Ghosts By Katherine Blower

Anne Sexton // A. M. Homes

obsessed with these works by fracisco romero zafra

Cover art by Breyona Holt. I hope to see more of her work soon! I love these covers because they’re simple yet distinct from a lot of the covers we see today. No heavy editing or props and yet you’re still drawn to what the album holds. I love it!

Heart Burn | Neteyam x Na’vi!reader (Part 1)

Summary: Your clan, being dedicated helpers of Na’vi, once answered the pleas of Omatikaya for help. You encounter a new reality when you suddenly meet the Sully family.

Pairings: Neteyam x Na’vi!reader, Lo’ak x Na’vi!reader (a bit)

Warnings: Neteyam being golden child with all the consequences, Lo’ak being Lo’ak, mentioning of depression, slow-burn. Characters aged up to 18-20, except Tuk, she’s still little sweet baby.

Notes: English is not my first and not even a second language, please forgive me if there any mistakes.

Eywa’eveng - Na’vi name of Pandora

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The Atan'evi clan was considered a legend. A tale that had been lost in time, one that was told when it seemed that all hope was gone. Helpers, wise people, servants of the Great Mother. The people of this clan had a connection with Eywa of such strength that only Tsahik in any other clan could attain.

Knowing their strength and abilities, they chose a path of service, not living for themselves but for others. Spending their entire lives moving from one clan to another, passing on knowledge and legends, healing the sick, bestowing blessings. It was easy to convince oneself that the reason they were not helping now was probably because another clan was suffering more.

Being part of a legend is a great honor. You always knew this, always felt that power that surrounds your clan. You were protected not only physically by your fierce companions - the palulukans, but also spiritually. The Atan'evi clan would never falter in spirit, it was beyond the realm of possibility. When thousands of Na'vis pass down stories about you and the joy you bring to their homes, mouth to ear.

Your parents were strong shamans, their knowledge of the flora of Eywa’eveng helped create dozens of new decoctions and ointments to heal the most severe wounds and horrible diseases that sucked the life out of the Na’vi, especially after the arrival of the sky people. The aliens brought many plagues on their metal flying machines, and your clan had to face something unknown for all these years.

On the one hand, you respected their occupation, but you were always drawn to something else on the other. Your connection with Eywa was unshakable and approached the level of Tsahik, you often went into trance, connecting with the soil of the earth, absorbing the energy and wisdom of the ancestors. The nature around you froze when you approached it, as if you quieted the whirlwinds inside each living being, pulling them into your field.

Despite the widespread love from your own clan, your heart was always turned outward. No, of course, you loved your clan, your people. It was doubtless. But all your nature was drawn to the rest of the world, to those who, you always knew, needed you more than they did.

And one day, the call of Omatikaya was heard, through their prayers. Tsahik Saun heard their sorrow through the connection with Eywa and directed your clan towards the floating mountains.

As you journeyed, you became increasingly dragged deep inside your own mind. It became difficult for you to concentrate on the road as anxiety was tearing you apart.

Your intuition suddenly roared inside of you. Your palulukan, Pha’ksi, tensed under you. Your soft a soft ran over the powerful neck, calming the animal down. It was a deep evening, your clan had dispersed throughout the forest and blended in with the flora, knowing of the dangers and not wanting to engage in conflict before the time was right. You listened attentively, noting even the slightest rustling sounds.

And then, finally, in the distance, you heard a call. Your ears twitched in the direction of the sound, everything inside of you screamed to move towards the source of the stranger’s voice as quickly as possible.

You informed your father of your feeling and offered to go on reconnaissance, and he, without hesitation, warned the others and set off with you. Both of you dismounted off your palulukans, but the clever animals quietly followed behind you, sensing the alarm.

The Palulukans ran quickly and silently, perfect predators, and your clan had learned much from these animals. When your clan was renowned for its spiritual strength, other means of self-defense had to be sought.

You and your father exchanged glances and rushed towards the source of the conflict.

The deployment of forces was clear from the first seconds and you both took your positions without a word. You were high up on the tree and your father was slightly farther in the thicket.

You both aimed your arrows at the demons, it was easy to distinguish them from the Na'vi, they were dressed in much more clothing and those who didn’t hold weapons were adorned with other metallic tools.

At some point, when one of them was already ready to shoot the young Na'vi, you drew your arrow and shot it with pure rage, hitting the demon in the throat.

The battle continued as demons were not willing to let go of the people easily and the fight became more intricate, weapons they were using became bigger and faster. You jumped down, grabbing the hand of young Na’vi and the older one and you immediately felt that it was his father. Without words, you let them know that you would help them escape. Your father was already helping the other children, covering their back.

Together, you ran through the forest, when you called out to your pululukan and its silhouette flashed somewhere off in the distance.

“What the hell” Older Na’vi shouted, but he didn’t stop, apparently taking it as another threat that they would need to run away from.

Suddenly, you bumped into everyone else after jumping off a huge tree trunk. You met eyes with your father and briefly nodded.

“No, we need to run, we have Tanator is onto us”

Your ears flattened against your head in mild annoyance. You didn’t often hear that alien name.

“Please, don’t worry. The Palulukans are our companions, they won’t harm you” You stretched your arms forward in a calming gesture.

The woman near you, who was frantically hugging her children and thanking the Great Mother, suddenly let out a sharp breath as she looked at you and your father.

“It can’t be…”

And while she was examining you with wide eyes, the other members of her family exchanged worried glances. Apparently, only she understood who was standing in front of her, and this caused tenderness in you and a desire to explain yourselves in your father.

After all when everyone was convinced that everyone was safe, the adults laid down their weapons and gave each other the opportunity to finally talk.

You looked at the unusual Navi, three of whom had four fingers, which meant either they were dream walkers or their children. Neither pleased you, but you didn’t rush to express your fears.

Then your attention was drawn to a human boy, just as out of breath, smeared with blue paint, he still looked at you and your father with fear and distrust.

You did not start to confuse yourself with questions about why a human child is running among the Na’vi, the others were not troubled by his presence, so you should not be either.

“We are from the Atan'evi tribe, I apologize for frightening you,” you made a greeting gesture, and your father did the same.

“My mother told me about you…” The woman, still holding two girls, looked at you with a slight smile. You nodded in response, as a sign of respect.

“Our Tsahik has responded to the call of your people, we have come to help you in your difficult battle,” your father spread his arms, his voice was firm but filled with kindness.

It seems that the man was still tense and kept looking around, unsure of what to expect. You tried to ease his concerns by telling him that your people could stay nearby if it was close enough to his home and that you wouldn’t want to disturb the peace of their tribe. You offered to accompany him first, then others could come later to help in any way possible. The man nodded and glanced at your father, probably seeking confirmation of your words. Apparently, that was enough to make him relax and finally, after calling out to his Ikran, he invited you to fly to their home

You allowed yourself to smile, as the tension finally left the company.

But, all of a sudden, feeling a piercing gaze upon you, you immediately turned towards it.

Your eyes met those of a young Na'vi, possibly of your own age or slightly older. You nodded when your gazes started to become awkward, but the young man was so stunned that he couldn’t look away. This caused you to have mixed feelings. On the one hand, you worried that he might be afraid of you or see you as a threat, while on the other hand, you allowed other thoughts to penetrate your consciousness and slightly indulged in fantasies that he might have been pleasantly surprised.

It was already deep into the night when you all arrived at the mountains. Your Palulukans had to be sent to the rest of your tribe, as it would be impossible to reach the highest caves with them. Either Ikran or just your own strong arms and legs. It’s not like you were very satisfied with these circumstances, but you couldn’t do anything about it. Your task now was to find out the situation inside the clan, and how your communication would be established was the business of the chiefs and the Tsahik of both clans.

Even though you and your father were exhausted from the journey, you asked for an audience with Olo’eyktan and Tsahik. And to your surprise, the family you helped save turned out to be the family of Olo’eyktan and Tsakarem. Jake, the leader of Omatikaya people, did not hurry to reveal his status, his suspicion continued to permeate through each of his glances and reluctantly spoken words. In the end, his mate, Neytiri, was fed up with this and, glaring at Jake, she fervently blurted out:

“Ma Jake, stop it. They will help us.”

You felt a slight embarrassment for the impression that you and your father had made on Olo’eyktan and thought about how you could earn his respect. However, Neytiri’s words slightly calmed the anxiety within you.

Jake possessed the body of a demon, but he did not behave like one. He probably had never heard of your clan, so you considered that he had every right to worry if he should accept you or not. And although you felt strong grief emanating from both Jake and Neytiri, she radiated strong energy, while Jake, although he wanted to appear firm, was broken inside.

You felt ashamed and lowered your head when Jake apologized and invited you and your father to his tent, where Tsahik was already waiting for you. This strong woman seemed to immediately understand who you were, her piercing gaze first fixed on your father and then on you. She cautiously approached you and you and your father made a greeting gesture.

“I see you, Moat, Tsahik of Omatikaya, my name is Takum, this is my daughter Y/N, we…”

“Oh, I know who you are Takum and Y/N, I was afraid that you had left our lands”

Your father almost ashamedly tucked his ears as you figured out what they were talking about. Your father told you about the time of the Great Sorrow, when Toruk Makto gathered the clans again to resist the sky people, when the Omatikaya clan was forced to leave their home.

“I understand, Tsahik, but I must say that Eywa made us to understand that you are in good hands,” your father’s gaze fell on Jake, and here you were struck by the realization that you were facing Toruk Makto, the same legend, only the speech was not about the whole clan, but about one person. It was not possible for you to comprehend how the power of such an image could be contained in a single body.

“Well, I suppose we really need your help now”

Despite the fact that you were already old enough to participate in such conversations. He still sent you away to catch your breath. He was still more resilient than you and your attempts to pretend that you didn’t stand a chance didn’t work on him.

He asked Jake if you could rest somewhere, and Jake quickly called his older son.

“Neteyam! Take Y/N to the dinner and then to our tent if she wants to sleep.”

“Yes, sir,” came the immediate response from Neteam, accompanied by a brief nod of respect.

The gaze of the elder son once again fell on you and again the chest was pierced by a double feeling.

Why did his eyes literally froze when they met yours?

You smiled softly at him and approached closer, indicating that you were ready to go.

Neteyam hesitated slightly, but in the end he turned and asked you to follow him.

On the way, you again met members of the family you helped to save: the human boy, the lovely little girl, the young woman in whom you felt something close and familiar to your own soul, and finally another boy, who shared with his father the presence of four fingers and something hinted to you - not only that.

Soon you got to know them all, Neteyam was constantly rushing everyone, reminding them that the father ordered to feed you first.

He didn’t quite understand what was happening and why did you and your father were suddenly there, right in the moment of trouble, but if his father trusted you, then he trusted you too.

Despite a seemingly imposed suspicion, you evoked a deep sense of comfort in Neteyam. From just one glance at you, he felt more relaxed, wanting to relieve the tension in his shoulders and back, to stop frowning. As if your eyes forced him to realize all the tension and weight he was carrying.

Meanwhile, you were surrounded by curious glances and bombarded with questions. None of the siblings hesitated to learn everything they could about you.

“So, are you nomads?” Kiri’s large, curious eyes never left you. You smiled, chewing on your roll filled with crushed fruits and nuts.

“You could say that. We wander to help as many people as possible, you never know when another clan may be in big need, one group of people may not be enough” you said.

Of course you weren’t there, when your clan started to forming its behavior, but all young members of the Atan’evi are taught the history so they understand why your people have dedicated themselves to serving others and why they had to give up having a permanent home. Although this thought has never weighed you down, you have always wondered what it would be like to have what everyone else has.

“Do you ride Palulukans? It’s madness, in our clan only my mother once rode him during the Great Battle” Lo’ak seemed to be fascinated by this fact and you liked that you, even if not through your own personal achievement, could evoke such emotions in the young Na’vi. You liked his smile, it was still infused with teenage mischievousness, but adult playfulness was already peeking through.

“Your mother is a very strong woman” you said without hesitation. The older son, Neteyam, huffed somewhere behind your back, and when you looked at him, you saw a satisfied smile on his face. You assumed that the son was proud of the family in which he grew up, but you could not say for sure.

The entire dinner they continued to shower you with questions and you did not let yourself to steal from them the pleasure of learning something new. This family knew nothing about your clan and this partially gave a pleasant feeling of novelty. None of them imposed any hopes on you, at least not yet. Not that you were against it, the feeling of responsibility was raised in you from childhood, but sitting here, among the Na’vi of your age, you couldn’t help but feel … differently, as if you were just an ordinary young woman, sitting among her friends, eating fruits, while everyone were spitting jokes tales of adventures.

Only one thing troubled you - the silence from the elder son of the Sully’s family.

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