Avatar Characters x Reader

Neteyam x Reader- Angst

And so, you sauntered on. You were met with different expressions, some excited and curious, a few were indifferent as they looked at you.

However, you cared not as you had built a resilience to the judgement. The clearing was adorned with green grass and vibrant trees that provided shade. There were flowers decorating the ground in many colours.

You locked your arm over his and together, made your way to the center of the gathering. You looked over at Neteyam' s family. His siblings waved and smiled at you. Their loud cheers made it apparent they were  happy for their older brother.

Neytiri and Jake on the other hand were smiling, but not too ecstatic. They didn't exactly flat out deny your relationship, but they also weren't the happiest about their son's choice for a mate. Still– it was his life, therefore they did their best to support his decision.

You both turned to face each other, a slight blush was on his face accompanied by a shy smile. He knew you'd tease him later as soon as he saw your sly smirk and teasing gaze.

Your hands were holding onto each other's as watchful eyes stared at the two of you in anticipation. With the bowl in your hand, you scooped up a bit of black paste and smeared it over his cheek. He did the same with his own paste.

The ritual was almost complete, all that was left was for him to smear it over your forehead. His hand reached into his bowl and raised up towards your head. You shut your eyes as true joy bubbled inside of you.

Before he could make contact with your skin, he gasped suddenly with hitched breathing. You opened your eyes in confusion. Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw.

The dark red liquid seeped out of his mouth as he slowly looked down. You mirrored his action and followed his gaze to his lower abomen. He removed his hand from his skin and underneath was a patch of blood. The source being a small hole in his abdomen.

It dripped insistently onto the grass.

Your mouth was ajar as you tried to process what you saw. A scream of pure terror sounded through the air. It was one of the clan members, having just seen the blood.

More screaming could be heard as they too witnessed the scene unfolding. The Sully's were confused as they hadn't seen anything yet.

Jake and Neytiri came closer to investigate and what they saw made them stop in their tracks. You were frozen in place, unable to do anything to help their bleeding son. His breathing picked up its pace, swiftly turning laboured.

His falling figure alerted you and you held out your arms to lower him, with the help of Jake. Neytiri fell to her knees next to her son as she cried out hysterically. His body trembled under your hands when you brought them to his abdomen.

You felt another presence besides his parents, next to you. "N– Neteyam..."

Your heart stung painfully as you registered the soft voice as tuk'tu'rey's. Your vision now blurry, you looked up at her getting whisked away by a distraught Kiri.

Lo'ak took his place next to his father, with his braids flying at high speed. Their pained faces could only watch as your mate struggled to breathe.

The effort to stop the bleeding was useless as it continued seeping from the spaces in between your fingers. By this time, majority of the clan had dispersed as soon as they saw the blood. They were afraid of becoming the next one to lie on the floor.

Loak and Jake's cries became muffled by the pounding in your ears. You watched in heartbreak as he tried to speak, but the blood only choked him further. It only shortened his time left on this plane of existence.

His skin felt warm under your touch, hand cupped over his cheek as you leaned in to his chest. You couldn't do anything to stop this– nor to stop the tears and wails that escaped you. The one person you had truly loved in your life was dying, and there was nothing you could do. Absolutely nothing.

You knew exactly who had done this— Colonel Quaritch. His intention to hurt Jake Sully had finally been enacted. Quaritch had been dreaming of killing Jake Sully's first born son, as he watched.

You were under the false presumption that they wouldn't be able to kill him if he wasn't their hostage. However, you were wrong, terribly wrong.

You pressed a feather kiss to his cheek, salty tears staining his beautiful skin. "I love you–" You reassured him and caressed his skin. This was the only thing you could have done for him in this moment. His death was imminent.

"No— No. No..." Jake final words to his son pained him further. He felt as though he had failed his son. The tears that came from him were uncontrollable at this point. He removed his hands from under Neteyam's head.

"Come on— do something!" Lo'ak screamed out to his father. His usually humorous character had fallen away to be replaced by a desperate brother.

A tear fell from your mate's eye and you saw his hand reaching for yours— but before he could hold you. His eyes closed.

His last breath tickled the side of your face. You looked at his now lifeless body, the feeling of emptiness soon filling you.

You sat back on your knees, feeling utterly hopeless. "He's...gone." You whispered loud enough for the two males to hear. Jake held his youngest son, this being one of the only affections they had shared since he was a child.

It's strange how such terror can bring people together.

Your hand covered your mouth as the tears fell one after another, relentlessly. Mo'at embraced her daughter in her arms to keep her calm, but nothing could stop the wails of a mother's loss.

You could see Kiri crying while she hugged her younger sister, careful to hide her away from the traumatizing sight. They stood a meter away, but the weight of what had happened still followed them.

You felt numb. Empty. Hopeless. Heartbroken. The only being you had ever loved with all your mind, heart and soul was gone.

No longer would you hear his beautiful voice and laugh again, or pepper him in kisses when he felt sad. His kind soul would be long forgotten as a thing of the past. The memories of you together would never feel like safe place anymore. They would only remind you of his painful death.

The leaves shook in the breeze, blissfully unaware of the tragedy that had befallen this enchanting forest. It made you think— perhaps being sentient was the problem in life.