Love Wasn't Part of the War
Pairing: Neteyam x Quaritch daughter! Reader (Sully x reader)
Summary: “You were sent to the Omatikaya clan to earn Jake’s trust as part of Quaritch’s plan. You didn't expect to fall for his eldest son, where does your loyalty lie?”
Years had passed since you first arrived among the Omatikaya and almost a year now since your relationship with neteyam, a stranger wrapped in lies, carrying orders that felt heavier than the weapons you once trained with.
Back then, every sound of the forest made your shoulders tense. Every shadow looked like danger. The glowing plants felt like eyes watching you, judging you. You walked carefully, spoke little, and slept with one ear open, always ready to run, always ready to report.
But time… time softened the edges of fear.
The forest that once felt foreign slowly learned your footsteps, and you learned its heartbeat. You knew which branches would bend without snapping, which streams were safe to drink from, which glowing seeds would drift down like quiet stars if you stayed still long enough.
The sounds of insects at night were no longer noise pressing against your skull they became a lullaby you didn’t realize you depended on until you left the village for hunts.
Home stopped being a word you avoided.
Home became the scent of damp earth after rain. The warmth of their laughter around shared meals. The way the children ran to you without hesitation, tugging at your hands, asking you to join their games, and somewhere along the way… your mission stopped existing.
Not all at once. There was no dramatic moment where you decided to betray the past. It faded slowly, reports left unsent, memories pushed aside, warnings ignored until they sounded less like orders and more like a distant voice carried away by wind.
Your dad once sharp and commanding, became a ghost in your head. His lessons blurred with time. His warnings lost their weight. The guilt you used to carry like armor started to crack… then crumble… until only faint echoes remained.
Because of Neteyam. It started small.
He who noticed you standing alone during your first celebration and wordlessly offered you a place beside him near the fire, who laughed quietly whenever you tried to act tougher than you were, not mocking you, just amused in a way that made your chest feel lighter, who corrected your words gently instead of calling attention to your mistakes. You expected suspicion from him. Distance. Maybe even hatred. Instead, he gave patience.
During training, when your muscles trembled from exhaustion, he stayed behind long after others left guiding your stance, adjusting your grip on the bow, praising effort instead of perfection. When you stumbled during hunts, he didn’t scold you like a soldier being corrected. He helped you up and said, “Again. You are stronger than you think.”
And slowly… you began to trust him.
There were quiet moments too, the ones that changed you the most.
Late evenings where he braided your hair carefully because your fingers were too sore to do it yourself. The brush of his knuckles against your temple when he checked if you were alright. The way his golden eyes softened whenever you spoke about things you once tried to hide, and how he really takes care of you like he would give the world to you.
He looked at you like you weren’t an outsider. Like you weren’t someone waiting to betray him. He looked at you like a person worth protecting and worth loving. And somewhere between shared hunts, whispered conversations under glowing branches, and laughter that came easier each passing day… your walls disappeared. You loved him. Not as part of a plan. Not as a calculated move. You loved him in the quiet way roots grow beneath the ground, slow, deep, impossible to pull out once they take hold. And that love buried everything else the mission, orders, warnings.
All of it sank beneath the life you built with him a life that felt real enough to make you forget there was ever a world where you didn’t belong here.
Sleep wouldn’t come. You lay beside Neteyam, your hand resting on his face, tracing the bridge of his nose down to his lips Eywa knows how many times you had kissed them and now to the soft curve of his cheeks, he slept peacefully. One arm rested loosely to your waist, his breathing slow and steady. The warmth of him usually calmed you, grounded you. You shifted carefully, trying not to wake him.
His ears twitched anyway. Golden eyes blinked open, instantly alert. “…You okay?” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. You forced a small smile. “yes everything's okay, go back to sleep” you whisper, he studied your face longer than necessary, like he could read the thoughts you were trying to hide. His thumb brushed lightly against your hip a silent grounding touch he always used when you felt uneasy. “Bad dreams?” he asked softly. You hesitated… then shook your head. “No dreams. Just restless.” as you say those words you can't help but sleep at him trying to keep his eyes open, kissing his forehead, You gently removed his hand from your hips and slowly got out of bed.
You stepped softly onto the cool forest floor, letting the night air brush against your skin. Each step carried the faint crunch of leaves underfoot, but the forest felt safe almost like it was welcoming you. The bioluminescent plants glowed softly, painting the shadows in gentle blues and greens. Normally, this walk would calm you, and tonight was no different. You felt at peace, unguarded, your body loose and free. Years of living among the Omatikaya had made you forget the fear that once clung to you. No one could come for you here you were certain of it.
You walked deeper, tracing your fingers along the smooth vines that glimmered in the night light. Normally, you would think of Neteyam how he would find this walk peaceful too but tonight, you didn’t even consider danger. You were too relaxed, but a twig snapped behind you.
You paused, curious but not alarmed. “Hello?” you called softly, “neteyam you there?”your voice drifting among the trees. Silence answered.
You turned slowly, scanning the shadows, but saw only the gentle shimmer of the glowing plants. You chuckled quietly, shaking your head. Probably just a branch falling. Before you could react, a strong hand clamped over your mouth. Another arm wrapped around your waist, yanking you backward into the deeper shadows. Your body stiffened, heart leaping, but your mind struggled to process you hadn’t expected anyone to be here. Not here, not now. The forest had always been safe.
Before you could react, a strong hand clamped over your mouth. Another arm wrapped around your waist, yanking you backward into the deeper shadows. Your body stiffened, heart leaping, but your mind hadn’t processed it yet the forest had always been safe. You had always been safe.
A low, cold whisper slid against your ear. “Stop squirming!” he loosen a bit his grip
“You think you can just ignore the reason why you're here?” The words made your stomach drop. Years of silence, of forgetting, of burying the past… and now it was here, in the flesh.
You spun, gasping and froze. Quaritch.
Even in the soft glow of the bioluminescent forest, he radiated menace. His eyes, sharp and calculating, cut into you like knives. “You’ve grown comfortable,” he spat, his words sharp as the edge of a blade. “Too comfortable. Safe enough to forget what you're here for huh.”
“I—” you started, but he tightened his grip on your arm, jerking you closer.
“You betray me now?” he barked, teeth clenched. “Just like him, You think you can walk away from where you came from? From me? You’re no better than him!”
“I’m not—” you shouted, twisting violently in his hold, “I’m not betraying anyone! I belong here!”
“Belong here?” he hissed, leaning in, spittle flying from his words. “You think your comfort, your little paradise, erases what you are! You betrayed me. You betrayed your own kind. You betrayed your purpose. And now you dare to defy me?”
“I didn’t betray anyone! I did what was right I understand everything why Jake turn his back on you” you yelled, kicking and twisting, your voice shaking with fury. “I’m not like him! I—”
“Not like him? Don’t make me laugh!” he spat, eyes blazing. “You’re walking the same path! Soft. Complacent. Weak. You think you’re free? You’re a traitor! And you—” he jerked you hard, making you stumble, “you’re going to pay for forgetting!”
You clawed at him, twisting, struggling against his iron grip. Rage and fear surged through you, fear of him, anger at being treated like a weapon again, and the bitter sting of being compared to Jake.
“Never!” you screamed, throwing your weight, trying to break free. “I’m not your puppet, and I'm not your daughter anymore if anything happens to them!” Quaritch’s hands tightened around you, his jaw working with the effort of holding back his fury. His spit landed on your cheek as he hissed, “You were supposed to obey and now—” you yell back, meeting his fury with your own. “I’m done! I’m not part of your plan and I’m not part of your world!” The forest seemed to hold its breath around you, the soft glow of bioluminescent plants illuminating the fight of wills one of raw control and defiance, years of training against years of choice, and the growing realization that the past wasn’t going to let you go so easily.
His grip tightened again, anger boiling over after your words. Without warning, he yanked you hard, dragging you through the undergrowth. Your feet caught on tangled roots, your balance breaking and suddenly the ground slammed into your side.
Air rushed from your lungs as you hit the forest floor, glowing dust scattering around you. Pain flared through your arm, Before he could grab you again a sharp rustle cut through the trees. Neteyam burst from the shadows, bow already drawn, arrow aimed straight at his chest. His golden eyes burned with fury and fear, scanning you first seeing you on the ground before snapping back to the threat in front of him.
“Let her go,” Neteyam growled, voice low and deadly.
Quaritch froze for a fraction of a second, eyes narrowing at the young warrior standing between him and his control. The tension in the air tightened like a pulled bowstring. Neteyam’s fingers shifted ready to release. “No!” you shouted, scrambling to your feet. Panic surged through you as you ran straight toward him, grabbing the bow, pushing it slightly off its aim.
The arrow released anyway slicing through the air striking a tree far to the side with a sharp crack.
The sound shattered the moment.
Quaritch’s eyes flicked between you and Neteyam, calculating. A cold smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped back into the shadows. He knew the advantage was gone. “This isn’t over,” he muttered, voice low, almost amused despite the anger still burning in his eyes. Then he turned disappearing into the forest as quickly and silently as he had come. Neteyam didn’t chase him. His hands dropped the bow immediately as he grip your shoulders, eyes scanning your face, your arms, your legs searching for injuries.
“did he hurt you? Are you okay?” he asked, voice tight, breath uneven.
Your heart still pounded violently in your chest, adrenaline refusing to settle. Behind you, the forest returned to its quiet glow but nothing felt peaceful anymore. The past had stepped into your present… and now he had seen it too.
His hands moved quickly over your arms your face checking for injuries. His breath was uneven, eyes sharp with worry. “I’m fine,” you insisted, trying to steady him. But his gaze dropped suddenly.
A thin line of dark red ran down your knee where the fall had torn your skin open against sharp roots. The sight made his expression change instantly fear flashing across his face like lightning. “You’re hurt,” he said, voice tight.
“It’s just a scratch,” you replied quickly, trying to stand fully. “I'll live—”
Before you could finish, he slipped an arm under your knees and another behind your back, lifting you into a bridal carry. “Neteyam!” you protested, startled, grabbing onto his shoulders for balance. “Put me down I’m fine! I can walk on my own!”
“No,” he said firmly, already moving through the forest at a fast, steady pace. His ears were pinned back, jaw tight. “You were attacked and get hurt You are not walking.”
“It doesn’t even hurt that much,” you insisted, shifting slightly in his hold.
He didn’t slow. “You are bleeding,” he answered simply. “That is enough.” The glow of the Omatikaya marui appeared between the trees as he carried you back toward the clan’s resting place. The moment he reached your shared space, he set you down carefully on a woven mat, hands still hovering like he was afraid you might disappear if he looked away for a second.
“Stay,” he ordered softly not harsh, just desperate.
Before you could argue again, he turned and rushed outside, scanning the nearby plants with quick, practiced movements. His hands moved over glowing leaves and soft moss until he found what he needed thick tìng leaf known for slowing bleeding and a bundle of luminescent healing moss often used by the clan’s healers to reduce swelling and infection.
He crushed the leaves gently between his palms, releasing their cool, glowing sap before hurrying back to you. As he knelt in front of you, the soft squish of the medicine echoed quietly and that small sound carried farther than either of you realized.
Jake’s ears twitched at the noise. He sat up slowly, confused, eyes adjusting to the dim glow outside. The low murmurs of voices and the faint scent of crushed healing plants drifted through the air.
“…Neteyam?” Jake called quietly, stepping outside, confusion etched across his face. “What’s going on? Why are you—”
His words stopped the moment he saw you sitting with a bleeding knee and his son kneeling in front of you with trembling hands, carefully pressing glowing leaves against the wound like you might shatter under his touch. His eyes sharpened instantly. “What happened?” he asked, voice low, serious, already sensing something was wrong.
Neteyam’s jaw tightened. His hands were still steady on your knee, pressing the glowing moss gently into the wound, but his eyes burned with something darker now anger, protectiveness, confusion. “She was attacked,” he said.
Jake’s ears flicked back instantly. His body stiffened. “Attacked?” he repeated, voice rising slightly. “Attacked by who?” A heavy silence settled between all of you. Neteyam hesitated for only a second before answering. “Them dad...the sky people..quaritch.” The name hit the air like a thunderclap. Jake froze. Completely still. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment his eyes lost focus like he was no longer seeing the marui, no longer seeing you or his son.
He was back there. The burning forest.Explosions tearing through sacred trees. Smoke choking the sky. Screams. Gunfire. Death. His jaw clenched hard enough to ache. Fear flickered behind his eyes, real fear quickly swallowed by anger. His hands curled into fists at his sides. “He found you,” Jake muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “He found us.”
“He tried to take her,” Neteyam added quietly, voice tight. “He grabbed her. Tried to force her away.” Jake’s head snapped toward you, eyes scanning your injuries again like he was seeing them for the first time. His chest rose and fell heavily. You could almost see the calculations running through his mind every past mistake, every loss, every battle that had cost lives.
“No,” Jake whispered. Then louder, sharper, decisive: “No. We’re not doing this again.”
Neteyam frowned. “What do you mean?”
Jake started pacing, restless energy taking over. “I’ve seen what happens when they find us,” he said, voice rough. “They don’t stop. They don’t negotiate. They burn everything in their path just to get what they want.” His eyes flicked toward the surrounding forest, glowing softly in the night peaceful, unaware. “I will not let this people pay for this war again.”
Your stomach tightened as realization began to settle in. Jake stopped pacing and faced you both, his expression set heavy with fear but driven by fierce determination. “We leave,” he said. “All of us. Before sunrise quietly. We disappear before they can come back” Neteyam’s eyes widened. “Leave… Omatikaya?”
Jake nodded once, jaw tight. “I’m not losing another home. Not this people. Not my family.” His voice cracked slightly at the last word before he forced control back into it. “If Quaritch found you once, he’ll come back with more. And next time… it won’t just be one man.”
Silence fell heavy in the marui. The glow of the healing moss reflected faintly against your skin. Outside, Pandora remained peaceful unaware that everything might change again. Jake inhaled deeply, shoulders heavy with the weight of his decision. “Wake your siblings,” he told Neteyam quietly. “pack everything you need.” And just like that the life you had built here, the home you had fought to protect began to slip through your fingers once more.
The news spread quickly once everyone woke. You barely remembered Jake explaining what had happened. The words echoed around you like distant thunder, but all you could hear was one thought repeating over and over in your mind.
You watched the people move quietly, packing your their things, preparing to say goodbye. Every face you passed carried trust… kindness… and none of them knew the full weight of what you had brought into their home. Your chest felt tight, heavy with a guilt that made it hard to breathe.
You had promised yourself you would never let your past follow you here.
Your hands trembled slightly as you packed your small belongings. Each object you touched carried memories, laughter, safety, love things you once believed you had earned. But now they felt fragile, temporary, like something you had stolen without meaning to. Before dawn began to touch the sky, you walked beside Neteyam towards Mo’at. He kept close to you, his shoulder brushing yours every few steps, silent but steady. You wanted to lean into that comfort… but the guilt sat between you like a wall.
If I had just stayed away… if I had told the truth sooner… none of this would be happening.
Mo’at stood waiting. Neytiri beside her, eyes sharp with grief and anger that you couldn’t help but feel responsible for. When Mo’at’s gaze met yours, it softened not accusing, not harsh and somehow that made the guilt hurt even more.
“I am sorry,” you whispered, voice barely steady. You didn’t even know if you were apologizing to her to the clan or to the life you were all leaving behind. Her hand rested gently on your shoulder. “The path you walk isn’t easy,” she said softly. “But you are not alone.” You wanted to believe her. You wanted to accept that comfort. But your thoughts kept dragging you back to Quaritch’s words, to your past, to the fear that everything good you touched would eventually be forced to run because of you.
As friends approached to say goodbye, children hugging your waist, warriors clasping your forearm, you felt like an imposter wearing a face that didn’t belong to you anymore. They smiled. They wished you safety.
Jake gave the signal. Without hesitation, everyone leapt toward their ikran, the familiar beasts shifting beneath them, muscles coiling, wings stretching wide against the sky. Your heart slammed in your chest, the wind whipping past as Neteyam pressed close behind you, steadying you on your ikran, Jake turned for one last look, Memories flashed through his mind, his first training day, laughter around the fire, Moments that felt permanent once… now slipping away like mist.
If I hadn’t let him get do this… none of this would be happening. If I hadn’t let my guard down… if I hadn’t…
The wind carried your thoughts away, but they kept returning, sharp as the claws of your ikran digging into the clouds. You felt small. Responsible. A single misstep, your choices, forcing the family to leave their home, to abandon the people that had welcomed you.
You flew slightly behind Neteyam, quieter than usual, movements slower, eyes distant. Normally you would be laughing with Lo’ak and spider racing ahead or pointing out shapes in the clouds. But now… nothing.
Neteyam glanced back more than once. Finally he slowed his ikran just enough to fly beside you, keeping a careful distance so both mounts could glide safely. He raised his voice over the wind. “You have been silent since we left,” he called, concern clear in his tone. “Are you hurt? Does your knee still ache?” You shook your head lightly. “No. I am okay,” you answered, though your voice lacked its usual energy. His brows pulled together. he replied gently. “Your body may be fine… but your spirit looks heavy.” You stared ahead at the endless sky for a long moment before answering. “Im just… tired,” you admitted quietly. “...sad..for everyone. For mo'at… for your family… for all the people we left behind.” Neteyam listened carefully, giving you time to speak. “don't worry too much okay? They're gonna be fine...and where going somewhere safe now.” you know everything is not going to be fine... As long as quaritch is standing, tired to protest anymore you just nodded.
Hours passed. The sun rose fully, burning golden across Pandora’s canopy. The forests, rivers, and mountains stretched below, beautiful and alive and yet you couldn’t shake the weight in your chest. Finally, the sea appeared wide, endless, the coral reefs glowing faintly beneath the water’s surface. And beyond it, rising from the waves, the home of the unknown clan. Their spires of wood and vines shimmered against the sunlight, welcoming yet unfamiliar.
Jake banked and descended toward the settlement, wings slicing through the salty breeze. Neteyam guide as you approached the water village, eyes scanning for danger, for familiar faces for any sign that maybe, just maybe, your dad wouldn’t follow you here. But the guilt clung like a shadow, whispering that he was still out there… still hunting. And even as you touched down on the docks, the village sprawling before you.
warriors gathered along the walkways, their taller, broader forms moving with quiet curiosity. Their gazes swept over your thinner builds, your forest clothing, your unfamiliar presence. when the crowd grew thicker and voices louder, you instinctively reached for Tuk pulling her close against your side, one arm wrapped securely around her shoulders to keep her calm and shielded from the overwhelming attention.
She pressed into you without hesitation, trusting, small fingers gripping your clothing as she hid her face briefly. Kiri was beside you holding to your arm, while lo'ak, spider was behind you and neteyam in front. Eyes were already on all of you.
The crowd slowly parted. From the center, two figures approached unfamiliar, yet impossible to ignore. Their presence alone quieted the murmurs around you. Warriors stepped aside without being told, lowering their gazes slightly as the pair passed. The first was tall and broad-shouldered, movements calm but powerful, every step steady like the tide itself. His eyes moved carefully over Jake… over Neytiri… over each of the children… assessing, measuring.
Beside him walked a woman whose presence felt sharper quieter but heavier somehow. Her gaze was intense, observant, taking in every detail your clothing, your posture, the differences between forest and reef people written clearly in her expression.
Jake straightened “I see you, tonowari” he said respectfully. Neytiri followed beside him. “I see you,” she echoed, her posture proud despite the long journey. One by one, we lowered our heads respectfully. You adjusted your hold on Tuk gently before offering the same greeting, keeping your voice calm even as unfamiliar eyes studied every movement. The tall man returned the gesture. “I see you,” he said. His eyes moved over Jake with quiet understanding. “Your name travels far beyond the forest, Toruk Makto.”
Soft murmurs rippled through the Metkayina.
Beside him, the woman watched silently at first, her sharp gaze studying the family closely your thinner builds, the forest clothing, the way the children shifted uneasily on the swaying platforms. Jake spoke carefully. “We seek uturu”
The woman stepped forward then, circling slowly. Her eyes lingered on Neteyam’s guarded stance, Lo’ak’s tension, Kiri’s curiosity… and Tuk pressed safely against your side. “These are forest people,” she said plainly. “Their limbs are made for climbing, not for swimming. Their breathing follows leaves, not waves.” She stopped in front of Jake, expression firm. “They cannot live by the reef. The ocean will reject them.” A quiet tension filled the space. Jake lifted his chin slightly. “We learn quickly,” he said. “We will adapt.” Jake nodded once. “We will learn your ways,” he added. “We will work to belong here.”
Tonowari watched the exchange carefully weighing Ronal’s concerns against Jake’s steady resolve. His eyes moved over the watching villagers before returning to the family.
“If you remain,” he said slowly, “you begin as strangers. You follow our ways. You listen to our people. Only then will the reef decide if you belong.” Jake bowed his head slightly. “We understand.” After a long pause, the leader gave a small nod. “You may stay,” he said.
The crowd shifted, curiosity mixing with uncertainty. You felt Tuk relax slightly against your side, though the weight of unfamiliar stares still pressed heavily around you. “Thank you”
After the decision was made, a young reef girl stepped forward bright-eyed, curious, and far less guarded than the adults around her. Her smile was warm as she approached. “I will show you,” she said gently, reaching for Lo’ak’s hand without hesitation. Her energy was light, welcoming a sharp contrast to the wary stares from others.
Lo’ak blinked in surprise but allowed himself to be pulled forward. Kiri and spider followed closely, curiosity already overcoming her nervousness. Tuk hurried after them excitedly, her earlier fear replaced by wonder as she stared at the endless ocean around her. Even Neteyam lingered nearby, watching carefully but allowing the younger ones to explore.
The sound of weaving and tightening knots filled the air as Jake and Neytiri worked on their new marui. Neteyam stayed beside them, moving quietly but efficiently securing ropes, lifting woven panels into place, adjusting the structure so it would hold against the ocean winds.
Sweat mixed with salt on his skin, but he didn’t stop until Jake finally gave a small nod of approval. “That’s enough for now,” Jake said, stepping back to examine their progress.
Neteyam exhaled slowly and straightened, his eyes instinctively searching the village scanning for his siblings first. He spotted them easily in the distance, laughter echoing across the water as Tsireya guided them through the shallows.
Standing alone near the edge of the water. Still. Quiet. Watching. You weren’t with the others. You weren’t helping with the marui anymore either. Just standing there, feet half in the water, gaze distant like your thoughts were somewhere far beyond the ocean horizon. Neteyam’s expression softened. Without saying anything, he stepped away from the marui and made his way toward you, the woven platforms shifting softly beneath his steps. The sound of waves grew louder as he approached, your focus so deep you didn’t notice him until he was already close.
He stopped just behind you for a moment, watching the way you stared at the water shoulders slightly tense, hands still at your sides.
Then gently… carefully… he wrapped his arms around you from behind.
Not tight. Just enough for you to feel him there.
His chin rested lightly near your shoulder as his voice dropped into a quiet whisper close to your ear. “How are you doing yawntu?” he asked softly.
You inhaled slowly, The warmth of him grounded you familiar in a place that still felt strange.
“I am… fine” you answered after a moment, your voice quiet. “Just thinking.”
He nodded slightly against you. “You have been thinking a lot today,” he murmured. “Standing alone… watching everyone else.”
Your eyes moved toward the water where the kids splashed and laughed, Tsireya’s bright voice carrying across the reef.
“They look like they belong already,” you said softly. “They are trying,” he replied gently. “So are you… even if it feels slower.” A small wave rolled over your feet, cool and steady. “It is beautiful here,” you admitted. “But it does not feel real yet.”
“It will,” he said quietly. “The forest did not feel like home to you at first either.” You smile, putting your hand to his, leaning back slightly into his chest without thinking. He didn’t say anything else for a moment just stayed there, swinging you gently presence calm and steady, letting the silence exist without pressure. Finally he spoke again, voice softer. “You do not have to stand alone every time your thoughts get loud,” he murmured. “You know that… right?”
“Sometimes I just need to watch everything,” you said. “To understand where I am.” he hum. “Then I will stand with you,” he said simply. And he did.
Just the steady warmth of someone who knew you well enough to stay quiet when words weren’t enough. You both stood there in silence for a while, His arms stayed wrapped around your waist, firm but gentle, His lips brushed against your shoulder, slowly trailing up to your neck.
“It’s been so long since we did…” he whispered softly against your skin. “Did what?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to give him more access.
“Come,” he murmured, taking your hand and leading you deeper into Awa’atlu far from the people, from a distance spider saw you both ran through the trees, shaking his head, smiling as the two of you sneaks again for alone time. “I found this place while looking for something useful,” he said, glancing around the peaceful, hidden spot. The sound of the waves was softer there, “And the first thing that came to your mind was…?” you teased, already smiling already knowing exactly what he was thinking. He gave you a cocky little smile before pulling you closer, his hand sliding gently to the back of your neck as he leaned in for a kiss his other hand rested on your ass cheek giving it a squeeze.
The slow kiss turned heated, his lips moving deeper, hungrier. Both of his hands gripped your ass, pulling you tight against his crotch. You moaned softly at the feel of his hard cock, your hands clutching his shoulders to steady yourself.
“Neteyam… someone might come here,” you whispered, breathless. “Shh… everyone’s busy,” he murmured as he lowered you to the ground, removing his loincloth without ever breaking eye contact. Your hands roamed over his chest, sliding down to his waist. He caught one of your wrists while his other hand stroked his cock slowly.
“Like filling your little cunny with my big, fat cock… and my seeds.” He leaned down and kissed you again, slow but possessive. “Take this off, baby… let me have you again.” Without hesitation, you pulled your clothes away. He kneaded one of your breasts while his mouth latched onto the other, sucking hard. Your hand dropped between you, wrapping around his cock, stroking it as you tried to guide it into your soaking pussy. “You really that greedy?” he muttered, eyes locked on you, your nipple still trapped between his lips.
You’re already nodding, thighs spread wide, your slick cunt open and throbbing, desperate for him. The tip presses against your entrance, he pulled himself up, sliding his length to your wetness then slowly slides inside, and your body tightens instantly, pulling him deeper with a wet sound that makes his breath hitch and his whole body tense at the feeling. "...ahh fuck not our first time anymore but you're still tight" His cock is thick enough to make you feel every inch, your slick walls stretching tight around him as he eases in. He grits his teeth, jaw tense, trying not to snap his hips forward too fast. The air grows heavy with heat and sound. He couldn’t hold back any longer, his hips starting to move in slow, testing rolls, each thrust growing deeper and more deliberate as he lost himself in the heat between you.
Your stiff nipples brushed against his sculpted chest as you wrapped your arms around him, fingers digging into his back. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, circling your clit in the same relentless pace as his thrusts. Your breath came out in ragged pants and broken moans, your core clenching and pulsing around the heavy length buried deep inside you.
With a smooth motion, he lifted one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, changing the angle so every push dragged perfectly along those overly sensitive spots inside your slick cunny. A rough, guttural sound tore from his throat, his head falling back as the pleasure hit him hard and his rhythm grew faster, rougher, more desperate.
His lips were restless and hungry, roaming over your neck with sharp little bites and lingering sucks, branding your skin with heated marks. “Dont pull away...,” he muttered against your pulse, his breathing rough and scorching as it fanned across your skin. His damp mouth pressed and dragged slowly, deliberately. “I swear I can’t get enough” he whispered hoarsely between breaths. A low, broken groan slipped from him as he lost himself against your throat, His mouth kept working over your neck, teasing and biting, while deep inside you, the building heat of your orgasm became impossible to ignore.
" I can't hold it anymore!! ”Every powerful thrust drove his balls snapping against the curve of your ass, while the tip of his hard cock plunged so deep it seemed to kiss your cervix with each stroke. Your body erupted in flames almost instantly, your back arching so far it felt like you might blackout.
As the intensity slowly ebbed, your breath returning, a heavy, satisfied warmth settling in every inch of you, he wasn't finished yet. With a guttural groan, his thick, heated release surged deep inside your slick, spent core, filling you completely.
Neteyam settled beside you, letting out a long, shaky breath, the warmth between you speak for itself. “You okay?” he asked quietly, voice soft, almost hesitant. You nodded, letting a small laugh escape. “Yeah… just… dizzy,” you admitted,
He smiled faintly, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re incredible… really,” he said, voice low and steady. “I could… stay here forever, just like this.”
You turned slightly to meet his gaze, letting your hand rest over his chest. “Me too,” you whispered.
He let out a quiet chuckle, then laid back with one arm stretched above his head, the other brushing softly against yours. “I like this” he murmured. “just… being here with you” For a long while, you stayed side by side, fingers occasionally brushing, legs touching, feeling the slow settling of your heartbeats. The tension faded, replaced with a warm, After a while, he gently nudged you. “It’s getting dark… we should head back,” he said softly, eyes glinting with a quiet smile. “Dinner’s probably ready, and… we can’t stay out here all night.”
You nodded, still feeling the warmth from earlier as he helped you up, get dress and the two of you walked back together, When you and Neteyam finally made your way back to the village, the warm glow of lanterns and the faint smell of dinner welcomed you. As you approached the marui, Neytiri’s sharp eyes caught sight of you both. “You two,” she said, “where were you? Food is getting cold” Neteyam gave a small grin, shrugging slightly. “Just walking. Watching the reef… making sure our little explorers didn’t get lost,” he replied, eyes glancing at the distant sound of children still splashing in the shallows.
Lo’ak and Spider were nearby, quietly snickering as they mimicked the way Neteyam had hugged you from behind lo'ak arms wrapped around spider's waist in exaggerated, playful imitation, peeking over their shoulders like they were watching a dramatic moment in a play.
Neteyam’s eyes narrowed playfully, a smirk tugging at his lips. Without warning, he grabbed a small woven basket sitting nearby and tossed it toward them. “skxawng!” he called, making them squeal and scatter just enough to dodge it, giggling uncontrollably. Tuk laughed, almost choking on her food.
After dinner, the warmth of the meal still lingering, Neteyam quietly got up and began preparing your shared hammock. He moved with ease, adjusting the ropes and smoothing the fabric so it would cradle you both comfortably.
He glanced back at you, noticing the subtle slump in your shoulders, the heaviness in your eyes. “You didn’t get much sleep last night,” he murmured softly, concern in his voice. “Come… let’s rest.” giving a small nod. His hand reached for yours, guiding you gently toward the hammock. The evening air carried the faint smell of salt and the cooling warmth of the day, brushing through your hair as you followed him. “Here,” he said. “Lie down. I’ll stay with you.” You lowered yourself carefully, letting the hammock sway slightly with your weight. Neteyam settled beside you, his presence steady and grounding. His hand found yours, brushing softly over your fingers, thumb moving lightly in comforting circles. “You can close your eyes,” he whispered, voice low and calm You leaned into him, letting your body sink into the gentle support of the hammock and the warmth of his chest. For the first time in what felt like forever, the tension in your shoulders began to ease, and the exhaustion of the night before seemed a little lighter carried away by the simple, quiet comfort of being held.
a/n: since she betray her father he can just disconnect? Her body to her avatar right? Yes but I didn't think of this and just continue the story😭let's just all imagine the link unit was not in the main base of RDA and quaritch let her have a bit of a time with them....(credits to the owner of divider)
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