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His Fierce Flower - Bonus #1

This is a series of little moments during Neteyam and Enyu's married life, based off this lovely ask HERE.

Neteyam leaned his forearms against the wooden fence, where he stood on the outskirts of the training enclosure, surveying the potential new recruits. They were all young- baby faced but had the word determination pouring out of them and he remembered that not too long ago that was him in their place.

The recruits were in the middle of target practice and kept nervously glancing in his direction- like they always did whenever he would spontaneously visit. He knew he must have looked intimidating, dressed in his full warrior’s garb- war paint and all, along with his usual serious and intense expression he kept reserved for the public.

“T’qeres, that one there keeps holding his aim too long,” he called out loud, jerking his head in a young one’s direction.

T’qeres, a member of his team, moved to immediately correct the now nervous Na’vi’s stance, showing him how to correctly hold his bow.

A peel of laughter Neteyam instantly recognized, distracted him. He spotted Enyu a few feet away, walking along with some of the members of her harvest group and much to his annoyance- as always, Yaćksön was there too. Seemed like the harvesters were done for the day.

He openly stared- his soft gaze turning heated. Possessive. His eyes followed her, observing her beauty, her carefree disposition and how she’d tilt her head back, exposing her neck to the world. “Good ,” he thought. Let them see the marks he’d left there. Let them see she was taken. Let them see she was his.

“You’re doing that thing again bro. You’re all intense and shit. It’s kinda scary.” Lo’ak walked over to lean against the wooden fence as well, pulling Neteyam’s attention away from his mate.

“What thing?”

“The staring thing…at Enyu,” he replied, jerking his head in her direction.

“So? She’s my-”

“Wife? Mate? Woman?” Lo’ak rolled his eyes, then turned to scrutinise the training younglings. “Yeah ‘Teyam, I know. Just like I knew all the other thousand times you’ve reminded me and anyone else who’d listen.”

Neteyam raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see the problem here.”

Lo’ak cackled loudly, catching the attention of a few others milling about. He was immensely amused by his brother’s behaviour. He was such a goner.

“Nothing man. You do you. I mean, I don’t know why I’m surprised, you two have always been disgustingly obsessed with each other, and I’m talking way before all your feelings reveal and shit. But now, it’s like ten- no a thousand times worse. You’re like a fucking lunatic the way you look at her.”

Neteyam clenched his jaw and called out another correction to a Na’vi who was hunching their shoulders too much. “Alright, fine. So how do I look at her then?” He asked, slightly annoyed. His siblings were slowly driving him nuts lately with their comments and digs about him and his mate.

“Like a predator, hunting their prey.”

‘Well she is mine,’ he thought sardonically.

Lo’ak glanced back at Enyu who was in deep conversation with another Na’vi. “She seems happy though, which is good.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, you skxawng?”

“Just making sure I don’t need to knock you out is all, I’m looking out for her,” he shrugged. “...I'm glad you’re happy though. I know I’ve been a shit brother at times…I’m glad Eynu was there for you when I should’ve been.”

The eldest Sully tensed at his brother’s words.

“It kinda sucks that you’ve moved out though- now it’s just dad and me against the girls… Fuck. I still can’t believe you guys are actually mated mated now. But I really am happy for you two.”

Neteyam side-eyed his brother, it was always strange to hear him speak this way. Half the time Lo’ak was constantly complaining about him and Enyu being too “annoyingly gross,” and that he, “hoped someone would shoot him if he ever got as pathetic as Neteyam.”

“What ‘Teyam?” Lo’ak huffed.

“Nothing. I’ve never heard you say the word happy so many times before. It’s a little unnerving. What the hell has O’tley done to you?” He grinned then elbowed his scowling brother. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. Thanks bro…everything you said, that all means a lot. I mean it Lo’ak.”

“No biggy.”

“Speaking of O’tley. How’s that going?” He asked, pushing his luck. Lo’ak was pretty tight lipped about his relationship with the Tipani female.

Lo’ak’s head snapped and he shot him a sharp, suspicious glare. “Did Tiny say something to you?!”

“W-what? No!” He raised his hands in defence. “Bro I don’t know anything okay, I was just making conversation. No need to bite my head off.”

“Sorry,” Lo’ak mumbled, head hung low in contemplation. “I’m going to ask her to be my mate,” he admitted, sheepishly.

Neteyam stilled, ears twitching in shock, eyes growing wide.

“I don't want to wait anymore. I haven’t asked her yet. So don’t go yammering,” he grumbled. “Is it weird that I’m nervous? Tiny says I don’t have to worry, that she’ll say yes in a heartbeat but-” he rubbed his palms together and grinned, “I can’t help it. That normal?”

“Being nervous? Yeah bro it’s normal,” he said, returning his grin. “And my mate is right- hey stop with the scoffs every time I say it. I’m telling you the moment O’tley is officially yours, you're going to want to say it too. You’re going to want the world to know she’s yours. Just facts. But Enyu is right. You have nothing to worry about. O’tley is your person bro, she’s the one.” Neteyam ruffled his brother’s head, a bit rough but affectionately. “I am overjoyed for you brother. You have found your forever.”

“Hey you two!” They both turned to see Enyu heading towards them. Straightening up, he had to force his tail to rein still, but it was no use, it swung excitedly at the sight of his mate.

His mate. Shit.

They were only mated a few weeks now, and yet he still couldn’t believe it sometimes. He was truly the luckiest Na’vi in the world.

Lo’ak intercepted her before Neteyam could, tossing an arm around her shoulder. “Hey Tiny, how’s my favourite sister in law today?” He asked, enjoying his brother’s scowl.

She smiled, softly. “I’m your only sister in law, Lo’ but I’m great, thanks. How are you?”

Neteyam returned to his hunched position on the fence, ignoring them as they chatted and tried not to show his annoyance or petty jealousy. He promised Enyu he would work on his “sharing”.

He had just corrected another Na’vi’s form when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him. Enyu pressed a kiss against his bicep before nuzzling her cheek against him.

Lo’ak muttered a “Later,” then strode off, leaving the pair alone.

“You two okay?”

“Yeah. He just told me about O’tley.”

“Oh thank Eywa. I’ve been holding on to that one for so long now,” she sighed, dramatically and he chuckled, reaching down to absentmindedly play with her fingers, bringing them to his lips to kiss affectionately.

“Do you approve though?”

“Of O’tley? Yes. I honestly couldn’t think of anyone better for him. They are as you so like to say “perfect for each other”, no?” He glanced at her when she shifted to his side, zeroing on her lips for a second before turning away again. “He’s changed too I find.”

“Lo’ak?”

“Mhm. He’s still him obviously but- more…mature?”

“Oh yeah, I see it too. That’s all O’tley’s doing I suspect. She’s changed too, I find. Not as savage as when she first arrived.” They both chuckled.

His voice rose when he called out, “Segine! Your posture! How many times do you need to be corrected?!”

“Y- yes Sir. Sorry Sir,” the teenaged boy stuttered.

“Sorry baby,” he said, softly before returning to their conversation. “I’m surprised at my mother though.”

“What do you mean?”

“With O’tley I mean. You know mom, she doesn’t trust easily. Especially outsiders- which is funny considering who she mated with- but anyway, look at how long it took her to even warm up to Spider. I’m pretty sure the only reason she is so accepting of him this past year is because it’s finally registered to her how important he is to Kiri.”

Enyu laughed. “That’s so true. O’tley’s pretty difficult not to like though and if you really think about it, she reminds me a lot like you’re mother.”

“Shit you’re right, they are so similar.”

They stayed that way- her hugging him, him still fiddling with her slim fingers, both silently watching the end of the training until it was finished.

Later on they walked hand in hand together, towards the communal area, where a grand feast was being set up, chatting about this and that.

The quiet of the night was pierced by a guttural roar then a low rough grunt. Neteyam’s taut body went limp as he heaved, coming down from his high.

Heaven. Bliss. Ecstasy.

“Did I do good?” Enyu rasped hopefully, her voice sounding raw.

He let out a shaky laugh then peaked down from the arm slung across his eyes- right at his pretty little mate between his spread thighs. She was all swollen shiny lips, grinning up at him expectantly. He groaned at the sight of her when she began licking her lips and fingers with a hum- cleaning every drop possible.

“Uh-” he blinked then cleared his throat. “I think you broke me actually, so I’d say you did more than good, Flower.” She giggled. “I’m going to need a minute,” he croaked.

Her proud grin grew and a little purple blush tinted her cheeks. She sat up gingerly and wiped her hands on the edge of a blanket then got up to drink some much needed water- they’d been at it for hours.

His eyes followed her, greedily enjoying her bare form and that deep dark part inside of him screamed, Mine .

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I? I… kind of lost control a few times tonight.”

Enyu swallowed a mouthful then shook her head, blushing again. “No. I- I liked it actually. It felt good.”

He threw an arm behind his head, tilting up to see her better and smirked cockily. “Oh yeah? You mean when I got rough?”

Images of him gripping her hips and thighs bruisingly, flashed in her mind. Him, splaying her wide as he ruthlessly moved above her, leaving her spent and completely breathless before he was twisting her again in whatever position he wanted. It had taken every once of her strength to push him back against their furs, crawling downwards so that she could be in control for once- immediately silencing him with her first lick.

Her blush deepened even more and she nodded shyly, avoiding his stare. “You’ve been rough before but. That was new, different. Good, different though.” She bit her lip. “...I wouldn’t mind if you did it again.”

“Hmm.” He clicked his tongue then said, “Good to know.”

Her brows furrowed as she gulped another healthy mouthful. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” He laughed.

“Like- like that! Like you want to devour me!”

“I do want to devour you though,” he said, honestly.

“You just did! Four times ‘Teyam! I’m going to have to ask Kiri for that bruise balm again tomorrow,” she complained, rubbing at her hip. “You’re lucky I’m even standing right now.”

He sat up and used a blanket to wipe at his sweat slicked chest, then to his lower regions to rid the traces of sticky residue. He was already hard again. “I guess I’ll have to do better next time then. I mean if you could stand, I probably didn’t do it right,” he joked.

“Neteyam Sully. You are insatiable, you know that?”

“Thank you baby.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “Alright, enough you." She cleaned up as best she could. Dabbing away the mess between her legs that went running down her thighs- ignoring her ogling husband who said that, "that was his job."

“Turn over,” she ordered with a jerk of her chin when she had finished sponging at her chest and neck, drying her now clean hands.

“Yes ma’am.”

Enyu straddled him, with a slight wince, perching on his lower back as she warmed up barli oil between her palms. She gasped when she saw the deep crescent moon prints she had left all over his muscular back. Glancing back, she noticed them on his butt cheeks too.

Neteyam laid flat on his stomach, head resting on his folded arms as she began to massage his neck. Strong, nimble fingers working through the knots and kinks, slowly moving across his broad shoulders and down the expanse of his back.

As she worked, they chatted mindlessly about their day and made plans for their weekly date night.

“So something interesting happened today,” she said nervously.

“Oh yeah?” He mumbled.

“Saubru offered me her position in the school.”

“What?” He tried to try to lift up but she had rubbed at a stiff muscle which caused him to fall back with a grunt. He moaned in a mixture of mild discomfort and pleasure as she kneaded the tight spot. “Are you serious, Flower?”

“It’s insane right?”

“I mean it’s Saubru, so yeah… I didn’t believe the- ah! Shit baby, easy. I didn’t believe the rumours about her when I first heard about her retirement, and I don’t think she said anything to my dad. What- well what did you say?”

“That I’d have to think about it…but I don’t know ‘Tey.”

He frowned, not liking her tone. “Hey, hang on, stop for a second. Come here.”

She flopped next to him and he tugged her close, slotting his thigh between hers. His eyes traced her face momentarily before he kissed her furrowed brow and frowning lips, sweetly.

“What’s with the sulking? What’s making you want to say no?”

She thought for a second. “I’m already good at what I do, I’ve been a harvester for years now. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was nervous leaving the comfort of it. And this is the Saubru we’re talking about. She’s a legend. Ancient! It's a big role to fill. It’s a really big role to fill, I mean these are young minds she’s shaping. What if- what if I don’t match up?”

“Are you kidding me? Baby, you’ve been helping with the school for a long time now, she clearly sees your potential. I mean Enyu, the sheer fact that she’s a legend and she asked you- out of all the others she’s worked with, she asked you. That says something.”

The Na’vi in particular was the clan’s current oldest member. She was an educator. The best of the best, teaching littles ones- Tuk’s age and under. Teaching was Enyu’s dream job and she had gotten a taste of it when she was given the opportunity to finally tutor for her field and smaller tastes whenever the school took her up on her volunteer offers.

He kissed her forehead again and smoothed his palm up her back in comfort. “You’re amazing, you know that? And whatever decision you make, I’m proud of you either way.”

She smiled. “What do you think I should do?”

“No, this is all you. I can’t tell you what I think.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I’m thinking purely selfish thoughts. That’s why.”

There were only two thoughts in particular. One, no more Yaćksön hanging around his wife and two, no more Enyu leaving the clan to forage anymore. She’d be safe and sound at all times and he wouldn’t have to scold her anymore about leaving her group to wander off alone or for not paying attention to her surroundings.

After the war he noticed she had been avoiding the fool, his gut told him something had happened and he was right. He managed to coax the truth from her and was livid when she told him about the incident in the cave. It took everything within him not to go after Yaćksön but when his wife had firmly told him she had it settled he knew he had to leave it at that. It didn’t stop him from keeping a watchful eye out though.

She clambered onto his back again to resume her massaging. “Of course you are thinking that way,” she giggled. “Well I don’t know what I’m going to do yet but I have time. She gave me two weeks to decide. And get this, she said she’d be my tutor until the final handover and everything! Insane right?”

“That’s crazy, Flower! I’m so happy for you. Oh wait, if you say yes, Tuk is going to freak. She’ll get to see you all day.”

When Enyu eventually finished ridding him of his tension and he was completely pliable beneath her hands, she laid on top of him, pressing her chest against his back and snuggled into his neck. His eyes were closed- on the cusp of sleep.

Groggily he said, “Mm, you have magic fingers, you know that? The things you can do, oh my-”

“Tey!” She giggled. “Kiss,” she begged.

He tilted his head out from the cocoon of his arms and they kissed lazily, as if they had all the time in the world.

Neteyam smiled against her lips when she sighed in complete contentment.

“Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a little sweet Na’vi and she lived in a cave far far away all by herself but she was lonely and needed a friend. So one day she- ‘Teyam! You’re not listening to me! You have to pay attention.”

Enyu pressed her lips together to stifle her laughter at the pair, turning in the crook of her mate’s shoulder to hide her amusement before she too got scolded by the bossy little girl.

It was late at night- way past Tuk’s bedtime to be exact and they were in the middle of an unanticipated story time session. She and Neteyam were laid stretched out in their bed of soft blankets and leathers with his baby sister cuddled on top of his chest as they tried their hardest to pay serious attention to her.

“I was just resting my eyes Tuk, I promise I’m listening,” he grouched, he was not entirely happy with the way the night was playing out. He had other plans in mind. Adult themed plans.

Tuk tilted her little head, squinting as if she didn’t believe him. “Why are you so grumpy? I'm telling you a nice story.”

Neteyam puffed out his cheeks then gave his sister a genuine smile and tickled her side. “I’m grumpy because it’s late and you’re supposed to be in your own bed. We talked about this, remember?”

She glowered at him- clearly offended, before clambering off him- all bony knees and elbows poking his ribs and gut, and straight into Enyu’s arms instead. His sister then stuck out her tongue in retaliation at him when Enyu cuddled her closer.

Wiping his hands down his face in frustration he let out a low groan as Tuk continued her storytelling.

Tuk’s story- like always, was an odd mix of human and Na’vi tales, big bad wolves who huffed and puffed, Na’vis who’s noses grew if they told lies and ikrans who could fly into space.

She eventually fell asleep- dead to the world, nestled between her and Neteyam, cheek smushed against Enyu’s chest, one hand still clutching her brother’s fingers. She loved and always demanded cuddles whenever she spent the night with them. It was no use getting her to sleep in the little pallet of furs Neteyam had made specially for her.

Enyu’s eyes snapped up, locking with her husband’s tired glare, when she felt his tail caressing her thigh.

“This is becoming a problem,” he whispered.

“I think it’s sweet.”

He leaned up on the arm that wasn’t currently occupied in Tuk’s clutches and scowled at her as if she were insane.

“Sweet? Baby, this is the fourth time this week…you can’t keep saying yes and letting her have her way. What about me? I’m your mate.”

Mirth danced in her eyes at the cross expression on his face. “Ma’Tayam, are you…jealous of your baby sister?”

“Yes. She is purposely hogging you!” He hissed quietly, glancing down to make sure that Tuk was indeed deep in sleep before he continued. “She sees you all day in school now and then comes to our home and stays here all night, cuddling you!”

Enyu pressed her lips together, praying to Eywa to help her keep it together. It was always a little entertaining when her husband got like this but she couldn’t dare laugh. She had made the mistake of doing it once before and he had immediately called a family meeting to show her just how serious he was. Lo’ak and Kiri had both shot her daggers for having to sit through his entire speech about ‘boundaries’.

“This ends tonight. I’m putting a stop to it.” And with that he extracted his hand then turned his back on them, intending to sleep.

With an impatient huff he turned and leaned over once again, giving her a chase kiss on the lips and a grumpy muffled “I love you” before going back to his sulking position.

They had been having similar problems even before they were mated and Neteyam couldn't wait to finally move them out of his family's home, hoping it would solve the ‘boundaries’ issue. Since she and Neteyam had moved into their own little tent two months ago however, Tuk, who was probably more excited than the two of them combined, was their most regular visitor.

She had been inviting herself over for ‘sleepovers’ and Enyu being the sucker she was, always found it hard to say no. At first it was cute- and it still was, but the more it occurred, the more frustrated her husband got.

To put it straight…he was having a hard time sharing her but she understood, some nights she wished it were just the two of them as well.

Quite early the next morning, after breakfast was served along with a rather aggressive game of ‘I spy’, Neytiri came over to pick up Tuk.

The seven year old was quite pouty when Neteyam sat her down to gently break the news that the sleepovers could no longer be as often.

“But why?”

“Because…well, you know how Enyu and I are mates right? Well I want to be able to spend some alone time with her when I come home.”

Tuk screwed up her face as if what Neteyam said was the most absurd thing she ever heard. “But I want to spend time with her too.”

“And you can, I’m not stopping you, I’m just saying that we could maybe have less sleepovers.”

Tuk, who was sitting in Enyu’s lap, leaned back against her chest with a little huff. She hugged the older Na’vi’s arms as though Neteyam was planning on taking Enyu away right then and there.

“You’re just being selfish, ‘Teyam.”

He rubbed his forehead, “Tuk, I promise I’m not trying to be, it’s just Enyu is my wife and-”

“Well she’s my best friend! You just don’t want to share her!” Enyu hid her smile in Tuk’s hair.

“Tuktirey…mom, can you please help me out here?”

“Hmm?” Neytir paused mid chew. “Oh I could, but you’re doing so well. Think of it as practice for when you have your own little ones,” his mother said with a knowing smile. She shot Enyu a wink then, like an unbothered queen, she went back to munching on the breakfast spread Enyu had laid out. Enyu had a sneaky suspicion that the entire ordeal was quite entertaining to her mother in law.

Eventually after much back and forth, Neteyam and his sister decided to 'compromise' . Tuk was a natural negotiator and managed to bargain her way to sleepovers, six nights a month.

The moment his mother and sister left, Neteyam tied the knot to their entrance extra tight then tackled Enyu, with a mumbled “finally ”. She shrieked and laughed as he pressed her into their bed, playfully covering her with kisses on every inch of her face before finally claiming her lips.

Those kisses turned heated and hungry and her body, so responsive to everything he did, felt hot and needy, aching parts instantly begging to be touched.

Her mate kissed down her body, lapping, sucking at the column of her throat, across her collar bones, pausing to give special attention to her feather covered breasts, where his hand was already inching towards.

“Don’t you dare.” She grabbed the back of his braids, raising him so he could see how serious she was. “You keep ruining them faster than I can replace them.”

“Then stop talking and take it off already,” he ordered in that bossy tone of his that always seemed to make her brain short circuit. “Baby. I’m not going to ask you again. Time is wasting, I could have made you come by now. I have to make up for what I missed out on last night.”

She hurriedly removed it and squirmed when he feathered his lips across her nipples.

His hand had just curled around her loincloth, with every intention of ripping it away when they heard Kiri call from outside. “I’m coming in! You two better be decent and not fooling around at this hour.”

Neteyam didn’t let Enyu go though, if anything, he slipped right between her thighs, tightening his tail around one of her ankles to keep her from trying to escape.

“Tey-” She tried to protest.

“Kiri, you need to leave, now!”

They heard her snort. “Nope, I’m here to see Enyu, we have plans and O’tley is already waiting, so you better let her out or I’m coming in. I swear I’m already feeling the nausea brewing just by interacting for such a short time, you guys don’t want me barfing, right?”

He had this coming- she was doing this on purpose he knew. He had publicly chastised both her and Spider- Spider mostly, while they flirted and whispered from their seats in the back of a warrior's meeting. In his defence, the meeting was a serious matter, Kiri was not even supposed to be in attendance either. He was also the Second in Command and he had to lead by example- he could not make exceptions. His father certainly didn't.

Neteyam face planted into her chest with an agitated groan and Enyu snickered. Kiri was not bluffing, she’d really walk right in.

“What plans could you have possibly made for this ungodly hour? It’s supposed to be our day off!” He seethed, quietly, narrowing his gaze on Enyu.

She gave him a meek smile. “I’m starting back with my bow lessons. O’tley’s going to be training Kiri and I. I forgot it was today.”

He frowned and closed his eyes as if pained. “Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?”

“I’m sorr-”

“Do you feel what you are doing to me?”

He grabbed her wrist and guided her hand downward to palm at the impressive bulge under his loincloth and she gasped- automatically squeezing her fingers around him. They hadn’t done anything in almost three days. It had obviously been taking a toll on him.

“Shit,” he groaned. “Stop, that’s not helping baby.”

“Enyu!” His sister bellowed again, reminding them that she was just outside.

“For Eywa sake! Yes alright, give her a few minutes to get dressed Kiri!” He called out, but then he caged in his mate, hands on either side of her head as he whispered in a deep and dangerous tone. “You better not invite anyone over later. I will deal with you tonight, wife. I’m thinking I need to remind you of why we need alone time together.”

Her body broke out in goose pimples and she felt heat pool in her lower abdomen. He nipped her ear and pinched one of her nipples before sitting up.

When she didn’t move he held back a smile, obviously pleased with himself. “Flower. Kiri’s waiting.”

She blinked. “Huh? Oh right,” she said, sheepishly, blushing like crazy as she hurriedly got dressed.

Oh the things he made her feel. She couldn’t wait for tonight.

“We’re going to have to start packing soon. The big move is starting up.”

“We still have some time, we won’t be leaving until the last group anyway, right?” Enyu combed through the section she had just parted, then began to plait the hair, skilled, nimble fingers moving quickly.

“Well, I was actually thinking of us leaving with the first fleet, instead of going with my parents. We’d get to settle down early, explore the new lands a bit. Just the two of us… kind of like a honeymoon, maybe? You know since we never had one.”

Honeymoons were a human tradition, and when Enyu had first heard about it she jumped at the chance of her and Neteyam having one. Only they never seemed to have gotten around to it.

Her husband had been Second in Command for the past five months but he was still adjusting to the role and all the new responsibilities that came with it- it was no simple task. And only a month ago she too switched jobs. She now worked with the school, teaching the little ones- Tuk’s age and under. So the reality was that it was a bit difficult for them to just escape on a romantic getaway at a moment’s notice.

Enyu’s hands paused in Neteyam’s hair when she heard his suggestion. “Really?”

Neteyam turned to face her- his first half done braid slipping from her fingertips. Her eyes roamed over his freshly washed hair which framed his face. She loved when it was loose and flowing.

He shrugged, “I mean, it’s just a thought. The school is going to be on break until after anyway, so it won’t really affect you and-”

“Yes.”

His lips quirked. “Yes? Just like that?”

“Yes. I want to go,” she replied with an excited beam. However, it faded quickly and turned to worry as her mind whirled. “Oh Eywa! We have so much to do then. We have so much to pack and I have to make sure our new bedding is completed in time. I have laundry to do and-” she gasped, “Oh Great Mother, Tey! How could we forget, we still have to go through the hmmm-”

In true Neteyam fashion, her husband cut her off with a kiss. “Breathe, Flower,” he said, when he pulled back.

She frowned. “But you don’t under-”

Kiss.

“Tey!”

Kiss.

“Wait-”

“Enyu… baby. Don’t make me shut you up like I used to before,” he teased in a warning tone, raising his eyebrows.

That sure did it. She giggled girlishly when she remembered all those times in their friendship, how he’d shut her up by tickling her until she had tears streaming down her face, gasping for air. Now, whenever she’d go on one of her tangents he’d just kiss the heck out of her. She liked that better.

He circled her ankles in his large palms and tugged her close, resting her spread thighs over his folded ones, large hands smoothing over her soft skin. “Hi wife.”

She smiled. “Hi, husband.”

“Shit. I love hearing you say that, I don’t care if Kiri says it’s corny…Are you all calm now?”

She shrugged and reached up to tether her fingers in his loose hair, marvelling at its softness. “Mmm, not really. This hair is doing all sorts of things to me.”

His bark of laughter was like music to her ears and when he scooped her up, callused fingers kneading into the flesh of her butt cheeks as he rested her high on his abs, he said, “You’re making me blush here, Flower.”

“Well, what are you going to do about it?”

His eyes glinted dangerously and she bit the inside of her cheek to ground herself, when it caused her to shiver. Those were her magic words, lately whenever she said them, he took it personally and made it his duty to really, “show her what he was going to go about it”.

“Nothing yet.” He placed her back down- much to her disappointment, then turned his back to her once again and shook out his hair. “I’ll deal with you later tonight when we get back from the Eywa prayer.”

She scowled but moved anyway to continue sectioning his hair. “You know we have time right? How about after I’m done with your hair?” She asked, hopefully.

“Mmm, I don’t think so.”

“You’re being mean today. I don’t like it.”

“Because I’m not giving you sex?”

“Yes.”

He laughed. “Aw baby, I’m sorry…but I’m just giving you a little taste of your own medicine. You know I always give in to your demands…but just this once you get to feel how I do when you’re always inviting my sisters over or ditching me to hang out with my mother and grandmother.”

“Well I don’t like it.”

Her mate laughed again. “Well now you know how I feel.”

There’s just something about brand new, freshly washed, furs and leathers that always made Enyu happy. She loved the process of putting it all together, meticulously arranging the soft blankets and cushions then getting to lay in it after.

Which was what she was currently doing, humming cheerfully and shaking and wiggling in an odd but cute dance. Her mate shot her an amused look from his position in the middle of the tent where he was carving a beautifully intricate design onto their new family table. He loved seeing her like this. Carefree. Happy.

When she finished making the bed to her liking, she stood and looked around with a huge grin. Their new home was slowly but surely coming along quite nicely. It was much bigger than the one they had at high camp, and they had a lot more furniture too. Thankfully the move wasn’t as daunting as she’d thought and curtesy Norm, the rest of their belongings would be shipped soon.

Last week, when Neteyam had set up her cute little kitchenette she squealed and then proceeded to generously thank him for it. He and his woodwork friend had spent what little of their free time over the past few months, diligently working on making sure it was perfect. And it was. Perfect. They had quite a few things left to complete. Neteyam had on the top of his list to put in a request from the weavers, to loom them some privacy drapes. His family would be arriving to the new camp in two weeks time and he wanted to be prepared.

Enyu was loving their new location- not that she saw much of it in the past few weeks they had been there. They had thoroughly enjoyed their honeymoon. It was magical and she blushed whenever she remembered what they had done the entire time. So much for exploring the lands.

The tent was filled with a comfortable silence. Neteyam- still carving his design and she- nestled in their bed as she mended a tear in one of his loincloths.

“Teyam, do you have any single males in your unit? Handsome ones preferably.”

His chiselling stopped and his head flashed so fast in her direction that an audible crack of his neck was heard.

He frowned deeply. “Come again, baby?”

She looked up and huffed a laugh at his expression. “Not for me silly. I’m still on my mission to help F’valii find a mate, remember? Wingwomaning.”

“Oh, right,” he said, relaxing before returning to his task. “Um yeah I guess. There’s three unmated guys, A’oak, Tqeres and Bwo. No wait, not Bwo, he just started a courtship.”

“Hmm, well you know F’valii right? Do any of them seem like they’d be a good match for her?”

He glanced at her with an unsure frown and a single curled lip. “Flower, my guys are warriors, they’ve fought many battles and have nerves of steel but even I know your friend would chew them up and spit them out. F’valii is intimidating as shit.”

“No she’s not- okay fine, maybe a little but she’s got a secret soft side and she just needs someone sweet and patient and I’m running out of options. She is oddly very specific about what she's looking for.”

“What about that Avator guy, umm Steve? He’s a little older than her but he seems sweet as you say. He’s good friends with Spider.”

“Steve. Hmm. I don’t know him. I'll ask Spider to introduce me.”

She got up to put away her sewing, stopping on the way to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you ‘Tey.”

They were fighting. Enyu hated it and Neteyam hated it. But if there was anything marriage had taught them it was that it was better to get it out than keep it bottled up.

“I already said no, you’re not going without me.”

“You’re being ridiculous Neteyam! I’m going. I’ve always wanted to go and now I am. And plus I’ll be fine, it’s not like I’m going by myself, it's a big group.”

“I don’t give a crap about that because you’re not going. Like I said, it’s not safe.”

Fury blazed behind her eyes. “I’m not even going to be gone for long! Even Spider will be there. I’ll just stick with him if it will make you feel better.”

“Spider is going to be preoccupied with protecting his own mate. I know my sister, she’s a handful.”

“Fine, then I’ll stick with another warrior, like I said, it’s a big group.”

“Great Mother…woman, why do you insist on being so stubborn?”

“Net-”

“For shit’s sake, En’yuna, would you listen to me?! I’m only looking out for you here!”

“I don’t need you to, Neteyam! You can’t always protect me from everything! I hate that you feel like you have too!”

“Feel like I have too? Feel like I have too ? Baby, you are my wife! You are mine! Mine! I protect what’s mine. So if I want to protect you, I damn well will- you better get that through your pretty little head right now. And for the last goddamn time, you are not going!”

She folded her arms and looked away, hot tears staining her face, brows furrowed and lips pressed together. She thought that he was being unreasonable and was three seconds away from walking out the tent. They were getting nowhere.

Neteyam rubbed the heels of his palms into eyes and blew out a frustrated breath, trying to calm himself. He hated that she was crying, even more he hated knowing that he was the cause of her sadness. They’d been fighting for almost an hour now- since he’d gotten home to be exact, going in the same circle. Over and over. They needed to stop.

Hugging her from behind, he pressed his lips against her temple and spoke in a firm but softer tone. “Flower, please hear what I’m trying to say. I’ve been on that terrain before. It is dangerous and littered with predators. Not only that but there are land mines left behind by the RDA that we still haven’t found. I get that your friends are going to the waterfall and you want to go too…but I do not and will not trust them with your protection.”

She sniffled and remained stiff in his arms but he took it as a good sign since she didn’t try to break free from his hold.

“I promise you, I will take you myself the moment I get the chance too, and they are more than free to come along if they so choose. But you are not going, not without me. I’m sorry baby, but I won’t allow it. Please don’t try and fight me on this anymore.”

“Fine,” she said relenting, wiping her tears away. “I’m still mad at you right now though. So I’m going to go for a walk.”

“Baby-”

“I’ll see you in an hour,” she said, cutting him off, breaking free of his hold and walking off without a glance.

Neteyam hated watching her walk away but he knew he would only make things worse by stopping her.

Some of her ex-roommates, their friends and a few other Na’vis had planned a grand trip to visit the Great Indomi Waterfall. Enyu had always wanted to go and had happily told him the news as soon as he came home. Only he had all but told her a big fat NO, thus ensuing their argument.

With a frustrated groan, he threw himself onto their sheets and closed his eyes. A headache was brewing.

They didn’t fight very often, so this was rare for him. Thinking over their argument, he knew he could have handled it better. He should have. Blinded by his need to protect her, he was too harsh. He felt a pang in his chest, instant regret bloomed. Guilt. Neteyam also felt as if something was missing. He missed her already.

And so he laid there, mentally counting down the hour. If she wasn’t back when time was up he was going after her.

Around the forty minute mark, he got up and removed his warrior garb. He straightened their bed as best he could to how she usually liked it then peaked at the meal she had prepared for them.

Shit . He’d gone and ruined their special night. It was supposed to be date night.

“Hey.” His heart leapt. She was back.

“Flower…I am so sor-”

“Wait.” When she came closer, his heart broke a little more. She wasn’t crying but eyes were red rimmed and puffy.

“Can you just hug me please?”

He rushed forward immediately to wrap her up and she melted into his embrace, hiding her face in his chest, centring herself with his scent. Like they had done many times over the years, they swayed back and forth basking in each other’s comfort.

They were going to be okay. After all, they had each other for the rest of their lives.

I honestly had so much fun writing these moments.

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At War or In Love?

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairings: Haechan x Reader.

Theme: fluff, crack, hurt, comfort, angst, enemies to lovers, collegeau.

Characters: Donghyuck, Jeno, Mark, Taeyong, Ten, Renjun, Jaemin, Jisung «mentioned» Chenle.

Words Count: 2.5k

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Donghyuck knew he was a cheerful boy. His cheerfulness was given to him by his mother who he lived with for the first five years of his life. He couldn't remember her face but he did remember her smile and bubbly attitude and it stuck with him even after he was seperated from her to live with the Lee's. To live with his father.

He's always been social and good with people so he couldn't understand why Mrs.Lee hated him so much. Nor could he understand why his brothers who he was so excited to meet never spoke to him, so he had simply assumed that talking inside the Lee house was forbidden. He barely remembers his early childhood, just glimpses of memories passed through his head. Memories like Mrs.Lee's glares and awful words, memories of yelling and crying but he wasn't sure where the crying was coming from, memories of being stuck with an awful Maths teacher who really didn't like him.

But those were just distant memories because the memories that stuck with him were sitting at the dinner table and eating with his brother's, his elder brothers taking care of him and pampering him, Marks red face when he would annoy the boy who no matter how mad he was would never push Donghyuck away.

He remembers growing up protected by Taeyong, Ten, Mark and Jeno from his awful step mother. She was the only person Donghyuck ever despised, he remembers how she was drunk and angry one day and she grabbed him by his arm and yelled at him, told him he wasn't supposed to exist, wasn't supposed to be loved. But she was also told him something that broke his eight year old self, she told him his birth mother had died.

He remembers crying into Tens arms bitterly and all of his brothers joining him, huddling together on Tens small bed to console him. That night when he had fallen asleep in his brothers arms he dreamt of his mother, his mother who smiled at him and told him he was loved and that he was ment to love and to always be happy and cheerful. And so he believed her.

He lived his life quite happily, shielded from his parents by his brothers, which he would grow up to appreciate.

He was cheerful and friendly and loving and got along with everyone. So he couldn't for the life of him understand why you made his blood boil so much.

"Y/n you're messing it up!" He yelled, frustrated but you only ignored him poking you tongue out from the side of your mouth as you concentrated on lining the border of your assignment with decorative tape.

"Do you think we're still in kindergarten?" He mocked you and without wavering your attention from the task at hand you spoke, "If we were in kindergarten I would be at peace and you wouldn't be here." And that angered him even more.

"Why did you follow me to uni" he grumbled under his breath sitting down next to you.

"Please you followed me here" you scoffed, handing over the assignment to him.

"Why did you even waste time decorating the first page of the script. It doesn't make sense and doesn't even add to our marks"

"One. It makes our script original-" "but isn't the story in it origna-" "TWO. It looks cute" you said with a grin plastered on your face and he looked at you and wondered how anyone could be so irritability adorable.

"Well if you're only going to stare at me weirdly I'm leaving" and you were gone before he even got a chance to say anything. Haechan sighed, looking at the cutely decorated cover page to the script the two of you worked on together. You really were stupid.

Before he knew it he found himself at lunch seated in between Mark and Renjun.

"Ugh I swear if this one doesn't turn our right I'm quitting" Renjun grumbled to no one in particular as he continued to work on his art assignment. Haechan sighed feeding the busy boy a sandwich and Mark rolled his eyes.

"What are you losers upto" Jeno asked, approaching the table with Jisung trailing behind him.

"I'm still in shock you're studying music and dance" Mark said taking a bite of his food.

"He says that everytime" Jisung rolled his eyes as he sat down.

"At the pace at which Jeno was going at I'm pretty sure Mark expected him to get into crime" A voice spoke and all the boys looked up to be greeted by a smiling Jaemin.

"Aren't you supposed to be on my side?" Jeno asked Jaemin with a pout and the other just laughed handing him a bottle of water.

"Please I love Mark more" the grinning boy said and Jeno being his dramatic self visibly deflated.

"Calm down there casanova Marks already got someone" Renjun said, eyes still on his painting.

"Where's Chenle?" Haechan then asked. "He's still stuck in the practice room, said his partner is being annoying" Jisung answered after he realised no one else was going to.

"Pft I know a thing or to about annoying partners" Haechan scoffed and everyone at the table sighed.

"Here we go again" Jisung said rolling his eyes and digging into his food.

"Again?"

"Oh please Haechan this happens everytime it's either y/n this or y/n that. You're obsessed" Renjun said banging his paint brush onto the table.

"What! That's not true" Haechan started to get defensive.

"Please the amount of tension between the two of you is crazy! Like just date already" Jeno laughed and now Donghyuck was very embarrassed.

"You're single ass should date first you've still not dated anyone after-" Donghyuck stopped himself immediately realising the words coming out of his mouth.

"That's my fault isn't it" Mark frowned.

"No!" Jeno said and then glared in Donghyucks direction, "No. I gave you my blessings it's okay I had to get over our relationship and I'm so happy for the two of you right now" Jeno said quickly and Mark frowned.

"But what if you had a chance.."

"Mark Lee you foolish fool if Jeno said he had no problem and literally encouraged you to date his ex then don't question it. Plus he's giving his all to music right now" Jaemin said patting Marks back.

"Hate to say this but Jaemins right, like Jeno could have easily killed you in his sleep of he had a prblem with you, we live in the same house remember?" Haechan added grinning and everyone faceplamed.

"Anyway moving on I've got a buisness class right now I'm going to run" Jaemin said getting up and leaving and Renjun jumped up cheering.

"Geez I didn't know you hate Jaemin hyung" Jisung the ever sassy said and Renjun looked at him confused before realisation dawned on him "Ahhh no I'm done with my drawing and I need to run too" Renjun said eyes widening as he noticed the time, grabbing his stuff and running off. They watched with a laugh how Renjun who was usually calm and graceful tripped as he ran out.

"Wait when did Jisung even leave?" Mark asked pointing to the empty seat. "Ungreatful brat" was muttered by Jeno.

"Are you guys secretly hanging out with y/n and lermimg disappearing trick from them?" Haechan asked and Mark and Jeno just gave him a look. "what?"

"Y/n again? I'm telling you you're obsessed" Jeno chuckled and Haechan chocked on his spit as he quickly got up and hurried away from his brothers teasing.

He was on his way to his locker when he spotted you laughing rather fakely to something a very attractive boy was saying. You laugh was a pitch higher than normal and Haechan almost snorted loudly. Almost. And you were most definitely flirting with that guy.

He approached you with a smile from behind, tapping your back and watching with utmost pleasure when you frowned.

"Is that a new laugh y/n weren't you snorting like a pig just today morning" he asked with a cheeky grin and you frowned.

"Shut up and leave" you said throught gritted teeth trying your best to keep calm.

"Oh c'mon I was just kidding" Haechan smiled and was about to wrap his arms around your shoulder when the boy you were talking to stopped him. He glared at the hand stopping his.

"I don't know who you are but you're making y/n uncomfortable so you got to leave" the boy said pushing Haechans hand away and grabbing onto your hand and pulling you away from Haechan.

Haechan stood there shocked at the boys actions for a second before snapping and pulling you back with so much force you fell onto his chest.

He glared daggers at the boy, his eyes threatening him. "Y/n and I have known eachother all I lives and now we've got a project to work on so don't suddenly interfere in the life of someone you know nothing about." Haechan said coldly, venom hidden behind each word of his and he dragged you away.

He was fuming, not realising where he was going until he was at the garden with you.

"Can you believe the nerve of that guy?" He scoffed but you didn't say anything head hung low. He immediately took notice of that.

"Y/n what's wrong?" He asked worried and thats when you looked up at him, eyes tired. "This has to stop" you pleaded and he didn't understand what you were saying.

"You did this back in school too. You were awful to me and hated me but the moment I was with someone other than you you'd make a big deal out of it and end up fighting with that person" you said said, voice breaking and tears glistening your eyes. Haechan was about to defend himself when you spoke again. "I'm so tired of whatever crap you're pulling Haechan, you were always sending me mixed signals in school and I let you take me for a ride but not again. I liked you but hated you. You made me angry but so happy. You pushed me away only to pull me back and I'm sick of it" the tears now made their way down you face as you cried and Haechan stood there feeling so guilty for making you cry.

"Y/n I'm so sorry I didn't mean to.."

"Of course you didn't mean to" a dry laugh escaped your lips, "but tell me, did you ever like me? Was this just entertainment for you? For when you were bored?" You asked with spite.

And suddenly everytime someone hinted at his weird obsession with you came back to him, "Look I don't hate you... Atleast I think I don't. Not that much I-" You scoffed cutting him off.

"It's either you like me or you don't stop playing with my heart this isn't funny" you said rather calmly but the anger visible in your eyes.

"I don't know...I don't think so" he could hear your heart break and somehow he felt like maybe, he was wrong.

"Then leave please leave" you said agressively wiping away the fresh tears falling down your face. He tried to comfort you but you raised you hand stopping him.

He sighed in defeat and began to walk away, head hung low. He felt bad for making you cry and wanted to see you smile. Just then the thought of you crying in that pretty boys arms crossed his mind and he felt and awful feelin at the pit of his stomach. Jealousy. He was jealous, he wanted to make you happy and he wanted to hold you as you cried, he didn't want you to look at other people lovingly, and he hated the thought of you kissing someone else so he immediately turned to you and grabbing you by your shoulders.

"Look y/n I want to believe I hate you but at the same time I hate when it's not me that makes you happy because I love making you smile, I love making you laugh, I love annoying you." He said eyes serious as you blankly stared at him.

"All I know is whatever is going on in my head, you're at the center of it and you're the only one that can help me figure out what my fixation with you is."

"That's stupid." you mumbled, looking away from his intense gaze and he smiled.

"Nothing's stupid in love and war y/n and right now I don't know if I'm at war with you" he paused and you looked up at him and he smiled at you fondly, "or in love with you."

You looked at him awe struck and he couldn't help but chuckle at how cute you looked, with eyes still shining from all the tears and your face flushed.

"Will you help me figure which one it is?" He asked, his tone hopeful and you thought for a while and nodded as he grinned happily. And you smiled.

"This might just be my own downfall" you started with a frown and then a very small smile made its way to your face, "But atleast then I'll know more than I know now."

Bonus:

"This is stupid he's in love with you" Jeno said with a frown and Haechan pouted as he watched you laugh.

"Ah y/n run away while you can, our hyucks really stupid to even think he hates you" Mark added and if you weren't holding his hand right now Haechan would have punched his brother.

"Oh so this is the infamous y/n" Ten said walking into the room with a smirk on his face and Haechan silently cried inside.

"We really need to leave" he said but you were at your antics again and said "no we don't we have plenty of time don't we" he swears he hates you but at the same time it was impossible to hate you when you smiled at him like that.

"Ohhh is this y/n Donhyuck?" Came his eldest brothers voice and this time Haechan did cry.

"Oh c'mon don't pretend to cry you love me"Taeyong said patting his back and you chuckled.

"No I love Mark" Haechan said glaring at the eldest who only chuckled, "What's with everyone's fixation on Mark?" Jeno asked and Ten rolled his eyes "You just don't see how adorable our Markie is because your Taeyongs pet"

"Hyuck this is your fault the name stuck!" Mark growled and you stood there watching the brothers argue with eachother, amused at their antics.

"Ahh this is what you'll be getting into if you associate with this family" A voice said behind you and you turned around to meet the person who was your senior in high school and the one that stole Tens heart.

"Wouldn't I be lucky if that was the case?" You asked but another voice spoke "Try being stuck babysitting five grown men" you turned to see the person you recognised as Marks partner.

"I will hit you!" Haechan yelled charging at Mark who had run behind Ten who was yelling at Taeyong for help who who was being held down by a sulky Jeno.

You shared a look with the two people beside you as the three of you broke out in laughter.

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