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battle of the sexes
pairing: loâak x female omatikaya!reader
WC: 1.5K
warnings: dont think theres even cursing. completely clean, well, theres a bit of tension.
summary: always have to one up each other
A/N: could i have choosen a better title? absolutely. i got inspired by 1x04 of That 70â˛s Show where donna and eric play basketball at the end of the ep. idk just some mindless fun.
@alecmores my editorđ
been in the drafts since april 2
masterlist / loâak sully
it was a pleasant midday in the forest of pandora. the sun was blazing brightly and a cool, steady breeze would caress the leaves and flora, giving a melodic tune around you and loâak.
your feet were dipped in the crystal clear water of a nearby pond with a tiny stream. your back laid against the plush green grass, arms cushioning your head as you kept your eyes closed and enjoyed the peace. the twittering and humming of the fauna buzzed in your pointed ears making them twitch at every noise.
a touch on your ankles made you flinch and lift your head, elbows pushing your upper body into a half-sitting position. loâakâs head peeked over the surface, water lapping at his chin. his eyes shined with a gleam that pulled a lazy smile upon your lips, he always made you feel weightless. he smiled back as he swam closer to the shore.
he crossed his arms as they rested beside your thighs, his head lolling to the side as he stared up at you with a slight raise of his brows and the smile that still sat on his lips. his braids fell over his shoulders, the two with beads covered an eye as they always did. on impulse you leaned over and moved them away, your fingers dragging down loâakâs face that stopped at his chin before pulling away.
âwe should get back to practicing.â you blurt out as you pull your legs out of the water and move to grab your bow.
âwhat? oh, come on!â âwe have rested long enough, we must train to be mighty warriors for the people.â
with a popped hip you set your hand onto the skin while you hold your bow and arrows beside you. you took the eye roll the boy gave to your reply but watched as he pushed out the water, droplets sliding over his stomach and stripes. they caught your eyes and you were transfixed until a nudge to your shoulder snapped you away.
âsee something you like?â his cocky tone made you feel warm but you just rolled your eyes before walking back to the training grounds. his laughter followed behind.
you re-entered the area where loâak set up targets to practice your shooting. you did some quick cleaning as you waited for loâak to catch up to you, when he was taking forever you decided to start on your own.
so you notched an arrow along the string and pulled with your fingers. you sucked a breath in, making sure your stomach was solid and your arms werenât wavering. when the moment felt right you released the arrow and it flew straight into the bullseye. you smiled.
âwow! nice shot!â his voice came from above and you looked up into the trees.
he was perched on a low branch with his legs swinging in the air and his tail swaying behind him. his forearms sat on his thighs and he hunched over with his hair dancing in the wind.
âwhy donât you come down and show me what you got? Since youâre always bragging.â you held your chin high.
you saw the shake of his head but couldnât see the smile on his lips or how his eyes sparkled as he stared down at you. he gathered his bow and arrows, and jumped his way down to the forest floor with a muffled thump. he pushed his braids behind his ears before taking your spot.
âwatch and learn, syulang (flower).â he said cockily and got into his stance.
you rolled your eyes but ignored the rapid beating of your heart as you watched loâak. not taking your eyes off him for a second and letting them wander as he was distracted. you watched how his muscles flexed and his back pulled taunt as he was in an aiming position. his tail skimmed the grass by his feet and his ears twitched now and then if one of the forest creatures cried out.
he stayed in the stance for a while and you were about to speak up just as he let the arrow fly and sink into the bark of the tree, just beside your arrow.
ânot bad, not bad. but you were supposed to hit the middle dead on,â you pointed a finger at the arrows, âthat is not dead on.â
he scuffed and pointed to said arrow, âsorry, but there seems to be an object in the way. someone forgot to take their arrow back.â he walked to the target and yanked both arrows out, and walked back, handing yours over.
âmaybe we should work on some combat. i think our shooting is at its best right now.â you put your bow on the ground and spun to face loâak. his eyes just watched you.
âloâak? are you fine with combat?â a step forward and he snapped out of his trance.
ây-yeah. combat is fine. but i wonât go easy on you.â he smiled and his fangs poked out. it made your tail waggle.
âwouldnât be practicing if you went easy on me.â you crouched into a defensive position. the right arm pulled back with your left hand touching the ground. your tail swung low to the grass, shifting over the blades. your ears stood at attention and you watched loâak get in a similar position.
it was quiet for a few minutes, both of you waiting to see who would make the first move. when the silence stretches on too long, you get closer to loâak and hissed deeply with your fangs showing dominance. he looked thrown off by the display, but it vanished fast and he hissed back and lunged at you.
you rolled out of the way and kept your eyes firmly on his creeping form. your eyes roamed over his body to look for any points of weakness that would allow you to attack. his eyes didnât look to be fully in the moment, his mind elsewhere and you took advantage. you pounced at the boy, hands latching onto his biceps and throwing him to the ground. the two of you tumbled in the grass and rolled to a stop with you straddling loâak and pinning his wrist to the ground.
âthat was an easy win. i thought you werenât going easy on me, syulang?â a smug smile on your face as you let your eyes bounce over loâakâs motionless features. your loose hair fell over your shoulders and formed a curtain, hiding your face from outsiders.
he didnât fight against you or scuff or roll his eyes. he was a blank wall with his eyes following you. you tilted your head, smile slipping. you leaned in closer and peered into his eyes, his widened and you heard the sharp intake of breath.
âdid- did i hurt you?â you let up on his wrists, moving back to give him space to breathe.
loâak started to shift a bit and you moved your hands from his wrist to sitting on the ground beside his armpits to keep you up. he moved his arms and then pushed himself to his forearms, upper body meeting you halfway.
you stared into each otherâs eyes, loâakâs golden orbs hypnotizing you into a calm energy. you were so hypnotized that the smirk on his face went ignored by you and the feeling of his legs wrapping around your waist forced you to move off his lap, positions switched. loâak straddles you while pinning your wrist down. open mouth and wide-eyed, you were stunned into silence.
âgotcha, paskalin (honey)â loâakâs smirk never left his face.
you huffed a laugh, feather top shifting with your breaths. loâakâs braids swung in the air, his beads hitting each other as he tilted his head from side to side. you wouldnât catch his eyes, knowing the heat from his touch would further spread to your face to the tips of your pointed ears.
âwanna go another round?â you heard the smile in his words as the warmth turned to a fire. âuh⌠uhâŚâ your tail moved off the ground and the furred tip grazed over loâakâs leg.
when you made eye contact with the boy still over you, it was like you both could read what the other was thinking. how the sunlight peeking through the leaves shined on them and they were glowing, their eyes staring at each spot on their face making sure to memorize their details. how just a simple touch of skin-to-skin contact makes their heart race quickly. how they so desperately wish to move in closer, breath skating over lips and wishing to know the feeling-
you abruptly pushed loâak in the chest when he moved his hands away. he fell to the floor beside you and you quickly jumped off the grass and walked away. you shook your head free of any thoughts coming to fruition, hair tickling your back.
âhey,â his voice made you jump but you turned to him, âyou okay? i didnât hurt you or anything?â his hands reached out for you. his fingers a gentle caress on your cheek.
your eyes softened at the simple touch, âyes. everything is fine. i just- i just got tired suddenly.â a shaky sigh.
his eyes just studied you for a minute or two before nodding his head and picking up the bows and arrows. he handed over yours and the both of you headed back towards home. neither of you spoke up about those moments during combat training.
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Hi! I was just wondering how would Spider be like with Little Mama? Would Neytiri see Spider differently as well as she has a human mate?
Helloooooooooo! So I am going to make this a part 2 of Pinnacle motherhood. I be breaking my own rules on this but it still counts as a mother's day special. So sit back, relax and enjoy!
Pinnacle motherhood
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Pinnacle Protection
It is a well known fact that small mama will care for any child. No matter who or what. Spider Soccorro is no different.Â
When she first met spider as a baby, she thought he was cute. His little chubby cheeks, wide innocent eyes, bright smile. A little angel.Â
When she learned who his parents were, especially his father. Things slightly shifted. Once the information reached Jake and neytiri, opinions and sides were formed.Â
Neytiri began to hate spider from the start once she learned of his blood lineage. Wouldn't listen to reason, wouldn't care to see anything beyond the demon that ruined everything. All she ever saw in spider was his father. Which began to cause some problems.Â
So small mama did something she thought she would never do behind her mates. Hide a secret. What is that secret? Visiting baby spider as often as she can, almost every day. When she isn't needed, or when neytiri has it covered on the children, small mama would make some excuse to leave and see spider.Â
The more time she spends with spider, the more in love small mama gets. Spider has seen her enough times that he gets so excited to see her, hear her voice. Would shriek and shout, wiggling around to get her attention.Â
In spiders mind, small mama is his real mama. Would at times accidently call her âmamaâ. Small mama wouldn't dare to correct him. Why would she? Spider needs someone to look after him constantly, the other humans are too busy to properly care for a child.Â
So she unofficially adopts spider. Though she knows that at some point, small mama will have to tell her two mates. That is something she dreads, unsure how they will react to such news. Especially neytiri.Â
When the secret was revealed, there were many things small mama was prepared for. Neytiri remaining silent for days was something small mama was not prepared for. Not even jake.Â
After long weeks of silence from neytiri, she demanded some private talk with small mama.
On purpose small mama would bring spider with her.Â
They would talk, disputes and all the common things that would happen. But by the power of spiderâs cuteness and small mamaâs wise words, neytiri had come to accept spider.Â
With time and patience, small mama made sure to close the gap between the two, in giving spider the love and the family he deserved, and helping neytiri overcome her fears and trauma.Â
As spider grows, the dynamic changes.Â
Despite the other sully siblings being close to their small mama, spider holds small mama in a specific spot in his heart.Â
Yes spider loves his two other parents. Jake is a wonderful dad, the best he could ever have. Neytiri is strong, strict yet shows her way of showing love to him. Small mama is the one who understands him on a human level.Â
Spider sees himself as the ultimate small mama protector. He proves himself time and time again. Yes it makes his other siblings be a bit jealous but haters are gonna hate.Â
Small mama love spider as much as she loves the rest of her children. She has no favorites. It is just that each child needs different kinds of affection, love, affirmation, and so on.Â
Spider is the type who needs constant praise, hugs, and physical love. He is confident in his skills, but it is good to have his family back him up in positive ways.Â
The times neytiri and jake spend alone time with spider, small mama cant help but feel happy and proud at seeing how far they have come along. Spider is a sully through and through. And to hell with it, small mama will make sure spider knows every damn day.
Aaaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Hope you all enjoyed it! Until next time! See ya!
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Heeeyyy it's been a while since I've been here, but i got another idea.
So you remember me telling about the trope of readee being hated and suxh by the sully, well, instead of the usual 'sad reader wanting to fit in the family and gets hurt in the process', i actually thought of a reader who is overly calm and very strategic and honestly doesn't care about the fact that her family hates her, cause she spends more time with her friends and such and only comes when it's an emergency. She's also better than Neteyam at being a warrior that she trained many new warriors and has a very high spiritual connection with eywa, even more than Kiri
sully family x sister/daughter
The sully family had live by two quotes one of them being " sully stick together" and second on being " that their family was a fortress" well that was all true but false. There was one family member that didn't get the same love and treatment like all the other children within the family and outside of the family. That family member is Jake and neytiri daughter, who never seem to with over her parents and even her siblings along with the rest of the clan. A child who does not get love and care will soon grow up by themselves and becoming independent, and might not return love and care to those who never gave it to them.
y/n " ........" you soon rolled out of bed way before any of your siblings wake up, even before your parents as well. This is the norm for you from such a young age you learned to stay out of your family way.
y/n " good morning grandmother" you soon went to the healer hut to see your grandmother as she was getting ready for the day.
mo'at " hello my granddaughter you are here early"
y/n " well it best if I stay out of toruk makto way along with neytiri as well" mo'at was the only few people who cared for the child, and over time grow dislike towards Jake and neytiri for their treatment of their daughter.
mo'at " yes it seems like goes well for you when you keep out of their way along with majority of the clan"
y/n " well I do stay around to make sure everyone is safe I even watch over tuk and younger kids when they play, far from their mothers watch but make sure not to get caught"
mo'at " you are might warrior my child and pure of heart as well"
y/n " well I only have a few more years of being a teen until I'm an adult and toruk makto will tell me to leave or kick me out"
mo'at " well you always have a place in my home my child"
y/n " thank you grandmother I might stay her a bit longer when I'm older then leave to seek out more of our world as eywa has been calling me"
mo'at " follow your heart my dear" you smile at your grandmother the happy mood had been changed, when the other healers had arrived young and old but none of them set towards the hut.
mo'at " don't stand there like fools come we have to get ready for the day"
y/n " it best if I take my leave grandmother my present make everyone uncomfortable"
mo'at " dear you can stay your sisters will be coming for thier lessons, and I will love you to join them"
y/n " I will like to honor your wish but that will lead to trouble for you grandmother, with our mighty leader I will see you later on" you bid your grandmother goodbye and soon left the hut, getting glares and hearing whispers but you didn't care you stopped care many years ago.
y/n " sisters good morning"
kiri "morning y/n"
tuk " big sister good morning I have missed you ... oh I mean good morning y/n" you sighed as tuk had been the only sibling to call you sister, but it seems like Jake and neytiri actions and words had finally made her start calling you sister.
tuk " are you here to help grandmother and learn with us"
tuk " that not fair or nice"
y/n " it okay little one I understand well I shouldn't hold you all up anymore, I pray to the great mother to watch over all three of you" the duo said nothing else as they soon walked away from you, but it seems like they felt bad about their behavior. You were walking around the village trying to get somewhere.
y/n " ......" you had realized you had forgotten something that home, and soon ran back to get it. You soon reached the home and went to your bed and grabbed it, the home smells like breakfast meaning the family had morning meal together. You had sighed it was normal for you to not have meals with your family at home.
y/n " time to get going" you had grabbed your armband and soon put it on before you walked out of your home, you soon made your way through the village once again.
navi man " there that girl again"
navi women " I still can't believe she toruk makto daughter she nothing like her parents or siblings, even kiri a better daughter then her"
navi man 2 " I have heard rumors that toruk makto has plans to send to live on her own"
navi women " well I heard him and neytiri were trying to find a boy to become her mate, they were given any man a good offer to be with her" you had gotten use to hearing all the hate and rumors made about you, over time when you were younger you tried you best to prove you were good enough but soon stopped over time. The feeling of not caring about other had started when you become 13 and stayed that way since then.
Jake " if we hunt on these grounds we will be able to bring back a good hunt" you soon came across Jake and his hunting group as he had your brothers and spider with him.
y/n " ........" one of the warriors had noticed you and soon whispered something to the group, as everyone soon looked at you.
Jake " y/n you are wake you were not up when we served morning meal, your mother works hard on these meals it rude to miss them"
y/n " I'm sorry sir but something came up that morning and I went to meet with grandmother"
Jake " sure whatever just stay out of trouble I don't need you causing anymore trouble"
y/n " yes sir"
lo'ak " hey sis well dad giving you the same lecture over and over again, when are you going to learn"
y/n " when are you going to stop being so hothead brother"
spider " haha she got you good bro"
neteyam " enough the people are watching stop picking on him y/n it rude"
y/n " what he started it"
neteyam " well you need to be the better person dad is stress enough he doesn't need more work about you, and have you been practicing you skills .... you know how dad and mom are"
y/n " I ....."
neytiri " yes have you been training or act like your child your younger sister has better skills then you"
neteyam " mom"
y/n " yes I have been practicing ma'am"
neytiri " not enough if you haven't pass the test like your brother"
y/n " I'm doing my best that all I can say"
Jake " enough y/n I and your mother have more important stuff to deal with verse your failing to caught up with the family .... just go and stay out of the way of everyone and everything" you didn't say anything else as you soon walked away. Your brother and spider said nothing else, even tsutey who was there said nothing as well.
norm " hey there kiddo off again"
y/n " yes same as usual"
max " had another fight with your dad again and mom"
y/n " yes it seems like I'm not enough for Jake sully and neytiri, always blaming me for stuff like some of the others and always judging me"
norm " he does care"
y/n " stopping lying we all know that false norm he doesn't care and he will never care" norm and max along with some other humans knew that was true and hate how you were treated, but they couldn't say and do that much unless they wish to start trouble with the clan.
max " you know one day you will do something amazing kid"
y/n " thank you max well I'm going off if you need Jake sully he about to leave with his hunting party along, with my brother and spider" you soon ran off getting far away from home tree and soon calling your ikran, she was not allowed to stay with the others because she looked different and was not wanted around.
y/n " come on girl lets go for a flight and to see what we will happen today" you soon took off on your ikran and started flying around the skies, feeling for free and happy. After some travel you soon reached a part the end of the forest and where the sea began. This was so a beautiful place.
y/n " ........" you were walking around the area exploring everything and having a bright smile on your face. Then you felt someone place their hands on your waist.
y/n " ahhh kawwney" you had turned around to see you friend kawwney standing there, he soon smirked at you. As he soon backed away from you and smiled.
kawwney " hello ma y/n I was waiting for your arrival"
y/n " well I'm help to me here it better then being at home right now" kawwney had become your friend many years ago when you both of you were small. He was not from the forest he was from reef clan the metkayaian, you had meet him when you were with your grandmother on trip and kawwney was with his mom. After that day the both of you had become the best of friends.
Kawwney " almsot there hold it like that ... okay now fire the spear" you soon fire the spear and soon hit the target as kawwney had cheered for you.
kawwney " good job you are doing a well job with using a spear and your breathing as well"
y/n " thank you"
kawwney â what the matterâ
y/n â family problems once againâ kawwney soon sighed he knew you didnât have, a good relationship with your parents. He really didn't like your parents and clan for their treatment of you, and he really wished to do anything to make your life better.
Kawwney â y/n you are perfect no matter what they have to say or do, they are blind fools for treating you like thisâ
Y/n â thank you kawwney there are whispers going around that Jake will kick me out or true to marry to off not anyone who will take the offerâ
kawwney â I will take the offer or even he does kick you out if you leave come join my clan, out of all forest Navi we have seen we only likes a few ⌠you make those names of people we like even my father likes you and wishes to have you stay with usâ
y/n â thank you kawwney you will make a great leader one day and bring pride to your clan and peopleâ
kawweny â thanks you and one day you will make a great tshiak and leader, as well maybe you can rule by my side as wellâ
kawwney â here a gift my dear a necklace I made for you perfect for you, and it will symbolize our bondâ you smile as kawwney as he place the necklace around your neck, kawwney soon pulled your closer to him not caring who saw them.
later at night
y/n " ......." you soon had arrived home after being gone all day with your friends having a fun time and practicing as well, you heard your family laughing and talking. Once she had stepped into the home everything had become silent as everyone looked at her.
Jake " it seems like you have decided to come home after all"
y/n " yes sir I was out doing some practice"
Jake " that seems like a bunch of lies young lady"
y/n " ........."
Jake " you know you will soon be an adult you will need to make, the right decision if you wish to have a place in the clan and family" you didn't say anything as you nodded your head.
neytiri " if you can't be a hunter then lets hope you can do something else for the clan and family, or maybe your father and brother can find you a good match to strengthen the family and clan" your siblings stay quite as they watched your parents speak to you.
Jake " y/n you can't stay act like a child for the rest of your life, soon you will have to grow up and become an adult and give up your childish for once and a while"
y/n " yes sir"
Jake " good now this conversation is over with I hope you will take I and your mother words to heart" you stayed silent you knew the day will come when your family will have to make the decisions, to allow you to stay in the family of to have you leave. You had taken some soon went to bed to stay out of your family happy moment together, you soon thought about the words Jake will say " sully stick together" and " that our family is a fortress". You soon scoffed at those words they were false words coming from a man that has failed to be father to his daughter. When the time will come you will make the decisions you want that will mean no longer being a sully, even if it mean parting some the life she had live for so many years but maybe it was time for some change in her life.
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Thinking about how catlike Na'vi are.
Neteyam who's eyes dilate when he sees you
Lo'ak who can't help but slowly blink when you make eye contact
Just big blue kitty things
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The Art Of Hunting || Neteyam & Loâak x fem!Omaticaya reader
Summary: You are interrupted by Neteyam's younger brother during your hunting lesson.
Warnings: none, just pure fluff (and Lo'ak interfering with a hunt lessonđ)
Word count:Â 1900
Author: Rouge
A/N: prior to reading, itâs important to know that: this is my very first attempt at writing for Avatar ⤠the reader is female Omaticaya ⤠a few things are in Na'vi language (I hope they were translated correctly) ⤠some Pandoran creatures are mentioned in the fic ⤠you'll find a glossary underneath the fic
There was no doubt that Pandoran forests were one of the most beautiful, breathtaking sights on the planet. Those forests, filled with greenery and sometimes interspersed with rivers and lakes, have been home to many creatures, both small and large. Within the darkness entwined with light, harmony, so coveted, seemed alive, bonding everything together.
It was a beautiful sight to see the river in its generous curves, glinting blue amid the leafy green. As she drummed and rustled, the clear water echoed through the canopy of trees. As a result, the river invited all souls to dance, rumbling quietly and flowing with her current. A soil rich in brown hues, along with fleshy, lush green leaves, combined to create a three-dimensional wonderland that captured the attention of onlookers willing to slow down and absorb soft rays of sunlight falling through ancient branches and flowing down to the forest floor.
Upon hearing Neteyam whisper âbreatheâ in a calm tone, your ears perked up.
As slowly as possible, you turned your face towards him, watching how focused the oldest Sully brother was - his eyes opened wide and his nose twitched as he sniffed the wet scent of the forest floor. âNeteyamâŚâ Attempting to whisper, you were quickly hushed by his hand being raised up in the air and his brief glance that told you to keep silent. Hunting had been one of your most difficult struggles - you weren't much of a hunter and many Na'vi told you not to worry about getting better at it, and instead concentrate on herbology. When the last sun rays kissed the forest and heathland, and when the greens and purples morphed into gray under the eclipse, yeriks went out to forage.
As Neteyam instructed, he kept his tone low, barely moving his lips as he spoke, "Remember, Y/N, bow and arrow are mere tools. You must shoot with the heart." With the last rays of setting sun, his yellowish eyes glistened with focus.
As you nodded, remembering the last time Neteyam took you hunting - because of your careless behavior, the whole yerik flock got spooked and ran before you could strike any targets.
Neteyam stood behind you and made sure you stretched the bowstring sufficiently; soon, his left hand was placed underneath your chest, on your upper tummy; your ears perked as you instinctively drew in some air - when Neteyam was close, especially that dangerously close to you as he was then, you had trouble concentrating.
Neteyam was adept at reading unobvious signs - a little grin glinted across his lips as he kept his composure, not giving you any indication he was aware of the slight change in your behavior.
While supporting your right elbow with his other hand, the oldest Sully brother whispered, "Focus now, Y/N."
Because he had five fingers instead of four, it always made you giggle when he was actually touching you - no exceptions were made this time.
The laughter of yours only lasted for a half-second, but it caused yeriks to stop grazing and look carefully around, turning into attentive mode.
In spite of this, Neteyam did not resign from hunting wild prey. As he moved his head so close to you, only an inch or two separated his lips from your cheek, he whispered directly into your ear, "Y/N, what did I just say?"
Trying desperately to calm your heartbeat, you prayed that he wouldn't feel the heat radiating from your body. âThat I need to focus.â
"Focus then," he instructed you, his voice soft as a northern breeze, his tone nothing more than a whisper.
Another brief nod was given by you in response. Using all your strength, you stretched the bowstring as far as you could and aimed for the individual grazing grass on the sidelines. Your focus was the channeling of your spirit, of your true self within, so as you focused you could learn a few things about yourself - for instance, that you could hold your breath long enough to stretch the bowstring to the point where it started to cut into the flesh of your fingers.
âFire,â Neteyam whispered into your ear.
Your shot was interrupted by another figure approaching, making such a fuss that the entire yerik flock fled.
As Lo'ak crouched against his older brother, inspecting a clump of grass carefully, he tilted his head and looked up at Neteyam, saying, "Mother was looking for you, bro. I won't lie, she was pissed you were out after the eclipse."
Neteyam's response was straightforward, as always - he hit his younger brother's head from behind, lightly enough to not hurt him. "So you've found us, brother. What's wrong with you, though? Didn't you notice we were hunting?"
Lo'ak's shoulder shifted a bit as he spoke, "I observed you for a while, and all I saw was you flirting heavily with our Y/N."
Your cheeks began to flush as you gasped a quiet 'stopâ - turning your head aside to conceal the redness you breathed out deeply.
A snarl of anger was heard from Neteyam as he displayed his teeth at Lo'ak. "Quit it, brother. Let's head home, the last thing I need is for the father to get angry as well."
The younger brother chuckled and poked your ribs with his index finger a little. "How was the hunting? No kills this time as well, huh? Quit trying, Y/N, you're not a hunter. You won't become one because you hang out so much with Neteyam.â
Your ears perked a few times quickly as you hissed at him. "Lo'ak!"
âWhat?!â Lo'ak leapt nimbly off a rock ledge you and Neteyam were using for vantage point. âCome on, letâs move up!â
You watched the two brothers slowly walk off, smiling gently to yourself - their relationship was so emotional, but despite the fact that they fought easily, it was so beautiful to watch them interact with one another - there was no doubt that they shared a strong fraternal bond. A wooden bow was slung over your shoulder, and you picked up a quiver filled with arrows that you adorned with some leaves and features before joining Sully brothers.
In the dark of night, Lo'ak walked first, leading the way back home. He was always the first one everywhere, always so curious, never satisfied with the status quo, always seeking for something new to discover.
The long steps you took aligned you with Neteyam, who reluctantly followed his brother, holding his bow firmly in hand. As you stared at him, you engaged him in a small conversation, "You seem angry, Net."
As the three of you crossed the large field, a group of resting kentens rose into the sky. This made Neteyam and you stop to marvel at the luminous magenta and purple discs that floated to safety on the branches of an old, nearby tree.
Taking a glance over his shoulder, Neteyam checked to make sure his younger brother was far enough. Putting on his ionar once he was certain, he turned to you. "It's not that," he replied quickly, trying to dismiss the topic.
With your quiver slung over the same shoulder as your bow, you crossed your hands over your chest, giving him a significant glance, the tip of your nose twitching a tad.
âWhat?â His tail wiggled rapidly.
You touched his chest with your slender fingertips and whispered, "Neteyam, I know you long enough to be sure you harbor anger within you."
Taking a deep breath, Neteyam placed his hand on top of yours that rested on his chest, then placed his other hand on your cheek to caress the smooth surface of your skin. âThere was just one thing I hoped for. A few alone moments with you, Y/N."
As you snuggled your cheek into his warm, welcoming palm, you curled your lips into a sweet smile; your eyes never left his. "The plenty of occasion will come, oeyä yawntu," you said, wiggling your tail slowly.
The gaze of Neteyam was intense as he stared down at you. Your smile was the sun, it was the silencing of all the noises, it was both the cage and the ever-wide open door, leading to unknown places. It wasn't long before Neteyam got lost in the depth of your eyes and the warmth of your little grin. âIs your word a promise, yawntutsyĂŹp?â
A slight tilt of your head indicated a nod. âYes.â
A strong embrace encased your slim figure as Neteyam pulled you closer. After removing his ionar, he lowered his head slowly, resting his forehead gently against yours; his tail danced a bit with yours, wrapping itself around yours from time to time. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered softly.
When you slipped your palm across his chest and rested it against his heart, you replied, "Nga yawne lu oer."
After returning to check on you two, Lo'ak called out, "Guys! Are you two going to stand in the middle of the forest, like idiots, snuggling now? Seriously?â
A low growl escaped Neteyam's lips as he put his ionar back on. âThis is none of your business. Get your ass back on the ikran."
"I'm not the one whose shenanigans cause us problems, bro," Lo'ak laughed, but followed his older brother's order.
As Neteyam's ikran spotted him approaching, it roared and wiggled its wings several times, lowering its head to greet his Na'vi.
Ikran's elongated snout was stroked by Neteyam as he jumped on its back, helping you up as well. Neteyam connected his queue to the ikran, and the beast was ready to fly. "Y/N, are you alright?" Neteyam asked softly as he wrapped his arms around your tummy to keep you from falling.
"Yes," you replied shortly. "Let's head home."
Neteyam ordered ikran to take off with a nod.
Before soaring, ikran roared once more, spreading its large wings.
It was fascinating to watch Lo'ak glide smoothly with his ikran in the air. The voice of Neteyam jolted you out of your thinking. âYou know what?â
âHmmm?â You mumbled, holding tightly onto his ikranâs neck.
"The thought of being back home excites me so much."
âWhy is that? I thought you sought every opportunity to leave home to taste the adventure and beauty of the world," you questioned as you turned a little to look at him.
âThatâs true, indeed. However, the mere thought of snuggling with you to sleep melts my heart," Neteyam replied as he moved his head slightly to kiss your lips. âDon't forget, this is just between us. It is likely Lo'ak would not leave me alone if he knows.âYou knew he was right - Lo'ak was the first one to pick on his older brother, and if he only knew Neteyam had a soft side, he wouldn't give up so easily. âDonât worry, I know.â Your palm rested on his cheek as you kissed his lips once more, a little longer this time. "Oeyä Neteyam, you mean the world to me."
Love was a protector, a defender, a ride-or-die connection that was there for you always and in every way. It had raw power and could roar, but also, you would find comfort in its quietness, if needed. In the end, the real love you were sharing with Neteyam was the greatest blessing Eywa could grant you, and so you chose to cherish it.
Glossary:
yerik - hexapede
kenten - fan lizard
ikran - mountain banshee
ionar - riderâs mask
oeyä yawntu - my beloved
oeyä - my
yawntutsyĂŹp - darling
nga yawne lu oer - I love you
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⌠YOU JEALOUS ?
PT. 2 ⌠i fucking knew it.
neteyam x reader x ao'nung
PROMPT â after that night, you were left with doubts, and everything that was sure, now wasn't. but maybe this night you could get some answers from the one and only.
TAGS â teasing, mentioning of sex, smoking, angst, fighting.
you donât even remember what exactly happened after... that.
you just remember neteyamâs eyes going absolutely numb, almost glossed with doubt. you hit him where you wanted to. but now youâre not even sure if that was how you wanted to make him feel. itâs incredible how you used to feel that proudness and glory in your chest every time he almost cried because of something you said. were was that feeling now ? was it now buried, the same way that neteyam was buried in your mind ?
you almost felt bad, regretting immediately what you said, but at least hoping he would get angry or say something back to alleviate that feeling of deep guilt you were sensing. you knew that even though he doesnât show it, he cares. yes, he does actually care about what you say, what you eat, who you hang out with. but how could you be so dumb ? why would he make fun of you and aoânung if he didnât give an absolute fuck ? but you donât get it, is he jealous ? is he worried ?
what are you neteyam, what are you thinking about, since you know every single thought of mine from how deep youâre buried in my mind ? are we feeling the same things ?
every time you thought about the way his hand, that was on the back of your neck, slowly let go of it, almost like he was defeated, not knowing what to think. his hand trailed itâs way down your back, which gave you goosebumps, to your arm and then your hand. you were still confused, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed, having no idea of what he was going to think or say or do. you just let him, you trusted him enough to do that.
he held your hand for a few seconds, looked at you with eyes that were veiled with tears. but those seconds, lasted years, almost leaving your hand burned from how thick the tension between yâall was. he left, leaving your hand dangling near your hip, and immediately went away. you donât know where he was going, you didnât see it. but that string that connected you and him, would tell you later. since you two started being mean and competitive with each other, this weird red string formed. you could have your eyes closed, but as soon as he enters the room...
your bones ignite.
âneteyamâs hereâ.
you want the one you canât have, and itâs driving you mad, because itâs always all over your face.
do you even want him ? do you want him or the version of him you created in your mind ? the version that used to play with you, take care of you, make you laugh and cry ? were did all the years go. they just flew in front of your eyes, and the person that cared about the most slowly died, only leaving his moving body and those soulless eyes. maybe you outgrew each other, maybe you didnât. maybe itâs just an excuse because you couldnât be together in the first place, even as friends. and the options left were either stranger or enemy.
and you would both rather feel hate, than feel nothing for eachother.
your insults were just sweet words spat in his face, which in his opinion were always better than your silence and indifference. his rough hand, glued to you. everytime he hit you it felt like a kiss.
but this is exactly what you were scared of, his indifference.
you hoped he wouldâve at least turned back to you to call you a skxawng or dumb, or whatever.
could at least fill his ego a bit. but he didnât.
you were now contemplating whether to go to the beach to talk like you did every night, or to just stay in your tent and sleep. this was probably the first time you werenât sure that he was going to be there, because this type of situation had never occurred.
youâre bad at keeping your emotions bubbled, youâre good at being perfect but together you two were good at being trouble. the only way your emotions resurfaced was picking on him, just to see that angry expression which you absolutely loved, for reasons you couldnât talk about with loâak because it wouldâve been weird to talk about him that way with his brother. the most you could do was cross your legs, thatâs it.
you know what, fuck it if heâs not there youâll just smoke alone and then go to sleep as usual.
you brought your cigarettes with you and the special lighter you only use when youâre with him, fucking hell. your organs would probably start eating each other if he isnât there, but you canât know if you donât go first, right ?
you hyped yourself up, took your things and closed your tent. while walking to your usual spot, you happened to hear jake and neytiri talk in their tent. you kneeled and positioned yourself better to not get caught because this would be very awkward and weird to explain.
âi donât know. i donât think Eywa does things on accident, thereâs no such thing as accidents with her. but it seems so weird. what happened to them ?â this was definitely neytiriâs voice, the last time she sounded this worried was when you and neteyam got lost in the forest when you were seven and eight years old, they then found you both sleeping next to a tree. him hugging you to keep you warm. the sharpest blade of all is nostalgia.
âiâm actually worried, if they had the chance they would kill each other. i have no idea of what to do, all the words and speeches seem absolutely useless. sometimes i think the only way to stop this fighting is to send him to a training camp so they wonât get distracted by their competitiveness.â thatâs jake voice, almost cracking. your heart sinked.
theyâre going to send neteyam away. you couldnât stop a tear from cutting through your face only at the thought of not always having neteyam six feet away from you. you had to take matters into hand.
you immediately stood up, walking fast to get to the beach as soon as possible.
your mind just couldnât shut up. what were you going to do ? who were you going to have next to you ? yes, you have loâak but it just wasnât the same thing.
to your surprise, you notice neteyam was sat in his usual spot. you didnât recognise him at first, his hair was tied up only leaving a few braids that framed his face. he always knows how to hit the right spot. not smoking, but he was still there alone. you walked on the sand feeling it under your feet, and sat next to him. he did notice you but it seemed like he just wanted to ignore you.
donât panic, donât panic, donât panic.
you took a cig out of the pack and lit it up, positioning it on neteyamâs lips while still holding it. he breathed in some smoke, to then breath it out a few seconds after.
you smiled, and positioned it again on your lips, doing the same thing.
the only sound you two were hearing was the waves crashing on anything they found in front of them. everyone was sleeping, you two smoking without letting a thing out of your mouth that wasnât smoke.
âyou know...â you started, finally catching his attention. he turned to you, taking the cig out of your hand, lightly touching it. without even realising it, you held your breath, goosebumps spreading all over your body. why were you suddenly so nervous, what happened ?
donât panic.
â... iâm stronger that all my men, except for you neteyam.
i didnât genuinely think that my comment was going to hurt you, that wasnât my intention. â
you finished your sentence, almost whispering, feeling your heart about to jump out of your ribcage, this was the first time you ever seriously apologised to him. probably the reason why you feel your legs shaking like thereâs no tomorrow. you just stayed there, silent not knowing what else you could possibly say to him. you have never been good with words. at the end of the day, your love language was physical touch. you just couldnât find the words to express how sorry you felt, you could only do that by physically touching them. hugging, touching, caressing.
but things were way too awkward with neteyam to even lightly touch him. you felt this invisible barrier between the both of you, that neither of you dared to break, or even look on the other side. maybe because you were afraid of knowing what was going on the other side of the fence, maybe because you already know. only your consciousness knows the thin difference.
âi always get this anxious feeling,
but it always goes away when iâm with you breathing.â
two things caught you off guard in that moment. first of all, the fact that he was speaking to you, and second, what he said. you wouldâve never thought in your whole life that you would ever hear him say anything to you, that wasnât insulting or teasing. your brain canât even process what he said, but your body already did. you could feel this weird warm, not hot, feeling in your stomach lingering there. your lips wanted one thing and one thing only, craving the presence of something, almost tingling, that youâre still not sure you will ever admit to yourself. to make things worse, neteyam slowly dropped his eyes to your lips, making you gulp. he looked at them for a second, only to then place the cigarette on your lips slightly parting them, while still holding it.
you hesitated at first, but then breathed in some smoke, taking over your lungs, filling them. neteyam smiled while looking at you breathe out, to then position his lips on the filter, exactly where yours were. you both silently decided to stay quiet, and enjoy each otherâs presence.
both of you craving to do something, say something, since this was the only alone time you two had before going back to hate each other, which was something you silently decided mutually. you didnât want to ask questions, but why did you have to do all this ? because you both know youâre not that jealous. maybe fear of commitment ? but fear of committing to what ? a simple fucking friendship ? maybe you both knew you could never be just friends. maybe you could, but you didnât want to only be friends. who knows ?
you chuckled, catching his attention.
âyou know we could argue right now, and no one would hear or see us ?â
you would never in a thousand years expected this. he neared his smirking face to yours, making your heart skip a beat, but without making it noticeable.
âwe could do anything right now,
and nobody would see us. anything.â
and then proceeded to blow smoke in your face, making you cough while you both were chuckling.
he better thank god that you love his mom, because Eywa knows you wouldnât have held back.
he then proceed to stand up, giving you a hand. you got up and he immediately pulled you in a hug. you hesitated again, but gave in. you hugged him tightly, letting all of his worries flow into you. he kissed the back of your ear, just like you did with aoânung. sorry neytiri, but that motherfucker. you could literally fall to your knees right now. but you didnât. you wanted to know.
how far can things get ?
he hesitated, and kissed you again on the same spot. he took it even further and trailed with his kissed to your cheek. kiss after kiss. letting his hands trail from your back to your lower waist, holding it tight like you could escape at any moment.
kissing, from the back of your ear, to your cheek. from your cheek to you jaw. with his hand positioned on your chin, he lifted it up, go give him more space to work on, making you hold your breath, clinging more and more to him. he moved from your jaw, to your neck. weakest spot of ours. and he knew, he fucking knew. you made a mental note to not tell to loâak anything about you anymore, because he was going to spill everything to neteyam. and for what câmon ?
your thoughts were interrupted by his mouth kissing every inch of your neck, sometimes even biting on the sensible skin. you felt the need to cross your legs, to relief even if only a little bit the stress that and nervousness that he was causing you. almost as if he read your mind, he placed his knee in between your legs, but without making any contact.
âfuck youâ you thought, without having the energy, the tongue or even the mind to say it out loud, you just felt him smirk against you neck. he knew, again. where did he get all of this experience ? well it wasnât like you could act like he wasnât handsome. very handsome. he must have girls like this every night, while youâre feeling special and excited for something he probably has already done a thousand times with a thousand people. you felt embarrassed, humiliated almost. but why does he have such difficulty finding a mate then ? you can hear the girls of the village, talk about him, his arms, his grin, his neck, his legs, his waist, something that is positioned a lil lower than his waist. you couldnât understand ?
canât he have the girl he wants ? is she that offlimit ?
that must be why him and jake were arguing the other day, neteyam saying that the only person he wanted was already taken by someone. he loved her, but she wasnât his.
you feel the same exact way, but talking about mates with him was more offlimit than the girl he wanted. that wouldâve been way too awkward. your thoughts were once again stopped by neteyam, who was dragging his hand way too low your waist, itâs not like you didnât want him to, but still... you were afraid. even if you let him, wouldâve that been it ? the end of it ?
a useless hook up, and then going to back to hating eachother ? but you knew. you already knew that if you two crossed that line, you couldâve never gone back to hating him. keeping him distant was the only thing that worked. were you so afraid to love him ? were you afraid he wasnât going to love you ? were you afraid to love ? were you afraid of not knowing how to love or were you afraid of knowing too much, but with the wrong person ? but well if not him, then who ? for all you know, this could be the last time someone touches you this way. you must stop him, but how could you ?
âneteyam, stop.â you harshly grab his arm, taking him by surprise, but successfully stopping him. he chuckled leaving his head in the crook of your neck, his hands suddenly become distant and cold even though they still were on your body.
âi knew it.â he distanced himself from you, only for him to walk away still facing you for a bit and then stopping, still keeping you confused and doubtful. he continued.
âi fucking knew it.â
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okay since ur req is open rn i have an idea and ofc i donât mind waiting, take ur time w it! basically itâs a neteyam x reader angst + fluff (oblivious idiots + opposites attract trope) whereby reader is loakâs bestfriend, who also has a crush on neteyam but keeps it a secret bcs she thought neteyam sees her as another troublesome little sibling like loak but what she doesnât know is that neteyam also has a crush on her but he thought she sees him only as loakâs boring and non adventurous older brother. idk how it should go from that but can you please PLEASE ends it w fluff đ thank you in advance! feel free to change anything and take as much time as youâd need bby đ
Thank you for your request anon! đ I got on to this a lot quicker than I thought as my ideas for it came to me & boy did it just flow! I thought it was going to be a quick drabble, but holy moly, how have I ended up with 11.3k words of angst, drama, romance & sweet, sweet fluff! I hope you love it, anon! And I hope everyone else enjoys it too!
"Your Best Friend's Brother"
Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya Reader No warnings apply - Just a boat-load of angst, drama, protective & possessive Neteyam, romance & toe-curling fluff. Again, I personally do not like the use of 'Y/N' so your name in this is 'Kalia' (pronounced KAA-lee-yah). Language note - paskalin means 'sweet berry' and it's a term of endearment.
***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
~~ Neteyamâs POV ~~
Neteyam trudged through the verdant underbrush of the woodlands following the sound of playful slapping and squealing in the distance where he was sure he would find you and Loâak. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, wondering what mischief and hazardous activities you would both be getting up to today. Fiddling with the string of his bow across his front, he readjusted his bow to sit more comfortably across his torso. The little leather pack that contained his carving implements and bow oil bounced lightly at his hip as he walked.
Granted, it was nice having days off from his warriorsâ duties. Group hunts and patrols could be strenuous depending on the game being hunted and the distance travelled, so the days where he could just relax on home ground and let loose were appreciated. Until his parents foisted the responsibility of keeping Loâak out of trouble on himâŚ
Loâak was only a year younger than him, but Neteyam often ruminated and marvelled at how his brotherâs maturity level was still leagues behind his own. Of course, being the oldest child did force one to grow up a little too quickly, but at already seventeen years of age, one would think that Loâak would have a better compass and not such a huge proclivity for getting into trouble.
If Neteyam was honest, the only thing that made the days he had to babysit his brother bearable was you.
You and Loâak might as well be joined at the hip. The best of friends since you could both walk, everywhere Loâak went, you went with him. Every stupid little game or dangerous stunt Loâak pulled, you were right there beside him. You had always tagged along with Loâak and his other siblings. So, for the longest time, Neteyam had not thought much of the way things were and it had not bothered him; you and Loâak, the disruptive duo.
However, things had begun to shift ever so subtly for Neteyam as he grew older, as you all did, growing and maturing into young adults. The older he got, the more he noticed you. His body started to react and respond to you in a way that made him increasingly aware that he was a young man and you were a young woman.
Neteyam began to notice the way your beautiful braids brushed the small of your back. He began to notice the enticing way your slim waist flared out to the curve of your hips and your bottom; the soft rounds of your breasts behind your clothingâŚ
It had hit him quite suddenly one evening and things had never been the same since.
*** FLASHBACK ***
âKalia!â Neteyam heard Tuk cry gleefully. His little sister bounced through his familyâs shelter to throw herself at you, uncaring of the thumping impact she made against your thighs. Your laugh was jovial as you bent to give Tuk a hug, expertly balancing the wooden platter you held in your other hand.
Neteyam watched as you greeted his parents politely at the threshold, stepping into the space only when his mother welcomed you in with a wave of her hand. Neytiri embraced you affectionately and returned your greeting, âOel ngati kameie, Kalia. Come in. What wonderful food have you brought to spoil us with today?â
The wooden platter held two mounds, one much bigger than the other, both wrapped in cooking cloth. You gently set the platter down in the centre of the space where the food mats were, âMother and I have been practising making tumpasuk (red-orange berry) sweet bread. This batch was quite successful so we thought weâd share.â
âAh, you know your cooking is always welcome in my household.â Jake sniggered, patting his belly enthusiastically.
Reaching back towards the platter, you picked up the smaller wrapped mound of bread and rose to your feet. Neteyam saw you scan the vicinity and his heart gave an involuntary skip when your vivid green eyes eventually landed on him and your gazes locked. A small smile played across your lips and he was suddenly drawn to how succulent they looked, a thought that made his ears heat in embarrassment.
You made your way towards him and Neteyam had to make a conscious effort to close his mouth and school his expression into one of nonchalance, lest his face betray the sensual thoughts that his brain had begun to annotate about you as you approached. You had grown very pretty in recent years and despite the nuisance that you and Loâak always presented, Neteyam realised that you had always been a very sweet girl. A very sweet, very pretty girl.
âHey Neteyam,â Your voice was a tender lilt in his ears and he lifted his hands to receive the small mound as you held the sweet treat out to him in both of yours, âThis one is for you.â
Neteyam swallowed tightly, hoping the heat in his cheeks and ears were not colouring his skin too obviously, âThanks, Kalia. Iâm sure itâll taste amazing, as always.â
The soft peal of your giggling tickled his ears then and Neteyam had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke your cheek. Your cyan skin looked so smooth and he was willing to bet that it would be warm and silken beneath his fingertips. The little points of your canines peaked out endearingly from behind your upper lip as you grinned and Neteyamâs nose was suddenly perceptive of an alluring scent that he knew was not the sweetbread in his hands.
âI put more dried tumpasuk berries in yours, as well a little extra rock sugar. I know you like yours sweeter.â You murmured quietly to him.
Neteyam returned your smile, silently allowing himself to bask in the feeling of being looked after specially by you. âI do, youâre right. Thanks again.â
âHey!â Loâakâs voice grated from off to the side, âWhy does Neteyam always get his own special treat? I thought I was your best friend!â
âYou are, which is why itâs you and I that always get up to no good together.â You agreed heartily, âBut your poor brother is the one who has to put up with our shit, so I figured we better thank him?â
Neteyamâs heart sank a little. Oh, was that why he always got his own treat? You were just thanking him as Loâakâs babysitter big brother. He suddenly felt a lot less special than he did a few moments agoâŚ
*** FLASHBACK END ***
That had been just over a year ago and ever since then, Neteyam had grown more and more critical of your friendship with Loâak. Your spirited friendship with his brother seemed more at odds now to him than it ever had before. You had matured into a young woman who appeared to have her head screwed on the right way, kind-hearted and generous with good instincts. Yet all of this seemed to vaporise into thin air the moment you were around Loâak.
Neteyam did not understand why you persisted on accompanying his brother on his silly little escapades, playing stupid games like seeing who could pinch and punch the other the hardest. By Eywa, Neteyam had wanted to punch Loâak the day he had seen the bruises and marks he had left on your shoulders and arms. The thought of someone intentionally causing you pain and marring your beautiful skin made his blood boil, even though he knew that you had willingly participated in the ridiculous exercise.
But most of all, Neteyam hated the way Loâakâs recklessness endangered you.
Not that this meant he cared any less for Loâakâs safety than yours. He loved his brother and all his other siblings immensely and there was a natural desire on his part to keep them all safe. However, his impulse to protect you felt different. It was not rooted in the same place of familial love and affection he felt for his siblings. Instead, the strong urge he felt to protect you rather stemmed from his attraction to you as a male was to a female he was interested in.
If Neteyam had his way, you would never go on another irresponsible adventure with Loâak ever again. And this put him at odds with his brother. However, he acknowledged that getting in the way of your friendship would be wrong and he knew it would sour things overall for all three of you.
Neteyam had to find a way to curb this newfound possessiveness that he felt for you. You were not his and he was nothing more to you than your best friendâs older brother. His role was to keep an eye on Loâak; keep Loâak out of trouble and he would keep you out of trouble by default. Simple as that. Nothing more.
Your squeals and peals of laughter became clearer as Neteyam rounded the corner of a lush coppice into a glade of fyĂŹpmaut (squid fruit) trees. Sure enough, as expected, there were you and Loâak, chasing each other round the glade with bits of squashed fruit in your fists, stained almost from head to toe in bright pink squid fruit residue.
Perhaps this was a good time to tell you both that fyĂŹpmaut fruit juice stained almost permanently on whatever it came into contact withâŚ
~~ Your POV ~~
âLoâak, you sucker!â You yelled out, darting out of the way as Loâak attempted to grab hold of you to smear you further with squid fruit, âIâve got way more fruit on you than you have on me!â
âYeah? Well I beat you earlier at seed-spitting, so weâre even.â
The glade of squid fruit trees were in high season currently, the trees around you bursting with bright purple fruit. The fruit hung in bunches, much like utumauti (banana fruit). Each piece of fruit was like a long, squidgy antenna, full of magenta coloured flesh that had five or six stony seeds in them.
Fresh from your run through the woodlands earlier with rumbling stomachs, it had been Loâakâs idea to stop and feast on your find. What had begun as a sweet and innocent snack-stop had soon turned playful when Loâak had challenged you to see who could spit the seeds the furthest. Seeds were spat, a winner was crowned and then you, against your better judgement, had decided to hurl a handful of pulverised fruit at him. War then ensued, which led you both to the present moment, sticky, breathless and dyed bright pink.
Loâak flung another piece of squashed fruit at you, which you only just managed to duck out of the way of, laughing, âOk, alright! Truce?â
Your best friend snorted at the sight of you, âYouâve got it all up in your hair. Youâre going to have to scrub your braids out and re-do them all!â
You launched yourself at Loâak, tackling him to the ground in a jumble of mock hisses and snarls, before a familiar voice plucked you both out of your tussle.
âMum is going to twist your ears so hard theyâll fall off, Loâak.â
Startled, you shot to your feet at Neteyamâs voice. Self-consciousness overwhelmed you and you avoided meeting his gaze. Great Mother, you must look a mess⌠Did Loâak just say you had fruit in your hair?... You began a futile attempt to clean up by swiping at the bits of fruit on your arms and legs, trying to flick and rub the tacky mess from your skin and clothing.
âAh, here comes the killjoy. Why is Mum going to twist my ears, bro?â Loâak queried, joining you at your side, following your lead and partaking in a fruitless attempt to clean up.
Neteyamâs toned legs came into your downcast view as he stepped up to the pair of you, and you instinctively looked up to acknowledge him. Your saliva dried up in your mouth as it always did when you laid eyes on him. Your quiet crush on him was getting rather out of hand in the confines of your own consciousness. You would never admit to all the times you had daydreamed girlishly of Neteyam, of all the things a girl wanted a boy she liked to do to her; holding his hand; a slow dance in the fading light of a dying bonfire; a kissâŚ
You had never admitted your feelings to anyone and especially not to Loâak. He would never let you live it down, crushing on his older brother. Though you knew Loâak had his suspicions about the way you felt.
Loâak thought his older brother was a dull and uninspiring killjoy, but if you were honest, you found that Neteyamâs maturity only added to the already large number of reasons you found him attractive. He was gentle, thoughtful, extremely loyal to those he cared about and one of the most skilled warriors the Omatikaya had ever seen. And he was very handsome⌠compassionate, intellectual, with a lovely deep voice⌠Your list went on.
âSquid fruit juice stains.â Neteyam stated matter-of-factly, âItâs going to take a lot of scrubbing to get it off your skin. As for your clothing, the stains will never wash out of cloth. These clothes youâre wearing are ruined, both of you.â
You heard Loâak bite back a curse as he fiddled with the fabric of his loincloth. It had been a lovely moss green before, but thanks to the addition of the squid fruit juice, it was now a rather unappealing shade of splotchy browns. You sighed, looking at your own ruined chest covering and loincloth. Your clothing had been a shade of lilac and while the magenta-coloured fruit juice did not contrast quite as jarringly against the fabric of your clothing as it did on Loâakâs, the stains were still clearly stains. There was no way the splodges would ever pass for artistic embellishment.
âAt least, we didnât get up to any dangerous shit today.â Loâak mused, elbowing Neteyam who sprang away lightly from his juice-covered brother with a chuckle.
âGood. We donât need a repeat of the rock slide incident from the other week.â Neteyam cautioned, pursing his lips, âYou could have both gotten really hurt from that.â
âEh, it was fine. Kalia rolled out of the way in the end, didnât you?â Loâak slapped you heavy-handedly on the back and you winced slightly in pain.
âIt was a very close shave. And watch your strength, bro. Donât be so rough with her.â The rebuke from Neteyam was delivered in an even tone, but there was an authority behind it that made Loâak roll his eyes.
âWe should probably go and wash as best as we can before heading home.â You exhaled, feeling the stick of the fruit juice between your fingers, âThe juice is starting to dry and itâs getting itchy.â
Neteyam was eyeing you up and down with an insouciant expression that betrayed very little of what he might be thinking and feeling in that moment. You were used to this. Neteyam very rarely displayed strong emotion or had dramatic reactions. He was always calm and collected. If Loâak was a jaunty and splashing stream, Neteyam was a deep and tranquil lake.
However, his intent gaze only fired the coals of your self-consciousness and you began to pick worriedly through the soiled braids of your hair. You realised then that there were small, drying bits of fruit still clinging to the backs of your fingers, and you stuck your fingers into your mouth one by one, trying to the best of your efforts to suck them clean.
You heard Neteyam suck in a deep breath through his nose and he spun away from you, beginning to amble back the way he came, âThereâs a split in the stream farther back where you can both wash. Come on, we want to get back before eclipse.â
Heat flushed your face and ears and you swallowed the lump of shame in your throat. You probably looked absolutely feral, covered in gummy fruit bits and your hair all dishevelled. What girl ever wanted the boy she had a crush on to see her like this? You cursed your short-sightedness. You had known today was Neteyamâs day off and that you would likely see him.
You took a lot of pride in your appearance usually. Your mother always ensured your braids were impeccably done and you had an array of jewellery and clothing that you enjoyed picking through, deciding what you wanted to wear from day to day. Part of the reason was because you enjoyed being well put together, and the other reason was that you wanted to look good for your best friendâs older brother.
Following Loâak and Neteyam as they began their walk back to the stream, you mentally chastised yourself. Neteyam probably thought of you as a second nuisance. He already had Loâak to contend with from day to day and there you always were, getting into messy situations right along with him. You knew it did not make you look good, but you loved hanging out with Loâak. He was your dearest friend and he made you laugh with all his folly.
Reaching the split in the stream, Neteyam nodded towards one side, âLoâak and I will take this side. You can wash on the other. Weâll all meet back here when weâre done.â
âOK, got it.â You nodded in understanding.
âKalia?â
You turned to face Neteyam at the sound of your name, your ears twitching curiously as you wondered why he had called out again.
Neteyam shot you a toothy grin and he chuckled, clearly tickled by something, âMake sure you wash your face really well. Youâve still got squid fruit pieces on your nose and forehead.â
Mortified, your hands flew to your face and sure enough, your fingers met something stodgy in the centre of your forehead. Cursing under your breath you turned on heel and strode for the stream on your side, secretly enjoying the sound of Neteyamâs husky laughter even though it made your cheeks burn in embarrassment.
Wading into the stream, you stopped once the cool water pooled around your hips, not wanting to go any deeper. You had never been comfortable in deep or rushing water. From childhood, you had always had an irrational fear of water. All attempts to teach you to swim had failed, as a result. You could tread water at best, but that could not be considered proper swimming. No matter, you had never held any desire to join the fisherfolk in their work hunting fish and gathering other river prey anyway.
Reaching to draw a cupful of water in your hands, you splashed yourself all over to moisten your skin. You began your arduous process of intently cleaning the fruit stains from your skin, knowing that this was the easy part. Washing your hair would be an even bigger task. You cleaned gently around a bad scrape on your left elbow, careful not to dislodge the healing scab that had formed there.
In the repetitive monotony of splashing, scrubbing and dunking, it was easy for your thoughts to drift back to that fateful day a few weeks ago when you earned that scrape. You had acquired several other grazes and cuts on your thighs and knees that same day too. It was also one of the few days you had ever seen Neteyam abandon his usually measured and composed demeanour in a rare display of emotionâŚ
*** FLASHBACK ***
âIâve got more rocks than you do.â You teased in a sing-song voice as you watched Loâak eye the broken cliff face before you, trying to decide which piece of rock he wanted to dislodge next.
âYeah, but the rocks in my pile are bigger.â Loâak countered, âTheyâre riskier moves than the tiny little pebbles youâve picked off.â
It was a dicey game you were playing, and once again it was all Loâakâs idea. There was an overhanging arch on the damaged cliff face that stood before you and the aim was to take turns dislodging as many rocks as possible before the overhang crumbled down.
âI thought that the person with the most rocks when the overhang crumbles, wins? Not the person with the biggest rocks.â
Sticking his tongue out at you, Loâak picked another hefty looking stone and set his foot on it, attempting to dislodge it with his bodyâs weight, âNah, Iâve changed the rules. Person with the most amount of big rocks wins.â
Several smaller stones crumbled from the overhang, smacking and rolling loudly onto the ground in a precarious song of warning at the danger they were trifling with.
âThatâs so unfair, you skxawng!â You whined peevishly, âYou canât change the rules partway through the game! Stop being a dick.â
âHow about the both of you just stop entirely?â Neteyamâs voice called out as he appeared at the treeline. He had left the two of you for a bit to go down to the river to refill all your waterskins, and look what mischief you had both managed to get up to in that short span of time.
Loâak threw his arms up in the air, exasperated, âNah, donât ruin the fun, Neteyam. Iâve almost won anyway!â
âAre you kidding me, bro?â Neteyam exclaimed, aghast as he looked from his brother to you and then to your respective piles of rock, âStop right now. That overhang is going to fall at any moment and itâs dangerous. Get away from there.â
âThatâs the whole point, bro! Weâre trying to see who can dislodge the most rocks before it crumbles.â
âIs it the most rocks or the biggest rocks?! You keep changing it!â You squealed in frustration. Both you and Loâak had strong competitive streaks, and neither of you liked losing.
Sensing your genuine upset, Loâak acquiesced and proposed a final tie-break challenge, âAlright, alright! How about this? You see that big rock over by you and this big one here by me? Whoever dislodges it first wins the whole game, once and for all. Never mind our piles.â
âNo, no way. Stop it, both of you. Weâre leaving now!â Neteyam hissed gravely.
However, neither you nor Loâak were paying him any attention. Narrowing your eyes at your best friend, you considered his proposal. You looked at the size of the rock Loâak had picked out for you, noted its position and then looked over at the rock he had assigned himself. Yours appeared to be in a better position. It was not wedged in as tightly to the cliff face as his was. You reckoned you could do it.
âDeal.â You called out to Loâak, who hooted in triumph despite Neteyamâs snarl of vexation at his side.
Both of you got stuck in immediately, feet and hands all intent on dislodging your respective rocks. Yours wobbled in its spot and you barked out a laugh of impending victory.
Several small rocks fell from overhead then and a thunderous crash echoed from above. What happened next happened so quickly that you were unsure if it had been your rock or Loâakâs that had caused the aftermath. The overhang disintegrated in a flash and a slew of mud and jagged rocks came pouring at speed over the edge where the overhang had been.
A cry of surprise left you and you stumbled backwards, tripping and falling painfully onto your side. Instinctively you rolled away from the surge of the rock slide and curled into foetal position, hands and arms over your head with your knees pressed to your chest.
The deafening roar of the rock slide dissipated, leaving a swirling cloud of dust and debris. Its gritty and granular texture stung your nose and you thought you could feel the grainy scratch of the tainted air all the way down your windpipe and into your lungs as you coughed violently.
Slowly uncurling your form, you tested your joints in small movements. You were scratched and scraped, but nothing felt broken or seriously injured. You could faintly make out Loâak and Neteyamâs worried voices as they called out to you, and you responded through a tickly throat, âIâm here! Iâm OK!â
The rock slide was massive. It had divided you and separated you from the boys where you all stood in a raised wall of rock and mud. Thankfully you were out in the open and so you were not trapped. You just had to climb over the wreckage to get back to the other side.
You saw the rocks at the uppermost part of the wreckage shift and Neteyamâs head poked over the peak, closely followed by Loâak who cried, âOh, shit! Kalia!â
The pair of brothers climbed gingerly over the apex of the wreckage, sliding downward on the slope towards you.
Neteyam reached you first though and you were gradually helped to your feet by his strong and firm hands. His eyes were wide and his breaths rushed from him in harsh pants while he checked you over. He circled you, gently lifting your arms as he went around, looking for any sign of serious injury. He crouched down then to look at the grazes on your legs.
You were a little shaken by the scare of the rock slide, but you were fine and you patted Neteyamâs hands where they clutched at your hips, his eyes focused on a graze along your thigh, âIâm fine, Neteyam. Nothing is broken. Theyâre only skin wounds.â
His eyes locked with yours for a few moments and they blazed with fury in their golden depths. He rose to his feet and you were prepared for him to berate you, but he swivelled around to Loâak instead and unleashed his ire, âYou fucking moron! What were you thinking? No, Iâll tell you what, you werenât thinking! This could have ended so much worse than it has! You should know better than this!â
Loâak shrivelled under his brotherâs wrath and Neteyam returned his livid eyes to you, âYou should know better. Both of you!â
Neteyam was almost vibrating with his rage. His nose was wrinkled and his upper lip was curled back in a snarl. You shrank at the sight, your shame consuming you as his words sunk in. He was right; you and Loâak had been extremely reckless.
Frankly, you were lucky to have escaped with your lives.
*** FLASHBACK END ***
That was another thing that you discovered you adored about Neteyam. He forgave easily and he never held a grudge.
You smiled to yourself at the thought. Neteyam had been angry for all of ten minutes at most, before he reverted to his usual caring and concerned self. You appreciated his kindly nature for what it was. Loâak, on the other hand, enjoyed pushing peopleâs buttons and you knew he took his brotherâs forgiving nature for granted by always testing his boundaries.
The true blue of your own skin stared back at you as you surveyed your torso and your limbs. Your face felt fresh and your hair, though sopping wet, no longer felt tacky. Satisfied with your scrubbing efforts, you waded back to the mossy bank of the stream where your clothing lay. You had tried to wash those too, but no amount of scouring and wringing had freed the stains from the cloth.
Dressing quickly, you met the boys back at the agreed spot.
Loâakâs skin still looked purple in places and his jaw dropped at the squeaky-clean sight of you, âHowâd you get all of it off you like that?â
You gloated a little at your job well done and smirked at him, âGood and proper scrubbing. Something youâd know nothing about. If you did, youâd smell better in general too.â
The comment elicited an offended gasp from Loâak and a hearty laugh from Neteyam who, despite having not partaken in their juicy fruit war, had also taken the opportunity to bathe.
âI donât smell bad!â Loâak protested, chest puffing with indignance.
You laughed and teased your friend further, âNo, you donât smell bad, but you donât smell good either.â
Neteyam stepped up to you then and your breath hitched on your next inhale. You hoped he had not noticed. Unlike his brother, Neteyam smelled very good to you. He scent was a clean musk like fresh forest greenery with a tinge of something spicy underneath.
âYou did a good job scrubbing, but you missed a spot.â The rich depth of Neteyamâs voice swept over you like a warm caress and you held your breath like you had somehow lost the ability to respire like a normal person. You saw him reach out with a hand and then his thumb swiped slowly and deliberately at something high on your forehead near your hairline.
His hand pulled away and you registered a small pink glob of squid fruit on his thumb just as said thumb disappeared into his mouth to suck the digit clean. Neteyamâs intense gaze never left yours as he pulled his thumb unhurriedly from between his lips. A delightful shiver raced down your spine, and your girlish daydreams churned their way to the forefront of your mind when you saw his tongue dart out to lick his lips one last time.
Neteyam turned then to lead the trio of you away back towards home and you vaguely registered your numb and tingling legs following suit alongside Loâak.
A revolted groan sounded from Loâak and it pulled you back to reality from the daydream you had been immersed in. Your head pivoted to meet his face, which was contorted into a disgusted moue, âWhat is it, Loâak?â
âStop eyeing up my brotherâs ass.â
Your mouth dropped open in shock. Truthfully, you had been admiring Neteyamâs rear, but you were not about to admit that. Scrambling for cover and trying to worm your way out of the hole you had found yourself in, you stuttered, âI wasnât! I was looking at his- umm, at his-â
âAss.â Loâak supplied again, deadpan.
âNo!â You hissed under your breath. Neteyam was walking a little way ahead of the both of you, but you were careful to keep your volume down. âI was looking at his tail!â
A sarcastic scoff was your best friendâs response and he eyed you calculatingly, his expression dripping with his disbelief, âBecause tails are so interesting. Come on, Kalia, donât lie to me. I know you find my brother attractive. Iâve seen the way you look at him.â
Stubborn and resolute in your plan not to admit the truth, you shook your head, âNope.â
Loâak laughed, the stray beaded braid that wasnât tucked behind his ear swinging charmingly with the movements of his head, âOh, so I suppose you just look at everyone like that? All moony-eyed? Hell, do you look at my ass like that when Iâm not looking?â
âEww! No! Gross!â
What ensued was a series of pinches, slaps and squeals as you squabbled. Neteyam halted in his tracks and he turned to see what all the commotion was about with a questioning look on his face.
Unable to resist the opportunity for another jibe at you, Loâak called out to him, âOi, turn back around bro. Youâre ruining the view.â
You felt the blood rush to your face and ears and you knew instantly that you were flushing a deep shade of violet. You slapped the back of Loâakâs thigh hard and satisfaction bloomed within you when he gave a pained yowl in reaction to it.
~~ Neteyamâs POV ~~
Seeing that you were both just bickering again as you often were, Neteyam gave a weary shake of his head and resumed walking. He had missed the meaning of Loâakâs cryptic comment, but he had not missed the deep blush staining its way across your smooth cheeks. He smiled to himself. You looked so beautiful when you blushed.
The bright pink of the squid fruit juice against your blue skin earlier had also coloured your complexion a lovely purple hue and it had reminded him very much of your blushing skin. The fruit juice had been smeared all over you; in your hair, on your face, your neck, your chest⌠And you had looked like a mouth-watering mess to him.
Neteyam felt saliva pool in his cheeks at the memory. By Eywa, he had wanted to clean your skin off himself with his own mouth and tongue. He had wanted to kiss you and taste the sweetness of the squid fruit on your plump lips. He had wanted to lick the gummy bits of fruit from your slender fingers and trail his tongue over every stained part of you until you were clean.
When you had sucked your own fingers into your mouth in the next moment, his thoughts had darkened even further. The sight of your succulent lips wrapped around your fingertips had been incredibly arousing, and he had forced himself to turn away when the next image his very male brain had supplied was of your sweet lips wrapped around something else of his.
He halted his thoughts immediately at the recollection. This had to stop. He had to find a way to distract himself from hankering after you. You were his baby brotherâs best friend, for goodness sake.
A feeling of futility swamped Neteyam when the next remark his brain supplied in response to his previous statement was âso what?â
***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
A few months later
Neteyam sat leaning against the softer, peeling bark of kelutral (Hometree) on one of the upper boughs. He had returned from the dayâs patrol not long ago and the soft light of partial eclipse streamed in dappled rays from the leafy canopy above.
Polishing the wood of his bow was one of the few things he found therapeutic in life. It was a mundane task and repetitive in nature, but it relaxed him and gave him time to just think and be. The slightly, nutty scent of the bow oil he was using was also a comforting smell that reminded him of who he was (a mighty warrior, firstborn son of the oloâeyktan) and it grounded him in those facts.
A much more saccharine scent tinged the air around him then and Neteyamâs ears twitched, alerted to the approach of someone from the branches below him. A loaf-shaped parcel, smelling absolutely delicious and wrapped in cooking cloth was carefully placed next to his thigh and he smiled, âHey Kalia.â
Shifting to peer downward over the edge of his seat, Neteyam met your lovely green eyes which glimmered currently with something he could not decipher in their depths.
You grinned toothily at him and your tone was earnest, âAre you busy? I donât want to impose.â
âNah, Iâm just chilling.â Neteyam replied, patting the space next to him and watching with a genial smile as you eagerly hopped up to join him at his invitation. He picked the loaf-shaped gift up and cocked his head at you, âWhatâs this for? Itâs your birthday tomorrow, not mine. Why are you giving me a treat?â
Your teeth nibbled at your lower lip and you turned beseeching eyes at him, âI know you like utumauti cake so I set some aside for you from the batch I made this morning. I need your help.â
âAhh, so this is bribery, is it?â Neteyam taunted mildly, regarding you through narrowed eyes.
âWell, kind of, but not really. I would have saved you some cake anyway even if I didnât have a favour to ask.â
âIâm just teasing you.â Neteyamâs chuckle was warm, âYou know you donât have to bribe me to help you out. What do you need?â
Tender affection swelled in his chest as he watched you beam at him in excitement at what you were about to ask. Neteyam realised in that moment that he would do just about anything to see you smile, to make you happy. He enjoyed your cooking and the little treats you left him, but they were unnecessary. You had an unlimited supply of favours from him, as far as he was concerned.
You were almost bouncing next to him with your delight as you spoke, âThe river trout are migrating currently and I want to see them tonight down at fkewkxor (mighty waterfall). My parents said I could go, but only if you came with me.â
The annual river trout migration passed through Omatikaya territory each year as they swam downstream through the nearby river. The migration was a stunning vision after eclipse at the falls, the bioluminescence of the masses of trout rippling in a multihued display as they made their journey down towards and over the falls before carrying on their way.
Neteyamâs agreement fell easily from his lips. He was more than happy to accompany you tonight, âSure. Of course Iâll come with you.â However, before his imagination could begin to conjure up delightful little fantasies of how he would spend his time alone with you this evening, a maddeningly familiar voice called from below.
âDid he say yes? Can we go tonight?â Loâak.
Irritation flared through him and Neteyam almost sagged in disappointment. He was conscious of keeping his expression cool though. Of course Loâak would be coming. He was your best friend. But you both needed a chaperone to go out after eclipse and that was where he fit into the picture. It seemed you had picked up on his annoyance anyway and you wrinkled your nose sheepishly at him, eyes beseeching.
With a long-suffering sigh, Neteyam called down to his brother, âYes, Iâll take you both tonight! Iâll meet you at the ikran rookery after last meal and weâll go then.â
You let out a gleeful squeal and pumped your fist into the air, and Neteyam could not help the grin that wormed its way across his cheeks at your elation. You were thanking him profusely and were just about to slip off the bough to leave him to his peace, when he took your hand to get your attention. The little gasp of surprise you emitted was endearing.
Neteyam squeezed your hand gently, his thumb rubbing in fond strokes across your knuckles, âOnly because itâs your birthday tomorrow.â
He released your hand and you thanked him one more time with an appreciative smile, âThanks, Neteyam. It means a lot. I hope you like the cake.â
***~~~***
~~ Your POV ~~
The spectacle was breathtaking. The swell of the frothing rapids at the mouth of the waterfall was a foamy contrast against the rippling flashes of bioluminescent colour from the trout beneath the surface. You could not make out the individual fish, but the polychromatic mass of them made it look like the water was alive with colour. The entire waterfall glowed in the darkness of eclipse and you could hardly believe your eyes at what you were seeing.
Neteyam had led the three of you to an enormous tree that grew almost right by the mouth of the waterfall. The treeâs boughs and branches extended and hung out over the waterfall itself, making it a prime viewing spot. Your cheeks hurt at how wide you were smiling and even Neteyam seemed just as enamoured by the vision where he stood next to you.
The trout migration was a beautiful sight, but Neteyam was beautiful too.
Neteyam was entirely focused on the spectacle before him and it gave you a perfect opportunity to stare. You knew staring was rude, but only if you were caught, right?
In the low light of eclipse, his skin almost appeared a richer shade of blue, his darker stripes a complementary cobalt against his cyan skin. The bioluminescent tanhĂŹ (freckles) on his face sparkled bright like stars in the night sky like his own unique set of constellations. Your eyes tracked his tanhĂŹ on their journey down his striking form; over his shoulder, down his well-muscled chest and abdomen; down to his hip and toned thighsâŚ
âI thought you wanted to come here to watch the trout.â
Your head snapped up to Neteyamâs face and you found him watching you, watching him. Mortification shot through you at being caught, and your brain was blank and useless in that moment, completely unhelpful at finding something to say. You must have looked very much like a trout then with your wide, unblinking eyes, your mouth opening and closing wordlesslyâŚ
Neteyam was still watching you intently, but there was a hint of something in his eyes, something you had not seen before; something playful and hot and utterly male. It made your skin prickle with a delicious heat and made flutters burst in your stomach.
You broke the eye contact, embarrassed, and your words finally returned to you again though they were not exactly coherent, âI did! I do- I am- Itâs just- Just thank you.â
You chanced a glance at him again and a corner of his lips quirked upward. Neteyam dipped his head downward, his chin lowering, but his eyes never left yours as he watched you. You shivered at the look. He looked like a hunter about to capture his preyâŚ
âHoly shit! You have to come up here. The view is amazing and there are no lower branches in the way of your eyeline.â Loâak exclaimed from several branches up, âCome on, guys!â
Excited, you climbed your way up to meet him with Neteyam following close behind.
The branch Loâak stood on was a younger branch near the top of the treeâs canopy. It was not as thick and impervious as the older boughs lower down, but it appeared to be holding Loâakâs weight just fine. You hopped nimbly up onto it and began gingerly making your way down it towards Loâak who had his hand waiting outstretched for you. The branch bowed ever so slightly and it swayed under your feet as it adjusted to your added weight. You halted your steps.
Neteyamâs voice was a low warning from behind you where he remained next to the treeâs trunk, âThis branch isnât going to hold you both. Come back this way Kalia.â
Loâak, as usual, held a conflicting opinion, âAww man, donât worry bro, yes it will. Itâs a little bendy, thatâs all.â
You looked between the two brothers who both had one hand stretched out to you now as you stood in the middle. Neteyam was shaking his head in a reiteration of his point, his golden eyes fierce, impelling you to return to safety. Loâakâs expression was nonchalant, his eyebrows raised awaiting your approach.
In the end it was Loâakâs next words that sealed the deal, âCome on, Kalia, donât be a wuss.â
You never backed down from a challenge, especially not from Loâak. You were not a wuss and so you turned towards him and took the several steps required the rest of the way to grasp his hand.
The branch pitched downward with a little wobble under your combined weight, but it held.
A triumphant ululation trilled from Loâak and he laughed, âSee? I told you itâd be fine.â
You breathed out a quiet âwowâ as the new vantage point afforded you a clear and unimpeded view of the entire waterfall in all its phantastic glory, just as Loâak had said. However the branch you were on was not wide enough for both of you stand side by side, and it was a little awkward peering from around his shoulder.
Seeing your position, Loâak looked up at the branch above him and he grinned at you, âHere, Iâll hop out of the way so you can see better.â
The next few moments passed in a sluggish blur for you, almost as if time had slowed to a snailâs pace. The last thing you heard was Neteyamâs panicked cry of, âLoâak, no!â, before Loâak sprang upward from in front of you, reaching for the branch above to pull himself up and out of the way.
The sickening crunch of wood splintering followed as the force of Loâakâs well-meaning spring shattered the weight limits of the branch beneath you. Abruptly, your feet were no longer grounded as you saw the broken branch fall away. Gravity sank its sharp talons into you and then you were plummeting too towards the majestic but treacherous waters that lay in wait below.
The last thing you felt was your breath tearing from your squeezing lungs and forcing its way up your throat in a choking scream.
~~ Neteyamâs POV ~~
The piercing sound of your terrified scream echoed through the woods and Neteyam watched, petrified, as your frame was swallowed by the thunderous falls.
âFuck, KALIA!â Loâakâs own screech was hoarse as he pulled himself up all the way onto the branch above. He appeared a hairâs breadth away from diving in after you when Neteyam stopped him.
He was not about to let his brother risk his own life any further, but Neteyam held no such reservations about himself, âNo, Loâak! Stay here, you skxawng! Call for help if we donât surface!â
It was a perilous endeavour, but what choice did he have? There was no time to waste thinking. You were down there and he needed to get to you. With his heart galloping in his chest and his heart whispering prayer after prayer to Eywa to keep you alive, Neteyam leapt from the broken stump of a branch and into the raging falls after you.
Tucking his head as his body speared into a downward dive, Neteyam felt the force of thundering water hit him before he was submerged under the surface. All around him were roiling bubbles and scattering trout as they endeavoured to avoid the foreign creature that had just invaded their environment. There was no sense of direction; he had no idea which way was up and which way was down. Neteyam felt trapped in the never-ending churn of the water, but he reached and pulled against the water with his arms and kicked out with his legs nevertheless.
Neteyamâs sole concern was you. Great Mother, he had promised to keep you safeâŚ
You had only been allowed to go out tonight because you were under his watch; you had been entrusted into his care. His thoughts were frantic⌠Please Eywa, help me⌠help her! Help me reach her!
Neteyam realised the trout around him were upright and swimming in the same direction, which was a good sign. It meant he was the right way up. Having regained his sense of direction, he doubled down on his focus. He could not see any sign of you beneath the water, though it was difficult looking through shoals of trout. Reaching the riverâs bottom, Neteyam kicked off it and propelled himself towards the surface for a breath of air.
Breaching the surface, Neteyamâs head spun around looking for you. Nothing. He dove under again, continuing his search. All he could see was trout and his chest was tight with frustration and desperation. Please, Great Mother, please!
Something small and black drifted past his eyeline in a furry tuft amidst the writhing bodies of trout... Your tail! It was the tuft of your tail! With renewed vigour, Neteyam swam towards it with all his might, his hands reaching out until he could grasp it. The trout parted as he pulled your unmoving form towards him. His emotions were a contradiction in that moment. He was relieved that he had found you, but alarmed to see that you were unconscious.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, Neteyam kicked his legs, hauling you up to the surface.
Neteyam jostled your body roughly in an attempt to wake you when your face broke the waterline. He coughed, his frenetic words leaving him in wet gurgles as he cried out, âKalia, wake up! Can you hear me? Breathe! Kalia!â You remained unresponsive; your chest unmoving as you drew no breaths.
The water was calmer here now as he floated downstream with you. Turning onto his back to keep you atop him, he frog-kicked towards the riverbank and thanked Eywa when he could finally touch the riverbed with his feet. Swimming back far enough until it was shallow enough for him to stand, Neteyam righted you in his arms, hooking one arm under your knees and the other around your shoulders so he could carry you ashore.
Delicately positioning you on your back on the muddy bank, Neteyamâs fingers flew to the crook of your neck where it met your jaw, probing desperately for a pulse. Nothing. Pure, undiluted panic shot through him. Placing his hands on your chest like he had been taught, he knelt alongside you and started chest compressions.
âCome on, Kalia!â Neteyam urged, âCome back to me, paskalin!â
Thirty compressions later, he pinched your nose, tilted your head back and sealed his mouth over yours. He gave you two breaths, feeling your chest rise slightly with each one. He checked again for a pulse.
Still nothing.
With a wild curse, Neteyam restarted chest compressions. He knew this was your only chance at survival and yet he was so afraid that he would break your sternum with the force of his compressions. Sixteen or seventeen compressions in, your shoulders and chest punched outward and your body gave a violent wretch. River water spewed from your mouth and you took a ragged but blessed breath in. A fit of wet coughs wracked you as your body ejected some more of the water from your saturated lungs.
A startled cry of relief left Neteyam and he propped you upright in his arms, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head, âThank you, Great Mother! Keep breathing, paskalin. Thatâs it! Thatâs good.â
He cupped your cheek, forcing your gaze to focus on him. Your eyes were wild with disorientation and fear, and Neteyam clutched you to his chest as you began to cry bitterly. The sound of your crying was heart-wrenching, but it was welcome proof to him that you were alive.
Your drenched body quaked in his arms from the chill of the river water and Neteyam let out several trills and ululations, calling for his ikran. He needed to get you back to his grandmother. Quickly.
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~~ Neteyamâs POV ~~
To say that Neteyam was angry with Loâak was a vast understatement. He was absolutely livid with his brother.
He and Loâak had fought countless times in their lives. It was the way of things when you grew up as brothers whose personalities were at such odds with each other. Countless disagreements and countless rebukes, but Neteyam had always been eloquent, even in his ire. He had always known how to scold Loâak; had always known what words to use to chastise him. But tonight had clearly been one step too far.
Tonight, Neteyam knew he was beyond angry because for the first time in their lives, he had no words. He had been silent ever since he had returned to kelutral with you in his arms several hours ago.
Loâak had taken full responsibility and had owned up to his reckless behaviour. Both their own family and yours had been horrified by the events of the evening as he had recounted the truth to them. Loâakâs immense contrition had manifested itself all night as repeated apologies to whoever would listen.
His grandmother had thoroughly checked you over when he had arrived home with you. You had sustained several shallow gashes to the skin of your back where you must have hit the rocks at the bottom of the waterfall. You had aspirated river water and there would still be excess fluid in your lungs despite you having coughed most of it up. Moâat had prescribed bedrest and careful monitoring of you for the next several days in hope that you would not develop a lung infection.
It was astonishing how the axis of Neteyamâs entire world had shifted in the space of one evening. He had vowed to himself a few moons ago that he would find a way to stop his growing feelings for you. He had done this partially out of respect for your close friendship with Loâak and also because he was convinced you did not see him the same way.
But he had nearly lost you tonight. And there was nothing in life that gave a person quite the same clarity of perspective than the threat of imminent death.
So what, if you were his baby brotherâs best friend? Tonight had taught Neteyam that life was too short not to go after what he wanted.
Neteyam kept silent vigil in the healersâ hut where you were now asleep again. He had not left your side so far. Part of him needed to see you, to hear you breathing to assuage the deep-seated apprehension in his soul that you might somehow stop breathing again. And what if no one was there to notice?
Out of the corner of his eye, Neteyam saw Loâak get up from his spot a little further away to come and sit by him again. Neteyam ground his jaw together so hard that his teeth started to hurt.
âSay something, bro.â Loâak pressed softly, keeping his voice down so as not to wake you.
Neteyamâs nostrils flared and he pressed his thumb and forefinger into his eyes in vexation, âI donât know what you want me to say.â
âIâm sorry.â
âI know. Youâve said that a billion times already.â
âIâm sorry I didnât listen to you. Say you forgive me now, please? You were right, OK? That branch didnât hold.â
Neteyamâs gaze had been alternating only between your prone form and his clasped hands in his lap up until now, but he turned incredulous eyes at his brother then. He gave a quiet scoff of disbelief, âBy Eywa, thatâs what youâre sorry for? For not listening to me? You think that I want you to apologise to me because you didnât believe that I was right? Fuck, you donât get it at all, Loâak.â
Loâak blinked several times and his brows knitted in a confused furrow, âWhat? Iâve already apologised. I donât know what more you want from me.â
Neteyamâs nose wrinkled in a silent snarl at his brother, âThis is your fault. Itâs always your fault because your apologies are never backed up with a change of behaviour.â
âI know, bro. I promise Iâll listen to you from now on.â
âNo! Thatâs not it!â Neteyamâs hiss was quiet but no less vehement, âItâs not about me being right or you not listening to me. Itâs about you recognising that you need to think before you rush headlong into your fun and games! I wonât always be there to protect her!â
He saw Loâakâs eyes flick to your sleeping form and saw the recognition dawn on his brotherâs face. Loâak had caught the inflection in his last sentence, âOh, so this is just about Kalia, is it? Youâd be fine if it was me that nearly drowned tonight instead?â
 Neteyam growled a warning, âDonât be unkind. This is about both of you.â
âYeah, I get it.â Loâak said casually, but Neteyam could sense his brotherâs rising temper, could see it in the impatient flick of his tail, âIn general, youâre concerned about the both of us, but right now tonight, this anger of yours, itâs all about her.â
âOf course! She died tonight, Loâak! She was dead when I pulled her from the river! Weâre lucky I managed to resuscitate her!â Neteyam snarled, his ears pinned and his own tail lashing behind him, âYou put her in danger. You have done so, so many times with your recklessness! So help me Eywa, if you canât comprehend in your thick skull that you need to grow up and consider your own safety, then leave Kalia out of it, at least.â
Loâakâs lips curled in a derisive snarl of his own, âYou canât have her, bro. I wonât let you.â
Neteyam clenched his jaw. This was not the direction he had wanted this conversation to go in, but at the same time, it was a conversation that had been stewing in the background for moons now. His brother seemed all too eager to jump on this train of thought, full steam ahead.
Loâak continued, âSheâs my best friend. I see the way you look at her, Neteyam. You want her for yourself.â
Neteyam knew he had to tread carefully here and choose his words wisely. It was both dishonest and futile to deny his attraction to you now, but he did not want it to come at the cost of your friendship with Loâak. Swallowing tightly, he began in a measured tone, âI donât want to take her away from you. I just want her to be safe. I want you to be safe so that she is safe with you. Youâre not good for her if you wonât change your behaviour.â
Loâak was shaking his head now, his breaths puffing heavily from his nostrils as he got more and more agitated, âHow about you stay away from her, bro. Sheâs my friend.â
âThis doesnât have to be a you or me situation.â Â Neteyam reasoned, âMy interest in her and your friendship are not mutually exclusive things.â
âNo, you canât have her!â The words were spat from Loâak in a vicious growl, louder now than before.
âThat isnât your choice or mine, Loâak! Itâs hers! But I have every right to express my wish to court her!â
âSTAY. AWAY. FROM HER!â
âYou donât have any right to demand that!â
âStop fighting.â The voice was feminine croak and Neteyam startled, his head spinning back to look at you. His brotherâs head had swivelled around just as swiftly and he was sure he heard the vertebrae in Loâakâs neck pop.
~~ Your POV ~~
It had been the most impressive quiet argument that you had ever heard, if you were honest. The brothers had done well maintaining a hushed volume up until the last few moments. You figured it was time to intervene since the conversation was getting out of hand and it was also especially imprudent for you to be eavesdropping on a conversation about, well, you.
Your throat felt scratchy and your lungs felt sore, but you were fairly clear-headed otherwise.
âShit, Kalia, sorry we woke you.â Loâak was by your side in a flash and one of his hands curled around yours, âFuck, Iâm so sorry about tonight. I really am.â
His tone was remorseful and you knew he felt awful. Loâak was careless but he was not callous by any means. He cared greatly for you despite him unintentionally contradicting that fact at times with his reckless behaviour.
Loâakâs eyes appeared a little watery in the flickering firelight of the hut and you reached out to pat his cheek kindly, âHush, I know. Iâm OK now. We live and we learn, yes?â He nodded mutely.
You saw Neteyamâs face swim into view beside Loâakâs and your heart gave a squeeze. An assortment of thoughts and emotions eddied around in your mind at the sight of his handsome face; gratitude, affection, remnants of your fright from earlier in the evening, and a kittenish shyness at what you had heard him say just moments ago.
Looking back to Loâak, you took the hand that was holding yours and kissed the back of it, âYou know youâll always be my best buddy, right? Nothing will change that. Ever.â You saw the slight pout of Loâakâs lips lift in a grin. You needed to speak to Neteyam though, alone, to thank him for rescuing you. Mostly to thank him, but you wanted to address a few other things tooâŚ
You cleared the scratch in your throat and shot Loâak a reassuring smile, âIâll catch you in a bit, yeah? Could you give your brother and I some time? Iâd like to speak to him.â
You had to fight the urge to giggle because when you saw Loâakâs grin pucker into an unimpressed moue. He looked from you to his brother and then back again and drawled sarcastically, âYeah sure, I see how it is. Youâll be my best friend in the daytimes and then youâll go and suck face with my brother in the evenings.â
Both you and Neteyam hissed Loâakâs name in shocked unison as he got up to give you both some privacy. He called over his shoulder as he disappeared out the draping flaps of the healersâ hut, âDonât do anything gross in there kids, Iâm just outside.â
Neteyam emitted an irritated huff and he rolled his eyes. His cheeks were purpling ever so slightly and you giggled, your own cheeks heating in response. You sat in silence for a few moments, neither of you really knowing what to say or how to begin.
You looked at Neteyam in the lambent glow of the firelight. He was looking intently at his folded hands in his lap and a frown wrinkled his forehead. He looked a little upset and you realised then that while it had been you who had fallen, gotten injured and had to be resuscitated, it was Neteyam who had had to live the waking nightmare of all those moments.
You extended the fingertips of your left hand and you stroked them gently against the back of his clasped hands, âHey, thanks for saving me. I wouldnât be here if not for you.â
âYou werenât here for a little bit.â The words were a broken mumble from Neteyam, who turned one of his palms out to twine his fingers with yours. He looked defeated.
âIâm here now and thatâs what matters.â
His fingertips were warm against your cold ones and you instinctively sought out more of his warmth, sliding your palm forward to seat it fully against his. You felt his fingers wrap around your palm in return and the motion sent a thrill through you.
Neteyam took a shaky inhale and his exhale punched out of him in a defeated sigh, he shook his head gravely, âFuck, Kalia you scared me today. You were gone. I had to fight to bring you back and-â He stopped suddenly and his eyes reluctantly fixed themselves on the dark purple bruising where the top of your chest was peeking out from the woven blanket Moâat had wrapped around you.
âIt doesnât hurt much.â You supplied, âYou did what you had to and Iâm so grateful. I was stupid today too. It wasnât just Loâak who didnât listen. You told me not to go out onto the branch. Iâm sorry too. I shouldâve known better.â
He pursed his lips at you then, clearly agreeing with your sentiment, âLook, Iâm not going to try and stop you and Loâak from hanging out, but you both need to be more careful. Think about what youâre doing, assess the situation. I donât want to have to give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation ever again.â
âNot the kind of mouth-to-mouth youâd like to give me?â Perhaps it was the heady mix of tonic that Moâat had given you as pain-relief. Or maybe it was the fact that you had overheard Neteyam admit to being attracted to you that emboldened you, but the quip was out of mouth before you could stop it.
Neteyamâs mouth popped ajar at your remark and he spluttered, âI-It wasnât exactly a kiss.â
Your tittered even harder at his reaction and you countered with another quip, âNo, Iâd like to be alive when that one happens.â
He continued to gawp at you and you nibbled on your bottom lip bashfully. Eywa, youâd been crushing on Neteyam for a couple of years now, and to hear him say that he would like to court you was a girlish dream come true. You squeezed his hand promisingly and he chuckled.
He licked his lips and his eyes fell to his lap again. He shifted his other hand to join your already clasped ones and rested it over yours. Your hand was cradled between both of his now and the blazing heat of skin was electrifying. He lifted his eyes then to meet your gaze and admitted, âI didnât think you felt that way about me.â
âAnd I thought you didnât see me as anything more than your little brotherâs annoying friend!â You exclaimed with a laugh, âBy Eywa, Iâve been cooking you things and bringing them to you personally for so long now. I was convinced you just thought me a pest.â
Neteyam frowned and cocked his head at you, âI thought those were bribes and âthank youâ treats for keeping an eye on you and Loâak.â
âWell, they were, but itâs because I didnât want you to stop coming.â
He smiled at you then, one of his beautiful, bright smiles that made you feel all warm and tingly inside. He brought your knuckles up to his face and pressed a kiss to them, and the soft velvet brush of his lips made your stomach quiver and your toes curl. He murmured, âSo youâll allow me to court you?â
You beamed at him with a nod and you wondered if he could see the happy stars bursting in the depths of your green eyes. A stupid part of you was a little disappointed that the first time his lips had touched yours you had not been conscious. It had not been a kiss, but still.
You wanted a kiss now and you never backed away from an opportunity to get what you wanted, âKiss me, Neteyam, please?â
A corner of his lips quirked upward and his chin tilted down again, his eyes never leaving yours. You recognised that look. It was the same keen expression he had worn earlier that evening after he had caught you staring at him instead of the trout. Great Mother, that expression sent delightful shivers through you.
You saw him lean down towards you slowly, bracing his weight on his palms on either side of your head, and he smirked, âLoâak is going to be so annoyed.â
âLoâak knows. Heâs known about my feelings for you for a while now. Heâs just going to have to share.â You whispered, your heartrate quickening and your breath puffing in smaller pants of anticipation as Neteyamâs face neared yours. A husky chortle rumbled by your ear and you gave a small gasp as his hot breath tickled the side of your face.
Neteyam purred his response, âWell as long as I donât have to share this-â He pressed a slow kiss to your right cheek, âOr this-â Another unhurried press of his lips to your left cheek, âAnd especially not this-â His smooth lips enveloped yours in a chaste, but lingering press, âThen Iâm fine sharing. Happy birthday, Kalia.â
Bright and unbridled delight rushed through you in a series of flutters and flurries in your chest and in your stomach. You had almost forgotten. The darkest part of eclipse had come and gone. It was your birthday today. Your first kiss with Neteyam was without a doubt, the best birthday present ever. Neteyam was grinning smugly down at you and you reached up to loop your arms around his neck, pulling him down towards you again for another deliciously plush and moist meld of your lips.
It was a little uncoordinated and a little bit messy as the two of you continued your curious exploration of each otherâs mouths. After all, you were both new to each other like this. However, the experience was no less stimulating. You had plenty of time to practise and get better, you mused.
Evidently Loâak had chosen the wrong time to peek through the gap in the hutâs entry flaps, and you and Neteyam broke away from each other laughing when his indignant voice sounded from outside.
âEww, yuck! I SAID NO GROSS STUFF!â
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Bbbyyyyđđđđ Neteyam fic⌠all imma say is Neteyam fiiicc!!! đĽđĽđĽ God damn i almost passed out reading it, thatâs how good it is
Pleaseeee write more of him, iâm even gonna beg for it â¤ď¸
Taking what is His
Warning: NSFW content (MDNI), cheating, arranged marriage, angst, breeding kink, angry!Neteyam, etc.
Pairing: Neteyam x Omatikaya!Reader
Synopsis: You were Neteyam's first but your parents promised you to another man. Like hell Neteyam will allow that to happen.
A/n: Your wish is my command sweetheart. Have some possessive Neteyam. 500 followers special!
You were Neteyam's but that "cunt" came in your life. Your relationship flourished beautifully before he left for the Metkayina clan. Distraught took over your soul. You mate-to-be was leaving. Would he come back to You? What if he found a woman more beautiful than you could ever be? Those were the question your younger self would ask herself.
It's been 8 years ever since that day. Probably he is living happily with a woman. No! You couldn't think about him. You had a mate. You didn't like him very much, he tries to be the carbon copy of Neteyam and continuously failing after you begged him to stop. He showed you off to his friends as you were his trophy and a prize that he won. Neteyam would never.
You went to the Tree of Souls praying your Neteyam, the man you truly love, would return to you in a safe conditions. You visited the Mountains and sat at the cliff waiting. About to give up, one day you saw ikrans flew to the west, towards the village. Your eyes widen, your Neteyam was finally back. You rushed down to the village. It was true. It was him. He looked different, tattoos were found on his stomach and face also with his arms and legs.
He was a warrior here and a warrior at sea. His handsome demeanor struck you unlike when you were with Ka'wan. He was good looking but could never compared to Neteyam. The girls beside you looked at him in awe stating how he become even more handsome. You walked away from the crowd, thinking Neteyam could never love you again. Maybe he had changed. Maybe he was not the same Neteyam 8 years ago.
Neteyam went straight to her grandmother's hut. "Where is she, grandmother? I have looked everywhere!", he asked in a panic. " She is a woman now, Neteyam. Do you still expect her to live with her parents?", she asked, making him realized what was happening. " So where is she?", he asked again.
" Do you see the hut over there?", she pointed. He nodded. "You will find her there but I warn you you may not like what you will hear.", Neteyam looked confused but heeded his grandmother's words. On his way, he saw a man exiting your hunt. Who was he?
You were cleaning up your hut until you felt a presence behind you. "TĂŹyawn, I have returned back to You!", he said hugging you from behind. Your Neteyam was here by your side and you smiled widely. He let you. He watched as you scanned your surroundings. "Neteyam, I'm so happy you're back but you can't stay here!", you whisper-yelled. Neteyam as angry, he was finally back yet you were pushed him away.
"What is wrong, ma syulang?", he questioned. "Neteyam I don't know how to say this but you can't call you yours anymore for I'm promised to someone.", you explained. That explained the man that walked out of your hut. He was furious, he backed you up to the hut's wall. You were scared. He grabbed you by your chin forcing you to look at him.
"So after I nearly died at the Metkayina and kept you in my heart for eight fucking years, you had the nerve, the enfrontery to mate with another man!", you trembled in his hands. Tears stung your eyes as he continued to shout at you. You tried to push him off you.
"Neteyam, please!", you begged. "It was my parents! They hoped you would come back earlier but they feared I would be lonely for the rest of my life!", you yelled back, Neteyam finally calmed down, letting up of your chin. "What! I'm the son of Toruk Makto, a mighty warrior yet they had no hope for me!", he yelled before tried to calm himself. He looked at you lovingly, backing you up towards the bed.
You fell on the bed and Neteyam crawled over you. He kissed your neck and then headed for your cheek and then your lips. "You were mine then and you are still mine now.", he said with your bottom lip touched yours. You closed your eyes and smiled remembering your sweet memories when you were teenagers in love. You loved him but Ka'wan was still a person.
"Wait! We can't do this, Neteyam. Ka'wan-", you tried to explain but you silenced you with her finger. He slowly tried your top. "You're as beautiful as I remember.", you kissed from your chest to your stomach and paused at your loincloth. He looked up at you for consent which you granted. He grabbed for his loincloth and pulled it out.
"You and I are meant to be.", he said sliding himself into you. You squealed as the pleasure of the man you truly loved was inside of you. You pulled him in for a kiss. This was meant to be. "Ma'Teyam, I'm yours.", you said. He thrusted inside of you. "You're mine, my mate, the mother of all my children!", he said as he rammed into you like a mad man. He grabbed your hips allowing him to go either further.
"I gonna make you get birth to MY children, not his!", you tried to push him. "No--ahh-- I will be a shame to my family--nnmgh-- the village people will talk!", you said through your moans. "I am future olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, no one will have a word to say of you.", you felt your cunt giving wetter by his words. "Move your hips, tĂŹyawn! Eywa made us for each other.", he stated with each thrust touching your womb. You grabbed the soft sheet on the bed, you closed your eyes from the pleasure overwhelming your body.
You felt your pussy clench around his cock. You came inside of you. You moaned from ecstasy. You wrapped your hand around Neteyam as he fell in your chest. "You are my woman, the mother of all my children, Tsahik !", he said. "We are meant to be, Ma'Teyam.", you whispered, not caring Ka'wan was the man you were promised to.
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SKYRACER | neteyam x readerÂ
pairing:Â neteyam x f!reader
summary: you love your life, and you love your two best friends, loâak and kiri, missing them deeply when they leave for the tulkun season at the eastern sea once a year, leaving you all alone with the rest of the sullyâs, including neteyam. as you prepare for another farewell, everything takes an unexpected turn on a fateful night, altering the course of your lives forever.
word count:Â 4.9k
warnings: mention of blood, (no sweat), and tears, best friend loâak (platonic soulmates), lovely supporting friend kiri, tension between neteyam and you, protective neteyam, caring neteyam, angry neteyam, mention of heartbreak from previous relationship, alcohol use and parties, basically the beginning of a love story through melancholy and hardships .Â
note:Â takes place five years after the events of atwow. this is a repost. series masterlist
* gifâs not mine.
in the depths of my mind, I kept you hidden, a treasure too priceless to be revealed, for your soul is pure, your beauty unbidden, a rose in the fields, unconquered, unconcealed.Â
On the night when it all began, the sky stretched above, clear and serene, while a gentle breeze rustled through the air. The moon, a slender crescent, cast its ethereal glow upon the dense forests of Pandora, drawing intricate shadows upon the tents nestled amidst the towering trees. Its radiance danced upon the still surface of the deserted lake, while the forest itself seemed adorned with a tapestry of fallen leaves and meandering vines.
Your body felt weak, your heartbeat faltered, its rhythm growing feeble, and your pulse felt strangely sluggish. With a heavy sigh escaping your lips, you sank down onto the ground, your trembling hands finding their way to the tangles of your hair. The wind, mischievous in its playful dance, toyed with the fabric of your loincloth and the flowers and feathers that adorned your form, teasing and loosening a single strand from the intricately braided locks that Kiri had graced with delicately handcrafted beads that evening.
With a desperate gesture, you pressed the balls of your hands firmly against your closed eyes, seeking respite from the world. Colors of light and dark swirled in a dizzying dance behind your lids, creating a kaleidoscope of sensations. The sharp pain that had taken residence above your temples intensified, causing another low, pained sigh to escape from your chapped lips as if carrying the weight of your weariness.
You heard your name before you felt his hand on your arm, his knee touched yours and for a brief moment, your heart almost completely stopped. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him yet; your eyes were strangely veiled as if they were watering. "What's going on?"
There was an uncomfortable metallic taste in your mouth, and you carefully put your hand to your lips, only to discover the crimson evidence of blood trickling on your lips from your nose. Images of that night were difficult to push aside anyway, but in connection with the headache, it was almost impossible to suppress the onslaught of memories.Â
You cursed under your breath, your voice cracked and feeble, as you looked up at Lo'ak with an awkward expression.
"Broâ" Lo'ak's voice trailed off as his eyebrows shot up, his gaze shifting to the blood on your hand and then on your face. Swiftly, he retrieved a cloth that was secured to his side near his hunting knife. "Take this, it's clean. I only used it to polish my knife."
Gratefully, you accepted the cloth and pressed it against your nose to stem the bleeding.
"You need to see TsahĂŹk," he said softly, his eyes fixed on your profile.
"That'sâ" you began to protest, but the pain cut through your words. It hit you suddenly and with greater intensity than before, almost violently, leaving you gasping for breath. You attempted to stand, but your knees gave way, and you slumped down. Lo'ak struggled to keep you upright, his arms straining to support you.
"You have to see TsahĂŹk," he repeated, and you could only weakly shake your head. Blood trickled down your chin in thin lines, dripping onto the edge of your upper piece, leaving dark-red stains on the feathers. "You've been feeling unwell all evening. I'm worried about you."
That's how he was, Lo'ak Sully. Caring and considerate, not towards everyone, actually towards no one, but towards a selected few, including you. Instead of enjoying the celebration held in his honor, he had barely left your side throughout the evening. Even now, he preferred sitting with you rather than accepting another drinking challenge. In two days, he would embark on another journey to the Eastern Sea as the Tulkun Season was about to begin, and you wouldn't be able to see him for a long, long time. Actually, you should be grateful; missing him would only be temporary, and you would have something to look forward to. Five years ago, when you thought you would never see the Sully's again, it looked quite different. Back then, external circumstances had forced them to leave your clan and seek shelter far away in the East, leaving you with a void deep inside you. Fortunately, those external circumstances had been resolved by now, and Lo'ak, he was both Omatikaya and Metkayina now, being the bridge between the two clans, with the tattoo on his side below his cummerbund serving as proof. You were very proud of him and loved listening to his stories about his other friends and adventures. However, the farewell was close, meaning until his return in six moons, you would miss him, so much.Â
"You're drunk," you managed to say with difficulty. Speaking was incredibly hard for you, and the words felt fragile on your lips. "The village is over an hour away. And I won't let you fly; I'd rather die a wretched death out here."
"As charming as ever," Lo'ak muttered but secretly agreed. "Y/n, I... Can you stand up?" Of course, you couldn't. He presumably realized that in the next moment. "I'm going to quickly run back to the party, and you'll wait for me to return, okay? I'll hurry, I promise. Do you understand me?"
Your nod came seconds too late; he had already headed back toward the direction of loud music and youthful laughter. The vibrations reached the ground, shaking the earth beneath you. You could faintly hear Kiri's laughter as someone played the blue flute in the background. The spots danced before your eyes without you having to close them, and while the pain in your temples had eased, every sudden movement felt like your skull was about to explode.
A small group of young Na'vi passed by on the other side, maybe ten meters away from you, laughing and drinking while heading straight into the forest, but without noticing you; two couples, maybe a year or two older than you, with their hands clasped and bottles sharing.
The following thought brought a crooked smile to your lips and, inexplicably, tears to your eyes. But it was true. Pathetic as it may seem at first glance, all you wanted was to be truly loved, to have your mate by your side; a man with a strong heart who would love you like Jake loved Neytiri, who would call you beautiful even in the mornings when you woke up with messy hair and a puffy face; who would create a safe haven in his arms, where you could be vulnerable and share your deepest secrets; who would make you laugh with his infectious sense of humor, turning ordinary moments into extraordinary memories; who would hold your heart in his hands and cherished it as if it were his own, loving you unconditionally, flaws and all, reminding you that you are enough. Sometimes, more than anything, you wished for that to happen. And on those days, even Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan seemed somewhat attractive with his fleeting, almost coy smile directed towards yet another girl.
Another girl, yes. By now you were convinced that not just the girls but your whole clan had developed a crush, no matter how tiny or big, on the golden boy, and he liked that, of course, he did, he loved the attention and praise from almost anyone; almost, leaving you to possibly be the only person in the whole village who he wouldn't willingly exchange a word with. Not that you minded, on the contrary, you'd never gotten along with Neteyam since you were kids and you knew that it was mutual.Â
It wasn't that you had never been in love before, experiencing the euphoria and joy of a promising and fulfilling future ahead. But once your heart had been shattered, it became challenging for you to trust in someone else's words, no matter how beautifully spoken. This is why stepping out of your comfort zone felt incredibly difficult for you.
"We're back," Lo'ak's voice interrupted your thoughts, and as he helped you up, you realized who we referred to. Indeed, Neteyam Sully stood before you, holding the saddle for his ikran, and looked down at you, almost with a hint of pity.
"Why him of all people?" you grumbled, giving Lo'ak a weary glance. You felt like tears were ready to spill at any moment. "What about Kiri?"
"I didn't want to interrupt Kiri in her debate on equality versus equity against that flute guy. Plus, Neteyam is probably the only one around here who isn't too drunk to fly."
"No one?" you exclaimed, unable to hide your disbelief. However, before you could receive a proper answer, Neteyam himself lifted you onto his ikran, who rested a few meters away beneath the canopy of flower trees, alongside the other majestic creatures. With a swift motion that would typically have prompted an eye roll of annoyance â your current state sadly left no room for such sentiments â he positioned himself right behind you, his presence uncomfortably close, your thighs almost touching. He gently patted his ikran on the head to greet her, before he encircled your waist with his arms in a way that made your back lean onto his torso. And then, with a profound connection, he established a swaheylu bond with his ikran.
"Hold on tight," he whispered to you and nodded toward a slightly lost-looking Lo'ak behind your shoulder. His voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, as he continued. "I may not be fond of you, but I really don't want to bear the responsibility for your death. Got it?"
That night was the moment when you first grasped the gravity of the situation, realizing that it was indeed something serious.
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When Neteyam, as carefully and gently as he could, lifted you off his ikran right in front of a village that seemed unfamiliar to you and carried you with quick, firm steps into one of the tents in his arms, the night air suddenly seemed terribly cold and biting, and you realized you weren't home. All the words on your lips vanished into the darkness, and you seemed even too weak to cry.
He whispered reassuring words to you, told you he had to bring you to the nearest village he could find, looked at you with so much concern in his eyes that you were sure you were hallucinating, asked you to try and stay awake as long as you could, but as soon as you had entered the tent, everything seemed to flow into a single moment. After Neteyam formally introduced himself, an elderly woman with red feathers in her hair told him to carry you right after her, anything else would have been a waste of time. She asked him a lot; your name, your age, what had happened that evening, whether anything like that had happened before.
You were almost surprised at how collected he was and how many of the questions he was able to answer so quickly, but actually it was only logical â he also spent as much time with Lo'ak as you did, so you, too, couldn't help but learn a lot about the oh-so-legendary Neteyam Sully. As if that mattered.
Inside the tent, there was an unusual calmness, contrary to your expectations. In your own clan, TsahĂŹk's tent was always bustling with activity, filled with people seeking healing or simply enjoying each other's company. But in this clan, it felt different. It was quieter, almost serene, yet it carried an air of solitude. You couldn't help but notice a middle-aged man seated on one of the mats, his head buried in his hands as if he were anxiously awaiting something. Or someone. Next to him, a little girl lay with a peaceful face, seemingly asleep.
You really had no clue why this man of all people was stuck in your mind so clearly â this inconspicuous man, the only steadfast memory of that night.Â
The night when it all began.
The last thing you felt was Neteyam's hand on yours. Then everything went black and the only thing that remained was the picture of golden eyes and the man in the healing tent.
Vawm na txon. As dark as the night.
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When you felt his fingertips on your wrist, you involuntarily winced and looked up. "Hey, Lo'ak," you muttered, and he immediately pulled you into a gentle hug and kissed your hairline. His voice sounded hoarse and rough and the bittersweet smell of sweet yovo fruit mixed with a bit of salt hung on his skin; and heaven, you would have loved to never let go of him again.Â
For a moment he just looked at you in silence and frowned before he sat across from you on the grass. Lo'ak started to say something, but his voice failed and a low sigh caught in the air around you.Â
"You look tired." You almost laughed, and it didn't even feel wrong. You look tired. Tuk had said the same thing earlier that morning while sitting in front of her herbal tea and half of Neytiri's infamous sari seed bread. She had preferred eating her morning meal in her grandmother's tent, because you were there too, not for relaxation, but to drink the disgusting mixture Mo'at prepared for you every single morning for the last three moons. Uttering those words, Tuk had even cast the same concerned look at you, with the same worried expression on her freckled, delicate face, just like her older brother was doing now, and it had almost broken your heart.
"I didn't sleep well last night, that's all."
When he said your name, admonishing with a sigh, his voice quivered, teetering on the edge of concern, before he hesitantly continued, "Are you⌠okay?"Â
His unspoken words hung heavy in the air, etched upon his countenance. You could see the unvoiced questions etching lines of worry upon his face, 'In the past few moons you haven't gotten back to me or anyone else, nor did you answer a single radio call, I tried to reach out to you several times, but you ignored me, you never asked to speak to me, and when my family sent you my greetings you just smiled and made promises that you never intended to keep, nothing.' yet they remained trapped within the confines of his sealed lips. The restrained inquiry and underlying disappointment were palpable, like a suppressed ache that threatened to consume him; and deep down, you knew his effort to withhold his concerns only magnified your own pain, intensifying the weight of his unspoken concerns.
"You're my best friend," he finally just said and ran his hand through his already chaotic braids.Â
At the same moment, out of pure impulse, you brushed a tangled strand of hair from your face. You had already heard last week that Lo'ak and Kiri would return early to transport some rations from here to Awa'atlu, thanks to Max and Norm who had decided to expand their labs to the Eastern Sea. At the same time, you didn't want to get too excited because they would only stay for a maximum of one week before being away for three more moons. Nevertheless, you had missed him. Every day since that party and their department two days later, you had thought of the moment he and Kiri left for the Eastern Sea, how he had briefly refused to leave until you were feeling better, how hard it was for you and his parents to convince him that everything was alright; how Lo'ak had promised to check in on you over the radio every evening just before the eclipse, how he had kept his promise, but you hadn't, and how you were contemplating telling him what had happened in those three months since he was gone, too anxious of his reaction; even more than the one time you had to make an important decision almost ten cycles ago:
"Why is he so mean? His radio code name is Pathfinder, and he has the audacity to criticize mine? He called me Plain Grandma, can you believe that!?"
"He also called you Slow Vipertail which is far worse in my eyes," Lo'ak had commented dryly.
"Shut up, Eagle Eye!" you had crossed your arms in front of your chest, pouting, "What is so bad about Stargirl?"
"No offense but it couldn't be any girlier."Â
"Well, I am a girl."
"But do you want the enemy to know that?"Â
"I thought our frequency was secure?"
"You never know with them." When you had continued to pout, Lo'ak had nudged you encouragingly with his elbow, "Come on, you can be Silent Thunder if you like."
"Isn't that what you call your farts?" Kiri, who had remained completely silent during your discussion, was the one who had made that comment. You had made a disgusted face in response.
"Okaaay," Lo'ak had groaned, "Then be anything but Stargirl, Eywa, just choose something or I'll do it for you. Remember, your code name sticks with you forever."
In the end, the discussion had dragged on for so long that during the evening meal, the two of you had managed to irritate every clan member within a two-meter radius. Jake had taken it upon himself to bring it to a close and gave you your personal radio code name, which you cherished to this day. Not because it had come from your former Olo'eyktan, but from a person you loved and respected like your own father; it was more than an honor to you.
You looked at him now, at Jake's identical copy, a bittersweet smile forming at the corners of your mouth, tinged with nostalgia. His eyes were like the early sun rays that morning at TsahĂŹk's tent; two orbs of amber with irregular, whitish spots of cream â strange that this, of all things, crossed your mind at that second.Â
"Eagle Eye to Skyracer," he playfully nudged your knee in an attempt to lighten the mood, "Come on, tell me why you avoid me."
And then, then you said it out loud; a single little sentence of four syllables, and his once sunlight-radiating eyes were covered by lids streaked with fine, pale blue veins, holding a glimmer of melancholy, like a fading sunset.
"Please, no," he whispered, his voice filled with sadness, as you sought comfort in the embrace of his arms, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Salty tears mingled with your lips as you clung to each other, his fingers interlacing with yours, a desperate grip that turned his knuckles almost white, the weight of the impending fate pressed upon you both.
As the realization settled within him, Lo'ak let go of you and collapsed onto the grass, his shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs and trembling with the intensity of his emotions. You immediately wrapped your arms around him again, wanting to share his emotions, knowing that this pain was as much his as it was yours, while the air around you seemed heavy with helplessness as the two of you sat there, engulfed in the depths of your shared pain.Â
"No!" he cried out all of a sudden, his voice choked on his tears. Saliva glistened on his quivering lips, his breath was ragged and uneven; and his eyes, bloodshot and filled with more unshed tears, refused to accept the harsh reality you just told him.
"Why? Why you?" Lo'ak's voice cracked as the words escaped through clenched teeth. His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into the ground beneath you, as if trying to anchor himself to the pain, refusing to accept the meaning behind your words. His tears mingled with yours as you still held him close, feeling his agony reverberate through your own heart.
Lo'ak's voice was laced with raw fury. "This can't be happening! It's not fair!"
The wind whispered through the grass, carrying the echoes of his anguish across the desolate landscape, but leaving his voice hanging in the air. The setting sun, a silent witness to the unraveling of two intertwined souls, cast its pale light upon the scene, casting long shadows around you.
Lo'ak's emotions gave way to desperate pleas, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please, there must be a way. I'll talk to my dad, he⌠he canâŚ" he choked on his tears once more, "Anything. I'll give anything."
You stroked his trembling cheek, tears flowing freely down your own face. "I know you would. But sometimes, there are forces beyond our control, Lo'ak, I need you to understand that."
Lo'ak's resistance crumbled, his body sinking into a heap of devastation. His nose ran, mingling with the tears streaming down his face. He clung to you, a lifeline in the midst of a tempestuous sea, refusing to let go even as the waves crashed around him.
The evening wore on, its grey hue mirroring the somberness of your hearts. There were no words that could ease the ache or undo the cruel fate, so, you remained there, seeking comfort in the silence, finding comfort in each other's arms for you drew strength from one another, offering support amidst the overwhelming feelings that engulfed you.Â
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The next day, as the sun bathed the forest in a golden glow, you were sitting near the quiet stream by yourself, keeping yourself distracted and enjoying the gentle tickle of water, when you heard footsteps growing louder as someone approached you. You turned around, a calm expression masking the inner storm within you, just to see Neteyam, his expression hardened with determination
Your eyes met his, and you could see anger, confusion, and concern in his gaze all at once, catching you completely off-guard; it was strange that he sought you out in the first place, and then seeing him so⌠emotional, that was a first.Â
He stood tall before you, the sun at his back, giving him an angelic glow that he surely didn't deserve, and it was ironic, too, given his angry pout that you were sure Lo'ak would've made fun of if he was here.Â
Neteyam's voice was laced with a tinge of bitterness when he spoke, "You've broken my brother's heart. What did you do to him?"
"You already have your answer, apparently I've broken his heart," you said sarcastically to which he scoffed. You remained composed, refusing to allow his words to rattle you, and your voice carried a hint of indifference as you added, "Trust me, I haven't done and wouldn't ever do anything to intentionally hurt Lo'ak."
Neteyam's nostrils flared as frustration mingled with his anger. The man, normally composed, couldn't be further away from that in that very moment, when he took a deliberate step closer, his gaze locking with yours. "Don't play innocent with me. You must've betrayed him in some way."
"Betrayal requires intent, Neteyam," You held his gaze, unyielding in the face of his accusations, "Whatever you think I've done, it wasn't with the purpose of hurting Lo'ak."
Neteyam's anger wavered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. His brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of the situation. "Then why? Why is he crying and suffering if it wasn't your doing? What could have caused this?"
A bittersweet smile graced your lips as you shook your head gently.Â
"It's true, isn't it? What Ivät said at training this morâ"
"Don't say his name," you warned, your voice carrying a deep, growling tone from the back of your throat.
Neteyam's anger softened, replaced by curiosity and even a sense of empathy. Though skepticism still lingered in his voice, genuine concern emerged, "But why? Why would you go back to him? He should be exiled but here you are, running back to him after everything he's done to you."
"Tell me again why any of this matters to you?" you questioned.
"Lo'ak cares for you, deeply. I care for him, deeply. That means everything you do eventually affects me," Neteyam explained, attempting to convey the weight of his words. "Understand that your actions have consequences for everyone around you."
"I'm not having this conversation with you right now," you declared sighing, walking past him with determined steps.
"Just tell your parents you don't want to," he shouted after you, "I can⌠My family could support you, you know. You don't have to do anything against your will."
"Well," you turned around, snapping at him, "you can't fight against fate, can you?"
There was a brief pause as Neteyam absorbed your words, realization slowly dawning on him that there might be more to the situation than he initially believed. His eyes darkened, and his nails dug into his palms as he struggled to control his emotions, "You can try."
You let out an ironic huff, shaking your head slightly and biting your inner cheek to prevent a sarcastic comment from slipping out.
"I am not your enemy," he continued in a softer tone, seeking your eyes, "I'm only here trying to help you, yet youâ"
"That, Neteyam, is not my concern," you interrupted him harshly. You met his gaze finally, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air between you. "I never asked for your help, nor do I need it. If you truly care about your brother, perhaps you should be there for him and ask him directly how you can help him instead of mingling with my private life and assuming the worst of me."
With that, you turned back around and kept walking away with determined steps, leaving Neteyam standing by the stream alone with his swirling thoughts, but you couldn't deny the flicker of vulnerability within you as a twinge of guilt tugged at your conscience for the way you had treated the only person who had recently saved your life, accompanied by a sense of regret for your harsh words, realizing that you had never even thanked him.
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A few hours later, you were sitting on the wooden floor in your familyâs tent; leaning your head against the slightly dirty rolled-up rug near the entry and pulling your knees so close to your body that the hem of your loincloth slipped a long way down your thigh. The evening had long since settled over the landscapes, and it was now dark outside. In your hands, you were holding a handcrafted mug with still steaming herbal tea that Kiri had brought you a few minutes earlier, and you clutched it so tight that your knuckles were clearly visible on your skin.Â
Kiri was now sitting at the opposite side of you next to your hammock as she thoughtfully twisted the hem of her loincloth between her fingers, like she always did when she didn't know what to say, before deciding to leave the fabric alone.Â
"Now tell me, what's going on?" You sighed softly and something in your friend's gaze brought tears to your eyes, but you didn't want to cry, not again. You liked Kiri a lot, she was the girl you were closest friends with, in the entire clan, but you hated to refer to her as 'best friend', although, strictly speaking, she was. You liked Kiri actually so much that you couldn't do it to her. Not after seeing what it had done to Lo'ak. You couldn't bear to see two broken souls within a day. But your previous encounter with Neteyam had taught you something: you had to be the one whom they heard the news of, not someone else, let alone a stranger. It had to be you. That much you owed them at least. And yet, it was so difficult.
"Everything's fine. Really." A weak smile crept on your face involuntarily, while you took a sip of your tea. "Come on, Kiri. Don't be stupid, you're missing out on the evening meal."
"You as well."
"I'm not hungry."
"You're always hungry." You sat up straight and leaned one leg over the other so you could look directly at Kiri. There was something in her gaze between concern and helplessness, but you could only vaguely make it out. She bit her lower lip lightly before continuing. "I met Lo'ak earlier, he looked... he really didn't look good, and he seemed kind of absent."
"He's probably missing Tsireya already."
"He said I'd better talk to you about it."
You kept quiet at that, unsure how to respond.
"You know, Neteyam said that you-know-who goes around saying⌠that he has approached your parents, seeking their approval to court you once again? Is that true?"
"Yes," you answered without any emotion in your voice.
"But there is something else that saddens you."
You lifted your shoulders slightly, just a tiny bit, and you already felt the tears threaten to fall down your eyelashes. You ran the back of your hand over your face, exhaled shakily, and pressed your lips together, but the first sob stumbled over your lips before you could have done anything about it.Â
You muttered a curse word, and it took you a moment to pull yourself together. "I'm sorry, Kiri. I am so incredibly sorry." The tears ran down your cheeks unsteadily, and dripped onto the feathers on your chest, leaving behind light stains that faded a heartbeat later. "So far only my parents know, and probably yours, too, along with TsahÏk, of course. And Lo'ak, he knows, too. The others will find out when it can no longer be avoided, and⌠and this moment, it will come, but⌠you really cannot tell anyone, Kiri."
Kiri stared at you blankly, a single hair strand had come off her bun and fell over her shoulder in a slight wave. She was afraid. You were too. You sniffed softly and looked down, just a brief moment before you pulled yourself together and looked up at her.
"I am dying, Kiri, and there is no cure."
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Older Neteyam as Metkayina Warrior
Here's how I've been saying, it took me a while but I got it.
I had a little problem with the tattoos and they are probably so wrong but I was tired and left it the way it is
I hope the image doesn't lose quality.
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Synopsis ~ Neteyam Sully and his family were no strangers. Ever since your parents were killed in the first war with the sky people Jake Sully made it his mission to make sure to take care of you. When its finally time to become one of the people you realize you might have feelings for the older Sully boy.
Warnings ~ best friends to lovers, these two are literally clueless, Lo'ak and Kiri are wingmen, use of y/n, Neteyam is 19 and reader is 18, kissing, making out, talking of mating, pining, p n v intercourse minors DNI.
Disclaimer: Sentences written in Italics are spoken in Na'vi, I thought it would be easier to write it that way instead of actually writing it in Na'vi and then translating.
Word Count: 2.7K
Every Na'vi is born twice. The second time is when you earn your place among the people forever.
It's a sacred task, a hard one at that. First, you must choose your Ikran. It's a test every young hunter must pass, up high in the Hallelujah mountains lies Oo-rah.
"Be calm yawne" Neteyam spoke softly as he stepped behind you. In front of you lie hundreds of Ikrans. He rested his long nimble fingers on your lower back in an attempt to comfort you, remembering how nerve-racking it feels having done it not long ago.
You took in a deep breath clutching the rope-like vine you held in your palms as Jake and Neytiri followed not far behind Neteyam, just as eager to see you complete the task.
"Remember what we talked about y/n, this you must feel inside" He brings his hand up to rest right above your left breast. He could feel the erratic beating of your heart as you nodded. Neytiri spoke up from behind Neteyam, "When they choose you, you have to move quick like we showed, you will only have one chance y/n" You took in another deep breath in hopes to calm yourself as you felt Neteyam softly push you forward.
Taking another step forwards you watched as Ikran after Ikran ignored your advancing and flew away. You jumped down onto one of the lower rocks and hissed trying to get any of them to bite back.
One by one they all flew away leaving one single Ikran left. It was gorgeous. A beautiful deep purple with red stripes wrapped around its body in intricate patterns.
It stepped forward and hissed back, startling you a bit as it reached forward in an attempt to snatch you. You swung your rope and crouched hoping to get a better angle to mount the creature and tie its mouth.
Hissing once more you pounced, finally making your way around to jump on the creature's back. You make an attempt to wrap the vine around its mouth as it thrashes and jumps.
Suddenly the creature violently flings you to the side as you scramble to grab onto whatever you could reach to pull yourself back up.
Neteyam gasped stepping out to go help you before Jake pulled him back by the arm. "I cannot leave her father, let me go." He hissed as Jake shook his head at his son. "You cannot help her son, this is something she must do on her own."
You quickly pulled yourself back up onto the mountain, running to mount the Ikran again as you wrapped the vine around its snout successfully.
"Shahaylu, y/n. Make the bond!" Neteyam yelled as you reached behind for your queue. "I'm trying you skxawng!" you hissed as you finally managed to connect your queue and make the bond.
Suddenly it went quiet. The Ikran shivered as its pupils dilated. You took in a breath finally calming your breathing. "Maway, mawey" You whispered to the animal softly stroking the side of its neck. You could feel its heartbeat, its breath. It was nothing like you've ever felt before. Your souls were intertwined, connected.
"Go y/n! The first flight seals the bond!" Jake yelled as you nodded. Fly you thought as the Ikran finally flapped its wings and took flight.
It was a little shaky as it descended down the cliff but you finally got the hang of it as both you and the Ikran finally synced. God, there was nothing like it. You were born to do this. Born to fly. The wind whipped through your braids as you weaved in and out of the floating mountains.
From far away you could hear all three Sullys holler and yelp, all mounting their Ikrans to come and join you on your first flight. You watched as Neteyam banked right up next to your Ikran as he playfully nudged yours.
Neytiri and Jake watched from behind as the interaction reminded the two of them when they were younger.
As you pulled your queue away from your Ikran as it touched down close to home you sent your Ikran off. Neteyam next to you did the same as both of you finally got a chance to talk about the days events.
"I thought I lost you for a second there" He laughed as he brought his hand up to mess your hair up much like he did to his own siblings more often than not.
"I was fine Teyam', nothing I could not endure" you smiled up at him. "Have you thought of a name for your Ikran yet yawntutsyĂŹp?" he asked as the two of you neared the secret cave you had shared since the two of you were just children.
It was a beautiful opening with different varieties of flowers and plants. Sat in the middle was a lake of sorts that had a secret little cave covered by a waterfall.
"ZĂerèya" you finally answered after a beat of silence.
Neteyam smiled softly, your mother's name. Beautiful, just like its owner. "It's beautiful y/n" He reached for your hand intertwining your much smaller hands with his larger ones.
"Soon you will be expected to find a mate" He spoke with such a hushed tone you'd almost think he was upset. Your face contorted with confusion. What was this talk about a mate? In your mind, there was only one Na'vi you could imagine being your mate, and he was sitting right in front of you. Why couldn't he see that he was the only one you longed for?
"Nete, I do not understand? Why do you talk of this?" you questioned bringing your hand up to cup the boy's cheek looking up to see his face. His eyes were bright under the bioluminescent glow that cast across the forest as the eclipse neared. He nuzzled his cheek into your palm bringing his lips to your hand with a chaste kiss.
"Y/n there is something I must-" Neteyam was interrupted as the two of you heard a branch near the shore break under the weight of whatever was nearby. Neteyam brought his finger to his lips signaling for you to be quiet as he peeked around the opening of the cave.
"Neteyam! Mom wants you and y/n to head back for dinner" Lo'ak stood at the shore with his hands cupped around his mouth as he shouted towards his brother. The younger brother held a knowing smirk as the two of you made your way to him.
You walked ahead to hide the creeping blush that was adorning your face as Lo'ak playfully shoved Neteyam. "So big bro, did you get any?" Lo'ak asked with a smug smirk. Neteyam looked over at the boy " Shut up skxawng!" He threw a swift punch to his brother's arm earning a whine from Lo'ak as he rubbed the now sore spot.
"Are you nervous about your ceremony tomorrow ma y/n?" Neytiri asked as she set down the leaf topped with food in front of you. You shook your head "Not necessarily, I am nervous about the number of people who are going to attend. The whole tribe will be there!" You chuckled softly looking back down at your food.
"Have you given any thought to who you might choose to be your mate?" Kiri asked shooting Lo'ak a smug look who snickered behind his hand. You looked down as your face turned a light purple from the blush creeping up your cheeks. Neytiri and Jake shot each other a knowing look as Neteyam looked down at his lap.
"Let me see the coverings you made to wear to your ceremony tomorrow yawntutsyĂŹp," Neytiri said breaking the awkward silence that had fallen over the hut as she stood up to follow you to your home not far from the Sullys.
You huffed as you smoothed down the intricately beaded outfit you had spent hours before today weaving and putting together. Although it was tedious and took a long time, it truly was a gorgeous piece. It accentuated your breasts perfectly and wrapped around your lower breastbone all the way to the front of your stomach where it connected to your equally as detailed loin cloth.
You brought your hands up to your hair as you attempted to re-braid the strands into a more elegant style rather than your usual braided locs.
"Need help?" The familiar voice startled you as you turned around to face the door. Neteyams breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. You looked unbelievable. It was like Ewya herself carved you to perfection. Just for him.
"You look incredible y/n," he said as he joined her in her hut. She smiled at him with a pout, "Thank you, Nete but I cannot seem to get my hair braided as it should." He nodded, understanding your frustration.
"Let me help" He reached up to weave the strands together in the spot you could not reach with your own hands.
When he was finished his hand traveled from your shoulder down to your hand to tug you to face him. "After your ceremony today, id like to take you somewhere" he spoke softly looking into your eyes. You smiled "Of course, can you help me with my paint?" He nodded motioning for you to sit in front of him as he dipped his fingers into the white paste you had set aside.
The two of you spoke nothing as he painted your face with the traditional style stripes. His fingers lingered as he brought them down to your lips as he let his gaze travel down your face until he was fully staring at your plump lips he so longed to kiss.
"Y/n my mother is ready for you to come-" Lo'ak stopped as he stood at the entry to your hut realizing he must have interrupted a moment between the two of you. He snickered as the two of you jumped to put more space between you as you both stood up. You excused yourself from the hut to go find Neytiri.
"Bro. You have got to make a move on her before someone else does." The younger brother spoke as Neteyam sighed. "I'm going to baby bro, it just wasn't the right time."
Your stomach bubbled in excitement as you stepped out to join the people making your way toward the Olo'eyktan. Jake stood in the center of the room dressed in his ceremonial headdress. He bit back a smile as you made your way toward him. He couldn't believe how fast you'd grown up. It seemed like just yesterday you were just a little girl bouncing around with his children in the stream.
You bowed your head as you stood in front of him. The tribe coming closer to join you as Neteyam took place by your side, Neytiri, Lo'ak, Kiri, and Tuk following close behind.
"You are now a daughter of the Omaticaya. You are part of the people." Jake finished as he rested both of his hands on your shoulders. Neteyam and the rest of his family followed his actions and soon you and the whole tribe were connected. It was done. The second part of your journey was now complete.
You tugged on Neteyams tail as you trailed behind him following to whatever destination he had planned. He chuckled as you gasped stopping to take a look at your surroundings.
"Come" he spoke grabbing your hand and leading you closer. You drug your hand through the glowing branches. "Utraya Mokri" you sighed grabbing onto some of the branches connecting your queue.
"It's beautiful Nete" He smiled and stepped beside you to grab a few branches himself. "My mother brought my father here the day he completed his ceremony" You beamed at him, thankful that he thought to bring you here.
A small gasp left your lips as a woodsprite floated between the two of you. Bringing your hand softly underneath it, you left it to float there until it made its way up higher into the tree.
"A sign from Eywa" Neteyam spoke so quietly you wouldn't have heard it if you had not been so close. You looked up at him sensing the nervous energy that was radiating off of the boy.
"What is it ma Neteyam, what troubles you?" He finally looked up at you cupping your cheek. "Y/n, I see you. I always have. All this talk about choosing a mate and I can't help but be selfish because I feel as though it should be me." His voice was unwavering and genuine as you processed what he just said. Neteyam felt the same way? After all this time?
"Neteyam, it has always been you. Anytime anyone mentioned a mate the only one that clouded my mind was you. I could not even think of anyone else." You could see the worry flood from the boy's face as he blushed.
"Can I kiss you yawntutsyĂŹp?" you nodded as he leaned forward to connect his lips to yours. The kiss was slow and tentative, the both of you testing the waters. Soon the kiss turned more heated as Neteyam swiped his tongue over your bottom lip using your gasp as leverage as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.
You let out a moan deepening the kiss as Neteyam brought you to straddle his thighs.
"Please Teyam" you begged. You weren't even sure what you were begging for. "Shh shh, I've got you my love" He whispered laying you down onto the soft forest floor.
He broke the kiss only to bring them down to your chest as he kissed the valley between your breasts. You gasped entangling your hand into his braids keeping him as close as possible.
"So beautiful" he murmured toying with the beads on your top. "I choose you Neteyam, please" He stopped for a moment looking up at you from your chest. "Are you sure y/n, we will be mated for life?" he looked unsure as he stared into your eyes.
You smiled bringing your hand to rest on his cheek. "Yes, I'm sure" He nodded reaching around for his queue as you reached for yours.
He brought his up to yours as the two of you watched them connect.
You both gasped as you felt the connection travel through you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. With the new connection, you could practically feel the love Neteyam had for you, it only multiplying with your own love for him.
Neteyam kissed your lips once more as he reached down to untie both his and your loincloth. He groaned as he pushed the tip in causing you to suck in a breath.
"My Ewya, you are so tight" Neteyam spoke through ragged breaths as he thrust once more finally seated fully inside your warm heat. The intrusion was new and strange but so so good.
"Move Nete, please" How could he deny you when you asked so nicely? He thrusts his hips faster rutting into you at a steady pace causing you to moan loudly. "you feel so good baby" you whined, the new pet name causing Neteyam to nuzzle his head into your neck as his thrusts faltered feeling himself get closer to his release.
There was an unfamiliar feeling building low in your stomach as he continued to hit a deep spongy spot within you. "Nete wait- I think- there's a feeling-" You could barely get a full sentence out as your vision started to blur.
"Its okay, my love. Let go, let me feel you" You let Neteyams words calm you as you let the feeling take over. It washed over you like fireworks, bursting throughout your body as you clenched down on him letting out a loud mewl.
Neteyam groaned as he felt himself get closer as you clenched down on him, the connection of your queues helping him feel everything tenfold. He brought his lips to yours in a messy kiss as he painted your walls with his release.
You gasped as he pulled out of you, moving to rest next to you as you both fought to catch your breath.
"Oel ngati kameie y/n" Neteyam spoke turning over to look at you.
"Oel ngati kameie my love"
Yawne: beloved
Shahaylu: the bond between a Na'vi and the creature
Skxawng: moron/idiot
YawntutsyĂŹp: darling
Oel ngati kameie: i see you
Utraya Mokri: The Tree of Voices (Where Neytiri and Jake mated in the first movie)
ZĂerèya- pronounced Zie-Ray-a
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Saw your post about a mother's day event. Could I request a piece where the reader is Jake's sister. She's an avatar like him, & traveled with him & his family to seek Uturu from the Metkayina. During their stay, she remembers that mother's day is coming up, & makes Neytiri some gifts along with the kids. This catches the attention of some of the Metkayina, & they ask her about it. Soon enough, word of the tradition spreads, & a good chunk of the clan has adapted it into their practice. If this is too much to write, I understand. Best wishes!
Helloooooooo honey!!! Gosh dang this is a cute idea!!! Hopefully you and everyone else will enjoy it!
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Muwintxu
Sun was out, people doing their tasks, little ones causing either mischief or chaos. It was a good day at the Metkayina village. In the new sully family pod, at the edge was tuk splashing around with her feet, beside her was her super, amazing aunt!Â
Muwintxu as everyone calls her, or in the words of jake. His âsuper cute, dorky baby sister junnieâ which is a name she hates.Â
âHhmmmmâŚâŚâ muwintxu hums out in thought as she too splashes the water on her feet.Â
âI want night to come alreadyâ she says with a groan, tuk looks up at her aunt.Â
âWhy?â she asksÂ
âTo measure the stars, time is different here so I gotta use the old fashion way, by calculating the starsâ her aunt replies. Tuk tilts her head in confusion. But muwintxu pats her head, âit will be better if I explain it when its night timeâÂ
âOk!â tuk cheers
âOk it's 45 degrees more than last weekâŚ.â as promised, muwintxu was teaching tuk how to measure the stars in the sky. Both of their blue tails curled in fascination.Â
âWhen we left it was february in human timeâŚ.so aha! In a week it will be mothers day!â the sully sister cheers. Tuk gasps happily and goes to tell her siblings. Upon hearing the great news, they all go back to their aunt.Â
âYour mother hasn't adjusted well these months, so how about we give her the best motherâs day she ever had?â muwintxu suggest, all of her nieces and nephews cheer in joy. Already thinking of what to make for their mother.Â
âAnd this time please keep your mouths shut, we don't want a repeat of last yearâ she says while side eyeing tuk playfully.Â
âIt was an accident!â
Neteyam, loâak, kiri and tuk all explored every nook and cranny of the island. Either being together or doing separate things. The fellow metkayina members took notice of the behavior, while it is nothing alarming, they were accustomed to the sully family being together and away from the population. So what is behind the sudden change?Â
âExcuse me, can you help me?â tuk asked a weaver one afternoon, showing him her materials. âI'm trying to make a quadruple braid but I can't do itâ she explains. The weaver assists her happily, but as he does, he notices it was a band, one a bit too big for her arms.Â
âIs this for someone little one?â the weaver asks, tuk nods enthusiastically. âYes! Its for my mama, motherâs day is coming up and I wanna give her a pretty gift!â she says. This caught his attention, âmothers day? What is that?â he asks, tuk began to chat away what it was, by the words of her aunt.Â
Little did tuk know that she would cause a chain reaction.Â
The weaver told his brother, who told his children, and who the children told their friend, and so on and so forth. Word began to spread massively of this âmothers dayâ thing. The name seemed so intriguing, and the word reached to muwintxu who was fishing the next day.Â
âMuwintxu?â a fellow fisher called out to her. She looks up at him, âyes?â she replies. The fisher had a few friends behind him, all looking a bit nervous. âWe heard that something is coming soon, a âmothers dayâ it was. Can you explain what that is?â he asks.Â
Sully girl blinked in surprise, guessing one of the kids chatted away of what it was. But, seeing it as an opportunity to connect more with the people, she was happy to explain what it was.
Ronal enters her marui, tired but pleased with her day. The first thing she sees is her two children shuffling about, covering whatever it was from her eyes. It raises suspicions. âWhat are you two doing?â she asks. Her children look at each other then back at her.Â
âWe can't tell you, not yet at leastâ tsireya answered with a nervous smile.Â
âOh? And why is that?â ronal presses further.Â
âBecause it is a surprise, you will have to wait until mothers dayâ aoânung answers happily. Ronal felt confused, she never heard of that before.Â
âAy, toruk maktoâs sister explained to us and the village of a day about mothers is upon us. A human tradition, "Tonowari says as he walks up behind her with a smile.Â
Tsireya nodes and happily relayed what she learned. âYes, and loâak said they celebrated that tradition with their old clan. Apparently, motherâs day is a tradition where everyone celebrates their mothers, giving them gifts, letting them rest, and being given the greatest treatmentâ.Â
The more Ronal hears of mothers day, the more tempting it sounds. A day with no duties to worry about?Â
âAnd we, along with others, want to give it a try. Everyone is doing something for their mothers, so we want to do something for youâ aoânung says.Â
Ronal smiles and closes her eyes, âI do not see the harm in itâÂ
Neytiri slowly awakens from her slumber, getting up and stretching out her limbs. Rubbing her, ridding of her sleepiness, she looks around and sees Jake, Muwintxu and her children around the cook pit, a delicious smell emits from it.Â
âSheâs awake!â loâak announces.Â
Everyone was quick to surround her, all with happy smiles on their faces.Â
âHAPPY MOTHERS DAY!â they are shouted together.Â
Neytiri gasps in happiness and surprise.Â
âI thought we left that tradition behind with everyoneâ she says, jake and muwintxu scoff together.Â
âNever, motherâs day will always happen no matter where we are tsmukeâ the sully sister says. Jake nods in agreement.Â
Everyone gave her individual hugs and kisses, jake of course hogging up neytiriâs attention.Â
âDaaaaaaaaad!! No fair!â tuk whines, but Jake picks up neytiri bridal style and runs around their home, their children giving chase.Â
âMaâjake!â neytiri squeaks but in delight.Â
âMUAHAHA! All mine!â Jake taunts.Â
âNot for long!â loâak said confidently. Laughter filled their home, neytiri feeling her mood lighten by the display of her family.
After breakfast, everyone was way too excited to give neytiri their gifts.Â
âMe first! Me first!â tuk insisted, but was pushed away by loâak.Â
âToo bad baby sister, I'll go firstâ he says. But he too was pushed away by neteyam. âSorry baby bro, but eldest goes firstâ.Â
It didn't really matter who went first, neytiri was just too happy to enjoy this day.Â
Neteyam gave her a head piece made of sea glass, with small beads that dangle on the side, while beautiful, it also helped keep her hair from getting into her face while swimming underwater.Â
Kiri made her a new shawl made of yellow sea weed with pieces of shells here and there, making a studding pattern.Â
Loâak created a new bracelet made of small sea glass and shells, making a omatikaya patter with metkayina materials.Â
Tuk, though with help, gifted neytiri an arm band that has familiar colors but with metkayina weaving.Â
Munwintxu made a new top and loin cloth that matches with her, almost in twin clothing.Â
And Jake said the gift is saved for later.Â
âYou all worked hard to make these wonderful gifts, but really the best gift I can have is to live another day and see you all is enough happiness for meâ neytiri says in appreciation.Â
After breakfast, which was done by Jake and muwintxu, all walked together through the village. Where they noticed something.Â
Women were being given gifts by others, children and mates all treating the mothers like queens that they are.Â
âHuh, wonder whats going on? '' Jake wonders.Â
Munwintxu chuckles, âI um ... .might have taught everyone what mothers day was and they sort ofâŚ.picked it upâŚ?âÂ
âAgain? You did it with the people back at the forest, now you are doing it here "Jake looks at his sister. Remember her doing the same thing with the Omatikaya people.Â
âWhat's next, Junnie? Fathers day? Halloween?â he asks.Â
âOk first, stop calling me that, second, why the hell not? They are fun traditions!â the sister snaps back.Â
âIndeed, a fun tradition it isâÂ
Everyone turns to see Tonowari, who had Ronal sitting on his shoulder. His arm on her legs to support her. They and along with tsireya and aoânung all smile at the sully family.Â
âEveryone is participating on mothers day with their families! Giving gifts, showing so much appreciation, love, it is so exciting!â tsrieya says in glee. Â
Her family nods in agreement.Â
âA very exciting tradition, one that we wish to continue in future yearsâ tonowari says.Â
âThat is if you do not mind,â ronal adds as she looks between neytiri and muwintxu.Â
âOh, not at all. We are very happy you love this tradition. My sister introduced this very same tradition with my clan years ago, and it is still very much practiced, "Neytiri says as she happily gestures to muwintxu who blushes.Â
âHowever, if there is more human traditions your have, please share with usâ aoânung encourages. This makes Jake grin. âOh you will love one that is called may the forceâÂ
âJake don't you dare!âÂ
Overall, it was a successful first mothers day in the metkayina village. And many more to come.Â
This was short but sweet! And very fun to write, hope you all like it! Until next time! See ya!
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Munwintxu = introduce present (person, idea, report etc.)
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Insatiable
Neteyam's First Rut: Special Episode I
This takes place between âThe Heat Withinâ & âA Synchronous Feverâ in the âNeteyamâs First Rutâ series.
Neteyam's mate's POV of 'Inextinguishable'.
Read Special Episodes: Part II (Twin Flame) & Part III (Ashes) - links are also below.
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Main Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Avatar Omatikaya Reader y/n (19) [will be referred to as Neteyamâs mate or n/m]
Supporting Characters: Loâak Sully (19) x Naâvi Omatikaya Reader y/n (19) [will be referred to as Loâaks mate or l/m]
Warnings: extreme nsfw, heavy smut, heat cycle, dom neteyam, lil bit of fluff, profanity, usage of âslutâ, marking
Word Count: 6k
Requested: Yes || No
Authorâs Note: This is Neteyam x Readerâs POV of âInextinguishableâ. Enjoy âĄ
âOh shit.â You gasp, grabbing Neteyam by the arm. âNeteyam... isnât that Loâakâs mate?â you point, unable to look away from the curled-up figure on the ground.
Neteyam quickly turns around, hearing the fear in your voice.
âWhat? Where?â he scans the forest in a hurry, finally seeing her lifeless body on the soft flora. âShit. It is.â
The strong scent of lionberry and mossy wood wafts past you both. For you, the scent is almost calming, if you could wear it like a perfume, you would. But it clearly had a different effect on Neteyam, as you watch your mate rush over to her, scooping her up in his arms and carry her back to his banshee. For a minute you feel something new, something Neteyam has never made you feel before â jealous.Â
It was silly; she was clearly not herself. But you had only seen Neteyam act like that for you, act so protective. Granted, itâs what you would have told him to do had he not done it himself. Shrugging it off, you climb up on his ikran, seating yourself behind her, supporting her limp body with yours.
âShe is in heat, isnât she Nete?â you ask him, smelling her scent grow stronger.
âDefinitely.â He states through gritted teeth.
It even sounds like heâs restraining himself in some way. As if heâs trying not to pounce on her right here, right now. Your heart feels like itâs caving in, being crushed under the pressure of the weight of his single word, âdefinitelyâ. You look down, to see her flushed cheeks, the beads of sweat dripping down her chest... the arousal of her body.
You canât deny it, her scent is enticing â addictive, even. Her wet hair plasters itself against your chest as she leans back into you, snuggling into your bosom. Watching her rub her face into your breast makes your heart thump, hard. Surprised by your own bodyâs reaction to her carnal state, you look at Neteyam, wondering if he feels the same way.
He must feel the same, right? If not... worse.
Slipping under the trance of her heat, your breath becomes raggedly, and loud. You were practically panting, feeling her feverish body warm yours up, too. Itâs all too overwhelming â the warmth of her body, the sweat coating your chest in a layer of sheen, her erotic expression... the little, sweet noises escaping her flushed lips â her scent.
It makes you... tense. To the point where even Neteyam notices.
âAre you alright, my love?â he asks, holding his breath.
The choked-up voice brings you back to reality in an instant. You see his hand reach behind him, searching for your thigh, almost brushing against hers instead. Moving your hand from her waist, you grab his hand and rest it on your clammy thigh.
âYes. Just... hurry.â You pant lightly. âShe - she doesnât look too great.â
She really didnât, but the truth is that youâre not feeling all that great either.
âI know. I know. We are almost there.â He reassures you, squeezing your thigh before letting go.
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Neteyam carries her quickly to the tent, placing her gently on the woven mat. You both look down at her body, glistening from sweat, as she shakes her head from side to side. Her little whimpers are turning into lengthy groans the more time passes. Neteyam is visibly uncomfortable, shielding his nose with his forearm and backing up to the door.
âWhat is it? Are her pheromones too much for you? Too arousing?â you spit, letting the jealousy overcome you.
He grits his teeth and tightens his brows. âWhat? Y/n. No.â he snaps at you. â...they are making me sick.â He confesses, backing up even more. âI cannot stay here. I am going to call for Loâak.â
As bad as it sounds, you feel better knowing that he feels sick rather than hot and bothered by your sister-in-law.
âSorry. I â I think she is affecting me, too.â You babble, feeling lightheaded.
âSorry, maâ yawne [beloved]. I must go.â He grimaces, walking swiftly out the door.
Left alone with her, you scan her body thoroughly. Sheâs drenched in sweat, yet shivering violently as if she were cold. Sympathizing with her, you sweep back the stands hair stuck to her forehead and wipe her down with a wet cloth.
Is this what I look like when Iâm in heat, too?
You know the cloth is useless and that only Loâak could provide any sort of relief for her, but itâs all you could do for her. Sheâs practically writhing in pain, mumbling under her breath, yearning for her mate. You know the feeling all too well, you could really empathize with her. It feels as if youâre going through it too, just by watching her curl into a foetal position.
It must be burning... there, now. You pity her, staring at her clutching her womb.
Feeling woozy, you mirror her movements, wrapping your hand around your abdomen, too.
âI know what you are feeling. It is not nice. But do not fret...â you ring out the cloth, â...Neteyam has called for your mate.â You whisper, wiping down the back of her neck. âHe will fix you right up... okay?â you ask, not really expecting an answer.
âMmm... mhm.â She moans between pants, leaning into your touches as she backs herself up onto you.
You let out a breathy chuckle, smiling down at her. âNot me, silly. I canât do much for you. So, sorry about that...â you glance at her tail, coiling around your leg. âHang in there... Loâak is almost here, I am sure of it.â You pat her thigh before dipping the cloth back into the water. Â
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âLoâak. Where are you? Why did you leave her alone?â Neteyam shouts, holding the button on his throat microphone.
âWhat? What do you mean? I was with her an hour ago, bro.â Loâak shouts back.
Neteyam doesnât answer, as he breathes through a wave of nausea, swallowing the saliva that pools in his mouth.
âBro?â Loâak repeats.
âCome quick. She doesnât look good.â Neteyam states quickly. âShe is with my mate... I had to leave the room. Her pheromones are making me nauseous.â he takes a deep breath, hearing nothing but silence.
âLoâak.â Neteyam spits.
âJust. Shut up. Iâm almost there.â Loâak growls.
Just as he said â Loâak lands with a loud thump.
Neteyam watches his brother dismount his ikran, embodying that of a very pissed off thanator. He braces for impact, feeling too queasy to properly defend himself from his brotherâs uncontrollable temper.
âLoâak. Calm, brother.â Neteyam snaps, staggering from the wooziness.
Fortunately for Neteyam, the faint moan of his mate pierces the air, causing the thanator to lock onto a new target. Loâak pushes past Neteyam, shoving him out the way. Neteyam sits down and puts his head between his legs, hoping itâll ease up the light-headedness.
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Loâak opens the door, making you jump in your skin. You watch as heâs overpowered by his mateâs pheromones, covering his face with his hand as he makes his way into the room. He rushes over and kneels before his mate, whoâs now under a sheeting, drenched with her sweat. He lifts his head briefly to give you a quick nod â as if to say, thank you. You shoot him a smile, before getting up to leave the tent to join your mate.
âMaâ teyam?â you call for him, not seeing him in your direct line of sight.
âDown here.â He mutters, head still between his legs.
You gasp from hearing his voice, still on edge from l/m's heat. Looking at your feet, you see Neteyam sitting down on a branch next to the tent.
 âOh, my baby. Is it that bad?â you ask, feeling sorry for him.
âMmmn. Feel like âm gonna be sick.â He pants, drooling from the excess saliva flooding his mouth.
The sight is like stones in your heart.
âAlright, alright. Youâre okay. I am here now, Nete.â You hum as you seat yourself next to him and rub circles into his back. âTake a deep breath with me.â You breathe with him, holding his braids out the way.
It seems to be a thing where you care for others, today.
Not that you minded it, you were a healer in training anyways. But you couldnât deny your own uneasiness. Your own wooziness.
The scent of lionberry and mossy wood completely inundates you and Neteyam as Loâak walks past with his mate in his arms. Before you know it, Neteyam is dry heaving, trying his best not to throw up.
âOkay, okay. We gottaâ go.â you insist, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. âCome on. Up we go, Nete.â You grunt, struggling to stand up with this dead weight on your shoulder.
Although you didnât have the strongest frame, your legs feel significantly weaker. You put it off to this entire ordeal. Snaking your hand around his waist, you pull him up with you, supporting him as you walk towards your shared tent. He really wasnât carrying much of his weight, or at least thatâs how it felt.
âWalk with me, maâ teyam.â You huff, feeling his braids swing against your face as he makes feeble tempts to walk to the tent. âAlmost there. Just a few more steps.â
He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as another wave of nausea washes over him, stopping him in his tracks. You hold your position, supporting him on your wobbly legs whilst he catches his breath.
âSorry, y/n.â he groans between raggedy breaths.
âFor what? Being sick?â you laugh, âDonât be.â
âNo. For earlier... I hurt your feelings, didnât I?â he looks up at you through his knitted brows, with big glossy eyes.
His eyes always made you fold in two, and he knew it. You brush it off, rolling your eyes and shaking your head slightly.
âPsh. Nah. I have no idea what you are talking about.â You smile, nudging him towards your shared hammock.
âI am serious, I can tell. You are my mate, after all.â He huffs, walking through the doors of your tent.
âShh. Itâs fine, my love.â You mutter, lowering him on the floor. âWho knew a little pheromone would make a big man like you crumble.â You giggle, lightening the mood.
Neteyam pulls you towards him, causing you to fall into his warm chest. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, snuzzling into you as he takes a deep breath, inhaling your sweet scent.
âYours do.â He hums, rubbing his face against your supple skin. âI crumble monthly... for you.â he glances up at you before moving up to your collarbone.
Maybe it was the jealousy you felt earlier, or perhaps it was Loâakâs mates overpowering scent, but Neteyamâs innocent touches are sending shivers down your spine. It feels so good â so right. You canât help but melt into him, rubbing your cheek against his braids, also inhaling his natural scent.
âThank you, my beloved.â He smiles into your collarbone, sliding his hands up your waist.
âFor?â you moan, feeling dizzy.
âYour pheromones. They are making me feel better.â He mumbles into your chest, feeling an immense amount of relief.
The woozy feeling is too intense to ignore anymore. Itâs starting to affect your hearing, making Neteyamâs voice into a low echo.
âHmm?â you hum, not quite understanding what heâs babbling on about.
âWhen did you learn how to control your pheromones?â He asks, kissing the fleshiness of your breasts.
âI â I donât know what you are saying.â You moan softly, pushing your chest against him. âI mean... what youâre talking about.â You swallow your spit, struggling with your words. âNete. I donât feel so well.â you confess, now seeing two of him kissing your chest.
He looks up at you, seeing your dazed expression. His eyes bulge at the sight, knowing heâs seen this look on your face before â like two weeks ago to be exact.
âCan her heat make me sick, too?â you whisper, although it comes out more as a soft whimper.
âMy love... did you not get your heat this month already?â he questions you, already knowing the answer.
âMmmn, were you not there my nete?â you moan softly, mounting your mate.
He watches as you crawl on top on him, sitting on his pelvis as you wiggle around to find a more comfortable position. Using the back of his hand, he feels your forehead. Sure enough, you're burning up.
âYou feel hot, like you have a fever.â He whispers, dropping his hand back down to your waist.
âMhm... mhm. Feels that way. Think Iâm sick, like you.â you hum, your head collapsing into his neck.
âI do not think so, sweetheart.â He chuckles huskily, sliding his hands up to your breasts and kneading them gently.
âI think you are in heat, my little one.â
Pulling back, you look down at him with heavy eyes. âW-what?â you breathe.
âMhm.â He hums, bucking his hips into you suddenly. âI can smell it.â He looks down at your pelvises rubbing against one another â sticky from your slick.
âI can feel it.â He growls, snapping his gaze back up to yours.
For a moment, you think about how Loâak's mate must be feeling. Is it like how you feel now? Or is more intense? You think back to the banshee ride to hometree, about how her hot body nuzzled into yours, heating you up too... how her little mewls and moans filled your ears â how her scent put you on edge.
âDid you like her scent?â you ask breathlessly, trying to recall how it smelled.
Neteyam looks up at you dumbfounded, to be met with your intoxicated expression.
âYep. You are definitely in heat if you are asking such a question.â He laughs at the fact that youâve already forgotten what the last hour has been like for him.
Trailing your body with his eyes, he takes in the sight of your sweaty skin, your stiff nipples poking through your top... your flushed cheeks â your lustful facial expression. It dawns on him that youâre reminiscing about Loâakâs mate in heat. Now heâs the one whoâs jealous.
What better a thing to cause him to succumb his territorial urges?
âWhy? Did you?â he breathes, bucking his hips once more â even harder.
You bite your tongue, afraid to admit your true feelings to your mate. That, yes, you were aroused by another womanâs pheromones. They excited you, just like they put you in heat.
âHmm?â Neteyam lets out a throaty growl, sliding his hands to your hips to squeeze them harshly. âDid you?!â he thrusts into you, making your tender breasts bounce.
âUgh! F-fuck...maybe.â you confess through strained whimpers, grinding into the hard imprint under his loincloth.
This riles Neteyam up. The thought of you being all hot and bothered by another person, another woman, in heat at that... makes him â horny.
He didnât quite understand it, he was confused, even. Just a second ago he was jealous, and ready to fuck the sense back into you. But now? The mere thought of the flesh between your legs dampening due to her scent... drives him feral.
âYeah? And now I have to clean up this mess...â he growls, shoving his hand between your slick covered legs. â...such a fucking slut.â He mumbles, pushing your loincloth to the side and ramming two digits deep inside your slippery cunt.
Under the trance of your heat, Neteyam surrenders to his animalistic urges, ripping the flimsy cloth that covers your breast off your chest with his free hand. He takes your nipple into his mouth in a hurry, nipping at it with his teeth. You yelp out, feeling pleasure from his rough fingering and from the pain in your breast, causing him to pop off your nipple.
âT-take this off me, Nete.â You moan, tugging at the band of your loincloth as you grind even harder into his fingers.
âI want you to beg for it. Beg for meâ he demands, hooking his fingers right into your sweet spot.
âOh! Oh Neteyam!â you cry out, feeling your eyes well up with tears from how good his fingers feel. âPlease... I want you inside me!â
âFuck. Why am I even stretching you?â he hisses, yanking his fingers out of your cunt. âYou donât even fucking need it.â
He raises his hand in front of his face, pulling apart his fingers to reveal thick strings of slick connecting them together. Hurriedly taking his fingers into his mouth, he sucks your sweet, sweet slick clean off his digits, swallowing it hungrily.
Without wasting another second, he rips your loincloth into two, completely deeming it unwearable. He throws the torn, raggedy cloth to the side, gripping you by your hips and forcibly rubbing your hot slit against his loincloth.
His eager movements make you whine loudly, as you make poor attempts to take his covered cock inside of you â desperate for your release. The itchiness inside your womb is unbearable and too deep for just his fingers to scratch. You just want to ram his entire length inside you and grind your hips into his pelvis to satiate the itch.
âGood Eywa. Look at you...â he grunts, â... trying to fuck me through my loincloth.â He lets loose a breathy laugh, watching you actually get the tip in.
âPlease... itâs so itchy. Neteyam! I need it. âts burning... Please. P-please!â you beg loudly, shoving your hips down onto him.
âAlways talking about your itch, huh? Always so needy...â he hums, ripping his own into two before throwing it into the pile of torn up rubbish.
His cock springs up, slapping against your cunt, making you jolt from the sudden raw touch.
âI â I, oh! Nete. Ugh... just... ngh! do it...â you sob needily, feeling the heat of your body take over.
It feels like your head is spinning, as the room moves rapidly around you, burring your vision completely. Your raggedy breaths turn into heavy pants, silently begging your mate to hurry. You canât see properly, much less form a rational thought, or say a proper sentence.
âI said...â he digs his nails into your hips, â... I want to hear you beg for me, little one.â He growls, sliding your hips up and down against his shaft, coating it with your thick slick.
The stiffness of his cock rubbing against your clit is like pure bliss, like you could cum from just this. Youâre so focused on the feeling that you canât even hear the echo of his voice anymore. Picking up the pace with your hips, you rock back and forth, rubbing your hot, sticky clit against his member.
âBeg!â he shouts, bringing you back to reality.
âFuck! Please!â you sob, tears now streaming down your face. â...please, baby. Iâm losing it. I need you.â you quiet down into whimper.
Feeling sorry for you, he squeezes your hips and lifts you high enough for him to position his cockhead right at the entrance of your hole. He lingers there, taking a second to look into your watery, drunk eyes.
âMawey, my good girl. Iâm going to sort you out, now.â he moans, shoving your hips down onto his cock, watching his entire length disappear into your tight, wet cunt.
âOh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes!â you scream, finally scratching the itch with his cock, rolling your hips around in circles.
âI know. I know, baby.â He hums, allowing you to use him however you see fit.
Neteyam knows exactly how to deal with you - how to calm you, even without his knot, although thatâs what you need the most. Heâd withhold it from you, until you were a sobbing mess on your knees begging for it.
It usually meant your heat would be longer â more drawn out, but thatâs okay because you had your mate with you. He has the stamina to keep up with you, unlike Loâak. He worried for his brother and tried to give him a few lessons some time ago in preparation for his mateâs heat, but he didnât seem very interested.
âThe main thing is to start slow, or youâll burn up with her.â His own voice echoes in his head.
He sets a lazy rhythm, pushing his cock as deep as it can go inside you, before pulling out half way and stuffing you all over again. His languid thrusts were enough to keep the emptiness at bay, and deep enough to scratch that maddening itch.
Barely enough.
Your heatâs been induced by another naâviâs pheromones, jumping starting it a week earlier to sync with hers. It just so happens that this is her first heat â the most intense, hottest heat. It feels like youâre first heat, all over again. The infernal blaze that flickers deep in your chest grows bigger, menacing â insatiable.
âMmnh! No... âtis not enough! Deeper, deeper!â you beg.
You lift your legs to squat on his pelvis, hoping the position will open you up more so that you can drill his hot cock deeper inside of you. Neteyam watches you in shock â brows raised, eyes bulging out his head, lips slightly parted.
Youâre panting heavily, grabbing onto his face to pull him into yours as your rest your forehead on his. You search his eyes as you struggle to ram his cock deeper inside, thanks to your shaky legs.
He's astounded by your lewd, insistent body language. Heâd only see you act this way so early in your heat when it was your first â when you used him like your own personal fuck toy. You needed leverage, something to hold onto so you could shove more of him inside you.
Wrapping your dainty fingers around his throat, you hold on tightly while you slam your hips into his. The sound of skin smacking against skin and the squelching noises of your cunt permeate the air.
They become louder than your moans, which are toning down into little whimpers as you near your first climax of the day. Your noses brush against one another whilst you pant tiny, sweet mewls into each otherâs mouths.
You start to babble, not aware of what youâre saying.
âI love... *slam* this *slam* cock. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.â Your whisper, your eyes pooling with tears.
âShit, y/n. Why is your heat so intense?â he lets out a choked whisper, searching your eyes for some trace of you left. "Who knew a little pheromone could make a girl like you crumble?" he laughs.
âI â I donât know. Just. Shut up. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.â You chant, tears now rolling down your cheeks.
âWoman. You need to slow down. I am going to cum in you... shit.â he breathes into your mouth, pulling back his pelvis slightly.
âStop. Don't move Nete. I'm almost there.â You chase his pelvis with yours. âMore... more, please, more.â You beg quietly, so, so close to cumming.
âShh... shh, ease up, y/n.â he pleads with you, pushing away your hips.
âDonât... ngh. Donât push me away, Iâm almost there, teyam!â your soft moans become louder.
âF-fuck. Me too. Ugh - good eywa, you need to... ngh... fucking slow down.â Neteyam whimpers underneath you, dipping his head back as he tries to resist filling you up already.
â...and you need to shove more of this cock inside me!â you cry out, feeling the swell of your sweet spot.
Frustrated with your demanding, whiney behaviour, he decides to put you in your place. You feel his hand snake up your back, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pull you backwards, ripping your hands off his throat.
âStop â fuck. Stop talking like that!â he raises his voice, on the verge of releasing his essence inside you.
His firm grip has you even more aroused â your body submitting even more to his rough touches. âJust like that! Oh, Eywa. Mark me, already!â you shout, flinging your head back to make space for his teeth.
âYeah? Thatâs what you fucking want? Fuck.â he shouts, âSuch a needy little thing you are.â He pounces on you, knocking the wind out of you as your back hits the floor.
Grabbing you by your leg, he swings it over to the other side, flipping you on your stomach â cock still deep inside you.
âYou wanna be fucked? Hmm? You want my big fucking cock? Yes?â he growls, pinning your head to the ground whilst he shoves his cock even deeper inside you, piercing your bruised cervix with his tip.
âOhh! Oh f-fuck! Yes Neteyam!â You sob loudly, finally being tamed by his touch. âMark me... please!â you squeal, backing yourself onto him.
âQuiet.â He growls, giving you a hard thrust.
He crouches over you, panting hot breaths onto your neck, tempted to actually sink his teeth into you.
âOne more whiney noise out this filthy mouth of yours and see what fucking happens.â He moves his hand from your head to your face, plunging two fingers into your mouth.
âMake me fucking cum!â You squeal, biting his fingers and spreading your legs even wider, feeling the knots in your muscles unwind.
âSst!â he hisses, yanking his fingers out your mouth. âFuck. You earned this, you little slut.â
He holds your hands behind your back by your wrists with one hand, and bites down on your shoulder, hard, locking his jaw onto you as you thrash around.
You feel his fangs pierce through your skin, as you writhe underneath your mate who is now pushing his growing knot at the entrance of your cunt. The pressure is immense â itâs like ecstasy, flooding your empty womb. The itch is being scratched and it feels so good.
âCumming!â you let loose a hoarse scream, flinging your head back as your entire body shudders under his grip.
He doesnât let up, he just sinks his teeth even deeper into you, sucking lightly as he holds his position inside you â pinning you down with his bite and grip.
Heâs grunting and groaning into your shoulder, closing his eyes to savour the feeling of your pussy pulsating feverishly around his cock, trying to milk its essence directly into your womb. He waits patiently for you to come down from your high, tricking your body into thinking itâs been knotted by staying deep inside your cunt.
As the heat subsides, and the emptiness is filled, you calm down from your high and start to feel the new burning sensation in your shoulder. Your little pants turn into whimpers, feeling the pain radiate down your back. He unlatches from your shoulder and licks the wound with his warm tongue.
âBetter, my love?â he pants heavily, still deep inside of you.
âMhm...â you hum, wincing from the pain in your shoulder.
âI know your little âitchyâ sensation is gonna come back the second I pull out of you.â He whispers breathlessly in your ear, moving quickly to lick your wound once more.
Neteyam feels your shaky legs give out underneath you, making you sprawl out flat on the woven mat. He follows your every movement, ensuring to stay inside of you until he catches his breath enough to go another round â he hasnât gotten his fill yet, after all. Giving you a few more minutes of relief, he slowly pulls out of your cunt, making you whine in the process.
âReady for round two, maâ munxta [mate]?â he growls deeply in your ear.
Just like he said, the itchiness comes flooding back in, filling up the deepest parts of your womb. You canât help but groan from the sensation, frustrated that itâs back so soon.
Pulling out of your gaping hole, he looks down to see a thick rope of your slick connecting you to his throbbing, swollen cock. He yanks you back up onto all fours, smacking your ass as if to say âstay putâ while he drops to his knees to shove his nose into your cunt, deeply inhaling your sweet scent.
âFuck. Everything about you is so... delicious.â He moans, lapping up the juices that drip slowly down your thighs.
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The days blend as they pass, all consisting of the same things â fucking, cumming, cleaning, sleeping, eating, drinking. The cycle repeats, hour after hour, day after day â night after night. You were insatiable, riding and grinding against his numb cock when he just couldnât take anymore. In a lot of the moments, he just let you take the lead â but he never allowed you to take his knot. He wouldnât let a repeat of your first heat happen again.
Neteyam is lying down flat on the mat, completely covered in your pussy juices. Heâs panting, unable to take a full breath anymore. His body aches, muscles inflamed and throbbing from carrying you around the tent because you refused to let him pull out.
You cling to your mate, desperate and delirious from the intensity of your heat. Itâs still so hot, you wish you could step out of your skin. Not even tsaheylu was helping you.
âNete...â you look down at your mate through blurry vision, âah...haah... ha... I canât take... this anymore.â you sob, tears running down your cheeks.
âOh, y/n. Iâm so sorry... I do not understand why it is lasting so longâ his voice cracks, â... but itâs almost over, my love.â He clears his throat, caressing your shaky thighs. âHow about we take a break and drink something?â he suggests hopefully, needing a break himself.
You shake your head side to side, struggling to support your sweaty body with your trembling hands on his stomach. The sweat that drips from your forehead pools into the dips of his stomach, mixing with his to form a small puddle. At least your double vision is gone now, and you can hear him clearly.
âWhy? Why donât you just knot me and put me out my misery?â you cry quietly, rocking your hips into him once more.
Neteyam sighs loudly, letting his head drop back into the mat. He stares up at the roof of your tent garnering the energy to repeat himself for the tenth time. He knows youâre not feeling like yourself â that youâre completely out of it.
âMy love.â He looks back down at your sticky pelvises, âI cannot. As much as I want to... we cannot. And as the only sane one here... I must be firm with you.â he drops his head back on the mat, still feeling winded.
âNeteyam.â Loâakâs shaky, hoarse voice chimes in through his earpiece. â...I canât keep up with her. Thereâs no food or water left, and this is lasting way longer than I thought it would. I need your help, brother.â
Finally, a light in the haziness of this torturous three day long heat. Neteyam presses the button on his throat microphone, and lets loose a breathless chuckle, finding this whole ordeal amusing.
âThe great Loâak! I tried to warn you, start slow or you will burn out.â He smiles to himself, unable to follow his own advice. â...And, uh â I canât help you.â you grind against his swollen cock, trying to drill it even deeper into you. â...Mmn. Iâm tied up myself.â Neteyam looks up into your inebriated eyes. âThanks to your mate, mine went into heat early. Ask Kiri.â He huffs between heavy pants.
âKiri? No, bro. You know sheâs not going to help me out.â Loâak croaks, feeling lightheaded. âPlease... Just bring your mate with you.â he begs.
âNo, I cannot. She is in heat, are you not hearing?â he responds, using his thumb to rub circles into your sore clit. âLoâak - fuck. Sheâs finally calming down now... if I bring her around your mateâs pheromones, sheâs going to milk me dry.â Neteyam curses.
âI donât care bro, let âem at each other. I donât mind. Please.â Loâak begs, out of breath. âPlease. I think Iâm gonna pass out again... just come.â
Pass out? Shit. I might too. But again? Neteyam thinks.
âPass out? Again?â he swallows his spit, watching you bite back a moan.
âBro, you donât understand. This woman is feral. I donât even know how many times Iâve knotted her at this point. Please.â Loâak pleads desperately with his older brother.
Yes, I do understand. Good Eywa.
âBaby bro. You... you knotted her? I thought I warned you not to.â
 Neteyam covers your mouth, feeling your cunt heat up again as your walls clench around his cock. He takes his finger off the button.
âFuck, baby. Gonna cum for me again? You better hold it, pretty girl.â Neteyam warns you.
You nod quickly, grunting into his hand as you struggle to withhold your moans. He rewards you with a quick pat on your thigh before he presses the button once more.
âYou think I have any say in whatâs going on? This woman is using me like a sex toy. All sensation is just gone for me at this point. You donât understand.â Loâak argues, on the verge of tears.
âAgh. I do underst â you know what. Forget it.â He gives up, realizing his brother is also out of it. âEven if I could manage to fly there now, your mateâs pheromones make me sick.â
âNot with your mate in heat too. Hers will keep you calm, just come bro. Hurry... S-sheâs pushing me out of her again, hurry... please.â he sobs hysterically.
âPushing you out of her?â he laughs breathily, watching your hips grind against his.
You hold on to his wrist cups your mouth, picking up the speed of your hips. He looks up at you and sees your eyebrows pinch together â the face you always make before cumming.
âAlright, alright. I need to go. Iâll let you know if I can come.â Neteyam responds quickly, taking his finger off the button.
âSpeaking of coming...â he takes his hand off your mouth, â...you can cum for me, now.â he insists, gripping your hips and rocking into you.
âOh. Neteyam! 'm cumming!â you gasp for air, letting the knots in your stomach unravel as you squirt all over your mate once more.
âJeez, y/n. I do not understand how you keep making so much cum...â he looks at the mess you made on him before looking back up at you. âFeeling better now, sweetheart?â
You collapse into him, putting all your weight on him as you nuzzle into his chest, inhaling his scent. The itch was insatiable, no matter how many times you came on him, the itch would come right back as soon as he pulled out of you.
ââm sorry Nete...â you pant â...still so itchy... so hot.â You sob quietly into his chest.
âMawey, my love. Youâre okay. It is almost over.â He hums in your ear, drawing circles into your back. âHow do you feel about us going to help Loâak?â
âMhm. Mhm.â You moan, closing your eyes.
âAlright, try and sleep, baby. Iâll page Kiri.â He whispers, kissing you on your forehead as he repositions you.
âNo! I â I wanna help her, teyam.â You babble, not knowing what youâre saying anymore. Â
âOh? Her? I thought we were helping Loâak, not his mate.â he chuckles, sitting up and wrapping your legs around his waist. âLet us go, maâ yawne.â
Neteyam lifts you up, still inside of you, and wraps a sheet around the two of you. He calls for his ikran, who lands not too far from the tent. The walk of shame there wasnât too bad, as most naâvi were in their tents by this time.
Only a couple na'vi saw you, and quickly turned their heads when they realized what was going on - especially seeing you two bonded. You cling to your mate, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he mounted his ikran.
âSorry, my sweatheart.â He apologizes, breaking tsaheylu with you so that he can bond with his banshee.
You whine at the sensation, now feeling the full intensity of your heat. Clinging even tighter onto him, you nuzzle your face into the nook of his neck, inhaling deeply. You sleep on the way there, and wake up to the sweet, sweet scent of lionberry and mossy wood...
Note: Damn yâall. I did not plan for it to be this long, but here we are, lol. As much as I wanted him to knot her, I remembered that in âa synchronous feverâ he said â...and somehow, I have been able to restrain myself from knotting you during your heats.â So, I had to stay true to the story line. Sorry the end was sort of abrupt, Iâm hella burnt out, I wonât lie. But I will be doing another part to this â if thatâs what you guys want. But I think Iâm going to take a day or two to reset! I feel like Iâm rewriting the same thing repeatedly (r.e. descriptive words/phrases/nicknames/etc.)
Lo'ak's POV: Inextinguishable
Part II: Twin Flame
Part III: Ashes [aftercare]
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Getting hurt and taken care of as well
Even due living on Pandora was wonderful and beautiful there had been times, but there are times when someone will get injured or hurt. There was many ways someone can end up getting hurt while living life here, and most of these times happened during childhood. There was always someone getting hurt that was out of their control at times, and later coming home and getting some care and attention.
Jake x neytiri
knocked off your Ikran
You had been knocked off your ikran and it was out of your control, as some teens had been goofy off doing g stunts and showing off. When one of them had chased into you sending you and your ikran, falling and crashing down to the ground. The landed was soften a bit by the leaves and grass, but there was still some pain as well.
y/n " ahh that hurt .... yeah that hurts" you are looking around and saw you ikran standing once again, but she seem a bit dizzy from the fall.
y/n " hey girl I'm happy to see you are okay ... that was bad crash"
????? " y/n"
y/n " over here" you soon looked and saw your brother landed their ikran and run towards you, they soon kneel down once they reached you.
lo'ak " that looks bad"
y/n " you don't say"
lo'ak " can you stand"
y/n " on my own maybe not I need some help up" lo'ak soon helped your onto your feet.
y/n " well all seem good I don't feel any pain while standing"
neteyam " good but we need to get you home as you are hurt, and these injuries need to be attend to"
y/n " sure I don't think I can fly on my ikran right now she needs time to recover, and after that fall I don't think it a good idea"
neteyam " you cna fly with me sister lo'ak"
lo'ak " I will call dad and tell him what happened" neteyam had helped you onto his ikran, as the two soon took off into the air followed by lo'ak. Soon the tiro had arrived back at the village and neteyam had helped you off the ikran.
???? " kids" Jake had been seen rushing towards the kids and soon stopped when he saw you.
y/n " hey dad as you can see I have had a very interesting day so how was your day"
Jake " that seems to be true now come on lets take you home" neteyam and Jake had helped you get to the home, where the family was at the moment. When they laid eyes on you they all had gasped seeing you, as your grandmother and sister began to work to help you.
kiri " this will string a bit sister but it will help with your injuries"
y/n " it okay I understand"
mo'at " so they were playing around reckless and hit you and your ikran"
y/n " yes"
neytiri " I happy you are okay my mother but please don't worry me that much"
y/n " I promise mom" neytiri soon kissed your forehead as she hand you some soup to have.
y/n " thank you"
Jake " okay we are home we checked on your ikran, she is good but you two will not be flying for a couple days"
y/n " yes sir"
mo'at " your father is right it will not be good idea until we know you are healed"
y/n " okay"
neytiri " what about those kids"
Jake " I talked with them and they will be in trouble for their reckless actions, but it will be good afterwards now we have to make sure y/n is okay" your family had attended to you that night making sure you were okay, and that there was no bad side effects will happen to you.
Jake x Neytiri x Tsu'tey
falling from a high height
It was a good day for you to be out with your siblings and spiders, as you all are enjoying your day off and just having some fun. It was all going well as the family, was walking and jumping on some branches and vines. That peace and fun had ended when tuk had nearly lost her, balance you had been closer and caught grabbed her hand but the tree branch gave away you had been able to push tuk to safety.
y/n " ......." you had fallen very the very high branch and had hit a couple other branches and leaves, during your fall before you ahd hit the ground.
????? " y/n" you had been able to hear your sibling calls you but you could see them at the moment, you had felt pain in your body. you soon enough her movement coming towards you.
kiri " sister"
y/n " hey"
kiri " are you okay"
y/n " is tuk okay she didn't get hurt"
kiri " she fine always worrying about us"
y/n " always"
neteyam " can you move your head slowly" you had moved your head slowly feeling no pain, while doing that so that was good.
lo'ak " I called dads they will be here soon"
spider " to pain of one to ten tells us"
y/n " seven maybe"
tuk " y/n"
y/n " hey tuk tuk"
kiri " someone grab me some of those herbs together I can help her, for now but we will need grandma and uncle norm"
tuk " yes spider"
spider " come on I will help you"
y/n " well this looks bad hey if I'm lucky mom will let me leave the village, after this whole situation"
neteyam " she won't not that easy"
y/n " yep"
?????? " kids"
lo'ak " dads over here" Jake and tsu'tey soon came rushing they soon stopped when, they saw the kids and soon kneeled down when they saw you.
Jake " hey sweetie"
y/n " hey dad"
tsu'tey " okay she can move that a good sign right"
y/n " ahh" you had moved your arm to feel pain soon everyone looked at you.
Jake " it her arm she might of broken it or twisted it"
y/n " I think that right" soon tuk and spider came back with the herbs, that had been used for your cuts and scraps.
Jake " okay we are taking you home your mom and grandmother, are waiting for us they have something that will help you and food as well" you had nodded your head as Jake had picked you up slowly, and soon had carried you towards bob. The family had soon left and headed home right away. when you got home your mother and grandmother are waiting there, you had been taken home and attend to.
Neytiri " until you are healed properly you will not be leaving the village that much or, doing that much climbing either"
y/n " yes mom"
Neytiri " we are proud of you my daughter now eat something" you had nodded your head and started eating some dinner. That night your siblings and parents made sure you are okay, as you will be needing care for the next couple days. Tuk had made some cute design on your arm cased at made you smile brightly.
Tsu'tey x norm
hit by hunter trap
It was morning and you had spent the night at the base with your dad, as it was too late to walk home and it was better for you to stay there for the night. So in the morning you had walked home it was bright and early, so most of the village might be awake by now. It was all going well for you until it was not, as you had been walking on tree truck when something came flying towards you knowing you off balance and onto the ground.
y/n " ahhh" you had hit the ground hard as you soon looked at where you were hit, it see a hunter rope wrapped around your leg.
????? " hey I think I caught something and it sound big by the sound, it made hitting the ground"
????? " that cool bro we can bring it home and show our dads the prey we caught"
????? " I wonder what creature we caught it most be foolish to be walking here"
???? " will you two hush you might scare away the creature or anything else, or might attract the attention of beast" you had know these three voices well as you tried getting yourself free.
???? " oh come on bro you are being to serious when we get home I can tell I brought home a good meal .... I hold my head high and say I caught a .... y/n"
y/n " oh look the mighty hunters have come"
spider " wait what did we get ... oh hey sis"
y/n " hey brother of mine"
neteyam " what oh y/n"
y/n " hello boys well it good to see you are up and awake"
lo'ak " what are you doing"
y/n " well I was walking home until this wonderful and pain gift caught me, sending him falling from there onto here making me the caught of your so called hunt"
neteyam " here let me free you" neteyam had came to help you from the trap around your leg, but even he couldn't undo by his hand and had to use his blade.
neteyam " I think you two have a long way before you two become the clan hunters for everyone sake"
lo'ak " yeah"
spider " hey sis have you see your legs " you had looked at your legs to see burn mark along with some scraps as well, you soon look at the boys.
y/n " I think you need to work on your rope material and tossing"
lo'ak " we didn't know it was you we thought it was a pray by the sound you made"
neteyam " lo'ak"
lo'ak "what I'm being honest"
y/n " well hunters why don't you help the so called caught of day get home"
spider " sure come on we had always been tasked to come get you as well"
y/n " well you have completed both task for the day good for you all"
lo'ak " I sense you are being sarcastic towards us"
y/n " oh no"
neteyam " come on let get her home and pray that uncle tsu'tey is mad at us" the trio had helped you get home as the four teens, had ran into their dads who were happy to see them but soon become shocked when they saw you were hurt.
kiri " so you three went hunting and decided to knock down y/n as well"
lo'ak " sis that was not our agenda we had gone hunting and were going to get y/n but, our plans got mixed up there for a moment"
y/n " yeah"
mo'at " well you are lucky that was not a other hunter trap are, we will be doing more work here"
y/n " oh goodie"
tuk " I thought you three like y/n"
neteyam " we do"
tuk " then why is she hunt because of you three"
lo'ak " well we were not looking and thought it was prey, we didn't know it was here until we looked at her"
kiri " it sounds like something you and spider will do"
spider " yeah it was not our best moment"
tsu'tey " how are you doing my daughter"
y/n â good no bad damage had been causedâ
norm â good I can come home right away âŚâ
y/n â we are good dad the other based need youâ
norm â okayâ
Jake â boys as for you hunting trips for the time being with be supervised, for your safety and everyone else safetyâ
the boys â yes sirâ
neytiri â good here some fruit for you all to eat and teaâ
the kids â thank youâ
spider â hey sis we are sorryâ
y/n â it okay but next time when you go hunting, because donât place me in a trapâ soon laughter had been heard, as everyone started laughing. The boys had nodded their heads the group had stayed with you that day, doing tasks and making sure no one else got hurt for the remaining of the day.
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Neteyam x Reader (fem!omatikayan)
neteyam and you are too different. you're a free spirit and a bit of a rebel. he's the chief's son and follows all rules. you both like each other but don't believe the other could ever feel same. one night, lo'ak and you sneak out, and neteyam follows. when the skypeople come, putting you all in danger, neteyam and you are forced to face your feelings.
contains: action and angst (safe for work)
You race along the vines that connect two of the Floating Mountains. The night sky glistens above you as you feel the cool air hit your face. You should be sleeping, like the rest of the clan, but youâre restless. Everytime you close your eyes, you sense the forest buzzing beneath you, full of life. You hate that the sky people have forced your clan into High Camp, into the mountains. Luckily, Loâak is always down to sneak out.Â
You stop running once you reach the outskirts of High Camp. You see the top of your parentâs red tent and pause for a moment. Maybe you should just go home. A call from an ikran floats through the silence. You smile and set off towards the Sullyâs.Â
You crouch down and scuttle across the moist floor of camp. Soft whispers, snores, and the occasional cough come from various tents. Once you reach the Sullyâs tent, the largest one in camp, you go left, where Loâak and Neteyam sleep. You listen intently, making sure Jake and Neytiri are sleeping. The last thing you want is Jake coming out and yelling at Loâak and you, something heâs done many times before.Â
After a moment of silence, you decide they must be sleeping. You take a deep breath before scratching three times against the tent where the boys sleep. Loâak and you created this method of communicating shortly after the clan made camp in the mountains. Neteyam hates when you all sneak out. Sometimes he accompanies you both, grumbling the whole time about how you will all get trouble. And even though his complaints are annoying, you like when he joins.Â
A moment goes by and youâre about to scratch again when you hear rumbling from inside the tent. You pause, holding your breath, praying itâs Loâak and not Jake. Another rustle. Then, three scratches in return. Your shoulders loosen with relief. You make your way back through the camp, not waiting for Loâak. You will meet him outside, in the open air, where you wonât have to whisper.Â
Once youâve reached the outskirts of camp again, you turn back. You observe how your clan has been forced to live in the mountains, far above the forest where you all belong. It breaks your heart. You look away, suddenly eager to do something fun, something that will make you forget all the pain in your heart.Â
You stare out at the surrounding Floating Mountains. A few ikran fly in the distance making your heart lurch. Footsteps sound behind you.Â
âHey!â Loâak says energetically. You turn around to find him smiling at you, his tail flicking back and forth. Loâak has been your best friend since childhood. You both have a rebellious streak, love adventure, and have the same humor: you just understand each other. Some people in the village crack jokes that you are a couple but itâs never been romantic. Heâs like your brother.Â
You smile back at him. âHey, wanna ride the ikran?â
âHell yea,â he replies and begins walking towards the edge of the mountain. Thereâs a jump in his step, like he too has been needing an out. An escape from home and the clan. Just to be free for a while. You breathe out slowly and follow after him when a voice stops you.Â
âWait.â Itâs Neteyam. He walks out of the camp, his shoulders tense and his eyes worried. Youâve always thought that Neteyam is so serious, sometimes you're jealous of that. Heâs able to take all of his responsibilities and handle them. Heâs so strong while youâre always looking for an escape. Neteyam stops just before you as his eyes drift to his brother.Â
Loâak groans in irritation at the sight of his protective brother. âWhat, bro?âÂ
âWhere are you two going?â Neteyam asks, his eyes slipping from Loâak over to you. Your heart stutters when his gaze falls on you. You also think that Neteyam is kinda gorgeous. Loâak used to make fun of you for having a crush on Neteyam and you denied it until he stopped. Thereâs no point in admitting your crush, itâs useless. Neteyam and you are two completely different people. He would never like you. So you brush off your crush by teasing Neteyam and pretending to be confident.Â
âDonât worry about it,â Loâak mumbles back to Neteyam.Â
âOh, Iâm gonna worry,â Neteyam snaps back, his ears flattening, âDad will be pissed if he finds out.âÂ
âDonât worry, mister uptight,â you tease, âhe wonât find out.â Neteyam gives you a pointed look, the whisper of a blush on his cheeks.
Loâak laughs before saying, âHeâll never know unless you tell him.â He raises an eyebrow at Neteyam. You cross your arms over your chest.Â
Neteyam pauses, staring at his younger brother, whose messes he always has to clean. He knows thereâs no point in forcing him to go back home. Loâak is too stubborn. The only solution is to go with them. Neteyam sighs, trying to make it seem like he doesnât want to do this. But that isnât true. He hates breaking his parents' rules but he likes to sneak with Loâak because then he gets to see you.Â
Neteyam looks at you. Youâre standing with your arms crossed, a somewhat accusatory look plastered across your pretty face. Neteyam is enthralled by you: your spirit, your attitude, and your beauty. Heâs forced his attraction down, never wanting anyone to find out, especially not Loâak. What would his brother think? Him having a crush on his best friend. Besides, you were a free-spirit and heâs âuptightâ. Thereâs no way youâd like him back.Â
âFine, you can go,â Neteyam says after a moment of silence, âbut Iâm coming.â
âWhatever, bro,â Loâak says before turning and running across the thick vines, away from High Camp.Â
Your heart tightens at Neteyamâs words. You quickly follow Loâak and try to ignore your feelings.Â
Neteyam brings up the rear as the three of you bounce across the vines, high above the forest. The air is sweet and the smell of pines drifts up from the trees. You love Pandora, so very much. Loâak reaches the end of the vine and jumps onto another mountain, his familiar hair swinging behind him. The vine is soft and sturdy beneath your feet as you jump off after Loâak.Â
You hear Neteyam land behind you but you donât look back. âLetâs ride!â You call to Loâak. A sudden urgency races through you. You need to be in the air, feeling the wind against your face, letting all your worries be swept away.Â
âWanna race?â Loâak challenges as you reach the edge of the mountain. You peer down, seeing the stark drop into the glowing forest below. You smirk at Loâak. Thereâs nothing you love more than a competition.Â
âI donât think thatâs a good idea,â Neteyam states as he joins you.Â
âBro,â Loâak complains and rolls his eyes, âyou donât think anything is a good idea.âÂ
âI donât think your ideas are ever good,â Neteyam says pointedly, âwe arenât supposed to fly alone, especially not at night. What if the sky people come?â
âArenât you supposed to be the mighty warrior?â You retort. Neteyam hesitates. You lean closer to him, a playful smile on your lips as you pretend to be confident. âWonât you protect us?â
Goosebumps appear along Neteyamâs skin as you stare playfully at him. God, he hates how you are so oblivious to his crush on you. He thinks youâre so cool and unique, it makes him nervous. He swallows and forces his eyes away from your face.Â
Loâak chuckles, âyea brother, isnât that why you came with?â
Neteyam scoffs. He did come to protect you guys but he also just wanted to be around youâŚÂ
You tilt your head to the side. Neteyamâs stern face looks down at the forest way below. Heâs so unfazed by your teasing. Nothing ever fazes him. If a woman ever catches his eye, sheâll have to be pretty amazing. Your stomach drops at the thought. You know itâll never be you.Â
âI came so you both wouldnât be stupid,â Neteyam begins, âbut you do stupid things anyway.â
âExactly!â Loâak agrees before winking at you. He calls out into the night, a high pitched whistle than three low ones. Neteyam moves, his hands reaching out to grab his younger brotherâs shoulders. But heâs too late. Loâak jumps off the mountain just before Neteyam can grasp him. He plummets down a few feet until his ikran appears, almost out of thin air. Loâak lands smoothly on his banshee and grins up at us, his white teeth gleaming manically in the darkness. âHurry up!â
âArgh!â Neteyam groans in annoyance. He hates when his brother does reckless things. Doesnât he understand danger? If something happened to Loâak⌠he isnât sure heâd ever forgive himself.Â
You flinch at Neteyamâs outburst. He seems lost in thought, well more like lost in worry. You inhale deeply and steel your nerves. Be confident, you tell yourself, act chill. You reach out and flick Neteyamâs tail between your hands.Â
âHey!â He turns around, a look of surprise on his face as he smacks your hands away playfully.Â
You hold your hands up in a sarcastic surrender before smiling. âAre you scared, chiefâs son?âÂ
He pulls his lips to the side and cocks his head. âNo,â he says, his deep voice stirring something in you, âI just donât find stupidity fun.âÂ
You ignore his comment and whistle three times, each of them high-pitched before turning to Neteyam. Heâs standing somewhat rigid, but then again he always looks tense. His amber eyes shine and little white flecks glow along his blue face. His beauty takes your breath away. He furrows his eyebrows.
 You throw yourself off the mountain before he has a chance to say anything. God, you hope he didnât notice the look on your face.Â
Neteyam races to the edge of the mountain just in time to see you ride off on your ikran. He shakes his head with a smile on his face. He canât help but smile at you. Thereâs something about you that sets him on edge. It makes him want to let loose and relax. You make him want to be more than just a perfect son; you make him want to be himself. He calls for his ikran before hurtling into the night sky.Â
Loâak swoops and dives on his ikran, right in front of you. The moons illuminate his familiar form as he challenges you to various tricks. He shoots into the air before flipping around multiple times as he laughs. His laughter is familiar, like the smell of your mom when she hugs you.Â
You follow him, sending your ikran high in the sky before flipping around and diving straight down. The wind whips your face as adrenaline shoots through your veins. You love this freedom. You love how it makes your mind go blank. You swoop, dangerously close to the sides of the mountains.Â
âYo! Watch out, cuz!â Loâak cries to which you laugh before diving down again. âYouâre crazy, girl,â Loâak calls out to you, his ikran flapping behind yours.Â
Neteyam sits calmly on his banshee. He watches as his brother and you fly around like insane circus acts. He notices how close you fly to the mountain, his whole body tenses up. He wonders why you do these reckless things. Is it just because you love adventure? Or is it something more? He thinks about the way you study people, how observant you are, and how deeply you think. Heâs almost certain there is more to you than meets the eye. The thought intrigues him, making him like you even more.Â
You notice Neteyam, calmly flying around Loâak and you. He never joins in on the fun. Heâs always content to just watch. You wonder what itâs like to be that content. What itâs like to know who you are and what you want to do. You admire that about Neteyam. You wish you could be more sure footed like him. You force your eyes away from his strong frame and continue flying with Loâak when suddenly, the trees go still.Â
Your ikran freezes beneath you. Your heart begins to hammer in your chest. Loâak stops a few feet ahead of you, his eyes wide. Silence envelopes you, not a peaceful silence but a dreadful one. The kind that warns you. You turn towards Neteyam to find him already flying towards you.Â
âBack home, now,â Neteyam calls, âI have a bad feeling.âÂ
Loâak and you nod, neither of you needing more convincing. Even your ikran is on edge as she chirps nervously beneath you. Then, a sound slices through the silence, like the buzzing of a strange insect.Â
All of you pause and strain your ears. The buzzing turns into a whirring. Neteyamâs mouth falls open. âSky people!âÂ
âOh shit!â Loâak states, panic coating his words.
Your hands begin to shake as your ikran flutters restlessly beneath you. Just then, a large helicopter appears from behind a mountain, heading straight towards you. Â
âFly down!â Neteyam orders. âDonât lead them to Camp. Go into the forest!âÂ
Loâak and you immediately dive down as the sky people begin shooting. Gunshots burst as Pandora comes back to life. Cries of animals fill the air and a tension sets all around you. The whirring of the helicopter grows louder as it follows you three.Â
You hadnât realized how high you were flying until now. You keep diving down but the treetops are still too far away. Loâak is further ahead, his ikranâs wings are bent low as he speeds through the air. But your ikran is more nervous as she fights her way down. More gunshots. The helicopter is coming right after you.Â
Neteyam shoots past you, following his brother. Come on, you think as you tell your ikran to go faster. A huge pile of light shoots down. You jolt in shock and your ikran screeches. The helicopter sent a flare at you. You shudder. Another round of gunshots, this time theyâre aimed right at you.Â
You can no longer see Loâak or Neteyam. Panic begins in your stomach and spreads through your veins. Another flash of bright light, like a huge fire, booms right next to you. Your ikran canât take it. She thrashes at the sight of the light and thereâs nothing you can do to calm her down. Her wings flap uselessly at her sides as she looks around the night sky in confusion. The helicopter sets off another round of gunshots, they whiz right by your head.Â
You have no choice, you have to jump from your ikran or youâll be shot. You reach for your hair and break the tsaheylu. You close your eyes and jump.Â
You didnât think anything but the words slipped out of your mouth anyway, âNeteyam!â You scream as your body falls in midair.Â
Now, youâre squeezing your eyes shut. The wind is racing past you, burning your skin. You feel your arms and legs go numb with fear. You shouldâve just gone into your parents tent earlier tonight. You should never have snuck out. You shouldâve listened to Neteyam. Oh, Neteyam.Â
You land hard against something. Arms wrap around your body, holding you steady. You donât dare to open your eyes. Is this real? You arenât sure. You canât process anything except the pounding of your heart.Â
The rustle of trees fills your ears and you can no longer hear the helicopter. Someoneâs fingers rub your shoulder in comforting circles. Your breath is coming out quickly and sharply.Â
âYouâre okay,â a soothing voice says, âI got you.âÂ
Your heart rate slows at the sound as some of your panic begins to subdue. Pines and freshness infuse your nose: youâre in the forest. You're pushed up against a warm body. You slowly open your eyes, almost fearful of what youâll see.Â
You inhale sharply. âNeteyam.âÂ
His face is drawn together in concentration as he swoops between treetops on his ikran. His jaw loosens at the sound of your voice. He had been so scared. Heâd never known fear like that. He was following Loâak when he heard your scream. It made his blood run cold. His vision had gone black, the only thing that mattered to him was saving you. He saw you floating in the air, your body hanging limply and he raced towards you. He didnât care about the sky people and the guns, all he cared about was that you were safe in his arms.Â
 And now you are. He wants to look at you but keeps his focus on flying. He can feel your rapid heartbeat and knows how scared you must have been. He wants to fly up and kill all those skypeople for making you feel like that.Â
Once he sees a clearing, he slowly brings his ikran down and lands. You still lie in his arms, your body still recovering from the intensity of falling. Your face is pale. The sight of you like this hurts Neteyamâs heart. He curses under his breath before slipping his hands beneath you and lifting you up.
Normally, you would never let someone carry you like some doll, but right now, you donât trust your legs to stand. So, you allow Neteyam to carry you towards a nearby tree where he softly sets you on the ground. You lean against the tree as he sits down next to you, worry coating his features.Â
âAre you alright?âÂ
You nod. âI will be. Justââ you swallow, suddenly nervous. You arenât sure you want to tell him how scared you were. You arenât sure you want to be vulnerable with him. Itâll break the facade youâve made for him. He stares at you openly, stress lining his eyes. You exhale. Screw it. âI was really scared. Just need a moment to recover,â you say quietly.Â
Neteyam looks at you with understanding. âTake your time.â
âWhereâs Loâak?â You ask, suddenly alarmed again.Â
Neteyam holds his hands out as if to say calm down. âHeâs fine. I told him to wait at the pond. I whistled to him when we landed and he replied.â
You nod and close your eyes. You're safe, you tell yourself, Loâak is too. You think of happy memories and try to relax.Â
Neteyam thinks you look beautiful and then he instantly regrets it. Not because you arenât beautiful but because youâre so upset and he shouldnât be thinking that at a time like this. But he canât stop thinking about how different you are. You stand out to him more than anyone. And the sound of your scream, your body, your pain; it made him realize it even more. He canât keep ignoring his feelings for you.Â
After a few moments, you open your eyes. You feel much better. Your legs arenât numb and feel like yourself again. You look over at Neteyam to find him already watching you, an expression on his face that you canât quite read. âThank you,â you say, âfor saving me.â
Neteyam smiles, a playful glint in his eyes. âI am the mighty warrior.â
âOh, whatever!â You shove his shoulder, briefly feeling the warmth of his skin.Â
He laughs. You rarely hear him laugh but when he doesâ itâs incredible. You canât describe it but itâs your favorite sound in the whole world.Â
Neteyam stops laughing and notices you staring at him. He feels suddenly self-conscious, maybe he shouldnât be laughing like this, letting his guard down. âWhat is it?â he asks.Â
The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. âI like your laugh.âÂ
Neteyam freezes. He hadnât expected you to say that.Â
A blush creeps onto your cheeks. Why did you say that? Idiot, idiot, idiot.Â
Neteyamâs lips break into a shy smile. His heart soaring, he wasnât sure what your comment meant but he loved hearing you say it. âI have some redeeming qualities,â he says, thinking of all the uptight jokes that you and Loâak have made.
You pause, hearing the uncertainty in his voice. âNeteyam,â you say in disbelief, âyou have too many good qualities to count.â You pause, studying the way his amber eyes dart across your face. âYouâre practically perfect.âÂ
Neteyamâs mouth falls open. No way, you just said that to him.Â
Your blush grows, heating your whole face. You think about laughing at him or pretend to be joking, but you decide not to. To hell with the facade. Maybe it was the near death experience that made you so bold. But you know now, youâre tired of pretending not to have feelings for Neteyam. Â
Neteyam doesnât think about his actions as he scoots closer to you. You think heâs perfect, the words bubble in his brain and float to his heart. You watch him as he moves closer. His heart pounds against his chest at the sight of your face so close to his. âI think youâre practically perfect too,â he whispers.Â
Shock covers your face. âReally?â You ask. âYouâre so much more sure of yourself then me.â
He laughs in disbelief. âMe? Sure of myself?â He shakes his head. His amber eyes never leave yours. âYouâre the one who follows your heart. You go on adventures and youâre full of life.âÂ
Your breath hitches in your throat. You canât believe this is happening. You canât believe the words coming out of Neteyamâs mouth yet here they are. Loud and clear. A smile forces its way onto your lips. Â
Neteyamâs eyes brighten at the expression on your face. He reaches up, his hand shaking and tucks a strand of hair gently behind your ear. The movement sends sparks across your skin. âI like you,â Neteyam says.Â
âI like you too,â you reply without hesitation. Youâve known those words to be true, youâve kept them secret for too long, and it feels so good to say them out loud. Relief and happiness curl through your body as a grin cracks across Neteyamâs face.Â
You both lean towards each other as if youâre being pulled by some magnetic force. Your lips collide instantly, moving against each other naturally, like theyâve done this before. And maybe they have in another lifetime. Neteyam reaches his hands up and cups your face as he kisses you gently. You turn the kiss as Neteyamâs heart melts. Heâs dreamed of this moment, of kissing you, and he never imagined it would be as amazing as this.Â
Neither of you are sure how long youâve kissed for, neither of you want to pull apart, neither of you want to let go. You want to stay like this forever and forget the world.
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idk what this even is i just thought of the idea and wrote it out. hope you guys like it!!
do you guys like the switch of perspectives? i don't usually do that but it was fun.
anyway, let me know what you think and if you want a part 2 or any other submission requests <3
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CANT WAITT FOR PART 5
ËËËyou jealous ? :) ´ËË - neteyam x reader pt. 5
â⡠ part five : YEAH, I AM.
notes : so hi yâall !! this is kind of part one of part five simply because i didnât want to make yâall wait too much, so hereâs this ! hope yâall enjoy it !
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you suddenly woke up. feeling cold but also being able to recognise a strong arm holding you tight, with a face in the crook of your neck. you could feel him breathing heavily, probably sleeping like a rock. you needed to go to the kitchen, your throat was so dry, but also abused. you grabbed neteyamâs arm trying to get it off you, without waking him up. you caressed it, noticing how strong and big it actually was. if aoânung arms could protect a village, his arms could protect the world. his cheeks were a light pink, eyes relaxed and face warm. he was so pretty. like yes he was very very handsome and attractive, but he was also pretty. like very pretty.
he lazily smiled, making you blush because he noticed how you looked at him. he gently got up, he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. he looked at you. eyes tired, hair fucked up and his shirt on, which unfortunately didnât hide your breasts, well itâs not like he was complaining. he wanted to fuck you all over again. it was still night, which got him confused, a questioning expression on his face. he circled your waist, getting you to lay down with him again. back against his sculpted abdomen, fitting you so well. head in the crook of your neck again, guiding his nose up and down on your sensitive skin.
âgo back to sleep, skxwagn, itâs still night.â he said, in a sleepy voice. you grunted and got up again. this time getting him annoyed.
âiâm hungry, iâm going to the kitchen, txeâlan ( heart ).â you actually got up, trailing you way to get there. he suddenly got up, catching up on you. he was much much taller than you, which for some reason he found so attractive. how little you were, how his hand was the size of your head, the way his hand trailed on your face. he loved it.
you suddenly felt someone picking you up, and throwing you on their shoulder. neteyam siding your ass against his cheek. you sighed, feeling the blood traveling its way to your brain. âneteyam, get me downâ you said trying to wiggle your legs, but they were held off by neteyamâs arms. you punched him in the back, only getting a slap on your ass in reply and a chuckle.
neteyam was the most ass guy on the planet. he loved your ass, from the way it was shaped to its fullness. even when the two of you would argue, he just couldnât keep his eyes off it. and to think your butt was seated on or between aoânungâs thighs made him want to kill himself. he was too jealous, and way too protective. he just wishes he could lock you in his house, only for him to see. because you need nobody, but him. only him. but he knew that he couldnât do it, so as long as youâre happy itâs fine with him.
âow !â you felt the sting burning, but all your little cries and whines, were music to neteyamâs ears.
he seated you on the kitchen table, getting in between your thighs, his legs caressing yours. you held your head against his chest, his arms wrapped your head. it was dead silent. you had no idea of when jake and neytiri would have to come back, but thatâs the last thing you wanted to think about now. you two waisted so much time, and for what ? to think about how much time you couldâve spent together like this but instead it got wasted on fighting and screaming. it made your heart wrench. since that night you decided to fuck instead of talk, you still needed to talk everything out. but not now. now wasnât the moment. you could feel his heartbeat against your ear, and thatâs all you wanted to hear for the rest of your life.
he held your head between his hands, gently caressing your cheeks with his thumb. he smiled at you and asked.
âwhat do you want to eat ?â
âi donât know, what do you want to eat ?â
âyouâre telling me you got up, only to not know what you wanted to eat yawntutsyĂŹp ( darling ) ?â
you sighed, looking around in the kitchen, when you remembered that one meal that jake apparently couldnât live without. you used to always eat it with neteyam, when you were much younger.
âdoes jake have any leftover chicken nuggets ?â you said, looking at him.
he smiled, remembering all the times you two ate them, it was apparently your favorite meal.
he would always keep the last nugget for you.
âuuuh, i think so ? iâll check.â he left you on the table, while he looked for your meal. you poured yourself a glass of water, drinking it. the cold water soothed your throat, hoping that it would start to not hurt by the time you had to wake up. how did you get here ? if you knew this wouldâve happened, would have you done it again ? you were currently seated on his kitchen table, wearing his oversized shirt, and his pair of boxers.
happiness is a butterfly. and you were now the happiest ever.
just the thought of neteyam, bare chested making you a meal, you favorite meal, and being able to look at his gigantic back, seeing his shoulder move, his muscly arms deal with everything, his careful hands taking care of everything, his back muscles flexing as he moved. you could still see the scratches on his back, which made you chuckle. he felt so proud of them.
since you both were young, violence always meant love.
your scratches felt like caresses, his hands strangling your neck like a soft kiss.
neteyam has always showed his love through violence, while you always showed it by being the one getting the violence done to. the universe is a bastard.
distracting you from your thoughts, a plate being placed right o your thighs, while neteyam dragged a chair in front of you sitting on it. his shoulder framing his shoulders, his chest marked with hickeys, his abs perfect as always, his v-line well defined, his boxers sneaking out from his pants. the way you loved his waist. you never admitted it but you loved his slutty tiny waist so much. itâs his dadâs. you just knew it. jake was so attractive yes, but his son was even hotter. you just kept your thoughts to yourself because jake has always been the father figure in your life so it wouldâve felt weird to be attracted to him.
your eyes gently flashed when you felt neteyamâs hand holding your chin, raising it to make you lock your eyes with his. a blush spreading on your cheek noticing neteyamâs smirk.
âeyes up here.â he said making you flush. âyou have your dadâs waist.â you said, without even realising, accidentally thinking out loud which made you both stop for a sec.
âwhat ??â he said confused, even though he heard clearly what you said.
ânothing.â you quickly defended yourself, focusing on your plate.
âyou observe my dadâs waist ?â he said, with an accusing tone, his eyebrows pinched together.
âoh câmon, i didnât like observe, but i did⌠notice.â you said giggling. he couldnât believe what you just said. HIS DAD ?
he just stared at you quietly, a hand placed on your bare thigh.
âwhat ?â you said, acting like you didnât know.
âdo you find my dad attractive ?â he asked, making you choke on the nugget you were eating, coughing feeling your breath short. you drank some water, feeling better. you tried to act like you hear nothing, carrying on with your nuggets. the way this man could make the most basic meal but it would still be gourmet worthy. itâs not about what you can do for men, itâs about what men can do for you.
he slapped your thigh, getting a silent scream from you.
âokay, fine ! your dad is very very very hot and very very very attractive. is that what you wanted to hear ?â you said in a mocking voice. âif it makes you feel better, your momâs is hot too.â you said, raising your eyebrows at him, a smile plastered on his face. his jaw falling more open at every word of yours.
he slowly got back, leaning on his chair, arms crossed. âoh really ?â âyeah really dumb ass.â
âwould you fuck loâak ?â he suddenly said, catching you off guard. âneteyam, what the fuck câmon now.â you replied, him still looking at you. âthatâs not a motherfucking answer thoâ weâre in a sassy men apocalypse.Â
âwhat the fuckâ you said, rolling your eyes. sighing, you said.
âno, i wouldnât, you can sleep peacefully.â âi bet yâall have already kissed, havenât you ?â
he laughed, joking only to be met with your widened eyes and worried face.
did loâak tell him something ? did he not understand the intention behind the kiss ?
neteyam was confused, until he connected the dots. his smile dropping instantly.
âYOU FUCKING KISSED MY BROTHER ?â he screamed, squealing off his chair.Â
âit wasnât like that !â you tried to explain, but he was already walking back and forth trough the kitchen his hands hugging his face laughing like a psycopath.
âi was starving myself because of you, and he just wanted to comfort me. thatâs it.â you said trying to defend yourself, but it was useless.
âwhy didnât you come to me then ?â âbecause you were quite literally the reason why i was starving myself in the first place.â even though you were joking, he felt his heart getting pinched by your words.
âyea, and did he also eat you out to relief the stress ?â he said in a joking tone, leaning over the fridge. oh he was so hot. he could be talking about his dead grandpa, and you would be fantasising about him unbuttoning your dress. he knew it.
âwhat, you jealous ?â you said chuckling. he walked to you, grabbing your jaw and making you skip a beat but not in a good way. âyeah, i am.â fuck me right now, fuck me sideways, fuck me upside down, please fuck me. was all was going though your mind.
âwell, itâs not gonna happen again, so donât even worry about it.â
âi hope so.â
you placed your empty plate in the sink, not feeling like washing it right now.
you plopped back on the table, neteyam placed between your legs, standing up.
he gently positioned his cold hands on your thighs, slowly tracing them to your back and shoulders, to then go back to your thighs. you had your arms on his shoulders, only looking at eachother. you hesitated, and placed a light kiss on his mouth. and another, and another.
the sweet kisses, turned into a makeout. tongues latched, his hands on your back, your hands circling his waist. he was your babygirl, because what the fuck.
you accidentally moaned in his mouth, and without any type of hesitation, he pulled you up, your legs tangling his waist, hands placed firmly on your ass to hold you.Â
whatever aoânung did, he could do better.Â
you walked back to the living room, not noticing that someone turned the light on.
neteyam flashed his eyes as open as he could, and you immediately looked back to see what he was looking at. your heart instantly dropped to your stomach.
âOH, FUCK.â neteyam screamed, making you slide down, a hand still on your waist. you kind of protected yourself behind neteyamâs back, noticing the angry look on neytiriâs face, but the angry look on jakeâs face was filled with so much proudness that it looked almost.
âNETEYAM TE SULI TSYEYKâITAN.â neytiri screamed, neteyam felt his skin form goosebumps, swallowing heavily and heart thudding so fast he wa almost scared it was going to tip out of his chest. jake didnât take much time to notice, he was bare chested, hickeys trailing a way in his chest, pants slightly down, his underwearâs elastic band showing. you were wearing his shirt, and apparently⌠his boxers too ?
jake has never felt so damn proud. but neytiri was another story.
âyou are never going to see the light of the sun ever again.â neytiri hissed.
âmomâŚâ neteyam sighed trying to form phrases, but his brain was literally mush, his dick still hard from moments before.
âi donât want to hear it.â neytiri couldnât even look at him in the eyes. jake tried so hard to get that smirk off his face but how could he ?
âiâm sorry, iâll just go.â you suddenly said, neytiri and jake looking at you. you walked to the door, neteyamâs hand leaving your waist. you got out, and giggled your way to the tent. you did it. you and neteyam. you were one thing now. he finally admitted everything. you could deal with neytiriâs anger later, because now you couldnât think about anything that wasnât neteyam.
aoânung noticed. he wasnât seated much far from jakeâs and neytiriâs pod. he was looking for you to talk, since he couldnât sleep. he would always come to you. you were his only comfort.
you drew stars around his scars. but as soon as he noticed you walking to your pod, wearing his shirt with his boxers underneath, he felt his heart shatter.
his scars got deeper. he stood there not knowing what to do.
âcan i⌠likeâŚâ neteyam tried to ask his father. he couldnât lock his eyes with jakeâs being too embarrassed about being caught in such a moment. fuck, he thought to himself. you walked back to your pod, in his underpants which hugged your ass so well, you didnât even cover up. he sighed.
jake neared his ear.
âhurry the fuck up.â he said, sneaking a wink at him with a smile on his face.
neteyam immediately ran off to catch you. he ran a bit, and when he found you, he picked you up throwing you over his shoulder. you giggled, letting him carry you to the pod.
a wet cold scar traced aoânungâs face, a tear threatening to fall off his chin.
final notes : lmao ik this is kind of short but iâll try to compensate with some heavy begging sub neteyam smut in the next chapter ;) bye !
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