#neteyam Sully fluff

[oneheda]

hello !! may i ask a neteyam fic wherein nete has been trying to win the reader's (s/o) affection again for days and reader just saying "hmp" or ignoring him because of something that he did that made her feel upset :-P silly && comfort pls! :3c

THE RISK. | ➶ neteyam sully

── .✦ a: ONE-SHOT

w.c: 3.9k

pairing: neteyam x fem!na’vi!reader (aged up characters for plot purposes!)

story description: ever since olo'eyktan training cruelly took away a significant amount of time with you, neteyam has been desperately trying to win back your warmth and affection after he’s met with cold steel from your hurt. his longing for your touch and care only deepened from within as time and your silent resentment—a reflection of the quiet yearning that had you undoubtedly tethered to him—had kept you two apart.

contains: established relationship, slight angst that ends with silly fluff (lots!) <3, or otherwise known as hurt/comfort, teyam’ gifting you tons of flowers, him being obsessed with you, calling you yawne a lot, you guys’ chasing each other, falling into a river, being wet (oh.) and in love!!

warning(s): quite suggestive towards the end, but still very PG! 😏

a/n: omg this request is soooo cute and such an imaginable trope for neteyam, given that we all know if he stayed in omatikaya he’d be so busy training for olo’eyktan likeeee? i’ve read so many one-shots with the reader being mad at him before, and him making up for it, and i loved every single one. so, i’m so excited to try this one out in my writing style and mind! +while planning this i kept thinking about—what would you as his omatikayan lover be like? wouldn’t you be hesitant about falling too deep in love with him, knowing you’d miss his busy ahh sooo bad because he’s away like almost all the time? isn’t that risky? seriously, kudos to all those who take that risk IRL fr. ✊🏻

It started with flowers. Not just one or two, but a small, growing pile of them. Each time you turned around, there’d be another tucked behind your ear, balanced on your hammock, woven into a little bracelet left near your food.

Neteyam had been relentless in his attempts to win back your affection over the past few days. It wasn’t as though you didn’t love him because you did, with every fiber of your being. But you were still upset about the argument you’d had earlier in the week. The argument arose from the widening distance between you, a gap carved by the relentless demands of his role as the future Olo’eyktan. You nodded as he explained, telling him you understood—because you truly did. Every decision he made was for the good of the clan, for a future that included you, too. But understanding didn’t soften the ache in your chest. It didn’t quiet the longing for the moments that used to be yours alone.

You didn’t want to seem selfish, didn’t want to feel like a burden, like someone relegated to the edges of his life. But how could you not yearn for him when he was the very heart of your own?

You didn’t need grand gestures or impossible promised, just to feel like you mattered, like the bond you shared wasn’t something easily pushed aside. It wasn’t too much to hope for, was it? If it was, he shouldn’t have assured you that time would always find a way to make room for the two of you.

He shouldn’t have told you he could love you without limits.

Still, you weren’t angry, just quietly hurt. So, you let him sit with the weight of your silence for a little while longer, unsure if he truly understood how deeply you longed for his presence. If he cared, he would be honest. He would decide whether he could meet you where you stood or not.

And Neteyam, true to form, was determined to make the effort.

At communal dinner, he hovered like a shadow, his golden eyes constantly flicking toward you. You pretended not to notice, focusing instead on your food, the stars overhead, and occasionally the random crack in the floor. Anywhere but his face. Neteyam, however, was not easily giving in. With a deep breath, he reached over, gently prying your hands apart from where they were clasped in your lap. His large, warm palms enveloped yours, his thumbs brushing softly against your skin. You stiffened but didn’t pull away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of melting under his touch.

“Yawne (beloved),” he whispered, voice low enough that only you could hear over the chatter of the gathering. His brows knit together in concern. “Are you still upset? I’m sorry, okay? I’ll make it right. Just give me time for a few weeks.”

But your only response was a soft huff as you turned your attention to your plate. His ears drooped slightly, and his shoulders sagged, but he didn’t give up.

Neteyam had taken to foraging during his hunting trips, returning with blooms in every color he could find. Each one seemed chosen with care, as if he had combed through Pandora’s vast forest just to find the perfect match for you. This morning, you found a particularly delicate one—a deep blue petal with flecks of gold, so soft it felt like velvet—waiting for you beside your water. Its placement wasn’t accidental; he’d laid it carefully, as though it were a gift meant to soothe whatever rift had come between you.

“Do you like it?” His voice, deep and warm, came from behind you, startling you slightly.

You turned, fingers curling instinctively around the flower. He was leaning casually against a tree, his bow slung over his shoulder and his skin dappled in the soft morning light. He looked relaxed, but his twitching ears and the slight shift in his tail gave him away.

You rolled the flower between your fingers, trying not to let your heart leap at the sight of him. “It’s pretty.” Your voice was nonchalant, almost dismissive, but your gaze lingered on him for a moment too long.

He smiled, slow and knowing, but didn’t press further. Instead, he stepped closer, his shadow falling over you. “Pretty, huh?” he murmured, his tone teasing but soft. “Just pretty? I thought it was beautiful. Like you.”

You scoffed lightly, a weak attempt to mask the heat rising in your cheeks. “Is that what you’re doing now? Comparing me to flowers?”

Neteyam tilted his head, a playful glint in his golden eyes. “Only the rarest ones.” His voice dropped just slightly, and the way he looked at you made your stomach flip.

You tried to turn your attention back to the flower, but his presence was impossible to ignore. He crouched in front of you, his movements unhurried and fluid, and his hand reached out to tilt your chin up gently.

“You know,” he said, his voice softer now, “I don’t just bring these to make you smile. I bring them because I want you to know I think of you. Always. Even when I’m away.”

For once, you didn’t have a clever reply. And he smiled, small and boyish, as if your mere attention was like handing him all the stars in the sky. “You don’t have to say anything,” he whispered. “I already know.”

That night, during the clan’s celebration, you spotted him at the edge of the gathering. The music swelled, and instead of joining the other warriors in the dance, Neteyam was there, balancing precariously on a low branch. His arms flailed dramatically, as though he were imitating a bird taking flight.

You cocked an eyebrow and took a few slow steps toward him. “Is this what future Olo’eyktan training looks like? Because if it is, we’re doomed.”

He turned sharply at the sound of your voice, pretending to wobble before hopping down with an exaggerated flourish, landing directly in front of you. His grin was wide and unapologetic.

“I’m trying to make you laugh,” he admitted shamelessly, his amber eyes bright. “I’ve missed your laugh, yawne.”

You tried to hold firm, but when he clumsily twirled and struck a ridiculous pose, your laughter broke free. He straightened, a little victorious puff to his chest.

“There it is,” he teased gently, his chest still puffed out with mock pride. “I knew it was still in there.”

Your resolve cracked, but you still rolled your eyes for good measure. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re worth it,” he said without hesitation, so sincere and immediate that it caught you off guard. He extended his hand toward you, palm up to offer you a dance but he didn’t push. He just waited, his presence steady and patient.

“I’m still mad at you, you know,” you muttered, more for yourself than for him. You didn’t move, but your fingers tightened slightly around your forearms.

“I know,” he said gently, his voice low enough that only you could hear it over the celebration. “And I’ll keep earning back every bit of you until you’re not.”

For a moment, you hesitated, your heart warring with your pride. Slowly, your arms loosened, and though you didn’t take his hand, you let it rest there between you, a quiet truce in the making.

“Said you’d earn it back, huh?” The teasing tone in your voice had a sharp edge, and you couldn’t help the way it made his eyes sparkle with mischief. He tilted his head, a playful glint in his gaze, as if trying to predict your next move. “Then prove it.”

Without another word, you turned on your heel and dashed into the back of the forest, heart pounding with the rush of adrenaline. The sounds of the celebration faded behind you, replaced by the rustling of leaves beneath your feet. You couldn’t suppress the laugh that bubbled up from your chest as you glanced back over your shoulder. “Catch me if you can!”

His reaction was instant, his own laugh ringing out through the air as his long legs carried him quickly in pursuit. Neteyam’s voice came, warm with determination, but also with a clear, boyish excitement. “Oh, you know I will.”

You risked another glance behind you and saw him gaining, the playful smirk on his lips matching the wild spark in his eyes like a predator closing in on its prey. The challenge, the thrill. It was all there in his gaze.

You’d darted across the massive branch that spanned the glowing, bioluminescent river below. Your heart raced as you pushed yourself faster, the wind rushing past your ears, but it only made the sounds of your laughter spill out even louder.

It felt like freedom, like nothing in the world could touch you in this moment.

But just as you rounded a turn on the massive branch, his speed bested yours. Toned arms circled around your slim waist, pulling you back against him with such effortless power that it knocked the breath from your lungs. You gasped, his chest firm against your back, his body radiating warmth in the cool, humid air.

The glowing river far below shimmered with blues and greens, but the only thing you could focus on was him. Neteyam’s breath tickled your ear, unsteady from the chase but layered with soft, husky laughter that sent shivers racing down your spine.

“You’re not getting from me away that easily, yawne.” he murmured, his voice triumphant, teasing, as his arms held you close. His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer, and you swore you could feel every inch of him pressing against you. His heat, his scent, the way his hands seemed to burn through your skin.

Neteyam's breath brushed over your ear, warm and unstead, sending a hum of heat through your veins as the hairs on the back of your neck rose. You fought to steady yourself, but it was impossible. Your knees felt weak as a warmth blossomed in the pit of your stomach. It wasn’t just from the chase anymore. It was from the way he held you, so firmly, with the way his lips lingered so close to the curve of your neck so teasingly that left you dizzy in his hold. He chuckled once again as if hinting at the promise of laughter and surprises yet to come.

Before you could retort, before you could even think, he moved; both of you toppling sideways off the branch. You barely had time to gasp as he leapt, carrying you with him into the air. The drop lasted only seconds before you plunged into the river below, the cool water swallowing you both in a burst of bubbles and bioluminescent light.

You surfaced with a gasp, your laughter echoing across the glowing expanse as you pushed the wet strands of hair from your face. “Neteyam!” you exclaimed, half scolding, half incredulous.

He emerged just beside you, grinning like a mischievous child, his braids dripping water and his golden eyes sparkling. “You looked like you needed to cool off,” he teased, his voice thick with playful arrogance.

Well, you did need to cool off the hotness in your core… but this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind.

Without hesitation, you launched a spray of cool water at him, the droplets shimmering with the river’s glow as they scattered in radiant arcs. His reaction was instant; a burst of deep, joyful laughter that echoed through the humid air, rich and unrestrained. The playful challenge sparked an electric excitement between you, drawing you both into a frenzy of splashing and dodging. The world then began to blur into the glowing water and your shared laughter, a symphony of carefree chaos where nothing else mattered but this moment.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this alive, this carefree.

Eventually, your laughter guys laughter faded into breathless quiet. His eyes found yours, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to still. He moved closer, his face only inches from yours now, his wet skin glistening faintly in the river’s glow.

You let out a little laugh, your fingers finding it’s way on his chest, not sure whether to pull away or pull him closer. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

“I’m yours,” he corrected, his voice low and serious for just a moment as he stared deeply into your eyes, drowning in them as if they were the river instead. “And I’m never letting you go.”

Soon enough, Neteyam’s once-constant efforts seemed to slip away, fading into nothing more than fleeting memories. His presence, once a constant source of warmth, began to diminish with every passing day. The flowers he had once brought you—each one an offering of love and hope—became fewer and fewer, as if the color was draining from both the blooms and the moments you shared.

Once again, you understood and didn’t blame him, or at least told yourself. After all, your own responsibilities as a healer had grown burdensome, the increasing frequency of skirmishes and the unrelenting demand for resources leaving you with little time for anything else. Your days blurred into a haze of tending wounds and gathering herbs, each task an anchor that dragged you further from the quiet joys you once had even with yourself.

The strain of hunting weighed heavily on Neteyam too. Gone were the days when he would wander through Pandora’s vibrant forest, carefully selecting the most beautiful flowers to weave into thoughtful bouquets. Now, even the act of picking a single bloom seemed beyond his reach, a bittersweet reminder of the tenderness that had once come so effortlessly.

The communal dinners you had once savored together became strained, short-lived affairs. He would excuse himself early, his duties as the future Olo’eyktan demanding his attention, dragging him away before the last bite of food could even be tasted. He needed rest, they said, to prepare for the challenges ahead. And though you understood, the weight of his absence pressed heavier on your chest with every night he left, his absence a constant ache. The time you once had—those stolen moments of laughter, of closeness, of being seen—became rare, almost impossible to hold onto. The spaces between you grew longer, the silences more deafening.

You began to wonder if this was just how it had to be now. If love, no matter how deep, could survive when it was stretched thin by duty and distance. But fear began to creep in, insidious and unwelcome. It was twofold: the fear of losing Neteyam to the weight of his future, and the fear of losing yourself entirely to the relentless tide of duty.

It seemed that love or leisure took a backseat and only the ceaseless demands of survival drove up-front. Maybe, maybe, everything was silently nearing the end of you and him.

You missed him, so very much. But a part of you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of your pride or admit just how much you missed him. Perhaps you thought you were being unreasonable, that it shouldn’t hurt this much when he wasn’t around. So you turned away from him, convincing yourself that this distance was dignified, that it was better to seem indifferent than desperate.

Yet deep down, the fear gnawed at you. You were terrified of being too much, of clinging too tightly to the man destined to lead and maybe eventually leave you like he always did. Either due to the familiar duties or worse, death. If you moved closer, if you let yourself reach for him, you feared you wouldn’t be able to let go. And worse, you feared the day would come when you’d find yourself begging, pleading for him not to leave, not to hurt you ever again, and that would shatter you in a way you weren’t sure you could survive.

You awoke one day after he finally joined you in your hammock for the first time in many nights, and as expected, the warmth of his body pressed against yours was gone, leaving only the faintest memory, as fragile as dew kissed by the morning sun. Could it have been just a dream? The thought clawed at you. You hoped not, but the possibility felt plausible. After all, exhaustion had blurred the lines between reality and fantasy. Perhaps your sleep-deprived mind had conjured it all: the weight of his arms around you, the gentle press of his lips, the whispered words.

But just as the doubt began to settle, a soft rustle pulled your thoughts back to the present. The sound grew louder, and you turned your head to see the heart of the matter approaching your hammock once again. Neteyam.

The warrior, as if returning from a long combat, emerged from the soft morning light, his smile radiant and disarming, as if the very sight of you was the highlight of his day. In his hands, he held a woven pouch, bursting with herbs and dried flowers, their scents already filling the air between you.

“For your hammock,” he said, his voice warm and full of affection. He knelt in front of you, holding it out with both hands like an offering. “So that it smells like the forest… and not, you know.” His grin widened, boyish and unguarded, as if he couldn’t help but tease you just a little.

You blinked at him, surprised. “Did you… make this?”

“Of course,” he said proudly, a light laugh escaping his lips. “Well, okay, I asked Grandmother for help. But I picked the flowers myself. Only the best ones, paskalin (sweet berry).”

You brought the pouch to your nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was a perfect blend of calming herbs, delicate flowers, and something distinctly him—earthy, grounding, and utterly familiar.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. For once, you didn’t try to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “But it’s so early. How’d you find the time?”

Neteyam’s eyes softened as he looked at you, and he reached out, brushing his fingers gently against yours. “Yawne,” he began, his voice steady and full of conviction, “I will always find time for you. Even when I’m busy, even when it feels like the world is pulling us in every direction, you are the first thing on my mind. And I pray you never have to wait so long for me again.”

Before you could respond, he leaned closer, his smile deepening. “It’s always going to be me at the end of the line, no matter what. Remember that for me, please?”

And as if he knew what you had been thinking, his words hit you like a wave, sweeping away most of your doubt like it always did. Before it inevitably crept back in, of course. Yet something entirely else stirred within you as Neteyam leaned in closer. His proximity was disarming, his golden eyes holding you unexpectedly captive. His scent, warm and woodsy, wrapped around you like a second skin, and the sight of him this close—lips parted slightly, his sharp jawline catching the soft morning light—sent a shiver down your spine.

You nodded slowly, but it was more out of reflex than control. Your hands tightened around the woven pouch, clutching it as though it could tether you to reality, though your mind was already spinning. Your breath hitched, heart thundering in your chest as you couldn’t ignore how weak you felt under his gaze, knees threatening to buckle even though you were sitting.

He tilted his head, studying you with a faint smile tugging at his lips, so achingly handsome that it sent heat rushing through your cheeks.

“Yawne,” he murmured softly, his voice like a caress, “Are you alright?”

Your throat felt dry, and you cursed your inability to speak. You could feel the burn low in your core, an ache you didn’t know how to soothe, and you prayed he didn’t notice the flush creeping up your neck. But the way his eyes flickered over you—intently, as though he could read every thought you didn’t dare say aloud—made you wonder if he already knew.

“I, uh… I’m fine,” you managed to whisper, though your voice wavered, betraying you. But you summoned a smile for his grace, despite it all, “Thank you, Ma’ Teyam. For this, for everything.”

“Always welcome.” His smile grew, softer now, but laced with that teasing edge he reserved just for you. “Are you sure you’re alright?” His tone was light, but his hand reached out, fingers brushing against the side of your hip down to your thigh. The simple contact made you feel as though your whole body was alight. It was maddening how much power he held over you, how even a fleeting touch could leave you unraveling. You wanted to look away, to collect yourself, but the way he was looking at you—with that intoxicating mix of love and desire—had you rooted to the spot.

“Because,” he added, leaning in just enough for his breath to ghost across your lips, “you look like you’re about to fall apart. And, paskalin, I’m not sure if I should hold you… or let you crumble, just so I can pick up every piece.”

His words sent your mind spinning, and you realized then that you weren’t sure whether you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. All you knew was that the heat of him, the weight of his gaze, was utterly consuming, and despite yourself, you wanted to burn.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Instantly, you demanded, “Pick me up. Bring me to your tent.”

There was no hesitation, no need for clarification. He knew exactly what you were asking, and it sent a flicker of something dangerous and thrilling through his golden eyes. His lips curved into a knowing smile, one that made your stomach flutter and your breath catch in your throat.

Without a word, Neteyam scooped you up effortlessly, his hands firm against your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. The ease with which he held you made you feel small and completely at his mercy, and it only heightened the ache that had been building inside you for far too long.

“Missed me that much, huh?” he murmured, his voice a low, velvety tease as his forehead brushed against yours. The warmth of his breath danced across your skin, igniting every nerve as you struggled to keep your composure. “Almost thought you’d never ask…”

Your fingers threaded into his braids, pulling him just a little closer, your lips barely a breath apart. “Don’t make me regret this, ‘Teyam,” you whispered, though the tremor in your voice betrayed the longing you’d been trying to keep hidden.

“Regret?” He chuckled, a sound so rich and full it made your head spin. “Yawne, you’re about to remember why you never could.”

He carried you swiftly, his steps purposeful as the tension between you crackled like the air before a storm. Every glance he stole, every squeeze of his hands against you, eventually ended with a peck on your lips. And by the time he reached his tent, Neteyam set you down carefully, his eyes burning into yours with an intensity that stole your breath.

His thumb brushed along your cheek, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent chills down your spine. “Loving me might be dangerous, syulang (flower),” he said, his lips ghosting against yours, “but you’re the bravest thing I’ve ever known.”

And in that instant, you knew. You were going to fall for the risk of wanting him as long as you wake, no matter how perilous the drop.

AHHHH thank you for reading!! once again—likes, comments and reblogs are very deeply appreciated. 💞💞

i was wondering, should i have made them kiss? but then i was like nahhhhhhhhhh. i like how the story points to how love can be shown beyond just mere physicality (even if it gets suggestive at some point). it’s cute, don’t you think??

ANYWAYSS, i hope you guys enjoyed and thank you so much @aamircoeur for the request! i’ve definitely gotten a few in the mailbox lately & i’d love for more because i’m on a looooong vacation so i would love to write while i’m free!! if you have any ideas (esp your craziest / complicated ones as long as it’s PG) send em right up! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[moonlightsolo]

can you write neteyam and human reader you’re exploring in the forest and ends up losing you and when he finds you after searching for a long time you’re actually having so much fun gathering things and running around and it’s all cute and protective! ^.^

i looove nete n human reader it’s my weakness … i hope u like this!!!

“nete! c’mon!” you call out to your boyfriend as you run amongst the trees. you giggle as you leap over a fallen log in one fluid motion, somehow landing on your feet over the other side.

“hey!” your boyfriends accented voice cackles from behind you, but your feet refuse to relent. obviously, if he really wanted to catch up to you, he would. his long legs give him the advantage. your head dodges branches, and vines, and your legs hop over rocks as you sprint through the foliage.

something bright catches your eyes next to your swift feet, stopping you in your tracks. you’re finally able to take a deep breath as you slowly backtrack. right at the base of a tree trunk, three bright pink flowers sit buried in the dirt, rustling slightly in the wind.

a fwäkìwll; a mantis orchid.

the huffing and puffing boy catches up to you, his usual unruly braids are secured behind his head. with two that must’ve escaped that frame his face perfectly, “you’re nuts, you know that?” he laughs breathlessly.

“look!” you bend down to examine the flora, admiring the softness of the petals, “oh my, it’s so beautiful.”

neteyam can’t help but giggle at how you gawk over a simple little plant. something he’ll never understand, but he will always appreciate your fascination.

your hands reach into the small bag slung across your body to pull out a notebook, flipping to an empty page to sketch a rough draft of the flowers.

his large four-fingered hand rests on the top of your head to softly rustle your hair, pressing his fingers into your skin to slightly massage your scalp. your head angles up to look at him, smiling wide at your boy before stuffing your head back into your book.

your pencil scratches satisfyingly against the lined paper; instinctively bringing your lip between your teeth as you focus.

“i’ll be right back, okay? stay here, my love.” neteyam pats your head as you nod, but truly his words went in one ear and out the other. it was something about him leaving, but your attention is taken up by the flower.

once you have a few key points labeled on your little picture, you finally close the book. your eyes dart around to seek out the blue skin of your na’vi boyfriend, but something else catches your eye.

behind a wide tree trunk in the distance, you see the edge of a plant. the loreyu; also known as the helicoradian!! you excitedly spring to your feet, and creep toward the giant plant. ducking under thick vines and swatting at buzzing bugs.

on the way there, you stumble upon a small stream that has glittering rocks and gems under the water. obviously, you can’t help but snag a few and store them in your bag— but you can’t let yourself get too off track, so you continue forward.

the salmon-colored spiraled plant is almost twenty feet high, which is ginormous compared to your tiny human body. as you grow closer, you realize the one loreyu is surrounded by clusters of smaller and even bigger ones.

“oh my god.” you breathe out in shock as you carefully weave between the helicoradia; already having the knowledge that if they’re merely brushed against, they’ll retract into the ground.

you mindfully sink to your knees, folding your legs underneath your body as you lean back on your heels. you unlatch the notebook from being pressed against your chest, flipping through the used pages to find the one you’re looking for.

you’ve already observed this plant elsewhere in the forest, so theres a few notes and drawings written down already. you decide to perfect the previous drawing you have in the middle of your page, even sketching a close-up of the edge of the leaf.

you tuck your pencil into the crease of the book before closing it and sliding it back into the safety of your bag. you glance up into the sky, but you can barely make out the blue color from the plants that tower over you.

it’s so serene and peaceful; you’re hidden amongst these intimidating plants that are five times the size of you. it seems like nothing could ever hurt you, as if you’re shielded from the unforgiving environment of pandora.

you carefully lay down against the grassy soil. once your back hits the warm ground, you suck in a deep breath— mentally wishing you could breathe their air to be able to smell the fresh dirt.

although the oxygen mask is your key to survive, it’s also so suffocating. one of the biggest problems it gives you is that you’re unable to kiss neteyam whenever you want. only able to get inside the privacy of your room in the scientists shack, but even he needs his own mask.

wait, neteyam. where is neteyam?!

you abruptly sit up in your spot, suddenly feeling as if you’re claustrophobic from the menancing plants that surround you in every which way. oh god, you’re gonna throw up. your feet scramble to stand as you panic, causing your shoulder to brush against the tendrils of the plant.

with a pop, it sucks itself into the ground. the movement creates a chain reaction that triggers the entire field to recoil into the dirt. you watch as each plant disappears, waiting until the area clears entirely. everything around you looks the same, and absolutely nothing looks familiar.

something firm grasps your upper body from behind, strongly spinning you around to face them.

your frozen expression is met with wide, worried eyes that belong to neteyam, “what are you doing?!? where were you?” he lectures as arms tug you tightly into his chest. he briefly embraces you before pulling away just as fast to stare back down at you.

“i told you to stay where you were! why did you walk away?” his voice cracks from his raw emotion, his honey-colored eyes dart frantically over your face.

“i’m—i’m sorry, i- i didn’t realize i walked so far away… i was just taking notes and… drawing.” your voice stumbles over itself.

his shoulders drop slightly from your anxious voice, his eyes watch how your quickened breath slightly fogs the glass of your mask.

coldness washes over his body when he realizes just how harsh he sounds and the points of his ears droop from his realization, “you scared me. i thought i lost you.” his sharp voice has softened and his tight grip loosens on your shoulders.

you take a step forward to stand in between his feet to wrap yourself around his body, smooshing yourself into the warm skin just above his navel. “i’m sorry i won’t do it again.” you whimper out, your apology slightly muffled.

his hand soothingly cradles the back of your head as he holds you against him, “don’t be sorry.” he tsks, “it’s my fault. i shouldn’t have left you.”

your head angles up to gaze at him, giving him a soft downturned smile, “well, i should’ve listened to what you were saying.”

“s’okay. you’re with me now, that’s all that matters.” his fingers toy with the elastic band of your oxygen mask, itching to rip it off and kiss you; but he knows that he can’t.

“oh! i uh- i found some crystals! i think you can use them for your clothing and your hair beads, ‘n stuff.. do you wanna see?” your hand wiggles your bag persuadingly with an excited grin.

neteyam stares down at you in awe and nods his head, “‘course i wanna see, ma yawntu. show me.” he nudges his nose in the air for you to continue.

your hands rummage through the weaved sack on your hip, pushing past your notebook to the little bag at the bottom filled with the rocks. you pluck it out to dump the contents into your palm, admiring how the multi-colored crystals sparkle under the sunlight.

“those are perfect. i must make you some jewelry out of them.” his eyes brighten from the idea, “what would you like? a necklace or somethin’ else?” one of his fingertips roll the rocks in your palm to examine them, careful not to push them off into the grass.

“really? you‘re gonna make me something?” your voice sounds surprised, which is shocking to him. of course, he is going to make you something; you’re his mate, his muntxate.

when he first courted you, he gifted you a handmade bracelet — which you’re currently still wearing and have no plans to take it off, and the weaved bag that never leaves your side.

“yes, for you, silly. who else would i make jewelry for?” neteyam rolls his eyes at you playfully, a sneaky smirk crawling it’s way onto his lips.

your eyes flit over his face, still surprised, even after all this time, that you’ve bagged yourself a tall, gorgeous, blue alien. something comes over your body, a sudden rush of adrenaline as you suck in a deep breath of your oxygen to hold your breath.

confusion twists over neteyams features as your hand grips the lower part of your mask to push it over the top of your head, “what are you-?” his question is cut off by your hands reaching up to grip the edge of his waist adornment to tug him down to you.

he happily obliges with a pearly grin, ducking his head down to your height to urgently pull you into a kiss. you smile when his lips move against yours and his hand presses into the small of your back to lean your body slightly backwards.

even though kissing him is a rare occasion in itself, it still feels like the first time— every. single. time.

his tail curls around his back to wrap around your upper thigh to hold your body in place, as if his hands aren’t strong enough to do so by themselves.

neteyam reluctantly pulls back, staring down to admire your beauty without something separating him from you. his hand sits heavy on your neck with his fingers curled up under your jaw. his thumb swipes down the bridge of your nose, and over your plump lips before pulling the mask back over your face.

your human features are so soft, and delicate; he can’t help but touch you without your mask whenever he gets the chance.

once the mask is firmly fitted over your face you suck in, a definitely needed, sharp breath. your chest expands as your lungs inhale the air, giving neteyam a small sad smile. “i love you.” you whisper once you’re finally able to talk.

neteyam’s face lights up from those three words, his lanky arms wrap around your tiny frame to lift you into the air to his height. it’s nothing new to express your love to each other, but whenever he hears those words it feels surreal to him.

the sudden change in height makes you squeal, and wrap your arms around his neck for support, “i love you.” he replies and presses his forehead to the glass, which you instantly lean forward into.

“let’s head back to camp. we can get some food, and just hide in your room and do nothing for the rest of the day?” he offers as he lowers you back down to the ground.

when your feet hit the softness of the grass, your hand reaches out to grab his. neteyam’s fingers practically engulf yours, so you decide to hold onto him the best you can.

“sounds like the best idea you’ve had all day.” your voice hums with a content grin.

neteyam gives you a little nod, before looking around to see which way he should go. he begins to walk to lead you back to his ikran, mindful to go slow since his legs are much longer than yours.

but not without his tail wrapping protectively around your leg. this time, he’ll make sure you won’t stray away from his side, not even a little bit...

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stop this is so cute i’m in love w this 😭

[fleurriee]

— the one ; neteyam sully

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!reader

synopsis ; neteyam was beginning to court you, much to your elation. each time he showed you how much you meant to him, you only fell more in love with him.

word count ; 10.3k (we don’t talk about it)

themes ; fluff, soon-to-be mates

warnings ; tooth-rotting fluff, vv brief mentions of worrying over someone’s well-being, uses of y/n.

author’s note ; i can’t tell if this got slightly worse as it neared the end but we’re just gonna leave it bc i do like it. i mean, who doesn’t like the idea of neteyam courting them??? also, this is my longest fic yet & it wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near this long but i just got carried away bc i love neteyam so much. sue me. 

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For a short while now, yourself and Neteyam were in the courting process of your relationship.

It wasn’t too long ago when the male Na’vi asked your permission to do so, along with your parents’, and the thought always caused butterflies to roam in your stomach, no matter how much time passed in between. Neteyam was the perfect Na’vi - a mighty warrior, a caring gentleman, someone who knew how to properly lead, something that would one day aid him when he took over as Olo’eyktan. 

So, in short, you simply couldn’t believe your luck when he asked you.

You could argue that you saw it coming with the way he always sought you out in a crowd, the gentle smiles he sent in your direction, but you’d be lying to yourself. Having Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan choose you to be his mate was something you never would have imagined possible in your wildest dreams. Of course, it was something you did imagine - you were pretty sure every other Na’vi your age did, too - but to have it play out in front of your very eyes was a whole different experience.

His family were welcoming, too, letting you safe in their warm embrace and treating you like one of their own - because you would be, someday soon. Neteyam’s family and your own got on well which was a huge relief to the both of you, making his progress just slightly easier. 

His aforementioned progress in courting you was something that caused a blush to rise on your cheeks, filling you to the brim with elation. Each time you saw him, you were sure you were close to combusting; each time he spoke, you were sure your heart was close to melting. Everything about Neteyam was godly, otherworldly... how in Ewya had you managed to get him to choose you as a mate?

You were forced out of your jumbled, overthinking thoughts when Tuk let out a loud gasp. The young girl was situated in front of you, comfortably placed on top of your crossed legs, twiddling away at the carved wooden toys her eldest brother had gifted her a while ago. She had come to you earlier, asking you to braid her hair with some of the beads she had recently collected with her sister, Kiri. Of course, you couldn’t say no to her - you were sure Tuk could ask anything of you, no matter the circumstance, and you’d still say yes. It was those big eyes looking up at you, all pure and innocent of the dangers surrounding them with the war brewing nearby. You’d do anything to shield her away from that.

When Tuk gasped, for a split second, you thought you’d hurt her. Your eyes were frantic as you looked over her figure, but then another sound pierced through the atmosphere - a horn. Following Tuk’s line of sight, that’s when you spotted the group of ikran’s beginning to descend back into camp, chants from the warriors filling the air with their victory. 

That meant Neteyam was back, too.

Lightly brushing back Tuk’s hair, the braids practically finished, you patted her back to ensure her she was okay to run over to her returning family. She doesn’t even pay you any mind and you laugh at her reaction, watching as she screams out in exclamation, her feet rushing over to where you watch her parents descend. 

Standing up from the ground, you jump down from where you were seated, landing softly and jogging over, following after Tuk. The idea of seeing Neteyam again - even though it hadn’t been that long since you last saw one another - had you full to the brim with excitement. He was your future mate - it was practically your job to feel like this at the prospect of seeing him, even if you had only been away for a short period of time.

But, when your eyes finally land on who you were looking for, the smile drops from your face and replaces itself with worried features. Just a couple of steps away, you watch as Jake stands in front of his two sons, his back clearly showing off his agitation. You don’t hear what they’re saying, but you can tell it’s nothing good - both Neteyam and Lo’ak have their heads hung low, ashamed at the obvious lecture they were receiving from their father.

At the sight, you can’t help the way your heart aches for the two boys. Since Neteyam had started to court you, you had spent a lot of time with his family, meaning you got to know each of them pretty well, including Lo’ak. You got on with him great, despite your stark differences in personality, but you could tell everything he did was just to live up to the shadow of both his father and older brother. He just wanted to be like them.

And, Neteyam - he was always the protector, whether it was for his parents, his siblings, for you. If Lo’ak had done something reckless and dangerous, you knew Neteyam wouldn’t have been too far behind him, watching his every move and ensuring his younger brother’s safety. It was both a strength and a weakness of his.

Your eyes scrape over your future mate, checking every inch of his body until you spot a cut at his side that he’s trying to hide from everyone else’s view. It’s clear no one else has spotted it, or else you were sure they would’ve sent him straight to a healer to get it treated. Thankfully, the wound didn’t look too bad, but you could tell it was hurting him - from the signs of him fidgeting from foot to foot, keeping his hand pressed firmly against his side in a weak attempt to dull the pain, his eyes frantically searching about the place to find an opening of escape.

You know him too well.

That’s when your eyes meet, and if it wasn’t for the worry currently eating away at your very being, it would’ve felt as though the whole of Pandora stopped around you, just the two of you in a world of your own. That’s how it always felt around Neteyam, and knowing you had more of this to look forward to for the rest of your lives was enchanting.

In a bid to reassure your future mate, you send him over a soft smile, one full of care and admittance. A small nod of your head accompanied it, too, ensuring him that you would be there for him when he was finished with his father. You understand the weight bearing down upon his shoulders after the several times he would open himself up to you, and you’d be damned if you let him drown. No matter the circumstance, no matter the cost, you’d make it your life’s mission to pull him out when he started to struggle.

A tense smile in return is your only response, another subtle nod of his head with it, too, but you can see the way his body moves stiffly, as if afraid of more reprimand, as if hurting. His eyes held all the love and adoration he had for you like they always did, and seeing such a sight made you feel a little calmer about the situation.

Neither yourself nor Neteyam were conspicuous in your looks towards one another, it seemed, for Jake immediately noticed the way his eldest son’s attention was snagged somewhere else. He watched as Neteyam’s ears twitched a little, tail perking up from its once ashamed downturn, a smidge of light coming back to his eyes. It was obvious what the cause of such a demeanour was, and when he turned his head to look behind himself and found you, standing your weight from one foot to the another, fingers mindlessly playing together in a bid to calm your nerves and tail swishing in anticipation, he was proved correct. 

He sighed deeply, turning back around and talking to Neteyam, words being shared that you couldn’t hear, but as he gestured over to you, you stood straighter as you realised he was dismissing his son. The young Na’vi in question doesn’t move quickly, something you can decipher from his wounded side he continued to clutch away from any possible prying eyes, but he does move eagerly, wanting to get over to you as soon as he can.

Not even ten steps between the two of you, and your feet are moving of their own accord, hurrying closer to his figure. You reach your arms out to him, hands grasping against his arms with care to help steer him in the direction of a healing tent. Your eyes wonder seamlessly back down to his wound, looking over every inch of it to ensure it’s not entirely life-threatening. In conclusion that it isn’t, a small breath of relief escapes your lips, shaking your head - still, it looks painful.

Looking back up at him, your eyes filter from one of his to the other in a bid to garner his full attention whilst the two of you continue walking. “Are you okay?” you question, your voice coming out breathy. 

“It is fine.” His words are short and sharp, and if it wasn’t for the piercing wound aching at his side, you’d assume he was mad at you. But, that obviously wasn’t the case - Neteyam rarely got angry, and if he did, he swore it’d never be at you.

You scoff before you can decipher your own response, eyes trailing back down. “It doesn’t look fine.” When he doesn’t say anything in return, you look back up at him, finding his gaze already trained on you, a small, graceful smile painting at his lips. It makes your heart flutter, knowing that such a rare beauty is entirely for you. Trying to bite back the reciprocating smile desperate to show itself, you shake your head at your future mate and his antics, wanting to stay annoyed at him for once again throwing himself in harm’s way for the sake of others. But, when he looks at you like that, you find it difficult to do anything.

The healing tent you had intended to take him into finally appeared in front of you, sounds of chatter and winces coming through to your ears from inside. You weren’t a fan of such places due to the pain and misery it brought the people of your clan, but as the mate of the future Olo’eyktan, you knew you’d eventually have to suck it up and put on a brave face for those around you. You’d be spending more time in there than you’d like to admit.

Bringing your arm up and leaving the other one clasped tightly around Neteyam’s bicep, you go move the tent flap away, but another beats you to it. Despite the obvious pain he’s in, Neteyam reaches out, opening the entrance up for you and gestures you in. You stop in your tracks, looking over at him pointedly, but he doesn’t acknowledge the way your eyes reprimand him - even when in agony, he’s still adamant to be a good future mate in courtship.

You sigh, almost a little agitated that he still felt the need to prove himself to you, even when your heart beats rapidly in your chest at such a domestic gesture, the determination of Neteyam Sully peaking through his pained actions. As you step inside, you feel him grab a hold of your hand from behind you, his warm and callous skin juxtaposing against one another, but have you shivering in affection all the same. He allows you to guide him through the tent, weaving around those moving hurriedly to others sitting and waiting for their treatment, before you finally find a somewhat-secluded area towards the back.

With his hand still firmly in your grip, you turn to him, moving your other one around his bicep again and begin helping the both of you steadily to the ground, each of you guiding the other with delicacy. You didn’t want Neteyam to be in more pain than he already was, and Neteyam always treated you like you were fragile glass - something that didn’t bother you, although you have had others say it would bother them, but you paid no mind to them.

Once the two of you were as comfortable as you could be in a tent crowded with other injured people, sat cross-legged and facing one another, you gently pried his hand that had continued to cover the wound in his side. You were slow with your movements, sending him a look of reassurance that you would be tender. He winced slightly when the cool breeze smacked so suddenly against the now-rough skin, his head hanging low and shaking from side to side to tell himself that the pain was nothing. Neteyam never did like to come across as weak - especially in front of you.

You can’t help the way your eyes narrow up at him, a frown on your lips. “I wish you were more careful...” your voice is barely a whisper, not wanting anyone else to hear in on your conversation. With thoughtful touches, you begin to clean away at the wound, wanting to make sure the blood is washed away and nothing made its way in that could make it worse. 

“I am always careful.” There’s another wince, another strain when he speaks, the sensation of your fingers against his skin both sending delightful shivers down his spine and causing his tail to stand on end from the pain.

Stopping in your movement, you sit up in front of him, watching as he slowly lifts his head once he realises you’ve paused. “This,” you say, pointing directly to his wound, “says otherwise.”

Neteyam doesn’t say anything as you immediately go back to your previous work of cleaning him, knowing that whatever he says will only be argued with a firm answer you no doubt have ready to fire at him. He understands you, though, because if the situation was switched and you were in his position, he knows his head wouldn’t be in the right frame of mind, either. Neteyam would be imagining different scenarios where you’d ended up worse, more injured, or even... If he didn’t like to think about it, he couldn’t imagine the feeling of going through it, and you did, every time he went out with the war party. You didn’t know what condition he was going to be coming back to you in... you didn’t know if he was going to be coming back.

Neteyam understood.

So, rather than biting back, the Na’vi instead smiled down at your working figure, pure love shining bright in his eyes as he watched your concentration prevail through your hurried movements, your gentle fingers, your narrowed eyes. Everything about you was so beautiful to Neteyam, even when you were surrounded in a crowded room by others who didn’t deserve to witness such a sight. He couldn’t believe his luck of getting to call you his own.

While you work, moving one of your hands back in the direction of his wound, you feel it get snatched away. You look up at Neteyam, about to tell him off for not letting you work, when you watch him place a firm, tender kiss against your knuckles, his eyes never once leaving your own. 

You can feel yourself blush profusely at his actions, tilting your head to the side subconsciously as he only smirks at your reaction - he always knew the best ways to get you right in the palm of his hands. Instead of previously wanting to reprimand him, your words are but a murmur when you speak, eyes continuously flickering from his eyes to somewhere behind him in order to distract yourself. “I’m trying to concentrate, ‘teyam.”

His heart is full, ready to burst, when he hears your nickname for him, something he loves from only a select few people, with you being right at the top. Keeping your hand in his own, his thumb beginning to run smoothly where he kissed you against your knuckles, he chuckles at your attempt to stay focused. “I know,” he nods lightly, eyes bright and fangs pointed in bliss. “That’s why I kissed you - you look adorable when you concentrate.” 

As soon as the words left his lips, your head sharply snapped back over to him, irises blown wide, ears high upon your head and tail curling in on itself from the compliment. No matter how many times he’d talk to you in such a way, or did certain things that made you feel all mushy inside, it’d always gain the same reaction from you. And, he loved it. 

You plaster on a playfully annoyed expression, trying to fight the smile dancing at your lips. Chuckling, you shake your head. “Do you want me to help you, or not?”

He laughs, breathless, tongue flicking out and running along his fangs as his eyes make a point of looking over every inch of your figure. It makes you cower in on yourself, and this time, you allow your lips to curve at the edges. Neteyam doesn’t say anything in return, just shrugs mindlessly like he hadn’t been internally torturing you beforehand, letting you get back on with healing your future mate. 

Not once does he move his gaze away from such a beautiful sight.

Your hands moved in a hurried motion, eagerness and anticipation beginning to eat away at you. You moved from one side of your tent to the other, the empty space allowing you to rush around without having to worry about bumping into or getting on your parent’s nerves. The both of them would be out all day - your mother spending the day with the younger Na’vi in your clan, and your father helping out with training the soon-to-be warriors. 

With the day ahead seeming so empty, you had decided to take it upon yourself to go out into the vast forests of Pandora and collect some fruit for your family. Foraging was something you always enjoyed, ever since your mother took you out for the first time. There was something about just carelessly exploring the lush greenery whilst stumbling upon something new - it brought you happiness and peacefulness. 

Of course, you couldn’t go out there unprotected, making sure to stop by your mat where you kept your bow and arrows and tying them around yourself. Going out into the forest alone wasn’t uncommon, but it was something the clan didn’t like to do often. However, you did - just for the tranquillity of being alone for a little while when you were constantly surrounded by the hustle and bustle of so many people at once. You knew there was always going to be a chance of you running into something dangerous whilst you were out there, so, to calm the nerves of your friends and family after finding out about your little lonesome adventures, you assured them you’d always take a weapon with you.

Sighing, you stood tall, looking around your tent then to your body, making sure you were definitely prepared before setting off for the day. You looped your mother’s empty basket through one arm, hoping to be full to the brim with an array of fruits by the time you returned in a few hours, your bow was tucked over your neck and hanging against your shoulders, and your arrows were placed firmly upon your back, ready for their use. You just hoped you wouldn’t have to resort to using them.

With a nod of your head, you turn around, beginning to walk out the entrance of your tent. You kept your eyes trained to the floor, hanging your head low so as not to bump it against anything and have an embarrassing story to talk about later on, when you ended up bumping your entire body into something anyway.

You gasped in surprise at the sudden sensation, the solid material in front of you hitting against you fairly harshly. Stumbling on your feet, you were sure you would’ve fallen down like a sack, but your saving grace came in the form of two hands, gentle yet rough in texture, catching onto your upper arms, wrapping their fingers against your biceps. 

Looking up, you spotted Neteyam. The morning sun hit against his back, painting him in an ethereal glow, and you swore you had never seen anything so glorious in all your life on Pandora. He had a cheeky smile on his lips, eyes roving over your features, his hands still holding tightly onto you - he knew you were steady on your feet now, but he simply didn’t want to let you go.

When you made eye contact with Neteyam, you were so entranced, you couldn’t look away. The way his eyes caught against the light began to suck you in until you were his entirely, no one and nothing else mattered in the world because Neteyam was right here, looking at you. The close proximity between the two of you made the heat rise against your cheeks, painting you in a darker blue, but your eyes never strayed from his. How could you, when he looked like this? You could feel his breath fan against your face, the feeling sending shivers to your skin.

“Hi,” he said, voice low and teasing, that stupid smile never once leaving his lips as he looked down at you like you were some sort of prey and he the predator. 

“Hi,” you whispered, voice sultry and soft, struggling to find the correct words to say to him due to your stuttering heart and how close you were, feeling every slight move he made against your own body. “What are you doing here?” You were happy to see him, but confused by his presence - you knew he had training with his father early that morning (part of the reason why you decided to go out), and if he was here with you now, you were sure he was going to end up being late, something Neteyam did once in a blue moon. 

He shrugged carelessly, like he didn’t have a care in the world. “I wanted to say good morning.”

You look up at him expectantly, waiting, but when he only continued to look at you adoringly, you narrow your eyes in confusion. “Are you going to say it...?” Your words are still a whisper, but this time, there’s a teasing lilt to them as you watch his smile grow wider when he realises his mistake.

Neteyam began to laugh at your sudden cheekiness, something you didn’t do often but he absolutely cherished, silently wishing to himself that you did it more. Maybe he’d just have to do things like this a little more. “Good morning, yawne (beloved).” As he spoke, he leant down towards you, giving your cheek a feather-light kiss, you had to run the sensation over in your mind again. When he pulled back, you couldn’t hold his eye contact, too flustered to look up at him, knowing that if you did, your cheeks would only continue to darken from their original colour. Neteyam found it endearing, smile so bright his fangs were pointing out, before eventually spotting your attire. “Going hunting?”

“Foraging,” you corrected him, lifting the basket higher on your arms to accentuate your point. Your heart finally finds the confidence to look up into his intense gaze, swelling with both care and devotion. “I need to get some more fruits.”

At your admittance, Neteyam’s entire demeanour lights up at an opportunity beginning to present itself right in front of his very eyes - his ears stand high upon his head, eyes shining and tail elevated, anticipation peeking through his system. “I can get them for you if you want.”

You swoon at his eagerness to help you, the domestic part of Neteyam showing itself off to you. If it were any other time, you would’ve gladly took him up on the offer, loving the idea of spending more time with him despite truly believing your heart would explode if he continued to look at you like you were Ewya herself. But, you knew Neteyam was important to your clan, even before he was to become Olo’eyktan - you couldn’t keep him from his duties, from his purpose. 

(Neteyam would strongly argue that you were his purpose.)

“‘Teyam,” you start gently, hate having to turn him down when his features slowly start to fall. A sympathetic smile lingers against your lips, head tilted to the side but your eyes spoke more than your words could convey. “You have training with your father...” you find your eyes trailing your surroundings at your reminder, instantly spotting Jake in the near distance behind your future mate. He stands tall, proud, but you can tell he’s only moments away from calling his son out as he eyes him up, impatient. “...who is right over there and definitely does not want you to be late.” 

In an instant, Neteyam’s head shoots around to follow your gaze, a grumble slipping past his parted lips when he spots his father. Like a child, he hangs his head low in defeat, allowing it to fall against your shoulder when he turns back around. He lets his weight bear down on you teasingly, chuckling through his chest at your struggled attempts to stay steady on your feet. 

You pat his chest in mock sympathy, giggling to yourself as he only continues to be his dramatic self, head nestling closer into the space between your shoulder and neck. But, when he begins to press kisses against your skin, you tense up, feeling your spine straighten out and eyes look around for anyone watching. 

His father continues to glower at his eldest son, hands on his hips and shaking his head, obviously disgruntled. “Neteyam,” you warn, patting his chest again, a little harsher this time, more so in warning. Neteyam doesn��t seem to care, however, only continuing on his journey as he travels his lips from your shoulder to the crevasse of your neck. “’Teyam, your father-”

“Neteyam!” Jake’s voice is loud and clear, piercing through the clan until it makes its way to the two of you. In an instant, Neteyam jumps up and detaches himself from your shoulder. You look over his broad shoulder, seeing his father beginning to storm his way over. A harsh, fast-paced kiss is placed roughly against the side of your face, before you watch Neteyam run sheepishly over to his father, not wanting him to make a big scene. When your future mate arrives at his father’s side, the older Na’vi grabs his son against the back of the neck, forcefully pulling him further away from you before the guides of Ewya could will him back to you.

You can’t help but chuckle at their antics - the more time you spent with the Sully family, the more excited you felt at the prospect of finally being a part of them. Of course, they’d argue that you were already an honorary Sully, just from being betrothed to one of them, but you knew it’d be entirely different when you finally mated with Neteyam. 

Shaking your head, you noticed a few stares sent your way from the scene Neteyam had previously created before leaving you to deal with it. The only response you could give them without wanting the ground to swallow you whole was a sheepish smile, before securing your basket tight against your chest and running off into the forest.

The rest of the day went by quicker than you had imagined - you were simply so emerged in the beauty of the forest around you that time seemed infinite, like it was laying in the palm of your hands for you to do whatever you pleased with it. And, you did - you spent majority of your time marvelling at the pure life around you, the way everything seemed to pulse like it had its own heartbeat, and you liked to imagine that it did. After all, this was all apart of Ewya, too.

You had managed to collect a good amount of fruits, filling your basket almost to the top with a variety of tastes and colours to show off to your parents. Walking back into the clan, your chest swelled with pride at the few gratifying looks you were receiving from your collection, but you were also feeling proud of yourself for not having to use your weapon, either. Whether it was just your good intuition, or Ewya herself guiding you in a direction to ensure your safety, you steered clear of any potential threats that could’ve been lurking around the corner, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. Either way, you were grateful you never ran into anything.

Arguably, you were a good hunter, someone who could hold their own if they needed to, but you weren’t entirely confident in your skills enough to fight off something bigger than you if its intentions were to kill you. You’d never had to fight against such a creature, thanks to adventuring out with others that knew what they were doing, or going to specific places you knew would be okay for you. Plus, there was something about killing the creatures of Pandora that didn’t sit right with you - after all, they were also children of Ewya. Of course, you understood the clan had to eat in order to survive, and if you were being attacked, no Na’vi would judge another if they needed to defend themselves or their family. That’s why you were always the one to volunteer to collect the fruits out of your family, enjoying that particular experience more. It also helped that you received offer’s from Neteyam’s family - and Neteyam, especially - to share the meat they had hunted. You could turn down the meats his family offered you, arguing that it was for them, but you couldn’t disagree with Neteyam - what’s mine is yours.

Nodding to another Na’vi who had done the same to you in a small gesture of congratulations, your cheeks hurting from the prideful smile against your lips, you hadn’t spotted the figure rushing to jog over to your moving figure until they stop at your side. You already know it’s Neteyam - not from the sight of him, but from the presence of him. His scent infiltrates your scenes immediately and his aura oozes itself around you, enshrouding you in a protective layer. 

How your knees haven’t buckled out from swooning will always be beyond you.

No words are able to leave your mouth before Neteyam takes the basket from your hands, relieving your lower back from the pressure it was previously feeling with the weight of the fruits. He holds it firmly in his grasp, matching your pace as he walks beside you, taking note of the amount you collected before his gaze lands on you. “How was it?” 

You don’t bother arguing against his wishes of holding the basket for you, knowing it would only be a losing battle if you tried. Instead, you allowed your heart to flutter wildly in your chest as it begged for release, wanting to cover Neteyam in all the love it had to offer. Your head tilts in affection as your features coo. “It was good - I managed to get quite a bit.”

He hums in acknowledgement, eyes hurriedly scanning over your figure from top to bottom. His gaze makes you feel warm, but you know he’s checking you over for any potential injuries. “You didn’t run into any trouble?”

“Nope,” you state proudly, beaming like a child would with a new accomplishment. “I’m too good at sneaking.”

A laugh tumbles from his stomach at your answer, embellishing in the way you proudly stand and tell him of your day’s achievements. This is what he’s always wanted - the two of you, talking about your day and everything in between, before finally coming back together to rest for the night. 

All he’s ever wanted was you.

With only one of his hands now holding onto your full basket, he brings his other up to grab hold of your arm, stopping you in your tracks. When you turn to face him, your smile slowly begins to fall from your lips at the seriousness in his gaze. Only when he cups your face in his larger palm do you soften, features lighting up once more. “You did well, my muntxa (mate).”

The nickname makes you bite your lips to stop you giving away your true feelings, but you know Neteyam, and you know he knows you inside and out, like you were his other half - because you were. Snuggling your face further into his palm, you stand higher on your toes, wanting to bring him closer despite the rapid beating of your heart. “Not yet...” you remind him.

He hums in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say anything more. Rather, he presses a light kiss against your forehead, his lips lingering there for a while longer, like he didn’t want to part from you in such an intimate way. As he stays there, his lips ghosting over your skin, he whispers an almost-inaudible soon. The implication makes you shudder in delight, feeling him separate away from you, now intertwining his hand in your own and gesturing his head for you to follow him. 

Soon.

Tonight was a normal night within the clan, although it somehow seemed more alive.

Every night, the people of the Omatikaya would come together to celebrate the day’s achievements, even if nothing too celebratory had happened. It brought a semblance of togetherness that you couldn’t get anywhere else - one you wouldn’t trade for the world. 

You could hear the hustle and bustle of many Na’vi even from the tent furthest away from the main area, your body filling with brimming excitement already at the prospect of everyone being there. You weren’t a huge fan of crowds, but growing older had taught you to appreciate such a feeling - these people were your family, after all, and with such an impending war knocking upon your doorstep too often than you were comfortable with, you learned to enjoy what you have already, before it was too late.

Training with the Tsahik had increased tenfold in the last couple of months - you were working from sunrise until sunset alongside Mo’at and Kiri, aiding them in their tasks and ensuring you were close to knowing everything off by heart. Eventually, you would be taking over, with Neteyam at your side as Olo’eyktan. It wasn’t long until the two of you would finally be mated before Ewya, and whilst it would still be a while until you stepped forward as leaders, there would always be more preparing to do. As a mated pair, the clan would slowly start looking to the two of you.

With such a pressure lingering upon your shoulders, you began to make your way through the main crowd, leaving behind your duties in their wake and allowing yourself a moment to breathe. There were Na’vi everywhere, no matter what direction your gaze trailed to; smiles adorning each face, tails high in elation and chatter loud in excitement. There was a large woven table to the side that held the hunting party’s food they had caught during that morning’s hunt, piles high of fruits and meats that had your stomach growling in anticipation. You hadn’t had time to eat much when training, your mind too focused on remembering every little detail shown before you.

But, you couldn’t help your own smile beginning to dawn upon your lips as you attempted to make your way past people at the sight of their happiness. For a moment, it almost felt like there wasn’t a raging war so close to home, ready to kill you all just to say they had won. 

You shook your head at such a thought, willing it away from your head and forcing yourself to enjoy the moment before you. There were several people you accidentally bumped into on the way past, your mind foggy as it searched for someone, but no one was too bothered, too caught up in the blissful atmosphere lingering within the air. 

Eyes trailing over every figure you came across, you struggled to spot a single Sully. You stepped higher onto the ends of your toes, head poking out over the tops of other’s heads in an attempt to locate them, but you kept coming up short. It was obvious they would be here, of course - they were the Sully family, the leaders of your clan, and if they didn’t make an appearance at just a regular gathering such at this one, you knew they’d be more panic around you.

Thankfully, before you could be swallowed by the crowd and lost to the world around you, a hand clasped itself securely within your own, fingers intertwining together. The feeling of his hand against yours caused your brain waves to kilter off edge, the rough but warm sensation of his palm meeting your own so similar to home. 

When you look up at him, Neteyam’s happiness is evident upon his features, grin broad and so unbelievably handsome-looking. Before you can get too caught up in him, him, him, he nods his head in the direction behind him, where you guess his family had set themselves up. He doesn’t take his hand away from your own, keeping a strong grip against you to ensure he doesn’t lose you, leading you through the crowd until you come up to his family.

They’re all already seated comfortably together, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk already eating away to their heart’s desires whilst Jake prepares the food for himself and his mate. Upon seeing your breathless figure, they greet you with smiles and nods in your direction, never surprised to see you with Neteyam anymore as they used to be. The bond between the two of you was only growing stronger as the days tilted by, the time dwindling down before you were mated and you truly became a Sully. His family were your family.

Neteyam’s arm is almost forcefully ripped away from your own when a much smaller body crashes into you. Tuk, in all her pure and giddy glory, has her arms wrapped strongly around the tops of your legs, her height not allowing her to go any higher. Her chin rests against your legs, looking up at you with her deer-like eyes and the biggest smile you have ever seen. The sight has you melting. 

“Hi, Tuk,” you greet her softly, bringing your hand up to gently caress the top of her head. She giggles at the sensation, lightly hopping up and down on her feet. Whilst you were definitely close with Neteyam’s family - more so Kiri, than anyone else, due to the amount of time you spend together - Tuk would always be your favourite. You looked to her like she was your little sister, and you hoped that one day she’d look at you like her older one. The idea of having someone as adorable as Tuk look up to you, feeling comfortable enough to come to you should she ever need to, was heart-warming. 

“Tuk!” Neytiri called, her tone harsh but understanding as she beckoned her youngest child back over to her, watching her bound away from you and back into her mother’s arms.  

You laugh quietly to yourself at the sight, finally making your way to the free seat next to Neteyam. When your comfortable enough, you go to reach over for the contents already splayed out before you, but a soft slap against the back of your hand has you recoiling away. Next to you, Neteyam reaches for everything you’d need, already beginning to do it for you.

He doesn’t look at you, although you know he can feel your gaze zoning in on his every movement - he’s too busy concentrating on making sure everything’s perfect for you, even if you are going to devour it just moments after receiving it. Your heart flutters like a swarming butterfly and you’re positive your cheeks are starting to redden as they blush. You don’t say anything to him, knowing it’s an argument you won’t be able to win - instead, you continue to watch with hearts evident within your eyes, a faint, loving smile present on your lips.  

It’s then you remember you’re not completely alone, too caught up in Neteyam. When you look up at the family surrounding you, you instantly spot his parents’ gazes already trained on the two of you - Neytiri’s expression is fond, whilst Jake’s is most definitely teasing.

Whether he can begin to sense your slight unease at being caught, you’re not sure, but Jake decides to speak up, hands moving subconsciously as he now starts to prepare his own food after giving the finished one to his mate. “So, y/n,” he starts, “how is Tsahik training going?”

You briefly look back over to Neteyam next to you, biting back a smile as you allow him to continue his work - his eyes are narrowed in on making everything flawless, making sure it’s exactly how you’d like it. Turning back to Jake, you offer him a nod, breathing out. “It is good - there are a few things I’m still struggling with, but the Tsahik believes I just need to continue with my training before I am able to do it with my eyes closed.”

Shrugging at the end of your admittance, you let out a sheepish laugh, almost a little embarrassed. Tsahik training is hard - no one ever said it was going to be easy, especially when you would be guiding the clan spiritually through Ewya, helping them heal and celebrate important ceremonies. But, you know you don’t have anything to be embarrassed by for several reasons - Neytiri understands from her brief time of training alongside her mother before mating with Jake, but this is also Neteyam’s family, your family, who have never once stopped to judge you for a single thing. In fact, you’re sure they’ve only ever supported you through the things you do, because now you’re as much they’re daughter as Kiri and Tuk.

“You will be an amazing Tsahik, y/n.” Neytiri speaks up, clearly noticing your hidden embarrassment and wanting to ease your worries. Tuk is still in her lap, happily chomping away at her food as her mother braids her hair. Her smile is doting, motherly. “The clan already loves you.”

The compliment from your mother-in-law only causes more embarrassment to flood through you, feeling yourself slowly begin to curl in on yourself. The love you were receiving not only from the family, but also from the rest of the clan, helped ease your tensions, but you never really took to taking such praise well. You appreciated it like any other Na’vi did, but sometimes you struggled to show a natural reaction, becoming slightly uncomfortable. That was something you would have to work on - the Tsahik couldn’t be embarrassed.

Your tail had previously nestled itself against your side when Neytiri complimented you, shying away from the attention, but it began to perk up suddenly when Neteyam lay a kind hand against your shoulder. His thumb was absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles against your skin - you didn’t know whether it was in his natural persona to do so, subconscious taking over, or whether he took notice of your change in demeanour, but either way, it calmed you. 

Looking at his other hand, you can see your prepared food, wrapped neatly together and gesturing for you to take it. With a grateful smile sent his way, you do so, speaking softly. “Thank you, ‘teyam.”

His grin is wide as he looks down at you. “You do not need to thank me, narlor (beautiful).” Heat passes over your cheeks when he calls you beautiful, the sincerity behind his eyes showing you how much he means it. You try your best to focus on your food when his attention doesn’t waver away from you, the warmth of his gaze piercing into your skin and making your entire being feel all tingly. Despite taking note of your attempt to shutter yourself away from him, taking a bite of the food and savouring every mouth-watering flavour it has to offer you, Neteyam is relentless - the same hand that was formerly rubbing against the top of your shoulder now snakes around the back of your neck, bringing you further into his side and pressing a tender kiss against the side of your temple. His lips linger hotly against your skin when he pulls away. “I would hunt down the most ravishing creatures and prepare the most delicious meals just for you, muntxate (wife).”

For a moment, you know nothing else but him - the way his eyes bore into yours completely, unseeing of anything else going on around you; the way his breaths steady with each one, like you bring a sense of calmness to his very being; the way his hand doesn’t move from its place against you, like doing so would cause him extreme pain. You’re sure you can feel your heart soar to the sky when he calls you his muntxate (wife), never wanting to hear him call you anything else ever again. You’ve been down the road before - Neteyam has been calling you his mate boldly as of late - but hearing him call you his wife, such domesticity has you feeling completely brand new, like you could conquer the world, face the most dangerous beast and win, just to come home and see him smiling at you like you hung the stars in the night sky. 

You’re scared it’s obvious that your tears are beginning to show against the line of your eyes, a nervous but oh-so adoring chuckle escaping your parted lips. Neteyam brings you foreheads together, the heat of his skin sending waves of the temperature into your own, his hand still clasped firmly against the back of your neck, and you notice his eyes never once falter from their stare into your own. There’s so much love, so much devotion and worship in his gaze, you can’t believe for just one brief moment in your past, you had thought Neteyam wouldn’t want you to call his own. It’s clear to you now that he’s only ever saw you.

So suddenly you’re brought out of your reverie when you hear a gagging sound coming from the direction of your other side. Reluctantly pulling away from Neteyam, you spot Lo’ak pretending to throw up the contents of his meal, no doubt having seen the intimate moment between his older brother and yourself. In any other instance, the embarrassment would be clawing away at you - and, you won’t deny the little semblance of it still making its way to the forefront - but the endearment you held for Neteyam in that moment, when you truly saw how much you meant to one another, overrides anything else. You laugh at your younger brother figure, looking up at Neteyam with nothing but comfort and passion in your eyes, watching as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head at such dramatics. But, he doesn’t pull away - no, he keeps you closer.

Another sound is brought forward to your senses - this time it’s Neytiri, smacking the back of her youngest son’s head, her words a hushed scolding. You faintly hear her tell him that someday soon, that will be him and his own mate, but the voices drown out when your attention is pulled back to Neteyam. He’s not looking at you this time, rather he’s laughing at his brother’s grumbling of having to put up being like Neteyam, and as your eyes drown in everything he has to offer, you realise the whole world had started to disappear, until all you see is him.

After a long day spent with the younger Na’vi within your clan, you’re finally finding the time to slip away and relax. Your time had been filled up with helping teach the children different aspects that Pandora had to offer before they go their separate ways and start heavily training on what they wish to do in order to provide for the clan - whether that be foraging, hunting, healer, weaving... You and a few others had taken the children out into the forests, showing them the plants, the fauna, the creatures, the life that constantly emanated around them. 

This was arguably one of your most favourite things to do - teaching the children the way of Ewya was such a beautiful experience when you got to witness their eyes light up in awe, fascination cleaving at each and every one of them, wanting to know more, to explore more. Spending time with them made your heart grow fonder, the images conjuring in your mind of the day that yourself and Neteyam get to do such things with your own children. You’re still unsure as to how many you’d like, but you know that Neteyam would be the best father, without a shadow of a doubt.

Such thoughts stay lingering within the corners of your mind, unrelenting in their leave and it has the corners of your lips turning up in a subtle smirk. The walk from the tent you had just visited after dropping off the last child wasn’t such a distance from your own, and you couldn’t stop the sigh of relief breathing through you when you spotted it. Already, you were picturing yourself laying down in the comfort of your mat, eyes closed as the worries slowly start to slip away, your dreamland beginning to take to the forefront of you mind. 

Lately, your dreams had only been filled with Neteyam, and you wondered what else they’d have you thinking about that night. The time of your bonding with Neteyam was just around the corner now, on the precipice to being the next chapter in your life, and both nervousness and excitement filled your entire being. You wanted it to be special, you wanted to be everything Neteyam ever wanted in a mate, and that’s where your nerves started. But, the moment you thought of them, they were shut down by your excitement - you knew Neteyam, and with the way he had been treating you all this time was only further evidence to how much he cared about you. You truly didn’t have anything to worry about.

“Y/n!” Your name pierces through the clan, senses heightened when you recognise the voice, such a sound being the cause of your craned eyes and elevated tail, like they had a life of their own and were looking forward to seeing him, too. You stop in front of your tent, watching as Neteyam slowly jogs his way over to you, his hands hidden behind his back.

“Hi, ‘teyam,” you greet him, an affectionate smile playing against your lips.

He sends you one back, but this one falters a little towards the end, like he’s unsure of yourself. It has you feeling nervous again, but this time, the nerves are understandable - he’s beginning to fidget from foot to foot, nodding to himself as though he’s telling himself everything’s going to be okay. “Hey,” he replies, voice low and quiet, so unlike the Neteyam you’re used to. One of his hands points towards your tent behind you, still keeping the other one hidden away from your prying eyes. “Can we talk inside for a moment?”

Such words only make you feel worse, so many jumbled thoughts and suspicions bouncing from one side of your intrigued mind to the next, concocting different possible outcomes of what could be the source of his anxiety. You repeatedly tell yourself that it can’t be anything too damaging - after everything the two of you have been through together, even before finding out you were to be mated, it’s practically impossible to pull you apart, now. Without yet being mated, you know the two of you are bonded for life, and nothing can ever come in between that. Still, a small part of yourself feeds off his apprehension and you can’t help but wonder if going inside your tent with him will change the course of your life as you know it.

With a tense smile, trying your best to muster up the courage and pretend that he’s not worrying you, you nod, moving towards the entrance. Neteyam’s quick with his movements - instantly, the flap is pulled open for you, his hands holding back the fabric and allowing you to usher yourself inside. That’s a good sign, you tell yourself - if he’s treating you like this still, whatever he wants to talk about can’t be too bad, right? Unless he’s being a gentleman so the idea of tearing you down doesn’t seem as harsh.

You walk over to your mat, placing yourself down in a hurry, looking up at Neteyam and gesturing for him to do the same. He does so, and his body movements of sitting down opposite you are stiff, too. You notice his hand still firmly placed behind his back. Suddenly, the air feels uncomfortable, too much to bare as it continues to envelop you more, his worry stifling every one of your senses. Sucking in a breath, you let out a nervous laugh, hoping to ease the tension, wanting to get it over with in the chance it’s something bad. “’Teyam, you’re worrying me.”

As soon as you speak, he’s on alert - his head shoots up to you, finally able to properly look at you directly, his pupils blown wide. Tension steadily starts to dissipate from his figure, a brittle chuckle parting from his lips as he shakes his head slightly. “I’m sorry, I do not mean to worry you, it’s just...” he pauses, takes a big breath like he’s preparing himself for something monumental and steadies himself. “I made something for you.”

The strain of believing Neteyam was going to be telling you bad news disperses and it’s like it was never there in the first place. You feel your ears wiggle as they come to understand exactly what he said, your tail swaying back and forth in anticipation. “For me?”

He breathes out a soft laugh, eyes lighting up at how adorable you look to him. “Of course, am I courting someone else?”

It’s like the nervous Neteyam has completely disappeared, and finally you’re looking at the one you know and love - the Neteyam that is brave, and proud; the Neteyam that enjoys teasing you just to get a shy reaction out you; the Neteyam that can’t help but be sarcastic despite being a nervous wreck just moments beforehand. You hate the way he teases you, and yet you love it at the same time. You shake your head at his sarcasm, in slight disbelief at how he had managed to change his demeanour in the matter of a split second, a velvet-like giggle breaking out before you have the chance to force it back in. Now, he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

Slowly, with both precision and care, he moves his hand from behind his back, palm outstretched and showing off what he has to offer you. Your eyes land on a beautifully woven necklace, all different colours, shapes and sizes of beads and feathers and small intricacies tied all into place to make it perfect. It’s completely caught your attention, and you can’t seem to train your focus away from it. Subconsciously, your hand covers your mouth, smile wide and tears beginning to brim along your waterline. “Oh, ‘teyam. It’s beautiful.”

He brings himself closer to you, body shifting over until you’re now sat side by side, legs touching. He holds the necklace delicately in his hand still, bringing it further into the light to show it off, to show you how it looks in its true element. A beam plays at his lips now that he’s finally at ease, seeing the way you look so adoringly upon the object, so intense and ethereal it surely can’t be real. 

With a slight shake to his hand, he points to one of the beads, a watercolour blue that glistens when it shines perfectly against the light. “This bead is to represent when we first met - when you tripped and fell into the water.”

The memory comes back to you so quickly, it felt as though it happened just yesterday. You had been stood by the water, so close your toes were tipping in to the cool liquid, watching the fish as they swam in their habitat, blissfully happy and fascination clear on your features. Neteyam had unintentionally snuck up on you, scaring the life out of you as you fell into the water in surprise. Instantly, Neteyam felt bad, helping you out of the water and making sure you were fine, but as time went on, Neteyam loved to casually bring it up in conversation, if only to tease you.

You playfully smacked his arm, features recoiling before gasping out at his remark. “I did not trip - you scared me!”

He laughs, eyes imploring straight into yours, and you can see the hearts filled lovingly within them. Shaking his head, he bites back his smile, moving onto the next one, this one a darker brown, almost rusty in colour with different edges of tones. “This one is to represent the time when I started to help you with your bow.” As another memory filters through your mind’s eye, of two younger looking Na’vi practicing in the midst of the forest on how to correctly aim, you start to realise that this necklace your future mate had made for you is personal. He didn’t choose these specific ornaments just based on their beautiful colours or their variety of textures... he’d chosen them to portray each pleasing moment you had spent together, right from the very beginning. Your attention doesn’t falter, eyes trailing slowly from the necklace up to him, watching as he continues to talk through each one; so in his element, so in love. “This is a feather I found that looks similar to the colour of your ikran, and this one is supposed to represent when I asked to court you-”

You couldn’t help yourself - his voice was drowning in your ears, a ringing sensation taking over until silence deafened you and there was nothing else important in the world. Whilst he’s still speaking, you take his face gently within your grasp, holding onto both sides of his face, turning him to you and smashing your lips against his own. You kiss him passionately, as though it was the last one you may ever share together. It isn’t usually you who initiates moments like this one, but the more he spoke about every moment you shared together, concocting them and making them into something you’ll wear for the rest of your life proudly, all you wanted to do was show him how much the gesture meant to you, how much he meant to you.

When you eventually pull back, your lips linger against one another, breaths mingling together. You press another soft kiss to his lips, thumbs absentmindedly rubbing the apples of his cheeks. Looking up at him, you watch as his eyes start to open slowly, dazed, hazy, in love. A grin rests along your features at having been able to get him so drunk on you in such a way. “Nga yawne lu oer, Neteyam (I love you, Neteyam),” you breathe out, pecking his lips again, even lighter this time. “Oel ngati kameie (I see you).”

A vast smile is obvious upon his features now, uncontainable, but it wasn’t like he wanted to contain it anyway. For as long as the two of you were together, he’d show off all of himself to you, no matter the circumstance. Such a sight before you - all for you - has your heart fluttering. Neteyam presses his head impossibly closer to your own, trying his hardest for the two of you to become one, kneading his face against your own, wanting his scent to be all over you, for everyone to know that you belong to him. “You have no idea how much you mean to me, yawne (beloved), and how eager I am to finally be all yours.”

Your cheeks are hurting from how happy you appear, but there’s so much love being shared between the two of you, you simply don’t care. “And, I cannot wait to be yours, muntxa (mate).”

It’s the first time you’ve admittedly called him your mate - after all this time, it’s usually him to call you such a name. But, seeing him today, presenting you with a gift of such beautifully personal memories, you finally give into yourself. Even if it is still some time before the two of you mate as one before the eyes of Ewya, but all in all, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan will always be your mate. 

A laugh bubbles in the back of his throat at finally hearing you call him such a name, pearly fangs on full display as the two of you show off your eagerness to come together as one - of how much you care for one another, how much you yearn for one another.

You truly cannot wait to be all his, because there was no doubt in your mind that Neteyam was always the one for you.

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[jakexneytiri]

may i request a dad! neteyam taking care of his sick newborn?🫶🤍

of course!! :)

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“teyam?” you call out to your mate, who is preparing lunch for the two of you while you’re feeding your newborn.

“yes, my love?” he glances over to see your face twisted in pain, gently trying to remove your baby from your breast.

“he’s-ow! he’s biting, can you take him for a bit?” you look over at your mate, exhaustion plastered all across your face.

he immediately rushes over, holding his arms out to take your son. you gently try removing his tiny lips from your nipple, his little teeth grazing over it before you finally pry him away.

neteyam scoops your son up in one arm, while he heads back to finish preparing lunch with his other. “come on, you can help me prepare lunch for mama.”

he shifts his sons’ position in his arms, propping him up against his shoulder now. it’s not long before neteyam hears a small “bleh!” followed by a wet, slimy sensation on his shoulder.

neteyam is used to this, having taken care of tuk her entire childhood. “not feeling well, my little warrior?” he grabs a wet cloth and wipes your sons’ mouth first, then the remaining spit up on his shoulder.

you’re rubbing a small glob of yalnabark around your swollen, irritated nipple when you hear it. looking over at them both, you say “it’s okay, i can take him now.”

“no, no. it is all right, i’ve got him. do you need help with that?” neteyam’s gaze lingers on your swollen breasts, and he can’t help but feel guilty. “i’m so sorry, my love. please lay down, i will take care of you.”

you lay back down, as you watch your mate lay beside you, cradling your son in his arms. you watch his large fingers gently trace over your newborn sons skin, trying to ease him to sleep.

your son lets out a wail, beginning to cry now. neteyam immediately picks him up, hushing him as he gently rocks him back and forth.

“shh, don’t cry. i’ve got you, daddy’s got you.”

[simpforboys]

meeting the master

neteyam sully x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: when neteyam gets invited to one of your famous parties, he’s not too sure why. he knows of you, but doesn’t know you. you change that.

warnings: fluff, neteyam checking you out, you checking him out

aged up characters ofc, not proof read

this is high key based off the great gatsby fyi🤞

“neteyam! you have to come to y/n’s party tonight!” mukata exclaimed.

he was one of the boys neteyam and his brother quickly befriended in awa’atlu.

neteyam’s ears twitched at your name.

everyone always raved about your parties, how charming and beautiful you were. but neteyam had never seen you.

the more and more he heard about you, the more it intrigued him. how can someone be so great to a whole clan?

that night, deep into the ocean on an island, neteyam disconnected his queue to the ilu. his feet hit the cold sand as he pushed his braids out of his face.

loud cultural music consumed his upturned ears as they twitched from the noise. there were easily over three hundred clan members on the island.

neteyam suddenly felt very insecure. he was the only omatikaya- standing alone- in the middle of a crowded party.

“neteyam!” mukata ushered the man over. neteyam silently thanked eywa for not making him stand alone any longer.

“isn’t this great? one of y/n’s best!” mukata commented, his almond eyes blinking quickly.

“very… lavish.”

throughout the night, neteyam sipped on a specialty drink that was made specifically for that night.

he began to wonder where you actually were. really, he just didn’t know what you looked like.

some metkayina girls approached neteyam, batting their eyelashes and flirting with him.

“have you met y/n yet?” leyra asked.

“i have not.”

“she is like royalty. if tsireya wasn’t the chief’s daughter, everyone would believe y/n is.”

“i’ve heard that she has eaten people.” eyrina said, her voice barely above a whisper.

neteyam’s brow bone raised as his ears twitched.

“don’t be ridiculous-“ leyra gently slapped her friend.

“i believe my friend is calling me,” neteyam dismissed himself. he needed fresh air- the party atmosphere was extremely overwhelming.

he pushed through some brush and found a woman. long curly hair cascaded down her back in a V shape, a fancy loincloth that had shells and pearls decorated on the waist. it hung low on her hips and jewelry filled her finned-arms.

“hello?” he asked softly.

you turned around to hear the voice that startled you. a tall man with broad shoulders and- it was one of the sullys.

the sully family had arrived in awa’atlu a few weeks prior. you blinked your eyes at him, your second eyelid showing as it took a second to disappear.

“hi.”

“getting some air?” he questioned you, joining you to stand by the ocean.

“yes, same with you?” you asked.

“yes ma’am, i needed a break from the crowd.”

you were beyond gorgeous. a flower was tucked behind your ear, purposely balanced on the flesh. you had big, doe eyes that sparkled in the moonlight.

it quickly made neteyam flustered.

his freckles were illuminated under the moon as you stared at him, the white dots seeming placed from eywa in a particular manner.

he was a very handsome man, with almost eight inches of height between your heads.

“i understand. who invited you?” you asked him, your voice gentle as you gazed down at his veiny hands.

“mukata, he said this would be y/n’s biggest party yet. although, i still haven’t met her. and really, i’ve heard so much about her yet i’m surprised she didn’t have a grand entrance to the party introducing herself.”

neteyam felt himself ramble, his eyes finally going to meet your face. you had a blank expression, one he couldn’t read.

“i guess i haven’t been a good host then,” you shrugged.

“what?” neteyam asked, his heart dropping.

you laughed at the man.

“i’m y/n, nice to meet you…”

“neteyam.”

“nice to meet you, neteyam.”

“ngaytxoa (my apologies), y/n, i didn’t know-“

“it’s okay, neteyam.”

you reassurance only made him feel a little better, however the overwhelming guilt was larger.

“no really, i-“

“neteyam, it is fine.” you placed your hand on his bicep, the muscle flexing under your touch. neteyam suddenly realized he was extremely touched starved and craved more of it.

a crimson pink made its way onto his cheeks as he looked out onto the ocean.

“do you want to know a secret?” you whispered, lifting yourself on the tips of your toes to reach his ear.

he softly purred, making your heart stammer.

“i do not really care for parties.”

neteyam turned to look at you, a confused look on his face.

“then why do you throw them?”

you shrugged at the man.

“if i don’t, then this island will remain boring forever.”

neteyam’s ears faltered as you turned to look out at the sea.

“i love the ocean and my home, but sometimes i need change.”

“like a forest?”

you looked back at neteyam to see him giving you a small smile. you grinned back.

“perhaps a forest.”

you and neteyam spent all night talking about your homes, the reason him and his family came to awa’atlu, and many other things.

the sunrise was quickly coming as you rubbed your eyes.

neteyam was laying on the sand next to you as you hugged your knees to your chest, continuing to babble on and on about your lives.

and while you two talked for hours, there was never an awkward moment. everything just felt right.

“i guess we should head back to the main land.” you suggested, seeing the fisherman off in the distance.

neteyam agreed, standing up. he offered you his hand, an electric shock going through both of you as your finned hand connected with his.

he was much stronger than you, his back filled with muscles. and sand.

“neteyam, you have sand on your back.”

without waiting for him to answer, you stepped behind him and ran your hands over his deep blue skin. the stripped patterns looked beautiful as you were mesmerized by his back.

neteyam accidentally let out a loud purr as you grazed against skin, making both of you blush.

“feel nice?” you teased, finally removing your hands from his skin (much to neteyam’s dismay).

the sunrise was dotting on your teal skin, illuminating your features as you stared up at neteyam.

in the beginning of his stay, he had yet to realize why you were so important, why everyone was obsessed with you.

but when he sat and talked with you, he soon found himself realizing just exactly why everyone adored you.

you were thoughtful, intelligent, cared for your people, funny, witty, and many other things he could not put into words.

and he began to think to himself if he could imagine being with anyone else, despite just having met you.

but when eywa calls, neteyam answers. and right now, he can hear a ringing in his ears.

[tiredmamaissy]

Hiii I'm sorry, just wanna start saying your fics are AMAZING! I'm so in love with them 😩🥹

I'm very sick at home right now, with fever and feeling like shit, I was wondering if you ever thought about a Neteyam/Lo'ak x sick fem Na'vi, it'd be so cute and comforting 💙

Thank you for your amazing work ☺️

Ah babes I’m so sorry I took so long. I’m sure your feeling much better by now but better late than never, right?

Warnings: none, pure fluff and a bit of mushy, gushy love.

“Yawne, please eat something.” Neteyam hums, supporting your head in the crook of his arm. He holds you close to his chest, a cool cloth in his left hand and a spoon full of steam teylu in his right. “You haven’t eaten all day.”

You roll your head to the side, groaning from how dizzy you feel. Your joints ache and it feels as if steam is rising from the pores on your skin. With a weak hand, you nudge away the spoon, nuzzling your hot face back into his chest.

“You’re burning up, love.” He says just under a whisper, quickly putting down the spoon to wipe your forehead with the cold cloth. “How about a bath? We need to get you to cool down.”

“Teyam.” His name catches in your itchy throat as you curl into a ball in his lap. You begin to shiver, burrowing your cold toes under his warm thigh. “Jus’ wanna sleep.”

Truth be told, as much as you hated being sick, you loved the way your mate would care for you. He’s always so concerned about you, but he becomes a hypervigilant, overprotective mate when illness strikes. He’s at your beck and call, cloth in hand and other herbs and remedies strapped to his hip.

“Alrighty. I’m sorry to do this my sweet, sick girl.” he huffs, abandoning the cloth and spoon and scooping you up into his arms, “But up we go.”

You feel extra heavy in his grasp, your limp body completely relaxing under his touch. You trust him entirely, feeling secure in his arms and calm knowing he won’t let anything happen to you — not even the most common sickness known to the na’vi.

Neteyam carries you with ease, his strong physique and sinewy arms supporting your body weight as if you were the bow and arrows strapped to his back. Your feet dangle and sway with each step he takes, your heavy, half lidded eyes finally falling shut.

You rouse to Neteyam’s golden orbs staring down at you, filled with nothing but love and adoration. His smile is catching, spreading to your lips and making them curl. It feels like a fire has been extinguished, your hot body now nearing a comfortable degree. He rakes his fingers through your wet hair, supporting the middle of your back with his other hand.

“Ma’ ‘teyam.” You smile, a hand reaching upwards to cup his cheek. “Irayo [thank you].”

“Nothing to thank me for. Just doing my duty as your mate, txe’lan.” Neteyam’s smile is beaming now, his hand leaving your head to fix the strap of your top back into place. “I am just glad that you are feeling better. Or I would have had to take you to grandmother.”

“I’d rather stay with you. You take care of me the best, nete.” You say with a shaky voice, still a little weak.

Neteyam’s brows knit together when he hears the tremble of your lungs, a pang of concern squeezing his heart. You reassure him with a tender smile and a caressing thumb to his cheek. He almost lets loose a chuckle, just happy that he and his mate could communicate with just a few minute gestures.

“So, what about that steamed teylu?” Neteyam asks hopefully, glancing over to the basket resting on the boulder beside him. You sigh as a response, still having no appetite. But you’d do anything to see that smile on his face again.

“Sounds good, nete.”

[lovemyavatar]

“i want you inside me” + “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop”

For neteyam please💙

Neteyam x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, inexperienced Neteyam & reader, first time

Neteyam fears his heart may explode.

It’s beating so rapidly, stuttering with each beautiful, sinful noise that pours from your lips. His chest heaves as he blinks down at you, hooded eyes trailing over every inch of your face. Warmth floods your skin, following the path of his heated gaze.

It locks onto your mouth when sharp teeth catch your lower lip, and the intensity of it nearly scorches you alive.

“Nete…” His name is a breathless plea, a sound that has a low growl rumbling through his lungs. If he could hear only that—his name on your tongue like that—for the rest of his life, he’d die a happy man. “I want you inside me.”

His eyes widen in surprise, air catching in his throat as it constricts with a heavy wave of desire. The hand between your legs stills, making your back arch in protest, a needy whine fanning his face.

“Are—are you sure, sevin (pretty)?” His eyes search yours for any hesitation, any reservation that says you aren’t ready. “Once I start…I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

The two of you have been together for a few months, but you’ve known each other all your lives. You’ve explored each others bodies more times than he can count, but you’ve never done that. Never brought yourselves together in such an intimate way.

He knows, deep in his heart, that once you go down this path, there’s no going back. He’ll be yours forever. He only hopes you feel the same.

The arm that holds his frame above yours begins to tremble, anticipation curling in his lower belly so fiercely his cock springs to life beneath his loincloth. It was hard before—painfully hard, and now it’s practically unbearable.

Your head bobs quickly, lips pursing into a cute pout when you think he may not give you want you want. Your arms tighten around his neck, bringing him in for a brief, searing kiss.

“I want this. I want you.” You pull away just enough for the words to brush along his lips, your voice falling to a low whimper. “Please, Nete…”

And fuck, he just changed his mind, that’s what he wants to hear for the rest of his life.

He nods frantically, shoving his loincloth down his hips with one hand, the other snaking around the side of your neck. His lips claim yours in a passionate kiss, and he swallows your desperate moans as he grips the base of his cock.

The movement is jerky, impatient when he drags his tip along your soaked folds. Your hips jump, making his lips quirk into a satisfied smirk against yours. He wants to be gentle, but he can’t wait a second longer to feel you.

As slowly as his last remaining shred of self-control will allow, he breaches your entrance. Your mouth rips away from his as your head is thrown back, both in pleasure and pain as his thick length stretches you like you’ve never felt before.

His forehead falls to your shoulder, breaths leaving him in shaky pants as his hips curl forward, engulfing himself in your sweet warmth until he bottoms out. All he can do is groan through it as your pussy spasms around him, adjusting to the new sensations.

And when your hips rut against his, a string of those breathy pleas fanning the side of his neck, there’s no doubt in his mind that he’s ruined for anyone else.

[sunsents]

neteyam sully - drunken confessions

I saw a fic where yn gets drunk and confesses to Neteyam, but I truly have no idea whose it was nor was I able to find it. For that, I apologize. If you're that author, or if anyone knows who that is author is please tag them in the comments so that I can give the right credits.

➵ summary: Fed up with your platonic feelings towards Neteyam Sully, you decide to let loose during a festival. Never would you have guessed your drunken state would decide to take matters into her own hands and deal with your feelings personally.

➵ pairing: (aged!up)neteyam x fem!reader(no use of y/n)

➵ word count: 3.8k

➵ warnings: alcohol consumption, one kiss, fluff

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

"Who wants another kiss!"

Yelling to no one in particular, you slur your words together as your drink sloshes in the wooden cup - darn whoever let you have it in the first place. When you bring the bowl to your lips, you frown. "Who..." You blink, though it’s obscenely uncoordinated. "Who drank my drink?"

Neteyam doesn't know what's worse; the fact that you think someone would dare to drink out of your cup, or that you have no idea it was you who sabotaged the evening by spilling the contents of your drink.

"Bro, you have got to try this!"

Lo'ak holds two bowls filled with something - the fumes hit your nose and your face pinches in disgust. It's pungent and positively putrid—no sane Na’vi would look at the liquid and immediately think ‘I’m going to put this in my mouth.’ 

You survey the boy with questioning eyes, then scan the clearing. 

Tsireya was finally of age and appointed as Tsahik, which prompted a lively celebration filled generously with roaring music, food, and alcohol. Ronal, the previous clan tsahik, had decided to leave her place for the younger woman to spend her days enjoying the fruits of domestic bliss with her elder husband, Tonowari. 

You're delighted, of course. As is anyone in the clan. Tsireya had been your closest friend since birth when she pulled on your kuru and you pulled on hers - grabby hands aching to get ahold of anything and possibly everything as a youngling.

Lo'ak is beaming as he looks at you, it's almost blinding. "Eh, why not." you relent, taking the bowl from his hand.

The boisterous atmosphere is accompanied by a majestic fire that lights up the eclipse sky. People are dancing and having fun in the golden glow of it all - everything is so warm that you're feeling heaps more open-minded than at any other time. 

Lo'ak smirks at you before downing his drink in one gulp. Impressed, you follow suit. The liquid burns your throat and you can't help but cough, had you bitten off more than you could chew?

You were of age, no one would be there to chastise you, a grown woman, for drinking. The only worry that plagued your mind was embarassing yourself.

Whether you liked it or not, Neteyam Sully would always be there to catch you in your most embarassing moments to poke fun. This time around would surely be nothing different. 

You huff, not allowing him to consume your thoughts. No, you were going to enjoy yourself tonight and celebrate your best friend's success.

Determined, you march up to the large table where drinks are being presented. "Lo'ak," you call out, firm. "I bet I can outdrink your scrawny ass."

You did outdrink Lo'ak. Then Tikanu, and Rotxo. Perhaps Aonung was also involved at some point, and then some.

You can’t think straight when you're drunk off of your teal-blue ass and swaying gently to the music. It's consuming and frankly, you don't have the decorum to care about the quality of your moves. It's a sway of hips, a clash of limbs - the closing of your eyes and the humming of your throat. Other people are no better, you're sure. Lo'ak passed out hours ago, then got found by a very angry Tsireya. The man was pure pleas and apologies, even mushier when drunk.

"____?"

The deep treble of his voice replaces the music you feel deep in your bones. "Neteyam!"

You giggle obscenely and fuck, sober you is going to be so embarrassed tomorrow. But drunk you is a piece of shit - a force of Eywa that cannot be reckoned with. With your hands in the air, you lunge into Neteyam's arms. He catches you with an oomph. 

"What-" he clears his throat. "Are you drunk?" 

You frown as you clumsily part from him. "No, I'm ____. “

As he waits for your next drunken action, you manage to think of a joke rather than say it. It’s funny enough to make you laugh loudly, but not so much that you verbally announce it to the man before you. 

Neteyam merely looks at you with amusement.

"Sorry, Made a joke..." you mumble with a giggle. "T'was funny."

He waits expectantly.

You blink at him. "Pretty..."

He chuckles lowly and crosses his arms on his chest. “I think we should get you home, hm?”

In your hazed mind, Neteyam has a halo around him. With feathers in his hair, fresh tattoos on his smooth skin, and a strong frame covered in accessories, he's glowing like the morning sun. You shout excitedly, feeling all too happy for him. "I'm gonna kiss you, I think."

At least you had the decency to warn the poor man before you grab his cheeks with wide palms and smash your lips onto his. It's vulgar and wet, you feel him freeze in your hold. You swear you hear him groan, melting forward before he quickly snaps back.

"Oh-kay, you're definitely drunk. Come one, up up, we're taking you home." He’s about to lift you with an arm behind your knees and the small of your back before you push his chest. 

"No!" You whine, then turn around all too suddenly. Your vision scrambles to catch up with the sudden change. "Who wants another kiss!"

When a huddle of men perk up in interest - all drunk and ravenous, Neteyam lets out a growl that surprises himself. He takes a deep breath, counts to ten, then breathes out.

Ketu'ney, a clan warrior known for his rich plays in hunting parties steps forward. "I would," he smirks, all too proud.

"Oh! Me too, me too!" Kiri, drunk and bouncing on the soles of her feet, comes forward. 

"Everyone gets a kiss!" You declare happily.

"Oh no you don't."

Neteyam grabs you by the hips and slings you over his shoulder like a sack. "We're going to your kelku, and you're putting your ass to bed."

If you were any less drunk, you would be embarrassed by the position he has you in. But you're not, dramatically waving to your friend as a parting gesture. They wave back just as enthusiastically, a little confused but spirited nonetheless.

You feel the buzz of Neteyam's chuckle on your thighs; he's got them pressed to his chest so you don't slide down. Slung over his shoulder, you decide to enjoy the view of his back rather than complain. "Nice," you smirk, peering down further.

"Are you looking at my ass, ____?" Neteyam asks, entirely amused.

"No, it's looking at me."

Neteyam barks out a laugh - it bubbles from his chest and rasps out of his throat. Your heart flutters just a little, he had such an attractive laugh. His face was entirely his mother, and so was his determination, strong mind, and free spirit. Yet he also had the stubbornness and the laugh of his father. You knew it would be a combination that would cause your downfall.

You are falling, you realize. Neteyam has deposited you on your nest like some weight he needs to take care of. You groggily look around and realize you're in your kelku. 

Inhaling deeply, you let out a huff of air with lidded eyes. "Can I go to sleep now, please and thank you,"

Neteyam sits down next to you with a soft hand on your shoulder. Through your hazed view, you realize he's smiling. "Alright sweet girl, let's sleep this off."

You nod, looking around for no particular reason. The kelku feels all the more warm and homely with Neteyam in it, or perhaps the alcohol in your system pushes you to entertain a false domestic fantasy with the only man you've ever pined after.

He smooths down your hair gently, "If you feel like puking, just tap my shoulder." He gets up and grabs an old wooden bin, then sets it beside the nest. "Water..." he mutters to himself.

You lazily watch as he moves around the room in search of something. With narrowed eyes, he comes back with a bowl of water. 

You reach out, (way too off in your aim, Neteyam has to guide your hand) and slowly gulp the liquid down before collapsing. "Feel so bad...ugh," you drawl off, smacking your lips as sleep dances around your lips. "I wanna go swim, I think."

You feel him settle beside you in the nest. His arm reaches back and pulls you into his warmth. As he traces a plethora of shapes on your skin, the urge to close your eyes becomes undeniable. "Just go to sleep ___, you'll feel better in the morning."

"No," you whine, fighting for consciousness, "Wanna...fine."

Promptly closing your eyes, you turn the other way and huff into the silence.

When sunlight invades through the flap of your kelku, you have the audacity to mumble a 'fuck off'. 

Sharp pain shoots through your spine and lingers in your head. The intensity of it throbs your scalp and muffles your ears. Groaning, you try to get a grasp of why the fuck you feel like dying.

Lo'ak, alcohol, Neteyam. 

Slowly but surely, the events come back and you regret welcoming them into your consciousness. You frantically look around, eyes landing on Neteyam across the marui, dicing fruit and mincing some kind of herb. His ears flicker, golden eyes darting to your face. "Good morning to you too," he smiles, sitting comfortably on the back of his heels, his strong thighs supporting his weight and looking entirely like his father.

You're hot - the realization sinks your heart until it hits rock bottom. Embarrassment floods through you like a tidal wave and oh Eywa - you want nothing more than to curve into yourself until you become a small pebble and get lost in the ocean. 

You had thrown yourself at him like some desperate fool, which forced him to take responsibility for your stupid, drunk self—Eywa knows what embarassing secrets you told him. You remember the major events - being offered drinks, challenging unlucky bystanders, dancing, and trying to kiss anything and anyone. The rest and the in-betweens are mind-boggling blurs because your headache won't let you think.

"Morning," you croak, then reach for the bowl of water on the side of your nest. The cold liquid tastes like gold running down your throat - when had water ever tasted this good? You moan involuntarily, gulping it down like a quenched woman left in the dune for days. The liquid dribbles down your chin and you're far too thirsty to care. 

When you put the bowl down, you're even more embarrassed than before by the look Neteyam gives you. He grins, "How are you feeling, more water?"

You're a little shy now, smiling and looking away. "No, thank you," you murmur, folding your hands on your lap primly. The properness of the action almost makes you laugh—it was only yesterday you were going around kissing people, throwing yourself onto Neteyam, and wreaking havoc across the village. It's almost humbling; you have no idea how to bounce back from the hole you've buried yourself in. Neteyam is Toruk Makto's son, and lest the sky people hadn’t disturbed the peace, he would be Olo'Eyktan of Omaticaya. His status is humbling enough that you fight the urge to bow your head down and apologize for the inconvenience. 

But you don't. Not when you've known him for seven years (more of admired him from a distance, with the occasional small talk because of obligation - on his part, you were friends with half his family, after all) and saw each other enough to be called acquaintances. Though, you would always be Lo'ak's friend who encourages dumb decisions, Tsireya's other close friend besides Rotxo and Pewli, or Kiri's weaving partner. Nothing more, nothing less. 

"Ma ___?" he addresses, and it takes too much of you to control your flushed state. 

"Oh," you make a surprised noise, "Sorry, my head hurts."

He gathers his trinkets and squats next to your nest, "Here."

"What is it?" you tilt your head, nostrils flaring. "Smells weird."

"It's medicine for your hangover," he quips, getting impatient.

You scrunch your face in disgust, "No way I'm drinking that, it smells like Ilu waste."

"Will you just drink it," he sighs, shoving the cup to your face.

You're quick to turn away, mussed morning hair flying with your movement. "No,"

"Stop being so stubborn," - you turn your head to the other side when he makes an effort to follow your lips with the cup. "You're worse than Tuk," he grumbles, fighting for your submission. With a final huff, he grabs your face, smushes your cheeks together, and drains the liquid down the opening your puffed lips prompted. It seems practiced, this action; you can only guess how persistently Tuk fights against medicine she doesn't particularly enjoy. You choke, having no choice but to swallow the horrible abomination. 

"You're like a baby," he grunts, "that wasn't so bad, now was it?"

"It was," you croak. "Blech,"

Neteyam chuckles all the same, then stands up to wash the used cups and bowls. Guilt squeezes your chest, not only because he was washing your dishes and taking care of you, but because you were enjoying it. You were having a glimpse of what life could be with Neteyam - waking up to him making you breakfast, taking care of you when you make idiotic decisions, watching him carry out household tasks like it's the most natural thing. 

"Neteyam," you call out. "Please, you don't have to do that.". 

He makes no indication of stopping his tidying anytime soon - tidying your kelku, like he also lived here and had to have it uncluttered. You slowly get up, conscious of your headache that seems to be dulling away, then slowly patter your way to him. Ear tips catching fire, you put a hand on his arm to stop him. "Please."

He stops his cleaning and crosses his arms. "This place is a mess, ____. "

"I wasn't expecting guests," you grumble, putting away the utensils in their appointed baskets. "Look, I want to apologize for yesterday."

"It's- it's fine. Really," he shakes his head.

"No, it isn't fine. I made a huge fool of myself - Eywa, I'm so embarrassed." you groan. "You even took care of me which is just so nice. You really didn't have to,"

He smirks, "I couldn't let you roam around drunk, kissing everyone on sight."

With a painful groan, you hide your face between your palms. It seems Neteyam was determined to rub salt in your wound.

"You're fine, ____. " he drawls only a little to emphasize that you really were fine, because he made sure you were, crossing his arms and facing you fully. "Everyone else was just as drunk, Kiri could barely hold her head up."

You nod, guilt still lingering behind your shoulder, and peering at Neteyam. In your checklist of 'things to apologize for', the next line was going to be a dreadful experience - located right next to apologize to anyone else you possibly might have kissed. Taking a deep breath, the words. "I'm sorry I kissed you," is blurted in one breath. 

You watch Neteyam's ear twitch, and his eyes widen. With a soft chuckle, he takes his sweet time coming up with a response. Your heart pounds in your chest and you hope he can't hear it as well - which was doubtful since it was beating for him. His laugh sinks the soles of your feet down into the marui floor, readying to plummet you down when he eventually rejects you and tells you it was like kissing his baby sister's weird friend. Because while you had your fair share of friends, Neteyam always caught you at your worst. 

You have to shake your head for the images to stop playing; when you were talking to Kiri, who was blocked out of view by a huge palm tree and thus, made you appear as though you were having casual conversation with yourself - Neteyam and Lo'ak were passing by, and were kind enough to ignore you out of pity, (Lo'ak laughed about it for days until his mother had to intervene). Or when horrid-smelling seaweed got stuck to your Iknimaya outfit during the ceremony, which caused the stench to stick to your skin during the festival. When Neteyam approached you to celebrate your adulthood, he was holding his nose with watery eyes. 

Worst of all, whenever he was around, you became this clumsy, uncoordinated mess. You were either breaking something, tripping on something, or saying something you shouldn't be saying. 

Thankfully, Neteyam's voice seems to stop the images. "You do not have to apologize for that," he winces, narrowing his eyes while averting his gaze.

You gulp, "Oh, okay." your voice sounds unlike your own. "Why?"

"You were drunk and unconscious of your actions," he says firmly.

"But I overstepped my boundaries," you continue, fighting your case.

Neteyam gives you a look that you can't decipher, and it eats away at your insides. He's been giving you these looks for years now, settling into your soul and engraving it so whenever you close your eyes, you could see his expression.

"You, kissing me, is a boundary I'm willing to overstep. Why can't you realize that?"

You gawk at him. His words don't settle in for another five seconds, but when the implications start rushing in, your heart squeezes with the most welcomed pain. "W-what?"

Netetam huffs a frustrated breath, then pinches the bridge of his nose. With squeezed eyes, he sits on his hunches. He says your full name, and you have no choice but to kneel down and sit in front of him as well. 

"I have been trying to court you for 3 years now but you're one difficult woman to impress." 

You would argue that the sound you let out is inhumane. You choke on your breath. "Excuse me?" you try to process his words. "What- I had no idea!"

"No idea? ____, why the hell would I look after your drunk ass if I wasn't the slightest bit interested. I slept here, I made you breakfast, and I'm tidying your home! All to prove that I can provide for you." Neteyam sighs, and you lower your ears at the unfamiliar ‘hell’ word. He seems frustrated and you can only hope it isn't at you. 

He notices your demeanor and softens, gently grabbing your hand. "My love, I weaved you gifts, I always offered you the biggest plays I caught, I invited you to eat with my family several times, and I even got Tonowari's approval!"

While what Neteyam says is inherently true, it holds some falsehood - and this frustrates you. He can't put the blame on you entirely, and you realize that his warrior ego is far too big for him to admit his attempts were simply not enough. 

"No," you say lowly. "The gifts you weaved me always had colors of cordiality on them. You offered my entire family food. And you didn't invite me to eat with your family, Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk did." You count as you list them on your finger.

Neteyam flushes a deep color that compliments his cheeks beautifully, and for a moment you forget the entirety of the conversation. "I asked my siblings to invite you since you were closer to them - I was scared you would refuse if I asked. And whatever do you mean, cordial colors?"

"You know, the colors that indicate a platonic friendship."

He gawks at you. "I don't know of this!"

"Neteyam, you've been in our clan for years, surely, you've heard it somewhere."

"No!" he gets a little panicked. "I just thought you liked those colors, you always wear them."

"Because these were given to me by my friends!" you touch your jewelry for added effect.

Neteyam falls back from his position clumsily, holding his forehead. The view makes you soften entirely - you never thought you'd see Neteyam, always so calm, calculated, and graceful, panicking and awkward like this. He seems like he isn't in control of his actions and feelings which is evidently making him frustrated even more.

You crawl towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder soothingly. He flinches slightly at the touch, and you can see his nape starting to flush a deep color. His body is hot beneath your fingertips, and you can almost feel it thrumming. "Eywa, I'm such a failure. I asked everyone how to court you properly and they gave me these...answers. And I did all of them. All of them-  you didn't even blink in my direction - you,"

He looks at you, eyes blown wide. "You turn me into this clumsy, awkward fool. I hate not being in control," 

“Aww,” you coo, heart soaring. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm down to provide him some sort of comfort. "Neteyam, I like you too. I've liked you ever since you and your family came seeking uturu."

He gasps, "That long? Why didn't you ever-"

"For the same reasons you haven't." you sigh. "I'm always making a fool of myself whenever you're around. Take last night for example,"

Neteyam smiles fondly. "I thought you were adorable, clinging onto me, checking my ass out."

You groan, hitting his arm softly. "I thought you liked me. You don't tease the one you like,"

Neteyam grabs your hand before you can retract it. He pulls you forward until you're almost kissing him. Almost. "Oh, but I think you do," he smirks. 

Face hot, tail twitching, you suck in a breath. 

"So, you like me, and I know I love you,"

You gasp, not breaking eye contact. 

"We wasted all those years for nothing." he huffs, "I could have had you much sooner than this and saved us all the trouble. I shouldn't have asked my dad and Lo'ak for courting advice, they're helpless."

You giggle, putting a hand on his chest. The joy you're feeling is inexplicable, you feel it lingering down to your feet and floating you. His hand covers yours, squeezing it softly. "Yeah, you probably shouldn't have."

"Aren't you demanding," he grins, gaze fluttering down to your lips. "I will court you the right way from now on,"

"You should ask Rotxo," 

He furrows his forehead, "Rotxo? You're joking!"

You swat at his arm with your free hand. "No, I'm not. Rotxo is more romantic than all of you combined. Don't you see how flustered Kiri gets whenever he's around? The man knows what he's doing."

"Are you purposefully trying to make me jealous right now?" Neteyam grumbles, catching your free hand. He presses it to his heart, and you hope this will become a practiced gesture as well. "Don't talk about other men this close to my lips, yawne."

You roll your eyes, though your blush is undeniable. "Jealous already?"

"Always," Neteyam whispers, pressing your palm on his heart. The breath he lets out hits your lips.

"Neteyam, kiss me before I lose my mind."

And he does, softly until it's no longer the lingering touch of his plush lips but the two of you, grinning from ear to ear, unable to kiss due to your uncontrollable smiles. 

[maverickbabes]

Nite full of Bliss

Nite full of bliss

Aged!up!Neteyam Sully x female!navi!Metkayina!reader!

Neteyam is 25 and Reader is 23

Warnings: romantic sex on the beach, semi public sex??, petnames (babygirl, pretty girl, ma girl), slow and passionate sex, mating/tsaheylu, biting, cussing, p in v, angry Neteyam, bullying, some body shaming, disrespectful comments, a small fight scene, mentions of blood, cute and fluff ending.

Summary: While having a romantic sex on the beach hidden from everyone, Ao'nung and his friends stumble upon them. They start teasing Neteyam and making fun and disrespecting y/n, which pisses off Neteyam. He goes after them and eventually they run away from him so he goes back to his mate and cuddles her on the beach.

"Fuck pretty girl, you feel so good" Neteyam moans against y/n's neck as he continues to rock his hips, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of her soaked core. "Teyam" Y/n whimpers as she arches her back off the sand and tilts her head back in pleasure. Instinctively, he wraps his tail around her waist holding her close to him while she wraps her legs around his hips.

Neteyam lifts his head from her neck and watches how she digs her fangs into her bottom lip, drawing some blood while her eyes roll back in passion. He glances down at their linked queues, closing his eyes as he feels her pleasure mixed with his. The waves crashed rhythmically on the shore while the stars twinkled and the moon shone down on their semi sweaty bodies.

"Just like that Neteyam fuck" Y/n moans as her arms give out from under her, causing her to fall onto the sand. Neteyam's hips stutter as he feels y/n squeeze around his length and he feels a whole new wave of pleasure and sensation hits him. "Do that again pretty girl" He praises as he leans down and begins nipping and sucking all along her collarbone and breast.

Ao'nung hears faint moans and whimpers coming from one of the many beaches they had all around so he turns to his friends, motioning for them to follow him. He walks along the trail listening and following where the noises were coming from with his friends close behind him.

He reaches the top of the small hill and sees Neteyam on top of y/n, fucking her on the beach. "Are they hav-" One of his minions starts to say but Ao'nung puts his hand over their mouth immediately shushing him. Once he was sure that his friend would keep quiet, He turned his head back to the couple on the beach and leans up against one of the trees.

"Having fun there you two?" Ao'nung asks smirking as he watches the two jump from the sudden surprise. Neteyam turns his head to see Ao'nung and his friends standing there, staring while they point and laugh at them. He immediately covers y/n's body with his, shielding her from their stares.

"No need to cover her Neteyam, there's not much to look at anyways" Ao'nung remarks as one of his friends gives him a high five as the others laugh and snicker. "Ao'nung that's not cool man." Roxto says as he places his hand on his cousin's shoulder and looks at him in disgust.

Neteyam looks down at his mate under him to see her covering her face as tears silently fall from her face. He can feel his anger bubble and boil inside him as he shields her trembling form from the looks from Ao'nung and his minions.

"I bet her pussy is loose too. Hey Neteyam maybe you should find someone more in your league instead of.. well this" One of the other minions says as they point and motion his hand towards y/n and that was the last straw. Something snapped inside of Neteyam as he kisses y/n gently on her temple then pulls out of her, making sure to cover her intimate parts from their gaze.

He adjusts his loincloth then glares at them, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "You're gonna regret that. All of you." He growls as he lets out an angry and loud hiss, charging after them with Roxto by his side. They all stand there shocked before they snap out of it and make a run for it. He's quick to grab Ao'nung, throwing him onto the sand.

"Argh" Ao'nung growls as he gets up to his feet and charges towards Neteyam. Neteyam grabs his shoulders and knees him in the chest before shoving him away, chest heaving up and down with pure anger. "You leave my mate alone. You respect her. If I hear that you're talking about her like tonight, I won't be as nice. Understand?" Neteyam says as he glares at Ao'nung.

Ao'nung nods his head quickly before running to his friends who were standing there in pure shock. "Go GO" Ao'nung says motioning his hands forward as he looks back at Neteyam for a quick second before running once more. "You okay?" Roxto asks, gently playing his hand on his shoulder and Neteyam looks at him giving him a small smile.

"Yea I'm fine, Just make sure Tonowari has a talk with his son about being disrespectful to other people's mates" Neteyam says as he watches Roxto nod his head before leaving to go have a talk with their clan leader. Neteyam rolls his eyes as he wipes the blood off his bottom lip, spitting the excess onto the sand then turns around to see his mate standing there.

"Y/n" Neteyam whispers as he rushes towards his mate and wraps his arms around her, holding her close to him. "Do you think I'm a slut? Am I out of your league? Am I not as attractive as the other females? Do you-" Y/n rambles, her lips trembling as tears streaked down her face. Neteyam kisses the top of her head multiple times before pulling away and grabbing her face in his hands.

His dark blue hands contrasted against her greenish teal skin as he looks in her bright blue eyes. "Babygirl you are perfect for me. You are perfect to me. You make me fall in love with you every single day and I thank my lucky stars that you let me be your mate and care for you. You are not out of my league, if anything I'm out of yours.

And I don't think you're a slut, to me you are a princess - you are my princess and I love you so much." Neteyam explains and this makes y/n hide her face in his chest, breaking down and sobbing against his chest. "Shh it's okay pretty girl I got you. They won't hurt you or say mean things anymore" He whispers reassuringly as he hold her close to him.

Once y/n was calm and her sobs turned into small hiccups, she removed her head from his chest and looked up at him, eyes glossy from tears. "You are so beautiful ma girl" Neteyam coos as he places a hand on her face, stroking his thumb across her cheek as he wiped away her tears.

"I'm ugly" Y/n mumbles as she looks down at the ground but Neteyam places a finger under her chin, making her look up at him. "You are not ugly. You are so beautiful and I'll always remember how beautiful you are, even when you have our kids you'll still be beautiful in my eyes" He reassures as he brushes some of her curly hair out of her face, making her blush.

Feeling a sudden boost of confidence, Y/n grabs his hand and pulls him along with her, making her way back to where they were on the beach. She grabs his shoulders and pushes him on the sand, straddling his hips as he sits there surprised yet turned on. "Babe" He whispers as he feels her hand trail up and down his arms then his chest.

"What's wrong 'teyam? feeling excited?" She purrs as she grazes her fingertips along his loincloth, making him twitch with excitement. "I need you" Neteyam moans as he flips them over and hovers above her.

"So gorgeous. Ma gorgeous girl" Neteyam coos as he leans down and kisses her neck.

[n0cturn4]

𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚔𝚞

“𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑜𝑟, 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑡 𝐴𝑙𝑙” - 𝑂𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑊𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 (1993)

S𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘚2

In the vastness of the skies, where the stars twinkle like diamonds in a black cloak, a singular creature soars amidst the celestial expanse. On a full moon night, while the stars dotted the dark sky like shimmering diamonds, the unnamed winged creature delved into its deepest memories. There, it revisited the moment when it contemplated the infinite cosmos, its thoughts flying as freely as its wings, yearning to discover more than just the limits of the vast starry sky.

Each night brought with it a sense of restlessness, a silent call echoing in its heart and urging it towards the unknown. It was as if the stars beckoned it on a journey that had yet to be completed, and it was determined to uncover its purpose beyond the beloved constellations.

However, even in its tireless pursuit, the winged creature began to realize that sometimes, the true meaning lay beyond its grasp. As the nights passed and its wings cut through the lonely skies, it found itself enveloped by a growing melancholy, a sense of loss that accompanied it with every beat of its winged heart.

And so, even as it longed to fly away from its village in search of answers, something inexplicable kept it tethered, as if an invisible force held it firmly in place. No matter how much it stretched its wings and soared into the sky, it always ended up returning to the familiar ground, its heart heavy with the weight of a longing that could not be explained.

While the winged creature rested in its tranquil clearing, its wings tucked in for rest, its tail revealed itself as an essential part of its sleeping ritual. Gently curled around a sturdy branch, the tail of the winged creature served as a comfortable support as it surrendered to restorative sleep.

As the winged creature drifted into slumber, its keen senses captured the soft sounds of Pandora's forest. Between the whisper of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal animals, a strange sound broke the stillness of the night: hurried and restless footsteps echoing through the darkness.

Suddenly awakened, the winged creature rose from its repose, its wings extending promptly as it prepared to investigate the origin of the mysterious sounds. Its eyes, shining with silent determination, scanned the surrounding environment, searching for any hint of danger or intrusion.

Among the shadows of the trees, it caught fleeting movements, indistinct shapes darting swiftly through the forest. With senses alert and heart pounding, the winged creature prepared to follow the unknown steps, ready to face any challenge that crossed its path.

This teenage Na'vi, with short hair swaying to the rhythm of his run, contrasted with the slender silhouette of the trees. His furrowed brows in concentration betrayed an urgency in his step.

Watching with fascination and curiosity, the winged creature felt its heart pulsating in tune with the excitement of the night. With wings flexed in readiness, it prepared to follow the Na'vi, guided as much by curiosity as by the determination to unravel the mystery behind the young man's nocturnal run.

As it hovered in the shadows of the forest, the winged creature silently accompanied the Na'vi, its presence almost imperceptible among the towering trees.

As the winged creature approached the teenage Na'vi, it realized that he was no longer in a frantic run, but instead immersed in serene contemplation of the surrounding environment. He paused in a clearing in the forest, his eyes expressing reverence for the beauty of Pandora's nature.

The Na'vi gazed in admiration at the twinkling stars that dotted the night sky, as if each one told a unique and captivating story. His eyes danced between the shadows of the trees and the silhouettes of the forest creatures, capturing the vibrant essence.

In the instant the winged creature approached the teenage Na'vi, a small and unexpected noise echoed through the forest. The sound of a twig breaking under the creature's paw disrupted the serene peace of the night, causing the Na'vi to startle with surprise.

His eyes widened momentarily, capturing the sudden movement of the winged creature. For a moment, the Na'vi seemed tense, his posture stiffened in alertness at the unexpected noise in the calm of the forest.

Aware of its own presence and the startle it caused, the winged creature retreated gently, its eyes expressing a sincere apology for the incident. It raised its wings in a gesture of submission, trying to convey to the Na'vi that it posed no threat.

Despite the differences between the winged creature and the teenage Na'vi, a special connection began to emerge between them, a bond that transcended the barriers of their distinct species. Like distant sisters who reunite after years of separation, they discovered an unexpected affinity, a harmony that flowed between them like a gentle stream.

Though reluctant to part from their newfound friend, the teenage Na'vi recognized the importance of returning home quickly, where he would be safer from imminent dangers. He cast a final farewell glance to the winged creature, promising to return to meet her at a safer time.

The winged creature, though saddened by her new friend's impending departure, nodded in understanding, knowing that the teenage Na'vi's safety was paramount. She waved her hands in a farewell gesture, promising to keep watch and protect the forest until they could meet again. And so, as the night progressed and the stars twinkled in the sky, the winged creature remained as a solitary guardian of the forest, eagerly awaiting her friend's return and the hope of better days.

With its wings tucked in and its tail carefully wrapped around itself, it plunged into a peaceful sleep, seeking refuge in the safety of the cave's darkness.

The soft light of the moon filtered through the natural openings of the cave, bathing the interior in a silvery glow. The distant murmur of the forest echoed through the stone walls, creating a gentle symphony that cradled the winged creature in its comforting peace.

Within the cave, the winged creature found temporary refuge from the concerns of the outside world. It dreamed of distant landscapes, its mind wandering freely among the realms of imagination as it rested under the protection of earth and stone. As it slept, the winged creature breathed deeply, feeling safe and protected in its hidden sanctuary. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that awaited outside, there in the quiet darkness of the cave, it found a sense of peace and serenity that enveloped it like a comforting embrace from nature.

𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ღ

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

[moonlightsolo]

yawnyewla | broken-hearted

summary: the tipani clan, located deeply hidden in the jungle, the people are perhaps the fiercest warriors amongst the extrasolar moon— and you are one of them. you’re an indigenous na’vi, who has recently wedded her best friend, eyturi— but all in one day, everything you’ve ever loved is snatched right out of your hands. on a leisurely flight with your mate, you’re ambushed by the rda, and separated from your ikran and eyturi, causing you to free fall into the jungle below you, right into omatikaya territory; the one place you do not want to be.

pairing: neteyam sully x fem!na’vi reader

warnings: mention of character death, blood, violence, injury, arguing, overall sadness :’( #sorry

note: i’m starting anotha series for y’all <3 u better read it and leave feedback my ego is starving

the bond between a na’vi and their ikran is unlike any other. never to bond with another na’vi, they are like a swapxì- a family member.

to fly is to be free; to be free is to be connected to the all mothers spirit. 

the wind flows through your hair, and the beads that adorn your braids rustle from the gust. you let out an ecstatic laugh, leaning back with your arms extended away from you; mimicking the wings of the bird beneath you. 

your gaze drifts over to your companion soaring beside you, the wide smile on your face mirrors the expression of your mate— eyturi, that is. 

the tipani warrior has been your best friend since the beginning of time. once you both became of age, the na’vi man swooped in to court you before any other man could. resulting in him bonding with you alongside eywa—making him your lifelong mate. 

you have never been happier in your life.

eyturi points at the floating mountain you’re growing closer to. he sends a wink your way as his ikran gains speed to cut in front of you, soaring directly under a waterfall cascading off the island. 

his ikran flaps it’s large striped wings, sending a mist of water directly over your head. the coolness of the liquid chills your heated skin, but you gasp from the shock of it nonetheless. 

your mate peers down at you from above, cackling as he holds his stomach from his laughter. your eyebrows knit in the middle with a determined smirk, “you will pay for that!” your grip tightens on the reins as you fly upwards to him. 

his eyes gawk at your beauty as you ascend in the air, a proud grin on his chiseled face. even knowing you his entire life, your beauty is still extraordinary to him. 

you admire his armor, made from the shell of the mighty txursum, “are you just going to sit there and stare, ma tìyawn?” he questions sassily with the nickname that makes your knees go weak. 

just as you’re about to respond with a witty comeback, something dark emerges from behind one of the islands in the sky. your bloodstream runs cold— the sky demons, they’re here. 

eyturi notices the change in your demeanor, following your gaze to the target that has taken your attention away from him. the sound of the powerful engines of the aircraft grows louder as it barrels toward the both of you. 

“we must fight!” he shouts, “eyturi! it is too dangerous!” you cry out in distress, “we must for our people! for pandora!” he hollers and yips, as he pumps his weapon into the air and takes off toward the gunship. 

you let out a vicious hiss directed at him, “aaah!” frustrated with him from not listening to you. you reach behind your back to slide your bow in front of you before taking off to follow him. 

“yi-yi-yi-yiaah!” you cry out piercingly, eyes squinted menancingly. 

eyturi swoops in upside down over the top of the gunship, taking out the passenger pilot with an arrow. 

his ikran glides down the side of the ship, and disappears behind the side of the mountain to dodge the bullets flying at him. he appears over top of the rocky side, sending another arrow at the sky demon. it hits the one wielding the side gun and pierces the demon right in the chest. 

you soar right on his tail, eyes peering into the inside of the ship as another sky demon replaces the dead one. the gun cocks as it reloads, his finger freely presses against the trigger to send multiple rounds at the two of you.

eyturi circles the plane, dodging one of the engines as the pilots attempts to squash him into the rocky side of a mountain. he’s thrown off guard by the sudden movement, twirling around the ship to the other side. 

you dodge the fire coming from the other side of the ship, twirling and darting through the air frantically.

the ship takes its attention off of you as eyturì bolts beside it with his bow loaded with an arrow. you spin your ikran around to head back and help him, but it’s too late. 

a dreamwalker reloads another round into the gun, the loud click rings in your ears. a devilish smirk is plastered on their face as he the bullets fly right into the chest of eyturì. 

“no! no, no, no!” you cry out in pain as your eyes witness each bullet tear through his torso. his cold eyes trail over to you as he slips off the side of his ikran, breaking the bond with his animal. you let out another heart wrenching shriek as his body tumbles into the jungle below. 

the banshee beneath you whines from your shared pain, screeching and chittering. hot angry tears stream down your cheeks, the droplets smear the red and black war paint drawn onto your skin. 

before you’re able to properly mourn, the ship turns to beeline straight towards you, “come on, keyè! we have to go!” you sob at your banshee. she squaks and darts the opposite way. 

the whirring engines grow closer, and you can hear the shouting of a foreign language coming from demon bird. you drop down under the floating mountains, skimming the tops of the clouds. you swivel your waist to turn around while keeping your knees forward. 

plucking your last arrow from the sack hanging on your shoulder, you notch it into place against the string. sucking in a sharp fearful breath when the gun points downward at you from above. 

it’s now or never— you let out a guttural, bloodcurdling scream as the gun unloads rapid fire shots at you, and the arrow is released from your grip. 

keyè barrel rolls in the sky in order to take the full damage of the bullets to protect you, using her own body as a shield. your throat releases another pained howl as your sister is shot, feeling the burning pain inside of your own chest. 

the banshee releases the bond with you as she plunges toward the ground, “no! keyè!” you cry out after her, scrambling in the air as you free fall 

an explosion lights up the sky above you, sending a wave of heat over your descending body. your eyes stare in shock as the fireball engulfs the side of the mountain, sending shrapnel and debris down to chase you. 

you did it— you hit the engine…

the air whips beside your ears powerfully as your body is helplessly pulled to the ground. you must try your hardest to focus on grabbing the branches, it’s your only hope, but it’s harder than it seems. 

once you pass the treeline, your body is repeatedly striked by splintering wood as you tumble through the branches. your hands scramble to grip onto something to soften your blow, but you’re falling too fast. 

panic ensues when your brain quickly realizes you failed to break the fall. the ground is suddenly closer than it seemed, and your body slams into the ground with a loud crack, landing on your side atop of a log. 

your lungs punch out a pained wheeze, and a raspy sob. your sight fades in and out, but you can see the firey debris barreling towards you. 

with a loud shout, you slide your weak body off the side of the log, landing in a bed of plush grass with another painful thud. it’s a pain you’ve never felt before; it’s blinding, and inconsolable. 

you’re gasping for air as the pain sizzles at your nerve-endings, obliterating your muscles and bones. the debris from the ship lands beside you, barely missing your body— but somehow, you don’t seem to care if you were to be impaled. 

you can feel your consciousness slipping away from you, “eywa… please let me die a warriors death. let me join eyturi…” you manage to shakily murmur before you succumb to the darkness. the grip on the grass loosens as your hands fall limp 

—

“come on! we shouldn’t be out this far! dad is going to have us by our necks!” kiri whines in protest, but still continues to follow her brother and her human friend through the foliage.

“bro, we have to…” lo’ak’s voice fades as he steps a foot over a log. his eyes spot the familiar blue skin of a na’vi laying asleep in the small clearing of grass. you’re surrounded by shards of metal from the gunship that exploded, the one their dad specifically told them to stear clear of.

“dude… is that a na’vi?” spider mumbles from behind him, almost in shock as he looks over his two friends anxiously. 

lo’ak creeps forward slowly until he is fully over the log. the boy approaches your body apprehensively, his head twisting as he examines you, “no lo’ak!” kiri hisses at him, “you have to call it in to dad!” 

the sully boy squats down to your level, leaning forward to get a closer look. he admires the spiked hard-shelled armor that is formed to your shoulder, and travels across your chestpiece. he takes note of the striped paint that is now slightly smeared over your body. 

“i’ve never seen her before. she is definitely not one of us…” one of his hands reach out to press on a point under your jaw to seek out your pulse. 

“wait- she’s alive!” he calls out, his round eyes dart over the two standing off to the side. his other hand rises to his throat, pressing on his comm device to activate it. “dad, we found a girl… not one of us, but she’s hurt.” 

“is she alive?” his father answers, jake sully, the olo’eyktan of the omatikaya clan. 

“barely.” lo’ak huffs as he monitors your breathing. 

“where are you?” jake sully questions with a harsh tone. 

lo’ak shakes his head and takes a deep breath before replying, “just outside of camp… in the forest.. under hallelujah mountains.” lo’ak murmurs, his ears droop when his dad sighs in his ear. from obvious disappointment of lo’ak not listening to his previous orders to stay out of the area.

“wait, father! i’m close to his location, i’ll go.” lo’ak’s older brother, neteyam, joins in on the conversation. 

“alright, boy. go, and bring them all back to camp.” jake mumbles, and the conversation is cut. 

lo’ak’s shoulders slouch in annoyance as he stands up, “neteyam is coming.” he grumbles as he keeps his eyes trained on you.

kiri and spider decide since you’re unconscious, it should be safe enough to join lo’ak in the clearing with your body, “the paint… i’ve never seen anything like it. what clan is she from?”

“i don’t know, but i know she doesn’t look like you guys.” spider laughs almost nervously, and scratches the back of his head. 

kiri is squatted down beside you, one hand perched in the grass between her legs to steady herself. she leans forward, almost nose to nose with you as she admires the art on your skin. 

“and the armor. we don’t have anything like this.” her fingertips gently pokes at one of the spikes protruding from the shoulder plate. 

the loud flaps of a creatures wings stir up the brush of the forest, indicating neteyam has arrived. lo’ak is leaning against the trunk of a tree, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for his brother to come to the rescue. 

neteyam sully, the eldest of the sully siblings. (otherwise known as the golden boy and the mighty warrior) he swiftly lands the ikran in the vegetation beside the clearing, leaping off of his animal to jaunt over to the others. 

he stops in his tracks as he absorbs the scene in front of him, “for some reason, i didn’t actually think you were being serious.” he stifles a chuckle in his throat as he takes a few steps toward you. 

he leans over, placing his hands on his knees as he analyzes your face, “she’s pretty beaten up. are you sure she is alive?” he asks as he slides himself between you and kiri. 

“yeah, bro. she’s alive. i checked.” lo’ak rolls his eyes, and unsheathes his knife to play with the tip of the blade in his fingers. 

neteyam continues to reach down to seek out your pulse to double-check his brothers work. the faint beating of your heart pumps against his index finger, “alright… okay.” he huffs out as he nervously talks to himself. he bends down fully, experimentally shaking at your shoulder to see if you were somehow just asleep. 

he admires your face for a moment, glancing over your skin and a cut that cuts into your cheekbone and through your eyebrow. you seem as if you’re around his age, so you must have made iknimaya… so where is your ikran?

when he tries for the third time, your eyes continue to stay shut. he decides to pick you up, and he slides an arm under your knees. his other arm supports the back of your neck and shoulders as he hoists you into up with a grunt, “i’m heading back to camp. you guys need to get out of here, we don’t know if there’s any thing else out here.” 

“fine.” lo’ak bites back, and storms away in the direction where he left his ikran. kiri gives neteyam a sympathetic look as she passes him, and spider nervously eyes you in his arms as he follows close to kiri. 

neteyam sighs into the warm air before making his way back to his ikran. the animal chitters softly, which causes your muscles to flinch in his hold. he stops in his tracks to look over your body, making sure you’re really unconscious before climbing onto the saddle. 

once you’re laid in his lap, one of his hands wrap around the leather string of the reins, “come on, let’s go home.” he mumbles to the animal, making its wings expand to take off. the banshee flaps his wings to gain momentum as it ascends into the sky, breaching the tree-line as it travels farther into the blue sky. 

the ikran coasts through the air, drifting around other floating islands as she makes her way back home. 

the feeling of cool air whipping past your face makes you smile, but it’s soon turned into a grimace from the pain that awakens inside of your body. you let out a soft groan as you wiggle against something sturdy, yet still soft underneath you. 

your eyes flutter open, instantaneously blinded by the brightness of the sky. maybe, you’re still falling to your demise, or maybe you’re still riding on keyè… through your blurry vision, a pair of round amber-colored eyes meets yours; a male na’vi, but you can’t make out their identity. is it eyturi?

“it’s okay. i’m going to help you.. stay with me!” his deep voice is soothing to you, but it rings deafeningly in your ears.

with the last bit of your strength, you raise your hand to cup his cheek, “ma muntxatan…” your voice croaks out. 

neteyam freezes from the nickname, shocked to his core. something flutters in his abdomen as he takes in what just happened— you called him your husband, your mate.. he almost catches a smile on your paled lips before the darkness clouds your vision, and your body goes limp in his arms once again. 

“ah shit- come on, tawmi. let’s go! yah!” he shakes the reins, urging the ikran to go faster. 

the high camp is located in a cave system that is only accessible to ikran’s through a crevasse in the rocky floor. the animal lands inside with a loud screech, alarming the people that neteyam has arrived with you. 

his father, the olo’eyktan, is standing off to the side speaking to a group of na’vi before turning his attention to the arrival of his son. 

“neteyam!” he shouts out as he strides over to the boy who is already walking up to him. his eyes look over the badly bruised and cut up body in his arms, “woah… okay. gimme her. we gotta get her to norm.” he opens his arms for neteyam to transfer you over to him. 

you whine in your sleep from the pain of being moved, which makes jake rush off even quicker towards the med bay. 

neteyam strides just as quick on his fathers heels, taking a step back when you’re laid down in an empty cot. “norm! over here!” he calls his friend over who rushes to your side with his modern equipment. 

the sully boy stands off to the side, his worried eyes taking in every little thing. he grimaces at the needle being stuck in the crook of your arm, and watches when medicine is pushed through the tube connected to you. 

jake works on unlatching your constricting armor pieces, which reveals even more deep bruising and cuts. norm is handed a retractable tablet from another na’vi, that opens up into a handheld x-ray machine. he scans over your body once you’re rid of your armor, examining your bones that show up on the screen. 

“her top left ribs are definitely broken, and i don’t see any internal bleeding. she just took a nasty fall. most likely has a concussion…” he puts down the x-ray to open your eyelids and shine a light into them, “but no obvious signs of brain injury.” 

“what can you do for her?” neteyam steps forward, his eyes flitting between his father and norm. 

“wrap it and ice it. give her some pain meds and hope for the best.” norm replies as he glances at jake. 

neteyam sighs in disappointment, wishing there was something else he could do for you; for some reason, there’s a little voice inside of his head urging him to protect you. 

“neteyam, go find your brother and sister. make sure they get home safe, ‘kay? your grandmother is coming, so we got this handled here.” jake shoos his son outside of the medical tent. 

the boys tail flicks out of his frustration and his ears flatten on the side of his head. he doesn’t understand why he is forced to go seek out lo’ak, kiri, and spider. they were the ones stupid enough to not listen, and he knows they’ll make it back on their own. 

the boy huffs and turns on his heel to walk out of the medical area. on the way back to his ikran, neteyam runs into his mother and grandmother walking together towards the tent, “mother!” he calls out and jogs to meet her halfway. 

“oh, neteyam.” she looks over her son for any injury before telling the tsahìk to continue on, “what is this girl that i am hearing about?” 

“lo’ak found her in the forest with kiri and spider,” his mother hisses at that sentence, obviously angry from her youngest son disobeying orders, “i was already scouting nearby, so i went to help him. she’s alive, but barely.” he shakes his head stressfully, running a hand over his face. 

“maitan…” she hushes her son, and places her hands on his shoulders, “who is she?”

“i don’t know. she is from a different clan, but she’s wounded, mother.” neteyam gulps anxiously. 

“your grandmother is a skilled tsahìk, she will heal her in no time-.” neytiri is cut off by a loud guttural scream coming from the med bay. 

neteyam and his mother rush back toward the tent, the sound of crashing metal and screaming worsens as they get closer. 

“hey, hey! calm down! we’re not going to hurt you!” jake sully has his hands up in the air as surrender, his eyes widening as he dodges another flying object aimed at his head. 

“you must calm down! be quiet!” mo’at yells at you from the side of your bed, but her voice falls upon deaf ears. 

“no! you are dreamwalker! a sky demon! get away from me! leave!” your voice screeches loudly as you chuck another item at norm’s avatar, “go! get outta here!” jake screams at his friend, who practically shits his pants and sprints out of the tent past neteyam. 

neteyam and his mother watch from the archway in shock from your feral demeanor. 

you leap up from your spot on the cot, squatting like a rabid animal as your wild eyes search for your weapons, “where am i? where are my things?!” you shriek. 

“bring me back to my people!” you grasp a fallen bowl from the tsahìks healing ritual to use as a weapon. you eyes dart over the people around you, chest heaving with exertion with your arm raised; ready to bash anyone in the head with the stone bowl who dares to come near you. 

then you see him. the bright-eyed boy from your dream, the one who saved you. 

the memories from before whirl back into your brain, sending a wave of nausea over your body, and the adrenaline is sucked from your body. your mate, your ikran… 

your balance falters slightly from your legs trembling under your weight. you topple back onto the bed with a sob, rolling onto your side as you painfully weep, “no, no… eyturi…. keyè…”

everything you have ever known has been torn apart in the span of a few hours— now to you your life is meaningless. why must eywa bring you back to pandora? why couldn’t she grant you a warriors death like you prayed for? 

neteyam watches as his grandmother pricks a sharp object at your skin, which somehow sedates you for the time being. your cries slowly fade away as you’re overtaken by sleep; he will never question the tsahìks ways, but it always confuses him. 

neytiri rushes to her husbands side to make sure jake is okay, checking him over as she angrily scolds him. 

neteyam takes a step inside the chaotically strewn room, minding his step as he weaves through the various pieces of equipment that litter the floor. 

“she is hurting very deeply. she has suffered a great loss, neteyam.” his grandmother softly breathes out as her watchful eyes gaze over your sleeping body. 

“what happened?” he pries slightly, eyeing his grandmother through his peripherals. 

“i do not know, but she is mournful. she needs guidance to seek her lost spirit.” she murmurs. 

neteyam watches how your muscles twitch as you come back to reality. how your nose scrunches up when you softly sniffle, and your body that begins to writhe on the rough fabric of the cot. 

you hiss, weakly baring your sharp fangs at the intimidating na’vi that surround you. then your eyes are back on his. 

the hardened expression on your face softens when you see him, turning glossy as more tears fall from your eyes. 

“i’m the olo’eyktan of omatikaya. i swear to you, that we are only trying to help.” he steps forward with his palms facing you, a sign of peace. 

“om-omatikaya..?” you answer as if you’re confused, “you are toruk makto?” you question with a wince. 

“yes, toruk makto!” jake exclaims with a grin, “that’s me.”

“i must to go back to my people.” you wheeze out as you grasp at your side, pawing at the darkened spot on your ribs. 

“you have to heal yourself first. we can do that here, but we need you to cooperate- to trust us.” jake steps toward you hesitantly. the memory of  how you were throwing things at his head still replays in his mind. 

“how will i trust you if i’m surrounded by dreamwalkers and demons?!” you hiss, which makes you grimace and your breath hitch from the pain. 

“they’re our friends. they’re not bad people.” jake tries to reason with you, but he’s met with an angry growl. 

“the tipani do not trust them. we do not engage in any sort of relationship with them.” your voice grows softer before you let out a hoarse cough. 

“the tipani..” neytiri speaks up as she steps forward, sliding around her husbands back to stand in front of him. 

“your people are great warriors…” her strong voice fades out as her mind works to put everything together— the armor, the paint, and the healed scars that litter your blue skin, “known to be the fiercest hunters.” 

you smile from her words, a genuine grin as your eyes flutter back over to the sully boy in the doorway. neteyam feels his chest heat up from your eyes on his, but he pushes the feelings down just as quick.

your body goes lax as you’re suddenly consumed by sleep, eyes fluttering shut. another symptom of whatever his grandmother pricked at your skin. 

“we must let her rest. everybody leave her here with me, i will take care of her.” mo’at looks over your resting body from beside your bed, but nobody makes any movement to leave.

“now! leave!” her voice demands, making everyone scatter out of the room like mice. 

“neteyam, one moment.” she calls to her grandson, making him stop in his tracks to turn her way.

“i see that she trusts you, more than any of us. once she awakens, you must look after her. to make sure she doesn’t…” her hands motion to the mess in the room, “…do this again.” 

neteyam sharply inhales through his nose and curtly nods at the tsahìk, “of course, grandmother.” 

“good. now go to your parents, i need to finish here.” she pats his upper arm as he passes her. 

neteyam walks out of the hut, glancing back one last time to peer at your sleeping form. the boy sucks in a worried breath before disappearing around the corner. 

his legs take him towards home, to his family’s hut in the middle of the camp. when he nears the entrance, he can hear his parents arguing, but it’s more like a disagreement than anything.

movement over to the side startles him, making him squint at the darkness beside the hut. he spots his siblings off to side eavesdropping, “neteyam!” his little sister tuk whispers harshly and motions with her hand for him to come. 

neteyam’s forehead crinkles in confusion as his eyes dart from his siblings and then to his parents inside. neteyam almost falls to the ground when his father abruptly looks his way, but he rolls to the side out of sight. 

small hands belonging to tuk attempt to help him up as he stands to his feet, “you okay?” kiri whispers from behind the little girl.

“yeah, yeah. i just hope he didn’t see me.” his voice is quiet as he breathes heavily. he boldly peeks around the side of the hut to look inside, only to see his parents are still busy talking to each other. 

“jake! my mother, the tsahìk, knows what she is doing! you should trust her!” neytiri hisses at her husband. 

“honey, i do trust her! it’s just that i don’t think we should be harboring this.. this girl. we should give her back to her people, to her clan! they’re going to come looking for her!” jakes voice raises, making his wife snarl in annoyance. 

“you do not listen!” her strong voice rumbles as she paces, “she is hurt, ma jake! she needs us—the omatikaya…” she speaks more softly to him, “we don’t even know where her clan is. they disappeared when those demons returned.” 

neteyam listens closely to his parents conversation with his eyebrows knitted together. 

he wonders why his father wishes for you to leave; maybe it’s because of your behavior, and how you threw multiple objects at his head. he knows his dad is protective, especially when it comes to his family. 

“let’s find neteyam. see how he feels about it.” he hears his dad speak out his name. his ears flatten and his eyes dart frantically over his siblings, “go, bro! or they’ll find us too!” lo’ak ushers him quietly from behind kiri, before stepping up and pushing him forward into the opening. 

just before jake starts to walk out of the hut, neteyam strides inside like he wasn’t just listening to their conversation. 

“um- everything okay? do i need to leave?” he questions stupidly as he busies himself to rummage for fruit in a basket. 

“yes, maite.. everything is okay. your father just wants to ask you something.” his mother speaks with her arms crossed over her chest, obvious frustration on her features. 

the woman motions with her head for jake to continue.

“your mother and i were talking about the girl your brother found, and i’m not entirely sure if it’s safe to keep her here.” jake stands tall with his hands on his hips, his eyes nervously dart between his wife and son. 

“well, grandmother seems to trust her.” neteyam points out, which makes his mother puff of a small bit of air through her nostrils— almost as if she is amused with his answer. 

her eyes stare daggers into the side of his fathers face, which just makes neteyam mentally laugh, “and she put me in charge of her once she is awake.” he takes a bite of the fruit in his hand.

both of his parents swiftly turn their heads to look at him with wide eyes, “she, what?” his mother is the first to speak. 

“she told me that the girl trusts me or something… i’m not sure.” he trails off as he chews, and crosses his arms over his chest as he looks over his parents. 

“well, if the tsahìk says so…” neytiri sharply eyes jake from her peripherals, “then your duty is to look after her.” neytiri curtly nods at her son, but jake let’s out an exhale. 

“do you think her people will come looking after her? will she put us in danger?” his father continues. 

“it may be a possibility, but she’s hurt, sir. you even saw that. she’s badly injured, and we can’t let one of our own out there by herself in that condition.” neteyam tries to calm his dad’s worries, but it seems to send him into a spiral. 

“do you think she had anything to do with that explosion earlier?” jake continues to ask questions, and neytiri scowls and slaps her hands down on her thighs out of annoyance. 

something clicks in his brain, as if a lightbulb turned on and shined a light over the subject, “yes, possibly… when i was bringing her back here, she said something to me about a mate, and then she passed out… again…” neteyam’s eyes look off to the side as his mind works through every scenario.

“because if she had something to do with it, that means the rda are getting closer to us and-.” jakes rambling is cut off by neteyam’s voice. 

“look… father, i’ll speak to her and see what i can get without upsetting her too much, and whatever i hear i’ll bring directly back to you.” neteyam nods softly, and stands up straighter with his shoulders pushed back. 

“okay, boy. yeah, that’s a good idea.” jake rubs his temples with one of his hands over his forehead, “go get some rest, i’ll go find your siblings. it’s gettin’ late and we all need some sleep…” 

jake takes a step towards the exit, and suddenly the group appears around the corner. all three of them yawn in sync as they shuffle inside as if they weren’t just eavesdropping. neteyam sees right through their facade, trying his hardest not to laugh at them.

tuk walks up to neytiri, while the other two tiredly wave and scurry into the pods that branch off from the main living area. 

neteyam takes that as a cue to head to bed to avoid any more questions from his parents. 

all he can think about is you— how badly wounded you are, and the cuts and bruises that litter your skin. he prays to eywa that his grandmother works her magic to heal you. he feels torn between whether to help heal his father’s mind, or to help you… 

the boy tosses and turns throughout his sleep, unable to find a comfortable position— or maybe it’s just his restless mind. he can’t stop thinking about how the previous events of the day played out, and he can’t stop picturing you in his head. 

he swiftly sits up out of his hammock and presses his feet to the floor; he must go see you. the sully boy silently sneaks out of his pod, and creeps toward the exit. he pushes back the drapes of fabric to duck beneath them, stepping outside. 

he takes a sharp breath of fresh air as he slithers throughout the silent village, but when he grows closer to the med bay he hears muffled sobs. 

neteyam peeks past the entrance, only his eyes visible if you would look his way. the first thing he spots is your back faced towards him, and notices that your entire torso is wrapped in a white bandage. you’ve been stripped of your jewelry and armor; the gauze covers your entire chest, even your breasts. 

his grandmother must’ve sedated you enough to allow norm to wrap you up— he wishes he could have seen your reaction when norm came back, oh to be a fly on the wall. he makes a mental note to ask him about it later. 

the light in the tent is dim, casting a golden hue over your trembling body. his own heart tugs at the sight before him, wishing he could go up and comfort you— but he doesn’t want to scare you. you have obviously been through a lot. 

neteyam takes a step back from the entrance, but runs right into a pile of crates stacked behind him. he attempts to rebalance himself, but his legs trip up and sends him hurtling towards the ground. 

your soft sniffles halt, the sound of the cot squeaks under your weight as you move, “who is there?” your shaky voice calls out. 

the boy sighs loudly, mentally cursing himself for being so clumsy. he pushes himself up from the ground to stand to his feet, his ears droop in embarrassment as he rounds the corner. 

you’re now sat up in the bed, with one arm wrapped around your side, gripping the spot where the pain thumps at your ribs. 

your fierce gaze softens when you see the omatikaya boy, “oh… it’s you.” you breathe out as your eyes examine his stature in front of you, “what are you doing here?” 

neteyam clears his throat and stands awkwardly in the doorway, “i’m just making sure you’re okay, but i seemed to have- uh.. gotten lost back there and tripped.” he admits with a chuckle, and scratches the back of his head as he glances to the side. 

your eyes can’t help but run up the expanse of his lean body when his arm raises, admiring how the skin stretches taught over his chiseled muscles. your eyes are quick to dart away from him when his eyes turn to you. quickly, you lay back down in the bed from your sat up position, letting out a pained breath as you lower your back to the cot.

your eyes stare up at the weaved ceiling, tracing each fiber that interlopes with each other, “i’m fine, but i appreciate you for coming to check on me.” your voice bites back in response. 

he takes a few more hesitant steps toward you until he is an arm length away from the bed. his eyes look over the smeared paint on your skin, and the multiple cuts that seemed to have been stitched intricately.

“do you need anything?” he asks softly, his eyes run down your torso before worriedly settling on your face. 

your eyes shift to stare at him, an unreadable expression on your features. you’re unsure why this boy cares for you so much— you are a stranger, an intruder to the omatikayan people. 

“i wouldn’t mind a blanket…” your soft voice breaks the silence as your eyes refuse to acknowledge your request. 

a grin breaks out on neteyam’s face and he curtly nods.

his round eyes search over the room, before spotting the corner of a brightly colored knit fabric. he scurried over to the other side of the room to pull the blanket out of a container, not caring as the lid tumbles to the floor. 

neteyam hurries back over to you, and your hands outstretch to recieve it. he tsks, and shakes his head, “no, no. you need to rest. let me.” he hushes as he carefully drapes the fabric over your lower half and torso, and tucks it underneath your arms. 

he can see the tip of your tail wiggling underneath, which almost makes him chuckle. “there ya go.” he grin proudly for himself as he looks up at you. 

a soft flit of light flickers over your expression, which fills his chest with hope that you’re warming up to him— but it disappears just as fast, and your eyes return to the ceiling. 

“thanks.” your voice exhales out. 

“of course,” he clears his throat before continuing, “if you need anything else, i’ll be back in the morning.” 

you almost let out a laugh at his words, but you stop yourself. you wonder why is this boy so kind to you; you’ve done nothing, but try to attack his people, and insult everyone in the room. you decide to hum and nod in response, instead of laughing. 

you have absolutely no energy to speak to him, mentally and physically. your thoughts are consumed by memories of eyutiri, keyè, and the events that led to your life falling apart before your eyes. 

neteyam takes your silence as a cue to leave, giving you a soft tight-lipped smile— which you, unfortunately, don’t pay any mind to. he turns on his heel, and ducks under the entrance.

it feels as if his mind is even more clouded than before he decided to check up on you. he assumed coming here would help, but it seemed to do the opposite. 

somehow, neteyam feels even more determined to break down your hard exterior; to make you feel at home, to help you along your healing journey, and to finally get to the roots of what happened to you.

he wants to know everything.

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tags: @rannjlkttrt @mazzycherub @lilly12lesry

[fleurriee]

Fleurr, can you do one where the reader is slowly developing memory loss?

here you are, love!! this is a really angsty one that made me shed a little tear just thinking about going through this, but i hope i did it justice <3

pairing ; neteyam x fem!reader

synopsis ; your mind is slowly beginning to dwindle, but neteyam is forever by your side.

themes ; angst!!! with a little fluff, memory loss

Forgetting things was a part of your life now, as permanent as an extra limb.

You don’t recall the first time it happened, the first time you stood there, mouth agape and confusion etched into your eyes, as your brain tried its damned hardest to recall something in particular.

There’s something ironic in that you can’t even remember that.

At first, you knew you’d brushed it off as just a simple mistake, one of those moments, one of those days. But, as those days crept on, it slowly started to diverge from a rare occurrence into a common one.

Sometimes, it would be the smallest of things, things that you could argue you were bound to forget at some point — where you last left your hunting knife, what you had for dinner the night before, little things like that.

It wasn’t until you couldn’t remember someone’s name, where it really started to hit you hard.

And, unfortunately, that it was one of the things you do remember. Probably because of how embarrassed you were about it.

Nothing about that day was any different — you felt the same, you were happy doing the same things, everything was normal. When night had descended upon the clan, and you spotted a group of Na’vi in the near distance, one of them doing a stupid impression of another hunter from that day, that was when things had changed for you.

Turning to Neteyam, who sat beside you as he started to gather your food for you, you had laughed, enjoying the impression, and began to show it to Neteyam. But, the name wouldn’t come to you. You knew that boy, because you’d been hunting with him for what felt like a million times, talking and laughing, so how could you forget his name?

Your laughter had subsided in an instant, a frown creasing your brow, and Neteyam knew almost immediately what happened. Unbeknownst to you, your mate had been keeping an eye on you since the first time he’d noticed you forgetting things. He supposed it was only a matter of time before it would start to get serious.

Tears had welled in your eyes when the slow realisation that this was truly happening to you knocked you back harshly, turning your head away as you slumped down, mentally exhausted. The comfort Neteyam offered was nice, was appreciated, but even he couldn’t fill in the gap that was your fading memory.

One of the hardest things was coming to terms with it all. At first, you’d refuse the notion, your stubborn self adamant that these little random blips were just one-time things, but a little part of you knew that was never the case.

You’d think, after years of living such a way, you’d be somewhat used to it. But, it never gets easier, despite the help those around you offer.

Today was a particularly bad day. Not in the sense of forgetfulness — throughout, you’d managed to not forget anything, with is a miracle in of itself — but, you just felt… off. Your reality was just a constant nagging sensation in the back of your mind, nothing able to coax your thoughts away from it, not even spending time with your mate.

The two of you are sat close together, hidden within the depths of your kelku (home), the materials draped down so as to give you some privacy. Privacy was something you relished in nowadays, thanks to your… situation.

As you huddled with your mate, hands deftly toying with strings and beads as you continued on with making a new necklace for yourself, you began to wonder down into your thoughts, eyes slightly glazed over and unseeing.

When Neteyam noticed your fingers had stopped in their movements, his gaze pointed at you. His heart all but dropped at seeing your expression.

With a deep sigh, almost as though to prepare himself, he gently nudged against your shoulder so as not to startle you. When you bring your attention back to him, he nods down at your almost-formed necklace. “It’s beautiful,” he says, voice gentle, patient, as always.

A faint smile graces your lips, but it doesn’t reach eyes. Your head drops down. “You’re just saying that.”

Neteyam’s instantly there to care for you, a heartbeat barely gone by. He reaches out, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “I would never.”

But, he would, and you know he has done. There’s nothing malicious to it, of course — Neteyam does it to make you feel better, and you’re immensely grateful for it.

He’s not right, though — the necklace can’t be beautiful because it’s wrong. Something’s missing, something important. You blink repeatedly, hoping your mind might change the way it looks, but nothing happens. As your fingers move the necklace between your hands, you try to notice something off — this was a pattern you know you’ve done many times, on many different pieces of your clothing, and yet, you can’t remember.

You can never remember.

This was supposed to be a little gift to yourself, but now it just feels foreign.

“Neteyam,” you whisper, voice nothing more than a caress, shaking. “How do I normally do this? I can’t remember.”

And, there it is — the inevitable.

He can feel his heart clench within its cage at your words, doing his upmost best to keep his face from betraying how it truly makes him feel. He knows you more than likely know, but Neteyam will always do anything to keep you from feeling anything less than you should.

Despite this being nowhere near the first time it’s happened, it’ll never fail to feel like it is. Every time you forget something, it feels as though he forgets it, too. The two of you are in tune together, two bits of invisible string wrapped tightly together. Whatever you feel, he feels, and every time your heart breaks with disappointment, so does his.

With a tight smile upon his lips, his large hand covers yours, gently moving them around as he guides you through. “Here,” he murmurs, allowing the two of you to work together as he swaps some of the beads around, creating the pattern that is oh-so you. “Like this — how you always like it.”

Neteyam shouldn’t be surprised when you lift your head to find tears pooling within your eyes. “I don’t remember,” you choke out, shaking your head in denial. “It’s like… it’s gone. Like a piece of me is missing. It always feels this way, but it never gets any better.”

Ewya, if Neteyam could wrap you up within the safety of his arms for the rest of your lives, he would. He’ll just have to settle for now. And, when he does, your body instantly melts into his, head falling onto his chest as you begin to hear the steady drum of his heart, a lullaby to your ears. “It’s okay. I’ll remind you, every time, you know that.”

The one question that’s always nagged in the back of your mind since this all started years ago forces its way to the front, and you can’t hold it back any longer. Not with the worries always crossing over one another. “What if I forget you one day?”

Neteyam stiffened. He won’t lie, he’s thought of that, too, but, in the middle of the night, when he awoke tossing and turning as he worried more about you, he realised he’d do everything to make you remember him.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, hearing you sniffle away your cries against him. “Then I’ll remind you who I am. I’ll do it every day if I have to. No matter how long it takes.”

There’s silence for a moment, before your arms wrap tightly around him, squeezing like your scared his disappear completely. “Promise me.”

“I promise. I won’t ever let you face any of this alone, yawne (beloved).”

You don’t know how long the two of you stayed like that, wrapped within one another’s embrace and the promises between you. The necklace was long forgotten, memories of your past together flitting in and out, relishing in the love for your mate. And, you would hold onto those memories as tightly as you could, with Neteyam on the other end of the cord, guiding you home each time they dared to slip away.

All you could hear was the almost-drowned-out noises of the clan outside your kelku (home), but Neteyam could hear nothing but the vows he made both to you, and to himself. If you ever got to that point where you forgot, he’d always be there to remind you of who he was. And, he vowed that he’d always be there to fight this slow battle with you everyday, day in and day out. Even if it drained him. Even if it killed him.

Because to Neteyam, you were worth all the hard work, worth all the pain, as long as there was a smile on your face.

Always.

[jakexneytiri]

hi! I noticed ur response to my request just now!

I was wondering if u could still do that request? I can be more specific tho!! something more angsty like y/n feels like a bad mom and she starts crying. also u can include the nighttime and the baby won’t sleep and they’re struggling a lot as new parents <3 so neteyam let’s y/n sleep in the next morning and talks to the baby super cutely? tysm I love ur stuff❤️❤️❤️

heck yeah! ofc i can :)

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neteyam is cleaning up from dinner as you’re attempting to feed your son for the final time tonight. however, your son refuses to latch. he begins to grow fussy, arms and legs jolting around as he squirms in your arms. tears begin to prick your eyes, as your breasts grow uncomfortable, weighing down your chest from the excess of milk building up.

“come on, tsantu.” you coo, gently bouncing your newborn. “drink for mama.” you guide his lips to your nipple once more, hoping he’ll finally latch.

only he doesn’t. instead, he turns his head aside, and begins to wail.

“shh shhhh shhhh, don’t cry.” you hush him, rocking his small frame back and forth.

his cries grow louder as neteyam walks over, a cloth draped over his shoulder. holding his hands out towards you, he asks “want me to take him?”

your lower lip quivers as you look up at your mate. “he-he won’t eat, i don’t know what to do! i can’t not feed him, ‘teyam. but he won’t eat! w-why won’t he eat?” tears are streaming down your cheeks now, crying along with your son.

neteyam sighs. he feels awful, helpless even. he knows everything he’s feeling, you’re feeling twice as much, if not more. “let me take him. when he calms down, you can try again. okay?”

you blink more tears away as you hand your son off to your mate. “i’m s-sorry, ‘t-teyam. i’m an awful mother.” you bury your face in your hands, tears falling harder now as you break down.

neteyam is bouncing your newborn in his arms, gently patting his back.

“my love.” he kneels beside you, one hand reaching out to tuck your fallen braid behind your ear. “you are the most wonderful mother. you’re learning, no one gets everything right the first try. we’re learning, together. right? you and me? i’m right beside you, every step of the way. we will figure this out, together.”

you meet your mates gaze with tear-filled eyes. “together.” you agree, as he places a soft kiss to your lips.

you hadn’t noticed at first, but while neteyam was soothing you with his reassuring words, tsantu had stopped crying.

“ready to try again?” neteyam asks, waiting for your consent before handing your son back.

you take a deep breath in, as neteyam sits beside you. one of his hands cradles tsantu’s head, while the other wraps around you, rubbing your back gently.

“take your time.” he says softly, kissing the top of your head.

you give your mate a half smile before pulling tsantu close, leaving just enough room between him and your breast. you lean forward slightly, your nipple just grazing your son’s lips. he turns his head, opening his mouth to finally latch.

you turn to look at your mate, relief washing over you as you both watch him feed. neteyam continues to rub small circles in your back, kissing the top of your head every now and then. “you’re doing great, mama.”

once tsantu is finished feeding, neteyam carefully scoops him up in his arms. “i will put him to bed. lay back, relax, please. get some sleep, my love.” he plants a kiss to your forehead, thumb brushing your cheek as he helps you lay back.

your eyelids immediately droop, exhaustion setting in. you curl up on your mat for the night, taking only a few moments to fall asleep.

neteyam gives you a half smile, before turning his attention back to tsantu, who is also asleep now. he settles his small body in between the two of you, as he lays down for the night.

“goodnight, my loves…” he kisses both of your foreheads, before making himself comfortable.

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after a few peaceful hours of uninterrupted sleep, tsantu wakes. it starts off as innocent babbles, but they grow louder. soon, the babbles turn into cries.

you sit up, yawning as your eyelids are half open. neteyam wakes too, rubbing his eyes. both of you are exhausted, having barely gotten any sleep. neteyam goes to pick up your son, cradling him in his arms before handing him off to you.

you shift the feathers that are draped over your chest, moving them aside to free your nipple. tsantu is quick to latch, his plump lips immediately drawn to your breast as he feeds.

when he finishes, his lips fall from your nipple, heavy lids drooping as he falls asleep within minutes. neteyam takes him from your grasp, cradling him in between your bodies. his thumb rubs your cheek gently, as he gazes over your sleepy form. “get some sleep, beautiful. i love you.”

your hand reaches up to cover his, as you close your eyes. “mmm…iloveyoumore…” you mumble, falling back asleep.

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tsantu is first to wake, naturally. his babbles growing loud enough for neteyam to hear, rousing him from his sleep.

“what’s that, my little warrior? hm?” he gently picks tsantu up, planting a kiss to your forehead before walking him over to the front of your marui. neteyam grabs the sling you both use to hold tsantu to your chest. carefully, he slips tsantu’s tiny arms and legs through the sling.

tsantu kicks and pats his hands against neteyam’s chest, babbling happily.

“oh, is that so?” neteyam asks, like he understands exactly what tsantu is saying. tsantu giggles, squealing happily as his tiny hands hit neteyam’s chest.

“you love mama? i love mama too.” he glances over at you, sleeping soundly on your shared mat. “how about we cut some fruits for her to have when she wakes, hm?”

[simpforboys]

set fire to the rain

neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: your relationship with neteyam was beautiful until the return of the sky people. now you have to adapt your life to things you would never expect.

warnings: angst! fluff in the beginning-middle, swearing, character death, pregnancy, unknown pregnancy, mentions of smut aged up! character

based on set fire to the rain by my queen adele

this is a long one but i’m actually so proud of it, let me know what you all think <33 (not proof read)

𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚝

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎

you met neteyam when you were seven years old. neteyam was eight. he was taller, quicker, and wiser. it never changed as he grew into a teenager.

he always was a shining star; the prince of the omatikaya clan. it wasn't until you had turned seventeen, neteyam eighteen, when you would become his true shining star.

you were happy with another man, going to mate officially with him once you turned eighteen in a month. but the plan quickly changed once you saw him courting another woman under the tree of souls.

your heart shattered as you watched them mate, the woman unknowingly taking your place. you would never forget the way it felt for your heart to drop completely.

but neteyam was quick to pick you back up. he had watched you from afar ever since being juveniles, an unknown presence drawing himself to you.

your depressive state hit him more than he would like to admit it, but he strived to make you see him the way he saw you.

it took months, but eventually, you found yourself falling for the prince. he made you feel something no other man has made you feel before.

"where are we going, neteyam?" you questioned the boy as you closed your eyes, following the sound of his excited voice.

"somewhere special, ma y/n. mawey (calm)."

your once broken heart fluttered against your chest. your tail wagged happily behind you, neteyam's own following your pattern as he took you to his place.

his place he went to when his father got too much for him, a place that he felt his best. "open."

you opened your eyes, adjusting to the bright nightlife that surrounded you. the plants glowing blues, pinks, purples, and about every color you could think of.

seeds from the tree of souls soon landed on top of you and neteyam, eywa's ultimate sign.

"y/n, there is something out there that is telling me that we are meant for each other. i can never get you out of my head, the feeling i get just when you are around me- i cannot even describe it,"

your heart pounded as your ears fell flat, signaling you were listening intently to his words. the na'vi man grabbed your hands in his.

"it would be the biggest honor if you were to mate with me."

"oh, neteyam." you practically jumped against him, pulling the tall man into your embrace. your tail instinctively wrapped itself around his own, pulling each other closer.

"oel ngati kameie (i see you), y/n."

"oel ngati kameie, ma neteyam."

neteyam placed his soft lips gently against your own, the feeling magical as he finally got to hold you the way he always wanted to.

"i will protect your heart, mind, and soul while i live." he mumbled against your skin.

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𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎

a year went by of you and neteyam being officially mated. it wasn't until the sky people had returned when your lives flipped upside down.

jake had taken you under his wing when neteyam brought you home, allowing you the option for mo'at to help train you as tsahìk. but you had turned it down, preferring to hunt and live a freeing life.

the night neteyam broke the news to you was right after lo'ak had almost gotten him killed.

you were making dinner in your little hut, waiting for your mate to return from the meeting with his family.

the tall man was silent as he returned, picking at his fruit while you ate.

"are you going to tell me what is troubling you?" you questioned him.

you began to get worried as you watched his lips tremble.

"i have to go, ma y/n."

you placed your hand on his stripped knee, stomach turning as you stared at his broken face.

"what?"

"the sky people are after me and my family... we must leave the clan to protect everyone."

you stayed quiet for a minute, trying to process what he had just told you. "then i am coming with you."

"no- it is too dangerous."

neteyam went to stand, you quickly following his lead.

"neteyam-"

"ma y/n, please," it was the first time you had seen him cry. his voice was shaking as he ran a hand through his long braids.

"please stay here. it is not safe for you to come."

"i cannot lose you, 'teyam."

your mate pulled you into his embrace, your head resting into the crook of his neck as you both sniffled.

"you will not lose me, i am just going to be away for awhile."

"how are you going to protect me?" you asked him quietly, tears rolling off your cheeks and onto his chest.

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𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍

'𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

it had been months since neteyam left you. everyday your heart yearned for him, needing to see and hold your mate once more. but you knew your people needed you, so you continued to stay.

as the days went past, your heart continued to grow heavy. you had been complaining to mo'at of a stomach ache for a week now, neither of you knowing how to treat it.

but when you were sleeping, a voice woke you up gently.

norm's eyes met yours, an apologetic yet scared look on his face.

"jake just called, he said something is wrong with kiri. do you want to come with us?"

you quickly jumped up, rushing after the group of dream walkers. the pain in your stomach grew tighter as you called your ikran.

"we go!" you said to the group, jumping onto your purple ikran with gold accents.

you glided next to the avatars as they flew in a helicopter, your mind racing as the edge of the forest grew closer.

you were gripping onto the hold of your ikran in pain, a gust of wind faltering your movement.

neteyam…

it sounded like someone was warning you. a chill ran down your spine as you looked around.

"we have to loop around, y/n." norm called out. you nodded, not forgetting the eerie spirit that called out your mate's name.

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the journey was long as your tired eyes threatened to close every minute. you had no clue where you were going, following the helicopter full of dream walkers.

as you let out another yawn, you opened your eyes fully to see the clearest water you have ever seen. you couldn't help but marvel at the sight, seeing every coral and creature that lived.

"alright, closing in." you heard norm speak.

you straightened your back and adjusting your clothing garments, preparing to meet your mate. what if he found someone else? what if he didn't want you to come?

the thoughts ate away at you as you saw the clan of reef people. you couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving your people, your stomach aching once more.

your ikran roared as the helicopter landed on the sand, a crowd forming around as you narrowed your eyes. your gaze on jake, your father-in-law.

you let out a deep breath as you landed your ikran, jumping off the creature and disconnecting your queues.

"y/n?" jake asked, releasing norm from a strange embrace.

"where is neteyam?" you questioned him. you both looked exhausted, despite jake being directly on the peaceful ocean.

"he is with kiri."

you could feel people's eyes on you, judging your appearance, fawning over it, or confused on why you showed up.

you nodded at your father-in-law, following after norm and jake as they rushed to help kiri.

they approached a marui pod, your heart rate suddenly picking up as your previous thoughts filled your head. your chest hurt from anxiety and you couldn't help but peek in the pod.

there sat tuk, neytiri, lo'ak, and neteyam.

"y/n?" tuk gasped in excitement, noticing the feather and beads she braided into your hair one night.

your body appeared from the entrance, everyone's ears dropped as the sun gave you a silhouette.

"y/n!" tuk ran over to you, hugging your stomach tightly as you hugged her back. neteyam quickly stood up, believing it was all a dream.

as tuk let go, your eyes built tears as your mate approached you.

"ma y/n?" he asked softly, almost scared to believe you were really here with him. you nodded, hugging him tightly.

back in your mate's embrace, it felt as if every thought was swept away. until you heard, "neteyam" whisper past your ear, wind rushing into the pod.

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𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜

𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

neteyam had taken you out onto the beach that night, happiness in his body; an emotion he hasn't felt in months.

his hand held yours as you two walked on the cold sand, your toes scrunching against the dirt-like substance. the sound of the waves was like music to your ears.

"i cannot believe you are here," neteyam said. it was hours after norm left, sunset dawning over pandora. the sky a deep purple, illuminating both your white freckles.

"we do not get sunsets like these in the forest," you teased.

neteyam grinned down at you, watching as you sat on the sand. he followed your lead, stars softly coating the sky.

neteyam laid down, not caring about sand getting stuck in his hair. you laid on his chest, cuddling against him as you gazed on the pretty eclipse.

"i could not last another day without you, ma neteyam," you admitted. his calming heartbeat reassured you everything, his hand gently running up and down your bicep.

"i hated being away from you... but you shouldn't have come, y/n." your mate replied.

you frowned at his words, leaning up so you could look down on his glowing features. "whatever comes, we will tackle it together. we will protect each other."

“i promise you, we will go home together.”

you leaned down to press a nurturing kiss on his plump lips, his hand moving to your lower back. he pushed you closer to him, desperate for your attention he has so longed for.

that night you reconnected on the beach, unknowing it would be the last peaceful night you share.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗

life seemed to be going by too quickly. the next day, the tsahìk, ronal, had her spirit sister and calf die. your heart ached for the poor woman, never wanting to lose your own ikran.

neteyam held your hand as the metkayina people grouped together, doing cultural shouts. you looked at your mate, holding onto his bicep as jake calmed the crowd down.

"you tell the tulkun that if they're hit by one of these they're marked for death, okay?" jake announced, showing a tracking dart.

your eyes trained on the bright yellow dart, you didn't notice lo'ak slipping out of the marui pod. "c'mon," neteyam grabbed you.

"no way you're going out there, baby brother." neteyam said to lo'ak as you watched the brothers.

"i have to warn payakan about the sky people," lo'ak remarked.

"no, i've got to keep your skxawng (idiot) ass here."

you heard your mate sigh before he continued speaking.

"why do you always have to be so difficult?"

"no, you mean why can't i be the perfect little soldier like you?"

"lo'ak-" you intervened, the boys' gaze landing on you. you gave the younger boy a back-off look.

lo'ak scoffed at you, continuing his rant.

"i'm not you! he's my brother, i'm going." lo'ak's words were filled with rage.

"no, i'm your brother!" neteyam yelled at his brother, seeing him dive into the water.

"lo'ak! get back here you- ugh!" neteyam shouted in frustration.

"we must go after him!" neteyam announced as a few other metkayina people approached, named tsireya, ao'nung, and rotxo.

you jumped onto neteyam's ilu, holding tightly onto his lower waist as you sucked in your breath. the familiar twist of your stomach appeared, your heart thundering in your chest as you felt your mate grip your thigh.

as you all approached lo'ak, your eyes marveled at the massive creature that befriended lo'ak.

"help! he's been hit!" lo'ak shouted, all of you jumping onto the animal. you let out a gasp as the tulkun had a tracking dart on him, your eyes shifting up to see kiri and tuk approaching.

"y/n- what is happening?" tuk asked, holding onto your hand as you helped her onto the tulkun.

you turned around, seeing a ship approaching.

"neteyam!" you announced. everyone moved quickly as the ship continued to approach, lo'ak calling for backup to jake.

time moved too quick as the teens finally yanked the dart off payakan. "i will throw them off!"

neteyam took off on the ilu as you urged tuk and kiri onto one.

tuk held onto you, frightened by what was happening. none of you went very far as submarines were hot on your tail, splitting you all up.

you made sure to not lose tuk as you were struggling to hold your breath, not being prepared like your family was.

you soon found an air pocket, making sure tuk was with you as you sucked in deep breaths.

“i’m scared.” tuk admitted to you, her voice shaky.

“it is okay, i will get you back to neytiri and jake okay, i promise.” tuk nodded as tsireya swam into the air pocket with lo’ak.

“we have to get away,” tsireya said.

“we’re trapped.” lo’ak’s energy was full of frustration.

neteyam…

the voice once again whipped past your ear, making it falter.

“you three just need to escape, i will try to hold them off.” you told them.

nodding in agreement, you sucked in a deep breath as you swam in front of them. a force pushed you back, and you quickly realized that a net had caught tsireya and tuk.

you swam up to the surface, gasping for air as you called for your ikran.

the creature quickly scooped you up from the ocean water, your body dripping as you flew off to try and meet jake and neytiri.

your eyes narrowed as you saw another ikran approaching. “neytiri!” you shouted out.

she flew next to you, panic written on her face.

“they took tuk and lo’ak.”

she hissed in frustration, speaking to jake in their ear pieces. “you will keep watch for us.”

you didn’t argue with the mother, your mind too far gone into panic.

and as jake stood off with the sky people, your body slowly dried off from the sharp wind.

but when payakan leaped out of the water and took out people, you couldn’t help but notice your mate jump onto the ship.

the reef people and neytiri rushed into war, trying to give you all time to escape. you flew down next to the ship, jumping off to meet neteyam.

“y/n, get tuk and tsireya out of here!”

“girls go!” you barked the command, watching as they dove off safely.

neteyam hissed gently, mad you didn’t follow them. “together, remember?”

“we need to get spider!” lo’ak announced, taking off into the ship.

neteyam rushed after him, you quickly on their tail.

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But I set fire to the rain

Watched it pour as I touched your face

Well, it burned while I cried

'Cause I heard it screaming out your name

Your name

neteyam…

you once again felt chills run down your body, your mate’s name being called out to you.

“ma neteyam,” you whispered. you didn’t get another chance to speak before the boys jumped down to fight off the sky people, protecting their friend, spider.

“okay, let us get out of here!”

a gunshot sounded next to your figures, making your already anxious heart worsen. neteyam pushed you all forward, urging you to get off the ship.

fire igniting from the inside of the ship, ash forming on all your bodies.

“give me this!” he took the gun from lo’ak, shooting off some sky people as spider and lo’ak dove into the ocean.

“y/n, go!” neteyam commanded.

you opened your mouth to speak, but your mate’s name was being chanted in your head.

neteyam… neteyam… neteyam… neteyam…

“y/n!” he shouted, pulling you out of your trance. you jumped into the ocean, feeling the wave of another body next to you.

your head was ringing as you kicked your feet to the surface, your stomach pain stopping as your heartbeat slowed.

you looked around for your mate, feeling as if the rushing time had now stopped.

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I set fire to the rain

And I threw us into the flames

When it fell, something died

'Cause I knew that that was

The last time, the last time

“i’m shot,” he moaned out in pain.

the words rung in your head, making your vision fuzzy. tsireya called an ilu, all of them forcing neteyam on the animal.

you jumped onto the animal, the chant continuing as neteyam leaned onto you for support.

his blood seeped onto your breast as jake met you all on a rocky island, helping you grab your injured mate.

your body was numb from shock, seeing your mate bleed out as neytiri now joined you.

neteyam was gasping for breath as he grabbed your hand. you gripped onto him, now coming back to reality.

“ma neteyam-“ you choked out.

“i’m sorry,” he apologized to everyone.

you ran your hand against his forehead to his cheek, tears pouring from your darkened eyes.

“i cannot lose you, 'teyam.” you cried, staring into his once bright eyes that were now dull and lifeless.

“y/n- i-“ neteyam choked out, but his sentence was never finished as his grip loosened.

the familiar feeling of your heart dropping now returned, one you would never wish upon anyone.

and as his soul slipped away, the ringing stopped. there was no more chanting, nothing but silence.

and then neytiri began screaming from grief, jake trying to calm her down.

too overwhelmed with shock, you stared down at your mate. his once happy, bright, wise soul now with the great mother.

you hadn’t even noticed jake and neytiri left, the only noise that you processed is the sound of the waves hitting the rock. tsireya was crying with lo’ak, saddened over the loss of the mighty warrior.

you placed your mate’s hand on your chest, relishing in the moments you spent together.

flashbacks stuck in your head from the night he left you, the night you two shared just a few days ago.

your ears were downturned as tears fell onto his wrist, eyes closed as you tried to feel your mate.

“i can’t feel you-“ you sobbed quietly.

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Sometimes I wake up by the door

That heart you caught must be waiting for you

Even now, when we're already over

I can't help myself from looking for you

the night of neteyam’s funeral you went to ronal for stomach pain.

the ceremony was beautiful, watching your mate have his energy be taken back by eywa. and while you were still in disbelief, you will never forget how the bright life engulfed him.

he was always so filled with light and joy, sharing it to others. he had the ability to cheer anyone up, and it made him adored by many.

and you will continue to keep that memory of him.

she was cleaning her home, her pregnant belly bulging as she came over and placed her finned hand directly on your stomach.

“you are pregnant.”

three years later

“zerok! be careful!” you laughed, chasing after your son.

you scooped him up in your arms, blowing against his belly as he giggled from your antics.

he wiggled out of your arms, continuing to run over to the beach. your son loved playing on the sand with the other kids, babbling with them as they played with nature.

you watched as your son approached a crying girl, cocking his head. he didn’t say anything, just began to hug her.

and when you realized the sight, tears began to build in your eyes. zerok looked identical to neteyam and you only hoped he would get his personality too.

you saw your deceased mate in zerok, a strong wave of emotion washing over you as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

that night, you took zerok to the spirit tree of the metkayina clan. you had resided there for the years as your mate was with their ancestors, not yours.

“ready, baby?” you smiled down at your son, helping him swim down to the tree.

you carefully connected his queue to the tree, following yours after. and as you closed your eyes, you felt like you were being sucked back.

your eyes opened, the sound of purring coming from a few feet away. the figure was hidden by brush as you cautiously pushed it away.

there, you saw neteyam. he was holding zerok in his arms, cradling him to sleep.

you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, scared that if you were to blink everything would disappear.

“there you are, i was beginning to worry about you.”

neteyam’s voice was gentle, a soft rasp hidden behind his vocal cords. he turned around, his face faltering once he saw you crying.

“why are you crying?” he asked, reaching his hand up to wipe away your tears.

“i just love my boys so much,” you said. pressing a kiss to zerok’s temple, neteyam leaned down to press his forehead to yours. you heard him sigh as he spoke.

“let’s go home.”

[lovemyavatar]

Temptation

| Neteyam x F!Avatar!Reader |

Summary: when you aren’t busy getting into trouble with the oldest Sully, his brother is more than happy to provide some entertainment

Warnings: angst, broody/mean Neteyam, drunk shenanigans, long af, brief smut-ish

dialogue in Italics is Na'vi translated to English

chapter one

Chapter Two

“Put your hands here.” Neteyam's voice is low, focused as he firmly guides the boy's fingers around the string of his bow.

He gives a slight nod of approval, motioning for him to hold the position. He's barely taken a step back, poised to move onto the next Avatar waiting patiently for instruction, when a distinct thwap catches his attention.

His head jerks to the side, eyes instantly narrowed in warning. He acts before his brain has time to catch up, strong legs closing the short distance to the end of the line in only a few long strides. His heated gaze flicks over your taunt form, where you've clearly just shot an arrow without permission.

To his dismay, a sick sense of pride wells in his chest as his eyes flick toward the target, lingering on the arrow that’s landed dead center. He shoves the feeling deep down, welcoming poignant frustration as it creeps into the hallow space left behind.

When close enough, he doesn't hesitate to harshly rip the bow from your hands, lips pulling into a frown at the sight of your pleased smirk. Wide, mischievous eyes glimmer up at him, and he seethes.

“Tiftang si (stop it). I told you to wait.” He glowers at you, chin dropping in a way that should be intimidating.

Instead, it ignites the fire raging in your lower belly, fanning the flame of desire that's been brewing for weeks. You blink up at him, feigning innocence despite the fact that you're clearly trying to rile him up. It's become a game of yours, to see how far you can push before he snaps.

It doesn't take much these days. Early on, you decided to use the way your eyes seem magnetically attracted to him to your advantage. You watch him. Study the most minute of reactions, the almost imperceptible ways his face pinches when he's nearing the end of seemingly endless patience.

After nearly two weeks of constant training, he's been...different. Still the picture of a flawless rising leader, with his stoic and firm nature. But the tiny moments between you have increased. The lingering glances, roaming hands...you suspect he thinks you haven't noticed, but how could you not?

“We're not children, Neteyam. It wouldn't kill you to move a little faster.” One of your hands extends forward, aimed for the bow, and he's quick to place it behind his back, out of your reach.

His ears flatten, the sound of his name on your lips making his stomach twist with an uncomfortable feeling. His tail swishes from side to side, and your gaze drops to the irritated movement before finding his again.

Warmth blooms under the skin of his cheeks, so he dips his head, letting a few stray braids cover his face.

“From now on, you go last.” He mutters, quickly averting his eyes as he moves back to the next Avatar in line.

A satisfied smirk tugs at your lips, arms crossing to appear unaffected as the lesson continues.

The following days go on much like this, with you ruthlessly digging your way under Neteyam's skin while he does everything in his power to retain what's left of a crumbling resolve.

A rough sigh falls from his lips as he stalks toward the base of Home Tree. The muscles between his shoulders ache from coiling so tightly, but he hasn’t been able to relax for days. Truthfully, he hasn’t so much as taken a deep breath since the Sky People landed on Pandora two weeks ago.

He’s worried, scared, even. For his people. For his family.

It's a foreign feeling, one he hasn't confronted before. Not to this magnitude. He's never laid awake at night, wondering if, along with the emerging sun, the next day will bring unimaginable loss. The thought alone tears him up inside, makes him weary and anxious beyond belief.

Everyday begins with a debriefing with his father. And everyday he desperately tries convincing him that he’s capable of more than standing by the sidelines. He aches to be a part of the conflict, to help his clan in their path to victory.

He’s a warrior just like the rest of them, having completed his Uniltaron (dream hunt) before the enemy’s arrival. He’s a warrior, and a skilled one at that, so the fact that his father won’t even entertain the idea of him fighting alongside his people is infuriating.

Something dark and twisted curls in his stomach, the whisper of newfound petulance nagging at him. He’s never questioned his father’s orders, never faltered in his practiced role of the perfect oldest son.

But lately…it’s been weighing heavily on his shoulders. The expectation, the responsibility, it’s all too much. There aren’t enough hours in a day to watch over his siblings, The People, and adequately prepare for upcoming battles.

The threat of full out war grows closer with each passing moment, and there’s only so much space for the pressure to build within him before something has to snap.

He doesn’t feel like himself, not accustomed to being so on edge all the time. He’s been irritable, snapping at anyone and anything at the slightest inconvenience. He isn’t sleeping, partially because of his brother but mostly because his mind never stops racing.

The days are no better because then there’s…you.

He can’t escape you. Can’t avoid your persistent nature. He's never dealt with someone like you before. There's Lo'ak, of course, with his mischievous tendencies. But you...it's like you do it on purpose. Like you get a kick out of his frustrated reactions.

It's impossible to miss the satisfied twinkle in your eye every time he snaps or prods at you. And it confuses the hell out of him. You confuse him because despite it all, despite the fact that he doesn't like you his traitorous heart skips a beat when your challenging gaze meets his.

Every. Single. Time.

He should hate you on principle alone. You're everything he isn't. Loud, boisterous, overly confident. Though he would never admit it, he's grown fond of your dynamic. His entire life, he's been revered and respected by the clan, treated with the utmost respect that the son of Toruk Makto deserves.

It's stifling.

No one has ever challenged him. Never spoken out of turn or questioned his teachings. So, despite the spark of anger your actions cause, a deeply repressed part of him likes it. Appreciates the defiance because it means you don't view him as some unobtainable leader-in-training, but as an equal.

It's something he's never had before, a strong presence at his side. Arguing and bickering with him like they aren't afraid to offend the future Olo'eyktan. With it, comes an unfamiliar warmth that settles in his lower belly, the beginnings of an affection he's nowhere near ready to accept or acknowledge.

He was doing well, clinging onto what's left of his restraint, until one early morning caught him by surprise.

He found himself wandering through the upper levels of Home Tree during a rare few hours of peace. To his great relief, Kiri had been tasked with giving the Avatars a tour of the village that morning.

His father wanted them to get accustomed with all aspects of Omatikayan life in these brief moments of calm between training and battles with the Sky People. An order he found himself grateful for as he savored the unusual quiet.

A long-forgotten ease worked its way back into his muscles, stiff shoulders finally uncoiling as he climbed, clutching onto these fleeting moments of solitude. That is, until a quiet grunt sounded from above, making his ears twitch with recognition.

His brow pinched in confusion at the sight of you, dangling from a thick tree branch near the sea of swaying hammocks. His head tilted back, curious gaze trailing over your wobbly form. He was momentarily stuck in place, reduced to simply watching as you slowly made your way down the length of the branch.

Your expression was tight with determination, shaky limbs losing their inexperienced grip with every other movement. His legs moved before he knew what was happening, a strange tightness strangling his heart.

“What the hell are you doing?” He barked, narrowed eyes boring into you pointedly as he easily hoisted himself up one level.

Your head swiveled to the side, eyes widening briefly before a soft smile pulled at your lips, face relaxing as if you weren't hanging a hundred feet from the ground.

“Oh, hey Neteyam.” His name was a breathy sound from your tongue, and he cursed his weak stomach as it flipped.

“You're supposed to be with the other Avatars.” His eyes scanned your body, lingering on the loose hold your legs had around the branch.

His fingers curled into fists in an effort to keep them at his sides. For some reason, he ached to reach out, to grab you firmly and pull you from the precarious position. He settled for watching every twitch and sway of your muscles, tensely poised to bring you back to solid ground if necessary.

“I got bored.” Your shoulders raised in a casual shrug, nearly throwing you off balance.

A tiny gasp lodged in your throat, arms tightening around the tree limb. Rough bark scratched at your skin, heart racing at the possible danger. It didn’t spark fear within you, but rather excitement.

You’d been craving more since arriving in the village, and decided to make your own fun when training became too monotonous. Neteyam's jaw clenched, unable to stop himself as he closed a bit of the distance, taking a small step toward you.

“Learning the ways of my clan is boring?” There was a teasing lilt to his voice, though he still watched you closely.

Your eyes found his in a pointed stare. “You know that's not what I meant. I'm just picking up on things faster than they are, so...”

“So you abandon training when it doesn't interest you. How very humble.” He murmured, head cocking to the side in a show of mock interest.

Your hands and feet called out in protest, tired muscles quaking more with each passing moment. Your nose wrinkled, tiny huffs leaving your parted lips as you tried pulling yourself up, to no avail.

“Oh, yes. That means a lot coming from you. Neteyam Sully, the picture of humility.” A breathy chuckle rumbled your chest, despite the twinge of panic curling in your stomach.

From there, everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. You tried a different approach, one arm lifting to hook around the branch. Your other arm almost instantly gave out under the increased weight, muscles too spent to hold you up for even a moment longer.

Your legs quickly followed suit, releasing their weak hold. It was only a split second, only a fleeting moment that your body spent plummeting toward the ground. But your stomach still churned, bile rising to your throat when nothing separated you from the hard, unforgiving earth.

In a flash, a firm pressure wrapped around your waist, hauling you up harshly. You stumbled, feet barely catching on rough bark before losing grip, sending you flying forward. Breath caught in your lungs, arms blindly grabbing onto the closest thing available to right yourself.

Neteyam stepped back, guiding you away from the edge, arm tightening around your middle as you fell into him. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, feet finally finding stability beneath you. The two of you settled, muscles pulling taunt as your close proximity became apparent.

Only a few inches existed between you, heaving chests nearly touching with each ragged breath. Your eyes slowly trailed up, following the pattern of deep blue stripes along his collar bone, up the column of his throat, until they locked with molten yellow.

“My hero.” The quip was shaky, less confident than you hoped as your skin burned in each place he touched.

Long fingers twitched against your side as his hold tightened almost unconsciously. His lips pulled into a frown, eyes narrowing in warning. The fact that you were still making jokes, still unable to be serious for one single moment—even after nearly falling to your death—irritated him to no end.

“You are reckless.” He hissed, heated gaze scanning your body, as if making sure you were really okay.

Heat washed over your skin under the weight of his stare, stomach turning with anticipation. You couldn’t help but inch closer, body moving on its own volition as you pressed your hips into his. He stiffened against you, but made no move to pull back.

“But it’s charming, isn’t it?” You murmured, blinking up at him innocently, a small smile curving the corner of your lips.

A low growl rumbled his chest, fingers of his free hand balling into a fist at his side. His gaze snapped up to meet yours, pinning you in place with the intensity raging behind bright yellow. Heaving breaths mingled, melding within the minuscule space that remained between you.

You admired his tight expression, having never been this close before. Your eyes grazed over each stripe, counting the glittering freckles that dotted smooth skin. Meanwhile, his gaze dropped to your mouth, unable to look away as his heart thumped harshly in his chest.

He was burning up, a sensation so hot and unfamiliar igniting in his belly that it urged him forward, head jutting toward yours minutely. His breath hitched at his own actions, the tip of his nose brushing along yours as he swayed, suddenly feeling lightheaded.

His mind went hazy, thoughts jumbling in a conflicting mix of desires. To push you away, to bring you closer. But he was frozen in this torturous limbo, unable to do either. His heart constricted in his chest, air leaving him in short pants.

You couldn’t take it for a second longer, hands moving to sink into the braids at the base of his skull, lips claiming his in a searing kiss. You swallowed his strangled sound of surprise, mouth slanting over his. After only a beat of frozen tension, he responded with equal passion, free hand cupping the side of your neck firmly.

Your lips fought for dominance, his claiming yours with bruising force while you nipped at his skin, fingers tugging lightly at his hair. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped him, arm unconsciously tightening around your waist to pull you flush against his front.

He spun you quickly, pressing your back into rough bark. At your sudden gasp, his tongue dove into your mouth, clumsily exploring. His heart thrummed so violently in his chest he feared it may break through the skin. His stomach burned with a tightness, a mix of emotion he had yet to experience.

Of course, he’s found other Na’vi attractive. He’s had fleeting crushes here and there throughout his life, but he’s never acted on it. Never had the time or interest to give any women his attention. He’s never explored this aspect of life, never allowed himself the pleasure of feeling another’s skin on his in such an intimate way.

And now, within only weeks of knowing you, he’s lost all resolve. Years of restraint crumbled in only days—mere moments under your tempting presence enough to make him lose his mind.

As your lips continued battling for the upper hand, his mind raced, warring thoughts making him feel woozy. The fact that you’re the one that’d broken him, the one to shatter the plan he made to wait, to save these kind of experiences for his mate…it makes him burn.

“Neteyam?” At the rough call of his name, the two of you instantly lurched apart.

His palms shoved against you, and you stumbled back, nearly losing balance for the second time that morning. Wide eyes caught pointedly, chests heaving, labored breath the only sound other than quickly approaching footsteps.

“You up there, boy?” Jake’s deep voice echoed through the trees, an ice cold shock of reality to both of your systems.

“Yeah—yes, sir.” Neteyam cleared his throat, averting his eyes as you watched his every move, frozen in place only a foot away. “Coming!”

He hastily jumped down, not sparing you a single glance as he raced to meet his father. You were left standing there, heart racing, fingertips ghosting over your lips as they pulled into a small, victorious smile.

“Ow! Ow!” Lo’ak squirms, hissing lowly as his mate smears a handful of yalnabark over a deep gash in his chest.

She grumbles under her breath, brow pinched with an emotion Neteyam can’t quite decipher. His lips purse, jaw grinding under the pointed sting of his sisters hands as she works on the few scrapes marring the skin of his back.

The day wasn’t entirely a loss, but it didn’t exactly go well, either. Sky People hit the forest, closer than ever before. Neteyam, along with the other warriors, were hastily rounded up before flying toward the danger, not to be seen again for several hours.

Neteyam and Lo’ak were supposed to be spotters. They had direct orders from their father to stay far away from the conflict, something that did little to calm Neteyam’s already raging frustration after his morning with you.

He was distracted. Utterly and completely unfocused, the only thing on his mind the way you made him crumble. The way a simple touch of your lips on his set him ablaze, shredded every fiber of control he’d spent nearly twenty-one years carefully weaving.

So, when Lo’ak raced toward the ground, straight to the one place they weren’t supposed to be, he instantly followed, mind already too clouded to think of a better plan.

Another pained grunt echoes from across the room, causing Lo’ak’s mate to growl, a sound that has Neteyam’s ears twitching with interest. His eyes flick toward the pair, secretly watching the lovers quarrel unfold.

“You should have been more careful. You really couldn’t wait until after the first mission to get hurt?” She roughly scoops up another glob of the healing ointment, eyes narrowing at his brother.

“Tahni (star)—Eywa!” He curses when her fingertips press into his skin firmly, jerking away from her touch.

Her face pinches with a scowl, and she suddenly drops the bowl harboring her supplies, letting it clatter onto her work station loudly. With a final pointed huff, she storms from the tent. Lo’ak is quick to follow, instantly uncurling from his seated position.

“Baby, wait!” He rushes after her, a few seconds of amused silence following their absence.

(see extended Star Girl scene here)

“Skxawngs (idiots).” Kiri mutters, a quiet laugh rumbling her chest as she continues tending to the wounds on Neteyam’s back.

He doesn’t fight the smirk that tugs at his lips, finding their dynamic endlessly entertaining. He’s become used to it, the way they seem to deal with everything so passionately. Whether they’re bickering or keeping him awake with their lovesick mumbling, it’s clear that their connection is strong.

He watches them disappear through the entrance, spine straightening when his eyes land on his father through the newly opened gap in the woven door. It's not Jake that's gotten his attention, but the small group trailing behind him as he nearly runs through the gathering area.

Neyeyam is on his feet in an instant, ignoring Kiri's confused calls as he bats her hands away and races from the tent. His head swivels from side to side, eyes scanning the area until he finds you, almost to the tree line already.

“Dad!” He shouts, jogging to catch up.

For some unknown reason, his heart is pounding, stomach in knots as he takes in his father's worn expression and the large gun held tightly in his hands. His tail flicks to attention, standing tall at his back.

“What's going on?” His gaze moves to you briefly, skimming over the bow slung across your chest.

His chest tightens, something unknown squeezing his heart. His eyes linger for a second too long, meeting yours for only a split second before quickly falling to the ground. Jake turns to face him with a rough sigh, the sound drawing Neteyam’s eyes reluctantly from the dirt.

“We need help transporting the rest of the wounded. And picking up the supplies we couldn't get to.” His voice is rough, clipped with obvious irritation.

Neteyam's chin drops, ears flattening, knowing his mistake—his carelessness—left the clan unable to finish the mission. He forces his eyes up despite the unease in his stomach, meeting his father's disappointed gaze.

“And you’re bringing her? I will come.” He can't even begin to explain why, but the thought of you going anywhere near the battlefield has his stomach turning with anxiety.

“No. You'll stay with your brother and sisters.” The statement in final, leaving no room for argument.

“Out there is no place for her kind.” Neteyam's jaw clenches, the words coming out much harsher than he intended.

His gaze remains locked on his father, but he still notices the way your ears tuck against your head, lips pursing at his words. One of the warriors at your side snickers, until another clan member elbows him pointedly. Neteyam's hands clench into fists at his sides, an unexplainable anger washing over him.

“I need all the hands I can get and—you know what, I don’t have time for this. Go finish getting patched up.”

“Dad—” He’s suddenly desperate, the need to make Jake understand overwhelming.

“Son, you've done enough. Go.” He walks away, shoulders tight, the small group following close behind.

You’re frozen for a long moment, watching Neteyam curl inward at the admonishment. His ears fall, jaw clenching as his chin tucks into his chest. His tail swishes from side to side roughly, an obvious sign of his distress.

You ache to reach out, to comfort him, but the sharp call of your name has your arm returning to your side swiftly. With one last long glance, you scurry away, legs moving quickly to close the growing distance between you and the Olo’eyktan.

The moon has long eclipsed the sun, blanketing the base of Home Tree in darkness.

A small, awe-struck smile pulls at your lips, eyes locked on the earth as it bursts to life beneath each of your careful steps. Your toes press into the dirt experimentally, and it instantly responds, vibrant colors shining through low twilight.

In the last two weeks that the village has become your Avatar’s home, this has been your favorite time on the moon. You find comfort in the quiet stillness of nighttime, often exploring while the rest of the clan sleeps.

The beauty of the moon amazes you, leaves you breathless as glittering bioluminescence seems to beckon you closer, urging you to discover every treasure Pandora has to offer.

The sound of laughter and shouting echoes through the forest, guiding you forward. You’re a bit hesitant as you break through the tree line, unsure if you’re welcome at the celebration.

Despite the day’s earlier conflict not going perfectly, a few of the warriors were able to convince Jake that the clan needed a chance to let off some steam. They’d been fighting for weeks without rest, without more than a few moments of reprieve. He agreed to a small, quiet celebration, but it’s clear that didn’t last long.

A large fire rages in the center of the gathering area, Na’vi dancing and singing happily around it. Small groups sit around, chatting and drinking casually. A soft laugh bubbles in your chest as your eyes scan the crowd, watching Na’vi who’ve been so composed and fearsome until this point let their inhibitions go.

“Y/N!” Your head turns at the call of your name, curious gaze landing on Lo’ak’s mate.

A soft smile pulls at your lips, a warm sense of comfort washing over you at the familiar presence. Her free arm waves you over happily, while the other is slung over Lo’ak’s shoulders. She’s perched on his lap, both of his arms resting loosely around her hips.

“I heard you saw some action today.” She beams as you grow near. Your eyes flick over her swaying frame, noticing that her pupils are dilated, her cheeks tinged with a deep shade of purple.

“Barely.” One of your shoulders lifts in a dismissive shrug, attention shifting to Lo’ak who seems to be just as tipsy as his mate.

By the time you’d arrived at the battlefield, all humans were long gone. The only thing left to do was sort through the rubble, ensuring no one was left behind. A few clan members were recovered, thankfully all still alive, though some were badly injured. Jake ordered you to help move discarded weapons, which you gladly did.

All in all, it wasn’t a very exciting scene.

“Want some?” Lo’ak’s voice rips you from your wandering thoughts.

He raises one arm, a dark liquid sloshing inside a hand-carved wooden cup as he holds it out toward you. You lean forward, eyes dropping to the mystery drink, inspecting it for a few seconds. One smell has you recoiling, nose burning from the strength of the alcohol.

“Oh, god, no. I think that would actually kill me.” You laugh, moving back to cover your nose.

“Come on, don’t be a wuss.” A big, teasing grin splits his lips, and he pushes it closer to you.

“Lo’ak!” His mate hisses, palm slapping against his chest in warning.

He grunts lowly, but otherwise ignores her chastising. Your eyes flick to his, finding him already watching you with raised brows. A grimace tightens your face, regret already twisting your stomach at what you’re about to do.

But you can’t deny the challenge, your competitive nature demanding that you accept his offer to prove yourself. Your fingers close around the cup, taking it from him and lifting it to your lips in one quick motion.

The pungent smell fills your nose, making it wrinkle with hesitation. You force a slow breath through pursed lips, head tilting back to drain the remaining liquid from the cup in one swig.

“Lo’ak, I don’t think this is a good idea…” His mate giggles, unsteady on her feet as her head tilts back, wide eyes following your careful movements closely.

“It's fine, baby.” He waves her off dismissively, watching you just as attentively. “We'll catch her if she falls.”

“We?” She emphasizes, another inebriated laugh echoing through the trees.

Your lips purse, fuzzy brain doing it's best to ignore them as you slowly walk across a low hanging branch. Both of your arms are extended outward, helping you maintain shaky balance, feet moving with purpose along rough bark.

It all started after you took Lo'ak's drink. He couldn't help but stare at you, mouth agape with shock at the way you chugged the whole thing seemingly effortlessly. He wasted no time in grabbing another, and then another, quipping that he could drink faster.

The challenges kept coming, both of you growing more intoxicated—and competitive—by the minute. Every drink hit you especially hard, since you'd never tasted the stuff before, but you were determined to hold your own.

You'd raced, climbed high up in the trees, and now, in your drunken state, the next best thing was this tightrope act. Lo'ak's mate has been watching the two of you with an amused smirk the whole time, your little group receiving many quizzical glances as you tuck further into a corner of the ongoing party.

You're not far enough off the ground to risk serious injury, a fact that convinced you it would be a good idea. You offered to go first, so here you are, barely managing to keep yourself upright several feet above the glowing earth.

Once you reach the end of the branch, shaky legs clumsily lower you into a seated position before you jump down. You sway on the landing, nearly falling over until Lo'ak's mate reaches out, fingers wrapping around your arm to steady you.

“Easy.” The word falls from your lips thickly, syllables slurring together.

Your tongue feels too heavy, sticking to the roof of your mouth uncomfortably. The ground beneath your feet is unsteady, shifting every few seconds. Bright colors blur together as your eyes blink slowly, struggling to focus through the low evening light.

“Now let me show you how it's really done.” An amused chuckle rumbles Lo'ak's chest as he strides past you, stumbling a bit as his arms reach for a higher branch.

“What the hell is going on here?” A deep, disgruntled voice suddenly cuts through the lighthearted atmosphere.

None of you heard him approach, too distracted by your current antics.

“Oh, shit.” Lo'ak's mate whispers beside you, grip on your arm tightening.

You turn too quickly, the world racing to catch up, making your stomach flip. Sharp teeth cage your lower lip, heart swelling at the sight of Neteyam, all hard edges and seriousness. You eagerly watch his brow furrow as he glares at all of you.

Your greedy eyes slowly trial down his form, following the path of glittering freckles from his broad chest, along his toned stomach, to his loincloth that conceals what must be a huge—

“Come on, bro.” Lo'ak rolls his eyes with a rough sigh, jumping down from his half-perched position in the tree. “Lighten up.”

Neteyam's frown only deepens, shoulders tightening as his eyes flick over the three of you expectantly. The skin of his face warms under your dazed attention, a shiver running down his spine. His jaw clenches, heart constricting with unwelcome emotion as he quickly averts his eyes.

Despite his best efforts, his mind has been stuck on you since your little group disappeared with his father. He searched for you once the other warriors returned. Secretly, of course. His eyes carefully trailed over the crowd, tongue clicking against his teeth to prevent himself from asking where you were.

It’s driving him crazy, the way his body won’t let you go. He wants nothing to do with you. And yet, he can’t deny this inexplicable pull, the overwhelming desire to be near you at all times.

“Curfew?” His hands lift in exasperation, gesturing to the nearly empty surrounding area.

Your brow furrows, upper body shifting to peer around his tall frame. Almost everyone is gone, only a few stragglers left behind. The fire has long been put out, glowing embers releasing a thick cloud of smoke into the night sky.

The three of you were completely unaware, too caught up in your drunken fun to notice.

“And you. What the hell are you doing?” The curt acknowledgment has your eyes snapping back toward him, spine straightening.

“Who, me? Oh, uh, I’m just…I was on my way back to the hammocks. Yep. That’s what I’m doing.” You point in a random direction clumsily, pulling your arm from the light touch still holding you upright.

You stumble without the assistance, tired muscles giving out under your own weight. A giggle falls from your lips as you barely manage to catch yourself, arms splayed outward dramatically. Behind you, Lo'ak staggers back to his mate, slinging an arm over her shoulder lazily.

He's the picture of nonchalance, one leg crossed over the other as he leans into her. Her hands move up to hold onto his, still swaying on her feet slightly. Lo'ak's brow raises in silent challenge, and a low growl breaks the steadily growing tension.

Neteyam’s glare turns lethal as his narrowed eyes snap from your clearly intoxicated state to his brother.

“Did you get her drunk?” The accusation is ground out through clenched teeth, frustration tightening his chest.

“We were just showing her a good time.” Lo'ak's arms raise in mock surrender, a huge, unapologetic grin splitting his lips.

Neteyam's jaw grinds, tail thumping against the ground in irritation. Truthfully, he'd rather be anywhere but here. He's simply following orders, locating his brother and his mate as Jake requested. He didn't expect to find you, of all people, hanging around them like a leech.

He just can't escape you. You're everywhere, consuming his thoughts, making him distracted. He's never struggled with something like this before, never met someone so vexing that he can't even complete his duties in peace.

“Hey! That's not fair.” Your head swivels, attention jumping between brothers as they speak in a language you don't understand. Finally, your bleary gaze lands on Lo'ak's mate, lips pursing in a pout. “What are they saying?”

Her only response is a tiny shake of her head, golden eyes widening in warning.

“You really enjoy making things hard, don’t you?” Neteyam hisses, hands clenching into fists at his sides.

He’s so tightly wound, muscles aching from how tense this day has made him. His mind is still reeling from the kiss he hasn’t had time to process, and his brothers careless actions that nearly got the both of them killed.

He’s a ticking bomb, frustration and anger mounting so fiercely inside him he knows he’ll explode any minute. He just can’t take it, the pressure within him needs some kind of release, or he fears what may happen next.

“Sorry I’m not the perfect son like you.” Lo’ak’s brow lowers, all amusement gone from his face in an instant.

Neteyam’s chest aches, ears flattening at the loaded insult. His shoulders drop, responsibility weighing so heavily he feels it in his bones. He knows Lo’ak will never understand, never bear the duty of being the first born.

He tries so hard not to blame him for the hand they’ve both been dealt, but in moments like these, it’s nearly impossible.

“Go home. I will clean up your mess.” His voice is low, rough with finality.

He holds Lo’ak’s fiery gaze for several long beats, until his mate gently urges him away, murmuring quietly in his ear. As they disappear toward their home, his eyes pinch closed tightly, a tired sigh falling from his lips. He inhales a long, grounding breath before spinning on his heel.

He stalks toward you, eyes locked straight ahead. Long fingers curl around one of your arms in a firm hold as he walks past, dragging you along with purposeful steps.

“Come.” He mutters, not sparing you so much as a single glance.

Your wobbly legs struggle to keep up, feet catching on the loose dirt every couple of steps. Your stomach turns at his quick pace, free hand moving to grip his wrist in a silent plea to slow down. The two of you only make it a few feet before your limbs get tangled, nearly bringing you both to the ground.

“What was that about?” You slur, heavy-lidded eyes blinking up at Neteyam as he mercifully stops.

He begrudgingly turns to you, chin dropping as his eyes bore into yours with indignation. Your lips part, breath hitching at his sudden closeness. Your gaze trails along his face, lingering on his mouth for a second too long before they flick back toward his eyes.

“Your eyes are actually kinda pretty when they aren’t glaring at me.” The words are a breathy whisper as your body sways toward his, the skin of your chest grazing his for a quick moment until he jerks back.

Warmth washes over his skin, and his gaze instantly hardens.

“Oh, you ruined it.” Your lips press into a pout, an action Neteyam's traitorous eyes jump toward eagerly.

The world suddenly shifts, knocking you off balance. Your free hand swings up, looking for the nearest source of stability. It skims his shoulder, before slowly falling to his chest where it presses into his skin firmly. You sway, forcing him to pull you closer to ensure you won't fall to the ground.

Your hazy mind struggles to catch up as something strong and warm, so warm, encircles your waist. He releases your other arm, and it instantly wraps around the back of his neck, fingers diving into his braids.

Neteyam's heart skips a beat, then thumps erratically between his ribs. He doesn't know what he's doing. His body is acting on it's own accord, disobeying his thoughts that scream to just let you fall, to leave you to find your own way home.

His skin burns where it touches yours, muscles tensing under your light caress. You feel his heart hammering beneath your hand, a fact that has a small smirk pulling at your lips.

“Let go.” His rough voice breaks the spell, makes your eyes flick up toward his.

A giggle bubbles in your chest, because he must not realize that he's the one holding onto you so tightly. Weight shifts between your feet, dragging your skin along his in a way that makes his breath hitch. It's such a small movement, barely perceptible, but you catch the subtle parting of his lips.

“I don’t think I can.” Big eyes blink up at him innocently, waiting for the inevitable tension once he realizes what he's done.

Your inebriated mind wants to take advantage of this moment, wants so badly to close the last few inches that separate you. Your stomach twists with anticipation, fingers lazily playing with the braids at the nape of his neck.

“If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were worried about me today.” You coo, watching intently as his expression hardens.

“It was stupid, bringing you to the battlefield like that.” The excuse is weak, even to his own ears, as it's ground out through clenched teeth.

“I think you’re forgetting that's the whole reason I'm here.” You can't help but inch closer, heated gaze exploring his skin.

A rough sigh falls from his lips, eyes narrowing in warning. “You’re forgetting that I don’t like you.”

“And how many times do you have to repeat that? Just to keep yourself from…” Your attention is locked firmly on his lips, unable to resist the pressure in your lower belly that begs for relief. Relief only he can provide.

“Y/N, you’re drunk.” He leans back several inches, using what's left of his quickly dwindling control.

No matter how enticing he finds the fire in your eyes, he would never act on it, not while you’re under the influence. You probably don't even mean what you're saying. This morning was a one time thing, never to be repeated. It was a mistake, plain and simple.

Even while these thoughts race through his mind, his arm tightens around your middle, keeping you upright when you nearly fall again.

“And you’re so tense.” His jaw ticks as you edge closer, hand trailing down his front. Strong muscles twitch under your light touch, ragged breaths filling the small space between you. “You know, it’s okay to want something…for yourself.”

Neteyam's eyes pinch closed tightly, heart constricting, because you couldn't be more wrong. From childhood, it's been drilled into his head that he's the oldest, that his siblings are his responsibility. Individual desires have never been encouraged, never even been a consideration in his mind.

He hasn't had the time, let alone the opportunity to want something for himself. The stark reminder makes his stomach turn, shattering what's left of the sultry haze that surrounds the two of you.

His hold drops from your waist, free hand moving to firmly peel your roaming fingers from his hair and stomach.

“What is it going to take for you to understand that I. Don’t. Want. You?” He accents each word with a harsh glare, hands circling your wrists as he finally manages to remove your hold on him.

He pushes you away lightly, dropping all contact as if you’ve burned him. He just can't take it for a moment longer. Not if he wants to maintain his tattered shreds of restraint, to prevent either of you from making another mistake.

Your breath catches at his sudden dismissal, feet tangling from the weight of his gentle shove. The ground shifts, bright colors blurring as you crumble to the ground, landing harshly in a jumbled heap of limbs.

Your hands barely manage to smack against the dirt before your face hits the unforgiving surface. A soft hiss falls from your lips, expression tightening with the painful sting along your palms as the earth cuts into your skin.

“Fuck.” Neteyam mutters, instantly crouching to your level, arms extended to help you.

He didn't mean for you to fall, never intended to push you that hard. He wasn't thinking, so blinded by the need to put some distance between you that he forgot you weren't steady on your feet.

In your drunken state, you’ve lost the ability to mask the hurt that crosses your face. It’s only a split second, a fleeting moment of vulnerability, but it pierces his heart all the same. For a long moment, you stare up at him, equal parts disbelief and anger welling in your eyes along with unwanted moisture.

“I can find my way back.” You're quick to cast your gaze toward the ground, batting his hands away.

All emotion is gone from your voice, cold acceptance left in it's wake. It feels as if you've been doused with a bucket of icy water, clarity washing over you so abruptly it constricts your heart. Embarrassment colors your cheeks, hazy mind clearing enough for regret to trickle in at your actions.

You clumsily scramble onto your feet, swaying a bit as your hands brush away lingering clumps of dirt from your skin. Neteyam is quick to stand beside you, teeth grinding, stomach flipping at the hard expression on your face. It's so different from your typical openness, the usual playful light that glitters behind your eyes long gone.

Suddenly, he's found something he hates more than the roots of affection that have cracked through his resolve.

He aches to reach out, to apologize, but his lips only purse more firmly as he watches you stagger away from him. Because if he’s learned anything in his nearly twenty-one years of life, it’s that he can’t want anything for himself.

Even so, he takes a single step forward, calling out as if there's a chance to salvage the growing connection between you.

“You won’t be able to climb in your current state. Just let me—”

You cast him a withering glare over your shoulder, the pointed anger in your eyes stopping him cold. His fingers curl into fists at his sides, restraint tightening his chest as he prevents himself from stalking toward you and making this right.

In an instant you're gone, hastily stumbling up the carved staircase in the center of Home Tree. A ragged breath rumbles from trembling lungs, ears flattening as remorse twists his stomach.

His tail swishes with displeasure, but for once, he has no one to blame but himself.

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Meet Me At Our Spot: Neteyam Sully

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Request: Great! I'd like a Neteyam one, something cute like we go swimming and stay at a secret hideout that I found cuddling and talking. But in the start you can write Neteyam and Lo'ak wrestling and I peek my head in their hut then Neteyam notices me, gets off Lo'ak and runs out then takes my hand and we go swimming. I think that'd be cute

That morning you had woken eaten breakfast with your family and did the few chores you had that morning before going to look for your mate Neteyam. As you walked towards his family's hut, you couldn't help but smile and think about what you two might do today even though you had an idea.

Once you got closer to his hut you could hear laughter and fighting going on inside making confused until you peeked your head in and saw your mate and his younger brother wrestling each other making you giggle at how childish they were. Neteyam stopped messing with Lo'ak upon hearing your laugh making him look up and see you there standing laughing at them.

'Ma y/n!" He said running over to you and grabbing your hand completely forgetting about Lo'ak as he lead you guys out of the hut.

"This isn't over!" Lo'ak yelled as you two left the hut with Neteyam leading you by your hand.

"Ma Neteyam, please slow down." You said as you were struggling to keep up with him.

He slowed to a stop before turning and pulling you into his arms before looking down at you with a smile on his face.

"You know you forgot to give me a kiss today when you saw me." You said looking at him with a pout on your face.

"Oh, I did huh? Guess I was so excited to see you and have you all to myself. I'm sorry my love." He said prepping you and your face with a bunch of kisses making you giggle.

"It's alright. Are we going to our spot?" You asked him with hopeful eyes.

"Of course we are, I thought we could spend the day together swimming and just being together." He said with a smile.

Your spot was a cave located on the outskirts of the forest that had a lake surrounding it that you two could swim and fish in if you wanted. You had found it first and were so in love with it that you brought Neteyam here and it just became your guy's spot to come to get away from everything.

Once you guys arrived, you swam around for a bit, messing with each other until your stomach rumbled making you guys laugh as Neteyam gathered some fruit from the trees for you guys to eat. After eating you two cuddled up next to each other and just lay there talking with each other until you started to feel sleepy.

"I love you y/n, get some rest. I'll be right here when you wake up." He said placing a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you too Nete." You said sleepily making him smile.