#rotxo

-art by jjok_rrt

1: https://www.instagram.com/p/DNTGhTlN-EY/ 2: https://www.instagram.com/p/DNlMDsjNvfg/ 3: https://www.instagram.com/p/DOqSFURjW6G/?img_index=1 4: https://www.instagram.com/p/DRaHa-BkRIj/

WARNINGS: p in v / porn with plot / light smut / reader has female body / praise kink / hair tugging / blowjob / cunnilingus / semi-voyeurism / whiny neteyam / reader is needy

AN: this is a shorter one since im posting this like 1 minute before st5... however there will be more afah works + st5 works otw!! hope u enjoy this one, wanted this story to be my branching out to angst / fluff! ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN SEXUAL ACTIONS ARE 18+!

WC: 1.4k

꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

The wind whipped past Neteyam’s face, a familiar roar after the salty spray of the ocean. He was home. The vast, bioluminescent canopy of Pandora spread out beneath him like a sacred tapestry, but his eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing. The cheers of his family, the relief of their victory, the promise of peace—it all faded into a dull hum. There was only one thought, one name, one face that consumed his mind, burning brighter than any star.

You.

Months. It had been months since he’d last seen you. In the quiet moments, in the dead of night in the Metkayina marui, his mind would drift back, torturing him with the memory of you. He missed your long legs, so strong and sure as you moved through the undergrowth. He missed the deep azure of your skin, a perfect canvas for the thin, elegant stripes that ran down your entire body, mapping a path his fingers ached to follow again. He missed your golden eyes, the way they would flash with defiance or soften with a love that was meant only for him. He missed your long, black braids, how they would swing and dance as you moved, and the way you yielded your bow, a fluid extension of your will, deadly and graceful.

But then his mind would drift to the dirtier things, the memories that made his body ache with a loneliness so profound it was a physical pain. He missed the weight of you in his lap, the way your hips would roll against his. He missed the soft, breathy sounds you would make when his mouth found the sensitive skin just below your ear. He missed the feel of your nails digging into his back, the way you would arch into him, silently begging for more. He missed the taste of you on his tongue, the unique, sweet flavor that was yours alone.

The arrival at the Omaticaya clan was a cacophony of joy. The clearing was alive with the happy and cheering Na’vi, their faces glad to see their former Olo’eyktan and Tsahìk returned home. The fellow teens swarmed Lo’ak and Kiri, their excited chatter filling the air, while Tuk ran off to find her friends. But Neteyam wasn’t looking at any of them. His gaze scanned the crowd, searching for the one face that mattered. As soon as he saw an opening, he slipped away from the celebration, knowing exactly where you would be.

Night had fallen. He zipped through the vines and dense jungle on his ikran, the familiar rush a balm to his frayed nerves. He landed softly a few dozen meters away, his heart hammering in his chest. He could hear you. You were singing a tribal song, a low, haunting melody that blended with the chirps and clicks of the forest. He knew this place. It was the place you and Neteyam had found together, and used for everything. It was shadowed by the tallest trees, their massive leaves forming a protective canopy. Helicoradian plants snapped and recoiled at his approach, and woodsprites bounced through the air like tiny, floating stars, their gentle light illuminating the glowing flora that carpeted the ground.

He saw you then. You were practicing your aim, shooting at a tree with a bullseye carved into its bark. He watched you release an arrow, and it landed just outside the center. You let out a frustrated sigh. Neteyam laughed softly to himself, approaching silently from behind. He stepped closer, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your very bones. "Your arms need to be tighter, paskalin."

You froze, your tail raising and your ears drooping in shock at the sound of the voice you knew all too well. He slithered his arms around your waist, one sliding up your arm to your shoulder, pulling your arm higher. The hair on your blue skin raised, your finger never letting go of the arrow. He brought his other hand up your stomach, over your chest, steadying your other arm. He kissed your neck gently, and you felt a single, hot tear drop down the side of your striked cheek. Slowly, you let the arrow go, hitting perfectly in the bullseye. The forest was silent for a few moments before your head turned and your lips crashed onto his.

The kiss was frantic, desperate. Months of longing poured into it. You couldn't get enough of him, your hands roaming over his chest, his shoulders, his back, as if to convince yourself he was real. He groaned into your mouth, his hands tangling in your braids, pulling your head back to deepen the kiss. He broke away, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that made your knees weak.

"I have missed you, yawntu," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion.

"Show me," you whimpered, your hands already working at the ties of his loincloth.

He didn't need to be told twice. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the soft, mossy ground. He laid you down gently, his body hovering over yours, his size a comforting, possessive weight. You were so needy after so long that you couldn't get your lips off of him. You kissed his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, your tongue tracing the familiar lines of his muscles. He was shaking, a low whine building in his throat as you worshipped his body with your mouth.

"Please, baby," he gasped, his fingers tightening in your hair.

You smiled against his skin, loving the way he fell apart for you. You kissed your way down his torso, your hands stroking his powerful thighs. You looked up at him, your golden eyes locking with his as you took him into your mouth. He cried out, his head falling back, his hips bucking forward. You took him deep, your tongue swirling around him, tasting the salt of his skin. You loved the way he felt in your mouth, the weight of him, the way he trembled with pleasure. He was chanting your name now, a desperate, broken prayer.

He pulled you up after a moment, his eyes dark with a primal need. "My turn," he growled, and then his mouth was on you. He didn't waste any time, his tongue finding your most sensitive spot with an expertise that only came from years of practice. You cried out, your back arching off the ground as he pleasured you, his hands holding your hips down, his mouth relentless. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that washed over you again and again. You were so close, so close, and then you were falling, shattering into a million pieces of light.

He moved over you then, his body covering yours. He looked down at you, his expression softening. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice full of reverence. He lined himself up with your entrance, his eyes asking for the permission he already had. You nodded, unable to speak, and then he was pushing into you, a slow, steady stretch that filled you completely. You moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

He began to move, his strokes slow and deep at first, then faster, harder, driven by a desperate need to be as close to you as possible. The only sounds were your shared breaths, the slap of skin on skin, and the soft, rhythmic hum of the forest around you. He was whispering to you, a stream of praise and endearments. "You feel so good, paskalin. So tight for me. Take it, baby. That's my girl."

You met him thrust for thrust, your body rising to meet his, your nails digging into his shoulders. The coil of pleasure was tightening in your stomach again, hotter and more intense than before. "Neteyam," you gasped, your voice breaking. "Please."

"I know," he grunted, his pace becoming erratic. "Come for me, paskalin. Come with me."

His words were your undoing. You shattered again, your vision going white as your orgasm ripped through you. He followed you over the edge with a loud, guttural cry, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight a welcome comfort. You lay there for a long time, your bodies tangled together, your hearts beating in sync. The forest was quiet now, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft glow of the woodsprites. He rolled onto his side, pulling you into his arms, his face buried in your hair.

series i'm your dream girl but you're not my type.

aonung x fem!metkayina!reader x rotxo x lo'ak sully x neteyam sully

summary: you are the village beauty of awa'atlu. a very desirable girl who has every boy wrapped around her finger. many can't seem to hold your heart, except for a very persistent four who will not let up easily. which lucky boy will earn your hand?

tags: sfw , heavy pining , unrequited love (as of rn)

a/n: this will be a multiple part series I hope!! if you wanna drop ideas in my inbox or comments pls do, they motivate me to make more chapters hehe. formal creds to this post by @lilacnavi for my inspo! (it finally let me tag yessss)

theme: genesis ( more so the readers theme to focus on her beauty. you're beautiful <3 )

You are undoubtedly one of the most beautiful girls in the village of Awa'atlu. Your skin is as blue-green as the ocean you were born in and eyes the color of deep lagoon water. Your long, curly hair was adorned with tiny shells randomly braided in sections, and a dainty pearl complimented the look right in the front of where your hair started just above your brows. You always had on the prettiest outfits, ones that complimented your womanly figure. Everything you owned you had weaved yourself.

You had suitors lined up like warriors for a test, each with their own skills and talents they believe are sure to knock you off your feet. You never really paid much mind to them.

All your life, the elders and aunties had murmured the same things as they wove shells into your hair. You were exceptionally gorgeous, a gift from Eywa herself, destined to have every reef boy scrambling for even a glance or a kind word. You just laughed it off. Your mother, a village beauty herself, always told you that you should never settle for less than you were, and you never did.

You didn't cave when Ao'nung, the chief's son, strode up one morning and asked for your hand with the confidence of someone used to getting what he wanted. You met his gaze coolly and replied, "If Eywa meant for us to be mated, she'd have made your tongue less arrogant."

You didn't falter when sweet Rotxo, ever gentle and observant, held before you a handful of the prettiest glowing shells he'd collected from the forbidden deeps. "They're beautiful," you told him softly, touching one, "but beauty alone doesn't make a bond."

You didn't even look twice when the forest outsiders, Lo'ak and Neteyam, pushed themselves harder during diving practices. Lo'ak flipping recklessly through coral arches to catch your eye with his wild grin, Neteyam executing every move with precise, quiet grace, hoping his discipline would speak louder than words.

You shrugged it all off with the same easy grace you used to slip through the currents. It wasn't worth your time, not really. These boys, persistent as they were, still felt like skxawngs playing at courtship, chasing the idea of you rather than the truth beneath.

You were surfacing from a dive in the reef. At your side, a satchel full of trinkets such as clams, starfish, and any other interesting things that caught your eye. You waded through the water, droplets dripping and sliding down your teal skin like liquid pearls. You tossed your head backwards, to send your wild curls behind your shoulders.

Just beyond the shallows, approaching the beach, was Rotxo and Aonung. They were bickering about something that they had been still talking about since that very morning. Aonung caught sight of your figure emerging from the water, and did a double take, before tapping Rotxo roughly on the shoulder.

"What?" Rotxo whined, shoving Aonung's hand away.

"Shut up and look." Aonung's muttered as he pointed towards you.

Rotxo turned and squinted, locking eyes with your frame.

There you were, emerging from the shallows like Eywa herself sculpted you for the sea. Your long hair, wild and heavy with water, was tossed back over your shoulders in one effortless motion. Your woven top and hip-wrap, clung just enough to trace the graceful, womanly curves of your body.

For once, Aonung had no comebacks nor anything stupid to say.

You noticed them almost immediately, and hid your amusement just as quickly as you noticed. You wouldn't say you were showing off, but there was definitely a more noticeable sway in your hips when you walked, and more fluttering of your lashes.

Both Aonung and Rotxo watched you as you delicately sorted through your treasures hung at your side. Aonung thought for a moment, cleared his throat, and straightened his posture. "Watch this." He said, focusing his gaze on you, and beginning to walk towards you. Rotxo watched in curiosity for a moment, then quickly followed after.

You pretended not to notice them approaching, back turned, and eyes locked on a particularly interesting starfish you managed to find.

Aonung stopped just behind your shoulder, his shadow casting itself on top of you. "Find anything worth keeping?" He smirked, tilting his head at you.

You lifted your head quickly, shooting him the prettiest eyes you could muster. "A few things," you replied softly, flicking your ears forward, "Nothing as rare as the ones you claim to find in the deep, though." You gave a toothy smile.

Aonung's smirk returned, cockier now. "I could show you the better spots. Deeper ones. Only the bravest dare to go." He crossed his arms, eyes getting lost in yours.

Rotxo arrived at his side shortly after, quiet. He didn't interrupt, but his ears flicked back and forth, and his hands flexed at his sides as if he was waiting to say something.

You stepped back a little from Aonung, just to take a better look at Rotxo. "And you, Rotxo?" You said, turning your attention to him, "You come to give some advice... Or just to watch your friend try again?"

Rotxo blushed faintly, rubbing the back of his neck, and glancing at Aonung who gave him a warning look, then answered. "Well I- Well cause- I wanted- You..." Rotxo tried to form a sentence, but his words fell out faster than his brain could process.

"Right." You said, smiling, and turning back to Aonung who looked like he was moments from pouncing on Rotxo for embarrassing him like that infront of you.

The silence stretched on for a moment until you spoke again. "Relax." You tilted your head to the side, letting a curl slide down your shoulder. "Neither of you are embarrassing yourselves... that much."

Aonung huffed, dropping his arms to his sides. "He's the one tripping over his tongue. I'm the one standing here being useful."

"Useful?" Your sarcasm dropped, and your brows rose. "Last time you offered to be 'useful,' you nearly got us both caught in a current because you were too busy staring to watch where we were going."

Rotxo let out a surprised snort-laugh before he could stop himself. Aonung shot him a glare that could've curdled sea milk.

You ignored his stare, and returned all your attention back to Rotxo giving the sweetest expression that made his blush deepen. "I think you are much more mannered." You smiled knowing, devastatingly, and started your journey back toward the path leading up to the village. Hips swaying with that same deliberate grace, curls bouncing lightly.

Aonung let out a long, suffering groan and shoved Rotxo’s shoulder. "You made me look bad, skxawng."

Rotxo grinned, victorious. "I made her smile. You just stood there."

As you treaded back towards the village, you caught sight of Lo'ak and Neteyam heading towards Rotxo and Aonung. As you passed them, they gave the politest smiles, and dipped their heads in greeting. In return you did the same, dropping your head enough for your hair to curtain your face. You pressed on, with a little pep in your step.

Lo'ak and Neteyam watched intently as you faded into the distance, eyes locked and focused like they were on a sort of mission.

Aonung noticed, curling his fists. "Hey forest boys!" He called out, voice laced with venom.

Lo'ak and Neteyam paused, turning slowly toward Aonung's shout.

The air thickened instantly, like the moment dark clouds form over the still ocean. Lo'ak's grin was already sharpening into something dangerous. Neteyam stayed calm, but his shoulders squared just enough to remind everyone he wasn't here to play.

"What?" Lo'ak drawled, spreading his arms in mock innocence. "We just said hello to the prettiest girl on the reef. You got a problem with basic manners now, fish-lips?"

Aonung's nostrils flared. He took a single threatening step forward, fists still clenched. "You two think you can just stroll up here like you belong? She's Metkayina. This is our water. You don't get to look at her like that."

Rotxo shifted uncomfortably beside him. He wasn't one for fights, but the tension was coiling tight enough to snap.

Neteyam raised a hand, palm out. "We're not looking for trouble, Aonung. We were just—"

"—ogling her like the rest of the village?" Aonung cut in. "Don't pretend. I've seen the way you both stare. The flips, the perfect form, the little looks to make sure she's watching. Pathetic."

Lo'ak laughed completely unbothered. "Oh, that's rich coming from you. Last I checked, you're the one who almost drowned showing off for her. What was it? 'Watch this dive'? Yeah, real smooth. She didn't even look back."

Aonung's tail lashed hard. "At least I belong here. You two are still outsiders playing at being reef people. She'll never choose a forest boy who can't even hold his breath properly."

Neteyam finally spoke, voice low and even, the kind of quiet that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "She's not a prize. She's not waiting for the strongest or the bravest or the sweetest. She's waiting for someone who stops trying to win her... and starts trying to deserve her."

Lo'ak rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well... good luck with that. Girl's got higher standards than Eywa."

Aonung snorted, but there was less venom in it this time. "She's impossible."

Rotxo lifted his head, "Maybe that's why we keep coming back." He shook his head, tossing up a hand.

The four of them stood there a moment longer, rivalry still simmering, but something else flickering beneath it. Recognition. Maybe even the tiniest thread of respect.

Then Lo'ak broke the quiet with a lopsided grin. "Race you to the outer reef. Loser has to admit she's out of their league."

Aonung barked a laugh despite himself. "You're on, demon boy."

Neteyam sighed, already turning toward the water. "You two are hopeless."

Rotxo just smiled and followed.

You finally reached the entrance of your marui, your older brother Ketrö already waiting for you. You walked in and removed your satchel and placed it on a mount.

"Took you long enough." Ketrö started, peeling leaves from a fruit he was snacking on. "Boys chasing you again?"

You turned to look at him, then sat just across from him. "Ah, well you know," you spoke, hiding the smile on your face, "the usual."

Ketrö raised a brow, popping another piece of fruit into his mouth. He chewed slowly, watching you with that knowing big-brother look that always made you feel like he could see straight through you.

"The usual," he repeated. "Right. So which one of them almost drowned himself trying to impress you today? Or did they all just stand there gawking like baby ilu?"

You laughed softly, leaning back on your hands, tail swaying ever so periodically. "First it was Aonung and Rotxo. Then the Sully boys showed up, and probably got a good scolding from Aonung."

Ketrö snorted. "Ao'nung still thinks yelling louder makes him win. That guy makes my head hurt."

You shrugged one shoulder, the motion making your damp curls sway. You had to admit, you loved the attention. Especially from those four.

Your brother paused, eyes narrowing on your body language. "You're enjoying this way too much."

You let the accusation hang in the air for a beat, then gave the smallest, most innocent shrug, like it was nothing at all. "Maybe," you admitted, voice light. "Is that so terrible?"

"It's not terrible,” he said carefully. "It's just… dangerous. Four boys. Four very different boys. I mean, if you think you can handle, well... I admire you sister."

Your ears perked up and your eyes widened at his hidden meaning. You dropped your mouth open in shock and shoved him hard. "Gross!" You squealed.

Ketrö burst out laughing, nearly choking on the fruit he’d just shoved in his mouth. He leaned back, one hand raised in surrender while the other wiped juice from his chin.

"I'm kidding! I’m kidding, relax!" He wheezed, still grinning like an idiot. "Your face, priceless."

You crossed your arms, cheeks warm, tail flicking sharply behind you. "You're disgusting. I hope a tsurak eats your tail."

taglist: @queefmasterr @naveaian @thel0v3hashira143 @ynniksslirg @yumyumyumsworld

Summary: so imagine Jake and Neytiris eldest daughter is the black sheep of the family, so when she runs away will they ever see again?

Are you familiar with the childrens films Atlantis: the lost empire ? What about the idea that Atlantis has its own tribe of Navi's, where Y/n ends up staying?

I haven't seen Avatar: fire and ash yet, so there might not be any spoilers for the movie. Everthing here is made up.

Feel free to share any ideas you have. :)

Pt.1 Pt.2

Masterlist

My favourite pieces from the movies + pinterest :)

The Metkayina family! Apparently their family name is Tsika! (At least I hope I got that right. Edit: I was wrong, it's Tsika'u.) And also Rotxo, who I'm not sure if he's supposed to be an orphan taken in by them or his parents are still alive and he just hangs out with Tsireya and Ao'Nung all the time.

They keep talking about the Coming of Age ceremony in the dictionary, I'm so sad we never got to actually see it in the movie. They just suddenly show up with their tattooes and that's it. The extended edition better include the ceremony! I wonder if we'll ever find out their tulkun siblings' names, too.

(Credit for pics goes to @Lala_Ronallover again.)