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HOW DO I MAKE YOU LOVE ME | neteyam x reader
pairing: neteyam x f!omatikaya!reader (no mentions of y/n)
summary: you remember all of your attempts to make Neteyam fall in love with you, using various methods, experiencing numerous failures, and you finally come to a conclusion or the five times you failed to win neteyam’s affection and the one time you succeed.
word count: 10k (!!! damn)
warnings: actually none but let’s say hurt/comfort, reader is a simp, 5+1 prompt, confessing, mutual pining, mention of blood, requited/unrequited love, !!adult neteyam!!, flashbacks to childhood and teenager years
note: inspired by the five love languages and the weeknd’s song mentioned in the title.
* gif‘s not mine.
The soft rustling of the teal leaves falling silently to the ground, as light as an ikran feather, is one of the most soothing sounds heard on the still night. The wind touches them gently, as if caressing them, before whirling them up again in a powerful gust, starting the cycle all over again. The moons stand high in the sky, and the stars sparkle like little gems that can beautify anything. The night is quiet, and the soft breeze seems to calm everything down and lull it into a deep sleep. The bright light of the bioluminescent plants lays gently on the moist meadows, illuminating the darkness. It is like a magical tale, perfect and without blemish. Yet, there is one who can't sleep in this harmonic time: you. With your arms and legs stretched out, you lie on your back, feeling like hours have passed since you started staring at the night sky without moving a muscle. You have even decided to sleep outside your hammock to hear and feel the sound of the wind, hoping to finally sink into the dreamland. But, as you know, this has done little to help.
All because of him. You sigh in annoyance.
For as long as you can remember you've had this crush on the eldest son of the Olo'eyktan, you don't know when you developed it, let alone how it really started. You just know that it might have been cute at first – a nice girl from a small clan who has feelings for the older boy next door, but as time went by, it wasn't cute at all; on the contrary, it robs you of precious sleep and will most likely cause you to age prematurely.
Despite not knowing how and when exactly this crush thing has started, you know that it has gotten worse the more time has passed, and the more time passes, the more failed attempts to get his attention you have behind you. However, there's one event you categorize as time zero - the starting point of your attempts - that you remember vividly:
You were a mere child and couldn't take your eyes off Neteyam, who was only slightly older than you. Confidently clutching the stem of the rare flower you had been searching for days, you made your way through the lush forest, searching for Neteyam. As you thought about the plan you had concocted, your heart beat rapidly in your chest. You had heard from a reliable source that Neteyam was a lover of rare flora, and you hoped that this gift would make him see you in a different light.
When you spotted him in the distance, his tall figure was moving gracefully through the trees. Taking a deep breath, you approached him, holding out the flower to him.
"Hey, Neteyam," you said, trying to sound casual. "I found this and I thought you might like it."
Neteyam stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you, his expression unreadable. You held out the flower a bit higher, hoping to see a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes.
"Thank you," he said simply, slowly taking the flower from your outstretched hand. Looking at the flower now in his hand, the corner of his lips turned upward, causing your heart to flutter.
You told him happily, "It's a very rare flower," beaming a bright smile at him.
And the next thing you knew, you were holding your breath as he bent slightly forward to your height and patted your head in praise, "It seems you're already a careful gatherer, baby neighbor. Keep it up!"
You felt your heart sink faster than a prey could run when he turned and continued on his way, leaving you standing there alone in the forest. You had hoped that your gesture would be enough to make him see you in a different light, but it seemed that it had made no difference at all, or even worse for he had called you the worst possible nickname to exist in all na'vihood.
As you made your way back to the village, you couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment and frustration settling in you, the deep frown on your face mirroring your inner world. You had tried so hard to get Neteyam to notice you, but it seemed that he was simply not interested.
How do I make you love me?
After a few cycles and many more failed attempts in between, you realized that your little crush was not so little after all. Especially after Neteyam passed his Iknimaya at such a young age, your admiration for him grew every day. The feeling was almost unbearable as you found yourself constantly near him but not receiving the acknowledgment you wished for.
That was until one day, you decided to change that because your hormonal teenager brain had this glorious idea to spend some alone time with Neteyam. You had observed that he enjoyed hunting during his free time when he wasn't bound by his duties as the Olo'eyktan's firstborn. This is why you eagerly joined him on his next hunt, determined to impress him with your own hunting and tracking skills. Looking back, you now realize that your confidence may have been misplaced for your skills were basically non-existent at that time, but back then you were convinced that you were able to hunt.
So, you followed Neteyam deep into the forest, crouching right beside him in the underbrush, watching the herd of talioang grazing in the distance. Their blue and orange skin glinted in the sunlight, and you could hear the low rumble of their voices as they communicated with each other.
"Do you thi—" Neteyam's hand swiftly covered your mouth, halting your words before they escaped, his touch gentle yet firm. It was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. He motioned for you to be quiet and directed your attention towards the herd. As he removed his hand, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement in your blood. This was your chance to prove yourself.
Neteyam slowly and silently made his way towards the herd, you right on his track, moving from one piece of cover to another. Your eyes followed every movement of the muscles on his toned back, you felt your heart pounding in your chest, and your palms were slick with sweat. Even though you had never really hunted before, you were determined to succeed but Neteyam's captivating presence proved to be a distraction that made it difficult for you to concentrate on anything else.
As you got closer to the herd, you could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Neteyam signaled for you to stop, and you froze, trying to make yourself as small as possible. He reached out and brushed a twig aside at your feet.
"Watch your steps," he whispered close to your ear, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Your heart raced as you realized how close he was to you, and you wondered if he could hear it pounding in your chest. Longing to feel his lips against your skin, you couldn't help but turn your head slightly towards him, but you knew you couldn't let your desire distract you from the hunt.
"I do," you whispered back. Trying to calm your racing heart, you focused on the task at hand, scanning the ground for anything else that might make noise. But when you moved, you felt Neteyam's body shift slightly against yours, sending another jolt of electricity through you, and you wondered if he felt it too.
"No, you constantly step on something," he told you, still whispering, but voice stern.
Feeling caught because there was a high possibility that he was right for you hadn't paid attention to your surroundings in the last couple of minutes, too busy doting on him, you couldn't find arguments to defend yourself, "I do not."
Neteyam firmly pressed his finger on his own lips, signaling you to be quiet yet again. Your heart beat faster as you met his intense gaze, and you felt a rush of desire wash over you.
"Too much noise," he mouthed, his voice barely audible, and looked back at the herd. Following his gaze, you saw that the talioang had picked up on something, and they were starting to look nervous. You and Neteyam held your breaths, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Suddenly, Neteyam gave the signal, and sprang into action. You just weren't really ready when he gave the signal, so with the first step you took, you stumbled on something growing on the ground and fell over with a short cry. Neteyam who had darted towards the nearest talioang, already drawing his bow and arrow, stopped right in his track when he heard you fall. You looked up at him when he quickly turned to you and then back at the herd but it was too late, the animals already reared up in surprise, and scattered in all directions. However, you were too shocked by your fatal mistake to pay them any attention. You were frozen in place, lying in the dirt, watching Neteyam looking back at you with a slightly agape mouth. The blood rushed to your head and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears.
You ruined it.
Neteyam's disappointment was tangible. You could feel his eyes on you, and you knew that he was angry. You would be, too. Struggling to express your remorse, the words got caught in your throat as you attempted to apologize. The weight of disappointment were heavy on your shoulders, and you couldn't shake off the feeling of letting him down.
After a long, awkward silence, Neteyam turned to you with a deep sigh. "You need to be more careful," he said, "When you're hunting, you have to be aware of everything around you. One mistake can ruin the whole hunt."
You nodded, feeling ashamed, you were sure your face was as purple as a yovo fruit. You had wanted to impress Neteyam, but instead you had embarrassed yourself in front of him, had blown any chance to show him that you were capable.
How do I make you fall for me?
Over time, you learned from your previous mistakes. Wanting to impress him proved to be harder than anticipated, but having a conversation with him was easier than expected. You needed to show him how much you appreciated him for who he was. As a result, you began to pay closer attention to the way he interacted with others, especially his younger brother Lo'ak, and you started to incorporate some of those phrases into your conversations with him.
One bright day, you nervously approached Neteyam, hoping to strike up a conversation with him using your newfound knowledge:
"Hey, Neteyam," you greeted tentatively, "Whatcha doin'?"
You left out the bro on purpose, fearing it would be overkill. Even so, the words coming out of your mouth sounded strange to you, and for him apparently too, as he rapidly looked up from his task upon hearing your voice, and his otherwise neutral face looked at you with a slightly frowned forehead and attentive eyes, studying you for a moment before he was quick to collect himself and greeted you with a slight smile.
"Not much. Tuk asked me to repair this old basket for her," he said, motioning with his hands on the basket between his legs, "And I'm trying."
You nodded, trying not to seem too eager, "That's really kind of you. I bet she'll be thrilled once you finish it," you said with a smile.
Neteyam simply hummed in response and went back to his task, his concentration returning.
"I mean, I would, too. Tuk is very lucky, it must be nice to have a brother like you," you complimented him.
"But you do have a brother," Neteyam reminded you matter-of-factly, "We used to attend the same training sessions so many times."
"Yeah," you continued, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. "But, uh, he is not as skilled as you are." Good save. "And he never did such kind things for me when I was little. The only thing he did was teach me how to fight."
"That's a valuable skill," Neteyam commented.
"Well, what I mean is, he's an ordinary brother, while you are one of a kind, Neteyam. Your siblings are incredibly lucky to have you," you said, emphasizing your point.
Neteyam smiled to himself, his canines slightly showing, as he went back to working on the basket. You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach at the thought of him noticing your flattery.
"I appreciate that," he said, acknowledging your compliment.
After a few minutes of silence, you took a deep breath and you mustered up the courage to ask him a question, "May I say something?"
He looked up at you again and nodded. "Sure, what's on your mind?"
You decided to take the chance, "I just wanted to say that you always seem to know just what to do and say, and that's very impressive. You're responsible, always respectful, and very patient. Not just with me but with everyone in our clan. And I want you to know that I really appreciate it, Neteyam." I appreciate you.
Neteyam's expression softened as he listened to your words. "You have a kind heart to express that," he replied, a hint of a smile still playing at the corner of his lips.
You took a deep breath and continued, "I know you don't share much about your personal life, but if you ever feel comfortable talking about it I would love to learn more about you."
Neteyam's smile reached his eyes. "Thank you, I will keep that in mind."
You felt a warm glow of happiness in your chest as you realized that your words affected him. You were willing to put in the work to get to know him better.
Encouraged by his response, you asked, "So, do you have any concrete plans after your Uniltaron?"
Neteyam's expression faltered a bit upon hearing you mention his upcoming Dream Hunt, he seemed almost reserved all of a sudden. "I do have a few, but they are personal," he replied, "I prefer to keep them to myself."
You felt a pang of disappointment. "Oh, I understand," you said, trying to hide your dejection, "I'm sorry. It was not my place to ask."
"You don't have to apologize," he responded, "But some things are best kept within the family."
"Yeah, I get it," you smiled weakly, feeling like you had hit a wall, "Thanks for talking with me, Neteyam."
He nodded and went back to his task, leaving you feeling deflated and uncertain about how to get closer to him.
How do I make you want me?
The previous attempts to win Neteyam's attention had proven unsuccessful: The gifts you gave him didn't have the desired effect, your attempts to impress him by spending time with him backfired (you want to forget that memory of the hunt so badly), and the conversations you had with him remained superficial, never delving deeper into meaningful topics. It was clear that you needed a new approach, a fresh idea to capture his interest which brought you back to point zero.
You walked through the forest, scanning the undergrowth for any signs of the flowers you had been studying for quite some time – the kind you gifted Neteyam when you were little. It turns out that the rare flower wasn't that rare after all, it only bloomed a short time a cycle, which is what made it so valuable. However, if they were dried and powdered, very useful medicines could be made. At some point you had started collecting this flower, as well as other herbs and plants for Tsahìk, and in return she had taught you how to make rich creams and pastes from them. And you could also consume this flower in meals if you let it cook over the fire for a long time. Pondering if it would evoke nostalgia within Neteyam, while you plucked them carefully from the ground, you wondered if he ever remembered the day you gave him that flower in the first place.
Gathering a variety of edible flowers, aromatic herbs, and other nourishing ingredients from the village, you spent all morning helping the women in your clan prepare a wholesome and delicious meal for the warriors. In anticipation of Neteyam's training session, you decided to take this thoughtful approach to show your support and care.
As the aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, you volunteered to bring the full basket of handmade food wraps and lovely cut fruits to the training area.
The warriors were engrossed in their practice, their movements fluid and powerful. You scanned the crowd, searching for Neteyam among them.
Spotting him in the midst of the intense training session, his lean muscles glistening with sweat under the warm sun, you couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration. His movements were powerful and precise, each strike displaying his skill as a warrior. His strength and determination did something to you, feeling a magnetic pull towards him.
Balancing the basket of food in your hands, you approached the outskirts of the training area, careful not to interrupt the warriors' focus. You set up a blanket and arranged the food on it attractively. Your intention was not only to impress Neteyam but to show your support for the entire group.
"I swear, Eywa send you here," you heard someone say next to you, a bit out of breath, while impatient hands reached into the basket and helped you place the food, "I'm starving!"
"Lo'ak, are you allowed to end your training like this?" You questioned, and turned your head in the direction of the warriors — the training was obviously still in full swing, but it was precisely then that you met Neteyam's gaze who was already looking over at you, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident in his eyes.
"Not really but it smells so good, I'm ready to be skinned for these delici— Oh, I'm taking this one, yeah?" He started unwrapping one of the food wraps and hastily bit into it.
"Hey, wait for the others!" you admonished him, but his wrap was already half eaten.
"Mm, das bom!" you heard him smack loudly, "S'rusly, yur da best."
"I'm glad," you responded, suppressing a laugh. Lo'ak acted like he hadn't eaten in days.
Noticing the spread of food, the warriors collectively ended the training session, and the men started approaching the nourishing dishes, including freshly grilled meats, vibrant vegetables, and flavorful herbs.
Sensing an opportunity, you went towards Neteyam, a food wrap in your hand, and a warm smile gracing your lips. "I thought I would spare you the long way, in case you're starving like your brother," you joked, gesturing with your head towards Lo'ak behind you, who was taking two more food wraps and calling dips on the rawp.
Neteyam's gaze shifted from the feast you had prepared to the food in his hands and then at you. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"That's thoughtful of you," he replied, his voice carrying a subtle warmth, "It's been an intense training session, and this is a welcome surprise."
You stepped back, allowing him to enjoy the meal with his fellow warriors. Observing from a distance, you noticed the camaraderie and laughter that emerged as they gathered around the spread of food, indulging in the flavors that were carefully crafted.
Throughout the meal, you found yourself drawn to Neteyam's presence. The way he spoke with passion about his experiences, the way he listened attentively to others, and the way his eyes sparkled with a hidden depth — all of it only fueled your growing attraction.
As the training session continued, you lingered nearby, engaging in conversations with other warriors, offering encouragement and companionship. While your initial intention was to impress Neteyam, you found joy in connecting with the community as a whole, so much you almost didn't realize that the day's training had come to an end.
"Thank you for the meal and your company," Neteyam said softly as he walked next to you back to the village, carrying the basket for you with a genuine smile gracing his face. "It meant a lot to all of us."
Your cheeks warmed at his words, "I didn't do much, the others—"
"You are here, that alone is more than enough."
You nodded, a sense of satisfaction washing over you. "I'm glad I could contribute," your voice was filled with sincerity, "Supporting you and the clan is important to me."
A surge of hope welled up inside you, but as the conversation continued, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. Despite your efforts, the romantic tension you had hoped for seemed to elude you. The conversation remained pleasant yet distant, and it became clear that Neteyam saw you more as a friend than a potential partner. With a heavy heart, you realized that your attempt to catch his interest had once again fallen short.
And make it last eternally?
For quite some time now, you have firmly believed that you have left those days behind you, imprisoned in childhood memories, overlapped by numerous teenage embarrassments. After all, now you are an adult with serious duties and commitments to attend to, and there's neither time nor room for such childish infatuations. Crushing on the future Olo'eyktan. Please. Plus, once you found out how many other girls in your clan, both older and younger than you, adored him, you figured it is best to move on. You were frustrated at times, but you resolved to carry on, cherishing the friendship you shared with Neteyam while silently letting go of your unrequited feelings. At least, that's what you thought...
… until three eclipses ago.
Mere moments before the eclipse, the all-too-familiar soft light danced in the room, casting a golden hue that revealed the tiniest pollen floating around inside Tsahìk's crowded tent. It had been a long time since so many people had been injured at once, yet no one was ready to explain or report what had happened.
As two new figures entered the tent, one of them supporting the other, you heard a familiar voice speaking calmly, "Focus on not getting blood all over grandmother's tent rather than worrying about my wounds."
"Nah, I'm just- Ouch! Careful, bro!"
"Sorry, brother, but you have to cooperate with me here," Neteyam uttered while carefully helping Lo'ak onto the mat made of woven grasses that Kiri had prepared for them with blankets.
"I'm just saying—Ahh," Lo'ak hissed as Neteyam applied pressure to his open wound with his bare hands, while Kiri hastily tied together any available cloths for his wound care. "-it's not very mighty of you, you know."
"What is not very mighty of him?" Kiri wanted to know, now taking over and applying pressure to his wound as well to stop the bleeding. As you shifted to Kiri's side, you handed her more cloths that she could wrap around Lo'ak's leg.
"His wounds, of course," Lo'ak grinned when he saw you and gave his older brother another amused sideways glance, before continuing, "but I'm sure he will be in great hands now. Right, bro?"
Just a quick glance at Lo'ak was enough to see that he was far worse off than Neteyam. While his wounds did not appear to be life-threatening, he was bleeding profusely from his thigh.
Tsahìk had already rushed to the four of you, throwing a disapproving look at Lo'ak, "Oh, my boy, let me have a look." With her expertise, she quickly got the situation under control, ordering Kiri to get more cloths while you stood by her side to assist her.
"My child, attend to his wounds," Tsahìk instructed you, but to your surprise she nodded towards Neteyam instead of Lo'ak as she pushed a bowl of fresh water into your hands. "My granddaughter and I can handle this young clumsy man here." Her stern gaze was once again fixed on Lo'ak, who, in turn, only grinned at her.
"Grandmother," Neteyam began soothingly, ready to protest, "there is no need to—" but her piercing eyes silenced him, causing him to follow you wordlessly to the other side of the tent.
And that's how you found yourself sitting in front of Neteyam, tending to his wounds with the gentle touch of your hands, caring for each cut and bruise.
"You need to be more careful," you said softly, breaking the comfortable silence as you wrung the cloth in the water that had already turned a muddy reddish color.
"I'm content with the present circumstances," he replied, his voice laced with a touch of amusement. You gave him a sarcastic look, which he reciprocated with a warm smile.
"Well, I suppose then you'll be content with this as well." Pressing the damp cloth into his hand, you stood up and leisurely made your way to Tsahìk's supplies to fetch some healing ointments, and you took your time doing so.
Upon your return, Neteyam watched you attentively, his eyes tracing your every movement, and you wondered if he had been watching you the whole time. There was a newfound curiosity in his gaze, a glimmer of something more.
"My words came out wrong," he said when you sat back on the ground in front of him. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and unspoken emotions, a subtle tension hanging between you. "You're right, I should be more careful. I always strive to be. It's just that there's little one can do in the face of an ambush."
"An ambush?" you asked with big eyes, "Oh, Great Mother! That's what everyone's been trying to conceal. And I was wondering the whole time what could've possibly happened to cause so many injuries."
"They probably didn't want to cause an uproar." You listened to his words, sensing the weight they carried. The mention of an ambush brought back memories of past dangers and harrowing encounters. The gravity of their lives was never far from their thoughts, and you understood the weight that rested on Neteyam's shoulders.
"You don't always have to be the strong one, Neteyam," you said softly, voice carrying reassurance, when you continued cleaning the cut on his chest, noticing that he tried not to wince under your touch, "It's alright to lean on others, to let them care for you."
A flicker of emotion danced across his face, a fleeting moment of vulnerability before he regained his composure. His hand reached out to touch yours resting on his chest above his heart, the contact gentle yet charged with unspoken emotions.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, and in that moment it felt like the boundaries between healer and wounded blurred, "Thank you for being here, for tending to me." His eyes locked with yours, an unspoken promise passing between you, turning your cheeks in a light purply color.
"Now," you cleared your throat with the intention of changing the subject, fervently hoping that he wouldn't notice your flushed cheeks, "here comes the actual healing part."
Gently, you dipped your fingers into the jar of ointment, scooping out a generous amount. With deliberate movements, you applied the soothing balm to his wounds, careful not to cause any further discomfort. The ointment glided smoothly, creating a soothing sensation that seemed to envelop him in a healing embrace.
"What I meant before is that I am glad that you are the one taking care of me," you smiled upon hearing those words, feeling his gaze on you as you concentrated on his upper body. A gentle warmth radiated from his wounds as your fingertips grazed his skin, mingling with the tender touch of your hands. The ointment possessed a subtle fragrance, hinting at the natural remedies it held within.
As you continued to apply the ointment, your fingers delicately tracing the contours of his chest, exploring the intricate landscape of his injuries, a comfortable silence settled between you. The rhythm of your ministrations became a quiet conversation, a wordless understanding of care and compassion. With every gentle caress, a subtle shiver passed through him, a reaction that spoke of both vulnerability and an underlying trust in your touch. There was a closeness in this shared moment, a connection forged through the tender act of healing.
Neteyam's gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes revealing a depth of gratitude and something more profound. It was as if the vulnerability of his wounds had peeled away a layer, exposing a vulnerability of the heart. The strength he embodied as a warrior was softened in this vulnerable space, allowing a snippet into the depths of his mind and soul.
"It never stings when you patch me up, why?" Neteyam asked, his voice laced with wonder, tilting his head slightly.
"The secret is to mix yalnabark with 'omsyul," you replied, your voice gentle yet filled with a hint of playfulness.
"Care to share this secret with my grandmother? And Kiri, too?" Neteyam's request was teasing but also genuine, and you couldn't help but be touched by his thoughtfulness.
"Actually, Kiri is the one who taught me this," you admitted, a fondness in your voice.
Neteyam's forehead furrowed slightly, "Then why does it always burn when she patches me up?"
With a twinkle in your eyes, you playfully suggested, "Sibling love?"
A mischievous smile curved his lips. "Or perhaps your touch is blessed by Eywa?" His words hung in the air, filled with a newfound flirtation that took you by surprise.
"Oh, come on now, exaggerate much, do you?" you responded, attempting to brush off his words with a hint of irony, not fully realizing the impact they had on you.
Undeterred by your sarcastic retort, Neteyam looked deeply into your eyes, his voice filled with sincerity and a touch of vulnerability. "The caress of your hand weaves a tapestry of enchantment, casting a spell that captivates my very soul."
His words echoed in your mind, resonating with a blend of tender affection and longing. You wished he had said those words when you were younger and so in love with him, meaning every syllable coming from his kissable lips. What you would have given to hear him say it.
A blush spread across your cheeks as you struggled to find the right words to respond. The air around you seemed charged with electricity, the tension between you both palpable.
"You said I should exaggerate," Neteyam added, a witty glint in his eyes, as if to remind you of your earlier banter.
Your younger self would have etched his previous words into a tree to make them eternal — words you longed to hear from your crush, words that felt like a dream.
"Crush?" he asked with interest, and your eyes widened with the realization that you had spoken your thoughts aloud. "On whom?"
"Um," a jumble of thoughts flooded your mind at once, too late for an excuse, "You?"
Your confession left him momentarily speechless, and your heart pounded in your chest.
It's in the past, so it's okay to admit it, you told yourself, trying to calm down a bit.
"You have a crush on me?"
"Had," you corrected quickly.
"You had a crush on me?" he asked again, as if needing confirmation. It seemed to sweep him off his feet, a revelation he hadn't expected.
"Everyone did, everyone does," you confessed, trying to downplay the significance.
"Everyone except you?"
You shrugged, unsure how to answer, "I guess I'm… over it."
"Why?" he inquired.
"Come on, Neteyam," you sighed, trying to mask the bitterness in your voice, "don't act like you didn't know."
"I swear by Eywa this is news to me… I have never…" he hesitated briefly with his words, "It doesn't even make sense."
Make sense?
"Don't make me regret telling you," you said, your voice tinged with frustration, "It's not about making sense, and it's not a big deal either, don't you agree?"
"Yes, but I try to understand."
"What is there to understand?"
"Why would you even crush on me in the first place?"
Oh.
"You're right," you tightly gripped the cloth, forcing a smile, "why would I."
Even though you reluctantly admitted it, it hurt you and scratched at your ego. You were now more than grateful to have never openly communicated your feelings. As an adult, you could handle it, but you know exactly that this reaction would have devastated your childhood self. You were not accustomed to this insensitivity from Neteyam, considering he always maintained a noble and respectable demeanor. This showed you even more how repulsive the idea of having you by his side was to him.
"Also, I'm sorry," you turned around in a swing, your voice filled with sadness, disappointment, and above all, anger—anger at him for acting like a skxawng and anger at yourself for being a skxawng by confiding in him, "that the thought of me being attracted to you disgusts you so much. It won't happen again, rest your mind."
He seemed lost for words, blinking once, twice, and opening his mouth only to close it again, processing your words. Part of you yearned for him to say something, to prove you wrong, but nothing came. His gaze lingered on you for a long moment, altering between your eyes, the unspoken words hanging in the air.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm needed elsewhere," you said, your voice tinged with resignation. You prepared to turn away, ready to retreat from the turmoil of the moment. But just as you began to pivot, a sudden, gentle grip on your arm stopped you in your tracks. It was Neteyam, his touch both unexpected and tender.
In that instant, conflicting emotions surged within you, caught between the instinct to push him away and the captivating gaze that held your attention. Without uttering a single word, he drew you closer, wrapping you in a tight embrace that left you completely defenseless, your body momentarily frozen in surprise against his bare skin.
Your initial response was to resist, your mind still reeling from the whirlwind of confusion. Yet, as his arms enveloped you, a scent as enchanting as the forest's vibrant essence and the serenity of sacred woods wafted into your consciousness. It was a harmonious blend that stirred your senses, mingling the fragrant allure of nature with the grounding whispers of sandalwood.
Inhaling deeply, the captivating aroma cast a spell upon you, dissolving the remnants of anger and frustration that had once consumed your thoughts like a distant memory as he held you firmly in his strong arms, the warmth of his body seeping into your very core.
In this suspended moment, time appeared to lose its grip as the only audible sounds were the rhythm of your synchronized breaths and the rhythmic beat of your hearts.
"I'm sorry too," you heard him whisper in your hair as he pulled away from you and left the tent, leaving you confused.
It was in that moment, surrounded by the fading light and the soft whispers of the forest outside the tent, that you realized the painful truth: nothing would be the same between you and Neteyam because
no matter what you did, you would never be able to make him love you.
And exactly this is the reason of your sleepless nights, which is why, in the middle of your melancholic nostalgia, you decided to take a little walk to the lake nearby to pass the time until daybreak which leads you to the lake. You currently sit on a mossy tree stump above the shimmering water allowing your feet to hang freely just above the glistening surface of the lake, instead of sleeping safe and sound like the rest of the village. The purples, greens, and yellows of the bioluminescent flora and fauna smile at you but you fail to smile back. Your heart heavy with a mix of emotions and your mind full of questions, you try not to think of more memories, each one feeling like a dagger, piercing your already fragile heart.
You try to understand, yet it's difficult for you.
After so many failed attempts and moments of acceptance in between, he still manages to confuse you with his mixed signals. The moment, when he hugged you, replays relentlessly in your thoughts as if burned in your mind, a vivid recollection that carries the weight of his proximity, the tempting linger of his scent, and the electric touch that ignited a fierce tension within you. It was an encounter that left an indelible mark, an irresistible dance between desire and restraint, etching itself into the deepest recesses of your longing soul.
You groan into your hands. You want to hate him. So much.
Three eclipses have come and gone since then, way too much time to think between that and the part where you made the decision to distance yourself from Neteyam. This time for real. You wake up earlier than everyone else, dedicating yourself to your work, skipping communal meals and shared gatherings entirely. You complete your tasks and retreat back to your home, like a ghost in the clan, yet living unscathed within your own space, seeking solace in the sanctuary of solitude.
Almost every hour, you find yourself battling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, you long to see him, to be in his presence, and to feel that familiar connection. But on the other hand, you remember his last words and the way he looked at you when he learned about your past feelings. Distance will be best for the both of you. The ache in your heart hasn't subsided, but you know the step is necessary for your own well-being, it's a shield you've built to preserve what little strength remains within you.
Yesterday, your changed behavior was noticed by Tsahik, so she confronted you directly, but she neither questioned you nor expected any form of explanation. Her words still echo in your mind, partly because forgetting the moment will be difficult with the way she looked at you with her kind eyes, as if understanding the depths of your heartache.
"My child," she laid her hand gently on your shoulder, her voice carrying the wisdom of the ages, "Sometimes the tides do not turn in the way we hope but that does not diminish the beauty of the love within your heart. Always remember that Eywa has woven the threads of affection and devotion. Thus, have trust that the stars will align one day, for love, in all its form, is a gift to cherish."
The words resonate deep within your soul, as you sit by the tranquil water, the soft glow of the plants casting an ethereal light around you, a gentle breeze rustles through the verdant foliage. In these moments of isolation, you reflect on the times you've spent with Neteyam, the moments that sparked the flame of attraction within you. You question whether those were genuine or merely figments of your imagination, the doubts swirling in your mind, clouding your judgment and feeding your insecurities.
The stars above seem to mirror the twinkle in your eyes, a bittersweet reminder of the unfulfilled desire for you can't comprehend why your heart continues to long for him despite your mind trying to move on. Your thoughts are deep in contemplation when—
"Can we talk?" The voice startles you, and you flinch sharply, almost letting out a scream. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, the fright taking hold of you. Quickly, you turn around, only to see that out of everyone, Neteyam approaches you, his figure blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," a crooked smile forms on his lips.
You look up, meeting his gaze with a guarded expression, unsure of what to expect from this encounter. His presence catches you off guard, causing your heart to skip another beat. The sight of him stirs a mix of emotions within you—longing, uncertainty, fear, but also a flicker of hope.
"You didn't," you lie, your voice tinged with coldness.
He nods his head towards the space beside you, "May I?"
Neteyam's eyes hold a certain earnestness, a silent plea for understanding. You just shrug your shoulders, and he interprets it as a yes. He takes a seat beside you, his movements graceful and measured, his tail gently swaying in the air, your shoulders and thighs nearly touching.
The silence between you is tense, charged with unspoken words and residual feelings. You let your feet dangle above the water. As you wiggle your toes, you feel a gentle coolness from the air mingling with the refreshing touch of the water below.
He clears his voice, "I've noticed your absence these past few days."
"Oh?" Your ears perk up with curiosity, surprised that he has noticed, "I was busy."
"You were missing from the meal servings as well," he notes, his words carrying a hint of concern.
"Yeah, I haven't had much of an appetite lately," you reply, sounding detached.
You aren't sure if you have misheard, but it seems like Neteyam has whispered softly to himself, "Me neither," although it can also be your mind playing tricks on you.
"You see, I, uh..." he pauses, seemingly struggling to find the right words which is so unusual for him, "Can I speak openly with you?"
"Don't you always?" Your voice still laced with a hint of coldness.
"Indeed," you noticed from the corner of your eye a brief tension in his hands that gradually relaxes, "I just wanted to let you know that there is no need for you to feel obligated to skip communal gatherings because of me."
You can't help but scoff at that, however, he remains undeterred by your reaction.
"It's okay if you don't want to see me — I will keep my distance if that is what you want, but, please, don't avoid the clan in an attempt to avoid me. Don't isolate yourself."
"Funny," you say bitterly, your gaze still on the water, "that you think you have that much power over me."
"That's not what I wanted to say, it's—"
"It's fine, Neteyam," you interrupt him, turning your head to him, your jaw clenched, "I get it. If the future Olo'eyktan says so, I'll comply. See you at the morning meal."
You attempt to get up, but he gently grasps your wrist, halting your movement.
"I can sense that something has changed between us, and it weighs heavily on my heart," his voice carries a hint of vulnerability.
"Things change," you respond as he loosens his grip, but you refrain from attempting to get up again, waiting for the conversation to end, "Is there anything else?"
"Yes," he shifts, causing your thighs to briefly brush against each other, "I've had time to reflect on our last conversation."
"Actually, let's not—" you try to interrupt him, but this time he doesn't let your words stop him.
"Let me say this one thing and after that you don't have to talk to me again."
You meet his gaze, which is filled with honesty and a touch of guilt. You nod and look at him, noticing how he rubs his hands on his thighs and takes a deep breath.
"I was caught off guard," he admits, his voice softer now, "When we talked, I mean; and when I learned that you used to feel an affection for me — I didn't handle it well. I'm sorry for the way I reacted and for the pain I may have caused you."
You remain silent for a few seconds remembering the unpleasant conversation from last time, before you speak, "We don't have to talk about it, it's okay."
"No, it's not okay!" You notice the tension in his muscles. "You see," he takes a deep breath, "I didn't understand why you would crush on me."
"You made that very clear," you remark.
"I regret my poor choice of words, and for any offense it may have caused. I immediately noticed that my words had an impact on you, but I was too overwhelmed to correct myself in the moment," he admits, a hint of regret in his voice, "Please know that the idea of you being attracted to me never has and never will disgust me," his eyes lock with yours as his voice gets quieter when he adds, "It scares me."
Upon hearing that, your features soften slightly, a flicker of empathy crossing your face, and the question leaves your mouth before you can think about it, "Why?"
Now he's the one shrugging, "Everyone has their own doubts and fears."
You're not satisfied with that response, and you want him to open up to you for which you are willing to meet him halfway. So you begin an attempt to make him elaborate on his statement, "I'm scared of many things." you watch him intently as you speak, "Accidentally plucking poisonous plants instead of the usual herbs, falling down the hallelujah mountains, being eaten alive by nantangs." And most of all, rejection. "I can't help but wonder what fears could reside within a mighty warrior like yourself."
His mouth twitches slightly upwards when you say that, but is quickly replaced by a neutral expression. "The possibility of someone seeing through my façade," Neteyam admits sighing, his voice laced with a mix of confusion and self-reflection, "Of someone truly knowing me," he holds your gaze, a certain vulnerability in them, "That terrifies me."
You are left speechless, completely caught off guard by his answer.
"But," you stammer, trying to find the right words to express your thoughts, "you're Neteyam, you're... perfect in everything you do. I never considered the possibility that you might have these thoughts."
He shakes his head, disagreeing. "No, definitely not, I am far off from being perfect. That's why I couldn't understand why you would have feelings for me," he confesses, vulnerability shining in his gaze. "Because I never saw myself the way you did. But maybe, just maybe, this is why I've been blind to the possibility of something more between us."
"If you're only here to make me feel better about myself..." you start, your voice trailing off.
"No," he groans in frustration. "That's not it."
"Then what is it?"
He chuckles at your reaction, "I get nervous when you look at me that way."
"What do you mean?" You are the one getting nervous because of his statement for he doesn't look nervous at all, on the contrary, he looks very relaxed and almost overconfident.
"Yeah, can't you tell my hands are all sweaty?" he lets you know with a smirk while he studies your face.
"Neteyam," you blink in confusion, "Are you okay?"
"You're not listening," he sighs, his smile dropping slightly.
"Then talk openly," you urge impatiently.
He takes a deep breath and looks you directly in the eyes. "I've come to realize that you mean more to me than just a friend."
Your features falter and your eyes widen, as the realization dawns upon you that your feelings have not been unrequited after all. "No."
"I have a crush on you, too," he whispers euphorically, confirming your thoughts.
"No, Neteyam, not now," you shake your head quickly, your mind filled with way too many thoughts and too much confusion. Instantly, you stand up as if stung by an insect, trying to maintain your composure.
"It didn't start now, it was always there," he admits, standing up as well, now towering over you and studying your face and your reaction again. "But I fear that I've missed my chance. And now, it seems like it's too late."
Ignoring his words entirely, you fixate your serious gaze on him, "You can't do this to me."
"What?" he blinks, seeming to comprehend your words, "Why?" his gaze momentarily shifts from one eye to the other with a swift glance, reflecting his confusion.
"Because all my life, I did everything to try to make you notice me. I went beyond my comfort zone, I did everything I could. But from you," You look at him, gesturing towards his entire figure as if the reason were obvious, "there was nothing. Not one single acknowledgment from you. I accepted it. I moved on. I made peace with the thought of just knowing you and supporting what is good for you," You find yourself almost breathless, your words tumbling out rapidly, but each one carries sincere meaning. "You can't come now, years later, and pretend that you have a crush on me. I can't go through that again."
He takes a step forward, clearly taken aback by your outburst. "I... I'm not pretending to—"
"And I'm so tired," you interrupt him, your voice faltering, "Now that I've finally let go of you, you can't say things like this."
"Let go?" he repeats, his voice filled with disbelief, "Of me?"
"Yes, Neteyam," you persist firmly. "Let go of you. I don't want you anymore."
The night air feels heavy with unspoken regrets and unfulfilled desires as the silence underlines the shared acknowledgment of the chasm that has opened between you. Neteyam's expression shifts from disappointment to determination, a flicker of hope dancing in his eyes. "How do I make you love me, then?"
It feels ironic that he's asking you that question, considering you used to be the one who always wondered how you could make him love you whenever you saw him. You groan in frustration, feeling overwhelmed by conflicting emotions.
"I worked so hard to accept things as they are. That is not fair, Neteyam." A mix of sadness and anger can be heard in your voice.
"Please listen," he pleads, reaching out to touch your arm. You close your eyes, turning your head away. "I've been blind to your feelings, consumed by my own worries and obligations, and I didn't see what was right in front of me, hurting you in the process. I'm sorry I caused you pain. If I had known sooner…"
"What then?" you interrupt, your voice filled with bitterness. "Do you think everything would magically change, and we'd be deeply in love with a family of our own by now?"
Neteyam pauses for a moment, processing your words, and a hopeful smile crosses his face. "Yes, that's a possibility."
You groan in exasperation and attempt to push him away, your frustration boiling over. "No, Neteyam. I can't keep living in this cycle of uncertainty."
As you push him away from you, your heart heavy, you walk away with determined steps, wanting to bring as much distance between him and you as possible.
"I love you!" he shouts after you, causing you to freeze in your tracks and turn around in utter shock. "I love you. And if that's not enough, then so be it. But I would rather be damned than let you go now, heading who knows where in the middle of the night. If you don't want me, I won't approach you, I won't come near. But don't run away from me."
Desperation visible in his voice, his words reach deep into your heart; the intensity echoing in the air, leaving a profound impact on both of you.
"I've been waiting for your love for far too long," you respond bitterly.
Taking cautious steps in your direction, trying to close the physical and emotional distance between you, he asks, "Why waste more time?" It feels as if an invisible force draws you together, intertwining your fates in this pivotal moment but you remain stubborn, too exhausted and clouded from the painful burn in your heart.
"I don't want you," you declare, the words slipping out uncertainly, as if trying to convince both him and yourself.
"Then look me in the eyes when you say those words," he challenges, his voice stern, gaze unwavering.
"I don't want you," you repeat, louder this time, trying to emphasize your resolve. However, instead of looking into his eyes, your gaze fixates on his face, tracing the patterns of his glowing freckles that your mind has memorized long ago.
The moonlight bathes the scene in a gentle gleam, and you both stare at each other in complete silence, the space between you filled with suffocating tension.
A knowing smile suddenly forms on his lips. "I don't believe you."
"I don't want you, Neteyam!" you exclaim, raising your voice even more, repeating the words over and over, in a desperate attempt to convince him, "I don't want you, I don't want you, I don't want you!"
He studies you intently for another moment, his eyes filled with hope.
"Your tail gives you away," he says triumphantly, his smile growing. And that's when you finally let go of your suppressed emotions. Your lower lip begins to tremble, and before you know it, you find yourself in his warm embrace, his strong arms pulling you impossibly closer to him.
"I want you," you confessed against his chest, your voice barely audible and filled with so much vulnerability, "After everything, I still want you."
"Shh, you have me," he whispers, his voice soothing and reassuring.
You sob, the weight of your emotions finally breaking free, and he tenderly pats your head, his fingers gliding through your hair. His touch brings a sense of calmness to your racing heart and gently dries your tears.
"I'll make up for all the time lost, I promise," his voice reaches your ear, soft and full of sincerity.
His words continue to soothe you, and at one point, he hums a faint melody that resonates deep within you, gradually bringing an end to your sobs.
"Do you recall the day you asked about my plans after my Dream Hunt, and I hesitated to provide an answer?" He asks after you calm down, his voice carrying an infinite sense of solace.
Your arms still around him, you nod against his chest, every word of that conversation etched into your mind.
"That day," he continues, "I have sworn to myself to admire your eternal beauty from afar, to cherish your body, mind, and soul until the end of my days," he whispers softly in your hair, "with the hope that one day I will hold you close and claim you as my very own."
You take a deep breath, feeling overwhelmed by his words and the emotions swirling within you. Slowly, you lift your head from his chest, your teary eyes meeting his with awe.
"I... I never imagined you felt this way," you whisper, your voice hoarse and fragile from your sobs. "To think that you've carried these feelings for me all this time, it's... I don't know what to say."
"Interesting," he comments, eyes with a gleam, lips playful, "You were just as oblivious to my feelings as I was to yours, so I guess that makes us even." A mischievous bunny-like smile plays across his face, transforming him into the youthful version of himself that you have fallen deeply in love with, no longer the mighty warrior following in the footsteps of the great Toruk Makto, but the young man who has captured your heart long ago.
You can feel tears welling up in your eyes again, overwhelmed by the weight of his words and the intensity of your own emotions. With a shaky breath, you reach to your waist, gently intertwining your fingers with his.
In the warmth of his arms, you find solace for your burning heart. His arms hold you tightly, offering a sense of intimate security that you've always wished for. But then, something shifts.
The intensity of your emotions begins to wane, and as you look up at him through tear-filled eyes, you see his gaze fixed upon you with unwavering love, trying to read you as he cups your face with his large hands. His thumb gently brushes away a lingering tear on your cheek, his touch delicate against your skin. A soft, affectionate smile graces his lips as he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss against the place where your tear was mere seconds ago. The sweetness of the gesture stirs your heart, a silent affirmation of his loving nature. He continues to kiss away your tears, each touch a soothing balm to your wounded soul.
A powerful desire burns between you then, as his soft lips linger near yours. His eyes meet yours again, seeking permission, and you respond with a silent nod. Right then and there, the world around you fades into the background, and all that matters is the connection you share. With a surge of passion, his lips meet yours in a fervent kiss, the longing coming to an end, hearts intertwined.
The tender touch of his lips against yours feels like an electric jolt that sends shivers down your spine. You both pull back slowly from the passionate kiss, breathless yet connected. Your eyes meet, gazing into each other with a depth of love that words can never describe.
His eyes hold unwavering sincerity as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. "You've captured my heart in ways I can't fully express," he confesses, his voice filled with affection. "And if you'll allow me, I want to show you every day how deeply I love you."
A deep blue blush tints your cheeks as you struggle to find the right words to respond. He doesn't seem to mind as a soft smile spreads across his face. He leans in, his forehead resting against yours, adoring the tranquil moment between two souls.
Enjoying each other's presence and your newfound attraction and happiness, you spend the rest of the night hand in hand wandering around mindlessly, exchanging loving gazes, talking about everything and sweet nothing's at once like two fools in love.
"Do you remember that day?" You hear him ask cheerfully as his free hand wanders to the songcord attached to his loincloth. You follow his movement and your eyes widen as you recognize the dried petals, intricately woven into one of the beads. "It was so unconventional, going against tradition. Who has ever seen a girl giving a flower to a boy? No one. But you didn't care. You were true to yourself, and you gifted me your favorite flower, and it meant so much more than just a little gesture."
Taking aback by his words and the bittersweet memory you can't help but smile widely as you inspect his songcord but confusion grazes your face at the same time.
"Wait—What do you mean? Lo'ak told me it's your favorite flower."
"No, he told me it's your favorite."
"Well, it became my favorite after I learned that it's yours."
A boisterous laugh escapes him as he throws his head back, his chest almost vibrating, and it is so contagious that you can't help but join in, the air filled with heartfelt laughter.
"It's gonna cause quite a scandal, but Lo'ak definitely deserves a good punch when he wakes up." You laughed, knowing that he meant that half-heartedly.
He delicately cradles your hand back in his, your fingers intertwining as he brings them up, his lips softly brushing against your knuckles in a loving kiss. The touch sends a warmth through your body.
"Speaking of scandals," you say sheepishly as you reluctantly let go of his hand, "maybe it's better not to enter our village hand in hand just yet?"
He chuckles at your suggestion.
"Maybe," he agrees, his eyes filled with adoration, his face leaning slightly forward, "Can I have one last kiss before that?"
You look at him challengingly, he mirrors your expression, a playful glint in his eyes, coming closer to your face.
Your lips almost touching for the second time this night, you whisper, "Only if you catch me."
With that, you run off, your heart blooming with excitement, and his laughter follows you through the enchanting forest as the sun rises, casting its warm rays across the sky, and you know that the future holds nothing but love for the both of you.
for anyone asking, neteyam does in fact catch you and gets his kiss(es) <3
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Hello, pretty! First of all your writing is so good, I'm hooked! And if u don't mind can I request a fluff (maybe smut?) of Neteyam being so clingy in public, that man can't keep his hands to himself fr and I know for a fact that he would always rub it in people faces (especially the one's who failed to court you) like he would throw a glare when he notices someone staring at you for a second too long before kissing you on the spot while looking straight into their eyes.
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Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader
Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, mild angst, fluff, lil hint of smut
Yours (part two)
Neteyam still can’t believe you chose him.
Despite being the future Olo’eyktan and a skilled warrior, he has a tendency to view himself as less than. But you…you are easily the most beautiful and sought after woman in the clan. So, despite the fact that you’re already mated, that you’ve chosen him for life, he constantly feels the need to assert his claim in the presence of other men.
Like in the morning, when you’re helping with meal preparation. You’re always in the same spot, washing the newest collection of fruit, so he’ll easily settle against your back without so much as a hello.
“Morning, yawntutsyip (darling).” A soft smile pulls at your lips, cheeks warming under the public display of affection.
Neteyam nuzzles against your shoulder, humming lowly as his lips caress the skin of your neck. His hands completely dwarf your hips, long fingers curling around them before gently guiding you closer to him. You instantly relax against the warmth of his chest, a contented sigh adding to the quiet morning bustle.
What you don't notice is the way his eyes scan the area, pointedly glaring at every man who dares glance in your direction. It's mostly accidental, really, few would openly challenge the future Olo'eyktan for his mate, but Neteyam doesn't see it that way. Every single look, touch, conversation is something he needs to monitor closely, ensuring it doesn't go too far.
When you sit with his family for meals, he crowds in close, until his arm presses against yours and his tail firmly wraps around your waist. If you'll be with any of his siblings for the day, he practically threatens them into watching you closely too.
On the rare occasion that he can't be physically near you, he does his best to remain within eyesight. His attention locks on you, on anyone who approaches you, mentally daring them to even try acting out of line. He isn't a violent person, but Eywa, he wouldn't hesitate to protect what's his.
He's always finding ways to touch you, and you love it. You aren't fully aware of his true motives, simply appreciating how smitten he seems to be. No matter how busy he is, he makes his adoration known with a simple brush of his hand along your back in passing, or a quick peck of his lips on yours before his father inevitably rips him away.
It's mostly innocent, his little routine, until someone who once courted you pushes him too far. There are only a few who dared vie for your affections at the same time as Neteyam.
Truthfully, you didn't pay any of them much attention, only accepting their courting gifts politely as you're expected to do. From the beginning, he had your heart, your decision was made early on and there wasn’t any real competition.
But still, to this day, if one of them gets too close, lingers for too long, Neteyam is instantly on high alert. Like right now.
He's absolutely seething, jaw clenched so firmly he fears he might crack a tooth. His short nails dig into his palms, fists tightened at the ready.
“Mawey (calm), Neteyam.” His grandmother demands roughly, forcing his fingers apart as she works on his battered chest. “You are too tense for wrapping.”
He lets his hands fall onto his thighs instead, fingers splayed and pressing harshly into his skin. His head sways side to side, peering over her as she kneels before him, tending to the injuries he suffered on the latest supply run.
He doesn't pay her poking and prodding any mind, full attention locked on you across the clearing. You're helping, as you always do, dutifully patching up the wounded. He had every intention of being the one beneath your gentle hands, but his grandmother got to him first. He tried, he really did, but there's no arguing with Mo'at.
His jaw grinds as he watches you rub yalnabark into a warriors shoulder. But not just any warrior, of course, it's one of the men who once tried to court you. His heart thrums harshly between his ribs when your head tilts back ever so slightly, a beautiful laugh twinkling from your lips.
Your lips that should only ever part that way for him. Your hands that should only ever touch him. A dangerous possessiveness brews deep wtihin his belly, whispering that everything about you is his. His to claim, to touch, to protect. Just simply his.
In an instant, he's on his feet. Completely ignoring his grandmother's protests—which he knows will get him into trouble later—but he can't find it within himself to care. There's no way he can endure this for even a moment longer.
He approaches swiftly, fists clenched all over again as he stalks toward you from behind. His face is marred with a dark glare, chin dipped, gaze molten beneath his thick brow.
“That's enough.” He barks roughly, large hand covering yours to peel it from the man's skin.
A tiny gasp lodges in your throat at his sudden presence, shoulders stiffening at the firm grasp. Your muscles relax a fraction when wide eyes find your mate, but the relief only lasts for a few seconds as you take in his furious state.
“Neteyam?” Your voice is gentle, questioning, as you place a comforting hand on his bicep.
He doesn't even glance your way, the full force of his wrath locked onto the other warrior.
“Find someone else to finish.” He orders, tone dripping with finality.
The man looks up at him with a blank expression, undeterred. “She's just patching me up, man.”
Neteyam's vision blurs, red dotting his periphery as his chest tightens with rage. Where you see a man simply defending the fact that what you were doing was completely innocent, Neteyam catches the way his lips twitch into a defiant smirk. Sees the challenge swelling just below the surface.
“Like I said, find someone else to do it.” Neteyam steps forward, spine straightening as he towers over the man, ready to pounce at any moment.
“‘Teyam...” His name is a warning under your breath as you move closer, urging him to calm down.
“What? You don't trust your girl or something?” Now, it's clear that was a direct challenge, and it makes you gasp in shock.
Neteyam doesn't hesitate, jerking forward until his fingers wrap firmly around the man's throat. You can't help but cry out, hands moving to cover your mouth as the situation quickly escalates. The man’s good arm instantly claws at the tight hold restricting his airflow, eyes widening in horror.
“Neteyam, please!” You hiss, pulling at his shoulder, panic gripping you as a few curious eyes drift your way.
Finally, he relents, releasing the man and letting you jerk him away. He’s trembling with pent up emotion, muscles coiled tight, but he doesn’t want to cause a scene. Not now, while the clan is regrouping after such a stressful mission.
“Disrespect my mate again, and I’ll show you what a real warrior is capable of.” He doesn’t even sound like himself, voice deep, the warning accented with a ferocious growl.
The man simply watches you drag Neteyam away, stunned that the always docile future Olo’eytkan actually fought back.
You don’t stop until you’ve reached your shared tent, practically shoving him through the entrance. It flaps shut harshly behind you as you stomp in after him, hands resting on your hips when he turns to face you. His ears flatten at your agitation, head dipping in shame.
“What the hell was that?” You snap, fiery gaze boring into his pointedly.
“I didn’t like the way you were touching him.” He knows he took it too far, knows you did nothing wrong, but there’s no escaping the anger that still courses through him. He fights to keep his tone even when he speaks to you, desperate not to make the situation worse.
“You mean when I was tending to his wounds?” Your hands wave animatedly in exasperation, scoffing at the absurdity of it all. “I’m the future Tsahik. What do you want me to do?”
He growls low in his chest, stalking forward until you’re face to face, a mere few inches between you. “You are mine. You agreed to that when we mated. I have every right—”
“You have no right!” You can’t help but shout as frustration curls in your stomach. Your fingers shove against his chest lightly, careful to avoid his freshly wrapped injuries. “You don’t see me threatening other women for simply existing in your presence, do you?”
He forces a tense breath through pursed lips, trying to calm down. This is quickly turning into a fight between the two of you, which is the last thing he wants. He reaches out, fingers gently curling around your arms to stop you from pacing before him.
“I’m sorry, yawne (beloved). I just…I can’t stand the thought of anyone…taking you from me.” His voice is soft, quiet, face tightening as the words leave him. It’s difficult to admit this, to bring attention to his deepest insecurity.
He is the son of Toruk Makto, a mighty warrior, and the future leader of the clan. He isn’t supposed to feel such things, to worry about losing you to another. He’s supposed to exude hard edges and confidence at all times. Not weakness, like he shows now as he stands before you, bearing it all.
“Oh, Nete.” You coo, eyes rounding as you cup his cheek softly. He leans into the touch, eyes fluttering closed with a heavy sigh.
You had no idea he held this turmoil inside, was fighting to remain stoic while watching your every interaction with another. It all makes sense now, his constant desire to keep you close. It wasn’t coming from a place of love, but rather uncertainty.
“I am yours, okay? Come here.” Your gentle touch guides him those last few inches closer, until his lips brush yours in a light caress.
He responds eagerly, relief flooding his system at the fact that you aren’t upset with him, that you understand. His palms skim down your arms before releasing you so he can engulf your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
His tongue parts your lips, laying claim to your mouth as he groans slowly, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. The kiss quickly becomes feverish, passionate as the desire to assert his ownership of you becomes overwhelming.
You pull away suddenly, fingers tangling in his braids to tug his lips from yours. He growls in protest, chasing your touch as you lean back a few inches. Your heavy-lidded gaze meets his, chest heaving as your heart thrums wildly.
“How do you want me?” You purr, sultry eyes blinking up at him through thick lashes.
“What?” He pants, breathless from the insinuation beneath your words alone. His tail twitches to attention at his back, swaying with excitement.
“I will prove that no other man could even come close to taking me away. Now, how do you want me?” Your fingertips trail down the column of his throat, causing a shiver to roll down his spine.
“On your knees.” The command is gritted through clenched teeth, cock already straining behind his loincloth.
You instantly obey, slowly kneeling before him, hands smoothing down his broad chest and tight stomach on the way down. Your fingers make quick work of releasing his pulsing length, gaze flicking over the huge appendage eagerly as it springs free. Sharp teeth catch your lower lip, tongue wetting your lips in anticipation.
Your eyes catch his just as your mouth closes around his swollen tip, watching in satisfaction as a long moan rumbles his chest, head tilting back at the feeling.
You settle into the floor, finding a comfortable position, ready to show him just how much you belong to him, and only him.
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“Don’t be a skxawng, just ask her.”
pairings: neteyam x reader
warnings: cute, fluff, bad writing
key: skxawng - moron, muntxa - mate
summary: Neytiri and Jake talk about you and Neteyam being perfect for each other.
As long as Neytiri could remember, Neteyam always followed you everywhere.
Where ever Y/n L/n is, Neytiri’s eldest son was glued right by her side.
Didn’t matter if they were five or fifteen, he had always been there, never embarrassed once by Y/n’s akward energetic personality.
Neytiri always kept an eye on the two kids, and couldn’t help but notice her and Jake in them.
As Y/n was passionately talking and Neteyam was listening, Neytiri was watching from afar, as Jake walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her.
“Hey gorgeous, what are you looking at,” he asked his lover.
As Neytiri glanced at her mate, she motioned at the kids. “Your son is in love, you know this?”
Jake spots the two laughing and nods in acknowledgment. “Yea, Neteyam’s been following her around for years now.”
Neytiri wistfully sighed and leaned her head against Jake’s chest and looked up at him.
“Oh ma Jake, Neteyam is in love. He grows to fast,” she said, wiping a tear away.
“Neytiri,” Jake starts.
“You know he loves you very much, being in love doesn’t change that.”
Neytiri nods in agreement. “I know this, but why my son is not brave to ask to court her, I do not know,” she scoffs.
“Yeah, that one is definitely something we need to work on with him.”
Neytiri sighed, “Oh ma ‘Teyam. Y/n is good for him, yes?”
Jake nods, staring at the said person laughing.
“She will make great Tsahik,” Neytiri says with no hint of uncertainty in her voice.
“No doubt she will,” Jake agrees.
Hearing a crash, the parents turn to the noise to see Neteyam holding Y/n, as if she has tripped and he caught her.
Toruk Makto and his wife stood, silently urging their son to make a move.
As the pause between the teenagers had been prolonged, Neteyam cleared his throat and stepped back.
The adults facepalmed and looked at each other.
“Your son is stupid,” Neytiri said, turning to Jake.
“My son? He’s a momma’s boy, that’s all you,” Jake retorted.
Before they could continue arguing, Neteyam walked away from Y/n, headed in their direction.
“Mother, Father, what are you doing here,” their son asked in confusion.
“Apparently watching you be a stupid skxawng,” Jake answered his ignorant son.
As Neteyam spluttered, Neytiri held a hand to silence him.
“You must, what is it you say ma Jake, ‘man up?’ Is that how you say? You must ‘man up’ and ask her to be your muntxa, if you like her that is?”
Neteyam paused for a brief moment, trying to choose his words wisely.
“Yes..” he started. “I like her. A lot.”
“Then I see no problem, go ask her,” Neytiri told her son.
Neteyam nodded and turned to find the said girl when he was suddenly stopped by his father.
“Hey, Neteyam,” Toruk Makto called out.
“Yes sir?”
“Don’t be a skxawng, just ask her.”
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A/N: Please comment what you think!! I might have an idea for part 2 or I might make another imagine similar to this for when Neteyam asks Y/n 🤭
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the arrangement (mini series) - chapter 1: good morning and goodbye
pairing: neteyam sully x omatikaya reader
word count: 2.1k
summary: enemies to lovers trope; you and neteyam are enemies, destined to be the future leaders of the omatikaya clan. will you continue to hate each other or find a way for the arranged mate ship to work?
warning: angst, v light cussing, complex past between characters, prolly some misspellings lol.
announcement: this is the first chapter of my first ever mini series! I'm so excited to write the rest and make a full story out of this <3 stay tuned for the rest! enjoy!
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The sun shone bright through the thick branches of the trees, the light blinding your eyes. You held your arm up, struggling to block the sun from your eyes. You made your way from your home to the center of the Omatikaya village, gathering for the morning meeting. The village was busy, villagers finishing up their breakfast quickly to make the beginning of the meeting.
You sighed, scanning the crowd to find your family. They had left before you, irritated at your lack of awareness of the time. After a moment, you saw the back of your mother and navigated your way through the crowd of bodies. You nudged your way through, getting closer to your mom.
“Oh, finally” your mother said, once you tapped her when you got to her, “I told your father I was going to skin you if you were late.”
You rolled your eyes, sighing again. “I’m here mother; I told you I’d be here.”
Your mother shook her head, looking from you towards the front of the crowd. “You never find these meetings important.”
You shrugged, already annoyed by being there. You looked towards the front of the crowd, too, waiting for the village meeting to start. There had been rumors of sky-people approaching the village territory and Jake Sully, the Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya clan, requested that the village gathers together to discuss what to do if the sky-people were to invade.
After a moment, Jake walked onto the platform, his family close behind him. Your eyes scanned the rest of the family, your eyes grazing each one of them. Neytiri, Jake’s mate, stood close to Jake, listening closely to Jake’s speech. Their children Lo’ak, Kiri, Tuk, and Neteyam stood in a line next to Neytiri. You sharply inhaled when your eyes landed on Neteyam, grimacing at the way his chest puffed up, his eyes grazing the audience. Suddenly, you and Neteyam made eye-contact and you clenched your jaw. Neteyam smirks, looking away and breaking eye-contact with you after a moment.
You and Neteyam had a long, extensive history. You had been familiar with each other since the day you were born and have had problems with each other since. There was always a rivalry between each other, always trying to prove you were better than each other and never able to understand each other the same way other young Na’vi were able to. It also didn’t help that you were rumored to be paired to be future Tsahìk and Olo’eyktan.
For the rest of the meeting, you avoided looking at Neteyam, too afraid to find him looking back at you. When the meeting is over, you go to turn around, but your mom grabs ahold of your bicep spinning you back around.
“Come with me,” Your mother says, tapping your father’s shoulder signaling to follow her too.
You struggle against her grip, but eventually submitting under her grasp. Your mom dragged you to the front of the stage, meeting the Sullys. Your stomach dropped as you rounded the corner, running right into Neteyam.
“Y/n,” Neteyam said, peering down at you. You huffed in response, turning your body towards Jake and Neytiri.
Your parents bowed at the sight of Jake and Neytiri and you followed knowing that if you didn’t you’d get an earful once you got home. Plus, you liked the Sullys; they were great leaders, such kind people and you were friends with Kiri. However, you always wondered if Neteyam was adopted. There was no way a rude Na’vi such as Neteyam was created by Jake and Neytiri.
“Please, don’t feel the need to bow.” Jake said, lifting your mother’s posture to stand up straight.
Your mother smiled, nodding. She folded her hands in front of her, trying to be best on her best behavior. “You wanted to speak with us, Jake?”
The wind blew, causing a chill to run up for your body. You wished you had brought a cover-up, but you were deceived by the bright, warm sun that entered your home when you were on your way out earlier.
Jake waved his kids away, telling them to finish their chores. Neteyam went to join his siblings, but his father grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. “Not you, Neteyam.” Jake said, shooting his son a scowl.
“Yes, I wanted to discuss Y/N and Neteyam’s future together.” Jake said, letting Neytiri grasp his bicep with her small hands.
“We thought it would be important to have them become acquainted with each other considering their… complex history.” Neytiri said, trying to keep a smile on her face towards the end.
You could almost feel your mother’s excitement beside you. When you had been born, wood sprites from the tree of souls surrounded you acknowledging your pure soul. Since then, Jake and Neytiri determined you would be the perfect for their first-born son, Neteyam. As long as you could remember, you were to be Neteyam’s mate. Every female in the Omatikaya has told you how lucky you are because you would be the future Tsahìk and mate to the gorgeous Neteyam Sully. The first part you knew was true, you would be the future Tshaìk, but the part about Neteyam being ‘gorgeous’ was debatable. At least for now.
You felt nauseous, the thought of discussing you and Neteyam having a future, together, was too much.
“I agree,” Your father said, “They will be mated soon, correct?”
Neytiri nodded, a smile reappearing on her face. You always thought she was beautiful. “Yes, we should plan a ceremony to introduce them to the clan as a pair and future leaders in case anything were to happen to me and Jake during one of these raids by the sky-people.” Her eyes nervously shifted to Jake, thinking about anything happening to her or her mate.
You crossed your arms, looking away. You noticed Neteyam glancing at you and looking down at the ground, his braids covering his face. In the moment, listening to your parents discuss your future with Neteyam, you couldn’t help but think of all the times you and Neteyam had a spat with each other.
There was the time he whispered about you to his friends as you walked by, sneaking up behind you to pull your tail. You hissed; he laughed shaking his head at your reaction. There was also the time you slept in a hammock, your body exhausted from chores and Neteyam tipped you over, leaving you to stumble to the ground. Prank after prank, they continued to get irritating as the years went on. During training, your relationship never eased. Both you and Neteyam aimed to outdo each other every chance you got. Eventually, each of your friends suggested it would be best to stay away from each other.
Your mother patted your shoulder, bringing you back into the conversation and out of your thoughts. “Are you listening, y/n?” she asks, a curious look on her face.
You nodded, “Yes, I am.”
Beside you, Neteyam snickered knowing very well that you weren’t listening at all.
“Got something to say, son?” Jake asked, looking towards Neteyam.
Neteyam’s ears went back, and he shook his head, “No sir.”
Jake nodded, “Good, I didn’t think so.”
Neytiri rolled her eyes, re-focusing back on the topic at hand. “So, we thought it would be good to encourage Neteyam and Y/N to get to know each other and create some sort of bond before the ceremony.”
“Mom I-,” Neteyam said, his eyes widening. Jake shushes Neteyam, shooting him a disappointed look. Neteyam focuses his gaze on the ground again. You laughed softly, shaking your head at the idea of dating Neteyam in preparation to be officially mated and formerly introduced to the clan.
Jake clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. Neytiri’s hands fell of his arm, and she frowned at his abrupt movement.
“I’ve had it with both of your shenanigans, constantly arguing with each other. You’re both destined to be the future leaders of this clan it’s about time you start acting like it.” Jake said, pointing his finger at you and Neteyam. “I don’t know where this rivalry between you two came from, but it has to end. You are going to be mated, very soon if it’s up to me, and it’s much easier to at least like your mate rather than be miserable for the rest of your life. End of story.”
You felt your teeth clench, your face heating up with embarrassment from being scolded by the Olo’eyktan. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Neteyam peak a look at you and then back at the ground.
Your mother sniffed, trying to break the silence. “Shall we leave the children to talk and have tea at our home?” she said, looking at your father for support.
Jake and Neytiri agreed, leaving you and Neteyam alone together with one final look. For a second, you stood in front of Neteyam awkwardly. Then, you thought how insane this was, mating with Neteyam. You could never be physically, or spiritually, tied to Neteyam. You didn’t want to, you wouldn’t.
“Good morning,” Neteyam said, drawing a blank at what to say to you. He regretted his choice of wording when he saw your face.
“Good morning, and goodbye.” You said, turning to march away from him.
“Y/n,” Neteyam called after you, “Stop, for one second.”
You walked away, not turning around to meet his request. You only got a few feet away from him when you felt a hand on your shoulder, spinning you around.
You are greeted by Neteyam’s tall stature, peering through your eyelashes at him. Neteyam crossed his arms once you fully faced him.
“We need to talk about this,” Neteyam said
“No, we don’t because it’s not happening.” You said, crossing your arms to match him.
“I don’t think we have a choice, Y/n”
You scoffed, “Yes the hell we do, we can’t be forced into a mateship. I won’t be forced into a mateship, especially with you.”
Neteyam rolled his eyes, although he was slightly amused by your attitude. He had submitted to the idea of being your mate long ago, his parents talking about it any chance they get. Although he wasn’t fond of the idea, his clan came first even if that meant being in an arranged courtship.
“Look,” Neteyam said with a huff, “I don’t want to do this just as much as you but I’m tired of being targeted by my dad’s wrath because of your distain for me. I know we’ve had a complicated past but we’re adults now, about to be presented as future leaders of the clan. We should just move on.”
You rolled your eyes, “Oh, sure. You get to decide when we move on when I’ve been the one subjected to your childish and vicious pranks.”
“I haven’t prank you in a while and only because I knew us mating would be coming up soon.”
Your jaw dropped open slightly, “thanks for sparing me, Neteyam.” You turned around, walking away to exit the conversation. Neteyam didn’t miss a beat, only a pace behind you.
“Y/n, stop being stubborn.” Neteyam said, adjusting his pace to match yours.
“I’m not being stubborn; I just don’t want to mate with you.”
Neteyam grimaced at your tone and abruptness. “We don’t have a choice and like I said, I’m tired of being yelled at by my dad about this whole thing.”
You stayed silent the rest of the short walk to your home. Neteyam let you be, continuing to walk beside you until you reached your front door. You turned around to look at Neteyam briefly who stood a few feet from you.
When you made eye-contact, a weird feeling coursed through you. When you looked at his face, you saw Neteyam as a small child, his shoulder length braids framing his round cheeks. For a moment, you thought you saw the innocence in him, the mutual experience of being forced into a courtship and the weight of being leaders of an entire clan. You had heard rumors from other female Na’vi in the clan, learning about his kind and gentle side from them. You never understood where his anger towards you came from, but you always assumed it was the resistance against having his mate chosen for him. You had felt that same anger too. At the same time, you almost, just almost, saw the attractiveness that buzzed around the Omatikaya girls as he stood on your doorstep after walking you back home. His tall stature, his defined chest…
You shook the feelings off, breaking eye-contact. “Bye, Neteyam.”
You stepped in the doorway, beginning to close the door. Neteyam reached out, his hand holding the door open. “I’ll pick you up at noon tomorrow.” Before you could say anything, Neteyam was gone.
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Making Up For Lost Time - Neteyam
Praise mother @cinetrix 🧎♀️for this creation and let’s all thank @amora16447 for this request of a part 2 or otherwise I really wouldn’t have made a part 2 for swaynivi. Hope you enjoy now sit back and relax and enjoy this 7K read. (Can be read at a stand alone)
Summary: after not seeing each other for a week, Neteyam gifts you with a surprise and makes up for lost time.
Warning: PORNNNN WITH A PLOT BABY. oral (f), fingering, dry humping, grinding, overstimulation , sex and a little fluff ( cause I’m a sucker for a soft Neteyam sue me)
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"The boy moves down your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses lingering. His mouth just hovers over where you need him the most. 'Don't worry, Y/n. Once I'm done with you, you won't be able to move or even think of leaving this place.'"
Feeling Neteyam's hot breath flush against your skin sent excitement to course through your veins. "So pretty, Y/n." Your back arched off the surface of the swaynivi; you still couldn't get over the fact that Neteyam had crafted this beautiful woven nest just for the two of you. With strong hands, Neteyam lifted your slender legs slightly to throw them over his shoulder to better access your mound. Your loincloth was long gone, exposing your glistening heat to his greedy eyes. "Did I do this, Yawne, or was it from Lo'ak?"
The question threw you off, causing your mind to spin with anticipation. Neteyam's lips had yet to meet the place that craved his touch the most, and just when you thought it couldn't get any more frustrating, he mentioned his brother. But then it hit you. Earlier, in an act of revenge for Neteyam's absence from training, Lo'ak drenched both of you with a bucket of water. He tried to sabotage Neteyam's special gift for you, but nothing could dampen the intensity of this moment. As your hands glided over the silky texture of the swaynivi, you couldn't help but yearn for Neteyam's embrace, hoping to convey just how desperate you were becoming.
"It was you, Ma'Teyam." You moaned out, reaching your hands towards his hair as he pressed open-mouth kisses along the inner of your thighs. "Always gonna be you, baby."
The man's eyes shined with excitement, seeing you grow with need. "That's right syulang." He moaned out, then pressed a kiss to the top of your mound, making you squirm, but Neteyam's huge hands slid from your thighs to your hips, keeping you in place on top of the branch-like structure. The sun shined down onto your sweaty bodies, and you could feel the breeze against your blue bodies. "Always gonna be the one making this pussy wet." Finally, his soft lips pressed a kiss onto your velvet skin.
You gasped out, feeling his kiss on your outer lips which turned into a high pitch whine as he licked straight from the small patch of flesh located just under your opening to flatten his tongue against you entirely, licking a form but sensual lick up towards your clit circling the tip of his tongue against it before sucking down onto the little swollen bud. "Praise Ewya, holyshot." Hearing your broken English, Neteyam couldn't help but lose himself in the sounds of your pleasure. It drove him crazy. He moved his hands from your hips to your legs that were still thrown over his shoulder and pinned them to the nest, putting your legs in the butterfly position, stretching you out, allowing him to completely bury himself deep in your cunt.
Your back couldn't help but arch as the pressure from his tongue was almost too much. Feeling his tongue ravishing your heat was an unworldly experience. The soft textured muscle flickered around your clit, continuously. Your hands reached for his braids, needing to touch him. "Neteyam, it's so good." Once you felt the silky soft braids, you clenched around them. Neteyam's amber eyes locked down onto your own. He pulled away from your mound with a kiss, then held onto his blinding smile.
"I've got you, baby girl." His swollen lips caught your attention, and his face was wet, not from Lo'ak's bucket of water this time. Your slick covers him, from his broad nose to his chin. "Making up for lost time," he says.
Your busy schedules have made it challenging to find intimate moments together. You often wake up and go to sleep alone because Neteyam leaves early and comes home late. But the sweet notes and tiny gifts he leaves for you, along with your efforts to ensure he has food, even if it's cold, keep you connected. Packing him goodies baskets with a heart-stitched cloth you made yourself, filled with his favorite fruits and nuts, shows how much you care for him. It's these thoughtful gestures that strengthen your bond.
Without the constant touch of Neteyam's lips and the warmth of his body against yours, your days feel dull and lacking that spark. Waking up without his arms wrapped around you leaves your heart longing for something important. The nights have been lonely as you wait for him in bed, with your limbs yearning for his touch. While spending time with the other clan women helps keep you occupied, they just can't compare to Neteyam. Your nights are filled with dreams of him, and your mind often wanders to the times your lips were locked together.
"Been so long since I've seen my pretty girl’s pussy. Too long." A loud screech-like moan left your mouth as Neteyam sucked down onto your clit, circling your opening with his pointer finger teasing you.
"Nete, please, I'm almost-" Your words were caught in your throat as his tongue dropped, slurping your juices, and moaning against your heat while kneading your soft skin. His tongue poked at your entrance, making Neteyam moan more from your taste. You were better than anything the man had eaten in his life.
The vibrations from his tongue sent goosebumps to litter your skin. Your hips buckled against his face while your eyes rolled in the back of your head, feeling the familiar hot coil forming in the pit of your stomach.
Your body tensed up, making Neteyam quicken his pace thrusting his tongue deeply within you, smothering himself within your wet cunt to the point where his nose nuzzled your swollen bud. "Teyammm." You dragged on, feeling his wide nose add such delicious press into your clit, sending you to orgasm. Your body arched itself off the floor, tensing through your pleasure's haze. Neteyam, however, wasn’t giving up his tongue swirling. He wanted to drink you dry. Seeing your body convulse on his tongue had him pulling away from your sweet cunt with a winning smile but holding such a scary lustful look in his eyes.
"Was that good, Yawne?" Your body still switched here and there as his hands left your legs to rest while he climbed over your sweaty body to kiss your lips.
A tingle spread through your insides as his open-mouth kisses trailed your hot skin. The sensation and his loving touches filled your heart. His mouth lingered on your cheek, quickly kissing your lips, allowing you to get some juice in your mouth. "Ma'Y/n, I need words."
Your hands flew towards his face, pulling him into a kiss, mumbling against him, "So good, Neteyam." Your mouths moved together intensely in unison before he pulled away to kiss along your jaw. "You always make me feel so good." Your voice sounded strained, but neither of you took notice.
"Not recently," Neteyam confessed, his guilty expression causing you to prop yourself up on your elbows. He pulled away momentarily, only to settle himself back into his rightful place between your legs. His eyes met yours, filled with a mix of longing and anticipation.
"Muntxatan," you reached out to caress his wet cheek, making him lean into your touch. "You've been busy-" Neteyam silences your protests with a passionate kiss filled with lust and passion, pushing you back onto the structure. His lips press firmly against yours, and his tongue forcefully enters your mouth, claiming you as his prize. His hands slide down your sides, then slowly begin to tease you. Your body responds to his touch, your heart beating faster as the blood rushes to your cheeks. You try to pull away, but Neteyam holds you in place. You utterly surrendered to him.
"I should never be too busy for you ever." He pulls away to run his hands through your loose hair. "Without you, I'd be nothing, yawne." He kisses you with the same passion as his hands cupped your boobs in his warm grasp, making you crave his touch again. "When was the last time I'd taken care of my girl? I have to make it up to you." You knew he remembered the last time you were intimate, but he wanted to see you squirm for him, and honestly, who were you to deny your handsome husband?
"7 days." This made Neteyam shake his head in disbelief as if he couldn't believe he hadn't been with you intimately for a week.
"7 days." The warrior mumbles, disappointed with himself. "7 days since I've sunk my cock into that warm cunt." Your breath caught in your throat as his lips caressed your jaw, making his way back down your body, leaving you trembling from need. "7 days since I took care of my girl, but don't worry, yawne; I'll make up for lost time."
Truthfully, you had missed the feel of Neteyam's intimate touch; you longed for his skin, lips, caresses, and breath against your neck. You craved how his fingers gently glide up your thighs, teasing you and building anticipation. Just one touch from him sets your body on fire, making your heart flutter joyfully.
"I've missed you, Teyam." You close your eyes as he kisses your hips while his hands gently part your legs, sliding a finger through your folds and sending shivers down your spine.
"Mmm," he hummed, taking his time kissing every tiny part of your skin, making patterns along your blue strips, nearing where you needed him the most. "Well, good thing we now have a place to make up for lost time." Finally, his middle finger circled your opening before sinking into your wet, warm entrance.
You immediately moaned his name, reaching your hand to your face while the other reached for his touch. The muscles in his arms bulged as his arm wrapped itself under your leg to your extended hand, causing some of his hair strains to fall perfectly in front of his face. The way he didn't even have to try and look good always amazed you.
"Keep looking at me." You didn't mean for the words to escape your lips, but it seemed that they had a mind of their own.
Neteyam's eyes are piercing with a desire to yours as your words tumble out of your mouth. He looks into your bright blue eyes and smiles seductively, and his finger pulls out only to add another to stroke your insides softly. His intense and passionate gaze sends a hot flush across your cheeks. You feel your toes curl and hear a slight moan escape your lips, not knowing where it came from. "You want my attention, baby girl?" Neteyam kissed the skin of your mound continuously, the slow and steady pace of his fingers pumping in and out of your sweet pussy. "Didn't have it for a week, so you don't know how to act?" His words had you tighten your grip on his fingers in your wet walls.
"Just so goddamn handsome." You bellowed, watching as he grinned at your compliment and continued looking at you with his intense, smoldering gaze. He slowly lowers himself back to you, his tongue trailing across your velvet lips in a slow, provocative kiss. His lips meet your skin again, his mouth open as his tongue probes its way into your folds.
Neteyam's hands tighten on yours as his fingers begin to scissor inside your vagina, plunging as far back as his fingertips feel the soft sponge within. Your flesh is warm and wet to his touch, tingling his spine.
The sensation had you tilted your head back against the soft surface of the swaynivi. Neteyam sucked hard on your clit, making you jerk your attention back down towards your husband. His eyes pierced towards you, entirely darkened by lust, only allowing the slightest ring of fire to be seen. "Keep looking at me." He took your words out of your mouth. "Just so goddamn sexy."
"Ma'teyam." You moaned out with loud cries, whimpers, and other embarrassing sounds, but Neteyam's fingers pumped into you, and the work of his flicking tongue on your bud was so intense. Your stomach tensed as heat increased within your walls. "Te- Teyam-yam." Your stutter moan fell through your oval-shaped, open expression. Your eyebrows were bunched together, and you looked dazed as you watched him completely devour you. Noticing how close you were, Neteyam made sure not to change his form pace, only perfecting the hits to your g-spot over and over until. "Ne-"A loud squeal cut you short as another orgasm seemed to rush over your entire body like your nerve’s fireworks.
Your blue eyes glossed over, and your hand was interlocked with his. You tried to squirm away, but his stronghold kept you in place to help you work through your high. His lips continued to caress your sensitive, wet skin as he felt that your orgasm had run its course.
Your skin is covered with sweat, and you still have this achy kind of burning sensation within your clit, but it feels good. He made you feel so good. You didn't move as you watched him slowly climb over your flattened body to press kisses against your hot nipples, mended with the heat of his mouth.
"Teyam." You squeal, feeling the sensation, especially since you have just come off your second high for the evening. He chuckled against your skin, sending vibrations against your breast, causing you to gasp breathlessly. "Too sensitive." Neteyam's lips slipped off you with a pop, instantly bringing his eyes back in yours, searching for your attention to check for reassurance.
As you and Neteyam shared a tender moment, he gently sucked off the juices from his fingers before caressing your face. Your eyes, still droopy, revealed the aftermath of your shared intimacy. However, what truly made Neteyam's heart swell was the silly grin that adorned your sweet lips. His love for you was evident as he chuckled, feeling intoxicated by your sweet taste. Neteyam's tender lips pressed against the corners of your lips, his nose playfully nudging against yours. "You still with me, muntxate?" He whispered making you let out soft giggles.
"You make me feel so good." Your voice was a soft, cheeky whisper.
Neteyam kisses you softly, he looks down at you and smiles. His hands caress your arms, and he strokes your hair gently. Neteyam looks into your eyes and gazes at you with love and affection. He then kisses you softly, filling you with passion and desire. This is exactly what you need: his warm, comforting, sensual embrace. He takes your breath away, and you don't want to let him go. You are his, and he is yours.
You feel him nimble on your bottom lip, accidentally grinding his painfully hard cock against your sweaty skin. His loincloth was still on, keeping his dick from springing to action. You moan, feeling the familiar bulge and wanting to see it. "Neteyam," you whimpered against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, and wiggling your hips, trying to feel his clothed cock against your pussy.
Neteyam pulls away from the passionate kiss and trails a couple of soft caresses up your neck and to your ear. "Still not ready to stop?" He slowly rocked his hips back into yours, allowing him to feel that friction. He wanted to rip his loincloth off and fuck into you so bad, but he was on a mission to make up for lost time.
"Neteyam, I want you inside of me so bad." You growl out to your mate. Making him smile down at you, then gently tap your jaw with a finger.
"Relax, and let me explore your body some more." He whispers seductively into your ear, and you shiver as your body responds to his touch and the way his hips rocked against your own.
Neteyam then kisses your neck, slowly down to your chest. As the warm breeze drifts over your skin, he takes a moment to admire your exposed flesh before slowly gliding his lips and tongue across your sensitive skin. He pulls back slightly and meets your gaze, with a smile of satisfaction on his face as he watches you take in the sensation of his touch.
"Gotta be the luckiest warrior ever to have you be my mate, Y/n. So pretty." His praises did more work, riling you back up more than you expected. But Neteyam's words always made you feel incredible.
"Oh, Teyam." Your breaths come in quick, like shallow gasps as his lips explore your body more intimately. His tongue teases over your breasts, and his lips gently nibble your skin. He slowly sucks on your sensitive spots, caressing your body with firm yet gentle hands. He takes his time, thoroughly enjoying every inch of your beautiful body as he moves slowly down your curves. His kisses get hungrier, more passionate.
"Oh my," you gasped as his tongue licked up from the bottom of your breast to latch himself onto your left nipple. The most sensitive one. Exotic sounds or some form of Neteyam's name was all you could muster out from the pleasure, then to add fire to the fiery, his cock was grinding in all the right spots on your very sensitive mound.
"Teyam, please." He moaned against you, sending shockwaves through your body toward your heat, which paralyzed you due to the sensation. "Cock-" words choked from your lips as his thrust became quicker, harder.
Neteyam was fighting so hard not to cum as he looked up at you with your eyes rolled in the back of your head with your teeth biting your now swollen lips. His hand flew towards your hips and started to add more grinding force feeling a little precum cover the inside of his loincloth while the exterior was all soaked due to your wet pussy. She was swollen and sensitive but greedy after not having her man for so long, willing to take anything Neteyam was doing to her, especially if that meant coming again.
Between his tongue latching into your nip, flickering in a fast motion, and his dick gliding against your clit, darkness covered your vision as fire spread through you. Every nerve in your body tingles with pleasure, sending goosebumps down from another high. Neteyam slammed his hips against yours abruptly stalling his motions to keep himself from coming, almost like he was punishing himself from pleasure.
His lips pulled away from you. "Good girl, yawne. You did amazing for me. Can't get over how blessed I am." He whispers sweet praises, staring down at your closed eyes, just waiting to get a glimpse of those blue eyes.
As he tenderly brushed away the strands of hair from your face, a mix of sweat and anticipation filled the air. You slowly opened your eyes with a mischievous grin, meeting his gaze. Blushing, your body still tingling from his touch, you couldn't help but playfully tease him. "I should be saying 'blessed,'" you chuckled, leaning closer. Gently kissing his lips, you whispered seductively, "If you were a god, I would definitely be worshiping you right now."
Neteyam grins and gently places his fingers on your chin, lifting it so you are forced to look back at him. He brings his face closer, and his lips meet yours again in a fierce and passionate kiss. There is no holding back; all there is desire and pure want. You can taste his lust as it flows over your tongue. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest as it thuds against yours. You are drowning in his touch, your body trembling with pleasure.
Your mound felt sore, but your walls ached for a different reason. They needed him; more specifically, they needed the girth between his legs, which always seemed to ease the pain. "Neteyam." Hearing you mumble his name against his lips, the warrior pulled away to stare back into your ocean eyes.
"Yes, Yawne?" Neteyam asks, his eyes filled with desire as he watches your lips move against his. You want him. You need him. Your voice sounds distant as if it's coming from another place, another time. You can feel your body wanting him and your heart needing him. You are lost, lost in Neteyam and his touch.
"I want your cock." Seeing the mischievous sprinkle in his eyes, you couldn't stop rambling. "Like I want your cock Teyam. I've been such a good girl, haven't I been? Just like…" You're a mess from his touch and couldn’t get enough of him. "Just fuck me already."
Neteyam let a cursed moan escape his lips upon hearing those sinful words. Your words instantly flush his face with passion, and he bites his lips in an attempt to hold back his emotions. "You've been so good, baby. My perfect girl." He looks down at you momentarily before leaning down and kissing you passionately, running his fingers through your long hair. Your hands ran down his back until they reached over towards his loincloths, loosing it for him, making him chuckle into the heated kiss. "Wanted to make it up for you, yawne." If you weren't so fucked out, you would swoon over his words, but you felt almost animalistic for this man.
Your sweaty hands yanked onto the material, clawing at his skin, until you pulled it down the curve of his toned ass. Before Neteyam could process, he felt your tiny hand palm at his butt, then felt your right hand grip the base of his tail immediately, causing him to thrust into you. "Didn't know you wanted it that bad, Y/n?" You let out a playful whine, causing him to chuckle, and you couldn't help but join in, laughing along with him.
"Neteyam, please stop making me beg." Your mate's eyes widen, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pulling away from your body to sit on the back of his legs. Your eyes instantly trailed down his handsome face to reach his broad shoulders. Your eyes trailed down his sculpted chest to his toned abs, taking him in and making your mouth water. However, as your eyes followed down his lean build, you stopped once you landed on his still-covered cock.
The navy-blue material hung loose off his erect penis. And the way it seemed to drape over the considerable bulge had your hands squeezing from anticipation. Your mouth watering just thinking of it. Neteyam couldn't help but let a smirk appear as he looked at your hungry gaze. "If you stare any longer, you'll burn a hole through the fabric."
You wiggle your hips while reaching toward the cloth. "What if I wanted that to happen." You grabbed onto the silk material, slowly pulling it away, and watched with widened eyes. Once the material left his member, his dick bounced in the air, practically screaming for attention. "Oh, Eywa."
His once soft purplish/pink tip is now a hot pink, and the blue base of his cock looked rock solid with veins running along the length. It looks so painfully that you swear you can see the veins pulsing even from your position with your back on the floor of the swaynivi. "Neteyam, I need it."
Your hand reached out to grab his swollen tip seeing his pre-cum glisten in the sunshine. As your fingertips barely graze the skin, Neteyam gently pushed you away from him, taking himself in hand to slip his coated tip against your sensitive cunt. Your legs squirmed at the sensation, and your hands flew to your face.
"Does this feel good, my pretty girl?" He lays his neglected throbbing cock between your folds, rolling his hip at an experimental pace causing whimpers to escape both of your mouths.
"Neteyam." You could only muster out his name as he found his rhythm between your velvet lips. Your slick covered his member, making it easy for him to slide up and down onto your clit. You were so sensitive that your body started shaking from the pleasure.
The way your breast jiggled with his thrust Neteyam was losing his composure. One hand left your hip to guide the tip of his cock towards your gaping hole, sinking just his tip in before pulling back to run it back to your bud. "Put it in." You whined, feeling his tip tease you back and forth. Neteyam fused his nonexistent eyebrows, causing a crinkle on the top of his nose. He was concentrating.
Neteyam slapped his tip against your bud again, having you arch off the floor. "Yawne, I think you can give me one more, then I'll stuff you full to the rim." Immediately you groaned in despair, anger, and pleasure all in one. "Oh, don't be like that after I've given you three orgasms, my flower." Your arms felt shaky as you tried to sit up, but Neteyam immediately shut that down by placing a hand on your chest. He knew you were getting antsy and loved every frustrated groan leaving your lips. "Just one more, yawne, and I promise you'll have me. I just need you to cum again for me, baby girl." Meanwhile, this is happening. Neteyam never stopped running his tip through and over your folds.
Your body jerked and spasmed as his hips rotated into you, hitting all the right angles against your sensitive area. Your eyes closed, taking in the pleasure of his hard cock humping against your clit, creating delicious friction. "So pretty Yawne." Your heart pounds in your chest as it doesn't take long for you to feel that hot tension within you again for the fourth time tonight.
Hearing those sweet moans escape your lips, Neteyam's senses were overrun with desire. The way your soft wet skin felt against his member had him leaking pre-cum all over your sweet folds. With the amount of slick forming from you both, you could feel it drip down your cheeks to pool around your tail to leak in the smooth structure of the hand-crafted nest. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hand slipped towards your breast fumbling them in his hand while thrusting his tip over your swollen clit.
Your curses mixed with his name echoed through the air as your body reacted to the intense build-up within you. With a sudden jolt, your vivid blue eyes burst open, locking onto Neteyam's captivating presence. His braids danced before his face, while the glistening sweat on his body created a halo of sunlight, casting him in a godly light. And oh, those eyes of his, dark and primal, seemed to pierce your very soul. He looked absolutely irresistible, and the sight of him pushed you beyond the edge of control. It was a moment of raw desire and primal attraction.
"Teyam." You manage to moan out, feeling the intensity of the orgasm wash over you and blur your vision. Your skin felt like it was on fire. There was a buildup of tension in your abdomen that arches your back and curls your toes, almost like a clenching feeling.
Without warning, Neteyam trailed the tip of his cock down from your clit, to your opening, ramming himself in your warm and wet hole. A broken loud moan escaped your lips, causing birds to fly out of the enormous tree.
“Fucking shit," Neteyam moaned and grabbed your legs to wrap them around his waist, wasting no time jackhammering inside your overstimulated clenched walls. You were unbelievably tight, squeezing his member as you were settling from your high, but the way Neteyam positioned your hips, lifting them up to meet his thrust, your eyes rolled in the back of your head from the sensation.
Neteyam was completely lost in you, his murmurs filled with the sheer pleasure of your touch. By denying himself earlier, he had built up an exquisite anticipation that only intensified the ecstasy between you. It was as if the very essence of your connection ignited a passionate fire, reminiscent of the heat that consumes both of you.
Your gummy walls bared down onto him, suffocating his thick cock, but that only made his thrust harder, more profound. His hips were mercilessly pounding into you, hitting your cervix, making your mouth widen as if a scream was sprouting from your lungs, but your body had completely shut down with pleasure. Between the multiple orgasms and how Neteyam continued to make you feel, your body took over, letting your mind fall back a little.
Seeing your closed eyes and open mouth, Neteyam immediately leaned down, not stopping his pace to cover your mouth with his in a heated kiss. Your body instantly responded as your swollen lips mended with your mates. Neteyam grunted and groaned into your mouth, making you pant out.
"My pretty girl." The warrior moaned against your lips, pulling away with a nimble to your bottom lip, then rested his forehead against yours, looking down at you as he bent your legs into your chest wall, also widening your thighs, giving him more leverage to the warm tight center. Your hands flew to his back surly, leaving scratch marks on his beautiful blue skin. "Pussy's always so tight." Your mind was fog, only taking in his praises, not having the energy to respond, feeling the tender, incredible sensation of his cock thrusting into you, hitting all your sensitive spots. "I love this pussy. I love you." his hand flew toward your nipple, pinching the skin and making your vocal cords come alive. Your throat hurt from your screams of pleasure, but it didn't matter as your body started to convulse.
Neteyam bit his lip, trying to contain his pathetic whimpers, but they were no match to the feeling of you clenching down on his cock. He knew you were close, and even more embarrassingly, Neteyam felt like he was going to cum soon too. His lips sloppily kissed over the skin as his nimble fingers twirled the soft bundle of nerves of your nipple in his grasp, which caused you to clench around him while holding onto his body for dear life. "Nete-" you manage to squeal as you reach another orgasm.
"Fuck, baby, I'm-” Neteyam’s thrusts became sloppy as his own orgasm reached its highest peak chasing after yours. His face scrunched together, and his hands left your nipples to place them on the flooring beside your head, locking you in his embrace. Pants escaped his lips as his seed painted by your walls, claiming you to him.
Your body ached, but it was a good pain. You didn't move your arms from around him as you attempted to catch your breath. Neteyam felt your shaky body against his and pressed kisses along your face before grabbing his queue to bring it over his shoulder. He needed to feel your emotions to be one with you. "Muntxate." His words vibrated against your cheek, but your mind was still dazed over from the constant highs. "Tsaheylu?" Without saying anything, you reached for your long braid, but Neteyam stopped you with a kiss to grab it for you.
"Need to be one with you." You didn't need him to explain himself. You never needed him to explain himself when it came to Tsaheylu.
"Please.” You watched in awe as Neteyam skillfully brought the ends of the braids together, and the swirling pink tendrils eagerly intertwined as if they were longing for connection.
Once, the nerve endings met frantically intertwined with one another. Neteyam's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he felt the hot, tiresome tension within his soul. He could feel the pleasure pumping through your veins and the amount of love radiating between you. He couldn't help bucking his hips into your warm, used hole.
Your body tingles with sensations as the adrenaline still rushes through your blood. You feel closer to Neteyam than before, as the intimate moment has strengthened your bond. You feel deeply grateful for his affection and want to be close to him physically and emotionally.
"My good girl." Neteyam began to praise you as his mind swirled with your emotions being consumed with you entirely. Even with sweat covering your entire body, you still manage to smell like the sweetest flower, and let's not forget the whimpers escaping your lips, it all had him runt into your unmercifully. You were so tired that you couldn't do anything but cling to him, letting him use you to his demise. Your pussy felt raw as his hips slammed into yours repeatedly but curse him for hitting all the right spots. "You're so tight. How are you still tight." You had no idea because your hole felt stretched from his size.
It seemed that the longer he was inside you, the more he grew despite just coming minutes earlier. Feeling him through the bond and how good you made him feel, your legs shook, making Neteyam swiftly lay your left leg down, and while he was still buried so deep inside you, he lifted your right leg over his body to flip you on your side.
You thought you could've come again from the way his dick twisted inside of your guts, and his sounds alone have you squeezing around him letting out a whine that ended with a hiss from the stinging of your sensitive mound. "Teyam." You moaned out as he settled behind you, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere on your skin. The forest air was hot, and the moment's intensity didn't help the tension, making your bodies feel like they were on fire.
His lower hand was behind your back, helping him lean over you slightly, causing you to position yourself more on your stomach but still mainly on your side. His right hand lifted your leg towards your stomach, resting it there for a moment but finding that it caused his thrusts to become sloppy. So Neteyam grabbed onto your hip, adding a few more forceful thrusts to make up for the fact that he was going to cum again soon.
Your walls squeezed around his cock as his hand slipped from your waist towards your breast. Your body shook as your whole body tensed, including your pulsing walls. Neteyam spewed praises out his mouth as he spilled himself inside with a loud moan. “Fuck, Y/n.” Feeling Neteyam fill your hole and the pleasure he was experiencing through Tsaheylu immediately transferred through every fiber of your soul. “So fucking good.” Your vision blackened, and your body collapsed against the floor of the swaynivi as you both let the high course through your bodies.
Neteyam could feel the exhaustion from your body, so he pressed kisses to the back of your head, feeling himself soften inside your warm embrace. Slowly he pulled out of you, instantly causing you to whine, feeling so empty. "Shh yawne." Your mate hummed as he helped you onto your back, making you feel the combined juices spill from your opening, running down towards your butt towards your tail. “We made such a mess.”
You couldn’t even hum out a response from how tired you were. Neteyam had put your body through a workout, making you have multiple orgasms within one night, and you loved every second of it. Your eyelids were heavy, allowing you to open them for a split second before closing them again. “You tired, baby?” Neteyam didn’t have to ask. He could feel how exhausted you were through the bond, and he didn’t know if he was proud of himself or hated that he made you like this.
His worry and pride enveloped you, prompting your eyes to flutter open, curiosity guiding your gaze towards him. "You took such good care of me," you whispered, confessing your gratitude. Neteyam's face lit up with a radiant grin, his hand reaching out to grasp yours. Leaning down, he tenderly pressed a kiss to your damp forehead, a gesture filled with love and affection.
“You deserve the best, yawne, but stay awake for a little while longer. Let me clean you up and feed you.” Your eyes dropped again, satisfied with his answer, and you felt him move away from you causing the swaynivi to sway from the movement. His hands caressed your smooth skin as he pulled himself back towards your messy heat. “Poor girl took so much. Let me clean you up.” You couldn’t process his words, still a little cockdrunk and overwhelmed from the constant stimulation that you didn’t notice him setting himself between your legs. Your mind was in a haze until you let a clear lick at your folds.
Your body jerked from the motion, clearly still sensitive over the multiple orgasms, but Neteyam’s hands gripped your hips, keeping you in place. “Nete too sensitive.” You whined out as he continued to lick you clean of the mix of juices.
“Last time yawne, just cleaning my girl up, that’s all.” If you weren’t so fucked out, you could hear the malicious tone in his voice.
He buried himself deep within your cunt, swirling his tip over your opening and dropping his tongue to your butthole, collecting the juices, and making you reach your hand down to push him away, but Neteyam was strong. Your delicate hands pawing at his scalp did nothing but make him quicken his pace lapping up the combined taste of the two of you, and he couldn’t help but moan. You taste amazing together.
Having him moan around your mound sent chills down your spine. “Neteyam, I can’t.” Your eyes couldn’t even open from the sensation of his tongue swirling around your opening to flickering your clit. “Please, I’m too sensitive.”
Your hand reaches down your queue to grasp the connecting point of your bond, squeezing down as a silent scream sprung from your lips. His lips sucked down on your entire mound like he was a starved animal. “Teyam.” You barely managed to mumble out his name as his tongue lapped you up as your last high washed over you for the night.
Neteyam gave your velvet lips one final, tender kiss before reaching for the long-forgotten fruit basket he had prepared just for you. It was his way of reciprocating the thoughtful goodie baskets you had been making for him during his busy week. As he reached for the basket, a wave of euphoria washed over your body, rendering you momentarily immobility. Sensing your need, Neteyam swiftly grabbed the water poof leaf-canteen and opened the top to quench your thirst. His large hands lovingly caressed your flushed face, his silly smile and crinkled eyes showing his affection.
“Yawne, I’m so sorry did I go too rough? Just wanted to make up for lost time,” Neteyam apologized. He definitely succeeded in bringing you to new heights of pleasure. Skillfully, his fingers moved from behind your head to your neck, providing a comforting embrace after a passionate night. "Open your mouth," he softly instructed, catching your attention. As you slowly opened your eyes, you felt the smooth texture of the canteen and the refreshing coldness of the water.
Once your dark vision met the lightness of the sky, nothing could compare to the first gaze of those amber eyes you loved so dearly. “There’s my girl.” You clenched your legs together; from the throbbing pain of the your vagina; and his praises didn’t help.
The cool breeze from Pandora brushed against your glistening skin as the water quenched your parched throat. A contented moan escaped your lips, instantly revitalizing your body. Neteyam's worries melted away as he saw your consciousness returning. "Y/n, my love, you were incredible for me," he expressed with admiration. As you finished drinking, you returned the water to Neteyam, who placed it back in a basket resembling the ones you made for him. The heartfelt gesture filled your heart with warmth.
Neteyam gently slid the woven basket closer, offering you some berries. "Eat it," he murmured softly. Without hesitation, you found the strength to chew on the sweet fruit, earning a tender kiss on your forehead from Neteyam. "You're doing so well, yawne.” You hummed, savoring his touch, you closed your eyes, needing a rest after your passionate encounter. "But you never answered my question?" he reminded, curious for your response.
You hummed, nodding your head, but Neteyam wasn't satisfied. He wanted to make sure you were okay and investigate your face. He gently held your chin, turning your head to meet his gaze. Your eyes were soft, your breathing still rapid from the intense release, but they also had a twinkle in them. "Was it too much for you, baby girl?" he whispered softly, concerned for your well-being.
Your heart fills with love and affection for Neteyam as you know he deeply cares for you. Looking into his eyes, you see the same contentment, satisfaction, and peace reflected back at you. You gently take his hand and bring it to your lips with a smile, showering kisses along his skin. "Neteyam, it was incredible. You are truly amazing," you cooed, causing the warrior to blush. "I mean every word," you whispered, feeling your eyes betray you as exhaustion washed over your body. "Not only did you create this beautiful swaynivi for me, but you also gave me multiple mind-blowing orgasms. And now you're feeding me as I fall asleep." Neteyam chuckled and planted a kiss on your unruly hair, cherishing the moment.
"It was actually 7 times," he whispered, making your heart race, realizing how much pleasure Neteyam had brought you. Your body was exhausted, and though you wanted to speak, you found comfort in snuggling closer to him, drifting off to sleep to the sound of Neteyam's murmurs. "Just wanted to make up for lost time," he whispered, his words lulling you into a peaceful slumber.'?
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❝your mighty warrior❞ ( I. )
golden eyes
summary: you never thought you'd see your lover's golden eyes again. and when you did, he didn't recognize a single part of you.
pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!reader
wordcount: 2.8k
contains: angst, major spoilers for atwow, mentions of character death, blood, memory loss, sad guilty lo'ak, lo’ak x reader is platonic!
notes: the first part, here we go! if i get things with the timeline messed up just ignore it haha. my heart breaks for lo'ak in this, but i hope you all enjoy!
paskalin : term of endearment
oeyä tìyawn : my love
tanhí : small, bioluminescent freckles
masterlist | series
The water is still in the night. Its chaos—violent waves that crash and collide—disappears once the darkness blankets over the sky. The surface of the water reflects the stars, small freckles of light in the face of the ocean. Although gentle tides push and pull, the vast sea is silent as it sleeps.
There is a beat to be heard; a pulse from under the water, under the ocean floor, from the very core of Pandora. A strong, mighty rhythm that shakes the ground. But this heartbeat does not come from the Great Mother.
In the quiet of the night, the reflection of the sky in the ocean is disrupted. Calloused fingers break through the barrier, reaching past the thin veil. He grasps the air like a rope. The crown of his head splits the sea in half. The moon pulls him to her; his body, strong and powerful, ascends.
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It was his mother who pressed his eyes closed when they were void of life. The blank face of your lover glared into your soul. The grip he had on your hand--desperately clinging onto you like it would heal the hole in his heart--vanished, and you were left to imagine his fingers were still intertwined with yours.
You remember the wave of realization on his father's face, how his ears slightly dropped and his bottom lip quivered when he noticed that the bullet had gone straight through his eldest son's chest. Crimson collected in his shaking palms. You knew then that there was nothing to be done. Nothing except to sit next to Neteyam, your prince, as his soul moved onto the Great Mother.
His funeral was inevitable. After the war was over, it was time for the Suli's to say goodbye. You stayed with his brother, Lo'ak's hands placed in yours, as Neteyam slowly sank deeper towards the ocean floor. His frame became smaller and smaller, until he was completely engulfed by luminescent tendrils. Your lover was no more.
The family struggled to carry on without him. You remained close with his siblings, thankfully. Kiri mourned by your side. For a time, it had been just her and Neteyam. He was born less than a month before her and she considered him to be her twin. Tuk was young, but old enough to understand, “He is with Eywa”.
Lo'ak, however, was almost never to be seen. If you managed to catch a glimpse of him, he was silent and reclusive. He even ignored Tsireya, who asked you multiple times if he was alright; you never had an answer.
Despite your great loss, the village of Awa'atlu continued on. Every morning, the fishermen and farmers rose early, the healers prepared their supplies, and the hunters readied their ilus to dive through the sea.
Life continued on as if Neteyam's soul had never been ripped out of your blood-soaked hands, as if his eyes had never looked their last to you. It broke your heart.
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Although Jake Suli had finally recognized his youngest son for his true potential, it was too late. Lo'ak put the blame for Neteyam's death on himself. He accepted that he would forever carry that weight with him, no matter where he ran to or hid.
You knew that when he was nowhere to be found, he was somewhere far off in the sea on Payakan's fin. He stayed out late and missed ceremonies and Suli family meetings; it was Neteyam who always pushed Lo'ak to participate. But even when he laid underneath the stars on the back of Payakan, the ocean water gently lapping at his skin, the guilt still sat in his chest like the bullet in Neteyam's heart.
Without his older brother, Lo'ak ceased to exist. He refused to meet his eyes or even speak to his mother. He made himself an outcast before his family could. You recognized that the void in Lo'ak's life was the same one tearing you apart, so you felt that it was your responsibility to look after him.
"We must be strong," Neteyam had told you the night you left your home in the forest. You said goodbye to your family to be with him. He'd placed his palm over your heart. "In here."
It was eerie how you could still feel his touch as if he were right in front of you. Neteyam would've wanted you to stay strong for Lo'ak, and you would do anything to honor your mighty warrior.
Unfortunately, looking after Lo'ak wasn't easy when you could never find him. Two days had passed and you hadn't seen him once. You knew not to worry--Kiri noticed your concern and said she'd seen him with his tulkun just outside of the reef. "He didn't seem like he wanted to come back."
By that night, you'd given up. After a great feast held for the birth of Tonowari and Ronal's child, you separated yourself from the others and sat alone on a far-off shore. The ocean life illuminated the darkness around you, small specks of teal and gold light scattered in the water. Your feet had sunk into the wet sand as the calm waves kissed your ankles.
While the ocean held many wonders that continued to fascinate you, it left a bitter image burned into your memory.
There was fire off in the distance, gunshots and explosions, but they were all the least of your concern. You shook as you held his body in your arms. The water had turned violent, as if the Great Mother knew of the war taking place. Sharp, chaotic waves crashed against a rocky landing. Crimson pooled in the grooves of the rock, running down the sides to where it diluted in the vast sea.
You never allowed yourself to remember anything past that. The ocean had not redeemed itself just yet. You pulled your knees to your chest so your feet were out of the water. The silence of the night would never be peaceful; if it was quiet enough, you could still hear his voice in your ear.
Fortunately, the silence broke. Soft footsteps in the sand were trailing towards you, and wide, golden eyes met your small frame. Lo'ak had not expected you so far away from the village, alone, at night. "(y/n)," he froze. "What're you doing here?"
"Lo'ak," you let out a breath of relief that you'd been holding for the past few days. You stood and brushed the sand off of your legs. "I've- We've been looking for you. Your mother and father have been so worried."
He frowned at the mention of his family--of his father. He refused to even imagine what they could possibly think of him. "I was just out," Lo'ak tried to dismiss the topic and swiftly walked past you, his shoulder barely brushing yours. "I'm fine."
The remnants of your heart cracked once again. Even when a hand reached out for him, grasping onto his fingertips, he'd pull away. The fear of rejection--the thought of placing his trust in someone with only betrayal in return--was too great. Lo'ak would abandon others before they could abandon him.
"Lo'ak, please." your hand gently grabbed his shoulder to turn him back to you. He stood a few inches over you and refused to look down to meet your eyes.
There was a soft spark in his chest, and you could see the flame beginning to grow. "What do you want, (y/n)?" He retorted with a sigh.
"You know what it is, Lo'ak." You brushed your hand down his arm to meet his palm. You placed his own hand on top of his heart. He sighed, breath laced with heavy regret and guilt. Lo'ak knew that whatever he'd been hiding for the past few months would be coming up right there in front of you.
He practically collapsed onto the sand, feet set in the water and arms wrapped around his legs, but he quickly pulled himself away from the shore, just like you had earlier, once the memories began to feel too real. You sat right by his side and looked off to the dark horizon. The two of you stared with broken hearts. "Have you gone to see him?"
There was silence, apart from the gentle lapping of the waves and the village in the distance. "No," he regretfully looked down at his lap. "Have you?"
You shook your head, "No." Your response wasn't much better.
For as much as the two of you missed him, neither of you had gone to the Spirit Tree like the rest of the Suli family. The only images of Neteyam that you had left were the memories still burned into your vision. “I’m afraid to forget him,” Lo’ak admitted. He bit the inside of his cheek. “But I’m too scared to see him again.”
You looked to him with sympathetic eyes. For the first time since his brother’s death, Lo’ak broke. Three tears left a trail down his face to where they dropped off his skin and onto the sand. “I don’t know much about spirits,” you began. You set a firm, reassuring hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder. “But Neteyam loved us with all his heart. Even as he rests with the Great Mother, he loves us.”
He tried to nod along to your words as if he would better believe them. Lo’ak gently gasped before a quiet, broken sob left his throat, “I know it’s my fault.” His shoulders heaved. “If I hadn’t made him go back for Spider or- or if I stayed behind instead of him..”
“Oh, Lo’ak,” you cooed, turning towards him and engulfing him in a hug. He leaned his forehead down onto your shoulder. This was the first comfort he’d felt in months. “We can’t tell ourselves those things.”
His tears collected on your skin. “My brother,” he whimpered, “is gone.”
Your fingers gently caressed the back of his head, tracing over his braids. You shushed him, “There’s nothing we can do.” How could you affirm this to Lo’ak when you couldn’t even accept it yourself? You pulled away so you could look him in the eyes.
“I miss him too much.” Lo’ak wept.
Holding his face between your gentle hands, you nodded. Together, your tears soaked the sand beneath you; the two of you could’ve created an entire ocean. “I miss him, too, paskalin.” Your thumb soothed cheek and wiped away the tears from his eyes. “But we must stay strong for him.
“All we can do is remember. One day, we’ll be strong enough to see him, I know it. But for now, we must be strong,” You put your hand over his heart. The beat of his soul turned steady; you remembered how Neteyam’s slowed to a stop, and for the first time since his death, you pushed the memory away without a single tear. “In here.”
Lo’ak closed his eyes and calmed his breath, allowing the feeling of your palm on his skin to soothe him. He’d opened himself and poured out his heart. Now, he could heal.
The night continued on, and you stayed with Lo’ak throughout the dark reign. He could take however long he needed. You would comfort him through whatever war he created in his mind. The tide came in, brushing water against your knees, but the two of you remained.
Finally, he opened his eyes. “We should return to the village.” Before, Lo’ak spoke bluntly with a dismissive mask to cover how broken he truly was. Now, his voice was firm and strong.
“Are you sure?” You warned. He stood and you cautiously rode with him.
His hands, which had been balled in tense fists, released themselves. Lo’ak nodded, “I’ve been too focused on my brother that I’ve forgotten the rest of my family. Do you think they’ll forgive me?”
With a sweet, proud smile, you offered, "They already have."
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The path back to the village was peaceful given that you and Lo'ak had come to terms with your grief. He had warned you that his parents would most likely be angry when you returned since it'd been hours since they'd last seen you and days since they'd seen him. You'd consoled him, "We'll get through it together."
It was strange that in Neteyam's absence, you and Lo'ak were able to replace the void with each other. Although he was only a year younger, you'd always felt a sisterly love for him, the same way that you felt for Kiri or Tuk. Now that your connection with Lo'ak had healed, maybe you could too.
Life ahead was beginning to look a little brighter in that moment as you walked on the shore.
But your peace was short-lived.
The village was close enough that you could see the pods, docks, and several Metkayina men with glowing lanterns that noticed you and Lo'ak approaching. They called out and, together, the two of you rushed to them.
"What is wrong?" Lo'ak prodded, trying to look past their broad shoulders at the commotion that was collecting in the village.
You tried as well but they were too tall compared to you. "You must come with us," one of the men said. The flames in the lanterns gently flickered but you could well enough see Kiri running in the distance. Her eyes were wide with fear like she'd seen a ghost.
"Kiri!" You exclaimed.
She pushed past the men and, out of breath, embraced Lo'ak. "Brother!" There were tears falling from her eyes, only you had expected her to happily cry at the sight of Lo'ak. Instead, she wept. "You must come. Come, (y/n)."
Kiri led you both back to the village, the men following after you to provide light. Almost every person in Awa'atlu--man, woman, young, and old--crowded near the shore. They yelled and gasped, cursing and praying. The three of you struggled to push past everyone, accidentally stepping on tails and toes and bumping elbows and shoulders.
Everyone seemed to look at you and Lo'ak with sympathy. Lo'ak sensed it as well, and looked just as confused as you were.
The crowd was like a hurricane, and in the center, the eye was calm. Jake and Neytiri kneeled on the ground, Tuk crying into her father's arm. Tonowari, Ao'nung, and a collection of soldiers held the people back. Ronal sat across from Neytiri, muttering a prayer with her eyes shut. Kiri ran to her mother's side. Tsireya rushed to Lo'ak as he collapsed.
Your heart stopped.
On the ground, where the ocean met the sand, a figure laid. He had strong legs and arms, a strapping abdomen, and calloused palms and fingers. There was a scar on the outside of his right thigh. Tanhì scattered across his body like the constellations reflected on the ocean.
Your prince. His ghost would forever haunt you. What had you done wrong? What had you done for the Great Mother to curse you like this? Just as you could feel your wounds beginning to heal, your heart crumbled again.
You fell to your knees, placing your hand over your mouth to cover the ear-splitting wail you released. You could fully see your Neteyam now. Just as you had remembered it, but his eyes were gently shut. Neytiri cried alongside you, and your heart almost broke even further until you heard her whisper, "Thank you, Great Mother. Thank you."
What was she grateful for? Jake noticed your confusion, and with a hopeful smile, he took your hand and placed it on Neteyam's heart. Underneath the weight of your palm, you felt a gentle pulse. A steady, soft rhythm that rocked your core. Your tears stopped, a cry stuck in your throat.
You looked down to his body and gasped. "Oeyä tìyawn," you whispered out to him, hoping he would hear it. Through just two words, your voice called out to him.
Golden eyes, that you thought you would never see again, opened.
His father gasped; his mother laughed; his sisters cheered, and his brother bowed with his forehead touching the ground. Neteyam's mighty heartbeat reached across Pandora.
"Ma 'Teyam," you smiled. You could taste your own tears as they reached the corners of your mouth. For the first time in months, you weren't crying from a split in your heart--you cried at the feeling of it healing. You were foolish to think the Great Mother would curse you. "Thank you, Great Mother."
Only two minutes had passed until you noticed the laughter and cheers of others had disappeared. The night had become silent again. Your smile fell when you recognized that Neteyam had not yet embraced you. In fact, he stayed frozen on the ground.
His eyes were still open, but they were wide and full of fear. Tuk reached for his hand, and he quickly pulled away with a scared gasp. He flinched when his own mother caressed his cheek. "Neteyam," she pleaded. Finally, his eyes met yours. You looked to him with desperate affection, practically shooting beams of love towards him. Your stomach dropped when you noticed it.
Your prince did not know who you were.
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hey, hun! i was wondering if you could write something with neteyam where the reader take the bullet for him! like how he would react, especially with them being together and he feels like he’s responsible for her security (if she survives or not that’s up to you). thanks a lot :)
God when I see little petnames in ask... so much happiness in my brain.
Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Reader
Tags: angst, injury, hurt/comfort, blood, patching up an injury, soothing kisses, hand kisses, cuddles, tail shenanigans, guilt, protectiveness, Neteyam being too hard on himself
A/N: I guess it's just angst time for the Sully's huh?
He checks to see if the injury is fatal first and foremost
Is very relieved when it's just your shoulder and not anything vital
He gets you behind some cover, kisses your forehead, whispers that you're gonna be alright before he goes off to take care of the poor idiot who shot you
Brings you back to the hideout in his arms
Hisses and growls at anyone who tries to take you away, he's tired but he can carry you to a medic himself
Breaks his heart to see you grunting in pain as the bullet is dug out of your shoulder
Holds your hand the whole time, not taking his eyes off you for a second until its done and you're patched up and asleep
Spends the whole night by your side, not sleeping at all
When you wake up the first thing he does is give you a kiss
He still beating himself up over failing to protect you, he feels like a failure, if only he payed more attention this wouldn't have happened
You shut him up before he can delve even deeper into his self-hatered
It wouldn't matter what he did, you would have jumped in and saved him regardless, you're his future mate, the two of you are supposed to be watching each other's back
He should have learned that by now, just look at his parents
His tail wraps around your wrist, a little ticklish, and brings your hand to his lips, feeling your pulse point
Can't help but let himself cry when he feels how strong your heartbeat is
You could have died if that bullet hit lower, and it's the possibility of that that scares him more then your current injury, you're tough as nails, you'll recover, he knows how strong you are but his fears and doubt won't let go of him
Now you're in pain, not because of the bullet injury but because Neteyam is kicking himself so much over this
He has nothing to be sorry for, you're glad that he worries but you're fine, you'll heal, the most he can do now is stay by your side until you do, that's all that you ask
And you don't need to ask twice, he's already scooting over to your good side, intertwining his fingers with yours and kissing your hand one more time as you lean your head on his shoulder
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Hiii! Can you do neteyam x fem!na’vi reader where they first start dating; it’s kinda awkward cuddling and kissing and it feels unnatural to the reader from not being loved on enough as a child and neteyam confronts reader saying like “do I make you feel uncomfortable?” And readers like “no im sorry I just was never showed this much affection.” And he reassures her abt, it if that makes sense!, Thank you <3
𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you weren’t exactly used to the affection neteyam so easily gave you.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: neteyam sully x fem!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: mention of death, harsh parental figure
𝐚/𝐧: this was so fun to write. it kinda came out a bit more angsty than I intended. I hope its what you wanted :)
also i made up a na'vi word: Le'awtulant. its a combo of le'awtu (lonely) and lante (wander).
It hadn't been but a few months since Neteyam completed his rite of passage, going through each trial and coming out victorious. He was a man, the heir of Toruk Makto, and everyone had their eyes on him.
You'd completed your passage just before him, becoming an adult in the eyes of your clan, and quickly grew a reputation for being quite the hunter among the older Na'vi.
Despite what your guardian, Zet'ka, advised, you hadn't put any effort into searching for a mate out of the many young Na'vi in the clan. Thinking about it sent a rush of nerves into your belly. The most recent time Zet'ka brought it up, you'd gone quiet and stilled in the fixing of your bow.
"I'm just saying," she says, watching as your careful movements continued. "You are a beautiful woman, and you have a strong heart. You could have anyone you wanted if you stopped being so elusive."
You rolled your eyes, ears going flat against your head. Your tail flickered in annoyance, your hands not as gentle as before as you restrung your bow. "I have other things to focus on, Zet'ka."
"Like what?" Your ears twitched at the sternness in her voice.
Zet'ka was always firm, ever since you were a child, left with no parents after an accident in the Hallelujah Mountains. They'd happened upon an ikran nest full of eggs, and... it hadn't gone well.
A sharp tug on your braids had you recoiling from the woman. Zet'ka gripped your shoulder and put you back in place. "Still. Your hair is a mess, Y/N."
You sat and waited for her to finish, gripping your bow as every pull of her hands had you wincing. Zet'ka meant well, she always did, but she'd never smiled as far as you know, and raised you to be a warrior worthy to be counted Omatikaya.
It had been some time since you'd connected with the spirit tree, and you wondered if going back might do you some good. Maybe your parents would appear to you this time.
Zet'ka finished your braids by the time night had fallen, and the clan was beginning to tire from a day of work. The woman patted your shoulder before standing. "I raised you to be better than this. I raised you as a warrior, not Le'awtulant."
You flinched at the word, your hands tightening into uncomfortable fists. Lonely wanderer. Someone the clan doesn't know what to make of. A familiar outsider.
Zet'ka sighed. "You know I only want what's best for you, Y/N."
You stood and faced her with a rigid back, eyes and expression steady. "I know, Zet'ka."
She left you there, allowing you to relax under her scrutinizing eyes. Exhausted, you headed to your hammock high up in the trees overlooking the village. You'd made it halfway there when rain began to fall from the sky, causing your body to sag with the weight of the day.
With your ears flat and tail drooped, arms wrapped around yourself, you hurried for the first dry place you could think of: Olo'eyktan Jake.
It had been awkward, asking the chief for shelter from the rain. It was no secret you were one of the loners of the clan. So, he just nodded as he directed you to find his daughters' hut, just along the next branch of the large tree.
You gave him a grateful nod and headed over, rushing through the increasingly heavy rain. You thought you heard thunder in the distance, but it didn't really settle in. Because now you were standing in front of the entrance to the chief's daughters' hut, and you had no idea what to say.
Tuk and Kiri were nice. You often saw them around the village when you weren't out hunting with the others. Kiri hung out with the alien, the one they call Spider, an awful lot. Tuk could often be found making mischief anywhere she went.
But you'd never spoken to them before. Sure, you knew of each other, but only because you and Kiri used to play together as children, before your parents passed and before she clung to Spider like glue.
Pushing your hand against the flap of the hut, you peeked inside to find the sisters stoking the fire at the center of the circle room. Kiri's eyes darted to you the moment the flap came undone from where she'd tied it down. Her ears twitched curiously. "Y/N?"
You waved with an awkward smile. "Hi, Kiri. Uhm, Olo'eyktan told me to come here, since I usually stay in a hammock and... it's raining so..."
Tuk's face erupted into a bright smile. "Come on, come on."
Kiri pointed as you stepped inside. "And secure that flap."
You did as she directed and turned, fiddling with the beads around your neck. "I'm sorry to be intruding, I--"
"Don't worry," Kiri said, grinning just slightly. "We have room--"
All three of you jerked as thunder cracked against the sky. Your heart skipped as your eyes flickered over the ceiling, waiting. The rain only grew in power.
Kiri looked back at you, then at the roof. She waved you over as she sat down on the surplus of woven blankets she and Tuk had laid out. "Come 'ere. It's warmer near the center."
You wasted no time in making your way over, welcoming the warm feel of the flames as you accepted the blanket Tuk offered you. "Thanks."
The thunder returned, louder than before. Tuk flinched into Kiri's side.
Not even a second later, the flap reopened, this time letting in a gust of wind that nearly took out the fire. You and Kiri growled in unison as you whipped around to see two figures stumbling inside, bickering as they did.
"Neteyam!" Lo'ak hissed, trying to reach for the flap as it whipped around in the wind. "Close it! Close it!"
The elder Sully fell inside, literally, yelping as he tripped over his brother's feet. Tuk leaped up and ran to help, gripping onto the flap in seconds and having it tied back down and extra secure in seconds. No wind got inside after that.
The lot of you stayed in silence for a moment, before Kiri huffed and stood to swat at her brothers. "Idiots! Both of you!"
Lo'ak hissed when she slapped his arm, pursing his lips. Neteyam stood, his braids hanging over his face before he tossed them back. Both of them were soaking wet, getting water all over the floor. Neteyam caught your gaze, his heavy breathing calming as you darted your eyes away.
"What are you doing?" Kiri asked, incredulous, hands on her hips.
Neteyam turned away from you, straightening out his shoulders just for him to laugh bashfully under Kiri's stare. He rubbed at the back of his neck and shot Lo'ak a teasing grin. "Lo'ak--"
"We!" Lo'ak shouted pointedly. "We--"
"We," Neteyam continued, grinning. "Were scared."
Kiri rolled her eyes so far they could've disappeared into her skull. "Fine. Just don't fling water on me."
You couldn't help but snort at the exchange, hiding your smile behind your hand. Lo'ak noticed you then, tilting his head in question. "Y/N?"
Before you could even formulate a reply, Neteyam spoke up as he went to kneel by Kiri. "She sleeps out in the trees, Lo'ak. The storm forced her inside."
Your brows rose at that, tail flicking curiously. "Yeah, what he said."
The night dragged on, no one being able to sleep with the storm in full rage outside. Somehow, you'd been rearranged in your seats, so now you and Neteyam found yourselves side by side, some good space between you.
Though, every once in a while, his tail would brush yours, causing you to tense and wrap the excited appendage around yourself.
You didn't know how the conversation drifted to the subject of mates, but you wanted to change it very fast. But, unlike with Zet'ka, you weren't the one the teasing was directed at.
Lo'ak's eyes danced mischievously. "And then this real Cassanova--"
"Lo'ak."
"--he steps on her tail--"
"Lo'ak."
"--and says he's not interested." The younger Sully brother shook his head in amusement. "And Mom wonders why Neteyam hasn't landed a woman yet."
The man in question sits stiffly, his arms resting on his knees, his eyes narrowed at his brother. His tail brushes your side in its angry sweep across the floor. "Shut up."
Kiri rolls her eyes for what was probably the tenth time that night and scooted closer to the flames. "Leave him alone, Lo. He doesn't have to choose a mate if he doesn't want to."
Something about her words made you feel validated, and you found yourself speaking up for the first time. "If you're so concerned, Lo'ak, surely you've got your eye on someone, right? You've almost completed your passage."
Now with the attention thrown on him, Lo'ak didn't look so amused anymore. He grumbled something under his breath. "... No."
You tsked, dragging your gaze to meet Neteyam's next to you. "Ah, yeah. Too bad things with that one girl didn't work out."
Lo'ak's ears fell flat against his head. "You swore."
You ignored him, turning further to face Neteyam as his expression shifted from frustration to hilarity. "So I'm sitting up in my hammock, right?"
"Y/N."
"Just carving into some wood."
"Y/N."
"Hush. And I look down to see Lo'ak with the sweetest girl. Nali, I think." Kiri gasped, catching on, grinning from ear to ear. Lo'ak was burying himself in the blankets, probably hoping for suffocation. "He calls her pretty and gives her a flower, not listening to a word she tries to say, just for her intended to jump out and shove him away."
The laugh that escapes Neteyam is a hearty sound, light and easy on the ears. Tuk and Kiri laughed too, but you really only heard him. The sound made it difficult to look away from him, but you managed, if only to see the mess that was Lo'ak. From somewhere amidst his blanket tomb, he raised his middle finger.
Lifting your own three-fingered hand, you push down your first two digits and hold up the third. You stare at the gesture as Lo'ak emerges to find you squinting at your hands. "I don't understand your four-fingered gesture."
Your response only sent the other four into a fit of laughter that had you confused, but giggling along with them all the same. By morning, you were sad to see the storm fading, having had too much fun just talking with the Sully kids.
It'd been too long since you'd let yourself relax like that, you realized.
You thought that things would go back to normal, and you would stick to yourself like you always had, only talking to the others in your hunting party and Zet'ka on occasion, but you were very wrong.
Months went by where a day hadn't ended till at least one of the Sully kids had found you, wherever you were hiding that day. Sometimes it was Tuk who needed someone to force her siblings to let her tag along with them. Or Neteyam wanted to hunt with her. Other days Lo'ak invited her to explore with Kiri and Spider. Neteyam would ask to fly on the ikran together. Kiri would beg you to join in her healing lessons, hoping your presence would force away the boredom. Neteyam just wanted to talk sometimes. A lot of the time he just wanted to talk, or fly, or hunt, or just about anything of the like.
It made you blush to think about it.
The name Neteyam became as easy as breathing. You actively searched him out in a crowd, finding his eyes already having found you. You hadn't ever laughed as much as he made you laugh, smiled as much as he made you smile.
Soon enough, you couldn't deny the growing tension festering between you and the elder Sully brother. You couldn't deny it, not in your heart, but you could avoid it just fine.
That's what you were doing now as you stormed through the dense forest, paying no mind to the man trailing in your wake. Your heart beat more wildly in your chest each time he said your name.
"Y/N," he called, trying to reach for your hand. "What's wrong? What did I do?"
"Nothing!" You exasperated, finally turning and throwing your hands up. "You've done nothing."
He didn't look convinced. "Then why," he demanded, "are you actively running away from me." Your tail swished defensively at that. "All I asked was if you wanted to stay with Kiri again. Rain clouds are rolling in."
In the quiet that followed, all you could do with cross your arms and look somewhere behind him, almost haughty when you said, "You make a good point, and I'm choosing to ignore it."
Neteyam cracked a grin, taking a step closer to you. You stood and watched, your ears darting forward at the sound of a twig underfoot. "Are you upset with me?"
Though he smiled, the question in his eyes was desperate. He was desperate to fix anything he had done. It sent you into a tizzy of slight guilt and the urge to assure him he was nothing but perfect in your eyes. Your cheeks warmed at the sudden thought.
"No," you said with a sigh, your arms dropping to your sides. "I appreciate your concern, Neteyam. I think I'll see if Zet'ka will let me in. I don't want to burden your sisters--"
"You're kidding, right?" He was almost laughing at you now. "They love you. Kiri was the one who wanted me to ask, actually."
Your tail wriggled excitedly. "She did?"
He nodded, tilting his head as his braids fell over his shoulder with the movement. Then, his expression wasn't so humorous, thoughts racing behind his eyes. "Is it so hard to believe?"
You turned away from him, starting to continue your walk, pushing a large leaf out of your way. "Maybe."
In seconds he was walking at your side, his eyes on your profile. "Well, believe it. All three of them speak only highly of you."
"And you?" The words were out before you could stop them. Wincing, you made another turn, hopping over a fallen log.
His brief silence made your embarrassment worsen, but it was quickly--very quickly--replaced with a panicked jump of your heart. "A day has not ended till Lo'ak tells me to shut up about you."
Your hand froze in its path of pushing down a loose tree branch. Shaking your head, you surged on through the forest. Neteyam noticed the tension in your whole body; how your tail was alert and your back too properly straight.
Thoughts scrambled around your head up until you stopped at the bank of a river gently cutting across the forest floor. When you sensed Neteyam at your shoulder, you turned your face away from him, saying softly, "I have no one to speak to, but if I did, I'd speak only of you."
Hesitantly, Neteyam's hand found your wrist, gently sliding down to intertwine your fingers. You sucked in a sharp breath, not daring to look at him. The feel of his hand on yours, the way his soft exhale fanned your neck, it was almost too much.
Closing your eyes, you evened out your breathing. "You make me crazy."
"Funny," he whispered. "I think I was crazy till I got to know you."
You grinned despite yourself, recalling that little boy who used to tug on your tail just to make you angry. "You were."
"Look at me." You faltered at the words, not so much a command, but a delicately toned question. "Please."
Without so much as a pause, you'd turned, hand adjusting in his, and met his eyes that burned right into you. How long had it been since you'd befriended him? Three months? Four? It felt like a lifetime. You'd always known him, in your mind, known him as well as you knew yourself.
You knew his favorite hunting spot, the way he liked to string his bow, how he braided his hair. You think you'd memorized each stripe on his body with the way you so often gazed at his toned muscles.
It was terrifying, but Neteyam had fought his way into your heart, no matter how much you tried to force him out.
"You don't have to be so guarded... I See you, Y/N."
His hand moved to cup your face, drawing you out of your thoughts. You flinched away, surprised, suddenly stepping out of his reach. Your arms wrapped around you, shivering though the air wasn't cold. You refused to look at him again.
"I'm sorry," he said, stepping further away from you. "I didn't... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"No, it's..." You sighed, frustrated with words and how they so often escape you. With a hand to your temple, you glance up at him, praying that Eywa will give you the right things to say. "You know what they call me."
Neteyam nodded. "I do." He ducked his head to catch your eyes when you returned them to the ground. "I don't care what they say."
"Neither do I," you snap. A sigh leaves you. "But they're right. I'm... not used to this."
He looks confused as you gesture at the space between you. "Used to what?"
"This! You." Your gaze interlocks with his. Your veins tingled, the forest around you seeming to still as Eywa answered with a supply of just the right words. "How kind you are to me. How much I care for you. How easily you just say things and mean them. I'm jealous."
Your heart was quick and your eyes were like a fire bearing your innermost thoughts in its tendrils. "And I'm scared. You will grow tired of me. A Le'awtulant is not a Tsahik."
In an instant his brows were drawn and his lips curved down into a scowl. "Don't call yourself that."
Ears flat against his head, he steps closer, leaving just enough room between the two of you. "You are Y/N. Not what they say you are. Not what Zet'ka says you are."
Never had you felt so see-through as his fangs bared at the sound of your guardian's name. Was her coldness so obvious, or was it the way you cowered from her, how you clung to her every word?
Either way, you felt a burn in your throat as Neteyam stepped closer still, yet not enough. "You are you, not a cruel label." His hand extended, palm up, his eyes losing the ferocity just enough for you to feel his sincerity.
"You are Y/N, and I See you." He watched you stare at his hand, silently begging you to believe what he was saying "You won't ever have to wander again, if you'll have me."
Swift, your hand slipped into his, and your body collided with his. You left his hand and wrapped your arms around his middle before you could lose your nerve. Cringing, you waited.
His touch was featherlight as he embraced you tightly. Your face relaxed as your temple rested on his shoulder and his own leaned against your head. A shiver ran up your spine as his tail wound around your leg, yours in turn brushing along his thigh instinctively.
So softly you feared he might actually hear you, you spoke, "I See you, Neteyam."
He pulled back, his movements slow, and touched his forehead to yours. A barely there smile rose to his face, and soon a matching one appeared on yours. Rain started to trickle down through the trees, sending the two of you into soft laughter.
You hadn't mated that evening. Neither of you were too eager to grow up too much too fast. For now, things were gradual, and just slightly more obvious to all those around.
If someone wanted to find Y/N, they were directed to find Neteyam. If someone was in search of Neteyam, they should find Y/N. You knew the whispers, and so did he. The future Olo'eyktan with a Le'awtulant? The both of you happily ignored everything anyone had to say about the matter.
Jake was shocked. He recalled how his jaw fell slack as he watched the pair of you from across the hunting party's bonfire. His son left a swift kiss on your cheek, and you shied away with a gentle smile, reaching to take his hand as your tails twinned together.
He was happy, just shocked. He always took you for the celibate type, so to speak.
Neytiri wasn't so surprised. She had a keen eye and even sharper ears. The mother saw how his son gazed at you with an air of fondness and longing. She noticed how your eyes always lingered on him a little longer than needed.
She knew it was only a matter of time before tensions and stares came to fruition.
As for Zet'ka, she never addressed it outright. But you could see from her approving glances and subtle nods that she was happy for you, or as happy as such a woman could be.
Time moved on, and each slight touch from your lover didn't elicit an awkward flick of your ears as often. After some time, it was you who reached up to kiss his face, littering featherlight touches to his jaw and brow and eyes--and then his lips.
You would tug on the end of his tail as you walked past him. You only giggled when he whipped around, fangs bared in a hiss, only for his whole face to soften at the sound of your laugh.
Mo'at promptly swept you under her metaphorical wing, saying her grandson's mate would have to know a thing or two about healing. If you were to be Tsahik one day, she told you, you'd have to know the job.
You felt honored each time she said something like that.
Slowly, as each day drew on, you found yourself being brought into the Sully family whether you liked it or not (you liked it more than you would admit).
Every night--the one's that weren't marked by a rainshower--you and Neteyam climbed up through the branches of the trees, up to the hammock you used to call home, but now called just a place, where you slept in the arms of your beloved.
The people who called you the name you didn't care to remind yourself of fell few and far between, till no one could remember the Le'awtulant of Omaticaya, and only knew Y/N, most likely to be Neteyam's Tsahik.
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𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 — 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You’ve been struggling with Neteyam’s death ever since his funeral. This causes the Sullys to worry about your well being. To ensure that you don’t do anything irrational, the kids follow you to the spirit tree every night, where you spend your time with your lost love.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst, mentions of dying, mentions of suicide, attempt drowning, fluff at the end
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5,989
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Neteyam Sully x Omatikaya!fem!Reader
𝐀/𝐍: I hope you enjoy it! <33 Can yall believe I deleted this? neither can I...
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
Denial was the first stage of grief that one felt when trying to cope with trauma. At some point and time, everyone falls subjective to it. Finding ways to trick the mind to believe something other than the truth. When someone is in a state of denial they begin to suppress their emotions. They grow incapable of coming to terms with what is and what has happened. That’s the current state you resided in. In a cycle of trial and error. Attempting to process a sudden change, but then avoid doing so to neglect the pain you don’t want to endure. Rather, neglect the fact that Neteyam was gone. It’s crazy to think how only hours ago he was rescuing you from the ship. Telling you to run and get to safety, but you were willing to follow his skxawng ass anywhere. You got him back for a few minutes, it was only a few minutes you wished you’d have cherished longer.
You didn’t want to let go. You didn’t listen to him, didn’t flee, didn’t return home, and didn’t think that you were putting yourself in danger, not when he was still risking his own life. He had the habit, his prolonged responsibility to watch over his siblings, be there to guide them, protect them, but who was protecting him? Who was making sure that he was okay and that he was protected? You bore that pain. Wondering why you let him push you into the water, instead of grabbing his hand to jump with you. His struggling attempts to stay afloat haunt you. A bad nightmare that looms over you when you're trying to sleep and causes you to wake up alarmed. The thought leaves a foul taste in your mouth. It makes you shudder, makes you twitch in discomfort, especially when you recall the blood that dyed the ocean red. His blood coated your cerulean hands. His death wasn’t one you wanted to accept so easily.
Not as you helped pull the leaf you placed him on, out into the water with his family. You were taken back by how calm the water swayed. That in itself was surprising because the ocean always seems to have a mind of its own. You're reminded of the Eywa instantly. How the inner workings of life flow within her. How her network makes it possible for all living things, plants, and animals to connect as one. The way the ocean remains tranquil makes you assume that this is all Eywa’s doing. Could she feel the shift in the atmosphere through the way of the water? The gathering of the Metikayina clan and the Sullys came together as one to mourn the loss of casualties. Was Eywa allowing a moment's worth of peace? Providing security and a safe passage to lay the dead to rest.
You weren’t sure.
Your mind continuously wanders. Distracted from the way the water welcomes you all in a gentle embrace. Kind enough to hopefully welcome you back for a night swim with Neteyam. Various nightly escapades forefront, reminding you of you and Netyeam sneaking out to a secret beach you discovered. It was your most favorable time spent together. Venturing around the island, risking the chances of getting into trouble, but it never worried you, nor him. His rebellious side was one you didn’t know you wanted to see more of till he grabbed your hand one night and told you to be quiet, he didn’t want his siblings to wake up. Your eyes fleet, taking in your surroundings. An unsettling earl sets off your senses. Your ears flatten, attention engaged, eyes falling onto his family swimming forward with you. The lost look on your face didn’t fall past Lo’ak watching with worry as you whipped your head around. You were unfamiliar with your surroundings all of a sudden.
Weren’t I just at the docks? How did I manage to get this far out?
Your attention falls onto him then. Your freak-out incident, coming to a stop. The breath you inhaled blocked your airway. You hold on tightly, your fingers curl into the leaf. Your eyes drifted onto his motionless body, sparing seconds of what was left of your sanity. His soft features were relaxed. Victim to a deep slumber.
He was only resting, you thought. Just resting.
You tilt your head. A smile dances its way onto your lips. The band holding his hair in one nicely kept ponytail stirs a flutter within your stomach. You can’t help but laugh. Finding his neatly kept hair hilarious, whereas you preferred the vicious swinging braids more than anything. You like to remind Neteyam that his hair seems to have a mind of its own. You're oblivious to the narrowed pinched glares cast at you. You press your fingertips over your mouth in hopes of making yourself stop.
“Why’s his hair pulled back? Neteyam never pulls his hair back.” Another rumble of giggles emits past your lips as you reach forward to free the braids of their confinement. The only thing coursing through your mind is that Neteyam would be grateful. Knowing that his long braids could never be tamed and forced into a ponytail. Your laughter comes to an abrupt stop. A firm grip on your wrist brings you back to reality for just a second– a second of truth, one you didn’t want to submit to.
“No Y/n.” Lo’ak shakes his head. He reached over Neteyam’s body to stop you. His hand was still wrapped around your wrist as he pushed your hand back towards your chest.
“He likes to wear his hair loose.” You tug at his constricting grasp on your arm. His restless eyes meet your twisted frown.
“Y/n-” He says your name with a break, almost in a warning-like. Holding himself back from causing a scene, but you already caused one first. “Just leave it.” He pressed your wrist to your chest. Pushing harshly in hopes you’d get the message. Hoping you wouldn’t push. You can only bring yourself to cast your eyes down. The tension in your shoulders disappears and your shoulders slump. The ache in your chest worsened, and the dissatisfaction of seeing his hair brought together by a band continues to bother you.
“He likes it loose…just let him wear it loose.” Lo’ak glances at you before he turns to face forward again.
Your mind continuously wandered. Hypnotized from the way your body feels weightless. Like the feather behind Neteyam’s ear. You're fully immersed but the journey to the sea anemone is lost on you. You don’t comprehend what’s happening as you all slowly bring him out of the leaf. Turning his body so his face met the night sky. You don’t hesitate to lay your hand over his bound ones. You lean in, eyes wide, your heart begging for a sign. Pain paints your eyes, a tear falling into the water causing a ripple.
“You gotta let him go kiddo.” Jake’s strained voice startles you. Your eyes remain on Neteyam. Your body was present but your mind was still back on the ship. Back on the rock where you watched life leave his eyes. “Y/n?”
“Y/n, they have to take him, okay?” Lo’ak voices echo in your ears. His own hands wrap around your own. Slowly prying your grip away from his brother's hands. You don’t react to this. Lo’ak drags you back away from his body. Keeping his arms wrapped around your frozen frame. Neytiri feigns a frown watching you lose yourself there all at once and all together. She turns to meet her husband's gaze and then takes a deep breath along with him. Both dive opposite of each other to help their momentum to lower their son's body into the water. Pushing with their hands and legs. Kiri, Tuk, and Spider, then join, lowering themselves into the water to watch. Lo’ak eyes fix themselves on you. Your eyes stared out into the open water, not meeting his own.
“Take a deep breath, okay.” Lo’ak executed the action, reminding you how to do so. Your eyes flicker up to him for a moment before intaking a good amount of air. He offered a nod then your bodies sunk past the surface layer. You didn’t know what to expect but watching as Neteyam’s body was slowly lowered, the first yellow tendril making contact with his arms and legs, it made you want to scream, swallow the water that would fill your lungs. Sink down to the bottom with him. The thought grew very tempting. Even as Lo’ak removed his arms around you. So you went along with the idea. Impulse taking over rationality. You opened your mouth, watching air bubbles rumble in front of your face. Your lungs burn as the saltwater makes your body convulse. The surface not being more than an arm's length away, but you were stupid enough to widen the distance. Allow yourself to sink. To drown in your own sorrow
You didn’t watch as his body descended to the bottom of the sea anemone.
As far as you were concerned, his death never happened. The situation left you in a state of hysteria. Even after Lo’ak and Kiri’s failed attempts. You would still not believe them when they told you that Neteyam was gone. That he was dead. You refused to believe such an absurd thing.
That was the first change they noticed in your state of denial. Not wanting to take the necessary steps to mentally prepare for his death. The second change made Lo’ak and Kiri’s hearts settle with uneasiness. After Neteyam's passing, you were unable to function as effectively as the others. When Lo'ak observed you occasionally, you would stare at the water, oblivious to the world around you, and solely focus on the ripples the water created. You did this so often that you made it a habit to tune out the living and wait on the dead. Counting on Neteyam to resurface, and come help you understand why your whole world suddenly turned upside down. He always had the answers to your questions. Always had the ability to ease your troubles and doubts.
There was never any cause for concern. The way they would find you sitting alone. There wasn’t anything to worry about. Until you made it a habit of not coming up for air. Lo’ak and Kiri had decided to voice their concerns towards their parents when you hadn’t resurfaced for over a few minutes one night. You were pushing yourself to hold your breath for longer periods. A dangerous habit. One they didn’t want to see the end results of when you eventually didn’t break through the top layer of water. The conversation they had with their father playing like a broken record in the back of their heads. A constant reminder not to let you out of their sights.
-
“I want you to follow her, see where she goes, okay.”
“What?” Lo’ak met his father’s eyes with disbelief. “Why us? Dad, you need to tell her something. Ground her. Keep her home. Y/n’s not okay. She won’t listen to Kiri and me, but maybe if you talk to her, she will!”
“Dad, she keeps wandering off during the night. Dad, I’ve found her gasping for air other times because she’s tried to stay underwater. She needs help!” Kiri pleaded. “You have to help her!”
“If what you two are telling me is true, then you need to keep a close eye on her. Someone in her state cannot be trusted to be left alone right now, okay? Why do you think I’m keeping an eye on your mother?”
“I-I thought you said mom was fine?” Lo’ak furrowed his brows.
“She’s not.” Jake shook his head. “I’m lucky enough if I can get her to eat something every day, let alone get her out of bed…Look that girl’s not thinking straight. She’s mourning your brother. We all are. And right now, trying to grasp the difference between right and wrong is not something she can do.”
“Not grasping? Neteyam’s dead! What is there not to grasp? He’s gone, Dad, and she doesn’t want to believe that…” Lo’ak voice broke. Turning his head so that his father couldn’t see him cry. Though when he lifted his head to meet his dad’s eyes again, he found him in the exact same state. Jake reached forward and pulled Lo’ak into his chest. Holding him close, providing comfort.
“Y/n can’t mentally grasp anything right, right now Dad. She’s barely taking care of herself as it is.” Kiri’s lips formed into a thin line. “I don’t want to watch her meet the same fate as Neteyam. I can’t go through that again.”
“I know. I know. He’s gone and it’s hard to come to terms with that sometimes. Especially for your mom, and for Y/n. Just– Y/n’s in denial right now which is making it very hard for her to even want to deal with the idea of Neteyam being gone. We know he’s gone, your mother and tuk, they know he’s gone, but Y/n doesn’t, okay? You can’t make someone process a loss if they’re not willing to, and she’s not willing to. I just need you two to make sure she doesn’t give in to her impulsive thoughts, okay? Keep her from doing anything stupid. At least until she’s ready to try and move forward.”
“What do you want us to do until then?” Lo’ak pulled back. Annoyance struck Jake’s features, ready to scold the boy.
“Did you not just– Just make sure her heart’s still beating by the end of each night, yeah? That’s all I ask. Keep her alive.”
“You mean to keep her from killing herself.” Lo’ak scowled.
“Lo’ak-” Kiri nudged him.
“Just do me that favor.” Jake closed his eyes, not wanting to dispute with his children. Not having the energy to do so anymore. “Please, that's all I ask. All I ask.”
“Yes sir.” Lo’ak nodded. Bowing his head.
-
You slowed your breathing as Neytiri and Jake settled down into a deep slumber.
A broken laugh would leave your lips anytime Lo’ak or Kiri, even Tuk, would try and convince you to eat. Poor Tuk. She couldn’t convince you to play with her anymore either. Her favorite pastime moments were no more. She missed having you braid her hair. It felt like something that was lost now. Neteyam’s death took a toll on trying to be happy. You knew it was something that you could be, but sadly it was something you were not.
Neteyam was a memory. A dream really. An endless thought that enlightened your spirit. He made things better, but you were no better. The light within you dimmed when he took his last breath. All the oxygen left your body that day too. You were still clawing for air, trying to reach for it, to give oxygen to your lungs. You couldn’t breathe. Not without him.
Tsireya and Aonung were made aware of this as well. Both offered to secretly take care of you each time you dived.
“She’s hurting. We all are. You just need to make sure she doesn’t give in to her impulsive thoughts okay? Y/n grieves him differently...”
Lo’ak replayed his fathers' words as he, Kiri, Tsireya, and Aonung, followed from a discreet distance. You snuck out of the Marui pod and called upon your Ilu. One of several times you’ve done so. It was muscle memory to you by now. The act of going off on your own.
You never went anywhere far. Just to the Cove of the Ancestors. Lo’ak picked up on where you’d go after the third time he and Kiri followed you. You always rode out to the spirit tree. It was your most frequented place after the funeral.
You dismounted your Ilu. Removing your queue before taking a deep breath. The others had arrived just as you dove in head first. Your Ilu swimming off.
Lo’ak had turned onto his back, relaxing on his Ilu. Hands behind his head as he watched the night sky. The others were staring, but this was what it was like waiting for you. It was routine, and Lo’ak wanted to lay down till your return.
“How long till she resurfaces?” Aonung followed Lo’ak and relaxed on his Ilu. Tsireya and Kiri remained seated but Tsireya’s shoulders were slumped. The composure of the chief's daughter faded amongst her friends. On the occasion of your nightly visits to the Cove, it’d mostly be Lo’ak and Kiri attending. Tsireya and Aonung would come along, but it was never frequent for them. Yet tonight the whole gang was here.
“She’s been getting better at breathing. She was down there for almost an hour the day before.” Lo’ak removed his hands and dipped them into the water creating ripples. “I’m betting thirty minutes, maybe less.” His ear twitched as he heard a scoff to his right. Kiri rolled her eyes.
“The spirit tree allows you to breathe once you make the bond, Lo’ak.” Tsireya reminded him. “Like the Txampaysye (Gill Mantle). Y/n is able to spend a longer time in the water.”
“Skxawng. We are not here to bet on anything. Mind him Tsireya, he doesn’t understand what these visits mean to Y/n.” Kiri sighed as she spoke to Tsireya. “It’s however much time she needs, not how long she takes. Besides, she’s always resurfaced!” Kiri splashed Lo’ak.
Lo’ak’s mood now peeved, he shot her a narrowed glare. “What about last time, huh?”
“We don’t talk about it, Lo’ak!” Kiri’s eyes grew. She shook her head, warning him. If he so much as peeped. “You promised Dad!”
“What happened last time?” Aonung eyes flickered back and forth between the siblings.
“Kiri thinks Y/n was drowning last time.” Lo’ak lifted his chin staring right through her. Waiting to see a falter in her poised composure.
“You do not believe so?” Tsireya’s eyes narrowed, shifting onto Lo’ak in question.
“She couldn’t hold her breath anymore–'' Kiri tries but Lo’ak cuts her off again.
“No, she wanted to drown!” Lo’ak couldn’t hold back any longer. He was tired of sugarcoating that horrid night. Tired of keeping it a secret. “It’s why she won’t talk to her.” He looked at the two siblings and then at Kiri. “She’s mad at you because you saved her. Then you told Dad, and now we come out here and bring her home every night. That's the truth, Kiri!”
“She was hurting that day-“ Kiri closes her eyes.
“Y/n knew what she was doing Kiri.” Lo’ak neared his Ilu closer to her. Placing a hand on her shoulder. “It was not an accident.” Kiri gave in, nodding. Agreeing. Coming to terms with the fact she stopped you from trying to drown yourself. “If she doesn’t come up when the fish swim by, we go down for her. Yes?” He suggested. “Until then we take turns checking up on her.”
“Okay.” Kiri sighed.
“Okay.” Tsireya nodded.
“What do we do until then?” Everyone looked over to Aonung. “Wanna play a game?” They were not amused in the slightest. “What?” Aonung raised his arms.
“You can swim down first to check on her.” Lo’ak declared, pushing Aonung off his own Ilu.
-
Your eyes reopened after attaching your queue to the tree. You sat at the edge of a grass bed, feet dipped in the water. Neteyam disapproved of you doing so. You had the tendency to swish your feet back and forth, creating bubbles and ripples. Just like you were doing now. You smirked, eyeing a fish that swam away. You tilted your head, catching sight of its gray fin from behind. The poor thing had hidden from you behind a big rock.
“You’re scaring the fish.” A gasp escaped past your lips. You had lost count of how many times hearing his voice still surprised you. You wanted to tear up hearing him speak because it shouldn’t have felt real, but it was. He was. You knew it was because your hand would connect against the side of his face, every time. You could touch him, hear him, and cherish the mere sight of him alone. He was gone physically, but here. Here Neteyam was real.
The visits grow more difficult as time passes. You are able to stay for longer periods. The tree provides you with the possibility. Though, every time he appears, and you see his face, you fall into the false reality of his presence. Though you have to wake up from this at some point. Arriving to the tree is easy, it is the leaving that pains you. Your light would flicker as you’d go to close your eyes again, and the harsh reality would punch you right in the face, and you’d be met with the luminescent glow of the tree. The pink hue mocking you. You were always on the verge of a breakdown. During your first visit, you were sure you had filled the pond more with how much you cried. Neteyam was scared, thinking you were injured, but you had made the excuse that the Paysyul (Water Lily) he picked out for you was causing your eyes to water. That it was due to allergies, but Na’vi hardly got sick, yet he bought it. He stopped giving them to you afterward. Practically rid the pond of their existence. It made you cry even harder. That’s why your visits never lasted long enough. You could never hold yourself together in front of him.
“The fish are fine.” You smirked, glancing over your shoulder. You were met with a wide tooth grin and fangs.
He’s real here, you keep telling yourself as he grows near.
Your mouth opened as your eyes met. He was a vision. Beautiful. Transitioned from his baby face phase into the man you love. You didn’t dare speak in past tense. Your love for him was infinite. You’d love him forever until your dying breath. Your heart grew fonder as you both grew older. Playdates turned into hangouts, turned into meetings at this very pond. He and his father founded it first, the start-up of their father-son pastime, but Neteyam eventually granted you admission, having shared his safe place with you. Showing you where he collected his game, and where he ran off too to let off steam. It was where you two could get away. Be two skxawngs in love. Away from curious on-lookers. Where you weren’t trying to exceed as the next Tsahik and he wasn’t training to follow in his father's footsteps as Olo'eyktan. You were simply Y/n and Neteyam. Two peas in a pod. Fishes in a pond, really.
Neteyam, not in the slightest bit amused, saw you eyeing the fruit in his hand. He bit into one of them before making his way over to your side. He set his bow down to his side and took his seat. Soaking his feet in the pond too. He chewed on a piece as he offered the other four in his palm. You bit your lip, looking amongst them to grab the ripest one. You took one and bit into it. Your eyes nearly crossed in pleasure due to the sweetness it gave off. The delightful snack almost makes you forget about the boy of the hour. You press your fingertips to your lips as you swallow the bite. You turn your head not expecting his eyes already on you. One look from him was all it took to make your ears dip. You felt a whirlpool in your stomach before you turned away. You cleared your throat and tucked a loose braid behind your ear. “See, they are perfectly happy.” You gestured with your finger to the fish swimming near your feet.
Neteyam playfully narrowed his eyes at you as he took another bite out of his Yovo. He offered another fruit to you but sucked his teeth when you shook your head no. You weren’t here to eat. He rolled his eyes and let them drop beside him. Coming to his feet again. He collected his bow and an arrow. Eyes scanning the pond, following the movement of the fishes. He dared a glance down at you. His smile grew as you tried shying away again, but your eyes never swayed from him. You could see the shift in his demeanor turn into a cocky one. Always wanting to impress you, even in the afterlife. He gave you a smirk, then focused on his breathing and his stance. It was enough to make you turn into a puddle. A whirlpool of a hurricane in spin mode. Neteyam knew how flustered you got around him, he practically grew another ego from it, but you continued to encourage it even now.
He exclaimed, raising his hands in the air as the arrow hit its target. You laughed as he jumped into the pool picking up the wriggling fish. The creature twitched in his grasp. You squinted, covering your face, as water droplets hit you. He looked down at it, inspecting its size and width, before yanking the arrow out of it. You grimaced watching it grow still. They were yummy, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still think they were gross. Your nose scrunched as he came closer.
Fish, you hated them. It’s why you stopped eating them back at the Marui pod. You had enough of them. You were convinced that Eywa had turned one of them yellow during one of your last visits to keep it spontaneous. To keep the peace and to keep away any annoyance you had of them. Yet, Neteyam was the happiest when shooting for fish. You’d watch him shoot that same damn fish over and over again because he loved it, and you. You loved Neteyam. Seeing him at ease with himself passing the time at the pond. It brought you comfort. You wouldn’t trade it for a thing.
Neteyam held the fish up like a trophy. Amazed by the big game he was going to bring home. The proud smile of his father is what he was hoping to see. He looked at the fish like it was the coolest thing in the world. Though upon knowing, he has done much more exciting endeavors. But catching big game trumped undergoing his Iknimaya for sure. You were slightly guilty for his great catch. You would make one fish slightly more significant, larger than the rest during each visit. The bigger the fish, the more his smile grew. It was the only thing you wanted to see.
“Do you see this?” He beamed with delight. “Oh thank you Great Mother for this gift!”
The only thing.
You hadn’t realized you had been crying until Neteyam voiced his concerns. Until his thumb caressed over the fallen tears on your cheek.
“You okay, syulang (flower)?”
“Mmm?” You sniffled, looking up at him with a half-hearted laugh.
“You’re crying. Are you unwell? Was it the Yovo?” He reached across you, going for the dropped purple fruit next to you. He wanted to see if they were bad, but you stopped him.
“No, no, I’m okay.”
Neteyam frowned as he reached up again. His thumb wiped another fallen tear. His touch lingered on your skin. “Something is wrong.” He huffed with a smile. He brought both hands up to cup your face.
“Nothing is wrong, ‘teyam.” You denied it.
“Yes, because I got rid of all the Paysyuls (Water Lilies). Your eyes should be dry.” Neteyam looked around the pond and then back to you. “Is it your allergies?”
“No, not that.” You shook your head. You turned his chin to face you. Hands cupping his face gently. You just held him there. So grateful to be able to feel him. See him.
“What is it then?”
“I’m just happy to see you.” Your eyes grew watery again. Neteyam leaned into your touch. “Spend time with you.”
His brows furrowed, a hint of a smile making its way onto his face. He grew amused but felt fond of your confession. Pressing the space between your eyes in a teasing manner.
“I’m happy to see you too.” His shoulders relaxed. You groaned as you shook out your hands. You were really bad at staying composed. You tried but failed to wipe away your tears, Neteyam reached forward again to wipe under one of your eyes. “But no more crying, you’ll scare the fish away.” He tried to remain serious but you saw him falter. His ears twitched. You gasped, hitting his shoulder.
“I will not!” You laughed. “The fish are fine.” He joined in on the laughter, happy to have brought back your smile.
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Lo’ak had sent Tsireya down after a while. He, Aonung, and Kiri watched as the bioluminescent fish swam underneath them. Mostly swirling around Kiri. He met her gaze before he went to inhale a big chunk of air. He released it though when Tsireya resurfaced.
“What happened? Is she okay?” Lo’ak asked. She gave a nod.
“She is fine. She’s coming up.”
They brought their heads out of the water. Waiting as you took your time resurfacing. The faint outline of your body could be seen as you grew closer. Once your head passed above the layer of water, you exhaled softly. You tread the water in silence. The others had formed a circle around you. You were staring off into space. Letting your thoughts cloud your mind. You had almost missed Lo’ak’s question.
“You okay? Did you see him?”
You only nodded. A tear trailing down your cheek and into the water like a dew drop. “He’s okay.” You sniffled. “He remains at the pond.” You let out a broken laugh. The group started to enclose the circle, each slowly resting a hand on you before engulfing you in their embrace. They hold you as you continue to tear up after your latest encounter with Neteyam. “I miss him.”
“We miss him too.” Kiri offered a faint smile. You glanced at her. Smiling faintly as you acknowledged her being here for you, even after you declared you hated her. Her teary eyes met yours in agreement. It was time to disperse and move past the fight you had with her.
“He’s at peace.” You sniffled. “That at least brings me some.”
“That’s good, no?” Lo’ak dipped his head to catch your eyes.
“It is, but it gets harder to visit. I don’t want to stop though.”
“Then don’t.” Lo’ak shrugged. The others nodded in agreement.
“Really?” You peered up through your eyelashes. “But don’t you hate coming with me? Waiting for so long?” You frowned.
“If this is helping you. We’ll be here every night, waiting for you. However long it takes.”
“Maybe not that long– Ow!” Aonung cried out in pain. Tsireya had swatted him over the head. “We’ll wait.” Aonung cleared his throat.
The corner of your lip lifts in amusement. You always assumed you weren’t worth someone going out of their way for you. This proved you wrong.
“Let’s go home yeah?” Lo’ak gestured over his shoulder. You nodded. He got on his Ilu first then offered his hand to you. You climb on the back and hold on for the ride home. Then you all took off. You glanced back at the spirit tree below the water knowing tomorrow would await another night visiting Neteyam. For the first time, you felt like you could breathe. There’d be no hurry to meet him now. He’d still be there welcoming your arrival with corny jokes and removing another found Paysyul (Water Lilies) from the pond. There was no rush to this, not when you were grieving him.
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Lo’ak had imagined you being gone the next night. Your time spent at the Cove once more, but he was rather surprised seeing you sat near the Marui pod. Feet in the water. Hands gripping the woven edge. You were just mindlessly being. Existing and letting your thoughts run rampage through your head. He couldn’t help wanting to join you.
He came forward and sat next to you. Letting his feet get soaked. His hands were now gripping the edge too. He broke the deafening silence amongst you eventually. Though nothing was ever really quiet around here. The clicks of the sea life creatures and the motions of the tide entering the reef, provided enough sound. He was oddly curious about something though, so he asked you.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” You lifted your head. Eyes shifting onto him.
“Try to hold your breath for so long. You know there are Txampaysye (Gill Mantle) for that?” He teased you.
“It’s silly.” You bit your lip.
“Tell me.” He urged you.
“Neteyam and I, we used to compete to see who could hold their breath the longest.” You closed your eyes, imagining yourself coming up for air before him. “He’d always win.” Neteyam’s head would pop up in a shit-eating grin. One you’d splash him for. He was never boastful though. Never one to make you feel like a sore loser. “I just wanted to see if I could finally beat him for once.” You laughed. It was indeed silly, but it was silly to you in a sentimental way. Lo’ak being Lo’ak had decided to break your heartwarming memory.
“He definitely cheated.”
“What?” You gasped. “No, he didn’t.” You shoved him. “Neteyam was very just in his actions.”
“He cheated!” Lo’ak couldn’t contain his laughter. Swatting or holding your wrist to prevent you from pushing him into the water.
“He did not. Don’t say that. He let me win once.”
“He did?” Lo’ak stifles his laughter. His eyes and ears relaxing. He offered you a lopsided grin before growing serious again. Not wanting to dampen your memory of his brother.
“No.” You shook your head, feeling deflated. Lo’ak’s laughter picked right back up. Everything you thought you had ever known was ruined. “No, I think– I think he cheated.” You purse your lips. Staring straight into the water. You slacked your jaw, scoffing. “This is your fault!” You smacked his shoulder.
“My fault? This is Neteyam we are talking about.” Lo’ak continued to laugh. “He wasn’t always so serious Y/n, but he always liked to win.”
“It’s not funny!” You whined.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Lo’ak reached for your hands and gripped them tightly. “But no seriously, stop it, even if it brings back the memories of him. You can drown, and I really don’t want to give you CPR.” You gasped this time, playfully hitting him.
“You skxawng...” You smiled nonetheless. Lo’ak reciprocated. You were the only other person who liked to call him that. He wasn’t going to admit it, but he was missing Neteyam and being called that. The thought plunged deep into his heart, but it left a fond feeling. He had you now to help fill in the space where a gap was. “He loved you very much, Lo’ak. Never forget that.” You pressed your palm to his cheek. He nodded in response. Leaning into your palm.
“He loved you too.” Lo’ak extended his arm out, bringing you to his side for a hug. You rested your head on his shoulder, watching the waves softly sway.
“He caught a fish today.”
“Is that all you two do in there, catch fish?” Lo’ak pulled back with a smirk.
“This big…” You smiled, extending your arms the length it was. “Lit up like the Spirit Tree.”
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gorgeous (10) — think about the consequence.
— GORGEOUS, an avatar smau
( by yawneneteyam )
masterlist
— gorgeous, think about the consequence !
"okay, so it's kiri's birthday this weekend and lo'ak and I were going to take her out if you and tsireya want to come?" neteyam tried to not make it obvious how much he wanted her there, but he found himself enjoying y/n's presence more and more, missing it when she wasn't around.
y/n and neteyam were sitting in neteyam's car in the parking lot of an in n' out. he had gotten them lunch, paid for them both again, much to y/n's dismay. instead of driving anywhere to eat, they were both content watching the sunset on the day together in park.
"it's her birthday?" y/n said covering her mouth, trying to not seem too disgusting in front of neteyam. however, she had come to realise how little neteyam cared about what she looked like, sounded like or wore- he was just happy for her to simply exist. so y/n found herself letting go of her insecurities when around him, happy to just be.
"yeah, she likes to keep it pretty quiet," neteyam nodded, eating a few more fries, "not sure why, because whenever we throw her a party, she has a great time,"
"maybe she just wants you to keep throwing parties for her," y/n shrugged, "might be special to her,"
"I think so," neteyam agreed.
"guess who messaged me the other day," y/n raised her eyebrows at neteyam before taking a long sip of her soda. neteyam licked his bottom lip before responding, y/n gazed at them for too long.
"who?" Netayem's eyebrows knitted together as y/n offered him a sip of her drink, he gladly accepted.
"towa'an," y/n scoffed.
neteyam stopped sipping from the straw in between his teeth, "you're kidding," his voice muffled by the paper.
"nope," y/n popped the 'p' on her word before taking another bite of her food.
"what did he want?" neteyam realised how angry he sounded when he spoke, he surprised himself. neteyam could tell that he surprised y/n with his tone too.
"was just asking how I am and stuff like that," y/n shrugged, "trying to talk to me like we're friends kinda,"
"well you're not," Neteyam told her, "he knows that, so he can fuck off,"
y/n's heart began to race faster with the intensity of Neteyam's voice. he sounded pissed off, jealous maybe. neteyam was trying to think about why he was speaking the way he was, but it was like the words fell from his mouth before he could even think. neteyam knew he was jealous.
y/n laughed off his seriousness, "yeah I know that, he knows that" she sighed. "he's just being himself, wanting the attention once he can't have it," she explained. neteyam was trying to listen, he really was- but he couldn't shake what lo'ak had said to him earlier on in the day.
"come on, let me take you back home," neteyam pat her thigh twice before turning the ignition. y/n felt her stomach and thigh tingle from his touch. a soft 'thanks' fell from her lips before netayem reversed out of the parking lot.
his head was now racing with thoughts, he was overthinking the fact that he had touched her leg like that- so high up on her thigh. neteyam wasn't sure if she was comfortable with him doing that, he shouldn't have done it... but he liked it. he liked it a lot.
maybe he did like y/n.
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finally back!! I've already made some of the graphics for the next chapter which is good and it will hopefully be up soon, this week is just/has been so crazy for me!!!!!! I know this chapter is a little short and you're all probably like why the fuck did it take so long??? but I haven't had the time to sit down and put it all together which is sad, but I hope you guys like it and aren't too upset that I took so long with it <3 so much love
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All Of My Love ( II. )
(Series Masterlist)
Neteyam x Avatar!reader
IN WHICH Neteyam’s mother and clan disapproves of your relationship, because you’re a dreamwalker. When you both advance in your relationship, the clan cannot help but attempt to ruin things for the both of you.
WC: 5.5k
Warnings: asshole!neteyam :(, dramatic asf, ANGST, UNEDITED
Upon the sight of yours and Neteyam’s relationship thriving, many couldn’t help but want to stick their noses all up in your business. Behind your backs and out of range from your heightened hearing, a plan was set and ready to be performed.
Neteyam was getting more and more busy as the days went by, having been requested many things suspiciously all of a sudden. He couldn’t complain though, plus he thought it was good training for the future when he’d have to be chief. He’d still meet you during eclipse though, he was exhausted and you’d lull him to sleep as he laid his head on your lap.
It didn’t take long for his duties to overhaul the little time he had to spend with you. When he’d arrive back at the high camp, he’d be way too fatigued and drained that he did not have the will to walk all the way to your tent to lay with you at night. You wanted to pretend like this didn’t take even a sliver of a toll on your relationship, that the unforeseen arguments that were occurring between the two of you was nothing. You tried to get him to relax because he was overworking himself, but he’d always tell you that he was fine.
You rejoiced on the days that Neteyam could spend a moment with you. May it be taking a seat next to you during any meal, having him choke on his food as you recalled your day to him. You raised his blood pressure any higher than Lo’ak could, and you definitely deserve a whole ass award for this. You would tell him how you came face to face with a thanator during one of your walks, speaking of it as though it was a typical Monday-morning kind of thing. Some days he would even run away from his duties to take you on a date upon the scruffy backs of your ikrans.
He laughed freely as he watched you make your ikran do some sort of aerial flip. The deep sound of his voice was something you’d pay to hear just about all the time. His ikran Seze chirped at your own, full set of razor-sharp teeth on full display. Azie reciprocated his action, seeming as joyful as the two lovers that rode on their backs at the moment.
In that way, Neteyam thought about how much you both resembled his parents so much. A four fingered native na’vi falling in love with a five fingered foreign‘freak’. Hated upon his clan but that didn’t stop you from feeling like one of them. Jake and Neytiri’s love language was going on dates on their ikran’s, flying together was a sign of fondness for the chief and his mate.
Neteyam’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your sweet laughter. He glanced at you with his signature smile graced upon his face as he watched you tilt your head backwards. The breeze ran perfectly through your half braided hair, styled much like his mother’s when she had first met his father.
At times he would understand why Neytiri was adamant with the humans. They had taken so much away from her in such a short amount of time, though a man of the same kind had given her everything back in exchange. Jake had given her a new home, a new family, a new kind of love. He gave her hope when she thought that there was none.
However, with you, Neytiri couldn’t seem to see you at all. She despises you. She loathes you for standing on their land, for breathing the same air as them. But you were just the same as Jake, if not a sliver but closer to the na’vi than Jake would’ve ever been if he had never had his consciousness transferred.
You were a pandora-human. One of the first of your kind to have been born on the planet, amongst Spider that came shortly before you.
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Phase two of their plan was meant to spoil your relationship more than they already have. When the already tired and overwhelmed Neteyam came back home from a hunting party, he was first met with the pitiful sight of his youngest sister’s tear stained cheeks. He picked up the speed despite the painful contraction that he felt in the muscle of his left leg. The cramp could be tended after, no matter how strained he was, his family would always come first.
Neteyam pulled Tuk close to him as he asked what had happened to comfort her. Her silence concerned Neteyam as she would not dare to utter a single word to him. The only sounds that we’re coming from her we’re the quiet sobs that toyed with Neteyam’s heartstrings. From the corner of his eyes had he spotted one of the hunters running up to them, looking exhausted too as he caught up to the duo.
“Poor girl, she looks so distraught,” he said, voice thick with something that neteyam could not decipher. Tuk shot him a look but it soon faltered as his gaze met hers, shutting up her already silent form.
“I saw the dreamwalker bring her outside the village’s gates today. Apparently some random guy brought her back in after hours, and that demon was nowhere to be seen!” he expressed with fake concern etched on his face. The over-the-top frown that he was giving the siblings must’ve been a dead giveaway, but the oldest Sully was too focused on his sister’s misery to even bother with the man.
Usually Neteyam was not one to trust these people when they would redirect their poor talking towards you. Though in his overwhelmingly stressed state, he did not know what and who to believe anymore. The fact that Tuk was as silent as a stone did not do much to disprove the stranger’s words. He knew that it was wrong and that he had to trust his girlfriend over all, because you had shown that to him - that you relied all of your trust in him. Though he had decided to pick the clan’s side on this day, not knowing how much it would affect the both of you later on.
Coming back from your own tiring day, your weary legs dragged across the high camp’s floor. It took you a couple of minutes or so before you had finally spotted your companion from afar. Your once happy gaze fell on the sobbing Tuktirey and it had soon faltered as you ran to the three na’vis. The odd man took it as his queue to leave, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
“Are you ok? Tuk? What has happened?” you questioned the both of them, though mostly the victim of the cascading tears. To your surprise, you had only been met with the sheer silence of Tuk and the creased eyebrow bones of Neteyam. His ears flickered as he spoke to you.
“You have taken my sister outside, where she shouldn't have been today….” he scoffed and your heart throbbed at his heavy accusation. Why would he think that of you? You would do nothing of such sort without the Sully’s permission, you knew better than that.
“I…Neteyam, I was out with the other women all day today. They were teaching me how to weave, I didn't not even see your sister before leaving!” you attempted to defend yourself from his harsh gaze, leaving out the part where you had run off and nearly gotten hauled by yet another wild animal. He already looked like he was on the verge of ripping out his own braids one by one, you had no reasons to add to his displeasure. The fact that he was so quick to accuse you out of everyone had shocked you, his claims were coming out of nowhere. At least In your point of view.
Neteyam felt bad because being with someone means giving your full trust and loyalty and at the moment he felt like he was failing you. Though his concern as a big brother will always be bigger than the both of you.
“I can even prove it to yo-“ you tried again but he interrupted you.
“Maybe you should go back to your own tent for now Y/N…” he sighed, rubbing the fingers of his free hand on his temples. His voice was low and they sounded full of exhaustion and you wanted nothing more than to comfort your na’vi companion, but his outburst kept you from initiating any contact.
“Do you not trust me, Neteyam? Where’s this all coming from?” you pleaded but at the moment, he was not seeing you at all. Your ears were just as crestfallen as his and Tuk’s, who she stood in the middle of your dissection. He had not even given you an explanation or even so less of a cause as to why he was putting the blame on you. How was this supposed to be counted as playing fair? It isn’t certainly wasn't.
“Just drop it for now Y/N, we will deal with the matter on another day. I am tired and I wish for nothing more than peace at the moment…" His words were hurting you even though he did not mean to. Were you just a burden to him now? You used to bring peace upon amongst him when he was all tensed up and stiff, now it seemed like you were the cause of all of his tense muscles.
At the sight of Tuk’s obvious discomfort, you did not wish to bother them anymore. He walked away gloomily and your tail found itself a place tucked between your legs. Your ears twitched up as you heard the familiar snicker of 2 na’vi boys, though when you turned around - they were nowhere to be seen.
-
After your little argument yesterday, you had returned back to your lone tent. The night was not necessarily cold but you felt like it was freezing without his embrace. Ilicite as it felt, because the golden Sully boy would sneak off despite his mother’s warning during eclipse, just to snuggle with you. Sleep had not been falling upon you easily, despite your closed eyelids, your mind was still up and running. For a short moment, you and Neteyam had been living so freely, away from the prying eyes of the omatikaya - then the next everything seemed to be just falling to shit. He has been so busy recently, tending with village work and with his undying olo’eyktan training. Not to forget the many courting offers that had been thrown at him all of a sudden.
He could not even spend as much as an hour without having a na’vi woman or her parents attempt to present themselves to him. It disgusted him to no end, the fact that they knew of his relationship but decided to ignore that fact for the sake of it. Sometimes they would even go as far as doing it when you were around, and you knew that it was just a bothersome act to dishearten you. You felt an unfamiliar feeling deep down in your stomach when they would linger a little too long, or when they would make these unnecessarily vile comments about him, leaving while giggling shortly after. Sometimes they would give him trinkets or jewellery, an act of courting amongst the na’vi.
Jealousy was what you deemed that feeling to be, even though you knew that you had no reasons to be. You were far from being insecure - you were confident with skills and you loved the way that you looked. Neteyam adored that about you, he admired the confidence that you possessed.
Nevertheless, the feeling would quickly dissipate as he was quick to reject their advances. You would always watch with the smallest of smiles on your face as he made it clear that he did not want anything to do with them, and soon their hateful glares would be redirected towards you - that probably would be standing not too far behind Neteyam. Their hate was only an ego boost if you had to be completely honest.
He had never hidden it, the love between you too. It was out and on display for every passing na’vi. He was not ashamed of you, nor of what you were. He might’ve hated your people for what they had done to his clan, but you were not like them. Despite the fact that you were still partly human, because when your na’vi body would sleep in the comfort of her tent, you would have to wake up and take care of your human body in order to keep her healthy and going.
He was happy with you and even if you were no real na’vi, he vowed to continue to cherish you and only you until he falters from the lands of Pandora. Though he had no way of knowing what was in stock for him.
Clumsy yet usually precise hands opened the tent flaps, closing them after making their entrance. You had already known who it was because in this clan, no one else would bother to pay you a visit at this time other than the widely sought Neteyam. You attempted to keep your cover, eyelids kept shut as you pretended to sleep.
Your tail however, was wishing upon your downfall. It swayed from left to right involuntarily and Neteyam was quick to have caught onto your act. Your tail hitting against the hard floor made a loud thumping sound and he chuckled a little too loudly before shushing himself with his palm.
“I can see that you are awake,” he said slowly, encore his voice had completely vanished.
You did nothing but lay down and pretend to be asleep still, despite your previous slip-up. You thought that tent was a little too silent before a pair of arms caged you in, sly fingers tickling every single inch of your body. You laughed as the relentless fingers grazed all over your body, sending you to the edge of tearing up.
Suddenly the tickling stopped but just then, a head had popped up in front of yours. His body was twisted in a weird kind of way, like some sort of contortionist. Since your body was turned away from his, he had to find ways to scare you alright? You let out a quick yelp at his jumpscare, before hitting him in the chest for scaring you.
“I said I know you’re not sleeping." he said, now calmer as you looked at him with your open eyes, immediately blowing your cover. He lied down next to you, watching the ceiling as though it was the most interesting attraction. His arms were crossed above his torso as his feet were moving in fidgety in-out motions. You eyes him closely from your own spot, now being turned on your side while facing his way. He looked way too jittery for your liking and you could immediately tell that something was wrong.
It didn’t matter if you two had fought earlier, it didn’t matter to you if he chose to ignore what had happened earlier - you were going to put whatever disagreement that you both had in the past just to comfort him at the moment.
“Is there any reason why you are here?” you asked, tone leaking with softness as the sweet sound seeped through his ears and straight to the deepest parts inside of him. He closed his eyes before exhaling loudly.
“Nothing for you to worry about, I just came to inform you that we are going hunting tomorrow and you must accompany us.” He sang, as if the two of you were currently on good terms. His accent ran thick like honey and you were weak for it. You held yourself back from speaking of what happened earlier and instead nodded your head, crawling closer to him so you were both now on your sides - face to face.
“Sure then, I will come to the hunt because the all mighty son of olo’eyktan just can't live without me.” you joked, raising your voice higher as you dragged out your sarcastic response. Neteyam rolled his eyes playfully at your comment, nevertheless moving closer to you. You were practically already half-asleep by now, finding peace in his presence.
A warm smile crawled its way onto his face as his eyes softened, watching as you battled between slumber and wake. He chuckled as you head bobbed as you nearly succumbed to sleep, he moved an arm from its previous spot on his torso, bringing it behind your neck to act as a support. You visibly relaxed, features softening at your turn as you were now lost between the borderlands of dreamland. He moved closer in order to embrace your sleeping form, and soon enough he succumbed to the well-awaited state.
-
Upon the sun’s appearance, you were quick to be up and steady on your feet. Today you would go hunting with the other teens of the clan, thus including Neteyam. You wanted to show him how much you had improved with your bow, you wanted to make him proud after everything that had been happening between the both of you. You had packed your belongings just as fast as you had arrived in front of your ikran, ready to embark into the adventure that Eywa had in stock for you today.
Azie nudged her head at your stomach playfully, pushing you hard enough to nearly knock you off your feet. You snickered at her before gently pushing her head in return, the both of you feeling giddy on this day. She looked up towards the sky, stretching her long neck before looking back at you, and you just knew at that moment that she wanted nothing more than to fly with you.
One of the girls from the hunting group made her way besides you, making the call for her own banshee. She kept on side-eying you nervously, as if she wanted to ask something but she was too shy. Azie noticed the looks that the girl was giving you, and she pushed you with the side of her head again - this time a little harder. You looked at her once more, a little annoyed as your creased eyebrows revealed so.
Before you could reprimand her, the feeling of someone’s soft fingers tapping on your shoulders caught you off guard. You turned around only to be met with the sight of a shorter na’vi, though she didn’t look much younger than any of you. She looked shy and hesitant to talk to you but at the sight of her ikran and the nudge that yours had given you, you were more than aware of what she wanted.
“Do you want to race me there?” you beamed at her, displaying your oddly pearly white canines. The girl which you still ignored the name of nodded, climbing onto her ikran without waiting for you to mount yours. Behind her, Neteyam watched you with pride filled eyes. He was elated by the sight of you finally making a friendly encounter with someone else than his family and Zepii. You hadn’t noticed him staring thankfully, because you were quick to depart on your ikran, breaking through the wind with the other girl right at your tail. He chuckled to himself as he swiftly mounted Seze at his turn, racing to catch up with the two of you and before you both knew, everyone had departed on the backs of their mountain banshees to follow you.
It was no surprise to you or anyone when Neteyam had arrived first even though he was not even part of your competition with the other girl. He would tease you endlessly about it later, for now you had all been separated into little groups and you blessed Eywa that your partner had been the daughter of Tarsem, Zepii.
The moist grass felt like heaven under your feet after the many days spent without a drop of rain. Since Pandora is a One-temperate world, the forest acclimated a warm temperature during the day, though it felt alright when eclipse would take place, hiding you from the scorching sun. The na’vi clothes that had been weaved by Kiri were like a gift sent by Eywa herself, you couldn’t have been imagining yourself with your normal clothes in this forest right now.
Zepii strided besides you, her hands behind her back as she carefully observed where she was walking. She unlatched her hands from behind her, fumbling with your hand before entertaining your fingers together. You looked up from whatever you were staring at down there, meeting with her familiar yellow eyes. Zepii was an angel, truly Eywasend. You could see a fragment of concern in her eyes as she looked at your wondering form.
The Syaksyuk around the both of you were swinging from tree to tree. High pitched screams leaving their little mouths at each move.
“What is wrong with you? You look so out of it…” she questioned you as the luxurious beads from her locks shook, clanking against each other almost rhythmically. You looked at her with your mouth agape, were you really that easy to read?
Before you could even muster an answer back to her, a stray Yerik brushed past you. Its slim body rubbed straight against your toned leg as it ran away from seemingly nothing. You yelped at the sudden feeling, and to your bad luck, a whole flock of hidden yerik came rushing past the two of you. They came from everywhere, pushing past the two of you as you held back the urge not to laugh. One of them even had the audacity to open its mouth at you, in a belligerent act of you being in its way.
That had seemed to be the breaking point for both Zepii and you as you both burst out laughing. You doubled over as you held an arm over your stomach, already feeling the ache from how hard the both of you were laughing. They were just so funny with their tiny bodies yet hostile behaviour, you couldn’t help it.
Once calmed down and freed from the laughter curse, you looked back up at your friend that was patiently waiting for you.
“Nothing, it’s just…” you hesitate before the na’vi woman. You felt slightly guilty because you considered Zepii as one of your best friends. You know that you could confide in her but speaking about your emotions was never something that you were big on.
Her smile dropped at your pause and she brought a hand to your shoulder, encouraging you to look back up at her again - so you did. You loved zepii like a sister. She was family to you, even if you were not born from the same family, yet enough the same species.
“Everything’s been going to shit with Neteyam,” you breathed in painfully as you cringed from the confession. Nevertheless, the encouraging face that Zepii gave you had sort of soothed you. “As of recently he has not even a minute to spare me, occasionally from the few days that we may go and have some fun in the forest. We have arguments more often and I have such a bad feeling about all of this Zepii.” you vented to the woman.
As you poured your heart’s contents out to the attentive girl, further from the two of you, a group of boys just could not keep their hands to themselves. Your satchel was laying on the floor besides one of the many humongous trees. A pair of filthy hands undid the strings that kept all of the contents from spilling out, reaching in to scavenge through your personal belongings.
He looked back at his friend with a similar mischievous smirk on his face. The boy cringed at the weird feeling of whatever was in your bag, before his hand made contact with something hard and slightly cold at first touch. He pulled it out swiftly before receiving a queue of ‘ooh’s from his friends at the sight of the transparent piece of technology.
“Get a load of this shit!” he hollered, smirking at his friends as they watched with big eyes. The ipad turned on as his fingers grazed against the screen, lighting up the once transparent device. He looked at it incredulously at first, being confused by its being or even its use. His fingers pressed on random apps, opening your research data, the pictures that you took of the wonderland, and even your notes.
Though he couldn’t understand because they were written in english and you praised Eywa for his english illiteracy.
One of the boys from his group leaped forward, snatching the tablet from the strong grip of his fingers. His finger grazed on a random button, and not even a second later, the shrillest of all alarms started bursting from the Ipad. The noise filled the forest from miles and off, waking up the forest from its deep slumber. It was a foreign noise, loud and disturbing - polluting the once peace of the forest.
The boys let go of the ipad in an attempt of making it stop. They were scared and confused by the strange device, so they did what they were best at when trouble arose - they ran. Leaving the Ipad behind and a swarm of animals rushed through the forest. Animals as small as the Yerik to as big as an angtsìk came bursting on the trail that the na’vi were following to the hunting grounds.
The sudden disturbance alerted everyone. The hunters nearby as well as the nearby adventures and everyone camped off from the arising trouble.
Though a stray angtsìk ran by the path, crushing the tiny ipad under its humongous paw. The ceasing noise was not enough to pacify the giant elephant-looking creature. It made is way furiously through the path, nearing the two na’vi that were infront of it. Unfortunately for you and Zepii, you turned out to be the two na’vi….
Her ears twitched at the sound of heavy and swift footsteps and suddenly her mood had dropped to one of eerie. You turned around at her fright and you felt the cold sweat dripping down your neck at the sight. The biggest, most intimidating animal was heading towards you. You and Zepii, you suddenly remembered.
You turned your gaze back at her, quickly noticing her frozen state. She looked distressed, scared even. She had never been so close to one of these creatures, and it was such a shame that it was in a near death experience that she had to see one. Your legs and arms worked faster than your mind at the moment as you extended your arms towards your friend, pulling her harshly by the shoulders and flushed against your torso.
Suddenly, the angtsìk that was a few seconds ago meters away, now ran by where you both previously stood. It crushed anything in its way and both you and Zepii fell back at the sheer force of the aftermath of its speed. You caged your arms around her in an act of protectiveness, but soon regretted as your back and the side of your ribs suffered the consequences.
Harsh winds and debris flew around the both of you before everything soon calmed down. It was quiet again, almost too quiet and your mind urged you to check up on the girl. So you did, and she was doing just fine with no injuries thanks to your devotion. She looked back at you before tears sprung in her eyes and you wanted to do nothing more than to comfort her from the scare that she had just lived through. You knew that she was a very sensitive girl at heart, so this must’ve scared her to near death.
Before you could even utter a word to her, a few na’vis erupted from the bushes besides you - including your boyfriend. You felt relief upon the sight of him, because he was here to protect the both of you now, no more angry foreign elephants to charge at you - or so you thought.
Neteyam looked furiously towards you and lifted his arm up towards you. In his hand held the broken Ipad, in stages of falling apart but the main piece was still holding up as much as it can. It clicked in your head at what must’ve happened, and his scowl deepend at the sight of your realization.
“You! You have nearly killed one of our people because of you technology. What were you thinking, why did you blast that demon noise of yours!” he growled, nose scrunching up at the mere sight of you. Your heart backtracked as you noticed how his anger was directed towards you and only you. Zepii looked up at you, speaking to you silently with her eyes as you nodded at her. You helped the poor girl up and watched as her frightened form ran towards the group of departing na’vi.
“I didn’t trigger the alarm Neteyam, I was with Zepii the whole time!” you hollered and you prayed to Eywa that he would just listen to you for once as of recently. He brought a hand up to his eyes, rubbing them slightly as he looked downwards.
“Why don’t you believe me?” you croaked, throat tightening as you held back the urge to shed even a single tear infront of the boy. You felt as though you were standing infront of a whole different person than the one you once called your loved, and you hated the harsh feeling that came with it.
He looked at you once more before giving you that same frown that he had arrived with. It seems glued to his face and you did not like it one bit.
“You shouldn’t have had that with you. Look at what’s it’s done.” look at what you’ve done, he wanted to say. And you knew that, you knew that he was holding back because of your moist eyes. Your lips wobbled as the man before you stared you down unrelentlessly.
“Someone must’ve played with it, I promise that i didn’t mean to injure no one Neteyam. Matter of fact no one has gotten injured!” you tried to bargain for forgiveness with him, even though there was no reason for you to beg for it. If anyone deserved an apology in this situation, it was most definitely you. Your voice wavered as you spoke and your throat felt so tight and painful from how much you wanted to release the fountain of tears that were to come.
“Well someone could’ve, because of your recklessness!” he said once more as he raised his voice. There is was again, his distrust. He still did not believe that you were honest with him, that you were honest with you slip ups. Except that you were, perhaps it was that he did not see you as you had thought he did.
“Stop treating me like this,” you sniffled as tears now broke free upon your cheeks, staining your beautiful dark blue skin. Those tears were like the embodiment of his sins, promises that he had sworn upon himself now shattering. He had once promised to never be the cause of you sadness, and here he was now, breaking your heart in many pieces.
“What up with you suddenly? I feel like we are strangers once again. I feel as though we are not together anymore.” you sobbed and all he could do was watch in pity as you sniffled desperately. You were embarrassed that he was seeing you so pathetically, but he was supposed to be your partner - you were not supposed to be embarrassed of displaying your emotions infront of him. He should’ve been the person that you run to for comfort, not the one that makes you want to seek it.
“I feel the same…” he muttered, with no reason as to why. Though he regretted fully as he watched you face fall even more than it was already crestfallen. You tried to look around at anything but him, but the silence that lingered between the both of you was suffocating.
It prevented him of taking any air and trapped what was remaining at the back of his lungs for him to choke on. Though suddenly, it felt as though his lungs had burst open at the sight of you leaving. Your footsteps carving the soft dirt under you feet as you left, walking away and leaving him to saunter in his feels.
Neteyam knew that he was the cause of all of these somber feelings. He knew that he had hurt you beyond repair and that you might’ve never forgive him, because he did not even deserve your forgiveness. He had been treating you as though you were nothing to him recently, blaming you for things he was not even sure you had done. But the poor boy was just overwhelmed with everything, with all of his duties and his own suffocating emotions.
He looked at your form leaving his field of view and onto the back of your ikran and you departed towards the direction of the high camp. And although he did not know it know, the clan had won for once….
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BIG EYES, BIG LIES | neteyam x reader
pairing: neteyam x f!metkayina!reader
summary: you've had suffered silently from years of bullying within the metkayina clan, never sharing your pain with anyone, not even your boyfriend neteyam, until one day, there's no other option, resulting in a huge argument between the two of you but also a moment of understanding and healing.
word count: 5.8k
warnings: angsty beginning, fluffy end, !!!severe mentions of bullying, injuries, violence, blood!!! (read at your own risk), established relationship, protective neteyam, angry neteyam, healer boyfriend neteyam, difficult past, lying, insults, some suggestive comments, let me know if i forgot something.
note: all characters are aged up; the following na’vi words were used: tsurak - skimwing, skxawng - idiot, pxasìk - screw that/no way, kurkung - asshole, kalweyaveng - son of a bitch (lit. 'child of a poisonous spider‘), tsantu - good guy
* gif's not mine.
The familiar sound of your name said over and over again lured you into consciousness. You had lost all sense of the space-time continuum, not knowing where up or down was, whether you were alive or dead.
Only the pain was omnipresent, it told you it was real what you felt. It burned and pulsed, throbbed and tingled. You surrendered to this pain for what felt like an eternity, groaning again in agony because every movement, no matter how tiny, hurt.
"You are awake."
A bright voice made you widen your eyes. Everything was dark, shadowy, intangible, strange.
Panic flooded your body and only now did you feel the cold around your legs, your aching body. It was dark, almost black. The kind of perfect darkness you saw in shades of dark grey in front of your eyes as a result of signals from the optic nerves. You were lying on the ground of the empty marui near the seawall terraces.
"No, don't move. Please."
You only heard a single voice, but you felt many more echoing in your pounding head. Hands were on your shoulders, apparently wanting to prevent you from making too hectic movements or even getting up, which increased your panic.
"Right, uh, light, light, light, mhm — Ah, there! Wait here!"
You squinted against the darkness again, hoping to see something, but the only thing you could really see clearly was a beam of soft dancing lights coming through the small crack under the entry into the marui you were in and the faint outline of the person kneeling in front of you.
Before you could reply anything, the light coming from a bioluminescent seashell was held in your face without warning and you squinted your eyes again, trying to protect them from the purple light.
"I'm so sorry, y/n I should've warned you," you heard the person in front of you speak who happens to be none other than Neteyam's brother, Lo'ak. "Damn! You don't look good at all!"
Thank you.
"What happened?"
"I guess, I, um…" Quick, you had to think of a good lie now, "I didn't feel so good after today's training. You know, high intensity under the sun can be exhausting," You looked down at yourself and noticed your bloodstained upper piece. "And it, uh, caused nose-bleeding…" You noticed the many bruises on your legs. "I must've fainted because of it, hurting myself."
"I can see that," Lo'ak looked pitifully at the left side of your face, right under your eye, then shifted his gaze to your bruised upper lip, and back at the place right under your hairline. "Did you fall face-first or something? That looks so baaaad."
Thanks again, appreciated.
"I, uh, yeah, can you help me up?"
A sharp pain shot through your chest as Lo'ak pulled you up by your arm and you had to grab the wall to catch your breath. You coughed uncontrollably as whatever it was that caused that pain left you breathless. Lo'ak patted you gently on the back, carefully, but every touch hurt.
"I didn't know you had to train so hard. I thought you had a fun day as we did, playing with the ilus."
"My teacher's very strict unfortunately."
"Hmm."
"What are you doing here anyway? It's the girls' communal marui."
Lo'ak's eyes widened at your question, "I swear I'm not some kind of creep," he quickly said, "Tsireya said she lost her hair band so I figured I look for it here," he looked at the ground beneath his feet, which was smeared with dirt and blood – your blood, "but maybe it's not here, yeah, anyway, good thing I came here or else you would've died or something."
"I wouldn't have died," you said, amazed at his dramatic exaggeration.
Lo'ak shrugged his shoulders, "Not so sure about that."
You followed his gaze and your reflection in the mirror caught your attention. Your skin was sticky, your clothes were damp with blood and sweat, and you felt gross.
"I, uh," Feeling a sense of embarrassment, Lo'ak gestured with his finger towards the spot behind the marui, "I'll just quickly go… there, uh, for a moment. Will you be okay?" You nodded. "Neteyam is near, by the way, we have a chill round with Tsireya and Ao'nung and the others, how about you come with me?" You stared at him as if frozen, but eventually managed to nod once more. "Perfect. Okay. See you in a minute." With that, he left you alone, and you felt your breath quicken.
On one hand, a sense of relief washed over you at the thought of Neteyam being nearby and able to be there for you when you needed him. On the other hand, you had no idea how you would talk your way out of this situation. He would ask questions, and it would become uncomfortable. Old lies would threaten to resurface. The thought made your stomach churn.
You noticed how your shawl, which you had wrapped around yourself, had absorbed the blood, leaving the fabric irreparably stained. In this condition, going home was out of the question. Not only would your mother be beside herself upon seeing you, but you also had to pass through the communal areas to reach your marui. Once Lo'ak was out of sight, you struggled to slip the fabric off your shoulders, feeling the pain in every single bone. You realized that even your upper piece hadn't been spared as you held the shawl under the water and noticed the stains on your upper body.
Outside the marui, you kneeled down with an effort, and decided to wash your hands and face in one of the pool's water. A drop of pinkish-red-colored sweat dripped from your chin into the water, or maybe it wasn't sweat at all, who knew, it could be tears as well, you shouldn't just limit it to sweat.
"That's what I get for lying," you hissed at yourself, while your hands dunk back into the water, getting everything else around you, including half of your upper body, wet.
You decided to wash the red stains out of your shawl, the water changing its color around your hands to a washed-out reddish blur.
There was a clearing of the throat in the distance, perhaps just a few meters away from you.
"I'm coming back, y/n, okay?"
You cursed under your breath, focussing solely on removing the stains as you washed the shawl in your hands even more aggressively now, the noise of the splashing water being louder than your own thoughts.
"Let's go!" Lo'ak stood behind you.
Before you knew it, you had torn the light blue fabric in your hand. You closed your eyes in defeat and suppressed another curse word. It was a shame actually, because you liked combining the shawl with matching loincloths over various chest pieces you were wearing most of the time. You at least convinced yourself that you wouldn't have gotten the bloodstains out anyway, so the fate of the garment was sealed from the start, even before you had accidentally torn it.
Setting aside the damp piece of torn fabric, you stood up with a sigh and turned to Lo'ak, ready to follow him to wherever he would take you. At least you had washed most of the blood off your body.
"Thank you for not dying on me," Lo'ak joked next to you and all you could manage was a small smile. Your entire body ached, and every step you took felt as if you could collapse at any moment.
In the distance, you could discern a gathering of young Na'vi near the shoreline, forming a circle as they enjoyed each other's company. Some sat or reclined in the sand, while others perched on rocks, and a few stood, perhaps sharing tales. Their laughter resonated through the air, creating a joyful ambiance against the backdrop of the shimmering water and the twinkling stars above.
Just a few meters away, Lo'ak gave you a final thumbs-up, leading the way to the group with you by his side, and the clamor of voices grew increasingly chaotic, enveloping both of you in its midst.
"No, of course not, it should fear us!"
"What are you talking about? Not even my grandma would fear you!"
"Your grandma isn't a fish, is she?"
"Don't say anything against my grandma!"
Your head felt like exploding any second. Not because of the boys, but because you felt the need to lie down. That's what you thought until you suddenly heard Neteyam's calm voice, and instantly, you felt a little bit better.
"If you approach it with the right mindset and undergo the necessary training, I have no doubts you will succeed!"
"No, he definitely has no chance, look at him, like a squid in armor."
Tsireya, who had refrained from the heated discussion, was the only one who looked up. As her eyes met yours, they widened, and she quickly rose from her seat, approaching you. With a gentle and questioning gaze, she placed a hand on your arm, showing her concern.
"Are you okay?" she asked in a soft voice searching your gaze. Appreciating her care, you placed your hand on hers, mustering a small smile.
You heard how Lo'ak cleared his throat, as it seemed that nobody else had noticed you.
"Don't mind them, y/n," Lo'ak turned to you, as your presence remained unnoticed by the boys, "You can take my seat over there next to Tsireya's while I go find you a new shawl."
"No, here, take mine," Tsireya suggested already putting her shawl over your shoulders, the piece hugging your torso.
After that it got quiet very quickly, because when your name was mentioned, Neteyam looked up, and with him the others.
Immediately he got up from the rock he was sitting on and in a few steps he stood right in front of you, hesitating whether he should hug you, and finally decided to do so. When he carefully put his arm around you and pulled you close, you hissed slightly out of pain and suddenly felt even more fragile and broken than in all of the previous weeks.
"I go and bring some new clothing for her," you heard Tsireya's voice, "and maybe some wound dressing from my mother." You saw out of the corner of your eye how Lo'ak nodded gratefully when Tsireya was already hurrying away.
You didn't feel like crying, but you felt so weak and helpless and wanted to just stand there for hours while Neteyam hugged you.
"What happened?" he asked softly, his voice thick with concern.
"Is that blood?" you heard the other boys whisper among themselves.
"Did you see her face, man?"
Rotxo's voice stood out more than the others as he addressed his question directly to you, repeating Neteyam's words, "What happened, y/n?"
You stayed quiet and pressed closer to Neteyam despite the pain, and Lo'ak did the answering for you, "The training today under the sun made her nose bleed out of exhaustion or allergy or something so that she passed out," he explained hastily, heading back to his seat.
You felt Neteyam stiffen in the hug and you squinted to escape reality for a few more seconds.
"First of all, what kind of lie is that even?" Your heart sank when you heard one of the boys – you guessed Ao'nung – talking loudly, questioning the course of action, and before long everyone else was about to join in the conversation, one at a time. And with every sentence you felt the urge to leave the place on the spot.
"Ask y/n, I swear that's what happened! I found her near the marui by the seawall terraces."
"She might have been passed out but pxasìk — I don't buy that!"
"What were you doing there, Lo'ak?" someone else with longer hair asked.
"None of your business, bro."
"And second of all, she rather looks like she was beaten up." At that, Neteyam pushed you slightly away from him to give you a questioning look and inspect you more closely. His eyes alternated between yours and you recognized how the hint of suspicion crept into his eyes.
"She was clearly beaten up!" The girl on the far left, Neteyam's sister, Kiri, unexpectedly supported Ao'nung's statement, which was highly unusual for her. It wasn't her cold demeanor towards you that was atypical, but rather her agreement with Ao'nung that caught you off guard.
"Yeah, right! I mean, look at her." Every head turned to you now, inspecting you from head to toe, as if you were some kind of object.
"That's not true," you argued weakly, supporting yourself on the tree with your left hand, and grabbing Neteyam's hand with your right one because your feet threatened to buckle any second. Noticing that, he lead you to the rock right in front of you and carefully helped you sit down.
"The real question is who did that to poor y/n?"
"Why? You wanna beat up some girls for her?"
"Girls? I thought it'd be some kurkung from the tsurak taming team."
"Hey, don't say that, they're cool."
"Yeah, and don't cuss when Kiri and y/n are here."
"They are no children."
"Tsireya's back!" Lo'ak's voice drowned out the others, not surprising given the fact how loud he announced the return of the soft-spoken girl. Apart from you no one seemed to pay any attention to him, they were far too busy arguing amongst themselves.
"Nah, man, what kinda skxawng beats girls? Not me for sure."
"Let's teach those guys a lesson then."
"So now you wanna beat up guys for her?"
"Why not? She's Neteyam's girl, she's one of us."
"True words." You frowned as you realized how much they had gotten into the discussion when Tsireya handed you a neatly packed bag with fresh clothing inside which you gratefully accepted.
"Why would you all choose violence all of a sudden?" Tsireya looked around with an irritated expression, not sure what she had missed in the last couple of minutes.
"Those kalweyavengs deserve it!"
"You skxawng don't talk like that in front of my sister."
"But, you said—"
"Everybody quiet!" You winced slightly when you heard the anger in his voice vibrate through his body; he who had kept quiet the whole time, just observing, never speaking. Instantly it fell silent at the beach and all eyes were on Neteyam, except for yours.
"It has gotten late," he added, quieter but clearly audible, "We should all go back to the village." You expected a protest to erupt, but you were wrong again. Without a word, the individual heads of that group got up from where they sat on rocks or the sand, and left the beach, heading in the direction of the village, one after the other.
"Thank you, brother," Neteyam spoke as Lo'ak passed by, giving him a grateful pat on the back of his head. You caught Lo'ak nodding at him and giving you a pitiful look, and you managed to mouth a 'thank you' as well before he left.
"Why did you lie to him?" Neteyam nodded his head in the direction of his now-gone brother. "To Lo'ak, I mean."
You stared at your hands on your lap instead of answering him, so he sighed and knelt in front of you, positioning himself between your legs. With a gentle touch, he placed his hands on each of your thighs, right at the hem of your loincloth.
"I'm seriously worried, y/n, and it's almost a miracle I'm staying calm right now. What happened?" He cocked his head and looked up, searching for the gaze you were trying so hard to avoid. "Please talk to me." The gentle touch of his hands on your thighs, which you usually never got enough of, now felt like a burning sensation, causing inner agony within you.
"I didn't want to tell him the truth," you finally said, answering his first question.
"Do you want to tell me?"
"It's nothing, Neteyam, I—"
"Nothing?" He laughed wryly, letting go and walking away from you as he walked around in a circle and turned back with an ironic smile that didn't reach his eyes, his tail whipped aggressively behind him, "That certainly doesn't look like nothing to me." He gestured to you with both hands.
You covered your face with your hair because you could only imagine how terrible you must've looked, how disgusted he must've been with you, that he thought you weren't beautiful.
"You're in pain. You have bruises everywhere. You're covered in blood! And yet you say it's nothing. Do you listen to yourself?"
"I can handle it," you replied, adding more quietly, "It's not that I'm not used to it."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing," you said quickly, irritated by his questions, "I mean nothing at all. Can… can you help me change into these?" You held up the bag from Tsireya which provided a good change of subject. It would be impossible for you to raise both arms and put the pieces on by yourself. On second thought, Neteyam would see the bruises on your chest that way, and the mere thought made your stomach ache. Therefore, realizing that the shawl provided good cover and not wanting to part with it, you added a quick, "Nevermind, I'll do it myself."
As if he had read your thoughts, he approached you with a determined gaze. Your breath caught as you felt his hand pull the shawl from your shoulders. Quickly, you clung to the fabric, stopping mid-movement, and placed your other hand on his to stop him from exposing your skin.
"Please," you looked him in the eyes, your voice barely audible. You didn't know what you begged him for. To stop him from seeing your injuries? To stop touching you? To stop asking questions? To stop digging for the truth? Did you want him to stop in the first place? Or did you want him to find out and free you from your net of lies?
He gently slipped your shawl off your shoulders, and then sucked in a sharp breath and bit the inside of his cheek, apparently trying to keep himself from swearing but the restless movements of his tail gave him away.
You didn't have to look to see that a huge wound must have been looming on your collarbones and on your side right under your breasts. Judging by the pain, you wouldn't be surprised if some ribs were broken.
"Who did this to you." It was no longer a question driven by curiosity, as he had asked earlier. This was serious. He wanted names and locations. He wanted to know who had done such a dreadful thing to his loved one. Who dared to harm you in any way. Judging by the fire in his eyes, he wanted to see that person bleed the way you did.
"Are you going to beat up some girls for me?" You playfully repeated the question you'd heard one of the boys say before. However, the way Neteyam clenched his jaw showed you it wasn't time to crack up some jokes.
"Tell me."
"No."
"Y/n."
"Neteyam."
He studied you intently, examining every facial expression, every subtle gesture, before speaking again, "You never slipped down any cliffs last week, did you?" he asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "And what about last month when you said you—"
"I lied, okay?" you shouted at him, unleashing the pent-up frustration, as if he were the cause of your misery. "I made it all up. Every single bit of it. I'm a liar, and I'm a coward. Are you happy now?"
"Happy? It pains me to see you like that," he retorted, his voice rising with frustration, "Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"What was I supposed to say!?" you shouted back, your voice filled with exasperation. "Cry like a baby and point at them for being mean to me?"
"No, but someone could've helped. Everything is better than that!" His tone was raised as well when he pointed at your bruises.
"They won't! I tried!" you hissed, the bitterness evident in your voice, "Once, when I was little and foolishly believed that my parents would trust and listen to me. But what did they do? They forced us to hug and pretend to be friends again, dismissing it all as a mere misunderstanding among children. And you know what happened next? They sought their revenge by cutting my hair," you swallowed hard, the memory of that painful incident resurfacing, "I cried so much that day. That's when I made a promise to myself that I would never tell anyone anything again."
"I am here now, I hear you, I see you," he responded gently, his voice filled with empathy, "Please, let me help." You shook off the hand that he tried to place on your shoulder. He silently acknowledged this, a hurt expression crossing his eyes, which he quickly concealed.
"There's nothing you can do. I've learned from my mistake today: Don't confront them when it's four against one. Simple solution," you stated firmly, emphasizing your resolve.
"I am eager to find out who they are," he expressed with a determined tone.
"It's not important."
"Y/n," Neteyam shook his head, his expression firm, "I won't be at peace unless you tell me their names."
"Don't ask me!" you once again raised your voice against him. "I won't say anything. You make it worse for me."
"I am the one making it worse?" he asked, seeking confirmation.
"Yes," you said firmly, causing him to blink in surprise. "Please, Neteyam, for the love of Eywa, stop asking!"
"Understood," he nodded, his nose flared up and his tail on edge.
"You're pissed, I can understand that… but I don't deserve the way you treat me right now. You're pushing me too much."
"What do you exactly want me to do?!" His voice erupted with anger, his frustration visible, "Yes, I am pissed. But not because of the lies or because of your bruises. I am pissed because of you. Because of the way you're behaving right now. Your eye and the bruises on your face and body were not an accident, that's a fact we both are aware of. Yet, you choose to protect them. But why? It seems you're too proud to admit the truth, to tell me the truth."
"That's not true!" you yelled at him angrily, annoyed by repeating yourself over and over again.
He let out a groan of frustration, seemingly struggling to maintain self-control, "Just tell me who did this to you and I will make sure they regret ever laying a finger on you!"
He waited for your response.
You remained silent, holding your ground against his warning gaze for a long moment.
"Good," he interrupted the eye contact and nodded his head, "Then don't trust me, it's fine."
"Neteyam…"
"This is pointless." Neteyam brushed you off, walking back towards the village, not giving you another look when he passed your shoulder.
"Neteyam, don't walk away from me," you snapped out, feeling anger flare up inside of you. You reached out and grabbed his arm.
He stopped, slowly turning to face you.
"Just… stop for a second, okay?" you said in an irritated tone.
"Why?" He retorted.
He was staring at you, and you were staring back at him, and you were suddenly hyper aware of how close he was standing to you. Both of you breathing heavily, anger and frustration ebbing between the two of you; you were standing close, so close. You were suddenly struck by how attractive he was, his eyes flashing as he stared at you, searching your face for any answers when he took another step closer.
"If only you knew how much it hurts to be pushed away like this."
Before you knew what was happening, he brushed off your arm again, and walked away, leaving you to yourself and your lies. And this time, you didn't stop him; you only focussed on the point where he was standing just seconds ago, thinking of his words that left a deep pain in your chest, making you choke on your own words and tears falling from your eyes.
A little later, as you sat on the sand, lost in your thoughts, you hopefully perked up at the sound of footsteps approaching in the sand. Your heart fluttered with hope, and you hastily wiped away the tears from your face, turning around with anticipation, expecting to see Neteyam, but to your surprise it was just Kiri.
"Where's Neteyam?" she asked you.
"Gone." You put the little shell you were playing with back on the sand and traced the pattern with your finger.
"Well, you're here, so I'm sure he'll come back." You strongly doubted that, considering the way he had last looked at you.
"He was really angry," you mumbled, thinking back to your little argument. You spoke more to yourself than to Kiri. In fact, you didn't even think she heard you or paid any attention to you when you heard her gather and pack up the two pillows and the seaweed blanket that she forgot before. Yet her next question made you look up in surprise.
"But can you blame him?" Kiri narrowed her eyes in annoyance as she looked at you.
"I'm sorry?" you looked at her expectantly.
Kiri puffed bored, "My brother has always been courteous and polite towards you. He was the perfect definition of tsantu. Oh, Great Mother— he stripped his soul for you and gave you everything you wanted. Do you really blame him for getting angry for once?"
You focused your gaze back on the sand in front of you. The little shells looked like they were expecting an answer from you that never came for you didn't know what to reply to that.
"You are a grown girl. You have to be able to take a little criticism," Kiri added as she headed back to the village, "And I'm sure you both will fix it again. Buck up and get well soon." You nodded your thanks as she raised her hand in farewell and left again.
A heavy, uncomfortable silence fell over you, enveloping you like a suffocating blanket. At that moment, you felt utterly alone, isolated from the world around you not even caring of your body's aches anymore. Mirroring the depths of your solitude under the dark skies, the vast expanse of the ocean stretched out before you. Its endless waves, crashing against the shore, seemed to echo the tumultuousness of your thoughts.
You had no idea how long you had been sitting in the sand, lost in contemplation of your life when you heard footsteps behind you once again that night. This time, you didn't bother to look up, for you knew it would be one of the others who had forgotten something (though you were unsure what, as Kiri had taken everything), or perhaps your parents, searching for you.
Without a word, the person sat down across from you on his knees and reached out with his arm to pull you closer to him so that your thighs were between his knee and his between yours.
In an instant, the unmistakably pleasing scent of him infused with a mix of dew-kissed leaves and the earthy allure of sandalwood, clung to you like a whispered secret, caressed your nose and relaxed your muscles.
You endured it silently as he took a cloth out of the bowl of water he brought with him, wrung it out briefly and then carefully dabbed the area under your eye with it. He did this with so much caution and care that you felt bad for emotionally pushing him away from you. You watched his forehead furrow in concentration and he paused and waited every time you flinched at the pain.
"Since when?" you heard him speak, his voice pleasantly calm and understanding.
"Too long," you said, to which he sighed, not annoyed but rather disappointed because you continued to hold onto the emotional wall you had built long ago. "I'm sorry, Neteyam, it's just…" you struggled to find the right words.
"There's no need for apologies if you're content with staying the same."
"I'm not," you clarified honestly. "You have no idea how burdensome these lies are. I want to confide in you — it's just that I was scared of your reaction." As you spoke, you noticed how his tail twitched with interest, and his gaze shifted from the wound on your face to meet your eyes. "I was afraid that you would see me as weak and pity me. I had hoped that the lies would help me preserve this fragile facade. But I now realize I was mistaken, and for that I'm deeply sorry, Neteyam, I've never wanted to hurt your feelings."
"Y/n," Neteyam whispered, his hand tenderly caressing your cheek with a touch filled with love and affection, "my beloved, the one who holds my heart, I am sorry for pushing you before and I will wait until you are ready to talk but, please, tell me how I can help you. Tell me everything."
You shrugged, shaking your hand, looking everywhere but him.
"Neteyam, I know you want to help, but I don't want you to mess with these girls," you then looked him serious in the eyes, "Promise me that first."
A cocky smirk appeared on his lips, "Baby, if you really think I'm scared of some—"
"Neteyam," you interrupted him, your tone serious, "They may be bullies, but they're not completely stupid. They won't direct their actions towards you; they'll most likely take their anger out of your siblings."
His smirk vanished in an instant, "You know, I won't let that happen."
"I know," you affirmed sincerely. "You are their brother, and you will protect them, but you can't be everywhere all at once. You can't keep a constant watch over Tuk while also looking after Lo'ak or Kiri, for instance. Please don't risk it. I can handle it, really. I couldn't forgive myself if something happened to one of them because of me."
"I am yours, and you are mine, remember?" He smiled at you, his eyes shining. "So, you are not alone in this. I will go to any lengths to ensure your safety and well-being. I will protect you, y/n, but you must allow me to be there for you."
As the words hung in the air, a moment of silence passed between you, the weight of the conversation lingering. Then, Neteyam reached out, his hand gently intertwining with yours. The touch sent a comforting warmth through your body, bridging the emotional gap that had momentarily separated you.
With a tender squeeze of your hand, he continued, his voice filled with unwavering determination, "You are my family, too."
Feeling a surge of emotions, you took a deep breath, your heart swelling with love. You looked into Neteyam's eyes, seeing the unwavering commitment reflected back at you. With a soft smile, you nodded, letting your walls come down, and whispered, "I trust you."
The atmosphere between you shifted, charged with a newfound closeness and vulnerability. It was as if an unspoken understanding passed between your souls, fueling the desire for a deeper connection. In that very second, the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you standing there, hearts entwined. With the tension of unspoken words lingering in the air, you couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing you closer to him.
So leaning in, you pressed your lips onto his soft ones — not too gently and not too forcefully, but just right. You caught sight of his eyes widening in surprise and his body remained still, but you mustered up the last bit of courage to close your eyes and hope for the best. When you felt the feathering of his eyelashes brush against your lids, you knew he, too, had his eyes closed. Then he leaned in ever so slightly, and his hands reached up to cup your uninjured cheek and the other behind your head.
Your heart pounded so loudly and harshly that you didn't think your chest could handle it, your stomach fluttered and churned with a mess of emotions that you didn't know if they'd ever go away, and your mind flooded with thousands of unanswered questions that you thought you might faint again anytime soon. But then you pulled away, your lips and his seemingly too reluctant for the loss of contact as they attempted to remain connected until the very last second, and your eyes fluttered open to the world which had frozen still; it had been a short kiss, that's for sure, but it was one that you'd remember for years to come.
"You do something to me that I can't explain," he whispered against your lips before he retrained.
"You do the same to me," you whispered back, "but I think I can explain."
"What is it?"
"I see you," you breathed, leaning up to kiss him again.
He backed away to put some distance between you and you raised an eye questioningly.
"If I kiss you again – and believe me, every cell in my body wants to," With a nervous laugh, he scratched the back of his neck before his lustful gaze turned back to you and you physically felt the excited shimmyflies in your stomach threatening to break out, "I just know, I won't be able to stop."
"Then don't."
"Oh, sweets, you love to make it hard for me, don't you?"
An inappropriate thought crossed your mind at that but you chose not to say it out loud. You didn't have to, because Neteyam's smirk looked like he knew exactly what was going through your head.
"C'mere, we need to patch you up first, and then—"
"Then we'll go to our place?" you asked excitedly.
"After I inspect you properly and decide that you don't need to see Tsahìk which I'm not so sure of yet – yes, then we could go to our place, and watch the stars or—"
"Why don't you properly inspect me at our place?" you interrupted him with a seemingly innocent look. He licked his lower lip in amusement, shaking his head.
"You're something."
"Your something," you corrected.
He looked at you in awe, as if you are the most precious thing he had ever seen. "My something," he agreed chuckling to himself and pressed a soft kiss on the top of your head. "Now hold still so I can clean your wounds."
thank you all for reading ♥︎ I hope you enjoyed this piece of writing. looking forward to your comments and feedback 💕
(p.s. for anyone wondering about the other boys, i imagined ao'nung's "bully" friends nash'vi, koro, and ongu to sit with them)
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“Don’t be a skxawng, just ask her.” Part 2
pairings: neteyam x reader
warnings: cute, fluff, bad writing
key: skxawng - moron, muntxa - mate, yawne - dear/my love
summary: Neteyam tries to talk to Y/n, but the awkward teenagers don’t communicate well.
After talking with his parents, Neteyam was determined to finally ask the girl he loved to be his mate.
As Neteyam searched for her, he daydreamed about what it would be like to have her as his mate.
Obviously the same, Neteyam thought to himself. I suppose some kissing.
Neteyam stopped in his tracks at this revelation.
He would get to kiss her.
His tail, out of his control, started wagging, thumping the floor in delight.
When he had caught himself in the act, he quickly collected his thoughts and continued walking.
When he finally spotting the girl he was searching for, his heart stopped.
She was petting the Ikran who were being fed, grinning happily.
Neteyam could feel his breath quicken, looking at the beauty he hoped to call his lover one day.
Said girl snapped him out of his thoughts when she had noticed and called him over.
Clearing his throat, he walked over to the girl, hoping to seem confident.
Sadly, his walk seemed as though he was limping, so when he was in front of the girl, she immediately grabbed him and started looking for any wounds.
Confused, Neteyam asked, “What are you doing?”
Missing the blush on his face, she simply answered, “Looking for a wound.”
“What wound,” he asked in a small voice, the lack of space between the two flustering hun.
“You’re limping, are you not?” The girl finally looked up from her search.
Blushing, though this time in embarrassment, Neteyam cleared his voice to explain.
“No, no, I am not limping. Sorry.”
Y/n looked at him in confusion, but laughed it off, slowly turning back to pet the Ikran.
“So, what are you doing here,” she asks, sliding her hands down the Ikran’s wings.
“I have something to ask you,” Neteyam says with uncertainty.
“Yes,” Y/n answers, her eyes remaining on the Ikran’s.
“Y/n, I need you to look at me when I ask you, it is important.”
Concerned, Y/n turns, pausing her actions of petting the Ikran to look at the boy.
The girl places her hand on his forearm, worried eyes catching it gaze.
“What is it ‘Teyam?”
Flustered, Neteyam looks down, not prepared to get Y/n’s full attention.
“It, it is not bad,” Neteyam tries fo start out before he hears the girls sigh of relief.
He softly smiles to himself, tail slightly and subtly thumping as he hears the girls concern for him.
Waiting for Neteyam fo continue, Y/n slides her arm from his forearm to his hand, softly rubbing her thumb against his rough, calloused hand.
Neteyam, finally having the guts to look up, stares straight into her eyes, making the teenage girl gulp.
“You know you are so kind ma Y/n.”
Y/n blushes and looks down, while Neteyam smirks, glad that this time it was not he who was flustered, but her.
“I- I really am not,” she tries to protest, but Neteyam shuts her down as fast as she had begun.
“No, you are, and do not tell me you are not. If anyone tells you that you are not, they are idiots. Blind, ugly, jealous skxawng‘s who can never compare to you.”
As Neteyam continued his rant, Y/n stared up at him and blushed.
She blushed hard.
Hearing the talented, generous, kind son known as the son of Toruk Makto speak in such admiration had her flustered and her heart was beating harder than it already was when she saw him walk towards her.
When Neteyam finally noticed her staring at him, he paused, flushing as he stared down.
The two awkward teenagers looked at the ground, feelings swirling all around the two, just bursting to come out.
Before either could get a word in, there was a call for the girl to head home.
Sadly, the girl turned to the boy who’s face had fallen at the call.
“I am sorry ma ‘Teyam, I must return home,” she whispered sadly.
Frustrated, yet understanding, he answered, “S’okay, I should probably be heading back as well.”
While both has agree they had to go, they stayed right where they were, before Y/n had taken a small step forward.
Y/n quickly went on her tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.
“I am sorry you could not ask what you wanted to, but tomorrow you can,” she shyly said glancing up at him.
Blushing harshly, he looked down at her and gave a big grin.
“Of course, yawne.”
The girl blushed at the term of endearment, and began walking backwards to leave.
“W-well, I should go now,” she said, quickly turning only to be hit by a tree.
Neteyam gasped and took a step forward to help her, when she shot up and called out, “I’m fine, bye now,” and scrambled away.
The boy couldn’t help but chuckle at the clumsy girl, and gazed longingly at the girls retreating figure with love.
He would tell her, hopefully tomorrow. Till then, he would wait.
For as long as he had to.
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Bonus:
When Neteyam had returned to his families tent, his mother and father were looking at him expectantly.
“So? Did you ask her,” his father asked.
“Not yet, but I will tomorrow,” Neteyam quietly answered.
Both parents let out a hiss of frustration. How could their son be so damn stupid?
“This is your fault,” Neytiri yelled at her husband.
“Mine? It’s not my fault the kids a stupid skxawng. In fact, I told him specifically: ‘Don’t be a skxawng, just ask her.’ How hard is it to interpret that?”
Neytiri groaned in frustration, turning to her son.
“You better ask the girl tomorrow or else,” Neytiri threatened.
Neteyam gulped and nodded, headed towards his sleeping area to try and come up with a plan.
As he walked away, Lo’ak entered the tent snickering with Kiri.
“Did you see them? God he couldn’t man up and just ask her,” Lo’ak laughed.
Kiri went to her older brother’s defense.
“He tried, he can’t help that he’s a skxawng.”
Lo’ak continued to laugh as Kiri mumbled under her breath about how Neteyam will eventually man up.
Neteyam, from his bed, heard Kiri’s and Lo’ak’s conversation and groaned to himself.
Now he couldn’t back out, he had to ask Y/n.
Tomorrow.
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A/N: Oh my gosh thank you guys so much for the love on the first part!! People asked for a Part 2, so here it is! If you want to be tagged on the 3rd part, just comment.
Thank’s so much again 🫶
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the arrangement | mini series
neteyam sully x omatikaya reader
series word count: 16.3k (completed as of 1/4/24)
summary: you and neteyam sully are enemies since birth even though you have been arranged by jake sully and Neytiri to replace them some day as Olo'eyktan and Tsahik. To both your protest, the consummation of your mateship and ceremony for your introduction as future leaders of the Omatikaya clan is approaching quickly. Will you and Neteyam be able to solve your issues in time or will you continue to be enemies? (enemies to lovers trope)
warnings: light cussing, suggestive comments, some smut (p in v etc), arguing, angst, fluff (more detailed warnings for each individual chapter will be stated at the beginning of each post).
author's note: hello everyone! this is my first mini series and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. continue to check this post for updates and new chapters. thank uuu!
chapter 1 : good morning and good bye
chapter 2: lucky
chapter 3: complicated games
chapter 4: reconciliation
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Secret Oasis - Neteyam
Summary: You help Neteyam put on his loincloth. Pure fluff!
Warning: Allusions to sex, and talk of body parts, but no action participated other then kissing. Angst if you squint your eyes.
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As you awaken, your senses are flooded with warmth, and a gentle hand caresses your hair. You try to open your eyes, but the sun's rays shining through the treetops are too much for them to handle. You shut them again, while extending your limbs to savor the feeling of the first stretch of the morning. Slowly, you open your eyes and take in the beauty of the early sun shining down on all of Eywa's creations. As you bask in the serenity of nature, you hear someone rummaging around. Your eyes drift away from the greenery to watch as Neteyam stands in the middle of the sandy area that exists deep in the Metkayina forest but close enough to be able to hear the waves of the ocean. He's wearing nothing but his matching necklace that he shares with you, and other than that, your mate is completely nude.
You let out a silly smirk as you heard the frustrated grunts and sharp whispers escaping his mouth. It looked like he was having trouble with his loincloth. After letting out a sleepy breath, you pushed yourself into a sitting position from the hammock and slipped out of the bed. Your blue feet touched the soft material of the palm leaf woven mat that you made for this secret oasis that kind of felt like the forest back home.
You barely noticed his harsh mumbles, as you were focusing on the area between his legs. Pride filled your body as you took in your mate. His tall frame was strong and muscular, and his skin was tanned from the sun. Neteyam had the body of a warrior. Yet as he fumbled with getting the material to cover him modestly, his movements were nimble and smooth.
“Need help?” His eyes widen and his ears flattened realizing that he’d woken you up.
“Yawne, I’m sorry.” You waved him off, walking up to him reaching out to gently touch his face and stroke his hair. “Didn’t mean to wake you, just was having trouble with this material. I mean it’s not even the width of your wrist. How is this supposed to cover anything.” This made you giggle at how frustrated he was getting.
Your eyes dropped down to his soft cock, and you smirked. Even when he wasn’t aroused, it was a good handful. “Well, no need to brag," you said, yawning. You grabbed the material from his hands. "Not everyone can be as blessed."
A blush washed over Neteyam's face as he watched you stretch the seaweed, making it expand more than twice its size. "Now I just feel dumb," he said.
It was your turn to flatten your pointy ears against your head. You pulled your attention away from the material to touch his chest, stroking up his neck to caress his jaw. “Neteyam, you’re the least dumb person I know," you said. His face flushed with a soft lavender hue, his cheeks, and ears a deep purple color. “It was just an easy thing to forget. Plus," you mumbled out, wrapping the material around his waist and pulling him into your body. "I like knowing that I can help you solve your problems, even if you think it's something trivial.”
Neteyam’s hands flew to the side of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, Ma’Y/n. I truly appreciate your help." His response made you nip at his skin before pulling around to wrap the seaweed through his legs. “But no funny business." Your delicate hands cupped him through the material. “Y/n." He laughed out with a wide grin. “I’m serious. I’m meeting Ao'nung for a little extra training with my Tsurak. He’s not connecting with me like he should."
“I was just making sure it wasn’t too snug for my big man," you said. His ears turned a deeper shade of purple, and he glanced down at the ground as he tried to get a hold of his emotions. Neteyam blushed when you gave him a compliment; he couldn’t help it. You just seemed to have that effect on him. “But," you quickly changed the topic to bring up the seaweed to his hips, around towards his back. “Why do you think you’re having trouble with the bond?”
Feeling his heavy sigh against your chest, you pulled him up, and saw that familiar look in his eyes: homesickness. “I don’t know, Yawne. Back in the forest, bonding with an Ikran was easy."
Your head lifted up in pride as you spoke. “The youngest to do so." You wrapped the material around his tail, making the man stiffen in your grasp.
Neteyam let out a huff as you made your way back around towards his front, laying the seaweed nicely against his skin. “Exactly. So why is it so different here? I need to be able to be a strong warrior here. I need to be able to provide for you."
As you held the material in one hand, you cupped Neteyam's hand in your other. “Don’t sell yourself short, my love. You have no idea how much you provide for me. You’re the reason my planets even rotate,” you whispered. He pressed another kiss to your forehead as you kissed his chest. “Neteyam, you’re the only thing that makes sense to me in this world. I moved my life for you.” This had his amber eyes locked onto yours as you stared up at him through your lashes. His hands trailed down to your shoulders. “I wouldn’t do that for anyone,” you said, as he pulled you closer.
“I know, Yawne.”
"And remember what we promised each other," you said, looking up at him with a determined expression. You finished tying the material around his waist, and let your hands rest on his hips. You could feel his warmth radiating through the fabric, and it made you feel safe. "Once this is over-”
“We go back home,” Neteyam's gentle voice cut you off. “The forest is where I’d imagine teaching our kids everything I know, and I want to show them where I met the love of my life.” Warmth spread through your chest as you became overwhelmed with emotion. His words touched your heart, giving you a moment of bliss that will forever be imprinted in your soul.
“I want that too, Yawne. Trust me. I want that more than anything,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in close. You didn't want to be too sad about missing home because you knew in your heart that Neteyam would keep his promise to you. You both would return to the beautiful forest to start the next chapter of your lives: having kids. "Just think of all the stories you can tell our kids," you said with a smile.
Neteyam hummed against the crease of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hand rested on the lower part of your back, holding you close. You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin as you spoke. “Imagine telling our kids how their dad wasn't only a warrior of the Omatikaya people, but also traveled thousands of miles to a new land, only to become a strong Metkayina warrior. Those are the stories our kids will cherish." You nudged your head against his so he'd look at you. His amber eyes held so much warmth as he towered over you, keeping you in his arms. You felt safe and secure in his embrace. "Until then, we just have to try to be the best of what we can offer," you said, feeling content and happy. You knew that with Neteyam by your side, you could face anything.
One of Neteyam's hands left the curve of your back to tilt your head up as he leaned down, keeping his lips centimeters away from yours. “As long as I get to tell them that their dad married the most beautiful, smart, courageous woman to ever exist.” That last part had you rolling your eyes, making Neteyam let out an airy laugh before pressing his lips to yours in a simple kiss. “I'm just telling the truth s’all," he said, smiling at you.
You kissed his lips again, feeling the warmth of his mouth on yours. You pulled away from him to grab a green decorative cloth. “Here," you said, and quickly wrapped it around his waist so a longer piece would cover his groin better. Neteyam looked down at the cloth, then back up at you, a smile playing on his lips.
“Thanks, love," he said, his voice low and husky. You felt your cheeks flush as you looked away.
"Now go before Ao'nung thinks that you're bailing on him and gets in a mood," you said, trying to hide your embarrassment. Neteyam chuckled and leaned down to kiss you again, his lips soft and gentle. You felt your heart swell with love for him as he pulled away. Neteyam laughed, his eyes crinkling up in amusement.
He reached out and moved a piece of braided hair out of your way. “He’s always in a mood.” His fingers caressed the small shells that you had in your hair before pulling away from you to start his pace towards the village. “I’ll see you later, my love.” You watched him go, feeling a sense of longing in your heart. “But you're right, Yawne," Neteyam called back to you. "There are some upsides to being here. I enjoy the way the seashells look in your hair." You smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. You knew that there was beauty in your crazy life, and you were grateful for it. You turned and walked back towards your hammock to get a few more hours of sleep, feeling at peace with the world.
I have another Neteyam story coming up!
~ Caroline
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hii! can i please request a neteyam x reader oneshot where reader is really insecure about her personality and afraid that he’s going to, one day, grow tired of her. she eventually expresses her feelings and neteyam is a little hurt and confused and reassures her. something like angst -> fluff. thank you! hoping this is ok. <3
❝love through anything❞ ( neteyam suli )
summary: neteyam loves you through your greatest insecurities.
pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!reader
wordcount: 1.9k
contains: slight angst, mentions of insecurities, self-deprecation, hearing voices/feeling crazy, jealousy, teyam's a little idiot, fluffy ending
notes: aww this request is sweet! i just know that neteyam would be so oblivious to the reader's feelings, but once she expressed them, he'd be so comforting. the part in the italics is a separate voice in the reader's head!
ma syulang : my flower
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"I will see you tonight, ma syulang," Neteyam whispered to you with his lips still firmly placed on your forehead, connecting the two of you with a kiss. He swung his bow over his shoulder and around his back before leaving your hold.
You smiled sweetly, "Be careful, ma 'Teyam." He grinned as his friends pulled him away from you. Neteyam looked over his shoulder so his eyes could stay on yours until he was so deep into the forest you could no longer see his figure.
It would be another day without your lover. He was off with his father and the other hunters in the clan. As time passed, it became sooner and sooner that Neteyam would become olo'eyktan. He slowly gained more responsibilities and duties, meaning he had less time for you.
Nonetheless, you would support him through anything. No matter how far he seemed to be or how long he was away, he carried his heart in your hands and you carried his.
You exited the village with an empty basket tucked underneath your arm. Since you had more time to yourself, you'd recently taken up small walks into the forest by yourself. As a child, you were not permitted to wander about the forest alone, so you had never seen the true beauty of your home. Now that you were older, you could appreciate Pandora's beauty. There were plenty of flowers that you'd pick by the stem, the animal life fascinated you, and there were a few times where you stayed out past eclipse when the plant life around you illuminated the night.
Sometimes, Kiri would accompany you on your walks; she had a beautiful connection to the nature of the forest. However, she had also been busy recently as the new protege of Mo'at, the Tsahik.
You were, unfortunately, alone today. You sang a sweet melody to yourself as a few elders said goodbye. Although you valued your alone time, it was also an opportunity for dark thoughts in your head to overwhelm you.
It's been harder without him lately, the voice said to you. The village was far behind you now. Maybe he doesn't feel the same anymore.
"Shut up!" You whispered. If anyone else heard you talking to yourself like this, you'd surely be called crazy. Even though...you did feel a little bit crazy.
Think about it. You found a small clearing of trees, where a spacious area of grass was adorned with small flowers. Why won't he spend time with you anymore?
"Neteyam is very busy now," you spoke out loud to the voice, kneeling on the forest floor and placing your basket next to your legs. You began to pluck an assortment of white, pink, and purple flowers from the ground. "He is to be olo'eyktan."
The various colors of the flowers complimented each other. "Perhaps I will make him another necklace." You said to yourself now.
Another necklace? Why would he want that? You groaned. The voice in your head was not yours. It was like a small demon lurking in the dark. You were most definitely losing your sanity. "Neteyam loved the necklace I gave him. He said he would never take it off, he wears it everyday."
You gently placed the flowers into your basket before reaching to pick more. Was he wearing it today? You froze. Your hand hovered above a pink flower as you retraced your thoughts to earlier that day when Neteyam said goodbye. You were trying so hard to remember that your head began to hurt.
And then the picture came to your mind. Neteyam, your sweet boy, kissed you on your forehead. You watched him as he was walking away and...there was no flower necklace around his neck.
You could feel your heart slowly beginning to crack, but you brushed off the thoughts before you completely split in two. "That's enough," you said, moving away from the pink flower.
You annoy him, it's so obvious.
This time, you did not respond to the voice. You stayed silent as you picked up your basket and made your way back to the village. Thankfully, the voice did not speak again.
──
You decided to take a different route back to the village than the way you had gone earlier. Although this path was longer, and it was urgent to you that you return before Neteyam did so you could welcome him with open arms, it felt necessary to use the time to make sure the voice was completely gone.
So far, it had just been you alone in the forest--no voice, no Kiri, nobody. And even though your loneliness had been the root of your unhappiness lately, you enjoyed it at this moment.
Until you heard the murmurs of someone else's voice from a distance. You were convinced that you had completely lost your mind until you saw the figure of a young Navi girl. Beside her was a Navi boy with braids that reached his shoulders. They sat side-by-side, their backs against the log of a fallen tree, and their bows thrown on the ground.
"Your father is so strict!" The girl giggled. You couldn't recognize her voice.
Are you willing to bet who that is? The voice returned, almost scaring you enough to let out a small gasp. "Shut up," you whispered, muffled by a collection of bushes and leaves.
The boy laughed along with her. "Yes, he can be a little much sometimes." You recognized that voice well. What was your Neteyam doing with a girl alone in the forest? Are you sure he's your Neteyam?
You refused to respond. Instead, you listened in even closer to them. "Don't listen to him," the girl looked at Neteyam with wide eyes and a smile that practically sparkled. She had small streaks of paint on her face--the marks of an Omaticaya hunter. "I thought you did very well, today."
"Thank you, Pemma," Neteyam chuckled, almost as if he was blushing. You recognized the girl as you heard him as say her name. Pemma was the same age as you, but you two were hardly similar. You were studying to become a healer and could never hurt a single soul; she was a fierce and tough warrior that made clean kills during hunts. "You are very skillful with a bow."
She smiled warmly. I was right, the voice spoke again. Look at how he's looking at her. "Would you leave me alone?" You whispered louder this time. Although neither of them noticed your voice, their ears slightly twitched like an instinct.
"Yes, but I could always use more practice," Pemma's voice practically dripped with want. Her eyes never left Neteyam's body. "Perhaps you can show me some tricks sometime?"
You could vomit collecting in your throat. Your hand whipped to cover your mouth to stop yourself from audibly gagging at the thought of your Neteyam being intimate with another girl.
As much as it hurt your heart, you continued to watch Neteyam and Pemma. He hesitated and laughed softly, "My father is a great warrior." Your Neteyam was so sweet and gentle, even when turning down another girl. "He would be a much better teacher."
Before you could hear her reply, which would've most likely been a sly remark about why she preferred Neteyam over Jake, you slipped away into the forest. Your footsteps were light as you neared the village. "See," you spoke to yourself. "Neteyam chooses me."
If that is what you think...
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For the first time that day, it was peacefully silent in your tent. The rest of your family was busy with their duties, so you tended to yours by yourself. The voice you'd been hearing had disappeared, and you'd even managed to get any thoughts of Neteyam out of your head.
Until he appeared in the doorway with his soft smile that made your heart unfold.
"Ma syulang," he cooed when he saw you sitting on the floor like a child with a collection of flowers splayed out in front of you. Your fingers had been weaving them into a small necklace.
You smiled warmly, "Ma 'Teyam," as he sat down across from you. "You're safe." You pretended like you hadn't seen him earlier.
He took three flowers into his hands and held them in his palm, before taking the thin stems and knotting them together so they were interlinked. Just like you had taught him. "How was your day?"
"Good," you lied through your teeth, looking back down to your flowers. All of a sudden, you remembered exactly what the voice had said earlier. Another necklace? Why would he want that? You avoided Neteyam's loving gaze, igniting a spark of concern in his heart.
You did not feel the urge to finish the flower necklace as the dark emotions began to take over your mind. "Ma (y/n)?" he reached you to you, placing his hand on top of yours. "Are you alright?"
There was not much else to do except to lie or to tell him the truth. What would happen if you told him the truth? Would he feel annoyed? Would he even care? Neteyam loved you very much, it was unfair to doubt his feelings for you...but you'd rather leave him alone than make him irritated with your stupid insecurities.
With a long silence as your answer, he set the flowers down and moved closer to you. "What is wrong?"
You tried to look away as if it would help you avoid the conversation, but it was clear that Neteyam would not leave without an honest answer. "You love me," you began, and Neteyam nodded without hesitation. "so you care about me?"
Neteyam laughed with a confused tone. "Of course, I care about you..."
"And you love me no matter what, right?"
His fingers held your chin and pushed your head up so yours eyes met his. Neteyam's heart broke when he saw tears were just barely holding themselves from falling. "Ma syulang..." he caressed your cheek. "I will always love you."
Your bottom lip quivered, "I feel like a bother." A tear fell down your cheek, and Neteyam's own eyes began to water. "I do not want to annoy you...you are to be olo'eyktan, you have your duties. You have to focus! You don't have time to worry about me."
"(y/n), I will always worry about you if I need to."
The voice's words still repeated in your head. "I just don't want to become a problem."
"Oh, ma (y/n)," his arms swooped in and wrapped around you, pulling your head to his chest so his head sat on top of yours. His thumb gently rubbed over your hair. Neteyam quietly shushed you as you started to cry. "You will never bother me. You will never be a problem. My heart belongs to you, I will always be here for you."
"Why didn't you wear the necklace?" You motioned to his neck. You felt stupid for bringing this up at such a moment.
His hand reached the naked area around his neck. "I...didn't want to tell you. I felt awful," he said. "I lost it while hunting yesterday. Ask my father, I spent hours trying to find it. I was going to ask you to make me another one?"
You nodded, "Of course, 'Teyam, all you need is to ask."
"I will never take it off or lose it again. I love you, ma (y/n), I will do anything for you."
You broke the embrace to look at his eyes again. Beautiful, golden eyes that never failed to comfort you. "Do you promise?"
With a smile, Neteyam wrapped his pinky finger around yours. It was a silly trick that his father had brought with him from Earth, and now, Neteyam carried it on with you. "I promise," his lips met yours with a sweet, heartfelt kiss.
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