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strongheartneteyam · 4 months

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A New Beginning.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader/female!avatar!reader

cw: lots of fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, slightly sexual language, kissing, hugging, tsaheylu is mentioned, TRIGGER WARNING for brief talk of death (of Reader's human body), Jake and Neytiri being the best in-laws ever

@anika-rose-walker Here's your request after ages lol I'm so sorry, boo 😅

I changed the plot from what you asked a little bit (Neteyam and Reader are already together, instead of confessing to each other throughout the story) bc I had already written the beginning of it when I went back and read the rest of your request lol I hope you don't mind. I love you sm and I hope you like it, my lovely Kayla 💕

PS: in this story, going through a transference of consciousness from a human body to an Avatar is not as dangerous as it used to be because it has been done many times before. I have no idea if it makes sense but pls just go with it for the sake of it being easier to write 🥲 my wrist hurts so bad

na'vi words: tsaheylu (neural bond that the na'vi make with their mate), yawne (beloved), yawntu (loved one), paskalin (sweet berry), muntxate (female mate), muntxatan (male mate), oeyä (my, mine), sevin (pretty), tawtute (human)

Not proofread. Sorry if some parts are a bit off but I can't fix it rn lol

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The suns of Pandora were shining bright in the sky that day but nothing was brighter than your smile. You were overcome with happiness as what you had been anticipating for so long was finally gonna happen: you were getting your own Avatar, a body that would let you experience Pandora without that damn oxygen mask that held you back, not letting you breathe the fresh air and worse, not letting you kiss your na'vi boyfriend Neteyam unless you two were inside the lab. You were the daughter of one of the best scientists of the laboratory so you always spent a lot of your time there, but Neteyam was a busy young man and he couldn't visit you at the lab everyday which sucked. You were so addicted to him that spending even a single day without feeling his plump blue lips on yours, his soft and wet tongue lapping and sucking on your tongue felt like a kick in the stomach. You truly felt lovesick whenever it happened. Talk about a strong love and being needy for someone.

You were walking through the Omatikaya mainland, where all the people's huts were, and looking for your boyfriend. You hadn't told him you were gonna get an Avatar. You wanted it to be a surprise. Your brain could not comprehend that you would finally be able to make tsaheylu with Neteyam. Tsaheylu, man! Imagining being able to feel his affection for you through the bond, his need and desire, feel the pleasure he was feeling as the two of you mate… that felt otherworldly and so incredibly exciting. It's a connection beyond what your human brain could comprehend, honestly. Only your na'vi brain would be able to fully understand it.

Neteyam ended up finding you before you could find him. There was a sea of tall blue aliens around.

“Sevin tawtute!” He called out to you loudly, his voice excited

When your ears heard that beautiful voice and your eyes saw his large figure, you ran to his arms and held him tight, your head only reaching his waist, so much taller he was than your human frame. You wondered the height difference you two would have once you were Dreamwalking.

“Oooh! I'm glad you're this happy to see me, muntxate!” Neteyam put his big hands on your head and pet your hair softly.

“Teyam, I got something wonderful to tell you!” You looked at him, as happy as a kid who just got a gift they'd been waiting for ages to get

Neteyam got down on his knees to cut your height difference almost in half.

“What is it?” He smiled, his fangs charmingly touching his lower lip

“My father just told me earlier today that my Avatar is ready.” Your eyes shone like stars in a dark night sky

“Your what?!” His striped blue face betrayed his surprise

Neteyam's heart started beating fast. Was his yawne truly telling you what he thought she was?

“Are you serious, princess? Why didn't you tell me about it? My Eywa…” he chuckled, still incredulous

“I wanted it to be a surprise! I wanted to see this beautiful surprised look on your face, muntxatan.” You look so cute. I love you so much.” Your eyes started to water

Neteyam smiled even wider. He took your oxygen mask off and quickly used both his large hands to grab your face and crushed his lips against yours, before putting it back on again.

❦︎

You opened your eyes and your vision seemed to be better as you tried to get used to the bright white artificial lights of the Avatar first testing room in the lab.

“How are you feeling, (y/n)?” Your hearing was surely much sharper as you heard those words coming from a nurse's lips in a much louder volume than you would in your human body.

You moved your fingers and raised your hands up next to your face so you could look at them. Your fingers were blue and your wrist had some bioluminescent freckles on it. God, your skin looked much more beautiful now than it did in your human body. You were afraid you were already liking this body much more than your original one.

Your focus was so much on your new experience in your Avatar that you forgot to answer Julia's - the nurse - question.

“Can you hear me, (y/n)?” You got out of your trance and finally looked at her

“Yes. Yes, I can! Really well, by the way.” You smiled at her. Your fangs touching your lip was a new sensation, a really cool one.

After the scientists and nurses ran some tests with you on your new Avatar, you finally were able to change from your hospital like clothes and went out of that cold room wearing some dark jeans shorts and a simple white sleeveless shirt made of a cotton like material.

You saw Neteyam sitting in one of the brown sofas in the next room. His beautiful face looked tense.

All his tension faded away as soon as he saw you. His pretty yellow eyes shone as he took your appearance in. Neteyam didn't think he could ever fall even deeper in love with you but that had just happened.

“Oeyä muntxate… you look breathtaking. Oeyä sevin yawne…” he walked slowly towards you, still enchanted by the sight of your Avatar body

Neteyam held you by your waist, bring you close to him and gave you the most tender of kisses. You kissed him back, your lips almost trembling with happiness and affection. Neteyam tasted your mouth, his tongue licking not only your tongue but your fangs too, exploring your new na'vi body. He loved how similar you were to him now just as much as he loved the differences between the both of you when you were in your human form.

❦︎

Some weeks passed and you had never been more happy. A short period of time lived being able to Dreamwalk and kiss Neteyam in the woods, on the Sully's hut and in any other place you wished to brought you much more joy than all the years you lived before.

You and Neteyam were standing in front of the lab. You two were about to say goodbye and you would wake up in your human body. But there was a feeling inside of you that you had been haunted by for some time now and it was getting harder and harder to fight it. You finally spilled it out.

“I think I wanna leave my human life behind and become one of the people. If they will have me. If you will have me…” somehow you felt insecure, as if you forgot how happy Neteyam got whenever you were by his side

Surprise was all over his face.

“Are you sure of what you're saying?”

“Yes, I am. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I know it seems sudden… I'm tired of being human… I'd much rather be your mate and learn archery, learn to cook na'vi recipes, worship Eywa, participate in the sacred rituals, run free in the woods instead of worrying about human social rules, live among artificial lights, eat junk food - don't get me wrong, you know I love some good hamburgers” Neteyam laughed at your remark “but fresh hunted meat, seasoned with herbs and wild spices tastes much better. Also…” You looked into his large feline eyes “I wanna spend more time with you, I wanna live in our own hut… I wanna be always by your side, my Teyam. I hope you don't find me too needy.”

“Of course not, yawntu. The more you need me, the better ‘cause I need you too. So much.”

He stole a happy smile from you with those words.

“And, yawne… How could you ever doubt if I will have you be na'vi and always be with me, live in our own hut? Darling, that's all I've ever wanted. Only Eywa knows how many nights I've talked to her, wishing that it could happen one day.” His voice was full of heartfelt truth

You breathed out, relieved.

“We can talk to my dad about it. He's been through it himself before, I'm sure he can be of great help.”

You nodded and smiled “Okay.”

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After Neteyam took you to talk to the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya tribe, his dad Jake, his tired face lit up and he smiled, showing no teeth or fangs at first.

“You sure of it, kid? It's a big deal. Your human body is gonna die and that can be really traumatizing to your head.

“I know, Mr Sully. I've thought about that. I can deal with it if it means getting to live as one of the people forever.” You said sternly

“You're also gonna make a big commitment by becoming na'vi. You're gonna have to learn to be use weapons, to haunt, to be fearless. You're gonna have to prove yourself worthy and go through your Ikinimaya before being truly considered one of the people. Are you up for it?” He looked like a mix of a father giving some life lessons to his kids, like a military chief of some kind and like a fierce leader. All three were indeed a part of him.

“Yes. I will do my best to prove myself worthy of becoming na'vi.”

Neteyam watched the two of you, some tension inside of him, as he felt like maybe his father was being too harsh on you, but he also knew he was doing what he had to as the Olo'eyktan and as someone who had once made the same decision you were making now and knew very well what he was talking about.

“Then you have all my support!” Jake finally smiled wide and opened his arms towards you “give me a hug, kid.”

You gladly walked until you got to where he was squatting - not that far from where you were sitting cross legged before - and hugged your father-in-law.

Neteyam smiled too.

“Thank you, Dad.”

When it came the time to talk to Neytiri, things went smoother than you had imagined. It seemed like a dream, in all honesty.

“You do whatever your heart tells you to do, paskalin.” Neytiri smiled at you “I believe Eywa herself chooses every human who decides to become one of the people. How could you say “no” to a request coming from the Great Mother?”

Your brain could not come up with words to describe how happy and relieved those words coming from your mother-in-law made you.

❦︎

Talking to your dad broke your heart a little. Your mother had died and you were his only family now.

“I just don't wanna lose my little girl.” Your dad was now sniffing. You felt bad as you never saw him cry.

“I'm not leaving you, Dad! I'm gonna visit you all the time! You're always gonna be my Dad. And you can always visit me when you have some free time, too.” You tried to comfort him by holding his hand as the both of you sit in your bed, in your bedroom

“I know. It's just not gonna be the same. And I'm gonna miss your beautiful human body. I'm gonna miss the girl I've raised since she was a little child.” You felt a stab in your heart. You honestly had not thought how much of a shock it would be to your dad to see your human body die. You felt a little selfish.

“She's still gonna be here.” You touched the place where your heart was, inside your chest “My soul will not change. I'm still gonna be me.” You looked into his eyes, trying to convince him of that

“I know. I just want you to be happy and if that's how you're gonna find your true happiness, I'd never try to be on your away.”

“Thank you, dad. I love you.” You hugged him and he felt a little better

You eventually broke the hug.

“I want you to come to my transferring of consciousness ceremony. Can you try and find some time on your busy scientist schedule to come and see your daughter wake up in her new body?”

“I wouldn't miss it for the world!” He gave you a supportive smile

The next step would be your transferring of consciousness ceremony. Mo'at seemed utterly happy to perform it. She wasn't that affectionate but you could read her feelings in her big amber eyes.

That night you slept in peace, knowing that the next time you would go to sleep again, you would be in your then permanent na'vi body and inside Neteyam's arms, your mate, the love of your life, probably making tsaheylu, as connected as you two could ever be. As one.

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loveforneteyam · 1 year

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Hello! I would like to request for Neteyam x reader angst-to-fluff headcanons for how he would react if his s/o flinched during an argument, please and thank you!

❝flinch❞ ( neteyam suli )

summary: even in the heat of an argument, neteyam wouldn't dare to hurt you, so it breaks his heart when you think otherwise. pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!reader wordcount: 782 contains: some angst! fighting/arguments, neteyam's kinda mean note: my first request and first fic! this idea is so good!this is so perfect for our favorite boy. i'm not the best at headcanons, i hope this is good...thank you for your request!

ma syulang : my flower ma txe'lan : my heart

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You and Neteyam don't easily argue. Every relationship has a few up's and down's, but you have always been able to calmly work through it. You know just how to calm him down if he's ever stressed or flustered with his duties as the future olo'eyktan, and he knows just how to soothe your nerves.

So when you have your first real, emotional argument, it's completely unexpected.

Neteyam had an exhausting day that consisted of keeping Lo'ak in check, making sure that Tuk wasn't running off into the forest again, and following any other orders that his father gave. Most of the time, Neteyam could compose himself until he'd join you in bed at night and you would hold him through whatever was bothering him.

However, this particular night, Neteyam returned to your shared tent in silence. You could see the frustration in his eyes, so you immediately ran to console him. "What is wrong, ma 'Teyam?"

"Nothing, ma syulang." He was lying and you could tell. He practically threw his bow onto its stand. You rested your hands on his shoulders. "Please, it has been a long day."

"Let me help you," you cooed, pulling him to a seat. He sat down and you began to pluck the colorful feathers from his braids. You'd collected newer, cleaner ones earlier that day. "Is it your father?"

"It is not just him, (y/n)," he sounded annoyed with you and you couldn't tell why. What had you done to bother him in the few minutes he'd been home? "I just want to go to sleep."

You pressed a kiss to his temple. "I found new feathers today, ma txe'lan. Let me remove these and then we may rest."

He huffed out a harsh sigh that felt like a cut in your heart. Your hands stopped their movements; your eyes softened. "Neteyam...have I done something wrong?"

The only thing that was wrong was that Neteyam felt like all of his responsibilities during the day were piling up on top of him. Although he loved to spend time with you more than anything else, it felt suffocating to be insistently questioned when all he wanted was to fall asleep with you in his arms.

Unfortunately, he didn't communicate it that way. "Ma (y/n)," his voice was unusually deep and agitated. "I want to be left alone."

Alone? This was completely foreign to you. Neteyam had never wanted to be alone before. "What did I do?" Your voice almost cracked as tears collected in your eyes.

"You have been irritating me this whole time!" He shot up from his seat, causing you to stumble onto your bottom, knocking over the small bowl of feathers that you collected. "When I come home, I just want to spend time with you...I do not want to be bothered!"

Neteyam had never raised his voice at you like this. When he turned towards you, you closed your eyes and flinched your head to the side. His heart broke.

It was silent for a few moments. Your eyes remained shut until you noticed that Neteyam could barely breathe. When you looked to him, his lips parted with small, panicked breaths. "Ma syulang..." he began, falling to his knees and moving closer to you.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, trying to ignore the tears that were now evidently running down your cheeks.

He shook his head while you tried to hurriedly collect the feathers in the bowl again. "Oh, (y/n)," his hand gently grabbed yours. You would not meet his eyes. "I would never hurt you. I am sorry."

"'S alright, Neteyam."

Neteyam pulled you to him and cupped your face with his hand, gently rubbing the tears away. "You've done nothing wrong. I should never raise my voice like that with you, I'm so sorry, ma (y/n)." You leaned into his hand and wrapped your arms around him to pull him closer to your frame. He embraced you, holding your head to his chest. "Please, don't cry, I would never hurt you. I'm so sorry, can you ever forgive me?"

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loaksbitch · 1 year

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now this time, neteyam holding back from fucking you stupid but you’re too snarky and it ends up him really fucking you stupid? of course. — i want to cry bcs i love him ):

warnings : obviously smut, making love to slight rough fucking, multi-tasker neteyam, p in v, p penetration, pecks and kisses, teyam is puthy whipped, breeding kink if you squint, suggestive fluff moment in the end.

“you’re holding back.”

of course he is. neteyam is trying to stop himself from completely fucking you open and you telling him this was clearly not helping at all.

his face was damp, brows knit and braids with prettiest beads swaying when he fucked himself in you. neteyam tries to focus on not cumming before you, wanting to chase your release before his. “shh,” he hushes you, too afraid he won’t be able to make it with your broken voice, “need you to be quiet fr'me right now.”

but you were just far from quiet. he knows you love to tease him, be a little minx sometimes that he just can’t help but enjoy.

“you confuted yourself, teyam,” you breathily say.

your mate just groans, balancing himself on top of you by trapping your head with his hefty arms. “you think so?” he rolls his hips into you and you press your head back to the pillowy material below you.

“hm,” he hears you hum. “you said you were gonna fuck me stupid.” you remind him and feel your heart tighten when he chuckles. “and now you’re just making love to me.” he knows you like it rough, he just wanted to get a grip over himself.

“can’t i do both?” he distracts you, one hand sliding to your curves before he caresses your freckle painted hips.

“i don’t know, can you?” you smile, eyes fluttered shut when his cock propelled into your saturated cunt. neteyam swallows his spit, slightly feeling his ego bruising. he’s a perfect mate for a reason.

“y’know if you just want me to fuck you dump…” your breath quickens when neteyam sat on his heels. this is it, this is what you wanted and your inside coils just thinking of him ruining you. “what?” you sigh, chest heaving with adrenaline.

“you could’ve just said,” his every move was calculated. neteyam pushes your legs further apart and spreads you open, exposing your slick nectar. “‘want you to fuck me stupid, nete.’” your breath got stuck when he looked straight to your eyes, his being dark yet amber-like glowing under the eclipse.

that’s when you knew the man who was trying not to get ahead of himself was gone. completely gone.

neteyam pulls you rough to meet his thrust, plunged deep in you just to be drawing back out of your cunt. your mewl is high pitched, causing his ears to shift angels and flatten. “fuck.” he howls, feeling your warm walls clamping against his angry head.

your mouth flew open, shockwave washing over you. the pleasure he was giving traveled all over your skin that you felt you’re drunk to the brim. the man above you just drilled into you, the feeling of your nails digging into his wrist that were pressing you down to the mattress.

you didn’t notice how close he leaned until a soft kiss was placed on your cheek. “is this what you wanted?” he lifts your hips up which helps him sink deeper. “c’mon princess, this is what you want? me to fuck yo– fucking h...” he can feel you, he feels you. neteyam feels you and it feels so good.

you’re confident with your snarky responses and he found it hot. neteyam found everything hot about you but now you’re completely mushed up with his dick drilling into you and he knows you’re not satisfied yet.

“you’re not happy.” he tells you, it was obvious he had that cocky grin on his face. “want me to go faster, baby?” and he watches you nod, desperate and needy.

neteyam nodded, clicking his tongue before he sat up on his heels again. if you want it harder, then he will fuck you harder. you’re out of breath when he brought one of your legs by his waist while the other got pushed up to your chest.

“wait, net—!” you can’t even say a word when he hammers into you like an animal, full spread and energy filled. “like this?” neteyam tilts his head to the side, observing your twisted face.

“you want it like this?” he groaned, still pounding.

“yes.” you keened, “like that.” a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. “just like that.” you huffed.

you know you’re getting louder and so you bring your hand to cover your mouth, blocking the choked moan you’re voicing out. “no, don’t do that.” you feel a large hand pulling your hand from your face and greeted with a glare. “don’t cover yourself from me.”

your inside felt like it was burning, peak reaching and cool about to snap. you shake your head, eyes fluttering open to give your mate a pleading gaze. “you. are. cumming.” he mouths you, as if he's demanding for your release.

he tilted your pelvis one more and you knew it was over. you saw stars, your back arching from the mattress until the coil in you snapped causing your heat to spasm on neteyam’s.

left hand pulling on the bed sheet while the other slightly pushed neteyam by his pubic bone.

“don’t push me and take it, you wanted me to fuck you stupid remember?” you bring your head up, giving him a glare but his face said that only he did not care but he was proud of it too. his braids lying on his shoulder gracefully.

neteyam didn’t take much time either, eyes trained on the bouncing of your swelled tits. he was hooded and wanted to get to the finish line and so you helped him. “don’t hold back.” your voice was muffled at first.

“nete’” you purr at him, “don’t hold back.” you repeat and watch his pupil blowing wider. “you want me to cum?” he softly keens and you don’t hesitate when you nod, “please.” you practically beg and watch your man curse under his breath.

his long steady rolls were now deeper, casting your gummy walls and edging himself further. “in you?” he leans to nudge your nose, he wants to know if you’re comfortable with him doing that and his chest flicks with a tint of happiness when you nod, claiming you want all of him in you.

eventually everything came to an end; you moaning his name and accepting the torment he was giving you. his breath was ecstatic and shorter. “kiss me.” he says and you fulfill his wish, taking his lips in yours.

and it was hot. his load was heavy and warm when he painted your walls inside. fucking every drop of his seeds into you.

neteyam’s nose flared, calming himself with deep breaths as he braced himself on top of you. the sudden voice of yours pulls him back to reality.

“i won.” you giggle, fingers reading imaginary lines on his skin. “won what?” he was slightly confused at first. “i won with making you cum.” you say and he laughs, neteyam laughs.

“princess, i made you come first and you think you’re the one who won?” you were quick to defend yourself, you loved these types of post-sex arguments— which of course was not serious —. “but i still made yo—“ he pecks your lips, cutting you off.

“yeah and i never said i was holding back.” you stifle a laugh when he peepers kisses all over your face. “shut up!” your shoulder slacked in defeat but neteyam only laughed between kisses.

this were the moment you always wish eywa would never take away from you.

i liked this one! and you? — like + reblogs are appreciated! i love each and every one of you sm! mwah **

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lovemyavatar · 1 year

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Songbird

Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

based on this request

Warnings: angst, fluff

A rough sigh falls from Neteyam’s lips, shoulders tense as he stomps through Home Tree.

His hands clench into fists at his sides, anger tightening his chest. He seeks you out before he even realizes what he’s doing, ears twitching as he listens for the soothing melody of your voice.

He finds you within minutes, sitting near the tree line by yourself. It’s how you prefer to be, isolated among the dense forest, humming quietly for only your ears to hear.

You are always making noise. Whether it’s the murmur of a song under your breath, or the soft rumble of a tune in your chest, there isn’t a time Neteyam can remember where you were silent. You always seem to be in your own world, big eyes faraway as you release the most beautiful sounds.

“Songbird.” The greeting comes out much harsher than he intended, but he’s still wound painfully tight from an argument with his father.

You jump, spine straightening at the unexpected voice. Your eyes widen as they flit over his tense frame, curious gaze finally catching his after an agonizing few seconds.

“Neteyam?” Your cheeks warm at the nickname he’d given you as children.

At first, you were a bit offended, being compared to a bird, but after much reassurance from him, you understood that it was just his adolescent brain’s way of saying he likes the way you sing.

He lets out a long breath, slowly folding into a seated position beside you. Without hesitation, you move the weaving supplies that previously covered your lap, setting them to the side. He doesn’t stop, fluidly laying his head down across your thighs.

It’s a practiced motion, a familiar position the two of you often find yourselves in. You know exactly what he needs, without him speaking a word. As he settles into your lap, shifting a bit to get comfortable, you begin humming his favorite melody.

His eyes flutter closed, shoulders instantly dropping in relief. Your voice washes over him, soothing his worries, his anger, within seconds. One of your hands moves to his hairline, fingertips drawing a gentle path down his temple.

You repeat the motion, soft touch trailing across his forehead, down his nose, over his cheeks. Even his lips, always pursed so tightly, relax and part beneath your warm caress.

This is how things are between you.

When Neteyam feels overwhelmed, burdened by the responsibility that’s been thrust upon him since birth, he runs to you. He can’t place when it first happened, when he first realized that you’re the key to keeping him calm. Keeping him sane.

But now that you’re his personal music box, he knows he can never go back. He’s reliant on it—on you. He needs the soothing sound of your voice to calm down after fights with his dad and Lo’ak, or hard missions. Hell, most of the time, he can’t even sleep without at least a quick song.

And you—his quiet, sweet girl—have never passed judgement. Never said a single word in opposition when he pulls you from duties, or friends, or even family. You simply send him a heart-stopping smile, let him drop into your waiting embrace, and sing.

That is, until one fateful day when he royally screwed things up.

He’d had what might possibly be the worst morning of his entire life. He woke to the sound of yelling, his father already grilling Lo’ak about his latest reckless behavior. He peeled himself from bed, suffering his dad’s leftover wrath as he demanded help with a raid.

It went terribly. His Ikran wasn’t listening, they barely made out with any supplies, and he nearly got himself killed. Of course, this led to more yelling, being grounded, and a light scolding from his grandmother as she patched him up.

By lunchtime he was so tightly wound, he knew the slightest push would make him explode any second. That’s when you showed up, singing your favorite song under your breath. Your face lit up when you saw him, despite the deep crease in his brow and downturn of his lips.

You plopped down beside him as he ate amongst the clan, humming quietly for the both of you. It was obvious he needed you, as he always did. You were happy to help, to aid him in any way that you could. Except, this time, he didn’t fall into you. He actually tensed further, broad shoulders bunching with irritation.

“Can you stop?” He barked harshly, catching you off guard.

You blinked up at him with big eyes, instantly falling silent. “What?”

He let out a rough sigh, narrowed eyes slicing to you. Anger tightened his chest, twisted his stomach with something ugly. He couldn’t help it, despite the tiny voice in the back of his head begging him to stop, to take a deep breath before his next words, he couldn’t fight the rising emotion.

“You’re always so—” He grunted with frustration, looking away. “Can I just get two seconds of quiet? For once?”

Your lips parted in shock, eyes rounding in his direction. He refused to look at you, jaw tensing as he picked at the food on his plate. You studied him for a long moment, heart clenching at his dismissal. Moisture blurred your vision, but you quickly blinked the tears away, refusing to cry in front of him.

“I’m sorry.” The whispered apology was all you could muster as you gathered your things and rushed away.

One week.

It takes Neteyam seven days to figure out that something is wrong.

At first, he thinks he may be getting sick. He just doesn’t feel right. Something is off, and he can’t place it. He’s tense at all times, back muscles painfully tight. A constant frown mares his features, brow creased with irritation.

He isn’t sleeping well, either. He tosses and turns at night, mind racing to find the cause of his unease.

He tries to talk to you, to spend time with you, but you’re always busy. The second you see him, you’re tucking tail and practically running away. He’s heard your song a few times, when he searches for you in those moments of heightened emotion, but when your eyes catch his, you fall silent. If he happens to spot you within the clan, your soothing voice is nowhere to be found.

It’s eating him alive, the fact that you won’t let him hear you. It makes him feel on edge, wondering if he’s done something to upset you. Or worse, the voice of doubt whispers that you’ve gotten tired of him, that you’ve found the company of another more appealing.

Finally, he can no longer take it, and decides enough his enough. He’s losing his mind, completely unable to focus on even the most mundane of tasks. He needs you to calm him, whether you’re previously engaged or not.

He spots you around the raging fire one night, talking and laughing with your friends. His now constant frown deepens, arms crossing in frustration as he approaches the group.

“Song—ah, Y/N.” He scratches at the back of his neck, cheeks warming with embarrassment. “Can we talk?”

The smile drops from your face, making his stomach churn with unease. Your hips shift uncomfortably, hands clasping tightly in your lap. Your shoulders round, chin lifting as you try to muster the strength to avoid him yet again.

“I don’t think—”

Before you can even finish, he’s grabbed your bicep, firmly hoisting you to your feet.

“She’ll only be a minute.” He calls over his shoulder, the assurance met with a chorus of giggles as your friends watch him pull you away.

“Neteyam—” You try, but he simply ignores you.

Your legs stumble to keep up with his rushed pace. He doesn’t stop until he’s dragged you into the forest, brought you to a secluded section just outside Home Tree. He suddenly turns on his heel and drops your arm, causing you to take a step back in surprise.

“What is wrong?” He demands, voice rough.

Your breath hitches at the intensity in his gaze as his eyes bore into yours. You sputter for a few beats, mouth opening and closing as you search for the right words.

“I-I don’t…” Your heart thrums wildly between your ribs, having never expected him to confront you so directly.

“You haven’t been singing. Why aren’t you singing, songbird?” His tone softens, eyes rounding with concern.

He takes a step forward, closing the distance between you so that he can reach out, cradling your face in his palm. You blink up at him, chest heaving with pent up emotion. He’s so close. Too close to remain platonic, but neither of you move an inch.

You force down a thick swallow, throat hoarse. Moisture blurs your vision as you remember his words, remember the way he snapped at you. Though you know you have a nice singing voice, you’re aware that the constant noise can be irritating to some.

You’ve seen the sideways glances, heard the scoffs and sighs of annoyance when you’re around. But you can’t help it, music is always in your mind, swelling until you can’t contain it anymore.

The only reason you’ve embraced it, continued humming and singing despite the occasional comment from the clan, is Neteyam. The way he relies on you, uses you for comfort, it gives you meaning. Gives you purpose. Shows you that your voice can do good, that it isn’t just some annoying quirk.

But then…

“Oh, songbird.” He coos gently, thumb swiping away a falling tear. “Tell me, please.”

Your chin wobbles with the effort of keeping the words in, of sparing him the details he already knows. Realization suddenly dawns as his worried gaze flickers over your crestfallen expression.

His eyes widen, heart crashing into his stomach as his own stupid words replay in his mind.

“Is this about what I said?” The question rushes from his lips in a single panicked breath.

“No! No, of course not, I—”

Before you can finish the lame excuse, his arms are around you. He pulls you onto the ground with him, settling you into his lap. Heat prickles your skin at the intimate position. Though you've been close many times before, it's always him laying on top of you in some way. Now that you’re the one in his arms, nervousness grips your chest.

“Songbird...” His large hands engulf both sides of your face, guiding it up toward his. “I’m so sorry. I never should've said those things. I was upset with my father, and I never should've taken it out on you.”

Your eyes widen, unsure what to make of his sweet words. “It's okay, Neteyam, really—”

“No,” His head shakes rapidly. “No, you don't understand. I'm a mess without you. I can't sleep, can't focus. Can't even fly my damn Ikran right. I need to hear your voice. Sing to me, please?”

Breath lodges in your throat, brows lifting in surprise. You’ve never heard him so open, so vulnerable. It’s left you speechless, heartbeat echoing loudly in your ears.

When you don’t respond, his hands wrap around your hips, gently pulling you off his lap. Your eyes pop wide, but you make no move to stop him as he guides you back until you’re propped against a nearby tree. His eyes flick to yours in question before he slides down, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle.

You stiffen, spine straightening as he presses his face into your stomach, laying his body beside you. One of his legs tangles with yours, parting your thighs so he can nestle himself between them.

“I just need a good nights sleep, please, songbird? Help me?” He murmurs lowly, the sound vibrating the soft skin of your stomach.

Your skin is on fire, blazing in every spot he touches. All you can do is stare down at him, mouth agape, but his eyes are already closed. Your heart melts, any lingering resentment crumbing at the sight of him so desperate on top of you.

You can’t stay mad at him, no matter how hard you try.

Slowly, quietly, you begin to hum a familiar tune. Instantly, Neteyam sighs, relief flooding his system. You’re a bit hesitant, after not singing for an entire week. Your voice is hoarse, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Your hands fall onto his head, fingers tangling in his braids. He moans lowly, a soft tremor rolling down his spine. Your face feels impossibly hotter at his little noise of satisfaction. You’ve never seen him like this, so pliant under your touch.

Within minutes, you’re singing his favorite song, beautiful words washing over him. His breathing slows, eyes growing heavy as he finally feels at peace for the first time in days. Before you know it, he’s fast asleep.

You can’t help but smile down at him, fingers dancing across his scalp soothingly. Now that he’s back in your arms, everything feels right once again.

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starvine · 1 year

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☾ ⋆* kiss it better

pairing: neteyam sully x fem!omaticaya reader

genre: fluff, angst

synopsis: all you wanted to do was serve your people. however, when you get injured, your mission is cut short. neteyam insists upon patching you up and decides to explain his concerns for your well-being and future together.

warnings: battle stuff, guns, blood, battle injuries, medical jargon, stitches, minor swearing (?), allusions to mating/sex ig, aged-up neteyam

word count: 7.9k

notes: IT’S HERE! i’m very excited to have started writing again, and although i’m very casual about when i write, i hope to be somewhat consistent lol. enjoy this for now, i have more planned for the future! i hope you all enjoy, pls reblog/comment/etc if you feel so inclined <33

The air was tense today, thick with disciplined focus as you keep your ears alert for any incoming airships. Reeking of smoke and burning metal, a scent that is foreign and unpleasant to your nose, you remain aware of everything and anything. Gray clouds billowing and a pungent smell that cling to the back of your throat like a hand with a vice grip—nothing was natural.

Tilting your forehead forward, you hope your visor, decorated with teeth and interwoven pieces, will shield your eyes from the wind. You hold your bow tightly, the wood smooth against your fingers as you use your other hand to guide your ikran swiftly through the air.

“Calm, calm,” you soothe her, tapping your fingers along her strong neck.

You’re anxious today. Not because of the imminent arrival of the Sky People, their ships ready to fire metal bullets at you at any second; you’ve dealt with that many times before. No, the reason you’re nervous is because of Neteyam.

Today is Neteyam’s first day participating in the raid—well, his first raid on the ground with his father’s permission—rather than being a part of the aerial surveillance team. You tried to insist that you should accompany him, but, due to his wishes, you remained in the air beside his mother.

“Do you see anything yet?” Neytiri’s voice asks over the intercom.

Bringing your fingers to your throat to press the responding button, you reply, “Nothing yet.”

“I’m going to fly down to help gather some of the gear. You stay here,” she orders, raising her bow to signal that she and her ikran were descending.

“Let us know if you spot any bogeys. We’ve got some heavy-duty gear and need as much time as possible,” Jake informs you over the intercom.

“Roger that, sir,” you say, steering your ikran closer to where the enemy would most likely be approaching.

Ears twitching back and forth, you attempt to pick up the whir of an aircraft amongst the orders commanded, the creaks and minor explosions occurring from the Meg-Lev train your people have intercepted, and the wind blowing past you. You hope that maybe you could track a scent, sniffing the air a couple of times to no avail. It’s all smoke and metal. The skies were calm, except for your ikran’s screeching, however, they couldn’t be for long. There was no way those demons would allow your people to escape that easily.

“Hey,” Neteyam breathes over the intercom, a slight huff of your name. You could hear the smile on his face. “How’re things looking up there?”

“What happened to using my code name?” you question, peering over your ikran in an attempt to find him along the ground. “I’ll tell you if I see anything. I know how to do my job, you know.”

“Just double checking,”

You scoff, guiding your ikran to the right. “Maybe you should focus on gathering all of the gear instead,”

“Oh, really? Maybe you should-”

Suddenly, your ears flex forward, focused on the faint whirring of something mechanical and man-made; something that was not naturally occurring within your world.

“Airships spotted! Everyone, move!” you shout over the intercom. You yelp out into the open air, pumping your bow in tandem with the three shouts you release to alert your fellow brothers and sisters in battle.

Just as people begin clambering for their ikrans and direhorses, the two Scorpions start firing. The relentless pop of military guns fills your ears, causing your tail to swish frantically and your ears to perk forward.

Using a high pitch, you signal for your ikran to dive, swooping up and under the two fighter pilots.

“Do not engage! I repeat, do not engage! I want minimal casualties today,” Jake commands over the intercom, the background full of shouts and grunts.

“Jake, I’ve got to take out these two airships. They’re already taking down ikrans,” you spoke, peering up at the airships as you stealthily soar below.

Just then, Neteyam responds.

“No! Listen to my father, do not engage. I can lead the people to safety,”

“There won’t be any people to lead if I don’t take these airships down.”

Neteyam groans your name in warning, the sound of shouts heard from all around. “Would you listen for once?”

Jake barks your name, frustrated and frantic. “Get out of there! Get back to the High Camp!” he orders. You begin mapping out the plan of your attack. “That is a direct order!”

“I’m sorry, Jake,” you respond, ignoring all that comes after.

Your ikran shoots straight up into the air, coming close to the tail-end of the Scorpion gunship. You arch over the top of the gunship, upside down and looping over to the front side. The sun high in the sky and its beams creating a glare on the glass makes it difficult for you to spot the pilot. Upon finding his location, you draw the string of your bow taught, ready to fire.

“Incoming! Enemy on-”

You shriek upon release. The arrow flies straight through the glass, nailing your target right in the chest.

The gunship begins to tilt forward, preparing for its decline. As a hunter and warrior, it was your duty to pay respects to the creatures you killed in order to sustain the way of life. Kneeling over them, declaring your thanks, and wishing for their safe return to rest amongst the Great Mother was a sacred practice. However, as the gunship crashed and blew up in flames, hot and angry, you felt no thanks or remorse. They did not deserve to rest peacefully, and they didn’t even deserve to die on the Great Mother’s sacred soil. Their spirits deserved to walk alone, isolated and cold from the warm glow of the afterlife.

“You skxawng! What the hell are you doing?” Neteyam screams.

Looking around, you see the green back of his ikran, its rider perched on top with no visible concerns except for the fury etched on his face.

“I got this! It’s just one more,” you insist, positioning an arrow on your bow, eyeing the last gunship.

“May the Great Mother help you when I knock-” and with that, he’s easily ignored.

The wind whips past you, high and soft, almost like a whisper from Eywa that she too felt the tensions of battle. You would do anything to soothe her pain. She could not endure the suffering of this war much longer.

Tightening your grip on your ikran, her blues providing a stark contrast to the grayness of the military equipment, you attack from the rear yet again. Guns firing, you duck, placing yourself as flat as you can get against her back. However, once you approach the opening of the ship, where all of the massive guns were placed, you sit up, firing quickly.

The scream and weak grunt you heard confirms that it was a successful hit. Loading your bow with another arrow, you soar underneath the aircraft, looping around until you have the high ground. Securing your aim, your fingers release the string until the arrow flies straight into one of the Scorpion's propellers. A small explosion soon turned into a large one, the ship dipping to its left and falling from its dominant space in the sky to the dirt.

However, so were you.

You must’ve underestimated how close you were to the ship, your eagerness to protect your people and the Great Mother clouded your judgment.

The sound and burst of light, as well as the force, must’ve spooked your companion as she, too, seemed to have lost her place in the sky. She tumbles towards the ground, shrieks and roars released into the open air. Jaw clenched, you tried to convince her to gain control to no avail.

“Come on!” you shout, knuckles turning a pale blue with the tight grip you had.

As you neared the ground, panic began to set in. Your ears lay flat against your head in an attempt to not become overwhelmed by the wind, you tried to think quickly.

You could stay with your ikran, but you would both get injured; you could also disconnect from her and leap from the group, in hopes of only injuring yourself.

Deciding on the latter, you had one plea for the Great Mother:

“Please don’t let Neteyam kill me.”

Disconnecting your kuru, you leap the rest of the way to the ground, the shock of the force of your fall causing you to fall instead of landing perfectly on your feet. The ship crashes a couple of yards in front of you, the force of the blast propelling you forward.

Rolling and skidding along the dirt, pieces of gravel and discarded glass and metal tear at your skin. Red begins to bubble up along the surface, the violent opposite of your blue skin.

Tumbling down a hill, you lose your grip on your bow, the wood being left behind in your trail. The burning sensation of your flesh being scraped away keeps you alert, blindly clutching at anything to break your fall.

Eventually, you slow to a stop, landing on your stomach with a mouthful of dirt. Spitting and coughing up the soil, you take a minute to catch your breath. With a slight raise of your head, you look at the ship as the flames crackle and cause a film of sweat to break out on your skin. That hunk of metal was truly ugly against the backdrop of the forest.

You begin to slowly sit up, a sharp pain coming from your side. A cut, not deep enough to need stitches, slowly oozes blood down your left rib, crimson staining the skin. It looks swollen, screaming to be disinfected immediately. Reaching behind you to check for any more severe wounds, you arch away from your nimble fingers just upon a light graze. The heat from the explosion must’ve irritated the skin, causing soreness and slight bubbling in some places.

Minor scrapes along your knees and elbows from what you could see and feel, makes you thank Eywa for her protection and the benign wounds. Stumbling onto your feet, you catch sight of something unnatural.

A small piece of metal protrudes from the side of your thigh, embedded into the flesh. Staring at the shrapnel, you’re reminded that your world doesn’t just belong to you anymore. Even if the Sky People were to disappear and return back to their planet, the scientists would remain here. Their clunky gear and massive structures would continue to reside amongst the nature of Pandora.

Something about that notion makes your heart sink.

You lightly touch the silvery metal, trying to gauge how deep the foreign object must be. It felt stiff and unwilling to relent to your touch, confirming that it was not something you could brush off. Taking a step forward, a broad, aching pain festers throughout your leg. It hurt less if you put less pressure on the limb, however, that would be hard to do on your journey back to the High Camp.

Picking up your bow from the ground, arrows broken and scattered around, you slowly mount your ikran, muttering expletives to yourself at the pain that dwelled throughout your entire body.

Neteyam was surely going to kill you.

Upon your arrival, after an arduous flight back home, you slowly slid off your companion onto the uneven rock. Blood oozed out from around the metal, the object having dug deeper into the surface the more you moved. With one hand clutching your rib and another trying to steady the object, you hoped to stumble into a healing area before you were noticed by a Sully.

Turns out, you’re not as stealthy as you thought.

“She’s back! She’s back!” a high-pitched cheer sounded, a small girl bouncing towards you. Tuk’s big grin slowly faded into a look of concern and worry as she sized up your injuries. “Mom! Kiri! She’s hurt!”

The younger girl prances over to you, lifting your arms and examining your body from front to back. You feel the small girl brush against your tail, which was agitatedly flicking back and forth.

With a sigh of your name, you see Tuk’s mother and elder sister approach you, war paint still decorating Neytiri’s face in vibrant greens and yellows. She gasps upon spotting the dirt, blood, and bruising that has blossomed across your skin, tucking a stray hair behind your ear as her eyes fill with worry.

“We must get her to grandmother,” Kiri announces to her mother, clutching your upper arm as softly as she could without hurting you.

“There’s no need. I can do it myself,” you try to assure her, taking a fumbling limp forward.

“There is a piece of metal sticking out of your leg.”

You glance down, almost as if you hadn’t noticed it at all before. It was a futile attempt, especially as you used your fingers to brace the object, preventing it from moving too much. “There is?”

“Damn, bro!” Lo’ak exclaims, waltzing up beside you and trying his best to not laugh at your given failure. “Looks like someone got their ass handed to them by some Sky People,”

Hissing at him, you weakly push at his chest to show him that you weren’t interested in his jokes right now.

“Lo’ak!” his mother scolds, hitting him upside the head.

“What?! What I’d do?!”

Then, the two people you desperately wanted to avoid came into view: Neteyam and his father. Jake had a stern, militant look on his face—a facade that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. Neteyam’s face was set into a deep frown, a look that was a delicate cross between his mother’s and father’s disappointed faces.

“Well, would you look at the time? Looks like I better start tending to-” you attempt to walk away, only to be kept in place by Neytiri’s firm hand on your shoulder. It’s not like you’d be able to escape them as quickly or swiftly as you would typically be able to. You–apparently–had a piece of metal sticking out of your leg.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Jake scolds still dressed head to toe in his fusion of Omaticaya and Sky military gear. “Disobeying direct orders? That isn’t something I expected from you.”

Casting your eyes downwards, you hope your flat ears and limp tail would get you out of this scolding quicker than it would’ve if he was scolding Neteyam or Lo’ak. Typically, avoiding his gaze would show that you felt regret—which, in this case, you didn’t really—and he’d let you move on. However, it’s hard to keep your eyes fixed on the ground when someone gets into your line of view.

Neteyam crouches down, face coming into view as if he’s trying to catch your fake performance. Instead, he places two hands, worn and calloused from all of the years of fighting and defending his people, onto your cheeks. He tilts your face upwards so he can view you from his natural height, allowing him to view each scrape and bruise in proper lighting. His lips twitch into a grimace, thumbs grazing over a small cut that must be on your cheek because, although there’s a faint sting, there’s no leaking blood.

Now, everyone knew about you and Neteyam. It’s not like it was kept a secret. Wherever you went, he followed; whatever he was doing, you were right there beside him. In the years to come, you would become his mate and that was an unspoken decision between you and him. Well, there was also an unspoken rule between Neteyam and the rest of the boys his age to not even glance at you, or else he’d have their tails. However, no matter how much people smiled softly whenever you’d exchange fond glances or spare looks when you two ran off alone, it wasn’t like you publicly displayed much physical affection. Nonetheless in front of his parents.

He unloops your visor from behind your ears, handing it to his brother without his gaze leaving your face. As soon as his hands leave you, they return just as quickly. His fingers smooth over your face, confirming that you’re breathing and here in front of him—something he’s very grateful for. Your stupidity—not so much.

“You’re such a skxawng,” he chides, tilting your face towards his.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. It’s not like I’m the one who took down—not one—but two whole- ow!” you yelp, stumbling forward towards the young man.

Tuk looks at you guiltily, one finger outstretched as if she was prodding at something.

Kiri steps forward, pushing Tuktirey out of the way in order to re-examine your back.

“We should take her to grandmother,” she insists, “now.”

You roll your eyes, trying to continue with your act of not being nearly as injured as you appear, but the longer you stand, the more it becomes not true. As the adrenaline wears off, the soreness and incessant throbbing grow throughout your muscles and bones. Your rib and leg are still oozing blood, warm and tacky against your skin. Neteyam loops an arm around you, careful to avoid the blisters and welts that decorate various places on your back.

His free hand reaches for the hand that hangs limply over his shoulder, intertwining your fingers and giving them a light squeeze. “It’ll all be okay,”

“Yeah, I know. Just ‘cause I’m walking a bit funny doesn’t mean I’m dying,”

You could say that then, but you sure as hell can’t say that now.

If there was one thing about Mo’at, it was that she couldn’t care less if her remedies stung like a bitch as long as they cured you thoroughly. So now, as she smears a paste along your back—the sensation as bitter and frigid as the Northernmost part of any mountain—that bites at your skin, you kind of wish you were dead. Or at least knocked out.

This isn’t even the worst of it.

Once the stinging fades more into a relaxing cool, Mo’at instructs you to lean backward so she can assess your torso. The older woman crouches next to you, hands hovering over the wound as if Eywa was sending her a direct message on the best way to heal you. Neteyam sits on the other side of you, clutching your hand with a grip that seems more like it’s to reassure him than you, his other hand brushing your hair away from your face.

Neytiri stays close to her mother, observing or advising what she believes to be the next course of action—just as a tsakarem should do. Kiri stays by your feet, grinding and mashing up various plants and syrups that could be used to aid with disinfecting your wounds. Lo’ak and his father stay near the door, ready to leave if someone else should need assistance with anything to do with the war effort. However, as everyone stays well within their place, performing their necessary task, Tuk couldn’t seem to sit still.

“Is she going to need stitches?” Tuk asks, peering over her eldest brother.

Neteyam removes his hand from your hair, slightly readjusting the younger’s weight so she doesn’t put too much pressure on him, in turn, putting pressure on you.

The Tsahìk doesn’t look up from your wound, eyes brightening as if Eywa had finally delivered her guidance to the woman. “No, she will just need to rest. I would advise very minimal movement for at least seven days,” the woman says, being handed a bowl of yellowish sap.

“Seven days? But I need to be out there, it’s my duty to fight,” you plead, growing restless and inching upwards.

Neteyam pushes you back down, delicate but firm fingers pressing against your sternum. “Down,” he murmurs.

“It is not my fault you did not listen to orders,” the older woman retorts, using a brush-like leaf to observe the consistency of the paste before lowering it toward your injury.

“Yeah, well it’s not my fault that I just happened to save- oh, Great Mother! Holy sh-” you yelp upon Mo’at contact.

Neteyam presses a hand over your mouth, sending you a stern glare. “Not in front of the Tsahìk,” he hushes, palm warm against your lips.

You groan against his hand, face twisting and back arching in pain. Unlike the gel thinly spread across your back, there was no relief from this paste. Mo’at continued to slather it all across your skin, insisting that the more you move, the more it will hurt. You squeeze Neteyam’s hand, feeling the bones shift with how strong your grip is. If you’re hurting him, you can’t tell. The look of pain on his face seems to be linked to his feelings about your injuries, your pain. Always the doting lover.

Once Mo’at wraps the injury, using both Na’vi and human medical wraps, she places a palm over the injury, thanking the Great Mother. Then, she looks at your leg.

Your leg was held down by Kiri throughout the excursion, as she didn’t want the shrapnel to lodge itself deeper into the skin and muscle. At the base of your leg, a piece of twine is firmly wrapped around the skin to lightly restrict blood flow. The skin was not pinched, nor did you lose feeling in your leg as you would’ve if the twine was used as a makeshift tourniquet, however, your thigh still resisted against the band.

You haven’t cried yet, however, just with her eyes boring into your leg you feel as if you’re about to sob.

“Please don’t take it out. I don’t- I don’t want to have to do this anymore,” you begin to blubber, looking at Neteyam as you try to sit up.

“Shh, shh,” he placates, stroking your cheek. “It’s okay. I’m here, I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“I’ve been hurting this whole time,” you groan, “what the hell have you been-”

Then, the last two people you want to see walk into the room: Norm and Max.

“I grabbed them as soon as I heard,” says Spider, following close behind.

“No. No, no, no. Get the hell away from me,” you say, instantly shooting up and trying your best to scoot away, even as Kiri still holds down your leg.

Neteyam says your name so sweetly, so full of fondness that a chill is sent up your spine—a chill that isn’t caused by the cooling medicine or a shock of pain. “He’s here to help.”

“I don’t want him here,” you spit, speaking Na’vi to the boy sitting beside you.

“We have no choice,” he reasons, his voice dropping an octave. “They will be much quicker with their equipment than with ours. I promise that my grandmother will heal and treat you, but we need their help to make sure that there’s no extra damage that is beyond what the eye can see.”

You shake your head, refusing to listen to him and averting your gaze.

His lithe fingers reach for your chin, turning you back towards him. There he goes again; always making you feel like the blushing fool, especially in front of his family.

“I will not let them hurt you.”

What a fucking liar.

Taking a team of three women plus Norm to hold your leg down, Max begins to lower his tweezers toward the piece of metal. With the first tug, you begin screaming. The pressure and the resistance between Max’s tweezers and the artificial shard against your tender skin and muscle caused your free leg to kick, hands tightening at your sides and clinging onto Neteyam. The fact that your whole body was tense, each muscle spasming, probably didn’t help what was already a difficult procedure.

“Damn, she’s strong,” Norm comments, adding more pressure in an attempt to hold your leg down. “Spider, help us out.”

You continue to sob, reaching for Neteyam to claw at his shoulder. If you’re hurting him or breaking skin, he doesn’t tell you. Instead, he cradles you as you cry against his leg. Ripping your hand from his, you squeeze his leg, nose pressed against his thigh to hide your face. There’s no guarantee that half of the clan hasn’t heard you by now, nor that a few people have poked their heads in to see who the hell was screaming so damn loud. You were well known. There’s no way anybody wouldn’t recognize that it was you who was being surgically tortured. However, if you could save some dignity by hiding yourself against Neteyam, you would do just that.

“I’m never letting them near my body again,” you weep, gripping tight to the blue skin beneath you.

Neteyam rakes his fingers through your hair, hands petting any inch of skin that has brought you comfort over the years. He knows you like the back of his hands. Playing with your hair puts you to sleep, rubbing his thumb across your cheek makes you keen, following the slope of your nose makes you smile, and touching your ear makes you quiet. Using this knowledge, Neteyam’s hands roam to any expanse of skin that he can reach. He must look mad, with busy fingers and frantic eyes, but he can’t help himself. His chest hurts when he sees you like this, and if he needs to kill someone to make you feel better, he’d gladly do that.

“It’s almost out. We’re almost done,” he assures you in a soft tone, getting close to your ear.

Your ears, which have been laying flat and folding over periodically finally perk up and away from your skull—a sense of relief. It’s quick-lived before they fall back against your hair, but he sees it as a small win.

“Can you dress it for me?” you plea, voice breaking painfully.

Who is he to deny you?

“All done!” Max cheers, placing the flat piece of shrapnel into an emesis basin.

The clang of the metal against metal causes you to abruptly sit up. Neteyam’s hand is on your shoulder, but for the first time, it’s not to push you back down. He lets you take your time viewing the sizable gash in your leg, an injury that without a doubt needs extra aid. You whimper at the sight, not necessarily at the pain, but because you knew what this means: you would be under strict supervision at the battle scene. You couldn’t be trusted to be alone, especially as you were a great friend of the Sully’s and Neteyam’s prospective mate.

Falling back into Neteyam, the cries you let out are softer but still cause your body to shake. Neteyam rubs his cheek against yours when you hide your face in his neck, tears causing the blue skin to become slick and tacky. He readjusts your top which has moved around during all of your painful squirming, protecting your modesty. The beads land softly against your shoulder, arms holding you snuggly against him. He tucks your hair behind your ear, giving him a view of the ear that is decorated with various pieces of Omaticaya jewelry. An orange bead, delicately dangling from your lobe, was a gift from him.

“It makes me feel wiser during battle,” you told him once before sending an arrow straight through the eye of a fish that swam around in the pond.

He touches it lightly, reminding you that everything is alright.

“No! She’s going to need stitches!” Tuk whimpers, a frown deeply set on her face. Even through your crying, Neteyam catches the faintest hint of a smile.

Mo’at begins to drip water over the wound, clearing away any blood that may have leaked down your leg despite the twine restricting your blood flow.

It’s silent besides Max, Norm, and Jake’s mumbling outside of the tent as Mo’at preps a needle and thread. Kiri, Neytiri, and Spider have since released your leg, observing you and the Tsahìk. Just as Mo’at blesses the needle and thread, Neteyam speaks up.

“I’ll do it.”

Mo’at looks at her grandson, her gaze strong but understanding. The white bone needle stays pinched between her two fingers, amber eyes unwavering.

“Neteyam, let your grandmother-“

“I said I’ll do it.” he hushes, lip curling in order to hide a scowl.

His mother looks at her own, a non-verbal communication occurring between their stares. Eventually, Neytiri acquiesces, standing up and taking a step away from you.

Mo’at hands him the needle, placing a worn but beautiful hand on your leg.

“Return here tomorrow so I can check on the wound,” she orders. You nod, eyes still teary before the older woman stands with her daughter, ready to move on to the other warriors who need their assistance.

Once his mother and grandmother leave, Neteyam grows restless.

“Everyone out, please.”

Kiri scoffs at him, still seated by your feet. “You can‘t be serious,”

“Out! Get out!” he hisses, fangs bared at his sister and the human boy beside her. “You have done nothing!”

“I wouldn’t call holding down her leg for nothing. I’ll have bruises for the next week,” Spider dismisses, standing up with Lo’ak, who is already headed towards the exit.

“Out!” he shouts one final time, his siblings leaving as his tail flicks back and forth with irritation.

It isn’t until they’re gone, that Neteyam leaves your right side, scrambling and pouncing over you in order to come in contact with your left leg.

The tent is silent as he begins his work. The process doesn’t hurt much, a gentle prick or pinch here and there; you’re not sure whether it’s because your nerves are shot and can’t detect pain anymore or because Neteyam is good at his work. It could be both. Before you know it, the wound is closed and a row of sutures stares back at you in a familiar Na’vi sewing pattern. The skin is even, nothing too uncomfortable, and although there’s bruising, it appears to be that everything will be okay.

You reach out to touch the stitches with a shaky hand, only to be slapped away. “Uh uh, don’t touch,” he tuts, eyes focused and mouth slightly ajar in concentration.

He grabs under your knee, bending it at the joint in order to prop it up so he can place a bandage over the sutures.

“To protect them,” he informs you, wrapping the gauze around your thigh.

He’s very quiet throughout, a reaction you were not expecting. Neteyam has always been logical, methodical; he never steps out of line or does something rash unless it’s for the means of protecting those he loves. Always quick to action, he’s usually the first to help and the first to reprimand someone (usually Lo’ak) for their stupidity. That would be the typical reaction. However, now he looked almost forlorn.

Once he’s done, he fully stands for the first time since you entered the tent. He begins to rummage through his grandmother’s remedies that sit in wooden jars and crystal vials, concoctions she’s mastered after years and years of being the Tsahìk. After selecting a small wooden bowl filled with clear oil, he grabs another bowl of water and a rag and sits down in front of you. Dabbing the rag in the bowl of water, he lifts the dripping cloth toward your face.

“What are you doing?”

He looks at you, eyes narrowing briefly before they return to their normal, large position.

“Your face is filthy.”

He gently holds your chin, tilting it up towards him so he can begin wiping your face. His hold is steady but his eyes look nerved, almost as if he has too much on his mind to bear. His breathing matches yours, and he dodges your gaze although his entire being crowds your line of sight. There’s no way for him to avoid you, really.

“What’s wrong?” you ask as he dips the rag and wrings out all of the water, approaching your face yet again.

“Nothing is wrong,” he replies curtly, his ears twitching quickly before returning to their previous state—a telltale sign that he’s lying.

“Oh, so you’re just going to pretend like I know nothing about you now?” you try to joke, smile falling when you notice how he doesn’t reciprocate your humor. “Talk to me,” you urge, grabbing his wrist so he can’t try to distract you or himself by caring for your wounds.

He sighs, looking away before he slowly looks back at you. Holding your gaze, eyes squinting and lips pursing slightly. Neteyam looks at you like you’re supposed to understand him–and you do–but it’s as if he’s expecting you to know what’s bothering him. However, the problem is that you don’t. Once he comes to that realization, he sighs, still looking into your eyes.

“I’m upset with you.”

And there it is. Your tail swishes uneasily, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Neteyam, but he can’t bring himself to quell his emotions for your sake. He almost lost you.

“Why are you upset with me?”

He shrugs, almost as if he’s embarrassed or too shy to explain his feelings. Being the eldest son and the next heir, Neteyam often felt as if he had to hide his own inhibitions or concerns in order to be a good son, a good brother, a good leader. When it was just the two of you, you would often have to do a little extra prying in order to get him to reveal what was truly occupying that pretty little head of his. Even once he admitted it, it was even harder to get him to elaborate.

“Just drop it. You should be healing,” he dismisses, trying to distract himself by wiping your face again.

Pushing his wrist away with your fingers, you take the cloth and throw it into the bowl of water. Holding his hands on your lap, his tail swishing timidly behind him, you make him look at you by following his gaze. “I can talk and heal. The two aren’t mutually exclusive,”

“I wish they were,” he mutters, a braid swinging in front of his face.

“Hey,” you tuck the strand behind his ear. He leans towards your touch, almost as if he craves it, no matter how much he wishes he didn’t. “This isn’t how this works. You need to talk to me.”

“You’ve already been in enough pain today. I don’t want to cause anymore,”

“Quit the bullshit. I’m better now. I’ll feel worse if you don’t tell me.”

“That’s not the way it works.”

“Um, yes, it is.”

“It’s not.”

“How would you know? I can already feel my leg hurting ten times more now that you won’t communicate with me.”

“You’re not in any more pain because of me,” he scoffs, trying to escape your grasp.

“Ow, my leg! My leg!” you feign a whimper. He cracks a small smile, your cheeks spreading as smoothly as the war paint that still dons his face.

Neteyam looks so beautiful when he smiles. It’s a special smile, reserved only for you; it drips of sticky honey, so sugary that sometimes you feel as if you could fall ill from its adoration. He’s soft as he looks at you, coy and all things delightful. The hands that once tried to flee your own, now reach for your wrists, petting the skin in a pattern that speaks a million languages at once. And yet, somehow, not one of those languages can truly resemble how much he loves you. He loves you a lot.

“Please,” you whisper, “tell me what’s wrong?”

He sighs, assenting to your pleas. With one final sweep over your face, he finally indulges you.

“I’m not happy that you took down those ships.”

“Well, duh,” you scoff, rolling your eyes playfully. “I know that, but I want to know why.”

“You weren’t careful.”

This causes a richer scoff to form at the back of your throat, a sound that makes his ears press against his braids. “I thought we agreed to take down the enemy at any and all costs?”

“I know, and we did—we did make that agreement. I just,” he groans, trying to find the right words. Neteyam never had the right words when it came to expressing himself. “I was scared.”

“Okay,” you reply softly, shuffling closer to him. “Why were you scared?”

“Why wouldn’t I be scared?” he answers, tone mimicking the same quiet tone you used. “You’re mine—my girl, and- and they almost took what’s mine away from me.”

“God, I just got so scared that something bad would happen to you. And when I saw you hurt, how badly you were in pain, and I couldn’t do anything about it I just…” his eyes are frantic, searching all across the hut for something—anything—to provide him an answer. His hands start to tremor in your hold. “I felt helpless and so stupid. I should’ve been tougher on you, or—I don’t know—had Lo’ak or even Kiri stay with you so you didn’t have to be alone. And it’s not that I don’t think you’re incapable or anything—” he excuses, causing you to smile lightly, “—but I don’t trust them. I don‘t trust them with you.”

Smile turning watery, you reach for his shoulder, soon deciding to hold his face instead. He leans into your palm yet again, seeking the warmth that can only emanate from your hands alone. It’s the only warmth that can rid him of any chill.

Neteyam kisses your palm, soon rolling your hand over in his, placing his lips on each knuckle as if it provides him comfort. And it does. It provides him more comfort than he could care to admit. Placing your head in the crook where his neck and shoulder meet, you place a kiss on his collarbone, lowering your lips to place another on his pec, right above his heart. The young man draws in a deep breath, holding you close to him, savoring each second, each touch. Skin against skin; heart against heart.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” you apologize, your soft lips grazing his blue skin. He loves the feeling. “I just wanted to protect our people.”

“I know, I know,” he murmurs against your forehead, a light kiss placed there. “I’m sorry for yelling.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t even yell,” you forgive, cheeks pillowing against his chest. When you lift yourself away from him, he tilts his head in confusion at your smirk. “Also, we both know Kiri would be awful on the battlefield.”

He chuckles, brushing his nose against yours. “True. She can’t even shoot an arrow in a straight line.”

“Exactly! I don’t know what you were thinking when you said that. Lo’ak? Sure, whatever. But Kiri?”

“I know, I know,” he agrees, voice growing softer as if his quietness will preserve this moment between you.

His eyes become velvet—smooth and warm—the longer he looks at you and it instantly makes you melt. His lips look saccharine, a buttery spread of a light smile decorating his face which is just the absolute cherry on top. If Eywa hadn’t taken you during battle, she sure as hell was going to take you now with how crazy Neteyam makes your heartbeat.

He tucks your hair behind your ear, his smile growing more and more with each expanse of skin he navigates. Dancing his fingertips over your jaw and across your cheekbones, he eventually cups your cheek and you just watch. If you breathe too hard, if you shift your weight, this moment could crumble. He’s looked at you like this many times before but it’s usually in the dark, under the bioluminescent blue and purple lights of the forest, where all you can see are the shadows of his face and the warmth of his tongue and the breeze of his breath. Now, you can see everything in pure, golden hues. The way his mouth relaxes, the way his eyes absorb all they can with each quick glance, the way the corner of his mouth tugs upwards unconsciously. You love it.

“May I kiss you?” he asks quietly, thumb swiping along a stripe on your cheek.

“Why do you ask now? You’ve done it many times before,” you wonder, eyes transfixed on the way his own mouth moves with each word he’s about to form.

He chuckles, a sweet, melodic sound, “Just wanted to make sure you’re still down even when the sun is out.”

This earns a loud laugh from you, a laugh that makes Neteyam’s heart squeeze and his lower stomach burn. He loves you. One day, he’ll say it.

Once your giggles have fizzled into a content sigh, you bite your lip lightly before you release it and it returns to its normal place. Neteyam follows the movement.

“I’m always down if it’s you.”

“Yeah?” he smiles, breathy and lips plush.

“Yeah.”

With that, he seals the deal. His kiss is soft, and you don’t miss the way his eyes dip to your mouth right before the initial contact. It makes you feel hot all over. He’s gentle—he always is at first—and he’s so, so kind. He pulls away briefly, returning not long after as if he needs to be connected to you or else he would suffer. In a way, he would.

Neteyam is sweet. He still tastes like the fruit you shared before the raid and also a little bit like blood—whether it’s from him or you, you don’t care; you’ll devour it desperately just like you want him to devour you. He traces that stripe on your cheek again, his new best friend, and follows it down the nape of your neck. His other hand trails up from the small of your back to the divot in between your shoulder blades. He uses his hand to pull you closer, seeking any contact from you that he can get.

Your hands are a barrier, shielding your chest from his, and in a way, it upsets you but also pleases you. Nobody knows what would happen if you could feel his chest pressed against yours at this moment—not even you know. Your hands glide across his chest, lighting scraping and molding against the fine muscle that hides under his smooth skin. When a lithe finger accidentally catches against a nipple, his mouth drops open pliantly, his tongue searching for yours.

“‘S scared they took my girl away from me,” he murmurs against your lips, his own following after yours after each word.

“Never,” you promise, kissing him firmly, one hand gripping his shoulder to ground yourself. All of this kissing was beginning to make you feel as if you could float away. “I’m yours. They could never take me or have me. You know that,”

“Mhm,” he hums, voice lilting towards the end as he presses his mouth to yours. It makes your back arch forward, seeking more of his skin, his touch.

His hands are growing desperate now. Neteyam knows he has to be gentle, avoiding the damaged skin on your back and remaining weary of the injuries on your rib and leg, but he so badly just wants to pull you close to him and never let go. He wants to hold you, to feel you, to be with you in every single way he can imagine so passionately. But he can’t. He will have to wait for another time.

You, on the other hand, may roam freely. Your hands travel down his chest, exploring the taught skin of his stomach. It seems he subconsciously flexes underneath your touch, something that is rather enticing. Reaching the plusher skin of his lower stomach, although there still isn’t much give, you trace the muscle gingerly, bordering right above the hem of his loincloth. The delicate touch of your fingers causes him to lightly moan into your mouth, a sound you gladly drink down just to feel its warmth in your stomach.

Neteyam pulls away suddenly, a loss you’re greatly upset about until he relocates his lips under your ear, traveling down your neck. He hums against the skin, tongue swiping against it as if he’s trying to taste as much of you as he can, as much as he’s allowed.

“You can’t touch me like that,” he says, using a hand to bring both of yours back toward his chest. You cradle his head instead, tracing a finger along his ear. It twitches.

“Why not?” you question, voice airy. Neteyam nearly preens at the sound, tail wild. “You seem to like it.”

“I do like it,” he insists, “I love it, even.”

“Then why can’t I touch you there?”

He places a wet, fervent kiss against the crook of your neck. Your breath hitches in your throat, a moan threatening to escape past your lips.

“Because,” another kiss, “You are not promised to me yet.”

“I just told you that I’m yours,” you reminded him.

“Yes,” he nods, trailing his kisses back toward your jaw. “However, you’re still not mine.”

Oh.

“I could be yours. All you have to do is ask,” you say as if it’s not something he already knows. You hold his head in place, halting his journey upwards so you can whisper in his ear: “Ask me, Neteyam.”

His tail swishes excitedly, something that makes you smile. Great Mother, you could eat him up.

“No,” he responds, pulling away and facing you head-on. He has a lovesick smile on his face, a grin that nobody could wipe off as long as you’re around. “I want to do it right.”

“Yeah?” you counter. “How would you do it?”

“Well,” he hums, kissing your lips. “First, I’d get all of your favorite foods. All of those fruits you like, season everything all nice,” he begins to slowly kiss your cheeks, “and get it all ready just for you to eat.”

“What else?”

“Then,” his kisses travel towards your ear, “Once you’re full and comfortable, we’ll go for a walk.” He bites your ear lobe and you press yourself against him. “We’ll go to our favorite spots: we’ll look at those flowers you like, go to the river, maybe swim a little. I like the way your hair looks while wet, you look so pretty,” he sighs. “You listening?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Go on.”

“Then I’d bring you to our sacred tree, just so Eywa can see us and I can see you under her light. I want to see you when I ask you. I want to see you if you smile or cry or decide that I’m not the one, I don’t care, I just want to see you,” he smiles, no longer kissing you but nudging your nose with his.

“And if you say yes—Great Mother, I hope you say yes—I promise, I’ll treat you so well. I’ll hold you the way you ask to be held, kiss you in all of the places I already know you love to be kissed, and learn all of the new places I can’t reach yet too. I want to feel you, and see the way you react. I want you to feel me, too. I want you to see me, and I want to see you,” he whispers, voicing each wish.

You nod, slowly and then desperately. “I want to see you, too,” you promise. He smiles that big, toothy smile. “Tell me when you’ll ask me? I can’t wait for much longer. I need you.”

His eyelids grow heavy, skin heating underneath your palm. “I need you, too,” he gasps, leaning forward to kiss you again. “It’ll be soon, just want you to heal for now.”

“Yeah?” you smile. “Soon?”

“Yeah,” he smiles. “Soon.”

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maverickbabes · 1 year

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Nite full of Bliss

Nite full of bliss

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

Neteyam is 25 and Reader is 23

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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vgilantee · 1 year

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love lost {neteyam sully}

neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan x fem na'vi!reader

requested: n/a (well... kind of. i pitched the idea to julie and she encourages me too much <;3)

words: 4.0k (this is... double the length of what i had planned oop)

a/n: the way of water spoilers i stg if you haven't watched the movie you don't get to bitch about spoilers if you read this fic listen. listen i love neteyam so much. and as much as i would like to write a canon variance fic, i also have fun writing angst. my forte is more hurt/comfort and "angsty but there will be fluff and a happy ending" because i'm a softie and a romantic but sad angst is still fun to write

warnings/tags: hurt/no comfort, implied doing the dirty, mating (sfw), death, grieving/mourning, depression symptoms, implied suicidal ideation, reader and neteyam are about 18/19 because that's how old i thought he was when i watched the movie, mostly canon compliant (whoops), SPOILERS, no proofreading we die like neteyam men

pronouns: she/her

na'vi translations:

oeyä - my (possessive) narlor - beautiful (visually) muntxa si - mate / marry yawne - beloved

From a young age, it was clear that you would spend the rest of your life by Neteyam’s side. He was your best friend, the first person to treat him as just another kid and not the first born son of the olo’eyktan.

As you grew together, the way you felt about each other seemed to grow in sync, from entirely platonic best friends, to teenagers who would sneak out of chores to kiss in the forest. One day, while leaning against his chest and feeling his fingers play with the beaded ends of your braids, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, whispering into your skin.

“Once we have finished the rites, I want to be yours,” your breath hitched at his words, “forever.” You blinked, twisting to look up at him with wide eyes. “If you’ll have me.” You rolled your eyes, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

“Of course I’ll have you.” Neteyam broke into a wide smile, as if for a moment he expected you would say anything else. “In this life and the next.” If you were told as a child, that at sixteen, just days before he made his first kill, that you and Neteyam would be promising to be each other’s mates, you would have laughed them off.

Now, you were beaming at him while sat on his lap, pressing kisses to his mouth and cheeks, eliciting laughter from him as he fell back, arms wrapped around your waist.

Your parents and his had all apparently known of his plans to propose to you that evening, as they were all waiting for you in the Sully family hut as you arrived, excited that your families would become one. As Kiri swatted Lo’ak for throwing his hands in the air with a loud exclamation of ‘finally’, Mo’at guided you away from the crowd.

“Once you begin your rites, I shall teach you to use and amplify your connection to Eywa.” Her eyes were soft as she rested her hands on your shoulders. “I believe you shall become a strong Tsahik.” You thanked her with a bow, grateful that she would so willingly teach you and flattered at her compliment.

Time seemed to move both too fast and not fast enough over the next year and a half as you both completed your rites and became adults of the clan. Like his father, Neteyam became one of the greatest Omaticaya warriors, proudly taking his place at the olo’eyktan’s side. But however strong and fearless he became, his eyes always softened as he looked at you, an impatience within him to finally have you as his official mate, to be able to say he is yours entirely.

Like Mo’at told, your connection to Eywa grew, able to understand her guidance with ease. Quickly, you learned that your favourite part of being the future Tsahik was healing. Being able to help those in your clan that were injured or unwell was always rewarding. And despite her being your personal guide and teacher, you were extremely honoured every time Mo’at invited you to assist in ceremonies with Eywa in front of the clan.

Neteyam’s ceremony was performed around a month after your own, and still, he waited a week to ask you again to be his mate.

With his fingers easily weaved between your own, he guided you toward the bioluminescent clearing where he had first proposed. (And where, two short years before that, you had shared your first kiss). Neteyam held both of your hands, close enough that you could count the freckles scattered across his face; not that you hadn’t done so many times before.

“I know I have already asked you this,” his voice was soft and nervous as he spoke, “but I want to ask again.” As he drew in a slow, shuddered breath, you leaned up and pressed a kiss beside his mouth. “Will you be my mate? Would you honour me with allowing me to be yours forever?” Your eyes watered, crying despite knowing what he was going to ask, and you nodded with a smile. But still he waited, wanting to hear you say it.

“Neteyam, yes. I would love to be your mate.” He let out a sigh of relief, quick to drop your hands to grab your face and kiss you. You smiled against each other’s mouths, hands on each other and pulling each other as close as you physically could.

His hands slide down your body and grasp the underside of your thighs, lifting you so your legs could wrap around his waist. With his mouth never leaving yours, Neteyam carefully sat down and rested you on his lap, the ground lighting up under him.

“You are so breathtaking.” He whispered against your lips and you pulled away with a flustered laugh, forehead rested against his. Neteyam was never shy about complimenting you, but somehow his words never failed to cause your heart to skip and the tips of your ears to warm.

“Oel ngati kamele, Ma Neteyam.” You ran your fingers over his bicep causing goosebumps to raise as you spoke with a sigh.

Wordlessly, you reached up behind you to grab your braid that safely held your queue, pulling it over your shoulder and dragging your fingers down to the end. The soft tendrils of your queue reached for him, yearning for him just as your heart did. Neteyam mirrored your movement, bringing his queue around, and held it just in front of your own. Your eyes flicked up from your queues to meet his eyes.

Although you had loved each other since you were children, you were both still nervous that the other would change their mind.

“I am yours.” You asserted. Neteyam dropped his head forward to press your foreheads together again.

“Yours. I have always been yours.”

As your queues entangled, you sucked in a short breath, body relaxing as you watched his pupils dilate. Your heart began to race as your breaths began to match his, eyes falling closed. After years of promises and soft kisses in the dark, your souls were entwined and could never be separated.

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You squeezed Neteyam’s hand as Tarsem’s hand dropped against Jake’s chest in a fist, cementing the change in leader and the end of Jake’s reign as olo’eyktan. The Suli Tseyeyk’itan family were leaving the clan as sky people threatened to hunt them. Revenge on Jake for something that happened nearly two decades ago. Neteyam had offered to let you stay with the clan while he left with his family. But you refused, reminding him that you were his mate, by his side forever. And if his family was in danger, you were included in that.

Neteyam pulled you up behind him onto his ikran and you easily wrapped your arms around his waist, head resting on the back of his shoulders. It was a position that you had been in before, taken on many flights by your mate from the day that he bonded with his flying beast.

But the pit in your stomach still reminded you of how different this would be. You were leaving your clan and the only family and life you had ever known. You knew that you would follow Neteyam to the ends of Pandora, but the change was still scary. You had no way of knowing what was to come with leaving your home, you had no idea what your new one would look like. Neteyam reached down and rested his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze as his ikran took off.

No two na’vi described the effects of mating the same, Eywa giving each couple a different way of connecting and understanding each other. For you and Neteyam, it seemed that it had given you both the ability to understand the deep emotions of each other. You could tell when he was stressed about the pressures of his future title and he could tell when your anxiety sunk deep into your bones. It was as if you could feel him in the depths of your being, an overlay on the edge of your soul.

So he knew, as you pressed your chest against him and felt the rush of the wind whistling past his ears, that you were afraid of what was to come. But with his hand pressed safely against your thigh, the warmth spreading from where the skin met, it reassured you that whatever happened he would be by your side and making things a little less scary.

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Neteyam always asserted that you were the most beautiful being he had ever seen. Even as a child, there was something about you that made him smile and desperate to hear your laugh. You had swum together many times in the various ponds around the Home Tree and Ayram alusing, but watching you rise out of the ocean, flicking water out of your braids with a shake and laughing with Tsireya, he could swear that he fell in love with you all over again.

“Bro,” Lo’ak smacked his chest, bringing his attention back to their ilu training, “she’s already your mate, you can stop the lovesick staring.” Neteyam hit him back, looking back over at you to see your attention already on him. You sent him a soft wave, which he happily returned with a smile.

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Despite Jake’s best attempt at keeping his family safe and keeping the war away, the need for vengeance from a man who was supposed to be long dead was too strong. All too quickly the sky people in their boat with their machines that killed tulkun with ease arrived.

You held onto the ilu tightly as you all raced to catch up with Lo’ak, the ocean spray whipping at you. You knew it was dangerous, leaving Awa’atlu, it was stupid and reckless but Lo’ak was determined to warn the tulkun he had bonded with.

You watched in awe as the giant creature rose from the ocean, eagerly greeting Lo’ak, who began to panic once noticing a red spear-like tracker in the beast’s shoulder. You wasted little time, standing up on the ilu and diving into the water, swimming over to help the boy pull the tracker out. Neteyam was close behind you, and he helped pull up the Metkayina teens who had come with you.

You heard Lo’ak radio their father while Kiri and Tuk climbed onto the tulkun and finally, as the sky people boat rounded the rocky bluff, the six of you pulled the tracker out.

“Go that way, I’ll draw them off.” Neteyam ordered, holding the tracker. As you opened your mouth to rebut, he cut you off. “Go with Tsireya. I’ll be okay.” You huffed at him, but obliged, swimming beside the girl and grabbing hold of her ilu’s saddle.

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You held onto the ilu as Lo’ak raced towards the rocky island with Neteyam leaning against him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, the way he wheezed with each breath. There was no way to explain it, but you could feel a heat blooming in your chest. You hadn’t seen him get shot, having been with Tsireya after she escaped the large ship, but you immediately knew, your mated connection through Eywa causing a phantom pain.

You could only watch as Spider and Tsireya guided Neteyam up to Jake, who helped them pull him onto the rocks. Jake rolled him onto his side to check for wounds before he laid him back. For a moment, he looked between you and Lo’ak who kneeled beside Neteyal, but quickly chose to take Lo’ak’s hands and had him apply pressure.

As Neteyam gasped for breath, you felt like you couldn’t catch your breath either. With shaky hands you took his, lowering yourself down so you could hold it to your mouth, staring up at him with glassy eyes.

His breaths grew shorter, more panicked, as Neytiri landed her ikran and fell to her knees between you and Lo’ak. Jake held his face as he reassured him that it would be okay, and you felt like your throat was closing. Then everything stopped, and Jake pulled his hand away from Neteyam’s cheek.

Everything sounded muffled, like you were underwater or had cups over your ears. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. It felt as though your lungs stopped taking in air and like someone was squeezing your heart. You couldn’t hear what Neytiri was saying as she shook Neteyam’s shoulders, you could only hear the anguish in her voice. You felt it in your chest as she screamed and Jake pulled her to his chest. You looked over as the sounds around you echoed to see Lo’ak staring down at his red-stained hands.

You rocked on your knees, internally pleading with Eywa to wake you up, give you a sign that this was a nightmare and the emptiness in your chest was a horrid lie. You didn’t bother wiping away any of your tears, barely noticing them as they rolled down your cheeks and met with the back of Neteyam’s hand, which you hadn’t moved from your lips in the hopes that it would twitch, that he would be alive.

Then, all at once, sound returned. And you screamed. Pained and desperate, your voice cracking. You dropped his hand and collapsed down into Neteyam’s chest, pleading with Eywa to let his heart start beating again. You could hear voices, Jake and Neytiri’s, but what they were saying didn’t register. All you could focus on as you sobbed was the hollow, empty feeling deep in your chest. You let out a pained wail as you sat up, turning to Jake as you felt his hand rest on your shoulder. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but closed it again, instead choosing to give you a soft, sad look.

You were left alone on the rocks with Neteyam as the others left to return to the ship and save the Sully daughters. You sat beside him cross-legged, and carefully pulled his head into your lap as if trying not to wake him from sleep. As gently as you could, you wiped away the blood staining his skin, wanting to erase all evidence that he was hurt, then you ran your fingers over his face, pushing his braids to the side and wiping away water and tears (both his and your own) from his star-speckled cheeks. Once you were satisfied, you gently closed his eyes.

Neteyam was always so beautiful as he slept, and you always loved the mornings when you would wake up before him leaving you able to roll over and stare at his peaceful expression. He would always get embarrassed when you told him he was pretty when he slept, the tips of his ears flushing pink.

“Ma Neteyam. Oeyä narlor muntxa si.” You pressed your lips to his forehead while you whispered to him. “Oeyä yawne. Please, come back to me. I cannot do this without you, I cannot live the rest of my life without you. You were supposed to be by my side forever.” You hiccuped as a sob broke out of you. You leaned back, staring up at the sky. “Great Mother, please. Please, do not take him from me, Great Mother.” You continued to sob and plead with Eywa and Neteyam’s heart as the boat exploded and a fire broke out.

The yellow-orange light reflected in your eyes and the tears that stained your cheeks. You barely registered the warmth, unable to feel without Neteyam.

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You swam with the Sully family, close to Jake and Neytiri as they carried Neteyam’s body toward the Metkayina’s cove of ancestors. You had no idea whether the salted damp permanently on your cheeks was your tears or the ocean as the two had long-since become one and the same. You barely ate, you barely spoke. Everything felt as though you were fighting quicksand, too much effort for you.

Jake and Neytiri had told you that you could swim his body down with them, but you refused, knowing that if you did, it was unlikely you would be able to bring yourself back to the surface without him.

You and Lo’ak stayed by each other’s side, your hand holding his in a desperate attempt to not take in a breath of water. He held out his other hand toward his brother, while you squeezed your fist to your chest hoping the pinch of your nails into your palm would let you feel more than just numb.

The glowing anemone reached out to Neteyam, pulling him down and into its warmth. His energy was being returned to Eywa. As the glow absorbed him you let out a sob, realising that he was gone. Your mate, the man who promised he would be by your side forever, was gone and had left you alone with a tightness in your throat and feeling as though there was part of your soul missing.

Once you made your way back to your marui, you returned to the place you had been laying since you returned to Awa’atlu after being separated from Neteyam; the mat you had shared with Neteyam in the corner and wrapped in the blanked you had brought with you from your home with the Omatikaya clan, the blanket that still smelled so much like your mate.

Every time you closed your eyes, Neteyam was there with his wide eyes and bright smile. You could still hear his laugh and feel his touch on your skin as you fell asleep. As you slept, you dreamt of the life you were supposed to have with him, by his side as you grew old together, starting your own family that would share the way he smiled and that look he got when he was flying on his ikran.

You let out a sob and it broke Neytiri’s heart to hear as she passed by. She had seen the way her mother suffered after her father’s death, knowing that the bond of a mate left the living feeling less than themselves. And she herself had nearly lost her Jake once, and that pain was all consuming. Knowing that pain and mixing it with the grief she felt over losing her son, she could only imagine how you felt, so young and without your mate.

Silently she entered, bowl of food in her hand. Neytiri knew you hadn’t eaten all day, and you were still a part of her family. She slowly crouched beside you and you jolted when you felt her hand on your shoulder. You sniffed, nose still blocked from the crying that never seemed to end, and looked down at the food she offered. You shook your head, having no appetite. Food would not solve the feeling that someone had opened your chest and removed your heart, the only solution to that was buried with the ancestors.

“My sweet,” her words were soft, and you looked up at her with teary eyes, “are you ready to go to the Spirit Tree?” In the weeks since his death, Neytiri and Jake asked you this question in variation every day, hoping that seeing him in Eywa would ease your grief. They had learned quickly that saying Neteyam’s name visibly broke your already shattered heart even further, even more than the question itself. Neither were sure how long it would take until you were ready, but both did their best to keep you afloat in your grief.

Every time you thought of him, it felt as though you had breathed in water, your lungs heavy and your throat tight. Your breaths came in heaves, every inhale an effort against the thick air of loss. It was rare you were seen outside of your marui, the darkness within keeping you captive.

But you surprised Neytiri when you slowly shrugged off the blanket and nodded. She blinked down at you, but quickly offered you her hand. You took it, accepting her help in pulling you to your feet, the weight on the unused limbs causing you to wobble slightly.

“I’m afraid.” Your voice was small, scratched from your tears and it’s lack of use.

“Of what?” Neytiri left a comforting hand on your back, knowing that you may collapse into your consuming grief.

“That the spirit with Eywa is from before we mated.” That was half true.

After Jake and Neytiri returned from the Spirit Tree, Jake had told you that the Neteyam he saw was from when he was younger. If you saw that version, he may not even know that you were together at all.

She hummed as your eyes itched. Neytiri knew you were hiding from her, and while she didn’t want to force your words, she wanted you to know that there was nothing to be ashamed of when it came to expressing your grief.

“And that I’ve forgotten his face.” That confession is what broke you, a whimpered sob breaking from your throat. “I see him everywhere and in everything. I see him when I sleep and I hear him when it’s quiet. But what if the face I remember isn’t the right one.” Neytiri stopped walking and guided you toward her in a hug. You cried freely as her hand ran circles on your back.

She didn’t need to speak, her presence enough. She was, in human terms, your mother-in-law, and she took that very seriously. You were her child, the mated soul of her son. Neytiri would protect you in every way she could and that included keeping you safe from self-destructing in your grief and comforting you in your fears.

You sucked in a shuddered breath and pulled yourself away from her, apologising for your tears that stuck to her skin. Neytiri waved you off and let you choose the direction to continue in: either back to your marui or toward the Spirit Tree.

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You sucked in a deep breath before bending at the waist and swimming down toward the glowing tendrils of the Metkayina clan’s Spirit Tree. The cool glow reflected off your skin and you squeezed your eyes closed as you reached behind you and took hold of your braided queue.

Eywa, please. Let me see My Neteyam again.

You were home again. Back in the deep forest, feet padding along the glowing moss. You pushed aside the familiar branches that revealed the clearing. Your clearing. The place of your first kiss, where he proposed, where you mated.

You looked around, already tearing up again (a seemingly constant state for you) at being home, when the sound of a pebble bouncing along the water met you. Your ears flicked toward the sound, and your head quickly followed.

Squatting by the pond, arm still extended from the throw, was Neteyam. You let out a short, shuddered breath at the sight of him, and you saw his ears flick.

He turned, eyes bright and smile warm, his chest showing no sign of the wound that took him from you. Neteyam was exactly as you saw him when you closed your eyes.

“Ma y/n!” At the sound of his voice, the tears broke free and his face dropped, immediately rushing over to you and bringing his hands to your upper arms. “Yawne, what’s wrong?” You shook your head, not wanting him to worry about you. He brought one hand to your chin and you leaned into it.

“I’m just-” your voice cracked, “I’m so happy to see you.” He tilted his head with a soft smile, leaning down to press his forehead against your own.

“I’ve missed you.” You felt his breath on your lips and more tears rolled down your flushed cheeks, though they were quickly wiped away by his thumb. You tilted your head to kiss him, ignoring the saltiness of the tears that stuck to your lips.

“I don’t want to leave you.” Your voice was wet with tears, and Neteyam leaned back to look at you.

“Yawne, I am always with you.” You shook your head but he continued to speak. “But you cannot stay here forever. Not yet.” Neteyam kissed you slowly, pouring out the love that he held for you and making up for the kisses you had missed since his death.

You opened your mouth to ask why not, but you felt a pain in your lungs. A pain that pulled you away from Neteyam and back to the ocean as your body begged for breath.

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tutubaarao · 3 months

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𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚔𝚞

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Among the shadows of the trees, it spotted agile and fleeting movements, revealing the figure of a teenage Na'vi running through the forest. With heightened senses and a stronger heartbeat, the winged creature observed closely, prepared to follow the young Na'vi and discover the reason for his nocturnal run.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ღ

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

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strongheartneteyam · 6 months

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so... AI is a blessing 🥲🙏🏻🤍 I present to you guys the art I made on Bing AI of Neteyam and Reader in Champagne Problems.

I'm so, so, so happy to see my story become even more alive through visual art 💕💕💕 you guys can picture yourselves as the reader OF COURSE. this is just how I picture her in my head. This art is helping me so much to have more inspiration to write the next and last chapter of this story that is so incredibly dear to my heart. 💛🧡💙🫀

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loveforneteyam · 1 year

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❝your mighty warrior❞ ( I. )

golden eyes

summary: you never thought you'd see your lover's golden eyes again. and when you did, he didn't recognize a single part of you. pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!reader wordcount: 2.8k contains: angst, major spoilers for atwow, mentions of character death, blood, memory loss, sad guilty lo'ak, lo’ak x reader is platonic! notes: the first part, here we go! if i get things with the timeline messed up just ignore it haha. my heart breaks for lo'ak in this, but i hope you all enjoy!

paskalin : term of endearment oeyä tìyawn : my love tanhí : small, bioluminescent freckles

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The water is still in the night. Its chaos—violent waves that crash and collide—disappears once the darkness blankets over the sky. The surface of the water reflects the stars, small freckles of light in the face of the ocean. Although gentle tides push and pull, the vast sea is silent as it sleeps.

There is a beat to be heard; a pulse from under the water, under the ocean floor, from the very core of Pandora. A strong, mighty rhythm that shakes the ground. But this heartbeat does not come from the Great Mother.

In the quiet of the night, the reflection of the sky in the ocean is disrupted. Calloused fingers break through the barrier, reaching past the thin veil. He grasps the air like a rope. The crown of his head splits the sea in half. The moon pulls him to her; his body, strong and powerful, ascends.

──

It was his mother who pressed his eyes closed when they were void of life. The blank face of your lover glared into your soul. The grip he had on your hand--desperately clinging onto you like it would heal the hole in his heart--vanished, and you were left to imagine his fingers were still intertwined with yours.

You remember the wave of realization on his father's face, how his ears slightly dropped and his bottom lip quivered when he noticed that the bullet had gone straight through his eldest son's chest. Crimson collected in his shaking palms. You knew then that there was nothing to be done. Nothing except to sit next to Neteyam, your prince, as his soul moved onto the Great Mother.

His funeral was inevitable. After the war was over, it was time for the Suli's to say goodbye. You stayed with his brother, Lo'ak's hands placed in yours, as Neteyam slowly sank deeper towards the ocean floor. His frame became smaller and smaller, until he was completely engulfed by luminescent tendrils. Your lover was no more.

The family struggled to carry on without him. You remained close with his siblings, thankfully. Kiri mourned by your side. For a time, it had been just her and Neteyam. He was born less than a month before her and she considered him to be her twin. Tuk was young, but old enough to understand, “He is with Eywa”.

Lo'ak, however, was almost never to be seen. If you managed to catch a glimpse of him, he was silent and reclusive. He even ignored Tsireya, who asked you multiple times if he was alright; you never had an answer.

Despite your great loss, the village of Awa'atlu continued on. Every morning, the fishermen and farmers rose early, the healers prepared their supplies, and the hunters readied their ilus to dive through the sea.

Life continued on as if Neteyam's soul had never been ripped out of your blood-soaked hands, as if his eyes had never looked their last to you. It broke your heart.

──

Although Jake Suli had finally recognized his youngest son for his true potential, it was too late. Lo'ak put the blame for Neteyam's death on himself. He accepted that he would forever carry that weight with him, no matter where he ran to or hid.

You knew that when he was nowhere to be found, he was somewhere far off in the sea on Payakan's fin. He stayed out late and missed ceremonies and Suli family meetings; it was Neteyam who always pushed Lo'ak to participate. But even when he laid underneath the stars on the back of Payakan, the ocean water gently lapping at his skin, the guilt still sat in his chest like the bullet in Neteyam's heart.

Without his older brother, Lo'ak ceased to exist. He refused to meet his eyes or even speak to his mother. He made himself an outcast before his family could. You recognized that the void in Lo'ak's life was the same one tearing you apart, so you felt that it was your responsibility to look after him.

"We must be strong," Neteyam had told you the night you left your home in the forest. You said goodbye to your family to be with him. He'd placed his palm over your heart. "In here."

It was eerie how you could still feel his touch as if he were right in front of you. Neteyam would've wanted you to stay strong for Lo'ak, and you would do anything to honor your mighty warrior.

Unfortunately, looking after Lo'ak wasn't easy when you could never find him. Two days had passed and you hadn't seen him once. You knew not to worry--Kiri noticed your concern and said she'd seen him with his tulkun just outside of the reef. "He didn't seem like he wanted to come back."

By that night, you'd given up. After a great feast held for the birth of Tonowari and Ronal's child, you separated yourself from the others and sat alone on a far-off shore. The ocean life illuminated the darkness around you, small specks of teal and gold light scattered in the water. Your feet had sunk into the wet sand as the calm waves kissed your ankles.

While the ocean held many wonders that continued to fascinate you, it left a bitter image burned into your memory.

There was fire off in the distance, gunshots and explosions, but they were all the least of your concern. You shook as you held his body in your arms. The water had turned violent, as if the Great Mother knew of the war taking place. Sharp, chaotic waves crashed against a rocky landing. Crimson pooled in the grooves of the rock, running down the sides to where it diluted in the vast sea.

You never allowed yourself to remember anything past that. The ocean had not redeemed itself just yet. You pulled your knees to your chest so your feet were out of the water. The silence of the night would never be peaceful; if it was quiet enough, you could still hear his voice in your ear.

Fortunately, the silence broke. Soft footsteps in the sand were trailing towards you, and wide, golden eyes met your small frame. Lo'ak had not expected you so far away from the village, alone, at night. "(y/n)," he froze. "What're you doing here?"

"Lo'ak," you let out a breath of relief that you'd been holding for the past few days. You stood and brushed the sand off of your legs. "I've- We've been looking for you. Your mother and father have been so worried."

He frowned at the mention of his family--of his father. He refused to even imagine what they could possibly think of him. "I was just out," Lo'ak tried to dismiss the topic and swiftly walked past you, his shoulder barely brushing yours. "I'm fine."

The remnants of your heart cracked once again. Even when a hand reached out for him, grasping onto his fingertips, he'd pull away. The fear of rejection--the thought of placing his trust in someone with only betrayal in return--was too great. Lo'ak would abandon others before they could abandon him.

"Lo'ak, please." your hand gently grabbed his shoulder to turn him back to you. He stood a few inches over you and refused to look down to meet your eyes.

There was a soft spark in his chest, and you could see the flame beginning to grow. "What do you want, (y/n)?" He retorted with a sigh.

"You know what it is, Lo'ak." You brushed your hand down his arm to meet his palm. You placed his own hand on top of his heart. He sighed, breath laced with heavy regret and guilt. Lo'ak knew that whatever he'd been hiding for the past few months would be coming up right there in front of you.

He practically collapsed onto the sand, feet set in the water and arms wrapped around his legs, but he quickly pulled himself away from the shore, just like you had earlier, once the memories began to feel too real. You sat right by his side and looked off to the dark horizon. The two of you stared with broken hearts. "Have you gone to see him?"

There was silence, apart from the gentle lapping of the waves and the village in the distance. "No," he regretfully looked down at his lap. "Have you?"

You shook your head, "No." Your response wasn't much better.

For as much as the two of you missed him, neither of you had gone to the Spirit Tree like the rest of the Suli family. The only images of Neteyam that you had left were the memories still burned into your vision. “I’m afraid to forget him,” Lo’ak admitted. He bit the inside of his cheek. “But I’m too scared to see him again.”

You looked to him with sympathetic eyes. For the first time since his brother’s death, Lo’ak broke. Three tears left a trail down his face to where they dropped off his skin and onto the sand. “I don’t know much about spirits,” you began. You set a firm, reassuring hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder. “But Neteyam loved us with all his heart. Even as he rests with the Great Mother, he loves us.”

He tried to nod along to your words as if he would better believe them. Lo’ak gently gasped before a quiet, broken sob left his throat, “I know it’s my fault.” His shoulders heaved. “If I hadn’t made him go back for Spider or- or if I stayed behind instead of him..”

“Oh, Lo’ak,” you cooed, turning towards him and engulfing him in a hug. He leaned his forehead down onto your shoulder. This was the first comfort he’d felt in months. “We can’t tell ourselves those things.”

His tears collected on your skin. “My brother,” he whimpered, “is gone.”

Your fingers gently caressed the back of his head, tracing over his braids. You shushed him, “There’s nothing we can do.” How could you affirm this to Lo’ak when you couldn’t even accept it yourself? You pulled away so you could look him in the eyes.

“I miss him too much.” Lo’ak wept.

Holding his face between your gentle hands, you nodded. Together, your tears soaked the sand beneath you; the two of you could’ve created an entire ocean. “I miss him, too, paskalin.” Your thumb soothed cheek and wiped away the tears from his eyes. “But we must stay strong for him.

“All we can do is remember. One day, we’ll be strong enough to see him, I know it. But for now, we must be strong,” You put your hand over his heart. The beat of his soul turned steady; you remembered how Neteyam’s slowed to a stop, and for the first time since his death, you pushed the memory away without a single tear. “In here.”

Lo’ak closed his eyes and calmed his breath, allowing the feeling of your palm on his skin to soothe him. He’d opened himself and poured out his heart. Now, he could heal.

The night continued on, and you stayed with Lo’ak throughout the dark reign. He could take however long he needed. You would comfort him through whatever war he created in his mind. The tide came in, brushing water against your knees, but the two of you remained.

Finally, he opened his eyes. “We should return to the village.” Before, Lo’ak spoke bluntly with a dismissive mask to cover how broken he truly was. Now, his voice was firm and strong.

“Are you sure?” You warned. He stood and you cautiously rode with him.

His hands, which had been balled in tense fists, released themselves. Lo’ak nodded, “I’ve been too focused on my brother that I’ve forgotten the rest of my family. Do you think they’ll forgive me?”

With a sweet, proud smile, you offered, "They already have."

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The path back to the village was peaceful given that you and Lo'ak had come to terms with your grief. He had warned you that his parents would most likely be angry when you returned since it'd been hours since they'd last seen you and days since they'd seen him. You'd consoled him, "We'll get through it together."

It was strange that in Neteyam's absence, you and Lo'ak were able to replace the void with each other. Although he was only a year younger, you'd always felt a sisterly love for him, the same way that you felt for Kiri or Tuk. Now that your connection with Lo'ak had healed, maybe you could too.

Life ahead was beginning to look a little brighter in that moment as you walked on the shore.

But your peace was short-lived.

The village was close enough that you could see the pods, docks, and several Metkayina men with glowing lanterns that noticed you and Lo'ak approaching. They called out and, together, the two of you rushed to them.

"What is wrong?" Lo'ak prodded, trying to look past their broad shoulders at the commotion that was collecting in the village.

You tried as well but they were too tall compared to you. "You must come with us," one of the men said. The flames in the lanterns gently flickered but you could well enough see Kiri running in the distance. Her eyes were wide with fear like she'd seen a ghost.

"Kiri!" You exclaimed.

She pushed past the men and, out of breath, embraced Lo'ak. "Brother!" There were tears falling from her eyes, only you had expected her to happily cry at the sight of Lo'ak. Instead, she wept. "You must come. Come, (y/n)."

Kiri led you both back to the village, the men following after you to provide light. Almost every person in Awa'atlu--man, woman, young, and old--crowded near the shore. They yelled and gasped, cursing and praying. The three of you struggled to push past everyone, accidentally stepping on tails and toes and bumping elbows and shoulders.

Everyone seemed to look at you and Lo'ak with sympathy. Lo'ak sensed it as well, and looked just as confused as you were.

The crowd was like a hurricane, and in the center, the eye was calm. Jake and Neytiri kneeled on the ground, Tuk crying into her father's arm. Tonowari, Ao'nung, and a collection of soldiers held the people back. Ronal sat across from Neytiri, muttering a prayer with her eyes shut. Kiri ran to her mother's side. Tsireya rushed to Lo'ak as he collapsed.

Your heart stopped.

On the ground, where the ocean met the sand, a figure laid. He had strong legs and arms, a strapping abdomen, and calloused palms and fingers. There was a scar on the outside of his right thigh. Tanhì scattered across his body like the constellations reflected on the ocean.

Your prince. His ghost would forever haunt you. What had you done wrong? What had you done for the Great Mother to curse you like this? Just as you could feel your wounds beginning to heal, your heart crumbled again.

You fell to your knees, placing your hand over your mouth to cover the ear-splitting wail you released. You could fully see your Neteyam now. Just as you had remembered it, but his eyes were gently shut. Neytiri cried alongside you, and your heart almost broke even further until you heard her whisper, "Thank you, Great Mother. Thank you."

What was she grateful for? Jake noticed your confusion, and with a hopeful smile, he took your hand and placed it on Neteyam's heart. Underneath the weight of your palm, you felt a gentle pulse. A steady, soft rhythm that rocked your core. Your tears stopped, a cry stuck in your throat.

You looked down to his body and gasped. "Oeyä tìyawn," you whispered out to him, hoping he would hear it. Through just two words, your voice called out to him.

Golden eyes, that you thought you would never see again, opened.

His father gasped; his mother laughed; his sisters cheered, and his brother bowed with his forehead touching the ground. Neteyam's mighty heartbeat reached across Pandora.

"Ma 'Teyam," you smiled. You could taste your own tears as they reached the corners of your mouth. For the first time in months, you weren't crying from a split in your heart--you cried at the feeling of it healing. You were foolish to think the Great Mother would curse you. "Thank you, Great Mother."

Only two minutes had passed until you noticed the laughter and cheers of others had disappeared. The night had become silent again. Your smile fell when you recognized that Neteyam had not yet embraced you. In fact, he stayed frozen on the ground.

His eyes were still open, but they were wide and full of fear. Tuk reached for his hand, and he quickly pulled away with a scared gasp. He flinched when his own mother caressed his cheek. "Neteyam," she pleaded. Finally, his eyes met yours. You looked to him with desperate affection, practically shooting beams of love towards him. Your stomach dropped when you noticed it.

Your prince did not know who you were.

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loaksbitch · 1 year

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stepbro!neteyam pretty upset after he caught you flirting with rotxo and taking you far from the village and fucks you stupid. — (so y’all want more stepbro!neteyam content huh? alright.)

warnings – tw: stepcest, 20!neteyam, explicit, kinda mean neteyam, standing sex, you say no but you body betrays you, rough sex, spit kink if you squint, size difference, neteyam saying “mine, all mine, pretty girl.”, tummy pressing, possessive neteyam, marking-ish, finger intertwining/lacing because i find it so cute, kissing, biting… that’s it, so lmk your thoughts! wc — 1.5k

“want you to say my name.” — neteyam sully (⨳)

when neteyam suddenly said he wants to go hunting with you, you didn’t know he said he was going to hunt you. at least not until he has you pressed against one of the trees of the forest.

“ne-neteyam,” you whisper, a slight winch leaving you when you’re roughly pinned against the tree. “neteyam what’re you doing?” your voice was barely there, breath quickening with excitement but the man behind you only gave you a heavy grunt.

“you know exactly what i’m doing.” he spits, roughly tugging on your loincloth and untying it. neteyam’s mind was busy with thinking about what happened earlier. how you were silly enough to laugh and be touchy with another man after you both had an argument.

he never minded anything you did with the boys, oh no he really did not care but something was different about you today, especially when you kept glancing at neteyam before giggling and getting touchy with the boy you just met few days ago.

that fucking got him furious.

“neteyam…” you start but neteyam groans behind you, pushing his head into the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. “don’t ask anything.” he spits, adjusting your hips before he was removing his clothes off of him.

“all i want to hear you is moan my name right now.” he was serious serious when he said it.

you gulp down your nervousness, feeling your step brother’s hand caressing your stomach sweetly, you were both far away from the village but it was still close to get caught. you feel him slip his way down to your slit and gently fondle with your nub.

you’re now grabbing on his wrist which only makes the man behind you lowly grunt to your hair. “what?” he asks, still rubbing on your clit. your eyes close, throat drying out from taking deep breath, “we can’t…” before you finish, neteyam stops you.

“yes we can, now fucking stop squirming.” despite your firm hold on his wrist, neteyam still manages to stroke on your folds, sliding over your clit.

“oh,” you mewl when neteyam grinds himself on your ass, “i want to hear you moan my name, princess.” your knees buckle when he keeps flicking, pinching and tugging on your swollen bud. “my name only.”

“neteyam,” you breath and your step brother nods, “that’s right, say it again.” you fulfil his desire, moaning out his name before you’re reaching behind and palming him. “oh fuck,” he coaxes, grinding his growing bulge to your palm.

“feel that baby,” he chuckles behind you, “feel how this fat cock is ready for you?” you whimper at his words. he was going to be the death of you. neteyam was big in your hands, you can feel how large he is and throbbing for attention.

you suddenly feel his large hand gripping your jaw and turning your neck to him. “kiss me.” he demands and you almost fall. neteyam chuckles, noticing the effect he has on you and how you would have fallen if it wasn’t for his tight grip.

you obligate, kissing him like you’re starving for him. neteyam moans to the kiss, a slight whimper leaving him.

you place your hands on the tree trunk as a leverage when neteyam grips your jaw as he kisses you roughly while his other hand was adjusting your hips in front of him. he slips his fingers out and stare at you when he’s bringing them to his mouth.

your eyes are lazily open when you see him lick his finger clean and leaning to give your open mouth a peck. neteyam smiles at your state, tucking your hair strands behind your ear. “you’re so pretty.” your heart flutters.

he was now telling you to hold on to the tree, letting you know he’s going to fuck you insane. “arch your back.” you hear him and and you do as you’re told. “that’s it, good girl.” you clench on air when he says that.

“i’m going to fuck you.” he tells you and you nod, “please” you whimper, making the man’s heart swell. he ghosts his tip over your opeing and you flutter your eyes shut. neteyam groans, “let me look at those eyes when i fuck you.” he lowly mutters and your inside tightens.

“neteyam!” you whine, feeling him teasing and circling the opeing of your cunt. “impatient girl.” he laughs which almost makes you lose it. “you want it that much?” he watches the back of your head as you nod shamelessly.

“how do you want it?” he asks and you’re fast to speak, “rough.” you gasp when you feel him fist on your hair, “yeah?” he promots and you nod, gulping down loud. “please netey— OOH!l you scream when he pulls you by your hair, sinking his cock to the hilt and going flush against your ass.

“you want it like this? yeah baby, you want me to fuck you like this?” he was snapping his hips violently, knocking every breath out of you. your one hand holding onto the trunk, the other reaches to his hips, slightly pushing him away so he could at least give you time to adjust.

“take it all, you asking for it.” his mind was in craved with the thought of you and rotxo. he leans to run his nose up and down to the side of your face. “you wanted me to ruin you princess, don’t push me away.” he slaps your hand away, his grip on your hair getting tighter. “nete!” you cry out, feeling him reach deep in you.

you feel the pulsing of his cock in you, hardening with every thrust he fucks into you. you roll your hips against him and neteyam’s ear point down. “ah, yes fuck yeah do that again.” he pushes your confidence and you roll your hips against him again.

“shit,” he looks down to when you both are tied, loving the way your slick nectar was all over him. “you’re so fucking wet.” he says, gripping onto your hips and pulling you to meet his thrust.

“you know how you ended up here?” neteyam randomly asks but you’re too tired to even say a word. “i’m talking to you.” he completely draws away from you, only his tip penetrating you. “‘teyam, please…” you beg, too focused on riding out your orgasm.

“you just can’t go around and tease me like that, not with a boy you just met.” he pulls you to him, making you forcefully fuck him back. your eyes are close again and neteyam hisses, “open your eyes.” you hesitate but eventually open them.

his amber eyes were staring at you, sweat rolling from his temple. you can see his white freckles glow under the dim of the sky.

“i want you to feel me inside you when you walk around for days.” he gently but temptingly bites on your ear. “remember for i made you feel when you ran away with your little boys club.” he moans to your ear as his hand that was on your hip slides to your tummy.

your pupil contrasts when he presses on your pelvis, feeling how he is grazing your walls with his girth length. his other hand that fisted on your hair lets you go, rubbing your shoulder before gliding his way to your small hand.

you feel neteyam lacing his hand with yours, fingers intertwined and pinning you to the tree. “i’ve got you, you can cum.” he whispers, reassuring you constantly that you’re taken care of.

“oh great mother.” you breathe when you feel him press harder on your tummy where his cock is bulging out.

“nete..i’m gonna—“ you can’t even say a full sentence when your tears are glistening and you’re cumming all over him. the skin slapping was getting louder as he abused your soaking cunt. “shit, i’m close.” he tells you, feeling his stomach tighten and ready to let go.

neteyam growls against your cheek, both yours and his hands laced to one another. “cum for me.” you give him a last push. neteyam’s brows were knitted when he pulled out, biting his lips when he spilled onto your ass, thighs and the grass you both stood on.

“this was amazing.” he says and you hum, too spent to even say a word. “you’re mine, you know.” he watches you blink, clearing your mind and freeing your hand from his grip. “all mine, pretty girl.” you smile at his words, saying nothing and deciding to clean yourself.

he watches you walk to the nearest shore and walk deep in the water before you start to move your arms and swim to the edge of the sea.

neteyam just decides to follow you, leaving his and your loincloth behind before going into the water you just walked in.

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lovemyavatar · 1 year

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Not Enough

Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

as requested, a continuation of this drabble

warnings: angst, fwb, hurt-no-comfort

Neteyam is seething.

A hot spark of anger courses through him, makes his stomach churn with discomfort. His tail swishes from side to side, the soft tip curling at his spine. His jaw grinds so harshly, if his mind wasn’t already racing, he’d fear that his teeth would snap under the force.

Narrowed eyes watch your every movement. Track the most minute of changes in your expression as you talk with another Na’vi. A Na’vi he’s told you several times to stay away from.

His fingers ball into fists at his hips, lips pursing to prevent him from calling out to you. As much as it pains him, he’s willing to stay here. To watch the scene unfold from a distance with the silent promise to question you about it later.

That is, until you touch him.

In an instant, he’s charging forward, closing the distance between you without hesitation. He mutters some flimsy excuse about his father needing to speak with you, as a firm hold circles your arm.

He misses the way your lips twitch into a satisfied smirk at his back. The way your tail perks to attention and sways happily as he drags you into the trees, toward a secluded area the two of you have become very familiar with.

When he’s sure you’re far enough from prying ears, he drops your arm, whipping around so harshly you’re forced to take a step back. He glowers at you, chin dipping as a searing glare penetrates your very being.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” His voice drops to a low hiss, malice dripping from every word.

Your ears fall, tucking against your head at the harsh words. You knew he’d be angry, of course, that was the goal. But you didn’t expect to see a flicker of sadness pooling within bright golden, dampening the color in a way that has your heart cinching in your chest.

“What was I supposed to do? You’ve been ignoring me for days.” A hint of desperation slips through as you take a tentative step forward.

It’s been almost a week since your last conversation. A conversion that left both of you in tatters. It’s the longest you’ve gone without speaking since the beginning of your…agreement.

It feels wrong. Leaves a painful hallowness in your chest, the whispers of uncertainty clawing so raggedly at your insides that you couldn’t take it for a moment longer. You had to do something. Anything to get him to snap, to acknowledge you again.

His head bows, a rough sigh falling from his lips. His eyes pinch closed, conflicting thoughts warring in his mind. He wants nothing more than to pull you close, to make this right and move on as if nothing happened.

But his bruised heart can’t take it. Can’t handle this back and forth any longer. Not without some clarity, some assurance that this is all going somewhere, that he hasn’t been wasting his time for the past year.

Slowly, his head lifts, glimmering eyes meeting yours. His heart thrums harshly, painfully, between his ribs.

“I don’t think I can continue this…this arrangement with you.” His voice is low, a solemn whisper rather than a fierce declaration.

You gape at him, lips parting with shock. Breath lodges in your throat, stomach flipping. Your hands are jutting toward him before your mind can catch up, skin aching to feel his.

“What are you saying?” Your eyes search his as you close what’s left of the distance, only a few inches separating you now.

“Y/N, I—I can’t…I can’t accept half of you any longer. It’s tearing me apart.” Long fingers slot through yours, grip firm as they pull you closer.

Moisture blurs your vision as his words settle in. You’re exactly where you want to be, front brushing his with every breath, tails wrapping around each others hips, but it doesn’t bring the comfort you’ve come to expect.

His admission makes your heart clatter in your chest, has your brows furrowing with denial as you peer up at him hopefully.

“I want you by my side. As my mate.” He releases one of your hands, pressing your open palm directly over his racing heart.

Your eyes fall closed, chin dropping as a wave of emotion nearly knocks you off balance. His offer hits you square in the chest, adds another fissure to an already battered heart. A ragged breath leaves trembling lungs, a rouge tear slipping down your cheek.

It’s an offer you’ve heard before. Deep in the throes of passion, he’s asked this of you. It was easy to brush off then, to make him feel good and forget the impossible words that’d carelessly wedged between you.

It’s never been like this. Never been a sincere plea, desperation so heavy in his tone that it’s impossible to ignore. Impossible to move on from without confronting the truth.

“‘Tey…you know it’s not that simple.” Glassy eyes blink up at him, willing him to understand.

Your hold on him tightens just a fraction before he yanks it away, lurching back as if you’ve burned him.

“I’ll make it real simple. I want all of you, or nothing.” He’s turned cold, the burning emotion behind his eyes gone without a trace as he plasters on a practiced mask of indifference.

A quiet whimper is the only sound between you. Turmoil claws at your insides, leaves you broken and marred, but there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You can’t deny reality, can’t postpone the inevitable any longer.

It’s time to put the fantasy to rest.

“Neteyam,” His name is a desperate sound on your quivering lips. “Don’t…don’t make me—”

Shaky hands reach for him, just as he turns away, a rough scoff echoing through the trees. A sob wracks your chest, legs sprinting to catch up with his hurried pace. You barely manage to snag one of his arms, forcing him to stop just before he disappears within dense vegetation.

“I cannot be Tsahik! And I cannot let you ruin your life for me!” You wail, uncaring that you’re laying it all out, presenting yourself bare for him to shatter.

But I can’t let you go, you want scream, but the words lodge in your throat with a wave of rising heartache.

A deep hiss only adds to your pain, draws a thick crack in your resolve as he rips his skin from yours again.

“Then I guess we’re done here.” He towers over you, accenting the promise with a heady glare that pierces through your remaining composure.

He stalks away briskly, tail thwacking low hanging leaves as it violently jerks from side to side. Despair settles into your chest, weighing like heavy stones that drag you toward the earth. Your knees buckle, unable to support your trembling form for a moment longer.

Rough sobs echo through the forest. It feels as if your pain stretches for miles, as the sounds of Pandora drown your sorrow. You remain there for many hours, broken and battered beyond repair, praying to the Great Mother for the strength to continue on without him.

Without the love of your life.

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Two hearts on the floor— one mine, both yours. (And when he died, the sun was buried with him)

You can’t seem to get over it— him.

Content and warning: Neteyam x Reader! Mentions of death. This is purely angst, trust me it does not get better haha good luck

“I want to go home,” You applied pressure to the bleeding wound, eyes never leaving his. Time was a ticking bomb and any second now could be the last so you pleaded— begged! Not now Eywa, you cried, don’t take my darling like this.

His cold hand gripped your wrist tightly, the other on Lo’ak and it only made you shudder in disbelief. The waves hit violently towards the shore and it was difficult to keep track of the voices; a mourning mother, the regret of a brother, and the mistake of Jake Sully— all from the loss of a first born. On top of that, your heart broke loudly that it became inaudible, like white noise growing higher and higher.

“Dad, I” He faltered and then, no more.

☆

“You still with me?” Neteyam tilted his head near yours, worry etched along the creases of his forehead. It was unlike you to be so quiet, especially in escapades with him during eclipses. Times like these were rare, given the responsibilities you both shouldered and the multiple eyes strictly watching over you.

“Sorry, what was it?” You asked, a sudden sting running through your head making you grimace.

“I said, I wanna finally tell my father,” Guilt immediately seized your insides; he was bawling his heart out and you had only spaced out. What was that gut-wrenching sting just then that had taken a piece of your mind?

“I’ve always been so conflicted when I’m not even supposed to— Heck, I’m only thirteen. I thought,” He palmed his face harshly, sighing deeply right after. “I thought I had it good, having Toruk Makto as a father. Five year old me was the proudest, if not a bit boastful too.”

A depressing pause followed after, his shagged breath growing deeper by the second, as if he carefully plucked the words already long buried. Neteyam wasn’t always the mighty warrior everyone drew him to be; he was a coward— terribly scared of what his father would say when his first born denies him of his demands.

“But now, there’s this huge difference that draws the line between being the Toruk Makto and a father and I deeply miss the latter.”

If people could hear how your heart cracked just now, it would bellow throughout pandora. You embraced him tightly, and he let out another sigh that sounded like it was plucked from the deepest pit of his stomach— like he carried all the problems of the world. Poor boy, only wanted what was best.

“I see you, my yawne.” You caressed his cheeks and he took the moment to fully bask in the heat of your palm. How long has it been when someone touched him like this? It was always you that gave him great comfort and he was grateful. “Your father will understand, so help knock some sense onto him, yes?”

He chuckled. “I see you too, ma y/n.”

“Neteyam?” He hummed in response and you felt it vibrate through your body. You love him deeply and you’d do anything to help carry the burden, “I feel you, always.”

☆

It dawned you, he never had the chance to tell Jake.

You wake up, eyes still adjusting to your dim surroundings. It was night still and hearing the sound of harsh waves hitting the shore in the distance fluxed your insides with familiar anguish— had it really been two years since then? You couldn’t tell. Making your way out your pod, you weren’t at all surprised seeing a figure sitting by the sand. Slowly, you sat with him, making your presence known with a soft hi.

“Him again?”

“I would be a big fat liar if I said it didn’t bother me anymore” you chuckled, remembering the countless times you’ve had this conversation already. It was almost like a routine at this point— finding Lo’ak here, talking about him, seeking comfort in each other’s pain. “I don’t think I could ever unlearn him, Lo’ak. I have loved him a bit too much and now I have to stomach it for every day to come.”

“I’m sorry,” For a minute, his mouth stayed agape and deprived of any words. He debated if he should say more instead of lousy apologies, but it was all he had; Lo’ak kept mountains of apologies— sorry for being a trouble child, sorry for not listening, sorry for not doing better. The list would go on and on, but he would never get the chance to get it out his chest so it continued to pile. He sighed, dropping his head.

“It’s not your fault, Lo’ak” You say it again like every other time, but you meant it always. He only hummed in response. You sat in silence with only the noise out for company. It was peaceful like this; no more war, no reprimanding, and no bickering— but at what cost?

“My prayers that night be damned— all of it.” You stood up after hours of watching the water sway indefinitely, legs wobbling from it being idle for a while. It isn’t as heavy anymore, you’ve realized; the conversations weren’t as long unlike before and it’s been long since you have both confided in each other with tears. Maybe it has been two years. “I’m going back to bed, you should allow yourself to rest too, okay?”

“Hey, y/n?” He called out after only taking a few steps.

“Yes?”

“I feel you, always.”

☆

And when you slept, of course it was him again. It was always Neteyam. You were back to the familiar greenery and atmosphere

“You don’t look so pleased for someone who’s been dying to hunt with me all this week,” He laughed, but the way your lips quivered alarmed him so he quickly made his way towards you. “What’s wrong, why are you crying?”

And he seemed so young, you noticed. Dreams aren’t always this vivid; sometimes it fades into blur and a few comes in fleeting sights, but today he stood so real. Only now you felt embarrassed of how you looked— hair unbraided and unruly, posture restless, and you probably looked older— more mature. It was like time only worked for you while he stayed ethereal. It stung how this might continue on and on until you appear all gray and tired. He never became Olo’eyktan and he never became your mate. Funny how he’d forever stay as a child without ever feeling the joy of being one.

“If it was Eywa’s will to take you away from me, then why do you still come back?” You traced his face and its features; the dots and the stripes of his skin. You desperately pictured him over and over, afraid that you would someday forget how he looked like and his entirety would contort to nothing but a distant haze. “I do not feel you anymore, Neteyam, please come home to me.”

“What are you talking about? I’m here, you’re here,” Neteyam swept a few strands of locks behind your ears. He started to feel uneasy and was debating if hunting would be a good idea while you seemed under the weather. “We’re home, always been.”

This was compensation, you thought. The great mother must have taken pity for her to send Neteyam to infiltrate your dreams every night and you were beyond desperate. You shook your head, hugging him as close as you can. “Sorry, just had another bad dream this morning.”

“We are home, Neteyam, always.”

☆ mauve here! i present to you *drum roll* neteyam angst because GOD DAMN I CANNOT GET OVER IT I HATE EVRYONE I HATE YOU JAMES FOR KILLING HIM AND AND AND

the title (and when he died, the sun was buried with him) will be a series of me mourning over his death haha so buckle up. mauve out! ☆

#mauve writes ☆#neteyam sully #Neteyam #neteyam x reader #angst #avatar #Neteyam Sully angst #atwow #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam angst

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iadoreneteyam · 1 year

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it belongs to you

title: it belongs to you

character: neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan x metkayina! reader

type: angst with no happy ending

translations: oel ngati kameie- i see you, fnepe- what, yuey- beautiful

song: fool by frankie cosmos

inspired by: dangerously yours podcast

summary: Neteyam has kept your relationship with him a secret because unbeknownst to you he is promised to someone else. Someone back home.

Neteyam felt the water take over his body thigh down, the water was shallow, he partially wished it was deeper than it was so he could drown himself in it. He wanted to feel the water take over his body and when he dove his head in he could see the fish circle around him in curiosity and then dash away at the slightest touch of his hand. He loved doing that. It was something that would happen every time he did it, which is why he loved doing it, it was something constant. Back in his old clan he did the same thing everyday without missing a single step, but since he left he felt his whole life was thrown out of it’s usual orbit.

Someone had thrown him off in particular, you. He wasn’t used to this, he wasn’t used to the that butterflies thrash around violently in his stomach begging to escape, he wasn’t used to nervousness of riding on Ilus with you, he wasn’t used to the sting of jealously he got when he saw Aonung or Roxto talking to you, hell he felt it even when you helped Lo’ak with his breathing techniques before Tsireya stepped in. To some degree he understood what these things meant for him, but he had someone. Someone he should be feeling these things for, someone he had felt those feelings for.

Neteyam liked repetition and when you messed up his routine he wasn’t sure if he liked it. He knew he had someone who stayed the same, did the same things, and had the same feelings. He didn’t know how to feel about that now. Had he lost interest? Had he gotten bored?

No! Impossible! He had spent hours trying to find her the prettiest rocks and trying to bead her the prettiest necklaces. Had all that time now gone to waste all because he had stepped out of comfort zone a bit? His hand subconsciously reached up to his neck, touching a necklace made of shells you had collected so you could show him a new necklace technique your mother had shown you.

He remembered he hadn’t seen you at all that day, so much so, he started to become worried. When he had finally seen you it was close to the eclipse and he had given you tight hug, calming his worries. You had rambled about finding some of the prettiest shells you’ve ever seen. When you showed them to him he could tell you had to dive deep to get them. The excitement and passion in your eyes as you talked drew Neteyam in. He hated when he had to leave you.

“Teyam.” He felt your hand softly grip his shoulder and nuzzle your nose in his neck. He hadn’t felt you come up to him but he was glad you did. He immediately did the same to you, nose nuzzled into your curly hair. Your voice came out as a slight whisper, it comforted him beyond belief. Eywa he loved to here that sound.

He started to feel the familiar rumble in his chest of a purr. He knew you liked it when he did that. The response he always got in return was the best part, a small smile and a kiss on his neck. His mind started to drift back to his home, the girl he is promised to. He had to tell you. He had to let you know.

He couldn’t bare to keep the secret in much longer. His mother made it clear that despite the sudden move that this girl was still his promised mate, no matter what happened. He felt his subconsciousness yelling at him to tell you the truth. He was practically arguing with himself. Tell her the truth? He asked himself. So what? She you could look at him through tears instead of love. No..no Neteyam let her believe. Let her continue to pretend.

“oel ngati kameie, teyam.” He couldn’t bring himself to say it back to you.

Neteyam moved you to a secluded spot, he felt so out in the open with you before despite no one being near. No one saw you to together, ever, not even a small glance shot your way, even if you were shooting them at him. “Yuey” Neteyam brushed his hand up and down your back. You giggled and moved your head up to look at him. “I can say the same for you, Teyam,”

You placed small kisses on his chest eventually meeting his lips “Or should I say, mighty warrior?” You placed a soft kiss on his lips that he quickly returned. His hands stopped rubbing your back and moved them to your hips, gripping it like he was afraid you would disappear, afraid you would leave him. He slipped his tongue into your mouth causing a small whine to erupt from your throat. He loved those sounds.

As much as he wished the moment would last forever, he knew, in the back of his head he knew he had to say something. “My love, I must confess something to you.” This is it, this is the moment he had been dreading. “What is it Teyam?” Your voice made his ears perk up. Did he really want to do this?

“I-i..” No... no Neteyam, you don’t get to back out of this! You can’t back out of this! “I am promised to another- back home.” His voice came out smooth, so smooth you almost disregarded the massive bomb he had just dropped. “Fnepe?” Your voice had become shaky, Neteyam watched as tears welded in your tear ducts. This is what he had be trying to keep you from.

The way your ears went down in sadness, he watched as one of them quickly twitched back up and then flat back onto your head as you went to speak again. “Answer me, Teyam. Please.” Your voiced cracked as you spoke. “Back home I am promised to someone else.” Neteyam spoke slower. You opened your mouth to speak but Neteyam cut you off.

“If I don’t be with her I betray my family. You know what my family means to me, how dear they are to me.” Neteyam grabbed your hand and kissed it before holding it against his heart. “Is she dearer than I,” Neteyam watched you look up at him, your eyes well beyond glossed over. “No, my love, she will never be dearer than you.” Neteyam placed his hand on your cheek, caressing your face, he leaned in to kiss you before you pushed him off.

You flashed your fangs at him. “You lied to me, you spent your days deceiving me!” Your face begin to gently fall out of it’s vicious look. “All the time we spent together was nothing but a lie, nothing but pretend.” Hot tears continued to stream over your rounded cheeks.

“You let me pretend that we could up together!” You punched him in the chest and he took it. He had expected this. “You- you will never be mine! You don’t think every time I saw you and you refused to look at me that I thought this was nothing but pretend! I should have known this was all fake! All pretend!” Neteyam grabbed you effectively blocking your next punch to his torso.

“I wasn’t! I was as honest with you as I knew how to be, my love!” Neteyam had a tight grip on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him in the eye. His eyes searched for something in you ocean blue ones. “And I love you so much I had to let us play pretend with each other, “ he paused “Because you brought something to my days I just couldn’t bear the thought of losing, my love.”

Neteyam voice was much quieter now almost a whisper. Neither of you yelling at each other, rage no longer consumed your heart, just sadness. You couldn’t bear to look at him any longer. You couldn’t bear to be in his presence. Once you got away from his hold you began to walk away from him.

“My heart belongs to you, my love!” He grabbed your wrist pulling you back into him. “Consider this me handing it back to you, Neteyam.” You broke away from him and walked away from him. You left him standing there to think about your words. The mere add on of the first two letters of his name coming from you made him feel sick. Did you hate him?

The glances you now shoot at him were gone, now he was the one shooting them at you. The two of you no longer met up in closed off areas to cuddle. You didn’t drag him some where far away so you could make out with him. He could no longer hold you, no longer kiss you, no longer becoming the victim of your rambles about your dreams. He would always tell you to do whatever your heart desired, to follow it. Now on the rare occasion you addressed him with his full name, he was no longer Teyam. Oh, Great Eywa, How could you treat him like this!

Neteyam made an effort to find you tonight. He needed to talk to you and to see you look at him, even just for a second. He found you at the edge of the reef, kicking your legs your legs in the water and looking at the sky. Eywa, you looked pretty. He could tell you had just gotten out of the water because the way your curly hair dripped down your back and the curly strands stuck to your face.

“A shooting star, my love.” Neteyam’s voice pulled you out of your trance. You quickly stood up and tried to go on your way but Neteyam stopped you. “Quick my love, make it a wish!” Neteyam told you. When you finally turned back around the star was gone. On it’s path to who knows where.

“Did you wish?” Neteyam was just glad you aleast turned back around because of him. He decided to test his luck a bit further and walk towards to where you were just sitting, lucky for him, you followed. “Did you?” Neteyam asked again.

You laid down next him and answered “Didn’t have time.” Neteyam followed your movements. Once he was laid down next to you he placed his fingers on your chin and turned your head to look at him. “Is there something you wish for, my love?” Neteyam’s voice came out velvet smooth. You shook your head yes to his question. “What did you want to wish?” Neteyam hands crept from your chin to your cheek.

“I would have wished that we were two other people, two people who need not say goodbye” Neteyam felt tears began to gloss over his eyes at your response. “It doesn’t have to be, my love. This is me giving my heart back to who it belongs to.” He slightly lifted his body up, now hovering over you, he leaned in to kiss you. You accepted it. Neteyam missed the way your lips moved in sync with each other. They fit perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

You bit his lip. “No, Neteyam. I can’t. I won’t.” You pushed him off of you and and tried to run away. “Oel ngati kameie, my love!” Neteyam yelled after you. “No, Neteyam. You do not.” His ear went flat on his head at your voice, at your calmness. “If you did then,” you paused to gain your composure “Then you would go.” You continued to walk away from him. “Listen to your heart, my love!” you stopped. He quickly walked up behind you, grabbed your hand and placed it over his heart. He was getting a serious case of deja vu at the moment

“Listen to my heart. Do you feel it pounding? If my time were cease right now, my love. My last words would be me declaring my love for you.” Your foreheads rested against each other and he whispered every word to you. He felt you start to pull away from him. “Please, my love, I beg you.” Neteyam’s pleas fell onto deaf ears.

“I don’t understand why you would be so determined to die with a lie rested on your lips, Neteyam.”

#avatar #avatar way of water #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam sully angst #avatar 2009

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ilovebluedilfs · 1 year

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⎯ in another universe ✩

pairing; neteyam (19) x fem!reader (18)

byi; angst, like 1 swear word, babes idk i think thats all.. lmk if i missed any

༉‧₊˚. synopsis; idk how to explain lol.. just read pls yes

wc; 592(?)

a/n; something short before i write a longer one🥹

"im sorry.." you hear neteyam say softly.

you look down to the moss ground, tears in your eyes as you stand in front of neteyam.

neteyam and you have been dating for months in silence. you knew your mother and father would disapprove. you weren't a perfect match for neteyam. he was future olo'eyktan and you were... well, nobody.

you both knew you guys would come to an end, just not this soon.

there you stood with your face in your hands. nose stuffed from the all the crying. "y/n.. please look at me.." neteyam coo'd, voice shaky as he also had tears in his eyes. his arm reached out to grab your bicep softly. "t-this doesn't change anything about us.." he squeezes your arm slightly.

you looked up at him, slightly irritated. "of course this changes everything!" you sob softly, pushing him away. his ears lay flat against his head. "we have to stop seeing each other neteyam. we cannot do this. you are to be mated with another." you spoke softly, your head drops down to look at the ground once more.

he shakes his head. his hand grabbing your chin to look up.

"no." he mumbles. "i can't lose you. don't do this y/n. you're all i have right now. fuck, i'll give up everything to at least be by your side as we grow old together! you're the only one i want and you know that. i do not want to mate with eytviì. i will not!" he exclaimed. tears that he once tried to hold back, falling to the ground as he cups your face.

you shake your head slightly, grabbing his wrists to pull his hands off you. "you cannot throw away your life for me neteyam. i-i will not let you." your heart aches when you see his lips slightly parted as more tears threaten to fall. "just let me go."

you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace. you both let out soft sobs as his arms wrap around your waist tightly, as if hes saying he doesn't want to let you go.

"please.. i-i love you too much." his voice cracks. you cry softly into his chest as you manage to croak out, "i know neteyam. i love you so much more." you take in a sharp breath. wanting the embrace to last just a bit longer.

you stand in the crowd of neteyam's and eytviì's mating ceremony watching as they stand next to one another. he looks tired and forced, like he doesn't want to be there.

on the other hand, eytviì looks like shes in heaven. of course why wouldn't she feel like that? she was going to mate with the future olo'eyktan which would make her tsahik. every girl in the clan's dream.

you glance back at neteyam as you notice his eyes searching for someone in the crowd.

he spots you, you looked so beautiful tonight. his face softens as he mouths, "yawne.." lips quivering.

you nod your head softly, tears beginning to form slightly. "its okay." you mouth back to him. hands fidgeting as you start to walk away from the ceremony.

his eyes follow you, wanting to just run after you and say that you're the want he wants to spend the rest of his life with. but he knows he can't. he eyes trail back to the grass in front of him, holding back tears.

maybe in another universe, you'll find each other again.

#this is so bad lmfao #:33333 #neteyam sully #angst #avatar2 #atwow #avatarfic #neteyam x reader #type shit #neteyam x y/n #neteyam sully angst #avatar #neteyam #neteyam angst #um #avatar the way of water

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psycholuvrgirl · 1 year

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hale (pt. 5 | n.s.)

summary: things heat up between neteyam and srewtompa, and lo'ak goes missing.

pairing: srewtompa x neteyam

warnings: script following at the end, military dad jake :|, making out but no smut yet

a/n: I promise I'll post another fic sometime soon, I just haven't had motivation for anything else + finals are coming up :|

word count: 1.9k

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“So,” Jake says. Before he can finish what he’s saying Neteyam shoots him a warning look, but Jake ignores him, “You and Tompa?”

“What about us?” Neteyam asks.

“What were you two doing?” Jake asks.

“She was cleaning my cuts,” Neteyam replies. It wasn’t a complete lie. She did clean up his cuts, it’s just not everything they did. His dad didn’t need to know that.

“And?” Jake asks, looking at Neteyam quickly to see if his face changes.

“And what?” Neteyam asks, keeping his face stoic.

“Are you two… mating?”

“No,” Neteyam says, looking at his dad.

“Are you sure?” Jake asks. Neteyam hums to confirm. “Because if you are I’ll have to give you a talk about sex and--”

“Dad!” Neteyam exclaims, shaking his head at his father’s words.

“Well why was the marui closed?” Jake asks. Neteyam stutters on his words, earning an eyebrow raise from his father. He huffs in frustration , shrugging.

“It just was,” Neteyam says.

“And what happened during the time it was closed?” Jake asks.

“I told you,” Neteyam explains, “She cleaned my cuts.”

“Is that all?” Jake asks. Neteyam rolls his eyes, giving his dad an angry look" “Alright, alright. I won’t pry anymore.”

“Thank Eywa,” Neteyam says, breathing out in relief. The rest of the walk is spent in silence. The two are greeted by their whole family. Tuk is laying in Neytiri’s arms while the mom plays with some toys with her, Lo’ak is laying on the floor observing a shell, and Kiri is sitting in a corner staring off. Kiri looks up immediately, when her eyes meet Neteyam's, they snap into a new place.

“So how’s your girlfriend?” Lo’ak asks.

“Tompa is fine,” Neteyam says, “And she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Well you act like she’s your girlfriend--”

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Neteyam shouts. All eyes in the room land on him, startled by his outburst. Neytiri’s eyes are especially wide and he drops his head when he sees his mother’s reaction. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to yell.”

“Neteyam, are you feeling okay?” Neytiri asks.

“Yeah,” he says, “Uh, what did you need mom? Is everything okay?”

“Ronal has invited us to go on an ilu ride with her and her family,” Neytiri says, “You will join us.”

Neteyam can’t rip his eyes away from the girl. Her curls fall down her back as she pops out of the water, laughing at the ilu that just threw her off. She rubs their head and they dive down. Tompa looks down and she suddenly pops out of the water, the ilu throwing her into the air. She squeals excitedly, diving back into the ocean.

“Neteyam!” Tuk exclaims. The boy looks over, averting his gaze to his little sister. Her ilu circles him and she giggles loudly, “What are you looking at big brother?”

“Nothing Tuk,” he says, bringing a smile onto his face and watching the little one ride the creature. His eyes flicker up to where Tompa was, but she’s gone when he checks. He looks around, seeing her now on the shore and ringing out the loincloth. His eyes travel along the girl’s legs, his eyes stuck to her thighs. Water splashes Neteyam in the face and he turns, Lo’ak racing pass with a laugh.

“You are practically drooling brother,” Lo’ak says. He looks over to where his older brother was staring, but is met with an empty shoreline. He turns to Neteyam, getting a shrug in return.

“Guess you saw wrong,” Neteyam says, guiding his ilu to dive under the water. He watches his parents flying through the water together, Tuk doing little tricks with her ilu. Then his eyes catch Kiri. Her ilu is slow and she lays lazily on top, a pout clear on her lips. He makes his way to her side and she looks up at him. She blows out a couple bubbles when she sees him, pushing herself away with widened eyes.

Neteyam gestures upwards and she shakes her head, puffing her cheeks, as if to display that she didn’t need air. He gestures again, firmer this time. More demanding. She shakes her head, but he can see that she needs air soon. He waits, staring at her challengingly. Kiri’s body tries to force its way to the surface, but she fights it momentarily. Her wellbeing wins over her stubbornness, forcing her up to get some air. Neteyam is quick to follow. She gasps, about to go back underneath, but he grabs her arm and holds her up.

“Let me go,” Kiri whines, trying to slip out of her brother’s grip.

“Kiri, I’m sorry,” he says.

“You already apologized. It’s fine, I’m not mad,” Kiri says, still tugging her arm away. He lets go, sighing at her reply.

“Then why are you avoiding me?” he asks.

“I’m not,” she says.

“You are,” he insists, “What did I do?”

“Neteyam!” Neytiri calls. The boy turns to his mom and she waves him over. “I must show you something.”

He looks at Kiri, then his mom. She waves him over again and he sighs. “We’ll talk about this later.” Kiri nods, diving back down into the water as he swims away. Neytiri motions to go under the water and he follows. She points in the distance and Neteyam looks over, following his mother’s direction.

There, in the distance, Tompa is swimming with an animal he’s never seen before. It looks like a large fish and she swims in circles with it. She giggles as the animal bumps her back with its nose. She spins around a few times and it pushes her stomach and she moves in the water with it, kicking gently away to make it easier for the fish to “push” her.

He looks at his mom, who is only looking at him. Smiles cover both of their faces, and for the same reason. They resurface together, Neytiri touching his face.

“She is a good person, my son,” she says, “I’m glad you have made such a good friend.”

Neteyam nods, “She’s a great friend.”

“Neteyam,” Tompa breathes out, his lips attaching to her throat. She throws her head backwards, moaning quietly at the feeling of his lips gently sucking her skin. “No, no. Come here.” She pulls him back up to connect their lips again. Her hands pull at his braids gently, lips hungrily moving together.

“Tompa! Tompa, open up!” Aonung’s shouts travel through the tightly tied downed tarp. The knots prove stable as Aonung tries to tug it open, but fails.

The girl rolls her eyes and sighs angrily when her lips part with Neteyam’s. “I’m busy, Aon--”

“I fucked up,” he says, sighing. “I took Lo’ak past the--”

“Shut up Aonung!” Tompa shouts immediately, getting up and making her way to the tarp. Neteyam’s eyes flash with anger at the sound of his brother’s name paired with his prior sentence.

He follows the girl, “Why are you protecting him?” The pure anger coursing through his body emenates off of him, heating up Tompa’s body as well.

“Please,” Aonung begs, “He could be dead!”

Neteyam is ripping open the tarp the moment the last word leaves Aonung’s mouth. His hand is immediately around the other boy's arm, holding him still.

“What did you do with my brother?” Neteyam growls.

“He took him outside the fucking reef and needs me to fix it,” she says, tying her hair into a bun on the top of her head. She calls out for an ilu, jumping into the sea in front of her house.

“No, Tompa!” Aonung calls to her, “You’ll be killed!”

But it's no use. His shouts are lost in the air as she and the ilu zip through the water at a quick speed. Neteyam pushes Aonung, forcing him to walk where he pushes.

“Now you are in deep shit,” Neteyam says, guiding him to his home. He approaches his father and sister, sitting on one of the paths together talking. Neteyam feels a tinge of guilt at interrupting what seems like an important converstion, but his news is urgent. He pushes Aonung forward by the neck, gaining the attention of his dad and sister. Jake stands to look at the boys better. Aonung hits Neteyam's hand away, looking between Neteyam and Jake. “Tell him what you told me!” Neteyam demands.

Aonung sighs, “I messed up. I was just joking around and--”

“He might have killed Lo’ak!” Neteyam exclaims, unable to contain the information.

"What?"

“He’s fine!” Tompa shouts. Everyone ligning the coast watches as the girl approaches on the ilu, Lo’ak on the back with her. “I found him!”

“The boy has returned!” “It is the Sully boy!” “They found the boy!” “They found him!”

She rides up to the little ramp, letting him climb off. He bows his head with a sweep of his hand downwards, muttering a quiet thank you to her. Tonowari is the first to be in front of him, but Jake is quick to take his place.

“Hey. Hey. Let’s have a look at you,” Jake says, looking around Lo’ak’s body. Lo’ak’s eyes are locked on Aonung, but he doesn’t say anything to him. Jake nods when he sees his son is alright. “Okay. He’s fine. He’s fine. Just a few scratches,” he announces.

Neytiri jumps down to hold Lo’ak’s arms, “Lo’ak! I pray for the strength that I will not pluck the eyeballs out of my youngest son!” She growls as she pretends to do the action.

“No. My son knows better than to take him outside of the reef,” Tonowari says. He pushes Aonung down with a single hand, making the boy kneel in front of Lo’ak. “The blame is his.”

Jake looks up at Tonowari and nods slowly. “Okay,” he says, looking over to Lo’ak, “Let’s go.”

“No,” Lo’ak says. His gaze moves over to Aonung for a split second, then back to his father. “This is not Aonung’s fault. This was my idea. Aonung tried to talk me out of it. Really.”

Tompa’s gaze lowers while Lo’ak speaks, feeling sorry for him. She knows the truth, knows Lo’ak shouldn’t go down for this -- but he will anyway. Neteyam watches the sad look on her face as she looks up, then meets his eyes. She makes her way next to him, petting the ikran as she nears. His arm goes around her body, a silent act of comfort for the girl.

“Come on,” Jake says, hopping up onto the beach from his place on the dock.

“Lo’ak,” Neytiri says, grabbing his arm.

“I’m sorry.”

“Come on,” Jake insists. Lo’ak hops up, looking at Tonowari for a moment before walking away. Jake nods at Tonowari as he passes, “I got this.”

“Is this true?” Tonowari asks Aonung, pulling him up to his feet.

“Aonung, what were you thinking?” Ronal asks.

Neytiri looks back, motioning for Neteyam to follow. Tompa turns and smiles at the boy, grabbing his hands.

“Good luck,” she says, squeezing them gently before walking away. Neteyam sighs, reluctantly following his family.

“Dad, you told me to make friends with these kids,” Lo’ak says in his defense, “That’s all I was trying to--”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Jake says, turning to his younger son.

“Dad…”

“You brought shame to this family,” Jake says.

Lo’ak’s gaze moves from his father to the distance. “Can I go now?”

“Any more trouble, I jerk a knot in your tail. You read me?” Jake says, frustration laced through his voice.

“Yes, sir. Lima Charlie,” Lo’ak says, hinting towards his father’s militarian tone. Jake’s eyes narrow, and he nods to the marui.

“Go on,” he says, barely audible.

Lo’ak walks away and Neytiri watches him, a sadness filling her eyes. She turns to her firstborn. “Where were you?”

Yeah,” Jake says, “What happened to ‘keep an eye on your brother’?”

Guilt floods Neteyam’s chest, knowing he was with Tompa when Lo’ak went missing. “Sorry sir.”

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