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Smitten - Chapter Five - Aonung's POV

Mild Warning: This isn't essentially accurate. It is a bit longer than usual. I apologize for the delay as I have been sick.

Smitten: Chapter Five - Gift - Aonung's POV

A week seemed to fly for Aonung, everything was actually going great for his relationship with Neteyam. While he did train in the morning, he had to finish his and Lo’ak’s chores before lunch, and he usually spared time before and after dinner for Neteyam. Aonung was trying his absolute hardest to always keep a smile on Neteyam’s face. Late in the evening, he dedicated many hours to creating a gift for his lover.

Aonung wasn’t as good at crafting as his sister was, but the important part was he did it himself. Despite the countless times the pearls fell off their string and he had to redo it, he had poked his fingers several times. Sometimes he was so frustrated he wanted to throw it, but he knew he needed to treat it with care.

Ronal, his mother, was relatively quiet since the outburst, only checking on her son occasionally with a mild disapproving look as she watched him struggle to craft, one day he assumed she got tired of watching him stuck on the same part, she stood over him, casting a glance down, “There is too much weight on the string, you need to double it to make it sturdier otherwise it will not last. Here, like this.” Ronal slipped another string through and pulled on it to show how much stronger it was now.

Aonung could only thank his mother, he was a little shocked, did this mean that she was accepting Neteyam? She must have accepted the idea.

After a week full of long evenings, Aonung had created two pieces for his lover. He looked over them carefully, he looked at them and could see Neteyam in their beauty. Yet, he had gotten second thoughts wondering if these were even good enough for his lover. There was only one person who would be completely honest with him. He placed both gifts in a small box, laying them gently and walking to his mothers room. He knew Ronal would tell him if they were ugly or not good enough for a courting gift.

“I think they are lovely, I am impressed you put such an extreme amount of effort. This..Takes a lot of dedication.. You must really love him..” Ronal spoke, trailing her hand gently over the high quality pearls and sea glass. She may not have approved of Neteyam but she respected Aonung's intentions of courting Neteyam. That was all Aonung could ask for, everything else they could work on.

- - -

Aonung hardly felt nervous, it wasn’t like him. He was usually confident and cool, when he approached Neteyam bullying him those months ago, he never would have thought his crush would have returned his feelings. Let alone, be willing to mate with him. They have known each other for years, he knew how Neteyam was. Neteyam would have probably been happy with some sappy seashell had Aonung said that it reminded him of Neteyam.

But this wasn’t some sappy seashell, this was the real deal, he had spent long nights working hard. Yet suddenly, it all seemed so small and not enough when Neteyam deserved the world.

Aonung tried not to get anxious as he approached the Sully home, he needed to be confident, seeing Jake stand to greet him took him back, he realized he was no longer a kid anymore. He was a grown man now, taller than even Jake Sully.

“Aonung, what brings you here?” Neytiri called out as she approached the two men, she welcomed him inside to take a seat. Neteyam was nowhere to be found at this very moment, it made Aonung more nervous as he stared at the two forest Na’vi’s. Suddenly, he remembered how as an ignorant child he had bullied the Sully kids, he really hoped that didn’t come to bite him.

“Ah yes, I was hoping to speak with both of you and Neteyam but it seems he is not here,” Aonung started, despite internally screaming at himself, he kept a cool composure, imagining Neteyam was right there. “Nonetheless, I wish to court Neteyam. I have been working very hard to become a man worthy of him, he means the world to me, I wish to court him but I would like your approval to do so.” Aonung gained confidence as he spoke, looking between the set of parents. Both parents seemed to be shocked, as if they had no idea he and Neteyam were even a possibility, where did they think Neteyam ran off too at night?

Jake Sully seemed to be staring him up and down, probably wondering if he would even be able to provide for his son. “I will be Olo'eyktan one day, Neteyam is my better half, I do not see a future without him by my side.” Aonung felt the need to sell himself as a worthy mate.

Neytiri was still processing everything, before she started to laugh, Aonung was thankful for that, it really eased the tension that had been forming. “This explains a lot. I was wondering why he had hesitated so much the other day, and now I recall every night he is nowhere to be found.” Neytiri spoke with a knowing-tone. From what Aonung had heard, Neytiri had mated even younger than they were at only 18. So he assumed she knew a thing or two of sneaking around.

The couple exchanged looks with each other, Jake seemed reluctant but Neytiri was clearly in charge, “Absolutely, you have our approval. As long as Neteyam is happy and he chooses you.”

Aonung was relieved, it visibly had shown on his face now that he had the approval of the Sully’s to court Neteyam. “I am relieved, thank you very much, if you’ll excuse me I really need to find Neteyam!” Aonung had bowed his head respectfully and stood from his kneeling position. It took everything for him not to run out of there, he needed to look calm and collected.

“Ronal is going to have a bitch fit,” Aonung could hear Jake say to Neytiri, “Good. She deserves it, she was so against our kids and now look, we are going to be family whether she likes it or not. I could not be more pleased.”

Aonung quickly learned that Neytiri was petty, he was sure Neteyam had gotten that trait from her.

- - -

Aonung had searched all over the reef for Neteyam, it felt like they were playing hide and seek, everywhere he would check it seemed like he just kept missing Neteyam. Neteyam hadn’t even been at dinner, Aonung was starting to get worried when Neteyam hadn’t immediately shown up to their usual spot on the beach.

“Aonung! Aonung!” Neteyam called out running towards him, he looked out of breath like he had been running for a bit, his braids damp as if he had just gotten out of the water not too long ago, Neteyam held something behind his back as he ran. He stumbled as he finally made it to Aonung, he had to take a large pause to catch his breath.

Aonung could tell Neteyam had probably been running for a while considering how out of breath he had been, it had really taken him by surprise to see Neteyam winded.

“I have been looking for you all day!” Aonung complained, reaching to pull his lover into his arms, to which Neteyam held out his arm to keep him at arm's length. “I know, I have been busy today, I can only tell you part of what I am doing- just give me a second to calm my heart rate-” Neteyam laughed, Aonung had never been more confused as to what Neteyam had been doing to be this out of breath.

“What could be more important than your future husband?” Aonung couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, Neteyam looked at him and rolled his eyes, but there was a playful smile on Neteyam’s lips. “I could give you a long list, or you could close your eyes and stop acting like a jealous baby.” Neteyam pressed a hand to his face, forcing him to close his eyes. Aonung could only huff in response pretending he was annoyed.

“I know you have been busy, and I appreciate everything you have done to make more time for me, so I have decided to create something for you to make everything easier on you.” Neteyam shifted to rest on one knee and grasped Aonung’s hand, placing something in his hand and closing his hand on the object. “Open your eyes,” Neteyam spoke softly, looking up at Aonung with bright eyes.

Aonung was completely surprised, opening his eyes to see Neteyam on his knee, it took him a moment to process what was going on. Neteyam was courting him. Aonung couldn’t help the large smile that overtook his face as he opened his hand to see an armband that Neteyam had created for him, it was braided much like Neteyam’s yet had golden sea glass embedded with it that distinctively reminded him of Neteyam’s eyes.

“Aonung, will you be my mate?” Neteyam asked with a smug grin, of course Neteyam would take courting into his own hands when he felt like Aonung was taking too long. “But what about your parents?” Aonung teased that Neteyam had no idea he had already asked for his hand. “I already asked yours.” Neteyam expressed.

Aonung was at a loss for words, while he had been running around searching for Neteyam and asking his parents, Neteyam had been doing the same thing? Neteyam had asked his mother and father if they could be together, Aonung could only imagine how the whole thing went, it was clear Aonung was processing how the conversation went, he was deep in his thoughts.

“Aonung! Will you be my mate! Do you accept?” Neteyam asked him again, Aonung snapped out of his thoughts and laughed, “Of course I accept,” Aonung knew he was going to accept regardless. They both knew. But it was surreal actually doing this. Aonung slid down to his knees, holding out his arm for Neteyam to place the band on him, “If you couldn’t tell, the gold is so you can always have me with you,” Neteyam explained.

“Really? I had no idea, I thought it was for Kiri or Lo’ak- Too tight!” Aonung had been joking, Neteyam tightened the armband painfully tight to make a point. As if Aonung could ever think of anyone but his lover. Aonung waited for the other to finish before he grabbed his face for a long kiss, he held Neteyam in place for a moment before he slowly shifted to sit down on the sand, pulling Neteyam to straddle his legs and sit on his thighs mid-kiss.

Neteyam easily allowed himself to be moved without them ever pulling away, Aonung swore that Neteyam was getting better with holding his breath. It was Aonung who had pulled away first, reluctantly albeit.

“I love you.. But don’t think you have beaten me because you have courted me first..” Aonung spoke against Neteyam’s lips, planting another heated kiss on his lips while his hand reached for his box that he had planned on giving Neteyam in the beginning.

Neteyam’s arms were around his neck, hands in his bun, Neteyam had grown more bold whenever their lips locked. Aonung could feel the heat building in their touch. Neteyam was distracted by his kiss, Aonung used this to his advantage to slip on the waist beads he had created for his lover. Neteyam hardly felt them being put on.

Neteyam pulled away from the kiss breathlessly, it was only after he relaxed his posture did he recognize the foreign object, his eyes trailed down towards his waist that was now adorned with some of the prettiest pearls he had ever seen. Neteyam trailed his hand lightly over every piece, the pearls and sea glass followed a pattern of white, yellow, white, blue and so on. Neteyam looked quite pleased with his gift, in the middle lay a sharp tooth of what Neteyam could only assume belonged to an Akula.

“You.. When did you have the time?” Neteyam’s eyes were large and full of wonder as they locked with Aonung’s light blue. Aonung felt proud receiving this reaction, it was worth the wait, “The day after your birthday, we went hunting for the materials, you deserve nothing but the finest.” Aonung had imagined what Neteyam would look like wearing this countless times, but this was much better.

While it hugged Neteyam’s waist perfectly, it also showed anyone looking that he was taken.

“And to make it?” Neteyam seemed in disbelief, Aonung was sure he was just shocked that Aonung had put so much work into it. “Every night. It was nice because we would hang out beforehand so I always felt motivated after we spent time together to complete it.” Aonung would be lying if he didn’t say he felt smug seeing how flustered Neteyam had gotten.

“I never said I was done, Neteyam.”

Neteyam was still mesmerized by the extravagant piece resting on his waist, “My love- this is enough really, it more than enough,” Neteyam was too flustered to accept anything else from Aonung.

“It would be rude of you to not accept, are my gifts not good enough for you?” Aonung practically purred teasingly in Neteyam’s ear, “N-No, it's not that, It’s just this gift is enough as a courting gift-” Neteyam hadn’t stumbled on his words since Aonung had started praising him.

“It’s not a courting gift though, it is a birthday gift, my love.”

Before Neteyam could oppose, Aonung placed a hand over his mouth and forced it shut while he slipped on a headpiece that had been modeled after Neteyam’s visor, it was much more extravagant than even the waist beads that had been created for him. The piece was clearly for decoration or to show off, the complex design of it showed Neteyam he had taken his time with it.

“Obviously, I know you are a warrior first and foremost, I do not wish for you to think I am undermining this, however I wanted to create something as beautiful as you. I know you cannot wear it for hunting or your chores, but for celebrations or when we marry.” Aonung expressed, his hand tracing over the headpiece that had framed Neteyam’s face, it was delicate just like Neteyam could be whenever they were alone.

It took Neteyam’s breath away to be adorned by pearls and jewels by his lover, he couldn’t see himself but he knew he Aonung must have loved everything he saw. Aonung treated him like he was a strong warrior yet Neteyam knew he could be fragile with him.

“You are worth the whole world, I will make sure you only ever have the best, I vow that to you.” Aonung continued.

“Aonung…” Neteyam started to speak, tears threatening to escape but he blinked them away and took a deep breath, ‘Thank you.. These gifts are lovely, I will treasure them forever. When we mate before Eywa, I will make sure to wear this.” Neteyam promised with a flushed look at the thought of them getting to that actual point.

“Soon, my heart,” Aonung caressed Neteyam’s cheeks, his touches light and gentle as they shared a moment more intimate than sex. The air surrounding them was full of love, passion and vulnerabilities.

Aonung knew he hadn’t always been the best mate, nor was he perfect, but Neteyam made him feel damn near perfect. Aonung could do anything he wanted as long as Neteyam was in his corner.

Aonung admired everything about his lover; the way his braids seemed to bounce everytime he stepped or laughed loudly; the way his thin baby tail seemed to wag excitedly and wrap around his own whenever he complimented his lover. And, he couldn’t forget about how Neteyam’s strong thighs seemed to lock Aonung in every time.

“Nung.. You are staring so hard..” Neteyam’s words snapped Aonung out of the trance he had been in, he had been staring hard at him, “I just love everything about you..” Aonung confessed.

Aonung really was in love, possibly even obsessed with his lover, so he pulled him in for another kiss. His hands gripped Neteyam’s thighs and pulled them around him as they sat on the sand. There was no care now about getting caught, the world would know by sunrise.

Neteyam’s hands traced over Aonung’s arms, squeezing the muscles firmly, as if he was trying to remember each curve. His hands rubbed at his shoulders and traveled to his chest, just exploring all the places he had been too shy to explore during the day or continuing where they seemed to always get interrupted.

Aonung used the hands traveling his body as an invitation for him to return the favor, his hands slid further up from Neteyam’s thighs towards his butt, gripping it softly admiring how it filled his hands nicely. Aonung couldn’t help but notice how Neteyam arched into the squeeze, he noted it mentally as he dragged his hands up his back in a teasing motion that left goosebumps on Neteyam’s skin. Despite their lips being interlocked he could hear a small moan escape Neteyam’s lips, it was practically engulfed in the kiss though.

“I love you..” Neteyam whispered against Aonung’s lips once they pulled away for air. It was intoxicating, they couldn’t get enough of one another, their touches were soft and sensual yet each one left them yearning for more. Aonung’s hands gently grabbed onto Neteyam’s waist as his lips moved down to plant gentle kisses from his jaw down to his neck.

The kisses to his neck left Neteyam practically melting, his arms wrapped tightly around Aonung wanting to be as close as possible. “Ao-Aonung..” Neteyam was left whispering his name, not knowing if he wanted more or just wanted to Aonung to hear how good he felt with each heated kiss pressed to his neck. Aonung couldn’t help but smirk as Neteyam’s thighs tightened around him, their hips pressed together causing only the sweetest friction between them.

Aonung bit gently into his lover’s skin, sucking on the flesh and only pulling away when there was a small hickey left over. Neteyam had tensed as his teeth sunk into him, Aonung could only imagine Neteyam was struggling to hold back the prettiest moans of pleasure.

“You are so perfect… I am so lucky..” Aonung whispered just for Neteyam, slowly moving to lay Neteyam back gently on the sand, Neteyam moved easily with him, resting his back on the sand as Aonung hovered over him. Aonung’s build practically surrounded Neteyam, his curls tickled the crook of Neteyam’s neck as he continued to pepper his neck with soft loving kisses. Neteyam’s hands dragging down his back gently scratching. Neteyam didn’t know where this was leading, but he didn’t want it to stop any time soon.

Aonung pulled away from his neck to admire his lover sprawled out underneath him, his freckles glowing underneath the moonlight, Neteyam beaming up at him with the happiest smile as he pulled him for a slow and sensual kiss. Their hips brushing against one another, sending a pleasurable thrill through their bodies as they clung to one-another. Aonung couldn’t help but release a low groan against his forest boy’s lips.

If Aonung had it his way, he would have taken Neteyam right now. But he didn’t want to ruin everything they had worked so hard for, so with great restraint he pulled away.

Neteyam made a sound of disapproval, it was almost like a whine or a quiet protest, as Aonung had started to pull away. Aonung pressed a kiss to his forehead, “We have the rest of our lives.” Aonung gently reminded his lover. It was difficult, it took great strength to pull himself from ravishing his lover on the beach, but he wanted their first time to be special.

Neteyam looked up at him with dazed golden orbs, his hand traveling down his arm and intertwining their fingers. “I know..Doesn’t change the fact that I want you now too.” Neteyam teased as he brought Aonung’s hand to his mouth and pressed soft kisses to each of his fingers.

It drove Aonung insane, Neteyam knew what he was doing, Aonung had to practically lift him off the sand.

It was time to return home.

- - - -

Aonung’s Iknimaya came shortly after that evening on the beach, once he returned from the trials with his spirit brother he would be a man.

Aonung did not know when he would return, as there was no set date, but he prepared himself mentally to be gone for quite some time.

The great thing was, the whole island knew Aonung and Neteyam had been promised to one-another, it pleased Aonung greatly to see Neteyam bustling around as usual with the beads bouncing around on his waist, he had heard people compliment his lover on it multiple times.

“I never realized how small your waist was- smaller than some women” Aonung would hear, he also heard, “Wow, Aonung is lucky, Neteyam is pretty, if he messes up I wonder if I’ll have a chance”.

They were right, Aonung was lucky.

However, every time he heard those comments or someone even admiring his future mate, he felt the need to just grab Neteyam by his pretty little waist and slam a hard kiss on his lips.

Aonung had only done that once though, it was on his last day before he left for his Iknimaya. A large group of those who were leaving to become men, had gathered together for a last hurrah. There was dancing and food, it was truly a great event.

Neteyam had been talking with many Na’vi to find out what their trials had been like, or the placement of their first tattoo, Neteyam was just trying to find as much information to know what to expect in the future for Aonung.

Aonung knew this, he had no doubt in his mind that everything Neteyam did revolved around him in one way or another, in the best way of course.

“You know it’s not uncommon for some to come back bound and mated, don’t worry Neteyam. If Aonung doesn’t make it back, or if he chooses someone else, I’ll take one for the team so you don’t have to be alone.”

It was supposed to be a joke apparently but it didn’t go down well with Aonung. Neteyam looked visibly uncomfortable by the joke too.

Aonung reacted out of pure jealousy and frustration, sliding behind Neteyam, an arm wrapped around his waist and his hand guiding Neteyam’s face up towards him to plant a firm kiss on his lips. Neteyam had easily complied to the kiss, eyes falling shut as Aonung claimed him as his own in front of the pool of potential bachelors. Aonung’s eyes didn’t shut though, they locked directly on the bearer of the bad joke.

“Don’t worry, Neteyam is good. He needs no other mate. None of you could handle him anyways.” Aonung smirked as he pulled away, it left Neteyam flustered as Aonung led him away from the celebration. “You are.. So jealous..” Neteyam spoke in a hushed tone to his lover, lightly slapping his arm but not really having any complaints.

The night ended, with a kiss goodbye, the couple not knowing an exact day of when they’d see each other again, only that they would see each other once again.

- -

It had been a good month and half before the couple was reunited.

While he had been gone, his parents and Neteyam had moved his stuff to his own place, he had a Marui of his own.

Aonung had returned; he had many stories to tell, a new gift from Eywa (his first tattoo), and a collected seashell from every day that he had been separated from his lover.

The day of his return there was loud whooping and hollering, many people were proud of him, he was the center of attention for the whole day. It was truly a gift and a curse. The gift made him feel important and accomplished, he was a man now, a warrior, someone worthy of his partner who had been considered a man far younger than him.

The curse was, he barely got to even hug his lover, Neteyam looked at him with so much want and yearning but everyone had crowded him wanting to hear his stories and how his spirit brother was doing. It was a lot, and by the end of the evening, he had been absolutely exhausted with a social meter completely drained. He was so tired he instinctively walked into his old home, only realizing that all of his stuff had been moved.

A huff of frustration as he had to walk to the furthest end of the island to get settled into this new foreign home. He looked around and couldn’t help but smile a bit, he could tell Neteyam had been there. There were subtle signs all around, from a little plate with some of the beads from his braids to the plants that had decorated the space. Only Neteyam would elect to take care of plants by the reef. Aonung was sure it was a reminder of the forest.

“You have arrived, I have missed you.” Neteyam called from outside of his new home, Aonung albeit exhausted, practically yanked Neteyam inside and to lay down with him, his arms wrapped tight around his lover. Ignoring the sting from the fresh tattoo burning on his arm.

“Neteyam.. I missed you too, today was so long, I’m sorry we didn’t get to spend much time together..” Aonung closed his eyes, the wave exhaustion rolling over but feeling warm and comfortable once again, “We have the rest of our lives.” Neteyam teased bringing up their last steamy scene.

“I’ll leave you to rest, my love..” Neteyam moved to get up but Aonung did not budge, pulling him right back down and hugging him from behind as he kept him close. “You are not leaving tonight, you and I have a lot of catching up to do.” Aonung refused to let Neteyam go.

It was nice to have their own spot, Aonung could only think that this would be their home. They had fallen asleep together, it was surreal to be able to sleep with his lover. Aonung swore when he woke up he would get to admire his beautiful face.

Except when he woke up, he had woken up to Lo’ak staring above him, glaring down on him. For a brief moment he had thought it was Neteyam, but Neteyam was in his arms. “What the fuck?” Aonung jolted, Neteyam instantly jumped up with him.

“So you think you can come back here a man, molest my brother and hold him captive here in your home. I came here to remind you that I am always watching you! You hurt my brother, I will break your neck.” Lo’ak warned.

“Enough Lo’ak, I can handle myself. But you’re pretty relentless for someone who has bonded before Eywa with Aonung’s sister.” Neteyam teased, it was clear Aonung had no idea yet.

Aonung shot out of bed and Lo’ak ran as fast as he could away from him.

It left Neteyam alone in what would soon be their new home..

#aonung x neteyam #aonunete #neteyam x aonung #aonung #avatar #like two chapters left #we love a happy ending #will probably have them mate before ewya in the final chapter #just a heads up that one will probably be rated M #lmk what you think

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lloyd-007 · 10 months

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Nah screw it, ima make Jakes and Neytiris reaction to Spiders ‘death’. But to make it more angst I’m gonna change the Navis blood to a more dark blue colour. Why? To make ur seem to Jake and Neytiri that Spider’s really dead.

#007 talks #miles spider socorro #the sully family #Ewya: goddam it do I really need to teach these grow ass adults a lesson?! 🤦‍♀️

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moon-drunk-monster · 1 year

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Lyle the forest is full of free friends

#ewya is winning him over #miles quaritch #my art #avatar #avatar the way of water

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yesimilkdamilkman · 27 days

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Me staring at THAT neteyam acc, callig me cute idk what to say

#𝐓𝐡𖹭𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𖹭 #im stll not tagging him #i cant #its been ike 20 mins #ewya give me strength

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pixiethoughtsfairyfeelings · 1 year

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It's just so so so mean when you get told not to do something and then they try to force you to do the thing they specifically told you not to do

#babygirl #text #posted form drafts #aka started a post nd gave up #n ewyas #this is true #LIKE YOU WANNA TELL ME NOT TO COME #ND THEN TOUCH ME LIKE THAT???#RUDE

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im-okay-mj · 1 year

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Jake, From State Farm

#jake sully #jake from state farm #could this be considered a crossover #should I put a nametag on him #idk idc #the spirit is there #Not Eywa #definitely not Ewya #she’d probably cry looking at this #I’m sorry spirit mommy #LMFAO #james cameron avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar way of water #i forgot i was gonna post this earlier

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moreeverydaythings · 2 years

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Day 1477 - the Vale of Ewyas (in Welsh: Dyffryn Ewias) - a secluded and little travelled valley in the Black Mountains

#Vale of Ewyas #valley #vale #Dyffryn Ewias #Black Mountains #landscape #hills #mountains #hike #hiking #walk #walking #Offa's Dyke #Monmouthshire #Wales #Cymru #uk #1477

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nanamimizz · 1 year

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jake looks so handsome in his olo’eyktan garments oh i feel so unwell

#lamb.talks #in atwow when its they kids first communion with ewya is what im taking about OOF #i feel like ive been punched in the stomach WOW

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songofsunset · 2 years

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when next I have a spare minute I need to dig up my papyrus and make moon knight fanart

#why did I read that book now my brain is in full MOON KNIGHT mode lmao #and yet STILL SOMEHOW on an avatar kick #these are NOT compatible genres lmao I cannot possibly cross these over #wait fuck the main character is named jake and was in the marines and had a twin brother die wait actually i could do something with this #I DO NOT WANT TO BUT LIKE #THE POTENTIAL IS THERE #khonshu vs ewya fight fight fight (im betting on ewya but on the OTHER hand pandora is literally a moon so khonshu might have jurisdiction)#someone please send help I do NOT need to write this crossover (but oh no literally no one else would lmao)#lori chat #i almost need an intervention but also I want to read whatever unhinged fic this would be

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fleurriee · 11 months

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— the one ; neteyam sully

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!reader

synopsis ; neteyam was beginning to court you, much to your elation. each time he showed you how much you meant to him, you only fell more in love with him.

word count ; 10.3k (we don’t talk about it)

themes ; fluff, soon-to-be mates

warnings ; tooth-rotting fluff, vv brief mentions of worrying over someone’s well-being, uses of y/n.

author’s note ; i can’t tell if this got slightly worse as it neared the end but we’re just gonna leave it bc i do like it. i mean, who doesn’t like the idea of neteyam courting them??? also, this is my longest fic yet & it wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near this long but i just got carried away bc i love neteyam so much. sue me.

main masterlist request a fic!

For a short while now, yourself and Neteyam were in the courting process of your relationship.

It wasn’t too long ago when the male Na’vi asked your permission to do so, along with your parents’, and the thought always caused butterflies to roam in your stomach, no matter how much time passed in between. Neteyam was the perfect Na’vi - a mighty warrior, a caring gentleman, someone who knew how to properly lead, something that would one day aid him when he took over as Olo’eyktan.

So, in short, you simply couldn’t believe your luck when he asked you.

You could argue that you saw it coming with the way he always sought you out in a crowd, the gentle smiles he sent in your direction, but you’d be lying to yourself. Having Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan choose you to be his mate was something you never would have imagined possible in your wildest dreams. Of course, it was something you did imagine - you were pretty sure every other Na’vi your age did, too - but to have it play out in front of your very eyes was a whole different experience.

His family were welcoming, too, letting you safe in their warm embrace and treating you like one of their own - because you would be, someday soon. Neteyam’s family and your own got on well which was a huge relief to the both of you, making his progress just slightly easier.

His aforementioned progress in courting you was something that caused a blush to rise on your cheeks, filling you to the brim with elation. Each time you saw him, you were sure you were close to combusting; each time he spoke, you were sure your heart was close to melting. Everything about Neteyam was godly, otherworldly... how in Ewya had you managed to get him to choose you as a mate?

You were forced out of your jumbled, overthinking thoughts when Tuk let out a loud gasp. The young girl was situated in front of you, comfortably placed on top of your crossed legs, twiddling away at the carved wooden toys her eldest brother had gifted her a while ago. She had come to you earlier, asking you to braid her hair with some of the beads she had recently collected with her sister, Kiri. Of course, you couldn’t say no to her - you were sure Tuk could ask anything of you, no matter the circumstance, and you’d still say yes. It was those big eyes looking up at you, all pure and innocent of the dangers surrounding them with the war brewing nearby. You’d do anything to shield her away from that.

When Tuk gasped, for a split second, you thought you’d hurt her. Your eyes were frantic as you looked over her figure, but then another sound pierced through the atmosphere - a horn. Following Tuk’s line of sight, that’s when you spotted the group of ikran’s beginning to descend back into camp, chants from the warriors filling the air with their victory.

That meant Neteyam was back, too.

Lightly brushing back Tuk’s hair, the braids practically finished, you patted her back to ensure her she was okay to run over to her returning family. She doesn’t even pay you any mind and you laugh at her reaction, watching as she screams out in exclamation, her feet rushing over to where you watch her parents descend.

Standing up from the ground, you jump down from where you were seated, landing softly and jogging over, following after Tuk. The idea of seeing Neteyam again - even though it hadn’t been that long since you last saw one another - had you full to the brim with excitement. He was your future mate - it was practically your job to feel like this at the prospect of seeing him, even if you had only been away for a short period of time.

But, when your eyes finally land on who you were looking for, the smile drops from your face and replaces itself with worried features. Just a couple of steps away, you watch as Jake stands in front of his two sons, his back clearly showing off his agitation. You don’t hear what they’re saying, but you can tell it’s nothing good - both Neteyam and Lo’ak have their heads hung low, ashamed at the obvious lecture they were receiving from their father.

At the sight, you can’t help the way your heart aches for the two boys. Since Neteyam had started to court you, you had spent a lot of time with his family, meaning you got to know each of them pretty well, including Lo’ak. You got on with him great, despite your stark differences in personality, but you could tell everything he did was just to live up to the shadow of both his father and older brother. He just wanted to be like them.

And, Neteyam - he was always the protector, whether it was for his parents, his siblings, for you. If Lo’ak had done something reckless and dangerous, you knew Neteyam wouldn’t have been too far behind him, watching his every move and ensuring his younger brother’s safety. It was both a strength and a weakness of his.

Your eyes scrape over your future mate, checking every inch of his body until you spot a cut at his side that he’s trying to hide from everyone else’s view. It’s clear no one else has spotted it, or else you were sure they would’ve sent him straight to a healer to get it treated. Thankfully, the wound didn’t look too bad, but you could tell it was hurting him - from the signs of him fidgeting from foot to foot, keeping his hand pressed firmly against his side in a weak attempt to dull the pain, his eyes frantically searching about the place to find an opening of escape.

You know him too well.

That’s when your eyes meet, and if it wasn’t for the worry currently eating away at your very being, it would’ve felt as though the whole of Pandora stopped around you, just the two of you in a world of your own. That’s how it always felt around Neteyam, and knowing you had more of this to look forward to for the rest of your lives was enchanting.

In a bid to reassure your future mate, you send him over a soft smile, one full of care and admittance. A small nod of your head accompanied it, too, ensuring him that you would be there for him when he was finished with his father. You understand the weight bearing down upon his shoulders after the several times he would open himself up to you, and you’d be damned if you let him drown. No matter the circumstance, no matter the cost, you’d make it your life’s mission to pull him out when he started to struggle.

A tense smile in return is your only response, another subtle nod of his head with it, too, but you can see the way his body moves stiffly, as if afraid of more reprimand, as if hurting. His eyes held all the love and adoration he had for you like they always did, and seeing such a sight made you feel a little calmer about the situation.

Neither yourself nor Neteyam were conspicuous in your looks towards one another, it seemed, for Jake immediately noticed the way his eldest son’s attention was snagged somewhere else. He watched as Neteyam’s ears twitched a little, tail perking up from its once ashamed downturn, a smidge of light coming back to his eyes. It was obvious what the cause of such a demeanour was, and when he turned his head to look behind himself and found you, standing your weight from one foot to the another, fingers mindlessly playing together in a bid to calm your nerves and tail swishing in anticipation, he was proved correct.

He sighed deeply, turning back around and talking to Neteyam, words being shared that you couldn’t hear, but as he gestured over to you, you stood straighter as you realised he was dismissing his son. The young Na’vi in question doesn’t move quickly, something you can decipher from his wounded side he continued to clutch away from any possible prying eyes, but he does move eagerly, wanting to get over to you as soon as he can.

Not even ten steps between the two of you, and your feet are moving of their own accord, hurrying closer to his figure. You reach your arms out to him, hands grasping against his arms with care to help steer him in the direction of a healing tent. Your eyes wonder seamlessly back down to his wound, looking over every inch of it to ensure it’s not entirely life-threatening. In conclusion that it isn’t, a small breath of relief escapes your lips, shaking your head - still, it looks painful.

Looking back up at him, your eyes filter from one of his to the other in a bid to garner his full attention whilst the two of you continue walking. “Are you okay?” you question, your voice coming out breathy.

“It is fine.” His words are short and sharp, and if it wasn’t for the piercing wound aching at his side, you’d assume he was mad at you. But, that obviously wasn’t the case - Neteyam rarely got angry, and if he did, he swore it’d never be at you.

You scoff before you can decipher your own response, eyes trailing back down. “It doesn’t look fine.” When he doesn’t say anything in return, you look back up at him, finding his gaze already trained on you, a small, graceful smile painting at his lips. It makes your heart flutter, knowing that such a rare beauty is entirely for you. Trying to bite back the reciprocating smile desperate to show itself, you shake your head at your future mate and his antics, wanting to stay annoyed at him for once again throwing himself in harm’s way for the sake of others. But, when he looks at you like that, you find it difficult to do anything.

The healing tent you had intended to take him into finally appeared in front of you, sounds of chatter and winces coming through to your ears from inside. You weren’t a fan of such places due to the pain and misery it brought the people of your clan, but as the mate of the future Olo’eyktan, you knew you’d eventually have to suck it up and put on a brave face for those around you. You’d be spending more time in there than you’d like to admit.

Bringing your arm up and leaving the other one clasped tightly around Neteyam’s bicep, you go move the tent flap away, but another beats you to it. Despite the obvious pain he’s in, Neteyam reaches out, opening the entrance up for you and gestures you in. You stop in your tracks, looking over at him pointedly, but he doesn’t acknowledge the way your eyes reprimand him - even when in agony, he’s still adamant to be a good future mate in courtship.

You sigh, almost a little agitated that he still felt the need to prove himself to you, even when your heart beats rapidly in your chest at such a domestic gesture, the determination of Neteyam Sully peaking through his pained actions. As you step inside, you feel him grab a hold of your hand from behind you, his warm and callous skin juxtaposing against one another, but have you shivering in affection all the same. He allows you to guide him through the tent, weaving around those moving hurriedly to others sitting and waiting for their treatment, before you finally find a somewhat-secluded area towards the back.

With his hand still firmly in your grip, you turn to him, moving your other one around his bicep again and begin helping the both of you steadily to the ground, each of you guiding the other with delicacy. You didn’t want Neteyam to be in more pain than he already was, and Neteyam always treated you like you were fragile glass - something that didn’t bother you, although you have had others say it would bother them, but you paid no mind to them.

Once the two of you were as comfortable as you could be in a tent crowded with other injured people, sat cross-legged and facing one another, you gently pried his hand that had continued to cover the wound in his side. You were slow with your movements, sending him a look of reassurance that you would be tender. He winced slightly when the cool breeze smacked so suddenly against the now-rough skin, his head hanging low and shaking from side to side to tell himself that the pain was nothing. Neteyam never did like to come across as weak - especially in front of you.

You can’t help the way your eyes narrow up at him, a frown on your lips. “I wish you were more careful...” your voice is barely a whisper, not wanting anyone else to hear in on your conversation. With thoughtful touches, you begin to clean away at the wound, wanting to make sure the blood is washed away and nothing made its way in that could make it worse.

“I am always careful.” There’s another wince, another strain when he speaks, the sensation of your fingers against his skin both sending delightful shivers down his spine and causing his tail to stand on end from the pain.

Stopping in your movement, you sit up in front of him, watching as he slowly lifts his head once he realises you’ve paused. “This,” you say, pointing directly to his wound, “says otherwise.”

Neteyam doesn’t say anything as you immediately go back to your previous work of cleaning him, knowing that whatever he says will only be argued with a firm answer you no doubt have ready to fire at him. He understands you, though, because if the situation was switched and you were in his position, he knows his head wouldn’t be in the right frame of mind, either. Neteyam would be imagining different scenarios where you’d ended up worse, more injured, or even... If he didn’t like to think about it, he couldn’t imagine the feeling of going through it, and you did, every time he went out with the war party. You didn’t know what condition he was going to be coming back to you in... you didn’t know if he was going to be coming back.

Neteyam understood.

So, rather than biting back, the Na’vi instead smiled down at your working figure, pure love shining bright in his eyes as he watched your concentration prevail through your hurried movements, your gentle fingers, your narrowed eyes. Everything about you was so beautiful to Neteyam, even when you were surrounded in a crowded room by others who didn’t deserve to witness such a sight. He couldn’t believe his luck of getting to call you his own.

While you work, moving one of your hands back in the direction of his wound, you feel it get snatched away. You look up at Neteyam, about to tell him off for not letting you work, when you watch him place a firm, tender kiss against your knuckles, his eyes never once leaving your own.

You can feel yourself blush profusely at his actions, tilting your head to the side subconsciously as he only smirks at your reaction - he always knew the best ways to get you right in the palm of his hands. Instead of previously wanting to reprimand him, your words are but a murmur when you speak, eyes continuously flickering from his eyes to somewhere behind him in order to distract yourself. “I’m trying to concentrate, ‘teyam.”

His heart is full, ready to burst, when he hears your nickname for him, something he loves from only a select few people, with you being right at the top. Keeping your hand in his own, his thumb beginning to run smoothly where he kissed you against your knuckles, he chuckles at your attempt to stay focused. “I know,” he nods lightly, eyes bright and fangs pointed in bliss. “That’s why I kissed you - you look adorable when you concentrate.”

As soon as the words left his lips, your head sharply snapped back over to him, irises blown wide, ears high upon your head and tail curling in on itself from the compliment. No matter how many times he’d talk to you in such a way, or did certain things that made you feel all mushy inside, it’d always gain the same reaction from you. And, he loved it.

You plaster on a playfully annoyed expression, trying to fight the smile dancing at your lips. Chuckling, you shake your head. “Do you want me to help you, or not?”

He laughs, breathless, tongue flicking out and running along his fangs as his eyes make a point of looking over every inch of your figure. It makes you cower in on yourself, and this time, you allow your lips to curve at the edges. Neteyam doesn’t say anything in return, just shrugs mindlessly like he hadn’t been internally torturing you beforehand, letting you get back on with healing your future mate.

Not once does he move his gaze away from such a beautiful sight.

Your hands moved in a hurried motion, eagerness and anticipation beginning to eat away at you. You moved from one side of your tent to the other, the empty space allowing you to rush around without having to worry about bumping into or getting on your parent’s nerves. The both of them would be out all day - your mother spending the day with the younger Na’vi in your clan, and your father helping out with training the soon-to-be warriors.

With the day ahead seeming so empty, you had decided to take it upon yourself to go out into the vast forests of Pandora and collect some fruit for your family. Foraging was something you always enjoyed, ever since your mother took you out for the first time. There was something about just carelessly exploring the lush greenery whilst stumbling upon something new - it brought you happiness and peacefulness.

Of course, you couldn’t go out there unprotected, making sure to stop by your mat where you kept your bow and arrows and tying them around yourself. Going out into the forest alone wasn’t uncommon, but it was something the clan didn’t like to do often. However, you did - just for the tranquillity of being alone for a little while when you were constantly surrounded by the hustle and bustle of so many people at once. You knew there was always going to be a chance of you running into something dangerous whilst you were out there, so, to calm the nerves of your friends and family after finding out about your little lonesome adventures, you assured them you’d always take a weapon with you.

Sighing, you stood tall, looking around your tent then to your body, making sure you were definitely prepared before setting off for the day. You looped your mother’s empty basket through one arm, hoping to be full to the brim with an array of fruits by the time you returned in a few hours, your bow was tucked over your neck and hanging against your shoulders, and your arrows were placed firmly upon your back, ready for their use. You just hoped you wouldn’t have to resort to using them.

With a nod of your head, you turn around, beginning to walk out the entrance of your tent. You kept your eyes trained to the floor, hanging your head low so as not to bump it against anything and have an embarrassing story to talk about later on, when you ended up bumping your entire body into something anyway.

You gasped in surprise at the sudden sensation, the solid material in front of you hitting against you fairly harshly. Stumbling on your feet, you were sure you would’ve fallen down like a sack, but your saving grace came in the form of two hands, gentle yet rough in texture, catching onto your upper arms, wrapping their fingers against your biceps.

Looking up, you spotted Neteyam. The morning sun hit against his back, painting him in an ethereal glow, and you swore you had never seen anything so glorious in all your life on Pandora. He had a cheeky smile on his lips, eyes roving over your features, his hands still holding tightly onto you - he knew you were steady on your feet now, but he simply didn’t want to let you go.

When you made eye contact with Neteyam, you were so entranced, you couldn’t look away. The way his eyes caught against the light began to suck you in until you were his entirely, no one and nothing else mattered in the world because Neteyam was right here, looking at you. The close proximity between the two of you made the heat rise against your cheeks, painting you in a darker blue, but your eyes never strayed from his. How could you, when he looked like this? You could feel his breath fan against your face, the feeling sending shivers to your skin.

“Hi,” he said, voice low and teasing, that stupid smile never once leaving his lips as he looked down at you like you were some sort of prey and he the predator.

“Hi,” you whispered, voice sultry and soft, struggling to find the correct words to say to him due to your stuttering heart and how close you were, feeling every slight move he made against your own body. “What are you doing here?” You were happy to see him, but confused by his presence - you knew he had training with his father early that morning (part of the reason why you decided to go out), and if he was here with you now, you were sure he was going to end up being late, something Neteyam did once in a blue moon.

He shrugged carelessly, like he didn’t have a care in the world. “I wanted to say good morning.”

You look up at him expectantly, waiting, but when he only continued to look at you adoringly, you narrow your eyes in confusion. “Are you going to say it...?” Your words are still a whisper, but this time, there’s a teasing lilt to them as you watch his smile grow wider when he realises his mistake.

Neteyam began to laugh at your sudden cheekiness, something you didn’t do often but he absolutely cherished, silently wishing to himself that you did it more. Maybe he’d just have to do things like this a little more. “Good morning, yawne (beloved).” As he spoke, he leant down towards you, giving your cheek a feather-light kiss, you had to run the sensation over in your mind again. When he pulled back, you couldn’t hold his eye contact, too flustered to look up at him, knowing that if you did, your cheeks would only continue to darken from their original colour. Neteyam found it endearing, smile so bright his fangs were pointing out, before eventually spotting your attire. “Going hunting?”

“Foraging,” you corrected him, lifting the basket higher on your arms to accentuate your point. Your heart finally finds the confidence to look up into his intense gaze, swelling with both care and devotion. “I need to get some more fruits.”

At your admittance, Neteyam’s entire demeanour lights up at an opportunity beginning to present itself right in front of his very eyes - his ears stand high upon his head, eyes shining and tail elevated, anticipation peeking through his system. “I can get them for you if you want.”

You swoon at his eagerness to help you, the domestic part of Neteyam showing itself off to you. If it were any other time, you would’ve gladly took him up on the offer, loving the idea of spending more time with him despite truly believing your heart would explode if he continued to look at you like you were Ewya herself. But, you knew Neteyam was important to your clan, even before he was to become Olo’eyktan - you couldn’t keep him from his duties, from his purpose.

(Neteyam would strongly argue that you were his purpose.)

“‘Teyam,” you start gently, hate having to turn him down when his features slowly start to fall. A sympathetic smile lingers against your lips, head tilted to the side but your eyes spoke more than your words could convey. “You have training with your father...” you find your eyes trailing your surroundings at your reminder, instantly spotting Jake in the near distance behind your future mate. He stands tall, proud, but you can tell he’s only moments away from calling his son out as he eyes him up, impatient. “...who is right over there and definitely does not want you to be late.”

In an instant, Neteyam’s head shoots around to follow your gaze, a grumble slipping past his parted lips when he spots his father. Like a child, he hangs his head low in defeat, allowing it to fall against your shoulder when he turns back around. He lets his weight bear down on you teasingly, chuckling through his chest at your struggled attempts to stay steady on your feet.

You pat his chest in mock sympathy, giggling to yourself as he only continues to be his dramatic self, head nestling closer into the space between your shoulder and neck. But, when he begins to press kisses against your skin, you tense up, feeling your spine straighten out and eyes look around for anyone watching.

His father continues to glower at his eldest son, hands on his hips and shaking his head, obviously disgruntled. “Neteyam,” you warn, patting his chest again, a little harsher this time, more so in warning. Neteyam doesn’t seem to care, however, only continuing on his journey as he travels his lips from your shoulder to the crevasse of your neck. “’Teyam, your father-”

“Neteyam!” Jake’s voice is loud and clear, piercing through the clan until it makes its way to the two of you. In an instant, Neteyam jumps up and detaches himself from your shoulder. You look over his broad shoulder, seeing his father beginning to storm his way over. A harsh, fast-paced kiss is placed roughly against the side of your face, before you watch Neteyam run sheepishly over to his father, not wanting him to make a big scene. When your future mate arrives at his father’s side, the older Na’vi grabs his son against the back of the neck, forcefully pulling him further away from you before the guides of Ewya could will him back to you.

You can’t help but chuckle at their antics - the more time you spent with the Sully family, the more excited you felt at the prospect of finally being a part of them. Of course, they’d argue that you were already an honorary Sully, just from being betrothed to one of them, but you knew it’d be entirely different when you finally mated with Neteyam.

Shaking your head, you noticed a few stares sent your way from the scene Neteyam had previously created before leaving you to deal with it. The only response you could give them without wanting the ground to swallow you whole was a sheepish smile, before securing your basket tight against your chest and running off into the forest.

The rest of the day went by quicker than you had imagined - you were simply so emerged in the beauty of the forest around you that time seemed infinite, like it was laying in the palm of your hands for you to do whatever you pleased with it. And, you did - you spent majority of your time marvelling at the pure life around you, the way everything seemed to pulse like it had its own heartbeat, and you liked to imagine that it did. After all, this was all apart of Ewya, too.

You had managed to collect a good amount of fruits, filling your basket almost to the top with a variety of tastes and colours to show off to your parents. Walking back into the clan, your chest swelled with pride at the few gratifying looks you were receiving from your collection, but you were also feeling proud of yourself for not having to use your weapon, either. Whether it was just your good intuition, or Ewya herself guiding you in a direction to ensure your safety, you steered clear of any potential threats that could’ve been lurking around the corner, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. Either way, you were grateful you never ran into anything.

Arguably, you were a good hunter, someone who could hold their own if they needed to, but you weren’t entirely confident in your skills enough to fight off something bigger than you if its intentions were to kill you. You’d never had to fight against such a creature, thanks to adventuring out with others that knew what they were doing, or going to specific places you knew would be okay for you. Plus, there was something about killing the creatures of Pandora that didn’t sit right with you - after all, they were also children of Ewya. Of course, you understood the clan had to eat in order to survive, and if you were being attacked, no Na’vi would judge another if they needed to defend themselves or their family. That’s why you were always the one to volunteer to collect the fruits out of your family, enjoying that particular experience more. It also helped that you received offer’s from Neteyam’s family - and Neteyam, especially - to share the meat they had hunted. You could turn down the meats his family offered you, arguing that it was for them, but you couldn’t disagree with Neteyam - what’s mine is yours.

Nodding to another Na’vi who had done the same to you in a small gesture of congratulations, your cheeks hurting from the prideful smile against your lips, you hadn’t spotted the figure rushing to jog over to your moving figure until they stop at your side. You already know it’s Neteyam - not from the sight of him, but from the presence of him. His scent infiltrates your scenes immediately and his aura oozes itself around you, enshrouding you in a protective layer.

How your knees haven’t buckled out from swooning will always be beyond you.

No words are able to leave your mouth before Neteyam takes the basket from your hands, relieving your lower back from the pressure it was previously feeling with the weight of the fruits. He holds it firmly in his grasp, matching your pace as he walks beside you, taking note of the amount you collected before his gaze lands on you. “How was it?”

You don’t bother arguing against his wishes of holding the basket for you, knowing it would only be a losing battle if you tried. Instead, you allowed your heart to flutter wildly in your chest as it begged for release, wanting to cover Neteyam in all the love it had to offer. Your head tilts in affection as your features coo. “It was good - I managed to get quite a bit.”

He hums in acknowledgement, eyes hurriedly scanning over your figure from top to bottom. His gaze makes you feel warm, but you know he’s checking you over for any potential injuries. “You didn’t run into any trouble?”

“Nope,” you state proudly, beaming like a child would with a new accomplishment. “I’m too good at sneaking.”

A laugh tumbles from his stomach at your answer, embellishing in the way you proudly stand and tell him of your day’s achievements. This is what he’s always wanted - the two of you, talking about your day and everything in between, before finally coming back together to rest for the night.

All he’s ever wanted was you.

With only one of his hands now holding onto your full basket, he brings his other up to grab hold of your arm, stopping you in your tracks. When you turn to face him, your smile slowly begins to fall from your lips at the seriousness in his gaze. Only when he cups your face in his larger palm do you soften, features lighting up once more. “You did well, my muntxa (mate).”

The nickname makes you bite your lips to stop you giving away your true feelings, but you know Neteyam, and you know he knows you inside and out, like you were his other half - because you were. Snuggling your face further into his palm, you stand higher on your toes, wanting to bring him closer despite the rapid beating of your heart. “Not yet...” you remind him.

He hums in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say anything more. Rather, he presses a light kiss against your forehead, his lips lingering there for a while longer, like he didn’t want to part from you in such an intimate way. As he stays there, his lips ghosting over your skin, he whispers an almost-inaudible soon. The implication makes you shudder in delight, feeling him separate away from you, now intertwining his hand in your own and gesturing his head for you to follow him.

Soon.

Tonight was a normal night within the clan, although it somehow seemed more alive.

Every night, the people of the Omatikaya would come together to celebrate the day’s achievements, even if nothing too celebratory had happened. It brought a semblance of togetherness that you couldn’t get anywhere else - one you wouldn’t trade for the world.

You could hear the hustle and bustle of many Na’vi even from the tent furthest away from the main area, your body filling with brimming excitement already at the prospect of everyone being there. You weren’t a huge fan of crowds, but growing older had taught you to appreciate such a feeling - these people were your family, after all, and with such an impending war knocking upon your doorstep too often than you were comfortable with, you learned to enjoy what you have already, before it was too late.

Training with the Tsahik had increased tenfold in the last couple of months - you were working from sunrise until sunset alongside Mo’at and Kiri, aiding them in their tasks and ensuring you were close to knowing everything off by heart. Eventually, you would be taking over, with Neteyam at your side as Olo’eyktan. It wasn’t long until the two of you would finally be mated before Ewya, and whilst it would still be a while until you stepped forward as leaders, there would always be more preparing to do. As a mated pair, the clan would slowly start looking to the two of you.

With such a pressure lingering upon your shoulders, you began to make your way through the main crowd, leaving behind your duties in their wake and allowing yourself a moment to breathe. There were Na’vi everywhere, no matter what direction your gaze trailed to; smiles adorning each face, tails high in elation and chatter loud in excitement. There was a large woven table to the side that held the hunting party’s food they had caught during that morning’s hunt, piles high of fruits and meats that had your stomach growling in anticipation. You hadn’t had time to eat much when training, your mind too focused on remembering every little detail shown before you.

But, you couldn’t help your own smile beginning to dawn upon your lips as you attempted to make your way past people at the sight of their happiness. For a moment, it almost felt like there wasn’t a raging war so close to home, ready to kill you all just to say they had won.

You shook your head at such a thought, willing it away from your head and forcing yourself to enjoy the moment before you. There were several people you accidentally bumped into on the way past, your mind foggy as it searched for someone, but no one was too bothered, too caught up in the blissful atmosphere lingering within the air.

Eyes trailing over every figure you came across, you struggled to spot a single Sully. You stepped higher onto the ends of your toes, head poking out over the tops of other’s heads in an attempt to locate them, but you kept coming up short. It was obvious they would be here, of course - they were the Sully family, the leaders of your clan, and if they didn’t make an appearance at just a regular gathering such at this one, you knew they’d be more panic around you.

Thankfully, before you could be swallowed by the crowd and lost to the world around you, a hand clasped itself securely within your own, fingers intertwining together. The feeling of his hand against yours caused your brain waves to kilter off edge, the rough but warm sensation of his palm meeting your own so similar to home.

When you look up at him, Neteyam’s happiness is evident upon his features, grin broad and so unbelievably handsome-looking. Before you can get too caught up in him, him, him, he nods his head in the direction behind him, where you guess his family had set themselves up. He doesn’t take his hand away from your own, keeping a strong grip against you to ensure he doesn’t lose you, leading you through the crowd until you come up to his family.

They’re all already seated comfortably together, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk already eating away to their heart’s desires whilst Jake prepares the food for himself and his mate. Upon seeing your breathless figure, they greet you with smiles and nods in your direction, never surprised to see you with Neteyam anymore as they used to be. The bond between the two of you was only growing stronger as the days tilted by, the time dwindling down before you were mated and you truly became a Sully. His family were your family.

Neteyam’s arm is almost forcefully ripped away from your own when a much smaller body crashes into you. Tuk, in all her pure and giddy glory, has her arms wrapped strongly around the tops of your legs, her height not allowing her to go any higher. Her chin rests against your legs, looking up at you with her deer-like eyes and the biggest smile you have ever seen. The sight has you melting.

“Hi, Tuk,” you greet her softly, bringing your hand up to gently caress the top of her head. She giggles at the sensation, lightly hopping up and down on her feet. Whilst you were definitely close with Neteyam’s family - more so Kiri, than anyone else, due to the amount of time you spend together - Tuk would always be your favourite. You looked to her like she was your little sister, and you hoped that one day she’d look at you like her older one. The idea of having someone as adorable as Tuk look up to you, feeling comfortable enough to come to you should she ever need to, was heart-warming.

“Tuk!” Neytiri called, her tone harsh but understanding as she beckoned her youngest child back over to her, watching her bound away from you and back into her mother’s arms.

You laugh quietly to yourself at the sight, finally making your way to the free seat next to Neteyam. When your comfortable enough, you go to reach over for the contents already splayed out before you, but a soft slap against the back of your hand has you recoiling away. Next to you, Neteyam reaches for everything you’d need, already beginning to do it for you.

He doesn’t look at you, although you know he can feel your gaze zoning in on his every movement - he’s too busy concentrating on making sure everything’s perfect for you, even if you are going to devour it just moments after receiving it. Your heart flutters like a swarming butterfly and you’re positive your cheeks are starting to redden as they blush. You don’t say anything to him, knowing it’s an argument you won’t be able to win - instead, you continue to watch with hearts evident within your eyes, a faint, loving smile present on your lips.

It’s then you remember you’re not completely alone, too caught up in Neteyam. When you look up at the family surrounding you, you instantly spot his parents’ gazes already trained on the two of you - Neytiri’s expression is fond, whilst Jake’s is most definitely teasing.

Whether he can begin to sense your slight unease at being caught, you’re not sure, but Jake decides to speak up, hands moving subconsciously as he now starts to prepare his own food after giving the finished one to his mate. “So, y/n,” he starts, “how is Tsahik training going?”

You briefly look back over to Neteyam next to you, biting back a smile as you allow him to continue his work - his eyes are narrowed in on making everything flawless, making sure it’s exactly how you’d like it. Turning back to Jake, you offer him a nod, breathing out. “It is good - there are a few things I’m still struggling with, but the Tsahik believes I just need to continue with my training before I am able to do it with my eyes closed.”

Shrugging at the end of your admittance, you let out a sheepish laugh, almost a little embarrassed. Tsahik training is hard - no one ever said it was going to be easy, especially when you would be guiding the clan spiritually through Ewya, helping them heal and celebrate important ceremonies. But, you know you don’t have anything to be embarrassed by for several reasons - Neytiri understands from her brief time of training alongside her mother before mating with Jake, but this is also Neteyam’s family, your family, who have never once stopped to judge you for a single thing. In fact, you’re sure they’ve only ever supported you through the things you do, because now you’re as much they’re daughter as Kiri and Tuk.

“You will be an amazing Tsahik, y/n.” Neytiri speaks up, clearly noticing your hidden embarrassment and wanting to ease your worries. Tuk is still in her lap, happily chomping away at her food as her mother braids her hair. Her smile is doting, motherly. “The clan already loves you.”

The compliment from your mother-in-law only causes more embarrassment to flood through you, feeling yourself slowly begin to curl in on yourself. The love you were receiving not only from the family, but also from the rest of the clan, helped ease your tensions, but you never really took to taking such praise well. You appreciated it like any other Na’vi did, but sometimes you struggled to show a natural reaction, becoming slightly uncomfortable. That was something you would have to work on - the Tsahik couldn’t be embarrassed.

Your tail had previously nestled itself against your side when Neytiri complimented you, shying away from the attention, but it began to perk up suddenly when Neteyam lay a kind hand against your shoulder. His thumb was absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles against your skin - you didn’t know whether it was in his natural persona to do so, subconscious taking over, or whether he took notice of your change in demeanour, but either way, it calmed you.

Looking at his other hand, you can see your prepared food, wrapped neatly together and gesturing for you to take it. With a grateful smile sent his way, you do so, speaking softly. “Thank you, ‘teyam.”

His grin is wide as he looks down at you. “You do not need to thank me, narlor (beautiful).” Heat passes over your cheeks when he calls you beautiful, the sincerity behind his eyes showing you how much he means it. You try your best to focus on your food when his attention doesn’t waver away from you, the warmth of his gaze piercing into your skin and making your entire being feel all tingly. Despite taking note of your attempt to shutter yourself away from him, taking a bite of the food and savouring every mouth-watering flavour it has to offer you, Neteyam is relentless - the same hand that was formerly rubbing against the top of your shoulder now snakes around the back of your neck, bringing you further into his side and pressing a tender kiss against the side of your temple. His lips linger hotly against your skin when he pulls away. “I would hunt down the most ravishing creatures and prepare the most delicious meals just for you, muntxate (wife).”

For a moment, you know nothing else but him - the way his eyes bore into yours completely, unseeing of anything else going on around you; the way his breaths steady with each one, like you bring a sense of calmness to his very being; the way his hand doesn’t move from its place against you, like doing so would cause him extreme pain. You’re sure you can feel your heart soar to the sky when he calls you his muntxate (wife), never wanting to hear him call you anything else ever again. You’ve been down the road before - Neteyam has been calling you his mate boldly as of late - but hearing him call you his wife, such domesticity has you feeling completely brand new, like you could conquer the world, face the most dangerous beast and win, just to come home and see him smiling at you like you hung the stars in the night sky.

You’re scared it’s obvious that your tears are beginning to show against the line of your eyes, a nervous but oh-so adoring chuckle escaping your parted lips. Neteyam brings you foreheads together, the heat of his skin sending waves of the temperature into your own, his hand still clasped firmly against the back of your neck, and you notice his eyes never once falter from their stare into your own. There’s so much love, so much devotion and worship in his gaze, you can’t believe for just one brief moment in your past, you had thought Neteyam wouldn’t want you to call his own. It’s clear to you now that he’s only ever saw you.

So suddenly you’re brought out of your reverie when you hear a gagging sound coming from the direction of your other side. Reluctantly pulling away from Neteyam, you spot Lo’ak pretending to throw up the contents of his meal, no doubt having seen the intimate moment between his older brother and yourself. In any other instance, the embarrassment would be clawing away at you - and, you won’t deny the little semblance of it still making its way to the forefront - but the endearment you held for Neteyam in that moment, when you truly saw how much you meant to one another, overrides anything else. You laugh at your younger brother figure, looking up at Neteyam with nothing but comfort and passion in your eyes, watching as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head at such dramatics. But, he doesn’t pull away - no, he keeps you closer.

Another sound is brought forward to your senses - this time it’s Neytiri, smacking the back of her youngest son’s head, her words a hushed scolding. You faintly hear her tell him that someday soon, that will be him and his own mate, but the voices drown out when your attention is pulled back to Neteyam. He’s not looking at you this time, rather he’s laughing at his brother’s grumbling of having to put up being like Neteyam, and as your eyes drown in everything he has to offer, you realise the whole world had started to disappear, until all you see is him.

After a long day spent with the younger Na’vi within your clan, you’re finally finding the time to slip away and relax. Your time had been filled up with helping teach the children different aspects that Pandora had to offer before they go their separate ways and start heavily training on what they wish to do in order to provide for the clan - whether that be foraging, hunting, healer, weaving... You and a few others had taken the children out into the forests, showing them the plants, the fauna, the creatures, the life that constantly emanated around them.

This was arguably one of your most favourite things to do - teaching the children the way of Ewya was such a beautiful experience when you got to witness their eyes light up in awe, fascination cleaving at each and every one of them, wanting to know more, to explore more. Spending time with them made your heart grow fonder, the images conjuring in your mind of the day that yourself and Neteyam get to do such things with your own children. You’re still unsure as to how many you’d like, but you know that Neteyam would be the best father, without a shadow of a doubt.

Such thoughts stay lingering within the corners of your mind, unrelenting in their leave and it has the corners of your lips turning up in a subtle smirk. The walk from the tent you had just visited after dropping off the last child wasn’t such a distance from your own, and you couldn’t stop the sigh of relief breathing through you when you spotted it. Already, you were picturing yourself laying down in the comfort of your mat, eyes closed as the worries slowly start to slip away, your dreamland beginning to take to the forefront of you mind.

Lately, your dreams had only been filled with Neteyam, and you wondered what else they’d have you thinking about that night. The time of your bonding with Neteyam was just around the corner now, on the precipice to being the next chapter in your life, and both nervousness and excitement filled your entire being. You wanted it to be special, you wanted to be everything Neteyam ever wanted in a mate, and that’s where your nerves started. But, the moment you thought of them, they were shut down by your excitement - you knew Neteyam, and with the way he had been treating you all this time was only further evidence to how much he cared about you. You truly didn’t have anything to worry about.

“Y/n!” Your name pierces through the clan, senses heightened when you recognise the voice, such a sound being the cause of your craned eyes and elevated tail, like they had a life of their own and were looking forward to seeing him, too. You stop in front of your tent, watching as Neteyam slowly jogs his way over to you, his hands hidden behind his back.

“Hi, ‘teyam,” you greet him, an affectionate smile playing against your lips.

He sends you one back, but this one falters a little towards the end, like he’s unsure of yourself. It has you feeling nervous again, but this time, the nerves are understandable - he’s beginning to fidget from foot to foot, nodding to himself as though he’s telling himself everything’s going to be okay. “Hey,” he replies, voice low and quiet, so unlike the Neteyam you’re used to. One of his hands points towards your tent behind you, still keeping the other one hidden away from your prying eyes. “Can we talk inside for a moment?”

Such words only make you feel worse, so many jumbled thoughts and suspicions bouncing from one side of your intrigued mind to the next, concocting different possible outcomes of what could be the source of his anxiety. You repeatedly tell yourself that it can’t be anything too damaging - after everything the two of you have been through together, even before finding out you were to be mated, it’s practically impossible to pull you apart, now. Without yet being mated, you know the two of you are bonded for life, and nothing can ever come in between that. Still, a small part of yourself feeds off his apprehension and you can’t help but wonder if going inside your tent with him will change the course of your life as you know it.

With a tense smile, trying your best to muster up the courage and pretend that he’s not worrying you, you nod, moving towards the entrance. Neteyam’s quick with his movements - instantly, the flap is pulled open for you, his hands holding back the fabric and allowing you to usher yourself inside. That’s a good sign, you tell yourself - if he’s treating you like this still, whatever he wants to talk about can’t be too bad, right? Unless he’s being a gentleman so the idea of tearing you down doesn’t seem as harsh.

You walk over to your mat, placing yourself down in a hurry, looking up at Neteyam and gesturing for him to do the same. He does so, and his body movements of sitting down opposite you are stiff, too. You notice his hand still firmly placed behind his back. Suddenly, the air feels uncomfortable, too much to bare as it continues to envelop you more, his worry stifling every one of your senses. Sucking in a breath, you let out a nervous laugh, hoping to ease the tension, wanting to get it over with in the chance it’s something bad. “’Teyam, you’re worrying me.”

As soon as you speak, he’s on alert - his head shoots up to you, finally able to properly look at you directly, his pupils blown wide. Tension steadily starts to dissipate from his figure, a brittle chuckle parting from his lips as he shakes his head slightly. “I’m sorry, I do not mean to worry you, it’s just...” he pauses, takes a big breath like he’s preparing himself for something monumental and steadies himself. “I made something for you.”

The strain of believing Neteyam was going to be telling you bad news disperses and it’s like it was never there in the first place. You feel your ears wiggle as they come to understand exactly what he said, your tail swaying back and forth in anticipation. “For me?”

He breathes out a soft laugh, eyes lighting up at how adorable you look to him. “Of course, am I courting someone else?”

It’s like the nervous Neteyam has completely disappeared, and finally you’re looking at the one you know and love - the Neteyam that is brave, and proud; the Neteyam that enjoys teasing you just to get a shy reaction out you; the Neteyam that can’t help but be sarcastic despite being a nervous wreck just moments beforehand. You hate the way he teases you, and yet you love it at the same time. You shake your head at his sarcasm, in slight disbelief at how he had managed to change his demeanour in the matter of a split second, a velvet-like giggle breaking out before you have the chance to force it back in. Now, he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

Slowly, with both precision and care, he moves his hand from behind his back, palm outstretched and showing off what he has to offer you. Your eyes land on a beautifully woven necklace, all different colours, shapes and sizes of beads and feathers and small intricacies tied all into place to make it perfect. It’s completely caught your attention, and you can’t seem to train your focus away from it. Subconsciously, your hand covers your mouth, smile wide and tears beginning to brim along your waterline. “Oh, ‘teyam. It’s beautiful.”

He brings himself closer to you, body shifting over until you’re now sat side by side, legs touching. He holds the necklace delicately in his hand still, bringing it further into the light to show it off, to show you how it looks in its true element. A beam plays at his lips now that he’s finally at ease, seeing the way you look so adoringly upon the object, so intense and ethereal it surely can’t be real.

With a slight shake to his hand, he points to one of the beads, a watercolour blue that glistens when it shines perfectly against the light. “This bead is to represent when we first met - when you tripped and fell into the water.”

The memory comes back to you so quickly, it felt as though it happened just yesterday. You had been stood by the water, so close your toes were tipping in to the cool liquid, watching the fish as they swam in their habitat, blissfully happy and fascination clear on your features. Neteyam had unintentionally snuck up on you, scaring the life out of you as you fell into the water in surprise. Instantly, Neteyam felt bad, helping you out of the water and making sure you were fine, but as time went on, Neteyam loved to casually bring it up in conversation, if only to tease you.

You playfully smacked his arm, features recoiling before gasping out at his remark. “I did not trip - you scared me!”

He laughs, eyes imploring straight into yours, and you can see the hearts filled lovingly within them. Shaking his head, he bites back his smile, moving onto the next one, this one a darker brown, almost rusty in colour with different edges of tones. “This one is to represent the time when I started to help you with your bow.” As another memory filters through your mind’s eye, of two younger looking Na’vi practicing in the midst of the forest on how to correctly aim, you start to realise that this necklace your future mate had made for you is personal. He didn’t choose these specific ornaments just based on their beautiful colours or their variety of textures... he’d chosen them to portray each pleasing moment you had spent together, right from the very beginning. Your attention doesn’t falter, eyes trailing slowly from the necklace up to him, watching as he continues to talk through each one; so in his element, so in love. “This is a feather I found that looks similar to the colour of your ikran, and this one is supposed to represent when I asked to court you-”

You couldn’t help yourself - his voice was drowning in your ears, a ringing sensation taking over until silence deafened you and there was nothing else important in the world. Whilst he’s still speaking, you take his face gently within your grasp, holding onto both sides of his face, turning him to you and smashing your lips against his own. You kiss him passionately, as though it was the last one you may ever share together. It isn’t usually you who initiates moments like this one, but the more he spoke about every moment you shared together, concocting them and making them into something you’ll wear for the rest of your life proudly, all you wanted to do was show him how much the gesture meant to you, how much he meant to you.

When you eventually pull back, your lips linger against one another, breaths mingling together. You press another soft kiss to his lips, thumbs absentmindedly rubbing the apples of his cheeks. Looking up at him, you watch as his eyes start to open slowly, dazed, hazy, in love. A grin rests along your features at having been able to get him so drunk on you in such a way. “Nga yawne lu oer, Neteyam (I love you, Neteyam),” you breathe out, pecking his lips again, even lighter this time. “Oel ngati kameie (I see you).”

A vast smile is obvious upon his features now, uncontainable, but it wasn’t like he wanted to contain it anyway. For as long as the two of you were together, he’d show off all of himself to you, no matter the circumstance. Such a sight before you - all for you - has your heart fluttering. Neteyam presses his head impossibly closer to your own, trying his hardest for the two of you to become one, kneading his face against your own, wanting his scent to be all over you, for everyone to know that you belong to him. “You have no idea how much you mean to me, yawne (beloved), and how eager I am to finally be all yours.”

Your cheeks are hurting from how happy you appear, but there’s so much love being shared between the two of you, you simply don’t care. “And, I cannot wait to be yours, muntxa (mate).”

It’s the first time you’ve admittedly called him your mate - after all this time, it’s usually him to call you such a name. But, seeing him today, presenting you with a gift of such beautifully personal memories, you finally give into yourself. Even if it is still some time before the two of you mate as one before the eyes of Ewya, but all in all, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan will always be your mate.

A laugh bubbles in the back of his throat at finally hearing you call him such a name, pearly fangs on full display as the two of you show off your eagerness to come together as one - of how much you care for one another, how much you yearn for one another.

You truly cannot wait to be all his, because there was no doubt in your mind that Neteyam was always the one for you.

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melbee · 1 year

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My Purpose

pairing: Neteyam x EywaHealer!Reader

summary: The same way Ewya had brought you your gifts, was the same way she brought you to Neteyam. So, when sacrifice leads to fatal injury, you will stop at nothing to make sure your love is safe.

note: thanks @directioner5life for the request! You asked for a fix-it fic, and I am happy to oblige :)) (I have my thoughts on the whole death scene, and I'm going to be writing my theories soon.) Hope you enjoy my loves! xx

warnings: Mention of being shot, blood, Angst, and some sadness. Fluff at the ending though *cries*

word count: 1,984

Your mother had said you were chosen for something. Ewya had gifted you to her in a time of great sorrow, and that the seeds of the sacred tree had blessed you during your birth ceremony.

You had flourished in medicinal value, your powers having the ability to heal the sick and injured. Your mother was proud of your accomplishments, but you couldn't help but feel the oddity in your abilities.

Growing up you were protected because of your gifts, sheltered from the world, and picked on by other Na’vi kids because of it. It didn't help that with every recoup in another's health, you could feel your body drain in tiredness.

Some days were worse than others. And some days you wished it would all disappear.

That was until you met Neteyam.

The eldest son of Toruk Makto, leader of the Omatikaya Clan, Neteyam was the poster boy of being groomed for greatness. At first glance you had felt him to be too protective, but you realized his earnest love and commitment he had for his family was admirable.

That was one of many reasons that made you fall in love with him. Your mother often joked that you two would make a great pairing as Tsahik, and that you should start counting down the days until you two would mate in front of Ewya.

If only your mother knew there were quite a few close calls.

So, when the RDA had arrived back on Pandora, and Neteyam's father, Jake Sully had to step down from his position as Olo'eyktan, you were shocked. The Sully Clan was leaving, and you were determined to follow them anywhere.

So, you did.

This led you to the Metkayina clan, where you along with the Sully clan sought refuge in order to save your people. You had gone, much to the disheartened approval of your mother. Her last words before you left were,

"Help the Toruk Makto and his family. Ewya has given you the gift to do so."

Now the RDA and their task force of recombinants were beginning to close in on you and using every Pandora creature and village to push you out.

"Ma Neteyam, please." You cried out in earnest, latching onto him as the surrounding sounds of war cries were evident all around you. The RDA had kidnapped some of Neteyam's family including Lo'ak, Kiri and little Tuk. Tsireya had also been caught, and evident by the Metkayina's response they were just as displeased.

"No. I have to go y/n. I have to save my family." Neteyam who was getting ready to leave with the rest of the clan, held close to you. He wrapped his arm around you, his hand gliding over your face before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against your neck. "Go help the injured, there will be casualties."

You frowned, tears beginning to well in your eyes. You knew you couldn't ask him to stay, Neteyam was always the strongest in your relationship, and in life. He couldn't let his family die. You reached for the same hand he held to your face and pulled it toward your own heart. "Eywa has led me to you. Now you must be strong and lead your family to safety."

Neteyam smiled leaving one last kiss on both your eyes, a sign of earnest love and affection. "When I come back, and this is all over..."

You stopped him, your tears mixing in with your mournful laughter. “I would do anything for you Neteyam. Just promise me you won’t-” Your voice cracked, your head shaking as you tried to stop any unnecessary emotion from spewing all at once. “Just come home.” You looked up at him and smiled, holding his hand tightly.

Neteyam nodded his head, his eyes beginning to shine with unshed tears, before he pulled you both up from your sitting positions and stood back. You followed him as you both walked together, the sounds of rushing feet and the splashes of water as clan members of the Metkayina latched onto their Elu’s and the warrior’s prepared their tsurak (skimwing). Neteyam had gathered with a few of the friends and siblings of Tsireya’s, and they began calling to their Elus.

Before you knew it, they had left, and you were stranded to deal with those who stayed, and the frightful response that endured. You quickly made yourself available however, and it came to the point where many had left to join the fight. You knew you should’ve stayed like Neteyam had said, but something in you felt you needed to go.

Watching as a few members of the Metkayina left you, you went over to an Elu you had learned to ride previously and got on. Latching on you swam quickly after them. Neteyam and the rest of the clan had traveled north to where the Tulkuns were located, and evident by the smell in the air, you could tell one of the RDA ships was nearby.

You braced the Elu tightly, its soft squawks, reminding your beating heart to be careful.

Arriving at the scene, nothing could’ve prepared you for what you were about to see. So much so, you had troubles choking back the sob bursting from you.

Why great mother. You thought to yourself in anguish.

A fire had struck out, and multiple RDA ships crashed out into the rocks. However, what made your heart burn was the sight of a Tulkun and its newborn laying cold as it drifted away in the water. Your heart burned, and the unshed tears began to fall.

You had long known the RDA and group of humans posed a threat to your home world, but you never knew how much damage they could create.

Up ahead you heard commotion, you saw yelling, and the sounds of gunshots, and the familiar voice of the Sully family. You gasped, clicking at your Elu to swim forward, as you swam slowly toward the sight before you.

You could see Lo’ak much to your relief and the rest of the Sully family, including Tsireya, your eyes squinted as you scanned for the familiar face of your beloved, but couldn’t see it.

Up ahead you saw an Ikran swoop by, Neytiri perching onto the jagged rocks, as she crouched down. It was then you could finally see the circle of commotion around a singular body.

No.

Your heart fell silent, your body taking over as you began whispering prayers underneath your breath that the reality wasn’t true. Tsireya, who had been consoling Lo’ak looked up when she heard you. Her eyes softened as tears welled in her eyes, the look of apology written on her face.

“No...” You whispered, you left unto the rock, your eyes blind to everyone around you except for Neteyam. “No... my Neteyam.”

You looked upon his shaking body, his eyes squinting beneath the setting sun, as you tilted down to see his hand as well as Lo’ak’s trying to put pressure on the obvious wound. Blood was spilling everywhere, mixing in with the waves of water that crashed next to you.

Jake who was right next to you, put a hand delicately on your shoulder, you looked up shaking your head. “I can fix this... I- "

Jake nodded in earnest, “Please.” He looked over to Neytiri who looked blankly in disbelief. “Please. For our son.”

You crouched over Neteyam, the tears in your eyes now hitting his chest as he shuddered, his eyes dilating as he began to go unconscious. You gasped pushing your two hands onto his chest, urging him to stay awake. “Please, my love. Stay awake.”

Neteyam’s ears twitched at your familiar voice, a ghost of a smile evident on his face. “Y/n I- "He began to choke on air. This was enough for you to close your eyes and begin reciting your prayers.

Everything about this was familiar to you, you couldn't put on one hand how many times you had recited these same prayers to injured Navi, but this was different. Neteyam was everything to you. He had been the one pillar that stood tall throughout the entire time you had known him.

Your visions began to burst in colors, the familiar songs of ancestors reaching out through your mind as you felt your body move in harmony. You were asking, no demanding for Ewya to heal him. You felt the sensation reach through your chest and to your fingertips.

You heard Neteyam continue to struggle, as your voice grew louder as well as your tears. You would not give up on him.

Visions flashed through your mind, memories of the first time you met him, the first time you loved him. You could see it crystal clear in your mind, his adoring smile, the way he caressed you, his laughter bubbling out into a crisp day outshining any cloudy thoughts in your mind.

“Ewya gave me a purpose.” You used to joke with Neteyam, on one of the many excursions through the forest. “And initially I thought I was some sort of vessel but… I think she wanted me to meet you.”

Neteyam smiled, his hand reaching over to grasp your face. “You are my purpose.”

You felt the memory fade, as white invaded your visions, you felt your head reach up in shock, your hands trembling as you felt your powers surge into Neteyam. You smiled, before your vision began to fade, and you felt reality come back to you.

Your vision wobbled slightly, feeling the pain and tiredness roll over you. The sun had now set to twilight, the fire beside you from the RDA ship twinkling menacingly in the corner of your eye. You looked around realizing most of the Sully clan had left, which most likely had to do with the fact that little Tuk and Kiri were not evident on your arrival.

You tried focusing on one thing at a time, your mind feeling as if you had been run over by a ship. You looked down at your hands, which still laid peacefully on Neteyam’s chest, layered with his blood. You moved your hands, to see much to your relief, that the bullet wound was gone. Your eyes then cast their gaze on Neteyam’s face, who other than a few bruises, slept peacefully.

To make sure that it wasn’t a dream, you pushed your head down to his chest where his heart laid. You could feel the resounding thump in chorus to your own, and you couldn’t help the tears fall once again. You felt yourself smile, nuzzling into his chest. “Oh, my Ewya… thank you.”

You didn’t know how long you laid there, until you felt a hand creep up your neck, and to your hair, where it patted gently. You gasped, looking up to see Neteyam’s eyes fully open and a smug smirk placed happily on his face. “Well look at that, my own savior.”

If it wasn’t for the way his playfulness exacerbated from his body, you wouldn’t have furrowed your brows in frustration. “Neteyam!” You slapped him in the chest, as he groaned. You gasped, before scowling as he let out a laugh, pushing up from his lying position.

“Y/N…” He grasped your hands with his own, oblivious to the fact that blood still caked your fingers. “I was right.”

“Oh?” You thought curiously, smiling in disbelief that Neteyam still faced your own. “What is that?”

“You are my purpose.” Neteyam grinned, reaching up to caress your cheek, before leaning in to grasp your lips with his own. As you kissed you couldn’t help but feel he was right.

Perhaps that was it. Your mother had said you were a gift. You had a purpose in life. And maybe that purpose in life was in fact intertwined with his.

You were Neteyam’s, as much as he was yours.

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