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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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↳ anticipation and reassurance ↲

➘ summary : Neyetam and his wife are expecting a baby but some concerns arise in the mother, don’t worry Neyetam is there to make everything better

➘ neyetam x reader , avatar the way of water x reader

➘ a/n : I’ll be writing stories like this for most of the characters. Everyone’s aged up so don’t worry their won’t be no young mommy’s and daddy’s in these fics for an example as I’m writing this I’m picturing neyetam as a early 20s late 20s kinda dad and yes I’ll be using this gif for pretty much all the stories lol ooh and I’m using a na’vi translator for some words but I’ll place the English version next to it

Among the lush and vibrant forests of Pandora, Neyetam and his wife (Y/N) walked hand in hand. The world around them was alive with color and beauty, mirroring the love that they shared. The Na'vi couple had faced many challenges together, but their bond remained unbreakable.

As they strolled through the forest, the topic of conversation turned to a matter that had been occupying their thoughts for a while now. (Y/N) was expecting a child, and both parents-to-be were filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"(Y/N)," Neteyam said softly, his voice carrying the gentle cadence that was so characteristic of the Na'vi. "I've noticed you've been a bit worried lately."

(Y/N) looked up at her husband, her vibrant eyes reflecting a hint of concern. "It's just... I can't help but worry about our child, Neteyam. What if they come out with five fingers like me? What if they're picked on?"

Neteyam's expression softened as he brought his free hand to (Y/N)'s cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. "No matter how many fingers our child has, they will be perfect, (Y/N). Our love will always protect them."

(Y/N)'s lips curved into a small smile, and she leaned into his touch, finding comfort in his words. "You always know how to make me feel better."

Neteyam chuckled, the sound blending harmoniously with the natural world around them. "I may not have all the answers, but I know that our child will be loved and cherished by both of us, no matter what."

As they continued to walk, the breeze rustling the leaves above, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and reassurance wash over her. Neteyam's unwavering support and love filled her heart, dispelling the worries that had clouded her mind.

"Thank you, Neteyam," she said softly, her voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and affection.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his touch tender. "We're in this together, (Y/N). Our family will be strong, and our child will grow up surrounded by love and acceptance."

With Neteyam's words as a soothing balm, (Y/N) found herself embracing the journey of motherhood with renewed determination. The Na'vi couple's love would be the foundation upon which their child's life would be built, a life that would be woven into the vibrant tapestry of Pandora, where acceptance and unity flourished among the people and the world they called home.

As the months passed on Pandora, (Y/N)'s pregnancy progressed, and with it, a sense of anticipation and joy settled over the Na'vi couple. Their everyday life continued in harmony with the rhythms of their environment, while Neteyam took on the role of provider and protector for his growing family.

(Y/N) found herself embracing the changes in her body, supported by the Na'vi community around her. She continued to engage in her daily activities, participating in the rituals and practices that had been a part of her life long before she and Neteyam had started their family. The vibrant forests and lush landscapes of Pandora became her sanctuary, a place where she felt connected to the world around her and the life blossoming within her.

Neteyam, as a devoted partner and future father, took on the responsibility of providing for his family. He ventured into the wilds of Pandora to hunt and gather, ensuring that they had enough sustenance to sustain them. His skill in navigation, his understanding of the ecosystem, and his connection with the environment allowed him to navigate the challenges of survival with grace and efficiency.

Each day, Neteyam returned to their home with the fruits of his labor, his face adorned with a proud smile as he presented his offerings to (Y/N). She would greet him with a warm embrace, grateful for his dedication and care.

As the due date drew closer, the Na'vi community came together to celebrate the impending arrival of the new life. Rituals and blessings were performed, honoring the bond between (Y/N) and the child she carried. The interconnectedness of the Na'vi people with their environment was reflected in these ceremonies, as they recognized the importance of nurturing and protecting new life.

As the sun cast its warm glow over the Na'vi village, (Y/N) worked alongside Mo'at, preparing healing materials for the tribe. The air was filled with the soothing scents of herbs and plants, an atmosphere of serenity that contrasted with the imminent excitement that was building within (Y/N)'s own body.

In the midst of their tasks, a sudden gush of water and a sharp pain took (Y/N) by surprise. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught as she realized that her water had broken. Panic surged within her, and she turned to Mo'at, her voice tremulous. "Mo'at, my water broke!"

Mo'at's expression shifted from calm concentration to swift action. "Come, (Y/N)," she said urgently, guiding her towards one of the healing beds. "We must get you to a healing bed right away."

(Y/N) bit her lip, tears stinging her eyes as the pain intensified. "Mo'at, I can't do this without Neteyam."

Mo'at's gaze softened, her maternal instincts kicking in. “We will kìte’e for him, txìm for zoplo, focus on your breath. We kin make sure ngenga ulte the baby are safe." (“We will send for him, but for now, focus on your breath. We must make sure you and the baby are safe.")

As Mo'at moved to summon help, (Y/N) clung to the bed's edge, her fingers curling into the fabric as the waves of pain intensified. She closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks as she cried out for Neteyam, her voice echoing through the village.

Neteyam, who had been in another part of the village, heard the urgency in (Y/N)'s voice. His heart raced as he sprinted towards the healing area, his mind filled with worry and determination. He arrived just as Mo'at was attending to (Y/N), her voice demanding that he leave for the moment.

"(Y/N)," Neteyam said, his voice laced with urgency and determination, "I'm here."

Mo'at turned to him, her eyes stern as she spoke in a commanding tone. "Neteyam, you cannot be here right now."

Neteyam's gaze locked onto (Y/N), his determination unwavering. "I'm going to be here every step of the way."

(Y/N) looked up at him, her tearful eyes connecting with his. She reached out a hand, her fingers trembling. "Neteyam, please..."

Neteyam's heart ached at the sight of (Y/N)'s distress. Without hesitation, he extended his hand, and their song cords connected, intertwining in a symbolic gesture of unity and support.

As (Y/N) continued to labor, the connection between their song cords allowed Neteyam to feel everything she was experiencing. He could sense her pain, her determination, and her strength. Their bond grew stronger with each passing moment, an unbreakable link that mirrored the love and connection they shared.

Time seemed to blur as the two of them faced the intense journey of childbirth together. With Neteyam by her side, (Y/N) found the strength to push through the pain and uncertainty. And as the cries of their newborn child filled the air, their connection deepened, a testament to the power of love and unity that defined their lives on Pandora.

As the cries of their newborn baby filled the air, a mixture of relief and overwhelming emotion washed over (Y/N). Mo'at gently placed the baby in (Y/N)'s arms, allowing the new mother to cradle her precious bundle of joy.

Tears of joy welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she looked down at her baby's face, her heart bursting with love. The baby's fingers were delicate and small, and as (Y/N) counted them, she realized that her fears had been unfounded – the baby had five fingers on each hand.

Beside her, Neteyam gazed down at their baby, his expression a mixture of awe and silent contemplation. (Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat, and she glanced at him, noticing his distant gaze.

"Neteyam?" she whispered, her voice tinged with concern. "What's wrong?"

Neteyam's gaze remained fixed on their baby, his grip on the infant firm yet gentle. He took a deep breath, his voice soft but filled with an intensity of emotion. "Nothing is wrong, (Y/N). They're perfect."

(Y/N) blinked in surprise, her heart swelling with warmth at his words. "Of course they are. Our baby is perfect in every way."

Neteyam turned his gaze to (Y/N), his eyes shining with an indescribable tenderness. "No matter how many fingers they have, they're our child, and they're perfect."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes once more, this time from the sheer depth of emotion she felt for both Neteyam and their baby. She reached out to touch his arm, their fingers brushing against each other in a silent display of unity.

With a smile, (Y/N) leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Neteyam's cheek. "Thank you for reminding me, Neteyam. Our family is perfect just the way it is."

Neteyam's gaze remained locked on their baby, a small smile gracing his lips. "Yes, (Y/N), our family is perfect."

As they basked in the joy of their new arrival, the Na'vi couple realized that the number of fingers their baby had was inconsequential compared to the love, unity, and strength that defined their family. In the embrace of Pandora's natural beauty and the love they shared, they embarked on a new chapter of their lives, ready to face whatever challenges and joys lay ahead as a family united by love and acceptance.

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pandorafairy · 1 year

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Secret Cove (Part 3)

Neteyam x Metkayina (oldest daughter of Tonowari, the chief)

Neteyam is 18

Contains: new character & secrets, Neteyam fluff, Neteyam jealousy

I break the surface of the water with a fish flapping around in my net. The Sully children, all except Neteyam, study the way I hold it. Kiri frowns slightly, like she’s unhappy with the killing of the fish. I paddle up to the ledge where they all sit, their toes brushing against the waves.

“It’s our dinner Kiri.” I smile at her and pull myself out of the water. A few villagers whisper from a nearby pod, their eyes following my movement. Rumors about Tonowari’s eldest getting in trouble have spread rapidly. I act like I don’t see their stares.

“Yea, I know,” Kiri replies in annoyance. Tuk stares off into the horizon, lost in her own world. Lo’ak stares at Tsireya and she pretends not to notice. Everyone seems fine but lessons feel wrong without Neteyam here. Lo’ak had said their father took Neteyam out hunting with the other men. Aonung and Rotxo had looked at each other with shared jealousy. I hadn’t said anything but I know it’s more than just a hunting spree. Guess Jake and my father really do want us to stay apart.

“That’s it for today,” Aonung says. Kiri immediately jumps up and skips off, Tuk hurrying behind her. Lo’ak pats Aonung on the back before following after his sisters. I sigh. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to see Neteyam again. What if he doesn’t return to our lessons? Should I sneak out again? Risk being caught?

“Sister?” Aonung asks. Rotxo peers curiously at me from beside him. “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” I smile at him, it hurts my face to do it but I do. I haven’t told him anything that happened. I just said that our parents freaked out over nothing. That he had nothing to worry about. That I’m fine. I know he didn’t fully believe me but he knew better than to push me.

Aonung shrugs before challenging Rotxo to a race. They dive in the water and disappear under the waves. I should return to my pod where my parents are expecting me. Eclipse is soon, and after the trouble I got in, I can’t risk being late. But my rebellious streak still burns through me. I keep hearing Neteyam’s voice in my head, We already broke two rules, what’s a few more?

I’m so lost in thought that I don’t realize someone’s walked up beside me until he speaks.

“Hey.” I whip my head to the side to find Issak standing beside me. He’s tall with light blue skin and a spear in his hand. His black hair curls around his temples. Issak and I were friends as children. Always swimming after each other and exploring. Our parents used to say that we were destined for eachother. Before everything happened. Before– no. I can’t think about that.

“Issak,” I say, surprise evident in my voice. “What is it?”

He laughs, the sound rumbles from within him. A familiar sound, one I’ve heard many times before. “I’m just saying hello. Can I not say hello?”

I don’t respond and he tilts his head at me. “How is training the forest kids?”

I roll my eyes and start walking towards my pod. That’s what he wants to talk about? A million memories flash through my mind, mostly of things I want to forget. His footsteps vibrate on the path behind me.

“Wait,” he says as he places a hand on my arm. “I didn’t mean that. I just want to see how you’re doing.”

“You care now?”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been busy and I… well I heard something about you.” Dread curls in my stomach. I already know what he’s about to say. He keeps his hand on my arm. His four webbed fingers feel so different from Neteyam’s five soft ones.

“Did you steal the special alcohol? The ones we use for celebration?”

The whole village really does know. I try not to groan. “No, I didn’t.” I move to push past him but he places his other hand on my shoulder, blocking me.

“I’m not judging. We did things we shouldn’t have back when…” he shrugs. “Anyway, can you grab some alcohol for me? Who knows when the Tulkun will be back and we can have a celebration.”

I freeze. Things we shouldn’t have. I can’t deal with Issak right now. I forcefully shove his hands off me. “I can’t and I wouldn’t,” I reply sharply.

He tries to grab me again. “Wait, that not why I wanted to–”

“Don’t touch me!”

Someone clears their throat behind me. Issak’s apologetic face turns into one of concern. Neytiri stands behind me, her eyes narrow on Issak. He gives her a curt nod before turning and leaving me.

Neytiri watches his retreating back with distaste, as if she can sense his energy, before stepping toward me. Did she seek me out? My mouth goes dry. “Is Neteyam okay?”

Surprise flashes through her eyes. “He is fine. Out with his father.”

Relief floods through me as Neytiri cocks her head to the side. “Are you alright?”

I nod. It’s an easy lie– I’ve been telling everyone that I’m okay. That I’m not bothered by the clan spreading rumors and talking about me. And now Issak; is he going to bring up the past? On top of it all, is the deep ache in my heart, my longing to be with Neteyam. Just to speak with him and see his playful smile. Neytiri studies me, her intelligent eyes looking right into me. I’m convinced she can see my every thought.

“I was looking for you,” she begins and drops her voice to a whisper. “Up on shore where the trees grow taller, three hours after eclipse. A good time for a ride.”

What? I’m about to ask her a question but she walks away immediately, disappearing into the village as my people get ready for dinnertime. I look at the sky, eclipse has already begun, sending orange rays of light across the ocean. Three hours after? A ride?

~~~

I feel stupid. I’ve walked further and higher than I ever have before; I went past the mangrove and palm trees until the ground began lifting up, towards the mountain. And there has been no sound other than my own footsteps. Maybe I misunderstood Neytiri. Maybe she was just sharing some random tidbit with me? I mean there is nothing up here to ride.

Not that I would know, my people never come up here, everything we need is in the ocean and on the shore. I’m starting to get cold, the night sky glistening above me as I stare at the unfamiliar treetops. The ground feels strange between my toes. That’s it, I misunderstood, and I’m going home.

I’m about to leave when the ground crunches behind me. I whip around, suddenly scared in this unknown territory. Neteyam stands in front of me and pushes a wooden woven headband onto his head.

“Neteyam,” I breathe, feeling the air rushes out of my lungs. He takes two steps towards me and I run at him, throwing my arms around his shoulders. He stumbles backwards at the force of my embrace but quickly recovers. His strong arms encircle me, warming my chilled skin. He buries his face in my neck and inhales.

All my worries and anxieties disappear, they vanish right from me, as they always do when I’m with him. Neither of us speak, we simply enjoy the other’s presence. After a few moments, we pull out of our embrace.

Neteyam grabs my hand. “I wasn’t sure she would do it.”

“Do what?”

“My mom. I implied that I didn’t want to be alone tonight but I wasn’t sure if she understood. Definitely wasn’t sure if she would tell you.”

I squeeze his hand. “She told me. Guess there’s one person who supports us.”

“She likes you.”

I hold back my surprise. Neytiri, badass warrior, likes me? I laugh in disbelief. “I think she just wants you to be happy.”

A playful smile grows on Neteyams lips and he nudges my side. “Oh, you think you make me happy, huh?”

“As a matter of fact,” I nudge him back, “I think I do.”

He laughs, his shoulders jiggle with the motion. It’s a sweet sound, almost addicting, like a perfect melody you just want to capture and listen to over and over. His whole face changes when he laughs, he seems so relaxed. I’m staring at him, I know I am. He notices and smiles at me, no playfulness— just a genuine smile.

“You make me very happy,” he whispers. I shrug and make a face that says, I knew it. He rolls his eyes and starts rubbing his fingers in small circles on my hand. “But, my mom does like you. She said you have a strong heart.”

I’ve never heard that expression. “What does it mean?”

“It means…” He leans towards me and kisses me cheek. His soft lips brush my skin as his scent fills my nose; saltwater and something muskier, like the wood of a forest. “You are brave.” He pulls away and moves to my other cheek. “And kind.” He kisses me again, causing heat to rise to my face. He inches his face up to my forehead. “And full of life.” His lips brush my forehead and I lean into him. I close my eyes as his arms wrap around me. He puts his head down so his forehead meets mine.

Our breath mixes together in front of us. I open my eyes to find him looking at me, drinking in every aspect of my face. “And beautiful. A beautiful soul.”

My breath catches in my throat. No one has ever said anything like that to me. I stare back into his eyes, feeling my heartbeat ferociously in my chest. I can’t believe how amazing he is. My mind goes quiet when I’m around him, like it’s finally at peace. A million words stumble through my mind but all I can say is, “That’s not me. That’s you.”

He shakes his head, his forehead rubbing against mine. “It’s us.”

I grin, my first real smile in awhile. Neteyam’s pupils widen as he looks at me. He pulls his forehead away and tugs my hand. “I want to show you something,” he says before tightening his grip on my hand running deeper into the mountainside.

We run for a little until we reach a cliff. Palm trees cover the side of it but in the center, is an ikran. I gasp at the sight of it. It’s colorful wings, a strong neck, and beady eyes. The ikran grasps the side of the cliff, its beak beckoning to Neteyam. The ocean glistens from below.

Neteyam watches me absorb this sight, his hand never leaving mine. After a moment he says, “I want you to meet someone.”

Neteyam walks up to the ikran and makes a sound. The ikran behinds their head, rubbing against Neteyam’s strong chest. He rubs the ikran’s head lovingly before motioning for me to join him. I walk slowly closer to him, nervousness spreading through my body. I’ve never been so close to an ikran before.

Neteyam grabs his hair and connects it to his ikran, making tsaheylu. The ikran’s eyes focus on me as they bend their head, inviting me to pet. I reach my hand out steadily and stroke Neteyam’s ikran. His ikran looks at me curiously as I continue to run my hand down his scales.

Neteyam smoothly jumps onto his ikran’s back, settling his foot into a grove on the side of his saddle. He sticks his hand out to me. “Come on.”

“No, no,” I say unsurely. “I’ve never flown.”

“It’s amazing. The view is…”

“You go, I’ll wait here.”

Neteyam looks at me, a smirk growing on his lips. “Are you scared, ocean girl?”

I stand up straight. “No, I’m not. I just prefer not to be way up in the sky.”

He laughs and shakes his outreached hand. “Come with me. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I swallow, doubts swarming in my mind. What if someone saw us? Neteyam’s hand glows in the dark, that gorgeous blue. Screw it. I take his hand and he pulls me up onto his ikran with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. I settle in behind him, my legs straddling his hips.

“Not too high, forest boy,” I begin as Neteyam shoots his ikran straight up into the air. A scream hurdles out of my mouth as I throw my arms around his waist and hold on as tightly as possible. The wind whips against my face, causing my eyes to water. My heart beats wildly. We are flying completely straight up. “Neteyam!” I yell in his ear.

I think he’s laughing but I can’t hear him over the roar of the wind. His shoulders shake rhythmically, as if he’s really enjoying this. I squeeze my eyes shut. I shouldn’t have agreed to this. His ikran goes flat. It happens in an instant, one moment we are skyrocketing upwards and now we are smoothly flying in a straight line.

Neteyam pats my thigh. “You can open your eyes,” he says softly.

I open them slowly and observe the view. The ocean looks like a dark blanket from up here. I can see the surf like white glaze across the sand. Our village looks so small. The night sky seems so close and the glow from it seems to radiate into my soul. I breathe deeply, feeling the beauty and magic of Pandora.

Then I notice Neteyam staring at me. I take my hand off his waist and smack him in the arm. “You skxawng!” I yell. “You could’ve killed me!”

“You wouldn’t have died… maybe just fallen in mid-air for a little…”

I smack again causing him to laugh. “I said not too high!”

“But then you wouldn’t see this,” he replies and motions to the beautiful view beneath us. “Besides, I would’ve caught you.”

“Mhm,” I mumble as I lean my head forward and relax it on his shoulder. He continues to fly his ikran. We circle high above the village, over the cliffs, and past the reefs. His body warms mine against the wind as I absorb the feelings of flying. It feels like true freedom. I’m glad he showed me this.

“Hey,” I whisper to him. He turns his head over his shoulder and looks at me. “When the Tulkun come, I want to introduce you to my spirit sister.”

His lips break apart into a wide smile. “I’d like that.” He places a kiss on my forehead. I wrap my arms tighter around him, enjoying the feeling of my body pressed against his. He places his hand on my leg, his fingers wrapping around my thigh. I wish I could stay just like this forever.

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I sit on my ilu, absorbing the daylight as the ocean water skims my legs. The Sully kids, my siblings, and me, all sit on our ilu’s in a circle. Our lessons had begun early today but I didn’t mind. Neteyam is here. I had a feeling Neytiri said something to Jake about letting him come. I owe her so many thanks.

He’s right next to me, his skin reflecting the light from the water. I try not to stare. We’ve been keeping us a secret, especially from our families. But it’s hard. I find myself always gravitating towards him. He always looks at me from the corner of his eye. Or he’ll playfully try and grab my tail when no one is looking. Except, Lo’ak and Tsireya saw him this morning and they shared a knowing look.

“What should we do next?” Aonung asks the group as we float on the surface of the water, the village behind us.

“Let’s keep diving!’ Tuk cries from her ilu next to Kiri.

“Argh, not again Tuk,” Lo’ak says and rolls his eyes.

“You never want to do what I wanna do,” Tuk pouts.

“You always want to do lame things. That’s why you always follow us around.”

“No I don’t!” Tuk says angrily.

“Lo’ak,” Neteyam’s stern voice comes out. “Don’t start.”

Lo’ak grumbles something under his breath as the others begin talking about other things to do. I giggle softly. Neteyam’s voice is so much deeper when he is trying to be stern. He looks over at me, hearing my laugh. He narrows his eyes at me like he knows what I’m laughing about.

His ilu swims into mine causing me to jerk forward. I gasp and look up at him. He shrugs with a look on his face that says, I didn’t do it. I accusingly shake my head at him before telling my ilu to swim into his. Just before our animals connect, he dodges away.

“Too slow, ocean girl,” he says confidently, an arrogant grin sneaking onto his face.

Oh he’s gonna eat his words. I’m just about to tell my ilu to swim right into his when an all too familiar voice speaks.

“Hello.”

My stomach drops. I turn around to see Issak swimming right up to us. Aonung and Tsireya wave at him. If only they knew…

Kiri and Tuk watch him curiously as he joins our circle in the waves. Lo’ak and Neteyam both assess him, trying to figure him out. Issak greets my siblings before turning his gaze to me.

“Can I speak to you?”

“I’m busy.”

He smiles at me, his charmer smile. “It will only be a moment.” Neteyam’s gaze sharpens at Issak’s expression.

I nod. I can’t turn him down without getting questions from my siblings. Issak motions with his head for me to follow and turns from the group. Neteyam watches me, his eyes guarded. “I’ll be right back,” I say.

As I swim out of the circle, Lo’ak’s voice floats after me, “Yo, he looks badass. Better watch out, bro.”

“Shut up,” Neteyam responds, an edge in voice.

I shake my head. Issak is far from badass. He waits for me a little ways from the group, his head bowed down as he pats his ilu. Every nerve in my body is telling me to turn around. Issak is a reminder of too many things. Things I don’t want to remember. He looks up as I reach him, his blue eyes twinkling dangerously.

“Two visits in one day,” I say flatly.

“You’re a lucky girl,” he smirks.

I roll my eyes and look back at the group. Neteyam is watching us. I can see the tension in his shoulders from here. He asks Aonung a question. Aonung turns and looks at Issak before beginning to respond to Neteyam. Great, who knows what he’s telling him.

“Got a thing for the tree lover?”

I snap my gaze back to Issak, anger brewing in my gut. “What do you want?”

Issak sighs and looks at the sky. I bite my tongue to keep from saying something rude. I look back at the group, Aonung is still talking to Neteyam. Lo’ak inches closer to them, straining to hear their conversation. Tsireya watches me worriedly. Neteyam’s eyebrows clench together and his eyes never leave me.

“I don’t have all day,” I snap at Issak.

“I miss you.”

My jaw drops open. Issak reaches his hand out and puts it on my shoulder. I’m completely frozen. I can’t believe the nerve of him. He starts to rub my shoulder, his webbed fingers feeling foreign on my skin.

He swims closer to me on his ilu so his face is right next to mine. I don’t move. Too many thoughts swirl through my head. He leans forward and says, “There’s things I want to talk to you about. About the Sully’s and the sky people. They—”

“Hey,” a stern voice says. My head snaps up at the familiar sound. Neteyam. He straddles his ilu, leaning forward slightly with a certain sharpness to his features as he stares at Issak’s hand on me. “What’s going on?”

Oh, no. I shove Issak’s hand off. “Nothing we were–”

“Just chatting about the past,” Issak cuts me off with a smirk. He slowly places his hand back in his lap. “Our history.” He looks at me and winks before saying, “I’ll see you around.”

He leaves, dipping beneath the surface of the water, before I get a chance to respond. Lo’ak and Aonung watch from a distance, surprise coating their faces. Neteyam swims in front of me, his ilu greets mine. He raises a faint eyebrow at me. “So, who’s that?”

“No one,” I reply, not wanting to talk about Issak.

Neteyam looks at the empty space where Issak had sat. He turns his head towards me, his golden eyes a darker shade than usual. “I don’t like him.”

I laugh. The sound escapes my lips before I have a chance to stop it. Neteyam’s eyebrows turn downwards. “I’m serious. He has bad energy, ocean girl.”

“Jealous?”

Neteyam scoffs before glancing at me shyly. “No.”

I nudge his shoulder. “Mhm, so if I went to see him–”

“No.” Neyetam closes his eyes like he cannot fathom the thought.

“You are jealous!”

“I’m not! I just looked over and saw his hand on you and…” He trails off, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. I find his hand from beneath the waves and slip my fingers through his.

“And what?”

“And I wanted to rip his hand off.”

“Neteyam!”

He sighs and squeezes my hand. “You can do anything you want. I’m not jealous.” He stares at me, his golden eyes growing darker by the second. “But if he lays a hand on you again, I don’t care who I have to go through or what rules I break, I will make sure it’s the last thing he ever does.”

My mind goes blank. Neyetam’s gaze is so intense, I know he isn’t kidding. Something flutters in my stomach and spreads throughout my whole body.

I struggle to find my voice and my words come out in one breath, “Sounds intense.”

He leans into my ear and whispers, “You can’t even begin to imagine.”

I’m breathless as I stare into his darkening gaze. I’m not even sure what he means but his husky voice repeats over and over in my mind. I want to kiss him, reach out and grab his shoulders. But we’re right in front of the village, anyone could see us. As if he read my thoughts, he says, “Tonight. Same spot, same time.”

I immediately nod, causing a curly strand of hair to fall in front of my face. He reaches out slowly and twists the hair around his finger before tucking it gently behind my ear. I can’t help but smile softly at the gesture. His fingers slide across my skin longingly. He pulls away and smiles before swimming towards the village.

I watch his retreating back, how his dark blue skin glistens in the daylight. He’s so beautiful it makes my heart ache and makes my mind go blank. My stomach flutters at the thought of seeing him again, of flying above the ocean, and kissing him.

Later that night, we went flying. I sit on the back of his ikran and allow myself to get lost in the sky and in his arms. And after hours of flying, we settle into the sand and whisper to each other. We share kisses beneath the night sky. His body keeps me warm and protects me. I feel so safe with him. His shoulder relaxes and my favorite smile of his spreads across his face. It’s a lazy smile, his most relaxed expression.

He tells me things he’s never told anyone before and I do the same. Our noses touch as we laugh at each other and with each other. I feel like I could let all my walls down. And I almost do. Each time he gives me that smile. Or our lips collide. I want to tell him everything. Even what happened back with Issak. All the things we found out. But each time I open my mouth, ready to spill, nothing ever comes out.

Neteyam holds me on top of the sandy cliff as we lay on the ground, his ikran settling in beside us. Neteyam’s breathing begins to slow and his eyes drop shut. I watch his calm face, so serene in his sleep. Everything will be okay, I tell myself but each time I close my eyes– I see Issak’s face with a lethal look in his eyes.

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I tried some different things with this part so let me know what you think. I'm not sure how I feel about it

Part 4 there will be: Tulkun returning, a celebration, and secrets revealed.

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pandorxxx · 7 months

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Playmate

Neteyam x omatikayna fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: cursing, p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie at the end, gamer-girl helping Neteyam with his “set up.”

Synopsis: He needed help with his gaming set-up, and you were willing to lend a helping hand in more ways than one…

You were in the middle of doing your daily chores when it happened…

“Hey, y/n right?” A familiar, deep, sexy voice asked from behind, completely stopping you in your tracks. This couldn’t be, you thought. There was no way.

You placed your basket of laundry on the little table infront of you. Taking a deep breath before turning slowly. A fake, nervous smile plastered on your face as you struggled to maintain eye contact with the tall, dark, handsome man infront of you. He shot you an award winning smile that showed off his pearly white canines. So white you could’ve sworn you saw them glint like the cheesy commercials.

You went to speak, but a small whimper fell from your lips. What an idiot, you thought. Not even being able to form a coherent thought, let alone SPEAK infront of him.

You had a huge crush on Neteyam, this was very true. Your friends knew about it, your siblings knew about it, your father and mother, HIS brother who so happened to be your bestfriend…hell, even NETEYAM knew you had a crush on Neteyam. You were so painfully awkward around him that it made it so obvious.

But Neteyam was unattainable in your eyes. Being the next in line, and the most popular warrior here, you believed that you didn’t stand a chance. He chuckled at your flustered little mewls, before shooting you a lighthearted smile again.

“I just wanted to talk to you about something. Or…ASK you for help with something.” He corrected himself, eyeing your small frame briefly, making sure not to have you whining Infront of him again. He knew even the slightest look would make you nervous, but he couldn’t help it.

He was just a man, after all, and as much as YOU didn’t see how beautiful you were…he sure did. You had the body of a goddess; full breasts, slim waist, wide hips, and long legs. You had beauty that could make a man melt, and he was so hot for you. You always wore those screening glass too. The ones that you wore to play your video games. A lot of the clan members thought it was…different but Neteyam liked it a lot. It reminded him of those fake “school girls” in those porn videos he’d sneak and watch. Never would he tell you that though, you might actually faint.

“Mhm.” You hummed, nodding frantically, wondering what in the world the mighty warrior himself…would need help with…from YOU.

“You and lo’ak always play those video games together at night, right? I hear you through his headset sometimes.” Neteyam asked, taking a step closer. You took a step back quickly, your plump ass backing Into the table with force.

“Mhm.” You hummed again, nodding your head at him. He bit his lip subtly, he couldn’t help it. You turned him on so much without even knowing.

“Use your words when you talk to me.” He commanded playfully, taking another step closer. You whimpered again, trying to back up but quickly noticing that there was nowhere for you to run.

“Yes, sir..I-I mean, Neteyam!” You spoke in your sweet, innocent voice. You mentally face palmed. What the fuck was wrong with you? You thought. He brushed that off, not wanting to make you any more uncomfortable than you already were.

“Well, lo’ak wants me to get into it. But I don’t know where to start, and he’s just no fucking help. Think you can set me up? Maybe I’ll be able to play with you two now.” He smiled genuinely. The question, had you stuck in place. What did Neteyam want with childish games? And why was he so serious about it that he had to come to you?

“Well, there are monitors and PC’s in the lab. That’s where lo’ak got his from. I built my own though. My monitor has really nice graphics too, but I just picked that up from the lab. It really depends on what you’re looking for. Mine has about 46GB’S of ram, but 8 is the sweet spot. I think I can hook you up. You’d have to come with me to carry all of that equipment though…because I can’t. “ you rambled, not even realizing that you haven’t stuttered once.

Neteyam just smiled at you, watching you go on and on about something that you were passionate about. So damn passionate that you forgot about the silly crush you had on him for a moment.

“I-Im not tech savvy like you and lo’ak, so I don’t understand a word you just said.” He chuckled. You a long with him.

“But, let’s meet at the lab tonight, yeah? You can pick the set up out for me, and then we can put it together at my hut.” He asked, nodding his head to get you in agreeance with his plan.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll meet you there tonight.” You spoke confidently. The only thing you were every really confident about was your knowledge with technology.

He nodded happily, reaching his arms out for a hug. And there it was again, the nerves creeping up on you with a quickness. You eyed his chest, all the way down to his chiseled abs….allll the way down to his loincloth. God, he had you in heat just looking at him.

“I promise you…looking at me won’t do much justice.” He teased, curling his fingers in a “come here.” Motion. You whimpered again, you just couldn’t help it. It was like a habit around him.

You walked closer, wrapping your arms around his torso. His skin was warm, yet hard. A mix between a protector and a warrior. His strong arms found there way around your shoulders, wrapping you up in his embrace with a tight squeeze. His scent was crazy, so damn addicting that you didn’t even want to let him go.

“I’ll see you tonight then, right?” He whispered in your ear, swaying you both back and forth. “Yes, Neteyam.” You spoke calmly , a delirious smile plastered across your face as your eyes shut.

You found yourself drawing circles in his lower back before your hands shift up to the back of his arms, caressing them gently. You both pulled away at the same time, a sarcastic grin on your face at this very awkward moment for you.

“Bye, y/n…” he trailed off teasingly before walking away from you. You could see every muscle flexing in his back from his hard steps, his hair swaying back and forth along his shoulders. God, he was so fucking hot.

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The day went on as usual, and you met Neteyam at the lab. You gave him a simple tutorial for things he needed to know about his new set up before you pulled some equipment out for him.

You walked him through the tech room, and picked some stuff out for him, putting them in his arms until he couldn’t see over the huge boxes. It didn’t take long before you two were off to his hut.

Once you got there, you began to put his set up together rather quickly. He just watched you work. He didn’t understand why this was turning him on so much, watching you make complicated tech work for you in the way that you wanted.

About an hour and a half later, you were done. Stepping back to look at you work, Neteyam stood by you, admiring your work as well.

“You like it?” You asked, watching him run his fingertips over the expensive equipment. He was in awe, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“I-I love it. Thank you, y/n.” He nodded genuinely before catching your gaze with his. You blushed, giggling into your hand.

“Ofcourse, Neteyam.” You smiled, pushing your glasses up with one finger. The act alone making his cock twitch. You were so hot without even fucking trying.

“Wanna show me how to use this stuff before you go?” He asked, taking a seat in his chair, and twirling towards the monitor. You swiftly walked up next to where he was sitting.

Without even knowing, you shifted infront of him to press the “on” button on the chin of the monitor. However, your slender back, and round ass was on full display for him when he sat back and let you take control.

He licked his lips, tilting his head to get a better view. You were putting it out there for him, so why not admire it?

“So , this is the power button. It’s how you turn the monitor on and off.” You explained , not even looking behind you. You grabbed the mouse once the monitor was on.

“I took the liberty of downloading all of the games you need on here already, so you don’t have to worry about that.” You explained, pressing on the first game to open it for him.

He wasn’t even listening, as much as he tried to. He was too focused on your backside, on full

Display for him. He was so tranced that he started to feel drool drip down his chin.

“This is actually my favorite game. Mind if I play with you?” You asked innocently, already beginning the game. The reflection of the computer in your glasses.

“You can play with me all you want.” He spoke, wiping his mouth off. He adjusted his hips, his large hands squeezing the arms of the chair, trying his best to not bring you down on his lap.“Perfectttt.” You sung, already immersed in the game.

You were so oblivious sometimes, you clearly weren’t getting the fucking hint. So he had to take matters into his own hands. He knew you liked him anyway, what’s the worst that could happen?

“You can’t be comfortable…standing up like this. Wanna take a seat?” He asked, simultaneously grabbing your hips and bringing you down onto his lap. He thrusted up softly, groaning at the new found friction.

“Awnn, you’re so sweet! Thanks Teyam.” You smiled, still engulfed in that fucking game. You really couldn’t care less about anything when you were gaming. Didn’t even notice his growing bulge underneath your clothed cunt.

“DAMMIT! Bro get out of the way!” You shouted at the screen, intense keyboard smacking following.

He was growing a bit frustrated. You were paying him no fucking attention, so he decided to turn things up a notch. His large hands shifted up your tiny waist, all the way to your full breasts, squeezing them gently.You gasped, letting the controls go all together. You let out a low moan, looking down at his wandering hands.

“Teyam?” You asked, a small whimper following when he began to roll your clothed nipples in between his fingers.

“I need it, I’m sorry. You’re too damn sexy for me to just let you slip between my fingers without getting a taste. Here, play your game. I’ll be quick, yeah? Don’t need you getting nervous on me.” He explained, sitting up to press the keys so the game could restart for you. You were flustered, but did what you were told.

You found it hard to focus on the game now. Shaky hands finding the mouse and keyboard as you started playing again.

He began to shift his hands back to your waist, using it as leverage to dry hump you. Rocking you back and forth on his rock hard cock while he groaned behind you. His head went back against the chair, getting carried away. He started to thrust up into you, the friction consuming him.

You couldn’t focus now. You were just playing with the keys because he told you too. You began to moan lowly, strategically moving your hips to help with the friction as well.

“Let me fuck you, please. I-I need it.” He groaned, now fully bouncing you on his lap. How could you say no? You wanted it just as bad as him.

“Mhm. Take it, Nete.” You moaned, letting the keys go entirely. You grabbed the arms his chair, grinding into him hard. Driving him up a fucking wall.

“Ohhh, shit.” He moaned, guiding your movements with his large hands. Watching the show infront of him.

He didn’t even have enough time, nor did he have enough patience to fiddle with the strings on his or your loincloth. He haulted your movements for a moment, reaching down to slide his loincloth to the side, just enough for his raging cock to come through the fabric.

You could feel it on your back, it was pulsing and heavy, making you wet just thinking about that going inside of you.

You reached around to your front, standing up alittle to slide yours to the side as well before hovering over his cock, the tip probing at your entrance.

“Need to be in you..s-so so bad.” He groaned, grabbing your hips to slide you down on him slowly. Your pretty mouth falling agape at the stretch while his eyes rolled back.

“Ohhh God.” Neteyam whispered to himself before thrusting up into you one time so that your pelvises were flush with eachother.

The stretch was delightful, to say the least. It was so good that you began to bounce on him without him guiding you. You needed some kind of friction. You were a mess already, moaning with that sweet innocent voice of yours. It made his fucking head spin.

“That’s it, fuck me, juuuust like that, baby.” He chuckled teasingly before his bottom lip found refuge in between his teeth.

With one hand guiding your hips, the other one had your long ponytail in a pitbull lock, wrapping it around his forearm as he began to thrust into you firmly.

“Harder…” you whimpered, grinding on his dick. Using him to get you off. “I hear you, baby. I’m gonna rock your whole fucking world.” He growled, standing up with you still wrapped around his cock.

He pushed you into the table, you immediately pushing the keyboard and monitor to the side to crawl on the table for him. Your knees placed firmly on the wood while your back was arched, opening yourself up to be used like a personal fuck toy.

He twirled the strings of your loincloth around his hand, using it as leverage to fuck you harder like you asked. So hard that his movements alone were rocking the entire hut. “Like that?” He asked, smacking your ass a few times, leaving prominent handprints on the plush flesh.

“Ooo yes! Yes, juuust like that.” You whimpered, your head finding refuge on the table, twisting your upper half to watch him.

A thin layer of sweat was visible on his forehead. He was concentrated, reaaaally concentrated. Watching your ass smack against his pelvis with every rough thrust.

“I-I’ve been dying to fuck you. For s-sooo, so long.” He confessed, tilting his head to watch you fall apart. Those few words making your walls flutter around him. “Yeah?” You moaned, a delirious smile plastered across your face.

“Mhm. Been waiting to make this pretty pussy cream. I know you’re close too. Go ahead, baby. Make daddy’s dreams come true, yeah?” He groaned, heavy pants escaping his chest as he sped up his pace.

“I-Im gonna-“ you began before gulping down your words. You could feel your muscles tense, and your legs shake. This orgasm was going to ruin you, unlike any build-up you’ve ever felt before.

“Don’t be scared, I don’t bite, baby. Let it go for me.” He reassured you, now fucking you nice and slow, leaving that build-up lingering in your lower abdomen.

“I-it’s not normal. This isn’t normal, neteyam!” You panicked, shifting your hand to his abs to hault his movements. Yet, he didn’t oblige. He knew what was happening, and he wanted to see it first hand.

“Hmm. What’s not normal baby? The feeling in your stomach? Like you’re gonna fucking burst at any second , right?” He teased, speeding up again.

“I-Im gonna pee, I think.” You whined, the coil in your stomach seconds away from unraveling. His eyes rolled in pleasure at your sweet, innocent voice.

“You’re not gonna pee. I swear, j-just let go. Pleaseee. I-I need it.” He moaned, angling his hips up to hit your sweet spot aggressively. And that was it…

The coil in your stomach snapped, free flowing out of your tight cunt like a heavy stream. A rippling wave of electricity surging through your body. “Fuuuuuuck.” You cried, actual tears running down your pretty face.

“Ohhh shit. Just like that, baby. Juuust like that. Feels so good.” Neteyam groaned in pleasure, watching your body tremble. Your walls fluttered around him expertly, sending him spiraling.

“I’m gonna cum. G-Gonna fill this pussy up.” He moaned deliriously, pulling you up by your long ponytail. You quickly shifted to where you were standing.

Letting you re-adjust, he began pumping into you while his lips found refuge on your neck. A few wet, sloppy kisses down your jugular led to whimpers in your ear as his peak got closer.

Your hands gripped the edge of the table firmly while he fucked you like an animal. His arm wrapped around your neck, as he continued his attack on your poor cunt.

You were a fucked out mess. Your eyes were red, and puffy. Your cheeks were flushed and stained with tears. And you were on the verge of yet another orgasm as he man handled you like he was taming a wild beast.

“Gonna let me cum in this pussy right? Gonna be a good girl for me? Huh? Say it.” He commanded, fucking Into you harder and harder with each stroke.

“Need your cum, t-teyam. I’ll be a good girl and take it.” You moaned, eyes rolling back as yet another orgasm ripped through your soul. This time, he watched a thin coat of your cream cover his cock with every single thrust, just like he wanted.

“Gooood girl. I-I’m gonna cum for you. Give you what you want, ok?” He whispered in your ear before playfully nibbling at it. A few more lazy strokes and he lost it.

You could feel ropes of seed making it’s way into your empty womb. You both humming in pleasure at the feeling. “Shiiiiiit.” He groaned, thrusting into you one last time, before slowly pulling out of you. You both took a few deep breaths. As he held your hips in place, stopping you from tilting over.

“Well. Now that I got that out of my system. Can you repeat everything you said about this PC for me, pretty girl?” He asked jokingly, a breathily laugh escaping his chest before he kissed you cheek.

What the hell were you gonna do with him?

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mcverse · 5 days

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☆ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬/𝐍𝐨

☆ 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

☆ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚)

☆ 𝐊𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐞 / 𝐧𝐨, 𝐩𝐮𝐤 / 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐰𝐥𝐚 / 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞, 𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧 / 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 / 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐞 / 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐤𝐱𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐠 / 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧

☆ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐞 , 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲

☆ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

“(Name).”

Your eyes flutter, emotions dancing behind each closed eye lid. Your ears press flat against your head as you contemplate whether you’ve heard him right. He speaks your name, a phrase that has spilled from his lips more times than you can recall, to the point where it reaches you even in your dreams.

And yet, this time feels distinctly different. There's an added emphasis and sharpness to it, as if it weighs heavily on his tongue just to say those words. It's almost forced, yet strangely lacks the hesitation one would typically expect in a conversation such as this.

In all your time around him, even during teasing or comforting moments, he has never spoken to you without that gentle tone. The absence of it leaves a void, something you regretfully yearn for now as you find yourself locked in a tense gaze with what seems like a monster in disguise.

He hides his intentions so effectively that you never imagined this confession would take this direction. He fineses the situation so well that you thought of him as a personified version of a blinding sun, simultaneously painful to gaze upon yet offering a small, delightful wave of burn that stings as it gently caresses every inch of your exposed skin.

Your partially chapped lips remain sealed; you’re too afraid that uttering anything would make a bad situation worst. Doubt creeps in. Have you been mistaken all along? Perhaps he doesn't feel the same way after all?

In all honesty, that thought never crossed your mind. It’s not because you’re naturally confident; it's simply because he has a knack for making you feel self-assured enough to entertain the possibility of something more between you both, all based on his actions.

Those moments you didn’t imagine, no matter how much they feel like you did—they were just for you. No other woman in the village has his attention, no other woman does he hold in his arms, bare his heart to, or whisper sweet nothings that are just that; nothing.

That's all it is and all it comes down to, proven to you by his now tense posture and the stone stare he sends you. And it only further destroys the pedestal that you held him so highly upon as he continues to talk while you remain stunned in place.

“I didn’t mean for it—us—to get here…”

What does that mean? You can't help the curt tilt of your head as your eyes swirl with confusion. Did he intend for things to reach this point? Did he knowingly lead to this outcome? It’s a thought that nags at you, but it’s hard to reconcile with the Neteyam you once knew; it just doesn’t seem like something he would do.

The Neteyam you know wouldn't intentionally lead you on. He wouldn't deliberately create a sense of comfort, flood your thoughts with him, and ultimately make you fall in love with him. That idea seems entirely absurd in the context of who you believe him to be.

You blink, swallowing thickly as you part your lips to speak. Licking them, you question him, “I’m not… what do you mean, ‘I didn’t mean for us to get here?’” You need confirmation of your assumptions or even an explanation of why you could be wrong.

He takes a deep breath through his nose, the weight of the moment clearly taking a toll on him. He lowers his head to the ground, unable to meet your eyes. "This shouldn't be happening... It can't go beyond this," he says, the second statement not aimed at you but more of a self-directed declaration.

You don't know what overcame you to respond in the way you did. It's hard for you to even understand why you aren't more on the offense as you softly ask him, "Tell me why not?," when you should be offended and defensive more than anything.

And worst of all, you don't get why your heart is still holding on to hope when you know the answer, but you've played it up to this point like you don't.

He takes a moment to respond, his fists clenched at his sides, as though he's the one facing rejection at this very moment, rather than the other way around. "It'll feel like I'm betraying her," he finally admits, his voice heavy with conflicted emotions.

You may not have known her personally, but you were aware of her existence, and it all makes sense now. It's clear why no other woman is beside him, even though he's of age to mate. The woman he truly desires is miles away, back home where he should be.

You're not her. You just happened to be there when he was feeling low and had nothing better to do. In other words, the time you spent together wasn't enough; you weren't enough.

And the painful truth is that you wish you were enough. Because if you were never going to be enough for him, he should have let you go. It hurts more to be only partially loved when it would hurt less to not be loved at all.

"Betrayal?" You can't help but let out a bitter laugh. His use of the word feels like a double standard, painfully ironic in this context. "You know nothing of betrayal. If you had even a hint..." You pause, tears swelling in your eyes, your face burning with a mix of humiliation, embarrassment, and suppressed anger. "You wouldn't have caused my heart this much pain."

Your words draw his attention back to you, his eyes widening and his mouth slightly agape in apparent shock at your statement.

It only rubs saltwater into your fresh wounds. Did he truly give so little thought to your feelings? It becomes painfully clear that he strung you along, relishing the attention you gave him while holding you in such low regard.

How could you have been so blind?

A better question, how could he be so heartless? Or was it that he only had a heart when it came to her?

Neteyam snaps his mouth shut, his lips forming a thin, tight line. His forehead creases as his eyes flicker over your features, skillfully reading you like a puk. It took a while, months, but he now knew you.

He probably knew you better than you knew yourself because even though he might say it shouldn't have come to this, he had a feeling that's where you were heading.

He could have stopped it, could have saved you the pain—the yawnyewla of falling for someone like him knowing how he felt, but he didn't... a small part of him didn't want to.

A single tear falls down your cheek, but you quickly brush it away. Your chest rises and falls in a slow yet steady rhythm as you work to calm your racing pulse. “You are kawnglan. I wish to never see you again.” you hiss softly, then pivot on the balls of your feet and hurry away from him.

Night falls quickly as you remain within your mauri for the remainder of the day, choosing to nurse your wounds, however poorly you may be at it. You've never been heartbroken before, so a plan needs to be put into motion.

While you wish never to see him again, that doesn't seem practical. You also don't want to stay inside, pouting and crying your eyes out until your tear ducts dry either.

In the days that follow and those that come after, you do the opposite. You put on a facade when you're around others, while at night, you take off your mask.

It's challenging to maintain the act in public, especially when Neteyam is nearby or when you bump into him. However, you are determined to avoid him, even if it means a brief interaction before you can find relief.

Many nights, you lie awake, unable to sleep because your mind is filled with scenarios. You're constantly coming up with better ways to react to his rejection or what you'll say if you ever have another conversation with him.

Ewya, if you had just admired him from a distance, this wouldn't be your reality right now. But instead, you went out of your way to learn his name. Now, all you want is to forget it, to forget him.

You've never felt more unlike yourself. It's hard to recognize yourself when you look into the water during the sun-kissed mornings. Putting yourself willingly into the hands of another for the first time, only for it to backfire horribly, was a terrible mistake.

You should have made a better choice. You should have known better—you knew right from wrong, so how could you not see how wrong it was to love a man who yearns for another?

You spent months avoiding him, and as time went by, it became second nature, making it easier to see less of him without much effort. Were you taking this too far? You didn't think so.

He knowingly took a part of you, so it's only fair that he also knows how you can't stand to be around him... at least not now—he’s lucky if you ever will again.

You learned two lessons from this: There's no better feeling than a first love—it's unforgettable, just as there's nothing worse than a first heartbreak—it takes time to forgive and heal.

And although you were slowly healing, you were cautious as you dipped your toe back into the dating field. You'd be lying if you said you weren't afraid to get hurt again. A small part of you doesn't think you can handle another heartache, so you started slowly; taking baby steps, and this time, you didn't put all your eggs in one basket.

Al'wah, you met him one day while you were sitting thoughtfully on a rock. He came up and sat beside you, and although it was awkward at first, he was smooth at talking.

He even went as far as to say he'd been interested in you for a while but Neteyam was in the way. Unlike Neteyam, he was brave enough to admit his true feelings, and you were flattered. However, you weren't ready to commit while after getting to know him better, Al'wah was.

Next was Zen'kí, a very calm and talented fisherman, proving he was a natural provider. Your conversations with him were easier, as he was more down-to-pandora than anyone you've actually met, and he was truly caring—about nature and all of Pandora's inhabitants.

The only reason it didn't work out was because of rumors among the women of the village. They said that O'laya had been interested in Zen'kí for much longer than you. After knowing how it feels to be in love with someone interested in another, you had to do the right thing and step back so she could finally step up.

There were a few others: Koar and Whûn’k. Each one left an indelible impression, but it wasn't meant to last. Then, you reconnected with Seyknü, a Na'vi you had actually grown up close to. It genuinely surprised you to learn that he was interested in you.

When you were growing up, you had the biggest childish crush on him until Neteyam came around. Now, it seems he's seeing you differently. You can work with that.

As you reconnect with Seyknü, your opinion on commitment change, and it's happening at the right time. You're rediscovering how much he can make you laugh, how charming he is, and how attentive and protective he is toward others. It's good to see that he hasn't changed, but it's tough to realize that you have.

He accepts you wholeheartedly for who you are, and you're ready to reciprocate the same in time. However, it's Neteyam's current actions and whatever game he's playing that seem to be getting in the way.

Honestly, what is he up to?

As your relationship with Seyknü continues, Neteyam's presence becomes more pronounced during your time together. This is growing emotionally taxing and weighing heavily on your heart.

Whenever you and Seyknü seek moments of intimacy or simply enjoy each other's company, Neteyam seems to find a way to insert himself into the situation. Whether he's with Tuk or claiming to have duties from his father, he's always nearby.

When you and Seyknü are lost in your own world, sharing laughter and joy, you can sense Neteyam's gaze on you, like a piercing dagger.

Even when Seyknü reaches out to touch you, whether for a helping hand or more intimately, it's rare for Neteyam not to interrupt. He either "accidentally" bumps into you both or enlists the help of one of the children to divert your attention.

This pattern persists for a while, causing you to question everything that has led to this point. Is it too much to ask for happiness? Should you lower your expectations? But you’re wrong about that too, as you seem to be a lot these months. This realization dawns on you one day when you go searching for Seyknü.

You find Seyknü near some large boulders, and just as you’re about to call out to him, you freeze in your tracks. He isn’t alone. Standing in front of him is Neteyam, and the atmosphere is thick with tension.

Neteyam’s face is contorted with anger, his eyes cold as he looms menacingly within a couple of feet from Seyknü.

Seyknü doesn’t look any better. His tense posture, ears flattened against his skull, and the twitching of his upper lip, baring his canines. With a chest puffed out, he hisses at Neteyam through clenched teeth, “What’s your problem!?”

Neteyam’s hands twitch at his sides, his ears flicking upwards at Seyknü’s tone, but he makes no movement suggesting he’s about to approach Seyknü anytime soon. “You are. Back off her,” he insists.

Seyknü blinks in confusion before his eyes widen as he realizes who Neteyam is referring to. He scoffs, casting a disdainful look up and down Neteyam’s form. “I’ll do no such thing. Save yourself the trouble and move on,” he retorts, his disgust evident in his expression. “She already has with me.” he adds with a smirk.

Neteyam’s jaw tightens in response to Seyknü’s statement. His tail goes stiff behind him as he closes the distance between himself and Seyknü, bringing their faces mere inches apart. Neteyam looms over Seyknü due to his greater height and attempts to explain, “She’s confused—”

But Seyknü interrupts him, shaking his head with a look of disbelief. “No, you’re the one who’s confused,” he retorts firmly. “You can’t force your way back into her life after how you’ve behaved.”

“Don’t speak as if you know what went on between us.”

"I know more than you think," Seyknü spits back, his attempt to push Neteyam away proving futile as Neteyam stands firm. With a confident smirk, Seyknü continues, "I'm the one she confides in now, the one she seeks when she's happy, and the one who takes care of her when she's excited..."

Tensions rise as their exchange becomes more heated but he appears entirely unbothered by the threatening look Neteyam gives him in response to this revelation. Seyknü's smirk widens as he taunts, "Oh, did I strike a nerve? You don't fit in here anymore. You're just a forest boy with no heart.. ha, sorry, a heart that remains anchored to a place far from here."

Neteyam can no longer tolerate Seyknü's words. He swiftly pins Seyknü against one of the boulders, pressing his hand firmly into the center of Seyknü's chest, rendering him immobilized, despite Seyknü's futile resistance.

A faint, mocking smirk tugs at the corner of Neteyam's lips as he observes how weak Seyknü seems, desperately gripping Neteyam's wrist with both hands.

Neteyam can't help but think... How can you be with someone like this? This island boy can't even free himself from Neteyam's grip. He's obviously too weak to protect you. If he can't protect you, Neteyam highly doubts he can provide for you, let alone please you as well as he could. In those aspects, there's no competition.

However, Neteyam acknowledges that everything else Seyknü claims is true. He pushed you into the arms of another man, making him feel like crap since and he often finds himself wondering if that's how he made you feel. He hates that feeling and regrets more than anything that he made you feel that way.

"Last time, Seyknü. Back off—" Neteyam's sentence is abruptly cut short by a powerful punch to the face. The impact temporarily sends him off his feet, and he staggers backward, creating some distance between them. Seyknü seizes the opportunity, taking advantage of Neteyam's momentary confusion, and tackles him to the ground, landing another hit on Neteyam's face.

As Seyknü prepares to land a fourth punch, Neteyam skillfully dodges it by moving his head to the side. In a swift counterattack, Neteyam headbutts Seyknü in the mouth, causing Seyknü to yelp in pain and clutch his mouth with furrowed brows.

Distracted by the pain, Seyknü fails to notice Neteyam's hold on him, ready to flip him over. Towering over Seyknü, Neteyam strikes him in the eye, followed by a flurry of punches targeting his nose and mouth. The physical altercation escalates with each blow Neteyam delivers.

You have to intervene, coming clean that you were eavesdropping because the situation is growing increasingly violent. Neteyam is viciously attacking Seyknü, who, by this point, is simply lying there and taking the blows.

"Get off him!" you shout, rushing in and grabbing hold of Neteyam to pull him away from Seyknü. He moves more easily than you'd expect once he realizes it's you. He watches as you bend down to check on Seyknü's condition. That simple action annoys Neteyam more than it should.

He interprets your concern as an indication that it’s because he's the most injured, or at least that's what he wants to think, rather than realizing that you simply didn't want to interact with him yet. But it was Seyknü who initiated the violence with the first punch, leading to this chaotic situation.

"Seyknü, Seyknü!" you urgently call out to him, trying to get him to open his puffy eyes, while wiping the blood from his face as best as you can. You growl, looking up at Neteyam, "What is wrong with you!?" you hiss, "You hurt everything you touch!"

Neteyam's ears flatten against his skull, his lips forming a small pout as his eyes soften at your words. He bends slightly as steps forward, reaching out to you, and says, “Please let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain. This is what you do," you say with a sharp inhale, looking away. You move to help Seyknü up, his soft groaning urging you to assist him. “Just…leave us alone.” you add, walking past him with Seyknü to get him to the medic tent.

…

After ensuring Seyknü will be well taken care of and crafting a few believable lies, you make the decision to leave the hut. However, as you step outside, you pause when you spot someone loitering nearby.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, your earlier annoyance resurfacing.

Hearing your voice, Neteyam turns to you, straightening up. He slowly steps closer to you, cautious as he should be because you were this close to heading back inside to avoid him. "Is he okay?" he asks softly, nodding toward the tent.

You scoff, rolling your eyes, and cross your arms. "You mean after you beat the crap out of him? He's holding on."

Neteyam rolls his eyes in response, shaking his head, his braids swaying with his movements. "He hit me first," he tries to defend himself, but you're having none of it.

"That doesn't give you the right to do what you did!" you exclaim, stepping closer to him, fists clenched at your side as your whole body burns with anger. "You could have killed him!"

He groans, his brow-bones furrowing deeply as he looks away, his teeth clenched in visible conflict. "Why him?..."

Your expression shifts from anger to confusion as you raise a eyebrow. "Why what?" you ask, crossing your arms and studying him closely, trying to discern what's going on in his head.

"Why him, out of all the men in the village?" he asks, his tone curious, and he fixes an expectant gaze on you.

You blink, momentarily taken aback. His question seems to revolve around Seyknü—on why you chose him. What does this have to do with Neteyam? Given what he did, this is what he was more concerned about? This wasn’t the kind conversation you had in mind, and it's not a topic you're inclined to discuss with him.

You pivot on your heel, declaring your intentions, "I'm going home."

"No," Neteyam's voice booms behind you as his hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from prying eyes. He leads you to a clearing and stops, releasing your wrist, his expression now serious. "I'm trying to talk to you!"

"I don't want you to! What I do is none of your business!" you shout, your voice tinged with frustration, your arms gesturing wildly. Your patience is wearing thin, and you're overwhelmed by a mountain of emotions.

You're starting to feel like you're the one losing your mind here, not him. And that's an issue because the problem here is undoubtedly Neteyam. "Why are you so insistent on meddling in my life? What difference would knowing make?”

“Because I still might have a chance” he shouts back, his voice laced with desperation. His chest heaves as he locks eyes with you, and you’re left utterly stunned by his words.

“What?…” Your voice wavers as you struggle to comprehend what he’s saying.

"I messed up, okay!? I was a skxawng—blind and… afraid." He trails off, the last word falling off his lips with hesitation before he gathers himself and continues, “But not anymore. I finally see what was in front of me all along." With each word, he takes a step closer, a sense of urgency in his eyes as he looks down at you, seeking your understanding.

With each step, you back away, shaking your head and raising a finger to mimic your disbelief. "No. You can't just… You're not saying what I'm thinking… are you?"

He nods, following you, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm not hooked on the wrong girl. The one I want is right here, right in front of me. I can't be afraid of letting her slip away too when I can do something about it right now."

A small gasp escapes your lips as your back meets a tree, leaving you trapped between it and him. Your wide eyes meet his, and your pulse races fast in sync with your thoughts. Since your confession, you never thought he would reciprocate your feelings.

The tables have turned. He's the one approaching you this time. In the past, you might have been thrilled by this new development, but now, knowing what you do, happiness isn't what you feel. Who did he really think he was?

"That's a shame," you say, swallowing subtly with a dry cough to clear your throat, averting your eyes as you attempt to seem uninterested. "You're a little too late. I'm over you." You lie through your teeth, hoping he believes it because you were struggling to believe them yourself. Deep down, you know that you won't ever truly get over him, but you need to try to move on.

He stops in his tracks, his face briefly contorting with hurt. His eyes flicker over your face, searching for any sign that you're lying. Then, as quickly as the hurt appeared, it vanishes, and he's inches away from you, his arms caging you in. "You're lying," he states firmly.

You firmly press your hands against his chest, your voice slightly quivering, "N-No, I'm not!" The tremble in your voice betrays the emotions coursing through you as you apply more pressure. It's been months since you've been this close, and the sudden proximity sends your senses into disarray, leaving you feeling utterly disoriented.

Yet, everything about him remains unchanged; from the musky scent you've grown so fond of, down to the comforting warmth that still emanates from him, a warmth you continue to crave even on these darkest of nights.

His breath gently fans across your face as he leans in closer, until your chests touch. "Then look at me when you say it," he murmurs huskily, his words carrying the weight of a shared secret between you both. His gaze lingers on you, and his features soften as he takes in the tension etched across your face. "Look at me."

It's not a trance. It really isn't. He no longer holds sway over your emotions or actions because your heart has found its place, firmly back in your chest and out of his hands. You've taken control of that all by yourself. Nevertheless, you can't help but respond to his command, your breath catching as your gaze locks onto his mustard-colored eyes, your heart quickening as you notice the unmistakable intensity in his dilated pupils.

Your lips are just centimeters apart, on the verge of touching, about to share a single breath. One part of your mind warns you that it might be a bad idea, while the other part insists that you miss him dearly, and a brief moment of connection wouldn't cause any harm; you can part ways afterward.

You bite down on your lip, fighting the urge, and murmur, “No…” Your eyes remain glued to his lips, torn between desire and caution. You can’t let this happen. Entangling yourself in his web of lies would be self-destructive. It took what felt like an eternity to heal from the figuratively scars he gave you.

"No?... You're not listening again," Neteyam grumbles, his accent growing heavier with each word. He lets go of the tree, cupping your face with his large, warm hands, urging you to lock eyes with him again. "Now, say it," he presses, a mix of frustration and longing in his gaze, searching for your response.

You part your lips, all set to utter the words as your focus returns, but an inexplicable lump forms in your throat, choking your voice.

He waits for just a moment, his mind already determined on what comes next, but he does so with a bated breath, hoping you won’t utter the words he dreads. It’s clear that you’re stronger than him, evident in how you’ve rebuilt yourself after your last encounter.

He'd go to any lengths to prevent that from happening. Getting over his previous love became more manageable after he sorts out his feelings, partly thanks to the distance and you. Yet, if he has to remain here, watching you move on right before his eyes, getting over you will be an agonizing process. He's prepared to do whatever it takes, even if it means begging, to avoid that.

Your silence stretches on, becoming almost unbearable, and Neteyam's patience finally gives way. He leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that's not as gentle as he'd like it to be. His kiss is passionate, a raw expression of all the intense emotions coursing through him, a desperate attempt to convey just how much he wants you, and only you.

You fight it at first, not wanting to give in but your lips mold so well into his and they feel so soft against your own that you cave. Instinctively you turn your head to deepen the kiss and he takes your submission as an okay to slide a hand down your back and tangle the other in your hair so you’re flush against him.

Ewya you missed him. Every part of him. Down to his braids that always wack you in the face to the mischievous glint in his eyes when he’s caving into Lo’ak antics. Is it even possible to miss someone this much when they’ve been so close to you this whole time?

You grunt when your back hits the tree again, with more force than before. It was enough to knock you back to your senses and your mumbling against Neteyam’s lips before pulling away and placing a steady hand on his chest to stop him from chasing yours.

“Kehe…” you huff firmly, trying to catch your breath. What was he doing? Trying to literally take your breath away? He was on the right track if he was. “I can’t be with you.”

He only hugs you tighter, cradling your head in the hand still in your hair, “Why not? I know you still want me. Don’t do this. I want you too… I need you.” he pleads, leaning in to kiss your cheek, then several times again, hoping to distract you from continuing this conversation when he can be showing you something better.

“I can’t stand you.” you blurt out, naming one reason why this can’t move on. It’s only a half lie. You can spend all your days staring at him, his beautiful patterned smooth skin and luminescence freckles that littered his body. He was art in its purest form. A rare shell you can only find at the bottom of the ocean in a dozen eclipse.

But you couldn’t stand him all the same. He played you, like a wind flute and he had no remorse when he tore you down. He can’t just show up when he had time to mule over his mistakes and comes to terms with his heart. As a warrior—no, a man—he should have had enough courage to tell you how he truly felt before you let yourself get in too deep.

He hums, showing he acknowledges your statement before mumbling, “I know…” as he trails from your cheek to your neck, licking a strip up your pulse, which he found easily due to your heart rate. He plants a kiss before attacking it, sucking hard enough to leave a bright, purple bruise.

Your body tense automatically at the strange sensation, your eyes squeezed shut as you bite your lip to stop the moan from leaving your lips. Your body may be tense, yet it arches off command to get closer to him.

If he knows, then why is he kissing you and handling you like you’re already his? It was embarrassing, leaving you feeling shame when it’s him who should after what he did and what’s he doing now.

“I hate you.” you continue, opening your eyes to peer up at the night sky, the stars shining brightly—it’ll be wonderful to relax under it but instead you were being ambushed by a persistent ex-someone.

He breathes out a chuckle, finding your words amusing as he continues to assault your neck with more marks of claim, “You don’t.” he replies matter of factly, shaking his head and causing his braids to tickle your shoulder. He jerks your head back enough for him to move on to the other side to apply the same treatment.

The tug causes you to whimper slightly, it is both pleasure and pain, but the pain wasn’t physical—at least not in that way. “Yes, I do.” you insist, thankful he’s holding you so securely as he does or you’ll surely collapse to the floor, wishing in that second that it’ll swallow you whole.

He pulls away just enough to look you in your eyes, his own a shade darker than normally, “You wouldn’t still be here if you did.”

His words cause you to freeze, eyes wide again at the realization that he was in fact correct. All you had to do was tell him no, tell him you really didn’t want this and walk away because even though he was a manipulator as recently discovered, he still held some honor. He had sisters, he wouldn’t take it that far if you didn’t want to.

Which brings you back to this moment, why can’t you seem to do just that?

"I understand," he whispers, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I know I need to work to earn your trust back." He presses his lips softly against your nose. "Consider this a promising start." He concludes with a gentle kiss on your lips, expressing his sincerity in a less intimidating manner.

He leaves you breathless once more, and you allow it, letting your emotional barriers crumble to expose the heart that still longs for him underneath. Your heart races in your chest, and you wonder if he can feel it against his own—if they beat in unison, if you affect him as profoundly as he affects you. Just this once, you wish for him to share your nervousness.

After a few minutes, he breaks away, his lips parting, both of you slightly out of breath. Though it might not have matched the intensity of your first kiss, you're secretly flattered by the thought that you have an effect on him, even if it's more subtle.

Before long, he returns his attention to your body, his lips finding the front of your neck, coaxing you to tilt your head back again. He showers you with kisses and gentle nibbles as he travels down to your collarbone. When he playfully nips at it, you can't help but emit a mixture of a whimper and a hiss, to which he responds with a low chuckle.

His hand, previously entangled in your hair, loosens its grip, and the one resting on your lower back joins it on your hips, softly caressing your skin as he continues his downward journey. Although the angle is slightly awkward, he doesn't seem to mind. His lips trail along the edge of your top. You observe his every move, a sense of anticipation growing within you as you wonder what he’s going to do next.

As if he's attuned to your thoughts, he lifts his gaze to meet your eyes just as his bottom lip brushes over your nipple from beneath the revealing top. The sensation makes you jump slightly, and your nipple responds by stiffening. You resist the urge to hide your face, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. It felt really good. It shouldn’t feel that good with him of all people.

His ears perk up, his interest piqued by your body's reaction. He repeats the action, gradually applying more pressure with each brush, making you squirm and proclaim that it's not enough. "Stop," you frown, "Quit teasing me. You have no right."

He apologizes with a kiss to the center of your chest. "I couldn't help it," he says, "Your reactions are adorable, they drive me crazy…." He trails off, running his hands up your back, fingers toying with your straps before loosening them and letting the top fall to the ground.

He pulls back slightly, gazing at you in a way you never thought he would. "You're so beautiful, yawne. How could I have been so blind? Forgive me, however long that takes."

You're completely lost for words. Despite all the different sides of Neteyam you remember from before you both went your separate ways, you can't recall a time when he was this gentle—even when you thought he was already at his gentlest with you.

It makes your stomach flutter with shimmyflies. If this is his way of trying to earn your forgiveness, you won't be able to remain headstrong for long. It won't be long before you're putty in his hands once again.

"I refuse to listen," you stammer out, closing your eyes to avoid looking at him. Your body may have yielded to him, but you won't entertain his lies. You don't have to pretend there's something more. Right now, you only need one thing from him, and it doesn't involve much talking.

"That's fair," he mutters, "I deserve that." Leaning forward, he playfully sticks his tongue out to gently lick your right nipple. "I won't talk anymore, I’ll show you…" he concludes before wrapping his mouth around it and giving a fervent suck. His action elicits a shuddering exhale from you as you arch your chest forward and weave your fingers through his braids, pulling him closer.

A deep groan reverberates from his chest as you secure his hair firmly, keeping him in place. He proceeds to suck, lick, and nibble, to the point where drool starts forming at the corner of his mouth. His breathing becomes ragged, his hold on you tighter and you can only imagine the tightness in his tewng.

It doesn’t take much for you to imagine the wetness forming in yours. You can feel it, moistening the fabric right at the center. With each passing second, it grows even wetter as he continues to suck, teasing your nipples until they border on a pleasurable ache. Soon enough, he switches to the other side, repeating the tantalizing treatment; one of his hands slithers up your body to keep your other company.

With a gentle pop, he pulls away, lightly pecking your puffy nipple before gazing up at you from beneath his thick lashes. Neteyam seems like he wants to say something, as evident in the way his jaw slackens, but he quickly closes it, perhaps recalling his earlier words. Instead, he averts his eyes, focusing once more on your breast before trailing down your body, mirroring his descent as he settles on his knees to align with your navel.

His hands find your hips, but they don’t stay there long when one confirmation curt nod from you has him untying your tewng, joining your top on the ground. You shiver slightly, attempting to squeeze your legs shut as the cold air hits your glistened lips.. Neteyam doesn’t allow you to succeed, choosing to grab your inner knees and keep them open.

There’s this primal, cloudy look in his gold optics as he stares at you for a moment too long before he leans in to give a long, drawn out lick from your hole to your clit. Your breath hitch when the pressure on your clit was oddly aggressive and moan as that one lap turns into many messier laps.

As he presses firmly against your lips, any concern about his ability to breathe fades when his tongue delves into your trembling heat. The rhythmic brush of his nose against your clit dispels any lingering worries. His groans intensify with each movement of your hips against his face, his gaze alternating between your expressions and the mesmerizing sway of your breasts.

He could spend hours savoring the taste of you, never growing tired. Your intoxicating scent sends him into a frenzy, he’s humping the air as thoughts of you consume his mind. He was suffocating, yes, but in the best way.

Neteyam’s hand skillfully guides your leg over his shoulder,, the new angle making it easier to fuck his face as his tongue reaches deeper. Your hips move almost instinctively, driven by the mounting tension in your stomach; you're close and Neteyam knows it or he wouldn’t be guiding your movements to go faster, mouth open as he eagerly awaits to taste every drop you offer, his tail thrashing behind him in anticipation.

Moments later, sensing your need for an extra push towards the edge, he plunges two thick fingers into you down to the knuckle with a curl that has you throwing your head back and creaming all over them.

It required every ounce of restraint to prevent his name from slipping out amidst the sinful moans escaping your lips. Despite experiencing the most amazing head you’ve had, you cling to the last shreds of your sanity, refusing to reveal his name.

Your breath catches, your fingers tightening in his hair as the overwhelming sensation of him slurping your juices clean threatens to overstimulate you. Despite your attempt to pull away, Neteyam remains steadfast, only relenting once he’s finished. As he withdraws, he licks his lips and rests his head on your thigh, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"I hope that was as enjoyable for you as it was for me," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin as he steals a glance at you, his ears perked. "It was hard to stop; you taste like something forbidden."

"You're speaking again..." you grumble, your stomach twisting uncomfortably at his words. "What did I say?"

Neteyam chuckles, rising to his full height and pressing his chest against yours. Your leg, previously draped over his shoulder, now finds a resting place at his hip. “I was thinking about that while I was…” He pauses, lip curling as he observes the flushed pout on your face. “And I realized that whether you listen or not, talking is better than silence. Although there wasn’t much silence from you just moments ago.”

You hiss, anger and embarrassment mingling as you bare your teeth, your ears pressing flat against your head, “Is this a joke to you?!” Were you, even now after what you’ve done together, a joke to him?, you want to ask, but the potential answer makes you hesitate.

“Have you truly not been listening?” he responds with a question of his own, his tone earnest. “I’m here with you, finally… showing you how I feel, expressing all this because I need you.” He tilts his head, his eyebrows furrowing as he locks eyes with you. “Only you,” he adds with unwavering conviction.

Damn it.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!

Don’t you crave, (Name). Don’t you fucking dare. Remember the pain, the hurt, the tears, and the loneliness he put you through. How you weren’t even his first choice, how some good head wasn’t equivalent to love.

You swallow thickly, your voice catching in your throat. "What does that mean, Neteyam..?"

You’re stronger than this.

Without hesitation, he responds, "I see you... hey..." gently guiding you to meet his gaze when you attempt to turn away. "I see you, always have, always will. What do humans say? 'Till death do us part'?"

Damn it.

You burst into laughter, a deep, genuine sound that reverberates through the air, and playfully smack his shoulder at his amusing choice of words. "Enough," you protest with a breathy whine, feeling the heat rising from your neck to your cheeks. "Humans have such strange ways with words."

Neteyam nods, acknowledging your point. “You’re right. Death wouldn’t stop me. My love for you will endure even beyond death,” he affirms, sealing his words with gentle kisses to your lips. “Please, tell me you feel the same,” he requests softly, pulling back to search your eyes. “I need to hear it from you.”

Gazing at his lips, you contemplate whether to voice your feelings or not—though, in truth, you already have. But saying it again, what if this was just a dream and it would end like your first confession? After a moment, you meet his gaze squarely, "I still feel the same. My feelings never left," you affirm softly.

His shoulders relax as he exhales deeply, his eyes softening and smile becoming more relaxed as he firmly grasps your other leg, prompting you to wrap your legs around his hips. He presses you back against the tree, his pelvis pressing against your bare pussy, you can feel just how hard he is during this whole confession, "You have no idea how happy that makes me," he confesses, pulling you even closer.

"Hm..." You playfully arch an eyebrow. "Judging by your tweng , I'd say very happy... perhaps we can make each other even happier."

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irayoeywa · 1 year

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the name game ✧

part three.

neteyam sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

warnings/notes - injuries mentioned, lowercase intended, i do not own any of the gifs, divider creds to shifterium.

< part two part four >

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lo’ak sully was always getting himself into trouble. which was no surprise since it was basically his specialty. it would draw concern if he wasn’t getting into trouble. and every time lo’ak got himself into a sticky situation, neteyam was there to save him. even if it got him hurt.

this time was no different than the last. neteyam was walking around with a fresh new set of cuts and bruises while lo’ak was unscathed. it may annoy neteyam that his brother continuously puts him in these situations but he would save him again in a heartbeat without hesitation.

mo’at and kiri had sent the boys into the forest to gather more plants and herbs because they needed to restock their supplies.

as soon as they touched down in the forest, lo’ak and spider jumped off lo’aks ikran and started running around without a care in the world. neteyam on the other hand, dismounted his banshee in irritation as he grabbed his basket that he would need to collect the plants. he yelled after lo’ak who didn’t even bother taking his basket.

spider grabbed his before they ran off but lo'ak didn't. it was as if he was making things harder for neteyam on purpose. neteyam took lo’aks basket as well as his own and started trudging through the forest by his lonesome. he did yell out his brothers name every now and again just to see if they were close by but didn’t receive an answer.

“lo’ak!” he shouted once more and was surprised when he got an answer back but not from his brother.

“if i didn’t know any better, i would think they were running away from you.”

neteyam started walking towards the voice, before ending up at the lake he where he first met you. and there you were, sitting cross legged in front of the lake, making an anklet.

a couple minutes ago, you saw two figures running in the distance. you could tell it was lo'ak and spider because there was only one human you knew that that ran around pandora with traditional na'vi clothing and blue stripes painted on their skin.

so you instantly knew it was neteyam when you heard a familiar voice yell out lo'aks name. when the boy got closer, you didn't look up from what you were doing.

"hi." was all neteyam said as he squatted down next to you. you finally looked up so you could properly greet him but gasped at the sight of cuts and bruises that littered his face, arms, and chest.

you dropped the unfinished anklet in your lap as you cupped neteyam's face in your hands, "oh my eywa. what happened to you?"

the boy in front of you didn't answer nor was he looking at you.

"neteyam." you spoke sternly and your grip on his face tightened, not enough to hurt but enough for him to know you were serious. his eyes finally met your amber ones and he was slightly taken aback at the amount of concern within them. you truly cared for his well-being and he could sense that.

"lo'ak got himself into trouble and i helped him.. but i am fine." neteyam answered, looking away again.

you frowned, "are you sure?"

"yes. i am sure." he smiled weakly.

"so why are you out here instead of resting?" you asked, looking at the two baskets on the ground next to him.

"my grandmother sent us to gather more plants and herbs for her and kiri." he answered.

"ah, and now you can't find your brother and his human friend."

"precisely."

"well, you have me. i can help you."

neteyam shook his head, "no i could not ask that of you. besides, you're already busy."

"well it's good that you didn't ask. and i can finish this later." you said, gathering your supplies and putting them back in the small pouch you had brought with you since the piece of jewelry you were making was small as well.

you stood to your full height and bent down to pick up one of the baskets. you looked at neteyam before walking away. he was quick to his feet and followed behind you.

luckily, your siblings were prone to getting hurt so you had an eye for the specific plants and herbs that were good for healing. the two of you walked alongside one another, gathering things that the tsahík would need.

neteyam had spotted a plant and bent down to cut it as you stood behind him. you watched his back muscles flex as he went to work. you realized that he had bruises and small cuts on his back as well. you frowned just looking at them.

"neteyam." you spoke as he cut some plants from the ground before putting it in his basket. he hummed so that gave you confirmation to continue speaking.

"i understand lo'ak is your brother and it's your job to look after him but maybe you should let him handle problems on his own sometimes." you spoke softly, hoping that you wouldn't strike a nerve.

neteyam's crouched form tensed for a moment before he sighed, continuing to cut the rest of the cluster of plants on the ground.

"is he even bruised up?"

neteyam didn't answer once again and that gave you your answer. you sighed, "i just think it is unfair."

neteyam finally put the plants into his basket and the leftover in yours. he stood to face you.

"my parents put me in charge of lo'ak so he is my responsibility." neteyam spoke.

"i understand that and i respect it but i just think it is unfair that you have to bear that responsibility. you shouldn't have to keep getting hurt because he can be reckless. and you have your own life and keeping an eye on him is exhausting i'm sure." you said.

you were right. neteyam was exhausted. continuously getting himself hurt because of lo'aks careless actions. and whenever something happens his parents always looked at him to say 'where were you?'. trying to watch his younger brother like a hawk was exhausting and so was his trips to his grandmother's tent every other day.

"i do not have a choice. you don't get it." neteyam breathed out, looking into your eyes. once again, he saw that yours was filled with nothing but concern.

"you're right. i do not and i'm sorry for prying." you tried to apologize.

neteyam shook his head, “no it’s fine. you care for my well-being and i appreciate that so much but we can't really change my situation."

you nodded and silence waved over the two of you. neteyam finally broke eye contact to put his knife back in its holder. your attention then averted to the baskets that were full with plants and herbs.

"do you think this is enough?" you asked.

he nodded, "it should be if spider actually collected things too."

you picked up your basket and walked back to his ikran with him. he attached one basket to his ikran and the other to lo'aks. once he was done he turned to you.

"thank you, again."

you shrugged, "what are friends for."

"we should hang out again. when are you free?" neteyam asks.

"i'm always free neteyam."

"how does two days from now sound?"

"sounds great."

you both smiled at one another. then, your ears twitched at the sound of teenage laughter getting closer. it had to be lo'ak and spider.

"i will see you in two days. and please rest until then." you said and started walking away.

you yelled the second letter to your first name as you were finally out of sight. almost immediately, lo'ak and spider came into view so neteyam didn't even have time to process the letter you just gave him.

"bro where were you?" lo'ak laughed, finally reaching his older brother. neteyam shook out of his thinking state and turned to his brother with an irritated look on his face,

"where was i? where were you? you didn't even take your basket."

"i figured we could just use spiders. we didn't need to take both." lo'ak said, mounting his ikran with spider. neteyam rolled his eyes and got on his own banshee. they took off and went back to high camp. eclipse was approaching shortly and they needed to be back before then.

once they made it back, they took all the supplies straight to mo'ats tent and neteyam stayed to help her organize it and put it away in their rightful places.

when he made it back to his family's marui, he finally had time to think about the letter you had given him today. he put together the only 2 letters he had and tried to think of names he knew existed within the clan but he was stuck. needing help, he went to his father.

"dad?" neteyam spoke up to his father who was crouched down, fixing his gun that was placed on the rock in front of him. jake paused, looking at his eldest son.

"yeah son?"

"i had a question and thought maybe you could help me."

"what is it?" jake asked.

"do you happen to know anyone in this clan who's my age and their name starts with __?"

jake furrowed his eyebrows. he definitely wasn't expecting that type of question to leave his son's mouth. but nonetheless, he started thinking anyway. since he is olo'eyktan it was his job to know everyone.

it took about a minute before jake gave neteyam a name. neteyam smiled, assuming that jake just cracked the code for him.

"thank you sir."

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yunaloona · 1 year

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“Why can’t we just love each other?” Ch.1

Human!bully!Aonung x Reader (Highschool AU)

Warnings: none!

Today was your first day of Highschool. You had just recently moved to a new house, in a new state, meaning that it was a whole new world with many different people you were very determined to meet…. or maybe not

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Summer was already over, it felt so short due to the move and unpacking. You wake up dreading having to get ready for school, but you made sure to wake up just a little earlier than usual. It was a new environment, with people who have been friends since middle school, so you had to make a good first impression.

After finishing getting ready, you lazily go to the fridge to see if there’s anything you can take to school so you won’t starve there. Luckily for you, your mother just bought new groceries the other day.

{Thank goodness! Finally some good food I can eat, I’ve been living off of crackers and leftovers for the past weeks} you thought to yourself.

You soon leave the house on you way to school. Getting more and more anxious as the time goes on, you finally make it to your stop and walk up to the doors

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Entering in the building you pull out your phone checking your email, noting that you need to go to the front office first to get your schedule. As you go in you see a girl there with pretty curly hair, she looked super nice, and seemed to be waiting for something.

Going up to the desk you give your name to the lady that’s there.

“Hello! I’m Y/N L/N, I’m here for my schedule” you said to the lady, noting how the girl perked up hearing your name.

“Ah yes, Y/N this is Tsireya, she will be your guide for the day to help you get to you classes.”

“Hi! Welcome to our school, I hope you enjoy it here. Now let’s take a look at your schedule and you can follow me” she said enthusiastically

{Wow she’s super perky at 7 in the morning… she’s so cute!!} you happily showed your schedule and followed her, hoping to have made a friend.

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First period wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be, you ended up meeting a girl named kiri and it seemed that you both just clicked! She invited you to sit at lunch with her and Tsireya.

Things were going good.

~time skip to lunch~

When you entered the lunch room, you looked around seeing Kiri and Tsireya waving you over. You smiled and once you got there you sat and they immediately started conversation.

“You know kiri is pretty new too! She joined the school near the end of last year”

kiri nodded in agreement, face full of the school food

“Oh really! Twins!...kinda”

You three laugh and talk enjoying your time with each other, until someone walks up to you and they both give each other knowing looks frowning a bit.

“Hello sister, I see you’re still hanging out with the freak hm? And who is this, another one of your weird friends?”

“Aonung don’t.” Tsireya said sternly and Kiri rolling her eyes at him.

You turn around to get a good look at the boy who was calling you a weirdo. Though when you did, you both froze for a second, he was just staring at you and you looked at him awkwardly chewing on whatever food kiri let you eat off her plate.

Swallowing the food you spoke up. “Freak? Please.. let’s not start projecting now…” you can hear chuckles in the back from your friends

One of Aonung’s little cronies started to speak up; going to insult you back, but Aonung just raised his and and clicked his tongue walking away, his little friend group following behind.

You were a little taken aback that he didn’t say anything back, but just shrugged you shoulders turning back to your friends.

“Dang what’s his problem? He called you sister, are you two related?” Tsireya looks a bit down embarrassed by her brother’s actions towards her new friend.

“Yes that is my brother Aonung… he is a bit.. rough around the edges, but if you get to know him he can be very protective and gentle,, sometimes” Kiri laughed at her comment and spoke up “Yeah definitely a little less than sometimes, but now it’s more like teasing instead of actual rudeness haha. You should’ve been here when I first came, this is definitely docile behavior for him.”

You were glad that he wasn’t actually some big mean guy you had to actually worry about messing up your year…

Which is what you thought

But you were so wrong.

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#aonung #avatar #avatar x reader #aonung x y/n #x y/n #avatar the way of water #avatar tsireya #avatar kiri #avatar ao'nung #ao’nung #ao’nung x reader #human!au #high school au #human reader #human character #jake sully #neyetam #atwow loak

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neptunes-curse · 1 year

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Neteyam fic where the reader is from another clan (not omaticaya or metkayina) seeking refuge with the metkayina and they start to crush on each other and confess or something. The end can be up to you❣️

Secret Feelings

You were finding it hard to settle into the Metkayina Clan, but when some more newcomers came in seek of refuge you found it a little easier.

pairings: fem!reader x neteyam

warnings: brief mentions of fire and death

authors note: every couple business days i decide i want to start writing again and today is one of them. thank you so much for the request! it does so much for my writers block and motivation.

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Leaving your clan in the forest was terrible. You can still remember it all so clearly. The sky people coming in and taking everything over, destroying your home and all the people in it. You watched as the evil sky people came in with their helicopters and planes. They burned down every thing that you used to call home. You couldn’t bear to watch it anymore, so, you hopped on your ikran and flew. You didn’t know how long you flew for, or how far.

You were numb, leaving everything you had ever known. Your family, your friends, everything taken from you by the cruel humans. They couldn’t take care of their home, so they were coming to yours and ruining it aswell. You flew for many days and nights before stumbling upon the Metkayina clan finally. You slowly landed your ikran on the rocks as some native Na’vi approached you.

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That was around two months ago, and now you had settled into Metkayina life slowly but surely. You were living with one of the kind families in the village. You had even made some friends. Tsireya, Aonung, and Rotxo had become your acquaintances, not without some teasing at first, though. They made fun of your skinny tail and arms and also your dark blue complexion. You had kept reminding them that you were from a different area then them, but Aonung and Rotxo were not having it. You felt kindove like an outsider, but that was until the family of Toruk Makto came to find refuge with the Metkayina aswell.

You decided to meet the family, as they were from a similar area to you and they could probably relate to your experiences. You helped them learn everything they needed to know, from riding the ilus to breathing longer underwater. You started spending more and more time with the Sully family, you felt comfort with them. Especially the eldest son, Neyetam.

He was protective over his siblings, something that made him stand out to you. He was kind and gentle, but also brave. It was no wonder you found yourself developing a crush on him. The two of you would go in walks on the beach, and talk about anything that crossed your minds. From heaveir topics to more trivial things, you agreed on almost every topic you discussed. He was funny, too. He made you laugh and smile. Something you hadn’t been able to do in a long time since leaving your clan.

One specific time, you and Neyetam came back from the beach and met Lo’ak and Kiri next to the pods. They were laughing about something, but you couldn’t tell what. “Hey guys, what’s so funny?” Neteyam questioned when you reached the pair. “Oh, nothing just talking about how in looooooove you are with y/n.” Lo’ak responded to Neteyam in a sarcastic tone. You immediately looked down, your skin flushing a light color. Neteyam saw your face, and he couldn’t help blushing aswell. Kiri was stifling her giggles, but you could tell she thought it was hilarious. “Stop it, you two. We’re just-“ You stopped in the middle of your words to glance at Neteyam. “Just friends. Nothing else.” You wished you could tell the truth and tell Neteyam you liked him. But he was too good of a friend to lose.

Lo’ak rolled his eyes and stood up, not believing any of it. “Tell me when you two finally get together.” Kiri followed, and she gave you a apologetic look as she walked away. “I’m sorry about them.” Neteyam said while still looking down. You lightly touched your hand to his jaw to get him to look at you. “It’s okay, ‘Teyam. I know they mean well.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. God, he had a beautiful smile. If only you could tell him that.

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Another three weeks passed, and you felt your love for Neteyam grow. You found beauty in everything he did, from the way he walked to the way he talked. If only you knew he felt the same way towards you. One day, you were out late harvesting fruit for the clan when you felt two large hands cover his eyes. You gasped loudly and began to scramble, not knowing who the hands belonged to. “Hey, It’s only me.” You relaxed when you heard Neteyam’s voice. His hands traveled to your waist and he turned you around so you were facing him. You immediately sucked in a breathe, shocked by the presence of his cold hands on your skin.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled. You smiled, shaking your head. “I wasn’t scared, just shocked.” Your bodies were still painfully close. I’d not for the fruit basket leaning on your hip, you could probably touch fully. Oh how you wished that stupid fruit basket wasn’t there. Neither of you said anything, and you listened to his breathes. Deep and sudden. You swear you could hear his heartbeat, too. “Can I ask you something, y/n?” He suddenly asked. You nodded, curious as to what he was going to say.

“When my siblings were teasing us, did you mean that? That we were just friends?” Nothing could have prepared you for that. You wanted to answer truthfully, but your brain knew to protect itself. What if he rejected you? It would never be the same that way. But you were never one to trust your brain.

“No…no, I didn’t mean it.” You looked down shyly. You were terrified for his reaction. This could all be over in a minute. Or, he could say he likes you too. But that’s unlikely, right? You shut your eyes nervously waiting for him to say something. “Good. Because I think I like you Y/n. A lot.” You found the confidence to look up at him and smile. “Well I like you a lot to, ‘Teyam” The secret was out. And he liked you too. You were overjoyed, you were smiling so big you thought your body was glowing.

He used his finger to lift you face up slowly. His eyes were darting between your lips and back to your eyes. You were frozen in place, staring at him. At his eyes. His hair. The little freckles that dotted his face. Everything about him was beautiful. He was beautiful. And just like that, he closed the gap between the two of you. The kiss was light, delicate, and everything you expected it to be.

#fanfic #neyetam #avatar: the way of water #avatar #lo’ak sully #lo’ak #kiri sully #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n #tsireya #metkayina #neytiri #jake sully #kiri #neteyam blurb #neteyam fic

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the-atlas-sister · 9 months

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Why are all the fics under Lo’ak x reader tags about threesomes with his brother?

I want some nice fluffy fics with this stubborn boy and I don’t have the skill or creativity to write them myself.

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karmaisakhaleesi · 1 year

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💫Astronomy Chap. 3 Neteyam Sully x human!fem!reader 💫

Masterlist~

Prev. Chap.~

word count~ 2.5k+

warnings~ violence, blood, death mentioned, language, kind of ooc, lmk if i missed any!

i did change up the pov style here a little bit when it's not the reader pov, i hope it doesn't throw anyone off!

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We've seen everything from Saturn to Mars...

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"She has been poisoned by a Txumre'," Mo'at paused as she surveyed the girl, and realized that her oxygen max was missing, "She is missing her mask, yet is still breathing."

Neteyam's ears perked up at hearing this, then his eyes landed on your small frame, noticing the lack of an oxygen mask he felt his heart drop, how could he not have noticed? He reached out to grasp your hand, but his grandmother swatted it away.

"It is unusual, but she lives, now I must prepare the antidote, leave us."

Neteyam begrudgingly left and sat down on a log next to a stream, wondering why you had gone off on your own.

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The sound of crashing waves woke you, and your eyes fluttered open. Your head turned to see your mother sitting next to you. The sand scrapes against your skin as you sit up, shielding your eyes from the sun.

She taps your shoulder and stands, stretching her arms as she pushes back her sunglasses, a laugh reverberating through your ears as she pulls you up.

You smile as you walk along the shore, the waves licking at your feet, the sand warm, hand in hand with her. If only it could be like this back home, you muse when you hear someone calling your name, pulling you from your dream.

Your face scrunches as your eyes slowly blink open, attempting to focus on the blurry face in front of you. You reach up to rub your temple, but wince in pain, and then gasp. "M-my mask, where's my oxygen-" you stutter as you're cut off by a pair of arms gently wrapping your torso then hands moving to inspect your bandaging.

You frown when a stern voice breaks the silence, one you recognize, "Are you okay?"

You glance over to see Jake, his face twisted in confusion, as Norm rushes over with an oxygen mask grasped so tightly his knuckles whiten, and a gasp leaves his throat when he sees you.

Neteyam leans back as Norm sits down next to you, "Are you alright?' he asks softly his hand tightly grasping yours still.

You feel a blush creeping up your face as you nod slowly and turn to Norm.

"How is this possible?" you ask as he checks your pulse, your hands still gripping the mask tightly.

"That's what I want to know too," Jake says crossing his arms over his chest as Neytiri walks over, looking your body over. She seems skeptical as Norm stands his hands in his hair.

"We need to get back to the lab and put the oxygen mask back on, just for now," he pauses sighing deeply, "There are so many tests I'll need to run, you've never even been on Pandora before right?" he asks hands falling to his side.

You shake your head no and wince as you try to stand, but Neteyam gently pushes you back, "You should rest some more, you don't want your wounds to open up again," he says his eyes scanning your bandaging once more, and you tighten your grip on his hand, "Thank you, for, looking for me," you look away as you hear Jake heatedly whispering to Norm and Neytiri.

A small blush covers his cheeks as he murmurs "You're welcome," and something else in Na'vi you don't catch.

"So, we'll wait until morning, and then transport you back to the lab, okay?" Norm says as he sits down on a log his hands shaking as he starts to speak into a communicator.

"That's fine with me if it's okay with everyone else here?" you say as you brush back your hair, beads of sweat dripping down your face.

Jake hums in agreement and Neytiri drags him away, her voice fades away as they leave, leaving you alone with Neteyam. You glance down at your hands and he quickly lets go, "S-sorry," he mumbles his head turning away, "I was worried..." he trails off, and you can see his face deepen, blush to cover it.

"It's fine, I was kind of worried too. I thought I was dead there, I dreamed of home," you smile thinking of the waves crashing in your ears, and handing your mother a sand dollar, her nose wrinkling as she smiled and ran her hand through your hair, bringing you into a hug her lips on your temple.

"Home?" he asks, his curiosity spiking.

Neteyam knew you were from Earth, of course, you had told so many stories of your time there, but he still couldn't quite picture the distant planet that both you and his father had come from.

Your smile widens, "Yeah, but I guess I could call here my new home," you sigh, thoughts of your mother swirling around your brain, and your smile disappears.

You wonder how she is if they've given her the treatment yet, if she's even still-

Neteyam recognizes the dark look of despair on your face and gently pushes your hair out of your face, you glance up at him, brows quirked in confusion as his hand pushes away a tear.

You almost laugh, you hadn't noticed you were crying.

"What's on your mind, sky girl," he says as you start to re-braid your hair, fingers pulling the leaves and twigs out.

Blushing at the nickname, you playfully push his shoulder as he helps you to stand, making you lose your balance. You feel your feet fall out from under you and gasp as your feel warm arms wrap around your waist, holding you up.

"Don't go trying to injure yourself again," he says as you straighten yourself up and hobble with him inside.

Neytiri sits by the fire her eyes never once leaving your frame, Kiri sits next to her a gasp leaving her throat when she sees the lack of an oxygen mask covering your face, revealing your piercing eyes.

Neteyam helps you to sit down on a pile of furs and takes a seat next to his mother, her eyes full of suspicion. You glance away when Kiri sits down next to you grasping your arm, "What happened?" she asks softly her eyes trailing down the banding on your waist, and then up to your face.

"You're injured!" she nearly shouts, but then covers her mouth. "And your oxygen," she trails off as she meets your eyes.

You sigh, exhausted, "It's a long story, I was being stupid and I ran off after Spider. And nearly got myself killed. Oh, and I can breathe here somehow, don't know how that works but, I guess I'll find out sometime."

She lets go of your arm and her brows twist in confusion, you could breathe the air here? But you were human, there was no way, well unless... She shook her head, "I'm glad you didn't die, you should rest, here," she wraps one of the furs around you and you lay back thanking her as your eyes close and you drift off, the fire warming you as Jake enters.

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Jake paces around the fire as Neytiri places a blanket on top of Kiri, her nose twitching in her sleep. She turns to him and crosses her arms, "She cannot stay here," she gestures to you her eyes narrowing.

Jake sighs as he looks over at you, your breathing even, eyes closed, in a deep sleep.

"I don't know what's going on with her, but she'll be gone tomorrow. Norm has to run some tests. I just hope it's nothing," he pauses looking for the right word before deciding not to continue.

He quickly sits down next to her and gives her a quick kiss, his arm wrapping around her shoulder. It was already strange that this girl, claiming to be Grace's niece had shown up on Pandora out of nowhere, but there was undeniable proof she was related to Grace. But that didn't make Jake any less suspicious of her.

For all he knew, she could be some sort of spy, intent on gathering intel on him and his family, hell the entire Omatikaya clan and their whereabouts. He laid back next to Neytiri as the thoughts of this girl being a danger swirled around his mind.

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A hand gently shook you awake as your eyes opened. Neteyam's somber face greeted you as you sat up, eyes glancing around to see Jake standing in the entrance his arms crossed.

Neteyam helped you and out to the helicopter, his arm reluctantly leaving your waist as Norm helped you into your seat, fastening the seatbelt so tight you winced. It was digging into your wound, you'd have to let him know to change the bandages when you got back.

You glanced back to see Neteyam waving goodbye as Norm hopped onto the helicopter, his voice drowned out by the blades of the chopper.

You waved back to Neteyam and gave him a small smile, mouthing out that you would be more careful next time. He smiled back, and you noticed that his eyes were still full of worry as the chopper took off.

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Your heartbeat raced as you lay down on the cot, a prick of syringe making you wince, your eyes shut involuntarily. Norm had assured you there would only be a couple of tests he could run after you returned. Just drawing some blood and taking a biopsy. But apparently, the results were so inconclusive, they needed to run just a few more tests.

"Are you done yet? I'm pretty sure I won't be able to use my arm tomorrow from the number of times you've jabbed that needle in it," you say glancing at the now purple area of your arm.

Or at least it should have been purple, instead, it was the same as always, with no color change at all. Normally, well back on Earth at least your skin would bruise easily, but here it seemed just fine. Even the red dot where the needle had been was completely gone, not just scabbed over, gone.

"I know, but your DNA is just, I've never seen anything like it. From the last biopsy of course," he added as he screwed the top of a test tube of blood closed.

You frowned, "What's it like? My DNA," you whisper the last part.

His face is puzzled as he looks at the tube, "It was definitely mixed with something, I just don't know what," he pauses as Max rushes into the lab, his face tinged grey, eyes giving you an uneasy glance.

"We need to talk, outside," he says leaving you alone as Norm follows.

You glance down at your hand and wonder how things are back on Earth, and what you'll tell General Ardmore in your next report when Norm rushes back into the room frantic as he grabs your hand.

"There's something you need to see," he says as he helps you into the hallway, your nonslip socks dragging on the ground.

You feel your heart stop when you see the results on the computer screen and feel an anxiety attack coming on as it becomes harder to breathe.

"It should be impossible, but," Max pauses gesturing to the screen, "here it is you're-"

"No, th-there's no way," you stutter collapsing into a nearby chair, hands ripping into your hair.

"There's no mistaking it," Norm says as he sympathetically places a hand on your shoulder, "Your DNA is somehow mixed with Na'vi, "you hear the last part of his sentence, but the ringing of your ears takes over as your vision goes black.

➳

Neteyam watches as his Father slides off his Ikran, pushing his hair to the side. His hands shake as he approaches, nervously asking, "Will she be alright?"

His Father sighs and gives him a nod. What a relief, he thought. Even though he had only known you for a week, he had grown strangely attached to you. He could feel his heart flutter, and his face heat up whenever your hand brushed his, or when your eyes met unexpectedly. It was strange, he of course felt a sense of protectiveness for his siblings, and you, but his feelings for you were, different.

His Father cleared his throat interrupting his thoughts, his mouth opening and closing trying to find the right words, "I need you to stay away from the Augustine girl," he said his tone devoid of emotion as he turned to leave adding, "She could be dangerous."

Neteyam looked on as his Father went inside, a look of confusion spreading on his face. Dangerous? Sure, he had only known you for a week, but you were harmless! You couldn't hurt a thing even if you tried. And after what happened he certainly wouldn't be staying away from you anytime soon. What if you decided to run off into the forest alone again, and he didn't find you this time? He huffed as he followed Kiri inside taking a seat next to the fire, filled with determination.

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Jake stared absentmindedly into the fire as Neytiri sat down beside him, "What news do you bring of the girl?" she asks grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together as his eyes met hers.

"It's complicated," he said glancing at the kids who were all seemingly sound asleep covered in their furs, "But, the gist of it is, the girl, she's some part of Na'vi. It's why she can breathe the air, and presumably why she didn't die that night like she should have."

Neytiri gripped his hand tighter as her other hand held his face gently, "So, she is a threat," she whispered.

"We don't know that yet," he retorted as he grabbed the hand cupping his cheek, "But, she has the potential to be one. I mean, she came from Earth a week ago, she's Grace's niece, and now she's part Na'vi? It just doesn't add up," he pauses laying down beside her, "I told Norm to keep an eye on her, and I told the kids to stay away, for the time being."

She nods and rests her head on his chest, "Good," she whispers as his eyes close.

➳

Your eyes crinkle as you feel a cool breeze run down your skin. You glance at the clock, it reads 7:09 AM. And then you notice the open door, you slowly rise and close it to get dressed, careful to stretch too much so your wound doesn't reopen. You brace yourself for a flash of pain when you bend down to pull up your jeans, but you feel, nothing.

A sharp knock jolts you and you open the door to see Norm standing in the hall. He gasps when he sees you, his hands dropping the tray he was holding, a red apple bouncing across the floor towards you. You catch it with ease holding it in your hands.

"Are you alright?" you ask as he stutters.

"Y-your eyes," he points to your eyes and your finger raises up to touch below them.

"What about my eyes?" you ask as you turn to the mirror in the small cramped bathroom next to you, and when finally see them, you almost choke on your saliva.

Your once clear eyes, are now a bold and dark yellow with gold flecks. Your fingers hover over them as you turn to Norm, panic rising, your heart racing as you whisper, "What the hell's going on?!?"

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well, that twist came out of nowhere!

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Myself :

Hi there 👋🏼 I'm vaishnavi, I'm from India.

You can call me Vaishu, Vi or V.

I'm a libra ⚖️🔸INTP-A🔸19

She/ her, I'm a bisexual 🏳️‍🌈 (more like bimyself 😭)

I'm currently in medical College but very addicted to these blue aliens so i had to make my contribution to this fandom 😩🫶🏼

I'm absolutely infatuated by Jake from avatar 2009, he drives me absolutely crazy till now 😮‍💨👏🏼

English is not my first language y'all so bare with me, I'm somewhat fluent so i try my best 🫠

Likes :

General : I love the colour green 🍏, as you can see, I like writing book reviews 📗I love horror movies 🎥

Characters : Loki Laufeyson, Azriel (acotar), Leonard Hofstadter, Monica Geller, Ginny Weasley, Genya saffin, Nina zenik, wylan van ek, Danika, Jake sully, Neteyam , Neytiri, tuk, Grace, Trudy etc.

Authors : Sarah J Maas, Marissa Meyer, Ana Huang, Tahereh Mafi, Sabaa Tahir.

Books : Acotar series, Crecent city, Ember in the ashes, shatter me , cat and mouse duet, Harry Potter, Empire of storms, sharp objects etc.

Movies : conjuring (all parts), Incantation, 8th night, evil dead rise, evil dead (everything), infinity war. Avatar 1&2, Thor , home alone, Insidious (all parts) etc.

Shows : Friends, Big Bang Theory, The Modern Family, Archive 81, shadow and bone, Locke and Key, cabinet of curiosities , manifest, 1899 , saas Bahu aur flamingo (Hindi), squid game etc.

Tropes : Enemies to lovers, one bed trope, Nightmare trope, "who did this to you?", Friends to enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies (i love it idk why), age gap, arrange marriage, slow burn, marriage of convenience etc.

Genres : high fantasy, mystery, thriller, drama, horror, mythologies, sci-fi.

Dislikes :

General : I don't like being called more than 3 times by the same person 🗣️, I hate strawberry Icecream and flavour🧃🫣

Characters : Umbridge, tamlin, Rachel, falcon , captain America (don't come at me 😭) Parker (avatar), amaratha, etc.

Authors : J.K Rowling, Colleen hover, Shakespeare, stephenie meyer, holly black.

Books : It ends with us, cruel prince, to kill a kingdom, tower of dawn, etc

Moives : goblet of fire, etc

Shows : she hulk, etc

Tropes : friends to lovers (sometimes), second chance, miscommunication, etc

Genres : rom-com, insta love, non-fiction, philosophy, western fiction.

Hobbies :

I love reading, writing (obvi 🫣) , forcing my friends to read as well, making fake scenarios, drawing, singing, edits (not so good) , roller skating 🫶🏼 and especially eating and sleeping 😭 because hell yeahhhh 😌

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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➘ summary : neyetam never wanted to leave his home in the forest and he’s been making sure to show that through his actions luckily a female from the metkayina clan is there to show him that being apart of the reef isn’t all bad

➘ neyetam x reader, avatar way of water x reader

The lush forest of Pandora had long been the home of the Na'vi people, a place of harmony and connection with the land. Among them, Jake Sully had found not only a new body but a new purpose—a life that was intertwined with the rhythms of the ecosystem and the bonds of his newfound family.

However, the tranquility of their existence was shattered when news reached the clan of the Sky People's return. The humans, driven by their insatiable greed and disregard for the natural world, had once again set their sights on Pandora. The atrocities they had committed in the past were etched into the Na'vi's memory, and the threat they posed was undeniable.

Jake Sully stood before the assembled clan, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on his shoulders. Beside him stood Neytiri, his love and partner, her (e/c) eyes reflecting the same mixture of concern and determination that he felt.

"Sky People come," Mo'at, the spiritual leader of the clan, spoke with a heavy heart. "They bring death and destruction."

The murmurs of the clan echoed through the clearing, a collective acknowledgment of the danger they faced. Jake's adoptive family, the Na'vi people who had become his kin, needed a solution—a way to protect their way of life and preserve the sanctity of the land they held dear.

"We have two choices," Jake's voice carried a solemn note as he addressed the clan. "We can stay and fight, defending our land with everything we have. Or we can leave, protect the memories and knowledge that we've gathered, and find a new place to call home."

Neytiri stepped forward, her gaze unwavering as she spoke. "Whatever path we choose, we do it together. Our bond is unbreakable, and we will face this challenge as one."

The clan members exchanged glances, the weight of their decision heavy in the air. They had built a life on Pandora, one that was founded on principles of respect and harmony with the land. Leaving was not an easy choice, but the threat of the Sky People loomed large.

As the clan deliberated, Jake's thoughts drifted to the forest that had become his sanctuary, the connection he shared with the creatures that inhabited it, and the love that had blossomed between him and Neytiri. The thought of leaving pained him, but he knew that the survival of his people was paramount.

Eventually, the decision was made. The clan would embark on an exodus, leaving behind their ancestral lands in search of a new haven where they could rebuild their lives. It was a bitter pill to swallow, a heartbreaking farewell to a place that had shaped their identity.

As the clan began their preparations, Jake and Neytiri shared a quiet moment among the trees. His fingers gently brushed against hers, his touch a reassurance of their unwavering commitment to each other.

"We will find a new home," Neytiri's voice held a mixture of determination and sadness. "And we will keep our traditions alive."

Jake nodded, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of conviction and love. "We'll honor what we've learned and carry it with us. No matter where we go, our connection to Pandora will remain."

With those words, Jake and Neytiri set out on a new journey—a journey that would test their strength, resilience, and love. As the Na'vi people faced an uncertain future, they carried with them the hope that their bond with the land and each other would guide them through the challenges that lay ahead.

As Jake Sully, Neytiri, and their family arrived at the Metkayina clan seeking refuge, they were met with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny. The Metkayina clan members regarded them with an air of caution, their expressions wary yet intrigued by the newcomers.

Among the clan, Ronal, a fiercely determined and outspoken woman, approached with a confident stride. She held a prominent position within the clan, and her opinions carried weight. Her eyes narrowed as she looked over the new arrivals, her gaze lingering on their distinctive features.

"You seek sanctuary among us," Ronal's voice was laced with skepticism as she addressed Jake and his family. "But your tails are short, and your arms—too thin. Have you come to prove yourselves?"

Neytiri's posture remained composed, her (e/c) eyes steady as she addressed Ronal. "We seek not only refuge but also unity. Our connection to Pandora runs deep, and we come as kin, seeking a place where we can contribute to the harmony of the land."

Ronal's gaze sharpened, her scrutiny unyielding. Her attention then shifted to Kiri, Neytiri and Jake's child, who had five fingers instead of the usual four.

"And what of the one with five fingers?" Ronal's tone was accusatory. "Is this some Sky People experiment? A mixing of blood?"

Jake's jaw tightened, his resolve unwavering. "Kiri is our daughter, a product of love and the bond between our people."

Ronal's skepticism persisted, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the child. "Five fingers are not Na'vi. They are unnatural—a sign of Sky Demon blood."

Neytiri's voice held a note of authority as she responded. "Our connection to the land, our beliefs, and our love for Pandora are true and unwavering. Our children are a part of this world, just as we are."

As the tension between the two sides hung heavy in the air, Neytiri's words seemed to resonate with some of the clan members, who exchanged glances filled with understanding. The Metkayina clan was known for their connection with the sea and the underwater world, but their appreciation for unity and the sanctity of Pandora ran deep.

Ronal's skepticism remained, but a hint of consideration softened her gaze. "Prove your commitment. If you wish to stay among us, you will need to adapt, to show that your bond with the land is genuine."

Jake met Ronal's gaze with determination. "We will do what it takes to show our commitment and earn our place."

With that, Jake, Neytiri, and their family began their journey of integration within the Metkayina clan. As they faced challenges and sought to prove their connection to Pandora, they discovered that unity could transcend differences, and that the strength of their bond as a family and with the land would guide them through the trials that lay ahead.

Weeks had passed since Jake, Neytiri, and their family had integrated themselves into the Metkayina clan. While Neyetam's siblings seemed to be adjusting and finding their place among the clan members, Neyetam himself continued to feel adrift. The forest had always been his home, his sanctuary, and the vast oceans of the Metkayina clan were a world he struggled to comprehend.

One day, as the weight of his uncertainty weighed heavily on him, Neyetam made his way to the beach. The sound of the crashing waves and the endless expanse of water stretched out before him, leaving him feeling small and out of place. With each passing day, the unfamiliarity of his surroundings seemed to grow, and he longed for the comfort of the forest.

As he walked along the shoreline, the soothing rhythm of the waves washing over the sand, a movement caught his eye. Out in the water, a figure moved with grace and agility. Neyetam's gaze focused on the form of a female Na'vi, her light blue skin glinting in the sunlight as she swam effortlessly.

He watched her, a mixture of curiosity and admiration filling his thoughts. The way she moved through the water was a testament to her connection with the ocean—a connection he had yet to fully understand. As he observed her, a feeling of longing and isolation settled over him.

In a moment of boldness, Neyetam found himself walking toward the water's edge, his gaze never leaving the female Na'vi's form. Her movements were entrancing, a dance with the waves that seemed to convey a profound sense of harmony.

As he reached the water's edge, he hesitated, unsure of how to approach her. Just as he was about to turn away, the female Na'vi's gaze met his, her (e/c) eyes locking onto his own. There was a brief pause, as if time itself stood still, before she gracefully swam back to the shore.

Her approach left Neyetam feeling both intrigued and uncertain. When she finally emerged from the water, her hair glistening with droplets, her eyes held a mixture of curiosity and warmth. "You're Neyetam, correct?"

Neyetam nodded, taken aback by her directness. "Yes, that's me."

Her lips curved into a friendly smile. "I'm (Y/N), from the Metkayina clan. I noticed you watching me. Enjoying the view?"

Neyetam felt a flush of embarrassment but managed a shy smile in return. "I didn't mean to intrude. I was just... seeking some clarity."

(Y/N)'s gaze held understanding. "The ocean has a way of offering solace and clarity. It's where we find our balance, our connection to the land and the sea."

Neyetam's gaze shifted to the water, his thoughts reflecting on her words. "I've always been more comfortable in the forest. This change has been... challenging for me."

(Y/N)'s eyes held empathy. "Change can be difficult, especially when it challenges what we've known. But just as you find your place among the trees, you can find your place here by the sea."

He met her gaze, her sincerity resonating with him. As the waves continued to lap against the shore, Neyetam felt a sense of reassurance—a reminder that adaptability was a part of life, and that growth came from embracing new experiences.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," he said sincerely. "Your words mean a lot."

She offered him a reassuring smile, her eyes filled with camaraderie. "Remember, we are all connected to Pandora in our own way. And the journey is about finding where we belong."

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the beach, Neyetam and (Y/N) continued to talk. The encounter served as a reminder that challenges could be overcome, and that unity could be found even in the most unexpected of places. As Neyetam walked away from the shore that day, he felt a glimmer of hope—a hope that he could find his own sense of belonging and balance, just as the waves found their rhythm against the sand.

Despite his best efforts, Neyetam continued to struggle with the transition to life among the Metkayina clan. The vast expanse of the ocean and the unfamiliar customs left him feeling out of place, and his longing for the forest only grew stronger. However, there was a constant presence that provided him with solace—(Y/N).

With her kind words and understanding, (Y/N) became a beacon of support for Neyetam. She seemed to intuitively sense when he was feeling overwhelmed, and her encouragement served as a guiding light during his moments of doubt.

One day, as Neyetam stood by the shore, (Y/N) approached him, her footsteps leaving faint imprints in the sand. Her (e/c) eyes held a warmth that instantly put him at ease.

"You're not alone in this, Neyetam," she said softly, her voice carrying a note of reassurance. "Change takes time, and adjusting to new surroundings can be challenging."

Neyetam's gaze met hers, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for her presence. "I appreciate your understanding, (Y/N). It's just... everything feels so different."

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze turning to the waves. "Different doesn't mean impossible. Remember, we all have our strengths and weaknesses. It's what makes us unique."

Her words struck a chord within Neyetam. He watched as the waves ebbed and flowed, their rhythm a testament to the balance that could be achieved even in the face of change.

"I've always felt a connection to the forest," Neyetam admitted, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "The trees, the creatures—it's where I felt most at home."

(Y/N) smiled, a reassuring glint in her eyes. "And that connection is a part of you. Just as the ocean is a part of us. You're not losing your connection to the forest; you're expanding your connection to Pandora."

Neyetam's gaze shifted to (Y/N), her words resonating deeply. He had always known that the Na'vi's bond with Pandora extended beyond individual territories, but her perspective offered him a new way of looking at things.

"I see what you mean," he admitted, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

(Y/N) reached out, her fingers gently brushing against his forearm. "You're stronger than you think, Neyetam. And you have the support of the clan behind you. We're here to help you find your place."

Her touch, filled with genuine kindness, ignited a spark of determination within Neyetam. He realized that while the path ahead might be challenging, he wasn't alone in his journey. (Y/N)'s unwavering encouragement and understanding were like an anchor, grounding him as he navigated this new chapter of his life.

As they stood by the shoreline, the waves whispered their secrets to the sand, and Neyetam felt a renewed sense of hope. With (Y/N) by his side, he was ready to face the challenges, embrace the change, and discover the beauty of unity among the Metkayina clan—a unity that extended beyond their differences and celebrated the strength that could be found in coming together as one.

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marvelsage · 1 year

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Neteyam

Neyetam x Reader

SPOILERS FOR AVATAR: THE WAY OF WATER

Imagine you were like an older sister to Tsireya and had been present when they had arrived.

You made your way behind Tsireya and looked over the family in wonder. They were a darker shade and slimmer than your people. Your Tshaík walked around them each and pointed these as well as the fact that they were half breeds. You stepped a little bit closer to see and unintentionally caught the attention of a certain Omaticayan.

“Oooh looky looky, y/n.” Rotxo nudged your shoulder, while you were confused at his teasing. Tsireya nodded in the direction of the eldest son. Who looked away as soon as you looked his way.

“I am not the only one, Tsireya.” You nudge her to their youngest boy, and she smiles softly at him. When the meeting was over, Tsireya and her brothers were to teach the Omaticayans how to ‘swim’ in a sense.

“I must go but I will see you later.” You relay to Tsireya as she leads them to their place of stay. You ventured to finish you daily duties and time seemed to slip by.

The next time you saw them was when the second son stood up to Aonung, Rotxo, and their friends. You came up behind them amused as the eldest brother joined in as well.

“Boys…” You came up beside the girl and she tenses slightly before you greet her.

“Y/n”

“Kiri” You smile and she reciprocates it slightly, before turning back to the fighting. Having enough you casually walk up to Rotxo and clip his ear and then do the same to Aonung.

“Aahh ow!”

“Ow ow ow!”

“Enough, all of you!” You let them go and send a stern glare to their little friends as they go to continue. Knowing better, they storm off leaving you with Kiri and her brothers.

“Are you alright?” Gesturing to the younger ones head and he nods before asking the same to the older one.

“Yes, thank you. I am Neteyam and this is my brother Lo’ak.”

“Y/n, a friend of Tsireya. I would ask how has staying here been but I think I have my answer.” He nods chuckling, unknowingly Kiri and Lo‘ak send each other knowing looks and discreetly begin to walk away.

“It’s been alright, not really surprising really. I would be apprehensive as well for new comers.”

“They’re just trying to show off their pride, you get used to it eventually. How have the lessons been?”

“It was rough at the start but I think we’re slowly getting it.” You nod happy that they are at least trying to adapt.

“That is good. If you would like maybe I could help-”

“Neteyam! Dads calling us.” Lo‘ak calls interrupting your question.

“Oh duty calls. I guess I’ll see you around then.”

“Yeah, yeah I-I’ll a see you around, definitely.” You smile and pass him not knowing that his gaze followed you until you were no longer visible and even then his brother had to snap him out of it.

“Y-yeah, I-I’ll see y-you around.” Lo’ak teased causing Neteyam to put him in a head lock playfully.

“Shut up”

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pandorxxx · 1 year

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Of course I don’t want to talk to you! I can still feel the sting of your hand on my ass, Neteyam!

Mmm, don’t act so hard to get, my love. I know you like it, such a fucking freak. I’m just showing my appreciation for what’s mine. And this ass? Is mine. Fuuuck, just let me take you someplace private, so I can fuck you from behind, and watch that ass slap against my cock. oh come onnn! don’t be stingy with it. I want it so fucking bad, now. I’m practically on my knees for it…

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mcverse · 1 year

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Summary: Trouble doesn’t stray far from the Sully’s. On a hunt, Lo’ak touches a baby animal and the mother doesn’t like it and calls for backup. The group gets separated, a few end up unconscious.

Pairings: neteyam x aviphoenix!reader, lo’ak x aviphoenix!reader, Ao'nung x aviphoenix!reader

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: ( lmk if you think there is.) not proof read, heights, another chase scene similar to Avatar 1 (reminded by no.1), Neteyam is in this one, so is Ao’nung & Rotxo near the end,

Side Bar: Did you really think it’ll be easy to meet the Avi ppl? LO’AK IS SO UNDER-APPRECIATED, like where do y’all get off?? He’s not my fav but you gotta show him the love he deserves com’on

“Text like this only in italics” are Na’vi.

“Text like this in both italics and bold” are Avi, spoken b/w Avi & outsides.

“Text in just bold” are also Avi People, spoken b/w Avi only.

Text like this without quotations in italics are thoughts.

“Text like this” are in English.

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As you journeyed back to Flamehaven, you couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, dappling the forest floor with patches of golden light. The air was filled with the sounds of chirping and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

It was never your intention to stay in the forest for so long, but Eywa seemed to have other plans for you. What started as a simple task of gathering herbs had turned into an unexpected delay after your encounter with that Na’vi.

You patted the satchel on your hip with a small smile, glad that at least you had what you needed in the end. It took longer but the satisfaction was worth it. The herbs you had gathered were rare and valuable, and you knew they would be appreciated by the healers in Flamehaven.

A little bump on the trail was nothing for an Avi like you. While you may not have approached the situation like the mightiest warriors, you were still pleased with the outcome. Your previous training of remaining calm and thinking level headed has not gone to waste and had a purposeful use today. You were proud of how you handed it.

Still the encounter left you pondering about what’s to come of the outsiders once news hits home. The Avi, historically, were known for their peaceful ways, with many rituals and traditions centered around tranquility.

However, even with the best intentions, your people had encountered some bad aphl (applu) in the past. As expected, the Avi did not back down and were capable warriors when their way of life was threatened. There was more to them than just festivities and sacred places.

As you drew closer to the outskirts of Flamehaven, you felt a sense of anticipation and relief. Your heart was racing with excitement at the thought of sharing your experiences with your fellow Avi, and you looked forward to the comfort of home after your long night in the forest.

Your pace quickened as you approached the river, hopping across the rocks with ease. You could hear the water rushing by beneath you, and the cool mist of the spray was refreshing against your skin. As you approached the hidden passage to Flamehaven, you pushed aside the foliage curtain with a grin.

The sound of laughter and chatter greeted you as you went through, and you could see that the place was already lively. The Avi were busy going about their day, some tending to their gardens and others gathered around cooking fires. The smell of roasting meat and fresh herbs filled the air, making your stomach growl.

You felt a sense of comfort and belonging wash over you as you made your way through the village, heading in the direction of the chief hut. You greet a few Na’vi who had noticed your presence. They sent you warm smiles that only made yours grow. The familiar greeting and sounds of your home filled you with joy, its hard to describe it by anything but love.

Soon you approached the tree where the chief's hut was nested between two others, and began to climb up the worn hand and footholds that had been carved into the fire patterned bark over time. As you reached the top, you swing onto the platform and push aside the woven mat that serves as a door.

Inside, you see your grandmother, Níku the tsakihe (Tsahìk), sitting in the center of the room, meditating. Her eyes are closed, and her wings are folded neatly behind her back.

You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to disturb her. But she senses your presence and speaks before you with her eyes still shut, "Whatever it is can wait. Tsuw'a Cet [Come sit]," she said, beckoning you over with a tilt of her head to the empty space beside her.

Normally, you wouldn't mind taking part in this calming activity, but you were too restless with the information you had. You hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to do as she said to avoid her persistence later on.

You sat beside her cross-legged, but your mind was elsewhere, still reeling from what you had witnessed in the forest. You knew it couldn't wait and would have to tell her soon, but facing your grandmothers wrath wasn’t an option either.

“Kawkkxn nga rawsem [Clear your mind],” Níku said as she picked up two crystals that lay haphazardly in front of her. “And open your hands.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine, amazed by how she seemed to sense your lack of focus. Obediently, you followed her command, opening your hands to receive what you already know to be crystals.

She placed a crystal in each of your hands and you immediately closed your fingers around them, feeling a warm heat radiate from the stones. You waited for her next instructions.

Níku continued, “Breathe in the air, feel it filling you with life.”

Following her instruction, you inhaled deeply, your chest expanding as you held the air within for a few seconds before exhaling. As you repeated the process, you could feel your mind beginning to quiet, the outside world slowly slipping away.

“Feel Eywa’s love warming you up and Pho guiding you where you need to be,” Níku said softly, her voice almost a whisper.

The warmth from the crystals in your hands spreads through your body, grounding you and connecting you to the earth. You feel a tingle of energy in your fingertips and toes, and a gentle vibration in your chest. It was a tingle that felt right in the best way possible.

Meditating with your grandmother always felt different from meditating alone. It was a step up, for sure. The guidance and wisdom of her years of experience always brought a sense of comfort.

As you basked in the tranquility of the moment, Níku open her eyes as she asked, "How do you feel?" Although she already knew the answer based on your expression, she was always eager to hear her grandchild's thoughts and experiences.

You meet her gaze and can't help but smile. The stress and tension from before have melted away, replaced by a sense of peace and clarity, “I feel weightless like a Phoenix souring through the clouds, granny.” you replied, feeling grateful for her guidance and wisdom.

Her lips twisted into a smug grin and she raised her chin, obviously proud of herself. "Then I did what I'm best at. You were so tense walking in, I had to help my granbaby," she said, reaching up to pinch one of your cheeks. You couldn't help but smile at her playful gesture.

After letting go of your cheek, she took the crystals from you and carefully placed them on a nearby leaf. Folding the leaf in four, she placed it gently in a wooden box and closed the lid.

“Now tell gran what troubles you, baby," she said, turning to give you her undivided attention.

You took a deep breath before launching into your story, recounting your journey into the forest and the strange encounter with the wayward Na'vi and his resting clan. Níku listened intently, her wise eyes studying you as you spoke. When you finished, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, deep in thought.

The silence in the hut was palpable as you waited for her response. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she opened her eyes and looked at you with a solemn expression. "This is concerning news. We must gather the clan and hold a council to decide what action to take. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”

You nodded, feeling relieved that you had shared your burden with your grandmother and knowing that she would guide you and the clan in the right direction.

In the early morning light, a group of elite warriors huddled together in the forest. They talked amongst themself, eagerly anticipating their upcoming exploration. Some of them carried crossbows and spears, while the eldest Sully had a hunting blade and the youngest had a classic bow.

Neteyam noticed his brother Lo’ak shifting his weight anxiously and looking off to the side absentmindedly. Concerned, he approached Lo’ak and draped his arm over his shoulder, "What's up, baby bro? You seem quiet today." He peered down in his face.

Lo'ak shrugged off Neteyam's arm, making him stumble back a feet, "Just had trouble sleeping last night," he admitted, watching his brother carefully. Though he didn’t give the reason why, he knew his brother would catch on fast.

As if reading his thoughts, Neteyam's expression hardened, sensing something was off, "Please tell me you didn't sneak out," he whispered harshly, grabbing his arm to drag them both further from the group.

Lo'ak rolled his eyes and glared at his brother. "What do you think?" he snapped back, already not liking Neteyam’s overbearing attitude.

Neteyam groaned in frustration, already knowing where this could all lead, "If Dad finds out, you’ll be grounded and lose all your privileges." His hand out in front of him, moving to emphasize his point as he talked.

Lo'ak considered his options and realized that his father was the least of his worries; his mother would be far angrier. She was definitely scarier. Nevertheless, he was confident that he had covered his tracks well.

He shakes his head to dismiss his brothers concern, "He won't find out. Besides you, only Kiri, Ao'nung, and Rotxo know," Lo’ak said confidently, smirking like he had it all solved.

There was a brief pause before Neteyam breaks it, “And Tuk.” He added.

"And Tuk?" Lo'ak repeated, confused as he looked at his brother for reconfirmation. He hadn't even noticed her there. How the hell didn’t he notice her? His heart dropped at the realization and cursed under his breath. If this was true, it was a royal fuck up.

Neteyam watched his brother Lo’ak with a mixture of concern and exasperation. "You couldn’t behave just once, Lo’ak?" he chided, knowing full well that his brother's recklessness was about to land him in trouble.

Neteyam dreaded the inevitable lecture that their father Jake would give to Lo'ak when he found out about his latest misadventure. He wished his brother would listen to reason and understand how much he was trying to look out for him.

Meanwhile, Lo'ak stood with pursed lips, lost in thought as he tried to figure out how to salvage the situation. He had taken a risk and wasn't sure if it had paid off. If worse came to worst, he could always resort to a bribe to buy Tuk’s silence, but he was unsure of what he could offer that would be persuasive enough.

Before he could dwell on it further, their attention was diverted by the arrival of their father, Jake, their mother, Neytiri, Tonowari, and Ronal. Lo'ak quickly mouthed to his brother that he would fill him in on what he had been planning later before turning his focus to the front.

Tonowari took a deep breath before speaking. "Ronal and I have agreed to stay behind and watch over those who remain," he announced, turning to Jake. "Neytiri and Jake will come with you."

Jake bowed his head slowly to Tonowari and then addressed the assembled warriors. "You are proven warriors, Eywa sees you... I see you. But this is not our land," he reminded them. Jake's eyes scanned the group, pleased to see that they were taking the situation seriously. "If we go out there, chances are we could encounter more enemies. I don't want another battle, so follow my orders and stay close."

The warriors cheered and shouted, psyching themselves up for what lay ahead. But Jake quickly silenced them. "Za’u [Come], we move on foot," he declared, taking his bow from Neytiri, who secured hers on her back. Together, they set out in the same direction that Lo'ak had been rescued from, with the other warriors following close behind.

Lo'ak couldn't help but silently hope that he would get another chance to see you again, hopefully while the sun was still up. The night made it difficult, and he didn't want to miss anything.

He simply wanted the chance to talk to you, no matter what you were. Your first encounter didn't go smoothly, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about you. The only issue was that he wasn't traveling alone.

His mind raced, trying to come up with a solution in case the impossible became possible. He knew that it was definitely possible to see you again because you looked like the impossible. Although he was aware that Na'vi could look different depending on where they lived, you were unlike any Na'vi he had encountered before. He knew that you were not just Na'vi.

Lo'ak was tempted to tell Neteyam about meeting you, maybe even his parents because they had the right to know that they weren't alone. However, he didn't like the idea very much after thinking long and hard as he followed closely behind his brother.

He knew that they would immediately see you as a threat, the same regrettable mistake he had made. If that were to happen, you might never show yourself to him again, knowing that you were being targeted.

He couldn't risk it. He liked the fact that only he knew about something amazing out there, his little secret — well, your little secret too, when it came to him. He wondered if your people were close by, and if they knew of their existence as well. Maybe he should be concerned about that, but he couldn't bring himself to worry.

Lo'ak paused his thoughts, blinking back into reality when he saw Neteyam stop in his tracks, crouching low with alertness. Lo'ak cursed himself for not paying attention to his surroundings as he had been absentmindedly following his brother in the forest.

“Why’d we sto—“

Neteyam cut him off in a hushed tone, “Quiet,” he looked over to his right to his father, who held his hand up in a fist. They locked eyes, exchanging nods in silent understanding. Neteyam was sure that he heard something, and he wasn't the only one.

Neteyam gestured towards his ears and mouth, silently instructing Lo’ak to listen carefully and keep quiet. Lo’ak obeyed, trying his best to tune out the pounding of his own heart as he strained to hear any sounds. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was out there, or maybe someone.

His mind wandered again, entertaining the possibility that it could be you. His throat went dry as he tried to focus. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before he finally picked up a sound. He turned his head in the direction of the noise, but all he heard was the rustling of leaves from the wind.

He grunted in annoyance, about to give up when he heard a grunt back. It was so close a grunt that he mistook it for Neteyam. However, a shake of the head from his brother indicated that it wasn’t him. Lo’ak’s heart raced as he realized that there was indeed something out here, just two hours into their journey.

No one else made a move to do anything. Everyone was frozen with held breaths but Lo’ak wasn’t. He grunted once again, then waits. Just to make sure he really heard it. It took a minute before he heard it back, he snaps his eyes to Neteyam, his blown wide in shock.

Neteyam looked at him with narrowed eyes, but Lo’ak didn’t hesitate, “Did you hear that too?” he whispered, a tad louder than before. He looked back towards the bushes where the noise was coming from, "I'm gonna go check it out," he warned Neteyam, approaching the bush cautiously.

Neteyam hurried behind Lo'ak, attempting to stop him from uncovering what was making the noise ahead. But Lo'ak was quick and peeled back the leaves to reveal a baby animal, similar to a Prolemuris, but with its own unique features.

Lo'ak reached down to pick it up, and the creature grunted again, but made no move to struggle. It had four arms, four eyes, and bluish-purple skin, and Lo'ak couldn't help but coo at the little thing.

Neteyam's grip tightened on Lo'ak's left shoulder, and he practically growled at him, panic in his voice, "Put it down!"

Lo'ak smiled, trying to reassure his brother that everything was okay. "Relax, bro! It's just a baby."

Movement to their right caught their attention, and Lo'ak's ears fell when he saw his father looking at him with a mixture of disappointment and fear, "Your brother’s right...put it back," Jake said, motioning for Lo'ak to return the animal to where he found it.

Lo'ak opened his mouth to argue, but Jake cut him off with a stern shake of his head, "No. Where there's a baby, there's a mother," he warned.

Neteyam nodded in agreement, and as if on cue, a deep growl rumbled from above, causing the three Sullys to freeze. Adrenaline seeped through their veins, kicking their flight or fight response into high gear.

Ever so slowly, they looked up, cursing together when they saw a larger version of the baby animal perched in the tree above them. It was far more terrifying and less cute than its baby counterpart, its tail swishing menacingly slowly behind it.

"Slowly put it down. Gently," Jake ordered, his eyes locked on the animal in the tree.

Lo'ak didn’t have the be told twice this time. He acted swiftly and deliberately, with a deep sense of caution as he carefully lowered the baby back into the bush. His heart was racing, and his breaths came in shallow gasps as he tried to remain calm and focused. His eyes darted back and forth between the mother and the child, ensuring that he did not lose sight of either of them, nor let his guard down for a moment.

Jake's voice broke through the tension, urging Lo'ak and Neteyam to back away slowly, "Ok. Good," he started, "Now back up. Do. Not. Run." He emphasized the last three words slowly, his tone laced with concern as he waited for the two boys to move away from the scene. All the while, he kept a watchful eye on the mother animal, determined not to lose track of her movements.

As Lo'ak and Neteyam retreated to a safe distance, Jake began to back away himself. However, his movements caught the attention of the mother animal, who lifted her head and fixed her eyes on him. The animal bared her teeth, revealing sharp, menacing fangs, and sniffed the air, grunting loudly.

Jake's heart sank as he realized that the situation was about to take a dangerous turn. He hoped he was mistaken, but his suspicions were confirmed when he heard a series of grunts and growls in the distance.

Turning to the warriors, he urgently gestured for them to run, "Run!" he shouted, his voice rising in panic. "Run!" he repeated, even louder this time, shaking the warriors into full gear. They started running, all going in the same direction at first. It’s when they looked behind him where all hell broke loose.

A group of over a dozen adult versions of the baby animal came charging towards them at an incredible speed, looking passive-aggressive as they tumbled over each other in their haste to reach their targets.

The Na’vi gasped in shock at the sight of them and stumbled over their own feet, discombobulated and unsure of what to do. They all started heading in different directions, desperately trying to get away from the charging animals.

Amidst the chaos, Jake spotted Neytiri a few feet away and quickly made his way towards her, his heart pounding in his chest, "The boys, where are they?" he asked urgently, scanning the area around them.

Neytiri hissed in frustration as she heard his question, "They must have gone in another direction," she replied, her eyes darting around as she tried to locate them, "We must find them!"

Cursing under his breath, Jake nodded in agreement, "We will," he said, determination in his voice, "But for now, we need to get somewhere safe," he added, glancing ahead to assess their surroundings and identify the safest path to take.

Lo’ak and Neteyam were sprinting through the dense forest, their chests heaving with exhaustion as they desperately tried to outrun the trail of enraged animals that were hot on their heels. Despite their fear and fatigue, they did not dare to slow down or look back, as they knew the animals would catch them in an instant if they did.

The other warriors they had been with had split off in different directions, which was a reckless move, but there was nothing Lo’ak and Neteyam could do about it now. They had to focus on their own survival and keep pushing forward.

The thudding of the animals' paws echoed through the forest, growing louder and closer by the second. Lo'ak and Neteyam could feel their anger and hunger, mostly directed towards Lo'ak for his involvement with the baby, but they both knew that being caught by them would mean certain death.

They ran until their legs felt like they were on fire, until they couldn't run anymore. Finally, the sounds of the animals chasing them began to fade away, giving them a moment of respite. They stumbled into a small clearing, hoping to find a way out, only to be met with the sound of rushing water. As they approached the edge of the stream, they realized it led to a waterfall with a terrifying drop.

Lo'ak turned to Neteyam, his chest still heaving with exertion, "We have to jump," he said, his voice low and urgent. He knew it was a dangerous move, but it was their only chance to escape the pursuing animals. "We have to."

Neteyam immediately shakes his head, stepping back from the edge, his eyes scanning the surroundings frantically for another way out, “No way. Find another way,” he insists, his voice laced with panic. The drop was… Eywa no way.

“There isn’t another way! They’re catching up,” Lo’ak pleaded with his brother, looking back and gasped in surprise as he saw Ao'nung and Roxto running their way with the pack of enraged animals hot on their heels.

Neteyam looked behind him and realized that Lo'ak was right. With a curse, he pulled Lo'ak closer to him, ready to take the leap, but before they could jump, they were toppled over by Ao'nung and Roxto, who had body-slammed into them with great force.

The force of the water at the length of the fall is tremendous, knocking them all unconscious on impact. The current carries them downstream, the water pounding against their bodies as they tumble along.

Things to know

Ao’nung is unmated. He doesn’t strike me as the type to settle down quickly. He actually takes that pretty serious given who his dad was.

Y’know why Lo’ak isn’t with Tsireya, but what about Neteyam. Well, Nete isn’t mated yet, even though he has plenty of offers before and especially after his war wound but he’s too focused on trying to get his dad to see him as anything other than disabled.

Yes, Jake was disabled before. He hasn’t forgotten what it felt like but it’s hard on him to see his son in similar shoes. He doesn’t want to limit him… he just doesn’t want him to suffer more due to another accident.

That loss of a friend in the prologue, if you haven’t guessed… it’s spider. I don’t hate him, I just strongly dislike him saving Quaritch. I understand why, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

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hey! could u do a neyetam sully x reader where shes kinda shy and she wants to show him something and she leads him to her palulukan or thanator which is her friend

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Paring: Neteyam x Reader

Genre: FLUFF, Teeny Tiny Angst, Jealously, CuteNeteyam, ShyReader, Missunderstandings.

Summary: Y/n, Kiri’s best friend is very soften spoken and shy. She caught Neteyam’s eye upon first contact. He starts to worry as he notices her lack of presence recently. And he’ll do whatever he can to figure out why.

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you for your request!! I had a lot of fun with this one, I added a TINY bit of jealousy/Angst because the idea of Neteyam getting jealous over a Palulukan is adorable! I hope I did your request justice! Enjoy ❤️❤️

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Neteyam felt worry settle deep within his stomach as his eyes jump from Na’vi to Na’vi during the communal dinner. He desperately searched for a specific female amongst the crowd, only to come up empty. He couldn’t figure out where she was, the girl in question who had been occupying his thoughts regularly as of late.

“Neteyam?” Kiri calls for her brothers attention, carefully taking a bite of her fruit.

She watched her brothers tail twitch stiffly. As if he was on alert. His eyes roamed around the crowd before him, squinting as if to zoom into the crowd. His ears twitch to the sound of her voice as he reluctantly turns to face her, his bowl of fruit left untouched within his grasp.

“Yes?” He says, his voice sounding strained.

“What’s got your tail in a twist? Everything ok?” Kiri asks, chuckling at her brothers tensed up state. Neteyam pouts at her teasing tone, letting out a sigh he had been holding in.

“Have you…..seen Y/n?” Neteyam asks carefully, his words come out slowly as if he was afraid to admit what’s been bothering him for the first half of the dinner. Kiri stifles a laugh, passing it off as a cough.

Y/n was Kiri’s best friend, Kiri’s only friend as many Na’vi children around their age were weary of her. It made it difficult for children to approach her due to her interest in the nature around her, which made her to be an odd Na’vi. But not to Y/n. They both shared a love of nature together, searching out herbs and interacting with the creatures around them in pure awe. They met coincidentally many years ago and have been inseparable ever since.

Normally Neteyam never had the time to focus on his siblings friends. He was too busy with his training and shadowing his father that he didn’t quite know what his siblings did on their feee time. Unless they did something that caused trouble. But other then that, he didn’t know or care of any other friends they had.

Until he met Y/n.

About a year ago when Neteyam had come home early from his solo hunt, he came home to a surprise. A female Na’vi he didn’t recognize, braiding his sisters hair. Even though she was doing the most mundane activity at the moment , she looking so beautiful she literally took his breath away upon eye contact. It didn’t take long for Neteyam to linger around Kiri often, always in hopes of seeing Y/n again.

Y/n was shy and very soft spoken. She rarely met Neteyam’s glances, always opting to look at the uninteresting soil below. The only time he really got to admire her up close was at the communal gatherings. Where she would always sit next to Kiri as they shared a meal. It was at those moments Neteyam’s heart felt full. He was close enough to talk to her, see her smile and hear her laugh. He always looked forward to any event or dinners cause of this.

But for the past week, she hasn’t been showing up as often. She either missed breakfasts, or dinners. It was on and off but she missed enough of them that made Neteyam feel restless. He counted down the days he had without her presence, and it pained him not knowing why she would disappear like that. He rarely had time to spend with his family and his friends outside of his duties. The only leisure time he had were these moments. Where he always felt happy, But now, he was anything but happy.

“Missing her already?” Kiri jokes making Neteyam frown at her teasing.

“I’m being serious Kiri. She’s missed many meals, I’m worried for her…..she’s your friend, why aren’t you worried?” Neteyam questions suspiciously. He immediately catches the way Kiri’s face twitch at his words. A look crossing her face. If his eyes weren’t trained onto her face he would have missed it entirely. She knew something, something she didn’t want him to know.

“O-oh, I don’t know. Maybe she’s feeling a bit unwell? I’ll check up with her later. You focus on eating. Don’t you have a hunt tomorrow?” Kiri desperately evades the topic. Neteyam clenched his teeth. He opens his mouth to question her, ready to grill her for answers but is cut off when Lo’ak sits in between them. Kiri let’s out a sigh of relief as if Lo’ak had saved her from confrontation.

“Guess what I just heard!! Oa’kae is planning on courting someone!” Lo’ak says excitedly, eager to gossip about what he heard from his friends.

~~~~~~~~~

Neteyam groans in anger as he paces around in the family tent. He had come back from the hunt a good while ago. Thankfully the hunt well perfectly fine, no casualties and they had hunted a lot. But Neteyam couldn’t shake the thoughts that had him on edge since last night.

Which is why he waited for Kiri in the family tent. He was ready to pry the answers he knew she had. But she didn’t show, it was as if she knew Neteyam would be waiting for her. Neteyam’s ears twitch hearing footsteps come towards the tent.

His frown deepens when Lo’ak peers in. His eyes stare at Neteyam in question as he glances around.

“What’s wrong? You look angry and I haven’t done anything yet” Lo’ak points out, stepping into the tent. Neteyam huffs out, his shoulders still tensed.

“Where is Kiri?” Neteyam asks, ignoring his question. Lo’ak smirks at his words. Something about Kiri getting in trouble amuses him. He didn’t like being on the receiving end of his fathers or Neteyam’s glares. According to him it’s nice to see someone else get in trouble for a change.

“She is near the Tsahik’s tent” Lo’ak replies eagerly. Waiting for Neteyam to explain why he was looking for her, wanting to know what she had done.

“Is she in trouble? What did she do?”

“She isn’t in trouble. I needed to ask her something” Neteyam sighs out, his fingers pinching his nose in thought.

“Oh I don’t know, she seemed busy. She was talking to Y/-“

Neteyam runs out of the tent before Lo’ak gets to finish his sentence. His legs carry him towards the Tsahik’s tent praying that he didn’t miss her. That he would make it in time to catch the one girl he had been going crazy over the past few days.

Just as Neteyam rounds the corner he comes to an abrupt stop hearing hushed voices. His ears twitch recognizing Y/n’s quiet sweet voice. He tip toes closer so he can hear what was being said.

“Y/n! You have to be more careful. Neteyam was there today. You could have gotten caught!” Kiri hisses. Neteyam frowns at her words.

“I know, I’m sorry Kiri. I just had to make sure he was ok. You know how Rik’ean gets when I’m not there” Y/n replies back. Neteyam’s ears pin down, his heart rate quickening.

Thousands of questions flood his system.

‘Who is Rik’ean…..why was she with him this morning?’

Neteyam felt sick to his stomach. What if it was a potential mate? What if she was already promised and he lost his chance before he could actually take a proper shot?

“It’s fine, just be careful” Kiri reminds her, huffing in relief . Y/n giggles at her friends panicked state. Normally Neteyam’s heart would sore at the beautiful sound of her laughs, but now it felt like a stab to his heart.

“Oh! Guess what!” Y/n adds before the girls part ways. There is a pause before she continues

“Today, he gave me so many kisses!! It was so cute Kiri!!” Y/n squeals in delight.

Neteyam hand juts out, his hand holding himself up against the branch beside him. His breathing came out in gasps as remembers what he heard.

‘He kissed her, and she liked it?’

Neteyam figured he had heard enough. Not wanting to hear his sisters response as he runs away from the tent. Angry tears sting at his eyes as he tried to clear his head.

Kiri makes a face at Y/n’s words.

“Y/n…..we’re talking about a Palulukan here. You sure he just didn’t want to eat your face? What was meant as bite, you misinterpreted it as a kiss?”

Y/n huffs out in annoyance. “No Kiri, he is truly grateful. Trust me!”

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Neteyam blankly stared down at his food, he couldn’t seem to find it within himself to eat anything. He felt utterly heart broken.

“Are you gonna eat that, bro?” Lo’ak asks, pointing at the juicy piece of meat in his bowl. Neteyam shakes his head as Lo’ak grabs for the piece, guzzling it down with a satisfied hum.

Neteyam glances at Kiri, who was focused on her own food. He didn’t know why but he felt the deep urge to question her on what he had heard today. But chose against it. What else did he need to know? He heard everything he needed to hear, and that’s that.

Neteyam sees something move swiftly within the crowd form his peripheral vision. He snaps his head to that direction seeing Y/n rush out , towards the forest. A new feeling surging throughout his body as he shoves his bowl into Lo’ak’s hands. He stands up ignoring his siblings calls before blindly rushing to where he had seen her disappear.

As Neteyam expertly weaved his way through the trees he sees Y/n’s retreating figure. Speeding up he placed his hand on her shoulder causing her to let out a surprised gasp.

“Y/n” Neteyam calls, catching his breath.

Y/n carefully turns around. He notices how she looked scared, holding a tiny woven bag in her hands. She also looked…beautiful. Her top that matches her loincloth was beautify woven with blue beads, Neteyam’s favourite colour. It was it if it called to him. But he knew, it wasn’t for him.

Neteyam feels his throat close up. He didn’t know why he got up and ran after her. Why he came all this way knowing what he already knew. He gulps back before pulling his hand away from her shoulder.

“You’re going to him” he states causing Y/n’s eyes to widen in fear.

“H-how?” Y/n stutters out, her voice low. Her eyes wonder around his face aimlessly, noticing the anger that radiates off him.

“I overheard you this morning….” Neteyam confesses. He didn’t even feel ashamed, just heartbroken.

“N-net-“

“Y/n, I love you” Neteyam blurts out. The words that stayed locked within his heart bubbling up in a last ditch effort. Y/n blinks rapidly, trying to process what she was hearing.

“I’ve loved you for so long. I kept my distance because of how shy you are. I didn’t want to scare you off. I swear to Eywa, you’ve stolen my heart the moment I saw you”

Y/n’s face turns purple with embarrassment. She has to pinch herself to know she wasn’t dreaming.

“I don’t know how long you’ve been seeing him, and what you’ve done. But none of that matters-“

“W-wait, I think you-“

“-what matters is that my feelings for you will never chang-“

“N-Neteyam-m”

“I will love you forever. I’ll cherish you forever. I swear. Just give me a chan-“

“Neteyam!!!!” Y/n calls loudly, effectively stopping Neteyam’s plea. He pouts at her tone, she had never raised her voice against her before. This was new.

“Neteyam. You’ve got it all wrong…” Y/n says softly. She bites her lips, her eyes searching Neteyam’s to confirm what he said was the truth. Feeling like she had no other choice Y/n sighs out.

“I want to show you something, come with me.”

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“What are we waiting for?” Neteyam asks, his eyes searching around them. He had let Y/n pull him deeper and deeper into the forest. They stopped in front of a rather large tree, waiting for the past few minutes.

“Neteyam, I need you to keep an open mind. And stay calm. Think you can do that?” Y/n asks taking him off guard. This is the most Y/n had spoken to him with eye contact. She usually keeps her head low whenever she speaks to him.

Neteyam smiles at the new change. Now he was able to admire her smile while he listened to her melodic voice.

“I can do that. Why?” There is a pregnant pause as Y/n swallows thickly.

“You’ll see”

Y/n faces the tree letting out a tiny call. It held similarity to the call she used to call her Ikran, but different at the same time. Neteyam hears rustling come from the bush up ahead as his body rises wth goosebumps. His hand reaches for where his knife would be at, coming up empty.

‘Shit, I don’t have a weapon?’

Neteyam was so immersed in Y/n he had forgotten that they were deep in the forest, at night. With no protection.

“Y/n, I don’t th-“ the words die in his mouth as Neteyam sees something walk out of the bushes. It was large, it’s green eyes scanning both Y/n and Neteyam. It’s paws step onto the soil with a thump under its heavy weight.

Instinctively Neteyam pulls Y/n behind her, his heart racing a mile per minute.

“Shit!!!”

It was a Palulukan.

Y/n tries to step back to where she stood but Neteyam wouldn’t allow her.

“Y/n listen carefully. I need you to make a run for it” he says lowly. He is confused why the creature hasn’t attacked already . But he didn’t want to take this moment to wonder why, when he could use this moment to ensure Y/n got out of there safely.

“No, Neteyam. Be calm, this is Rik’ean”

Neteyam’s ears twitch to the sound of the fimiliar name, the name that has been haunting him all day. Neteyam steps aside, his eyes blown wide in fear and surprise.

“W-what?”

Y/n sighs out, stepping towards the creature. Rik’ean cooes as she comes near, bringing the bag towards him. She empties the contents onto the floor, as Rik’ean purrs excitedly at the meat in front of him. She caresses the creatures head as he closes his eyes at the warm touch.

Y/n stands up and turns to Neteyam. Her hand still petting the Palulukan lovingly.

“This is Rik’ean” she announces. Neteyam closes his mouth, which had been hanging through out the entire interaction.

“This is Rik’ean?” Neteyam confirms, pointing a shaken finger towards the Palulukan. Y/n nods before letting go of Rik’ean who immediately begins to swallow down the meat.

“How!!?” Neteyam questions stepping closer. He stays weary of the creature, but seeing how comfortable Y/n was, he felt himself relax.

“A couple of weeks ago I found him injured. I took care of him and nursed him back to health. He disappeared right afterwards so I thought I’d never see him again” Y/n explains. She glances at the creature before turning to Neteyam, who stood a head taller than her.

“But out of bad luck, Kiri and I ran into some nantang’s. We would have gotten hurt, or worse. But Rik’ean saved us that day. He recognized me…..he’s my friend” Y/n says, peering up at Neteyam. The entire time his eyes filled with awe and adoration.

“Please don’t tell anyone, I don’t want anyone to know…” Y/n pleads, in fear of what the clan would think. What Neteyam would think. The expression his face proved he was ok with it, he didn’t look scared or freaked out. Neteyam nods in understanding.

“I won’t, I promise” he assures glancing at the creature. He had long finished his meal, now opting to watch them quietly. His peculiar green eyes watching Neteyam.

“So….what do you think?” Y/n whispers. Half in fear, half in question. Neteyam chuckles , stepping closer to her.

“I think your wonderful….I mean, befriending a Palulukan? That’s an amazing feat! You know my mother was Palulukan Makto. She was fierce in battle and a Palulukan recognized her” Neteyam beamed, his eyes filled with adoration as he refuses to break eyes contact with her.

“You’ve befriended one, out of your kindness. You’ve been recognized…..you are special Y/n” Neteyam whispers, unknowingly leaning closer. His breath fans against her lips enticingly. Y/n smiles wide, her heart soaring at his words.

“And to think you were jealous of him” Y/n teases. Her breath proving how close they were to one another. Neteyam hums in defeat. He was jealous, terribly jealous. To the point he confessed, and not in the cool way he wanted to.

“I’m sorry….can I make it up to you?” Neteyam asks, his eyes glancing down to her awaiting lips. Y/n’s eyes twinkle in happiness.

“You could give me something I’ve wanted for a very long time” Y/n offers, the boost in confidence helping her through.

“Oh? And what would that be?” Neteyam quirks an eyebrow.

“This” Y/n whispers, her hand reaching up to pull him flush against her own. Their lips press against each other for a much needed kiss. Neteyam grabs on waist, keeping her close to him as he closes his eyes at the sensation. Their lips mold against one another feverishly. The feeling of love deep within them. Just as Neteyam nudges his tongue against her lips he pulls away hearing a threatening growl.

Y/n and Neteyam turn to Rik’ean, who is much closer now. His eyes on Neteyam, baring his teeth. Not in a threatening way, but the growl he gave was a warning.

“I think he’s jealous” Y/n teases, catching her breath. Neteyam swoons at the sight of her swollen lips.

“Let him, he deserves it” Neteyam responds, side eyeing the creature out of annoyance. Sure, it was a Palulukan. But did he have to ruin the moment?

“Why?”

“He deserves to feel what I felt” Neteyam replies easily causing Y/n to laugh at his words.

“So…..did you prefer his kisses. Or mine?” Neteyam asks, still firmly holding her against him.

“Hm…I wonder” Y/n teases, her finger tapping her chin in thought. Neteyam smirks, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Guess I’ll have to to convince you, Ma’Y/n”

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed!! Next will be ��Precious Tsyeym Pt.1’, I’ll also complete some requests along the way. Let me know what you guys think!!

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Syawn ch 2

request:

Halo Hello Halo! I hope you are having a mighty fine day/night!

I hope this is alright but could I request a neteyam x avatar,na'vi! Reader?

Basically the reader is pregnant with what's supposed to be their first born. However, fate would have it that y/n would give birth to triplets! A never before heard of phenomena, due to na'vi usually having children one at a time and even then twins were a very rare event to occur!

I dunno I just like the idea of reader giving birth to triplets much to the sully family's surprise. Plus I couldn't help but think of how funny it would be for neteyam to be pacing outside the door for hours and the almost faint when finds out he doesn't just have one or two babies, but three!

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This is part two of Syawn request. Go check that out before reading this one! Now that aside! here is the awaited chapter two! enjoy!

Syawn series

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This communion with Eywa will be one for the books. Or in this case, a mark in na'vi history. Word spread of Eywa's miracle. Three na'vi children born at once! and from a dream walker no less!

All na'vi clans near and far wanted go and see for themselves. Because many refuse to believe such words, thinking its merely lies. But curiosity got the best of them.

When a day was set for the triplets communion with Eywa, many clans were set to witness it for themselves.

When such news got back to the Omatikaya clan, the world "overwhelmed" doesn't even begin to cover what everyone is feeling. While it is a huge honor for the clan to receive such guests, there is so little time to prepare who knows how many!

While jake and neytiri who are respectfully the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik of their clan, it was neteyam and syawn that were overwhelmed to the max.

So many people are coming to see their children bond with Eywa. The fear of seeing so many people just because of a impossibility happened.

Neyetam and syawn worry for their little ones as many people can scar them. Only having them for a few days and already both parents are being over protective and only want to keep their children safe.

"is this right...?" syawn asks neteyam as they gently rock the children's large basinet with them sleeping. "Let so many come see them...?" syawn says with clear worry in her eyes. Afraid that maybe what is happening isnt right.

"This is the first time many clans have come to see another's communion. It is a high honor....but I understand you yawne..." neteyam looks down at his sweet children. So small and already the three were making a impact on the world.

"to have them be shown like some spectacle, I fear the clans would see them as something else. Tell me nete, am I in the wrong? is this just my mother instincts seeing danger everywhere?" syawn goes on.

Neteyam brings her to his chest, her arms over his neck and his around her hips. The need to be closer to each other as means for comfort never dimmed with time.

"I can speak with my parents...I know they will understand and take our side" neteyam suggests. He felt his mate nod, her breathing slow as she relaxes in his embrace.

However as much as jake and neytiri understands their concerns, it was too late. By the next day, three clans arrived.

The Tipani clan, Anurai clan, and the Twakami clan.

And they all brought gifts for the children and the parents. Neteyam and syawn were grateful, but their worries never waivered despite the kind generosity the clans showed.

As the day goes by more clans appeared, even their closest ally, the Metkayina clan. Ao'nung and his beloved tsahik, Unyor came as well as bearing gifts from their island.

Tonowari and ronal, aged well but still in their prime, congratulate the couple and surprisingly, they along with the other metkayina members were allowed to the see the triplets first before everyone else.

Syawn understands the deep trust the sully family has with the metkayina clan, so she puts her trust in them too.

Ronal, Tonowari and their youngest, Ti'ong were given the privilege to carry one of the triplets in their arms. Ronal was happy, even though she isn't Tsahik anymore, she still blessing them like one. Giving each one a prayer and to hope for them a bright future.

As a warrior, Tonowari senses great strength in each of the little ones, sensing their hearts beating mighty and strong. Why, the one he holds already has a strong grip on his finger. That says a lot about them.

Ti'nong was looking at them with love and adoration in the young one's eyes. So small and so cute! Already seeing themselves as like a older distant cousin. But a fun cousin no less!

Ao'nung and Unyor were next to carry the two. Ronal held the other triplet a bit longer. Reminding herself of when her children were young.

"May Eywa bless you three with thriving joy and great bliss. Enjoy the gift she has given you and brace it to the fullest" Unyor says as she blessed the children. Syawn smiles, feeling pride and joy that her children were giving such blessings.

"I still don't understand how it is possible" ao'nung says, still confused of seeing triplets for the first time in his life.

"believe me brother, we don't either" neteyam replies.

"It is Eywa's will. She saw syawn worthy and blessed her with a great gift. That all is to it" ronal quickly tells. As Tsahik, one of the main things to do is try to understand and interpret what Eywa's will is and repeat it to the people.

The time came, where neteyam and Syawn's children would have their communion with Eywa. Thousands of na'vi from many tribes came to witness it. To see for their eyes of three of a kind na'vi.

Neytiri took charge, smiling happily as she recites the words, as neteyam, syawn, and kiri were each holding one of the triplets.

Neytiri took her time on each child, gently holding their queue and connecting them to one of the hanging vines, feeling joy as she is reminded of her children's communion.

She makes eye contact with neteyem. Love and pride seep from her golden eyes, smiling proudly at her eldest son.

"I am so proud of you ma'itan" she says lowly. Neteyam smiles, "thank you sa'nok". She goes to syawn and they make eyes contact with the same love and pride.

"May Eywa bless you ma'ite, to live long enough to see your children thrive. Protect and love these beautiful children unconditionally" neytiri says. Syawn nods and smiles lovingly, "yes, with all my heart".

It was a beautiful sight. Kiri felt proud to be part of the communion, to see her brother and his mate smile and beam with joy. She knows Eywa feels the same, deep in her heart.

Seeing the three children's golden eyes light up, smiling in daze. She wonder's what the triplets are seeing. Maybe seeing their great grandfather, Eytukan, or someone else. But either way, she is happy to see them happy.

After the communion, the celebration was large and loud. Many still hand neteyam and syawn gifts. There was so many, it began to build a hill. From fruits, medicines, beads, necklaces, bands, bows, arrows, you name it. There was so much, the parents believed they wont worry about shortage. All the Olo'eyktan's and Tsahik's gave their blessings to the triplets. Their eyes now believing the expansion of Eywa's gift.

For what they witnessed will be told throughout time. That the future generations must know about this wonderful night.

By the end of the night, everyone was tired. Syawn and neteyam brought their children back home. Where its warm, safe, and cozy. The children themselves were tired and slept peacefully, the three holding each other and snoozing as one. The three tucked in their big soft bassinet and syawn rocks them gently.

Neteyam adds beads to their children's songchords, singing out their life story, even if its short. Now a new bead to add of their communion. Syawn doing the same, as parents seeing their children connection with their great mother for the first time. She adds three purple colored beads, different shades, one for each child. She sings of her love and joy into her songchord.

Neteyam and syawn hug each other once more, and once again looking down at their children. Love is all they feel for their little ones. As they can only hope and see what will become of their little ones. And Eywa wonders too, to see what her little three souls will do with her gift.

Aaaaaaaaaaand that is it for ch 2! I loved this one and I hope you all do! Until next time! see ya!

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Unyor = sweetly aromatic, (a flowery or aromatic woody sort of smell). (may also refer to some spices used in Na’vi cooking)

Ti'nong = blooming, unfolding

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