Bad English (I just started learning it, sorry for mistakes. English is not my first language)
AU
Original stories (based on historical events)
Much is taken from real history (but distorted according to the author's intention)
I write about different universes and fandoms (from dbd to original stories)
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Оnly fem!reader
If you are intimidated by violence/blood/persecution and other cruel topics that will be mentioned (sometimes with a graphic description, sometimes not), please return to the light. Everyone else, follow me into the fog ...
pairing: yandere!neteyam sully x (fem) human!reader
summary: no matter how hard neteyam tried, he could not find the key to his beloved’s heart. hiding her from the eyes of his people, he finally decides to announce her, showing everyone who his passionately beloved couple is.
warnings: sexual content 18+, aged up neteyam, smut, nsfw, yandere, size difference, size kink, xenophilia, breeding kink, dark, description of blood and wounds.
word count: 14,446
a/n: thanks to everyone who waited for this part and supported me! i love all of you guys, you are amazing. and yes, stay tuned for the next part. If you like this story, please reblog/like and leave a comment!
P.S
still terrible english. guys i swear i'm trying to fix this mess!
Pandora was never a planet that people should go to. Beautiful only in appearance, she concealed within herself so much cruelty and deceit that people had never met in their lives. This planet was dangerous, but those who arrived on it realized it too late. Sometimes, when the sun dropped so low that its bright, scarlet-colored disk was barely visible beyond the horizon, (Y/N) wondered how her life would have turned out if she had lived it far from this alien, inhospitable planet for people. Perhaps she would never have held a weapon in her hands. She would go to some educational institution, where she would meet a probably good guy, whom she would probably marry. Or, she could live happily alone, pursuing her own interests and occasionally visiting friends. Yes, it is quite possible that everything would have happened exactly like this, one day in some beautiful dream, frightening in its realism, in which she was finally able to find peace and happiness. But then she opens her eyes again, and realizes that she is not walking on the wet asphalt after a light spring rain. She is still here, in eternal imprisonment, where she can hardly even think about becoming at least a little bit happy.
Every day, from the very day when the echoes of her normal and familiar life next to people were destroyed, she counted each such sunset, enjoying the silence and solitude, until even the sun was forced to say goodbye to her. Today was the three hundred and sixty-fifth such sunset. Pressing her palms to her face, (Y/N) took a shuddering breath. The desire to sob bitterly did not disappear, but on the contrary, it only became stronger every day, and for this, only one creature was to blame.
"Yawne,” (Y/N) hears behind her a voice full of gentle concern, from which she wants to run away without looking back. "Why are you here, I'm looking for you everywhere."
Neteyam carefully approaches her, as if afraid that she might try to push him away from her again, and sits down on his knees next to her, wrapping his tail around the girl’s hand, pulling her towards her. (Y/N) does not resist, and slowly approaches him, allowing Neteyam to take her into an embrace in which she is uncomfortable and scared. But does she have a choice? (Y/N) suddenly thought about the kite she and Alice used to fly as children. Then, it seemed to the girl that he was an eternal captive of the wind and the rope that held him in the hands of the little girls. Now, she realized with sadness that the kite, if they had not held it, would have soared so high and far, and would have flown wherever it wanted. And she herself, like a fish that was pulled out of the water, is constantly gasping for air, despite the fact that she knows that she will die anyway.
Neteyam reluctantly pulls away from her, his ears twitching slightly in excitement as he gently runs his fingers through (Y/N)'s hair.
"I brought something for you, syulang." He carefully, so as not to hurt her, weaves something into her hair, while (Y/N) looks at him indifferently, after which he sadly watches the setting sun. Another day will be wasted. Neteyam takes his fingers away from her head and looks at her with such sickening love that the girl hastens to turn away. Sick. He's completely sick and it's scary. "You are so beautiful, oeyä muntxate."
(Y/N) doesn't say anything to him and Neteyam purses his lips slightly in disappointment. Of course, he hoped in vain. Neteyam was not stupid, and understood exactly what was happening, and that made his heart break into pieces with pain. He had not heard her gentle sweet voice for a year, gradually starting to go crazy because of it. His kisses filled with love that he gave her made her move away, from each of his touches she recoiled as if his skin was covered with a deadly poison. She was slowly killing Neteyam with her coldness that was directed only towards him, and Neteyam did not know what to do to make her look at him as anything other than a monster.
Gently, he ran his nose along her shoulder all the way to her neck, leaving a reverent kiss on the back of her head. (Y/N) shuddered, this time hardly from hostility, but from the cold. The Na'vi clothes that Neteyam made for her did not keep her warm, and therefore, the girl hurried to hug herself with her arms in a vain attempt to warm up. The solar lily that Neteyam had woven into her hair glistened from the sun that had not yet completely set.
Neteyam, noticing how (Y/N) shrank from the cold gusts of wind, pulled her a little closer to him. His fingers fluttered around her stomach and thighs, his tail curled around her ankle. Oh Eywa, how he wanted her. Lay her down on the grass, and cover her with his big body, worshiping her as if possessed by his goddess, kissing every part of her body, and praying that she would allow him to touch her. But today, unfortunately, he did not have such an opportunity, although this did not cancel the fantasies that flashed before his eyes. Today was a special evening. Today, he had to go hunting with the warriors of the village, so that tomorrow, they would have a feast in honor of the fact that he would finally show the Omaticaya clan his precious mate. For a year he hid her from the prying eyes of the people of his clan, hiding her in his hut, covering her with his scent so that no one could accidentally find her, but tomorrow, he will finally be able to show everyone that they both belong completely to each other.
"Oeyä tìyawn,” Neteyam purrs, covering the girl’s neck with quick kisses. "I love you so much. The Great Mother sees this, and tomorrow our entire clan will know about it."
“Your clan,” (Y/N) wants to say, but is still stubbornly silent, not wanting to please his feelings. Neteyam's fingers slide up from her hips to her breasts, and the desire that was barely contained within him now rushed out. Gently lowering the girl onto the grass, Neteyam pressed his lips to her stomach, right above her navel, and his tail suddenly stopped wagging, only frozen in one position while his ears twitched slightly and dropped. Nothing. He hears nothing, despite the fact that day after day he took his little human girl, filling her to the brim with his seed in the hope that they would have a child, but after all this time, he never heard how a new life was born in her womb.
Neteyam clenched his fists and lowered his face onto her chest. Why did this happen? What was wrong? The Great mother united them, connected their destinies, if not with the help of tsakheylu, but with a much stronger connection, so why doesn’t she allow them to have a child? His father’s human blood also flows in his veins, even if not entirely, and if so, they should have a baby.
"Ma (Y/N)..." Neteyam whispers into her skin, sweetly kissing every millimeter of her stomach. "Eywa herself could not compare with your beauty. I will be forever grateful to her for you, for giving you to me. There is not a single Na'vi or human who would be happier than me, and the only thing I want now is for you to give me a child, yawne. Please do this for me, tsawke syulang."
(Y/N) wheezes, no longer trying to move away from him, knowing that it is useless. Neteyam purrs, his whisper filling the silent forest as his lips touch the girl's breast. A quiet groan escapes her, which does not go unnoticed by the young Na'vi. He is in a hurry to take off the bodice he wove for her from precious stones, which only queens allowed themselves to wear, in order to finally allow himself to admire her unearthly beauty. The hickeys he left on her breasts yesterday were already darkened, and he wanted, he needed, to mark her again. His tongue touched her hardened nipples while his fangs scratched her soft skin. (Y/N) dug her fingers into the grass, suppressing another moan. How disgusting, how dirty she had become, that although she hated him with all her heart, she did not resist sex with him. Neteyam, not feeling any struggle from (Y/N), sank lower, covering her stomach and thighs with kisses, pulling off the girl’s loincloth.
“I love you, (Y/N),” for the first time Neteyam addresses her in this way, and for a moment the girl thinks that in front of her is not a Na’vi at all, but her Jared, who kisses her so tenderly and soothes her with his touches. "I love you more than life, do you hear? And if you just ask, I will kill for you, I will live for you, I will die for you. I will do anything, just say a word to me, yawne. Say my name, say you love me, curse me, just tell me something."
(Y/N) remains silent as Neteyam lifts her legs over his shoulders, touching her vagina with his tongue, causing the girl to arch her back in pleasure as he plays and teases her clitoris. He persists, kissing her labia, sucking every sensitive fold of her crotch, enjoying her taste while the girl fights the desire to submit to him. Another treacherous moan leaves her mouth as Neteyam adds his fingers to her tongue. He's in no hurry, no matter how horny he is, and so he decides to torture her the same way she tortured him all this year. He bites her thighs, kisses her pubis as his fingers circle her swollen clit, collecting her juices with his fingers until his tail begins to slide up and down her pussy. The girl screams, and all the harmless fauna of Pandora immediately react to her voice, scattering in different directions. Smiling at the reaction he received from her, Neteyam leans forward, leaving a wet kiss on her lips, his tongue diligently trying to open her mouth. (Y/N) hums into the kiss, squirming under his hands until she finally gives in, allowing Neteyam to explore her mouth unhindered with his tongue. The girl hisses into the kiss, pounding her fists on his back, but Neteyam only deepens the kiss, and (Y/N) bites his tongue hard, biting it until it bleeds. Neteyam hisses, but she clearly hears an excited groan escaping from him. His hands begin to squeeze her hips tightly as his tail runs along the entire length of her vagina, pressing against her so tightly that she momentarily forgets how to breathe.
"So wet for me, little mate." Neteyam purrs, taking (Y/N) by the hand and placing her smaller hand on his hard member. "Want to take me so bad."
(Y/N) lets out what must be incredibly dirty moans as his tail presses into her wet pussy, rubbing against her clit, pulling out the most beautiful sounds he's ever heard from the girl.
"Do you want my cock, yawne?" (Y/N) shakes her head in denial, and Neteyam presses his tail harder on her clit, causing the girl to whimper. "Do you want me to fill your little human pussy? Tell me this, syulang."
(Y/N) bites her lip, watching as blood flows down Neteyam’s chin from his bitten tongue, and is ashamed to feel how especially wet it is between his legs. His tail pleasuring her pussy, only sliding between her folds becomes not enough, she wants to feel his dick in her, but admitting it means giving up, dooming herself to eternity next to him, and (Y/N) is not ready for such a step. Her mind resists him, his every action or word, while her body screams and begs for his attention, and this is the worst thing - she betrays herself.
"Neteyam,” (Y/N) exhales, swallowing her pride for the first time in such a long time.
Neteyam feels his ears twitch with joy, how his tail slaps against (Y/N)’s pussy, splashing her juices over their bodies, and rushes to make amends by licking the secretions that have stained her skin.
"Yes yawne,” Neteyam answers, his voice trembling with joy and at the same time with lust. "Say what you want and I will give it to you. I will give you everything I have in this world."
"I need you."
And these words are enough to drive Neteyam completely crazy. The desire to torment the girl, to play with her until she begins to beg him for the release of her arousal evaporates, giving way to pure adoration and an obsessive desire to give her everything she wants.
(Y/N) spread her legs wider and squeezed Neteyam's tail with her vagina, not wanting to let go of the pleasure it brought her. Rocking his hips towards (Y/N), who still held his member in her tiny hand compared to him, Neteyam allowed himself to let out a moan of pure pleasure, which quickly turned into a growl as (Y/N) lifted her hips slightly, allowing him to do what he himself wishes. Freeing his tail, Neteyam impatiently slid his dick along her wet slit, lubricating his already wet erection. This time was completely different from their previous matings, and certainly not like that time in the forest when he took her hard and painfully, trying his best not to let the girl leave the scent of another male on her. This time, Neteyam, completely gently, carefully, fearing to damage even a millimeter of her soft skin, touched her with his hands and lips, uttering words of love and devotion to his human wife.
His thrusts into her were leisurely but filled with feelings, Neteyam carefully touched her shoulders and waist, stroked her stomach, whispering quiet prayers. (Y/N) closed her eyes. The sun disappeared behind the horizon, and the colored spots before her eyes turned into pitch darkness. Neteyam pushed into her deeper and deeper, covering her skin with kisses and bites, as if branding her that she was his forever. Neteyam often tried to provoke (Y/N) into biting him back, marking him as her mate, showing anyone and everyone that he belonged to her. But (Y/N) didn’t do this, and Neteyam didn’t know how to make her give in to him.
The forest is filled with loud moans full of lust and desire as Neteyam repeatedly pushes his dick into her blazing hot vagina. (Y/N) screams, everything in her contracts in pain, which very soon gives way to pleasure, and if Neteyam hadn’t held her with his strong arms, she would certainly have collapsed to the ground. But Neteyam is here next to her as always, ready to hold her in his arms for the rest of her life, if only she was next to him every second. His movements become sharp and sweeping, and (Y/N) arches her back, feeling the rush of her own release as Neteyam cums inside her, pressing his lips to her own, calming her breathing with a gentle whisper.
The great mother blessed me with you,” he says again, kissing (Y/N)’s neck in the place where his mark was a bright spot. - You are my whole life, all I have. Do you hear me, tsawke?
(Y/N) breathes heavily, gradually coming down from her own high, returning back to a dark reality where she is forced to spend the rest of her days with the one who brutally killed her friends and family, with the one who kidnapped her and held her captive, with those who took her over and over again and continue to do so to this day, obsessed with the idea of starting a family with her.
After adjusting his loincloth, Neteyam picks (Y/N) up and carries her back to the village. Today, she needs to sleep. Tomorrow his muntxate will have a difficult day, and therefore she needs to get some sleep.
(Y/N) looked indifferently at the landscape that revealed a completely new beauty at night, when everything around was shining with luminescent colors. Pandora is beautiful, and so are its inhabitants, but that doesn't change the fact that they are still terribly cruel. Hugging (Y/N) tighter, Neteyam climbed the tree, lowering the girl onto the bed of skins. (Y/N) sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, looking at the distant horizon, where not so long ago the sun hid until the morning. Sighing sadly, the girl felt Neteyam’s hands on her, so gently and carefully pulling her towards him. Laying the girl on his chest, Neteyam pressed his nose to the top of her head, inhaling the scent. Totally intoxicating. (Y/N) looks away, trying to pretend that she doesn’t notice how tightly his tail is holding her legs, as if she could escape somewhere. No, she can't. Over the past year, she tried to do this six times, and each time Neteyam overtook her before she even left the village borders. With each attempt, she managed to move away to a shorter distance, while Neteyam, in disappointment and resentment, shouted at her, as if sincerely not understanding why she wanted to leave him. The last time he finally ran out of patience, Neteyam grabbed a knife, bringing it to (Y/N)'s leg, threatening that if she even thought about running away from him, he would cut her Achilles tendon. The girl didn’t say anything then, but in her eyes he saw such determination that he put the knife away and, hugging her tightly, burst into tears. He cried like a child who doesn’t know what to do at all, and he’s afraid so far the only island of joy is her and only her, but even so, (Y/N) is still trying to leave him. And it wasn't fair.
Gripping the girl tighter in his arms, Neteyam said:
"I have to go, yawne,” it sounded like the worst torture in the world. Hardly for her - even a moment away from him seemed to her an eternal pleasure and blessing.
Reluctantly pulling away from (Y/N), Neteyam kissed her forehead, after which he sighed sadly. She still looks at him as if he were a stranger. After all this time, he still doesn't see a drop of love in her eyes, and Neteyam sincerely doesn't understand why. He did everything for her. Gifts, trophies from hunting, declarations of love. One day, he took her to the tree of souls, where he watched with ecstasy as tree spirits surrounded her. They circled above her, after which they headed towards Neteyam, showing that they were one. His little human couple, his tawtute, his (Y/N), she just looked at the tree, with a sightless gaze, even when he told her the most sacred, the most important words for every Na'vi - oel ngati kameie, I see you.
(Y/N) just looked at him silently, not even giving him a smile as her hands touched the trunk of the tree of souls. If everything on this planet is under Eywa's control, then maybe Jared is there too, next to her?
Neteyam took the girl's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her as tenderly as even Jared had ever kissed her. Perhaps if things had happened differently, she might have fallen in love with him. Perhaps if he had not destroyed everything she knew and treasured, she would have been with him willingly. But Neteyam did not want things to be different. And she was in vain to feel pity for him and believe that he could be different. After all, old Hank was never wrong - all Na'vi, every one of them, down to the very last, are savage. And people should never have come to them.
Now, Neteyam looked at her with deadly longing in his large golden eyes. What else hasn't he done? Was she still pining for the bastard who tried to make her his, to take her away from him? Does she still love him? Neteyam bared his teeth and clenched his fists. What did this vile, dirty tawtute have that he didn't have? Neteyam did not understand, and probably never will understand.
Taking one last look at (Y/N), Neteyam looked away. It's unlikely Eywa will be able to help him. His prayers remained unanswered, his hopes were shattered like glass on the ground. He remained a monster to her.
Moving away from the hut, Neteyam felt something cold and wet rolling down his cheek, and hastened to wipe the skin with his fist. A tear, he's crying. The mighty warrior, son of the chief, future Olo'eyktan cries because he cannot achieve reciprocity from his beloved. No, it didn't have to be like this. Was this his fate? To pine for love, to be burned by it, and to love this girl forever, but never be loved by her in return? Oh no, this is not his destiny. Anyone but him, and even if he has to get to Eywa herself, he will still do everything to make (Y/N) love him.
With a whistle, Neteyam called his ikran, which obediently sank down next to its owner, allowing it to saddle itself. Having given the command to the banshee to take off, Neteyam watched as it moved away from the ground and with what power the creature flapped its wings. They had already risen high above the forest, and Neteyam felt a sharp, cold gust of wind. Heading to the place designated for hunting, he suddenly thought about what would happen tomorrow. His little muntxate will be terribly difficult. The entire clan would come to see his chosen mate, and of course, not all of them would accept them. Not that it was a problem - no one has the strength and agility of him. Even if the entire clan turned against him and (Y/N), they would pay with their lives for any attempt to harm even one hair on her head. The banshee, sensing Neteyam's distress, let out a piercing cry, and Neteyam patted him on the neck. Of course, the world did not converge on the Omaticaya clan. He can always pick (Y/N) up in his arms, put her on his ikran and take her as far as possible. And even though he would miss his family for a while, this sadness would quickly evaporate while (Y/N) is next to him, because now she is his family. Rushing the banshee down towards the clearing, Neteyam noticed Manu, Artsut and Aoutey standing ready. They all stood waiting for Neteyam, and when they finally noticed him, their ears twitched and they greeted him with their usual words:
"We see you, Neteyam."
"I see you, brothers." The Na'vi smiled at this treatment, flattered that the son of Turuk Makto himself called them his brothers.
Clutching their bows tightly in their hands, they headed forward to the Sturmbist pasture. Hiding in the tall grass, the young Na'vi watched as giant creatures roamed around, listening to every rustle. Nodding to Aotey to the right, ordering him to follow him, Neteyam waved to Manu and Artsut to go to the left, after which each moved forward in a half-squat in the right direction. There were about ten Sturmbists in this flock. Huge powerful creatures, they were ready to trample anyone who dared to approach them. Having chosen a good place where the wind would not carry his scent, Neteyam stood up ready to take a shot. Pulling the bowstring, he took a deep breath and... the animal let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground, scattering the rest of the Sturmbists. Aotey nodded his head in admiration; killing such a creature with one shot spoke of the hunter’s supreme skill. Manu and Artsut, who had been hiding at the other end of the clearing all this time, also fired two shots each, unable to cope with the task of piercing the thick skin of the animals with one shot. The Sturmbists ran away in panic, allowing the Na'vi to approach the carcasses. It will not be easy to drag such huge animals to the village with four people, but words of apology and gratitude were raised, the Na'vi tied ropes around the legs of the animals and began to drag them. The hunt today turned out to be successful, and therefore Aotey, Artsut and Manu were enthusiastically discussing something, while Neteyam was thinking only about tomorrow. His mother wouldn't understand, he thought. She will not accept them, even if her life depends on it. Father, well, he was a human himself, he cannot say anything against them. As for the others, Neteyam was not worried. If they dare to say anything against him and (Y/N), they will rest in peace in Eywa's arms.
Suddenly he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder, and turned towards Manu, who chuckled and said:
"You smell different, Neteyam." Neteyam frowned, narrowing his eyes. Manu should choose his words more carefully if he does not want to lose his language. "It's all because of your mate, right?"
"Yes Neteyam,” Artsut picked up the thought. "You hid her so carefully all year, maybe you can tell us, who she is?"
"I bet that pretty Na'vi from the Metkayina clan that Lo'ak was talking about." Aotey smiled.
Neteyam only silently looked at the hunters who were waiting for an answer from him. Fools. No, not a single Na'vi can compare with the one he chose as his mate. They can think whatever they want, it’s unlikely to change anything.
Without waiting for an answer, the young Na'vi drooped, looking slightly ashamedly at their feet. Perhaps they should have kept their mouths shut. In the end, Neteyam is completely different from his brother Lo'ak, who also sometimes loved to fool around and joke. Having with difficulty dragged the carcasses of the Sturmbists, Aotey, Manu and Artsut looked in bewilderment at Neteyam for hastily saying goodbye to them and leaving them alone.
"Eywa,” Manu exhaled, crossing his arms over his chest. "He became even more arrogant than before."
"He is worried, tomorrow is an important day for him." Artsut shrugged, massaging his shoulder, which was terribly red because he had tied it with a rope.
"That’s not what this is about,” Manu snorted, gloomily looking towards the retreating Neteyam. “Maybe the leader taught him to be a strong hunter and warrior, but apparently he never learned to smile.”
The rest of the Na'vi just silently lowered their gaze. Of course, Manu is right - Neteyam has always been rather aloof from other Na'vi, as if he did not consider them his equal. Perhaps everything was just like that; few could compare with him in agility, strength and speed. Neteyam was a great warrior, strong and brave, and an equally skilled hunter. He was handsome and smart, and probably because of all these qualities, he was much more arrogant than his younger brother. Lo'ak was different from Neteyam, and therefore it was always easier with him. He didn't look down on them or talk to them as if they weren't worthy of his attention. And yet, no one dared to say these words out loud.
Walking on the cold ground, Neteyam looked gloomily in front of him. Arrogant. No, he was not arrogant at all, but Neteyam was not going to discuss his mate with these fools. They are stupid, they hardly see beyond their own nose, but at the same time, they will never miss the opportunity to meddle in his affairs. His thoughts were confused, but lingered around the scenario of tomorrow. Could he count on Mo'at's support? The wise Na'vi woman who was the conductor of Eywa's will had to take his side. He received the blessing of the Great Mother, and therefore deserved to have his wise grandmother help him and (Y/N). Of course, there was a high probability that Neytiri would not accept them. She sincerely hated every person, and there was no chance that (Y/N) would become different for her. As for Jake, well, Neteyam wasn't sure. Being once a human long ago, he should have understood and accepted the choice of his eldest son, but will he do it? What was the likelihood that his beloved would be accepted by the clan? Neteyam sighed wearily. Of course, he understood that love for (Y/N) would entail sacrifices. His former life, his status in society, his future as a leader, his family... it was hardly worth it for him to turn away from his beloved in doubt for even a second. Even though what he lived for, what he was preparing for would be in jeopardy, it all had no value if his mate was somewhere far away.
The thought that, having found her, he could lose her, drove Neteyam into indescribable melancholy and fear. He had almost lost her once before, when he was locked up, and Neteyam shuddered at the memory of that vile time. How stupidly he was caught, how almost for nothing he gave himself up to be captured by people was humiliating and disgusting, every second spent in this place was torture until his little sunny lily appeared in his cell. Then, she was so kind and gentle with him, she was the only one who took care of him, giving him her light and warmth. Oh Eywa, if he could, he wouldn't hesitate to cut off his own hand just to go back to the time when (Y/N) caressed his skin tenderly and softly, gently pulled the tips of his ears in an attempt to calm him down, and how jocosely played with his tail. Then, he was the happiest Na'vi of all living on Pandora, because his mate gave him her love.
Neteyam suddenly remembered the face of that young human guy who was holding his hand while Neteyam pressed the blade of his knife into his chest, while holding the guy by the neck. The guy's big blue eyes darted from side to side as he wheezed and choked on his own blood, unable to resist. His smell. The same scent that covered his (Y/N). Clenching his fist, Neteyam hit it hard against a nearby tree, breaking his knuckles into blood. Disgusting, dirty and wretched creature! How could he be better than Neteyam that (Y/N) still missed him so much? There was nothing, absolutely nothing about him except ugliness and weakness, so why did (Y/N) choose him, this dead tawtute, over him? Was he prettier? Was he faster or stronger than Neteyam? If he were like that, he would be alive now, and not rotting in the ground just like each of the people who took over his planet, and who tried so furiously to fence him off from (Y/N).
Out of despair he wanted to scream. Scream loudly and persistently until his vocal cords begin to dry out, until the only thing he can do is wheeze in an attempt to release all his pain. He's scared. He is so hurt and scared, and the only creature that he loves more than his entire life, for which he would not hesitate to give his own life, does not want to warm him in her arms, giving him the eternal pleasure of her love. He never asked for anything from her, just a little love, her gentle hands on his skin while he confessed his love to her over and over again. Is it really that much? Can't she give him at least a little of the care that she gave him when he was locked up? Doesn't he really deserve at least one warm look...
Neteyam often thought in such moments of despair that perhaps (Y/N) could be bewitched. Tie her to him, perform a ritual, or perhaps drug her with some kind of potion, from which she would otherwise look at him. Every time, in moments when he felt exhausted and unhappy, he came to this thought... and immediately banished it from himself. What price will this love, which will be caused by witchcraft, have? How can he look his beloved in the eyes, knowing that all her reverent condemnation of him is nothing more than an illusion that he himself created. No, his (Y/N) didn’t deserve anything like that. She deserves only the best, and he gives her everything he has to make her happy with him. Still, Mo'at's words stung. “She will be better off with her people...” - what nonsense! How could she be better off with them, who would never look at her the way he does on a single day of his life? Would she be better off away from her mate?
Stopping in front of the house where he and (Y/N) had pitched their hut, Neteyam suddenly perked up his ears. What if he gets up now, goes into their common house and doesn’t find her there? Hastening to climb the tree, Neteyam began to quickly look around in search of the girls, but noticing her sitting on one of the branches, she allowed a relieved exhalation. The sun lily he had woven into her hair still adorned her locks, but it no longer sparkled, and Neteyam hurried to step towards (Y/N), sitting down next to her. She did not move away, but continued to look sadly into the distance, admiring the light of the stars burning in the sky.
His tail touched her thigh gently, stroking her skin, which was unexpectedly soft in response, and Neteyam bit his lip in a futile attempt to suppress the uncontrollable urge to purr.
"Ma' (Y/N)," Neteyam said, gently nuzzling her cheek, "You need to rest, tomorrow we will have a long day."
The girl did not answer this, she just turned her gaze to one of the stars, which was smoothly gliding across the sky. A good sign, she can make a wish. Closing her eyes, (Y/N) whispered something, but everything what Neteyam could make out from her words was “fate.”
Rising to his feet, Neteyam carefully, so as not to hurt the girl, pulled her towards him, stepping on a thick tree branch, returning (Y/N) to the hut. Laying her down on the many skins, Neteyam covered himself and her with one of them, pulling (Y/N) towards him. His hand was already resting on her waist as usual, the other lay under her head, while his tail wrapped around her ankles, no longer in fear that his beloved might run away from him, but in the desire to be as close to her as possible.
"Good night, yawne." Neteyam whispered in her ear and closed his eyes, slowly but surely falling into sleep.
(Y/N) took a deep, long breath. Can there be good dreams when her whole life resembles one continuous nightmare from which she has nowhere to run or hide? Squeezing her eyes shut, (Y/N) tried her best to suppress the crying that was breaking out, imagining the distant green expanses of the Earth, its amazing animals that live both on land and in water. She imagined a house in which she would not be a stranger, in which she would be safe.
Breathing spasmodically, muffling her sobs, (Y/N) felt Neteyam hug her tightly, as if sensing her sadness. His nose gently rubbed against her shoulders and neck, as if trying to calm (Y/N), to show that she was safe next to him. The image of Alice suddenly appeared before the girl’s eyes, holding her broken arm, sobbing and bravely shouting something to the distraught Na’vi while he held her high above the ground by the neck. Why couldn't all this have turned out differently? Was this her fate? (Y/N) didn’t know, and probably would never know as long as she was next to Neteyam, that even though he showered her from head to toe with gifts and attention, he strangled and killed her with his love, not allowing her to get away from him anywhere. As she fell asleep, (Y/N) felt a strange feeling, unknown to her until that day, from which she did not feel bad. It was just that it was new, and therefore, closing her eyes, (Y/N) allowed herself to relax, at least for this night.
Her sleep was surprisingly calm, for the first time in such a long time, and for some reason, it seemed to her that with the dawn rays of the sun that woke her and Neteyam from sleep, she discovered a new, completely tiny but bright star of hope in herself. And this hope instilled in her the desire to live, at least just a little longer.
Neteyam woke up slowly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his eyes darting under tightly closed eyelids. He must be dreaming, (Y/N) thought as she looked into his face, which was not at all serene. Neteyam frowned in his sleep, his body shaking as if with a fever, and the girl allowed herself for a moment to think that perhaps he was sick.
But Neteyam was completely healthy, he only hugged (Y/N) tighter, unable to independently escape from the nightmare in which he found himself. His muscles tensed and could be seen rolling under his skin as Neteyam muttered something. His forehead was covered in sweat, and (Y/N) involuntarily smelled the hot drops rolling down his face. She didn’t want to take care of him at all, but something inside forced her to do so; after all, if she was not destined to escape, she would have to come to terms with the fact that she would spend the rest of her life with Neteyam. From such a thought, the girl shuddered. The fear that she had finally broken finally paralyzed her and immobilized her emotionally, and (Y/N) remained frozen with her hand raised to his cheek.
Neteyam visibly relaxed, his breathing became more even, and the girl pursed her lips. The solar lily that was still resting in her hair with the rays of the sun shone with a new, completely amazing light, which was not there even yesterday. The glare from the lily touched Neteyam's face, and he winced slightly before beginning to open his eyes. The gold of his eyes was reflected in her own, and Neteyam smiled at her with such love that the girl felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Touching his forehead to (Y/N)’s forehead as if greeting her, Neteyam straightened the hair falling on (Y/N)’s face, and his fingers touched the flower he had given him earlier. Yesterday, it seemed to him that this amazingly beautiful sunny lily would be worthy of his beloved, but now, he saw quite clearly that not a single jewel, not a single flower and not a single decoration could even come close to reflecting all the splendor of his couple. Lifting (Y/N)’s face with his finger by the chin, Neteyam looked into her eyes, so beautiful, as if all the stars of the universe were shining in them.
Unable to resist his own desires, Neteyam leaned forward, leaving a timid, completely trembling and innocent kiss on (Y/N)’s lips. (Y/N) just looked away when he pulled away, pulling the blanket higher over his chest. Neteyam tilted his head slightly, looking at her in confusion. Why is she still trying to shut him out? He had seen her naked countless times, so why was she embarrassed by him now? Neteyam often saw people in their strange clothes, although he never understood why they wore so much fabric on themselves. Do they really think it's beautiful? His little couple is much more suited to the traditional Na'vi clothing he made for her. Sitting down on his knees in front of the girl, Neteyam took her jeweled bodice in his hands and carefully put it on her. (Y/N) silently watched his movements, brushing her hair from her back to her shoulder, allowing him to continue doing what he was doing.
Awkwardly watching his four-fingered hands, as carefully as he could, tie the knots of her robe in which she will appear before his clan, (Y/N) sighed shakily when Neteyam’s fingers touched the bite on her shoulder that he left yesterday . Noticing her anxiety, Neteyam hastened to remove his hands from the girl’s body, not fully interpreting her body language correctly.
"Ma' (Y/N)," his voice is surprisingly timid, despite the fact that he has long shown her his true, wild, almost animal nature. "Did I hurt you?"
(Y/N) shakes her head in denial, and for some reason, tears well up in her eyes again. Neteyam purses his ears and reaches out his hand to the girl to pull her towards him and calm her down, but freezes the moment he barely touches her shoulder. She cries, cries again because of him. It was unbearable to see her like this. It would be better if she beat him, tried to escape again and again, shouted curses in his direction, but if only he never saw tears on her face again.
"Yawne," Neteyam clenches his jaw tightly, feeling tears welling up in his own eyes, while his soul, like the mirror surface of water, reflects her pain. "Please, talk to me. Why are you crying, I don’t understand…"
(Y/N) doesn’t answer, just covers her face with her hands, quietly sobbing and as if trying to hide from him, leaving no trace of his brave strong girl, and Neteyam suddenly realizes that it’s only his fault. “Eyva...” - Neteyam mentally asks, turning to the goddess, no longer with trepidation or respect, only with cold hatred and the rage of his broken heart, “Why did you curse me? Why did you create me with this body, why didn’t you make me a human? ..."
Suddenly, his body seems completely wrong and strange to him, compared to (Y/N)’s amazing body as it should really be. Maybe all this time he was praying and asking for the wrong things? He begged Eywa to condescend to (Y/N) by opening her heart for him, but perhaps he should have asked that the Great Mother allow him to become worthy for (Y/N)? To become a person for her... Perhaps this is exactly what would be right? His mate is human, and if so, he should be the same as her, so that she does not look at him as a stranger.
"Sevin?" His voice trembles, but Neteyam does not allow tears to spill from his eyes. "Sevin, I beg you, look at me."
(Y/N) reluctantly looks up at him, removing her tear-soaked hands from her face. Neteyam feels the heart in his chest suddenly stop beating, and he slowly lowers his hands in front of the girl. No, it is not Eywa that he must pray and worship to. The true goddess is now before him, and Neteyam takes her hand, bringing the girl’s fingers to his lips. Wet and salty from tears, still the most tender, and Neteyam puts her hand to his cheek, wiping her hand on his skin.
"Why don't you love me, oeyä syulang?" Neteyam whispers, but is sincerely afraid to hear the answer to his own question.
"You killed the one I loved." (Y/N) answered, inflicting a mortal wound on Neteyam’s heart.
"Do you still miss him?" Neteyam asks, but the words come out of his mouth like deadly poison. "How is he better than me, yawne? What does he have that I don’t have that you still can’t forget?"
(Y/N) chuckles mirthlessly, and is no longer crying, although she is still breathing heavily, allowing Neteyam to squeeze her hands.
"Because his love gave me freedom, Neteyam," another wound that there is absolutely nothing to patch up. The only cure is right in front of him, but completely inaccessible, and Neteyam again feels like his soul is being torn into pieces, tossing around and not finding peace within. "And your love is suffocating."
"I can be different, you know that, ma' (Y/N)." Neteyam trembles, but continues to try, to fight for her reciprocity, despite the fact that she has already destroyed him, and now only she has the power to create him again. "Please, let me be different."
(Y/N) just shakes her head in disbelief. No, Neteyam couldn't be different, otherwise would he have kept her locked up, not allowing her to go where she belonged? Return to the few people who inhabited Pandora. No, Neteyam wanted to control her and possess her. Of course, she didn't deny that he really loved her, how could she not see the obvious? But such love could not have anything to do with light; in this love there was only hopeless darkness.
Neteyam, not wanting to believe the truth of (Y/N)'s words, wraps his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly, not wanting to let her go even for a moment. Maybe she doesn't love him, but that doesn't change anything at all! She is his person, his mate, his muntxate. Even if Eywa herself tries to separate them, she won’t succeed! Sharply turning the girl to face him, Neteyam looks straight into her eyes and in a demanding tone speaks to her in a way he has never spoken before:
"Maybe so, but you can never doubt my love!" (Y/N) frowns at his words, again feeling something strange, making her whole body seem small, and at the same time, not belonging to her. "If this dirty tawtute loved you so much, would he have died without resisting at all? If I knew that someone was trying to take you away from me, I would defeat death itself, if only you would never leave me. He didn't even try to fight for you, and that's why I'm your mate. I have proven that I am worthy of you. I never asked for anything from you, just these three damn words! Is it really so difficult for you to at least pretend that you love me?! I surrendered myself to you completely and completely, giving you my whole heart, mind and body without reserve, and in return I only ask you to brand me as yours. But you don't even want to give me that."
"You receive my body every day…" (Y/N) whispers, no longer completely able to try to hide her awe of this tall and strong Na’vi, who speaks with unusual fury, while in his eyes, all the agony and pain of this is concentrated the world, and only because she is a human girl without a future, possessing neither dazzling beauty nor an outstanding mind, does not accept his feelings.
Neteyam just laughs dryly at her words, while the sobs he so stoically tries to hold back burst from his throat.
"For your body, I am ready to kill without a shadow of a doubt,” his back of his hand gently strokes (Y/N)’s cheek while he watches her eyes burn with hellfire. "For your love, I will die."
(Y/N) says nothing, pondering his every word, while Neteyam is about to kiss her again, when he hears the joyful voices of the Na'vi crowd, which desperately demands to finally see the chosen one of the Omaticaya prince.
Looking around, Neteyam sighs tiredly, realizing that the hour will come when his beloved couple will be seen by the people of his clan, and therefore, rising to his feet, he approaches a large tree branch, walking along which with a grace inaccessible to people, he says, looking down at the crowded Na'vi:
"I see you, brothers and sisters,” a loud cry is heard below, “we see you, Neteyam!” - after which, Neteyam continued to say: "Tonight, I will finally introduce you to my mate. Be patient, at today's feast you will see my love."
The Na'vi that crowded under Neteyam's hut sighed in disappointment, but no one had the power to force the prince to show them the one he had chosen as his mate. Whispering displeasedly, the crowd dispersed, allowing Neteyam to return to (Y/N) again and continue preparing himself and her for the coming feast.
Barely touching her skin, Neteyam painted stripes of soft blue paint on her face that matched her loincloth so perfectly. Painting such patterns with paint was an extremely intimate gesture among the Na'vi, a way for spouses to show affection for each other, and therefore, having finished painting patterns on (Y/N)'s skin, Neteyam handed her a wooden bowl that contained enough paint to cover his skin with the same patterns as hir, and moved it closer to the girl.
(Y/N) looked at the container of paint without pleasure, not wanting to let her hands go into it. Noticing (Y/N)’s hesitation, Neteyam only lowered his eyes. Of course, he can use his height and size to force her to paint his skin the same way he just decorated hers, but the meaning of such an action will be lost. And then, would it be a manifestation of pure and sincere love on his part if he forces (Y/N) not only to be intimate with him, but also to carry out joint rituals. This would be wrong in every way, and therefore, instead of forcing the girl, Neteyam gently touched (Y/N)’s hand with his smeared paint, transferring the pale blue color to her palm, after which he pressed her hand to his chest, imprinting it on his skin.
Neteyam's chest was hot, smooth and hard to the touch, the color on his blue skin was barely noticeable, more like a birthmark than a pattern that should decorate his body. Looking down, (Y/N) again and again felt how carefully Neteyam would touch her palm to his body, leaving many imprints of her hand on himself, until the paint on her palm finally exhausted itself. (Y/N) tries to pull her hand away, but Neteyam does not allow her to do this, only gently touching her soft skin with his fingertips. Dipping his own hand into the paint, Neteyam transfers it to (Y/N)'s palm, covering himself in her handprints over and over again. It doesn't look very pretty, and it must be completely untraditional in terms of how the couple's patterns are applied, but Neteyam doesn't care. The only thing that really mattered was that he was now barely holding her hand, and if (Y/N) had such a desire, she would have easily pulled her hand out of his grip without any difficulty. But here he barely touches her wrist with his fingers, while (Y/N) of her own accord keeps her palm on his hard chest, not yet trying to move away from him.
(Y/N) shudders, feeling Neteyam’s heartbeat in her palm, which was too fast, and it was definitely like that because of her, although the girl sincerely did not understand why. Not that there was anything special about her. But Neteyam seemed to see something in her that absolutely could not be in her, and because of that, (Y/N), deep in thought, was in no hurry to take her hands away from his body.
Covering the girl’s hand with his own, Neteyam felt an influx of warmth in his chest, which he had not experienced for a long time. (Y/N) almost never touched him voluntarily and now, Neteyam did not want to let her go for a minute. (Y/N) frowned at him. Well, of course, he again misinterprets her gestures and actions. He always wants to believe in the illusion that there could be at least something between them, and therefore the girl looked at her lap. It's so unfair. Why does she have to go through all this?
They spent the whole day making preparations for the feast, barely noticing how it began to get dark. The jewelry that was woven into Neteyam’s and (Y/N)’s hair matched each other perfectly, the patterns on her skin and the prints of her palms on his. Everything could have been perfect if (Y/N) had at least smiled at him a little, but that must have been too much to ask.
When the sun finally disappeared below the horizon, and the sounds of joyful singing and dancing were heard somewhere below, Neteyam knelt in front of (Y/N). The girl bit her lip slightly and tried to turn away from him, but Neteyam did not allow her to do this, gently holding her face with his palms. The imprint of his teeth was clearly visible on her neck, like a kind of mark that told everyone that she belonged to him. Involuntarily, Neteyam touched his own neck, feeling an unimaginable melancholy. She never branded him. Pulling (Y/N) towards him, Neteyam held her so close that her face was buried in his neck as he gripped her hips tighter and tighter. At first, (Y/N) was not surprised - Neteyam often did this, trying to get her to show him some attention, especially in those moments when he felt especially lonely without her love and care. But with every passing minute, she realized that this time everything was completely different, when his hands began to squeeze her skin and bones so that she could almost feel them cracking.
"What are you doing?" the pain was unbearable. At some point, it seemed to her that Neteyam had completely lost his mind and was now trying to break her bones. Let me go, you hurt me!"
Neteyam doesn’t seem to hear, pressing harder on the girl’s body, and now she wants to scream. (Y/N) tries to break free, but all she can manage is a weak movement of her hand, which does not solve anything. The pain became more and more intense, and a hoarse sob escaped from (Y/N)’s throat. He's finally tired of her and he's going to get rid of her like this? Well, it will be better this way.
Neteyam lifts his hand to her spine, pressing where if she were a Na'vi there would be a tail, and (Y/N) grabs his shoulder with her hand, digging her nails deep into his skin. The pain begins to spread throughout her body, and the girl does not know what to do, because it is impossible to run, and she has already exhausted her attempts to fight. Neteyam takes his time, presses on all the most painful points of her body, and (Y/N) everything swims before her eyes. She is scared and in unbearable pain, and Neteyam is not going to stop this torture. Unable to bear this pain any longer, the girl sinks her teeth into his neck, where his shoulder begins, and Neteyam lets out a groan of pleasure, pressing harder on the girl’s spine, causing her to arch her back just to escape a little from the hellish torment through which he forces him to go through now.
"That’s it, my beautiful mate,” Neteyam purrs as (Y/N) bites him harder and harder, trying to free herself from his grasp. "Go ahead, release your pain, syulang. Claim me as yours."
The realization of what he is doing hits her too late, and the moment (Y/N) feels his blood on her tongue, she realizes what she has done. Neteyam no longer presses her body with his hands, only sickeningly gently strokes her skin, kisses the top of her head, praising her every second. His tail thumps against the floor as if in a strange, perverse ecstasy, and (Y/N) abruptly pulls away from him, wiping his mouth and lips of the red, metal-tasting liquid.
Neteyam enthusiastically praises her, stroking each bruise left behind, purring like a contented kitten who, after an unusually long wandering through the streets alone, has finally found a kind and loving owner who will care for and cherish him.
"Oeyä muntxate,” his voice sends a chill down (Y/N)’s spine. No, it is impossible to hurt someone and then immediately coo gently. "I love you so, so much. There is nothing in this world that I could love as much as you."
(Y/N) doesn't answer him, too lost in her dark thoughts about how she must have decided too soon that her life couldn't get any worse.
Raising (Y/N) in his arms, Neteyam began to climb down from the tree, hugging (Y/N) tightly so as not to let her fall. The feast was already in full swing in the village - the Na'vi were singing and dancing, shouting strange words and (Y/N) couldn't help but think that it was more like a coven than a holiday.
Neteyam, sensing (Y/N)’s tension, twitched his ears slightly and licked the girl’s cheek, as if in a ridiculous attempt to calm her down. Moving forward, confident and proud, Neteyam walked past the crowd, stopping near the place where his entire family was seated. Noticing Prince Omaticaya, the Na'vi stopped dancing, and at first they did not even pay attention to what Neteyam was holding in his arms, expecting to see the one whom he had chosen as his mate. However, having placed (Y/N) on the ground, Neteyam himself knelt down next to her, noticing the look of his father and mother, full of horror and misunderstanding, and said:
"I see you, Omaticaya clan."
The Na'vi, who were silently observing what was happening, pricked up their ears, looking at the creature that stood next to their prince. Human. It was definitely a human, and everyone in the clan felt a surge of misunderstanding, fear and disgust. This couldn't be true, could it? Their prince, a mighty warrior, a brave and strong hunter, brought a man to their village? This must be some kind of crazy dream. Neteyam was not embarrassed by the tense whispers and continued to speak:
"A year ago, I was captured by people who took me from my own home. There, among them, I finally found the one I call my mate, my muntxate." Neteyam gently touched (Y/N)’s back with his hand, hugging her waist, causing every Na’vi that was looking at them to step back in horror. Mate? That was impossible that Neteyam had chosen tawtute as his mate. The creature he hated more than anything else in the world. "Only thanks to her, her care and love, I was able to escape from captivity, and my heart will forever belong to her."
Conversations in the crowd grew louder, rising from hesitant whispers to full-blown angry murmurs. (Y/N) didn't move from her spot. There are so many of them. If they had such an opportunity, they would have trampled on it already. Neteyam also did not move, proudly raising his chin and looking at each Na'vi as if he towered over them all. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do with herself. The crowd was clearly not happy to see a person on their territory, and the girl sincerely did not understand what to do, but Neteyam still kneeling next to her as if they were the same height, as if they were equal, and therefore, this only slightly, but still inspired her a drop of calm.
However, a woman's voice was heard from behind, and (Y/N) turned around slightly, looking at the woman who was almost a copy of Neteyam. She didn’t even need to guess or know for sure to understand that this was his mother. The woman rose to her feet, and Neteyam also stood up to his full height, towering even over his mother, from which (Y/N) finally saw how truly huge this Na'vi was, and from her ridiculous attempts to fight him, she felt impossibly stupid.
"You must have lost your mind, my son." The woman hissed, coming closer to Neteyam. "Have you rejected O'el, the girl who was a worthy match for you for the sake of a tawtute?"
The woman's voice was furious, there was no hint of calm or sanity in it. Her gaze darted to (Y/N) and she looked at the girl with such a confession that would make anyone fall into the ground. (Y/N) looked at her indifferently, too tired to be afraid. And then, of the two of them, she was much more afraid of Neteyam.
Wrapping his tail around (Y/N)'s waist in a tight ring, Neteyam bared his teeth, greatly surprising his mother.
"A worthy match is now standing next to me,” his voice, quiet but so confident and threatening, silenced even the most distant screams of the crowd. “And there is no one else that I will ever look at the same way as she does.”
The woman's eyes widened, her nostrils flared, and when she looked back at (Y/N), her voice turned into a thunderous rumble.
"And you, my son, the future Olo'eyktan, mating with a sky girl? Despite what your family, your clan has gone through because of people like her?!"
Neteyam didn’t answer, he just wrapped his tail tighter around (Y/N)’s waist, standing closer to her, shielding her from his mother’s furious gaze.
“I love her,” firmly, like an indestructible rock, his voice reached every Na’vi that stood here and now, sincerely not believing what Neteyam said.
Suddenly, the man who sat silently all this time rose to his feet and approached them, and (Y/N) also clearly saw the amazing similarity between Neteyam and him. Placing his hand on the woman's shoulder, the Na'vi man said:
"This is madness, my son,” he said, looking sternly at his son. "But it will pass. Mo'at will cure you of this disease."
The man looked at (Y/N) and a strange form of pity flashed through his eyes that the girl couldn't understand. He tried to snatch the girl from his son’s strong grip, but Neteyam, without a second thought, pulled (Y/N) with his tail right into his arms. His eyes were fixed on his father, and this time, Neteyam was not ready to make concessions. For himself, he had already decided everything a long time ago, and besides (Y/N), he had nothing to lose.
"What a hypocrisy,” he hisses, bewildering everyone present. "You say that I’m crazy for falling in love with a human, although you yourself were one of them. Human blood also flows in my veins! And if being a leader means giving up the only one I will love for the rest of my existence, find someone more worthy to take this place."
The clan leader and his wife were just about to say something when a loud but completely peaceful voice was heard:
"Wait!"
Turning around, Neteyam noticed how the crowd of Na'vi parted, allowing Mo'at to approach his grandson. (Y/N) took a closer look at her. This Na'vi woman was old, but she carried herself very gracefully and firmly, and to her surprise, she did not look at her like everyone else did. There was no contempt or disgust in the old woman's eyes, only slight curiosity. She now came very close, carefully looking at Neteyam and (Y/N), after which she walked past them, approaching the leader and his wife. Her look said a lot, although (Y/N) couldn’t understand what exactly, but when she suddenly turned around to address the entire clan, everything became crystal clear:
"Perhaps the union that we see today is wrong and strange, but don’t you know that nothing happens without the will of the Great Mother Eywa?" Neteyam’s ears perked up at her words, he hugged (Y/N) tighter to himself, as if he was really sincerely and deeply afraid that someone would be brave enough to come up to them and take (Y/N) away from him. “We may not accept or agree that my grandson has chosen a tawtute as his mate, but we must come to terms with this, because the Great Mother herself accepted their union, and therefore the sky girl will remain with us, with her mate.”
The leader's wife glared at her as she walked closer to the older woman, looking at her with genuine confusion.
"She’s a demon,” the woman hissed, pointing her finger towards (Y/N), “She has taken over my son’s mind, poisoned his sanity.”
"And she his muntxate, Neytiri." The old Na'vi simply answered, looking at Neteyam, who held (Y/N) so close to him, as if his own life depended on it. "You can do anything, you hardly have the power to separate them."
Neytiri tried to object, but Mo'at extended her hand to (Y/N), looking sternly at Neteyam, after which, carefully examining the girl's face, she frowned slightly. Neteyam, trusting his grandmother, reluctantly let go of (Y/N), allowing her to take the girl to her hut, however, having arrogantly smiled at the crowd of young Na'vi at last, who dared to look at him with stupid self-confidence just a moment ago, now they dropped their shoulders dejectedly, and Neteyam hurried to go following Mo'at and (Y/N).
The woman brought (Y/N) to her hut, let the girl go ahead, and then followed her. Pointing with her hand to the place where (Y/N) could sit, Mo’at sat down without waiting for the girl, looking at her carefully. (Y/N) felt uncomfortable under this gaze, but for some reason, this old Na'vi only evoked calm in her, and therefore, she hurried to sit opposite her, awkwardly pulling her knees to her chest.
The woman did not look at her for long, as if studying her, but then she smiled easily, although her eyes remained just as attentive and stern.
"It seems," from her voice, soft and soothing, (Y/N) for the first time felt truly safe, as if she was at home. “My grandson doesn’t even think about the fact that there is anything in this world besides you.” I wonder why?"
(Y/N) didn’t answer, just shrugged casually, sincerely wanting to know the answer to this question. Why did it have to be her? No one else, but she must be the most inconspicuous person in the universe.
“Aren’t you afraid, tawtute,” notes of amusement flashed in the woman’s voice, which made (Y/N) look at her in embarrassment. "This is good. You have a strong heart. Stronger than many Na'vi I know."
"Help me,” the girl suddenly said, looking for at least a hint of salvation in the woman’s face and movements. "Please."
"Help?" Mo’at looked at (Y/N) in bewilderment, taking the girl’s hand, unusually cold, into hers. "My grandson loves you tawtute. I would see this even if I were blind."
"But he's slowly killing me!" (Y/N) says this and she wants to cry, although she courageously does not allow herself to do so. "This is not love, this is obsession! And I sincerely don't understand why he chose me. For what?"
Mo'at shakes her head, gently lifting (Y/N)'s chin with her finger and gently stroking her head, like a mother trying to calm a frightened child. Her gaze was warm and motherly, loving, although no less stern, and (Y/N) lowered her eyes.
"Child,” her voice was calm like water in the ocean after a raging storm, and from it, (Y/N) suddenly thought that the only one who could help her was her. "Each Na'vi finds a mate only once. Neteyam sensed you. Until today, I have never seen him defend anyone as fiercely as you did this evening. You've become the center of his universe, so why don't you give him a chance to show you how much he loves you? I see the way you look at him and the way he looks at you. In his eyes, love and longing, in yours, coldness and resentment. When I first saw you together, I couldn’t help but think that together you are like fire and water. Two raging elements that can destroy, but together they can also create. So let Neteyam become for you what he so desperately dreams of becoming."
(Y/N) slumped her shoulders. She doesn't understand, does she? No matter how wise this woman was, she would never understand all the pain that (Y/N) was now experiencing. Neteyam really was like a raging fire that destroyed and destroyed everything, burning everything it touched to the ground. And she, like water that beats against the rocks in the blind hope of grinding them down in order to break through to where she belongs, and still cannot do this. Neteyam entered the hut, stretching out his hands to (Y/N), and Mo'at, looking at her eldest grandson, handed (Y/N) to him, finally looking at her with a strange smile.
Leading the girl out of the hut, Neteyam whispers to Mo'at - "thank you" - and the woman nods to him, thinking that perhaps Eywa had her own, completely incomprehensible, plans for the two of them.
Holding (Y/N) under her buttocks, Neteyam so lovingly touched her face with his flat nose, especially her cheeks and forehead, closing his eyes in bliss. (Y/N) was forced to wrap her legs around his waist in order not to fall, holding his shoulders with her hands. Moving through the village, Neteyam looked ahead, going deeper into the forest, watching as the night plants began to shine with the brightest amazing light. Having seated the girl next to him in a clearing where hundreds of all kinds of flowers were scattered, Neteyam lay down on the thick grass, placing (Y/N) on his chest. The stars burned brightly in the sky, illuminating the sky with their light, while Neteyam looked peacefully into the sky, stroking (Y/N)’s back with his tail. She also looked at the sky, but imagined endless space, with its countless number of galaxies, where, very far from here, lies the Milky Way, where the solar system is located, and her home planet, which she, unfortunately, had never seen. Like many of the people she knew, (Y/N) was born on Pandora, but with all her heart she wanted to go to Earth, although she couldn't help but wonder if she would have adapted to life on it. Perhaps, although (Y/N) wasn't so sure. The opportunity to live and not survive seemed too unrealistic and utopian, and therefore terribly fabulous.
Neteyam purred underneath her as his ears twitched slightly from the feeling of (Y/N)'s face making contact with his body. Damn, so small, so different, all his. Pulling (Y/N) closer so that her face hovered a couple of centimeters from his, Neteyam softly kissed (Y/N) on the forehead, fluttering his fingers along her spine, moving lower to her buttocks.
"My little brave girl,” Neteyam smiles, again leaving a heated kiss, now on her throat. "Accepted everything that was told to you today so proudly, like a true tsakhik. I'm so proud to have you as my mate."
The girl remained silent, not sure that she should even say anything to him, when a frosty wind blew from the gusts of which (Y/N) shivered, and Neteyam hurried to crush the girl under him, covering her with himself from the cold blows of the wind. The grass was soft and warm, pleasantly tickling her skin, while Neteyam took (Y/N) by the hand and laid his head on her chest, lulling himself with the beating of her heart. The loud pounding in her chest was uniform and calm, so familiar and soothing that Neteyam almost fell asleep.
Many herbivores appeared from the thickets, looking with curiosity but wariness at the Na'vi and the man lying under him. They made no sound and hardly moved at all, calming the local fauna and allowing it to roam freely around them without fear. Neteyam purred, his joy hard to miss. The tips of his ears turned a dark shade as he continued to listen to (Y/N)'s heartbeat. Like music, it kept a precise and even rhythm, neither slowing down nor speeding up for a moment, strongly resonating with his own heart, which was beating against his ribs with such speed and power that Neteyam thought that it was trying to escape right into her hands. Such strange but beautiful music of two hearts, and Neteyam sincerely hoped to soon hear a third, small, but surprisingly strong.
Neteyam closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent of (Y/N), and satisfied, he clung to her, carefully licking her chin. (Y/N) did not appreciate such a gesture, although Neteyam was not surprised at all - no matter what he did for her, everything remained devalued. In the depths of his soul, he hoped that this would all change over time, (Y/N) would get used to him, stop driving him away from her. She will no longer run away from him and try to hide, as if she were the victim and he was the predator, because that was not the case at all. She is his mate, she is an equal with him. There is no one other than her who could afford this.
However, not a week later, not a month later, and even a year later, she still did not warm up to him, and Neteyam slowly began to lose all hope. Resentment and misunderstanding bordered on unbearable pain, from the realization that despite the fact that his beloved was here, in his arms, her thoughts were somewhere very far away, as if she had remained in that ill-fated human camp.
"Yawne?" (Y/N) does not answer, but lowers her eyes to him, waiting for Neteyam to continue speaking: "What can I do for you to make you happy?"
"I don't know, Neteyam." The girl didn’t lie. She really, even in her wildest dreams, could not imagine what could be done to correct everything that had already happened. "God, I don’t know."
And that was it.
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(Y/N) never had any illusions that she would find among the Na'vi at least a feigned, but still native corner of peace and quiet, where she could feel at home. No, this simply couldn't happen. Especially not when Neteyam followed her everywhere, hugging her hip with his tail, not allowing the girl to separate from him for a moment. Even though despair and hopelessness consumed her, (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice with what poorly hidden contempt the Na’vi from the Omaticaya clan looked at her. Only at the mere sight of a human girl did they begin to back away and whisper, looking down at her with disgust. Perhaps Mo'at convinced the villagers that (Y/N) was obliged to stay, because the goddess Eywa herself approved the union of Neteyam and the heavenly girl, but this did not change the Na'vi's attitude towards her.
It's funny, if only they knew how immensely she herself wants to leave here and never come back. If only they knew that she was an involuntary captive of Prince Omaticaya, who declared her his wife. If only they knew how much she regretted that she had once allowed kindness to get the better of her, they would have been horrified. Each of them. But no one knew and will know about her pain and fears that are buried in her soul too deep to surface.
Among the Na'vi, the girl was a stranger. They avoided her, did not even want to look in her direction. It wasn't bad, better than open confrontation, and yet, thinking that there was no one here to whom she could tell about what she was experiencing made her feel indescribably sad. Still, it was better than the bloody battles that Neteyam had staged in the first weeks of her becoming “part” of the village.
Neteyam had never allowed her to wander too far before, but now, she had the opportunity to wander around the village, because now she would always be under someone's supervision while he carried out his own duties. Of course no one was watching her. Everyone watched, but secretly hoped that she would go too far, go deeper into the forest and be overtaken by some animal looking for easy prey. This, however, did not happen, and the girl simply did not have time to go too far, although (Y/N) still did not lose hope for a successful escape.
She thought everything was fine. Of course, no one felt sympathy or banal compassion for her, but no one ever tried to attack her. Up to one day. This is an incident of unprecedented bloodshed that (Y/N) will never forget. She never wanted to once again catch the eye of the Na'vi who were so unhappy to see her in their village, but that time, she really made a mistake. Neteyam went hunting with his father and younger brother, tenderly kissing her goodbye, when (Y/N), in order to drive away the obsessive melancholy from herself, with great difficulty and effort, descended from the high tree on which Neteyam’s hut was located, where he had kept her locked up for so long.
Walking barefoot on the soft grass, (Y/N) couldn't help but gaze at the incredible scenery of the village in which this strange race lived. Perhaps it was her destiny to die on that ill-fated day, and that must be why she came across a group of young Na'vi, who only hissed threateningly when they noticed her.
"Look, Evä'itan,” one of them grinned, revealing his white fangs. "This is our little vrrtep."
"She must have gotten lost without her protector,” he chuckled, coming too close to her. "But since she’s all alone here, we need to show each of the tawtute where their place is, isn’t it, Äpìtki?"
The way they suddenly approached her, surrounding her on both sides, was not the worst thing in her already sad situation. No, the worst thing was the way they approached her - in their eyes there was undisguised hatred, disgust and, most importantly, excitement. They wanted to kill her, and they will do it, because there is no miracle that would reward her with wings for everything she has experienced, allowing (Y/N) to fly infinitely far from this place.
It was useless to retreat, but the instinct of survival was stronger, demanding, if not to fight, then to flee in a vain attempt to save one’s life. Looking them straight in the eye, (Y/N) took a step back as they took two steps towards her. Well, she was born human, but even then, (Y/N) knew herself, hating with every fiber of her being that damned trait that made her so loved and appreciated by Hank. She won't die without a fight. The Na'vi rushed towards her, but (Y/N) was just waiting for it, jumped to the side with the speed of lightning, and then rushed to run into the forest as fast as her body would allow. The Na'vi growled and laughed, running after her, with anticipation of victory, while (Y/N) continued to run, her eyes clinging to everything that could help her escape. But in the forest there was nothing except a lot of greenery and foliage, and ahead there was a huge cliff, if she had fallen from it, she would have had time to remember her whole life before dying.
"So what will you do now, tawtute?" Evä'itan asked with his teeth bared, approaching her like a predatory beast. "Will you throw yourself down? Don't bother yourself, let us help you."
(Y/N) without taking her eyes off the Na'vi, said a silent prayer that if she was destined to die here and now, then at least let this death be quick.
An angry growl was heard, but no pain followed. Instead, (Y/N) witnessed the fury with which Neteyam sat astride Evä'itan, stabbing him without stopping while he tried in vain to cover himself with his hands.
Äpìtki, who had previously stood aside, rushed to help Evä'itan, but Neteyam was ready for this too. With amazing speed, he stood up from the lying and bleeding Na'vi, rushing at Äpìtki, stabbing him in the eye. The Na'vi let out such a blood-curdling scream that for a moment (Y/N) thought that Neteyam had killed him. An endless stream of blood gushed out from the eye socket pierced by the knife, and Äpìtki fell to the ground holding the wound with a trembling hand. Grabbing Äpìtki by the kura, Neteyam pulled the Na'vi's braid towards himself, forcing him to look him straight in the eyes with his disfigured face. The hatred with which Neteyam looked at him instilled genuine primal horror in the heart of Äpìtki.
"You two are just as dirty as your sister." Neteyam hissed, with winding Äpìtki's braid around his fist, forcing him to grab onto it, in an attempt to relieve the pain at least a little. "Eywa will not want to accept you into her ranks, so get ready for Äpìtki oblivion, you two will spend eternity in it."
The knife rose high above his head, Neteyam was ready to deal a fatal blow to the wounded Na'vi, when (Y/N)'s confident but calm voice was heard, and her careful, almost gentle touch on his skin sobered Neteyam. Turning to the girl, he slightly lowered the knife and stood on one knee in front of the girl, looking at her with undisguised love and awe.
"Don't kill him." A request from which Neteyam looked at her in bewilderment, slightly curling his ears. "Please."
"But, yawne,” Neteyam objected, feeling (Y/N) wrap her hands around his bloody hand. "He could kill you. They both deserved their fate."
"But he is helpless!" Neteyam shuddered when (Y/N)’s warm palm stroked the skin of his hand as it had done so long ago, tenderly and affectionately. "I am begging you."
Humbly lowering the knife, Neteyam finally pulled Äpìtki's kuru with force, tearing out another guttural cry of pain from his chest, and baring his fangs approached the Na'vi's face, dangerously close.
"Once again you will approach my mate, and I will kill each of you with my own hands."
Äpìtki, who was no longer able to speak from the pain in his throat, only nodded uncertainly, his tail between his legs like a beaten dog, and when Neteyam finally let him go, he rushed to his brother lying in a pool of his own blood, who, however, was alive, but wounded so that he it was difficult to watch him without disgust and malicious fake pity.
With one last look of contempt at his brothers, Neteyam scooped (Y/N) up into his arms, leading her back to the village and the safety of their hut. Holding (Y/N) tightly in his arms, Neteyam felt how treacherously fast his heart was beating. Ava, he could have lost her. They could have killed her, taking her away from him forever. The thought that he could be late, allowing them to leave him alone for the rest of his days tormented his soul, and Neteyam himself did not notice with what force he pressed (Y/N) to his chest, allowing her to hear the thunderous beating of his heart.
Lowering the girl to the floor of the hut, Neteyam looked at her, examining her body for even a tiny scratch, stroking her delicate skin with his fingertips.
"You’re wounded,” not a trace remained of the former care and softness in her voice, only a cold statement of fact. Neteyam looked at the bleeding shoulder, where there was indeed a small but deep wound.
"This is nonsense, yawntutsyìp." Neteyam said, gently pressing his nose into her palm. "You're okay and that's all that matters."
(Y/N) just shook her head, walking away from Neteyam under his frown. She moves away from him again. Biting his lip, Neteyam sighed tiredly, and yet, the tenderness that she gave him in that short moment was worth everything in the world. Every wound, every drop of blood he shed. The sound of tearing fabric interrupted his thoughts, and Neteyam watched in surprise as he concentrated on bandaging his shoulder. The fabric she used was part of her loincloth, which Neteyam had given her shortly before this moment, although (Y/N) had never worn it, not wanting to attract even more unnecessary attention to herself with the too bright fabric.
Her hands confidently wrapped the fabric around his shoulder, while Neteyam, as if forgetting how to breathe, looked at her without blinking, feeling his cheeks getting warmer with every second.
"Yawne, I…" Neteyam suddenly falls silent, not knowing what to say. (Y/N) however doesn't say anything or even open her eyes from his wound, tying the fabric in a knot tight enough to stop the bleeding. "You shouldn't do this."
(Y/N) finally opens her gaze from his hand, moving her eyes to his face, and Neteyam, intoxicated by her warmth, grabs the girl’s hand, pulling her towards him.
"Why not?"
"Because it’s not my duty to protect you, it’s the meaning of my life." Neteyam gently touches the top of (Y/N)’s head with his lips, hugging her as if he lets go of her even for a moment, she will dissolve like fog in the morning and will never return to him. "And I let them attack you."
(Y/N) holds her hands on Neteyam’s chest, amazed at how hot his skin was crying. The way with which primitive savagery he tore the skin of those Na'vi into pieces with a knife, how without thinking for a second he covered her with himself... (Y/N) could not and did not want to understand this. Closing her eyes, she sighed calmly, blowing her cool breath onto his skin.
pairing: yandere!neteyam sully x (fem) human!reader
summary: neteyam feels his heart being torn apart in his chest, and can do nothing about it. his beloved, although she remained in the omaticaya clan, was an outcast, while all he really wants is to see her happy. and it may be difficult to love her when she doesn't love him back, but neteyam is willing to do it as long as she is by his side.
genre: angst, hurt/comfort, not truly unrequited love, love/hate.
(Y/N) has been thinking a lot about her life lately. How ineptly she spent it here on Pandora. This is where she grew up and learned to survive. Here she celebrated coming of age in a narrow circle of her few friends. Here she found and too quickly lost love, having found someone who gave her something completely unimaginable every day. And she must die here on Pandora. Far from friends and family, who, however, had probably forgotten about her a long time ago. Sitting in the shade of a huge tree that seemed to fill the entire village, (Y/N) watched the Na'vi children frolic, under the careful supervision of their mothers, who watched their children's pranks with gentle smiles.
They laughed loudly, not stopping the game for a second, and (Y/N) suddenly thought that perhaps, somewhere deep down, they were not so different. Taking a deep breath, the girl leaned back on the thick tree trunk, stroking the thick grass with her fingers. The sun was unusually hot today, and (Y/N) was not eager to leave her cool little shelter. One of the kids suddenly fell to the ground, still smiling widely, and deftly grabbed the other by the tail, pulling him along with him. The picture is the most perfect. Not for her. One of the mothers looked up at (Y/N) for only a moment, but that was enough to understand that she was not happy to see the man here. (Y/N) chuckled. Not that anyone here had a choice, and yet, in order not to run into trouble and not create unnecessary problems, (Y/N) rose from the ground and, brushing her bare legs from dust and dirt, began to slowly move away from them, which did not go unnoticed.
Neteyam, standing next to his father, silently watched as (Y/N) left the place she had chosen only because Zuleika looked at her. She was one of the many who did not accept (Y/N) into the clan, not missing the opportunity to show the girl all her contempt and superiority over her. It would be stupid to deny - (Y/N) suffered in the Omaticaya clan. She didn’t feel in her place, didn’t know what to do with herself, wandering around the village for days like a restless ghost. She had no friends or loved ones here to distract her attention while Neteyam was away.
The girl was completely lost, completely withdrawn into herself, and Neteyam did not know what to do. The disappointment he felt from the fact that despite all his persistent efforts and attempts, nothing had changed. The Omaticaya clan will never change. Clenching his fists, Neteyam looked at Zuleika and, as if sensing the gaze of the leader’s eldest son, instantly drooped with her tail between her legs. The thought that she could repeat the fate of the brothers Äpìtki and Evä'itan made her become much more modest than she was just a moment ago.
She looked warily at Neteyam, timidly taking her baby in her arms, who began to stubbornly ask his mother to let him play a little more with the other children, while the woman hurriedly moved away from the attentive eyes of the prince. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest as she tried to push his gaze out of her mind. Zuleika had no doubt that if Neteyam had had such an opportunity, she would already be dead.
Any disrespect for his mate was regarded as an assassination attempt, no matter if they pushed (Y/N) in the shoulder, knocked her down with their tail, or even looked angrily in her direction, for Neteyam it was all the same, and therefore, he didn't think long before engage in fierce battles with anyone who dares to offend his mate.
Jake watched as his son's chest rose and fell frequently as he tried to force himself to force out the anger that had built up in his soul and mind. Putting his hand on his son's shoulder, Jake patted him lightly, to which Neteyam only turned around, smiling at his father, although this smile did not reach his eyes, which is why it looked extremely forced and false. Jake frowned slightly, sincerely not understanding what was going on in his eldest son's head. It seemed that in an instant he was cold as ice, not wanting to give the bride he and Neytiri had chosen for him even a warm look, when suddenly, he went completely crazy. As if slowly but surely, Neteyam is finally rejecting the light, increasingly stretching out his hands to darkness. This girl... Jake didn't know what to think. Perhaps this was what was supposed to happen, although he was sincerely convinced that such a thing would be done by Lo'ak, who was too wayward and stubborn, or by Kiri, who was too strongly attached to the human guy Spider. Anyone could do this, but the last thing Jake expected was that it would be his intelligent eldest son who so valued being the future Oloeiktan. Now, he suddenly forgets about everything, not wanting to listen to anyone who tells him to stop, that this union is sick and wrong.
Jake wants to say something, but cannot find the right words, and only turns his eyes somewhere far away, meeting the gaze of O’el’s large eyes, similar to two suns burning with gold. The girl, thin and graceful, was hiding behind a tree, watching Neteyam, who definitely saw her, but did not even want to look in her direction. Everything about her was wrong, disgusting and nasty. The desire to become a new tsahik, to be the wife of the future leader, that’s all that was on this Na’vi’s mind. But Neteyam did not love her not for this reason. His heart simply no longer belonged to him. It, like his mind, soul and body, like his entire being, his entire existence, was completely and completely under the control of (Y/N).
The girl occupied all his thoughts, all his desires were connected only with her, and it hurt. Neteyam understood from the very moment he first saw her, smelled her scent, so magical and enchanting, that he would never belong to himself. It was painful. It was exciting. It was right. No matter how much he sometimes suffered from the cold glances of his beloved, he did not want any other girl who would willingly warm him with her embrace. No, there was only one in his life, the one whom he claimed as his own, declared as his mate, and only at her feet he would spend the rest of his life.
Neteyam suddenly, without realizing it, touched his fingers to the shoulder that (Y/N) had just recently carefully bandaged, when all he deserved was contempt and hatred from her. He was guilty before her, he allowed her to be attacked, he allowed these Txanfwìngtus to even think that they could harm her. But instead of screaming at him and trying to run away, (Y/N) so carefully bandaged his such a minor wound that Neteyam felt as if the whole world froze at that moment. Oh, if being wounded meant having her hands on him even for a short time, Neteyam would have done everything to come into her tender arms exhausted and wounded.
“My son,” Jake suddenly said, forcing Neteyam to break out of the pool of his thoughts and look at his father. - What happened to you?
"They won't accept her, will they." Said Neteyam, looking ahead with an unseeing gaze. "They won't accept us."
Jake just shook his head. His poor child, so willingly accepted the illusion that if Mo'at allowed the girl to stay in the village, it meant that the clan would accept her without complaint. No, such a miracle could not happen.
"What happened there at the cliff, Neteyam?" Neteyam clenched his jaw tightly, his back and shoulder muscles tensed and seemed about to burst from tension. Of course, Jake couldn't know for sure, but given the wounds with which the two arrived at Mo'at's hut, the picture of what happened was quickly and simply formed. "Äpìtki and Evä'itan look like they were attacked by Thanator."
“Oh,” - Neteyam almost grinned, remembering Äpìtki’s face, distorted with pure, genuine horror. “If they had met not me but Thanator, their fate would have been much less sad.”
Neteyam didn’t know how to describe it, but the moment the two brothers rushed at (Y/N), it was like he was possessed by the devil. The instinct to protect, to be close to her, to not allow anyone to hurt her, filled every thought, causing his entire body to tear, maim and kill. Neteyam knew well what this feeling was, because he had already experienced it a year ago. But then, everything was different. That night he fought against the people who kept him captive, who wouldn't let him be near (Y/N). Yesterday, he attacked the people of his clan, the same Na'vi. But even now, when the rage had exhausted itself, when he clearly saw that (Y/N) was no longer in danger, he still did not feel remorse for what he had done to Äpìtki and Evä'itan. If (Y/N) had not stopped him, Neteyam would have slit their throats without a second thought, but for a reason completely unknown to him, she did not allow him to kill them, and Neteyam sincerely wanted to know why.
His gaze suddenly stopped at the children playing, who in a fit of fun were pulling each other’s ears, laughing merrily and making grimaces at each other. Neteyam could only sigh sadly at this. Despite the fact that his heart still burned with hope, somewhere deep down he began to understand that he might never see his son or daughter playing with the rest of the children. At this thought, his ears and tail drooped, although he did his best to maintain a straight face in front of his father.
"Neteyam,” said Jake, with an unusually soft tone for him, “Tell me son, what’s going on? You have never been like this before."
Neteyam did not answer. What could he say? If his father, who at one time renounced his own self, having fallen in love with Neytiri, cannot understand what is happening to his son, Neteyam had nothing to say to him. The only thing he wanted now was to leave his father and follow (Y/N) and take her far away from here, from the place where she was unhappy.
Neteyam wishes things had turned out differently. If he had been born human, it would be much, much easier. But Mo'at turned out to be right, and they, like two elements, like fire and water, which are completely different and incompatible, ended up together. And they are both trapped. The Na'vi will never accept (Y/N) into their clan, no matter what happens, and people will never be able to accept him.
Neteyam often offered prayers to the Great Mother, hoping to find out the answer to the question that tormented him. If she brought their destinies together, why do they have to go through so many trials to never be separated again?
"Why does love cause so much pain?" Neteyam asked, looking ahead with an empty, seeing nothing look. This question was not addressed to Jake, and was only a way to force himself to stop thinking about what brought so much suffering. "Is this truly love..."
"No Neteyam,” Jake answered, thinking sadly that he never wanted his son to experience such feelings. "Love should bring lightness and freedom."
Freedom... that's what (Y/N) meant when she said that his love was suffocating her. Is it really possible that if he lets her go, this will be the highest manifestation of pure and devoted love for her? Neteyam did not want this, because he knew that if he let her leave him even one step, he would no longer be able to exist in this world. How much he was attached to her, how much he needed her to be around all the time, frightened him, but at the same time, it comforted him and carefully hid him from the outside world. And Neteyam was not ready to part with (Y/N), even if it meant the ultimate manifestation of selfishness and greed. His love was selfish and greedy.
Noticing his son's sad look and how much his shoulders sagged, Jake gently touched his back with a calloused hand and said:
"But if love is real, sometimes it really requires sacrifice. And only those who can pass all the tests are awarded the opportunity to experience all the delights and warmth of love. And you know, it seems to me that for the sake of the one you love, you can lose a lot."
Neteyam only smiled sadly at these words. If only it were that simple. And it was not at all a matter of sacrifices, which Neteyam was ready to make for her again and again. It was only about (Y/N)'s heart that irrevocably belonged to the human, and even if she ever loved him even a quarter of how much he loved her, Neteyam would still forever remain in second place to her. He will never be first in her eyes.
Hastily saying goodbye to his father, Neteyam headed towards the place where (Y/N) had gone. Her tracks on the grass were barely noticeable, but even so, he was able to find her without difficulty. She sat near a large stone, which remained as cold on this day as on cool nights, due to the fact that it was constantly in the shade of the dense foliage of the trees. Moving closer to (Y/N), Neteyam dropped to all fours and gently nuzzled the girl’s neck. (Y/N) did not respond to this gesture, but was in no hurry to move away, and Neteyam allowed himself to sit in front of her, wrapping his tail around her waist.
"Ma' (Y/N)," (Y/N) looked up at Neteyam, sending a pleasant electric shock of excitement through his body. "Why are you here?"
(Y/N) shrugged, gently touching her palms to Neteyam's tail, causing him to flinch slightly, his ears twitching. The touch of her hands was fleeting, but there were echoes of the tenderness that (Y/N) gave him seemingly an eternity ago.
"I don't think I'm welcome in the village." The girl simply said, fidgeting slightly under the grip of his tail, pressing her back against the coolness of the stone.
"Oh, yawne,” Neteyam tightens his tail around her waist, and hurries to cling to (Y/N), burying his nose in her neck, selflessly licking her skin. "You shouldn't worry about it. No one will hurt you, I promise."
"I’m not afraid that someone will try to hurt me,” Neteyam slightly moves away from (Y/N), carefully peering into the girl’s face, stroking the skin of her thighs with his thumbs. “I just don’t feel comfortable here, that’s all.”
Neteyam looks away, touching his face to (Y/N)’s skin again, pressing his cheek to her chest. The girl breathed steadily, her chest calmly rising and falling, allowing Neteyam to enjoy these quiet moments next to (Y/N). His lips touched her collarbone softly, causing (Y/N) to spasm slightly as he tickled her skin with the tip of his tail.
"Ma' (Y/N)" Neteyam tries his best not to purr when (Y/N) suddenly touches the tip of his tail with her fingers, awkwardly stroking it. - This is now your home too. What can I do to make you feel good here?
“I don’t know, Neteyam,” (Y/N) removes her hands from him again, and Neteyam whines quietly in disappointment, replacing his tail with his arms, tightly hugging the girl’s waist. - If only I had someone here with whom I could talk. I wish I had friends here.
Neteyam is silent, listening carefully to the girl, and no less carefully thinking about her words. Of course, she is sad here because she is the only person in the village. She was lonely, and the constant sidelong glances in her direction only aggravated her already difficult situation. Leaving a light kiss under her chin, Neteyam suddenly began to wag his tail, occasionally tapping it on the ground, raising clouds of dust.
“I could introduce you to my sister,” Neteyam said, to (Y/N)’s slightly surprised look. "She will like you, I know for sure."
"You know,” (Y/N), for no apparent reason, touches the tips of his ears with her fingers, and Neteyam suddenly begins to feel as if his whole body has acquired a bright purple hue. "I would like that. Really."
The peaceful way (Y/N) sat next to him, allowing him to freely kiss her skin in the most innocent and sincere expressions of love, made Neteyam think that perhaps yesterday, during the fight with Äpìtki and Evä'itan, he was not at all won, but was mortally wounded and now sees a delusional dream. But now (Y/N) takes her hands away from him again, touching his wounded shoulder, which she so carefully and carefully bandaged, and Neteyam can’t help himself and just trembles, as if suffering from a strange fever.
(Y/N) takes a closer look at his shoulder, which must still be sore, although it doesn't look as bad as it did yesterday. The girl sighed tiredly. The care she had been bestowing on Neteyam lately had been more forced than willing. The Na'vi clearly showed her that they did not welcome humans in their company, and much to her regret, Neteyam was the only one who could protect her.
"Hurts?" the girl asked, to which Neteyam shook his head, feeling a slight excitement that made him feel pleasant in his lower abdomen.
"No, yawne,” Neteyam answered must have been too hasty, causing his ears to twitch in embarrassment, and hid his face, burying them in (Y/N)’s chest. "Thanks to you, no."
(Y/N) nodded intuitively and closed her eyes slightly. Neteyam's tail, still deprived of attention, continued to tap on the ground, only further confusing its owner. What happened to him? Previously, he was surrounded by girls' attention. Each of them tried to impress him, and none of them managed to attract even one glance from him. But (Y/N), she just needs to look at him, and his heart is already torn from his chest right into her hands.
Perhaps he is weak to give in to her so easily. Perhaps he was truly insane and possessed by demons, as the clan secretly said behind his back. But despite everything, he had salvation from the darkness in which he was mired, and this angel of light was right here in his hands.
"Ma' (Y/N)," Neteyam suddenly stammers, and feels completely unable to connect even two words. The tenderness that (Y/N) offered him for the first time in so long was intoxicating. Too seductive, and that made her too easy to become addicted to. "I... I love you, more than anything in the world, you know that?"
"Yes Neteyam,” (Y/N) answers wearily, not the first time hearing these words from him. "I know."
"Then I beg you, tsawke syulang,” his eyes are tightly closed, and he does not find the strength to tear himself away from her soft skin and look at (Y/N), knowing that he will not see anything in her eyes. "Promise that one day, maybe not now, but someday, you will love me back. Please, yawne, promise me."
(Y/N) now looks at him almost with pity, barely able to believe what he is asking. No, the heart doesn’t work like that, and it’s impossible to fall in love only by promising it. But Neteyam desperately waits and believes in it, while (Y/N) peers into the distance, where a human base is located somewhere far away. Where possible, she would find a real home. Neteyam tightens his fingers on her skin, and (Y/N) can’t help but notice how tense he is. Was it worth it for him to give everything he has to her, to a person who no longer sincerely believes that she is capable of ever loving someone.
She suddenly remembered an unusually bright, sunny day when she and Jared, too passionate about each other, foolishly walked too far into the forest. Then, she was afraid, still too young at fifteen to think sensibly and soberly. Jared was already brave and smart beyond his years, and (Y/N) wanted to be the same. So that Jared doesn't regret choosing her. Now, five years later, she understands that she let him down, and she did not become what she promised to be. So is it now worth remembering the good things that once happened? The time she spent with him slipped away, and no matter how much (Y/N) tried to grab onto him, she let it go too easily.
"Neteyam,” his ears perked up, his tail froze in the air, curving as if in a strange fright. "I'm sorry, but I can't promise you that."
"Why?" (Y/N) can’t hear him well, but from his shaking shoulders and choked breathing, she understands how hard he’s trying to hold back his tears. "Why not?"
"Because this promise will be a lie." (Y/N) explains patiently, and as if in a weak attempt to calm him down, she strokes Neteyam’s head.
"Then lie to me!" the despair that she hears in Neteyam’s voice does not fit in her head. He finally raises his head from her neck, looking into her eyes, his huge and golden ones, which sparkled not at all from the glare of the sun, but from unshed tears. "Promise me that you will love me, even if it is not true. Tell me anything and I will believe any of your lies. Just don't leave me. Please don't make me lose faith that I can be loved by you."
"Neteyam..." (Y/N) tries to say something, but Neteyam interrupts her by bringing the girl’s palm to his face, kissing her palm.
"I remember you." Misunderstanding is clearly visible on (Y/N)’s face, and Neteyam smiles sadly at her, squeezing her hand in his with all-consuming sadness. "I remember the first time I smelled you, six years ago. Then, it was so light, airy and subtle, because I was too small to understand. And yet, your smell was so sweet, and when I smelled it, it felt so good that I wanted more and more. I didn't know it was you. I thought it was my imagination. But I became curious, and I followed this heady aroma, going deeper and deeper into the forest, until eventually I saw people. There were so many of them, and each smelled differently, and there were an awful lot of these smells, too pungent. But even then, I still felt that special smell. Your smell, yawne. The moment I saw you, it seemed to me that I saw Eywa herself in front of me. I wanted to approach you so badly, but I was scared. I didn’t know what to tell you, I thought you’d be scared of me."
Neteyam smiled what had to be the saddest smile in the world as (Y/N) earnestly tried to remember even a hint of his image in her early life. Neteyam touched his fingers to (Y/N)’s hair, which, as usual, was woven with a sun lily, which Neteyam loved to decorate her hair with. Gently stroking her strands, Neteyam lowered his eyes.
"I couldn’t forget you, although it seemed to me that I had simply made you up. Then, I thought that no corner of the universe could have such beauty. I so wanted to touch you, to feel that you were real, although I just couldn’t decide to do it. Every day I came to your camp, hoping that I would find you alone, but there were always so many people around you. You were never alone, and while you were surrounded by a crowd, I felt terribly lonely. Watching you from tree branches and not being able to approach you... it was torture, sevin. But even so, just watching how you live, how you learn to fight, how you move, was already Ava’s gift. And then, my father decided to take our whole family to the reefs. I didn't want to leave, I didn't want to leave you, but then, I was still a child in his eyes, incapable of making decisions. On the reefs, in a place where I was so far from you, I still couldn’t forget. I didn't want to forget you. Hear me, yawntutsyìp, I was born for you! I was created to love you and worship you. I couldn't forget you during all this time that we were apart, so how can you not see? Eywa brought us together, and therefore I have not looked at any other girl for a day, not a single moment, because you have always been and will be the only one for me."
(Y/N) listened to him silently, only pressing her back harder into the stone, as if trying to merge with it. Six years ago. He was already following her then, and she, due to her stupidity and naivety, did not even know about it. Was he even exposed to this madness even as a child? (Y/N)'s gaze suddenly dropped to his chest, and (Y/N) noticed a scar on his smooth blue skin that she had never paid attention to before. Round and small, it decorated his skin with pale stripes, and (Y/N) realized that he had been shot. And it would be better if they killed him, the girl thought, clenching her hands into fists. Let him die, bleed, suffer in agony until his eyes stop seeing this world. But he had to survive. To survive and break into her life, destroying everything she knew and loved along the way, filling her entire world with only herself.
That's why he didn't recognize me, (Y/N) suddenly thought as she remembered the day he first took her in the forest. Even before their first time with Jared, she smelled more of him and much less of herself, because she tried so hard to wear his clothes, sleep in his bed, in his arms. Neteyam did not recognize her scent, and if Jane had not forced her to go to his cell, he would never have been able to recognize her, because only at the moment when he seemed too close, he was able to smell her, dividing her life into before and after.
What kind of creature possessed his mind, that even as a child he watched her? He watched from behind the branches, where she couldn't find him even if she wanted to.
Noticing her changed look, Neteyam sighed shakily, twitching his ears in what must have been too much excitement. What happened that she suddenly began to look at him as before, with fear and hostility. What did he do wrong? How could he have hidden from her the fact that he loved her for so long that it began to bring physical and mental suffering. Was it his fault that he couldn't be there for her in the first place. Neteyam tried to move closer to (Y/N), but she, not wanting to feel his touch, recoiled, abruptly jumping to her feet. Neteyam watched her every movement, even the most imperceptible, in panic, in sincere fear that she would try to run away from him again.
"You were stalking me." The girl says, and Neteyam feels his heart skip a beat from the coldness with which she speaks to him. "Even then, God, you are sick, you are crazy!"
"I was a child, yawne!" Neteyam exclaimed in a weak attempt to justify himself. His heart suddenly began to beat too fast in his chest, his body went cold. “I didn’t mean anything bad, I just wanted to be closer to you, that’s all!”
"And that's why you didn't come after?" (Y/N) grinned, which made Neteyam flinch, sincerely not understanding why she was so upset. "Because you didn’t recognize my smell. God, Jared saved me from you for so many years!"
Saved her from him? No, no, no, that's not true! He didn’t save her, he tried to take her away from Neteyam, and that’s all. Of course, how could he recognize her smell when her lovely body was covered with the stench of this dirty, rootless tawtute! He did not save her, but hid her in his unprincipled and cruel cunning.
Jared... a blue-eyed guy with skin as white as the clouds that almost touch the tops of the Hallelujah Mountains. Saved her... that's what she thinks. That this tawtute is a hero, a warrior who gave his life for her, while Neteyam is a terrible monster who took his life.
Why did he have to experience all this? What did he do to inflict such cruel punishment on himself? Eywa, if she had even pretended to be in love with him, he would have given her all the stars in the sky. Could a man who has been dead for a long time really be so dear to her?
“Eywa,” - thoughts rush around in a continuous stream, while he has already miserably failed all attempts to hold back the tears that are rolling down his cheeks. “It would be better if you let me die, because life without her is worse than death.”
Neteyam can’t find the strength to let go of (Y/N)’s hand, so he holds on to it, letting the tears blur his eyes, almost blinding him.
"Do you want to leave me so badly?" Neteyam’s voice is quiet and barely intelligible, broken and crushed, just like its owner. "Leave me alone, knowing that there won't be a day that I don't think about you. Who am I to you, syulang? A monster, isn't it?"
(Y/N) doesn’t know what to answer because her heart is breaking into pieces. Why, why, despite how much she knows she hates him, her heart aches when she sees him so unhappy. Was this a strange form of dependence on one's own tormentor, or was it some kind of illness? How could she be tormented by doubts when all she so sincerely wanted was to make him suffer the same way he made her suffer. Why now, all she wants to do is not run away from him as before, but come up and calm him down? To mend his broken heart, and allow him to take her into his arms, from which she will definitely not run away. Syulang... even now, when she mercilessly tramples his love, his words are full of tenderness, and now (Y/N) suddenly begins to understand that she herself is the same monster as him.
Neteyam is broken and destroyed. Salty tears roll down his cheeks, gathering on his lips, and Neteyam can't help but remember the face of O'el, who also sobbed before him when he rejected her. Is this how she felt? Humiliation, pain, resentment, anger, hatred. But Neteyam didn’t feel humiliated, nor did he hate (Y/N). All he felt was an unbearable pain in his chest, as if he had been knocked to the ground by a flock of ikrans and tormented by their dagger-sharp nails and teeth. Pain that brought suffering and pleasure, that hurt and healed. And Jake was damn wrong when he said that love should bring freedom and ease. This is just a parody of love, of twisted feelings, saturated with falsehood and fear of making sacrifices for the sake of your beloved. Love that brings ease is reserved for the weak. But Neteyam, even now, kneeling and bursting into tears, was not weak. Not when (Y/N) is still with him.
Squeezing (Y/N)’s palm with his fingers, Neteyam felt her touch his skin with her index finger and took a step closer. The sun disappears behind the clouds, sending them into darkness for a moment, although Neteyam does not notice this at all. (Y/N) silently looks into his face, slowly approaching him, carefully touching his face with her fingers, wiping away his tears, and sighs too sharply, feeling the cool air creep through her.
Neteyam wants to touch her, pull her to him, never to let go again, and squeezes her hand in his, in fear that (Y/N) will be able to break free and run away, and he, broken and exhausted, will not be able to catch up with her.
(Y/N) still without saying anything, gently wipes his closed eyes with the back of her hand, while Neteyam tries with all his might to follow her hand without losing the much-needed contact with her. Patiently, (Y/N) presses her forehead against his own, in such an innocent and at the same time, scorching gesture that neither of them dares to move, and yet, when the sun peeked out from behind the clouds again, (Y/N ) pulls away from him and smiles crookedly with only the corners of her lips, so that you could barely notice the smile on her face if you didn’t look closely. But Neteyam looked closely, looked at her as if she were the most precious stone that could be admired for an eternity.
"I’m scared, yawne,” (Y/N) understands this. She understands like no one else, because she, too, is scared to the bone. And perhaps, alone, neither he nor she can cope with this fear. "I can not live without you. I can't do anything."
"I know." (Y/N) says calmly, feeling as if two people are fought in her. She is former and present. Both scream and fight for the final choice, and while one demands to run away without looking back, the second timidly asks to stay next to him. "I know it."
"Then stay,” Neteyam finally lets go of (Y/N)’s hand to immediately grab her hips, not at all in a sexual, but almost childish gesture, an attempt to convince himself that she is here next to him and will not go anywhere. "Stay with me."
(Y/N) shakes her head, but no longer in denial. It seems that her former self has irrevocably lost, she is not at all the fighter that she considered herself to be. She's just a person, and that's all. Her nature is too simple to understand, everything in her is human and therefore impenetrably stupid and vulnerable, forcing her to close her eyes to the obvious. Even something that hurt and destroyed her personality.
“I would so like to become a man,” Neteyam whispers so quietly that it seemed that even the leaves rustled louder from the light breeze than his voice sounded. "So that you would look at me the way you looked at him."
"I looked at Jared differently, not because he's human, Neteyam." He looks up at her, so unearthly and completely inhumanly beautiful. "I just loved him."
(Y/N) gently cups Neteyam’s face with her hands, and he rushes to cover her hand with his, pulling her closer to his smooth skin.
"You will never love me..." this is no longer a question, and Neteyam feels how his own body stops obeying him.
His tail hangs limply between his legs while his ears are pressed so tightly against his head that it almost hurts. Neteyam purses his lips and tries to continue breathing, although it has suddenly become unbearably difficult. The heart beats unusually slowly in the chest, as if inexorably approaching to finally stop.
"I cannot answer this question, Neteyam." (Y/N) gently stroked his eyelid, horrified in her heart by the sightless look with which he looks at her. Was she really like this all year? So what has changed? "But I'll stay. I promise."
Neteyam slightly raises his eyes to her, and now, in them, a tiny spark of hope is clearly visible to her, which absorbs all the darkness and pain, a spark that gives him a reason to live.
With her arms spread out to the sides, (Y/N) herself calls him into her arms, and within a moment Neteyam hugs her tightly to him, covering top of her head, neck, shoulders, face, everything he can reach with kisses. His lips are salty from tears, but for some reason they suddenly seem completely dear to (Y/N). Whether it was hopelessness or maybe humility, she didn’t know. All that mattered was that now, for the first time in a long time, she felt truly safe.
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Sitting in Neteyam's parents' hut, (Y/N) smiled softly, occasionally chuckling while little Tuk struggled, under the guidance of Kiri, to weave (Y/N) a braid. The girl huffed and stuck out the tip of her tongue, trying to tighten her hair so that the hairstyle would hold, but at the same time, not hurt (Y/N) by accidentally pulling her hair too hard. “I’m sure everything will turn out very beautifully, Knock-Knock,” (Y/N) said, and the girl, blushing slightly, continued her work.
Kiri chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand while (Y/N) gently stroked the girl’s wrist, comforting her as she once again scattered beads on the floor. She snorted with displeasure, but continued her futile attempts while the older girls were talking about something of their own. Such meetings with Kiri became common, and so cozy that (Y/N) at some point simply could not help but draw parallels with Alice. Where is she now? Did she find help, or did she get lost in the forest, wounded and bleeding? This thought made the girl tremble and Tuk, afraid that she had hurt her, instantly took her hands away from her, apologizing.
"No, it's okay, darling" (Y/N) said with a tight smile. “I just remembered something, that’s all. Keep going."
Kiri raised her left eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. It was so strange, and yet, in a sense, natural, but Kiri had never seen Neteyam so wild and at the same time completely tame. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about (Y/N), how tenderly he smiled, and how lovingly he touched the mark of her teeth on his neck. And this was not something new. Back when they were still children, Neteyam constantly ran away somewhere, without telling anyone where, frowning at her and Lo'ak when they asked to go with him. In the end, curiosity killed the cat, and Kiri, who was too curious about what her brother was doing and where he was in such a hurry after each completed training with his father, followed him into the forest thicket to see with what delight and trepidation he was lying on one and tree branches, watched the human girl. She was exactly his age, surrounded by people and had no idea how he was watching her. Covering her mouth with her hands, Kiri hurried away, never telling anyone that Neteyam was absolutely in love with a human girl.
She clearly saw how he turned pale when he heard from his father the news that he had to leave the Omaticaya clan, and how horrified he was when he learned that he could not stay. His father and mother then decided that he was afraid of losing the title of future leader, his status in the clan, but Kiri knew better. But even then, she did not dare to reveal his secret, fearing what punishment Neteyam would face for his such a perverted love for the Sky girl. But here (Y/N) was now sitting next to her, having changed a lot over these six years, becoming much prettier and becoming much more feminine than before, when she was running around in dirty shorts with scratched knees along with the few boys her age, proving that girls can fight too.
When Neteyam returned home from captivity, Kiri already knew how it ended for him. Therefore, she was not at all surprised when her older brother so abruptly broke off his engagement with O'el. Lo'ak was then amazed only by how coldly he spoke to the girl, but he understood perfectly well that Neteyam had not loved her for a day. And even the beauties of the Metkayina clan, who tried so hard to attract his attention, were not successful. If only they knew who Neteyam dreamed of...
Still, (Y/N) liked Kiri. She is smart, and being human, she could always tell something about her world that Kiri secretly wanted to know all her life, but could not ask anyone.
“You know,” Kiri suddenly said, handing Tuk a large blue bead. - Neteyam is not what he seems.
(Y/N) looked at Kiri in bewilderment as she began fiddling with the beads, as if she was trying to occupy her hands with something. Her eyes were downcast, as if she was terribly shy about something, so (Y/N) simply reached out to stroke her knee.
"He just seems so cruel and harsh. He is completely different with those he loves." She paused, biting the tip of her tongue as if trying to weigh the pros and cons, trying to decide whether she should continue speaking. Finally, smoothing her disheveled hair, she continued: “He told you how he constantly ran to your camp to look at you, didn’t he?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, not wanting to remember Neteyam's confession that he had been following her since she was a child, which he told her almost two weeks ago. It was no longer so mentally frightening for her, just... unpleasant. Of course, he could rightly be afraid to approach her. She was always surrounded by a crowd of kids her age, and if they saw the Na'vi, they would hardly try to ask him about the reasons for his stay in the human camp. No, a crowd of teenagers would have raised such a cry that all the adults would have come running and opened fire on him with machine guns.
"Yeah." The girl said dryly, looking towards Neteyam, who, having caught her gaze, smiled at her, with a bright sparkle in his eyes.
"I caught him looking at you one day." Kiri admitted honestly while (Y/N) waited for her to continue. "He looked so peaceful and happy, you know, I’ve never seen him like that. As if he had found something that brings him real, genuine joy. Even then, I couldn’t help but see how much he loved you, and if our parents hadn’t taken us to the reefs, I’m sure everything could have happened differently. It may be weird and wrong, and you have every right to be angry at him, but I promise you, he didn't do anything bad."
“In any case then...” - however, she never dared to say these words.
And yet, Kiri sounded so sincere that it was almost impossible not to believe her words. (Y/N) didn’t say anything in response, only carefully considering her words. (Y/N) was no longer angry with Neteyam at all. Something in her had broken, and now, for some reason, she didn’t want to move away from him at all. Watching him hurriedly walk towards Mo'at's hut, (Y/N) lightly licked his lips, which were suddenly dry. God, this is all so wrong. And yet, she could not help but catch herself thinking that her life without Neteyam would never be the same.
Neteyam watched with rapture as his beloved played with his little sister until he entered his grandmother's hut. Mo'at was not alone, treating the wound of the Na'vi kid, on whose arm a nantang bite burned like a bloody red spot. The boy, barely noticing Neteyam, clenched his fists tightly, his ears were pressed tightly to his head, but he did not utter a single sob, not wanting to appear weak to the Omaticaya prince. Smirking to himself at this stoicism, Neteyam gently called out to Mo'at.
“You’re busy,” he said, smiling at the little Na’vi. "I'll come back to you later."
"No need, we're almost done, aren't we Ta'tey?" the boy nodded, and after Mo’at made the last smear of ointment, Ta’tey smiled from ear to ear, thanked Mo’at and ran out of the hut.
Neteyam himself couldn’t help but smile. At this age, the Na'vi are so adorable. Their innocent pranks, their tiny ears and tails, and how carefree they could be.
"You were like that yourself, once upon a time." Mo’at smiled, as if reading her grandson’s thoughts, which, however, could have been. "Sit down, since you came."
Neteyam sat down in front of Mo'at and took a deep breath. He didn't know what he was going to tell her. His worries did not go away, but on the contrary, they grew stronger every day, because despite all his attempts, despite his every prayer, (Y/N) could not get pregnant from him. Was there a possibility that her body was rejecting him? Was there any chance that they could have a child at all? Neteyam did not know, and therefore all his hopes were only in Mo'at and her wise advice.
The woman looked at her grandson with her penetrating, sharp gaze, only becoming more amazed to herself. Her eldest grandson became unimaginably handsome. Having matured, he matured and, of course, became much wiser. At twenty years old, he boasted the stoicism and cold calculation of the warrior that he was. So where did all these qualities go when it came to this earthly girl? Mo'at could only silently wonder. When the barely alive brothers entered her hut, she knew what had happened even without their stories. And yet, the way these wounds were inflicted could not help but surprise Mo'at. With what precision and cruelty each blow with a knife was delivered. Neteyam, even in a moment of rage, knew what he was doing, and therefore, he hit the most vulnerable places, wanted to make them suffer, and no matter how terrible it was, to some extent, such a desire to protect was also impressive.
“Why are you looking away,” the woman asked, taking her grandson by the hand, “I know why you came. But you yourself must understand that everything has its time."
Everything has its time... yes, he had already heard this many times. But the wait was unbearable, and over time, nothing changed. Neteyam just wanted to know what was wrong. He wanted to know how to fix everything.
Deep down, Neteyam knew that this child was just his selfish desire to tie (Y/N) to him, to stop her attempts to leave. Force the Na'vi Omaticaya to accept her. Them. But a year of trying went in vain, and (Y/N) was never able to conceive a child with him.
Of course, she promised to stay. She promised that she would not leave him, and Neteyam wanted to believe it. He wanted to believe that (Y/N) would stay with him until the very end, until the time came for both of them to go to the Great Mother in another world, where they could continue their eternal life, together.
And yet, despite everything, Neteyam sincerely wanted this child. He wanted to see him growing in (Y/N)’s womb, growing stronger every day, he wanted to see how his and (Y/N) baby would open his eyes for the first time and smile at them. Neteyam wanted to hold this tiny creature that was the fruit of his and (Y/N)'s love while the girl lay on his chest. Neteyam wanted, needed this child, but he was not there, and perhaps he never would be.
Noticing how her grandson's shoulders sank, Mo'at just shook her head, not knowing what else she could tell him. Such a union was impossible to imagine, and therefore, if an earthly girl could become pregnant from him, it would be nothing less than a miracle and a blessing from Eywa. Otherwise, she could not imagine that something like this could happen.
"Be patient, my child,” Mo’at said, gently stroking the backs of Neteyam’s hands. "If Eywa allowed you to be together, I believe she will fulfill your wish."
"She doesn't love me at all, grandma." Neteyam said suddenly, backing his ears and pulling his knees to his chest, just like in childhood, when he occasionally resorted to her, when he was once again scolded by his father for not stopping Lo'ak's stupid prank. Only with her, with his wise and fair grandmother, did he allow himself to show his deep resentment towards his father, who was sometimes terribly unfair to his sons. Now, Neteyam grew up, and the reason for his sadness was completely different, much more serious and deep. "No matter what I do, nothing pleases her. I brought her Thanator's head from the hunt, but she looked at me as if I had killed her brother. Flowers, jewelry, she doesn't like anything. When I tell her that I love her, she just remains silent and doesn’t even look at me."
Mo'at looked at him thoughtfully, remembering (Y/N)'s face that looked at her without the slightest trace of fear. This girl may not be Na'vi, but there was something about her that many of the clan's people didn't have. And while Mo'at still didn't quite understand what exactly it was, she couldn't help but think that despite the obvious differences between them, they really were meant to be together. The feelings that Neteyam had for her were wild and unbridled, he was burning with this love and passion, while (Y/N), with her calm, prudent nature, could lead his rage into creation. Perhaps that is why, at the right moment, these traits appeared in her, thereby saving Äpìtki and Evä'itan from imminent death.
Why didn't you kill Äpìtki, Neteyam? - Mo'at asked, looking him straight in the eyes. - You could do it, and I see what you wanted. So why did you stop?
Neteyam frowned, peering at the numerous herbs and powders, the pungent smell of which tickled his nose, and their bitterness was felt in his mouth. Without hesitation, Neteyam answered:
Because she asked me not to kill him.
Although Neteyam sincerely did not understand why. Why didn’t (Y/N) allow him to kill those who attempted on her life? Could she really even think for a moment that their lives were more valuable than hers? Neteyam didn't understand why she didn't want him to get rid of Äpìtki and Evä'itan. Not that they had any value to the clan and village. No one would remember them and certainly would not worry about their disappearance. Of course, O'el could make a fuss, but everyone would quickly forget about her. In the end, humiliated and insulted by the dissolution of the engagement, she could come up with anything to attract attention to herself.
But (Y/N), his little sun lily, for some reason did not allow him to kill two brothers who thought too much of themselves. However, none of this mattered. The wounds that Neteyam inflicted on them will never be able to heal completely, regardless of whether Mo'at helped them or not. And this thought could not help but make Neteyam experience dark feelings of joy and absolute superiority.
"She asked you, and that’s all?" Mo'at suppressed a knowing smile, no longer doubting anything, everything was already clear. "You spared himm only because she asked you to?"
"How could it have been otherwise?" Neteyam asked in a whisper, although he himself knew that no, it couldn’t.
She bewitched him to her even when he was a child, with her ringing laughter, her smile bright as stars, and endless kindness. Now, when they both grew up, her childish charm was replaced by a seductive, vicious beauty. She tempted him, lured him straight into sin, and Neteyam willingly followed her with his arms outstretched in front of him, just to keep her close to him, and it was no longer instincts that ruled his mind and body. No, he was too aware of what he was doing. His love for her was much, much more than the usual instinct to protect his mate. These feelings were ones that no Na'vi or human would ever experience and Neteyam was happy that he could experience this pleasure that required pain and blood. Only by making sacrifices, tearing oneself to pieces, could one know true love, and Neteyam was ready to do this. He's already done it.
(Y/N) tormented his soul, but caressed his body, and one day, she will begin to heal his broken heart. And until that moment, Neteyam was ready to wait tens of thousands of light years. In the end, even after death, he will find her in the kingdom of Eywa. Looking at Neteyam, Mo'at finally squeezed his hand with hers.
"Everything should have been otherwise, my child." Mo'at said, lightly patting his hand. “But now, I’m finally convinced that if you curb your own anger for her sake, you are really meant to be together.” There is no light without darkness, there is no creation without destruction, and together you create this harmony. This is... amazing.
Amazing. Yes, they really are, despite the fact that for everyone they are strange and their connection is sick. And yet, Neteyam believed that they could correct and change the naked disgust and fear with which the Na'vi look at them when they think that Neteyam is not noticing. At one time, his father did everything so that the clan would accept him, so that Neytiri would be one with him. And now it was Neteyam's turn.
Rising to his feet, Neteyam thanked his grandmother as he left her hut, knowing exactly what he needed to do. He won't stop trying for a moment, because stopping would mean losing (Y/N), letting the clan and its prejudices get the best of them. Neteyam will not allow this. Even if his life depended on it.
(Y/N) was still sitting next to Tuk and Kiri, stroking with her fingers the braid that the little girl had completely clumsily braided, and yet she was smiling. Sincerely and purely, she laughed as Took delightedly wove blue beads into her hair. So gentle, so patient and criminally beautiful, (Y/N) would be a wonderful mother for their child. And the way she treated his little sister was another confirmation of this for Neteyam.
Tuk noticed him as he was approaching, and hastily gave the beads to Kiri, rushed into her brother’s arms, clutching his hips with her hands, beaming with joy to see him. Kneeling in front of her, Neteyam allowed Tuk to wrap her legs around his waist and wrap her arms around his neck, then rose to his full height, holding his sister in his arms. She laughed enthusiastically and dangled her legs in the air, looking at her older brother with wide eyes.
"Neteyam!" Tuk exclaimed, pointing her finger at (Y/N) with a wide smile. "Look at the braid I braided for (Y/N)!"
Neteyam looked at (Y/N), whose hair was disheveled, silky strands were falling out of the braid, and beautiful blue beads were woven into this general chaos, but even so, she was perfect and beautiful.
Smiling softly at Tuk, (Y/N) met Neteyam’s eyes for a moment, and it was as if something fluttered in both of their chests. Took, noticing how her older brother was looking at (Y/N), giggled quietly, covering her face with her palm.
(Y/N) was kind. Tuk liked spending time with her, although even such a little girl as she was clear - (Y/N) was not loved in the village. In this she was very similar to the Spider. He had already been a stranger to the people of her people, and after he saved her parents' sworn enemy, he became an outcast to almost everyone in the village. Neteyam, like everyone else, did not like the Spider, although Lo'ak often told her how they all played together in childhood - Lo'ak, Kiri, Spider and Neteyam. Now, he flatly refused to deal with people, and therefore, Tuk sincerely could not understand why he chose (Y/N) as his mate, who was also a human. This completely crossed out and contradicted his ideals, and yet, the love with which he looked at the earthly girl did not hide from Tuk’s eyes. So, even their father does not look at their mother.
“Tuk tried really hard,” (Y/N) said, quietly straightening a strand of hair that was too noticeably stray. "I really like how you did it, baby."
The girl blushed, her cheeks flushed a bright shade of purple, and smiled shyly at (Y/N), hiding her hot face and burying it in her brother’s chest. Neteyam just laughed quietly, stroking Tuk on the head.
"You are so beautiful, ma (Y/N)," said Neteyam, carefully trying to hide from Kiri’s gaze the way his tail was wagging enthusiastically. This must have become a bad habit by now, but Neteyam could not do anything about it.
Kiri just rolled her eyes at such exciting affection. She didn't want to think about what her brother was doing with the human girl when they were alone, although there was no doubt about the number of dark spots and teeth marks on her skin.
Although, it was quite funny if Kiri could say it openly. The fact that her proud brother, who hardly forgave anyone for any insolence in his direction, who hated people more than anyone else, having a list of reasons too long for her to list so easily, became a completely tame and affectionate little animal , and for whom? For a person. But Kiri did not blame him, and moreover, she had no right to do so when her own heart was given to a human man.
Carefully lowering Tuk to the ground, Neteyam approached (Y/N), offering her his hand, offering to help her get up. The girl spent a moment thinking, but at the moment when her palm almost touched his fingers, her hand suddenly froze in the air, after which (Y/N) independently rose to her feet and, waving her hand to Kiri and Tuk, began to move away from them along with Neteyam.
Looking ahead, (Y/N) again felt Neteyam's tail snaking down her leg, wrapping tightly around her thigh, pulling the girl a little closer to him. (Y/N) slightly pursed her lips, once again feeling many looks on her, which, however, all dimmed and faded in comparison with one, which must be the most cruel. Turning towards the one who was scorching her body with her gaze, (Y/N) met the eyes of a tall, beautiful Na'vi girl who looked at her differently than others. In the eyes of all the Na'vi she met there was always a silent question, misunderstanding and disgust, but this girl sincerely wanted her death. She looked at her almost without blinking, and her gaze was full of anger, but even so, (Y/N) refused to look away from her, raising her chin slightly, which completely drove the girl out of her temper.
Neteyam noticed where (Y/N) was looking and looked in that direction, meeting O’el’s eyes. Standing in front of (Y/N), Neteyam narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth, hissing at her in such a way that O'el truly began to worry about what Neteyam could do to her. He almost killed her brothers, and although he would not have maimed the girl so cruelly, Neteyam was obliged to point out her place. For a moment, a look of resentment flashed across her face, which did not go unnoticed by (Y/N), but it quickly disappeared, giving way to shame and disappointment. Taking one last look at Neteyam and (Y/N), she hurried to hide from his furious eyes.
(Y/N) sighed inwardly in relief. Whoever this girl was, her hatred towards (Y/N) was completely different from the rest of the clan. She did not know what exactly connected her and Neteyam, but the longing with which she looked at the young Na'vi was obvious.
Neteyam, however, didn’t worry about her at all, walking leisurely at a pace at which (Y/N) could easily keep up with him. When they reached the tree on which their hut was located, Neteyam sat down on one knee, and lifting (Y/N) into his arms, began to climb up, hugging her tightly by the hips, until (Y/N) still got used to similar height, she grabbed his strong shoulders with her hands, trying not to look down again.
But they climbed to the top very quickly, and very soon, Neteyam gently sat (Y/N) on the floor, touching the beads that were almost falling off her hair.
"Can I braid your hair, my sun lily?" Neteyam asked, to which (Y/N) only raised her eyebrows slightly, and Neteyam carefully picked up the beads that had finally fallen from her hair. "I don’t want you to lose Tuk's gift, you seem close."
“Tuk is nice girl,” the girl said, allowing Neteyam to sit behind her, after which he sat (Y/N) on his hip, gently touching her hair, collecting each strand into one lush braid. "I like spending time with her and Kiri."
"I’m so glad to hear that, Ma (Y/N),” smiling at her words. Gently pulling her strands together, Neteyam wove beads into them, carefully ensuring that they were securely fixed in her hair. "You're so kind to her."
The moment Neteyam realized that his words were full of jealousy and envy, he was horrified and stopped braiding the girl’s hair. Has he stooped so low that he is jealous of his own sister? The shame that washed over him like a wave on Avatlu dissolved all too quickly when (Y/N) turned to face him, asking if he was finished.
"Just a little more, yawntutsyìp,” Neteyam said, to which (Y/N) turned away from him again, folding her hands in her lap.
Oh Eywa. He sees her. Sees everything in her, all her beauty, courage and strength. He always saw her, and because of her, he did not see anyone else. Closing his eyes, Neteyam leaned forward slightly, leaving a light and airy kiss like a butterfly on her shoulder. His lips fluttered over her shoulder, rising to her neck that was no longer covered by hair, and Neteyam takes this opportunity, attacking her skin, covering every millimeter of it with kisses, greedily sucking it, covering her body with new red marks.
A tight knot is tightened again in the lower abdomen, and Neteyam carefully lays the girl under him, kissing her under the breasts, which seem to have become a little larger, and goes lower to her stomach, circling her navel with his tongue. His fingers tremble as if he were drunk, and that must be the case, because (Y/N) intoxicated him, filled him all with herself, and Neteyam could not get enough of her. He removes the fabric of her loincloth and touches her pubic area with his lips while (Y/N) desperately searches for something to grab her hands on, although all that is nearby are Neteyam’s shoulders, which she is in a hurry to run her nails into. He hisses, but there’s no threat in it, and (Y/N) can already clearly see how hard he is.
"Please," Neteyam is now whispering somewhere in her neck, softly biting her under the ear. “Please, my little sun lily, let me show you that I belong to you body and soul.”
(Y/N) is not accustomed to the fact that he asks her for intimacy with him, although before, he always took her when he wanted and how he wanted. Now, he endures, although she sees how hard these remnants of self-control are given to him. Hands themselves reach out to his face, gently stroking his cheeks with their fingers, and Neteyam, having received the command, hurries to fulfill it.
Her bodice and loincloth are hidden in the far corner of the hut, and Neteyam is about to remove his own when he feels (Y/N)’s hands on his hips, pulling at all the knots, freeing him from the fabric that binds him. Damn, she will be the death of him. His little human mate.
Neteyam lies on top of her, propping himself up on his elbows so that there is enough space between them so that he cannot cause her any harm with his size. So small and fragile that he could easily break her if he were a little less careful. Leaning over her, Neteyam looks at her face for a minute, admiring her, until his gaze falls on her lips that so attract him, and he, without resisting, reaches out to (Y/N), leaving on her filled with a bright scarlet color lips, tender kiss.
The girl does not resist, cups his cheeks with her hands, and pliantly opens her mouth, allowing him to push his tongue into it. Neteyam moans into the kiss, feeling his dick rubbing against her bare crotch, and in order to somehow restrain himself, Neteyam takes (Y/N) by the hands, squeezing both of her wrists with one hand, lifting them above the girl’s head, while with his other hand he holds onto her thigh.
(Y/N) lightly taps his ribs with her knee, and Neteyam breaks the kiss and pulls away from her very little, allowing both himself and her to take a breath of air, although their mouths were still connected by a thin string of saliva. Looking at (Y/N) who was breathing too quickly under him, Neteyam licked his lips and abruptly rolled over onto his back, pulling the girl with him so that now she was on top.
"Ride me, ma (Y/N)." (Y/N) hesitated, her eyes ran over Neteyam’s toned, muscular body, and she had absolutely no idea where to focus her gaze. Her hands were on his chest so that with her fingers she felt his hard nipples, how fast and loud his heart was beating. "Do whatever you want with me, I’m all yours."
There was no doubt about it, although (Y/N) didn’t know what to do. Her mind seemed to have completely abandoned her, giving way to stupid, completely human feelings and desires, and therefore she moved away from him, (Y/N) finding herself between his widely spaced legs. Neteyam looked at her in surprise as (Y/N) placed her hands on his inner thighs, slowly but surely moving up towards his cock.
The head was already wet and slippery with precum, and (Y/N), completely distraught, touched it with her tongue. Neteyam froze, eyes wide, as (Y/N) continued to flutter around his member with her tongue, collecting pearls of arousal rolling along his length with her lips. Before that, he had only caressed her with his tongue, plunging his fingers into her soft velvet pussy again and again, stretching her wide. Now, it was as if he was straight in heaven, although the pleasure that she gave him with her tongue and lips could not compare with the feeling of her soft inner walls contracting around his cock. But the very fact that she was ready to go to such lengths type of caress, unprecedented for him before, was already too magical and sweet to be true. And it is for this reason that Neteyam watches as she traces every swollen vein on his penis, as she kisses his smooth light purple head, and as she swirls her tongue around the hole from which his precum oozes. Only for this reason, Neteyam convinces himself, only for this reason, and not at all because he is ready to die of joy right now, at this very moment.
"Oh, Eywa,” Neteyam arches his back, completely losing track of who he is and where he is. All he remembers and knows is that (Y/N) smelled absolutely unforgettable and sweet while she sucked his testicles with her lips swollen from kisses. "My sun lily, ma (Y/N), I-I..."
He can’t finish his sentence because (Y/N) leans forward sharply, sitting on his abs, and touches her lips to his, allowing Neteyam to taste himself, as he did with her all the time. A salty, slightly bitter taste touches his tongue, but Neteyam barely notices it as (Y/N) continues to kiss his lips, biting them and sucking on his tongue.
“I can’t,” (Y/N) said, and Neteyam nods understandingly, turning the girl over again, crushing her under him.
"Ma (Y/N),” Neteyam purrs, watching her roll onto her stomach, allowing him to admire her round buttocks, her bite-covered lower back.
His fingers squeeze her hips, knead the fat of her ass, and all he can think about is how deep he will plunge into her again and again, pulling dirty and completely sinful moans from her pretty mouth.
(Y/N) rises and gets on all fours, and Neteyam, almost without holding back, wraps one arm around (Y/N)’s waist, pressing his chest and abs against her back, while he places his other hand on the floor to keep his balance.
Neteyam takes his time, although the desire and arousal are too strong, and he does everything not to attack (Y/N), tearing her apart. His cock is painfully hard, too hot and wet, and Neteyam begins to carefully push into (Y/N), letting her small body get used to his size. In a way, it was even surprising. Despite how diligently he stretched it every day, the next time he had to do everything all over again. Well, Neteyam was more than ready for this.
However, this time, he was too excited, wanted her too much to interrupt the foreplay. The head of the penis slid over (Y/N)’s wet, plump labia, but it was difficult to push it through, her pussy was clenching around him, as if not allowing him to push further. Neteyam bites his lips and looks carefully at (Y/N) who is trembling, but it seemed not from pain but from pleasure and slightly circles his hips, allowing him to continue.
Leaving another kiss on (Y/N)'s shoulder, Neteyam slowly begins to push deeper into her cunt, pressing his forehead against her shoulder blades. (Y/N) screams when she feels his dick already halfway inside her, and Neteyam rushes to comfort her, affectionately licking her shoulder. Oh Ava, she is so, so tight and hot, completely wet and all of him.
"Neteyam,” (Y/N) can barely put all the words together, and Neteyam understands her so well. "More…"
More. His little girl asks for more. Oh, of course he would give her more, give her his all, just like he always did. His tail curls around (Y/N)'s thigh, and the girl feels the tip rub against her pubis, moving down to her clit.
Neteyam pushes even deeper, and now he is completely inside her, and he urgently needs to take a breath of air, because all this time, he almost did not breathe for fear of causing her even the slightest harm. The thrusts begin almost immediately, but this time, (Y/N) moves with him in the same rhythm, in the same animal rhythm.
More more more more more... Neteyam needs more, he wants more, and therefore continues to move, driven by instincts and his own desires, to mate with her again and again, until there is not a single extraneous thought in either of them. This copulation no longer looks like sex, only like fucking that is absolutely bestial in its savagery, and the hut is filled with loud moans mixed with wet slaps, which are definitely heard throughout the village and therefore, (Y/N), not yet losing the remnants of prudence, tries to cover her mouth with her hand, but Neteyam does not allow her to do this, biting her shoulders and neck.
"Oh, Great Mother, yes, yes!" Neteyam screams in ecstasy, feeling how his cheeks and neck are burning, how much (Y/N) is shaking under him, holding her shaky position only thanks to his hand on her waist. "This is so good, yawne! Don't cover yourself, I want the whole village, the whole Pandora to hear us."
(Y/N) moans, feeling dizzy as all she can think about is Neteyam's cock stretching her out, making her experience her first orgasm of the evening. Her breasts bounce with each thrust as Neteyam moves his hips more and more furiously, coating his cock with her juices. Something gets in the way, just like before, something gets in the way, and Neteyam groans in frustration as (Y/N) tries to wipe her sweat-soaked forehead with her hand, horrified that his head is reaching her cervix.
"Oeyä tawtute! My mate, only you can make me feel this way,” Neteyam’s words now sound somewhere far away, and (Y/N) tries her best not to pass out as her pussy tightens around him and she experiences a second ogasm, already completely exhausted. "Say it, let everyone hear who your Muntxatan is, let everyone know who is mating you."
"Neteyam,” her voice sounds too quiet, but Neteyam doesn’t care, it only spurs him on more, and now the slapping of skin on skin is too loud and sweeping that it almost brings pain, sobering up. "Neteyam!"
"Yes, my little sun lily, continue! I want every Na'vi in the clan to know that their future Olo'eyktan got the most beautiful couple. Say my name one more time, please, yawne!"
And (Y/N) does this, screams his name like the last time, and along with this scream, she feels his hot seed spreading deep inside her, filling her completely. Neteyam breathes loudly and falls on his back, whispering enthusiastic prayers to Euwe, pulling (Y/N) onto his chest.
The girl is tired and exhausted, closing her eyes when Neteyam takes her hand, throwing it around his neck, as if forcing her to hug him, but (Y/N) is not even going to argue or resist. His heart is pounding against his chest, still not letting up, and Neteyam closes his eyes and licks his lips, salty with sweat.
(Y/N) presses her cheek against his hard chest, trying to remember what happened and how it happened that she could give herself to him so easily. Thoughts about Jared fade into second, third, last place, and the memories of that ill-fated night in the camp are strangely blurred, and (Y/N), not wanting to think about anything, falls into sleep, allowing Neteyam to admire her for some more time , until he himself falls asleep, unable to suppress the smile that appeared on his hot face.
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Something had changed a lot in (Y/N), Neteyam could feel it. She became softer towards him, much more tender, although she began to defend her boundaries, if not with the same, then with a completely new force. And yet, she was kind to him, surprising him greatly at first, touching him much more willingly than before, sometimes even playfully tugging on his tail, sending hundreds of thousands of shivers down his spine.
At some point, everything came to the point that when he gave her a bouquet of flowers, kneeling in front of her, she pulled him towards her, kissing him on the lips. At first, Neteyam felt himself in seventh heaven, grabbing the girl in his arms, carrying her in his arms like the fiance carries the bride, until the thought arose in his head that perhaps this was a repetition of her old trick, only in its new and cruel form - pretend in love with him and then run away. However, the girl did not make any such attempt, calming Neteyam’s fears. As before, she behaved playfully with him - sometimes she let him closer to her, enveloping him with her care, clouding his mind, sometimes pushing him away from her with an icy gaze, and yet, now in these actions there were no attempts to leave, to ran away without a trace, and for Neteyam this was the main thing.
But today was a special evening for him. Today, when the moon was especially close to Pandora, illuminating everything with its light, Neteyam took (Y/N) in his arms, called his Ikran Taw, and placing the girl on it, sat behind her, putting his hand on her waist.
"Don't be afraid, okay, sevin?" (Y/N) looked incredulously at the banshee, who was fidgeting impatiently, getting ready to spread its wings and soar into the air. "I hold you, I always will."
"What I'm afraid of is not that you won't hold me." The girl said, reluctantly looking at the ikran, who also seemed not happy with the fact that (Y/N) was sitting on him next to his owner. "I'm afraid of him."
Neteyam just smiled at this. Taking (Y/N)'s hand, he placed it on Ikrana's neck, allowing her to stroke his warm skin. The creature was puffing and making a lot of strange noises, but seemed relaxed, and so (Y/N) allowed herself to trust Neteyam, hoping not to regret it.
Ikran, obeying Neteyam's silent command, spread his wings and rushed down. The wind whistled in her ears, cold air blew across her face as they quickly approached the ground, and (Y/N) closed her eyes, feeling how tightly Neteyam was squeezing her waist, stroking her skin, which was covered with goose bumps from the cold and awe.
Suddenly they stopped descending, flying evenly and smoothly, so that (Y/N) could see all the colors, all the beauty and grandeur of Pandora from a bird's eye view. Covering her mouth with her hand, (Y/N) looked at the moon, to which they flew so close that the girl thought that if she stretched out her hand she could touch it.
Raising her hand up, (Y/N) launched it into the clouds, marveling at how real something was that she could only dream about before. The night suddenly wasn't so cold anymore, and (Y/N) felt a smile bloom on her lips.
Such an intimate and special moment for every Na'vi, and now Neteyam was able to experience it too. Squeezing (Y/N) in a tight embrace, he felt a surge of new, completely incomprehensible feelings for him. It was not like what he experienced during sex with her, or even during moments of kissing, no, there was something especially magical and immaculate about it, as if childish and naive. As if returning him to those times when he only looked at her, afraid and embarrassed to approach, now, he held her in his arms, vowing to never, ever let go, because all he has is her. And he will take care of her, his precious treasure.
Taw let out a loud scream and (Y/N)'s chest filled with a bright and pure joy that she hadn't felt in a very long time. In this flight on the banshee, she seemed to have found her salvation. And if it had to be with Neteyam, then so be it.
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The days quickly flew by and slipped past, like sand through your fingers, until (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel herself starting to change. Her body seemed to no longer be hers, everything about her was different and unfamiliar, and a month later, she finally understood what was wrong. In the end, Neteyam's prayers were answered and his dream came true, right?
How else could she explain what was happening to her? Neteyam's touch became a necessity, his words of tenderness and love were as valuable as air. She felt good and bad at the same time, she wanted to laugh and cry, smile and scream. Her belly and breasts became larger, and it would be stupid to deny the obvious. She was pregnant, and (Y/N) had no doubt about it, although she sincerely wanted to know how it could happen. If Neteyam had been human, well, she would have known. But he’s a Na’vi, and she’s a human, so how?
(Y/N) didn't know what to do or think. Until recently, she would have tried to get rid of the child without a second thought. It doesn’t matter how, as long as she doesn't call her child the creature that appeared because of such love. Now, she didn’t know what to do, although she really wanted to do something.
But even her pregnancy from a creature that was only a small percentage of human did not worry her as much as it should have. No, (Y/N) was much more afraid of the fact that now she didn’t want to leave Neteyam at all, and it wasn’t about this stupid promise. Now, she sincerely wanted to stay with him, in his arms, caressed by his love and affection.
Neteyam wanted everything to be exactly like this, and everything happened exactly as in his prayers. (Y/N) didn’t believe in Eywa, doubted that she interfered in the quiet and inconspicuous life of a hunter girl who just wanted to survive. In fact, she was sure that everything Neteyam did was his own desires, his own madness. But for some reason this disease turned out to be more contagious and more deadly than the plague, and there was no cure.
Lying on the grass by the lake, Neteyam played with (Y/N)'s hair while the girl looked at how carefree Kiri and Lo'ak were fooling around. Neteyam's brother smiled at her occasionally and fleetingly, and although he was friendly, it seemed that he did not at all want to appear as a rival in Neteyam's eyes. It's not like (Y/N) hasn't seen him hiss at his little brother every time he gets too close to her. Neteyam behaved like this with everyone, but (Y/N) did not expect that he would stage such displays of power in front of his brother, who, according to his own words, already had a mate.
Pulling the girl closer to him, Neteyam sighed tiredly, and clinging to her, he closed his eyes and began to slowly fall into sleep. It was difficult to blame him for his fatigue - yesterday he spent the whole night on patrol, flying around the territory on Taw, and when he returned to the hut in the morning, he was completely exhausted.
He breathed softly as his hand rested on her hip, and (Y/N) couldn't help but notice the many white freckles adorning his face. It was necessary to admit - a very beautiful face. Too beautiful for someone who has only darkness in his soul.
Lo'ak noticed how his brother dozed off, how tightly he clung to the tawtute, which seemed to become the only thing Neteyam could think and dream about. He was changed, completely different, and while some of Neteyam remained the same, too much was lost. The way he spoke about the Spider, furiously saying that since he saved Quaritch, he himself is an enemy, spoke of the fact that all people are only thinking about how to kill them, and since Lo'ak thinks otherwise, he is naive and stupid.
But now, everything had changed terribly, although Lo'ak could not think that perhaps it had not started so recently, and certainly not since he was captured, although of course, for sure, only Neteyam could know and Eywa herself.
In a way, he was happy for his brother. He had finally found his mate, found peace and happiness with her, and Lo'ak had no reason to see in their union what everyone in the village saw - vice and disgust. However, Lo'ak also saw how sadly (Y/N) sometimes looks at the sky, and seems to imagine how she flies far into space to the stars, on the way home. She was in some ways very similar to Lo'ak himself, who was also rejected by many in the village for his friendship with the Spider, but Lo'ak could not approach the girl to talk to her. Neteyam made it clear that he would not let any male near (Y/N), no matter if he already had a mate or not.
And Artsut was an excellent example of this. Artsut, too friendly for his own good that he only saw the silhouettes of humans from afar, only allowed himself to greet her, kneeling in front of (Y/N) on one knee. He smiled at her, welcoming her by the hand, when Neteyam appeared, attacking Artsut with all his jealousy and anger. Pushing him to the ground with force, Neteyam shielded (Y/N) with himself, baring his teeth at the young Na'vi. Artsut quickly learned his lesson, but in any case, both of them, him and (Y/N) left a bad feeling. No longer did he try to approach (Y/N) and just at one glance at her, he sadly lowered his ears and averted his eyes.
That's why Lo'ak didn't try to get too close to her, exchanging smiles with (Y/N) from afar, sometimes waving at her in greeting with his five-fingered hand. The girl appreciated such short glances, and yet, she did not want him to get into trouble. After all, Neteyam had already shown what he was capable of, and testing his patience would actually be stupid.
Neteyam muttered something in his sleep, his eyes moved under his tightly closed eyelids, and the grip of his hands on (Y/N)’s waist only became stronger, causing the girl slight discomfort. So far, she was not in pain, but everything was heading towards this.
(Y/N)’s gaze suddenly darted to Kiri, who approached her, crouching slightly, and pressing her index finger to her lips in a sign to remain silent, the girl carefully pulled (Y/N)’s hand towards her, freeing her from Neteyam’s embrace. For a moment, he stirred and frowned, almost waking up, and (Y/N) rushed to gently stroke his ears. Neteyam visibly relaxed, falling exhaustedly back to sleep.
Smiling at each other, the girls began to leave as quietly as possible, running up to the lake, where Lo'ak was already waiting for them. With them, however, there were several more Na'vi, who, having noticed the earthly girl, did not growl at her angrily, but, on the contrary, affably helped her with their hands. Among these Na'vi was Tao, a young Na'vi who was not much older than Neteyam. In their frequent meetings, Kiri talked a lot about him, saying what a strong and brave warrior he was, and although her heart was already occupied, Tao was always someone she simply could not help but admire. Tao, who noticed her, straightened his long hair, curved his plump lips in a smile, coming closer to (Y/N). His golden eyes shone, and the girl couldn't help but think that Tao was handsome. He is muscular and strong, and most importantly, friendly. God, if he only wanted to, he could knock her off her feet with one swing of his tail. Awkwardly fixing her hair, (Y/N) smiled politely at him, greeting every Na'vi that was willing to let her join them.
Aika, a young Na'vi girl, occasionally glanced at the still sleeping Neteyam, nervously biting her lips. None of them wanted Prince Omaticaya to interrupt their fun with his cold and stern gaze, and therefore, everyone tried to behave quietly. They frolicked by the water, splashing each other with water, laughed and shared their most secret things, to the cheerful laughter and (Y/N) laughed with them. The young Na'vi, who did not consider her a demon at all, were nice to her, allowed her to be with them, and the girl sincerely felt completely happy. There was no rage, disgust or sidelong glances, there were only quiet friendly conversations that warmed the heart of everyone here, and it was wonderful.
Everything was calm and quiet, and seemed almost perfect if (Y/N) didn’t feel Tao’s big eyes looking at her. He smiled playfully at her, and catching her gaze charmingly tilted his head to the side, winking at her, from which the girl diligently tried to avert her eyes from him. No, she becomes a witness to another bloody fight, she did not want it at all.
Tao, however, was persistent and approached her at every opportunity, kneeling in front of (Y/N), innocently asking about how she lived before she came to the village. He seemed to completely ignore the fact that she had not come to the Omaticaya clan village herself and had long been declared a munksat of Neteyama. He was not embarrassed by the marks of his teeth on her neck, he was not frightened by the stories with which he attacked the brothers Epitka and Evaytan, how fiercely he threatened anyone who dared to approach her without his permission. Tao was handsome, and (Y/N) had no doubt that he was incredibly brave, but that bravery must have bordered on stupidity for him to flirt with her so openly.
She had seen him in the village before, either her serene conversations with Kiri, or walks with Neteyam, but Tao, noticing her, smiled, showing his interest in her with all his appearance. (Y/N) couldn't say she was flattered by it. In a sense, she felt like nothing more than a toy that they tried with all their might to appropriate for themselves.
Tao, on the other hand, wasn't trying to offend her with his obscene gestures and in a way, (Y/N) was grateful to him for that. Looking at the surface of the lake, (Y/N) slightly closed her eyes, feeling how pleasantly the sun warmed her skin. The weather was warm and cloudless, which beckoned to spend the whole day in the forest, enjoying the benefits of nature. For a moment, (Y/N) thought that she wished Neteyam were here right now, but she quickly pushed the thought away, not wanting to think about missing him. Very soon her life will completely change, so why can’t she enjoy the last moments of her “freedom”, if, of course, her meager existence can be called that.
Neteyam, on the other hand, tossed and turned in his restless sleep, trying with all his might to reach out with his hands anywhere, just to feel the warmth of (Y/N) on his body. Neteyam did not feel her next to him, did not hear her breathing, did not feel her movements. Opening his eyes with difficulty, Neteyam jumped in place, barely realizing that (Y/N) was not actually next to him. Looking around, Neteyam felt how he was breathing too quickly and too often and how panic began to fill his soul.
No no! She couldn't leave, could she? She promised she wouldn't leave! Jumping to his feet, Neteyam began to sniff, smelling too many smells at once, although he caught her special and sweet aroma almost immediately. Rushing forward, Neteyam stopped only when he noticed (Y/N) sitting with Kiri, talking about something with a group of Na'vi who were willing to carry on the conversation. Sighing with relief, Neteyam began to approach them when, right in front of his eyes, Tao approached (Y/N), blocking her small human body with his massive and tall one, after which, as if by chance, he wrapped his tail around her waist, bursting into ringing laughter from Aika's words.
It was no longer possible to think sensibly, everything in front of him floated in blurry spots, and in front of him, Neteyam saw only Tao in a completely red, bloody light. Everything he did, heard and felt was as if in a fog. The screams of Aika and Kiri sounded so far away, as if he were deep underwater, and the weak attempts of Lo'ak and Mato to pull Neteyam away from Tao seemed to only infuriate him further. In front of him, Neteyam saw only Tao, who was clutching his neck with his massive hands, even for the largest Na'vi, while Neteyam struck Tao, who was laughing at the top of his lungs, with his fists again and again.
"And what are you trying to do, Neteyam?" Tao grinned, spitting blood from his broken mouth into Neteyam’s cheek. "Come on, show me all your rage, half-breed."
Neteyam did listen, but he didn't hear as he continued to hit Tao over and over while the clansmen surrounding them could only watch and beg them to stop. Lo'ak, clenching his fists, again rushed towards Neteyam and Tao, now completely alone, trying to grab Neteyam by the wrists, for which he paid when Neteyam hit his brother with his elbow forcefully in the lips. Taking a step back, Lo'ak covered his mouth with his hand, looking at his brother, who no longer seemed even trying to control himself.
"What happened, Neteyam?" Tao hisses, stretching his lips in an ominous smile, while his face turned into a bloody mass. You're afraid so much of losing your tawtute? You are nothing more than a coward, that's all! Do you think this is how you should treat your mate?! It’s not jealousy that’s driving you now. It’s just that deep down in your soul you know very well that no one will ever love you!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
"Shut up!"
This is not true, every word that came out of his filthy mouth was a lie! The desire to tear out his rotten tongue so that Tao could never say anything about him again, so that he would not send his consciousness, was now unbearable, and Neteyam, grabbing Tao’s forehead with one hand, grabbed his jaw with the other, squeezing so that Tao could no longer laugh, he couldn’t, he just wheezed and coughed, clinging to Neteyam’s kura with his hand.
His massive body tensed and he growled fiercely and loudly, clenching his jaw around the thumb of Neteyam's right hand. There was a crunch, so disgusting that it made everyone feel sick, when Tao knocked Neteyam to the ground, spitting out his bitten off finger.
The roar that Tao made was thunderous and bestial, and it was now obvious that this massacre would not end until one of them died. Unable to bear it, Aika, Lo'ak and Mato rushed to run back to the village, and Kiri, trying to grab (Y/N)'s hand to lead her away, was unable to do so. The girl froze like a statue, looking at how fiercely the two Na'vi fought.
"I'll call for help!" Aika shouted, hiding with the others behind the trees, although each of them understood that no one would help or fix anything.
Blood was everywhere, and the furious hissing and roar seemed to fill the entire forest and there was not a single corner where they could not be heard.
Tao curled his lips on his disfigured face, pressing Neteyam by the neck to the ground, watching with a smile as he suffocated.
Leaning so close to him that his hoarse breath fanned across Tao's neck, he whispered in Neteyam's ear:
"You are so weak, do you hear?" Neteyam did not hear, squeezing his bloody hand around Tao’s wrist, trying with all his might to fight. “Even now you don’t give up, even when it’s all over for you.” How desperate you are to get even a drop of love, even though you have always been and will always be empty and worthless. Surrender, Neteyam. You can't win anyway. Anyone, but not me."
Neteyam's eyes grow dark, and his thoughts become confused and scatter, until his body goes numb and he feels that he can no longer resist. He becomes cold, and there is no chance that he will be able to warm up again. Opening his mouth, he tries to take a breath of air, not wanting to believe that everything will end this way for him, when (Y/N) flashes before his eyes, whispering something to him with just her lips.
“Oh, ma' (Y/N), forgive me...” Neteyam mentally begs, in the hope that she will hear these pleas, if not with her ears, then with her heart. "I am truly weak, I have never, never been worthy of you."
Neteyam is already ready to close his eyes, but this time forever, but (Y/N) something is screaming at him, it seems to be calling him, asking him not to give up, and to return to her, and inside Neteyam it’s as if a flame lights up with renewed vigor. Pressing his palm into Tao's face, Neteyam forcefully hit him with his knee against his ribs, disorienting him for a moment, but this time was enough for Neteyam to get out from under him and, clutching his throat, began to breathe loudly and greedily, choking on air and coughing. It was unbearably difficult to stand on feet; his chest and lungs were bursting with pain. Tao, who also rose to his feet, wiped the blood from his face, smiling at him with tattered lips.
"You and me Neteyam. Now it's just you and me."
Releasing a battle cry, Tao rushed forward in an attempt to knock Neteyam down, but this time he failed. The screams were deafeningly loud, the sounds of skin torn, bones breaking were unbearable, but even then, (Y/N) could not find the strength to leave Neteyam here alone. She stood here on the battlefield, and was sure that she could not help him in any way, not even realizing the power that her presence endowed him with.
The battle now resembled a fight between two predatory animals. They tore each other's skin with their fangs, growled, trying with all their might to deliver the decisive blow. Throwing Tao to the ground, Neteyam grabbed his eyes, blinding him. Tao screamed and grabbed Neteyam's hands, trying in vain to escape his grip.
The scream that burst from his chest was deafening and hurt his ears, but even so, Neteyam could not allow himself to stop. Gripping his neck with his teeth, Neteyam was ready to bite through the artery when screams were heard somewhere behind.
On his shoulders, Neteyam felt the strong grip of familiar hands that were forcefully pulling him away from Tao, who was lying on the grass and bleeding. Blood flowed in a thin stream from his bitten neck, falling onto his collarbone.
Jake shouted something, although Neteyam couldn’t hear him even if he wanted to. His eyes slowly closed and his legs shook and gave way, allowing him to fall exhausted onto the grass. Before plunging into darkness, Neteyam clearly noticed the outline of (Y/N) kneeling in front of him and stretching out her hands to him, to which Neteyam could only smile slightly.
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When Neteyam came to his senses, it was already late evening. His head ached and was dizzy. He remembered vaguely what happened, and perhaps it was for the better. The familiar spicy and pungent smell of herbs filled his nostrils, and Neteyam only now realized that he was in Mo'at's hut. He tried to get up, but a sharp pain pierced his entire body, and Neteyam groaned quietly, clenching his jaw until his teeth creaked. It was unbearably painful to breathe, as if a young angtsìk was sitting on his chest.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Neteyam suddenly saw the image of (Y/N) in his memory, and when he opened his eyes, he felt a hot tear running down his cheek. She shouldn't have seen him like this. So weak. With difficulty, Neteyam raised his right hand to wipe his cheek when he noticed, instead of a thumb, only a pathetic scrap on which there was no more blood, only dried ointment.
Mo'at, Neytiri and Jake entered the hut, looking at him as if he had just returned from the dead. Neteyam looked at them silently, turning his head to the side. After exchanging glances with Neytiri, Jake walked up to his son, taking him by the shoulder, which made Neteyam shudder. The pain was unbearable, but he was not going to embarrass himself in front of his parents. Biting his lip, Neteyam closed his eyes.
"What happened Neteyam." Jake asked firmly. His voice was alarming, although still stern. "Boy, tell me what happened between you and Tao."
“I don’t know,” Neteyam said, opening his mouth with difficulty. His throat was raw and every word that came out of him cut his vocal cords. "I don't remember."
"You don't remember?" Jake didn’t believe his son’s words for a second, but it was useless to interrogate him. Neteyam was now in no condition to speak soberly, or even think, and therefore, with a tired sigh, Jake walked away from Neteyam, looking at Neytiri, in whose eyes there were many emotions. "Rest now, but rest assured, we will return to this conversation later."
With these words, Jake left the hut, but Neytiri was in no hurry to do the same. Neteyam was lying, and she knew it, and yet she couldn't bear to see her son like that. He, despite everything, was her child, her flesh and blood, and the very thought that he was tormenting himself like that because of a person was disgusting and bitter. Approaching him, Neytiri knelt down in front of Neteyam, gently taking his face, turning him towards her so that she could see his amazingly beautiful eyes.
"My son,” Neytiri’s voice was soft and calm, the way she always spoke to him when he was still a child. In this voice, she sang lullabies to him. "Stop, I beg you. This vrrtep doesn't deserve anything you do to yourself. I ask you to come to your senses. Come to your senses before it's too late."
"I have nothing to think about, mother." Neteyam said, frowning, looking straight into the woman’s eyes. "I love her. More than you can ever imagine."
"But she…"
“Neytiri,” Mo’at interrupted, placing her hand on her daughter’s shoulder. "Let your son rest."
Neytiri resisted the urge to hiss. How could she not try to stop him if her son was losing his mind, and all because of the little demon who was tempting him by luring him into her net full of treachery and cruelty. Neteyam was suffering, and she saw it as clearly as she saw the stars in the sky at night and the sun during the day. This tawtute could never be a worthy match for him, she could never offer him anything. She didn't want to give him anything.
And yet, having listened to Mo'at, Neytiri softly pressed her lips to her son's forehead, and, rising to her feet, left the hut, following Jake. Mo'at looked thoughtfully at Neteyam, watching as her grandson tried to move at least a little. He hissed and clenched his fists, his body shook and hot sweat poured down his forehead. After adjusting the blanket of skins, Mo'at finally spoke sternly.
"What are you doing Neteyam?" there was no answer, although Mo'at was not expecting one. "What are you doing with your life? You have a responsibility for your mate. If you die like this, do you think it will be easy for her here, without you?"
"Tao touched her." Neteyam spat out these words as if they were filled with rot and poison. "Tried to take her from me."
"Tao was consumed by envy of your future title Olo’eyktan,” said Mo’at, picking up a bunch of medicinal herbs. "You are controlled by jealousy. You must curb her Neteyam, otherwise you will continue to succumb to anger. It's no longer just about the two of you."
Mo'at paused as she cut the herbs with her knife, then walked over to Neteyam, applying them to his wounds. Neteyam bit his lip, resisting the urge to hiss at the way his wounds stung. Mo'at slowly processed each one, carefully covering even the smallest scratch with ointment. Having finished, Mo'at walked away from her grandson, and putting the potions away, told him not to move too much, and at least get some sleep. With these words, she left the hut, leaving Neteyam alone.
The silence around him was oppressive and uncomfortable. It was terribly dark, and despite the fact that his body was covered with the thick skin of a sturmbist, Neteyam felt himself trembling from the cold. The fever did not go away even after Mo'at carefully treated his wounds, and Neteyam closed his eyes. (Y/N), his little sun lily didn’t leave him alone, even though everyone else ran away. She stayed by his side, and only thanks to her, he was able to find the strength to continue to fight. If it weren't for her, Tao, no matter how humiliating it would be, would have gained the upper hand.
His words, full of superiority and confidence, hurt too much. Neteyam was afraid, more afraid than death, that (Y/N) would never truly be able to love him. She will never say these cherished words that he dreamed of hearing only from her, he will never be able to see him.
Tao was right, so right that it hurt. More painful than every wound, every broken bone. All this could not compare with what was going on in his wounded soul.
Something suddenly rustled, and Neteyam, too tired, at first decided that it was Mo'at who had returned, having forgotten something. However, the smell he smelled made Neteyam feel butterflies fluttering in the pit of his stomach.
(Y/N) knelt down in front of him, gently touched his cheek with her fingers, and Neteyam reached out to her, smiling tenderly at the girl. She, however, did not respond to his smile, she just looked at him silently, and Neteyam again felt the melancholy covering him completely. Even now, she doesn’t want to smile at him at all, healing his body and soul with her caress.
"You are a fool, an impenetrable idiot." The girl said, to which Neteyam just grinned. "You are crazy!"
"Forgive me, yawne." Neteyam whispers, touching (Y/N)’s shoulder with the back of his hand, to which the girl only looks at him in disbelief.
"For what?"
"You are mad at me." Neteyam answered, for which he received only a new portion of insults from (Y/N).
The girl did not stop talking about what an idiot Neteyam really was, how much she was afraid for him, and these words were decisive for Neteyam. She was scared for him. She was afraid that he might die, and Neteyam felt his heart beating with delight and his ears trembling.
(Y/N) was ready to get up and leave, although she continued to quietly whisper curses, until Neteyam pulled her closer to him, sleepily asking:
"Stay with me, ma' (Y/N)." The girl hesitated, although she was in no hurry to refuse, and Neteyam carefully touched her cheek with the tip of his tail. "Please, sevin. I'm so cold."
Sighing heavily, (Y/N) looked at Neteyam, who even now, half-dead and exhausted, looked at her as if she were his only priority. As if she was the only one in the whole world that mattered to him. Quietly clicking her tongue, (Y/N) moved the skin aside, lying down next to Neteyam, who quite impatiently grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him. His body was terribly hot, although his hands were ice cold, and sweat rolled down his forehead in large drops. Burying her nose in his chest, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck, gently stroking his shoulders, to the now familiar purring of Neteyam, which burst out of his chest with ridiculous zeal.
"Tao is barely alive,” the girl suddenly said, and Neteyam was ready to swear that he heard notes of pride in her voice. "Mo'at initially decided that you killed him."
Oh, there was no doubt that Neteyam would have done this if his father had not interrupted him. And yet, now it was too late to regret that he had never been able to complete the job. All that mattered now was that (Y/N) was in his arms again, and this time, willingly.
Placing a soft kiss on the top of her head, Neteyam closed his eyes, feeling (Y/N) gently rub the tips of his ears.
"You stayed with me, but you could have run away." Neteyam swallows the suddenly formed lump in his throat, and hopes that he will not hear confirmation of his next words. "I know what you promised me, and yet..."
"It's not just that anymore." (Y/N) snapped, and because of how harshly her words sounded, Neteyam opened his eyes, looking at her in surprise. "I know that I promised, but now it doesn’t matter anymore. I just... don't want to leave, Neteyam. Do not want anymore. And now, I can’t be without you, because a part of you will forever remain with me."
Neteyam listens to her with his ears pricked up and waits for what will happen next. (Y/N) is silent and he doesn't know what to think while (Y/N) tries to think of something to say. In the end, it was pointless to lie or play tricks, try to hide the truth, and therefore, taking a deep breath, she hides her face, burying her nose in his collarbone, and says:
"I'm pregnant, Neteyam."
From her words, Neteyam’s heart seemed to stop. Her words, too magical, too desirable and therefore unreal fill his mind, and emotions overwhelm him, and Neteyam, despite the pain that pierces his body, moves towards (Y/N), hugging her so tightly and reverently, covering her face and especially lips, sweet kisses.
“You don’t understand what you’re doing to me,” Neteyam whispers against her lips, squeezing (Y/N)’s waist while the girl wraps her hands around the back of his head, gently pulling him towards her. "You two are my whole life. You and our baby. And I swear to you, yawne no one will ever harm you two. Do you believe me?"
This time, (Y/N) doesn't hesitate and pulls Neteyam closer to her, sealing her answer on his lips with a kiss. The pain seems to leave his body, although it only seems so to him, and Neteyam completely surrenders to (Y/N), kissing her as if for the last time.
"Yes, Neteyam." (Y/N) whispered, feeling his fingers fluttering on her stomach. "I believe you."
pairing: yandere!neteyam sully x (fem) human!reader, slight male!oc x (fem) human!reader
sinopsis: very few people remained on Pandora, but those that remained were forced to survive in hellish conditions, fighting for their lives against the local race, which sincerely wanted to wipe out the remnants of the human race from the face of the earth, which had caused a lot of trouble in their time.
finding himself in captivity, the eldest son of the leader of the Omaticaya clan, Neteyam, meets among the people the one he chose as his mate, and now, having found his love, he will do anything to be with her for all eternity.
genre: angst, falling in love, unrequited love
warnings: sexual content 18+, aged up neteyam (20), yandere, dark, non-con, nsfw, smut, size difference, size kink, xenophilia, vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), dom!neteyam, sub!reader.
word count: 17,453
the work was written according to this request
a/n: shit, I don't know how it happened, but I just couldn't stop writing this story, and now I have a raging desire to write a sequel. Let me know in the comments if you want part two. If you liked my work, please support me with a comment, reblog and like, I will be very pleased!
p.s
english is not my native language. I try my best not to make mistakes, I carefully check the text for them, but if I find them, I correct them immediately
The days when people ruled Pandora, were the ones who captured the local inhabitants, who enslaved and reigned on a planet so far from Earth, are long gone. Now, dark and horrible times have come for people, when even those who wanted to return home to their home planet found themselves trapped. (Y/N) was one of those people.
Life on Pandora was not sunny and bright, there was no joy or hope in it, only bitterness, melancholy and pain. The locals, the aliens who call themselves Na'vi, the savages as the few people who survived called them, were cruel. They brutally killed every human they met on their way, even those innocents who only wanted to get home peacefully. (Y/N)... saw it all with her own eyes. Pandora was not friendly, and neither were its inhabitants. And therefore, we had to learn to survive at lightning speed, otherwise, hardly anyone could guarantee that someone who was not experienced enough would see a new day.
(Y/N) was a girl, one of the few young people who were able to adapt to life on this hostile planet, and being one of the most experienced, she was a scout and hunter. Deadly duties, but the girl understood that if not she, then no one would fulfill them, and therefore, (Y/N) gritted her teeth and continued to do her hard work for the benefit of humanity. Every task, every trip to the forest made her stronger and more dexterous, every mistake taught her and made her wiser and therefore (Y/N) stopped being afraid. She clenched all her fears and ordered herself to be the soldier she was meant to be.
The Na'vi were dangerous. (Y/N) knew this, and therefore tried to avoid meeting them, although it was not always easy. The Na'vi, overconfident because people did not have the equipment they had brought to Pandora many years ago, thought that they were the lords of these forests, the rulers of these mountains. (Y/N) knew better. No, their overconfidence cost them dearly, for she personally shot every Na'vi who tried to kill her and her friends. Perhaps the Na'vi are stronger and more resilient than humans, but they also had one advantage from which any Na'vi was not safe. People are smaller, much smaller than the Na'vi, and their short stature has become the main weapon in their eternal struggle.
Hiding among the dense foliage of the trees, like a ghost, the girl watched what her enemy was doing, after which she silently slid along the branches, with the firm intention of conveying information to her people. Her job was more important than anyone else's, despite the fact that everyone contributed to the overall survival. And yet, she was more important than everyone, although she did not fully know it. People no longer wanted to exist, they wanted to live. Live calmly and peacefully, if not in friendship with the locals, then at least without endless war.
Deftly skirting every thick root of centuries-old trees, the girl hastily reached the human settlement, where, in the end, she was able to breathe easy. Taking a quick glance at the stick with the wounded, the girl involuntarily frowned. Three are unconscious, two are recovering, four will no longer make it out. Hastily passing by, the girl straightened her ponytail, which was slightly disheveled due to the wind, after which she entered the tent of the militia leader. A man of about forty named Gavin, with hair that was once as black as the darkest night, now streaked with silver, stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Noticing (Y/N), he turned to face her before asking:
"Did you find him?"
(Y/N) nodded silently, crossing her arms over her chest.
"He's going to be patrolling the eastern part of the forest, around six tonight." (Y/N) checked her wristwatch, after which she said more to herself than to anyone else: "In half an hour, to be more precise."
"Then," Gavin, satisfied with her answer, waved his hand towards the exit from the tent and added: “You can go, you did a great job, now rest."
"May I know what you are up to?"
The man smiled crookedly, revealing fangs that were too sharp for a human, and then, turning his back to the girl again, he said:
"Let me just say that their leader will pay us dearly. Very dearly."
(Y/N) expected the man to burst into mad maniacal laughter, but this did not happen, he remained dead calm, and therefore, (Y/N) turned on her heels and walked away.
Walking through the improvised human base, the girl heard how mechanics tried in vain to start rusted trucks and mechanisms, how doctors struggled to bring wounded soldiers back to life. All their attempts were useless, but hardly anyone was ready to lose the last echoes of hope. Taking her eyes away from such a depressing picture, (Y/N) headed towards the women's tent, in which all the few women and girls were gathered. Throwing back the thin flap that served as the entrance, (Y/N) reached the very end of the tent, where her cot was located in the corner. Exhausted, she collapsed on top of her, covering her face with her hands. She was so tired that it seemed to her that if she closed her eyes even for a second, she would fall into an eternal dead sleep, but she couldn't and the girl irritably threw off her dirty outerwear, remaining only in a T-shirt and thin shorts.
Drops of rain began to patter on the fabric roof of the tent, threatening to turn into a full-blown downpour. Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) pulled the thin blanket over her head in an attempt to hide from all the noise of the world when she felt someone gently but insistently shaking her shoulder.
Reluctantly opening her eyes and removing the blanket from her head, the girl was ready to express all her righteous indignation to the one who disturbed her already restless sleep, but noticing the familiar blond hair and big blue eyes, (Y/N) cheered up and gladly pulled Alice, her best friend in a hug.
"Oh, you sneaky fox!" Alice laughed quietly so as not to wake anyone. "Came back and didn’t say anything!"
(Y/N) smiled widely, lowering her eyes slightly. Well, of course she didn’t say anything, she just had nothing to tell. It wasn't that she was being enlightened to the higher plans of their small community, she was simply doing her job.
"Alice,” (Y/N) laughs, covering her mouth with her hand so as not to wake up the woman sleeping next to her bed. "Really, I have nothing to tell you about. If I knew anything, you would have heard everything from me in detail."
"Oh really?" the girl sang quietly, squeezing her friend’s hand in hers, with an insidious smile on her lips. "Even what's going on with Jared?"
(Y/N) felt herself rapidly starting to blush from embarrassment. Well, of course, Alice already knows everything. God, (Y/N) was really happy about this. And yet, she was excited, although this excitement was pleasant.
"Well,” (Y/N) said slowly, awkwardly straightening her hair. "Jared proposed to me!"
Alice, who was sitting on the bed, (Y/N) almost collapsed on the floor from such news. Covering her mouth with her hand, she tried her best not to scream in delight, but she hardly succeeded. The dissatisfied cries of the awakened women were heard, to which, however, they did not pay any attention.
"Oh my God, (Y/N)!" Alice exclaimed, hugging her friend tightly by the shoulders. "I'm so, so happy for you!"
Alice cleared her throat slightly and put on a slightly more casual expression, although her eyes sparkled as if she had been asked to marry. (Y/N) had no doubt that one day it would be so.
"Tell me,” Alice switched to a conspiratorial whisper: “Have you already had this with him?”
(Y/N) just shook her head with a slight smile on her face. No, they didn’t have that much time left together, and therefore, they were forced to make do with only quick, albeit passionate, kisses, occasionally pleasuring each other with their hands and lips.
"Not yet." Alice nodded understandingly, lightly squeezing her friend’s shoulders with her hands. "After the wedding, I think..."
She couldn't finish her thought. One of the particularly grumpy women threw a pillow at the girls, hitting Alice right on the back of the head, causing her to almost fall to the floor. Having roared that it was high time for everyone to go to bed, including them, she lay down on the bed again and began to quietly snore.
(Y/N) and Alice looked at each other, after which they burst into quiet laughter, but obeyed the order, and soon both saw, albeit not bright and sunny, but still, serene dreams.
In the dead of night, however, (Y/N) opened her eyes to a strange noise on the street that made her feel uneasy. Carefully, so as not to wake anyone, the girl picked up a neatly folded sweatshirt from the bedside table, threw it over her shoulders, and headed out of the tent, taking a machine gun with her just in case. Carefully walking barefoot through the puddles, she noticed something being dragged towards the abandoned laboratory. And judging by its size, this something was quite large.
Moving still carefully and quietly, (Y/N) heard Alice call out to her from behind. The girl hurried towards her, awkwardly adjusting her raincoat, the hood of which kept falling over her shoulders.
"What's happened?" Alice asked, taking (Y/N) by the elbow, as if she was afraid of something, and her friend was the only person who could protect her. "(Y/N) why are you here? What are they doing?"
“I don’t know,” the girl answered honestly, but she was determined to find the answer to her question. "But we can find out."
With these words, the girls headed towards the abandoned laboratory, where none of them had ever been. There was nothing to do there. The corridors were empty, bare wires hung from the ceilings like vines in the jungle, and faulty equipment was periodically flooded with streams of sparks. Usually, they never went there, but today was definitely different.
Approaching the building, the girls noticed how the lights were on in the rooms, and therefore, holding hands, they entered the laboratory. Walking around each faulty mechanism, the girls slowly walked towards the central room. It was cold and eerily quiet in this place, but they were in no hurry to break the silence, not knowing what it would threaten them with.
Alice definitely didn't like it here, she wanted to go back, but the moment they reached the place where a crowd of men were dragging something huge, they realized exactly what kind of creature it was. Having struggled to push the tall Na'vi into the holding cell, the group led by Hank, an elderly soldier who hardly shared Gavin's views, now stood next to him, furiously discussing something. They were hard to hear, so (Y/N) nodded her head towards the camera and they slowly moved towards it.
Reaching the tall metal barriers, the girls looked at the Na'vi lying on the floor, in deep sleep. Alice, eyes wide open, unable to hide her emotions, said:
"He is so beautiful."
(Y/N) didn't say anything in response, but Alice was damn right. She had never seen anyone more beautiful than this Na'vi. His shoulders rose and fell slowly as he slept soundly. (Y/N) had seen him several times hiding high in the tree branches, but up close, this was the first time she had seen him. Yes, it was true, this young Na'vi was incredibly handsome. But (Y/N) quickly brushed that thought aside and another one took its place. How Hank and his squad were able to catch him, and most importantly, how they got him here. Hank's voice suddenly sounded dangerously close.
"He is waking up."
Alice, who had been nervously tugging at the edges of her raincoat all this time, quickly darted towards the exit, and (Y/N) was about to follow her when she noticed how the Na'vi's eyelashes began to tremble slightly. Crap! He actually wakes up.
Rolling somersaults towards the exit, (Y/N) and Alice hurried to leave, although (Y/N) was tormented by the question of what they were going to do with him?
The morning of the next day turned out to be suspiciously quiet. It was as if nothing had happened at all, which is why (Y/N) was in no hurry to ask Hank questions. She was curious, and yet, she tried to mind her own business. Not when she was supposed to be going to meet Jared. Still, she couldn't help but wonder what plans Gavin had for this Na'vi? They didn't kill him, and she didn't see any serious wounds on him. Obviously they want to trade it for something. The question is what Gavin will ask. He is not the most honest person, but he is far from an idiot, and therefore, the girl hoped that whatever he came up with would work.
Starting to run lightly, (Y/N), noticing Jared, sped up, and upon reaching him, hugged the guy tightly around the neck. Gavin smiled at her, squeezed her waist with his strong hands, and gently but insistently kissed her lips. (Y/N) smiled into the kiss, allowing the guy to freely stroke her skin under her thin tank top.
“You’re in a hurry,” (Y/N) laughs, not intending to stop Jared.
"On the contrary, honey,” Jared says between kisses, moving down to her neck. "I'm terribly slow."
"(Y/N) arches her back, allowing her fiancé to caress her body, when suddenly, a strange sound comes from the direction of the laboratory, which gives (Y/N) goosebumps. Jared reluctantly stops, but doesn’t let go of the girl’s embrace. A crowd of men runs out of the building, Hank shouts at them tirelessly. After exchanging glances, (Y/N) and Jared rushed towards the crowd, listening to Hank's screams.
"It's all to no avail!" he says waving his arms. "He is savage, just like all of them. Nothing will come of this idea."
Gavin looked down on Hank as always, and crossed his arms over his chest and answered coldly:
"Then let him starve, after all, we have to bring him back alive, not healthy."
"He's already torn apart two of my boys, Morris." The man barked, so loudly that (Y/N) was momentarily afraid that her eardrums would burst. "If this continues, I will shoot him."
The men continued to argue, and people gradually began to go about their business. There was no longer any secret to their operation, so they continued to swear louder and louder.
(Y/N) just shrugged, and taking Jared’s hand, she hurried to go where no one would disturb them, but Jared was called out by Hank, so, giving the girl a farewell kiss, he left her, to the sound of her groaning full of displeasure. This was already starting to get boring. Every time they wanted to be alone, someone always interfered with them, and this had already become a bad habit.
If only they had already exchanged him for something, (Y/N) thought, feeling a pleasant tingling between her legs, but again there was no one to calm her excitement.
(Y/N) clearly remembered Hank’s words that if even one more of his soldiers suffered because of the captured Na’vi, he would certainly kill him, but Hank still hadn’t done this a week later.
(Y/N) repeatedly heard the screams of people who entered the containment chamber of the violent Na'vi, with an innocent desire to feed him, and never came out again. Hank was losing patience, Gavin hardly had any idea what to do. Negotiations with the Na'vi were difficult, and (Y/N) was not privy to these matters, until one late evening, a woman named Jane approached her and ordered (Y/N) to follow her. They hurriedly but without fuss walked towards the laboratory, which a week later became much cleaner and safer. Reaching the holding cell, Jane handed (Y/N) a heavy bag filled to the brim with fruit.
"Come in." She ordered, to which (Y/N) grinned, not intending to obey.
"Maybe you should do this?"
Jane looked at her sternly, but (Y/N) was still not ready to obey. Dying like this, in an attempt to feed a captive Na'vi, was not part of her plans. Jane frowned at her, and without saying another word, nodded, after which two men approached (Y/N) from behind, who grabbed her hands and dragged the girl to the holding cell. Jane pressed the button and the armored door opened. Throwing the girl into the cell, one of the men threw a bag of fruit towards her, and the door closed again.
(Y/N) rushed towards her, banging on the armored glass, screaming and swearing, but hardly any of them cared. Just to save your skin, your miserable life. Hitting the glass with her fist one last time, (Y/N) heard quiet footsteps behind her. Turning towards the sound, (Y/N) exhaled. In front of her stood a Na'vi. He looked at her with his huge yellow eyes as if he was about to pounce on her and tear her to pieces, as he did with everyone who came here, but now, he hesitated, and the girl, not sure what to do, tried not to make unnecessary sounds.
The Na'vi moved closer, gracefully alternating first his hand and then his foot, continuing to move gracefully towards her until he was very close. (Y/N) clenched her hands into fists. God, this is definitely the end for her now.
The Na'vi, however, was in no hurry to attack, looking at her, he came even closer, and now, (Y/N) could simply stretch out her hand and her palm would touch his chest. The Na'vi leaned slightly towards her, his nostrils flaring slightly as he sniffed. Carefully leaning towards the girl, the Na'vi looked at her, and his pupils, which had been threateningly narrowed until that moment, now suddenly widened as if in some kind of ecstasy she did not understand. (Y/N) understood that she was doing something stupid, but she couldn’t help herself and backed away, pressing her back against the cold glass. The Na'vi, noticing her attempt to move away from him, tensed, his dilated pupils narrowed again, and he rushed towards her, clasping her legs with his tail, and sharply pulled her towards him. (Y/N) let out a loud groan of pain as she fell backwards onto the concrete floor, trying in vain to find something she could grab onto, but there was nothing on the floor, and the Na'vi continued to drag her to that part of the cell, where there were no CCTV cameras.
Throwing (Y/N) into a dark corner, he approached her again, but this time he was watching the girl’s every movement much more closely. (Y/N) was breathing rapidly. Previously, she was sure that she was not afraid of anything, but as it turned out, it is easy to be fearless when you have a machine gun with full ammunition in your hands. Now, she was empty-handed, she was not wearing her army uniform, or even simple clothes as such. Jane ordered her to follow her without even allowing her to change clothes, and therefore, before the hostile Na'vi, she appeared in a thin T-shirt that barely hid her nipples, hardened from the cold, and in short shorts, in which she usually slept.
The Na'vi leaned over her, was already close to her, looking at her from head to toe, after which he calmly looked at her for a minute, until suddenly, sharply he leaned towards her, burying his cat-like nose in her neck. (Y/N) pressed her hands into the wall behind her, forgetting how to breathe for a moment. Now she was really scared, and barely able to move, she froze in a ridiculous attempt to merge with the wall.
The Na'vi inhaled her scent, greedily, as if it were life-giving oxygen for him, and at some point, the girl could swear that she heard a groan escape from his chest. His tail curled into a wonderful pose as his breath tickled (Y/N)'s skin. He inhaled her scent with strange delight, as if trying to soak in it, remember it, sniffing her neck, hair, leaning towards her chest. Pressing his forehead against her chest, the Na'vi closed his eyes and... purred.
He muttered something under his breath, never stopping purring, and (Y/N) for a moment thought that she hit her head too hard and all this was just a crazy dream that she sees in a coma, but his cheek pressed against her chest was too real , and his voice is terribly clear.
"Oeyä muntxa si," (Y/N) tensed. She hardly knew the Na'vi language, and the girl could not understand what he was saying. "Run nga, nì'i'a."
(Y/N) swallowed hard, not moving an iota, hoping that Jared would come and get her out of here, but that didn’t happen, and (Y/N) felt another wave of panic. Trying to pull herself together, the girl gave herself a mental slap in the face. Calmly! He doesn’t attack, his shoulders are relaxed and he’s unlikely to kill her just yet. At least not now. All she has to do is do nothing until they get her out of here and she'll be fine.
The Na'vi purrs, his tail wagging from side to side as he continues to babble happily in a language the girl didn't understand. All the words she limited herself to were calculations of time and only some phrases that could hardly help her now.
"Oeyä tawtute," the Na'vi's voice trembles with pleasure, his hands reach out to her.
(Y/N) suddenly feels a strange rush of adrenaline, and forcefully pushes his face away from her, rushing to the other corner of the cell, hitting the door with her fist, demanding that she be let out immediately.
He rushes after her, shouting:
"Kehe hum, yawne!" but this time, the door opens and the girl jumps out of the holding cell, thanking God that she is alive.
The Na'vi who sees her through the thick glass screams, although she does not hear his words, and hammers his fists on the glass, while his tail, which just recently wagged like a dog that had received a treat from its owner, hung motionless between his legs. There was clearly resentment and strange pain in his eyes that (Y/N) was unable to understand. Trying not to look in the direction of the Na'vi who was furiously beating his hands on the glass, (Y/N) thought that she would never return here again. Well, she was wrong, but what choice did she have?
(Y/N) knew that Jane was a complete bitch, but she did not expect that the woman would stoop to telling Gavin about what happened a couple of days ago in the storage room. The man quickly took her words into account, and therefore decided that since the Na'vi did not attack the girl, this could be taken advantage of. From that moment on, from scout and huntress, (Y/N) became what she herself would call a "lightning rod" for the wrath of the young Pandora resident. She came to him once a day and brought food and water. The Na'vi hissed and got angry at the sight of people, hid in the darkness of the cell, noticing (Y/N) ran up to the glass, and pressing his palms against it, stood waiting for the girl to arrive. (Y/N) was stressed by such affection. Why would she be special? She would like to know the answer, but it is unlikely that anyone could give it to her. Once again opening the camera, Jane grinned nastily, after which she closed the door behind (Y/N) and left to go about her business, despite the fact that, according to the rules established by Hank, constant surveillance of the camera was necessary.
As soon as (Y/N) crossed the threshold of the cell, the Na'vi rushed towards her, wrapping his tail around the girl's waist, pulling her towards him, straight into his arms. The girl, although still not accustomed to this, began to be much more calm about what the Na'vi was doing.
Sitting in the silence of the cell, the girl felt the Na'vi again bury his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. Reluctantly tearing himself away from her, he hugged her tighter and said in his completely incomprehensible language:
"Oe lu Neteyam,” he says, and seems to be waiting for an answer.
“I don’t understand you,” the girl says, shaking her head.
The Na'vi frowns, his ears twitch and then flatten to his head, but he repeats, sitting (Y/N) in front of him as if she weighs nothing, then presses his palm to his chest and says:
"Oe lu Neteyam."
(Y/N) makes a strange sound, but now she understands, he told her his name. Neteyam, that's his name. Nodding, the girl slowly presses her hand to her chest, and now says her own name, and Neteyam looks at her joyfully, squeezing her waist tighter with his tail.
He repeats her name and his pupils dilate again. (Y/N) smiles at him slightly. Perhaps they are not as scary as they want to seem, because they have every right to hate the entire human race.
Hank's voice suddenly comes through the speakers, telling her it's time for her to leave. Neteyam hears this too, and so his tail curls in combat readiness, letting go of her waist, giving way to his arms. Neteyam doesn’t know where this voice is coming from, but he is not going to let the girl go again, and therefore he covers her with himself, hissing, under Hank’s repeated command.
(Y/N) carefully tries to pull away, but Neteyam doesn’t allow her to do so, shaking his head and saying something, pulling her closer to him. With a forced sigh, the girl addresses Hank via the walkie-talkie hanging on her hip.
"Maybe I'll stay? Not for long."
"You know the rules, girl." Hank says and (Y/N) just rolls her eyes. "Get out of there."
"Come on, Hank!" (Y/N) exclaimed, causing Neteyam to raise his eyebrows slightly and press himself close to her, burying his face in the top of her head. "He's scared, you treat him like a wild animal. Just a couple more minutes."
Hank, however, was adamant, and therefore, again sternly commanding the girl to leave, he opened the door. Neteyam persisted, not intending to let her go, he looked at her, bit her lip, as if it depended on her. (Y/N) drooped slightly. She felt sorry for him, Neteyam did not understand what was happening, he was torn away from his family and friends, placed in conditions in which the only person who was kind to him was forced to constantly leave him.
The girl tried to pull away, but Neteyam held her tighter, shaking his head in denial. No, he will never let go, no matter how hard she struggles.
All his life, Neteyam was sure that people have a desire to destroy and kill in their blood, but here she is, this human girl, who is so kind and gentle to him, the smell that intoxicates him and enchants him, calms him. A scent that no other girl of his kind from his clan had. (Y/N) is so small, so fragile compared to him, that he could easily break her if he squeezed her in his arms a little tighter. But he would never do anything like that to her. Neteyam was sure that he would never love. His duties as the future leader of the clan always came first, and therefore he entrusted the search for his mate entirely into the hands of his parents. He did not believe that he would find his true mate who could melt his cold heart, and Neteyam was absolutely sure that he would never love a person. But the moment (Y/N) entered the cell, he felt her. The smell that his mother and father told him about, which they themselves felt many years ago. At first, he thought he was mistaken. But at that moment when he buried his face in her tender neck and inhaled her scent, he realized that his fate stood before him. His little human mate, caring for him so diligently in this nasty, cold place where he didn't belong.
Neteyam looked at her, wrapping his tail around her legs, not allowing the girl to move away from him, but (Y/N) didn't seem to like it. She tried hard to distance herself from him, and Neteyam didn't understand why. Doesn't she feel him the same way he feels her? Neteyam frowns, still stubbornly not allowing her to leave him, when a man’s voice, creaking like ungreased door hinges, is heard again from the speakers:
"He's on our radar."
Neteyam doesn't understand his words, but (Y/N) begins to panic, so he immediately raises his hands as a sign of surrender.
"No, don't!" she exclaimed, not wanting to risk not so much Neteyam as herself. She knew well who was guarding the camera now and who could fire a shot. "He’s just scared, I promise, I’ll come out now."
Not knowing what to do, the girl relaxes and stops struggling, and Neteyam’s facial features soften, he again buries his nose at the junction of her shoulder and neck, not wanting to let go of the girl from his embrace. Gently stroking the tips of his unusual ears, (Y/N) tried her best to speak calmly and calmly.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” the girl said, although she realized that Neteyam did not understand her words. And yet, her calming voice had an effect - Neteyam relaxed, rubbed his cheek against her palm, slightly closing his eyes. Glancing briefly at Hank so that he would hold the door open a little longer, the girl whispered goodbye to Neteyam: “I’m sorry.”
After which, she rushed to run away from the containment cell, catching her breath only when the door closed behind her. Neteyam screamed, his eyes wide as he punched the glass as hard as he could, hoping after all this time that he could break it. (Y/N) felt a lump forming in her throat. God, she was embarrassed. She paradoxically felt like a traitor, and did not know what to do about it.
Hank, noticing her slumped shoulders, patted her fatherly on the back as gently as his callused hands would allow him. (Y/N) smiled languidly at him, and was about to leave when suddenly she heard Jane’s exclamation, full of pure bewilderment:
"What the hell is he doing?!"
(Y/N) and Hank turned around with a jerk and what they saw made the girl’s blood freeze in her veins. Neteyam looked straight at her with a completely lifeless gaze, seeing nothing, and hit his head forcefully against the armored glass. His forehead slowly but surely became darker with each new blow, blood ran from the wound, leaving eerie-looking red blots on the glass.
Running up to the glass, (Y/N) looked at the young Na'vi, who continued to do something completely incomprehensible to her mind.
"Give him sleeping pills, calm him down!" Hank barked, turning to Jane.
"No!" (Y/N) exclaimed, looking at the Na'vi who hardly thought what he was doing. "Let me stay with him a little longer, I’ll calm him down!"
“We won’t let you near him anymore,” Hank said curtly. "He does not behave appropriately after you leave."
(Y/N) sighed in defeat, taking one last look at Neteyam, whose cell had already been filled with sleeping gas. She was sorry, in fact she was truly sorry. The Na'vi were killing her people, but in this situation, where he was trapped in a place he knew nothing about, Neteyam was afraid. She had no doubt about it. He was scared and wanted to feel safe.
The last thing (Y/N) saw before she left was Neteyam lying unconscious on the concrete floor, his forehead bleeding. Biting her lip, the girl again mentally apologized to him, heading towards the exit from the laboratory. She urgently needed to talk to Jared. His hugs always comforted her, and she had no doubt that this time would be no exception.
Looking into his tent, the girl found Jared writing something in his diary. These were the coordinates of some lake that could serve them as a source of clean drinking water, but the moment he noticed (Y/N) he put down his notes and extended his arms to the girl, allowing her to sit on his lap, hugging him tenderly her by the waist. Noticing her sad expression, Jared frowned, lifted her face by the chin so that she looked straight into his eyes, and asked with confusion:
"What happened, honey?" his voice was so pleasant and comforting that (Y/N) for the first time in a long time allowed herself to unwind. "Did someone offend you? I won’t believe it, I know that my girl is the bravest and strongest in the world."
(Y/N) sniffled, pressing her forehead against Jared's shoulder, trying to breathe deeply through her mouth.
“It’s all because of Neteyam,” the girl said, and Jared looked at her in confusion.
"Because of Neteyam?" Jared asked, trying to understand her mutterings for a minute. "Are you talking about the captured Na'vi? Are you so upset because of him?"
"We are at odds with them, but this does not mean that he is an animal that needs to be kept in a cage." Jared nodded, affectionately stroking his lover’s head. Of course, he knew, despite how skillfully she hid her true emotions and how deadly she was in battle, she had a kind heart and that was why Jared fell in love with her in the first place. "Why doesn’t his clan come for him? Do they really don't care?"
“Oh darling,” Jared says, kissing (Y/N)’s forehead tenderly. "Do not worry about it. Gavin is negotiating with his father, the leader, he just wants the deal to happen on his terms."
"Gavin should hurry up,” the girl said coldly, not wanting to talk about Gavin. "Today Neteyam broke his forehead on the glass and bled. He's going crazy in this cage. I feel sorry for him. I can’t imagine what I would do if I were in Neteyam's place."
Jared just smiled kindly, carefully lowering (Y/N) onto the bed and laying on top of the girl. Leaving a kiss on her lips, Jared gently kissed her neck, moving down to her collarbones, where he lingered, gently biting and sucking on her soft skin. (Y/N) moaned, responding to his caresses, allowing him to get his hands under her T-shirt. Lifting the fabric up to her breasts, Jared kissed her above her navel and pulled her shorts down, exposing the fabric of her panties.
"Do you want this, darling?" Jared smiles, squeezing her hips a little tighter. “I know you don’t want me to take you before we get married, but I can still pleasure you with my mouth.”
(Y/N) closed her eyes, spreading her legs a little wider, allowing Jared to see more. Grinning, he pulled the girl's shorts off, leaving her in thin panties that barely covered her tender pussy. There was already a wet spot of her arousal on her gray panties, which Jared licked without thinking. Gasping, (Y/N) enthusiastically grabbed the guy by the back of his head, pulling him closer to her.
“I want this Jared,” (Y/N) whispered, raising herself slightly on her elbows so she could see him pulling her panties off with his teeth. "I want you so much."
Jared smiles and kisses (Y/N) on the lips before lowering himself back down in front of her, kissing her clit, gently licking her plump labia, licking her arousal, while (Y/N) moans softly. She had waited so long for the opportunity to be alone with him, and so now, she enjoyed every moment of the pleasure that he gave her with his tongue.
"Jared,” (Y/N) croaks, running her fingers through his hair.
The guy laughs into her pussy, gently biting her inner thighs, pushing his tongue into her, imitating the movements of his penis. His fingers stroked her clitoris, gently penetrating her vagina, stretching her. (Y/N) impatiently pulled Jared closer to her by the back of his head, causing him to inhale sharply but continue to work with his tongue.
"Jared,” the girl exclaimed, and he hums into her pussy, waiting for her to continue: “I want you. I want your dick inside me."
"Are you sure, baby?" Jared asked, reluctantly pulling away from (Y/N)'s cunt, still stroking her clit with his fingers. "I don't want to force you."
(Y/N) just pulled Jared's shirt towards her, kissing him gently on her lubricated lips, tasting herself. With her arms around the guy's neck, (Y/N) rubbed her wet pussy against his hard cock, causing Jared to moan into her lips. Yanking his T-shirt over his head, Jared impatiently unbuttoned his frayed jeans, still kissing (Y/N). The girl put her arm around Jared's shoulders, awkwardly taking off her own T-shirt, allowing him to quickly get rid of her bra. His fingers moved inside her tender pussy that was gripping him so tightly, and (Y/N) moaned and sighed sharply loudly, spurring the guy to finally move to remove his 0fingers and give her what she so desperately asks for. Pulling down his boxers only to free his painfully hard cock, Jared kissed (Y/N) before whispering:
Hold on to me.
After which, he entered her, causing the girl to scream with delight. He didn't move, letting her get used to this new feeling, but when (Y/N) rocked her hips slightly, pushing his cock deeper into her, Jared began to move, impatiently but rhythmically, causing (Y/N) to moan sweetly, pleasure-filled. Jared closed his eyes, admiringly caressing her body with his lips and hands, paying special attention to her neck and breasts. Moans and screams must have been heard even on the street, but they didn’t care at all, all they cared about was the pleasure they gave each other.
Spreading her legs wider, (Y/N) closed her eyes as Jared’s thrusts became much more erratic and sharp, from which (Y/N) fell somewhere into a bottomless pit of pleasure.
“Faster, Jared,” (Y/N) yells as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the space.
And he really speeds up, beads of sweat running down his forehead, and he slams into her harder and harder, biting the girl's breasts, covering her skin with teeth marks.
“Fuck,” Jared growls, pushing his dick deeper and deeper into her pussy, which makes such depraved sounds that it seems to him that they alone can make him cum. "So tight, baby. Squeeze me even tighter and I will cum inside you."
(Y/N) grins, and as if taking his words as a challenge, she tenses, squeezing Jared so tightly that his chest shakes with moans.
The girl tosses and turns, wriggles under him like a snake, not knowing where to go from her own excitement, and hurries to raise her hips, allowing the guy to enter her from a completely new angle.
“I’m going to cum inside you, love,” Jared says, leaving a wet kiss under her breasts. "Just as I always wanted. Do you want me to cum inside you? You squeeze me so tightly, of course you want it."
“Cum in me Jared,” (Y/N) says with a breath, feeling her pussy flowing from his words. "Fuck, please cum inside me."
Jared grins and speeds up again, now moving inside her completely impatiently and sloppily, until he abruptly stops, thrusting into her to the limit, flooding her pussy with a hot stream of cum. Breathing heavily, Jared catches his breath and kisses the girl's chin.
"We’ll definitely do this again tonight,” he smiles at her with his brightest smile that (Y/N) adores.
She throws her arms above her head, licking her lips, and for the first time she feels truly full and satisfied. She's feeling good, and Jared is the reason she's feeling like that. She completely forgot to think about Neteyam, and all she could think about now was how Jared’s sperm leaked out of her stretched cunt. What else could she dream of now?
The guy straightened his clothes, and gently kissed her forehead, said:
"I'll come back to you as soon as I finish work, okay doll?"
(Y/N) could only nod her head, and Jared laughed so brightly and lovingly that she didn’t even think about doubting his words.
Lying on his bed, the girl lazily threw Jared's T-shirt over herself, closing her eyes for a moment, not noticing how she slowly fell into sleep, and she slept for a long time and serenely.
In the dead of night, she feels someone else's hands on her waist, and barely waking up, she smiles, yawning slightly.
"Jared,” the girl drawls, still not fully awake. "I've missed you."
In response, she hears a quiet chuckle and feels the kiss of dry lips on her shoulder. (Y/N) tries to open her sleepy eyes, but she can’t, and so she just continues to mutter:
"Why are you taking so long?" in response to her question, another kiss, this time on the neck. "I thought you…"
The girl doesn’t have time to finish, feeling, in addition to a pair of hands, an additional limb that, like a boa constrictor, is wrapped around her hips. At this moment, her eyelashes twitch, and she is no longer sleeping, but she is afraid to turn around, and she hopes that this is all just a bad dream from which she will soon wake up. But (Y/N) feels the blanket being slowly pulled off her and turned onto her back. She feels on her skin how a hand with four fingers strokes her, and how her forehead is tickled by familiar braids.
And so, she has to face the truth when she finally opens her eyes looking into the face of Neteyam, who is bending over her. His forehead was still covered in dried blood, and there was a horrific bruise on it that must have hurt like hell, but she didn't care. The only thing the girl really wanted to know was how did he escape?
Neteyam smiled tenderly at her, his ears twitched excitedly, and his large yellow eyes shone so that it seemed they could outshine the moon with their light.
“Oe tsun nì'i'a 'ampi nga nìmun,” he purrs, while his tail, freeing the girl’s hips, wriggled from side to side in delight.
(Y/N) looked at him with frozen horror on her face, and Neteyam doesn’t understand why. Her beautiful human face is distorted with a grimace of fear, and Neteyam reaches out to her, but the girl recoils from him, his ears pressed tightly to his head. Why is she afraid of him? Did he do something wrong? Has he ever hurt her? Neteyam is tormented by doubts, and (Y/N) rushes to run away from him with all his might, hearing a loud voice behind him;
"Kehe, rutxe yemstokx't tul mìso, yawne!"
(Y/N) doesn’t listen to him, and jerks back the fabric barrier of the tent and runs out into the street, instantly regretting that she did it. Everywhere on the ground, there were dead people. Everything around was stained with blood, and it seemed that there was no chance that even one of those she knew would be saved. All the color drained from her face at once. What did he do to Alice, and oh God, what did he do to Jared?!
Neteyam, who appeared behind, called her name, there was such terrible melancholy in his voice that the girl could hardly believe in his sincerity, after what he had done to all these soldiers, doctors and people.
Without thinking, she ran without looking back. It's all Gavin's fault. If he had not decided to capture the Na'vi, none of this would have happened. Drops of rain pattered on the grass and leaves of the trees, but (Y/N) continued to run, because it was quite possible that this could be her last escape. Behind her, she continued to hear the voice of Neteyam, who was already dangerously close to notice her, and therefore the girl stopped. No, if she runs in a straight line, he will catch up with her and she will have no chance of salvation. Looking at the tree in front of her, (Y/N) rushed to climb the thick vines, rising higher and higher until she could hide behind the thick foliage. Her hands were shaking, but her thoughts were crystal clear and clear. All the weapons remained in the camp, and even her favorite knife was in the destroyed women's tent. She won't be able to hide for long. Frowning, the girl looked down, trying to come up with a workable plan, when a rustling sound was heard behind her, after which someone covered her mouth with a hand, preventing her from screaming. The hand, however, was human and female, and the voice that came from behind her inspired her with hope of salvation.
"(Y/N), oh my God,” Alice whispered as (Y/N) turned to face her. "Thank God you're okay."
"Alice, how did this happen?" (Y/N) whispered with just her lips, trying not to make a single unnecessary sound. "How did he manage to get out?.."
"No, (Y/N), now is not the time, listen to me,” Alice interrupted her, grabbing her friend by the shoulders. "When I heard about what happened today, I went to Hank to find out why the Na'vi behaved this way, and he explained to me (Y/N) that the Na'vi behave this way when their mate is taken away from them, understand? When all this happened, he was looking for you, he needs you (Y/N)."
"No, wait, Alice,” the girl said, stopping her friend, looking her straight in the eyes. -What are you even talking about? I'm a human, he couldn't...
"But that’s exactly what happened, (Y/N),” Alice whispered in fear. Her blond hair was wet from the rain and clung to her already thin face so that the girl looked like a living skeleton. "That's why he didn't kill you like everyone else. Anyone he considers a threat who can separate you will be killed. And therefore, you need to run as far as possible. But even so, this does not guarantee your safety, because the Na'vi has found a mate and will stop at nothing to get it for themselves."
Alice’s words broke (Y/N) completely. All hope of salvation collapsed, but even now, she found the strength to see something good in everything that happened. She can still save Alice.
“Listen to me,” (Y/N) said the same way she spoke during her assignments - coldly and clearly. "He didn’t see you, as soon as you can, run to the southeast, our people have a small base there. I'll be fine, but you have to do everything to save yourself."
After which, (Y/N) hugged her friend tightly goodbye, and sliding down vines, she hid in the bushes, throwing a heavy stone away. Neteyam's ears tensed and twitched towards the source of the noise, but he did not move from his place, narrowing his eyes and looking around him. His steps were surprisingly silent, he carefully looked around the forest area, listening to every sound. (Y/N) covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to breathe, and Neteyam seemed to believe that no one was here when a crash was heard on the tree branches. Turning sharply toward the sound, he pulled one of the many vines, and Alice fell from the tree with a wild cry of horror. She groaned in pain, clutching her arm. A broken bone protruded from her wounded skin. Neteyam looked indifferently at the wounded girl, but narrowing his eyes, he leaned towards her and hissed in the Na'vi language:
"You,” Alice swallowed, breathing loudly from pain and fear, not knowing what to do. She is not a fighter, just a linguist, and she simply had no idea what to do. "I know that you understand my language. Where is she?"
(Y/N) didn’t understand what he was asking her about, but his eyes looked daggers at Alice, threatening to kill her at any second.
"I don't know, I swear to you, I don't know." Alice tried to suppress the sobs bursting out, but the Na'vi seemed not to be embarrassed, he only squeezed her neck tighter, almost strangling her with his grip.
"You're lying to me, tawtute." Neteyam growls. Taking a knife from the sheath hanging on his chest, he lifted Alice off the ground, bringing the blade to her face. “But I will make sure you never lie to anyone again.”
Alice wheezed, tried to escape, but her strength was not enough, and she began to slowly give up, praying that her death would be quick.
"I give you one last chance, tawtute,” Neteyam now rises to his full height, and Alice realizes that if he lets her go, it is quite possible that she will fall to her death, given her previous fall. "Tell me where she is, and you will stay alive."
'I'm telling you, I don't know!" Alice screams with all her strength, watching the Na'vi's lips stretch into a smile.
"Then it makes no sense for me to waste time on you."
Raising a knife, he was ready to hit the girl in the face with a knife when his dearest and most beloved voice was heard behind him.
"Neteyam!" (Y/N) shouts, attracting his attention.
Neteyam turns around, squeezing Alice's neck less tightly, allowing her to gasp for air. His tail bends with joy, and a second ago his needle-thin pupils expand to immense sizes.
He lowers the hand that holds Alice by the throat and sharply unclenches his fingers, allowing the girl to fall to the ground. Alice coughed loudly, trying to catch her breath, watching in horror as the monster with the most beautiful face in the world bowed down in front of her best friend.
Neteyam kneels in front of (Y/N), gently pulling her towards him. Grabbing the girl’s hand, he presses her palm to his cheek, imitating affection on her part, and he seems to believe in this fiction.
Yawne,” his voice trembles slightly, he can barely contain his purr, which no longer seems cute and funny. - Pelun nga tul neto ftu oe?
(Y/N) doesn’t respond with anything, neither a word nor a gesture, she just turns her gaze to the only living person dear to her, and exhaling involuntarily says:
"Let her go."
Neteyam tilts his head slightly, trying to understand the unfamiliar language, but he cannot do it, and therefore reluctantly turns to Alice:
"Tell her that I will let you go if she comes with me."
Alice shakes her head, tears rolling down her cheeks, mixing with the rain, but Neteyam growls, repeating:
"Tell her that or I'll cut off your leg."
“Great,” Alice sobs, trying to shout above the sound of the rain. “Then she will hate you even more, and will never go with you voluntarily.”
Neteyam presses his ears tightly to his head. This nasty human is right, (Y/N) is already afraid of him enough for him to count on her tender affection, but he loves her no matter how his syulang treats him, and therefore, even if he kills her friend, (Y/N) will still be with him.
Wrapping his tail tighter around (Y/N)'s waist, Neteyam glared at Alice, his pupils narrowing dangerously again.
"If you want to see your friend again someday, then you better agree and do as I say."
Alice goes silent. Her thoughts change from one to another. Mentally, the girl scolded herself for not having the same stamina as (Y/N), and now, this plays perhaps the most important role.
Neteyam is losing patience, his eyes cold and angry, and so Alice rushes to think it over, unsure whether to trust him. Finally, the girl sighs and says:
"Fine."
Neteyam doesn't change his expression, but turns his gaze to (Y/N) and his gaze softens. He gently but persistently holds her in place, and Alice, looking at her friend, sadly says:
"He wants you to go with him."
(Y/N) nods and looks with pity at Alice, whose hand has acquired an unhealthy bluish tint. Turning her gaze to Neteyam, the girl places her palm on top of his larger one, and realizes that she has no choice.
"Good, I agree."
Neteyam does not understand her words, but her calm voice is enough to explain to him what she is thinking. Picking (Y/N) up in his arms, Neteyam marvels at how small and fragile his human girl is. So beautiful and feminine. Neteyam wanted so badly to kiss her, to bring her to his home, to his own clan, where he could treat her as a gift, a blessing from Eywa herself. He would treat her like a goddess if she would only allow him to touch even a lock of her hair without looking at him like a monster.
Giving Alice one last look of contempt, he walked away, holding (Y/N) to his hard chest.
(Y/N) resisted the urge to scream at the top of her lungs. She can not. She was alive and well after all, but Alice, the girl she truly considered her sister, was seriously injured, and (Y/N) wasn't sure if she would find help. Trying to forget, at least for a little while, (Y/N) closed her eyes, lulled by Neteyam’s steady heartbeat.
When Neteyam reached the village, it was already morning. There was still a light drizzle, but it hardly bothered anyone. Walking through the expanses of the native village of the Omaticaya clan, Neteyam watched how the Na'vi slowly woke up, and hurried to get to his house, which was built high on a tree, a little away from the general bustle and noise. Neteyam no longer lived with his parents for two years, leaving Lo'ak, Kiri and little Tuk to each other.
His little tawtute, who had fallen asleep several hours ago, began to wake up, and Neteyam lovingly hugged her to himself and climbed into the tree, where he could finally rest at home. Carefully, he knelt down, placing his mate on the floor, after which he covered her with a blanket made from the skins of killed animals, and lay down next to her.
(Y/N) frowned in her sleep, her eyelashes trembled and Neteyam felt his ears press tightly against his head in frustration. Is she mad at him? If so, then why? These people were a problem, a mistake and a hindrance that did not allow them to be together. Why is she offended by him now? Neteyam remembered how tenderly and affectionately she stroked the tips of his ears, how softly she touched his shoulders and chest with her fingers, and this made Neteyam’s cheeks warm. His heart beat wildly in his chest because she was next to him again, in his arms, safe. Neteyam did not understand why it happened that he completely and fully surrendered to this human girl, but his heart no longer belonged to him, it was irrevocably hers. Of course, Neteyam had no doubt that his mother and father would be furious when they found out who he had chosen as his mate. The Na'vi girl that was chosen for him, named O'el, if he remembered exactly, would be beside himself with insult and humiliation, but why should he care? He had never loved her a day in his life, so her feelings hardly mattered to him at all.
Wrapping one arm around (Y/N)'s waist from behind, he placed the other under her head while his tail wrapped around her legs, in case she woke up and tried to escape. At this thought, Neteyam bit his lip, squeezing her waist tighter with his hand, causing the girl to sigh hoarsely. Why would she even want to run away from him? Isn’t the love that he so diligently gives her not enough for her? Neteyam buried his nose in the top of her head and inhaled her scent. His ears fluttered with pleasure and his shoulders relaxed.
Neteyam closed his eyes. His head still hurt from what happened to him yesterday. The thought that his beloved, his mate, would leave and never return to him tormented him every time she left. He screamed, called her and asked her to stay, but she did not listen to him, tearing his heart into bloody pieces. His instincts that demanded to be with her every second, spending every moment of his life with her were suppressed by the desire of people to isolate her from him, and that day, Neteyam thought that the end had come for him. The inability to be near his beautiful tsawke syulang prompted him to commit voluntary death. The Na'vi hardly ever obeyed this instinct, but those who were so cruelly separated from their mate, and suffered so much that they could no longer endure the separation, went to Eywa. Neteyam saw (Y/N) screaming, pressing her palms against the glass, asking him not to do this, but at that moment, he could hardly think of anything other than internally screaming in agony.
People, however, did something and he fell fast asleep, dreaming of how (Y/N) pressed her palms to his chest, kissing his lips, how he pulled her towards him, stroking the skin of her spine, moving lower to her buttocks. Oh, Eywa sees, he had never seen such vicious dreams, but this human girl awakened in him new, dark instincts that he could no longer contain within himself. They were eager to be released, and his desires became more and more frightening and depraved. Not being allowed to be with his mate has unleashed a beast that thirsts for blood. But having gotten rid of those who did not allow them to be together, he will only receive a look full of hatred. And Neteyam sincerely could not understand this.
Looking at the girl, Neteyam felt an unpleasant odor that he had not smelled from her before. It was a strange and tart smell that definitely did not belong to her, but Neteyam tried to brush it off, and therefore, pulling (Y/N) closer to him, he finally allowed himself to sleep peacefully, with only one thought: that he regrets that she does not understand his words and tender declarations of love.
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At that moment when (Y/N) was just opening her eyes, there was a glimmer of hope in her soul that everything that happened to her was nothing more than a bad dream, and when she opened her eyes, she would be able to hug Alice tightly again, telling her friend friend's latest news, will be able to talk to Hank, that all her life he has been a reliable mentor and a man who cheated on her father in many ways, and of course, will tenderly kiss Jared on the lips, and tell him how much she loves him, and in turn will listen dozens, maybe a hundred declarations of love from him.
But the moment she opens her eyes, she realizes that the nightmare was a reality, and she is not at all in the arms of Jared, but in the strong but graceful arms of the young Na'vi. She lay with her face buried in his hard, striped chest while he slept peacefully. (Y/N) pursed her lips. How could he even sleep after doing what he did? How could he hug her so tenderly and affectionately after causing a bloody massacre in their small camp.
As if sensing that she had woken up, Neteyam himself began to toss and turn slightly, and slightly opening his eyes, he smiled broadly at her, revealing his snow-white fangs.The smile is so beautiful and charming on his no less beautiful face that for a moment you can forget that he brutally and cruelly killed everyone who was displeasing to him for his crazy reasons incomprehensible to her. (Y/N) could have forgotten, but she didn’t.
Turning away from him, (Y/N) felt Neteyam lightly nudge her neck with his nose, but she recoiled from him, pulling the animal skin that served as her blanket tighter. Neteyam tries to hug her again, but the girl does not allow him to do this as easily as he wants, and Neteyam feels his soul aching and screaming from the pain that this hostility from (Y/N) brings him. He did all this for her. Why is she so stubborn? Or does she like to play hard to get? Well, if she wants him to compete for her attention, he will do it for the sake of his little mate. After all, he brought her here to show everyone, and especially her, that she was his mate and his only. He wants to court and take care of her, to show her that he is perfect for her just as she is perfect for him.
Reaching out to her face, Neteyam left a kiss on her temple, after which he rose to his feet and walked out along a thick tree branch and went down, heading towards his parents’ house. Oh Great Mother, give him strength.
Periodically, crowds of Na'vi appeared on his way, surrounding him and hugging him, showing him joy at his return. Neteyam smiled reservedly at them, but did not linger in the crowd, confidently striding towards the hut of his father and mother. The first thing he saw when he approached his home was his little sister Tuk, who, noticing him, threw herself into his arms. Neteyam, without hesitation, picked up his little sister in his arms and headed deeper into the hut. Lo'ak and Kiri, noticing their older brother, also hurried to him, hugging him tightly. They questioned him, hastily, as if he might disappear again, when Jake and Neytiri finally appeared, who, having barely heard that their son had returned to them alive, hurried to meet him at their home. Neteyam lowered Tuk to the floor, although the girl did not leave her brother’s side for a second, hugging him tightly by the hips. Neytiri, smiling happily, hugged him tightly by the shoulders, gently kissing his broken forehead. Jake also rushed to hug his eldest son.
"We'll have a party to celebrate your return, son." He announced, moving away from Neteyam for a moment. He looked into his son's eyes, but suddenly he noticed a strange dark flame that was dancing in them.
"I want to talk to you first, father." Neteyam said, and Jake nodded and lightly patted him on the back, urging his wife and children to leave them alone.
At the moment when everyone left, Neteyam looked his father straight in the eyes and spoke as firmly as he usually spoke to everyone, but never spoke to his father.
"While I was with the humans, something happened, father". Neteyam said and Jake looked at him carefully and remained silent, encouraging his son to continue speaking. "And that changed me. Therefore, I ask you to forgive me, but I will not marry O'el."
"But what is the reason for this decision?" Jake asked, frowning deeply.
"I have a mate, father." He answered firmly, causing Jake to have a surprised expression on his face. "And I will never, you hear, never part with her."
"You scare me, Neteyam." Jake admitted honestly, to which Neteyam only looked at his father indifferently. "What happened there, son?"
"Nothing except that I have to thank Eywa for sending me to the people." With these words, Neteyam headed towards the exit of the hut, leaving only the following parting words: "Among them, I found my destiny."
After which, Neteyam left, leaving Jake wondering what exactly his son meant, and what really happened that he had changed so much.
Neteyam was in a hurry to return home. His heart pounded against his chest, as if telling him to run towards her with all his might while his tail wagged impatiently behind him. Oh Eywa, what did that girl do to him? Maybe she is a witch and she cast some kind of spell on him? No, everything was completely different, and Neteyam knew it. No matter how much he denied it, the truth remained true regardless of his beliefs - the Na'vi cannot be alone. His heart, tormented by the desire to finally surrender to his true mate, finally achieved what he wanted for so long, and therefore Neteyam longed to show and prove to her all his love every day.
As Neteyam walked toward his hut, he felt a hand on his shoulder and reluctantly turned around to meet Mo'at's eyes. The woman looked at her grandson, hugging him tightly, but when she pulled away from him, her gaze slid to the wound on his forehead, and Neteyam realized that she knew. Gently touching his skin, the Na'vi woman shook her head before asking:
"Did you find her?" Mo'at's voice was alarmed. Eywa, she knew well what kind of wound this was, although she hoped and believed that this misfortune would not affect either her children or grandchildren. "Your mate..."
Neteyam turned away from Mo'at's gaze, which hardly needed confirmation of his words. The wise woman slowly shook her head, and in her eyes he seemed to see all the pain in this world. Having taken her grandson one step back, she raised her hands to chest level and, raising them with her palms up, said:
"Oh Eywa, why did this have to happen to my family?"
Neteyam could not understand her sadness. It didn't matter what race his lover was, she was perfect the way she was, the way she was born. And what happened to him in the laboratory was not her fault, his angel herself became a victim from her own people. But now that they are gone, she is sad, and Neteyam was ready to do anything to return a smile to her beautiful, gentle lips.
"Eywa blessed me when she gave her to me as a mate." Neteyam objected, feeling the darkness filling his soul.
"And what will you do with her?" asked Mo'at, without taking her eyes off Neteyam. "She is a human, understand, my child, she belongs among her people."
Neteyam clenched his fists so tightly at Mo'at's words that the tension on his knuckles became painfully. His tail curled with anger, which he had never felt towards his beloved, wise grandmother, who was always ready to support and console him.
Now, even she turned away from him, although she knew very well that the choice of the Great Mother was an inviolable law. She sent him his mate, she chose her for him, so why should he torment his heart with the one he will never love, knowing that his little tawtute is somewhere very close, but at the same time, unbearably far away to be in his arms.
Without saying a word to his grandmother in response, Neteyam only clenched his jaw tightly and hurried away from her, feeling an unbearable tension in his back. Why, Eywa, why?! Why is she so cruel to her son that, having sent him a mate, she did everything to destroy him? How many more sacrifices will he need to make to be close to this human girl in order to declare her his wife? Neteyam takes a deep breath through his nose, feeling his soul being torn apart. No, if he has to choose, then his choice is obvious. His parents, brothers and sisters and the entire clan may not accept his choice, as long as she is with him, none of this matters in the slightest. They can always start their own family, just the two of them.
Neteyam climbed the tree towards his house while his heart beat treacherously fast in his chest. He is scared, and he hates himself for allowing himself to experience this feeling. But he is scared because he doesn’t know what to do, how to act correctly and where to run. The only thing he knew for sure was that if he had to leave the clan, he would take (Y/N) with him.
Stepping into the hut, Neteyam looked at (Y/N), who was looking ahead of her with a sightless gaze. She didn't even look at him, and Neteyam felt his ears droop, pressing tightly to his head. Why is she acting like this? As if it was his fault for what happened. Having crouched down to be at least a little equal to her height, Neteyam began to carefully approach the girl, alternately moving his arms and legs, as if creeping up. (Y/N) knows that he is here, but she has nowhere to run, and if she falls from such a height, she will not get away with a simple broken arm or leg. Neteyam comes behind her and lies down next to her, carefully hugging her waist. The girl does not react, and on the one hand, Neteyam internally rejoices - she does not try to drive him away, does not run from him in fear. But that old part of him, which is still trying to pull him towards the light, understands that the fact that his beautiful syulang is not trying to resist him is not humility and a manifestation of love, only hopelessness.
Gently, he pulls the girl towards him, laying her on her back and gently nudging her nose into her neck, fighting the overwhelming desire to kiss her. It's still early. She should at least get used to life here, next to him, and so he just gently kisses the top of her head, pulling her closer to him. (Y/N) is silent, her eyes glassy from unshed tears, but she just can’t cry and she feels weak. Just think, not so long ago she felt pity for him. Now, she is next to a monster, an animal that wants to kill and she cannot escape from him.
Neteyam gently rubs his cheek against her shoulder, purrs and softly touches her back with his lips, showing that she is safe here, next to him. He loves her so much, she must see it, but she is human, her vision clouded by strange experiences, and he must show his Muntxate that they are one.
"Nìn oe, yawne,” Neteyam whispers, but (Y/N) turns away from him, not wanting to see his face. "Oe tìyawn nga tsal pung, rutxe, lrrtok tsonta oe."
His voice begins to tremble towards the end with barely restrained tears. The fact that she turned away from him only hit his feelings harder, all he wants is for her to become the same again - tender and caring, as she was all this time with him in the laboratory, until yesterday.
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Neteyam is patient, infinitely patient, but still, even he has limits, and this limit comes at the moment when (Y/N) feels brave enough to escape from him. Eywa, of course, it was his own fault. Meeting up with his brother Lo'ak to go hunting, Neteyam could hardly think about anything other than (Y/N). Over the course of a month since he brought her to the village, day by day she became sadder and weaker. Her eyes no longer sparkled, her skin took on an unhealthy, sickly hue. Neteyam was afraid for her and tried diligently to cheer the girl up at least a little. He gave her gifts, traditional Na'vi courtship decorations, brought her food, braided her amazingly silky hair. But (Y/N) was dying before his eyes, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not find a cure. She did not suffer from a physical illness, but Neteyam did not know how to correct her spiritual condition.
However, no matter how much he wanted to leave his beloved alone, he still had responsibilities, and so, after kissing the girl goodbye, he left, tormented by the thought that his beloved tawtute was left all alone.
Lo'ak saw the strange, frightening frown on his brother's face, and truly did not understand why he had changed so much. Rumors that Neteyam had rejected O'el spread quickly and did not surprise Lo'ak at all, given that Neteyam immediately admitted that his heart did not beat for this graceful Na'vi. She must have known that Neteyam did not love her, but there was obviously still a glimmer of hope in her soul that he could eventually love her. Now that he had so cruelly rejected her, he hardly bothered to take her to a place where no one would hear him but her.
Now, during the hunt, Neteyam tracked the prey especially quickly and furiously, shooting so accurately and accurately, in the hope of quickly finishing what seemed to have ceased to bring him anything other than irritation.
Lo'ak was afraid to say anything to his older brother. This was not his Neteyam, who chuckled and teased him for his next trick, this was not the same Neteyam, who smiled widely when Took pulled his tail, convincing him to play with her. This Neteyam was completely different, and Lo'ak struggled to understand why his precious older brother changed so much.
As they landed on their banshees, Neteyam waved goodbye to his brother, but Lo'ak ran up to him, turning Neteyam by the shoulder to face him.
"Neteyam,” he said, tail between his legs. "Tell me what's happening to you? Why did you hurt O'el so much, why did you become so... different?"
Neteyam slightly raised his hairless eyebrows, looking at his brother unusually from above, after which he suddenly smiled, seriously frightening Lo'ak with such a sudden change in mood. Neteyam began to approach his brother, Lo'ak, on the contrary, began to back away. Maybe Neteyam smiled at him, but his eyes were not alive, and began to shine only at the moment when he returned to his home.
"But I haven’t changed, little brother,” placing his hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder, Neteyam slightly bowed his head, looking his brother straight in the eyes. "I'm the same as before."
"Why did you treat O'el like that?.."
Lo'ak did not have time to finish, Neteyam interrupted him with such disgust on his face, as if they were not talking about a pretty Na'vi girl, but about the ugliest disgusting creature.
"O'el is stupid if she thought I would love her." Neteyam winced; talking about this girl was unpleasant and bitter. "She considers herself a worthy match, but she is hardly worth even the nail on my Muntxate's little finger."
Lo'ak blinked in surprise, genuinely wondering when his brother managed to make Tsaheylu. Did he really find a mate when he was captured by people? No, it can’t be, the clan would have found out about the two kidnapped Na’vi. He may have done this when he returned to the village, but Lo'ak could not remember ever seeing Neteyam in the company of at least one Na'vi girl.
Neteyam did not say another word to him and left, leaving his younger brother tormented by misunderstanding and doubts. Neteyam had completely different concerns and experiences.
Neteyam prayed to Euwe. Every day he begged and wished her to make (Y/N) smile at him again. He begged her to make sure that the goddess in a human body finally saw him at least a little the same way as he saw and adored her. Oh, if only she would let him, he would worship her like a man possessed, kneeling before her, praising her and her beauty.
For a month now, Neteyam had been going crazy with lust, from which there was nowhere to escape. Her silhouette that teased him with its alluring curves became more and more desirable every day, and her sweet smell was his only oxygen.
Already approaching the tree on which his house was located, Neteyam noticed the tall figure of O'el. She ran up to him, hoping that she would see at least a hint of warmth in his infinitely beautiful eyes, but he looks at her indifferently and coldly, without a shadow of tenderness or care, and O’el, holding back tears, asks:
"Why did you reject me?" Neteyam looks at O'el, but as if his gaze is directed through her, and the girl sincerely wants to know why he is so cruel to her. She is ready to give herself to him completely and without reserve, but he does not even look at her. "Aren't I beautiful?"
Neteyam grins now, placing his hands on O'el's shoulders, from which she feels the blood rush to her cheeks, and she melts under his hands. Leaning closer to her so that she could see every freckle on his face, Neteyam says:
"You're no match for my mate, O'el."
His words break her heart, trample and destroy all hopes that he will ever belong to her, that she can finally live happily, and yet, furiously clenching her hands into fists, she demandsly asks, expecting an answer:
"Who is she, Neteyam?" O'el can no longer hold back her tears, and Neteyam hardly feels pity for her. "I want to know who she is."
“Oh,” he exhales, with such pleasure that O’el sincerely cannot understand how it happened that Neteyam was so obsessed with someone. "You will know. Everyone will know and understand why I chose her, why Eywa blessed me with her. I will repeat to you for the last time, do not stand in my way. I chose a mate and will spend my whole life with her. Leave."
O'el bites her lips, tears flow down her cheeks in a continuous stream, and the only thing she can do is turn on her heels and run away from him, with the sole thought that Neteyam will not get away with her humiliation. She will destroy what he loves just as he destroyed her.
Neteyam did not look at her for long, watching the girl leave, hoping that this time it would be forever. Weak, that's what Neteyam thought when he saw tears in O'el's eyes. So shamelessly weak that she doesn't evokes anything other than disgust. His (Y/N) is not like that. No matter how hard it is for her, she steadfastly and bravely faces danger and, clenching her fists tightly, fights against any adversity. And even now, when she was completely exhausted and sick, she still looked at him with the fire of her former fortitude, which made Neteyam feel indescribably proud. The Great Mother awarded him this girl, and there is no doubt that he will cherish her like the apple of his Eye, like the most expensive crystal in the world, like the delicate flower that she is. Climbing up a thick tree trunk, Neteyam suddenly thought that perhaps his beloved would feel better if he found and brought her friend to her? He saw how much (Y/N) cared for her that night, and maybe if he did this for her, (Y/N) would love him a little more. Climbing up the tree, Neteyam looked at the corner where there was a large amount of skins that (Y/N) was wrapped in. Slowly he approached her, and kneeling down in front of her lying figure, Neteyam said:
"I missed you terribly, yawne." Neteyam did not doubt for a second that she would understand him. (Y/N) quickly picked up his native language, although she showed him with all her appearance that she did not want to speak his speech. "I thought you might want to see your friend?"
There was no answer, but Neteyam had long been accustomed to this. (Y/N) was obstinate and cruel to him in her stubbornness, she had not spoken a word to him since he took her from the destroyed human camp. And yet, this time, Neteyam was sure that he would receive an answer and hear her gentle sweet voice, which became his most beloved and dear.
Losing patience, Neteyam grabbed the blanket of skins, yanking it towards himself to see only emptiness. She ran away. His little human girl ran away, and he himself allowed her to do so, completely unhindered. The rage he felt, however, bordered on a completely different feeling, which he would call nothing more than pride and pleasure. So smart and cunning, he got the perfect mate. But the fact that she dared to run away from him cannot go unpunished, and therefore Neteyam rushed after her.
He remembered her smell well, tried his best to soak in it on cold nights, hugging her tightly around the waist, pressing her so close to him that from the outside it could seem that they were one whole. He felt her intoxicating scent as if she were next to him at that very moment, and therefore it was useless for her to run.
Hastily skirting every bush, every vine and low-hanging branch, Neteyam finally found her trail. (Y/N) hid diligently, her size undoubtedly gave her an advantage in this hide and seek, but this in no way could save her from him. He felt her.
Smiling playfully, Neteyam suppressed the uncontrollable urge to purr from the previously celebrated victory, moving towards the girl as if he did not know that she was right there.
"Where are you hiding, ma (Y/N)?" something rustled to the left, and Neteyam’s ears immediately twitched in the direction of the noise, but he still continued to pretend that he didn’t see (Y/N) at point-blank range. "Come to me, yawne, I promise I’m not angry with you. If you come and hug me right now, I won't be offended by the way you treated me."
He clearly noticed (Y/N)'s fair skin among the green foliage, but suppressed a smile and began to circle around the place where his precious mate was hiding. (Y/N) didn’t move, her whole body froze and her breathing stopped so that he wouldn’t notice her. At first, it seemed to work, but at the moment when she was about to run to another bush, she felt his tail tightly squeezing her waist, and from the gentle “gotcha” - her whole body went cold.
Neteyam impatiently pulled her towards him with his tail, so close that she was forced to bury her face in his toned, slender belly, while his hands hastily stroked her shoulders. (Y/N) furiously hit his thighs with her fists, scratched his skin, but it seemed that he did not feel pain at all, a serene smile bloomed on his lips, and the fireproof flame of endless love danced in his eyes.
"I liked this game, Yawntutsyìp." (Y/N) desperately struggled, trying hard to push him away from her, but the only reaction to her actions was that he gently but persistently pulled her hair so that she looked at him. "But since I caught you, then I deserve a reward, right?"
Throwing the girl onto the soft grass, wet from the recent rain, Neteyam sank down to her, placing his hands on either side of her face, enclosing (Y/N) in a kind of cage of his body. The girl struggled, diligently trying to hit him or bite him, just not to let him fall towards her. Neteyam hardly reacted to her desperate attempts. Licking his lips predatorily, Neteyam looked at her like a predator looks at its prey, undressing the girl with his eyes. His fingers trembled slightly, his tail curled into the most unimaginable poses in anticipation, while his pupils dilated more and more in a strange dark ecstasy.
"I did everything so that you would be happy next to me,” Neteyam grins, revealing sharp white fangs, and (Y/N) prepares for him to gnaw her throat. She continued to try to fight, but the girl was not afraid of death. If he kills her, then perhaps she will end up with Jared again. "I tried, Eywa, I tried so hard for you to love me at least a little, but now I see that you don’t understand what I’m trying to do. You, like all humans, understand only the language of pain. And I'll give it to you, yawne, if it makes you realize how much I love you."
Neteyam was tired of her ridiculous attempts to escape. Grabbing (Y/N) by the wrists with one hand, Neteyam raised them above her head, pressing them tightly to the ground, and sharply buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. Sweet, unbearably sweet, and this smell intoxicates him, makes his instincts break free, turning him into a hungry beast. But the hunger that Neteyam experienced was completely different, unusual and vicious, such as he had never experienced before. It was lust so strong and burning that he could no longer control himself. His little tawtute is in great danger next to him now, but he is obliged to show her who her mate is, who her Muntxatan is.
All his senses and reflexes intensified, and the alluringly sweet and gentle smell of (Y/N) suddenly became tart and bitter. No, Neteyam knew her real scent, and this one did not belong to her. His whole body tensed up sharply, the unnatural smell of the girl caused an attack of nausea and for a moment paralyzed him completely. No no no no no! This couldn't happen, he would definitely find out about it! His little angel, his innocent, beautiful girl was already marked by another. Neteyam's chest rose and fell with such speed that it suddenly seemed to him that his heart was not able to withstand such a load and would now stop sending him into the cold arms of Eywa.
Grabbing her wrists tighter so that (Y/N) could feel her bones cracking, Neteyam clenched his teeth. Why did this happen? Did she have someone? Of course, such a beauty could not help but have admirers, but did he really miss the moment when someone dared to take her away from him? Not wanting to believe it, Neteyam again and again pressed his nose to her neck and chest, inhaled the smell that did not belong to her, every second becoming convinced that she had already been branded by another male.
Anger and resentment filled his heart, and Neteyam felt his ears press tightly against his head. This is not fair, not fair! She should have waited for him, he was her mate! They were destined to be together because their lives were connected even before they were born. Why didn't she wait? The stench of this human bastard was now so strong that Neeiyam could barely smell her own scent. (Y/N) looked at him, furiously kicking his thighs to bring him some pain, but if she knew how much agony he was in right now, she wouldn't need to waste her energy on these pathetic attempts. His shoulders were shaking and it was difficult for him to breathe. No, he decided. It does not matter. His little tawtute is completely innocent. This is all the fault of that txanfwìngtu, who naively decided that he could take her away from Neteyam in such a dirty way. Of course, it’s not his (Y/N) fault for what happened. And this foreign smell was not a hindrance for him. All he has to do is knock that unnatural, nasty scent out of her, and fill her with his own. Mark her as his own so that everyone, Na'vi or human, knows that she belongs only to him.
Without wasting another second, Neteyam with all his fury grabbed the girl’s neck with his fangs, pulling out a painful moan from her. He bit, sucked and kissed her skin, leaving many red marks on her neck, moving down to her chest. She was still wearing those ugly human clothes that she had worn when she ran out of the camp that fateful night. Without thinking, Neteyam tightened his fingers around the T-shirt, tearing the fabric into shreds, leaving (Y/N) completely naked.
Devils danced in his eyes as he eagerly looked at (Y/N)’s dazzling body. She was amazing, perfect. The highest being of all those walking on Pandora and Earth. Her chest, which rose and fell as she breathed deeply in fear, swayed seductively, beckoning him to touch her and feel the softness of her body. Touching her particularly thin and therefore sensitive skin on her collarbones, Neteyam bit her forcefully, leaving bright red spots on the girl’s skin that very soon began to darken.
His lips moved to her breasts, and Neteyam was delighted to feel how soft and tender her skin was, how sensitive her small but hard nipples were to his touch. Biting her breasts, leaving bruises and hickeys on them, Neteyam continued to hold (Y/N)'s wrists with one hand while his other held her thigh tightly. His thumb went a little further, persistently ran along the girl’s pubis, sliding down to her completely forbidden sacred place.
"Don't you dare touch me, Ioang." (Y/N) hisses furiously, moving her legs so that Neteyam cannot freely touch her pussy again.
Neteyam only sunk his teeth into her shoulder, enjoying the sounds that (Y/N) made. Her breasts, covered with his saliva and marks of teeth, now looked especially seductive, beckoning him to cling to her, corrupting her the way he himself would like, and Neteyam suddenly understood why (Y/N) wore these ugly, body-hiding clothes. If it weren't for all these extra pieces of fabric, Neteyam would not have hesitated to take her to the laboratory that same day, not letting her out of his hands for a second. Now, she was completely naked in front of him, and Neteyam thanked Eywa for allowing him to see this extraordinary beauty.
With a jerk, Neteyam spread (Y/N)'s legs with his free hand and eagerly lowered himself to her thighs. The smell he smelled was like the sweetest fruit, intoxicating and tantalizing. But taking another breath, Neteyam felt that musky and bitter smell, from which his fists clenched in hatred and the desire to destroy the entire human race because his beloved was defamed by him, reached unimaginable heights. With force, Neteyam sank his teeth into (Y/N)'s inner thigh, dangerously close to her tender cunt.
The desire to brand, to take, to breed her completely overwhelmed Neteyam's mind, and so, hardly thinking about what (Y/N) wanted, Neteyam grabbed the remains of her T-shirt, tying the fabric tightly around her wrists.
(Y/N) screamed and struggled under the dark and mocking gaze of the young Na'vi. His little human girl can do anything, it will be even more fun. In the end, any disobedience must be punished.
Without any effort, Neteyam turned (Y/N) over from her back onto her stomach, and lifted her up by her hips so that her head was pressed to the ground while her ass was raised up.
"You're terribly naughty, you know that, yawnee?" Neteyam purrs, running his finger in circles over (Y/N)’s plump labia. "If you had behaved well, I would have taken you the way you yourself would have wanted. But since you want to see me angry, you will. I have never refused you anything, why would I refuse you now?"
With these words, Neteyam pressed his finger on her vagina, pushing one knuckle inside. The girl let out a cry full of pain and tried to move away from his hands. Neteyam took the girl by the hair and pulled it towards himself, forcing (Y/N) to get on all fours and look at him with her head raised.
"Do you want me to hurt you?" The threat was clearly visible in his voice. (Y/N) had never seen anything like this in her life. The Na'vi's golden eyes darkened, lust filling everything. "Do you want me to tear your little human body apart with my dick? If not, then don’t you dare break out."
At his words, (Y/N) opened her eyes in panic. He is huge, three times her size. What will happen to her if he tries to insert his penis into her at least a quarter of the entire length? Neteyam seemed to notice her concern, and chuckled quietly, leaning over her hips and sticking out his tongue, running along the entire length of her cunt. (Y/N) winced. His tongue was hot and rough, so big that if he wanted, he could cover her entire pussy with it. Lowering her head back to the ground, (Y/N) felt him begin to push his tongue into her vagina, stretching and wetting her.
Neteyam closed his eyes, ecstatically grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to his face. He had never tasted such sweetness before. The fact that the Na'vi are monogamous was only beneficial. In all the twenty years of his life, Neteyam had never thought of such pleasure, but this girl, his beautiful mate, made him release all the lust stored in him, and he would give it completely and completely to (Y/N).
Pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy, Neteyam felt how tightly she was squeezing him and how she was pulsating around him. So impatient. Oh, he will definitely give her what she wants, but first, he needs to prepare her well. No matter how much she upsets him, she is still his beloved mate and he can't hurt her... too much.
Moving his tongue sharper and faster inside her, kissing and sucking her labia, Neteyam caught her every cry and moan with his ears, and closed his eyes in bliss, playing with two fingers with her small but sensitive clitoris. She moans so much from his tongue, what will happen when he gives her his dick? The girl suddenly trembled, her moans became more frequent and her vagina tightly surrendered around Neteyam’s tongue, filling his mouth with her juices.
Reluctantly, Neteyam pulled away from her now completely wet pussy, and (Y/N) nearly fell to the ground, exhausted. Licking his lips, he watched as her stretched, tight pussy pulsated helplessly around the emptiness, waiting to finally get what she really wanted. After smacking the girl's ass, Neteyam grabbed her by the hips, forcing her back onto all fours.
"Stop it,” (Y/N) muttered, still trying to recover from such a powerful orgasm.
Her hands were shaking, and her pussy, which had previously seemed hardly capable of taking another round, was now continuously leaking juices, like a bitch in heat, hoping to finally be used. And yet, only her body demanded this, while her mind tried its best to resist this excitement. Awkwardly, she tried to crawl away from Neteyam, but in response to this, she received another slap on the ass, from the force of which she fell head first onto her bound hands.
Disoriented, (Y/N) stretched her arms out in front of her, hoping to get up as Neteyam spread her legs wider. His tail curled around one of her left legs, its tip tickling her pubis pleasantly. With his index finger, he pretended to gently stroke her vagina, causing a hundred goosebumps on the girl’s skin, and only after that, he inserted his finger into her. (Y/N)'s mouth curved into an "o" shape, her back arched so that for a moment she thought she would break.
Pleased with this reaction, Neteyam inserted another finger into her and now began to move, drawing moan after moan from her, chuckling at how lustful his little (Y/N) really was. Without stopping, Neteyam pulled off his loincloth, which was already completely wet from his own arousal. Neteyam suppressed a groan. His penis, finally freed from the loosely constraining tissue, was painfully hard, trembling slightly and leaking precum. Biting his lip impatiently, Neteyam placed his dick on (Y/N)’s back and whispered in her ear:
"Do you feel it, sevin?" moving his fingers faster and faster, Neteyam carefully bit the cartilage of her ear and lightly rubbed his member against the skin of (Y/N)’s back. "Very soon, I will be inside of you."
Feeling his hot and terrifyingly large penis, which was the size of her entire back, (Y/N) felt a surge of suffocating fear. No, he can't do that! If he enters it, he will tear it in half.
Neteyam, not paying attention to her anxiety, inserted a third finger into her, and now, stretched her completely, while he lazily moved his hips, sliding his dick along her back, imagining how velvety wet and hot her pussy would be when it squeezed tightly around him. From these fantasies, Neteyam was completely lost. Moans began to burst from his chest, the desire to finally demand her became uncontrollable, and the thought that he could harm her without his own desire and knowledge faded into the background. Pushing his fingers into her to the limit, Neteyam again felt the already familiar moisture on the skin, and taking them out of (Y/N), he again pulled the girl towards him so that she could see his face before he finally takes her and makes her his.
"You are so sweet, Yawntutsyìp." Neteyam grinned, licking his fingers covered with (Y/N)’s juices. "When I return you to the village, I will take you with my mouth every day. But now, I'm sure you want to verify the veracity of my words, don't you, syulang."
With these words, Neteyam ran a finger, still covered in (Y/N)'s arousal, over her own lips, watching as the girl reluctantly circled his skin with her tongue. So charming, so beautiful and only his. Perhaps now she is obstinate and proud, but this is only for now. Very soon she will become his obedient girl, ready to spread her legs for him just at the sight of him. He will definitely tame her, but for now, he must rid her of this smell that still rests on her skin.
Taking (Y/N) by the throat, Neteyam ran his tongue along her shoulder. His tail curled tighter around her leg, not wanting to let go of her even for a second.
"Do you want to feel it, yawne?" (Y/N) trembles from his words, feeling how Neteyam presses the hot head, wet with excitement, against her pussy. "Do you feel how hard it is? It's all because of you, my little mate."
Neteyam inhales deeply through his nose, and finally smells her sweet aroma of arousal and lust. Oh Eywa, how he now wants to turn her around and kiss her until they both lose consciousness. But she was a bad, naughty girl and therefore did not deserve any kisses. Pressing the head of his penis against her pussy, Neteyam feels her wetness and sharply pushes a quarter of his length into her. (Y/N) screams, convulsing as her wet cunt releases more and more juices. After waiting a short time, Neteyam pushes into her again, catching for now the quiet squelching sound of her vagina. (Y/N) moans, her breasts pressed firmly into the grass, tickling her hard nipples as Neteyam lets her get used to his size. He could already feel how tightly (Y/N)’s tiny cunt was gripping him, and he needed more. Much more than what he had now.
Pushing into her tight pussy, despite how much he stretched it, Neteyam felt an influx of pleasure that he wanted to experience constantly. (Y/N) moaned randomly, and these sounds were mixed with the slap of skin on skin, with the depraved squelching of her pussy, which so willingly accepted his penis into itself, grasping it so tightly that it is unlikely that he would want to voluntarily leave her. His hands roamed over her body, grasping at every opportunity to touch her while the girl screamed something unintelligible. Suddenly, Neteyam felt a tubercle on her stomach, and lightly pressing on it, he groaned with delight.
Grinning, he took (Y/N) by the hands, pressing her sweaty palms to the mound on her stomach, he continued to move inside her, whispering:
"Can you feel it, yawne?" Moving the girl’s hands along the bulge on her stomach, Neteyam pushed especially deeply, causing both of them to groan, full of unearthly pleasure. "Do you feel how deep I am inside you? You're so wet for me, you take your muntxatan's cock so well. Such a good girl for me. I have to commend you for this."
(Y/N) moans non-stop and feels humiliated to the moon and back. The way her pussy eagerly took his cock as if she was starving for it was disgusting and wrong. But she couldn’t escape, and it was useless to fight him. Her arousal flowed in a continuous stream along her thighs, only further encouraging Neteyam to fuck her tirelessly and mindlessly.
"I think I know how to praise you, sevin,” (Y/N) feels uneasy from his whisper. His words sound almost harmless and innocent, but the way he strokes her belly inspires her with fair suspicions, which are confirmed when he bites her shoulder and says: “You’re so charming, filled with my dick like that. You will look so beautiful as I cum inside you over and over again, filling you with my seed until you and I have a baby."
Everything at this moment turns upside down, and (Y/N) begins to struggle from his hands with renewed vigor, while Neteyam’s thrusts in her only accelerate. Moans and screams filled the forest, and the girl is sure that everyone on this damned planet can hear them, especially when Neteyam enters her to the very core, filling her abused pussy with his dick. Her inner walls tighten at his words, not in arousal but in fear, but Neteyam takes this as a call to action, starting to thrust into her with incredible speed and force, again and again, until his thrusts become completely erratic and harsh, and he cums so deep inside her that (Y/N) thinks she’s going to faint.
Neteyam, sniffing (Y/N)’s body, purrs contentedly, and begins to gradually come to his senses. His little (Y/N) is shaking from her third orgasm, and for the first time, truly tenderly in all that time of animal mating, he presses her to him, still not pulling his dick out of her. (Y/N) whines quietly, but Neteyam tenderly kisses her skin, every scratch, every bite and hickey he left on her in a fit of this inhuman passion. Neteyam feels his sperm dripping onto his thighs as it flows out of (Y/N)’s vagina, and he hurries to collect it and push it back, not wanting her to lose even a drop. Lovingly stroking (Y/N)'s belly, Neteyam purrs like a satisfied, well-fed cat, continues to slowly thrust into the girl, pushing his sperm deeper into her womb, and presses closer to (Y/N), kissing the top of her head.
"Our baby will be so beautiful, yawne." His voice is full of pure adoration, and when (Y/N) tries to say something, he continues: “He will be the most beautiful creature in the entire universe, because his mother will be you, syulang. And I can't wait to see him and show everyone that you both belong to me."
Summary: "You know," - said the girl, not taking her eyes off the TV screen. "You look a lot like a red panda". "What? Why is this?"
She just chuckled, finally turning to face him. Joey froze. So close, she had never been to him. "You're just as small and impossibly pretty."
Word Count: 1637
a/n: An alternative story of the life of a drummer who won the hearts of millions of people around the world.
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Part one: Bad Luck = Luck
a/n: the image does not belong to me, was found in the publick domain on the internet.
People are bastards. It is not possible to say otherwise. Someone more, someone less, everyone is the same - each of them is a bastard. Or so it might seem at first glance.
Winter has just begun in Des Moines. Winter holidays were supposed to come up any day, but before that it was necessary to go through hard school days. The class bell was about to ring, signaling to the students that it was time to get back to class. However, the hallway was still noisy and crowded.
While trying to make his way to his locker, Joey caught a glimpse of Jake and his goofy friends out of the corner of his eye. Huge cabinets like thugs-football players, always mocked those who were weaker or smaller. Not that this day should be an exception.
Quickly opening the locker, he began to take out his textbooks, hoping to leave before Jake noticed him, however, luck was clearly not on his side today.
"Look at this," Jake chuckled, and his friends chuckled in anticipation of the performance. "Since when are freaks allowed to just walk the hallways like that?"
"You tell me, Jake." He didn't like this answer. The football player grinned evilly, rushed to him.
Joey didn't smile at the thought of spending the whole holiday with a battered face, but it was still better than not answering the asshole at all. Closing his eyes, he was already preparing for the blow, but it did not follow a second later, or after. Opening his eyes in disbelief, he was barely prepared to believe them.
Jake was pinned against the locker looking frightened as (…) stood next to him. She was tall. Definitely taller than Joey. Her indifferent gaze slid over Jake, and her hand just squeezed his wrist.
"Tell me King," she said simply, biting into the apple she held in her other hand. - "Do you know what happens to an apple if you squeeze it hard?"
Her bored expression didn't change one iota, but Jake's face was pitiful to look at. He grimaced like a baby, and a loud exclamation escaped his throat.
Reluctantly letting go of Jake's hand, the girl leaned over to him and, putting a half-eaten apple in his mouth, as is usually done with a roast pig, said:
"Next time, pick your opponent according to your height, King."
With that, she walked over to her own locker while Jake and his friends ran as fast as they could. There was deathly silence in the corridor. Rolling her eyes in irritation, (…) said:
"Well, what are you staring at? The show is over."
Everyone instantly returned to their business, although they continued to glance at her out of the corner of their eyes.
The girl sighed tiredly, pulled out the guitar case from the locker and throwing it over her shoulder, headed towards the exit from the school.
Joey barely had time to think about what to do next. He might regret it in the future, and most likely soon, but he couldn't help but thank her for it.
"W-wait!" he exclaimed, to which (…) snorted without even stopping.
"What."
"I just want to say thank you." Clumsily tugging at the edges of his jacket, Joey did his best to look taller than he really was. He didn't do it well. To be completely honest, he didn't succeed at all. The girl just looked at him indifferently from top to bottom, after which she said irritably.
"I didn't do it for you." Her voice was calm, but her eyes betrayed all her well-concealed anger. "This moron blocked my access to my guitar with his ass."
Then, she turned around and walked out the door.
Not that he expected anything else. Everyone at school knew about her character, but still, Joey could not help but feel the heat on his cheeks, and a strange warmth spreading in his chest right at the heart. Even though she was rude in her response to his gratitude, he couldn't help but think that she was beautiful. Maybe not the most beautiful of all the girls on earth, but one of them for sure. But what is more important is that of all the people, it was she who stood up for him, and perhaps this day was not as unlucky as he had originally imagined.
The next day was boring. Lessons dragged on one after another, but one could comfort oneself at least by the fact that the holidays would begin tomorrow. Jake didn't bother him today, but (…) was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she decided to play hooky, or maybe she got sick. Not that it concerned him. But for some reason, the last two days, he could only think about her.
When the bell rang from the last lesson, everyone hurried out of the classroom. Joey was slowly putting things into his bag. There was no reason to rush anyway. Walking down the empty corridor, he looked out the window. It's already dark. There were not many students left at the school, and then only those who were going to pursue their own interests. Passing by the gym, he suddenly heard music that came from the ajar door.
Thinking that someone had not turned off the speakers, he decided to look inside. The gym was dark, with only a few lights on. (…) walked around the hall with a guitar, playing something incredibly loud. Standing next to her was a guy Joey only saw occasionally. He also played guitar, but bass. There were two other people with them, a boy and a girl. She played the synthesizer, the guy had a microphone in his hands.
"No!" exclaimed the guy with the bass guitar. "It's not that!"
"What's the matter Alex?" the other guy asked, tossing the microphone from hand to hand.
"What's the matter?" he asked, placing the guitar on the floor with a loud thud. "Wake up Bill, we don't have a damn thing to do."
"In my opinion, (…)'s solo turned out to be cool." - Said the girl behind the synthesizer.
“It's not about the solo,” Alex said, wearily rubbing the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. - And not about the song. In case you haven't noticed, we don't have enough members.
Bill shrugged casually.
Max will be back. It's none of his fault after all that he broke his arm.
Alex just shook his head.
"Yeah of course." He chuckled as he kicked the guitar case away from him. "And we will probably glue the drummer out of light bulbs."
The girl behind the synthesizer put her fist to her lips and laughed softly.
"You should have spoken more quietly," (…) finally said, pointing her finger at the door. We already have listeners.
Bill and Alex immediately looked at the door. Confused, Joey stepped back slightly, jerking the doorknob so it opened even more.
"That's what I'm talking about." (…) just said while tuning the sixth string of her guitar.
Joey silently looked at the guys, began to step back. None of them looked friendly, but (…) who silently looked at him, looked like she was going to burn a hole in him with just one look
"I," he said, tightening his fingers on the strap of his bag. - I'm leaving guys. Sorry."
"Stand." Alex said, coming closer to him.
Not knowing what to do, Joey froze, watching as the guy, almost three heads taller than him, slowly walked towards him.
As he circled Joey like a shark circling his prey, Alex scratched his chin.
"Tell me," he said with a chuckle, crouching down in front of Joey. Have you ever played drums?
"Yeah," Joey said uncertainly, not quite sure if it was a prank.
"Come on, let's go." Exclaimed Alex, grabbing his hand.
Pushing Joey over to the drum set, Alex handed him the score.
"Play it."
"God, Alex, we're wasting time." Bill said irritably, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Shut up Bill, be so kind." Alex smiled. - Come on kid, play it. Who knows. Maybe something will come of you.
It was new. For as long as he could remember, he had no friends at school, he was used to being alone. But these guys did not look at him as an alien creature. And it was amazing.
"Well, what are you hanging on?" Bill asked, to which the pianist girl smiled kindly.
(…), thank God, did not react to this in any way, she simply lay down on the floor, resting her head in her hands.
A second, two, he starts to play. He used to play a lot at home before, but no, it wasn't like that. Each blow, each knock seemed quite special. The verse is played, the chorus begins. On the chorus, he hears a guitar. (…) entered so deftly, as if she had been preparing for this all her life. Behind her, Alex began to play. The girl behind the synthesizer began to play along and by the next verse, Bill began to sing. Everything was as it should be.
When the song ended, Joey wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand and looked at (…) that was still lying on the floor. She tapped the rhythm of the song with her foot, her eyes closed.
"Well," said Bill thoughtfully.
"Rehearsal tomorrow at six," said (…), rising from the floor. - Do not be late.
Alex chuckled, giving Joey a hard but friendly slap on the shoulder.
"Welcome to hell, kid."
But it wasn't hell at all. In fact, everything was exactly the opposite. It was heaven. A real heaven on earth, just very small. Only for six people, to be exact.
Danny Jhonson kidnaps the reader, she begins to have Stockholm for him and after a month he sets her free since he hates her, she goes to a new city and makes her married life and he realizes it💔💔
Hi, thanks for the request! I want you to know that as soon as I received your request, I started writing on it. I will post this story soon (maybe even tonight!)🥰
Summary: Stuck in the seaside town Ocean, a young girl must face unimaginable horrors.
Author's note: I owe everything to H. P Lovecraft for the creation of this universe, however, most of the characters in this universe were invented by me personally, although I admit that I am fascinated by Lovecraft's monsters...
This is the first story in the entire vast universe of deep sea monsters.
«Our familiar quiet world was changing before our eyes. The call of the elements sowed primal fear in people's hearts. The only thing that came down to one thing - as the beginning of all beginnings, was the sea. It and nothing else. So it was and so it will be, but for now, let the waves make noise and wash the sand with water. I'll be here for eternity...»
Chapter One: Ocean
This story originates in the town that then, in the autumn of 1903, was called Ocean. A small, unkempt town, not listed on any map of the precious homeland of England, if memory serves me right, was now completely in ruins. Little is left but the crumbling bricks of old Ocean, although it's not like the people who lived near such a remote town objected. To this day, rumors circulate about what dark, wicked deeds were going on in it. Ocean, with a population of four hundred, maybe as many as five hundred people, was shrouded in thick, impenetrable fog. And no, this fog was not the fog habitual for respectable Englishmen, who every morning went out to the park for a walk with friends, or to take the dog out. There was something different in this fog, ominous, and as if otherworldly. The people in Ocean, shunned strangers, were hostile not only to visitors, but even to each other. The town itself was founded in 1822 or, quite rudely, 1825. Then, oh, then it was more crowded than ever. Ocean was famous for its fabric, the silks that were woven at the local factory seemed to be pure, by God I don’t lie, gold.
There were also jewelers there, the equal of whom I have not met in all of Britain. There was also a port near Ocean where they caught, butchered and then sold the fish. This serenity lasted for about fifty, maybe sixty years at the most. The fog I so involuntarily mentioned began to thicken. It settled, and the closer to the ground, the thicker and darker it became. In it every now and then one could see bright lights that flickered like fireflies, and seemed to be luring somewhere far away.
In that suddenly hungry year of 1883, the wife of Ocean's founder, Ingrid Gibson, nee Smith, fell ill. Old Jack, and God forgive me for speaking ill of a dead man, was one hell of a thing. Ingrid was also a good mother, despite the fact that she was her for a very short time. Shortly before her illness, Ingrid gave birth to a baby so ugly that one would think that even the angels cried out of pity for the poor woman. The boy, named Charlie after his grandfather and Jack after his father, looked so much like the old Gibson that no one was surprised at his ugliness. Ingrid was not shy about her son, she breastfed him, raised him herself, despite the fact that there were a dozen servants in the Gibson house. The boy's skin was wrinkled, as if senile, and his eyes were so bulging that it was terrible to think how they could even be closed. There were either no eyelids on these eyes, or they were so covered by huge eyes of an indefinable color. I kept wondering how it was that a beautiful woman like Ingrid could marry a man of such bad temper as Jack Gibson. There was something so confusing about it, and even now that I know the truth, I find it hard to believe it, no matter how hard I try. Ingrid raised her son herself, Jack, in his usual dirty manner, refused to help in raising the child, saying that it was a woman's job.
The child grew quickly, although he was premature, he turned out to be healthy and strong. He drank mother's milk willingly, and Ingrid raised her son as best she could, without the participation of old Gibson. She raised Charlie until her death in 1884. Her face was covered with scabs and ichor. The veins on my neck and arms bulged, pulsing with an unusual, eerie black-gray color. That day, a storm raged outside the window. The Gibson house, large and, despite being shabby, majestic, stood high on a hill, set back from Ocean's main buildings, houses, and factories. Old Jack was ninety-five in that unfortunate year.
Ingrid did not live past her thirty-two, four days. One might have thought that the unfortunate woman had fallen victim to leprosy, but her son arrived in perfect health, and from that, it became even darker in my soul. Time dragged on, without Ingrid, the gloomy Ocean became, as it were, the capital of all the evil that is on earth. As if, when the only ray of light left this town, everything that was in it broke out from the depths of human souls, out.
In the winter, however, of that ill-fated year in which poor Ingrid died, the end of Ocean began, and the truth was that the end was not quick.
No one knows how the closure of Ocean Port happened, but it was the impetus for the economic disaster of the town. The fish that always lived in those haunted places disappeared, left, although it was rumored that it was as if the fish had been taken away like rats by a certain Hamelin rat-catcher. The fishermen, who in Ocean were reputed to have a boldness not peculiar even to hunters, talked about strange, as if from another world, lights in the thickening fog. From the depths came a strange, as if female call, not like a cry for help, not like a song.
Gurgling and quiet, but so surprisingly felt not by the ears, but by the whole being, this voice penetrated the skin, burrowed into the veins, and seemed to infect the hot male blood, left writhing in delirium on a rusty boat. It was like that until the last fisherman still able to fish left Ocean. The wooden sign that so famously proclaimed "Ocean Port" is now worm-bitten, rotten and barely supported by the heavy beams. Captain Kingsley's ship, the same year, was wrecked when he and his crew were heading to Ocean Port in order to bring medicines to local doctors.
If only I were wrong, but those few unfortunate survivors of that fateful evening, being in straitjackets in the Bedlam mental hospital, told how something so terrifying in its nature, unimaginably huge and inhumanly cruel, appeared from the depths of dark water. In their delirium, the sailors spoke of angry yellow eyes, and scaly paws with claws no smaller than the mast of the sunken Walrus. Poor fellows. Whatever it was, what they saw drove them crazy.
Shortly after the news of the sunken "Walrus" seemed to have spread like a wind through the nearest to Ocean towns, and after that the gossip that reached London itself stirred up a new wave of fear. Now no one wanted to get to the small mist-shrouded town either by water or by a bumpy road. In the darkness, a quiet female call began to be heard more often, beckoning somewhere to the water. The townspeople, however, suddenly disappeared fish and the sunken ship did not frighten as much as the behavior of the old Gibson alerted and horrified.
The old man, finally out of his mind, locked himself in the Gibson House, from which screams could be heard. The voice was young, and apart from old Jack and his son Charlie, there were no other men in the house. The screams were fleeting, followed by only silent pleas, but few had the courage to approach the mansion that was falling apart, like its owner. The east wing of the Gibson House had already collapsed, claiming the lives of several onlookers along with the crumbling bricks. Only now, many years later, I found out what Charlie's silent pleas were, and from that my heart still bleeds. In the meantime, 1903, the year of the new century, was approaching. Ocean, long dilapidated and abandoned, whose population now numbered two or three hundred people, and even those were only cripples, thieves and crooks, unable to provide for their lives anywhere else. Gibson Sr. at that time was already one hundred and fourteen years old, and the people who lived in the city sincerely wanted to know how the old man still manages to stay in this world, but they were so afraid of him that they decided once again not to approach the Gibson estates, bypassed the mansion side...
Putting aside a long and extremely interesting, albeit somewhat drawn-out article, the girl looked out the window. The empty bus rocked from side to side on bumpy roads, trees rushed past the window. It was already late at night, but Ocean was still far away. She yawned, her hands gripping the fabric of her jacket tighter. The bus driver is a sinister type, smoking a cigarette between his rotten teeth. With strangely shaped hands, he turned the steering wheel, and periodically scratched his thin red beard. (…) closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against the misted window. It was cold, it was raining heavily outside.
They drove for a long time, already for several hours, but there were no people except her on the bus, and there were not many people at the bus stops, and even they looked askance at the approaching bus. But barely closing his eyes to take a nap, the driver stopped the bus and announced in a hoarse voice:
- Last stop!
Silently getting up from her seat, (...) went to the open doors of the bus, but before leaving, she asked:
- Excuse me, sir, - she looked around, examining the area covered in thick fog, - Is there a hotel in this city?
- There is one, - the driver croaked, scratching his thin beard. - "Shark mouth", if my memory serves me right.
- Thank you sir, - thanked the girl, and got off the bus into the street. It was raining, but despite this, the fog was thick and impenetrable. Sighing heavily and adjusting her backpack on her shoulder, (...) headed for the city that was not marked on the maps. There were signs nailed to the old knotted trees, judging by which, Ocean was not far to go. Turning left, she went straight down the dirt path, the pebbles bouncing off the soles of her boots, crunching.
Finally, the tops of the roofs of the houses appeared. Accelerating, (...) began to look around in search of the very hotel that the driver had told her about. Among the dilapidated and rotten houses, she noticed people walking along the street with a heavy tread, the appearance of which was so unpleasant that she hastened to look away. They were clumsy in their movements, with sagging skin especially from the cheeks. Their fingers were long and knotty, and something told her that despite that, they were also prehensile and dexterous. They suddenly stopped, as if on someone's command, staring at her with truly toad eyes, following her every movement. Swallowing (...) pretended not to pay attention to it, but even when she noticed a wooden sign with a carved shark, she felt a chill run down her back. The owner was nowhere to be found, the hotel counter was empty, there were no people in the room. Everything was covered in dust and smelled wildly of mold. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, which was quite useless since there was no cellular connection in Ocean, the girl quickly took a few pictures. Everything in the room creaked and cracked, in the corner next to the mouse hole in the wall, a dead rat was lying, crushed by the metal rods of the mousetrap. Nearby, lay a piece of rotting cheese. There was a large, dusty, probably out of tune piano against the wall. Coming closer, the girl opened the lid, ran her fingers over the keys. The E-flat of the second octave, as expected, was out of tune, C-sharp of the fifth octave and did not sound at all. Clutching two C-sharps with her left hand, with the second she began to smoothly sort through the keys, playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata in the silence of the hotel. The music was calm and soothing. Outside, the downpour continued to rage.
- Not bad, considering that no one has played this instrument for a long time. - Gently tearing her fingers away from the keys, (...) turned to the voice. A young man was standing next to her. He was not much older than her, tall and surprisingly handsome, even though there was not a single hair on his head. Ice-blue eyes, enchantingly mesmerizing, although in the left eye the pupil was very constricted and resembled a tiny bead in contrast to the right. In the right eye, the pupil was unnaturally dilated.
- Sorry. – (…) awkwardly shifted from foot to foot, while the young man laughed sonorously. He playfully tapped with the tips of his snow-white, slightly bluish fingers on the out-of-tune E-flat key. The sound came out sharp and unpleasant. The girl barely restrained herself from grimacing. The young man, however, noticing this, smiled, revealing two rows of white, even teeth.
- Not the best sound, right? - He chuckled and sat down on a stool in front of the piano. His fingers began to flutter smoothly over the piano keyboard, and although he tried to ignore the broken keys in his playing, the music was still somehow fussy and disturbing. - That's better, isn't it?
(…) nodded, though she wasn't sure it was a question. Footsteps sounded behind, a gray-haired and obese man, with the same saggy skin as those of the men and women whom she met on the street, went behind the counter.
- Joe, - the young man turned to him, not looking up for a second from playing the piano, - Please, put our guest in the best room. - The man only nodded curtly, threw the keys on the counter, and then left again. The young man has now turned again to (…): - We don't often have guests, but those who come always bring video cameras and a lot of noise with them. You are not one of them, right?
- No, - the girl answered, pushing the phone deeper into her jacket pocket. - I just wanted to visit one of the quietest places in England. I hope I didn't disturb anyone.
The young man suddenly lowered his head sharply, struck the keys loudly with his fingers, causing such a sharp cacophonous sound, from which it seemed that even the paintings covered with age-old dust staggered on the walls. He turned to her, and his face lit up with a smile.
- Not at all. - He rose to his feet, towering over her, like Goliath over David, and from this, the girl became uncomfortable. - You rarely see new faces in Ocean, but each time, they are more interesting than the previous ones. Joe left the keys on the counter. I think you're very tired from the road, miss...
- (...), - the girl introduced herself, holding out her hand for a handshake. The young man took her hand in his, briefly stroking the back of her hand with his forefinger, after which he leaned over and kissed her hand.
- Welcome to the Ocean dear miss (...). We always welcome guests...
Ok, this chapter was very short, but the next one (I promise) will be longer. I've finally brought Danny into the story, and now you're in for some epic "fun"!
I just want to advise you to read this story to the song of my favorite band "Rammstein - Klavier". It is very good as a musical accompaniment, believe me.
Chapter Two: Call
No... No. NO! It couldn't be, it just couldn't be. Right, it was just someone's stupid joke, nothing more. How else to explain what is happening now? Y/N felt her breathing quicken, and her heart in her chest was beating so fast and booming that she was afraid that the intruder would hear this knock. There was a silence, so tense that it made the hair on her arms electrify. From the phone came the sound of breathing - heavy and restless.
- Why are you silent sweet? - in the end he asked and made the girl shudder. - Did I offend you in some way?
- It can't be you. - Coldly she interrupted him, which caused hysterical laughter from the one who spoke to her.
- But it's me, honey, me. - He announced, and this made the soul so disgusting that the girl suddenly wanted to wash. - Why are you so upset? Don't you want to see me? Then why did you get me out of that box? There were so many things, but you chose me. Why? You yourself know why. Because all your childhood you dreamed that I would be with you, be alive. I was good, wasn't I? I kept all your secrets - when you skipped school, when you first started your period. I knew all this, and I still remember. But you forgot about me. Are you a good friend after that? I was so lonely without you. I missed you so much, and when you took me out of that old box, I felt so happy! You made me so happy! The way you stroked my head, the way you looked at me, as if I was the most important thing that you have ... I always felt so good with you. And then, you just left me. Threw it almost in the trash! Why? For what? It hurted me. YOU hurted me.
The girl listened in silence, and with every second she was more and more convinced that she was not herself. She drank more than one glass of champagne yesterday, and now her own brain is deceiving her, distorting reality. What is happening is not real. This is her sick invention. Stepping back, she felt the cold refrigerator door on her back. A soft, plaintive sob escaped from her mouth.
- Enough! - Finding the strength to say it without hesitation, Y/N grabbed a kitchen hammer from the stand, preparing herself if she had to fight back. - Now, this has crossed all boundaries. Come out. Come out now!
There was a sad laugh. The anguish in his tone was obvious, he didn't even try to hide it.
- Here you see? Even now, you want to play with me and then get rid of me. Now it's not just hiding in a box.
"You're right," - she thought, looking around. "I'll blow your brains out if I get the chance."
- But I can get ahead of you, - he said suddenly, and goosebumps ran down the girl’s back. - I could play with you and then get rid of you. But will I do it? Of course not! You were and always will be my favorite owner. You just need to remember how much fun we had together, and I will gladly remind you.
From his words, the girl felt how all the blood at once cooled in the veins, and hot breath scorched her ear from the back.
This portrait is not yet ready, and for the first time I tried to draw with colored pencils without preliminary sketch ...
Plus, I decided to play with the colors. I personally like the black and white version more, although Alice said that the color version is more interesting. Do not even know...
The color version is the original, black and white is just an effect added on the phone, although I think you already understood it
Ok, I don’t even want to say how stupid this idea is, but I’ve already decided, so here it is. Fanarts will now appear on this page much more frequently. I will exhibit my drawings and those of my best friend Alice (if she is not too lazy to send them to me). If you have a desire, then throw me an idea of what to draw because I do not have enough imagination to come up with something on my own, hmm.
Ok, I'm a little shocked. Past work scored eighteen notes! (This is exactly eighteen more than I even hoped), and therefore, here's the next part. I still hope you like it, as always if there are mistakes (and to my shame there are a lot of them) please report them!
Summary:
He was funny, a little scary, but still your favorite toy. A cute little man in a black cloak, with a ghost mask on a doll’s face. You adored him. You played with him all your childhood, but when you grew up … well, every, even the most magical childhood comes to an end. The end has come for Danny too. But, in a moment of loneliness, you wished a friend for Christmas. And it had to happen that your ridiculous wish would come true. You got a friend. And from this friendship, you have nowhere to go…
Chapter 1: "Danny"
It was unbearably stuffy under the thick duvet. Behind the wall, the neighbors, who should have been sleeping, have been celebrating Christmas since yesterday. Y/N covered her head with a pillow. A little more, and she will go crazy. Getting out of bed, she stood with bare feet on the cold floor and headed for the kitchen. The slaps of her bare feet on the floor were not a pleasant accompaniment, but she did not bend over to look for slippers thrown far under the bed. Y/N wondered how much did she drink yesterday? It seemed that she drank only one glass of champagne, but now she began to think that she had drunk all the alcohol that she and her neighbor had at home at once. Jessica will not be back soon from her boyfriend, with whom they celebrated the holiday vigorously last night. Y/N just rolled her eyes. Not much yet, she thought, and Jess had definitely picked up some sore from another "buddy." My head was spinning, it was cold and deep in my chest, there was a distinct feeling that someone was in the house. The chair that she had left standing a little way off the table yesterday now stood right next to it, and the bottle of champagne left on the table miraculously moved back to the refrigerator. There was a note on the refrigerator door, with a heart-shaped magnet clamped on it:
«Good morning, my love...»
Frowning, the girl went to her neighbor's room. With a jerk opening the door to the neighbor's room, the girl looked around. Jessica was not at home, the keys, which she usually put on the nightstand after returning home, were also missing. Now, Y/N thought it would be nice to change the locks. All this - could be a harmless prank, in any case, any stupid main character from a horror movie would say so. Y/N, however, did not consider herself to be such. Returning to her room, she suddenly thought - what if she has someone in her room? What if yes? Where would she run then? Jump out the window? This will be considered suicide, this is the third floor, and most likely, even if she does not die, she will break herself something for sure. Biting her lip, she returned to the kitchen, taking her phone with her, and began typing a message.
To: World's Dumbest Neighbor
From: Y/N
Jess, I need you to get home urgently. Please! It seems to me that we have someone here, and I don't want to admit it, but I'm fucking scared! Please, I really need you to come.
The fact that she sent the message didn't make Y/N feel safer. Deciding that the best thing she can do is to leave the house as soon as possible, and not to appear here until Jessica returns, the girl took the knife from the kitchen stand, silently praying that there would be no need to even pick it up. Taking out jeans and a warm sweater from the closet, the girl began to dress quickly. An image of "Danny" which she had left on the kitchen floor yesterday, and which was no longer there either, suddenly surfaced in her head. If this is some kind of toy thief, then he is clearly an idiot. Who needs an old figurine? Awkwardly adjusting her sweater, Y/N swung hard, headed for the front door. The phone vibrated in her back pocket, startling her. In the deathly silence of the apartment, it seemed to her that a whole army was operating behind her.
One missed message:
World's Dumbest Neighbor: If you have nothing to do, try to find yourself a boyfriend, ok? I'm busy right now, but if the one who "burst" into your apartment is cute, I want you to have some fun.
- Damn! - exclaimed the girl, angrily rereading the lines sent by Jessica over and over again. Is she drunk? Of course this bitch is dead drunk! Does she think that her neighbor might be killed? Of course no.
Pulling the front door handle sharply, Y/N froze - locked. Cold sweat streaked down her face. If earlier, she could attribute a lot to her paranoia, now she wanted to scream. Returning to the kitchen, the girl grabbed the first glass she came across (only later realizing that it belonged to Jess), poured cold water from the tap. After draining it in three large gulps, she set the glass down on the table with a groan. Her gaze darted to the refrigerator, and now her heart began to pound somewhere in throat. The hairs on the back of her head stood on end.
«I missed you so much...»
With a jerk tore off the note, the girl, not recognizing her own voice, shouted:
- Who are you? I'm sick of your games! Come out, bastard!
The phone in her back pocket vibrated again. With shaking hands, she took it out of her pocket, answered the call:
- Jess! Thank God I ... - The relief in her voice was short-lived. A male, completely unfamiliar but apparently young voice replied instead of the expected « Hey, you just watched too many horror films for the night, girl! Go have a Coca-Cola and calm down! » :
- Why don't you want to play? - Y/N could only be silent and breathe heavily, covering her mouth with her palm. There was no doubt that he was here. He was definitely here. - I thought you got me for this. Why do you want me to leave now? Have you got better friends? Is that Jessica? But she's not your friend at all. She does not know how to listen, cannot sympathize with you or make you laugh when you feel bad. She doesn't know how to keep secrets because her tongue is longer than any "one-time" boyfriend's cock. And also, she knows no boundaries - I would not fucked with someone on your bed!
From these details, Y/N went nauseous. She herself knew that Jessica was not the best neighbor, but what this one said ... whoever he was, was disgusting.
- You are disgusting to me. - She hissed, intending to hang up and call the police.
- Oh, but you said the opposite before. You said I was your best friend. Your beloved friend. What has changed? Don't you like me anymore?
- Who are you anyway ... - An unimaginable thought hit her no worse than a heavy hammer. From this idea, she wanted to laugh until her cheeks hurt and her stomach collapsed, but now, she didn't want to laugh. Y / N was scary as hell right now. Hands shaking with fear, she brought the phone close to her ear, with her lips alone, in the hope that he would not hear whispered: - Danny?..
Author note: Yeah, that's something weird, I know. The second part will be soon, and then meet our beloved Danny!
