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magnoliabutters · 2 years ago

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• ALL I SEE IS YOU •

pairing: neteyam x augustine (na'vi/avatar oc, she/her)

summary: a kiss - something so simple, yet filled with consequences…

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; avatar 2009 references and avatar twow spoilers; young love, slow burn, drama, jealousy, etc.

word count: ~7.2k

• part 2 • eywa’s choice • series •

note: here we are at part two! i am bouncing with joy, so excited to hear your thoughts! worked hard on this one! i’m hoping you guys enjoy it! this made my heart so happy! ♥️ young love for the win!

Neteyam's kiss tastes like honey. Not necessarily something Augustine would have expected. His lips are soft, gentle. The hands on her face warm and sweet. She could live in this moment, paused forever. Her mind reorganizes everything she knows of Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. Hidden behind all the childish thinking, she always found him attractive. Always found comfort and safety in his presence. She admired how great of a warrior he is. How he completed his iknimaya ritual in his first try. How he took the time to help her do the same when it was her turn. How well they worked together when they were younger. How good of a big brother he was to his younger siblings. He was - no, is beautiful. She leans deeply into the kiss - her first kiss.

Yet, Neteyam pulls away from the unexpected embrace. His eyes drawn to anything but Augustine. His hands slowly fall from her cheeks. "I shouldn't have done that," he mutters under his breath. She watches him in complete and utter confusion. She continues to struggle between what is real and what is not. However, she knows that kiss was real. She knows the pain of him pulling away is real too.

"I'll take you home," Neteyam states as he calls out to his ilu. He walks into the water. The waves crashing against his brutal driving force. Augustine, still weak from her drowning, slowly rests her weight back onto her elbows within the warm sand. She coughs, feeling a bit of sea water against her tongue. At this point, confusion does not cover the amount of ambiguity and hopelessness she feels. Neteyam, the one member of the Sully family that she does not have a connection with and yet, now ... What do they have? What is this?

"Augustine, let's go," Neteyam yells out the demand. His eyes on the horizon as he swiftly bonds with his ilu. Augustine shakes her head, her brows pulled together. She slowly stands and begins to walk through the water. She feels tingles down her arms and legs. As she approaches him, she places a gentle hand against the ilu. "Where are we going?" she asks weakly. "We're going back to the village. We are done training for today," he quickly answers. His eyes forward. He still has not looked at her since their kiss.

Augustine chuckles as she waves for him to scoot backwards on the saddle. "What are you laughing at?" Neteyam asks in confusion. He watches as she sits in front of him, hooking her hand upon a notch. "I'm laughing because it appears that you are wanting to forget what just happened on that beach," she replies with a chuckle as she points back towards the shore. She turns around with a smirk to finally catch his eye. "Was I that bad of a kisser, Neteyam?" she adds as her smile falls. He grunts, frustrated that he has to speak of it. Through gritted teeth, he answers, "You were perfect. Breath in." She quickly took a deep breath as he guided the beautiful ilu into the ocean waters.

As Neteyam and Augustine arrived to the Awa’atlu cove, they could both see Tuk and Kiri excitedly watching them amongst the docks. His ilu slowly swims up to the platform. "Hi Tuk," Augustine greets in a sing-song voice. "How was it?!" she asks, bouncing in excitement. Augustine stands upon the saddle. Kiri extends her hand with a smile, helping her stand firmly against the village floor. Neteyam nods towards his sisters and swims off without a word. Kiri and Augustine stand in bewilderment as they watch his silhouette disappear.

"What's wrong with Neteyam?" Tuk asks with a worried voice. She directs her question to her older sister, Kiri, while grabbing her arm. "I'm not sure," Kiri says as she looks to Augustine with a puzzled expression. "Did anything happen out there?" Augustine's lips tighten in a mixture of embarrassment and nerves. "Nothing," she quickly answers. Kiri's brow shoots up as she stares at the slow blush forming on Augustine's cheeks. "Tuk, can you tell Lo'ak to find Neteyam?" Kiri suggests without taking her insightful eyes away from Augustine. Tuk watches the awkward exchange and nods, slowly backing away to find her older brother. Kiri notes she’s starting to get too smart for her own good.

With Tuk at a safe distance, Kiri crosses her arms across her chest. "What happened out there, Augustine?" she asks. Augustine groans as she begins her walk towards the Sully hut. "You're using my full name?" she whines. Kiri skips to catch up to her. Her hand wrapping around her forearm, stopping her in her tracks. "What happened?" she asks again. Her seriousness on full display. Other Metkayina watch, curious of the two four-fingered girls. Augustine grumbles again as she struggles to keep her eyes from Kiri's.

"It's fine. We're fine," Augustine answers, light-heartedly. She tries her best to sound genuine and sincere. Unfortunately, Kiri has a really good bullshit detector. "Gusty, please don't make me ask you a third time," Kiri says as she rolls her eyes. Augustine hisses as she pulls her head down in embarrassment. "We kissed," she shares. Her head slowly raising, curious to her response.

Kiri stares back at her with wide eyes. Her body entirely frozen. Her mouth slightly ajar. "Kiri," Augustine whispers nervously. "Say something." Kiri seemed to snap back into reality when her jaw shuts and she begins to nod. Her lips pursed. Her eyes squint here and there as she processes the shocking information. Augustine could visually see Kiri wrapping her mind around the idea. Suddenly, her finger raises between their bodies. The quick movement startles Augustine. She then places her finger to her lips. "I did not see that coming," she whispers. Her nodding returns.

"Neither did I," Augustine mutters under her breath. Kiri's mouth opens again as she thinks. Her brows pulled together. "But you know he's promised to Pipxì," she adds nonchalantly. Augustine's head sharply turns towards Kiri. Her face expressing a mixture of anger, pain, and confusion. "Okay, so you didn't know," Kiri corrects herself, her eyes to the floor.

"He's promised?" Augustine asks slowly. She struggles to gain Kiri's gaze, but then stares into her eyes. "Yes," she answers quickly. "How long?" Augustine inquires through gritted teeth. "Neteyam has been promised since he turned 18," Kiri solemnly shares. “When he received his warrior rites.” Augustine takes in a big shaky breath. "So a year," she reiterates. Kiri nods.

Augustine clears her throat softly, suddenly feeling like she is choking. "Let's get back to the hut. It's getting late," she says flatly. She walks forward, not caring whether Kiri is following her or not in this moment. Her eyes forward. Not noticing a single curious Metkayina eye. Her heart racing. Her ears getting hot. Her eyes begin to water, but she does her best to reign her emotions in.

She rushes through the hut’s opening. Not a single greeting to those within. Jake's head immediately pops up at her quick movements. He pauses from cleaning his gun. Neytiri holds Tuk's braids in her hands as she turns to look towards the rushing mass. Tuk and Lo'ak seem to be in the middle of a conversation, but stop midway to watch with slightly opened mouths.

Augustine walks over to her resting space. It is tucked between her backpack and the hut's wall. She rests on her side, facing the tan plain leather. Her ears flick as she hears movement behind her. "Augustine," Jake coos behind her. His hand gently rests upon her shoulder as he kneels beside her. Her teeth grind at his touch. She is so angry that it feels as though her skin is on fire. Although the sensation was soft, the overwhelming feeling of rage seeps into each of her pores. The worst part? She doesn’t even know why she is so outraged.

"Augustine," Jake repeats softly. With a deep breath, she turns to look at him over her shoulder. She sees the worry in his tired golden eyes. His nostrils flared and his mouth tight into a firm line. She notes Neytiri focusing on her daughter's hair, while Tuk and Lo'ak desperately attempt to look as though they are not eavesdropping. "Are you okay?" Jake asks, filling the silence. "It's nothing, Toruk-um-Jake," she ends with a nervous laugh. "I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong," he says with a small smile. His brows pinch together in concern. "I don't think you can help me with this one," she weakly replies.

Jake humphs in curiosity. Augustine sits up. Her eyes flicking back towards his. "Is it your dad?" he guesses as he sits in a criss-cross. "I don't know if I want to do much of a guessing game," she awkwardly shares. He laughs, "I can respect that." He grabs onto his chin as he licks and bites his lower lip. "Is there anything I - or we could do to help you feel better?" he asks with the sincerest of intentions.

Augustine takes another breath, breaking their eye contact. "I'm angry," she whispers. "I'm angry and I don't even know why." He nods, his ears flattening. "Some times that happens," he attempts to comfort her. "What do you do when you're angry?" he asks. She looks up to him in confusion. "I don't know," she replies in disbelief. They both remain silent as her mind beings reeling. "I-I usually go running," she answers, a bit of surprise in her expression.

"Do you want to go running?" he asks, his voice calm and monotoned. "Yes," she says with determination. "Do you want to go alone?" he asks, fully prepared to run with her if she so chose. She smiles, looking back towards him. He grins seeing her happiness. "I think so," she nods as she begins to stand up. Jake quickly stands to support her. "Don't go too far," he encourages. She nods and hurriedly walks from the hut.

Augustine glances side to side, looking for a good place to run. As soon as her eyes hit the shore, she rushes towards it. She jumps and skips around the people in the village. She attempts to be careful, but still hears gasps of shock or grunts of annoyance from the others. Finally, her feet land in the hot sand. She closes her eyes and digs her toes deeper into the texture. She opens to see a straight land of sand before her, the ocean to her right. She runs. She runs as fast as she can. Her heart races, but no longer for Neteyam. No longer for the confusion and pain caused by him.

Questions appear every so often in her head. Why did he kiss her? Why would he do that when he was promised to another? Was it a mistake? He saved her life, maybe it was just because of that? Who is this Pipxì? ... Is she prettier? She shakes her head, trying to get the thoughts out. Once she hit a cove of rocks, she turns around to run back to where she started. Back and forth until the feelings float away.

Suddenly, Spider jumps into Augustine's vision. She stops and falls into the sand, desperate not to run into her brother. "What the hell, Spider?" she says as she stands up, towering over him. Kiri runs up behind him. "What did you do?" he asks with agitation written all over his face. "What did I do?" she asks in shock. Her ears flatten behind her as her chest rises in anger. "You and Neteyam went out. And then Neteyam came back all quiet and to himself," he says with annoyance. "And then I have Kiri running to me to come talk to you." A small, awkward smile appears on Kiri's face as she stands between the two hard-headed siblings.

Lo’ak runs up to the group, curious for the drama. He exchanges looks with Kiri. "I didn't do anything, brother," Augustine hisses. "Look, Kiri won't tell me what happened," he starts. "Can you tell me anything?" She looks over to Kiri with hopeful eyes. She is thankful for her trust and good intent. Turning to Lo’ak, her expression returns to its annoyed and angered state. "Who is Pipxì?" she asks. He looks shocked. He did not expect that question at all. "Uh," he says as he turns over to Kiri for support. She gives him nothing with her sustained tiny grin.

"Pip is a well-respected Metkayinan warrior's daughter. Ronal thought she would be a good mate for Neteyam," he answers slowly. His face filled with confusion as he did not understand why one of his closest friends even cared to know who she is. Augustine gradually nods as she sucks her tongue against her teeth. "Show me," she impulsively demands. Her heart sinking at the request, filled with immediate regret. “Sure, Gus," he says with hesitation. Kiri immediately smacks his arm. “Ow, what the hell,” he yells out as he begins to walk forward.

Lo’ak leads the trio back to the village. His eyes scan members of the clan as Kiri trails closely behind him. Augustine looks around, trying to find the prettiest girl she could see. Unfortunately, the Metkayina people are all very beautiful. Her heart starts to race again, nerves branching off into her collarbones. "Hey Pip," he calls out. Her stomach begin to twist and turn. She slowly stops in her tracks. Kiri gently places her hand upon her wrist. "Are you okay?" she whispers. Augustine raises her eyes and nods. Spider watches his sister from afar, still struggling to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Pip, I want you to meet my cuz. This is Augustine," Lo’ak says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. As expected, Pipxì is incredibly gorgeous. Her hair closely resembles the waves of the ocean. It's black and thick locks dangling down to her waist. Her eyes are as light blue as the sea. Her body is thin, yet strong. She has two tattoos that resemble Neteyam's. One of a tree’s silhouette wrapping around the top of her arm and shoulder. Another on her chest of wave crashing down. Her smile sends shivers down Augustine's spine. "Hello, Augustine," Pipxì greets sweetly. "Welcome!" Augustine remains silent, but gestures a Metkayina greeting.

Spider looks towards his sister, waiting for some other interaction. The silence is unbearable as they all smile at each other awkwardly. Kiri hesitantly laughs as she asks, "Pips, do we know if the fruits have come in from the cove people?" Pipxì directs her attention towards her. "Yes, we just got back. I've actually been looking for Neteyam," she says with a smile as she looks past Kiri's shoulders. "Have you seen him?" Augustine winces at his name spoken from her mouth.

“Uh, no! I haven’t yet,” Kiri says with a nervous smile. Pipxì shrugs and maintains that gorgeous grin. “Well, I heard you had your first lesson today,” she says with excitement. Her arm is reached out toward Augustine. “Neteyam’s a great teacher,” she says proudly. “Yeah, I know,” Augustine says under her breath. Her ears flatten and her lips slowly raise over her canines.

“Woah-ho-ho,” Lo’ak forces himself to laugh. “Gusty, you are so funny some times.” Kiri and Spider awkwardly join in the laughter, as Augustine bares holes into Pipxì with her eyes. Pipxì slowly begins to giggle, even her laugh was sweet. “She’s funny,” she adds pointing towards Augustine. “Well, it was nice seeing you, Pips,” Spider interjects, knowing his sister all too well. Kiri gets the hint and quickly turns Augustine around by the shoulders, guiding her back towards the shoreline.

But there, Augustine sees Neteyam. Kiri continues to hold her by the tops of her shoulders and begins to give her one of her famous “mom pep-talks.” However, all Augustine could see is Neteyam. All her other senses deafened. His face looks hurt, but so cold. His eyes meet hers and then quickly trail past her . He watches as Lo’ak talks to Pipxì. His hands become fists. He walks off in anger, cursing under his breath. Augustine follows him with her eyes, a bit of concern forming in her heart.

Spider observes as he looks over Kiri and Augustine. He sees Neteyam’s reaction. His balled up fists. His anger. Putting both his sister and his best friend’s reactions together, he begins to recognize a pattern. As Lo’ak runs up from behind, a disgruntled “shit” escapes Spider’s mouth. It was enough to draw both girls’ attentions. His eyes fall upon Augustine’s in disappointment. “You kissed Neteyam, didn’t you?” he asks. Kiri immediately shrinks. Lo’ak’s hand hits his face so hard the group could hear a cupping sound. “No,” he says under his breath.

Augustine stays silent. Her pained face tells Spider everything he needs to know. “Thank Ewya, Tuk wasn’t here,” Lo’ak laughs off, trying to lighten the mood. “She would run to mom and dad so quick.” With a shake of her head, Augustine raises her hands. “It’s done, Spider,” she says with finality. “He’s still your teacher,” he adds. “Yeah, and it’s still done,” she states. With a roll of her eyes, she walks away from the group.

After some time thinking under the night sky, Augustine makes it back to the Sully hut. She puts on a brave, yet fake smile as she enters. Jake beams at the sight of her. “Feeling better?” he asks. She nods, faking her way through all the complex emotions. “Good night, Jake,” she says with a grin. “Good night, Neytiri. Night, Tuk,” she yells out to the two in the back. They respond with their sweet smiles and gestures.

Augustine rests upon her side once again. Her arms crossed over her chest as tears slowly fall off her nose, between the netting, and onto the sea below. Today was a day of firsts. Would she kiss Neteyam again, knowing the pain and anguish that follows? A question she does not know the answer to, despite the fact that she sees him again tomorrow for more training.

Neteyam paces back and forth. His anger building with every few steps. He is waiting for Lo’ak. He usually comes home with his tail tucked between his legs after a late night visit with Reya. Neteyam desperately wanted to know why. Why was Lo’ak talking to Pip? Why did he bring Augustine with him? Does she know? Shit, does she know?

Augustine was never just a family friend in his eyes. He felt something special about her the second he saw her. He feels it every time he sees her to this day. Being promised to Pip didn’t change anything. What did change was that Augustine was here now. Can he be promised to someone, yet his heart long for another?

"Hey bro," Lo'ak greets with a smile, interrupting Neteyam's thoughts. "What were you doing bringing Augustine to Pip?" he asks, his finger stuck in Lo'ak's face. "Wait, man. What's going on?" he responds with his hands up. "I saw you with Augustine and Pip," Neteyam shares through gritted teeth. His hand now upon Lo'ak's chest, pushing him against a nearby pole. "Does she know?" he asks, clearly stating each word.

Neteyam's face is filled with anguish and worry. His other hand shaking. It cannot decide between an open or fisted hand. Lo'ak nods, confirming his worst nightmares. Lo’ak watches his brother in concern. He has never seen him like this. They have had arguments before, but this is something different. "Neteyam, brother. Relax," he says softly. "Take a breath." With a growl, Neteyam pushes against his brother's chest and walks away. He breathes in deeply and out sharply through his nostrils.

Lo'ak holds his head down, peering up through his brows to continue watching his older brother. Neteyam catches his glance and watches as he puts the pieces together. It finally clicks and Lo'ak's head raises back. He nods with now sadness on his face. "I don't need your pity, Lo'ak," Neteyam hisses. He begins to pace back and forth once again. "You love her," Lo'ak whispers, trying to understand his brother.

Neteyam's head shoots up towards him. His mouth in a tighter line than before. His chin begins to wobble. He is losing control. He pulls his eyes away from his brother, desperate to shut down his feelings. "I am promised to Pip," he mutters under his breath. "But you love Augustine," Lo'ak adds. Neteyam rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "You don't get it," he says, throwing his hands up.

"I do, brother," Lo'ak pleads. He walks over towards Neteyam. He hesitantly places a hand to his shoulder. Neteyam initially brushes it off, but then welcomes it. "If you don't love Pip, you don't have to go through with it," Lo'ak softly says. "Lo'ak," he replies with incredulous laughter. "It's expected of me." Lo’ak shakes his head. “No, you have a choice,” he says as he squeezes Neteyam’s shoulder. Their eyes connect again.

“Ewya chooses, not I,” Neteyam whispers. “Ewya didn’t choose you to be with Pip. Ronal interpreted that. She decided that,” Lo’ak says, pulling his hand away. “Who am I promised to?” he asks, taking a step back. “Reya,” Neteyam answers quickly, confused to his brother’s point. “But according to Ronal, I am not,” Lo’ak says with inflection in his voice. “Ewya put this love in my chest, love for Reya, just as she put the air in my lungs. Ronal can be wrong.” Neteyam hushes Lo’ak, closing the space between them. “Tsahìk is never wrong,” he says with a lower tone. He is concerned for his brother. He was always outspoken, always questioned traditions but for him to say this? He would become a true outcast from the Metkayina.

Lo’ak takes a deep breath, attempting to let out the frustration he has already held onto so long about his own relationship. “Grandmother was wrong,” he says as he stares into Neteyam’s worried eyes. “Tsahìk Mo’at was wrong. She had Tsu’tey and Mom promised to each other.” It was Lo’ak’s turn to watch the gears begin to move within Neteyam’s mind. That finally his stance was clicking. He is understanding. “Ewya chose Mom and Dad,” Neteyam states slowly. “Yes, skxwang,” Lo’ak says, pushing his hand off of his chest.

Neteyam's eyes fall upon Lo'ak. A small smile forms upon his face. "I choose Augustine," he says. The words feel foreign, but they also feel like words that have been dying to come out. He loves her strength. How great of a warrior she is. How he could always trust her at his side, knowing every step before he takes it. He loves her beauty. Her lips were supple and sweet. Her hair, as crazy as she is - as beautiful as she is. Her eyes always opened wide, always trying to take everything in. He loves her intelligence, her curiosity. How she could be the first Tsahìk who practices both types of medicine. She would be an unstoppable force - she already is.

"Let's go to bed, bro," Lo'ak smiles as he guides Neteyam back towards the family hut. "You're going to need all your energy to win her back." He laughs playfully as Neteyam's head whooshes towards him. Lo'ak laughs even harder when he realizes that his brother hasn’t fully grasped how deep in shit he was until now.

The two quietly tip toe into the hut. Careful not to disturb their sleeping family. Kiri and Tuk are snuggled together as usual. Their parents holding each other while they sleep like always. Spider off in a corner with his own supply of alien air. Finally, Neteyam’s eyes fall on Augustine. He stops dead in his tracks. Lo’ak smacks right into his back. “Ow,” he says as he holds his nose. Little did they know, the two brothers did wake up one of the Sully’s. Jake’s ears picked up on them before his eyes even opened. He rests still, but listens in to his sons' conversation.

Neteyam watches the warrior he’s chosen. She rests peacefully against the netted floor. Her eyelids fluttering with incredible dreams, he’s sure. Her hair all over the place. One of her braids wrapped around her wrist. Every so often she lets out a rather loud snore, which he finds unbelievably adorable. A smile sprawls across his face as he remains still. "You know, back when we were younger and Augustine would sleep over with Kiri," he whispers back to his brother. His eyes still on the girl. "I would always catch a glimpse of her before I fell asleep. Just to make sure she was comfortable, safe. Also, so I have a chance to see her actually peaceful and calm," he adds with a laugh.

Jake smiles as his arms wrap against his mate. He cuddles his chin into Neytiri's shoulder. She nuzzles against him in her sleep. His smile stems from the truth he's known about his eldest son for as long as he remembers. His son has always had a fascination with Augustine. It was cute. Norm and Jake would often joke about it over a couple rationed beers. With her travels to the Metkayina's islands, the two had bet on how long it would take for them to fall for each other. No one expected a day.

"Bro, that's weird," Lo'ak says with a chuckle as he slides past Neteyam's broad shoulders. He throws up his hand, chalking his brother up to not understanding. "Maybe one day you'll understand, Lo'ak," he whispers under his breath. With one last smile, he walks over to his bed. As he struggles to sleep, he thinks of ways he could win back Augustine's good side.

Augustine wakes to Neteyam's hand on her shoulder. His touch welcomed and warm. Without much thought, she places her hand upon his - turning around to see him. "Good morning, warrior princess," he says with a smirk as he crouches beside her. As she slowly opens her eyes, she smiles at his gentle face. And then it all comes rushing back... Pipxì. She pulls his arm from him and places her weight back onto her elbows. His face drops, but he quickly shifts his expression to neutral as he understands her anger.

Neteyam stands, attempting not to let in the hurt he just felt. "I'll meet you by the shore," he says as he stands. He sucks in his lips as he walks off. Augustine watches him with a lump in her throat. She did not mean to hurt him, but he hurt her. He hurt her more than she ever thought possible. That kiss unlocked feelings within her she never expected, never shed light on. It's beyond confusing.

"Gus." Augustine's ears perk up as she turns to follow the bellowing voice. It was Jake. Her ears flatten, as a quick worry spreads across her chest. Her body is still trying to decide whether she’s speaking to her Olo'eyktan or just “Uncle Jake.” She stands straight as she peers into the eyes of the great warrior. Jake smiles, and nods back towards his son who fled the scene. “Let him make it up to you,” he says with amusement.

Augustine sits up as she rubs one of her tired eyes. She stands to meet Jake. “You don’t even know what he’s done,” she says as she stares blankly into the eyes before her. Her glance could be perceived as a challenge, yet here she is - not having a care in the world. Not like she used to. “I know my son,” he smiles as he takes a step back. “As much as he’s smart like his mother, he’s also dumb like me - well, when it comes to this anyway.” She glances over his face. This vulnerable side of him was new to her.

“Just give him a chance. That’s all I’m saying,” Jake says with a shrug and his hands up. He walks back towards his things, a sly grin on his face. Augustine watches as he turns around. Her ears raise again, her tail moving normally. She hates to admit it, but the anger in her body has subsided with a full night’s sleep. Now, all she has to hold onto is hurt. The question “why” keeps swimming in her mind. The only “chance” she will be giving is the opportunity for him to explain himself.

As she walks towards the shore, she notices Neteyam holding two ilus in the water. The water’s surface resting against his lower back and hip line. His back is towards her as his arm pets an unfamiliar ilu’s face and neck. Beside him, she recognizes the beautiful black ilu from yesterday’s lesson. This scene was so perfect. She wishes she could take a picture, but she settles on the memory.

“Neteyam,” Augustine calls out, as she begins to tread through the water. He turns around with a small, solemn smile. “This is your ilu,” he says softly as she finally joins him in the water. The water line meets half way up her stomach. Her eyes grow wide as she stares down at the incredible darkened ilu’s skin with flecks of blue and orange throughout its body.

With a huge smile on her face, Augustine looks back to Neteyam with eager eyes. It was enough to break his saddened smile, enough where his cheeks rose and squinted his vision. “She’s beautiful,” she says as her hand excitedly lands on his shoulder. “Ilu is not like ikran,” he shares as he nods, guiding her to step onto the ilu’s saddle. She giggled as she jumps onto the ilu. “She may have many riders in her lifetime,” he adds as he places a steady hand at her side. “But only one at a time.”

Her brow raised as her face turned towards him. She bites her lip, desperate not to say anything about “one at a time.” She will follow Jake’s advice, give him at least a chance to share the logic behind what happened yesterday. “Make the bond,” Neteyam says. He jumps onto his ilu with such grace. He gently tethers himself and with a quick smirk, he dives into the water.

Augustine excitedly reaches for her queue and bonds with the ilu. With any tsaheylu made, she feels a rush of energy as she connects with the incredible animal. The cool air through her lungs. The water no longer cold to the touch, now warm and comfortable. Follow, she thinks as the ilu dives under the surface. She feels an incredible sense of pleasure with being under water, more than ever before. It is like an unbelievable blanket of safety.

All of a sudden, she could see everything with such clarity. What she thought was beautiful before was a complete lie. There was so much more she was missing. The different variants of colors across the corals. Translucent fishes she never even saw before. The way the ocean water changes beyond the reefs. It is not as clear cut as before. She can see the layers, how and where the sea begins to change it’s colors. She cannot help but smile, taking it all in. She could stay underwater forever.

Her eyes finally fall upon Neteyam before her. He is so closely in tune with his ilu. They move together so easily it is unbelievable. His braids flow behind him. His legs strong and held perfectly against the saddle. In a single second, her mind wishes that she could be in front of him again - them both on his ilu. After the events of yesterday, she wants to go back and enjoy those times, as opposed to being incredibly annoyed. His arms are tight against his saddle’s notches. The strength he shows in his biceps catches her off guard. However, any time he is around, she feels an abundance of protection - not that she needs it.

And with her incredible love of underwater living and it’s beautiful sights, Augustine forgot to hold on tight against the notches of her ilu’s saddle. She begins to feel the power of the water rushing against her. The ilu must have felt every single moment of her excitement, in turn becoming excited herself. Her slim body swimming faster and faster with each second of awe and wonder. She begins to feel the water pull against her face. Her hair starting to pull, as opposed to being dragged behind her. She struggles to keep her eyelids open. Her grip loosening by each knuckle of her hand, until finally she is holding on for dear life with the tips of her fingers. And then…

Augustine falls off of her ilu. Pain shoots through her queue as her connection is ripped away. She tumbles against the ocean’s current and the current her ilu leaves behind. She spins and spins until she struggles to discern which way is up. Finally, she spots the sun. She involuntarily checks for where her tail is. After determining it is not caught, she places all her strength in swimming towards the glowing light.

In what felt like forever, she breeches the water with a huge gasping breath. Her arms splashing against the darkened water. She is far from the cove. She quickly looks around in an attempt to spot Neteyam. All she could see are the reefs, the large rocks springing from the waves, and Awa'atlu in the far far distance. How did she manage to get herself in another life-or-death situation?

Augustine calls out to her ilu, knowing that there is a good chance that she may never come. She sets out to slowly swim towards a small rock formation a third of the way to shore. She attempts to conserve her strength. She practices her breathing, just as Neteyam taught her. She trusts herself. She trusts her ability to get back to shore. Her mind never faltered, not once giving up hope.

Despite the crashing waves against her body, she pushes and pushes until she is finally able to land a swollen hand against the rock. With a growl, she crawls herself up the smoothed rock. Her breath harsh against its wet surface. "Shit," she whines as she pulls herself up to its very top. "Why does this keep happening?" she groans as she rests onto her back. Her eyes close as she lies beneath the sun's warm rays.

"Why does what keep happening?" Augustine hears. She quickly jumps up from her intended cat nap. She sucks her tongue against her teeth as she watches Neteyam climb atop the rock. He has both ilus resting beside them. "I thought I was stranded," she whispers, knowing he will make fun of her. She pulls her knees to her chest. She wraps her arms around her legs. "No," he laughs. "I was always right here with you, warrior princess." A smirk pulls to the side of his mouth. He sits down in front of her, crossing his ankles together with his knees up.

"So," Augustine starts as she pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. "Any notes, teach'?" Neteyam laughs to himself. His head pulls down before he looks back up at her. “One note,” he says, trying to sound formal. She laughs watching his ridiculous self. “Hold on tighter?” he suggests with a shrug. She rolls her eyes as they both laugh with an awkward decrescendo.

“I - uh,” Neteyam starts, but begins to shake his head. “I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I shouldn’t have kissed you.” Augustine’s brow raises, her lip pulls to one side. “And,” he says with a laugh under his breath in response to her expression. He clears his throat, attempting to be serious once again. “I’m sorry for how you found out about Pip. I’m sure that was all very confusing.”

She looks around, ready to ask the question she’s been holding onto for hours. She begins to notice several of the Metkayina in the waters, fishing and playing about - only a few meters away. She holds her head down. Some how him saying “Pip” brought all the pain and confusion back. He watches her with concern, desperately analyzing the little parts of her face that he can see. He struggles to keep himself from reaching out to her, holding her. “Why did you kiss me?” she mumbles against her knees. He hears her speak but cannot understand. “Can you say that again?” he says, crawling closer towards her. His hand naturally falls upon her forearm.

Augustine slowly raises her head to meet Neteyam’s worried eyes. “Why did you kiss me, Neteyam?” she asks clearly. He takes in a shaky breath as he breaks his gaze. After a short period of silence, she tightens her embrace around her knees. “I was happy,” he starts. She keeps her eyes down, but hangs onto each of his words. “I thought I lost you,” he recalls. A wince pulls across his face. Shaking it off, he continues, “I was so scared and then you woke back up and I was just so happy, I-I kissed you.”

She raises her eyes to look at him. Unsurprisingly, his explanation did not make her feel better. “So, it was an accident,” she reiterates, trying to understand. “Yes and no,” he answers. His heart pains to see her this way. It desperately calls for his arms to be around her. “I didn’t plan on it,” he shares. He bites his lip as he feels nerves tighten his chest. With his eyes on hers, he murmurs, “But it is something I’ve wanted since as long as I can remember.”

Augustine’s eyes quickly change from sadness to exciting curiosity. “What?” she says with a crack to her voice, nervous giggles escape her throat. A smile spreads across her face so quickly she places her hand over her mouth to hide it. “Augustine,” he says as he now sits in front of her. His hand holding hers. She watches his movements in awe, as though the unbelievable is transpiring before her very eyes.

“When I think of my future, all I see is you,” Neteyam whispers as he squeezes her hand. “All I’ve ever wanted was to be with you.” Her heart starts to pound as she watches him with wide eyes. The boy she’s known all her life. The one that never gave her the time of day when she played with the Sully children. The one who always watched her from afar. She always thought he hated her, or at the very least disliked her. With this new information, he rewrites their history.

Augustine shakes her head, dropping her hand from his touch. “How can you say all this when you are promised to P - to that girl?” she asks. Her mouth forms a thin line as her eyes become protective daggers against him. Neteyam smiles as he notes her unwillingness to speak her name. “I don’t love her,” he says. “I love you. I-I see you.” Her heart drops as she watches the sincere eyes of the boy before her. He slowly places a hand to her chest, another to her cheek. The entire world falls away. There is only the two of them. “I see you, Augustine,” he murmurs. “I always have.”

She looks down to his hand pressed against her chest. She feels the wind blowing through her hair, pushing her focus further onto the warmth of his palm. With a deep sigh, she attempts to speak. “Neteyam,” she begins. “I don’t want to hurt any more than I already do. I don’t want to watch you muntxa si that girl,” she says with disgust as her eyes well. He shakes his head, as his hands grasp hers. “No, Augustine, I won’t,” he says sternly. “You are promised, Neteyam,” she mutters as her eyes catch his again.

“I will break that promise,” Neteyam states with finality. “I completed my rites. I choose my mate.” He brushes his fingers against her cheek once again. “I choose you,” he coos. She leans into his touch, struggling to keep her tears in. This level of emotions is unfamiliar to her. Abruptly, he drops his hand from her face. She feels her body ache at the lack of his body against hers. “But you must choose me as well,” he murmurs. “And for you, I would wait a lifetime.”

A tear falls from Augustine’s eyelashes as she grabs hold of his hand and places it upon her chest once again. She watches as he scans her face. It leaves a smile upon his lips. With a rush of emotions, she places her hands behind his head and pulls him in for a deep kiss. She swears she sees sparks as soon as their lips touch. Her eyes close and she breathes in his air. Neteyam’s hand remains at her chest, while another wraps around her waist.

He gently guides her back down onto the rock as he rests lightly atop of her. She hooks her leg around his as his hands explore her soft hair. His tongue lightly brushed against her lips. As her lips instinctually separate, her tongue crashes against his in a bright and wonderful embrace. She loves how he feels. How he tastes. Her mind finally presents an imaginary future with Neteyam as her mate. How it was somehow always him. This feels unbelievably right. As his grip tightens around her body, she pulls him further on top of her. His braids tickle her cheeks as he presses firmly against her lips. His hand travels from her chest to her upper thigh. His movements so sensual and filled with love and adoration.

“Neteyam,” a wobbly familiar voice calls softly. His ears flatten as he immediately pulls from their kiss. Augustine’s eyes slowly open to see Pipxì standing over them. Her hands to her hips. Her tail tense. Her ears flattened and one side of her lip pulled. She feels vulnerable with her towering over her. Her gut screams at her to move, to move to a better defensive position but she is frozen with fear. “Pips, I can explain,” he calls after her. The act turns Augustine’s stomach.

Pipxì throws her hand towards him, cursing as she walks down the stone. She quickly calls for her ilu and dives into the water. Without a second thought, Neteyam jumps onto his saddle and rapidly sinks beneath the surface to chase her. Augustine is left alone on the rock, left with an unfinished feeling. She places her hand to her neck as her tears finally cascade down her cheeks. She feels Metkayina eyes on her, judging her from afar. They all bare witness to her embarrassing display of love with someone who has already been publicly promised to a great warrior’s daughter. If she had even the slightest chance to be fully welcomed into the Metkayina people, she has just lost it by disrespecting their traditions in front of them all. She has disrespected the all great Mother in their eyes. Her heart sinks to her stomach as she is still left with the unbearable question: Why?

note: ooof, the plot twist? anyone see pipxì coming? 🥴 the dramaaaa. i think i’m going to need more of these two. i def need to see what’s about to go down. please lmk if y’all feel the same!!! (please feel the same 😅)

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lexthewanderer · 2 years ago

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Okay MISSION TO FIND NETEYAM X READER FIC!!!!!!

This little Birdy has being trying to find this fic of Neteyam called " Kiss it Better" I'm trying to find it myself and if you seen it plz do reach me out...!!!!

The birdy's little note!!!

"I was wondering if you have seen a neteyam fic called kiss it better, I think that's what it's called. From what I can remember of the plot, both neteyam and reader are apart of a raid and the reader gets severely injured and gets shrapnel in her leg and while it's getting removed neteyam holds her. I tried looking for it but I don't remember who wrote it. Like I really want to reread it"

Like really really pls tell me if you has seen it before!!!!!!ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Thank you that's all from me!❤️❤️❤️

Thank you!(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡. @toymangle224

Your helped was appreciated.(⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

"KISS IT BETTER "-by @starvine

#atwow #avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x female reader #neteyamxnavireader #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x

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randommultifandomrants · 8 months ago

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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

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l0velysmut · 9 months ago

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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cruel-seduction · 2 months ago

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It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

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itshelia · 1 year ago

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Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

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zg0nuwa · 1 year ago

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i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore

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onskepa · 7 months ago

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Hi how are you? If you want, could you tell us what your headcanons would be for what the Sully children's relationship would be like with a human/avatar mother who was mated with Jake and Neytiri? Thank you very much, have a great day!

I can see a lot of possible outcomes for this one! So here ya go! Enjoy!

P.S: Reader will not be given a name in this one, instead she will be called "small mama"

Pinnacle protection

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Pinnacle motherhood

Right off the bat, the whole family loves their third mother, second mate. Jake sully couldn't ask for a better family, and better mates. Especially his little human mate. Neytiri will agree with him, while yes she has her children to hug, her little mate is just what she needs. Something small yet full of love just for her.

Now like any trio, there is a balance between the parents. Jake is the head of the family, the brains with his clever ideas. Neytiri at times can be the brains but most muscle due to her skills in fighting and hunting. And their beloved human is the heart of the family. Keeping everyone together.

And like any child, the sully kids will have favorites. And their favorite is their amazing human mother. She is the most fun, loving parent any child could ever ask for. Are they not getting their way with Jake or neytiri? To mama it is! And mama will always fold by the simple look of her kids.

Another thing about their favorite mama, they all believe she has the power to read their minds. How else would it explain she knows their next move?

Lo’ak and tuk can recall so many instances where they were barely forming an idea only for their mama to say “dont even think about it” or “it is not worth the trouble”.

For neteyam, as he is the oldest he does try to be a good example for his mischievous siblings, along with holding so many responsibilities, but he can always count on his small mama for anything. Small mama consoles him, talking about anything neteyam has his mind about.

Unlike Jake or neytiri who neteyam has to put up a strong warrior face, with a small mama he can revert back to being a baby with her. He feels safe and be a kid again with her. And small mama always called him her “little baby boy”. Neteyam won't admit it but he likes it when she calls him that.

For kiri, she definitely adores her small mama. She is closer to her third parent than she is with neytiri. Not to be mean or anything. But with Jake, Kiri can talk about what odd things happen around her, ask her about her mother and stuff but with her small mama. Well, she can express far more with her, be free to say anything not be judged upon. Kiri can dare say small mama understands her more than anyone in the world.

With tuk, the baby of the family. Why, she loves to be the taller one, it makes her happy. Of course she would never tease her small mama that she is taller, but small mama would call her “tiny tuk”. A name tuk loves and will glady flex it for some reason.

If tuk can't go somewhere with her older siblings, small mama would personally take her anywhere she wants to go. As long as it is safe. With small mama, everything is fun and never boring. Tuk loves the times where her hair is braided or she braids small mama’s hair.

Now, if small mama would use her avatar, nothing much would change. Except that now the kids will demand piggy back rides. Tuk or lo’ak would be front of the line for that.

Hunting would be easier and much more fun with jake and neytiri, running, riding their ikrans, less risk overall.

Even with her avatar, she is still short compared to her two mates. She is smaller than Neytiri by 9 ½ inches. Not something she is super thrilled about. No matter what body, she is still small mama through and through.

Small mama is forever grateful to live her best life with her family, loving them and saying her thanks to Eywa for blessing her to be the best of her two worlds. Through hardships, through trials, small mama has a mighty heart and a roar of an ikran. Yes sometimes she might be stressed or frustrated but life is not perfect. Small mama knows that all too well. But there is nothing better than what she has.

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erenjaegerwifee · 6 months ago

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One Bed

Paring: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Summary: Theres an earthquake in the village and many of the na'vi have been displaced, because of the close family relationships the Sullys have offered for your family to stay with them at their hut. You and Neteyam however must share a bed.

✨Disclaimer: All characters are aged-up! if you feel uncomfortable with anything like this please feel free to scroll and do no interact. If you do howveer interact negatively, you will be blocked. I do not comdone cheating in the slightest but this is a made up story so please enjoy.

Warning: NSFW/MINORS DNI +18, best friends to lovers, smut, unprotected sex, somniphilia, dirty talk, Neteyam being a pervy, infidelity, blowjob, Neteyam praising you, rough sex, Neteyam is pussy drunk and in love, breeding kink, orals (female receiving)

Word Count: 5.4K (I know)

"I don't know mom really? I don't wanna over step" you turn toward Neteyam to gage his reaction. You've had a crush on your best friend for as long as you can remember but unfortunately for you, he has a bimdo girlfriend and being a good friend you don't want to overstep boundries. you look around the room at the four parents waiting for them to tell you what to do.

"I'm sorry babygirl but that's the only room you can sleep in right now, Kiri and Tuk are sharing a room so your parents can sleep comfortably and Lo'ak's room is just nasty" Jake tries to reason with you. Ignoring Lo'ak's protest about his messy room you lock yout fingers behind your head, "what about his girlfriend- what about your girlfriend nete?" you ask him.

Neteyam looks up at you from his seat around the table. "I'm not gonna let you sleep outside, no matter how she feels about it" he says matter-of-factly. "you know she hates me right" you say in the same tone. "She does not hate you, she just thinks we don't have to spend time alone together" he shrugs. "So she does hate me" I glare at him, "listen, you'll be fine shes just easily jealous is all" you sigh and finally just agree to sleep in his room, "fine but if she tries something on me you shut that shit down" I say sternly. "Yes ma'am" he replied.

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After dinner, everyone retired to their respective rooms. you follow Neteyam as he walks into his room holding the curtain up for you securing it closed as you walk in, You look around the clustered room knowing its all your fault for having so much stuff, "I'm sorry about the mess, you can stack up the chests in the corner after I'm done changing into my night gown" you told him softly. He walked over to his desk and started taking off his cummerbund and his arm gaurds. He jus shrugged, "take your time its okay, I know what happen wasn't your fault I can't be mad at you for having stuff you used to fit in you're own room" he snorted, you couldn't help but laugh at his dumb comment.

You took off your jewelry and unbraided your hair before walking over to the chest looking for a night gown that wasn't too relieving. " hey nete can I ask you something?" you say with you head down in the chest and ass up in the air, you tail sways gently. He looks up from fixing his braclet where he was seated on the bed staring directly at your pump ass, it was no secret you were sexy, Neteyam knew that very well from the amount of men who approach him to 'put in a good word' though he never does and chose to remaind selfish about the fact aswell simply settling with the excuse, ' she's not interested.' He's isn't even sure why he's doing it, he's been in a happy relationship for months now right? why is he stopping his best friend from finding a mate? He usually chalks it up to protectiveness, overprotectiveness.

'She is damn sexy though'

'what?'

he shook the thoughts out of his head looking away before finally answering you, "yea of course what is it?" he waites for you to ask yours question as he prentends to be busy with the bracelet in his hand, his mind occupied with previous thoughts of you no amount of shaking can get out of his head.

'I just know she'd look so pretty under me'

In the pass few weeks Neteyam has drifted away from his bimdo girlfriend that doesn't know how to do anything, including pleasing him. but gravitated towards seeking comfort from his best friend, its not a strange thing for you and Neteyam to talk about intimate things, things including your heat cycles or his sex sex all things fall into the category. You know well Neteyam and his girlfriend are having problems and you sleeping in bed with him will only rile the situation up which is what caused you hesitance in the first place.

You walk out from behind the room divider he set up for you to change while you stayed at his hut. You were dressed in a cute, short black mess night gown and fell flawlessly over your curves, you walk over the the desk sitting in front of the mirror to brush your hair paying no mind to Neteyam trying not to gock at your figure.

"I want to know...uhm-" you feel nervous asking his this question, although he is honest and sweet and you trust him more than anyone, you are scared he laughs at you for asking this, at your big age. "mm? you want to know what?" he ask. You set the brush down and walk up to the bed jumping up next to him bouncing a bit, making him chuckle. "I want to know how you..how you give someone a blowjob." I look down at me feet hanging off the high bed. His eyes widen in shock, "you want what?.....what?" he says not being able to find words.

You cover you're face with your hands feeling embarrassed at this whole situation. "Hey, hey don't get all shy on me now syulang" he smiles softly, "its ok I'll help you.." You were sure the meaning of his words, they sounded like he had a different meaning but you decided to ignore it. You drop your hands from your face turning your body to face him sitting criss cross on his bed waiting for him to start explaining.

Neteyam blows raspberries into the air before also turning to face you, "Uhm- ok, well- " he stuttered not knowing how to start the explination. Only then did the thoughts hit him, 'why does she want to know how to do this'

'Is she planning on doing it to someone?'

'Who?'

He rattles his brain trying to think of the answers, thinking back at anytime he saw her standing a little to close to another man for his liking, "Syulang, why do you want to know how to do this?" he finally opens up about his thoughts asking her the question. "I- I've never done it before and I'm already 21 you know, I just- one day I'm gonna find a mate, maybe soon and I want to know how to please him without embarrassing myself" He looks at you playing with your fingers in your lap shyly, he lets out a breath of relief 'so no one specific'

"Well honestly, it doesn't take a ton of effort to please a mant, but they do like it when you put in more than you should.." He starts off, eyes darting around the room, "Giving a blowjob is simple, You just- put it in your mouth" he looks toward her gauging her reaction to his words, his face turns hot thinking about what you would look like down in between his-

"Really? that's it? I should just put it in my mouth?" you say softly, "There's nothing else to it? nothing I should avoid? nothing to specifically pay attention too" you look at him with pretty does eyes.

"I mean yes, every man is different certain things would make them feel better than others, Some men would like If you paid more attention to the tip and some men might like you to pay more attention to the actual length" he shrugged feeling less nervous as he explains to you.

"Oh ok.." you were quiet for a minute gathering Your thoughts before speaking again, "so nete..what do you like?" you ask him softly, so softly he almost didn't make out your words. You blush at the thoughts, cheeks turning a light shad wif purple as you think about what he might look like sitting above you, would he like it? Is he a moaner?

'I bet his nosies would be real pretty'

"Uhm well-" he cuts your thoughts short. "I like, I don't know how to explain it, like teasing I guess? don't put it in your mouth right away, but when you do I prefer if you- well not you, you know anyone I mean anyone woman-" he stammers out his words.

You giggle listening to his nervous word vomit, "nete its ok I understand what your trying to say" I smile at him, "Yea well I'd like for the woman to pay attention to the tip, don't neglect the rest of the dick, balls and all but my tip is sensitive" he laughs along with you.

Your yawning caught his attention taking it as I sign you were tired. "You wanna go to bed?" he asked smiling lightly at the way you rub your eyes 'she's fucking adorable'

You nod and get under the covers while he turns the lights off in the room. You feel then bed dip and Neteyam lays down next to you pulling the covers up to his wasit, while sleep finds your tired form easily, Neteyam twist and turns trying to find a comfortable position. He settles for facing your sleeping form, his eyes have now adjusted to the darkness and he admires the bioluminescence freckles scattered on your face. He watches your slightly parted lips as you sleep soundly thinking about how beautiful he thinks you are.

Neteyam has to remind himself a couple times that he has a girlfriend, though it doesn't always feel that way, the only reason he decided to date thats bimbo girl is because his parents constantly pressure him to find a mate. As much as he knows his family doesn't like the girl he choose they say nothing to him because he's finallys looking for a woman. Neteyam has every intention of leaving that girl, his feelings for you coming to light slowly, he just hasn't done it yet because he has no idea what to tell her.

His mind run to thoughts of you as it always does before he sleeps at night, usually they aren't very kid friendly. But tonight is different, tonight your in front of him, close to him, less than an arm's length away from him. He could touch you, he could make you feel so good if you let him, never give you to oppotunity to think about any other man. He knows from previous talks with you, that you won't mind it if one day your boyfriend or mate fucks you in your sleep, he learned early in your sex life you have a somniphilia kink.

Neteyam is well aware of the fact that you've had sex before, but he knows you've never done this because you've expressed the fact that you wanted it to happen with your ex but it never did. He has chested before on his girlfriend but its only been for sexual release, as bad as it sounds he just has her to keep his parents from bombarding him, he knows its wrong and that he's using her but he isn't even sure she's smart enough to put two and two together.

You on the other hand, this wouldn't be sexual relief alone, this has feelings involved. Neteyam is not dense he knows you like him, it became way more clear in the last couple months when he started paying attention, but he feels no guilt over the way he thinking about you. Neteyam believes you should only belong to him, no other man should get the chance or should have had the chance to see you like this, sleeping in their bed like this.

He's mind running circles as he takes in your form, blankets sitting on your wide hips, that are slgithly wider than the average na'vi. Neteyam hates when you leave but loves to watch you walk away, watching your tail sway gently as you move makes his lioncloth tight. His eyes travel up your body taking in the tiny dress your wearing, he's pretty sure its riding up your tighs, if he were to pull that blanket up he's sure he'd see your bare cunt. His foucs makes its way to your chest, the low v-neck cut of the dress allows him to see your tits perfectly pressed together, the necklace he gave you still hanging on your neck, a beautiful metal carved sun lily on a pretty chain he made just for you.

His hand reaches out without thinking to fix the necklace straighter, brushing against the skin above your breast. You shift slightly at the touch but settly back down. Before he can stop himself, his fingers lightly brush over the middle of your breast moving to brush against one of your nipples under the cloth. Neteyam looks at them entranced as he slowly and quietly move your dress slightly to catch a glimpse of your right nipple. the dark blue nipple stands hard at the sudden exposure. You body unconsciously shivers but you don't move.

Neteyam bites his bottom lip looking at the exposed nipple 'thank ewya you sleep so stongly.' His hand reaches down to his now strained lioncloths trying to give himself some relief. He used the lightest touch he can to run his finger over your harden bud making you unintenionally whimper at the sensitivity. "Fuck.." he whispers. pressing down a bit harder on it, his eyes dart to your face every once in a while to make your still asleep. Your small whimpers and reactions make him harder by the second. He wants more of you, he wants to make you feel good. He brings his head closer to your chest slowly stopping when his mouth us only centimeters away from your nipple, he pulls the fabric of you dress more exposing your entire breast.

He looks up at you checking to make sure you haven't woken up and brings his mouth onto your nipple finally tasting your skin. He feelings like a teenage virgin again from the way he moans when he's rolls his tongue around your nipple. You whimper and wiggle around but still not waking up. Neteyam brings his hand to your waist keeping you from moving to much as he kisses and sucks on your exposed breasts moving from one to the other, "eywa, baby you taste so good, I bet you taste even better down there yea?" he whispers as he speaking to your sleeping form.

You suddenly pull away from him, turning on you back face still in his direction. Your movement detached his mouth from your breast and his eyes shoot up to your face to see if you woke up, his eyes are pinned back at the thought of getting caught like this, like a pervert. When he sees your not awake, he moves his body over yours a little more pulling the fabric covering the other breasts down, your now fully exposed to him at he going back down to devour your breast giving attention to both. You whimper quietly at the feeling subconciously.

His hand that was once planted on your waist moves down your stomach to your thighs. Neteyam pushed your dress up slowly and runs his fingers on your inner thigh. Your body response perfectly to his advances its like your awake, opening up yours legs slightly for you, "prefect girl" he whispers, eyes never leaving your face. He watched your brows furrowed and your pout lips glisten from the flavored lipbalm you had got from the lab.

Neteyam moves his hand higher up to touch your bare pussy under the sheets, he wishes he could see it but doesn't want to wake you. He runs his hand through your slit from the bottom up to your clit making you joit at the feeling, he moans a bit too loudly at the wetness in-between your thighs, the wetness he casued.

He starts rubbing your clit making you wiggle around under him as he bit his lip watching you, he finally lifts the blanket enough for him to stick his head under to see watch as his finger playes with your most sensitive parts. His other hand moves up to pinch your nipples softly pulling on them drawing sweet whimpers out of your mouth. He licks his lips at the sight of your wet pussy glancing back and forward from your face, he moves his hand up to his mouth to get a taste and lets out a desperate moan at it. You taste sweet, so sweet like ripe berries he loves to bring back for you everytime he goes on a hunting trip.

His hand goes straight back down continuing his early movements and he feels you turn again, legs moving up and down as you squeeze them together. Your hand that was previously resting on your stomach moves up to your face making Neteyam panic, he rips his hand away from in between yours legs and looks up at your face.

'I'm caught its over she's gonna hate me'

You rub your eyes until they adjust to the dark and in a sleepy voice you call out, "nete?" you reach your hand out in front of you with your free hand trying to feel for him. "Yea?" he says softly grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss your fingers. His panic still in full blow but he staying calm in front of you, he rest his head on the pillow next to yours still holding your hand.

When yours eyes have adjusted you feel a breeze in the room feeling cold you pull the blanket a bit and only now realized your breast was pulled out of your dress, "wha-what happened?" you ask feeling the wetness around your nipples. "Got distracted, you're distracting" Neteyam whispers, "I couldn't help myself baby I'm sorry" he pleads with you, as if you would be mad at him.

"You touched me?" you match his tone, turning your head to face him. Your nose accidently brushes against his your lips only hair lengths apart, "I couldn't help it, look at you..." he justifies his actions, "your so sexy laying in my bed like this..." His behaviour surpised you, you know Neteyam is a confident man when it came to women but you never imagined he'd be this way towards you, it made you wonder how much women came before you, but you wont question that right now.

"yea?" you flirt, he mocks your tone saying a small 'yea' before kissing you on the lips. His big hands move into action, one cupping your breast and the other bringing your body closer to him by your waist. "Where?" you ask him while kissing him, "touched you here" he squeezed your breast in his hands, pressing you up against his broad chest some more, "and I touched you here" he brings a hand down to your cunt again. The kiss becomes heated making you blush, heat traveling down your neck. "nete.." you cry into the skin.

He pulls away from your mouth and starts kissing down your neck erratically, he kisses and sucks like hell never get another chance. Neteyam marks up your skin with pretty purple bruises and lovebite all the way down to your thighs, he leaves no part of your body untouched, unkissed.

He makes you whimper and cry out for him to touch you in your most sensitive areas. He bites and marks up your thighs before throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and the other he pushed up to you chest, spreading you wide open for him. Neteyam watches in the darkest as your folds get pulled apart a string of slick connecting them. His tail swayes enthusiastically as he watches your bare cunt. You feel hot and horny at his stare and move your hand down to touch yourself.

"Gonna touch yourself for me to watch baby fuckk" he groans making your slick leak. You run your hand down your folds and use your fingers to part them some more, your other hand moves to his head pulling him closer to your core, "Tey...please" you bite your lip looking at him sexily. Without missing a beat he complies burying his face into you. You press your head into the pillow as you fell his tongue drag up your slit or your clit. He flicks his tongue expertly getting a good taste of you before pulling away.

You raise your head at his actions watching him sit up on his knees untieing his loincloth. He watches you admit his body as he frees his cock form confidement, it slaps his abdomen with a small bounce making your gasp.

Neteyam smirks at your reaction to him letting you watch at he strokes himself a couple times, he leans forward and grabs the hair on top of your head roughly pulling you into a sitting position making you wail your mouth how directly in front the tip of his dick. You look up at him from the position before looking back at his cock, "you wanted to know how to suck cock babydoll? I'll teach you yea? still wanna learn?" he says in a sickenly sexy voice. You nod your head quickly a few times "yea" you say sounding a bit more desperate than you wanted to.

You lick your lips as you watch him hold the base of his dick tapping it on your now wet bottom lip a couple times, your eyes flutter as you look up at him, "open up babydoll" you obey him almost immediately, sticking your tongue out. He smile as he taps the head on your tongue. Luckily for you, you remember he told you early he likes it when you pay attention to the tip, so that's exactly what you did.

You replace his hand with yours at the base and gave him a few kitten licks, you run your tongue up and down the length of his cock before continuing to tease him. Above you Neteyam looks like he's having a hard time keeping his composure, grunting and groaning at the feeling of your lips on him he throws his head back making you moan in responses sending shock waves through his body.

You take the initiative and open up wider fiting his entire head in your mouth, you suck and lick circles around it before fiting any more in. Neteyam's cock is huge' the head alot barely fits in your mouth your not sure more much more can go in there, you've never had someone this big.

Neteyam's lips were parted letting out sweet sounds, you never imagined he'd be so vocal. His eyes were shut tightly as he threads his hands through your hair creating a mess makeshift ponytail he held up with one hand, "Are you sure you've never done this before?" he whimpers as your tongue circles his head once more. His other hand comes down to caress the your cheek feeling the bulge his tip created.

You shook your head no before forcusing your efforts on taking in more of his dick into your mouth, as you swallow him slowly, he hunches over you gripping tighter on your hair. You look up at him with your pretty doe eyes and he bit his lip looking down at you. As you take more, drool pools at the side of your mouth dripping down your chin and onto you chest. You use your hands to stroke the part that cant fit in your mouth and bob your head up and down on him.

His sweet noises make you even more slick than you were before, making you feel so needy you subconsciously start grinding down on his bed, rubbing your slick on the sheets leaving a wet spot. "look at you babydoll, feeling needy? you're doing so good" Neteyam starts to lose his resolve bucking his hips into your mouth slightly, you moan around him in response.

Neteyam pulls on your hair slightly making you yelp on his cock before he pushed further into your mouth making you gag and choke on him. "tap my thigh if its too much ok" he doesn't wait for your response before he's fucking into your mouth, thrusting deeper and deeper every stroke until your nose is hitting his pelvis. He groans above you telling you how good your doing for him, and how amazing your pretty mouth feels, he tells you how perfect you look on your knews for him. His tail sways erratically as he gets close to his release. "Babydoll gonna cum- gonna cum in your mouth" he says before letting out the sexiest gruntal moan you ever heard coming from a man as he fills up your mouth so much his cum spills out the side even though his entire cock is down your throat.

He pulls his entire cock out of your mouth wiping the excess cum on the side of it pushing it back into your mouth. You sit up on your knees to be face to face and after swallowing you stick your tongue out to show him you did a good job. Neteyam smiles at you before cupping your cheeks with one hand and pulling you into a heated kiss, your hands fly up to his shoulders and his other hand moves down to your ass giving it a nice slap and squeeze, your tail wraps around his forearm keeping him from moving his hand as he kneading your ass in his hand.

"You did so good for me babydoll" he mumbles into your mouth. When you pull away for a breath of air he takes the opportunity to push you back down on the bed, you land bouncing on the pillow. Before you have a chance to protest he flips your body over on all fours you tail sways in the air. He uses your tail as leverage to pull you hips up and line you up with him cock. You yelp at the feeling before feeling his tip rub against your clit making you whimper. You turn your head to look over your shoulder at him watching as he shakes your ass in his hands before placing a nice slap on it making you cry out.

You push your ass back onto his cock wrapping your tail around his arm once again. He finally takes the hink and pushing the tip in making you both moan in synce at the feeling. Neteyam's cock stretches you out so much you feel like your eyes cross. You gripped the pillow in front of you as your arms shoke attempting to accommodate his huge size. He sighs softly as he bottoms out in you, taking in the feeling of you wraped around him, "damn baby, you're so tight" his grip on you tightens as he pulls half his cock out and thrust it back in testing the waters.

You whimper and moan as his thrust that progressively get harder and faster until he's pounding into you. Your head drops onto the pillow in front of you and he leans over your body resting both his hands on yours next to your head. Neteyam lace your fingers in with him as he ruts into you, he listens to you moan and cry out for him, "oh fuck nete please don't stop dont stop" you chant.

"Shhh baby, you're gonna wake up the house" he chuckles as he fucks into you even harder. So hard he's knocking the air out of your with every thrusts you can't help the nosies that come out of you. "Ba-baby you're so good" you grunt out, not being able to catch your breath.

Neteyam leans back up putting his hands on your hips pulls your entire body back to meet his thrust, fucking into you faster. He listens to your little ah ah ah that come out of your sweet mouth not being able to focus on anything but you. He watches as your ass bounces against his body creating ripples in your skin, your tail curling and uncurling itself being wrapping around his slim waist.

He loves it. He loves everything about this. He knows he has every intention of claiming you tonight, there is no way he's going to let you fall into the hands of another man. No way he's going to let this pussy grip anyone's cock other than of his. Never

"Babydoll, you're so perfect- ah - feel so fucking good wrapped around me like that...you gonna cum baby feel you gripping me" he moans out his hands move up to your bouncing tits playing with your senstive, hard nipples making you scream, "F-UCK YES pleassse, wan-na cum" you stutter your words pathetically, the only thing you can think about is the feeling of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrusts, you can only think about Neteyam, your mind running in circles with thoughts of him pounding in and out of you.

Neteyam Neteyam Neteyam

unknownst to you, you were not only chanting his name in your head but also out loud making his smirk at how cockdrunk you've become over him, "Yea baby? taking me so well, such a good girl for me" he leans down biting on your neck claiming your body making you wail. You feel a bit jealous while getting pounded, 'is this what she's feeling everytime he lays her down', all these months she's gotten this godly cock while you settle for the other unsatisfying people. its not fair, you don't want him to be with her, you want him to be with you, you could give him everything, you'd never deny him, you'd be the most perfect mate for him.

His words make you feel like gushing all over him and that's exactly what you did. His have traveled down to your clit making you wail as you cum on his cock, you both moan in sync once more at the wetness that hit you both, your juices mess up his abdomen dripping down both of your thighs. He looks down at where you two meet watching as mutiple strings of you cum connect both of your skin. The sight drives Neteyam crazy he wants to cum, he wants to cum now inside you.

"I'm gonna cum baby, gonna cum in your sweet cunt yea? squeezing me so perfectly babydoll, gonna let me cum in you" he groans and grunts as he getting closer to his release. You push you ass back into him making him fuck into you even harder, feeling so cock drunk you scream out, "Yes Yes pleasee! cum in me want your babies!" You aren't thinking straight he knows, but neither is he.

The thought of you having his babies makes him want to explode in you, thinking about how you'd be pump and round with his child, how your sexy figure is gonna swell to accommodate his baby makes his go crazy. How your tits are gonna look so perfect leaking milk when he's bouncing you on his cock as a thank you for having his baby and all the babies he could ever want, he knows you'll give it to him. His thoughts send him over the edge, his grip on your hips tighten significantly as he thrust into you with a brutal pace listening to your whines and screams. He cums deep inside you, you feel his cum being pumped out of his cock driving you insane, your eyes roll back for what feels like the millionth time.

Neteyam stills his movements and drops both of you down laying on your side. Still buried deep inside you he doesnt want to pull out, he wants his baby juice to take. You both know you have a lot to talk about after this, but your always sure you don't regret a single part of it. He presses kisses on the junction of your neck and sleep finds you easily as you snuggle together holding each other tightly.

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thewingedswine · 1 year ago

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Chapter 33: The Nantang’s Laugh.

Neteyam moved just enough to grip her forearms, not missing how her eyes lingered on the mouth shaped scar on his wrist. the pain had long subsided, but the memory was still there. The one of a girl leaping from a gunship. The one of a soldier on the wrong side of the war. “We’ve come a long way, you and I.” He said softly.

Stripes was quiet, but the tightening of her hands on him said what she couldn’t. Yeah, he imagined her chuckling. We have.

(Art by the endlessly talented amazing fabulous incredible @itscaptainmarty on twitter, Instagram and Patreon boiiiiii)

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 11 months ago

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꧁𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖꧂

✧ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔<3

✧ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒅𝒂, 𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒗, 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒍/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍, 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒔 (𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒋𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒐), 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈), 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈/𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚/𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂, ’𝒔𝒊𝒓’ 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕. 𝑳𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ��𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔💕

✧ 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔: 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒚𝒊̀𝒑- 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆- 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝑶𝒆𝒚𝒂̈- 𝒎𝒚 (𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆), 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒕𝒖- 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒊̀𝒚𝒂𝒘𝒏-𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒗𝒐-𝒚𝒐𝒗𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒚𝒍𝒖- 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝑵𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒙𝒂𝒏 ’𝒆𝒌𝒙𝒊𝒏, 𝒐𝒆𝒚𝒂̈ 𝒕𝒊̀𝒚𝒂𝒘𝒏- “𝑺𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑴𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆“, 𝑻𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒊̀𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒏- 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚

✧ 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊!! 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒐

✧ !!𝑨𝑳𝑺𝑶!! 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏!𝒔/𝒐, 𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒚𝒂!𝒔/𝒐, 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒌𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒂!𝒔/𝒐. 𝑺𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚☺️💕

──☆*:・ﾟ──☆*:・ﾟ ──☆*:・ﾟ✧𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒄’𝒔

- they’re all extremelyy protective over you. And always so ready to defend you.

- very touchy, weather it’s a little hand hold or a full on thigh grab he needs to have his hands on you at all times.

- they’re all very fertile, and so are you. (So yk what that means😘)

- their aftercare is AMAZING 🫦

- NON-SEXUAL DOMINANCE 😩!! Like…

Putting his hand on your back to lead you somewhere

Saying “no” in a stern but caring tone

Opening things for you/ Making way for you

Giving you reasonable instructions

Telling you “come here” and/or pointing to the ground to where they want you

Fixing your appearance (like fixing your hair or loincloth)

Lifting your chin up

“look at me”

Fixing your posture

“Yeah?”

And so many more😩

- always so quick to do anything for you. Want food? He already out the door. Cold? Blanket is already covering you. Need a hug? Immediately wrapping his arms around you and kissing you gently. This man is in loveee with you😭

- they got the besttt hand placement 😩

𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎

❥𝑺𝑭𝑾❥

- loves taking you out on late night beach walks, the bioluminescence of the pandora making you look even more gorgeous.

- whenever you two go on walks in the forest he always hold your hand whenever the path gets too uneven. And whenever he has to climb or jump over something he’ll always pick you up so you don’t get hurt.

“Teyam! I’m fine! I’m not a child you know.”

“Mhm. Yeah sure, yawntutsyìp. Now come on.”

- hates when he sees other guys looking at you, almost like he can hear their thoughts. So he’ll just wrap his arm around you and trail kisses and a few bites all over your soft skin, making sure everyone know you’re his.

- whenever he gets mad his jaw does that thing, and ik yall know what im talking about 😩

- keeps track of your period/heat cycle, so he knows the exact day you’re going to get it.

- he baby’s you a lottt during these days, making sure his girl is ok.

“Here tahnì, kiri made this for you. It’s supposed to take some of the pain away.”

“Thank you, baby. You’re the best-“ and there it was again. That sharp pain shooting up through your core. It felt like someone was trying to tear you apart from the inside out.

You yelp in pain, neteyam automatically leaping next to your side and pressing his big hand into where the pain was coming from.

“Shshsh, yawntu. It’s ok..I know it hurts but I’m here baby. I got you.” He coos, the warmth and pressure from his hand soothing you immediately. The rest of your body weight pressing into his chest.

“That’s my girl.”

- always is looking at you even when you’re not looking at him. You always manage to catch his eyes tho, it’s hard not to when he’s staring right into your soul.

- but when you finally do meet his eyes they’re always filled with love and affection, it makes you smile all giddy every time

- his tail always betrays his words, like whenever you feel like he’s getting jealous, you’ll ask him upfront. And ofc he’ll say no, but two seconds later you feel his tail coiling around your thigh possessively. Or when you guys get into a fight and are still mad at each other afterwards, his tail will still wrap around your calve as a comfort. But he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

- does the lil “come here” waist grab combo before he kisses you🤤

!!𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕!!

❥𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾❥

- loves seeing how flustered you get by him just doing the smallest things, like when he flexes his arms or lowers his voice a little just to see your thighs clench and face get all red/purple

“Y/n..you listening to me, yawntusip?” He questions with a smirk that tells you he already knew the answer to his own question.

“Yes, yes I’m sorry, baby. Continue.” You responded, mind still focused on how the way he was looking at you and his deep voice made your panties unbearably slick.

“Mhm.. no. I rather do something else instead.”

- has such a huge breeding kink. Like he’s downright obsessed with how pretty you look all cockdrunk with his cum just leaking out of you. Makes him feralll.

- also has a courruption kink, size kink, slight spit kink, biting kink, Dacryphilla, and yeah this mf js freaky asf (but he keep it on the DL)

- speaking of him being freaky asf, he’d definitely fuck you in public. Like this man is balls deep inside of you, hitting your sweet spot every time he thrust back in, and he’s over here telling you shit like “shshsh, yawne.. don’t want them to hear you now do you? Mhm~fuck.. you must want them to with the way you’re clenching around me huh?” Like MHM😩

- he’s a eater. He’s such an eater. (js like his brother and daddy) your pussy is basically stress relief to him😭

- puts his hair in a bun before he eat it🫦

- doesn’t mind when you ask to return the favor, bc he loves seeing you on your knees in front of him, pretty lips wrapped around his thick tip and hands desperately gripping at his thighs as you try to push the rest of him into your mouth. The sight makes him js 😵‍💫

-so whipped for you 😭like this mf will do ANYTHINGGG for you, just say the word.

- loves watching you try to hold in your moans and whimpers, the way your face gets all puffy and hands start shaking and squeezing him desperately makes something primal awaken in him. And watching the tears finally spill over your face when he makes you cum? Fucking perfect to him.

- has a ‘sir’ kink too, you found out about it accidentally tbh😭

“Make sure you clean that cut, oeyä yawntu. Don’t want it getting infected.” He ordered softly, making you smile at his gentle yet stern demeanor.

“Yes, sir.” You quipped sarcastically, looking down at the bandage infront of you.

His whole body froze at the name, ears perking up and tail standing up in a ridged way “What?” He said lowly, his switch in energy making your body mimic his.

“I-uhm sorry I-“

“No. Don’t apologize, yawntu.” He walks over to you quickly before kneeling infront of you, kissing you hungrily. “Say it again.” Your tail sways around excitedly at his tone, body getting hotter by the second.

“Yes, sir.”

“Mhm..again.”

- a titty man definitely, he loves watching them bounce whenever he fucks you in missionary

- whenever he punishes you, orgasm denial/control and spanking are his go tos. He just loves how needy and whiney you get from him not giving you what you want.

“T-teyam, please! I’m sorry!”

“Yeah? You pissing me off says otherwise.” Another harsh slap.

You writhe and squirm under him, but it’s no use. Tears of frustration stream down you face once you feel two more slaps to your sensitive flesh.

“P-please, teyam. No..more.” You whine, chest heaving and mouth dry from your screams of protest. His expression softens at your small voice, hand coming down to rub the irritated skin back and forth gently.

“Alright, yawntu. No more.” He coos, leaning down to leave soft kisses on the back of your neck, “but don’t think I’m gonna let you cum at all tonight.”

- loves kissing you when your sitting on something, weather it be a counter or your bed, he just loves kissing you like that.

- grabs your waist to grind you down onto him/guide your movements

- “I’ll make it fit, Yawntu.”

- when he starts getting close he’ll whisper the DIRTIESTT shit in Navi to you 🫦

“Mhm~..Teyam, please..” you whine, the feeling of him using you and stretching your small, leaking pussy proving way too much for you.

“I know, ma’yawntu. Need you to be good for me ok?” He coos, holding the side of your face gently.

You lazily respond with a head nod, slowly losing yourself because of the feeling of your 4th orgasm building up in your core.

He shudders when your pussy clenches around him repeatedly, making him lean down to cadge you in with one of his arms, while the other holds your leg. Leaving slow, sloppy marks and kisses all over your soft skin.

“Hah~fuck..Niftxan ‘ekxin, oeyä tìyawn..Tsun ke ne tìng nga a prrnen~“

𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆

❥𝑺𝑭𝑾❥

- likes having you on his lap while he does small chores that don’t require him to be standing

- and he does that thing where he pats his lap so you know where you’re supposed to be😩

- whenever your stressed he’ll always trace the same pattern on your back, and it soothes you almost immediately

- veryy affectionate with you,he’s a man after all. He loves to show his woman how much he loves her.

- he always lifts up your chin/ grabs your waist before kissing you

- when you guys argue (which is rarely) he’s definitely a “come here” typa mf, bc he hates making his girl feel bad

- likes to bring you to his meetings just to have you sit there and look pretty

“Baby, what does that mean?” You ask while looking up at him innocently, the sight making him smile softly.

“It means knowing our location, babygirl (knowing our 20)” he responds, placing his hand on your head as you let out a soft “oh..” and continue to listen to him talk to the other warriors.

- likes to form tsaheylu before you guys fall asleep

- hugs from behind 🫦

- loves you guys height difference so much

- another one that babies tf outta you, no matter what. Especially if you’re close to your period/heat cycle

“Hey babygirl, how you feelin?” He says with a soft smile on his face as he walks over to you with a basket of your favorite fruits and cold water.

“Oo! You got yovo for me? You really didn’t have to do that, oeyä tìyawn. I’m just feeling a little lightheaded is all.” You explain, sitting up on your hands so he can sit down in front of you. And that’s when the pain hits. A sharp pain going straight up your spine into your head that makes you cry out. The ringing in your ears getting excruciatingly loud.

Jake is quick to get to your side, placing you on your side so your spine is stretched out. Reliving the pain almost immediately. “I know babygirl, I know. I’m right here.” He coos, pressing firm circles into the base of your neck, massaging out the excess tension. “Just breathe, okay, hon? I gotchu.”

- the emotional security this man provides is AMAZING LIKE🥹🩷

- you always crave him, not even just sexually but physically too. Just his smell,his vibe, his company. Just him. And it’s the same for him too.

- he never stops trying to impress you, just because he has you it doesn’t give him a reason to stop

- he does that thing where he’ll say your name and then point with his head/eyes to where he wants you to be😩

“And I just don’t know how I could-“ you ramble, stressed out because of the celebration later tonight.

“Y/n.” Jake says sternly, but softly. His baritone silencing you immediately.

He looks at you before looking at the bed and tilting his head softly, making you obey his order silently.

Once you sit on the bed, he stands between your legs, cupping your face with his big hands gently. “Baby..” he pauses to kiss your forehead gently. Making you melt into his touch. “Relax. We’re gonna figure it out,ok?” You nod softly at this, letting your nerves leave you.

“Plus I can’t wait to see how sexy your gonna look to-“ “OK, Alright!”

!!𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕!!

❥𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾❥

- lovesss having you in mating press and missionary, something about seeing all of your expressions makes him drill into even harder, just to see how you react.

- when you start whining and whimpering from the overstimulation, he’ll just cup your face and place soft kisses on your skin while saying, “I know, baby, I know.” Not even bothering to slow his pace on your poor cunt.

- “you look so pretty like this, baby” and “that’s my good girl” are his favorites

- finds it so hot whenever your tail wraps around him when he’s fucking you in doggy, it’s such an ego boost for him.

- pushes your legs back whenever he’s eatin it😩

- he loves cockwarming after a long day lemme tell you 😮‍💨

- he absolutely loves praising you, but also degrading you a little too🙈

“Awh hon, this wet just from a little kissing? Such a needy little slut for me.”

- his biggest kinks are breeding and size kink

- likes using toys on you, and definitely slips one inside you before you leave in the morning, just to watch your knees buckle whenever he presses that little button

- definitely an ass man, he loves squeezing it and watching it bounce whenever he has you in doggy

- “sir” kink 100%, especially when he’s punishing you.

- speaking of this tho, his brat taming? Phew lawd😩 he gives you exactly what you want and also you nothing at the same time.

“Ja-Sir!, please! Im-sorry!” You yelp, voice bouncing from his harsh thrust and tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation.

“Nuh-uh. Too late for that shit now, babygirl. Wanted to act like a little whore, so I’m gonna fuck you like one.” He growled, leaving yet another hard slap on your ass, making you whine in pain.

The pace he set was fast and deep, avoiding your sweet spot every time he thrusted back in. And pulling out whenever you got too close. It was absolute torture. Yet you craved it nonetheless.

“Sir..please. I can’t..” you say softly, making him finally hit your sweetspot with his thick tip, turing you into a moaning mess. “Alright, babygirl. But this is the only time you’re cumming tonight.”

- forehead kisses after sex🥹

- speaking of kissing, he’s such a good kisser (obvi bc he has experience but still🙄) he always goes at the pace you want, he knows where to put his hands, and he always puts so much feeling into them like ugh🤤

- cockwarming with you while you sit in his lap>>

𝑳𝒐’𝒂𝒌

❥𝑺𝑭𝑾❥

- such a cuddle bug, like my baby loves being touched and touching you

- when you’re standing and he’s sitting, he’ll wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him. (Even tho he’s eye level with you because he’s so tall😭)

- hates seeing you sad, angry, etc and he does everything in his power to get you out of it.

“Hey mama, I got you some chocolate norm had stashed in the fridge.” He announces while walking into your room, shutting the door behind him with his foot.

“Thank you, sweet boy. I’m not that hungry though..” you say softly, tone quiet and deadpan. His ears perk up and flick at the tone of your voice, brows knitting together at your mood.

“Mama, what’s the matter?” He says softly as he climbs into your large bed, fit for the both of you. You say nothing, instead just rolling over and wrapping your arms around his much larger frame.

Chuckling softly at this, he kisses your head lovingly. “It’s ok, mama. I gotchu”

- likes teaching you the lingo his dad uses on the throat com, he just loves how genuinely intrigued you are when he tells you about it

- gets jealous very easily, he’ll be so quick to pick a fight with someone it’s not even funny

- hates when people touch his hair but loves when you do it

- whenever you guys talk, he always does the triangle method without realizing it. And it gets you flustered every single time😭

- “my girl can wear whatever tf she want but if you touch her ima break your jaw, it’s that simple” typa bf

- loves playing with your hair/ braiding it

- always stares at you, always. Whenever you walk by him and flash him a quick smile his whole train of thought just stops, kiri and neteyam always make fun of him for it😭

- especially if you guys are talking in a group of people, just a lil hand hold or eye contact with you will have this man melting

!!𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕!!

❥𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾❥

- he’s definitely an eater just like his dad and teyam, but before he eats it he always kisses your thighs and ya lips (both of em…bc we all know know these men are js as much of pussy kisses as much as they are pussy eaters yfmm???)

- the second he puts his hair into that ponytail..phew yk you done for😩

- loves doing the finger + tounge combo js to hear you scream and cry out his name

- speaking of that he loves hearing you say his name, deadass makes his eyes roll back just because of the sound of your voice and the way your pussy squeezes him so hard

- does the knee thing whenever you guys make out (and always has his hands on ya tittes🤭)

- the make outs you guys have?..phew😩 sloppy and slow and bodies all pressed tg😩

- you put on a mini skirt one time as a joke and phew lawd..the way he bent you over so quickly and fucked your brains out🫦

- steals his dads camera to take pictures of you so whenever you guys are apart he has something of you to keep him company 🫶🏽

- absolutely adores your body, he loves how soft and squishy it is, especially your thighs and ass

- such an ass man, (like Jake😭)

- loves having you in doggy and missionary

- also I see him liking 69ing too, but he didn’t realized he loved it so much until you introduced it to him

- a switch, loves being in control and making you a cockdrunk mess for him but also loves when you fuck him

- he has such a huge oral fixation, like if you stick your fingers in his mouth while you’re riding him, he turns subby so quick 😮‍💨 or whenever you start randomly kissing and sucking on his hands his brain turns into putty, poor baby gets so overwhelmed by how good your mouth feels he almost cums untouched 🙁 breathing all heavy and face a mess.. ugh😍

- doesn’t really like quickies, but if you both are desperate he’ll do it. He just rather take his time with you, he loves watching you fall apart for him.

- he has a thing for whenever you touch his hands, like when you massage them gently and tell him how pretty they are or how nice they look he turns into a blushing mess, tail wagging and thumping against the floor wildly

- likes touching you in public to see how long you can keep quiet

- “Awh, what was that mama? I couldn’t hear you.” While having the most shit eating grin on his face

- loves teasing you about how much your tail sways and wags when you’re around him. And how much it’ll instinctively wrap around him.

- one of the ways he likes to punish you is making you sit in his lap while he tells you how to touch, cooing and teasing you when he sees your delicate, slow strokes turn more aggressive and needy. So he holds your hand to guide you at the pace he wants.

“Lo’ak!~ please..wanna cum so bad..” you whine frustratedly, moaning softly as he curls your fingers into your sweet spot. But it isn’t enough. You need him.

“Awe that’s too bad, baby. Shouldn’t have been such a needy slut before you got into this. Now you just gotta take it.” He says sternly, removing his hand from yours and placing them on your inner thighs.

“Lo’ak I-“

“I don’t care. Now keep touching, mama. And if I see you speeding up you’re not cumming at all tonight.”

- and yet anotha man that’s whipped asf for u, when you guys were officially mated, he swore he fell even more in love with you. Mf was already making plans for kids😭

- so so vocal😩 especially when you force him to be submissive(he acts like he hates it but yall both know damn well😭)

- another one who grabs your waist to grind you down onto him😩

- another “I’ll make it fit” mf, but he’ll taunt and tease you for how much your legs are shaking and the tears endlessly flowing from your eyes.

“Fuck!~ lo-lo’, wait..it’s not gonna fit..” you writhe and yelp, pathetically trying to push him away from you with your shakey legs.

He growls angrily at this, grabbing both of your legs with his hands and pushing them down next to your ears, folding you like a pretzel under his strong frame.

“Don’t, fuckin’ push me away, mama. Ever.” He seethes, your faces inches apart from each other. “Plus, your pretty little pussy seems to be doing just fine. Poor girl keeps getting greedier and greedier the more I push into you.” He places a slow, sweet kiss on your lips before pushing the rest of his cock inside of you, rubbing your clit to open you up even more.

The stretch makes you cry out and squirm, tears spilling down your face at the stimulation. “Awe, look at you sweet girl. Is my cock too much for you? You can handle it, baby. You said it yourself.” He teases, a shit-eating grin appearing on his face when you try respond to him, but all the comes out are little moans and whimpers.

He thrust into you softly, testing out the waters. You moan loudly at his slow movements, pussy clenching around him repeatedly as you reach for him aimlessly, mind already turned into mush. He chuckles at this, giving you his hand before carefully speeding up his pace. “My pretty girl, already cockdrunk? Mhm~ Fuck..can’t wait to turn you into my personal little cock sleeve~, want that, mama? Want me to fuck you so much that you only crave me?” His words make your pussy clench and squeeze around him repeatedly, letting him know everything he needed to before his pace turned ruthless.

──☆*:・ﾟ──☆*:・ﾟ──☆*:・ﾟ

𝑨/𝑵~ bc why did this take sm more longer than an actual fic? Im done 😭 I tried to make them all as even as I could, but some of them have more than the other (let’s take a huge guess on who I’m talking ab😭). Might make another one for the girls tbh🤭 but I hope yall like this, and if you want me to write more lmk🩷 I had fun with this one🥰

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11~

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• I CHOOSE YOU •

pairing: neteyam x augustine (na’vi/avatar oc, she/her)

summary: augustine reflects on her relationship with eywa and her creations - most notably, her blossoming relationship with neteyam

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; avatar 2009 references and avatar wow spoilers; quick side story to the past, jealousy, angst, arranged & complex relationships, slow burn; hot and heavy, implications of a certain something, misspelling eywa cuz dyslexia, etc.

word count: ~5.8k

• part 3 • eywa’s choice • series •

note: welcome to part 3! more more more! there are def more na’vi words up in this one. i've linked the words that have direct links, but for those who don't are bolded and have a footnote at the end of the section to support your reading. definitions and phrases found on learn na'vi. also italics for going back in time. just my apologies haha she be all over the place

Neteyam rushes after Pipxì. His mind racing. He never meant to hurt anyone. He understands what is expected of him, what is expected of them both.

The two began as close friends, supporting each other through the months leading up to their Metkayinan iknimayas. They even received their tattoos, hunters' garments, and song chord beads together upon the passing of their rites. On that very same day, Ronal prophesied Neteyam and Pipxì's child to be the one to lead the next generation of Na'vi to victory over the sky people.

Two children already born of great warriors. Their brave generational lines would join together to create an unstoppable force to lead the Na'vi people. With something so important, Neteyam hoped that it would feel right, but it never did. His heart was always elsewhere. It was back at home, the forest. Nothing was the same between him and his friend after that day.

Pipxì leads Neteyam to a deserted cove. She hops off of her ilu and onto the volcanic rock resting above the water. She walks forward, her arms crossing over her chest. "Pips, please," Neteyam calls out as he rushes behind her. She turns around quickly. An abundance of anger displayed upon her face. "You know what is expected of us, Neteyam," she seethes through her teeth. "Yes, but-" he starts. "We do not get in a choice in this. We are promised," she yells in frustration.

"We should, Pips," Neteyam suggests softly. His brows push together in frustration. He grunts, throwing his hand up. "We should get a choice. We are hunters, warriors. We should choose our own mates." Pipxì hisses as her upper lip begins to tremble. "This is what Eywa wants," she says, turning her back to him. "Ronal can be wrong," he mutters. Pipxì quickly looks back at him with shock on her face. She rushes towards him, her ears back. "Do not disrespect Tsahik," she demands through gritted teeth. "The all-great mother chooses. Not us," she spits out as her eyes peer down to their feet.

"Then why does this not feel right, Pips?" Neteyam asks with concern written throughout his face. Pipxì's eyes raise to his. "We are not meant to be mates," he whispers. "You know this. Your own heart belongs to another." She breathes heavily as her ears raise. "You remember?" he asks as he guides her chin up with his finger. "When we rode our tsurak together for the first time." She pulls her chin from him. Her eyes begin to well as she refuses to look his way. He follows her, attempting to gain her eye line. "Your heart belongs to Itso," he whispers.

"I am not promised to Itso," Pipxì yells back. Her ears flat as she pushes against Neteyam's chest. "You would have been," he continues. He raises his hands as he looks at his friend in pain. "If you had a choice." Pipxì shakes her head, an annoyed smile forming on her right cheek. "You are as stubborn as they come, Suli," she spits out. "It’s that demon blood. It makes you stupidly optimistic." He pulls away as his eyes fall to the ground. His nose twitches as he feels the burn of her statement. He knows she did not mean it.

Pipxì takes in the sight of Neteyam. She cares deeply for her closest friend, but cannot separate her anger from her concern. She takes a deep breath, attempting to calm herself. "We don't get to choose,” she says as though it disgusts her. “I don't get to choose Itso. She will never be my mate," she whispers. "The same way Augustine will never be yours."

Pipxì walks through Neteyam, brushing harshly against his shoulder. She calls out to her ilu and quickly jumps on. Neteyam turns to watch her dive under the clear waters. His heart filled with sadness. In his eyes, there is nothing right about their pairing. He believes they are destined to be friends, without a doubt. Not at all mates, yet they are forced together. They both belong to others, yet they are forced. Why?

With an overwhelming amount of stares from the Metkayina people, Augustine slides down the rock and onto her ilu. She hops upon the saddle, makes the bond, and swiftly dives under the water. She wishes to be anywhere but here. She wishes she never left the forest, never left her home. Her ilu frantically swims through the waters. This time she was ready. Her embarrassment, hopelessness, disappointment, fear - all fuels her muscles. It makes it so her hand is completely clenched onto the notch of her saddle.

She feels tingles atop her skull, her body communicating the need for air. She chooses to ignore it. Her eyes closed. Her ilu frantically navigating the coral without a care in the world. She feels sobs erupting from her throat. She wonders if one could even cry under water. The second sign of her body needing air hits her intensely, even her ilu feels it. Their navigation now slow and clumsy. The lightheaded feeling leaving Augustine's grip looser and looser.

Finally, Augustine breaches. She gasps in the air as she rests against the neck of her ilu. "I'm so sorry, girl," she says as she cries against the smooth skin of its neck. The ilu pushes its head against her cheek, feeling her deep sorrow. Augustine quickly stifles her tears to look around her surroundings. She finds herself on the other side of Awa’atlu. Luckily, she is closer to the Sully pod. "Come on," she directs as the ilu changes direction towards the shore.

She jumps off of the saddle and lands her feet into the sand of the ocean. The water barely at her knees. She turns to grab her queue, but stops to look into the eye of her ilu. She takes a moment to ponder and then a slow solemn smile grows upon her face. "May I call you Aazll? I always thought that was a pretty name," she whispers as her hand strokes the ilu's side. She closes her eyes as she feels a rush of warmth and acceptance. "Thank you, Aazll," she replies as she opens her eyes. "I will see you again," she nods as she separates her queue. Aazll quickly dives into the water and swims out beyond the reefs.

Augustine runs up the sanded beaches and into the village. She tries not to be paranoid of those staring at her. She wonders if this is the regular curious and nosey staring she has received since she arrived, or if its staring because they know what she and Neteyam did. She wonders how fast news travels within the clan. She begins to feel tears well in her eyes. She runs faster and faster through the crowd, hoping she will make it back to the pod before she explodes.

Once she finally jumps into the Sully hut, she finds Neytiri preparing a fish. Her eyes quickly flash towards the distressed figure moving through the front entrance. "Augustine, what's wrong?" Neytiri asks as her brows pull together in worry. She quickly stands from her sit and wraps her arms around the poor girl. Augustine begins to sob, knowing full well that she would not be able to hide her emotions from the closest thing she has to a mother. Neytiri pulls her in close, brushing away the tear-soaked curls that have stuck to her cheeks. "Are you okay?" she asks softly as she guides Augustine down to the netted floor.

"I've made-" Augustine stops herself, taking in a long shaky breath. "I've made many mistakes since I came here," she continues. Neytiri pulls away, confused. Her ears flatten and quickly raise as she takes in Augustine’s tearful eyes. She sucks in breath and returns back to holding the child closer into her chest. "I see you, Augustine te Uniltìrantokxolo’ Ewtoä'ite. You are Omatikaya. You are one of the people," she says proudly. She gently places her hands upon her cheeks, raising her eyes up towards her's. "Whatever mistakes you have made can be forgiven by the great mother.”

Augustine leans deeper into Neytiri’s embrace. She stifles sobs against her chest. The confusion, the ambiguity of everything that has happened in the past few days has placed her in quite the flurry of emotions. She is thankful to have Neytiri. Thankful that Neytiri has welcomed in yet another motherless child. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” Neytiri asks softly as she slightly pulls away. She pushes back a strand of hair behind Augustine’s ear. Augustine’s heart began to race. She didn’t want to lie, but she also had no idea of how to share the truth with Neytiri. She would be talking about her son after all.

“Neteyam,” Augustine whispers as she slowly raises her eyes to the mother figure. Neytiri’s face remains still, but her ears flatten quickly. She takes in a breath. Her hands never moving from their comforting spots. “My sweet Augustine,” she coos as her fingers gently rub against her skin. “Everything will go as Eywa intends,” she says as she brings Augustine’s eyes towards her. With a smile, she adds, “Listen to your heart. It does not make mistakes.”

Augustine grins as she wipes a tear from her eyelashes. “Oel ngati kameie, Neytiri,” she says. Neytiri smiles and brings her into her chest for one final embrace. “It is still early,” she says, pulling away. “You should not waste this day.” Augustine nods and stands alongside her mother figure. She squeezes Neytiri’s hand as she walks out of the pod.

uniltìrantokxolo’: avatar clan

oel ngati kameie: i see you

The sun is at its brightest. Augustine’s eyes squint, as she struggles to gather her surroundings. Before her, she sees several of the people gathered for a meal. Their eyes remain unwelcoming, but she expects nothing different. She is still a stranger. Let alone a stranger who was seen kissing a publicly promised Na’vi. It has been quite the journey from being the most overlooked to the most watched.

As Neytiri said, she did not want to waste this day. She walks down to the edge of the docks once more. She shouts and clucks out to Aazll as she simultaneously dives into the warm water. Aazll quickly appears below her, now a strong connected piece of who she is. She makes the bond and continues swimming through the current. She wishes to hold her breath even longer after today’s training. She hopes that Neteyam will find her amongst the reefs so they can continue their lessons. Or so she can simply see him once more.

Augustine cannot help the smile that forms on her face as she notes the improvements of her breath. She counts slowly in her mind, as she feels her long hair float above her head. Aazll happily swims circles around her. The number continues to get bigger and bigger with each breath. It seems easier if she closes her eyes. She can solely focus on her breathing. She enjoys the feeling of being weightless. There is beauty in allowing all her muscles and joints to relax as the ocean holds her. A comforting, fully immersive, hug she has never known before, never been able to appreciate. She finds herself jealous of the Metkayina.

In Awa'atlu, the entire ecosystem is in tandem with itself. A perfect harmony. Whereas, in High Camp, all of Ewya’s forest creatures have only recently made peace in the first war against the sky people. There are still a few kinks that need to be smoothed out. Everything is different in Awa’atlu, even the water feels different here. Augustine senses a deeper connection to Ewya, as opposed to the still waters of the ponds or the rush of the rivers. Augustine remembers fondly of her complicated relationship with the element…

When she and the Sully kids were younger, back when Tuk was still a toddler, they would often find themselves near the creeks. She loved how clear the water was. How you could easily see smoothed rocks at its bottom. How safe she felt amongst her brothers and sister. How she need not worry about anything beyond her upcoming rites and how to be the best hunter.

At a certain point im his development, Lo’ak began to complain about every little thing. “The creek’s boring,” he whines. “Why can’t we go to the river bed like the Entu?” Kiri rolls her eyes, so much so you could barely see her pupils anymore. She was never a fan of Lo’ak’s whining. Spider, on the other hand, continues to nod his head and agree with Lo’ak’s every move, every decision, as always.

“Lo’ak, the boy with nightmares, wants to go to the Kaspavan River with the Entu,” Neteyam chuckles to himself. He skips a rock across the creek. Augustine watches, jealousy erupting in her chest. She had been practicing how to skip rocks for the past year or two. Yet, somehow he does it so effortlessly after a week of practice. Everything came so easily to Neteyam.

Lo’ak grunts at the direction of his older brother. “Gusty, Kiri,” he says with a smile. “What do you two think?” Kiri scoffs, as she bumps her shoulder against Augustine’s. “Anything to stop your crying,” she mutters. Lo’ak sticks his tongue out at her, cuing another roll of her eyes. He turns to Augustine with brows raised. She smiles as she quickly glances over at Neteyam’s disapproving eyes. “Let’s go,” she whispers in excitement.

Spider and Lo’ak jump around in excitement. They snicker as they both lead the way towards the river. Kiri reluctantly follows behind them. She always enjoyed their adventures, yet was always simultaneously annoyed. As Augustine rushes to join them, Neteyam grabs hold of her wrist. “This is not smart, Augustine,” he says as slowly pulls from his grasp. She laughs, rolling her eyes. “I’m not trying to be smart, Nete,” she whispers as she runs ahead. A smirk sprawls across her face. Neteyam is well-known for hating that nickname.

As Lo’ak pushes through the forest clearing, Augustine’s heart begins to increase its beats. She hears the rapids before she sees them. Kiri crosses her arms across her chest as she steps into the cold water. Augustine hesitantly walks forward. She cannot see the bottom of the river, only rushing movement so fast it hurts her eyes.

“Kiri, you go first,” Spider laughs as she gently pushes the girl. “No!” Kiri giggles as she grabs hold of Spider’s arms. She pulls him closer, attempting to drag him into the mud. As the young one’s play beside the river bed, Augustine’s eyes watch a floating branch down the river. The water overflows the branch and brings it back to the surface repeatedly. She would hate to be that branch.

Neteyam continues to listen in on his siblings play-fighting, but his primary focus is on Augustine. He is perplexed by the frown slowly forming on her lips. “Lo’ak should be going first!” Kiri yells. “He wanted to come here in the first place!” She begins to grab at Lo’ak’s hands. He tries to run with the hugest smile on his face. Spider quickly wraps his arms around his waist, holding on as tight as he could.

Augustine’s head follows the branch as it passes by them. As the current curves behind a thick bush, she steps one solid foot into the river. She leans closer to see the fate of the branch. Violently, it crashes against two submerged rocks. The wood shattering and shooting out throughout the river’s width. Neteyam watches in concern as Augustine winces at the sight. “Maybe we should head back to the creek,” he suggests.

With a huge bustling laugh, Lo’ak spins within Spider’s embrace and now is dragging him into the river. Spider’s bare feet dig into the mud, but have no traction. He playfully screams as he wriggles in Lo’ak’s grasp. Abruptly, Lo’ak throws Spider into the river. He throws him with all his might, not thinking to care where he may land. He throws him with all his might right into Augustine.

Augustine falls with hands first into the river. She can barely hold herself up in the shallow water as the current ignores her every wish. “Augustine!” Neteyam yells as he rushes in behind her. Kiri immediately stops playing and grabs hold of his shoulder to stand steadily against the water’s strength. As Augustine attempts to push up from the ground, her cheek is repeatedly hit with the strong currents. Spider runs behind them. The water almost half way up his body. Neteyam hurriedly turns to Lo’ak, “Keep Spider back!” His brother never moved quicker than in that moment.

Kiri instinctually grabs against Augustine’s top. The woven cloth gives enough leeway that Augustine is able to breathe for a few seconds uninterrupted. Neteyam then hooks his arm around her waist and pulls her out the rushing water. He holds her close to his chest, never wanting to let her out of his sight again. His nostrils flare as he furiously side eyes his brother.

As soon as she gains a few good breaths, Augustine pushes out from Neteyam’s grasp. He hadn’t even noticed he was still holding on. “Lo’ak, you skxawng,” she yells through a hoarse voice. She pushes a hand against his chest as he stumbles back with a concerned eyes. Her voice box pains her. She reaches at her throat, and immediately recognizes the missing sensation. Her eyes widen, her ears flatten as she quickly rushes back into the water. “No, no, no,” she mutters on repeat.

“What?” Kiri asks as she involuntarily imitates Augustine’s erratic searching movements. “My mom’s choker,” she says in a panicked tone. She barely has time to acknowledge her first drowning. With quick eye contact, Spider and Lo’ak rush down the river bed - hoping to find the necklace stuck to one of the many rocks. “We’ll find it,” Kiri whispers as she places a comforting hand to Augustine’s shoulder. The other covers her nervous mouth.

Neteyam’s lips twitch as he grunts at the sight. Under his watch, Augustine almost drowned and has lost the dearest item she has of her mother’s. He wishes he could simply blame Lo’ak. It was his idea after all. His actions that led to her in the freezing river. But Neteyam is the eldest. He is always responsible. He is responsible for the tears falling from her cheeks…

Augustine never did find that necklace. Before Awa'atlu, the water was a never ending reminder of loss, risk, and danger. It’s freezing temperature was a perfect representation of how little it gives and how much it takes. Now, the water is confusing - maybe even a new element. It’s warmth is inviting. It’s safe and reliable waves bring comfort to Augustine’s sporadic thoughts.

Aazll notices Augustine’s lost in her own mind. She floats just underneath the ocean’s surface, a smile upon her face. Aazll quickly brushes against Augustine’s cheek, causing a giggle to fall from her lips. She rushes to breach the surface as she continues to chuckle to herself. Her hand runs over Aazll’s soft skin. Her other hand plays with her father’s Olangi necklace. “Irayo,” she whispers.

“Has lover boy not shown you sign?” A low voice appears. Augustine pulls her eyes from Aazll and onto a tall Metkayina man who glides beside her on his skimwing. A wave-like tattoo crashes in from the tops of both arms and across the sides of his pecks. Augustine found it hard to keep her eyes from the art. The hunter’s hair is long, beautiful, and curly. “L-lover boy?” she says slowly, trying to get her eye line back to his. “Ilu are better at understanding signs, especially without a bond,” he says again with a smile.

“Oh,” Augustine responds. She remains confused. Where did he even come from? “Wait, what signs?” The man laughs, shaking his head. He slides into the water gracefully and floats alongside her. “What are you called?” he asks. “Oeru syaw Augustine,” she answers. She watches his every move, still suspicious. “Ah, I thought you were the new girl,” he says with another chuckle. “New girl?” you ask with an incredulous laugh. “Yes, you’ve been the talk of the village,” he says as he swims ahead of her. “All good things,” he mutters with a smile. She scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“I’m sure,” Augustine says sarcastically. “Well, welcome to our village,” the hunter says sweetly. She smiles. Finally, a good simple interaction with one of the Metkayina. Maybe she wouldn’t be an outsider for much longer. “Thank you,” she responds. He shoots her a smile and quickly turns to Aazll and his skimwing. He gestures towards them both with a nod. “This is ‘thank you,’” he says as he repeats the gesture. “We use our hands to speak under water. It’s how we speak to our brothers and sisters in the sea.”

Augustine’s face beams. She loves learning new things - to challenge her intellectual mind. What better challenge than learning an entirely new language? Something that will bring her closer to the people? The hunter watches as her eyes widen. “Just as I say ‘Oel ngati kameie, Augustine,’” he adds as he gestures a hand from his forehead towards her. Her face scrunches together as she giggles. “What else is there?” she asks. Her excitement is now palpable. She places an unexpected hand against his forearm.

The man watches her hand and slowly raises his eyes back towards her. “Would you like me to teach you?” he asks slowly. “Yes, I would like to know more,” she answers with a hopeful tone. “I’d love to teach you, Augustine,” he softly responds with smile. Her cheeks become flush. She laughs nervously, attempting the break the energy between them. She does not understand the static in the air, but it does make her slightly giddish and uncomfortable. “You can call me Gus or Gusty if that’s easier,” she suggests. “I like Augustine,” he states smoothly. She nods, biting the edge of her lip.

entu: male na'vi

irayo: thank you

oeru syaw: i am called

Augustine spent the remainder of the day alongside the hunter. They eventually made their way to a reef, sitting cross-legged across from each other against a smoothed surface. He remained sweet and patient with her as she learned the Metkayina sign language. She wanted to make sure each of her gestures were accurate and could not be misunderstood. She wanted to be absolutely perfect after all.

“Swim with me,” she mutters slowly as she gestures before her. The man smiles as he nods. “Hell yeah,” she joyfully yells. “And…” she begins to gesture. “Follow with me?” He laughs, shaking his head. “You can leave out ‘with,’” he says while gesturing. Her studious face left him with a smile so large it hurt his cheeks. “Okay, okay,” she says as she nods. She begins to gesture again, her eyes focused on his. “Follow me,” she whispers. He laughs, nodding his head.

The hunter turns behind him to note the eclipse beginning to overtake the sun. He sighs as he looks back at her sweet smile. “I must go now, Augustine,” he mumbles. “Aw,” she whines. She is so excited to learn again. She wishes she could learn all through the night. She nods as she watches his iridescent dots glow brighter as the light grows darker.

As he stands, the hunter calls out to his skimwing. He notes a familiar figure approaching. A smirk pulls to one side of his cheek. “You should get back to land before it’s too dark,” he says as he points back to the village. Augustine quickly stands to join him in the water. “Wait, what are you called?” she hurriedly asks as he softly pulls his queue onto his chest. “They call me Aonung,” he murmurs. “I’m sure Neteyam will tell you all about me.” He laughs at something behind her as he pulls away from the reef.

Augustine follows his eye line to see Neteyam. Finally, she thinks as she instinctually rushes towards him. “Neteyam,” she shouts excitedly. Her steps halted as she watches his furrowed brow in confusion. “How long have you been talking to that kurkung?” he asks as he swiftly jumps off of his ilu and onto the reef. He determinedly walks over to the other edge of the surface as he watches Aonung’s skimwing dive underwater.

“Neteyam,” Augustine gasps. She has never heard him speak like that before, address anyone like that before. She walks slowly behind him and places a hesitant hand to his upper back. His skin is hot, surprising to the touch. “Augustine, you shouldn’t speak to him again,” Neteyam states as he quickly turns to face her. She takes a step back, completely taken aback. “What’s wrong?” she asks with her hands raised. “Aonung will not have pure intentions with you,” he states as his ears flatten and he bares his teeth. “Pure intentions?” she asks, scoffing in disbelief. “He doesn’t need pure intentions to teach me-”

Neteyam half-heartedly laughs, as sucks his tongue against his cheek. “He wasn’t just teaching you - No, Augustine. He knows,” he scoffs. He places a gentle hand upon her elbow, attempting to guide her to Aazll. Augustine pulls her arm from him. “Knows what, Neteyam?” she sighs. She takes in a deep breath as she places more distance between them. “I’m so tired of this. I feel like you’ve been speaking in riddles.” She brushes her hands through her hair. She shakes her head, clouded by all the confusion. “I am the last one to know anything. Just-” she starts. Another sigh escapes her lips. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

Neteyam’s brows pull together. He hates watching her in pain. He hates it even more knowing he might have had something to do with its cause. "I don't trust Aonung," he starts. "He isn't just teaching you out of the kindness of his heart." Augustine throws her hands up. "All I care about is that I'm being taught," she mutters. "Maybe if you were more focused on teaching, I wouldn't have to learn from Aonung," she says with a bit of snark to her voice.

Augustine watches as Neteyam's jaw clenches. He takes one strong stride towards her and is already a mere inch or two away from her lips. "You would rather I just teach?" he whispers. His eyes spark electricity in her heart. Her skin feels on fire, despite the lack of touch. Her entire body is drawn into him, desperate for his soft skin, his lips. "No," the whisper escapes her mouth. It is almost as though her body betrays her. It gives in to the vulnerability that she is initially frightened to share with him.

"That's what I thought," Neteyam murmurs as he moves a bit closer. He can smell the sweetness of her hair. He can see her gorgeous iridescent beauty marks scattered throughout her body. "Let's not pretend that this is one sided," he whispers. He draws his chin up, which lightly pulls his lips against hers - so quick she barely noticed. "I know you feel the same way, Augustine. You must," he coos. He takes a deep breath and takes a step back. His gaze taking in every ounce of her beauty, but straying far from her eyes. He has twice now given his heart to her. Despite the confidence in his statement, he is, in fact, worried that she may not feel the same way.

Augustine's eyes rake over his body. His muscles were always so defined. His strength always seen as protective, and never once as threat. Her eyes trace over his fish tattoo. She catches herself wondering if it hurt, wondering what the meaning behind it is. His hair sways with each of his movements, even with his breath. He is always moving, constantly. He can never be held down to one spot. Just like the water...

Just like the water, Neteyam is warm. His heart trusting and forgiving. His embrace leaves Augustine feeling weightless. All of her worries and struggles gone with a single touch. He is her home. Wherever he is, she knows she is safe. She is enveloped by an unrelenting blanket of security. She never need know fear. She never need know pain. In his arms, she will forever know love.

When asked if she feels the same way, if she sees Neteyam just as he sees her, Augustine feels his embrace again. This time not by his words or actions, but simply his presence. She gently steps forward. Her hand reaches for his cheek. Her thumb rubbing against his cheek bone. "I see you, Neteyam," she whispers. The sweetest smile appears on his face. The same goofy smile she always loved to see when they were children.

"Nga yawne lu oer, Ma'Nete," she whispers. A hint of a shake to her voice. The nerves getting the best of her. She has never once said this, not once to anyone. She has only heard of the phrase in stories. Stories of how her mother confessed her love to her father. She could not think of a better way to tell Neteyam. A phrase so charged with affection, devotion, and friendship.

It felt like minutes had passed before Augustine finally looks up to see Neteyam. The childish smile now gone. His face now filled with a new look. One she had only seen right before he kissed her the first time. Eyes full of hope. A smile barely forming at the edges of his mouth. His ears low, but never flat. “N-neteyam?” she stutters in nervousness.

It is almost as though her call pulls him out of this trance like state. Neteyam laughs softly as he leans deeper into the palm of her hand. It feels more comforting than he could have ever imagined. “You love me,” he whispers through a smile. Almost as though he was confirming the fact with himself. “I love you,” she repeats with a nod. Her voice rising in increasing excitement.

Neteyam gently grabs Augustine’s wrist. His hand slowly slides upon her palm and intertwines with her fingers. Her heart feels as though it’s in her throat. All her love, her elation has left her feeling breathless. “Follow me,” he whispers as he guides her to his ilu. “Where are we going?” she asks with a giggle. “Do you trust me?” he laughs. He holds her hand as she sits upon the saddle. He gracefully sits behind her. His hand slowly traveling around her waist, then lightly down her arms as he grabs hold of a notch. Augustine leans back against his chest. She nuzzles her head between his chin and neck. “Always,” she whispers.

kurkung: asshole

nga yawne lu oer: i love you, you are beloved to me

Augustine thought she knew what beauty was. She saw it in the forest. She saw it again in the coral reefs. She sees it any time she lays eyes on Neteyam. But she is sure she never knew beauty like this before. Not before Neteyam took her here…

“This is Ranteng Utralti,” Neteyam whispers behind Augustine’s ear. Her eyes grow in excitement and disbelief. She watches as the reef’s rocks arch out of the water and high into the sky. It reminds her home. Of her people’s Tree of Souls. “Neteyam, this is - this is,” she starts but cannot finish. Her mouth gapes open as they pass through the first archway. “Just like Vitraya Ramunong," Neteyam coos. She can hear his smile through his voice. "This is beautiful," she says softly in awe.

The eclipse makes the vibrant colors even more so. It is beyond breath taking. She has never seen such incredible shades of pink, blue, and purple. She closes her eyes and immediately feels Eywa's presence. The welcoming feeling of joy, beauty, and pleasure. "The great mother," she whispers as she opens her eyes. "She's here. I feel her too," he whispers. He guides his ilu closer to the Spirit Tree.

Augustine turns around to face Neteyam in excitement. His eyes widen in happiness and adoration. "Our ancestors," she says under her breath. "They are here," he answers. His eyes follow the trunk down to its iridescent pink leaves. "We don't have to go home to speak to them." She releases a thankful sigh as she gracefully slides into the water.

With a smile, she dives in and hurriedly bonds her queue with the souls' leaves. Her eyes close as she feels the familiar soothing feeling that rushes over her each time she connects with the Tree of Souls. "Mother," she thinks to herself. She unfortunately is never able to see her mother, but she luckily feels her undeniable love when connected. This is the closest she will ever get to her mother. She is incredibly thankful.

In the distance, Augustine hears laughter and joy. She hears someone who sounds very close to her father, but a deeper and older tone. He sounds gentle, calming. "Your father will never hear me again," the voice comes through. Again, she cannot see the man. Her face pulls together in confusion. It feels as though she is blocked from seeing. The only image in her head is white with pinkish hues, but still emptiness. "Tell him," the man starts. "Tell him to never forget the horses. Will you do that, Gusty?" She nods, unsure if he will even see her. "Good," he answers. "Follow your heart, little one. Always follow your heart."

Her eyes open abruptly. She gently pulls her queue and swims to the surface. Neteyam, pulled from his own bond with the Tree of Souls, rushes behind her. "Are you okay?" he asks with harsh breaths. "Yeah," she laughs. Some disbelief cross her mind as she places her hand to her lips. "I don't really know what just happened," she smiles. "It looks like you're happy," he answers slowly. His eyes still attempting to understand if you were alright. "I think I am, Neteyam. I think - I think I need to follow my heart," she whispers under her breath.

He chuckles as he nods towards a nearby rock. He hooks his arm under hers as he lifts her atop the surface. "Follow your heart," he says with amusement. "What do you mean?" She smiles as she sits back into a kneeling position. "I want you to be mine," she murmurs as she reaches for his hand. "What are you saying?" he asks. His innocence always makes her giggle.

Augustine slowly reaches for her queue, pulling her braid and resting it atop her chest. She reaches her tswin and holds it delicately before Neteyam. It's tendrils on full display as she sits vulnerable before him. "Nga yawne lu oer, Ma'Nete," she whispers. "I choose you."

vitraya ramunong: the tree of souls

note: pips?! the bisexual queen?! love her. also can’t decide between aonong and ao’nong and its really bothering me. oh! and i'm also reading ma'nete as ma'net-eh, wbu? but like other than all that, what did y’all think? 😅 I'll be honest, idk how I feel. I just hope y'al like it enough for a part 4. keep me writing please

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