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haunting-venus · 2 months

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enter, sandman

↳ neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

content warnings | smut ( minors dni ), somnophilia, oral ( f ), praise and some dirty talk, desperate neteyam, masturbation ( m ), characters are aged up !

word count: 1886

notes | pretty light on the actual prompt but here is my first submission for romancing pandora ! day one — somnophilia, turned out pretty fluffy but who doesn’t love some pussywhipped neteyam, enjoy friends

na'vi dictionary | syil — meer deer ; olo’eyktan — male clan leader ; yawnetu — loved one / lover / beloved person ; tewng — loincloth

You and Neteyam had been circling each other your entire lives, opposing forces drawn to one another despite all your innate differences. You admired each other from afar for years, skirting looks and kind greetings eventually evolving into shared dinners and stolen touches beneath the eclipse.

It was new and terrifying, having the eyes of the future Olo’eyktan so filled with adoration and lust and hope whenever they laid on you.

When Neteyam finally approached you officially to ask for you to be his—in body, in soul, in life—you were sure the earth beneath you shook with the force of your love. You were euphoric, giddy with the prospect that the man you desired so fully from the time you were children wanted you as well.

Some questioned his choice, though it was always clear to you how well you fit in each other’s lives. You weren’t a skilled hunter or forager, but you had a kind heart and strong mind, making you perfect for teaching the younglings of the clan. Neteyam was a born warrior, a boy made of steel bones and gunpowder. Where he had to be strong and immovable, you could be adaptable and kind, giving each other a perfect balance in life.

Being bonded to Neteyam was a lot of pressure, no doubt. Some expected you to be perfect, while others criticized you for being weak, a never-ending pull at your heart. It was all easy to brush off when Neteyam’s strong hands caressed your shoulders.

It helped too that your chemistry grew indescribably as your relationship progressed. The two of you were crazy about each other, hardly capable of containing the heat and excitement you felt in your newly blossoming relationship.

His hand would often find your thigh throughout shared meals, inevitably ending with the two of you sneaking past the trees and with his head between your legs. You would visit him on his breaks from teaching, stealing kisses and teasing touches away from the eyes of the younger warriors. You were often teased by your friends about how you could not keep your hands from your betrothed for more than a minute.

It was part of what made the time apart so unbearably aching.

You knew he had to leave. The syil, a normally elusive creature, would be gathering for mating season in valleys a few days' ride away. The hunting party had been planned for weeks now, with Neteyam at its head. It was a great stride in showing the clan his leadership skills, the longest hunt beyond the village he would lead on his own. The reap of the hunt would be great, sustaining the clan through many days and providing countless pelts for the cold season ahead.

It did little to stave the emptiness in your heart or between your legs.

It grew lonely at night, especially in the cold drizzles of the rainy season when the hearth fires fizzled. You tucked yourself beneath woven mats, huddling against the soft fibers for warmth as your body craved the solid weight of Neteyam behind you. After what felt like hours of restless turning and shivering, a lonely sleep crept over your mind.

A heated groan rouses you from your slumber.

Your fingers tighten along the edge of the woven mats, flung to the side to expose you to the night’s chill, cooling against your heated skin. Your hair sticks against the curve of your neck, wet with sweat. There was an insistent nudge between your legs and a weight at the bone of your hip, pressing you firmly into your sleeping mats.

Light of the eclipse shadows across your home, dimly illuminating Neteyam’s face where it lay nestled between your thighs. There was a flush high on his cheeks, pupils dilated to show only a thin ring of gold as he gazed upon you. A small moan rumbles across the sensitive flesh of your folds as he notices you blink awake.

“‘Teyam-what the, oh-” Sleep still reached at the edge of your consciousness, muddling your thoughts as an easy pleasure trickled through you. Your hips move before your mind catches up, rutting towards Neteyam’s wide tongue as you moan. You could hardly think clearly with Neteyam’s tongue on you when you were fully awake, now your brain felt completely like mush.

“I’m sorry, yawnetu, I could not wait. You looked so sweet-'' His voice was weak and breathy, and you vaguely noticed one hand snuck beneath his tewng to palm at his cock.

Fuck, he feels so good and so right between you, but when did he get here? When did this start? Great Mother, why did you like it? You could see him in your mind’s eye, tired and worn from the long hunting trek, overcome with such want for you that waking you barely crossed his mind. In your head, he was needy and wanting, thinking of nothing but how he couldn’t stand to be apart from the wet heat between your legs for another second. The thought made you indescribably hot, legs trembling at the voracious way he gripped your hips as he dipped his tongue down into your entrance.

Your tewng hangs half-off your left thigh, rumbled and glistening with either saliva or your juices. Neteyam’s lips are soft and wet, trailing lightly between your slick folds. You try to gather your thoughts between the jolts of pleasure, bringing one hand down to stroke across your lover’s head. “Y-you’re back early.”

“The rains were too heavy, left early.” His fingers massage the plush of your thighs, trailing back up to trace the line of glowing freckles across your stomach. You squirm at the feather-light touches, inching your hips back to his panting lips. “Haah-such a nice present waiting for me at home, yawnetu, all spread out and waiting. Did you miss me?”

“I-I did, I—shit ‘Teyam—missed your mouth, your cock, please.”

“I know, baby, I know, let me give it to you.” His mouth fell back on you, slow licks on the sensitive skin around your labia, skirting around your hole and dipping into the junction of your thigh before darting against your clit. He breathed heavily from his nose, inhaling your scent as your legs tightening around the sides of his head increased the throb in his cock.

Your moans increase as his wide shoulders bully your thighs further apart, tongue giving wide and strong strokes against your clit before sucking it between his shining lips. You can feel the heat growing and tightening at the base of your stomach, fluttering against the dip of his thumb into your cunt.

The slick sounds of your arousal weave in between the wet sounds of his moans, hot and yearning as they vibrate through your clit and into your bones. You can vaguely hear the sound of him working his own cock, imagining the way the tip peeks between his thick fingers to leak onto himself as he devours you. He always looked so pretty when he worked himself over, eyes blown and pleading.

The movements of his tongue quicken with the pace of your whining moans, finally moving to rub firm circles over your clit that have you keening into his hot touch. Your fingers card through his braids, using the grip to keep his mouth firm against your mound. As if he had any plans of moving.

“That’s-fuck-feels good, baby, but-want your cock,” You mewl, fingers tightening around the back of his head. Your voice hitches with every labored breath, pussy clenching on emptiness with every beat of your racing heart and it’s been so long, your body craves for him.

“Just wait, yawnetu, soon. I-I need to taste you.” He mumbles the promise into your folds, gasping and panting into you with each tug at his cock. His face is near rutting into you, nose bumping at the top of your pussy and inhaling deep breaths of your sweat and slick. “Thought of it the w-whole time, just like this. Let me.”

The deep breathiness of his voice has arousal shooting through you. You know neither of you will probably be awake long enough to see through on that promise, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s enough to have him here, now, delighting himself so fully with eating at you that it has him desperate and breathless. His moans rumble through you, whispering praises and encouragements into the wetness of your core as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Neteyam.” You have one hand on the back of his head, the other gripped tightly into the woven mats as pleasure begins to crest over you. “I-I’m gonna-”

“Yeah? Come on, yawnetu.” You swear you see a devilish grin at the corner of his lips before your eyes clench shut in pleasure.

Your orgasm rolls through you with a gasping breath, legs tightening around Neteyam’s shoulders as pleasure runs wet and hot from deep in your stomach to every edge of your body. Neteyam groans against you when you tighten under him, tongue swirling softly against your clit until you’re twitching against him, voice heavy with pants of his name and begging him to just get over here already.

Neteyam’s hand is still gripping at the meat of your hip when you open your eyes, now merely inches from your face as he holds himself above you. His hand moves fast and tight on his hard cock, eyes hooded in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty-haah-got me so close, baby.”

His deep blue skin is shining under the eclipse with perspiration and your slick, the little freckles over his cheeks and shoulders glimmering lightly. You let your eyes sleepily rove over his wide shoulders and muscled chest, taking in every inch of how fucking good he looks above you.

Your eyes are glassy with pleasure as you gaze up at him with wet lashes, each brush of him against you sending you twitching in sensitivity. “I want it on me, please Neteyam.”

His eyes are unfocused as he comes apart above you, ears twitching and mouth falling open in wet pants. He burrows his head into the crook of your neck as he gets close, licking feverishly at the junction of your neck, the wet head of his cock bumping against your belly.

You reach behind his head again, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, eyes drawn on his face as he groans with each stroke. Your fingers brush along his largest braid close to the skull before rubbing your thumb firmly against the base. His eyes roll slightly as he gasps into your mouth, hips spasming unevenly as his orgasm wracks through him. His hand tightens on your hip, tip of his cock rubbing against you as he empties himself onto you.

The heat in you is slow and lazy, something that will creep into your dreams to be dealt with in the morning. Your bones feel heavy with Neteyam’s heat cuddling up next to you, mind already fuzzy with edges of sleep.

Neteyam’s face is lax in pleasure, nuzzling into the side of your body and pulling you taut to him. You can already hear his breathing evening out with the beginnings of sleep as he mumbles into your hair. “Missed you, yawnetu.”

“Welcome home, ‘Teyam.”

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dreamywriter143 · 1 year

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Precious Tsyeym

Genre : Fluff, Jealously, Misunderstandings, SFW, tiny bit of Angst, Insecure Reader, Suggestions of smut, NSFW (only in the second part, which can be avoided entirely if you’re not comfortable!)

Status: 1/2 ( 2 part one-shot)

Parings : Neteyam X Reader,

Warnings: Insecure Reader, Soft Neteyam, Jealous reader, Simp Neteyam, Talk about virginity, Suggestions of smut (there is NO smut in PT.1, just implications).

Summary: Life couldn't get anymore prefect in Y/n's eyes. Being mated before Eywa, Y/n has been on cloud 9 out of pure happiness. She just cant figure out why her mate, Neteyam, hasn't mated with her yet. And she is on a mission to find out why.

Word count: 5.5k

*Not fully edited. Ignore any mistakes! I’ll fix them soon!!*

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The frown itched onto Y/n’s face deepens as she silently watches from afar. She tried to fuel what she felt into rage, unedited rage that she could use later on. But her feelings only caused her sadness, and heartbreak. Her knuckles turned white with the force she used to hold up the basket with her arms. Filled with fruits she had brought as a refreshment for the younglings in training.

Neteyam, her mate, was amongst them. His smile stretched wide admiring how his students seem to excel under his guidance. All his students looked up to him, the young Prince of the clan promised to be the next Olo'eyktan. They adorned him , looked up to him as if he held all the stars in the sky. Well, some, more than others. There was a female warrior amongst the group, Ma’via.

She had such promise, Y/n was even fond of her accomplishments at such a young age. But now, that name held nothing but distaste on the top of her tongue. Y/n watches how Ma’via presses up against Neteyam, watching every word that leaves his mouth as if it were the direct words from Eywa herself.

“If you keep frowning like that, it’ll become permanent” Kiri pipes up, not bothering to cover the amusement in her tone. She walked up to the girl moments before. At first she was offended that Y/n hadn't even acknowledged her presence, but watching jealousy and envy cross Y/n’s face was something to watch, as a sort of entertainment.

“Sorry, lost in my own world” Y/n admits softly, tearing her stare away from the group. She shuffles in her spot, the basket of fruit proving to be quite heavy.

“Oh? What are you worried over? It can’t be Ma’via, can it?” Kiri inquires, watching how Y/n’s tails trashed against the dirt beneath her with annoyance.

“Y/n, Neteyam loves you. You are mated before Eywa. Someone like her shouldn’t even be your concern. Have you seen yourself?” Kiri argues, rolling her eyes at the lack of threat Y/n was putting her up against. Y/n’s lips twitched at her best friend's encouraging words. It was true, they were mated two moons ago, and life has been great ever since.

Neteyam was the perfect mate, always showering Y/n with affection and love. Gifting her trinkets she’d add to her growing collection even though she already accepted his courting gestures from long ago. The love between them never sizzled, In fact they grew to love one another more. Y/n wouldn’t change any of that happiness for anything in the world. Life was perfect….at least perfect in some sense.

“If that were the case….why hasn't he attempted to mate with me yet?” Y/n whispers, her ears folding against her head. Kiri has to physically do a double take at her friend's words.

“Oh my Eywa Y/n. We are not talking about….s-sex….right????” Kiri stutters, her face growing purple as she realizes how much Y/n was opening up about her personal life. Y/n couldn’t help but feel insecure. Ever since they had mated before Eywa, Neteyam showered her with affection day in and day out.

He left every morning after giving her a kiss and a strong embrace. He would always greet her when coming home with a tighter hug as all his tense muscles would relax to her touch. When they slept together, Neteyam held her as if she was the most precious jewel in the world. Delicate yet irresistible. If Y/n moved to a position that tore her away from his embrace, Neteyam would immediately wake up , groggily pulling her back in.

It was as if he couldn’t go a moment without her touch.

But not once, not once had he attempted to actually mate with her. No matter how much Y/n tried, she couldn’t get him to show any…interest. And she tried, always trying to entice him, doing things to get a reaction out of him.

The first time she tried was when she pulled Neteyam deeper into the kiss, locking her tail onto his thigh in an attempt to keep him close and pressed up against her. Her thighs propping herself over his lap, her hips dancing over him enticingly. Neteyam reacted with a groan of pleasure, but quickly pulled away to excuse himself. Claiming he had to see his father regarding the next hunt, when it was very late into the day. Y/n always asked her more ‘experienced’ friends for suggestions, using the tips she received against her mate.

The other failed attempt was when she wore a more revealing top with a matching loincloth. A project she worked tirelessly to create, decorated with carefully picked twine and beads. She made sure to make it look as appealing as possible .In all honestly it left little room for imagination.

When Neteyam walked into the tent that evening his eyes grew wide as saucers. He stuttered over his words and Y/n was convinced he would finally make the move. But to her surprise Neteyam complained that he needed a much needed shower before dashing off into the sunset.

And thus, the most recent failure was when she was curled up against him. Her back pressed against his toned body, she was able to feel all his muscles that moved along his deep breaths. Y/n wiggled up against him, ensuring her ass was pressed flush against his slowly growing member. Even as Neteyam stirred awake, obviously turned on based on the hardness of his friend. He didn’t move an inch.

He got up, quietly exiting the tent and leaving Y/n alone and bare. Her embarrassment flooded over her as she cursed herself and her soaked loincloth of her own essence.

“Yes, sex Kiri. We’re both adults….Ever since we mated Neteyam hasn't taken me physically. Every time I attempt to start something he swiftly avoids it…what if he’s not attracted to me?” Y/n says softly, looking back at the group.

They seemed to be almost done with training as Neteyam gave everyone individual assignments, praising their strengths and criticizing their weaknesses.

“Are you kidding me? Y/n, as much as I hate to imagine Neteyam’s sex life. I know for a fact, he is attracted to you. He is so attracted to you that while you guys were dating he’d pop a boner at the mere sight of you!” Kiri says exasperated. Y/n bites her lips at the news. She couldn't help but feel flattered at the thought.

“But that’s the point Kiri, that was when we were…young. Now, we’re more mature and many cycles older. What if….what if his attraction for me fizzled out? What if he wants someone young. Someone like her?” Y/n says, her tone quieting down as Neteyam turns her way.

His eyes immediately light up as they land on Y/n. His smile stretched wide reaching his eyes. He quickly bids farewell to the group before turning to head their way. The smile across his face never faltered as he took in the sight of his dearly loved mate.

Y/n’s eyes glance over at Ma’via. Her eyes were already on her, gleaming with envy. Y/n felt herself smirk at the stare, but it didn’t seem to mend whatever conflict swirling itself inside of her muddled with her insecurity. Kiri loudly sighs out beside her, clearly Y/n had been blind to how much Neteyam was infatuated with her. He literally lived and breathed Y/n. He would turn his back on the world for her. Yet, Y/n still had doubts.

“Y/n. Neteyam isn’t one to be unfaithfu-“

“I didn’t say he would be unfaithful-“

“-I know, what I mean is. He wouldn't go looking for anything when he has the entire package with you already….maybe he’s nervous? Maybe he’s….new?” Kiri suggests cringing at the fact her brother's sex life was still the forefront of their conversation. Y/n rolls her eyes at her words. How she wished that were to be true, but she knew Neteyam wasn't a virgin, he wasn't like her. Untouched, yet so touch starved.

“Kiri, after Neteyam and I started dating and began courting one another he told me about his….adventures. How his friends influenced him and his raging hormones to…act out. It’s normal, and I know he is definitely not a virgin. So that begs the question, why hasn't he mated with me yet? What’s to worry about?” Y/n says, sighing loudly.

She hated the thought that someone had already been Neteyam’s first. But it wasn't uncommon for Na’vi to seek pleasure outside of when looking for a mate. Majority of the young adults weren’t virgins. Majority of the Na’vi’s Y/n knew were not virgins, which is why Y/n felt so lonely. Not many Na’vi were like her, never feeling a man.

Y/n couldn't even be jealous over who took Neteyam’s first. The female Na’vi who did end up taking Neteyam’s first was a beautiful and kind girl, she is mated now with a babe on the way.

Y/n had nothing to worry about or to be angry over. At least not until she noticed how Ma’via clinged onto her mate.

“You are overreacting!”

“Who’s overreacting?” Neteyam asks finally within their earshot. Y/n slightly jumps at his voice, forgetting that he was walking towards them. Judging from his face he didn’t hear anything she didn’t want him to hear.

Neteyam strides over to Y/n, taking the basket away from her sore hands with ease. His eyes stare fondly down at his mate who is much shorter than him.

“Kxì Yawne''(Hello Love) Neteyam whispers, gazing down at her lips. They looked so inviting, so warm, Neteyam desperately wanted a kiss. After a long day he couldn't think about anything else but having his mate in his arms. But he was aware his students were still in the clearing. He had to be careful. He was already on thin ice as it was, his students teasing him on how ‘infatuated’ he was with her.

Deciding to go for the safer option Neteyam ducks his head to her height, leaning down to place a delicate kiss on Y/n’s temple causing butterflies to erupt deep in her stomach.

“Ahem?? I'm still here” Kiri is quick to point out, nearly gagging at how Neteyam gazed at Y/n. He totally forgot about Kiri, the moment he was within their space it was as if a magnet directed him to Y/n. His smile never weavering. The stare alone caused Y/n to feel giddy, her toes curling as shivers went down her spine.

“S-sorry, are you done with your training Ma’Neteyam?” Y/n asks, clearing her throat out of embarrassment. Neteyam simply hums in response, watching closely at how her eyes peered up into his. How she licked her lips out of nervousness as he felt his heart warm up at the sight. He could go hours with just watching her, everything about her was simply amazing in his eyes.

“What’s this for?” Neteyam asks softly, looking between them at the basket arrayed with fruits. Y/n gasps, she had forgotten all about the fruit, the main reason why she searched for Neteyam in the first place.

“I brought them for your students. You’ve been training all day. I wanted you to have a refreshing snack” Y/n admits, her eyes watching how Neteyam seems to smile wider, if it were possible.

“Thank you yawne, you take such good care of us” Neteyam praises, pecking her forehead once more before turning back to his squad. He calls for their attention, taking the basket with him. The students holler a quick thanks before reaching Neteyam devouring what they could manage.

“You’re an skxawng, Y/n” Kiri pipes up, once again reminding the girl she was still there.

“W-ha-, How?!” Y/n sputters her eyes turning from the group to her friend. Kiri shrugs her shoulders, rolling her eyes.

“You’re an idiot for not seeing how much Neteyam loves you. Heck, when you’re near him it’s as if all he can see is You. He’s so infatuated with you it’s exhausting!!” Kiri points out. Y/n smiles at her friend's words. If that were true then there is no reason why Neteyam would hold back. Right?

“Ok, thank you for the boost of confidence. I needed that, today….I’ll try again!” Y/n declares, her eyes brimming with determination

“Ew Y/n, don’t tell me about your plans for tonight. He is still my brother, yuck!” Kiri cringes.

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After the training session and the snack break Y/n excused herself to head home. She intended on facing Neteyam regarding the issue that plagued her thoughts, but she had to get ready first. Neteyam was hesitant in letting her go home alone but Y/n had insisted.

She carefully ties her loincloth in place, a new piece that she had worked on. It was beautiful, breathtaking even. It had intricately woven pieces with beads that made it shine beautifully. Granted it was a tad bit….tiny. But that was the point, she needed to look her best to be able to get Neteyam where she wanted him.

Y/n glances at the entrance of the tent, her brows furrowing. He should have been home by now, but he was running late. Y/n silently prays that he was ok, and that it was something simple that took up his time. As she organized the tent, she accidentally caused the quiver holding her arrows to lose its balance and topple on the floor. Splaying out the arrows.

Groaning in annoyance Y/n moves her braided locks behind her ear, bending down to reach for the arrows scattered onto the floor. She was grateful she was alone in the tent, for the position she was in was quite revealing and embarrassing.

“Y/n, sorry I’m la-a-'' Neteyam walks into the tent, his eyes falling on his mate. Bent over in a compromising position. Her body bent forward as her nimble fingers grabbed the arrows that lay before her. Her back arched slightly, as her loincloth had shifted upon the position.

Neteyam sucks in a deep breath, his face turning hot as he catches the tiniest glance of her treasure. He desperately wanted to turn away, but how could he. It looked so tempting and knowing that all that belonged to him and him alone prevented him from moving.

Y/n lets out a surprised gasp standing up and turning around in a flash to the sound of his voice. Her face adorned with her own blush of embarrassment. “N-neteyam! Sorry, what did you say?” She asks breathlessly.

Neteyam’s eyes widened, his body stiff. Y/n feels herself flush, a pang of excitement ringing through her. He was staring at her with longing and desire. Has her plan finally worked out??

“S-sorry. Do you need help?” Neteyam forces out through clenched teeth. He felt his body go ablaze, his eyes taking in what his mate was wearing. A tiny top, and an even tinier loincloth. No wonder he was able to see what he saw on accident. And it didn't help that and every bead on her garment was his favorite color, catching his attention right away.

“No, I’m fine….why don’t you come in? I wanted to speak to you about something” Y/n says softly, her eyes peering up into her mate. Neteyam gulps nervously. She looked so attractive, so alluring. The more he stood there the more he felt his self resolve crumble beneath his feet.

“A-actually, Lo’ak needed me for something-“ Y/n’s smile instantly disappears, a frown taking form. “-I think it was u-urgent. I have to go!” Neteyam hurries out.

Y/n reaches her hand to stop him, and in record time Neteyam had disappeared. Gone into the night to Ewya knows where. Another attempt, failed again. Y/n wipes the angry tears that began to fall down her cheeks. She had enough. She wouldn’t beg any longer.

If Neteyam wanted her, he knew where to find her. Until then she would keep her distance. Y/n bitterly came to that conclusion before turning to change into a more comfortable outfit.

Unbeknownst to her, Neteyam rushed to the nearest river, the one he knew to be cold. He needed a shower, to wash away all the impure thoughts that took over his mind as he covered his groin area.

~~ Neteyam frowns, his eyes trained in his students who had been working hard under his guidance. Their bodies sleek with sweat as Neteyam put them through his rigorous training. The students seemed exhausted but still pushed through.

For the past week their teacher, Neteyam, had been on edge. His smiles didn’t reach his eyes, in fact he didn’t smile often anymore. He was rough with his training, and he didn’t even greet them with his happy going smile. Something had been up, but none of the young warriors had the bravery to ask him.

And something had been up. For the past week Neteyam had noticed a change within his mate. She had been spending more time with her friends, Kiri and Mo’at for her Tsahik training. He barely got to see her other than in the morning when he would get ready to leave and at night when he would come home.

She also didn’t greet him with her usual smile that lit up the world. He felt the light in his life disrepair at that revelation. He tried to approach her regarding her cold behavior but she would brush him off. Opting to busy herself instead of confronting the situation.

Neteyam was miserable. He hasn't been able to kiss her properly let alone hold her. She would always duck his advances, their routinely morning kisses have disappeared. Even when they slept Y/n kept her distance. The only time Neteyam had her within his arms would be when she was in a deep sleep, when he would carefully pull her against him. Inhaling her scent, memorizing it in fear that she would be cold yet again by morning.

“Neteyam?” A voice calls, snapping him from his deep thoughts. He turns to face his student, Ma’via. She stood on her tiptoes, standing closer to him. He didn’t feel comfortable but she was his student. What did he have to worry about?

“Yes?” He asks quietly, still throwing glances at his tried students in training,

“We’re all tired….we’ve been working so hard, I was wondering if we could call it a day?” She asks, her eyelashes fluttering in an attempt to retain his attention. Neteyam barely notices, his eyes trained on his students. He feels a pang of guilt knowing that in a way he was pouring his frustration onto his students.

“Yes, we’ll call it a day for today” he agrees, turning fully to his students announcing the news. The students all collectively let out sighs of relief, sending a quick thanks his way. As they grab their belongings to leave, Netayam also grabs his own bow, slinging it over his chest. He turns to leave only to notice that Ma’via hasn't moved an inch.

“Was there something else?” He asks, taking a step away from her. Ma’via’s eyes light up at his words.

“Actually yes, I was wondering if you could help me with target practice? I’ve aced everything else, but I wanted to perfect my archery skills” she asks, taking a step closer. Neteyam’s shoulders go stiff, his eyes squinting down at her.

“I thought you and the others were tired?”

Ma’via lets out a shrill laugh. Waving her hand dismissively at his claim

“The other warriors were scared to ask for an early leave. I just voiced their concern-“ she takes a small step towards him “-I would very much like to continue, I have great…………….endurance” she whispers.

Neteyam clears his throat. He feels anger fuel within him at his students' obvious attempt to flirt with him. He opens his mouth, ready to put her in her place when someone else pipes up.

“Neteyam would love to” Jake pipes up startling the two. Ma’via quickly bows her head, offering him a gesture at her Olo'eyktan. Neteyam follows through. He may have been his father, but he was the clan's leader. Jake responds with a smile, he made it his personal mission to drop into his son's sessions unannounced. To see how he was training the young ones.

“But F-father, I best get home. Y/n is waiting for me” Neteyam says sternly, hoping that the mention of his mates name would smack some sense into the girl beside him. He was taken, he was mated. He had Y/n.

Jake smiled understandingly, he looked at the girl beside his son who was giving him a pleading look.

“Just for a little bit Neteyam. The poor girl is asking our second best archer for guidance. I’m sure Y/n won’t mind.”

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Boy, did Y/n mind. It had been long after the eclipse. And no sign of Neteyam. Y/n felt her shoulders slouch. She had put this upon herself in a way, acting cold towards him and maintaining distance. She made him feel her anger and sadness, all while not giving him an explanation.

She was racked with guilt but she had to make a statement. She had to be heard. Spending time with her friends only fueled her rage, they went on and on about how they couldn’t keep their hands to one another with their mates. How mating before Eywa just made them that more irresistible to one another. Which only begged the question. Why hasn't Neteyam done anything?

Her throughs get interrupted by a shuffling near the entrance. She already had dinner placed neatly on the mat, ready to be eaten. She turns around seeing Neteyam walk in. His breathing uneven as though he ran against the wind to arrive on time.

“I-I’m sorry I’m late” he says, his ears twitching under Y/n’s stare. He felt much relief after managing to get by with a very quick lesson with Ma’via. Luckily Jake decided to stay for the tiny lesson, which made it hard for the girl to press up against him. Neteyam prayed to Ewya in thanks that his father was present.

Y/n nods, looking away from him. Her back facing him as she fiddles with the bowl in front of her. Neteyam frowns, his sadness bubbling to anger. He spent all day in misery, , he had to push off his students' advances who had to teach individually. He was tense all day, the least he would want is the embrace of his comforting mate.

“Y/n” Neteyam calls his vice stern. He sets his weapon and band down, his eyes still trained on her back.

“Yes?” Y/n asks, her back still facing him. She didn’t want to see his face, or him to see hers. To see how close she was too profusely apologizing to him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, stepping closer to her. He takes notice of how her body tensed at his words.

“What do you mean?” Y/n whispers, feeling the tense atmosphere.

“You know damn well what I mean, what’s wrong? Why have you been acting so…..different?!” Neteyam says, a bit louder than before. He tried not to sound harsh, he just couldn’t hold all the pent up sadness anymore.

Y/n abruptly stands up, trying to face Neteyam. His eyes locked onto her, the way she bit her lips. The way her eyes were slightly glossed over. It dawns on him that she’s been suffering just as much as him. She missed him.

“You don’t know?” Y/n states through clenched teeth. Opting to stare at his chest rather than his eyes. Neteyam huffs in annoyance.

“If I knew, we wouldn’t be in this predicament in the first place!” He stains, as he takes a cautious step forward. Luckily Y/n doesn’t take a step back.

“Yawne, love. Ma’Y/n, please tell me what’s wrong. How can I figure it out, if you ice me out like that? What have I done?” Neteyam whispers, his sadness getting the better of him.

Y/n bites her lips harshly, nearly drawing blood. Her eyes trained to the floor below.

“It’s what you haven’t done Neteyam….do you even love me anymore?” Y/n asks, her voice weaving.

Neteyam’s eyes nearly bulge out their sockets at her words. How in Ewya’s world did she ever think that?

“What?? How could you think that Y/n, I love you. You’re my mate. You are my world! My future! How could you think I don’t love you anymore?!” Neteyam panics, his hands grasping her shoulders.

He felt his heart throb in pain at her words. Had he not been a good mate? Had he not paid attention to her? Not loved her enough? Neteyam’s thoughts kept getting worse as the silence took over.

Y/n peers up at him, her eyes landing on his that were searching her face for answers.

“Then…..why-“ Y/n’s words get caught off when a scent evades her system due to their close proximity. Y/n knew Neteyam’s scent as if it were her own, it smelt of the words, the forest that she loved. She loved his scent, she felt at home when she would inhale his scent like it was a drug to her. But now, the scent that wafted off of him was not his.

Y/n rips her shoulders away from Neteyam’s grasp. Her eyes pinch together as she glares up at her mate. Neteyam takes a step back, concern lacing his eyes.

“You were with her?!?” Y/n nearly screams. Tears free falling down her cheeks. Neteyam feels his heart sink, his hands itching to wipe the tears away. But Y/n maintains the distance, holding up her hand so Neteyam couldn’t get closer.

“W-what?”

“You were with Ma’via!! I can smell her on you Neteyam…” Y/n hisses, her ears pinned back in anger. Her tail swishing behind her uncontrollably. Neteyam felt his mouth hang at her words. Was she jealous?

“Yawne, what-“

“Don’t call me that!!” Y/n snaps, her sobs taking over her form. She shook out of pure anguish.

“Y/n please, calm down.” Neteyam says, taking a step forward. He gently takes her hands into his interlocking fingers. He felt her shake against him making him feel terrible.

“I was with Ma’via. Father came to the session and encouraged me to help her out with her archery. Trust me, father was with me the entire time” Neteyam says softly, taking another step towards her. Y/n’s sobs slowly calm at his words, her tears still falling freely.

“Is that what this is about? About Ma’via? Are you….. jealous? Because baby, I swear I’ll put her under another teacher if I have to. I cannot let her come between us” Neteyam pleads, his eyes solely on Y/n. His mate.

Y/n shakes her head, looking down at the ground. Neteyam noticed the way her ears turned purple under his state. As if we’re out of embarrassment.

“It’s not that just that” Y/n hiccups.

“Hm?”

Neteyam raised an eyebrow. Seeing as she wasn't fighting off his touches anymore he pulled her closer to him, her body pressed against his. Oh how much he missed their body, the heat that felt devine against him. He couldn’t fathom how he managed to survive the past week with little to no physical contact.

“I….Neteyam, you don’t….touch me” Y/n stutters out. Neteyam nearly chokes at her words.

Neteyam clears his throat, his eyes on high alert as if he were in denial as to what came out of her mouth.

“What?” Neteyam reaches up, cupping her cheeks. He tilts her head up, using his thumb to wipe away the tears Y/n had stopped crying, her eyes stare into his filled with conflict.

“We’ve mated a while ago…and you’ve never touched me. You’ve never made the move to…mate with me…it is as if you are not attracted to me.” Y/n admits, the dam that held her deep thoughts breaking.

Neteyam takes a sharp inhale at her words, his palms cup her puffy cheeks. He leans in, his breath fanning against her.

“Y/n, you have know idea how much I love you. How much I’m attracted to you…you--“ Neteyam takes a deep breath, clenching his teeth at the memories of the many occasions he had to take care of his own urges because of her. “-you have no idea how badly I want you” Neteyam gasps out. Y/n eyes widen, she watches shyly at how Neteyam’s eyes are blown wide. His desire for her out on display.

“But I cannot do anything to you. Not yet Sevin..” Neteyam admits, his eyes looked to be in pain at his own words.

“Why?” Y/n whispers. Not fully understanding where he came from. Clearly he was in love, clearly he desired her. What was stopping him?

“As you know, I’m not new to sex-“ Y/n nods, waiting for him to continue.

“-a while ago, I overheard you tell Kiri. That you’re a…Virgin. Untouched…” Neteyam admits. Y/n’s tail goes stiff. Sure she needed to express her status to Neteyam. She just wanted to express it the night they became intimate.

“And, I was afraid. I still am. You are so precious to me, so important. I want to cherish every bit of you, but at the same time I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hurt you. You don’t have any idea what I dream of, what I desire. What I want to…do to you”

Y/n breaths hitches, feeling herself get hot at his words.

With his jaws clenched he takes in another deep breath, calming down his heart rate.

“I want to be careful with you, Y/n. I want to take it easy….you're my precious tsyeym. I must handle you as such. As delicate as treasure. As delicate as a flower” Neteyam says, causing Y/n to smile.

All this time she thought Neteyam wasn't attracted to her, when in reality he was holding himself back because of how much he wanted her. He held back his urges for her, for her safety and comfort. And Y/n couldn’t help but fall more in love.

“Oh Neteyam, you are too kind for your own good” Y/n whimpers out, tears beginning sting yet again. Neteyam smiles, his thumb caressing her cheek.

“Of course Yawne. You are my world. My tsyeym. I will cherish you forever” Y/n leans up, catching his lips against hers. Neteyam accidently lets out a whine upon contact. It had been so long that he’d been deprived of her touch, her kisses. The mere touch of her lips against his sent a pleasurable shiver through his body.

Y/n reaches up, wrapping her arms around his neck. She deepens the kiss by slipping her tongue through his lips as they dance along one another. Neteyam’s arms trail down to her hip, keeping her close. The kiss gets heated, their canines clash against each other as they exchange saliva. The need for air being the only reason they part.

Neteyam lets out a satisfied sigh, as if life had been brought back into him. He leans his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes.

“What if I told you I’m ready. That I want to properly mate with you?” Y/n whispers breathlessly against his lips. Neteyam’s eyes widened momentarily. His words get caught in his throat at what she was implying.

“Are you sure yawne? I don’t want to pressure you” he gasps back, his voice cracking. Y/n chuckles, her eyes crinkling as she smiles wide.

“More than anything. I’ve been trying to get you to notice my advances the past few weeks” she admits, her cheeks flushing purple. All the failed attempts, not knowing how much her mate was holding himself back.

A deep growl rips through Neteyam’s chest as he recalls the events from the last few weeks. It felt like utter hell for him seeing her in such ways, not being able to do anything about it. “Oh, I’ve noticed. You don’t have any idea how hard it was for me” Neteyam groans softly, pulling her flush against him. Holding her tighter.

“Hmm? Care to elaborate?”

Neteyam’s chest rumbles with a deep chuckle, the innocent eyes that stare into his own, throwing him in for a loop. The tightening in his loincloth started to become that more prominent.

“Of course, But I can do you one better.”

“Oh? How’s that?”

Neteyam’s smirk stretches wide. His grip on her tightening. Y/n yelps suddenly as Neteyam unexpectedly hauls her up. Her legs instinctively wrap around his hips so she wouldn't fall.

“How about I show you?”

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A/N: HI everyone!!! Thank you for staying this long for Part One!!! Part Two will be out by the weekend hopefully, it'll be NSFW so if you don't want to read it, that's totally fine!! Also, I know I said that I'd post 'My Dearly Detested' after I'm done this, but I'm so excited that I decided to post the prologue of that mini series today!! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed! Your comment's and likes are greatly appreciated. I love the comments I receive from your guys!!

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ozzgin · 8 months

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So @moonthundersoldier requested a Predator x Reader headcanon and I have to say, I took my time with it as an excuse to watch Prey and whip out my dusty old comics. I‘m a big fan of Alien and Predator and this was my chance to finally try my hand at it! Hopefully it turns out alright.

Various Predators x Predator! Reader Headcanons

Featuring various Yautja types that independently find and court a mysterious reader raised by humans.

Part 1: Meeting

Part 2: Courting

Part 3: Mating

Backstory

The earliest memory you have of your parents consists only of their wide backs as they hastily controlled the ship, looking for a new hunting ground. You were born to a pair of bad bloods that have been exiled by their clan. They were loudly typing in the parameters for the landing, which so far wasn’t looking gracious. Just as the ship brushed against Earth‘s atmosphere, a foreign vessel appeared behind. Judging by the angry growls of your parents, it wasn’t a good thing.

You of course don’t recall any of it, but what followed was a swift battle once the landing jets touched the ground. The second ship opened up without delay and several Predators in stark white armor marched their way out. They were enforcers, dispatched to hunt down criminals such as your parents. As they finished their gruesome task, they noticed the remaining heat radiating from the cockpit. Had they missed a member? Then again, the overall shape was too small for a regular man. One of the officers climbed into the collapsed remains of the ship and spotted you. Troublesome. He nonchalantly grabbed your carrier and walked out, showing the cause of mild concern to the others. The important things such as weapons were to be returned to Yautja Prime, anything else destroyed. So, what were they supposed to do with you?

The answer was found rather quickly, as their helmets notified them of approaching life forms. Most likely wild animals, in which case you would also be taken care of. The suckling of fugitives could hardly integrate back in the clan. This was for the best. So they quickly discarded the remaining wreckage and boarded their vessel once again.

“Oh God, what is that?” a tall man shouts as he approaches your abandoned carrier, holding tight onto the shotgun. “Some sort of creature…Be careful!”

The plump woman with a sunburned face that had followed behind was now just a few inches from you, bending over with genuine curiosity. “Are you serious right now? Put that shotgun down, it’s a baby!” Seemingly unperturbed by your unusual appearance, she picked you up and briefly analyzed your features before lifting your carrier and turning around. “Let’s go, I’m not leaving a child behind. We’ll figure it out.”

Reader’s countryside life

And so you were raised by honest, loving and - most importantly - human farmers. Since you’ve been equipped with proper, superior intelligence, it has been easy for you to acquire the human language. The clicks and growls were slowly replaced with fully articulated words. Save for your reptilian appearance, you are otherwise an authentic member of the family.

You might have the docile, caring behavior of a human, but your predator instincts have not been discarded. You’re taller and stronger than your “relatives”, and the more dangerous labor of guarding or hunting has been in your hands for many years now. The old shotgun now serves as a dusty wall decoration, it could never compete with your claws, speed and ferocity. Your heart remains that of a hunter.

Eventually it becomes a vague gossip within the cities of Yautja Prime that one of their own might be roaming Earth, completely unaware of their roots. A Predator woman, trained by humans. What would the outcome be? Curiosity peaks for certain Predators and they can’t help but wish to see you with their own eyes. Maybe the different backgrounds would provide future younglings with unknown exotic advantages.

Your peaceful life comes to an end when the first of many suitors descends onto the bizarre planet and manages to track you down. The first encounter leaves you speechless: are there more individuals like you out there? You feel relief flushing over you as the knowledge of similar creatures settles in. You weren’t alone, after all. And soon enough you even learn to describe what you’ve always questioned about yourself. You’re a Yautja, a Predator.

Predators meeting the reader

You’ve really caught the feral Predator’s eyes. He has parted ways with modern technology a long time ago and prefers to hunt with minimal tools. He finds your way of surviving very similar to his tribal lifestyle, relying more on strength and agility that have been polished in raw nature. He’s the one that teaches you the native language and tells you about the Homeworld, though he suspects you come from a different hemisphere. He likes to observe the tactics you’ve developed to hunt the animals of this world and shares his own experience and tips with you. He has grown fond of the wilderness on this planet and plans to propose that the two of you build a family away from the needless hassle of cities. If there’s such a thing as a soul mate, then Black Warrior has entrusted him to be yours.

The visit you receive from an elite Predator is not as cozy. He watches you from afar and notices your interactions with the humans. His guide marks them as targets, so why are you acting all chummy with boring prey? They don’t seem to have combat skills and yet you bring them game and offer protection. He refuses to believe that you’ve been in some way enslaved, bringing shame to your kind. He decides to confront you and demand answers. Having learned the language, you explain that this is your clan, the family that raised you. You’re a bit annoyed that this complete stranger is bringing in his hierarchies and social constructs as some sort of universal law. You do not care for his philosophy of power and warn him to be respectful of the customs here. Aha, there it is. Your imposing figure and assertive threats confirm to him you’re a proper Yautja despite the circumstances. His initial frown is replaced by a satisfied expression. Don’t worry, your potential won’t go to waste in this dump of weaklings. He’ll take you home with him and show you the true meaning of a Predator family. Even if he has to fight you a little for it.

This fugitive bad blood has finally found you. He’d known your parents for a long time and heard about their demise, but he never expected they’d leave an offspring behind. He scans your figure with a certain impertinence, pleased by what he sees. Should he kill the humans and capture you as his mate? It’s certainly the most entertaining option. He smugly shows you his trophy belt, bearing the skulls of defeated prey, and asks you if your little creatures deserve a spot. You assume a fighting stance and erratic clicking sounds erupt from his chest, most likely a laugh. You have no tools and you’ve only ever fought…what…little Earth piglets half the size of a Predator Hound? But it’s alright, he wants a feisty mother for his children. Give your best shot.

By far the most challenging admirer has been the Berserker. You can see the similarity between the two of you, but the blood red eyes are unlike all the other Predators you’ve encountered before. Merely seconds after discovering your presence, the creature attempted to dominate you and you had to trash your way out of its grasp. You try to assess the situation but have little time to contemplate before the next attack occurs. He’s heavier and larger than you or the other Predators and as much as you hate to admit, taking him down could prove difficult. What does he want? He thankfully hasn’t redirected his aim towards your family, and if he so desired he may have killed you by now. He retracts his claws and turns to face you once again. He’s mocking you, not even keeping his guard up. But there’s something else in his eyes, a primal urge that sends cold shivers down your spine. He’s going to make you his.

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ronwestbreeze · 7 months

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you're gonna go far | 4

pairing: jake sully x neytiri x tsu'tey x fem!human! reader summary: a scientist arrives on pandora (unwillingly) a year after the exile of the rda. now she must deal with the likes of a clan leader, a great warrior, and a thanator rider. . . word count: 6.3k

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“You are very loud.”

You heard this after placing a few fruits in your new bag. You found Neytiri up on a branch, looking down at you with a semi-annoyed and semi-light expression.

“I didn’t even say anything.” You frowned, turning to walk back to the compound.

Neytiri jumped down from the branch—surprisingly not making a sound—and followed you. “You did not have to.”

She then came up next to you and kicked your ankle.

“Ow.”

“You walk loud. Attracting creatures to you.” Neytiri pointed at your feet—or rather your shoes. “If you keep going into the forest then you must be quiet. With your feet and body.”

Your brows raised at this, “Really? Hmm. I’ll try to remember that.” Perhaps you would start walking through the forest with no shoes on, they were a bother anyway. You won’t miss it too much. Plus, being barefoot wasn’t all that much of a difference. Back on Earth, you would’ve loved to walk around the world with just your feet. But with everything dying and sick, you always kept yourself protected. Earth wasn’t much of a safe place anymore.

Much less a home.

While your mind whirred on with different ideas and plans for your garden and future attempts at foraging, you continued your way back to the compound, still with Neytiri following after you, noticeably a lot quieter in her step than you were. You cringed.

Maybe she did have a point about that after all.

You glanced over your shoulder at her and frowned, “Was that all you came for, or is there a point to this visit?”

Her ears fluttered, “I check to see if you are not making a mess.”

You huffed, “Gee, thanks.”

As the compound finally came into view, Neytiri ran ahead of you toward your mushrooms’ new spot. On her back, you noticed was a sling of sorts, and sitting in it was a baby.

Usually, you didn’t pay too much attention to babies—but this one was particularly familiar. It was a bit foggy, but you were sure you remembered him sleeping in that very sling before. And someone else was holding him at the time.

Only this time, the baby stared right back at you when your eyes met his yellow ones.

Cautiously, you stood next to Neytiri who was busily crouched down to examine your mushrooms. The baby had yet to stop staring at you.

You shuffled, hugging your tablet to your chest, “That baby yours?”

At the question, Neytiri looked up at you and then at the baby she carried, a free gentle smile tugging at her lips upon looking at him. “Yes. His name is Neteyam.”

You nodded and the baby, Neteyam, smiled at his mother and then looked back at you with the same curious yet innocent eyes. “Hello, Neteyam.”

Of course, he probably didn’t understand you—but it would’ve been awkward for you not to acknowledge him—especially with him staring straight at you at all times. But then again, you didn’t know whether or not the natives wanted you to interact with their younglings, so greeting him shortly and as politely as you could was the best option.

Indulge them—like you would any other human baby a parent forced you to acknowledge back on Earth. Sometimes even that wasn’t enough for them. They would keep pestering and cooing at you to hold them, even though you’d express very clearly that you were not comfortable holding one.

A pureness like that didn’t belong in hands like yours.

Instead of pestering you, Neytiri eyed you for a moment, like she expected something, before turning her attention back to the mushrooms. “Your crops are good. Take great care of them and they will grow well for you.”

“It’s only been a couple of days since I moved it. But yeah, you’re right. They’ve definitely gotten better. Thank you again.”

It was your turn to examine her now. Neytiri didn’t look much older than you—or maybe you were older, you couldn’t tell. One thing you did know was that you were sure that she didn’t like you before—well, your species. Same as that clan leader, Tsu’tey. Now, you wondered why she was willingly helping you with the garden.

Now, you were wondering if this was related to the first time you met her. The very first time.

When she watched you nearly die.

Your eyes glanced toward Neteyam again, who was snuggled into his mother’s chest, eyes drooping close. Honestly, you were surprised at how calm he was. Hadn’t made a peep or a cry once. In the back of your mind—the scientist part of you wondered if all Na’vi babies were like that.

Eventually, you moved away from the mushrooms, adjusting your bag of fruits you nearly forgotten. “I’ll harvest the fruits later today, um, first I’m heading to my mother’s burial.” You then frowned, remembering Tsu’tey’s warning—although mirky. You can’t forget the way his scowl seared into your skull, tattooing itself onto your mind. “Would that cause any problems?”

“No.” Neytiri adjusted the sling careful not to disturb the nearly asleep Neteyam. “But I will go with you. You are still too loud.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t bother to protest.

Mixed with exhaustion and spending most of your day foraging, you didn’t have the energy to fight her about it. Besides, last time she was with you, it wasn’t too bad. Better than her than random warriors watching you with severe gazes. Like you were about to attack them and not the other way around.

You weren’t entirely sure what to do about her son. Even though he was near asleep, you supposed you’d possibly get used to his presence as time rolled on.

Judging from your memory, it took a few minutes for you to find your mother’s burial. It was a good long way away from Hell’s Gate, that you definitely remembered. Mostly because you were counting the time in how much oxygen you had left in your mask.

When you found the familiar lump in the ground and the flowers surrounding it, you quietly sat down in front of it while taking your mother’s songcord from around your right wrist and holding it in your hands The size looked different in your blue palms compared to your human ones.

Neytiri sat down a couple of feet away from you, cradling the sling and Neteyam in her arms, humming a gentle tune to the infant. You found yourself watching the two in a faraway daze until you noticed a beaded necklace attached to Neytiri’s waist.

You nodded to it, “Do you have a songcord?”

She looked at you and nodded, “For my son. And another for my mates.”

You nodded, slightly intrigued. “I didn’t know Na’vi weren’t monogamous.”

There were some aspects you knew of the Na’vi—you weren’t totally in the dark about some things. Like the mates part. You weren’t entirely informed about it, but all you did know was that mating was common among them. Joan’s videos mentioned it once and didn’t go into too much detail. Not even researchers understand most of it.

So you couldn’t help but ask, “Do you guys often have more than one mate?” Neytiri’s ears flicked, a reluctant look on her face. You frowned at this, “You don’t have to tell me—”

She shook her head, “The Great Mother will give us one and sometimes more. She decides. And we listen.”

The Eywa bit was still a bit confusing to you—but you weren’t going to touch on that quite yet—perhaps that would be something else that could distract you later on.

Instead, you focused on her songcord, “How do you make those?”

Neteyam squirmed in the sling, his little tail swishing against Neytiri’s stomach. She caressed the side of his head to calm him, “You must understand our way before you make one.”

“I doubt your people would like that.” You scoffed as you tied your mother’s songcord back onto your wrist—this time the left. “Much less that Tsu’tey.”

“He is protective of us. Of his people.” Neytiri defended with a frown. “He is our Olo’eyktan, I do not fault him for being that way. And you are an outsider. You should not be here.”

You hummed, “So I’ve heard.”

Neytiri stared at you. And you stared back until you dropped your gaze back down to the songcord.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were aware of your tail moving behind you. Swishing back and forth against the forest floor. Neteyam giggled and Neytiri, speaking in her native tongue, spoke to the infant in such adoration, that it was almost startling to you.

Your ears twitched toward them.

Surprisingly, the baby’s sounds were somewhat comforting. Easing the tenseness in your muscles.

Neytiri then spoke after a long pause, “What would your songcord say? If you make one. If I taught you how.”

You thought about it for a moment before shaking your head, “You said they’re for remembering, right? To be honest, it’d be too sad.”

Neytiri’s frown deepened which confused you, “Life is not one moment. Your—grief for your mother is forever but life does not stop moving.”

You winced. And she was staring at you again—god, she did that a lot. Her intense gaze drilled into the side of your head but you instead focused on the flowers surrounding your mother’s burial. Vibrant, just as your mother was.

“She was all I had.” You mumbled numbly while glaring at the lump in the ground. “How can something that was so permanent in your life suddenly be gone? How can you move on from that?”

Neytiri’s tail lashed behind her, “I never said you do. It is just the way of life.”

“Well, life’s shit.”

Surprisingly, Neytiri smiled. This time it was directed toward you. “You sound like Jake.”

“Hmm, he sounds somewhat smart then.”

Neytiri noticed you did not smile even when you made the joke.

You gently ran your fingers along the lump and soil of the ground. And for a moment, it was just you and your mother. Never mind that Neytiri was there with you, never mind the strange new world you were now trapped in. Right now, it was just the both of you.

“I’ve always wanted to come to Pandora.” You said to no one in particular. “With her. It was our dream. Then she went without me and….now I’m here. In the place of my dreams, the place I’ve always daydreamed about since I was a child—and I still can’t move. I feel so heavy. Even when I get up, even when I distract my scorpion-filled mind, I still feel like going back to bed and staying there until the world forgets about me.” You snorted bitterly, clutching the soil between your fingers. “Instead, I would rather be the shadow of my mother’s tombstone instead of going forward. How sad is that?”

And then there was the exhaustion. This heavyweight kept you rooted to the ground, even when you wanted to fly away into the clouds. The ground would swallow you whole instead.

“It is sad,” Neytiri spoke up, drawing you a bit out of your drowning thoughts. Even then you still felt like you were underwater. Like it was endless. Her voice was almost a muffled sound barely reaching your water-filled ears. “Being sad is okay. There is no need to hide it or ignore it. It is the way we are. We have loss. That is a very unfortunate truth for all of us.”

You made an absent sound of agreement, gaze never leaving the burial. Still not entirely there. Still not entirely human yet. “I still wonder if it’s worth it, you know? The loneliness—it’s the loneliness, I can’t take it sometimes…”

Something in your eyes ached, your throat feeling tight until you finally caught yourself. You glanced toward Neytiri who was—as expected—still watching you. This time with a familiar look in her eyes. Understanding and something else. Something you despised.

You felt stupid then.

Opening up to a stranger. Asking for pity from someone who probably went through a lot worse than you? Neytiri—as far as your knowledge of the war a year ago went—had lost her people and home. Who were you to even ask for her sympathy? For her pity?

It was so pathetic.

With that, you straightened your back and turned your gaze away from her, your walls slowly building themselves back up out of obsessive protection. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said all that.” You got to your feet, pissed at yourself, still avoiding Neytiri’s look.

Something about this area.

It always left you too vulnerable.

“I should go harvest some of the plants now…” You gave a jerkish nod to Neytiri. “I’ll see you around.”

You didn’t wait for a response as you began your journey back to the compound.

Neytiri returned to the village, deciding to keep today’s events to herself.

It wasn’t something to speak about yet. Not to Jake. Not to Tsu’tey.

Not yet.

“There you are.” Jake smiled toward her and Neteyam in greeting as she entered their shared hut. Neteyam instantly reached for him and Jake took the little one in his arms, face alight with warmth and love as he held his son close to him.

Neytiri found herself smiling in relief and adoration at the sight as she took a seat on the floor. There was a sense of comfort and ease whenever she came back home to her mates and child. Even with today’s events, she felt her tense muscles relax a bit just as in this simple scene. At Jake’s love for their child. For their firstborn.

“Where did you take him this time?” Jake asked, looking up at her with the same adoration.

“To the Sky Person. She has a false body now.” Neytiri responded honestly, putting her bow down. She noticed her songcord tied to her loincloth and stared at it in particular.

A surprised look crossed his face, “You went to see her?”

She frowned in confusion at his reaction, “Yes.”

“And?” Jake watched her reaction curiously.

Neytiri noticed this and she, for a moment, while watching her son tug at one of Jake’s locks, considered her words carefully.

“It is sad. Very sad, Ma’Jake.” And that was all she offered. Jake just looked at her, the comfortable smile now gone and instead replaced with a contemplative frown. She then leaned toward him curiously, “What do you think of her? You were like her once. You understand their emotions and their way of expression better than most.”

Jake’s ears twitched and moved his gaze down. It wasn’t avoidant but thoughtful as she spoke, “Besides the obvious, she found out her mother just died, so there’s not much mystery to her reactions there. I understand it…and I, well, I didn’t exactly do a great job at empathizing before. If anything, I probably only made things worse when it came to her.” He winced as if he were remembering something—an expression that had become very common these days when it came to him. “Other than that, I can’t get a read on her. And I don’t know if that’s unsettling or not.”

“She is much easier to read in her false body,” Neytiri added thoughtfully, patting down a rebellious strand of hair on her son’s head, watching him nuzzle himself into his father’s chest. “Perhaps you should talk to her as well—my mother seems to believe her and Eywa, she has favored her for a reason. I want to understand why.”

He snorted, “I don’t know if we should even be left in a room alone together.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. One of us might kill each other.”

Neytiri gave him a look at his joke, “Then I would come to make sure you both behave.”

“I don’t know if behaving is the problem.”

Before Neytiri could question his comment, their attention immediately snapped to the two figures now entering their hut. Tsu’tey being one of them with a relaxed smile on his face as he greeted them, “Ma yawne!” He approached Neytiri first, wrapping her in his arms from behind, one hand resting on her stomach. “How is our little one?”

Tsu’tey also seemed more relieved and at ease as soon as he entered their shared home. It was like a safe place for them. Away from clan duties, away from the Sky People, away from the world entirely.

She smiled, leaning further into his hold, “Strong, like his Papa.”

“Good, good.” He held her and her stomach a while longer before moving toward Jake and Neteyam.

Glancing over her shoulder, Neytiri frowned when she saw Artsut standing at the entryway of their hut—looking disapproving as usual. And with that, Neytiri took to ignoring her, turning her attention back to her mates. Focusing on her comfort.

Tsu’tey was now holding Neteyam while Jake gently squeezed the former’s spot between his neck and shoulder—the very rare physical affection that he would only show around herself and Tsu’tey. Another strong difference between the Sky People and her people. They weren’t as carefree with affection as her people were. Just another way of reserving their emotions that Neytiri didn’t quite understand.

Silently, Neytiri decided that this was too good of a moment to ruin. That the Sky Person who could not smile would have to wait for now. She decided this, even though she could not stop thinking about you.

But of course, Artsut could not let things simply be.

“The time to find your last mate is nearing.” Artsut huffed, nose turned upward. She stared down at the small family as if they were a small bug she could step on. “There will be no more time wasted on this, son. It is time to begin choosing.”

Jake’s jaw tightened. Tsu’tey sighed. And Neytiri continued ignoring her.

“We’ve just had Neteyam and have another on the way,” Tsu’tey responded patiently, pressing a gentle kiss to their son’s head. “Let us be grateful for this. There is no rush—”

“I will not be at rest until you are fully accepted by Eywa—”

“And how do you know we aren’t?” Tsu’tey’s voice was calm. Dangerously so. Neytiri could see he was seconds away from snapping. With his duties as Olo’eyktan and now his mother’s constant badgering on a knowingly sensitive subject was just about it.

Artsut hissed, “How do you know that you are? Considering you’re mated with a demon, it barely makes up for—”

“Mother, I warn you.” Tsu’tey snapped his eyes glaring over Neytiri’s head at the older woman.

But she continued with venom practically dripping from her tongue. “I want a true grandson of our blood! I will not accept any more of your half-breeds—”

“That’s enough!” Jake hissed as he shot to his feet before Neytiri could stop him—face roaring with vibrant rage. Jake wasn’t an expressive man. So him losing his resolve so quickly at that, was quite startling whenever it did happen.

Neytiri stood, grabbing his arm to try and calm him. They should not allow this woman to get to them. She was already used to the older woman’s attitude toward herself and her mother. So, Neytiri was all too familiar with how poisonous she was. How vicious her words could get. Even against her own sons, Arvok specifically.

Now Artsut was angered, hissing at Jake—looking extremely similar to Tsu’tey just then. “Will you allow this, son!? The Demon speaks this way to your own mother and you won’t—”

“Neytiri.” At the call of her name, she turned to find Tsu’tey now on his feet as well, offering Neteyam to her. She took her son in her arms as he turned and stalked toward his mother, “Outside. Now.”

Tsu’tey had always been a severe man. But always particularly patient with his mother. Usually, Artsut would listen to him—because he was her golden child—but these days she has been way too on edge. Way too reckless with her words.

Once they were gone, Neytiri guided Jake to sit back on the floor. Squeezing his arm gently while rocking Neteyam in her arms. “Do not let her words get to you, Ma’Jake. She will always be like this, she will never change. We must learn to keep the peace on our side, out of respect for our mate.”

Jake’s ears were pinned to the sides of his head, letting out a breath of anger and exhaustion. “How can she expect us to find another mate with her in the picture? I almost don’t want another one because of that woman.”

Neytiri shook her head, smiling sadly. “We cannot deny our duties, ma tiyawn. All we can do is pray the Great Mother sends us someone who is strong. Who will not let Artsut’s poison sink into their skin.”

The next day came. In your human form, you followed Norm to the amino tank room. The last time you had been here was when you met up with Jake—a bitter memory you wished was as muffled as your meeting with Mo’at.

You just couldn’t find yourself wanting to go back to that night. To all of it. It was bad enough that some of their words still stuck with you.

A lost cause.

She’ll be out of the way.

Demon.

As usual, you shook off these memories or thoughts and kept going.

Apparently, Norm often performed weekly check-ups on the unused avatars. Making sure they were still healthy and taken care of with no complications because even if they happened to be unused, they still needed tending to.

“Why not just get rid of them?” You questioned as you studied the stats of one of the avatars. This one had an ugly jagged scar across his face. “Most of these won’t be used anyway. It could save a lot of resources.”

“It would be a waste of resources and money actually if we did get rid of them” Norm frowned from across the room, not looking up from his own tablet. “At the end of the day, they’re still a living being. We can’t just kill them. It’s—it’s inhumane.”

You didn’t have a good response to that so you moved on to the next avatar. Which you recognized as the one that belonged to the late Dr. Augustine. It was a bit morbid, actually. Staring at a comatose avatar with the face belonging to someone who was dead.

You desperately hoped your mother’s wasn’t here. F it was, if you discovered it first before Norm, you’d burn it yourself.

“How are you doing today?” Norm suddenly asked. “Any progress on the garden?”

You didn’t look up from your tablet as you responded simply, “The mushrooms are growing well enough. Neytiri gave me some advice and it’s helped a lot. Just taking it day by day. The progress is being watched closely.”

After a pause, Norm nodded, “Good. That’s good—you know, I’m tryna work on my empathy. We scientists often get too caught up in the work to stop and consider human feelings. Believe it or not, I was a lot more insensitive a year ago.”

“Really.” You deadpanned, completely uninterested in where the conversation was going. Carefully, you examined Augustine’s body, which was as expected in perfect condition. There was something about the stomach though—

“It’s true!” Norm continued as if he hadn’t heard your complete uninterest. “I was absolutely awful before. I couldn’t stand Jake at first because of it. It’s honestly a wonder that Trudy—uh…” You glanced up briefly when he suddenly faltered. There was a familiar look on his face. Somber and grim. “—it’s a wonder anyone would have gone for me. Would’ve liked me despite all of that, you know? Those people are a rare find. Like a jewel.”

For a moment, you watched him quietly and frowned. Norm didn’t meet your eyes as he moved toward another tank with his back now turned to you.

After finishing up on Augustine’s avatar, you moved to another tank as well.

A beat went by before you added, “You’re fine, Norm. Thanks for asking.”

At that, Norm turned to you with a startled surprise, “Really? Wow, I half expected a sarcastic comment. S’nice that I’m wrong though.”

You shrugged, “You were probably the only one here that wasn’t against me, which was nice of you. You didn’t have to do it but you did. Even if I was mildly difficult.”

“Mildly difficult isn’t how I would put it.” Norm chuckled a bit.

“Fine. Maybe an asshole.”

Norm laughed, which was a light little sound in the quiet room. “No, you are an asshole, just not for your reaction to everything.”

“Ah, well, I feel a lot better then.”

Neytiri didn’t come back until a week later when your first mushroom started to show.

You were relieved for the progress and how well they were doing. So much so, that you couldn’t help but want to pick more of Neytiri’s brain. Learning from an actual native was infinitely a lot better than looking at a book—although it was a good foundation—it didn’t beat the real thing.

So when she came out of the forest with her bow in hand as usual—and no Neteyam in sight this time around—your brain was already buzzing with more questions for her, your tail swishing a little behind you.

“This is good.” She nodded, careful not to step on your crops. “Have you planted more?”

You nodded, oblivious to her watching your tail both curiously and intently as it continued swishing against your leg. “Yes, all of them are situated so that the sun is directly on them when it comes out and when it sets—but what do you guys do if it rains? Any coverings I need to know of?”

She nodded, “Yes. After I tell you, I want to show you something in the forest.”

With a frown, you watched as she began examining some of the fruits carefully, her nose scrunching every now and then. “What is it though?”

The scowl she sent you was surprising and you half expected her to hiss an insult at you. Instead, she said, “I won’t tell you now. You will know when I take you. Now be quiet and listen.”

You watched her in surprise, trying to figure out what it was that she wanted to show you. Or why she wanted to lead you into the forest alone. A stupid part of you thought she was probably going to lead you into a trap and kill you—solve the stain on their land by her own hand.

But the more sensible part of you just did as you were told and crouched down next to Neytiri as she began explaining some ways to continue nourishing the mushrooms while also covering them from changing weather without causing any unnecessary damage to the forest.

She also helped with planting a few more seeds that you had left. Physically adjusting and guiding your hands whenever you patted the soil to cover the seed or when you were a little too rough with the plants.

Gardening in itself was relaxing, you had never known that to be true until you had done it with Neytiri. Sure, you took care of a forest that sometimes required a lot of replanting for trees and different plants, but you were never physically out there yourself. You were always surrounded by screens and giving orders from a lab, wearing long white coats and goggles—you weren’t really ever among nature. Not really.

When you first started redoing the garden, it was just a task to keep you distracted. To keep your body busy and moving instead of stiff and motionless.

But now? Well, you weren’t entirely sure what this feeling was yet. All you did know was that you wanted to keep doing this. And that it didn’t seem like much of a hassle anymore. But instead, something you actually looked forward to.

Plus, you were strangely getting used to Neytiri’s presence. Or more like expecting her in your somewhat structured schedule.

You were grateful for her help the past couple of weeks, even if there was still a small question resting in the back of your mind. Left unanswered for now.

Once the two of you were finished, Neytiri led you away from the compound and into the forest. Halfway through the journey, you started watching her movements, noticing how different they were compared to your stiffness. She was fluid, her steps quiet along the forest floor, against the tree barks you stepped over, and in the small creeks, her feet splashed through. Almost like she was one with the forest.

Then there was you. You looked down at your own feet, remembering how she said you had been too loud trudging through the forest on your own. And that it could draw some unwanted attention your way if you weren’t careful.

So you stopped short and decided to feed your scientist brain as you took off your shoes, leaving your blue feet bare to the forest, similar to Neytiri. You then looked up, watching Neytiri move as she continued forward. Quietly, you began mimicking her movements as you followed her. Not perfectly of course, but enough for her to hear a shift in your step causing her to glance back at you with a furrow in her brow.

When you were younger, you had made a game out of it, out of sheer boredom. Your mother had been rushing around her lab working—too busy to give you attention. And you, to keep yourself preoccupied would mimicked her movements whenever she walked around the lab. You’d follow her for hours without her knowing—mostly because your mother was one of those people who could be easily snuck up on—until one day she did and laughed at your antics.

“Well look at that!” Joan would grin. “I have my very own shadow now. I’ve always wanted one, but I didn’t expect her to be so small!”

“I’m not that small!” You would whine.

You stopped short after climbing over a fallen large tree, Neytiri was already on the other side of it, watching you carefully. When you landed next to her, she poked your legs with her bow, “Still too loud.”

“Well, it is my first day after all.” You half-joked, trying not to pant in front of her to show your lack of athletic ability.

Her ears flicked but she didn’t say anything more on it. She continued forward, still glancing back at you from time to time as you followed and continued mimicking her the best you could.

It wasn’t until you recognized some of the trail did you realized where she was leading you. Too distracted by your own antics, you hadn’t stopped to realize or wonder why Neytiri was leading you to your mother’s burial. Before you could ask, the burial finally came into view.

And you stopped, the words falling back down your throat, your mind going blank.

Surrounding your mother’s grave were a bunch of new beautiful flowers. Not only that but a bunch of atokirina were floating around it. There was something heavenly and pure about the scene, something so moving, something so vulnerable—

Neytiri waited at your side, her eyes glittered with delight as she watched your dumbfounded expression.

“What is all of this?” You finally asked, inching closer to the burial. You almost didn’t want to get too close, afraid you’d ruin whatever was going on around it.

Smiling, Neytiri grabbed your arm and guided you down to sit. One of the atokirina floated its way toward the two of you. It didn’t land on you as you expected, instead, it just floated there. As if it was meant for the both of you.

Finally, Neytiri spoke, “I had discovered it the day before. It had a lot more atokirina here but it seems some of them had stayed long enough for you to see it. It was like she had wanted me to bring you here, just so you could see the Great Mother’s work.”

“Eywa?” You raised your brows curiously, looking from the atokirina to Neytiri, “What work did she do exactly?”

The dandelion-looking weed floated toward Neytiri, who had her palm open for it to land. It grazed her palm before floating off. “When I asked the Tsahik she said it meant that your mother now rests with Eywa

Even if you weren’t entirely familiar with their deity, you knew enough about spirituality and religion to understand what exactly Neytiri meant.

And you were speechless—no unsure of your words. What was the proper response to something like this? Should you be happy? Should you be sad? It seemed that Neytiri believed it was a good thing your mother was accepted by this Eywa.

At the end of the day, your mother was still gone but this was—nice. Sad but nice. Like a funeral should be. Like her funeral should’ve been.

In the corner of your eye, Neytiri ducked her head down a bit to get a better look at your reaction, “Do you not like it?”

“I do—yeah.” You assured with a nod, your tail swishing back and forth. “It’s—it’s a lot better than our idea of a funeral, I guess.”

“You Sky People—you do not have burials like this.” It was more of a statement than a question as Neytiri spoke. She looked back at the burial with a small frown, “Ma’Jake told me this, that his people burn their bodies when they have passed.”

You nodded grimly, gaze cast down to look at your mother’s songcord that was still wrapped around your wrist. “Pretty much, yeah.”

“Your way is cold. Your people are cold.”

Again you nodded, “Yeah, we are.”

Neytiri then shook her head, “You are not cold.”

You had no response to that. Instead, you thumbed the beads on the songcord, “This seems like a bead-worthy moment. This burial.”

“Yes. It can be.”

After another long pause, you finally looked at Neytiri. Really looked at her. The question burning at the forefront of your mind.

“You put the mask back on me, didn’t you? When I first arrived. When you killed DeVoe.” You frowned. “You had no reason to save me. I am just another Sky Person to you, so why?”

Neytiri’s ears fluttered, “Why save you?”

“Yeah. Why save me?”

She frowned and stared at your mother’s grave thoughtfully.

“Your spirit is different. I could not kill such a thing, not when Eywa herself had chosen it.”

You hummed, “Huh, that clears things up.”

“You do not believe me?” Neytiri frowned at your reaction, clearly not used to your deadpan sarcasm.

A part of you was amused at that, “No, I believe you.” With that, you stood, stretching your limps. Wiggling your toes on the soft forest floor. “But thank you again. You didn’t have to show me this but you did, for whatever reason.” You dusted off your shorts, “And here I thought you hated me.”

Neytiri stood as well, grabbing her bow from off the ground as she did, “I do not like your people. But I do not hate you—I feel nothing for you.”

“Is…that a good thing?”

She blinked, “I have not killed you yet. So, yes.”

Your ears twitched upward, just slightly, “Good to know.”

You returned to the compound alone later that day, feeling just a little less heavy than before.

Neytiri could not stop thinking about your face. She began to wonder if you ever smiled. What would it look like?

Norm and you were back in the tank room the next day. Norm was mumbling about preparing for the week ahead and something about cleaning up one of the bio labs after a spill—you didn’t listen entirely to know why or how there was a spill.

But you didn’t mind it by now. Nearly a month here and you had a lot to do. Anything to keep you away from your bedroom for a while. Anything to just keep moving.

So if that meant listening to Norm’s rambles every other week, you were fine with that.

“I’m gonna be surrounded by a bunch of Na’vi kids this upcoming week.” He informed from the tank next to you. “I could use the extra help—”

“Kids aren’t really my forte.” You mumbled, moving toward Augustine’s avatar. “Plus, I got to watch my garden. My mushrooms are finally getting somewhere thanks to Neytiri—I don’t want to risk leaving them unwatched. Even if it is for a couple of hours.”

“Ah,” Norm hummed, looking up at you with both an impressed and amused smirk. “that’s right, Neytiri has been coming around a lot. Usually, she’d only come if Jake were here—and those days are rare themself.”

“So you understand my reasoning.” You nodded, briefly looking up at him. “I can’t miss a day over here. For both my garden and the fact that I don’t particularly feel like angering someone who could tear my head off if she wanted to.”

Norm snorted, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Plus, I have a feeling the kids’ll be too scared of your intense mug. Avatar and human.”

You gave him a look, “Sure, and I’m the asshole out of the two of us.”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

Norm laughed while you turned your attention back to Augustine’s avatar. Only, you frowned when something came up on your tablet. Strange stats that you were sure you were probably reading wrong. You double-checked a couple of times, just to make sure.

Maybe you hadn’t gotten any sleep. Yes, you were hallucinating strangely detailed stats because of your lack of sleep. Yes, that was it.

That was when you got a better look at the avatar.

“Spellman.”

“Yeah?”

“Come over here.”

A few seconds later, Norm appeared next to you, “What is it?”

You gestured to Augustine’s avatar, “There’s something there, in her stomach.”

Norm took your tablet and examined it. Silent. You watched his brows furrow together then suddenly morph into unmistakable shock.

“This…this isn’t possible.”

You took the tablet from him far too confused yourself. “Does the facility own an ultrasound anywhere?”

finally got this written out lol. sorry for the long wait, last week was just crazy busy for me which left me very little time to write.

but now i've got the fourth chapter for you guys. as usual, let me know what you think!

as you can see, it all starts with neytiri hehehe. i wonder if jake and tsu'tey will follow along because of this...

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: thank you to the beautiful creator of the grown-up Neteyam photo! P.s. I’m sorry for the crappy screenshot photos of the only Na’vi mating bond we see. I tried my best :’)

Warnings: spoilers for Avatar 2

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

ISFJ

Gryffindor

Lawful Good

8 of Pentacles

Leo Sun, Virgo Moon, Libra Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You were the eldest of Tonowari and Ronal’s children. A Metkayina leader of the future.

・You have many skills, learning from both your parents and the other members of the clan. A great hunter, creator and a deep love for the ocean.

・Eywa was a big presence in your life, something that your brother, Aounung was jealous of

・Tsireya idolises you, and when she was younger, all she wanted to do was be around you

・However, you weren’t very outgoing, and preferred the company to one or two friends - or mainly yourself whenever you got the chance

・You have your own Tulkun, whom you love dearly. They’re incredibly protective of you, as you are for them.

・That’s where you spend the majority of your free time - talking with your Tulkun. You have an incredibly close bond, almost like telepathical

・When the Sully’s sought refuge, you were one of the first to speak up in their defence

・Not only did you like the look of the Omaticaya people, but you were curious about their ways.

・You wanted to learn more - grow as a Na’vi. You wanted to be someone with an open-mind.

・It was why you got along so well with your sister Tsireya, Aounung on the other hand was a bit of a challenge. He always had been. And being the middle child, he definitely liked to act out

・You formed a close friendship with both Tuk and Kiri. You always found the young ones funny. It was your instinct as the eldest child to look after the younglings around you.

・And with Kiri, you loved her connection to the land. You could watch her for hours as she interacted with the environment around her.

・You could see that she was special; Eywa had something incredible in store for Kiri. You just wished the rest of the clan would accept them

・But your eye was always searching for Neteyam, the eldest of the Sully kids

・Almost like a guardian angel, you were there when he needed you most. And your brother would tease you relentlessly, but Tsireya understood. She encouraged you to pursue Neteyam

・As you encouraged her to pursue Lo’ak

・And your romance was slow. Even though you both had deep feelings for each other, it was like neither of you could confess it. For one reason or another.

・You spent time together, teaching him the ways of your people. He was especially interested in the coming of age rituals. Neteyam wanted to participate.

・You told him he didn’t have to, that accomplishing the Omaticaya rituals was enough. But not for Neteyam, he wanted to prove himself.

・Then, when the event happened with Quaritch, everything changed.

・ Luck, no, not luck. It was destiny that you were there to save Neteyam.

・What would have been a bullet would was only a flesh wound, however, it did cut him deep

・The Sully’s were eternally grateful, Neytiri especially. She nearly lost her firstborn, and for that she felt indebted to you.

・However, Neteyam was wounded, and it took him a month to fully recover. You visited him everyday, bringing fresh food and changing his bandages. This was how you two grew close. A deep bond was formed.

・You both felt Eywa’s presence when you looked into each other’s eyes and finally realised who you were to one another. Mates.

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞No one under the age of 18 past this point, I bloody mean it.

・The mating ritual is the same for every Na’vi, it’s the connecting of the queues, from nightfall until sunrise.

・The mating ritual and sex are two different things, but ultimately the Na’vi only have sex with one other for their entire lives.

・And although Neteyam would have loved to perform tsaheylu underneath the Tree of Souls, the Metkayina don’t stay underwater for that entire time.

・Some may choose to visit the Spirit Tree and connect for a brief moment while holding hands, or to choose a secluded spot and invite Eywa’s presence

・You chose to do both

・Both of you swam down to the Spirit Tree and connected to it, seeing each other through the other’s eyes

・You could feel the other’s love and devotion

・After opening your eyes, you kissed and swam to the surface, where you found a vacant part of the beach to stay until the next day

・Connecting with Neteyam was like nothing you had ever experienced before. You were able to feel his pain, his happiness, the weight of responsibility and the dedication Neteyam has to his family

・In turn, Neteyam felt the same. For you both had the duty of being the first born

・When the mating was completed, it was announced through all the clan that you were together

・Tonowari held a great feast in your honour. He was more than proud, as was your mother, sister and brother

・You had completed a big part of Na’vi life, and the Sully’s welcomed you into the family with open arms. Especially Neytiri, once she got to know you and how good of a hunter you were

・Sex is different then mating, but you still connect your queues nonetheless. It intensifies the bond, and completely takes hold of your body, mind and soul

・Neteyam is a soft lover, he likes to make you feel loved, safe and worthy

・His favourite thing is to bite your neck though, especially when he’s in midthrust. It’s like another way of combining your bodies. He wants to be as close to you as possible

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beiasluv · 1 year

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Hello! Do you take request for platonic relationships? May I request for a fic where the reader is Neteyam’s twin and they died instead of Neteyam? Thank you!

neteyam x sister!reader

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a/n: yesss, i love platonic relationships, hope u like it :)

warnings: curse words, death :( and ye bad grammar bc i am potato 💀

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enjoy!

the tale of jake sully and neytiri began a long, long time ago. until now, they had a been blessed with a baby or should i say babies

the future child of the toruk makto bear great responsibility since a youngling. even the childbirth was not private, the clan gathered around the suffering neytiri to celebrate their heirs.

neytiri screamed as her voice cracked; she squeezed jake’s hand tightly, as if she wanted him to bore the pain. jake, who was helpless to his wife held her tightly and made an attempt to calm his own beating heart.

“a boy!” the first cry echoed the forest floors and a blue baby wailed.

“neteyam!” jake held his baby high up the ground, as an offering back to eywa. and like she had noticed, the wind blew heavily among the trees.

“neteyam!” the people of omaticaya chanted as they celebrated.

jake held neteyam against his mother, “he is so precious- ma ja-!”

“neytiri!” she held his hand tightly for the second time. “what is wrong? are you injured?” he looked for mo’at and she came hurriedly.

“this can’t be!” mo’at raised her hand high towards eywa. “ewya had blessed them with a twin!” “Tsleng kä! (eywa gives)”

“Tsleng kä!! (eywa gives!)”

…

“y/n!” jake held you up in his embrace.

“y/n!” the people chanted. as if eywa acknowledged her blessing again, the woodsprites surround your body and flew off into the wind.

a twin can only be so different yet so similar at the same time. you both inherited loyalty and obedience from your parents.

however, the eldest daughter can never deny that they are a daddy’s girl. and neteyam is a mommy’s boy. a fair trade

jake will always have a soft spot for you in his heart. the firstborn daughter of a toruk makto carries a great burden all the time. he had to prepare you since young to learn how to hunt, speak intellectually, and the importance of your people.

he will call you his ‘babygirl’ when you are going through tough times and it helps calm you down 👀

you would say you guys are both calm and collected. but if compared with each other, neteyam is still leaning towards his brain, but you leans towards your heart.

you are more emotional than neteyam and for good reasons.

whenever he gets too harsh on lo’ak, you were there to support and push him up. (sorry neteyam, but we know who is lo’ak’s favorite twin here)

however, twins are twins. you guys can fight each other and screw up one another, but you are always there to back him up.

“no, neteyam, can not have my food, but here is my liver if you are going to die.”

neteyam, being the eldest he is, is very protective of his twin sister. your human hand gained a lot of unwanted attention from the other na’vis. he made each and everyone of them to learned their lesson if they decided to judge your precious pinkie.

he is very picky of what you wear and where you go

“no, you can not wear that, cover up,” he whined.

“please, as if you are not showing your whole upper body,” you slapped his abs.

“no, this is different!” he raised his arms. “there are boys drooling over you wherever you go! do not think i didn’t notice.”

“it is normal of our culture! na’vis wear this!” you complained.

“i’ll tell mom you’ve been seeing a boy out,” he raised his eyebrows.

“nete! we are just friends!”

“then cover up.”

“fine!”

whenever the boys are in trouble, you have to go bring them back. dragging them by their ears are your favorite method.

now, they’ve learned when does your footsteps mean trouble from mom and dad.

“shit! she’s coming! run!” lo’ak tapped his brother.

“neteyam! lo’ak! i am not covering for you this time!”

“then, catch us!”

“don’t make me count!”

buttt, you still covered for them because they are your beloved brothers.

patching them up most of the time. kiri is also there to help you patch them up.

kiri and tuk are your angels for lifeee. teas? spilled. you guys have girls night all thetime.

the girls like to roam the forest floor and sometimes the lab. you knew kiri and grace have a special connection, and you were there to support here through the hard times.

kiri is your spiritual sister, Period. she loves to nap in the forest with you and swim in the waterfalls.

tuk is your baby, she is so supportive and lovely to be around. your baby sister who backs you up all the time.

when mom and dad goes too harsh on you, neteyam and tuk is always there to hold you up.

spider tho. no particular comment. you had always smelled stinky feelings towards him since the beginning, but seeing your siblings grow fond of him you didn’t say anything.

he is very friendly, to the point of being weird to you. you remember to keep a distance from him

bantering with neteyam all. of. the. time. who’s older or younger, classic. who’s taller, well, you kinda gave up after puberty hit him like a BUS

you are also protective of him. girls are always surrounding him with gifts and flowers. some even took an extra step to spy him through you.

nope, not happening.

-spoilers!!-

the metkayina welcomed you guys with hospitality and same hostile behavior. which you didn’t mind, considering your dad brought much trouble to them.

you tried to be invisible to most of the people, staying away on the beach, swimming alone, or watching the sunset.

ao’nung took advantage of your solitude to make friendship. easy to say that your brothers are not happy with his attempts.

you agreed to talk with him as long as he stop bothering kiri, which he agreed swiftly. he didn’t agree swiftly to stop bothering neteyam and lo’ak, tho. but he gave in in the end.

“you have to breath in from here,” ao’nung grabbed his abs, sort of what flexing, you noticed.

“okay,” you breathed in deeper than you normally do, earning a chuckle from him seeing your puffed cheeks.

“not your cheeks, here,” his hand claps your area of shown stomach. unknowingly, his hand was burning on your skin.

“are you sick, ao’nung? your hands and face are burning,” you touched his forehead.

“oh! no! definitely not! i am fine!” he flinched his hands back. “so- sorry.”

“hey! great! you are learning to apologize!” you giggled at his words.

“only to you,” he mumbled under his breath.

“what?”

“oh, nothing,” he replied.

“y/n! let’s go! dad’s calling!” neteyam ran over to you. “look who’s here, trying to get my sister?” (giving the eyes)

“you shut up!” ao’nung retorted back.

“hey! he’s not and don’t call my brother that, you guys apologize to each other…nete”

“s..sorry” “sorry”

for someone with ego as big as his, you taught him to become more selfless. the way your father taught you since a youngling. his parents were amazed by your successful attempts and welcomed you heartwarmingly.

his sister, tsireya, welcomed you with love and affection. she is quite the opposite of her brother, which you appreciated it quite a lot.

whenever your mom needs a second hand you will always be there for her. hugging her daily and giving her comfort. neytiri sings you daily to sleep just as it was in the jungle.

…and the war came, that demon you always loathed.

“y/n! y/n! no!” neteyam tried to keep your head above the water as he is fighting against the wave himself. “bro! take her!”

“shit!” lo’ak took your body on his ilu and cradled you in his arms.

“fuck! she took the shot for me, lo’ak! what am i going to do!”

“should’ve left her dead, bro,” spider said emotional-less.

“SHUT UP! TAKE HER TO DAD NOW!” neteyam commanded lo’ak who hurriedly tightened his grip on you.

“couz, do you know what the fuck did you just said!” lo’ak called his ilu to take off while neteyam is holding on to its harness.

“she said she will sacrifice herself for her family, and this is what exactly what it is!” spider shouted back. “she wants to be with eywa! back when we were younger!”

“we’ll get back with you, spider!” neteyam shouted as he fought back the waves. “you are fucking mad! she’s our sister! I’ll never lose her to a fucking bullet! pray for yourself that I’ll not pluck your eyeballs out!”

…

“DAD!” lo’ak called out jake on the rock. “bro watch her head!” lo’ak, neteyam, and tsireya lowered your body softly on the rough surface. everyone can hear their heartbeat as well as the liquid in their teary eyes.

“fuck, pressure! apply pressure on her!” jake took neteyam’s hand and place it on her blood soaked chest. neteyam placed his shaky hands as heavy as he could on your chest to stop your blood.

“it’s going to be okay, it’s going to be okay,” your dad muttered to your fading sight.

“d- dad, i want to go home,” you sobbed, as each word hurts to mutter out.

“i know, i know, we’re going home,” he smiled softly at you, trying to keep himself together.

“no, no, no, no, no,” neytiri held your body tightly. she cradled your face in her soft hands. you remember these soft hands, they are the one who brought you to bed every night, the ones who took care of you when you are sick, and the one who held you when you first broke your heart. now you felt as if you are breaking their hearts.

“i- i- mom- dad-“ you can’t help but your body is shaking hardly.

“yes, sweetheart?” “yes, babygirl?” your mom and dad replied softly and everything blacks out.

…

“no! nooo! y/n!” neytiri screamed her heart out, her hands traveled around your head and held it close to her chest. as if she is trying to retrieve her last memory like the first time she was breast-feeding you. “my child! my daughter!”

your brothers held your body close to them as well. neteyam taking your hand and knitting his ring with your pinkie finger, “you promise! you promised!”

“neytiri, neytiri,” jake held her closely. “they have our daughters, i need you to be strong.”

“let’s take our daughters back.” from that moment on, her eyes became as emotional less as a robot, grabbing her bow she took off.

“stay with your sister!” jake commanded.

…

“what are you doing, mad animal! i don’t even care for that child!”

“A CHILD FOR A CHILD”

part 2

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