#teylan imagines

something with Teylan and an Aranhe weaver, that went to the resistance base with him. They’re happy and in love, and in the middle of the night she wakes up and he’s fiddling with some human tech and hs shows her how it works

The space beside you is empty but warm. Your hand moves along the padded sleeping mat, heat bleeding into your palm as you feel the woven material beneath your fingertips. The pattern is intricate, created by an Aranahe weaver in your clan and brought here when you joined Teylan in The Resistance base.

You had been here for a week now, and had finally felt settled. Even before you had joined Teylan, the Sarentu had welcomed you, but now they did so with happiness for the both of you. You and your mate—you weren’t yet used to being or having a mate—were given your own space to revel in the joys of being mates officially.

After You wake up to the empty mat, you notice that Teylan isn’t far from you. He is sitting near some of the crates he had brought into your room, human devices and trinkets that he liked to fiddle with. Though his back is to you, you can see the edges of your courting gift to him.

You had made him an armband to wear around his arm, though you had doubts that he would like it. When you gave it to him, you were hesitant. It was abundantly clear that Teylan preferred the human clothing rather than what the Sarentu wore. Still, he accepted your gift with great appreciation for the Aranahe skills of weaving.

Now it is one of the only pieces of Na’vi clothing that he wears.

“Teylan what are you doing?” You push yourself to sit and then stand on your sleeping mat, shivering from the loss of warmth when your blanket slipped off you.

“I finally got it to work.” He turns his head and looks back at you, head cocked slightly to the side. “It’s a human device that plays music.”

“That is what’a keeping you awake?” You reach for your shawl made of fine silk you gathered near your clan’s hometree, and drape it around your shoulders. You still hadn’t gotten used to the cold of the metal walls but you were trying to, for your mate.

“I’m sorry for waking you up.” A darker colour hits his cheeks as he blushes, and he smiles small; nervously like he is expecting you to give him trouble.

You close the distance between you and your mate and come to sit beside him. Your shawl tightens around your shoulders when you tighten your hand, and your tail moves in rhythm to your soft humming. You rest your head upon Teylan’s shoulder, to which he momentarily tenses, before he relaxes and presses his cheek to the top of your head.

“Show me how it works?” Your voice is soft, tender and sweet. You, like Teylan, tend to be shy and bashful in nature—although you know that he is that way because of Mercer. Regardless, you make a good pair.

“First you spin this….” He turns the device over in his hand, spinning the rotating wheel as the screen lights up. A grey bar that runs from one side of the screen to the other horizontally, highlights the humans words that it lands on when Teylan spins the circle.

“And then when you find what you want, you press this…” in the centre of the rotating circle is a smaller one that does not move like the one surround it. The centre can only be pushed but once Teylan pushes it, the screen changes again and music begins playing from the device.

“Let me try.” The moment you hear the music coming from the human object, your eyes grow wide and you snatch it from his hands. You turn it over to analyze it, curious and amazed by whatever it could be.

Although you don’t quite get the concept of the device because when you try to spin the circle, the music only jumps forward in time. You frown and your ears fall flatter against your head, almost pinned, and you turn your head to look at Teylan.

He smiles at you, softly and tenderly, and then grabs the device from you. He keeps himself pressed flush to you although his left hand moves behind your back to settle on your left hip.

“Like this…” he shows you again, going through the same cycle of steps, teaching you until you feel like you get the hang of it. And once you do, Teylan sits back and watches you play with the human trinket, shuffling through music that plays on the device over and over until your eyes grow heavy.

Only once you feel like you are going to fall asleep does Teylan take it from you. He sets it back into his box of human things and helps you back into bed, where he joins you. He slips a hand over your waist to pull the blanket over the both of you, and then he leans in and tucked his face into the crook of your neck.

Imagine…..Teylan meeting a synthetic android that he found in a abandoned RDA facility

((I rewatched predator: badlands yesterday and saw thia and this thought popped into my head))

Cuteness Aggression

Summary: Teylan hears a new Sky Person phrase and has a new understanding of it when he meets the newest human/avatar to join the resistance all the way from the eastern frontier

Warnings: None, two sunshine lovers being adorable

There’s almost a trail of crumbs, figurative not literal, that leads to the corner that you’d carved out for yourself. While it’s insignificant pieces that you’d dropped, like a paperclip here or there, small wires that you’d taken from one place to another as an errand, it all gives Teylan a roadmap of where to find you.

He follows the trail that you leave although even without it he could have found you. Whether using the Na’vi senses So’lek knows he has, or simply because you are like north on a compass to Teylan, he could always seek you out.

The makings of a mate, he thinks internally while blushing externally. When he thinks too hard on the feelings he has for the assistant to Alex, who also happens to have an Avatar, Teylan finds that he stumbles. Both physically and verbally, he grows nervous and more timid than he feels he has any right to be.

Especially because you aren’t intimidating in the slightest. You have the ability to equally as timid and quiet, though when you get excited you seemed to have a boundless affliction for talking a mile a minute.

Like Priya, but Priya doesn’t make Teylan want to scour the cliffsides of the Resistance Base for the purple budding flowers you tried to plant in pots. And Priya doesn’t make Teylan’s eyes widen and glimmer with bashful admiration whenever she walks into a room. You have this hold on Teylan that stifles him in a way that is addictive.

He doesn’t understand it, not entirely, but he follows the instincts that flourish within him. Even if not everyone in the Sarentu agree, like Nor—he thinks Teylan is wasting his time with you, with the human and part-time Avatar.

Because in Nor’s mind he equates you to the same toxicity that he thinks Alma capable of. Though you were given your Avatar while under the guided scientific hand of Dr. Grace Augustine, and you had largely been working in the east. You were as far isolated from what happened to them as Priya was, yet Nor did not care.

The thought makes Teylan pause, he hesitates outside the corner you carved for yourself. Along the wall of your space are soft twinkling lights that illuminate the walls before they disappear behind a curtain. Teylan knows that your link bed is back there, he can see the dense rope like cords that feed electrify to the device. The same electricity that power your lights, and the same electricity that you attempt to use to help your dear plants grow.

Once Teylan has gathered the courage to approach your little corner, he runs his hand along the wall and calls your name to make his announcement. There’s the sound of shuffling objects before he hears your curse in human language, and again he is hit with a need that makes his fingers twitch.

Priya called it cuteness aggression, a common and non-harmful urge to squeeze, pinch and poke, even bite, adorable animals. You, you are the adorable creature that Teylan is refraining from squeezing.

“Teylan, hi….” You appear in the doorway, breathless like you’d run a mile, with your hands holding two different clay pots made from refurbished metal. Inside are two plants native to Pandora, the fruit of which humans can actually eat without feeling with the toxins. You have markers written on pieces of paper that are stabbed into the soil, with names of your plants.

“Pepper and Potts?” He speaks the name of those plants and cocks his head to the side, mildly confused about your choice for the flora. To his question he sees you glancing at the plants before you smile bashfully and step aside to let him into your self-isolated space.

“Pepper Potts is a…well she’s from a human comic book from way back in 1963-” you explain your choice and when you say the date of the creation of this character, Teylan’s eyes grow wide and he whips his head around to stare you down.

“1963? That’s ancient media.” He lets himself sit on your bed, his large body looking incredibly out of place on the mattress but he is grateful that you don’t comment on it.

While he sits, he takes a look around your space and notes that your corner of the base is as settled into an organized disorganization that seems to linger in your life. A constant that makes you both inescapably genuine as it does human, and it’s another cathartic reason why Teylan is so attracted to you. You are beautiful, you are real and unguarded in your human nature, both of those translate to your avatar.

He knows that Nor doesn’t approve and that the older Na’vi thinks Teylan needs to settle for an actual Na’vi and not an avatar. But Teylan likes you and dare he say it, but he could see himself falling in love with you.

He would be your strong, tech savvy Na’vi and you would be his cute little human.

“I’m trying to grow Yovo fruit but I’m having trouble keeping the plants as watered and as exposed to light that they need to grow.” You frown and set the pots down where they’re supposed to be, under lights that are designed to mimic the sun that’s need for plant life.

With your plants Peppers and Potts put back into place, a brief silence falls between the two of you, lasting until Teylan suddenly remembers why he’s here.

“I brought you something.” He speaks with a hurried tone of voice and reaches into his pocket, cool metal hitting the skin of his palm. His tail twitches behind him as he feels the edges brushing against his hand, and Teylan pauses for a minute, stalling himself.

What if you did not feel the same? What if his feelings were misplaced? He could make himself look like an idiot in front of the little human he adored, and then where would that leave him?

“Teylan?” You speak his name, the sound of your voice directs his focus back to the present instead of what’s going on in his mind. He shifts on your bed, the frame creaking under the weight of his Na’vi weight. “Are you okay?”

You are too nice, too gentle for the hands of the RDA, and he can’t ever really imagine you in their grasp. You were kind, what the humans would call a sweetheart. You’d exemplified your compassion for all the Sarentu and Pandora by aiding the resistance. You wanted to help by undoing everything the RDA was doing, using your avatar to aide them like others had done.

“I have something for you.” His three fingers tighten around the gift he made for you and slips it out of his pocket. He opens up his hand allowing you to see what’s sitting in the middle of his palm, a handmade gift.

Your eyes fall to the metal that sits against his blue skin, formed to the shape of a tarsyu flower that holds so much importance to the Sarentu. He worked on this for weeks, using what he knew of metal and human tools to make the gift that made him think of you, of your pretty eyes and your sweet smile.

“Teylan, you made this?” Your voice wavers and you speak his name with a softness that has his cheeks and the tips of his ears darkening with a blush. His smile softens just like your voice and he nods his head eagerly, watching you take his gift.

“It changes colours. Priya told me about these novelty gifts that humans sometimes get at these things called fairs. Do you know what fairs are? Priya tried explaining them to me-” Teylan begins to speak in a little hurried manner until you reach out and touch his hand, your fingertips touching his knuckles.

“Teylan, thank you. I love it.” His attention shifts from where you are touching his hand, to your eyes. Your beautiful eyes that he loves staring at, that he can never get enough of looking at. “This is…I’ve never gotten such a nice gift.”

“It changes colours like this…” Teylan leans forward and touches the flower, tapping it gently to make the tarsyu shift colours from the natural purple, to a darker shade of pink and then blue.

He lets it go through every colour shift that it can, and watches the dazzlement of your eyes. You are fixated on the flower he had made for you, mesmerized by the curves of the petals and the details that he had seemed to capture perfectly.

“Kaltxì, yawne lu oer, irayo!” You speak Na’vi as you thank him again, adding your absolute love for the flower that has him beaming. But when you move closer and stand on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, letting your soft lips linger against his skin, a wide smile breaks on his face. He leans into you, resting his cheek against the top of your head, revelling in the little skip of his heartbeat.