#but they raised neteyam (and his siblings) well
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imagine unironically saying âwow, look at this noble, selfless, responsible boy with good, even exceptional life skills who cares deeply about his family, looks out for his younger siblings, and sets a good example for them. Yup, his parents really screwed up with this poor kid! Massive fail!â
#neteyam#jake sully#neytiri#sully family#not a *super* common take but Iâve seen it more than once and I just. b r u h#and no you absolute goobers parents asking an older sibling to help look out for their younger siblings is not âparentificationâ itâs NORMA#neteyam is NOT a sad little victim who hates his responsibilities and isnât allowed to have fun holy crap yâall#he THRIVES on the responsibility. he begs for more. he wants to be a mighty warrior like jake any way he can#and he still laughs and smiles and has a good time!!#jake and neytiri may not be âperfectâ parents (because perfect parents donât exist because parents are people)#but they raised neteyam (and his siblings) well#just say that youâre reaching for reasons to call them toxic parents because youâre bitter they didnât take in spider or w/e and go
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i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best | 2
summary ;; Your burning determination to prove your father wrong and Jake's wish to teach you a lesson both end up in a pyrrhic victory. PART 1 | PART 3 pairings ;; dad!jake sully x reader, mom!neytiri x reader, sully family x reader genre ;; pure angst and family feels notes / explanations ;; im speechlessly overwhelmed at the sheer amount of love you guys showed me these past couple of days. like. literally never had something like this happen to me before. i got too excited to finish this chapter to give back to yall, there was an attempt to proofread but... i hope it's not too bad, please enjoy! as always, if you see any mistakes, im sorry!
The path further into the floating mountains was all the worse to navigate thanks to the lack of light, the only useful guides you had were the faintly flickering bioluminescent lights from the forest deep below. The branches twisting around each other to create a naturally built bridge from mountain to mountain benefited from this, contrasting as a clear obscured line to your eyes against the glow underneath.Â
The easiest part of your journey, in hindsight, was just skipping along this line.Â
You werenât exactly happy about this. Â
The more you left behind, the more you were freaked out that Neteyam or anyone else was onto your intentions already and hot on your trail right this moment. Imagining father making a beeline to you in the air with Bob, a cruel, merciless whistling arrow, made you all jittery and almost puking kind of nervous, pulling at the depths of your stomach.Â
Your rationality told you that it was a half an hour walk to your spot from the tent, and Neteyam would be hurrying the more he thought he wasnât able to catch up with you along the way, so you had around twenty minutes until the whole family was panicking and raising the clan to look for you.Â
Tuk had gone missing once thanks to some hide and seek game with Loâak (sheâd hidden so well and was waiting for her siblings to find her already, blindly sticking to the game for an entire day, not out of stubbornness but childish purity), and this was exactly what had gone down â
the resentful part of you questioned if father thinks of you highly enough to resort to that.Â
If something happened to you, he would maybe urge your brothers to search for you for a while, and drop it then â leaving you to your own devices happily.Â
Maybe.Â
Were you even worth it in his eyes for a search party? You wondered if he cared enough that you disappeared.Â
But that was a stupid, childish thought you knew you fantasized about a lot â perhaps this was why heâd called you immature. This was no mindset for a strong, independent, confident hunter. The thought father was right, even a miniscule bit was bitter on your tongue, worse than what he called black coffee.Â
Disappearing so youâd find out just how much he cared was unfair to mom, for one.Â
She had lost so much in such a short amount of time, the stories she sang poignantly about were hard to listen to without tearing up. Her home. The trees of voices, all the lost ancestors. Her father. Uncle Tsuâtey. Her first ikran, Seze. Loss upon loss you think thereâd be nothing left to give anymore, but sky peopleâs fire was always hungry, always willing to waste more to grow bigger.Â
You wouldnât forgive yourself for making her cry in your pursuit to punish father. Never.Â
You werenât a child.
Just wanted to be one, sometimes.
Wanted father to babytalk you, pet your head longer than a passing touch as he walked away hurriedly to attend to other matters, make beads for your braids the way he always did from pretty stones he found on ponds, carve you little trinkets when you graciously had to give up your toys to Loâak and Kiriâs greed.Â
Your neck piece was all them in fact, heâd see it if he ever paid enough attention, or perhaps it was all insignificant to him, five kids meant countless belongings for each individual child had been passed down from his hands, it would be a miracle for father to recognize you still wore his clumsy creations. But again, it had been too long since heâd even looked at you affectionately, he wouldnât See.Â
Heâd transferred those habits entirely to Neteyam at one point in time.Â
Your older brother would always ruffle Loâakâs hair and tease him the way father used to, comfort him in his own playful way, and even though the younger looked discontent at being babied, you knew he was happy Neteyam was quite literally his shadow to look after him through tough times â including shielding from fatherâs line of fire. In return, he was suffering from being a foil to the older son, you understood the struggle because you were going through the same comparison, you just werenât obsessed with catching and living up to father as much as Loâak did.Â
Win some, lose some, I guess.
Plus, Neteyam was trembling under the massive planet-weight pressure, he had to set the standard, he had to live up to the older brother title. He was becoming more of a father figure to Tuk as days passed and the Oloâeyktan became more transparent from his familyâs life as a dad to five.Â
Besides, Loâak made trouble enough for two people to go around that you felt bad for your big brother, Kiri was thankfully more mellow (despite frequently hanging out together with him and Spider) compared to him that Neteyam could breathe, not having to divide his attention.Â
You were in awe of her about how disconnected she was from all the changing dynamics. She had her own problems you could never understand, more spiritual than your grandmother, and ever the ethereal soul who you thought would disappear into Eywa if flesh wasnât holding her down to Eywaâeveng.
You were the teeniest, tiniest bit jealous of her (and Tuk) holding the softer sides of father, the boys thought he was deliberately softer because they were girls â but you were also a girl, so why werenât you allowed in?  Â
Well, thanks to that, youâd gotten closer with Neteyam and known him better after the whole clan had settled on High Camp, so it wasnât all that bad. You could badmouth father all day long sitting on some rock and make him laugh abashedly, guilty that he was smiling along with the trashing of the fatherâs name he respected so much â it was therapy, as Norm had taught humans frequently sought back on earth. It got you trying some things with Neteyam, becoming more of a companion and ranting buddy for him who he could be honest and open with, so that he didnât have to worry about taking up a larger role in your life to fill fatherâs missing presence. You were concerned about him more than he could be concerned about you.Â
That got you contemplating if father had noticed how comfortable his two oldest children were with each other that it was always Neteyam who he sent after you. A girl could dream, no? For one moment, it wasnât because it was Neteyamâs responsibility, but because father was paying attention to how his kids got along.
The image of him pushed you to be frantically fast to reach your destination as the fear returned with might. If he caught you right now when you had no ikran to prove him wrong, the punishment he was sure to give would be way more humiliating, you at least wanted something in your name to taunt him with if you were going down anyways.Â
A smile crept up your face at imagining him discombobulated and speechless, unable to pick out one thing that you did wrong.Â
The carelessness that came with your speed combined with how dark it was to see where to clutch and put your feet on caused you to slip up countless times when climbing, the sharp rocks scraping the insides of your palms and insides of your forearms, lifting your skin up. What you cared about more than the pain was that the blood was now tracking material for your family to sniff you out â you couldnât exactly wipe the rocks clean, so you carried on with a hammering heart, more afraid of father ruining your perfect moment than whatever ikran that would soon be going straight for your throat.Â
At least you were able to wash the blood off your hands in the waterfall.Â
Downside? You couldnât see shit. With your bare back flushed straight to the wall of rock and your feet feeling out the thin edge, the shrill cry of ikrans and the roaring of water was about to overwhelm your senses too much to pay attention âÂ
and you slipped.Â
The shriek that ripped out of you at the sensation of falling and the drop of your stomach alone almost made you pass out, and for a split second it was a good thing that you wouldnât feel the moment you died, but your body, once again, was one step ahead of you, it twisted in the air the last second and your hands gripped the ledge.Â
The wet rock and your blood made all that your life was hanging on slippery as you dangled into the abyss, swaying with the strong winds at this height.Â
You didnât know if it was the adrenaline or the nervousness, but something made you laugh out loud, and the bubbling laughter continued until you were able to pull yourself up safely at the ikran rookery, finally.Â
Looking around like a fish out of water, how you hadnât cracked your skull open shooting down to the forest below was a total miracle.Â
Youâd made it? Â
No one was there to witness what you just pulled off in total darkness. Your whole body was shaking, and you werenât even chosen by an ikran yet. This was happening. Shit. This was totally happening!Â
Your excited and terrified, âHell yeah!â went unheard apart from your aerial crowd.Â
But.Â
One among them answered your holler with its own that cut into the night like a battle horn. It was the closest one to you that was apparently watching you the whole time, starting to roar at you and twitching on its feet, shadow in the night informing you of its movements.
Youâd seen from Neteyam and Loâakâs iknimayas that you only had a few seconds to pull your shit together until it attacked, this was meant to be dangerous, serious, you could end up as a late night snack to them if things went wrong, but you couldnât stop grinning from ear to ear that it had chosen you.
You were chosen.Â
It wanted you as its rider.Â
If only father could see you now. The sensation of being the one â being special was unmatched. Now you could somehow get the fraction of the high he must have felt as Toruk Makto. Â
The, âLetâs fucking go!â that left you kept echoing into the night as you lunged at it, dodging to the left when it snapped at your head, hooking one arm around the ikranâs slender neck and clamping your legs around it the moment it started thrashing around wildly.Â
You didnât know why father had made a big deal out of it. You formed tsaheylu in no time, breaking Neteyamâs record â and you didnât even have the rope to hoop around its neck and jaw.Â
Firstborn daughter excellence.Â
Confidence restored and triumphing wildly to the pulse of your heart, the flickering smile on your face in wonder turned into a full-fledged smirk. At that moment, nothing mattered. It was just you and your victory. Proving father wrong.Â
Feeling the ikranâs lifeforce through the bond, a shiver went down your back as his beady eye looked up at you, pupil shrinking and expanding rapidly while you both took a minute to catch your breaths after the fierce wrestling.Â
âGotcha,â you panted. âYouâre mine now.â
The adrenaline made everything sparkle and shine, your spirits soaring high and unbothered about literally anything else in the world, and for one glorious moment, lost in the memories of your brothersâ iknimayas boasting with cheers from the clan and sometimes encouraging, sometimes fearful screams of your parents, your spirit sought them out to be soaked in the same pride â forgetting that it was night and nobody was there to celebrate you.Â
You were all alone.Â
The smile dropped from your face and crashed down like paper thin porcelain upon the slightest movement.Â
Right.Â
Youâd forgotten you were doing this out of spite. It snuffed every twinkle of magic away from the previously shimmering milestone of your life.Â
Your ikran felt the crushing disappointment through your connection and chirped at you, almost like an excited sibling pulling on your arm to show you something, weirdly comforting. Momâs ikran was a spitfire, but also nurturing â this one felt different somehow, you felt him bouncing from wall to wall in your head, hyperactive and cheerful.
Flying! He wanted to fly!Â
The first flight sealed the bond, after all.Â
You werenât alone even if none of your family members were here to share the joy â you had your new buddy. And the drop of gravity was thrilling this time, not the terrifying chaos that had your asshole shriveling up as it was when youâd missed your step.Â
The flights with mom were something you looked forward to, drying up in frequency as you aged, youâd missed the wind on your body and the greenery dancing below as you maneuvered in the air â but mom reserved nighttime rides for father only, and after the move to High Camp, the skimpering chance you could get your way if you begged cutely enough was gone too. Youâd never flown at night.Â
The sight was out of this world. The stars leaving a glowing trail above you, the forest pulsing with faint purple, green and blue lights underneath, everything was elevated in beauty because darkness let them shine.Â
You made loops in the air with your ikran, got as high in the air as you could before your breath thinned, and scraped at the tips of trees before shooting up again, all the while laughter youâve never screamed before bubbled out of you.Â
And you were all alone. There was no mom to gleefully taunt your ikran with hers to get both of you dancing in the air. There was no father to watch on with a small smile he was fighting. There was no Neteyam to stop you from dipping too close to the ground, and no Loâak to challenge you to get closer to race with him â no Kiri to complain how all of you were being so childish, how stupid this was all the while she was the worst of you all, instigating all the chaos.Â
No Tuk in your momâs lap whining about you guys leaving her off the fun.Â
Instead, there was the scent of a bogey in the air, snapping you out of the haze of sorrow.
When had you ventured out further into unprotected territory?Â
Linked with your thought process, the ikran stopped advancing forward and started beating his wings downward to stay unmoving, you observed the surroundings to get a better feeling of where you were, and noticed this was around the old shack, artificial lights were gliding between the leaves and branches that obscured your view of just who was roaming the grounds at night, definitely not a natural part of the forestâs flora.   Â
Fatherâs voice materialized in your head, drilled into you and your siblingsâ heads over and over again. If you come across any threat at all, do not engage, fall back and inform me. Got it? You call for me first.
And that split second of being afraid was your death sentence â that father would be so angry at you for your ignorance, amateurism, carelessness and idiocy that he could throw you out of the family for almost leading the demons to base simply by being there that they could figure out what direction youâd come from. That moment of weakness was enough for someone to snipe you out, and get you falling down from your ikran straight into the forest below, the cries of your new friend falling silent on your ears as you did your best to hug giant leaves to cushion your fall to the best of your ability. .Â
 Barely any time was left for you to shake the disorienting motion sickness off, you couldnât even attempt to run into the accepting, protective hands of the forest before whoever just shot at you was onto you, harshly gripping your arms and raising you up.Â
Fatherâs gonna be so mad if he finds out. Shit, I gotta get out of this.Â
But⊠Avatars? In full camo, armored, even. You hadnât heard of this from anybody in camp!
âDamn! Didnât actually think youâd be able to land the shot from all of that tree, man! Up-top!â
Two of them high-fived, you were actually going to be sick.Â
Thumb between his belt and stomach, another Avatar strutted towards you. The saunter and confidence meant that he was their leader. âNow, now⊠What do we have here?â
âA native.â You were being pushed down on your knees, one hand being grabbed and shown like a trophy. Just how many were there? You couldn't calm yourself enough to focus! âFour fingers.â
The speaker this time was a woman. âHow unusual. Those monkeys donât leave their coven at night.âÂ
âWhere were you flying, little bird?â The leader, a sleazy smirk on his face, leaned down to take a good look at you. âLeading away from the nest, perhaps?â
âShe donât understand, Colonel, donât bother. Ya think Sully could ever manage teaching one word of English to those?â
âWatch how she learns in three seconds.â He yanked on your queue so hard you saw white light in this hour of darkness â and when your vision came back, a screen with your fatherâs face was being shoved to your face. âJake Sully. Toruc Mactoe. Where is he?â
You screamed when he pulled with increasing strength, keeping up with the act you didnât understand. And the state of pain and terror massively helped, contributing to you looking frantic and lost, only knowing that you were being zapped to your core.Â
âSeems like I donât need to ask you.â His fingers snapped your head back to get a good look at your earpiece, late to notice you had it on at all because of the dark. âCan directly ask the man himself.âÂ
All you could form to think was, âFatherâs gonna kill me for this. Heâs actually gonna kill me this time.â
You weren't terrified of what the Avatars would do to you. You were afraid of him.
One empty shell from the reloaded machine gun flew away, tinkling hollow when it fell down, and rolled until it stopped in a small pool of water that had formed on the jagged ground of the cave systems. In the scarlet and orange glow of the campfire heâd haphazardly put together right outside of their home out of impatience after Neytiri had basically thrown him out, Jake almost mistook the liquid for blood.Â
An ominous cloud of dread settled on his shoulders, a paranoia every father tended to go through.
âBig Brother, this is Devil Dog. State your status, over.â
Neteyam didnât miss a beat to answer, thankfully. âDevil Dog, this is Big Brother. Iâm still en route to Foxcove, over.â
âHow much longer?â
âTen minutes at best, sir. Over.â
What he wanted to say was how come he hadnât met you halfway, but it was empty talk. No need to stress the boy out. âDevil Dog signing out.â
This girl was half the reason for the wrinkles on his forehead, Jesus Christ. He was basically waiting you out like a father sitting in the dark to ambush his daughter who had snuck out at night, for that single glorious moment of yeah thatâs right, you got caught, after the light would come on to ruin that moment of relief of successfully making it back in.Â
His mate had scolded him to be nice and understanding, a Marine was anything but, the closest he could compromise was not being as mean to you than he had to be. Sassing, âSo how was your Iknimaya?â like he planned was out the window â Neytiri was spot-on to say the girl would simply give the same mean energy right back at him, and that could only mean another erupting volcano of a fight and a good nightâs sleep ruined for him, overthinking where he went wrong and how else he could have salvaged the situation.Â
Heâd just make you tend to the ikrans for a week for some patience practice, cleaning shit for hours on a daily basis would certainly throw the temporary whim of the rite of passage hyperfixation out of your system. The possibility of you shouting you hated him was unavoidable, but Jake had to get his point across, no matter how terribly it nauseated him to hear something like that from his child.Â
It was strange to remember he couldnât care less for what people thought of him in the past. Some shithead he wouldnât give a ratâs ass about hated Jakeâs guts? Good. He was living in their head rent free, it was fun even â Neytiri too, Jake absolutely enjoyed her hating game at first.Â
Being legitimately resented by his very own child, though, was a heartbreak he didnât expect to hurt him the way it did, knocking air off his lungs the first time he heard it. A burning stab right in his heart that wouldnât go away until he had to hear it for himself you hadnât meant any of what you said.
Because that said hate actually stemmed from hurt Jake must have inflicted. Because you could actually despise him, and never allow him to reconnect with you again if he could ever manage to garner the courage to reach out to you â a mightier challenge than hunting Toruk in the sense it actually scared him.  Â
His teenage daughter. Scared him.Â
Jake didnât know what to do about it, he couldnât even show what exactly this made him feel, too ashamed and proud for it in the first place.Â
The growing distance between you and him was an uneasy, frightened bird he tried to shush and calm in his heart in favor of other pressing matters that drilled small holes in the depths of his stomach, and over time, those little holes had fused together to create one big pit with greater gravitational pull than the sun â until Jake didnât know how to stitch them back together anymore.Â
He told himself he would talk to you later, for sure. The morning after every argument, every fight, every jab from you he snapped at he would try to make amends for, definitely.Â
And then he didnât.Â
âWhat is this, are you palulukan ambushing prey? I told you to make up with her, not prepare for hunting.â
Jake shook his head, dropping the machine gun back inside the crate. The warmed metal was some sort of consolation to his nerves. Marine habit. Always felt safer with a gun near. (Or was it the American in him?) âNeytiri,â he acknowledged, bobbing his head. âIâm just passing time.â
âWhat do you think will happen when she comes back and sees you waiting for her like this?â
Ah, like the old times when Jake couldnât do one thing right in her eyes. âYes, maâam,â he said playfully, but with no mirth behind it, closing the crate with a muffled thunk. With nothing to do with them, one elbow went to his knee and the other handâs fingers started a rhythm on the lid heâd just shut.Â
His mateâs hand gingerly came down on his shoulder, kneading the nerves. âJust talk to her, MaâJake.â
âI donât know how to,â he admitted, he covered her fingers on her shoulder with his, and she immediately held his hand back. âDonât know what to even tell her.â He gave an exhale from the deeper, tired parts of his soul, gazing at the path leading away from their tent. âWith Neteyam and Loâak, itâs easy. I tell âem what to do and theyââ
Neytiri took a seat next to him, gathering their hands together. âSuffer just the same.â Jake was about to brush her off, but she didnât relent. âWhat youâre doing is hurting them.â
This now was about all of their children rather than you, specifically. Neytiri was trying to get him to see the bigger picture first before moving to cover what he did wrong with each child of his, they had had this conversation countless times before.Â
Here we go again, Jake thought.
âDoesnât matter if thatâs what it takes to keep them safe.â
âDoes it?â Neytiri leaned in, and calmness washed over him despite the disturbing nature of what she was saying. âDoes it keep them safe? Or push them to act out more, get in worse situations?â
He grimaced. âI have toââ
âYou feel like you have to.â His mate shook their clasped hands, rattling his bones. âI keep my children safe with trust and honesty. Transparence, MaâJake. So that they listen to me when I mean it because they See me. You shut them out.â Her lips bared to show her pearly teeth as she was practically beseeching him. âYou donât get your childrenâs trust by treating them like a squad.â
âThey trust me plenty.â
âThey trust Oloâeyktan. Toruk Makto. What about their father?â
âI make sure theyâre safe.â Neytiri dropped his hands with an agitated snarl, she thought they were back at the beginning again, he couldnât make her truly understand no matter what he did. He poured his heart out through their tsaheylu everytime, but her values and beliefs were wired so differently from his at the end of the day. âI make sure they stay where I want them to stay for their own good.â Jake shook his head, his voice soft, hushed. No force behind it when Neytiri was heated in return. âOne day theyâll understand.â
âThey wonât if you never tell them.â
âTell them what?â Jake asked. âThat Iâm being harsh on them to prepare them for war? You think theyâll take it seriously after this?â
âNaâvi were in war long before you. There will be wars after you. No parent sullied his childâs happiness for the price of becoming a warrior. You still donât get our ways even after all these years.âÂ
âThe sky peopleâs way,â Jake emphasized with his arms. âI have to teach them how they think, what they go through, so they know what theyâll be facing, okay? I canât simply teach them by telling them.â
âYouâre deluding yourself, Jake. Contradicting.â Neytiri was gentle in her cruelty, the flickering flames burned less than her amber eyes. âTuk and Kiri are getting none of this. I know your heart isnât allowing you. Why canât you do the same for your other children?â
Because he had gone too far already with the older three.Â
Trial and error.Â
He couldnât take back the things he did and say back â and quite honestly? Jake was being pulled from all sides to sit down and rethink his parenting. All he thought anymore was how to protect his family, frequent nightmares of losing his children in gruesome ways were haunting his every step.Â
A father protects his children, thatâs what gives him meaning.Â
Jake had his own desperate ways to do so. Â
He opened his mouth to say something back, anything, but was interrupted by the communication line coming on. âDad.âÂ
Jake immediately knew something was wrong, body sitting ramrod straight. If the frantic breathing and barely controlled voice wasnât any indication of it, his eldestâs behavior was. Neteyam didnât slip up in the codenames like Loâak did, dropped all formalities only when he was borderline panicking. Â
âDad. Iâm sorry, dad, sir, I canât find her, dad, Iâve looked everywhere around here, I thought maybe she was hiding underwater, behind rocksâbut I canât, I canâtâ.â
âSlow down.â Jake could barely contain his own panic rising from the state his son was in. The boy wasnât able to see it, but he couldnât stop himself from leaning in as if Neteyam was right in front of him, and started gesturing with his hand. âSlow down, son.â
âDadââ
Jake tsk-ed. âNeteyam, slow. Slow.â
Neytiri took his elbow. âWhat is it?â
He told her to wait with his gaze, and turned his attention back to Neteyam. This could only mean one thing, he was praying to be wrong â needed clarification. âNow tell me calmer. Whatâs going on?â
âSheâs never been here. She never came here in the first place. Thereâs no sign of her. No trace. Iâve tracked.â
Jakeâs instant response was fear. Domineering, ice-cold, cutting fear. Bodily and emotionally both. You were clockwork, similar to him in having unchanging routines and patterns. Angry? Went for a walk. Depressed? No talking to anyone until it passed. Happy? Wanted to go to the forest to spend time with your siblings and always craved sweet fruit. Didnât want to be around anyone? Hid in the little bioluminescent cove with a pond two little mountains away, always. Always. Â
Neytiri sensed this, observing the change of demeanor in him.âMaâJake?â
âOkay, son.â He seized back control. One missing child was enough. âStay right there and donât move. Iâll contact you.â
âYes, sir.â
âJake,â Neytiri hissed finally, at the end of her ropes.
âShe didnât go to the cove,â he said, face icy neutral as always, but his eyes showed dizzying concern. Neytiri put a hand on her mouth as Jake wasted no time in changing channels. âNight Owl, this is Devil Dog. Come in.â He couldnât even wait two seconds before trying again. âNight Owl, what is your status? Where are you?âÂ
Silence.
The more fear dug deeper into his skin, the more his anger and annoyance soared up, his tail was whipping the air erratically, the finger on the earpiece could send the metal right into his brain with how hard he was pressing on it. âI know you can hear me. This is no time for playing games. You know what you did to your brother? Do you know how panicked he was, not being able to find youââÂ
Then Jake remembered what Neytiri advised, he didnât change strategies because she was right next to him to dig his eyes out, but because his heart was picking up its pace by the second. âTell me where you are, Iâll leave you alone, I promise, alright? If youâre somewhere open, get to safety, Iâm only asking this from you. Or elseââ
âDonât.â Neytiri raised a warning finger at him, voice just above a whisper so they could hear their daughter if she decided to cut in. âThreaten her.â
He couldnât stop her from snatching the communication device off of him. âMaâite, itâs mom. Can you talk to me at least?â
His ears twitched at picking up on you responding, not quite making out the words. Â
Jakeâs eyes shut close for a long time as his whole eyebrow line migrated upwards, he physically had to get a few steps between him and the earpiece so the obliviating worry thatâd almost blinded him wouldnât cause him to say something heâd greatly regret later. He could feel himself deflating. A migraine could be coming anytime soon.
You wouldnât even acknowledge his existence but the moment your mother interrupted, you did? Fine. Fine. He didnât care. Jake could live with it. At least you were alive.
A rippling shudder shook him the moment that thought hit him, an image of you lying dead in a ditch, pale blue, flashing in his mind, he had to run a hand down his face.Â
When Jake looked back, irked by the silence, he found Neytiri standing completely stock-still. And all of a sudden, her petrifying glare was on him, ears pinned all the way back, hands gradually starting to tremble.Â
âNeytiri?âÂ
She wordlessly handed him the device, and with a deep frown, Jake put it back in his ear.Â
âHi there Corporal, you hear me? Yeah, I know you do. As much as Iâm charmed by the fatherly love I could give you a big old sloppy wet kiss, we have unfinished business.â
And the ground disappeared right under Jakeâs feet, plunging him into hell itself.
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His daughter (sully family x reader)
It was rare for Naviâs to have twins. So with Neytiriâs pregnancy with Loâak and Y/n it was safe until it wasnât, she had almost lost Y/n in her womb. It wouldâve left Loâak by himself, the rest of Neytiriâs pregnancy was the worst. She knew her baby girl was going to be born weak, so when they pulled her out of Neytiriâs womb it was like they were taking the life right out of her. Neytiri immediately went to grab her, longing for her daughterâs heart beat. Compared to Loâaks body Y/n was small and fragile..from then on the connection with their daughter was strong, they needed to be in order to keep her alive.
So from then on Y/n was Jakeâs baby girl, his precious daughter. It should be noted that she was Loâaks twin and was raised along side him and Kiri.
Of course as any child would, Loâak and Kiri had selective hearing when it came to their father and his many rules growing up. However, Y/n listened. She was the only one out of all three who truly cared about her fathers opinion. In the eyes of the clan Y/n was Jakeâs golden heart.
*
âMhm and Ooo! What is this papa?â
The child had wobbled to her mothers chain of flower, she had planned to surprise the girls with.
âahhh, that my little one is not for you!â
ââŠare you sure papa? It looks nice on me.â
Y/n twirled around with the flower crown, smiling with glee and grace.
âIt does!! But your mother would kill me if she found out I let you-â
Neytiri had walked through the home before he could even finish his sentence
âMaâJake?! You were supposed to hide it!â
âShe got a hold of it!â
âIt looks amazing mama-â
While spinning however, Y/n fell to the floor and both parents looked at her in disbelief. They froze for a moment waiting for the cryâs to begin..but they never did. Y/n just laughed at herself and laughed at her parents for worrying more than she had. Jakeâs smile couldnât hide, he knew that Y/n was strong and he loved that about her.
*
The only issue with Y/n was that she wore her heart on her sleeve. She loved to love everything in site, and she often gave people the benefit of the doubt. Jake saw that, and he trained her very well. He had her perfected and established to be a role model for the clan. Despite all his efforts, y/n didnât find it in her heart to view the world as he did. So, he kept a watch fall eye on her to keep her safe, and Y/n was never allowed anywhere without someone around.
*
âIâm going around the village! By-â
âNope! Not without your sister!â
Y/n had tried her hardest to remain patient with her father, settling on not saying anything and instead holding her frustration in. All she desperately wanted was time to herself; she was exhausted from spending time with everyone.
*
In many ways Y/n knew how to capture anyoneâs eye. She was the most vibrant out of all siblings. All siblings remained close, but they had never gotten to the point where they would speak about..the cracks within their house..
*
Jake had been furious that he found both of his sons wondering around the forest, with no care in the world.
âLoâak are you stupid?! You were given orders! Stay away from those areas of the forest!..and you! Neteyam how many times do I have to tell you to keep an eye on your siblings!â
Both boys would blink their tears away..
*
It wasnât just them..
*
Y/n had been eating her dinner alongside her family when an elder adult approached her. They had instructed her to fix something, in an aggressive tone; almost as though they were demanding it be done now. For once, Y/n retaliated gently, slightly annoyed that she was constantly interrupted when she was trying to connect and eat like the rest of the clan.
âIm sorry, can it wait till im done eating? then Iâll be happy to do it! thank you.â
The elder had gotten annoyed because it was the first time, Y/n declined aiding. The women had walked away in a rush, upset at the girl.
The siblings quickly exchanged confused faces about the situation before leaping back into their conversation but Jake couldnât shake off the emotions he was feeling about Y/n denying the women.
â..that was rude why did you treat her like that?â
Y/n looked at her father with a questionable look..
âShe was rude first.â
âSo? She is an elder..â
âI said I would get it done later sir, im eating like the rest of you. She can wait.â
âY/n that is not the behavior you should be having towards the clan.â
The pair had went back and forth in hushed voice as the rest of the family watched.
â..why is it that she can toss orders at me and you can be completely fine with it?â
âY/n you canât be talking back to me-â
âCan our daughter not eat in peace Jake? Please can the both of you be quiet.â
The pair turned to Neytiri and all Y/n could do was pass a gentle smile at her mother, glad she had stepped in. It was very rare that Neytiri ever did. Both Y/n and Jake were so used to getting what they wanted, that the pair would often clash headsâŠ
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The arguments didnât start until Y/n got older. She had gotten so eager to finally go out by herself and be more independent. Thatâs just the person Y/n was, she was willing to take risks and adventure. Funny enough Loâak was the same, yet he got away with majority of the things he did because it was expected of him. Y/n always had to come back home looking the same as she did before she left. Not a hair or seam in her outfit out of place, if Jake knew she did anything he wouldnât approve of heâd be furious.
To Y/n , that was the most frustrating thing of all. Everyone of her siblings would be able to go out, except her. She had hated it, she always felt watched. When the people came up to her she felt as though she couldnât truly connect, she was absolutely terrified of the things theyâd tell her father if she did.
For her fatherâs approval, Y/n conquered more than you can imagine. She had more talent in her body at her young age than any male soldier.
You can only imagine how eager Jake was to leave the forest. His sacred children were held at gunpoint, what more of a signal could there be as a warning to go?
So the family left their home; tears fell from everyoneâs eyes as they were now torn away from their friends and families. Y/n eventually grew with excitement and encouraged the rest of her siblings to feel the same, she knew something good was coming. Eywa was going to treat them to a reset button.
When they arrived on the island Y/n stood tall and confident. The clan looked at them with the most disgusted faces, confused as to why they were there and what theyâd be asking for..
Time had passed and when Ronal got to Y/n, she didnât hesitate to poke at her body. She had no shame in Critiquing it, in-front of her peopleâŠ
âThis child! She wonât last-â
Neytiri hissed, frustrated at Ronal for even implying that. Jake had told her to calm down, yet again putting his foot down.
âDo you think this is what we want here? Your childrenâs bodies wonât survive in our ocean, their demon blood runs thick..â
Ronal continued by picking at Kiri and Loâak next.. degraded was an understatement of how Y/n felt. She looked at the crowd furiously, until her eyes settled on a boy who had just came onto shore. He had teased her siblings here and there before meeting her eyes.
Aoânung could feel the madness within her eyes, how fragile and frightened this experience was for her. Those eyes told everything. He had made the abrupt choice to put the teasing to an end, deciding it wasnât worth it. Nothing could perfectly describe the way Aoânung viewed Y/n , she was breathtaking to him. Different than the rest of the Naviâs but comforting.
When he was walking them to their Mauri he had gotten quiet, glancing at her the entire walk. She looks so comfortable in her skin, confident even! But when you took one look at her eyes it was like they captivated you and told you her lifeâs story. He was so interested in her background..
Y/n had remained quiet the rest of the night, she was excited before but nowâŠthe anxiety and sadness settled in. She missed the forest, she missed home. Y/n missed it so much that she regretted being at least a little excited, she threw herself to go back to grieving. All her siblings seemed eager to learn, but she knew that if she didnât get any of it right or if her father didnât think she was trying hard enough heâd made her relearn to all over and over again.
So there she was, picking at her foodâŠfighting the tears. In that moment she realized she pushed those excited emotions on herself, at home she had a role to withold and the people were always so eager to speak to her. Maybe she took it for granted sometimes but, she would always take the time to say hello and ask how everyoneâs day was.
âY/n? Y/n? Y/n!â
She had been pulled out of her transit once again.
âYes?â
âI know itâs hard. But we canât sit at the table with upset faces. When youâre out there? You smile. When they donât smile back? You smile. Even when Theyâre not here you must smile. they cannot know you have a distasteful thought while being here.â
She was mad. Mad that he was still holding his guard up. Upset that he had managed to order her around even when he wasnât trying to. Frustrated that he couldnât see that they should be allowed to grieve the loss of their home. Neither of them realized how exhausted and how easily irritated both of them could get after the amount of traveling they did.
âNo ones here except family-â
âSo? Your siblings feel your emotions! Youâre making everyone upset.â
âHow is that my fault? Iâve been trying-â
âWell try harder! Cause that face isnât showing it.â
Those furious tears fell from her eyes as she stared at her father. He wanted to control everywhere she went, and now he wanted to control her emotions.
â..Well you canât go around acting like that either..â
âDonât cry now Y/n.â
âYup, thatâs me being dramatic. Once again, father knows everything!â
âI know everything! Because I do everything.â
Y/n got up from her spot and walked away from her meal, exhausted from her father. She was beginning to get the strength to just forget pleasing him. Y/n no longer wanted to be her fatherâs golden child, it had gotten so bad heâd even describe her as a burnt out star..
Even when it was visible Y/n no longer wanted to argue, Jake kept pushing and he followed her as she attempted to walk away.
â..cause you donât let me do anything! I could help more if you just let me go!â
Neytiri gasped, fear reaping right out of her. What she feared was true, Y/n did notice how tight Jake held onto her, and she felt suffocated. The true truth was right between her words.
âPlease the both of you are just tired, finish eating.â
âNo Neytiri. Iâm tired of this behavior. Y/n! With the way youâre acting, you are doing the opposite of help!â
Neteyam grew accustomed to taking the siblings out the room when anyone was arguing with father, he knew because itâs what he wouldâve wanted. The most harshest punishments come from their father.
âIâm doing the best I can! What else do you want from me?!â
âI want you to be better! And to maybe spend some time thinking about how youâre effecting this family! I canât keep arguing with you! This year has been a wreak! And it started with you, constantly acting out. You donât get to be sad when you became reckless with the clan when they needed you.!â
Y/n started at her father for a brief moment, she gave her heart a moment to break. The clan meant everything to Y/n and yes, sometimes recently she had denied their demands to stay late and aid within their homes simply because everyone has their moment when they were tired of everything. The face of betrayal came across her face once again..
ââŠyou may tell me how to shoot a gun, or train or who I get to hang out with, but you donât tell me how to grieve my home and clan! Iâm done with this conversation.â
âOh!! Now I get it, this is about your training, that you fell down from!â
âOh my goodness! This has nothing to do with my capabilities! But since weâre on the subject just because I mess up with small details, doesnât mean that I wonât succeed in life! You do not get to tell me that!â
âI get to tell you all of it! Because I made you! Remember that Y/n!â
âYea dadâŠyou made me..okay..thatâs fine..â
Neytiri wanted to cry at seeing her daughterâs shoulder weaken, her posture fall with her tears, and her hair detach from her scalp once again since she had run her hand through it. The volume in her voice got low and cracked, her daughter had accepted defeat in Jakes argument.
The siblings walked back in and watched Y/n walk into a dark corner of the Maui, turning her back to her family..
They sat there and didnât bat a word at Jake, simply gotten used to his behavior and treatment of Y/n. They didnât believe he was right for it, but what can you do when you know sheâs at least fighting for herself? All siblings and mother accepted that she would never change.
Y/n laid there weeping silently, allowing her body to fall into a deep rest she needed badly.
!đ!
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Hello maâam đ I am here to request đ Iâm thinking neteyam and reader are like enemiesđĄ they do not like each other okay but somewhere somehow they accidentally perform tsaheylu with each other and then they bang đŠ
Yuh first request done-zo I really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it.
Neteyam Sully x Fem!Na'vi!reader
Rated R
includes- smut, ma as a pet name, baby as a pet name, fingering, p in v, dirty talk, fem genitailia, accidental tsaheylu
In this tsaheylu is only explicitly erotic the first time around and it can be used to simply better understand what your mate is thinking/feeling.
Na'vi word translations
tiwan- love, wiya- damn, tewng- loincloth, knalu- fuck, Uvang- damn, skxwang- moron,imuâta- bitch
italics= spoken in na'vi
Hating Neteyam, had been easy. After all it was all you'd ever known when it came to the blue boy. Youâd always seen him as so, so irritating.
He always thought he knew better, better than his siblings, better than the other kids in the village, and better than you. That being eldest son to the Oloâeyktan made him so much smarter than those his age and unfortunately it seemed that trait would follow him to his grave as even now, after being accepted into the clan as an adult,he held himself to be so all knowing.
âWhat are you doing out here?â the voice came from behind you, his voice. âThis area of the forest is dangerous, you should have someone with you.â
âWhy, because I am incapable of taking care of myself?â It's a loaded question,but you can't help the way he is so quick to get under your skin. Whipping around to meet his citron eyes, raising a brow when you hear him scoff to himself.
âWhy must you make everything into conflict?â
âWhy must you be an imuâta who refuses to let me live in peace.â I bite back and the air between us grows tense, eyes boring into eachothers waiting for one of us to break.
âDamn it, you are so difficult for what? I am simply looking out for you, it is dangerous, we both know this.â he huffs angrily out his nose and his tail thumbs against the ground with his growing anger.
âHave you considered that perhaps I donât need anyone looking out for me? Especially not you, now leave me be and let me hunt in peace.â You roll your eyes and without waiting for a response you start to walk. Slinging your bow over your shoulder as you search for a new, quiet place to hunt.
âHow dare you turn your back to me!â You can hear his steps speeding up after you resulting in your pace speeding as well until he manages to catch you. His slender fingers wrapping around your wrist spinning you face him. âYou dare disrespect the future-â
âFuture! You said it yourself!â You cut him off hissing the words at him angrily, âYou hold no authority over me Neteyam so cease this useless display of power. Power that you do not have.â You spit. And maybe if youâd been less focused on the current shouting match you were having you wouldâve noticed the small hand wrapping around your queue.
âRegardless of whatever you may think I am owed respect!â He snarls back and before you can you feel a sudden rush through your system, something so new yet familiar and immediately your eyes leave Neteyams face to focus on finding what's caused this surge of energy and what you can only describe as feeling. You find it immediately, honing in the little blue hand wrapped around your queue, your queue that was currently connected to, toâŠ
âTuktirey!â It's Neteyams voice that cuts through the silence though you can barely hear him,you can barely hear him with the wave of shock that flows through your body clogging your ears like water.
 You can tell he's scolding her for a minute or two before she's shooed away, leaving you two alone still connected and you can feel it starting to ebb its way to the surface, the lust. Pupils blown wide as you find Neteyams eyes once more.
You can't find the words to ask why in the world Tuk would think that itâd be okay to connecther brother and yourself. All you can do is search his face and body for any sign heâs feeling what you are, and boy do you find it. Whether it be the rapid rise and fall of his chest or the tent in his tewng growing by the second.Â
Opening your mouth trying to find the words but you fail once more, or really you're cut off by the feeling of lips against yours as his hand finds its way to the base of your neck holding you close while the other pulls you in by the waist. And as his hips slot themselves so perfectly against yours you try to find some sliver of restraint, a tiny ounce of strength that will let you rip yourself away from him. You come up empty handed.
Hands finding their way to his hair pulling at the roots as you press him closer, pulling a heavenly groan from his lips.You find yourself pulling him back with you until your back meets tree, pulling back for a ragged breath.Â
âHoly mother.â You huff out in between breaths, Neteyam on the other hand has let his mouth wander from your jaw to neck, sucking dark purple marks onto the sensitive skin about your collar bone intermittently letting his fangs drag against the new purple markings, before coming back up. Neteyam kisses like he wants to consume you completely, it's a mess of teeth and spit as you both battle for dominance, itâs when he bites at your bottom lip that you give up on grasping at the reins letting him take complete control.
As your mouths clash Neteyam gets busy with his hands pulling the knot at the side of your loincloth before hoisting one of your legs up into his hip. Letting the arm that's not holding your leg slide between your bodies, finger sliding down your slick dampened lips, moving between tracing around your clit to moving downward to tease at your fluttering entrance. He does this a few times before you grow tired of his teasing. Pulling back to let your head rest on the bark of the tree.
âQuit it and do something, or are you just as incapable of pleasing a woman as you are at leaving me alo- ohh!â A surprised moan escapes your lips before you can finish the taunt.
âWiya, you talk a lot.â The smug look that covers his face would have you rolling your eyes if you werenât so focused on trying to keep them open enough to see anything at all. The annoying bastard had slipped in a finger while you were mouthing off, curling it to hit that spongy sweet spot within while letting his thumb rub lazy circles on your bud. âIf I knew all itâd take to shut you up would be to stick a finger in you I woulda done it long ago.â Heâs the one taunting now.
âShut up you skxwang- hah- For you to think I wouldâve ever let you touch me like this before. You clearly donât know everything you claim.â You bite back best you can, and while you know your words hardly have any merit while youâre literally humping the palm of his land looking for more.
âSuch a smart fucking mouth, lets see how that changes after I have you cumming around my fingers, hmm?â He leans close while growling out his retort, sliding in another finger as he speaks. And god, it should be criminal that it's him making you feel so incredibly good.
âFuck Neteyam.â You whimper out and his fingers speed up their unrelenting attack, consistently hitting that sweet spot and thumb moving so quickly against that bundle of nerves it has your knees ready to buckle. âShit, I-I need more.â You're whining against his neck now, head resting against his shoulder as he continues his assault and you can feel his chest rumble with the groan that leaves his lips.
âYou want my cock baby? You want it real bad?â You can only imagine the pride on his face , but none of that matters right now, not when you really really do. So all you can do is nod as moans and groans slip from your lips at the thought.
âNo, need to hear you say it. You had so much to say earlier ma , what happened?â Itâs the smugness in his voice that leads you to fight against what he wants from you.
âFuck you.â Itâs practically a pant as you pull your head back from the crevice of his neck and rest it against the tree that has you sandwiched between Neteyam. Peering at him from your lidded eyes.
âTsk tsk, not what I asked for.â He shakes his head and the small grin he wears is nothing but predatory. âYou want to cum by my hands, you're gonna do what I say. " The pace he's picked up at the point is unforgiving, his fingers barely even thrust the tips simply rubbing against your most sensitive spot in a way that has you seeing stars and you can feel the coil in your stomach growing dangerously taut. But it's like he can see it on your face that you're growing close, and unfortunately he stands true to his words because as soon as you feel yourself about to teeter over the edge he stops. Leaving you withering against him.
âNete-âÂ
âSay it.â There's no room for negotiation in his tone, âSay it or you donât get to cum and if you dont cum on my fingers first you sure as hell aren't getting my cock.âÂ
It's almost pathetic how quick your resolve crumbles.
âI want you, please. Neteyam I want you please.â
âSay you need it.â Now he's just being mean cause he can.
âFucking hell, need your cock so bad Neteyam, please.â Your breathing is ragged as you practically beg and he can hear the aggravation behind your voice.
âNot so hard is it, Tiyawn?â He quips as his fingers start to move again, thumb finding your clit as his index and middle continue the assault on the inside. And with you being so close prior it doesnât take nearly anytime at all before your ether again, on the edge of complete euphoria just needing one last push. Push coming in the form of the third finger that ends up slamming into you, filling you up so completely and sending you crashing into waves of ecstasy. Hands finding his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks in the blade of it as you ride your orgasm. Neteyam helps you through it, paying attention to your complete reaction while his fingered pump inside of you.Â
Sliding out once he's sure youâve enjoyed the best of it,dropping your hip to your side, giving you one more openmouthed kiss before spinning you around leaving you to brace yourself on the tree that was once digging into your back. His hand finds the small of your back pushing you to be bent, arching subconsciously, readying yourself for what's to come.
You look over your shoulder just in time to see him rip the string of his tewng in a rush to move it out the way, letting his length spring up and hit his stomach.
To say that Neteyam was well endowed would be an understatement, youd heard rumors before but holy mother they didnât do him justice. He made eye contact with you as he grabbed himself by the base getting ready to line himself up with your core.
âLike what you see?â And of course heâs cocky about this too. Neteyam raises a playful eyebrow.
âThought you'd be bigger.â It's a lie, but you can't let his ego go unchecked. Though it doesn't seem too much as he simply sucks his teeth in response, letting a toothy grin spread across his face.
âMhm, thatâs why I can see you clenching at the sight of it then?â He retorts, still smiling as he moves, letting his tip slide between your lips, catching at your entrance. A move that has both of you shuddering in anticipation.
âNeteyam!â you whine out tired of waiting, pushing your ass back with a wiggle in anticipation and to hopefully get him to act sooner.
âFuck, yeah okay i'm coming.â You can hear him mutter behind you. Properly lining himself this time before pushing in slowly, the girth of his head alone has you gasping for air. Heâs slow to work himself in, not wanting to let his desperation for release lead to you being hurt. Eventually however he does bottom out and once he does the both of you let out sighs of relief. He gives you a moment to adjust before beginning to move, pulling back to grind back into you.Â
Usually this soft caring pace would leave you purring, but this is Neteyam and the fact that he just spent his time finger fucking you so good you see stars just to treat you like glass has you grinding your teeth in want for more.
âMore.â You demand throwing a lust filled glare over your shoulder.
âUvang, you feel so tight around me.â You're not even sure Neteyam heard you, his brows are pulled together and eyes scrunched in pleasure.Â
âKnalu Neteyam, harder!â You snap, punctuating your sentence by pushing back onto his cock which seems to break his trance.Â
âEywa, why can't you let me enjoy this in peace?â His nostrils flare and eyes snap open boring into your own. Leaning forward he braces holds you by your shoulders. Sliding out till only his head is left inside of you before slamming back into you with enough strength to bruise. Switching from his heart shatteringly slow movement to thrusts that could shake Pandora itself. Thrusts that leave you gasping for air that's being knocked out of your lungs with every slam of his hips into yours.Â
âOh Eywa! Neteyam fuck, yes!â Your moans are practically prayers as they fill the air around you, Not that he's being any quieter than you are. Moaning and groaning as he leans down to press wet kisses to your spine.
âShit you feel so good Ma, fucking hell. Its like you were made to be wrapped around my cock, my perfect fucking pussy for the taking ainât that right. âM gonna ruin you baby, mold this cunt to my cock. No one else could make you feel this good right Ma, c'mon tell me i'm right.â Itâs hard to make out most of his rambles as he ruts into you like something feral, but you manage nonetheless.
âFuck, yes Neteyam no oneâs as good as you. No one could make me feel- oh my- feel half as good as you, shit!â You say back telling him whatever he wants to hear, telling him the truth. And it has him speeding up at which point you thought was impossible as he continues to ramble on and on about how good you feel around him against the skin of your back. One of his hands manage to find their way around your waist and to your clit, rubbing tight circles while his noises grow more animalistic by the minute and it has you fluttering around him causing him to twitch within you. The both of your peaks growing increasingly closer.Â
âI'm gonna cum, Net, fuck dont stop!â you warn him of your upcoming release and you can feel the way the knowledge fuels him, his grip on your shoulder tightening as he drills into you with fervor.Â
âCum for me tiwan, wanna feel you cum around me, cmon.â He urges you on and soon enough it comes. Surginging through you like electricity, punctuated by a high pitched whine as your legs tremble. Neteyam fucking you through it fighting to hold off his own upcoming orgasm in lew of making sure you can enjoy yours to the fullest and soon enough you start to come down, the way you clench becoming softer and more spaced out as you begin to take deep breaths in order to ground yourself.Â
It only takes a few more pumps before the euphoria is hitting him like a splash of cold water and heâs quick to pull out and spill his seed on the curve of your ass and back, groaning your name slowly as he works his way through it.
Eventually you both restore enough air in your lungs to disconnect yourselves and get cleaned up. Finding a small and unoccupied pond to wash his essence of yourself along with the sweat you'd worked up along the way before slipping your clothes back on and helping him repair the string of his loincloth well enough that it would not fall off on his trek through the village.Â
Still once you're both clothed you both take a few moments to be together and fully grasp the fact of what this connection means for the both of you. It's then that you finally find the words youâd lost earlier.
âWhy did tuk do it? Why did she connect us?â You ask, your eyes finding his in confusion.
âOur parents.â He starts, â Sometimes they fight and sometimes when they do they perform tsaheylu. In order to better understand what the other is feeling. She thought it would help us âget alongââ he finishes explaining and you can't help but laugh at the childlike innocence of it all.
âHow sweet in theory I suppose.â You smile up at him stifling a few laughs.
âYeah,â he chuckles, âRemind me to thank her when we get back.â At that you roll your eyes and smack him in the shoulder. âHey!â
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Same anon asking for more dad!neteyam x reader + babies - can we have them learning about their mom being pregnant again and learning about having a new sibling. Or maybe hunting lessons with grandma and grandpa. Whichever one inspires you!
how about both! well, sorta. iâm gonna post what i have written for this so far, and if you are all interested in the fishing scene, iâll post that too :) thank you for all of your support!! đ„°
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morning sickness wasnât something you were fond of. it had you up in the early hours of the morning, doubled over with a carved wooden bowl in your hands. the remnants of some bladder polyps you had neteyam fetch in the middle of the night had made their way up your throat and into the bowl. âiâm never eating another one of those again.â you thought to yourself, trying to focus on anything besides the slimy, green goop in the bowl in front of you.
neteyam was sound asleep for a couple hours, but the sound of your heaving woke him up instantly.
âmy love?â he questions, sitting up beside you as his large hand runs down the length of your spine. âwhy did you not wake me sooner?â as he rises to his feet, he grabs the bowl from you, heading outside your marui to discard its current contents.
âoh, iâm sorry, i was a little busy ridding my body of my late night snack. i donât think our little one likes bladder polyps very much.â you reply in a snarky tone, laying back down to curl up on your sleeping mat in a fetal position.
neteyam sighs, as he grabs a bowl of fresh water for you to sip on. he carefully hands it to you, settling next to you.
âno more bladder polyps, then.â he nods, gently rubbing your back again. a few moments of silence pass, before his ears perk up at the sounds of your sniffling. he sits up immediately, tugging at your shoulder to examine your face.
âwhy are you crying?â confusion is plastered all over neteyamâs face, searching for the reason youâre so upset.
âi donât want the children to see me like this. i have no appetite, and they wanted me to take them hunting today, and i-â you cry out, throwing your arms around your mate as you sob into his bare chest.
âshhh, shhhhh. it is all right, my love. do not worry. i will page for my mother and father to take them hunting. theyâll love to spend time with them today. do you want me to call for them now?â neteyam glances outside through the open flap of your marui, knowing itâs a bit early, even for village life to start.
you nod into his chest, sniffling hard as you cling to him. âyesâŠ.please. before the children wake.â
âshhh.â his large hand brushes over your hair, smoothing it gently. âiâll send for them now.â
neteyam raises his other hand to his throat comm, and with a click of a button, you can hear your father in lawâs voice through your mateâs earpiece.
âson, clearly someone must be sick, injured, or dying for you to be paging me this early in the goddamn morning. which is it?â jake snaps, though his voice has a tinge of grogginess to it. he was never a morning person as a human, and it certainly didnât change when he became naâvi.
you hated to interrupt your in laws, especially when he was your oloâeyktan, with his own duties to tend to. your ears pin back against your skull as you bow your head, ashamed.
âdad, itâs y/n. sheâs not feeling well. thisâŠ.pregnancy is taking a toll on her.â
âah, shit.â jake grumbles on the other line, and you can envision him rubbing his hand over his face, as he does when heâs stressed. âshe okay now? want me to send your mother over to help?â jakeâs voice has a tinge of worry to it as you hear your mother in lawâs voice speaking to jake, mumbling something you canât make out.
âactually, i was hoping you and mom would be able to watch the children for a bit. they wanted y/n to take them hunting today, but i think thatâs out of the question for her. at least until sheâs better.â neteyam continues to run his hand along your hair, trying his best to calm you as he speaks with his father.
âgive us fifteen and weâll be over soon.â the line clicks, and youâre left with the guilty conscience of your in-laws covering for you. again.
âthey will be here soon. do you want to try drinking more water?â neteyam asks gently, still cradling you in his arms.
you sigh, sitting up to shake your head. âitâs not right, nete. i cannot ask this of them. they have their own duties to tend to, itâs wrong of me to-â
neteyam cuts you off right then and there. â-yawne, you do know they are their own person, capable of making their own decisions. my mother and father adore you, and they are more than happy to help. our family is more important to them than their daily village tasks. you know theyâll take any excuse to see the children. they love them. now please, donât fret. theyâll be over soo-â
neteyamâs voice is drowned out by a shriek from your youngest daughter.
âGWANDPA!!!â nima squeals, running over to the front of your marui where jake and neytiri now stand.
âshhhh, shhhh babygirl! youâre gonna wake the whole village.â jake chuckles lightly, taking a knee to open his arms wide for her.
nima runs straight into them, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and kissing the tip of his nose. âwhy hewe, gwandpa?â she asks, confused as to why her grandparents were here so early in the morning.
âno way! grandpa and gramma are here!!â txonuk says happily, nudging seâayl and tsantu awake.
âweâre takinâ you guys on a little huntinâ trip today.â jake explains, as neytiri kneels down to hug seâayl, txonuk, and tsantu.
âbut, i thought momma was taking us?â txonuk says, confused as he glances over to the drape that closes off the space where you and neteyam sleep during the night.
âyour saânu [mommy] needs to rest. she is not feeling well.â neytiri gently explains to them, as neteyam slips through the drape.
âthank you for coming.â he says quietly, walking over to give his mother a hug, and his father a handshake.
âdad? is momma okay?â txonuk asks, tugging on neteyamâs loincloth.
âmama will be fine, donât you worry about her, okay? come, letâs get your bows.â neteyam suggests, as jake and neytiri walk with him to where the bows are stored.
âwhich oneâs yours, nima baby? is itâŠâŠthis one?â jake asks, holding up your bow.
nima bursts in a fit of giggles, thinking grandpaâs the funniest naâvi sheâs ever met. ânoooooooooo, gwandpa! thatâs mamaâs! you siwwy.â
jake chuckles and sets your bow back in its place. âis itttâŠ..this one?â jake holds up txonukâs bow now.
ânooooooo! that ânukâs bow!â nima giggles a bit more, shaking her head no multiple times.
âhey! thatâs my bow, grandpa!â txonuk says, pointing to nimaâs mini bow hanging up toward the end of the wall. âthis oneâs nimas!â
jake chuckles again as he hands txonuk his bow, rustling his curls before grabbing nimaâs bow. âthis oneâs yours?â
âyea, yea!â nima says happily, taking the bow and holding it to her chest tightly, hugging the object.
âcome, children. we must head out now, this is when payoang [fish] are most active.â neytiri urges, gently guiding them to the front of the marui.
âhere nima, go to daddy for a sec. iâm gonna check on your mama, okay?â jake says, handing her off to neteyam.
âdaddyyy!â nima says happily, playing with the beads on his necklace.
neteyam chuckles at this, kissing the top of her forehead gently. âgood morning, nima baby.â
inside, jake makes his way over to your closed off bedroom sheet, stopping just outside of it. âbabygirl? you decent in there?â
your eyes flutter open, glancing at the shadow cast on your bedroom sheet. âdad?âŠ.come in.â you croak softly, clearing your throat.
jake pulls the sheet back, slipping inside as he kneels beside you. he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb gently over the top of your hand. his eyebrows push together in concern as he sees the current state youâre in. âjesus, kid. you look terrible.â
you let out a soft laugh, looking down at his hands as you shake your head. âgee, thanks, dad.â
âiâm not sayinâ it to be funny, sweetheart. we need to get you some help. dâyou want me to call for moâat?â he asks, concern laced in his voice as his thumb still strokes the top of your hand gently.
your eyes water at this, unable to control your hormones. tears stream down your cheeks as you look up at your father in law, defeated. âitâs been so hard. i donât know why this pregnancy has been so difficult, but it is. i donât want to worry neteyam, butâŠ.iâm worried.â
âshhh, shhhh. thereâs no need for that. worryinâ doesnât do anyone any good.â jake starts to say, as neytiri pulls back the sheet now.
âoh, my sweet childâŠâ she says gently, kneeling on the other side of your sleeping mat. âhow are you feeling?â
you can only answer with a sob, turning into your pillow as you cry. âit hasnât been easy.â you cry out, as neytiri holds your other hand.
jake and neytiri both exchange a worried glance, before looking back down at you.
âi will call for mother. she will bring the right âumtsa [medicine] for you.â neytiri reassures you, wiping your tears away with her other hand.
âthank youâŠboth of you, trulyâŠ..i feel terrible for waking you up so early-â jake shakes his head and cuts your sentence short.
âdonât you dare apologize, babygirl. youâre sick. we need you to get better, and thatâs our top priority, okay? nothing else is more important.â
neytiri nods in agreement, squeezing your hand gently. âma âite [my daughter], please, rest. we will take care of the children, do not worry.â
jake leans in to place a gentle kiss to your forehead, as neytiri follows suit. neytiri even fluffs your pillow for you, squeezing your hand one last time before they both rise to their feet, giving you one last look.
âpromise me youâll rest up, kid? you need it.â jake asks, squeezing neytiriâs hand gently as they look over your sleeping mat.
your lower lip trembles as you nod. âi promise, dad.â
jake and neytiri head out of your marui, as jake scoops nima up in his arms. âready to go hunt, babygirl?â
âwes, wes!!â nima says excitedly, plucking the string of her bow.
neytiri squeezes neteyamâs arm gently, halting him from heading back inside. âneteyam. i called for my mother, she will bring âumtsa. make sure y/n takes it. it will help.â
âthank you, mother.â neteyam nods, before giving his children one last look. âhave fun with grandma and grandpa, my little ones.â
all four of his children wave back to him, as neteyam slips through the marui opening, lacing it shut before making his way back to you. his strong arms wrap around you, gently rubbing your arm as he holds you.
sleep comes to you eventually, after what seems like hours of dozing off. youâre grateful that jake and neytiri are able to take your children hunting, plus it gives them a chance to spend time with their grandchildren. you can only hope that theyâre behaving for them.
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â§Summary~ Neteyam sees how well you act with children and it makes him think of how good youâd be with your own children.
â§Warnings~ Lots and lots of dirty talk, talk of impregnation, unprotected sex, p in v, breeding,mating press, rough sloppy sex, dom!neteyam, sub!reader, and I think thatâs it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy love<33
â§Translations- Yawntu-beloved, maâevenge- my girl
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All it took was for neteyam to see the way you acted so motherly to your baby sister, feeding her, playing with her, holding her on your hip while you did some chores that gave him the primal urge to stuff you full of his cum and give you a child of your own.
He walked over to you quickly, braids swinging from side to side fluidly. âYawntu! I havenât seen you all day!, how-â âI need you.â He states lowly, looking at you with lust filled eyes. âTeyam Iâm kinda doing something right now-â you remark, signaling to your baby sister that was sitting comfortably in your lap playing with her toy as you were making a necklace for Neteyam.
âIâll ask kiri to come and watch her.â He says quickly, wrapping his large hand around your bicep. And as if on cue, kiri and your sister tsireya walk in.
âHey, y/nâ kiri says as she walks over to you and your sister, tsireya trailing close behind. âSister! Howâs she been? Did she say anything yet?â She questioned, picking your sister up from your lap.
You chuckle at her questions, opening your mouth to respond but neteyam is quicker than you. âSheâs good. Me and y/n need to go so can you guys watch her?â He says calmly, tugging you up quickly so youâre standing next to him.
They both shake their heads yes before turning their attention back to your sister. Giving neteyam the chance to tug you out of your families marui.
You can barely keep up with his long strides,basically jogging behind him to keep up with him.âNeteyam! Whatâs your issue?â You say angrily, his demeanor slowly started to piss you off.
He stops walking abruptly, making you collide with his strong back. âOw! Neteyam what the fuck?â You bark, eyebrows furrowed and tail swishing in an agitated manner. He ignores your question as he turns around, scooping you up from the ground effortlessly and place you over his shoulder. âYouâre slowing me down.â He states plainly. Tone husky and accent thick. Which told you how aroused he really was.
You stayed silent the rest of the walk, trying to ignore how heâd brush his fingers up against your needy pussy every once in awhile. When you finally get to your marui he slams the makeshift door shut. Throwing you on the bed gently before climbing on top of you, kissing you heatedly.
âWanna get you pregnant..â he mumbles into the kiss gravelly, roughly grinding his hard-on into your clothed cunt.
The friction from the cloth makes you bite your lip, already losing your mind in the pleasure. But you still try to pull yourself back to your reality.
âYawntu, I donât think weâre ready to-â
âPlease baby. Please. You act so well with children and so do I, we both have basically raised our siblings so who says we canât raise our own children?â He argues, leaving you opening and closing your mouth searching for a response but youâre completely dumbfounded. His logic was something you couldnât argue with.
He bucks his hips into your cunt, making you moan softly. âFuck! Fine ok! I want your babies Neteyam, please!â You whine, the words making him growl deeply.
Both of you take off your loincloths in record time, desperate to feel each other. He shoves two of his fingers into your cunt, stretching you out for him. Making you grab his wrist to pull it away.
âUh-uh. I want you now.â You say seductively, spreading your legs wider to give him room. His breathing gets heavier at the sight infront of him, making him grab your hips harshly. Lining his tip up with your throbbing cunt.
âSo desperate for me, arenât you babygirl?â He says before slamming into you, making you both moan loud and wantonly. His pace is slow and deep, hitting your sweet spot perfectly every time.âFuck maâevenge.. wanna see you all swollen and pretty so bad. Gonna look so~hah fuck~ gonna look so good with my baby inside you.â He babbles, cock twitching at the thought of you like that. Making your walls flutter around him and your moans and whines get louder.
He places your legs on your sides, holding them in place. Bending you in ways you never knew you could be. The new angle pushes him deeper inside of you, making the coil in your stomach snap immediately.
He lets out a guttural growl at the feeling of your pussy spasming around him, causing him increase his pace. Sending your fast, deep strokes. You shake and whimper as he uses you, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. âTe-yam..pl-pleasee!â You shriek, voice bouncing from his ruthless thrust.
He throws his head back, lost in the tightness of your pussy and the sound of your moans. âNah babygirl, you wanted this remember? Donât whine now because Iâm giving you exactly what you want.â He teases, cocking his head to the side causing his braids to fall in front of his face and a smug smirk to go with it all.
You whine pathetically at his words, cunt squeezing him hungrily. His thrust start getting sloppier and his moans and growls turn more guttural the more your cunt gets somehow tighter around him. Making him lean down to kiss you passionately, cadging your head between his strong arms.
He leaves a trail of kisses from your jaw to your neck, licking and sucking into your skin slowly. âWant everyone to know who you belong to, maâevenge. Want everyone to know whose name you scream every night. Who leaves you a shaking mess because of how hard he makes you cumâ he says seductively, pushing his body into yours. Desperately trying to rub his scent all over you and get deeper inside of you.
The feeling of him stretching your cunt beyond her limits and his words is what pushes you over the edge, your whole body shaking in his grasp.
âFuck pretty girl, gonna stuff you so full of my cum itâs gonna be dripping down your legs for days. Want that baby? Want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me you let me knock you up?â He rambles, the obscene squelching from your pussy filling both of your ears.
âMhm! Please! Want that sâbad, teyam!â You slur, officially drunk on his cock. He groans deeply at this, the noise going straight to your cunt. Your whines feeding his primal urge to stuff you to the brim,mark you, and scent you.
You claw your nails into his back when you feel your orgasm hit you like a wave, spraying your essence all his dick and lower abdomen. The sight and feeling is enough for him to spill his cum into your fertile womb,thrusting in you periodically to make sure youâre filled.
He leaves a row of bites on your shoulder and neck, licking and sucking each one when he was done.
âNow you really belong to me, maâevenge.â
A/N~ I NEED HIM INSDIE OF ME SO BAD HELPđ© writing this made me so incredibly horny I physically cannot rn. I hope yâall enjoyed this thođ stay safe and hydrated bbysđ©·
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forest boy
aged up! neteyam sully x fem metkayina! reader
summary: neteyam caught your eye from the second his family came to your village, awaâatlu. as the two of you grow closer you canât help but become more curious about the forest boy
warnings: fluff, angst, kissing, cussing, a bit suggestive, our man being sad (on eywa imma fuck somebody up), not so daddy jake being annoying, neteyam being silly
it was past eclipse on awaâatlu. families were cleaning up after having dinner and preparing little ones for bed. there was a cool night breeze in the air. as the night grew darker while the bioluminescence grew brighter there wasnât nothing keeping the two of you apart
from the second your eyes landed on neteyam sully, you knew you were in for it. there was something about his cold stare as he eyed your people after landing on his now what you know is called an âikranâ
it lit up something inside of you. you observed the family from a distance along side your friends tsireya, roxto and unfortunately aoânung. you remember being very curious about the darker naâvi but nonetheless welcoming
during the first weeks of the sully familyâs arrival you tried your best to get them as comfortable as possible. swimming with kiri as she oddly had a bond with your native creatures, feeding the ilus with tuk and having talks with loâak on how itâs okay to be different
you felt like you knew them forever. they were like siblings to you and you started to grow an immense love for them as the months went on. however, there was one person who you werenât as close withâŠ
the boy you admired from the second he first got here. neteyam. you werenât sure if he wasnât fond of the water or it was just you but you had a feeling he didnât wanna be on your island
so as much as it pained you since you wanted to get to know him, you decided it was best to keep a distance, until tonight.
âhow is that my fault?â you heard a voice angrily shout in the distance
âbecause youâre the older brother neteyam!â another masculine voice shouted
it didnât take you long to recognize those voices, mostly because you decided to be nosy and peep from the rock you were sitting on
it was jake and neteyam⊠arguing?
âso just because he canât listen to a single thing anyone says the blame is on me huh?â neteyam argued against his father
from the rare times you ever heard neteyam speak it was safe to say he was never this angry
âmaybe if you kept an eye on him like me and your mother have asked we wouldnât even be in this damn situation!â jake raised his voice while eyeing down his son
thatâs when neteyam finally snapped
âWELL IM NOT HIS FUCKING PARENT! I WASNâT THE ONE WHO LAID DOWN AND MADE HIM. WHY CANâT YOU LOOK AFTER HIM FOR ONCE?â
everyone was gagged to say the leastâŠ
you can just tell by the look on his father and the rest of his familyâs face that this wasnât like him
you observed all of their reactions. jake was shocked along with neytiri at her sonâs sudden outburst, his sisters looked sympathetic knowing the stuff their eldest brother goes through isnât fair and loâak looked guilty
âyouâre groundedâ was all jake had to say. he didnât even know how to react so he decided to say the first thing that popped up in his mind
but before he even went on to justify his decision neteyam walked off. he was genuinely so tired of his fatherâs shit that he walked off ass far as possible. he ignored his parents protests and didnât even care to think about future consequences
you, still watching from afar noticed him going into what your tribe considered a little forest. there was plenty of trees and plants where delicious fruit grew for your people
you had a mental debate with yourself on what to do. you were still peeping from a rock and if anyone looked hard enough they would notice and consider you one of the biggest creeps on pandora.
so you did what a normal person who knew how to mind their business wouldnât do, you followed him
you as nonchalantly as possible walked after neteyam. keeping a distance of course because the two of you were still technically strangers and from the last time you checked he was pissed the fuck off
all neteyam kept repeating in his head was âitâs not fair, itâs not fair, itâs not fucking fairâ how is it that he got the blame for his little brotherâs dumb ass decisions? âsuch a skxawngâ he thought
neteyam walked out as far as possible. he wanted to be as far as possible away from everyone. he seriously just wanted time to himself
until some fish bitch made her presence awkwardly known aka you
while you were walking, you took in your surroundings of the little forest. you had never been here before. you were metkayina, itâs simply not something you did often
the only people you knew of who went here were the hunters who gathered fruits for the clan. it was actually kind of forbidden for the average naâvi to come here which is why you never been
it wasnât needed and your place amongst your people was in the water and on the sand
which is another reason you were drawn to neteyam. he came from a completely different world miles and miles away. all those nights you were in the water, he was in the wind. all those days you were on the sand, he was walking through trees
you couldnât help but be intrigued. maybe you got too ahead of yourself though when you noticed neteyam basically speeding away and as you tried to match his steps you fell with an obnoxiously loud yelp
embarassingâŠ
you practically ate shit and you felt pain shoot through your legs. you coughed out the dirt that flew into your mouth and gasped for air as it was knocked out from your lungs when you fell
âare you alright?â a deep soothing voice rang through your ears
âeywa take me away from my miseryâ you thought as your head made its way against the ground as u attempted to hide your unwanted presence
there was a laugh that made your heart feel like it was racing a thousand tulkuns âdamn girl, thatâs how you feel huh?â
there was a pause and then a sudden thump on the ground next to you. you opened your eyes a bit to be met with those yellow ones you always found yourself getting lost in
you didnât know if he was trying to be funny or if he was being genuine. the two of you were laying face first on the ground while looking at each other
the immense eye contact you two had going on was getting too serious for you and you couldnât help but laugh. soon after, neteyam joined in on your laughing and it lasted for what felt like forever
it eventually died down and you two rolled over to look up at those sparkling dots so far away in the sky you were always curious about
it was almost as if neteyam read your mind because he spoke up âthose are called starsâ
âhow do you know that?â
âgrowing up my dad told us stories and explained how he came from one. that one right thereâ he pointed to a star that seemed to look a bit larger than the others âthatâs where sky people liveâ
you were amazed âwow, those are beautifulâ
you were too intrigued with the âstarsâ as neteyam called them that you didnât even notice him staring at you. he was admiring the side of your face
âso beautifulâ he mumbled
you just shook your head in agreement still in your own little world thinking he was still talking about the stars
you were caught out of your trance when neteyam suddenly stood up to his full height and wiped the dirt off of him. you sat up too and started picking grass out of your hair
he was much taller than you thought. even while sitting since you had never even been this close to him before. now you werenât too familiar with size kinks but eywa forbid you just gained oneâŠ
âhereâ he reaches his hand out for you to grab
âthank youâ you gladly accepted his hand and gave him a small smile
he returned the smile as he quietly watched you fix yourself up. you had dirt all over you and he couldnât help but try not to laugh as he imagined how you even got here in the first place
while you finished fixing your appearance your heart dropped to your teal ass as neteyam spoke
âso why were you following me?â
âwhat?â
âyou heard meâ
you were more than embarrassed. you felt as if eywa truly loved all of her children and wanting nothing but happiness for each and every one of you, she would snatch you up right now
âlook i can explainâ you stuttered
he nodded before licking his lips and crossing his arms while staring at you waiting for your next words
you started to play with your hair which is something you did when you got nervous âyou see, itâs really not what it looks likeâ
he hummed and waited for you to continue
âso basically what happened was, i was on the beach and then an evil witch came out of nowhere. she looked like she was attacked by seaweed because she was covered in it. a disaster right? so then she used her evil witch powers and dragged me all the way out here after you to try and lure us into her cultâ you explained
by the look on neteyamâs face you knew he was buying that shit
he chuckled âan evil witch huh?â
you giggled âyes! eywa forgive me but she wasnât the best looking either.. truly a nightmareâ
âyou know, im glad we were able to escape this evil witch. that would be such a horrible way to go outâ he dramatically sighed
âexactly, and imagine how our parents would feel! it would be a really really sad story and children wouldnât be able to sleep at nightâ you playfully wiped an imaginary tear from your eye
he couldnât help but laugh at the ridiculous story you just came up with. he knew you followed him but chose to ignore it because your sense of humor had just made him forget why he even came out here in the first place
dare he say this was meant to be..
your heartwarming laugh filled his ears as your face reddened a bit. the embarrassment was still there but him flowing along with your story made it less painful
you spoke shyly with a smile âim y/nâ
he smiled âyeah i knowâ
your eyes widened slightly. he knew you? what the flip! this couldnât be real
âyou do?â you titled your head
âmy siblings metioned you, specifically my sisters. the pretty girl whoâs always nice to themâ he shook his head laughing
you blushed hearing those words come out of his mouth when describing you
âthey forgot to mention you were a stalker thoughâ he side eyed you
âalright not too muchâ you held your hand up
the two of you laughed and eventually started to walk deeper into the little forest. you couldâve sworn from then on it was a dream
the night consisted of more laughing, deep conversations, shitting on sky people, conspiracy theories and daydreaming about the forest neteyam missed dearly
âdo you think about your home?â
âevery single dayâ
you smiled at him. the two of you found your way to this secluded beach not too far from the little forest and have been sitting here for the past few hours engaging in each otherâs presence
âi wish we wouldâve never leftâ his voice sounded like it cracked a bit
you having the comforting instinct you did slightly rubbed his back. it was safe to say that the two of you had built a bond in the last couple of hours so this was much appreciated by neteyam
âim sorry you had to leave your home neteyam. thats truly awful, hopefully one day youâre able to go back. be with your people and fulfill your destiny, you will always be welcomed here if you ever wanna come backâ you gave him a soft smile as he turned to look at you
his pupils dilated as he looked at you. he would be lying to himself if he said you werenât the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, and he swore by that
you laughed at his reaction âyou know, i couldâve sworn you hated meâ
âreally? what made you think that?â
âbecause you were never around whenever i did activities with your siblings and just simply avoided meâ
âoh, well thatâs because you made me nervousâ his cheeks became a deep purple and he looked away
you gasped âno way! i made the one and only mighty warrior nervous? im truly honoredâ
he laughed at your teasing and watched as you dramatically flipped your hair
you looked back at him with a smile as there was a comfortable silence forming between you two
âyouâre beautiful y/n, you know that right?â his voice suddenly became raspy as he looked between your eyes and lips
you felt your entire heat up at his words
âim talking to youâ his hand made its way to your knee as he turned his body
âi donât know maybe you should show me how beautiful i amâ you shrugged your shoulders
he smirked âdonât start something you canât finishâ
âwould it be starting something i canât finish or you wouldnât be able to make me finish?â you challenged
he licked his lips and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth while holding eye contact with you
âi can make you finish, trustâ his hand trailed up your thigh
you smiled and whispered âprove itâ
his heart picked up at your words before he made the rational decision of crashing his lips onto yours
your lips moved in sync perfectly. his hand slowly made its way onto your hip as you gripped onto the side of his neck for dear life. kissing neteyam was like breathing in fresh air. it was like tasting the sweetest fruit on the planet. it was like ascending to the great mother herself
it was everything you ever wanted
unfortunately thereâs this thing called breathing that requires you to live and you two had to pull away to do that
neteyam was the first to speak up and gasping for air âi could do that foreverâ
you smiled âme tooâ
the both of your hands made its way to eavh other to hold as your foreheads were pressed together
âthank youâ he breathed out
you bit your lip in confusion âfor whatâ
âbeing an escape, letting me forget about all the fucked up shit that just happenedâ you could feel his body tense up from just thinking about the events from earlier
you smiled and shook your head âyou donât have to thank me for that, iâll always be hereâ
âfuck can you get anymore perfect?â he huffed
you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and dragged your legs across his lap
he gladly held onto you and he looked up at like with so much love and lust it was starting to feel like his eyes were gonna explode from the overwhelming feeling
he smirked at the new position âyou just wanna be all over me huh?â
you playfully rolled your eyes before pushing him onto the sand and connecting your lips again âshut upâ
authore speaks đ€
imma let yall figure out what happened after.. đ
i plan on writing how i used to write on wattpad with my ây/nâ, so basically sheâs not gonna be a crybaby, she donât take bs from anyone and she can stand on her own! i donât like how some of yall be makin her a crybaby and scary, hoe stand up!
my girl will have a sense of humor and be a bad bitch!!!
i love this fandom sm. iâve been in it literally since the first movie and iâve been lurking (if u seen me liking a bunch of ur shit no u didnât đ) but i finally made my first avatar fanfic đ„č
i canât wait to right more and watch this fandom grow more and more while being apart of the journey <333
love, liana
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My son my boy
loak x mom reader + sully family
Lo'ak sully had always felt like he was the black sheep of his family, or maybe his father less favorite child as she could never do anything the way his father and mother wanted. He was always messing up and will never be like his golden brother neteyam or his wonderful sisters. There were a little few that saw him for himself and one of them is you his mom, you knew your sons struggles and the times he tries to be the perfect son for his father and mom. He had always tried to be the perfect child for the clan and everyone else but it always seem to fail. As he had never did it the way they had wanted he was not up to their standards. This patterns of being called the less perfect child and freak will follow him into his teen years.
Y/n " Jake can we talk for moment"
Jake " yes my love I always will give up time for you"
y/n " thank you I need to talk with you about something important"
Jake " what is that about"
y/n " lo'ak we most talk about him" Jake soon looked and you and sighed heavily, this had gotten you attention.
y/n " look Jake I wish you will just hear hime out for a bit and understand him, verse looking down on him and down playing his actions"
Jake " his actions always lead to trouble or failure"
y/n " Jake he is your son"
Jake " well I'm being honest y/n that boy is nothing but trouble at times and dangerous, always dragging his siblings into dangers or trouble he nearly got neteyam killed twice and his sister kidnapped and hurt"
y/n " he means well you have to see that Jake"
Jake " well we are lucky enough his actions didn't get us and our clan kicked out after he put tsireya, aonung, and rotox lives in endanger for saying that outcast"
y/n " that so called outcast saved our sons life and is his spirt brother, and dear friend as well"
Jake " well if I dear son knew well he would listen to what tonowari and all these other oloeythans told him and saved away, from payakan because of him we nearly lost neteyam and many other lives as well ... because of him we all had to flee our homes and now the reef navi have lost their creatures and some of their homes"
y/n " Jake that our son you are speaking about like that, don't you hear yourself"
Jake " you don't understand we have to stop letting him get away with everything he does he bring shame to the family"
y/n "he bring shame to you but never to me"
Jake " I have no time to fight with you on this I have to meet up with neytiri, because we have more important stuff to do verse causing problems" Jake soon walked away from you and you were standing there mad, it was good that all the other kids were away at the moment.
later that day
tuk " mama mama"
y/n "tuk baby what the matter"
tuk " there trouble on the beach come on" tuk soon dragged you towards the beach where you saw lo'ak standing alone as everyone was looking at him.
y/n " lo'ak what happened" you ran to lo'ak aid and you were now looking at him.
lo'ak " hey mama"
ronal " that boy was caught with payakan once again out on the water"
y/n " yes I knew that he told me he was going to see payakan"
ronal " you knew of this behavior and actions and encourage it"
y/n " yes payakan is friendly and harmless his actions in the past shouldn't reflect him now"
tonowari " your son was seen with payakan and some other tulkun is seems, like he was trying to get payakan accepted again"
y/n " lo'ak"
lo'ak " well mama you said some people should be given a second chance, and I was hoping that will apply for payakan he shouldn't be hated forever"
y/n " oh lo'ak"
navi women " so it the mother fault not raising her son right"
y/n " my son mean no harm just hear him out and let him explain"
tonowari " that boy has done enough damage getting my daughter kidnapped by the demons, along with my sons hunted down as well nearly killed"
y/n " they all went to save payakan lo'ak was not going to let payakan be hunted down and saved him ... in the end payakan saved all the kdis lives"
ronal " that boy cares about no one she but himself he nearly got his brother killed twice I have been told, and he could of gotten more killed as well"
y/n " he a child he mean good"
jaek " enough"
lo'ak " if you all will listen to me for chance you will see payakan is good and fought for a good reason he, didnt mean to get anyone killed or hurt all those years ago"
Jake " I said enough" Jake was soon looking at you and lo'ak and he was mad.
Jake " enough both of you bringing shame upon me and neytiri, disrespecting everyone and their wishes"
y/n " Jake "
Jake " I said enough"
lo'ak " dad please you have to understand I was trying to help be like you a god warrior and leader"
neytiri " you are far from that boy I pray to eywa I don't have the mood to rip out the eyes of my youngest son"
y/n " you will not do that neytiri"
navi male " now I see the issue the boy mother allows him to be like this, because she as well lack discipline"
navi women 2 " the boy is like his mother there no lying their"
y/n " Jake and neytiri are you going to let them speak to our son like that, lo'ak if you son as well"
neytiri " he is your son I have my children neteyam, kiri, and tuk your son keeps on causing trouble nearly got mines killed all because he selfish"
lo'ak " mom I'm sorry I ..."
neytiri " no enough Jake will speak with you" neytiri soon turned around and walked away she was upset and mad.
Jake " I'm sorry everyone for my son behavior I will speak with him, and make sure this doesn't happen again I swear it"
tonowari " we will hold you onto those words Jake sully lets hope your son can see sense soon" soon everyone else had slowly started to leave Jake didn't say anything else he walked away shaking his head.
lo'ak " mama I"m sorry now I brought you into my mess"
y/n " it okay my son I'm proud of you my warrior" lo'ak soon smiled towards you the rest of the kids wish to come near, but were ushered away by kiri and ronal.
The next day
Jake " lo'ak will be extra task given to him by myself and the other olo'eythan to make up for his actions of yesterday and past months"
y/n " Jake that unfair he already has enough on his shoulder"
lo'ak " mama it okay dad spoke to me about it yesterday and I want to do it"
y/n "lo'ak"
neteyam " I will go with you baby bro and we can ask others to help"
Jake " no it will be out on the water and he will be doing it on his own"
y/n " Jake"
lo'ak " it will be okay mama I will be fine"
Jake " come on boy you will be leaving now and come one once it done"
lo'ak " yes sir" you ahd followed Jake and lo'ak outside towards where the others leaders are waiting, they were speaking with Jake and soon looked at lo'ak.
olo'eythan " your father spoke for you on us trusting you with this task and we hope you do all, and just maybe this will make up for what happened"
lo'ak " yes sir I will not let anyone down"
tonowari " I hope not"
Jake " lets get on with it"
y/n " lo'ak"
lo'ak " I will be okay mama no need to worry I will be home, I promise you everything will be okay and I will come home and make everyone proud"
y/n " okay just know you make me proud and if you see payakan tell me I say hello"
lo'ak " yes mama" you soon hugged lo'ak tightly fearing the worst but you soon let him go. Soon the other children had come to say goodbye to lo'ak along with neytiri and ronal.
neteyam " we will be wait to see you later baby brother
lo'ak " I know everything will be fine" soon lo'ak was gone on his IIu as you saw him getting smaller and smaller as, he was getting away from home.
Jake " he will be fine nothing bad will happen this plan will go well" before you could say anything else against your husband Jake was gone. You stood there watching hoping and praying that lo'ak will be okay and come home safe.
Later that day
y/n " the sun starting to set and he not home yet"
aonung " dont worry y/n lo'ak will be home soon it take all day"
y/n " thank you aonung"
neteyam "yes mom he will be home soon there no need to worry"
Jake " you are worrying again"
y/n " yes I'm why are you not he out there all alone"
Jake " he is safe he needs to do this alone he doesn't need his mom treating him like a baby, he safe out there the rda will not find him"
y/n " jake please can we send someone"
Jake " no yet he will be fine when it dark we will send someone to go find him, that finally no more fighting me on this" Jake soon stormed off the children had kept you busy, until night fall had come. You were alone in the house and were wondering where lo'ak was at right now. You soon walked towards the water hoping to see lo'ak, no one else was around gone in the village.
y/n " lo'ak ... lo'ak ... lo'ak" you soon heard a loud splash as it got your attention, you soon walked into the water hear the sound of IIu call but sound bad.
y/n " lo'ak ... lo'ak" you soon saw payakan but what made you panic the most was that there was someone laying on payakan back, it was lo'ak.
y/n " lo'ak" you scream you son name as your swam towards him soon getting towards his body, and it was bad it seem he was in a bad fight but you soon saw the RDA hook on his IIU.
y/n " no please no lo'ak"
lo'ak" m... m ... mama"
y/n " I'm here lo'ak I'm here"
lo'ak " m.. mama"
y/n " help someone help"
???? " mom what the matter ... lo'ak" you soon looked and saw neteyam with rotxo, aonung, and spider and all four boys looked horrified to see lo'ak in this type of state.
y/n " help me take hime to norm and max now and go tell the others"
the boys" ...."
y/n " now" you soon yelled and the boys soon went into action aonung and rotxo raced off while neteyam and spider helped you. You were carrying lo'ak body with neteyam helped toward norm and max while spider ran ahead.
norm " what happened"
y/n " he was caught be the RDA and hurt that what happened now we have to safe him"
max " take him into the tent we can save him" you and neteyam soon placed lo'ak on a mat on the bed, as norm and Max race to get everything they need at the moment.
neteyam " mama"
y/n " stay outside and keep watch okay" neteyam said nothing as him and spider looked scared about everything that was happening lo'ak looked bad he was more hurt then neteyam.
lo'ak " mama... mama"
y/n " hush kiddo it okay I'm her with uncle norm and max we are going to make you feel better" you had placed your hands on lo'ak comforting him while norm and max put IV in him along with other stuff. Neteyam had yelled out in pain as everything hurt so badly, it seems like he had broken bones, cuts and bruised on his body along with some burns as well.
lo'ak " mama is hurts"
y/n " I know baby I know just a few more and then we can see what the matter"
norm " lo'ak kid you are going to feel some pain for a bit"
lo'ak " yes sir" Max had sticked lo'ak with some more thing making the boy scream again.
Lo'ak " they found me mama ... I was with payakan and some other tulkun we tried to escape ... then fight but it didn't work mama I don't know if the others are okay to much happened"
y/n " hush now you need to save all the energy you have"
lo'ak " mama I'm sorry I let everyone down I didn't do well I...."
y/n " don't speak like that I'm prpud of you my son you did well" you had kissed lo'ak forehead, but he still in pain. It hurt you to see your kids in pain but now it hurt more as there was nothing you can do.
???? " lo'ak lo'ak"
neteyam " dad over here he in there with mama" soon Jake came into the room with neytiri behind them, both of them look horrified to see Jake. They were soon followed by the other sully kids and tonowari kids as well.
kiri " lo'ak"
Jake " kids go wait outside"
neteyam " but dad"
y/n " everyone stop please we need clam right"
mo'at " what has happen is my grandson ... look"
y/n " mo'at we are going to need your help" mo'at soon entered the tent and started helping where she could. You soon saw Jake and neytiri still by the entrance looking, you soon went towards them.
Jake " wait can we do to help"
y/n " stay outside and out of the way" you soon closed the tent door on them and went back to your son, who was in need of help right now. Soon enough all four adults had gotten lo'ak stable and placed him on a new bed to sleep on for the night.
mo'at " you should stay with him tonight he will need a parent with him, and attention If anything bad happens"
y/n " thank you"
norm " it will take some time for him to deal but he has broken bones, burns on his legs and arms, with some cuts and bruises as well he had lost blood as well"
y/n " oh lo'ak"
max " he lucky to be alive but we will need to keep an close eye on him"
y/n " thank you all for helping"
max " the others are still waiting outside you can go speak with them, I will watch over the boy until you all come back" you had nodded your head saying nothing else as you soon left the tent with mo'at and norm. That when you saw everyone else waiting outside it seems like they been waiting for a while.
neteyam " mama" neteyam soon saw you and came running with his siblings and his cousins along with their friends.
y/n " hello kids"
kiri " mama how is lo'ak"
y/n " he if stable at the moment and now resting"
mo'at " thanks to the efforts of norm, max, and your mama we were able to get him stable"
tuk " can we see him mama"
spider " yes can we see him please aunt y/n"
norm " kids clam down lo'ak is resting right now and not taking any visitors"
tuk " aww"
y/n " you know lets make a deal tomorrow you all can go see him, if he wake by then"
tsireya " yes ma'am"
y/n " where is everyone else"
aonung " they are holding a meeting"
rotxo " we don't know about what we couldn't hear and we wanted to see how things were going for lo'ak"
y/n " thank you all for staying"
neteyam " can we spend the night here mama we can make a camp here"
kids " yes please for lo'ak"
mo'at " children y/n is overwhelmed with lo'ak right now and we should give them space, you all should be heading home"
the kids " yes ma'am"
y/n " go on home now I will see you'll tomorrow my loves and kids" the children had nodded their heads and soon left, but not before giving a goodbye to you and lo'ak. Your children had hugged you and it was easy to tell none of them are taking this whole situation well.
mo'at " I will let you deal with Jake and my daughter first and then I will deal with them later"
norm " I have some words for them as well... there are some blanks and bed for you y/n that you can use ... Max will be staying in human hut that a fee feet away along with me as well"
y/n " thank you all" soon norm and mo'at had left to go attend to the children and make sure they got home, you were waiting outside when you heard footsteps coming toward you.It was Jake and neytiri along with tonowari and oloeythans.
Jake " how is he can we see him is he talking"
y/n " he is stable for now and resting"
neytiri " then we will go see our son"
y/n " no is resting
Jake " then we will be quite we wish to see him and care for him"
y/n " I said he resting leave him be for now"
neytiri " one of us can stay with you for the night and be there for our son"
y/n " the children at home need you right now I will stay here with lo'ak and you deal with our kids at home"
tonowari " y/n we are greatly sorry for ...."
y/n " your kdis need you at home as well tonowari I will see you all tomorrow" you soon left saying nothing else as you soon looked at lo'ak as he was resting tears falling down your face, there were some words that lo'ak shared with you that you will deal with in the morning. You soon started humming the song that lo'ak and his siblings love, it seem to make matter better. You are praying deep down that lo'ak will get better as he resting in bed healing. There was so much that happened last night that will affect everyone later on, that might break relationships forever and cause damage that can't be healed so easily.
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Hii could I ask a request for Loâak or Neteyam with a shy Naâvi reader?
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Neteyam Sully x Fem!omaticaya! shy!reader.
Y/n was always a shy person. Growing up a war orphan, being raised alongside the sully kids, forging a bond and finding a plantonic soulmate within Loâak, a sisterhood rooted with Kiri and Tuk, a somewhat chaotic friendship with spider, She finds herself on a winding path of romance with the eldest sully brotherâŠ.
Disclaimers:
Mentions of parent death, undiagnosed social anxiety, mentions of fear, panic attacks, nightmares,
Tooth rotting fluff.
Spider and Loâak being ây/n protectorsâÂ
Neteyam wanting to strangle them for it. Kiri being a crystal girlie. Tuk being a menace.
(This is not proofread or edited and was written on a phone.)
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Trust is a fragile thing. And most protect fragile things.
Sometimes, trust struggles to cross borders where shadows of regret and heartache dwell.
Sometimes we are held back, and our fears lapse until we are nothing more than lingering whispers in oblivion.
Y/n wasnât a fragile thing.
At least, thatâs what Jake convinced himself.
Jake Sully never saw himself as a father.Â
Yet again, he never saw himself as 8 ft and blue either.
But I suppose sometimes we donât find what we are looking for. We find something far deeper.
When Jake had his children, he was able to heal some of the scars of the past, some of historyâs cruel rhyme schemes. Lapsing glimpses of the ones he had lost.
Watch a new life grow, vibrant with color from the gray-stained past.Â
When Neytiri lost Tsuâtey, one of her closest friends and allies, it was like losing a brother. Sometimes soulmates are siblings, where others saw a replacement, a place holder for the sister she had lost, she saw Tsuâtey. The closest thing to a brother she would ever know.
Tsuâteyâs mate, SĂ€yaron, the sole survivor of the couple, became pregnant a short while after Neytiri.Â
Losing the childâs father, a detrimental dent in the womanâs life.
SĂ€yaron was a fierce woman.
Chasing waterfalls and leaping over fire pits for the thrill.Â
Everything made of revenge and fire coursing through her veins. SĂ€yaron was a creature of habit. Like Neytiri, an archer. The finest of aim, the deadliest of gazes. A woman with lightning under her skin, her fingertips lingering the softest of touches in which she only reserved for her child.
SĂ€yaron became ill, shortly after Y/N turned 3.Â
Recovery was impossible. SĂ€yaronâs daughter was placed in the hands of her people to raise. The omaticaya was entrusted to guide her.
Neytiri and Jake made a promise to themselves that they would honor Tsuâtey, and SĂ€yaronâs legacy and many following, looking after this child as one of their own.
Th3 bravest of warriors deserve honorable epilogues.
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But have no fear.Â
Where an epilogue begins, a second story surely follows.
Y/n was born a few months after Neteyam.Â
Raised alongside the Sully children, Y/n was a rather quiet little one.
Y/n often dwelled herself with Normâs bunch. The war orphaned children he âadoptedâ soon after the battle of the hallelujah mountains, Spider included.
Although, Y/n wasnât one for crowds.
Her shyness built herself a barrier from others, and sometimes a rather strong one at that.
She fared well with Loâak, Kiri, even Spider. But outside of the small circle of sullyâs, her attamepts at socializing seemed to lapse over dead ends, to no avail.Â
But she wasnât fragile.
No. Fragile wasnât the right word.
Soft?
No. Soft is for objects.Â
 Poor thing would even flinch when Jake would drop something, or when little Tuk would start wailing during her infantry years.
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âShhhhâŠmaâprrnenâŠâ
Neytiri cooed, scooping up Tuk from her tiny woven made carrier.
Y/n peaked out from behind the small bow holder, sat perched was a couple hunting spears and the bow that was formerly eytukans.Â
Neytiri smiles at the child.
âY/n, would you like to hold her?â
Neytiri reached her free arm out, motioning the little one over.
Neytiri hadnât adopted y/n, not to the same degree of officialness as Kiri.
But the little one was still one of her children. Under her care, her love, her guidance.
Y/n froze up. Her tail twitched, her ears pin back, she shook her head and scurried away. Slinking back into the corner hooded by the shadows.
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Jake looked after Y/n like a daughter.Â
Holding her small hand within his whenever the family traveled, keeping her close, his eyes lingering on her for just a beat longer whenever Loâak dragged her off to play some stupid game.
Children arenât perfect.Â
Of course, if thereâs one thing Jake has learned from becoming one of the people, itâs that naâvi are significantly better people than humans. Smarter, thatâs for one. Their fingertips stained with the brown dirt of the great motherâs skin instead of the oil that rusted off of the RDA machines.
Naâvi may not be human, but they are still people.
Imperfect, flawed creatures at times.Â
When he first met Neytiri, he had no knowledge of this. Blinded by the beautiful, towering azure-skinned goddess she appeared as, who fancied herself Cupid, striking an arrow through his heart in all the wrong places.
As he learned, as he grew, he realized that Naâvi werenât aliens at all.
Children still bickered over toys and petty games, teenagers still gossiped over who wore the feathered top better, or who hunted the most game, who was to be mated first, and last.
Jakeâs children were typical examples of this.
âWhy should I let you have it?!â
âI had it first!â
âDid not!â
âDid too!â
âLoâak you liar!â
Jake sighed, rubbing his fingers against his temples, hitting the pressure points Moâat taught him about, attempting to soothe the headache that brewed.
Ah, the joy of children.
He glanced over at Loâak and Kiri, the trouble twins, as Jake called them.Â
Loâak, the spawn of recklessness in every form.
Boyish as the word comes, you find sensitivity, if you turn him over, backwards and then upside down again, and graze your fingertips over the right edges.
Or in his case, one fingertips too many.
And Kiri, a mysterious creation. Whoâs heart beats with the rhythm of eywaâs pulse. Whoâs eyes longed for otherness.
Things that grew beyond the edge of her grasp. Beautifully out of place.
He peered down at Y/n, who had perched herself next to him. A feather top covered her chest, similar to the one Kiri wore., handmade by Neytiri.
Her hair, a dark void of charcoaled honey brown, small beads adorned the shoulder length braids.Â
Jake sighed, running a hand along her back.
âWhat are we gonna do with them, babygirl, hm?â
Y/ns ears perked up, looking up from the small flower stems she was braiding.
Y/n was a shadow.
Slipping into backgrounds, the darkness in small corners and shades of trees becoming a sanctuary of silence.
A shell of what Jake was accustomed to. Jake didnât like silence. Silence was daunting. Itâs something that demands attention.
Y/n wasnât silent. She was quiet. Thereâs a difference. A paradox of hidden things could only be heard when gently whispered, not pried open.
She fiddles with the woven strands on his armband, he allows her, his voice quiet to not overbear her.Â
She treats the flowers like living things.
Gentle, small things with lungs and a heart, just like her. When Loâak was 4, y/n 5, he grew a habit of carelessly stomping through the tswakesyul flower bed whenever he and spider raced up the creek, the small noises of nervousness that fell from Y/nâs lips, little hands itching to wilt them up to their right side again.
Where others looked over a tiny, withered voice and shaky hands, stuttering speech and unbraided hair that was known as Y/n, Jake and Neytiri saw a child who cared. Longed for something to protect without the consistency of burdening noise to shake her.
A child who watered the flowers, planted extra seeds, picked more fruit than she could carry because she cared too much.
Jake watches as Y/n carefully braids the flowers. Her fingers weaving between the stems, gently cradling stories.
Stories?
Yes, Stories.
Plants harbor memory.Â
Memories that we cannot see.
Well, Jake canât at least.
Where he saw a leaf, Y/n saw a piece of the great mother that had grown through the seasons, refusing surrender during Great storms, but instead be blown with the wind to find itself placed here, on the ground. Stories of stars and wild skies, such fragile things like flowers spoke to her.
âI HATE YOU!â
âI hate you times Infinity, Loâak!
Penis face-!â
âHey! Thatâs enough. Donât make me come over there.â
Jake glared at his two children.
Kiri huffed, her chin tilted up in disapproval of Jakeâs intervention.
She was Graceâs child, through and through. Donât believe me? Graceâs sass still haunts us all.
âShe started it!â
Loâak protested, snatching the toy away from Kiri who snickered as she whacked him with her tail.
âOw! Dad-!â
âEnough. Kiri, go over there, Loâak, you over there.â
Jake stood up, withdrawing himself from his peaceful spot in the shade with Y/n.
Grabbing Kiri by one arm, Loâak by the other.
âNo fair. Dad, we wanna play!â
Kiri whines.
âThen play away from one another, please?â
 Loâak huffed, like the petty 7 year old he was,Â
âFine. Iâm gonna go play withâŠâ
His hands dangled at his sides, eyes flickering for his next victim-
I mean playmate.
âY/n!â
Before Jake can protest, Loâak jogs his way over to Y/n. Roughly grabbing her by her arm and dragging her away towards the shallow creek, Jake sometimes took Neteyam to practice fishing.
A small squeak of surprise leaves Y/nâs lips.
âloâak! Gentle for Eywaâ s sake.â
Jake scolded.
Loâak waved his dad off, ridding his remark from the Pandora air.
âWeâll be back soon! I promise! Weâre gonna go play in the river!â
âBe home by sundown. And be careful!â
Jake sighed, taking Kiri home to go play with baby Tuk and Neteyam.
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Spider roared playfully as he chased Y/n and Loâak.
Loâak, Spider, and Y/n forged themselves into a nest of chaos.
It stunned Jake, to see two naâvi children treat a human like one of their own, helping him re-twist his locs and paint his skin the colors of their culture in hopes itâll stain itself a new life in its wake.
It scared Jake, in a way.Â
To see bonds forged out of something so undeniably dangerous.
The kind of paradox of love that was stitched together out of mismatched pieces.
They fit if you place them in the right position.
The deepest rivers, the vastest of oceans, kindred with the sun, the moon, the stars.
You canât have 1 without the other 2 tagging behind.
Trust. Thatâs what the 3 had.
Neytiri and Jake watched from afar, their looming shadows remaining unveiling over their children.
Neytiri saw spider as nothing but a burden.
The type of animal with no hope of survival, but refuses surrender. It clings to life even in the excess of misery.
Neytiriâs anger was a shallow thing.
Yet, it roots itself deeper than Jake could reach. A daughter of the forest, whom dances where other struggle to stand on uneven ground.
When it came to Spider, it awakened A destructive havoc we call distrust, introduced officially as our antagonist.
A costume. An actor. Entertainment in its most pathetic form. A pale child painting their self blue.
Wishing for the type of dream that lets him sleep in longer.
Thatâs what Neytiri saw.
When jake looked at Spider, he saw an unfinished canvas.
Thatâs why Spider paints himself.
âHe belongs with his own kind.â
Jake looks towards his wife, his eyes glancing a pattern between the trio and his mate.
âHeâs just playing.â
Jake adds, the mumble lingered in the pandora air.
Neytiri clicked her tongue, wincing a bit as she watched the boy roughly pull on Y/nâs tail.
Something she would have considered harmless roughhousing, if Spider was a naâvi child.
Neteyam peeked from behind his mothers leg, his tail flicking curiously as he watched his brother, Y/n and spider run around.
âI am the hungry thanator! Coming to eat you all!â
Spider hissed, running to catch up with Loâak and Y/n.
âNot with those legs youâre not!!â
Loâak jumped into a higher branch, one which spider couldnât reach.
âLoâak! No fair! I canât reach!â
Spider complained, attempting jumping for a few failed attempts at catching the mischievous naâvi boy.
âNo way! Iâm not trying to get eaten!â
âIâm still on the ground!âÂ
Y/n waves her arms around, signaling to spider to come get his free meal.
Y/n wasnât like Loâak. When she played with spider, sparing him the difficulty of things his body wasnât made for.Â
Spiderâs eyes lit up and he roared once again, charging at Y/n, feet assaulting the ground beneath him with splashes in the shin-deep water.
Y/n squealed and found herself tackled by the human boy.
âCaught you! Now I will feast!â
Spider laughed.
âIâll protect you Y/n!â
Loâak tackled spider, Neteyam watched as chaos ensued between the three.
âNeteyam, you wanna go join them, bud?â
Jake nudged his eldest lightly.
But teyam shook his head, his feet rooting him close to Neytiri.
Neteyam was jealous.Â
No. He wasnât gonna admit it.
To see y/n with spider and Loâak, yelling wildly, as if the two reckless boys barricaded her in a circle of safety in which she could shed her skin and become her true self.
Why couldnât she have that with neteyam?
Neteyam thought of himself as a nice person.
Neteyam had a fascination with Y/n.
Often found himself trying to climb over the barrier she had built around herself.
Jake called it a âpuppy crushâ.
Whatâs a puppy?Â
Neteyam didnât know. Nor did he care, really.
At age 8, Neteyam was the kindest soul youâll ever meet.
Kind, gentle, beloved by all of his friends in the village.
And trust me; teyam had lots.
Quite the popular kid.
There was a time where Neteyam was following his father, bow in hand, his steps unfaltering in speed, skipping over rocks as he trailed behind Jake, whom walked with his head high, ready to take his eldest fishing.
âAlright, bud. Gotta make this one quick. I promised your mom Iâd get you home before sundown.â
âOkay dadâŠâ
Neteyamâs words trailed off as he found his steps lacking perfect pace behind the taller naâvi.
A bit beside him, a naâvi girl came into view, quietly poking and picking at the flowers with a steadied gaze.
Stomped on, withered tswakesyul under the fingertips, it only took him a second to realize it was Y/n.
Neteyamâs feet moved before his mind could.
âY/n?â
She squeaked at the sound of his voice; her eyes widening a bit; and she stared like a deer in headlights.
âHi teyam.â
Her voice is quiet, a fragile thing.
âWhatcha doing? Is that a flower? Itâs pretty. Tswakesyul are mamaâs favorites-â
Neteyam pauses mid sentence as he sees Y/n struggle to answer his overwhelming questions.
Her mouth opens and closes, but no words form a grand execution.
Choppy breaths, stuttered scentences.
Neteyam sits patiently, awaiting her voice to flood his ears.
Neteyam was a kind child. Patient like his mother, growing into a noble warrior with dreams of ikran wings and victorious wind races, running through lightning and chasing rainclouds.
To execute these wild fantasies?
He couldnât.Â
It was like a wall he couldnât climb.
Even at 8 years of age.
To give in, to fall off the edge, it was like a rope constantly pulled him back to safety. To familiarity and warm scents, to comfort and warm touches from dying fire pits, in a way he envied Loâak, who ran through wildfires like itâs his life mission.
No cozy fires for him.
Neteyam never saw y/n as a fragile thing.
Not a thing to be studied or observed.
And yet, the girl whom showed a rare generosity towards something as fragile as a flowerâŠ.
It enraptured his heart.
Neteyam, once 8, is now 19.
Muscles rippling, stance widening, strength conquering.
He was everything.
He was a hunter, stealthy, silent, graceful, like his mother.
He was a warrior, proud, confident, intelligent like his father.
Expectations were heavy things. Tying him down like weights to a shoulder.
Growing as the future chief, the son of Toruk Makto. Neteyam found himself stuck under an un-surrendering shadow.
Neteyam was sunlight. A tyrant of honor, violent with color, sun-streaked glowing flaxen running through his veins. Reminisce in his laugh, itâs bright enough to challenge the sun and the sky.Â
 Haunted by the atonement of loneliness, with the unburdened carefree childhood withering away with each year.
The vexatious luminescent deity we claim to be sunlight, provides no sanctuary to a shadow.
He was the dawn that climbed the mountains slowly at first light, he was the sunsets that bleed through the sky, a lingering shield that protected the lands from the thousand eyes that would soon litter the dark sky, withering into a thin strip of horizon.
Neteyam never stood where he couldnât see.Â
The sun that became mere background noise, a shadow of a looming ruler who no longer throned once night fell.
Watching the moon glow, constantly providing, but never falling off the edge.
With the vengeful thief we call time, Y/n grew into an 18 year old.
Y/n Is a shadow. Dwelling under dim fires, glowing under the moonlight. Sometimes Neteyam thought the universe could fall apart in her hands, and sheâd whisper to it like one of her flowers.
A kaleidoscope of perfect curves and colors, sunlit eyes and gentle hands.
Y/n yearned for darkness.
The quiet of the night, the whispers of stardust, the heartbeat of the moon.
where she can touch the consolation within isolation. It is not loneliness she desires, but fixations on the introspection of her affection.
Where she can unravel stories in the leaves, the trees, the earth, the petals of a tsawkesyul.
Neteyam fantasies sporadically.
Dreaming is a dangerous thing.
Is it wrong?
That he yearned for her like she yearned for her flowers?
Had dreams of kissing her neck, dragging his nose along her pulsepoint
feeling the curve of her hips beneath his palms?
Feeling her breath, her heartbeat.
To thread his fingers through her braids. To love her. To kiss her from teh perfectly curved cupids bow and down, worshiping her every breath.
Oh Eywa. Let him pretend.
Let him pretend like the day he stood behind his motherâs leg, watching Y/n and his brother. Pretending it was him, pretending he was with her then.
Pretending he was with her now.
Pretending he was hers. Hers to ruin, hers to kiss, to gently drag her fingertips over.
He longs for her laughter. To chase one another while the sun burns out, the sky submerging into a sunset violent and rebellious with color. The last salvageable stretches of sunlight flirting with her eyes, she serenades him with the aubade of her laughter. Proclamations, promises, and monuments fade behind him.
Those unscathed hands cradling her stories. Her flowers. Her sun
He wants to be her sun.
Trust me.
Trust me please.
Look at me.
Canât you see me?
Neteyam wants to scream it.
Trust me to treat you like one of your flowers.
Neteyam was sunlight.
Y/n was a shadow.
Can we be an eclipse?
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First request finished! this will become a mini series. Iâm thinking 3 or 2 parts? The next parts will be WAY less fancy and extra I promise. This was just kinda a build up to Neteyam and Y/nâs blossoming romance. im actually so excited for this work and I had so much fun writing it. writing it was kinda a blur, yk? like I just sat down and thought âshy reader? Okay-â And then I started typing and I couldnât stop đ
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I see you || Neteyam X Reader
Summary: You want to become friends with a certain Na'vi. Who would have known that your friendship would change completely?
Genre: Fluff, very slight angst
When the Sully Family arrived, you didn't think much of it, or so you told your siblings. You wouldn't lie to yourself and say that seeing Jake Sully, the Toruk Makto, hadn't fascinated you. After all, having grown up with stories about how he united the clans and defeated the Sky People, Jake Sully had become a sort of role model, someone whose strength you coveted.
After a back and forth between Neytiri and Ronal during which Tonowari and Jake wore heavy expressions, the final decision was made. The Sullys would stay and your siblings would help then navigate this new way of life. You were not requested to help seeing as you had a variety of other duties to handle. Being the oldest came with its cons and an overbearing responsibility. However, you could still visit them and make friends once you had the chance. But not now, not when you had a thousand things to take care of.
You walked swiftly past the Sullys towards the ocean and by doing so, caught the attention of a certain Na'vi and his sister.
"Hey, aren't you meant to help us?" Voiced Kiri, eyeing you suspiciously. Neteyam gave her a slight nudge, warning her to stop being rude.
"Sorry, I'm really busy so can't show you around. But my sister and brothers are sure to make you feel welcomed. If you need any help or my siblings give you any trouble, shout for me." You shot them your warmest smile and a slight nod before turning back towards the ocean. Tsireya urged them to follow her but Neteyam continued to watch your figure as you entered the water and called for your ilu, an unreadable expression etched onto his face.
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As the days went by, you had made certain to check up on the Sullys whenever you got the chance, bringing an occasional gift when you could. Jake seemed to have warmed up to you somewhat but Neytiri, well, it was a work in progress.
From what Tsireya had told you, the children were learning quickly. Their riding ability had improved greatly aswell as how long they could remain underwater. Whenever she gave you the daily news, you noticed how she spoke more of Lo'ak and how a small smile would linger on her lips as she explained how great his breathing had gotten and just how amazing he was. You would have teased her about it but worried that she might stop sharing her day's events so left it for another time.
Besides, who were you to tease her when you yourself had gained an interest in someone? It wasn't anything compared to whatever was going on between her and Lo'ak but you found that you unconsciously watched him during his lessons and that you would wait for Tsireya to speak of him, particularly finding interest in his improvement more so than others. What you found most interesting was how he would catch your gaze and how he seemed to always been near when you worked near the beach or in the ocean. Maybe it was time to go make a friend.
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The next day, you were swimming around in the ocean, wanting a moments rest from your father's demands and your mother's heavy gaze. You closed your eyes and just enjoyed the peace that the water provided, until a series of shouts and jeers interrupted your brief period of tranquility.
Quickly, you swam to the surface, searching for the source of those annoying squeals and wanting revenge for your ruined peace. You spotted Kiri and Lo'ak being harassed by your brother and his friends and instantly made your way to them. Before you made it onto land to intercept the argument, Neteyam strode to Aonung's side, pushing him back.
"You heard what she said. Leave them alone." He spoke, a protective aura surrounding him.
"Ah, big brother come-" Aonung signalled his friend to stop, raising his hands up in surrender. You didn't expect that, after all your brother was always itching for a fight. Neteyam had that sort of effect on people, made people want to respect him.
You had thought that would be the end of it and were ready to swim away, opting to forget about seeking revenge on you brother. He was being mature so you'd leave him be as a reward.
However, your moment of pride was short-lived when Lo'ak started a fist fight. This time, Neteyam joined in. You let them fight for a bit, finding it amusing how boisterous they were being and just how stupid it was.
Wiping your grin off your face, you swam to the shore and glared down at their bruised faces. Your disappointed expression was enough to have them stop their kerfuffle.
"Skxawng. Get up." You spat, grabbing an ear and a tail. You exchanged glances with Neteyam who had a bruised lip. He shot you a wary smile to which you smirked. It was time to make a friend.
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After the parents came to learn about the incident and you gave Aonung and Rotxo an earful, you grabbed some medicine and searched for Neteyam. This would be the perfect chance to get to learn more about the strange Na'vi.
The next few days, you spent whatever free time you had with Neteyam. Initially, he seemed surprised and there was a slight awkwardness in the air. But as time went on, your relationship improved and you felt you could honestly call him a friend.
Through short conversations as you made you way to your respective duties and longer ones when the sun was dying and Na'vi resting, you had learned that you two were much more alike than expected. Neteyam, also being the oldest, constantly had the burden of being the golden child and living up to his father's glory to which you could sympathise. When one felt like a disappointment, a failure, the other would be there to offer comfort and advice.
Soon, your friendship seemed to shift. Touches lingered for longer than necessary and were more intimate. A cheesy grin and a warm, bubbly feeling in your stomach lasted long after your meetings. It was a wondeful feeling and yet it worried you. Were you sick or had you not eaten enough?
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One night, you and Tsireya sat in your Marui, a sweet silence in the air and the sound of water swaying beneath you. The feelings that Neteyam left you with were becoming almost to much to bear and so, against your better judgment, you shared your worries with your sister.
"I don't know what is wrong. There is this feeling in my stomach. It's not a good feeling nor a bad feeling. Am I sick, Tsireya?" You inquired. Tsireya turned to you and giggled. A heartfelt giggle as she rolled slightly on the floor.
"My dear sister, I thought you were smarter than this. It is love, of course. Not a sickness." She squeaked, struggling to speak through gasps for air and fits of laughter.
Hearing the word"love"Â left your mind reeling, a sense of confusion yet relief battling in your head. Love. It made sense. Yes, you were in love. Now, another question arose. Did Neteyam like you?
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For the hours between your conversations, Neteyam was all you could think about it. It got to a point where your quality of work was slipping and your parents had noticed. Rotxo jogged up to you, saying that Tonowari was calling for you and to be careful since he seemed upset. So, you ran to the Marui of the Olo'eyktan.
Between the time of your entrance to the time of your exit, all you heard was disappointment and anger and sheer dissatisfaction from your father. Being the oldest came with its cons.
By the time you left and were walking towards the ocean in need of some solitude, the day had transformed to night. You watched the stars through tears and couldn't help but let out a quiet sob. You let your tears fall, not bothered about your image at this time.
A hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality and quickly, you put distance between yourself and the intruder whilst grabbing the knife at your hip. Seeing Neteyam there, hands up and a worried expression on his face, your calmed down and put the knife away.
He walked towards you, arms outstretched. You walked into his arms, letting yourself cry into his chest as he caressed your head. The both of you stood their, enjoying the peace of night and presence of the other.
Separating, you sat side by side as you told him what had occurred. Just like always, he spoke the perfect words, said in the perfect way and like usual, your heart swelled. It fell into rapid strides as your breath caught in your throat. Why was he always so perfect?
Neteyam looked down at you, eyes glimmering with the night and his bioluminescent freckles dancing on his skin. He looked at you with that smirk, the one that made your heart falter and your eyes widen and you just couldn't breathe. He had successful stolen all of you, from your unconditional love to undivided attention. You were his, even he wasn't yours. But you would take him, have him kneel before you with his heart in his hands, ready for you to take.
You were perceptive enough. You had seen his flushed cheeks at your compliments and caught his stare more often than deemed normal. Even if those weren't indications of his feelings, what would be the point of going through the torture of hiding your feelings? Why willingly force yourself to pretend there was nothing between you two, when there just might be everything?
You turned so you were face to face with Neteyam, a fierce determination burning in your eyes. Grabbing his hands and taking a deep breathe in, you spoke. You spoke words that would change the trajectory of your relationship entirely.
"By Eywa, I have met you and fallen for you. I want your heart to dance with mine. Neteyam, I see you." Saying those words gave you some relief but that was quickly smothered by fear when you heard no reply.
Forcing yourself to look up, you stared into Neteyam's gorgeous yellow eyes flecked with shades of green, an unreadable expression on his face. You cowered under his intense gaze. What was he thinking?
His hands suddenly left yours as they cupped your cheeks, a lovesick grin appearing. He ducked his head and lay his forehead against yours.
"I thank Eywa for the gift she has given me in the form of you. I see you."
"Can I kiss you, again?"
You broke out into a wide smile, a wave of happiness and excitement flooding you.
"You scared me for a second there. I thought you were going to reject me." You whispered, hands falling to his chest as your tried, failed to bite back a smile.
"Sorry, I was making sure it wasn't a joke. I guess I should make it up to you, for the scare?"
He grazed his finger against your lip, eyes meeting yours in question. You were more than happy to oblige.
With a fervent nod, your lips interlocked in a sweet, slow kiss. It was soft and gentle yet burning with a passion that took hold of your entire being. One of his hands reached behind your head and another at your thigh, massaging the flesh there. It was pure and complete bliss - perfect.
Separating from the kiss, you stared into his eyes, witnessing your future in them and wanting nothing more.
"As many times as you want."
How perfect.
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Heyy, I hope you enjoyed. I love Neteyam so much aaah. Any and all criticism is welcome :))
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And I cried when you first said, "Oel ngati kameie" - Neteyam x Metkayina ! reader (forbidden love)
summary: despite her father's wariness of the sully's and their 'demon-blood,' y/n can't help but feel drawn to neteyam. as the two of them bond over their similar experiences of parental pressure, he finds himself falling in love with her
contains: love triangle, friends to lovers, forbidden romance/love, daddy issues (idk where that came from), fluff
wc: 5.7k
a/n: damn, i was hoping to post this like six hours ago but i did not expect for a oneshot to take a whole day to edit. please don't question me about neteyam and y/n's father, i don't want to develop that plot further bc this is a oneshot, so just assume it's a happy ending
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Ever since the Sully family moved to Awaâatlu, whether for better, or for the worst, they became the center of attention. Despite the initial wariness of their nature, villagers eventually seemed to warm up to them, making their stay more comfortable. But unlike the others, you remained hesitant to approach them, your father's warnings of their 'demon-blood' weighing heavily on your mind. It was only in these rare moments, when you couldn't help but notice their oldest son, Neteyam.
âWhere were you? I needed you there exactly for situations like this,â Jake raised his voice at Neteyam, âYouâre supposed to look after your siblings!â
You watched from a distance, observing the way Neteyam hunched in shame and nodded his head in acceptance of the fault, the way heâd blink rapidly to avoid the tears welling up in his eyes, every time his fatherâs voice would get louder. It was a familiar sight to you, one that brought back memories of your own father raising his voice at you for disappointing him.
âIâm sorry, sir,â Neteyam expressed with sincere guilt in his voice, âI promise Iâll do better next time.â
âI know,â Jake sighed, âDismissed.â
Jake's pained expression mirrored the face of your own father after his angry outbursts. Ever since your mother's passing, the responsibility of caring for your younger brother Tewtxey had fallen on your shoulders. Your father was tough on you, stricter than the other parents. He believed that protection meant safety, rarely showing you any tenderness. But he had no idea how much his tough love only made you rougher around the edges and deepened the resentment you felt towards him. You despised him in the depths of your heart, unable to make up for his harsh ways with the love you craved from him.
The sight of Neteyam rushing off into the trees tugged at your heartstrings. You guessed that he was in a hurry to find a private corner where he could finally break down. But as much as you wanted to trail after him and tell him that you understood, that it was no big deal to mess up sometimes, you couldnât. You werenât close like that, in fact, your interactions had been limited to mere greetings exchanged in passing. Yet, you had witnessed the way his father scolded him for his siblingsâ troublemaking on many occasions now, and it felt like you knew him. You were already struggling to take care of one sibling, you couldnât imagine how hard it was on him to keep an eye on three.
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âAnd what were you thinking leaving Tewtxey alone?â your father was pacing around your marui, tail swishing aggressively from side to side.
You winced when he halted directly in front of you, waiting expectantly for an answer. It was easy for you to tune him out whenever he went on long angry rants, counting down minutes for him to cool down, but whenever he wanted you to answer him, that was when you felt your blood boil. Admitting to your mistakes verbally, without sounding defensive, was a challenge.
âHe wasnât alone,â you muttered under your breath.
âWhat?â
âI said, he wasnât alone. He was with Tuktirey, and her father was watching them,â you raised your head slightly to look at his face.
âI told you I do not trust that demon,â your father spat through gritted teeth, âHow could you leave your little brother with him?â
âDad, he is the Toruk Makto. Hasnât he proved himself to be one of us?â you felt irritated with your fatherâs stubbornness.
You knew that it was a sensitive subject for him. Having lost his mate to a stupid, pointless interaction with sky people, he was forever in deep hatred towards them. He was conflicted when he first found out about Toruk Maktoâs past. It was difficult to respect someone who was a dreamwalker, whose children were only 'half-Naâvi.'
âYou dare to challenge me?â he raised his voice at you, sending a shiver down your spine, âAll I ask of you is to protect your brother! Is it so hard to listen to me? Is it so hard to understand why your mother is no longer here?â
He hit a nerve with the last question. Of course, ever since her passing, you missed your mother terribly. She was the balance in your family, the gentle touch you craved. But instead of bonding over the loss, your relationship with your father grew more distant. Suddenly, you were too reckless for him, too distracted. He was scared of how much you resembled your mother, of the possibility of the same fate befalling you.
âIâm sorry,â you hung your head in defeat.
Your father began pacing around the room again, his mind searching for another reason to scold you for. It seemed like it wasnât enough to make you understand how disappointed he was. He stopped, when his eyes landed on the spear resting against the wall. You drew in a sharp breath, realizing that you had forgotten to sharpen the weapon for his upcoming hunt.
âWhat is this?â he gripped the spear tightly, pointing it accusingly at you, âAre you abandoning your chores now?â
âI forgot about it,â you mumbled.
âI cannot understand what could be keeping you so occupied all day that you neglect your duties. What kind of behavior is this, Y/N?â
Taking the spear from his hand, you stepped back, feeling the sting of tears behind your eyes. It wasn't his disappointment that frustrated you; it was his inability to see things from your perspective. He didnât understand how hard it was on you to grow up without a mother, to always be strong in front of him.
âIâll do it now,â you promised, taking another step back, âMay I go now?â
âGo!â your father shouted.
You fled the marui, gasping for breath to calm yourself down. It felt like all the emotions you had been suppressing came crashing down on you at once. But before you could even begin to process them, the sight in front of you captured your attention.
Your brother was standing with his back turned to you, Neteyam crouched down in front of him not too far. They were playing some sort of game with their hands, when the pair of golden eyes followed your walk up to them. Your brother seemed to pay you no mind, but Neteyam lifted his gaze to greet you with his thick accent.
You only nodded, pursing your lips together and deciding to send away your brother after heâs finished with the game. As you watched them play, it wasnât hard to notice how distracted Neteyam was by your presence. Heâd constantly glance at you to read your expressions, and you guessed he heard the argument that was unraveling minutes ago. Taking advantage of his opponentâs distraction, your brother exclaimed in victory.
âGood job,â Neteyam smiled, patting your brotherâs head.
âY/N, did you see?â Tewtxey looked up to you with a bright smile. You were forced to return it, placing an arm around his shoulder.Â
âI did. Now go home and eat, alright?â
Your gentle approach has always worked wonders with your little brother, unlike your father's strictness. He usually obeyed you without hesitation. Tewtxey smiled at Neteyam one last time before leaving the two of you alone. Neteyam stood up, looming over you with his frame.
âHe was bouncing around here and looked scared to go in,â he began to explain, âI just wanted to distract him before things cooled down.â
You nodded in agreement. You were always worried that Tewtxey would get caught in the crossfire of your arguments with your father. He was too young to be involved.
âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome,â Neteyamâs gaze softened, eyes roaming over your features again.
Given the distance from your marui, Neteyam had likely heard everything. He seemed to be curious about how much you were hiding, how the pained expression on your face a few minutes ago was now replaced by a neutral one. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, the weight of the spear in your hand suddenly seeming heavier.
âWell, I have to go,â you cleared your throat, stepping back.
âAre you alright?â he asked, concerned.Â
You nodded, turning to leave. Neteyam trailed after you as you walked towards the far end of the beach. When you sat down to sharpen the spear, he joined you and plopped down quietly beside you.
âAre you sure youâre alright? That sounded harsh,â he broke the silence.
You blinked rapidly, not daring to meet his golden eyes. Instead, you tried focusing at the task on hand, your motions quick and rough, attempting to make the tip of the spear as pointed as you could. The wood occasionally nicked your fingers, causing stinging pain, but you paid no attention to it. Neteyam watched you silently for a moment, before he reached out and took the spear from your hands, setting it aside. You exhaled, finally meeting his eyes.
âI'm alright. My father just doesnât know how to handle this by himself."
âHandle what by himself?â
âMe, I guessâŠraising me. Without mom by his side.â
You were a mystery to Neteyam from the first day of his arrival, always keeping a distance with him, as your fatherâs harsh gaze grazed his family whenever they crossed paths in public. Neteyam didnât really understand the reason for the dislike but the argument he overheard earlier helped him piece together some of the puzzle.
âIâm sorry about your mom,â he said quietly, âAoânung mentioned it once to us. It must have been hard without her.â
âThanks,â you mumbled, turning your gaze towards the horizon.
The gentle sound of waves crashing against each other accompanied the sunset, casting a sparkling glow on the water.
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After that moment you shared with Neteyam, you often found yourself running into each other. Whether it was after a fight with your father, or a stressful day for Neteyam, you somehow managed to offer each other a listening ear.
It was easy to open up to him, when you knew he could relate. His eyes always softened at the sight of you, arms instinctively reaching out to pat you on the back whenever you sobbed into his chest after another heavy argument. It seemed like with age, your father was becoming more unbearable, and refused to understand you on any given matter.
âWhat did he say?â Neteyam asked, his voice laced with concern.
âWell, he saw us hanging out, so make your guess,â you let out a bitter chuckle, wiping your face.
Neteyam couldnât help but feel partially guilty for the treatment you were getting. He knew about your father's disapproval of him, but he couldn't resist spending time with you and offering comfort after a fight, even if he was the cause of it. You were the only person with whom he could share his own struggles, and feel accepted.Â
Of course, hanging out with Neteyam was also a way for you to rebel against your father's orders and show him that he couldn't control you. He didnât realize that it was his hatred that pushed you further into Neteyamâs arms.
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As the weeks passed, your friendship with Neteyam grew stronger. There was something special between you but you failed to see the impact you were having on Neteyam's life. You had become the first thought on his mind every morning, his trainings passed in hopes to see you. When he was with you, he wished for time to stand still. And when he went to sleep, he anticipated dreaming about you. But Neteyam was fully aware of the risks of catching feelings for someone whose family despised him.
So he bit his tongue, hoping that you wouldnât notice it. That maybe with time, things will get better. He was from a different clan, and your father had a clear disdain for him. Even if you reciprocate his feelings, pursuing you would be complicated, if not impossible. But he couldn't deny the warmth he felt in his chest every time he saw you, the way his heart fluttered when you laughed at his jokes. He couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance for something more between you two, yet he was forced to push the thought aside.
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But jealousy is a disease that brings out the worst in one. Neteyam felt it brewing inside him, as he intensely watched you talking to Aoânung. Despite knowing about your close friendship with Aoânung, Neteyam didnât like him. The way his smile widened every time you said something, the way he stood so close to youâŠit made his blood boil.
He tried hard to focus on sharpening his arrow, not to raise suspicion in Tsireya and Lo'ak next to him, but his eyes kept drifting to you and Ao'nung. With another stroke of his knife, he accidentally grazed his finger, catching Tsireyaâs attention.
âLoâak, could you please bring me my shawl? Itâs getting chilly,â she asked, her eyes big and innocent.
Loâak stood up without a question, not paying attention to his brotherâs strange behavior. As soon as he was out of earshot, Tsireya turned her concerned gaze back to Neteyam. He was still watching you with Aoânung, now sitting down on the sand, your knees touching, deep in a conversation. He had never even heard Aoânung speak to his friends for more than five minutes, what could he possibly be saying to captivate your attention for so long? Neteyam scoffed in disbelief.Â
âIs something bothering you?â Tsireya asked. His head snapped to her, embarrassed that he got caught.Â
âNothing,â he shook his head, returning to the task at hand.
For a moment, Neteyam pondered whether he should ask Tsireya about her brother. Find out if the rumors he had heard from Rotxo were true, if there was a possibility of you being promised to Ao'nung.
âTsireya, can I ask you something?â he lowered his voice.
âSure,â she nodded. When Neteyam hesitated to continue, looking around, she reassured him, âDonât worry, I wonât tell anyone.â
âUmâŠIs it true that Aoânung and Y/N are to become mated?â
Tsireya frowned slightly, and Neteyam couldnât tell if it was because of his sudden interest in the matter, or because it was untrue. He gulped, secretly hoping it was the latter. She took a long pause before answering.
âSorry, you caught me off guard,â she apologized, âI just havenât heard that rumor in a long time.â
âSo, it is a rumor?âÂ
âThey havenât promised themselves to each other as mates, if thatâs what youâre afraid of,â Tsireya elaborated, making Neteyam cringe in embarrassment, âBut I wouldnât put it past them.â
âWhat do you mean?â his ears perked up at the implication.
âWellâŠâ she sighed, âAoânung and Y/N always have been close friends. And my father is quite vocal about his admiration for her. He thinks she can be a good mate to Aoânung, when he becomes the chief.â
Neteyam's eyes darted all over Tsireya's face, trying to understand if there was anything else she wasnât saying.
"What about Y/N?" he asked, quickly glancing in your direction, "Does she like him? Does she feel pressured because of your father or something?"
âAny girl would feel pressured by my father, but I cannot speak for Y/N,â she answered honestly, âIf it makes you feel easy, Y/N and Aoânung never crossed their boundaries.â
Neteyam hummed in agreement but he didnât understand anything. His mind was racing with questions, yet he didnât have the answers. How come Tsireya did not know if you liked her brother? Were you into him? Even if you werenât, wouldnât you reciprocate the feelings of the future chief? Surely, Aoânung wasn't the easiest person to be around, but he seemed different with you.
âMaybe you should ask her about it. Youâre friends,â Tsireya nudged him.
Friends.
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âYouâre quiet,â you pointed out, as Neteyam dragged his feet after you, deep into the trees.
âIâm usually quiet,â he muttered.
âNot like this,â you disagreed, gauging for further clarification but Neteyam remained silent.
You did not know that there was a burning desire to confess his feelings to you raging in Neteyamâs mind. Despite Tsireyaâs uncertainty the evening prior, Neteyam had already convinced himself that there was something going on between you and the future Olo'eyktan. So he felt rushed to tell you about your feelings, to prevent you from mating with Aoânung.
But he couldn't help but wonder if he would truly be the best thing for you. What could he offer to you? He was a forest Naâvi, who did not know the way of water, who was useless in the sea. He was unfamiliar to your traditions, his whole life Neteyam prepared for leading the clan, but in Awaâatlu he had nothing to give.
To make matters worse, he found himself competing against the chief's son, someone you had grown up with and knew very well. And Neteyam could never replace that kind of relationship. Did you ever see him past your friendship, the way he saw you? The doubt and insecurity were consuming him from within.
âIs it because of my father?â you decided to guess, stopping in your tracks.
Neteyam walked past you, shaking his head. You pondered for a moment, before following him.
âDid my little brother break something when you let him play with your stuff the other day?â
Neteyam ignored your guess, holding back the big leaves in your way, waiting for you to catch up. He was deep in his thoughts, yet remained gentle and caring with you. Your gaze softened at the gesture.
âDid I do something wrong?â
He held your gaze without answering. That was it.
âWhat did I do?â your eyebrows shot up in surprise.
âNothing, you did nothing wrong.â
âIf it were nothing, you wouldnât be tuning me out. I must have done something wrong,â you nudged his shoulder for a reply.
âI was just thinkingâŠâ he sighed, meeting your eyes, âIs it true about you and Aoânung?â
âWhat about me and Aoânung?â
âThat youâre going to be mates.â
You snorted in disbelief. Although it was a topic of countless conversations with your father, who was eager to arrange a match between his daughter and the future Olo'eyktan, you were too stubborn to comply with your fatherâs wishes, instead of your own. You and Ao'nung had a strong friendship, sharing almost everything with each other, but it was just that. Friendship.Â
âThatâs ridiculous, whereâd you hear that?â you quirked your eyebrow at him.Â
âRotxo.â
âItâs just a silly rumor thatâs been going around since we were kids,â you rolled your eyes. You especially despised it a few years back, when people started teasing you for hampering other girls from pursuing Aoânung.
âSo youâre just friends?â Neteyam asked, his tone more hopeful.Â
âJust friends,â you confirmed, âHe is like a brother to me.â
âI donât think he sees you like a sister, Y/N.â
âWhy do you care?â you teased him, âAre you jealous?â
âWhy would I be jealous of Aoânung?â he scoffed.
âNo reason,â you snickered, walking past him into the clearing.
Neteyam followed after you eagerly, his steps quickening to catch up. You tried to hide a devilish smirk, knowing that you'd pique his interest.
"What is it that Aoânung has that I don't?"
"Let it go, Neteyam," you swatted at him with your hand. "I'm not going to compare my two friends to each other."
Neteyam pursed his lips, annoyed that he had to drop the subject. He knew that if he pushed too far, he'd be caught in his own trap, coming undone in front of you. There was something about you that made him feel exposed, and he was afraid that you would see right through him.
âHere it is,â you pointed at the spear on the ground. You had lost it the evening prior, and Neteyam was sure you dropped it around here.
âTold you,â he murmured, beating you to it and picking up the spear for himself.
âThank Eywa,â you grinned at him, âNow letâs go back. If father sees you carrying my spear, heâll be so annoyed!â
It was an innocent joke. The way you said it wasnât mischievous, at least not towards Neteyam. You only enjoyed the irritation growing in your father, whenever he saw you spending time with the âdemon-kid.â In a strange way, you felt like you were fighting him back. But to Neteyam it was stressful to bear your fatherâs angry glances. He didnât like pushing it.
âIs that all this friendship is to you?â his sudden insecurity caught you off guard.
âHuh?â
"Getting back at your father? Is that the only reason you hang out with me, just to piss him off?" his voice grew more accusatory.
âWhere is this coming from?â you chuckled in disbelief, âAre you serious?â
âI am,â Neteyam gulped down, âWould you still spend time with me, if your father didnât hate me so much? I can tell this is how you repay him for being harsh with you. But itâs unfair to me. You donât get to use me as a tool of your rebellion, donât get to play with my feelings like that.â
âNeteyam,â you exhaled, now speaking seriously, âI would never let him control my life to the point where he decides whom I befriend. I like spending time with you because of you. Youâre very dear to me.â
Neteyam fell silent, doubts bouncing around in his golden eyes. You held his gaze, trying to convince him of the sincerity of your words.
âDo you believe me?â
âI guess,â he shook his head, âI just have a hard time believing anyone genuinely likes me.â
âWhat are you on about?â you neared him, âThe whole village has grown fond of you. I mean, even Aoânung⊠He used to fight with you, but now heâs hanging out with Loâak like nothing happened.â
âExactly, heâs hanging out with Loâak, not me. He still doesnât like me,â Neteyam said, his lips twitching with a hint of a smile.
âYou dislike him,â you disagreed.
âOnly because he hates me.â
âHe doesnât hate you, he justâŠâ you sighed, already regretting what you were about to reveal, âHe just thinks that youâre stealing me from him.â
âStealing you? Is he jealous or something?â an amused smile creeped onto Neteyamâs face.
âI guess. Aoânung is possessive, you know, he doesnât like to share.â
âWell then, I guess heâll just have to deal with it.â
As Neteyam turned on his heels, his braids swayed around with a mind of their own. You watched him walk towards the village, gripping your spear, a slight spring in his step. You could already feel the punishment youâd get, once Neteyam uses this new information against Aoânung.Â
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âHey, play nice,â you called out to Tuk and your little brother, as they were actively splashing water over each other.
While it was mostly playful, kids their age could easily get too competitive and excited. You propped yourself on your elbows, watching them play in the shallow water. After a fight with your dad, it was now your responsibility to watch Tewtxey whenever he played with Tuk. If it werenât for your protests, your father wouldnât even allow their friendship to flourish, so this was the only compromise that you managed to agree upon. You grinned as you watched how happy your brother was, his little giggles filling the air around you with a warm glow. It was in moments like these that you especially missed your mother. You wished she could be there to see her youngest making a friend.
âBabysitting duty?â a thick-accented voice called out, before Neteyam came into your view.
You rolled your eyes at him, earning a low chuckle. Neteyam sat next to you on the sand, his hand brushing past your thigh. You tried to ignore the flush in your cheeks.
âIs your father okay with this?â he pried, gesturing at the kids.
âAs long as I keep an eye on them,â you replied with a sigh, âBut donât worry about it, itâs only temporary. My father will get over it.â
âHow come?â
âWell, itâs hard not to like Tuk,â you turned your face to look at Neteyam, âAnd my father has a soft spot for kids. Heâs not good with me, but heâs good with Tewtxey and his friends.â
âYou think if you have Tuk around enough, heâll warm up to her?â Neteyam guessed.
âDefinitely,â you nodded, âItâd take some time but heâll like her. Sheâs a good kid.â
âOkay,â Neteyam agreed, âWhat about me, though?â
âHm? What about you?â you asked playfully, catching a hint of a smile on his lips.
âDo you have any ideas on how to get your father to warm up to me?"
âWhy would I want that? It wouldnât be as fun,â you teased him.
âWell, I could argue that it's best for your father to like his daughter's future mate, don't you agree?" Neteyam's voice was light-hearted and playful, yet your heart started racing in your chest.
âW-what?â you stuttered.
âYou heard me,â he chuckled.
He couldnât help but feel satisfied with your reaction, it was certain to him that you might have felt something for him too. It was the first time Neteyam blatantly tested the waters for a sign, and you didnât let him down. He turned his face to continue watching the kids, acting nonchalantly, as if he hadnât just dropped a bombshell.Â
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Aoânung pushed you down, his arm firmly planted on your chest, while his other arm quickly snuck around your back to try and flip you over. You protested, pushing against his ribs, trapping his legs with your thighs. You were fake wrestling on the sand, both of you trying to get the upper hand.
âJust give up,â Aoânung huffed, as you struggled against him.
âNever, skxawng,â you huffed back, determined to win the friendly match.Â
âGet off her!â a thick accent cut through the air, and you caught a glimpse of blue hands grabbing Aoânung by the neck and pulling him off you.
In a matter of seconds, Neteyam attacked Aoânung with a flurry of punches, one of them landing right on the confused boyâs cheekbone. Angrily, Aoânung hit him back in the face, and before things could escalate further, you jumped in between the two with an angry hiss.
âBack off, both of you!â
âHow dare you hit her?â Neteyam ignored you, trying to reach for Aoânung.
âWe were just playing, Neteyam, calm down,â you said, pushing him back slightly and taking a protective stance in front of Aoânung.
âWho plays like that? You couldâve hurt her!â Neteyam growled.
âIt is none of your business, anyway, skxawng,â Aoânung stepped forward, looking him up and down.
âAoânung, stop,â you exhaled in frustration, then turned to Neteyam, âIâm okay, you didnât have to protect me.â
âHe thinks he has some sort of claim over you because he likes you,â Aoânung let out a bitter chuckle, âShe doesnât need your useless ass guarding her.â
âWhat did you say?â Neteyam took an angry step towards him, but you quickly extended your arm to prevent him.Â
âNeteyam, stop,â you pleaded with him.
Neteyam hesitated, his gaze flickering between you and Ao'nung. He clenched his fists, his posture still tense, but he took a step back. His lip was bleeding.
âLet's all just go to Tsahik,â you said softly, turning towards Ao'nung, âAre you okay?â
Ao'nung nodded, wincing as you touched his swollen cheekbone. Before you could even grab Neteyamâs arm, to make him follow after you, he was already storming off, a sense of betrayal pitting in the bottom of his stomach.
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âNo matter how much your father scolds you, it is never enough,â Ronal tsked in disapproval, as she treated Aoânungâs wounds.
âI told you, that skxawng attacked me first,â Aoânung rolled his eyes at his mother, earning a low hiss from her.
âIt was just a misunderstanding,â you explained, feeling the urge to justify Neteyam in front of the Tsahik, âHe thought that you were hurting me.â
âNeteyam is a good boy,â Ronal stood up, signaling that she was done, âYouâre nice to Loâak, you should be nice to him tooâ
âLoâak is still a kid, he can learn from me,â Aoânung rolled his eyes, âBut Neteyam is too arrogant.â
âNeteyam is not arrogant. In fact, the two of you have many similarities,â you added, earning a supportive nod from Ronal.
Aoânung ignored you, as he thanked his mother and walked out of the marui. You couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving Neteyam untreated.Â
âTsahik, do you think I could take some of that balm to Neteyam?â you asked hesitantly, âIâll get it back to you as soon as Iâm done.â
âTake your time.â
You walked out, determined to find Neteyam, a bowl of white paste nestled gently in your hand. You were surprised to find Aoânung lingering around the marui, kicking the rocks under his feet out of boredom.Â
âYou should stop playing with him if you donât want him to get the wrong idea,â he commented, acknowledging your presence.Â
âIâm not playing with anyone,â you frowned in response.
âCome on, Y/N,â Aoânung looked up at you with a smug smile, âSurely, you can see that the boy is head over heels for you.â
âWho? Neteyam?â you were taken aback.
âWho else?â
âNonsense, he sees me as a friend.â
âWhatever,â Aoânung rolled his eyes at you in annoyance, âIâm just saying, you should tell him the truth. Whether you like him or not, he needs to know. Iâm tired of him shooting daggers at me, whenever I talk to you.â
Did he really believe that Neteyam liked you? You could only hope that Aoânung was right, that this was the only matter when you couldnât see right through Neteyam.
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When you reached Sully's marui, you spotted Tuk standing at the entrance, as if guarding someone. Upon catching sight of you, she ran up to you, grabbing your wrist.
âY/N, Neteyam is hurt!â she exclaimed, âHe wonât let me get mom to take care of him.â
âIs he alone?â you asked, following after her. She nodded, âDonât worry, Iâll help him, okay?â
Tuk hung back at the entrance as you walked into the marui. Neteyam was sitting on the ground, shooting an annoyed look at his little sister. She quickly ran away, before he could even open his mouth.
âHow come you never listen to me?â you started light-heartedly, approaching him.
âWhy are you here? Arenât you too busy taking care of Aoânung?â he frowned at you.
You only shook your head, crouching down in front of him. He had wiped away the blood, but you could still see the cut on his wounded lip. It definitely stung when he spoke.
âI wanted you to come with us to Tsahik, why did you run away?â
âDidnât want to interrupt your moment with him,â Neteyam answered through his gritted teeth.
You were confused by his sudden behavior. Sure, it might have been a little embarrassing to misinterpret the situation and react to it, but you wondered if there was something else bothering Neteyam. Was Aoânung right? Without talking, you used one of his shoulders to rely on him, as you leaned in. Neteyam relaxed under your touch, letting you apply the medicine to his wounded lips without much protest. You let your finger graze over his face for a little longer before pulling away.
âBetter?â you asked, earning a grateful nod.
As the sight of his bruised knuckles caught your attention, you immediately picked up his hand. He must have been furious, thinking he was protecting you from Aoânung. Neteyam flinched, when you brought his hand closer to your face.
âMawey,â you whispered, before placing a soft kiss to his knuckles.
He watched you quietly, trying to calm his breathing. You werenât sure what exactly you were doing, but it just felt right to comfort him this way. To show him that you werenât betraying him, that you wanted him to be safe. When you turned his hand for further examination of wounds, your fingers grazed over the small cuts and calluses on his palms. You guessed they were from his training, and your heart swelled a little with admiration at the thought. It was a reminder of Neteyam's dedication and strength, the very same reason why you started seeing him in a different light. You looked up at him, your eyes conveying your unspoken admiration.
âWhy are you upset with me?â you asked softly.
âBecause you chose him over me,â he mumbled, his tone offended, yet he allowed you to hold his hand in yours.
âI wasnât choosing anyone. It wasnât about picking sides.â
âBut you did,â he shook his head, âWhether you admit it or not, your first instinct was to protect him.â
âYou attacked him first, Neteyam. I was only defending my friend,â you tried to break through his stubbornness.
âI am your friend too,â he pursed his lips again.
"Well, I kind of hoped that you were more than just a friend," you exhaled, letting go of his hand.
Neteyam's mouth hung open in shock, and you wondered if he had picked up on the double meaning in your words.
"I don't understand," he sat up straight, his gaze fixed on you, "Are you saying that you don't want us to be just friends?"
"Yes,â you felt a wave of frustration washing over you, âYou can be so dense sometimes. Has it ever occurred to you that I like you?â
Neteyam's face lit up with a smile, and he reached out to cup your face in his hands.Â
"I could only hope for you to feel that way," he said, his eyes shining with pure happiness, âOel ngati kameie, Y/N.â
âOel ngati kameie,â you whispered, feeling tears of joy welling up in your eyes.
You had never cried out of happiness before, but in that moment, knowing that Neteyam truly saw you, the real you, and loved you for it, you couldn't help it. Neteyam let out a confused chuckle, but quickly gathered you into his arms, holding you close and comforting you, as you cried onto his chest.Â
âI didnât want to make you cry, silly,â he whispered softly into your hair, amusement evident in his voice.
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Being Neteyam's Only Daughter...
pairing ;; dad!neteyam x daughter!reader
genre ;; headcanons
notes / explanations ;; i wrote this instead of i will soften every edge, the brainrot was too strong. SORRY . entirely unedited so i could get it off my system. not what you guys were waiting for but i hope you enjoy!
⯠After a whole tumultuous lifetime of playing guardian to his siblings that he might as well be called their third parent, getting a whiskerâs away from death at his teens solely because his little brother was looking for some action, Neteyam is enervated â he cannot imagine a life with children, and doesnât even want to. He has already raised three.
⯠He may be good with children in general but that doesn't mean he could handle raising multiple of his own. The thought alone gives him intense anxiety.
⯠A mate would be nice. Would mean privacy, and his own world free from the burden of having to look after his siblings. His own family. One thing belonging to Neteyam and Neteyam only.
⯠He does get a mate, eventually. Right after Tuktirey can be responsible for her own. It's not something his father tells him to do, Neteyam just couldn't trust Lo'ak with their youngest sister even when the boy became a man. Lo'ak was still Lo'ak.
⯠And then comes the dreaded, silent expectation his mother stares right into his soul every time she sees him and his mate together: I want grandchildren.
⯠Neteyam doesnât. He really doesnât. Some peace and quiet would be nice for a while, he really likes the mellowness of the present, feels so light now. He has his own life, finally. Home away from the Sullys. He doesn't have to wake himself up before his siblings. The silence and comfort of love is new and strange, but it's nice and it's his. They can pry it away from his cold, dead hands.
⯠No children.
⯠Neteyam finally has his peace.
⯠No children, mother, seriously.
⯠...Not now, at least.
⯠And if it ever happens. Only one. That would be enough for Neteyam and his mate. The horror of having a big family enters his dreams sometimes even now, he startles awake with the sensation of Loâak having ditched him, none of his siblings around, and the trouble that would follow.
⯠Yeah, no. Neteyam isnât going to spend his life running after another batch of children. No way.
⯠Only one. One is enough.
⯠Eywa, he hopes the child would be like him if it ever happens. Neteyam takes pride in his precocious childhood free of immaturity. Not that he's dying to be a father, but if he ever becomes one, he hopes the child is calm and easy to communicate with.
⯠He knows his mate wants to be a parent one day, and knows he also will be ready eventually, but having to give up how wonderful life has become... Neteyam just wants to be selfish for once.
⯠(Somehow he can't get used to the solitude of peace, but won't admit he misses the rowdiness of his siblings and how bright each and every day was with them. Neteyam doesn't realize it's loneliness.)
⯠He doesn't expect to be as excited when it happens. Neteyam knows before his mate does and it's not the usual pregnancy symptoms, but the change of scent, in the past, he had detected his own mother was with child that way, from what he knew, this was unique to him and him only, but it was conclusive and Neteyam was right every time.
⯠His stomach doesn't sink like he thought it would, and his mate gets scared with the scream that follows his dissociation.
⯠It has to be a girl. He wants it to be a little baby girl. The desire to coddle and pamper his baby the way none of the Sully siblings were overwhelms him. If it was a son, he'd love him all the same, make him feel loved and appreciated like the Sully patriarch never really did with him, it's just, the thought of another Lo'ak on his hands just worries him.
⯠Neteyam really underestimated how ready to be a father he really was. It shouldn't really be surprising to him given his big brother status, he already knows how to be a parent - but didn't know he wanted to be one, deep down, that he looks forward to the chaos his child would bring back to his life.
⯠His mother and father are nothing less than elated. It's going to be their first grandchildren, and Neteyam sees Jake Sully shed a couple tears for the first time in his life. They have a father-son hunting trip together for the offering to Eywa in the name for the safe arrival of his child, and have countless conversations about fatherhood. If it was Lo'ak, he'd be willing to learn the new knowledge, but Neteyam already knows all he should, and his father is guiltily aware of this too, his delivery is awkward, and Neteyam does his best to alleviate the talk.
⯠They don't know the gender until the day you're born.
⯠And his wishes have come true: a girl. You're healthy and fairly plump from how Neteyam kept feeding his mate throughout the pregnancy.
⯠He can't believe he has a child, and that he has his whole life together with you now. How scary it is that you have become his whole world the moment he holds you, that he is the protector of this tiny, little life. How will he be as a father? What kind of person will you become?
⯠It comes as second nature to hold you when it's fairly new to his mate, he knows how to handle you, how to calm you down, how to baby talk that it creeps his siblings out to see him openly loving that way.
⯠His father had talked about the sky person concept of monarchy in the past. He says how you're Neteyam's pretty little princess one day, and it sticks. Neteyam thinks so too, but Paskalin is what he calls you - sweet berry.
⯠Because you are very sweet, the calmest, most endearing baby he's ever known. The most adorable. He doesn't know anyone cuter than you that he catches playful aggression the whole time, wanting to bite into you and pinch you all around. Eywa help him, he hasn't felt like this in his life, ever. None of his siblings were close to being this delightful. His Paskalin is way too loveable.
⯠You don't cry at night, go to sleep easily, only fuss when you want or need something, and are full of smiles and laughter, you know how to entertain yourself. Neteyam can't believe how convenient everything is.
⯠His father says Neteyam was like this as a baby too, and you've taken after him. Usually, the first child's perfection tricks the parents into having more children, he says, and it's the easiest trap to fall into.
⯠Turns out, it's not something Neteyam is happy about. How flawlessly well-behaved you are as a baby, he means. He wished you would act out more, Neteyam would happily go along with your whims.
⯠It stems from his own childhood wounds, he wasn't allowed to be childish, so he hopes you would be. Neteyam wants to give you everything he wanted but couldn't have as a child.
⯠So he spoils you rotten. And it feels gratifying to make you happy.
⯠You and him are inseparable. Wherever he goes, you toddle behind him like a shadow.
⯠Neteyam is warned multiple times by his parents for overindulging you that you'd end up uninterested in the company of your peers, therefore experience isolation and loneliness, and end up hyper-independent because of those poor social skills, that you would end up selfish and entitled because he gave you whatever you wanted and become hyper-sensitive to criticism and in-family conflict due to not experiencing emotional toughening by interacting with friends and being too overly fond of him, your main source of affection.
⯠Some of those worries end up being realized, and some of them don't.
⯠As you grow up, Neteyam's wishes that you would want to be spoiled more get grander. His daughter is generous and loving. You aren't immature and childlike like he wants you to be. His Paskalin keeps getting sweeter as you get older and older. You don't ever ask for anything the more Neteyam wants to keep giving, always saying you had everything you could ask for in life, and if you wanted a specific something, you could get it yourself and wouldn't want to bother him with that.
⯠Neteyam really regrets praying to Eywa for an obedient child.
⯠He thinks of having more children at times, to give you companions, but gives up on it as soon as he entertains the idea. He would never want you to go through the same things as he did as the eldest brother.
⯠Neteyam doesn't know what to do about you not straying from his side and only ever wanting to be around adults. Your favorite people are your grandparents. That shouldn't really be a child's first preference, right? He knows he was like this, but also, it wasn't normal. Even your aunt Tuk was too young for you and her hyperactivity made you uncomfortable for some reason.
⯠He never knew your dislike of going out and socializing, your preference of staying on your own rather than getting close to your younger cousins.
⯠Great Mother, you weren't a shy girl that he knows of, always talkative and energetic with him. Neteyam has only noticed your quietness recently when you were old enough to go and start learning with other kids.
⯠You don't have any friends that he knows of. You orbit around people your age, but don't get involved, more interested in your hobbies and interests and duties within the village.
⯠His mother told him this would happen.
⯠Kiri tells him he has raised a girl version of himself and it bothers Neteyam. He loves that you are a daddy's girl and so close to him that you are basically transparent to him, but he really wishes you were more childish. You are too mature for his liking.
⯠When you hit your teens, he's confronted with a new dilemma. He doesn't know what a helicopter parent is, but his father says Neteyam has become one. That he doesn't allow you to face failure and challenges, and heavily guides you the more he becomes anxious about how you're turning up. He says Neteyam needs to leave you alone.
⯠Which he's too anxious to do. He doesn't know where this comes from and why he's this way. Neteyam just worries too much and doesn't want you to have the troubles he did.
⯠It becomes particularly stronger when he finds out you were having bullying problems.
⯠In the clan his father was the Olo'eyktan of. In the clan he was to be Olo'eyktan of. He can't fathom the audacity any more than he can't believe you were hiding it from him. You never hid anything from your father in your life, ever. He makes you cry for the first time when he confronts you and gets angry over it.
⯠You hadn't even done anything wrong, and Neteyam regrets it immediately, hugging you and apologizing for it on the spot.
⯠He offers to teach those kids who saw you too meek a lesson, but you tell him that they do it because they think of you unworthy to be his daughter and Toruk Makto's family. He learns they think you're weak and passive with barely any presence at all, when you were the brightest and sweetest girl Neteyam knew.
⯠Someone had taught you humiliation where he couldn't see or help. Stripped you off your worth. These kids were jealous of you. They wanted your status and it was clear as day to Neteyam, but he couldn't make you see the way he saw.
⯠It's Lo'ak who teaches you how to bite back, Kiri how to hit where it hurts with words and Tuk how to manipulate. None of them let Neteyam get involved, you have to do this on your own and prove your worth to yourself.
⯠He can't be more proud of you when you manage to stand up for yourself, and excitedly tell him about it one day along with the news that you have made a couple friends, too.
⯠The feeling of you branching on your own path stings and weighs heavy in his heart as he tastes the bittersweet of his child growing up, but his Paskalin would be alright, he decides.
⯠He will be with you every step of the way.
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The perfect child. (Sully family x reader)
Y/nâŠthe perfect child who they say would never burn outâŠ
You see, Y/n was a perfectionist, always striving for her parents approval, always wanting more and she was always told to do everything right. Sheâs the oldest after all.
Jake was strict on Y/n and Neytiri was very gentle and loving. A mothers love was like no other. NowâŠNeytiri loved both of her older daughters but there was always something broken between the twoâŠshe treated both the same but it couldnât be said Jake did.
He was encouraging and gentle towards Kiri, it made her learn quicker, faster and stronger. His teachings with his eldest were harder, faster, tiring. In his mind Y/n was supposed already be perfectâŠthatâs all he wanted. Neytiri saw it as him trying to make a monster out of her, someone who would go farther than they could imagine to protect their childrenâŠbut she was their child as well..? So if he handed off the responsibility to Y/n, sheâd take it right off and comfort her.
They have fought many times on the topic of the way he raised the boys and Y/nâŠshe was there for most of the arguments and she always watched from a far blinking away tears.
*flashback*
Earlier that day Y/n and Neteyam were going head to head on whoâs the better warrior but Jake had given Neteyam better tasks to ensure heâd succeed more compared to Y/n.
When Neteyam won, Jake ripped into how Y/n had little mistakes. Neytiri pulled him into their home and ripped at him soon afterâŠ
âI mean really Jake, Y/n fought her heart out and the only thing you cared about was picking on the little things when she had already done her harder tasks perfectly.â
âBecause she always gets frustrated easily if she doesnât do good, she needs to be perfect otherwise whoâs keeping her to be stronger against the world?â
âYou put all of her siblings and people against her! That little girl is mortified all the time but you donât care! How about being a ârole modelâ? I have heard you say to Kiri, to a little nine year old girl, ây/n wonât be happy for you. sheâs jealous of youââ
âShe is! I donât understand why we argue on this. Y/n turns off immediately when it comes to anyone who had shown they are better and she needs to stop.â
âYou have sabotaged our daughter and the rest of the kids! Our children arenât soldiers and you will not put them against each other!â
âY/n is talented Iâll give you that but she needs someone to keep her humble and perfect! She is practically the future of this clan and if she makes a mistake the whole clan is going to talk about it."
-*
He wasnât fully wrongâŠWhen Y/n failed itâs either sheâd let the frustrated tears fall, or blink them away. However when Y/n finished her challenges her father was the first person she looked for, he would tell her what she still needed to work on. She felt like she needed to hear the truth, thatâs what she was always used to.
In hindsight it was very sad for Neytiri to see how desperate Y/n was for her father approval. And it was equally sad to see how desperate Jake was for him to be in control of Y/n and her perfection. He would constantly put Y/n on a pedestal in public knowing it would put more weight on her.
Jake had many ways to make Y/n feel sick, it wasnât his intentions but it felt that way.
*flashback*
8 year old Y/n was about to sing and dance in front of the clan, she was fully calm while her mother painted her face until Y/n noticed her dad beginning to approach her.
âHey y/n!â
Y/n walked up to him as well and gave him a hug.
âAre you ready to be the best?â
Y/n swayed back and forth as she felt the nervousness come back up
ââŠI donât knowâ
âJust be good. Donât worry about anyone else.â
âI wonât! You make me nervous when you say that!â
âDo good!â
âOk bye!â
Y/n tried to push her father out kindly, feeling overwhelmed.
âGo.â
Y/n gave a nervous smile at what her father slightly rushing her to be good
âYou go! Please.â
âOk Iâll let you go! Do good!â
The young girl walked back and Neytiri can tell the change in her emotions
âAre you alright?â
âYea!â
Neytiri looked sideways at her daughter to get more answers
ââŠhe just makes me nervous.â
Y/n sat quietly sick to her stomach while Neytiri kept painting feeling the same way her daughter was.
-*
For my loved ones Iâd kill and Iâd die for them. No hesitation. The nervousness went away once I had to protect and defend..I haveâŠkilled before. There was a day where the sky people entered in a forbidden part of the forest one where my siblings werenât supposed to be.
*flashback*
There was red coming from two of the men I had killed while I turned to my siblings who were probably hidden in the forest. I didnât hesitate, I had came out as soon as a gun was drawnâŠmy blood ran cold. I called out for them once the coast was clear and when they came out they looked horrified.
âIm so sorry you had to see that. You arenât supposed to be in this part of the forest you know that, we must leave now.â
They had already radioed my parents when I had finished ohâŠthe look in my mothers eyes broke me.
They had fear. Fear for my siblings and I.
I was covered in red blood, and scars. I couldnât even focusâŠI was so scared by what I had just done. My mind couldnât remember it, I just went blank.
When my father went up to me slowly with a sly smile..
âY/n you went on to become the greatest child warrior pandora has ever known. No one can match you efficiency, your ruthlessness!â
I felt sick to my stomachâŠI was only a child.
My mother rushed to hug me comforted me and repeatedly apologizedâŠit wasnât even her fault.
âMother itâs ok! Truly, I just did what needed to be done. I handled it well and protected my siblings. âMy siblings, my responsibilityâ. Iâm fine.â
Y/n held her mother while she criedâŠY/n just comforted her mom instead and blinked away her tears.
-*
No one knew how insecure i feltâŠhow disappointed i was in myself. I was unsure if I was even good or badâŠI felt like a monster but at the same time I thrived off of the praise my father sent my way for saving my siblings. I didnât want to play this part but i would all for him. And this week was absolutely the hardest of them all.
*day one*
Loâak, Neteyam and I were all training! Yesterday my father had me learn more about healing next to Kiri as one of my tasks however I couldnât beat her to it, not when my father was watchingâŠpiercing his eyes right through me.
Once we were done he lined me up with the boys and told us what needed to be achieved by the end of the week.
âYou three are to start spotting next week. I donât want anyone here that is not focus or achieving what theyâre told. If you do good it makes us look better..Y/n you didnât do as good at healing, youâre sister beat you so you failed. It doesnât look good for us. Let me ask this question to all of you. How many of you are training when we arenât together?â
Y/n looked down at her fathers degrading words disappointed that she didnât beat Kiri. She nodded to her fathers question saying
âI do..â
Jake rolled his eyes and began losing his patience at the child who couldnât land what she was told right, lately.
âWellâŠget off your butt, walk over to your grandmother and train for healing instead!â
Y/n immediately looked away blinking away pained tearsâŠshe was tired already, just the night before she stayed up training so she could be ready for the harsh week to come.
Jake spoke again..
âThatâs your fault!âŠdonât embarrass me and do it right. Now go back to training.â
Y/n walked away while her two younger brothers watched her, they later had a conversation..
!Away from Y/n!
âBro did you see how much Y/n wanted to cry? Sheâs always good at everything, I donât know why she cries! Sheâs the favorite!â
âThere's always pressure on Y/n, I mean she wants to please our parents. She can't go to training and be anything but perfect."
Loâak rolled his eyes at his brothers statement.
âNo duh! But cmon bro you got to admit that sometimes Y/n tries too hard for dadâs approval!â
Now it was Neteyamâs turn to roll his eyes
âSheâs the eldest, she needs to be perfect. In dadâs eyes she can be fumbling with her future and itâs not looking good for the family if she isnât perfect.â
-*
*day three*
Since the day before Y/n spent the whole time training with her grandmother Jake made Kiri and her do an actual competition against each other on who can do stitching and healing ointments better.
Kiri was eager to beat the âperfect childâ while Y/n was anxious and determined to prove her father that she has gotten betterâŠshe has no chance in winning, she was going against someone who only ever trained for healing while Y/n trained for everything in such little time.
Both of the children did well but Kiri ultimately won. Despite the win Y/n hugged Kiri and told her sheâs a good healer. Jake hugged Kiri speaking words that Y/n wished was given to her.
âEven if you had the worlds biggest crown I wouldnât be any Prouder of you than I am right now!â
The eldest childâs heart was left to yearn for her fathers love, inside she was crying for more than just being ignored. If Y/n won she was ok but if she lost she failed at everything. She didnât understand his game anymore.
-*
*day four*
What Neytiri never knew was how Jake sometimes encouraged Y/n to break Neytiriâs instructions to Y/n. For example when Neytiri noticed her tiredness while Y/n was helping prep food and told her to take a break from training.
Y/n took a break just like Neytiri told her and when Jake walked into the room where Y/n was watching Tuk with small tears falling because she was panicking inside knowing her father would be upset at her.
âY/n I want to talk to you.â
Y/n got up and walked past her siblings who had heard and felt how upset Jake was at Y/n
âWhatâs going on? Why were you not at training and then you were crying?â
âI was crying because training is my safe space but I was just tire-â
Jake cut her off while Y/n nervously played with her hands, hold back tears.
âNu-uh! Every opportunity I have given you, came from my heart. That was awful Y/n. I donât deserve that, I didnât deserve any of it. Thereâs always another kid, thereâs always somebody else. We love you. We were ready to work with you and you sat at home!â
Jakeâs hurt expression made Y/n feel worse and she began crying at the pain and disappointment she caused.
âIâm sorry.â
âWhy didnât you get out of our home and tell your mother no Iâm going to training!â
âIâm so sorryâ
âThatâs not going to cut it. Itâs gonna take a long time for you to be better.â
When the family was ready to head to bed Neytiri saw Y/nâs bed empty she looked around to see the child sleeping with dried tears in a corner of a cushion where she had previously been watching Tuk. Neytiri shook her head and covered the child with a blanket knowing how stressed Y/n was.
-*
*day five*
The whole family went to a secluded place to do training. Neytiri watched Tuk until she heard Kiri tell her heartbreaking news
âdad wonât refer to Y/n by her name. He keeps calling her âthat girlâ or âherâ or âshe.â
Neytiri turned her head to face her other children and husband.
âYou! Girl in the front move to the center.â
She sighed to her husbandâs teaching methods. This was his way of punishing Y/n and making her do more work to make him âremember her nameâ
Neytiri called for a break and pulled Y/n away
âWhatâs going on my child you donât see happyâ
âHe just says girl, he doesnât even say my name.â
Y/n embraced the hug Neytiri gave her before telling Y/n itâs ok and to go backâŠthis time Neytiri watched from afar.
âyou were gone for a day! Not a year.â
Neytiri shakes her head and got up to pull Jake
âOur daughter has a name. She has a name Jake and you better stop holding a grudge.â
Jake came back to the children and began calling Y/n by her name. Neytiri protected her.
-*
*day 7*
Father has had me training all week and all day! I barley get any rest time, in fact Iâm currently walking to where we train. Itâs safer to say flying with my ikran would not have been a good idea, my tired body would bring me down with her. I was so exhausted and I felt so heavy, my heart was sinking into blackness as well as my eyes. Everything went black as I fell to the floor..
When I had woken up, I was terrified. Not because it was already eclipse or because i had fainted from exhaustionâŠit was because of my father. I have never done this before and I was supposed to be there to train. I ran my way back home, using up all the little energy I restored and opened my home to see my panicked family.
My father rushed to me and grabbed me by my shoulders searching for any wounds.
âIâm sorry sir, this wonât happen-â
âDamn right it wonât! You know how important training is Y/n. You will be leader of this clan soon! You must act like it. You do not show up late, you donât act stupid, this is not okâŠâ
My father words began getting blurry as he yelled in my face about what I shouldâve been doing instead and my body began feeling sick once againâŠI felt like I was drowning and my breaths were getting shorter. I can see my mothers mad face turn into worry as she slightly pushes my dad away from me.
âY/n whatâs wrong?â
I donât know. Iâm unable to speak back and I drop to my knees. My lungs felt closed up and I was struggling to catch a breath. I had tears in my eyes while my mother began talking again
âItâs ok Y/n. Youâre ok. Iâm here. Breath my child.â
Once my breathing got back to normal my mother allowed me to tell the story and urged me to get checked by grandmotherâŠshe didnât allow my father to keep on yelling at me.
-*
*day 8*
My grandmother explained that I was just having attacks and that Iâd be ok! Today the clan had a dancing ceremony, I wasnât feeling well so I opted out on joiningâŠuntil my father told the clan that Iâd be joining the dance later that night.
I couldnât say ânoâ. Not when my father talked up my nameâŠI didnât want to let him down.
The time for me to dance in the ceremony was coming and my nerves were so high..as I was walking to where the crowd can see me I can hear my dad
âFocus.â
âRepresent.â
the pressure got worse from then but I pushed it away.
The clan began singing and dancing but I knew all eyes were on meâŠI was in the center and I felt my breathing feel heavy againâŠthen suddenly I forgot the dance.
My couldnât hold the fake smile and I ran off to go to the side where no one can see me.
I was begging for anyone to just help me.
âNo! No! No! My father is going to freak out on meâŠI want to go againâŠ.Iâve never done this before. Can I please go again? Please!..please! My fathers going to hate me.â
Neytiri rushed to Y/n hugging her and pulling her away from the ceremony and fellow navis who had been there eyes widened to the visibly panicked child.
âMy fathers going to hate me!â
âNo heâs not Y/n.â
âHeâs going to hate me! Iâve never done thisâŠIâve never done this.â
Neytiri wasnât fully surprised that Y/n forgot her dance. Jake and her both put way to much pressure on Y/n. She was just 15 years old. Every single week and day she had to do tasks, train and protect everyone. If something wasnât done correctly Jake would pinch at it all. Neytiri knew when to calm her down but Jake wanted Y/n to be his perfect childâŠhe didnât care that he was going to burn the kid out.
âI canât breatheâŠI canât breathe.â
Neytiri pulled Y/n down to sit calming her down more before she flew her back to their home.
ây/n youâre having anxiety and your father gets you so nervous. Itâs ok. You are safe my child.â
Y/n was so afraid of her father it was killing her inside..Neytiri completely didnât know what to do. Y/n loved training but her father was beginning to make her hate it. Once everyone arrived home Neytiri sent her and the rest of the kids out to do something. She didnât fail to notice how Jake went to go up to Y/n and her breath hitched..like she was breathing in her last final breath.
âGo outside and play all of you!â
Neytiri looked at Jake directly in the eyes infuriated.
âWe need to talk. Youâre incredibly rude to Y/n you need to treat her with more respect.â
âI do! Itâs just that when you are in the picture she looks at you.â
âBecause she is afraid of you.â
âShe goes completely blank. Itâs like sheâs competing with you and me. Sheâs a great kid but she looks at you with one eye, and she gets weak.â
âAll she does is feel like she fails! You set her up to fail!â
âSheâs the greatest her in the division, what do you not understand?â
âYou have gone backstage before performances or challenges and have said âbe like Kiri or Neteyam!â Who does that to their child?!â
âWhy wouldnât she want to be like them? They are great.â
âBecause Y/n doesnât need to be like them Y/n is Y/n and that is good enough.â
âFor who?!â
âFor her.â
âNot for you.â
âYes it it!â
âThen why are you pushing this idea that I set her up to fail?!â
âBecause you knew she was sick and you threw her in there and humiliated our daughter.â
âI didnât humiliate her! She did it herself when she forgot the dance.â
Neytiri couldnât hear it anymore she began crying.
"Our daughter has been a wreck all week! And now she's having these attacks because she is afraid of you. And Afraid of what you are going to do it her! And you're allowing this with the relationship that you have with our kids and me! And it breaks my heart it is horrible!â
Jake grew silent while he saw his wife break right in front of himâŠ
âI donât think you get it! Sheâs tired! Tired of trying to be perfect for everyone, tired of training, tired of doing tasks. You just know the act she puts on! The âperfectnessâ itâs done. You are hurting our daughter. Our children. Whoâs next? Neteyam? Loâak? Kiri? You can not keep doing this to our children.â
Tears began falling from Jakeâs eyes as he begins replaying old memories of how Y/n was treatedâŠshe was just a kid..how could he fix this?..
!đ!
Hope you enjoyed I just did this on the side because Iâm trying to get to her stories done but I needed a breather đ
P.S: Jake manipulating Y/n and isolating her slightly while Y/n didnât realize really broke me! It was very obvious in the way he made her feel bad about obeying her mothers orders. She felt a lot of pressure and had many panic attacks during her childhood. This was just the first time anyone has seen it because it all became too much. She had such a strong passion for being a fierce warrior but her fathers harsh teachings is making it hard for her to enjoy the âhobbyâ again. :(
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áŽáŽÉȘÊÉȘÉŽÉą: neteyam x metkayina male reader
ê±áŽáŽáŽáŽÊÊ: As Neteyam settles in with the Metkayina, he too falls for their golden boy and finds that they have a lot in common.
part 2 ~ ᎥáŽÊáŽ
áŽáŽáŽÉŽáŽ: 6677
ᎥáŽÊÉŽÉȘÉŽÉąê±: little angsty and existential
áŽáŽÊÊ'ê± ÉŽáŽáŽáŽ: there's a part 2 coming up, pretty different from part 1, in fact i came up with part 2 before part 1. also been working on this since the tsireya fic, 3 days ago.
âŸââââœ
His name was (y/n). Or at least, that's what Neteyam had heard, and he had heard about him a lot in his short time in Awa'atlu. He, however, hadn't gotten the chance to speak with him.
The Metkayina liked him. Even Ronal, the bitter TsahÏk that so very hated Neteyam's family, and Tonowari treated him like one of their own. Though he supposes that in Ronal's eyes, all except for the Sully's were "her own" (Neteyam was a respectful kid, raised to be, but even Ronal drew some bitter thoughts he'd never disclose).
It wasn't exactly hard to tell that he was a special person to the clan, like any part of him could be weaved into anybody's songcord.
Neteyam watched from afar as he dismounted from his ilu. As he dug his toes into the sand of the shore, several people greeted him at once. He met each one with their name and a heartfelt grin.
Neteyam once knew what it was like to be loved by everyone in his clan, once knew each of their names, once knew how long it took to greet every single one as each just had to greet him. Once, he had greeted each one just as graciously. As time flew by, it felt like another one of his duties. Now, he no longer did at all. He missed it, strangely.
Then, as you finally turn to him, your smile falls. It wasn't like most others when they saw his dark blue skin and leaner physique; your lips didn't form a scowl. Instead, you flashed him a small smile before turning away.
Somehow, it looked kinder. Neteyam didn't know how.
He didn't really need to, anyway. All he needed was to keep up the formality, greet you with a smile just like the rest, because this would be the farthest your interactions would go.
After all, as far as the Metkayina were concerned, he was a demon and you were their golden child.
âŸââââœ
Whilst Ronal and Tonowari treated you like one of their children, your relationship with their actual children was unknown to Neteyam.
And certainly to Lo'ak.
The Sully brothers watched on as the golden child and the TsahĂŹk-to-be bantered.
Tsireya was to be giving them lessons on Metkayina life, but it seems she was too distracted for that. She laughed at your joke, her grin wide and mouth uncovered, and you laughed along with her. Truly, it was a sight to be hold, the gold of the Metkayina shining brightly. It was almost blinding.
As you continued down the beach, still so far from the Sully's but close enough for prying eyes, Lo'ak scoffed. Neteyam turned to his brother with confusion and began to speak, but Lo'ak beats him to it. "Do you think they're like siblings or something else?"
"Why would you care?" In truth, Neteyam knew exactly why Lo'ak cared. As the older brother he was, he just wanted to him admit it. On his end, there was a curiosity digging at his chest, but he was too polite to go digging for the truth.
Sensing his brother's underlying intentions, Lo'ak comes up with another reason. "If we're going to be living here for the rest of our lives, I think I have a reason to care."
For the rest our lives. Right. Neteyam wasn't going back. He clears his throat, a new mischief in his tone, "If you want to know so badly, ask them yourself."
"What?" Lo'ak exclaims rather loudly, catching the attention of those around him. It seems he doesn't care, though. "No way, bro!"
It catches Tsireya's attention as well and Lo'ak doesn't notice. She looks towards the two of them, herâno, Lo'ak specifically, Neteyam can tell. Her big eyes seem somewhat worried. She turns towards you, suddenly nervous, and the two of you exchange a few more words before you make your way towards them with quicker strides whilst Tsireya tags along more calmly.
Neteyam sort of knows then that Lo'ak and Tsireya will be alright.
When the two of you are close enough, Tsireya's first focus is on his brother. When he moves his gaze more towards the two of you, he finds your eyes to be on him.
You meet him with that small smile again and he feels the need to return it with his own.
"This is (y/n)." Tsireya introduces you. You give a small wave. "He has graciously offered himself today to be my assistant."
"Hold on, assistant?" You pause, putting a hand on her shoulder and veering her towards you.
"Remember, you're not supposed to be here." She replies with a kind of sass Neteyam hadn't really expected, considering the previous breathing lessons he'd gotten from her.
"But IÂ can be," You bite back, "and I am."
She shakes her head at you and pushes your hand away from her shoulder. "Co-teacher."
"yay!"
Tsireya rolls her eyes but otherwise ignores you. "Trust me, he's a very good rider and teacher. I think you'll do well under his guidance. Follow me."
When the family makes it into the water, even the generally displeasing Ao'nung and Rotxo greet you kindly, an action that makes Lo'ak's hairy eyebrows raise with shock. Neteyam simply brushes it off as one of the things you sort of do to people.
The class starts off first with a demonstration on the positioning, done by you of course. Tsireya said that since you'd so kindly offered yourself once, you could do it again.
Afterwards, you broke off into separate one on ones.
Neteyam watched Lo'ak obviously be paired up with Tsireya, then he made sure Tuk was safely away from Ao'nung and his friends. Lastly, he wondered which one of them would teach him; although, it didn't seem like he'd have to wonder for long.
"Hello." You greet him. It's the first time you greet him verbally, let alone the first ever word you direct towards him.
He gulps, his words suddenly stuck in his throat. "Hey."
Your following interaction isn't so awkward because he doesn't have to say anything.
Neteyam follows as per your teachings. At first, it doesn't seem very different from riding his ikran, aside from the lack of death risk. Even after seeing his brother fail rather miserably, he retains some confidence.
However, all of it comes crashing down after his first try⊠and then his second and third. Frustration begins to build within him and you can sense it.
"Ma Neteyam," You snap your fingers and finally gain his attention, "it's alright. Nobody gets it on their first try."
He nods to himself and rolls his shoulders, preparing for another try; but you place a hand atop his where it holds the ilu. Instead of saying anything, you simply offer him a look. Your eyes are a deep blue, he notices, expressive in the way that he can tell silently that you believe in him. He looks away before he gets too lost.
He grips onto the Ilu and lowers himself over its body. He feels its breath and imitates its strength to hold onto its body tighter.
This time, he won't fail. This time, he'll impress you.
Neteyam takes a deep breath and leads the ilu into a dive.
The rush of speed feels exhilarating, it reminds him of flying on his ikran for the first time. The water surrounding him rushes past his body refreshingly like the air when he flies; but water is denser, and just like air, it tries to push him off. He grips onto the ilu tighter with both his hands and calves. Knowing that he is resisting something so strong, and well at that, feeds into his excitement.Â
He feels the ilu's strength like it is his own and grips tighter, but slowly, he feels his resistance to the current slipping.
Suddenly, he thinks: he can't make a fool of himself.
So, he holds onto the grip and pulls. Despite him and Neteyam not being familiar with each other, the ilu understands and comes to a sharp stop that nearly has Neteyam falling over backwards, but he holds on.
Far away from you, Neteyam emerges with the widest grin he's worn in a long time. He raises his fist and can't help but to let out one of his cries from home. "Ăley!"
"Ăley!" His joy grows as you mimic the foreign cry in celebration with him, "Neteyam!"
âŸââââœ
Neteyam initially thought you would leave your interactions curt and only speak with him when necessary. He did try to keep up a positive outlook, that the Metkayina would eventually come to see him and his family as part of the clan, but it seemed far off.
Whilst Tsireya stayed with them to explore the ocean, you had other duties to attend to. Eventually, you had to bid him farewell. It wasn't with an excuse, nor with a "goodbye", it was with a "see you later".
Maybe he was digging too far into simple farewells, but those words felt like a promise.
The promise, however, wouldn't be fulfilled soon; and it isn't until the day after that you finally get to talk again. Even then, the next day gave way to the eclipse, and after that, he couldn't find you.
Just as he gave up and began the walk back to his family, he encountered you accidentally.
Though he sought you out for the better half of the day, he didn't know what to do now that he had you alone. So, too awkward to say anything, he sat down on the knitted pathway above you and watched.
As expected, you notice his presence but do not turn to him yet, too preoccupied with feeding your companion.
"I'm sorry I haven't talked to you in a while, Neteyam."
"It's alright," He empathizes with the shake of his head, "you're a popular guy."
"Am I now?" You snicker.
"I haven't been here for long, but I can tell."
"I'd rather call myself busy. But truly, I'm sorry. First it was Ao'nung today wanting to explore the ocean with me, then it was Tsanten wanting to test my hunting skills again." You sigh, clearly exhausted after everything that's happened today. "You know, sometimes I think it's just an excuse to hunt with me."
Neteyam was simply content in hearing you talk, you did something that just made simple sentences so entertaining, but you turn to him and hand the conversation over. "I didn't get to talk much about it with you yesterday, so how was riding your ilu?"
"It's strangely like flying an ikran," He zones out while he collects his thoughts, "which is something I miss. I think I like it so much because it feels like I'm defying something that wants so badly the opposite. It feels like I'm fighting gravity and succeeding. You know, I found and trained my ikran. No offense, but it doesn't really feel the same when you didn't find your companion, like my ilu."
With that said, he looks to you again. You watch him with attentive eyes that made him feel so seen... It kind of makes him nervous. He looks away, embarrassed, "Sorry, I'm ranting."
"No, it's alright."
"Okay, well, um, I like the rush too. Going so fast is really funâsorry, I'm," He shakes his head at himself, for he was being impolite. "talking too much."
"Neteyam, it's alright, really." You reassure him, wading over and placing a hand next to his. "I like listening to you."
"Oh."
It was meant to be encouragement so that he'd continue speaking without shame, but now he quiets down. Heat begins to pool in his cheeks and Neteyam wants to drench them in water, but not only would he have to get in the water with you, it would also be akin to splashing water over magma.
"Sorry, that wasâSu, I'll get to you later."
"Su?" Neteyam's curiosity overpowers his awkwardness and he turns to look.
"Short for Syulang." Seeing as he was more interested in you now, you allow your ilu to get the attention she wants. She digs her mouth into your palms, vigorously searching. "Su, you already got your dinner. I don't have anything else for you."
You raise your hands in the air, showing her that they're empty. When she sees them, she almost seems to roll her eyes at you. Instead, she huffs and leaves like a toddler having a tantrum.
Out of the corner of his eye, Neteyam catches a tsurak. It looks ominous and angry, only showing its eyes above the surface. He has half the mind to point it out until you say something that catches the tsurak's attention. "ZĂŹk, I know you're around here somewhere."
The tsurak swims over sort of begrudgingly and passively accepts your pets.
"ZÏk? Like tÏngÀzÏk?" Neteyam asks.
"Yeah, actually." You snicker, "TÏngÀzÏk is quite the problem. He was pretty hard to tame. Most of them are, anyway, so maybe I'm a little too on the nose. Nowadays, though," After you feed ZÏk, he actually seems to be enjoying your touch; or maybe the fish is still in his mouth and he's enjoying that. "he does seem to like me. Not that I really know."
Something else interests him. "I thought only those that completed their iknimaya could tame one."
"You'd be right."
"So you have completed it? But you're soâ" He cuts himself off with a cough, as he hadn't realized just how rude it'd be to say that.
"Young? Yeah, I know. Everybody loves to tell me." You brush it off with the shake of your head; it's a relief. "How about you? Have you completed it?"
"No, I've yet to complete my Uniltaron." Something in the back of his mind vaguely reminds him that the Metkayina don't have a Uniltaron. "My mom is afraid of me doing it because of how badly my father was hurt while he did it."
"Ough," You wince, "what is it?"
"Singing." Neteyam chuckles, "I don't know how my dad got hurt during that."
"The great Jake Sully, huh?" You ignore ZÏk's idle gnawing at your hand and hop up to sit next to Neteyam. "Anyway, the Metkayina have a different iknimaya. When I completed the trials, I got this."
When you pull your necklace up to show him the tattoo on your chest, Neteyam gasps softly. His eyes seem glued to the sight. It's rather cute.
"It's so cool..." He subconsciously traces a finger over the ink, not realizing just how intrusive he was being. He doesn't, however, miss how soft your skin feels. The tattoo looks like a heart to him, the kind his father had taught him to be the symbol of love for the sky people. "What does it mean?"
"It means "loved by the people", it more than displays a characteristic of mine, it's also a wish for it to stay that way forever."
He purses his lips, "And "the people"Â are?"
"The Metkayina, of course." As if Neteyam needed another reminder that the Metkayina didn't like him. He frowns, only with enough conscience to make it small so that you may not see.
"...but I'm open to anyone's love."
If that was targeted, Neteyam chooses not to believe it.
âŸââââœ
Neteyam never thought he'd miss home. He thought he'd always be with the Omatikaya.
Maybe this is how Kiri feels, like an outcast. He had listened to her multiple times over their life together, listened to how different she felt, and had never understood. After all, the two of them were surrounded by their people, the Omatikaya. Where their shelter in the mountains was, they were, and they were truly what home was.
But now that he lived within the Metkayina, he feels so out of place. It feels just like what Kiri described: being surrounded by her people but still feeling so different from them. The Metkayina and him were of the same species, they were all Na'vi, but at the same time, they were different. It wasn't just that either. All those people knew each other, thought themselves family, while he watched from the sidelines.
He missed home.
He's suddenly interrupted by you sitting next to him, although you don't seem intent on sitting idle for long. "KxĂŹ, Neteyam."
"KaltxĂŹ." He greets simply.
"Do you want to explore the ocean today?"
"FpvÏl..." He trails off, just to seem as though he was considering it. He really didn't want to do much in the ocean today, or on the shores. He felt rather dispirited. "Not really."
"Oh, well." You don't let the rejection last long. "How about the jungle, then?"
The jungle? Neteyam suddenly perks up, eyes wide and hopeful. "Can we?"
Ever since he caught a glimpse of a possible pathway within the dense tree line, he's wanted to go inside. Still, he wasn't so sure if he was really allowed to. His father would probably call it a distraction in the path of discipline, as Jake wanted to make sure his children fit in so their differences could be overlooked.
He thought you were just an excuse to go against his father's word and explore the jungle; except, you were more than that.
"Of course."
The island's jungle was nothing like that of the mainland. The trees, for one, were much more sparse; the shrubbery crowding the ground was short and the humidity was much harsher. It reminded him of home, though, and it was the closest thing he would have here.
However, the jungle was still beautiful. It was home to a variety of plants Neteyam had never seen before, and each had their own charm. There was a particular plant that resembled a giant fern, he couldn't really name it. Their stems were intertwined at the base and spread outward at the top, fading from blue to orange. Their leaves were ginormous, growing like feathers, and blue at the end. The plant's blue reminded him of the moonlight at home. Other plants, like fan-like flowers, deserved their own admiration too.
It didn't take long to reach the heart of the jungle. Even though the ocean was far, just like the people inhabiting it, the island embraced water. Wide waterfalls from the mountains and cascades all flowed into a center lake, their humidity forming rainbows anywhere he looked.
Finally, Neteyam took a seat and simply admired. You sat next to him. "I'll never get tired of this."
"You've been here before?" He asked.
"Mhm." You nodded, "Many times, actually. It's a good escape, this place, away from the people."
"I thought they loved you."
"They do, just.." You sigh, slouching slightly. "they're a bit overwhelming at times, you know?"
"Oh, yeah." He chuckles at the thought. He hadn't experienced it in what felt like a long time now; it was only a couple weeks in reality. He missed it, as annoying as it was at times.
"You do?" You ask, somewhat shocked.
"My father is Jake Sully." He said, as if it explained it all. It didn't, though, so he continued. "Everybody wanted to know what he was doing; and then, he was Olo'eyktan and I was, in turn, "prince". Everybody wanted to know what I was doing. Everybody wanted to talk to me and everybody had something to say."
"It's the same for me." You stretch your toes in the water and lean further back along the lake's shore. Neteyam hears a couple joints crack. "Ah, it's nice being on your own sometimes."
"But it doesn't feel the same once you've been alone for too long."
"How do you mean?" You ask, confusion spread throughout your face.
"You're not content." He fiddles with his fingers absentmindedly, picking at the lines on his hands. "People have filled every minute of your life, so when they're gone, you feel as though something is missing."
He wasn't really making sense to you. "But you're not alone."
"I'm not." He affirms, "But I'm not with friends or family, either. The Metkayina don't like me."
"Hey, I like you." Butterflies spread throughout his chest, prod at his nerves like they want to escape. He tries his best to ignore them.
"I know." He doesn'tâwell, hadn'tâbut he says it anyway. "So then, what about the others?"Â They think I have demon blood.
"You're right." You purse your lips.
Great, he was making you sad.
"You know what?" You suddenly stand with a renewed vigor. "Let's just forget about it all. Let's forget about other people and just explore, huh, 'Teyam?"
You wear the widest grinâthat he thinks looks real pretty on your faceâand offer him a hand which he takes immediately. With his hand in yours, you pull him to his feet with such strength he almost tips forward. Instead of making fun of him for it, you laugh and he can't help but join in.
"Come on, let me show you my favorite place."
Before you could show him many more of your other "favorite" places, the eclipse came down and you had to come home. That night, at the pods, you leave him with another promise, that you'll show him the rest.
âŸââââœ
You step off your ilu, greeting several people. Neteyam learned the other day it was sort of a routine for you.
As you walk from waist-deep in the ocean back to the shore, you swing your wet hair from behind your shoulder. You gather it in your hands and ring it out. Like a small waterfall, salt water spills from your hair and returns to the ocean. You swing your hair back over your shoulder and run a hand through your hair to push back the stray hairs from your face.
Neteyam finds himself a little mesmerized, but he snaps out of it when his brother speaks up.
"Look at him." Lo'ak grumbles, his chin resting boredly on his palm. "The Metkayina's perfect "little" boy."
Neteyam laughs inwardly. Right, his brother still wasn't sure whether you and Tsireya were promised to one another or not. He would've told him, but it was a bit funny seeing him be so jealous. "So you are admitting he's perfect?"
"If everyone's saying it, does it matter if I say it too?" Lo'ak argues.
"Eh," Neteyam shrugs, shaking his head side to side in a "more or less" motion. "I do think so. That means that you think he's prefect too."
"Well, he isn't." He huffs.
"Mhm." After beating his brother in the argument, Neteyam turns back to you. You're much closer now, but still a few ways off, and you're still saying hello to people. Just seeing you do it feels tiring. At least it gives him more time to admire you.
Your necklace hangs low below your neck, its bead arrangement falling tragically over your tattoo and covering the main attraction. Still, the image of it is ingrained in his mind. The symbol of a heart really suited you.
When, finally, you're close enough, you give him a wave. Lo'ak thinks it's more directed towards the two of you, so he begrudgingly waves too. In that moment, his brother reminds him of your tsurak ZĂŹk, but his thoughts are interrupted when you call to him.
"Ma Neteyam, you ready yet?!"
He only shoots you a thumbs up, for many people were already staring at the two of you and he didn't want to attract more attention, even though they'd begun to be more indifferent towards him.
"What does he mean ready?" Lo'ak's eyebrows furrow. He turns to his brother like he's a traitor.
"Sorry, bro, can't say." Neteyam simply replies, though he really can, he just loved to confuse his brother and see his hairy brows knitted together. He stands from his spot next to Lo'ak, readying to leave with you.
"I'm your brother, what could there possibly be that you can't say to me?"
"A lot of things." Neteyam finally turns away from Lo'ak entirely, leaving him to gape and catch bugs in his mouth.
"Let's go." You grin at Neteyam. In contrast, even though you see Lo'ak's weird expression, you only regard him with a small wave. "See ya, Lo'ak."
Far from his brother, Neteyam finally turns his head to give him a little shit-eating grin. Lo'ak only mouths to him words so rushed he can barely read them, You're falling for the golden boy??
And to that, and his brother, he proudly says yes. To himself, however, he doesn't quite know.
âŸââââœ
"Have you ever been up there?" Neteyam points, ambitiously, to the top of the highest mountain. It was merely the size of his thumb from here, but he knew that meant it would be so much bigger once he got close to it.
Honestly, what did he expect you to say? "No. That is at least a 3 day journey."
"I can make it an hour." He replies confidently. Oh, he was absolutely counting on you saying no.
"How?" You ask, falling into his plan.
Neteyam simply smirks and calls for his ikran. The call is nothing like you've ever heard before. Within a matter of minutes, she stands before you, posed majestically atop her claws. She was larger than most ilu and her skin was a beautiful green.
You'd only seen banshees during the Sully family's arrival to Awa'atlu. Needless to say, you were amazed.
"Hey girl." He takes her head in both his hands, petting her cheeks with his thumbs. She screeches positively. "I missed you too."
"Woah." You approach slowly.
In comparison to ilu, banshees seemed very intimidating; and ilu, harmless. Perhaps, in that way, banshees were more similar to skimwings. Though, skimwings tended to keep their antagonistic behavior against those that they weren't bonded with. If the same held up with banshees, you were about to find out.
Neteyam senses your hesitance and extends a hand towards you. "Don't worry. She won't bite."
You gulp, "Y'sure?"
"Loved by the people but not by animals?" He tries to rile you up. He understood why you were apprehensive, but he didn't think someone like youâtalented in just about anythingâwould have doubts about approaching an ikran.
"Animals and Na'vi are different, Neteyam." Still, you push on and offer the ikran a hand. She sniffs it first before turning back to Neteyam. Seems she's more interested in catching up with him than you, which is a relief because now you don't have to worry about dying.
Neteyam hops onto her neck, forming the bond. He beckons for you to follow. "Just sit down behind me and make sure to hold on, tight."
You follow his command and wrap your hands around his waist. Suddenly, he freezes, even though this is what he'd instructed you to do. To pass his misspeak off, he hooks one of your wrists above the other to tighten the hold, although it takes a toll on his nerves.
He clears his throat and declares, "Alright, we're off."
His ikran was new at carrying two people at once, not counting Tuk's little weight, but he knew she had the power to hold strong; and that, she did. She handled the two of you just like normal, and for that he'd make sure to thank her with treats.
"This is so cool."
Neteyam thinks it's a crime that you're not screaming yet, so he pats his ikran at the base of her wing and tells her to go faster.
He, of course, remains passive. This kind of speed, this environment, it's something he loves; but mostly, it was something he was used to.
You, on the other hand, "Wooo! This exactly like you described! I've never been so high before!"
He chuckles at your enthusiasm, "How does the wind feel?"
"Like it bites!" You laugh excitedly, daring to even stick a hand up and feel the air push it back. "Feels so refreshing, though!"
Having your affirmation, Neteyam decides to dive. "Alright, get ready."
"For?"
He doesn't reply, as your surprise would be spoiled and that was the fun of it. Instead, he leans forward, leaving you to do the same in anticipation. It's only a matter of seconds before the ikran dives.
"PELA'ANG NETEYAM!"
Your arms around his waist squeeze around him tighter, and he only thinks about it for a second. Your reaction, he finds more entertaining, even if you do scream in his ear.
The dive feels like you're riding on the back of a throwing spear, cutting through the air towards its destination. The air screams into your ears like a warning, its fight against your body like a constant geyser.
"Teyamâ" You call. He doesn't respond. "Neteyam! Pull up!"
At the rate you were going at, you were going to crash into the lake, and today was not the day you wanted to return to Eywa.
"Scared?"
"'Course I am!"
Perhaps it was your sudden fear of heights or his experience, but he still felt as though there was plenty of time left. Neteyam laughs at your nerves, but to your benefit, he pulls up before he usually would.
"Phew." Your head falls onto his back. You're exhausted of his antics.
"How was it?" Neteyam asks innocently, like he wasn't just about to possibly cause your death.
"I thought we were going up to the mountain." You grumble.
"Oh, we are, just..." He doesn't actually have an excuse, not that he feels like needs one. "I mean, that was funny, wasn't it?"
"To you."
âŸââââœ
Neteyam made good on his promise and you arrived at the mountain within the hour. But, because of your many dutiesâcommunal breakfast, hunting, meaningless conversationsâit was going to be night soon.
You only had so much time, but you sat not doing much of anything anyway. The peak of the mountain was hardly anything worth exploring. It wasn't so big and only inhabited plants that dared to grow high. What the peak really offered was a view.
"Can hardly see the pods from here." You remark, sitting on a fallen log behind him.
"Yep." Neteyam sits on the cliff, boldly swinging his legs over the edge. He was less looking at Awa'atlu and more at the jungle. "This place is very blue."
The tips of the giant ferns were blue, and they faced up towards the sky. The heart of the jungle was a large lake, and Neteyam learned up here that the tree line surrounding it wasn't so long. Apart from the vague blob of a shape the large clearing drew, there wasn't much else worth admiring. So he turns his gaze up, towards the other islands.
"Does every island have a village?" Neteyam asks, gesturing towards the many islands he could see. There were enough to fill from Awa'atlu to the horizon.
"There's only so many major villages on the larger islands, but yes. There's at least one Na'vi on every single one of those islands... mmph, well," You chuckle, "maybe not that one." You point towards one barely the size of one of your necklace's beads.
Neteyam doesn't reply, so the conversation naturally stops there. He turns his gaze towards something else, the empty space without islands. The ocean was blue, and so was the sky, and it felt like a monotony; but also, the ocean was a deep blue, like him, and the sky lighter, like you. Maybe that meant something.
"How do you handle being so perfect?"
"What?"
"I mean," Neteyam turns to you and holds your gaze, "you're the youngest hunter yet still very competent."
You shake your head with a sigh, "I'm not perfect, Neteyam."
"But the people think otherwise." He stands only to sit next to you. "They love you."
"They don't love me because I do all these great things. They don't love me for being a good warrior or a good hunter, not for taming a tsurak or for being able to throw spears well." You scoot closer to him. He hates seeing that frown on your face. "They love me because of who I am."
In other words, "They see you."
"Yes."
That's how the Omatikaya saw him. Not for being the son of his father or his mother, and not for the duties he fought hard to uphold; they saw him, and ironically, he only realizes after leaving them. Would the Metkayina ever see him the same way?
As the sun and the moon lined up for the eclipse signifying night time, the conversation comes to a stop. It was something that happened daily, and to you, something you'd grown used to. Neteyam, too, had grown used to it, but he was sure that if it stopped, he'd miss it.
"We should head down."
"Yeah."
Neither of you move.
When the last of the daylight leaves, and the moons take over, Neteyam looks down again becomes something catches his attention. "Woah."
Many things glowed purple under the moonlight: the tips of the ferns, specks in the lake, and specks in the village. They were a wonderful sight, flickering vividly under the moonlight like another set of stars. His gaze found the moving lights of the village, likely large groups of Na'vi coming together for dinner. They come from the bright seawall terraces, blend in with the long lines of luminescent fish within the water, then emerge again at the beach; because as important as whatever they were doing was, being with their people for something as simple as eating was more important.
The Metkayina would never be Omatikaya, they would never be the people he grew up with, but he could find solace in them still; for they were all Na'vi.
He would just have to prove it to them first.
âŸââââœ
Neteyam dips his hand in the water. The salt stings a little against his bruised knuckles, but he ignores it. He cups a good amount of water and brings it to his lips. The wound on those sting too, but it's nothing compared to the pain he felt when he actually received the injury. 'Sides, he's felt worse pains from covering up for Lo'ak plenty of times before. This was nothing.
He pulls his hand away from his lips and observes it. Blood runs down his fingers. It's crimson and thick, much the same as his bond with Lo'ak. He'd done it several times before, and he'd do it again, to stand with his brother; because if not him, who else did he have?
"Neteyam!" Back from a hunt, like always.
Wiya, he didn't want you to seem like this, but if he hid himself from you, you'd be even more suspicious.
He cups a larger amount of water and wipes his face again, hoping to get rid of all the blood staining his skin. He rubs with his hands, but when they part from his face, you're squat next to him curiously.
Neteyam suddenly stands, forcing you to stand too.
Though he had made it up in his mind that he couldn't hide his injuries from you, he's nervous of the outcome. You'd be curious, you'd ask, he'd tell you, and you'd come in defense of your brothers.
So, he looks away from you, though unfortunately you're on his right, the side of his lips that got split.
"What happened to you?"
He purses his lips, his hands balling up into fists at his sides. So much for this friendship, he thinks.
When Neteyam doesn't respond, you take the other side of his jaw between your thumb and forefinger, gently pulling him to look at you.
Before he turned his head to you, his gaze had been downcast, and that translated to when you moved it. He catches a glimpse of your tattoo, loved by the people. It only solidifies the outcome in his head.
"Neteyam." You say, your voice stern with him for the first time. "Who did this to you?"
It's not something he likes, that tone, especially coming from you, but he obeys your silent pleads to explain. "Ao'nung.. and his friends called Kiri a freak. They mocked Lo'ak. Called us all "not real Na'vi". Lo'ak picked a fight with them and I had to back him up."
You're silent for a long time, instead of spewing your anger at him. Anticipation builds up in his chest as he awaits your response, but it doesn't come. Curiously, he allows himself to look up at you and catch your eyes.
Angry. You were angry. But you don't look, not at him, you look towards the ocean.
"(y/n)?"
"Ao'nung just left for a hunt." Your hand leaves his jaw as you part from him, "I can catch up, teach him a lesson."
You only take a few steps, each laced with a heavy intent, before he stops you. He's quick to step in front of you, taking one of your hands in his as another precaution. "You really don't have to. I already taught him a lesson when I punched him, and Lo'ak went to go apologize already."
"Apologize?" You ask. He can hear the absolute shock in your voice. "For standing up against his insults?"
Neteyam nods slowly, knowing that it's not fair either. "Yes."
"Who told him to apologize? Because if there's anything I know about Lo'ak, it's thatâ"
"My father." He says before you can waste your breath. He knows that, after hearing that it's Jake that commanded his son to "make peace" with his own bullies, you won't stand against him. Because the mighty Jake Sully knew better.
But some things, he doesn't know for sure. "Even your father doesn't defend you?" A nasty scowl grows on your lips. That knowledge provokes you even more. You begin your furious march again, unbothered by his hand.
"(y/n)." He gives a harsh tug.
"Neteyam." Your sudden stop causes you to stomp on the sand. Its grains kick up explosively in the air like a reflection of your anger. "I have to defend you."
"If you do that, your tattoo's wish won't be fulfilled!" He protests, throwing his free hand up into the air. "(y/n), if they see you coming in defense of a demon, they're going to be pissed."
"A demon?" You step closer to him, shaking your head solemnly. "You're not a demon."
"They think otherwise..." He mutters, looking away.
"I have to show them what I see." You put a warm hand on his cheek and Neteyam feels as though it dwarfs his face; it doesn't help the spreading warmth on his cheeks either. "Neteyam, I see you."
His heart hammers within his chest like it'll burst. He doesn't know what to say. "Iâ"
"Physically, you may be different, but you and me, we are the same. We are Na'vi. You don't deserve the way they're treating you." Everything you said, it's all he wanted to hear. "Oel ngati kameie, ma Neteyam."
He dared, because he couldn't help it, to place a kiss on your lips. It's only a peck, but it brings joy to your eyes.
"You see me, so you know that I am capable of showing the Metkayina that my family and I are not different. I can come in defense of myself, as I did against Ao'nung. Oel ngati kameie, ma (y/n), " He saw you. A boy so kind, a boy that loved him so much, that he was willing to sacrifice what everybody thought of him just to love him. But it wasn't something that he wanted. "but I don't need your help. You don't need to give away everything just for me."
"But nothing's stopping me from doing so."
"That is precisely why I need you to trust me." He pushes your necklace away and places his hand above your tattoo. "Because you may know what I deserve, but I know too that you don't deserve to lose everything. Okay?"
And though it pains you so, you will do what he asks. You bring his hand up and press a kiss to his aching knuckles. "Okay."
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âmama?â seâayl yells from across your marui. âwill you braid my hair again before bedtime?â
âof course, little love. i just have to get nima tucked in first, and help tsantu finish weaving his armband. then, i will have some time to braid your hair before bed, okay?â you say gently, placing a kiss to your eldest daughtersâ head.
âmama! mama, look!â txonuk exclaims, waving his toruk toy around in the air. when he sees youâre occupied with seâayl, he decides to make his way over to nima. âheâs gonna get you, nima!â
nima squeals, running straight to neteyam. âdaddy! daddyyy! ânuk teasinâ me!â
neteyam scoops nima up in one swift movement, glancing down at txonuk unamused.
âtxonuk. what have i told you? no riling your sister up before bed.â
txonuk gives a small pout, sighing before running over to tsantu, in hopes that heâll play along.
âtsantu, toruk is coming for you!â he begins to fly the toy over tsantuâs head, whoâs too busy learning how to finish the weave of his armband.
âtxonuk, no heâs not. toruk is gone, grandpa said so himself. donât be silly.â tsantu sighs, continuing to work on his weaving.
txonukâs lower lip trembles, as he runs the few feet to his sleeping mat, curling up on it. he raises the toruk toy above his head, sniffling as he attempts to entertain himself.
after tucking nima in with your mate, you glance over at txonukâs sleeping mat. noticing the shift in your sonâs behavior, you standing up, making your way over. slowly and gently, you approach him, kneeling beside his mat.
âtxonuk? what is it?â you say quietly, very gently as you reach a hand out to rest it on his small shoulder.
txonuk turns to face you, his eyes wet and his lower lip quivering.
âno one will play with me, mama.â he sniffles, rubbing his tiny fists over his eyes.
your lips turn to a slight frown, as you rest a hand over your sonâs curls.
âwell, it is bedtime, little love. your siblings are very tired, thatâs why we go to sleep now, so we can wake up in a better mood tomorrow!â you glance over at neteyam, whoâs helping tsantu finish his armband. sighing, you smile at the sight, as you scoop your youngest son up in your arms.
âi know what will cheer you up. how about we take a little walk to the pond? it looks very beautiful this time of night, i think youâll love it.â you smile down at your son, tucking a curl behind his ear.
txonuk raises a fist to his eye, rubbing it gently as he rests his cheek against your shoulder. âokay, momma.â
you carry your youngest son over to your mate, leaning in to whisper âiâm just taking him to the pond. i wonât be too long.â you place a quick kiss to neteyamâs cheek, tousling your eldest sonâs hair. âthat looks wonderful, tsantu.â
âmmm..have fun.â neteyam whispers back, gently placing a kiss to your forehead. âmaybe you and i can go back after theyâre all asleep?â
âweâll see.â you give neteyam a wink before carrying txonuk out of your marui.
âmomma, wanna get down, please.â txonuk says, squirming out of your arms. as you gently place him on the forest floor, the bioluminescence begins to glow around his feet. each step illuminates your path to the small pond your family goes to swim in.
âmomma! momma!â txonuk begins to tug on your loincloth as you approach the now colorfully lit up pond.
âitâs beautiful, isnât it?â you smile at your son, taking his hand in yours as you walk closer to the edge of the pond. txonuk holds onto your leg as you wade in the water.
âmomma, look! fishies! theyâre glowing, too!â txonuk exclaims, clinging tightly to your leg. he glances over, noticing something shift out of the corner of his eye. âkenten!â txonuk whispers loudly, his face lighting up as he walks the few feet to get closer to the creature. as he reaches a finger out to touch it, the lizardâs wings fan open, beginning to spin and glow. txonuk sighs, watching the lizard fly off. âawww, he went away.â
âitâs all right, there has to be a few more around here, txonuk. oh, look! thereâs another one!â you point out. a few feet away, another lizard is crawling on the branch itâs perched on. txonuk hurriedly walks the few feet to meet it, fascinated with the creature.
âcan i touch him?â txonuk asks, already lifting his finger towards the creature.
âwell, you can try, little love, but he might just-â you begin to say, as the lizard spreads its wings and flies off just as txonuk is about to touch it. â-fly away. i donât think they like being touched. itâs best we just leave them be, okay?â you brush one of the curls from your sons face, smiling at him.
txonuk nods in agreement, as he yawns, stretching his arms up. âmomma, iâm getting sleepy.â
âdo you want to head back home? do you want me to carry you, or would you like to walk?â you ask gently.
txonuk silently answers by stretching his arms up towards you. in one quick movement, you scoop him up, cradling him close as you begin to walk home.
âcan we come back tomorrow at night too, momma?â txonuk asks, his eyelids growing heavy as they struggle to stay open.
âof course we can. but we have to get a good nights sleep first.â you say, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head.
as you approach your home, you carefully brush past the opening flap of your marui. slipping inside, you walk txonuk over to his mat, laying him down carefully.
âhow was it? how is he feeling now?â neteyam whispers, approaching you from the other side of your marui, where he was working on stringing seâaylâs bow while waiting for you to return home.
you tuck one of txonukâs curls behind his ear, leaning in to kiss his forehead gently before standing. âit was nice. he wanted to touch all of the kenten.â you say, a small giggle escaping your lips at the memory from only moments ago.
neteyam chuckles at this, wrapping his arms around you from behind as he rests his chin on your shoulder. âmmm. iâm glad you were able to spend some time with him alone.â
âme too. he loves it, he wants to go back tomorrow, as a family.â you turn around to face your mate, who swiftly picks you up, carrying you to your shared sleeping mat.
âwe can arrange that.â he grins, setting you down gently before settling in beside you. âyouâre sure you donât want to head back now?â
âhmmâŠi donât know if iâd make it there awake. iâm exhausted. but we always can tomorrow..â you whisper, nuzzling into your mateâs chest.
âtomorrow it is.â neteyam places a kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around you as you drift off to sleep.
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When The Time Comes ( 1. )
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Sully family x Sully!reader, oc x Sully!reader
IN WHICH the future Tsahik of the Omaticaya and oldest daughter of Jake and Neytiri, Y/N has always carried the heavy weight of future duties. Her trouble making antics can only aggravate her relationship her family...and somehow drive her to meet a certain grumpy Omaticayan.
Warnings: use of Y/N ONCE, literally.
The OC [Moârata] faceclaim <-
WC: 6k
A/N: YALL IK THAT THE PIC IS A FEMALE NAVI but it's just a face claim so who cares. plus we love ourselves an androgynous queen. ANYWAYS ENJOYđ
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Ever since Neytiri had given birth to you, your parents had known that you would be a mighty child. Jake could already picture the future little warrior that you would become. Though it wasnât something that he wished upon you, because he and Neytiri knew of the dangers of war more than anybody else.
Although when your first instinct was to grab onto one of his locks with a force that he ignored a newborn could even possess, he knew that he had nothing to worry about. The Sully genes ran thick in your blood.
Neytiriâs yellow eyes glistened as she observed you, so innocent yet not frail. You were a strong baby, blessed by Eywa herself with a strong soul. Moâat said that she could feel it, as well as your connection with Eywa herself.
Soon after, your little family welcomed their first born son into their arms. With open arms and an open heart, Neteyam had become your brother. He was worshipped and presented under the many eyes of the Omatikaya as they chanted his name in joy, just like they had done with you.
Jake watched as his babies went from the pure chubby bundles of joy that they were into the fine warriors that they were today. Soon enough, he watched as his family grew. From his firstborn to his second child, to his now big family of 7. He did often happen to miss when you all were just toddlers, innocent children shielded from the wrath of war and duties. Innocent children who would attempt to run away from his inescapable grip as he tickled them relentlessly.
âWhat did I say before leaving? You are spotters, all of you!â your father began to scold you and both your brothers, Neteyam and Loâak, as soon as your Ikrans had reached the platforms.
âAnd you,â he pointed towards your frame and your ears downturned at his judgement. âI told you to keep an eye on your brothers and all you did was disobey again. What you did today was foolish and dangerous!â he seethed and Neytiri side-eyed him when he raised his voice a little too high. His eyebrows furrowed from anger as he glared at your unwavering form.
âDid you hear me?â he hollered, which momentarily broke your composure as you looked away from his blazing glare.
âYes, sir.â Neytiri sighed at the subtle mocking tone in your answer. He was about to counter before Neytiri thankfully came at your rescue.
âMa Jake, Your son is actually bleedingâŠâ
Jake sighed as he ran a hand across his face, features pinched in stress. He did not wish to face his unruly daughter now, but he knew that he had to.
âGo get your brothers treated now wonât you, you might as well do that right.â He sneered as Neytiri smacked him across the back of his head. Loâak look down in guilt as he was now victim of your sharp glare. You everted your eyes back to your father to speak but he beat you to it. âAnd take that shit off your face.â he jabbed at your warrior's face paint.
âIâm sure they can treat themselves their own, since theyâre independent enough now.â You raised your eyebrows towards your younger brothers, which they only shrunk under your gaze.
They knew not to take it to heart and that you did not particularly mean what you were implying. Well maybe just a little, and siblings fought all of the time anyways. It was not new to them.
Though this time it was truly your brotherâs fault. He was the one that had decided to run off to grab a gun and he was the one that had gotten you all injured in the first place. Neteyam had tried to argue with him at first but nonetheless joined him in the hunt for a weapon after following him to the ground.
You mounted your Ikran once more before setting off, escaping your duties once more as your family was left to wonder where you had escaped to this time.
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Your Ikran had left to rest nearby about a few minutes prior. Meanwhile, you were busy exploring the bioluminescent vegetation around you. Oftentimes brushing your hands across the large variation of non-toxic plants that littered the forest.
You were in search of a certain type of berry, one that was only found in deeper regions of the forest. Despite its rare shares, the fruit is one of the most desired desserts in the forests of Pandora, known for its sweet and unique taste. You were aware that your siblings all adore the delicacy, and you were searching for a way to pardon yourself for your previous absences. SooooâŠ..
After 20 minutes of searching, you had found no sign of the berry nearby, though you had found a litter of Viperwolf cubs. At first you did not wish to have anything to do with the cubs, no matter how adorable you found them. Solely because of the fact that their mother was standing right besides them, and you did not want to unnecessarily kill one of Eywaâs creation if she decides to attack you. Though when the cubs found their own way around your legs while nearly tripping you, their mother had not dared to move - deeming you a trustable Naâvi.
You still knew better than to try and pet her though.
Before you could even kneel down to pet the cubs, a new presence had rushed past you by force, knocking you over. The cubs all whined as they ran back to their mother, who she recognized the scent of a hunter amongst thousands of others. So she ran, taking her pups away and leaving you to deal with this stranger.
Upon first glance you had not recognized the man, though it had nothing to do with the fact that all you were greeted with was the simple sight of his bare back. You growled at the audacity of this rude stranger, ears pointing up in displeasure.
âLook at what you have done, you successfully ruined today's hunt. Marvellous job!â The stranger sneered. He had a rough voice that matched his sharp personality really well.
âWe do not even consume Viperwolves..â you stated, although it came out sounding more like a question.
âWe eat whatever we can catch, it does not matter if âwe do not consumeâ them or not.â he mocked you with his snarky comment. Your face twisted to one of disgust at the idea of this man eating something such as a thanator, those things just look exteriorly expired.
The stranger kneeled down on one knee besides the previous viperwolf nest. He slid a finger on the paw print engraved in the dirt, bringing it close to his eyes to inspect. You watched with curious eyes at the huntsmanâs antics, just as he huffed in annoyance.
âYou didnât just ruin todayâs hunt, but a delicious meal too at that.â he paused for a moment before turning around to you. Your eyes widened at him, seemingly he was nothing of what you had expected.
He was about a head taller than you as he stood up high on both of his feet, his stance was intimidating but you did not falter. He held a muscular and well defined build, props to all of the training that he mustâve endured. He tilted his head to the side with a scornful grin as you checked him out, but you were not affected by his teasing.
His broad shoulders and toned stomach could make any Omatikayan woman lose their footing. Unfortunately for him, his facial features only seemed to repulse or frighten them away. Your round yellow eyes traced his sharp jawline, which was a common trait in most Naâvi. Although for some reason, none of them had ever entranced you as much as his had.
He scoffed as you continued to check him out, turning around after he had gotten enough of your staring. The unexpected sound of your laughter however, got him to turn around once more. His eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement.
âIs the almighty stranger afraid of a woman's gaze?â you poked at his ego but truly, yes he was. His pride was too big for him to agree with you, so he simply rolled his yellow iris at your taunting.
At his lack of response, you decided that you were not quite done with your teasing. You approached him while maintaining secure eye contact, getting all up in his personal space as you stood right ahead of him. His breath hitched at the closeness, but his deep scowl would not give him away.
He watched impatiently as your eyes scanned his features once more. From his notched ear to the many size-ranging scars that cluttered his face, a proof that he was a full time huntsman. He had what seemed like charcoal powder around his eyes, adding to his already intimidating look.
âQuit staring, you demon. I've got to catch up to that prey that you drove away.â He grumbled as he shoved you away, curtly using one hand to push at your shoulder while the other one gripped harshly at his bow.
You were left speechless at his comment, how dared he? Him, a simple labourer, insulting you (and subtly your family too).
âAye skxawng, do you even know who youâre talking to?â you tilted your head towards him, nose scrunched up at his rudeness.
âEverybody knows who you are, your family is filled with demon hybrids. Iâm sure that your family name is well spoken of in other clans as well.â he bashed and backtracked to leave once more but your airplane ears and furrowed eyebrows should have told him that something was coming for him.
You ran up to him before shoving his shoulders back with force, bearing your canines at him in a venomous hiss. Another thing that you had acquired from your mother was her assertiveness.
âYou will not disrespect my family, you got it? or else I'll deal with you myself, scum!â you spat, and as much as he liked getting a rise out of you, he knew better than to add fire to the flame. He knew of your achievements as a fighter, because honestly, who didnât? He could despite your family of demons all he wanted but he had to come to terms with the fact that those same exact demons were ruling his clan.
The man raised his hands in mocking surrender as a wicked grin overtook his expression. You refrain yourself from personally going over to punch that look out of his face as he leaves. You too had decided that you had stayed out too late, and that your family was probably starting to get worried.
But just there, from the corner of your eyes had you spotted it. recognizable from itâs beautiful red color, a Sarisa berry bush.
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Later that night at dinner, your seat had remained vacant once more. There was a loud-silence that filled the room and the tension was thick enough to be sliced through with a dagger. Tuk volunteered in an attempt to soothe everyoneâs nerves by giving them a free âconcertâ, which she ended up getting all of her siblings present to join in. Soon enough, the Sullyâs tent was filled with laughter and loud chanting.
Your father however was left to sulk in his corner, fingers working precisely on threading his damaged arm band. He just couldnât pinpoint when things had begun to fail with you. He knew as much as the countless times that he had scolded you during your youth. For things like you sneaking away during eclipse to go play with nearby Viperwolf cubs. Or in moments where you had stupid fights with neighbouring Naâvi children.
Though when you grew to understand the duties that were to be thrown upon you once you were to grow up, you began running off more often. Disobeying the strict orders that the other Sullys were deemed to adhere to. It was harsh for the younger you, you liked being free and careless. Not overwhelmed with responsibilities.
Neytiri had tried to reason with you, telling you that everyone had responsibilities and that it was inevitable. You understood that, really, but the responsibilities of the Tsahik and of a normal Naâvi were far different. She tried telling you that your father meant the best for you, that his scolding was because he cared for you, but after you continued with your antics - she found herself siding with her mate more.
You did not find any interest in a healerâs job, and you knew that as Tsahik, that would be a part of your everyday life. You were a fighter, like your mother and father, like your brothers.
She was keen and observing, because she was a mother and leader after all. She had noticed how you begin distancing yourself more after the birth of your latest sister, Tuktirey. She deemed that it was perhaps a bit of jealousy and that it would falter soon after you had met your sister.
It wasnât that you hated your sister, never that. You loved Tuk with your whole existence and thereâs never a day that passess by where you donât tell yourself that you would sacrifice everything for her, much like your mother had promised herself for you.
You were just overwhelmed with everything, and sometimes you did truly envy your sisters for their lack of chores. Sometimes you wished that Kiri was bound to become Tsahik, because you knew that her connection with Eywa was pure and incredibly strong. You had seen it with your own eyes when she had asked you to come to the forest with her. Everyone saw it.
When you made your appearance in your familyâs tent, a toothy smile consumed your face as you watched with joy as your family was bonding. You approached them with little to no stealth, in a failed attempt to scare them.
At the sight of you, Neytiriâs ears raised in happiness. She was happy to see her girl back home, all safe and by the sight of the warm smile on your face, recognizably happy. Loâak spotted you first, but remained quiet as he saw you sneaking behind the little Tuk. Who she, was busy hitting all the high notes.
She was cut off by a squeal as you pinched her sides, using little force to pull her lightweight figure into you. Her loud giggles filled the room as you turned her around in your arms, holding her up on your hips with one hand while the other wrapped around her smaller back.
âYou are back.â Kiri beamed at you, before standing up from her spot to join you in yours.
Jake watched as Tukâs feet accidentally brushed against the burlap sack that was attached to your hip. A singular Sarisa berry falling from it. You younger siblings eyes widening at the sight, all rushing towards you as Tuk struggled to wiggle out of your grip.
Your laughter filled every inch of the tent as you threw your head back in laughter from your siblingâs reactions. Neteyam looked down with flushed cheeks as he was embarrassed by his childish behaviour.
âHere, you can all have a few,â you revealed as you opened your sachet filled with the berries. Their eyes practically glowed as you allowed them to take their fair share. Neteyam gave your head a loving pat, despite being younger than you, he always acted like he was the oldest.
Neteyam was responsible and wise, truly the golden child of the family. Sometimes you resent yourself for taking the Oloâeyktan chance from him because you had been born first. He was always quick to reassure you that he didnât care and that in his eyes, youâll always be the best warrior. The love you held for your brother was beyond the length of the lands of pandora. For the rest of your family as well.
Kiri thanked you sweetly before going back to her spot, and Loâak being Loâak, just grabbed more than he shouldâve and took off running before you could scold him for it.
You looked back down at Tuk that had already passed out of your chest, sticky residue left around her mouth as she had been stealthily stealing more fruits while you were talking to your siblings. You scavenged around the tent for a spare piece of cloth as you found one near a bucket of water, exactly what you needed. You swiftly dipped the cloth in the bucket, squeezing the excess water as best as you could with one hand before bringing it back up to clean your little sister's fruity mess.
You silently thanked Eywa as Kiri had volunteered in taking Tuk into her care until they all went to sleep. You slipped the bag off your waist before moving to where your parents sat, legs crossed on the floor.
You shoved the bag next to them as you offered them their share. There wasnât much left because of your devious siblings, but it was just dessert after all. After waiting too long for them to react you grabbed your fathers hand as he watched you, his ears flicking back in surprise. You shoved some fruits into his before doing the same with your mother.
Neytiriâs eyes flickered down between her hand and Jakeâs, before looking at your now empty bag.
âAre you not having any, âiteâ (daughter)
âI am not hungry, saânokâ (mother)
In reality, you had been craving the fruit for Eywa knows how long before. Though your offering of the fruit was for the demand of forgiveness, and you were not about to take what you had shared to your family for your own pleasure.
âLies! I have lived on this earth for many years surrounded by liars,â she casted a quick glance to her mate as she made a snarky reference to the time where he had betrayed the Naâvi, Though they had moved away from this long ago. Jake had known that she was just joking around. .
âI know when you lie, I am your mother after all. So you will eat and you will not speak!â Neytiri finished before she grabbed one berry from her own pile, shoving it in your move before you could refuse. You chewed bregudgly on the berry before bursting out laughing alongside your mother, your cheeks were bloated from the berry that you were still chewing.
You laughed carelessly with her, her hand moving to cup your cheek as her thumb ran loving circles onto your skin. For a moment, you had looked towards your father and to your surprise, you saw him chuckling at you both.
It filled your heart to the brim, and you felt like it would explode from the love that you received in this tent. Your father gave you a warm smile that you reciprocated, before Neytiri forced you to consume more fruits. Claiming that you havenât been eating enough recently. Then, the laughter had been revived and the night had slowly died out as you had all made your ways into your mats for a good night's sleep.
The arguments had been forsaken for the night as for once in a long time, Jake had been your father, and not Jake Sully or Toruk Makto.
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It had been a little over three months ever since your first interaction with the Naâvi, three months since your father had last scolded you and three months since your mother had begun to notice the subtle changes within your behaviour.
You would often sneak off during eclipse and come back at some completely random time. While she was used to this since you were younger, she noticed how you sometimes returned with random trinkets or with the widest grin that she had ever seen on your face.
You had thought that you were slick with your little escapades, but to be honest, your whole family was probably aware of it by now. At some point in time, you had arrived back home past sleeping hours to all of your siblings awaiting you ahead of the tent. Minus Tuk, that was peacefully snoring away.
Kiri was the first one to notice at first, besides your mother. She had noticed that you had been chirpier, having more will to do your everyday tasks. She was happy for you, so happy that she had set a quest among herself and her brothers to find out who your mystery lover was.
Lover. You were far from that. yet.
Not long after your first argument with the man, you had learnt that the stranger was named Moârata. You had attempted to inform yourself from your group of friends and surprisingly, they knew of him. Though, they knew of him in a way that did 0 justice to the manâs already poor reputation.
By what Miraha, your closest friend - had told you; he was far from the type of boy that you wanted yourself affiliated with. He was rude and totally outspoken. You had rolled your eyes at the news because that had been made clear every since your first meeting. You had heard a couple of stories about the man. About how he had once tried to court a Naâvi womanâs couple of years ago, and how he had gotten totally rejected because of his appearance.
That had made you feel uncharacteristically dejected, though he had not deserved to be treated in such a way. You had felt so bad because it was him.
Soon enough your meetings with the man began to double, triple and soon enough, you had been meeting him every single night during eclipse.
Whether your nights had been spent on an Ikran, racing and feeling the wind all brushing through your hair or full pledged roasting matches - you couldnât help but feel things you wished not to feel for the man.
Your father had been completely against the idea of you being with the man at first, and still was. When he had first discovered that your little outings were spent with Moârata, it had been during a feasting celebration at the village. When you had both been returning to the village after another Ikran race, you had completely missed the way that the village was completely lighten up. Stupid had you both been, because who on Pandora could have missed the blazing lights of fire during eclipse?
You were both racing back towards the village as you were ahead of him, to which he was completely in disagreement with. He rushed past you, nearly knocking the light out of you as he pushed past.
Childish was what your mother had thought of you guys when you had entered the village, all sweaty and out of breath from your previous challenge.
You had nearly crashed into his toned chest as he had turned to meet your eyes, his own as wide as saucers as he noticed the presence of the other Omatikaya. As you made inevitable contact with him, you let out a scruffy âoofâ before he caught you in his arms. Both hands holding you by the waist as your hands rested on his forearms. You wouldâve usually loved the intimacy if it hadnât been for the recognizable inappropriate tune of your brotherâs whistle, a tune to mock your intimacy with the man. Something that he had definitely learnt from the human that always followed him like a lost puppy, who he was currently laughing alongside Loâak.
You both quickly separated and stood straight before the Oleâeyktan and his family. Your family. Moârata knew that he should have felt scared, or more the less intimidated, but he didnât. Because one gaze at your frame was enough to soothe his nerves. You were trying your hardest not to burst out laughing at your fathers seething form, before completely shattering under pressure. He too, soon broke under the spell of your unruly laughter, falling under the harsh glare of the Oleâeyktan.
Neteyam and Kiri shared a look between them before joining in the fit as well, although much more subtle because your father was very much still seething and very much still beside them. Neteyam placed a comforting hand upon his fathers shoulder and so did Neytiri, silently asking him to spare you just for this night. To save everyoneâs festive night from his selfish judgement.
He sighed before shoo-ing his beloved ones hands away and telling the people to resume on with their feasts. You turned to look at Moârata once more, but to your surprise he was already staring at you.
He was mesmerised by the way you had been looking so angelic under the golden glaze of the torches. You chuckled before grabbing his hand, swiftly pulling him away to probably go and get lost in some random part of the forest for the 6th time this week.
He could only do anything but complain, because he would get lost every single day of his life if it meant getting lost with you.
After that night your little siblings had all tried to convince you that you had a little crush on the Naâvi, but youâd always lie and deny their accusations. Plus little was an understatementâŠ
âYouâre staring,â Neteyam teased as he gently elbowed you.
âOoooooh sister be careful, youâre drooling!â Loâak joined in the teasing, rolling in laughter alongside spider, to whom youâd just glare and roll your eyes at.
Truthfully so you had been staring for a little long at the Naâvi, but youâd claim that it was because he was strange. Ironically so, almost a little hypocritically too because you were deemed strange as well. given your five fingers and fully developed eyebrows that no normal Naâvi had. Moârata had made it clear to you that he deemed you and your family as demons anyways, so you had all your rights to claim him as weird.
Though as of recently, he had begun to see you in a new light. To see your five fingers and the odd hairs above your eyes as something that he would wish to see everyday.
You had learnt along the way that Moârata was more or less a loner, due to his incredibly hostile attitude. When youâd heard the news you had rolled your eyes and claimed that it was no surprise. You had heard no records of his family and assumed that they were no more and that this could maybe explain his behaviour, but never excuse it.
You found yourself more at peace in the presence of Tuk, because she was the only one whose innocence shielded her from noticing the longing stares that youâd send the man. She would not once question or even acknowledge her other siblings teasing you about Moârata, she had her priorities set. As of now, her priorities were to re-braid your hair, and you were sure that she was set on making this the most painful braiding session that you had ever endured.
Tears gathered involuntarily in your big round eyes as your sister kept pulling with no avail, curse her for inheriting that sully blood. Soon enough your whole family had gathered into the marui as eclipse was soon to arrive.
It was not yet time for dinner, but you had already prepared yourself to leave the tent a little earlier tonight. You grabbed your bow, one that you rarely even used because you were more fond of your dagger and spear. You had thought that you were sleek with you sneaking, but your father had caught onto your tail before you could vanish into thin air.
You swiftly turned around as your tail fell in between your legs, cheeks turning a pale shade of indigo as you felt embarrassed to have been caught sneaking out. Clearly you were not the sneakiest naâvi on this land.
Jake looked at you with a raised brow, arms crossed as Neytiri grinned at him from her sitting spot.
âYou are not running off with that skxawng, he is a bad influence!â He ranted as he turned away from you to look at his other children that were fighting over some game that was definitely made for children of Tukâs age.
âBut da-â
âNo buts, youâre staying here tonight and it has already been decided!â he cuts you off, running a hand down his creased forehead. Having kids was definitely a harder chore than being a leader and the poor man prayed for Eywa to give him some inner peace.
You suddenly gasped loudly, bringing a hand to your mouth as you looked at your father. He was stunned by your sudden cry, his ears flushed tight against his head as he looked at you, mouth opened and all.
âWhat? what is it?â he asked with a scared undertone, which you had to use every single cell in your body to resist the urge to giggle at. He was too oblivious for his own good.
âLoâak is holding Tuk up by the tail!â you cried in pretend shock and pointed at the space behind him. Your father quickly turned to look around, ready to yell at his youngest son, for the 5th time today.
Though when he turned around, he was met with the sight of his children cheerfully playing with their little sister, all in peace. No one was pulling another by their tails. He turned back to glare at you and scold you for lying, but when he turned around he was met with the sight of an empty tent entrance.
At first he simply stood there, in pure disbelief that he had really gotten totally finessed by his own daughter. Though the disappointment slowly began to seep in, not only for you but for himself to have fallen for such a dirty trick. Neytiri snickered at him as she looked fondly at her tired mate, patting the spot beside her that he happily complied.
He pulled a hand to his temples as he rubbed the sore spot.
âHave children, they said. Itâll be the best experience of your life, they said.â he grumbled and his mate simply knocked the back of his head gently, not wanting to worsen his headache even more.
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Failure, again and again and all over again. You huffed as you kicked the grass beneath your feet, watching as your prey took off running away. It looked at you once more before leaving definitively, as though it was mocking you. âOh great Sully cannot even hit her targetâ
You wanted to bring back dinner for tonight and make your father proud, but how could you when you were all the more shit at aiming. Short ranged fighting was what defined you, as much as it wasnât convenient for the Omatikaya. In your clan, they hunted and fought from far, on Ikrans or perched up in trees.
You lowered your head in shame despite believing you were alone. How could Neytiriâs own daughter be bad at archery when she was the best in the clan, followed by your younger brother; Neteyam.
The bushes behind you rustled as your impressive hearing caught it, ears flicked back as you quickly stood straight on your feet. Much to your relief, it was no thanator coming to feast on your flesh, but simply Moârata. He held his hands above his head in a mocking surrender, much like he did during your first time meeting.
You lowered your bow before turning around with a scoff. You raised your bow again, this time at another little animal that happened to be scavenging for food, just like you were. The rodent stood about a few metres away from the both of you and as much as it probably wouldnât be enough to feed your whole family of 7, it would be enough for practice. Moârata observed you through his stern gaze, before his silent footsteps took him to you. A true hunterâs trait.
âYou cannot even hold a bow correctly, how is it that you are a warrior if you cannot do the minimum?â His words may have sounded discourteous, but his tone held no venom to it.
Your tail rested in between your legs in hostility and his nonexistent eyebrows raised in amusement.
âI prefer short ranged fighting, and that requires more strength and lessâŠ.aiming?â Moârata looked at you in bewilderment, were you really being for real right now? He snickered and his deep laughter made you feel unnecessarily warm.
âWhen you live in the forest, you cannot allow yourself the shame of being unknowing. So grab your bow and try again.â He urged you to aim again and you rolled your eyes at his sudden eagerness.
âLiving in the trees without knowing how to reach your prey from far is dangerous, youâll get yourself killed.â you had to agree that he was correct, maybe you shouldnât have been skipping archery training with your father and Neteyam.
Moârata looked at your posture once more and it was truly starting to ick him at how badly you were holding your bow, or even standing. He decided to take matters into his own hands and help your desperate self.
You tensed at first contact, the feeling of his warm palms taking you completely by surprise. Your round eyes widened as your pupils dilated slightly, a trait you had acquired from your mother. He was holding firmly unto the hand that was holding your bow while the other one grasped upon your other one, pulling it towards him.
âHunting is not only a duty Y/N, it is a talent gifted from Eywa to be able to be a hunter.â
The bowstring flexes from tension and Moârata lifted your arm slightly alongside his. His back wasnât much further away from yours and you could momentarily feel his chest pressing alongside your back before the feeling completely vanished. When you look back at him, he was now standing beside you.
âWhen you hunt, you must get used to your surroundings, wherever you are, however loud or quiet the area is.â
Moârata nudged for you to hurry up and shoot, and so you did. In a split second, the arrow left your bow and landed straight into the poor rodent, taking it out instantly. Your eyes widened at your successful attempt, even though the other Naâvi had done everything for you.
He looked at you before laughing, a real laughter that had erupted from his throat. If your eyes werenât already open wide, then they definitely were now.
âSaid âwarriorâ is so happy to have successfully aimed a bow for the first time.â He mocked, his dreads caging his face as he lowered his face to laugh. His mockery held no venom once again, just a hidden tinge of fondness.
You looked up at him to join into his fit of laughter, although in a split second, the sky had darkened and a heavy rain began pouring on the both of you. You looked back at him in confusion, before watching how his ears suddenly flickered and pinned down against his skull.
He immediately urged forwards to grab onto you, bringing you to the comfort of a tree trunk just in time as a swarm of animals of all sizes came rushing for every side of the forest. They ran, presumably away as both herbivores and carnivors put aside their indifferences to run away from whatever was coming.
He held a hand across your stomach in a protective embrace, your back pressed to him. Dust and whatever nasty particles that those animals were carrying around got blown all over and unto you both. Though you could care less about that right now.
Once the rush had calmed down, the both of you had left the hiding spot to investigate the damage done. That was when you had seen it, the couple of unfamiliar lights that advanced through the darkening sky.
You looked back at Moârata with a foreign fear in your eyes and he attempted to comfort you by holding onto your hand. Something was telling you that you must return home as quickly as possible, because you had just been warned by Eywa that bad things were coming your wayâŠ
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sorry to those who have read this before, a part was missing and i have just fixed it!
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