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A little Aonung/Spider I've been working on... (not proofread)

Warning: T rated for this one but might go up to M or E rated when finished (I might add a first time moment at the end of this)

Aonung has had enough.

Can’t they mind their own business?

Yes, he knows Spider is different from him, in more than one way. But he has accepted it. So why do they have to make such a big fuss and be so weird about it?! Three talks! He’s already had to suffer three talks! With their worried expressions and not so subtly allusions he might hurt Spider with his size and his weight, as if he were some sort of horrible brute. It makes him sick, this image they have of him… of them and his love.

Yes, he’s aware making Spider his official mate will be… a conundrum. He’s not stupid. He’s seventeen. He passed his Rite. He’s an adult now. Spider has no Kuru to make the bond with him. He couldn’t even pass his own Rite, being unable to ride a Tsurak like a Na’vi. Jakesully said that Spider can be considered an adult in human standards but the tribe will never validate it - not really. And Spider is small. Child sized. He reaches Aonung at the waist and Aonung isn’t stupid. He noticed how incredibly much larger he is and what it means. Yes, he’s scared. But he knows that adorable tawtute is the one. Did he ever think his mate would be a tawtute? No! But that’s what happened. And now, he’s determined to take things as they are and not as he wishes they were.

He will make this work.

He knows he can, somehow.

That Avatar - Norm - was a great help. He owes him a lot. He’s the one who told him about human physiology and how Spider’s body works. It was probably the only interesting talk he’s had so far… So much better than all the fearful warnings he got from his father, Toruk Makto and even his mother. Neytiri was… her whole sort of weird. That woman is terrifying - poor Toruk Makto. But Norm was different. Norm was… trying. He was instructive. 

Aonung wants the evening to be perfect. 

He has spent hours preparing everything while Spider was held busy by his very supportive sister. When Lo’ak understands why Tsireya insisted they needed to weave twenty five new nets when most of the used nets seem to be perfectly fine, he might get angry. But that’s an ordeal for another day. Right now, his priority is to finish having things ready when Spider returns to his shack. He hopes the boy will not find him intruding or strange… He has no idea how to court a Sky Person. He knows Spider was born and raised among Na’vi but he still has his own things about him that Aonung can barely start to understand. 

It took Spider months to understand the young Na’vi was courting him at all. 

He accepted the gifts but with an expression that even Aonung translated as confused. It was only when Kiri told him that Spider had no idea Aonung was courting him at all that he decided to communicate with words and Aonung confessed that he was indeed interested in the tawtute. He thought it would finally settle everything down but then Spider rejected Aonung’s courtship and it hurt. Because Aonung wasn’t expecting to be rejected.

It could have ended right then and there but Aonung was not one to give up and he persisted. He liked this cute but fierce little tawtute and was determined to win him over. It took a moment but Spider eventually confessed his fears and Aonung did his best to reassure him. Yes, they were different species but he was sure they could make this work, somehow.

Then, his parents - and the Sullys - decided to step in and discourage him, arguing that he was going to hurt the little human with his large body and that this relationship had to stop before it even got started.

But Aonung doesn’t care. He knows he can make this work. He knows he can.

Which is why he finds himself currently preparing a pik’nik right in the middle of Spider’s shack, not really knowing if what he’s doing is the right thing at all.

The door of the shack suddenly depressurizes and the metal clicks.

A few seconds later, Spider’s voice rises into the windowless room.

“Hey Nung, Reya said you were looking for me… Why are you in the dark-”

He stops right at the threshold, his sentence finishing itself in the air. Aonung feels his heart beating in the back of his throat. His tail goes rigid behind him and his ears fall backwards. Spider is blinking at him with the most dumbfounded expression he has ever seen on his face, eyes wide, lips parted and Aonung does feel like a fool, his immense body knelt as it can in the middle of the room on a blanket that is already too small for him and that forces more than half of his body on the cold metal floor to leave enough space for the small human to fit. He tried to reproduce as best as he could the pictures Norm gave him but couldn’t find any candles like they had and he didn’t want to risk burning the whole place with a torch so he settled for bioluminescent plants that he put in jars instead. It doesn’t give that warm orange light, the plants basking the room in dim hues of pink and blue that reflect on the walls around them and the floor. He harvested Spider’s favorite human edible fruit and took some bread, vegetables and dippings that he arranged in bowls, as well as swamp nectar and prune juice.

For long seconds, Spider just stays there, watching the display in front of him, stunned and at a loss for words. It doesn’t help alleviate Aonung’s nervousness in the least.

“What… What is that?” Spider eventually asks.

Aonung’s ears flicker. Did he do something wrong? Did he miss something in his… reproduction of tawtute culture?

“It’s uhm… A… pik’nik,” he says, trying to pronounce the foreign word correctly.

Spider blinks, “Oh!”

“You know them, right?” Aonung presses, feeling more and more anxious that his idea completely missed the point.

“Only from Norm and Max’s stories. I never really… had one before…” His face takes on that adorable pink color Aonung loves so much, “But… why?” he asks and he sounds like he has no idea why Aonung went through all that trouble.

“For you,” Aonung explains.

“Me?” Spider repeats as if the concept of someone doing something like this for him is an impossibility.

“Yes, you. Please, come sit with me.”

Spider blinks and wobbles on his legs, joining Aonung on the blanket. He swallows. Aonung smiles. It’s one of the first times he can see Spider without his mask. What a beautiful sight. He takes a deep breath from his own mask. 

“Is that… swamp nectar?”

“Yes.”

“Where did you get it?”

Aonung smirks, “I’m the Olo’eyktan son. It comes with privileges!” he says, sounding shamelessly smug and proud of himself.

Spider chuckles and his face flushes again.

They begin to eat, talking about their day. Spider is always shy at first but when Aonung starts speaking with him, he suddenly opens up and can no longer be stopped, going on and on and on about the fish they saw and the nets they weaved and how Lo’ak kept growling the whole time. Aonung smiles and chuckles, watching him. There are so many colors on him when he speaks. It’s like the words are dancing on his skin, each one of them a different emotion that lights him up in so many different shades. His own human bioluminescence. It’s fascinating.

Spider suddenly realizes that Aonung is staring at him intensely. He stops talking and frowns, looking self-conscious again.

“What?” he asks, pouting a little.

Aonung smirks, “You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

Spider swallows, his Adam apple bobbing as he does. Aonung blinks at him. Slowly, he cups his face. His hand is so much bigger, it encircles his head completely. His heart starts beating faster. It’s the first time he can touch his beautiful face, the first time he finally has access to that masterpiece held behind a glass for so long. Gently, he swipes his thumb under Spider’s eye. The skin is so soft.

“Sevin,” he whispers.

Spider swallows again. His eyes are huge. His lips tremble. A breath passes through them, hitting Aonung’s hand with its warmth. He blinks at the tall Na’vi. Aonung bends down slowly toward him. Spider’s breath hitches through his nose and fills his lungs with too much air, making his throat tickle with the need to cough. 

Their lips touch for the very first time.

Aonung has already kissed his mask a few times already but nothing compares to this. Spider’s lips are warm and tiny against his. Aonung’s mouth takes almost all of Spider’s lower face and he adjusts his angle not to smother the human and free his nose, making Spider’s chuckle in the kiss. Yes, that size difference is really awkward. But Aounung wouldn’t change it for the rest of the world and laughs. Spider wraps his small arms around Aonung’s neck, his fingers digging into the thick curls. The Na’vi moans at the gentle contact. Slowly, he opens his mouth and pokes the tiny lips with the bit of his tongue, requesting entrance. Spider shakes against him but parts his lips nonetheless and Aonung touches the tip of a tiny tongue and it feels like a spark of electricity. His braid is heavy on his lap. From the corner of his eyes, he sees his Kuru open and the tendrils reach up, desperate to touch the tawtute. 

The kiss deepens. Spider’s hand cups Aonung’s face. Aonung strokes the soft skin of Spider’s cheek with the back of his fingers. The kiss is slow, careful. Aonung knows that he can’t push the fragile human and he doesn’t want to. This feels so nice, kissing him and touching him like this. Spider tastes like fruit and Swamp nectar. He’s delightful. 

They part. Spider gives him a shy smile and looks down. His lips are a bit swollen and pink. He looks adorable and so much more edible than any of the food on that blanket. Aonung keeps his hand on his face and kisses the tip of his nose gently, making Spider chuckle.

Their eyes meet.

They’re both breathing hard and deep.

Their bodies are hot, heart racing behind their rib cages.

Gently, Aonung lays a soft kiss on Spider’s cheek before diving into the warm crook of his neck. The human’s reaction is immediate. Goosebumps suddenly cover his skin and he moans loudly, tilting his head. Ok, so the neck is very sensitive for humans. Good to know! He gently sucks on the skin, mindful to keep his teeth away and not leave any mark. But that skin is so soft and tender.

“Nung!” Spider whines.

Aonung pulls away and returns to face him with a playful smirk.

“My cute little tawtute is sensitive!” he gently mocks.

Spider turns beet red again but looks down in haste.

“Spi?” Aonung asks, “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he’s suddenly anxious - he did try to be as gentle as he could.

“What?! No! Of course not!”

Aonung relaxes at that.

“Then, what is it?”

He touches Spider’s cheek again, marveling at the softness of that skin he can never feel against his fingers. With his other hand, he takes his mask and breathes deeply in it, the intensity of the kiss having left him a little too dazed for his own good.

Spider shrugs, “Nothing… I just…” shyly, he looks up at the Na’vi, “I just like you, I guess…” he’s quick to look down again.

Aonung feels his heart miss a beat. Here, just the two of them in the confinement of this tawtute shack, in that strange colorful darkness, it feels so much more intimate than in the open of the sea. It fits them. It makes them belong.

“I like you too,” he says, “So much, Ma Spider.”

Spider nibbles his bottom lip, not looking at Aonung. He’s adorable. He smiles and bends down to kiss him again just as gently as the first time. He tastes fruit and swamp nectar again. His mouth is so warm and wet. He loves it. His fingers sink into Spider’s dreads, then on his shoulders, brushing against the blue painted patterns on his skin - he wonders if Spider will let him paint him. His hands find their way down Spider’s arms and onto his waist. The skin is so hard there. There are so many muscles. He’s really beautiful.

His ears fall backwards.

He can feel himself… react. But he won’t give his parents reason. He can control himself. He knows he can. Spider’s is more important than any heat. 

“Can I… see you?” he asks in a whisper.

Spider looks up in haste, “What?”

Aonung’s tail swipes nervously behind him, “Can I look at you… I really want to see you, Ma Spider.”

“I’m right here,” Spider babbles.

“Without your Tweng,” the Na’vi specifies with a smirk, “I want to touch you. All of you. If you allow me."

Spider’s eyes widen and he thinks he’s going to faint.

#aonung #avatar the way of water #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #atwow #avatar fanfiction #na'vi x human #navi x human #na'vi avatar #metkayina

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A Daughter for a Daughter (7)

*The part of the fic where flashbacks get used liberally!*

Pairing: Neteyam x fem|human OC

Summary: Adapting to these new lives is hard but at least there are nice memories to keep them comforted.

Word Count: 2725

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The subsequent days after arriving at the Metkayina village were filled with learning. The first time in the water was less than successful due to the fact that none of the Sully kids could hold their breath as long as the others or that their tails weren’t evolved to help in swimming. Outside of swimming they also needed to learn some finger talk that the other kids used while underwater. And here Neteyam thought that language would have been one of the few things they didn’t need to relearn.

The ocean was beautiful though. All of the animal life that teemed in the depths was so unlike what they were used to in the forest. Of course, they all seemed to love Kiri. Neteyam could never quite place why it was that creatures seemed to love her. Kiri would always say it was just because they liked her better. Maybe that was true, but there had to be a reason.

They learned how to ride the ilu that everyone used to get around. Lo’ak didn’t have much luck the first time around trying to ride one and to be completely fair, neither did Neteyam. He thought it wouldn’t be too different from flying but working to hold on against the pressure of the water was proving to be difficult. Of course Kiri was having no trouble, even Tuk had better results riding!

From what they heard though, Jake wasn’t doing that well either trying to ride a tsurak. That made Neteyam feel a bit better. If their dad, the man who had rode toruk, was having trouble then they didn’t need to feel too bad either.

While they were trying their best to embroil themselves in the culture and ways of the Metkayina, to get his spirits back up after a day of failure Neteyam would take to the skies with Mekul. It was one of the few moments where he could truly be alone. Back up in the sky, flying over the ocean and watching how it lit up with the splashes of sea creatures.

It was also during those moments that his mind would drift to Pixie. It was easy to keep the thoughts at bay when he was training and working but when there was no more work to be done, she crept in.

Looking out over the water, memories would come. Happier times.

They had been younger. Maybe eleven or twelve. It was a hot day in the forest, more so than usual. Neteyam and Pixie had decided to take a swim to help beat the heat. They found one of the deeper rivers and jumped in.

Pixie was having fun swimming underwater and yanking on Neteyam’s tail before swimming away. She could stay underwater longer too thanks to the exopack filtering the oxygen out of the water like a fish. She’d come up cackling and dive back under to get away from him. She was easy to spot thanks to the bright blonde of her sun bleached hair moving through the water like a snake.

She had just come up and yanked his tail again but this time he caught her. 

“Not so fast now huh?”

“Ah! Let me go!” she squealed as he started tickling her sides.

“Not gonna happen bite sized! You pulled my tail one too many times!”

“I give! I give! Stop tickling me!” she was able to say through her laughter. He finally let her go and she splashed him for good measure. “Jerk.”

“I’m the jerk? You’re the one that kept yanking my tail! That can hurt you know.”

“But did you die?”

“That’s it. Get back here.”

“No!” she dove away from him and he went swimming after her down the river.

After some time, when their fingers started to get pruney they laid back, floating on the water, letting the lazy current of the stream take them away. They stared overhead at the canopy of trees. Their hands remained locked so they didn’t drift away from each other. They didn’t say anything, just smiled at the beauty of the world around them and the presence of a friend at their side on such a warm day.

Neteyam sighed, fingering the song chord around his wrist. He hoped Pixie was alright, wherever she was.

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“Come on! Keep up slowpokes!” Pixie shouted as she ran through the jungle with ease. The recoms behind her were having a hell of at time trying to keep up. She had not been able to outrun someone of the Na’vi since she was a kid. She was able to keep up with Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak just fine but that was only because she pushed herself to get to that point. At her normal speed they would always leave her in the dust.

“Can’t you big military idiots keep up with a teenager? It’s just a forest.” Pixie laughed maniacally as she slipped between a narrow opening between two tree limbs. Sometimes there were perks to being small.

“Come on! Keep it moving!” Pixie shouted back as she took some vines to propel herself across a large gap. One of the recoms tried to copy her but couldn’t get a good grip and slid off, barely catching the trunk of the tree to stop their fall.

“Move it! Move it! Move it!” she tried her best to imitate their gruff military talk, “I do this shit all day long! How you falling behind to someone half your size?”

One of the recoms tried to step where Pixie had stepped but the limb was not strong enough to support someone of his size and he fell off. Pixie stopped fully to laugh. Quaritch caught up in that moment and looked down at the fallen recom with annoyance. “Prager! Get your ass up here!”

Quaritch sighed and turned back to Pixie. “Where are we going kid?”

“Were we supposed to have a destination?” Pixie asked. “I thought you guys just wanted to get used to moving in your bodies.”

“You mean to tell me we’ve just been running around in circles all damn day?”

“I mean…” Pixie shrugged. “Not circles. We’re definitely going deeper into the forest but there’s nothing special about it.”

“This is ridiculous.” Quaritch muttered.

“It’d probably be better if you guys actually committed to the whole full-Na’vi thing and ditched the boots.” she glanced down at their feet. Pixie’s feet had been hardened by years of running around the forest and she trusted herself barefoot more than she did in shoes. “It helps to be able to feel where you are, prepare yourself for where you’re going. Half of being Na’vi is getting in tune with your environment and fine tuning your motor skills to make leaps and climb without having to think about it. This stuff has gotta become second nature if you wanna survive out here.”

Quaritch looked down at his boots and shrugged. “You heard the kid, boots off. We’re going bare.”

The recoms shared a look of mutual displeasure but did as commanded and started shedding their boots and socks. Pixie was worried that they were going to just drop them but instead they tied the laces and slung them over their shoulders. “We’re not leaving any trail that your Na’vi friends can follow.” Quaritch explained.

Any kind of goodwill she thought the gesture might have contained evaporated with his words. Of course their actions weren’t because they respected Eywa. It never would be. Being around these people all the time, people who looked Na’vi, had skewed her perspective a bit. How could people who hated the Na’vi be allowed to be reborn as them? It wasn’t fair! Pixie had spent her whole life wishing that she would have been seen as one of The People. She dedicated her life to the tenets of Eywa and knew in her heart of hearts that Pandora was her one and only home. And yet, these people could pass as Na’vi? They got the chance! It was a sick joke!

Pixie didn’t wait for them to finish and kept going, pushing herself harder to get deeper and deeper into the jungle. Run away. Just keep running!

Pixie’s mind flashed back to another scenario in which she had been running from her problems like this. It was after the big fight she had with Neytiri. If memory served, Pixie was only about twelve or so, maybe thirteen. She had been young. Kiri had accidentally gotten badly hurt while they were roughhousing and Neytiri had finally let all the vitriol she had been keeping quiet spew out.

“Mom! It was just an accident!” Kiri was begging as Neytiri loomed over Pixie. Kiri’s leg was still bleeding profusely. Mo’at was trying to attend to her but Kiri kept trying to get up and stop her mom from tearing into Pixie.

“This is it! This is the last time you come anywhere near my children!” Neytiri shouted at Pixie. “You will stay away from them!”

“Aunt Neytiri, it was just--”

Neytiri swiped at Pixie who had lucked out and just been able to dodge out of the hit. She rolled back to her feet, stance posed and ready to flee. “You are not my family!” Neytiri screamed. “You do not call me that!”

“Hey!” Jake came up, “Neytiri, baby, she’s just a kid--”

“And look what she’s done!” Neytiri threw a hand back at Kiri. “You’ve defended her long enough! She doesn’t belong here! She shouldn’t be here! She needs to go back to her own kind!”

“This is where I belong!” Pixie shouted back. She had always known that Neytiri looked at her like she didn’t belong. She knew that in many of the eyes of the Na’vi that Pixie was not one of them. No one had ever said it to her face though. They had the common curtesy to whisper behind her back.

Pixie was tired. So tired. Tired of pretending like every scornful glance and muttered word didn’t hurt her. But it did. She could dedicate her life to Pandora and Eywa and the Na’vi but unless she sprouted a tail and turned blue that wasn’t going to happen. She’d always be the outsider. And today, she had just had enough of it.

The whole group had frozen. Eyes darted nervously between Neytiri and Pixie.

“Whether you like it or not, this is where I belong.” Pixie said. “I was conceived here. I was born here. I have been raised here. This is the only life I have ever known. There is no other place that I can be! Pandora is my home just as much as it is yours!”

“You think you are one of the People?” Neytiri scowled. “You speak our words but they do not fit your mouth. You are nothing but another one of them! The Sky People! A plague on our great mother!”

“Your life mate is one of the Sky People! Or did you trick yourself into forgetting that? He’s the reason Hometree fell!” The words were unfair. Pixie knew that. It wasn’t Jake’s fault that the humans destroyed Hometree. He tried to warn them against it. Tried to stop them. But it didn’t change the fact that the whole reason he had been brought into the ways of the Na’vi was so he could gain their trust to do just that.

Pixie could see something in Neytiri’s eyes. Predatory. There was something poised on her lips that she wanted to say but something in her had kept it back. If Pixie did so much as breathe Neytiri would have said it. Something awful. Something that would have damaged her beyond repair. Whatever it was, she knew it would have been true. And it would have hurt more than if she had ripped her throat out with her teeth.

The fact Pixie could recognize that made it almost worse. Part of her wanted Neytiri to say it. To finally hear what Pixie had convinced herself wasn’t true.

Before either could pull the trigger to destroy everything, Jake stepped in again. He eased Neytiri off but the damage had been done. Their already splintery relationship had shattered. And everyone was just staring at Pixie. Their faces too sad and uncomfortable to meet her eyes.

She felt like she was going to be sick.

So she turned and ran. She ran as fast as her feet could take her. She just needed to keep running. Needed to get far away. Just keep running. Just keep running!

Pixie’s lungs burned from the effort and her legs were screaming at her to stop but she kept going. Blindly running through the forest until she physically could not keep up anymore. Her feet gave out underneath her mid-sprint and she collapsed to the ground. She huddled on the ground, curled into herself tight like a ball.

She hoped that the ground would swallow her up and take her deep into the core of planet. Take her to Eywa. Anywhere to escape this hurt.

She laid there sobbing on the ground until she felt someone sit next to her. She looked up through her tear filled eyes and fogged mask at Neteyam. He didn’t say anything. Just sat with her, brushing her hair back as she cried herself out. How long had he been following her?

“I’m sorry.” he said after the worst of her crying had subdued. “Mother had no right to say that to you. She was just upset cause Kiri was hurt and--”

“She had every right. I know it’s how she felt. How she’s always felt. I’m not one of the People. I never will be. And she will never accept me.”

“Pixie--”

“We both know it’s true. Don’t try and convince me that it isn’t.”

“I accept you.” He said, hugging her close. “I accept you as one of the People, Pixie. I See you. So does Lo’ak and Tuk and Kiri. You’re family to us.”

“‘Teyam…”

“And you are my best friend.” he squeezed her tighter. “I love you, Pixie. I always have and I always will. It doesn’t matter what mother says. You will always have a place with me.”

More tears poured out of her eyes as she hugged him back. “I love you too.”

After Pixie and Neytiri had calmed down, which took a couple days, they met again and apologies were given. Pixie could tell there was some regret in Neytiri’s eyes but she had still refused to look her directly in the eye. The years since had been them gradually picking up the pieces. They could try to rebuild but it would take nothing short of a miracle for things to ever be good between them.

That felt like a lifetime ago.

Pixie would have given anything to have Neytiri with her again now.

She stopped and looked behind her to see that she had left the recoms very far behind her in her haste to escape her troubled thoughts. It was gonna take them a minute to catch up so she sat down and picked at the dirt under her nails. While she was sitting she noticed an atokirina floating nearby. It came down towards her, rested on her shoulder a minute and then took off again. It was a small reassurance. Eywa was with her, watching over her. She would get through this.

The recoms finally caught up and Pixie sighed. “Took you long enough.”

“You got a lotta lip for someone who can’t afford it.” Quaritch said. “Now, you either take us someplace useful or else. No more running around in circles.”

“Fine. It’s not gonna be easy in those new bodies though.” Pixie stood up and looked around. Without warning she jumped off the tree limb and slowed her descent using the large leaves scattered below. She looked up at where the recoms were waiting, heads cocked trying to figure out how she didn’t die from that jump. “You waiting for an invitation?”

While they figured out how to get down without breaking their necks Pixie scanned the forest, her ears perked and listening intently. She fought the smile that grew on her face when she heard something. It was distant but it may just get these recoms off her back…that is if it didn’t end up killing her too.

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Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it

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#neteyam x y/n #avatar the way of water #avatar james cameron #avatar 2 #neteyam x reader #neteyam x oc #neteyam sully #ai art

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I've got a string of memes that I NEED so prepare. This blog is turning into serious/meme avatar.

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She loves her small hairy disabled husband

He loves his tall blue cat wife

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A Daughter for a Daughter (6)

Pairing: Neteyam x fem|human OC

Summary: The Sullys leave the forest for the reef. Pixie starts her first day in the field with the recoms.

Word Count: 2667

Links: (Previous) (Next, soon)

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Jake and Neytiri explained to the kids that they were going to be leaving the forest later that evening when they were all bunking down for bed. Considering that they had been eavesdropping none were surprised but some arguments were raised about why they couldn’t leave. Ultimately, it meant nothing. They were in danger where they were. They were putting the clan in danger. They had to leave.

The next morning they packed up what they could and readied their ikran for the long journey they were about to face. A new leader of the Omaticaya people was chosen and the Sullys walked away from their home and their people.

Neteyam, like the others, packed only what was necessary. But he had stopped by the labs and entered Pixie’s rooms. It was still as she left it. Slightly messy with mementos lining the shelves. He saw the songchord she had been making lying on a shelf and picked it up. He had not been able to hold it since that day he found it over a year ago.

Pixie…

“Neteyam,” Mrs.McCosker popped her head into the room. “Your parents are waiting on you.”

“Right, sorry.” he took the songchord with him. “Thank you for letting me stop by her room before I left.”

The McCoskers had not smiled once since Jake had told them that Pixie had been taken. Neteyam did not blame them. He hadn’t smiled either. “They’re going to get her back.” Neteyam said, “I know they will. Pixie is really strong. There’s no place that I think could contain her.”

“I hope you are right.” she said, looking away.

Neteyam wanted to say more. To give some comfort but what was there for him to say? Nothing he could say would return Pixie to them. All he had were empty promises and regrets. He nodded to her and left the lab to join his family.

They double checked to make sure everything was tied down securely and then they were off. Flying away from the forest. From their home. From everything they had ever known. Would they ever be able to return?

Neteyam refused to look back. If he looked back he was scared that he would fly off to attempt some rescue mission for Pixie. He had to remind himself that he alone was not enough to bring her home. Her life was in the others hands now and it killed him inside to think of it. Hopefully, once they got to wherever they were going then they could come up with some plan to get her back. That was the plan. That’s what they had to do. Or else Neteyam would never know a day without guilt and self-disgust.

They flew for days over the ocean. Stopping only to rest and eat before they were off again. Eventually the deep dark waters gave way to clearer depths. Sea creatures of all kinds could be seen swimming along the glass like surface.

Their plan was to head to the reef clans. A place full of hundreds of islands where they could disappear and hide.

The island they were approaching looked larger than the others they had passed. The mountains that jutted from the sea taller than any of those that they had seen since leaving the forest. Crags of rocks marked the end of the reef and into the depths of the ocean at large. It was a beautiful place.

Pixie would have loved to see this. Knowing her she would have seen that clear water and slid off the ikran to dive into it and swim with the creatures. Imagining her sitting with him as they saw this whole new world for the first time was the only thing that made him want to smile for the first time in days.

They circled around the village which seemed to have paths tied together through the roots and branches of trees growing out of the water. They landed on a strip of sand as the reef people gathered to see what was going on.

They slid off their ikran and followed their parents down the bar of sand towards where the people were gathering.

“On me.” Jake said.

Neteyam copied his dad’s posture, arms open to his sides to show that they meant no harm. What they were going to ask was a lot and they needed to show they were friendly if things were going to go well.

“Be nice.” Neytiri reminded the older kids as they approached.

“Take it easy. Just be cool.” Jake told them as the people started closing in.

Some kids that looked to be around Neteyam and Lo’ak’s age circled by them and talked in barely hushed tones. They greeted them but they did not return the gesture, their focus was something behind them “Look, what is that? Is that supposed to be a tail?” a chorus of quiet laughter rang from the group.

Neteyam looked to Lo’ak to make sure he wasn’t glaring at the guys who were teasing them but found that his attention was somewhere else entirely. Coming out of the water was an admittedly pretty girl their age. A slight blush rose up Lo’ak’s cheeks. Really? Here for two seconds and he already had a crush? Good for him at least. See if he ever did anything about it though.

The girl came up and smacked the boys that had been laughing at them. “Do not, Rotxo! Ao’nung!” she hissed.

“Hey.” Lo’ak said.

The girl smiled and looked away. Alright. Maybe Lo’ak’s chances weren’t so abysmal.

More people were still coming in. Some large flying fish creatures flew in over them and dove into the water. Neteyam was able to pick out the leader of the clan just from the garb and respect he drew as he approached their family.

“I See you, Tonowari.” Jake bowed and gestured to the leader in greeting.

“Jake Sully.” Tonowari returned the gesture.

Neteyam and the others quickly copied in greeting. The crowd parted and a woman stepped forward. Just from the way she moved Neteyam felt intimidated and straightened his already ramrod posture.

“I See you, Ronal,” Jake said, “Tsahik of the Metkayinas.”

She made no move to return the gesture. That was a bad sign.

Jake and Neytiri went back and forth with Ronal and Tonowari. Ronal pointed out Lo’ak and Kiri’s five fingers, claiming they had demon blood. Neteyam clenched a fist by his side. Just because they had an extra finger meant nothing. Neteyam had the same blood as them, just because he was born with four fingers didn’t change that he was also a half-breed. That should be no reason for them to have to leave.

The clan leaders held some silent conversation between them before looking back out at the Sully family. “Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as our brothers and sisters.” Tonowari announced to the clan.

Neteyam breathed out in relief.

“But, they do not know the sea. So, they will be like babies taking their first breath.” Tonowari said pointedly, “Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.”

“What do we say?” Jake looked around at his kids. Neteyam and Tuk were immediate with their thanks while Lo’ak and Kiri were more reserved.

Tonowari pointed at two of his kids, one of the boys that had been making fun of their tails, Ao’nung, and the girl that defended them, Tsireya. They were going to be the ones to teach the kids the ways of the ocean. Ao’nung did not seem at all enthused about the responsibility now thrust upon him but Tsireya was more open. She helped them unload their ikran and showed them the way to what would now be their home.

It was a lot like the tent they had back home but the ground was certainly bouncier and softer than the hard rock. At least that was a plus. The entire thing was woven like a giant basket. No doubt Pixie would want to try her hand at this level of weaving.

The moment Neteyam thought of Pixie again the good mood he had managed to worm his way into quickly disappeared.

How was she doing? They had found sanctuary but she was still out there. He took a deep breath and touched the songchord he had wound around his wrist. She’s strong. She’ll be safe. They’ll get her back.

After they had put their things away everyone drifted off to explore their new home. Jake had told them to be back before eclipse for a family meeting, until then they were free to do as they pleased.

Neteyam wandered off, mapping out the island as he walked and observing the way everyone moved and swam in the water. This would not be like swimming in the rivers back home. Just seeing how long everyone was staying underwater had him dizzy. He didn’t realize it was possible to be able to hold your breath so long.

He received his fair share of odd looks from the tribe people as he passed. A few of the more friendlier ones waved to him and made small talk. Those who were not so friendly sent him withering glances and small sneers. All of this just because they were from the forest? Seemed a bit extreme.

He found a secluded bit of island near a crag of rock and sat down. He stared down at Pixie’s songchord tied around his wrist. “You’d love it here, Pixie. There’s so much to see and I know you’d love the creatures. Knowing you though you’d want to start collecting samples of seaweed and tree bark to analyze. Ever the botanist you are.”

He took in a shaky breath and swallowed back the feelings of guilt that tried to claw their way up his throat. He could not afford to lose his cool again. Not now. There was too much riding on them the next couple of days as they established their initial impressions.

He sat there observing the way the villagers moved and swam and how they worked. It all looked similar to how things worked in the forest but he was noticing little differences that would surely put them apart while they learned. While he was observing he noticed Lo'ak walking around as well. One of the guys that had been making fun of them upon their arrival had fallen into step behind him. Then, before he had time to react, the boy pushed Lo'ak off the footpath and into the water.

Damn it! The boy went running off to his laughing friends as Lo'ak pushed to the surface sputtering and murder in his eyes. Not good! Neteyam took off and got to Lo'ak as he was charging in the direction of the others.

"Don't!" He cut in front of him. "Do not!"

"But they--"

"I know, but we cannot. It is our first day. Or do you want dad to kill you?"

"Ugh!" Lo’ak groaned and shot a death glare at the smirking group of boys. "I'm not gonna beat them up. I'm just gonna talk to them."

"Like I am gonna believe that." Neteyam grabbed his arm. "Let's go."

"Get off me." Lo’ak shoved him off. "I can handle myself."

"Please baby brother," Netetam pleaded, "just leave it alone. Let us get through the first week without a fight."

"Whatever." He pushed past Neteyam and left the way they had come. The boys looked disappointed that they weren't getting a fight. This would not be the end. He'd have to keep an eye on Lo'ak in the coming days.

They returned to their new abode as the sun was setting over the ocean. Neteyam grabbed Lo’ak and pulled him inside.

Jake corralled everyone and Neteyam took a knee to listen to his father. “I need you kids on your best behavior. I mean it. Learn fast. Pull your weight. Don’t cause trouble.” he sent a pointed look at Lo’ak. “You got it?”

“Yes, sir.” Lo’ak nodded.

Neteyam smirked and pinched the back of his neck. Lo’ak snapped at him and he pulled back with a smug smile.

Tuk sniffled. “I want to go home.”

“Oh Tuk…” Neytiri cooed at her youngest daughter. It broke Neteyam’s heart to see his baby sister like this. She had seemed so excited about the village earlier, perhaps the homesickness was finally fully setting in.

“Tuk, this is our home now.” Jake comforted her. “Now we’re gonna get through this. We’re gonna get through this if we have each other’s backs. Alright?”

“What does your father always say?” Neytiri looked out at the other kids.

“Sullys stick together.” Neteyam and Lo’ak responded quietly.

“That’s right. Sullys stick together.” Jake said. “Now this time with some feeling.”

“Sullys stick together.” the kids said a little louder, a little more upbeat. Except for Kiri who mumbled and rolled her eyes.

Neteyam sighed. This was going to be a long process.

---

After a few days of being held hostage it was time for Pixie to head out with the RDA pricks. At least going with them would get her out of the base and back to the jungle. It would feel so good to be back in her element. Even if she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get away.

Pixie and the army pukes marched off the base towards a waiting chopper. Over the noise of the ships and machinery Quaritch was yelling at her, one massive hand holding the back of her neck. “Get on the ship, find a seat, and keep out of the way.”

Pixie hopped on and eyed the turret that sat near the door. Now this may come in handy. She reached for it but immediately Quaritch was on her pushing her back on the seat. “Whoa, hold on there cupcake. You listen up. There’s a tracker built in that mask--” he gave a hard tap to her mask “--so when we hit the ground, and you take off, I’ll have you back in two minutes. And I will give you an old-school ass beating. Understood?”

When she didn’t respond he grabbed her arm. “Understood?” he stressed.

“Aye aye, captain.” you gave a mock salute.

Quaritch remained unimpressed and gave the signal for the chopper to take off. Pixie watched as they left the human base behind and flew out over the jungle. The familiar vistas she had grown up with surrounding her once more and putting her at ease. She couldn’t escape but this was a better place to be imprisoned at least. Hopefully one of the scouts would be out and spot them. They could help her take the avatars out and return her home.

The moment they hit the ground Pixie was breathing easier. She went to one of the nearby trees, smoothing her hand over the bark. The moss and grass squished slightly under her feet. She was home.

“Alright, listen up.” Quaritch said to the team. “Jake Sully’s gone underground. Don’t matter. Wherever he is we’ll find him, and his batshit crazy wife, too.”

Oh he was gonna regret saying that about Neytiri.

“To do so, we go Na’vi. Full tilt, all the way.” he explained. “That means we eat Na’vi. We ride Na’vi. Think Na’vi.”

Pixie almost laughed. This group of idiots thought that they could just go Na’vi? If they really wanted to go full Na’vi then they would turn on the RDA and defend Pandora. But, that was as likely to happen as a palulukan rolling over for a belly rub.

“And that starts with the language.” The stilted Na’vi that left Quaritch’s mouth actually made Pixie laugh that time.

Everyone turned eyes on her. “You call that speaking the language?” Pixie chuckled, “You sound like a three year old!”

“Alright, smart ass,” Quaritch nodded to her, “You just went from being our monkey mascot to official interpreter.”

Damn it.

[minnory]

Little Gift- Tremble

Pairing: Soft Dark Neteyam x Fem Human Reader

Little Gift Masterlist

Beautiful adult Neteyam pic by @cinetrix2

Summary: This is your last chance to run.

Warnings: aged up Neteyam, NSFW minors do not interact, dark Neteyam, NONCON/DUBCON, spanking, dirty talk, punishment, size difference, etc.

A/N: This one took a little longer than intended with all the life stuff going on, but yay it's here. Also, migt have gotten a little carried away with this part.

The outpost feels like a relic of a different time. One that you have only heard of in stories, but now seeing those worn down bunk beds and the corner of a room that Spider calls his own, it doesn’t feel as glorious. The worst part, however, is how naked you feel around other humans. It’s only a slight comfort that Spider is wearing Na’vi apparel too. 

“Oh and yeah and this is a spear I made in Awalatuu.” Spider says. “But maybe let’s move it out of the way.” He gives an awkward chuckle but it’s obvious that his only concern is you suddenly deciding to use it against him. 

Your arrival at the outpost had been anything but graceful. In hindsight you would have preferred to meet these people face to face instead of over Neteyam’s shoulder. 

“If you want we can uh….watch a movie. Oh yeah I bet I could swipe Norm’s Star Wars collection.” 

You don’t return the smile he gives you, too busy awkwardly sitting on his bed while pouting. You never thought it would feel strange to be back in a place like this but after being around the Na’vi for the past week, the outpost feels like walking into a rundown dollhouse. Everything is your size and nothing is as beautifully crafted as Neteyam’s kelku. 

The awkward silence is slightly painful but you can’t find it within yourself to feel bad for Spider. Not when he hasn’t shown even a morsel of sympathy for your situation. Your own kind and not even they find it important to get you out of here. Not that they could anyways. No doubt Neteyam would view such actions as a betrayal. 

“He wouldn’t let you come along, huh?” You finally ask. 

Spider stops digging through the worn down hard drives. 

“Who?” 

“Neteyam. Didn’t want you coming to see the RDA off either?” 

Spider scoffs at the, leaving the tech behind to cross the small room. 

“I wouldn’t say that. I’m not the one he’s worried about getting into trouble.” 

Spider may not have heightened senses like the Na’vi but you worry that he sees the way your hands ball around the thin blankets.

“So Lo’ak handed the role of babysitter off to you somehow.” You lean back against the cold wall, trying to appear bored by the conversation. 

“Just for today. He was clear that I would only be a substitute.” 

Your brows furrow at that. Maybe Lo’ak doesn’t mind watching over you as much as he lets on. Then again Lo’ak never fails to find your company amusing, and for all the wrong reasons. Some days you wonder if Neteyam would really be cross with you for slapping his brother across the face. Maybe if you batted your lashes and played it off as self defense….

“Well I’m sorry you can’t be there.” 

It’s Spider’s turn to look confused. 

“Why?” 

“Colonel Quaritch is your dad, isn’t he?” 

“That asshole is nothing close to a father.” Spider’s jaw clenches, posturing already shifting to loom over you. He may be human but his six foot frame of striped muscle greatly outweighs your own. 

“Oh trust me, I know. Quaritch has been nothing but a tyrant my entire life. I honestly don’t know how he managed to get back into General Ardmore’s good graces after half the stunts he has pulled. That’s why I was excited for today. Finally see that bastard put in his place.” Spider watches you closely. In some ways it feels like all he is missing he ears and tail of a Na’vi.

“Thought maybe you would want to see that too.” 

You know a good deal about Spider Soccoro. He is a story that is often shared among the recombinants but never in Quaritch’s presence. Many tales have been told of the feral stripped boy that was more trouble than worth. You wonder if the stories would have been different if he hadn’t chosen the Sullys in the end. Still, even with their biased filters you know that they put Spider through hell. 

Kidnapping is traumatic enough without having to watch islands burn and friends cry for justice. 

“I don’t care what happens to that bastard.” Spider huffs before promptly turning around and fishing through the hard drives once more. You’ve killed the already strained mood. 

“Well then you’re a better person than me. Good for you.” Spider doesn’t answer but you can tell he is listening. 

A bitter laugh escapes you. “Hell, I’ve only had to put up with him from a distance and I would ring his neck myself if given the chance.” 

Spider’s fingers fiddle with a blue hard drive, eyes staring down thoughtfully. 

“But I guess I should trust Neteyam to give him what he deserves. Watch that monster tuck his tail and accept his failure for what it is.”  It’s the one cause you consider Neteyam and yourself on the same side of. 

Leaning back, you prop your feet up onto the creaky mattress. 

“Yeah.” He says shortly. 

“Ugh don’t get me started on Lyle though-”

“What are you trying to do?” Spider springs to his feet, glaring daggers down at you. 

“What do-”

“Do you think I’m really that stupid? Neteyam told me you would do this. Trying to spin a story that would allow you to escape.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat. You’re startled by the outburst to say the least but at this point there is nothing to lose. This man you only met fifteen minutes ago is the difference between spending the rest of your days here and returning back to Earth. Neteyam’s punishments are far from being enough to deter you from taking this chance. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to-”

“Would it kill you to just stay out of trouble for this one day? For my sake?” The look he gives you is anything but tender in comparison to his words. 

The bitter taste of impending failure is already settling in. You can already feel the immense weight of this dread and it springs you into action. This can’t be the end. 

It won’t be. 

“Can you really blame me though? For wanting to say goodbye to everything and everyone I have ever known?” 

Spider goes quiet, hazel eyes suddenly avoiding your own gaze. 

“Believe whatever you want but the fact is this day will never repeat. This is literal history and…” You voice quivers, blunt teeth sinking into your bottom lip in restraint. The last barrier to holding the words back. “The last glimpse at my old life.” 

You don’t allow the gravity of those whispered words to plant themselves. This is all a ruse after all. Just enough sadness to get Spider to cooperate and yet saying it out loud feels like tying an anchor to your ankle. Truly realizing how stuck you may be from here on out. 

Spider doesn’t say anything for a long while. Neither of you look at each other, letting the silence sizzle between you. 

And then finally….

“We have to be quick.”

“And no touching anything. I mean it, shit out here can be extremely poisonous.” Spider rattles on, listing yet another rule to follow as the two of you venture through the thick terrain. You roll your eyes. You may not be a match for the creatures of Pandora physically but you’ve studied enough to understand what to stay away from.

“We’re there for five minutes tops, got it?” Spider says as he pushes a hanging branch out of your path. 

“Yes sir.” You salute him playfully. Now that you are less than a mile away from Bridgehead a certain giddiness begins to take over. It swirls together with your nerves and apprehension but it doesn’t deter you. This is the closest you have been to freedom in a week. 

Eywa’s mightiest creatures could not keep you from your goal. 

Years down the road when you wake up from kyro this will all be some awful dream that embeds itself into your revenge arch. Starting with Miles Quaritch of course. 

“I’m being serious. Neteyam will kill me if he sees you out here. I’m sticking my neck out for you.” 

“It will be worth it.” You say simply, a skip in your step when you recognize the familiar path that leads back to Bridgehead. This the same one you had carved deeper with every trip you had taken to your oasis. Looking back there is nothing more you regret but the sight of it still makes you smile. 

Spider never stops his stern rambling. Despite the fact that he is built like a Greek God, his speeches do little to intimidate you. Not when you’re used to nine feet of solid muscle and sharp canines. 

There is a bank that overhangs Bridgehead. A spot that Spider deems the perfect lookout for the two of you. You consider trying to convince him to get the two of you closer. After all, what good is a farewell that can’t be heard? Truth is, there really aren’t many people you would bother trying to say goodbye to. Jeremy moved on from you months ago, you have very little friends outside of that and what little you did have can be nothing but traitors by letting you get offered up without complaint. 

It feels like a risky move, however. Spider is sure to catch wind of your deception at the first hints of you disobeying.

“Here,” Spider mutters, suddenly pulling your arm so you stand directly in front of him. This leaves you sandwiched between the cliff’s edge and Spider’s tall frame. 

“Hey!” You snip at him, ripping your arm from his hold. 

“This way I can keep a close eye on you.” He smirks, hands resting confidently on his hips because he knows as well as you that his physical prowess greatly outweighs your own. It’s clear his trust is far from being earned. 

“Well do you have to breathe down my neck? Christ! I could use some space.” 

“No chance.” Spider responds shortly but his eyes are already scanning the crowd of RDA members below. 

“Neteyam doesn’t really take kindly to others sniffing around me.” 

You hate to play that card but it seems to be the only one you have in your deck and if you have any chance of getting out of here, Spider can’t be pressed up against you. A harsh glare is thrown down at you but with knitted brows and a fierce frown, the male takes a few steps back. It isn’t much, surely his presence will still be your first obstacle, but it’s a start. 

Every minute that passes by feels like torture. You watch as palettes of heavy equipment and artillery are rolled along the concrete with Na’vi supervising. Each one packed away is a signal of passing time, another stream of sand that falls through your hourglass of opportunity. The real nerves, however, kick in when the line of RDA members are escorted onto the ship. 

How long is it going to take them to load everyone?

How long until your hopes are dashed?

You spot Neteyam taking his place at the head. He is dressed up in his traditional Olo’eyktan gear completely with a feathered mantle and oval forehead jewelry, but this time he holds a gun. He holds it with confidence, finger strategically placed over the barrel and ready to strike at a moment’s notice. His golden eyes spark today like fire. Even from your lookout spot from above, you can feel that darting heat. 

You pray that they never fall on you again. 

Spider shifts over your shoulder suddenly, blonde dreads ticking your neck. You scramble out of his space but instead of jerking you into place as you expect, he takes your spot at the front. Brows knitting together, you watch him carefully as he crawls forward. 

Finally you spot what has captured his undivided attention. 

Colonel Miles Quaritch sternly leads his band of mutants through the crowd. They tower so high over the rest of the Sky People the sight is almost comedic. However, Spider is doing anything but laughing. His mask fogs up as he watches the scene with intensity. 

It’s like he is dead to the world, eyes trained on the man that has been anything but a father to him. 

You expect him to cheer, snarl, anything that shouts of victory. It was promises of seeing karma after all that had bought you this outing but Spider is silent and still. And then there is something else that flashes over his demeanor, a pang of emotion that is hard for you to place. 

Pain?

Hatred? 

Guilt? 

This swirl of tangled feelings is confusing.

Perhaps there is still so much more to learn about Spider Socorro. 

Regardless, this is your chance and you plan to take it. Tension bleeding into the moment you watch Spider diligently while beginning to back away. It feels as if the world’s ambience has been muffled into background noise and the only sound breaking through is the obnoxious puff of each breath through your mask. Neteyam hadn’t given you the serum shot this morning, assuming you would be spending the whole day in the outpost. Now, however, you wish he had. 

Spider is so enveloped in the moment, however, that he gives no recognition of the sound or even branch you clumsily snap when backing down from the cliff’s edge. 

There is no telling how long this trance will last or at what point you will be out of ear shot so you risk it all. 

Bare feet tingling in protest, you race across the forest floor. There’s no sign of an easy and stealthy way down into Bridgehead. Going back down your normal path would risk Spider spotting you race by. That’s not an option but neither is falling to your death. On the east side the cliff shallows out into a grassy hill. If you’re lucky enough you might just be able to creep down it and remain hidden beneath the heavy greenery. 

Upon reaching it, however, you step on loose dirt and the world rapidly spins around you. With neither a hint of grace or stealth you clumsily roll down the hill. Your muscles ache by the time you clunk to the bottom and you’re sure there are other injuries to be found. Adrenaline dulling the pain and panic, you dart to hide in the nearest bush instantly. 

The scene is so much louder now that you are up close. Heavy trucks make blaring beeping sounds while reversing and Na’vi freely let out loose cries of victory and foreign threats. The commotion is just enough to have your presence remain undetected. 

You don’t bank on that lasting for long though.

Your scanty traditional Na’vi attire is sure to draw attention. You need different clothes and you need it fast. Scaling around the outskirts of the chaos, you miraculously manage to make it to that familiar run down door. Sector two-your building. 

Paranoia constantly scraping at your attention, you barely let the room equalize before ripping your mask off. These hallways feel so different than you remember them. Perhaps it is the feel of the metal floors beneath bare feet or the lacking furniture and crowd. It sends a chill up your spine as you sprint towards your room. 

How much time do you have?

They can’t have loaded more than half of the crew by now.

And yet, the sight of deserted halls makes your feet slap against the floor faster. 

Get dressed. Immerse yourself in the crowd. Hide until take off is through and then find a kyro capsule.

You mentally check through this list. 

Piece of cake. 

Maybe saying it out loud would make it sound less like a fool’s hope. 

Fuck it. The odds don’t matter and neither do your nerves. This is a necessity, pure survival and that will be enough to keep you going. It will because it has to. 

Your feet slip across the laminated floor when you frantically scramble to go back the way you came. Two tall and ominous shadows wrap from around the opposite corner and you are afforded just enough time to dart behind a wall before Lyle and Z Dawg appear. 

“You’re an idiot.” She says. 

“Yeah yeah say whatever you want but don’t pretend like you wouldn’t rip someone in half for a Big Mac right now.” Lyle defends himself, their shadows now paint the dimly lit corridor, stretching closer and closer to your tucked away spot.

You could run, but these are recombinants. They would pick up the sound of your footsteps in an instant. The wind from your sprint would carry your scent. 

“Sure, but I asked what your first meal back on Earth would be, not what your guilty pleasure fast food order is.” 

“These savages can keep their overgrown weeded garden of a planet. I want some fucking chicken nuggets!” 

As their voices become louder it appears that running will be your only choice after all. 

“I don’t even know why I ask at this point.” She sighs and a short hiss echoes down the hallway. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, feet repositioning as you prepare yourself to run. If you were smart you would have already been halfway down the hallway at this point but some part of you refuses to move. It clings to hope foolishly. 

“Well I’m sure-”

“Shut up asshole. The comm.” Z Dawg hisses and they both turn silent, no doubt listening to the orders on the other end. 

Your hands are shaking now, that tremor traveling up your shoulders as you await their response. 

“Copy that.” Lyle says and then the sound of heavy boots recedes into the distance. 

You can hardly believe your luck. 

That dark cloud of dread ripples away and hope takes its place once more. Maybe you can pull this off after all. 

Your room is exactly as you left it. No one has bothered to pack up any of your things or even dispose of your half folded laundry. This tiny corner of a shared living space has been your own for your whole life, everything you have known. It feels so small now. 

Rifling through the laundry basket you find a loose green tee and a pair of  tan shorts. You originally had a whole outfit planned for this day, something comfortable but nice. Those garments are, however, still crumpled up on the ground. This will have to do. 

As you hastily slip them over the beaded jewelry and tewng you pray to whatever god will listen that this will be enough to keep you incognito. You are barely finished buttoning up the shorts when heavy footsteps ring down the hallway. 

Their echo is soft, no doubt still several halls away but they are progressively getting louder. Now is not the time to take any more risks. This room is tiny and already cramped with scattered junk. Hiding under your bed would not only be idiotic but near impossible with the way your creaky bed  swoopes so low to the ground. There is, however, an old built-in cabinet above that you’ve used to hold your clothes. 

It’s just barely big enough for you to squeeze into so with those footsteps getting louder and your own terror sky rocketing, you push everything out of it and shove your body into the metal space. The door has metal slots with just enough slant to allow your visual through it. 

Your clammy right hand presses over your mouth when the door to the room creaks open.

Neteyam strolls in leisurely, eyes sweeping over the cramped space with interest. With wide eyes and strangled lungs, you watch him prowl through the area slowly. He bends down to run his fingers over the rumbled sheets, the back of his hand lingers over your pillow case. 

He takes his time looking through the various knick knacks and cords littering your night stand. He doesn’t hesitate to ball the old picture of Jeremy into his fists. Its remains are tossed to the side without care. 

Did he toss the real Jeremy like that?

You make a vow to find him as soon as you make it on board. 

Assuming Neteyam hasn’t already hunted him down. 

You could look for whatever is left of Jeremy.

You can’t think about that now, though. Not as your heart is pounding against your ribs like a bird trying to escape a cage. Not when Neteyam lifts his mask for a sip of air as he plays with your tiny music box. 

He is gentle with all of your belongings, roaming through the area like a man that doesn’t have hundreds of Sky People to threaten off of his planet. Surely, he will have to leave soon. He’s just here out of curiosity, more of his stalker tendencies pushing him to invade your space. 

The music box looks like a Christmas ornament in his palm and you worry that he will accidently crush it. It was a pain in the ass to get and a possession you have always treasured because of that. Neteyam’s ears push forward when he finally figures out how to start the music and that delicate ballerina begins to twirl. 

“Maybe it’s all of your silly trinkets.” He breaks the silence, you startle slightly. He can’t be talking to you, you remind yourself. Neteyam thinks he is alone, just nosing through your old room as he thinks out loud. “Is that what you miss so much? What has you running off and acting naughty, little gift?” 

He’s bluffing. There is no way he could know you are here. Your scent has to be strong in the room but that’s to be expected since this was your living space. Ironically this should be the perfect place to hide away. 

“You know,” He starts, carefully placing the music box back down. “I was planning on letting you bring some of these funny things back to our kelku once you start behaving. A little incentive to be my good girl.” 

The knot in your throat is near impossible to gulp down and when you do, his ears twitch. You don’t want to believe it. How did he find you? You tug your legs closer to your chest as if you can contort yourself into a small enough ball that will magically disappear. 

“But it’s obvious now that you respond better to retribution than reward.” 

It’s a miracle that your lip doesn’t split from how hard your teeth press into it. Neteyam may not be able to track your scent here but the smell of blood would be a dead giveaway. All signs point to being caught but you aren’t ready to hand over the last shreds of hope yet. Neteyam doesn’t know about the cabinet. He’s bluffing about knowing you are here. No one has seen you. 

“We can revisit the idea of a reward system later, pet.” 

The muscles in your legs are cramping beyond relief, begging you to stretch out. You don’t heed these discomforts, too paralyzed by the proximity of your captor. Neteyam on the other hand appears deceivingly content and relaxed, rummaging through your things as if he has all the time in the world. 

He carefully opens your nightstand drawer and those hairless eyebrows raise immediately. The bras are tossed to the side with the same care as the picture but then tiny little lace fabric hangs from his fingers. It’s far from your greatest problem but your cheeks heat anyways when he carefully observes your light purple panties. 

Out of all the drawers to open it seems that Neteyam knows just the one to torment you with. 

“Then again,” The Olo’eyktan smirks. “These are quite cute.” And this time instead of inhaling from the respirator he soaks in the scent from the small fabric instead. Your thighs clench together. 

“Wouldn’t mind having my little tawtute model these for me.” He hums, while pulling out several more pairs. He tucks them away safely in a small pouch attached to his loincloth. “That is, once I finally get rid of this rebellious streak of yours.” 

You allow yourself a small sigh when Neteyam goes around to the other side of the bed, just enough distance for you to breathe properly. 

“Time to come out, little gift.” He squats down onto his haunches, prowling across the floor like a predator on track. He must be searching for you and if that is true then you may still have a chance yet. Neteyam may think you are in here but he doesn’t know where exactly. 

Thoughts race through your mind at a thousand miles per minute. They twist and twirl to find some way that you could get out of this situation unscathed. The doorway is visible through the slanted slits of the cupboard. With the proper footing you may be able to close that distance with a courageous leap. And maybe, just maybe that would be enough to catch Neteyam off guard and give you a head start. 

You make one fatal mistake, however. 

If there is one thing a good prey knows to do, it is to keep sight of their predator at all times. 

Your feet don’t even get the chance to hit the ground, instead dangling and thrashing once you are caught with a strong hold around your waist. Hoping is waning but disappointment sprouts into increased vigor as your nails digging into his arms and legs struggle to kick back at him. 

“YOU MOTHERFUCK-” Your cursing slings into a shriek when Neteyam grabs a fistful of your hair and uses it to strongly crane your head backwards. His golden eyes are dilated until only a thin rim of molten gold is visible. The weight of his angry gaze takes your breath away. 

“Enough.” He enunciates the word, like a drawn sword ready to slash. “Listen closely, pet.” The lump in your throat goes down with a strained gulp. “There is not an inch of this Sky Demon hell hole or corner of this planet that you can run to without being drawn back to me. You are mine and I’ve done well to mark my property.” The fingers intertwined in your hair tickle over the back of your neck, no doubt leaving the trail of his scent behind. “You reek of me.” 

Tears gather at the corner of your eyes and you flutter them closed to avoid his burning attention. 

“As you should.” His voice rumbles as nothing more than a growl against the nape of your neck. 

“I never asked for this!” Your fighting dimms down to nothing more than squirming as gritting the choked words out sucks your energy away. Before you can do anything to stop it, tears blaze trails down your cheeks. “Just let me go! Please!” 

“Quiet, pet.” 

Another yank to your hair and the words die on your lips. It’s clear now that the time for fun and games is over. Neteyam wastes no time in throwing you onto the creaky mattress and covering your body with his own until he becomes a shadow blocking out the fluorescent light above. His thighs straddle your waist, putting just enough weight down to keep you in place. 

“No more tears.” He sighs, with down turned lips, but doesn’t pause his bunching of your tee shirt. “It’s clear I’ve been spoiling you too much.” 

A broken grasp is pulled from your throat when he easily tears the shirt straight down the middle. You’re not sure what you are trying to accomplish as you swat at his working hands. The shirt was neither your favorite nor of great importance but you still try to stop the onslaught of ripping. 

Confused and overwhelmed you squirm as he rips it into wide ribbons of fabric and then without warning you are flipped onto your stomach. You scramble to crawl away but Neteyam’s plants a foot on your ass and that is unfortunately all it takes to pin you down. Your hands are snatched next, forced together behind your back as the ripped stripes of your own shirt are used as makeshift rope to tie your wrists together. 

Something about him using your own personal clothing to keep you bound for him has your legs kicking out fiercely. It won’t do much damage even if you manage to hit him, but there needs to be an outlet for your anger. You need to feel like there is still some wreckage for you to inflict. The last tiny shred of power that you cling to for dear life. 

Neteyam isn’t in the mood to put up with your outbursts. Much like a fresh kill from his hunting trips he keeps you pinned and makes quick work of binding you imobile. The action is so well rehearsed and instinctual in fact that he already moves on to his next task of destroying your shorts. 

Shrieks and small clawing fingers are simply background ambience for the Olo’eyktan as he works. Surprisingly the small tawtute sized Na’vi clothing is not exempt from the male’s destructive hands. They too become nothing more than rolling beads and scraps of fabric falling to the floor. 

Your string of bloody curses are only temporarily interrupted by your own gasp when Neteyam takes a seat on the bed and throws you over his knee in one swift move. Kicking is no longer an option for your rage when he swings one leg over both of yours. Blood rushes to your head but even dizziness can’t stop your violent outrage. 

However, it appears a cracking smack to your upturned ass can. 

The pain doesn’t ripple forward until a few moments after your shock has subsided. Neteyam has always had creative ways of punishing you but this is different. You’d figured that he would never lay a hand on you after all that he has droned on and on about how important it is to protect a fragile thing like you. 

But another hit accompanies the first and this time you can’t hold back your small squeak. 

“Just as I thought.” He spanks you again, his hand mercilessly hitting both cheeks with every strike. “You’ve been practically begging for a firmer hand.” The cry that the next rapid three slaps pull from you is one that you don’t recognize. 

“Pretty little things like you still struggle to remember their place.” 

“Stop! Stop!” You shriek, trapped legs still fruitlessly sprawling for escape. 

“Don’t worry, little gift.” He squeezes one of your pink cheeks after this last spank. “That’s what I am here for. I won’t let your silly little tawtute tendencies keep you away from me.” 

It doesn’t take long for the color of your backside to match your face as the blood drains to your head. Neteyam is persistent, hardly batting an eye at your cries and shrieks. From cursing to death threats, none of your spewed venom makes him flinch. If anything you manage to catch his small smirk when you twist to glare up at him. You don’t make that mistake again when you find this behavior only rewards you with condescending coos from the Na’vi. 

“That’s a good girl. Let all those nasty words go.” He purrs, heavy hand never letting up on your poor bottom. 

It’s this praise that has your mouth clamping shut. You hold back any and every sound you can as your ass takes a beating. Which is not a lot when the Na’vi male has unfathomable strength and your backside already feels like flames could erupt from it at any moment. 

“Oh pet, I’ve hardly even touched you and you’re already blushing so pretty for me.” Neteyam hums in delight, hand roaming over your burning ass like an art piece just waiting to be admired properly. 

Hardly even touched you?

Is this just his way of being an ass or are you truly that far from the finish line?

You jolt when one finger slips between the crack of your cheeks, teasing over your hole gently. A sound caught between a scream and whimper erupts from you without thought. Bound hands flatten and flail to cover the untouched area but Neteyam simply chuckles and lets his own hand retreat. 

“Mawey, tiyawn.” Neteyam pats your backside softly, almost in a casual reassuring manner. “Another day.” 

It’s hard to say what is more humiliating. Being bound and turned over the Olo’eyktan’s knee like a naughty child or the wetness trickling from your pussy at the feel of his teasing fingers in a place you’ve never dared let anyone else explore before. 

Pain is a great distraction from your humiliation. So much so that it eventually motivates you to dash pride to the side and begin your pleading. 

“A-ah Neteyam! I’m sorry! I’m sorry…eh-ah I-I’ll be good!” It’s not even clear what you are trying to say anymore. Your mouth runs on autopilot, throwing out any line of remorse in hopes of one doing the job. “I ngh-ah didn’t mean to! I won’t run! Can’t take anymo- ah! Neteyam!” 

He reigns his hits to warm the underside of your thighs too, moving between that vulnerable area and your ass in such an erratic way that it is impossible to anticipate where the next will land. 

Plea after plea is thrown out but resembles nothing more than garbled desperation, nothing that can pass as a full sentence.

However, one call catches his attention.

“Olo’eyktan please!” 

The sound of slapping skin stops. 

Tears continue to plunge down your cheeks even without the constant spanking, your ass burns and tingles in shock. The tuft of his tail poruses over your naked thighs, sending a sensation both painful and ticklish. 

“Repeat, pet.” 

“Wha-what?” You stammer, voice thick with tears. 

“What did you say?” That large hand comes down once more like a crack of lightning. 

“AH! Olo’eyktan O-Olo’eyktan please please please. No more no more!” 

He smooths over your knotted hair, pushing it away from your sweaty temple and tear stained face. It’s tempting to look away from his soft gaze but intuition tells you to let him see the trembling state he has left you in. Let him witness how pitiful and distraught a simple spanking has made you be. 

“I….I’m sorry, Olo’eyktan.” 

Neteyam smiles like one would at a lover, a tender pride lacing his lips. 

“You’re learning, pet.”

Putting batteries in that small remote was a mistake. A ridiculous useless mistake that now leaves you standing on shaky legs. The pink vibrator that has resided in your nightstand drawer dutifully on hand for years is now the source of your torment. 

Well, maybe not the source per say. 

No, the true origin of this humiliation stares back at you with knowing eyes and swatting tail, his large hand making that tiny remote look like a children’s toy. The vibrator buzzes inside of you on the lowest setting, but that relief can only last for so long with the way Neteyam enjoys jumping between the different levels. 

Every last shredded piece of your Na’vi and human clothing lays back on the floor of your old bedroom. The only savior of your decency is Neteyam’s cloak that he had thrown around your shoulders. With the size difference this cloak acts more like a dress and therefore gives you more coverage than you’ve had in a week yet somehow leaves you feeling more vulnerable than ever before. Trembling fingers never stray from the seams of the cloak, keeping it wrapped around you tightly as the crowds of humans and Na’vi continue to pass you. 

Neteyam has left you with one of the other Na’vi warriors but never out of his sight. It’s a miracle that your hands were cut loose in the first place but perhaps that is another sick joke the Olo’eyktan plays on you. He knows that you won’t run. He knows you can’t run. His attention and promised consequences for misbehavior are more than enough to keep you tucked in his pocket. 

That and of course his control over the rippling vibrations that torture your pussy. 

The nearest warrior is sure to be noticing your frazzled state by now. At least he has the decency to hide his interest, unlike another Na’vi that watched from the sidelines. Lo’ak, leaned against one of the hoverships like it’s a random Tuesday afternoon, watches with a small smirk and perked ears. If Neteyam notices, he doesn’t seem to have a problem with it because Lo’ak is left unbothered in his ogling. 

The tempo increases, the vibrator now picking a pattern of random pulses that bash against your sweet spot. Bottom lip bleeding now from your biting, it’s a struggle to keep your moans at bay. With the heavy machinery moving and hundreds of Na’vi and humans passing surely there must be enough noise to block out any degrading sounds you make. But you can’t take that risk. You’ve made the mistake of underestimating the Na’vi’s enhanced hearing before and that is what has landed you here. 

Neteyam twirls the tiny remote between his fingers like a fidget toy as another Na’vi warrior comes to report. 

You start to commiserate the loss of that ridiculous human sized loincloth Neteyam made you because at least then there was some fabric barrier to hide your wetness. Now, the thick Pandoran air runs up the cloak and over your soaked thighs and cunt. It reminds you constantly how pathetic you have become as orgasm after orgasm has escaped your grip. Even worse it reminds you how easy it is to carry that aroused scent through the breeze for all Na’vi to detect. At that rate, worrying about your noises is the least of your concerns. 

Lo’ak reloads the machine gun with practiced hands, moving with muscle memory so he can continue to stare and send silent messages your way. No doubt he is theorizing on what exactly his brother has done to diminish you to such a state. His eyes dance with those ideas, the little quirk of his lips telling you just how creative and vial his thoughts have turned. 

Another level up and this time it is Neteyam’s eyes that have you squirming. Your impending orgasm coils tighter and tighter with every passing second and you're so desperate to find some way to release this energy that your bare feet begin fidgeting against the concrete. It’s almost like a little dance, one that has Lo’ak laughing under his breath. 

It stops.

You breathe. 

There is some sort of commotion off in the distance. Not one that you can truly pin down the source of but you do notice the way Neteyam nods as a Na’vi female says something to him. With a wave she is dismissed and then the Olo’eyktan saunters off. Although slightly worried over the trouble, you are grateful for the respite. 

And then a nightmare unfurls before your eyes.

Instead of marching to the issue, Neteyam takes a pit stop to converse with his younger brother. Lo’ak’s tail whips in the wind at whatever is whispered in his ear but the real horror comes when that traitor of a remote is handed over to the younger Sully male. 

You are seconds away from stomping over there and crushing that pink little weapon before the other male can wield it. However, your dutiful guard places a hand on your shoulder after just one step. His eyes remain locked forward but the warning is enough as his hand retreats. You are still being watched. 

With one last glance your way, Neteyam has the audacity to give you, his little pet, a warm smile before leaving you in the hands of his brother. 

Lo’ak swings the gun around to his back in favor of playing with his new toy. Every dark and viscous fiber left within you is channeled into the glare you give him. It should say everything that your lips can not.

Don’t you dare.

Don’t you fucking dare. 

Now would be a good time to look into Na’vi curses, anything you could betrix upon him for what he is about to do, because of course Lo’ak won’t back down. If anything that fire in your eyes lights his own delight and has him sitting down and bracing forward. Forearms resting on his thighs he clocks your every movement.

This is sure to be the best entertainment the bastard has had in a long time. 

He savors the passing moments of anticipation. Never backing down from the ultimate seething looks you give him. Finally a crash sounds and that distraction is right when Lo’ak sets the vibrator to high. From zero to one hundred, pleasure rackets through you like a shock wave. The force is so much that it temporarily makes you stumble on your feet. The other guard wordlessly steadies you back into place. 

Lo’ak’s grin is feral. 

This silent battle slips between your fingers so quickly it is hard to comprehend, because all that can register in your brain is how fast you are hurtling towards an orgasm. After Neteyam’s denial your body is high strung and ready to take any sensation as fuel to push you over the edge. Nails digging into the soft fabric of Neteyam’s cloak, pleasure rockets higher and higher until only the whites of your eyes are visible. 

Knees bowing inward, ecstasy is finally yours. 

There isn’t enough energy left to question why Lo’ak let you reach your high. Instead you focus on riding that wave while simultaneously keeping upright. 

That persistent buzzing against your sweet spot continues until your nerves are short circuiting. The pleasure turns to overstimulation and you give Lo’ak a look that alerts him of this change. 

His amusement tells you that he already knows your predicament but his thumb remains far from the off button. 

Pathetic noises now bubble up your throat without restraint as pleasure ebbs into pain. It switches back and forth until another release is on the verge of consuming your being. The guard next to you doesn’t say anything when he helps to sit on the cold ground. 

The second orgasm has a bitter taste to it but your greedy pussy clenches around the toy all the same. It’s almost too bad that Neteyam decided not to gag you because at least that would muffle your cries as you rock down onto the toy. Lo’ak gulps at the sight, pupils blown wide when the first glimmer of tears scrape down your cheeks.

Regardless, he shows no mercy as he takes in the show with undivided interest. 

Vaguely you register the bustle and commotion around you as different Na’vi and humans rush to and fro, giant machinery finally backing into place but they are only background noise to your third orgasm. 

Your body is caught between delight and despair with every passing second. When you are close to reaching your peak for the fourth time your body is resistant to get you there all the way. The intense buzzing in your pussy is driving you wild but still not enough to drag out another orgasm after being too overstimulated. Despite the soreness that emanates from your wrecked hole, your clit throbs in agony. Begging to be touched. To be licked. Pinched. Flicked. God, anything at this point.

Memories of Neteyam doing just that surface, pushing you closer and closer to another dumbing climax and yet only serve as a reminder of how you are not getting the treatment you so desperately need. Pride is dashed to the side, you’ll worry about the consequences of grinding onto the toy in public later. 

Lo’ak’s hands roughly brush over his inner thighs and it draws your attention. The taunt muscle and smooth skin of those thighs would surely brush over your intimate flesh so perfectly. He would probably help you too, hands clawing at your hips as they urge you back and forth over the area. Even more so, the younger brother would not be able to pass up the opportunity to show his power over the situation, muscles flexing to tease your clit oh so beautifully. 

You’re not sure when Lo’ak became telepathic but he grips his knees and gives you a look that says he knows every dark desire that plagues your brain. His nails press into that soft flesh and drag until there are pretty red marks left behind. If you crawled over there sweetly, would he let you ride? Maybe if you healed those red marks with open mouthed kisses and kitten licks. 

Unaroused you would be ashamed of this train of thought but she is so far gone now. 

The only thing your poor abused cunt is begging for was attention. Anything to get this awful mix of heaven and hell to bleed into euphoric release and rest. 

The only thing stopping you from reaching down and finishing the job yourself is the assurance that Lo’ak would snip all pleasure in a bud at the sight of any touching. 

The area has been cleared of invaders. Na’vi begin to make their way off to the hills before take off but you are none the wiser. Caught in your own little bubble you don’t even notice when a sudden shadow blocks out the sun. That is until, large warm hands slip under the cloak and skate over your spread legs. 

Such a simple touch has never made you whimper more. 

Neteyam’s accent is thicker now, words heavy enough to hardly understand the meaning as he coos at you. “There’s my sweet pet. Little slut just wants to come again, don’t you?”

His fingers force your legs to spread even wider. Lo’ak’s stares as if his glare could heat up enough to burn through that cloak. 

With such delicacy it makes you want to scream, Neteyam uses two fingers to part your pussy lips and expose your pulsing clit. The other hand slithers down to rest on your thigh as you try to buck against the air. 

“Come for your Olo’eyktan, pet,” He growls and with the other hand he begins delivering rapid little taps to your clit. It’s humiliating how tiny the gesture that puts you over the edge is but you paint the toy white regardless. 

When the vibrator finally takes a rest you are too far lost in your own little world. Neteyam swaddles you in the cloak and carries you in his arm as you bury into his chest. And conveniently, when you are tucked back in the forest there is no awareness left in you to recognize the sound of launching ships. 

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our paths crossing

Pairing: Tsu’tey x Avatar!Reader + Adopted!Spider

Summary: Tsu’tey is given a second chance at life, but not even Eywa could convince him to accept it. 

Word Count: 9k+

Warnings: single mom power, generational trauma, parental manipulation (tsu’tey’s parents suck), fluff

Na'vi words used: pa'li - direhorse, nivi - hammock, olo'eyktan - clan leader, ikran - mountain banshee, Iknimaya - Rite of Passage, marui - home, oel ngati kameie - I See you, taronyutsyìp - little hunter, teylupil prrnen - teylu face baby, niktsyey - food/leaf wrap, tsaheylu - bond, sa'nok - mother, Uniltaron - Dream Hunt, irayo - thank you, tawtute - human, tswin - queue braid, maitan - my son, sa'sem - parents, taronyu - hunter, tsahik - spiritual leader, tsakarem - tsahik in training, meresh'ti cau'pla - banshee catcher

A/N: This was heavily inspired by other Tsu’tey works written by @simps256 @byunpum @shu-box-puns and @little-box-of-autism on Tumblr, and @ AlexiHollis on Ao3

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PANDORA, 2154+

Everything is connected, one way or another. From the tiny stem of a plant, to the pa'li that steps on it, and to the ginormous tree looming over it. Pandora is made up of various different sizes of networks, from microscopic to gigantic. Some are easier to see than others. The network of tree branches and roots is clearly visible, but there are small ones, not physically distinct, and Eywa can see it all as clear as day.

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Romancing Pandora 4

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: This is my first time writing for this kink! I really tried to capture the kind of thrilling anxiety that comes along with it so I hope it turned out well! I hope you all enjoy it!

Pairing: So'lek x Fem!Human!Reader

Warnings: Primal Play, Mentions of P in V, Biting, Restraints, Crempies, Orgasm Denial

You and your big mouth. Why didn’t you ever learn when was the perfect time to just shut up? You just had to challenge him. Him of all people. You knew what it would mean if you were caught. Yet, your body is alive with adrenaline. Your legs pump as hard as they can and your feet carry you as fast and far as they possibly can in this terrain. It was hopeless, though. You were only human. A small one at that. You were no match for a na’vi who was easily twice your size. Thankfully, this was no more than a game to him. Just to prove a point. If he were to take this seriously, you would’ve been caught before you even made it through the trees. He’s toying with you. 

“You’d better hide well, tawtute.” his voice calls from the distance. He’s already closer than you anticipated.

Shit. 

Your lungs are already burning from the exertion. You can’t run forever. You have to hide. Even if it’s only for a minute. You can’t breathe. Your eyes are frantically searching in front of you for the smallest opening to crawl into. Twigs and branches snap behind you. He’s coming. 

You come across a lifted branch at the base of a tree with an opening that seems just big enough for you to fit into. You scramble to crawl into the space and you clamp a hand over your mouth to hopefully muffle the sound of your heaving breaths. The sound of footsteps  gets closer and closer until they’re essentially right on top of you. You can only hear the crunching of leaves under his feet as he slowly circles around your hiding spot. You’re trapped.

You try to steady your breathing and calm your thrashing heart fearing that he’ll actually hear it beating in your chest. 

It feels like a lifetime that you sit without moving an inch. But still, you wait and wait until finally you hear the sound of him walking away. Heavy footsteps seeming to fade into the distance. Your hand falls from your face and you listen for a second to ensure he’s not still here. You dip your head under the large branch to peek out at your surroundings. Suddenly, there’s a yank behind you and you’re sent flying backwards and out from your safe hiding spot. 

It all happens so suddenly, it takes a minute for your vision to focus again. When it does, you’re face to face with So’lek. He has you strung up with one hand by the back of your shirt. He has a satisfied smile on his face. 

“Nice try, tawtute, but not good enough.” he says getting closer to your face. 

Even without being on solid ground, your legs are still trembling.

“You know what happens now, don’t you?” he asks with a smirk that perfectly displays his pointy canines. 

The prospect of what’s to come has you clenching around nothing. 

“Do your worst, kitty cat” you tease hoping the tremble in your voice doesn’t show. 

He lets off a low growl in your direction making you flinch, but also you can feel yourself becoming wetter by the second. 

“Oh, I am going to enjoy watching you regret your words.” 

You know it’s not only a threat, but a promise. A promise of a night full of ruthless poundings and mind-shattering orgasms. Brutal biting and skin-bruising ties that hold you in whatever way he prefers while he ruts into you like an animal. Until your mind is numb and there is nothing left of you but a drooling, babbling heap with his seed dripping out of your abused hole.

And with your smart ass mouth, you know he’s going to drag it out as long as possible just to watch you squirm and writhe and beg. He wants you to beg him for release so that he can say ‘no’ and deny you over and over again until he’s personally satisfied. 

And you couldn’t wait. 

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“Mighty warrior” Neteyam. Sketch

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requested by @/Being_olivia on wattpad

aonung x human!reader

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it's just past midday, and a light breeze is swaying the leaves above each of the suspended pods that were occupied with families eating lunch.

i was walking along the elastic bridges that connected each of the pods, hearing the mumbling of conversations from inside them along with the occasional hiss from my oxygen mask.

i was holding a large shallow bowl of different fruits from around the island, along with small flowers from the bushes lining the shores.

i also carried a bag that was hanging around my elbow and was filled with homemade goods that neytiri had made. the net bag consisted of different colours of loincloths, beautifully crafted necklaces, and delicate shawls that took hours to make.

neytiri hadn't been adjusting to the move very well, only participating in swimming lessons early in the morning before returning to our family pod for the rest of the day. that's how i had so many different clothes to give considering how little time we had been here.

i was making my way to the olo'eyktan's pod; it was only somewhat larger than the others and was located slightly in front of them, hanging over the ocean water between the larger roots of the trees that seemed to circle the island.

"hello!" i called out as i approached the opened side of the pod, taking a deep breath as my mask hissed once again. i stepped inside the pod, but still hadn't received an answer, so i assumed no one was home and i'd have to wait for the family's return to apologise for my brothers' behavior.

lo'ak had punched the shit out of the olo'eyktan's son, aonung, after he and his little group of friends had called kiri, and the rest of our family freaks. neteyam had joined lo'ak in beating up the group of metkayina boys.

i appeared next to kiri about halfway through the fight, and honestly, i was almost embarrassed as i watched lo'ak get dragged by his tail through the wet sand and shallow water.

"can i help you?" i spun around quickly, another hiss coming from my mask as i gasped slightly. aonung had seemingly materialised out of thin air. "um, i came to apologise for my brothers' actions toward you and your friends," i replied, lifting the bowl of fruit a bit, "that and neytiri thought it would be good for me to try and get on your mother's good side."

aonung let out a short chuckle. "i'm afraid no one can get on her good side, not even her children," he joked. it felt like he was staring me down, and more than just that i was feet shorter than him.

it felt like he was staring into my soul. my eye darted around the tightly woven straw floors, trying to avoid eye contact with the turquoise-coloured boy in front of me.

finally looking back up at him, i realise his left eye is swollen. i hiss at the potential pain he could be in. i bring one of my legs up to rest the bottom of the bowl i was holding and say, "that's going to bruise badly." i bring my now free hand up to point at the boy's eye.

aonung nods his head, "you must know a lot about bruises." i frown my brows, confused as to why he would assume that "you know cause of all the fighting your family has done against the sky people." i place my foot back on the ground and hold the bowl with both hands. "uh yea, i guess we did a lot of that." i nod back at him, looking back down this time to inspect the fruit and flowers in the bowl.

"it's kind of weird that you, a sky person, fight against your people." aonung starts to walk around me, circling me and stopping behind me, scrutinising every inch of my being. "i may be human, but i am not a sky person; i was born among the people; i grew up a na'vi," i argue with him as i lift my head and look over my shoulder at him.

"you will never be na'vi." ronal, aonung's mother, and tsahik of the metkayina clan, called as she and her mate walked through the opening in the woven structure, i bowed my head with disappointment, knowing a lot of na'vi saw me as nothing but a potential traitor.

"olo'eyktan, tsahik." i turn towards them and drop to my knees in front of them, saying, "i come bearing fruits and gifts as an apology for the trouble my family has caused you in such a short time of being here." i keep my head low, not wanting to meet ronald's harsh gaze.

"did neytiri put you up to this? did she send you to make you seem like a golden child? so that i may like you more even though you are human?" she questioned my intentions. "no, of course not, tsahik, i came to apologise on behalf of my family, nothing more." i gave a small glance up at aonung, hoping he wouldn't rat me out. he thankfully stays silent, watching the interaction off to the side.

"now, now, let's not blame the girl for the sky people's actions." tonowari holds his hand out in front of his mate, trying to calm her. "you can stand now, y/n," he commands.

i slowly stand and meet ronal's gaze. "is there somewhere you would like me to put this?" i ask, referring to the bowl of fruits and flowers in my slightly sore arms. "just put it in the corner." she quickly dismisses me. her hand motions towards the corner of the pod, which already had a small stack of food and a box.

i walk towards the corner, squat down, and place the bowl on the floor, making sure none of the fruit rolls out of the bowl before standing back up.

i turn back around to face ronald and nowari, moving the net bag that had been forgotten around my elbow to my hands, "i also have some clothing items for you and your family." i inform either one of the adults. ronal lets out a small, displeased grunt, barely able to hold back an eye roll.

"that's very sweet of you." tonowari gave me a fond smile, which i returned. "ronald, would you please look through them?" he asked with a small hand gesture towards me. she gave him a hard glare before directing it at me.

ronal walks up to me while i hold out the mesh bag full of clothing. she snatched it, pulling out the item on top, before moving the bag to rest on her elbow. she holds up a gorgeous pearl and shell necklace.

it had several layers of pearls, and in the middle of each layer was a unique shell with macramé around it holding it in place.

she turned the article of clothing in her hand, inspecting every detail of it; no doubt she was trying to find an imperfection to comment on. "there's something for everyone in there," i informed her and the other two standing idle in the pod.

i wish tsireya was here; she would already praise me like a god for the simplest gesture of kindness. i can only imagine how profoundly thankful she would be for the fruit and clothes.

"how has she been able to create all these in such a short time?" ronal's question was about neytiri, and i should've known she would try to find a way to shame my family and label us a useless.

"she has the gift of quick hands. kiri and i helped her with it as well." it wasn't entirely a lie; neytiri did have quick hands, and kiri and i had helped her make clothes. back in the forest. we had all been too busy learning how to live in the new environment, especially kiri. the water seemed to enchant the girl.

ronal puts the necklace back into the bag and digs around it, having a quick look at the rest of the items in it. "if anything is a bit too big or small, please let me know and i can fix it." i gave her a small smile.

although her face doesn't hold a frown anymore, it doesn't hold a smile either. "we appreciate your kindness; thank you for the gifts." on the other hand, tonawaris' face held a wide, greatful grin.

ronal drops the bag of clothes to the floor and takes an airy stride toward me. "you give gifts, but what about my son's face?" i was stunned by her question. i didn't really expect her to accept my apology, but to start this kind of drama was a little much.

"how are your fruits and clothes going to fix the pain my son is in?" she takes another step forward. "or the cuts on his hands?" she was now leaning over me. her face held anger, and i had to admit i was scared of her.

"umm, i could help him rap his hands and apply an ointment for the cuts." i don't know why i was offering to help heal her son; she didn't seem to want any of my family to be near hers, especially me.

"you will do as you say, and only then will i forgive you and your family." ronal quickly turns away from me and grabs her mate's hand, dragging him to leave the pod with her.

i spun around to face aonung, my mouth hanging open and my brows furrowed. i was beyond confused as to what just happened. never in a million years had i imagined ronal leaving me to treat her son's wounds.

"what the hell just happened?" i asked the boy in front of me, "i, uh, don't really know." it seemed he was just as confused as me.

"just sit down and i'll fix you up," i command, turning away from him before quickly turning back and asking, "where do you keep your medicines?" "they're in the box just over there," he says, pointing to a medium-sized box in the same corner as the food while he sits down.

i walk back over to the corner, squat down, and lift the lid off the box, pulling out a small roll of dried seaweed bandages and a small wooden jar full of cream for the small cuts lining aonung's knuckles.

closing the box, i stand and walk over to aonung with the helpful items in my hands. i lower myself to the floor and sit directly in front of him, placing the items between us.

i held out my hand for him as i opened the jar and dipped my fingers into the ointment with the other, ready to apply it to his knuckles. when neither of his hands moved from their position in his lap, i looked up at him, and although his face didn't show confusion, i could tell he didn't understand.

"give me your hand," i command the boy, still staring at his face. "what?" the confusion was definitely showing on his face. i now roll my eyes before instructing him again. "give me your hand, skxawng," his brows now frown in slight offence as his hand still sits unmoving in his lap. i roll my eyes once more before looking down and grabbing one of his hands.

i started to rub the small amount of cream that was sitting on my opposite hand along the small red splits across his knuckles. "ow, that stings," aonung tries to pull his hand back, "stay still," as i tighten my grip on his hand, pulling it closer to me, before continuing to rub the ointment into his hand.

once i was done applying the cream to both of his hands, i delicately rapped them in the dark green bandages, tucking the end of them into themselves and saying, "there's all better." i let go of his hand, going from my sitting position to my knees, and grabbed both sides of his face, turning it to one side to inspect his swollen eye a bit more.

"this is a bit forward, don't you think?" aonung looks up at me with an arrogant smirk; i had a slight height advantage in this position. "oh shut up, i'm just making sure lo'ak didn't break that perfect little nose of yours," i say in a baby voice toward the end before tapping the end of his nose.

grabbing the left-over bandages and jar of cream, i stand up and walk over to the box, putting the items back inside before resting the lid back on top.

standing back up and turning to say my goodbyes, aonung stands right in front of me, startling me slightly. "wha-" before i can even finish my question, aonung cuts me off, "meet me on the beach tonight." he wasn't asking. "why should i do that?" i stare up at his face, looking into his eyes, "because i want to show you something." he smiles widely, "i don't know." he grabs my hands, "please." it almost sounded like he was begging. i knew aonung was as mean as he pretended to be. he just hung around the wrong people.

his thumbs rubbed over my hands; between his radiant smile and comforting hands, i could say no more than, "okay, i'll meet you on the beach. what time?" his smile widens even more. "later, after your family has gone to sleep, try not to get caught." i nodded my head at his words, "okay." a small smile graces my face. "i should get going." i tell aonung, as his smile falls just a bit, "i'll see you tonight." i once again nodded my head at his words before leaving his pod.

i walk back along the stretchy yellow-tan coloured bridges toward my own family pod, walking through the large open space in a daze. "what took you so long?" kiri had asked from the floor as she was cleaning up dishes that had been left over from lunch, "no one was home so i had to wait a bit." i lied, not wanting her to know that i had taken so long because i had patched up her bully.

"well, you missed lunch," kiri says, turning her head back to the dishes in front of her, "oh, it's okay, i'll just have some fruit and wait for dinner." i walk past kiri and towards our own food corner, grabbing a vibrantly coloured piece of fruit.

i took a deep breath, my mask hissing, before i lifted it off my face enough to allow me to take a larger bite from the fruit before moving the mask back down on my face properly and taking a deep inhale through my nose, making it hiss again.

chewing the fruit in my mouth before swallowing, "where is everyone?" i ask kiri as i inspect the deserted pod beside the two of us: "tuk's out with tsireya feeding the ilu, lo'ak and neteyam are just outside swimming, and it's date afternoon."

now that i was listening, i could hear splashing and the occasional comment made by the brothers just outside, "mmm." i gave an acknowledging hum towards kiri's explanation before walking back over to sit with her and watch her clean the few dishes left before making small talk.

the afternoon seemed to drag on for a while, but it was finally dinner, meaning it was almost bedtime, meaning i would sneak out soon to see whatever it was that aonung wanted to show me.

neytiri had prepared an assortment of different foods, setting them out each in a different bowl in the centre of the circle. my family and i were seated on the floor, our own plates sitting in front of us with utensils.

once neytiri was done placing each item of food down in front of us, she sat down herself, joining the circle. she closed her eyes and said a meaningful prayer to eywa before reopening them and looking at each of us, giving a small nod that told us we were allowed to eat.

neteyam and lo'ak playfully fight over the pieces of food, seeing who can get them out of the bowl and onto their plate first, while kiri and i sit back and wait for them to be done acting like skxawngs. jake prepares his food, occasionally adding something to neytiri's plate as she was distracted helping fill tuk's plate with food.

once we were plated, we ate mostly in silence. "have you apologised to aonung, lo'ak?" jake breaks the silence. "no, not yet. mother sent y/n out with gifts to apologise on our behalf, though." lo'ak informs his father of my adventures and says, "mmm, that's not good enough. make sure you apologise to him tomorrow." jakes' voice held authority and a slight bit of anger while he gave lo'ak a look. "yes, sir." lo'ak quickly looked back down at his food, wanting the embarrassing conversation to be over.

i ate my food in silence, even though everyone around me was talking. neteyam and lo'ak argued over which of them was a better swimmer. kiri and tuk were babbling about random things, and jake and neytiri were talking about what they'd be doing tomorrow.

"is everything all right, y/n?" neytiri asked me from across the family circle, "you've been very quiet." the entire family's eyes were on me now. i felt like a small germ under a microscope. "just tired." i gave a small smile towards neytiri, showing my appreciation for her worry, but the truth is, my mind was wondering about aonung and what he wanted to show me, and the way he held my hands, begging me to come.

i spaced out and suddenly dinner was over, the dishes were clean, and we were all heading to bed, each of us laying down on our own individual thick mats, besides neytiri and jake, made from the furs of animals and stuffed with feathers. there were blankets folded neatly near by, but it was a bit too warm for them.

trying to keep myself awake wasn't hard as my mind was still racing. it had been a while since everyone had fallen asleep, but i waited a little longer just to be sure before carefully standing up and heading towards the large opening in the wall.

my mask lets out a sudden hiss. i turn my head around to look at my sleeping family, making sure i hadn't woken any of them up. none of them stirred in their sleep; instead, steady breaths and light snoring filled the pod.

i continue to make my way out of the pod, making it out, and i walk along the elastic bridge this time toward the beach.

i waited on the beach for a few minutes, starting to think aonung had stood me up, before deciding to wait a few more minutes, looking between the dark ocean and the starry sky.

i hear movement behind me and turn around, spotting aonung. "finally, i was beginning to think you'd never show up," i call out to the boy as he continues to walk towards me. "how long were you waiting?" he stops standing in front of me. "a while," i say, looking up at him. "oh, sorry." his gaze moves from my face to the sand.

"so what did you want to show me?" aonung's head instantly lifts back up, this time with a wide smile. "follow me." he turns and starts to walk down the beach away from the village. i follow after him, jogging a bit to catch up.

"i hope you don't mind a midnight swim," aonung calls over his shoulder as he dives into the water. i roll my eyes at his cockiness, following him into the water.

my oxygen mask is hissing louder and releasing bubbles with every breath i take under the water's surface.

aonung holds his hand out for me to grab, knowing i wasn't as fast of a swimmer as him. i hold onto his hand as he starts to swish his tail from side to side, his hips doing the same, while i kick my legs up and down.

we were swimming under water for a few minutes, swimming into the opening of a large rock, before aonung started to swim up, pulling me along with him. after being under the water for so long, his breathing became steady almost instantly.

looking around at where aonung had basically just dragged me, it seemed we were in a cave with a high ceiling that was dimly lit up with different bioluminescent vines and small glowing gems that were stuck into the wall.

i swim over to the side of the pool, hoisting myself up to sit off the edge with my legs still dangling in the water. looking around the plateau i was now seated on, there was a large amount of different plant life growing around the pool of water and up the walls.

"i'm pretty sure you'd be able to breathe in here." aonung's comment stunned me. i look back at him with shock, thinking, 'this boy is trying to kill me.' "what makes you think that?" i ask the boy, hesitant to believe his statement, "well, i was hiding out in here from my mother a while back, and i almost died from the lack of carbon in the air." aonung laughs like his close call with death was the funniest thing.

once he had stopped laughing and saw the bewildered look on my face, he walked toward me, only being waist deep in the water. "you don't believe me?" he asked, stopping in front of me. "not really, sorry." i looked down at my hands that were fiddling in my lap.

"would you at least try?" aonung asked, referring to me trying to breathe in the cave without my mask on. i stayed staring down at my lap now biting my lip.

aonung stepped closer to me, stopping in between my legs. his hands moved up from the water to rest on my knees. i looked up at him as he looked down on me, his eyes capturing my entire being. i sat still as he lifted one of his hands from my knee up to my face, his fingers dancing along the edge of my mask, asking for permission.

i don't say anything but give a very small, almost unnoticeable nod. he moves his hand to grip the bottom of the mask, pulling it completely off my face, and places it beside me. i hold my breath for a second before taking a shallow breath of the air around me.

i wasn't choking on it, but it seemed to sit heavy in my lungs. i took another deep breath, looking up at aonung in astonishment at the fact that i was somehow breathing.

aonung continues to look down at me with a wide smirk that says, 'i told you so.' i roll my eyes at the boy's facial expression before starting back into his silvery blue eyes that looked like they held all the constellations in them. he brings the same hand back up to my face, resting it on my cheek and rubbing his thumb along my check bone.

aonung starts to lean forward slowly. my heart quickens as i notice his eye flicking between my eyes and my lips. once he was only an inch away, i closed my eyes. my head was completely blank. my stomach tingled, waiting for what was about to happen.

he kisses me for just a second, and i open my eyes again, seeing a blushing boy in front of me. i let myself smirk at the flustered boy standing in front of me.

he leans in for another kiss, this one longer and more needy. he brings his hand that was still resting on my knee up to my waist, pulling me close to the edge and trying to pull me closer to him.

aonung's hand that was resting on my face was now resting at the base of my head; his fingers were tangled in my hair, deepening the kiss. he pulled away for a quick second, allowing us both to inhale, before he was kissing me again.

his lips leave my lips and start to trail along my jaw, giving it small pecks. "aonung". i breathe out as my hands rest on the boy's chest. i feel him smile against my jaw, scooting back a bit so i could see his face, and i bring my hands up to either side of it, asking, "what was that for?"

aonung hops out of the water, sitting next to me, before moving further out of the water to lay completely on the flat rock surface. i turn, bringing my legs out of the water, and lay on my stomach by aonung's side, my head resting on my hands, staring at him, waiting for an answer to my question.

"what? can't a boy kiss the girl he likes?" he answers my question with a question and a dumb look on his face. i roll my eyes at his cockiness, moving to sit on my legs. "you're a skxawgn." anung quickly leans up on his elbow. "you love it." he says it in a low whisper. he brings one of his hands up to the back of my head, pulling me down for another kiss.

the moment felt unreal, more unreal than the fact that i was sitting over an 8-foot-tall turquoise alien.

the glowing plants provided the perfect atmosphere in the cave, and i never wanted to leave. i wanted this perfect moment to freeze in time, but we both knew we had feuding families to get back to.

"we should probably get going," i told aonung with a small smile. "why?" he asks, not wanting to leave the blissful atmosphere of the cave. "we can't stay in here forever; we'll suffocate," pointing out the fact that neither of us could stay in here long.

"i can think of other ways to suffocate us." aonung jokes grabbing my arm and pulling me down with him. i lay on his chest for a moment before pushing myself back up, saying, "come on, you big baby, i'll let you walk me home."

i grab my oxygen mask while standing up. aonung quickly doing the same, stopping me from putting my mask on. "one more," he says before giving me a leisurely, passionate kiss.

i smile widely up at the boy before continuing to put my mask back on. it hisses as i take a deep breath of fresh air. we both jump back into the water and swim out of the cave.

once we were back on the beach, aonung held his arm over my shoulder, keeping me close to his side. my arms were wrapped around his waist as we walked back towards the village.

aonung walks with me all the way back to my pod before he removes his arm from around me, bending down, and gives me a long kiss on the head. "i'll see you tomorrow." i smile at him and nod.

i watch him as he walks off in the direction of his own pod, and i step inside, tiptoeing towards my sleeping family and laying back down on the furry mat.

"where were you?" kiri's head pops up from over neteyam's sleeping body. my heart is beating quick in my chest, scared i had gotten caught. "i went on a walk." i shuffle around, trying to get comfortable and avoid this conversation. "you were gone for ages, though." she must've been awake since i left. "i got distracted by the stars." i answer before rolling over, leaving kiri to stare at the back of my head.

sleep came easy, having had a peaceful dream of the boy i couldn't wait to see in the morning.

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(a/n i have zero clue if the whole breathing in certain areas because there isn't a lot of carbon in the air is possible but oh well 🤷‍♀️)

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A Daughter for a Daughter (3)

*Thank you to the people leaving likes and even reblogs! Glad you like it so far!*

Pairing: Neteyam x fem|human OC

Summary: A year after the Sky People return and life on Pandora can never be the same.

Word Count: 3375

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*One Year Later*

Ever since the Sky People had returned things on Pandora had only gotten worse. It was not just about mining anymore. It was a full scale invasion to terraform the planet for human colonization since Earth was dying. They were making too much progress too fast. Jake had started a guerilla campaign against them to slow down their progress and hopefully one day drive them off. But it was slow going and none of it easy.

The clan had moved into the flying mountains for safety. Na’vi and humans alike were all crowded together. It was good for Pixie since she didn’t have to go far to see her friends but she hated the circumstances.

There was a shipment heading out on a train the Sky People built that the war party were heading out to stop and raid. Lo’ak and Neteyam were being allowed to go this time as spotters. It was the safest job for them but it did not mean that they weren’t going to be in danger.

Lo’ak was painting himself with war paint like the others. Pixie was sitting with Neteyam helping to sharpen his arrows and knife. She didn’t know how much he really needed her for that but it calmed her down to have this time with him before he left. To say she was always scared for everyone when they went on these missions was an understatement. There was never any telling who would make it back or not.

“You sure you don’t want some war paint too?” she gestured to the little bowls of paint near them. “It’ll make you look fierce.”

“Not a chance. The last time I let you put war paint on me you gave me whiskers.” he flicked a little green paint at her.

“Excuse you, those were battle stripes. I don’t know what you’re going on about. I don’t even know what whiskers are.” she smiled, flicking some yellow paint back at him.

“Sure you do, they’re those little hairs on your upper lip.”

“You shit head!” she slapped him. “I’m gonna go hang out with Kiri and Tuk since you’re being mean.”

“No no, stay please.” he laughed. “I’m sorry. Just tried to ease the tension.”

“It never gets easier, does it?” Pixie sighed, looking around at everyone else gearing up. “I wish there was more I could do to help.”

“You’re great help here with the wounded. This is where we need you most.” Neteyam assured her. “Who else is going to kiss my boo-boos when I get back?”

“Stop referring to injuries as boo-boos. Besides, I can’t kiss them anyway, mask is in the way.”

“Excuses excuses.” Neteyam tucked his arrows into his quiver. Pixie handed him his dagger. She folded her knees up to her chest.

“Are you really that worried about the raid?” Neteyam asked.

“I’m worried about you and Lo’ak going into the raid.”

“We’re spotters. We’re gonna be fine.”

“You don’t know that. If you try to do some big hero thing or if Lo’ak gets cocky and does something stupid--”

“I’ll keep an eye on that idiot so he doesn’t do anything stupid and I am not going to attempt any big hero moves if I don’t have to. We’ll be back before you know it.” he squeezed her shoulder. “Wish me luck?”

“Good luck out there. Come back in one piece, golden boy.”

“Will do, bite sized.” he got up and joined everyone as they grouped up to leave. Jake gave a quick speech about what they were going to do and what he expected of everyone. Get in. Get the stuff. Get out. No heroics. No stupid moves.

With that they were gone and the wait for their return started. Pixie settled down with Kiri and Tuk who were already preparing medicines and bandages for the wounded when they returned.

Pixie had been right about Tuk. In a year she had already grown taller than Pixie. Granted she only measured one inch taller but it still sucked a bit that the seven year old was taller than the sixteen year old.

“Need me to do anything?” Pixie asked.

“I think we got it.” Kiri said, hands on her hips. “Pixie, your hair is a mess. Did you even try brushing it before you twisted it into that sorry excuse of a braid?”

“Everyone gets on my hair. Do I just need to cut it?” Pixie had been considering just chopping it all off.

“No! Don’t cut off your hair!” Tuk came running over. “Then we won’t have matching braids anymore!”

Pixie didn’t have the heart to say they were hardly matching in the first place. Tuk’s was jet black and had a queue at the end. Pixie’s was blonde and there was nothing at the end of hers except for split ends. Still, she couldn’t tell that cute little face no.

“Alright. Okay. Care to fix it for me so it’s pretty like yours, Tuk?” Pixie sat down.

Tuk jumped up and down and went to grab a comb. Kiri was watching her with amusement. “You know she’s gonna try and braid in a bunch of feathers and vine bits and it is going to take her an eternity.”

“I know but I can’t tell that face no. It’s unjust.”

“It’ll keep her busy while the war party is away at least.” Kiri sat down across from her. “You doing okay? Saw you talking with Neteyam earlier. Things seemed a little tense.”

“Just the normal amount of worry when two of your closest friends go out on a potentially deadly mission.” Pixie rubbed her face. “I am so scared that those two idiots are gonna get themselves killed.”

“Hopefully they’re not that stupid.” Kiri said.

“I’m back!” Tuk called. She had a comb and a basket full of various other odds and ends. “You’re gonna love your hair after it’s done, Pixie!”

“I am sure I will.” Pixie made eye contact with Kiri and the girls stifled their laughter.

An hour or so later Tuk had detangled Pixie’s hair and rebraided it with feathers, bits of vine, some flowers, and even a few pieces of bone here and there. She tied off the end with a bow and flipped it over Pixie’s shoulder to see. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, thank you Tuk.” Pixie said. Tuk ran off with a gleeful smile to go cause chaos somewhere else.

“Kiri, be straight with me, how does it actually look?”

“Not that bad, actually. A little too much going on but if you got rid of the feathers that would help even it out a lot.” she inspected the braid. “Awe, she even put little braids inside the big one.”

Tuk came running back shouting. “Kiri! Pixie! They’re back! The war party is coming back! Come on!”

Kiri and Pixie raced after her to the drop off point. They were immediately loading off supplies and the wounded. Pixie, Kiri and Tuk pushed through till they found Jake, Neytiri, Lo’ak and-- “Neteyam!” Pixie shouted when she saw him bleeding and hunched over.

Neteyam looked up and held up a hand to stop her from coming closer. His eyes looked back at Jake who looked livid. Oh for the love everything good and holy, what had those idiots done?

“You’re supposed to be spotters.” Jake said, eyeing his two sons with barely contained rage. “You spot bogeys and you call them in from a distance! Does any of this sound familiar? Get here!” he snapped at Lo’ak who had been hanging back a bit.

Pixie moved slowly towards the ikran and started untying the saddles while Jake continued to chew out the boys. “Jesus, I let you two geniuses fly a mission and you disobey direct orders!”

He took a deep breath, turning to Kiri who was inspecting Neteyam’s wounds. “Kiri, can you go help your grandmother with the wounded?”

“My brother is wounded.” Kiri defended.

“Tuk, go with her. Go!” Jake tried to dismiss them again.

“Father,” Neteyam spoke up. Pixie paused to try and get a better look at him. He was pretty banged up but it wasn’t anything much worse than what he got hunting. “I take full responsibility--”

“Yeah you do. That’s right. Cause you’re the older brother, you gotta act like it!”

Pixie turned back around and slid the saddle off Lo’ak’s ikran. When she looked back Neteyam was walking off towards the rest of the wounded. Pixie wanted to follow but she had already made herself busy getting the saddles off so she could eavesdrop and she couldn’t switch tasks now.

Jake’s voice had dropped to not shouting but the anger and disappointment was still there as he addressed Lo’ak. “You understand that you almost got your brother killed?”

“Yes, sir.” was Lo’ak’s paltry reply.

“You’re grounded. No flying for a month.” Oof. Rough but warranted. “Now help Pixie see to the ikran. All of them. And get that crap off your face.”

Jake left and Lo’ak meandered over towards Pixie as he helped take the saddles off of the other ikran. “Lo’ak?” Pixie sidled up next to him. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” he shrugged.

Pixie hugged him. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

He hugged her back for a moment. “Thanks, Pixie.”

She looked back to make sure Jake was out of earshot. “So…you gonna tell me your first war story?”

Lo’ak smiled briefly. “I felt like such a big man for about ten seconds and then it all went to shit.”

“Well, tell me about the ten seconds.” she told him. He lightened up a bit as they went from ikran to ikran removing saddles and he related the raid. Apparently he had gone down to grab supplies with the others and Neteyam went running after him to stop him. A ship came around the bend and started firing. It crashed and Neteyam got caught in the crosshairs. It was only by the grace of Eywa that he came out of it alive.

“Then we will thank Eywa that you were both returned safely despite your dumb decision.” Pixie slid off the final saddle. “Also, give your dad some time to cool down. I can tell you that a lot of his anger right now is just worry.”

“Worry?” Lo’ak scoffed.

“Lo’ak.” Pixie stopped him. “You could have died out there. That ship could have crashed right on top of you and you’d be with Eywa right now. It’s terrifying to contemplate. Not just for me, your friend, but even more so for your family. We could have lost you. We could have lost both of you.  Don’t take that lightly.”

“I’m sorry, Pixie.” Lo’ak sniffed. “I just…I wanted to prove that I could help out more.”

“You help out by doing your part. You do your best and that’s the best that anyone can do. Reflect on this as a learning experience but don’t beat yourself up too badly about it.”

“You know, if things with you and Neteyam don’t work out--”

“Gross! Shut up! Get moving, moron.” she shoved him. Lo’ak cackled and Pixie threw a rag at him to wipe the paint off his face. She charged ahead so he couldn’t see how bright red her cheeks had gotten.

Why did he insist on making jokes about her and Neteyam being a thing? They were in a time of war. There was no time to be worrying about stuff like that. Not that anything would be going on anyway. She got enough interspecies romance jokes from her brother. She didn’t need to hear more from Lo’ak.

They probably wouldn’t make so many jokes if there was any human her age around. But no. The closest was Ian but he was for one, her brother (step-brother or not it was still gross), and two, eight years older than her.

It was dark by the time they got back to their tent where Mo’at and Kiri were helping patch up Neteyam still. He wasn’t a critical case so they must have left more in depth care for later. Jake was standing outside. Lo’ak quickly moved past them into the tent.

Pixie paused. “Uncle Jake?” she stepped closer. “You got a second?”

“Sure, sweet pea.” he gruffed, setting the gun he was looking over aside. “Whatcha need?”

“I talked to Lo’ak. Told him that what he did earlier was stupid and he understands that.” she said. “I also told him that the reason you were so mad was because you were worried about them getting hurt. I don’t know how much he believes that coming from me but I know it’s the truth. So maybe take a second to, y’know, tell him that yourself?”

Jake sighed and wrapped an arm around Pixie. “You’re a good kid, Pixie. Perceptive to a fault. You don’t need to worry about that though.”

“I just know that things were kind of intense earlier so…”

“You got a good heart.” Jake gave her a little squeeze, “I’ll talk to them. Promise.”

“Thanks Uncle Jake.” Pixie smiled.

“Ahem,” Neytiri walked over. “I need to have a word alone with Jake.”

“Sure thing, Aunt Neytiri.” Pixie stood up and went to join the others.

“Ow! Ow!” Neteyam winced as Mo’at rubbed some salve into his wound. Kiri and Mo’at were arguing about what was better to use on the cut.

“Aw, need a little kiss on the boo-boo?” Lo’ak teased.

“Shut it!” Neteyam snapped at him.

“Bet he’d act like a big man if there was a pretty girl around.” Kiri teased.

“Pixie! Get in here so Neteyam stops acting like a big baby.” Lo’ak pulled her into the tent.

“You are such an ass.” Pixie slapped his arm. “Neteyam is injured, he’s allowed to behave like a whiny little baby.”

“Whose side are you on?” Neteyam stared at her. “Ow!” he winced again. “Grandma!”

“Stop whining.” she turned his head back around.

“Hey big man,” Pixie squatted down next to him. “How you doing?”

“Besides the feeling that acid is being poured into my back? Never better!” he tried to smile through a grimace. He was still cracking jokes. That was a good sign.

“Glad you made it back in one piece, golden boy.” Pixie stood up. “I’m gonna go see if my parents need anything. You can find me later when you’re all fixed up.”

“You going to the labs?” Kiri asked, “Can I join?”

“Sure.”

“I’m coming too.” Lo’ak said.

“Oh sure, abandon me.” Neteyam called as they started to leave. “Ow! Grandmother!”

“Stop fussing!” Mo’at snapped at him.

Kiri, Lo’ak, and Pixie left the tent and wove through the camp towards the labs. Norm and the other avatars were coming out of stasis as they entered. Pixie removed her mask, happy to freely breathe some air that won’t kill her.

“I didn’t say anything earlier but what in the world is going on with your hair?” Lo’ak picked a feather out of Pixie’s braid. “Looks like you braided an entire bird in there. You even got its bones--”

“I let Tuk do it.” she swatted his hand away. “Say another word about my hair and your ass goes down to the ground.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared.”

Pixie waited till he turned to grab a mask and yanked his tail. “Hey!” he turned around to try and whack her. She easily dodged out from underneath him and rolled between his legs. She yoinked his tail again and sped off. “Pixie!”

“Can’t catch me loser!” Pixie said as she slid around equipment and took sharp turns around the lab to avoid Lo’ak catching up.

“Will you two stop before you break something!” Kiri raced after them.

Pixie had been waiting behind one of the tanks to surprise Lo’ak and tackle him when her mom came around the corner and saw her. “Millie, what are you doing?”

“Not now. Go! Shoo!” Pixie tried to shush her but it was too late. Lo’ak jumped on top of the tank she was hiding behind.

“Yeah, Millie, what are you doing?” Lo’ak teased.

“You know damn well you don’t get to call me that!” Pixie tried to swipe at him but he jumped out of her reach.

“Hey!” Pixie’s mom snapped at them. “I believe Kiri already told you, stop messing around before you break something.”

“Yes ma’am.” Lo’ak said.

“Sorry mom.”

Her mom’s eyes narrowed. “What is all that in your hair?”

Lo’ak stifled a laugh. “For the love of--” Pixie started taking out the feathers. “I was just trying to make a little kid happy!”

Pixie freed the multiple bits of feather, vine, and flowers from her hair. She kept the bits of bone in since they were pretty wound in and she couldn’t get rid of them without completely undoing the braid. When she got back Kiri had stationed herself in front of one of the computers and was watching one of Dr. Augustine’s video logs. Pixie knew that she had already watched them all. But it was the closest thing she could get to talking to her biological mother without using the Tree of Souls.

Pixie settled into the chair next to her to watch. She had also seen all of Dr. Augustine’s logs but she liked to rewatch them sometimes, hoping to pick up a tidbit of information that she missed. Maybe find a link in her work that opened some big revelation about Pandora that they were missing.

“So…” Lo’ak came up behind them, “Who do you think knocked her up? Pretty sure it was Norm.”

“Lo’ak!” Kiri and Pixie groaned at the same time.

“No no! Think about it!”

“You do not deserve to live!” Kiri rounded on him with an insulted fury.

“I mean,” Pixie shrugged, “Kind of makes sense.”

“Pixie!” Kiri turned back to her.

“It does though! I mean look at the facts.” Lo’ak gestured to the screen, “He’s the teacher’s pet. He’s out at the lab with her all the time--”

“I would kill myself! I would drink acid.”

“Come on, look he is like in every single shot! Right now, he’s like giving her a look!” Pixie couldn’t help but laugh.

“You two are terrible!”

“You see, my thinking is,” Lo’ak started to explain, “their two avatars are together out in the woods all alone…”

“Gross!” Kiri shoved him.

“Norm is not the worst possible baby daddy you could have had.” Pixie shrugged. “You could have got stuck with a human equivalent of sandpaper with a history of attempted genocide like me.”

“Yeah, I think Pixie wins worst dad of the year.” Lo’ak nodded.

Kiri deflated some, guilt washing over her. “Pixie, I didn’t--”

“No. Don’t apologize. If I can't make jokes about it then it's just sad.” Pixie put on a brave face but there was a part of her that always got a bit cagey when it came to talking about her birth parents.

She had no real qualms with her bio-mom. She’s wasn’t a good person either but she was just a cog in a terrible machine. It was her dad that was the operator. Pixie had grown up not shielded from the atrocities her bio-parents committed. She knew what they did and how badly it hurt the people and the land. She was relieved they were dead and that she got to be raised by good people who respected the planet and the people who lived on it.

Still, it didn’t lessen the thought that maybe the reason she could never be close to the Na’vi like she wanted wasn’t because she was human. It was because when they looked in her face, her father was staring back out at them.

Pixie knew it was the reason Neytiri kept her distance from her. Pixie liked Neytiri. Called her aunt. Neytiri didn’t hate her but they were not exactly friends either. She didn’t blame Neytiri or the others for having mixed feelings about Pixie. It was a lot to ask them to forgive all the trauma they endured in a time of foreign colonization. All she could hope for at this point was that one day they could look at her and see just Pixie. Not Mildred Quaritch.

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Just A Taste

100 Follower Special

Pairing: Adult Neteyam x human fem reader x adult Ao'nung

Words: 6.7K

Summary: Neteyam's little human mate has fascinated Ao'nung way more than she should, he can't help it, you're so alien, yet so enticing. Especially when it seems that an esteemed warrior and eldest son of Toruk Makto can't keep his hands off of you. And when Ao'nung follows you two to your private place, an unexpected deal is made.

Warnings: Aged-up characters, NSFW, threesome, voyeurism, oral sex (fem receiving), queue play, cumming untouched, size kink, scenting, face sitting, squirting, dom Neteyam, sub Ao'nung, P in V, human x Na'vi.

Credit: Credit to @world-of-pandora for the Neteyam gif. Credit to @realneatc for the Ao'nung gif. Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI and Support Banner.

Next Part: Just A Taste Pt. 2

Na'vi Translation:

Tawtute: Spy People/Person

Tswin: A Na'vi queue

Olo'eyktan: (Male) Clan Leader

Toruk Makto: Rider of Last Shadow

Tsaheylu: Bond

Tsahìk: Matriarch, high priestess, interpreter

Yomyo lerìk: Leaf plate (colloquially shortened to just rìk (“leaf”))

Tewng: Loincloth

Ngaru lu fpom srak: Are you well; do you have peace/well-being

Ma: Vocative marker used to indicate whom the speaker is addressing. Can be used with a name.

Tsmukan: Brother

Pxir: Beer (alcoholic beverage)

Skxawng: Idiot, moron

Klpxiwlln: Lionberry

Waytelem: Songcord

Yawntutsyìp: Darling; little loved one

Paysyul: Water Lily

Rutxe: Please

Yawne: Beloved

Oeyä: My (Possessive)

To say Ao'nung was angry was an understatement.

He was beyond furious, his mind constantly cloudy and muddy by thoughts of things he cannot have; of things he shouldn't want. His mind chanted these thoughts every minute of every day.

All he can think of is you. You little, annoying sky demon with your kind smile and enticing body. Constantly filling his mind with unnatural things. Ao'nung can't control his thoughts, to not imagine what it would feel like to have you under him, hold you, feel your soft skin under his palms, to know what it feels like to have you look at him with those admiring eyes, to taste you...

This is infuriating! He wasn't supposed to find little aliens from the sky attractive, he wasn't supposed to be anywhere near you. You are supposed to be with your own kind, to live in those ugly metal tubes with the rest of the tawtute. But instead you've become a nuisance in his life, always there and underfoot.

But even through his rage, Ao'nung would never say a single thing to hurt you. Sure he'd tease and question why you are so small, question your extra finger and lack of tswin. But he'd never actually say or do anything to really hurt you, his heart couldn't bare the thought of making your pretty eyes water and little lip quiver from tears... At least, he couldn't imagine you doing those things cause he hurt your feelings. And even through all his sly comments, you'd just make a funny face and laugh, or give a snarky remark back like calling him toad face. You always treated him kindly and that unnerved Ao'nung, you were insect size to him, something that should scare you, yet it doesn't. His bullying and aggressive ways didn't scare you; but you sure as hell scared him.

But your kind ways aside, there's an entirely different reason why he'll never come within a couple feet of your presence. One big, blue, thin tailed, golden child reason. Because even if Ao'nung swallowed down his pride and got over his denied fear of you to try and actually get to know you better, possibly court you, that forest boy's older brother will always be in the way. He has years of friendship and love built up like a barrier around your heart, claimed you with a mating bite that he flaunts with pride. No matter how much Ao'nung tried to look around the bite scar, it always seemed to smack him in the face whenever he let his guard down. There was no denying that you're Neteyam's tiny tawtute mate. And that fact put an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

It disgusted Ao'nung at first, watching a mighty warrior bend down to embrace this odd looking alien, keeping a protective hand on the back of your head as he glared down anyone that dared to glance in your direction. Neteyam's quite possessive over you, that's a fact not even Ao'nung can deny, never letting you out of his sight, dragging you everywhere he went. You annoyed Ao'nung at first, always clinging to Neteyam's thigh wherever he went, you're so much slower in the water and fumbled over his dialect. It angered Ao'nung even more when he saw how amused Neteyam was with your struggle, guiding you through the water with encouraging words, helping you with words you struggled to pronounce.

It puzzled Ao'nung as to why Neteyam, the future Olo'eyktan of his clan, eldest son of Toruk Makto would choose a simple human as a mate. You seemed useless, unable to protect yourself or others, and you couldn't form tsaheylu. How could Neteyam choose someone that can't See him, bond with him, or protect him when needed? Those questions plagued him until Ao'nung saw the look in your eyes when you'd look at Neteyam. Your pretty eyes go round and loving the moment you set your eyes on him, your small hands gently treating any minor wounds he might've gotten with a butter soft touch. It's the way you seeked comfort in touch, always finding the hand Neteyam would reach out to you.

You were small and helpless, but you love deeply and have the unique ability to see straight through someone's soul. A quality Neteyam must have noticed early on; it's a quality Ao'nung desires deeply in a mate.

You wear every little trinket and jewelry Neteyam made you with pride, the curves of your body holding the custom clothes he made for you perfectly. Every step you took would be accompanied by the soft chime of beads clanking together, whether from your hair or jewelry. You can cook the foods he loves. Heal like you were taught by the Tsahìk herself. You fit yourself into the Omatikayan ways perfectly.

Ao'nung couldn't help but imagine what you'd look like in clothes fashioned from his people, what the jewels he would give you would decorate your body. How would you take to Metkayina life if you weren't so attached to your mate.

The more Ao'nung watched, the more he craved for your touch, your love, to just have a taste of your intoxicating body. The way your sweet scent wraps around him, fogging his mind and stealing his thoughts away drives him absolutely mad.

The way Ao'nung can practically feel the heat emanating off your flustered face at whatever sly comment Neteyam would whisper into your ear at tonight's communal dinner, laying soft kisses on your mating bite just to make you squirm.

It didn't seem fair; all Ao'nung wants is you and that's the one thing he can't have. Was he perverted for imagining such things about somebody else's mate? Was something wrong with him for finding you so lovely? Was it wrong he wanted your admiring eyes to look at him for once?

A tightness settles in Ao'nung's lower stomach for the third time tonight, making it impossible to eat. Throwing down his rìk, Ao'nung bites back a frustrated growl. Even when he tried to not look in your direction, you're still front and center in his mind's eye, your laugh filling his ears, your scent still blows through the breeze and overwhelms his body with everything you, his cock twitching in his tewng the longer he breathed you in.

"Ngaru lu fpom srak, ma tsmukan?" Rotxo questions from beside him, eyeing his discarded meal.

Ao'nung gives him a sideways look before shrugging, grabbing his bowl of pxir and taking a long drink, wincing at the burn as it slides down his throat. His eyes once more wander to across the fire, landing on your small form sitting comfortably in Neteyam's lap, laughing at whatever Lo'ak had said beside you. Lo'ak's arm casually thrown around Tsireya's shoulder as she giggles with you.

Rotxo huffs loudly next to him, shoving a piece of meat in his mouth to keep himself quiet. It didn't last long once he swallowed, "You are the next Olo'eyktan of our clan, esteemed by many including your father and Toruk Makto, you can have any man or woman you want and they would consider it an honor to be with you. Yet you still pine after someone else's mate?" Rotxo scoffs through a mouthful of food, shaking his head at his best friend's antics. "You are being a skxawng."

Ao'nung wants to snap at Rotxo for his bold statement, chastise him for saying such things to his future leader, yet instead he withers into himself, avoiding eye contact with him entirely and chugs his pxir. The cruelest thing about Rotxo's statement is that it's true. He is being an absolute moron about everything, but he can't help it, he's always acted before he thought of the consequences. And now that he has to sit and think about what he wants, it fries his mind knowing not even patience can win him this prize.

"Neteyam would kill you," Rotxo continues. "He would beat your skxawng ass into the ground then kill you for thinking of his mate in such a way. He would probably have Lo'ak help him just to spite you."

Ao'nung's head dips to stare at the ground, a long sigh leaving him. It's moments like these when he regrets teaching Rotxo to come out of his shell and speak his mind. "I know. And I would deserve it... but–"

"No buts." Rotxo interrupts, not allowing Ao'nung to go on one of his long rants about how perfect you are to him.

"But–"

"No!" Rotxo can't hold back a laugh as he shakes his head. "Since when have I become the mature one in this friendship?" he questions, elbowing Ao'nung in the ribs.

Always. Rotxo has always been the level headed, calm, and rational person in their dynamic. Always the one to defuse any situation Ao'nung got himself into and show him the better path. But that wasn't something Ao'nung would ever admit out loud. Instead Ao'nung elbows Rotxo back, finally feeling the tension in his gut relaxing as he laughs with his friend.

That relaxed state didn't last long though as Ao'nung's eyes unconsciously drift back over to you, except this time you're looking back. Your face is maskless thanks to whatever concoction of things those smart tawtute with the glowing pads have made for you, allowing you to eat freely and have your beauty unfiltered to Ao'nung's hungry gaze. The light from the fire makes your eyes twinkle in the evening glow, your gaze soft and kind as you give him a small smile. Ao'nung's face heats up embarrassingly quick, a lavender hue dusting across his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he just stares back at you.

Ao'nung's heart skips a beat when your smile widens when you notice his blush, your blunt teeth biting down on your bottom lip to quiet your giggle. Your soft giggle quickly turns into a squeal, curling into yourself as you try crawling off of Neteyam's lap, attempting to get away from his hands that are relentlessly tickling your sides. Kiri rolls her eyes, mumbling something to her brother before swatting his shoulder. It seems like you're trying to apologize, but is cut off by another round of laughter.

You're so effortlessly beautiful in this moment. Shamelessly enjoying yourself amongst your family and love, your differences never stopping you from indulging in life's pleasures. It's one of the first things Ao'nung learned about you, and it's been the greatest thing that he admires about you; the first thing he grew to love.

Ao'nung dips his head back towards the ground, a jealousy taking deep root in his chest the longer he watched. Sadness overwhelming him and his loss of something he never had. Ignoring Rotxo's complaints, Ao'nung grabs his bowl of pxir to down it in one go, but stops when movement from your side of the fire catches his eye.

Neteyam has lifted you off his lap and has now set you on your feet, holding your small hand in his as you both walk away from the communal dinner, heading towards the bundle of woods that leads to the denser forest like areas on the island. A bitter taste coats Ao'nung's tongue as he watches Neteyam's tail coil lowly around his ankles before wrapping around your waist.

Neteyam is excited, the playful curl of his tail giving away his flirtatious mood, something you seem to reciprocate considering the way you're wrapping your arm around his hip, toying with the strings of his tewng.

Ao'nung's mind unkindly offers him images of your small body splayed out on the forest floor, face tear stained and scrunched up in pleasure. The once bitter taste of jealousy and alcohol is replaced with klpxiwlln, the phantom taste of the sweet berry coating his tongue as his mind imagines the sweet taste is you.

That's all Ao'nung wants; just a small taste. He'll settle just to scent the sweet smell of your arousal, to sit back and listen to your wanting cries while dreaming he was causing you that ecstasy.

"Do not do it." Ao'nung thinks to himself, trying to reason with the horrible idea bouncing around his thick skull.

"You will be killed or she will think of you as nothing more than a pervert." he thinks again, his own tail wrapping around his calf for comfort.

Before Ao'nung can stop himself he's on his feet, setting the drinking bowl aside and heading in the direction you were walking.

"I will sing your waytelem at your funeral." Rotxo calls after him, not bothering to stop Ao'nung when he gets in this state of mind.

Ao'nung ignores the gnawing guilty eating at his stomach from Rotxo's words, following the path of your footprints in the sand until they stop at the forest's edge. Ao'nung has never ventured too deep into this part of the island, the water is his home not the woods. Leave it to tree boy to take you into a dark, possible dangerous forest as a romantic place.

Taking a deep breath to center himself, Ao'nung steps into the unknown, pleasantly surprised to see that the bioluminescence takes away the eerie darkness of the forest and lights a cozy atmosphere. The ground under him glowing a light green every time his feet make contact with the spongy moss covering the ground.

"Not bad tree boy. Not bad." he thinks to himself as he starts walking, gawking around in amazement at the difference of worlds you come from.

A loud giggle catches Ao'nung's attention, his ears perking up to listen. The giggle sounds again; your giggle, this time accompanied by a deep toned laugh. Ao'nung instinctively crouches down, mimicking what he's seen Jake Sully do when he taught his father Omatikayan hunting practices. Following the soft murmers and laughs, Ao'nung soon finds a small clearing.

It mimicks that of a meadow, the trees clearing just enough to allow for a couple of people to lay down. The same moss he was walking on earlier covers the clearing, small bundles of flowers and bushes adding cushion to the ground, the canopy above letting in a small amount of filtered light of the moon. This clearing blows away the small moon pool Ao'nung had showed you awhile back, and that fact upset Ao'nung the longer he drank in his surroundings.

A breathy moan draws Ao'nung back to his mission, the sound like sweet music to his ears. Being extra cautious not to step on any twigs or leaves, Ao'nung crawls closer to the meadow where the hypnotic sound is coming from. It was like a physical reaction, Ao'nung's body moving uncontrollably at the lewd sounds you're making.

Crouching behind a tall bush, pushing aside a small branch to get an unprohibited view of where these sounds are coming from, and the sight in front of him makes his already half hard cock swell painfully hard.

Your small body is laid out on the cushioned ground, your soft legs are resting on Neteyam's shoulders, plush, pliable thighs bracketing his head. Another loud moan coats the air as Neteyam swirls your small, puffy clit around his tongue, sucking the bundle the nerves like a sweet treat just to pull a whimper from your pretty mouth.

Your decorative top is swiftly pulled off and discarded so Neteyam can freely knead your tender breasts, rolling your pebbled nipples as your back arches. Your tiny, odd numbered hand combs through his braids, tugging on them when Neteyam groans into your aching cunt.

"Fuck– Neteyam, please!" your pleads are like a gut punch to Ao'nung, his tewng suffocating his leaking cock. Biting at his bottom lip to keep from whimpering as he palms himself through the coarse fabric, a shakey sigh leaving him when he squeezes down on the bulge, relieving a small amount of the growing ache clouding his mind.

Neteyam chuckles at your desperation, pulling away from your sweet pussy to lay bruising kisses on your inner thighs, eliciting a whine from you when he bites down on the squishy flesh, leaving a blooming purple love bite behind. "What is it, Oeyä Yawne?"

His ears perk up, waiting to hear your answer. Instead of responding, your small hand travels down to his tswin, lightly squeezing the braid covered neural cord. Neteyam chokes on his moan, head falling against your thigh, his hips automatically flexing to grind down on the sponge moss, his tewng growing darker from his cum. Ao'nung is stunned as he watches Neteyam whimper into the cradle of your thighs, pelvis twitching as the unexpected release flowing out of his tewng and onto the ground.

"You're not playing fair, Yawne." he groans through grit teeth, prying your small hand off his tswin. You softly giggle through your daze, Neteyam playful glares at you before taking your clit back into his mouth, sucking on it hard enough to make you cry loudly.

Ao'nung has to retract his hand from his cock entirely to keep himself from cumming just from watching your exchange. The idea of your small hand fondling his most sacred part makes an uncontrollable shiver run down his spine. A new collection of precum spilling from his cockhead, staining the fabric, making Ao'nung groan as his cock pulses painfully.

Another one of your sweet moans rings in Ao'nung's ears, making him turn back to watch just as your back arches off the ground, legs shaking as you cum. Your beautiful face scrunched together as you ride out your high, hips twitching as you whine from the overstimulation. Neteyam hums in acknowledgement, kissing your sensitive clit one last time before pulling away from your dripping cunt.

Slowly crawling back up your body, Neteyam captures your lips in a searing kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip so you'll allow his tongue entrance, groaning as you suck gently on his tongue, tasting yourself.

Ao'nung has to look away to keep the bitter taste from returning. He's fighting himself to not pant, for the first time in his life, he can't catch his breath. You have completely captivated him, aroused him to the point of pain, knocking the wind out him from just watching you drown in your pleasure. But as much as it squeezes Ao'nung's heart to watch you cling to Neteyam while he gives you everything Ao'nung wants to give you, he can't stop himself from looking back to your embracing forms.

Neteyam is comfortably settled in between your legs, holding your small head in one of his hands, cushioning your head as he kisses your neck and chest, leaving hickies behind, making you laugh when he nibbles on the small space between your neck and shoulder. His tail is swaying and coiling in the air behind him in satisfaction, ears twitching to hear your every sound.

Ao'nung has never wanted to be someone else ever in his life, but he'd give his title as future clan leader for just a small moment to be in Neteyam's place. Embracing your small body against his while he made you laugh and moan.

Ao'nung is brought out of his sulking when he hears Neteyam start to laugh so hard it makes you poke his cheek, smile through your confusion. "What's the matter with you? Why are you laughing?"

Kissing you shoulder one last time, Neteyam leans in close and whispers something in your ear. Your head immediately snaps up to stare at your mate, eyes growing wide and jaw growing slack.

Neteyam smiles down at you amused, tilting his head and raising his brow bone in question. Silently communicating with you.

You nod immediately, gripping Neteyam's shoulder as you try to shift your position, but Neteyam's iron grip on your hip keeps you from moving. Continuing to hover above you, covering most of your naked body to keep you from getting cold from the cool night air.

"Ma Ao'nung, I know you're there. Come out. "

Ao'nung feels nauseous. His stomach knotting so tight it makes him forget about the ache between his legs. The idea of running crosses his mind, but it wouldn't help, not with Neteyam staring in his direct hiding place. Shifting his tewng hoping to hide the ever present bulge tenting his loincloth, Ao'nung reluctantly stands and walk around the bushes he was hiding behind to stand at the outer edge of the clearing.

"Ma Neteyam, I am sorry. I-I did not mean t–"

"Shut up." Neteyam voice drips in irration, eyes narrowing into pinpoints as he stares Ao'nung down.

"Come here." Neteyam demands. Ever muscle in Ao'nung's body locks him into place, trying desperately to not look down at you.

"Now." The growl that rumbles through Neteyam's chest shakes Ao'nung to his very core. Squaring himself, Ao'nung walks on shakey legs to stand in front of the both of you.

"One time only; no penetration."

Stunned, Ao'nung glances down at your form all curled up under Neteyam, and the air is knocked out of his lungs once again when he sees your beautiful doe-eyes staring up at him.

"Wh– I do not–" Ao'nung stumbles over himself as he tries to process what the Omatikayan was saying.

"You get only one time to have her, one chance to act out your little fantasies. But no penetration, her pussy is mine. Agreed?" Neteyam explains, a neutral expression plastered on his face. His fingers lazily twirling a strand of your hair, fingertips massaging your scalp to keep you relaxed.

The whole of Ao'nung's body feels like it's been set on fire, his nerves raw as the idea of actually having you bounces around in his head. That every fantasy about having you is just a breath away, and now Ao'nung can't talk; for the first time in his life he doesn't have a retort or sarcastic remark to make.

Neteyam scoffs as he stares at Ao'nung opening and closing his mouth like a fish on land. Grabbing the back of your thighs, Neteyam pulls you up to rest in his lap, keeping his arms around you like a protective cage. Neteyam has to physically bite his lip to keep from laugh at the pathetic whimper that Ao'nung let's out at seeing more of your naked body. A quick reprimanding smack to his chest by you makes Neteyam stop laughing.

"Give me an answer or leave."

You smack his chest again, glaring at your mate. "Be nice!"

Neteyam pets your hair, ignoring Ao'nung all together when he bends down to kiss you, purposely biting your lower lip to make you moan.

Ao'nung's legs buckle from underneath him at the sound, kneeling only an arms length away from your small form. It takes Ao'nung falling to finally snap out of his daze, "Yes. Yes, I agree."

Your sweet face lights up in an excited smile at Ao'nung's agreement, pushing against Neteyam's chest to climb off his lap. But the smallest of tugs from Neteyam pulls you back down. Neteyam peers down at you sternly, "Behave."

"Yes, sir." you cooed, kissing him one last time before climbing off his lap. You cheekily give Ao'nung a small eye roll, smirking at the Metkayina.

The tight knot in Ao'nung's stomach dissipates at your reaction, a small smile of his own graces his features, matching your sweet expression. But that simple nervousness was immediately replaced by limb shaking anxiety when you climb into his lap, small arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a tender kiss.

Your soft body is pressed against his, breasts being pushed into his chest the closer you pull yourself to him. You're sat directly on his painfully hard cock, softly grinding on it as you move to get comfortable. Your skin is like satin, soothing over his burning hot skin with your small palm, thumbing over the black ink swirling across his cheek. Your lips feel impossibly soft and small against his own chapped lips, eargerness pouring from you at every pull of your lips against his.

Neteyam's loud laugh makes you break away from him, a small giggle falling from your own pretty lips. Ao'nung was ready to physically fight Neteyam for making you pull away. Your small fingers comb through Ao'nung's dark curls, playing with them to sooth the scowl he had leveled at Neteyam.

Neteyam just scoffs at him, leaning back against a tree trunk to get comfortable. "You can touch her back, she won't bite... unless you want her to." Neteyam smirks when he sees the lavender hue on Ao'nung's ears brighten, Neteyam's eyes falling down to you and he mumbles something to you in your demon tongue.

You smile, looking up at Ao'nung as you nod, replying to Neteyam in your alien language before directing the conversation back to the man in front of you. "Ao'nung," you purr. His name sounds like the purest of music coming from you, the tightness in his chest loosening as he watches your round doe-eyes stare up at him. "Please kiss me."

Every fear and doubt dissipates the moment you mumble those three words, practically begging for the one thing Ao'nung desperately wants to give you. Ao'nung's hands engulf your whole head when he cups your warm cheeks, pulling you into a hungry kiss. His long fingers tangling in your soft hair so he can turn and pull you in any direction he desires, nibbling on your plush bottom lip, asking for entrance.

You happily comply, opening your mouth to let Ao'nung's rough, wide tongue lick into your hot mouth. His moans are muffled by your small mouth when he feels how silky smooth your tongue is, how small it feels when the very tip runs over the point of his canines. It takes all of Ao'nung's willpower to pull away from the kiss when you do, watching you pant trying to catch your breath, even then Ao'nung can't pull away. Pulling you back for small pecks and nips, fighting a satisfied smile when you giggle through the kisses he's relentlessly giving you.

Using his grip in your hair, Ao'nung tilts your head back, giving him full access to your hickey covered neck. Ao'nung takes his time kissing around the love bites Neteyam had left behind, avoiding your mating bite at all cost. Neteyam scent is permanently engraved into your skin, making Ao'nung's nose scrunch up in displeasure. The overwhelming need to scent you is throbbing through his body, his self control completely lost when he licks at your pulse point just to feel your erratically beating heart under the delicate flesh, reveling in your soft moan when he sucks on the sensitive skin.

Your soft moan get louder as you start grind down an Ao'nung's bulge, his leaking cockhead catching on your clit through the coarse fabric. "More, please. Ao'nung, I want more..." you plead, your smooth hands trailing down his chest and torso to rest on the band of his tewng.

"No." Neteyam's deep voice echoed from the darker corner of the clearing. You whine, turning your head to the direction of his voice, only able to see a pair of glowing, golden eyes staring back at you out of the darkness. "Nete, please–"

"No," he demanded, leaning forward to grab a hold of your jaw, his face just barely being revealed in the moonlight. Neteyam quirks his brow bone at you, "You'll get what you want later. For now, behave, Yawntutsyìp."

"Okay." you mumble, leaning into Neteyam's palm, his thumb lazily running under your eye. Neteyam's gaze glides to Ao'nung's, staring at the frozen Metkayina.

"Go on, Ao'nung, give her more." he smirked, using a single finger to push into Ao'nung's shoulder before sitting back into his dark corner.

Ao'nung can feel your slick drenching his loincloth, your arousal coats the air like how the paysyul scents the early morning breeze. You smell so good. Your smell is addicting. Your warm, satin skin is addicting. Your curved body is addicting. You are addicting.

And now Ao'nung has you; has a chance at finally tasting you. Getting a firm hold on your waist, Ao'nung lays back against the spongey, glowing moss under him, lifting you up to settle on his chest in one fluid motion. You gasp at the sudden movement, your small fingers squeezing his forearms hard enough to leave nail imprints in his skin.

"Come, Paysyul. Let me taste you." Ao'nung grabs your hips tightly and dragging you up his body until your cunt is hovering over his lips. He groans feeling your soft pussy on his tongue, your sweet taste erupts across his taste buds. You taste so much better than klpxiwlln or anything else he's imagined. So soft and warm as your slick coats his tongue, swirling around your small, puffy clit earning a whine from your swollen lips.

Your fingers comb through his thick curls, pulling on the inky strands as you rock your hips into his mouth, throwing your head back and gracing the night with your beautiful sounds. Plush thighs squeezing Ao'nung's head, your other hand grabbing at your breasts. Ao'nung quickly replaces your hand with his, rolling and pinching your stiff nipples, making your back arch further into his touch.

"Fuck! 'Nung, don't stop!" you plead. The nickname rolling off your tongue and straight to his dick, groaning uncontrollably into your pussy as his cock throbs.

"Say it again." he whines against your dripping cunt, squeezing your thigh with his free hand as a desperate plea.

Your breathy moan turns into a soft chuckle at Ao'nung's plead, "Rutxe, ma 'Nung, don't stop. Feels so good– ah!" you cry out when Ao'nung's rough tongue dips into your quivering hole, massaging your soft, gummy walls. Ao'nung's hand travels from your thigh to your hip, pulling you further down onto his mouth, encouraging you to ride his tongue.

Your sweet moans only get louder, body shaking as the pleasure is almost too much to bare. Hips undulating across Ao'nung's lower face, grinding on his tongue as his nose rhythmically bumps against your pulsing clit. Your stomach tightens, a building pressure warning you of your growing orgasm.

"Oh, fuck! N-Nete, I have to– please!" you beg, barely able to hold the mind numbing orgasm building in your core. You lean back and rest your hands on Ao'nung's shoulders, head tilted to the side to make eye contact with Neteyam, begging for your release.

"Hmm, you're asking a lot from me, Yawne. Do you really think you deserve it? Do you really think I want to share that with him?" Neteyam questions, not bothered at all by your pleading eyes and loud whines.

"Hah– Neteyam, please!" you yell through your moan, voice raspy and body shimmering in the moonlight from the sheen of sweat covering your body. You try to pull your pussy off of Ao'nung's relentless mouth, crying out when he pulls you back.

Ao'nung is dazed, thinking of only one thing: and that's to make you cum in his mouth. He's desperate for it, shamelessly moaning into your cunt, loudly slurping at your juices, sucking on your throbbing clit. His grip on your hips tighten, rocking you manually on his tongue.

Neteyam perches his lips, calculating his next move as he watches you struggle to behave as he told you to. You truly were his best girl, a little greedy, but that's his fault, he can't help but spoil you. And now, as he watches you sitting on the chief's son's face, crying from the overstimulation as you try to hold off possibly the best orgasm you've ever had, Neteyam feels his cock throb for you. Thirsty for your tight cunt to wrap around his cock, stretch you wide and have you begging for more even then. He can't let fish lips have this, no, your pleasure was his to decide; and you're only cumming on his dick tonight.

Finally making his decision, Neteyam stands up and wraps one of his arms around your waist, the other pries Ao'nung's hands off your hip, pulling you off Ao'nung's face with ease. Neteyam sits back down, settling you on his lap, his hard cock grinding against your exposed pussy. Hooking your legs over his thighs and spreading his legs, splaying you open for him.

Ao'nung jumps up, face drenched in your slick, lips swollen and hair disheveled. Ao'nung bares his teeth at Neteyam, "She was going to cum, why stop?!" he hisses in Neteyam's face.

Neteyam growls low in his chest before hissing at Ao'nung, arms tightening around you, hunching his body over yours to protect you if necessary. "She is my mate! You're blessed to have even tasted her!" Neteyam snarls at Ao'nung, shoving at his shoulder making him stumble back.

Ao'nung catches himself before he completely falls over, crouching down and hissing at Neteyam again. Before Neteyam can retaliate, you scream, "BOYS!"

Both men stop, startled, their eyes settle on your wrecked form. "I don't give a shit who makes me cum, just please! Please, let me cum!" you plead to both of them, pressing your ass against Neteyam bulge making him grunt.

Neteyam eyes Ao'nung's now relaxed form, hold on you tightening even more when he slow crawls closer. Ao'nung looks to Neteyam, ducking his head to scan your spread out body, starting to squirm around with want. Ao'nung looks back up to Neteyam, waiting for permission to stay. Neteyam gives him a single nod before turning his attention back to you.

"My poor, Yawne, have we been mean?" Neteyam asks, wiping a fresh tear off your cheek with his knuckle.

Ao'nung wipes the other tear away, "Too focused on our fighting we forgot about your pleasure?"

You can only nod, looking between the two Na'vi trapping you between their bulky bodies. Their heavy, hot breath fanning across your damp skin, causing goosebumps to erupt over your body. "Please," you plead. "Touch me."

Neither of them can deny such a sweet request. Ao'nung bends down, sucking the swell of your breast into his mouth, rolling the perked nub with his tongue while he kneads your other breast. Neteyam licks over your mating bite, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin until you're a moaning, whining mess between the two men.

Neteyam's skilled fingers quickly untie his loincloth, discarding the fabric to rub the thick head of his cock through your slick folds, drenching himself in your slick. Neteyam continues grinding against your pussy, cockhead bumping against your clit making you whimper, reaching your arm around to tangle your fingers in his braids. You tug on his braids harshly, causing Neteyam to grunt into your hair.

"More. Want your cock, please!" you beg again, your other hand fisting into Ao'nung's curls, his loud groan muffled around your nipple.

Finally, Neteyam grips your hips tightly, lining up with you entrance, teasing you a small amount before your whine of frustration urges him to push his tip past your tight entrance.

No matter how many times you've taken Neteyam's cock, the stretch always takes your breath away. Unconsciously holding your breath as Neteyam continues to sink in inch by inch, your tight, warm pussy hugging his cock perfectly.

Neteyam hides his groans into your neck, his grip on your hips bruising as he pulls you down further onto his cock. Your body slumps forward onto Ao'nung, burying your head into his chest, arms around his neck pulling him closer. The new angle opens you up further, making the slide easier when Neteyam finally bottom out.

Ao'nung's eyes are glued to your cunt, how you're pretty pussy is stretched out around Neteyam's cock, your slick dripping down your thighs. Ao'nung keeps watching as Neteyam pulls out a little to push back in, your soft cries pulling him out of his trance. An odd bulge as formed in your belly, moving in time with Neteyam's gentle thrusts. His hands wander down to cradle the bump, feeling the skin move with every building thrust.

"Fuck," Neteyam moans. "You feel so good, Yawne, so perfect for me." he says pulling out and thrusting back in with more force, slowly building a rhythm.

Ao'nung's hand scales down the length of your body, stopping just above your clit. He quickly glances up at Neteyam only to find him already staring at him, Neteyam nods at him, giving him permission to touch you.

Ao'nung kisses your small ear, cooing praises to you as he starts rubbing your puffy clit in tight circles. "You are doing so good, Paysyul."

Your response is muffled as you practically scream from the new sensation, clenching hard around Neteyam's cock making him whimper. You snap your head up and turn to look at your mate, "Nete–" you're cut short by Neteyam pushing your body down on his cock, grinding his cockhead into your pleasure spot.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, jaw going slack as your beautiful moan sings out into the night, body shaking and clenching as you cum, squirting your release around Neteyam's cock.

Neteyam curses, his head falling back as you clench impossibly tighter around his throbbing cock, pushing him into his own orgasm. Warm, thick ropes of his seed paint your walls white, his hips continuing to rock into yours, dragging out your orgasm.

Ao'nung watches in stunned silence at you. Your sweet, small body in complete bliss as you tremble against his chest, softly whimpering your pleasure into his ear. He doesn't pay attention to the way your fingers wrap around his tswin until he feels a delightful pressure developing at the base of his skull, that quickly travels down his spine to his neglected dick when your soft squeeze turns into a gentle tug.

Ao'nung's visions goes completely white, limbs going numb as your fingers keep massaging his braid, an unexpected knot unraveling in his lower stomach immediately. "Oh, Great Mother–" his strength fails him as his cock twitch, rope after rope of his seed drenching his loincloth until it spills to the ground. His thighs shaking as he pants into your chest, mumbling words of praise to you.

It wasn't until Neteyam removed your hand from his tswin that Ao'nung was able to take a full breath again, taking a moment to enjoy your warmth against his cheek as he collected himself, daring to crack open his eyes and look at you. And of course you were looking back.

You give him a tired smile, eyelids drooping as you pet his cheek, "Enjoy yourself, 'Nung?" All Ao'nung could do was nod, eyes blown wide, tail tapping gleefully against the ground.

Your smile grows wider at seeing his contentness, and lean forward to peck his lips. Ao'nung immediately pulls you back in for a deeper kiss, cradling your head and relishing in your essence. But it didn't lost long as Neteyam pull you apart, holding you close to his chest to check on how you're feeling His eyes scanning your tired body, love bites covering almost every inch of your satin skin.

He chuckles as you start to drift in his arms, "Let's go home and get you cleaned up, Oeyä Yawntutsyìp." he whispers into your ear, kissing your cheek as he stands, somehow dressed again while Ao'nung was still recovering.

Your small hand reaches out to Ao'nung, making him rush over to your side, making your hand disappear in his. He brushes his lips across your knuckle, memorizing the feel of your skin one last time, nosing at your wrist to ingrain your scent to memory.

"Next time, let's meet at the moon pool. It'll be easier to clean up."

A deep growl rumbles through Neteyam's chest, his eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. "One time only." he then looks to Ao'nung, his ears pining back as Neteyam bares his teeth. "Nothing more."

Neteyam quickly turns, walking away from Ao'nung and towards the beach. Your expression is chiding as you lightly smack his chest before nuzzling into his neck. Your head lulls back as you look to the sky, stealing one last glance at Ao'nung. Your lips curl into a devilish smirk and you wink before going out of view.

Ao'nung feels his body lighten at the jester, hope filling his chest. Maybe he will have more than just a taste one day.

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