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FORBIDDEN DREAMS - ANAKIN SKYWALKER
queen!reader x jedi!anakin skywalker
word count: 1, 594
contents: 18+, fluff
Happy new year everyone!❤️
If somebody has told me a month ago that we would get to see Neteyam and Tsu‘tey in the same frame I would not have believed them
And here I am, crying my eyes out.
Small Hands, Big Future
Pairing: Neteyam x Reader
Word Count:898
Request open!
The fire crackles softly in front of you, sending sparks into the night air. The forest hums around you,low, steady, alive. You sit on a woven mat near the edge of the light, knees pulled close to your chest, hands resting over your stomach like they belong there now.
Because they do.
Neteyam lowers himself beside you, careful, always careful lately. He doesn’t say anything at first. He just sits, shoulder brushing yours, close enough that you can feel his warmth without him overwhelming you.
“You’re quiet,” he says eventually.
You smile faintly. “So are you.”
He exhales through his nose. “I’m thinking.”
“That makes two of us.”
He turns his head slightly, studying your face. “Good thoughts or heavy ones?”
You consider it. “Both.”
Neteyam nods like that makes perfect sense. “Do you want to tell me?”
You hesitate, then rest your palm more firmly over your stomach. “I was thinking about… names.”
His ears flick up instantly. “Names?”
“Mm,” you murmur. “I know it’s early. But my mother used to say names are promises.”
Neteyam’s expression softens. “What kind of promise?”
“That you see who they could become,” you say quietly. “Even before they know it themselves.”
He’s silent for a moment, then says, almost shy, “Have you thought of any?”
You glance at him. “Have you?”
He huffs a small laugh. “I didn’t think I was allowed yet.”
You bump his shoulder gently. “You’re the father. I think you’re allowed.”
That makes him still.
Not tense,just… aware.
“The father,” he repeats softly, like he’s testing the shape of the words.
You watch his face carefully. “Does that scare you?”
He thinks about it. Really thinks. Then he answers honestly. “Yes.”
You nod. “Me too.”
“But,” he adds quickly, “not in a bad way. Just… in a big way.”
You smile. “That’s how it feels to me.”
Neteyam looks down at your stomach, eyes warm, reverent. “Sometimes I forget they’re not here yet. And then sometimes it feels like they’ve always been.”
You swallow. “I feel that too.”
He hesitates, then asks, “Can I…?”
You take his hand and place it gently over yours.
He goes very still.
“They’re so small,” he whispers.
You laugh softly. “You can’t feel anything yet.”
“I know,” he says, embarrassed but smiling. “I just mean… the idea.”
“The idea is small,” you agree. “But the future isn’t.”
That earns a quiet smile from him.
“What kind of world do you want them to grow up in?” he asks.
You stare into the fire, watching the flames twist. “A gentler one.”
Neteyam nods slowly. “Me too.”
“I want them to feel safe asking questions,” you continue. “Safe being unsure. I don’t want them to think they have to be perfect to be loved.”
His jaw tightens slightly at that, but his voice stays calm. “I won’t let that happen.”
You glance at him. “You can’t control everything.”
“I know,” he says. “But I can control how I treat them.”
That makes your chest ache in the best way.
“What about you?” you ask. “What do you want for them?”
He’s quiet longer this time. Then he says, “I want them to be kind.”
You smile. “That’s it?”
“That’s everything,” he replies softly. “Strength can be taught. Skills can be learned. But kindness… that’s a choice.”
You reach for his hand again. “You already have that.”
He shakes his head. “I try.”
“That’s enough,” you say. “Trying matters.”
He looks at you then,really looks at you. “I want to teach them that too.”
Silence settles between you, comfortable and warm.
Then you say, “I thought of a name.”
His eyes widen. “Already?”
You nod. “Just one.”
He leans in slightly. “Tell me.”
“Not yet,” you tease.
He groans quietly. “That’s cruel.”
You laugh. “I’m carrying your child. I’m allowed to be a little cruel.”
He smiles despite himself. “Fine. Then I thought of one too.”
“Did you?” you ask, surprised.
He nods, a little bashful. “But I don’t know if it’s good.”
“There’s no such thing as a bad name,” you say gently.
He hesitates, then says it quietly, like he’s offering something fragile.
You repeat it under your breath, tasting it.
“I like it,” you say.
Relief floods his face. “You do?”
“Yes,” you say firmly. “It sounds strong. And soft.”
He exhales, shoulders relaxing. “Good. I wanted it to sound like… hope.”
Your freckles glow faintly at that.
Neteyam notices. “You’re glowing.”
You roll your eyes fondly. “You say that every time.”
“Because it keeps happening,” he replies, smiling.
The fire pops, sending sparks upward. Somewhere deeper in the forest, a creature calls out.
Neteyam shifts closer, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t know everything,” he admits quietly. “I don’t know how to be a father yet.”
You close your eyes. “Neither do I.”
“But,” he continues, voice steady, “I promise this,our child will never wonder if they are loved.”
Your throat tightens. “Neteyam…”
“They will know,” he says, firm now. “From the first breath to the last.”
You lean into him, letting yourself breathe.
“They’re lucky,” you whisper.
He pulls back just enough to look at you. “So am I.”
You smile, tears threatening but not falling. “Small hands,” you murmur.
“Big future,” he finishes.
And for the first time since you realized your life would never be the same, the future doesn’t feel heavy.
It feels bright.
Should I say perfect or sweetest, or even made me feel so much, in such a little time?
I just say that all. <3 This was amazing.
should've been there.
female!na'vi reader x neteyam. 2.1k wc
summary: fluffery! reader is openly paired with neteyam in the clan, but not yet mated. when a group of hunters begin mocking reader (and even flirting with her…), specifically about neteyam’s restraint to bond, he overhears and grows angry.
oooo yeah possessive neteyam… I like it. first try at an avatar fic lmk what we think.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
the bond between you and neteyam has never been questioned, evident in the way you are never seen apart. even when you are, it still thrives in the small things; glances across the woven huts, the permanent bracelets engraved with shared initials. everyone in the clan knows you are paired, most not minding the fact that the mating ceremony has not yet been enacted. there is no rush between you two on this journey, a journey guided by eywa’s steady breath.
so, when the training rotations shift for a week, it feels insignificant. hunters are reassigned, paths diverge for a few days, and you’re placed in one group whilst neteyam leads elsewhere. you kiss his cheek before parting when he hugs you tight, promising to meet later, neither of you thinking twice about the situation.
“see you soon, sevin.”
“soon, ma’sayrìp.”
your friends giggle around you, his own mirroring the actions.
you trust him completely, and he trusts you impossibly more. it’s only a temporary separation, nothing more than duty, but it’s the first time in a while that you’re not glued to his side. neither of you realize how much that small distance is about to matter.
-
your new group is made up of familiar faces, young hunters like you with reputations that shine brighter than their smiles. ra’vir grins too wide when you step closer to the senior hunter to hear the instructions. his friend tsìkal, equally as dickish, elbows him lightly as they share a whispered joke. they offer to show you the path, even though you already know it.
“easy work today, a lucky group we have.” ra’vir says casually. you laugh softly, assuming he’s referring to the training. it doesn’t take long for the tone to switch. whispers trail behind you when you walk ahead, low and mocking. you’ve always been aware of the curiosity around the ‘delayed’ bonding of you and neteyam, but in your opinion it couldn’t come close to being a problem. interrupting your thoughts, xeytu’s voice carries enough to be heard,
“she’s still waiting, huh?” followed by quiet laughter. tsìkal glances past you, towards neteyam’s group in the far distance who are starting their trek, smirking.
“strange.” he adds. you don’t understand their jokes and don’t want to provoke them either, so again you just smile, adjusting your gear, unaware of the glances exchanged behind your back.
the comments grow bolder as the hours pass, and at times physically bold. xetyu reaches out without asking, fingers tracing the curve of your bow as he inspects it.
“light,” he says, tugging it before you pull away from him. “delicate, like you. has he taught you to use it properly?”
you tighten your grip, calm on the surface even as you feel unease rise in your heart. tsìkal snorts.
you maintain composure.
“we have taught each other. it is not so difficult, or did you need help learning, xeytu?”
the others laugh at your remark, eyes lingering too long on you instead of the targets infront. you step away, straighten your shoulders and move with a quiet confidence. you’ve trained too long to be shaken by a few loud mouths, especially those that come from hunters much less competent than you are.
ra’vir steps into your space again, this time deliberately brushing your shoulder to test how much you’ll yield. tsìkal laughs under his breath and nudges you lightly with his elbow, enough to throw you off your balance. you scoff and take a large step forward again, muttering a quiet ‘please, stop.’
“you’re patient. more than most would be.” ra’vir teases. “you know, I’d never leave you waiting like he does.”
“I’m not waiting for anything, ra’vir. I trust in our path, to question it is to question eywa.”
your jaw tightens, and your knuckles turn pale with the force you use to hold your arrows. xeytu reaches for your wrist as if to calm you, fingers lingering far longer than necessary.
“easy, taronyutsyìp.” (little hunter) he murmurs. “he’s just saying what we’re all thinking.”
something angry flashes through you. in irritation, you twist in one smooth motion, freeing the threaded cap of your knife as you turn to a still. as ra’vir skips to follow you, his hand catches on the edge of the blade. there’s a sharp groan as he jerks back, his other hand lifting to assess the bleeding. you smirk and tuck your knife back in your side.
“what are you thinking now? skxwang.”
tsìkal, aggresive in nature, snaps.
“who the fuck do you think you are-“
sa’niri moves fast, stepping between you and them with a sharp hiss. she’s older, a senior hunter who they wouldn’t dare to cross.
“enough,” she shouts. “have you forgotten where you are?”
ra’vir’s head drops to the ground, already backing away.
“we- we were just talking.”
her eyes flick to the cut on his hand.
“you don’t touch what isn’t yours, child.” xeytu scoffs at this, mumbling something under his breath. sa’niri notices.
“say it louder. let everyone hear.” she says. xeytu looks up, ears dropping in shame as he finds the dissapointed eyes of the other hunters around, judging.
silence.
“go. you are dismissed from here.” she commands, and they do, retreating back into the woods where they can no longer be watched.
“are you alright, tsmuke?” (sister) her voice now soft.
“I’m okay. thank you, sa’niri.” you hug her briefly, before being pestered by hunting friends about what the hell had just happened.
-
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
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a few skips away, neteyam’s rotation ends much earlier than expected, his group dismissed while the sun is still high. he walks back toward the eating fire with his other hunting friends, the conversation light until lo’ak approaches.
“hey,” he says. “I heard what happened, she okay?”
neteyam keeps walking but there’s a halt in his step.
“why wouldn’t she be?”
lo’ak exhales, knowing how this could potentially go wrong.
“ra’vir, tsìkal, xeytu…? got sent back. sa’niri schooled them. they were messing with her… talking about you.”
now he stops. the muscles in neteyam’s jaw flex hard. his hand grips on lo’aks shoulder.
“is she hurt? where is she now?”
“she’s still training, bro. she’s fine.” he added quickly. “she handled it, ‘heard ra’vir caught a nice scar.”
neteyam turns without another word, furious knowing that you had to use your blade to defend yourself against these fucking pricks. lo’ak catches his arm.
“neteyam, they’re gone I said. she’s safe now.”
he snatches his arm back, eyes dark.
“that does not mean it is finished.”
he finds them near the edge of the swing tree, already miles ahead of lo’ak. the moment they see him, colour drains from their faces, tails wrapping around their own legs in fear of what’s to come.
neteyam is older, larger, marked with responsibility that they have not encountered yet. when he pushes ra’vir lightly with his finger, his back hits the tree. no one speaks.
“what did you think you were doing, exactly?”
ra’vir swallows. tsìkal shifts his weight between legs, xeytu hiding behind with eyes fixed on his feet.
neteyam steps closer.
“you touched her?” he’s controlled, even calm when he speaks, which somehow makes it worse.
“we didn’t mean-“ tsìkal starts.
“no.” neteyam shoves him without warning, hard enough that he slams int xeytu. the sound echoes and none of them dare to move.
“you do not mean anything with her,” he spits. “you do not look at her. you do not speak her name.”
xeytu’s voice breaks when he speaks.
“neteyam, we were joking. we are sorry.” neteyam drives his fist into the tree beside his head, splintering wood.
“you joked about what is mine. my mate.”
lo’ak has caught up now, pulling neteyam back.
“bro! stop this. now.”
neteyam is about to speak again when he feels jake’s presence. he steps in close, hand firm on neteyam’s shoulder.
“what is it, boy? you wanna tell me what the hell happened?”
neteyam looks up at him, his chest rising and falling with a harsh pace. he starts to ramble, “they put their dirty hands on her. she had to draw her blade. I couldn’t be there- training-“
“I got it.” jake’s eyes harden as he looks at the boys up and down, taking in their fear, their shame. he pulls neteyam back by the arm, firm but understanding while they walk off.
the hunters are left standing there, shaken, humiliated, fully aware that everyone will know why they were dismissed, and which family they wrongfully crossed.
“you did the right thing, son. but you lead, starting now. we handle this different, the right way.”
neteyam nods once, the anger settling but not fading entirely.
-
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dark blue has crept over the sky of pandora once your training is complete. you rush to hometree to find neteyam, but he isn’t there, and he isn’t at his family hammock either. so, you find him where you expect to next, far enough from kelutral that the sounds of the clan fade into leaves and glowing biodiversity. he’s sitting with his back against a slanted rock, its coarse surface blanketed with sparkling moss. his eyes are closed, and with your feather-light walk he does not sense your approach.
“hey,” you say softly.
he looks up immediately, relief flashing across his face. his shoulders drop instantly and he feels his anger drain into something lighter.
“hey, ma’tsawke. come here.”
you barely had time to kneel before his hands were on you, his thumbs brushing your arms, shoulders, checking for anything out of place. he kissed your head and pulled you close to him.
“ngatxoa,” (im sorry) he hums.
“I hate that I wasn’t there, baby.” he speaks quietly, but the guilt is loud. the sound of his voice, coated with the velvet of his na’vi accent, resembles a purring when he talks to you… baby… the english term that he used frequently, caused a purple flush to appear on the tips of your ears and nose.
“I’m okay,” you say softly, letting him check all of your skin. “I promise.”
“I know,” he says, quick. “I know you can handle yourself.” his hand slides to your waist, effortlessly pulling you into his lap. “that doesn’t stop this from eating at me.”
he leans his forehead into yours, breathing you in.
“seeing you right now… I just don’t want to let go.” his voice drops.
you smile faintly. “nete’, you’re squeezing me really hard.”
“yes,” he admits. “I need to.” his fingers trail up your back, drawing patterns into your soft skin. “I missed you today. too much.”
you tuck closer into his chest. “I missed you too.”
he presses a kiss into your hair, then your head, then your nose. then, he lets his forehead rest on yours.
“they didn’t hurt you, sevin?”
you try to shake your head. “no. just made me uncomfortable.” his grip on you becomes the slightest bit tighter.
“what did they say to you?” he asks. you sigh in response.
“please, baby.” he says gently. “I want to know.”
you smile, nails tracing the curves in the braids that fell in-front of his face.
“they called me taronyutsyìp,” you huff softly. “as if I didn’t earn my place there.”
he doesn’t interrupt.
“and they kept touching my things,” you continue. “my bow. my hand.” you glance up at him. “I didn’t like it.”
silence settles between you, tense but controlled. his hands curl slowly, then relax again, like he’s forcing himself to stay calm.
your hands rest on his shoulders.
“ma’teyam,” you say quietly. “tell me what you’re really thinking.”
he exhales through his nose.
“I’m angry,” he starts. “not at you. never.”
“I hate that they spoke to you like that.” a pause.
“and I hate that they touched you at all.”
you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, then another at the corner of his mouth.
“I see you, neteyam.”
“I see you, yawne.”
you kiss him properly this time, feeling the tension escape him with your touch. his hands leave your back to hold your face, pulling you deeper into his lips with the most gentle force.
“you’re the only one that matters to me.” you murmur against him. you feel the corners of his mouth curl into a smile, and you pull away to admire the sight.
“there’s my pretty boy.” you coo, pointer finger stroking along the edge of his jaw.
his breath shudders out, tension finally easing as he pulls you closer, forehead resting against yours again.
“you’re perfect, my syulang. always so sweet.”
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your lover shows you a human invention you'll cherish forever...! notes: yawne stands for beloved, and sevin stands for pretty. neteyam x reader
"neteyam,"
his glittering eyes raise from the basket he'd been weaving, hands quickly falling from the thin vines so he can redirect his attention towards your form instead. neteyam's palm reaches out to tug you gently onto the forest floor beside him, curling around your waist the moment you're in arms length
"you have my bag with you, sevin?" he questions with a confused smile, and you nod with a frown as you pull out the item inside that had brought upon more confusion and questions than you could count
"i was looking for a spare cloak in your hut but... i found this. what is this, neteyam?" you inquire, holding up the bulky piece of metal in your hands carefully as a smile blooms across neteyam's face. his golden eyes crinkle with barely restrained glee as he quickly takes the mystery object from you
"it is a human invention, love. they call it a camera." he tells you, reaching a teasing hand out to pinch your cheek as you smile with a soft giggle
"a camera? what does it do?" you question curiously, scooting closer to him as neteyam presses a button to power it on. he uses his other hand to wrap around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as your head naturally falls to rest against his shoulder
"let me show you."
after a few minutes, he holds the object up to his face and pointed your way
"alright, pretty girl. could you smile for me?" neteyam prompts, and you squint your eyes with a confused hum
"smile?" you murmur, playing with the grass beneath you idly as he nods
"look right into this circle for me while you do alright?" he says as he taps the circular glass, and you do as he says—neteyam would never mislead you, so you don't think twice before sending a beaming smile towards the foreign device in his hands. he laughs softly behind it, before a light shutters and you let out a small sound of surprise
moments later, it produces a small piece of paper. neteyam holds it carefully in his hands after pulling it out, eyes softening as his fingers trace over the image printed before handing it to you. you take it, eyes widening once you realize what it is
"it's—it's me!" you exclaim, holding it close to your face and squinting in awe. you'd only see your reflection in water most of the time, but this—this was a physical copy for you to look at!
"it is," neteyam says, scooting closer as he places a sudden kiss onto your cheek, right near the corner of your mouth
"what was that for?" you giggle, nose gently nudging against his own as he sighs happily
"just felt like kissing you." he murmurs, fingers curling around the object as he suddenly stands
"wait here." neteyam says, looking around before finding a low hanging vine and carefully propping the camera onto it and racing back towards you
"yawne! come here, my love, and smile big!"
he reaches you in a matter of seconds, wrapping his strong arms around you before smushing his cheek against your own and tilting it towards the propped up camera. you can't help the laugh that fizzles out of you from surprise, and the camera clicks at that exact moment. when you both look over the picture minutes later, neteyam deems it perfect.
I hope Neteyam fandom, never dies. Let’s keep him alive, cause Jim couldn’t.
I hope im not the only one, who would have loved to see, more of Lo’ak and Tsireya in Afaa?
Post-avatar depression is so real, ‘cause what do you mean I already re-watched AFAA yet I can still feel the emptiness and longing in my heart 😭 (Its Neteyam being gone trust)
I sat in silence after the movie and still have an empty space in my heart…
Never your fault - Neteyam x reader
Summary: Inspo by the opening scene, with lo’ak and neteyam in the Avatar fire & ash. (Super short)
Warning/other: mentions of death, kinda spoilers to Afaa?
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Soft breeze of wind slammed into your face, while flying thuru the hallelujah mountains. Your Ikrans wings sound was like a heartbeat to your ears.
Hearing the familiar sound behind you, Neteyams call.
Turning your head to your side, you saw the boy of your dreams. The one you had loved so deeply and he had loved you, even more.
”Do you think you can catch me, … ?” He asked, with his beautiful smile on his lips. You laughed, and smiled at him. ”I’ve always won you, so I think I can do it now too.” You said. Neteyam laughed, ”let’s see.” And with that second he dived with his Ikran. Right after you realised he was gone, you dived after him.
You flew around the hallelujah mountains, trying to catch each others. Laughing and yelling stuppid comments to one and other.
After a while you saw Neteyam landing, to some grasspit over a mountain. You landed with him and got off your Ikran, giving them a little stroke.
Neteyam walked away a little, you following him about to jump to his neck. He knew you too well, because right when you were about to jump he turned around. You jumped a little, by how good he knew your moves. He smiled taking your hand, ”trying to scare me sevin?” He smiled down at you, and you giggled looking down at your feet.
Then you heard a sigh, making your eyes rise up to Neteyam. You looking a little worried, ”what is it tíyawn?” You asked taking both of his hands to yours.
He looked down at his feets, and them back to your eyes. The fear in his eyes, telling you already what he was about to ask. ”ma y/n, can I ask you something before you go?” He said, and you gave him a nod.
Neteyam waited for a minute, ”How did I die?” He finally asked.
Your eyes felt heavy again, your legs felt like drowning and your voice stuck in your throat. You looked deep to his eyes, ”Nete I….” You started tears running to your eyes, but he stopped you. ”It was not your fault y/n…” he said taking you to his arms.
You stayed there like that for a moment, then he wispered, ”tell him that it was not his fault either…”
And then everything faded away.
You were back at the spirit tree, lo’ak next to you. His eyes opened, you looked at each others. He took your hand, and gave it a squeeze.
He was never going to come back, and you both knew it.
Can we get Quaritch and lyle fics back please now after Afaa?🤗
Minimal Spoiler for afaa
Neteyams two minutes of screen time was the most meaningful, important and impactful part of the entire movie and I’m not exaggerating.
100% agree w this.
Just watched Avatar fire and ash, omg holyshit what a film….
