i just need to get skinny, dye my hair, get new piercings, buy my dream wardrobe, get a tattoo on my hand and inner lip, get skinny...then i'll be cool
a/n: just a little something to get the blog going. not the first avatar fic i've written, just the first that i've actually completed. also first time writing on tumblr so sorry if the format isn't good.
Neteyam sighed for the umpteenth time. He dragged a hand over his face with a tired frustration of a man who has lived through the same ridiculousness over and over again.
Once again, someone had stolen his wife.
He had left you sitting in the center of your shared kelku briefly, only to return to empty space and still air.
Without a second thought he marched through the worn pathway that he had followed too often for his liking in a single week. Each step betrayed the frustration that sat heavy on his bones but came to a stop when he reached his destination.
There, on the floor of his family's kelku, sat you and Lo'ak dipping freshly carved beads into dye and laying them out to dry.
Neteyam's shadow fell over the workspace.
"Really?"
You looked up and gave him a wry smile. A half apology and a half 'what did you expect'.
Lo'ak didn't twitch, just simply kept his focus on the task in front of him. Neteyam's mouth tightened into a thin line; one that said he was trying very hard to hold himself back. His anger filled the room with a thickness that made your movements slow but Lo'ak simply ignored it, the calm air around him repelling the daggers that were shot his way. Your eyes darted back and forth as you sat in the middle of the familiar dance between temperaments that you have been a spectator to for many years.
The silence lasted seconds that felt like days and nights coming and going. Eventually Lo'ak turned his gaze, finally looking away from the bead between his fingers and onto his brother who was wound so tightly he looked like he would snap in half.
"You mind?" Lo'ak said "you're blocking our light"
You pursed your lips as Neteyam grit his teeth. You turned away in an attempt to hide the subtle shake of your shoulders. Neteyam noticed anyway. He turned his ire onto you.
"This is funny to you?" His eyes narrowed. You looked down with a poorly hidden smile. "All i ask is for one—one day with my mate by my side, completely. One day without her being taken from me. And here you are, laughing at my misery" he leveled you with a stern look
"Dramatic much.." Lo'ak muttered, now grinding roots for more dye.
Neteyam snapped his head towards him.
"You" he pointed like a teacher scolding a rowdy child "Go.Away. Go back to the reef and leave her alone"
"Neteyam" you tried, but he ignored you.
"You're so possessive bro" Lo'ak raised a judging brow "No wonder she keeps running away"
"She is not running away, skxawng. She is just too nice to say no"
"Whatever helps you sleep at night"
Neteyam opened his mouth to retort but you stepped in "Ma 'teyam, do not be so mad. Lo'ak just needed help for today. You will have me tomorrow"
He scoffed "You say that now but tomorrow, if it's not this idiot, then it's someone else snatching you up"
"That's not true"
"Yesterday it was Tuk wanting to play by the river"
"Tuk is a child"
"The day before it was Kiri making you help grind herbs in the healers tent"
"Everyone else was busy"
"The day before that, it was my mother forcing you to bead a new curtain"
"I offered"
"Y/n "
"Neteyam"
Neteyam closed his eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. He felt like he was on the cusp of combusting into flames. The heat that swelled in his chest was suffocating.
"What’s all this?"
Neteyam jumped slightly at the hand now resting on his shoulder.
"I'm helping Lo'ak dye beads to carry back for Tsireya" you answered, happy for the change in conversation.
Jake hummed, eyes raking over the carefully lined beads that air dried. He crouched down to inspect it closer. "Looks good"
"Great, dad can help you now. Come (Y/n)" Neteyam beckoned, already half turned for you to follow.
At the questioning look on Jake's face Lo'ak supplied "He's just pissy she wants to hang out with me and not him"
"You—!"
"Y/n!" Tuk came rushing in, bypassing Neteyam completely and hopping right to the space next to you
"Tuk tuk!" You cooed, squishing her cheek against yours
She giggled "Y/n, we have to go to the river! Now! Spider said he saw viperwolf pups nearby and I want to see them" she yanked at your arm, try to lift you from the ground.
"Hey!" Lo'ak's brows furrowed "She can't. She's helping me with something"
Tuk stuck her tongue out at him.
"Hey (Y/n)" Kiri waltzed in "Can you come with me to the mountains? Mo'at needs dapophet pods"
"No! Y/n's coming with me!" Tuk's ears flattened.
"What? No way, she's already busy. Go by yourself" Lo'ak grumbled
"Umm.." Jake mumbled sheepishly "I actually needed her help to string some bows.." they all turned to him ".. your mother's busy and (Y/n)'s good at it"
"You've got to be kidding me"
"You can't be serious right now"
"All of you suck"
Everyone devolved into chaos. Voices climbed and teeth were bared. You sat there stunned by the whole ordeal, not knowing who to comfort and who to scold. Truthfully you didn't mind helping them all but knowing them, everything was a competition to be won and a tie would make them moan and groan, so you just kept silent. You forgot about Neteyam's presence until he made himself known again.
"That's it, I've had enough!" With lighting speed, Neteyam lifted you up and tossed you over his shoulder like a woven sack. You gasped, instinctively wiggling to escape his hold but it was no use, his grip was too strong. The rest of the family protested as he left without a word.
You hung uselessly as he stalked back to your kelku.
"You are not leaving my side ever again" he huffed.
You sighed, accepting your fate.
Lo'ak was right, he is dramatic.
not too proud of this, but i wrote and thought might aswell post it.
a/n: i've got tons of stuff in the works just fyi. it'll probaly just take forever for me to finish them and be actually satisfied enough to post.
Summary: neteyam doesn't appreciate his mate smelling like other men
Neteyam's eyes are hard, brows set in a straight and hard line. Anyone could see he was frustrated, sucking the fat of his bottom lip between his teeth. It catches your attention immediately, there are very few times to catch this man pouty nor annoyed.
This is Neteyam, the eldest of Toruk Makto is understanding, cool headed and unlike his father, not one who jumps to annoyance nor violence. He stands proud, watching as his father speaks despite his fitting thumbs and stiff tail. His body language gives it away, he's annoyed, the tip of his tail flickers as he notices your glance.
Never would you dare speak while the Toruk Makto does, however, you lean closer, a playful gesture as your braids touch the space below his chest, feel the harness of his muscular chest. Sometimes you forget how big he really is, a mix of his father's Avatar's genes no doubt, growing up with Neteyam you never expected him to tower over all the men of the tribe, even his father.
Neteyam lifts his head higher, nose scrunching with the look of disapproval. Best friends since birth, there is not much you don't know about him. The future clan leader and his arranged mate; training for the day you both will take over since the day you were both born. From being children that played together, to teenagers that fought each other, to now, young adults who just started to blossom a new found love for each other.
While the stars were aligned for both of you, it always seemed meant to be. From best friends to lovers.
But with that said Neteyam is shy, never to be guessed with the sheer size of him, nearly reaching the branches of the low hanging trees, shoulders the length of his own bow carved from the home tree.
It's hours later before you see him again, he continues to facade of not being able to stand your presence. Hair pulled back and wrapped with the silk bow, one strand falls as he focuses on twisting the twine together to complete the arrow.
His ears flicker at the sound of your foot steps against the rocks, quiet but as a trained hunter, he'd never miss. Your scent fills his being once again, his nose scrunching.
"Are you okay, Tam?"
Expecting words but met with his body turning to face the other way, the cold shoulder. Ever since admitting his feelings a few weeks ago, things have been... different. Despite always knowing you would have to be together, both you and Neteyam have decided that it would be on your own time, not anyone else's.
His body language should be enough to tell you to leave it there, ears so far back they almost begin to fold, the end of his tail flickering so ferociously that the hairs at the end tickle your skin. "That's how you're going to act? Like a spoiled brat?"
He scoffs, it seems to hit a never as he whispers under is breath.
"If you're going to say something, make sure I can hear it, idiot." It's almost like you are teenagers again with the pouting, ignoring and yelling.
"If you're going to be my mate, why do you smell so much like, T'sulla?" The words are like venom, filled with bitter jealousy as his hands fall to his side in jealousy.
There is a silence, uncomfortable but wanting that fills the air. Neteyam feels his heart pound, it feels as if a large rock is placed on his chest - making it hard to breathe. But that's until he hears it, the small giggle that makes him whip his head around, the giggles that soon turns into a full on belly laugh.
"Do you find this funny?" He hisses once again with furrowed brows, turning to fully face you. "You don't even smell like me anymore, you smell of him only."
"Well, consider it was your father who asked me to ride with him while on patrol, then yes, I would smell like him." Extending an arm to reach out and cup his cheeks, his eyes don't meet your own though, jealousy still pumps through his veins.
He hisses softly but there is no fang, it's a small warning but one that does not scare you. Instead, you find yourself scooting closer and closer until both pairs of your knees touch. His cheeks flush, no matter his sour mood, he is a shy man and has been in love with you since age 8.
He watches the way you angle your head, exposing your neck. The true position of submission, not to just any man but your future mate. The scent glands pulsate under his gaze, they call his name naturally but what makes his heart pound is your words, "I am your, Tam. I've been since we were children."
Despite not even a kiss yet, nature takes over and his body is leaning before his brain can catch up. His warm, smooth side of his tongue touches your skin, leaves a layer of spit that begins to appease his nose. He pulls away slowly, eyes never leaving your own as your own heart pounds.
Skin on fire, buzzing with heat as your mate's own scent begins to change. His throat is dry, feeling the heat start to pool in his own abdomen. While he looked as if he was going to pounce, your sweet, sweet Neteyam follows your previous movements. Tipping his head and exposing his own neck. his eyes close softly, peaceful, hoping you'll forgive him for his jealousy and childness. The actions speak loudly enough, no words are needed; you are mine and I am yours, we are equals.
cw: 18 +, kissing, hair pulling, fingering, p in v, & very dom neteyam
pairing: aged up! neteyam x fem! na’vi reader
wc: 870
synopsis: neteyam angry fcks you after getting worried because you were out with your reef friends for too long.
Neteyam stood tall and rigid by the entrance, his broad shoulders tense, tail lashing behind him in sharp, agitated flicks. His golden eyes burned with fury.
“You were gone for hours,” he growled, voice low and edged with steel. “Again. With those reef boys. Letting them brush against you like it means nothing.”
You crossed your arms, heart pounding from the argument that had been brewing since you returned. “They’re my friends, Neteyam. I grew up with them. It was just a hunt and a dive, nothing more. You’re being ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous?” He stepped closer, towering over you, flooding your senses with that unforgettable masculine musk. “You know what I see when you disappear with them? I see them wanting what’s mine. And you… you stay out there until the sky is dark, like my worry means nothing.”
Before you could snap back, his large hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist. He yanked you against his chest, hard enough to make you gasp. His other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so you had no choice but to meet his intense gaze.
“You drive me mad,” he hissed, breath hot against your lips. “I should tie you here. Keep you where I can see you. Where no one else can touch what’s mine.”
The kiss was punishing and demanding. His mouth crushed against yours, tongue pushing in without hesitation, claiming you with bruising force. You moaned into it, the fight in you melting into liquid heat as his hands roamed down your body, gripping your waist hard enough to leave marks.
Neteyam didn’t wait for permission. He spun you around and shoved you down onto the soft woven mats, following immediately to pin you beneath him. His weight was overwhelming. His broad chest pressed to your back, hips grinding against your ass so you could feel exactly how hard he already was.
“You want to act like you don’t belong to me?” he snarled against your ear, one hand yanking your loincloth aside roughly. His fingers found you slick and ready despite the argument, and he let out a dark, satisfied sound. “This says otherwise.”
Two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, stretching you open as his thumb circled your clit with rough precision. You cried out, pushing back against him, but he held you down with his body, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to sting.
“Neteyam—fuck—”
“That’s right,” he growled, pumping his fingers faster, curling them against that spot that made your vision blur. “Say my name. Remember who makes you feel like this.”
He didn’t give you time to recover. In one swift motion, he freed himself from his own cloth, his cock hot and heavy as it slapped against your ass. Thick, ridged, and already leaking for you. He lined up and thrust in deep with a single, brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
You screamed into the mat, the stretch burning so good it made your toes curl. Neteyam didn’t pause, he set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward hard enough to jolt your whole body with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the marui, mixed with your broken moans and his low, feral grunts.
“Too long out there,” he panted, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back, the other gripping your hip so tightly you knew you’d bruise. “While I waited here like a fool. Thinking about this tight little pussy wrapped around someone else.”
“Never—ah!—only you,” you gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts, the anger fueling the pleasure into something wild and desperate.
He snarled and fucked you harder, the ridges of his cock dragging perfectly against your walls with every angry plunge. His tail wrapped around your thigh, holding you open wider for him. Sweat slicked your skin, bodies sliding together as the tension from the fight poured out in raw, filthy need.
“You’re mine,” he growled, teeth grazing your neck. “Say it.”
“Yours—Neteyam, I’m yours—”
He reached around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast and firm while his cock pounded into you relentlessly. The coil in your belly tightened unbearably fast.
“Come,” he ordered, voice rough with his own building release. “Come on my cock like the needy thing you are.”
You shattered with a cry, clenching around him so hard your vision whited out. Neteyam followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a guttural groan, hips stuttering as hot pulses filled you.
For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. Then he collapsed over you, still buried deep, his arms wrapping around your waist more gently now. His lips brushed your shoulder, softer.
“…Don’t scare me like that again,” he murmured, the anger fading into quiet possessiveness. “I can’t stand it when you’re not here.”
You smiled faintly, reaching back to thread your fingers in his braids. “Then maybe next time you should come with me.”
He huffed a low laugh, nipping your ear. “Or maybe I’ll just keep you right here… like this.” His hips gave a lazy roll, still half-hard inside you, promising the night was far from over.
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