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pandorafairy · 1 year

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Secret Cove (Part 1)

Neteyam X Metkayina (oldest daughter of Tonowari, the chief)

Takes place before the last battle in AWOW

Neteyam is 18

Contains: alcohol and angst

“Let him go, Neteyam,” I say as Neteyam calls after his brother, angry lines creasing his forehead. Lo’ak’s retreating back glistens as he dives in the water. My little sister, Tsireya, dives in after him, a playful smile on her lips.

“Argh!” Neteyam growls. He whips around in annoyance and leans over the edge of the Mauri pod. He makes a clicking sound, calling for an ilu. He’s been so stressed lately; we both have. It’s hard being the oldest ones in our families.

But I’m tired of it. My eyes harden before I reach out and grab his arm. “Neteyam, please.”

An ilu swims to the surface clicking happily as Neteyam stiffens. The warmth of his bicep seeps into my hand. I rub his arm softly, trying to calm him.

“Lo’ak can’t get in trouble again. My dad—” he sighs, “He is my responsibility. If something happens to him…”

I pull my hand back. Neteyam’s shoulders are tense. His eyes dart across the water nervously as he unconsciously picks at his fingers. He needs to relax. A smirk grows across my lips. I know just what to do tonight.

“Come on.” I grab his hand before he has a chance to protest.

I yank him to his feet. He stumbles forward slightly, surprise flashing in his eyes. I grin at him before taking off through the village with his hand in mine. We’ve never held hands before. While we’ve grown close during his time here, we mostly just follow the rules. I’ve taught him how to hold his breath and to fish. Sometimes I’d catch him staring at me. Or other times, I’d hear him telling Lo’ak to stop teasing him about me. We often shared glimpses of annoyance, when our younger siblings did things they shouldn’t. We shared the same kind of burden. Understanding passes easily between us. Understanding and the shimmers of something else.

Now, it’s nearly eclipse and Neteyam’s hand is warm in mine. People are returning to their homes. I run quickly between different pods, the wooden floor bouncing beneath my feet. I duck under a woman carrying a tray of fish and spears.

“Woah!” Neteyam cries behind me as he ducks just before the sharp head of the spear can cut him.

“Children!” The woman scolds.

I laugh as I continue down the village, heading for the beach. I don’t need to turn around to know that Neteyam is shaking his head. I don’t need to turn around to know that he’s also wearing a small smile. He grips my hand tighter.

It’s dark when we step onto the beach. The ocean creatures glow beneath the smooth waves and the palm trees blow in the sweet breeze. I close my eyes and inhale the scent of my home. I refuse to feel trapped, not to tonight. Neyetam shakes his hand that’s intertwined with mine.

“What are we doin’?” He asks playfully.

I open my eyes. He’s watching me. His eyes are bright with interest but there is something hesitant in the set off his mouth. Like he wants to let go but is too afraid. Time for him to learn, time for us both to. I let go of his hand. Hurt flashes in his eyes but he conceals it quickly. He begins to stiffen like a soldier returning to his post.

“Follow me and find out.” I wink at him before sprinting down the beach. Neteyam’s mouth falls open as he looks around incredulously.

“Try and keep up, treehugger,” I yell behind me. I run right down to the surf and dive into the small waves. The ocean envelopes me. It’s warm against my skin as I swim away from the village.

Neteyam dives in behind me, his entrance making small ripples along the surface. I pause after a few moments of swimming to make sure he hasn’t fallen behind— but he isn’t there. I freeze. My heart begins to pound. This was a bad idea. I swim back to where we dove in, paddling frantically.

I look all around me but there is nothing but fish and coral. I shouldn’t have done this, what was I thinking? I start to swim up to the surface, ready to call for help, when something grabs my ankle. I scream, letting out a bubble of air. Neteyam grins up at me from the darkness of the water. I kick at him causing him to laugh before releasing me. Relief floods through me as I swim up to the surface, followed by Neteyam. The second I hit the surface, I’m no longer relieved; just irritated.

“You skxawng!” I splash him. His face glows beneath the dark sky as he smiles at me.

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t believe you,” I hiss and splash him again. I splash with all my might, sending water right into his nose and mouth.

“Okay, okay!” He says between bouts of ocean water hitting his face. He reaches out and grabs my waist. I stop splashing the second his long fingers sprawl across my skin. I don’t fight against him, I don’t move at all as he pulls me closer to him. My heart begins to pound. Our faces are nearly touching. He leans in, I begin to close my eyes when I realize he’s leaning towards my ear.

“Where are you taking me?” His hot breath hits the side of my neck.

A shudder runs through my body, I try to conceal it to no avail. He sees right through me. A smirk grows on his lips. I shove him, snapping back to my senses.

“It’s a surprise, forest boy.” I dive back beneath water and swim quickly toward the underwater cove. The cove belongs to my mother, or at least it’s her that found it. We occasionally have family meetings there, when we want to discuss things that we don’t want others to hear. But mostly, my parents and their peers use it when they want to do things and don’t want the children to see.

From the outside, the cove is just a large circular rock, tucked between colorful coral reefs. I swim towards it, dive deeper, and swim up under the rock. Blackness covers my vision for a moment before I break the surface. The water is still and warm inside the cove. A soft glow comes from the ceiling and spreads throughout the enclosure, like a starry sky.

Neteyam pops up beside me, gasping for a breath. He looks around quickly as though to survey where his new surroundings are and if there’s any danger. I raise an eyebrow at his apprehensive face.

“It’s just us here, warrior.”

He gives me a look before observing his surroundings more peacefully. His mouth opens slightly in awe as his cute eyes grow wide. “What is this place?”

“It’s my parents underwater cove,” I reply and begin to swim towards the small rocks that run along the small enclosure. “More like their hideout.”

“Hideout?” Neteyam questions as he paddles after me.

I pull myself out of the water and squeeze my hair, causing water droplets to drip down. I can feel Neteyam’s eyes on me. His gaze burns into my back as heat creeps onto my cheeks.

He jumps out of the water and settles down on a nearby rock. “Why would your parents need a hideout?”

I turn around to find him staring at me. His playful demeanor from earlier is fading. His flushed face is turning from lighthearted to nervous. “Look, I can’t get in trouble,” he says. He starts to get up as though he’s going to leave. I quickly walk over and push him back onto the rock.

He looks at me with raised eyebrows. “I’m serious—”

“No, I’m serious,” I interrupt. “You need to relax. You don’t have to be perfect all the time. We don’t have to be.”

“Tell that to our parents,” he mumbles under his breath.

I slip my hand under his chin and force his eyes to meet mine. I’ve never done anything like this before. My hand trembles slightly against his smooth skin. He blinks slowly, his gaze steady as he watches my face. “So,” he begins softly. “How am I supposed to relax?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I whisper back. I pull away from him and turn towards the wall of the cove. It’s damp and cool as I place my hand on it. I push in harshly three times until a little compartment shoots out of the wall. I turn towards Neteyam with a smirk. He cocks his head to the side.

I wrap my fingers around a wooden bottle and lift it up. “Drink, anyone?”

Neteyam’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head. “No, I can’t.”

I ignore his protest and walk calmly over to him. I sit beside him, the wet rock rubs my thighs. I lift the bottle to my lips and take a long sip. The alcohol burns as it goes down my throat. It’s a Metkayinan drink, made for adults, and special occasions. I’ve only ever had sips before, from my mother at celebrations or by Aonoug sneaking some for us. But tonight, I feel like breaking free. I’m going to make tonight a celebration in itself.

Neteyam watches me carefully as he chews absentmindedly on his lip. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Aren’t you tired of it?”

He doesn’t respond so I continue on. “Aren’t you tired of watching Lo’ak have all the fun while you clean up his messes?”

I take another sip of the bottle, taking my time, letting it sear against my throat and warm my stomach. “I know I’m tired of being the oldest, the most responsible.”

Neteyam reaches out and yanks the bottle from my grasp. He shoves it to his lips and swallows. He pulls it away and coughs before drinking more. I raise an eyebrow. Alcohol drips down his chin and onto his muscular chest. Damn, he’s hot.

He stops drinking, the bottle shaking slightly in his hand. He blinks a few times and looks at me. “Yea. I’m fucking tired of it.”

“Pass the bottle then.”

He obliges and I take another drink. We continue like this for a while, passing the drink between us, letting the alcohol drown out our thoughts. We don’t speak but it isn’t awkward, there’s a sort of peace between us as we listen to the sounds of the ocean, feeling completely isolated in our own little world.

I’m starting to feel a little dizzy. Warmth spreads through my entire body, and I can’t stop smiling, especially when I look at Neteyam. I think he feels the same way because he is swaying slightly and giggles each time I catch him staring at me.

“What are you laughing at?” I ask after he laughed another time.

He smiles, a small, sweet smile. “I’m,” he begins before looking up at the glowing roof. “It’s so beautiful here.” He looks down at his hands before meeting my eyes. “And I’m here with you.”

“And that’s funny?”

“No. It’s, I just, I didn’t expect this,” he stutters.

My stomach churns nervously. “Are you okay with being here?”

Alarm flares in his tipsy eyes. “Yes!” He scrambles off his rock and slides onto mine. The warmth of his body spreads through mine as our legs touch. He looks down at me, his face inches from mine. I turn my head, suddenly too nervous to meet his gaze. “I really like being around you,” he says, the smell of alcohol drifting off his breath.

“You’re drunk,” I reply, trying to act like his closeness doesn’t affect me. Like it doesn’t make me want to wrap my arms around him and press my lip— no. I’m fine.

He rolls his eyes dramatically. “You’re drunk too.” He pokes my side.

“Hey!” I try to swat his hand away but he turns his fingers around and wraps them around mine. My breath hitches in my throat as he slowly intertwines his fingers with mine. I look at his deep eyes; our stares cut into each other. There’s the fierceness in his eyes and the tenderness that he always has. But there’s also an undercurrent to his stare, one I’ve never seen before, one that burns, and makes my heart pound. My body feels alive in a way I’ve never felt before.

Neteyam’s breath comes out quickly and shakily. His hands tremble in my grasp but he doesn’t let go. I inch closer to him. My skin feels like it’s on fire, there’s a burning hole in my stomach. I want to get close to him. I want to feel his skin beneath my fingertips. I want to entangle my hands in his hair.

“Neteyam,” I breathe. I’ve never heard my voice sound like that. Raspy and— full of desire.

He groans slightly and leans his forehead against mine. “I mean it.”

I pull back, my whole body protests the movement. “What?”

“I meant what I said.” His eyes drink in my face. They trace every inch of it. “I like how you make me feel.” He brings his fingers to my face. He caresses my cheek, holding me gently, as if I were the most delicate, precious thing in the world. “Understood, safe, and free.”

My face breaks into a smile so wide it hurts my cheeks. “You make me feel that way too,” I whisper.

He smiles back at me, a relieved smile, as though he didn’t know I felt that way. How couldn’t he have known? His fingers trace my jawline, his eyes never leaving mine. I reach my hands up and place them on his shoulders. He shudders at their touch. The pit in my stomach grows. I move my hands along his chest, letting them roam as though they have a mind of their own.

His grip on my jaw tightens as he leans towards me. I meet him halfway, our lips brush against each other. He kisses me tentatively as he spreads his long fingers along the side of my face. His lips are soft. He is kind and good, and I adore him. I grip his shoulders. But I also want him, with a kind of want I’ve never felt before. I pull myself into his lap and wrap my legs around his back.

He jolts slightly at my sudden movement before using his other hand to hold my legs in place. I pull my lips away from his and place them on his cheek, then his jaw, and onto his neck. I kiss softly before sucking on his damp skin. He groans beneath me as his grip on my legs tightens. I leave a trail of kisses along his neck, taking my sweet time, listening to the soft moans he tries to hide.

Suddenly, he yanks my face up and kisses me, hard. His mouth is frantic, his lips collide with mine with a newfound urgency. His hand leaves my face and makes its way down my back. I kiss him back, tasting alcohol and salt water. He bites my lip and pulls it between his teeth. I moan before meeting his lips again. I entangle my fingers in his hair, pulling softly against his braids. A groan escapes from the back of the throat as we kiss. I smirk against his lips.

His hands continue to roam from my back to my waist and my stomach. They continue downward before stopping. I pull back and look at him. Our breaths come out heavily, mixing together in the small space between us. Desire burns in my stomach causing my body to throb. “Neteyam,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”

He shakes his head slowly. “No.”

He moves his hands from me. I go rigid on top of him. Does he regret this? The desire that was running through me runs cold. I move to get off him when he grabs my wrist.

“I want to kiss you for as long as I can,” he says. “But I won’t do more. Not now. You deserve more than something like this.” He motions to their surroundings and the empty bottle beside them.

I nod, feeling light headed. He leans forward and kisses my cheek before whispering, “Where were we?”

* I’m thinking about adding another part where Aonug catches them and then drama ensues when their parents find out. Would anyone want to read that? PART 2 IS UP!

*Also, this is my second fanfic so please leave me feedback and let me know if anyone wants to be friends!

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justlillythinking · 1 year

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idk where to put requests bc i barely ask for stuff on here but basically my idea was this. neteyam x human reader that is hella funny. friends to lovers type thing where he feels his responsibilities and stress slip away when hes with them. kiss kiss love confession type thing. gn or fem would be cool mookie

neteyam x human!reader imagine

1.7k words

warnings- sfw, mutual pinning, soft fluff, a little angst ? love confessions

also while writing this it was inspired by in love with you by erykah badu and boogie nights/all night by erykah badu

hanging out with the sullys is always interesting, from going on ikran rides to sneaking on missions. when lo'ak says that you should all go on a ride right before eclipse, neteyam is fast to object.

"come on bro, you know dad is going to slaughter us if we are out at eclipse, lets just go tomorrow."

spider huffs before jumping on lo'aks ikran. god, my brother is such an ass, sometimes i just want to slap him so hard he can't feel his face for a week. i give neteyam a look, us both understanding that the only way to keep our stupid brothers in line is to follow them and keep them safe. he helps me up onto his ikran and we take off after spider and lo'ak, soaring in the calm sunset.

after flying for 10 minutes, spider and lo'ak land somewhere in the floating mountains, neteyam and i follow after them. when we touch down, neteyam picks me up and sets me down; something he loves to do to remind me he’s 3 feet taller than i am.

“fucking skxawng”, i mutter under my breath. before i can even turn around to shoot him a dirty look, he picks me up by my waist with one hand, laughing at me kicking him.

“what was that you just said?” he asks, still laughing at me.

i shoot him the dirtiest glare possible, “ i called you a fucking skxawng, skxawng. now put me down before i rip your braid out.”

neteyam laughs and sets me down, walking away like i huff. we both eventually walk over to spider and lo’ak, sitting beside them and admiring the forrest. we all talk and joke around, laughing about stupid jokes and talking about rumors. we eventually get on the topic of crushes, me teasing spider about his growing crush on kiri, neteyam rolling his eyes like lo’ak complains.

“cuz, come on, that’s my sister i don’t need to know that you want to bang her bro. how would that even work anyways, a human and a na’vi??”

i sigh to myself, knowing what lo’ak says about a human being with a na’vi is true and that neteyam and i will probably never grow to something more than just being friends.

little do i know, neteyam is having the same thoughts, wanting and wishing we could be more than friends, when in reality he knows that kissing me is probably off the table because of my exopack.

the conversation between all of us dissipates as we quiet down, all thinking about different things. i stand up and brush my legs off before saying we should head back so we can be home before eclipse. neteyam agrees while our brothers sigh with “do we have too” and “just like 5 more minutes i swear.”

we eventually all start walking back to the ikrans, lo’ak and spider racing each other. neteyam and i trail behind, talking and shoving each other and laughing. i look at him, the sunset shining on his beautiful blue skin and as it gets darker outside his freckles start shining. i realize that my feelings are futile, but it’s hard to be around the most kind, loyal, protective, beautiful man and not get attached.

i sigh, realizing i have gotten caught up in my own head again. when i look back up at him i see him with a sad smile.

“what’s wrong?” i ask.

“it’s nothing.”

“well it’s got to be something, you’re not usually sad for no reason.”

he sighs and says, “really, it’s nothing. we should try to walk faster so we get back before eclipse.”

he starts walking faster towards the ikrans, making me jog to catch up. i grab his hand and stop walking.

“neteyam, please, don’t keep stuff from me. we are best friends, and when we first became friends you promised to always tell me what’s bothering you.”

“stop digging y/n, i don’t want to talk about it right now. i just want us to laugh and talk like usual right now.”

“just tell me so that i can help you and we can go back to normal.”

“i don’t want to talk about it.”

“nete please-“

“fucking stop y/n, i’m not going going to talk about this with you.”

i stand there shocked, not used to him getting angry. he walks off and i follow after him, confused as to why he’s so mad. i know i shouldn’t have pushed but it’s not like him to be so sad.

when we get back to the ikrans lo’ak and spider immediately notice that something’s off, seeing the look on neteyam’s face. when spider and lo’ak look to me i shrug and shake my head. it’s awkwardly silent before neteyam clears his throat and says, “ y/n, how about you ride with lo’ak and spider rides with me tonight.”

lo’ak and spider both whip around and look to me, about to complain about how it’s never been this way when i just shake my head. spider raises an eyebrow at me but walks over to neteyams ikran anyways. i walk to lo’aks, waiting for his to grab me by the waist to help me but he doesn’t. i climb up, and go to hold onto his waist, but i stop and hold his shoulders.

neteyam and spider take off first, lo’ak and i soon after. we sit in science for a little before he asks, “so what happened?”

i sigh, “he just seemed off. he’s been more distant and sad lately, but i guess that’s just a journey of him becoming a man.”

“yeah well he has been stressed out about the whole ‘becoming a man and choosing a mate’ thing. it’s not like there’s not 20 girls that would die for him to stick it in them,” he snickers.

“ew come on lo’ak that’s disgusting.”

“i mean, i know who im choosing when i become a man.”

“the hottest girl who wants me, duh cuz. i mean that’s skxawng has always been picky, but now it seems like he’s trying to always want what he can’t have.”

“what do you mean?”

“come on cuz, you can’t be that blind. did you notice when he started getting all whiny earlier?”

“no? i mean after we talked i guess?”

“and we talked about what...”

i pause, trying to remember.

“ummmmm we talked about how you wanted to bang that girl we saw that was healing you and neteyam’s dumb asses, we talked about how spider is never going to find a na’vi that wants his tiny ass but let’s be honest, him and kiri totally have something going-“

“no you fucking skxawng we talked about humans and na’vi, then neteyam got all whiny and shit.”

i pause, “so?”

“so who is the human that neteyam spends all his time with?”

i stop.

“you’re saying that neteyam likes me?”

“YES THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING AND YOU CLEARLY LIKE HIM TOO”

i blush and laugh, “ lo’ak, there’s no way he likes me. you said it yourself, he was like 30 hot girls lined up for him.”

“he totally does like you-“

“he totally doesn’t-“

“but you like him anyways. that’s the point, it doesn’t matter if you believe me or not because we all know that you two like each other.”

we ride back home in silence, i think about what he has said. could it neteyam actually like me too? is that why he didn’t want to talk about it with me? i wonder what would even happen if he did, it’s not like we could mate.

when we land at home, i get of lo’aks ikran and thank him for telling me. i walk to my tent and lay down, thinking about how this could change everything. i should probably talk to neteyam about it instead of just mulling it over by myself.

i decide to get up and go talk to him, even though i’m scared that lo’ak could be wrong. i mean, what if i talk to him about it and tell him i like him when he doesn’t even like me back? i stand by his family’s tent, not sure if i should go it on not.

while i’m standing there thinking, i don’t notice that neteyam walked up behind me. he taps me on the shoulder and when i turn around i see that it’s him.

“hi.”

“hey?” he says, nervously scratching his neck.

“i think we need to talk, i was about to go in and ask for you.”

“i told you i don’t want to talk about it-“

“lo’ak told me you have a crush on me.”

he stares down at me with wide eyes. i can see his cheeks turn purple as he blushes and he opens and closes his mouth, trying to say something. i grab his hand, my small one grabbing on to 3 of his fingers. i walk us over to my tent, thankfully lo’ak must have gotten spider to stay away for a little.

when we go inside my tent, neteyam looks so nervous that you would think i’m trying to shoot him. he starts rambling, “ listen i don’t know why lo’ak would tell you that because i don’t have a crush on you i mean, you’re my bestfriend that would be kind of weird right? i mean not to say that you’re not funny or pretty, because you definitely are but even if i did like you, i mean how would that even work, i’m na’vi and you’re human and we probably would even be able to kiss because of your exopack and-“

i cut him off, “neteyam, i like you.”

“you do?”

“yeah, i do.”

“but why me, why not lo’ak? or anyone else?”

i look at the floor, “because i don’t want lo’ak. i want you. i want your smile and how funny you are. i want to talk to you and go on your ikran with you. you understand me like no one else. i see you nete.”

i feel a his hand on my chin, guiding me to look up at him. he hugs me, my forehead on his chest.

“i see you y/n,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

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mikasadirtyscarf · 1 year

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Mending wounds trope but with Neteyam😭😭 like imagine..

He can’t stop looking at you and you can just feel his eyes bore into the side of your face. When you notice this he turns his head away immediately, causing you to laugh. “What’s so funny?” He asks.

“If you wanted some more attention than I’m giving you, you could have asked.”

UGHHH im such a loser for him istg

A/n: I hope this is what you were asking for. I think it has a little angst but it just mainly fluff. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

••••

Since the war with the sky people and Neteyam almost losing his life, you always wanted him by your side. The sight of Neteyam near death scared you and still managed to repeat in your mind. So, here you are treating his wounds.

Tracing one hand over his chest while the other on his thigh, looking up at him. He refused to meet your gaze and only looked at your hands instead. Just you seeing him in this state is enough to make him feel embarrassed.

He made a promise to always keep you safe and protected at all cost yet all he feels like now is a failure. Hurt that while he was dying, all he could feel was you and his mom's tears dropping on to his skin.

“I'm sorry”

You. Stop wrapping up his knuckles and look away from the boy and his apology.

“Don't be sorry for something you can't control”

Even if he got hurt, you saw this as a sign of strength.

He was your warrior.

“You just don't understand ___. All my life, I had to try to be perfect. Trying to make my dad happy. Always having to look after my brother and sister's… “

He paused for a moment.

“I made a promise that I couldn't keep and-”

“-Enough Neteyam" you interrupted him.

“I don't see you as a failure, nor do I consider you to be any different from before this war. You are still the one I love and will keep loving.”

“Just be you Ney"

Silence filled in the both of you. Both of you are smiling at each other like idiots. However, you get back on task and start cleaning his face.

“Ow! That hurts” the forest boy said, smacking your arm.

“Well, if you would stay still, it wouldn't hurt this much!”

Intentionally putting his hand on your waist while you clean his wounds.

He can't stop looking at you, and you can't help but feel his eyes bore into you into the side of your face. When you notice this, he turns his head away immediately, causing you to laugh.

“What's so funny?” He asked.

“If you wanted more attention than I'm giving you, you could have asked”

••••

Ty for reading this and I hope you all have a good day/night

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oakbuggy · 4 months

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hi hi! happy holidays, im a few days early of christmas but my wifi is so spotty i'd rather be early than late!!

i just wanted to show some appreciation to some more people in the community that I've found just so nice!! There are so many more people I wish I could've gotten to, I've just run out of time+ideas, but I really hope you know regardless how much I find u all a joy!!

@anemonelovesfiction (for ur wishlist!),

@hotdsworld (fanart of their Warm Me Up Fic),

@tallulah477 (fanart of their Hunting the Tawtute Fic),

@blue-slxt(fanart for their Tame Me series),

@justcaptiannoodles (u and tonowari because yes!),

@jakexneytiri(thank u for doughboy na'vi!),

@itchaboi-itchyboy (i did not forget about ur oc with anke'ti😤),

@xylianasblog (fanart of Getting High with Aonung Fic)

thank u guys again! happy holidays!

#avatarficmas2023 #avatar12daysofkinkmas #doodle #avatar way of water #jake x neytiri #neteyam sully #lo'ak sully #aonung #tonowari #OC #hopefully ill see yall again soon #lol pray for my internet pls

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lukes-castaway · 1 year

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Growing Pains

Neteyam Sully x Reader

Warnings: slight smut, cursing, angst, arranged marriage

Word Count: 7.5k

Notes: Reader is 19, Neteyam is 20.

"It's for the clan, 'ite."

Those are the words that leave air trying desperately to claw its way up your lungs. It's the morning of your nineteenth cycle—one that should be celebrated, but instead, you're here.

A warm palm encompasses your bicep, and your mother's voice which usually brought comfort now brings dread. "Everything will be okay, yawne. You will grow to love him."

Those are the words they leave you with. Your feet are like boulders as you walk to your corner of the hut, hands are like a hot coal as you shove things into a pouch. It doesn't take long for your belongings to be tucked away, and you wonder if anyone will be sad when they stare at your empty hammock. Will your brother stop when he comes to visit, and let his eyes linger on the space you once occupied? Will your father's ears ring when he walks into silence at the end of each day? Will your mother miss sitting with you near the fire, sides pressed together as you talk about your day? And your sister—would she miss your gossip?

You tell yourself you should have argued. Maybe kicking and screaming like a child would change their minds. Maybe it would deter the man they're handing you off to, but something in you holds back. It's the small flecks of approval you see in your father's eyes when you don't bark out a dispute. It's an emotion that you haven't seen in...well, forever.

Hunting was never your forte. Healing was never something you yearned to do. Blending into the crowd, however, was your best skill. But blending into a crowd isn't something that the daughter of a fierce Olo'eyktan should be able to do.

Your older brother often surpassed you when it came to being a good clan member. He hunted well, he was strong and gregarious with the people. Then there was your sister, who seemed to have every aspect of her life figured out. She was mated already, had one baby on her hip and another in her womb, and never seemed to do wrong in anyone's eyes.

It was obvious the way your father's eyes would change when he looked from them to you. Almost like catching sight of a bruised fruit amongst a perfectly ripe pile.

So when he tells you this, that giving your hand in marriage will benefit the clan, you find it hard to dispute him. It seems like the only way to finally gain his pride.

"I know handing your daughter off is not easy to do, but she will be treated well here. I give you my word." The Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya says.

Your father breathes out a laugh, "I trust that she will, JakeSully."

You wish you had argued.

Though the Omatikaya doesn't live too differently from your clan, everything feels wrong. The air feels too hot, the wind too harsh against your skin, and you just want to go home.

When your father stops walking, you nearly slam into his back, but you catch yourself just in time, and you only see this because you can't tear your eyes from the ground below you.

"This is my son Neteyam." Jake's voice is no more than a distorted echo in your ears. "My oldest. He is a good man, he will protect your daughter in their union."

Your stomach turns, eyes unable to focus on anything. A scream fights its way up your throat, but you swallow it down bitterly. You can't stop thinking about the admiring eyes your father has for his other children, and you yearn for that. It keeps your feet planted against soft earth as you're being traded—offered like a piece of fabric between seamstresses.

"Ma'ite," your father places a calloused hand against your back, "say hello."

Timorous eyes lift from the dirt, glancing at your father who holds an expectant expression. And when you finally allow yourself to meet the gaze of the man chosen to be your husband, the air gets knocked out of your lungs.

Your lack of oxygen is not due to the sheer beauty of the man in front of you. It isn't because of his broad shoulders and thick arms, or the neat braids that fall just above his pecks. It isn't the scent of herbal balms wafting off of him, either.

No, it isn't that.

It's his eyes. The ones that burn holes into your skin, leaving scorching trails as they assess you. It's the way his jaw clenches pensively. He's so intense that it makes you squirm, makes heat creep up your neck and into your cheeks.

It's the way he looks like he would rather be anywhere than right here.

And yet, something in you urges the words out. They're a meek sound, but words, nonetheless. "I see you, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan,"

He says the greeting back, voice strong and holding the confidence that you've lacked forever. You think then that he can see it in you. His gaze alone is calling you weak, pathetic, and you can't really argue with him.

You both stand there, children of renowned chiefs, yet you couldn't be more different.

Neteyam holds light in his palms. You can tell he's nothing less than golden in his village—his father even stares at him as such. He stands straight and tall, his body composed. You can only imagine by his build that he's a skilled hunter, impossible to beat in a spar, and he's probably three steps ahead in every altercation.

Across from him, you stand. You're half hidden behind your father, eyes bouncing nervously from the ground to his own. Hair falls over your face in a flustered curtain, and you don't bother to move it, either. Looking at you, it's obvious that you're nothing like him.

He's the sun. People stretch out under his rays of light, basking in it.

You're the moon. People grow tired under your glow, and they don't spare you a second glance.

Neteyam speaks up, eyebrows furrowing just slightly as he stares at you. His words dig into your skin because what he's really trying to say is that he doesn't want this, either. "It is for the clan."

And you look right back at the ground, eyes pricking with tears that you blink away before they can really surface. This is just a transaction, your father handing you off for the betterment of his people, and Neteyam's father accepting you for the betterment of his.

"I will do my best. As your wife, and as a member of this clan." You say despite the weight of speaking, and your father's hand squeezes gently at your shoulder in approval.

After all, approval is all you want.

Blending in is your best skill, and yet, you are a spectacle.

Harsh eyes trail your every move, and you wish nothing more than to sink into yourself and be invisible. You know word has traveled fast that the Omatikaya's beloved prince has finally chosen a mate. Their eyes hold the silent question, why you? You see this everywhere, even when you offer meek smiles to your watchers.

When you meet Neteyam's mother, you see where his intensity comes from. Her eyes blaze into your skin like his did, but you don't squirm, because there's something different about the two. Neteyam's eyes picked you apart, piece by piece, but Neytiri's do no such thing. She's intense, but her eyes give you comfort. You can see your own mother in her face—a fierceness to protect her children that no one would be able to hinder her from. You think she might see you, too, because her gaze melts into something soft and maternal.

Jake is kind. He's busy a lot, but being the daughter of a chief, you understand. When you do see him, you're shy. He chuckles a lot at your timid responses, but it isn't to ridicule you.

Lo'ak is quiet when you meet him. He's younger than you, scrawny and bashful. Heat spreads across his cheeks when you smile at him, and something about his awkwardness makes you feel safe. It's endearing, similar to the way Jake thinks of your gentleness.

Kiri is so warm and receptive. She's the first person that makes you think that things might be okay—that you may be happy here. Her careful hand holds one of your own and she says, "I think you and I will be great friends."

And then there's Tuk. The sweet girl smiles up at you so big when you meet her for the first time that you can't help the laugh that falls from your mouth. You crouch before her, allowing her small hands to run over your long hair.

She's your favorite, even if you aren't really supposed to choose.

For the first few weeks, at least one Sully is glued to your side. Rarely is it Neteyam, who claims to be too busy with his duties. You don't mind though, being away from his penetrating stare.

"What did you do back home?" Kiri asks you one day.

Soft moss kisses your feet as you walk, and for a moment, you imagine you're back in your own village.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you tell her, "I taught the children, mostly. I'm not too good at hunting."

You aren't sure why you admit that, but Kiri feels safe. When she laughs, it's sweet, and comfort blooms in your chest. "Neither am I."

Silence blankets the two of you. She's a bit younger than you, but she feels wise. She reminds you of your sister. And though the thought washes you with homesickness, part of you is drawn to it.

"Would you like to do that here?" Kiri asks after a moment. "Work with the children, I mean."

"I would love to, but I feel like I should do more."

"Working with the children is plenty, trust me." The Sully girl chuckles. "We don't have too many gentle souls here. Your presence would be appreciated,"

It's one of the few moments since you've arrived that you grin. Kiri smiles right back, her warm hand clasping yours. "You don't have to be so kind to me,"

"You are my family now, eylan." She hums. "I will speak to my father about you teaching."

"Thank you, Kiri."

The days begin to go by quicker, and your heart feels a bit of ease when you're thrust into caring for the village children. You spend the hours of the day teaching them, relishing in their accepting souls. They don't judge you, don't tell you that you're too quiet. They watch you with the only thing you've ever wanted.

Approval.

Evenings aren't so easy. Your stomach twists in nervous anticipation once the sun goes down, hands shaky as you prepare dinner. Your hut is empty apart from yourself until soft taps sound against the frame. When you swivel around and find Neteyam, that same breathless feeling always surfaces, and his same harsh stare is always there. The two of you eat quietly, even though the point of having dinner together at all is to get to know each other.

It isn't fair to blame him. You can only imagine that it's just as hard for him—accepting some stranger as a wife, solely for his people. He doesn't have to love you.

But you wish he would try.

You wish he wouldn't glare so much.

You wish the roughness of his voice would soften, just once.

You wish the smile wouldn't be wiped right off of his face when he lays eyes on you.

"My father says our ceremony will be in a few days." He tells you.

You try not to drop your glass of water, hands shaking. In a few days, you will be officially mated. Officially locked into a loveless marriage.

Approval urges you to speak. "Okay."

"I know that this is not ideal," His voice is gruff, even after he clears his throat, "but it is for the people."

You don't love him. You know that you don't, and still, his words sting. Because at least you are willing to try, willing to let him into your heart. The look on his face tells you that his own is under lock and key.

You wonder if it will always be this way. Would he come home every evening with cold eyes and stiff shoulders? Would you just be a womb to produce children for him? A warm body to sink into at night? Tears burn your eyes, but you blink them away.

"Right." You say. "It's for the people."

Your eyes fall to your lap before you're able to catch the crease between his eyebrows softening.

At your ceremony, it's impossible to blend in. The whole thing is centered around you and Neteyam, and the thought tugs nervously at your heart. You use the training you've been through all your life—sit up straight and poised. Smile when spoken to. Speak with confidence.

The last part is hard, especially when you catch Neteyam downing whatever is in his cup, because he'd rather be anywhere but here. People congratulate him, and he thanks them. But you know better.

His skin is hot when you touch him. Your bodies are practically pressed together during the ceremonial dance. You wonder if he feels your heart thudding so wildly against him.

Warm breath fans against your ear. "Are you having a good time?"

The question almost shocks you, but then you remember who he is. Son of the Olo'eyktan. It's his job to check on his people, one of which you are now. You tell yourself he doesn't really care, that he's just being a gentleman because that's what he is. Even though he often looked at you indignantly, he was never cruel. You think that if he wasn't forced to mate you, he might be quite nice.

"Your family has been very kind to me. This ceremony is beautiful," You say, hoping he won't linger on your evasiveness. "Are you having a good time?"

His ear flicks lightly against your hair, trying to catch the soft sound of your voice. "I'm drunk."

What you think he's trying to say, is that he's doing whatever he can to get through the night.

You truly look beautiful under the gentle glow of the Tree of Souls. Your skin looks so soft, so plush, and Neteyam almost reaches out to touch your light, but you don't notice. Your eyes are glued to your feet.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

No. You aren't, but you nod anyway.

Trembling fingers undo the knots of your top, then your loincloth and a nearly unbearable heat engulfs your face. Neteyam does the same with his own clothing, and his hands feel unsure as he leads you down to the soft dirt.

His mouth leaves wet kisses against your skin until your neck is littered with evidence of him. His fingers seem to grow more confident, wandering parts of you that haven't been explored by anyone but yourself. You say you don't love him, yet you careen into his touch. Pretty noises leave your mouth, only to be caught by his ears, and you hope he'll hold them there.

Kisses from him never reach your lips, because despite being together now—literally preparing to seal your souls for life—kissing you there seems too intimate.

Neteyam leans up slightly, deft hands pulling his kuru over his shoulder. He gazes at you, pupils blown in arousal as he waits for you to pull your longest braid from behind your back.

It's the first time you haven't felt so small under his eyes.

The pink endings of your braids twine together, making you both exhale with the new sensation. His lips are back on your neck then, and as soon as you tell him it's okay, he's pushing himself into you.

You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up, but apart from physical pleasure, you feel nothing.

This is a task for him. The final part in becoming a mated pair. It's just something he has to do, and it makes a part of your chest hurt. You tell yourself you don't love him.

You don't love him.

And he certainly doesn't love you.

He can feel your embarrassment, your rejection, and you know this. You try to push it away, but just like you can feel every inch of his being, he can feel yours. Still, you close your eyes, breathe in against his wide shoulders and let his scent make you dizzy. You focus on the noises he makes, the way he moves. Anything to avoid your own feelings.

When you both finish, he stills and allows himself a moment to catch his breath. The movements of your body feel like something of autopilot; standing when he does, slowly tugging your clothes back on, each of you with your backs turned to each other.

The wave of emotion that hits you does so harshly. You aren't sure what it is. Maybe it's the ache between your thighs, or maybe it's the loss of his body heat that suddenly makes you feel so cold, but your eyes begin to burn. You can't push it away this time.

One drop falls, and then another, and soon, you have your head in your hands and you're swimming in tears.

Your first time shouldn't have been like this. You shouldn't have been a chore, and Neteyam shouldn't have been one either.

Dammit, you wish you would have argued with your father.

Blending in is something you want to do right now, and you try, stifling sobs behind your palms. But Neteyam hears you. His head whips around, eyes landing on your crumpled body, and you feel their burn on your back.

He takes a hesitant step forward, voice holding trepidation. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," You breathe, "no, I'm okay."

But you aren't okay. You are so far from okay, and that's obvious to both of you. Still, you take in a deep breath and try and stop the sobs from racking your body. His hand is big, nearly engulfing your entire shoulder as he turns you carefully, but you can't meet his eyes.

He asks again. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." You step away from his touch, away from his intoxicating air. "You were gentle, Neteyam. I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying."

He watches you for a long moment. Your dainty fingers wiping away tears, chest hiccuping, breathing on the verge of hysteria. You're not okay, yet you tell him that you are. You downplay your hurt so that he won't feel bad. He doesn't even have to love you, you just want acceptance.

Neteyam knows the feeling all too well.

The man hangs his head, and his chest pangs with something unfamiliar. He wishes there was something he could do to make you stop crying, but his touch won't help. The feeling of you still lingers in his mind—your want to belong, your heart opening and fraying at the edges.

"I'm sorry," He says.

When you lift your head, it's him who won't look at you. "It isn't your fault. You don't have to apologize to me,"

He feels like he does. You're a stranger to him, but he doesn't like seeing you cry. He doesn't like the way your big eyes won't stop glimmering with sorrow. He doesn't like hearing your soft sniffles, or your hiccuped breaths. He doesn't like that you aren't okay, but you tell him you are anyway.

"Let me take you back home." Neteyam proposes quietly.

"Aren't we supposed to stay out longer? Won't people talk about us? " You ask, eyes widening at the thought of trekking through even more accusatory stares.

Most newly mated couples would stay out for hours, exploring each other, basking in their love. But you and Neteyam aren't the same as them.

He's the sun.

You're the moon.

"It isn't anyone's business." He snaps, his blazing eyes lifting suddenly, landing on yours. You wince at the roughness of his voice and he sighs before trying again. "People will still be celebrating. They won't worry about us."

You wipe your face, nodding. "I would like to go home."

Neteyam walks ahead of you, though not far. You watch your feet, missing his frequent glances at your trailing form. The hut is dark when you step inside, though the smell of something sweet fills your nose. You take a look over your shoulder and you see your husband hesitating at the door, shifting from foot to foot. It might be the first time you've seen him look so unsure.

"Aren't you coming in?" You ask.

His eyes flick to yours, slightly wide. "Yeah,"

"It's yours now, too. Please don't feel unwelcome," Your voice is so soft that again, his ears have to strain to hear you.

Gentle. That's the first word he thinks of when he looks at you. Because even after being forced to give yourself completely to him, even after feeling so rejected, you're still kind.

Neteyam clears his throat. "I'll light a fire."

While he does that, your silent feet stalk over to the corner where you keep your things. You're quick with changing, wiping your body down to feel a bit more like yourself. Even after doing so, the smell of him lingers on your skin, like it's a part of you now.

Orange light illuminates the space and you're glad for the heat that the flames give off, but if your mood could sour any more, it surely does when you look around your home. Someone has come in and placed baskets of fruit and sprinkled the petals of beautiful flowers over your floor. There are even petals strewn about your hammock.

The gesture is nice, but you don't want it. You don't want to be reminded of how backward this situation is.

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, chewing on the plush skin so you can keep yourself together. You feel his eyes on you again, burning as you swipe the petals from your bed. Neteyam doesn't look away until you lay down, body taking up the smallest corner of the hammock that you can. Even after that, he allows himself brief looks, and he knows by the tense rising and falling of your ribs that you aren't asleep.

At some point during the night, when sleep begins to embrace your mind, you feel him lay beside you. He does the same thing that you did hours earlier: rests himself on the edge of the bed to give you space. You still feel the skin of his back brushing yours, warm and soft.

You dream of him. The way he felt inside you, the way his lips felt against your neck. You dream of him taking a moment to look into your eyes when his own aren't so harsh. You dream of his voice telling you that you mean something to him.

The thing that wakes you in the morning is the sun. It's bright and higher in the sky than you're used to, making you squeeze your eyes shut harder. You feel the dull ache between your thighs, and it makes you realize that the warmth of Neteyam's body is gone.

It takes more strength than you would like to admit to swing your legs over the side of the bed. You find a cup of something herbal waiting for you near the fire, resting on a coal. It's still warm and you sip at it greedily.

You figure Kiri must have poked her head in earlier and left it for you. She's been such a kind friend ever since you arrived.

Soft knocks sound at the doorway of your home, leaving you to call out a welcome. Just the person you're thinking of walks in.

"Hey, eylan," Kiri smiles warmly. A cloud of serenity follows her as she enters and you breathe it in. Only when you breathe her in, you still smell Neteyam on your skin.

You muster up a smile, though only half of your mouth lifts. "Hi,"

Kiri isn't stupid. She sees the weight on your shoulders, the tear stains on your face. She settles a warm hand against your cheek and you lean into it. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay, Kiri." You tell her. "Thank you for the tea,"

Her eyebrows crinkle, bright orbs taking a fleeting glance at your cup. She takes notice of the orange petals floating around and the herbal smell wafting up with steam, and the corners of her mouth twitch upward. "It's Neteyam's recipe. He says it helps him calm down,"

And maybe you're oblivious, or just too stubborn to catch on to what she's implying, but you nod. "It's nice."

"I brought you some things," Kiri says.

You watch her as she settles herself on the floor, knees pressed against yours. Her hands dig around in her satchel and things clunk around noisily, which almost makes you grin. You're thankful for her. Kiri's energy is pure and sweet. Her eyes welcome you every time she looks your way, and she practically oozes acceptance. Maybe that's why you're so drawn to her.

"This is a salve to get rid of bruising. Works quick, too," She mutters, head still tucked toward her bag as she pulls out a jar.

Your face must fall, because she looks up at you with sympathy.

The skin of your neck adorns the marks of him. You smell like him. You share a home with him. But he doesn't love you.

"Will you help me?" You ask.

Her expression is so gentle. "Of course, I will."

Careful fingers spread the salve over your skin. She pays extra attention to a spot below your ear, all while you fight the memories of the night before.

It should have been special, but you cried after, and he looked at you with pity.

Kiri says your name softly and waits until you meet her eyes. "You will grow to love him."

You let out a quiet exhale, and Kiri can see your gentle nature right on your face. "I know I will. That's the problem."

"He will grow to love you, too."

The smile that appears on your face is devastating. You could explain to Kiri what you felt from her brother last night. You could explain to her the hollowness he held toward you, but you don't.

"He won't. He will protect me, he will give me children, and he will treat me well because he's kind. I will fall for him hopelessly and he won't know. I won't tell him. You won't tell him. I will cook for him, and raise his babies, and I will support him in everything that he does. But he won't love me. And that's okay." You say.

Kiri squeezing your hand is all she can offer.

Sure, you told Kiri not to say anything, but she never agreed to it. So when the tea you drank makes your eyes feel heavy all over again, she leaves you to rest.

Her feet are swift as she rushes through the village, jaw set in determination. Neteyam sees her before she sees him. The look on her face scares him, so he politely excuses himself from the conversation he's having and makes his way toward her.

"Tsmuke," He calls out. Kiri's head whips around in search of him, but it doesn't take long. Neteyam sticks out in a crowd. He's taller than most and he just has a regal air about him.

Kiri's gripping his arm before he can speak and then she's tugging him, and he's trying to ask her what's wrong but she won't listen.

"Kiri!" His voice is barely lower than a yell.

Still, she tugs, until they're in a private spot. "Eywa, I've been looking for you everywhere!"

"Why? What's wrong?" Neteyam begs.

"This is all a fucking mess, Neteyam, that's what's wrong." She groans. It doesn't take a genius to know what she's talking about.

It's the only thing anyone is talking about lately.

"You went to check on her like I asked?" Neteyam questions. Kiri rolls her eyes, and in return, he does too. "Well, is she alright?"

"Was she alright last night?"

"She said she was, but no."

"She said she was today, too, but no."

Neteyam rubs at his eyes in frustration. He's supposed to be calm, and well put together, but the man is coming apart at the seams.

All of his efforts seem futile. He only said yes to taking you as a wife because his father suggested it. It will strengthen the relationship between our clans, Jake told him. And all Neteyam ever wanted was to make his father proud, so he found himself agreeing, and before he knew it, you were in front of him.

You were there with your big, pretty eyes, and those eyelashes that grazed your cheeks when you stared at your feet (which was always), and your stupid hair flowed down your slender back, and long fingers fidgeted at your sides, and the soft swell of your breasts would rise and fall anytime you took in a large breath. When you spoke, you were so gentle that he worried he'd break you. He felt too rough around the edges, and you too soft.

Fuck, he was losing it.

"I think I hurt her last night," Neteyam admits. He feels like he should be embarrassed, but it's Kiri he's talking to, and she's his best friend.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, she started crying after we..." He doesn't want to see his sister grimace, so he edits his words. "She says I didn't, but you should have seen her, Kiri. She went to sleep as soon as we got home and we didn't talk any more about it."

"Oh, Neteyam," Kiri sighs like she always does when she knows something he doesn't. "You didn't hurt her."

"How do you know?" He pleads softly.

"She cried because she's scared." She tells him.

"Of what? Of me?" He's nearly whispering.

Kiri places a loving hand over his arm. "Scared that she'll go her whole life loving you and you won't feel the same."

He's too rough around the edges, and you're too soft.

Neteyam is supposed to be composed. Calculated. Three steps ahead at all times. But you have him so unfocused these days.

He spends a few weeks after his talk with Kiri trying to break the ice with you. Little things, like lingering at the door to say goodbye to you in the morning, or thanking you for the meals he comes home to. It's not much, but he's trying.

He thinks he could grow to love you.

He's positive, actually, because he feels this odd stirring in his chest when you speak to him.

There were women before you. They were usually just clandestine meetings in dark caves, rushed touches just to feel relief from all of the weight Neteyam held on his shoulders. There were women before you, but Neteyam didn't see them the way he sees you.

He wasn't afraid to break them.

He didn't pay attention to the small mannerisms they had. Not like he does with you.

He's supposed to be composed, but he isn't when he's next to you. Music is loud in his ears, he has a cup in his hand that he hasn't even sipped from, and there are too many people around. Neteyam usually enjoys feasts. He enjoys talking to his people, enjoys dancing, but he's so unfocused.

The skin of your arm is hot where it's pressed into his own. You're so soft, and you smell nice, but you aren't happy. He can tell by the way your mouth is pressed into a flat line, only breaking when you take another sip of the drink in your cup.

The people have come to love you. They smile at you now, eyes glowing with warmth. They embrace your gentleness and the way you treat the village children. They love you, so why doesn't Neteyam?

You don't want to linger on the thought too long, but you're past the point of being drunk, and your brain isn't cooperating.

When you stand, the loss of your warmth makes Neteyam flinch. He watches you sway lightly on your feet, watches as your fingers tuck a loose hair behind your ear. Your cheeks are darkened, eyelids slightly lowered, lips pursed. He wishes you were happy.

"Where are you going?" He asks you.

You're drunk, but you still find it hard to look him in his eyes. "I just need air. I'll be back,"

You need air away from him and he knows this, yet he still springs to his feet. He follows your retreating figure, flashes a glare to one of his hunting friends that whistles at the sight of you two disappearing into the dense trees.

You would be hard to find if he hadn't studied you so much since you came into his life. Your steps are silent and soft against the forest floor, his are rough.

When you finally come to a stop, he isn't sure what to say to you. He isn't even sure why he followed you, but he did. And now he's staring at your back and the luminescent freckles on your skin, and he's wishing he knew what you were thinking.

"What am I doing wrong?" Your voice startles him. It's the loudest he's ever heard you speak, the volume drawing him forward. He's emboldened by it, but the second you turn and face him, he stops. "Why won't you touch me? Why do you stop smiling every time you see my face? Am I that bad?"

A fleeting memory crosses his mind of the night you two mated. He was too drunk and you too sober, but now things have flipped.

You'd never speak to him this way if you weren't intoxicated.

He rasps out your name. He wants to explain to you what he's thinking but he doesn't know how. He doesn't know how to touch you without hurting you. He doesn't know how to throw himself into loving you because he's scared to disappoint you. He's too rough, you're too soft.

It's you who takes a step toward him now. "I promised to be a good wife and I'm failing."

You're so close. He breathes in your scent until he's dizzy, and his voice comes out in a mutter. "You are a good wife."

"Then why do you hate me?" Your breath fans over his chest. Your nose brushes against the dip between his neck and collarbone, and you feel his throat bob as he swallows.

"I don't hate you." His hands ball into fists at his sides, itching to reach out and touch you and all of your soft curves. But you're drunk and he knows better.

"But you won't touch me,"

He doesn't want to break you.

"It's not that I don't want to," He whispers helplessly.

Your head tilts up because, for the first time, you're brave enough to crave his eye contact. Your eyes trace over every freckle on his face, every scar, every crease. You may be drunk, but his beauty is sobering.

"Neteyam," Your voice is so gentle as you call out to him. He finally looks down at you, and his eyes aren't so harsh. "Touch me, please,"

You ask him to touch you, but you mean more. You want him to see you, to feel his heart warm when he walks into your home at the end of the day. You want him to want you.

He inhales sharply when your lips brush the corner of his. His fingernails are digging into his palm as your hands fall to his hips, your mouth grazing the length of his jaw. He wonders what you taste like, wonders what kind of noises you would make if he got to sink his teeth into the plump of your bottom lip.

But you're drunk, and he knows better.

When his hand clasps around your wrists, you think you may finally get what you want, but he tugs your touch away.

Rejection burns in your chest and your eyes sting with tears as he tilts his head down, trying to catch your evasive gaze. His large hand scorches where it holds you captive.

"I will not touch you. Not here, not like this. Not when you're drunk." He says. You feel like he's upset, but his voice is the softest you've ever heard. "Ask me tomorrow, okay?"

You want to be mad at him. You want to shove at his chest and yell at him that it isn't fair, but you can't. It's not his fault that you love him.

"Can you take me home, please?" You croak out.

The hold on your wrists drops. "Yeah, I'll take you home."

It's like the first night that you two ever spent together. You amble through the village, eyes on your feet, tears threatening to spill down your face. When you reach your hut, you climb into your hammock and Neteyam lingers by the fire.

Humiliated is an understatement. You just want to disappear, and that would have been so easy back home, but it's impossible here.

You hear your husband's feet pad across the floor, growing softer and softer until they stop just outside your hut. You should call after him and see if he's okay, but you can't bring yourself to speak. Instead, you shut your eyes and pray for sleep to come.

Neteyam has always loved the moon. As he sits outside of your shared hut, he lets himself admire the glow of it. It's his favorite thing in the whole universe because it's always there, always shining, always taking different shapes. Most people go to sleep as soon as the moon shows its face, but not Neteyam. He likes to bask in it, almost as if he has it all to himself.

He pictures you under the glow of moonlight. Soft, gentle. Beautiful.

He's growing to love you.

In the morning when you wake, Neteyam isn't home. You get out of bed and there's a cup of tea waiting for you by the fire. While you drink it, you try to fight your feelings of embarrassment and guilt. It wasn't fair for you to ambush your husband like that. You've said it for all this time—he doesn't have to love you, and yet you asked him to.

Maybe you aren't in your right mind as you leave your hut, an empty basket clutched in your hand. No, you definitely aren't in your right mind as you gather fruits and pretty flowers, and even a brightly colored feather to pile into the wicker.

You have certainly lost it when you set off through the village, searching for your husband's tall frame. And when you spot his broad back as he speaks to a group of hunters, you almost turn around. Only you don't get the chance, because it's like he senses that you're there. He turns, brows lowered, intense eyes searching the bustling crowd.

Part of you wants to look away from him but he's mesmerizing. He carries golden light. He was meant to lead the people, meant to be admired.

He's the sun.

"Are you alright?" His voice is husky and breaks you out of your daze.

Heat spreads across your cheeks. "I'm fine,"

Where did all of your words go? The apology you practiced in your head?

Suddenly your feet are interesting to look at.

"Did you drink the tea I left? It's good for a hangover." He says.

Why does he have to be so kind and make you love him?

"I did. Thank you," You say, and you mean it. His eyes burn on your face as you try to muster up the courage to speak again. He's incredibly patient as he stands there, never once looking away from you. "I brought you some things. I wasn't sure if you had breakfast, and I know you must get hungry training all day."

"That's kind of you." He says.

It's now or never. You look up at him before you can talk yourself out of it. "I also wanted to apologize. The way I acted last night was unacceptable. I'm truly sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Neteyam."

The crease between his brows softens. "It's alright. I'm alright,"

Silence blankets the two of you for a moment. He's staring at you, eyes like melted honey and you tell yourself that you shouldn't love him.

But you do.

"I'll see you later?" You offer quietly. The corner of his mouth lifts as he reaches out, his hand brushes yours when he takes the basket from you.

"I'll see you later."

He watches you walk away with a dumb smile, because, fuck, he's starting to love you.

"I know that this isn't ideal," Neteyam begins.

You're still embarrassed about the night before, especially now that it’s just the two of you in the confines of your hut. You still remember the feeling of his skin against your lips, and you're craving more.

Shy eyes lift from your hands, falling on his face for the first time since you apologized to him earlier. You're used to his hard stare. You're used to his mouth falling into a flat line, but that's not what he looks like now.

He's watching you like you've never been invisible in your entire life.

His shoulders are tense where he stands, hands clasped together. "I know we were both pushed into this marriage for the sake of our clans,"

You think he might tell you that he doesn't love you and he never will. You're just collateral. But he shakes his head, and that's when you see it.

The bright hues of the feather you gifted him, tucked neatly into a braid behind his ear.

"You're wearing it," You gasp.

The way your eyes sparkle catches him off guard. He's dazed by your beauty, and it takes him a moment to understand what you're saying.

"Oh," He mutters. His cheeks burn. "Yes, I hope that's okay,"

You're smiling, and he feels like he's under the glow of the moon. You're gentle and you shine, and you take on so many pretty shapes.

"I wasn't sure you'd like it."

Of course, he likes it. You picked it for him.

"I do."

He can't remember the speech he was about to give about growing to love you, because he likes the way you tuck a piece of your hair behind your big ear. He likes the way you look down, suddenly shy. He likes the way that you're soft and smoothing out his rough edges.

"Would you like me to ask you now?" You're nearly whispering, and it's a shame that you're looking at your feet, because the smile that splits his face glows like the sun.

He steps toward you. "Yes, please."

Your chest would brush against him if you took a deep inhale, but he makes you breathless. "Touch me, please?"

Neteyam is supposed to be composed, but he isn't when he's this close to you.

His palms are rough and warm when they pull you in by the hips. They mold around your curves like Eywa carved them just for you.

He's the sun.

You're the moon.

Time just wouldn't exist without the two of you.

His lips are soft against the spot below your ear. It's his favorite place because you feel like silk there. He leaves a trail of kisses across your cheekbone, on the button of your nose, before he hovers over your lips.

"Would you like me to touch you here?" He murmurs.

You want him everywhere, but you're breathless. All you can do is nod.

He delves forward. You're so warm, and your lips are even softer than the skin below your ear, and now he knows what you taste like.

You're the sweetest fruit he's ever bitten. He'll go his whole life craving you.

It takes a while before you both pull away for air. Your hands fall against his chest, feeling the rumble of his light laughter.

When you look up at him, you can't believe you ever found him so intimidating. You can't believe that you ever thought he hated you, because he's looking at you like you're the best thing he's ever had.

And you are.

"I know that this was chosen for us. I know that I said this was for the clan," He says.

It was for the clan, but now he loves you.

"But?" You urge him gently.

"But I want to do this for us. I want all of you. I want all of your secrets, the good and the bad. I want to come home to you every night, and I want to take care of the people with you. I want to tell everyone what you mean to me." He proclaims.

You smile, eyes glimmering with happiness. "You have me."

He's yours.

You're his.

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It’s You

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Fluff, kissing, angst, touching, grinding

~Proofread?-no

~Summary- Sun boyfriend x moon girlfriend!!

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Neteyam met you when you were both thirteen. You were by the water trying to catch a fish with your bare hands. You laughed as you played around, his eyes staring at you with curiosity.

Didn't you know that wasn't an efficient way to get a fish? He came closer, though your back was still towards him. He had his bow in hand and was trying to help you out. “Maybe I could help you out!” you turned quickly glaring at the boy. “I don’t need a boy's help,” you continued back at trying to get a fish, “oh.”

Neteyam stared at you more, “Well are you gonna leave?” you looked at him to which he shook his head, “I can't leave you out here by yourself!” you scoffed, “I can take care of myself just fine,” as you turned you tripped over yourself, but as you fell Neteyam quickly grabbed you.

You both looked at each other, not making a sound before you got out of his arms. “Did my brother send you?” you titled your head, “if he did, you don't have to stay.”

Neteyam smiled, “Nope! No one sent me I just wanna stay,” He didn't know why he wanted to stay with the girl, but he wanted to make sure she was okay. You crossed your arms looking at him, “Fine you can stay,” Neteyam smiled, “but you have to listen to everything I say!” You smiled big as you expected him to say no, “That's fine!”

“So what are you gonna do?” he said as he came up next to you, “well I wanted to go deeper into the forest!” you started walking quickly, “Wait up!” Neteyam tried matching your pace, “I wanna make a pretty bracelet, like the ones my mom always wears. But the beads are a little further out!”

You smiled thinking about the bracelet, “why not have your mom or dad get the beads?” you shook your head, “they can't, they are helping my sister.”

Neteyam nodded, “And the rest of my family are too busy helping her to notice me, so i’m going to get them myself,” you started playing with the flowers around you, “what's your name?” Neteyam asked as he watched you, “[Y/n], what's yours?”

“Neteyam,” you nodded, “cool,” you both kept walking till you finally stopped, “Right there do you see them?” you smiled big as Neteyam’s eyes sparkled at the colorful beads, “Since I was so gracious and let you tag along, you go get them!”

Neteyam shrugged, “That's okay with me,” you watched as he carefully stepped over rocks, as the beads you wanted were on high trees, and took a good climber to reach.

Although you were initially annoyed that the boy tagged along, you found him useful. You were by yourself most of the time, with your parent's attention on your younger sister. She was born, sick that's what you like to say. She was more prone to sickness, and that meant a lot of the time your parents were focused on making sure she was alright.

Your older brother, who seemed the only person to remember you, became like a mother and father to you. Though you saw him as overprotective, you knew he meant well.

“Be careful,” you said as the boy climbed higher, “when I get down you have to give me a gift for doing this!” you laughed at him, “Okay!”

As he kept going, you both were unaware that you were being watched. Neytiri and Jake were out for a quick walk when Neytiri noticed Neteyam in a tree.

“This boy is trying to kill me,” she said as she stomped closer, Jake right behind looking around to see if any of his other kids were there to see a girl. He immediately stopped Neytiri, “I think he’s trying to impress a girl,” a smile appeared on his cheeks.

Neytiri laughed, “Putting your life in danger is no way to impress someone,” she turned when she noticed Neteyam was down, he handed you the beads to which you smiled, “What's my gift,” you smiled, “What do you want?”

Neteyam thought, “I want to be friends!” Jake laughed watching the boy, “Okay that's fine with me!” you said before turning, “now you have to walk me home, that's how you treat your lady friends.”

Neteyam nodded, “I was gonna do it anyways,” as he led you back he couldn't help but smile. You were beautiful, his eyes couldn't leave you. He kept wondering where you’ve been his whole life.

“Is there something on me?” you laughed as you approached where your family slept. Neteyam shook his head, “No, there's nothing on you,” you then titled your head, “Then why are you staring so hard?”

You laughed harder as you realized the blush appeared on his cheeks. “You're cute, Teyem!” you noticed your brother coming and sighed, “I have to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow?” Neteyam nodded, “Of course!” you smiled before turning around but facing the boy again and kissing his cheek, “bye Neteyam!” you ran towards your brother as the boy stood there smiling.

“Who was that?” Your brother, Alo, said as he watched the boy walk away, “my friend,” you said as you sat down and started getting the beads ready, “the chief’s son wants to be friends with you?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?” you loved your brother but sometimes he could be so annoying, “just watch out, guys don't wanna be friends with girls just cause,” you nodded, “okay.”

Neteyam couldn't wipe the smile off his face, the cutest girl kissed him on the cheek. He smiled on the way to his family, smiled as he help Kiri clean up, and smiled as he saw his parents come home. “Neteyam you seem happy,” Jake beamed as Neytiri rolled her eyes, “I had a good day, sir!”

Nothing could knock him off the tower he was on, “hm I see,” Neytiri said but before she could question more Tuk was in her arms taking her attention away.

The next day, Neteyam was forced to watch Tuk, though he didn't mind any other day, today he wanted to see you. “Do I have to?” he whined as he watched Tuk run around, “Yes, your mother and I have important business,” he sighed, “what do you have going that you so badly want to leave?” Neytiri asked the boy.

“Just wanted to hang out with a friend,” Neteyam said as Jake smiled, “what kind of friend?” Lo’ak ears perked up laughing as he saw his brother go red, “Neteyam has a girlfriend!” the boy laughed loud. Neteyam groaned, “Lo’ak shut up!”

With all the loudness, Kiri was the only one to notice your presence. “Hi,” the girl waves at you, “hello,” you said as you kept your hands behind your back, “is Neteyam free?” you said as you watch him argue with his brother.

“One minute,” she walked over to Neteyam yanking his tail, “you free?” Neteyam held his tail as he turned to yell but was hit with your face. You smiled as his eyes laid on you, “you free?” he faced his parents with begging eyes, “Twenty minutes.” Jake said as he watch the boy run towards you.

You both walked away as Neteyam grinned like an idiot. “Thanks again for helping me yesterday,” you told him as you stood in front of him, “I wanted to give you a gift,” you grabbed his arm before placing a bracelet on it. It had the same beads he gave you yesterday, and a sun gem right in the middle of it. “Like it?”

The boy smiled, “I love it! Thank you,” you nodded, “I made us matching ones,” you showed the one you had on your wrist, “I let you be the sun since you always have that smile on,” you said. “And I have a moon gem!” you beamed at the boy.

“These means were close right, like best friends?” you shrugged, “Sure,” Neteyam laughed, “Neteyam!” the boy turned and saw his mother, “I gotta go,” you hugged him, “See you later,” you walked away as Neteyam’s eyes stayed glued to you, you were perfect to him.

As the years went by, the closer you became to Neteyam. Wherever you were, he was close by, and the other way around. He was your best friend, he knew everything about you and you knew everything about him.

Your stomach moved every time he smiled, you nicknamed him, “Sun,” because his smile was so bright it made you happy. He was your everything and besides your brother, the only other person to notice you.

“Hey Mom,” you smiled as you noticed the bags under her eyes. Your sister has gotten worse over the years, “Nene, how are you feeling?” you smiled sadly, as the woman called for your sister, “It's [Y/n].”

She made a sad face, “Go check on her,” you nodded as you quickly went to, “Nene, how are you feeling?” you immediately grabbed a bowl of warm water and a towel. You smiled as you helped her up and started cleaning her, “worse,” the girl said.

“I’m only gonna get worse,” she gave a sad smile, “don't say that,” you said, “you’ll get better, you always do,” she shook her head, “not this time,” You knew she was getting worse, everyone knew. You just didn't want to come to terms with it.

“You can't leave, me and you still haven't adventured the forest, or picked berries that mom would never let us eat,” you rambled as you set the towel down, “you're going to get better and we’ll play together again,” tears fell from your eyes. “I need you, sissy.”

You didn't like talking about your family, it was a sore spot. Besides Mo’at, no one else knew how bad your sister actually was, well Neteyam did. You cried countless nights to him about her. How you wished you had more time with her.

That you feel bad for your parents and your brother, but Neteyam has always had this calmness to him that makes you feel better. “When you and Neteyam have children, you have to name your daughter after me,” your sister said softly.

You had gotten up to get her food, she had become so weak she can't even walk to have dinner with the clan. “What makes you think that we're gonna have kids?” she sighed, “he always picks you up in the morning, and you both have this lovesick face on all the time.”

You blushed as she spoke, “See, all I did was mention him, and you smile.” you nodded, “he is very cute.” as you both spoke your mother came, “Has she eaten?” you nodded, “have you cleaned her?” you nodded, “I’ve done everything, mom, you can rest.”

“No, I can't but thank you,” she kissed you on the head, “head out and go have fun,” you nodded as you decided to head to the pond. You thought about everything, you and Neteyam, your family. Neteyam was like your family, though your brother would say different.

He doesn't like Neteyam, you don't know why but he has something against the boy. “You could do better,” you groaned just thinking about it.

You were twenty now and could make your own choices. You’ve known Neteyam since you were thirteen and if Neteyam was, “Just trying to get in your pants,” he would've been done something.

You just believed your brother saw you more like a daughter than a sister. That's why he acts the way he does, but as your feelings for Neteyam grow the more you realize he gonna have to deal with just more than Neteyam stopping by.

“Hey,” you heard fast feet behind you, Neteyam smiled at you, “You were gonna leave without me?” he said dramatically, “I thought you had training,” you smiled big at him as he hugged you, “finished early,” his eyes looked into yours as he smiled.

“What,” you said smiling at the boy, “nothing your eyes are just pretty,” you giggled, “thanks,” you let go of the boy and started walking, “how’s your sister,” you sighed thinking about her, “not too good, but she spoke much more today!”

You tried staying positive, “what did she say?” you blushed thinking back to what she said, “she wants me to name my daughter after her,” you said causing the boy to laugh. Neteyam only ever saw himself with you, nobody could amount to your beauty.

To your laugh, your walk, the way you talk, or the way you move. The way his name comes out your mouth, the way your eyes sparkle when you see something or someone you love. Nobody could ever be you, and he knew if he ever mated with another, he’d be searching for you in them.

“Your daughter would have a beautiful name then,” you nodded, “yeah she said you’d be the father,” Neteyam couldn't help but beam. “Is that so,” you faked pushing him away, “She obviously knows you have great taste.”

You laughed, “That's enough,” you both approach the pond and you immediately picked up speed. Neteyam watch as you dipped your toes in, watched how your hips moved side to side. He most definitely was going to give you a child.

He wanted to provide for you, make you happy, and be an amazing father and dad. He wanted to be the best thing to happen to you if your brother would let him. Neteyam tried hard to make the boy like him. He was polite, he treated you right and brought you home every night. Neteyam didn't have a big ego, but what was there to not like about him?

He was the perfect person for you, so he thought maybe your brother was projecting. That's the only reason he could think of, “Gonna join me?” you cut his train of thought off, “of course.”

Though you both never said it, both of you knew you’d end up together. Even if your brother said no, or Neteyam was constantly focusing on his training. At the end of the day, you two were meant for each other.

You splashed water on him, “what's got you thinking so hard,” the boy smiled, “just the future,” you nodded, “scared?” the boy sighed, “Kinda, but I know I’ll be okay,” you stood in front of him, “I have you,” he said moving a braid out your face.

“Hm,” you got closer, “what if your parents find you a mate,” you always teased the fact Neteyam was meant to be the next clan leader at him. Cracking jokes about how his parents will find him, someone, if he doesn't.

“Guess all your Tsahik training would go to waste,” he said getting closer to you. “A shame,” you smiled, “a real shame,” Neteyam said before closing the gap. He grabbed you by the waist to bring you closer, you straddled his lap placing your hands on his chest.

His hand moved to your hair, as he broke the kiss. “Fucking perfect,” he said as he yanked your head backward, showing off your neck. As he kissed your neck, you moaned out loud. Smiling to yourself you started grinding down making the boy hard.

He brought himself back to your lips, “your beautiful,” he whispered. You smiled but that smile was taken when you felt Neteyam being ripped away from you. “What the fuck are you doing?” Your brother hissed at you both. “Fuck.” was the only thing going through your mind.

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Hey guys!! I’m so excited for the summer, I’ll finally have a consistent posting schedule!!! I’ll be posting next weekend, till then!!

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YAWNETU

CHAPTER 7

Tonowari x Ronal x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: With her arrival in Awa’atlu, reader seeks to find a sanctuary for her family, one that she may find in two particular individuals Warnings: N/A Word count: 2.2k A/N: Sorry for any wait guys! I’ve not been feeling myself lately, but doing good now! 🙈🫶🏼 Enjoy baes

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The reflection of the sun casted a nice warm glow onto the already lukewarm waters of Awa’atlu, the day was just starting and the Na’vi of the reef headed out to do their chores.

Ronal decided to oversee ___, become her teacher and show her the way of water. Of course anyone else could have done it but as a strange Omaticaya stranger who has had no real experience with the ocean, the Tsahìk decided to pay her extra close attention. Or so she told herself.

“Are you sure they will be ok?” ___ glanced back to where the elderly situated themselves with her babies, cooing and tickling their feet. She did not doubt the older Metkayina’s at all, but they were strangers to her. Ronal watched her from the deeper ends of the shore, the waters just touching her upper waist.

“They will be fine. Za’u” she beckoned the anxious woman over to her and took her tiny wrist, noting the lack of fins and feeling the bony edges of her arm. ‘I must remember to give her extras for lunch, she is too skinny’ her mind turmoiled with the thought of this sweet girl going hungry on her long journey, just to feed her boys, it took her back to the question on why she was really here. ‘In due time Ronal, in due time’

___ nervously waded in and fought against the soft currents, yellow eyes glancing across the expanse of ocean. She was not at all used to this, coming from the forest it was just rivers she swam in, avoiding the harsh rapids and only choosing to glide in calm, flowing streams. The Tsahìk looked back at her and smiled, it was barely noticeable but it was there, bringing the blue woman comfort. Then, they dived in, taking deep breaths to fuel their journey.

Ronal swam ahead, letting go of ___’s wrist and using her own arms and tail to propel herself foreword, hips shaking softly from side to side from the momentum. She turned back to sign “Come, just a little further” and watched with confusion when ___ only stared on with a blank look “do you not understand?”. Taking the lack of signing as an answer she shrugged and continued on, slowing down just a little and checking back once in a while. For a forest Na’vi she is breathing quite well.

The corals of the reef were beautiful and vibrant, colours ranging from greens to bright pinks. Fish big and small swam around her, eyes blinking in curiosity at the newcomer in their home. ___ stopped her movement, turning around to admire the sights she has never seen before and watched as the creatures of the reef circled her feet. Her grin was large and pure, heart beating just a little bit faster from nervous excitement. Unbeknownst to the Omaticaya, soft blue eyes watched her every move and observed how curious ___ was in her home.

Suddenly the mother of two felt her lungs constrict and knew it was time for air, she pushed against rocks to go up to the surface, breaking the barrier and gasping for air. Ronal’s head popped out of the water, second eyelids blinking back the excess salt from her blue spheres. “You have done well for a forest girl, but you must learn to hold your breath for longer…and to learn our language”

“Is that what it was?” ___ panted, “the movement with your hands?”

“Srane” Ronal nodded “We cannot speak underwater, and making noises like we do for calling ilu takes up too much air, so my people adapted, created sign language”

“Your people are amazing for doing that. The only thing we have done in the forest is create different calls and noises for communicating when we are on our ikran”

“And that takes skill on itself” Ronal nodded, admiring how their cultures are so similar, yet so far. It reminds her that at the end of the day, they are both Na’vi and Eywa deems them the same in spirit and soul. “Let us dive again, I want to see how far you can go. Then, I will teach you to breathe”

Time flew by so fast, the lessons Ronal gave her on ‘breathing’ took a long time to get right, posture was important, breathing from the stomach was important, calm mind, no racing heart. It was a lot, but ___ felt confident in her abilities to go under the waters for longer than she had. But in due time.

For now she rests in her marui with her boys, whom the elders say were a delight to take care of. Apparently Sylwaì and Syatxì both loved eating the fruit which was gathered deep within the forests of the mangrove trees, they were mushed and paired with various bits of soft fish which was chowed down in an instant. ___ observed the soft flesh of Syatxì’s belly and giggled, noting the large rolls and the slow rise and fall of his chest. ‘Sleeping so heavily, he has eaten his fill for the rest of the day’ she mused.

The padding of footsteps made her ears twitched, hearing the bounce of the netting outside and in front of her home, she turned and saw Tonowari looking in, holding various items in his strong arms. “I have came to drop these off for you, it is your first night here and we want to make it as comfortable as possible for you” he proceeded to step in and place some woven blankets on the floor, along with a basket of fruits in case she got hungry during the night.

“Irayo, Tonowari” ___ nodded in thanks, smiling at him. Sylwaì cooed at the man, taking note of him in the room and reaching out to grab him by his akula teeth necklace.

The Olo’eyktan grinned and held out his large hand, watching as only his finger was grabbed with the babies four fingers, he shook it gently and watched as the boy gave him a gummy little grin which matched his own toothy one. “He is strong for his age. A mighty warrior in the making. Him and my son, Ao’nung will do just fine together”

___ chuckled “maybe the old ladies were right about him being a warrior, a fierce hunter is what Eywa wills for his future” she turned her head slightly and noted how close hers was to Tonowari’s, blue eyes clashing with bright yellow. ___ turned her head back and coughed a little, ears twitching, not getting the chance to see the slight purple on the clan leaders face.

“Srane” he nodded slightly, Ronal was not lying when she told him the Omaticaya woman’s eyes were the nicest shade of amber on the whole of Pandora, rivalling even the most brightest of fish in the bioluminescent night. “Well, I will leave you and your sons to rest. If you need anything, please, we will be happy to help you” ___ thanked him as he left, sighing in slight embarrassment.

Oh Eywa, what was she going to do.

“Good morning ___!” One of the older ladies, Naola, called out to her as she walked down the beach towards them. “How are you and your little ones?”

___ stopped right in front of the group, adjusting her grip on her twins and smiled “We are good, Syatxì is hungry though, even if i fed him a couple of minutes ago” the mother sent a playful glare to him, the baby looking at her with wide eyes in return. ‘too cute’

She handed the two to Naola who cooed and wiggled her fingers at them, Sylwaì giggling. “Well, you best on head out to Tsahìk, she does not take kindly to late comers” ___ nodded, kissing the heads of her sons as goodbye and headed off towards Ronal’s home, as instructed last night after her lessons.

The Metkayina women was inside, grinding herbs and powders into a mortar. Her head snapped up at the cough ___ let out to indicate she was there, “Ah, you are just in time. Come, sit. I have decided to spend our morning today doing my duties, you will join me”

The blue lady blinked in surprise “Ronal, I am not Tsakarem, I do not need to learn”

The said Tsahìk shook her head, frowning. “No you are not, but Eywa sees potential in you” she then smiled slightly, blue eyes twinkling in the morning sun. “During my prayers, she has willed me to teach you, to help you learn. You were a skilled healer back with the Omaticaya. You will do well here”

___ smiled back “irayo…what are you doing now?” she squatted and observed the clay bowl and noted that the ingredients were different to that she was used to at home. Or her old home.

“This is to treat scrapes and cuts, one of our hunters came back earlier with wounds from the coral outside the reef. Luckily it was not life threatening. But it must be treated soon” Ronal turned back to her task and continued grinding the paste, adding more water and herbs when necessary. She glanced at ___ from the corner of her large eyes and watched the way her thin tail moved about in genuine curiosity.

It made her heart flutter just a bit.

“Za’u” the Tsahìk snapped herself out of her daze and stood up, walking out of the marui and towards another a few ways down where the hunter laid, talking to his mate. “Txatì. Your husband lives, he will be fine”

Txatì looked to her clan leader with glistening eyes, “Sorry, Ronal. I am just worried about him” she then turned to ___ who stood behind the healer. “What business does she bring?”

“___ will learn my work. As is willed by Eywa” Ronal saw the look Txatì gave the Omaticaya and decided to shut her down. Who would deny Eywa’s will? She understood the girl wanted the best for her mate and may have not agreed for an outsider to be in the hut with them, but that was no reason to be rude.

Fortunately ___ did not notice the harsh glance that was directed to her and immediately focused in on the grazes that adorned the man’s skin. “Does it hurt?” she knelt down and observed it, not too deep, not too large. It should scab within a week if he was lucky.

“Kehe. I will be fine, thank you Tsakarem” he nodded to her in gratitude for her kindness and hissed when his Tsahìk applied the cool paste into his wound.

Ronal gave him a look “you are a warrior and yet you cower under mere herbs” her ears twitched when the soft giggles of ___ echoed through the marui, pupils dilating. She did not dare look in her direction, afraid she would make her budding infatuation more obvious.

But it was noticeable to the hunter, who turned to his wife and winked slightly, speaking with his eyes. He remembered when he was the same with Txatì, giving her admiring looks but trying to act calm and cool whenever she was around.

Once Ronal finished with her job, guiding ___ on the pastes and the dangers of the coral that can come in and outside the reef and healing other hunters that came and went, she stood and nodded to her last patient and swiftly turned around and lead ___ outside. “You learn fast I have noticed” she turned her head back to watch her “let us go see your boys, I am sure they miss their mother”

They traveled along the ropes above the waters, bouncing slightly with each step. Eventually they jumped down to the beach, the sands getting in every crevice of their feet and leaving footprints when they padded along, searching for the group of elders who held ___’s children.

“Hey! Over here!” A man waved at them from afar, holding a laughing Ao’nung in his strong arms. Ronal grinned at the boy who made grabby hands at her, thanking Lìtxan who passed him over.

The mother brushed the little hair he had over his head and bounced him in her arms, watching ___ pick up her own sons. “Have they been behaving?” she heard her softly ask.

“Oh! No they have been terrible! Always demanding teylu every minute of the morning! Any more and they will sink to the bottom of the ocean!” Naola cried out in jest.

___ let out a loud laugh, blowing into Sylwaì’s little tummy “is that right ‘itan?” the boy squealed in happiness, feeling the love his mother holds for him.

The Tsahìk watched on with admiration in her eyes. Heart thumping in her chest. She understood what these feelings mean, she has the same feelings with Tonowari, she likes ___, really likes her. But she does not know her, not really. She still does not know why she came to Awa’atlu, to live among the Metkayina.

One strong thought plagues her mind though, one that would stop her from ever pursuing the Omaticaya.

Her mates, what happened to them?

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loaksbitch · 1 year

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stepbro!neteyam sully helping you ease your first time experience of heat and he offers to fuck you? — that’s right, you want it? you got it wc: 2.7k!

warnings – tw: stepcest, agedup!neteyam, angsty and fighting moments at the end? clit stimulation, pussy eating, fingering, edging? i think, neteyam tries to kiss you but you avoid him, dom neteyam, pussy praising, p in v, p penetration, mean neteyam, you panic at the end? oh gosh he’s a full package.

i just made my own gif and i’m proud!! you can use it btw :)

“point to where it hurts.” — neteyam sully (⨳)

you don’t know how you ended up in this situation but your step brother was in front of you, fully dressed while you were bare and vulnerable, displayed for him to watch every inch of you, his eyes glaring at you with lust.

you whine, looking away and ears folding against your hair. “you’re in heat.” the moment neteyam said it you couldn’t help but feel your eyes widen. “it’s your first time and it’s gonna hurt, baby.” he softly caressed your calf, the slight contact creating a tickling sensation and making you whimper.

you swallow hard when your bare sex pluses again, chest rising up and down so quick. your step brother looks down at you, eyes softening at your suffering state.

you need something, someone in you that can fill you up and make this pain go away. the seeping arousal between your legs was not helping neteyam calm down, especially when the scent was driving him crazy.

“wha…what’re you doing?” your breath hitches when your step brother placed his large hands over your knee, trying to part them open. “i’m gonna make the pain go away.” he nods to your heat.

you’re quick to shake your head, denying the fact you want him to stop it and fill you with his cock. “no, you can’t— we can’t. you’re my broth…” he snarls, nose wrinkling in irritation before he corrects your words. “stepbrother, princess, we are not related and this is fine if we both want this.”

of course you want this, fuck yes you do but he was your brother— well technically your stepbrother since you were adopted but doesn’t mean it was not wrong…right?

your legs are literally shaking, if it was not for the man above you holding them together you were sure you would be wriggling. neteyam would have stopped when you claimed this was wrong but the way you eyed him told him you needed him.

you just need a little pushing to fall from the cliff.

“i will make you feel good. you’re safe with me.” his words are oddly making your inside crumble, your ankle twists to the side and you whine when your pussy clenches on nothing.

“it hurts.” that’s it, right there? you’re coming back to him, giving yourself to the man telling you he is going to make you feel good.

“i know and i’ll make it stop, yeah?” you nod, biting your lips and allowing him to push your legs wider and expose your folds to the cold breeze. “where does it hurt?”

he was not asking you to show him where it hurts right?

you are silent, sucking a deep breath when his palm rubs the flesh of your inner thighs. “talk to me, best girl. where does it hurt?” you whip, eyes closing and swallowing hard to sooth your racing heartbeat.

neteyam always called you his best girl, he called you that when he praised you right the moment you perfectly hit the jackpot with your arrow or when you brought meals by yourself after going for a hunt.

but this time it was different, his tone was so gentle and silent filled with more than one emotion.

“c’mon, point to where it hurts.” he demands, waiting for you to show him. your hand slowly drops down to your sopping cunt, gently pressing on your clit and jerking at the feeling.

you never touched yourself and it shows, your stepbrother was so fucking proud to be your first.

“here.” you pant, licking your lips to wet them. “you want me to kiss it for you?” oh great mother he was so straightforward and it was making it hard for you. you’re so unsure when you nod, allowing the man that’s your non blood related brother to touch your most hidden part.

“words, pretty. i need words.”

“yes,” you gasp for air. “please!” your tone shrieks.

neteyam smiles at the approval, moving you to the bark of the tree and helping you lean to it. he scoots close to you, going down on you and his soft lips meets your calf as he places a kiss on your hot skin.

he trailed kisses, licking on your skin and marking it as his, you’re too weak to stop him. you gasp and lean on your elbows when neteyam gives you a long kiss, a sloppy wet sound smacking against your thigh.

he finally wraps his lips on your clit and your head drops back, moaning when he gently sucks on your hardened jewel and breath with his nose that fans against your pubicbone. your soft cries fill the dark forest, a bundle of tension filling your belly.

“feel better, pretty girl?” he asks, looking up to you from your thighs and your eyes almost roll back to your head at the sight. his face was so close to your heat that his breath was ghosting your folds.

you close your eyes, wanting more and whining when the thick roots of the tree digs on your back. “still hurts.” you mewl and neteyam smiles, you’re such a needy fuck for him.

“of course it does, you’re in heat, needy girl.” if it wasn’t the power he was holding over you right now, he would’ve been a dead meat. your breathing accelerates when you watch him get on his knees, hands sought to his back to untie his loincloth from his tail and hips.

“this what you want? my fucking cock?” neteyam asks, lowering his loincloth. you huff, the warm sensation between your legs becoming extra uncomfortable.

you don’t answer, too distracted by the way his slim waist tapers into defined ‘V’ line sits that are slowly coming to view. your small hand reaches out to help him, tugging on his cloth and making his eyes lock with yours.

oh so you are desperate desperate.

a cry leaves your lips when your stepbrother wraps his hand on your wrist and pushes them back. “what happened to using your words?” you don’t want to use your words, what if you say nonsense and ruin your bond as an adopted sister? you want him inside you and he was talking too long.

“now you have to wait…” the way his cock sprang put makes your thighs almost close. “y’have to wait until i get tired of fucking you.” he says pushing your legs wider, almost pinning them to the grass under you.

in instant, his fingers slide into you, catching you off guard and causing you to throw your head back to the thick roots on the tree you’re leaning on. “neteyam.” he was rough, thrusting his fingers in you with a speed that’s causing a squelching sound,

neteyam watches how your slick saturates his fingers, his other hand coming to your clit, the pad of his thumb flicking it and circling around your pink bud. he was so ambidextrous and caused the bundle of energy coming back to your stomach.

his finger fucks you furiously while bringing you closer to the edge much faster with the bonus stimulation on your jewl. “oh fuck, you’re clenching.” he tells you, eyes taking how your folds were shining with your nectar, thighs shaking and your right hand coming to rest on your pelvis when tbe pleasure it too much.

the ache reaches a maddening level, making you fist on the grass while you cry and ready to let go. it felt so good when the orgasm was about to hit you until neteyam completely stopped.

your eyes shoot open, bringing your head slightly up to look at him. your breath hitches with denial.

“we’re going to keep this up all night if you don’t learn how to speak.” he says, watching you twitch on nothing and shudder. “you’re gonna talk to me or yo irony get that.” he cups your bare sex, making your brain hood with pleasure.

his fingers slid in you again and you’re letting a low get long moan out. the feeling of your climax retiring back so quickly that you’re clenching on his fingers. you try to get off before he pulls his fingers out but he was fast, leaving you on edge.

“neteyam!” you cry out making your stepbrother smile and lean to tuck your hair strands behind your ears. “yes, pretty girl?” you bite your lips and moaning quietly, not wanting to let him know he has an effect on you.

“fuck me, please.” you mewl, making him arch a brow before he sweetly grins. “it wasn’t hard to say, was it?” you nod, humming. “please?” you just beg again.

“you want me to fuck you, sweet girl?” he was a tease, enjoying how your cheeks flushed when he was boldly using those words. he pants quick, dick twitching and sprining forth. “hm?” your didn’t notice he was parting your folds until his tip was circling your opening.

“want me to use you like a fucktoy until i want to stop?” you just don’t care, the heat was now dominating your mind and it was controlling you. “yes.” you can feel him smile. “yeah?” neteyam breaths, slightly pushing to your sopping cunt.

suddenly he was pushing into you without any mercy, not even waiting for your tightened to ease and adjust him. neteyam just fuck you, bottoming out to your hole down between your legs.

you’re roughly yanked to the grass by your waist, completely laying on the ground and spread for him. he leans and uses his one arm to support himself while to other curves on top of your head, so the roots of the tree won’t hit you every time your body jolts when he fucks you.

“you’re so fucking tight.” he moans, his fat cock stretching you when he draws and plunges into you. you just moan, he feels so good you can’t word it out. every time you try to say something it only falls out as a pathetic moan and neteyam only chuckles.

“can’t even say a word, huh?” he pistons his hips, drilling to your pussy and jackhammering you. this was what you exactly wanted.

suddenly he pulls out, leaving you bare and wide open before his hand that was shielding your head slides yoder your nape and brings your head up, bending you forward. “wanna show you how i slide into that sweet cunt of yours.” he moans.

your brows knit, lower lip stuck between your teeth when he slowly fucks his way into you. you try to throw your head back but neteyam only fists on your hair, forcing you to watch what you do to him.

his face twists, nose wrinkling with pleasure. “i have wanted this for so long.” he says, “dreamed of you every day, rubbing one or two out every time. you’re so hot when you sway your hips around, not even aware of who is eyefucking you— fuck!” he hissed, his airy whispers making you clench.

“fuck sweet girl, you feel so good.” you cry on his face, your breath fanning on his lips. “i love you, y'know right? your brother will always love you.” if someone days before told you, you would be fucking your stepbrother who was supposed to protect you? you would have gagged and run to tell your adoptive daddy that people were making sick jokes.

but now look at you? it was embarrassing yet pleasing.

he feels you tighten around him and neteyam groans, snapping his hips faster to make you cum. even the grass you’re laying on starts to loosen out from the ground, your back stinging when his hard thrust knocks you up.

“you’re gonna cum, baby.” he tells you, suddenly leaning close and aiming for your lips to kiss you. you think fast but not straight, moving your head to the side and not allowing him to kiss your lips. neteyam freezes on his spot, chest slightly stinging when you avoid him.

so you still think this is not right? i mean, how the fuck is this going to be right?

as much as he didn’t want it to bother him and tried to ignore the feeling by kissing your jaw and the corner of your mouth, he kinda admits it hurt like a bitch.

the pressure on your belly was unbearable, arching your back when it suddenly hit you. you’re seeing stars, cumming hard on his dick which neteyam loves the sight of. you are holding on to him for dear life, his biceps flexing under your touch.

you tighten on him like never, drawing the waiting orgasm out of him. neteyam cums in you, hot and heavy liquid feeling you up. “baby.” he whines, his voice going high pitched, stuffing his face with the crook of your neck.

you feel him wrap his arms around you, holding onto you and calming himself. everything clears in your sight now, blinking when the hood leaves your amber eyes. you stare at the dark sky, the other planets visible and knocking some reality into you.

he just came inside you? your tears suddenly bream, hands finding their way to his chest and pushing him away from you. the force from your arms roll him off of you, causing him to slip out of your cunt and neteyam stares at you with a wide eye. he was about to ask what’s wrong but from the look of your face, it was better for him not to speak.

“did you just cum in me?” you glare at him, your chest rising and falling. sensing the change of the lustful atmosphere, neteyam’s eyes drop down to your legs, watching his sticky release smeared across your thighs and your bare sex. he tries to open his mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

you’re trying not to sob in front of him when you get on your feet, almost falling down because of your wobbly legs. if it wasn’t for neteyam springing up and catching you, you would have hurt yourself. “do not touch me.” you hiss.

you fetch in your loincloth, sliding them and shivering when your folds touched your damp panties. you’re about to leave until he spoke. “we can solve it out…” neteyam was the worst when trying to calm you, like in every situation. “solve it out?!” you instantly bark.

“you fucking came in me, how are we solving this out?” you push him by his chest, making him stumble back. “we are in a big time trouble, do you understand neteyam!” you know it’s not his fault, oh it was not his fault that you wanted this, you were in heat and he was there for you, that’s it.

but you’re panicking and so worried that what will you do if you get preg– you don’t even want to think about it.

“it’s gonna be okay, mo’at wil—” was he knowingly making everything worse? “mo’at what? you think she will happily give me those meds after i told her me and my brother fucked?”

“stepbrother, we are not related.” he growls, “it doesn’t have differences, this is unacceptable!” your tears fall, you were blaming it on him and neteyam understood you. “please calm down.” neteyam pleads and you shit your eyes, as if his words worked in your system.

“i’m leaving,” you say, fully dressed from top to bottom. “please just don’t.” you push your hand out for him to stop when he tries to follow you while getting dressed too. “i want to be alone neteyam.” you tell him and he only bites onto his binder cheek before nodding.

you don’t even look at him when you’re turning and leaving, going out of his sight. and neteyam? he feels something in him break that night, he made you feel this way, now you two must face if any consequences will happen.

but most of all, neteyam realize something. he was falling in love with you, his stepsister that won’t actually see him like he sees her.

i don't know what i wrote, okay? my period is late, i’m sick, uni is starting soon again, my life is a mess. thank you.

i wrote this in like 58 minutes and im proud, i think i’ll do good for others too — likes + reblogs are super appreciated and i love each and everyone of you sm! smooches you all

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pandorascrush · 1 year

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HUNTING YOU

CHAPTER III : PLEASE

ALL WORK IS MY ORIGINAL WORK!!!

SUMMARY: The reader is a part of the Metkayina clan. She couldn't help herself as she watched and wanted Neytiri and Jake. Maybe it was because they were the first forest people she had ever seen. But she wanted them like a hunter wants its prey. Little did she know that they had also wanted her and were willing to hunt her if that was the only way they could have her.

WARNINGS: nsfw(18+), smut, minors dni, clit play, degradation kink, fingering, squirting, avatar/na'vi!jake, dilf!jake, fem!bodied reader, metkayina!reader, creampie, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dry humping, pet names (babygirl, dirty girl), poly relationship

PAIRING: jake sully x neytiri, jake sully x reader, neytiri x reader, jake sully x reader x neytiri

NOTES: My song suggestion for this part is… Cherry by Lana del Rey <3

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The first time you had seen Jake and Neytiri was when they had decided to fly their ikran’s above you mauri. They had been there for two days, but you were so busy with your duties that you couldn't bother yourself to go meet the forest people. From the news you got from your fellow na’vi women, they were just a family looking for a home so you thought nothing of them. The sun was setting and you had been weaving some baskets that you decided to make for Ronal for her medicine and herbs all day. You were crouched when you heard the cries of the ikran and couldn't help but look up.

At first all you saw was a blur of dark blue shadows that contrasted your seafoam blue. But as they landed on the ground you couldn't help but be mesmerized with the sight before you. Neytiri jumped off first, her strong thighs flexing and as she walked towards you Jake trailed behind. Her golden irises that contrasted perfectly against her dark blue skin, drew you in like a moth to a flame, you couldn't help but see into her. You couldn't help but feel her eyes drawing you in, as if you were tied by a cord being pulled towards her. Even as Jake spoke to you introducing themselves you couldn't bring yourself to break eye contact, the wearines behind her eyes transforming into curiosity. That very moment you had decided that you wanted that cord to pull you in as far as it would go, you would let it pull you to the very bottom of the ocean if that is what it took. From that day forward Neytiri also found herself drawn to you, visiting your mauri almost daily, needing to see you as you brought her comfort.

“His eyes are too small.” You all but pointed out matter of factly thinking about Jake. Neytiri couldn't help but crack a shy smile as it reminded her of the day she first took Jake to her home tree.

“His eyes are small, but he still sees as well as any hunter.” She said in a confident and proud tone.

“Of course he does, he made you his mate after all.” You couldn't help but say as you admired her beauty. You couldn't help but feel this small flame of attraction towards her start flickering at the base of your belly. Your tail swishes in curiosity and excitement, as you noticed hers do the same.

The kiss with Neytiri turned that small flicker of desire in your belly transforms into a fire. Even after fucking yourself infront of them as they attempted to hide wasnt enough to put out the fire. You had to see her again, feel her again. You wanted her lips against yours, and her hands in your hair pulling you closer. Of course you wanted Jake as well, but Neytiri was the delicious burn you craved now. You had to have her now.

Neytiri had come alone this time to visit your mauri. After her and Jake confirmed that you definitely wanted them, they knew they had to approach you one at a time instead. You were more confident in your approach with Neytiri, but you challenged Jake whenever he approached you. In order to set their plan in motion they had decided that Neytiri had to have you first, to establish and form the foundation of what is to come.

You had been inside busying yourself with baskets as you heard the familiar cry of her ikran as it landed close to your home. Like a rope pulling you, you immediately dropped what you did and bolted outside. As you watched her walk with confident steps towards you, you stood there ready for whatever she would throw your way. As she got closer you moved in on her, closing the gap between the two.

“Neytiri…” you all but whispered as she came to a stop in front of you. You couldn't help but lift your hands to grab onto her arms as you pulled her in resting your forehead onto hers.

“I cannot stop thinking about you y/n.” She lets out in a breathy tone. With those words you drop your hands to her waist and pull her chest to chest, nuzzling your nose into her neck as she takes advantage and nuzzles her nose into your hair, taking in your intoxicating scent. You trail your right hand up from her waist over her breast and let it rest over her heart, as she drops one hand from your arm down to the center of your loincloth and she lets her free hand rest on your heart. No words are needed as you meet each other in a rushed almost desperate kiss. When your lips meet it’s as if your breathing in air for the very first time, and as you deepen the kiss, you let both of your hands roam to her breasts, caressing them as one of her hands reaches under your loincloth and the other grips your neck pulling you closer deepening the kiss. Your mouths meld into one another as you both parted your lips allowing your tongues inside. With her free hand, she slips her fingers under your loincloth and starts rubbing up and down your slit, slowly at first as if trying to memorize the feeling of you. As she feels around she finds your clit in slow circles and you couldn't help but let a moan escape your lips.

“Neytiri please.” You all but plead for her to touch you more but she suddenly pulls away, making you suck in a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

“Come with me, I want to show you something.” She says as she pulls you backwards towards her ikran. You stop in front of it as she gently grabs onto your shoulders and gives them a light squeeze indicating for you to get on. As you climb on, she grabs the back of your thighs giving you support, but you felt as she let her hands linger on your thighs giving them a needy squeeze. She climbed on behind you, scooting up so close to you that you could feel the heat of her cunt radiating on your backside. She slid an arm onto your waist gripping you tight, and with the other her ikran.

“Hold on.” She whispered into your ear as she trailed kisses down your neck, making you throw your head back in order to contain yourself from moaning. You did the same, with one hand you grabbed onto her ikran, and with the other you grabbed onto her thigh squeezing it as you lifted off into the air.

You have ridden an ilu and skimwing, but an ikran was a new experience. The way you two flew so high up in the air made your heart soar. That and the fact that with every movement of going upwards, the two of you would involuntarily thrust your hips into one another. Not that you mind the movement, it just added more fuel to the fire you felt burning in the pit of your belly. The small thrusts, her breath in your ear, the weight of her on your back, and the squeezing of thighs just added to your desire.

You finally landed onto a small clearing in the forest that surrounds the outskirts of the reef. Far enough to give you two the privacy you oh so desired. As soon as you landed, Neytiri jumped off first, extending her hand towards you to help you jump off. Once you were on your own two feet you walked a ways away, and ended up in a clearing with enough privacy to make you two feel comfortable enough.

“I have been watching you, as long as you have been watching us y/n.” She said as she circled you, watching you like a predator. She came to a stop behind you and started caressing your body from behind, letting her fingers roam and explore your body as if trying to memorize all your dips and curves.

“And I have been desiring you from the moment I saw you, Neytiri.” You told her as you reached for her and stopped her in front of you. With both hands you brought her face to yours and met each other with a fiery kiss.

Hands roaming one another, needy and desiring each other until you couldn't take it anymore. Wanting dominance you parted her lips with your own lips and slipped your tongue into her mouth, to which she immediately responded by slipping hers inside your mouth. While your tongues danced for dominance you slipped your hands behind her back and untied her top which you let drop to the ground. She did the same and untied your top, exposing you to her. You broke the kiss and trailed kisses down her throat finally stopping at her breasts, and immediately took one of her nipples into your mouth.

“Yes ma y/n, please do not stop.” She moaned and intertwined her hands in your hair as you began to suck on her nipples. While you sucked on one nipple, you toyed with her free nipple in your other hand. Her moans became louder spurring you on as you alternated between sucking and toying with her nipples. You felt her hands lower and reach down, squeezing your own breasts in her hands.

“I need to taste you Neytiri.” You all but declared as you lowered yourself onto your knees. Once you were on your knees you looked up to and watched her with lust filled eyes as you took off her loincloth. Once it was off, without breaking eye contact you lifted her left over your shoulder and sent her smirk as you dove in. With one hand on her butt you used your other hand to spread her lips as you gave one experimental lick.

“Oh yes y/n, please don't stop.”She moaned, that's all it took for you to lose all control as you began licking her pussy. With your tongue you began to seek out her bundle of nerves, and you began sucking on it as soon as you found it. As you sucked on her clit, you used one hand to slip one finger inside stretching her out. You slowly began to thrust, and as you felt her clench you added another. Her moans became a song you never wanted to end as you sucked on her clit and fingered her. Her legs began to shake as soon as your fingers caressed the spongy spot inside of her. With your name on her lips she bucked her hips and grinded her pussy into your mouth, unable to stop herself from cumming all over your face. As she clenched around you, you slowed the thrusts of your fingers allowing her cum to drip all over your face and down your hand as you let her come down from her high. You lapped up every single drop of her cum, not wanting to let any drop go to waste. You slowly looked up and she began caressing your face lovingly as she sent you an adoring smile.

“It is my turn to taste you.” She said as she crouched to your level. She pushed you back onto the floor gently while she knelt in front of you. She spread your legs wide, kneeling in between them as she began to take off your loin cloth. Once you were completely naked for her, she couldn't help but sit back on her heels, and observe you for a moment. As she explored your body with her eyes, you imagine hearing the cry of a very familiar ikran, but you were too filled with desire to even care.

As if a switch went off inside her, she launched herself onto you, letting her body cover your own as she began a lust filled kiss. She slipped her tongue inside your mouth, tasting herself on her tongue spurring her on even more. She began a trail of kisses down your mouth, between the valley of your breasts, and over your belly, finally landing where you've wanted her for so long. She spread your legs open for her, and began licking up and down your cunt without stopping. She explored your pussy with her tongue and as soon as she found your clit, she began sucking on it gently at first. She wanted to take her time exploring you, memorizing you, but the sounds of your moans made her lose all control. She began sucking on your clit, and slipped one finger in you slowly thrusting. As she saw you cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples, she added another digit.

“Please ma Neytiri, don't stop.” You all but cried out, wanting to feel that sweet release. This encouraged her to lift both of your legs over her shoulders as she began to devour you. With this new angle she began to fuck your pussy with her tongue and she slipped one hand free, and lifted it to rub tight circles on your clit. Your legs began to shake as your wanton moans began to echo all over the forest. With her tongue thrusting in and out of your pussy, and her fingers rubbing tight circles over your clit, you came clenching over her tongue. Your moans as you came only spur her on, causing her to start thrusting into the forest floor, trying to find some friction to find some release. As you begin to come down from your high, she starts to climb over you, her mouth finding yours and you begin to kiss, tasting one another.

“I have an idea.” You whisper into her ear as you push her back to lay on the ground. You hover over her hips, and she reaches out to grip your hips and she pulls you down, your pussy landing over hers. Dominating you, she slowly begins to grind your pussy against hers, this new found friction making you gasp for air in between moans. You both start grinding harder, both of your clits begin to feel overstimulated as you grind into each other. Moans spill out from the both of you, as you feel the wetness from you both pooling and dripping down your cunts. You can feel her close to cumming but you suddenly turn around. You end up with Neytiri laying below you, as you hover above her. She seems to understand what you want to do as she pulls your hips back making your pussy hover over her face, and you end up with your face over her pussy. You're the first one to make a move and from this new angle you begin to lick her pussy, spreading her lips with one hand. You feel her tail wrap around one of your thighs as she uses both of her hands to spread your lips and shoves her tongue inside of your pussy. You’re grinding on her face while you begin to finger fuck her, when you decide to look up sensing that you’re being watched. And that's when you see him, Jake hiding behind some trees with one hand on his cock, and another leaning against a tree. He has his head thrown back and you can see how heavy his balls are with cum from here.

Neytiri told Jake of her plan as soon as they got back to their mauri. They had to pick a night where the kids would be busy and they would be able to slip away. Neytiri wanted both her and Jake to have you at the same time, but something told Jake that deep down inside, y/n wanted him to wait his turn. He also couldn't deprive his mate from having a taste of you, so he pushed the idea on Neytiri, insisting that this would be the best way to go about having you.

Jake had trailed behind the both of you slowly, as planned. He tried being as quiet as he could with his ikran, not wanting to startle or interrupt the two of you. Once he landed he went around the clearing where you two were, and he found the perfect place to view you from. It was behind some trees, not too far or secluded, but perfect enough to see the both of you. You two had already began fucking by the time he was able to get himself situated.

He could see you, straddling Neytiri as you began to assert and take back dominance over her. He saw as you lowered your pussy onto Neytiri’s face, and you lowered your mouth to Neytiri’s cunt. He couldn't help but move his loincloth to the side, and he began stroking his hard cock. He began squeezing from the base, moving his hand over his shaft as he watched you both devour each other's pussies. Watching as your face was filled with Neytiri’s wetness and cum, motivated him to spit in his other hand, wanting more friction as he jerked his cock. Now with his cock full of spit and with precum leaking from his tip, his grip over his cock became harder and his movements faster, causing him to lean on the tree next to him. Hearing the moans spilling from your mouth caused him to throw his head back, imagining it was your hand jerking his cock and not his own. He needed more, so he pulled his other hand down to cup his balls. With one hand he jerked his cock, and the other he gave a few hard tugs on his balls. He opened his eyes to see you both grinding harder against each other's faces, by your cries he could just tell you were both close to cumming again. He had already had your moans running through his mind, but he did not expect to hear what you said next.

“Oh Neytiri yes, yes, make me cum. I need you-you and Jake.” You all but cried out cumming all over her face again. He wanted to sear your cries of pleasure into his mind forever, he had to lean his back against the tree, his want and desire becoming too much, so much so that he had to use both hands to pump his throbbing cock. Your declaration along with Neytiri’s cry as she came made him cum all over his hands with a choked out cry, his cumming spilling down his hands over his thighs. He panted leaning against the tree panting as he came down from his high needing a motte to regulate his breathing. He cracked open his eyes and looked over to you, watching as you and Neytiri laid next to one another with legs intertwined. With this view of the both of you, he knew he needed to make you his next. You will become his.

Knowing that Jake is watching you only spurs you on even more. You grind your pussy on her face even harder, making sure her tongue reaches deep inside of you as you hook two fingers in her cunt and start thrusting. As you grind down harder, her chin starts rubbing against your clit, creating a delicious friction that causes moans to spill from behind your lips. You latch onto her clit, and begin to suck relentlessly as you pump her faster with your fingers. She can feel you clenching around her tongue, and she decides to rub tight hard circles on your clit as she thrusts her tongue in and out of your pussy. Her tongue and fingers become too much and you cum with a cry, uttering words you know will reach not only Neytiri’s ears, but Jake’s.

“Oh Neytiri yes, yes, make me cum. I need you-you and Jake.” You all but cry out loud as you gasp for air, your pussy clenching around her tongue as your cum wets her face. You want more of her taste so you thrust your fingers faster, making sure to pass over the spongy spot inside of her as you suck on her clit. You continue to grind against her face, drowning out her moans with your pussy as she cums clenching around your fingers as you continue to suck on her clit and you go to lap up all of her cum. You're both panting, and you momentarily lay your face on the inside of her thigh, catching your breath. Slowly you lift off of her and go to lay next to her, pulling her in as you both lay on your sides, intertwining your legs between one another. You taste each other all over your mouths, and you feel the cum from both of you pooled between your thighs.

“Ma y/n, I can never go a day without you from now on.” She says as she stares into your eyes and caresses your face.

“Then have me Neytiri, I am yours to have.” You declare as you smile and bring her in for a soft kiss. She smiles into the kiss but pulls away slightly as she stares into you for a moment.

“Ma Jake.” She says softly, but it is all she needs to say as you understand what she means.

“I will have him, and he will have me. We will have each other from now on.” Neytiri can't help the smile that forms on her face. Being mated with Jake brought her to the next level, but knowing that she will now have you and Jake makes her feel as if she will burst at the seams from joy. You can't help but feel happiness brewing at the pit of your stomach at the prospect of having a future with Neytiri, and Jake. You will have him, and he will have you. It is time that both hunters catch their prey.

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OMG THERE IT IS!!! You’re girl finally got some well deserved action!!! The reason I decided to split up the reader going with Jake and Neytiri, is because I do want people to understand that they have to develop their own relationships with one another. I want the reader to have an established relationship and connection with each one, and I feel like this chapter establishes that, and it gets you excited for the next chapter to come. After this chapter there are probably two parts left but I think I will have bonus chapters just for fun OR I'll post head canons of what their life is like being together as a trio. Down below I tagged anyone who asked to be tagged but if i somehow missed you, lemme know! As always, please leave some feedback and enjoy!

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