the most awkard accident with neteyam
It started the way most things did with the Sully kids with chaos, laughter, and you right in the middle of it.
You were barely past your first braiding ceremony when you met Neteyam.
Jake had brought his family to the village gathering, and while Lo’ak was already causing trouble by trying to climb the highest spiraling root, Neteyam stood quietly beside Neytiri, tail flicking with nervous energy. You, being the curious daughter of one of the best hunters, marched right up and offered him half your fruit.
He blinked those big golden eyes at you, then smiled very slow and shy. From that day on, you were inseparable.
You grew up chasing each other through the floating mountains, racing ikrans once you were old enough, whispering secrets under the glow of the Spirit Tree. Lo’ak was always there too, the chaotic third wheel who loved teasing you both mercilessly.
“Bro, you stare at her like she hung the stars,” Lo’ak would whisper when you weren’t listening. Neteyam would shove him so hard they’d both tumble into the river.
You never noticed. Neteyam was just… Neteyam. Your best friend. The one who braided your hair when your fingers got tired, who brought you extra portions of yerik meat because he knew you liked it spicy, who held your hand during thunderstorms because he remembered how they scared you as a child.
Neytiri would smile softly when she caught you two asleep against each other after a long hunt. Jake would clap Neteyam on the shoulder and mutter, “Kid, you’re denser than a thanator skull.” Even Tuk would giggle and draw little hearts in the dirt with your and Neteyam’s names.
But you? You thought the fluttering in your stomach was just excitement. Neteyam? He told himself the way his chest ached when you laughed was normal. Best friends cared that much. Right?
Years passed. You both became young adults—strong, skilled, beautiful in a effortless Na’vi way. Neteyam carried the weight of being the eldest son with quiet grace. You trained as a healer under Mo’at, your hands gentle but sure.
The bond between you only deepened. Late nights talking about everything and nothing. Shared glances across the communal fire. The way he’d instinctively pull you behind him when danger appeared, even though you were perfectly capable.
Lo’ak tried. Really, he did try.
One evening by the river, after you’d stormed off because some visiting hunter had flirted with you and Neteyam had gone strangely quiet, Lo’ak cornered his brother.
“Tell her what?” Neteyam asked, sharpening his knife with too much force.
“That you’re in love with her. That you have been since we were kids. That every time she smiles at someone else you look like you swallowed something not too good.”
Neteyam’s ears pinned back. “She’s my best friend, Lo’ak. I’m not going to ruin that.”
Lo’ak groaned, flopping dramatically onto the moss. “You two are going to make me lose my mind.”
The night, the forest was quiet except for the soft bioluminescence and distant calls of night creatures.
You and Neteyam had slipped away after the evening meal, like you always did. Just the two of you, sitting on a thick root overlooking a glowing pool. Your legs dangled, shoulders brushing.
“I’m tired of the expectations,” Neteyam admitted quietly, tail curling behind him without either of you acknowledging it. “Father says I must be the example. Always perfect. Always ready.”
You leaned your head on his shoulder. “You are perfect, Neteyam. To me, anyway.”
He went still. The air thickened. You felt his heartbeat pick up against your cheek.
You lifted your head. His eyes were already on you—dark, intense, pupils blown wide. Something in you cracked open.
“Neteyam…” you whispered.
One thing led to another the way it does when years of unspoken want finally spill over. A hesitant touch to your cheek. Your hand on his chest. Then you were in his lap, knees bracketing his hips, his large hands spanning your waist.
Your mouths met—soft at first, testing, then deeper. Hungrier. His tongue brushed yours and you whimpered into him. His hips rolled up instinctively, and you gasped at the hard heat pressing against your core through the thin loincloths.
“Yawne,” he breathed against your lips. Beloved. The word he’d never let himself say.
You rocked against him, slow and experimental, chasing a friction that made sparks shoot up your spine. His hands slid down to grip your ass, guiding you, grinding you down onto him. The cloth between you was soaked—yours with slick, his with the evidence of how badly he wanted you. Every roll of your hips dragged your clit against the rigid length of him, and you both moaned.
It got heated fast. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking marks into your skin. You tangled your fingers in his braids, tugging until he growled. One of his hands slipped under your loincloth, fingers teasing your entrance but not pushing in—just rubbing, circling, driving you higher while you rutted against his cock like you’d die if you stopped.
“Neteyam—oh, fuck—” you gasped, trembling.
He buried his face in your neck, hips jerking up harder. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t—”
You came first, clenching around nothing, crying out his name as pleasure crashed through you. He followed seconds later with a choked groan, spilling hot against your thigh and his own stomach, hips stuttering.
After, you stayed in his lap, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard. The reality of what you’d done settled slowly.
Neteyam’s eyes were wide, almost scared. “I… I shouldn’t have—”
You looked him once more, confused and trembling, then climbed off shaky legs. “ what do you mean….”
You both fled in different directions.
The next three days were pure torture.
You threw yourself into healing duties with Mo’at, grinding herbs until your hands ached. Every time you heard Neteyam’s voice outside the tsahìk’s marui, your stomach flipped. When you finally stepped out for fresh air, he was walking past with a patrol group. Your eyes met. His ears pinned back. He looked away first, jaw tight. You fled back inside.
That night you couldn’t sleep. You kept replaying the way he’d said “yawne,” the way his hands had felt on your hips, the broken sound he made when he came. Your body ached with want and confusion.
Neteyam spent the day on extra patrols. Lo’ak found him sharpening spears with unnecessary violence.
“Bro. You’re going to break that thing.”
Lo’ak sighed. “You finally made a move and now you’re both hiding? Classic.”
“I don’t know what she wants,” Neteyam muttered. “What if I ruined everything?”
You avoided the Sully marui completely. When Tuk came looking for you to play, you made excuses. At communal dinner you sat with the other healers, back turned to where Neteyam usually sat. You could feel his gaze burning into you the whole time.
He volunteered for a night hunt just to stay busy. When he returned at dawn, exhausted and covered in mud, he saw you helping an elder with bandages. Your hands were gentle, your smile soft. His chest hurt so badly he had to walk away.
Lo’ak cornered you that afternoon by the river while you were washing clothes.
“You’re really gonna pretend nothing happened?” he asked, arms crossed.
You scrubbed harder. “It was a mistake. We were emotional. He probably regrets it.”
Lo’ak laughed, he actually laughed. “He’s been in love with you since the fruit incident, you absolute skxawng. He calls you in his sleep. I’ve heard him.”
Your heart stopped. “He… what?”
But Lo’ak just shook his head and left you there, reeling.
The avoidance had become unbearable. You caught glimpses of him everywhere — braiding little Tuk’s hair, laughing with Jake, flying overhead on his ikran. Each time your eyes met for half a second before darting away. Your tail wouldn’t stop twitching. Your appetite was gone.
Neteyam looked just as wrecked. Dark circles under his eyes. His usual calm confidence cracked.
That evening you sat alone at the edge of the forest, knees drawn up, staring at nothing. The same pool where everything had changed glowed softly below.
Footsteps. Lo’ak dropped down beside you without asking.
“You two are idiots,” he said flatly.
You stared at him, stunned. “Shut up.”
Lo’ak rolled his eyes so hard you thought they might stick. “He’s down at the pool right now, looking like someone stole his ikran. Go. Before I drag you both there by your tails myself.”
He gave you a gentle shove toward the path.
Neteyam was exactly where Lo’ak said he’d be, sitting on the same thick root, elbows on his knees, staring into the glowing water like it might give him answers.
You stepped into the clearing. He stood up so fast he nearly lost his balance.
For a moment you just looked at each other — ears flat, tails low, hearts pounding.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you said, voice shaking but sure. “These three days have been hell. I can’t pretend I don’t love you. Not the way a friend loves a friend. I’m in love with you, Neteyam. I have been since we were children sharing fruit under the trees. I love your quiet strength, the way you always protect everyone, how gentle you are even when the world expects you to be hard. I love how you look at me like I’m something precious. I’m so in love with you it hurts.”
Then he crossed the distance in three strides and cupped your face with both hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks.
“I have loved you my entire life,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “Every single day. Every laugh, every hunt, every quiet night under the stars. You are my heart, my home, my mate. I was terrified that if I told you, I would lose you. But these days without you… I can’t breathe right. I love you. Eywa, I love you so much.”
Tears slipped down your cheeks. He kissed them away, then kissed your lips — soft at first, then deeper, pouring years of longing into it.
Somewhere in the trees above, you heard a very distinct, triumphant “Finally!” followed by Lo’ak’s laughter as he swung away on a vine.
You both started laughing as Neteyam pulled you even closer and kissed you again, slow and sweet.
After years of slow burning love, stolen glances, and everyone else knowing before you did, you were finally exactly where you belonged.
In his arms. In his heart. His mate.
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