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Looking for Avatar moots!!

Hi, my name’s Clo and I’m looking to make friends with people in the Avatar fandom :) 

I’ve decided to create a new blog on here to purely focus on the world of Pandora etc, I’ve began writing fanfics that I’ll start posting soon (most will be OC or Reader inserts and eventually I’ll start taking requests). 

This will be my first time writing for the Avatar universe and I’m so excited!!

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Herwí Syulang: Prologue

Neteyam Sully X Fem Na’vi!OC

Word Count: 0.65K

Summary: Quaritch is back… 5 years after the battle between the Sky People and the Sully Family alongside the Metikayina Clan, the exact battle where Neteyam was almost taken by Eywa. Seeking revenge yet again on Jake Sully, Quaritch massacres an entire Na’vi Clan in the Snow Mountains of Pandora - sparing one young Na’vi girl’s life to send the great Toruk Makto a message.

Warnings: Mentions of Weapons, Angst

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Here’s the intro for my first Neteyam X OC Series, it’s very short and brief atm but it’s just to kickstart everything I have planned out so far. Please bare with me until I get the story rolling after this, feedback is appreciated <3

A blanket of stars covered the night’s sky whilst the snow-covered mountain tops were so high up, it was almost as if they were about to touch the twinkling in the sky. Light snores echoed around the ice alcoves tucked between the mountains as various Na’vi retired for the evening.

A young woman laid on top of lavish leather bindings and furs, resembling a hammock which was pinned from one ice wall to another, keeping her above the freshly powdered snow on the ground. The warmth of the fur tickled her light blue skin as she stirred in her sleep. Her long, sharp ears suddenly twitching upon hearing deep foreign voices and heavy footsteps crunch in the snow. She shifted, sitting up in confusion.

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Herwí Syulang Masterlist

Neteyam X Fem!Na’Vi OC (Herwìva)

Summary: Quaritch is back. 5 years after the battle between the Sky People and the Sully Family alongside the Metikayina Clan, the battle where Neteyam was almost taken by Eywa. Seeking revenge yet again on Jake Sully, Quaritch massacres an entire Na’vi Clan in the Snow Mountains of Pandora - sparing one young Na’vi girl’s life to send the great Toruk Makto a message. 

Overall content warnings: smut, angst, violence, graphic and explicit imagery (each chapter will specify any topic which may be triggering to some readers) 

Prologue

Chapter 1 (COMING SOON)

Chapter 2 (COMING SOON)

Chapter 3 (COMING SOON)

Chapter 5 (COMING SOON)

MORE CHAPTERS TO COME

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"You're Mine"

Neteyam x Reader (Metkayina)

Takes place 5 years after AWOW (Neteyam is 20)

Synopsis: When Neteyam invites you to a celebration but doesn't acknowledge you: you decide to make him jealous. But you quickly find out that two can play that game.

Contains: ANGST, jealousy, slight smut (sfw)

*pretend the GIF is of palm trees

You stand on the outskirts of the celebration, your wide tail flicking back and forth as you observe. The whole clan has gathered on the beach to celebrate the successful return of the hunting party. Normally you avoid these festivals but you promised Neteyam you’d come. Tonowari, the chief, stands beside a large fire, his hand clasping Jake’s as they raise up their arms. The clan erupts into cheers. Neteyam and Lo’ak stand behind their dad, the two of them laughing about something.

People begin dancing around the fire as drums beat loudly. Others sit in the sand to talk and eat. Laughter and boisterous noise cracks through the air making you want to dive into the water and swim off on an ilu. But you were still waiting for Neteyam to say hello. 

Jake, Lo’ak, and him share a drink and talk animatedly about something. You fight the urge to roll your eyes and force yourself to look away. You have no right to be mad, you tell yourself. Maybe he just invited you so you would be a part of the celebration, instead of hiding out in your pod or going for a swim. Neteyam always noticed how you avoided most people and kept to yourself. 

When he first arrived, years ago, you had taught him your clan’s ways. Now, he and his family are full Metkayina. You had gone from teaching him to befriending him. It had been a slow process compared to his friendships with Ao’nung and Tsireya. Neteyam is always talking, sharing, and ready to tell a joke. You always want to say more but never do; most people don’t notice that desire of yours, but he does.

Neteyam would seek you out and ask you, “what are you thinking?” He would go out of his way to sit next to you, making you blush. Eventually, people started noticing. Tsireya would playfully ask you about him but you just brush it off, hoping no one else heard. At first it was nothing, just Neteyam wanting you to feel included but over time it’s changed. You aren’t entirely sure how or why but you know your heart always beats faster when he walks into a room and when you catch him staring at you before you both look quickly away.

You can’t help yourself, you look back over at Neteyam. He’s still sharing a drink with his father, both of them relaxed and happy. Your heart completely melts and you know: you like Neteyam, and not in the way friends like each other. 

You groan and force yourself to look away. It’s useless. He is Neteyam Sully, son of Toruk Makto. Maybe you’ve just been imagining the tension between you too lately. He told you to come to the celebration but he hasn’t even said hi. That’s it. You turn to leave, your feet sliding on the smooth sand when a voice calls out to you. 

“Y/n!” Ao’nung calls you.  

You stop and watch him run up to you, his dark tattoos gleaming against his skin. He reaches you with a smile on his face. His eyes are crinkle at the side, obvious that he’s had some to drink. A slow smile creeps onto his face. “You weren’t leaving,  were you?” 

You look back towards the village, empty and quiet. “Yes, I was.”

“Well, don’t do that!” Ao’nung exclaims. His eyes trace down your body, taking in your celebration beads that reveal more than your normal cloths. His eyes meet yours, a new gleam in them. “Dance with me.” 

Your eyes widen. “Oh!” You start to shake your head. “I don’t know…” 

Ao’nung cocks his head to the side, the same way he has since you were kids. Ao’nung has always been a bit of a player and you’ve always steered clear of that, making sure to keep your relationship platonic. 

“Please,” Ao’nung says before reaching out to you. 

You freeze. You don’t like situations like these, in fact you hate them. You only came to this stupid celebration for Neteyam and he’s not even speaking to you. Normally, you’d just slip off and be on your own, ignoring how you feel. But tonight feels different. The pounding of the celebration drums ring through your ears and into your veins.

 You look back at the party as Ao’nung watches you, carefully waiting for your answer. A jolt runs through your body when you lock eyes with Neteyam. He’s staring right at you from across the fire, his mouth turned downward. You tensen at his gaze, he’s never looked at you like that before. His eyes slowly travel down to Ao’nung’s extended hand. His eyes harden. You definitely have his attention now.

Your stomach flutters as you turn your eyes back to the boy in front of you. He’s smirking at you, waiting for your answer. Neteyam’s ignored you which makes you angrier than you thought it would. A foreign feeling floods through your body: screw being nice and sweet. What has it ever gotten you? 

You smile at Ao’nung, turning your head to the side like he’s made you blush. His smile grows. You place your hand in his and let him lead you to where the others are dancing. 

You keep your head high, faking your confidence as you walk by other clan members. They look up in curiosity at Ao’nung and your clasped hands. The heat of the fire hits your face as you reach the center of the party. Clan members dance all around you, hooting and cheering to the sound of the drums. The music sends chills through your body as Ao’nung leads you in a dance.

You’re rusty at first, having never danced before and only observed, but after a few steps, you get into it. Ao’nung pushes himself away from you before pulling you back in. You find yourself smiling and laughing to the music. 

Then, you glance back to where Neteyam stood. He’s still there, his nostrils flared and his eyes burn holes into Ao’nung. Something tingles in your stomach and spreads through your whole body. You turn back to your dance partner and move yourself closer to him. 

Ao’nung responds instantly, wrapping his fingers around your waist and guiding your hips as he dances. You lean your head back into his neck as he nuzzles his face against the side of yours. This’ll be the last time Neteyam ignores you.

You risk another look at him. Neteyam’s shaking his head now, his braids fly around his face. Lo’ak looks at you in concern before placing his hand on Neteyam’s arm, trying to calm him. Neteyam brushes him off angrily before storming off to the other side of the party. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have pushed him.  You haven’t even defined your friendship or whatever you guys have. Dread curls in your stomach, you’ve definitely overreacted. You’re about to push Ao’nung off you and say you’ve gotten tired when a couple begins dancing right beside you. 

You look up in surprise to find Neteyam dancing. His arms… wrapped around another girl. You go completely rigid. Ao’nung rubs his hands up your side. 

“You okay, girl?”

Neteyam looks up at this. His eyes bore straight into yours as his body moves synchronously with his dance partner. He smirks slightly and tilts his head to the side as if to say, two can play this game. That little asshole. You glare at him to which he just shrugs and pulls the girl closer to him. 

You turn around and face Ao’nung. “I’m fine.” 

He smiles and runs his hand along your jaw. “You look fine.” 

Neteyam scoffs from behind you but you don’t give him the satisfaction of turning around. You keep dancing with Ao’nung, swaying your hips in front of him as he guides you. You drop down to your ankles and work your way back up, moving your body like a wave. 

Neteyam’s stare is heavy. You can feel him watching you the entire time. It sends chills down your spine and your heart begins to pound. Ao’nung digs his fingers into your skin as the drums beat faster. He twirls you around and pulls you close again. You look over at Neteyam to find him still staring at you, his hands are on the other girl but his eyes never leave your face. You stare back, confidently and unlike your usual self. Neteyam bites his lip.

Ao’nung, completely oblivious to you not paying attention to him, grabs your face. He quickly pulls you close to him and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. 

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” he says. “But you’re always off on your own…” 

Fear shoots through your veins as your eyes widen. This is not what you want. You try to pull back from his grasp but he’s so close to you, already leaning in. Your brain goes blank as you try to think of a way out of this. His lips are almost touching yours when he goes flying backwards. 

He hits the ground with a loud thud, causing a few clan members to ask if he is okay. Neteyam is suddenly right beside you, his dance partner is gone and he’s staring at Ao’nung with a lethal look in his eyes. His chest is rapidly rising and falling, like he’s trying to contain himself. Ao’nung looks up at Neteyam, a look of disbelief on his face.  

“Neteyam…” You say in shock. 

He looks at you, his eyes darkening. He reaches out and roughly grabs your hand. “Come with me.” 

His voice is deep and raspy like he’s fighting against himself, like he wants something that he can’t have. His hand is hot against yours and he squeezes tightly, sparking something deep in your stomach. You don’t even look back at Ao’nung as Neteyam leads you off the beach and into the treeline. A few voices call after both of you but you don’t stop. 

You watch the swing of Neteyam’s long braids as he leads you away. He’s much more tense than usual, his strong arms look like they're about to burst. The sound of voices and drums begin to fade as you wade deeper into the palm trees. The night sky gleams above you and the plants glow beautifully. Once you can only see the faintest glow of the fire, Neteyam stops and turns to you.  

“What was that?”

You tilt your head to the side, waiting for him to elaborate. 

“You and,” he looks away in disgust. “Ao’nung.” 

You cross your arms over your body, feeling suddenly self-conscious. You let yourself go, this one time. Who is he to judge? “Why do you care?”

“Because I don’t ever want to see another man’s arms around you,” Neteyam replies so quickly you think you might have imagined it. 

Neteyam looks away, his eyes wide like he didn’t expect himself to say that. Your mouth falls open. You shake your head incredulously. “What is that supposed to mean, Neteyam?”

Neteyam runs his hands through his braids nervously. You take a step towards him as your heart rate speeds up. He eyes you cautiously but doesn’t move away. He lets out a sigh. “Don’t you know what it means?” 

You shake your head, wanting to hear him say it.

His golden eyes stare right into yours. “I want you.” 

You inhale sharply. Your heart pounds in your chest, so loud you’re afraid he’ll hear it. I want you. The words echo through your mind, making heat spread through your core. His voice, so deep and full of desire… It makes you want to… 

He cocks his head to the side as if he’s seeing your every thought. He takes a step closer to you. You’re frozen in place. His eyes narrow as he gazes lazily at you. He licks his lips and leans in. You tense, expecting him to kiss you, but his lips brush your ear. “Did you hear me?” He whispers, his hot breath hitting your neck. “I said, I want you.” 

Your throat is tight but you manage to speak anyway. “Prove it.” 

He pulls back slightly, amusement fluttering across his face.  

Now, it’s your turn. You lean into him, feeling his muscles harden as you come closer. The vein in his neck bulges slightly as you brush your lips against his ear. “You didn’t come speak to me at the party,” you whisper, making sure your breath hits his exposed skin. He shudders. “You danced with that other girl.” 

You pull back and stare at him. His eyes are a dark gold, filled with lust. You are standing so close to each other, the heat from both your bodies mix together. You fake an innocent smile at him. “How do I know that you really want me?” 

He lets out a low, guttural, growl before gripping the sides of your face. Your lips collide instantly. You let out a moan the second his lips meet yours, you can’t help it. He grins against the kiss as his hands travel down your neck. 

His lips move fervently against yours like he’s dying of thirst and your water. You return the kiss eagerly, your lips moving quickly against the softness of his mouth. You reach your hands up and sink them into his braids. You’ve been dying to run your fingers through his hair. You twist one of his braids and pull causing him to moan. 

His tongue runs along the bottom of your lip, begging for entrance. You open your mouth obediently, letting his tongue roam your mouth. His hands fly across your stomach and hips like he can’t decide where he wants to explore first. Your tongue glides against his as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, smashing your bodies together. 

He lifts you up, his lips never leaving yours, and pushes you against a nearby tree. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the heat of his skin sink into yours. His hands run along the outsides of your legs and ass. Damn, he’s strong.

You pull back from the kiss, letting your head hit the palm tree behind you. His eyes are hooded as he looks at you lazily through narrow slits. Neteyam’s gaze falls to your lips. You can feel how swollen they already are and there’s saliva dangling from them. He reaches out and rubs his thumb across your lip. “I love seeing my spit across your lips,” he says, his voice rough.

You gasp softly, shocked at what he just said, and even more shocked that you liked hearing it. He smirks as his fingers circle your thighs slowly, making your breath hitch. 

You’re dying to hear his breath hitch. You lean into his neck and plant soft kisses on his skin. He inhales sharply. You run your tongue along his neck before sucking. “Fuck,” he moans as his fingers dig into your thigh. You smile and lift your lips before kissing again. 

You’re about to suck when he yanks your head back and presses his lips against yours. All his desire runs through his mouth and into your body. You throb in a way you never have before. You open your mouth, wanting to feel his tongue against yours. You press your hands into his skin, trying to force him closer to you, like you could melt into one being. 

You're both breathing heavily as you continue kissing, his strong legs keeping you firmly against the tree. His hands are feverish as they roam all over your body until they reach the inside of your thigh. He slows down his kissing, his lips slowly grinding against yours. His lips tug at yours at an excruciatingly slow pace. You moan as his fingers inch up the inside of your thigh, coming closer to your wet center. 

You want him to keep going. You nod against your kiss, letting him know you want it. He groans from deep in his throat. His fingers instantly are at your loin cloth. He brushes against the outside, you can feel the warmth of him against your core. 

You arch your back into him, feeling his hardness. Your heart is pounding as your body throbs. You can’t take this, you need him. You’re about to tell him that when a voice breaks through the trees.

“Neteyam?”

We both freeze. It’s Jake. Neteyam instantly lets go of you as you fix your cloths. Neteyam smooths his hair down and fixes his parts before looking at you. You stare back, your face completely flushed and sweaty. He smirks.

Jake appears a few feet away. “Come back to the party!”

“Coming!” Neteyam calls back. “We were just having a chat.”

Jake nods, believing his oldest son easily before leaving. 

You blow out a breath of relief as you watch Jake’s retreating back. Your heart is still pounding and your skin feels like it’s on fire. You’re not sure how you’re going to show your face back at the celebration. Neteyam leans close to you, his naughty lips brushing against your ear. “This isn’t over. You’re mine.”

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Burn So Fast, It Scares Me.

summary: gifted with intelligence, the Omatikayan war party relies on your strategies and tactics to guide them through the war with the sky people. unsatisfied with being left behind at the fortress, you jump at the offer to join them on an excursion. Neteyam is not as happy.

warnings: explicit language and sexual content, lengthy verbal argument, hurt/comfort, overprotective!neteyam, underage kissing, no explicit sexual content occurs when characters are underage

title from my (favorite) song: When the Sun Hits by Slowdive

word count: 9.1k

childhood friends to lovers pipeline supremacy

re-edited and retitled! SUPER AWKWARD. sorry about that! I had a minor breakdown about the first version while at work and deleted it in a haste. lmao. life is just like that sometimes. Thank you to everyone who sent in kind messages or liked/reblogged it! I took it down and edited it and am reposting a new and (hopefully) improved version of the story. hope you enjoy! __

Located in the depths of the forest, skeletal remains lay in a makeshift grave, overgrown with thick roots and bright flowers. Rusted metal, broken glass, forgotten arrows. Sometimes, when the enemy airships flew low overhead, the command panel flickered to life. A stuttering last breath of flashing buttons and alarms before falling silent again.

Hidden away in a pocket of the forest, the trees so dense sunlight caught in the leaves and barely touched the ground, it became a reprieve from the Fortress and the expectations of everyone inside it.

You’d found it when you were a kid, straying far from the fortress, curious about whether the rumors of untouched wreckage from the previous war with the sky people, crashed in the jungle, pulled under the foliage, were true.

We shouldn’t be out here, a nervous voice called from behind you. Neteyam, son of the clan leader. It’s forbidden.

No, you corrected, The Shack is forbidden. We’re charting new territory.

Giving you a look of disapproval, he didn’t argue, but slowed his steps.

You don’t have to come, you reminded him, though you knew he wouldn’t turn back. He’d caught you on your way out, despite your best efforts to go unnoticed. When you told him you were going exploring, he told you it was too dangerous to go alone, and that he should go with you.

Your friendship with him was fresh, like a glistening snowfall in the early hours of the morning, untouched and pristine. The war brought you together, in an odd way, him starting to venture to the battlefield and you locked away devising plans and strategies for attacks and counterattacks. 

When you found the wreckage, you made him swear not to tell anyone else about it. Not his siblings, his friends, or his parents. He hesitated, especially when you told him he couldn’t tell Neytiri or Jake, but ended up interlocking his pinky with yours in a promise.

The wreckage became a hideaway for you and him, and you and him alone. Which made it the perfect place to have an argument without worrying about prying ears.

You’d been so excited to receive the invite. Considered to be War party adjacent, you never actually went on any of the excursions. Tactics was your assigned job. Jake and the other leaders conversed with you about military plans. The best routes to take through the forest. Ways to attack the enemy with minimal damage. As one of the brains behind their operations, you were offered a place in the room but never a seat at the table.

So, you stayed at the fortress, infuriated, anxious, running over each variation of the plan in your head while the warriors fought on the frontlines. Wishing you could be there to help them through any unforeseen obstacles.

I would be so much more useful, you complained as you watched Neteyam prepare his Ikran, if I could go. Then I could update plans in real time instead of waiting for everyone to get back.

You told him this proposition repeatedly, always met with the same negative response. Still, you’d beat this dead horse until your knuckles bled and the horse degraded into nothing but pounds of meat.

He laughed at you; he always did when you brought up accompanying him to the battlefield. Fixing you with a bright smile meant to distract you from the patronizing shake of his head.

It used to work, but not anymore.

Don’t laugh at me, sliding off the rock you’d been perched on, you offered his Ikran one of the sweet fruits it liked to eat.

I’m not laughing at you, he promised, though he couldn’t wipe the grin from his face. Narrowing your eyes at him, you didn’t say anything about it.

I would be so much more helpful if I could actually be there, instead of just waiting at the Fortress. Another thing you told him over and over, and each time, he said;

You’re helpful here. More than you realize.

With a sigh, you abandoned your futile efforts at convincing him.

You could always talk to my father about it. He came around the other side of his Ikran, leaning against it as he tilted his head down at you. He was teasing, again, and it made your cheeks heat.

Scoffing, you stepped away, putting distance between the two of you. You’d been doing that a lot, recently. Increasing distance between you and him. Something he noticed, his bright eyes flicking over the empty space between you before landing on your face again.

Settling for silence, you returned to your rock and watched Neteyam finish the last of his war preparations.

I’ll see you when I get back, he stopped in front of you.

You didn’t respond. Grabbing your chin, he lifted your face towards his, fingers digging into your cheeks. Come on, say it back. Slapping at his hands with a glare, they fell away.

When met with more silence, he groaned, tilting his head back towards the sky in exasperation. Don’t be like that.

I’m not, you said defensively. See you when you get back.

Staring at you expectantly, you did nothing but avert your gaze from his and went back to picking at the blades of grass.

He left without much fanfare.

Months ago, the two of you had a routine before he left for any battles.

Assisting him with packing his gear, the two of you petting his Ikran and taking breaks to share lunch up in the trees. A warm embrace before he left. You, rising on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. Pressed chest to chest, he promised, I’ll see you when I get back.

And you always promised him the same.

Now, your touches were a lot less frequent. Something had shifted. The war hardened him, his once hopeful exterior solidified and became impenetrable, the result of a few close calls with death. Bullets lodged in his skin and deep cuts along his abdomen.

You patched him up, each time, stomach twisting as he winced and jerked under your hands.

A little more gentle, please, he turned his face over his shoulder, giving you a sharp look. He was sitting cross-legged in front of you, fists clenched in the rug underneath him, gritting his teeth and hissing in pain as you disinfected the wound on his back.

You were supposed to avoid them by going through the passage, you reminded him, though you lightened the pressure on the wound. You hated healing him. It was a job neither of you wanted anyone else to do, but you hated it, nonetheless. On the particularly painful injuries, the ones where he cried, you also cried. Seeing him like this was almost unbearable.

They blocked the passage, he defended himself, turning back to face forwards. I had no other option.

If I had been there, I could’ve—

Stop, he gasped, exasperated. I don’t want to hear it. It’s never going to happen.

Hands stilling, a beat of charged silence passed between the two of you. Pursing your lips, hurt, you didn’t respond and returned to tending to his wounds.

Back then, you always saved his face for last. A warm towel pressed to his jaw, to the bruises along his cheekbone, the blood from his nose. Practically in his lap, providing he had no injuries that prevented it, your faces only centimeters apart. If he wasn’t in too bad of shape, he’d tell you stories of the fight.

I could’ve killed Lo’ak. He’s always making my job so fucking hard.

(Whatever his little brother did that day must’ve been bad, because Neteyam rarely cursed, unless he was too frustrated to use his prim and proper vocabulary)

or sometimes he said other things to make you smile. Things like--

We should visit there when this war is finished. It’s beautiful, I think you’d like it

He’d always talk quietly, the words meant for just you two.

On the bad days, he’d just murmur a quiet missed you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you flat against him as your fingers on his chin tilted his face back so you could finish fixing him up.

But the war impacted you, too. A dark cloud that cast an unmistakable shadow over your relationship, the promise of thick rain and rattling thunder.

When you two were fourteen, him fifteen, your friendship wasn’t a problem. Innocent affection. Afternoons swimming in the river, him teaching you how to use a bow and arrow, you teaching him the undefeated strategies of Omaticayan card and board games.

But you’d both grown. Him, into a strong warrior, and you, into nothing but an ordinary member of the Omatikayan clan, who was just smart enough to beg for scraps on the outskirts of his life, but not good for much else.

The warm feeling of his friendship burned too hot, scalding you, reminding you of the fragility of your relationship with him. You loved each other, he’d told you so, as the years stretched on. Not explicitly in words, but his actions said enough.

Once, the sky people sent a spy. Someone you worked closely with, and once they’d identified you as the brain behind the Omatikaya operation, they attempted to kill you. You had little combat training, hence why they forced you to stay at back at the Fortress, and could barely fight the spy off from wrapping their hands around your throat and pressing the tip of the blade through your heart.

You wished you could take the glory of protecting yourself, but the truth is, they painted the walls with you. Writhing enough to keep the knife from piercing any organs, but not enough to escape the cut entirely, you bled out.

Rather embarrassing.

Upon waking, it was Tuk’s face you saw first. Leaning so close, as if to check your breathing, she jerked back when you opened your eyes.

You smiled, or at least tried to. Lips spit, a metallic taste coated your tongue as you tried to speak but couldn’t. Neteyam’s fingers found yours, and interlocking them, softly squeezing your hand. I’m here, he promised with the action, I won’t leave. I love you.

And he meant it. Even after healing, you didn’t spend a minute alone. Neteyam drifted in your peripheral like a bodyguard. You cared for him, deeply, but you weren’t going to die any time soon, and he still acted like the grim reaper hovered over you, slobbering, ready to rip you from Neteyam’s arms at any moment and slash you with his sheath.

You need to back up, you told him one afternoon, hand pressed to his chest. I’m okay now, there’s no reason to be worried.

He drew his lips between his teeth, eyes trained on your fingers splayed on his skin, looking small compared to his broad frame, dwarfed when he takes your hand in both of his, holding it like a lifeline between you.

You almost died, his voice came out weak, almost carried away by the wind.

I know, I was there, he didn’t appreciate your levity about the situation. You softened, tilting your head as you looked up at him. Thank you for taking care of me. Let me breathe a little, okay?

It was hard to establish that boundary, you usually wanted him as close as possible. But it had to be done.

And as much as you cared for him, you knew he would inherit his title soon, have a family, prioritize others. And then you’d never see him except for military strategy meetings. After the war ended, if the two of you were even still alive, you’d never see him at all, unless in passing.

So, you decided it was best the both of you backtrack. No more embracing before he left for fighting, or anywhere. Occasionally helping with his injuries upon his return, though most of the time you made an excuse about how Kiri or his grandmother had skills better suited for his cuts and bruises.

No more arms thrown around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walked along the tree branches.

No more laying your head on your chest while star gazing, tracing constellations on his skin.

No more sneaking him inside your tent late at night, muffling his laughter with a palm pressed against his mouth.

And then there was this other issue entirely: Jake asked you to accompany them on a mission.

The both of you knew Neteyam wouldn’t be happy about it. Neither of you acknowledged that fact, but he did tell you it was a secret operation that very few even knew about, and you needed to keep it that way.

For the first time, you kept a secret from your best friend. Usually, he was the first one you told anything to, and vice versa. But now, you couldn’t even look him in the eye without the heavy burden of guilt sitting tight in your chest, like an anchor pulling you to the depths of the ocean, where the sunlight refuses to touch.

Your secret, mixed with the knowledge that the two of you would have to grow up and move on with your lives very soon, made being around him difficult.

You tried to be subtle about it. Wean yourself off the physical contact so that he wouldn’t notice. It was supposed to be easy, but Neteyam noticed everything about you. Especially the lack of touching.

But he never said anything about it, and you figured he understood your intentions. It’s for the best, you reminded yourself each time, hands feeling empty without his sinewy body between them.

A little heartbreak now to save yourself later. Microdose the sadness.

And it worked! for a time.

After a particularly rough excursion, where your battle plan spiraled out of control and resulted in many dead and injured, Jake called you into the War Room.

Panicked, you thought he was going to demote you. Blame you for the deaths, for the injured. You knew Neteyam got hit hard, saw him carried to the medic area. Usually, even on the worst days, he could at least walk there on his own. You watched from a distance, briefly considering throwing your personal resolution to put distance between you two into the wind and swallow your pride and help him, but you knew his family could take care of it.

You and Lo’ak stood outside the War Room, waiting to be invited in.

“Neteyam asked for you.” Lo’ak wasn’t looking at you, arms crossed over his chest, blood on his hands. He must’ve been there when Neteyam got hurt. Overcome with the urge to ask what happened, to scrounge for details like a desperate beggar, you bit your tongue. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but—”

“Nothing’s going on between us,” you rushed to assure him, but he gave you a flat look.

“It’s killing him.”

Lo’ak’s words made you shrink into the wall, longing for a black hole to direct its inescapable gravitation pull towards you. How were you supposed to explain your plan to him? You couldn’t, so you didn’t, opting for silence instead.

Finally, Jake appeared, a reprieve from the crushing weight of your conversation with Lo’ak.

“You, first,” he gestured towards you, holding the door open. You shot Lo’ak a worried look, and he gave you two thumbs up.

unhelpful.

Neteyam was the only other Na’avi in the room. Bandaged, torn up, but there. You locked eyes immediately, biting your tongue to keep from betraying any emotion on your face. The weight of his attention suffocated you, even after you glanced away. You took your place next to Neteyam, conscious to keep several feet between the two of you, facing his father and preparing yourself for the humiliation of the inevitable demotion

Instead, he offered you a place in the War Party. Actually in the Party, not just adjacent to it or sentenced to quiet, undercover missions only, but a carved out place for you on the front lines. Or at least as close to the front lines as you’ll ever be able to get. His reasoning was what you’d been saying all along. After the last plan went so wrong, it would be more beneficial if you were there, always, able to recalculate and redirect in real time.

Heart pounding in your chest, you fought against the wide smile that threatened to break loose. Parting you lips to accept, you were interrupted.

“No.”

Whipping your head to the side, you stared up at Neteyam, who was no longer looking at you but staring at his father. They were having some kind of silent conversation, betrayal written all over Neteyam’s face.

“Actually,” you interjected, stepping forward to put yourself between Jake and Neteyam. “What he means is ‘yes, I accept the offer.’”

“No.”

You shook your head. “He doesn’t speak for me. I want to go.”

“As the future Olo'eyktan, I won’t allow this.”

“Future Olo’eyktan,” you emphasized. “You don’t have that power yet.”

Jake looked between you two. “I don’t need an answer right now. Think about it until our next fight in a few days.”

Taking a step forward, Neteyam held his hands out in front of him as if brokering peace. Suppressing an eye roll, you stared at the tense muscles of his back. You were used to this side of him, the side that mediated fights where emotions overpowered logic. What you were not used to, however, was him talking back to his father, the man he admired and emulated.

“Respectfully, sir, I do not think she’d benefit us on the field.”

Lips parted, eyes wide, you stared at him. He wasn’t meeting your eyes, focused on his father, but his insistence that you were not fit for the job stung.

“She has no experience,” Neteyam reasoned, voice strained.

“I do,” you started talking before you could stop yourself, face hot from embarrassment and fury. “I never told you about it because I knew you wouldn’t be supportive, but I’ve actually gone on several missions that you weren’t even aware of.”

Jake looked wildly out of place, caught in a spat between his golden child and his son’s best friend. “Maybe the two of you should talk this out before—”

“Is that true?” Neteyam interrupted, and that’s how you knew he was truly out of his mind. In over a decade of friendship, you’ve never seen him intentionally disobey or interrupt his father. Ever.

Shooting you a long, sullen look, you regretted speaking about it at all. With a heavy sigh, Jake nodded. “Yes,” the hesitance dripped from his tone. “I enlisted her on a few missions that went outside the Fortress.”

Turning his attention to you (finally), you almost couldn’t stomach the look of betrayal directed at you. He wore his emotions clearly, another fatal flaw, and you’d purposefully taken his heart, ripped it from the seams connecting it to his sleeves, and crushed it between your fingers. Like a flower you’d left to wilt, his shoulders turned inwards, his face fell. “You kept that from me?”

“Why would I tell you?” You wanted to shove it in his face with a sneer, recount every detail of how you’d led the team to victory. But instead, your eyes watered. “You think I’m useless. You would’ve tried to talk your father out of it.”

“Of course I would.” he wanted to be angry, you could tell by the way his fists clenched at his sides, but his voice shook in a way you recognized from all the times you heard him cry (which you could count on one hand). “I thought we could trust each other.” He was looking at his father again, but judging by the shake of his head, you felt his statement was directed at you.

A part of you wanted to assure him that you could still be trusted. The part of you that knew he would follow you to the depths of the forest because he didn’t like you adventuring alone. The part of you that cleaned the blood from his face, his calloused fingers skimming the sides of your arms, your waist, along your face.

But he’d hurt you just as badly. He swore, over and over, that you did not have to prove yourself to him. Yet here he was, standing in front of his father, the leader of your clan, making you seem incompetent.

“If you only think of me as dead weight, then I wish you would’ve told me sooner. Would’ve saved us both a lot of time.”

Jaw clenched, Neteyam took in a deep breath. “You misunderstand—”

“Am I dismissed?”

With a nod, Jake let you go. Not bothering to look at Neteyam, you gave him the cold shoulder, exiting before your devastation made itself clear through hot tears and gasping breaths.  

Tramping through underbrush and smacking leaves out of your face, you hustled towards the only place you’d get some privacy.

You were so mad, you could’ve given Neteyam a whole new set of injuries. If it weren’t for him, you’d have that position locked down, just as you’d always wanted. He knew how much you craved this opportunity, slobbered over it. Being close friends entailed baring your soul to him, and you did, and he used it against you.

A part of you wanted to be alone. To sit in the reeds and feel sorry for yourself.

But another part of you knew he would follow, and when a flash of blue caught your attention, you shook your head. “I have nothing to say to you.”

Lies. You had a lot to say to him.

Fuck you for ruining this for me.

Are you okay?

I miss you.

How dare you talk down to me like that.

I’m sorry for causing this rift between us.

“I have nothing to say to you, either.” Venturing further into the trees, he grew closer.

Scoffing, you stood, preparing to back away. “You can’t be mad at me.”

“Actually, I can. I am.”

Fists clenched at your sides. “For what? You’re the one that ruined—”

“I saved you.”

“I don’t need to be saved!”

Now, he was the one shaking his head. “I’m not letting you throw your life away.”

Frowning up at him, you said, “I don’t know why you think I’m so incapable. What do I have to do to make you think otherwise?”

“Nothing,” he countered. “You don’t have to prove yourself to me. But there’s also nothing you can do that will change my mind. You’re not going.”

Staring up at him, for the first time in months, you did not avert your gaze. He was angry. You could see it in his glare, in the tension in his shoulders, in the quickness of his chest rising and falling.

Upset body language you’ve seen directed at others, but never at you. It made your throat close, and your eyes burn.

“I’m not weak. I can take care of myself.” Cursing how childish you sounded, you grasped at straws. You used to know him so well, but now you weren’t sure how to get through to him.

“This is war,” he explained, “it doesn’t matter how skilled you are, sometimes all it comes down to is luck. I’m not taking that chance.”

“You take that chance,” you pointed out, eyeing him as he took a step forward. “Lo’ak takes that chance.”

“That’s different.”

“Your parents take that chance; your other friends take that chance—”

“That’s different.” He raised his voice. Something he never did with you, or anyone else. Maybe Lo’ak, but everyone raised their voice at him. So calm and collected, he was frayed at the edges, an unraveled version of your old friend.

“How! How is it different?”

Shutting his eyes, he took a deep breath, jaw clenched. “Don’t go there with me.”

“Then, I don’t know what to say.”

It hurt, more than you cared to admit. His lack of faith in you. Yes, sometimes your plans went wrong, but most of them went right. It’s not like you were stupid, unable to think for yourself. You had good instincts. Made good decisions.

He sighed your name, something long and exasperated.

“Why don’t you have any trust in me?” you asked, demanding an answer.

“You lied to me.”

“I had no other choice.”

Displeased at your explanation, he rubbed his jaw. “You could’ve been killed. And I would’ve had to find out after the damage was already done.”

Pursing your lips for a moment, you tried to make sense of your thoughts. But they bounced around your skull, rattling into each other, blending. “Everyone else gets to give their lives for The Cause. I volunteered to do the same.”

“That’s my responsibility,” he gestured towards himself, and your eyes tracked the movements. After spending so much time distancing yourself from him, you wanted to feel his arms around you again, rest your head on his chest. But you’d destroyed any chance of that happening ever again. “I don’t want you to carry the same weight I do.”

With nothing left to say, you let him take the reins in the argument. His tone sharpened. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

The question caught you off guard. Your shoulders caved inwards. “I haven’t been avoiding you.”

Scoffing with a roll of eyes, he said, “right. That’s why you can’t even stand to be around me for more than five minutes.” When he looked at you, it was accusatory, and you floundered for an explanation.

“We’ve been busy.”

It was insulting, how lame your excuse was.

His eyes narrowed. “We’ve been busy.”

“Yes.”

Laughing now, a quiet and cynical sound, he nodded to himself. “Okay. I’ve been busy trying to live up to my father’s expectations, and you’ve been busy lying to me and going on secret missions. You’re the mighty warrior.”

“I didn’t lie,” you corrected. “I just didn’t tell you something. I’m allowed to do that.”

“No, you’re not!” raising his voice again, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. “You can’t keep things from me when they involve your safety. I’m going crazy, I’ve been going crazy, thinking about you.”

Deep down, you knew he was right. You’d be upset if the roles were reversed. A perk of being involved in tactics was being able to know the whereabouts of every soldier, of knowing where Neteyam was (or at least should be, if things were going right) at all times during the thick of it.

You’d go equally as crazy if you had no idea of his whereabouts.

“You’re backing away from me like I’m about to attack you.”

You didn’t realize you were doing it until he pointed it out, inching towards a far tree. It’d become second nature over the past few months, a habit you’d give anything to kick.

“We’re fighting,” you reminded him. “I’m sorry if I don’t want to be on top of you.”

A poor choice of words.

Because most of the time, you also craved the comfort of his skin against yours, whether it was your fingers interlocked or his arm around your shoulders or your hands pressed to the firm muscle of his back.

Running a hand down his face, he corrected you. “We’re not fighting. We don’t fight.”

It’s true. In the past, you never argued. Mostly because he could control his temper, or at least bottle his emotions for however long he needed to, and you shied away from conflict. The two of you had good communication before you started pulling away from him, opening up to each other and providing comfort. You’ve never had anything to fight about.

“We’re mad at each other and not talking about it. That’s fighting.”

Silence stretched between the two of you. Neither of you knew where to go from there, both brimming with unsaid words.

“I’ll tell you why I don’t want you to join the War Party if you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.”

Neteyam stood closer than you’d realized. He must’ve taken a few strides when you weren’t paying attention, distracted by a bug crawling on a branch, wishing your life was that simple. You forced yourself to stay put so you wouldn’t prove his point.

“I already told you.”

“Bullshit.” he was pissed again, you could tell by the way he moved his hands when he spoke, and the shadow that darkened his face. “Tell me the truth.” 

“You first.”

He sighed, shutting his eyes. “When you’re here, I can keep you safe. I can’t promise that anywhere else.”

“I’m trying to tell you that I’m not your responsibility, you don’t have to watch over me like that.”

“I do. It’s my duty as your leader.”

“You’re not the leader, yet. And that’s all this is? You trying to do your job? Using that logic, no one would be allowed to leave the Fortress, ever.”

He was smiling again, though it didn’t reach his eyes, and resembled more of a grimace than anything else. It made your chest tighten. “You’re so smart yet you act so dumb.”

Fuming, you said, “forget it. Neither of us are going to change each other’s minds, we should just--forget it.”

“You’re not understanding me.” Pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes, he huffed. “I’m trying to keep you from being hurt. I can’t control what happens to you out there,” he gestured towards some hypothetical battlefield beyond the shack, “the thought of you getting hurt, the way that I’ve been hurt,” he pressed a hand to his chest. “or being killed the way my friends have been killed—” he swallowed, letting his arms fall limp at his sides. “I can’t do it. And if I have the power to stop it from happening, then I’m going to do everything I can to prevent it.” With a shrug, he said, “I’m sorry. You’re not going.”

“I understand what you’re saying. It’s not easy for me, either. Seeing you leave and never knowing if I’ll ever get to be with you again. That’s part of why I want to go so badly. I wouldn’t be so powerless. I could help, prevent you from getting injured or dying. I care about you, too.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

justified, but still hurtful.

“Neteyam.”

“When you first started pulling away, I could justify it. You were stressed about war. What did it matter if we weren’t spending time together outside of that. I told myself that, when the worst was over and we were done with living day to day, you would come back to me. And being injured didn’t seem so bad anymore, because then you’d have to spend time with me. But then you stopped doing that, too, and I realized your absence would be more permanent than I originally thought.”

There was nothing you could say that would reverse that damage. You were looking anywhere but at him, eyes shining, throat lined with apologies and confessions. A rough hand gripped your jaw, and for the first time in several months, the two of you were close.

Your chest brushed against his, your face in his hands, tilted back so you had to meet his eyes. Your hands grabbed at his wrists, pulling, but to no avail. He was a warrior, trained to withstand the physical challenges of the battlefield. Made of lean muscle and unshakeable resolve, now that he had you in his grip, you doubted he’d let you escape it anytime soon.

“Tell me why. You owe it to me.”

“I thought I was doing what’s best for the both of us.” Limp in his hold, you thanked the darkness for covering the flush on your face.

“How could being apart from each other be what’s best?”

“I started to realize that after you became the next leader, I would have no place in your life.” it sounded stupid, when you said it aloud, but there was no running from it now. “You’d have your job as leader, and find someone to spend your life with, and of course I’m happy for you, but I also had to look out for myself. You have this bright future ahead of you, and I’m a dead end, Neteyam. There’s no future for us together.”

You thought you were going to die with how fast your heart beat in your chest, certain that he could hear it. After a long stretch of silence, in which his face betrayed nothing, the hand on your jaw moved down to your throat. Your eyes widened as his grip tightened, cutting your airflow just enough to scare you but not enough to stop you from breathing completely.

He pushed you backwards, your feet dragging across the soil, trying to gain purchase but failing. Using his grip on your throat to lift you off the ground, you strained on your toes, your back against the trunk of the tree. Trapped, alone in forbidden territory, you wondered if you’d angered him so much he wanted going to kill you.

And then he kissed you.

You had kissed him once before, years ago, when you were sixteen and he was seventeen. Dark bruises littered his face, hung like ornaments on his cheekbone and jaw. A cut on his lip, still bleeding, and each time he reached up to wipe at it you grabbed his hand and shoved it back into his lap.

He winced when your fingers pressed down on one of the marks. "Careful."

Sitting back in your heels, you tossed the washcloth you'd been using to clean the blood from his nose. "What the hell is wrong with you."

Not looking you in the eye, his focus locked on something just past your shoulder, he said "nothing."

Suspicious, you narrowed your gaze at him. "You got into a fight."

A roll of his eyes. Slight, barely there, but an eyeroll nonetheless. "Lo'ak exaggerates. It was not a fight."

"You broke his nose. That's a fight."

"It was more like a brief physical altercation. Nothing is wrong with me."

Blinking at him, you waited for him to explain, to give any sort of context.

He didn't, though he did fidget, meaning he was hiding something from you. Gesturing towards the discarded washcloth, he said, "are you going to finish patching me up or am I going to have to do it myself?"

Taken aback by his sass, you did as he asked, rising back into your knees to reach his face. You resumed your work in silence, used to the way he stared at you when you cleaned the blood from his skin.

"I'm sure Ateyo will tell me what happened after he can speak again." You lifted your hand to mend the cut on his brow when he caught your wrist in his grip. His fingers dug into you, tight, pinching the surface. Movements paused, you met his eyes, your teasing gone.

"Don't talk to him again."

Occasionally, Neteyam ordered you around. Simple instructions that used to bother you. I'm older, he'd remind you whenever you refused to listen. One of his fatal flaws; he believed he knew what was best for everyone.

But he never flat out told you what to do like he was doing now. Never set boundaries on your life, like don't go there or don't talk to him.

"Why not?" you asked, voice quiet. You brought your other hand up to rest against his check, thumb tracing a deep bruise. He leaned into it, the grip on your wrist sliding away. Wrapping his arms around your lower back, he pulled you close. So close the tip of your nose brushed against his.

"He's a skxawng."

You smiled. "You think everyone is a skxawng."

But he wasn't paying attention anymore. His eyes were low, half-lidded, focused on your lips. You hadn't kissed anyone before, but your friendship with Neteyam had shifted into something more than what it used to be.

There was an expectation there. A knife through your chest when other Omaticaya girls got close to him. A threat in his eyes when he saw you with Ateyo, or any other boy. It was so fleeting, you weren't sure it was real at all.

Your free hand pressed against his chest, where his heart would be. It pulses under your touch, fast and erratic. But his breathing was slow, eyes unmoving. Your own breath skipped as his arms tightened around you, pulling your further into his lap, no space between the two of you.

"I mean it this time," he told you, distracted. "I should've done a lot more than knock his teeth out for what he said about you."

Tilting his head to the side, one of his hands brushed your hair off your shoulder, his fingers skimming your skin and then replaced with the soft touch of his lips. Not kissing, or pressing down, just brushing against your skin. Your grip on his shoulders tightened, breath hitching.

you couldn't think straight. the fact that he'd gotten into a fight, over what some moron said about you, warranted a knock upside the head to put some common sense back into him.

but he was truly kissing your neck now, his tongue sliding over the skin before the sharp point of his teeth bit down. When you gasped, he groaned, low in your ear, arms around your waist so tight you thought there'd be marks left tomorrow.

You wanted there to be marks left tomorrow.

"I let him hit me a few times," he confessed, pulling back from you to look you in the eyes again. You were having trouble focusing, which he noticed, judging by the faint and playful grin on his lips. "Just so I could be here with you."

In the end, you were the one to kiss him first. Eyes fluttered shut, tilting his face up to yours, you pressed your lips against his. He returned it, soft, slow, his body strong against yours.

You parted, once, but he followed your lips so closely, leaning forward in your space, you didn’t have a chance to speak before he kissed you again. Teeth scraping against your lower lip, tongue sliding against yours, one of his hands on the back of your neck to prevent you from pulling back, you were so distracted by the solid muscle he pressed against you that you almost didn’t notive the heavy footsteps approaching the door.

Pulling away from him, you stood, and fled the room before his father could walk in on something neither you nor Neteyam could explain.

"What the hell were you thinking?" echoed down the hall, but you were long gone by that point.

Neither of you mentioned the kiss, both caught up in insecurity and deciding that the friendship was worth more than that. Still, Ateyo avoided you like the plague and you didn't give him anything but small smiles, heeding Neteyam's warning.

You thought about that kiss, a lot.

And one time, drunk, Neteyam confessed that he thought about it, too.

But it never happened again.

Yet, here you were, his lips against yours. This time, he was the one to lean down.

Shocked, you did little more than stare up at him with wide eyes. It was a soft press of his lips against yours, but still intentional. He slid his leg in-between yours, the muscles on his thigh pressing upwards, and you gasped against him, rolling your hips down.

Prepared for the second kiss, you tipped your face back, meeting him halfway. This one was rough. His tongue slid against yours, licking into your opened mouth, hands still tight on your jaw, fingers still against your throat, not allowing you much movement other than placing your hands on his chest. You slid them over his shoulders, pressing down on the strength of them, then down the front of his chest, over his abs.

The hand wrapped around your throat pressed into the wall next to your head, and while you were distracted by looking at the muscles in him arm tighten, he gripped your chin in his fingers and turned your head to the side as his lips trailed down your jaw and onto your neck.

“Are you still mad at me?” you cursed the breathiness in your voice. Whimpering when he bit down on your soft skin, the sharp points of his skin nearly breaking the surface, he soothed the area with a. hot swipe of his tongue.

“So mad,” he huffed, pressing his thigh harder between your legs. Another roll of your hips and a whimper from you, followed by a groan from him. “Fuck, I can’t even think straight.”

Kissing you again, it was more of a punishment. Teeth against your lip, not allowing you to breathe, not allowing you to run from him anymore. His arms wrapped around you, pulling your body from the tree, and the two of you ended up on the ground. Him laying over you, forearms by your head, hips pressed together.

“Missed you,” he groaned into your ear when you hitched a leg around his waist, rocking up against him.

“Missed you, too,” you gasped, cut off by him pressing his lips to yours again. A few more fast kisses, and he pulled away again.

“You never had to miss me, we could’ve been doing this the entire time.” His lips were at the hollow of your throat, sucking the skin, making you dizzy.

“I’m sorry,” you told him, honestly, using your hands in his hair to pull his face to yours.

He smiled against you, shaking his head. “skxawng.”

Scratching your nails down his back in response, you couldn’t help but smile with him. The moment broke the negative tension, replacing it with an overpowering kind. His hips never slowed, each thrust making you bite back a gasp despite the layers of clothing between the two of you. The kisses slowed and blurred together, nothing but a slow press of tongue and lips and groans that made your thighs tense and your clit throb.

One of his hands toyed with your thin top. He kissed you again, so you were distracted. You pressed your palms flat against his back, feeling the firm muscle, tracing the scars between his shoulder blades. He palmed over breasts with his free hand, the other one working at the knot holding your top against you. The thin sheet of cloth that clung to you did little to protect your sensitive nipple from brushing against his chest, or his fingers pressing against them over your clothes. “Is this okay?” he asked, groaning in your ear when you trailed your lips down his neck, your tongue against his skin.

“Yes,” you were a little too enthusiastic in your response, lifting your shoulders from the ground so he could pull it off. He grinned against you, a gentle laugh pressed into the skin of your clavicle. Most thought Lo’ak was the arrogant one between the brothers, but in truth, you knew Neteyam could be just as cocky. You let it slide as he tossed your top aside, pulling you against him, not bothering to look down before kissing you again.

His hands slid over your stomach, thumbs indenting your skin, before he pressed his palms over your breasts. Leaning back, he pulled himself away from your body to stare down at you. Only for a few seconds, chest heaving, taking in the sight of you underneath him. Lips tracing over your shoulders, he trailed down until he took one of your breasts in his mouth, the rough pads of his fingers sliding over the other.

Arching into him, you bit your tongue to muffle your whimper, legs tight around his waist. The pleasure pushed you higher, the occasional scrape of his teeth against you making you press your fingers tight against his shoulders. He switched to the other nipple, roughly palming the other one. “Shit,” he cursed against you. “You’re making it so hard for me, baby.”

“Want you so bad,” distracted by his free hand sliding up your thigh, you didn’t notice him licking through the valley of your breasts until he reached your hip bone, fingers slipping from your tits to mess with your waist band.

“Can I take this off?”

For the first time, you hesitated. It was a split second, but he caught it, hoisting himself up so his palms were flat against the ground and he wasn’t touching you. Still trapped in the haze, you weren’t entirely sure how to voice your thoughts, but you knew he wouldn’t accept you shying away from him anymore. “Don’t you want to try it with someone else?”

Poor boy looked so confused, frowning, eyes flicking from your tits to your face, trying to stay focused. “What?”

You sat up, and he moved with you, holding your hand to help you up. Your face heated, and you reminded yourself that this was your best friend and not someone who wanted to hurt you. “It’s so permanent. Don’t you want to explore all of your options before committing?”

Staring at you, dumbfounded, his shoulders tense and his hands clenching yours. “Do you want to explore other options?”

“No,” you rushed to say. “I don’t want to force you to do anything. I’m trying to give you a way out, in case you want one.”

Sighing, he cupped the back on your neck, pulling you against him. He gave you another soft kiss, nothing more than a featherlight press of his lips against yours. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I met you.”

The two of you swapped a few more gentle kisses, him chasing your lips every time you pulled back to speak.

“I See you,” you whispered, kissing him again so you didn’t have to see his immediate reaction. “I was scared of it for a long time. But it’s true.”

When he whimpered against you, the noise sent another wave of heat between your legs. “I See you,” he spoke into your ear, pushing you down so your back met the cold ground and he hovered over you. “Can’t live without you. Don’t ever leave me again.”

The following kisses returned to a fevered pace, desperate. You couldn’t get close enough to him, his hands skirting over your front, tugging at your hair, your hands on his waist, against his jaw. His tongue slid into your mouth, his hips rolled down, and you could hardly keep up with how desperate you were. “Please,” you gasped, taking his hands and guiding them down your body.

“Yeah?” he asked, working at the knot holding your clothing over your hipbone. “You want this?”

“So much,” you confessed, devastated at the lack of friction against your core. “Do you?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “So gorgeous, you have no idea how much I’ve had to hold myself back from this.”

licking at your breasts again, he slid the cloth up and over your thighs, bunching it at your hips. “So hard to control myself around you.”

Propping yourself on your elbows, you watched him discard your skirt, sliding it down your legs, his fingers brushing against your thigh, making your hips rise slightly in search of him. The first touch of his fingers against you, gathering your wetness along the pads of his fingers had you laying back, unable to hold yourself up. When the rough pads of his fingers swiped over your clit, his thumb rubbing in slow circles, you had to remind yourself to breathe, eyes shut, face hot.

Other hand sliding up your calf and pulling it over his shoulder, you didn’t realize he spoke until he bit into your thigh. Gasping, you returned to the moment.

“Need you to be here with me,” he told you, making you look at him. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

“I don’t want to stop, it feels good.”

He nodded, biting back his grin at the praise. “Keep making those sounds, then,” he ducked his head, licking from your opening to the top, tip of his tongue pressed against your clit for only a second before disappearing.

you did as he asked, crying at the pleasure as he repeated the action a few times before sealing his lips over your clit and sucking, fingers pressing inside of you. Cursing, your nails scratched against the floor, hips rising to press yourself further against his face, back arching off the ground.

fingers curling inside of you, bullying a certain spot inside of you that made you cry out. the pleasure mounted, his hot tongue sliding against your clit over and over, occasionally replaced by harsh sucks. your eyes rolled back, and you could do nothing but stutter his name and gasp for air.

You were right there, on the precipice of snapping, when he pulled away. His fingers slowed to a slow thrust, and you tears brimmed on your lashes from the desperation of being edged like that. You wanted to ask him why, to yell at him for delaying this, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper and a wanton roll of your hips.

“I’m still mad at you, sweetheart,” his fingers returned to your clit, moving just as slow as his other fingers pumping in and out of you. “you ignored me for months.”

“I didn’t ignore you,” you managed to grit out. “I just put some distance between us.”

Humming, he bent down again, replacing his fingers with his mouth, putting you right back on that edge, only to stop you from falling over once more when he pulled back. You nearly kicked him. “Maybe I should put some distance between us now,” the teasing in his voice was almost enough to make you stand up and leave.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“I could be convinced to stay,” he winked at you, increasing the pace of his fingers thrusting inside of you. But the playfulness faded. “Tell me you’ll never leave me again.”

“I couldn’t.”

“Tell me you won’t lie to me again.”

“I won’t.”

He brought you to the edge, then backed away for a third time. This time, you couldn’t keep the tears from falling, sniffling. He made a mocking sound. “Is this hard for you?”

After you nodded, he increased the pace of his fingers on your clit, and said “don’t cum yet.”

Whimpering, you tried to think of anything else but his hands and lips on you but failed. You were tipping over the cliff, when he stopped again, pulling his hands away from you completely. He gripped your waist and flipped you over, hands on your hips to raise them off the ground, his other hand on your upper back to press your face into the ground.

And then his tongue was on you again, sliding through your folds, lips forming a seal around your clit and sucking, his hands holding your trembling thighs apart. You were no longer above begging, asking him for permission to cum. Drooling over it.

“Go ahead, baby,” he said after pulling away from you. “Say my name when you do it.”

Returning to you, fingers nudging that spot again, tongue hot and slick against you, you couldn’t hold yourself off the ground when you came. A whimper of his name, a moan that echoed, every thought in your head shattered by your orgasm, he eased you onto your back, kissing you before you even had a chance to come back to yourself.

It was a messy kiss, like the kind he’d given your pussy. You could taste yourself on him, and you pulled away for air, lips brushing against his ear. “You’re so good to me,” you said, pulling him closer, you used your own slick to wet your fingers before you pumped his dick a few times.

He groaned. “Don’t tease,” sitting back on his heels, he thrusted into your hand, eyes falling shut and face tilting back. “Waited long enough to have you. Can’t take it.”

Neteyam ended up hovering over you again, the head of his dick brushing your entrance, eyes trained on yours. “We can still stop,” he assured you, even though he could stop the movement of his hips, the tip of his cock hitting your clit with every slow roll.

“I want to do this with you.”

And with that, he used one hand to guide himself inside, the other was used to hold himself over you. The intrusion made you whimper and clench your eyes shut, lip drawn between your teeth. He made noises, too, desperate sounds that had your pussy clenching around him. You were wet and turned on enough that he was able to slip inside, though the stretch still stung and made your eyes water.

Muttering sweet nothings against your lips, once his hips were flush with yours, both of you paused. It was an overwhelming feeling, to be full of him. He brushed against every nerve, upset every balance inside of you, even when all he could manage were shallow thrusts, barely pulling back and pressing in again. He was overwhelmed, too, judging by the way he buried his face in your neck, cursing, begging, praising you. “So perfect,” he told you, pulling out further than he had before, but still not leaving you completely. When he pressed forward again, you moaned, the lewd sound of your wetness distracting you. “Don’t know how I ever lived without this, without you.”

Too overstimulated to return the words, you settled for pressing your lips against his, urging his hips to move. They did, the tip of his cock nudging somewhere so deep inside of you it blurred the pleasure and the pain and had you holding onto him as if you’d disappear if you didn’t.

He shifted your position. “Want to be closer,” he told you as he pulled your legs over his shoulders, leaning forward until your knees were by your head and he set a fast pace, hands returning to your breasts, pulling and tugging on your hard nipples as you met his thrusts, or tried to, before you gave up completely and just let him do what he wanted. Pressed down into you harder, battered that pleasurable spot inside of you, his hands unrelenting on your tits.

“With me,” he begged, hands moving from your body to find yours, interlocking your fingers and pressing them into the ground. “Cum with me.”

You reached that high together, groaning and gasping into each other’s mouths, dissolving into kisses once you both finished.

Later that night, after returning to the Fortress, you snuck him back into your tent, laughing the entire time.

[goldenchunkycat-deactivated2024]

Mating in front of the whole clan

Pairing: Neteyam x Omatikaya!Reader

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Summary: You wanna follow the tradition of your clan so you ask Neteyam to fuck you make love to you in front of the whole clan. - Warnings: Got carried away sorry not sorry, unprotected sex, breeding kink, public sex, honestly they are just animals fucking, ritual, mention of food, Neteyam is a tease and he his possessive, bad English - Tag: @sseleniaa

Neteyam was a warrior, one of the greatest, son of the Toruk Makto, he was one of the best hunter. He was swift, calm, and skilled. But he was just a man. No god, no demigod -even though his father was a so called 'dream walker' as he came from the stars. A man with principles - which most of the time consisted in protecting his family, who loved having everything under control. But still, just a man.

He looked at you as you walked past him, and even if you saw the way he looked at your chest you kept quiet and smiled to yourself, carrying on with what you were currently doing. You were a woman, his woman. People did not really cared about how you met each other, were you friend, hunting buddy ? Who knows. The only thing that they were sure of was that the two of you were undoubtedly and madly in love with each other. 

More than one caught on the way Neteyam looked at you whenever you would be around him, the way you would sneak a peek when you thought he wasn't looking. But little did you know he had his eyes on you every-time. When he wasn't busy with his duties as a warrior, he would always be near you, a hand in the small of your back, making you glow like crazy - I'm a fervent believer that Na'vi don't blush but that their little freckles glow, fight me. He would gently grab your long braid and would bask in the feeling of joy it would procure him, knowing that you trusted him enough to let him touch this part of you. And touching a Na'vi's braid was probably one of the most intimate thing someone could do, so when the two of you were together, people learned to avoid looking at you both, you were so Lovey-dovey. Eventually, Neteyam's mother told him to not touch your braid in public and the boy was mad, but he smiled and agreed, gently cursing in his head. He couldn't rub to the man's face his claim on you, what a shame.

Because even though the Omatikaya greatly respected their chief's son, they never saw him as someone who would be jealous or selfish - like his brother. And boy, they were wrong.

"Did you see how he was looking at you ?" he laughed, throwing his head back and looking at the little stars who glowed on your cheeks.

"You're mean Neteyam..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." his voice trembled as he was trying to calm himself down. "No, but have you seen it..?" he bursted into another fit of laugher, gently laying his head on you shoulder.

"Neteyam !"

"He definitely wanted to hit on you." Neteyam said with a sudden blanked face. When he was like this it was impossible for you to understand what he was thinking. Well, no matter how much time you spent with him you never had been able to read him properly, he was such a mystery and it never failed to fascinate you. Each day was a brand new day with him. "He don't understand, but I'll let it slide."

"He his your little brother, why would he looked at his brother's girlfriend." you asked, genuinely confused, lowering your bow and turning to face him. "He is very nice to me, he don't think of me like that."

"Oh love, you're so sweet, it hurts." he said, towering over you and kissing your forehead in a soft manner that he was only able to do. The only thing that made your heart flutter. "Don't be fooled by those pretty green eyes, he can be a skxawng sometimes. But he's never gonna act on his little crush for you, he knows you're mine." He gently took your bow off your hand and putted it next to you, on the ground, before gently pushing you against the tree you two were hiding behind - not without putting his hand behind your head in order to protect you, he was a gentleman. He looked at your big round eyes and laid down for a kiss, whispering against your lips "My mate. Mine."

"Net'..." you mewled, pushing yourself further into the rough bark. Sensing what was coming, you were getting nervous and oh so excited. Your tail was swaying back and forth and you grabbed it in your hand, clutching it closer to your chest. You were a warrior too. Not the best, but you were skilled. And yet, you still acted like you were just a young Na'vi; not so innocent touches would make you blush and dirty words would make you wonder. And being the nice little soldier that he was, Neteyam loved teasing you. It would come off as cute for the other, but some knew, his brother knew, his father knew, when you two were alone, Neteyam was mean.

 He lowly growled, gripping at the tree, before stepping back and looking at you with that adorable smile that made everyone fall for him. "How much time left ?"

"Four eclipse..."

"I'll wait."

What you loved about your future mate was that he was compliant. When you told him that you wanted to follow every and each tradition of your clan, he was confused at first. His father, the dream walker, did not followed those tradition, he mated with his wife under the eyes of Eywa, he never explained to his son those so called tradition. Their grand-mother once tried, but perhaps they weren't interested as they just waved it off. His father, the chief of the clan, was really open about a lot of thing. If someone would come to him and ask him to do something according to the tradition, he would seek advice to his mother-in-law and work in tandem with everyone. However, since he took the lead of the clan, since the Omatikayas left their Hometree and lost a part of their identity, some traditions got lost along the way. Eventually, when Neteyam was aware of everything which would happen he agreed. No matter what, he was going to agree.

It's been two day and one night. Neteyam did not laid his eyes on you for a whole day. He was tensed, easily irritated, and snapped at his brother more than once. Eventually, Lo'ak decided to let his brother drown himself in his envy of you. Your pretty eyes, you pretty hair, your pretty smile, pretty pretty you. You were like a drug to him and it was honestly concerning his family. Nice and soft Neteyam was angry. How weird.

According to the tradition, you two would hunt during three days. What you caught would be served to the people of the clan. Plenty of food for the feast meant that you were 'worthy', it was the equivalent of the amont of money someone would put on their wedding, except that here it was all about skills. Then, you wouldn't see each other for two days, until the fest begins. You would mate in front of everyone, under the Tree of Souls, and spend the day after together, just the two of you. What a sweet schedule.

"Son."

"Sir."

"Just-... You can call me Dad." Jake sat next to Neteyam - who straightened his back, and a blank filled the air as none of them wanted to speak. "I am- I'm very proud of you. I don't say it often but everything you achieved, it makes me really happy to see that you are seeking true happiness. She's great for you, you are perfect for each other, I know it, please take care of yourself, both of you."

"Dad. Thanks." he thanked his father, smiling at him. But even Jake could see that he was not really there.

"I... This is not the reason why I am here." The dream walker looked uncomfortable, it did not escaped Neteyam's hawk eyes; he was scratching his head, avoiding eye contact and bouncing his legs. If it was another day, he would have laughed, now he just wanted his father to leave him alone respectfully of course. "Those traditions. I understand that those are our legacy. But, you know... What's going to happen tonight, on Earth, it wasn't like that. I just want you to know that if you see me being...uncomfortable, it's because it's weird for me to see my son fuck his girlfriend, you know ?"

"I think ?"

"Good. I'm leaving." Jake beamed, happy to be free from the thought that was taunting him for a few days now. He made a quick escape and left his son is the tent.

"Before we go and fest from their catch, we will witness the love that the mated pair held for each other under the kindly eyes of Eywa. Our ancestors did it and under their wish, we will carry this tradition tonight." Jake took a break and roamed the assembly of blue people who were sat in the same pattern as when they transferred his soul into his Avatar body. He resumed, "But before, the female will perform the courtship ritual for her male. May the bonding start !"

A traditional music arose in the air and the Na'vi started to sing along while the area suddenly glowed blue. Neteyam, who was sitting on the ground, watched with careful yet hungry eyes the silhouette of you, his girlfriend, as you made your way over him, dancing along to the sound of the voices and the rhythm of the drum. You were careful with every step you took, and even though you were not the best dancer out there and was a little bit clumsy on your legs, Neteyam was absorbed. You, pretty you that he has not been able to see for two days. Pretty you that was putting your shyness aside in order to offer him the time of his life, a souvenir he would never forget. So perfect.

Soon enough, you reached him and kneeled in front of him, a slight quiver in your voice as you spoke, "Net'..."

You were breathtaking, and Neteyam was ready to fight gently disagree with anyone who would say otherwise. He took your face between his hands and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, murmuring to your ear praises and words of affection, "Love. You did so well, I'm so proud of you."

"It was all for you."

"All for me, I love the sound of it. My dear."

"My Neteyam."

He was looking at you with so much adoration that it was physically hurting you. A familiar wetness between you leg signaling that you were ready to be mated.

"Net'..." you mewled, not really knowing what you were asking for. Your ears were twitching and you tail flicking, you body was ready, and you were too, but how were you supposed to ask something so filthy when he was there to make love to you. Or so you thought.

"My perfect mate. You are gonna be the mother of my kids. I'm gonna breed you, how do you like the sound of that ? Wanna be full with our love ?" he was whispering sinfully in your ear, towering over you as he slowly and carefully started to push you to the ground, one hand on your belly as he did so. He distanced himself from you in order to look at those pretty glowing freckles and kissed each one of them before kissing you passionately.

He wanted to make love to you, really. But you were so pretty, so compliant when he dragged his hand across your braid and teased the end of it, making you whimper and moan in his mouth. He really wanted to show them all that he was just like they think he was, sweet, nice, caring. And it was true that he was all of that. But seing you so pretty under him ? He just wanted to make you scream, to let them know how mean he was to you, how mischievous he could be when it came to teasing you. He wanted to tease you all night, to fuck you on the long table for everyone to see, both of you surrounded by the evidence of your talent for hunting. He wanted you to ride him on top of the Floating Mountain in order to see your pretty cheeks glowing and match with the fluorescent vegetation. He wanted all of that, all of you. But right now, as he made eyes contact with his brother - who was frowning, he just wanted to show them all that you were his. No more lingering touches or longing stares, they would learn tonight. You can't take a warrior prize.

He slowly made his way down to your neck, licking the skin as if he was no more than a puppy reuniting with its master - but that is exactly what he was. If you were a prize, he was a fool for you, an animal, he could crawl at your feet and tame a Thanator for you. Laying his eyes on your chest, he took a minute to contemplate the complicated jewelry on your top, black beads and gemstone were all over it, the color he liked the most on you. He slowly slipped his hand under it, cupping your breast in his hand. Massaging, squeezing, he couldn't get enough of it, you were like the missing piece, you fitted him so perfectly. 

"Can you imagine it ? Sweet and hot milk dripping from here as you're nursing our child." 

His words made you cry for more. You reached out and hugged him closer to you, still letting some space so that he could continue with his ministration. As you threw you head back in pure bliss, you gaze fell upon the assembly of people behind you. They were singing Eywa's praises and some of them were looking intently at the both of you. It made you feel self-conscious but  excited. Oh so excited. You kept you eyes on them as you were whimpering your lover's praises as he was rubbing your breast from one hand and pressing your pelvis to his, grinding his hips like a horny dog. 

He was trying so hard to keep composure. He could feel their stare on him, and with that the weight of their expectation. He shouldn't lose control. No. He can't lose control. You were making it hard. In every sense of the word. Then, he noticed something. Your tail, which was previously swinging in every direction, was now on the side. Twisted on you left. Just like a fucking animal. You were ready to take him in. And it was enough to make him go feral. Sweet Neteyam gone in the blink of an eye. Now he was not a warrior, a hunter or whatever title the Omatikayas had for him. He was just a man. A simple man with his beautiful girl in front of him. What was he supposed to do ? Fuck you dumb. And that is what he was going to do.

"The tradition. Let's make it just like in the tradition." He literally growled, showing you his teeth, and then easily turn you around, one hand resting on your back and his other arm keeping your ass on his painfully erected cock. "Bend for me love. Look at them when I make you scream my name, look at Lo'ak, let him know that he will never have you. Because you're mine, my pretty little mate. So pretty from the back, so strong, so eager to carry my children, my perfect mate..."

He kissed your shoulder and bent you even more, your hips at the perfect angle for him to finally indulge in his fantasies and breed you.

"Neteyam, I see you. I always do, I always did and I will always see you. Because you are-" your declaration of love was cut short by Neteyam as he grabbed the tip of you braid, softly blowing on the hair to reveal the ligaments in it. You were feeling hot and cold at the same time, your body was falling, or was it floating ? The power that this man had on you was crazy. 

He gently tug on your hair, making you moan slightly, and finally decided to put your bottoms aside. He thrusted his hips a few more time on your ass before finally giving in the temptation as he pushed his length inside of you, making you both moan loudly and making sure to look at Lo'ak while doing so. He was being mean, rubbing it to his face, but he couldn't help himself. When his brother finally gave in and lowered his gaze he gave a few experimental thrust and roamed the area with his eyes in order to look at each man who were hitting on you lately. They all lowered their gazes and Neteyam was finally satisfied. Now, he could fuck you just like you deserved to be fuck, like his good girl.

"Ah you're so good to me..." he moaned, bending over you and licking and biting your ear before retracting to his previous position. He gently grabbed your tail and rubbed it while thrusting into you at an increasing pace. The Omatikayans were reaching the end of the song and the beat of the drum was getting faster and louder. All of this were making you hurried, excited, you were both going at it like animals.

"Ah ! You- You are going too fast, Net'. Neteyam !" you moaned, hiding your flushed face between your hands as your body was swaying back and forth.

"Hum ? Love ? I can't hear you, you- you want me to stop ?"

"No, please, please, Neteyam, love me !"

"I- " he groaned, granting you with rough snaps of his hips, his heart filled with joy and love for you. "I love you too, I see you... All mine, displayed for everyone to see. Yeah, you're mine, my mate."

He slowed his pace and grabbed your braid, looking for a sign in your eyes. And when he finally found it, he took his braid and slowly approached the end of it. Slowly, the filament intertwined and connected to each other, making you gasp. For a second you thought that you could see pictures of your past and you future flash before your eyes but it was soon drown by the weird but Oh! so delightful feeling of an extra appendice, right between your leg. Your body and your mind was connected to Neteyam's one, you were able to feel everything and so did he. It was delightful, exhilarating, blissful. Even when everyone was scrutinizing you and your lover, being the witnesses of your love for each other, you two were in your own world, feeling twice as much pleasure than before. 

"Look at him." Neteyam found the strength to laugh, gently grabbing your hair and turning your head toward his brother. "Mouth it."

Half lidded eyes met big round eyes. Both of your freckles were glowing, face flushed and lips parted. Lo'ak was looking at you. No, he was devouring you. he was enjoying this, because he knew he could never have you. "My Neteyam..." you whispered as an orgasm ripped through your body, making you both completely fall on the ground as Neteyam was also victim of this atrocious and breathtaking orgasm. He filled you up to the brim and pumped his cum in you a few more times before engulfing you in his warm embrace, peppering your face with soft kisses.

The song ended and people bowed one by one before making their way to the banquet, small and enthusiastic discussions being shared between them. The mated couple's families left last, letting their children bask in each other presences a few more minutes. Lo'ak glanced a last time at the two smiling young adult and saw his brother putting his hand on his partner's belly with the brightest smile he has ever seen. Well, if she was making him so happy who was he to be the one complaining about it. He left the place with a smile, already drooling at the thought of getting some very good food tonight.But he had a little problem to deal with before...

[arachine]

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ... i’d follow you anywhere .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡ pairing :: neteyam sully x avatar! reader

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ synopsis :: in which the reader uses her new avatar body to finally show neteyam just how much she loves him… + based off of this thirst!

ᥫ᭡ general tags :: 18+ (explicit sexual content, explicit language), minimal angst (?), lots of fluff and banter lol

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: characters aged up to 20, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, dacryphilia (v tame), corruption

ᥫ᭡ word count :: 2.5k

ᥫ᭡ note :: guys this is what happens when i ask for thirsts!!! i get carried away and never know when to stop ;(( anyway, here, have this while i work on my annual dick analysis for jake & quaritch.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Shh, you’ll see, kitty boy,” you giggled, tightening your grip on his wrist.

Neteyam shakes his head, tongue in cheek. He could never say no to you—not that he wanted to…he always wanted to play with you. He’d follow you into the depths of hell, or whatever the na’vi equivalent of hell was. Yeah, he’d follow you there, he thinks—definitely.  

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[vandnana]

Your Neteyam fanfic was absolutely gorgeous! Would it be ok for you to make another one continuing the already existing one? (Basically part 2)

Keep up the good work tho! You’re great

Your Protector

For everyone who has enjoyed my fics, thank you so much! I got so many requests to make a part 2 for my first neteyam x reader, so here it is :>

 i am making this a series… so more parts to come!

{you can read part 1 here!}

pairing: neteyam x female omaticaya reader  (best friends to lovers)

summary: after neteyam confesses his feelings and you guys become bonded for life, you decide to wait to tell everyone, but Lo’ak figures it out and accidentally tells Jake and Neytiri.

genre: angst and fluff — a lot of Sully family interactions and Jake being a sap about his kids growing up

word count: 4,682

part 3 coming soon!

“You think they’ve noticed how long we’ve been gone?” He asked, playing with your hair as your foreheads were yet to separate from one another.

You sighed, still smiling as you took his cheek into your hands, “Is this your way of telling me we have to go?”

He mistook your sigh for disappointment, placing his hand on top of yours affectionately and leaning back to look at you, “I don’t mean that I don’t want to be here with you. I just meant—“

“My Neteyam.” You interrupted, prompting his mouth to part in surprise, his heart melting at the way you said his name.

His reaction made you giggle, and you took hold of his other cheek, “You don’t need to explain anything. I’m just teasing you.”

“Why do you love to tease me at times like this? Seriously.” He whined, helping you get up as he stood.

“Well, it’ll be a lifetime of teasing for you.” You smirked, before turning around to dive back into the water, leaving him taken aback, his feet still planted on the cave ground.

After you and him finally bonded, Neteyam knew exactly how you felt about him, but he was so amazed at how you could still make him speechless so easily.

You swam out of the cave, entering back into endless ocean. The world suddenly looked more beautiful and felt more alive. You admired what was in front of you, amazingly awed by things you never really noticed before. The colossal anemones and various different plants were waving, as if they were just meeting you, kindly making their cordial introduction with the motion of their seemingly lively arms. The blue water all around was enveloping you into an embrace as the sun peeked through its surface, reflecting shimmers onto everything it touched. The wildlife, the fish, the many wonders with odd-shaped fins, each of them, somehow spoke to you as they swam by, following the example of their plant and anemone counterparts, jovially greeting you with every sway. Turning, you expected to find Neteyam beside you, taking in the beauty as well, but he was not. Instantly, you swam back up past the entrance of your cave.

Taking a breath before propping yourself up on the edge of it, you called out to him, “What are you standing around for? Come on!” Before he could even process what you said, you pulled him in, his body plunging into the water and sending large ripples to its surfaces, ones that quickly dissipated as you swam further and further down.

Neteyam followed after you, and once at the entrance, he called his ilu over, who promptly swam toward the two of you. You motioned for him to come quickly, swimming toward his ilu and petting her affectionately as you waited for Neteyam. He nodded, beginning to follow, but his eye caught the luminescence of two blue shells resting on one of the tall, bulky rocks beside the cave’s entrance. He picked them up, feeling their ridges against his fingers, the paw-like shape intriguing him, but more importantly, the meaning of the shells reminding him of you. Wanting to give them to you as presents, he quickly hid them in the inner pocket of his hip cloth before finally swimming to you.

Neteyam finally took your hand, leading you as you sat behind him, and wrapping your arms around his torso, he looked over his shoulder, making sure that you were ready to go. You nodded, and you caught his expression change as he focused, connecting with his ilu before she started to swim back toward the village.

When you reached the shore, you walked in front of Neteyam, stealing glances over your shoulder as he looked at you playfully. He pulled at your tail mischievously and you smacked his hand, too happy to really be annoyed at him.

“So…” You asked, turning around to face Neteyam, his eyes raised expectantly, nodding as he waited for what you had to say.

“How do you want to tell everyone? We should be having dinner soon, let’s do it then.” Your expression was calm, but Neteyam’s eyes glinted slightly with panic and uncertainty.

“Must we tell everyone right away?” He asked, trying to conceal the veil of nervousness coating his voice.

“Well, yes.” You began, laughing at the absurdity of the question, but Neteyam’s expression remained unchanged, and at the sight, your laugh faded and your smile fell, “You don’t want to.”

Neteyam looked at you with such shame in his eyes, “It’s not that I don’t want to. Please do not mistake it for that. I just…I’m afraid.” His tone revealing how vulnerable he felt.

“What are you so afraid of?” You were concerned and confused, taking his hand and ribbing circles on his palms reassuringly.

“It’s alright if my parents are disappointed in me, but I don’t want them to be disappointed in you. I just— I can’t.”

Your heart broke, feeling tears threaten to fall as you looked at him. When you bonded, you felt beyond the love you had for him. You knew his pain and his struggles. Seeing him in front of you so vulnerable, you wanted be strong. For him.

“You are a good son. The best any father could ever hope for” You smiled confidently before continuing on, “We can wait. for as long as you feel you need to. But, Neteyam, please don’t wait too long. I really don’t want to sneak around stealing kisses forever.”

You kissed him on the cheek before wrapping your arms around his neck. Neteyam, comforted by you, wrapped his arms around you too, “I promise.”

—

Returning to the village, the sun had gone down a fair amount and you were walking back to the hut for dinner. The walkways were bustling as everyone was busy going back to their huts to eat and cook. You had barely noticed the Sully children, until Tuk spotted you, Lo’ak and Kiri following behind her.

“Y/n! You’re back!” An innocent voice called from the distance, and instantly recognizing it, you turned your head.

“Tuk!” You enthused, waving as she approached.

You dropped your knees to hug her, Neteyam patting the top of her head lightly, which she protested to.

“About time you came back.” Lo’ak complained, but, he squinted his eyes at you quizzically, “Where did you guys go anyway? You were gone for kind of a long time.” He was fishing for a particular answer, glancing over at Kiri, who had her arms crossed, unamused by her little brother.

“Nothing special. Just around the reef.” You shrugged nonchalantly, turning your attention back to Tuk, who of course, kept asking you questions about practically everything.

Neteyam furrowed his eyebrows at you, reluctantly playing along, “Yeah,” Neteyam glanced at everyone before his eyes fell on you, the blasé in your voice challenging his pride, “It was nothing special.”

Kiri and Lo’ak looked at each other, Lo’ak giving his sister a knowing look as she merely shrugged at him.

Thinking that changing the subject would help ease him, Neteyam cleared his throat, his voice trying to submit authority, “What have you been doing while we’ve been gone? Hopefully not getting into trouble.”

“Relax, okay? Believe it or not, I was trouble free.” He replied as innocently as he could manage.

But Neteyam didn’t believe him, raising his eyebrows at his dubious little brother.

“Nooo,” Tuk exclaimed, “Lo’ak went out to find Payakan.” Neteyam glared at his brother, but you were suddenly unaware of everything going on around you.

“Who’s Payakan?” You asked.

“Haha. Very funny y/n.” Lo’ak’s face deadpan as he looked at you, but you didn’t have an amused expression, confusion entrapped in the lines of your forehead.

A moment of realization took over as Lo’ak put a hand to his head, “Right, you were passed out when Tsireya was telling the story.”

Neteyam turned to you, still eyeing his brother with daggers, “The tulkun that saved you. He is Payakan. Outcast from the rest of the tulkun.”

“What?” You exclaimed in horrified disbelief, “But, how could he be outcast? He saved us.”

Lo’ak’s eyes brightened, “Thank you y/n. That’s what I’ve been saying, but no one wants to listen.”

“Have you told Jake yet?” Lifting an eyebrow at him.

Faking a smile, he turned to you, “Of course I did! And we all sang and held hands about it.” Lo’ak said sarcastically.

You merely chuckled at him, but Neteyam huffed in annoyance.

“Whether or not he saved you, he is still outcast according to their ways. Do not go back out there and look for him again. It is the rules, Lo’ak.” Pushing a finger into Lo’ak’s chest as he maintained a steely glare against Lo’ak’s irked face.

“Listen to your brother, Lo’ak. Going back to see him is dangerous.” You said, matching the sternness of Neteyam, a sternness that Lo’ak didn’t expect from you.

He looked at you with disbelief but it quickly faded once you winked at him, only feigning your disciplinary attitude. In truth, you wanted to see Payakan too, to thank him for saving you and also to reassure him. He was alone, and that must have been hard on him.

Lo’ak instantly caught on, turning his face away to smile slightly, before walking off, only seemingly angry.

“Lo’ak wait!” You called out, running off to follow him, waving to all of them before catching up to him.

Slinging your arm over his shoulder you were beaming, “How was it really? With Payakan.”

Lo’ak’s grin was genuine, more genuine than it had been in a long time, “Fun. More fun than I’ve had in all the time we’ve been here.”

“That’s great Lo’ak. Really great. Next time you go to him, take me with you.”

He squinted at you, “Are you sure? Neteyam is gonna be so mad at you.”

“Well, let him be. Payakan saved us. I want to see him too.”

His eyes lit up, but it turned to bewilderment, “I’ve seriously always wondered,” He put an arm around your shoulder, “How are you so cool and into my brother at the same time? I really don’t get it.”

You laughed a little too loud at Lo’ak’s comment, “I have no idea what you ‘re talking about. I’ve known Neteyam my whole life.”

This time, he laughed, “And I’ve known you for my whole life. You’re a shit liar y/n. You both are.”

He started batting his eyelashes, mocking your voice as he pretended to be you, “Nothing special, just around the reef.”

You hit him lightly on the chest, but his face remained serious, “Did you not notice my brother’s face? He looked like you just shot him, he was so hurt.”

You looked surprised at first, but shook your head, “Can we just get back on track to what we were originally talking about? Payakan? Let’s go tomorrow, after breakfast.”

“Ah, so you don’t care about your man’s feelings at all? Ouch.” His manner of tone was entirely obnoxious.

“Seriously?” You laughed, tightening your arm around his neck.

Gasping for air, he pulled at your arm, but you only tightened your grip even more. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, okay? Yes, tomorrow after breakfast.” His voice breathy as he took in as much air as he could.

You were about to let go too, but you suddenly remembered something else, “And you better not tell anyone about Neteyam and I or you’re dead.”

“Agh fine fine. Speaking of him….Neteyam! Neteyam!” Hearing his name, even in such a strained state, got his attention, and he ran over with an amused look.

“Neteyam, can you tell your mate here to stop choking me.” He managed to let out, making his brother’s eyes widen.

Neteyam turned to you, his face almost disappointed but you defended yourself, “I didn’t tell him, okay. He figured it out.”

Finally letting go of him, he took a breath in, huffing as he gave you a dirty look, “I take back what I said. You’re a bitch.”

You put a hand on Neteyam’s chest before he could scold his brother, laughing off the insult.

“Aw, Lo’ak that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. You can be so sweet sometimes when you’re not being annoying.” You touched your hands to your heart in fake sentiment.

“Thanks. I try my best.” His sarcasm cutting through his apparent sincerity, his expression dulling.

You broke into a fit of laughter, but Lo’ak just stood there, eyes narrowed at you.

“Come on, let’s just go before we’re late for dinner.” Clearly feeling defeated by how you bested him— just a little too easily for his pride.

—

Walking into the hut, everyone was already sitting down, the corner of Neytiri’s eyes crinkling as she looked at the both of you. “Come, sit. The food is ready.”

You both nodded your head in thanks, smiling at each of the Sully kids, your eyes falling on Neteyam last, twinkling as you let yourself hold his gaze for only a moment before sitting down next to him while Lo’ak sat on the other side of you.

“We are glad to see that you are alive and well, y/n. But, I hope that you waited to get into the water. The saltwater could delay the healing.“ Her voice was concerned, although her entire demeanor conveyed how relieved she felt.

You smiled widely at Neytiri, quickly glancing at your back where you earned your scar. “Thank you, Neytiri. There’s really no need to worry. The scar looks deep, but it does not hurt. I actually raced Aonung today on our ilus.”

Leaning backward, Lo’ak glanced at Neteyam, who was gritting his teeth at the mention of the name, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly as he tried to keep in how affected he was.

“Really?” Jake asked, trying to keep his authoritarian tone but his curiosity got the best of him, “Did you win?”

The corners of your mouth quirked up, beaming, “It was like racing a baby. Too easy.”

“Hey, it’s not right to make fun of the chief’s son,” Jake scolded, making you nod obediently, but he couldn’t contain his proud excitement, “It’s not his fault he went up against a Sully.”

Raising your eyebrows, you looked at Jake in bewilderment, “A Sully?”

“Come on, y/n. Don’t act surprised. You’re a Sully. Always have been.”

“Especially after today,” Lo’ak whispered under his breath, but as soon as it came out of his mouth he mentally scolded himself.

You and Neteyam looked at each other, before your heads went downcast. There was nothing that either of you could do. Jake wasn’t stupid and neither Neytiri.

The room fell quiet, no one saying anything as we waited for him to speak, the silence bearing into our souls as his usual disciplinarian attitude took over.

“What are you talking about?” Jake’s expression rigid as he stared the three of you down. Yet, he was only asking, hoping that he would not be told a lie.

“It’s nothing, Dad. Seriously.” But Jake wasn’t buying into Lo’ak’s attempted reassurance.

Jake’s eyes darted to Neteyam, who avoided his father’s gaze, before he looked to you, “Go take the girls somewhere. I need to have a talk with my sons.”

“But Jake, I am also as much a part of this as them.” You protested, but he instantly refused, “Just do as I say y/n.”

“Yes Jake.” You complied, Kiri, despite the whining of her sister, took Tuk out of the hut with you behind them. You walked a few paces before quickly and quietly making your way back, finding a crevice near the outside of the entrance to listen in.

Jake, Neytiri behind him, looked at them with a cold stare. “Tell us. What happened?”

Neteyam could feel the fear gathering within him, pitting at his stomach in an unbearable way. Yet, from the outside, that fear was nowhere to be found, There was only a serious, fixed expression affirmed by his straight posture.

“We are mated for life. Y/n and I.” The words flowed out easily, Neteyam unblinking as he watched his parents’ reactions.

Outside, Kiri nudged your shoulder, radiant as she mouthed her congratulations. Tuk wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, tugging at her sister to explain.

Whispering, Kiri carefully chose her words, whispering quietly, “You know how mom and dad are together? That’s how Neteyam and y/n are now.”

Tuk, nodding her head, instantly understood, her eyes wild with excitement as she hugged you.

—

“You bonded with y/n?” Neytiri questioned, her eyes were more stunned than furious, but she remained stern in her demeanor.

Jake on the other hand kept his harsh, scolding glare, crossing his arms as he waited for his son’s response.

Your words echoed in Neteyam’s mind, his inner resolve strengthening as he held onto every comfort he felt from you. Despite all the pressure he felt and how afraid he was to disappoint his parents, he had a greater fear now.

Losing you.

He was confident in how he felt about you, his voice strong as he defended himself, “I’m not a little kid anymore. Y/n and I… we’re not little kids anymore. I know this is the right choice, and I know that you know it too. We grew up together Dad and I—“

“I know!” Jake blurted, his eyes becoming downcast, the suddenness shocking Neteyam, and even Neytiri, who looked at her husband with a concerned confusion.

Putting a hand on his head, he reluctantly let the words settle into his mind, “I know you aren’t little kids anymore.”

“Ma Jake.” She said softly, coming up from behind him to place her hands reassuringly on his shoulders.

Her presence calmed Jake down a little as he sighed, glancing back up at his son, his oldest son. For the first time in a long time, Jake’s face was not stern. Immersed in a softened, but contemplative expression, Jake didn’t just look at his son. He saw him. It was as if Jake had put a filter on Neteyam before because suddenly, he looked all grown up. He wasn’t the little son he had taught to fish and hunt so long ago. And suddenly, Jake felt as if his own youth was slipping, his purpose as a father slipping out of his reach as he took in what his son really was. Neteyam was grown, and he had grown into everything that Jake could have hoped for in a son.

Neteyam stood looking at his father with disbelief, not only by his outburst, but also by his rare, soft expression. He was unsure what to do. Neteyam had grown so used to the militant attitude of his father that the contrast of vulnerability made him feel awkward, as if he was forbidden to ever see his father in such a state.

“You’re old enough to make your own decisions.” Jake admitted, his heart slightly aching at the fact. But still, Jake was the father, and although it felt like he had lost grip of it for a moment, he did what he always had to maintain that role, reclaiming his strictness as he began to lecture Neteyam.

“But this was a big decision, Neteyam. Where was your head at?” Jake’s eyebrows furrowing as he waited for Neteyam’s response.

“Well, we know where his other one was.” Lo’ak snickered quietly, but everyone heard him, sending him a death glare.

Neytiri threw her hands up, her voice aggravated, “Must I sew my youngest son’s mouth shut for him to learn?”

Lo’ak’s face dropped, tight-lipped at his mother’s scolding, but he still couldn’t help himself.

Jake’s eyes were expectant as he turned his attention back on Neteyam, waiting for his son to answer him.

You, Kiri, and Tuk were also eagerly waiting, eyes bouncing back and forth between Jake and Neteyam.

No longer afraid or hesitant, Neteyam stood tall in front of his parents. His eyes glimmered and knowing exactly what he wanted to say, he spoke with a conviction that couldn’t be ignored, “Dad, I see her and I love her. I won’t apologize for loving y/n. I am only sorry that you and mom had to hear about it like this.”

You were overcome with such a heartwarming feeling in your chest that you let out a sigh, holding your hand to your heart affectionately as you kept your eyes on your Neteyam. Kiri looked over at you, smiling warmly and putting a hand on your shoulder.

Jake let out a huff, taking in his son’s words. He wasn’t sure what else he could say. There was no authoritarian dialogue left for him to say, no scolding script, or even a strict, reticent glare.

“Come here,” Jake finally let out, hugging Neteyam.

Shocked, Neteyam blinked before finally returning his father’s hug, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He looked to his mother whose hands were at her mouth, the moment making her smile uncontrollably.

“You too, knucklehead.” He called out to Lo’ak, placing his hand on his son’s head. Neytiri joined too, placing her hands around everyone, her head resting on Jake’s shoulder.

“Me too! Me too!” Tuk ran in, squeezing herself in between her brothers,

Jake’s eyes darted over to the entrance of the hut where you and Kiri slowly appeared in. You suddenly felt awkward knowing that you were eavesdropping on the whole conversation. Kiri’s conscience seemed to be clear though as she ran to join her family. Her parents welcomed her, snuggling her in and laughing. You were still hesitant, standing in the door, but smiling at them. They were the family that took you in and loved you for as long as you could remember. You suddenly remembered your parents too, your heart missing them and wishing that they were there to celebrate such joyousness.

Jake and Neytiri both looked over to you, opening their arms, not an ounce of anger or shame could be found in their eyes. Jake raised an eyebrow at you, “Are you really going to just stand there? This group hug won’t be complete without my favorite Sully.”

“Your favorite Sully, dad? She’s clearly mine.” Neteyam said lightheartedly.

“This is really getting more and more barfworthy by the second.” Lo’ak complained, his face in disgust while everyone else hardly shared the same sentiment.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you made your way over, opening your arms as everyone enveloped you into the group hug, this time with you snugly included in the middle.

“You know dad,” Kiri murmured, all of you turning your attention to her, “Even when we’re all grown up and having our own families, you’ll still be our dad and mom will still be our mom. You always say it. Sullys stick together.”

Jake eyed her for a moment, a smile on his face, “That’s right. Sullys stick together. Just don’t grow up too fast like your brother here. “ He paused, taking in the sight of all his children, his eyes suddenly flashed with warning, “I mean it, okay? No funny business, no mates, and no families.” Neytiri glared at him, his expression turned guilty as he added to his response, “…At least not for a while.”

Everyone agreed and after, fits of laughter burst into the hut, engulfing you in an undeniable blanket of warmth. You embraced the moment, internally thanking Ewya for giving you what you saw as a second chance at life, a life with a family that loved and cherished you beyond what you could have ever dreamed. When the Sky People killed your parents, everything had spiraled into an abyss of nothingness, emptiness that had only been fed by the loneliness that crept into your heart after being orphaned in such a tragic way. 

But, the Sullys, they found a way to bring you out of the abyss, starving the emptiness you felt in your soul and filling your heart anew. They were all in your heart, so wedged in there that it was impossible for them to ever not be there. But, your parents still had their place in there too, like shrapnel that was difficult to remove, but a pain to carry. You still missed them terribly, and in this moment of unadulterated happiness and warmth, you felt the flecks of coldness from that shrapnel in your heart, your inner self wishing that they were still around to experience such joyousness with you.

Jake leaned back, looking at you and Neteyam, the rest of the Sullys separating to match his gaze. Clearing his throat, Jake spoke, “As for you two, though…don’t make me a grandfather too soon. I’m still your father and I have the right to enforce that.”

You kept your heart’s shrapnel at bay, managing a smile as you nodded at Jake, Neteyam also reassuring his father of his responsibility to the family and to you. That was all Jake wanted to hear, and with another satisfied grin, he dismissed you all.

“Don’t be late going to bed you guys.” Jake warned, eyes wide at his kids in search for their compliance. The three youngest nodded, bolting out of the hut, but you and Neteyam were slow with your pacing, calmly walking out.

Now that you were out of the hut, you let your smile fall, your head downcast as you played with your fingers, trying to distract from the happenings in your mind. Naturally, Neteyam noticed, holding your hand as you walked, “My y/n, what is wrong?”

Your heart fluttered the way he said your name, relaxing the inching impressions of loneliness that crept up on you, “I am so happy to be part of your family and for your family to be so accepting toward me all these years. But, I don’t know I just…” You paused, tears delicately falling out of your eyes, “I miss my parents so much suddenly, and I don’t know it just feels like I-I turned my back on them for leaving home. I’m sorry if this is too much.”

“No, no it is not too much,” He halted, stepping in front of you, “No one will ever be able to replace your parents, not even us. We know that and it is alright. It is okay to miss them. Loving people also means missing them. Your parents are still with you, y/n. In Ewya. Even though we are far from our Tree of Souls, I know they are proud of you and I know that they wouldn’t want to see their beautiful girl crying either.”

You had no words suddenly, feeling the metallic of your heart’s shrapnel falling away, the tender effect of Neteyam’s words replacing it. You caressed his cheek as he reached up to wipe your tears. Looking down, he reached down into his cloth pocket, sparking your curiosity. His hand revealing two shells, he placed one into your hand gently.

You tilted your head, “What’s this?”

Excitement glinted in his expression, the corners of his mouth upturned into a warm grin, “I saw these by our spot. Tsireya told me that shells symbolize love, so I wanted you to have one and then I will have this one.” He replied, pointing at the other shell in his hand.

The butterflies kicked in once more as you observed the shell, your heart’s pace quickening with every nudge of your finger, “Neteyam, it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful and I…”

You felt the tears around your eyes again as whatever heaviness that could still be lying in your heart lifted with Neteyam’s reassurance. HIs eyes glistened at you with concerned love while you spoke, “Thank you Neteyam. I do not know if I will ever be able to tell that to you enough to really express how much I mean it.”

His eyes continued to gleam as he pulled you into him, your hearts touching as he wrapped his arms around you, “Good thing we have a lifetime ahead of us then.”

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Your Protector

pairing: neteyam x female omaticaya reader (best friends to lovers)

summary: You and Neteyam grew up together, always knowing the feelings you had for each other, but too shy to vocalize it. But, when you leave with the Sullys to seek refuge with the metkayina people, Neteyam can’t help but finally tell you…after seeing you with Aonung

genre: fluff, *smut [at the end]

warnings: kissing, sensual scenes, jealousy

*characters are aged up*

word count: 6000+

— kinda slow burn, but definitely a lot of tension, follows the general story line with many moments between you and him 

part 2 is here!

Neteyam. He always liked to call himself your protector and you hated it. You always told him you could protect yourself. It was one of those things that he admired about you. You could do just about anything. You were practically perfect to him. Nothing could ever change his mind about that. You were his best friend, but the pressure he felt everywhere else always stopped him from ever telling you how much he really loved you, how he sees you and no one else.

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[rori-ol]

My Betrothed pt. 4

Neteyam x F!Omaticaya!Reader, Lo’ak x F!Omaticaya!Reader

Slow-burn story with aged up characters. Neteyam is 19 and Lo’ak is 18. Reader is 18. Everyone else is their movie age. Also this takes place before Avatar:TWOW

Warnings: mentions of death, Smut (but like not Smut at the same time), touching on the throat, begging, teasing.

Summary: A dream Y/n has about the two boys leads to even more confusing thoughts about the betrothal ceremony. Y/n also starts to make preparations for her outfit for the ceremony with help from Neytiri. And Y/n mother finally comes back from her hunt.

Word Count: 1.9k

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"Hmm, Neteyam stop that it tickles." I can feel his hand wrap around my waist. So soft, so slow. His touch is feather soft until he reaches my hip. He squeezes' the skin there pulling a purr right from my chest.

He is behind me, claiming the position of big spoon. I must not be close enough because his grip on my hip tightens and then he pulls me back into him. The air suddenly gets hotter. His front is completely covered by my back. I can feel his growing groin pressed firm against my butt.

"My Y/n." His breaths into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I can't help but try to scoot farther back against him, needing some relief in-between my thighs. This causes a tisk from him, a warning to stop wiggling.

"You have been such a bad girl, flirting with my brother. Thinking I wouldn't notice. Bad girls don't get rewarded do they Y/n." Neteyams hand has now wandered up to my chest. Away, from where I need him.

"Please, Nete. Plea-"

"Shhhhush."

His hand is now around my throat, fingers on my jaw. Still so gentile, and soft, but the gesture takes my breath anyways. He tilts my head around, causing me to look at him. This shifts my position, now I'm almost completely flat on my back. His lips are curved into a smirk. He shifts so he is leaning on his arm, angling him above me.

"Such a needy girl."

I can't help but take in how beautiful he is. His freckles. The cool blue town of his skin. His eyes that seem to see my soul. This is perfect. This is right where I should be, with Neteyam.

He moves his mouth back to my ear, causing his braids to tickle my cheek.

"You want me to touch you, Y/n?" I can only nod my head in approval.

His hand starts back down my body. Only to stop at my chest and slip underneath my beaded top. He pinches my nipples. A surprising sound leaves my throat. Oh, yes. I can't keep my eyes open it feels so good.

"Hmm, you like that?'' His voice is full of control but ever so soft at the same time.

"Yes."

He gives his full attention to my boobs. Massaging and kneading them. Occasionally pinching my nipples. It is so good but not enough. I want more.

"Please, Nete, more." I'm panting at this point. I can't bring myself to open my eyes but I can feel him shift down and then in-between my legs. He grips my thighs and begins to kiss his way around my lower body. And it feels amazing, his lips are soft and just grazing my skin. Leaving goose-bumps in their wake. My hips keep shifting up trying to get some type of friction. He is nipping at my skin and sucking just not where I need him. I reach down and grab a hand full of hair to move him where I need him.

"Stop teasing." I beg.

The kisses stop. A growl leaves my lips and I open my eyes to look at him. Only it's not Neteyam between my legs it is Lo'ak. How?

His eyes are big and wide and full of need. His eyebrows are raised up. He is panting too. I take a look around the room. It's just the two of us. Prefect. Just how he wants us.

"Thought you liked it when I tease you, babe." Oh, I love it.

"I need you Lo'ak. Please." His head tilts a little and his eyes look over his (or maybe his brother's) work has done to my body. My nipples are hard and my top is doing little to hide the rest of my boobs. The loin cloth is hardly covering anything. My legs are spread wide around him. And I am a panting mess.

"Only if you say it." My mind races. Say what? My hand falls from his head and comes up to mine. I cover my eyes in full thought. What does Lo'ak want me to say? He continues to tease me while I think. Small kisses just on the inside on my thighs. It's almost to hard to think. I can feel his breath on my folds. I wiggle some more needing some release. Oh, does he want me to beg him?

"Please Lo'ak, I want you. I need you. Be my mate before Eywa. Touch me in all the ways you don't want Neteyam too." I can't believe the words coming out of my mouth. The last part especially.

“All mine. Not Neteyam’s.”

Some part of that plea must have been right because in one swift motion he is pulling my cloth up and eating me alive. And it is everything I had ever dreamed of. One of his hands come up around my leg and holds my hips down. The other hand making an appearance between my legs just at the edged of my folds. He glances up at me, waiting from approval.

"Yes, Yes, Yes, please touch me Lo'ak." Who am I begging to (for) him, why do I like it?

That's all he needs before wiggling one finger inside of me. His mouth never stops licking and sucking at my clit and folds. His finger begins going in and out of me at a agonisingly slow pace, curling every time it goes in. My legs start to shake around him, feeling the need to close them around his head. I want need more.

"Stop, spread them wide for me Y/n." He only takes a second to command me. I obey.

"More-" I don't even know if I'm coherent enough for him to understand me, but he does. And he obliges by sticking another finger in.

It's enough to stretch me just right. Without giving me a second to adjust he beings an fast pace. In and out. Curl. In and out. Curl.

“Yes, yes, Lo’ak, Eywa yes!” The cry’s of ecstasy fall from my lips.

“That’s my girl. Tell me how good I make you feel Y/n.”

I'm a complete moaning mess now underneath him. I don’t think I could even bring a complete sentence out of my mouth at this point. His name is mixed with moans which is all that can come out of my mouth now. My belly begins to tighten and just as I'm about to cu-

--

I sit up straight on my bed. I am panting hard. The space between my legs is empty, besides the pool of slick that covers my thighs. What the hell was that? My heart is racing as my eyes dart around my hut. My mother is supposed to return from her hunting party today. I am glad to see she is not home yet. I fall back onto my bed roll with a huff.

I try to slow my heart down. But my mind continues to race with images of the two brothers and what they had done in my dreams. I almost wish I could see them but upon hearing the events of that day, Neytiri sent the two boys and their father away until the ceremony on a hunting trip. I was not even allowed to see them off.

Neytiri had come up to me after they left and further explained the situation. Them leaving made sense, their absence in the clan was noticed by me and hung heave in my chest. Neytiri tired to fill the void with random tasks she claimed was from my ceremonial outfit. I knew she was really just trying to keep me distracted.

I had made many beaded items. Two woven and beaded bands for my wrists and two more identical ones for my ankles. Both sets were a bright red with little orange beads string through them. She even made my necklace for the ceremony. Her kindness was strange but so incredibly welcoming from her usual sharp words and actions.

That was 6 days ago. The ceremony was tomorrow night. They would be coming home today as well as my mother. It is going to be a long day. Especially after that dream. Was did that mean. Was I even supposed to dream like that? Was that a sign from Eywa. I had basically begged to Lo'ak mate. Is that what I wanted. Is that what Eywa wanted. But why was Neteyam there doing those things.

A grunt leaves my throat. I can't just lay here and think about this all day. I have to meet with Tsahik to learn the dance tonight. And prepare from my mother's return today. And I most definitely can't go with wet thighs.

---

I decide to wash in the river to clear my head. (And to clean my thighs.) While washing them I couldn't help but wish it was one of the brothers cleaning in-between my-

No, I have to stop thinking about them.

I shake my head free of thoughts. I move further into the water and sit in-between two huge ferns. I'm almost completely hidden from sight. Perfect. The water comes up to my chest and laps around my knees that are pulled up to my chest. I really need to re-focus.

I speed some time channeling to Eywa. Humming cords and hymns that I have learned over my life. I can feel her in me when I breath the cool morning air. Suddenly the world is louder than my thoughts and I am able to fine a moment of peace inside my head.

---

After my bath I decided to clean around the hut. Not that I had kept it messy if my mother's absence but I knew she would be mad if the hut was not spotless clean and everything just where she left it. I had spent almost all morning cleaning when I heard it.

The horn. Signaling the return of clan members. I could only hope it was my mother and not the boys and their father as I rush out the door to the edge of camp. Following the sound of the horn.

My feet carry me fast across camp. I find the rest of the village cuddled around in a circle. I can't see who have arrived, so I push my way farther into the crowd. Please don't be Neteyam and Lo'ak. Please Eywa.

When I finally brake through the crowd I see her. She is standing with other members of the party. She looks the exact same. Their Ikrans spread out behinds them, full of new supplies from raids and hunting. Groups are slowly stating to take stuff off of them.

"Mother!" I make a brake for her. It has been a full month since I last saw her. And despite her half-hearted attempt at raising me after fathers death, I am beyond happy to see her.

She hears my call out and see's me coming her way and simply opens her arms to me. I basically launch myself into her embrace. She smells like the clouds and the forest. I bury head into her neck and the tears start to flow out of me.

"There, there, child. I am home."

"Thank you Eywa. Thank you."

Her arms are wrapped tight around me. She continues to calm me and I thank Eywa for her return and for her good health and everything in-between. In this moment I could stay for forever.

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Secret Cove (Part 3)

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

Neteyam is 18

Contains: new character & secrets, Neteyam fluff, Neteyam jealousy

I break the surface of the water with a fish flapping around in my net. The Sully children, all except Neteyam, study the way I hold it. Kiri frowns slightly, like she’s unhappy with the killing of the fish. I paddle up to the ledge where they all sit, their toes brushing against the waves. 

“It’s our dinner Kiri.” I smile at her and pull myself out of the water. A few villagers whisper from a nearby pod, their eyes following my movement. Rumors about Tonowari’s eldest getting in trouble have spread rapidly. I act like I don’t see their stares. 

“Yea, I know,” Kiri replies in annoyance. Tuk stares off into the horizon, lost in her own world. Lo’ak stares at Tsireya and she pretends not to notice. Everyone seems fine but lessons feel wrong without Neteyam here. Lo’ak had said their father took Neteyam out hunting with the other men. Aonung and Rotxo had looked at each other with shared jealousy. I hadn’t said anything but I know it’s more than just a hunting spree. Guess Jake and my father really do want us to stay apart. 

“That’s it for today,” Aonung says. Kiri immediately jumps up and skips off, Tuk hurrying behind her. Lo’ak pats Aonung on the back before following after his sisters. I sigh. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to see Neteyam again. What if he doesn’t return to our lessons? Should I sneak out again? Risk being caught?

“Sister?” Aonung asks. Rotxo peers curiously at me from beside him. “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” I smile at him, it hurts my face to do it but I do. I haven’t told him anything that happened. I just said that our parents freaked out over nothing. That he had nothing to worry about. That I’m fine. I know he didn’t fully believe me but he knew better than to push me. 

Aonung shrugs before challenging Rotxo to a race. They dive in the water and disappear under the waves. I should return to my pod where my parents are expecting me. Eclipse is soon, and after the trouble I got in, I can’t risk being late. But my rebellious streak still burns through me. I keep hearing Neteyam’s voice in my head, We already broke two rules, what’s a few more?

I’m so lost in thought that I don’t realize someone’s walked up beside me until he speaks. 

“Hey.” I whip my head to the side to find Issak standing beside me. He’s tall with light blue skin and a spear in his hand. His black hair curls around his temples. Issak and I were friends as children. Always swimming after each other and exploring. Our parents used to say that we were destined for eachother. Before everything happened. Before– no. I can’t think about that. 

“Issak,” I say, surprise evident in my voice. “What is it?”

He laughs, the sound rumbles from within him. A familiar sound, one I’ve heard many times before. “I’m just saying hello. Can I not say hello?”

I don’t respond and he tilts his head at me. “How is training the forest kids?”

I roll my eyes and start walking towards my pod. That’s what he wants to talk about? A million memories flash through my mind, mostly of things I want to forget. His footsteps vibrate on the path behind me. 

“Wait,” he says as he places a hand on my arm. “I didn’t mean that. I just want to see how you’re doing.”

“You care now?”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been busy and I… well I heard something about you.”  Dread curls in my stomach. I already know what he’s about to say. He keeps his hand on my arm. His four webbed fingers feel so different from Neteyam’s five soft ones.

 “Did you steal the special alcohol? The ones we use for celebration?” 

The whole village really does know. I try not to groan. “No, I didn’t.” I move to push past him but he places his other hand on my shoulder, blocking me. 

“I’m not judging. We did things we shouldn’t have back when…” he shrugs. “Anyway, can you grab some alcohol for me? Who knows when the Tulkun will be back and we can have a celebration.” 

I freeze. Things we shouldn’t have. I can’t deal with Issak right now. I forcefully shove his hands off me. “I can’t and I wouldn’t,” I reply sharply.

He tries to grab me again. “Wait, that not why I wanted to–”

“Don’t touch me!”

Someone clears their throat behind me. Issak’s apologetic face turns into one of concern. Neytiri stands behind me, her eyes narrow on Issak. He gives her a curt nod before turning and leaving me. 

Neytiri watches his retreating back with distaste, as if she can sense his energy, before stepping toward me. Did she seek me out? My mouth goes dry. “Is Neteyam okay?”

Surprise flashes through her eyes. “He is fine. Out with his father.” 

Relief floods through me as Neytiri cocks her head to the side. “Are you alright?” 

I nod. It’s an easy lie– I’ve been telling everyone that I’m okay. That I’m not bothered by the clan spreading rumors and talking about me. And now Issak; is he going to bring up the past? On top of it all, is the deep ache in my heart, my longing to be with Neteyam. Just to speak with him and see his playful smile. Neytiri studies me, her intelligent eyes looking right into me. I’m convinced she can see my every thought. 

“I was looking for you,” she begins and drops her voice to a whisper. “Up on shore where the trees grow taller, three hours after eclipse. A good time for a ride.” 

What? I’m about to ask her a question but she walks away immediately, disappearing into the village as my people get ready for dinnertime. I look at the sky, eclipse has already begun, sending orange rays of light across the ocean. Three hours after? A ride? 

~~~

I feel stupid. I’ve walked further and higher than I ever have before; I went past the mangrove and palm trees until the ground began lifting up, towards the mountain. And there has been no sound other than my own footsteps. Maybe I misunderstood Neytiri. Maybe she was just sharing some random tidbit with me? I mean there is nothing up here to ride. 

Not that I would know, my people never come up here, everything we need is in the ocean and on the shore. I’m starting to get cold, the night sky glistening above me as I stare at the unfamiliar treetops. The ground feels strange between my toes. That’s it, I misunderstood, and I’m going home. 

I’m about to leave when the ground crunches behind me. I whip around, suddenly scared in this unknown territory. Neteyam stands in front of me and pushes a wooden woven headband onto his head.

“Neteyam,” I breathe, feeling the air rushes out of my lungs. He takes two steps towards me and I run at him, throwing my arms around his shoulders. He stumbles backwards at the force of my embrace but quickly recovers. His strong arms encircle me, warming my chilled skin. He buries his face in my neck and inhales. 

All my worries and anxieties disappear, they vanish right from me, as they always do when I’m with him. Neither of us speak, we simply enjoy the other’s presence. After a few moments, we pull out of our embrace. 

Neteyam grabs my hand. “I wasn’t sure she would do it.” 

“Do what?” 

“My mom. I implied that I didn’t want to be alone tonight but I wasn’t sure if she understood. Definitely wasn’t sure if she would tell you.” 

I squeeze his hand. “She told me. Guess there’s one person who supports us.” 

“She likes you.” 

I hold back my surprise. Neytiri, badass warrior, likes me? I laugh in disbelief. “I think she just wants you to be happy.” 

A playful smile grows on Neteyams lips and he nudges my side. “Oh, you think you make me happy, huh?”

“As a matter of fact,” I nudge him back, “I think I do.” 

He laughs, his shoulders jiggle with the motion. It’s a sweet sound, almost addicting, like a perfect melody you just want to capture and listen to over and over. His whole face changes when he laughs, he seems so relaxed. I’m staring at him, I know I am. He notices and smiles at me, no playfulness— just a genuine smile. 

“You make me very happy,” he whispers. I shrug and make a face that says, I knew it. He rolls his eyes and starts rubbing his fingers in small circles on my hand. “But, my mom does like you. She said you have a strong heart.” 

I’ve never heard that expression. “What does it mean?”

“It means…” He leans towards me and kisses me cheek. His soft lips brush my skin as his scent fills my nose; saltwater and something muskier, like the wood of a forest. “You are brave.” He pulls away and moves to my other cheek. “And kind.” He kisses me again, causing heat to rise to my face. He inches his face up to my forehead. “And full of life.” His lips brush my forehead and I lean into him. I close my eyes as his arms wrap around me. He puts his head down so his forehead meets mine. 

Our breath mixes together in front of us. I open my eyes to find him looking at me, drinking in every aspect of my face. “And beautiful. A beautiful soul.” 

My breath catches in my throat. No one has ever said anything like that to me. I stare back into his eyes, feeling my heartbeat ferociously in my chest. I can’t believe how amazing he is. My mind goes quiet when I’m around him, like it’s finally at peace. A million words stumble through my mind but all I can say is, “That’s not me. That’s you.” 

He shakes his head, his forehead rubbing against mine. “It’s us.” 

I grin, my first real smile in awhile. Neteyam’s pupils widen as he looks at me. He pulls his forehead away and tugs my hand. “I want to show you something,” he says before tightening his grip on my hand running deeper into the mountainside. 

We run for a little until we reach a cliff. Palm trees cover the side of it but in the center, is an ikran. I gasp at the sight of it. It’s colorful wings, a strong neck, and beady eyes. The ikran grasps the side of the cliff, its beak beckoning to Neteyam. The ocean glistens from below. 

Neteyam watches me absorb this sight, his hand never leaving mine. After a moment he says, “I want you to meet someone.” 

Neteyam walks up to the ikran and makes a sound. The ikran behinds their head, rubbing against Neteyam’s strong chest. He rubs the ikran’s head lovingly before motioning for me to join him. I walk slowly closer to him, nervousness spreading through my body. I’ve never been so close to an ikran before. 

Neteyam grabs his hair and connects it to his ikran, making tsaheylu. The ikran’s eyes focus on me as they bend their head, inviting me to pet. I reach my hand out steadily and stroke Neteyam’s ikran. His ikran looks at me curiously as I continue to run my hand down his scales. 

Neteyam smoothly jumps onto his ikran’s back, settling his foot into a grove on the side of his saddle. He sticks his hand out to me. “Come on.” 

“No, no,” I say unsurely. “I’ve never flown.”

“It’s amazing. The view is…” 

“You go, I’ll wait here.” 

Neteyam looks at me, a smirk growing on his lips. “Are you scared, ocean girl?” 

I stand up straight. “No, I’m not. I just prefer not to be way up in the sky.” 

He laughs and shakes his outreached hand. “Come with me. I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

I swallow, doubts swarming in my mind. What if someone saw us? Neteyam’s hand glows in the dark, that gorgeous blue. Screw it. I take his hand and he pulls me up onto his ikran with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. I settle in behind him, my legs straddling his hips. 

“Not too high, forest boy,” I begin as Neteyam shoots his ikran straight up into the air. A scream hurdles out of my mouth as I throw my arms around his waist and hold on as tightly as possible. The wind whips against my face, causing my eyes to water. My heart beats wildly. We are flying completely straight up. “Neteyam!” I yell in his ear. 

I think he’s laughing but I can’t hear him over the roar of the wind. His shoulders shake rhythmically, as if he’s really enjoying this. I squeeze my eyes shut. I shouldn’t have agreed to this. His ikran goes flat. It happens in an instant, one moment we are skyrocketing upwards and now we are smoothly flying in a straight line. 

Neteyam pats my thigh. “You can open your eyes,” he says softly. 

I open them slowly and observe the view. The ocean looks like a dark blanket from up here. I can see the surf like white glaze across the sand. Our village looks so small. The night sky seems so close and the glow from it seems to radiate into my soul. I breathe deeply, feeling the beauty and magic of Pandora. 

Then I notice Neteyam staring at me. I take my hand off his waist and smack him in the arm. “You skxawng!” I yell. “You could’ve killed me!” 

“You wouldn’t have died… maybe just fallen in mid-air for a little…”

I smack again causing him to laugh. “I said not too high!” 

“But then you wouldn’t see this,” he replies and motions to the beautiful view beneath us. “Besides, I would’ve caught you.”

“Mhm,” I mumble as I lean my head forward and relax it on his shoulder. He continues to fly his ikran. We circle high above the village, over the cliffs, and past the reefs. His body warms mine against the wind as I absorb the feelings of flying. It feels like true freedom. I’m glad he showed me this. 

“Hey,” I whisper to him. He turns his head over his shoulder and looks at me. “When the Tulkun come, I want to introduce you to my spirit sister.” 

His lips break apart into a wide smile. “I’d like that.” He places a kiss on my forehead. I wrap my arms tighter around him, enjoying the feeling of my body pressed against his. He places his hand on my leg, his fingers wrapping around my thigh. I wish I could stay just like this forever. 

~~~

I sit on my ilu, absorbing the daylight as the ocean water skims my legs. The Sully kids, my siblings, and me, all sit on our ilu’s in a circle. Our lessons had begun early today but I didn’t mind. Neteyam is here. I had a feeling Neytiri said something to Jake about letting him come. I owe her so many thanks.

He’s right next to me, his skin reflecting the light from the water. I try not to stare. We’ve been keeping us a secret, especially from our families. But it’s hard. I find myself always gravitating towards him. He always looks at me from the corner of his eye. Or he’ll playfully try and grab my tail when no one is looking. Except, Lo’ak and Tsireya saw him this morning and they shared a knowing look. 

“What should we do next?” Aonung asks the group as we float on the surface of the water, the village behind us. 

“Let’s keep diving!’ Tuk cries from her ilu next to Kiri. 

“Argh, not again Tuk,” Lo’ak says and rolls his eyes.

“You never want to do what I wanna do,” Tuk pouts. 

“You always want to do lame things. That’s why you always follow us around.” 

“No I don’t!” Tuk says angrily. 

“Lo’ak,” Neteyam’s stern voice comes out. “Don’t start.” 

Lo’ak grumbles something under his breath as the others begin talking about other things to do. I giggle softly. Neteyam’s voice is so much deeper when he is trying to be stern. He looks over at me, hearing my laugh. He narrows his eyes at me like he knows what I’m laughing about. 

His ilu swims into mine causing me to jerk forward. I gasp and look up at him. He shrugs with a look on his face that says, I didn’t do it. I accusingly shake my head at him before telling my ilu to swim into his. Just before our animals connect, he dodges away. 

“Too slow, ocean girl,” he says confidently, an arrogant grin sneaking onto his face.

Oh he’s gonna eat his words. I’m just about to tell my ilu to swim right into his when an all too familiar voice speaks. 

“Hello.” 

My stomach drops. I turn around to see Issak swimming right up to us. Aonung and Tsireya wave at him. If only they knew… 

Kiri and Tuk watch him curiously as he joins our circle in the waves. Lo’ak and Neteyam both assess him, trying to figure him out. Issak greets my siblings before turning his gaze to me. 

“Can I speak to you?” 

“I’m busy.”

He smiles at me, his charmer smile. “It will only be a moment.” Neteyam’s gaze sharpens at Issak’s expression. 

I nod. I can’t turn him down without getting questions from my siblings. Issak motions with his head for me to follow and turns from the group. Neteyam watches me, his eyes guarded. “I’ll be right back,” I say. 

As I swim out of the circle, Lo’ak’s voice floats after me, “Yo, he looks badass. Better watch out, bro.”

“Shut up,” Neteyam responds, an edge in voice. 

I shake my head. Issak is far from badass. He waits for me a little ways from the group, his head bowed down as he pats his ilu. Every nerve in my body is telling me to turn around. Issak is a reminder of too many things. Things I don’t want to remember. He looks up as I reach him, his blue eyes twinkling dangerously. 

“Two visits in one day,” I say flatly. 

“You’re a lucky girl,” he smirks. 

I roll my eyes and look back at the group. Neteyam is watching us. I can see the tension in his shoulders from here. He asks Aonung a question. Aonung turns and looks at Issak before beginning to respond to Neteyam. Great, who knows what he’s telling him. 

“Got a thing for the tree lover?” 

I snap my gaze back to Issak, anger brewing in my gut. “What do you want?” 

Issak sighs and looks at the sky. I bite my tongue to keep from saying something rude. I look back at the group, Aonung is still talking to Neteyam. Lo’ak inches closer to them, straining to hear their conversation. Tsireya watches me worriedly. Neteyam’s eyebrows clench together and his eyes never leave me. 

“I don’t have all day,” I snap at Issak. 

“I miss you.” 

My jaw drops open. Issak reaches his hand out and puts it on my shoulder. I’m completely frozen. I can’t believe the nerve of him. He starts to rub my shoulder, his webbed fingers feeling foreign on my skin. 

He swims closer to me on his ilu so his face is right next to mine. I don’t move. Too many thoughts swirl through my head. He leans forward and says, “There’s things I want to talk to you about. About the Sully’s and the sky people. They—”

“Hey,” a stern voice says. My head snaps up at the familiar sound. Neteyam. He straddles his ilu, leaning forward slightly with a certain sharpness to his features as he stares at Issak’s hand on me. “What’s going on?” 

Oh, no. I shove Issak’s hand off. “Nothing we were–”

“Just chatting about the past,” Issak cuts me off with a smirk. He slowly places his hand back in his lap. “Our history.” He looks at me and winks before saying, “I’ll see you around.”

He leaves, dipping beneath the surface of the water, before I get a chance to respond. Lo’ak and Aonung watch from a distance, surprise coating their faces. Neteyam swims in front of me, his ilu greets mine. He raises a faint eyebrow at me. “So, who’s that?”

“No one,” I reply, not wanting to talk about Issak. 

Neteyam looks at the empty space where Issak had sat. He turns his head towards me, his golden eyes a darker shade than usual. “I don’t like him.” 

I laugh. The sound escapes my lips before I have a chance to stop it. Neteyam’s eyebrows turn downwards. “I’m serious. He has bad energy, ocean girl.” 

“Jealous?” 

Neteyam scoffs before glancing at me shyly. “No.” 

I nudge his shoulder. “Mhm, so if I went to see him–”

“No.” Neyetam closes his eyes like he cannot fathom the thought. 

“You are jealous!” 

“I’m not! I just looked over and saw his hand on you and…” He trails off, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. I find his hand from beneath the waves and slip my fingers through his. 

“And what?”

“And I wanted to rip his hand off.” 

“Neteyam!” 

He sighs and squeezes my hand. “You can do anything you want. I’m not jealous.” He stares at me, his golden eyes growing darker by the second. “But if he lays a hand on you again, I don’t care who I have to go through or what rules I break, I will make sure it’s the last thing he ever does.” 

My mind goes blank. Neyetam’s gaze is so intense, I know he isn’t kidding. Something flutters in my stomach and spreads throughout my whole body. 

I struggle to find my voice and my words come out in one breath, “Sounds intense.”

He leans into my ear and whispers, “You can’t even begin to imagine.” 

I’m breathless as I stare into his darkening gaze. I’m not even sure what he means but his husky voice repeats over and over in my mind. I want to kiss him, reach out and grab his shoulders. But we’re right in front of the village, anyone could see us. As if he read my thoughts, he says, “Tonight. Same spot, same time.” 

I immediately nod, causing a curly strand of hair to fall in front of my face. He reaches out slowly and twists the hair around his finger before tucking it gently behind my ear. I can’t help but smile softly at the gesture. His fingers slide across my skin longingly. He pulls away and smiles before swimming towards the village. 

I watch his retreating back, how his dark blue skin glistens in the daylight. He’s so beautiful it makes my heart ache and makes my mind go blank. My stomach flutters at the thought of seeing him again, of flying above the ocean, and kissing him. 

Later that night, we went flying. I sit on the back of his ikran and allow myself to get lost in the sky and in his arms. And after hours of flying, we settle into the sand and whisper to each other. We share kisses beneath the night sky. His body keeps me warm and protects me. I feel so safe with him. His shoulder relaxes and my favorite smile of his spreads across his face. It’s a lazy smile, his most relaxed expression. 

He tells me things he’s never told anyone before and I do the same. Our noses touch as we laugh at each other and with each other. I feel like I could let all my walls down. And I almost do. Each time he gives me that smile. Or our lips collide. I want to tell him everything. Even what happened back with Issak. All the things we found out. But each time I open my mouth, ready to spill, nothing ever comes out. 

Neteyam holds me on top of the sandy cliff as we lay on the ground, his ikran settling in beside us. Neteyam’s breathing begins to slow and his eyes drop shut. I watch his calm face, so serene in his sleep. Everything will be okay, I tell myself but each time I close my eyes– I see Issak’s face with a lethal look in his eyes.

Secret Cove (Part 4)

Neteyam x Metkayina (oldest daughter of Tonowari, the chief) Neteyam is 18 Contains: Neteyam fluff, protectiveness, and angst Warnings: m

Thank you for all the support!!

I tried some different things with this part so let me know what you think. I'm not sure how I feel about it

Part 4 there will be: Tulkun returning, a celebration, and secrets revealed.

Do you guys like fluff or more angsty type scenes with Neteyam? Let me know what you want to read!!!! Also let me know if you like new characters or not (be honest lol) Thanks again<3

[goldenchunkycat-deactivated2024]

This post is probably going to get lost but imagine that there's like this ritual where you have to mate in front of the whole clan. Like, they see nothing sexual in it, it's just tradition, but Neteyam restraining himself in front of all his people cuz he just wanna be the perfect little soldier example and show them how he loves you, but there's also this part of him who wanna fuck you dumb because you're so good to him, pleading and mewling for more, and you look so pretty underneath him (especially since he hit it from the back). He wanna keep quiet but can't help it, he's just groaning like an animal every time he feels you clutch around him.

"Ah you're so good to me..."

"All mine, displayed for everyone to see. Yeah, you're mine, my mate."

"So pretty from the back, so strong, so eager to carry my children, my perfect mate..."

ugh

[fanofvariousthings]

I’m going to loose my mind oh my god I would give someone my soul to write this

[goldenchunkycat-deactivated2024]

Hum, I’m doing it, give me your soul pretty please 👉👈

[fanofvariousthings]

NO WAY IM SCREAMING YOURE AMAZING TAKE IT ALL!! <3

[goldenchunkycat-deactivated2024]

This post is probably going to get lost but imagine that there's like this ritual where you have to mate in front of the whole clan. Like, they see nothing sexual in it, it's just tradition, but Neteyam restraining himself in front of all his people cuz he just wanna be the perfect little soldier example and show them how he loves you, but there's also this part of him who wanna fuck you dumb because you're so good to him, pleading and mewling for more, and you look so pretty underneath him (especially since he hit it from the back). He wanna keep quiet but can't help it, he's just groaning like an animal every time he feels you clutch around him.

"Ah you're so good to me..."

"All mine, displayed for everyone to see. Yeah, you're mine, my mate."

"So pretty from the back, so strong, so eager to carry my children, my perfect mate..."

ugh

[fanofvariousthings]

I’m going to loose my mind oh my god I would give someone my soul to write this

[suuuupernovaaa]

asap si

‘ASAP SI [English] to be shocked, be startled

Adult Neteyam returns home to find you’ve grown into a beautiful woman, and you’ve been keeping a secret from him all these years.

18+   |   1,177 words

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[arachine]

— ❝on this fateful night...two hearts danced.❞ ˚₊✩‧₊

ᥫ᭡ pairing :: neteyam sully x human! reader

ᥫ᭡ synopsis :: in omaticayan culture, a young na’vi male does not yet become a full fledged adult until he passes one of two rites of passage: 1) choosing an ikran, and 2) carving a bow from the wood of Hometree (and/or choosing a woman). reader is now 20, and the only man she’s ever loved is expected to choose a wife soon. one day when she overhears a rumor concerning neteyam and the first woman in line to betroth him, reader is struck with grief, ultimately venturing off deep into the forest where she knows nobody will follow her—somewhere forbidden. however, unbeknownst to her, a certain someone follows her trail…

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ general tags :: 18+ (explicit sexual content, explicit language), angst, fluff

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: characters aged up to 20, use of alcohol, inebriation, size kink (kinda), vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, riding (no penetration), m/f ejaculation, squirting…i took some things out but i think that’s it?

ᥫ᭡ notes :: what a long week this has been…but we made it! i cannot believe the first thing i post after being on hiatus for months is blue alien sex. anyway, i hope you all enjoy. also, be mindful that the dialogue switches between formal and casual. it’s something that i noticed neteyam and kiri do a lot in the movie. for what reason? idk…but the big font after the read more is intentional bc ik some ppl complain that the small font hurts their eyes :3

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“You have been wandering off by yourself a lot lately…” 

There goes that attentiveness, you could never put anything past her—Kiri, that is. She was just too good (to a fault), and though her keen eye and emotional intelligence were extremely useful, they were also the most aggravating traits about her. 

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[barb-l]

Obsessed with this concept

(the fact that the ravens annoy the wolves sksksnsjksn)

[hapalopus]

Just watched a chat between James Cameron and Denis Villeneuve (the director of Dune) and here are some interesting snippets from JimCam:

As the story evolves, part of Avatar will take place on Earth

The 3rd movie is way too long right now and JimCam is struggling to cut it down

Movies 2 and 3 have basically been produced like a 6 hour miniseries. They were filmed 100% concurrently. A few scenes from the 4th movie were also filmed at the same time

The child actors are “allowed to age 6 years in the middle of the story on page 25 of movie 4.” Completely unrelated reminder that it takes a little over 5 years for the ISV to travel from Pandora to Earth :3c

James Cameron mentioned that one of the advantages single movies have over movie franchises is that the audience can’t be sure if the characters are all gonna survive. When movies are serialized with no clear end in sight, the audience knows the characters are gonna survive because the characters have to be in the next movies… which I agree with considering I felt absolutely nothing at the death in Spider-man: No Way Home because I was so sure they would just undo it

“I’m not afraid [of the advent of streaming services], I like change. I’m a child of the 60s, I like it when things are chaotic. But, uh, what we can see is an expanded form of cinema. I wanna do a movie that’s 6 hours long and 2½ hours long at the same time - the same movie. And you can stream it for 6 hours or you can go and have a more condensed, immersive version of that experience in a movie theater. Same movie - just one is the novel and one is the movie.”

They spent 6 years developing simulcam technology for the first Avatar so they could film the actors directly in the CG environment. Part of the reason the sequels were so long underway is just that simulcam technology wasn’t good enough for JimCam’s vision and all the underwater stuff he wanted

The sequels have a “messianic throughline” that’s partially inspired by Dune. There’s a scientific explanation for every single thing that happens, but you don’t have to accept the events in a secular way. You can choose to believe in spiritual explanations instead/in tandem with the scientific facts.