Hi! Could you do a headcanon or scenario of the effects Neteyam's na'vi mate has on him, like things she does or says that make him completely goofy in love, physical aspects of her he worships and appreciates, that would be so sweet please, if it's not bothersome ❤️❤️❤️
THE LITTLE THINGS THAT COUNT
Neteyam x fem!Omaticaya Reader
Word count: 3,5k
Warnings: kissing? Small make out?
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Before you and Neteyam had your first encounter, you had little to no knowledge of each other.
Okay, that´s not fully the truth.
Stolen glances have been a part of your and Neteyam's daily lives
The first time he had noticed you, was at the tree of souls. He remembers your soft and delicate eyes moving over the beauty of Pandora, the way you reached for your queue, and connected it with the Tree of Souls, the way your eyes closed as your ears filled with the sound of your ancestors.
From then on somehow you were everywhere where his eyes landed.
Your figure always catches his attention, his eyes on you like glue sticks to paper.
It would be a lie to say the growing affection was unrequited. You yourself searched for the Na’vi boy in every crowd you found yourself in.
Once you and Neteyam made your relationship official to the clan, nothing but happy reactions were thrown your way.
The warmth, that spread through your chest from the affection and love his family offered you, a welcomed feeling you’d like to keep.
Neteyam always knew that the both of you would be together one day, the moment you caught his eyes, he had to make you his.
Throughout your relationship, your bond only grew stronger, the love he holds for you growing every day.
One of the aspects he loves about you is the way you treat his family, the way you don’t judge four-fingered family members like his father, brother and sister.
Neteyam's feet touch the soft and fluffy earth the moment he lowers himself from his Ikran. The day had been long for him, his list of tasks was finally completed and no cry for his help ran through the air.
A sign for him to call it a day.
A sigh leaves Neteyam's mouth, preparing to be the next Olo´eyktan is like a rock resting on his already tired shoulders, but that rock seems lighter the moment you step into his presence. He lets his hands run along the warm skin of his Ikran, and a sound of comfort leaves its mouth. He chuckles, removing the string that holds his bow from its side.
He sets the things aside, fixating the weapon on his back and both of his hands are now filled with multiple belongings of his. Now walking back to the village, his Ikran takes it as it is and starts to hoover over the ground and flies away into the slowly darkening sky.
Neteyam watches him disappear but seconds later you pop back into his mind. The highest priority now. His steps quicken as his feet carry him to your shared tent.
“Y/N? Tìyawn, I am back,” he says, the smile evident in his voice, teeth glowing in the darkness of his home.
“Tìyawn…?” he trails off, only now realizing that the tent is dark, your nonexistent presence taking the light from his home. Without you, it is not his home.
He swiftly grabs the bow from his back and strips it off, letting it hit the ground with no care, he quickly emerges through the entrance of your shared tent and steps outside.
Seconds later, he finds himself standing in front of his family´s tent. His chest heaving in worry for you,
What if you weren´t here? If you were hurt?
But the worry is washed away when your laughter fills his ears, your laugh always eases his tense shoulders and let´s frowns on his face disappear within seconds. He used to joke about the hold you have on him, but over the time he spent with you, he realized just how much he appreciated you.
"No, no wait. He did what?" you laugh out, your smile reaching your eyes as you hold your stomach with soft giggles. Lo’ak sits across from you, both of you with crossed legs on the ground and surrounded by the rest of the Sully family. Neteyam’s eyes move over to you, your hands now back to being occupied with Kiri's hair as you braid it softly.
“I know bro! He’s such a skxawng.” Lo’ak replies, They keep on talking about whatever topic they moved to, the conversation blurs out in Neteyam’s ears, his eyes still on your form. If it were physically possible, his eyes would be heart-shaped.
"Pinky-promise me you will tell me if he does something like that again." You laugh out, well aware of the fact that you don´t own the extra finger like he does.
"How do you know what a pinky is?" he laughs in return.
"I just do." You smile, and in return, he holds out his little finger and you wrap your entire smaller hand around it.
“Neteyam! You are back!” a shrieking voice cuts through the trail of his thoughts as Tuk suddenly yanks at his right arm, he is forced to avert his glance from you and huffs out a laugh at her happiness.
"Tuk, I-" he starts to say before the little Na´vi that just clung to his arm starts to speak up again, now pulling him in the direction of you.
"Look! Y/N did this for me!" she says with a sparkle evident in her big eyes, pure delight reflecting in them. She shakes her head a little from side to side to show him her short hair which is now newly braided and equipped with beautiful orbs in different colors. Her movement makes them swing in the moonlight, the sun no longer framing Pandora.
"She did? It is beautiful." Neteyam smiles, Together they enter the warm tent, and your eyes are now finally pulled to him due to the loud words that left Tuk´s mouth.
Them entering the tent caused multiple greetings to be thrown the young Na´vi´s way, his family happy to have him back. But no answer can leave his mouth, not before he felt your warmth. Neteyam walks over to where you sit, your hands still occupied with Kiri´s hair. He takes a seat next to you and engulfs you in a hug, your back now pressed to his muscular chest, You huff out a breath in surprise at his uncommon actions.
"Neteyam? What are you doing? Your family is less than two feet away…"
"I just missed you, yawntutsyìp," he whispers, his lips finding their place on your cheek to give it a soft peck, You can´t help but blush at his close proximity. No one really seems to notice the exchange though, his family not paying much attention to the both of you, already used to the lovestuck pair.
"So, you did Tuk´s hair?"
"Yup, and now Kiris," you stated, popping the p.
"That is nice of you. I think my family likes you more than me." he chuckles and buries his head in your warm neck.
All you can do is blush.
Something that Neteyam admires you for is the way you can easily read him
His body language or simply just the sound of his breaths can tell you what he feels and thinks
Like, when his father scolds him for something Lo’ak did and keeps saying that Neteyam should have taken responsibility
The way his ears lay flat against his head
Or when his shoulders tense up
No matter what, you are always by his side and know what to say and do to calm him
"You´re the big brother! It´s your responsibility to take care of your siblings!" Jake shouts angrily, his eyes reflecting the opposite of his harsh words. The fear and sadness are evident in his yellow orbs. He could have lost them.
"I´m sorry sir." Neteyam apologizes, his head hangs low and his eyes trail to the ground that he currently stands on.
"You should be," he says, his strong words causing his and Lo´ak´s ears to flatten against their heads. While Lo´ak keeps his eyes averted, Neteyam´s head raises slightly, his eyes now finding you who stands behind his father with a soft look on your face. He can tell that you can read him like an open book, and the moment he will be dismissed can´t happen sooner.
"You are dismissed." the older Na´vi huffs.
Neteyam lets a breath of relief leave his lungs, ears now back up to be able to catch all the sounds that are created by his surroundings.
He takes quick strides away from the scene, and the second he leaves his position he is by your side. His hand grabs onto yours and pulls you away in the direction of your shared tent.
"Hey, hey hey hey wait up tìyawn…" you whisper, just loud enough to reach his ears. He stops in his tracks and closes his eyes. When they reopen his orbs are glassy and a frown forms on his face.
"I´m okay. I just need a minute."
"You don´t need a minute, you need longer, and you are wounded and in pain so you´re not going anywhere. Let me treat you."
Neteyam can´t help but smile at your words, you´re the only one who can always see through his act.
It is you that can erupt this warmth that spreads in his chest
No matter what you do or what is happening around him, no one can break his focus off you
He´s not sure, maybe it´s the way your body always seems to move with such grace and softness
The way the vibrant colors of Pandora's plants reflect in your eyes.
Oh.
Don´t get him started about your eyes. He could always look at them, the entire day, and not get sick of them.
He would never admit it if someone asked, but the fact that he is taller and all in all just bigger than you might be one of his favorite things
One sunny day, as you wandered through the lush jungle hand in hand, You stumbled upon a vibrant flower. It was a rare blossom with petals that changed colors, mimicking your own moods.
Neteyam went to touch it but you quickly slapped his hand away.
"No! Don´t just touch it! You don´t know what it will do if you make contact with it." you laugh, your eyes sparkle in the time of eclipse.
Neteyam stops in his tracks, his hand being pulled back with his own will to his side again. He can´t help but take a minute to admire you. Every day he is thankful to have you by his side, that Eywa has chosen the both of you to bond.
Your blue skin reflects the warm sunlight, your eyes always show this special spark that appears when he is near you. Your braided hair that is decorated with little colorful orbs, but no vibrant plant or shiny orb could get close to the beauty of your eyes.
"What?" you ask shyly.
"Do I have something on my face?" you quickly look to the ground and your hands touch your face, in search of any unwanted guests.
"No. No, I just. I don´t know, I like looking at you." he quickly replies, his thee-fingered hand cups the left side of your face, angling it upwards so he can look at your eyes again. They are big and round and hold so much love for him.
His stare never seems to lessen, you can feel the heat rise to your cheeks coating your face and parts of your neck with a purple hue.
A mischievous smirk appears on his lips, your eyes widening, already aware of what your lover is about to do.
"No, wait, Nete-" you start but are cut off when Neteyam quickly dips down and throws you over his shoulder.
"What was that? I can´t hear you from up here," he says, an amused look on his face as you´re still thrown over his shoulder. You start to kick a little and hit his back -with no intention of hurting him- in return.
Situations like these always show that the size difference between the both of you is huge.
Like, when you simply talk or walk with him, he towers over you
He loves it when you compare hand sizes
Or just touching his hands, they might be a little rough from all the work he has done but you don´t care.
"How about we compare hand sizes?" Neteyam states, complete out of the blue. You and Neteyam are currently spending time in your shared tent, cuddled up together in your bed.
"Why?" you laugh out, your face that just rested against his chest facing his own, a confused but amused look on you.
"I dunno, just thought it would be fun." he shrugs, his hand now moving towards your own. And now that you think of it, his hand is huge. Like really really big compared to your own.
"Oh…" you laugh, a small purple hue now coating your skin as he pushes his flat hand against your outstretched one. His fingers reach multiple centimeters over yours, his hand is almost twice as big as yours.
"You´re so tiny," he says with a smile and laugh, purposely trying to rile you up and get on your nerves. Although he loves annoying you and seeing that nose crunch you do everytime something doesn´t sit right with you, you won´t let him win this time.
"Well, being smaller has its good sides, you know, hiding from animals and all that." You try to defend yourself, your weak argument only causing his smirk to widen in return.
"But being bigger is still better."
"No, you need much more place and all that so clearly I win." you proudly state and continue on rambling about the positive aspects.
Neteyam no longer listens to your words, he loves your voice when you get competitive when it comes to your opinion on something. You and him know that this is all just a small bickering and small joke.
Everything that leaves your mouth is like music to his ears, your soft voice is something he could listen to all day. You keep on talking and talking, now a little less passionate about it, but even then you always pull him to you like a magnet.
One of the reasons why he was so head over heels for you, is that you always seem to put everyone's needs before your own.
And it seems to be that your feelings are required.
Sure, you guys got closer to each other and actually became good friends, but no one really took the next step.
Before you and Neteyam made it official, everyone around you seemed to know just how fond he was of you and you of him, like his sister Kiri, aka your best friend.
She used to tease you about it all the time, just like Lo´ak made fun of Neteyam for not having confessing to you yet, whenever the both of you are together and you get all shy and embarrassed.
And that meant they had to take it into their own hands to make it happen.
That one day, many days ago, you and Kiri sat by the bonfire, spending quality time with friends and family. The clan shared a feast after a good hunt. You laugh and joke the entire time, unaware of two eyes that keep following you wherever you go.
"Bro! You gotta get it together and talk to her already!" Lo´ak laughs and pats his brother's back with a little force, his body getting pushed forward a little by the sudden movements of his brother.
"No, I can´t do that, Look at her, she has such a great time, I can´t just barge in and force her to talk to me…" he replies, his head hanging low, aware of his aching heart that is seeking your affection.
"You´re overthinking big bro, common, now just- go-" Lo´ak pressures his brother and pushes against his back to urge him on.
"I just don´t think that today is a good id-" It seems like Lo´ak isn´t even listening to him as he himself stands up too and starts to walk with Neteyam, your direction obviously his new destination.
"Lo´ak-" Neteyam is cut off again.
Meanwhile, you and Kiri keep exchanging your experiences and the prior day you had, your difficulties and priorities when it came to your Clan.
Unknown to you, Kiri noticed the two Na´vi boys walking in your direction, and neither did she miss the teasing look on Lo´ak´s face.
"Y/N? When exactly are you going to talk to Neteyam again?"
"And about what should I talk with him?" you fired back with squinted eyes.
"Oh common now Y/N, you´ve been in love with my brother for Eywa know´s how long and haven´t made a move yet!"
"I have no idea what you´re talking about…" You reply, the fruit you were about to eat now long forgotten, the sudden topic erasing your appetite.
"You and I both know that Neteyam feels the same, he looks at you the way Dad looks at Mom, so don´t deny it any longer," Kiri argues, a knowing smirk on her face.
"Even if he did, do you think he would want to talk to me?"
"Well, looks like you´re about to find out." Kiri giggles while she raises to her feet and mentions with her head behind you, As you turn your head the view in front of you makes you suddenly shy.
"Uhm, hi," Neteyam speaks up, his tail behind him showing just how nervous he is.
"Hi?" You reply a small blush forming on your cheeks. Kiri´s and Lo´ak´s laughter blurs behind you.
The rest is history.
Let´s just say shy conversations turned into long talks and feelings have been confessed, Lo´ak and Kiri could not be happier.
And during your still-fresh relationship, the shyness finally dissolved into thin air, as the both of you got more comfortable around each other.
Last but not least Neteyam is being teased by Lo´ak to this day because you can make his knees weak without words.
For example, just your hands touching or you kissing his cheek as a thankful gesture.
But something he always looks forward to is cuddling.
The way your arms wrap around his waist in a way to close the space between you got him all blushing and smiling thanking Eywa for gifting you to him.
But besides cuddling, he could make out with you forever.
The way your smaller hands grab the back of his neck to keep him close to you
The warmth of your mouth that starts to claim his the second your lips connect, if he could the rest of his time alive would always be spent against your lips.
The feather-soft touches comforting him in a way like no other could, got him melting into your embrace.
To prove the effect you have on him, let´s take the situation like the other day when Neteyam got into a fight with his brother for causing trouble yet again.
The two brothers had been yelling at each other non-stop and Neteyam's blood kept boiling with anger.
Kiri had searched for you after the argument took place, Neteyam pacing angrily in front of Lo´ak.
The moment Kiri had grabbed your arm in a hurry and pulled you to your feet from your crouched position, she mumbled the situation to you and that you had to calm Neteyam down.
It only stopped Neteyam from yelling at his brother after you took his hand in yours
Your both hands softly wrap around his wrist in hopes of calming him down.
His expression softens at that and he glares at Lo´ak a last time before you pull him away all the way back to your shared tent
After arriving you urged him to sit down and take a deep breath for a functional discussion with his younger brother
He only kept on talking angrily about the rules Lo´ak broke and how much trouble they were going to be in
Not even your soft words could stop the water-flowing words spilling from his mouth, and the only idea that came to your mind to shut him up was to grab his face and pull his lips against your own.
Neteyam held his breath and only hummed in return, his anger for Lo´ak long forgotten.