♡/♛- Hate me II
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➸ INTERESTS; - f!omatikayan reader x aged-up! Neteyam/Lo’ak.
➸ BACKGROUND; - You’re sure he hates you, at least that’s what you repeat to yourself to calm your nerves whenever he stares at you. Especially when he shouldn’t draw a reaction out of you when you’re with his brother.
➸ WARNINGS; - wc. roughly 5k, mentions of depression, arguing, break-ups, alcoholism, toxicity, uncomfort, mentions of heat/rut period, mentions of sexual themes, emotional in depth, longing, time-skip, etc.
➸a.i; - 🌸my main navigation what1!1 i watched the teaser for avatar 3 and i loved it sooo much. It pains me to remember James confession of his wife watching the movie 3 times and each time she finished bawling her eyes out. also i hope this chapter isn’t too boring :/ they’ll be more to come and i wanted to get more of Lo’ak and the readers in depth out of the way before starting w Neteyams mentality in depth again. not proof read🦂
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Hate Me I
Lo’ak was happy, he was sure he was. Life was convenient for him, he had little no responsibilities to carry for and had a girlfriend.
He had a woman men would fight him for, he’s fought over it already. He was having fun and living how he wanted to.
At least how he expected to, anyone in his position would be happy to have it.
Oh, but the arguments were so vile. It felt as if venom was fit between the two of you and wounds were split open that other words couldn’t fix.
Only sex could
And it was never something he’d complain of, in all honesty he enjoyed the sex more than anything. His friends called him toxic for it and Spider called you a vixen.
Some sort of human terms he still has yet to wrap his head around. It was easier to bury everything aside and leave than to force himself to look in your eyes.
Your eyes grew more and more of distaste after every argument, and even more after every hookup.
Being a carefree spirit had its responsibilities and privileges, unfortunately it never seemed like he’d learn from any of them.
Or maybe he knew the truth and just hated to confront it, it was easier to lie to himself and to you. So of course, that’s the option he’ll choose every time.
It could’ve been a competition like he always made things with others. Competing for a higher ranking or praise, the finest gifts and drinks.
His father had sat and spoke with him before, saying it was a conversation between men. He spoke of it not being friendly competition, but envy or greed.
He could see it in his son’s eyes every time something was mentioned within the clan. When he was sidelined or second for anything, even at times when he was awarded of given blessings in certain scenarios it was never enough for him.
Nothing was ever enough to technically satisfy the youngest sully boy and it drove him mad. It was easier for him to take than sit and loathe about giving.
His mother told him he was similar to his grandfather in that sense, he never pried into it as he never wanted to learn. He had the issue and it wouldn’t be easy to brush past or leave aside.
Maybe it explained how he was with you, or why he chose to do the things he did. It was wrong to objectify and claim, yet that was what he was best at. It hadn’t felt entirely fair for him for his friends around to brag over and over for the same things.
The class they were born in, the women who adorned them, and the freedom they had. Lo’ak was sure to have all of those and yet it wasn’t satisfactory, he wanted more, wanted you.
And when he got close enough to reach at you he finally found a goal for himself as before, something to occupy him for the time being to lead him away from wrongdoings.
Day by day he did his best, showered you and gave you what he could only believe was what you wanted as well. He watched you change, grow into something of his choosing.
Almost like a fruit in his garden that amused him somehow. The two of you grew together, moved together, understood one another in a way that was enough to satisfy him for the time being.
Yet even as he had you, it hadn’t stopped others from feeling the same for either of you. Some men and women fancied those who were already in relations and could bend to the orders of temptation.
He hadn’t fell to the knees of temptation ever, but the idea of it gave him a sort of rush and excitement he’d get when cliff diving. As much as he promised himself to not break at the eyes of temptation he had certainly bent for it.
Not by much, just a bit. Allowing a woman to get herself close enough to grind upon him as they were both intoxicated, his anger for you spilling from his lips at an argument the two of you had prior.
No need to remind him of the men who still found favoritism in you after it all, especially his brother. Lo’ak may have been many things but he was no fool, his grandmother spoke of the eyes kissing long before the lips do, and his jaw would tighten when he saw the way his brother looked at you.
Maybe it was in complete jealousy, as he never seemed to see himself in the same situation, or having more love than Neteyam had. Now he carried himself as if in any other competition, greed entirely taking over when it came to you.
It seemed easier that way, he would be more focused and still enjoy himself enough to pursue outside of you. He felt no solid obligation or entitlement for someone he was sure wouldn’t feel the same.
It felt as if he was drowning in all of the responsibility and work put against him. If there was anything he feared it most likely would’ve been permanent commitment.
It could’ve been a factor as to why the two of you hadn’t mated, and honestly he should’ve seen the arguments and fights coming. He still lied to himself and pretended things would solve themselves until it couldn’t.
“Lo’ak.” He turned slightly, his head swiveling towards the voice he heard call out to him before glancing over your figure.
Silence sat between the two of you for a moment, his brows furrowed, then he turned around towards his two older siblings who sat beside him.
“Yeah?” He responded, his grip on the rock he held grew tighter as he heard you huff. He glanced over to his sister who waved at you, he could already feel you waving back.
“I.. I need to speak with you.” You said slowly, your gaze never faltering his figure, not daring to look at Neteyam. “Alone.” You finished, he stood up and threw the rock in his hand before turning to you.
Silence fell upon the both of you as you led him towards a small secluded part deeper into the forest. From afar, the eldest of the two sully siblings only exchanged confused looks towards one another..
“What is this about?” He asked, earning nothing in response from you, not a cheery giggle or smirk, maybe even a sly comment. You hadn’t even turned to look back at him, your expression remaining the same as before.
Lo’ak was never a man to feel fear easily, his adrenaline would rush and fear would gnaw at his brain if he knew he’d get caught for something he shouldn’t have done initially. Like luring his siblings into trouble, or going out after curfew, but never for situations with you.
But for some reason as of right now he couldn’t help but feel the same thing gnawing at his stomach, maybe if he was weak he would feel sick, he hadn’t.
The eerie silence of nothing but your feet hitting the mossy floor beneath you made him shudder in concern. The tension wasn’t in his favor at the slightest and he felt helpless for the first time.
He thinks back to the last time he had felt shock and helplessness before, back in the Metkayina when his brother had nearly died, he hangs his head low at the memory.
Now, things were better, healthier. There’s no grieve to live with, let alone blame to be placed upon him, and no one was certain to die as of now.
He just needed to calm his nerves, yes. If this turned into another argument he’s sure the two of you would makeup and confess your affection towards each other before he lays you upon the forest and shows his love to you.
“I want a break from us.” Was all you said, as if just answering the question he posed you minutes ago as you stopped walking. He opened his mouth to say something, but you only held your hand up. “It’ll be good for us both, find where our priorities lie.” You added, he rolled his eyes.
“And it should be something that’s a mutual decision, which it isn’t. You can’t just come here and drop this on me, and say it’l be ‘good for me’.” He said, now grabbing at your hand to force your fingers to interlock with each other. His fifth finger laid ghosting in the space between you.
“I don’t want to keep doing this, it hurts me to do so. This isn’t just about you Lo’ak, it’s not fair.” You said, he glared at you in response before scowling.
“Well that’s something we can both agree on. We’ve come so far with each other and you’re giving up on us now? We’ve been fine all month after Neteyam visited. What have I done now that still can’t be enough to satisfy you.” He pushed, now letting go of your hand and throwing his out in defeat.
“This isn’t right, or healthy. You only pull me in and hold me when you want to, or when you feel the need to. You come home whenever you want to, you mate with me whenever you feel, you lie to me whenever you want to. It’s always about you Lo’ak, always! You make all the decisions and you call the shots, yet you can’t even explain or help me understand why we haven’t mated before Ey-“
“I don’t want to be mated for life!” He shouted, cutting you off entirely with a breath. You gasped as you took in his expression, his shoulders flared and the two braids that usually hang at his cheek had been pulled behind his ear. His brows were furrowed and teeth gritted.
No matter how he looked, his stance was as firm as ever, not like you’d seen entirely for a while.
His stance was firm..
Firm because he was finally telling the truth to you, he wasn’t lying.
Maybe he shouted it loud enough for all of the forest and its people to hear, but you hadn’t cared. He wasn’t shouting it for you to know, he was shouting it as if he was saying it to himself, reminding himself of the man he was. It wouldn’t change the fact he loved you, and you carried love for him.
You wondered for a moment why the heartbeat in your head continued to burn in your eyes and nose. Your mouth tasted metallic in a way you couldn’t quite understand and yet you stood still.
If this was how he truly felt all along what would it mean for the future between you two. Does it mean he was lying to you for the entirety of your relationship? Was it something of his advantage or a charade that would easily blow over once this ended?
He hadn’t wanted to be mated for life and yet made love like it was a sport? Or the fact he had no intention of leaving you alone to be unclaimed yet again within the clan?
Fingers brushing against your cheek snapped you from your inner conscious before looking at him. Your cheeks wet and chest hot as he wiped your tears.
“I didn’t mean to yell, I didn’t mean any of it, I’m sor-“
“Oh.” You said quickly, taking a step back to release yourself of his energy entirely. You wiped at your face profusely, eyes and nose, yet they still continued to leak. The further he walked towards you the further and quicker you moved back before he eventually caught up to you.
You only shoved him away taking in his expression as you leapt past and ran off into the woods, sobs now filling the eerie silence of the forests from before.
He had caused this on himself of course, something’s aren’t meant to be permanent, and the longer they drag on, the more miserable it becomes for everyone else.
And for the first time since he had gone public with you, he cried, he cried because now he had finally lost in a game he had created.
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He laid awake as he watched your sleeping frame on his place of rest, his eyes continuously flickering between you and the ceiling before he sighed. You hadn’t moved, you’d been in his hut for weeks and yet never left.
You ate less than he liked, but he was grateful it wasn’t entirely nothing. He would leave you occasionally only to see his younger brother in the same sort of situation, finding shattered glass and liters empty of alcohol around the place.
A frown never left his face as he watched his brother, although the smell ranched him he had grown to smell worse, and his body ignored it. His parents and other siblings weren’t far behind when watching over the two old lovers.
A part of him wondered if things would be easier if the two of you had gotten together again, he wanted nothing more than to see you happy, let alone his own brother.
He feels insanely foolish at times, letting the love he has for a woman grow between his relation with his brother at times, the bond between them unbreakable. But as of now it had grown more apparent that as much as you two depended on one another and shared love, it was growing unhealthy by the times.
Concern spewed between your own family, you had gone to see your mother and siblings once and collapsed into her, crying. As of then you spent your times between home and Neteyam’s, as it was closer to where you worked with children.
You hadn’t smiled as much as before, which the children teased for. You’d only shake your head and change the subject before moving on or leaving. The tsahik had requested to see you soon, as something wasn’t ‘right’ with you.
Two months longed on, longed on too far. Two months without your body functioning as it should, not enough hydration and proper care or nutrition. Two months without you once falling into your heat as you should’ve each month, which ironically enough you were happy for.
You no longer had someone to fill the position to help you in your greatest time of need if it had ever come, you would’ve been sent away like you were before matching with Lo’ak with objects to satisfy you.
“My child.” Mo’at spoke, frowning upon seeing your figure as you stood inside and placed your belongings down. You only nodded and smiled slightly.
“Tsahik.” You spoke with a bow, she took your hands into hers and shook her head as she examined you with only her eyes, placing a hand on your forehead as you closed your own.
“Your body is fighting. Your eyes have lost their color and as has your skin. Eywa ngahu fpomron-il.” [Eywa be with your wellbeing]. Your body shivered as you opened your eyes and followed as she began to drag you along.
She ushered you to sit and you did so, silence falling between the room as she steps out to the outside. You wait patiently, your eyes flickering across the room as memories seeped in from your life of before.
Tears pricked your eyes which you quickly wiped as voices made their way outside, ushering into the large shared space of medicine. The Sully family made their way inside, all except Lo’ak and Kiri.
You stood to greet them all formally, smiling as Tuk made her way to hug you, which you surprisingly hadn’t declined after so long.
Neytiri stood before you, a soft sad smile on her face as she embraced you, her hands brushing through your hair. Emotion bloomed within your throat yet again, you only swallowed and bit down on your tongue to stop it from escaping.
“Ngari peu Y/n?” [What is the matter y/n?] She asked.
“The others in the childcare presume me to be ill, and the tsahik has asked for me.” Was all you said lightly, nodding your head as if you agreed with your own statement. She only hung her head low before embracing you yet again as the others left towards the other side of the hut.
All except Neteyam.
“I apologize for the damage my son has caused onto you.” She spoke softly, you only nodded as she did so. The mention of asking her which son sat on your tongue but never escaped far enough to reach her ears.
Soon she left you as Mo’at returned, Neteyam sitting in the far corner by shelves of treatments as you made small talk with his grandmother. As much as you tried you couldn’t ignore or shake the feeling of his piercing gaze.
You weren’t sure what exactly he was thinking, and honestly some part of you was glad you couldn’t. It was as if things had started all over again, he must’ve hated you for the way you left his brother.
You’d always listen to your friends share with the children of the village that pain is shared through family, and though you’ve had loses of your own you’d never experienced it from another.
Maybe that’s what was happening as of now, he only took you in because you cried at the entrance of his home so many days ago, rainfall drowning your face in just as much as your tears had.
It must have been out of pity, even when you laid awake throughout the night with a dry throat and dry lips your thoughts drowned you.
If things were reversed you would’ve been the same sort of support for Neteyam as he had been for you, as much as your mind yearned for Lo’ak and his stupidity, humor, recklessness, and love.
A part of you wishes you could’ve went back to when things began, stopping this all from happening and just living through the discomfort. Sometimes discomfort is a smaller pill to swallow then heartbreak.
You even wondered if you were to return to Lo’ak at a time like this if he was even willing to take you back. Ironically enough as much as the two of you began to go back to your normal lives months later, it seemed as if Eywa herself was quick to pull you apart.
If it wasn’t her then it would be both sides of either family doing so, holding you late nights or for longer days to keep you from the city for longer. Ending work earlier than usual as soon as hunting parties were ordered to be gathered near where you rested.
And no matter what or where, Neteyam was always present. Almost as if he was purposely placed to be your aid and help you from time to time.
The two of you never spoke for long or detailed periods, especially when alone. You’d only steal glances from one another you’d regret later after being caught.
You had always asked him of Lo’ak, to which he only spoke of his healing and well being or future plans and nothing else, nothing of his emotions or romance. He would always ignore your protests either, and you knew better to show yourself in a place you weren’t invited.
It’s almost ridiculous, as you were the one to leave him and yet you can’t seem to let him go. As much as it pained you and all he’s done you can’t speak to say you hate him when your heart still carries love for him.
Neteyam hadn’t made things easier, a break for your conscious was needed and he seemed to only want to force the process. You think back to the time of you two in Lo’ak’s hut earlier in the year.
His words of explaining his desire and need for you echoed in your mind, it made you bite at your nails when he spoke to you for too long now, or looked at you in a certain way.
Even others around you seemed to realize the intensity the tension between the two of you had grown to be. Which made it logical to take as much time and distance away as you could from him.
Distance became acquainted towards the two of you, Neteyam was Oloeyktan and Jake had stepped down, he was rewarded and a ceremony was held. All eyes had rested on him and yet his rested on your face, your hair, your skin that felt aflame as you had felt cold earlier from wearing hardly anything at all in attempts for the ceremony.
Lo’ak was present, he had grown taller you assumed, or you’d gotten shorter. His hair grew longer and his face more chiseled, he looked exactly like his father. You smiled and laughed softly to yourself as you remember previous thoughts of calling Neytiri a lucky woman with a vision for mating with Jake.
Even through the crowd you felt more eyes on you as you pushed yourself farther away, no longer wanting to participate in the long nights activities. A small headache wormed at the sides of your head around your ears, you ignored it and walked further away from the crowd.
Men, both older and younger had exchanged glances at one another before looking over to you with a smile. Immediately you turned on your heel, as if lunging away as you darted as far as possible.
Now running through the forest with all your might and your head throbbing you thought to yourself of the day, the week had ended, giving the possibility you thought of a highlight.
You couldn’t go home, that would draw more problems and unwanted attention. If this was to happen again you’d need to take things upon yourself and take your ikran to leave and go far towards the sole island you hadn’t seen in years.
You hadn’t planned this through, nor expected it this early after so long. The small pain in your head and irregular beating of your heart, breathe shorter than usual and drawing unruly attention from only un-mated men within the ceremony.
Your heat was approaching much quicker than usual. With short time and unfamiliar circumstances you quickly made your way towards the nests of ikran, silent as most of them moved around before gently waking yours.
It purred in response, happy to see you and be at your service, in one fellow swoop you mounted it and flew in the skies. As you watched below with a frown on your lips, the music of the celebration and screams were heard from below.
You turned your head to focus on what was at hand, a week long period of agony and sexual frustration.
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