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Masterlist

Bada Lee x Fem! Reader

Trophy❤️‍🔥 (18+)(G!p)

All night❤️‍🔥(18+)(G!p)

Muse❤️‍🔥(G!p), Part 2(18+)

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Muse

G!p Bada Lee x Fem! Reader

Y/n needs a model for a project…

Word count: 1736

Part 1, Part 2

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“As you all know, your final project is coming up. You need to find someone to model your designs, and submit the photos to me, class dismissed”

Y/n pack her things up neatly and put them in her bag. She totally forgot about the project, and with only a month left to hand it in, she didn’t know where to find someone to be her muse.

“Hey, you okay? You seem stressed out” Y/n’s best friend, Noze, said.

“Huh? No, not really. I totally forgot about the project now I don’t even know where to begin.” Y/n replied while walking out the classroom beside Noze.

“Designing is easy, I mean, for you it is. You’re the best in class. The problem is finding someone who’s willing to be your mannequin.”

Y/n hangs her head from frustration, sure she can think of designs quickly but she needs the perfect fit for her designs. She was thinking of making a masculine look for her project. And like Noze said, it’s gonna be hard to find someone to wear her designs.

“I know, Noze. How about you? Do you already have someone in mind?”, Noze tilts her head, thinking.

“I do have someone but she’s a teacher. She would look perfect for my project. I still need to ask her.”

Y/n knew who Noze’s talking about, it’s Ms. Monika, the dance teacher. Noze showed Y/n her designs, pointing out her centrepiece. Noze’s designs showcase a mix of female empowerment and elegance.

“Ooh! Since you wanted to design masculine clothes for women, how about picking someone from the dance class”

“I guess, I mean we could try. Do you know anyone there that would fit?”

Y/n and Noze stopped in front of her car, putting all their belongings in the trunk of Noze’s car and locking it. They made their way to the dance studio just behind their building. Noze said that they’re having their weekly freestyle battle right now. Y/n thought she might find actually find someone once she came in the studio. Most of the people’s fashion have some sort of masculinity in them.

“So? What do you think, Y/n? Find someone?”

“Hmm, I’m still looking. If you can introduce me to some of them, that would be great.”

“Sure sure. I know some of them.”

Y/n lets herself get dragged by Noze as she tries not to trip. There’s only a few people left in the studio as most of the people earlier were students who wanted to watch the battle. Y/n felt Noze slowed down and pulled her to her side. In front of her were a bunch of girls sitting on the floor, some of them are partly passed out.

“Hey Noze! Long time no see!”

“Aiki, we live in the same dorm room.”

Noze introduced Y/n to the crew as she tries to shove Aiki away from her. This is the first time Y/n have seen Noze refuse physical contact. Aiki, on the other hand, continues her stunt.

“So, Y/n right? I’ve never seen you around here before. I’m Lee Jung by the way. First time?”

“Yes, Noze said I might find someone to help me with my project”

“Ooh, what kind of project?” Y/n looked at the person and saw a giant. Maybe not a giant, but for her, and her height, it was a giant.

“O-oh, I need someone to be my muse.”

“Is that so? You got your pick?”, Y/n for some reason can’t keep eye contact with this person. She looked down at her shoes and her hands on her back.

“I’m still not sure, I need someone that would fit a masculine design.”

“I’ll be your muse.” Y/n looked up ready to thank the taller girl. She unknowingly took a few minutes checking her out, imagining the way her designs would look on the taller girl. Her height would definitely accentuate her designs, she thought.

“Hmm…I think that would be great.”

“Great, when should we start?”

“As soon as possible, what’s your availability?”

The taller girl sat down and invited Y/n to sit down on the floor beside her as well. They talked about their availability for the project, ignoring the stares of the people inside the studio. Y/n describes her designs to Bada, talking excitedly. Bada, on the other hand, was just admiring the way Y/n talks. As both of them succumbed in their own world, Noze and Aiki settled down behind them.

“Bada’s so whipped” Aiki whispered to Noze.

“I admit, they do look cute together” Noze whispered back.

“What are you guys whispering about?” Lee Jung asked, sitting beside Noze.

“I was talking about how our leader looked so whipped right now” Aiki answered.

“Ohhh, that’s true. She even insists on helping Y/n with her project”

Y/n and Bada decided to meet up after school tomorrow in Y/n’s apartment. They thought it would be easier since Y/n’s things are already there. Noze and Y/n bid their goodbye to the group and made their way back to the parking lot.

Back in the studio, Bada stood by the door smiling to herself. It’s like her smile is permanently attached to her face. She turned around and saw her members smirking at her with their arms crossed.

“So Y/n huh?”

“Leave me alone, Lee”

Bada started packing her things up trying to get away from her members as quickly as possible. She swings her bag behind her and waddles out of the studio. Aiki and Lee Jung laugh at their leader’s actions.

The next day…

Bada couldn’t wait to see Y/n again, so she stood by Y/n’s classroom door waiting for her class to end. She fixes her outfit, tryna look presentable in front of Y/n.

“Bada? What are you doing here?” Bada turned her head and faces Y/n.

“I was waiting for you. I thought we could go together” Y/n smiled at Bada,she pulled Bada beside her and clings on to her arm.

“Let’s go then!” Bada looked at Y/n beside her, and smiled to herself.

Y/n and Bada walked side by side, their arms still intertwined together. The conversation is full of Y/n’s rant about her professor and her project. Bada didn’t mind it at all, in fact she enjoyed it. Y/n’s apartment is only a few blocks away from their school. They decided to buy some snacks and some drinks in a convenience store beside her apartment.

“Hey Bada, what kind of snacks do you want?” Y/n leaned down in one of the aisles, accidentally pulling Bada down as well. “Oops sorry”

Y/n unlink her arm to looked at the snacks properly. Bada did not like the sudden change, but she was shy to ask Y/n to link their arms again. She settled with pinching a part of Y/n shirt, clutching it. She looked like a kid waiting for her mom to finish. Y/n laughed at Bada’s behaviour, she did not mind Bada being clingy with her.

“I think this is enough, let’s go”

Bada paid for the snacks and drinks even though Y/n insisted on paying. They made their way to Y/n’s apartment and settled on the living room. Y/n places her designs on the table in front of Bada, explaining her approach to the project.

“So I already have some sketches, I might need to make some changes to fit it with your style. I also need to take your measurements”

“Sure where do we start?”

Y/n asked Bada if she’d be comfortable wearing her designs. Bada nodded her head and stood up to let Y/n write down her measurements. Y/n began measuring Bada, standing on the couch to meet Bada’s height. Bada can’t help but to chuckle at Y/n, looking so cute tiptoeing even though she’s already standing on the couch. Y/n snaked her hands around Bada, bringing the measuring tape around her. Y/n hands are fixing the tape’s position around Bada’s chest part. Bada froze in her spot, holding her breath. Y/n notices this and places her hand on Bada’s back.

“Breathe, Bada”

Bada tries to normalize her breathing, letting Y/n work. Y/n wrote down Bada’s measurement and proceeded to measure her waist and her hips. Bada felt herself being lightheaded but she stood her ground. Y/n jumps down from the couch to measure Bada’s legs, kneeling down beside Bada. By now, Bada’s whole face is flushed. Her whole body is in heat. She can feel herself getting hard from all the measuring. She immediately sat down and covered her lap with a pillow once Y/n finished her measurements.

“You okay? Why are you sweating?”

“O-oh yeah, I’m okay!”

“Hmmm”

They both proceed with Y/n’s project, well just Y/n, Bada just sat on the couch watching Y/n. Bada focuses her attention on the snacks that they bought earlier, stuffing her face with gummies. Y/n saw this and asked Bada to leave some for her. Giving her some every few minutes.

Y/n finished most of her designs, putting it on her binder. She turns to look at Bada to see her sleeping on the couch. Y/n stood up from the floor and sat down beside Bada. She made sure not to make too much noise, as she was scrolling through her phone, she felt Bada’s head on her shoulder. Y/n places her hand on Bada’s cheek to help her lean on her. They stayed in that position for a while, Y/n gently placing her head against Bada, lulling herself to sleep. Bada suddenly sat up, and looked around. Y/n smiled at Bada and told her she fell asleep.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n”

“It’s alright, Bada. I fell asleep too, we can continue this tomorrow.”

Bada nodded her head and gathered her things, they walked towards the door, bidding each other good bye and good night. Y/n readies herself to go to bed, when she receives a text. It was from Bada.

Bada: Hey, I just wanna say sorry about earlier. I got your number from Noze btw. Okay goodnight 😊

Y/n: I told you it’s alright. Have a Good night too❤️

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This one is a two-parter. I’m so sorry for not updating for almost a week.

Anyway enjoy reading this one, I’m working on the next part☺️

#bada lee x fem! reader #bada lee x reader #badawhatarewe #g!p #bada lee

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hiii! another bada lee fic coming soon?

Hallooo, I’ll try to update once a week😅

I’m also thinking of writing a Bada Lee series.☺️

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All night (18+)

G!p Bada Lee x Fem! Reader

Another Bada x reader for y’all.

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Y/n took a night shift as a receptionist at a building where Bada practices her dance.

“You working late tonight, Y/n?”

You look up to see the building’s janitor signing out and picking up his things. “Yeah, Sarah called in. You done cleaning? Drive home safe alright”

The building that you work in is open until the devil’s hour. Open for those who are passionate about dancing. Each practice rooms have their own small space inside to rest and a bathroom to freshen up. You look at the sign in sheet to keep track of the people coming in and out. One name caught your eye, the one who’s been bugging your mind since you started working in this place.

When you first met her, she gave you a charming smile as she signed her name down. You found yourself falling in love with her. Anticipating her arrival in your every shift. She never misses a day, as if she knew what days or time you were working. You just thought that it was a coincidence, as she seems so passionate about her dancing. You look back at the sheet and check the time she signed in. She signed in 6 hours ago, she must be exhausted. You traces you fingers on her name admiring her handwriting. Bada Lee

“Hey Y/n, I checked all the rooms and there’s only few people who’s practicing. All of them are packing up already.” You see the guard talking to you as he walks towards your desk. “You think you can close by yourself tonight? You only need to lock few rooms and the front door.”

“Sure, I can do that.”

“Thanks. Y/n”

You turn to look at the sheet again to see which rooms you need to close. A group of people came out drawing your attention to them, you gave them the sheet to sign out. You couldn’t see all of their faces as some of them are behind one another. You stood up from your seat after they all signed out and exit the front door. You lock the front door first before you began locking the rooms and checking if they left something behind. The next room that you went in still has the light turned on. You can also hear a faint music playing. You look around and saw a bag on the floor. You walked towards the door inside the practice room and knocked.

“Hello? Is anyone in here? We’re closed for tonight”

You put your ear on the door, trying to hear if anyone is inside. You were gonna reach for the knob when the door opened. You look up to see Bada with a towel around her neck and without a shirt.

“I-i’m sorry, I was just checking i- if anyone’s inside”

You look away in embarrassment as you heard Bada laugh. You try to calm yourself down, you just saw her in her sports bra. Your mind can’t think about anything except how the water on her hair runs down to her shoulders and to her chest. You still have your back turned towards her, you wait for her to pack up her things. The faint music stopped playing and you felt something tickling your neck.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault”

You turn your head slightly on the side towards the mirror and saw Bada leaning down behind you. It was her hair that tickled you earlier. Bada places her hands on your hips pulling you closer to her. You saw yourself looking so small in her arms, Bada also turns her head towards the mirror and smiles at you.

“It’s good to see you Y/n, by now you probably noticed that you’re one of the reasons why I come here”

Your ears are burning as she whispers those words in your ear. You can’t move as she wraps her arms around your waist. You can feel her body heat on your back, your heart is beating fast and your face flushed. As her words sink in, you cover your face with your hands, trying to hide it from her. You turn to look at the mirror again bringing you hands down slightly. Bada’s eyes trail down your figure biting her lips and admiring the way you fit against her.

“Don’t think that I never noticed you staring at me whenever I signed in”

Bada places her nose against your neck then pulls back a bit to turn you around and kissed you hungrily. You gasp at the sudden sensation but responded with the same reaction and brought your arms around her neck. Your mind cannot process what’s happening but your body reacts differently. You breaks the kiss as you catch your breath, she places her forehead against yours and smiles.

“I want more. I want all of you Y/n”

You nod your head yes giving Bada an answer, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back when it comes to her. She captured your lips once again pinning you on the mirrors. Loving the way you arch your back as you try to deepen the kiss. Bada groan as you bit and suck her bottom lip. Her hands travelling down your back, cupping your back side as she parts your legs with hers. You break the kiss and placed your head against her shoulder as you grinds yourself down her thigh. Bada looks down at you, eyes filled with lust seeing you lose your mind just by grinding on her.

“You’re killing me, Y/n.”

You looked at her panting, your eyes pleading for more. Bada’s cock throbs against her sweatpants when she saw you look at her with those eyes, you look down to see a big tent in her pants. You’ve heard about girls having a dick before. It’s a rare condition, but never you would’ve thought that Bada is one of them. You placed your hand on top of her waistband, loving the way Bada pushes her hips to your hand, eager to feel your fingers on her skin. You can see the pre-cum leaking from her pants, and you cannot wait to get a taste.

“Oh Y/n. You’re driving me crazy”

“What do you want me to do?”You can’t help but tease her a bit, prolonging the action a little.

“Your mouth”

Bada is now gripping your waist pulling you against her as she grinds her hardness between your thighs. You can feel her cock move, begging to be touched. You slowly slip your hand inside her sweatpants and notice that she’s not wearing any thing underneath. You grasp her cock from the inside and pump her slowly. Her cock barely fits you hand, you wonder how big she really is. You trail you eyes down from her stomach to her covered cock, her veins from above the waistband running down inside of her sweatpants. Bada is growing impatient, she put her hand on top of your head and pushes you down, guiding you on your knees.

“Don’t tease”

You grab her waistband and pull it down, her cock smacking you on the cheek. Your eyes grew wide as you see her whole length. It must have been at least 9 inches. Mesmerized by her size, you lick the tip of her cock seductively. You look up to see Bada leaning on the mirror with her hands looking down at you, her eyes clouded by lust. You turn your focus back on her cock standing proudly. Your hands gliding down to her thighs, you started sucking the tip very slowly. Bada did not like that. She thrusts her hips forward causing you to gag at her size. She continued thrusting her hips slowly as she held your head.

“Pretty girl, I knew you could take it”

You groan and her words, sending vibrations through her cock. This made Bada basically fuck you in the mouth. You started gagging again, chocking on your spit as you try to push her hips away.

“Almost there baby…fuck”

Bada came into your throat making you swallow all her cum. You push her a bit, making her pull out leaving a string of cum behind. You look at her while wiping your lips. This look of yours makes Bada lick her lips and pick you up from the floor. She carried you to the room inside the practice area, laying you down on the couch while straddling you. She looks at you lovingly as she cups your face.

You place a small kiss on her lips as you whispered ‘I thought you’re gonna make me scream all night’

Bada felt shivers ran down her body, her hands shaking as she caressed your skin underneath your shirt. You help her by taking it off and guides her hand on your back to remove your bra. Bada leans forward and kisses you passionately as she undo your bra. Her hands gliding back to your chest, teasing your nipple with her fingers. Her kisses trailing down from your jaw to your neck, leaving few visible love marks. You move your head to the side to give her more space to conquer. You let out a whine when she blew on your breast and tease it with her mouth, rolling her tongue around your nipple. Her other hand found their place in your other breast, caressing it.

“Uhmm… Bada please, I need more”

Bada shushed your plead as her hands busied themselves on pulling your pants down and taking it off. Her kisses travels down your body, licking and sucking your skin. She gently spread your legs and positioned her head between you. Bada licked her lips and placed more love bites inside your thighs. You let out a gasp turned into a moan when you felt her lick a long strip on your heat. Her hands wrapped around each of your thighs to stop it from closing. She began sucking you roughly as if this is the most delicious meal she’s ever had.

“Bada…ahh”

“That’s right, moan my name. That’s the only name you will moan from now on”

Bada turned her attention to your clit, her fingers teasing your entrance. One finger came in, then another, and then another, three fingers pumping in you like crazy. Clearly preparing you for her cock, that is now hard and throbbing once again.

“You’re so tight, I can barely fit my fingers inside you”

Bada leaned back and stroke her cock while looking at you. You looked at the nice specimen on top of you stroking her long cock, making your mouth water.

“I’ll be gentle…if you ask nicely”

Of course you wouldn’t ask her to be gentle, in the back of your mind you wanted her to break you. Bada pulled out her fingers and spread your wetness to her cock. She then positioned the tip to your entrance, slowly inching herself deep inside you. You rolled your eyes back from this sensation, her cock spreading your insides and filling you up. Bada bite her lips as she felt you clenching around her cock. She imagined how you would feel, but she never thought that you would be this tight. Once she fully sheathed herself in, she moved her hips back leaving only the tip inside and slam her hips forward. Bada places your legs on her shoulders, rocking her hips in a rhythm. Your hands clasped your mouth as her thrust becomes more violent. Bada likes the way you answered her thrust with your moans.

“We haven’t even started, baby. You’re already trying to hide your scream.”

Bada removes your hands away from your mouth and pinning them on top of you with one hand. Her lip’s found yours once again, exploring every corner, drinking your lust. Her hips snaps back and slams harder, making you let out a scream.

“Bada…ahhh!”

You can feel her tip kissing your cervix every time she moves. Making you lose your mind with the way she rolls her hips. Perks of being a dancer, you thought. Bada continued her actions, changing the pace a few times to enjoy your reactions.

“M-more, please!”

Flipping you on your stomach without pulling out was her response to your whine. This might be her favourite position of you, half of your body pinned on the couch while your ass meets her thrust. You felt her hands on your back then stopping at your hips. You turn your head to the side and look back at her. Smirk forming in her lips as she hangs her head back. You watched her enjoy the feeling of you around her, licking her lips at the sight of your fragile state beneath her.

“God, I will never get tired fucking you like this. Fucking you every day, all day… haaa.. fuckk… all night”

Her hips slamming against you became faster, your moan getting louder as she keeps hitting your sweet spot. You arch you hips back meeting her thrusts, bouncing on her cock.

“Ahh!… Bada! Uhm-my God!”

Her grip on your hips tightened, surely leaving a mark in the morning. “You feel so good, Y/n-ahh”

You felt yourself reaching your high, cumming ‘round her cock as your body gives in. Bada on the other hand, thrust her hips deeper letting herself succumbed at the sound of your wetness on her cock. Your mind is losing grasp on reality as she continues rearranging your insides.

“B-bada, no-ahh…wait”

Still sensitive from the previous climax, you can’t help but to try to pull away and give your body a break. Bada pinned your hips to the couch not letting you go from her grasp. She leaned her body against you, kissing your neck and biting your shoulders.

“I’m almost there, baby. Think you can hold out for me and be a good girl?”

“Yes-ahh! Bada!”

You screamed as she picked up the pace, chasing her own high. You could feel your climax building up again, moaning her name loudly as you felt her seed mix with your own as you both came down from the high. Bada wraps an arm around your shoulders, panting and calming herself down to not fuck you again. You let out a cough, gaining Bada’s attention.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I feel like I’m gonna lose my voice in the morning.”

Bada chuckles at your response, giving you a kiss on the cheek. Feeling smug about it. She moves your hair on the side and admire your beautiful face, cherishing the moment with you. But the way you grips on her cock, brought it back to life. She slowly thrust her hips forward gaining your attention.

“Think you can go for another round?”

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The way she dance is so hawt😩

Let’s all be delulu together😉

#bada lee x reader #bada lee x fem! reader #g!p #bada lee #badawhatarewe

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Trophy (18+)

G!P Bada Lee x (Jam Republic) Reader

I’m so obsessed with her😭

Some of the scenarios here doesn’t follow the first episode of SWF2. For example, I put Jam republic seats across BEBE.

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Bada won the trophy…

Y/n’s POV:

“I’m so nervous. Everyone is so intimidating”

Being in the same group with ‘THE Kirsten’ is probably the best thing that happened to me. She taught me everything there is to know about dancing. I started dancing five years ago, hence the nervousness.

“Girl, you got this. Why do you think I picked you to join this competition?”

Kirsten’s reassurance calms me down a bit. But I still can’t help to overthink scenarios in my mind. Especially when I’m trying not to fangirl over Bada Lee. She’s the reason I pursue this career, it’s feels like a dream knowing that your idol is sitting across you. And staring at you.

The Mc’s voice rang through out the place meaning the break’s over and we’re now starting with a freestyle battle. Audrey asked me what’s happening and why are the other contenders suddenly looks serious, i told her that they’re starting the show with a battle. Knowing how to speak Korean is a blessing to me and my teammates. I thank duolingo.

“So why does everyone look like they have beef with each other?” Audrey whispered.

“For drama”, I whispered back to her.

“Ahh”

“Guys, listen.” Kirsten pulls all of us out of the conversation to listen to the host. I didn’t even noticed that Latrice and the others were listening.

“Nod your head y’all, like you understand what he’s saying”

“Great thinking, Latrice” , Emma responded.

As the battle of ‘No Respect’ comes up, a girl from 1million, Redy, challenges Bada to a battle. Which of course Bada won, they must have some sort of past relation when Bada answered Redy’s ‘No Respect’ challenge with ‘Subin-ah, you’re still an eight grader to me’.

After Kirsten’s battle against a girl from Mannequeen, everyone took a break.

“Hey, someone’s looking at you” Ling suddenly pointed out to me. And the girls of course turned their heads to where Ling is looking. Bada went back to her position talking to her members before I even see her looking at me.

“She’s probably a fan of Kirsten, Ling” I told her, but then she just smiled at me as if she knows something. “What? I’m just saying”

“Stop it. I’m gonna go to the washroom”

I stood up from my seat and skim my way through the crowd of staffs. I finally found the washroom and went inside to fix my make up. I can’t believe I saw Bada. She’s so tall and charismatic. And her dance against Redy is something that would probably stick in my mind even after this show. As i was re-applying my lipstick the bathroom door opened revealing Bada. I tried not to look at her when she washes her hands beside me. More likely I can’t, I’m like frozen in spot.

“Hey”

Oh my god, she’s talking to me. Okay be cool, be cool.

“Hello” I responded in Korean, as I bowed to greet her.

“Oh you can speak Korean, that’s great” I look up at her to see her smiling down at me. It’s a great sight to see. Like God’s blessing. “So, you’re from Jam Republic right?”

“Yes”

“I’m Bada by the way. Bada Lee, from BEBE” she holds out her hand for me to shake.

“I’m Y/n L/n. And I know who you are, I’m a fan”

I gently shook her hand and she seems pleased with my respond. Stop looking at me with that smile, I’m gonna melt. I was going to let go of the handshake when she pulls me a bit closer to her.

“Can I take you out to dinner?”

Huh?

“Huh?”

“I’d like to take you out on a date, if it’s okay with you”

“Huh?”

My Lord, Save me.

Actually don’t, but pray for me. This woman is too much. I can’t believe she asked me out. I must be dreaming. No, I need to calm down. I have to think this through. Girl! What’s there to think about this is Bada Lee!

“In one condition, if you win another battle. I’ll go on a date with you” Why did i say that! I should’ve said yes!

“You can’t back out now. Pick you up at 8.” She slowly let go of my hand and gave me a smile before walking out the door.

I can’t breathe

I went out after 10 minutes to calm myself down. I then sat down with my teammates, Ling once again looked at me with a teasing smile.

“Your admirer went out looking for you, did you guys meet?”

“No”

“Hmmm”

~Timeskip after the battle~

“So, I’ll be seeing you at 8 then”

Of course she won, I should’ve said yes earlier, now my teammates can’t stop looking at me.

“Yes, actually you can take her now”

“Ling! Oh my god, don’t mind her please” Bada laughs at them and then looked at me waiting for my answer. “I’ll text you my address” , I gave her my phone to type her number in.

“I’ll be waiting for your text”

Bada went with her teammates to their dressing room, skipping happily like a kid. I watched her vanish from my view as my team and I made our way to our room.

“Did not meet, my ass”

“Shut up, Ling”, I tried to walk faster so I can think about what just happened.

“You should invite her to your apartment here, I mean her dinner is there”

“Please stop.”

“Nope”

“Kirsten please make her stop”

“Nuh-uh, I’m enjoying this”

Kill me now

~Timeskip~

I texted Bada my location as soon as I got home. I bought an apartment here in Korea when I attended a dance class for half a year. I immediately took a shower and pick out my outfit. I ended up with a red satin fitted dress and matched my make up with it.

I’m now sitting in my couch waiting for Bada to arrive. She haven’t texted me back but she read my message so it’s okay. As I was skimming through Netflix on what to watch while waiting for her, my doorbell rang. She’s pretty early, it’s only 7:30pm. I opened my door revealing a drenched Bada.

“Oh my god! What happened to you? Come in!”

I immediately took a towel from my cupboard and gave it to her.

“It’s okay its only my jacket that is wet. It’s raining so hard outside, we might have to re schedule our date.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. It must have been a hassle getting here.” How did I not notice the weather outside, now I feel bad for making her come here.

“It’s alright. I brought some wine, and these are for you”, she handed me the flowers and set down the wine on the coffee table. She looks so good drying her hair.

“You didn’t have to you know, but thank you. I appreciate it”, I stood up and put the flowers on a vase. I was gonna put it on the dining table when I bumped into Bada.

“Careful now”

“Sorry, I didn’t see you behind me”

“Let me take those, you want it in your dining table right?”

She took the vase from my hand and put them on the table. I did not notice what she was wearing when she came in earlier, but now that I have time to check her out, she look so handsome in a button up shirt and black slacks. I did not notice her calling my name, as I was busy thanking the lord.

“Y/n, you alright?”

“Huh? Oh yes. I was just thinking, we don’t have to reschedule our date.” Bada looked at me waiting for me to continue.

“We can just order food and have our date here”

‘…her dinner is there…’ out of my head, Ling.

“Uh, sure. We can do that. What do you want?”

We decided on Chinese food and sat down ourselves in the living room. Bada standing in front of the tv looking for a movie to watch while I look at my messages. I ignored the one from my teammates, they’re probably wondering what’s happening.

“Hey, the food place is running late on schedule. They said it might take a while because of the rain.” Bada informed me, as she typed in her phone.

“That’s okay, we can watch a movie while waiting for the food”

I poured the wine on our glasses and handed hers. I took a sip of my glass and looked at the tv. I can’t believe how she can look so charismatic while looking for a movie. Oh Lord. I’m down bad. This is bad. I took another sip of my wine, it’s honestly sweet, I leaned forward to looked at the brand of the wine when I heard Bada asked me about a movie.

“Y/n, what about this one. It’s abou-“

I looked up at Bada waiting for her to continue what she’s saying, only to see her looking down past my face. Or rather my chest. I quickly leaned back fixing my dress a bit.

“I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean to stare at your chest”

Bada is now blushing furiously, it’s unusual to see her like this. All flustered and stuttering her words. Interesting.

“It’s alright, sit beside me. Let’s watch your pick” I said as I pat the space beside me on the couch.

Bada sat beside me, with at least two feet between us. I laughed at her and told her to sit closer. She did sat closer but her face is still red from the event earlier. The movie starts playing it’s a horror film with Jenna Ortega in it. I think it’s called ‘X’. The thunder and rain outside fits perfectly with the movie. I looked at the person beside me, watching the movie so intensely. I can see her side profile perfectly, her sharp jaw, her tall nose. Everything about is so attractive. I saw her clenched her jaw, while watching the movie.

“Ohh~ baby. Just like that~”

Huh?

I immediately turned my head towards the tv and saw what’s happening. They’re having sex. That’s why she was clenching her jaw. Oh my god.

Third Person POV:

Y/n can’t help but noticed Bada’s response to the movie. She saw Bada quietly took a pillow and put it on her lap. She thought it was probably to help her be more comfortable. What she didn’t know is Bada was trying not to react to the movie. Bada’s grip on the pillow harden, turning her knuckles white. And this time Y/n ask if she’s feeling okay.

“Y-yes. Just feeling a bit hot”, Bada answered trying to not look at the gorgeous girl beside her.

“I can turn on the air conditioner if you want”

Y/n stood up trying to find the remote for the AC, and she found the remote beside Bada.

Y/n leaned forward to reach the remote but failed. She then gave up when Bada told her not to turn the AC on. Bada then poured more wine to her glass and downed it in one go. The movie continues now with the horror scenes. Y/n is a scaredy cat. Bada learned that tonight, when she felt Y/n screamed and hug her. Bada gave in and hugged Y/n closer to her. Her perfume intoxicating her, leaning herself towards the smaller girl. Y/n not noticing the effect she had on Bada, she climbed on her lap replacing the pillow on Bada’s lap. Y/n heard Bada groans thinking she hurt the girl.

“I’m sorry, did I hit you?” Y/n pulled away and asked worriedly.

The taller girl did not answer and just looked at her in the eye. Y/n was surprised at the close proximity between them. She was going to get up from Bada’s lap when she was pulled back in the old position.

“Stay, Y/n”

Bada leaned her head on Y/n’s shoulder pulling the smaller girl closer to her. This gave her more opportunity to smell that intoxicating perfume once again. Turning her head towards Y/n’s neck, she places a small kiss and pulled away. Y/n now understanding what’s happening, blushes and covers her face. She can feel it underneath her. Bada just got more attractive in her eyes.

“Don’t hide your pretty face from me”

Y/n slowly remove her hands away from her face. Her breathing became heavy, she looks down at Bada’s lips then back at her eyes. The way she looks right now is the one thing that Bada will never let anyone see. Her arms around her neck, hands on her waist, it’s perfect.

“We can stop, if you want-”

Y/n captured her lips before Bada even finishes what she’s saying. Bada responded with the same passion. They both kissed liked they’ve been starved for years. Y/n grinds herself to Bada earning a groan from the other girl. Bada’s grip on Y/n’ waist tightened as she helps her grind on her crotch. Bada’s hands pushed Y/ns dress up and caress her thigh. Y/n’s hands began unbuttoning Bada’s shirt, throwing it on the couch once she got it off of her.

Bada trails her kisses down to the other girl’s jaw and neck. Earning a moan as she sucks on the skin. With gentle hands she pulled the strap of the dress down Y/n’s shoulder as she kisses her way down. Y/n elicited a moan when Bada sucked on her nipple. Covering her mouth in response, Bada saw this and grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her mouth.

“I want to hear everything tonight”

Bada continued to ravaged her body not missing any skin untouched. Y/n on the other hand work her way through the taller girls belt. Unbuckling it was the easy part, reaching down to unzip it is not. Bada pulled away and let the girl do what she wants. Y/n got down to her knees and unzip Bada’s pants. She then pulled it down along with the boxers. Bada’s hardness slaps against her stomach startling the kneeling girl. Y/n wraps her hands around the length and looked at Bada. She then starts to move her hands up and down and leaned herself forward kissing Bada.

“Fuck…Y/n”

Bada threw her head back when she felt Y/n sucking her off. She felt incredible, her hands find their ways on Y/n’s hair pushing her down her lenght.

“Almost there baby”

Y/n bobs her hear faster as the grip on her hair tightened. Bada came and watched the girl swallows her cum as she praised her.

“Atta girl”

Y/n removed all the clothing from her body, she looked at Bada’s crotch seeing that it’s hard once again. Bada couldn’t take it anymore, she pulled Y/n down and lay her down on the couch. Bada’s hands found their way between Y/n’s legs.

“No, I want you. Inside”

Y/n looked at Bada as she lined Bada’s cock to her entrance. Bada pushed her tip in feeling the way Y/n arch her back. Bada was gonna let Y/n adjust to her size, but right now all she wanna do is fuck Y/n hard.

“I’m sorry”

“What-Ahh!”

And she did, Bada slams all her length inside Y/n. She was going on a rough pace and Y/n was loving it. She leaned forward to sucked on Y/n breast as she fucks her roughly. She kissed Y/n passionately whispering praises to her. Bada then leaned back to admire Y/n. Y/n’s glossy eyes looking back at her, her boobs following the rhythm of her hips, and her moans. This stirs up something in her, seeing Y/n getting fucked senselessly by her. This made her thrust her hips faster, causing Y/n to let out a chocked moan. Y/n pulled her down to hold on to her. Y/n’s moans are now by her ears, making her groan.

“So-so big. Harder”

Y/n pleaded and Bada complied positioning herself deeper and hitting the spongy part inside Y/n. Y/n’s moaning is getting louder as Bada kept hitting that part.

Ding~dong~

Ding~dong~

Y/n pushed Bada and try to make her stop thrusting her hips.

“I-I think it’s the-the food..fuckk”

“Then open it” Bada suggested

Bada pulled out and let Y/n answer the door. She saw her hiding behind the door trying to cover her naked state. Bada quietly walk towards Y/n as she closes the door and locking it. And before Y/n can turn around, Bada pinned her to the door, pushing herself inside her once again.

“W-wait Bada. He-He’s still out- fuck..”

Bada returned to her previous pace, holding Y/n hips and pulling her back a bit. This new position is hitting Y/n in all the right places. Bada’s hips thrust faster and harder wanting to hear Y/n break and moan loudly.

“Let me hear you, baby”

Bada’s almost at her limit and she knows Y/n is too by the way she clenched around her. She didn’t want this to end but seeing Y/n struggling to stand, she knew she had to. Y/n leaned her head back to Bada’s shoulder, and arching her back allows Bada to fuck her faster.

“Cum for me, Y/n”

Bada whispered to her, and like a switch her body complied. Moaning loudly as she felt Bada finished inside her as well. Y/n’s body collapsed as Bada carried her to her room. Y/n felt Bada slip in beside her spooning her as they drifted to sleep.

They found their drinks outside the apartment the next morning…

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This is my first story and I can’t believe I made this. It’s prolly trash

Bada got me on a leash.

#badawhatarewe #g!p #Bada Lee x reader #Bada Lee x fem! reader #Bada Lee

[scarletaqua]

WH0 R U???

Warnings: Professor!Reader, Tara eye-fucking you, and that’s all I believe.

Summary: Tara’s attractive Professor comes to the rescue.

A/N: I’ll be doing a part 2 soon w smut 🥲

Several years of school, scholarly work, and teaching experience led you here.

To Blackmore University. You were younger than the average professor, but your dedication and passion for education set you apart.

You were professional and not one to be pushed around. That much was clear when you set foot inside your literature classroom for the first time.

English was always your favorite subject, and you excelled in it throughout your academic journey. So, why wouldn't you pursue a career in teaching English at the university level?

However, for the next few months, you won't be teaching literature. Instead, you'll be filling in for your co-worker Laura, who's away on FML, taking on the role of teaching film study.

While you may not have much experience teaching film, Laura was desperate for someone to cover her classes, and you were willing to help out. She's been nothing but sweet to you. Plus, how hard could it be? You've watched movies before.

When you walked into the classroom on your first day, late in the afternoon, you were greeted by a bunch of drama kids who were honestly confused; you could see it in their faces.

They were expecting Laura, their experienced film study teacher, but instead they got you, someone with little to no teaching experience in film.

"Professor Y/LN?" Jason Carvey, a student from your previous class, asked with a puzzled expression.

"What happened to Laura? We were really looking forward to her class."

You took a deep breath, placing your belongings on the desk at the front of the classroom.

"Unfortunately, Laura had an unexpected personal matter to attend to and won't be able to teach this semester. But don't worry, I may not have much teaching experience in film, but I'll try my best."

You reassured the students, hoping to alleviate their disappointment. "Professor Crane provided me with some materials and resources to help guide us through the semester. Additionally, I've been doing my own research to ensure that we have a fulfilling learning experience in this class."

You give the class a tight-lipped smile before opening your briefcase.

"Well, shall we get started?"

Tara didn't know exactly what it was about you that made her eyes widen and her heart begin racing. Sure, anyone could see you were attractive, young, and obviously confident, but there was something more captivating about your presence.

Was it your voice? Was it how you commanded the room with your words? Or perhaps it was the way you'd lean back against the desk, crossing your built arms as your eyes scanned the room, exuding an air of authority.

Tara found herself drawn to you like a magnet, unable to tear her gaze away. She was intrigued by the air of mystery that surrounded you, wondering what secrets lay behind your confident façade.

As class went on, Tara's dark brown eyes scanned over you like a predator assessing its prey. From your perfectly styled hair to your amazingly kept eyebrows, your enchanting y/e/c eyes, to your sultry lips—don't get her started on your sculpted jawline.

You were a sight to take in, captivating and commanding attention without even trying. You presented yourself with an effortless grace that made it impossible for anyone to look away.

Your white button-up shirt was crisp and tailored, hugging your form in all the right places, and your black slacks were perfectly pressed, accentuating the length and strength of your legs.

Tara's stare flew back up, staring at the bulge in your pants, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire—

"—Tara, is it? What do you think?" Tara quickly snapped out of her momentary distraction, her cheeks still flushed.

She cleared her throat and tried to regain her composure before responding, "Oh, I'm sorry. Could you please repeat the question?"

You smile, showcasing your charming dimples and perfect smile. While Tara was in her trance, you found yourself relaxing into the class's discussion, feeling like you no longer needed to put on your strict professor persona.

You leaned back, crossing your legs. "How do you think directors like Quentin Tarantino push the boundaries of traditional storytelling in their films? Do you believe their unique approaches have a lasting impact on the film industry?"

Tara nods, playing with the pencil that sits in front of her. "Yeah, I think directors like Tarantino definitely push the boundaries of traditional storytelling, especially with their unique approaches that challenge the audience's expectations and keep them engaged. Like Kill Bill and Pulp Fiction, for example, and how he used non-linear narrative structure and unconventional use of violence to create a distinct cinematic experience that stands out from the mainstream. Peak cinema at its finest."

You raise an eyebrow, impressed. "You surely know your film." The freckled-faced girl giggles in response, dropping her gaze to her hands.

At the end of the lecture, Tara approaches you with a small smile on her face. You look up from your notes, which Laura had given you, and it also confuses the fuck out of you. With a quirked eyebrow, you meet Tara's gaze, your face softening.

"Oh, Tara. Need something?" Tara hesitates for a moment before speaking. "Actually, I was wondering if you'd accept my late work. Professor Crane gave me extra time to complete it, but I still couldn't finish on time. I understand if you can't, but I thought it was worth asking."

You bite on your lower lip, not noticing how quickly Tara's eyes drop to the action. "Uh, sure." You rip out a piece of paper from your notebook and write down a quick note.

"Here's my number. I lost the login to my email, so this will have to do. Send me your late work, and I'll make sure it gets to Professor Crane. Just make sure to include your name and the assignment details in the text so there's no confusion. I'll do my best to help you out."

Tara's eyes light up with relief as she thanks you profusely. "I really appreciate it, thank you so much." You nod, giving her a tight-lipped smile before focusing back on your notes.

A few days later, you're home alone, eating a bowl of ice cream while you watch the movie Stab. Suddenly, your phone buzzes with a new message. Your eyes fight to tear away from the screen, and you reluctantly pick up your phone to check the message.

[phone]: wh0 r u???

You squint at the unfamiliar number, puzzled by the message. After a moment of hesitation, you reply.

You: I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong number. Who are you trying to reach?

[phone]: profdsser y/ln

You furrow your brow, trying to decipher the cryptic message. It doesn't make any sense to you. Curiosity getting the better of you, you decide to respond one more time. You: I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying. Can you please clarify?

[phone]: rolling eyes emoji

[phone]: three ht poreffesor whofilling for ms crane?

Was this Tara? You put down your bowl of ice cream; this had to be Tara. And she had to be drunk. You take a deep breath before responding again.

You: Tara, is that you? Are you okay? It seems like you're drunk.

[phone]: ummmmmmmmm

[phone]: busted

You: Tara, I'm really concerned about you. Is everything alright? Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help.

Tara: iamat the frt house

Tara: canyoucum pik me up, pleas?

You twist your lips, concerned about Tara's well-being and the fact that she is asking for a ride. Surely she had friends with her. You didn't want to leave her stranded, but you also didn't want to be the professor driving their students home from a wild party. However, you take a moment to gather yourself before responding.

You: Of course, Tara. I'll be there to pick you up. Just send me the address, and I'll be on my way.

Tara has started sharing their location with you.

You see the location pop up on your phone, quickly checking the estimated time of arrival, and mentally prepare yourself to pick up your drunk student.

[scarletaqua]

guts

summary: Wednesday confesses her feelings for you in her own Wednesday Addams way.

warnings: cussing and fake death (mention of blood)

word count: 2,514

a/n: this is based off of this post! This sucks, just a fair warning. I love Wednesday and I know how she would do romance, but articulating it is super difficult. I'm hoping I can get better at writing her since this is only my first time and I love her so much. Anygays, enjoy!

The day had been dreadful for you.

Dreadful in the sense as it being so awful that you wanted to go home and just gently cry yourself to sleep. Ever since knowing Wednesday, you had realized just how potent perception was to each individual. A dreadful day for Wednesday would end with a gentle tugging of the corner of her lips before crossing her arms comfortably across her chest.

They were not the same. It didn’t take much effort into noticing the differences between the Addams family and the rest of the world. And yet, the two of you always seemed to get along. Well, getting along in terms of Wednesday Addams. That meant there was less scowling and a minimum amount of threats within the presence of each other.

Developing a fascination with Wednesday was almost instantaneous for any and everyone. Harboring a crush for the goth wasn’t an unusual occurrence either. Being compared to Wednesday only meant pointing out all the differences between Wednesday and the other person. It was only natural to become intrigued by the lifeless, unblinking stare and morbid interests.

As for the feelings, Wednesday Addams was aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. Her pale skin and raven hair were stark yet appealing contrasts with freckles sprinkled around. One could simply not fall in love with the goth after noticing the sea of freckles. Not to mention how soft and full her lips looked, always pale but darker than her pale skin.

The aurora that surrounded her and the way she held herself were both handsome attributes that lured you in. Her intelligence was admirable (as well as sexy if anyone was to ask you). Her voice was often times even and lifeless as she spoke, or even and factual; the sound was always pleasing to the ears, caressing the skin of your body and your heart.

It was when emotion trickled through her voice that you were really left weak in the knees. The fact that ninety-percent of that was directed towards you when conversing? Well, it would be more of a mystery to not fall for her.

So, yes, you were completely and utterly infatuated with Wednesday Addams. Her grace and beauty were so captivating. The goth’s entire being was an addiction for you.

Wednesday wasn’t a romantic person though. She burned romance books and nearly fell ill whenever Enid or Divina decided to display a romcom. Any form of affection had her wrinkling her nose and stitching her eyebrows together in a ferocious, pout. She always made discouraging remarks about Ajax and Enid’s relationship; everyone only knew the remarks were half-assed because the rainbow werewolf had managed to worm her way into the goth’s heart.

Yoko and Divina holding hands as they walked along the lake or cuddled on the couch for movie night always prompted a scowl from Wednesday.

Of course, everyone knew how much she abhorred physical touch. Despite wanting to drift your fingers through her bangs to smooth them out after a vision or lightly drag your fingers along the palm of her hand, you never did. Kissing Wednesday was the most prominent and recurring fantasy of yours, but you left it at that.

You respected Wednesday’s boundaries and loved her too much to attempt to cause the girl any discomfort.

Even with all of the walks to classes and shared isolation wasn’t enough to warrant suspicions from you. The only person allowed to be present during Wednesday’s writing period (Enid would be there wether she was allowed or not) was you. You’d never once asked to read her novel, but you did mention wanting to if Wednesday ever changed her mind; to that she had just hummed thoughtfully.

Her eyes were always a shade lighter and her face marginally softer when in the company of you. She declared you were the least annoying person out of “this group you all like to label as a friend group.” To Wednesday, it was just a group of people that she didn’t want to kill (as badly as others). Even her digs at you weren’t as callous as the others.

Enid had been trying to convince you to make a move because “Wednesday totes likes you!” but, “is too stubborn to make the first move.” But you’d spent enough time studying Wednesday and enough time putting yourself out there just to be shut down, to not make a move. You wouldn’t label the relationship between you and the goth as a friendship, but in their own unique slash dysfunctional slash bizarre way, they were friends.

You didn’t want to lose the nights of wordlessly stargazing after having watched her practice her cello, of days where she glared at Xavier in botany for even attempting to converse with you, of philosophical spiels from the goth and her in return trying to keep up with your hyperfixations, of her warning you to be careful if you were in the woods alone before deciding to accompany you because it was the “smarter” decision.

Wednesday was different with you from the others, you knew that, but the reasoning having to do with romance was absurd.

Absolutely, completely, and totally absurd.

Yoko was staying at Divina’s for the night, so you flipped the light-switch as soon as stepping foot into the shared dorm. You made sure to lock the door behind you, knowing that Wednesday would pinch your ear if she found out you didn’t.

She always threatened to hurt you if you got injured or killed and glared when you would laugh at the irony. You didn’t really mind though, because you could only find her scowl adorable and not intimidating. Though, you’d never dream of saying that to her. She’d probably either ignore you for a week or stick needles in her eyes.

You dropped your bag off by your desk then went to your closet to find some pj’s. As heavy as your limbs were and how your eyelids kept drooping, you knew you needed a shower and showers before bedtime always helped you sleep better. So, you quickly brushed your teeth and turned all of the lights off.

The last thing you did before rolling onto your side and easily drifting off to a different state of mind was plug your phone in.

You weren’t sure how long you had been under Mr. Sandman’s spell, but the sky was just as thickly black as before and Yoko wasn’t back. In fact, the door wasn’t even opened. The window leading into your shared dorm was opened barely an inch, and you knew it had been shut before going to bed. No one could get into your room from there anyways, unless they were Spider-Man and could climb walls.

The chilly noise that had roused your from your sleep wasn’t uttered again. Deciding you were probably only half-asleep and imagined the noise, you moved to curl back up in your previous position. But then there was a thump and a swirl that sounded like a body zooming across the room, ending with a thud on the floor.

Considering your deep-rooted love for horror and having faced a Hyde and a Pilgrim raised from the dead, not much could scare you at this point. Your hand was sturdy as it reached out to turn your lamp on and the racing of your heart wasn’t an obnoxious thump but a steady hum. What you saw next had your heart stilling in your chest.

“Wednesday!”

You leapt off the bed without a second thought and rushed to the aid of a seizing goth. Her body flung itself so she was on her back. Despite her head flinging this way and that and the rest of her body spasming, you quickly grabbed her and cradled her against your lap.

“Wednesday! Wh-what’s happening?” You asked despite her seemingly partly unconscious.

Two shallow breaths scratched the thick air around them and then Wednesday’s small body slumped. While it wasn’t unusual for the goth to be laying exceptionally still and her face expressionless, it was dialed to one-hundred. Or more like negative-one-hundred from how still and chilly she was.

There was blood scattered all over her body, turning her black clothes even darker. Even her sweet face that held so much information with the lack of expressions had blood splashed all over. There was barely an inch of her skin that was just her pale complexion and not slick blood. Her bangs that you were so obsessed with were messy and the rest of her hair was goopy with blood.

You gently cupped her cheek, as if that would keep the Addams girl from being harmed. She was already unmoving and unresponsive, you didn’t want to make matters worse. You couldn’t hurt Wednesday, especially when she already was so terribly hurt.

You sniffed and strummed your thumb along her elegant cheekbone. Her already chilly skin was even cooler, causing your fingertips to twitch and the rest of your body to spasm. Tears were cascading down your cheeks and dripping onto Wednesday’s face. You hadn’t even realized you were crying, you didn’t feel the slick heat on your cheeks or your eyes burning.

You didn’t feel anything. All you could feel was the barbed wire tightening further and further around your trembling heart. You were sure you were bleeding internally from her heart, and you hoped it would overflow so that you wouldn’t have to live in a world that didn’t have the insatiable Wednesday Addams in it.

“Wednesday, come on, wake up. This…” You swallowed hard. “This isn’t funny, though I know you find your cruel shenanigans to be just that.”

Seconds ticked by without a witty remark from the cold girl in your arms. Tears kept spilling down your face, so much so that you could wipe all the blood off of Wednesday. When too many tears blurred your vision and you could never see the most beautiful person ever, you dropped your head to her chest and clung to her tightly.

‘I should’ve listened to Enid.’ You couldn’t believe that something so horrible and so horribly cliche could be true! All this time you had waisted pining for Wednesday and now she’ll never know how you truly feel about her. You’d never get to know if she’d rather know or not, even if she didn’t feel the same.

Enid.

How were you going to explain this to her? The person she deemed her best friend, the girl she risked her own life to save last her, her roommate, was now dead. Someone so special in life and to Enid’s heart was no longer going to be around to threaten people and stun strangers and make their classmates laugh.

The girl you loved was gone.

“Oh, cara mia, it was all just a playful ruse.”

You jerked away from that metallic voice grazing your skin and kissing your ears. The rare tone of voice that was either used when speaking about a devious plan or talking to Uncle Fester or Enid. It was smooth and warm with a slight rasp tickling it, but still even and steady like her daily, monotone voice.

When you jerked away, you were met with a smile gracing the lips of the girl you had thought was dead. For a full sixty seconds, you were sure that Wednesday had been possessed because Wednesday Addams did not smile. But then you remembered her smirk at Outreach Day when her and Thing had successfully ruined the event, and you remembered the very few times she had snuck a smile here and there.

You could hear Enid’s voice in your head screeching how Wednesday looked at her with the goth’s own version of heart eyes. And you remembered how Wednesday would escort you to class and offer to hold your books, how she’d sit with you at lunch and didn’t threaten you like the others. How angry she got whenever you were careless and your safety was at risk.

That smile was innocent and it was infectious. A one-hundred-percent, bonafide Wednesday Addams smile.

Her hand cupping your cheek startled you from the reverie you had been induced in. The subtle shutter had that small smile widening and a warmth flooding her eyes. You always found the girl to be so beautiful that there were no words to adequately describe her, but this smile and the heat in her eyes was something even more remarkable.

She ran her thumb along your cheekbone and smirked as you leaned against her delicate touch.

“Y/N, my heart beats when your heart beats, and I suffer when you suffer. Which is not as fun as I expected suffering to be. As long as the earth rotates, that will never change. My fealty belongs to you and my heart will never forget the kiss your presence has left on it.”

Even if you had ever fancied the thought of Enid being right, you never in a million years expected Wednesday to say that as her love confession. And definitely not with that smile that kept trying to pull up further! You jerked your head down and counted your fingers and were left stunned to count ten. So you weren’t dreaming.

Your heart was thudding harder against your ribcage from that declaration of love than it had been when you thought Wednesday was dead.

Dead. Right. This whole sweet and enchanting confession was only given after she had faked her death. She pretended to die for what exactly, your reaction? If you hadn’t reacted appropriately would she have left you to believe she was dead? Or would she have woken up and left unimpressed?

As relieved as you were that she was alive and you got to do the next thing, you were pissed at her.

You smacked her - hard - on the bicep and glared at her. “Wednesday Friday Addams!”

“I’m assuming this is in response to my flawless scene I had enacted of demons possessing my body and effectively murdering me.”

“Yes! This is in response to…all of that!”

Your response only made her grin bigger. You guessed that it was only satisfying Wednesday’s knowledge of you reciprocating her undying love. As aggravating as it was, it was what made Wednesday Wednesday and you loved her more than breathing.

Sighing, you cupped her face and rubbed your thumb against the red stain on her face. “I’m assuming this is pig’s blood.”

She gave a single nod of her head, her eyes doing all of the smiling for her. “My smart girl.”

There weren’t any powers in the world that could have prevented you from shuddering at that compliment.

Wednesday’s smile morphed into something wicked, very on par for her, and she began to lean in.

“Darling, as much as I love that devious brain of yours,” she smiled brightly, loving the adjective. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.”

She gave a solemn nod of her head. “Allow me to make it up to you, cara mia.”

And with that, you finally let your love kiss you.

[scarletaqua]

trust me

summary: Reader learns a new spell and decides to test it on Wednesday.  Specifically: Wednesday's strap-on.

pairing: wednesday x witch!reader

warnings: (+18), smut, magic!strap, strap-sucking, strap riding.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: for those who requested more Wednesday. let me know your thoughts and what you want to see next!

“Baby,” You murmur, against Wednesday’s lips, “Stop for a sec. I want to try something.” 

Wednesday pulls back slightly. Her face is framed by her pretty, dark bangs. Usually, they’re perfect. Not a hair out of place. But right now? They’re wild. Strands a mess, jutted slightly to the side and sticking to her forehead. Sweat keeping them in place. 

You’re on your back, Wednesday nestled between your legs. Silicone appendage around her waist, she’s pressed deep inside you. 

The thought hadn’t occurred to you until just now. 

But now it’s all you can think about. 

Wednesday raises herself with her elbows and stops her slow assault of your neck, an eyebrow quirked. 

“Try what?” She asks, only a hint of hesitance in her voice. 

You did this often. 

Bedroom ideas sprung only upon Wednesday in the heat of the moment. You didn’t do it intentionally, but she never seemed to mind that much. 

Last week it had been whipped cream. The week before it’d been a pair of fluffy, pink handcuffs. 

Your girlfriend is a little kinky, though that shouldn’t surprise you by now. 

“I learned something today in class,” You say, a little excited, “Something that I think will make you feel really good.” 

“You learned something about coitus in class?” Wednesday says, sounding concerned. 

You shake your head. 

“Please don’t call our lovemaking ‘coitus’,” You say, wrinkling your nose. Wednesday’s nose also wrinkles, but perhaps from the opposite word, “But you’re going to like this, babe. I promise.” 

You bite your lip. She’s looking at you, a little reluctant. 

You lean up and press a gentle kiss to her lips. 

“Do you trust me?” 

Wednesday appraises you. Infamously, she doesn’t trust easily. It had been an ordeal to even kiss her for the first time, let alone do this with you. 

But as time had gone on and you’d slowly chipped away at the black coal around her heart, she’d learned to trust you more than anyone else. 

Her eyes soften. 

“Of course,” She says. 

You shoot her a wry smile, and then squeeze her hips. 

“Lay back.” 

Wednesday frowns, but obliges. She pulls out of you, carefully, looking a little aggrieved at the very fact she has to. And then she settles herself on her back, watching as you grip the dildo with your hand. 

You close your eyes. Think hard to summon the words. They’re latin, as most of the spells at Nevermore are. You mumble them quietly, trying to be careful with your pronunciation. 

The last thing you want to do is say the wrong word and turn Wednesday into a table lamp, or something much worse. 

You open your eyes, just in time to release your grip on the dildo. 

It illuminates with light, then, it fades, turning back to its original shade - a deep, royal purple. The only color other than black Wednesday had agreed to buying. 

Wednesday blinks, looking startled. 

“What was that?” She asks. 

You bite your lip. 

“A little spell I learned in class. To make inanimate objects feel.” 

Wednesday’s no fool. She looks up at you owlishly, tilting her head slightly. Her lips purse, but the concern in her eyes melts into a longing arousal. 

She clocks it as you lick your lips, looking down hungrily to appreciate your new toy. She swallows, body tensed as you reach out and touch her, like she’s ready for what’s about to come. 

Still, the moment your fingers brush the head of the shaft, she gasps. 

“I don’t think Principal Weems’ intention was for you to use her lessons in this fashion.” Wednesday says, trying - and failing to sound logical. Her eyes are dark, her red lips firmly clenched between her teeth. 

You grip a little harder and watch as her eyes jerk closed. 

“Does that feel good?” You ask. You stroke down, gently, arousal flooding through you at the look on her face. Her eyebrows are drawn, her mouth open. You know she can feel everything. Every touch of your fingertips. Every slight stroke. 

As if the dildo is now a part of her. 

“Yes.” She pants. She sits up on her elbows, all faux concern gone, now firmly off her high horse, “Don’t stop.” 

You lean down and press a kiss to her hip. 

“You know what’ll feel even better?” You ask, voice coy, but you don’t give her time to respond. 

And then you dip down and take the head of the dildo into your mouth. 

She draws a sharp breath, head tilting back onto the pillow. 

You taste your own arousal, tinged with a little of that sharp silicone taste. 

Usually, this isn’t something the two of you did. Blowing silicone seemed pointless, most of the time. But now? With Wednesday writhing and moaning under your mouth, maybe it’s something you’ll do more often. 

You suck gently, rubbing your hands along the inside of her thighs. 

She groans, as a fresh trickle of wetness elicits from between her thighs, coating your fingers. You suck down a little harder, wanting more. You miss her taste, and quickly release the dildo with a gentle pop, leaning down to clean up the mess of her thighs, mouth watering at her salty wetness. 

She makes a noise of disapproval. 

“Be patient,” You chide, nipping her inner thigh with your teeth, “Enid won’t be back for hours, I’m going to play with you all afternoon.” 

Wednesday moans as you press a kiss to the base of the dildo, where it meets the straps, and then trail your tongue up to take her once more into your mouth. 

You suck a little more forcefully, now, wanting to hear the sweet harmony of moans and sighs and gasps only going down on her elicited. 

She doesn’t disappoint. Her hips press up, trying to feel as much of the wet heat your mouth provides as possible. Her hands use your hair like reins, like she’s a jockey trying to ride you as fast as she can. 

The noises she makes are glorious. Breathy moans, short, quiet gasps. 

And then a low groan when you pull your mouth away, sliding up her body to meet her lips. 

“Darling,” She says, sounding much more composed than she looks. Eyes wild, hair messy. Her lips, stained deep red with your lipstick, “Please don’t stop.” 

You smile and kiss her. 

Affectionate names aren’t her forte. In fact, the only time you get a ‘sweetheart’ or ‘darling’ or ‘baby’ is when she’s like this. Naked, wet, begging for more. 

“This is going to feel much better,” You say as you climb atop her body, positioning the head of her cock at your entrance, “I promise.” 

Her hands find your hips. 

You’re wet, comically so, and so the dildo slides in with ease. Your belly coils. The stretch of her filling you up feels insanely good. 

But the way Wednesday gasps out feels better. 

Her eyebrows knit, her grip on your hips tightens. She pants as you take her to the hilt, as deep as you can take her. She lets out a shaky breath as you lean down and press your lips to her jaw. 

“You’re not going to cum in thirty seconds are you?” You tease. 

She looks up, eyes locked in furious concentration, “Be quiet,” She orders, but there’s no edge to her voice. It’s strangled, although if she doesn’t use every braincell in her body to focus, she’ll do exactly that. 

You ignore her, and rise up, slamming back down against her hips. The movement sends shockwaves through your body. 

Wednesday curses, a fresh bead of sweat forming at her forehead. She sinks back into the mattress, gasping slightly as you gyrate your hips against hers. 

“It’s a dildo, baby, not a real cock,” You tease, slamming down into her once more, “You can cum if you want, it won’t get soft. I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.” 

Wednesday closes her eyes, her grip on your hips lessening. You lean down and press your lips to her neck, licking and biting and enjoying the salt of her skin as you fuck yourself down onto her. 

You’re going too fast now, you realize all at once. In your effort to make Wednesday cum in under a minute you’d forgotten exactly how good this feels for you. This time, it’s you who moans out as the tip of the dildo brushes your g-spot. 

Wednesday doesn’t miss it. 

Her eyes open slightly, sparking with opportunity. You slow your pace, only slightly, trying to be subtle but her hands grab at your waist, a little rough. 

The arousal in her eyes is suddenly tinged with mischief as she takes control. 

Her hips drive up at a furious pace. You cry out, almost losing your balance, but Wednesday's grip on you steadies you. The bed squeaks, debauched sounds of her bare skin hitting yours rings out. 

She grins as you lose your composure. 

“Seems like you’ll be the one cumming in thirty seconds.” She murmurs. 

You moan, dropping down to bury your head in her neck. Her hands reach down to grip your thighs, prying you open to her. 

You gasp as she pounds into you, and through your blurry, lust filled haze, you can’t help but have the last word. 

“Two minutes,” You moan into her ear, “But nice try. For a beginner.” 

That does it. 

If Wednesday’s assault was hard before, it’s positively ruthless now. She doesn’t give you a moment to breathe. Hard, calculated thrusts as she fucks you, using your hips to bounce you up and down her cock, each thrust making you cry out in pleasure.  

She reaches down between your bodies to rub your clit and slams her hips up into you furiously. 

You cum with a final, relentless thrust, and a long, loud moan into her ear. 

Your entire body flashes white, orgasm ripping through you. The tips of your ears redden, your nipples painfully hard, your clit throbbing. And as you squeeze around her, you feel Wednesday’s body tighten and then a quiet, low gasp as she cums hard against you. 

Her entire body shakes, her movements against you still. 

You’re breathing a little heavily as your body thrums with the quiet satisfaction of your orgasm. Wednesday’s eyes are locked shut, her grip on your hips unrelenting. 

You wait a moment, enjoying the sharp beat of her pulse and the way she nestles herself into you, arms moving to lock around your waist. You press a gentle kiss to her chest and grin up at her. 

“Told you that would feel good.” You say, nuzzling your head into her neck. 

“It was an enjoyable sensation.” Wednesday admits, and you beam. 

“Does that mean you want to do it again?” You ask, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. You’re not sure it works. 

Wednesday peers down at you, introspection on her face. 

Then, you let out a quiet sequel as she takes you by your hips and flips you onto your back. 

[scarletaqua]

DO NOT INHALE

Warnings: spells, fluff, soft wednesday (anymore?? idk tell me)

Summary: That wasn’t meant for Wednesday.

A/N: This was based off a request in my inbox. Non, I hope you enjoy! Also, why is writing dialogue for Wednesday so hard? Lmao

Wednesday Addams x GN!Reader

Being a magic user was fun, even if you didn't know much about it. You could make things move with a wave of your hand, or create a barrier to block incoming attacks. But with great power came great responsibility - it was up to you to use your magic responsibly and for good. That good including helping your girlfriend's best friend with her obvious crush on Ajax.

You were determined to help her, even if it meant you had to use your magic to do it. You knew it was a risk, but the reward would be worth it. "So, how do I use this?" Enid asks as you hand her the glass bottle.

"Just throw it on the ground of his dorm room. Only one person should be present in the room when you do. Then, stand back and wait for the magic to take effect." Enid takes the bottle and nods. "So when he inhales this...air? He'll—"

"He'll express his true thoughts to you," You say, cutting her off. Enid smiles before engulfing you into a tight hug. Enid pulls away and looks at you with a sparkle in her eyes.

You then say, "It'll be like he can't help himself. You'll find out what he really thinks about you." She grins and nods, then takes a step back. "Thank you so much, Y/N!" Enid tries to pull you into another hug but you stop her. "That's enough hugs for today."

She laughs, taking a step back. "You and Wednesday are so alike." You give her a smirk and take a step back. "I'll see you later." You turn and walk away, Enid places down the bottle on Wednesday's nightstand before following you out of her dorm.

Wednesday walks into her dorm, Thing jumps from her shoulder, and makes his way onto her desk. Wednesday begins to unpack her belongings, her eyes snaping to the sound of glass breaking. Wednesday looks around to find Thing had knocked over a glass bottle, shards of glass spread across the ground.

Thing begins to tap his fingers onto the desk, apologizing to Wednesday. Wednesday's blank face barley softens, "Relax." Is all she says before she kneels down and kneels over the glass, picking up the shards and throwing them away.

When Enid arrives back to the dorm, her eyes widen at the fact the bottle is gone. Her gothroommate greets her as she continues to typing on her typewriter. Enid stares at her in disbelief, "Uh...Wednesday? What happened to the bottle on your desk?"

Wednesday stops typing and looks at her, "Thing broke it, so I threw it away." She goes back to typing, oblivious to Enid's shocked expression. Enid stands there, stunned. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. "I'm so screwed," she mumbles before walking away.

It's now morning time, you're outside of Wednesday's and Enid's door, only to be knocked aside by Enid rushing out. "Hi, Y/N. Bye, Y/N." She says quickly, rushing down the hallway. You were taken aback by Enid's suddenness, watching the girl as your eyes squinted in curiosity.

Wednesday had been standing in the doorway, watching the exchange with a smirk. "That's not anything new with Enid." She says, staring at you, a small smirk apparent on her upper lip.

"Seems like you're in a good mood, Cara Mia." You softly say to the dark-haired girl in front of you. Wednesday's smirk broadened as she stepped closer to you and let out a laugh at her reply. "And it seems like you hit your head this morning, Amore mio." she said, her voice low and melodic. She then leaned close and placed a kiss on your cheek, close to your lips.

You felt your heart leap and your cheeks heat up. You were too stunned to say a word, so you just stood there, looking into her eyes. She smirked again, her eyes twinkling with mischief, before she stepped back and walked away. You were left standing there, feeling a mixture of confusion and excitement. Wednesday was never one to initiate contact, normally you were the one greeting her with a kiss.

You watched her leave, still in shock. You weren't sure what to make of the situation, but you couldn't deny the thrill of it all. She had always been a mystery, and you couldn't help but wonder what this meant for the two of you. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You followed after the girl, staring her at her for a few moments before staring at the path ahead of the two of you.

When you arrived at class, Wednesday walked straight past her normal seat next to Xavier and she followed you. Xavier watched her go, a look of confusion on his face. As Wednesday took Enid's face, you furrowed your eyebrows.

Wednesday settled into her seat, her eyes never leaving yours. You could feel Xavier's gaze on the both of you, but you didn't look at him. Instead, you let the tension linger in the air. "Mi amor..." You begin whispering, "Enid's going to be upset if she has to sit next to Xavier."

"Let her be upset. I would rather be next to you." You give a small smile, feeling the warmth of Wednesday's hand on yours. Xavier stares daggers at both of you, but you don't break eye contact with Wednesday. Soon Enid walks into the classroom, noticing Wednesday sitting next to you, the only open seat being beside Xavier.

She closes her eyes for a moment before sitting down with Xavier. He opens his mouth to speak but Enid interrupts him, "Please don't make this anymore painful than it has to be." Xavier sighs and closes his mouth, sparing another glance at you and Wednesday.

You were very confused. Wednesday's hand was interlaced with yours while she rested her head on the other, staring at you, and taking in every single feature of your face.

"You look good today. Your appearance, though not conventionally charming, possesses a certain allure that is undeniably captivating." You felt your cheeks flush, and you couldn't look away. You felt yourself becoming more aware of her presence, and you felt an indescribable sensation pass through your body.

"Thank you, Cara Mia. You always know how to flatter me." She smirked and slowly moved closer. Her eyes pierced into yours, and you felt a rush of energy fill your body. "Flattery is an art, and I've always believed in being honest, even when it comes to praising appearances. Your unconventional features, framed by the veil of mystery you wear, hold a fascination that's difficult to ignore. It's refreshing to encounter someone who embraces their own peculiarities."

"Hm...?" You hummed out a bit. You felt the heat of her gaze as you looked back, mesmerized. She leaned closer until her lips were only inches away from yours and whispered, "Do you understand now?"

You nodded slowly, your heart racing. She leans back, focusing her attention on the front of the classroom. A small smirk curled at the corner of her lips while you were left in a daze, feeling the warmth of her presence even after she had turned away.

"Enid." You mumble to yourself.

After class was over, Wednesday wrapped an arm around yours. You looked up at Wednesday with wide eyes. She looked back at you, her black eyes twinkling. You felt the warmth of her arm around yours and the two of you walked away together. It felt nice to know this was apart of Wednesday's true feelings for you. But you didn't want to find this out by a stupid spell you had casted to help Enid.

You had to find a way to break the spell and make Wednesday's feelings go away, even if you truly wanted to enjoy this moment and savor the feeling of being cared for. "Enid." You sternly call out.

She pauses her movements, standing still in the hallway, before turning around and rushing to you. "I am so sorry! It was an accident." She rushes out. You roll your eyes in response. "Wednesday, I would like to talk to your roommate... alone."

Wednesday looks up at you, "I'd prefer to stay close to you." You raise an eyebrow at the girl, staring her down. "Wednesday," you say firmly, "I can handle this. I need to speak with your roommate alone." Wednesday reluctantly nods and backs away, her eyes still on you.

You take a deep breath and turn to her roommate. "How?" You ask, staring into Enid's eyes. The girl lets out a loud breath, "She told me Thing knocked it over!" You take another deep breath and try to process the information. You look around the hallway, people making their way to their next class.

"You will never get another love spell from me again, Enid." You take a step back and turn away from her. Enid stares after you, her eyes wide and her mouth open. You don't look back as you walk away, determined to break this love spell on Wednesday.

You hear Enid call out to you, but you ignore her. You grab Wednesday's hand and drag her to the library. "Well, this is an unexpected detour, isn't it? A secluded room, away from prying eyes and mundane distractions. I must admit, your choice of location is... intriguing." Wednesday says, taking a step forward.

You ignore the girl, browsing through the shelves of the library. You stop when you reach the spell book you needed, flipping through the pages before you find the spell you were looking for. Wednesday watches you, a very small furrow in her eyebrows. You twirl your finger around a bit, a green aura trailing from it before you flick it at Wednesday.

Wednesday gasps as the spell takes effect, her eyes widening in surprise. Wednesday looks around, blinking completely oblivious to the spell she has been under for the past couple of hours. Suddenly, she remembers the events of the past few hours and looks around in confusion. She can't believe she had been under a spell all that time. She shakes her head, trying to make sense of what happened.

She then narrows her eyes at you, a mix of suspicion and annoyance evident in her gaze. "What have you done, and more importantly, why? Is this some twisted attempt to manipulate my feelings?" You take a deep breath, "You know I'd never do that, Cara Mia...that spell wasn't meant for you."

She stares at you for a moment before the tension in her shoulders lessens. "Then who?" You place the spell book on a nearby table, stepping closer to Wednesday. "Enid. I wanted to help her with Ajax, but it seems Thing knocked over the bottle that contained the spell."

She looks away, her expression unreadable. You reach out, placing a hand on her cheek. "I must admit that I enjoyed you under that spell." Wednesday's gaze snaps to yours, her eyes widening. Her eyes glance at your lips and then back at your eyes. "Why does it feel as if I'm still under your spell?" You smile and brush your thumb across her cheek.

"Perhaps it's not a spell, Wednesday. Perhaps it's something more, something real. And as unconventional as it may be, I find myself entangled in the very same enchantment." You admit, your voice gentle and sincere as you gaze into her dark eyes.

A small, genuine smile tugs at her lips. "Enchantment, you say? Well, I suppose even a creature of the shadows like myself can succumb to the allure of something as perplexing as love."

You let out a small laugh, "Love has a way of finding its way into even the darkest corners of our souls. And I, for one, am grateful to have found it with you, Wednesday." Wednesday finds herself leaning in, her eyes trained on your lips.

You close the gap between you, your lips melding together in a gentle kiss. You feel Wednesday's love wash over you as you deepen the kiss, and you are filled with a warmth that you never thought possible. You slowly pull away, your eyes locked on hers and your hearts beating in unison.

A love potion was not needed, you thought to yourself. You had both found love in each other without any help. Even if Wednesday didn't show her love for you publicly, you knew deep down, you could feel it. She was your person and you were hers. Nothing would ever change that.

[scarletaqua]

V — i remember her hands, and the way the mountains looked.

Synopsis: In which the Sullys approach the mountain clan for sanctuary. The Olo'eykte agrees but proposes one condition: Toruk Makto's eldest son must be promised to her daughter. Surprisingly, instead of the solemn response one would expect, Neteyam agrees almost instantaneously.

Tags: Female! Mountain Na'vi! Reader, Arranged Marriage, Strangers to Lovers, Neteyam is whipped, Fighting, Mentions of blood, Mentions of Injuries, Graphic Violence and Wounds, Suggestive, It gets steamy at the end!

Word Count: 11k | AO3 LINK

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Weaving the thread under a loop, Neteyam meticulously fastened the neckpiece off and then carefully cut the excess string with his blade. As he held it up to the light, giving it an experimental stretch, the embedded crystals and gems sparkled and glinted beneath the warm honeyed glow of the rising sun, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors.

"Do you think she will like it?" Neteyam asked for what seemed like the hundredth time, his fingers still fiddling around with his work, and his eyes micro-analyzing every stitch and bead.

With a groan, Lo'ak ran a hand down his face.

Exasperated, he turned to Neteyam. "How many times are you going to ask me that? Did you not hear my answer last time? It looks fine."

Ignoring his brother, Neteyam stayed focused on the neckpiece.

"What if she doesn't appreciate Omatikayan weaving?" Neteyam bit his lip, a rugged hand nervously tugging at his braids. "I should have asked her opinion on it… What if these gems aren't the right color for her?"

"Bro, calm down," Lo'ak said, shaking his head. He reached over to gently grab the woven necklace away from Neteyam's fiddling hands, holding it up to examine the intricate detailing more closely.

Neteyam had dedicated the past three months to creating this special gift, pouring his heart and soul into every thread and gemstone. The pattern he had chosen was one only the most skilled weavers of their clan attempted, and Neteyam had executed it flawlessly.

There was not a single sign of a mistake, and the weaving flowed seamlessly, like a river meandering through a pristine forest. The beads adorned the piece like shimmering stars against the sky, their brilliance accentuated by Neteyam's careful polishing. Even to Lo'ak's untrained eye, he could recognize the skill and effort poured into the creation.

"Golden boy and his perfect weaving," Lo'ak whistled, smirking when Neteyam grumbled under his breath from the nickname.

Carefully, he handed the woven neckpiece back to his older brother. "Don't worry. She'll love it."

"Love what?"

As the silhouette of their father loomed over the hut, Neteyam glanced up, surprised by the unexpected visit. Jake stepped into the hut, parting the curtains to the side, and the warm light from the rising sun spilled into the room, casting a comforting glow over their faces.

"Father," Neteyam greeted with respect, setting aside the neckpiece.

"Neteyam," Jake replied warmly, his gaze holding a touch of concern that he didn't bother to conceal.

It was the morning before Neteyam was set to make the trek toward the peak with the other young members of the clan.

Their purpose was clear: to prove their worth and earn their place as adults within the community. However, amidst the group, all eyes were particularly fixed on Neteyam. His journey carried an added weight – the burden of proving himself even more than his peers.

Observing the exchange, Lo'ak locked eyes with Jake, nodding in understanding. He knew what was coming – another heart-to-heart talk between father and son. It seemed like these talks were becoming more frequent lately, and Lo'ak found it tiresome to witness Neteyam's constant overthinking about his upcoming crowning ceremony.

It felt like just yesterday they were dumbass kids climbing trees and exploring the vibrant forest together. Now, with the looming responsibilities of adulthood and leadership, everything felt different.

"Lo'ak, why don't you give us a moment?" Jake suggested, giving his youngest son a knowing smile.

"Finally. Some peace," Lo'ak mumbled to himself, wandering away from the hut to give Neteyam and their father some privacy.

Inside the hut, Neteyam and Jake settled into an intimate silence. The curtains were shut tight but dim light filtered through the gaps in the woven walls, casting soft shadows on their faces, creating a serene atmosphere that encouraged open conversation.

"Things have been hard as of late, huh?" Jake began, his voice gentle and understanding. "Ikinimaya is in a few hours… How are you feeling about the climb?"

Neteyam shrugged, trying to put on a brave front. "Not much," he replied with a smile. "I think I'm more focused on what happens after."

Jake's nod was thoughtful, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding of the burden that came with leadership. He was no stranger to the weight of such a role, having borne it himself as Eywa's chosen one.

After the ceremony, if Neteyam were to complete the ascent, his crowning ceremony as chief would soon occur. Unlike the Omatikaya, where they usually held separate ceremonies for these milestones, the Iuva'ri followed a different tradition, crowning their chiefs on the same day of their coming of age.

It was a big change for Neteyam, but Jake had confidence in his son's ability to adapt and lead.

"I was just like you back then," Jake grinned, nudging Neteyam. "It's a big moment in your life, and the responsibilities that come with it can be overwhelming. But you've got this. You've grown into a strong and thoughtful man."

Neteyam smiled gratefully at his father's words. "Thanks, Dad," he said softly, feeling a sense of reassurance and comfort wash over him.

As Jake's eyes fell on the necklace in Neteyam's hand, his face softened, and a warm smile tugged at his lips. "Is that for her?" he asked, pointing to the beautifully woven piece.

Neteyam nodded nervously, his heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and uncertainty as he held out the carefully crafted gift.

"Yes. I made it," he replied, his voice carrying the timbre of pride mingled with a touch of vulnerability. "What do you think?"

Jake's weathered hands accepted the necklace from his son's outstretched hand, cradling it delicately in his palm. His fingers traced the intricate patterns, each movement a touch of appreciation for the meticulous work that had gone into it.

As the beads slid under his skin, memories of his own courting days resurfaced, painting his thoughts with the vibrant hues of nostalgia. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing for the time when he had first encountered Neytiri, their connection as profound and tender as the bond that was now flourishing between Neteyam and his own future mate.

"This is beautiful work," Jake remarked, genuinely impressed by the piece. "She'll love it."

The tension in Neteyam's shoulders eased at his father's genuine praise, a tide of relief sweeping through him.

"I'm glad you think so," he admitted. "I really want this to be special for her."

Jake's expression softened.

"Go on then," he encouraged. He leaned over to hand the necklace back to Neteyam. "She must be waiting for you, boy."

With a grateful smile, Neteyam pocketed the necklace and stood up.

He stepped out onto the balcony, the cool early morning air brushing against his skin. There, he found Lo'ak waiting for him, leaning against the side of the hut.

"What did Dad say?" Lo'ak asked, trying to act nonchalant, but his eyes betrayed his genuine interest. It was clear he was evesdropping but Neteyam decided against bringing it up.

"He thinks she'll love it," Neteyam answered, a hint of relief and satisfaction coloring his words.

Lo'ak rolled his eyes playfully, though a glint of affection was unmistakable in his expression. "Well, then you better not keep her waiting."

Neteyam chuckled, grateful for his support. "I won't. Thanks, baby brother."

With that, Neteyam began his journey to your hut, his heart alternating between racing with anticipation and fluttering with nerves.

The familiar sounds of the mountain village greeted him as he stepped outside—the rustling leaves carried by the breeze, hushed conversations from nearby huts, and the distant chirps of the valley's creatures. It was a soothing symphony that accompanied his walk.

Following a rocky path, he caught sight of the warmth spilling from the oil lamps within your hut. The soft light painted inviting shadows on the walls, offering a sense of comfort.

Taking a moment to collect himself, Neteyam breathed deeply, letting the crisp air anchor him before he entered the hut.

And there you were, seated beside a small stove fire. The joy that lit up your eyes upon seeing him immediately melted away some of his apprehension.

You sat gracefully on a cushion woven from palm threads, encircled by bowls of luminescent paint, each brimming with vibrant hues.

"Ma'Teteyam," you greeted with a soft smile, setting aside the bowl of paint in your hands. "I had hoped you would come soon."

He approached you with a hum, feeling a delightful warmth spread through his chest at the sight of you.

"I wouldn't keep you waiting," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite the emotions swirling within him.

As you gestured for him to come closer, Neteyam sat down in front of you, feeling the space between you diminish as you scooted over. You dipped your fingers into one of the polished wooden bowls, and with a tender grace, you began painting delicate patterns on his skin.

Neteyam watched your every move, his breath hitching as your fingertips traced over his flexed muscles. It felt as though he was not just preparing for a ceremony but for a new chapter in his life.

The Na'vi closed his eyes briefly, allowing himself to savor the warmth of your touch as you worked on him. The feeling of your fingers on his skin was both intimate and comforting, a silent reassurance that you were by his side, supporting him every step of the way.

His thoughts were momentarily interrupted by your soft voice, breaking the silence that enveloped the hut.

"You have put so much effort to prepare for this day," you said, your eyes locked on his face, "it is an honor to be a part of it."

He opened his eyes, meeting your gaze with sincerity. "I couldn't imagine sharing this moment with anyone else but you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

The painting continued, each stroke of your fingers bringing you closer together, both physically and emotionally. Neteyam found himself mesmerized by your focus, the way you seemed to pour your heart and soul into every delicate detail.

Finally, you finished, and Neteyam admired the beautiful patterns adorning his skin. Your eyes locked again, and the moment hung in the air, heavy with emotion and anticipation. The crackling of the fire and the dancing shadows around you seemed to amplify the intimacy of this shared experience.

As the warmth of the stove fire illuminated your faces, Neteyam leaned in slowly. The world around you seemed to fade away as your lips met in a tender and passionate kiss.

As you parted, Neteyam whispered, "Nga yawne lu oer."

A wide smile spread across your face, and you replied, "Nga yawne lu oer.

Humming, Neteyam's arms wrapped around you, holding you close. With you in his embrace, he felt complete, and the weight of his future responsibilities seemed to lift, replaced by a deep sense of purpose and belonging.

The soft crackling of the fire filled the hut with a warm and comforting ambiance, lulling both of you into a comfortable silence. As the flames danced, casting flickering shadows on the woven walls, Neteyam's eyes never left yours, captivated by the tenderness not normally seen in them.

Your fingers traced gentle patterns on his painted cheek, and the affection in your smile made his heart jump with joy.

"I have something for you," you whispered, beginning to draw away from him.

Neteyam reluctantly released his embrace, but his hand lingered on your waist. You chuckled playfully, gently slapping his forearms, urging him to let go.

"I will not be far," you assured him, your eyes locking onto his with affection.

Reluctantly, Neteyam let you go, allowing you the space to retrieve your surprise. You moved towards the cabinets, and he watched with curiosity, wondering what you had in store for him. When you emerged with a fur coat and an axe in hand, his eyebrows raised in intrigue.

"These will help you with your ascent later," you explained.

With a swift movement, you draped the soft fur coat over Neteyam's shoulders, and he immediately felt the warmth of the fabric enveloping him.

The axe you handed him was a well-crafted tool, sturdy and reliable. Its wooden handle fit perfectly in his grip, and the weight was balanced. The crystal blade on it was a striking sight, capturing the firelight and reflecting it back in dazzling purple hues.

"Thank you," he smiled gratefully, his heart brimming with appreciation for your thoughtful gifts. He couldn't help but lean in to press another tender kiss on your forehead.

Nodding at him, you both stood up, your hands guiding him out of the hut. The soft light of the rising sun bathed the mountain village in a gentle glow as you walked together.

"Come," you smile. "The people are waiting."

When a person prepares to become one with your people, experiencing their rebirth, the clan initiates a ceremony. The warriors, adorned with vibrant paint, assemble before the Tsahìk as she prepares them for the ascent.

This final trial, the crucible determining their standing among the Iuva'ri, was a journey. A journey deep into the enigmatic Clouded Peak, a desolate expanse shrouded in snow with perils lurking in every corner.

Victory in this ascent signifies your second birth. Following this achievement, the clan engages in a celebration featuring dance, feasting, and storytelling—a tapestry that weaves bonds. These bonds intertwine them with the people.

This unity is then dedicated to Eywa. It is in that sacred space where a lifelong position among the people is earned, an indelible bond forged forever.

"Tìng mikyun ayoe rutxe nawma ma sa'nok."

As Tsahìk, you stand tall, hosting the sacred coming of age ceremony — The Ascent.

Before you, a line of tall, rugged young men and women stand. Each one carries their own axes and spears, protection for the challenges that lie ahead. Heavy coats rest upon their shoulders, ready to protect them from the biting winds of the ascent.

The presence of Eywa, the Great Mother, is strong and felt in every aspect of the ceremony, infusing the spirits of the young warriors with her guidance. Above, the sky hangs dark and heavy, the wind's mournful song echoing through the trees, creating an aura of solemnity. Illuminating the scene are tall torches lodged in the dirt, casting their flickering glow upon the sacred space.

Just behind you stand the families of the participants, emotions ranging from pride to worry visible as they bear witness to this pivotal moment.

With a solemn grace, you bestow your blessings upon each warrior, marking their foreheads with your painted hand, chanting sacred words as you invoke the great mother's protection and guidance.

"May the Great Mother be with you," you utter. A female warrior before you nods in acknowledgment, her face adorned with a respectful smile.

Moving through the line, you came to Tserat, his face shadowed by conflicting emotions. Unfazed by his glower, you placed your hand upon his chest, offering the same sacred blessing as you did for the others.

"May the Great Mother be with you," you repeated, watching carefully as the red paint stained on his chest. Tserat's head tilted slightly in a small nod, acknowledging the gesture, but his guarded expression remained.

Then, it was Neteyam's turn. As you approached him, your previously stern expression transformed into a genuine, warm smile. The fur coat you had lovingly bestowed upon him was draped over his broad shoulders making his figure appear larger and more imposing. The axe, with its striking purple blade, hung at his side.

As you bestowed your blessing upon him, his hand gently brushed against yours in a fleeting touch, a wordless reassurance passing between you.

"May the Great Mother be with you," you repeated once more. The smile you offered held layers of affection and respect. Neteyam nodded as he felt the warmth of your touch seeping into his very being, strengthening him for the path ahead.

"And to you," he replied, his voice soft.

With the blessings bestowed upon all the warriors, you stepped back and your mother took over. As they followed after her command, the warriors set forth into the mountain, spirits aflame with determination.

Neteyam turned back to you, his eyes locking onto yours once more. Then, with a final nod, he turned away to join the others, his figure blending into the shadows cast by the towering trees. As the last traces of the young warriors disappeared from view, you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle upon your shoulders.

The village around you was filled with hushed voices and a sense of anticipation, knowing that the destiny of the clan was now in the hands of the brave souls who set forth into the unknown.

"Hold strong, brothers and sisters!"

The peaks of the snowy mountains were a world unto themselves. As the young warriors ascended, they found themselves in a landscape that commanded and tested their physical and mental resilience.

The air, thin and brittle, clawed at their lungs with every inhale, as if the very atmosphere was challenging their presence. The winds, like invisible daggers, sliced through their heavy coats, piercing to the core with their frosty bite. The gusts carried echoes of warnings whispered by the mountains themselves.

The snowy terrain, draped in a pristine white cloak, was a deceptive tapestry of danger. Icy patches lay in ambush, waiting to send even the most seasoned warriors sliding down the steep slopes. The snow, once a soft and powdery expanse, became a battleground as it clung to their legs like quicksand, each step an arduous struggle against the weight of the drifts.

Throughout the ascent, towering rock formations rose like sentinels, casting eerie silhouettes against the darkening sky. Above them, dark and ominous clouds loomed, casting a shadow over the landscape. Visibility was limited, with the peaks shrouded in a thick veil of mist and fog, making it challenging to navigate and discern the safest path.

The ascent was grueling, and Neteyam found himself exerting every ounce of strength to overcome the challenges of the harsh terrain. He trudged forward, his breath visible in the frigid air, while the weight of his heavy coat provided some respite from the biting cold.

Despite the difficulties, Neteyam proved himself to be a skilled and determined climber. He navigated the icy slopes with skill, making steady progress as he ascended higher and higher.

However, even the most skilled climbers could falter in the face of such challenging terrain. It happened in the blink of an eye — a misstep, a patch of ice, and Neteyam's balance was compromised. His foothold gave way, and he found himself sliding down the slope, the cold snow and sharp ice clawing at his skin.

In the midst of his unexpected descent, a frustrated curse escaped his lips. "Fuck."

Tserat, never one to miss an opportunity to taunt him, couldn't help but let out a chuckle at Neteyam's misfortune.

"Forest boy!" Tserat's grin was wide, his amusement evident. "Careful or else you meet Eywa first before you reach the top!"

His comment was met with the amused laughter of some of the other warriors. Shaking his head with a smirk, Tserat turned to the rest of the group, speaking in the Iuvarian dialect, "Did you see that skxawng? He has two left feet."

Neteyam's pride stung, but he quickly composed himself. He shrugged off the snow clinging to his coat, his grip firm on his axe. With a grunt, he steadied himself, using the axe as an anchor to regain his foothold on the treacherous slope.

Finally, Neteyam found his balance and stood straight again. His shadowed eyes met Tserat's with an intensity as if he was silently daring Tserat to push him any further.

Tserat snorted dismissively at the unspoken challenge, opting to avoid further provocation. He turned his attention ahead, recommencing his climb in a brooding silence.

Then, in an abrupt upheaval of the tranquil surroundings, the ear-splitting roar of a formidable beast tore through the air. It emerged from the shadows, its massive form nearly matching the trees that lined the mountain slope, and its powerful muscles rippled beneath its thick, coarse fur.

"It's a Nix'feli!" one of the warriors roared out.

The beast's eyes were a piercing shade of amber, burning with an intense primal fury. Its fur, as white as the snow around it, was mottled with dark patterns, reminiscent of ancient tribal markings. Razor-sharp claws, capable of rending through flesh and bone, extended menacingly from its massive paws. A long, sinuous tail swished through the air, leaving deep impressions in the snow with each movement.

The warriors roared out battle cries as they tightened their grips on their weapons, readying themselves. Each one sought a strategic position, spreading out to encircle the formidable creature. However, unlike the other warriors whose moonlit skin offered them some natural camouflage against the snowy backdrop, Neteyam's dark indigo skin stood out vividly, drawing the beast's attention to him.

With a fearsome roar, the feline launched itself at Neteyam, claws extended, aiming directly at him. The world around him blurred as his instincts took over, and with a graceful leap, he evaded the deadly strike. The beast's claws scraped the air where he had stood just moments before, and the force of its attack sent snow flying in all directions.

"Wiya!" Snarling, Tserat managed to loop a thick rope around the feline's neck, anchoring himself in the snow as he strained to halt the beast's ferocious advance.

Several feet away, Neteyam landed with a heavy thud, scraping against the rocks, but swiftly regained his footing. The axe you had gifted him remained firmly in his hand, but he knew he needed a weapon better suited for this confrontation. With a quick decision, he released his grip on the axe and reached for his bow slung over his shoulders. He felt its reassuring weight in his hand as he notched an arrow and focused his gaze on the beast.

With measured intent, he released the arrow, it's trajectory a deadly precision. The arrow found its mark, embedding itself in the beast's eye, igniting a resonant roar of torment that resounded throughout the mountains.

"Another!" Tserat's grip on the rope grew ironclad, utilizing every ounce of his strength to restrain the writhing feline.

"Hold him steady!" Neteyam hissed, preparing for a second shot.

With another swift release, he unleashed another arrow into the frigid air. The arrow struck deep into the beast's flesh, piercing the creature's lungs.

With a final roar, the Nix'feli succumbed to the wounds it had sustained, collapsing onto the pristine snow. Its once-white coat was now marred by streaks of crimson, a contrast that painted the snowy canvas in vivid shades of red.

The young warriors erupted into cheers, hailing Neteyam's clean kill. They hyped him up with enthusiastic shouts and claps on his back, celebrating the triumph over the formidable feline.

Amidst the cheering, Neteyam's gaze locked with Tserat's once more. The Na'vi was rubbing his rope burned palms, blue skin bruising into a deep purple. Tserat stayed silent for a while, his pride momentarily giving way to a begrudging acknowledgment of Neteyam's abilities.

"Finish him off," Tserat ordered, throwing his rope back into his satchel.

Neteyam nodded in understanding, his heart still pounding with the adrenaline of the encounter. He trudged towards the beast, his blade gripped firmly in his hand. He then knelt beside the fallen creature, whispering words of prayer and gratitude for the life that had been taken.

With a final act of mercy, Neteyam raised his blade and delivered a swift, precise strike to the beast's heart. As the blade pierced through, ending the creature's suffering, a sense of peace seemed to settle upon the snowy mountainside. The once-ferocious feline let out one last exhale, and its fierce amber eyes softened in the moment of passing.

Suddenly, a hand reached out, and Neteyam looked up to see Tserat standing beside him.

"Get up," Tserat murmured gruffly, his voice carrying a strange blend of annoyance and something deeper beneath the surface. "We still have to complete the ascent."

Neteyam nodded and quickly rose to his feet, not at all surprised by the mix of emotions that Tserat's demeanor reflected. He stooped to retrieve his discarded axe, giving it a quick shake to dislodge the clinging snow.

As Neteyam continued his ascent, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The triumph over the beast had been a demonstration of his skills, but it had also brought into focus the responsibilities he was about to embrace. The mantle of leadership was within his grasp, and he couldn't afford to falter.

Hours seemed to pass as they climbed higher, each step bringing them closer to their destination. The world around them became a blend of white and gray, the sky merging with the snowy landscape as they ascended into the clouds.

Finally, as the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden hue across the icy expanse, they reached the peak. A sense of awe and accomplishment washed over them as they gazed out at the breathtaking beauty before them.

Tserat's demeanor softened, his gaze capturing the ethereal view. With a slight nod, he turned to Neteyam, and in his eyes, a begrudging respect simmered.

"You did well, golden boy," Tserat admitted, his voice carrying a surprising sincerity as he crossed his arms.

Neteyam's smile radiated a sense of fulfillment. "You held your own too," he replied, a shared understanding bridging the gap between them, if only for a fleeting moment.

Once the weary but triumphant warriors returned to the village, families surged forward to welcome back their sons and daughters, now transformed into full-fledged adults of the clan. Amidst this sea of emotions, Neteyam found himself engulfed in the warm embrace of his family. Their pride and love encircled him, forming a cocoon of unwavering support.

However, he couldn't resist the pull to find you, the one who had been his pillar of support throughout his journey.

Amidst the collective embrace of the village, your figure stood tall. Your eyes, adorned with a glint of pride and affection, were fixed upon him.

A triumphant grin stretched on his lips as he closed the gap between you, his bright golden eyes locking onto yours.

"Sweet girl," his words brushed against your skin in a tender whisper as gentle kiss was planted on your forehead. The touch of his lips sent warmth spreading through your cheeks, and you reciprocated the gesture by pressing a peck to his cheek, the coolness of his skin still clinging from the snowy heights they had scaled.

"You did it, my mighty warrior," your voice held a note of sincere admiration, your hand reaching up to graze the rugged terrain of his jawline. He leaned into your touch, savoring the intimate connection between you amidst the surrounding crowd.

As the celebratory atmosphere gradually settled, your mother, called for all to gather. Neteyam was led to the forefront, his broad shoulders clasped by the palms of her wrinkled hands as she presented him to the entire clan.

"Neteyam Te Sulli Tsyey’ite, son of Toruk Makto, has completed the ascent! He has proven himself in our ways and is now fit to hold the position of Olo'eyktan!"

The announcement was met with thunderous applause and pride from the entire clan. But as Ìumayi's eyes swept over the crowd, they locked onto a particular pair. She caught sight of Tserat, who stood tall and proud among the assembled warriors.

Their gazes lingered for a moment before Ìumayi looked away, making it clear that the challenge for the throne had been expected. She gracefully slipped the fur coat off of Neteyam's shoulders and held it up for all to see.

"I now offer a chance at the throne! If anyone wishes to challenge him, step up!"

For a moment, the air seemed tense, silence falling over the crowd. Then, without a word, the people parted, and a figure stepped forward. It was no surprise to see Tserat stepping into the circle, signature scowl etched into his face.

Ìumayi nodded solemnly, acknowledging the challenge, and Tserat removed his coat, brandishing his blade with confidence. Neteyam, too, unsheathed his weapon.

"Tserat Te Ser'oa Aketo'itan has challenged Neteyam Te Sulli Tsyey’ite for the throne!" Ìumayi announced, her voice carrying authority as she gestured for the crowd to form a bigger circle around the two warriors.

Both Neteyam and Tserat locked eyes, their gazes dark and intense as they approached each other. Neteyam's expression was a portrait of unwavering composure, his eyes never straying from the piercing milky depths of Tserat's gaze. There was a quiet confidence about him.

On the other side, Tserat's lips curved into a grim frown.

His emotions were a storm—respect, undoubtedly, for the great warrior that Neteyam was. But beneath that, an undercurrent of uncertainty swirled like a glint of moonlight caught on the surface of a turbulent sea.

The recent display of Neteyam's strength had commanded his respect, but leadership was a different realm, a realm where hunting prowess, while significant, was just one facet of the mosaic of qualities required. Whether the forest dweller's completion of Ikinimaya made him fit enough to lead their people, was a question that churned in Tserat's mind like a tempest.

The challenge had been thrown, the time for words had faded—only actions remained to define their outcome.

Ìumayi raised her hand, and with a firm voice, she declared, "Begin!"

With a fierce battle cry, Tserat charged at Neteyam, his movements fluid and controlled. He swung his blade in a deadly arc, aiming for Neteyam's midsection. But the Omatikayan was agile and skilled, effortlessly sidestepping the attack.

As Tserat's blade sailed past, Neteyam countered with a swift jab of his own, aimed at Tserat's exposed side.

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the gathering as Tserat managed to block Neteyam's blow just in time. The crowd gasped, watching the intensity of the duel unfold before their eyes.

The clash of their weapons resonated like a symphony of steel meeting steel, each strike executed with unwavering precision and met with a fierce parry.

In the midst of this battle, Tserat's calculated maneuvers began to yield results. With a swift and precise strike, his blade found its mark on Neteyam's side, the sharp point penetrating deep into azure skin.

A searing pain tore through Neteyam's body, eliciting a wince that he fought to suppress. Rivulets of blood flowed down his side, staining the grass beneath him. Tserat's triumphant laughter filled the air as he twisted the knife, eliciting a hiss of pain through Neteyam's gritted teeth.

A knee to Neteyam's abdomen sent him stumbling, his foot catching on an uneven rock. The world seemed to warp and waver as he slid to the ground, the impact jarring his senses and amplifying the pain radiating from his wounded side. Dazed and disoriented for a heartbeat, Neteyam fought to regain his footing, his chest heaving with the effort.

"Get up!" Tserat hissed.

Jaw clenched tight, Neteyam summoned every last ounce of strength, his fingers curling around Tserat's blade. A grimace of pain etched onto his features as he yanked the weapon free from his own flesh.

"Come at me," Neteyam snarled, swiftly getting back to his feet. The blade spun in his free hand before he tossed it. It skittered across the ground and out of the circle, which now left Tserat disarmed.

Unfazed, Tserat moved to tackle him once more, bringing them crashing to the ground with a resounding thud that echoed through the expanse of the circle. The impact jarred both warriors, their bodies absorbing the shock as they grappled on the ground.

Amidst the struggle, Tserat seized the opportunity to deliver a series of powerful blows to Neteyam's face. Each strike landed with force, leaving Neteyam momentarily disoriented.

"Neteyam!" Your voice rang out, an anguished cry of worry cutting through the air as your tail lashed anxiously by your feet. You were poised to rush in, to throw yourself into the fray and intervene in his defense. But before you could act upon your instinct, your mother's firm grip on your arm halted your movements.

A mixture of shock and frustration crossed your features, your eyes widening in protest as you hissed at her.

"Mother—" you protested urgently, your voice edged with a mixture of fear and anger. "This is not a battle anymore! Tserat is turning it into an execution!"

"Let them be," she commanded, her tone unyielding as she met your gaze with a steady and unwavering stare. "This is our way. You cannot intervene."

A low, anguished whimper escaped your lips, a mixture of helplessness and frustration welling up inside you.

Tserat's triumphant sneer was a bitter sight to behold as he seized Neteyam's kuru, lifting him effortlessly from the ground. A kick sent Neteyam's own blade skittering away, leaving him defenseless and exposed to the mercy of his opponent.

The scene was agonizing, a twisting knot of emotions in the pit of your stomach.

"Where is your Olo'eyktan now?" Tserat's jeer echoed in the air, the words heavy with contempt. "This is no chief! Just a misplaced boy! Not fit to lead!"

Yet, Neteyam refused to give up so quickly. He kicked at Tserat's shins, causing the man to fall with a shout of surprise. With Tserat momentarily off balance, Neteyam seized the opportunity, his muscles coiling with determination. He locked Tserat in a chokehold, the strain evident in the tight set of his jaw and the flex of his arms as he pressed his forearm against Tserat's windpipe, causing the man to wheeze and struggle.

The battle raged on, their grunts and cries mixing with the roars of the crowd. The cheers and shouts seemed distant as Neteyam focused solely on the man on top of him. He could already feel Tserat's resistance waning.

“Yield,” Neteyam hissed, the veins on his arms bulging as his muscles strained with the effort, grip unyielding. "You are a mighty warrior! The people need you! Your people need you!"

Tserat hesitated, his breaths shallow and labored. The weight of his choices bore down on him, and in that moment, he saw the truth in Neteyam's words.

Slowly, Tserat's resistance wavered, his strength slipping through his fingers like sand. With a feeble tap against Neteyam's arm, he signaled his surrender, submitting to the man.

The cheers of the crowd echoed around them, celebrating their new leader, their new Olo'eyktan. As celebration filled the air, Ìumayi stepped forward to separate the two warriors, signaling the end of the intense duel.

With a low whine, Neteyam managed to get back on his feet, his body still tense with the pain from the wound in his side. He grimaced, feeling the warmth of his own blood seeping through his fingers as he held onto the injured area.

Drawing in heavy breaths, he directed his gaze downward, locking eyes with Tserat for a fleeting moment. Amidst the lingering animosity that had once defined their relationship, a flicker of understanding seemed to pass between them. It was a silent, unspoken acknowledgment of the strength they had both exhibited in this grueling battle.

"You fought well," Neteyam murmured. He extended his hand, a gesture of goodwill meant to bridge the divide between them.

"I know," Tserat scoffed, his pride not entirely diminished by the outcome. His hand slapped Neteyam's aside dismissively, his emotions still raw from the defeat. With a final glance back, he turned away, retreating into the crowd, his head bowed low in an attempt to save face.

Before Neteyam could take a step toward Tserat, a strong yet gentle grip on his side halted him. You were at his side in an instant, your gaze filled with concern as you carefully assessed his injuries. Your hands probed cautiously at the wound on his side, your touch gentle yet deliberate.

The sight before you made your heart clench — a deep gash on his side, his face marred by bruises and smeared with blood. His rugged appearance was in stark contrast to the tender expression in his eyes as he looked down at you.

All of a sudden, the adrenaline that had fueled the battle was now beginning to wane, replaced by the harsh reality of pain. Neteyam's groan cut through the air, his body doubling over in response to the searing ache that pulsed from his injuries.

"Oh, yawne," you murmured softly, your voice laced with concern and care. You moved closer, wrapping an arm around his waist to support him. Your touch was soothing, a balm for the pain he endured. "Come, let us go to our hut."

"Syulang," Neteyam murmured, his brow furrowing as he glanced at you with a touch of worry. His tongue darted out to swipe at the blood on his cut lip, his focus shifting between you and the path ahead. His voice held a note of uncertainty. "But what about the crowning ceremony? Your mother emphasized its importance. A lot."

Your mother and Neteyam's parents approached at that moment. Ìumayi acknowledged his comment with a nod, affirming the tradition.

"Yes. The crowning ceremony must proceed immediately after the ascent," she acknowledged, her gaze dropping to the visible injuries on Neteyam's form. "He will bear his wounds for the time being."

"My son cannot—" Neytiri began, intending to express her concern for his injured form, but you quickly interjected, not willing to let the ceremony take precedence over his well-being.

"I will not let him go through with the ceremony while he is bleeding out," you hissed, your determination clear in your voice and stance. Ears pinned back in frustration, you held your ground. "The traditions will have to be set aside. My mate comes first."

Neytiri regarded you with a surprised look, her gaze lingering on you in newfound admiration. She soon broke into a warm smile, her approval evident. In contrast, your mother seemed on the brink of an argument.

"It is his duty. The people are waiting," she hissed, gesturing to the crowd behind her.

You looked back, noticing that the people had already begun to disperse, making their way to the ceremony site in anticipation of witnessing the ascension of their new Olo'eyktan. And yet, your focus remained unswerving, your thoughts centered solely on Neteyam's well-being.

The idea of him undergoing the ascension ceremony while in his current state was unthinkable to you, and you were resolute in your determination to prioritize him above all else.

"This is a matter for the Tsahìk," you asserted, tail whipping by your feet in anger. "I will not have you ask me of this!"

With a final huff, you turned, guiding Neteyam gently back towards your healing hut.

The elderly woman let out an exasperated hiss, her fingers gripping at her own hair in a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "Great Mother, that girl wants to drive me to an early grave."

Frustration evident in her demeanor, your mother marched away. In the midst of this back-and-forth, both Jake and Neytiri observed closely, trusting your instincts and expertise as you led their son toward your hut.

"Eywa has chosen well for Neteyam," Neytiri spoke up, breaking the silence and drawing the attention of her family. With a playful grin, she gestured towards you. "I like her. She is a feisty one."

As you entered the seclusion of your hut, a sense of tranquility settled over you both. You gently helped Neteyam settle onto a soft fur-covered mat, supporting his back against a pile of cushions. His golden eyes locked onto yours, filled with gratitude and affection for your unwavering care.

"It's better you rest, yawne," you said, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. "The ceremony can wait. Your well-being is my priority right now."

Neteyam nodded, his hand reaching out to grasp yours, intertwining your fingers. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the battle and the strain of the day's events. "I don't know what I would do without you."

You simply smile and begin to tend to his wound, applying cooling salves and bandages, your gentle touch easing his pain.

The soothing motions of your touch have a profound effect on Neteyam. As the pain begins to lighten, he feels himself drifting into a drowsy state, his body and mind succumbing to much-needed rest. The tension and adrenaline from the battle slowly melt away, replaced by a sense of peace in your presence.

His eyes flutter closed as he leans into your care, finding solace in the knowledge that you are there, looking after him. With each soft touch, he feels the weight of the day's events dissipate, and the warm embrace of your love envelops him like a protective cocoon.

The sounds of the outside world fade away, leaving only the quiet hush of the healing hut. The scent of medicinal herbs and the familiar earthy aroma of the forest soothe his senses and he falls into a deep sleep.

Time seemed to pass in a dream-like haze, and as Neteyam finally awoke, he felt renewed and invigorated. The pain from his wound had significantly subsided, thanks to your skilled touch.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and violet, the moment for the crowning ceremony had arrived. The air was filled with anticipation and excitement as the Na'vi people gathered at the heart of their sacred spirit tree, where the presence of Eywa was strongest. The rhythmic beat of the drums echoed in harmony with the chants of the crowd.

Neteyam, now adorned in ceremonial attire, walked down the path toward the center of the gathering, the cheers of the people and the resonating drums echoing the rhythm of his heart.

He wore a tunic crafted from soft, supple leather, dyed in earthy tones that blended harmoniously with the surrounding forest. Draped across his chest and shoulders was a fur garment, a poignant reminder of his triumph over the fearsome Nix'feli he had vanquished during his rite of passage. Along its edges, two imposing fangs from the vanquished creature were displayed

As he reached the center of the gathering, where you and Ìumayi awaited, Neteyam knelt before you both, a gesture of respect and reverence for his beloved and his mother. Your eyes gleamed with love and admiration as you gently clasped a necklace over his collarbone, a cherished heirloom that had been passed down through generations of leaders.

Ìumayi, her previous ire now gone, regarded him with a warm and proud smile. Stepping forward gracefully, she lifted her headpiece from her forehead and carefully positioned it upon his head. It was a poignant symbol of the legacy she was entrusting to him, signifying the passing down of her mantle as Olo'eyktan.

"My son," she spoke with a voice of wisdom and love, "You are one of us now. You are to lead the people now."

Neteyam met her gaze, his expression one of deep gratitude and determination. He bowed his head in acknowledgment, accepting the mantle of leadership with humility and determination. As Ìumayi turned back to the crowd, her voice carried through the beats of the drums and the chants of the Na'vi, resonating with authority and pride.

"Come! Let us celebrate!" she declared, her smile infectious, and the gathered Na'vi erupted into joyous cheers, their voices united in celebration of their new chief and the hope for a bright and harmonious future under his leadership.

The celebration was in full swing, with the Na'vi people dancing around the campfire, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony with the rhythmic beats of the music that filled the air. Laughter and joy echoed through the night, as stories of bravery and triumph were shared among the warriors. Neteyam, still adorned in his ceremonial attire, found himself at the center of attention.

"The Nix'feli was like nothing I've seen before," Neteyam recounts as he gestures to the bow slung over his shoulder. "But in the end, it was struck down. AlI from two arrows."

The warriors gathered around him, whistling and poking at the bow in admiration, grinning proudly at their new chief. But amidst the festivities, murmurs spread through the group as Tserat approached, carrying a drink in hand. His gaze was dark, and the tension between him and Neteyam was palpable.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Tserat challenged Neteyam to drink. The crowd looked on eagerly, curious to see how their new chief would respond. Neteyam accepted the challenge and took a hearty swig from the cup, eliciting cheers from the gathered warriors.

Tserat, never one to back down from a challenge, also took a swig from the woven cup, the firelight casting a flickering glow on his face as he did so.

As the night wore on, their conversation took an unexpected turn, veering into a somewhat playful banter between Tserat and Neteyam.

"You know," Tserat slurred, his speech slightly affected by the drinks, "I was almost certain your stubbornness would have gotten you killed during the first trial." He raised his cup to his lips for another gulp, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Neteyam, his senses already dulled by the effect of the potent brew, swayed slightly on the log he was perched upon, managing to maintain his balance only with considerable effort. His response came out in a slurred drawl, eliciting laughter from the men who had gathered around.

"I don't give up easily," he mumbled, a playful smile curving his lips.

In the midst of the good-natured conversation, Neteyam's alcohol-fogged mind seemed to pause, a serious thought managing to cut through the haze. "I have a question," he murmured, his ears twitching as he leaned in slightly.

Tserat leaned forward on the log they shared, the wood creaking softly beneath his weight. His pale eyes bore into Neteyam's expectant ones. "Ask away."

Neteyam took a deep breath, the fogginess in his mind clearing momentarily as he focused.

"In the rite, you ran a knife through my flesh," he spoke in a hushed tone, his words carrying a somber weight. "I, in turn, humiliated you in front of the clan. I took your place. And yet, looking at your eyes now… there's no hatred. Why? Why don't you hate me?"

Tserat's initial response was almost dismissive. He scoffed, tossing his woven cup to the ground, the liquid within spilling onto the dirt.

"Tsk! I did hate you," Tserat admitted, going into a tirade. "I hated you when you entered my village and demanded uturu. I hated you when you took away my position. I felt the sting of rejection, so I acted on those emotions of hatred and look where it led."

Tserat gestured towards the bandages on Neteyam's side, a low laugh rumbling in his chest.

"That is payback," he smirked.

Neteyam, however, wasn't satisfied with this answer. His brows furrowed in confusion as he shook his head. "No, I understand those feelings well. What I mean is—during the battle ritual. When I told you to yield, you did so, and at the end, there was a different look in your eyes."

Tserat's expression shifted, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Yes," he finally responded after a long pause, his fingers drumming on the log's surface.

"And after the battle?" Neteyam pressed, his curiosity unyielding.

Tserat's nostrils flared slightly, his expression caught between annoyance and contemplation.

Wiya... This man. "No. I did not hate you then. I had just thought I was content to have lost to an equal," he replied, a trace of begrudging respect in his tone.

"Content to lose to an equal?" Neteyam repeated, his voice tinged with amusement. "Why me? How did you know I was an equal?"

Tserat laughed heartily, throwing his head back. He then leaned forward to grab a wrap of meat, fangs biting down on it’s leaf covering. "I know you," he said between bites, his demeanor oddly introspective.

Neteyam, still perplexed, shook his head slightly. "There is much you don't know about me. We've barely exchanged words."

“Ah. Words do not reveal much,” Tserat scoffs, leaning back as he pointed two fingers at his milky eyes.

“It’s all in the eyes. They never lie. I saw it in your gaze… One similar to mine," he mused, his fingers reaching out to clasp around Neteyam's shoulder, his gaze unflinching. "I saw you, brother."

A genuine smile tugged at Neteyam's lips, and he reciprocated the gesture by patting Tserat's back. "And I see you.”

Tserat leaned back with a smirk, scarfing down his wrap of meat.

"It's a pity," the man continued, a wistful undertone in his voice. "I could have been a remarkable Olo'eyktan."

Amused by the sentiment, Neteyam chuckled softly, his gaze momentarily distant as he imagined the alternative path that they might have walked. The atmosphere lightened, and Tserat seized the opportunity to grab another drink, the fleeting melancholy replaced by the camaraderie of their exchange.

Noticing the absence of Tsahìk, Tserat's curiosity was stirred. He leaned closer to Neteyam, his shoulders nudging his companion with a teasing grin.

"Where is your mate?" he prodded, his tone playfully taunting. "Leaving her all alone on the day of your ceremony? If I were you, we would be deep in Vitraya Ramunong right now!" he chuckled, earning hollers and laughter from the men around them.

"Do not talk about her like that," Neteyam hissed, shoving at Tserat's shoulder, his protective instincts flaring up.

Undeterred by Neteyam's reaction, Tserat merely raised his brows.

"So, what's the story?" he inquired, his grin unrelenting. "Why aren’t you stuck to her side like a fwampop today?”

A sigh slipped past Neteyam's lips, his gaze momentarily distant as he considered the complexities of the situation. "My sisters have taken her away," he eventually revealed.

Tserat's intrigue was far from satisfied. His brows remained raised, his curiosity persistent. "Why?" he pressed, the question hanging in the air, fueled by genuine interest.

Neteyam's shoulders lifted in a nonchalant shrug, his expression taking on a somewhat guarded quality. He took a sip of his drink, its bittersweet taste momentarily distracting him.

"Omatikayan matters," he replied, the words an attempt to deflect further probing.

In front of the warmth of the Sully's hut, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as Kiri and Tuk prepared you for the upcoming meeting with Neteyam. Kiri's hands were deftly braiding your hair into a classic Omatikayan style, and you couldn't help but pick at one of the braids out of curiosity.

"Interesting," you murmured, examining the beads she threaded into the braid. "Is this how your people did it back home?"

"Yes," Kiri beamed, her hands deftly working on another braid. "It's a classic hairstyle worn by Tsahìk back home. You look stunning with this style."

Her smile turned mischievous as she leaned in to whisper in your ear, dishevelled inky hair falling over her shoulders. "Neteyam will love it."

A bashful smile crept onto your face, and you couldn't help but hide your reddening cheeks with your palm. Kiri's teasing only added to your excitement for the upcoming celebration.

Just then, Tuk barged in with a bunch of woven tops in her arms. You examined the clothes with curiosity, noting how different they were from your usual attire. The tops were loose-fitting and incorporated more elements of the forest, in perfect harmony with the forest people's culture.

Kiri gasped as she noticed one of the tops in Tuk's hands. "Tuk!" she hissed, holding up a dainty lilac top. "This isn't mine! It's mother's!"

Tuk simply sighed, not too concerned about the mix-up. The young girl yanked the top out of her sister's hands and held the it up to your chest, almost as if she were envisioning how it would look on you.

"But she looks so good in it!" Tuk whined, pouting her lips.

You chuckled and gently took the lilac top away from her grabby hands. "It is pretty, but I am not too sure your mother would appreciate if I wore her clothes without permission," you said as you began to fold the woven top back up.

"I would not mind," Neytiri's voice suddenly filled the tent, and you all went quiet, turning to greet the woman.

"Neytiri," you spoke, pressing your fingers to your forehead and stretching it out in a gesture of respect. "I see you."

Neytiri nodded in acknowledgment and gently ushered Kiri away, taking her position in front of you. Her hands delicately held the woven top as she assessed it's appearance. The shift in atmosphere was palpable, and you couldn't help but sense an undercurrent of unspoken thoughts between you two.

The garment in Neytiri's hands, a woven top made of delicate lilac tendrils, was glittered with the shimmer of intricately woven gems. The weaving was intricate, elegant, and er... it left little to the imagination.

Neytiri's eyes appraised the woven creation, her fingers brushing over the patterns as if tracing memories. Her thoughts were a mystery, her feelings hidden beneath a veil of composure. These months of silent interactions had cast shadows of uncertainty, and you couldn't help but wonder how she truly felt about you marrying her son.

"This will look beautiful on you," Neytiri smiled warmly, seemingly approving of your choice. "Come and put it on. I wore this on my mating ceremony too."

With Kiri’s help, Neytiri slipped the woven top onto you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of honor wearing something with such personal significance to her.

"Beautiful," Neytiri affirmed, her smile radiant as she looked at you, her gaze holding a newfound warmth.

You returned the smile, feeling grateful for her acceptance. "Thank you."

Neytiri merely hummed as her focus shifted to your hair. With each twist and weave, she transformed your locks into an intricate masterpiece, her fingers moving with a practiced rhythm.

As she braided, her attention was drawn to a nearby pile of vibrant flowers. With an sense of which blossoms would harmonize best with your appearance, she delicately plucked a few yellow ones from the pile, their vibrant petals woven into your tresses.

“There,” she whispered, brushing her fingers through your braids. The subtle sound of beads brushing against each other accompanied the delicate sweep of her fingers. “You are ready.”

"Come on! I thought you could climb faster than this!" you playfully teased Neteyam, your laughter carrying through the night air as you both ascended the side of the hill. The moon hung overhead like a silver lantern, casting a soft glow on your surroundings. It was a clear night, the stars scattered across the sky like precious jewels.

Your fingers brushed against the rough texture of the rock as you found footholds, your muscles working in sync as you effortlessly moved upward. Neteyam was close behind, his own movements fluid and sure.

The air was cool against your skin, carrying the scent of the earth and the distant sounds of the ongoing crowning celebration. One that both of you had slipped away from in favor of some solitude.

You reached the top first and hauled yourself up, feeling the rush of accomplishment. But before you could fully revel in your victory, Neteyam, with his impressive agility, soared over the peak and hauled himself over. Running after you, he tugged at your tail, using it to pull you into his strong arms.

"Neteyam!" you laughed, the surprise of his actions quickly turning into delight as he showered you with kisses along your neck and cheek. In that moment of affection, you couldn't resist turning your head to capture his lips in a short, sweet kiss.

Neteyam smiled against your lips, the love in his actions unmistakable. With a tender touch, he then tucked his hands under your knees and shoulders, effortlessly lifting you into his arms. The muscles of his arms flexed, the strength in his embrace a reassurance of his protection of you.

"Where to?" Neteyam's voice was a soft murmur, his eyes locked onto yours as he waited for your instruction. You pointed toward a rocky path ahead, leading the way with a silent gesture.

Following your direction, Neteyam carried you along the path. It led you to a cave at the peak, a hidden gem adorned with the soft glow of radiant plants and flowers. The bioluminescent flora painted the space with an otherworldly light, casting a gentle, colorful illumination that danced across your skin. The air was tinged with the sweet fragrance of the herbs.

As Neteyam carried you into the cave, the glow intensified. The walls seemed to breathe with life, the colors shifting and changing in a mesmerizing display. The space felt like a sanctuary, a haven of beauty and tranquility that mirrored the depth of your connection.

“What is this place?” he questioned, wide eyes looking around in awe.

You snuggled against him, feeling a sense of belonging in his embrace.

"It is Vitraya Ramunong," you whispered, your voice filled with reverence. "The Tree of Souls."

Oh.

Neteyam's dark gaze shifted to you, his tongue running along his bottom lip. The intentions of you taking him here were crystal clear. Faintly, you could feel his nails digging deep into your skin and you bit back a smile.

As Neteyam walked further into the cave, he gently set you down to your feet. You started to walk away, but his firm grip on your hips stopped you, pulling you back against his strong front.

"Don't run away from me now," he murmured, his breath caressing your neck, sending delightful shivers down your spine. He turned you around with a tender touch, and his hand traced up the curve of your jaw, guiding your gaze to meet his intense, loving eyes.

And then, your lips met in a soft, sweet kiss. You could feel the depth of his emotions in the way his lips moved against yours, as if each kiss conveyed a thousand unspoken words.

As Neteyam pulled away slightly, his thumb lingered over your bottom lip, leaving you yearning for more of his affectionate touch. His other hand glided over your chest and now wrapped around your throat, but not with any intention of harm. It was a gentle gesture, one that made you feel cherished and protected. His thumb caressed the skin of your neck, golden gaze pouring over the stripes that lay there, admiring every inch of you.

"I have something for you," he finally murmured. He released his hold on you and reached into his pocket, retrieving the necklace he had crafted for you.

"Oh…Ma'Neteyam," you gasped, taking in every detail of the stunning gift.

Earthy brown tones formed the base, woven with intricate patterns and beads that told a story of his cultural roots—the Omatikayan style so unmistakably his. Yet, there was more to this gift than just his own heritage. Interspersed within the intricate weave were glimmers of polished crystal, a delicate incorporation of your own roots, a seamless merging of your two worlds.

As he clasped the necklace around your neck, his touch was gentle, his fingers lingering for a moment as he secured the knots. Tears welled up in your eyes. You could feel the beads and twine, cool against your skin, its weight a comforting reminder of his presence and affection.

“I hope it’s enough,” he murmured, his voice tinged with vulnerability as his hand traced the contours of the necklace, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “I… I don’t really know—”

With a soft click of your tongue, you silenced his self-doubt, your fingertips tenderly pressing against his lips. A gentle affirmation without words.

“It is enough," you reassured him. The corners of your lips lifted slightly, a soft smile that radiated your appreciation for his gesture. "It is more than enough."

Neteyam's own smile was a reflection of the relief that washed over him. He cupped your cheeks in his large, calloused hands, his touch both tender and possessive.

The warmth of his palms against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, a delicious contrast of roughness and gentleness. Gently, he tilted your head up, exposing your neck to his hungry eyes. Neteyam drank in the sight of the necklace—his necklace sat prettily across your skin, tongue curling around the point of a fang.

You, in turn, stared back up at him, emotions layed bare. As you fluttered your eyes, your thick lashes batted against your plump, flushed cheeks. The curve of the beads in your hair caught the ambient light of the cave, each bead gleaming like a star in the night sky. His eyes traced the path of those beads, capturing the radiance they added to your appearance.

And as his gaze drifted down to the attire Neytiri had allowed you to wear, his eyes recognized the intricate details of Omatikayan weaving that adorned your form. The woven tendrils of the top cascaded gently around your chest, its lilac hues blending harmoniously with the natural tinge of your skin. The top itself was a work of art, its design thoughtfully crafted to highlight your figure in the most flattering way.

Eywa. You drove him mad.

Unable to hold himself any longer, Neteyam guided the both of you down until you were kneeling in front of each other, the soft glow of the flora casting dancing shadows on your entwined figures. He pulled you into his lap, the heat of his body pressing against you, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine.

As he pulled you in closer, the texture of his inky braids brushed along your bare collarbones, accompanied by the warm sensation of his large palms resting against your flushed skin. His tail curled over your thigh, its gentle glide against your soft flesh forming a loose, comforting embrace that brought a rush of intimacy between you.

You couldn't help but stiffen slightly as you suddenly felt the tail trail up your thigh and wrap itself around your hips, flicking against the band of your loincloth. With shaky inhale, you returned your gaze to Neteyam's.

"Tsaheylu," he whispered, the word a delicate breath that carried a promise meant only for you, a secret shared in the quiet of that sacred space. His eyes held a mixture of hope and vulnerability as he waited for your response.

Speechless, you froze up in surprise, lips drawing flat, Neteyam's expression briefly twisted with a pang of dread, as if he feared you would reject him.

“Please, baby,” he begged, his voice a soft plea that held a world of longing.

With a deliberate slowness, his arm extended behind him, retrieving his kuru from where it rested. His fingers curled around the base, and the muscles in his bicep tensed with the weight of anticipation.

The purple tendrils of the kuru glowed with a soft luminescence, their ethereal light casting enchanting reflections against the cave's walls.

Your own fingers moved in response, mimicking his gesture, finding the familiar texture of your kuru. With a gentle pull, you brought the braid over your shoulder, its presence a reassuring weight against your hand.

The tendrils of both seemed to come alive, a dance of ephemeral energy unfolding before your eyes. They swayed like the intertwined branches of the sacred tree. Then, as if drawn together by a force, the tendrils began to weave, intertwining in a mesmerizing display of unity.

As the tendrils merged and embraced, an extraordinary rush of emotion surged through you both. It was as if a floodgate had opened, allowing a tide of feelings to wash over your senses. Electric energy pulsed through your bodies, as if the very essence of your beings was reaching out to connect, to become entwined.

"Fuck," Neteyam grit his teeth, burying his head into your chest. Shaking, your hands flew up to his bare back, palms pressed against the hard muscle and nails scratching at the surface of his skin.

In this shared moment, your heartbeats resonated as one, a rhythm of unity that pulsed through your chests. Breaths synchronized, you felt a deep bond. The barrage of emotions you both felt was overwhelming yet exhilarating, like a river of sensations flowing between you.

“Syulang…” With a shaky gasp, Neteyam leaned up and met your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, his lips pressing against yours as if he had been waiting to taste you his entire life. He explored your mouth with his tongue, memorizing every curve and crevice, before gently sucking on your lower lip. You couldn't help but gasp in response, caught by the intensity of the moment.

Everything between you was heightened—the passion, the desire, the longing. Every touch, every glance, every shared heartbeat carried a weight that spoke of the depth of your feelings. The cave around you seemed to pulse with your shared energy as if you felt Eywa herself acknowledge the bond you had formed.

As you parted from the kiss, your eyes locked once more with Neteyam's, and you could see the raw desire and emotion swirling in his gaze. He appeared almost feral, his pupils wide with overwhelming passion, not missing a single twitch or movement in the intimate exchange between you both.

Unable to resist the pull, he pressed against you, causing you to fall back onto the cave floor, beads clicking as your hair spilled all around you. Crawling on top of you, Neteyam’s lips immediately chased yours once more in a primal hunger.

Lost in each other's touch, the world around you faded away, leaving only the echoing sounds of your breaths and the beating of your hearts, united as one in the sacred bond of Tsaheylu.

Amidst the lively celebration of Neteyam’s crowning ceremony, the music and laughter continued to weave a vibrant tapestry of joy. Jake and Neytiri found themselves seated together, basking in the warm ambiance of the party. The flickering flames from the central bonfire added to the enchantment of the night, casting a soft glow on their faces.

‘We are mated before Eywa, Ma’Neteyam’ your voice echoes in his mind. ‘I am with you forever now.’

Nearly a year had passed since they made the difficult decision to leave their clan. The abandonment of their home had left a wound which still carried a weight that was far from forgotten. The wound left behind by that loss was raw and gaping, still in the process of healing. However, here at Iuva’ri, they had been granted a fresh start. It was a place where they could breathe, live, and forge new connections without the constant shadow of war looming over them.

In the midst of the joy, a sudden hush fell over the crowd as Tuk rushed into the gathering, her tears glistening on her cheeks. Both Jake and Neytiri were quick to notice her distress, and they exchanged concerned glances before rushing to her side.

"Tuk?" Jake's voice held genuine worry as he gently wiped away her tears. "What's wrong, babygirl?"

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Between gasps, Tuk managed to speak through her tears, "It's Kiri!"

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IV — i remember her hands, and the way the mountains looked.

Synopsis: In which the Sullys approach the mountain clan for sanctuary. The Olo'eykte agrees but proposes one condition: Toruk Makto's eldest son must be promised to her daughter. Surprisingly, instead of the solemn response one would expect, Neteyam agrees almost instantaneously.

Tags: Female! Mountain Na'vi! Reader, Arranged Marriage, Strangers to Lovers, Neteyam is whipped, Making out, Mentions of blood, Arguments, Physical Fights, Protective Neteyam, Slight Jealous Neteyam

Word Count: 5k | AO3 LINK

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"Control your breath, like a soothing river finding its rhythm."

Today's lesson was a departure from the usual climbing sessions you've had the last months. Neteyam had proven himself more than capable of scaling the heights with ease, showcasing his prowess as a skilled and agile climber. It was time to advance his training further and introduce him to a new and essential skill: the art of breath control.

As Omatikaya, he lacked the enhanced lung capacity that your own physiology provided. Over generations, your people had adapted to the challenging conditions of Pandora's higher elevations, making your lungs incredibly efficient at utilizing the limited oxygen resources available. This biological disadvantage of his made it all the more crucial for Neteyam to learn proper techniques.

Sitting cross-legged opposite each other, knees touching, your hands gently pressed against his diaphragm and chest as you began the lesson.

"Close your eyes and take a deep breath through your nose," you instructed softly. "Fill your lungs to their fullest capacity, and feel the air spreading to every corner, energizing your body."

Neteyam followed your guidance, his eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled deeply through his nose. His chest rose, and you could feel his abdomen expanding under your touch as he took in the breath. His inhale was steady but not as deep as you wanted it to be.

"Remember to ease your body," you pointed out gently. "Try again. I want you to hold that breath for a moment, just a beat longer than you're used to. Then release the air slowly through your mouth. Let it flow out like a gentle stream, not a gusty wind."

Neteyam complied. He closed his eyes once more and took a deep breath through his nose, following your guidance carefully. His chest expanded further this time, and you could feel the tension in his body as he held his breath for a moment before exhaling slowly through his mouth.

"You are doing well," you beam.

Despite appearing as though you were focused on teaching Neteyam, your gaze occasionally shifted to the others around you. In the distance, Lo'ak, Tuk, and Kiri were having their own lessons, led by a skilled warrior-hunter from your clan. It seemed as though they were learning well, albeit still displaying moments of clumsiness.

These past few months, normalcy resettled itself in the Sully family rather quickly, like a piece of a puzzle that’s been jostled loose slotting seamlessly back into place.

Kiri, in particular, seemed to be in her element — lost in a world of her own. The girl had long wandered away from her group, traversing the slope of the rock with a skill that far surpassed her experience. She was completely absorbed in the breathtaking views the mountain provided and the wild flora that adorned its sides.

Tuk, on the other hand, was having a blast with a group of younger kids. They were energetically bouncing off the lower parts of the rock wall with their ropes, playing and laughing together. Their youthful enthusiasm was contagious, and it brought a nostalgic smile to your face, reminding you of your own childhood.

Lo'ak had also adapted smoothly, effortlessly climbing higher peaks with a few Na'vi your age. He appeared at ease, his initial apprehension towards the heights now gone as he engaged in friendly banter and conversations with your people.

“I think you’re just using this as an excuse to feel me up, syulang.”

Neteyam's voice draws your attention away, his calloused hands cupping over yours and pressing them flat against the planes of his chest and abdomen. His dark azure skin was smooth beneath your touch, the defined muscles firm and sculpted, evidence of his disciplined training and physical prowess as a warrior.

A cross frown danced on your lips as you retorted, "It is you who is placing my hands over your skin. I am just making sure you're learning properly. “

Neteyam's lips curled into a smirk, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I don't see you removing them," he quipped, his fingers lightly brushing against the back of your hand.

With a shake of your head, you slap at his side of his ribs, eliciting a grunt of surprise from the man.

"Enough. Show me the form I taught," you instruct, shifting back into your role as his teacher.

Neteyam does his breathing exercises accordingly, and you watch with a keen eye, pleased to see his improved technique.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

"Yes," you nod approvingly, genuinely impressed, "that is good."

As the lesson continued to flow smoothly, you instinctively moved closer to Neteyam, wanting to better feel the rise and fall of his chest as he practiced his breathing. In response, Neteyam couldn't resist the impulse to pull at your arms, playfully coaxing you into his lap.

"Skxawng! " With a laugh, you surrendered and settled into his embrace.

Fronts firmly pressed against each other, the closeness between you felt comforting and familiar. It was like two halves of a whole coming together, bodies fitting together so naturally that it was as if they were meant to be in this position.

Neither of you made a move to break the embrace. There was no rush, no need to move on from this moment of connection. Instead, you found yourself cupping his face in your hands, a rare smile gracing your lips as you gazed down at him. Neteyam's fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, fiddling with the back of your woven chest piece, causing a delightful shiver to travel down your spine. The simple touch spoke volumes, conveying a level of intimacy that went beyond words.

"I am still so impressed at how fast you have learned," you whisper softly.

"I have a great teacher," Neteyam laughs, his tail coiling around your thigh in an affectionate manner. Mirroring his actions, your tail trails up his torso, exploring his rugged skin before wrapping itself around his forearm.

As your hands move to his sides, intending to trace comforting circles, you notice a sudden jerk from Neteyam, followed by a low hiss slipping from his lips. In an instant, worry floods your senses, and you draw away from him, giving him space.

"What is it?" you say in panic, your eyes quickly scanning his figure for any signs of distress. They land on small, bloodied scratch marks by his ribs, and realization washes over you.

"Ah," you grimace, a hint of shame in your voice as you hastily reach into your medicinal pouch, your fingers searching for a specific bottle. "I apologize. I did not realize my claws were digging into your skin."

Neteyam offers a reassuring smile, though you can tell that he isn't blaming you in the slightest. "It's alright," he says. "You are acting like I was just maimed. These are little scratches, nothing serious."

You appreciate his attempt to alleviate your concern, knowing that he is not blaming you in the slightest. Still, you find the bottle you were searching for and carefully apply the healing ointment to the scratch marks, your touch featherlight. Neteyam observes your hands move swiftly, appreciating the skill with which you handle the situation.

As Tsahìk, you were used to being gentle and careful with your touch, but there were moments when your physical attributes could unintentionally cause harm. At the tips of your slender fingers were rugged and curved structures resembling claws. This unique feature was a defining characteristic of your people, granting you a remarkable advantage in navigating challenging terrains with ease.

Once you finish applying the ointment, Neteyam takes ahold of your hands, dragging them up until they are eye-level. The warrior's touch is tender as he begins to trace his finger along the curve of your claws. His eyes study the intricate detailing, admiring the look of your unique appendages.

When relaxed, your fingers appeared deceptively normal, concealing the sharp daggers within. But with a simple flex of your hand, the claws emerged gracefully. During his lessons, you would usually keep them out, ready to demonstrate and assist him at any moment.

"I should have been more careful," you murmur, withdrawing your claws.

Neteyam shakes his head, his expression gentle and reassuring. "It's not your fault." He then holds your hands in his, his large palm practically engulfing yours. "Your baby hands did not cause much damage anyways."

In offense, you playfully slap his shoulder, your mouth dropping open in feigned shock. "I will have you know that these 'baby hands' have scaled mountains and traversed terrains you cannot begin to imagine!"

Neteyam raises an eyebrow, pretending to be unimpressed, but a mischievous grin tugs at his lips. "Oh, I am sure they have."

The carefree scene is abruptly interrupted as a shadow suddenly looms over you. Lifting your gaze, you find a familiar face twisted into a stern expression, the lines of displeasure etched across his edged features.

"Tserat," you spat the name out as if it were a poison lathered on your tongue, your disdain for him evident in the sharpness of your tone.

Throughout your life, this man had been a constant thorn in your side, always critical of your choices and quick to engage in arguments.

Among many, his vehement disapproval of your sudden engagement with the eldest Sully boy was no secret, and you were well aware that he had something to say about it now.

The Na'vi acknowledged you with a forced smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. There was a flicker of malice in his gaze as he shifted his focus to Neteyam, sizing up the warrior with a critical eye.

"Forest boy, I see you're enjoying your little lesson," Tserat quipped with a mocking tone. "Didn't know you needed such close instruction."

"We were just practicing some breathing techniques," Neteyam replied, his eyes narrowing slightly as he maintained a remarkable composure despite the charged atmosphere. The venomous tone with which Tserat addressed him was not lost on the Omatikayan, but he chose not to acknowledge it — avoiding any unnecessary conflict.

And yet, Tserat's taunts only continued as he stepped closer, trying to provoke a reaction. "A lesson on breathing techniques?" he scoffed. "Those are only given to little children."

Your patience was wearing thin, and frustration seeped into your voice as you snapped back at him, "Why do you come to us? What do you want?"

"What do I want? I want to know why you are allowing him to seduce you like this," Tserat hissed, his glare intensifying. "This vrrtep—"

The derogatory word hit a nerve, and anger surged within you. Snarling in response, your tail whipped around angrily, "You speak to future Olo'eyktan, Tserat!"

"Future Olo'eyktan?" Tserat scoffed derisively. "The halfbreed can barely scale up a hill! A forest dweller like him wouldn't last a day with our mountain-born warriors, let alone dare to lead them."

"You would do well not to underestimate him," you spat back with a fiery edge, warning firm as you stood your ground, defending Neteyam. "He is embracing our ways with utmost respect and honor, more than some who were born into it."

"This outsider can learn, but his roots are deep in the forest. He will never truly understand the heart and soul of our people." Tserat remarked, face twisted in a hateful sneer. Then, his attention shifted to Neteyam, words dripping with scorn, "You should just go away!"

"Tserat—" you interject, but your words are cut short when a strong hand latches onto your elbow, shutting down the stream of your furious thoughts.

Neteyam steps closer, his hands now moving to gently grip at your waist, seeking to ground you.

"Leave it," he urges softly, trying to diffuse the tension. "Leave it, tìyawn."

You oblige, trying to shift your focus to Neteyam, desperately wanting to tune out Tserat's jeers, to let them fade into the background like distant echoes. But you knew him all too well; if he was anything, he was relentless.

"Stupid girl," the hunter hisses, his words laced with venom, as he whips his head back in agitation. "Always going head first. Never thinking!"

"Watch your tone," Neteyam growls under his breath, the low rumble vibrating through his chest like distant thunder, as his tail wraps itself around your hips protectively. Though his eyes remain fixed on Tserat, Neteyam's senses are on high alert, attuned to every nuance of your body language—from the subtle shift of your ears pinning back against your head to the coiling of your tail low by your feet.

At the sight of your clear discomfort, his other hand itches at the side of his hip where his blade was, instincts screaming for him to act.

"Hey!" The loud voice of Lo'ak booms across the clearing, announcing his arrival. His eyes narrows as he strides forward, each heavy step accompanied by the rhythmic swing of his braids and the clicking of beads.

"Fuck is your problem?" Lo'ak scowls, his tone laced with anger and disdain. He forcefully shoves Tserat back, nearly knocking the man off balance. The grin Tserat flashes at the Omatikaya in response is nothing but a display of teeth and pure viciousness.

"Look who's here, another half-bred freak," Tserat bites back as he pushes against Lo'ak's shoulders, attempting to regain some ground.

Kiri, appearing in a disheveled mess but fierce as ever, storms into the scene — anger lacing her features. Without hesitation, she raises her voice, directing her anger at Tserat.

"Leave us alone!" Kiri shouts as she takes hold of Lo'ak's arm, preventing her younger brother from making any rash moves. But before she can persuade Lo'ak to calm himself, he wrenches his arm free from her grasp.

Without a second thought, Lo'ak hurls himself forward, his fist colliding with Tserat's jaw in a sickening thud. The hunter's head snaps to the side, blood spewing from his split lip as he's left momentarily stunned. After coming to his senses, Tserat snarls, eyes filled with rage as he hits back at Lo'ak with an equal measure of force.

Both of them grapple each other, bodies locked in a struggle. In the chaos of the crossfire, Tserat unexpectedly knocks into you, catching you off guard. Your feet tangle, and you stumble backward, unable to maintain your balance. With a harsh thud, you crash onto the unforgiving dirt ground, pain flaring through your body.

"Tserat!" you shriek, a mixture of anger and pain lacing your voice.

Before you can fully gather your bearings, Neteyam is already in action. In one fluid and furious motion, he lunges forward and shoves Tserat away from his brother, the sheer force of the push sending the hunter hurtling back into the rugged rock face of the mountain. The impact reverberates through the air, a loud thud echoing in the clearing, followed by the rumble of loose stones tumbling down the slope.

Dust billows up around Tserat, momentarily obscuring his figure in a haze of grit and debris. As the cloud of dust clears, Tserat emerges, his eyes burning with a dangerous glint, his rage undeterred by the impact.

Neteyam's lips curl back into a snarl, fangs bared in an unmistakable display of aggression. A guttural hiss then erupts from his lips, a growl that emanates from deep within his chest. It's a primal warning, a clear message that he will not tolerate any further harm directed towards you or anyone else he cares about.

"You—!" Tserat, refusing to back down, meets Neteyam's hiss with one of his own, his fingers tightening around the hilt of the axe at his hip.

Neteyam's response is swift and decisive. He too arms himself, unsheathing his knife. Its sharp metallic sound rings out like a battle cry, slicing through the air with a deadly "shhlck!" The blade gleams in the dappled sunlight, its edge honed and ready for any threat that may come his way.

As the pain from the earlier shove courses through your body, you grit your teeth and rise to your feet, adrenaline fueling you. You rush to Neteyam's side, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath your trembling hand as you press it against his chest.

"Ma'Neteyam" you hush. "Mawey. It is alright. It is alright."

Tserat's eyes burn with envy and resentment as he watches the bond between you and Neteyam, a bond that he can't comprehend, much less accept. To him, it's a betrayal, a disloyalty to your people.

The way your touch traced the outlines of Neteyam's skin, the concern in your eyes, and the unwavering support you offered—it all but intensified his misplaced fury. The sight of your closeness with this outsider feels like a knife twisting in his heart, fueling his anger and pushing him to the brink of it all.

Driven by a whirlwind of emotions, Tserat lunged toward you both with a roar of anger. But before he could reach you, a commanding voice cut through the air like a thunderclap, halting him in his tracks.

"Ftang!"

As you turn around, you see your mother landing with a mighty thump, her ikran letting out a shrill, piercing cry. The elderly chief dismounted and approached your group with a stony expression, her fur coat still adorned with remnants of snow.

With every step, your mother shed away her usual warm and caring persona as Iumayi and slipped into the familiar face of Olo'eyktan. Ruthless, cold, Olo'eyktan.

"Why are you here, boy?" she hissed, her icy gaze remaining fixed on Tserat. He looked away, clearly disgruntled and tense under the weight of her scrutiny. ”You disobeyed direct orders! You are supposed to be on patrol! Instead, I see you stirring up a fight!"

Amidst her tirade, your mother's gaze locked onto yours. Her stern expression softened momentarily as Neteyam rushed to help you up, his touch tenderly tracing the outlines of your bruises. The sight of her child in distress stirred her maternal instincts, but she swiftly composed herself, tearing her gaze away from the display of care between you and Neteyam, refocusing on the matter at hand.

"Olo'eykte," Tserat gritted his teeth, his words now flowing in the Iuva'rian dialect, knowing that Neteyam couldn't understand it, "Can you not see this mockery of a union? Y/N was promised to me."

"It doesn't matter what you believe was promised," your mother stated resolutely, switching her language to match his. "Eywa did not will for your union to happen. The Great Mother guides us all, and sometimes our paths lead us in different directions."

As his ears pinned back, a hint of vulnerability flashed in Tserat's eyes. Frustration, resentment, and envy tangled together, gnawing at his heart.

The memory of your father's vision surged in his mind, a painful reminder of what could have been. He recalled how the Olo'eykte had approached him, believing it was he who was in the vision. "A mighty warrior, fierce and protective of his people," she had said, her eyes ablaze with belief in his destiny.

With those words echoing in his ears, Tserat had undergone rigorous training, honing his skills and preparing himself for the role he believed was his birthright. But all of that changed when the Sullys arrived. With Neteyam's emergence as Toruk Makto's son, everything shifted.

The vision, once meant for Tserat, was now directed toward Neteyam, a forest dweller with no ancestral ties to the clan. The mantle of leadership, which he had longed for and devoted himself to, was abruptly snatched away, as if it had never truly been within his grasp.

"Everything is changing," Tserat spat out, hurt etched across his features. "This family brings destruction and war wherever they go. What's to say they won't bring it here?"

"This warrior," Tserat turned to look at Neteyam, his expression brimming with disdain."—does not even know how to breathe our air properly. And you want him to lead us?"

"This is not the time or place for a challenge," Iumayi scorns. "If you believe yourself more worthy to lead, you will have your opportunity to prove it in a ritual battle after he completes the coming of age ceremony."

Tserat ran his tongue over his lips, his emotions carefully hidden behind a neutral mask. With a sigh, he averted his gaze, locking onto the ground, refusing to make eye contact with the chief.

The tension in the air was palpable as the confrontation reached its conclusion. Tserat eventually turned and left, his departure marked by one last glowering look directed Neteyam's way.

Neteyam, still holding you close, sensed the lingering unease and decided it was best to move away from the scene. With one arm wrapped protectively around you, he bid a goodbye to your mother and led you toward Seze.

The Omatikayan carefully lifted you up and secured you onto her back, ensuring your safety as he climbed on behind you.

"Irayo," you whisper. Neteyam's strong arms encircled you, and you leaned back, resting against him

"Kea tìkin," Neteyam hums.

Neteyam had led you to a secluded green clearing hidden deep in the heart of the valley. The tall, ancient trees stood as protective guardians, shielding you both from the prying eyes of the outside world. The rustling leaves and the distant songs of wind created a calming atmosphere, offering a private haven for you and Neteyam to grapple with the emotions that had been swirling between you.

Approaching the dense thicket of trees that hovered over the peak, your steps faltered when Neteyam's rough fingers wrapped around your elbow, gently pulling you back. His hand then rested softly on your hip, thumb tracing soothing circles on your striped skin.

The weight of moodiness still clung to you like a stubborn fog, but his touch and tender words began to penetrate that cloud, slowly lifting the veil of uncertainty that had settled.

"What's wrong? Talk to me, baby," Neteyam murmured, the foreign English endearment slipping off his accented tongue as smooth as the cascading waters of a tranquil stream.

Despite his plea, your lips were sealed shut, teeth biting down on the plump flesh, eyes refusing to look away from the blooming purple bruises on your skin. Faintly, you felt a burning sensation building up on your waterline, an all-too-familiar sign of tears threatening to spill over. It was an emotion you had long tried to suppress over the years, but the events of the day had taken their toll on your strength.

"Sweet girl," Neteyam soothed, his thumb pressing onto your lips and gently easing it away from your fangs. He then reached out to brush a reassuring hand against your cheek, guiding your watery gaze to meet his. The sight of your unshed tears pierced through him like a spear, striking a chord deep within his heart.

"Tserat is a fool," you drew in a shaky breath, the frustration evident in your voice. "Stubborn. Resistant to change!"

"I saw," he acknowledged with a low chuckle, but his expression softened with understanding. "People like him hold on to old ways out of fear. But change is the natural course of life. Do not worry, they will come to understand soon. Give them time."

Neteyam then paused, his eyes taking you in, a rugged hand running up your back in a comforting gesture. The forest around you seemed to grow quieter. "You two seemed to know each other…"

You nodded, a mix of emotions welling up inside you as memories of the past flooded back. "Yes," you replied, your voice tinged with nostalgia. "We were once very close. Me and him were promised."

"Oh," Neteyam breathed out, his voice tinged with a deep, rich green envy that simmered just below the surface. The intensity in his eyes blazed, and a hint of possessiveness seeped into his tone.

His hand on your waist tightened slightly, drawing you closer to him, and you willingly leaned into his embrace, finding comfort in his protective hold.

The lithe form of his tail swished from side to side, revealing the restlessness he felt, while his eyes remained fixed on yours, guarded yet filled with a yearning for understanding. You could tell the man before you bled with questions, but he was treading carefully, respectful of your boundaries and not wanting to intrude.

It was something you had noticed over the past few months spent together. Neteyam, a warrior at heart, was skilled at concealing his emotions. He had a way of pushing down his feelings, riding out pain - both emotional and physical with a stoic determination until they dissipated. His strength and resilience were admirable, and you respected his ability to handle difficult situations without faltering.

But as the days turned into weeks and then months, a part of you longed to see more of his vulnerability, to understand the layers beneath his tough exterior. You wanted to know the man beyond the warrior, the man behind the title of future Olo'eyktan, the person he was when he let his guard down.

In moments of quiet intimacy like this, you caught glimpses of tenderness in him, emotions he carefully kept in check. It made you feel that you were so close to understanding him on a deeper level, yet there was still a distance that kept you from fully unraveling the complexities of his heart.

"I said once," you reiterated gently, wanting him to know that the past was merely a stepping stone that led you to him. "I did not go through with the ceremony."

His grip on your waist softened, and he pulled you even closer, intertwining his fingers with yours. It felt as if the world around you had melted away, leaving just the two of you in that secluded green clearing.

"Why did you not?" Neteyam's question hung in the air like a delicate thread, his voice barely above a whisper, brimming with vulnerability.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, the topic of conversation causing your heart to race. The freckles upon his nose and forehead caught the golden rays of the setting sun, making him look even more mesmerizing as his eyes languidly traced your face.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you found the strength to answer honestly. "I did not want him," you stated firmly, making it clear that your heart had never truly belonged to Tserat.

Ears pulled flat back, he stepped closer and found his hand reaching out to take a hold of his your hip. His gaze was dark, untamed like the forest as flickers of emotion flashed across the specs of gold, brown and green in his eyes. The tension between you and him thickened, fueled by a potent mix of jealousy, desire, and the simmering anger from the confrontation.

"And who do you want?" Neteyam's voice was a husky murmur, tinged with longing. He searched your eyes for an answer, almost as if he feared what would come out of your lips.

And you knew that this was the moment of truth, where your confession could either bring you closer or drive you apart.

In the past few months, both of you had danced around the touches of affection, tiptoeing around the unspoken feelings that had quietly but intensely grown between you. On the surface, it seemed as if you were merely fulfilling your duties, following the paths arranged for you. But beneath it all, there was something deeper, a bond that had become undeniable.

Standing before Neteyam, you could feel the tremor in his touch, the unspoken fear of rejection. But there was also a glimmer of hope shimmering in those golden pools, a belief that maybe, just maybe, you would choose him.

Without skipping a beat, you looked up into his eyes, your own gaze unwavering. "You."

"I want you, Neteyam."

Neteyam felt his heart leap to his throat at your words, desire chipping away at was left of the walls he had built up. His grip on you tightened and he looked into your eyes, seeking permission for what he was about to do, gaze gliding down to your lips.

Without words, you both knew what you wanted, what you needed. You understood the unspoken plea in his eyes and nodded, granting him permission to close the distance between you.

Neteyam's hand moved from your hip to your lower back, pulling you closer as he drew you into a deep kiss. Your fingers threaded through his dark hair, and you felt the roughness of his braids against your skin. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of earthy warmth and a hint of something uniquely him.

"I want you too," he breathed out against your lips, attempting to pull you even closer, molding his body onto yours. "More than anything."

Minutes pass and the intensity of your passionate kiss gradually subsided. Finally, you both drew away, finding yourselves breathless yet exhilarated. The rush of emotions still coursed through your veins, leaving you both trembling with the weight of the moment.

Neteyam's forehead pressed against yours, his warm breath mingling with yours as you gazed into each other's eyes, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

"I see you," you finally gasped out, your voice hitching. Those three simple words carried the weight of all your feelings, a declaration of your understanding and acceptance of him, flaws and all.

Neteyam froze, his breath catching in his throat. The exhale from his lips was entirely broken, as if you had stolen his last remaining breath from his lungs. Slowly, he found himself giving in to the overwhelming rush of emotions, the walls he had built over years finally falling down in ruins.

"I see you," Neteyam returned, accent thick, voice breathless and guttural. He leaned in to kiss you once more, sealing his emotions with the tender touch of his lips against yours. Those three words were repeated over and over against your lips, a desperate show of his affections.

Neteyam bared everything he had inside, his deepest desires, fears, and dreams, pouring his heart before you like a crimson offering as he hoped beyond hope that you would handle it with the utmost care.

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Ghost girl | prologue

Pairing: Sully family x Albino na'vi!fem (for the moment)

Warning: All the characters are aged up 20’s, disaster, injured, death, neytiri being the mom we all need.

Note:I had this draft written, and it was taking dust. So I'm posting it, so you can read it and tell me what you think. You can see that I haven't paired the reader with any of the characters, and I think it's my first writing that the reader is not human. So I would like to know if you like it, and if so, who would you like to be Y/N's partner?

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

You felt short of breath, the more you ran. A wave of fire was coming towards you. Holding your newborn baby in your arms. Turning to see your village being burned. You had to run, you had to get your baby to safety. The great trees that were once cold, were ablaze with flames. Climbing up a hill, fighting with your feet stuck in the snow. Resting a little, seeing how everyone was gone. The ships of those humans had destroyed everything.

Their ships were moving away, leaving a desert of fire in the snow. You can feel someone touching your chest, bringing you out of your shock. Your baby touches your chest, starting to cry. You hug him tighter, trying to find some consolation. Your family, your people…they were all dead. Two attacks in less than 6 months, just for a piece of land, just for having that damn mineral. Tears welled up in your eyes, you were heartbroken. It was all over…you were alone. You stood for a moment, analyzing the situation. You could still hear the sound of falling trees, the burning snow and the horrible smell of death. You had several wounds on your hands and legs. But they were not as worrying as the open wound on your right thigh.

You had tried to bandage it, before running out of your family's hut, as it burned. But it was barely covered. Groaning in pain, you sit down in the snow. You had to think about what you were going to do, you were alone. You had no home…those demons had taken everything from you. Holding your baby, closer. Kissing his hair. "Easy…easy" you speak. You had to get shelter, and fast. From your chest hung a beautiful green stone that your mother gave you minutes after you lost track of it. She had told you that there was a jungle clan, the Omaticaya. That they could help me, that it was the safest place. Taking the stone in your hand, to now take a look at the opposite side of the landscape.

You were from the clan of the icy mountains, the trip was going to be hard and dangerous. You were not a hunter, or an explorer. You were simply a girl who had lost everything. But you had no choice, rising from the ground. Bowing in respect. "Eywa…take care of my village, my people…take them with you. Promise them that we will meet again. I promise" you make the 'i see you' sign. Taking a last look at what was once your home, and leaving for the unknown.

The jungle was quieter than usual, the wildlife could be heard sounding. That's what neytiri thought as she walked in search of an animal. She had gone out to hunt alone. She had to clear her head, and spend time alone like the old days. Playing and touching some flowers, when out of nowhere he hears a small whimper. Her whole body freezes, raising her ears to listen better. That noise was not coming from an animal. She stayed silent, waiting to hear it again. A few minutes later, she heard the soft whimper again, someone was in danger. She was confused, it could be a human calling for help. Or a wounded na'vi. She didn't want to risk it if it was a human, she only socialized with the humans on the base, far from that nothing. But something told her she had to go see what was going on. Taking a deep breath, she walked slowly to where those whimpers were heard.

Peering carefully through the bushes, her eyes widen. When she sees a na,vi leaning against a tree. But that was not what was impressive, what had caught her attention. It was the color of this woman's skin, you had snow-white skin. Just like your hair, the stripes that adorned your skin were almost a blue that faded into your skin. Neytiri stood watching, she had never seen anything like this in her life. She was in a state of shock, it wasn't until she heard a whimper coming from the girl's arms. Neytiri looked down, seeing how she was holding the baby. But the grip was lazy, watching as the girl tried to move her arm, but it was too weak. Neytiri decided to approach carefully.

Neytiri holds her bow close to her, still being suspicious. Just to get close enough, to make you look up. Neytitiri felt her chest tighten when she could see how young the girl was. According to her she had to be the same age as her children. She let go of her bow, noticing that there was no weapon on any part of your body. But that you were injured, with burns.

You lift your gaze, looking at the woman. She was strange to your eyes, just as she was the first time you had seen a jungle na'vi. Looking down again, you were so exhausted. You had no strength to go on, your thigh wound was serious. And you had barely eaten in two days. You watch as the woman kneels down in front of you. "Who are you?" says neytiri. Trying to sound calm. "I…my name is Y/N te noeä pauzu'itan" you pause to catch your breath. "I am from the clan of the mountains of…cold" you speak, in a low tone. Neytiri moves closer to you, now all had some coherence. Her mother had told her something about these clans.

"What happened…why aren't you in your lands?" neytiri speaks, daring to touch a piece of your hair. Her maternal instinct, not allowing her not to help you. "They…they killed everything…everyone" you speak. "They?" asks neytiri. "The demons" you speak, neytiri hearing this word, tightens her bow. Closing her eyes, in response. Neytiri moves closer, looking at your wounded skin. And notices the large wound on your thigh. "We must heal it…I'll take you to the village" she speaks, watching as you awkwardly raise your arm. "No…I can't" you pick up your baby as best you can. Bringing him closer to neytiri. "Please…take care of my son. I can't" you are on the verge of fainting. "No…I won't leave you here" says Neytiri.

"I will die…I just want him to be okay…take care of him for me" your voice is very low. Neytiri notices how your hands are shaking, taking the baby in her arms. Watching as yours fall to your sides. "Thank you" you speak, smiling weakly. "I'm not going to leave you here" neytiri orders, getting up to think better. She had to plan something…in a matter of minutes neytiri created a sort of bundle, so she could hang the baby on her chest. Coming up to bend his back in front of you, taking your weak arms. Climbing you on her back, holding you tightly. She knew you could barely breathe, how weak you felt. Neytiri knew that if she left you, you would die in a couple of hours.

Starting her way back to the village. She walked as fast as she could, she had a baby crying. While carrying a girl on his back. She could have ignored her, but no…she could not. Getting closer to the village, taking faster steps. "We're close" neytiri says, waving your hand a little, hearing a 'mmm' in response. Good, you were alive. Entering the village, seeing how everyone was shocked by the scene, while neytiri walked fast to the hut where her mo'at mother was working. "Help, mother!!!" neytiri shouts, near the hut. Mo'at comes out quickly. To see how her daughter was carrying, what looked like a dead body. "This one" speaks mo'at.

"No…she's really hurt," says neytiri, watching as her mother begins to help her take the girl in her arms. Mo'at holds you on her arms, rushing to take you inside to treat your wounds. "I found her alone in the forest…she told me that her village was attacked by the sky people" says neytiri, she was scared. She tried to get there as fast as she could. Watching as her mother, began to examine your body. " She is from the clan of the cold mountains," says Mo'at. Mo'at finds the largest wound, and removes the dirty cloth. "I need to clean and treat this wound. I need the help of more people. Tell kiri to come" mo'at orders his daughter. Neytiri runs out of the hut.

She had the little baby on her chest, who had already calmed down, but she could hear some whimpering " calm down, we are taking care of your mother," Neytiri cuddles him, as she arrives to her hut. Kiri was with her sister tuk, talking to her father. They all see how neytiri enters in a hurry, she was agitated and you could see how worried she was. "kiri honey…come!!! Mo'at needs us" says Neytiri, Kiri without thinking about it gets up and accompanies her mother. "baby what's wrong?" shouts jake, from his seat. Noticing how neytiri ignores him and continues on her way to her mother's hut. Upon arriving, neytiri could see how mo'at had already started with everything, placing some medicinal pastes on the girl's skin. Kiri is surprised to see you, she has never seen someone like you before, but she doesn't ask too many questions. She feels her mother handing her something in her arms.

Kiri looks down, and sees a baby. Just like the girl they were healing. "Kiri hold the baby" says neytiri, approaching her mother. "Mom…will she be okay?" asks neytiri, she sees how your breathing is vague. But you are alive. "Yes…she's weak and I have to monitor that wound. But look" mo'at points to the large wound on your thigh. "I already put medicine in it…I need you to go get these herbs. I will make a drink to bring her vitality back" mo'at says, watching as neytiri ascends with her face, getting up to get everything her mother asked for. Mo'at watches as kiri is cooing to the baby, and began to wonder what such a young girl was doing alone with a baby. She could see that the baby was only a month old. Looking carefully at the girl's body, observing how on her neck hangs a green rock. Holding it in her hand, she had seen that rock somewhere.

After a rather agitated afternoon, neytiri was sitting next to her mother. Holding the baby, and kiri was next to the girl. "So what are we going to do with him?" asks Kiri. "I think it will be best if you take care of him…for tonight. She is very weak, I will take care of her" says mo'at, arranging a few pieces of white hair. Neytiri reaches over and caresses the girl's cheek. "Kiri…come let's go to the house" speaks neytiri. Kiri gets up, following her mother. Just as they were about to leave. "Neytiri…later I will come by your hut" says mo'at. Neytiri ascends, and leaves the hut. Looking at the baby in her arms.

Arriving at the hut, she finds to her surprise that everyone in the Sully family was there. Tuk is still small, so she runs to her mother. She hadn't seen her all day, but stops when she notices what her mom is carrying in her arms. "Is that a baby?" the little girl asks. Neytiri smiles, "Yes…and it's very small." neytiri walks over to where jake is. "A baby? where did you get that?" the man is scared and worried. Neytiri sits down next to him, moving the piece of cloth covering the baby a little. Revealing a totally white baby, his eyelashes, hair…everything. This causes everyone in the family to move closer. Including the two youngest men in the family. "That's…what is it?" asks lo'ak. Touching the baby's tiny foot. "I found a girl." Neytiri pauses, telling her family everything that happened. "Those bastards" jake says, the demons were just destroying…he was thinking to himself.

"I'm taking care of him…until she's okay" neytiri says. "but" she pauses…as some tears streamed down her face. "She is so young…I think she is the same age as you" neytiri looks at neteyam. The boy just looks at the baby that his mother holds on her chest. "and she's alone…I couldn't leave her there alone. She offered me her baby…she told me to keep him. Assuming she was going to die." says neytiri. Jake hugs her, and kisses her on the hundred. "You did the right thing my love…you're great. I bet that girl will be grateful" Jake speaks. At that same moment, everyone hears mo'at enter the hut.

"How is she?" asks Neytiri quickly. "She is stable…but she is very sleepy. I was able to give her the drink…she looks better" says mo'at. Kiri puts her hand to her chest, sighing in relief. " Mom…where did that girl come from?" neytiri asks, watching as mo'at sits in the familiar circle.

" The clan of the cold mountains…one of the most ancient clans. Great warriors and hunters. Their white skin, perfect for being invisible in their territory. Prepared to withstand brutal cold. Ghosts in white. They are not like all na'vis. separating in the far reaches of the mountains, to maintain their lineage. They carry a beautiful magic in their being… they are the favorites of eywa." mo'at spoke, watching as everyone listened to her intently. "Your father and I met them… making a pact of peace. They cared for us and we cared for them. But we never had another close call…not until now." Mo'at pulls from his pocket a stone. "This was given as a sign of peace…she had it around her neck. I guess she came for help" there was a silence in the room.

"She told me there was no one left" neytiri holds the baby tightly. Remembering how hundreds of her clan were wiped out, how their home tree was destroyed. And now they had to live in these caves in hiding. "I imagine the worst has happened…but we have to wait for her to tell us everything" mo'at speaks, reaching up to caress the baby's cheek. "Where is her family? Where is her mate?" mo'at asks. Neytiri falls silent, she too had many questions…but for the moment she was going to take care of the two of you. Until she could figure everything out.

[scarletaqua]

peace iv. || neteyam

synopsis: neteyam learns more about you and himself tonight.

tags: fluff, slow-burn, neteyam and reader being simps, slight angst, neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader, slight ao'nung x reader, reader lore, straight up ignorance.

a/n: fun fact the story part is the first thing I've ever written for this series. also thank you so much to that sweet anon whose kind words pushed me to finish this, ilysm.

5.6k words (damn).

chapter iii || series masterlist || ao3 link

I'm a mirrorball, I'll show you every version of yourself tonight.

"You guys are going to love this place," you beamed to the siblings as you led them through the beach.

It didn't take a lot of convincing for Neteyam's parents to allow you to take him and his siblings for a little picnic by the beach. Of course his father was reluctant at first since his two boys did just get into a fight. But after seeing Tuk jump up and down in excitement and his mate's glare, he relented.

There was also the added fact that this picnic meant that they could avoid the clan's communal dinner. After what happened they definitely didn't want the extra tension. Your mother shared this sentiment after you had gone back to the healing huts and gave her a rundown of what happened.

So she helped you pack a picnic basket and set you on your way with the Sully siblings. After she scolded you on how you could've gotten hurt running into the middle of that scuffle that is.  

But was it really scolding if she had a smile on her face the entire time?

You all were now on your way to one of your favourite picnic spots.

Neteyam had taken the duty of carrying the basket because Tuk insisted that she hold your hand. And who were you to say no?

"Are we almost there?" Tuk asked, drawing out the syllable of her last words making you chuckle.

"Yes almost, just a few more minutes," you smiled down at her, swinging her hand in yours as you all looped through the people who were also walking along the beach. It was shockingly easy to do so. Especially considering that this time the beach would usually be bustling in preparation for dinner.

The crowd seemed to part instantly as you walked, and although it made things easier, the reasoning behind it brought a foul taste to your mouth. But you tried to spit the taste away, right now was supposed to be a happy time.

"You know you didn't need to do this for us," Kiri's voice rang before your thoughts could get too muddled, and you turned to her with a grateful smile.

"But I wanted to," you repeated the same words you said to Neteyam.

"It's the least I can do after how my friends have treated you."

"You don't have to feel bad," Lo'ak spoke this time. You turned to him and your eyes immediately found his wounds that you had tended to right when Neteyam had found him.

He noticed this as he continued to speak.

"I already made peace with Ao'nung."

Now this makes your eyes go wide. You had known him all your life and it took at least a week for him to forgive you that one time you accidentally got fish blood in his hair.

Like it was your fault he was tickling you when you were tasked to throw the fish guts away.

"We're actually going to meet tomorrow," Lo'ak added, making your shock grow tenfold. You were about to voice your concern before Neteyam popped in.

"Look at you, making friends," he chuckled, bringing his free hand to pinch the back of his brother's neck. 

The sight brought warmth to your chest, but you were still a bit cautious.

"That's nice to hear," you said, giving him a tight smile as you matched Tuk's movements when she continued to swing your hands.

"As much as I love him, Ao'nung isn't very forgiving, hopefully he doesn't act up again. I swear that boy," you began, about to go on a full on tangent before Tuk's voice stopped you.

"Wow, is this it?" She exclaimed, tugging your hand in the direction of the sight.

You turned your head and were met with the sight of your favourite picnic spot. 

The greenery surrounding it had become more lush this time of year. More stray vines had begun to climb up the lantern poles that were now glowing in soft hues of orange as eclipse was now upon you.

You smiled as you glanced down at the sandy ground that had little tufts of grass growing in random spots. 

"Yes, it is," you smiled down at her, pulling her towards the middle of the area.

"Come on everyone!" You hollered from over your shoulder, and the three other siblings followed.

"It almost looks like the forest," Neteyam said as he stood in one of the tufts of grass, wiggling his toes in it as he did. 

He met your eyes with a smile, and you returned it knowingly.

"This area is far enough from the beach to allow some of these to grow," you explained, gesturing to the tufts of grass, the small patches of flowers, and of course the vines.

"But it is close enough to the village that it was still deemed safe. Many prefer the beaches however, so my family and I tend to get this spot all to ourselves," you smiled as you remembered your grandfather as you stepped into a tuft of grass.

He had found and maintained this spot long before you were born all the way up to his death. You and your remaining family members take care of it now.

"You all are welcome to come here whenever you like," you told them as they continued to look over the greenery. 

"Now," you clapped your hands together since Tuk had pulled away from you in favor of poking at the fauna on the ground with fluttering petals.

"Let's begin shall we."

You took the picnic basket from Neteyam and pulled out a large rattan mat and laid it on one of the clearer parts of the ground. Everyone chipped in from there, helping arrange the seemingly never ending amounts of food.

Once everything was out and you were all sat the Sullies looked like they didn't know where to start. So you of course suggested your favourites of the bunch

"You should try this first, it is starberry jam that my friend Kyuna made, and this is a kelp biscuit," you grinned, picking up a wooden spoon so you could spread the jam on the biscuit before handing it to Kiri.

"Don't be afraid, it's very good," you tell her, taking in her hesitant gaze.

"The jam even has medicinal properties," you added, and that seemed to convince her as she took a bite.

Her eyes widened upon tasting the jam, and she covered her mouth as she spoke between chews.

"Wow, this has medicinal properties?" She exclaimed, making you chuckle as she took another big bite.

"I know the sweetness may try to tell you different, but we use it as a remedy for headaches and sea sickness," you explained, picking up another kelp biscuit and spreading jam on it as well.

"And of course, sweet tooths," you chuckled, opening the pouch of sea salt you got earlier.

You sprinkled some atop the jam covered biscuit and handed it to Lo'ak this time. 

"Here try some too, the sea salt helps bring out its flavor," you said about working on another biscuit for Tuk. Before you did you gestured to all the food that laid on the mat with a smile.

"Don't be shy everybody, dig in."

A comfortable cacophony of chewing, clinking, and chatter filled the air as eclipse finally settled in. It didn't take long for everyone to take a bite from all the dishes and treats before them. 

Lo'ak in particular seemed to favor the fish fries, and you made a mental note to tell your mother about it. 

Your heart felt so full as you watched everyone interact with each other and the food. The events from earlier today now seemed to weigh less on you as you took it all in. 

*****

Neteyam watched with fond eyes as you offered Lo'ak your remaining fish fries after he huffed in disappointment when Tuk snatched up the last ones. He liked how patient you were with his siblings, he knew first hand of course how difficult they could be.

His siblings seemed to mirror his sentiment as well. Especially Tuk who was currently looking up at you with stars in her eyes as she munched on another kelp biscuit you prepared for her. 

He felt so at peace in that moment that he decided to turn his brain off just for a while. He shed his warrior skin just a bit as he got lost in the plants, in the air, in the chatter, in you as you spoke silently with Kiri about one of your other dishes with medicinal value.

Neteyam only snapped back into his usual role when Tuk's voice cut through the air.

"Why are your eyes the same as ours?" The little girl asked, batting her eyelashes innocently at you, not noticing how her older siblings stiffened at the question.

It wasn't that it was bad, they just didn't know how you would react to such a question on your appearance.

"Tuk," Neteyam scolded gently, and Tuk's face crumpled in confusion.

"What, I just want to know?" She defended, looking at you again, and Neteyam did the same to gauge your current expression.

He was met with a smile and the wave of your hand.

"It's quite alright, it is an honest question," you told him before placing a hand to your chest and addressing Tuk.

"I am Omatikaya by blood," you said, and the family let out little gasps, including Neteyam.

So is this why you felt so familiar? 

"My grandfather was a part of your clan."

"You are Omatikaya?" Lo'ak asked with so much disbelief that Kiri slapped him in the back of the head.

"Yes," you chuckled.

"That's why my eyes are the way they are. And that's why my mother's skin is the way it is."

Neteyam then added to the conversation, all the while sounding more gentle than Lo'ak.

"Why didn't you two tell us you were Omatikaya when we first met?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

"My mother does not like to speak on matters she deems obvious, and she taught me to do the same," you answered truthfully.

"She wears her skin proudly on her back and does not need to talk about it. She lets her actions speak for herself, she takes care of her own," you smiled gently, looking over them all with kindness. 

Kindness you had given them ever since you met.

Neteyam hummed in response, returning your smile. It all made sense to him.

"Wow," Tuk exclaimed before asking.

"But if your grandfather is Omatikaya why hasn't he come to say hello too?" 

Your smile faltered slightly.

"My grandfather is in the arms of Eywa now," your voice peeped.

This earned another bounce of silence as the little girl looked down sadly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," you waved her apology away, stroking her hair gently.

"You didn't know."

Silence came once more, only to be broken when Lo'ak cleared his throat.

"Um, I have another question, if you don't mind," he said, rubbing the back of his head that was still recovering from Kiri's hand.

"Oh please, ask away," you grinned.

"Nothing brings me more joy than curing curiosity."

At that moment Neteyam prayed that his brother wouldn't ask anything stupid.

"How did your grandfather make his way here?" Lo'ak finally asked after taking a breath.

"Our clan is far from here, and probably even farther than before the war caused the people to move," he explained his curiosity and his older brother realised that his prayers weren't in vain.

That was actually a good question, and Neteyam found himself leaning in as you answered.

"Well," you sighed.

"My grandfather's story is a grand one. It is  quite long, it may bore you."

"Please tell us the story, please," Tuk begged.

"Yes, I want to hear it too," Kiri added.

"I'm a bit curious myself," Neteyam agreed, inching closer from where he sat across from you.

You locked eyes with him and chuckled, he felt his chest tighten at the sound.

"If you insist," you relented with the clear of your throat.

You straightened your posture and that just had everyone huddling closer if that was even possible. You then began speaking with a grander tone, a tone that just drew Neteyam more to you.

"It was long ago, before the sky people set foot on Eywa's land. My grandfather, Maratu, came from a renowned hunting family of the Omatikaya and was the third of five sons," you spoke, gesturing as you did so. 

You reminded Neteyam of the many storytellers in his clan at that moment.

"His father was a fierce man, one of the warleaders of the clan. He treated his sons like warriors rather than children ever since they took their first steps."

Your words had Neteyam stomach churning.

"But for reasons my grandfather never knew, even till his death, he was given the brunt of his father's anger," you went on.

"Day in and day out he was ridiculed for the way he held a bow, for the way he ran, and for the way he fought against other Na'vi. He was broken down till he felt like he was an outcast."

Neteyam frowned at your words, especially when he noticed Lo'ak hang his head low as you continued.

"His brothers were no help, only concerned with pleasing their father. And his mother had died giving birth to his youngest brother. So with no one on his side, my grandfather decided to flee from the clan and search for a new life, his own purpose."

As you spoke there was a sad sheen in your eyes, and Neteyam felt the urge to comfort you. But he was too far from you to do it the way he wanted, so he gave you an encouraging smile that you nodded at.

"With a bag packed with food, water, and his most trusted weapons my grandfather set out on his ikran in the dead of night," you told them, gesturing to the night sky as you went on.

"He did not know where he was going, only that he wanted to leave so he decided to follow the brightest stars that Eywa would shine every night. He travelled for a total of seven nights, only stopping to eat and sleep."

Your tone then became solemn.

"Soon his supplies started to dwindle to the point that on the seventh night of his travels he lost control of his ikran and fell into the water below and that water was the same that surrounds us now."

Neteyam watched as Tuk let out a gasp at your words, clutching her hands as she looked at you with wide eyes.

"What happened to him next he did not remember," you shook your head before smiling.

"The gaps were only filled in by my grandmother, Syanan. She saw him fall into the water that night and called for the Metkayina warriors to rescue him. She was tsakarem at the time so she took it upon herself to heal him," your smile only seemed to grow as you spoke.

"She watched over him that entire night, even when she was sure the water in his lungs had left and she had treated every scratch on him."

"In her words," you placed your hand on your chest.

"She felt drawn to him, like the waves to the shore." 

Neteyam felt his heart grip at that, he didn't know why, but it did.

"The next morning my grandfather remembered very clearly. He awoke to the tsakarem wiping the sweat from his brow. She was looking down on him with what he described was the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen."

Neteyam watched as Tuk swooned at your grandfather's story.

"They fell in love?" Her little voice asked.

"Yes," you grinned, playing with her braids.

"They did, Tuk."

"Wait a minute," Kiri joined in this time, confusion etched into her soft features.

"Your grandmother was tsakarem, does that mean-,."

It seemed that you knew exactly what she was going to ask.

"Yes, she was already promised to another. The future olo'eyktan at the time. The great Tonowari's own father."

This revelation had another round of gasps echoing in the small group, even Neteyam was on the edge of his seat.

"But she did not love him," you shook your head.

"Their union was arranged since birth as their families were close friends," you paused for a moment to lick your lips. 

"This is where it gets interesting."

Neteyam saw a small glint in your eyes.

"When my grandfather was finally well enough, he told his story to the elders and despite being wary, they pitied him. He had basically nothing after all. So my grandmother was tasked to teach him the ways of the water. And with all the time they spent together, they fell deeper in love."

The siblings couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity with your words. The romance was not so different from their parents' story.

"They fell to the point that it was obvious to everyone in the clan."

Your voice then grew solemn again and a frown crept onto your lips and your eyes narrowed.

"Tonowari's father, although he did not love my grandmother, only accepting the union to please his parents. He felt like his authority was being threatened."

Neteyam watched your frown turn into a scowl.

"Because of this it was planned that my grandfather be exiled from the island, to keep the peace. My grandmother was not happy, but she kept silent, not wanting to bring shame to her family."

Your features softened ever so slightly at your next words 

"She herself was already being shamed for falling for an outsider when she was already promised. And my grandfather loved her so much that he did not fight his punishment."

Sadness was evident in your tone which had the siblings frowning along with you. But your voice suddenly burst with energy, you were now at the story's climax.

"But on the day he was supposed to leave, a great tragedy struck. He was already mounted on his ikran when an akula had snuck into the reef and was attacking a group of children who were swimming."

Neteyam's eyes widened at this. He remembered being warned by Tsireya about akulas. They were some of the terrors found outside of the reef.

If it was possible, you had earned more of his interest. Towards your story, that is.

"My grandfather was the first to see the commotion and flew his ikran towards them and jumped into the water."

You had gone from sitting down to kneeling high on your knees. Your gestures had also become more dramatic at this point, perfectly matching your words.

"He reached the children before any other warrior could. There were a total of three, two were panicking while one had his arm trapped in the jaw of the rogue akula."

You gripped your wrist with your other hand as you spoke, and the sudden slapping of your skin had the family jolting back a bit.

"He surveyed the situation and quickly took both sides of the akula's jaw in his bare hands."

Neteyam watched with his full attention as both of your hands came up gripping at nothing as you pretended to push a strong force apart.

"He showed strength that no Metkayina has seen before as he pried the animal's jaw open."

Your hands dropped dramatically at your sides, signalling the stop of the force.

"Thankfully, the child's arm was mostly alright. Only a few puncture wounds. But it's been said if my grandfather had come a second later his arm would have been chomped clean off."

There was a wild look in your eyes as you went on that had everyone almost shivering. Even Neteyam felt on edge.

"Once free, my grandfather instructed the three children to swim back to shore together. And as they were leaving my grandfather dove into the water and began wrestling with the akula from beneath it."

Both of your hands were now clenched into fists as you spoke.

"He knew that he had to take the animal's life before anything else was to happen. So he looked for just the right spot on the akula's stomach and stabbed it."

Your hand jolted up and back down as you mimicked a stabbing motion. A quick silence filled the air, adding to the tension.

"It all happened so fast that he did not need the help of the other warriors. My grandfather emerged victorious," you said, and the group let out a collective breath of relief.

"People say that the water around him had turned purple with blood. None of which was his own."

Your voice had calmed at this point as you sat back down.

"Everyone in the clan saw this, and knew that it was not worth it to exile him. No Na'vi blessed with such strength and bravery from Eywa herself should ever be exiled, the clan leaders had said of him."

Pride was practically dripping from your voice at this point.

"So they decided to reward him, and the clan leaders asked him what he wanted from them. They stated that no ask was too large, especially with his feet."

Neteyam suddenly found himself speaking.

"He asked for your grandmother's hand?" He asked, hands clenched as he held on to your every word.

"No," you shook your head, a smile now creeping back onto your face.

"He asked that she be given a choice of her own, and that no matter what she chose she would not be shamed nor be treated differently."

The older boy felt his heart sigh at this, and he could see that even Lo'ak was trying to hide an audible reaction. 

His two sisters didn't bother hiding anything. Tuk was clapping, and Kiri who was usually so reserved had her hands clasped together and resting against her cheek.

"My grandmother of course chose him in the end," you finally tell them, and Neteyam smiled as your eyes briefly glimpsed at the stars.

"They lived together on this very island and had five children. None more loved than the other. My mother is the youngest of those children, and I am her only child."

You let out a fond sigh, looking at the ground before speaking once more.

"That is how my grandfather came to be here," you rested your hand on your heart.

"Thus why my eyes are the way they are."

"Woah," Lo'ak let out with wide eyes, he didn't know that his question would lead to this.

His family shared his reaction as they all let out their own sounds of amazement.

"I told you it is quite the story," you chuckled at their awed expressions before picking up a piece of fruit.

As if you hadn't just told them one of the best stories they ever heard.

*****

You relaxed your posture and took a bite out of the slice of seabutan you picked up. You only spoke again after finishing the tangy treat.

"This story is a big part of why I do not agree with how my friends treat you, how the other clan members look at you" you added, taking them out of their shock with the reminder of the day's prior horrid events.

You observed as Neteyam's tongue jutted out to lick the still healing cut on his lip. Even when scarred, his lips still held a supple irresistible quality to them.

You quickly looked away once those thoughts invaded your mind, cheeks slightly heated as you continued to speak to him and his siblings.

"It is already wrong to be so cruel, but their reasoning disgusts me even more," your nose scrunches at the thought.

"There is no such thing as a freak, as an outsider. Even with the blood your body holds. At the end of the day we are all made by Eywa, we are all Na'vi, we must all protect our own," you said, voice raising in a way that was different from earlier at the beach.

Your voice held more passion than anger.

"Like what my grandmother did for my grandfather. Like what my grandfather did for her and those children."

"That is why I see you," you smiled at them, locking eyes with Neteyam momentarily who seemed to be giving you the biggest smile back.

"I see all of you," your smile grew as you brought your free hand to your forehead before gesturing to them.

"We see you too," Tuk giggled, mirroring your gesture as her siblings echoed her sentiment while doing the same gesture.

Your smile only grew from there. Especially when you locked eyes with Neteyam for what felt like the millionth time that night.

He mimicked your expression, making your heart skip a beat as he said the very same words you did. The very same words his siblings did, but somehow, it held more weight.

The smile on his lips only made your muddling thoughts worse.

"I see you," he whispered, in a way that seemed to be only for you.

*****

The night ended just when Tuk began to yawn and Kiri had started rubbing at her eyes. You had stood up and suggested that they go ahead and get home while you cleaned up.

Neteyam protested this, saying that he could help you. 

You argued and one thing led to another and Lo'ak was now carrying Tuk, yelling a goodbye from over his shoulder as he led a tired Kiri home. You couldn't help but roll your eyes as he gave you a look that said 'I told you so.'

You both watched them leave until they were all but blurs in the distance. Going straight into cleaning right after.

As you placed empty plates into your basket you realized that in one way or another, you and Neteyam would always be left alone. Not that you were complaining, the serendipity of it all just intrigued you. 

Yeah, that was it.

With the dishes put away, Neteyam brought it upon himself to roll up the rattan mat and place it in the basket. 

Now ready to leave, there was another argument about who was going to carry the basket. An argument that was settled by Neteyam suggesting you both each take hold of one of the baskets handles.

You agreed and began your trek homeward.

Comfortable quiet filled the air as you and Neteyam walked along the beach. The only sounds that were heard were the ocean and the wind. 

Halfway through your walk you began seeing his gaze flick toward you in your peripherals. It happened a few times before you called him out.

"You seem like you are not saying what you want to," you tell him, turning to head towards him.

He seemed to look down in shame from getting caught, his ears twitching as he did so.

"What is it, Neteyam?" You tried to push him a bit.

"I can't imagine any words coming from you being bad, so you might as well spit it out."

"Thank you," he responds, finally looking back at you.

"You think too highly of me."

"No, I think correctly of you," you smiled, swinging the basket that hung between you playfully.

"Now just speak away."

He returned your smile and took a breath before speaking.

"It's just that, your grandfather's story has touched me in a way I cannot begin to comprehend," he expressed, and you feel your heart grip at the slight sadness in his tone.

Your eyes urged him to continue.

"He sounded like such a great man, thank you for sharing his legacy with me," he smiled.

"With us."

"I don't need to be thanked," you shook your head, looking up at the stars that reminded you that your grandfather and grandmother were still watching over you.

"His story is one I enjoy telling, it makes me feel closer to him now that he's gone."

You lock eyes with him.

"You know, he would've liked you."

"Really?" He asked, brow bone shooting upward.

"Yes," your eyes softened at his humble tone.

"You're strong, kind, and you take care of your own. All things he tried to be, all things he was," you said, truthfully so.

He looks down momentarily with a smile.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me," you hummed.

"Thank yourself."

For a moment, you both just stood. It was as if nothing else was around you but soft smiles and understanding. 

Till a voice cut through the air.

"Ma'ite, what are you doing?" The voice yelled, and your and Neteyam's head snapped in its direction.

It was your father, his towering figure was standing with his hands on his hips in front of your marui. You and Neteyam had stopped just before the bridges that connected your homes.

"Who's that?" Neteyam asked, looking between you and the figure in the distance.

"That's my father," you answered simply.

"Your father?" He asked again.

"Yes," you sighed, yanking the basket handle he was holding out of his hand and running forward.

"Come on before he loses his head."

Neteyam followed after you and soon you were both now standing before your father. You didn't notice how stiff Neteyam had gotten beside you.

"There you are," your father greeted you, bringing a hand to rest on top of our head.

"I was beginning to worry about you, paskalin," he said before directing his gaze towards Neteyam.

Your brow crumpled as you noticed the glare behind your father's eyes.

"And you," he nodded his head at the Omatikayan boy next to you 

"You are Jake's eldest son, am I correct?"

"Yes I am," Neteyam nodded stiffly, showing your father's scare tactics were actually working.

"It is nice to meet you sir, I see you," he said with a respectful bow of his head and the accompanying gesture.

Your father seemed pleased with this as he copied the gesture.

"I see you too," he nods, before his tone suddenly goes deep.

"But you keeping my daughter out late better not become a common occurrence."

"Papa," you groaned, seeing Neteyam's eyes widen and his ears pin to the sides of his head.

"He only helped me clean up," you explained.

"He didn't need to, but he wanted to."

"As he should," your father nodded, seeming to let down his facade.

"Thank you for helping her," he grinned before gesturing behind you two.

"But you better get going now, your family is waiting."

You and Neteyam turned to see his mother waiting patiently at their door for him.

"Of course," Neteyam agreed, giving your father another respectful bow of his head.

"It was nice meeting you again sir," he said, before turning back to you.

"Thank you for tonight," he said gently, with a smile that reflected his tone.

You beamed at him, giving him a nod before he turned around and began his short walk home.

When he was a good distance away you turned back to your father with a glare.

"Papa," you huffed.

"Why must you scare him like that?"

"I only joke paskalin," he chuckled, looking down at you with a teasing smile.

"It is Eywa's great balance," he explained.

"Your uncles made my life horrible when I was courting your mother."

"We aren't courting though," you argued, making him throw his head back in a laugh.

"I know that, but you know me. I like getting a head start on things," he gave another teasing smile that had your eyes narrowing.

First your mother and now him. This was a strange occurrence indeed, they had never teased you about such things before.

"Papa," you warned.

"Hey don't give me that look," he stroked your hair before his features suddenly became serious.

"I need to talk to you actually, I heard there was a fight on the beach."

Your eyes widened and your body stiffened at his tone, so you jumped quickly to defend yourself.

"I wasn't involved in that fight I swear," you exclaimed.

"I only broke it up,"

At your panic, a smile broke on his face. A smile that had your eyes narrowing again.

"I know," he chuckled at your fast changing expression.

"It's just that I heard those boys were practically shaking when you got to the scene." 

His features seemed to soften with pride.

"Is that true?"

You mirrored the smile he gave you, maybe a little more smug, but a smile nonetheless.

"Maybe they were shaking a little."

He threw his head back in a hearty laugh before placing a hand on your shoulder.

"That's my girl."

*****

Neteyam watched your father throw his arm around your shoulder and lead you into your marui. He only turned away when you were out of his sight.

He set his eyes back on his own marui that was now only a few steps away. His mother was still standing by the door waiting for him. Her expression was unreadable and fierce, like it always was.

Behind her he could see the figure of his father who seemed to be leading his siblings to bed.

When he got to his mother's side her hand went straight to his head to play with his braids. A gesture that fought with her expression.

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight ma'itan?" She asked, her features finally softening as he was met with a smile from her eldest son.

"Yes, I did sa'nok." He answered truthfully, his head turning towards your home for just a second.

"I did very much."

chapter v.

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peace iii. || neteyam

synopsis: the better you get to know neteyam and his family, the worse you seem to know your people.

tags: fluff, slow-burn, neteyam and reader being simps, slight angst, neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader, slight ao'nung x reader.

warning/s: fights verbal and physical, descriptions of wounds, tending to wounds, straight up ignorance. UNEDITED, might edit tomorrow.

a/n: this is where the drama starts!

translations (rough): skxawng - moron, uturu - a na'vi tradition stating that any refugee seeking sanctuary must be granted safe harbor.

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Time, mystical time. Cutting me open, then healing me fine.

Days passed and the Sully family mastered the art of swimming and were now beginning to mount ilus.

You were no longer as present as you were on their first day of learning since Ao'nung had decided to take the job given to him more seriously. You figured that his father had given him a stern talking to. Nevertheless you still joined in whenever you could and whenever you were needed.

Watching them learn your ways was an enjoyable experience. You taught Tuk how to bead together seashells, you talked to Kiri about the different plants that grew in the reef, and you comforted Lo'ak as Neteyam teased him for his obvious liking for Tsireya.

You had to admit however that a lot of your enjoyment came from hanging around Neteyam.

He had a lot of questions that you would answer happily, and he didn't seem bothered at how you tended to ramble on about certain things.

In turn he also helped you whenever he could. May it be through lifting baskets or washing out dishes in the water. He and his siblings also did the same for your mother who had gotten into the habit of giving his family extra food whenever she could.

Everything seemed to have evolved into a steady system, and it was fair to say that a lot had happened in the past few days. But most importantly, the jams Kyuna had set out to make were done.

The fact was made clear as she now stood in your home showcasing the four jars in your satchel that she also brought along to return.

"Why did you bring all four? You know that the other two are yours skxawng," you teased after accepting your satchel with your two jars of jam.

"A good craftswoman always presents her wares before taking payment," she giggled, watching as you put down your satchel and open one of the jars to take a whiff of its contents.

"It smells amazing as always," you commented after releasing a dreamy sigh. You were almost tempted to scoop some with your finger to get a quick taste, but an idea popped in your head.

"I must give some to the Sullies," you said excitedly. Starberry jam was a treat that could only be made in the reefs, and it had to be tasted at least once to have a full life.

"You can even come with me as I give it.They must know the hands that made such sweet treats," you said and gave Kyuna a smile which she didn't return, and you faltered at the sight

"Have I said something wrong?" You asked, closing the jar and putting it aside.

"Oh no, of course not," she quickly said, also putting her jars down so she could take your hands in hers.

"It's just that my father has commanded that I do not go near them," she hung your head low as she spoke, not seeing the way your features twisted in confusion.

"Why not?" Your ears twitched as you spoke.

Kyuna took a deep breath before she spoke again, this time looking in your eyes as she did.

"In his words they are outsiders, they are not a part of the clan. They even hold demon blood."

This time your features twisted againn with a more negative emotion. You had heard about the Sully family's origins, more specifically the origins of their patriarch. And of course, you've seen Lo'ak and Kiri's hands. It was the absolute talk of the clan.

"But they are still Na'vi, they have done nothing wrong," you tried to reason with her, your voice becoming a bit harsh.

"I know, I do not hold my father's beliefs," she tried to soothe you, though she sounded uncertain as her grip tightened on you.

"But I still have to listen to his commands."

A huff then left your lips as you thought back to the not so savoury part of the Sullies time in the reef. You had seen how the members of your clan seemed to either back away from them in fear or walk towards them with cruel intent.

There were times where you had to scold Ao'nung, Nok, and Rotxo for their comments towards them. But you had to remind yourself that Kyuna had no part in that, so with a deep breath you gave her the best smile you could muster.

"I understand, I will not force you," you told her, and she was so grateful that she gasped and lunged towards you with a hug. A hug that you of course returned, she was always the most emotional and affectionate in your little group.

"Thank you again for the jam," you smiled at her, this time more genuine as you parted from the hug.

"Thank you for picking the berries," she gleamed, but it was only for a moment as her features suddenly melted when she spoke up again.

"I must go now. I told my family I'd only be gone for a moment," she said, picking up her jars of jam.

"I'll see you tomorrow for the races?" She asked before she stepped out, and you shook your head in disbelief at the question. You and your friends made it a point to go ilu racing at least every month, the tradition started right when all of you could mount ilus.

"Or course, when have I ever missed it?"

She smiled at your response, finally stepping out of the door and giving you a wave which you returned. You watched for a few moments as she walked to the direction of her home, making sure she was safe before you turned around to the jars of jam you set aside.

There was still a sour taste in your mouth from the reminder of the prejudice some of your people held. So you decided to distract yourself from it by preparing a gift basket for the Sullies. After all, starberry jam was all the more delightful with company.

*****

You took one look at the basket you arranged filled with some of the kelp biscuits and sugar sands your mother had set aside for occasions like this and just knew it wasn't enough. So that is why you decided to set off to the healing huts to get a pouch of sea salt for a finishing touch.

It was an odd place to get it but there you could get it for free since your mother worked there. All you had to say to her were the words 'gift basket' and 'Sullies' and she sent you off with a pouch fuller than you needed. It was obvious where you got your food giving nature from.

So now with the pouch attached to your hip you walked across the beach humming a merry tune as you picture the soon to be completed basket in your head.

You were halfway across the beach when the tune you were humming was cut off by a myriad of screams.

"Get off of me freak!"

"Only if you leave my family alone!"

The familiar voices had you looking around for its source, and your eyes were led to the shores where a blur of azure and teal bodies rolled around in the sandy water. Taking a closer look you saw the familiar figure of Kiri laughing at the sight that you now distinguished as her brother's and your friends.

Now with the knowledge of what was going on you immediately ran to the commotion, the screams getting louder the closer you got.

"Leave our clan alone then!"

"Fuck you, fish lips!"

You didn't even understand what half that last yell meant, but the anger in it had you running even faster than you could process. Your body moved faster than your mind when you got to the foot of the scene and you grabbed the first body you could, which happened to be Ao'nung's.

It was a struggle because he was really clinging on to the deeper blue body below him, and it didn't help that he was a head taller than you. But when you finally got him you yelled immediately in his face.

"What are you doing?" Your voice seethed, not giving him time to answer as you looked at the four other bodies that were still laid in the sand.

"Get up, all of you!" Your voice boomed so loud that they literally scrambled to their feet.

Once everyone was standing you turned back to Ao'nung whose shoulders were still in your firm hold. He didn't seem to like the glare in your yellow eyes as he gave you a defensive tone.

"They started it!" He yelled, pointing to the side where Lo'ak and Neteyam stood.

You didn't even give him the pleasure of following his finger as you growled back at him.

"I find that hard to believe, your attitudes lately tell me different."

Ao'nung didn't answer, only looking over your shoulder to glare at someone. All the while another voice spoke for him.

"So you rather listen to a bunch of forest people than your own kind?"

Your head turned and you were met with Nok giving you the same look you held. Behind him was Rotxo, who didn't even try to meet your gaze. At least one of them had some decency.

"Don't start with that," was all you said as you quite literally pushed Ao'nung away from you to turn to the two brothers that stood behind you.

"Are you alright?" You asked Lo'ak first, and all he gave you was nod before looking away from you, his ears pinning to the sides of his head. This made you frown as you caught sight of the gash on his shoulder.

"How about you?" You turned to his older brother, taking a step towards him to better meet his gaze. Unlike his brother, he didn't look away.

At the access you sucked in a breath as you saw scratches on his neck, and the busted corner of his lips.

After processing the sight, your head quickly jolted to your three friends. You were about to yell at them again for causing such injuries to a family who came seeking uturu. But your gaze immediately softened as you took a better look at them.

"You're hurt too," you observed loudly, taking in the scratches on their bodies that were far worse than the ones on Neteyam and Lo'ak. One of Ao'nung's cheeks had even begun to swell.

Their injuries were above what you knew how to heal, especially considering that there were three of them. With that knowledge you immediately looked around for some kind of help.

In the distance you saw Kyuna, who had her hands to her chest and looked like she was backing away. She was the only familiar face you saw, so you called to her.

She seemed hesitant at first, but she quickly ran to the shore where you stood.

"Could you please take them to the healing huts," you asked, gesturing at the three boys, two of which still had anger in their eyes. But you didn't care, you just wanted them to be treated immediately.

Kyuna only nodded at your words, grabbing Nok by the hand and gesturing to the other two boys to follow her. They hesitated at first, but one look from you had them beginning their trek.

Before they could get far, you spoke to their backs.

"I expected better from you, from all of you."

They didn't respond, and you didn't care. You quickly turn back so you could properly address the other two injured. But you couldn't, as you were met with the sight of their father leading them away from the beach with Kiri trailing behind them.

She turned momentarily to wave goodbye sadly and quickly followed her family to what looked to be the direction of their marui.

Now alone, you decided to take a couple breaths. But it was only for a second as you suddenly felt eyes on you.

You looked around to see that a small crowd had accumulated around the area where the fight took place. And with the boys gone you were now the centre of attention. Heat assaulted your features in an instant, and you quickly ran away in the same direction the Sullies left.

As you ran, you didn't notice some people backing away from you as you got close.

*****

It wasn't long until you reached the walk way that connected your home to the neighbouring maruis. You took another moment to catch your breath again now that you were away from all the prying eyes.

Once composed you set your sights on the Sully family marui. You began to walk towards, feeling an obligation to apologise for your friends' actions. However, a figure exiting the structure had you stopping.

It was Lo'ak, and you couldn't practically feel the anger radiating off of him as he walked away from the marui with a passion. You decided against calling out to him, he obviously needed time to cool down.

You were about to walk away, thinking that Neteyam probably needed the same. But as if it was Eywa's will, the very boy you were thinking about walked out of the marui with a shocking smile on his face.

You froze for a moment, wondering why he looked so amused after a scene like that. Then he caught you staring, and his smile only seemed wider. You couldn't help but return it as he walked up to you.

"You look awfully happy for someone who just got into a fight?" You said to him as he paused in front of you.

The proximity allowed you to take in his injuries again, and the smile he gave you melted away.

"Are you alright?" You asked him, eyeing him up and down. And as if feeling your worry his hands reached forward to your shoulders to settle you before he spoke.

"Yes, I'm fine," he said, voice literally coaxing you to look at him, and you locked with his soft gaze.

"But I want to thank you for interfering when you did. I would be in much more trouble if it weren't for you," he smiles again, tone as gracious as ever. Yet your frown still deepens.

"Well you shouldn't have needed to deal with that," you sighed, glaring at his wounds before looking up at him again.

"Please, let me tend to your wounds," you almost begged.

"It is the least I can do."

"But you haven't done anything wrong," he said, hands dropping from your shoulders as he realised they were still on you.

"Still," you argued, tone immovable.

"My friends were the ones that did this. I have some responsibility for their actions."

He still looked unconvinced, so you took hold of his wrist.

"Please, I have supplies in my family's marui," you began to drag him. He could have easily fought back, but he didn't.

Before you knew it you had him sat in the middle of your home as you sifted through your mother's large assortment of creams, herbs, and ointments. After racking your brain to which ones were the most appropriate for his injuries, which were some cuts on his neck, arms, and of course his lip, you quickly kneeled before him with the remedies at your side.

After cleaning your hands, you began your treatment by scooping some cleansing cream to your finger to clean out the bigger wounds.

You were focused and gentle with your touch, so much so that you did not notice how Neteyam was looking at you in a way that would have most definitely made you melt.

"A teacher and a healer too," his voice broke through the silence as you now switched to applying a green colored salve to his arm.

"You are really skilled."

You scoffed at the comment, gesturing for him to lift his neck so you could treat the scars there. If you weren't so determined to heal him correctly you would've looked away from the sight of his muscles rippling as he moved.

"Please," you said, still rubbing in the salve.

"I barely even taught you. And as for healing, I only really know the basics," you gestured for him to bring his head down now before you inched around him to see if you missed any other wounds.

And of course you did, as there were also a few scratches on his back.

"I know just enough to make sure a person doesn't die before they are sent off to someone who knows better," you said truthfully, wiping the green salve onto a cloth you had also pulled out and switching back to the cleansing cream to clean the scratches you missed.

"You're actually lucky that you aren't more hurt than you are," you comment, moving back to the green salve.

"I wouldn't be able to help then."

"You wouldn't need to help me if that were so," Neteyam responded.

"Just like you don't need to now."

You sighed. Why was it so hard for this boy to accept help?

"I told you, I want to help you. No use fighting with me forest boy," you teased, using a tone that held no malice despite the nickname you used.

He seemed to understand the sentiment as he turned slightly to meet your gaze, giving you another one of his smiles.

*****

A comfortable bubble of silence was blown around you as Neteyam sat enjoying your gentle touches a bit too much.

Truth be told, one of the biggest reasons he refused your care at first was because he didn't want to fluster under your touch like he had during the lessons you helped with.

He still didn't understand why he got so bashful at your touch. But here he was, still very bashful, and enjoying it anyway. He didn't understand why he was like this. What he did understand however, is that you should never throw away a blessing.

Your presence was one of the few he felt safe with on the island, besides his own family of course. That is why he relented at the end and allowed you to drag him to your marui.

He thought he was doing well at hiding his feared bashfulness as he sat.

He wasn't, the way his tail flicked behind him was a telling sign.

"Something is troubling you Neteyam," your voice came, and he opened his eyes that he didn't even realize were closed.

He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Well, I did just come from a fight," he tried to joke, but you didn't even crack a smile. Instead you looked at him sympathetically.

"Yes, that is true. But there's something more," you said, now rubbing the salve on his shoulders.

Neteyam repeated your words in his head and frowned. As much as he wanted to deny it, you were right, there was more. But he didn't want to spill it onto you, it wasn't right. So he parted his lips to brush off your concern, but you had already seen his frown.

"You can talk to me if you like," you offered.

"I'm a fair listener."

He didn't know what to say, so he spoke honestly.

"I wouldn't want to trouble you."

"You will trouble me if you continue troubling yourself," you argued.

"Just let out whatever you need to, nothing leaves this marui. I promise."

He watched you as your oath leaves your lips, and the sheer intensity your yellow eyes gave him left him no room to argue.

So with a deep sigh, he spoke.

"I am just worried about my family," he said simply, and your eyes urged him to continue.

And he did.

"They're all just having trouble adjusting here. Especially Lo'ak and Kiri. And my dad has been on the edge, my mother keeps fussing over us, and Tuk barely understands what's going on," he took in a deep breath at the end of his rant before continuing.

"It's just hard trying to keep things together you know."

You let out a hum at his words, and you look like you are really trying to comprehend his words, almost like you were putting together a puzzle.

It was long before you spoke again.

"What about you?"

The question hung in the air like a body from a noose. He had never been asked that question in a while. He didn't know what to say, but he knew what to ask.

"What?" The word came from Neteyam's lips so quietly that if you weren't so close it would've sounded like a gasp.

You reworded your statement.

"It seems that you're too busy worrying about what your family is feeling," you said, matching his volume.

"But what about you?"

Neteyam still did not know what to say, or better yet he wasn't ready to talk about it. So he just rehashed your words.

"You said it yourself," he said, trying to hide the shake in his voice.

"I worry for them, their worries are mine."

You looked unhappy with his answer.

"I understand that, but what are your troubles specifically?" You pushed him, gently so. You were now right in front of him, his hands in yours as you treated his bruising knuckles.

The sight of you infront of him had his lips parting. You were looking up at him with your doe eyes that reminded him of exactly what was bothering him so.

"I miss my home," he blurted out, and he almost shocked himself. But he couldn't deny the relief he felt when the words left his lips, so he kept going.

"I miss the forest, the trees, the grass, the rain. I miss my grandmother and my friends. I just miss everything," he said as if he's been dying to tell someone, because he was.

He watched as you took in all of his words.

"I see," you finally smile at him, as if you were happy to share his burdens.

"Tell me about it," you said, switching his now salve-covered hand for the other.

"The forest, the way you speak of it makes it sound so beautiful. Please, tell me more," you look up at him again, this time batting your eyes so innocently in absolute wonder he couldn't even begin to describe.

Neteyam returned your smile before speaking again.

He told you about how tall the trees were, how fast his favourite part of the river flowed, and how if you squinted just right at a certain waterfall you'd see a double rainbow.

He went on about the beauty of hometree, and how each night the plants would glow like no other. He described to you his favourite places he'd go to with his friends.

And you listened to all he had to say, matching his enthusiasm perfectly, somehow without interrupting him. You just let him speak, and when he was done he felt a lot lighter than he had in a while. And it was all thanks to you

"I understand now why you miss it so much," you giggled lightly.

"Even I want to visit it now."

"Maybe I can take you one day," he responds with nothing but pure bliss in his voice.

Again you matched his energy, giving him a toothy grin.

"I'd like that," you said, looking directly at him. Your eyes flicked down momentarily and your smile went away.

Neteyam's ears drooped at the sight, but he didn't need to wonder why because you spoke before he could ask.

"I have to tend to your lip now," you informed him, disappointment in your tone.

"I almost forgot about it, I shouldn't have let you do all that talking, I'm sorry," you gave him an apologetic frown which he didn't like at all.

"No it's alright," he immediately said, he had forgotten about his busted lip too.

"I barely even felt it. They're all yours," he gestured to his lips, immediately cringing at his wording.

But you don't seem to mind, just eager to treat him. You quickly scoop some salve onto your fingers this time one light yellow in color. The fingers of your other hand then begin to hover in front of his face. His eyes widened at the sight, especially when you asked permission.

"May I?" Your voice came, octaves lower that it had been only moments prior.

It is then when Neteyam is reminded of just how close you two are.

He could only nod in response.

*****

You feel yourself take a deep breath as you gingerly place your hand on Neteyam's cheek for support so you could properly tend to his lips.

You tried your hardest not to get lost in his features as you worked. But this is the closest you had ever been to him, and it was hard not to stare.

His skin was soft, and seemed to be a deeper azure than that of his siblings. The patterns on his face were intricate and framed his other features perfectly. His eyes were just as mesmerising as the rest of him. They were fierce and piercing, yet warm and inviting.

And his lips, they had a bouncy quality you could feel as you spread the salve on them, they were also slightly chapped. But you didn't mind, it gave them character.

Before you could completely drown yourself in his features you had finished rubbing the salve evenly to his bottom lip. So you quickly pulled away before you could make a complete fool of yourself.

"There, all done," you said, hands leaving his face as you picked up the cloth you had been using to wipe down your hands.

"Now if there is any more pain you're better off going to the healing huts," you said as you stood up. He stood up along with you, and you noticed a frown on his lips that you wanted to go away.

"Or you can go to me and I'll take you to my mother," you added, and for some reason that had him smiling again.

"Thank you, I appreciate it very much."

For a moment you both just stood there smiling at eachother, to the point that you got overwhelmed and just had to look away.

When you did you spotted the gift basket you had been preparing before you had gotten into this situation. Gasping at the sight you reached out for it, ready to give it to Neteyam for him and his family to enjoy.

But at that thought your mind had gone back to the troubles he had just shared with you, and you came up with a better idea.

"I think I know how to lift your spirits."

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I — i remember her hands, and the way the mountains looked.

Synopsis: In which the Sullys approach the mountain clan for sanctuary. The Olo'eykte agrees but proposes one condition: Toruk Makto's eldest son must be promised to her daughter. Surprisingly, instead of the solemn response one would expect, Neteyam agrees almost instantaneously.

Tags: Female! Mountain Na'vi! Reader, Arranged Marriage, Sun & Moon couple, Strangers to Lovers, Neteyam is whipped

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"With the return of the sky people, our journey led us far, far up the horizon, where a towering mountain stood. Beyond the winding paths of its rocky terrain, nestled in the heart of nature's embrace, lay the village of the Iuva'ri clan—the ikran people of the mountains.

Iuva’ri was a beauty which both awed and intimidated those foreign to it. The village was tucked deep in a sheltered valley, bathed in the warm golden glow of the setting sun against the snow-capped peaks. A sanctuary hidden from the outside world. A perfect place for us to disappear without a trace.”

Flutters of the ikran's wings echoed loudly through the crisp air, alerting the people of their arrival. The once peaceful ambiance of the secluded village turned into a stir of commotion. Warriors sounded their horns, their urgent calls spreading like ripples through the village. The sight of the newcomers had ignited a sense of both curiosity and apprehension among the villagers, for rarely did travelers venture into their remote home.

As the crowd gathered at the center of the village, their gazes fixed on the newcomers, a mix of intrigue and wariness painted their expressions. Jake dismounted from his ikran gracefully, gesturing for his family to do the same. Neytiri's hand instinctively moved towards her bow, a hint of concern in her eyes. But before she could react, Jake rushed to stop her, his expression urging caution.

"Don't. Leave it," he murmured lowly, gently easing the weapon away from her grasp and tucking it back into the banshee's pouch. His mate sent him a disgruntled look in response but made no attempt to fight his decision.

"Alright. Come on," with a wave of his hand, Jake began to lead his family into the village, arms spread at his sides in an attempt to appear as docile as possible. "Let's be nice."

Neteyam followed in his father's footsteps, carefully observing his surroundings as he ascended the treacherous mountain slopes. His calculating eyes swept across the rugged terrain, taking in the awe-inspiring beauty of the snow-capped peaks and the vast expanse of the chalky landscape.

As they climbed higher, the air grew colder, and Neteyam shivered from the biting chill that enveloped them. The icy wind gnawed at his bones, and he pulled his shawl closer around him, seeking any respite from the relentless cold. This mountain was a stark contrast to the warm and humid forest he was accustomed to, and he felt the tingling sensation of numbness spreading across his exposed fingers.

As he navigated through unforgiving terrain, he found himself yearning for the comfort of home, longing for the lush green forest that offered a familiar warmth. Despite his reservations about this desolate place, he remained silent, his lips drawn into a tight line as he focused on the task at hand.

His attention was momentarily drawn away when a low whistle lanced through the air. Tilting his head up, Neteyam's gaze followed the sound, and he watched as a banshee glided gracefully through the skies. 

With a thud, the beast landed before them, sending a thick cloud of dust into the air as its rider dismounted. The rider was a tall, elderly woman, her midnight black hair contrasting against her milk blue skin. Her frosty eyes scanned their features, taking in every detail with a sharp intensity. A thick coat of fur was draped over her shoulders, and a billowing cape trailed behind her as she sauntered towards them, her expression a mix of curiosity and caution.

“Olo’eykte Ìumayi,” Jake bowed his head low, fingers extending from his forehead in a gesture of welcome. “I see you.”

Neytiri too bowed her head, gaze drawn to the ground as she murmured out her greeting, “I see you, Ìumayi.”

The woman continued to remain silent, circling them like vultures. Neteyam stood firm in his spot, his eyes never leaving the chief’s stalking figure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she broke the silence, her voice dripping with a leering caution, "Why do you come to us, Toruk Makto?"

Neteyam observed his father's reaction to the title, noting how he tensed up and his face contorted into an unsightly grimace. Given that the Iuva'ri clan's culture revolved around their sacred bond with Ikrans, it came as no surprise why his title held such immense significance to them.

In contrast to her husband's visible unease, Neytiri stood tall, her demeanor unyielding as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"We seek uturu," she declared.

In response to Neytiri's words, Ìumayi whipped around violently, her expression hardening as she directed a stern glower towards them. "Uturu?" she questioned sharply.

“Yes,” Jake affirmed. “Sanctuary. For my family.”

The people around them erupted into a hushed, agitated chatter, but the chief was quick to silence them all with a snap of her fingers.

“We have heard tales of your times at war, of your blood from the sky people, and of the victories that have earned you praise among many Na'vi," Ìumayi spoke with a measured tone, her voice heavy. "But my people are not at war. I apologize, but I cannot allow you to bring your bloodshed here."

Jake's response was immediate, a mix of desperation and determination evident in his voice as he hurriedly spoke, "I'm done with war," he asserted, lowering himself to scoop up Tuktirey into his arms. The little girl sought refuge in the safety of his embrace, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. "I just want to keep my family safe."

Observing the tender scene, Ìumayi's stern exterior softened slightly, her warm eyes studying the family before her. Bowing her head in contemplation, she took a moment to weigh the consequences of her decision, fully aware of the significance of this encounter. With a heavy sigh, she finally lifted her head and made her verdict, "I will allow it."

The relief that washed over Jake was palpable, but before he could express his gratitude, Ìumayi raised a bony finger, signifying there was more to be said.

"I will allow it. On one condition," she continued, her gaze now turning towards Neteyam, holding him with an inquisitive gaze. "I understand you are the eldest, correct?"

Neteyam acknowledged the chief's attention with a nod, his heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

With a wave of her pale hand, Ìumayi turned to the crowd before her, calling out a name as she gestured for someone to come over. The crowd parted instinctively, revealing your figure. As you stepped closer and closer, Neteyam found his mouth growing dry once he fully took in your features.

Inky jets of midnight-black hair cascaded over your shoulders like a shimmering waterfall, adorned with an enchanting array of bioluminescent gems woven into each braid. Your skin, a mesmerizing hue of cool blue, appeared as though it were delicately bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Jagged, milk-white stripes adorned your limbs and face in an intricate pattern, reminiscent of a celestial canvas. It was as if the very hand of Eywa herself had delicately painted them onto you.

“This is my eldest daughter, Y/N," Ìumayi spoke with pride, gently guiding you to stand by her side, a strong, protective arm enveloping your shoulders. "With the recent passing of my beloved mate, she has stepped forward, assuming the role of Tsahìk."

You took a moment to study their curious expressions, your eyes reflecting an understanding for their situation, “It is a pleasure to meet you all.”

Neteyam stood in awe, watching as you gracefully acknowledged and greeted his family members. The solemnity of your father's absence was palpable, but your calm welcome brought a glimmer of warmth to the otherwise tense atmosphere. And as you turned to face him, the warrior felt his heart leap to his throat.

“Neteyam,” you called out, his name dripping off your lips like a sweet, thick syrup. The Omatikayan watched intently as you curled your fingers, tracing your hand up from your chest up to your forehead before extending it out towards him, icy gaze piercing through his very being, “I see you.”

Fuck.

Neteyam feels his mouth go slack, skin breaking out into a cold sweat as a rich, deep warmth spreads through him. It was a simple greeting, no more. You were merely welcoming them into your village—Trying to be courteous. And yet, why is it that the way you were looking at him left a searing burn in his chest? Twisting at his heart and sending his pulse into a rapid thrum until he could barely breathe?

Both Lo’ak and Kiri observed his reaction with amused grins. To knock him out of his trance, Kiri roughly shoved at Neteyam’s side, gesturing towards your awaiting figure. Almost immediately, he grounds himself, cheeks burning into a dark indigo.

"Tsahìk Y/N," he uttered shakily, his fingers clumsily returning the respectful gesture. His heart pounded blaringly in his chest as he gazed at you, trying to steady himself in your presence. "I see you."

Your smile, gentle like a soft breeze, acknowledged his greeting before you turned your attention back to your mother.

"I have reason to believe that this meeting with Toruk Makto's family is fated," your mother spoke out, "Many nights ago, before his death, my mate was blessed with a vision from Eywa herself. In the sacred embrace of dreams, the spirits revealed to him a profound prophecy of two clans uniting as one—a woman and a man forging an unbreakable bond."

The words of their chief hung in the air, and a hushed silence fell over the gathering as the significance of her statement registered with everyone present.

"As you all know," she continued, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, "I am not getting any younger, and my time draws nearer to its end. And I remind you all that the weight of this responsibility was not one I bore alone; a Tsahìk needs an Olo’eyktan by their side."

A moment passed as the implications of her words settled into Neteyam's mind, and then realization dawned on him.

"This vision bestowed upon my mate," she began, "is not to be taken lightly. It is a direct call from Eywa herself, and as I stand before you today, I believe that the very individuals foreseen in that vision are here before us."

Ìumayi's gaze locked onto Neteyam, her eyes seeming to peer into his very soul. "With Eywa's guidance," she continued, "I propose a union between my daughter and Toruk Makto's eldest son."

The people around them erupted into chaos, their voices rising in a cacophony of opinions. Some had cried out in agreement while some were outraged at the idea of an outsider leading the clan. And as the concerns of his parents too filled the air; Neteyam felt a tumult of emotions within him. He knew their apprehensions were driven by love and care, yet there was an unexplainable energy surging through his veins, compelling him to step forward, to embrace the path laid out before him.

Before he could fully process the weight of his decision, his lips moved with a life of their own, the words escaping him faster than he could think, "I accept."

The crowd falls deathly silent at his declaration.

As the weight of his own words settled in, a storm consumed Neteyam. Accepting this union had been an unforeseen choice, one he had never anticipated making. It led him down a path he had never imagined walking, and uncertainty clawed at the very core of his being. 

And yet, as he turned to look at you, he found these worries falling silent. The sight of you ignited a surge of emotions within him, an overwhelming rush that defied comprehension. It was as though an irresistible, magnetic force was drawing him closer to you, as if every beat of his heart called for your name.

The warrior heaved a sigh, lowering his gaze to the ground and bowing his head as a gesture of respect to your mother.

“I am willing to accept this union," Neteyam affirmed, his eyes flickering back to meet yours, "Only if she will have me.”

Lo’ak's lips twitched, a hint of a grin threatening to break free, but he bit down on his lips, holding back the laugh that threatened to escape. His gaze met Kiri's, and they exchanged a knowing look, both equally amused and astonished by their older brother's unexpected behavior. Neteyam had always been the pillar of stability and composure in their family, making his impulsive acceptance of the proposal all the more surprising.

Lo’ak turned to glance at their parents, noticing his mother's eyes which were wide with concern. It was evident that she wanted to say something, but their father subtly pulled her back, silently urging her to hold her words for the moment.

Neytiri took a moment to study Neteyam's face, the resolve and determination etched across his features. Their gazes locked, and she saw a depth of conviction in her son's eyes that she hadn't witnessed before—a fierce certainty that he had made the right choice, even if it was sudden.

In that moment of silent understanding, Neytiri nodded her head, her concerns momentarily quelled. "If that is what he wishes," she said, her voice softening with acceptance, "we will support him."

Ìumayi’s smile grew slightly wider, her eyes shimmering with approval as she turned her attention to you. "Good. Now, ma’ite, what say you?" she inquired, her tone gentle yet expectant.

The world around you seemed to blur for a moment as you locked eyes with Neteyam, the unspoken bond between you both intensifying.

From the days of your childhood, you had already accepted the prospect of a planned marriage, or at best, one founded on companionship. To you, as long as your partner proved amiable and undemanding, it would be enough. And yet, you could not have even begun to imagine that you would end up in a marriage with Toruk Makto's son.

In the face of the unexpected proposal, you responded with a firm nod, your voice steady with conviction, "If Eywa wills it, then I shall accept as well."

The sight of Neteyam's smile and the exuberant whip of his tail around his feet brought a surge of unforeseen warmth to your heart. The moment felt surreal, like a dance with destiny that had been set into motion long before this day. Perhaps, just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad after all.

Your mother nodded, her expression reflecting satisfaction and pride.

"Then it is settled," she declared firmly, "Toruk Makto and his family shall stay with us, and his son shall be promised to my daughter. We'll teach them our ways and treat them as our own."

“May Eywa bless their path."

[scarletaqua]

𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊. || 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

synopsis: neteyam tries his best to keep his spirits high as he and his family settle into their new home. his efforts seem to not be in vain as he was brought to momentary peace by two somewhat familiar faces. though one of those faces seemed to have given so much more to him.

tags: neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader, fluff, angst in later chapters. slight!ao'nung x reader.

chapter i

- The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me. would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

chapter ii

- I'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans.

chapter iii

- coming soon

a/n: this story does not follow the exact flow of avatar the way of water, it is slightly altered for the sake of the love story lol. also yes, I am swiftie.

[scarletaqua]

peace ii. || neteyam

synopsis: the boy with the long swaying braids and piercing eyes had made his own special corner in your mind the second you locked eyes with him. even though it was only for a second, you ended up with him longer than expected.

tags: fluff, neteyam and reader being simps, neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader, slight ao'nung x reader.

warning/s: this does not exactly follow the flow of atwot. it's slightly altered to fit my vision lol. UNEDITED. might edit tomorrow.

a/n: finally it is done, and a bit longer than expected. i'm happy to know that the avatar fandom is alive.

translations (rough): skxawng - moron, syulang - flower

4.5k words.

part i

I'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans.

With your head beneath the crystal blue water you picked through starberry marshweed for the roundest of berries. They were the sweetest after all, since their near perfect shape allowed for the juices within to flow more freely and thus more sweetly.

Your fingers were nimble as you dug through the bush, and you looked fondly down at your harvest before putting it in your satchel.

You worked diligently. Well, as diligently as you could. It seemed your thoughts took a number from you and began to float off on their own.

As you picked, your mind kept being filled with images of the Omatikayan family you had just met. It was the first time you had seen full-blooded members of the clan since your grandfather's passing. And seeing them had lit a spark within you that had died along with him.

Seeing people that looked exactly how he did, made you smile. But it would be dishonest to think that seeing your grandfather in them was the only thing to make your thoughts wander.

The boy with the long swaying braids and piercing eyes had made his own special corner in your mind the second you locked eyes with him. Even though it was only for a second.

He was very handsome, you had to admit. And the kind words he said to you, no matter how short, made you smile. The way his voice cracked at the end also helped, it was adorable.

But before you could get too lost in your thoughts you felt a sudden tug on your finger. You looked over to see that one of the many vines of the marshweed had twisted itself around your finger when you began to space out.

Cursing yourself for getting distracted you gently shook your hand out of the plant and took a glance in your woven satchel. It was almost filled to the brim with berries and you decided that that amount was enough for yourself and to share and you closed the bag tightly.

So with the push of your legs and the wave of your hands you made your way back to the surface. You took a deep breath once out there and began turning your head to look for your two friends who were supposed to assist you in your picking.

You found them soon after as they were only a few strokes away, talking as they rested on one of the larger rocks in the water. You shook your head at the sight, not because you were angry, more amused.

You didn't really mind that they didn't help. Kyuna wasn't fond of picking through the marsh weeds, and she made up for it by taking what was harvested and making the best and most delectable jams. And Nok, well you were kind of mad at him for not helping, but the way he fumbled about trying to woo Kyuna helped his case.

"Hey guys, I'm done!" You called for them, swimming in their direction and climbing to the top of the rock they sat on.

"How many jars do you think this is gonna get us 'Una?" You asked your friend as you got comfortable next to her, opening your bag so she could see what you picked.

"Ooh," she smiled sweetly as she peaked into the bag.

"I can make at least four jars and we'd still have enough for snacking," she clapped her hands together, clearly already fantasising about making the jam.

"Snacking, don't mind if I do," Nok peeped from beside you with a mischievous smirk, hand inching towards the berries.

"Hands of urchin," you snapped, quickly shutting the bag, while Kyuna moved to slap his hands away.

"Hey," he whined, cradling his hand as if it was gravely injured.

"When did it suddenly become 'hate Nok day'?" He gave you and Kyuna a look with pouty lips and squinted eyes that was the epitome of stupid. He looked like he had just freed his face from sea nettle, the sight was enough to make you laugh.

The air was suddenly filled with a mixture of your laughter, Kyuna's teasing, and Nok's whining. And the sound of it was only stopped by a competing one in the distance that had caught your collective attention.

In the distance there was a group of people swimming, with two in that group laughing and swimming towards you. It wasn't hard to figure out who it was because soon Ao'nung and Rotxo's heads were peeking out of the water with a pleased expression on their faces.

"What are you guys doing here?" Nok asked, being the closest to the two boys.

"Aren't you supposed to be helping teach the outsiders?"

Now that piqued your interest, making you look in the direction they came from.

Perhaps that boy was with them? But before you could take a proper gander, a hand suddenly found itself on your shoulder. You turned to see it was Ao'nung who had made his place on the rock beside you. While Roxto stayed in the water as there wasn't enough room for him.

"What have you got there angelfish?" He asked you, with a teasing tone at the tail end of his sentence. A tone that had you scrunching your nose at him nudging him playfully.

He had been calling you that ever since you were kids, you hated it at first but now it reminded you of a much simpler time. You still liked to use it as an excuse to push Ao'nung around though.

"Just starberries" you answer, seeing how his eyes lit up, making you take a defensive stance.

"Don't even think about it pretty boy," you warned, clutching the satchel to your chest, and all he did was shrug. He knew not to get between you and your berries.

A few seconds passed and you finally put your satchel down, making a gesture at Ao'nung to let him know you were watching him. He simply chuckled at your movements.

Now another sound in the distance came from the distance, the exact spot that the two boys came from. You all looked to see Tsireya and four darker blue bodies.

He was here. They were here.

"Ao'nung!" She called out to her brother, swimming towards the rock you sat on, till she was only a few strokes away.

"You're supposed to help me teach them."

"No use teaching people that already have their own way, they can't even dive properly" Ao'nung responded with a roll of his eyes, and you looked at him with your yellow eyes, knowing that he'd get the message.

Yet he still refused to help his sister, only jumping into the water at the opposite side of the rock, where his sister wasn't.

The jump had water splashing all over you, making you close your eyes. You didn't even, Rotxo and Nok follow after him as he yelled.

"Race you guys to Reefman's Rock!"

And just like that, they were gone as quickly as they came, this time with Nok with them.

All you and Kyuna could do was turn to Tsireya with apologetic looks as she huffed in the direction her brother left.

She looked there for a few moments longer before she greeted you and your friend. Her eyes then lit up as she locked with you, making you look at her confused before she explained.

"Maybe you would like to help me teach them?" She smiled, saying your name sweetly.

"You've helped teach the younglings right? This would be no different," she almost begged, and you almost considered it. It would mean you would be able to see the boy who still lingered in your mind.

But you looked at Kyuna before you answered, not wanting to leave her alone now that Nok was gone. All she did was give you an encouraging smile.

"It's alright, we need to put our guests first," she placed her hand on your shoulder.

"I can just go home and get started on the jam," she suggested, showing you that she'd be completely fine on her own. So you relented, smiling at her and handing her the satchel of berries so you could turn back to Tsireya.

Not before you took a handful of the fruit and put a little in the small pocket you had attached to the hip of your loincloth.

"I'd love to help," you finally told her once your starberries were secure, and she cheered in response.

With that you bid goodbye to Kyuna and jumped into the water and followed Tsireya as she led you to Toruk Makto's four children. You felt a bit guilty for wrecking your plans with your friends, but you were also excited to see him again.

Your father had always told you that sometimes it was okay to be selfish, maybe this was sometimes you tried to comfort yourself.

Before you knew it you were now floating before the family, in a slightly more shallow part of the water where it ended just below your chest. You were practically just one movement away from him. He was the first one to greet you, your name sounded like a song coming from his lips. You responded with a simple nod, cursing yourself for not catching his name before.

"Oh, I've seen you already met," Tsireya gathered, glancing between you and the boy as the littlest sister joined into the conversation.

"Yes, she said hello to us in our marui earlier," she giggled from her sister's side and you gave them both a wave.

"Well this makes things easier then," she grinned before addressing the Omatikayan children.

"Well, she will be helping me teach you today since Ao'nung decided not to be helpful," she digged at her brother before turning back to you.

"Thank you so much again," she bowed her head, well, as much as she could in the water.

"Alright then, let us resume," she turned to the group and began to give you a rundown of what she had taught them before you came.

"Tuk and Kiri have already mastered the basics of breathing," she explained gesturing at them, and you brought your hands out of the water and gave a little round of applause to the girls who thanked you with kind smiles. The littlest one had the biggest smile of the two.

"But these two, not so much" Tsireya giggled, pointing at the two brothers.

You looked back at the boy who caught your eye and he was giving you a shy smile, while his brother hung his head low. It made you begin to frown, but before you could Tsireya called for you.

"Do you mind teaching Neteyam while I teach Lo'ak?" She asked, gesturing at herself then at the younger brother. The scene had you smiling.

So Neteyam was his name.

"Only if he doesn't mind," you answered, turning to look at him.

"Of course I don't," he smiled at you again.

Why was he so smiley?

"Alright, good luck then," Tsireya clapped her hands together before pulling Lo'ak to the more shallow part of the water.

"I hope the lesson goes smoothly," she said as a farewell as they finally swam away.

"Honestly, I respect her mindset," you giggled when they were gone, piquing the interest of the Omatikayan boy beside you.

"What?"

"She could easily have taught you both at the same time," you explained.

"She just wanted to be alone with him."

He seemed to agree with your words, humming slowly. His voice vibrated a bit, making you almost shiver.

"Well my brother doesn't seem to mind," he observed as they had already begun with some breathing exercises.

"It's kind of funny seeing him fumble."

You responded with a giggle before your tone became serious.

"That's enough teasing for now, let's get started shall we. Neteyam right? You confirmed, pointing at his chest.

He didn't seem to hear you, evident in the way he bent his body closer to you. His neck was right in your line of vision. You swallowed thickly at the sight.

"What was that?" He urged you to repeat, and you quickly tried to calm yourself before speaking.

"I didn't catch your name earlier," you explained, trying to not stare directly at him.

"Our first meeting was sadly cut off."

"Oh yes," he nodded, finally inching away from you so you could let out a sigh of relief.

"I am Neteyam," he informed you, before pointing in the direction Tsireya went.

"My brother over there making a fool of himself is Lo'ak. The littlest one is Tuk and then there's Kiri," he turned to his sisters with a smile and you did the same. They were currently splashing around in the water, showing off that they indeed had the breathing basics down.

"You have a very lively family," you told him.

He agreed. "A little too lively sometimes," he chuckled, and you locked eyes momentarily. A gap of silence filled the space between you, and you coughed awkwardly before turning away.

"Let us go to the shallow end before we start," you tell him, and he nodded following you as you led the way.

Once the water rested at your waist you both finally stopped, and you looked at him with a face that showed you were ready to teach.

"Let me ask first," you said.

"What do you find the most difficult?"

Neteyam chuckled at your words, looking down bashfully before speaking.

"Would it be wrong to say everything?"

"No, we all have to start somewhere" you assured him with a gentle nod of your head.

"I heard that you had difficulty diving. That tells me your breathing technique is all wrong," you gave him a starting point.

"How did you know that?" He asked, rubbing his hand against his neck.

"Ao'nung isn't exactly the quietest," you tell him, and a little frown etched itself on his features.

You didn't like it, so you quickly went to remedy it, putting a light hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, that comment means next to nothing coming from him. The first time we went diving without adult supervision he almost drowned," you whispered, even though the boy in question wasn't there to hear you air out his dirty laundry.

"Really?" Neteyam looked at you, clear amusement in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

You smiled back, your effort was not for naught.

"Yes," you nodded.

"We had to carry him back to shore. So don't worry, you not drowning means you're already better than he was," you let out a laugh, which he copied. You felt how his body shook as he did since your hand was still on him. And it felt a bit comforting.

"That's good to know actually, thank you," he smiled once more, this time showing his teeth and his squinted a bit as he did so.

It made your chest go so hot that you had to take your hand off of him and clear your throat.

"Don't mention it," you said, trying to hide your predicament as you also wondered why it was happening. But now wasn't the time for that.

"Anyways," you began.

"Let's do some breathing exercises."

*****

Neteyam stood more firm as you signalled the more serious start of the lesson. He looked determined even though he missed the feel of your hand on his shoulder.

He didn't know why, but he couldn't dwell on it for long as he focused intently on every word that left your lips.

"The reason why your diving wasn't the best is because you were probably focusing too hard on keeping your breath," you told him, looking right in his eyes.

"Am I correct?" You questioned, and he glanced down momentarily. He didn't like being so incompetent, even if he was learning new ways.

"Is it that obvious?" He asked, embarrassment evident in his tone, embarrassment that was only exacerbated as you batted your familiar eyes at him kindly.

"It is a common and understandable mistake," you assured, and he almost felt better immediately. Especially with the smile you threw his way.

Yet still, he did not dwell on the feeling he got in his chest. He nodded kindly and continued to listen to your words that sounded practised but natural. Obviously you've done this before.

"When we first enter the water the body's first instinct is to always mind the breath," he watched as you tapped at your chest to emphasise your words.

"But that distracts us from swimming, which is equally important. That is why the first lessons we teach here are breathing exercises. The lungs must be strong and practised so it may hold air for as long as possible. Without you having to think of it."

"I see," he goes over your words in his head for a second, they make perfect sense.

"So how exactly do these breathing exercises work?" He asked eagerly, his eyes narrowing in determination. The look made you chuckle, and he felt an odd feeling in his chest.

It was probably the excitement.

"I was just about to show you," you said, taking a step closer to him which shocked him at first. But he quickly relaxed when he felt warmth radiating from you, from both your body and the encouraging look you gave him.

He watched as you adjusted yourself in a firmer stance before speaking again.

"First you take a deep breath through the nose," you explained, demonstrating it right away, not once looking away from his eyes.

He followed your actions, raising his head along with you so as to not break eye contact he suddenly found less intimidating, but all the more interesting.

"Then you release through the mouth," you instructed once more, letting out the breath you inhaled with a downward nod to better illustrate what you were doing.

Again, Neteyam followed suit. Still not breaking eye contact as he did so. It was only broken once your words of praise reached his ears.

"Very good," your voice almost sang, and he looked down as a sudden heat reached his cheeks, coming from his chest that was acting up only moments ago.

You seemed none the wiser though as you went on with your teaching.

"Then we repeat," you grinned, beaming at him with pride even though he didn't do much. Though he wasn't complaining, giving you a thankful smile before doing the process again. This time without you.

"Doing this allows the lungs to stretch and trains them to hold large amounts of air," you explained, watching him as he continued the controlled breaths.

Neteyam's eyes were closed now as he did the exercises. He was still trying to calm the heat that overtook him, but although he couldn't see you, he could feel your presence floating around him.

"That's it," you said, doing your own breathing along with him now.

"Now, try holding your breath for a few seconds before releasing. Let my hands guide you through the timing," you instructed, now he had to open his eyes.

As he did so he was greeted by your smiling face again, and his lips parted a bit more than they already were. He had no time to atleast fake composure as you got right to it.

Neteyam watched and followed as you inhaled while moving your hands upward, keeping them paused above your head for five counts, before bringing them down as you exhaled.

This time he only looked at your hands, fearing that that foreign emotion would come over him again if he looked anywhere else. He thought he was doing good at concealing his struggle, but that all came crashing down when you let out a disappointing sounded hum.

"You seem a little stiff," you commented out loud, and your hands moved away from his view. He followed them and his eyes almost popped out of his skull when he watched them now hover over his chest.

"May I?" You asked, and he could only nod before gulping down thickly when your warm slightly damp hands rested instantly on him.

The heat in him grew tenfold, and had crept all the way up to his ears.

"I see, your heart is beating very fast. This makes it harder to control breath," you tell him, as if he didn't feel it himself.

"Sorry," he pushed the word out of his throat, feeling you lift your head to look at his face and he felt obligated to look at you too.

He didn't want to seem rude.

Neteyam tried to keep his face as neutral as possible while looking at you. But even that he couldn't do as he watched concern crumple your features.

"It's okay to be nervous," you said, patting down on his chest gently in an effort to comfort him. You were completely unaware of what your actions were doing. And honestly, he also kind of was.

"The act of holding one's breath in the water can be daunting at first," your voice came, now in a whisper since you both were so close now.

"I will be with you through every step, do not worry. Just try to calm yourself," you instructed, your hands moving to his back now so you could rub it gently. Again, in an effort to calm him.

Neteyam would have lost it then in there if your actions had continued for longer, but a yell coming from the deeper part of the water caught your attention and had your hands dropping from his body.

"Angelfish, What are you doing wasting your time with this forest boy?" the yell morphed into a voice.

It was Ao'nung, swimming to where Neteyam stood with you. And even if his words were uncalled for, Neteyam couldn't help but silently thank him as he now had a moment to settle himself.

*****

"I'm sure he'd much rather be off climbing trees than swimming," the Metkayinan boy teased now at your side.

"Shut up, kelp breath," you quickly came to Neteyam's defence, nudging the taller boy's shoulder.

"I'm only doing your job. Which honestly is a relief since you'd more likely teach drowning than swimming," you stuck your tongue out at him. This made him roll his eyes.

"That was years ago, get over it. I can swim circles around the both of you," Ao'nung smirked, proving his point by raising his hand, showing that he was holding a couple starberries.

Gasping at the sight, you looked down at your hip to see that your pouch was now open.

"Hey," you growled, trying to grab the berries back from him, but he was already swimming away.

"It would be okay if you helped me pick those skxawng!" You yelled as he swam backwards to the deeper water.

"Sorry angelfish!" Ao'nung yelled back, a smirk still playing on his lips.

"Maybe you should be a bit quicker."

With that he finally disappeared into the water, swimming off to Eywa knows where.

You watched the splashing water he left in his wake with narrowed eyes, but it was obviously all an act as you sighed fondly and retied your pouch close.

"It's always the same with him," you said, more to yourself than the boy beside you. Who was now eyeing you with a confused expression.

"Don't mind him alright," you quickly explain, waving your hand in a dismissive motion.

"Angelfish?" Neteyam repeated Ao'nung's nickname for you and you almost froze.

"Sometimes the water just gets to his big head."

Still he looked confused.

It sounded so different coming from his lips, but you quickly shook away the shock.

"Oh, don't mind that either," you tried to brush it all aside.

"He's been calling me that for forever. Ever since we saved him from drowning actually."

"Really?" Neteyam raised his brow bone, and you don't know why but you got defensive.

"Yes, it is all playful nonsense. Let's not dwell on it," you put your hands on your hips

"You still have exercises to do."

*****

As eclipse came the Sully family were able to almost hold their own in the water. They basically had the breathing techniques down and only really had to work on their swimming.

So you decided to end the day on a good note with you and the now Sullies walking home together after bidding goodbye to Tsireya who lived on the other side of the island. Since you and the newcomers lived so close to eachother it just made sense.

You were next to Neteyam as you both walked peacefully across the wooden bridges together. You two were walking ways behind Lo'ak and Kiri since Tuk had gotten tired and asked her older brother to carry her.

It was an adorable sight, that's why you were currently beside him cooing at the little girl.

"She seems to have had a fun day," you commented, smiling down at Tuk who had her cheek squished into Netayam's strong shoulder.

"Very, she's even drooling on me," he laughed, adjusting the girl in his hold and placing a small kiss to her hair.

You swore you almost swooned at the gesture, but before you could you noticed that you were in the middle of the bridge that connected your two houses. This is where you had to part, and Neteyam knew this too, giving you a tight smile.

"Thank you so much for helping teach us today," he said as he gently stroked Tuk's back.

"You probably had plans today," he gave you a sheepish look.

"It's fine really," you assured as you looked down at Tuk and stroked her hair. You completely missed how Neteyam smiled at the fond look in your eyes.

"I had fun," you finally looked up at him with a smile, which he returned.

"I hope to see you around," he said.

"Me too," you nodded and watched slightly confused as Neteyam covered Tuk's ears with one hand.

But when you found out why, you couldn't help but look down with a shy smile.

"Lo'ak, Kiri," he hollered at his siblings who were about to enter their Marui. Once he got their attention he spoke again.

"Say thank you," he reminded them, saying your name as he gestured to you.

And Kiri and Lo'ak did just that, giving respectful bows and smiles before you waved them off, allowing them to enter their marui.

You and Neteyam were left alone again, this time in comfortable silence that was only broken by your voice.

"I should get going now," you said almost sadly, and he copied your tone.

"Oh, of course," he adjusted Tuk in his arms again.

"Goodbye."

"Bye."

With that you walked the path to your home with a smile you didn't even put on yourself. A smile that your mother quickly noticed as she finished setting the table for three.

"You're home early," she said, pulling you out of your trance.

"Oh, yes. I got a little tired," you explained.

"I helped Tsireya teach our guests," you said fondly, and that's all your mother needed to hear.

"I see, so you were with Toruk Makto's eldest son," she said, teasing evident in her tone which completely ruined your mood.

"Mama!"

She laughed at your response, gesturing for you to sit at the table.

"I was only asking syulang."

part 3?