#Neteyam twow

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✩ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲~ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭.

☆ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬~ 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤/𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟗, 𝐭𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝟐𝟎, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐋𝐦𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

✩ 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~ 𝐭𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐧 ~ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, (𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐦𝐤)

You felt his eyes on you from across the room, damn near burning a hole into you as you talked to the two guys that offered to buy you a drink.

You and neteyam always had this…tension, between each other. It’s been there ever since you two met, making you almost inseparable from each other and protective over each other (more him than you.)

It was almost a game, seeing how much you can get away with before he finally snaps, and you’d know it’d take awhile; seeing as neteyam is one of the most patient people you’ve met.

But, the second you reach out your hand to playfully squeeze the tricep of the (slightly) handsome man infront of you, you knew neteyam was fucking fueming.

The two men infront of you both paused their laughter the second you felt a looming presence behind you, knowing exactly who it belonged to. “Can I borrow her for a second?” It was more a statement than a question, but the guys backed off anyway, leaving you somewhat frustrated because neteyam scared off your possible lay.

You whip your body around, staring up at his much larger one angrily. “What the fuck, neteyam? Why do you always feel the need to-“

“Enough. Let’s go.” He orders, taking your hand in his and tugging you out of the dimly lit bar. You obliged with a huff, but it’s not like he was giving you much of a choice to protest.

The walk home was quick, given his long strides and the fact that he carried you the whole way because your little legs couldn’t keep up with him. He opens the door to your apartment quickly, closing and locking it behind him as he walks you towards his room, your mind automatically spiraling with thoughts of what he was gonna do to you. “Teyam? What are you doing?” You ask genuinely as he places you on his bed, making him laugh internally from how the bed looked like it was swallowing you whole.

“You’re a lot smarter than that, babygirl. You think I don’t notice all your little efforts in tryna get my attention? If you wanted it that bad, you know I would’ve given it to you.” He tells you as he bends down on one knee, so he was at eye level with you, yet he still towered over you. You look at him anxiously, his gaze making it feel as though all the words were slipping from your head. “Actions speak louder than words..I guess..” you joke, trying to make the tightening in your chest go away, but failing miserably.

He laughs softly at your little remark, “yeah, I guess they do,” he quips as he leans down to take off your shoes, earning a laugh from you as he does. He’s always so sweet to you. Once he’s done he sits down next to you, his thigh brushing against yours as he does. You don’t know if it was the alcohol in your system, or whether it was your feelings making you think it, but there was a warmth burning deep in your core with every second you spent with him that was driving you crazy.

Instinctively, you lean your body against his, basking in his warmth as you do. “You ok, babygirl? You feel a little warm,” he questions, touching your forehead with the back of his palm. You squirm at the gentle touch, pressing your face in his hand before letting out a whine of disapproval when he pulls away.

The soft noise that left you made him let out a a quiet, shakey breath, his mind trailing off to all the other noises he could hear you make because of him. As if reading his thoughts, you pick your head up from his shoulder to look up at him, making him furrow his brow in a way that told you he was curious about whatever you were gonna say.

You take a breath, quickly rehearsing what you were gonna say in your head before just saying it. “Have you ever..um..thought about doing anything with me? Like in all aspects?” You feel stupid for asking such a question, but the way his ears perked up and tail swayed in an almost..excited way made that embarrassment die down. He breaks eye contact with you to tilt his head back slightly, staring at the ceiling as if he was reversing what he was gonna say, but he brings it back down to look at you, braids falling down his broad shoulders as he does. “You want me to be honest?”

Oh, of course you do, why would he ask such a thing?

“Please do.”

His eyes flick to your lips before going back to your eyes, his half lidded eyes filled with both love and lust. “All the time. I think about doing things with you- taking you out, showing you new places, staying in with you, showing you how much I love you-You’re on my mind more than you know, ma tìyawn.” He admits, the sweet words falling from his lips making you feel so much, but through the midst of all the feelings-you knew that you needed him.

You smile at him sweetly, your eyes wandering to his lips before you open your mouth to respond to him, “I’m glad the feeling is mutual then.” You remark, placing you hands behind you to lean back on them. “Oh yeah?” He says as he leans towards you slightly, a smirk appearing on his face as he does. “Yeah,” your expression almost mirrored his, both of you looking at the other waiting for the other to do something.

He reached up to cups the side of your face affectionately, his hand basically holding the whole side of your face as he does. “Are you ok wit this, babygirl?,” he asks, caressing your bottom lip sweetly as he does. You let out a quiet yes before a sigh of relief leaves you as he presses his plush lips against your own. His lips against yours was enough to have you a flustered mess, and the way you felt his hands travel to the middle of your back and the small of your back to support you didn’t make it any better.

Without breaking the kiss you sit up slightly so you can place your hands on his biceps, moaning softly when you feel him nip at your lip, making the heat in your core grow even more. The longer he touched you, the damper you felt your panties get, and you fucking knew smelled you too. It was obvious with the way he smirked against your lips.

He breaks the kiss for a second to pull you into his lap effortlessly, but wasting no time to plant his lips right back on yours. Involuntarily, you grind your hips into his massive buldge, causing both of you to shudder at the small movement. “Be careful, babygirl..that’s a dangerous game you’re playin’” he warns, his hands on your full hips acting as an anchor to keep you from moving. You let out a groan of frustration at his response, denying your needy cunt of any kind of friction. “Tey, please, I need you to touch me..” you plead, feeling a little paethtic as you do.

His face turns into a fake pout, holding your chin between his middle and index finger as he taunts you. “Awhhh, my poor girl..gettin all mad because you can’t get yourself off? Such a needy little slut.” He purrs, his tone was so soft and gentle it made your brain melt, making you whimper quietly at his mean words. He chuckles at you pouting face as he leans in to kiss your lips lovingly, making your pout fade away.

He trails his hands over your body untill he gets to the zipper of your dress, undoing it with quickly before pulling it down your body, the soft fabric pooling at your hips. You inhale sharply once you feel your nipple hit the cool air, making them pebble almost immediately as you try to steady your breathing, but that immediately went out of the window as you felt his hands cup your tits softly, his hands practically engulfing them as he does.

You felt like you were on fire, all types of moans and whimpers leaving your lips as he barely touched you. “So sensitive..” he whispered, an amused smirk on his face as he toyed with your nipples, making your hands fly to his wrists for some type of stability. “Teyam..” you whine, grinding your hips against his buldge; telling him what you want. He tsks at your request, giving you a look that told you to use yohe words. “Can you please touch me? I can’t take it anymore, teyam” you ask, looking up at him with doe eyes. “But I’m already touching you, babygirl..” leaning towards you, he places a chaste kiss on your cheek before continuing “..so tell me what you really want, and I’ll give it to you.” He insists, rolling your tender nubs between his pointer and his thumb. You moan shamelessly into his ear as he does that, feeling more breathless the more he plays with you.

“I need you inside me tey, please. I can take it.” You admit, earning a coo of approval from him. Without getting up, he wraps one of his arms around you and lifts you up so he can take your dress and panties off, growling lowly once your sweet scent hits him like a wave, making his cock twitch and throb uncontrollably. He places two of his fingers on your lips, urging you to open up for him, and of course you do. Taking his thick, long fingers into your mouth greedily.

He smiles at your eagerness, letting you continue for a few more seconds before pulling them out of your mouth without warning, lines of drool connecting your lips to his fingers. He reaches in between your bodies to rub his slick fingers against your puffy folds, making you whimper at the simple sensation.

He presses one of his fingers into you delicately before taking it out to tract slow, deliberate circles on your clit, making your hands fly to his biceps for support as you inhale sharply. “Doin’ okay, pretty girl?” He checked, causing you to let out a breathy, “fuck- yes, m’okay..” in response.

He gave you another loving kiss on your cheek as he increased his pace his pace slightly, making your breath hitch as you felt a familiar pressure in your tummy. “Doin’ so good for me, babygirl,” he coos as he presses his finger against your entrance, gauging your reaction before pressing it into you slowly. You hold your breath reflexively at the new sensation, automatically making Neteyam rub your hip affectionately and let his hands trail over your body before he places his hand on the side of your face. “Nuh-uh, breath for me, ok, sevin?” He urges, causing your breathing to steady almost instantly, and for your pussy to relax and open up around his finger, getting a quiet “good girl” from neteyam.

His finger was reaching so deep inside of you, deeper than you could ever reach- and you were addicted to it. Greedily grinding down onto his finger, asking for another. And of course he obliges, shoving another finger inside of you with a quiet groan, imagining how tight your needy pussy would squeeze his cock instead of his fingers.

You felt like you were seconds away from tipping over the edge, and he knew it too. It wasn’t hard to tell by the lewd squelching noises that came from your pussy and the way your moans and whimpers got more high pitched and lustful. “Cum on my fingers, sweet girl. Show me how much of a deprived little whore you are by making a mess on me.” He encouraged as he rubbed your clit in tight circles, not slowing his pace as he does.

You cum undone with a loud moan, making a mess on him just like he wanted you too. The quiet moan that left his lips as he watched you cum didn’t fail to make your pussy throb, either. He helps you ride out your high, taking hus fingers out of you slowly as your breathing turns regular. He places a passionate kiss on your lips, wrapping his hand around your throat gently to deepen the kiss, leaving you even more breathless than you were. Strings of saliva connect your lips together as he pulls away, making you smile dazedly as he kisses your forehead gently.

“Did such a good job for me, pretty girl. You sure you still wanna take me?” He probed, searching your eyes for any kind of doubt or hesitation, but there was none to be found. “Yes! Please, I still want to.” You didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic about it, but you did. Yet he laughed at it anyway, because how could he ever deny you?

Picking up swiftly, he stands up to place you flat on your back, your whole body on display for him. Looking at him now, you felt anxious, seeing as how huge his buldge was, and how huge he was in general; you didn’t know if it was gonna fit or not. Subconsciously making you close your legs.

Sensing your worry, he reaches down to grab your hand, squeezing it in a way to pull you out of your thoughts. “If you don’t wanna do this, let me know ok? Even if you decide last minute, I still need you to tell me. Understood?” He instructed, making you nod your head yes in response, earning you another passionate kiss as you help him take off his shirt and break the kiss to watch him undo his belt, taking of his jeans and boxers quickly.

The sight of his cock in front of you made your pussy throb, which made neteyams nose twitch as your scent got stronger. You’d never think you’d find a dick so pretty, but his definitely was. There were veins and ridges that ran up the side of it, and there were bioluminescent freckles on the sides that glowed intensely- indicating he was turned on. He was basically the size of your forearm, length and girth wise.

You were scared shitless, to say the least. There’s no way that he’d fit inside of you, not even halfway in could work. “Teyam, that’s not gonna fit inside of me..” you warn, but he hushes your doubts quickly as he rubs his fat tip against your slick, puffy folds. “I’ll make it fit, babygirl. Don’t worry. All you gotta do is just relax and let all those pretty noises go, got it?” You whimper at the sternness in his tone, letting out a playful “yes, sir” in response to him.

You felt him twitch against you when you said that, making him give you a look that told you to be careful with what you say; but, of course you ignored it. He rubs his tip against your folds a few more times before pushing it inside of you, both of you letting out the same moan as he does.

The stretch was painful, of course, but with how wet you were and with his big hands wrapped around your hips firmly, it helped ease the pain. His eyes never leave yours as he pushes inside of you, making sure you’re okay. Quiet groans and moans of “fuck~” and “goddamn, babygirl~” leave his mouth as he pushes almost halfway inside of you, trying his hardest to not shove his whole cock inside of you and fuck you relentlessly till your cockdrunk and stuffed full of his cum.

You on the other hand, you felt like if he pushed into anymore he was definitely gonna puncture your damn lung. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, since he was brushing against all your sensitive spots you didn’t know existed. Before you could warn him the pressure in you stomach snaps, covering his cock in your cum even though he was halfway inside of you. “Fuck, y/n~ it’s almost like you want me to hurt you.” He says shakily, trying to steady himself before he continues pushing inside of you.

You try choking out an “I’m sorry” but all that feel from your mouth was a lewd moan as he continue pushing inside of you. You place your shakey hands on his for some type of grounding, making him lace his fingers in between yours as he finally pushes the rest of his cock inside of you. “Fuck..” you hear him growl out lowly, making you lift your head up to look at him, but his eyes were pinned to the very obvious buldge in your stomach. You whimper at the sight, pussy fluttering around neteyam as he bucks his hips into you. Unintentionally hitting your sweet spot.

Bur the way your body reacted to his slight movement encouraged him to do it again, earning him the same reaction as more moans and whimpers fell from your lips. “Feel good?” He knew it did, he just wanted to hear you try to respond to him. “Mh-mhm, feels s..so-go-good” you choke out, the pressure in your stomach coming back quickly. “Mhm, really? Lemme hear how good it feels, baby.” He purrs as he picks your hips up so he can hit your sweetspot at a different angle, making you see stars as all types of noises fall from your lips. “Fuck, tey!~ I’m gonna-“ you try to warn but that went downhill as soon as his thumb brushed against your clit, covering you two in your juices.

You felt him twitch and throb inside of you at the sight, causing tears of overstimulation to fall from your face as he continues ramming into your raw pussy. “Fuck- i know, babygirl. Want you to give me one more ok? Can you do that?” He urges as he rubs circles on your slick, hardened nub. You nod your head lazily, not even really knowing what you’re consenting to. He throws your legs over his shoulders, hitting your sweetspot even deeper as he tries to not crush your small frame with his weight. His hands trail over your body hungrily, gripping whatever flesh he can before sinking his teeth into it.

You feel like your being pushed to your absolute limit, tears of pain and pleasure streaming down your effortlessly the more he abuses your cunt. “Tey-c-can’t..I can’t-“ you mumble breathlessly, making him hush your doubts by kissing and wiping your tears away. “Yes you can, babygirl. Need you to cum for me one more time, ok?” He coos as he presses into deeper as he leaves tender kisses and licks on your neck, making you whimper patheticly in his ear.

The second he sinks his fangs into you, you’re a mess. Crying as you cum on his cock with another Loud moan. “There you go, babygirl. Such a good girl for me-“ he rambles as he continues pounding into your cunt, using you to get himself off. You whine and squirm away from the overstimulation, but your hands stayed glued to his chest and your pussy practically sucks him in with no intention of letting go.

“Want you to cum inside me, teyam..” you tell him quietly, you weren’t sure if he heard it at first, but with the way his hips stuttered told you all that you needed to know. “Yeah? Want me to paint this pussy pretty with my cum?” He teased, placing his huge forearms on either side of your head, cashing you in. “Yes! Need it s’bad,” you weee babbling, but he didn’t care. Seeing you all cockdrunk is what sent him over the edge, filling your needy womb with his sticky, goopy cum. Kissing you deeply as he does.

Soft moans leave him as he fills you up, the noises making your pussy throb around him as he rides out his high. Once both of you calm down, he wraps your legs around his waist and carries you to the bathroom, placing you on the counter as he starts the bath.

“Thank you teyam” you say honestly

“Of course, what type of roommate and boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help you out?”

𝐀/𝐍~ 𝐢 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰!😌💕 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐛𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫🤞🏽.

𝐃𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐬🫶🏽,

𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐯𝟒𝐣𝟒𝐲𝐛𝐞𝟏𝟏

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭~ @jakesullyfatjuicypeen , @pandoraslxna , @destiel-1967-sammy , @neteyamsikran , @tragicrouge

(𝐥𝐦𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚��𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞💕.)

[starneteyam]

ENOUGH ★

🖇️ char. Neteyam x Omaticaya! Fem! Reader

🖇️ warn. Enemies to lovers, spicy

🎥 In which you are always teasing Neteyam, making him blush in embarrassment, and he has enough and kisses you to shut you up

A/N Mad Neteyam is hot asf

You and Lo’ak were the two people who loved teasing Neteyam most. Whenever you and Neteyam were sparring and he somehow ended up on top of you, you would smirk and say something inappropriate, like, “You must love seeing me this way”, and Lo’ak would only make it worse by wooing. Of course, Neteyam loved Lo’ak to death, but you? Sometimes, he wants to strangle you.

You were friends with Lo’ak, and not him. You were always there, unable to ignore like a pebble in a shoe. You taunted him, teased him, and annoyed him on purpose. You and Lo’ak thought it was hilarious; obviously, Neteyam didn’t. You didn’t necessarily dislike Neteyam, he was just so cute that it made you want to tease him. His reactions would always fulfill your expectations.

The way his ears would flick back, or the way his tail would curl between his thighs; or maybe it was the way his breath hitched whenever you brought your face too close to his, or the way his leader-like act disappear and he would have nothing smart to say back whenever you said anything daring.

It was just a joke, and that was all you thought of it as—but Neteyam didn’t. Every time you would pull him close or brush your arm against his, his heart tugged closer to yours. You were annoying, he definitely thought that — but he loved what you did to him, although he would never admit it. He never had the confidence to say anything back, but today, he found that strength.

You were a healer, and worked with Neteyam’s grandmother most of the time. Some of the Omiticayans had gone out to blow up some of the cargo train tracks and loot the sky people’s items, and when they came back, because of Lo’ak, Neteyam had gotten injured. Your heart tugged, seeing him in pain, and watched as he walked closer to your tent. His eyes met yours, and he had a frown on his lips while you had a smirk on yours. “Where is my grandmother?” He asked, his voice deep and stern, obviously not in the mood for any of your games after getting scolded by his father.

“It’s your lucky day! It’s just us.” You winked, dipping your finger in some of the ointment, before bringing it to the cut on his lip. “Ah!” He hissed in pain, and you tried your hardest to not roll your eyes. “I just touched you, no need to be so dramatic.” You let out a mixture of a scoff and a laugh, and he glared at you. Every word that came out of your mouth was to ridicule him. You stayed silent after that, focusing so you could properly treat his wounds. After finishing the ones on his face and arm, you moved to the gash he had on his abdomen.

You brushed your finger against the cut, and his breath hitched. This didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you looked up at his eyes, to notice he was already looking at you. You smirked. “You probably want to kiss me so bad right now.” You snickered, and he rolled his eyes. “Enough.” He mumbled, pushing your hands away from him, earning a scoff from you. “Hey, I’m not done!” You called after him as he gathered his weapons on the ground, getting ready to leave.

“Quiet.” He hushed you, tired of hearing your voice. “Well, I’m sorry that you’re so in love with me-” He suddenly turned around, arm looping around your body as he grabbed the base of your queue, earning a gasp from you in surprise. He leaned down, eyes wide in anger, holding your head still. “Shut it,” He spat, an idea forming into his mind as his eyes glanced down at your parted lips. “or I shut those pretty lips up for you.”

Your face was full of shock, and he smirked, loving how the tables had turned. “What the-” You started, and as he said, he smashed his lips against yours, breathing heavily. You couldn’t help but little out a quiet whimper, your feelings all over the place. ‘What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-’ You repeated in your head, trying your best to stand as he was making your legs turn into jelly. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you tried to keep up with his movements, your trembling hands balling into fists.

He pulled away, a smirk already displayed on his face for you to see. Your lips were plump and bruised, your lips still parted open in shock, trying to gather your thoughts. His eyes searched your face, before he scrunched his nose. “It’s just a kiss, no need to be so dramatic.” He repeated your words back to you, before letting go of your queue and turning, walking away and leaving you alone, frozen in place. “What the fuck.” You whispered, hands on your hot cheeks.

Part Two ->

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Dream hunt Neteyam

Requested by my darling @scorpiomoon-444 <3

I had fun rendering it 🫶 I was almost heartbroken to cover his body render with the paint but then I was like ??? He's PRETTY SO FORGET IT. I'm also having a high-saturation phase but he sticks out so nicely in this, I'm ⚰️ - anyway, I hope you like it babes ♡

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'I need you with me, and I need you to be strong. '

'Strong Heart''

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okay since ur req is open rn i have an idea and ofc i don’t mind waiting, take ur time w it! basically it’s a neteyam x reader angst + fluff (oblivious idiots + opposites attract trope) whereby reader is loak’s bestfriend, who also has a crush on neteyam but keeps it a secret bcs she thought neteyam sees her as another troublesome little sibling like loak but what she doesn’t know is that neteyam also has a crush on her but he thought she sees him only as loak’s boring and non adventurous older brother. idk how it should go from that but can you please PLEASE ends it w fluff 🙏 thank you in advance! feel free to change anything and take as much time as you’d need bby 💓

Thank you for your request anon! 😁 I got on to this a lot quicker than I thought as my ideas for it came to me & boy did it just flow! I thought it was going to be a quick drabble, but holy moly, how have I ended up with 11.3k words of angst, drama, romance & sweet, sweet fluff! I hope you love it, anon! And I hope everyone else enjoys it too!

"Your Best Friend's Brother"

Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya Reader No warnings apply - Just a boat-load of angst, drama, protective & possessive Neteyam, romance & toe-curling fluff. Again, I personally do not like the use of 'Y/N' so your name in this is 'Kalia' (pronounced KAA-lee-yah). Language note - paskalin means 'sweet berry' and it's a term of endearment.

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~~ Neteyam’s POV ~~

Neteyam trudged through the verdant underbrush of the woodlands following the sound of playful slapping and squealing in the distance where he was sure he would find you and Lo’ak. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, wondering what mischief and hazardous activities you would both be getting up to today. Fiddling with the string of his bow across his front, he readjusted his bow to sit more comfortably across his torso. The little leather pack that contained his carving implements and bow oil bounced lightly at his hip as he walked.

Granted, it was nice having days off from his warriors’ duties. Group hunts and patrols could be strenuous depending on the game being hunted and the distance travelled, so the days where he could just relax on home ground and let loose were appreciated. Until his parents foisted the responsibility of keeping Lo’ak out of trouble on him…

Lo’ak was only a year younger than him, but Neteyam often ruminated and marvelled at how his brother’s maturity level was still leagues behind his own. Of course, being the oldest child did force one to grow up a little too quickly, but at already seventeen years of age, one would think that Lo’ak would have a better compass and not such a huge proclivity for getting into trouble.

If Neteyam was honest, the only thing that made the days he had to babysit his brother bearable was you.

You and Lo’ak might as well be joined at the hip. The best of friends since you could both walk, everywhere Lo’ak went, you went with him. Every stupid little game or dangerous stunt Lo’ak pulled, you were right there beside him. You had always tagged along with Lo’ak and his other siblings. So, for the longest time, Neteyam had not thought much of the way things were and it had not bothered him; you and Lo’ak, the disruptive duo.

However, things had begun to shift ever so subtly for Neteyam as he grew older, as you all did, growing and maturing into young adults. The older he got, the more he noticed you. His body started to react and respond to you in a way that made him increasingly aware that he was a young man and you were a young woman.

Neteyam began to notice the way your beautiful braids brushed the small of your back. He began to notice the enticing way your slim waist flared out to the curve of your hips and your bottom; the soft rounds of your breasts behind your clothing…

It had hit him quite suddenly one evening and things had never been the same since.

*** FLASHBACK ***

“Kalia!” Neteyam heard Tuk cry gleefully. His little sister bounced through his family’s shelter to throw herself at you, uncaring of the thumping impact she made against your thighs. Your laugh was jovial as you bent to give Tuk a hug, expertly balancing the wooden platter you held in your other hand.

Neteyam watched as you greeted his parents politely at the threshold, stepping into the space only when his mother welcomed you in with a wave of her hand. Neytiri embraced you affectionately and returned your greeting, “Oel ngati kameie, Kalia. Come in. What wonderful food have you brought to spoil us with today?”

The wooden platter held two mounds, one much bigger than the other, both wrapped in cooking cloth. You gently set the platter down in the centre of the space where the food mats were, “Mother and I have been practising making tumpasuk (red-orange berry) sweet bread. This batch was quite successful so we thought we’d share.”

“Ah, you know your cooking is always welcome in my household.” Jake sniggered, patting his belly enthusiastically.

Reaching back towards the platter, you picked up the smaller wrapped mound of bread and rose to your feet. Neteyam saw you scan the vicinity and his heart gave an involuntary skip when your vivid green eyes eventually landed on him and your gazes locked. A small smile played across your lips and he was suddenly drawn to how succulent they looked, a thought that made his ears heat in embarrassment.

You made your way towards him and Neteyam had to make a conscious effort to close his mouth and school his expression into one of nonchalance, lest his face betray the sensual thoughts that his brain had begun to annotate about you as you approached. You had grown very pretty in recent years and despite the nuisance that you and Lo’ak always presented, Neteyam realised that you had always been a very sweet girl. A very sweet, very pretty girl.

“Hey Neteyam,” Your voice was a tender lilt in his ears and he lifted his hands to receive the small mound as you held the sweet treat out to him in both of yours, “This one is for you.”

Neteyam swallowed tightly, hoping the heat in his cheeks and ears were not colouring his skin too obviously, “Thanks, Kalia. I’m sure it’ll taste amazing, as always.”

The soft peal of your giggling tickled his ears then and Neteyam had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke your cheek. Your cyan skin looked so smooth and he was willing to bet that it would be warm and silken beneath his fingertips. The little points of your canines peaked out endearingly from behind your upper lip as you grinned and Neteyam’s nose was suddenly perceptive of an alluring scent that he knew was not the sweetbread in his hands.

“I put more dried tumpasuk berries in yours, as well a little extra rock sugar. I know you like yours sweeter.” You murmured quietly to him.

Neteyam returned your smile, silently allowing himself to bask in the feeling of being looked after specially by you. “I do, you’re right. Thanks again.”

“Hey!” Lo’ak’s voice grated from off to the side, “Why does Neteyam always get his own special treat? I thought I was your best friend!”

“You are, which is why it’s you and I that always get up to no good together.” You agreed heartily, “But your poor brother is the one who has to put up with our shit, so I figured we better thank him?”

Neteyam’s heart sank a little. Oh, was that why he always got his own treat? You were just thanking him as Lo’ak’s babysitter big brother. He suddenly felt a lot less special than he did a few moments ago…

*** FLASHBACK END ***

That had been just over a year ago and ever since then, Neteyam had grown more and more critical of your friendship with Lo’ak. Your spirited friendship with his brother seemed more at odds now to him than it ever had before. You had matured into a young woman who appeared to have her head screwed on the right way, kind-hearted and generous with good instincts. Yet all of this seemed to vaporise into thin air the moment you were around Lo’ak.

Neteyam did not understand why you persisted on accompanying his brother on his silly little escapades, playing stupid games like seeing who could pinch and punch the other the hardest. By Eywa, Neteyam had wanted to punch Lo’ak the day he had seen the bruises and marks he had left on your shoulders and arms. The thought of someone intentionally causing you pain and marring your beautiful skin made his blood boil, even though he knew that you had willingly participated in the ridiculous exercise.

But most of all, Neteyam hated the way Lo’ak’s recklessness endangered you.

Not that this meant he cared any less for Lo’ak’s safety than yours. He loved his brother and all his other siblings immensely and there was a natural desire on his part to keep them all safe. However, his impulse to protect you felt different. It was not rooted in the same place of familial love and affection he felt for his siblings. Instead, the strong urge he felt to protect you rather stemmed from his attraction to you as a male was to a female he was interested in.

If Neteyam had his way, you would never go on another irresponsible adventure with Lo’ak ever again. And this put him at odds with his brother. However, he acknowledged that getting in the way of your friendship would be wrong and he knew it would sour things overall for all three of you.

Neteyam had to find a way to curb this newfound possessiveness that he felt for you. You were not his and he was nothing more to you than your best friend’s older brother. His role was to keep an eye on Lo’ak; keep Lo’ak out of trouble and he would keep you out of trouble by default. Simple as that. Nothing more.

Your squeals and peals of laughter became clearer as Neteyam rounded the corner of a lush coppice into a glade of fyìpmaut (squid fruit) trees. Sure enough, as expected, there were you and Lo’ak, chasing each other round the glade with bits of squashed fruit in your fists, stained almost from head to toe in bright pink squid fruit residue.

Perhaps this was a good time to tell you both that fyìpmaut fruit juice stained almost permanently on whatever it came into contact with…

~~ Your POV ~~

“Lo’ak, you sucker!” You yelled out, darting out of the way as Lo’ak attempted to grab hold of you to smear you further with squid fruit, “I’ve got way more fruit on you than you have on me!”

“Yeah? Well I beat you earlier at seed-spitting, so we’re even.”

The glade of squid fruit trees were in high season currently, the trees around you bursting with bright purple fruit. The fruit hung in bunches, much like utumauti (banana fruit). Each piece of fruit was like a long, squidgy antenna, full of magenta coloured flesh that had five or six stony seeds in them.

Fresh from your run through the woodlands earlier with rumbling stomachs, it had been Lo’ak’s idea to stop and feast on your find. What had begun as a sweet and innocent snack-stop had soon turned playful when Lo’ak had challenged you to see who could spit the seeds the furthest. Seeds were spat, a winner was crowned and then you, against your better judgement, had decided to hurl a handful of pulverised fruit at him. War then ensued, which led you both to the present moment, sticky, breathless and dyed bright pink.

Lo’ak flung another piece of squashed fruit at you, which you only just managed to duck out of the way of, laughing, “Ok, alright! Truce?”

Your best friend snorted at the sight of you, “You’ve got it all up in your hair. You’re going to have to scrub your braids out and re-do them all!”

You launched yourself at Lo’ak, tackling him to the ground in a jumble of mock hisses and snarls, before a familiar voice plucked you both out of your tussle.

“Mum is going to twist your ears so hard they’ll fall off, Lo’ak.”

Startled, you shot to your feet at Neteyam’s voice. Self-consciousness overwhelmed you and you avoided meeting his gaze. Great Mother, you must look a mess… Did Lo’ak just say you had fruit in your hair?... You began a futile attempt to clean up by swiping at the bits of fruit on your arms and legs, trying to flick and rub the tacky mess from your skin and clothing.

“Ah, here comes the killjoy. Why is Mum going to twist my ears, bro?” Lo’ak queried, joining you at your side, following your lead and partaking in a fruitless attempt to clean up.

Neteyam’s toned legs came into your downcast view as he stepped up to the pair of you, and you instinctively looked up to acknowledge him. Your saliva dried up in your mouth as it always did when you laid eyes on him. Your quiet crush on him was getting rather out of hand in the confines of your own consciousness. You would never admit to all the times you had daydreamed girlishly of Neteyam, of all the things a girl wanted a boy she liked to do to her; holding his hand; a slow dance in the fading light of a dying bonfire; a kiss…

You had never admitted your feelings to anyone and especially not to Lo’ak. He would never let you live it down, crushing on his older brother. Though you knew Lo’ak had his suspicions about the way you felt.

Lo’ak thought his older brother was a dull and uninspiring killjoy, but if you were honest, you found that Neteyam’s maturity only added to the already large number of reasons you found him attractive. He was gentle, thoughtful, extremely loyal to those he cared about and one of the most skilled warriors the Omatikaya had ever seen. And he was very handsome… compassionate, intellectual, with a lovely deep voice… Your list went on.

“Squid fruit juice stains.” Neteyam stated matter-of-factly, “It’s going to take a lot of scrubbing to get it off your skin. As for your clothing, the stains will never wash out of cloth. These clothes you’re wearing are ruined, both of you.”

You heard Lo’ak bite back a curse as he fiddled with the fabric of his loincloth. It had been a lovely moss green before, but thanks to the addition of the squid fruit juice, it was now a rather unappealing shade of splotchy browns. You sighed, looking at your own ruined chest covering and loincloth. Your clothing had been a shade of lilac and while the magenta-coloured fruit juice did not contrast quite as jarringly against the fabric of your clothing as it did on Lo’ak’s, the stains were still clearly stains. There was no way the splodges would ever pass for artistic embellishment.

“At least, we didn’t get up to any dangerous shit today.” Lo’ak mused, elbowing Neteyam who sprang away lightly from his juice-covered brother with a chuckle.

“Good. We don’t need a repeat of the rock slide incident from the other week.” Neteyam cautioned, pursing his lips, “You could have both gotten really hurt from that.”

“Eh, it was fine. Kalia rolled out of the way in the end, didn’t you?” Lo’ak slapped you heavy-handedly on the back and you winced slightly in pain.

“It was a very close shave. And watch your strength, bro. Don’t be so rough with her.” The rebuke from Neteyam was delivered in an even tone, but there was an authority behind it that made Lo’ak roll his eyes.

“We should probably go and wash as best as we can before heading home.” You exhaled, feeling the stick of the fruit juice between your fingers, “The juice is starting to dry and it’s getting itchy.”

Neteyam was eyeing you up and down with an insouciant expression that betrayed very little of what he might be thinking and feeling in that moment. You were used to this. Neteyam very rarely displayed strong emotion or had dramatic reactions. He was always calm and collected. If Lo’ak was a jaunty and splashing stream, Neteyam was a deep and tranquil lake.

However, his intent gaze only fired the coals of your self-consciousness and you began to pick worriedly through the soiled braids of your hair. You realised then that there were small, drying bits of fruit still clinging to the backs of your fingers, and you stuck your fingers into your mouth one by one, trying to the best of your efforts to suck them clean.

You heard Neteyam suck in a deep breath through his nose and he spun away from you, beginning to amble back the way he came, “There’s a split in the stream farther back where you can both wash. Come on, we want to get back before eclipse.”

Heat flushed your face and ears and you swallowed the lump of shame in your throat. You probably looked absolutely feral, covered in gummy fruit bits and your hair all dishevelled. What girl ever wanted the boy she had a crush on to see her like this? You cursed your short-sightedness. You had known today was Neteyam’s day off and that you would likely see him.

You took a lot of pride in your appearance usually. Your mother always ensured your braids were impeccably done and you had an array of jewellery and clothing that you enjoyed picking through, deciding what you wanted to wear from day to day. Part of the reason was because you enjoyed being well put together, and the other reason was that you wanted to look good for your best friend’s older brother.

Following Lo’ak and Neteyam as they began their walk back to the stream, you mentally chastised yourself. Neteyam probably thought of you as a second nuisance. He already had Lo’ak to contend with from day to day and there you always were, getting into messy situations right along with him. You knew it did not make you look good, but you loved hanging out with Lo’ak. He was your dearest friend and he made you laugh with all his folly.

Reaching the split in the stream, Neteyam nodded towards one side, “Lo’ak and I will take this side. You can wash on the other. We’ll all meet back here when we’re done.”

“OK, got it.” You nodded in understanding.

“Kalia?”

You turned to face Neteyam at the sound of your name, your ears twitching curiously as you wondered why he had called out again.

Neteyam shot you a toothy grin and he chuckled, clearly tickled by something, “Make sure you wash your face really well. You’ve still got squid fruit pieces on your nose and forehead.”

Mortified, your hands flew to your face and sure enough, your fingers met something stodgy in the centre of your forehead. Cursing under your breath you turned on heel and strode for the stream on your side, secretly enjoying the sound of Neteyam’s husky laughter even though it made your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

Wading into the stream, you stopped once the cool water pooled around your hips, not wanting to go any deeper. You had never been comfortable in deep or rushing water. From childhood, you had always had an irrational fear of water. All attempts to teach you to swim had failed, as a result. You could tread water at best, but that could not be considered proper swimming. No matter, you had never held any desire to join the fisherfolk in their work hunting fish and gathering other river prey anyway.

Reaching to draw a cupful of water in your hands, you splashed yourself all over to moisten your skin. You began your arduous process of intently cleaning the fruit stains from your skin, knowing that this was the easy part. Washing your hair would be an even bigger task. You cleaned gently around a bad scrape on your left elbow, careful not to dislodge the healing scab that had formed there.

In the repetitive monotony of splashing, scrubbing and dunking, it was easy for your thoughts to drift back to that fateful day a few weeks ago when you earned that scrape. You had acquired several other grazes and cuts on your thighs and knees that same day too. It was also one of the few days you had ever seen Neteyam abandon his usually measured and composed demeanour in a rare display of emotion…

*** FLASHBACK ***

“I’ve got more rocks than you do.” You teased in a sing-song voice as you watched Lo’ak eye the broken cliff face before you, trying to decide which piece of rock he wanted to dislodge next.

“Yeah, but the rocks in my pile are bigger.” Lo’ak countered, “They’re riskier moves than the tiny little pebbles you’ve picked off.”

It was a dicey game you were playing, and once again it was all Lo’ak’s idea. There was an overhanging arch on the damaged cliff face that stood before you and the aim was to take turns dislodging as many rocks as possible before the overhang crumbled down.

“I thought that the person with the most rocks when the overhang crumbles, wins? Not the person with the biggest rocks.”

Sticking his tongue out at you, Lo’ak picked another hefty looking stone and set his foot on it, attempting to dislodge it with his body’s weight, “Nah, I’ve changed the rules. Person with the most amount of big rocks wins.”

Several smaller stones crumbled from the overhang, smacking and rolling loudly onto the ground in a precarious song of warning at the danger they were trifling with.

“That’s so unfair, you skxawng!” You whined peevishly, “You can’t change the rules partway through the game! Stop being a dick.”

“How about the both of you just stop entirely?” Neteyam’s voice called out as he appeared at the treeline. He had left the two of you for a bit to go down to the river to refill all your waterskins, and look what mischief you had both managed to get up to in that short span of time.

Lo’ak threw his arms up in the air, exasperated, “Nah, don’t ruin the fun, Neteyam. I’ve almost won anyway!”

“Are you kidding me, bro?” Neteyam exclaimed, aghast as he looked from his brother to you and then to your respective piles of rock, “Stop right now. That overhang is going to fall at any moment and it’s dangerous. Get away from there.”

“That’s the whole point, bro! We’re trying to see who can dislodge the most rocks before it crumbles.”

“Is it the most rocks or the biggest rocks?! You keep changing it!” You squealed in frustration. Both you and Lo’ak had strong competitive streaks, and neither of you liked losing.

Sensing your genuine upset, Lo’ak acquiesced and proposed a final tie-break challenge, “Alright, alright! How about this? You see that big rock over by you and this big one here by me? Whoever dislodges it first wins the whole game, once and for all. Never mind our piles.”

“No, no way. Stop it, both of you. We’re leaving now!” Neteyam hissed gravely.

However, neither you nor Lo’ak were paying him any attention. Narrowing your eyes at your best friend, you considered his proposal. You looked at the size of the rock Lo’ak had picked out for you, noted its position and then looked over at the rock he had assigned himself. Yours appeared to be in a better position. It was not wedged in as tightly to the cliff face as his was. You reckoned you could do it.

“Deal.” You called out to Lo’ak, who hooted in triumph despite Neteyam’s snarl of vexation at his side.

Both of you got stuck in immediately, feet and hands all intent on dislodging your respective rocks. Yours wobbled in its spot and you barked out a laugh of impending victory.

Several small rocks fell from overhead then and a thunderous crash echoed from above. What happened next happened so quickly that you were unsure if it had been your rock or Lo’ak’s that had caused the aftermath. The overhang disintegrated in a flash and a slew of mud and jagged rocks came pouring at speed over the edge where the overhang had been.

A cry of surprise left you and you stumbled backwards, tripping and falling painfully onto your side. Instinctively you rolled away from the surge of the rock slide and curled into foetal position, hands and arms over your head with your knees pressed to your chest.

The deafening roar of the rock slide dissipated, leaving a swirling cloud of dust and debris. Its gritty and granular texture stung your nose and you thought you could feel the grainy scratch of the tainted air all the way down your windpipe and into your lungs as you coughed violently.

Slowly uncurling your form, you tested your joints in small movements. You were scratched and scraped, but nothing felt broken or seriously injured. You could faintly make out Lo’ak and Neteyam’s worried voices as they called out to you, and you responded through a tickly throat, “I’m here! I’m OK!”

The rock slide was massive. It had divided you and separated you from the boys where you all stood in a raised wall of rock and mud. Thankfully you were out in the open and so you were not trapped. You just had to climb over the wreckage to get back to the other side.

You saw the rocks at the uppermost part of the wreckage shift and Neteyam’s head poked over the peak, closely followed by Lo’ak who cried, “Oh, shit! Kalia!”

The pair of brothers climbed gingerly over the apex of the wreckage, sliding downward on the slope towards you.

Neteyam reached you first though and you were gradually helped to your feet by his strong and firm hands. His eyes were wide and his breaths rushed from him in harsh pants while he checked you over. He circled you, gently lifting your arms as he went around, looking for any sign of serious injury. He crouched down then to look at the grazes on your legs.

You were a little shaken by the scare of the rock slide, but you were fine and you patted Neteyam’s hands where they clutched at your hips, his eyes focused on a graze along your thigh, “I’m fine, Neteyam. Nothing is broken. They’re only skin wounds.”

His eyes locked with yours for a few moments and they blazed with fury in their golden depths. He rose to his feet and you were prepared for him to berate you, but he swivelled around to Lo’ak instead and unleashed his ire, “You fucking moron! What were you thinking? No, I’ll tell you what, you weren’t thinking! This could have ended so much worse than it has! You should know better than this!”

Lo’ak shrivelled under his brother’s wrath and Neteyam returned his livid eyes to you, “You should know better. Both of you!”

Neteyam was almost vibrating with his rage. His nose was wrinkled and his upper lip was curled back in a snarl. You shrank at the sight, your shame consuming you as his words sunk in. He was right; you and Lo’ak had been extremely reckless.

Frankly, you were lucky to have escaped with your lives.

*** FLASHBACK END ***

That was another thing that you discovered you adored about Neteyam. He forgave easily and he never held a grudge.

You smiled to yourself at the thought. Neteyam had been angry for all of ten minutes at most, before he reverted to his usual caring and concerned self. You appreciated his kindly nature for what it was. Lo’ak, on the other hand, enjoyed pushing people’s buttons and you knew he took his brother’s forgiving nature for granted by always testing his boundaries.

The true blue of your own skin stared back at you as you surveyed your torso and your limbs. Your face felt fresh and your hair, though sopping wet, no longer felt tacky. Satisfied with your scrubbing efforts, you waded back to the mossy bank of the stream where your clothing lay. You had tried to wash those too, but no amount of scouring and wringing had freed the stains from the cloth.

Dressing quickly, you met the boys back at the agreed spot.

Lo’ak’s skin still looked purple in places and his jaw dropped at the squeaky-clean sight of you, “How’d you get all of it off you like that?”

You gloated a little at your job well done and smirked at him, “Good and proper scrubbing. Something you’d know nothing about. If you did, you’d smell better in general too.”

The comment elicited an offended gasp from Lo’ak and a hearty laugh from Neteyam who, despite having not partaken in their juicy fruit war, had also taken the opportunity to bathe.

“I don’t smell bad!” Lo’ak protested, chest puffing with indignance.

You laughed and teased your friend further, “No, you don’t smell bad, but you don’t smell good either.”

Neteyam stepped up to you then and your breath hitched on your next inhale. You hoped he had not noticed. Unlike his brother, Neteyam smelled very good to you. He scent was a clean musk like fresh forest greenery with a tinge of something spicy underneath.

“You did a good job scrubbing, but you missed a spot.” The rich depth of Neteyam’s voice swept over you like a warm caress and you held your breath like you had somehow lost the ability to respire like a normal person. You saw him reach out with a hand and then his thumb swiped slowly and deliberately at something high on your forehead near your hairline.

His hand pulled away and you registered a small pink glob of squid fruit on his thumb just as said thumb disappeared into his mouth to suck the digit clean. Neteyam’s intense gaze never left yours as he pulled his thumb unhurriedly from between his lips. A delightful shiver raced down your spine, and your girlish daydreams churned their way to the forefront of your mind when you saw his tongue dart out to lick his lips one last time.

Neteyam turned then to lead the trio of you away back towards home and you vaguely registered your numb and tingling legs following suit alongside Lo’ak.

A revolted groan sounded from Lo’ak and it pulled you back to reality from the daydream you had been immersed in. Your head pivoted to meet his face, which was contorted into a disgusted moue, “What is it, Lo’ak?”

“Stop eyeing up my brother’s ass.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. Truthfully, you had been admiring Neteyam’s rear, but you were not about to admit that. Scrambling for cover and trying to worm your way out of the hole you had found yourself in, you stuttered, “I wasn’t! I was looking at his- umm, at his-”

“Ass.” Lo’ak supplied again, deadpan.

“No!” You hissed under your breath. Neteyam was walking a little way ahead of the both of you, but you were careful to keep your volume down. “I was looking at his tail!”

A sarcastic scoff was your best friend’s response and he eyed you calculatingly, his expression dripping with his disbelief, “Because tails are so interesting. Come on, Kalia, don’t lie to me. I know you find my brother attractive. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Stubborn and resolute in your plan not to admit the truth, you shook your head, “Nope.”

Lo’ak laughed, the stray beaded braid that wasn’t tucked behind his ear swinging charmingly with the movements of his head, “Oh, so I suppose you just look at everyone like that? All moony-eyed? Hell, do you look at my ass like that when I’m not looking?”

“Eww! No! Gross!”

What ensued was a series of pinches, slaps and squeals as you squabbled. Neteyam halted in his tracks and he turned to see what all the commotion was about with a questioning look on his face.

Unable to resist the opportunity for another jibe at you, Lo’ak called out to him, “Oi, turn back around bro. You’re ruining the view.”

You felt the blood rush to your face and ears and you knew instantly that you were flushing a deep shade of violet. You slapped the back of Lo’ak’s thigh hard and satisfaction bloomed within you when he gave a pained yowl in reaction to it.

~~ Neteyam’s POV ~~

Seeing that you were both just bickering again as you often were, Neteyam gave a weary shake of his head and resumed walking. He had missed the meaning of Lo’ak’s cryptic comment, but he had not missed the deep blush staining its way across your smooth cheeks. He smiled to himself. You looked so beautiful when you blushed.

The bright pink of the squid fruit juice against your blue skin earlier had also coloured your complexion a lovely purple hue and it had reminded him very much of your blushing skin. The fruit juice had been smeared all over you; in your hair, on your face, your neck, your chest… And you had looked like a mouth-watering mess to him.

Neteyam felt saliva pool in his cheeks at the memory. By Eywa, he had wanted to clean your skin off himself with his own mouth and tongue. He had wanted to kiss you and taste the sweetness of the squid fruit on your plump lips. He had wanted to lick the gummy bits of fruit from your slender fingers and trail his tongue over every stained part of you until you were clean.

When you had sucked your own fingers into your mouth in the next moment, his thoughts had darkened even further. The sight of your succulent lips wrapped around your fingertips had been incredibly arousing, and he had forced himself to turn away when the next image his very male brain had supplied was of your sweet lips wrapped around something else of his.

He halted his thoughts immediately at the recollection. This had to stop. He had to find a way to distract himself from hankering after you. You were his baby brother’s best friend, for goodness sake.

A feeling of futility swamped Neteyam when the next remark his brain supplied in response to his previous statement was ‘so what?’

***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

A few months later

Neteyam sat leaning against the softer, peeling bark of kelutral (Hometree) on one of the upper boughs. He had returned from the day’s patrol not long ago and the soft light of partial eclipse streamed in dappled rays from the leafy canopy above.

Polishing the wood of his bow was one of the few things he found therapeutic in life. It was a mundane task and repetitive in nature, but it relaxed him and gave him time to just think and be. The slightly, nutty scent of the bow oil he was using was also a comforting smell that reminded him of who he was (a mighty warrior, firstborn son of the olo’eyktan) and it grounded him in those facts.

A much more saccharine scent tinged the air around him then and Neteyam’s ears twitched, alerted to the approach of someone from the branches below him. A loaf-shaped parcel, smelling absolutely delicious and wrapped in cooking cloth was carefully placed next to his thigh and he smiled, “Hey Kalia.”

Shifting to peer downward over the edge of his seat, Neteyam met your lovely green eyes which glimmered currently with something he could not decipher in their depths.

You grinned toothily at him and your tone was earnest, “Are you busy? I don’t want to impose.”

“Nah, I’m just chilling.” Neteyam replied, patting the space next to him and watching with a genial smile as you eagerly hopped up to join him at his invitation. He picked the loaf-shaped gift up and cocked his head at you, “What’s this for? It’s your birthday tomorrow, not mine. Why are you giving me a treat?”

Your teeth nibbled at your lower lip and you turned beseeching eyes at him, “I know you like utumauti cake so I set some aside for you from the batch I made this morning. I need your help.”

“Ahh, so this is bribery, is it?” Neteyam taunted mildly, regarding you through narrowed eyes.

“Well, kind of, but not really. I would have saved you some cake anyway even if I didn’t have a favour to ask.”

“I’m just teasing you.” Neteyam’s chuckle was warm, “You know you don’t have to bribe me to help you out. What do you need?”

Tender affection swelled in his chest as he watched you beam at him in excitement at what you were about to ask. Neteyam realised in that moment that he would do just about anything to see you smile, to make you happy. He enjoyed your cooking and the little treats you left him, but they were unnecessary. You had an unlimited supply of favours from him, as far as he was concerned.

You were almost bouncing next to him with your delight as you spoke, “The river trout are migrating currently and I want to see them tonight down at fkewkxor (mighty waterfall). My parents said I could go, but only if you came with me.”

The annual river trout migration passed through Omatikaya territory each year as they swam downstream through the nearby river. The migration was a stunning vision after eclipse at the falls, the bioluminescence of the masses of trout rippling in a multihued display as they made their journey down towards and over the falls before carrying on their way.

Neteyam’s agreement fell easily from his lips. He was more than happy to accompany you tonight, “Sure. Of course I’ll come with you.” However, before his imagination could begin to conjure up delightful little fantasies of how he would spend his time alone with you this evening, a maddeningly familiar voice called from below.

“Did he say yes? Can we go tonight?” Lo’ak.

Irritation flared through him and Neteyam almost sagged in disappointment. He was conscious of keeping his expression cool though. Of course Lo’ak would be coming. He was your best friend. But you both needed a chaperone to go out after eclipse and that was where he fit into the picture. It seemed you had picked up on his annoyance anyway and you wrinkled your nose sheepishly at him, eyes beseeching.

With a long-suffering sigh, Neteyam called down to his brother, “Yes, I’ll take you both tonight! I’ll meet you at the ikran rookery after last meal and we’ll go then.”

You let out a gleeful squeal and pumped your fist into the air, and Neteyam could not help the grin that wormed its way across his cheeks at your elation. You were thanking him profusely and were just about to slip off the bough to leave him to his peace, when he took your hand to get your attention. The little gasp of surprise you emitted was endearing.

Neteyam squeezed your hand gently, his thumb rubbing in fond strokes across your knuckles, “Only because it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

He released your hand and you thanked him one more time with an appreciative smile, “Thanks, Neteyam. It means a lot. I hope you like the cake.”

***~~~***

~~ Your POV ~~

The spectacle was breathtaking. The swell of the frothing rapids at the mouth of the waterfall was a foamy contrast against the rippling flashes of bioluminescent colour from the trout beneath the surface. You could not make out the individual fish, but the polychromatic mass of them made it look like the water was alive with colour. The entire waterfall glowed in the darkness of eclipse and you could hardly believe your eyes at what you were seeing.

Neteyam had led the three of you to an enormous tree that grew almost right by the mouth of the waterfall. The tree’s boughs and branches extended and hung out over the waterfall itself, making it a prime viewing spot. Your cheeks hurt at how wide you were smiling and even Neteyam seemed just as enamoured by the vision where he stood next to you.

The trout migration was a beautiful sight, but Neteyam was beautiful too.

Neteyam was entirely focused on the spectacle before him and it gave you a perfect opportunity to stare. You knew staring was rude, but only if you were caught, right?

In the low light of eclipse, his skin almost appeared a richer shade of blue, his darker stripes a complementary cobalt against his cyan skin. The bioluminescent tanhì (freckles) on his face sparkled bright like stars in the night sky like his own unique set of constellations. Your eyes tracked his tanhì on their journey down his striking form; over his shoulder, down his well-muscled chest and abdomen; down to his hip and toned thighs…

“I thought you wanted to come here to watch the trout.”

Your head snapped up to Neteyam’s face and you found him watching you, watching him. Mortification shot through you at being caught, and your brain was blank and useless in that moment, completely unhelpful at finding something to say. You must have looked very much like a trout then with your wide, unblinking eyes, your mouth opening and closing wordlessly…

Neteyam was still watching you intently, but there was a hint of something in his eyes, something you had not seen before; something playful and hot and utterly male. It made your skin prickle with a delicious heat and made flutters burst in your stomach.

You broke the eye contact, embarrassed, and your words finally returned to you again though they were not exactly coherent, “I did! I do- I am- It’s just- Just thank you.”

You chanced a glance at him again and a corner of his lips quirked upward. Neteyam dipped his head downward, his chin lowering, but his eyes never left yours as he watched you. You shivered at the look. He looked like a hunter about to capture his prey…

“Holy shit! You have to come up here. The view is amazing and there are no lower branches in the way of your eyeline.” Lo’ak exclaimed from several branches up, “Come on, guys!”

Excited, you climbed your way up to meet him with Neteyam following close behind.

The branch Lo’ak stood on was a younger branch near the top of the tree’s canopy. It was not as thick and impervious as the older boughs lower down, but it appeared to be holding Lo’ak’s weight just fine. You hopped nimbly up onto it and began gingerly making your way down it towards Lo’ak who had his hand waiting outstretched for you. The branch bowed ever so slightly and it swayed under your feet as it adjusted to your added weight. You halted your steps.

Neteyam’s voice was a low warning from behind you where he remained next to the tree’s trunk, “This branch isn’t going to hold you both. Come back this way Kalia.”

Lo’ak, as usual, held a conflicting opinion, “Aww man, don’t worry bro, yes it will. It’s a little bendy, that’s all.”

You looked between the two brothers who both had one hand stretched out to you now as you stood in the middle. Neteyam was shaking his head in a reiteration of his point, his golden eyes fierce, impelling you to return to safety. Lo’ak’s expression was nonchalant, his eyebrows raised awaiting your approach.

In the end it was Lo’ak’s next words that sealed the deal, “Come on, Kalia, don’t be a wuss.”

You never backed down from a challenge, especially not from Lo’ak. You were not a wuss and so you turned towards him and took the several steps required the rest of the way to grasp his hand.

The branch pitched downward with a little wobble under your combined weight, but it held.

A triumphant ululation trilled from Lo’ak and he laughed, “See? I told you it’d be fine.”

You breathed out a quiet ‘wow’ as the new vantage point afforded you a clear and unimpeded view of the entire waterfall in all its phantastic glory, just as Lo’ak had said. However the branch you were on was not wide enough for both of you stand side by side, and it was a little awkward peering from around his shoulder.

Seeing your position, Lo’ak looked up at the branch above him and he grinned at you, “Here, I’ll hop out of the way so you can see better.”

The next few moments passed in a sluggish blur for you, almost as if time had slowed to a snail’s pace. The last thing you heard was Neteyam’s panicked cry of, “Lo’ak, no!”, before Lo’ak sprang upward from in front of you, reaching for the branch above to pull himself up and out of the way.

The sickening crunch of wood splintering followed as the force of Lo’ak’s well-meaning spring shattered the weight limits of the branch beneath you. Abruptly, your feet were no longer grounded as you saw the broken branch fall away. Gravity sank its sharp talons into you and then you were plummeting too towards the majestic but treacherous waters that lay in wait below.

The last thing you felt was your breath tearing from your squeezing lungs and forcing its way up your throat in a choking scream.

~~ Neteyam’s POV ~~

The piercing sound of your terrified scream echoed through the woods and Neteyam watched, petrified, as your frame was swallowed by the thunderous falls.

“Fuck, KALIA!” Lo’ak’s own screech was hoarse as he pulled himself up all the way onto the branch above. He appeared a hair’s breadth away from diving in after you when Neteyam stopped him.

He was not about to let his brother risk his own life any further, but Neteyam held no such reservations about himself, “No, Lo’ak! Stay here, you skxawng! Call for help if we don’t surface!”

It was a perilous endeavour, but what choice did he have? There was no time to waste thinking. You were down there and he needed to get to you. With his heart galloping in his chest and his heart whispering prayer after prayer to Eywa to keep you alive, Neteyam leapt from the broken stump of a branch and into the raging falls after you.

Tucking his head as his body speared into a downward dive, Neteyam felt the force of thundering water hit him before he was submerged under the surface. All around him were roiling bubbles and scattering trout as they endeavoured to avoid the foreign creature that had just invaded their environment. There was no sense of direction; he had no idea which way was up and which way was down. Neteyam felt trapped in the never-ending churn of the water, but he reached and pulled against the water with his arms and kicked out with his legs nevertheless.

Neteyam’s sole concern was you. Great Mother, he had promised to keep you safe…

You had only been allowed to go out tonight because you were under his watch; you had been entrusted into his care. His thoughts were frantic… Please Eywa, help me… help her! Help me reach her!

Neteyam realised the trout around him were upright and swimming in the same direction, which was a good sign. It meant he was the right way up. Having regained his sense of direction, he doubled down on his focus. He could not see any sign of you beneath the water, though it was difficult looking through shoals of trout. Reaching the river’s bottom, Neteyam kicked off it and propelled himself towards the surface for a breath of air.

Breaching the surface, Neteyam’s head spun around looking for you. Nothing. He dove under again, continuing his search. All he could see was trout and his chest was tight with frustration and desperation. Please, Great Mother, please!

Something small and black drifted past his eyeline in a furry tuft amidst the writhing bodies of trout... Your tail! It was the tuft of your tail! With renewed vigour, Neteyam swam towards it with all his might, his hands reaching out until he could grasp it. The trout parted as he pulled your unmoving form towards him. His emotions were a contradiction in that moment. He was relieved that he had found you, but alarmed to see that you were unconscious.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, Neteyam kicked his legs, hauling you up to the surface.

Neteyam jostled your body roughly in an attempt to wake you when your face broke the waterline. He coughed, his frenetic words leaving him in wet gurgles as he cried out, “Kalia, wake up! Can you hear me? Breathe! Kalia!” You remained unresponsive; your chest unmoving as you drew no breaths.

The water was calmer here now as he floated downstream with you. Turning onto his back to keep you atop him, he frog-kicked towards the riverbank and thanked Eywa when he could finally touch the riverbed with his feet. Swimming back far enough until it was shallow enough for him to stand, Neteyam righted you in his arms, hooking one arm under your knees and the other around your shoulders so he could carry you ashore.

Delicately positioning you on your back on the muddy bank, Neteyam’s fingers flew to the crook of your neck where it met your jaw, probing desperately for a pulse. Nothing. Pure, undiluted panic shot through him. Placing his hands on your chest like he had been taught, he knelt alongside you and started chest compressions.

“Come on, Kalia!” Neteyam urged, “Come back to me, paskalin!”

Thirty compressions later, he pinched your nose, tilted your head back and sealed his mouth over yours. He gave you two breaths, feeling your chest rise slightly with each one. He checked again for a pulse.

Still nothing.

With a wild curse, Neteyam restarted chest compressions. He knew this was your only chance at survival and yet he was so afraid that he would break your sternum with the force of his compressions. Sixteen or seventeen compressions in, your shoulders and chest punched outward and your body gave a violent wretch. River water spewed from your mouth and you took a ragged but blessed breath in. A fit of wet coughs wracked you as your body ejected some more of the water from your saturated lungs.

A startled cry of relief left Neteyam and he propped you upright in his arms, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head, “Thank you, Great Mother! Keep breathing, paskalin. That’s it! That’s good.”

He cupped your cheek, forcing your gaze to focus on him. Your eyes were wild with disorientation and fear, and Neteyam clutched you to his chest as you began to cry bitterly. The sound of your crying was heart-wrenching, but it was welcome proof to him that you were alive.

Your drenched body quaked in his arms from the chill of the river water and Neteyam let out several trills and ululations, calling for his ikran. He needed to get you back to his grandmother. Quickly.

***~~~***

~~ Neteyam’s POV ~~

To say that Neteyam was angry with Lo’ak was a vast understatement. He was absolutely livid with his brother.

He and Lo’ak had fought countless times in their lives. It was the way of things when you grew up as brothers whose personalities were at such odds with each other. Countless disagreements and countless rebukes, but Neteyam had always been eloquent, even in his ire. He had always known how to scold Lo’ak; had always known what words to use to chastise him. But tonight had clearly been one step too far.

Tonight, Neteyam knew he was beyond angry because for the first time in their lives, he had no words. He had been silent ever since he had returned to kelutral with you in his arms several hours ago.

Lo’ak had taken full responsibility and had owned up to his reckless behaviour. Both their own family and yours had been horrified by the events of the evening as he had recounted the truth to them. Lo’ak’s immense contrition had manifested itself all night as repeated apologies to whoever would listen.

His grandmother had thoroughly checked you over when he had arrived home with you. You had sustained several shallow gashes to the skin of your back where you must have hit the rocks at the bottom of the waterfall. You had aspirated river water and there would still be excess fluid in your lungs despite you having coughed most of it up. Mo’at had prescribed bedrest and careful monitoring of you for the next several days in hope that you would not develop a lung infection.

It was astonishing how the axis of Neteyam’s entire world had shifted in the space of one evening. He had vowed to himself a few moons ago that he would find a way to stop his growing feelings for you. He had done this partially out of respect for your close friendship with Lo’ak and also because he was convinced you did not see him the same way.

But he had nearly lost you tonight. And there was nothing in life that gave a person quite the same clarity of perspective than the threat of imminent death.

So what, if you were his baby brother’s best friend? Tonight had taught Neteyam that life was too short not to go after what he wanted.

Neteyam kept silent vigil in the healers’ hut where you were now asleep again. He had not left your side so far. Part of him needed to see you, to hear you breathing to assuage the deep-seated apprehension in his soul that you might somehow stop breathing again. And what if no one was there to notice?

Out of the corner of his eye, Neteyam saw Lo’ak get up from his spot a little further away to come and sit by him again. Neteyam ground his jaw together so hard that his teeth started to hurt.

“Say something, bro.” Lo’ak pressed softly, keeping his voice down so as not to wake you.

Neteyam’s nostrils flared and he pressed his thumb and forefinger into his eyes in vexation, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. You’ve said that a billion times already.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. Say you forgive me now, please? You were right, OK? That branch didn’t hold.”

Neteyam’s gaze had been alternating only between your prone form and his clasped hands in his lap up until now, but he turned incredulous eyes at his brother then. He gave a quiet scoff of disbelief, “By Eywa, that’s what you’re sorry for? For not listening to me? You think that I want you to apologise to me because you didn’t believe that I was right? Fuck, you don’t get it at all, Lo’ak.”

Lo’ak blinked several times and his brows knitted in a confused furrow, “What? I’ve already apologised. I don’t know what more you want from me.”

Neteyam’s nose wrinkled in a silent snarl at his brother, “This is your fault. It’s always your fault because your apologies are never backed up with a change of behaviour.”

“I know, bro. I promise I’ll listen to you from now on.”

“No! That’s not it!” Neteyam’s hiss was quiet but no less vehement, “It’s not about me being right or you not listening to me. It’s about you recognising that you need to think before you rush headlong into your fun and games! I won’t always be there to protect her!”

He saw Lo’ak’s eyes flick to your sleeping form and saw the recognition dawn on his brother’s face. Lo’ak had caught the inflection in his last sentence, “Oh, so this is just about Kalia, is it? You’d be fine if it was me that nearly drowned tonight instead?”

 Neteyam growled a warning, “Don’t be unkind. This is about both of you.”

“Yeah, I get it.” Lo’ak said casually, but Neteyam could sense his brother’s rising temper, could see it in the impatient flick of his tail, “In general, you’re concerned about the both of us, but right now tonight, this anger of yours, it’s all about her.”

“Of course! She died tonight, Lo’ak! She was dead when I pulled her from the river! We’re lucky I managed to resuscitate her!” Neteyam snarled, his ears pinned and his own tail lashing behind him, “You put her in danger. You have done so, so many times with your recklessness! So help me Eywa, if you can’t comprehend in your thick skull that you need to grow up and consider your own safety, then leave Kalia out of it, at least.”

Lo’ak’s lips curled in a derisive snarl of his own, “You can’t have her, bro. I won’t let you.”

Neteyam clenched his jaw. This was not the direction he had wanted this conversation to go in, but at the same time, it was a conversation that had been stewing in the background for moons now. His brother seemed all too eager to jump on this train of thought, full steam ahead.

Lo’ak continued, “She’s my best friend. I see the way you look at her, Neteyam. You want her for yourself.”

Neteyam knew he had to tread carefully here and choose his words wisely. It was both dishonest and futile to deny his attraction to you now, but he did not want it to come at the cost of your friendship with Lo’ak. Swallowing tightly, he began in a measured tone, “I don’t want to take her away from you. I just want her to be safe. I want you to be safe so that she is safe with you. You’re not good for her if you won’t change your behaviour.”

Lo’ak was shaking his head now, his breaths puffing heavily from his nostrils as he got more and more agitated, “How about you stay away from her, bro. She’s my friend.”

“This doesn’t have to be a you or me situation.”  Neteyam reasoned, “My interest in her and your friendship are not mutually exclusive things.”

“No, you can’t have her!” The words were spat from Lo’ak in a vicious growl, louder now than before.

“That isn’t your choice or mine, Lo’ak! It’s hers! But I have every right to express my wish to court her!”

“STAY. AWAY. FROM HER!”

“You don’t have any right to demand that!”

“Stop fighting.” The voice was feminine croak and Neteyam startled, his head spinning back to look at you. His brother’s head had swivelled around just as swiftly and he was sure he heard the vertebrae in Lo’ak’s neck pop.

~~ Your POV ~~

It had been the most impressive quiet argument that you had ever heard, if you were honest. The brothers had done well maintaining a hushed volume up until the last few moments. You figured it was time to intervene since the conversation was getting out of hand and it was also especially imprudent for you to be eavesdropping on a conversation about, well, you.

Your throat felt scratchy and your lungs felt sore, but you were fairly clear-headed otherwise.

“Shit, Kalia, sorry we woke you.” Lo’ak was by your side in a flash and one of his hands curled around yours, “Fuck, I’m so sorry about tonight. I really am.”

His tone was remorseful and you knew he felt awful. Lo’ak was careless but he was not callous by any means. He cared greatly for you despite him unintentionally contradicting that fact at times with his reckless behaviour.

Lo’ak’s eyes appeared a little watery in the flickering firelight of the hut and you reached out to pat his cheek kindly, “Hush, I know. I’m OK now. We live and we learn, yes?” He nodded mutely.

You saw Neteyam’s face swim into view beside Lo’ak’s and your heart gave a squeeze. An assortment of thoughts and emotions eddied around in your mind at the sight of his handsome face; gratitude, affection, remnants of your fright from earlier in the evening, and a kittenish shyness at what you had heard him say just moments ago.

Looking back to Lo’ak, you took the hand that was holding yours and kissed the back of it, “You know you’ll always be my best buddy, right? Nothing will change that. Ever.” You saw the slight pout of Lo’ak’s lips lift in a grin. You needed to speak to Neteyam though, alone, to thank him for rescuing you. Mostly to thank him, but you wanted to address a few other things too…

You cleared the scratch in your throat and shot Lo’ak a reassuring smile, “I’ll catch you in a bit, yeah? Could you give your brother and I some time? I’d like to speak to him.”

You had to fight the urge to giggle because when you saw Lo’ak’s grin pucker into an unimpressed moue. He looked from you to his brother and then back again and drawled sarcastically, “Yeah sure, I see how it is. You’ll be my best friend in the daytimes and then you’ll go and suck face with my brother in the evenings.”

Both you and Neteyam hissed Lo’ak’s name in shocked unison as he got up to give you both some privacy. He called over his shoulder as he disappeared out the draping flaps of the healers’ hut, “Don’t do anything gross in there kids, I’m just outside.”

Neteyam emitted an irritated huff and he rolled his eyes. His cheeks were purpling ever so slightly and you giggled, your own cheeks heating in response. You sat in silence for a few moments, neither of you really knowing what to say or how to begin.

You looked at Neteyam in the lambent glow of the firelight. He was looking intently at his folded hands in his lap and a frown wrinkled his forehead. He looked a little upset and you realised then that while it had been you who had fallen, gotten injured and had to be resuscitated, it was Neteyam who had had to live the waking nightmare of all those moments.

You extended the fingertips of your left hand and you stroked them gently against the back of his clasped hands, “Hey, thanks for saving me. I wouldn’t be here if not for you.”

“You weren’t here for a little bit.” The words were a broken mumble from Neteyam, who turned one of his palms out to twine his fingers with yours. He looked defeated.

“I’m here now and that’s what matters.”

His fingertips were warm against your cold ones and you instinctively sought out more of his warmth, sliding your palm forward to seat it fully against his. You felt his fingers wrap around your palm in return and the motion sent a thrill through you.

Neteyam took a shaky inhale and his exhale punched out of him in a defeated sigh, he shook his head gravely, “Fuck, Kalia you scared me today. You were gone. I had to fight to bring you back and-” He stopped suddenly and his eyes reluctantly fixed themselves on the dark purple bruising where the top of your chest was peeking out from the woven blanket Mo’at had wrapped around you.

“It doesn’t hurt much.” You supplied, “You did what you had to and I’m so grateful. I was stupid today too. It wasn’t just Lo’ak who didn’t listen. You told me not to go out onto the branch. I’m sorry too. I should’ve known better.”

He pursed his lips at you then, clearly agreeing with your sentiment, “Look, I’m not going to try and stop you and Lo’ak from hanging out, but you both need to be more careful. Think about what you’re doing, assess the situation. I don’t want to have to give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation ever again.”

“Not the kind of mouth-to-mouth you’d like to give me?” Perhaps it was the heady mix of tonic that Mo’at had given you as pain-relief. Or maybe it was the fact that you had overheard Neteyam admit to being attracted to you that emboldened you, but the quip was out of mouth before you could stop it.

Neteyam’s mouth popped ajar at your remark and he spluttered, “I-It wasn’t exactly a kiss.”

Your tittered even harder at his reaction and you countered with another quip, “No, I’d like to be alive when that one happens.”

He continued to gawp at you and you nibbled on your bottom lip bashfully. Eywa, you’d been crushing on Neteyam for a couple of years now, and to hear him say that he would like to court you was a girlish dream come true. You squeezed his hand promisingly and he chuckled.

He licked his lips and his eyes fell to his lap again. He shifted his other hand to join your already clasped ones and rested it over yours. Your hand was cradled between both of his now and the blazing heat of skin was electrifying. He lifted his eyes then to meet your gaze and admitted, “I didn’t think you felt that way about me.”

“And I thought you didn’t see me as anything more than your little brother’s annoying friend!” You exclaimed with a laugh, “By Eywa, I’ve been cooking you things and bringing them to you personally for so long now. I was convinced you just thought me a pest.”

Neteyam frowned and cocked his head at you, “I thought those were bribes and ‘thank you’ treats for keeping an eye on you and Lo’ak.”

“Well, they were, but it’s because I didn’t want you to stop coming.”

He smiled at you then, one of his beautiful, bright smiles that made you feel all warm and tingly inside. He brought your knuckles up to his face and pressed a kiss to them, and the soft velvet brush of his lips made your stomach quiver and your toes curl. He murmured, “So you’ll allow me to court you?”

You beamed at him with a nod and you wondered if he could see the happy stars bursting in the depths of your green eyes. A stupid part of you was a little disappointed that the first time his lips had touched yours you had not been conscious. It had not been a kiss, but still.

You wanted a kiss now and you never backed away from an opportunity to get what you wanted, “Kiss me, Neteyam, please?”

A corner of his lips quirked upward and his chin tilted down again, his eyes never leaving yours. You recognised that look. It was the same keen expression he had worn earlier that evening after he had caught you staring at him instead of the trout. Great Mother, that expression sent delightful shivers through you.

You saw him lean down towards you slowly, bracing his weight on his palms on either side of your head, and he smirked, “Lo’ak is going to be so annoyed.”

“Lo’ak knows. He’s known about my feelings for you for a while now. He’s just going to have to share.” You whispered, your heartrate quickening and your breath puffing in smaller pants of anticipation as Neteyam’s face neared yours. A husky chortle rumbled by your ear and you gave a small gasp as his hot breath tickled the side of your face.

Neteyam purred his response, “Well as long as I don’t have to share this-” He pressed a slow kiss to your right cheek, “Or this-” Another unhurried press of his lips to your left cheek, “And especially not this-” His smooth lips enveloped yours in a chaste, but lingering press, “Then I’m fine sharing. Happy birthday, Kalia.”

Bright and unbridled delight rushed through you in a series of flutters and flurries in your chest and in your stomach. You had almost forgotten. The darkest part of eclipse had come and gone. It was your birthday today. Your first kiss with Neteyam was without a doubt, the best birthday present ever. Neteyam was grinning smugly down at you and you reached up to loop your arms around his neck, pulling him down towards you again for another deliciously plush and moist meld of your lips.

It was a little uncoordinated and a little bit messy as the two of you continued your curious exploration of each other’s mouths. After all, you were both new to each other like this. However, the experience was no less stimulating. You had plenty of time to practise and get better, you mused.

Evidently Lo’ak had chosen the wrong time to peek through the gap in the hut’s entry flaps, and you and Neteyam broke away from each other laughing when his indignant voice sounded from outside.

“Eww, yuck! I SAID NO GROSS STUFF!”

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Author's Note: Ya'll this took on a life of its own, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoyed this little rollercoaster of drama! I'd love to hear your thoughts & reactions. Reblogs are so very much appreciated. Share this piece if you loved it! 🥰Thanks for reading!

[maverickbabes]

My Anger Slut

My Anger Slut

Ole'ekytan!Neteyam! x female!reader!

Neteyam and Reader are both 24

Warnings: Pure Smut. NSFW 18+, sir kink, petnames (kitten, baby doll, princess, etc), choking, dom!Neteyam! & sub!reader!, rough sex, biting and marking, cussing, spanking, degradation and praise, a little bit of aftercare

Summary: Neteyam is angry and frustrated because being Ole'ekytan comes with lots of tasks and learning from his father who was Ole'ekytan isn't exactly easy. When he gets home he takes all his frustration out on y/n.

yawne - beloved

Tagged: @cinetrix Thank you for letting me use your photo ❤️

"Neteyam are you even listening?" Jake asks his older son and Neteyam fights the urge to let out a frustrated scream. Neteyam looks up at his father and forces a smile on his face. "Yes father" Neteyam says through gritted teeth, seconds away from losing his shit on everyone.

Jake let's out a sigh as he runs his hand over his face. "Alright I'll repeat myself once more" He said and starts to explain what being Ole'ekytan means and the role it plays within the tribe. Neteyam tries to subside the anger bubbling within him, He didn't want to explode on his dad.

"Alright that's it for tonight, go get some rest son I love you" Jake says as he gets up and starts to stretch out his sore muscles. Neteyam places his hand over his loincloth, covering his bulge as he gets up from his spot and runs out of the hut towards his own.

Y/n was in their shared hut laying on the hammock running her fingers through her soft waves when she hears her mate's angry footsteps rapidly approaching the hut. She started to get a bit scared when she saw the front flap fly open, revealing a very pissed off Neteyam.

"Ma 'teyam" Y/n whispers getting up from the hammock and making her way towards her mate, heart racing in her chest. Neteyam lets out a hiss as he grabs Y/n's face and kisses her roughly while his slender fingers tangling in her hair. His hands travel down her body, one of his hands squeezing her breasts while the other one travels towards her hips.

She lets out a small gasp as he pulls away from the kiss before making a trail from her lips down to her neck and collarbone. A moan left y/n's bruised lips as Neteyam let's out a frustrated growl before backing away from y/n. "What's wrong handsome? What's the problem?" She asks tilting her head to the side in concern.

"I had a bad day at work today and I couldn't be away from my dear mate who's looking very hot at this moment" He says scanning his eyes over her body and curves. "Plus I couldn't stop thinking about you and I just... Ahhh" He said hissing out the last part as he clenches his fists at his side.

"Use me" Y/n whispers softly and Neteyam whirls around to face her, his tail swishing in excitement and anticipation. "Are you sure ma yawne? I don't want to hurt you" He tells her and she gives him a simple nod. "Yes I'm positive. Use me to take your anger out ma 'teyam" She assures him, giving him a small smirk.

Just like that a switch flick inside him, All the respectfulness left his body as he storms towards his mate. Y/n feels her heart skip a beat as she falls onto her knees in front of him and he chuckles darkly before gripping her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You're so submissive for me aren't you babydoll?" Neteyam says and y/n bats her eyelashes up at him.

"Only for you sir" Y/n said as she begins to untie his loincloth and lets it hit the floor, revealing his hard dick. She kisses the swollen tip before putting in her mouth earning a loud moan from Neteyam. "Fuck princess just like that" He praises as he grabs a fistful of her hair and pushes her head further.

Y/n gags from the sudden movement but is quick to hollow out her cheeks and continues to take his length, her hand reaching to play with his balls. "Oh my fucking god" Neteyam groans as he shoves her mouth of his dick and picks her up, practically throwing her onto the hammock.

Neteyam lets out a growl as his hands travel all over her body before they stop at her top and he rips it off of her. She hisses at him and he grabs her neck then lightly squeezes in which made her mouth open agape. "Watch your attitude with me" He warns and she reaches up and pulls his face down towards hers, kissing him roughly.

"Mmm" Y/n moans into the kiss as she feels his hands travel down towards her loincloth as he moves it to the side before his fingers slip inside her soaked core. "You're so wet for me kitten. Fuck I need to be inside you" He moans as he slides her loincloth off and plunges his dick inside her.

"Oh my fuck!" Y/n half moaned half yelled feeling his length stretch her out. "Fuck you're so tight for me princess" He praises as he begins to pound into her relentessly. "Is that all you got sir?" She teases and he halts his movements before his blown out yellow eyes look down at her. "You're gonna regret that you little slut" He growls then lets out a dark chuckle.

Not even giving her a second to prepare, He grabs her by the hips and pulls her closer while wrapping her legs around his waist before he begins to just take his anger out. She could feel herself shift up the hammock as Neteyam pounds into her hard and fast. "Who do you belong to?" Neteyam hisses as he reaches up and begins tweaking her nipple in between his fingers.

"YOU SIR" Y/n screams out feeling pleasure overwhelm her body and Neteyam gives her ass a few spanks. "Good girl. Such a good girl" He praises then bends down towards her chest and began leaving bite marks all along her neck, collarbone, breast - basically anywhere he could reach.

Y/n could feel her climax bubble in her stomach and she arches her back, trying to relieve some of the pressure building. "Is my princess gonna cum?" He asks as he slows his thrusts down a little bit, earning a whimper from y/n. "Please Neteyam, Please let me cum" She begs as she looks up at him with pleading doe eyes.

"Cum with me babygirl, cum on my dick" Neteyam encourages as he feels her walls tighten around his length before she releases her climax, him soon following after. Neteyam collapses onto his mate as he tries to regulate his breathing. After a few minutes of them coming down from their sex high, Neteyam lifts his head up to look at y/n.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asks with a hint of concern laced in his voice. She smiles before placing her hand on his cheek, rubbing her thumb along his jawline. "No 'teyam you didn't hurt me, if anything I'm glad I could help you take your anger out" She reassures him.

He lets out a sigh of relief before he buries his face within her breasts, nuzzling his nose against them which earned a giggle from y/n. "Come, let's get you cleaned up yawne" He tells her as he pulls out of her slowly then steps out of their hammock, reaching his hand out for her to take.

[torukmaktoskxawng]

Neteyam Masterlist

HEADCANONS:

Nothing yet...

ONE-SHOTS:

Ninat's Daughter

Pinky Swear

SERIES:

Sleeping Beauty (smut)

(Full Masterlist Here)

[aperiraa]

neteyam wanting to be a young dad is so canon like he’d bring up as soon as y’all become college freshmen and you’d be hesitant but that man would be good at convincing you especially when he’s balls deep inside u whispering in your ear how he wanna nut in u

"Please baby it'll be worth" n "lemme cum inside baby" and when he finally do nut inside you he is practically sobbing like im talking head thrown back tears down his face and he whimpers and whining like he ain't got his schmeat redecorating yo insides

[skxawngdragon]

CREAMING RN ADUGJTTJHV @neteyamtesuli

[agelsully]

(S)creaming

[askinkiskarma]

SOMEONE JUST SENT ME THIS SO I HAVE TO SHARE WITH YOU (and maybe I’m the last one to know about the existence of adult neteyam on a direhorse with perfect posture and gorgeous back but idc it inspired me and hopefully it will inspire you)

Argh that does look so much like him omgggg 😩😩😩

WE DESERVED TO SEE THIS JAMES CAMERON IM COMING FOR YOUR SUB-LOVING ASS RIGHT NOW

[luvv4j4ybe11]

𝟏.) 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 + 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 - 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦

𝟐.) 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 + 𝐅𝐖𝐁 - 𝐋𝐨’𝐚𝐤

𝟑.) 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝟓.) 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 + 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨’𝐚𝐤

𝟔.) 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛- 𝐋𝐨’𝐚𝐤

𝟕.) 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐓𝐞𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧

𝟗.) 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 - 𝐋𝐨’𝐚𝐤

𝟏𝟏.) 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝟏𝟐.) 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐓𝐞𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧

𝟏𝟒.) 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤- 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝟏𝟓.) 𝐃𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 - 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝟏𝟖.) 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐋𝐨’𝐚𝐤

𝟏𝟗.) 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤- 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦

𝟐𝟓.) 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐋𝐨’𝐚𝐤

𝟐𝟔.) 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞- 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐠 + 𝐄𝐭𝐮𝐰𝐚

𝟐𝟕.) 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞- 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦

𝟐𝟗.) 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩- 𝐓𝐞𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧

𝟑𝟎.) 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬-𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞+𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢

[starneteyam]

SONG OF THE SEA ★

🖇️ char. Neteyam x Metkayina! Fem! Reader

🖇️ warn. None, fluff

🎥 In which Neteyam meets you at midnight and listens to your stories as an excuse to see you

A/N Just a short one shot, featuring the story of Davy Jones and Calypso bcs literally Davy Jones’ song breaks my heart

It was late at night, Jake putting out the fire as it was time to sleep. Neytiri sighed, looking around and noticing Tuktirey was gone, probably outside, playing by herself. “Neteyam, go get Tuk.” She ordered. He nodded his head, leaving the hut and walking outside, not seeing her in sight. He walked further away, hearing nothing but the sound of the ocean below him and the creatures crying. That is, until he heard a melody.

The voice was soft and beautiful, filling his ears as if a goddess were singing a lullaby The melody itself was enchanting and soft, but also somewhat sad. Ears twitching, he found himself being drawn towards the voice, and saw you sitting on the deck, your back turned towards him as you hummed. The leather below him creaked, and your ears flickered in caution as you spun around, gasping. You sighed. “Do not sneak up on me like that.” Letting out a distressed sigh.

“I am sorry.” He mumbled, still distracted by your beauty. Your eyes lingered on him, before you ushered him to sit next to you. “You are Neteyam, yes?” You asked, kicking your feet against the water as you looked at it. He sat next to you. “That is me. You are?” He had never seen you before, and he was honestly confused on why he hadn’t noticed you. You shrugged, laughing weakly. “I am nobody.” You told him.

He pursed his lips, before speaking again. “What was that song?” He asked, and you looked at him with confusion written on your face. “Hm?” You asked. He cleared his throat. “The song that you were humming, what is it?” You smiled.

“It is the Song of the Sea.” You told him, turning back to the open ocean. He stayed silent, urging you to continue. “It is a story of a pirate who fell in love with a sea goddess. She gives him the duty of ferrying those who died at sea to the next world.” You started, eyes flickering towards his.

“She promised him that after ten years, she will spend one day with him before he returns to his duties. But after ten years of being at sea, when he went ashore to meet her, she never arrived. He felt betrayed, and angry, and deep sorrow.” Your voice got softer, empathy seething through your words. You breathed in, and continued. “In return, he betrays her, and he teaches other pirates how to capture her and trap her into a human body so she cannot rule the sea. Even though he is angered and was lied to by the goddess, he felt guilt for what he had done, so he carved his heart out and locked it in a chest.” You turned to him.

“He tries to convince himself that he hates her, but he cannot. He is in love.” You said, smiling widely as you told the story. You then blinked, before clearing you throat. “It is a stupid child’s tale.” You whispered, embarrassed that you got excited about a folktale.

He leaned forward, shaking his head. “No, it is interesting.” He assured you. You looked at him with wide eyes, taken aback, before smiling sheepishly to yourself, your cheeks warming. Everybody always made fun of you for telling these stories, but he was actually listening.

“The song is their’s.” You explained, and he stared at you with awe. “Neteyam! Bro, where’s Tuk?” Lo’ak interrupted, but quickly shutting his mouth upon seeing him sitting with you. Neteyam quickly got up, blushing as he looked between you and his brother. “I’m right here!” Tuk said, running towards Lo’ak. Neteyam looked at you, frowning. “I must go.” He told you. You nodded, turning back towards the sea. “I understand.” You spoke, your words quiet.

He wanted to say more, to speak to you more, but he turned and left, getting punched in the arm by his little brother, who he hissed at.

The next day, at the same time as the day before, he came back, and there you were, humming once again. He tried to find you during the day, but he couldn’t find you at all. “Neteyam.” You smiled as you saw him, and his heart skipped a beat. You extended your hand for support to help him sit next to you, and he took it. “I want to hear the rest of the story.” He told you.

Days went on like that, where he would come and find you, and you would tell him many different stories of the sea. He grew more infatuated with you each and every time, the distance between you slowly decreasing. A couple of weeks later, you wouldn’t even talk, and you would just hum as you laid your head on his shoulder, not failing to notice how he was as stiff as a rock, nervous.

“I cannot believe he would betray her, even though he loved her. It is strange.” He scoffed, shaking his head. You looked up at him, and his breath hitched at how close your faces were. “Love makes you do strange things.” You murmured, and his eyes searched your face. The moonlight lit your face almost perfectly, your eyes sparkling as you looked up at him. He loved the way the corner of your lips would pull upwards whenever you saw him, or the way you softly hummed while tracing the lines on his palms. He loved you.

He subconsciously was leaning in, and his eyes fluttered shut as he placed his lips on yours, gently. Almost immediately, you kissed him back. You adjusted your body to turn towards his, a hand of his sneaking onto your face and cupping your jaw. All these years, you have been listening to love stories and songs and the wonders of it all; of how it makes your heart pump faster, or the way you would smile until your cheeks hurt, or the way your eyes searched for a flaw and could find nothing but perfection. You listened to them all, and now you had it.

He deepened the kiss, huffing through his nose as he furrowed his eyebrows. He slowly pulled away, his eyes switching between your left and right. God, you were beautiful. “You are strange, Neteyam.” You smiled shyly, looking down as you leaned into his palm. “It is your fault.” His deep voice rumbled through your ears, kissing you again.

[xylobee]

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You cannot tell me Neteyam wouldn't be wild for even a night after his iknimaya, he's been good for so long, give him a break 😭

(Sorry babes had to post again because I forgot the tags oopsies) Mwahs @neteyamstiyawn for commenting under the deleted post <3 ily

[lovelybruises-backup]

I miss my boy😭💙

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[vivid-ink]

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HUNGER GAMES: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes MASTERLIST

A TURN OF TABLES - Coriolanus Snow x Lucy Gray (oneshot)

AVATAR MASTERLIST

- SHOW ME & TEACH ME - {Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya Reader} 18+ MDNI (Complete)

Summary:

You were an inconsequential member of the Omatikaya clan who had failed your rites of passage once already. You were born to heal, not hunt or fight. So, why had the tsahìk designated Neteyam of all people to take over your training?

What business did the future olo’eyktan have mentoring you? But it was too late now. You should have known better than to fall in love with your mentor. You had known this day would come; the day when your success would mean losing his company. You should have clung on tighter to your heart while you still had it…

- TO KNOW YOU AGAIN - {Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya OC} 18+ MDNI (Complete)

Summary:

“Do you remember our last night here? The night before my family left?” The warm, rumbling timbre of Neteyam’s voice washed over her.

“Yes,” Naia whispered. How could she forget?... She had replayed the memory of his lips over and over numerous times.

One corner of Neteyam’s mouth lifted in a small smile as his eyes tracked over the delicate bridge of her nose and over her steadily flushing cheeks. His gaze stopped to rest on her lips, “You gave me something that night. I think it's time I returned it."

Set 7 years after TWoW: An exploration of what if Neteyam had to leave a girl he was close to behind when his family fled to the reefs to seek refuge.

-THE LOVE SHACK - {Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya Reader(21) x Lo'ak(22)} 18+ MDNI (Complete)

Summary:

You’d heard the whispered speculations and stifled giggles during the daytimes. You’d seen the furtive glances that the other women cast at Neteyam and Lo’ak through coquettish eyes, cheeks stained a blushing mauve as they exchanged coy smiles with the two brothers.

And during the nights? Hell, you’d heard the moans and wanton cries for yourself… You were definitely curious, but did you have it in you to go through with their proposition?...

ONESHOTS & DRABBLES

Your Best Friend's Brother - {Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya Reader} Mission Accomplished - {fem!HumanReader x Neteyam OR Lo'ak} 18+ MDNI - Kinktober 01 - 'Handjob' prompt I See You - [fem!OmatikayaReader x dom!Alpha!Neteyam} 18+ MDNI - Kinktober 31 - 'A/B/O' prompt

***~ VividInk AO3 ~***

Want a novel-length adventure with a strong narrative? This one is 20 chapters (152k words) & too long to put on Tumblr, but I'm most proud of it! It's a real rollercoaster with a completely original plot!

- VIOLET EYES - {Neteyam x fem!Avatar OC} *Complete* 18+ MDNI

Also on Wattpad HERE

Violet Eyes Summary:

Ria’s gaze paused at his handsome face. Good God, he had grown… She remembered his striking face from years ago in a time of battle at sea, it had been softer with youth then. He had barely been taller than her. Now, he towered over her...

Neteyam lifted his gaze to hers; green-gold clashed with striking violet. Yes, he remembered those eyes. Even the years that had passed in-between had not made him forget.

He lowered his face, his lips curling in a snarl, “I should kill you.” The English words were stilted as he spoke, “But I will not. A life for a life.”

AU where Neteyam lives - set many years after The Way of Water, after the defeat of the humans.