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I dont know what you mean

Neteyam Sully x Cave na'vi!fem!oc

art by g0relust on reddit (I think)

Summary: After the campaign to mine all of the unobtanium on Pandora, Fe'nus and her clan was viewed as collateral. They were left among caves more hollowed out than previously, forcing them to seek uturu from neighboring forest clans.

Cw: nothing really, a little rushed, stubborn!oc

A/N: pls more na'vi skullets they're so chic.

Fe'nus' eyes were watering as she wandered through the forest with other iy'lan clan warriors. Everything felt unnatural, too open.

It felt shameful walking into the forest settlement, heads lowered, feet sinking into the moss under them.

Children ran away, adults whispered to each other as they peered put of their kelku's. The walk towards the middle of the settlement, towards Jake Sully, felt like hours.

When the troop approached the olo'eyktan and his family, they bowed their head, dropping to one knee. It was only 4 na'vi. Fe'nus, Op'ka, Motan, and Inyer.

"Oel ngaati kameie" Inyer spoke first, being the leader of the party.

Jake Sully returns the favor, stepping forward and waving his hand for you to get up.

"No, none of this. What is your business here?"

"Our caves have been decimated by the sky people. We seek uturu as we rebuild." Inyer's voice was solemn, humble.

"How long is this supposed to take? Where is your Olo'eyktan?"

"We do not know sir. Our olo'eyktan is very sick. we are few and will not take up space"

Toruk Makto stays silent, watching his wife and her mom, Mo'at, approach, examining the na'vi.

Fe'nus is silent, tail wrapping around her leg as she looks around. All Iy'lan's had limited vision, not using it much in the dark caves.

"What can you offer us?"

"We are strong hunters in the dark. And our silk is the lightest, most breathable fabric around."

"...You may stay here. But you will learn our ways." Mo'at speaks, pointing a finger towards Op'ka,

"Go, get the others."

With a quick nod, Op'ka runs back into the brush, towards home.

"The rest of you will learn from warriors similar to you."

Suddenly, Jake Sully speaks up, "Inyer will be with Tarsem, Fe'nus with Neteyam, Op'ka with Lo'ak, and Motan with Kir'ayna."

Needing a break, Fe'nus walked to the outer rim of the settlement, where the brush got exponentially thicker. Everything happened so quick. Not only did she have to live and learn this new world while rebuilding her home, she had to be taught by toruk makto's oldest son.

She hated men who acted smarter, better than her. She was a mighty warrior whos taken down countless RDA mining vehicles, not a dumb child. She was squatted on the ledge of a lake, preferring to be close to the ground, compact just like the positions they held in the caves.

Behind her, she heard the small pitter patter of a child's feet. It was a small girl, four fingers, the olo'eyktan's. She looked hesitant, scared.

The little girl spoke with a shrill voice, "Hi, miss" She had her fists balled up to her chin with a tiny toy widdled from wood held in them, feeling it for comfort.

"Hello." Fe'nus turned around, still crouched, hunched over. The child looked... scared? She knew the iy'lan looked different and a bit less unappealing to other clans but geez.

"I'm Tukirey, whats your name?"

"Fe'nus."

"Can you see?"

"Can i see?"

"My brother Lo'ak says you guys can't see."

She laughed a bit, amused by the youngest daughter's cluelesness. "We can see. But as a secret between us? Not that well. I ran into like 3 trees on my way here."

Tuk giggled, swaying back and forth. "I never run into trees!"

"Maybe you can be my guide so i dont crack my head open."

"ok. but not all the time"

"yes, not all the time. i can tell youre a busy girl."

"come have dinner!"

Fe'nus followed the girl, making out the shape and light of a fire and lots of blue figures.

"Tukirey, do you want to meet my friends?"

Tuk thought for a little. To her, the newcomers looked scary. Pale skin, taller than regualr na'vi, and sharp teeth that were often bared even if it wasn't in an aggressive gesture.

"It's okay" Fe'nus soothed, "They're nice and if they aren't I can beat them up."

"..ok"

She led the little girl up to the group of pale figures, smiling at them. Iy'lans often have less hair than most na'vi, cutting it down to the scalp in very intense hairstyles. Fe'nus could tell some of the omaticaya were eyeing them up, some in confusion and judgement, others definitely likijg the mysterious bad boy persona her male counterparts seemed to give off.

The warriors were very receptive to tul, sitting down on the ground to be closer in level to her, laughing and joking and telling stories from the caves. All was well and it felt as if this child was less judgemental than these grown adults. That was until a boy around Fe'nus' age approached. He was tall, composed, a cummberbund, tweng, and flight visor adorning his body.

"Tuk, it is getting late. Come with me."

"But these are my friends" Tuk whines, wrapping her arms around Fe'nus.

"It's okay, Tuktirey. I will be here tomorrow" Fe'nus laughs, unraveling the kid's arms from her neck.

Neteyam tilted his head, "You are Fe'nus?"

"Yes."

"I will be mentoring you." He smiles slightly

"We will be working together" She corrects, hating the idea that he suddenly thinks he knows more than her.

"Yes, of course. Do you want to walk Tuk with me? You can speak properly with my parents. I'm sure they'd like to meet who ill be spending lots of time with."

"Then Op'ka should come to. He will be training with your brother." The Iy'lan boy was like a tounger brother, the same age difference between lo'ak and neteyam.

His disappointment was visible, but his politeness persisted, "Of course."

Fe'nus grabbed Op'ka by the back of his neck, pulling him up to come walk with the Sully siblings, Tuk in the middle of her and Neteyam.

"Neteyam, she's taller than you!"

"I'm still growing"

The walk was short, an almost straight path to the kelku. It was nice, like all of the others, a show of how there was oneness in the clan.

For Fe'nus and Op'ka, everything either felt too cramped or too spacious. Usually for them, sleeping quarters in the caves were wide and open, big expanses of stone with levels of silk weaved by the long, giant, 8 legged insects that lived among them, having a mutualistic relationship with the na'vi. Even walking felt odd when most iy'lan spent their lives crawling in the tight gaps between cavernous recreational areas.

"Thank you, for letting us into your home." Fe'nus says quickly, glancing at Op'ka to nod in agreement. There was another forest boy looking around Neteyam's age, maybe a little younger. Op'ka stood slightly behind his friend, unsettled by the more human like features of the family. It wasn't hostile and he knew he was safe, it was more just an uncanny feeling.

Jake was polite to the two, he saw bits of Lo'ak in Op'ka and could sense them training together would either be the best decision he could've made. "No need, sit."

That night was quiet in a warm way. Talks weren't filled with tense compliments or inquiries but rather jokes and tales from above and below ground.

--

The next couple weeks of training were... interesting to say the least. Although Fe'nus would say the opposite, it was absolute hell. She usually picked things up so well. Lurking was in her veins but its like the forest made it 10 times harder. Every twig snap, leaf crunch, or brush of a branch made her lose her sanity more and more.

It didn't help that her 'mentor', Neteyam, thought her whole way of living previously was revolting. If she showed him how she used special mud to make her head not ache after reshaving the front of it? too stinky. Showing him that the meat of a hulinko bug was actually very tasty and the shell can be used as a bowl? Yuck! She just couldn't win with him.

"Op'ka said Lo'ak is a really good teacher. He even killed a viperwolf." the girl muttered while going over how to sharpen the tip of an arrow for what seemed like the 1000th time.

"I am not Lo'ak and you are not Op'ka. Our process will be different."

"Are you saying they're better than us?"

"No, just different."

"You would struggle all the same if you were in my position."

"I'm sure I would."

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"No! no." Neteyam can sense her defensiveness, not wanting to upset her.

"...Ok."

--

Seasons changed, so did families, yet Fe'nus seemed to be just as grumpy even with her improvement.

"You'll hurt your hand tying it like that." Neteyam's voice had considerably softened over the past couple months, noticeable to the people closest to him other than you apparently.

"Let's hope I do. I'd rather be on bedrest than be here."

"I think the forest suits you. You are strong."

"That's cause you haven't seen how exceptional I am underground."

The boy chuckled, tilting his head, "Yeah?"

"Yes." She nods with full certainty.

"When you've rebuilt, you'll have to show me..."

--

Everything came rushing back so quick. Minerals, silk, shelters, pathways all restored as much as they could've been. Iy'lan people were leaving by the bunch almost everyday, yearning for their homes.

Yet, Fe'nus, so eager to go back to her greatness, found herself sitting by the edge of a pond, nowhere near the cold, damp rock underground.

Large, soft footsteps approached behind her, eventually planting themselves right next to you.

"You were right." Neteyam spoke, looking at the same flower petal drifting on the water that you were.

"I'm right about a lot of things. Be specific" She giggled, bumping her foot into his. Spending a significant time around him, it was almost impossible to not become close in one way or another.

"About how I'd be just as helpless if the roles were reversed."

"Oh yeah? what made you realize?"

"I saw people returning, how much they cried seeing family after so long. I couldn't do it."

"I'm sure you couldn't, mama's boy."

"I'll miss you."

"You'll still see me."

"Not as often as usual"

"And why is that so important to you?"

"Fe'nus-" Neteyam sighed, the girl was always extremely confrontational, not in a bad way, just in a way he couldn't avoid.

"No, tell me"

"I'm sure you can guess"

"Tell me."

"I haven't been subtle"

"I want you to tell me to my face, Neteyam."

"I like you"

"I know you do. You like lots of things."

"Why are you so difficult?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"I like like you. In a romantic sense."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What're you gonna do about it?"

"I guess you'll just have to find out"

--

(A/N) sorry if this feels rushed at the end and for any grammar or punctuation mistakes!

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I'm cooler than you pt.1

z.yf. x fashion designer!reader

What happens when an incredibly respected yet elusive fashion designer works with a young idol for an editorial shoot and said idol starts to care a but more than he should?

cw: smau, probably bad humor, short, Giselle (aespa) is here

A/N Im sorry to my avatar followers ill get back to posting soon😭😭😭 this is my first time doing an smau so i made it pretty short lmk what you think

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Letter Home.

Neteyam x Desert Na'vi!reader

While foraging and hunting near a desert clan's territory with other warriors, Neteyam found the only girl he has ever wanted.

Cw: kind of doomed but the ending is up to you?

A/N: I took some inspo from actual nomadic and other desert cultures lmk if ya'll liked it

Traveling away from the forest, Neteyam always realized how small he was compared to the moon he lived on. oceans that could swallow him whole and continue its constant flow. It made him think, feel, and flying through the desert again made him feel this tenfold.

Preparing for the next wave of hunters ready to go through their iknimaya and dreamhunt required special herbs that could only be found in the dry terrain.

It was always difficult to forage for them, so the omaticaya warriors assigned to the yearly mission usually negotiated with the clans residing there to trade for the plants.

Though, even that was hard. most clans were nomadic, constantly travelling wherever the wind took them. Norm said it reminded him of the bedouin people back on earth.

Neteyam's mostly greenish-teal ikran with hues of red and purple swirled without contrasted greatly with the sand beneath him. He led the group of warriors in silence, face calm as he surveyed for any sign of life.

Then he saw it. Or more so, them. A group of na'vi below in traditional red and sandy beige body paint rode on direhorses evolved to blend in with the warm hues of the environment.

A cry ripped from his throat to warn the tribe, the Ol'mia that they were above them before diving down, signalling for his party to follow.

The Ol'mia people dismounted from their rides, some using the universal gesture for 'I see you.' as Neteyam landed, walkinf forward but keeping a respectful distance.

"Oel ngaati kameie" He speaks, looking towards the olo'eyktan, Yo'ek. The Ol'mia were adjusted to their environment. Tall, thin, a build that retains energy and expels heat. Their wear consisted of fabric wrapped loosely around the men's heads, some covering their face apart from their eyes. Women wore coin headresses that flowed with their hair, uncut. All had this dark coal applied on the waterline to take the strain from the sun off of their eyes.

Yo'ek returns the greeting with a stern but knowing look. The omaticaya always came at this time of year, three moon phases after the coldest night they would experience in the desert. He turns to his people.

"Neteyam of the omaticaya, son of toruk makto" His voice travelled but was less harsh than leaders from home, voice not needing to project as much to reach through the trees and padded ground. The citizens looked shocked, heads lowering to show respect.

"No, please. This is not needed." Neteyam's ears flatten slightly against his skull, the weight of his father's title always resting heavy on his shoulders. "We should come to you with our heads lowered for we are the ones in need of your resources." His tone was ever respectful, the peacemaker everyone saw him as.

Soon after, the tsahik, mi'nat, stepped forward to speak, "Come, I will take you to our herbalists"

The woman started walking before Neteyam coulds respond, his unpainted skin following her closely towards a group of women speaking amonst themselves with their direhorses next to them.

Most were around his age, looking up and giggling as they saw the boy, whispering to each other.

Neteyam wasn't bothered, used to women speaking on him even in his own clan. Well, he wasnt bothered until he saw someone specifically, you.

Seeing you was like a breath of fresh air, finding an orchid hidden in thick brush.

He stepped forward, head bowing, "May I ask if me and my party may accompany you to find the resources we need? we will adapt as well as provide any needed services." He asks humbly, knowing even though it was a yearly affair, it was still respectful and expected to ask.

Some of the younger girls and women giggled while emthusiastically nodding, rushing over to 'greet' the party of warriors from the nearby by foreign clan.

Among them was you, looking curiously while leading Neteyam and his party around, showing them what was what and what dangers to look out for. For you, the ikrans were a strange sight, squaking and flapping their wings while hovering in the sky above the vast dunes.

Your friend, Luz'ica, was eyeing one of the omaticaya boys with long dreads reaching his mid-back. It wasn't just the boys who were interesting though, the female warriors just as nice and dare you say even more receptive to change than the males.

--

After the first two days teaching the forest party how to traverse the desert and forage, Mi'nat decided it would be best if each warrior was assigned a buddy to teach them so it was more organized.

It was awkward at first when Neteyam approached you asking to be partners. Of course you wouldn't say no but teaching a regular warrior was different than being toruk makto's son's companion for the next couple weeks.

To be Ol'mia, you needed to act like Ol'mia. These warriors were like babies with narrow and weak ankles which was not good for traversing the soft sand.

"Come, you must paint yourself" You gesture towards Neteyam. Your own paint captivated him, body mostly covered in the sandy beige with a red stripe across the eyes and another starting from the bottom of your lip down to below your loincloth down the center of your torso.

Neteyam looked down at the bowls of minerals mixed with water, unsure of how he should adorn himself as if he was truly part of this clan and needed to decide a style to wear for the rest of his life.

"Can you do it for me?" He asks, his voice was always kind and sometimes a bit embarrassed when he had to admit he couldn't do something.

"If you can not choose, copy someone else" You say, pressing the bowls into his hands while helping the rest of your clan set up camp for the night.

When the nighttime meal was finally served, you saw Neteyam walk up to get his rehydrated sternbeast meat. Drying out and rehydrating food was most efficient for the Ol'mia so it was lesser weight on the direhorses' backs as well as it lasted much longer during times of hunger. When you laid eyes on him, you had to blink twice, seeing your exact body paint mirrored on the omaticaya warrior.

You didn't say the first thing that came to mind, instead just nodding, "You look smart."

The boy sheepishly smiled and nodded, taking the bowl and walking over to the bonfire. His tail lightly swished behind him. Although nothing could beat the forest, the desert was such an enjoyable environment to be in and not just because of the people.

As he stared at the starry sky, view unobstructed and free of trees and foliage, the cries and yipping of the clanspeople dancing around was almost like a white noise on these hot and humid nights. Even though this life was the opposite of the stability he usually experienced, fluid and ever moving, he could go to sleep with a smile on his face.

--

The next few days were filled with smiles and laughs. Walking around constantly without having a place to call home was a pain, but turns out being on the move all the time cause the Ol'mia to find crazy games and forms of entertainment. Currently, he was crouched down next to you, watching you admire a gorgeous, spindly, almost scary flower blooming.

"It smells." He scrunches up his nose, ears flattening against his head.

"it's what makes your dreamhunt ceremonies so special."

Neteyam winces remembering the psychadelic trip caused by the herbs he took alongside the scorpion sting causing his visions that every rising omaticaya adult had to go through.

"Maybe thats why I don't like it."

"It's also the flower on my top you like so much" You add on, a beaded chest piece covering your torso with a preserved bloom incorperated into the middle, something similar to mo'at's top she usually adorned but with tones more fitting to the sandy surroundings.

He just stayed silent, continuing to watch you, eyeing the traditional coin headress. You were the most beautiful creature on the whole of pandora according to him, but in your clan's attire, it was as if you shined even brighter. maybe it was just how in your element you were, how it was like a part of your soul.

"Will you visit me after I need to go home?" Neteyam asks, looking up at you expectantly.

"It may be seen as innapropriate"

"Why?"

"We are both unmated, people would assume many things."

"Does it matter what they think?"

"I would not want to be on many women's bad sides."

"My mom would like you."

"The warriors from your party tell me you two are much alike."

"You talk to people about me?"

"They talk to me about you."

Neteyam doesn't say anything after that, a small smile on his face while collecting some roots of his own. He was part of the conversations you had outside of just teaching him. that was a start, even if you wouldn't get agree to seeing him after this period is over.

--

Later, Luz'ica approached you from behind, grabbing you while smiling.

Your head swivels around, smiling just as brightly, "So, how is it going with your guy? What's his name?"

"Tar'nuk? he's so strong and talented. I wish he would open up more though. It's like talking to a really sexy rock."

"Yeah, I think thats just how the forest people are. Neteyam is the same way."

"They're so serious, what's life if you don't live it?" Your two's conversation was a direct reflection of the Ol'mia way. Unserious, fun, carefree. Even the most serious of warriors weren't constantly on guard unless prompted to do so.

You nodded in response to your friend, thinking about how those are the reasons youd much rather mate within your own clan, someone you can share the same mindset with. You understood the other young foragers' affections to the dark and mysterious type. And honestly, they should go for it.

The one thing you did enjoy about the foreign clan was the ikrans. They were so gorgeous fascinating, only something you've seen in the sky, never right in your face.

Neteyam's ikran, Ku'mi, was gorgeous with a mostly tealish-green body, dark purple and reddish accents swirling around the leathery skin.

"He's nice." Neteyam coaxes, gesturing for you to approach the winged animal.

Your hand reaches out to touch it's snout. It was warm, but hard and leathery. The collection of herbs was almost over for the warriors, them preparing to leave. it was always a ceremony, the two tribes meeting where the sand transitioned into the mossy forest ground.

"Does he attack?"

"Not you. Never you."

"How would you know"

"He's my best friend"

"I thought your little brother was your best friend"

"Lo'ak and i are close, but Ku'mi and I spend all of out time together"

"Lo'ak seems fun"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. More fun than his brother."

"Am I boring to you?"

"No, just you and your whole party are very rigid"

"We are doing our assignment"

"You're not in imminent danger, its not like you need to constantly watch your back. This isn't the forest."

"You can never be too careful."

"When's the last time you've seen an animal out here other than our direhorses, let alone a dangerous one."

"The sky people are back"

"We have nothing they would want, they don't even have us on a radar."

Neteyam stayed silent, but keeping his tense posture.

"If you're gonna copy my body paint, you can't give this style a reputation for being boring and uptight. Come."

"Come where?"

"You're going to dance" You demand, leading him towards a huge bonfire with warriors, foragers, artisans your age all dancing and laughing around playfully. There was no music, just the yipping and hollering of the na'vi.

"We dance in my clan as well."

"I know, the blue flute clan, but you haven't danced with us." You smile, joining some of your peers, hopping around the fire, forcing neteyam to join you.

"You are so horrible at dancing" He laughs, staying in your orbit.

"You are horrible at having fun!"

--

The day has come, the Ol'mia finally walking somewhere with a purpose, meeting where the grains of sand mixed with the greenery, standing parallel were the omaticaya, cheering as families hugged their warrior children who had been out for the last weeks.

Toruk Makto, Jake Sully, stepped forward, gesturing to say 'I see you' towards Yo'ek. The two olo'eyktans come bearing gifts for each other, Yo'ek with the herbs the omaticaya needed for dreamhunt and Jake Sully with the meat from a thanator since the tribe's food was scarce.

The ceremony was short and sweet, just like it was every year. Ol'mia never liked to stay in one place for too long. Plus, its not like the tribes were close, it was just a mutualistic relationship.

--

Something was different in Neteyam after coming back. Neytiri was the first to greet him, bringing him into an embrace and stroking his braids.

"Ma'teyam" She speaks, relieved.

"Hi, mom" He mutters, tone not as happy or excited as his family expected.

"What is wrong?" She pulls back immediately, cradling his face.

"Nothing, mama-" He starts before one of his warrior buddies that was on the trip cruised by.

"He's just upset cause he had to leave his desert girl" His tone was smug, joking, every omaticaya in the trip knew about neteyam's feelings towards the girl, it was no secret.

"A girl?" Neytiri asks, searching her son's eyes. He had never shown interest in anyone before, so this came as a surprise. She should've known, the usual Neteyam she knew would never paint himself in another clan's traditional paint, sticking stubbornly to his omaticaya roots through and through.

"It's not like that.." The boy says quietly, ears flattening on his head like he was being scolded even when he wasn't.

"Not like what?"

"We're not like together"

"But you like her?"

"It doesn't matter. I won't see her again."

Neytiri could sense her son felt cornered, so she backed off.

"You should speak to your father about this." She wasn't mad. If anything she was hoping her son would begin to bloom, even if it wasn't with a woman from any of the forest settlements.

"It's not a big deal, mom.."

"He will be able to help more."

"I just don't want to" He says a bit more aggravated while storming off to go speak with other warriors. He didn't like the topic, his family knowing he had feelings, bringing up a girl who couldn't care less about him.

--

Later that night, neteyam sat in the family kelku, eating away from the rest of the clan, completely alone. Alone until his father stepped in, sitting next to him.

"Your mother told me about the girl." Jake says, a sympathetic look on his face while resting his hand on his shoulder.

Neteyam stayed silent, instantly tensing up. Why were they so insistent on this?

"You know, you're growing. That includes considering a mat-"

"Dad, stop" The boy's face was burning, embarrassment seeping through his whole body.

"All I'm saying is, if this girl is really that special, you should consider."

"She won't leave the desert. ever."

"...You don't need to constantly be a strong warrior, son. If you need to clear your head, maybe visit the desert, my lips are sealed."

"..."

"You're a good kid but when it comes to this stop thinking with your head so much" the older man states while nudging his son's temple.

"Use this." His hand rests over his chest, patting it before the rest of the family rolls in.

--

It had been weeks. Weeks of no sleep. Weeks of distraction while trying to lead trainings. He couldn't stop thinking of you.

It was late when he decided to visit Ku'mi, to hope on the ikran's back and take that short trip to the desert, eyes scanning for the big bonfires the Ol'mia would set up at night. He painted himself, not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb while finding you.

He knew he was there when he heard celebratory yipping and hollering even though there was nothing to celebrate. He landed a considerable amount away before walking up, blending in with the crowd.

When he spotted you, he immediately grabbed your arm, pulling you away before you could even realize who he was.

"Excuse- Neteyam? Why are you here?"

"I missed you." Neteyam states, hands resting on each arm. You two were away from the bonfire, the light barely touching you.

"Come have fun with everyone then. I'm sure you missed ti'ko as well"

"Not in the same way ive been missing you."

"Oh, I'm special?" You tease, lightly punching his arm.

But Neteyam's expression remains serious, "I couldn't live knowing you don't know how I feel about you."

"How you feel about me? What, do you hate me and I just didn't know about it?" You giggle a bit, joking always in your nature. Plus, it was a bit awkward saying nothing.

He states your name, firm, pleading for you to be serious just this once. "I have feelings for you, romantically. I want to be with you."

You look shocked, unable to process what he was saying. Him? You? He was so serious all the time up until recently, if you had to assume youd think he hated you.

"Neteyam.. We can't abandon our clans"

"I know."

"So how do you expect this to work?"

"I don't know. Please, stop talking about that. I just want to be with you for a little."

You smiled a little, happy to see Neteyam soften, pulling him into a hug. It turned passionate very quick, tumbling to the ground under his weight. It wasn't sexual or anything like that, just two people laying, holding each other.

Your fingers trailed along his braids and kuru, his breath calm against your ear. Honestly, you'd probably be celebrated if you finally decided to mate even if it meant leaving the clan. But that also came with assimilating to the omaticaya. Being without your body paint felt like being naked, staying in one place forever felt like a prison.

"I do like you, Neteyam." You start, still letting your bodies mold with the sand

"I like you more."

"But you will be olo'eyktan one day. that is a big honor"

"What are you trying to say"

"I can't keep dragging you back here. one day it will be your turn to lead and you can't afford to give that up because of me"

"Being your mate is more important to me than being a leader and warrior. It would be the most honorable title of them all."

Maybe just visiting the forest settlement once to see what they were about wasn't a bad idea at all.

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Its filthy, disgusting pt.2

Aonung x Fül'nit!reader

Of course Aonung didn't want the sky people to attack them... But he would be lying if he wasn't excited for a certain warrior from a reclusive clan to spend more time near the reef.

part 1 Part 2

cw: sub!Aonung, slightly suggestive

Your arms burned from the workout of sharpening your arrows. The stone, so used to being underwater, was becoming dull in the salty air. Reminded you of yourself.

Although, you were never truly alone and left to rust. You almost wished you were...

Your name echoed from outside the mauri, Aonung peeking his way in before advancing and sitting next to you.

"How are you adjusting to the reef?" His tone was revrent, as if he truly, deeply cared.

"I do not wish to speak to you, Aonung." Your sharpening becomes more tense, robotic.

"I got you this" He says, ignoring your request and pulling out a dagger from behind his back.

It was gorgeous. The blade was made of this transparent, teal rock with the handle bound with the dried esophagous of a skimwing that he had successfully hunted, the same one who's tooth resided in the middle of his necklace he wore constantly.

"It is very sharp, I would know." He smiles while pushing the handle of the dagger into your hands, his covered in tiny cuts.

"Yeah?" You questioned, putting down your arrow. Daggers weren't a common weapon for the fül'nit since it wasnt as aerodynamic as the specialized arrows.

"Mhm." His tone is proud as he nods.

Big, teal eyes stared at your defined biceps as they flexed under the tension of gripping and releasing the dagger. The skin was so supple, scarred. Wow, a real warrior. He could imagine it, you being able to overpower him easily.

"We should spar together." His words came out without a second thought, body perking up while following it with,

"it would help us learn each others way of fighting."

"You will lose" Your voice is calm as you stand up, walking towards the training grounds. You didn't spend much time in the village, staying mostly in the water with different hunting parties, wanting to go home.

Aonung followed eagerly behind, tail swishing close to the floor.

--

It was intense from the start, a fluidity to the way you two weaved around each other. You were more calm, composed, flowing around his arms reaching towards you.

"Stop speaking to your father about me" You demand while blocking his elbow from connecting with you.

"I'm not."

"I know you are. he keeps calling me up for strategic meetings."

"Because you are a strong warrior." He grunts a bit after being kicked in the sternum, stumbling back.

"Strategic meetings about the future of the clan."

"Maybe he wants your imput."

"I can't imagine what imput I would have on who you should mate with for a 'strong future'" Your foot stomped on his tail, a whine escaping from his throat.

"I never spoke to him about you."

"Don't lie to me."

"I would never lie to you" Your name rests on his lips, tone sincere.

Using your foot on his paddle-like tail, your knee jabs into the back of his legs, making him buckle onto the floor. Your arm wraps around his throat in a headlock, you right against his back.

"Promise"

"I promise" His tone is a kind of pathetic you've never heard from his mouth. It sounded pained, clearly, but he never moved from the compromising, vulnerable position.

You stood, shoving him to the ground as you released him, foot digging his hand into the ground. The feeling of making him wriggle, putting bruises, marks on his body was surprisingly enjoyable.

it's not like you were alone in your feelings. Aonung, helpless on the floor, found the image of you walking away on to whatever is new after showing how easily you can overpower him made him feel fulfilled. He got exactly what he wanted out of this sparring session.

A/N: i need to get better at writing longer chapters😭😭. Would ya'll want like smut bc ive never written it before. I want to know where ya'll want the story to go

Taglist: @cynaxi @mocha-bearz @cabragargantachatz

[jankisokay]

It's filthy, disgusting

Aonung x Fül'nit!reader

Of course Aonung didn't want the sky people to attack them... But he would be lying if he wasn't excited for a certain warrior from a reclusive clan to spend more time near the reef

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Fül'nit- A reclusive clan living in deep, underwater caves outside of Awatalu's reef. Dark, valvety navy skin, gills on the sides of the neck, webbed fingers, communicate using clicks and the same sign language the metkayina use.

cw: sub!Aonung

Part 1 Part 2

It was a rush of adrenaline for Aonung as his father, the Olo'eyktan, rallied the villagers to gain support for fighting against the sky people. It was a mix of emotions. Anger, bitterness, and a crushing sadness at the loss and threat against the tulkun.

It was a let down when Jake Sully, Toruk Makto, convinced the clan leader to stand down. Why should they? The tulkun were their brothers, why listen to an outsider who is the whole reason this is happening, yet he backed down. He had no agency, especially against such a respected war hero.

Although they stood down for now, the risk of an ambush called for drastic measures. And that included calling for backup from a people that rarely surfaced, the fül'nit.

The transition was slow. First just the deep water Olo'eyktan resided among the reef people, but that then turned into the tsahik, their children, then almost all of the fül'nit had taken residency there, just for the extra security.

For Aonung, this was a welcome change. He remebered when he was little visiting the clan, meeting the leaders, warriors, and you. It was an infatuation, something haunting him every breath he took. He had his fair share of metkayina women and even more as he grew up, yet none of it interested him as much as you did.

So that's why, his hunting duties had 'coincicentally' aligned with yours. He was quick behind you as you traversed through the weaved village.

"It is nice to see you again" He uttered your name while smiling, eager to please and make a good impression especially after so many years.

Your gaze swept over him, unimpressed. The Fül'nit did not speak much since na'vi didn't quite carry through the water very well. clicking was much more effective as well as just simple signing, but the clan still did learn the language of pandora for communication with other clans.

"I've heard things about you, Aonung." Your voice was quiet, a little off-putting since it clearly wasnt used much. your whole demeanor was odd, ghostly, but thats how he liked it.

"All good things?"

"No." You said while your pupils snapped towards him. It was clear when she surfaced, when she watched him when he wasn't aware, he was a bully. Or at the very least, someone unpleasant to be around

"I'll prove everything you've heard wrong, don't worry." His tone was optimistic, trying to put on the ego that usually comes naturally to him.

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Hunting with Aonung was not a pleasant experience. He was loud, real cocky, and just reckless. He insisted on going far away from the reef, in akula territory. It was late and you had met your needs, sitting on a solitary rock in the vast ocean.

"We should hunt together more." Aonung's voice carried out for what seemed like miles, the boy had no sense of quiet

"Aonung. Quiet" Your head almost robotically turned towards him.

He wasn't used to being told what to do and listening. He wasn't used to listening at all, but his tone lowered, "Sorry, ma'am."

You liked that, liked his obedience. It was like taming a wild beast. An annoying, loud, wild beast. But how far coukd you really push it?

"Your attitude disgusts me, Aonung" You say, hand gazing where the sheath to get dagger was.

"I-" His ears pin back, head slightly lowering while still looking at you.

"Apologize."

"I'm sorry." He responds almost immediately, the cocky boy now completely timid, tail curling around his own leg. If he was standing, it'd probably be tucked between his legs.

"Good." Your tone was dismissive as you eased back into the water, mounting your ilu, not needing to command him for him to follow suit.

--

Ever since that day, its like Aonung has made it his mission to be in your sight, for you to boss him around. It's always:

"Aonung, be quiet"

"Aonung, carry this back"

"Aonung, apologize"

And he always obliged with a tail tucked away and ears folded. he may be a strong warrior, but with you he felt two inches tall, right where he wanted to be.

Right now, you two were sitting on the edge of the woven village, feet grazing the top of the water. You were braiding yourself a necklace from shells you couldn't usually get in the deep water. It was tedious work, but made easier with Aonung on the side, handing over whatever shell you needed.

"Go back to your mauri" You said, knotting off the necklace. It was late, wouldn't want his family getting the wrong idea.

"I don't want to."

Your head snapped to the side, a little shocked. "was it a question?"

"I want to stay with you" He said, your name trailing soon after. He was much quieter, soft.

"And do what?" you say, toying with the strands of curly hair that weren't braided on the back of his head.

"Spend time with you."

"Aonung."

"yes?"

"When will you give up and start to find a real mate?"

"huh?"

"This whole act you have, it is silly." Your hand runs its way all the way down his kuru till it falls out of your grasp.

"It is not an act. I want to court you."

"I won't change. Do not expect me to."

"I don't" He sits closer, pupils blown so wide the color of his eyes were swallowed by them.

"You can't and won't control me."

"I don't want to."

"I don't like dominant men."

"I can be anything you want."

"I don't like you"

"I'll change."

A/N: do yall want a part 2 or likeee

[jankisokay]

Crave You pt. 2

Neteyam x Warrior!reader

Moving to awatalu was already hard for Neteyam, the pressure of adapting to becoming a great warrior even in the water didn't help

A/N: feedback always helps I'm very new to writing/tumblr!

cw: teacher!reader, down bad Neteyam

Part 1 Part 2

Ease your mind. Make the bond. Feel the water glide past you like air. Currently, thats all that was going through Neteyam's mind as his kuru tethered with the ilu. He had tried riding before with varying success, but everytime it felt like the creature was almost overwhelmed. Maybe it was just bad luck, maybe the animal was just mirroring his own state.

You stood at his side, looking out towards the horizon. He had been getting better over the weeks, almost ready to start real a real warrior's training. You knew he could do it. He was strong on an ikran, strong when he started treating water the same way he would air, letting it move over his skin all the same.

"You know yourself, Neteyam. Eywa does as well." He was such a worrywart, constantly overthinking. You could tell by the way his eye would twitch the slightest bit, hands repeatedly adjusting his omaticaya cumberbund.

"Thank you." His lips uttered your name with deep respect. Yes, you two were the same age, but in his mind you were stronger than he could ever be.

His hand held the rein and he mounted the creature, eyes closing as tsaheylu was formed. He breathed, making sure his lungs were full and steady before diving ubder the water. His eyes eased their way open to assess his surroundings, manuevering around the reef and back towards you. As he resurfaced, his lips resisted breaking out into a smile so he could look at you, make sure you were pleased.

"You did good. You will be a strong warrior." Your voice stayed as it usually was, a tinge of pride behind it.

Neteyam was silent, nodding his head to match your composed energy.

"Strong like your mother." Your words escaped you, but you weren't going to take them back. Neytiri was a fine woman, it was hard to not deeply respect her. Anyone being compared to her is bearing a heavy title.

"She likes you." The na'vi boy brushed back his braids which had gotten a bit frizzy due to the salt water.

"It is an honor. Come. I will take you to the braiders." You continued back toward the shore, not looking back to make sure he was following.

"Kiri braids my hair"

"It is fine work. But for your hair to stay safe in these conditions, I would recommend you go to yi'lat." Yi'lat, a good friend, braider, and admirer of Neteyam. They would be a good fit. She was soft spoken, kind, and definitely willing to find a mate.

"Can you braid?" His yellow eyes traveled to you, head low while trailing beside.

"Not alone. I'm not saying you need a metkayina braider. Maybe kiri can do your usual routine but use the oils we do." You weren't a talented weaver, sticking to your skills of combat and hunting.

"You should help her, teach her about how to weave sea resistant hair. Come after dinner." The request was bold, but in his defense, shouldn't his family get to know the girl he was spending most of his days with more?

"I do not believe im well equipped enough to teac-"

"You have been more than qualified in teaching me. Come" His tone was more insistent, but polite.

--

And thats where you ended up. After dinner, you had helped clean the clan's dishes before Neteyam led you to the Sully family's mauri. The first person you saw was Neytiri, greeting her

"Oel ngaati kamaeie" Your hand extended from your forehead and down, head nodding.

The mother responded in kind, going back to patting a sleepy tuk's back.

As soon as you stepped foot onto the opening of the weaved home, Kiri excitedly approached, "Come, sit."

Your legs folded under you to sit down on the floor, looking to see if the Sullys already had all the oils needed to not cause the salt water to mat the hair.

Neteyam sat with his back to you and kiri, his sister already working on undoing his braids.

"His hair will be more brittle than usual, be gentle" You comment, grabbing the oils and butters and ointments from a basket.

"This is why i dont put my hair up" Kiri jokingly comments, the tips of her fingers getting coated in tiny flakes of sea salt.

"Here, apply this oil to the scalp" With you holding out the jar to kiri, the corners of her mouth raise an almost unnoticeable amount.

"Can you do that for me while i take these down? it will be much quicker."

"...Okay. But i am not skilled with hair. Once you learn to use these properly, you will not need help." You say while dipping your fingers into the thick but cooling oil. It was made using the glands of a kijo, a fish commonly used in metkayina cooking. Using the whole animal was required, and the glands held an oil that was very cooling and light on the skin.

Moving to sit in front of Neteyam so you weren't in Kiri's way, you rubbed your fingers over his scalp. You avoided eye contact with the boy, focusing on the frizzy, coily hair.

Neteyam's eyes almost completely closed, his head leaning into your hand for a deeper massage. Even if the touch was mechanical, simply to teach his sister how to preserve the strength of his hair, he couldn't help but relish in the touch.

"When braiding, we coat each strand in this wax. do not do it too thick or else it will be heavy and hurt the head" You handed the 4 fingered girl a jar of a dark wax, dyed to blend in with the color of the dark na'vi hair.

While Kiri continued working on Neteyam's locks, you took a second to look around. The mauri was bigger than your own to fit more than one person. The weapons were different, especially one that caught your eye. it looked like an arrow, but the metal thing on the tip looked foreign.

"What is this?" You asked, sitting closer to but not touching it.

"Trash. From the sky people" Neytiri interjected with a quiet but spitting tone.

"Mom" Kiri started, an embarrassed look on her face in front of the new visitor.

"Oh, what does it do?"

"Nothing that Eywa would approve of." Muttered Neytiri.

You slightly backed away from it, sitting near neteyam.

"So, is your other son Lo'ak out with Tsireya?" Before you could get a response, Aonung appeared at the entrance of the family mauri.

"Neteyam, may i pull you away?" The metkayina boy didn't meet anyone's eyes as if he was forced to be here.

--

It had been a couple minutes without Neteyam, making pleasant conversation with kiri and Neytiri before all you could hear was the eldest Sully son's voice, stern while approaching his father.

"Tell him."

You peeked toward the edge of the weaved pathways, kiri close behind.

...Loak was lost?

[jankisokay]

Crave You pt.1??

Neteyam x Warrior!reader

Coming to Awatlu wasn't easy for the Sully family, especially Neteyam. The added pressure of staying a great warrior in this new environment wasn't helping...

cw: teacher!reader, neteyam is down bad

Part 1 Part 2

Neteyam was a reflection of where he came from. He was like a tree, steady. He knew his place and stayed there and that worked for him when he was in the forest. All of the Sullys' lives were flipped upside down when moving to Awatlu, but Neteyam was particularly affected. You knew this more than anyone.

"You are still stiff" Your voice was firm but not rude, both of you sat in water that only went up to the sternum. Tsireya, Aonung, and Rotxo were supposed to train the Sullys and its not that they were doing a bad job, but the olo'eyktan's daughter seemed much more interested in teaching Lo'ak rather than his brother. And the eldest sons were too busy mocking to teach properly. Neteyam's younger siblings had learned enough for simple everyday life among the metkayina, but for him, having already gone through iknimaya, he had to also learn the ways of the warriors he would stand beside.

"I'm sorry." Neteyam's ears pin back with shame. Tsireya previously explained breathing techniques with incredibly detailed and helpful words and examples, but he just couldn't. "I don't know what is wrong."

"Neteyam. clear your mind." Your palm places itself firmly on his diaphragm, closing your eyes to feel his breathing. Your own breathing matched with the ebb and flow of the tide.

The na'vi boy's brow bone furrowed with his eyes closed. He was trying. He couldn't emphasize how much he was trying even before he moved here, but now even more so. Sensing the quickening of his heart and breath, you sighed quietly, quiet enough to where he couldn't hear before speaking

"You can't force a connection with the ocean, Neteyam." Your fingers creep up to his chest to feel his heart more clearly.

Your name creeps from his lips, golden eyes downcast, "What am I supposed to do? Feeling the water is all everyone has been asking of me." He felt frustrated. He didn't even want to be here. He wanted to go home. It made him mad how his family seemed to so easily forget where they came from.

"I think we should end for today. The healing tents would do you good" You weren't rude nor dismissive. The healers were good for soothing massages. You got up, helping him out of the water.

"I didn't mean-"

"It's nothing, Neteyam. I just think you need rest. You're not in your element."

"I really am a worthy warrior" He looks towards you, following close behind. His tone was defensive as if on instinct.

"I don't doubt that. This isnt against you, Neteyam. Go back to your family or the healing mauri. We can speak in the morning."

"We will speak?" He says, his eyes searching yours. He was a good student, always eager to please.

"Tomorrow. For now, don't think of anything regarding training" Knowing he wouldn't stop following, you led him to a healer near your guys' age, sitting him down. "Just give him a massage. use the forest oils we get from the wind traders" Your voice was polite but stayed stern. You knew he would like the scent of what he knew as home lingering on him. It was clear he yearned for that given how he stuck to his traditional omaticaya wear compared to his family who quickly adapted to the metkayina standard.

Making your way back to your mauri, you sat down on the woven mat made of palm leaves. If only he could just change his perspective. He didn't need to try and force himself to be so reef based. He didn't need to learn the movement of waves from scratch, he already knew wind like it ran through his veins. He just wouldn't recognize how many parallels there were between land and sea.

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The next day you couldn't make it two steps out of your mauri before being met with the forest na'vi following right beside you. His hand wrapped around your forearm, looking at your face to see if youd lead him anywhere for the conversation you promised. He was clearly eager to learn, to get better.

"Neteyam, two seconds?" You asked, raising an eyebrow to see if he could spare a couple seconds while you fully woke up and had morning meal. You always made an effort to be kind to him. the boy was going through a lot and she saw the pressure he was put under as the oldest sibling.

His head lowered immediately, hand letting go, "Yes, sorry." His ears flattened while looking towards the others around just waking up.

Sensing his embarrassment, you spoke, "Would you like to accompany me?"

"Yes" He answered almost instantly, head shooting up while going back to following.

"You know, you and your brother aren't as different as you think"

"we are very different. Ever since birth." He laughed a bit, shking his head.

"You sounded like him for a second. He had just as much difficulty as you are having learning" You laugh, looking towards Lo'ak sitting with Tsireya. "I think he's just had some extra motivation"

Neteyam's smile stayed plastered on his face. His teacher seemed to make everything, even his hardships on this island, feel lighter. "My baby brother is growing up before me."

"It's alright, we're late bloomers" Making your way to the gathering of food, the boy was close behind. Your hand rested on his stomach to stabilize both of you while sitting down. "Your breathing, it is perfect."

"Perfect?"

"Yes! Eywa, you're so composed. Neteyam, what do you mean this has been taking you weeks?" You almost rolled your ankle with how quick you grabbed his forearm, rushing to the shore

He couldn't help but laugh as he was dragged towards the water that he had loathed since moving here.

(A/N: I've literally never written before would anyone want a part 2 or any other suggestions for a story?)