Idk if you’re still writing for So’lek, but I’ve been rereading your dad So’lek fics and I’m thinking about that scene in WoW when Lo’ak get in a fist fight defending Kiri. What’s your thoughts on what So’lek would do if he found out his son got in a fight protecting his sister from bullies?
❀Atta boy❀
Content/pairing: platonic/familial So’lek x son, So’lek x daughter, Romantic So’lek x Sarentu Reader
Notes/spoilers: honey sweetie baby. I will always have room in my heart for our man So’lek, I mainly just got distracted with life stuff after I shovelled out a bunch of rambles and burnt myself out a pinch-just a pinch yall can’t get rid of me don’t worry
Word count: 1072
Na’vi translation:
Itan-son
Lawnol-great joy
Tìlor-beauty
Oeyä-my
Mawey-calm,be at ease
Sem’pu/sem’pul-daddy/father
•So’lek is no stranger to meaningless scuffles-he has been around for many many cycles-he was once a young warrior seeking to prove himself and letting any little insult be a personal score
•he’s had his share of scoldings from his late Tsahìk for getting into useless fights
•so when his son came back to base with a stubborn pout and teary eyes with scratches and bruises on his chubby face tailed by his equally teary sister he was very confident on what had caused their state
•his oldest child,Täyo, was a sensitive girl and his little clone, was holding her little brother’s, So’ak, hand. His son was only a year younger than his sister but he was a fierce spitfire who’d huff and speak his mind when slighted-he remembers you telling him greatly reminded you of Aha’ri
•So’ak was hissing this way and that so frustrated he couldn’t get his words out while Täyo sniffled and wiped her eyes repeatedly and both of them broke his heart with how upset his babies were-no he doesn’t care they’re 13 and 12 they’re babies
•you were behind the pair with your hands supported against their backs rubbing soothing circles to calm your children as So’lek crouches down to their eye level
“Ma lawnol (great joy), ma tìlor (beauty) what is wrong? Why are you so scraped up So’ak?” His voice rumbled out quietly as he ghosted his hand over his son’s face, careful not to hurt his face further. His son sniffled in frustration as he hiccuped over his words so overwhelmed by his feelings while Täyo cuddled herself into her dad’s arms
“oeyä (my) So’lek, do not be upset with him” your voice was gentle as you picked up So’ak and he hid his face into your shoulder “he got into a fight with some boys from the Aranahe” that caught his attention.
“A fight? Why? What happened itan?” He spoke as gentle as he could as he picked Täyo up into his own arms and stood to his full height, So’ak spoke up from your neck defiant and still burning from the fight “they were picking on Täyo!”
So’lek’s ears perked forward at that before pinning down and his tail flicked “picking? What were they saying?” He stepped closer to you as rested his own hand on So’ak’s back “they said that we’re strays! That we don’t have a proper clan-they said Täyo is a cry baby!” His little voice cracked when he said ‘stray’
Your ears pinned back as your boy spoke,it was obvious that these cruel words hurt you also. Both with the suggestion that your clans aren’t ‘proper clans’ due to their dwindled numbers and because it was your children that had to have such vile words directed at them.
“So I punched them in their stupid ugly faces!” His voice perked up again as he huddled himself impossibly closer against you like he was proud but also ashamed for being proud of resorting to violence. You hushed him and bounced him in your arms like he was a baby again-you couldn’t help it, your little boy was so riled up and banged up to boot “mawey, mawey oyeä lawnol (calm, be calm my great joy)
So’lek couldn’t help the spark of pride he felt for his son sticking up for his sister. It was no secret to anyone in the resistance that Täyo was a gentle spirit, her eyes would burn with tears and would cave in on herself if anyone raised their voice at her. It was just her nature-although it was hard to try to discipline her when she did act up on rare occasion because So’lek is physically incapable of staying upset when she sniffles out her “I’m sorry sem’pu (daddy)”
So’lek bounced Täyo in his own arms as she squeaked out her own choked sobs as she rehears what was said to her-So’lek puts a little mental note away to ask who’s children they were to have a stern conversation with their parents. He cups the top of his son’s head with his massive hand and turns it to look at him, he’s met with red puffy eyes and purple flushed cheeks of his son who had been trying to hide his tears.
“That’s my boy” he says simply and ruffles So’ak’s hair affectionately, the boy perks up more and wipes away at his eyes relived he wasn’t in trouble with dad. When the fight had happened he and Täyo ran straight to you (as you had brought them to visit the weavers while you caught up with Etuwa and Nefika-the latter who was more than happy to dote on her niece and nephew)
“You did good. Did you make the first swing?” He asks with a tilt of his head as he’s met with a shake of his sons head “nuh uh, they pushed Täyo first so I hit em” he was now beaming and his tail wagging side to side happily-little shit (affectionately lol)
“Good. Never make the first hit-finish do not start ma itan (son)” he gave a solid nod to his now smiling son as he wiggled out of your arms and tugged Täyo out of his to hug her tight “I also pushed em into the mud!” He added with a puff of his chest
“Go away trouble maker” he playfully pushed the back of his head as she scampered away with a now giggling if still watery Täyo in his wake, the pair running off to undoubtedly pester their auntie Ri’nela or uncle Teylan with their little battle story
•So’lek watched your children scuttle away when he feels your arms snake around his waist and rest your chin on the junction where his neck meets his shoulder “you are soft on them yawntutsìp” you purred as you rubbed your nose into his clavicle making him purr in response
•he nuzzled his own head into the side of yours. He was well aware he was impossibly wrapped around his children’s fingers-and yours, you’ll always happily add that every-time.
•”oh shush” he grumbled but his face had a smirk tugging his lips up as he spoke, he cupped his hands overtop yours that embraced him “besides, you speak as if you’d protest if I gave you another one” you blustered at his blunt talk but pouted when you saw his cocky stupid grin and slapped the back of his head lightly
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ik that So'lek and Tamtey are roughly the same height in the new fta dlc, but the vid I took of So'lek standing with Itu in Skybreaker was not the only thing I recorded etc-- pardon my bb Tamtey I've been messing around with how they look.
JUST KNOW this is their height difference in my heart, ok? and in my fics
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A/n: I ended up dumping all my thoughts about him, so it’s not quiet a one shot, just a very thirsty short text lol. Also a little something to make you wait until I drop the next smutty one shot, which will be literally abt body worshipping 🙂↔️🤭 anyway a little feed back is always nice. enjoy !!
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Just imagine being on top of so’lek, moving your hips against his while feeling his hardness inside of you. Both of you tangling in a whimpering mess as you make love in front of a bunch of beautiful bioluminescence plants and trees. The earthy, sweet scent of Pandora filling your nostril, and the smell of your bodies molding adding a hint of something in the air.
He’d hold your hips, guiding your movements as he look up at your gorgeous body moving gracefully, admiring you like the wonderful women you are. The way your body takes him all, the way your breast moves with the rhythm of your motions. The way your head tilts back when you hit the sweet spot that makes your eyes roll back.
And he’d be here, closing his eyes, focusing on both of your pleasure. Having your kurus connected would make you feel whatever emotions the other one feels, which adds so much vulnerability and intimacy to the whole experience.
You’d also run your hands along his muscled chest, and mostly along all the scars he has, feeling his hard burning skin against your palm but also underneath you.
Then he’d bring your lips to his, kissing you senselessly, while you’re riding him still. His tongue would brush against yours, sucking on it gently as his hand slips down onto your butt, massaging it softly as you feel your highs getting closer.
He’d praise you, maybe even rub his thumb across your clit to add some stimulation to your already needy, dripping core. He’d do literally anything to make you see stars.
And after some rough thrusts, you’d both come into each other’s arms, feeling the warmth of each other’s body.
He would give you the best aftercare EVER, holding you against his chest as he praise you for all the good work you have done. He’d caress your head and back, also rubs your sides, grounding you till you both fall asleep.
pairing/content: so’lek x tamtey/the sarentu. established relationship between so'le and tam'tey. jealous sarentu. marking and scenting.
note/spoilers: rimu is a canon character from the comic, she appears in so’lek’s journey. The young so’lek fell in love with her during his time with the Tipani clan.
synopsis: So’lek and Tamtey have found peace in their bond. While trekking through the dense Tipani jungles, they rescue an injured Tipani warrior, leading the reclusive Tipani clan to grant them shelter for the night. The reunion between So'lek and the clan takes an awkward turn when they meet Rimu, the clan’s Tsahìk, with whom So’lek shared a complicated, unfinished past. And Tamtey is not having any of it.
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The mist felt heavier as they transitioned from the open forest into the ancient, shadowed groves of the Tipani, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the sharp, metallic tang of the RDA’s nearby destruction. So’lek moved with a predatory silence, his footsteps making no sound on the mulch, his eyes scanning the canopy with a sharp, instinctive familiarity that didn't escape Tamtey. Even with the weight of the stretcher, he seemed to belong to the darkness here, his body leaning into the gloom as if it were an old friend.
"You move differently here," Tamtey whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant drone of a Samson helicopter. Tamtey watched the way So’lek’s ears flicked at every minute rustle, his body coiled like a spring. "Like you’re expecting the trees to jump at you. You’re more... alert. Even for you."
She adjusted her grip on the handles carrying the unconscious Tswìke—a Tipani warrior they had pulled from a pile of smoldering wreckage just an hour prior. The young warrior had been caught in the crossfire of an RDA clearing operation, his breathing now shallow and labored against the moss-covered stretcher.
So’lek let out a low, huffed breath, his tail twitching in a rhythmic arc. "In Tipani territory, they usually do. They are the shadows of the forest, and they do not take kindly to those who stomp through their home like RDA heavy-suits. I spent many moons here after my clan was lost.”
Tamtey frowned at the idea of So’lek being alone. He looked at her and sighed. “It was years ago. I was angry, reckless—a wounded animal looking for a fight I couldn't win. The Tipani did not pity me; they hunted me until I learned to disappear. They taught me that a warrior without silence is just a target, and a target is eventually a corpse."
He paused, his gaze flickering upward to a specific high branch, thick with glowing moss, that overhung a sheer drop.
For a moment, his stern features relaxed into something resembling a memory. "A Tipani, Rimu is her name, used to challenge me to climbs no Na’vi would ever dream of. She would leap before she looked, trusting the wind to catch her. She was... impressive. She had a way of seeing through the anger I carried."
Tamtey tilted her head, her curiosity piqued by the rare, localized softness in his tone. She felt a small tug of something she couldn't quite name—a desire to know every version of the man standing before her, even the one that belonged to another clan’s history. "Did she teach you the 'Boogeyman' glare too, ma So’lek? Or was she the one who softened you?"
So’lek stopped walking for a heartbeat, turning his head to look back at her. The bioluminescence of the jungle cast deep blue shadows across his face, making his golden eyes burn with a sudden, concentrated heat. His expression remained unreadable for a moment, the mask of the veteran warrior firmly in place, before a small, private twitch of his lips appeared—a smile meant only for her.
"Rimu did not seek to soften anything," he rumbled, his voice dropping into a low, intimate register that vibrated in Tamtey's chest. "She tried to sharpen me into a spear that would never break." He stepped a fraction closer, the scent of rain and old leather clinging to him. "You are the only one who ever managed to find the man beneath the armor, ma’Tamtey. You are the only one who softened the blade."
The hiss from the trees cut their conversation short.
As Tipani warriors descended, So’lek’s shift was instantaneous. He stepped in front of Tamtey, his broad frame obscuring her completely, his hand not on his weapon, but held out in a gesture of firm authority.
The Tipani warriors moved with a silence that felt like a weight, their shadows blending into the dark bark of the trees. As the couple began the trek toward the main camp, So’lek didn’t move from Tamtey’s side. His hand stayed firm on the small of her back, a possessive, grounding touch that signaled to every hidden watcher that she was under his protection.
So’lek stepped in front of Tamtey, his body a literal shield. "We bring your brother, Tswìke! We come in peace, and we seek to help with the crab-blight the Sky People have caused."
The warriors hesitated until a woman stepped forward, her presence commanding. It was Rimu, now the Tsahìk of the clan. Her eyes widened as they landed on So’lek.
"So’lek?" she breathed, ignoring Tamtey entirely. "The 'Boogeyman' returns to us. And you’ve brought a... student? A Sarentu child?"
Tamtey noticed how Rimu’s tail gave a sharp, agitated flick every time she glanced back and saw them so close. Rimu’s gaze was fixed on So'lek, tracing the scars on his arms and the heavy RDA trophies on his chest, completely ignoring the woman beside him.
"You have grown into a formidable warrior, So’lek," Rimu said, her voice projecting back to him, ignoring the rustle of the leaves. "The boy I knew was fast, but this man... you look as though you have forgotten how to laugh. Perhaps the Tipani can remind you of the fire you once carried."
So’lek’s expression didn't change, but his fingers tightened slightly against Tamtey’s waist. "The fire I carry is not the one you remember, Rimu. I have found a new purpose. My path is no longer solitary."
Rimu let out a short, dismissive breath. "Purpose is a heavy thing. Usually, it is shared with equals, not with those who need a guide through the brush." She stopped at the edge of a high platform and finally looked at Tamtey, her eyes cold and scanning. "I hope the Sarentu is as quick as she is colorful.”
“She is good.” So’lek affirms. Rimu eyes them both and Tamtey met her gaze with a steady, defiant look.
“Follow. But keep the Sarentu close. Our shadows do not play well with strangers."
As Tswìke was whisked away to the healers, the clan gathered around the central fire, the flickering orange light dancing off the sharp edges of Tipani armor. Rimu took her place beside So’lek, leaning in so close their shoulders nearly brushed, her presence a deliberate invasion of space.
"I heard stories of you, So’lek," Rimu said, her voice dropping into a melodic purr that carried over the crackle of the wood. "They say you carry the metal of the Sky People like trophies now. I remember when you only carried the weight of your bow and a restless spirit. We could take to the skies tonight, for old time's sake? The Great Canopy is beautiful under the full moon, and the winds are just as they were when we were young."
Tamtey, sitting on So’lek’s other side, felt a surge of heat that had nothing to do with the fire. She saw the way Rimu’s eyes traced the lines of So’lek’s face, looking for a boy who no longer existed. Without breaking gaze with the Tsahìk, Tamtey reached out, plucking a sweet piece of roasted fruit and holding it directly to So’lek’s mouth.
"Eat, ma So’lek," she said, her voice smooth but commanding, a soft edge of steel beneath the words. "You need your strength if we are to hunt the RDA. You cannot afford to be distracted by... memories."
So’lek didn't hesitate; he accepted the food from her hand and fed himself, his golden eyes meeting Tamtey’s with an intensity that clearly signaled where his loyalty lay.
But Rimu only smiled thinly, her tail flicking with annoyance. "He was always a big eater," she remarked dismissively. "I remember sharing my kills with him when he had nothing but his hunger and his grief. He was always so grateful for what I provided."
The air between the two women grew heavy and sharp. When Rimu eventually stood, she didn't just gesture toward the maps; she placed a hand firmly on So’lek’s shoulder, her fingers lingering on the leather strap of his armor to pull him toward the map tables.
Tamtey’s patience snapped. As she rose to follow, her movement was a blur of calculated Sarentu grace. She "carefully" nudged a heavy ceramic bowl filled with thick, purple grain mash sitting on the edge of the stone hearth. It didn't just spill; it launched, coating the hem of Rimu’s ornate hide wrap and splashing across her embroidered boots.
"Oh! My apologies, Tsahìk," Tamtey gasped, her voice dripping with an artificial sweetness that didn't match the steady, defiant fire in her eyes. She stood tall, refusing to look down at the mess. "I suppose I haven't spent enough time 'in the shadows' to find my footing here."
Rimu froze, the purple mash dripping slowly from her fine clothing. The surrounding warriors went silent, their eyes darting between their Tsahìk and the Sarentu woman who had just dared to mark her territory.
In the dim, bioluminescent glow of their guest shelter, the air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the sharp metallic tang of whetstone on steel. So’lek leaned against the curved wooden wall, his arms crossed over his chest, watching Tamtey. She was sitting on the edge of their sleeping furs, her jaw set in a hard line as she sharpened her hunting knife with aggressive, rhythmic precision. Each stroke of the blade was a testament to the fire burning beneath her skin.
"You are angry," So’lek stated plainly, his deep voice vibrating in the small space.
Tamtey didn't look up, her focus remaining entirely on the edge of the blade. "She thinks I’m a child who found her way into the wrong woods. She thinks you are a trophy she simply misplaced and is now ready to reclaim," she retorted, the words coming out sharp and fast. She finally looked up at him, her eyes bright with a mixture of hurt and fury. "And you... you just let her. You sat there and let her talk about 'old times' while she looked at you like you were the last hunt on Pandora. Like I wasn't even sitting right beside you."
So’lek didn't pull away or offer a hollow defense. Instead, he pushed off the wall and walked over to her, his movements slow and deliberate. He knelt on the furs between her knees, a gesture of humility that was rare for a warrior of his standing. Gently, he reached out and took the knife from her hand, setting it aside on the floor.
He reached up, wrapping his large, calloused hands around her wrists and pulling them toward his neck. The intensity in his golden eyes softened, turning into something molten and devoted. "Then remind her, ma Tamtey," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rumble. "Remind her. Remind the Tipani. Remind the whole forest."
He bowed his head, intentionally baring the sensitive skin of his neck and shoulders—a profound gesture of total surrender and trust among the Na'vi. It was an invitation for her to claim him in the most ancient way they knew.
Tamtey didn't hesitate. The anger in her chest dissolved into a fierce, protective warmth. She leaned forward, closing the small gap between them. She pressed her face into the curve of his neck, rubbing her cheek and brow firmly against his skin. She marked him with the distinct, sweet-woodland scent of the Sarentu—a fragrance of crushed moss, rain, and wild herbs.
It was a deep, lingering claim, a sensory seal that would stay on his skin for days, signaling to any other Na'vi exactly who he belonged to. So’lek let out a low, shaky groan of contentment, the tension finally leaving his massive frame. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest, burying his face in her hair. They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing each other in, the world outside the shelter fading into insignificance.
"Better?" he rumbled against her skin, his heart beating a steady, heavy rhythm against her own.
Tamtey pulled back just enough to look at him, her hands still resting on his shoulders, tracing the marks she had made. A small, satisfied smile finally touched her lips.
"Better?" he asked softly. "Better," she replied, her fire replaced by a calm, steady confidence. So'lek gave her a quick peck on the lips and smiled sweetly.
They returned to the communal fire together. This time, Tamtey didn't hover. She reclaimed her Sarentu roots, moving gracefully toward a group of Tipani hunters and their children. She began to share stories of the western frontier, her voice melodic and diplomatic, charming the clan members as she ate. She intentionally left So’lek to himself, knowing the mark she had left on him spoke louder than words.
Rimu approached So’lek, her eyes flashing with anger as she gestured to her ruined robes. "It is unbecoming of a Sarentu to pour food on a clan’s Tsahìk," she hissed, her voice sharp. "They are meant to be diplomats, peacemakers. Your companion lacks the discipline of her people."
Rimu was never an angry person, so’lek remembered her to be a warm and welcoming friend. Perhaps only time knew how much she had changed. So’lek looked at Rimu, then his gaze drifted to Tamtey, who was laughing with the children across the hearth.
"Can you really blame her, Rimu?" he asked, his voice calm and unapologetic.
Rimu gave him a sharp, piercing look. "I regretted letting you go, So’lek," she whispered, her voice softening with a sudden, heavy longing. "I often wonder what would have happened if I had asked you to stay, if we had bonded back then—"
“Rimu.”
Before the words could go any deeper, So’lek stopped her. He didn't speak; he simply looked at her with eyes that were no longer searching, but entirely settled. He turned his head, his gaze locking onto Tamtey as she began a small dance with the Tipani children, her light reflecting in the fire. The look in his eyes was one of total devotion—the look of a man who was already home.
Rimu followed his gaze, seeing the way Tamtey moved and the way So’lek’s entire spirit seemed to lean toward her. She smelled the heavy, sweet scent of the Sarentu girl clinging to him, a mark she could never erase.
Rimu let out a long, heavy sigh, the fight leaving her shoulders. She looked away, finally realizing that the boy from her past was gone, and the man standing before her belonged to someone else. She lowered her head slightly, a silent acknowledgement of defeat, and gave up.
The golden light of Pandora’s morning filtered through the dense Tipani canopy as So’lek and Tamtey readied their gear for departure. The tension from the night before hadn't entirely vanished, but it had shifted. So’lek moved with a new sense of ease, his hand frequently finding the small of Tamtey’s back, a quiet but firm reminder to the entire clan of where he stood.
While Tamtey crouched to say her goodbyes to the group of Tipani children who had followed her all morning, Rimu approached So’lek one last time near the scouting maps.
"She is... spirited," Rimu said, her voice tight as she watched Tamtey laugh while a young girl tucked a blossom behind her ear. "But she is a diplomat, So’lek. A peacemaker. Is that truly what the 'Boogeyman' needs to survive this war? Or is she just a habit you’ve picked up because you grew tired of being alone?"
So’lek’s face hardened at Rimu’s words. “Sometimes it is best to keep some thoughts to ourselves.”
His eyes fixed on Tamtey, softening in a way Rimu had never seen during his years as a hardened survivor. "Tamtey is not a habit," he said, his voice low and unwavering. "She is the only reason I still have a heart worth protecting. Can you blame her for being fierce, Rimu? She has a warrior to keep in line."
He turned his gaze back to Rimu, and for the first time, she saw it clearly—the look of a man who was no longer searching for a place to belong. Rimu looked away, a long, weary sigh escaping her.
"I see. The shadows have truly lost you to the light, then."
As they prepared to mount their Ikrans, Rimu stepped toward Tamtey. The children were clinging to Tamtey’s leggings, reluctant to let their new storyteller go.
“Come back, Tam’tey!” One of the children says, a pang of sadness in their voice. “We enjoy your stories! Visit us next time—continue the story of Toruk!”
“Certainly.” Tamtey laughed, muffling their hands in pure joy.
"You should come back, Sarentu," Rimu said, her tone finally holding a touch of genuine respect. She strided towards them, hand behind her back, footsteps quiet. "The children will miss you dearly. You have a way with them that we lack."
Tamtey, still furious at Rimu’s earlier obliviousness and the way she had looked at So’lek, gave the Tsahìk a sharp cold shoulder. Enough for Rimu to notice but not be visible to the children as she shushed them back to their parents. She adjusted her Ikran’s harness without looking up. "I will come back for them," Tamtey replied shortly. "I’ll come alone next time. The children are wonderful, and they deserve to hear more from the world."
Rimu hesitated, then looked at So’lek before turning her eyes back to Tamtey. "Take care of him, Sarentu. He has been through so much."
Tamtey swung up onto her Ikran, looking down at Rimu with a fierce, possessive glint in her eyes. "Do not tell me how to treat my man, Tipani," she said, her voice echoing with the strength of a woman who had fought for every inch of her happiness. "I know exactly what he needs."
With a sharp cry, Tamtey took to the sky, and So’lek followed close behind, his Ikran’s wings beating in perfect rhythm with hers as they left the shadows of the Tipani behind.
The wind roared past the two, carrying the scent of the open plains and the freedom of the sky. They took to the sky, the wind rushing past them. So’lek brought his Ikran level with hers, watching the way the sunlight caught the Sarentu beads in her hair.
"You were good with those children," So’lek shouted over the wind. "The Sarentu were always a small clan... but it doesn't have to stay that way."
Tamtey’s ears perked up in surprise, eyes widened, a blush creeping up her neck. "So’lek! Are you... are you saying what I think you're saying?"
He let out a rare, booming laugh, diving his Ikran toward the canopy below. "I am saying that I am a man of the Sarentu now, ma Tamtey! And my clan needs a future. Are you fast enough to catch me and discuss it?"
Tamtey felt her heart hammer against her ribs, not from the flight, but from the weight of So’lek’s words. She looked over at him, seeing the way the sunlight hit his face, erasing the "Boogeyman" and leaving only the man she loved—the man who had just invited her to build a future that had once seemed impossible.
"So’lek!" Tamtey called out, her voice a mix of shock and blossoming joy. "You cannot just say something like that and then dive away!"
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned forward, his Ikran, Ìley, shrieking in delight as they banked into a steep, plummeting dive toward the shimmering treetops. So’lek looked back over his shoulder, a look of pure, unburdened mischief in his eyes.
Tamtey didn't hesitate. She urged her Ikran forward, the great wings snapping shut as she mirrored his dive. "I am a Sarentu!" she yelled into the wind, a wide, triumphant smile breaking across her face. "I am faster than any grumpy warrior from the shadows!"
They raced through the clouds, weaving between floating mountains and spiraling through the golden haze of the morning. Their laughter echoed to the plains. For the first time in a long time, the war felt far away. There was no RDA, no Tipani, and no Rimu—only the two of them and the promise of a clan reborn.
As they leveled out over a sparkling waterfall, So’lek slowed his pace just enough for her to catch up. He reached out his hand, and for a fleeting second, their fingers brushed in the open air.
"I am serious, ma Tamtey," he said, his voice dropping into a warmth that carried clearly even over the wind. "The Sarentu traditions must be passed on. And I can think of no one better to teach them than a mother who is as fierce as she is kind."
Tamtey’s eyes softened, her hand lingering near his as they soared toward their home. "Then we have a lot to prepare for, ma So’lek. But first, let’s get home."
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As I’m hunting for cosmetics across the Western Frontier, I decided to make a checklist so it’s easier for me to see what I’ve already discovered and such. I figured it may be useful for others as well 💕
Each checklist is location based, so you don’t have to keep jumping from map to map.
Pairing/content: So’lek x Sarentu/reader/Tam’tey. Since avatar frontiers has me by the neck yall can take my terrible writing drabbles/ relationship headcanons for Grump!So’lek. No smut but scenting and tsaheylu mention so kinda suggestive?
Note/spoilers: also yes I yoinked a pic of my own Sarentu. Enjoy my yap session
Shoutout to @deprivedreality I got inspo from how they lay out their intros cause I wanted this to be all nice and neat as it’s my first proper writing attempt!
Word count: 572
Na’vi dictionary translation:
angtsìk- Hammerhead Titanothore
Oel ngati kameie- I see you
Tsaheylu- bond (neural connection)
Muntxa si- mate (with someone), marry
Uturu- sanctuary
•Grump!So’lek who knows people send you over because your the singular person who can drag him to join celebrations or festivities 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who also doesn’t care that they do because he gets to see you smile as you take his hand to pull him. Who could very well not move but would let himself get led off a cliff if it was you guiding him 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who knows he’s not the most approachable na’vi and questions if you’d prefer someone softer only for those thoughts to numb away when he sees you. He knows he could never let you go 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who’s not touched anyone beyond needs be for years. A helping hand up here and pat to a shoulder there 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who feels he’d suffocate if he’s unable to hold you close at least once a day. Let himself drown in your scent and indulge in holding you so close it’s hard to tell where his stripes end and yours start 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who doesn’t realise just how obvious he is with his infatuation. How his eyes will find you in a room the second his pointed ears even think they catch your laugh or his nose grazes the slightest whiff of your smell he’s memorised long ago 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who thinks he’s so good at hiding how his gaze softens like molten honey when you so much as glance at him with those eyes of yours that glue him to where he stands 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who hisses when anyone approaches him from behind but who’s tail can’t stop flicking at the tip and ears strain forward whenever you hug him from behind and rest your face on his neck and shoulder 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who takes up his carving again to craft his clans lovers bracers-who drops his clan’s traditions for no reason at all. Your Sarentu after all, learning is your way. No ulterior reason at all 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who asks your fellow Sarentu what you enjoy so he can see the way your eyes get that momentary shine, the way your fangs peak from behind your lips he’s found himself looking at more and more and the way your eyes widen and pupils dilate in a way he’d hunt even the toughest angtsìk if it meant seeing that smile 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who loves deeply and feels even more deeply. Who knows he needs you in his life the way he needs air in his lungs and water in his body 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who when he says Oel ngati kameie he mean it with his full chest and spirit, he never does anything halfheartedly 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who truly believes you do not just become his muntxa si but his very soul and spirit. Down to your very beings just as your tendrils intertwine in tsaheylu you to become interwoven so truly. One mind and soul between two bodies 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who could spend hours just holding your or being in your arms with his head on your chest like they were uturu offered by the great mother herself 𝝑𝝔
•Grump!So’lek who may seem all tough and cold but would never so much as hiss or bare his teeth at you when you cup his scarred cheeks between your hands like he is the most gentle and precious thing your hands have ever known 𝝑𝝔
Pairing/content: romantic So’lek x reader, platonic So’lek x child. So’lek as a father and realising he has more to live for than just vengeance and anger. His mate and his child
Spoilers/notes: I couldn’t resist indulging in a bit of papa So’lek being a soft dad and mate. We all want that cookie don’t lie. Lowkey entered flow state
Word count: 550
Na’vi dictionary translation:
Tahnì- Star, bioluminescent freckle
Tsyìp- Little (diminutive suffix)
Ma- vocative marker, used to show who the speaker is addressing (ie, Ma Neytiri, Ma ayite)
Tsaheylu- the bond
Ite- daughter
•So’lek hasn't thought of himself as a soft man in many years or even a fearful man-but watching his ite come into the world? with both Aranahe and Sarentu Tsahìk working to help you through this battle. he felt truly powerless 𝝑𝝔
•It was a fight he had no sway in. He couldn’t wield a gun or bow to take this pain rather all he could do was stay seated behind you with your back to his chest and loose circulation in his hands from the grip you had 𝝑𝝔
•Now it was peaceful. You lay asleep with a hand limply resting on his thigh as he sat next to you holding the little bundle in his arms 𝝑𝝔
•He never thought himself soft. never thought he’d see a day where rage and vengeance didn't drive him but now…his tahnìtsyìp swaddled in his arms looking so tiny against him 𝝑𝝔
•her hand that encircled his singular finger couldn't even meet. Her skin so soft and unburdened by callouses,untainted by the spill of blood, gripped him like he was someone worthy of this blind trust and love. not the dog tag warrior who struck soldiers dead before they even knew death was behind them- but a father 𝝑𝝔
•she smelled so fresh. milky and sweet like rising bread-it itched at some instinct deep in him. one that screamed at him to protect this beautiful defenceless creature 𝝑𝝔
•you both had already made tsaheylu with her. her mind so clear yet fuzzy-the love she held for you both from her very first breath was overwhelming and could've knocked him off his feet if he hadn't been sitting down 𝝑𝝔
•she looked just like him, he noticed. from her eyes to her stripes and even the pout of her lips. She had your tahnì though. each and every utterly perfect fleck of light mirrored you exactly. all those months she was tucked away safe and growing by you only for her to come out as his mini me 𝝑𝝔
•he never thought he could see himself as delicate yet looking at her…those vivid golden eyes fluttered at him so softly he could believe when you'd said he had a gentle face 𝝑𝝔
•he hadn't even allowed anyone near you, baring his fangs and hissing when Priya had come bounding over-your hand lightly squeezing his bicep lessened his ire but only a pinch. allowed to look but not touch, he looked like a grumpy cat with how his tail flicked in jerky swishes 𝝑𝝔
•even now his ears were subconsciously twitching for any threatening sounds. more so they were focused on the little giggles his ite let out as she tried to gum at his fingers 𝝑𝝔
•his gaze flicked over to you who still sleeps soundly beside him. blankets resting just below your stomach etched with stretch marks and your chest puffing in short breaths-skin still damp with sweat and hair littered with flyaways and frizz and by Eywa you were glowing. He thought you had never looked so stunning, he felt like when you two had first mated. tongue tied and in a smitten daze like he were a young warrior again 𝝑𝝔
•as he stared at you and then his tahnitsyip still nibbling his hand he knew he'd have to wait until he could give you another though 𝝑𝝔
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