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hii so sorry that i havent been updating much or even uploaded the full fic!! ive been so caught up in my personal life to write much, might even move accounts since i dont use this acc anymore.. but ill update yall soon about that!

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── .✦Pairing; Neteyam x clueless reader!

⤷Synopsis: In which Neteyam, tries to court Y/N, a girl so clueless where she always mistakes his flirting for being a good friend,leaving a frustrated warrior to wonder how to win a heart that can't take a hint.

⤷Warning: cringe ahead, sorry :(( Masterlist

── .✦ Neteyam often wondered if the Great Mother had simply forgotten to give Y/N the instinct part of her brain.

As the eldest son of Toruk Makto, Neteyam was trained to see everything. He noticed the slight shift in the wind before a storm, the hidden shimmer of a thanator eyes in the dark, and the way his father looked at his mother when he thought no one was watching. He was a creature of subtext and precision. Y/N, however, was a creature of pure, unfiltered sunshine—and she was driving him absolutely insane.

He watched her now from the edge of the clearing, his heart doing that annoying, frantic flip it only did for her.

Y/N was currently sitting in a patch of phosphorescence moss, her tongue poked out in concentration as she tried to teach a group of small forest children how to make whistles out of seed pods. She was a vision of chaotic grace, her braids were perpetually messy, often caught with stray leaves or glowing spores she hadn't bothered to brush off. To the rest of the clan, she was a sweetheart with her head in the floating mountains. To Neteyam, she was the only girl who mattered.

From Neteyam’s perspective, his life had become a series of failed romantic gestures that Y/N consistently mistook for community service or extreme friendship. He would spend hours practicing his smoldering warrior look in the reflection of a river, only for Y/N to walk up to him and ask if he had something stuck in his eye.

"You're squinting, Neteyam," she would say, leaning in so close he could see the gold flecks in her irises. "Is it a bug? Do you want me to blow on it?"

He didn't want her to blow on his eye, he wanted her to realize that he was looking at her with the intensity of a thousand eclipses. But Y/N was the kind of girl who would find a bouquet of rare, romantic flowers left at her sleeping mat and assume the wind had simply been very organized that morning.

She wasn't stupid—far from it. She could track a palulukan through a swamp and recite the history of their ancestors. But when it came to the language of the heart, she was effectively illiterate. She treated every Na'vi in the clan with the same bubbly, gentle kindness, which meant Neteyam’s special treatment didn't feel "special" to her. It just felt like Neteyam being Neteyam.

To her, Neteyam was the reliable, strong, slightly-too-serious boy she had grown up with. He was the one who pulled her out of thorn-bushes and shared his fruit. In her mind, they were a team—like two brothers, or a pair of very close cousins. The idea that he might want to Tsaheylu with her was a concept that sat somewhere outside her realm of possibility, right next to the idea of a mountain flying away.

Neteyam would watch her from across the fire, his tail twitching in agitation as she laughed at something Lo'ak said, or as she carefully mended a tear in a child's loincloth. He was a warrior of the Omatikaya, a warrior who could take down a bull with a single arrow, yet he couldn't figure out how to tell Y/N he loved her without her thanking him for his "excellent communication skills."

He knew that if he didn't do something drastic, he would spend the rest of his life being her "best friend," watching her accidentally marry someone else because she thought the wedding ceremony was just a really long, fancy dinner party.

Neteyam took a breath, puffing out his chest as he stepped into the bioluminescent clearing. He watched as a glowing woodsprite tried to land on Y/N’s messy braids, and she actually giggled, leaning her head back to give the little creature a better landing spot.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice deeper than usual.

She looked up, her golden eyes widening with that signature, heart-stopping brightness. "teyam! Come quick! I think I finally figured out the seed pod whistle, but it only works if you hold your breath and wish really hard."

He didn't sit in the moss with the children. Instead, he reached down and took her hand, pulling her gently but firmly to her feet. The kids whispered and giggled, sensing the tension, but Y/N just blinked at him, tilting her head.

"Oh! Is it time for training? I forgot we were supposed to practice our tree-skipping," she said, already looking for her bow.

"No training," Neteyam said, his thumb grazing the back of her hand. He leaned in close, his height towering over her, his shadow enveloping her small frame. "I want to show you something. In the High Grove. Alone."

Y/N’s eyes sparkled. "A secret? Is it a new hunting trail? Or did you find that weird purple fruit that makes your tongue go numb? I love those!"

Neteyam closed his eyes for a moment, silently asking Eywa for strength. "No, Y/N. It’s not a numb-tongue fruit. Just... follow me."

He led her away from the camp, his hand never letting go of hers. He led her to a secluded ledge that overlooked the valley, where the trees breathed in rhythm and the stars looked close enough to touch. He turned to her, reaching into his pouch to pull out a necklace he had spent weeks making. It was made of rare sea-glass and a single, polished tooth from a palulukan a trophy of immense courage.

"Y/N," he whispered, stepping into her personal space until their chests were almost touching. He lifted the necklace, the light reflecting in his serious, intense eyes. "I made this for you. Not for the children, not for the elders, and not for the clan. For you."

Y/N looked at the priceless trophy, then up at Neteyam’s burning gaze. Her bottom lip trembled slightly.

"Neteyam..." she breathed, her voice soft.

Finally, he thought. The moment of realization.

"This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," she said, taking the necklace. Then, her face broke into a look of pure, agonizing pity. "You’ve been working so hard on your crafting skills because you’re worried you aren't a good enough warrior, aren't you? Oh, Neteyam, you don't have to prove anything to me! You’re already the best friend I have. You don't need to give me bribes to stay your friend!"

She threw her arms around his neck in a tight, friendly squeeze, patting his back like he was a sad ikran.

Neteyam stood there, frozen, the rare necklace dangling between them. He could feel her heartbeat against his, but all he could think was that he was officially the most frustrated man on Pandora.

♡

After the necklace disaster on the ledge, he decided to stop using objects and start using instincts. If she couldn't read his intentions in a gift, he would have to make her feel them in his presence.

The opportunity came the following morning.

Attempt One

They were trekking through a dense part of the Olangi forest, the giant ferns curling over them like emerald ribs. The ground was slick with morning dew. Neteyam noticed Y/N ahead of him, skipping over roots with her usual chaotic grace, her head tilted back to watch a swarm of wood-sprites.

"Watch your step, Y/N," Neteyam warned, his voice low.

Naturally, she didn't. She tripped over a protruding vine, and in a flash, Neteyam was there. He didn't just catch her; he pulled her flush against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around her waist to steady her. He kept her there longer than necessary, his chin resting against the top of her messy head, his heart thudding a rhythmic confession against her back.

"I have you," he murmured, his voice vibrating deep in his chest, meant to be intimate and grounding.

Y/N leaned back into him, a soft sigh escaping her. Neteyam felt a surge of victory—until she spoke.

"Wow, teyam! Your reflexes are getting so fast," she chirped, patting his muscular forearms like he was a particularly talented pack-animal. "It’s so comforting knowing you’re practicing your 'save-the-clumsy-scout' drills on me. You’re going to be such a responsible leader. No one will ever stub a toe on your watch!"

She hopped out of his grip, giving him a bright, oblivious thumbs-up before skipping further into the brush. Neteyam stood alone, his arms still shaped like they were holding her, his jaw tight enough to snap a tooth.

Attempt two

The sun was beginning to dip, painting the sky in bruised purples and golds. Neteyam found Y/N sitting on a thick branch overlooking the river, her feet dangling over the edge. Her hair was, as usual, a catastrophe. She had somehow managed to get sticky tree sap and several glowing feathers tangled into her braids.

Neteyam climbed the tree with silent, predatory grace, sitting directly behind her. He didn't ask. He simply reached out and began to unbind her hair.His fingers moved slowly, his knuckles grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. To any other Na'vi girl, this was an incredibly intimate act—a silent request to be more than friends. He leaned in so close he could smell the sweet, wild nectar of her skin, his chest almost brushing her back.

"teyam?" she murmured, her head tilting back slightly.

He felt a spark of hope. "Yes, Y/N?" he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration against her ear. He let his fingers linger on her pulse point, feeling the steady thrum of her life.

"You're so sweet," she sighed, closing her eyes. "My mother always says I’m too messy to find a mate, but you... you treat me like a sibling! It's so nice of you to help me stay presentable so I don't embarrass the Chief's family. You really are like the brother I never had."

Neteyam’s hand jerked, nearly snagging a knot. "I am not your brother, Y/N."

"I know! You're better," she chirped, turning around on the branch to face him. She was so close their noses almost touched, her golden eyes sparkling with pure, platonic affection. "You're like a professional groomer! If you ever get tired of being a warrior, you could definitely help the elders with their ceremonial headdresses."

Neteyam stared at her, his jaw ticking. He wanted to shake her. He wanted to kiss her until she forgot the word 'brother.' Instead, he just handed her the feathers he’d pulled from her hair and climbed down the tree without a word.

Attempt three

The clan was sharing a meal after a long day. Usually, Neteyam sat with his brothers, but tonight, he walked straight to Y/N. He didn't just sit next to her, he sat so close their thighs were pressed together from hip to knee.

When Y/N reached for a piece of roasted fruit, Neteyam’s hand shot out, catching her wrist mid-air. He didn't let go. He picked up a piece of the best meat—the hunter’s portion—and held it to her lips.

"teyam?" she blinked, her cheeks turning a light mauve. "I have hands, you know! I'm not a baby forest-bird."

"Eat," he commanded, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated through her. He ignored the stares from the other young hunters. He wanted them to see him feeding her. He wanted them to know she was being provided for by him alone.

Y/N took the bite, giggling as juice dripped down her chin. "Oh! You’re practicing being a father-figure! That’s so sweet, teyam. You’re making sure the 'weakest' member of the group is fed first. You’re going to be such a charitable Chief!"

Neteyam’s jaw tightened so hard it ached. He didn't say a word, he just wiped the juice from her lip with his thumb, pressing a little too hard, staring at her mouth with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.

Attempt Four

The forest was heavy with the scent of blooming night-nectar. Neteyam had found a cluster of rare sweet-drop fruits—small, glowing berries that only grew in the highest canopy. They were a traditional gift for courting, known for being as sweet as a first kiss.

He found Y/N sitting on a low-hanging branch, swinging her legs and trying to whistle back at a distant banshee. Neteyam climbed up, sitting so close that their shoulders were pinned together. He didn't say a word as he pulled a single, shimmering berry from his pouch.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, velvet tone that usually made the other girls in the clan blush.

She turned, her golden eyes widening at the sight of the fruit. "Oh! Are those the rare ones? The ones that are hard to find?"

"They are," Neteyam said, his gaze fixed intently on her lips. He didn't hand her the berry. Instead, he held it between his fingers and moved it slowly toward her mouth. It was a bold, intimate gesture—an invitation. "Taste it."

He watched her, his breath catching as his fingers brushed against her bottom lip. He leaned in, his face so close he could see the tiny pulse in her neck jumping. He was certain—absolutely certain—that she could feel the heavy, romantic tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Y/N took the bite, her eyes closing as she hummed in delight. "Mmm, it's amazing, teyam!"

She opened her eyes, and for a second, she stayed there, inches from his face. Neteyam felt his heart hammering against his ribs. He started to lean in that last inch, his eyes fluttering shut—

"You're such a dedicated provider!" she suddenly chirped, patting his cheek with a sticky hand. "You’re practicing your 'feeding the wounded' skills, aren't you? My dad said a great warrior needs to be able to nourish the weak during a long march. You’re going to be the most charitable leader ever! You even make sure I get the snacks first!"

Neteyam’s head dropped onto her shoulder with a thud of pure exhaustion. "I am not... trying to be... charitable," he muffled into her skin.

"Don't be modest!" she laughed, braiding a small vine into his hair as a 'thank you.' "You’re the most selfless friend in the whole forest. Now, come on! I think I saw a weird bug over there that looks like your dad’s bow!"

Neteyam stayed on the branch long after she hopped down. He stared at the remaining berries, wondering if he should just start wearing a sign that said 'I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU' in giant, glowing letters.

The silence of the forest offered no advice, only the mocking rustle of leaves.

Last Attempt

After the berries, he promised himself one final, undeniable gesture. No more games, no more symbols. He would use the ancient language of their people—the Tsaheylu of the eyes—to show her exactly what he felt before the words ever left his lips.

They had stopped by a high, secluded pool where the water fell in silver ribbons. As Y/N leaned down to drink, Neteyam stepped into her space, blocking the light. When she looked up, he didn't pull away. He dropped to one knee, bringing his face inches from hers, his golden eyes burning with a raw, terrifying honesty. He reached out, his thumb grazing the line of her jaw, holding her gaze with a silence so heavy it should have been impossible to ignore. He was baring his soul, waiting for the flicker of realization to finally cross her face.

Y/N blinked, her expression shifting from surprise to a gentle, heartbreaking concern. She reached up, not to hold his hand, but to pat his forehead. "teyam, you’re glowing so bright... are you getting a fever? You should really lie down."

The frustration had reached a boiling point, simmering just beneath Neteyam’s skin like the heat of a forest fire. He watched her skip away, her laughter echoing through the trees, and for the first time in his life, his warrior's discipline failed him.

♡

Final Snap

He spent the rest of the night in silence, his tail twitching in a sharp, rhythmic lash that warned even his siblings to stay away. He didn't want to be charitable. He didn't want to be selfless. He wanted to be the only thing she saw when she closed her eyes at night.

The moon rose high, casting long, distorted shadows across the forest floor. The air grew thick with the scent of damp moss and impending rain, but as the rest of the clan settled into their hammocks, Neteyam’s eyes remained wide. Every time he blinked, he felt the ghost of her sticky hand on his cheek and heard the echo of her calling him a provider.

He needed to end the games. He needed to strip away the wholesome lens she viewed him through and force her to see the hunter beneath the prince.

When he finally spotted her silhouette by the edge of the river, her messy braids glowing faintly in the dark, the last of his patience snapped. He wasn't going to bring a gift. He wasn't going to offer a snack. He was going to take what he had been trying to give her for months.

Neteyam marched through the shallow water, his footsteps heavy and purposeful. The bioluminescent ripples fled from him, but he didn't care about stealth anymore.

"Y/N," he said. It wasn't a question. It was a command.

She turned around, her eyes bright. "Neteyam! You're back! Did you find that bug? I was just thinking about how the water looks like—"

"Stop," he rasped, closing the distance between them in two strides. He grabbed her wrists, not painfully, but with a firm, grounding grip that forced her to look up at him. "No more bugs. No more whistles. No more 'training drills.'"

Y/N blinked, her head tilting in that familiar, innocent way. "Are you okay? You’re breathing like you just ran from a palulukan. Do you need some of that cooling moss? I can go get—"

"I don't need moss, Y/N! I need you to listen!" Neteyam’s voice cracked with months of suppressed longing. "The necklace? That wasn't a 'bribe' for your friendship. It’s a trophy of my spirit. The grooming? I wasn't being your brother' I was claiming you. The fruit? I wasn't being 'charitable.' I was courting you!"

Y/N stared at him, her lips parting. For a second, a flicker of understanding crossed her face, but then she gave a small, nervous laugh. "Oh! You’re... you’re doing a play! Like the ones the elders do about the old days? Wow, Neteyam, your acting is so realistic, you almost had me—"

"It is not a play!" Neteyam snapped. He was shaking now, his warrior's mask completely shattered. "I am in love with you! I have been in love with you since we were children! Every time I look at you, I am dying. Every time you call me a 'friend,' it’s like a knife to my heart. Do you really not see it? Or are you just trying to drive me mad?"

Y/N’s smile wavered. She looked at his hands trembling on her wrists, then at the raw, burning desperation in his golden eyes. "Neteyam... I... I thought we were just... I mean, you're the Prince. You're so perfect. Why would you want someone as distracted as me? You're just being... really nice, right?"

That was it. The final nice.

Neteyam let out a low, guttural growl of pure frustration. He didn't wait for her to finish. He pulled her forward, his hand sliding into her messy, spore-filled braids to tilt her head back, and he crashed his lips against hers.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a firm, possessive, "I-have-waited-too-long" kiss. It was the kiss of a hunter who had finally caught his prize.

Y/N froze, her breath hitching in her throat. The world around them—the glowing trees, the rushing water, the distant banshee cries—all of it vanished. There was only the heat of Neteyam’s mouth and the solid weight of his body against hers.

When he finally pulled back, just an inch, his forehead stayed pressed against hers. He was panting, his eyes dark and blown wide.

"Do you think I'm being 'nice' now?" he whispered against her lips.

Y/N’s hands, which had been hanging at her sides, slowly traveled up his chest, her fingers curling into his skin. She looked up at him, her face a deep, glowing violet, her eyes finally—finally—clear.

"Oh," she breathed, her voice a tiny, shaky hum. "That... that wasn't very 'brotherly' at all."

"Good," Neteyam muttered, before leaning down to claim her all over again.

♡

The next morning, the entire Olangi clan knew. They didn't need an announcement; they just had to look at Neteyam.

The stoic, serious warrior had been replaced by a shadow. Wherever Y/N went, Neteyam was exactly two inches behind her. He didn't just walk with her, he hovered, his tail constantly entwined with hers, his hand resting firmly on the small of her back as if telling the world, "This one is taken".

Y/N, for her part, was still her usual bubbly self—only now, she was a very well-kissed version of it.

"Neteyam, look!" she chirped, stopping by a cluster of puff-plants. "If you squeeze them, they make a funny popping sound. Do you want to try?"

In the past, Neteyam would have sighed and told her they had to keep moving. Now, he simply leaned down, tucked a stray leaf behind her ear, and hummed against her temple. "If you want to pop the plants, my love, we will pop the plants."

He reached out and squeezed a puff-plant, his eyes never leaving her face.

The clan watched in amusement. Lo'ak leaned against a tree, snickering as he watched his tough older brother carry Y/N’s basket, her gathering pouch, and even a particularly round rock she had decided was too pretty to leave behind.

"Hey, brother!" Lo'ak called out. "You're looking awfully... helpful today! Is that some more 'community service' you're doing?"

Neteyam didn't even look at his brother. He simply pulled Y/N closer to his side, his arm tightening around her waist in a silent, possessive grip. "She’s not a project, Lo'ak. She’s my mate."

Y/N beamed, standing on her tiptoes to press a quick, messy kiss to Neteyam’s jaw. "He’s still very helpful, though," she whispered loudly to Lo'ak. "He’s even better at kissing than he is at hunting!"

Neteyam’s ears turned a deep shade of indigo, but for the first time in months, he didn't feel frustrated. He just let out a low, satisfied purr and began to help her collect more pretty rocks.

He finally had her instinct, her heart, and her attention. And if he had to spend the rest of his life being helpful to the girl who owned his soul, he decided he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Peak

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I think a lot of white people (and others who lack nuance) don’t see Sinners as a horror movie because they’re so desensitized to racism.

I need everyone to conceptualize: they all were going to die when the Klan popped up in the morning if Remmick hadn’t gone to that club and fvcked it up.

They were looking for them come sunrise. Thousands of black people have family they never saw again because of racism, to this day it still happens. Tamla Horsford never being seen alive after a sleep over with her friend group that was all wh!te women. Horror. Tory Medley being found hanging from a tree in a golf course in Wisconsin in early November. There are so many sundown towns around the US to this day. They were having l*nching picnics.

That’s horror.

plus the gore, blood— a vampire who’s been around for centuries wanting to take black (and asian) people’s culture to live longer and take their culture— horror.

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Im really thankful for the attention on 'selfishness' but i think i'll delay on posting the fic :((( im not really satisfied with some parts of it so it's gonna get major rewrites, I'll try to upload it this february eleven tho..sorry guys

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Selfishness (teaser)

Release: February 7th 11:00 PM JST

Estimated word count : 17k

Pairings: Neteyam x femna’vi!Reader

Summary: Neteyam is rarely a selfish person but with the war going on, the more he wants to be. He uses you to court your sister, though in the process of doing that he falls inlove with you instead.

Authors notes: so lowkey this is an avatar rewrite disguised as a fic.. but anyways I hope you guys (neteyam nation) enjoy this once I publish it!!

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You were never the athletic type despite in a family of established athletes and hunters. All your sisters had either been hunters or warriors, yet you were the only healer out of all of them. You felt embarrassed when you couldn’t shoot as cleanly as k’na, you felt ashamed that you couldn’t catch at least one fish in a hunting session with leyra, and especially pissed when your dear little sister eone thought it was funny to make fun of your running stance with her friends.

Your mother though, instead of belittling your healer status she had been proud of it.

“___ you are blessed to have a healers hands, my child.”

She smiled, braiding your hair tighter.

“really?”

You hesitated. Your mother turns you to look at her straight in the eyes.

“a healers job is just as important as a warriors.”

She caressed your face, grounding you from your worries.

It gave you a gentle push to embrace the fact that you stood out to your family, that even if you were different it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*

“You may go. Just be careful when you carry heavy things, it may tear.”

You politely say, tightening his bandage.

“irayo ___..” the warrior winced, slightly bowing down. You nod to the other warrior signaling that it is his turn to be healed. He quietly limps towards you, his eyes teary. Your eyes widened to see the long deep cut that has been left after the raid.

Ever since the rda left their damage in pandora, it seems as though some clans think it’s alright to doubt eywa. They say that toruk makto is a fraud. That the RDA helped him. You know that they are only scarred by the sky peoples actions. Not to mention the rda has messed with the environment. You see the scientists try their best to fix it back like it was, but their efforts need more people.

You sense kiri coming up to you in a silent manner, trying her best not to distract you. After you stopped the bleeding, you hold one of the oils and disinfect the wound. Seeing the warrior flinch in pain, aches your heart. Your people have suffered so much, you feel crushed that you couldn’t be out in the battlefield. Stuck helping and praying that they come home safely, your families tired and distressed faces.

“I hope this war could end sooner.”

You hear Kiri mumble dejectedly, her ears going down. You finish up the warriors treatment, give him some advice on how to heal quicker, and tell him to leave.

“That’s the only thing we can do,”

you take the paste out of kiris hands and put it back into the basket.

“Which is why we try our best even when they are in battle.”

You finally sit down next to her. Kiri has a longing look on her eyes.

“I want to feel safe, my family to feel safe.”

You can see the tears welling up in her eyes. A feeling that you understand, and have felt. You pull Kiri into a tight embrace. “It’s okay, it will end soon.” You pat her head, calming her down.

“What is going on?”

Neteyam frantically crouches to your level. Kiri pulls away, sighing. “I’m just tired of war.” She wipes her eyes. Neteyam looks down, guilty knowing that he cannot do anything about it despite being the eldest of his siblings. “We do it to protect ourselves,” He gets up from his position.

“It’s time to eat, come on.”

He gently lifts the tent. Looking at your unsure face, he tilts his head. “It’s not community dinner tonight.” He grins, suddenly fired up from what you said. “I told your parents that you are eating at my place.” Your stomach drops. You have eaten at the sully’s, though for some reason when neteyam invites you it feels intimidating. “Uhm..alright.” Kiri raises her brow at your hesitation. You three step out of the tent, one feeling ecstatic, one feeling suspicious of her friend, one feeling a mix petrified and heat from her face.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*

Neytiri passes you a plate of fruit and meat skewers.

“Eat ___ , we need our healers to be healthy.” She’s been insisting that you eat more, and with all that you decide to accept it. Truthfully the reason why you haven’t eaten that much is due to neteyams heavy gaze on you. Even his siblings are starting to find odd.

“After all you’ve healed more than ten of them haven’t you?” Jake chimed in. “Yes olo’eyktan.” You muttered, trying not to sound arrogant. Jake shakes his head, “Told ya to call me Jake didn’t I?” He mentioned.

You nod bashfully, Jake shrugs it off continuing to eat.

You’re close with the sully’s, yet even through those years of tight knit friendships you still felt that it was too disrespectful to call the oloeyktan ‘Jake’.

“Why is he acting like that?” Kiri whispers, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Hm?” You continue stuffing food into your mouth, anything to distract you from the awkward tension that neteyams eyes were giving you. Kiri decides not to pry you any further, announcing that she’s finished with eating.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*

You express your gratitude by trying to help lo’ak and tuk clean up, though not possible since neytiri orders them to do it themselves.

“I’ll take you home.” Neteyam said taking your wrist. Your face heats up from the contact, heart pounding in your ears.

He stops in the middle of the path, the air tenses.

He starts to talk,

“I’ve had feelings for leyra for a while.”

Oh.

“How long?” You laughed out of instinct, playing with your beaded bottom.

“About three months.” He admitted, his cheeks adorning a beautiful purple hue.

Wow, so he really is in love with her.

“Listen, I know that there’s a war and all that. But..I just want to try and court her.” His head hung low. Seeing neteyam like this was unimaginable. He was being so vulnerable to you.

“Wh..what’s that gotta do with me.” You said disappointed, a lump feels like it’s in your throat. He grabs both of your hands, tightening his grip on them.

“Your one of my closest friends ___ , I was hoping you’d give me advice-”

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Neteyam saw you as one of his closest friends, you were actually. You feel as though you two have lost the past spark you had when you were both children. Neteyam saw different.

You stand there for what felt like a thousand years. Your ears blocking out the sound of his voice. It’s just feels so..depressing. Of course he’d ask you about your sister.

The thought of neteyam not liking you hadn’t been that heavy.

“___ , you don’t have to agree.”

He senses your uncomfortable nature. He steps back, not wanting to upset you further. He wants to know more about your sister, but if the cost is your friendship he would rather be rejected outright.

You take a deep breath, calming your mind.

“I’ll do it.” You assure him by putting a hand on his shoulder. It’s a hard thing to do but at the end of the day, neteyam was perfect for leyra. Both hunters, both playful yet calm, both a mirror to each other. You can feel neteyams strong shoulders relax, his ears perk up, and at the corner of his mouth a slight twitch.

“Irayo, ___.” He suddenly puts his hands around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug, like literally. Standing stunned from his display of affection, you hesitatingly pat him on the back. You pull away, embarrassingly missing the warmth he gave you.

“Good luck on courting neteyam.” You give him one last pat on the head, effectively giving him your permission.

“Sweet dreams ___.”

He whispered softly into your ear, before turning his back and going back to his home.

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drinking milk coffee lately since i need to release this asap.. I did not think that this much people wanted to read my fic..

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Neytiri and Jake dancing together at the Sturmbeest Hunt Festival, which is definitely a scene that should've stayed in the first Avatar film🔥🎇✨️

The awesome artist is tamatoris (ig not active currently) I got this in 2023 💙

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No war means annoying the eldest child.

Word count: 3k // oneshot

Summary: where the elite sully family of the omatikaya clan try to set up a stubborn cook and a shy hunter.

(this is an au where no war happens, it’s just really wholesome and lighthearted.)

Tags : quick paced enemies to friends to lovers, tsaheylu, fluff, crack, no smut, Neytiri lowkey having more personality than Jake here..(i find her easier to write)

panopyra = a kind of aphrodisiac in Pandora. (Inspired by the outfit that Neytiri wore to mate with Jake..lmao)

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Three teenagers wander around the mystical forest of Pandora, bored.

“I’m so bored.” Lo’ak craves to do something but his duties are finished and so are the two behind him.

“Pssst..look at what Neteyam’s doing.” Spider points out what’s going on in the distance. It was you talking to Neteyam.

“Woah is that _? She cooks the best food during community dinners.” Lo’ak widens his eyes, like a seed of mischief has been planted in his head. “I think she makes the best thanator pie.” Kiri proposes, not even a single doubt in her voice. To which Lo’ak turns toward them with a grin. “You guys know what I’m thinking of right.” Spider cackles, while Kiri rolls her eyes.

Unbeknownst to them, you two were actually arguing.

“You know I specifically told you to bring me fish! What am I gonna do with hammerhead meat?!?” You exclaimed, cheeks slowly turning purple with your anger.

Neteyam shrugs, “I assure you, there are a lot of dishes that you can make with a hammerhead.” Now, he knew best not to argue with an upset chef. But for some reason, he liked the angry look on your face. Which makes you more infuriated.

“And I should remind you, you were supposed to listen to my request.” You informed him with a sarcastic smile.

“They’re really in love, aren’t they?”

Spider stated, looking from afar, it did look like you two were a couple.

Kiri shakes her head. “Are you two so sure about this? She looks mad.” She counters, furrowing her brows the more she looks at you two. Lo’ak chuckles, “Neteyam for sure likes her. Look at those eyes!” Lo’ak points his finger at you walking away from Neteyam, yet his gaze is still on you.

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The sully family has a quiet suspicion that Neteyam may have found the one, mainly due to the fact that he wasn’t spending his time helping them anymore, and maybe Neytiri overheard Lo’ak and Kiri. Oops.

“Where were you, Neteyam?” Neytiri asks her son, a hopeful glint in her eyes.

Neteyam chokes on the hammerhead bake you had made. They all watched the scene in front of them.

“I was uh..I was with Lo’ak.”

He scratched his neck, making Lo’ak snort and Kiri cover her giggles with her hand.

Neytiri just stared at him before asking again. “Neteyam you can tell us the truth. You have found your mate haven’t you?” Jake raises one of his brows, Tuk gasped, overall it was a whole mess. A couple of families look back at them.The said boy gulped down his water, trying to calm himself down.

“Boy, say the truth.” Jake demanded, with a hint of humor on the side.

“I..have.” Tuk widens her eyes.

“YOU HAVE!!! AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!!” She stood up, feeling betrayed. Making you turn to them, making eye contact with Neteyam. Neytiri apologizes to the people near her and scolds Tuk for being way too loud. Then she looks at you two admiring each other, making her smile.

Though from your side of the story, Tuk caught your attention from her little tantrum. You saw Neteyam looking at you, and like an animal you established your dominance by staring at him back. You two looked stupid if people looked at it longer than needed. You rolled your eyes at him and continued to eat.

Neytiri gave her son a slight push.

“You must be straightforward, Neteyam.” Reminiscing about the time she had pursued Jake.

“You don’t have-”

“Neteyam, we’ll help you!” Tuk cuts him off, putting her fists up. “Yes we will..” Lo’ak looks at Kiri, the two of them having an ulterior motive. Neteyam tilts his head in a “Don’t you fucking dare..” way, yet the two of them just chuckle at him.

“It’s settled then.” Jake claps his hands together, urging them to eat.

One thing about the sully family is they do stick together. So this either ends well or it ends in the worst way ever imagined. They are seriously getting into his nerves.

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You and Neteyam had never been enemies nor friends, you were just acquaintances through mutual friends. A few small talks here and there, after all he is a skilled hunter. But lately it seems that he either likes to challenge you or makes things harder for you. And depending on his mood, being an awkward dork. Right now, you’re trying to listen to what they are talking about. Especially since your name was mentioned.

“Bro, you need to act more nonchalant.”

Nonchalant? What? This must be sky people talk.

“You mean emotionless?”

Girls do like the mysterious cold guy, but what does this have to do with you?

You catch Kiri noticing you eavesdropping on them, her piercing gaze on you. Shit. You clear your throat. A basket! You needed a basket..

. . .

“Bro, you need to act more nonchalant.”

Lo’ak exclaims, Kiri just shrugs.

“You mean emotionless?” In no way was he a ‘nonchalant’ type of person, wait why is he even listening to them? He continues to weave the basket, blocking the sound coming out of their mouth and decides to just think of you. He wants to talk to you, in a genuine way, in a loving way, in a- you get what he means. All he does whenever you're near is either in a teasing way or awkward way. Cue a memory of him trying to ask you out.

“I can do this.”

He breathes out, hands cold and shaking. He was planning on giving you a hair piece that he had made a few days prior. He walks over to you, hiding the gift he would give you.

“____, I have something to give you..” He drifts off, seeing you turning your head to him makes him pause.

“Uhm, I need to go!” He yelps, running off to somewhere, not even looking back to see the bewildered expression on your face. That was a year ago, he still has nightmares of it.

“Neteyam?”

You tilt your head, calling his name. He hums. When the hell did you get here?

“I’ve been calling you for a while, are you alright?” He nods his head. Lo’ak and Kiri look at each other, “Is he mute?” they whisper around. Neteyam just clenches his jaw.

“Can I have this basket? I need to use it for fruits.” You point at the one that’s already finished, impatiently waiting for his answer.

“Of course..” he muttered. Kiri covers her mouth, while Lo’ak literally runs away so they couldn’t see him laugh his ass off.

“Oh thanks..?” You said, confused at him being shy all of a sudden. Has he always been this uncomfortable with you? Whatever, you just shake your head, trying to get rid of the shy pretty boy’s image out of your head.

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Neteyam wakes with a sudden shake on his hammock. “Wake up! Wake up!!” Tuk continued shaking, eager to wake him up.

“Neteyam, come on.” Neytiri demanded, cooking something with YOU, out of all people. Needless to say, he knew it was gonna be a long tiring day. He went down with dread, while Tuk was jumping around in joy.

Now what did he do to deserve this. Then he thinks about all the times he had teased Lo’ak, Kiri, and Spider, the pain of regret looming over his aching body.

“Tuk, you should go ahead and eat.” He groans. “Nooo! Mama told me to get you so you could sit beside her!!” Neteyam widens his eyes. “What..Tuk what are you talking about?” He trails off, feeling jittery. She just grins back at her brother.

Arriving at his family’s mat, he sees you sitting down to Lo’aks usual spot. “Neteyam, sit down.” Jake said, already putting some food into his mouth. Unfortunately the only spot that is available is the one beside you. He should have woken up earlier. He sits down, forcing a smile that ends up looking uncomfortable.

Your eyes narrow, this was getting real tiring. His attitude towards you is just unpleasant.

“Meet me at the river.” You lean in close to him, so he can only hear what you are saying.

His ears turn purple, he doesn’t know how to feel. He’s scared that it might be you confronting him about his behavior, but also the mere idea of you two being alone has made him excited.

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“What is your problem with me!”

You hit him in the chest. He grabs your wrist, stopping you from hurting him more.

You step back, your ears hang low.

“I..I’m sorry for hitting you.”

Neteyam just shakes his head.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” He lets go of your hands.

“I wanted to be your friend, I just didn’t know how to ask and talk to you about it.”

He admits, a somber look in his face. That was half the truth, he did want to know more about you before officially courting.

You perk up, glanced at him confused.

“Are you serious?” You questioned.

“Yes.” Your eyes widened. This has got to be the most mind boggling situation you’ve been in. “You could always start by giving me the fattest meat..” You get over your confusion, deciding to take advantage of it instead.

He laughs at your suggestion, nonetheless he agrees to what you said.

Thus giving you the situation that you are in.

“_____ ?” He childishly holds up the big slice of arrow deer right in front of your face while the other slice of yerik is in the bag, or so he said. You take a deep breath. “Neteyam, this is way too much. Just give me the arrow deer.” He goes on to your cooking area and puts it on the mat. It’s cute that he listened to your requests, it’s just that you can’t cook that much meat.

“What about the yerik?”

“Go ask the head chef.”

He walks away with the same bounce as he does.

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After your whole confrontation with Neteyam, things had been smooth sailing. You even thought about things you would never have thought before, well to be fair your anger blinded you from seeing the good parts about Neteyam.

“Boop.” Neteyam poked your cheek, his hands still stained from the beet fruits dye. This was now his latest pastime. Annoying you, in a more close way. Seeing his unbalanced position, you put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him softly. You put the mashed beet fruit inside the stew.

“There, finally finished.” You turn to smile at him. And in this intimate moment, he pops the question.

“Ma ___ , will you-”

“Is the stew done?” Lo’ak interrupts. Rubbing his hands on his stomach.

Neteyam had been planning on asking you to be his mate. Though there are three problems he has to deal with that keep on delaying him.

Lo’ak was the most annoying out of all of them.

This wasn’t even the only time, he’s done it multiple times he can count. (It was only twice, counting this one. He’s just dramatic.) The most annoying time was when you two were so close to pushing your lips together.

“___ , don’t listen to what they say.”

He puts his hand on your shoulders. It was when a little boy had food poisoning from a certain ingredient in the pie, which the scientists had confirmed was an ‘allergy’. The mother, in a fit of rage, had accused you of trying to kill her son. In the end you two ended up fighting, making the situation even worse.

“She never even apologized! How am I supposed to calm down!” He pats your head, continuing to soothe you. You cave in, tired of always putting your guard up, tears welling up in your eyes. “Hey.. It’s okay..” You land on his chest, your tears dampen his skin. The pure vulnerability had made his head spin.

“Ma ___ , you haven’t done anything that harmed the clan. If anything, you help us so much with your cooking.”

He takes hold of your cheek. Caressing it carefully, his touch felt tender like he was hesitating something. You close your eyes, heart pounding when you feel him move downwards to yours. Warm breaths mixing together, you can smell his musky and earthy scent as you move closer to each other.

“What are you two doing?” Lo’ak asked, a smirk coming up on his face.

You jump away from Neteyam, covering your flustered face. Where did he come from?!?

Neteyam opens his eyes, wondering where the warmth had gone. He looks at you, worried that he accidentally crossed a boundary.

“Heyyy! I’m still here ya knowww!” Lo’ak drawled, catching the attention of Neteyam.

Neteyam walked up to Lo’ak, yanking him by the ear as he dragged him to who knows where. Leaving you, alone with your reeling thoughts. Did he mean that? Does he actually have feelings? Was he just playing around?

You go to the river, washing your face with the cold refreshing water, washing out your thoughts. It didn’t help at all.

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“Have you chosen someone?”

you brought up randomly while you two were on a walk in the bioluminescent forest.

“Why?” He smirks back.

“Just curious. Nothing serious.” You quickly defended yourself.

For so long you had put the thought of liking him in the back of your head, but when mating season came in, all you could see was him. The only person that you could see was right for you was indeed Neteyam. And after becoming one of the people, the thought of him choosing someone else had creeped up on you.

“I have.”

He takes your hand, intertwining them with his. Your heart picks up its pace.

“Who?”

He tucks the stray hair/braid into your ear, his hands grazing your cheek.

“I will give them a gift. Then you know who I have chosen.” Your breath hitched.

“Now it’s my turn to ask the question. Have you chosen?” You blink. Have you thought about it? Of course. You just don’t know if he’d choose you. You decide to nod your head, you fear your voice might betray you with this proximity.

“I’m guessing you can’t say who?”

He breathed out, your noses about to bump into each other. You close your eyes, trying to conjure up the courage to speak.

“Yes..” you uttered just enough for him to hear.

“Neteyam!” Kiri called out, “Mom’s calling you!” Tuk added. Both their voices make you step away and clear your throat. “You should go now..” You let out, bashfully walking away from him.

Great another missed opportunity.

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“Neteyam, help clean the kelku. The cleaning for this place is long overdue!” Neytiri nagged at everyone in the kelku. Tuk puts her toys away in the box that Jake made for her. “Done mama!” Neytiri patted her on the head, a sign of approval essentially.

“What?!? All she did was put her toys in the-” “And yet she’s done more than you have, Lo’ak.” Neteyam and Kiri just laugh at the scene in front of them.

“How’s things going with ____ ?” Jake questioned, the cheerful expression on Neteyams face was a pleasant view to see, but he wanted to know more.

“Uhm.. It’s..” Neteyam stumbles, caught off guard at how curious his father is. Usually it's anyone in the family except his dad, Guess he feels like he’s missing out in the gossip during dinner.

“Splendid.” Neytiri eagerly cuts in the conversation.

“I’ve heard of rumors that you two have already chosen.” She put down the basket in the right place, she needed to clean it in case his future mate were to visit their kelku.

Jake felt a sense of accomplishment, seeing his family living the normal lives he had wanted was a heart warming sight. He’s glad that his fears of the RDA coming to Pandora were just his anxieties coming over him. Having been used to war during his 20’s seeing his son live a normal life had affected him more than he thought. Kiri and Lo’ak were to be next. If time were faster he’d see his little Tuk would be next. Eywa forbid that happen.

“Neteyam!” His mother called him over, holding something behind her. Once he finally reached her, she presented him with a neckpiece made out of the panopyra roots. “Wear this, when you two are finally ready.” she beamed, excited for what was to come. Neteyam blushes profusely, he had never seen his mother like this before. Neytiri knew what it felt to be in love, her pinning on Jake was a passionate and mind opening one, and she hoped that all of her children would experience the kind of love they had. And here she starts with her eldest, he was one of the most skilled warriors and hunters, no doubt he would be able to grab her attention. Neteyam stood there, flushed with mixed emotions. The happiness from his mother’s thoughtfulness plus the embarrassment that came from it was intense. Nonetheless he took it from her hands and inspected it. “When I was trying to get your father I had worn something similar to this.” She recalls, a nostalgic feeling had overcome her.

“I’ll use this Ma.” He put it somewhere safe, where it won’t be damaged.

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A festival has been made for the mating season, courtesy to Jake making one for his son to finally bag a certain person. He truly does live up to being the olo’eyktan of the blue flute clan.

Unfortunately that meant instead of preparing for the festival in a ‘Does this top look good on me?’ kind of way it’s more of a ‘Does this taste good enough?’ way. Luckily you knew you were gonna be one of the people that are going to prepare food wise, so you have already changed.

“Ooh, wear this one!” K’na exclaimed, your sister is more excited about dressing you up instead of finding a mate.

“Tch. Go dress yourself up.” Your mother slaps your sister's hand away from the beaded top she had made. Your sister whimpers, fleeing to go find herself a loin cloth to match her top. Your mother nudged your face towards her. “You have chosen, yes?”

“Yes.”

“It’s Neteyam, isn’t it?”

You agreed bashfully.

“The eyes never lie dear. Look at him as you ask him to be your mate.”

You smiled at her, thankful for the slight push she gave you.

“Now, go make food that’ll make him regret if he ever dumps you.”

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Neteyam looked at the neckpiece made of panopyra roots, his body felt tense. He knew he couldn’t wait to love you, to see how the world looks like in your view, and to feel you. His hand shakes, fumbling as he tries to put it on.

“Neteyam, Let me.” Neytiri grabs it from his hand.

“Are you sure about her, son?” He gulps.

“Yes.” She steps in front of him, seeing if he looks good enough.

“Then, good luck, mighty warrior.” Lo’ak punches him in the shoulder.

Jake gives him a nod of approval, proud that his son is in a new stage of life.

“Go deep in the forest, brother.” Kiri teases him, still remembering the fact that she interrupted them multiple times. Tuk turns to Kiri confused, Kiri dismisses it immediately, making Tuk focus back to Neteyam.

“Good luck, Neteyam!!” She gives him a hug, cheerfully giving him a smile.

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You cut up some fruits, peacefully until you hear a slight thump right beside you.

“Neteyam.” You warn him before he could grab a berry. He sighed, opting to play with your hair instead.

“I have something to give you.” He pulls out something from his hair, braiding it onto your hair. Your heart skips a beat, feeling his warm hands working gently against your hair. You gulp as he inspects if it truly does match you.

“It suits the color of your top Ma ___.” He smiles lightly, proud of what he’s accomplished.

“I..irayo, Neteyam.”

You look at the beaded piece of hair, wooden beads, purple beads, and a big white stone adorned it. You snap out of it, continuing on with cutting up the fruits. “Neteyam, it’s best that you leave. I might cut you up with this knife.” You threatened him, he just kissed you on the forehead instead.

“See you in the tree of souls.” He flees, giving you no time to process what just happened. You blink, still clueless. Your hand grips your knife harder, your face feeling hotter the more you think of him.

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You walk around the tree of souls, heart thumping fast. You were sure he would choose you. After all, he gave you a headpiece.

“Neteyam?” you call out his name in a whisper.

He turns to you, a nervous smile adorning his face.

“Come, sit.” He pats on the opposite side of where he was sitting.

You sit down, a nice calming sensation overcomes you. The tree of souls was known to do that. It soothes your worries away.

“Will you tell me who you chose?”

He gets closer to you, close enough that both of your breaths mingled. He had an inkling it was gonna be him, though if it were different, he wanted to give you a choice. You get impatient and lean in, giving him a peck.

“I choose you, Ma Neteyam.” You hold his face. His face softens, he puts his hands on your hips, guiding you to his lap.

Your lips finally lock with his tongues mixing with yours. He rubs his face on your neck, smelling your essence.

“I see you.” He blinks up, taking hold of his kuru.

“I see you too.” You connect to his kuru, officially mating with him.

The flood of each other's memories comes in, drowning you in each other’s memories and feelings. All the times you two had argued, talked, and spent time with, were all seen in another perspective. You put your forehead against his, huffing from the pleasure. He pecks you once more before you two lay down, tired from the experience.

From this day and on, you two are mated. Atokirinas surround both of your bodies, a sign that Eywa has approved of your pairing.

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Fuck

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selfishness is a hit so i might release the short oneshot i did for neteyam.. maybe this night or tomorrow morning..

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Currently writing four fics rn, honestly it’s fun.

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Selfishness (teaser)

Release: February 7th 11:00 PM JST

Estimated word count : 17k

Pairings: Neteyam x femna’vi!Reader

Summary: Neteyam is rarely a selfish person but with the war going on, the more he wants to be. He uses you to court your sister, though in the process of doing that he falls inlove with you instead.

Authors notes: so lowkey this is an avatar rewrite disguised as a fic.. but anyways I hope you guys (neteyam nation) enjoy this once I publish it!!

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You were never the athletic type despite in a family of established athletes and hunters. All your sisters had either been hunters or warriors, yet you were the only healer out of all of them. You felt embarrassed when you couldn’t shoot as cleanly as k’na, you felt ashamed that you couldn’t catch at least one fish in a hunting session with leyra, and especially pissed when your dear little sister eone thought it was funny to make fun of your running stance with her friends.

Your mother though, instead of belittling your healer status she had been proud of it.

“___ you are blessed to have a healers hands, my child.”

She smiled, braiding your hair tighter.

“really?”

You hesitated. Your mother turns you to look at her straight in the eyes.

“a healers job is just as important as a warriors.”

She caressed your face, grounding you from your worries.

It gave you a gentle push to embrace the fact that you stood out to your family, that even if you were different it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

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“You may go. Just be careful when you carry heavy things, it may tear.”

You politely say, tightening his bandage.

“irayo ___..” the warrior winced, slightly bowing down. You nod to the other warrior signaling that it is his turn to be healed. He quietly limps towards you, his eyes teary. Your eyes widened to see the long deep cut that has been left after the raid.

Ever since the rda left their damage in pandora, it seems as though some clans think it’s alright to doubt eywa. They say that toruk makto is a fraud. That the RDA helped him. You know that they are only scarred by the sky peoples actions. Not to mention the rda has messed with the environment. You see the scientists try their best to fix it back like it was, but their efforts need more people.

You sense kiri coming up to you in a silent manner, trying her best not to distract you. After you stopped the bleeding, you hold one of the oils and disinfect the wound. Seeing the warrior flinch in pain, aches your heart. Your people have suffered so much, you feel crushed that you couldn’t be out in the battlefield. Stuck helping and praying that they come home safely, your families tired and distressed faces.

“I hope this war could end sooner.”

You hear Kiri mumble dejectedly, her ears going down. You finish up the warriors treatment, give him some advice on how to heal quicker, and tell him to leave.

“That’s the only thing we can do,”

you take the paste out of kiris hands and put it back into the basket.

“Which is why we try our best even when they are in battle.”

You finally sit down next to her. Kiri has a longing look on her eyes.

“I want to feel safe, my family to feel safe.”

You can see the tears welling up in her eyes. A feeling that you understand, and have felt. You pull Kiri into a tight embrace. “It’s okay, it will end soon.” You pat her head, calming her down.

“What is going on?”

Neteyam frantically crouches to your level. Kiri pulls away, sighing. “I’m just tired of war.” She wipes her eyes. Neteyam looks down, guilty knowing that he cannot do anything about it despite being the eldest of his siblings. “We do it to protect ourselves,” He gets up from his position.

“It’s time to eat, come on.”

He gently lifts the tent. Looking at your unsure face, he tilts his head. “It’s not community dinner tonight.” He grins, suddenly fired up from what you said. “I told your parents that you are eating at my place.” Your stomach drops. You have eaten at the sully’s, though for some reason when neteyam invites you it feels intimidating. “Uhm..alright.” Kiri raises her brow at your hesitation. You three step out of the tent, one feeling ecstatic, one feeling suspicious of her friend, one feeling a mix petrified and heat from her face.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*

Neytiri passes you a plate of fruit and meat skewers.

“Eat ___ , we need our healers to be healthy.” She’s been insisting that you eat more, and with all that you decide to accept it. Truthfully the reason why you haven’t eaten that much is due to neteyams heavy gaze on you. Even his siblings are starting to find odd.

“After all you’ve healed more than ten of them haven’t you?” Jake chimed in. “Yes olo’eyktan.” You muttered, trying not to sound arrogant. Jake shakes his head, “Told ya to call me Jake didn’t I?” He mentioned.

You nod bashfully, Jake shrugs it off continuing to eat.

You’re close with the sully’s, yet even through those years of tight knit friendships you still felt that it was too disrespectful to call the oloeyktan ‘Jake’.

“Why is he acting like that?” Kiri whispers, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Hm?” You continue stuffing food into your mouth, anything to distract you from the awkward tension that neteyams eyes were giving you. Kiri decides not to pry you any further, announcing that she’s finished with eating.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*

You express your gratitude by trying to help lo’ak and tuk clean up, though not possible since neytiri orders them to do it themselves.

“I’ll take you home.” Neteyam said taking your wrist. Your face heats up from the contact, heart pounding in your ears.

He stops in the middle of the path, the air tenses.

He starts to talk,

“I’ve had feelings for leyra for a while.”

Oh.

“How long?” You laughed out of instinct, playing with your beaded bottom.

“About three months.” He admitted, his cheeks adorning a beautiful purple hue.

Wow, so he really is in love with her.

“Listen, I know that there’s a war and all that. But..I just want to try and court her.” His head hung low. Seeing neteyam like this was unimaginable. He was being so vulnerable to you.

“Wh..what’s that gotta do with me.” You said disappointed, a lump feels like it’s in your throat. He grabs both of your hands, tightening his grip on them.

“Your one of my closest friends ___ , I was hoping you’d give me advice-”

…

Neteyam saw you as one of his closest friends, you were actually. You feel as though you two have lost the past spark you had when you were both children. Neteyam saw different.

You stand there for what felt like a thousand years. Your ears blocking out the sound of his voice. It’s just feels so..depressing. Of course he’d ask you about your sister.

The thought of neteyam not liking you hadn’t been that heavy.

“___ , you don’t have to agree.”

He senses your uncomfortable nature. He steps back, not wanting to upset you further. He wants to know more about your sister, but if the cost is your friendship he would rather be rejected outright.

You take a deep breath, calming your mind.

“I’ll do it.” You assure him by putting a hand on his shoulder. It’s a hard thing to do but at the end of the day, neteyam was perfect for leyra. Both hunters, both playful yet calm, both a mirror to each other. You can feel neteyams strong shoulders relax, his ears perk up, and at the corner of his mouth a slight twitch.

“Irayo, ___.” He suddenly puts his hands around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug, like literally. Standing stunned from his display of affection, you hesitatingly pat him on the back. You pull away, embarrassingly missing the warmth he gave you.

“Good luck on courting neteyam.” You give him one last pat on the head, effectively giving him your permission.

“Sweet dreams ___.”

He whispered softly into your ear, before turning his back and going back to his home.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*

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[kerbearsbakery]

This beer or your love?

Pairings: Jake x reader

Word count: 1.k (essentially this is a Drabble.)

Summary: where Jake is drinking his pain away with beer after your little break up. And of course the aftermath of drinking too much.

Warnings: Jake lowkey being an alcoholic, but it’s just cause it’s post breakup.. not really accurate.

Authors notes: saw an old draft of a fic I was gonna upload but got depressed so here’s a refurbished version of it. Have fun reading!! (And for all the pinoys I did listen to itchyworms while writing)

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It was already a month after you and Jake had broken up. He couldn’t even remember why you two broke up. But it’s probably cause of his stupidity. He sat there with all six of his friends trying their best to consult the poor boy. “Jake. Seriously dude you’re gonna shatter the glass with how hard you’re gripping it.” Jay warns him. He wasn’t even concerned about his glass but his friend. Jake pours another bottle of beer into his glass.

“If you really want to earn ___’s love, stop drinking. Choose between the beer or her love.” Heeseung tries to provoke Jake, though it’s clear that he’s too drunk to care. After gulping down his glass, he reminisces of the times you and him had spent together before the break up.

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“Jake!” You said trying to pry off his face from your cheeks. “Can’t help it.”

He gives you some space before attacking you with kisses. It was these moments that Jake felt like he had won in life. Jake grabs your waist and pushes you down the bed with him, you landing on top of him. “Your lips are so..soft.”

You traced your finger around his lips, and kissed him. He repositioned you, making you hug him. “It’s only soft cause you keep on kissing it.” He whispered closely to your ear. You giggled at his teasing, and hugged him closer.

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The memory fades away as the he starts to sober up. Shit. He needs more. “Sunoo pass me that one.” Jake said not even caring what kind of beer it was. “No. Hyung, it’s about time you start sobering up.” Riki said seriously to him. Instead of listening to him, Jake decided to get the beer himself and started chugging it without warning.

“Wahhh…he did it again..” Sunoo sighed and put his hand on his face. Even though Jake never complained or rambled about your break up, it’s clear he’s thinking of it. They all knew Jake was the type to keep it all to himself but this looked like it would end badly. And with all that alcohol consumed he starts dreaming again.

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“Jake?” You tapped his shoulder, multiple times. This was in college, were he ended up placing his grades over his health. “Come on, drink some water.” You bring your waterbottle to his mouth, encouraging him to drink up. Jake accepts the water bottle, his heart warming up to your care for him. Truthfully sometimes he does this on purpose. He knows you’ll always be there for him.

“Let’s go eat ___.”

He smiled gently at you, “My treat.” Intertwining your hands with his. Standing up and picking up his belongings you both get out of the library, the cold air making you shiver. Jake tightens his hold on you, suddenly he runs. “WHAT THE FU-“ You yelped, trying to catch up with his speed. You can hear him laugh teasingly.

In that moment, its as if Jake doesn’t have an assignment due in two days, just you and him having fun. The warm sensation of your hands together, the slight redness in both of your cheeks making you two look silly, will at that it gives you two enough energy to keep running towards the restaurant where Jake wanted to go.

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“Let’s clean up all the alcohol before he sobers up and starts wanting more.” Jungwon suggested to everyone, of course they all listened and hurriedly cleaned up everything. They all sat down in time to see Jake sobering up again, and depressed. “Where’s the alcohol?” Jake impatiently looked around, seeing the table empty he felt confused. “No more alcohol. Just say what you NEED to say.” Sunghoon looked him in the eye. “You’re gonna get alcohol poisoning soon if you keep this up.” Jay rubbed Jake’s back trying his best to comfort him.

Jake takes a deep breath. “Just..I don’t know. I loved her so much, and I still do! But you know she said we should take a break and all that and I don’t know i just you know?” Jake murmured, the beer affecting his speech. He was sniffing, signaling he was about to cry. They all looked at each other and gave reassurance to Jake. “It’s that alcohols been helping me try to forget that we broke up..i want things to go back to where they used to be.” He said tears streaming down from his eyes.

“Don’t worry. She still cares about you Jake. After all it’s just things been stressful lately.” Sunoo explained to him. “Yeah all relationships go through this phase, the thing is you two just need to learn how to take care of it..” Heeseung added. Jake was thankful for his friends. He felt he had enough courage to talk to you tomorrow.

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Jake unfortunately had been hung over. Everything hurts. His head, his throat, and of course his heart. Despite sleeping, the thought of you always came to mind. He wondered what you were doing right now. Go eat breakfast? Watch TV? Maybe even think of him? Again, Jake was pretty desperate for you. He thought of contacting you later this evening. Just try to check on you and possibly try his best to at least rekindle your relationship. As if on cue, his phone buzzed. It was you. You texted him first.

“Hey Jake, how have you been?”

“Nothing. Just really bored haha hbu”

Wow. You even sound polite. But this was a step. It takes a while after your message finally sent.

“Can we talk? I just feel like things aren’t really going well for me and it seems like your drinking a lot again”

Jake looked the message again. How’d you know? How’d you know he’s been abusing alcohol? He felt guilty but he didn’t want to be a liar so he admitted it.

“It’s okay. Let’s just have dinner today at 7:00 I really miss you. And hopefully you stop drinking so much”

Jake cheered. He couldn’t believe it. Even though his throat hurts he manages to shriek out loud and make his neighbors knock on his door.

“Miss you too. It’s a date.”

And the answer to the question is it the beer or your love? He a 100% chooses your love. Every time.

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I’m so into writing rn..

[kerbearsbakery]

This beer or your love?

Pairings: Jake x reader

Word count: 1.k (essentially this is a Drabble.)

Summary: where Jake is drinking his pain away with beer after your little break up. And of course the aftermath of drinking too much.

Warnings: Jake lowkey being an alcoholic, but it’s just cause it’s post breakup.. not really accurate.

Authors notes: saw an old draft of a fic I was gonna upload but got depressed so here’s a refurbished version of it. Have fun reading!! (And for all the pinoys I did listen to itchyworms while writing)

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

It was already a month after you and Jake had broken up. He couldn’t even remember why you two broke up. But it’s probably cause of his stupidity. He sat there with all six of his friends trying their best to consult the poor boy. “Jake. Seriously dude you’re gonna shatter the glass with how hard you’re gripping it.” Jay warns him. He wasn’t even concerned about his glass but his friend. Jake pours another bottle of beer into his glass.

“If you really want to earn ___’s love, stop drinking. Choose between the beer or her love.” Heeseung tries to provoke Jake, though it’s clear that he’s too drunk to care. After gulping down his glass, he reminisces of the times you and him had spent together before the break up.

.

.

.

“Jake!” You said trying to pry off his face from your cheeks. “Can’t help it.”

He gives you some space before attacking you with kisses. It was these moments that Jake felt like he had won in life. Jake grabs your waist and pushes you down the bed with him, you landing on top of him. “Your lips are so..soft.”

You traced your finger around his lips, and kissed him. He repositioned you, making you hug him. “It’s only soft cause you keep on kissing it.” He whispered closely to your ear. You giggled at his teasing, and hugged him closer.

.

.

.

The memory fades away as the he starts to sober up. Shit. He needs more. “Sunoo pass me that one.” Jake said not even caring what kind of beer it was. “No. Hyung, it’s about time you start sobering up.” Riki said seriously to him. Instead of listening to him, Jake decided to get the beer himself and started chugging it without warning.

“Wahhh…he did it again..” Sunoo sighed and put his hand on his face. Even though Jake never complained or rambled about your break up, it’s clear he’s thinking of it. They all knew Jake was the type to keep it all to himself but this looked like it would end badly. And with all that alcohol consumed he starts dreaming again.

.

.

.

“Jake?” You tapped his shoulder, multiple times. This was in college, were he ended up placing his grades over his health. “Come on, drink some water.” You bring your waterbottle to his mouth, encouraging him to drink up. Jake accepts the water bottle, his heart warming up to your care for him. Truthfully sometimes he does this on purpose. He knows you’ll always be there for him.

“Let’s go eat ___.”

He smiled gently at you, “My treat.” Intertwining your hands with his. Standing up and picking up his belongings you both get out of the library, the cold air making you shiver. Jake tightens his hold on you, suddenly he runs. “WHAT THE FU-“ You yelped, trying to catch up with his speed. You can hear him laugh teasingly.

In that moment, its as if Jake doesn’t have an assignment due in two days, just you and him having fun. The warm sensation of your hands together, the slight redness in both of your cheeks making you two look silly, will at that it gives you two enough energy to keep running towards the restaurant where Jake wanted to go.

.

.

.

“Let’s clean up all the alcohol before he sobers up and starts wanting more.” Jungwon suggested to everyone, of course they all listened and hurriedly cleaned up everything. They all sat down in time to see Jake sobering up again, and depressed. “Where’s the alcohol?” Jake impatiently looked around, seeing the table empty he felt confused. “No more alcohol. Just say what you NEED to say.” Sunghoon looked him in the eye. “You’re gonna get alcohol poisoning soon if you keep this up.” Jay rubbed Jake’s back trying his best to comfort him.

Jake takes a deep breath. “Just..I don’t know. I loved her so much, and I still do! But you know she said we should take a break and all that and I don’t know i just you know?” Jake murmured, the beer affecting his speech. He was sniffing, signaling he was about to cry. They all looked at each other and gave reassurance to Jake. “It’s that alcohols been helping me try to forget that we broke up..i want things to go back to where they used to be.” He said tears streaming down from his eyes.

“Don’t worry. She still cares about you Jake. After all it’s just things been stressful lately.” Sunoo explained to him. “Yeah all relationships go through this phase, the thing is you two just need to learn how to take care of it..” Heeseung added. Jake was thankful for his friends. He felt he had enough courage to talk to you tomorrow.

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.

Jake unfortunately had been hung over. Everything hurts. His head, his throat, and of course his heart. Despite sleeping, the thought of you always came to mind. He wondered what you were doing right now. Go eat breakfast? Watch TV? Maybe even think of him? Again, Jake was pretty desperate for you. He thought of contacting you later this evening. Just try to check on you and possibly try his best to at least rekindle your relationship. As if on cue, his phone buzzed. It was you. You texted him first.

“Hey Jake, how have you been?”

“Nothing. Just really bored haha hbu”

Wow. You even sound polite. But this was a step. It takes a while after your message finally sent.

“Can we talk? I just feel like things aren’t really going well for me and it seems like your drinking a lot again”

Jake looked the message again. How’d you know? How’d you know he’s been abusing alcohol? He felt guilty but he didn’t want to be a liar so he admitted it.

“It’s okay. Let’s just have dinner today at 7:00 I really miss you. And hopefully you stop drinking so much”

Jake cheered. He couldn’t believe it. Even though his throat hurts he manages to shriek out loud and make his neighbors knock on his door.

“Miss you too. It’s a date.”

And the answer to the question is it the beer or your love? He a 100% chooses your love. Every time.

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I’m so into writing rn..

[kerbearsbakery]

Teylu Masterlist (avatar)

(Do you guys get the reference..)

⟡Neteyam

•nothing yet..

⟡Lo’ak

•nothing yet..

⟡Jake

•nothing yet..

⟡ Neytiri

•nothing yet..

⟡Kiri

•nothing yet..

⟡Spider Socorro

•nothing yet..

⟡ Ao’nung

•nothing yet..

⟡ Tsireya

•nothing yet..