The sun had just set, the moon casting Awa’atlu in a silvery glow. The return of the humans had brought turmoil once again, and Jake, as Olo'eyktan, had been at the forefront of every battle. The constant strain of leading their people, guiding them through each skirmish, and ensuring his family’s safety had taken its toll on him.

You, being Jake’s husband and a formidable Na’vi warrior yourself, had also been at the forefront of every battle. He couldn’t help but worry, even though he knew you could hold your own. It didn’t help that Quaritch had gotten more insistent on capturing him, and finally did, taking him captive at Bridgehead. The RDA’s Dr. Garvin had taken pity on Jake and Spider, Quaritch’s son, and freed them both, where you took it from there and took both of them back to the Metkayina village.

The RDA wasn’t the only thing Jake was worried about. He also worried about Lo’ak, his second son, who bonded with Payakan, the outcast Tulkun. The Tulkun Council had exiled Payakan at their last meeting, and in an act of anger, Lo’ak stood up to Ronal and Tonowari. The kid had balls, Jake thought to himself, but god, he was exhausting.

But now he was home. He pushed those thoughts to the side and took a moment to look down at the kids, all asleep in their hammocks. Neteyam’s hammock had been empty ever since he died, and Jake always felt like there was a hole in his heart every time he looked at it. He let out a heavy sigh and looked back at you, who had just washed your war paint off and was now hanging a pot over the cooking fire, still so determined to take care of him after a battle instead of resting.

Jake’s heart ached again, this time with a pang of affection. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you from behind and bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. He took a moment to just admire you — the way your hair was still damp from washing yourself off, the unique pattern of your stripes… He loved it all.

Jake pressed the softest kisses along the side of your neck before murmuring in your ear, “Love you so much, {{user}}.”