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Be Mine - Neteyam x Metkayina ! reader (fake dating)
summary: the one, where neteyam pretends to court the reader to avoid all of the nagging from his parents and a group of admirers. of course, it doesn’t take long for her to fall for him too
warnings: none really, pure fluff, fake dating trope, jealousy, loak x tsireya canon, events take place five years after the battle between the metkayina and the sky people, so aged up characters
wc: >12k
a/n: now that i finished writing this, i realized that i wrote an avatar version of bridgerton, lol </3 if you enjoy this, i love getting compliments and reblogs
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Everybody knew about Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, ever since his family first stepped into your village. His blue skin, golden eyes, and the strange tail, were easily the talk of almost every conversation among your peers. Yet, despite the obvious physical differences, there was always something about him that fascinated you, lured you in.
Many things changed after the Battle at the Three Brothers. With the help of your soul sisters and brothers Tulkuns, and joined by the great Toruk Makto, your Olo’yektan had an upper hand and a decisive victory over the sky people. It was a victory to be passed down in stories to your future generations and to be celebrated gloriously among the clan. This year was marking its fifth anniversary, with a big celebration that would last the whole night.
Since that battle, Neteyam has truly transformed into a man, earning approving and respectful looks from all around him. His forest upbringing never held Neteyam back from growing into his place among the Metkayina: his once slim shoulders broadened, matching the most skillful divers, height increased, and his muscles started showing without even flexing. In addition to his looks, his physical appearance never betrayed his personality. It seemed like Neteyam had the purest, kindest heart amongst all, always rushing to help the villagers with their chores, big and small; whether it meant fixing up a canoe, carrying baskets of food, or sometimes even babysitting, that is if he had time. His father was reluctant to stop the training with his sons, just in case of another attack from the sky people, so Neteyam rarely had any time for himself. 
Guys wanted to be his friends, while the girls were fawning over him, hoping to become his mate. It was no secret that now, being of an age to pick the one for himself, parents’ sudden attention and admiring looks were following him everywhere. But Neteyam didn’t rush to choose.
Unlike his brother, Lo'ak seemed to have his life all figured out, especially when it came to matters of the heart. Falling for Tsireya, Lo’ak had many expectations to live up to, if he wanted to be with her. After all, she was the daughter of the chief, and a tsakarem, the future Tsahik of Metkayina. And while at first, Tsireya’s parents were hesitant of the bond she was forming with the forest boy, Lo’ak’s family spoke for himself. His father had played a significant role in the victory at the Three Brothers, providing guidance and knowledge that helped secure their win. Lo'ak also worked hard on himself to earn her parents’ approval. So the day, when Lo’ak finally returned home with Tsireya's necklace around his neck, a symbol of acceptance, was the day when Neteyam felt the weight on his shoulders double in size. 
You were no different from the other girls adoring Neteyam, as you had also developed a crush on him during your teenage years. It was unavoidable, really. Before you grew out of your friendship with Tsireya, the two of you used to be quite close. So when the Sully’s first moved to Awa'atlu, and Tsireya was assigned to guide the kids, you were often hanging around them too. 
But it was easy for you to accept that you were never going to be an equal match for Neteyam. He had many admirers who were stronger than you, more skilled, more talented, and had respected families. Everything came into the play, and you were losing at every aspect. So, you have successfully suppressed this silly crush for years, before you could finally push it to the very far back of your mind and forget about it. Instead, you occupied yourself with your learning. 
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Despite not being friends anymore, Tsireya and you have always maintained a polite demeanor towards each other. Now it did feel a little strange to be paired with her for the gathering of pxorna’ fruits, but you had to follow through. As per tradition, the entire clan was divided into groups to prepare for the upcoming celebration, and you were assigned to work together. Even though climbing tall trees wasn't exactly your strong suit as a water Na'vi, protesting wasn't an option: after all, the sweetest fruits were always at the very top. So, to make the task easier, you and Tsireya took turns climbing the trees and picking the fruits, then one would lower the bag for the other to catch and store into the big woven baskets provided. This method ensured that the bag wouldn't become too heavy for you to carry back down.
Ready to lower another batch of fruits, you call out to Tsireya to catch it. But instead of a response, all you can hear is her laughter. Surely enough, when you look down, you find her engrossed in a conversation with Lo’ak, completely ignoring you. You try to catch her attention one more time, before huffing under your breath, and deciding to climb down by yourself. You clutch the bag tightly against your chest, but as you get closer to the ground, some of the fruits start slipping out of your grip. Your hand reaches out instinctively to catch at least one, when you suddenly begin to lose your balance. You can almost imagine the damage to your back muscles, once you will hit the ground, when a pair of hands help you down on the ground.
“I got you,” you hear an accompanying voice. 
“Thank you,” you blink in surprise, as you find Neteyam Sully to be your savior.
“You spilled some but they should be good,” he grins at you, as he crouches down and starts gathering the fruits from the ground.
Quietly, you empty your bag into the basket, throwing a glance at the other basket. It’s almost empty. You sigh out of frustration. There was still a lot of work to do, but Tsireya now seems to be completely distracted. At this rate, you’ll never finish. 
“Lo’ak, that’s enough,” Neteyam grabs his brother by the shoulder, interrupting his chat with Tsireya. An amused smile creeps up on your face.
“Come on, bro, let’s stay,” Lo’ak gestures to the trees around him, “At least, there is work to do here. You know the area where Ronal sent us for fruit is dead.”
“I don’t care, if we have to gather fruits from the dead trees,” Neteyam tries to pull him but Lo’ak stands his ground, “Lo’ak, you know that whatever Ronal decides is not up to discussion.”
“Bro, we spent an hour climbing those trees for nothing,” Lo’ak points to the empty baskets they brought, “If we stay here, we can help out the girls and gather for ourselves too. No one has to know.”
“Neteyam, please,” Tsireya pleads.
“Ah, what the hell?” Neteyam shakes his head before breaking into a toothy grin, “But these baskets are gonna have to be full, Lo’ak.”
“Sure.”
You roll your eyes at how easily Neteyam agrees to the empty promise. You weren’t close with Lo’ak but even you knew how often he got into trouble for not keeping his word. It doesn’t take long to confirm your suspicion: while you and Neteyam are occupied with the task on hand, Lo’ak and Tsireya disappear from underneath the trees. 
“Great,” you huffed, emptying yet another full bag into the basket.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help,” Neteyam says with a gentle tone.
You watch him empty out his bag into your basket too, instead of his. 
“You don’t have to do that,” you feel guilty. Does he always work harder to overcompensate for Lo’ak’s behavior?
“I don’t mind.”
He takes it so light-heartedly, you wonder if it’s a daily occurrence. You stare off into the direction where Tsireya and Lo’ak had previously disappeared.
“Don’t you find it annoying?” you ask him curiously. Surely, even he must have his limits.
“They mean well, give them a break,” Neteyam chuckles, nudging your shoulder.
“You know if you keep covering for him all the time, he will never learn his lesson,” you shake your head, “Lo’ak will be the only adult who doesn’t know how to take care of simple chores.”
“He’s not that hopeless,” he laughs, finding your reaction amusing, “He’s just a kid in love.”
You don’t disagree with him, instead falling quiet. There was no place for you to talk about his brother’s behavior, you weren’t close.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be discussing your family matters like this.”
“No need to apologize, Y/N,” his gaze softens, “Besides, wouldn’t you prefer a forest Na’vi climbing the trees, instead of Tsireya? I promise I am much better at it.”
“Of course you are,” you return his smile.
The two of you get back to work, with mostly Neteyam picking the fruits, and you filling up the baskets. Despite your initial annoyance with Tsireya for leaving you, you seem to enjoy working with Neteyam way more. He’s quick and attentive, and you are grateful for him overtaking the climbing part, because you were always a little clumsy when it came to physical activities.
Soon enough, the baskets are nearly full, so you decide to regain your strength and take a break. Neteyam peels fruits for the both of you, and you sit under the trees, enjoying the shade. 
“Hey, did you make that bag?” he suddenly points at the pocket attached to your belt. It was a small woven bag that you had on you all the time, in case you found beads or rocks you could put to use.
“I did.”
“It looks great,” Neteyam smiles, “I’m not surprised though. You always had golden hands.”
“That is not true,” you disagree.
“Are you joking?” his smile grows wider, “Y/N, you make the most beautiful items. I see people approaching you everyday for help. Do you know anybody else in the village who is as skilled at weaving as you?”
“Well…no,” you shake your head.
“Believe me, you really have a talent for it.”
It wasn’t just weaving that he was referring to. You were pretty handy when it came to making jewelry, also clothes, and headpieces. When you first indulged yourself in weaving, eager to learn to make beautiful pieces for yourself, you never expected that it would turn into a hobby. Your expertise soon expanded to other things too, like making resin weapons, toys, you even took up pottery. Eventually, people noticed and started approaching you with small tasks here and there, and you were glad to help out. But your clan didn’t have a name for your occupation, so you never considered yourself to fit into one. 
“Remember the ceremonial belt you helped me make? It still holds up incredibly,” Neteyam reminds you with a toothy grin.
Of course you remember. It was exactly four years ago, when one night, Neteyam came to your marui, ears pressed flat against his skull in embarrassment. He had to explain the reason for his late visit in front of your parents, saying that he had only the night to make his ceremonial belt. It took you by surprise, because Neteyam wasn’t known for slacking off. He just didn’t think that it would be so difficult to make a damned belt. Scolded by his parents for not starting out sooner, he was then too embarrassed to ask them for help, so there he was instead, asking for yours. Having a soft spot for Neteyam, your parents allowed you to help him, despite the late hour. You two barely caught any sleep that night, working on the belt, making sure that it looked special, different from the other guys’. Neteyam watched your movements attentively, eager to learn, so sometimes you would pass the belt back to him to practice.
“I see you still wearing it sometimes,” you smile.
“You really helped me out back then, I was going to get skinned if I didn’t have a belt by the time for my ceremony,” he pauses, “I still owe you for that.”
“Nonsense, no one owes me anything. Neither do you,” you shake your head, “I like helping.”
“You can’t possibly help everyone with nothing in return.”
“I mean, people bring me food here and there,” you chuckle.
“No gifts?” he quirks his eyebrow.
“Not so much. I can make my own gifts,” you shrug, “But Mateä brings me seashells sometimes.”
“Seashells? Do you like those?”
“Oh, they make necklaces and cover ups look so lovely. Of course, they’re a little tricky to work with but it’s worth it,” you explain, “And Mateä always makes sure to bring the most beautiful shells he can find… Sometimes, he even lets me have the ones he picked for himself.”
You knew Mateä ever since you were kids. He was only a year older than you, but he was very mature for his age, way more than anyone you knew. Mateä was also one of the most skilled swimmers in your clan, which allowed him to swim outside of the perimeters and discover great depths. So whenever he had a small task for you, like fixing up his spear, or making an armor for his ilu, in return he would bring you the most unique-looking, colorful shells he could find. 
“Why would Mateä pick shells for himself?” Neteyam squints.
"He probably just likes them," you shrug, "But there were times when he asked me to make a shell necklace for him, but then he would insist that I keep it for myself because he knew how much I liked it."
“So he makes you make your own gifts?” Neteyam snorts.
“Hey, that’s rude,” you give him a playful slap on the arm, “It doesn’t matter. I have many beautiful things thanks to him.”
“I’m only kidding… I just think that he might like you, that’s all.”
“Maybe.”
You don’t deny his accusation, partly because there is some truth to it. Mateä’s and your fathers were close friends, so they were quite happy with the possibility of you and him bonding some day. And while growing up there was no pressure on either side, the two of you had always felt that something might happen. You were never opposed to the idea anyway. Mateä was a good match for you: he was admired for his strength and swimming, and he was very respectful towards you. And even when you had your little crush on Neteyam, you still knew that Mateä was a more likely option. More recently though, you suspected that Mateä was eyeing you too. He just never made a move… not a direct one anyway. 
“Is he taking you as his date to the celebration tonight?” Neteyam interrupts your thoughts.
“Are we supposed to bring dates?” you ask, teasing. Sure, some brought dates to celebrations to make their bonds known but it wasn’t a requirement.
“Exactly! My father wants me to bring a date, like this isn’t a celebration of a battle.” he emphasizes the last word with his thick accent, clearly annoyed. 
“Why does he want you to bring a date?” you cock your head.
“Because I lied,” he blurts out, a guilty expression covering his face.
“Lied?”
“That I am courting someone,” he cringes, “Even though that someone doesn’t exist.”
“Why would you lie about courting someone nonexistent when you have dozens of girls ready to be swept away by you?” you stifle a laugh, “Especially Zìsmì.”
“Please don’t mention her,” Neteyam rolls his eyes, “I don’t mean to sound rude but Zìsmì is very persistent. I sometimes have to turn directions to avoid running into her.”
“That’s kind of mean,” you decide to tease him, saying that with a stern tone, like you mean it. Neteyam shifts uncomfortably. 
“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s rude of me to talk about her that way,” he begins to apologize but stops at the sound of your laughter.
“I’m only joking, Neteyam,” you tilt your head back, “Don’t worry, everyone knows how pushy Zìsmì can get. If the two of you were ever to become mates, she would dominate you completely.”
“Thank you!” he agrees eagerly, “Please tell that to my parents. They have been so persistent that I reciprocate her attention. I mean… just because she is a good hunter and has respected parents, doesn’t mean I click with her.”
“Is that why you lied?”
“Yeah… I just didn’t think it through. I only said it to get them off my back for a while,” he explains, his voice low, “But when I told them that I wanted to keep it a secret for a bit longer, they got too excited. So sometimes, they kick me out of the house to go on my secret dates.”
“Secret dates?” 
“I kind of told them that the girl I’m courting hasn’t told her parents yet, that’s why we have to hide.”
“For a lie you didn’t think through, you sure had many details to add,” you’re amused by the clear regret on his face, “So they want to meet her tonight?”
“To confirm that I am not lying. After all, it’s been going for over a month now,” he sighs.
“A month?”
“I know, I’m going to get skinned,” Neteyam hides his face in his palms.
“Skinned by whom? Dad or Zismi?” Lo’ak’s voice interrupts your conversation.
Hand in hand, Tsireya and Lo’ak emerge from the trees and sit in front of you. She throws a concerned look at Neteyam.
“Dad, of course” Neteyam breathes out, still not lifting his head, “I can deal with Zìsmì later.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Lo’ak smirks, “By the way, you owe me, bro. Zismi was going to invite you as her date tonight.”
“What?” Neteyam looks up at his brother, “How do you know?”
“Oh, she asked me in the morning. She was looking for you, and then told me that she wanted to invite you.”
“What did you say?”
“I told her that she shouldn’t because you already had a date,” he shrugs.
“Lo’ak,” Tsireya groans, disappointed, “Now your brother will have to apologize to her, once she catches on the lie.”
“I am so dead,” Neteyam grunts, “If I could only have a little more time to think about it, I’m sure I can figure it out. But it’s like she’s conspiring with my parents against me.”
“Maybe you just need to finally turn her down,” you suggest, earning a chuckle from Lo’ak, “What?”
“Neteyam and rejecting someone don't go in the same sentence. He would rather run and sneak around the village, than tell someone that they annoy him.”
“I just don’t find that type of conversation pleasant. Or necessary,” Neteyam objects.
“They are necessary if the person doesn’t get the hint,” Tsireya adds, “Remember when Nauru -”
“Please don’t remind me of Nauru,” Neteyam interrupts her with a pleading voice.
“What did Nauru do?” you ask, now curious.
“Oh, you don’t know?” a grin stretches on Lo’ak’s lips, “It was insane.”
“It’s not funny, Lo’ak,” Tsireya shushes him, turning to you, “At first, it was kind of sweet. Nauru would leave gifts for Neteyam by his marui. But there was this one time she left him flowers, and, of course, she didn’t know that some of those were poisonous. Neteyam almost lost a finger because of her. She would also follow him everywhere, even show up to his hunts, almost earning an arrow in her head by another hunter. It was getting out of hand, and Neteyam had to reject her directly and ask her to give up.”
“Enough about Nauru,” Neteyam groans, “What am I going to do now? Even if I do turn down Zismi, I’d still have mom and dad to deal with.”
“You’re right,” Lo’ak agrees, empathizing with his brother, “I’m sure you’ll like someone eventually, but we both know how impatient our parents can get.”
The four of you fall silent for a moment, contemplating a solution to Neteyam's situation. But somewhere deep down in your heart, you feel a little relieved that he didn’t have his eye set on anyone yet. You are also partially grateful to your parents for not pressuring you in the same way. It must be hard having the Toruk Makto for your father.
“I know what to do to win more time, Neteyam!” Tsireya excitedly interrupts your thought process, “Remember the time Ao’nung asked Sìlälaw to play along, as if he was courting her?”
“That was pretend?” you ask. Surely, you missed out on a lot of things by not being friends with Tsireya anymore.
“Of course,” she says, like it’s obvious, “Before finding his mate, Ao’nung was getting scolded everyday by our mom and dad. So, he asked Sìlälaw to help him out, pretend like he was following her around, and she just didn’t like him back.”
“I don’t have time for that,” Neteyam shakes his head.
“No, hear her out, bro,” Lo’ak holds up his palm, “It worked once, right? Mom and dad stopped bothering you, when you lied about courting someone. Just show up this once, with anyone, and that’s it.”
“And afterwards?”
“Just lie,” Lo’ak exclaims, “Say that it didn’t work out or something, who cares.”
“And when it doesn't ‘work out’,” Tsireya chimes in, “You can win some more time by being ‘heartbroken’ and ‘not ready’ to pursue another girl yet.”
“It seems so excessive,” you comment, considering the plan, “Isn’t it easier to tell the truth?”
“The truth doesn’t work,” Neteyam lets out a painful chuckle, then turns to his brother, “Where would I even find someone to agree?”
“Now that’s tough,” Lo’ak hums, “Half of the girls are swooning over you, you’ll never hear the end of it.”
“What about Y/N?” Tsireya points at you.
“What about me?” you raise your eyebrows, confused.
“You don’t care for Neteyam like that,” she starts explaining, “And, you’ve had Mateä running after you for years now, but he still hasn’t even asked you out yet. Maybe if he sees you with Neteyam for one night, it’ll make him jealous and finally give him the push he needs.”
Neteyam snorts, like it’s an unlikely possibility.
“Mateä is never going to act out of jealousy, he’s not like that,” you object, “What if he stops speaking to me afterwards?”
“Then we will send Neteyam to talk to him. Neteyam will tell him that he’s heartbroken over you, and that you rejected him for Mateä,” Lo’ak chimes in, “He will dig for some information, nudge Mateä to confess to you. It’s so easy, like it was written in the stars.”
You can’t really find a flaw in Lo’ak’s suggestion. Maybe receiving a confirmation about your feelings is just the thing Mateä’s waiting for.
“Still, I’m not crazy. Do you even know how much pressure it would be to face all those girls?”
“Right, I shouldn’t be putting Y/N into such a position,” Neteyam supports your point.
“Y/N doesn’t have to face them at all. You can turn down those girls easily because you’ll have a perfect excuse. They would be too embarrassed to approach Y/N.”
“I guess,” Neteyam hums, “What do you think, Y/N? I mean, no pressure, but I would owe you for the rest of my life.”
“I don’t know,” you shrug your shoulders. It just feels icky.
“Come on, Y/N, for the sake of our past friendship,” Tsireya pleads with you.
“Okay… it’s just for one night, right?” you agree. It wasn’t.
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You feel like your heart is about to leap out of your chest, when Neteyam takes your hand in his. You take in a deep breath, heading towards the celebration with him. Lo’ak and Tsireya walk ahead of you.
It feels odd to be wearing Neteyam’s necklace instead of your own. That was the courtesy of Tsireya, who was convinced that once anyone saw you two exchange your necklaces, they would be convinced that the courting was serious. 
“I’m scared,” you admit through your teeth.
“Thank you again,” Neteyam whispers, squeezing your hand.
“Come on, guys,” Lo’ak turns to the two of you with an excited smile, “Act natural, okay?”
You nod your head but you’re not sure how you’re going to survive through the night. The closer you get to the celebration, the more people start noticing you. Hushed voices and gasps is all that catches your attention, even though Neteyam walks right beside you. Why does everyone look so surprised? You almost feel offended by the looks you get. Were Neteyam and you really that incompatible? 
The four of you take a seat around a small fire, pairs of eyes watching your every moment. You can’t help but sense Neteyam’s nervousness traveling down his body.
“You alright?” you whisper.
“Not really,” he admits, “Have you seen my parents yet?”
As you scan the crowd of Na'vi dancing and singing, your eyes land on Neytiri talking to someone. Jake stands beside her but his attention seems to be elsewhere, as he occasionally looks around him. Both of them are wearing celebratory clothing that is slightly more elaborate than any of yours. After all, it was a testament to their importance in the victorious battle.
“It looks like your father is looking for you.”
“Shit,” Neteyam lets out, nervously. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction.
“Keep it up,” Tsireya says, “The more relaxed you seem, the more believable this will look.”
She gestures at the two of you, and as you look down, you notice how close you and Neteyam are pressed to each other. It’s like you’re trying to hide from the attention you’re getting. 
It’s not long before you catch Mateä watching you from afar. Your heart beats faster, when his eyes travel to your hand still intertwined with Neteyam’s. He gulps down, and you wonder if he feels jealous.
“Mateä’s looking,” Neteyam points out, “You want to take it up by a notch?”
“What do you mean?” you turn your face to him, confused. 
There is a hint of playfulness in Neteyam’s eyes before he slowly leans in, his mouth close to your ear. You shudder under his breath.
“Pretend I said something funny, and laugh,” he whispers.
“I can’t pretend to laugh,” you whisper back, annoyed, “Can’t you just tell me something funny?”
Neteyam pulls back slightly to look at you. There is an amused smile resting on his face.
“We’re really bad at this, aren’t we?”
“You think?” you quirk your eyebrow at him, earning a small laugh from him.
“Okay, this can work too,” he says. You can’t help but smile at him.
But when you check for Mateä again, he’s nowhere to be found. Your smile drops. What if you hurt him? As if sensing your sudden change in mood, Neteyam gently squeezes your hand. 
"Are you alright?" he asks, “Is Mateä still looking?”
“No, I think he walked away,” you mumble, standing up, “I’m going to get us something to drink, okay?”
“Alright,” Neteyam mumbles back, watching you leave.
“Are you crazy?” Lo’ak slaps Neteyam on the arm, “Go with her, or they’re gonna eat her up alive.”
Following Lo’ak’s gaze, Neteyam sees Zìsmì with her friends. He quickly gets to his feet to follow you but you have already disappeared in the crowd.
“Y/N,” Zìsmì’s voice catches your attention. 
Sighing, you turn around to face her. She has a coy smile on her lips, as she takes you in from head to toe. You wait for her to talk.
“The necklace, did you make that yourself?” Zismi points to your neck, pretending as if she didn’t recognize it right away.
“It looks a lot like Neteyam’s necklace,” one of her friends says, before you could even open your mouth.
“That’s a little weird,” Zismi comments.
“You have a good eye, it is Neteyam’s necklace,” you gather as much confidence as you can, watching their expressions change, “He gave it to me.”
“Why would he give you his necklace?” Zismi scoffs.
“Because I wanted to see it on her,” you suddenly hear Neteyam’s voice, as he appears next to you, “Everything Y/N touches, basically turns into a lucky charm.”
The girls stare at Neteyam, their eyes widened. Again, you feel a little offended. Why is everyone so surprised that he likes you? Before you can react, Neteyam gently pulls you by your hand.
“We have to go, girls,” he throws with his most polite smile.
Feeling their stares like daggers in your back, Neteyam moves closer to you and wraps his arm around your waist protectively, leading you away from the prying eyes.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone,” he cranes his neck to whisper.
“It’s alright, I’m not scared of Zismi,” you turn to look at him, “Unlike you.”
“Very funny,” Neteyam rolls his eyes. 
His arm is still firmly wrapped around your waist, as the two of you continue walking. The warmth of his body against yours feels almost comforting, despite the curious glances you receive. Neteyam seems to notice it too, as he tightens his grip on you, pulling you a little closer to him. 
"Just ignore them," there is a hint of annoyance in his voice. You wonder if it’s bothering him more than you.
As you get closer to the big fire, you hear a loud cheer erupt from the crowd. Instinctively, you want to find out what’s happening. A chuckle of disbelief escapes from your mouth, when you see Neytiri and Jake dancing around the fire, to the fast rhythm of the drums. While Neytiri’s movements are gracious and fluid, Jake’s are… Well, Jake is trying his best. She throws her head back in laughter, when he makes an awkward movement, but no one else dares to laugh at the Toruk Makto, except for his mate. Suddenly, he sweeps Neytiri up into his arms and twirls her around the fire. The Na’vi cheer them on and on, clapping their hands in amusement.
You join in on the clapping, caught up in their infectious joy. When you turn to look at Neteyam, however, you notice that he's cringing.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” 
“They are acting like little kids,” Neteyam huffs.
“I think it’s sweet,” you nudge him with a smile, “Loosen up, Neteyam.”
“How can I?” he rolls his eyes at you.
“If your father can relax for one night, so can you,” you push him into the circle, with a loud shout, “Dance, Neteyam!”
Neteyam stands frozen for a moment, clearly embarrassed by your sudden action. His ears lower, and he tries to step out of the circle, but Lo’ak nudges him back in. The music picks up and the crowd cheers louder, but Neteyam stands still, clearly irritated by your behavior.
You can’t watch him anymore, so you jump to his rescue, and take his hands in yours. He tries to resist at first, but it doesn’t take much convincing on your part to get him to loosen up. As you embarrass yourself with the silly movements and faces you make, you finally coax a smile out of him. You don’t care about the others watching you, you only focus on getting him to dance with you. Soon enough, Neteyam’s confidence grows, and he starts to move more freely to the rhythm with you. You hold onto his hands, feeling the warmth of his touch, and beam with adoration as you watch him give in. 
Other couples start joining in, and the circle becomes more crowded. People start pressing closer, pushing you and Neteyam towards each other, with barely any space left. His hands instinctively find your waist, yours rest on his biceps, holding him in place. You’re not sure whether it’s the heat of the fire, or it’s just him, but you feel warmer and warmer, every time his eyes meet yours. 
“You okay?” you smile, noticing drops of sweat rolling down his face, “It’s too hot here.”
Before he can answer, you lead him out of the crowd. You catch a look from your parents’ from afar, and can only roll your eyes at them. You know they were going to question you about tonight but you don’t want to think about it for now. At least they don’t seem to be mad? 
Distracted, you turn around, nearly colliding with Neteyam's parents. They look a little lightheaded, and you suspect they've had a drink made from the pxorna' fruits you gathered earlier. Quickly, you bow low and bring your fingers to your forehead in greeting. Neteyam shifts uncomfortably beside you.
“Son… and Y/N,” Jake looks between the two of you with an approving smile. 
“Y/N, are you the one Neteyam was hiding from us?” Neytiri asks curiously.
“Mom,” Neteyam tenses up, “Let’s not make her uncomfortable, please.” 
Neteyam looks so stressed, you wonder how his parents believed his lies in the first place. Maybe they were blinded by the excitement?
“We’re just glad that it’s been her this whole time,” Jake says, smiling at you, “You’re very talented, Y/N.”
“Thank you,” you reply, shying away from the compliment. 
“We were worried that Neteyam was lying just to avoid us,” Neytiri explains.
Neteyam and you chuckle nervously, hoping that this isn’t her smart way of cracking you.
“Are your parents aware?” she asks, scanning the crowd. You quickly draw her attention back to you.
“They are now… I am sorry that Neteyam had to keep this a secret from you, that was my wish,” you lie, “It is just that my mother likes rushing into many things, and I still needed some time to get to know Neteyam.”
You weren’t completely off; your mother did have a tendency to rush into things. If she had known that you were open to dating Mateä, she would have already told him by now.
“No need to apologize,” Jake chimes in, “If anything, I feel bad for forcing your hand.”
“You should feel bad,” Neteyam grunts but you can sense that he’s holding back from saying more.
“It’s alright, I’m happy to be here tonight with Nete,” you pat Neteyam on the back.
Dropping a nickname seems to be just enough to convince them. You notice the satisfied smiles settle on their faces. 
“Ma’Jake, let’s leave them alone. After all, it’s their first outing as mates,” Neytiri murmurs, pulling Jake by his hand.
“We’re not mated yet,” Neteyam cringes, but she only finds it amusing.
“It is only a matter of time, you are your father’s son after all.”
As the two of them walk away, laughing, Neteyam takes a deep breath to calm himself down. You can sense how embarrassed he feels, knowing what you heard. But you didn’t mind it all, he has no reason to be this upset.
“Are you okay?” you nudge him but Neteyam refuses to look at you, “Hey, don’t be like that.”
“I just...I didn’t think it would be this hard,” he admits, looking down.
“What would be hard? Pretending to be in love with me?” you tease, craning your neck to see his face.
“No,” he doesn’t even crack a smile, “I’m sorry for getting you into this mess.”
“You don’t have to apologize, I am enjoying this,” you take his hand in yours, finally getting him to look at you, “Besides, we’re almost done, right?”
“Right,” he nods.
“Now, come on, pretend that I said something funny and laugh,” you playfully repeat his words. Neteyam's lips twitch into a smile before he breaks into a genuine chuckle, causing your heart to skip a beat. You love the sound of his laughter.
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“You two look so good together, I am not ready for this to be over yet,” Tsireya beams, as she plops down in front of Neteyam and you. Lo’ak follows her suit.
“Maybe you should keep it up for a little longer, bro. The way you were dancing - “ Lo’ak starts to imitate Neteyam’s dancing but Neteyam slaps him.
“Stop that, skxawng.”
“Just ignore him, Neteyam, you were great out there,” Tsireya says softly.
“Seriously, being less tense suits you,” you agree, noticing Neteyam hiding a shy smile.
“I got to admit, it wasn’t bad at all,” Lo’ak straightens up, “I just haven’t seen you dance since Naye.”
“Let it go, Lo’ak,” Neteyam grunts.
“Who’s Naye?”
“Neteyam’s first crush from back home,” Lo’ak snickers, enjoying how far he can push his brother, “Neteyam was so in love with her, he couldn't even talk to her. So this one time, during a celebration, he decided to express his feelings by dancing for her.”
“Well, what did she say?” your ears perk up in anticipation.
“She just pretended like it wasn’t happening and walked away,” Lo’ak breaks into laughter.
“That’s not funny,” Tsireya covers Lo’ak’s mouth with her hand, “It’s alright, Neteyam, we all had our share of silly teenage crushes.”
She unintentionally throws you a knowing look, for support, but Lo’ak immediately catches on.
“Who did Y/N have a crush on?” he asks. 
You stiffen, feeling their gazes intensifying on you.
“It doesn’t matter now,” you try to switch the topic but Lo’ak doesn’t seem to give up.
“It shouldn’t matter then, if you say it,” he pushes, “It can’t be that bad.”
You let out a sigh, knowing that you won't be able to get out of this.
“I used to have a crush on Neteyam,” you admit as laughter erupts.
You shoot daggers at Lo’ak, who is now rolling in the sand, while Tsireya tries to cover up her laughter. You turn to Neteyam, who looks at you with a shy smile on his face.
“Before you say anything, I feel like I should clear this,” you hold up your hand, “It was just a fleeting crush before I got to know you. And it disappeared. So please don’t feel uncomfortable.”
“So you’re saying your crush disappeared right after you got to know him?” Lo’ak asks, another wave of laughter hitting him. Shit. That’s not how you wanted it to sound.
Neteyam only rolls his eyes at his brother, while Tsireya tries her best to keep a straight face.
“I’m sorry, we just sneaked some of the pxorna’ juice,” she explains. 
“I can tell,” you grit through your teeth. You have now truly understood the embarrassment Neteyam felt a moment ago.
“Y/N, please don’t take this to heart,” Tsireya rests her palm on your thigh, “Who cares what happened five years ago? We know you’re interested in Mateä now anyway.”
“Yeah,” Neteyam clears his throat, agreeing, “It was a silly crush, right? It’s all in the past now.”
You nod, but you can't shake off the feeling of unease. You couldn’t help but wonder if Neteyam was relieved that he didn't have to reject one more girl, or if he was secretly disappointed that you were interested in Mateä instead of him.
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When Neteyam asked you to keep up the fake courting till the hunting festivities to make his heartbreak more believable, you agreed. The festivities were supposed to begin only in a few weeks, to mark the beginning of the hunting season, so you thought it wasn’t a big deal. You could wait. Besides, it seemed like things were looking up for the two of you.
Neteyam was finally getting some time for himself. His father had started to ease up on him, cutting short his training. Knowing that Neteyam was supposedly courting you, Jake wanted to give his son a chance to focus on that. 
The past few months had been so tough on Neteyam both physically and mentally, that all he wanted to do was rest and recharge. So he would often use that free time to drop by your marui and ask to take naps on your floor, while you were working on whatever project you had. Since your parents were mostly out, letting you work in peace, Neteyam’s quiet snoring was no burden. And if anyone was visiting you to ask for help with their items, they would only throw an amused look at sleeping Neteyam and leave you two alone, helping you keep up your fake image without much effort. Sometimes, you would catch yourself watching him too, admiring the peaceful expression on his face, as he slept. Of course, this didn’t escape your parents’ attention, as they were peppering you with questions about Neteyam’s intentions almost every night. But you mostly ignored their inquiries, focused on the simple pleasure of being able to help Neteyam.
Slowly, the girls who used to fawn over Neteyam not too long ago also started to lose their interest. Especially with Zismi's parents informing Neytiri that they were considering another match for their daughter. Neteyam felt relieved by the idea that he didn’t have to reject anyone anymore.
On the other hand, you started noticing more efforts from Mateä. Even though you feared that he wouldn’t act out of jealousy, Mateä seemed to be persistent in seeing you more often than he usually did. Whenever you went for a swim, he was right there with you, trying his best to make you laugh. Whenever you would carry a heavy basket, Mateä sprung to your side to help. Not to mention the beautiful seashells he started to bring you without particular reason. It seemed like any day now, Mateä was going to confess his feelings for you. Neteyam didn’t seem particularly pleased whenever he witnessed your interactions, but you only assumed it was an act. 
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As you rounded the corner to your marui, you suddenly spotted Neteyam pacing around it. You hesitated to approach him as you could hear him mumbling something under his breath. It was almost like he was practicing some sort of speech. Instead, you carefully lowered yourself into the water and swam closer to your home, hiding just underneath. You were close enough to hear him and avoid being seen. You weren’t going to eavesdrop for long, you just wanted to find out what he’s doing before revealing yourself.
Neteyam suddenly stopped talking, and for a second, you thought that he had spotted you. That is until, Mateä came into your view, stopping by the entrance to your marui. You watch quietly, as the two of them exchange a brief greeting.
“Is Y/N here?” Mateä gestures to the marui, but Neteyam shakes his head, “Oh, I guess I thought she’d be here with you.”
“Why would she be with me?” Neteyam asks, with a slight annoyance in his voice.
“Aren’t you courting her?” Mateä asks, confused, “Or are those just rumors?”
“No, it’s true,” Neteyam seems to get his act back together. For a second, you were worried he would accidentally reveal something, “But Y/N is not tied to me every minute of the day, so…”
“So it is true that you’re not mated yet,” Mateä mumbles under his breath.
“Did you have something to pass to her?” Neteyam asks impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest. What is he doing? 
“Actually, I'd prefer to give it to her myself," Mateä matches his tone, clearly not liking the possessiveness Neteyam radiates. 
“If it’s another thing you want her to make for you, she’s been busy lately,” Neteyam scoffs. 
“It’s not a task, I brought her a gift.”
“Let me guess, more seashells?” Neteyam rolls his eyes. What is wrong with him?
“That’s right, I know how much she likes those,” Mateä steps forward.
Seemingly unfazed, Neteyam takes a step forward as well. You shift, thinking of interrupting them before things start to escalate. But Mateä doesn’t seem to be in the mood for an argument. Instead, he brushes past Neteyam towards your marui. 
"I'll leave them on her table. Tell her I brought them for her when she comes back," Mateä says over his shoulder. "Actually, don’t bother. She'll know they're from me anyway."
Neteyam watches in annoyance as Mateä disappears into your marui. You can almost hear him exhale loudly, trying to calm himself down. Maybe Neteyam’s just having a hard day today, you think. Perhaps something to do with his father? When Mateä comes back out, he leaves without a word.
Quietly, you swim to the back of your marui, and get out of the water. You pause before rounding the corner, and approaching Neteyam. Upon seeing you, he forces a small smile.
“Neteyam,” you greet him.
“Hey, Y/N,” he scratches the back of his head, nervous.
“Are you here for another nap?” you tease him, proceeding into your marui. 
“Actually… no,” he follows you in.
You hum, waiting for him to elaborate, as you start taking out some of the supplies you gathered from your bag. It’s then that your eye catches the beautiful green shells laid out on your table. Neteyam stands awkwardly by the wall, watching your reaction. 
“Who brought those?” you turn to ask him.
“Mateä,” Neteyam answers, “I forgot to mention. He was here earlier to see you.”
“Too bad I missed him,” you say, testing his reaction, “But it’s weird that he hasn’t asked me out yet. What do you think? You’re a guy.”
Neteyam has to physically restrain himself from cringing at your words. It takes him a second to regain his calmness, before putting on that fake voice he uses around his father.
“It is weird. He should have asked you out a long time ago.”
“Maybe he just doesn’t like me enough,” you turn your attention back to the shells.
“Nonsense. He’s just a coward,” you hear him scoff.
Surprised, you look at Neteyam again, studying his face. There is a mix of frustration and shame on his face. It's hard to tell if he's getting possessive over you, or if there's something else that's bothering him. 
"Is everything okay?" you ask softly, trying to gauge his reaction, “You seem to have a problem with Mateä.”
"Everything's fine. Just... he always seems to hang around you lately," he says, his voice trailing off.
“Well, wasn’t that kind of the point?” you gesture between the two of you, referring to the fake courting. 
“I guess,” Neteyam hums, you wait for him to continue, “I just don’t like that he acts like a coward.”
“Maybe if you stop scaring him away…” you mumble under your breath, but he’s quick to catch it.
“You don’t want someone who is so easily intimidated anyway.”
You don’t respond, confused by his behavior. Quietly, you start painting the pot you left unfinished last night. Neteyam falls silent too, watching you. He can’t understand what you see in Mateä. It just doesn't make sense to him. Neteyam also can’t understand why Mateä hasn’t made a move yet. Does he want you to choose him over Neteyam first? Or was he giving you other options, so you don’t have any regrets afterwards?
“You said you wanted something?” you interrupt his thoughts. 
“Um, right,” he clears his throat, “It’s kind of awkward.”
You put down the pot and turn to face him, suspecting that it is going to be something good. 
“What is it?”
“Well… apparently we’re not convincing enough,” he looks down at his feet, awkwardly, “People think that it’s just a rumor, that I’m courting you.”
“A rumor?” you frown, “But we’re hanging out all the time.”
Is he referring to Mateä’s words? Surely, if there was a rumor like that, Tsireya would have mentioned it to you a long time ago. She was keeping you updated. 
“No one ever sees us together outdoors, not after the celebration,” his voice gets a little higher, “I was just thinking that we could take it up by a notch?” 
“Well, what did you have in mind?” you tilt your head, curious. Neteyam’s eyes widen at your quick agreement.
“I take you on a date?”
“A date?” you smile, “Alright.”
A toothy grin spreads across Neteyam’s face at your response, causing your cheeks to flush with heat. You can't help but wonder if the two of you were getting too involved in this, and whether it was going to get in your way. But you can't deny the excitement you feel at the prospect of a date with Neteyam. Even if it’s a pretend one.
“What should I wear?”
“Anything pretty, and don’t worry about ruining it. I won’t take you into the water,” he says confidently, like he has everything planned out already.
“Okay,” you agree, reaching for one of the shell-necklaces you made for yourself. You raise your hand to show it to him, “How about this?”
“Hmm,” Neteyam pretends to think about it, as he leans against the wall.
You watch him with an amused smile stretching your lips. You rarely get to see a playful side of Neteyam but you love it when he acts like this. 
“I think I have to see it on, to decide,” he finally says his verdict, before cracking a smile.
You roll your eyes but comply anyway, walking up to him and shoving the necklace into his hands. As you turn around and move your hair out of the way, Neteyam carefully begins to tie the necklace around your neck. You can feel his hands shake slightly, as he takes his time. When he’s done, and you turn to face him, Neteyam is standing too close to you.
“Do you like it?” you meet his eyes, unable to put a distance between you.
“I do,” he breathes out.
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“Hey, Y/N, just dropping by for that pot. If it’s ready,” Tsireya walks into your marui, catching you off guard.
You had just put on a delicate pearly top you’ve made for yourself a while ago, and were trying to see if the ties in the back were in place. Tsireya gasps at the sight of you, bringing her hands to her mouth. 
“Did you make that?!” she beams at you, “You look beautiful, Y/N, it suits you so much!”
“You think? Not too much?” you quirk your eyebrow, pushing her for the truth. 
“Not at all,” she answers with a knowing look, “Are you going to see Mateä?” 
“No, not Mateä,” you shake your head. Tsireya looks at you confused, and you suddenly feel awkward having to explain yourself, “Neteyam wanted us to have a fake date somewhere public.”
“Oh,” that’s all she says.
It’s easy to see when something is bothering her. After all, you have been friends for a long time, you knew Tsireya like the back of your hand. 
“Just say it,” you urge her to speak.
“I just think that you shouldn’t drag this out for so long.”
“But Neteyam kind of needs me to keep playing into it,” you explain yet she doesn’t seem convinced, “Besides, Mateä has been showing more interest recently, so it works for both of us.”
“It doesn’t work for you and Mateä,” Tsireya disagrees, “You need to drop this, and Neteyam has to speak to Mateä before it’s too late.”
You don’t answer, considering her words. Tsireya is right, perhaps you should wrap this thing up. It was only supposed to be for one night, right? 
“Unless… you like him?” Tsireya looks at you, suspiciously. 
“Who?” your voice hitches.
“Seems like you’re starting to like Neteyam again,” Tsireya lets out with a sigh. She hated keeping things from you, but she also couldn’t lie. 
Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Deep down, you suspect that she might be right. Neteyam was quickly starting to work his way back into your heart.
“I am just helping him out, Tsireya. There’s nothing between us,” you lie.
“I just think that this is not worth it… you and Mateä can have something really great.”
“The pot is ready, right over there,” you point to your table.
Tsireya throws an apologetic look at you, and picks up the pot, thanking you. She senses that you don’t want to talk about Neteyam anymore, and decides to give you time to think. 
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“Neteyam?” you frown, as he keeps gawking at you, without a word.
It has been a few moments since he saw you walking out of your marui, and he still hasn't said anything. You begin to feel anxious about your appearance. Is it too revealing? Are the pearls too much? You just wanted to look like you were going on a date.
"You look like a beautiful syulang," he finally breathes out, admiring your look.
“You mean it?” you take a step closer to him.
“I do, you look very pretty,” he confirms, but takes a step back. You notice that he keeps his hands behind his back, as if he's trying to hide something.
"Thank you," you reply, "What do you have back there?"
“Uh, I brought this for you,” he says, bringing forward something wrapped in a large green leaf. 
You can't see what's inside, but you assume it's fragile, given how carefully he held it. As you take it from him and begin to unwrap, Neteyam observes your every move with anticipation.
"You really didn't have to bring me anything, Neteyam," you say, meeting his gaze for a moment, “It's not like a real date anyway.”
"I wanted to," he responds shyly.
As the wrapping comes undone, you see a handful of small, delicate yellow flowers. They're unlike anything you've ever seen before, petals shaped in a unique swirl in the ends. As you bring them closer to examine, you gawk back at Neteyam.
"Let me show you something," he smiles.
Without waiting for your permission, Neteyam takes your hand in his, opening your palm and holding it above the flowers, throwing a shade. The yellow flowers begin to glow with a soft, natural luminescence. 
“How come I’ve never seen these!” you beam, earning a satisfied grin from him, “This is very special, thank you.”
“I’m not a very good diver, so I can’t get you those shells you like,” he confesses, “But I saw these glowing at the top of the mountain when I was flying last night, so I went back for them this morning because I thought you might like them.”
“I don’t need you to bring me shells, Neteyam, these are very special,” you carefully pull him in for a hug with your free hand, trying not to squish the flowers. As Neteyam wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer, you close your eyes in comfort.
You were already thinking of ways to preserve the flowers, perhaps gathering some resin, and making jewelry out of them. Or something for your hair? Your marui? 
“I’ll put them into water, so that they don’t die by the time I get back,” you say, pulling back from Neteyam.
“Don’t worry, I can always bring you more,” he smiles.
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Pretending with Neteyam had become effortless. As you strolled along the beach, Neteyam and you were just talking, catching up on the things that happened in the past years. Occasionally, you would make him laugh, and it warmed your heart to see him happy like that, carefree. Whenever you would notice someone watching you, Neteyam would ask you to hold hands with him to appear more serious. You agreed, of course, but Tsireya’s words were slowly weighing on you. You were letting it yourself get too invested, meanwhile Neteyam was only pretending.
As he walked you back to your marui, you could sense his growing nervousness.
“I think my neighbors are watching us,” you whisper with a smile, coming to a halt in front of the entrance.
“Are they big on gossip?” Neteyam leans in slightly, like he’s about to tell you a secret.
“Oh, very big,” you chuckle, “They are always asking my mother about you.”
“Maybe we should give them something to talk about,” he gulps down, bringing his face closer to you.
As Neteyam's eyes lock onto yours, you suddenly feel your heart race. You can't deny the tension between you, but you also can't ignore the possibility of this causing more trouble than it's worth. The thought of rumors spreading around the village about you and Neteyam kissing makes your stomach churn. Maybe this is too far. 
“What do you mean, Neteyam?” you manage to ask, captivated by his eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, so quietly, like he’s going to scare you away.
“It wouldn’t be a proper date without a kiss,” you mumble. It was supposed to be a joke, a snarky comment, but you sounded so desperate, so impatient to feel him.
Neteyam only nods, his gaze fixed on your lips. He leans in, then hesitates, as if asking for one last permission. You tilt your head slightly, your heart racing in your chest. And when he finally closes the distance between you, you feel his soft, gentle lips on yours. It's so delicate and slow that it feels like a dream, intimate and special.
When you pull away, you notice a small smile resting on his lips. You can’t help but shy away from his gaze, taking a step back.
“Well, I think that was convincing enough,” you joke, trying to sound nonchalant about it.
“Thank you for tonight, Y/N,” he says, straightening up, “Have a sound sleep.”
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Your sleep wasn’t sound at all. You tossed and turned on your mat throughout the night, much to the annoyance of your parents. Your eyes kept being drawn to the bowl of flowers, casting a soft glow in the darkness. It reminded you of stupid Neteyam, of his stupid lips, and stupid captivating golden eyes that glowed the same way under the moonlight. You couldn't get him out of your head, and it was starting to drive you crazy.
Tsireya's warning echoed in your mind - this pretend relationship with Neteyam was going too far. You knew you had to have a serious conversation with him and move on with the final stage of the plan: turn him down. If not, you could ruin your chances of finding a real relationship. Without Neteyam.
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Early in the morning, with a determined stride, you make your way to the beach, where you spot Neteyam, training with his father and a group of guys. You don’t think through what you’re going to do, when Jake suddenly notices you. 
“Good morning, Y/N,” he says, drawing everyone’s attention to you, “Anything I can help you with?”
You greet them, and gulp down, easily finding Neteyam’s curious gaze on you. Well, you have come so far, why not just get it over with?
“Can I speak to Neteyam for a moment? It won’t take long,” you turn to Jake.
Jake purses his lips, but nods at Neteyam, giving him a sign to go. He approaches you with a worried look on his face.
“Is something wrong?” 
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your training,” you apologize.
Neteyam obliges, when you lead him away from the beach, to talk in private. It’s still early, so most of the clan is asleep. You feel nervous under his patient gaze but you know it has to be done.
“I wanted to talk to you about us,” you begin. Neteyam nods, encouraging you to go on, “I know there’s still a week until the hunting festivities, and I promised to help you till then, but I don’t think I can.”
Neteyam’s eyes widen slightly, but he remains calm.
“Do you want us to stop pretending?” he asks softly.
“Yes, I think it’s for the best if we stop now. If we keep going on dates and…kissing, it might give people the wrong idea, and I don’t want that,” you answer, trying to keep your voice steady.
He looks down at his hands for a moment, thinking. You don’t interrupt him. He’s probably just trying to come up with the best way of telling his parents. He doesn’t seem saddened that he won’t be forced to spend time with you anymore. You’re the idiot who fell for her fake boyfriend.
“I understand, Y/N,” Neteyam finally says, meeting your eyes, “Thank you for helping me so far.”
“It’s fine,” you let out a breath, “Then it is decided. And Neteyam…we have to keep our distance from now on.”
Neteyam watches, as you walk away with a mixture of feelings. You're relieved, yet also disappointed that the fake relationship is over. You can't help but wonder if things could have been different between you and Neteyam, if only circumstances were different. 
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The following days seem to stretch with a painful slowness. You feel lost, with a constant sense of longing that follows you like a shadow. The realization that you had fallen head over heels for Neteyam and can’t be with him hits you hard. You feel stupid but you can't help thinking about him all the time, trying to carry on with your day-to-day tasks. But it seems like everything is taking more effort than it used to.
Every now and then, you catch a glimpse of Neteyam from afar, and he looks just as sad as you feel. You can't help but wonder if he's just putting on a show for the sake of the rumors, to make it believable. You wish you could just talk but avoiding him is the right thing to do for now. 
And as suspected, it doesn’t take long for rumors about you turning him down to start spreading throughout the clan. People notice that you two aren’t spending time together anymore and are avoiding each other. It is ironic, how they think that it's Neteyam going through a heartbreak, when in reality it is you. 
When Tsireya comes to congratulate you on the successful plan, she tells you that Mateä has heard the rumors and was preparing to confess to you. But you don’t want Mateä anymore. Instead of sharing Tsireya’s excitement, you can’t hold back any longer, and break down in front of her, confessing your true feelings for Neteyam. It is freeing to finally let it out, to have someone to confide in. As she comforts you, it feels like you are friends again, if only for a moment.
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You got ready a long time ago. Your hair decorated with feathers and beads, face painted with white ceremonial patterns. In a few hours you would be joining the rest of the clan, to wish a farewell to the Metkayina hunters. The Tsahik would bless them with a prayer to Eywa, and after you sing your songs, the young men will leave. It was a tradition in your clan, that at the beginning of each year, the young hunters would travel by the water to an unfamiliar land. It was a test that every hunter had to pass, to learn to adapt in every situation and be able to stand for himself and for his allies. Sometimes, it would take them a few days to return back with a prey. Sometimes, it would last a full moon. It depended on Eywa’s guidance, and the hunters couldn’t return without receiving a blessing first.
Despite the value it held, the passage was still dangerous. It was painful for you to recall the instances when the groups returned with wounded or missing Na’vi. And although you were aware that it was Neteyam’s third time going on the hunt, you couldn't help but feel worried sick for him. Tonight, with the rest of your clan, you had to show your support, but your mind was contemplating not showing up at all. You didn’t want to see his face, afraid that it might make your heart break further. 
There was still time for the ceremony, as you wandered off to the water, trying to calm down your nerves. It would be disrespectful not to go, you had to show up and pray to Eywa that she keeps Neteyam safe and sound. You’re so deep in your thoughts, it takes you a second to notice Mateä sitting down next to you. You force a small smile to greet him.
“Excited for tonight?” he gestures to the extra pieces of ceremonial clothing you’re wearing on your arms and legs.
“Just wanted to be ready in time,” you’re not sure how to respond. You knew Mateä your whole life, yet it feels awkward to be with him alone. 
“I heard that you turned down the son of Toruk Makto,” Mateä emphasizes, you hum, “I will not lie to you, at first, when I heard about it, I was relieved. I thought that he doesn’t deserve you. But seeing you like this… it saddens me. I do not wish for you to be unhappy.”
“Thank you, Mateä,” you hang your head at his words. 
“Listen, Y/N,” he says softly, “We have known each other since we were babies. And while I curse myself for not spending more of my time with you back then, I do not want to regret this chance too.”
You meet his eyes again, nervously. You knew him pretty well. When Mateä was sure about something, he confronted it head on. Whether it was a rejection or an acceptance, he wished to know the truth in order to move on. 
“I always had my eye on you, Y/N,” he confesses, “What I didn’t realize that it was not just in a way one would look after their friend. It is shameful to admit but… it took me seeing you with another man to understand the true nature of my feelings. I like you, Y/N, and I wish to know if you feel the same way.”
You gulp down, tears filling up your eyes. The man you thought you could spend your life with was finally opening his heart to you, yet you didn’t want it. Your own heart belonged to somebody else. Oh Eywa, why couldn’t you enjoy what you had wished for?
“Don’t cry,” Mateä whispers, noticing the tears rolling down your cheeks, “Your heart belongs to him, doesn’t it?”
You can see the brave face he puts on, as you slowly nod your head. You feel so guilty and ashamed for admitting it to him. Mateä was really one of the only people in your life that you valued, and you were hurting him.
“I’m sorry,” you sniff, “If there was a way for me to make this better…”
“You don’t have to apologize, just don’t cry, okay?” he reaches out to wipe away your tears, and you nod again, “That is enough for me.”
You don’t feel like you even deserve his attention right now. 
“Mateä, if I could take away the pain that I’m causing, you know I would in an instant,” you mean it.
"I know, Y/N. But you can't help who you love," he says softly, "Regardless of what you choose to do, just promise me that we can still be friends, alright?"
"Of course, Mateä, you mean a lot to me," you nod, grateful.
"Good,” he stands up with a small smile, “Now, let's go. We don't want to be late."
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You quietly take a seat next to Tsireya, who is anxiously watching Lo’ak from a distance. Despite knowing how important it is for Lo’ak to partake in the tradition, she can’t help but feel worried for him. You lay your hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
“Lo’ak is a skilled hunter. You know that Jake takes training very seriously,” you reassure her.
“You’re right,” she nods her head, then turns to face you, “You came with Mateä... Did you talk?”
You nod, pursing your lips together. It’s not difficult for Tsireya to realize what happened. It was only logical that you would reject Mateä because of your feelings for Neteyam.
“Oh, Y/N,” she lets out, pulling you in for a hug. You feel like it’s comforting not only you, but also her.
As the rhythm of the log drums slowly picks up, everyone falls quiet. The Tsahik makes her way to an open space, and the hunters quickly surround her in a circle, kneeling down. It’s then that you see Neteyam, wearing his headpiece and armor, with bow and arrows attached to his back. You can’t help but feel a twinge of worry for him but you push the feeling aside, afraid that it might ruin his luck. 
When the Tsahik’s voice fills the air with a praying chant, the hunters begin to sway in unison, seeking the blessing and guidance of Eywa for their upcoming journey. With the rhythm of the log drums, you find yourself lost in the moment too, closing your eyes and letting yourself be carried away. 
Eventually, when Tsahik stops, the hunters rise to their feet. As per practice, they must bid farewell to their loved ones, in case they may not return. You can’t help but feel nervous because this part of the ceremony is usually long, and Tsahik allows everyone to take their time. You know that soon enough you will watch Neteyam making his way to his family, and it hurts to know that he won’t be saying goodbye to you too. With every passing second, you feel more anxious, and all you want to do is get away from there. So, when the rest of the clan starts moving, you stand up to leave without even looking in his direction. 
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You rush through the trees, making your way into a small clearing, illuminated by the moonlight. You take a moment to breathe in and out with the sounds of nature, and eventually calm yourself down. When suddenly you hear a rustling of the leaves. 
Your heart skips a beat as you see Neteyam making his way to you, with a mix of concern and confusion. 
“Y/N, why did you run off?” he asks, as soon as he’s close enough for you to hear.
“Doesn’t matter,” you dismiss him, “Why are you here? You should be with your family now.”
“I already talked to my family,” Neteyam comes closer, and your breath catches in your throat, “But I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to you.”
“Neteyam,” you’re so confused at his behavior. Did he feel guilty because you looked upset? He shouldn’t be here with you right now.
“Y/N, why did you reject Mateä?” he asks suddenly, catching you off guard, “Tsireya told me.”
You don’t answer, holding his gaze. He hated rejecting girls, you can’t burden him now, before his hunt.
“Was it because of me?” he pushes.
“It does not matter, Neteyam,” you try to brush him off, “You have a hunt ahead of you, you shouldn’t be here right now. Shouldn’t be making your night about my stupid actions.”
“How can I not make this about you?” he says, irritated, “Everything is about you now, Y/N. Every moment of every night and day, doesn’t matter what I’m doing, my mind is occupied with the thoughts of you!”
“W-what?” you stutter, caught off guard.
“So for you to tell me ‘it doesn’t matter’ if you rejected Mateä for me… Of course, it matters. It matters to me, because... Because I see you,” he lets out, breathing loudly.
You stare in confusion, as Neteyam’s eyes jump all over your face, searching for a reaction. All you can do is think about how much you wanted him to say those words to you. To tell you how much he liked you, longed for you, the same way you did for him.
“I see you too, Neteyam,” you manage to whisper, reaching your hand to cup his cheek.
A loving smile breaks on his face, when Neteyam pulls you in for a kiss. He is so desperate to touch you, to know that it’s real. You’re real. Happiness overwhelms you, as you smile against his lips, your hands gently cupping his face. 
“I’m yours,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.
“I’m yours forever,” you whisper back.
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Did my best to upload this before my job interview tomorrow, so by the time I come back, I want you to leave your comments and tags!!! Seriously, I love that shit, it makes my heart melt. Especially when you submit questions
my 30k enemies to lovers fic (neteyam x ta'unui reader)
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fifia-writes · 1 year
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Pillow Talk
Human Reader x Neteyam
Warnings: microscopic spice, Neteyam is aged up to 20 :P
Enjoy :)
Tip tip tip tip tip tip tip tip… We were in my room, small but cozy and despite the rain outside having ruined our camping plans we had a fine night of doing “human stuff” as Neteyam liked to call it. He didn't like the word camping because it implied that I didn't really live in tune with Pandora, that nature was to be visited and not lived in long term, and even though I agreed with him for the most part nothing could beat the feeling of stepping into the air conditioning after a long hot shower, the feeling of cool sheets on my fresh skin. Safe to say I liked my “human stuff”. We laid on my bed, that he just barely fit wholly onto, and listened to the pitter patter on my window as the storm worsened. It had been hours since eclipse had made the forest go dark and we were both slowly coming to the realization that Neteyam was not going to make it back home tonight.
“My father is going to skin me you know” He mumbled, eyes closed with a smile creeping its way up the corners of his lips.
“Mmmmm” I respond half asleep and unable to form coherent sentences with his arms around my waist, encasing me in his warmth.
“I’m serious y/n, if I don't find a way home soon you might never see me alive again” sarcasm and fake worry coat his tone.
Forcing my eyes open I take in his peaceful face, if he stopped going on about his father needing him home tonight I might’ve thought he was sleeping. “Unfortunately for your father the rain is holding you hostage here tonight”
Opening his eyes half way he lets out a light chuckle “Is it the rain or you keeping me here?”
“The rain” I retort, bringing my hand to the side of his jaw “Close your eyes again”
He obeys. Moving my hand from his jaw to trace my fingers over his lips, then up the finely built column of his nose and over his brow. I make sure to trace both sides keeping my invisible patterns symmetrical. I lift my hand for the first time since starting and make contact with a freckle just under his eye but above the apple of his cheek and softly trail my finger up over his eyelid.
“You know my mother used to do this for me when I was little, when I had trouble sleeping” I tell him.
“Mmmmm”
A soft smile pricks my lips at his sleepy response, he's always so serious around others. I mean I understand it, we're so young and while I’m traipsing around the lab with the science guys helping me with my studies he has the weight of an entire people on his shoulders. Expectations to be met. It's nice to see him soften, to be able to provide him a space to leave his tension behind.
“She called it painting my face, and would go from my head to my toe telling me how my toes were falling asleep, then my legs, and knees. And she would go on in this voice so hushed it sounded like it might have been a recording, and by the time she got back to my face I would be out cold” My brows and nose scrunch at the memory.
The rain came down harder as I continued mapping out his face with my fingers tracing the constellation of freckles that made their way up and down his face in linear patterns, making sure to pay attention to each and every one before moving on to the next, but before I can finish my rounds he tells me. “I bet our kids will love this”
I stop completely and stare up to him as his eyes snap open in realization “W-wait your* I mean-” he stutters out.
A smile that had been sprouting on my face grew big and before he got too flustered I stopped his sputtering and reassured him “I think our kids will like it too…if it's possible for humans and na’vi to have kids that is” Looking up into his wide eyes.
“I think we’ll manage just fine.” He responds, bringing a plush hand to my face. That's one thing that surprised me about Neteyam in the beginning, with all his training and hunting I expected his hands to be rough and calloused, with scars and such running across them as trophies for his hard work. But the first time I felt them, one on each of my arms, they were soft and warm. His hands were home.
“So you said I had to touch you all over to get you to fall asleep?” He questioned in a tone strikingly more playful than before.
My mouth dropped open in his change of pace and I grabbed a pillow from behind me and made quick contact with his face. “Teyam!”
A/N: 
eeehihihihiii idk If anyone will read this but I’ve had this scene playing in my head non stop for weeks and I had to write it down lmaoo. This is one of my first attempts at writing fanfic so I hope you enjoyed!! Lmk what else u wanna see and any feedback u have for me :) 
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Jealous Neteyam
Warnings: hair pulling, choking, tail pulling, breeding, degradation, mean teyam, smut, porn without much plot, use of daddy, aged-up neteyam, and fem reader.
Word count: 818
A/N: I don’t know what this is as I wrote it spontaneously. If there is anything wrong with it like spelling, grammar, or anything else I apologize. I hope you enjoy reading!
It was the first time you and Neteyam had a moment alone in months and he was incredibly pent up. He dragged you to his room without saying a word and threw you on the sleeping mat. He then stripped you down entirely, way too quick for you to process what was happening. Before you knew it, teyam was balls deep inside you and pulling your hair.
“What’s wrong, princess? You can’t keep up with Daddy’s big cock?” Neteyam said tauntingly as he rammed into you roughly from behind. 
Your moans and whimpers filled the warm air as you tried to respond, but could only mumble out incoherently, “Please aaahh~ too much~ aaahhh~” Your moans cut you off every time you tried to speak. This made Neteyam chuckle out loudly as he went even faster and harder with his brutal thrusts. 
“Are you fucked dumb already? My little slut can’t even keep up with Daddy’s big cock. Last I checked you were the one walking around the village in that tight loincloth. You were begging to be bred by Daddy and you know it.” Neteyam then let go of your hair and used his hands to choke you roughly and grab at your hip to pull you back against him. The change of angles caused him to ram directly into your G-spot every time he thrust inside of you. 
“I'm sorry Daddy! I wanted to look good for you! Aahh~ can I please cum Daddy?” This caused Teyam to laugh mockingly and go faster as he spoke.
“Fuck no! You have teased me and been a brat all day! Bad girls don’t get to cum.” Teyam put his body weight on your upper back, forcing your face and chest into the sleeping mat beneath you. He leaned on you entirely and thrust into you even harder, beginning to get close. As you tried hard to not cum, he reached around your hips and began roughly fondling and circling your throbbing clit. He took his hand off of your throat and began to stroke and tug on your sensitive tail.
“Teyam if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to stop myself from cumming!” you tried to warn him as he rubbed, tugged, and rammed into all of your sweet spots. Teyam only grunted and moaned softly in response, ignoring your pleas. Suddenly, the pressure of your orgasm became too much to stop and you came around his length. You moaned loudly as you came, forgetting all about Neteyam’s warnings. 
“Fuck! You’re so tight around me princess! I am going to breed this little pussy, fill you with my seed and make you full and pregnant. Fuck, I’m cumming!” Neteyam came hard, filling you with cum. He shallowly continued to hump your walls, making sure that he didn’t lose a drop of cum. After you both stopped to catch your breath, Neteyam spoke once again, “You disobeyed me, slut. You know I have to punish you now.” He feels you begin to squirm in his hold, desperate to escape the incoming spanking.
“I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean to cum! You were just too good and I couldn’t help it!” You whimper out through hiccups and whines. Your pleas proved to be useless as Neteyam laid on his back and pulled you on top of him so that your face was buried in his neck. Suddenly and without warning, Neteyam began to spank your asscheeks full force. Slaps and whimpers rang through the stuffy room and before you knew it, your punishment was over.
“See, 15 spanks isn’t so bad. Next time listen to me and I wouldn’t have to punish you.” He softly strokes your hair and rubs your sore ass to soothe you. He shushes softly to comfort you and reassure you as hiccups and sobs escaped your lips.
“I’m sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to be a bad girl!” You repeated those words like a mantra as you nuzzled your face deeper into Neteyam’s neck. Your nose nudged his sweat glands and the smell of grass and the sea breeze filled your nostrils. His scent calmed you down some, but not enough to let you relax fully. Neteyam held you close to him as he began to hum softly, stroking your hair until you drifted off to sleep. By the time you woke up, you were cradled on Neteyam’s chest, your ass had soothing cream across it, and everything from last night had been cleaned up. Soon after you awoke, Neteyam stirred and spoke to you.
“Good morning, princess. You aren’t hurt from last night, are you?” Neteyam held you close and looked at you with a face of soft concern.
“I am a little sore but I am alright, sorry for being bad last night…” You muttered guiltily. Neteyam chuckled softly before speaking,
“Don’t worry my love, I could never be angry with you.”
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Another favorite piece to add to my collection ! I mean come on... Aren't they the most precious things ever ?!
I had to bring back Ciara's swimsuit because... HUFF SHE WAS SO HOT IN this 🔥
I was afraid to mess up Maya because of how UNIQUE @jeannesart2 style is, but she looks pretty gorgeous so far !
Just girls messing around in the water. And I swear I could hear "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" by Cindy Lauper all the while I drew this 😂
Maya © @jeannesart2 Ciara © Me
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mavichu · 1 year
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AVATAR FACE CLAIMS
for future modern au fic!
LO’AK SULLY 18
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NETEYAM SULLY, 20
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KIRI SULLY, 18/19
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AO’NUNG, 20
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TSIREYA, 17
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ROTXO, 17/18
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idk which scene was hotter
colonel meow meow being able to put spider down with one hand
that one scene where he was like “oustanding”
or the one with scorsby like “are you the asshole who’s commandeering my ship” and he’s all like “that would be me”
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I wont finish this drawing so im posting it !
its a scene from my friend’s and i roleplay, our characters meeting the sully children, miscommunication ensuing
spider’s supposed to be there but i couldnt draw him properlu sorry my guy lmaoo
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I'm so proud <3
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floofcowsandcake · 1 year
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My friend and I are now officially loyal to a Religion we made up. We call it Wainfleetism. Our god is Lyle Wainfleet. We get on our knees every second of the day...to worship him...no other reason. AAAAAAAAND we live, laugh, love, Lyle.
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aonungmybf · 1 year
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FIC RECOMMENDATIONS
Tryna find a Y/N fic based on the start of the movie where Lo’ak, Tuk, Kiri and spider sneak off to the old shack and get caught by the RDA. I CAN’T FIND ANY BC I’M RLLY BAD AT USING THE SEARCH BAR ON TUMBLR SO PLEASE, ANYBODY
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loaksreya · 1 year
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ atwow: on twitter 🎂
.・゜゜・  ・゜゜・..・゜゜・  ・゜゜・
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Come Away With Me
Neteyam x Reader
Prologue 
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Warnings: Anxiety and panic attacks, mentions of death and injury, Loak Kiri and Neteyam are aged up to 19 and 20 in their respective age gaps :) Possible spice, I haven't decided yet ;) (this is mostly for future chapters, this chapter is pretty tame :))
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They came at night, just after the moon stole the light from the sun; I was there ofcourse front and center to welcome them back alongside my father. Kiri was the first off her pa’li to greet me, she was warm from the summer humidity and despite the tight hug we exchanged, she was soft. We were instant friends from the first time she began coming along on the Sully’s routine visits, and she was the reason I wished they would stay in our village longer each time they came… part of the reason. The rest of the Sully’s followed Kiri’s lead, sliding off the pa’li and sauntering over to greet us before business began. Jake always briefed my father about the war effort right after his arrival, so all the details were fresh. Leaving me to help Loak, Kiri, and Neteyam get settled in their pod for the night.
After releasing me from her strong hold Kiri jogged over to her pa’li to grab her pack, I gave the brothers in front of me an open smile letting my eyes squint a little as they approached me, packs in hand. Loak swung an arm around my shoulder, the touch was nonchalant and I leaned into him moving an arm around the back of his torso.
“How's my least favorite Sully doing?” I asked, sarcasm thick on my tongue.
“Amazing now that I–” he stopped midway through and squinted at me “Least Favorite?”
“Oh shit did I let that slip” Smiling as he pushed me away with a hand to the side of my face trying to make sure I couldn't see the way the corners of his lips turned up at my teasing.
Kiri returned to my side pack in hand, and just as I turned to walk with them to the pod that they very well already knew the way to, I caught Neteyams eyes on mine.
“Hi ‘Teyam.” I said with a wiggle of my fingers.
The nickname rolled into the air naturally after all these years of visits, and it tasted sweet in my mouth. He smiled, hard, and with a shake of his head he split off from us; joining our fathers meeting. I helped Loak and Kiri unpack their things and get their sleeping mats set up as exhaustion took over their features. I wasn't too surprised as the journey was much harder riding on pa’li rather than ikran, tough but necessary to avoid suspicion from watchful eyes. Kiri and I could have stayed up all night catching up but when we heard Loaks soft snores from the other side of the pod I knew it was time to call it a night.
The sun shone extra hot this morning, humidity stuck to my skin in a way that made laying down too uncomfortable. The light shone through the drapes covering the doorway, deciding for me that I couldn't avoid the heat any longer. With that I got up to dress. I let my hair loose from my everyday braids, minus two that hung across my forehead; the ends decorated with smooth misshapen river stones. Stretching my arms as high up as they could while pulling a soft breath of air into my already full lungs. I made my way to the basket where I kept my clothes, all neatly folded and tucked away. I couldn't handle the feeling of fabric on my skin on a day as sticky as today and settled on a beaded top that provided just the right amount of coverage. The top was worn like a backpack, unconnected in the front with strands of gray and white speckled beads trailing down over my shoulders and chest, the strands all connected to a singular string of beads that trailed behind my back to secure everything in place. As for bottoms I wore a simple brown woven cloth that tied at the base of my tail. I made sure to put on a decorative armband and headed for the doorway.
The river was calm today and gave off a soft breeze, providing a slight respite from the oppressive sun. Reaching the Sully pod I called out twice to make sure I wasn't intruding on anything.
“Hello hello” holding out the last part of the greeting “Kiri?”
“y/nn why is it so hot here” she groaned
“The boys already left?” questioning her I walked through the doorway pushing aside the curtain.
“Meh me meh, wouldn't you like to know” she teased, shooting me a knowing look.
That in itself was an answer, I assumed they left to finish the work they had to get done readying the supplies for transport early so they could enjoy tonight's festivities. Twin babies had been born just two weeks ago, a gift sent from Eywa herself. Even in rebirth she couldn't separate these two souls. Twins were an extremely rare occurrence in the clan, to let the event pass without celebration would be dishonorable. Not to mention that in war times celebrations were far and few.
I quickly changed topics so my dear friend wouldn’t ask about my not so secret crush on her older brother. “You up for a swim?”
“I thought you'd never ask.”
The walk up stream was a long one but it was absolutely worth it when the smooth glassy lake came into view. Dying to make some waves in the utterly flat water I gave Kiri a look and called out.
“Race you!”
Bounding through the tall grass, pushing aside low hanging leaves, and flattening flora were all crimes I committed to get into that water before Kiri. Jumping off the edge of the soft ground I was airborne for a good three seconds before gravity brought me crashing into the surface of the lake. The water suffocated the heat that festered under my skin all morning and made the blood in my veins pump hard and fast. The memory of slick skin, sweat running down my forehead and neck was scrubbed from my mind as the water enveloped me. I broke the surface wiping the hair out of my face only to hear Kiri let out a little scream before jumping in. Her impact on the lake sent a wave of water right into me.
“You will not win next time!” she said, sending another splash my way.
“That is your prerogative” I say, sending water straight at her.
We floated in the cool water for what felt like hours updating each other on our lives, what had happened in the month we’d been apart. Open mouthed laughing whenever one of us said something the least bit funny.
“And tuk tuk? She must be big now”
“She's turning ten soon you know”
“Insanity, the last time I saw her she could fit in my pack”
“I really doubt she could fit in your pack just two years ago y/n”
“I swear she could!”
The water washed away our stresses of war, and for those few hours we were just two girls floating on a lake.
“Okay tell me ma Kiri, what is going on with you and that human boy I keep hearing little whispers about” a smile threatening to appear on my lips “looking for a pocket sized mate?” I tease, swimming in a wide circle around her.
“y/n I’ll tell you about Spider once you’re ready to talk about all those looks you give my brother.” She says while floating on her back, half opening her eyes to look at me.
My mouth falls open and I bring my hands to my face to try to hide from her accusations, I let out a half scream of embarrassment. Was I really that obvious?
“I KNEW IT!”
“Kiri-please-you-can't-say-anything-please” I say with immeasurable speed.
There's a beat of silence and then she breaks out in a full open mouthed laugh at my urgency.
“Kiri, it's not funny!” I insist, almost breaking my facade to laugh myself.
Soon the both of us are out of control giggling, tears coming out of our eyes, and it didn't even make sense. Too caught up with each other the both of us failed to hear a certain someone calling out our names from the shore of the lake. It seemed like we had drifted a good distance from where we jumped in.
“Wait hold on” Kiri said as she grabbed hold of my arm. “Speak of the devil” Her tone was too playful for my liking.
Spotting Neteyam on the shoreline waving his arms and yelling something we couldn't quite make out, I glance over at her.
“Kiriii” I whined, hoping she wasn't planning anything, but before I could say anything else she took a deep breath and yelled.
“Race you!” and took off.
Neteyam
When I found them at the lake I almost jumped in myself, the air was so thick it was heavy, weighing my shoulders down with every step I took. Deciding against joining the girls swim when they spotted me on the shore, they were far but not far enough that they couldn't hear me if I called, which is exactly what I did. Waving my arms over my head and calling their names till they started to swim toward me, Kiris head bobbed above the water marking her progress as she got closer but you, you disappeared into the depths. I flinched as you broke the surface of the water right in front of me, releasing the breath you had been holding.
Turning back toward the direction you came from you clock how far off Kiri still was and let out a light laugh.
“Lend me a hand ‘Teyam?” You asked, looking up at me with those eyes of yours.
Eywa I loved it when you called me that. You didn't know it but you were the only one who called me that outside my family, it was too casual a nickname for the na’vi back home to use; they felt it might come off as disrespect for the future Oloeyktan.
“Yeah I’ve got you” reaching my hand for yours.
Your skin was cool on mine as I pulled you up to sit on the ledge I was standing on. Water flowed down your body, leaving droplets all down your back and shoulders. There were seldom times I allowed myself to simply look at you, it didn't feel good to ogle you but there were moments I just couldn't stop myself. You were just so… you. river na’vi were different, physically, from my clan of forest na’vi. Your fingers and toes were webbed, your ears were flatter than mine and more fin-like, your tail was thin and flat like an eel, and your skin had more of a green tinge to the blue I was used to. But all that just added to your essence, you were unashamed to be who you are and I admired that.
Breaking me from my thoughts Kiri called to me “Neteyam, I would appreciate some help out of the water too dear brother” Teasing me with a tone she knows gets on my nerves.
Rolling my eyes I reached down to help her out, it's not like I could say no, and just as I was about to pull back into my heels to pull her on the ledge she pulled me down to the water with all her weight. The cool water was a blessing and I was half glad Kiri tricked me, the other half knew I had to get her back. Resurfacing I sent I jumped up and pushed her head down under the water, only releasing after she was fully submerged again. I rushed to climb back up on the ledge before she could resurface, guaranteeing my win. Her face wore a crown of sarcasm and disappointment when she resurfaced, head bobbing just above the water.
“y/n today is just not my day for our little competitions.” she said reaching for the ledge we sat on.
There was a beat of silence and then you responded with a sharp inhale. “I guess not.”
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My eyes fixed themselves to the drops of water resting on his neck, slipping agonizingly slowly down past his adams apple and pooling in his clavicle. From there my eyes followed his collar bone across his chest to one of his broad shoulders, then down his arm, studying the mountains and valleys his taut muscles created under his skin. Getting comfortable he leaned back into them, This only made the sight more appetizing. Kiri said something aimed at me, pulling me from my daydreams before Neteyam could notice how long I had been looking at him. I’d have to thank her later, but for now I gave her a mundane response and waited for Neteyam to deliver whatever news he pulled us from the water to give us.
Clearing his throat he turned back to Kiri “Dad wants you to get whatever you need from the Tsahik before eclipse so you're not stressing about it during the celebration tonight.”
“Right, thanks for the reminder Nete. We’ll go now then” She said, pulling me to my feet.
“I’ll see you tonight then Neteyam!” I called back to him as Kiri pulled me away, making sure to pay him one last bit of attention before I was pulled out of view.
The air in my mothers pod smelled of spice and tea, the fire in the center of the room radiated heat that made my skin drip. She wasn't there when Kiri and I opened the drapes blocking the doorway but she knew Kiri had to come gather herbs regardless so we went in without waiting for her. Sitting down close to the fire I grabbed the cover to the small pit to suffocate it before it suffocated us. I watched Kiri pull out three different baskets of herbs, filling three separate bags and tying the tops closed. Her job here had been the same every visit, she almost knew our medical practices as well as I did. We were both in Tsahik training as the eldest daughter on both sides although whether she would receive the title was unknown as long as Neteyam remained unmated. She enjoyed the work so Jake let her continue her training and used the human saying “cross that bridge when we come to it” whenever tensions rose about her future as lead healer and spiritualist. She finished gathering all that she needed and I went to kill the fire as my mother walked in.
“Hold on y/n, I’ll be needing that” she said motioning to the fire. She took the cover from my hands and set it on a nearby table. “Kiri my dear, how are your studies coming?”
“Very well Tsahik, Moat is still teaching me”
“Mmm” she acknowledged “and you’ve gathered everything you need from here I see, have trouble finding anything?” nodding to various bags and baskets gathered near the entrance.
“Yes ma’am, everything is ready to be loaded onto the pa’li”
She focused her gaze on my friend and told her “You’ll make a fine Tsahik Kiri, remember that”
I cringed at her mention of the soft subject, but Kiri smiled at her across from the fire and before she could respond my mother stood “Let's get going then eclipse is upon us, we don't want to miss the festivities” poking us both to follow her.
The twins were introduced to the clan at the same time, mother and father each holding a child up in the air for Eywa to gaze upon. All the na’vi in the village came to see them. The babies looked so fresh in their parents hands, so soft, and new. They called out their names just as the sun vanished behind the moon, we all repeated their names back to them then and then the festivities began. The couple and their newborns went to sit down just as the music began, both looking tired. People sang as the drums began to pound and just as I was about to pull Kiri to her feet to dance with me when I spotted Neteyam in my periphery. He was talking to a girl, Eita Te Kxehaomo Wìeytewä'ite, I felt my cheeks flush and my feet pulling me toward them. I tried to soften my features as I got closer to the pair, I could only imagine how crazy I looked right now. Our eyes found each other and any worry I had in the last minute instantly melted away. Taking his hands in my own I pulled him towards myself but more importantly toward where everyone was beginning to dance.
“Teyam come dance with me”
“Ahh y/n I’m really a terrible dancer”
“Come on, you worked so hard today to finish early”
Giving in, he took my hands and pulled me into the crowd of moving bodies.
“Okay now follow my lead” I say, but the drums are too loud.
“I can't hear you!” He yells back to me.
I stand up tall and I can, and lean in close to his ear and say “Follow my lead!”
He nods, noticing how little space there is between us now that we're face to face. I start moving my feet to the beat of the music and he's trying his best to follow but the music is fast, almost too fast or maybe that was my heartbeat I was hearing.
Deciding to try something different I say “Give me your hands!” hoping he heard
“What!”
I roll my eyes and take his hands in my own, not even bothering to repeat myself, moving my feet to the beat of the music once again but slower this time and as he starts to get the hang of it I start to speed back into tempo. I gave him a spin and try to do the same myself but we ended up getting caught in each other colliding. Laughing at ourselves as the song ends his hand slips from mine and travels down my back to rest right above the base of my tail. The trail his hand made sent shivers down my body, all the way through my fingertips.
before the next song begins I tell him “I think you forgot a basket over by my pod... To pack for the journey home” I say blatantly vague.
“And you want me to go get it now?” He looks to me skeptical but I think he's buying it.
I nod to a path out of the area and start ahead as he follows close behind.
Neteyam
You sparkled in the firelight, completely balanced and in Your element as you led me away from the crowd. My hand fell from your back as we moved through the night and I found myself almost jealous of the stones adorning your clothes, as they got to touch you whenever they wanted.
“So are you going to tell me the real reason you’re bringing me out here?” I questioned
You glanced back at me with a closed mouth smile that showed off your dimples and said “I told you, you forgot a basket when you were loading the pa’li earlier”
“Mmm alright” we had been friends since we were so small and even so my insides were twisting in anticipation.
We slowed our pace and I asked you “Y/n, why don't you come to the forest anymore? Tuk misses you, you know”
Giving me a cheeky smile you say “Oh she's the one that misses me is that right” Putting more weight to her voice when referring to Tuk
“I mean my mother does too, and I’m sure Kiri would love to see you more”
“Mmmm, I’ll have to talk with my father then, maybe a visit to the forest is overdue” a half smile plays on your lips “Though I can't guarantee he’ll say yes.”
“Why's that?” My eyebrows involuntarily drew together as I waited for your response.
“The war, the sky people are everywhere and even though your clan knows some of them can be trusted none of my people have ever even seen a sky person up close. And even though he hates to admit it he's afraid… I’m afraid.” Your gaze becomes strained as you shift your gaze from the ground to my face.
“Maybe I’m Just saying this because it's my home, or because I hate that we see so little of each other, but high camp is one of the safest places to be in this war. The sky people can't even get near it without help from a true na’vi” I say in a voice softer than usual. “And besides, I would never let anything happen to you”
I couldn't quite read the look you gave me but what I was sure of was the way my insides burned for you, so red hot that I considered telling you how I feel right here in front of your pod. Before I can calm the heat in my chest and gather my thoughts to say anything else you start.
“Wait here” You say, laying two hands on my chest, before disappearing into your tent.
I waited a few seconds before your voice rang out again “Okay close your eyess”
I noticed the celebration had taken a turn to the louder side and squinted back at the area, the path we came from slightly more alight. The drums stopped completely and then it started, PAP PAP PAP BRRRTTT, my heart dropped to my stomach. Gunfire.
A/N: Okay im not sure if its cause I've been trying to edit this for days not but I just can't read this chapter again lmaooo I hope you enjoy but I promise the next one will be much better! Let me know if you like the Neteyam POV, I’m on the fence if I should keep writing for him :)
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supernovapsycho2321 · 11 months
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sleila · 1 year
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im sososososososoooo tempted to write a like ao’nung/lo’ak modern!au boss luvr type thing but i cannot write
and idk who i would write it FOR
but ok just like picture them in a SUIT, saying sum little flerty comment every now and then just to see their employee get xtremy flustered and rush away mumbling something about paperwork and photocopies while they smirk n sip their coffee
like pls 🙇‍♀️
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