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cosmictheo · 1 year

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𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦

(gif credits to @peace--n--love)

— summary: ao'nung calls you the way neteyam usually calls you, which makes him feel jealous and insecure, but that finally pushes him to confess something he has been feeling for too long. — pairing: neteyam x female!na'vi!reader — word count: 2k —warnings: pure and comforting fluff, ao'nung being ao'nung (an idiot), love confessions, jealous!neteyam, neteyam being the purest and most beautiful angel.

* Neteyam is aged up, for obvious reasons, of course; he is 19 years old. * Sluyang means flower.

neteyam's playlist i made for inspo

writer's note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

You liked to observe the beauty that Eywa gave to Pandora, you were still surprised by how beautiful the forest and the places it could hide, even after having grown up there and having been all those years among its leafy trees, even so, the forest hid secret and beautiful places, worthy of being seen and found by only those chosen ones.

Your mother was sure that you had a special connection with Eywa, practically since the day you were born and opened your eyes for the first time, green as a pair of emeralds. She told you that you had come into the world for a purpose, that you were Eywa's chosen one, in fact, those were her last words to you before she passed away in your arms, haunted all her life by an illness from which she never got better. And since then, Jake and Neytiri had taken care of you, accepting you into their family as if you had always been one of them. You soon became close to their children, especially with Neteyam, as you were close in age.

And because of that special fascination you had for the forest and nature in general, Neteyam made a habit of always bringing you things from his many explorations and hunts, things that reminded him of you; flowers, leaves and even rocks, bright and beautiful, out of the ordinary, that stood out among everything else, just like you.

“You don't have to, 'Teyam.” You always said every time he came to you once again with a new gift. But he would simply shake his head, offering you a charming and gentle little smile, ever so kind, ears slightly bent and gaze so bright every time he met yours that it seemed to dazzle you, leaving you completely mesmerized.

With a coy smile you tried to avert your gaze from his, analyzing the object now in your hands. “Really, it's not necessary.”

“I like to do it.” He would simply reply, seeking your gaze with his big, captivating, coaxing eyes, as if it were something insignificant, something that didn't matter, something that wasn't like the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you. And you would do nothing but grin at him. You couldn't stop smiling, your cheeks felt almost numb, but you were happy, content, he made you happy. And you knew that this, in the long run, would bring serious consequences, not so good, you supposed.

And now, in the huge ocean, when you thought nothing would surprise you anymore, Eywa seemed to turn every assumption you had upside down. Jake had taken you with him and his family to the place where the Metkayina Clan lived, leaving the Omaticaya behind, leaving the shelter that the forest offered you, to now be surrounded by the ocean; salt water and sandy land.

They had been kind enough to accept you into their home and to show you their ways, noting the great difference from your own, but, apparently the younger members of the clan were not as friendly to strangers as the older ones.

Ao'nung had been rather harsh with you, especially Kiri, whom they had addressed as a freak, as they had nicknamed her, and from there, the problem grew larger, for you and Lo'ak had taken up against them in her defense.

“Look at her.” Ao'nung called out, following Kiri like prey, looking at her with big, disgusted eyes. “Is she a freak or something?”

“Don't call her that.” You stated in a not at all friendly tone, scowl and defiant eyes looking up at the chief's son, pointing at him with your index finger and thus causing him to move backwards. “You have no right to call her that, did you hear me? The Chief's son or not, I'll kick your ass.”

With a tilt of your head, you stated the threat, making him snort ungraciously, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“For such a pretty little girl, you sure have a big mouth.” His big eyes narrowed as he spoke, demonstrating a smug attitude as he heard a couple of snickers from his little friends at his words. “You are one of us, little flower. Why you waste your time hanging out with these aliens?”

“Hey!” Lo'ak exclaimed, appearing at your side, fists clenched and face angry. “Don't call her that, get away from her!”

“Please, leave us alone.” Kiri grumbled behind your back, hearing how now, you were the target of annoyance from the little group.

Your mouth hung open wide, totally offended now, feeling the fury shake your body from head to toe, your tail wagging angrily as you lunged at him at the same time you heard an 'oh uh' from Lo'ak.

But your movement was halted as you watched as a body larger than yours stepped between you and the bully, leaving you in view of nothing but a broad back you knew all too well and blocking Ao'nung's smug, sneering face from your view.

“That's enough.” Neteyam said in a stern tone, deep voice and tense body, always as diplomatic and calm as ever, braids moving under the command of the wind and his head, which rose slightly, giving him a more stern and much more menacing stance. “As long as we are here you will treat my family with respect and call no one by other than their names.”

His head moved so that he could look at the faces of the little group that had formed, friends of Ao'nung, as silly as he was, apparently, but who, in Neteyam's presence, seemed to have been brought back to reality and put back in their places. They were not so foolish after all, they knew that against him they would have no choice but to flee. Cowards.

“(Y/N) is just fine for you, got it?”

“Whatever.” Ao'nung replied, rolling his eyes and starting to walk, bumping his shoulder against Neteyam's as he walked past him, his eyes met yours for a couple of seconds and he offered you a smirk, making you grunt and by the time you could take a step towards him, a hand found itself on your forearm, stopping any act of violence you had planned to do.

“Cowards.” Kiri spat, rolling her eyes.

When you looked back, Neteyam was looking at you with eyes, dark, but now filled with concern, his fingers barely caressing your skin before he pulled away from your arm.

“Are you okay, syulang?”

You rolled your eyes, sighing heavily. “I'd be better if I'd beaten that skxawng—”

“Hey.” He interrupted you, noticing how your ears were still bent and your tail twitching behind your back and he laid both of his hands on your shoulders now, in an attempt to reassure you, giving you delicate petting strokes. “It's okay, it's all over now.” His gaze traveled to his siblings behind you, moving his head and face transforming to one of authority, chin up. His voice came through loud and clear, almost scolding. “Home, now. You've had a lot for today.”

Lo'ak lifted his hands, looking incredulous. “But they were bugging-”

Neteyam was quick to interrupt him. “Home. We will talk to father later.”

The younger boy let out a snarl and without further ado, began walking back to where his family was staying, followed closely by Kiri, who kept a glum face, arms crossed over her chest.

And now, all of Neteyam's attention landed on you, as it naturally did, as his body always seemed to do instinctively, even though he didn't even intend to, he always focused on you, as if you were the center of the universe, the sun of his world, the core of his heart, the magnet of his mind and the horizon of his eyes. He saw you. He had always seen you. And practically everyone in his family knew, perhaps everyone on the whole planet, except for you, of course.

Neteyam had expressly refused any offer or even, even idea from his parents to find him a Tsahik as his position as the future leader of the clan, it was his duty and it behoved him to follow to the letter the duty that rested on his shoulders as the future chief, but now, all that had been left behind with his leaving. Now all he cared about having was you. All that mattered was you.

With a beautiful sunset behind him, he began to speak to you once again, hands gently running over your shoulders and arms, becoming more attentive, affectionate, but still concerned. His brow furrowed slightly and you knew immediately that a scolding was coming now. “What were you thinking, hm? Fighting them all?”

He was always like that with you, especially when you were alone together. Neteyam never felt he was enough for his father, and he too never seemed to be satisfied of him, let alone see all that his son did for his family, for his siblings and for him, but with you, with you everything was different, he could be different, he could be himself and he knew that was enough for you, you made him feel enough, you made him feel special.

“If that's what I had to do for protecting Kiri, Lo'ak and their family's honor, of course.” You answered immediately and with your words, sounding so sure and affirmative, Neteyam felt his heart be flooded with a most familiar warmth, an emotion quite well-known to him whenever you were near him and said things such as those, always putting others before yourself, putting the welfare of his family before yourself.

A smile tugged at Neteyam's lips, admiring you with bright, big eyes, his hands trailing down your shoulders, sliding down your arms to your hands, taking them between his own tenderly, fingers toying with yours absentmindedly as he watched the clear size difference.

“He called you little flower.” Neteyam stated after a silence of a couple of seconds, twisting his head. His jaw was clenched and ears barely tilted back. “I call you that.”

You bit your lower lip, holding back the smile that threatened to curve your lips at his clear display of jealousy. He was upset about it and you had to reassure him. Your fingers caressed his wrist, tracing imaginary lines down his forearm. “I like it better when you do it.”

“I sure hope so.” He smiled again and tugged on your hand, inviting you to walk with him, both of your hands tangled between his arm, and he didn't waste a second in drawing you to him. “I want to show you something.”

. . .

Neteyam had found the spot walking along the local beach, it was a bit far from the place where his family was staying and it was far from the town in general, but that made it a perfect location. It was a small bay, surrounded by coastal vegetation, a couple of palm trees and soft silky sand, but what was really amazing, was the glows of bioluminescence under the clear ocean water, algae of all colors, small animals swimming, with the sunset light bathing exquisitely over the turquoise sea.

It was beautiful, of course. But your reaction at the sight of it was even better; mouth half-open, eyes huge and amazed, face in wonder.

“'Yam… it's beautiful.” You murmured in a soft, barely audible tone of voice, but he was right next to you, as close to you as possible, so he could hear you perfectly. His fingers were intertwined with yours and he pulled you with him across the sand to the perfect place to sit.

“Yes it is. I found it as I was passing by... I immediately thought of you.” His gaze lowered with a hint of embarrassment flashing across his pretty face. “I know how much you love nature, all the things our great mother has given us, so, I thought, you would like it.” He stated and then shrugged, attitude becoming quite braggy now. “I've seen more beautiful things, though.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing your shoulder against his in amusement as you wrapped your arms around your knees, admiring the scenery in front of you. “Don't lie now.”

“I'm serious.” He laughed, looking up at you, analyzing every expression on your pretty face. “I'm no liar, you know that.”

You raised an eyebrow, turning your head so you could look at him now. “Really, huh? So what have you seen? What possibly have you seen prettier than this?”

Neteyam smiled thinly, stirring his arm lightly, his hand passed down your back, resting on the sand, fingers fiddling with it. “Something prettier than this?”

“Hm.” You hummed, looking at him curiously.

His ears perked up, gaze dropping to his lap, steeling himself inside, trying his hardest to calm the nerves that were practically eating him alive. And then, he moved his eyes up your body, until he met yours. “I'm looking at it right now.”

Your breath hitched and your mouth parted, feeling your body freeze. Your arms fell to either side of your body, adjusting your position.

“Nete…” You whispered in a shaky voice.

“Yes, sluyang?” He tilted his head softly. “I'm being honest.” He swallowed saliva, his hand trailing up your arm, caressing your shoulder and tracing your jaw, down to rest on your cheek, fingers tracing every inch of skin he could, arranging your hair and tucking it behind your ear. “I've always seen you as the most beautiful thing…” His lips trembled, faltering for a few moments. “I see you, (Y/N).”

You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against his, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I see you too, Neteyam.”

He closed his eyes too, caressing your face with his. “When that idiot called you flower and treated you that way… like you were nothing.” His hands cradled your face now, and you rose up to face him, completely silent, breathing agitatedly. He was breathing in an agitated way too, looking frustrated, disturbed. “I was furious. They should respect you. Every one of them should know that you are mine and they should treat you as such, as my equal, as my mate.”

You opened your eyes to find his eyes already on you, your fingers stroking his arms subconsciously. Your lips brushed his as you opened your mouth to speak in an agitated voice. “I want to be yours, Neteyam.”

“I can't pretend anymore.” He declared between shaky breaths, gaze traveling between your eyes and mouth as he shook his head. “I don't care what anyone else says, I don't want anyone else. I have already chosen. I just want you, (Y/N)... I was made for you.”

“Then just take me.” You murmured against his lips before joining them with yours in a needy, agitated kiss that felt as if everything at last, made sense, as if life had been created just for this moment, as if you had been brought to life just this moment, for each other.

It felt as if all the constellations had aligned for you, as if you had all the stars just for you, and that was given just once, you knew. Everything made you feel as if Ewya had created you for each other. You were made for each other and perhaps the Great Mother had aligned the whole universe for it, for you.

“I am yours.” He promised. “I always have been.”

Your legs tangled between his as you landed on his lap, being drawn in by his arms chaining themselves around your body, massaging your waist, tattooing his touch on your skin.

“Forever.”

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sweetsbfreex · 1 year

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only to be with you

summary: Netyam has been training with his father incessantly. He just needs this one moment to be with you, and only you.

pairing: neteyam x gf!omaticaya! reader

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You’re in the midst of cutting up dried fruit when you feel it: Two hands gripping your waist, and without a thought the knife in your hand presses against the throat of whoever’s behind.

“Neteyam, you skxawng! I could’ve hurt you!” You drop the knife quickly, softly slapping the side of his head with the other.

“It’d be the best way for me to go out, no?” He chuckles, taking the knife from your clutch, throwing it behind you with a smug smile on his face, as he gathers your now empty hand in his.

“Don’t do that again.”

“I promise I won’t,” he rolls his eyes, that stupid smile still on his face while making a show of crossing his fingers behind his back.

His free hand feathers down your arm, “What are you doing back? I wasn’t expecting you for two more days.”

Neteyam has been off training with his father and brother. Not only was his father your clan’s Olo'eyktan, but Neteyam would be next in line as the eldest son. So taking these training sessions seriously was crucial to his future.

“We finished early, but we go back out tomorrow. I needed to see you.”

You smile at his endearment.

“Let’s go, I want to go to Utral Aymokriyä,” he tells you suddenly.

“Right now?! It’s nearly eclipse,” but he drags you out in the absence of concern.

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“Ma ‘Teyam! The sun has already set. Your father will kill us— you if he determines we are out here.”

“You worry too much, yawne (beloved).”

“You are not worrying enough,” you huff, as he slows both of you to a stop, once you have reached your destination.

The Tree of Voices is a magnificent sight, but at night, you marvel at how Eywa could have created something so beautiful. Watching as the willow tree glows its breathtaking purple hue. Surrounded by glowing green cherubs. Against Neteyam, his green eyes glimmer softly, as does his skin.

He sits on his familiar spot, resting against a rock facing Utral Aymokriyä. He tugs you down with him, placing you against his toned chest. A teasing smirk on his face as he throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.��

“You have training tomorrow with your father. I don’t want to be the reason—“

Neteyam can’t help but grow irritated (in a loving way, of course) at your worrisome ways. He hasn’t seen you in a week, since training with his father and younger brother becomes more frequent and tiresome. He just needed this moment to relax, and who better to do it with than his yawne.

He cups your jaw gently, silencing you in the moment, tilting your face to him. “I have not seen you in what feels like forever. Let yourself be the reason I am happy and easy. Hm?”

You smile shyly at his admission. Letting yourself relax in the arms of Neteyam entirely.

“I have missed you.” He murmurs, the pads of his thumbs running over the apples of your cheek.

“So have I. More than you know.” You reply, placing a hand behind his neck. Watching as his eyes become heavy lidded, inching his face— more so his lips— towards you.

In a blink, Neteyam wraps another arm around your trim waist, pulling you even closer. And his lips latch on top of yours in a rush.

“Neteyam,” you gasp, your hand squeezes his arm as he trails kisses down the side of your neck.

“Y/n,” he groans against your pulse point before he fastens your lips with his, cupping the back of your head.

It’s scandalous and a little degenerate to do what you do at such a sacred site. Neteyams kisses only grow fervent at the sounds you emit. The way you grip his arm or allow your tongue clash with his, just as he’s taught you.

—

Neteyam laughs at your joke, his lips never far from your temple. Your hands swim together in the air gently.

“How are singing lessons?” He asks, bringing the back of your hand to his lips.

Inwardly, you shudder at his affection. But the way the tips of your ears flicker gives you away.

“It is alright. My mother believes I will be just as good as her one day, maybe even better when I master my breathing.”

Your mother, Ninat.

“You will be. You are.” Your Neteyam assures you with conviction, his fingers dropping yours to grasp your chin.

“Thank you, ma Nateyam.”

You kiss his swollen lips, cupping his face in your palms. Lost in anything and everything him.

Yet, the sound of a clearing throat causes the two of you to jump away. Your hands drop from Neteyam’s face. Your fingers covering your lips as if it could hide what the two of you had been doing, at the sight of your clan’s Olo'eyktan: Jake Sully.

Lo’ak stands at his father's side. A guilty look on his face. He had no choice but to snitch. His father was a convincing man.

“Dad—“

“Neteyam. You should’ve been home by eclipse, what are you doing out here— never mind, don’t answer that.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “We have training tomorrow morning, did you forget?”

Neteyam rises to his feet, lending a hand to you.

“I didn’t forget. It is my fault. I— I lost track of time.”

Your stomach stirs at the sight of an intimidating Jake Sully. Your tail tucked low and ears pinned back.

Jake sighs in reply. “Lo’ak, See to it Y/n gets home safely, and make your way back home quickly. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

You look up at Neteyam in question, but when he squeezes your hand and nods softly. You know to follow his father’s orders.

“Make sure she gets home safe.” Neteyam calls after your retreating figures.

“Yes brother.” Lo’ak replies exasperated as if he didn’t already know it would be his head if anything were to happen to Y/n.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” Jake smiles, bowing his head curtly.

“Have a goodnight Mr. Sully. Goodnight Neteyam.” You reply, waving as you follow closely behind Lo’ak.

When the sound of their footsteps is no longer heard, Jake can’t help but let out a short, frustrating sigh.

“What’s going on with you son. I can expect this behavior from your brother, but you? You’ve been slacking.”

“I’m sorry, dad,” Neteyam can’t help lowering his head at the disappointment he’s embarked on his father. “I’m trying to learn to balance it all. I barely get to see her.” He raises his head once again.

Jake sighs again, unsure of what to say. How to fix this without coming off a complete jackass. Anything pertaining to his kids’ romantic lives was usually appointed to their mother. He wasn’t hopeless, but Neytiri was far better off.

But he knows one thing. With the love he feels for his mate, he’d never want to get in the way of whatever it is between you and his son.

“We’ll figure out a compromise. How does that sound?” Jake slings an arm around his eldest, letting a hand rest on top of Neteyam’s head.

“Thank you, dad.” He smiles, throwing an arm around his waist.

“Let’s head back, your mother is worried sick.” He kisses the top of his head and the two trek home.

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tonowarii · 1 year

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Hi, I love your page aesthetic it’s so cute! Could I request a Neteyam x reader fic where the reader thinks Jake is cute. And Neteyam gets all jealous and grumpy! Like super cute and fluffy. Thanks!!

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aaa thank uu!! and also thank you for bringing this idea in my head 🤠 so short im so sorry

You— What?

neteyam x gn! omaticaya! reader

"What are you saying?" Neteyam said as you sat across from him.

You sigh dreamily to tease him further, propping your chin on your fist. "I just think that your dad is cute...I mean look at him! And with the way he's looking now-" You smile, seeing Neteyam with a sour face in your peripheral vision as you looked at his dad standing, talking with his friend Norm.

"You- you find my dad 'cute'?" Neteyam said almost in disbelief.

"Yeah, I do." You said. In all honesty, you just found his dad cute, attractive, but nothing more. But once you learned that you fawning over Neteyam's dad gauged these reactions from him, and you being in a teasing mood, decided to spur him further.

"I can't believe you." Neteyam huffs, wanting you to look at him, instead, you were looking at his dad.

As if on cue, Jake turned and spots you looking at him, he sees you with his son and he sends a small smile your way before Norm had his attention again.

"My Eywa he smiled at me!" You squealed, acting like you were about to fall over as you swooned.

Neteyam looks between you and his dad. He pouted. "You know, his son is more good-looking." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh! I remember, Lo'ak looks really good in those braids of his." You smirked, finally looking at Neteyam.

Neteyam's mouth formed into an 'o' as he shakes his head once more.

"No, not him, the other one!"

"Hm?" You tilt your head at him. You chuckle, seeing your mate being grumpy and jealous all of a sudden. Neteyam scrunches his nose at you, before he was tugging you towards him, making you stumble on his lap as your arms went and wrapped around him.

"I said, I am more good-looking than any of them. Why choose me?" Neteyam whispered to you as you pulled away from him.

You laugh, grabbing both his hands and pressing kisses to his knuckles. The action made Neteyam's demeanor break as he returned to his old self, eyes looking at your lips before darting at your eyes, warmth spreading his cheeks.

"You big baby, of course they're nothing compared to you, my fine warrior." You say, squeezing his hands.

Your words filling his ears sends his tail perking up, swishing behind him.

"But you're dad is really cute I'm not going to lie-"

"(Y/N)!"

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nattikay · 1 year

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THEY ALL LOOK SO HAPPYYYYY 😭💙🥺😭

also the way Neytiri goes on to cradle Jake’s head against her and also also smol Lo’ak looking just like his dad ahhhhhhhhhhh 😭😭😭

#STILL MY MOST FAVORITEST SHOT IN THE WHOLE MOVIE WAAAAAAA 😭#and also JAKE HAS SUCH HARDCORE FELINE VIBES IN THAT FIRST ONE LOOK AT HIM HE'S JUST A HAPPY LITTLE KITTYCAT #SOB #avatar #avatar 2 #way of water #sully family #jake sully #neytiri #neteyam #kiri #lo'ak #tuktirey #jeytiri

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starneteyam · 1 year

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ELEGANT ★

🖇️ char. Neteyam x Metkayina! Fem! Reader

🖇️ warn. None, fluff, very long

🎥 In which you are the eldest daughter of the chief of the Metkayina, and upon arrival of the Omitikayans, you fall for a particular someone

You watched with a shaky breath as your father welcomed the forest people into your home, knowing what responsibilities you now held. The children of theirs seemed to be the same age as you and your siblings. “My children will guide your children.” Your father finished. “But father-” Started Ao’nung, stepping forward to complain, but you hushed him, stopping him with your arm. “That is enough, Ao’nung. We will treat them as our brothers and sister.” You told him, eyes piercing into his as a warning. You were the eldest, and your father had made sure you knew that. You must be responsible, noble, and elegant.

Ao’nung shut his mouth the second you opened yours, not opening it again. You stepped forward. “Who is the eldest?” You asked the Sully siblings, chin held high with pride. A boy, much larger and taller than you, stepped out of the crowd. “That would be me. I am Neteyam.” His voice was like liquid gold, beautiful and soft, both also mighty and stern. You held eye contact, before bringing your fingers to your forehead. “Oel ngati kameie.” (I see you), you said with grace, your voice gentle to prove your maturity. “Oel ngati kameie.” He greeted back, his eyes fluttering as he said so.

Tsireya grinned, excited by the newcomers and waving for them to follow. “Come, I will show you the village.” She laughed. It was not everyday that outsiders came, so you understood her joy, but you made sure to keep your calm. Your eyes flickered towards the eldest, who seemed like a reflection of you. He was quiet, and kept calm, unlike his childish siblings. His eyes met yours, and you couldn’t help but shy away. You silently cursed to yourself. He had won.

To live in the water, they would have to be able to ride an Ilu, the dire-horse of the sea. You knew they rode the tsurak, but taming an Ilu was much harder. You would have to withstand the weight and pressure of the water, while also making a connection with the Ilu. You stood in the water, next to Neteyam, a hand on the head of his Ilu to keep it in place. While Ao’nung, Rotxo, and Tsireya would try and teach Kiri, Lo’ak, and Tuktirey, you were in charge of teaching Neteyam.

“Remember, you must keep a good composure or the water will reject you.” You told him, signaling waves with your arms to teach better. “I understand.” He said, mounting his Ilu. “Be calm, imagine the waves and the water,” Your fingers gently caressed the water, “not the tides and the tsunamis.” You splashed the water, some getting on him. He laughed, and you found yourself laughing, too. You both flinched when there was a violent splash next to you, and watched as Lo’ak lost control of his Ilu and went speeding and crashing into the water. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t be like him.” You advised, to which he awkwardly laughed at, embarrassed by his brother.

You pulled him out of the water, onto the reef, just the two of you. “You are not very good at holding your breath.” You said in a soft voice, afraid of offending him. He only smiled shyly, making your cheeks warm. “Teach me.” He demanded, scooting closer to you. Surprised, you widened your eyes, ears flickering in caution. “Please.” He added. You let out a breath through your nose, nodding as you sat straight. “You must breathe in deep. But do not just breathe in, fill your lungs until your upper half is full.” You instructed, before breathing deeply through your mouth. He tried to copy, but you could tell he wasn’t doing it correctly by the way his breath sounded.

“Wrong.” You spat, sitting directly in front of him. “Start here.” You placed your hand on his stomach, not failing to notice how he flinched against your touch. He cleared his throat, before beginning to breathe in. You slowly traced your fingers up the middle of his stomach, to his chest, guiding his breathing. “Slowly, fill your lungs from the bottom of your stomach.” You mumbled. Your fingers lay gently on his broad chest, and you scowled. He wasn’t doing it correctly, again. “It is wrong.” You huffed.

His eyes flickered to yours. “Please, I cannot focus.” He said in a low voice, both of his hands gently grabbing yours that was on his chest, slowly pushing it towards yourself. You almost didn’t hear him, but you grew embarrassed because of your actions. “I am sorry.” You apologized, realizing how unprofessional you had been. “I am not.” He said, still gripping onto your hand. You stared at him, and he stared back. He was strange.

You sat with Neteyam on the deck, the two of you alone and laughing away, joking and sharing conversations. The sky was dark, the freckles on your face illuminating your faces, a single lamp sitting between you two as you both dipped your feet into the cold water. “No, like this. Thank you.” You slowly said, showing him the sign language. He clumsily did the same, and you smiled, proud for him. “Yes, exactly.” You laughed, covering your mouth. He laughed back.

The two of your laughters died down, now sitting in a comfortable silence, the sound of nature enveloping you. “What else would you like to learn?” You asked, tilting your head and resting your head on your own shoulder, swinging your feet against the water. He stayed silent, his mouth closing and opening repeatedly, obviously hesitant. “How do you say, you are beautiful?” Your head turned towards him, eyes wide in surprise. But you quickly recollected yourself. He probably didn’t mean it for you, you told yourself.

He must have another woman back at Omiticaya, though they would probably never meet again. Even so, he didn’t say that to you. “You are beautiful.” You said, slowly doing the gestures with your hands. He stared dead at you, eyes half lidded, entranced with your beauty. “You are beautiful.” He echoed, his voice softer and quieter than before, but with more truth. You ignored him. He didn’t mean it for you.

You followed behind Neteyam, hearing noises of your siblings fighting. When you arrived, there stood Ao’nung, Rotxo, Kiri, and Lo’ak, all glaring daggers at each other. Neteyam stepped forward against your little brothers, menacingly. “You heard him. Don’t touch my sister.” He warned, a finger pointed in Ao’nung’s face. Ao’nung, hesitant, but complied. He raised his hands in defeat, a smirk on his face. You watched, embarrassed of your brothers, as Neteyam and his siblings turned to leave. You stepped forward, your brother and his friends noticing you and immediately cowering upon seeing the angered expression on your face.

“You fools. You are stupid, and childish. You bring embarrassment and shame to our people!” You whisper yelled, deciding not to raise your voice in front of the Sully siblings to keep some pride. Then, Lo’ak turned, raising his hand in front of Ao’nung’s face. “You know what? Yeah, I may be part alien. Look, look, you see that?” He explained, waving his five fingers in front of Ao’nung’s face. “But here’s a cool thing I can do. Watch. If I fold my fingers like this, and then I-” He cut himself off, swinging at Ao’nung’s face and hitting him square in the jaw.

You gasped, watching as Lo’ak hit him two more times, before Ao’nung sprung back at him, the two of them tangled on the floor as they fought one another. Rotxo soon joined in, holding Lo’ak back, before Neteyam got involved. You stood next to Kiri, watching the boys fight like idiots. Kiri laughed, amused, while you huffed. You were a woman, you would not fight. But you were a sister, so you would stop them. “Stop, Ao’nung. Stop!” You yelled, pulling Ao’nung back by the shoulders, him resisting as he tried to hit Lo’ak once more. “Stop!” You got on your knees to pull him back, until you felt Ao’nung’s elbow connect with your face.

Movement stopped, and everybody stood still. Kiri stopped laughing, mouth now hung open. You may fight a boy like a fool, or make fun of a girl’s strangeness — but you do not touch a man’s daughter. Ao’nung held his breath, afraid, while the Sully siblings stared in anticipation. You turned your head towards your brother’s, eyes wide and full of fury, nose scrunched and teeth baring in anger. You stood up. “Stand.” You ordered.

Ao’nung did not stand. “Stand!” You yelled, him flinching as he did so. “Come.” You said, voice shaking from rage as you tried to keep your calm. You refused to humiliate your reputation any further in front of the eldest of the son of Toruk Makto. You stood still, him slowly walking towards you, afraid. He yelped as you grabbed his braid, before pushing him in front of you, walking off.

You stood next to Neteyam the next day, just in the middle of apologizing for your brother’s actions from the day before, when Ao’nung ran up to the both of you. “Neteyam.” He summoned, standing in front of you. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him, the expression on his face displaying that he did something regrettable. “Forgive me, but your brother…” He trailed off, trying to find the words to say it. You sneered, hitting the side of his head with your palm. “Spit it out!” You urged.

“Well, he had come and asked for forgiveness, so for truce, we drove him out to the outer reefs. We had left him there, as a joke, but he was attacked by a creature.” He spat out. Your hands covered your mouth, both in shock and fear. You nervously looked at Neteyam, and anger and anxiousness showed on his face. You grit your teeth. Nothing in this world could express the anger you felt towards your brother. “You idiot! You fool!” You hit him with your fist, hard on his skull, but he only felt a bit of pain, as you were only meat and bones. “We must go find Jake’Suli, but after, I will kill you myself.” You then snarled at him, your teeth showing as you hissed.

“Hitting my brother is forgiven. Leaving him for death is not.” Neteyam scowled, grabbing Ao’nung by the braid. On any other occasion, you would defend your brother, but right now, you couldn’t even look at him.

Lo’ak was found with bruises and scratches, but no major injuries. Your heart hurt, seeing what your brother and his childish friends had done to him. You stood next to your mother, your family standing tall as Jake Sully and his family stood before you. Jake didn’t seem too angry, probably not wanting to make it a big deal. His siblings, nonchalant. His mother was angry, but at Lo’ak. You thought Neytiri was beautiful. She was noble and filled with pride, but brave and strong.

You held your head down in shame, knowing how much trouble you were in. You were in charge of your brother. This was your fault.

“Come on, Lo’ak.” Jake Sully said, hand on his back as his family walked away. Your father turned to Ao’nung. “Is this true, Ao’nung? Did you try to stop Lo’ak from going over the reef?” He asked, hand on your brother’s shoulder. Ao’nung sighed, nodding. You knew this was a lie, and you became more disappointed in your brother. You made note to scold him harshly, later. Then, your father turned to you, and you flinched.

“You. Where were you?” Your mother snarled, and you held your chin low, hands in front of you. “I was apologizing to Neteyam for Ao’nung’s actions from the day before, ma’am.” You spoke quietly. Your father stayed silent. “And you will apologize to his family again. Go.” Your father ordered, shooing you off. You bowed your head, shooting a glare at Ao’nung, before running after the Sully family. You reached their home quietly, slowing down and listening in to make sure you came at a good time.

You peered into their home, not seeing Lo’ak, but only Tuktirey in her mother’s arms, Jake scolding Neteyam. “And where were you? What happened to watching your brother?” He said, his voice not raised, but stern and full of authority. You felt a chill on your back. Jake Sully was dominating, and even you could feel that. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault, sir.” Your heart ached, watching Neteyam. You knew exactly what it felt like. You stepped forward, their heads turning to you and acknowledging your presence.

“I am sorry for interrupting. I have come to apologize for my idiot brother.” You stepped closer, trying not to cower from the intense stares of Jake and Neytiri. “I have no excuse.” You finished. Jake let out a sigh, a small smile on his face. He placed a hand on top of your head, as if viewing you as his daughter. “Don’t worry about it.” He comforted, and you stared at the ground. “Tell your father we’re truly sorry for Lo’ak.” He said, his hands now crossed in front of his chest.

You shook your head. “He has already forgiven.” You said, knowing your father would say the same thing. Jake smiled. “You’re dismissed.” He said softly. You hesitated, staring at Neteyam, him staring at you back. This didn’t go unnoticed by Jake, and he waved his arm. “You too. Get out of here.” He gestures towards Neteyam. He bowed his head, jogging to catch up to you as the two of you left. “I must admit, it is charming how responsible you are.” You let the words slip out your mouth, and his ears flickered. He was nervous.

“Thank you.” He murmured shyly. The two of you walked in silence, but a question lingered your mind. Your cheeks warmed, just thinking about it. You opened your mouth, finally. “Have you chosen a woman, back at Omiticaya?” Your voice was so quiet, part of you wishing he didn’t hear you — but he did. He stopped in his tracks, his tail swinging behind him. He let out a breath. “What?” You felt embarrassment from the question, so you turned your head. “Never mind.”

He stepped in front of you, his hands on your shoulders so you would look at him. “I- I have not chosen a woman. Yet.” He added, an urgency in his voice. You couldn’t help but feel glad at his answer, smiling. “Has a man chosen you?” He mumbled. Your ears twitched, nervous as his hands on his shoulders slid down your arms, holding your wrists. “I have not chosen them back.” You whispered, moving your arms so your hands would be in his.

He held his hands out, and you traced your fingers along the tiny scars on his palms. “But I have chosen, now.” You said in a hushed tone, your eyes averting from his hands to his eyes. His hands gripped yours, eyes flickering between you and your lips. “Then so have I.” He whispered as he leaned in. Your heart was beating out of your chest, closing your eyes. You felt his lips on yours, and you couldn’t help but let out a breath, as if saying “finally”.

He smiled into the kiss, your lips moving in perfect synchronization. His hands let go of yours, cupping the sides of your face. Yours laid gently on his stomach as he deepened the kiss. You felt your throat tighten up, wanting to laugh in joy. You have never knew that you could feel this way — not until him. He pulled away, out of breath, and you laughed. “You are still horrible at taking deep breaths.” You teased, and he laughed back.

“I can not take deep breaths if my heartbeat is fast.” He took your hand and placed in on his chest, above his heart. Indeed, his heart was beating out of his chest. You stayed in silence, eyes lingering on each other. “I see you.” You whispered. He closed his eyes, placing his forehead against yours. “I see you.” He said back, not a single ounce of hesitance in his voice.

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mydearlybeloathed · 11 months

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Hiii! Can you do neteyam x fem!na’vi reader where they first start dating; it’s kinda awkward cuddling and kissing and it feels unnatural to the reader from not being loved on enough as a child and neteyam confronts reader saying like “do I make you feel uncomfortable?” And readers like “no im sorry I just was never showed this much affection.” And he reassures her abt, it if that makes sense!, Thank you <3

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you weren’t exactly used to the affection neteyam so easily gave you.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: neteyam sully x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: mention of death, harsh parental figure

𝐚/𝐧: this was so fun to write. it kinda came out a bit more angsty than I intended. I hope its what you wanted :)

also i made up a na'vi word: Le'awtulant. its a combo of le'awtu (lonely) and lante (wander).

It hadn't been but a few months since Neteyam completed his rite of passage, going through each trial and coming out victorious. He was a man, the heir of Toruk Makto, and everyone had their eyes on him.

You'd completed your passage just before him, becoming an adult in the eyes of your clan, and quickly grew a reputation for being quite the hunter among the older Na'vi.

Despite what your guardian, Zet'ka, advised, you hadn't put any effort into searching for a mate out of the many young Na'vi in the clan. Thinking about it sent a rush of nerves into your belly. The most recent time Zet'ka brought it up, you'd gone quiet and stilled in the fixing of your bow.

"I'm just saying," she says, watching as your careful movements continued. "You are a beautiful woman, and you have a strong heart. You could have anyone you wanted if you stopped being so elusive."

You rolled your eyes, ears going flat against your head. Your tail flickered in annoyance, your hands not as gentle as before as you restrung your bow. "I have other things to focus on, Zet'ka."

"Like what?" Your ears twitched at the sternness in her voice.

Zet'ka was always firm, ever since you were a child, left with no parents after an accident in the Hallelujah Mountains. They'd happened upon an ikran nest full of eggs, and... it hadn't gone well.

A sharp tug on your braids had you recoiling from the woman. Zet'ka gripped your shoulder and put you back in place. "Still. Your hair is a mess, Y/N."

You sat and waited for her to finish, gripping your bow as every pull of her hands had you wincing. Zet'ka meant well, she always did, but she'd never smiled as far as you know, and raised you to be a warrior worthy to be counted Omatikaya.

It had been some time since you'd connected with the spirit tree, and you wondered if going back might do you some good. Maybe your parents would appear to you this time.

Zet'ka finished your braids by the time night had fallen, and the clan was beginning to tire from a day of work. The woman patted your shoulder before standing. "I raised you to be better than this. I raised you as a warrior, not Le'awtulant."

You flinched at the word, your hands tightening into uncomfortable fists. Lonely wanderer. Someone the clan doesn't know what to make of. A familiar outsider.

Zet'ka sighed. "You know I only want what's best for you, Y/N."

You stood and faced her with a rigid back, eyes and expression steady. "I know, Zet'ka."

She left you there, allowing you to relax under her scrutinizing eyes. Exhausted, you headed to your hammock high up in the trees overlooking the village. You'd made it halfway there when rain began to fall from the sky, causing your body to sag with the weight of the day.

With your ears flat and tail drooped, arms wrapped around yourself, you hurried for the first dry place you could think of: Olo'eyktan Jake.

It had been awkward, asking the chief for shelter from the rain. It was no secret you were one of the loners of the clan. So, he just nodded as he directed you to find his daughters' hut, just along the next branch of the large tree.

You gave him a grateful nod and headed over, rushing through the increasingly heavy rain. You thought you heard thunder in the distance, but it didn't really settle in. Because now you were standing in front of the entrance to the chief's daughters' hut, and you had no idea what to say.

Tuk and Kiri were nice. You often saw them around the village when you weren't out hunting with the others. Kiri hung out with the alien, the one they call Spider, an awful lot. Tuk could often be found making mischief anywhere she went.

But you'd never spoken to them before. Sure, you knew of each other, but only because you and Kiri used to play together as children, before your parents passed and before she clung to Spider like glue.

Pushing your hand against the flap of the hut, you peeked inside to find the sisters stoking the fire at the center of the circle room. Kiri's eyes darted to you the moment the flap came undone from where she'd tied it down. Her ears twitched curiously. "Y/N?"

You waved with an awkward smile. "Hi, Kiri. Uhm, Olo'eyktan told me to come here, since I usually stay in a hammock and... it's raining so..."

Tuk's face erupted into a bright smile. "Come on, come on."

Kiri pointed as you stepped inside. "And secure that flap."

You did as she directed and turned, fiddling with the beads around your neck. "I'm sorry to be intruding, I--"

"Don't worry," Kiri said, grinning just slightly. "We have room--"

All three of you jerked as thunder cracked against the sky. Your heart skipped as your eyes flickered over the ceiling, waiting. The rain only grew in power.

Kiri looked back at you, then at the roof. She waved you over as she sat down on the surplus of woven blankets she and Tuk had laid out. "Come 'ere. It's warmer near the center."

You wasted no time in making your way over, welcoming the warm feel of the flames as you accepted the blanket Tuk offered you. "Thanks."

The thunder returned, louder than before. Tuk flinched into Kiri's side.

Not even a second later, the flap reopened, this time letting in a gust of wind that nearly took out the fire. You and Kiri growled in unison as you whipped around to see two figures stumbling inside, bickering as they did.

"Neteyam!" Lo'ak hissed, trying to reach for the flap as it whipped around in the wind. "Close it! Close it!"

The elder Sully fell inside, literally, yelping as he tripped over his brother's feet. Tuk leaped up and ran to help, gripping onto the flap in seconds and having it tied back down and extra secure in seconds. No wind got inside after that.

The lot of you stayed in silence for a moment, before Kiri huffed and stood to swat at her brothers. "Idiots! Both of you!"

Lo'ak hissed when she slapped his arm, pursing his lips. Neteyam stood, his braids hanging over his face before he tossed them back. Both of them were soaking wet, getting water all over the floor. Neteyam caught your gaze, his heavy breathing calming as you darted your eyes away.

"What are you doing?" Kiri asked, incredulous, hands on her hips.

Neteyam turned away from you, straightening out his shoulders just for him to laugh bashfully under Kiri's stare. He rubbed at the back of his neck and shot Lo'ak a teasing grin. "Lo'ak--"

"We!" Lo'ak shouted pointedly. "We--"

"We," Neteyam continued, grinning. "Were scared."

Kiri rolled her eyes so far they could've disappeared into her skull. "Fine. Just don't fling water on me."

You couldn't help but snort at the exchange, hiding your smile behind your hand. Lo'ak noticed you then, tilting his head in question. "Y/N?"

Before you could even formulate a reply, Neteyam spoke up as he went to kneel by Kiri. "She sleeps out in the trees, Lo'ak. The storm forced her inside."

Your brows rose at that, tail flicking curiously. "Yeah, what he said."

The night dragged on, no one being able to sleep with the storm in full rage outside. Somehow, you'd been rearranged in your seats, so now you and Neteyam found yourselves side by side, some good space between you.

Though, every once in a while, his tail would brush yours, causing you to tense and wrap the excited appendage around yourself.

You didn't know how the conversation drifted to the subject of mates, but you wanted to change it very fast. But, unlike with Zet'ka, you weren't the one the teasing was directed at.

Lo'ak's eyes danced mischievously. "And then this real Cassanova--"

"Lo'ak."

"--he steps on her tail--"

"Lo'ak."

"--and says he's not interested." The younger Sully brother shook his head in amusement. "And Mom wonders why Neteyam hasn't landed a woman yet."

The man in question sits stiffly, his arms resting on his knees, his eyes narrowed at his brother. His tail brushes your side in its angry sweep across the floor. "Shut up."

Kiri rolls her eyes for what was probably the tenth time that night and scooted closer to the flames. "Leave him alone, Lo. He doesn't have to choose a mate if he doesn't want to."

Something about her words made you feel validated, and you found yourself speaking up for the first time. "If you're so concerned, Lo'ak, surely you've got your eye on someone, right? You've almost completed your passage."

Now with the attention thrown on him, Lo'ak didn't look so amused anymore. He grumbled something under his breath. "... No."

You tsked, dragging your gaze to meet Neteyam's next to you. "Ah, yeah. Too bad things with that one girl didn't work out."

Lo'ak's ears fell flat against his head. "You swore."

You ignored him, turning further to face Neteyam as his expression shifted from frustration to hilarity. "So I'm sitting up in my hammock, right?"

"Y/N."

"Just carving into some wood."

"Y/N."

"Hush. And I look down to see Lo'ak with the sweetest girl. Nali, I think." Kiri gasped, catching on, grinning from ear to ear. Lo'ak was burying himself in the blankets, probably hoping for suffocation. "He calls her pretty and gives her a flower, not listening to a word she tries to say, just for her intended to jump out and shove him away."

The laugh that escapes Neteyam is a hearty sound, light and easy on the ears. Tuk and Kiri laughed too, but you really only heard him. The sound made it difficult to look away from him, but you managed, if only to see the mess that was Lo'ak. From somewhere amidst his blanket tomb, he raised his middle finger.

Lifting your own three-fingered hand, you push down your first two digits and hold up the third. You stare at the gesture as Lo'ak emerges to find you squinting at your hands. "I don't understand your four-fingered gesture."

Your response only sent the other four into a fit of laughter that had you confused, but giggling along with them all the same. By morning, you were sad to see the storm fading, having had too much fun just talking with the Sully kids.

It'd been too long since you'd let yourself relax like that, you realized.

You thought that things would go back to normal, and you would stick to yourself like you always had, only talking to the others in your hunting party and Zet'ka on occasion, but you were very wrong.

Months went by where a day hadn't ended till at least one of the Sully kids had found you, wherever you were hiding that day. Sometimes it was Tuk who needed someone to force her siblings to let her tag along with them. Or Neteyam wanted to hunt with her. Other days Lo'ak invited her to explore with Kiri and Spider. Neteyam would ask to fly on the ikran together. Kiri would beg you to join in her healing lessons, hoping your presence would force away the boredom. Neteyam just wanted to talk sometimes. A lot of the time he just wanted to talk, or fly, or hunt, or just about anything of the like.

It made you blush to think about it.

The name Neteyam became as easy as breathing. You actively searched him out in a crowd, finding his eyes already having found you. You hadn't ever laughed as much as he made you laugh, smiled as much as he made you smile.

Soon enough, you couldn't deny the growing tension festering between you and the elder Sully brother. You couldn't deny it, not in your heart, but you could avoid it just fine.

That's what you were doing now as you stormed through the dense forest, paying no mind to the man trailing in your wake. Your heart beat more wildly in your chest each time he said your name.

"Y/N," he called, trying to reach for your hand. "What's wrong? What did I do?"

"Nothing!" You exasperated, finally turning and throwing your hands up. "You've done nothing."

He didn't look convinced. "Then why," he demanded, "are you actively running away from me." Your tail swished defensively at that. "All I asked was if you wanted to stay with Kiri again. Rain clouds are rolling in."

In the quiet that followed, all you could do with cross your arms and look somewhere behind him, almost haughty when you said, "You make a good point, and I'm choosing to ignore it."

Neteyam cracked a grin, taking a step closer to you. You stood and watched, your ears darting forward at the sound of a twig underfoot. "Are you upset with me?"

Though he smiled, the question in his eyes was desperate. He was desperate to fix anything he had done. It sent you into a tizzy of slight guilt and the urge to assure him he was nothing but perfect in your eyes. Your cheeks warmed at the sudden thought.

"No," you said with a sigh, your arms dropping to your sides. "I appreciate your concern, Neteyam. I think I'll see if Zet'ka will let me in. I don't want to burden your sisters--"

"You're kidding, right?" He was almost laughing at you now. "They love you. Kiri was the one who wanted me to ask, actually."

Your tail wriggled excitedly. "She did?"

He nodded, tilting his head as his braids fell over his shoulder with the movement. Then, his expression wasn't so humorous, thoughts racing behind his eyes. "Is it so hard to believe?"

You turned away from him, starting to continue your walk, pushing a large leaf out of your way. "Maybe."

In seconds he was walking at your side, his eyes on your profile. "Well, believe it. All three of them speak only highly of you."

"And you?" The words were out before you could stop them. Wincing, you made another turn, hopping over a fallen log.

His brief silence made your embarrassment worsen, but it was quickly--very quickly--replaced with a panicked jump of your heart. "A day has not ended till Lo'ak tells me to shut up about you."

Your hand froze in its path of pushing down a loose tree branch. Shaking your head, you surged on through the forest. Neteyam noticed the tension in your whole body; how your tail was alert and your back too properly straight.

Thoughts scrambled around your head up until you stopped at the bank of a river gently cutting across the forest floor. When you sensed Neteyam at your shoulder, you turned your face away from him, saying softly, "I have no one to speak to, but if I did, I'd speak only of you."

Hesitantly, Neteyam's hand found your wrist, gently sliding down to intertwine your fingers. You sucked in a sharp breath, not daring to look at him. The feel of his hand on yours, the way his soft exhale fanned your neck, it was almost too much.

Closing your eyes, you evened out your breathing. "You make me crazy."

"Funny," he whispered. "I think I was crazy till I got to know you."

You grinned despite yourself, recalling that little boy who used to tug on your tail just to make you angry. "You were."

"Look at me." You faltered at the words, not so much a command, but a delicately toned question. "Please."

Without so much as a pause, you'd turned, hand adjusting in his, and met his eyes that burned right into you. How long had it been since you'd befriended him? Three months? Four? It felt like a lifetime. You'd always known him, in your mind, known him as well as you knew yourself.

You knew his favorite hunting spot, the way he liked to string his bow, how he braided his hair. You think you'd memorized each stripe on his body with the way you so often gazed at his toned muscles.

It was terrifying, but Neteyam had fought his way into your heart, no matter how much you tried to force him out.

"You don't have to be so guarded... I See you, Y/N."

His hand moved to cup your face, drawing you out of your thoughts. You flinched away, surprised, suddenly stepping out of his reach. Your arms wrapped around you, shivering though the air wasn't cold. You refused to look at him again.

"I'm sorry," he said, stepping further away from you. "I didn't... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, it's..." You sighed, frustrated with words and how they so often escape you. With a hand to your temple, you glance up at him, praying that Eywa will give you the right things to say. "You know what they call me."

Neteyam nodded. "I do." He ducked his head to catch your eyes when you returned them to the ground. "I don't care what they say."

"Neither do I," you snap. A sigh leaves you. "But they're right. I'm... not used to this."

He looks confused as you gesture at the space between you. "Used to what?"

"This! You." Your gaze interlocks with his. Your veins tingled, the forest around you seeming to still as Eywa answered with a supply of just the right words. "How kind you are to me. How much I care for you. How easily you just say things and mean them. I'm jealous."

Your heart was quick and your eyes were like a fire bearing your innermost thoughts in its tendrils. "And I'm scared. You will grow tired of me. A Le'awtulant is not a Tsahik."

In an instant his brows were drawn and his lips curved down into a scowl. "Don't call yourself that."

Ears flat against his head, he steps closer, leaving just enough room between the two of you. "You are Y/N. Not what they say you are. Not what Zet'ka says you are."

Never had you felt so see-through as his fangs bared at the sound of your guardian's name. Was her coldness so obvious, or was it the way you cowered from her, how you clung to her every word?

Either way, you felt a burn in your throat as Neteyam stepped closer still, yet not enough. "You are you, not a cruel label." His hand extended, palm up, his eyes losing the ferocity just enough for you to feel his sincerity.

"You are Y/N, and I See you." He watched you stare at his hand, silently begging you to believe what he was saying "You won't ever have to wander again, if you'll have me."

Swift, your hand slipped into his, and your body collided with his. You left his hand and wrapped your arms around his middle before you could lose your nerve. Cringing, you waited.

His touch was featherlight as he embraced you tightly. Your face relaxed as your temple rested on his shoulder and his own leaned against your head. A shiver ran up your spine as his tail wound around your leg, yours in turn brushing along his thigh instinctively.

So softly you feared he might actually hear you, you spoke, "I See you, Neteyam."

He pulled back, his movements slow, and touched his forehead to yours. A barely there smile rose to his face, and soon a matching one appeared on yours. Rain started to trickle down through the trees, sending the two of you into soft laughter.

You hadn't mated that evening. Neither of you were too eager to grow up too much too fast. For now, things were gradual, and just slightly more obvious to all those around.

If someone wanted to find Y/N, they were directed to find Neteyam. If someone was in search of Neteyam, they should find Y/N. You knew the whispers, and so did he. The future Olo'eyktan with a Le'awtulant? The both of you happily ignored everything anyone had to say about the matter.

Jake was shocked. He recalled how his jaw fell slack as he watched the pair of you from across the hunting party's bonfire. His son left a swift kiss on your cheek, and you shied away with a gentle smile, reaching to take his hand as your tails twinned together.

He was happy, just shocked. He always took you for the celibate type, so to speak.

Neytiri wasn't so surprised. She had a keen eye and even sharper ears. The mother saw how his son gazed at you with an air of fondness and longing. She noticed how your eyes always lingered on him a little longer than needed.

She knew it was only a matter of time before tensions and stares came to fruition.

As for Zet'ka, she never addressed it outright. But you could see from her approving glances and subtle nods that she was happy for you, or as happy as such a woman could be.

Time moved on, and each slight touch from your lover didn't elicit an awkward flick of your ears as often. After some time, it was you who reached up to kiss his face, littering featherlight touches to his jaw and brow and eyes--and then his lips.

You would tug on the end of his tail as you walked past him. You only giggled when he whipped around, fangs bared in a hiss, only for his whole face to soften at the sound of your laugh.

Mo'at promptly swept you under her metaphorical wing, saying her grandson's mate would have to know a thing or two about healing. If you were to be Tsahik one day, she told you, you'd have to know the job.

You felt honored each time she said something like that.

Slowly, as each day drew on, you found yourself being brought into the Sully family whether you liked it or not (you liked it more than you would admit).

Every night--the one's that weren't marked by a rainshower--you and Neteyam climbed up through the branches of the trees, up to the hammock you used to call home, but now called just a place, where you slept in the arms of your beloved.

The people who called you the name you didn't care to remind yourself of fell few and far between, till no one could remember the Le'awtulant of Omaticaya, and only knew Y/N, most likely to be Neteyam's Tsahik.

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odysirena · 1 year

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if you ask me why

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pairing: lo'ak x gn!metkayina!reader

summary: Lo'ak, your long time friend, asks you to set him up with Tsireya.

tags: mutual pining, (kinda) idiots to lovers (2.6k)

“No.”

Lo’ak sighs at your response, “Bro! Why not? You literally have nothing to lose!”

Said boy has been trailing you ever since you denied his request to set him up with your best friend.

You stop walking to give him a pointed stare. The boy shrinking down sheepishly under your gaze, “It has been an hour. Are you not tired of constantly whining like a child?”

You turn around, not waiting for an answer, smiling to yourself when you hear the sound of his footsteps from behind you. “Just tell me why you’re saying no and I’ll stop, I promise.”

Your steps come to a halt at his words causing his body crashing with yours. Ow, shit, bro what the fuck?! Ow, ow, ow.

“Stop whining and maybe I will,” Lo’ak straightens his back, assuming a salute position before he realises you have no knowledge when it comes to human military.

He racks his brain and rummages through memories for something to say that would hold significance to you, “Do you pinky promise?”

Lo’ak’s smile grows wider at the memory that’s been resurfaced by the simple question. He watches as the corners of your mouth twitch into an almost smile.

(You’ve been giving him a lot of those lately, he collects every image his mind is able to capture and stores them in a box, pulling them up when he’s down, convincing himself that he’s only remembering the memory of your almost smiles because the jokes that led to them were funny.)

The serious nod that you respond to his question with has him mirroring the expression on your face, the smile quickly returns though.

Because you wrap your hand around his fourth finger, pulling at it lightly before you seriously say, “Your pinky finger is now mine.”

It takes everything in him to hold in his laugh at your display.

He will never admit it but a small part of him is endeared. Your willingness to indulge in his humanity with no prejudice despite your friends’ opinions always makes him feel grateful.

No one will ever be able to claw this out of him but any time he’s particularly down, he always thinks of that day.

The day he let someone fully hold his hand without pulling away.

He was having a particularly bad day. Payakan was away, he got in trouble with his dad, the icing on the cake? Ao’nung’s friend called him a freak again.

Your consolation came with a mask of curiosity.

He knows your curiosity didn’t pop up randomly.

Because nothing about anything you did was ever random, it’s almost like your very being was fueled by pure intention.

Well-timed dialogues, perfectly executed jokes, compliments disguised as insults.

The next thing he knew he was laughing, the sour cloud over his head dispersing without him even noticing.

So when you asked him about his fourth finger, he responded with a joke.

(In his defence, how was he supposed to know you’d believe him when he said that wrapping a hand around the fourth finger and pretending to pull it off sealed a promise?)

A part of him thinks you know, another, content with ignorant bliss.

“I like you, Lo’ak.”

Your statement effectively shakes him off the rabbit hole of a memory, his eyes widening and jaw going slack in the process.

“Excuse me?” Lo’ak says uselessly.

You should see yourself right now.

Your heart feels like it’s going to leave your body and bury itself at the bottom of the ocean.

Your mind feels like it's going to explode with how fast it's racing, coming up with ways to rationalise your sudden confession.

But all an outsider would see is the tilt of your head. Emotions tucked away from your face, buried behind the person you've spent years being.

“You asked me why I don’t want to ‘set you up’ with Tsireya?” Another tilt of head at an attempt at indifference, “Did you already forget? You trailed me around for an hour?”

You stare at his dumbfounded face and realise he wouldn’t be able to form a response within the next minute. So you smile to yourself and turn to leave.

You pause, turning around slowly and reaching for a hand. The same one you plucked a pinky finger out of.

You make a display of returning it, smiling up at him as you do, “I told you I wouldn’t break it.”

Later, if asked why you turned down his request in favour of telling him you like him, the answer would be simple.

Why would you push him towards another person when you want him for yourself?

–

“There’s just no way,” Kiri and Neteyam say in unison.

Lo’ak huffs and rolls his eyes, “Guys! I swear I’m not joking.”

When the two don’t budge, he turns to their youngest, “Tuk! You believe me right?”

Tuk scrunches her face, “I don’t know,” she trails off, “aren’t they a bit too good for you?”

Her statement brings a laugh out of Neteyam and Kiri. Lo’ak rolls his eyes but the smile on his face is difficult to miss.

“Okay wait, let me clarify,” Kiri says, walking towards him as she does, “You were begging them to set you up with Tsireya,” Lo’ak nods slowly, “And when they refused and you asked why and they said it was because they ‘like’ you,” Kiri’s quotation marks warrant another eye roll from Lo’ak.

Lo’ak knows it sounds ridiculous. He wouldn’t believe it to be real himself if his heart wasn’t currently suffering from the repercussions of the smile you gave him.

So he aggressively nods his head at Kiri, “Yes! Bro! Exactly!”

Kiri looks between him and Neteyam, her jaw slacked, “Oh. He’s not joking.”

“You skxawng, why would you ask them to set you up with Tsireya?” Neteyam asks, amusement obvious in his voice.

The question has Lo’ak throwing his hands up in the air, “What do you mean why? Is it forbidden?”

Kiri shrugs, “Not really,” she gives him a teasing look, “But why are you asking the person you like to set you up with another girl?”

Lo’ak screeches, “The person I– WHAT?!”

His siblings laugh at him as he stands mortified.

Their parents call them from inside the marui, something about food being ready.

Before Neteyam follows their sisters to go inside, he grabs the back of Lo’ak’s head with a smile on his face, “Perhaps you’re in need of some introspection brother.”

–

Ao’nung was starting to get annoyed.

When you barged in on him weaving and told him you would wait till he’s done–fully understanding that the activity required utmost patience–he was grateful.

The sound of your footsteps filling the empty area as you pace back and forth has his fingers slipping up and making more mistakes than he’d like.

He sighs in relief when Näyì, the third member of your trio, enters the marui. Putting the straws down and cracking his knuckles before he speaks, “Thank Eywa, please put me out of my misery.”

You stop pacing and stick your tongue out at him–a habit you picked up from Tuk–before you turn to Näyì.

“I accidentally told Lo’ak I like him.”

The words’ effects are immediate. Ao’nung gives you a look of disbelief and Näyì gives you a look of amusement.

“You don’t do accidents,” Ao’nung says. Näyì nods in agreement before she hums, “He must really drive you crazy then.”

Näyì suddenly gasps, “Wait. . Did he. . reject you?”

Ao’nung scoffs at her display, rolling his eyes before saying, “He’s as crazy for them as they are with him. Do you not see the heart eyes he sends their way when he thinks nobody’s looking?”

You give Ao’nung a look, “No?”

A sigh leaves your mouth, “I mean, he didn’t reject me. . .”

“Then why do you look so dejected?” Näyì asks.

Ao’nung’s face twists into a playful grin, “Are you sad because you’re now stuck with him?”

You shove him, ignoring the whine he lets out, you collect your thoughts, voice dropping to a whisper when you finally speak.

“I told him I like him after he asked me to set him up with ‘reya.”

The response you receive is mixed.

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“Oh that boy better stay away from my sister.”

You flinch at their exaggerated displays, letting them calm down to allow the words to properly sink.

When Ao’nung finally stops laughing like a maniac at the idea of his little sister with Lo’ak, Näyì turns to you.

“Explain.”

You shrug, “What else is there to say? I’ll be fine if he and Tsireya ever get together,” you ignore Ao’nung’s barfing gesture, “but I don’t really want to have a hand at it, you know? Why shove them closer together if I know it’s going to fill me with regret eventually?”

The duo takes your words in, the silence being broken by Näyì when she hums, “how about the part where you told him you like him.”

A sheepish expression is placed on your face, “That part’s the accident.”

Ao’nung gives you a look, “But I don’t think it was an accident, is it?” You blink up at him, “You told him you like him so he could consider your feelings.” Your mouth slightly hangs at his observations, “You want him to know so you don’t feel regret later on, and now you’re worried because he could reject you.”

He pats your back playfully, “I don’t know why you’re worrying so much though.”

You roll your eyes at him, “Did you forget the part where he asked me to set him up with your sister?”

Näyì snorts at your question, “He has never smiled at ‘Reya the same way he smiles when you’re around.”

Ao’nung nods in agreement, “Tell you what. Why don’t you try to see for yourself?” You widen your eyes in question, “Hang around him and Tsireya, you’ve always been perceptive, this shouldn’t be any different.”

You open your mouth to answer but he’s already shushing you, ushering you and Näyì out of the marui so he can continue weaving.

Once you’re walking side by side with Näyì, she tells you, “He does have a point though. It’s fine to be sceptical but you might end up regretting it.”

You know it’s a trap to get you to follow through Ao’nung’s plan. But when the word regret leaves your mouth you know you’ve fallen into it.

–

The next time Lo’ak sees you, Tsireya is on your side.

You would be lying if you said that the sight of his body going rigid once he takes notice of you isn’t amusing.

“Hello, Lo’ak.” The greeting comes from Tsireya and Lo’ak has to force his eyes away from your figure to greet her back.

When they’re done sharing pleasantries, you speak.

“You told me you needed extra practice for your rites of passage, didn’t you?” You smile at him sweetly, the sight of it making his stomach flutter, his body acting against his will yet again.

“I was telling ‘reya about it and she gladly offered!” Tsireya opens her mouth to correct you, to say you asked me to do this as a favour?

Please just go along with it, you say with your eyes, hoping it reaches her. When your best friend closes her mouth, you turn to look at Lo’ak.

He’s already looking at you. It surprises you that he doesn’t look away–like he usually does when you catch him staring–clouded eyes locked on your features.

You cough. Gesturing for him to join your friend that’s already in the water.

When he still doesn’t budge, you raise your hand to lightly push him towards the water.

But you never get the chance to, because he catches your arms and tells Tsireya he’ll be back.

The girl nods, but once the two of you are out of sight, she moves to leave. A knowing smile on her face, knowing better than to wait when it was you he left with.

“Lo’ak–” You start, letting him pull you towards a secluded area on the shore.

When he finds a spot away from prying ears, he turns to look at you, “What are you doing?”

The playful smile on your face drops when you see the serious expression planted on his face.

How did things stray so far from your plan? It was supposed to be simple. Have him and Tsireya hang out, observe them from afar, and finally, draw a conclusion.

But now both Tsireya and the playful boy you know are nowhere to be found.

Standing in front of you is someone you’ve only seen three times. The intense look on his face makes him feel unfamiliar.

He drops the hand he was holding and paces in front of you.

“What are you doing?” He asks again, desperation clear in his voice.

You clear your throat in an attempt to steady yourself. You don’t look at him when you speak, afraid he’d find a trace of weakness in your face with how intensely he’s staring.

“I don’t understand why you’re. . frustrated,” his pacing comes to a stop and you find your body looking at him against your orders, “didn’t you ask for this?”

Your eyes lock and you watch as the clouds forming in his eyes clear up.

“Did you lie?” He asks suddenly.

He sees your confused look, “When you told me you liked me, was it a lie?”

You find your body moving to shake your head before you can even speak, “No, I–”

“Then why are you doing this?”

Because I couldn’t stand to wait to know if you would reject me.

I had to see if you wanted her enough to not consider me.

Is what you would say if you didn’t have pride to protect. He wouldn’t be able to claw that information from you even if he begs. Liar. The tiny voice in your head calls you out. You would learn to fly if he asked.

You don’t really want to lie, so you answer with another question instead, “Do you not want this anymore?”

It’s a loaded question and you both know it.

When he doesn’t respond, you get so frustrated that words leave your mouth before you could think them over.

“I have liked you the moment you fell off your ilu during your first week here.” You turn your back on him before you continue, afraid of how he’d react to you baring your soul to him, “I like you when you’re making stupid jokes and references I don’t understand. I like you when you’re breaking rules, something I could never do. I like your bravery and your conviction; your ability to stand up for the things you want.”

You pause.

“I like you even if it scares me.”

You feel a hand on your shoulder, it spins you around, forcing you to stare at Lo’ak in the eye and then. . . laughter. Your face scrunches into displeasure, watching as he throws his head back.

When he calms down, he takes notice of your unimpressed expression and rushes to explain yourself, “No– shit– fuck– no, I’m not making fun of you.”

He sighs, moving his hands so they’re holding yours. When he sees your face soften, he continues, “I think the main reason I was so. . in denial with my feelings was because they were too strong. It scared me. The feeling is as intense as the love I have for my family but it’s different.”

He pulls you in an embrace, kissing the crown of your head before he speaks, “I’m sorry it took me this long to notice.”

You hum, “I’m sorry too,” you move your head from its position on his chest in favour of looking at him, “I knew and I didn’t tell you sooner.”

He repositions the two of you so you’re both facing the sunset, your back against his chest and his hands making their way home around your waist.

The sun sets and Lo’ak finds that he’s fine with it.

Because on your face rests constellations that are begging to be explored.

A/N: not proofread… anyways! i was supposed to work on requests but this idea came to mind and i just .. had to write it! i’ll definitely get around to them soon! as always! reblogs and replies are appreciated! thank you for reading :)

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#avatar #atwow #tsireya #aonung #avatar 2 #sully family #avatar way of water #lo’ak #neteyam #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak x y/n #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak one shot #lo’ak hc #lo’ak headcanon

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refiwrites · 1 year

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Hi can I request prompt number 28 with neteyam with a fem reader, thanks 😊

of course, im also a sucker for some neteyam fluff

Touch Prompt Number 28. Feeling for each other in the dark with Neteyam

Pairing: Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x Fem! Omaticaya! Reader

Word count: 0.7k

Warning/s: neteyam and reader are both 18! slight sad thoughts, fluff with a sprinkle of angst?

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

Ever since the Metkayina has taken you in, you still longed for the grass on your feet, the adrenaline you felt when you were swinging on the vines of the Hallelujah Mountains, and climbing up all sorts of trees to get the best view of the sky.

But now all your feet felt was sand.

There were no vines to swing from, and there were no floating mountains.

But nonetheless you appreciated the new environment even if you longed for your home. Well, this was your new home now.

That thought is what has been keeping you awake at this time, your eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling as Neteyam slept soundly beside you. It was dark, you couldn't even see if he was facing towards you or not.

You didn't even notice the tears brimming your eyes, only when they rolled on the side of your face, to which you hurriedly wiped it with the back of your hand, fearing that Neteyam may see.

You needed to be strong, you made this decision to go with them, and you couldn't be parted from your mate. You also didn't want him to see you like this.

A choked sob was released from you, making you pray that Neteyam didn't hear.

You were about to sit up and go for a walk when the creak of the bed sounded, and something ruffling.

Soon, you felt Neteyam's hand rest on your stomach.

So he was facing you.

It went to your stomach, then to your waist as he felt for you in the dark before pulling you in close to him.

His scent offered somewhat a blanket of comfort over you. He was there. He was there with you.

"Is there something bothering you, my love?"

With the dark, you could still feel his sleepy eyes on you, worried.

You were about to dismiss it, say you were fine but-

"Tell me, there is no need to hide from me." He said. You almost cursed at how good he was at this.

"I just-" You cursed at how your voice sounded, it definitely hinted that you were crying.

You faced him and buried your head under his chin, breathing him in.

This prompted Neteyam to rub soothing circles on your back as he heard your small sobs as your body started to shake. It ate away at his heart.

"I just miss.. Home."

Neteyam did too. He missed everything back in the Omaticaya, he missed going riding with you with his banshee, he missed climbing, he loved exploring the forest with you, and he deeply missed his grandmother.

He continued to rub your back.

"I do too." He responds, looking down and placing a comforting kiss on your forehead.

But he also knew this is what was needed to keep the people from the Omaticaya safe. With his family gone, there was no chance of the RDA finding and hunting them down.

However, something in him wished that things didn't have to end this way.

He feels your arm wrap around him as your legs tangled with one another.

"You know what I know?" He started, hoping that whatever he might say offer you comfort as it did him.

You let out a hum, urging him to continue.

"I know that you are strong. We will get through this. That pain, it is temporary. We will make it, you have me and I have you. We can do this, can we?" He said, hand going over to your face as he moved your face away from his chest so he could get a better look at you, thanks to the light shining from the moon, he could see you faintly.

You nod, gulping down your sobs as you finally calmed down as you focused only on Neteyam. "W-we can do it." You said.

"That's right." Neteyam offers you a sympathetic smile, his thumb stroking your cheek, wiping away any stray tear that found its way there.

"For now, sleep with me. Tomorrow we will do anything you'd like, deal?" He laughs.

You laugh at his deal, pecking his nose before resting your head against his chest again, your arm wrapped around him as he continued stroking your side.

"Deal."

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loveforneteyam · 1 year

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❝your mighty warrior❞ ( I. )

golden eyes

summary: you never thought you'd see your lover's golden eyes again. and when you did, he didn't recognize a single part of you. pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!reader wordcount: 2.8k contains: angst, major spoilers for atwow, mentions of character death, blood, memory loss, sad guilty lo'ak, lo’ak x reader is platonic! notes: the first part, here we go! if i get things with the timeline messed up just ignore it haha. my heart breaks for lo'ak in this, but i hope you all enjoy!

paskalin : term of endearment oeyä tìyawn : my love tanhí : small, bioluminescent freckles

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The water is still in the night. Its chaos—violent waves that crash and collide—disappears once the darkness blankets over the sky. The surface of the water reflects the stars, small freckles of light in the face of the ocean. Although gentle tides push and pull, the vast sea is silent as it sleeps.

There is a beat to be heard; a pulse from under the water, under the ocean floor, from the very core of Pandora. A strong, mighty rhythm that shakes the ground. But this heartbeat does not come from the Great Mother.

In the quiet of the night, the reflection of the sky in the ocean is disrupted. Calloused fingers break through the barrier, reaching past the thin veil. He grasps the air like a rope. The crown of his head splits the sea in half. The moon pulls him to her; his body, strong and powerful, ascends.

──

It was his mother who pressed his eyes closed when they were void of life. The blank face of your lover glared into your soul. The grip he had on your hand--desperately clinging onto you like it would heal the hole in his heart--vanished, and you were left to imagine his fingers were still intertwined with yours.

You remember the wave of realization on his father's face, how his ears slightly dropped and his bottom lip quivered when he noticed that the bullet had gone straight through his eldest son's chest. Crimson collected in his shaking palms. You knew then that there was nothing to be done. Nothing except to sit next to Neteyam, your prince, as his soul moved onto the Great Mother.

His funeral was inevitable. After the war was over, it was time for the Suli's to say goodbye. You stayed with his brother, Lo'ak's hands placed in yours, as Neteyam slowly sank deeper towards the ocean floor. His frame became smaller and smaller, until he was completely engulfed by luminescent tendrils. Your lover was no more.

The family struggled to carry on without him. You remained close with his siblings, thankfully. Kiri mourned by your side. For a time, it had been just her and Neteyam. He was born less than a month before her and she considered him to be her twin. Tuk was young, but old enough to understand, “He is with Eywa”.

Lo'ak, however, was almost never to be seen. If you managed to catch a glimpse of him, he was silent and reclusive. He even ignored Tsireya, who asked you multiple times if he was alright; you never had an answer.

Despite your great loss, the village of Awa'atlu continued on. Every morning, the fishermen and farmers rose early, the healers prepared their supplies, and the hunters readied their ilus to dive through the sea.

Life continued on as if Neteyam's soul had never been ripped out of your blood-soaked hands, as if his eyes had never looked their last to you. It broke your heart.

──

Although Jake Suli had finally recognized his youngest son for his true potential, it was too late. Lo'ak put the blame for Neteyam's death on himself. He accepted that he would forever carry that weight with him, no matter where he ran to or hid.

You knew that when he was nowhere to be found, he was somewhere far off in the sea on Payakan's fin. He stayed out late and missed ceremonies and Suli family meetings; it was Neteyam who always pushed Lo'ak to participate. But even when he laid underneath the stars on the back of Payakan, the ocean water gently lapping at his skin, the guilt still sat in his chest like the bullet in Neteyam's heart.

Without his older brother, Lo'ak ceased to exist. He refused to meet his eyes or even speak to his mother. He made himself an outcast before his family could. You recognized that the void in Lo'ak's life was the same one tearing you apart, so you felt that it was your responsibility to look after him.

"We must be strong," Neteyam had told you the night you left your home in the forest. You said goodbye to your family to be with him. He'd placed his palm over your heart. "In here."

It was eerie how you could still feel his touch as if he were right in front of you. Neteyam would've wanted you to stay strong for Lo'ak, and you would do anything to honor your mighty warrior.

Unfortunately, looking after Lo'ak wasn't easy when you could never find him. Two days had passed and you hadn't seen him once. You knew not to worry--Kiri noticed your concern and said she'd seen him with his tulkun just outside of the reef. "He didn't seem like he wanted to come back."

By that night, you'd given up. After a great feast held for the birth of Tonowari and Ronal's child, you separated yourself from the others and sat alone on a far-off shore. The ocean life illuminated the darkness around you, small specks of teal and gold light scattered in the water. Your feet had sunk into the wet sand as the calm waves kissed your ankles.

While the ocean held many wonders that continued to fascinate you, it left a bitter image burned into your memory.

There was fire off in the distance, gunshots and explosions, but they were all the least of your concern. You shook as you held his body in your arms. The water had turned violent, as if the Great Mother knew of the war taking place. Sharp, chaotic waves crashed against a rocky landing. Crimson pooled in the grooves of the rock, running down the sides to where it diluted in the vast sea.

You never allowed yourself to remember anything past that. The ocean had not redeemed itself just yet. You pulled your knees to your chest so your feet were out of the water. The silence of the night would never be peaceful; if it was quiet enough, you could still hear his voice in your ear.

Fortunately, the silence broke. Soft footsteps in the sand were trailing towards you, and wide, golden eyes met your small frame. Lo'ak had not expected you so far away from the village, alone, at night. "(y/n)," he froze. "What're you doing here?"

"Lo'ak," you let out a breath of relief that you'd been holding for the past few days. You stood and brushed the sand off of your legs. "I've- We've been looking for you. Your mother and father have been so worried."

He frowned at the mention of his family--of his father. He refused to even imagine what they could possibly think of him. "I was just out," Lo'ak tried to dismiss the topic and swiftly walked past you, his shoulder barely brushing yours. "I'm fine."

The remnants of your heart cracked once again. Even when a hand reached out for him, grasping onto his fingertips, he'd pull away. The fear of rejection--the thought of placing his trust in someone with only betrayal in return--was too great. Lo'ak would abandon others before they could abandon him.

"Lo'ak, please." your hand gently grabbed his shoulder to turn him back to you. He stood a few inches over you and refused to look down to meet your eyes.

There was a soft spark in his chest, and you could see the flame beginning to grow. "What do you want, (y/n)?" He retorted with a sigh.

"You know what it is, Lo'ak." You brushed your hand down his arm to meet his palm. You placed his own hand on top of his heart. He sighed, breath laced with heavy regret and guilt. Lo'ak knew that whatever he'd been hiding for the past few months would be coming up right there in front of you.

He practically collapsed onto the sand, feet set in the water and arms wrapped around his legs, but he quickly pulled himself away from the shore, just like you had earlier, once the memories began to feel too real. You sat right by his side and looked off to the dark horizon. The two of you stared with broken hearts. "Have you gone to see him?"

There was silence, apart from the gentle lapping of the waves and the village in the distance. "No," he regretfully looked down at his lap. "Have you?"

You shook your head, "No." Your response wasn't much better.

For as much as the two of you missed him, neither of you had gone to the Spirit Tree like the rest of the Suli family. The only images of Neteyam that you had left were the memories still burned into your vision. “I’m afraid to forget him,” Lo’ak admitted. He bit the inside of his cheek. “But I’m too scared to see him again.”

You looked to him with sympathetic eyes. For the first time since his brother’s death, Lo’ak broke. Three tears left a trail down his face to where they dropped off his skin and onto the sand. “I don’t know much about spirits,” you began. You set a firm, reassuring hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder. “But Neteyam loved us with all his heart. Even as he rests with the Great Mother, he loves us.”

He tried to nod along to your words as if he would better believe them. Lo’ak gently gasped before a quiet, broken sob left his throat, “I know it’s my fault.” His shoulders heaved. “If I hadn’t made him go back for Spider or- or if I stayed behind instead of him..”

“Oh, Lo’ak,” you cooed, turning towards him and engulfing him in a hug. He leaned his forehead down onto your shoulder. This was the first comfort he’d felt in months. “We can’t tell ourselves those things.”

His tears collected on your skin. “My brother,” he whimpered, “is gone.”

Your fingers gently caressed the back of his head, tracing over his braids. You shushed him, “There’s nothing we can do.” How could you affirm this to Lo’ak when you couldn’t even accept it yourself? You pulled away so you could look him in the eyes.

“I miss him too much.” Lo’ak wept.

Holding his face between your gentle hands, you nodded. Together, your tears soaked the sand beneath you; the two of you could’ve created an entire ocean. “I miss him, too, paskalin.” Your thumb soothed cheek and wiped away the tears from his eyes. “But we must stay strong for him.

“All we can do is remember. One day, we’ll be strong enough to see him, I know it. But for now, we must be strong,” You put your hand over his heart. The beat of his soul turned steady; you remembered how Neteyam’s slowed to a stop, and for the first time since his death, you pushed the memory away without a single tear. “In here.”

Lo’ak closed his eyes and calmed his breath, allowing the feeling of your palm on his skin to soothe him. He’d opened himself and poured out his heart. Now, he could heal.

The night continued on, and you stayed with Lo’ak throughout the dark reign. He could take however long he needed. You would comfort him through whatever war he created in his mind. The tide came in, brushing water against your knees, but the two of you remained.

Finally, he opened his eyes. “We should return to the village.” Before, Lo’ak spoke bluntly with a dismissive mask to cover how broken he truly was. Now, his voice was firm and strong.

“Are you sure?” You warned. He stood and you cautiously rode with him.

His hands, which had been balled in tense fists, released themselves. Lo’ak nodded, “I’ve been too focused on my brother that I’ve forgotten the rest of my family. Do you think they’ll forgive me?”

With a sweet, proud smile, you offered, "They already have."

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The path back to the village was peaceful given that you and Lo'ak had come to terms with your grief. He had warned you that his parents would most likely be angry when you returned since it'd been hours since they'd last seen you and days since they'd seen him. You'd consoled him, "We'll get through it together."

It was strange that in Neteyam's absence, you and Lo'ak were able to replace the void with each other. Although he was only a year younger, you'd always felt a sisterly love for him, the same way that you felt for Kiri or Tuk. Now that your connection with Lo'ak had healed, maybe you could too.

Life ahead was beginning to look a little brighter in that moment as you walked on the shore.

But your peace was short-lived.

The village was close enough that you could see the pods, docks, and several Metkayina men with glowing lanterns that noticed you and Lo'ak approaching. They called out and, together, the two of you rushed to them.

"What is wrong?" Lo'ak prodded, trying to look past their broad shoulders at the commotion that was collecting in the village.

You tried as well but they were too tall compared to you. "You must come with us," one of the men said. The flames in the lanterns gently flickered but you could well enough see Kiri running in the distance. Her eyes were wide with fear like she'd seen a ghost.

"Kiri!" You exclaimed.

She pushed past the men and, out of breath, embraced Lo'ak. "Brother!" There were tears falling from her eyes, only you had expected her to happily cry at the sight of Lo'ak. Instead, she wept. "You must come. Come, (y/n)."

Kiri led you both back to the village, the men following after you to provide light. Almost every person in Awa'atlu--man, woman, young, and old--crowded near the shore. They yelled and gasped, cursing and praying. The three of you struggled to push past everyone, accidentally stepping on tails and toes and bumping elbows and shoulders.

Everyone seemed to look at you and Lo'ak with sympathy. Lo'ak sensed it as well, and looked just as confused as you were.

The crowd was like a hurricane, and in the center, the eye was calm. Jake and Neytiri kneeled on the ground, Tuk crying into her father's arm. Tonowari, Ao'nung, and a collection of soldiers held the people back. Ronal sat across from Neytiri, muttering a prayer with her eyes shut. Kiri ran to her mother's side. Tsireya rushed to Lo'ak as he collapsed.

Your heart stopped.

On the ground, where the ocean met the sand, a figure laid. He had strong legs and arms, a strapping abdomen, and calloused palms and fingers. There was a scar on the outside of his right thigh. Tanhì scattered across his body like the constellations reflected on the ocean.

Your prince. His ghost would forever haunt you. What had you done wrong? What had you done for the Great Mother to curse you like this? Just as you could feel your wounds beginning to heal, your heart crumbled again.

You fell to your knees, placing your hand over your mouth to cover the ear-splitting wail you released. You could fully see your Neteyam now. Just as you had remembered it, but his eyes were gently shut. Neytiri cried alongside you, and your heart almost broke even further until you heard her whisper, "Thank you, Great Mother. Thank you."

What was she grateful for? Jake noticed your confusion, and with a hopeful smile, he took your hand and placed it on Neteyam's heart. Underneath the weight of your palm, you felt a gentle pulse. A steady, soft rhythm that rocked your core. Your tears stopped, a cry stuck in your throat.

You looked down to his body and gasped. "Oeyä tìyawn," you whispered out to him, hoping he would hear it. Through just two words, your voice called out to him.

Golden eyes, that you thought you would never see again, opened.

His father gasped; his mother laughed; his sisters cheered, and his brother bowed with his forehead touching the ground. Neteyam's mighty heartbeat reached across Pandora.

"Ma 'Teyam," you smiled. You could taste your own tears as they reached the corners of your mouth. For the first time in months, you weren't crying from a split in your heart--you cried at the feeling of it healing. You were foolish to think the Great Mother would curse you. "Thank you, Great Mother."

Only two minutes had passed until you noticed the laughter and cheers of others had disappeared. The night had become silent again. Your smile fell when you recognized that Neteyam had not yet embraced you. In fact, he stayed frozen on the ground.

His eyes were still open, but they were wide and full of fear. Tuk reached for his hand, and he quickly pulled away with a scared gasp. He flinched when his own mother caressed his cheek. "Neteyam," she pleaded. Finally, his eyes met yours. You looked to him with desperate affection, practically shooting beams of love towards him. Your stomach dropped when you noticed it.

Your prince did not know who you were.

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yawneneteyam · 1 year

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gorgeous (13) — sink and drown and die

— GORGEOUS, an avatar smau ( by yawneneteyam ) masterlist

— gorgeous, sink and drown and die !

"y/n!" she heard her mother's voice echo through the halls. she was laying on the back porch, trying to soak up as much sun as she could in the small winds- thinking of neteyam.

she wasn't motivated to actually see what her mother wanted, more interested in indulging in all her fantasies of what would happen the moment she arrived back at her dorms. would he be waiting? or would she get the train near his place and walk the rest of the way. she knew that she had to see him. see him again, kiss him once more.

she didn't want to move from her spot, but the words: "there's a package here for you", changed that entirely.

Pushing her hair out of her face, y/n rushed inside to where her mother was hauling in a large cardboard box. a million thoughts rushed through her mind, but not a single one could figure out what neteyam could've sent.

"is it heavy?" y/n asked her mom, who was setting the box down on the kitchen bench.

"not at all, maybe he didn't actually send anything," y/n's mom smirked and walked away.

"you're so funny!" y/n called out behind her. y/n pulled the tape from the top of the box and slowly opened the box.

what laid inside made her chest swell; she really was in love with him.

— gorgeous, sink and drown and die ! AHHHHHH I CAN'T BELIEVE IM BACK!!! After literally the shittest few weeks, I finally saved enough to get a new laptop after my photoshop literally wouldn't function on my old one (I wanted to die). BUT HERE WE ARE!! And I hope those of you who are still interested like this chapter, just know more will be up soon!! Thank you so so much, make sure you re-read older chapters if you forgot what happened.. I low-key had to do the same.

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cosmictheo · 1 year

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𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

gif credits to @peace--n--love

— summary: after neteyam saved you from an attack that almost ended your life, you are determined and devoted to return the favor no matter what, and for that, neteyam has a few very good ideas for you to do it. — pairing: neteyam x female!na'vi!reader — word count: 4.5 k (wow) — warnings: some near-death moments, but there's neteyam ready to save you (as he should), slight post-trauma, smut; explicit sexual scenes, explicit sexual language, oral sex (female receiving), p in v sex, neteyam being the king of consent, mating, pure fluff and comfort, completely head-over-heels in love with the reader!neteyam. minors please do not interact and read under your own responsibility. ✧ Neteyam is aged up, of course, for this specific one shot, he is 19 years old

neteyam's playlist i made for inspo

➯ request by anonymous: ❝ smut, in wich Neteyam saved the reader somehow and it’s the whole “how can i repay you” sorta thing, and one thing leads to another ? ❞

writer's note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

Everything had happened fast, too fast. In a moment you were flying alone with Tsu, your Ikran, all the sky was yours... and in another moment, the metal bird appeared, a helicopter, you guessed, because it was quite similar to the ones Jake had drawn to show you once, warning you of how dangerous and lethal were the weapons they brought, and that they left nothing but ash and destruction in their path.

And you were good at flying with Tsu, you knew how to fly very well, but not well enough, for it had you cornered; the enemy rider was better, much better and more dangerous than any animal you had ever known. You were terrified, because you had never faced anything like this before, you could practically perceive their thirst for blood, for death and for your eventual defeat.

“Fly, Tsu!” You thought as you manibriated through the branches of the lush forest trees, still with the helicopter basically above you, shooting at everything it could, but at least, your Ikran was the fastest in the clan. “We almost lose it.”

But without you expecting it, you found yourself face to face against a corner with no way out, being literally against the sword and the wall.

You were paralyzed, your body didn't show any signs of reacting, your instincts failed you completely, you had no sense of direction to follow, you had never faced a situation like this before, you didn't know what to do, you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.

With Tsu's alert screeching sounding as if it were miles away from you, behind great walls, you thought you had lost everything, that this was the way you would pass to the afterlife, that you would be with Eywa at any second now.

Your whole life began to flash before your eyes, your sight blurring and unfocusing, Neteyam's eyes appeared on the spotlight inside your head and your heart froze, thinking of him, thinking that you would never see him again. You were going to loose him.

But suddenly, if your ears didn't fail you, everything went silent, the metallic wings of the helicopter stopped and then there was a big explosion; the enemy had been shot down, but how? Had Eywa heard your prayers? Or were you dead? You were dying?

And as an answer to the million questions that were going through your head, Neteyam's Ikran appeared next to you, with it's owner mounting it, of course, his eyes were huge and disoriented, he was carrying his bow in hand and his hair was swaying with the wind and the sudden movement his Ikran made once it landed next to yours on the huge branch of the tree.

Your heart was pounding, like never before and your mind was spinning, vision even blurred from the adrenaline shooting through your body, you barely managed to formulate questions or words.

“Neteyam, what are you doing here, how did you―” Your mouth half opened, beginning to caress yourself with your hands, your eyes widening, face bathing in disbelief, pure shock. “Am I― Am I dead?”

The Ikrans greeted each other, nuzzling the other's head and purring a little, immediately recognizing each other as the close friends they were, it had always been apparent that the two of them held a special connection.

“Hey, (Y/N). Shh…” Neteyam shook his head, ears ducking, his expression quickly shifting to one of pure concern. He proceeded to lean over his Ikran, reaching out to stop your hand movements and bringing your attention to him. “You're not― You're not dead, okay?” His fingers brushed your hands gently, careful not to let his touch and closeness unsettle you any more than you already were. But, his closeness was always the anchor that brought you back to yourself, back to him. “You're here, you're with me.” He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, noticing how truly anxious and out of yourself you were. “Let's go back, you need to rest. Can you fly, sevin?”

You simply nodded your head, brain focusing on the delicacy of his voice, the softness in his eyes and the nickname he used, making your senses thrill and begin to orbit around him, as they usually did.

Tsu purred under you, feeling directly the effect Neteyam had on you and then flapped his wings, jerking and shaking the tension and fear out of him with the movement.

Neteyam gave your hand a gentle squeeze, bending slightly to meet your gaze. “Talk to me, (Y/N). Can you follow me?”

“Always.” You promised him and he smiled softly, nodding his head before having his Ikran spread it's wings and take flight, Tsu truly did not hesitate for a moment to follow them, as faithfully as ever, flying alongside his good friend back home.

. . .

A couple of days had passed since the attack and Jake was furious, for the sky people had appeared again in the territory and with them, they brought no good news at all, on the contrary, their reappearance only confirmed that the war was still going on and that it would probably never end, since they kept coming, as bloodthirsty as ever. Jake hated them and now you understood why.

But now you were better, you felt full of energy again, angry, furious, because days ago you had been paralyzed at the probability of your death, you had not even fought back, you had not even tried and because of that, you felt frustrated with yourself. Tsu had also seemed to come back to himself, you hadn't flown with him since that day, you didn't want to force him into anything, but now he seemed happier, much less anxious.

“I'm glad to see you better.” Neteyam commented, once he found you, in that special spot he knew you liked so much, your little hideout, the Tree of Souls.

When you turned to see him, you found him with a beautiful smile plastered on his lips, his bright hair falling delightfully down his shoulders and his tail swaying daintily behind his back.

As he made his way towards you, you returned the smile. “Truth be told, I'm angry now that I didn't do anything at the time.”

He shook his head once he was beside you, looking down at you with his glowing gaze, reflecting the beautiful natural glow of the tree in front of him, watching you intently. “Anyone would have done the same in your position, it was a complicated situation.”

Seeing how you were linked to one of the tree's connections, he lifted his braid, pulling it closer as well. His pupils dilated and his smile widened as he heard the voices of his ancestors inside his head, listening as the memories passed through him, hearing the laughter and chanting, hearing the past.

Your eyes lowered for a moment before raising it again to meet his. “But you were there and you did what I could not, Neteyam. You killed them.” You disconnected your bond from the memories so you could return to the present, holding his gaze. “And you saved my life.”

The smile faded from his face, but a sparkle passed through his big, beautiful eyes as he shook his head and disconnected his bond from the tree. “Anyone would have―”

You rushed to interrupt him, raising your hand to his cheek, hesitating to rest it on his skin. “No. You saved me.”

Neteyam smiled at you again and without even hesitating for a second, he lifted your hand and cradled yours, drawing it over his cheek, leaning his head into it, longing to be closer to your touch, to be close to you. “I would do anything to keep you safe, (Y/N). I want you safe.” Now his hand brought yours to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “I don't want to lose you.”

“What can I do to thank you for what you've done for me?” you dared to ask him, in a delicate whisper, tilting your head slightly, observing as he placed a tender kiss on your knuckles now.

He half-opened his lips, letting out a soft breath before speaking, also in a whisper, his eyes seeming to glow as bright as the moons, luring you to fall into them, like a bottomless pit, a pit you would happily throw yourself into deliberately. “You know what…”

You moved a little closer to him, ears lowered. “But... you really want me? There are great women in the clan, strong and beautiful enough to be the next Tsahik.” Your gaze dropped to your feet, blushing slightly under his watchful gaze. “And to be your mate…”

Neteyam smiled once more as he leaned closer to you, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “I've already chosen who I want as my mate. I've known for as long as I can remember.” He then cradled your jaw against his hand, causing you to lift your chin towards him as he noticed how you had lowered your gaze. “It's you. It's always been you. You're all I can think of, the strongest, most beautiful, smartest, bravest in the clan. Perfect.”

Your smile twisted into a sadder one. “But Neteyam, you have a duty, as the next leader of the clan…”

“Love is the death of duty... I would break every rule that binds me to duty for you.” His nose brushed against yours affectionately, but, still, he stopped right there and searched your eyes with his. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please, do whatever you want with me.” You whispered against his lips.

Both of his hands cradled your face as he joined his mouth to yours in the sweetest, softest kiss you had ever been given. Your hands were immediately drawn to his body, like a magnet, sinking into his warmth, his essence, sinking into him.

And if that day you were attacked you hadn't gotten to be with Eywa, now the feeling felt closer than ever, as if the gates of paradise were opening right in front of you, inviting you in, flooding you with the most beautiful, indulgent feeling you had ever felt even a glimpse of them. That was Neteyam's effect on you, the power he had over you.

“You… you taste so good.” He murmured before giving you a couple more short kisses and then, he pulled away a few inches, watching you with a raised eyebrow and a curved little smile at the corner of his lips. “Your face is purple, are you okay?”

“Shut up.” You mumbled letting out a silly giggle, rolling your eyes, before joining your lips with his in a kiss again, now becoming more passionate and desirous, pretentious even. His hands now ran down your neck, caressing your shoulders and arms, until settling on the curve of your waist, fitting there as if missing pieces of a long forgotten puzzle were. As if his hands were made for your body, as if he was made for you. Maybe he was.

He pressed you against him and quickly you were both on the ground, sitting facing each other on the smooth leaves and grass that Eywa provided around the Tree of Souls, glowing with its bioluminescence, the night falling deliciously at your backs.

Neteyam's eyes seemed to dazzle you as they looked at you once more, reflecting all the light he had around him.

“Do you want this too?” He asked tenderly, fingers so meekly and delicately caressing the skin of your cheeks, cheekbones and jaw, as if you were the most delicate flower in all of Pandora, looking at you as the most beautiful and perfect creation Eywa had ever provided.

You could barely nod your head, stunned by all the emotions coursing through you and he smiled affectionately at this, brushing his thumb across your lower lip now, tracing the delicate skin.

“Words,” he whispered, warm breath brushing against your mouth, eyes admiring you affectionately, “I need words, baby. Talk to me.”

The nickname and his voice had an immediate effect on your body, that fluttering in your stomach seemed to intensify you and the heat between your legs shot through your whole body, shooting shivers up your neck.

“I want you― I want this, Neteyam.” You finally answered him, breathless and he smiled once more, leaving a small kiss on your lips. “I want no one but you, nothing else.”

“There's my smart girl.” One more kiss, as he complimented you in a soft, proud tone, and then he bent his head, leaving wet kisses across your jaw, down your neck. “I'll take very good care of you, don't worry. I'll make you feel good.”

You gave him more access to your skin, twisting your head to the side and closing your eyes, completely pleased, feeling each time how your body wanted more of him in you, you were on the verge of madness.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Okay.” You affirmed, nodding your head slowly, still with your eyes closed.

“Good girl.” He complimented you, you managed to hear the smile on his lips as he spoke and then he planted a kiss on your closed eyelids before he started kissing your collarbone, moving down between your breasts, moving lower and lower. “You are so beautiful. The most beautiful.”

“Yours, I am yours.” You promised in a whisper.

“You will be.”

You swallowed saliva as you felt his hot breath against your pelvis. “Please don't stop.”

His soft lips followed a path he was making for himself across the inside of your thighs, which, you had opened, of course, allowing him to have more access to you, to the most sensitive part of your body, the part that most longed to have him close. His proximity had obvious effects on you, an effect that did not go unnoticed by Neteyam, as he let out a gasp as he sensed the warmth felt between your legs.

His eyes lifted, to look at you once again and you noticed immediately how dilated his pupils were now, his expression had also changed, blinded by desire, passion, longing to have you so close, intoxicated by your scent and warmth.

And even though, verbally and physically you had conveyed to him that you were completely at his mercy, he questioned in a soft tone. “Can I kiss you here?”

Your heart wanted to pound out of your chest as you nodded your head, biting your lip lightly before answering him between shaky breaths. “Yes, 'Teyam, please.”

He kissed your thighs one last time before his hands reached for your clothes, fingers hooking into the fabrics to pull them out of his way, he pulled the tie at the side of your hip and the thin fabric slipped off, sliding down your hips and falling to the floor on the side. And from one moment to the next, you were completely naked in front of him, on full display for his observant eyes, which didn't stop looking at your body for a second. He looked stunned, speechless, as if he was looking at the brightest star in the sky.

And when you felt his lips landing on your heat, you did feel like you were flying, like your body began to levitate and simply orbit around him, around his soft lips, his tongue and how he made you feel. It was a feeling you had never even imagined yourself feeling, you were sure you would see Eywa any moment now, within your closed eyes.

Your back arched involuntarily, body reacting to the wave of pleasure that succumbed against you and you swore you felt him smile against you as your whimpers began to invade the place and reached his ears.

Your hand sought his head, sinking into his silky hair at the same time as one of his ran up your stomach, fingers shooting shivers down his path across your skin and you moaned as his tongue traced a path through your folds and then sucked gently.

“You taste so good, (Y/N).” He whispered against you, wet noises that made you blush even more were heard as he kissed tenderly and so laboriously. Neteyam moaned with delight, as if he was feasting on the most delicious food he had ever savored. “You are the finest meal I have ever tasted.”

At his words and the way his tongue moved against you, your legs felt weak, fingers tugging at his hair. “N―Neteyam…”

As you moaned, your thighs pressed against his head and he seemed to almost purr in contentment, completely thrilled at the way you were crumbling under his mouth, which he withdrew, leaving light kisses on the inside of your thighs, noticing how you were beginning to speedily head towards your climax and all because of his doings.

He smiled as he saw a pout form in your mouth at the lack of friction, dark eyes, dilt pupils, trembling legs, you really were a sight to see. Beautiful, he thought.

“Relax, baby, I want you to let go when I'm inside you, okay? Don't be eager now. I want us to do it together…”

You weren't used to hear such obscene words coming out of Neteyam's mouth, moreover, with luck sometimes you managed to hear him say a couple of curse words, taken from Jake's vocabulary, but, hearing him say all that and with that tone of voice that, it seemed, was reserved for your ears only, turned out to be something so exciting and uncommon that you immediately felt yourself blushing, as your body was scandalized, just for him.

But it was when he followed an imaginary wet path of kisses across your stomach and raised his head, that you saw how his lips and surroundings were totally soaked by your own wetness, glistening against the bioluminescence. At that sight, you felt that knot that was being pulled and tugged with each passing second in his proximity tighten fiercely.

He gave you a small kiss and the taste of your own flavor on his lips shot shivers through your body.

Neteyam took your chin and made you look directly at him. “You're doing so good, baby.” He pressed a small kiss to your nose as he gave you a warm soft smile. “Now I want you to hop up on my lap, okay? Come here.”

And who were you to even think of doubting his commands?

With the support of both of his hands passing around your waist and giving your ass a squeeze, you jumped onto his lap, immediately embracing his neck and attacking his lips with your own, feeling his fangs nibble on your lower lip delicately. You let out a ticklish giggle as he descended his kisses down your neck once more, hands caressing everything they could touch within reach, molding your curves, grabbing and massaging every inch of skin on your body, leaving you breathless and craving for more, you always desired more, you could never get enough of him.

Then, his hand took your braid, while the other caressed the side of your thigh and he smiled at how you had so quickly gotten his idea, when you delicately took the longest braid of his, bringing it closer to yours held in his hand, ready to link up with each other.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Neteyam asked once more, caressing your face now with his unoccupied hand and dragging his gaze from your bonds to your eyes, which softened, giving you the last chance to take back this decision, the last chance to run away from him, the last chance to not spend the rest of your life by his side.

You simply looked at him affectionately and lifted up slightly to give him a gentle kiss, at last joining your bond with his. You both trembled and breathed shakily, pupils dilated, ears ducking.

And so, under the glow of the stars, before the eye of Eywa and all of Pandora, you mated for life. It was done. And none of you seemed to regret it for a second.

“I see you, (Y/N).” He murmured against your lips, forehead pressed against yours, eyes closed, for even so, he could see you, he could feel you, he could admire your gorgeousness, your very soul, through more than just his eyes. Your soul danced next to his and his spirit connected to yours. He was yours, always had been.

“I see you, Neteyam.”

You smiled, feeling his warmth envelop you, his essence, his soul, sink into you and fill you with a feeling you knew only he was capable of making you feel. It was Neteyam after all, your Neteyam

“Please, I need you.” You begged against his lips. “So bad, my love.”

Neteyam lets out a shaky breath, feeling as if his heart would explode, of love, of desire, of pure euphoria. Holding you against him tightly, he lined the head of his cock up against your soaked folds, almost feeling your insides clenching on nothing, longing to hold him inside.

You both moaned simultaneously when he was finally inside you, feeling as he made his way through your tight gummy walls.

“O-Oh, shit, baby.” Neteyam groaned shakily against your ear, from the pleasure, the feeling of being wrapped up by you, from your nails scratching his back, your small, broken little whimpers against him. It all felt so good, so heavenly.

Your body seemed to almost collapse from feeling so full of it, legs trembling.

Neteyam hid his face against your neck, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, trembling lips brushing against your sensitive skin, letting himself fall into how your walls squeezed him so deliciously, how he fit perfectly between them, as if you were made for him.

“So tight…” He murmured between kisses and little nibbles at the base of your neck. “You feel like heaven.”

He had heard stories from his father telling of how religion was back in his world, of how people worshipped a god, a god who lived beyond the sky, in a place called heaven, which was paradise, the highest place anyone could reach, a place of pure splendor, magnificence and harmony. Neteyam was sure that god did not feel as good in his heaven as he did in his, in you.

“Neteyam...” You managed to call out to him, breath coming in ragged gasps and voice trembling. Your voice only makes Neteyam feel higher, more elated than ever, and he responds to it immediately, coming out of hiding so he can look directly at you, noticing how your eyes held tears, cheeks flushed, hands trembling behind his back.

He proceeded to kiss you affectionately, letting out a shuddering breath, as he caressed your waist, ass, back, everything possibly within his reach. “Can I move?”

It took a couple of seconds before you managed to nod your head, starting to feel how, slowly, your body began to get used to him, to his filling, how your warm walls molded to his size.

He left a couple of delicate kisses on your nose and forehead as he began to move, dragging his cock with his movements and begin to slowly fuck inside of you, having to bite his lip to keep from letting out the most animalistic growl ever heard.

At the sudden movement inside you, you gasped, fiercely tightening your grip on his back, making him moan against your lips each time you scratched his skin.

“'Te-Teyam―” You cried out his name and he silenced you with a kiss, so deeply intimate that you felt, amidst all the pleasure and excitement, that you would sob any minute now.

“It's all right, my love. I got you.” He whispered between moans against your mouth, giving you a slightly harder thrust upwards, causing your mouth to slightly half-open, moaning in between breaths. “I got you...”

Neteyam pressed you against his body, bringing you with him once he lay down on the ground, leaving you sitting on his cock, hands around your waist to support you and help you move over him.

The new position made you both groan, feeling closer than ever.

Your back arched every time you moved on him, up and down, circling, whatever you did, it had Neteyam completely spellbound, lips quivering, eyes closed, hands squeezing tightly on your hips.

Your linked braids swayed with the movements, brushing against your hands on Neteyam's chest.

“You do it so well,” He blubbered this time, half-opening his eyes to look up at you, seeing you glowing above him. “oh Great Mother, shit, fuck― (Y/N)”

You could feel his lower abs tensing with every little movement you made on his cock, his hands went down to your ass, grabbing as much skin as they possibly could.

“Oh shit.” You groan, closing your eyes, feeling the head of his cock rub against that spot with every thrust inside you, pushing you over the edge quickly.

From one moment to the next and locked beneath the strength of his arms, you were now under his body, cock filling all the way to the brim, as one hand lifted one of your legs against him, knee on his waist, allowing him to reach where he had not been able to before, which had you basically gasping for air.

“You've been so good, let me fill you up, yes?” Neteyam whispered huskily, forehead resting against yours, eyes looking at you affectionately, but as dark as you've ever seen them. “Let me fill you with my seed, you deserve it, you've been such a good girl to me, let go, let go with me…”

“Yes please.” You managed to plead between whimpers, eyesight blurred from tears, hands sinking through his hair, nose brushing against his before giving him a kiss. “Oeyä Neteyam―”

Your words and voice was what threw him off the edge and growling so animalistic against your lips, his thrust trembled, hips quivering against yours as he felt your walls tighten in a death grip around his cock, barely allowing him to move as he painted your walls his color, shooting his hot seed into your womb. Face hiding again in your neck, sinking into your skin and scent, body pressing against yours, so soft and warm.

You are both barely breathing, slowly feeling yourselves coming back to reality, the world crawling back to you, heartbeat normalizing. You felt how your throat was dry, body feeling so heavy and tired now.

All was silent, your fingers began to stroke and comb through his hair, ears, cheeks, nape of his neck and back.

But Neteyam didn't want to come back to reality, he wanted to stay right there, sunk into you, inside you, forever. His cock softened inside you and promptly, the adrenaline and euphoria stopped coursing through his veins, feeling nothing but love now, drowning love, feeling only you.

“Thank you, baby―” He whispered, choking back a sob.

Your brow furrowed slightly and you rested your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to pull away from you so you could look at him. His eyes were crystallized with tears, but you could see nothing but love and warmth in them, you saw nothing but his soul reflecting yours.

“Thank you, for saving me.” You whispered against his mouth, giving him a small kiss and then, kissing his nose, and eyelids, once he closed them, blinded by your affection.

“No,” Neteyam answered you, opening his eyes, your thumb wiping away a tear that managed to escape, preventing it from wetting his already sweaty cheeks. “You saved me, yawnetu.”

You just kissed him, over and over again.

sevin: pretty.

oeyä: my, mine.

yawnetu: loved one, beloved, lover, beloved person.

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sweetsbfreex · 1 year

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'till forever

summary: you were there for it all and you watched as Neteyam soared away. And you stayed there, hoping for his return

pairing: bf!neteyam x gf!omaticaya!reader

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You were there when everyone was captured by the Colonel and his other recoms.

“Lo’ak, we shouldn’t be here!” You whisper urgently.

“Dad will skin you alive.” Kiri enthusiastically agrees, flicking the back of his head.

Lo’ak glares towards his eldest sister before hesitantly reaching for his throat microphone. “Dad, do you copy? Over.”

The rest of the Sully were riding their Ikrans when they got the message.

“Direct your traffic, over.”

“There’s— I’ve got eyes on a group of avatars, but they’re in full camo and carrying ARs. over.”

“What’s your position? Over.”

Lo’ak sighs, “We’re at the, uh, old shack. Over.”

“Who is ’we’? Over.” Jake stresses.

“Me, Kiri, Y/n, and…Tuk.”

Neteyam frowns at the news that you were there too. Why? Is what he doesn’t understand. He's told you countless times how unsafe the old shack was. But he knows his younger brother. And can assume it was his idea in the first place.

“Son, you listen to me very carefully, retreat silently. Do not engage.”

“Yes, sir.” Lo’ak motions his hand backwards, and the four of you disperse.

“I told you,” Kiri mocks.

“Shut up,” Lo’ak growls back, throwing a middle finger behind him.

As you all retrace your steps silently, Tuk skips ahead. Going on about how soon eclipse is and how excited she is for dinner tonight.

“Ahh!—“

“Tuk!” You and Kiri scream, stepping forward to grab her back, when you suddenly become surrounded.

“Get on the ground!” “Put your weapons down!” “Stand down!” They shout at you viscously from all angles. You hiss, a knife held in a defensive underhand grip.

“Mawey,” Kiri hums to Tuk, who struggles against the hold of one of the dream walkers.

“Drop your weapons right now! or I’ll—“ he promptly begins pushing his gun against Tuk as a promised threat.

“Okay, okay.” Lo’ak responds, signaling for the rest of you to release your things, getting on a knee.

—

It’s dark and rainy when Neytiri, Jake, and Neteyam land near the old shack. They wanted to hope for the best, but after not hearing any more comms from Lo’ak, they had to assume the worst.

“You stay here, alright?” Jake tells Neteyam, adjusting his gear.

Neteyam tenses at the order. For a moment like this, he was needed down there.

“Dad, I’m a warrior like you. I have to fight.”

“You stay here. I’m not gonna repeat myself.”

“Dad—“

“Neteyam.” His mother warns.

He lets out a defeated and annoyed sigh, “Yes, sir.”

His siblings and love were down there. There was no way he’d sit up here helpless.

…

It’s like the sound of a calling bird. It's distinct enough that you distinguish exactly who it is. But faint enough that the idiots holding you capture think it’s just another animal.

“Txe'lan mawey (don't worry),” you tell Tuk beside you.

“I said to shut up, didn’t I?!”

You groan at the brutal tug of your hair, but then the first arrow hits.

Although your hands are bound, you quickly back kick the man behind you, after Tuk bites him.

“Tuk!” To the best of your ability, since your hands are bonded, you grab her arm, making sure she runs in front of you. Kiri runs beside you, and you can faintly hear the steps of Lo’ak.

The four of you run and run. You don’t stop—

“Fuck!” You wail as you slip, hurling you down a tumble. Unsure how far from everyone else.

“Y/n!” Tuk screams down from above.

“I’m fine, just go,” you groan as you try to stand up. But a throbbing in your lower back makes it harder. As quickly as you can, you stand up (your cuffed hands challenging you). “Ak! (ouch),” you hiss, as you walk silently. Trying to keep an ear out for the colonel or his goons.

But as you make the trek, a looming figure drops in front of you. And the only thing you hear is a hissing arrow and its resulting groan from the opposition.

Neteyam turns around and pins you against his chest. You sag into him, as his arms wrap tightly around you. Relief floods you, knowing with him there you were in safe hands.

He pulls away, tenderly holding your face in his palms as his eyes inspect you. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” He notices your bonded hands and is quick to cut the tie in half

You nod. “I’m okay.” And when your hands are free, you rush to give him a proper hug. Smiling when you feel a faint kiss on your shoulder.

“Thank you, Eywa.” Neteyam whispers quietly. Then he pulls away with another longing hand to your cheek. “C’mon, let’s go.” He hands you a weapon before guiding you to the rest of his family.

—

It takes two days for the news to come back to you.

“Take that, Suli Tsyeyk’itan!” You blow a raspberry behind you after you catch up and soar past him. The wind laps behind you as you make it to your concealed destination. It only takes a minute for Neteyam to arrive, just as you hike down your Ikran.

“You’ve beat me once again, my love.” Neteyam sighs affectionately, getting off his Ikran too. He makes his way to you, watching as you pet the side of your Ikran’s head.

His arm falls around your shoulder and his fingers playfully tickle your cheek. “I know you let me win” You look up at him with a playful glare.

“I do no such thing,”

“You expect me to believe that an almighty warrior like yourself is losing to me?”

“You are just that good,” he kisses the top of your head.

“You are too kind and noble for your own good,” you tease. “Next time, you play fair” you order with your finger poking his chest.

The pregnant pause in the air is your first indication, then the noticeable frown on his face. Neteyam is a natural heckler. So when he doesn’t playfully seize your finger or make some kind of joke…

“What’s wrong?” You remove your finger from his chest.

“I..” He trails off, unsure of how to break this to you. The prospect of leaving you here. Being without you for so long puts stones in his heart. Millions of them. “After what happened with Quaritch.. My father doesn’t think it safe for us to stay here. It would put a target on our people. The demon would come here and destroy everything.”

Throughout his explanation, you say nothing. But you’re his. He only needs to see the glaze in your eyes, how your ears downturn, the frown at the corner of your lips, and the way you won’t look at him to know you’re deciphering this information.

“Y/n?” He grabs your elbow, jostling it a bit.

“You can’t,” your voice staggers, and when you look up at him, the first tear drops, and he hates that he’s the reason.

“I’m sorry.” Neteyam inches closer, his hands running up your arms. “Look at me.” One hand cradles your jaw while the other holds your shoulder. “That demon is targeting my family. It’s the only way we can protect the clans…the only way I can protect you. I would never forgive myself if they were to get their hands on you again.”

He cups your face, leaning his face closer to yours. Your hand circles his wrists while your thumbs circle the backs of his hands.

His thumbs wipe the never-ending tears under your eyes with efficiency. Looking at your forlorn face sends pricks to his eyes. “When it all blows over, I will come right back to you. I promise. Hm?” He hums, kissing your cheeks.

“You will.” You answer, a sad smile on your face.

—

It’s two days later, when the clan sends the family off.

Neteyam holds your hand during the ceremony.

After Jake Sully is dethroned as the Olo'eyktan. The ones closest to them gather around them and their Ikran’s. You hug everyone goodbye, wishing everyone wellness on their journey.

Now, you stand behind your father as he shares his goodbyes with Neteyam.

Finawo shakes Neteyam’s hand before tugging him into an embrace. He pulls away with a sincere gleam in his eyes and a hand on Neteyam’s shoulder. “Be safe, son. I don’t voice it enough, but thank you for always taking care of her.”

“Of course, sir. It is my honor.” Neteyam shakes his hand one more time, before Finawo moves to say goodbye to the rest of the family.

With a small but loving grin on your face, you fall into Neteyam’s arms. One moment is all you need to savor and fully inscribe everything about him into your mind. When you pull away, you remove a bracelet you’ve had since you could remember.

“Here, I want—“

“No. it’s special to you.” Neteyam argues with a hand over yours.

“So are you. I want you to have it.” you insist, clasping it on his wrist.

He smiles down at it and you smile up at him.

“Nga yawne lu oer, Y/n,” he holds onto your hand, the other on your cheek.

“Nga yawne lu oer, Neteyam.”

He wipes a tear from your cheek before kissing you once, then hugging you tighter than ever. With a hand placed over the back of your head. “I’ll see you again.”

“I know you will.” You tell him.

And as you watch him steady his Ikran. You see his glistened cheeks, shined by the sun. Ever the remarkable man he is, always placing you first.

His mother ululates and they take off.

Neteyam looks behind him towards everything he’s ever known. He’s made his first skilled kill here, his first steps were here, all his trusted friends were here. Yet, with all these things attained. He knows one of the most memorable things Eywa has gifted him was loving you.

So when he looks down to see your shaking shoulders as your father consoles you, he has to look away. There’s a million stones in his heart. A trillion.

—

And months later when your world tilts

The weeks dragged on without Neteyam. He’d always wiggle into your day somehow, so without him it was, well, weird. Your friends were kind enough to help distract you, but sometimes it just wasn't enough.

It was times like this you wish your clan would assimilate just a little more by using things like the telephone Norm showed you. You could use it to call and even send quick letters to Neteyam. But the clan hasn’t, so you haven’t seen or spoken to him in weeks.

“Y/n?”

You turn at the familiar voice and stop short to see.

“Lo’ak?!” You run to him in giddy, pulling him in a hug. “You guys are back? How are you? Where is Neteyam?” You pull away.

Lo’ak clears his throat before looking up at you, “It's only me, everyone else is back in Awa'atlu.”

“Oh..” You try not to reveal your disappointment. Either way Lo’ak was sweet enough to take the time to say hello to you. You just wish Neteyam would have tagged along too.

“Look—“ Lo’ak clears his throat again, eyes blinking a mile a minute, “I'm so sorry, Y/n,” he pulls a necklace from his bag and holds it out to you. “He’d want you to have it.”

“What..?” You take it from his hold and quickly recognize the brown and blue beads. “He...what happened? When?” You can’t finish your thoughts. It’s impossible.

Lo’ak explains what he can: he tells you what happened— your heart breaks to think he went so painfully and brutish; his last words; who he was surrounded by— your heart warms to know he wasn’t alone; and about his burial.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have—“ he looks down in shame.

“Hey,” you inspirit. “Don’t say that. Neteyam would never, not in a million years, blame you for this. Neither do I. He loved you too much to ever let you depreciate yourself like this. ”

Lo’ak wipes his eyes, nodding solemnly at your words. “He loved you too. He talked about you everyday. Always wondering if you would like the reef and all its creatures. It was always Y/n this, and Y/n that.” He laughs quietly, “He bragged about how there was no way you’d beat him in a swimming contest.”

“That skxawng. He'd probably let me win anyway,” you both laugh, quickly wiping the tears on your cheeks. “How is everyone else?”

“My mother isn’t the same, it’s like she’s vanished. Dad is stricter than before, but you know him, putting everyone else before him. Kiri swims a lot to ease the grief. And Tuk…poor Tuk cries every night, Y/n. She doesn’t know what to do without him, but she’s always trying to cheer mother up.”

You smile sadly at the news, “I’m sorry to hear that.” You pause. “Thank you for this, Lo’ak. You don’t know how much it means to me that you’ve taken the time to come here. Oel ngati kameie (I see you).”

The two of you share a grateful hug. It’s all so much to process, and you don’t know how long it may be until you fully do. But the fact that you may never see him again the physical world again breaks you into a million pieces, but getting to experience that type of love makes up for it.

—

“Breathe from here,” his fingers lightly feather your stomach. His cheek is pressed against yours as he crouches around you. “You must be as quiet as the skies, camouflaged in a way they can’t see or feel you.”

“I am,” you tell him, turning your head, so your lips brushed his cheek, in turn losing the stronghold on the bow's string.

He silences you, tsking at the way your hold on the bow has loosened. He moves so he is crouched behind you, fixing your stance and grip. A hand pushes your crooked elbow higher. He kisses your neck and smiles at the way you shiver.

How he expected you to maintain your composure was beyond you.

The two of you are kneeled by a creek, where his father taught him the art of archery and hunting years ago. He was a mere boy then, and you were twenty now.

“Fix your posture,” both his hands sit on waist guiding you to a perfect posture.

“You’re making it hard to focus,” you hiss. “And I’m starting to think your plan was to feel me up the entire time.”

“Focus, my love” he smirks, ignoring your accusations.

You roll your eyes at his ways.

“Now, focus on your objective. Breathe, and when you are ready, release.”

You focus on a stray yellow fish and you slow your breaths. Watching it slowly swim, and before you know it you release watching the arrow whirl until it sits vertical from the stream.

You place the bow down, mouth dropped in surprise. “I did it. I did it!”

You turn to Neteyam who gleams a proud smile on his face which only grows when you throw your arms around him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck.

“I told you, you could do it,” he praises you, rubbing a hand down your back. “Go get it before it gets dragged away.”

You do as he says. Your feet splash against the water as you pick up the fish by the arrow. You present it to Neteyam, who sets it beside him.

“My mighty warrior,” he teases, bringing you in for a kiss.

When you pull back, you admire the smile on his face, his unique bioluminescent freckles, and the bright yellow in his eyes. You get so lost in memorizing the features you’ve loved for so long, you don’t feel the tears soaking your cheeks.

“My love, why are you crying?” His hands still hold your cheeks as his thumbs wipe every drop.

“I’m just—“ you take in a ragged breath. “I’m really happy to see you.” Your arms wrap around him again, dropping your face in its natural spot against the crook of his neck.

And I can still see it all (In my mind)/ All of you, all of me (Intertwined)/ I once believed love would be (Black and white)/ But it's golden (Golden) …/ Like daylight/ It's golden like daylight/ You gotta step into the daylight and let it go/ Just let it go, let it go

because saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts

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tonowarii · 1 year

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The Lovely Bookworm

Pairing: Neteyam te Suli Tsyek'itan x Fem!Dreamwalker! Reader

Requested?: Yes | No

Summary: Deciding to spend the day catching up on reading your books, your lover also decides to make sure he doesn't go unnoticed.

WC: 1.4k

Warning/s: just fluff, neteyam being cheeky and wanting your attention <33

Note: oh to have an 8ft tall blue alien cuddling w me while reading <33 - also i've been away from this acc for a while have this as a peace offering ^^

GIF IS MINE!

When the day had started just right, you immediately know what you were about to busy yourself with. Considering there wasn’t much happening in the clan and nothing you could help Norm and Max with, you hopped into your link shack, opting not to go out with an annoying exopack outside.

Besides, you’d rather be in your avatar body anyway for what you were about to do.

Waking up in your avatar body, you took the necessary precautions, moving around, stretching your muscles and checking your reflexes. Once you deemed it was all good, you quickly made you way onto a little chest you had kept in your tent.

Crouching down, you had picked up a few books in your hand. That’s right, you were going to spend the day reading. Smiling as you imagined yourself leaned against the tree, book in hand, and the sun providing the much-needed light to read, you were determined to make that a reality.

Standing up, you carried the books in one hand, quickly leaving the tent and running away to find a spot.

After finding the perfect tree, not too far from home, you sigh in relief, sitting down and leaning your back against it, placing the rest of the books beside you stacked neatly as you picked the one you were reading before.

Opening the book, you were met with the last page you had remembered reading, the memory feeling like yesterday, but in reality was a few weeks ago. Smiling to yourself, your eyes began scanning the words, taking it all in and making a little bubble of your imagination.

When you were already halfway through and deep in thought as you read, your reflexes had calmed down to a point where you didn’t hear something approaching, rather someone.

Your face had contorted into different emotions as Neteyam walked towards where you were. His tail perking up and swaying in curiosity at what you were doing, and the thing that you held in your hands that made you frustrated as you sighed loudly, grumbling words.

He waved to get your attention, but it didn’t work, your eyes were glued to this thing in front of you.

“My love.” He suddenly voiced out. You didn’t move or even look at him. Whatever it is, it had your full attention!

“My love.” He tried a little louder this time and you finally look up, smiling when you saw him. Neteyam’s heart spiked, happy that he finally got your attention. He smiled back, about to speak when you turned your attention back onto the book.

He frowned, but made his place beside you, he also noticed the stack of books on your other side, then looking at you, then what you were doing.

“Hello, ‘Teyam.” You greeted him while reading.

He leans in. “What are you doing?”

“Reading.”

“Reading?”

“Mhm.”

He glanced at the book; he couldn’t understand anything his eyes were showing him.

“What are you…reading?” He asked, trying to gain your attention, if asking many questions would do it, then he would ask anything that’s in his mind right now.

“I’m reading about….” Once you had explained the plot of the book, Neteyam looks stunned as he didn’t know half of what you just said.

“And what is happening now?” He asked again.

“She’s about to try and plan her escape.” You answered.

“Is she going to escape?”

“Probably.”

He had asked a few more questions, but as much as you liked to answer them, you also didn’t want to be distracted from your favourite past time.

You suddenly sigh as Neteyam was in the middle of asking another question, pausing to look at you as you closed your book, trapping a finger inside so you don’t get lost.

With your free hand, you cup Neteyam’s cheek, him smiling, you almost felt guilty. “Neteyam, you can stay here, okay? But you need to promise me one thing.”

“Of course.”

“Can you promise to be quiet?”

Neteyam tilts his head. “Okay.”

“Okay? Good.” You smile, leaning in and leaving a peck on his nose before leaning against the tree and opening your book again, continuing to read.

At first Neteyam settled on watching you read, but soon enough he started to get bored. He played with the nature around him, looking around and inspecting everything, but it wasn’t something he hadn’t seen before.

His eyes settled back on you, particularly down to your legs and your tail that was occasionally flicking from side to side. Slowly looking at you then at your leg.

Times like these, Neteyam would just leave you be to do let you focus on what you were doing— but today, he was feeling rather childish as he slowly reaches his hand over your leg, placing a fingertip down on the skin and began tracing along the dots.

At first, he gave an experimental trace then looks at you. You didn’t even seem to flinch or react. He shrugged, okay then.

He continues doing that, every time he goes back to his starting point, his finger gets higher and higher upon your leg, almost reaching your thigh. Your tail was reacting subconsciously as it tried to swat away Neteyam’s hand, thinking it was an insect.

When he did reach your thigh, however, that’s when you felt shivers ran down your spine as you tucked your legs in, looking at Neteyam.

“Neteyam.” You warned, but it was more like an empty threat. But Neteyam decided to give you a wide grin, a cheeky one as his eyes held some kind of plan as he looked at you.

“Neteyam, no.” You said as he slowly approached you, acting out his plan. You felt the tingles in your nerves as you tried to hide away from him as his playful smile grew, but ls, you were stuck against the tree.

“NETEYAM I SWEAR—”

You didn’t get to utter a single word after that as he quite almost pounced on you, tickling your sides as you laughed out loud, begging to be free from the torture your boyfriend was causing.

The books stacked were now scattered across the floor from your struggle, the book that you were currently reading has fallen off your thighs, shutting closed once it hit the floor, page no longer marked.

Both you and Neteyam’s laughter echoed in the forest, once Neteyam had deemed it enough to stop, you were panting, hands gripping at his wrists to stop his oncoming attack. “You’re the worst.” You breathed out, Neteyam just chuckled, sitting beside you. “I was getting bored.” He faces you.

Then the two of you noticed the mess of books scattered, particularly the book you were currently reading. Your heart dropped, forgetting the page you were on— you forgot to mark it!

You suddenly frowned, alerting Neteyam. He follows your gaze, the book was closed shut, and based on your expression, Neteyam quickly picks it up with one swoop of his arm, handing it to you.

You continued pouting. “I lost the page I was at.” You explained.

Oh, is that what’s this is about? Thankfully, Neteyam, moments before pouncing on you, his eyes scanned your book and he remembers a certain mark of what he could tell where numbers his dad taught him.

He laughs at your expression, leading you to knit your eyebrows at him. “What’s so funny?”

“My love, you do not realize how cute you look right now.” He admits, hand placing on your cheek, pulling your face closer to his as he leaves a peck on your forehead, your nose, then at your lips.

The action makes heat run to your cheeks, nudging against him. He pulls away, and to your surprise, your book was now open to where it was before, Neteyam handing it to you with a sheepish smile.

“Thank you-“ Neteyam pulls you into his lap, earning a yelp from you as you settled in, his arms protectively caging you.

“Can you…” He started, trying to figure out what to say as he looks at you then at the book. Staring at him, you quickly connected the dots.

“Want me to read it for you?” You smile. Even though Neteyam was sure he won’t understand a thing, hearing your voice was enough. He nods eagerly, placing his chin on your shoulder.

You loved this, trapped in your lover’s arms as you read aloud, two of your favourite things combined, why haven’t you thought of this before? Thank Neteyam.

Letting out a deep breath, you smile and leave a peck on Neteyam’s head before turning towards the book, finally uttering out the words you read.

Neteyam found his brain feeling empty as you read to him, eyes fluttering shut, only opening when the pages were being turned, or if he occasionally looked at you, to see your expressions while reading.

Oh, he’s going to get used to this.

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stephstars08 · 24 days

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Falling For Him

Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: Reader has traumatic past, Death, Depression, Anxiety, Some Angst, Some Fluff, Reader has Thanatophobia (Fear of losing someone), Weapons, and Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot anything)

Summary: Y/N biggest fear is losing someone she love or cares about. So when the Sully family comes Y/N immediately connects with the eldest Sully child, Neteyam. She knows that she’s falling for him but that fear of losing him is holding her back.

Word Count: 1,396

Author’s Note: My first Neteyam story is finally here! Sorry for the long wait!! Sorry that this is short. I’m just getting back into writing so my first couple of stories will probably be shorter than usual. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and don’t be shy to let me know what you all think!

Y/N at just fifteen years old has a heartbreaking life. Y/N is Na’vi and was born into the Metkayina clan. For the first five years of her life, Y/N had a life just like every Metkayina kid. That’s until a tragedy changed her whole life forever. Her parents died in a fire when she was just five years old. Their Marius had caught fire killing both of her parents. Y/N’s father was the one that got her out of their home. When her father went back in to go get save her mother their Marius collapsed. No one knows how the Marius caught fire but Y/N still has hope that some day she’ll know what exactly happened.

After the loss, Y/N was adopted by Ronal and Tonowari who are the Tsahík and Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina clan. Y/N fit in well with their family. She grew extremely close with Tsireya.

When the Sully family came Y/N helped Tsireya and her brothers show the Sully kids the Metkayina ways and culture. While Tsireya helped Lo’ak and A’onung and Rotxo helped Kiri and Tuk, Y/N helped Neteyam who is the eldest child of the Sully’s.

When Y/N’s blue eyes first met Neteyam’s yellow eyes she felt something go through her body that she has never felt before. When she was showing him how to connect and ride an ilu every time their hands would brush up against one another’s Y/N would feel her heart race.

These new feelings have been terrifying for Y/N. After losing her parents at such a young age her biggest fear is losing someone else that she loves and cares for. That’s why the only Na’vi she has a close bond with is Tsireya. She’s the Na’vi she truly trusts. Neteyam has been nothing but kind to Y/N and she does feel like she can trust him but that fear of losing him is what’s holding her back.

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Y/N was in her Marius gathering some fishing spears. She had three that were different lengths. The biggest one is the one she uses the most and it was also her father’s as well.

Tsireya walked into the Marius. “What are you doing?” Tsireya asked her in a curious tone. “I told Neteyam how my dad taught me how to use a fishing spear so he asked me if I could teach him.” Y/N answered rolling the three spears up into a small blanket. “I’ve noticed that you two have been getting along really well.” Tsireya said with a smile. Y/N just gave her a shrug which wiped the smile off Tsireya’s face.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like Neteyam?” Tsireya asked with concern in her voice. “I like him.” Y/N told her. “But?” Tsireya asked sensing that there is more. “I feel like I….ya know.” Y/N said looking up at her Tsireya. She just couldn’t find the right words but Tsireya knew what she meant since that smile returned. “Aw, Do you have a crush on Neteyam?” Tsireya asked with in awe as she sat down on the floor next to her. “It’s not so simple or easy for me to answer that.” Y/N told her looking away from her. “Because you’re scared that if you admit it, you’ll lose him.” Tsireya said knowing right away what Y/N is talking about. Y/N just gave her a nod.

“Can I give you some advice?” Tsireya asked her. Y/N gave her another nod as she looked up at her. “I know you’re biggest fear is losing someone but don’t you think that Neteyam deserves to know how you feel about him?” Tsireya asked looking at her with a soft look in her eyes. “It’s better for him to know than to never know.” Tsireya added.

Y/N knew that Tsireya was right. No matter what happens it’s better to be honest about how she feels. “You’re right. Thank you, Tsireya” Y/N said as her lips turned up into a small smile. “You’re welcome. You know that I’m always going to be here for you.” Tsireya said as she brought Y/N in for a hug which Y/N returned.

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Y/N was on the sand with Neteyam. After Y/N showed Neteyam how to hold the spear she drew a target in the sand. Y/N had Neteyam start with the training spear which wasn’t as long as the one she uses. After he hit the target easily with the training spear she gave him a different on which was three lengths longer than the training one. Neteyam did even better so she gave him the one she uses which again is three lengths longer. But this spear wasn’t as easy as the other spears since Neteyam was having trouble hitting the bullseye.

Y/N could tell that Neteyam was getting frustrated so she suggested that they take a break. They took a seat down next to each other in the sand.

“How did you get your spear?” Neteyam asked her in a curious tone. “It was my father’s. He made it himself.” Y/N answered as she stared down at her hands that were resting on her lap.

“Thank you for being so nice to my family and I.” Neteyam told her with a soft smile. “You’re welcome.” Y/N said looking up at him returning the soft smile. As Y/N’s blue eyes stared deep into Neteyam’s yellow eyes they started to lean into one another until Y/N suddenly pulled back and away from him.

“I’m sorry! I just got caught up.” Neteyam apologized quickly. “It’s okay Neteyam.” Y/N reassured him. “It’s not you, it’s me.” Y/N added which confused him. “What do you mean?” Neteyam asked her. “I do like you Neteyam and I am falling for you but since the loss of my parents I’m always scared that I’m going to go through that pain again. That’s why I distant myself and hide my feelings for everyone.” Y/N explained to him.

She could feel tears forming in her eyes so she looked away from him. “Tsireya told me that I should be open to you but it’s just going to take me time to open up since I’ve been holding in my feelings for a long time.” Y/N told him. Neteyam used one of his hands to pick her head up so she was looking back at him. She had some tears rolling down her face. “Then we can take it slow.” Neteyam told her. “I’m falling for you, too. But I don’t want to rush you into anything.” Neteyam added as he put his hand onto her cheek.

He wiped her tears away with his thumb. Y/N felt that familiar feeling in her chest from his touch. His touch made her feel safe and warm. “Do you want to take it slow?” Neteyam asked her in a curious tone. Y/N smiled as she nodded her head. “I want to take it slow.” Y/N said which made Neteyam smile.

“Neteyam!” They heard a familiar voice call out. When Y/N and Neteyam looked over they saw Lo’ak and Kiri walking towards them. Lo’ak was the one that called out to Neteyam. “Woah, are we interrupting something here?” Kiri asked referring to Neteyam’s hand on Y/N’s cheek. Neteyam quickly took his hand off Y/N’s cheek. “No!” Neteyam and Y/N said at the same time. “Sure doesn’t seem like it.” Lo’ak said in a teasing tone which made Neteyam roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Why are you two here?” Neteyam asked his siblings with annoyance in his voice. “Mom and Dad want us to come home and eat.” Kiri told him. “Okay.” Neteyam said as he stood up. “Do you want to finish this training session tomorrow?” Y/N asked standing up onto her feet. “Sounds good to me.” Neteyam told her with a smile. “See you tomorrow.” Neteyam added. “See you tomorrow.” Y/N said with a big smile on her face. She’s hasn’t smiled that big in a very long time. “See you around Y/N!” Kiri said in a kind tone and walked away with her brothers.

Y/N gave the Sully kids a wave and then gathered her spears together and wrapped them back up in her blanket. She picked the blanket up and made her way back to her Marius.

It felt so good for her to finally confess her feelings for Neteyam. She is so excited to continue Neteyam’s spear training tomorrow.

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