The Silence Between the Waves - Neteyam Sully x fem metkayina reader (TBA)
Summary: Among the reefs, unspoken feelings grow between Neteyam and Rotxo's older sister. Bound by responsibility to their families and wary of the dangers that follow the Sullys, both choose restraint over confession. Yet in the quiet moments between battles, glances and unfinished words begin to speak louder than either of them intended.
Sharp Hands, Soft Heart - Neteyam Sully x fem Omatikaya reader (IN PROGRESS)
Summary: Kind-hearted yet precise. She hides her gentleness behind her strength. As Neteyam grows close to her, he is one of the few who truly sees and protects the softness she tries to conceal.
Eywa's Stranger - Neteyam Sully x fem Avatar reader (TBA)
Summary: Humans returned to Pandora. She was among them. Raised on the stories of its beauty and riches, she longed to see the world of green and blue. Working with the RDA, she followed orders until she could not. Turning against them, she ran away, leaving blood on her trail. The price was steep. Cut off from her human body, she was left stranded in her avatar forever. A stranger to both worlds.
Oneshots
Goodness
Late-night Outings Part 2
Mine Will Come Part 2 Part 3
Shy
Near
Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan
Miniseries
From The Sky - Lo'ak Sully x fem Omatikaya reader (TBA)
Summary: Lo'ak quite literally falls into her life. Landing into her gather basket of a weaver. To him, it's their first meeting. To her, it isn't. The more he returns to her silence, the deeper he begins to fall.
Hey! I really enjoy your writing,I’m not sure if your requests are open as of now but I’ve had this on my mind lately.
If it’s not a bother, could you write where Lo’ak likes someone else (maybe Tsireya) and asks the Reader to help make her jealous using the fake dating trope? He could slowly develop feelings for the Reader while they are going through inner turmoil, trying to act normal and hoping to move on.
It could include a scene where he displays jealousy toward another male getting close to the Reader (like someone expressing interest in them) while simultaneously acting like he’s just playing his fake role.
Alternatively, this could also work for Neteyam. He could express that he likes a certain girl because she can stand beside him in the future, completely oblivious to the fact that the Reader has loved him since they were children. It would follow the same plot mentioned before.
I would love for it to have plenty of angst (where we really go through it emotionally) but with a happy ending. Sorry for the long message, and thank you so much! ^_^
Ahhh! My first request I’ve been thinking of opening them up anyway. So yes I will happily write this for you.🤭 Love me sum angst with a happy endingggg
Been thinking about starting one of my Neteyam mini series. Like one or two chapters of each are written but I don’t now which to officially start. Imma leave it up to y’all 🫡
pairings: aged up neteyam sully x fem omatikaya reader
s: neteyam returns home late from his duties, and his mate wants to be near him
w.c: 751
a/n: inspired by that one scene from The Wind Rises it was so cute i had to write an neteyam version of it
Every step was an effort; the village was quiet with the soft hum of families readying for bed. Neteyam, after a quick wash in the falls arrived home, pulling the woven flap back he saw you, his beloved mate curled on the woven mat blanket loosely over you. On the table Neteyam had crafted with his own hands when you had first moved into the kelku laid his dinner wrapped securely in leaves.
His heart squeezed in his chest at the sight. Closing the flap, Neteyam moved quietly through the home, returning his weapons to the rack and removing his gear and accessories. He now stood bare, and comfortable in his home. Despite his quiet steps and careful movements, you shifted leaning up rubbing the sleep from your eyes as if you sensed his presence.
“Tìyawn? (love)”
Smile soft Neteyam knelt beside you planting a gentle lingering kiss to your temple. “Hi paskalin. Sorry for being late.(berry)” He moved back, hand brushing away stray hairs from your face. You mumbled a quick its fine, eyes opening completely to look at him. Neteyam hummed, “Go back to sleep, ok? I still have stuff to do. I’ll take you to the hammock.” He moved to wrap his arm beneath your knees, but you stopped him, hand at his chest.
“No, I will stay here until you finish.”
Neteyam opened his mouth to protest but stopped upon seeing your stubborn expression, he exhaled, amused.
“Ok baby.”
He moved to the table laying out papers lined with war plans and perimeters he was commander of. Shuffling closer, you lay close to the table, as close as you could get to Neteyam. From below you simply stared at him, admiring his soft features under the dim glow of the lamps.
“Eat, Teyam.”
You softly scolded pulling the blanket higher covering your shoulders. He hummed in response, accidentally forgetting about the meal. Reaching for it, he unwrapped the food you had prepared for him. Savoring the taste of it, you seasoned to his liking. “Thank you yawne. (beloved)” He moved towards you, bending low lips meeting yours in a soft lingering kiss. Finishing his food, Neteyam continued working fingers moving across the papers marking them.
Your hand moved from beneath the cover slowly against the floor, palm up and open. You wanted to hold his hand, want to feel him, and you felt selfish for it.
He was working and wanted to get it done as soon as possible so he could lie with you. Yet here you were being impatient and greedy. Sighing softly, your hand twitched in the air eyelids heavy with sleep, but you forced them open each time they threatened to close.
Catching your quiet sigh, Neteyam gaze flicked over to you and your tired state, then to your open palm. Getting the memo, his tail moved slowly to your hand, the ends of his tail brush against your palm ticking before moving along curling securely around your forearm. Your hand closed around it, feeing the warmth of him, and the firm grip he had on you—your heart jump for joy. You mumbled a quiet thank you, Neteyam smiled faintly, “Your welcome love.”
Eyes falling shut you asked voice thick with sleep and love, “Tell me about your day tiyawn.” Neteyam looked over at you, noticing your closed eyes, he smiled hands still at work as he told you about his day.
You listened, and replied when needed, and Neteyam also asked about your day. In your tired state you told him what you could, words often coming out slurred or late. Each time Neteyam face softens, finding your drowsiness adorable. The soft conversation filled the kelku—domestic. The low rumble of Neteyam chuckles mixed with his soothing voice, coaxed you further into sleep. His hand moved to rest on top of your head, leaning to kiss your forehead, he whispered “Sleep baby, I will join you soon.” He promised, thumb brushing softly over your forehead before pulling away. He watched you struggle to fight your sleep before finally giving in.
Thirty minutes later, Neteyam cleaned the table, blew out the lamp and finally joined you on the mat. Pulling you close to his chest he rested his cheek against your head, feeling him you nuzzled closer nose brushing against his chest. Neteyam chuckled lowly, “Goodnight baby.” You mumbled a sleepy reply in return, closing his eyes, Neteyam smiled to himself. The two of you found slumber and solace in each other’s arms.
pairings: neteyam sully x fem omatikaya reader
s: neteyam is shy
w.c: 1.3k
“I want to court you.”
Never did you expect Neteyam, son of Toruk Makto, prince of the Omatikaya. The young man who walked the village face serious at every turn to stand before you, ears twitched back purple at the tips and tail swishing rapidly. Usually, stoic features are now sheepish. Holding out a beautiful, crafted necklace for you to take. Smiling softly, your hand brushed his, Neteyam tensed under your feather like touch.
“I accept.”
News carried fast throughout the clan, Neteyam had claimed you as his mate to be. Under the attention you noticed how Neteyam kept his mask up, never wavering under the praises or when his friends teased about him becoming a man. He would scold them telling them to behave, though the purple tint of his ears showed clearly what he was hiding.
Neteyam was respectful and sweet when it came to you. Gifts laid at you kelku every morning, after every hunt he gave you the choice cuts prepared by himself. In passing he would help you with whatever you needed, and almost every day he added new crafts to your growing collection.
As sweet Neteyam was, you also noticed certain things.
Like when you asked him to tie your necklace around your neck, he hesitated causing you to look at him confused before he complied. At dinners when you sat with him, he kept space between you two, never touching but near enough that you were aware.
Or when he would graze your hand accidentally, he would pull away, face flushing gold eyes looking anywhere but at you. Struggling to remain neutral, he would mumble a quick sorry and create more space between the two of you.
And whenever you caught him staring at you, whether it was beside you or from afar he would turn away. As if he was caught looking at something he shouldn’t have, as if you weren’t already his.
A thought circled your mind, but your suspicions weren’t confirmed until a certain communal dinner.
You sat beside Neteyam, that same space between you two as you ate the food Neteyam had given you moments prior. His gaze lingered on you longer than usual. Feeling the weight of it, you turned your head to ask what was wrong. But the question died on your tongue, as you watched Neteyam reach out thumb brush lightly against the corner of your lips, wiping away the excess grease from the meat you had eaten. Stilling under his touch, you stared at him, noticing the way his amber eyes linger on your lips.
You were silent under his attention, not wanting to scare him off. Then Neteyam realized, and yanked his hand back quickly, muttering rapid apologies and excuses to get you more water and food. His long stride carried him away from you, across the communal fire his golden gaze avoiding yours at all costs. Instead of feeling offended or overthinking the reaction you grinned to yourself.
He is shy.
You took this newfound information and ran with it.
“Teyam!” The nickname slipped from your lips easily, Neteyam straightening at the call of his name turning away from the other warriors who smirked and nudged at each other. In your hand was a meal prepared by Neytiri.
“Your mother asked me to bring this to you.” His eyes flickered to the wrapped meal before returning to you. “Thank you.” He said quietly, reaching for the meal completely missing the mischievous glint in your eyes and the bite of your bottom lip.
Quickly, your hand shot out to his bicep. Pulling him down easily, your lips meet his cheek in a lingering peck. Staying there against him you muttered a soft welcome before pulling away. Neteyam froze in shock, his friends cheered behind him while he noticed your teasing smile. Finally, he saw the mischief that radiated off you, tail swaying happily as you skipped away.
From then on you pushed his buttons trying to get him to see past his shyness.
When he created distance, you close it.
When his hand grazed your own, you were quick to take it.
Whenever he sat beside you busy, your hands would find his braids scratching his scalp softly behind dragging your hand through them. Each act caused the same reaction; his flushed ear tips—and you loved it.
It was late, the two of you were walking back after a late gathering session before heading home. Walking along the path, you noticed how Neteyam lagged just half a step behind—his protective nature.
“You know,”
Your voice filled the quiet, already having Neteyam attention from your first inhale. “You can touch me.”
Neteyam foot caught on an overgrown root, stumbling forward he was quick to catch himself. Hand tightened around the basket check the materials.
“What?”
You stopped walking facing him, hands clasped behind your back.
“You keep a distance, I notice it.”
“I am being respectful.” He stood tall still keeping a safe distance from you.
“It is really respectful if you go against my wishes?” Neteyam opened his mouth to reply.
“You like me do you not?” You cut in, taking a step closer.
“I—
“Because if you do, wouldn’t you want to be close to me.”
Neteyam mouth closed ears twitching against his braids. He mumbled something you couldn’t catch. Closing the space completely, you stood in front of him staring up, eyes telling him to speak again. Sighing he looked away from you, face growing steadily purple at your proximity.
“I do not want to be clingy.”
“What?” You chuckled in disbelief.
“I have to keep up my reputation. I can’t act on my every need to touch you.” He turned to you, golden eyes sincere and honest. “And if I did, I wouldn’t want to be rid of your presence at all.”
You giggled, forehead leaning against his chest ears catching his rapid heartbeat. “So, you refrained from touching me in general?” You said against him, feeling the way his chest stuttered as your breath fanned against his skin.
“Yes.”
Looking up, your hand moved to his neck holding him while your other moved to his free hand guiding it to your waist. His hand twitched instinctively, holding you before releasing, you kept him there, grip firm against his wrist.
“You are allowed to indulge Teyam.”
He swallowed, finally holding you more firmly, hyper focused on how it felt to have you in his hands. He wanted to toss the basket from his hip and hold you closer to his body, to feel you. Shaking his head, he attempted to clear his running thoughts.
“Even if I want this all the time?” He asked. Rolling your eyes, you got on your tip toes, planting a quick kiss to his lips sending his brain in a spiral.
“Whatever you want of me you can take.” Returning to moss floor, you noticed the bioluminescence glow of the forest burning brighter signaling how late it was. Intertwining your hand with his, you led Neteyam to the village.
“Can I have another?”
“Another what?” You tease, the urge to toy with him seemed to never go away. “You have to be clear Teyam.” He groaned, squeezing your hand.
“You know what I want.”
Giggling, you replied, “Did I not say you can take whatever you want of me?” Neteyam grinned, tail wagged behind him without control, excited for the endless things he could ask of.
—
“Come on bro, don’t you want to go out or something?” Lo’ak groaned standing at the entrance of your kelku.
Neteyam sighed against your shoulder. He sat in his usual place behind you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, chest pressed against your back. Strong arms encircled around your waist drawing shapes against your skin, while you worked on repairing his armband that had been worn down over the past few months.
“No, I do not. Now, leave me to be with my mate skxwang.”
Shaking his head, Lo’ak muttered under his breath something about Neteyam being clingy, he ignored it completely. Body relaxing against you, his tail now wrapped securely around your thigh.
pairings: aged up neteyam sully x fem omatikaya reader
warnings: nothing
w.c: 8.1k
s: what was neteyam's did come, his patience worked in his favor
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Neteyam stood with Lo’ak, Spider and Kiri talking in front of the council tent after a meeting with his father. You approach slowly from behind, not wanting to disrupt his conversation just yet. Lo’ak and Kiri spotted you first, Spider peeked around Neteyam, seeing you as well. Their eyes lit up smirking, waiting for Neteyam to notice.
He noticed the teasing smirks of his sibling's, immediately Neteyam narrowed his eyes.
“What—
The question caught in his throat, like air was punched from his lungs. His nose twitched in air, turning around so fast his braids snapped in the air. You stood there, hair freshly braided and decorated with beads new and old. No longer dressed in simple clothes, you wore your favorite top and loincloth holding that specific shade of green. Smiling softly, you tilted your head slightly eyes focused on Neteyam and his reaction.
“Hey.”
Neteyam smiled slowing heart in his ears, the shock of seeing you leaving him. “Hey.” Silence stretched between you two until Lo’ak filled it, “It's great to see you Y/n.” He grinned, no teasing but genuine relief. Kiri moved beside you her hands finding yours, “You look well sister.”
Spider nodded in agreement arms crossed over his chest, as he smiled up at you. You smiled at them, muttering soft thanks and replies, as Kiri began talking to you, Spider chiming in every now and than very animated but you found your eyes trailing over to Neteyam. He was already looking at you, shamelessly taking you in.
Thank you, great mother, Neteyam thought.
“Oh, the festivals coming up. We will see you there.” Lo’ak asked standing beside Neteyam, who nudged his brother at the mention of the event.
His gaze returned to you, “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Neteyam assured, he knew you were probably hesitant as everyone would be there, you probably weren’t ready for that, not yet. You nodded slowly. “I’ll think about it.”
“Neteyam.”
Jake had exited the tent waiting for his eldest son, to pass on information. Neteyam released a sigh, right now he didn’t want to tend to his duties. Didn’t want to trail after his father like he has done for so many years. The urge to tell his father to wait just a moment lingered on his tongue, but he saw the way you looked at him. Understanding and promising of later. Neteyam gave a faint smile tail swishing behind him, “I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Neteyam assured speaking the promise aloud.
“Okay.” You smiled; his gold eyes stayed on you until he turned away to his father. Staring at his back longer than necessary, Lo’ak cleared his throat tearing your eyes away you noticed his lips curled in that all so familiar teasing smirk. You rolled your eyes at him.
Kiri giggled, “Come I’ll keep you company until Neteyam can.” She squeezed your hands softly, tugging you along.
“We will keep her company.” Lo’ak rephrase falling into step beside you. Spider followed along, walking backwards as he cupped his hands over his mouth calling out to Neteyam.
“We got her bro!”
Neteyam looked over his shoulder his smile soft as he shook his head at his sibling's antics, you glancing over you met his soft gaze giving him a side smile.
Jake stood silently watching as Neteyam gaze linger on until you turned a corner behind a tent, once out of sigh and remembering who he was talking to.
Neteyam turned away clearing his throat. “Sorry Sir.”
Jake released a short chuckle. Choosing not to speak on it.
—
You were coming back, returning to your former self. Neteyam saw you more around the village, your life you brought basked the clan in the afterglow. Like before his eyes followed you wherever you went, instead of starving off the crumbs you were willing to give like before. You caught his gaze every single time. Each time his heart jumped in his chest, as if to leave his body just to be held by you.
But Neteyam wasn’t the only one who eyes trailed after you, Nahìl also noticed you had decided to leave your kelku. To show yourself to the clan like before.
He also noticed you no longer wore his armband.
Yet at dinners you were nervous, surrounded by the clan who knew your courtship had fell through. Imagining them talking about you, staring at you and prodding for question or mocking you. The fear had begun to root deep as you stood at the edge resolve weakening with each passing thought until finally you shook your head.
“I can’t do this.”
Taking a step back to began to walk the path home, until you ran into a board firm chest, startling you. You stepped back apologizes ready to spill until you looked up, and his gentle amber eyes stared back at you. A ghost of a smirk on his lips as his eyes danced across your face in the moonlight, admiring the way your tanhì (bioluminescent freckles) shined against the dark.
“Where are you going?” His voice was low as if his words were only meant for you to hear. Your heart leaped in your chest the reaction foreign.
Pursing your lips, the laughter of the clan filled your ears instilling nerves into your system once again. “I can’t do this Neteyam.” Your eyes pleaded for him to understand as you brought your hand to your top, dancing a chosen bead between your pointer and thumb. Neteyam noticed the anxious gesture and his gaze softened, seeing this coming.
“I’ll get you some food, and we can eat somewhere else.” He said as he began to walk away. You grabbed his wrist stopping him. “No, you don’t have to come with me.”
“Why would I leave you alone?” Your heart skipped once again.
“Don’t you want to eat with your family and friends?” You tried to argue.
“Are you not both?” He retorted.
Opening your mouth to respond, you stopped seeing the determination in his eyes. And what you’ve learn from years of knowing Neteyam is that he was not one to quit easily.
“Fine,” you agreed reluctantly, your face slowly growing hot due to his heavy gaze. He smiled in triumph, “I’ll be back.”
Neteyam was quick to get you both food, leaves full and steaming. He moved swiftly to avoid other clan members; not wanting to keep you waiting. His strides were quick as he walked back to you handing you the food, “ready?” He asked, and you nodded taking a small bite of the meal. You walked beside Neteyam, on the path itched into the soil of pandora from your ancestors. Eyes followed your retreating figures—Nahìl eyes lingered on you.
Neteyam brought you to a small place, sheltered by the twisting of the towering trees of pandora providing a shelter for the two of you. Both sat at the thick log covered in moss serving as a cushion from the rough bark.
Conversation flowed easily while the two of you ate. Asking Neteyam of how he has been while you were rooting away in your kelku. He gave a causal shrug, “I was getting by.” He said trying to convince you he wasn’t an absolute wreck.
“Aren’t we all.” You sighed chewing at the meat the heat of it burning your fingertips, urging you to lick at your fingertips to soothe the pain. Neteyam eyes fell to your lips, watching the way they poured as you sucked at your finger. Swallowing he forcing himself to look away. Focusing on his own food. Light talk filled the silence until you brought up a topic he avoided.
“You know he told me to reconsider his courting.”
Neteyam head shot up, eyes darting across your face trying to pinpoint what you felt. You nodded absentmindedly to his silence. “He said my heart lies with another. Which is ridiculous because I swear I loved him.” You face scrunched with emotions.
“And it felt like he was just spitting my feelings back in my face.” You gritted, saddens replaced by anger. Neteyam ears flicked back, hesitant to ask the question yet needing an answer, a flicker of hope.
“Do you still?”
The question hung in the air, heavy with fear, and feelings unspoken. “Love him?” You questioned and Neteyam nodded, waiting for response patiently. Your gaze left the scenery of forest to fall on Neteyam. Watching the way his gold eyes lingered on you, the soft twitch of his tail uncertain behind him and the way his throat bobbed with every swallow.
Hand twitched beside you; your fingers reached for his side pinching at the soft bundle of nerves. A habit that seemed to never leave you. His eyes brightened not a flicker of pain crossing his face, but at the familiar gesture you’ve only done to him.
“I don’t believe so. Maybe it was not the will of the great mother.” You admitted and Neteyam shoulders relaxed his smile faint, until your pinched a little harder at his side causing his tail to flick harder the ends of it brushing against your wrist as if you rid himself of your painful touch. Though he would never want that. Instead, he looked at you accusingly until your laughter filled the quiet of the forest.
He had a chance.
With it, Neteyam made it clear everyday he wanted more, wanted to be your mate. He was always beside you wherever you went if he didn’t have anything to do. If he caught even a glimpse of you, he would be quick to follow after you ready to tend to your every need. Carrying anything your needed huge or small. Each time Lo’ak and Spider caught Neteyam beside you listening to your every word they would poke fun at him, Neteyam didn’t mind, he was over the moon to be of help to you.
He still brought gifts to your kelku for both you and your mother. Even crafted your gifts with the advice of his mother and sisters. He would present them to you, and every time he did, he saw the uncertainty in your eyes whenever you took it. You knew what he was doing, knew his intention yet never stopped him nor said no. Even in your uncertainty you wore his gifts plan for the village to see. Neteyam would smile proudly his chest puffed out whenever a male eye caught glimpse his gifts adoring your body—especially Nahìl.
On days Neteyam couldn’t slip away from his duties, under the stern supervision of his father and the elders he would sigh like child who had been banned of its favorite treat. Usually, if he could he would take you along with him on his duties just to be around you. But on these days when he sees you in passing, he would call for you, his voice carrying through the air.
“Yawne! (Beloved)”
Stilling you turned to see Neteyam surrounded by his father and warriors despite that, he waved to you his lips pulled into a charming grin showing his canines. You blinked noticing the way everyone stood still and silent. Realizing what the what the future Olo’eyktan had called you. Face flushing a steady purple you waved at him quickly before continuing on with your chores. Neteyam grinned proudly at the display, even when he got scolded by his father.
At dinners, when you finally had the courage to attended you were beside him always. Thighs pressed together as you two laughed and ate with your friends and family. The necklace he crafted for you glistened in the clan fire, the armband sat comfortably at the swell of your bicep. His touch was soft and respectful lingering at the small of your back. Your own found its place on his thigh, softly tapping when you wanted his attention of squeezing when you laughed at something.
Each time you did Neteyam heart swelled, it was as had nothing had changed. Before it was ruined, and he was tested. But this time, he wouldn’t fail. He wouldn’t be weakened by his resolve to find a mate suited for him nor one he didn’t truly love. For once he was going to be selfish and get what he wanted.
Neteyam leaned closer, his thumb coming to the corner of your lips wiping away juice the fruit you before. Turning you smiled at him, “thank you ma’teyam.”
Neteyam, wanted you.
“Seems she has chosen brother.” Nahìl friend stated, as Nahìl watched you beside Neteyam natural and easy, his fist tightened.
—
Today the two of you were to be hunting, you had asked Neteyam earlier in the week and he immediately agreed, setting a specific day alone for you two. While today was the day of the festival you and Neteyam where smart raising before the sun had awoken to finish what you were assigned.
Sprinting through the village smile across your face and bow in hand. At the edge of the clan, you saw Neteyam standing their bow over his shoulders and arrows in hand. His eyes found you quickly, tail swaying behind him happily.
Approaching him, you slowly came to a stop watching as his ears twitch up and towards you as he caught the way your lips moved. “We should go, before someone tries to guilt trip us into helping with preparations.” Neteyam giggled, hands moving to your brushing stray hairs away from your face. “I agree.” His golden gaze left yours briefly feeling eyes on him.
In the distance stood Nahìl, his eyes darting between you and Neteyam. Neteyam meet his gaze, not welcoming nor a glare just guarded. “What is it?” You asked, but before you could turn and see what had caught his attention. Before you could slip into the sadness you climbed your way out of. Neteyam hand moved to yours holding it softly, pulling you gently closer to him. “Nothing important. Let’s go.” He walked beside you into the forest, leaving Nahìl to swim in his growing rage and bitterness.
Running through the forest, Neteyam let you get ahead finding happiness in your laughter. “Come on Neteyam! I know you're letting me win!” You yelled; he shook his head his strides longer now as he easily caught up with you. “Can I not be a gentleman?”
You blinked at him, not understanding the word. “It’s means to be honorable, especially to a woman, tìyawn (love).” Once knowing the meaning, you rolled your eyes stopping on a thick branch, a small pond glistening below as Neteyam stopped beside you. “Your no fun.” You whined, ignoring the way you heart sped up at the name he had called you. Neteyam raised a hairless brow, “No fun huh?”
His hand rested on your shoulder, you gaze fell to it confused, until he pushed you gently. Yelping in surprise you swung your arms around helplessly as you fell into the pond below. Resurfacing you gasped for air, “Neteyam!” You scolded throwing water at him, but it didn’t reach him. His laughter was loud and carefree, “See I am fun.” He teased. You released a scoff laugh tossing your bow to the soil before swimming to get out, but Neteyam was quick to discard his bow beside yours jumping from the branch. His shadow covered you frighten; you swam away quickly as he splashing beside you.
“Do you intend to kill me?!” You gasped splashing Neteyam without mercy giving him no time to clear his vision. “Y/n!” He gasped. You laughed as he struggled to speak, every intake was filled with water, along with every blink. Having enough, Neteyam dove under the water tugging at your ankle to drag you down. Once under you kicked hopelessly at him, breaking the surface, you tried to swim away but Neteyam tugging at you tail causing you to squeal and splash at him again. The two of your continued to splash and fight in the water, laughter echoing through the air of pandora.
Exhausted and bodies humming with excitement the two of you left the pond wringing out your clothes and hair. Neteyam sat on a nearby boulder originally checking your bows to see if they were fine. But now, he was fixated on the way the water droplets that cling to your skin glistened against the sunlight.
“Yíkí told me Ty’sol asked her to be his date to the festival.” You bubbled with excitement.
“Really?” Neteyam replied, your voice pulling him form admiring you. He wasn’t shocked Ty’sol manage to confess his affections before he had told you of his own. He was very much knowing for risk taking like his baby brother.
You hummed deeming your hair dry enough as you ran your fingers through it. “Yeah, all anyone can talk about is having a date to the festival.” You said walked towards Neteyam sitting beside him. His eyes followed you, while yours remained on the mossy floor of pandora. “I imagine you already have one, right? Your mate to be will be on your arm tonight.” You smiled softly looking up at Neteyam. Who stared at you as if you had hung the stars.
“Yes, if she’ll have me.” His voice laced with such devotion that you stiffened at the sound of it, and his gaze. Those eyes seem to stare into your soul. You swallowed giggling nervously; eyes now locked on the smooth surface of the boulder.
“I didn’t believe Kiri when she told me you were having trouble finding a mate.” Neteyam remained quiet eyes studying you carefully, noticing the way you danced around his words. Your voice wavering, as you glided your hand over the smooth boulder.
“Why is that so hard for you to believe?” He asked humoring you. You giggling to yourself, “Girls fall over for you Neteyam.”
He groaned, “Did Lo’ak tell you that story?” You nodded smile bright and teasing. “It was funny watching him play it out with Spider.”
Neteyam shook his head still admiring you, “Well they can keep falling over. I’ve chosen who I want beside me.”
Your ears twitched in his direction, still refusing to meet his gaze, unconsciously your hand moved to the armband he had gifted you weeks ago. “Sevin (pretty).” Your breath hitched, as his voice filled your ears. Neteyam shifted beside you moving closer, the heat of him hitting you like a wave.
“I’ve been foolish to wait so long to tell you. To allow you the pain you felt prior. I’ve shown you I want you, and I’ve always wanted you. There is no one I want beside me expect you.” Neteyam poured out, words didn’t seem enough he couldn’t properly express his overwhelming love for you, yet those would have to do for now. Just until he could form the bond with you, then you would understand.
Silence filled the air between you before you swallowed body growing rapidly hot, the chill from your dip earlier long gone. You shook your head softly, “No.”
Neteyam ears twitched down against his braids, his heart sinking to the depths of his stomach at your response. “No. Neteyam you don’t want someone whose courtship failed.” You tugged at the armband as if to rid yourself of it, Neteyam noticed. "And to be your date to the festival? That would be bad for you, worse for your reputation.” Your fingers tightened around the craft, and Neteyam hand shot out to stop you.
“Look at me.”
His said voice soft and coaxing, slowly you pulled your gaze from the boulder to his gold gaze. Seeing his patience and determination. His hands moved to yours pulling them into his lap. “I don’t care about that. Nothing will stop the love I have for you; it flows as easy as the blood in my veins. Nahìl wasn’t for you. I want to be for you. Eywa, I want you for forever.” He confessed bring your hands flat against his chest; you inhaled sharply feeling his heated skin and beneath it the rapid beating of his heart. Your own mirrored it.
“Neteyam.”
Slowly, his hand moved to your face, cradling it gently. “I know you are hesitant. I’ve seen it, yet you’ve never stopped me. Not now, not before.” He was right, never have you told him to stop with his affections because you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. Deep down you never wanted him to, but you’ve never voiced that either. “I will wait for you. Trust I will not take another. For my heart is only for you, and you only.” Neteyam edged closer, his golden gaze asking silently for permission. Closing your eyes, your nod was subtle as you leaned forward meeting him halfway, forehead resting against each other.
The contact caused your breath to stutter, Neteyam shoulders relax, as he leaned more against you. The two of shared a shaky breath. “No matter you answer, I will be okay, will learn to. I just want to hear it from you mouth if you’ll have me or not.” He sighed against you, without a thought your hands softly clenched around his chest. “I want to think about.” You uttered quietly. He nodded against you, “Of course.” Neteyam didn’t want to move away from you, didn’t want to this to end so quickly. But there were things to be done; and the sooner he got you back the more time you had to think.
“We should head back.” You nodded against him, unmoving. Neteyam giggled lowly shift his forehead to your cheek nuzzling against you firmly. “Now tìyawn(love).”
Realizing you hadn’t pulled away, your face flushed as you moved abruptly removing your hands from his chest. Neteyam watched as you moved frantic and embarrassed, you tail lashing behind you, he smiled to himself proud he could invoke the reaction. Grabbing your bows you walked through the forest in silence. The rush of excitement from earlier was replaced by heavy tension, not uncomfortable but noticeable. Neteyam walked beside you, his gaze shifting over to you evey few minutes just to find you looking ahead. It was your short chuckle that broke the silence, calling for Neteyam attention.
“We didn’t catch anything.” You turned meeting his eyes, Neteyam blinked before laughing.
“Not much of a hunting trip huh?” He joked as his pushed a low handing leaf out of your way.
“Even so, it was nice.” You quietly muttered but Neteyam caught it. Stilling at the comment, his tail wagged happily behind him. Lost in his feelings his grip on the branch loosened causing the leaf to whack him in the face.
Turning you saw Neteyam standing there perplexed as he blinked at you. Laughing you walked back to him taking him by the wrist, “Come along.” You crooned, tugging him along behind you. Neteyam smiled like a lovesick puppy, smoothing slipping his hand into yours. He watched for your reaction, seeing if this was too much to ask for. As if he didn’t spend several minutes nuzzling against your forehead. Instead of pulling away, you tighten your grip around his hand.
The two of you walked close together, with light conversation just enjoying the quiet before the arriving home. The village came into view people scrambling around preparing for the festival. Your smile faltered before completely dropping away, steps coming to a halt as you exited the forest. Neteyam gaze fell to you concerned, noticing your expression of shock mixed with hurt. Following your line of sight, he found what changed your mood.
Nahìl.
You saw the swirl of emotions in his eyes anger, betrayal and knowing. Seeing Nahìl state Neteyam moved to stand before you, to shield you from what could happen and take whatever came. But you gripped tightened around his hand keeping him beside you.
“What is this?” Nahìl asked, eyes falling to your joined hands before settling on you. Biting the inside of your check, you ignored the bubbling emotions. Because you understood Nahìl anger, remembering that one conversation before it all came crashing down.
“We have returned from hunting—
“With him?” Nahìl interrupted, gaze shifting to your joined hands again. Hunting? While holding his hand, Nahìl fist tightened, tail lashing behind him.
“It was only a hunting—
Neteyam started but Nahìl letting his emotions cloud his mind and overtake him hissed angrily at Neteyam. Immediately Neteyam hissed back, taking a step forward teeth bared in a snarl at Nahìl. Both of them inch closer ready for anything, until you positioned yourself between the two of them. Stopping anything from happening progressing. Your hand left Neteyam’s to rest against his chest firmly.
“Mawey Neteyam (be calm).” You scolded gaze stern. Neteyam grumbled, turning his head away ears twitching down at your tone towards him.
Turning to Nahìl weeks of emotions resurfaced. “You called off the courting. You have nothing to do with me remember.”
Nahìl face flattered at the words he uttered carelessly at Neteyam that night. “Because of this.” His motioned between you and Neteyam.
“I don’t know where I stand—if you truly chose me.”
“I did choose you.” You uttered ears flattened against your head. “I chose you with all my heart, and you let your own emotions cloud your mind.” He took a step back arms hanging defeated beside him.
“But I was right, wasn’t I?” He muttered. You didn’t say anything, instead swallowed willing yourself not to look at Neteyam.
“You have chosen then.”
His voice wavered and you nodded, “There will always be lingering doubt. Anger and resentment beneath it all if we continued courting each other.”
Nahìl exhaled, nodding slowly. His eyes came to yours, regret in his gaze and in your own understanding and sympathy. “It wasn’t my path to walk as your mate.” You uttered, voice thick with emotion. Nahìl eyes went to your bicep, his court gift no longer there instead the one Neteyam had given you. He pursed his lips tearing his gaze away to look at you once more.
“Irayo (thank you). For the memories.” He murmured, meaning every word. “Thank you as well.” You nodded as he turned to walk away, not sparing Neteyam a glance.
Once he had gotten far enough, you exhaled shakily, not expecting the confrontation. Neteyam moved to stand in front of you, his ears pinned to his head. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, for his behavior yet he wasn’t sorry for defending you nor himself. You shook your head softly gaze falling to the ground. “You don’t have to apologize.” Your mumbled, voice small. Neteyam moved closer his hand resting on your elbow gentle and grounding.
“I’m going to head home.” You whispered. “I’ll walk you.” He said, readying to do as he had said but your hand moved to the one at your elbow, squeezing softly. “It’s okay. I’ll see you later.”
Neteyam tail stilled dropping low, “Yeah, okay.” You gave a faint smile, before walking past Neteyam heading home. He eyes followed you watching as your tail sat still, and ears against your hair. He sighed, shoulders dropping in defeat and worry. For you, and where this set back will lead for the both of you. Lo’ak and spider came over smiles on there faces ready to tease Neteyam.
“How it go?” Lo’ak slung his arm over his older brother shoulders, while Spider smile up at him waiting. Neteyam shook his head, “I told her.” Spider nodded.
“And?” He questioned dragging out the word. “It went well. She said she’ll think about it.” Neteyam mind drifted, remembering his forehead against yours, his breath mixing with yours, holding your hand. His own flexed remembering the feeling.
“Then Nahìl showed up and—
Neteyam released a huff dreading for when you did give him an answer. “I don’t know what will happened know.” Spider glanced at Lo’ak before looking back at Neteyam. “Well, that’s just one set back. But you just need to trust Y/n.” Spider assured confident. Neteyam simply nodded, not having the energy to speak.
“Come on, mom is preparing food and she said we could taste test.” He urged Neteyam along.
“Bro, didn’t she kick you out for eating most of it.” Spider reminded. Lo’ak tsked, “Neteyam didn’t, he’ll get me more.” Lo’ak grinned. Neteyam gave a small smile his head shaking softly.
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Keep faith.
A mantra Neteyam has been telling himself since he left the tree of souls that night. He continued it even now, as he needed it more than ever.
The clan danced around the intensity of drums vibrates through the air. Yelling and hooting in celebration rang through the forest, Navi danced around others stuffed their faces and kids ran around laugher light, toys in hand. Neteyam stood lingering at the edge of the celebration away from the crowds, away from the elders who sought him. Seeking comfort in his siblings and close friends. Nursing his cup of fermented fruits, he had long forgotten about it as his eyes scanned through the crowd looking for you.
Neteyam wore his best loin cloth crafted by himself with Kiri and Tuk small critics in his ear, the smooth teal striking against his deep blue skin. His hair freshly braided decorated with his usual beads, with two feathers, one of his own and another you had given him when you were teenagers.
His best accessories adored his body, wearing them with honor, body painted in swirls of colors of yellow, white and green in celebration. He caught every stare of females; almost all tried to speak to him and he was polite in dismissing them and walking away. Giving them the only hope of watching him from afar. Only one plague his mind, and he still couldn’t find you.
Lo’ak leaned over so Neteyam could hear him over the loud drums. “She’ll come bro.” Lo’ak eyes fell to the full cup he had given Neteyam an hour ago. “Until than, loosen up. You don’t want to be stiff when she arrives.” Lo’ak nudged Neteyam cup with his own, sighing he took a sip swallowing the liquid easily. “I’m not stiff.”
“Right.” Lo’ak dragged out, laughing loud as he continued poking fun at his older brother. Neteyam got into the swing of the event stilling holding onto the hope that you will show up.
The festivities hummed in the distance; you sat in dim lit kelku with your mother, her hands moved expertly through your hair decorating it. Your top swirled around you body beads hanging loosely around your waist protecting what was needed. Your loin cloth held a striking green vibrant and bright sparkling in the fire light. Blue, white and yellow paint dance across your skin. Breathing deep and slow, your fingers trembled slightly as your nerves continued to grow.
“Be calm ma’ite (my daughter). There is nothing to fear.” You wanted to believe her, so badly but your mind betrayed you. “Do you not believe him?” Your mother inquired and you sighed, “I do.”
You believed him without a doubt. Neteyam was never one to lie to you in all your years of knowing him. “Then there is nothing to worry about, speak what is in your heart.” Your mother hands left your hair, letting the braids flow down your back gracefully, feathers and flowers scattered throughout your hair. She moved around you brushing a stray strand behind your ear showing the earrings that adored them. “Nga tìng nari yuey ma’ite. (You look beautiful my daughter)”
Smiling softly, you mumbled thanks to your mother. The both of you left your home quickly already missing so much of the festival due to your nerves. Even though the festivities had been raging for an hour, the ground rumbled and the air hummed with excitement and celebration. You eased your way into the crowd, your mother leaving you side with a gentle pat to your forearm.
You were so turned around you were shocked to see Yìkì, “You look so pretty Tsmuke(sister)!” She smiled brightly eyes moving over you. You gave a smile, “Thank you, as do you sister.” Yìkì was quick to pull you along to the others, her rambling deaf on you ears due to the chatter of the clan.
It was an only a moment, a silver of scent had Neteyam looking around— he smelt you but did not see you. “Bro, come on!” Spider tugged him along, in the opposite direction of where you had gone.
Sitting with your friends laughing and talking, enjoying the festival but even nothing could distract you from him. Every now and than, your eyes scanned over the crowd looking for Neteyam, but you failed to catch a glimpse of him. “Looking for someone?” Ty’sol teased beside you. You rolled your eyes at him, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” You spoke into the cup, drinking a little to distract yourself but not to get drunk. “I already know. I mean the two of you are basically wearing each other paints.” You frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”
“He wears your green and you wear his blue, not subtle at all.” Ty’sol smirked chuckling at the flush of your face, Yìkì tucked beside him nudged his side. “Leave her be.” Now you really wanted to find Neteyam. Before you could ask where he was and if you they seen him you heard the usual taunting and teasing voice.
“Well, well, well, look who finally graced us with their presence.” Lo’ak crouched down dramatically almost losing his footing. “Hello to you to Lo’ak.” You giggled, opening your mouth to ask.
“Have I seen my older brother?” He got out before you could. Nodding, Lo’ak laughed at your eagerness.
“I have, been trying to get him to loosen up, he’s been looking for you all night.” Your ears perked up.
“Could you take me to him?” You asked already sitting down the cup, “Of course!” Lo’ak sang hand out for you to take, and you did. Once up Lo’ak arm draped around your shoulder guiding you through the crowd so you wouldn’t get lost in it.
Your eyes trailed past all who surrounded you, peers, kids and elders alike. As Lo’ak lead you to Neteyam you grew increasingly nervous but excited you wanted to see him. Wanted to tell him everything, pour it all out as he did hours ago. It was then Lo’ak stopped and patted your back gently, “There is your mate to be.” He sang in your ear; you flushed turning and hitting at him. “Thank you and go away!”
Lo’ak laughed at your reaction, raising his hands up in surrender as he backed away. Neteyam head turned at the sound of your voice and he saw you. Standing there your braids freshly braided hair adorned with decorations, your top beautiful beaded two strands hung loosely encircling your slim waist, and your signature green loincloth beautiful completed your look. His pulse spiked when he noticed your body paint, realizing you whore his colors and he wore yours, ontop of that—you still wore the necklace and armband.
He couldn’t help the low laugh as he watched you playfully hit at his younger brother, shooing him away. As Lo’ak eased away, your eyes finally met Neteyam’s. Seeing him smile at you, fangs and all made your heart leap—and his appearance did nothing but worsen your state.
Your steps were light as you approached, Neteyam slipped past others meeting you halfway. His eyes danced across your face trying to take all of you in. “You look beautiful.” He spoke truthfully; you smile soft and easy at the compliment. “Hm, says the most handsome suitor here tonight.” Your gaze lingered his tone adorned body, especially on the body paints. Before realizing you pulled you gaze away returning to his face, you noticed the feather beside his usual one. Eyes widened slight, Neteyam realized you had finally noticed.
“I dressed for you alone.” He flirted, his statement having a double meaning. Embarrassed shoved him lightly fingers linger near his chest seconds longer, “ok stop hanging around Lo’ak.” Neteyam grinned, catching your hand intertwining it with his own.
“Have you eaten?” He asked, noticing your lack of drink and food. Shaking your head softly your eyes took in your surroundings. “No, my mind was a bit preoccupied.” You hinted. “Of me I assume.” Neteyam gloated.
“Confident of that?” You quirked a hairless brow.
Neteyam smirked. “I am.”
He tugged you closer to his body out of the way of another who walked past. “Let me get you food, my mother helped cook.” He said pulling you along before you could protest. Maneuvering through the crowd, Neteyam kept you close behind him, squeezing your hand every now and than.
Assuming you were going to where they cooks served the food, your eyes widened when you realized he was bringing you to his parents. “Mother, Father.” He greeted smiling proudly as he brought you beside him, your fingers came to your forehead in formal greeting to both Jake and Neytiri. Jake waved you off, “No need for that.” He smiled warmly at you while Neytiri without a word began preparing the food for both you and Neteyam. “You’ve been well?” She asked. Holding it out for you to take, Neteyam set down his cup handing you the leaf and taking his own. “I have, thanks to Neteyam.”
There eldest smiled proudly, “I had to bring her to eat your food Mother. Y/n has always had a taste for it.” Neteyam teased as you already began eating the food, bashfully you swallow quickly mumbling thanks. Neteyam chuckle as his hand came to the small of your back. “Do not choke.” He taunts prompting you to pinch at his side. “Hush.” You said still eating.
“Any news for us?” Jake asked, watching the close proximity of you and his eldest. Neytiri knowingly waited for the news as well, which was long overdue. “Not yet, but soon. Speak of I have to take her away.” Frowning confused you bided Jake and Neytiri farewell, and they giggle amongst themselves as Neteyam led you away hand still at your back.
“What news?” You asked licking at your fingers.
“Come with me.” He replied, avoiding your question.
“Where? Don’t start being mysterious again Neteyam.” You rolled your eyes. Neteyam grinned, “Not anymore yawne (beloved).”
“We need to talk do we not?” Your eyes widen slightly at the mention of the topic subtly. “Right.” You murmured to yourself, willing your heart to calm.
Once at the edge of the gathering, about to walk the path to that same spot Neteyam had taken you many times before. Yours ears caught, hooting and hollering. Turning, both you and Neteyam saw your friends and family cheering you on, cheering him on. Grinning proudly Neteyam waved them off, hand returning to you as you two disappeared into the forest.
As you drew closer to the shelter, Neteyam was quick to stand in front of you blocking your path. “Ok, close your eyes.” He asked eyes huge with excitement. Raising your hairless eyebrow, you questioning him. “You’ve brought me here before. What’s there to hide?” You said.
“I know, just trust me.” He pleaded; you closed your eyes. Neteyam took his time admiring your face, the way your tanhi (bioluminescent freckles) scattered across your face. Blinking he brought himself from his haze, hand finding yours guiding you down the path you’ve walked before. Once he had you standing where he wanted, he moved quickly taking your empty leaf and his full one sitting it down before returning to you.
Moving behind you, Neteyam released a shaky breath, you noticed. “Nervous?” You turned your head slightly behind you where he stood, he released a quick chuckle, “That noticeable?” You didn’t respond instead your hand moved behind you reaching for his, realizing what you were doing Neteyam hand found yours. Liking his lips his other hand rested at your forearm, thumb brushing over your skin to ease his own nerves.
Leaning near your ear, he whispered “open your eyes.” Ears twitching at the heat of his breath, you obediently opened your eyes. The familiar shelter overtook your eyes but this time it was decorated with small things, woven mats and fur blankets, baskets of fruit and food from the festival. Flowers hung against the thick trees, and scattered across the forest floor, it shined under the bioluminescent glow of the forest.
“Wow.” You exhaled, walking slowly toward the area admiring Neteyam work. He followed close behind, still holding your hand, closely watching your reaction. Turning to him, you smiled, “You are so secretive.” You teased. He grinned, “this is the only secret I kept, everything else you know.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you tugged him along to the woven mat as you sat down.
Beside each other the two of you continued eating and talking, pandora lived around you as you basked in each other presence. Neteyam laugh echoed through the area catching you attention and you admired him in all he is glory. The curved of his jaw, the grin on his lips, he was completely relaxed in your presence. He dropped his head smile still on his face, as his decoration braids shifted, sheltering his charming grin from your view.
Prompting you to reach out, moving his hair away from obstructing your view. Neteyam stilled at your touch, turning his head in your direction. Amber eyes meeting you own, your hand moved to cradle his face, thumb brushing over his cheek.
“Thank you, Neteyam.” You whispered. Neteyam sat patiently, waiting for you to continue. “For everything, Eywa has truly blessed me with you. I’m sorry for being too blind to see, slow to realize.” You confessed, mentally kicking yourself for making him wait so long. “I would’ve waited as long as it takes.” He declared with the same heavy conviction he always held for you. “You and your patience.” You giggled. Neteyam smiled, “It hasn’t failed me yet.”
You moved closer to him, thighs together. Neteyam hand moved to rest on your knee, the other rested behind you supporting his weight as he leaned closer. So, close the two of you shared a breath as before.
“I will be yours, if you’ll have me.”
You finally, admitted. Declaring to Neteyam that you want what he wants, to be with him. When your words sunk in, his golden eyes dilated, tail wagging behind him as his mind reeled to all the moments, he stood under the tree of souls praying to Eywa for this moment. For you to say these words to him, he was so overwhelmed, but he wanted nothing more for the feeling to completely overtake him now.
Quiet too long for his own liking, Neteyam scrambled his last working brain cells to answer you. “Y-Yes. I’ll have you, all of you.” He stuttered, hands moving to your back pulling you closer to him, your legs were basically in his lap. Both of you moved in sync, foreheads meeting together.
Unlike before, Neteyam was in no rush to move, nor break contact with you. Relishing in the feeling of you, knowing you are his and him yours, his mind repeated the same gnawing thought, something he could finally ask.
“Can I kiss you?”
His asked, shifted only an inch away, eyes dilated, as his chest heaved waiting for your reply. Nodding, Neteyam tail curled forward entangled with you own, buzzing with excitement and eagerness. But he moved slow not wanting rush even though there was no space between the two of you. Lips meeting his, the kiss gentle and slow. Neteyam savored the taste of you, something he has only dreamt of for years. Always believing you would taste of yovo fruit, yet you were even sweeter than that.
Tilting his head, Neteyam hand moved to cradle your face holding you in place as he deepened the kiss leaning in more, your own shifted to his neck in attempt to ground yourself. It felt as if you were floating, yet your gripped tightened beside his neck in attempt to ground yourself in the moment in his presence.
He needed air, you needed air but neither wanted to part, nothing felt more perfect than him claiming your lips exploring your mouth with curiosity and the determination to know you throughly. He couldn’t stop; finally having what he wanted so desperately—you.
“EYWA, BREATHE!”
The outburst startled before you and Neteyam apart, lips glistening and slightly swollen, both of you turned to see what had disrupted you. Hiding poorly in some bushes were Lo’ak, Ty’sol, Kiri, Spider and Yìkì. Neteyam huffed, chest raising rapidly as he greedily took in the air he didn’t want previously.
“Do you plan on suffocating?!” Lo’ak slurred clearly the drinks had gotten to him, but not enough for him not to tease his older brother.
“I never knew you would be like this Y/n. So greedy.” Yìkì tease, while Ty’sol whispered loudly learning it from Lo’ak. Feeling your face heat up, you hid away in Neteyam’s neck groaning softly for it them to stop.
“Go away.” Neteyam groaned his hand moving to your hip resting there. Lo’ak, Spider and Ty’sol still cheered and teased not nearly satisfied with just your embarrassment. Kiri and Yiki feeling sympathetic, ushered the troublesome trio away.
“I’ll tell mom and dad you’ve found your mate!” Lo’ak yelled over his shoulder while Kiri pushed him along. Neteyam gaze returned to you, plant a kiss in your hair. “Mother and father will be happy to hear that at least.” Neteyam spoke against your head, inhaling your scent greedily. Still resting against him, your ears turned up as your realized.
“Was that the news?”
Neteyam hummed looking at you, still in a daze from the taste of you that lingered on his lips. “What your parents asked about before, and you said not yet?” You continued trying to jog his memory. Neteyam grinned, “Maybe.” Face flushed once again, you hand came to your face in exasperation at your obliviousness. “Did everyone know expect me?”
He gave a downturned smile. “It doesn’t matter.” He said, holding your wrist pulling your hand away from your face. He kissed your palm holding it there before moving it to his chest. “You know now. And soon all will, and we will be mated before Eywa. You’ll be my forever, tìyawn (love).” Smiling you moved to press a quick kiss against his lips, Neteyam chased after you craving another, and who were you to deny him. “I love you, Neteyam.” You whispered against his lips. Kissing your firmly again, Neteyam pulled you into his lap, arms holding you around your waist. “I love you, yawne (beloved).”
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The fated day had come.
The clan and his family and yours surrounded him and you, as both you knelt before Eywa. Mo’at stood before giving her blessing over you and Neteyam.
Neteyam amber eyes remained on you, the afterglow of the tree of souls kissed your skin so well it had him mesmerized. Meeting his gaze, you smiled eyes holding that resevered look of love only for him. Skin buzzing with anticipation, Neteyam held his kuru out, you reached behind you pulling yours to his. Slowly, the tendrils danced around each other before bonding together.
Air left your lungs at the overwhelming sensation, you felt it—his years of love and longing for you. How he felt words couldn’t describe it, so he showed it to you, in how he thought about you and how he saw you as the light at the end of his tunnel. One of his greatest motivators to keep going. His heart, you were always the center of it.
Neteyam felt your feelings, buried, uncertain and unnamed. The pain you experienced with Nahìl who you thought was the one for you. The way you mind slowly began to change as he showed up for you, always there quiet and steady. Yet his proclamation of love was always clear. He felt your love, no longer hiding but clear not only for him to see but all. He felt your excitement for the future with him, a family and the rest of your forever, Neteyam was in the center of it.
Opening his eyes, Neteyam felt the brush of your thumb against his cheek. Wiping the tear he didn’t know he had shedded, he noticed your own unshed ones as you giggled happily, foreheads touching.
“The bond has been made!” Mo’at declared to everyone, chants filled your ears. Praises of a great future for both you and Neteyam. Happiness, you didn’t the feeling could be so pure and overwhelming—it was so Neteyam.
He nuzzled against you. His prayers had been answered. What was his did come, you were finally with him, forever and he is eternally grateful.
Thank you, great mother.
a/n: thatsss a wrap now I absoulute loved Mine Will Come and Im glad everyone else did as well. Thank you for all the love and support and now I gotta decide on what to write next I have on toooo many WIP
pairing: aged up lo'ak sully x fem metkayina reader
warnings: lil suggestive, kissing, scent marking, hickey, touchy lo'ak,
w.c: 2.7k
s: lo'ak leaving his scent on you every chance he can get.
Lo’ak notice it slowly. The way the other metkayina hunters in your age group eyed you. Watching as you spoke to your sisters of the clan, there’s eyes roaming with no reverence. He didn’t waste a second, slipping away from his older brother. Lo’ak slid into your conversation subtly positioning his body between you and the hunters. Glancing over his shoulder he sent a blazing glare their way, and they quickly looked away pretending they hadn’t been ogling you seconds prior.
The second time, Lo’ak was further away but his gaze still found you. Someone was approaching you, the glint of shells caught Lo’ak eyes—a courting gift. His gaze narrowed, your name left his lips loud and clear cutting through the air and startling both you and the Navi boy. Lo’ak waved you over, meeting you halfway, his glare heavy toward the boy, challenging him to take a step.
Lo’ak wanted him to, so he could make an example of him. He didn’t, instead he backed away leaving the area. You looked up eyes on him questioning, Lo’ak hand came to your waist thumb brushing over the beads that rested there, muttering soft nothings.
There was never a third time. Despite your courtship with him being announced to the clan, despite Lo’ak never being subtle with his displays of affection to you. Others still tried to steal you from him.
Before you had accepted him, he had threatened others and fought anyone who spoke inappropriately of you or was bold enough to claim you as theirs. His jealousy is often wild and uncontainable. And every time he came to you, hands bloodied and fresh bruises formed. You would scold him fiercely. You loved his devotion but hated it when he got into fights.
Lo’ak hated it when you were upset with him, so he tried to stop fighting for your sake. No matter how much he itched to still do it from time to time.
So, he had a new plan.
“I’ll see you later,” you called, basket heavy in your hands with fish bones bidding your friend a goodbye. You turned, colliding with a familiar strong chest, hands catching your forearms before you come tumble. Looking up, you saw those unmistakable amber eyes staring down at you, smirk rich with mischief.
“Lo’ak,” you breathed smiling up at him.
He grinned. “Need help carrying all that.” Without waiting for an answer Lo’ak took the basket from you effortlessly. “Where you heading?” He asked, his other hand snaking around your waist pulling you closer, his fingers brushed over your waist tracing slow lazy funny patterns.
“To the girls at the training ground. They need the fish bones for weapons.” You said casually, your hand sliding around his waist. Lo’ak eyes glanced over the fish bones, “I fear for the prey.” He winced playfully, walking close beside you. He lingered near you as you spoke with the female hunters, hands still resting against your waist. Once you finished walking you from the grounds, Lo’ak pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head.
“Gotta run, supposed to be with my brother and Aonung.” You looked at him, “Did you sneak away again?” You accused laughter in your tone. Lo’ak shrugged, lips downturned in a smile. “Maybe. Could you blame me? My girl was walking along with a heavy basket, how could I turn a blind eye to that?” You laughed at his teasing tone pushing softly at his arm.
Lo’ak grinned, leaning in sniffing you subtly before humming to himself. He gave you playful wet kiss to your cheek, a drastic pop echoing between you. He smiled stepping backwards, his steps light. “Later!” he called. You shook your head, smiling at his antics.
Later, after swimming with Kiri and Tuk you left the water drenched from head to toe, your hair wet clinging to your back. Sitting close beside Lo’ak on the sandy shore, you moved your wet damp hair over your shoulder. Lo’ak nose twitched, catching whiff of your scent.
You smelled like the ocean, sea and salt.
Usually, that fragrance brought him comfort, made his heart flutter. Because while everyone in the clan shared the scent, yours had its own uniqueness that he loved. But he couldn’t help the hint of frustration that came to his face—you no longer smelled like him. The scent that clung to your skin had been washed away by the water, lost to the tide.
You looked over at him, noticing the look on his face. “What is it?” you asked gently, eyes searching for an answer.
Lo’ak shook his head, “Nothing.”
The water was an issue, but it was obstacle that wouldn’t stop Lo’ak—he’s a Sully after all.
Lo’ak was always near you, constantly at your side touching you, marking you with his distinctive scent. Whenever you simply stood talking, he would stand behind you arms securely wrapped around your waist while his head rested gently against yours.
When you tended nets, he sat behind you surrounding you in his presence, your back pressed against his chest. His head nestled on your shoulder, while his hands softly brushed your thighs tenderly.
At the healer's tent where you often worked, Lo’ak would drop by pulling you aside for long lingering hugs.
“Lo’ak, I have to work.” You’d giggle, hands moving gently across his broad back.
“Little longer.” He’d mumble into your neck, not wanting to let go. Finally, he would release you, planting a linger kiss to your lips before departing, just to return less than an hour later.
Lo’ak was pleased with himself, convinced his efforts were paying off. He smirked to himself, knowing that everyone now knew you belonged to him. Neteyam caught his little brother grin, approaching him. “What’s going on with you?” Neteyam spoke slowly, watching Lo’ak closely.
Lo’ak rolled his eyes, “Is it a crime for me to smile?” he replied. Neteyam eyes scanned his surroundings, his suspicion growing. “What did you do?” Neteyam pressed, not convinced in the slightest. Lo’ak laughed at his brother. “Nothing to you, bro.” That still worried Neteyam.
You started to realize, something was up. Lo’ak clinginess wasn’t sudden, even before he confessed his feelings to you, he found every excuse to be near you. At first, you assumed it only grew once he began courting you. But now, you were beginning to wonder if something was truly wrong with every moment he stayed close. Though whenever you asked he would insist it was nothing.
You were alone, which felt weird because you had grown use to Lo’ak always popping out of nowhere to touch you or be nearby. Sitting quietly, you separated the fish into different baskets, getting them ready to distribute to the clan.
Leaving the tent with your first delivery, you heard the call of your name. “Y/n!” You turned, spotting Ongi, one of the fishers you often helped gather fish and mend nets with. He was a good friend. “Hey Ongi.” You greeted, smile gentle and polite. The young man smiled sheepishly, eyes nervously darting around before returning to yours.
“I, um, have something for you.” He stuttered, pulling his arm from behind his back fingers fumbling with the gift showing it to you. It was a necklace, beautifully crafted holding a tooth that Ongi wore on his own necklace. Your eyes widened in surprise as you looked between him and the gift.
“I-I really like you, a lot. I enjoy our talks whenever we mend the nets together, I feel you understand me.” He confessed, making you grow more nervous with each passing second. “I wish to court you.” You winced at his words, your eyes darting around for a certain Omatikaya.
“Sorry Ongi.” you began hand moving to touch the necklace Lo’ak had given you. The one he offered with determination and love, asking for your hand in courtship. “I have already accepted Lo’ak. And I don’t intend on leaving him.” You declared, unwavering as your fingers lingered by the necklace before dropping.
“You are a great friend Ongi, but I can’t accept this.”
He sighed, hands dropping as he nodded defeated. “Right. I still wish for your friendship.” You nodded, “Of course.” He gave a subtle wave before turning away and leaving.
You let out a dramatic sigh, your cheeks puffing out before releasing the air. Turning on your heel, your feet carried you away resuming your previous task.
Lo’ak stood, far off watching. You didn’t see him, didn’t realize he had seen someone trying to court you, but he had. Even though he also saw you reject him, he still grew possessive. He tried to slip away, like he had done many times before, but his father caught his elbow pulling him back into the group. Lo’ak released a heavy sigh, impatiently waiting for the debrief to be over.
You bounced lightly along the walkway, entering your mauri basket in hand. Glancing around quickly, you realized your family was out. You relaxed; some time alone would be good. You took the fish to the counter, setting it down as you focused on deboning them.
Then there was a knock, slow and dense. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Lo’ak standing there, his expression unreadable. You gave him a soft smile reserved for him, “Ma’yawne. (my beloved)” you greeted before returning to your work.
“I haven’t seen you in what felt like hours, you are usually always near.” You teased, gigging but Lo’ak only hummed. His steps heavy as he approached stopping behind you so close his chest brushed against your back. His silence concerned you, so you turned your head just a little to look at him again. Then you felt Lo’ak’s hands slip around your waist, hands moving up palming your stomach. His motions slow and deliberate, making you swallow against the tension skin buzzing with growing nerves.
“Lo’ak?”
He leaned down, nuzzling his nose into your neck and inhaling deeply. You turned your head back to the fish setting the dagger down slowly and gently. His lips trailed feather kisses along your shoulder to your neck, his lips grazing until he stopped at your pulse point. Then, his teeth sank gently into your skin, enough to leave a mark. He closed his mouth sucking at the spot, the sting lingered but it wasn’t painful.
Your hand twitched against the dagger, before you moved your hand completely. “Lo’ak” you breathed out, voice trembling. “That’s dangerous.”
He said nothing, his tongue brushing your skin continuing up to your ear, his breath fanning there sending shivers down your spine. He kissed your ears softly. Then let his right hand trail up your stomach firm against your body, riding up your top a little. Your hands moved to cover yourself, frantic remembering where you were.
“My parents could walk in.” You warned, breathless.
His hand stopped at your neck pressure firm as he turned your head towards him. Finally seeing him, you saw the anger flickering beneath his eyes mixed with something else. He studied your face, then his eyes fell to your lips, staying there.
He leaned in swiftly, kissing you firmly and smooth, angling his head deepening the kiss. You grabbed his wrist, trying to ground yourself in the thick tension. His thumb brushed under the soft curve of your jaw, tapping softly—open. You parted your lips, letting him claim your mouth. It was intense, you struggled to follow after his movements simply letting him do as he pleased. Your mind clouded by nothing but Lo’ak.
Then your ear twitched, you heard Aonung’s voice close and searching for Lo’ak. Panic settled beneath your skin; your grip tightened around Lo’ak wrist. But he didn’t stop, instead he pressed his body firmer into you, pinning you against the counter. His other hand tightened around your waist, unwilling of letting go. He leaned down more, kissing you harder taking your breath away.
You tapped his tone thigh, desperate for air. He relented pulling back his eyes hooded as he watched you open your eyes gasping for air teal skin flushed. Satisfaction bloomed in his chest.
“W-What’s going on with you?” You gasped still catching your breath.
The pout that came to his face was brief, then Aonung voice rang out only a few feet away. Your eyes darted to the entrance behind Lo’ak, but his eyes remained on you. Inhaling deeply, he could smell it, your scents tangled together.
“Nothing.” He said, voice bright. He turned your around in his hands, giving you a soft linger kiss, a striking contrast to the one from before. His warm body left you, as he turned away leaving your mauri.
You stood there perplexed but far from upset.
Still, you knew something was up. You assumed Lo’ak had seen Ongi confession and made a mental note to speak with him later.
Later came faster than you expected.
As you walked through the village eyes followed you at every turn. Men looked at your eyes widening before looking away, disappointment evident in their faces. Others whispered, holding little smirks that weren’t at all in malice just teasing. Your friends laughed, but never told you what was funny, only brushing it off with a lame excuses.
Your confusion grew, but it wasn’t until you found Kiri, Tsireya and Tuk in the shallows, searching for Lo’ak that you realized what the heck was so funny.
Before the older girls could wipe the shock from their face or ask a question Tuk blurted out.
“What is that growing there Tsmuke(sister)?” Tuk asked innocently.
Still lost, you saw Kiri struggling to fight her laughter and Tsireya turning away hiding her smile behind her hand.
“Growing where?” You asked slowly.
“Looks like my brother found a solution to his problem.” Kiri teased. Tsireya shook her head, pointing at the base of her neck.
You left the shallows moving to the still water and peered at your reflection. Finally seeing what was on display for all of Awa’atlu to see.
A hickey.
Your face burned instantly, as your feet carried you around the village until you found him talking with Neteyam under the shade of the tree. Neteyam spotted you first, noticing the haste of your steps, and quickly said goodbyes to his brother smirk clear as he left.
Lo’ak turned seeing you march to him, his eyes bright waiting.
“I love you.” You blurted, standing before him. Lo’ak smiled eyes lighting up, ready to say it back until you smack him square in his chest leaving a sting. His hand shot up hovering over the wounded skin. “Ouch! Is love supposed to hurt this much?!” He joked, rubbing his chest.
“Why didn’t you tell me you left that mark?” You demanded. Realization dawned on Lo’ak, but he wasn’t a least bit sorry, instead he looked amused.
“Seriously, I was completely clueless, and Tuk was the one to tell me!” You groaned more embarrassed than angry. Lo’ak laughed, picturing his innocent little sister pointing out a hickey. You shot him a glare, and he stopped laughing but his smirk stayed.
“I walked around the entire village unaware, and on top of that it doesn’t help that I smell like you! So, tell me, what’s going on with you?”
Lo’ak looked away the same pout he wore back at your mauri had returned. “Lo’ak.” You pressed. “I had to! You are mine; everyone knows it, and yet some still try to steal you from me.” He admitted and your face softened, irritation faded.
“Marking you, leaving my scent was the only way. Showing them I’m the only one who can get this close. Then Ongi came around.” He grumbled his anger resurfacing. You hadn’t realized but now you did, that’s why he lingered around always touchy.
“Doesn’t help that the water washes it away.” You said, and he looked at you happy that you understood. “Exactly! I had to improvise.” He shrugged, his hand coming to you neck brushing over the mark. “This was the best way. Please don’t hit me again.” He grinned, hoping you weren’t truly mad.
You sighed nodding slowly, “Okay, I get it.” He smiled tail wagging happily. “But next time give me a heads up?” You said, tilting your head slightly. “Honestly, I thought not telling would be better so you wouldn’t be embarrassed.” Lo’ak replied, his hands sliding around your waist pulling you close.
“Yeah, but the embarrassment with Tuk is something I wish to never experience again.” You said, bringing your arms up around his neck fingers playing with his braids.
“Welcome to my life.” He teased; you shook your head as shared a soft kiss.
pairings: aged up neteyam sully x age up fem omatikaya reader
warnings: one-sided yearning-ish, angst, sad neteyam, sad reader, break up
w.c: 5.9k
summary: your in pain, and neteyam tries to make it right.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Neteyam had begun yielding giving you more of himself than he had before. Anytime he caught your eyes across the village, a gentle smile would come to his lips, brightening his eyes. Or whenever stuck in a conversation, spotting you passing by he would give you a subtle wave. He didn’t sit with you at dinners, but he didn’t ignore you like before. Though his stares lingered, more persistent. You would miss them, but Nahìl never did Every time he catches Neteyam gaze on you his arm would tighten around your waist pulling you closer to him, reminding Neteyam who you belong to. Nahìl would meet Neteyam gaze, his head resting against yours, challenging.
Neteyam face remained calm and neutral whenever he caught Nahìl eye, giving a short nod before looking away giving him nothing. The growing tension between them remained unnoticed by you, as the joy of courtship and having your closest friend back blinded you. And Nahìl seeing your happiness coming back now that Neteyam was speaking to you again, kept his worries to himself. Deciding to continue his silent acts instead of talking them out.
It was afternoon, sun shined through the canopy, you made your way through the village making deliveries. Your mother had gathered too much fruit, so now you were sharing it. Nahìl walked behind you, carrying the baskets of ripe fruits his presence steady and protective. His eyes scanning the crowd in quiet search of Neteyam, who was nowhere to be found.
“Last the Sully’s.” You said, Nahìl ears twitched at the name. “What?” he asked, catching up beside you concern flickering in his eyes. “You didn’t say we were delivering to them?” His eyes stared at your side profile before you turned him, voice light. “These fruits are Neytiri favorite. I would be terrible if I didn’t bring some.” He sighed, giving in not having the heart to fight against you.
Approaching the Sully kelku you saw Tuk playing outside with one of the younger girls. Seeing you she ran straight to you her arms wrapping around your waist “Hi Y/n!” She cheered loudly. “Hi Tuk Tuk.” You cooed hand brushing over her braids tenderly; she giggled eyes darting to Nahìl. “He is the one courting you right?” She asked and you giggled, nodding. “Yes, Tuk this is Nahìl.” You introduce the two, Nahìl cheeks flushed as he nodded at Tuk giving a shy hello. Tuk giggled satisfied before returning to her friend whispering to her while stealing glances at you two. Entering the kelku, you were met with familiar voices and soft hissing.
“Oh, Y/n.” Lo’ak sang out with teasing lilt in his tone, lounged on the floor his body wrapped in bandages. But his playful tone quickly faded as he noticed Nahìl step up behind you. He went from relaxed to alert, leaning up too fast for it to be subtle his eyes shooting to Kiri who was smearing salve onto the small cuts across Neteyam back. You face filtered to concern as your gaze went to Lo’ak then to Neteyam lingering on his back.
“Hi—what happened?” He turned, twisting his torso so he could see you, his eyes quickly went to Nahìl who stood quietly with the basket in hand.
Kiri let out a sharp hiss, pressing the salve harder into Neteyam wounded skin. “Both of my skxwang (idiot) brothers thought it’d be fun to play in blistering roots.” She grumbled. Neteyam tail thrashed once against the mat, his annoyance dying in a muffled groan. “Lo’ak started it.” He muttered, his eyes trailing to the basket curiously. Before he could ask Lo’ak had, “What did you bring?”
“Oh, I brought fruit.” You turned gently taking the basket from Nahìl and rested it near Kiri shooting Lo’ak a warning glance. “For your mother. I know they are her favorite. My sa’nok (mother) gathered too much.” Kiri giggled and Neteyam reached for the fruit, you smacked his hand away.
“Do not touch.” He grinned at the action, unfazed, the sting light and lingering. “Mawey (calm), mother would not miss one.” He teased.
“Or two.” Lo’ak chimed in, you rolled your eyes. “You two are unbelievable.” You laughed with Kiri. Behind you, Nahìl shifted rocking on the balls of his feet before clearing his throat getting your attention. “Ready?” He asked gently.
You rose from your crouch nodding. “Yeah,” you replied turning to leave the home giving soft goodbyes to the Sully’s. As you left Neteyam gaze lingered on your retreating from eyes trailing after you. Nahìl glanced over his shoulder. Catching the look, he moved close behind you quietly possessive. Neteyam looked away, eyes now on his hand, where yours had briefly been. His fingers traced the spot, savoring the ghost of your touch
Kiri groaned, as she wrapped bandages around Neteyam so the paste could settle. “First off it is honestly sickening how much you want her.” She muttered tugging firmly causing Neteyam to wince.
Lo’ak scooted closer, “Second, Nahìl is starting to notice.” Neteyam looked up confusion clouding his gaze, “Notice what?” Both looked at their older brother giving him a ‘are you serious look.’ Lo’ak gestured with his hands, “Dude, you stare at Y/n all the time.” Lo’ak scooted again, easing towards the fruit basket.
Kiri quickly moved the fruit basket out of Lo’ak thieving hands reach. “Smiling at her at every chance you can get.” She teased.
Lo’ak huffed. “I think Nahìl is getting cations and maybe a little insecure.” Neteyam fingers still lingered at his hand before lifting his head finally meeting his brother’s eyes. “He should not be insecure. She accepted his courting. I am her friend.”
Lo’ak blinked, shaking his head. “Alright you know I love to tease you, but bro do you realize who you are? The Future Olo’eyktan, one of the best hunters, teaching the next generation of hunters and leading hunting parties— am I missing anything?” He turned to Kiri.
Kiri shrugged, a smirk tugging at her lips. “I don’t see it, but mother says you are handsome. And all the women in the clan agree with her.” Neteyam released a short chuckle shaking his head at his siblings. Lo’ak grinned, “As I see it? Nahìl has every right to be insecure.”
Neteyam smile betrayed him for a moment and Lo’ak whooped in victory. “Shut up.” He said playfully kicking Lo’ak with his foot knocking him back. The two broke out into a fight knocking over Kiri supplies. “Stop you big babies!” She shrieked. The kelku was filled with laughter and chaos echoing throughout and Kiri sat sighing with the shake of her head.
The sun had set, dipping below the horizon, painting the forest in bioluminescent lights. You sat with Nahìl in a small spot where thick vines and towering trees offered shelter from pandora. Fingers laced together, and you leaned gently against his shoulder, savoring the quiet time together. Your other hand twirled a blade of grass between your fingertips.
“Y/n.” Nahìl voice was soft, you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t close. You hummed softly, fingers still idly in the grass.
He hesitated, but still spoke, “I think we should get mated now.”
You lifted your head from his shoulder, confusion creasing your brow. “Now? Why?” Your voice was gentle but puzzled. When you accepted Nahìl’s courtship, both of you agreed not to rush into mating. Wanting to enjoy the phase and see if it was Eywa’s will. For two months, you built memories together and shared dreams of the future—what had changed?
Nahìl kept his gaze on the moss of the forest, wrestling with his thoughts. Deciding on whether to tell you are not, to admit his gnawing doubts and worries. But he didn’t instead, he deflected. “Do you not want to?”
Your frown deepened, “You know I don’t wish to rush anything. We agreed to take our time.” As your words sunk in, he drew back his hand slipping from yours. Your ears drooped seeing his reaction, you pulled back your own hand settling it in your lap. The peaceful quiet from before now heavy with tension, yet you still sat shoulder to shoulder. “Or does your heart lie with another?” He accused.
Irritation prickled under your skin, but you forced yourself to breathe, you didn’t want to argue. “What’s weighing on you? Please, tell me. I can’t understand unless you talk to me.” Finally, he faced you vulnerable, “It is Neteyam.” He confessed and you sighed, remembering the familiar conversation. “This again?”
“Yes, again.” He insisted, frustration clear in his tone. “Do you not see it? Or are you choosing not to?” He argued, eyes searching yours for acknowledgment. “See what? Neteyam is my friend.” You replied softly, “One of my closest.”
Nahìl groaned. “Y/n, I know that. But when he was not talking to you for weeks you were heartbroken. And when he finally spoke to you again, it was like Eywa herself had blessed you.”
You looked away. “Do you not get sad when you friends ignore you?”
He shook his head, “Not to the point I can’t even be around my mate to be.” His jaw clenched. “I did want you with me. I didn’t push you away.”
“You didn’t act the same.” He whispered, tone yearning for your understanding. You closed your eyes, exhaling slowly.
“Okay, okay, maybe I overreacted. I’m sorry.” Nahìl shook his head, eyes reflecting the bioluminescence of the forest. “It’s not just your actions, Y/n. It’s what you allow, how he touches you, how he looks at you. He looks at you the way I do.” He pointed to himself, heartache evident in his features.
Your stomach twisted at the sadness in his eyes. “N-Nahil, I am with you. Not him, h-he is my friend.” You reached for his hands, pleading for him to believe you but he drew back. The shake of his head was soft, as he gave a broken laugh.
“For a long time that was my only comfort, my little hope. It shouldn’t have been.” A lump formed in your throat, eyes stinging as you fought back tears.
“Am I a place holder for him?” Nahìl voice cracked, raw and uncertain scared of what you could say. You shook your head, but words failed you.
His ears drooped, as his gaze dropped to the band around your arm, the token of his courtship his love for you. “I think…I think you should reconsider my courting. Figure out your feelings before you accept me again.” His eyes found yours, for one last time committing you, his decision to memory. He rose, leaving you alone in the grass silent and trembling.
You didn’t know how long you sat there crying, muffled sobs lost in the forest. Through blurry vision you stared at the red and green feathers swaying gently. Slowly, your fingers unclasped the band slipping it from your arm. Holding it in your hands you traced the pattern with trembling fingers.
Eywa what should I do.
—
Neteyam was on edge. He couldn’t focus as the young warriors played with their gear incorrectly, fumbling and laughing. He couldn’t focus as he led the hunting party, his attention slipping every second causing prey to escape. When his father lectured him about his lack of mindfulness, Neteyam barely heard him. The words one ear out the other, because he had not seen you, not once. It was as if you vanished, his golden eyes scanned the village, forest and gathering grounds, searching for any hint of you. He found nothing. It has been days, with each passing one his worry grew heavier.
Despite the weight of worry that settled in his chest, Neteyam refused to push. He trusted you with Nahìl, in his care—he knew he couldn’t step into that role, even if every fiber of his being wished he could.
Still, his worry gnawed at him. At the clan dinner, you hadn’t shown up but Nahìl had. Sitting amongst his friends eating, laughing and drinking moving as if nothing was wrong. And here was Neteyam who could not eat, drink, and could barely hold a conversation. The weight of his concern dragged him down, making his arms and legs heavy—even more so his heart.
The only thing he cared about was your wellbeing, the question of where you were heavy on his tongue. And yet, your mate to be carried on with his night as if your absence was normal, as if you weren’t under his arm at every clan dinner for two months. Frowning Neteyam gaze locked on Nahìl from across the fire, the urge to walk over and speak to him growing stronger. He glanced around a final time, trying to see if you had appeared late or unnoticed, nothing.
Neteyam rose from his seat excusing himself from his brother and his friends. He slipped through the crowd of clan members, maneuvering around them until he finally closed in on Nahìl. His steps silent, a testament to his skills as a hunter, Neteyam sat beside him.
Nahìl laughter loud and carefree faded as he felt the unknown presence. Turning his head, Nahil eyes met Neteyam steady gold ones, unwavering and full of questions. The silence hung between them thick and tense, until Neteyam broke it.
“Nahìl.”
Neteyam greeted, voice low and respectful. Nahìl eyes turned away focused on the huge clan fire, watching as sparks swirl and drift disappearing in the night air. Neteyam followed his gaze, allowing the silence to linger only a little.
“Is Y/n not joining you tonight?” he asked, words careful honoring the bond between you and Nahìl. Nahìl frowned, expression dark releasing a mocking chuckle. “Go ask her yourself. I have nothing to do with her.” He lifted a cup to his lips, Neteyam caught a whiff of the fermenting drink. His ears twitched at Nahìl bitter tone. Leaning in, Neteyam voice dropped lower the weight of his concern and disapproval of Nahìl tone unmistakable. “You are counting her. You have everything to do with her.” His gaze was stern, as he defended you.
Nahìl scoffed, taking a large gulp of his drink this time. Neteyam eased off only a fraction, noticing that the drink was taking hold. “I court her no longer,” he said slowly and slurred. He turned meeting Neteyam amber eyes. “Good news for you, huh?” Nahìl spat, then stood up leaving to find company else were. Time seemed to have slowed, the chatter of the clan fading, footsteps became muffled out to silence. Until the only thing Neteyam could hear was his own heart pounding in his chest. Growing faster with every beat as Nahìl words sunk in his heart like a stone.
I court her no longer.
Instantly moving, Neteyam pushed past anyone who blocked his path, ignoring the calls of his name. Nahìl watched Neteyam retreating figure fade into the night. Neteyam feet carried him to you, his path clear, a route carved by countless visits.
Good news for you huh? —No.
No, never. This is not what he had prayed for. His lips have never uttered for the end of your courtship, never desired for your happiness to be stripped away. With each breath, it felt as though ikran claws tore at his heart. Eywa, his heart ached for you. He didn’t pray for your pain—he didn’t pray for your light to be stolen. He wanted only your joy.
His body came to a screeching halt, nearly tumbling before his feet caught himself. He straightened, gasping for air, hearing only the frantic rhythm of his breath and the pounding of his heart. With a trembling hand, he reached up and knocked hesitantly on the post.
“Y/n?”
Neteyam voice quivered, ears straining every direction possible trying to catch a shuffle or sniffle, anything to indicate you were all right. He heard nothing, so he knocked again. Harder, longer and more desperate than before, “Y/n, please are you in there?” His voice cracked, as he stood there waiting. Each passing second his heart sank deeper into worry. Until finally he heard footsteps, your so familiar steps that sent his tail twitching as the flap moved softly slowly opening revealing you.
Neteyam breath hitched at the sight of you. Your eyes were swollen, the bags heavy underneath them. You didn’t glow with the same radiant smile, your light dimmed. You looked pale, hair messy and tousled braids unraveling. Neteyam brow furrowed as he watched you hug yourself stepping back into the darkness of your home. He followed, steps hesitant, his gaze drifted through your home, no light was lit. Not a fire nor a lantern, your area is usually neat now scattered with beads, fabrics, weapons, everything.
He watched as you curled on the woven mat, wrapping yourself in blankets as if they could shield you from everything. His lips quivered as he carefully knelt behind you, not wanting to scare you. Making his presence known, so you knew he was there. You knew, you could never forget his presence. You’ve gone most of your life alongside Neteyam. So, when you heard his voice outside your home, pleading, it took all you had to open the entrance for him. Because you couldn’t look at him, not because he was at fault for your failed courtship, no that fell on you.
It’s just that you couldn’t face anyone, especially Neteyam.
Neteyam didn’t know what to say. He longed to reach for you, to pull you to his chest and hold you, but he held back. Inching closer with each moment only to pull away again. “What can I do?”
You tucked yourself further into yourself, knees drawn close to your chest. What could he do? Even if he had tried, nothing could mend what is already broken. The doubt that crept into Nahìl heart, taking hold of it, growing until he left you. Without realizing, assuming it was still a thought, you spoke your pain aloud, and Neteyam heard it. Loud in the stillness of the kelku, a wet whisper.
“You can’t do anything.”
Neteyam’s ears flattened against his head; tail still behind him. He edged away, arms slumping between his knees as he knelt on the mat, as if he lost the feeling of his bones. His heart caved; face twisted with sadness. Even so, he rose from his crouch, he moved closer again, his hand barely brushing the blanket his warmth subtle, fading.
“I will still be here. I will still try.”
He declared, eyes blazing with the conviction voice no longer wavering. Quietly, he eased his hand away and walked to the entrance, pausing he glanced over his shoulder, getting one last look of you before he left. He tried his best to seal the flap from the outside so you wouldn’t have to, then slowly backed away. His feet dragging against pandora soil, etching a more defined path. With every step, his mind raced with one haunting question.
What did I do wrong?
—
Neteyam replayed that same haunting question in his head day after day. And every day, he didn’t see you. But he stood by his promise—he would be there. So, each morning before pandora awoke and his duties called, Neteyam would going hunting for you, just enough for each day and he would leave it outside your entrance. Same with fruits, there was always a variety and amongst it every time was your favorite, yovo fruit. He remembered it was not only his mother’s favorite but yours as well. Two baskets full, carefully gathered waited outside your entrance for you.
As he would return every day, he would see the fruit untouched and spoiled. Neteyam cleared it away, letting the forest creature’s fest on it before collecting more for you. Same with the meat but he would take it further into the forest, making sure no predators drew close to home.
With every trip, he realized you were not eating and so he began gathering herbs known for soothing the stomach and helping with digestion. He asked his grandmother exactly which ones would help, and he picked them with utmost care.
He would catch your mother, always polite and gentle passing her the herbs. “Would you prepare these for her?” he’d ask, repeating his grandmother’s instructions word for word. Always, your mother would smile at him soft and knowing, “You are so sweet Neteyam.” He didn’t feel that way. Still, he kept doing it. He didn’t care if he ran late for his own duties or put off training, because you meant more to him than any title, he could ever earn.
You noticed, of course. Every morning, before the sky brightened you slipped quietly outside as your mother begged you to do. Each time there was meat and fruit waiting for you. You knew it was Neteyam, because the baskets he used were Kiri’s, ones you recognized instantly. You often wondered how early he had to awake to gather so much, and every day? The thought of it both warming and aching.
Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. When your mother entered each day with herbs in hand, you would ask her about them.
“Neteyam gave them to me for you,” she’d say, her gaze gentle but knowing. “He knows you’re not eating. He said these herbs will help when you do.”
Your heart stuttered in your chest at her words, you looked away. Neteyam continued this day after day, but still he felt it was never enough to truly heal you.
He had to fix what he could. Even if he didn’t truly understand what was broken, Neteyam felt the need to—no, a duty to something, anything to lessen your pain. He needed you to know there was nothing on pandora he wouldn’t. So, his first mission was clear, speak to Nahìl, finally figure out why he had stopped courting you.
But Nahìl always slipped away at every approach, never lingering a minute in Neteyam presence. Neteyam could feel the tension, resentment radiated off Nahìl. His gaze never quite met Neteyam’s, and his jaw clenched any time he gave him a passing glance. Neteyam didn’t understand what he had done to make Nahil hate him so much. Even so, Neteyam refused to give up. With Lo’ak’s help he planned to corner Nahil and force the conversation that plague his mind and weighted on his heart.
Lo’ak played his part easy, pretending to sharpen his knife while still keeping a close eye on who entered and left the training grounds. Neteyam kept his distance, arranging bows and arrows, his eyes also sharp. When his eyes finally fell on Nahil entering with another his eyes locked with Neteyam’s. With a subtle nod the plan was in motion, raising from his spot Lo’ak slid his knife into his sheath, approaching Nahìl and his friend.
“Nahìl.” Lo’ak greeted quick and uninterested before turning to grin at the other beside him, “Ty’sol!” He cheered slapping the guy on the back. Ty’sol smiled, confused. “Just the Navi I was looking for. I have bet going on want in?” Ty’sol confusion melted into amusement, the mischievous glint in his eye mimicked Lo’ak’s. “Of course, do you truly know me?” Lo’ak threw an arm around his shoulders, leading him away from Nahil. “Stay here.” He instructed, dragging Ty’sol off their conversation fading out.
Nahìl stood confused, glancing around until he felt a presence behind him. Turning he found Neteyam standing there silently.
“So, this is your doing?” Nahìl said, tone sharp with irritation. “What is your deal—
“Why did you stop courting her?” Neteyam cut in, voice edged with desperation. Neteyam mind couldn’t fathom it, he couldn’t understand. Why would anyone stop courting you?
Nahìl released a short disbelieving laugh, running a hand down his face. “Why do you even care? Isn’t this your golden chance?” Nahìl taunted.
“She is heartbroken,” Neteyam pressed. Eyes swarming with anger, and guilt directed at himself and Nahìl.
“It is her own doing. She can’t see it.”
“See what?” Neteyam asked confused.
“That you love her!” Nahìl shouted his words echoing throughout the training grounds, slicing through Neteyam defenses. Neteyam stood still only a moment before gathering himself.
“Of course I do. She is my friend.” He managed, exhaling as the word pained him to say.
Nahìl scoffed, “Do both of you take me a fool? I have seen it. The way you look at her, the touching, that smile she gives only you. Every moment you two have shared, it’s obvious. Too obvious.”
Neteyam shook his head. “She loves you. She’s been waiting for you to court her, Nahìl. Do you know how happy she was when she told me? I didn’t give her that happiness. And you—” Neteyam jaw tensed, “you’re a skxwang(idiot) for pulling away from her.”
Nahìl swallowed, pain clear in his words. “I held her heart for a few moments, yes. But was I ever truly the source of her happiness?” Neteyam remained silent. “In those first three weeks of courting, we were overjoyed. Always in each other’s arms. But then, when you stopped talking to her, her smile faded. Never reaching her eyes. And the day you finally spoke to her, gave her that look, I’m sure you already know what happened next.” Neteyam gaze fell, shame burning.
“I refuse to be a placeholder because you two are blind to see what’s right in front of you.” Nahìl words stung more than Neteyam wanted to admit. “Happy now?” He spat, stepping away leaving Neteyam drowning in the one though he wanted to escape, one he hoped would vanish.
It’s my fault.
—
Neteyam lingered in his corner, quietly inspecting his knives, his mind adrift in guilt. Lo’ak and Kiri watched nearby, silent, uncertain on what to say, how to offer support to their brother. To pull him from the depths of his guilt. He slung his bow over his shoulder, ready to leave, when a gentle voice stopped him— “Neteyam.”
Turning he met his mother gaze. Neytiri hands were full with baskets. “Come with me to the stream,” she said tone leaving no room for protest. Neteyam shoulders slumped. “Mother, I need to go hunt for Y/n.”
His devotion to you was no secret to his family. They knew of his dawn visits to your kelku, leaving quiet gifts outside your entrance never entering. Neytiri didn’t ask again, her eyes conveyed that. Neteyam obediently took the baskets of fruits she offered, then settled the water containers on his shoulders. As they left their home, Neteyam felt the fleeting sense of childhood return, walking through the forest behind Neytiri admiring pandora forest bathed in the sunset afterglow.
Kneeling by the stream, mother and son worked together cleaning the fruit. Neteyam cupped the fruit, letting the water wash away the dirt and fibers mimicking his mother’s practiced movements. “Has she eaten?” Neytiri voice broke the quiet, moving to put the clean fruit in the basket.
Neteyam shook his head, “Not that I know of.” The silence returned, but Neteyam felt the words that weight on his tongue desperate to be spoken. Neytiri glanced at her eldest, patient, “speak Neteyam.”
He turned to his mother, eyes glistening with emotion. “What did I do wrong?” His voice trembled. “I prayed so hard, mother.” Neytiri stopped, her damp hands resting gently on his shoulder. “I prayed for her happiness. Never have I wished for her to be in this pain.” Neteyam voice cracked turning away braids brushing against his cheek. “Pain that I can feel, mom. And it’s my fault—mine that her happiness is gone.” He closed his eyes, defeated. “I can’t even pray anymore; afraid I’ll make it worse. I-I shouldn’t have in the first place.”
Neytiri hand moved to his chest, firm and reassuring. “Keep your faith strong. She hears you, and she is working; you must trust that. And trust it is not your fault, Neteyam.” Neteyam dropped his head braids hiding his face. “It is. Nahìl saw the way I looked at her, how I behaved and he stopped courting her because of it. Because of me.” He whispered the confession.
“Eywa plan is always mysterious, we never truly know.” She cradled his face, thumb gently brushing away a tear. A gesture she has done countless times. “I want to fix it, mom. I want to help her.” He pleaded, heartbreak etched in his voice, crying out to his mother to help him like she always has.
Neytiri nodded. “I know. But you cannot fix what only she can mend. Be there for her, as you have been.” Her thumb wiped another tear away, her touch soothing to his aching heart and fogged mind. “You will bring her dinner tonight. I will wrap it for you.” Neteyam nodded, closing his eyes in quiet acceptance. Neytiri moved resting her forehead against Neteyam’s, his shoulders relaxed under his mother’s unconditional love and comfort.
“Thank you, mom.”
He couldn’t fix it; his mother was right. The fog of guilt had lifted, replaced with clarity and resolve. He couldn’t mend what was broken. Couldn’t bring Nahìl to you nor fix your heart himself. But he could be there, like he promised. After dinner, Neytiri handed Neteyam the meal she wrapped carefully in leaves. It rested warm and fragrant in his hands. “This should be enough for her and her mother.” Neytiri hand came to Neteyam face, smiling softly. “Thank you.” Neteyam has always been grateful for his mother, but it continued to bloom, growing deeper every day.
He walked to you kelku, steps slow and deliberate, not rushing. When he finally stood at your entrance, he crouched to place the meal on the ground like he always had for the past weeks, but he paused. He wanted to knock, he didn’t want to leave in silence, he wanted you to see he was here. He straightened, heart pounding and he knocked gently on your post the sound firm and full of intent. Inside, you lay curled in your usual spot, neither you nor your mother moved at first.
“Get up and answer for that boy.” Your mother’s voice rang out, calm and commanding.
“Mom—” but she cut you off. “Go.” With a sigh, you rose from your place of comfort walking to the entrance. Neteyam heard your soft familiar steps and swallowed. Hands tightening slightly around the meal seeking comfort in Neytiri’s love and wisdom. The flap of the entrance rippled softly before falling away revealing you.
Neteyam breath caught, a smile blooming to his face despite fighting with himself. You looked noticeably better. The bags under your eyes fading, the swelling gone. You stood tall, no longer hugging yourself for comfort nor seeking it in darkness.
“Hey.” His greeting came out soft and hesitant. “Hey.” His tail flicked behind him betraying his nerves at the sound of your voice. “You look better.” He remarked, relief shining in his golden eyes. You shrugged, “slowly, because of someone.” You joked lightly. Neteyam blinked, happiness flooding his face, his efforts were helping. “Right, speaking of I brought you dinner. My mother made it; there’s enough for you and your mother.” He smiled, a little sheepish. “The best I did was wash the fruit.”
You reached for the meal, your fingers brushing his. The brief contact sent a shiver through Neteyam, his ear twitching and heart racing. He mentally cursed his own body to be calm. You noticed, the way his ears perked, his tail flicked behind him in delight. And suddenly you realized what Nahìl was trying to tell you, he was right. You never stopped Neteyam from caring for you, never protested his devotion, his touch nor presence. He was your friend, wasn’t he? Yet, you watched as his gaze drifted to his hands where you had briefly touched him. You felt a rush of gratefulness and acceptance, and something you couldn’t name.
“Thank you Neteyam.” You said softly. He looked at you confused, uncertain why he was being given thanks. “For keeping your promise.”
Neteyam struggled to speak, his chest tight due to how much he felt for you. He nodded, “Always.” You smiled soft and genuine. “I should head inside.” Neteyam quickly nodded, “Yeah of course, don’t want it to get cold.” You released a quiet giggle, Neteyam chest felt lighter at the sound eyes brightening.
“Goodnight, Neteyam.”
“Goodnight, sleep well.” He waved softly, as he watched you disappear in your home leaving him standing there alone beneath the moonlight. He smiled to himself, walking happily away from your home but didn’t return to the warmth of his kelku. Instead, he mounted his ikran and flew to the tree of souls. There, the energy pulsed around him alive and ancient. He knelt before the tree reaching for his kuru and connecting to the bioluminescent tendril before him. Feeling the connection, he released a breath eyes closed as he allowed the feeling to overtake him.
Neteyam whispered, “Hear me great mother.” he sighed words heavy and knowing but he needed to be spoken. “Let me be her light. Let me offer the tender love I always prayed she’d find. She is my forever and I want to be hers.” He opened his eyes looking up into the glowing tree, surrounded by the presence of his ancestors. “Give me the strength to tell her, to pursue her and protect her, with all I am. I trust you, great mother.” He finished his prayer, lingering in the scare place. Feeling the hope, his ancestor settled over him.
—
At your kelku, you eased your way to the small table, unwrapping the warm meal and preparing your mother portion. The silence was broken by your mothers knowing hum. “Mother.” You rolled your eyes already understanding. Your mother scooted closer to the table as you handed her the food. “I didn’t say anything.” She replied with a casual shrug.
The two of you sat quietly eating until she spoke again, “Just saying both are wonderful young men, you just need to decide.” Your chewing slowed, the flavors flooding you as you wrestled with your words. “I thought—” you began but faltered. “I did, I guess I was foolish.” You said defeated, not with anger but regret for unknowingly entangling two hearts.
“No, you are young. You weren’t aware then, but you are now. What you decide now is what matters.” Her words settled over you, you nodded letting her wisdom sink in.
A few days have passed since then, and Neteyam continued to visit your kelku bringing gifts of herbs, food, and fruit. Amongst other things as well, small tokens from him and his siblings. River stones and beads tuk has been wanting to give you and crafting materials Kiri had gotten just for you. This time, he waited to see you or your mother accept them. Your mother always complied, meeting Neteyam at the entrance or sometimes sending you.
Slowly, you began eating more, talking more and venturing more, even if it was only when the clan wasn’t awake or prepared for sleep. You began to clean your area, organizing your gear and tending to it, and wearing your favorite clothes again.
Neteyam noticed the shift, the signs of your healing. When he caught small glimpses of your home or when he stopped by dropping off baskets your mother would mutter soft quick thanks to him. You were reclaiming yourself; your spark was returning
Still, Neteyam kept up his gentle acts, always present and steady, never pushing or trying to fix what you were already mending. Unbeknownst to him, with each gesture, every visit, and gentle smile he gives you before returning to his duties—he was fixing it. He was mending your heart, just by simply being there.
a/n: bro this took forever to write but im happy its out, next part is the last part (lowkey don't know how to end it but I will not give yall sum bs)
pairings: neteyam sully x fem omatikaya reader
warnings: fluff, regretful neteyam
w.c: 5.6k
summary: neteyam plans to court you
Part 1
Side by side, Neteyam worked in comfortable silence beside you, arms brushing each other as you tended to your crafts. Although, Neteyam ignored his own his golden eyes focused solely on you. Watching your hand hover over the beads, scanning them until you finally found the perfect one. With practiced care, you wove it into the growing pattern, making it a part of the family on your top. Finally, you looked up from your work, feeling the weight of his gaze.
“What is it?” You smiled, holding back a laugh as you caught Neteyam watching you. His eyes widened, momentarily surprised before a soft giggle escaped him.
“M’nothing,” he lied, his gaze remaining fixed on you. “You look…pretty. When you’re focused on your weaving.” He gave a crooked grin that made you blush and immediately turn back to your work. With a soft roll of your eyes, you teased, “Always the charmer, aren’t you?” Your fingers graze over your craft before looking up, meeting his gold eyes again. “Giving up ‘the mighty warrior’ title, I see?” Neteyam let out a scoffing laugh, “Can I not have both?” A giggled bubbled up, a smile lingering on your lips. “You can, thank you Teyam.” His expression softens further, if possible, and he smiles tenderly at you.
When his father had told him to pick a time to spend with you, he chose this—weaving with you or watching you do it. Sitting here, away from the clan, tucked away in this small corner, he felt at peace. This was his kelku— his home with you. Though he had never uttered the words to you. Sometimes he would nap here beside you, as your late-night outings had not stopped, but instead intensified. Walking through the bioluminescent forest at night, the moss glowing beneath your feet, fingers intertwining doing as you pleased. Even flying your ikrans, although you still flew close to home. Had learned your lesson from when you flew too far and made it back after sunrise. The scolding from both your parents was brutal, but it did not stop you two.
As you lifted your top, the soft firelight danced through the beads, colors changing with every slight movement. You smiled, eyes shining with a mixture of pride and bubbling excitement as they met Neteyam’s. “What do you think?” You asked, fighting back the smile. He gave a soft nod; eyes fixed intently on you. He swallowed, his lips parted to release a soft breath, “You look beautiful.” You stilled, blinking slowly before a soft laugh escaped you. Neteyam ear twitched, his skin flushed that beautiful purple, as his gaze darted around the area before snapping back to his poor attempt at crafts.
“I-I mean the top…it is beautiful.” He stammered, clearing his throat. His eyes on his knife, trying to fasten the casing with twine, but his technique was sloppy ruined by the sudden sweat on his palms.
Arms dropping, you rested your top against your thighs, tilting your head in his line of sight. “So, I am not beautiful?” Your tone lilted with teasing. Neteyam tail fluttered behind him, his flush deepening. Closing his eyes, his words come out breathy “Rä’ä kem si fì ne oe. (Do not do this to me)” He mutters defeated. You giggle at his flustered state, hands moving slowly to take his knife and twine.
“It will not be of use if you do it that way, Teyam.” You murmured gently, doing it yourself. His hands hovered near yours before dropping to the ground. He watched you work, fingers nimble, careful, and collected. “Take all my calm, will you?” His accusing tone was light. He moved his arm to his knee, resting his chin in his hand, golden eyes on you. As if he could not bear a second without looking at you.
“Yes, you need to loosen up. Still stern as always, like an—
Neteyam was quick, his finger pointing to you, “Do not call me an elder again.” You laughed double checking that the twine was properly wrapped. “But it’s true, ask Kiri and Lo’ak.” Neteyam released a scoff once again. “Kiri is the same as me, so she is not a reliable source.” He smirked, thinking of his little brother, “And Lo’ak is a skxawng. (idiot)”
“Who isn’t a reliable source?”
“Who is a skxawng?”
The other two Sully’s walked in, immediately accusing Neteyam. He let out a short laugh. “Seems I have spoken my siblings into existence.” Lo’ak trotted towards him, “I’m sure mother birthed only one idiot, and it is you big bro.”
Neteyam smirked, quickly leaving his spot, careful not to ruin your little area. He met Lo’ak halfway instantly locking him in a headlock. “You’re always open.” Neteyam mocked as they tousled, their shuffling feet and grunting filling the previously quiet tent. Kiri rolled her eyes finding a spot beside you.
“What do you see in that bark for brains?” She playfully gagged muttering quick compliments as her eyes fell to your top. “Eywa has blinded me.” You whispered to Kiri, though your eyes were on Neteyam. Hearing you, he immediately shot his head up towards you, his gaze locking onto yours.
“What?”
Lo’ak seized his brother moment of distraction, his leg sweeping out to catch Neteyam’s knocking him off balance. In a swift motion he brought his older brother to his knees. Leaping up Lo’ak hovered over him, hands resting against his knees with a grin. “Ha!” he cheered. Neteyam chuckled, yielding with a raised hand, as Lo’ak helped him up. Brushing the dust from his legs and arms, Neteyam approached crouching in front of you. “Eywa has not blinded you.” he murmured, gaze intense.
“She had though,” you shrugged. “It is by your luck that you are beautiful inside and out.” You teased flashing a smile. Neteyam just shook his head, a soft chuckled escaping him his gaze lingering on yours. “Well, yuck.” Lo’ak interrupted, breaking the moment with a groan. “And dad said it’s time to get back to work.” Lo’ak added gesturing to the entrance of the tent. Neteyam nodded, fully expecting that but his eyes returned to yours, soft and lingering for a few seconds longer.
“I’ll see you later.” His hand reached for you, fingers curly softly around your bicep giving a brief squeeze, remaining there for as long as he could before he raising from his crouch leaving the tent with Lo’ak. You smiled, gaze downturned to hide it, then your eyes caught the brown twine of his knife, your head shot up. “Oh, Neteyam!” You called, legs moving quickly catching him only a few feet from the tent entrance. His knife rested in your hands, outstretched to him. “Here you go.”
His eyes briefly went to his knife then to you, fingers brushing yours taking it from your grasp leaving that familiar lingering warmth. “Thank you.” He took one step back, a faint smile on his lips. You nodded braids swaying softly as you mimicked him, steps slow and smile soft. You turned around entering the tent breaking eye contact. Neteyam eyes racked over the knife the casing a deep navy blue, the twine a hickory brown, his fingers grazed over it gently moving to sheath the knife at his waist.
“Finally started courting her?” Neteyam step faltered, his dreamlike smile falling away instantly at the question. “Huh?” The word left him like a stolen breath. “Y/n. You finally started courting her.” Lo’ak repeated, smirk playing on his lips as he nudged his brother. Neteyam swayed a little, his smile replaced with a frown. His steps came to a halt. Lo’ak had gotten a bit further ahead before he noticed his brother was no longer beside him. Looking back, Lo’ak eyebrow arched as he saw Neteyam standing still, truly perplexed.
“I…haven’t.” Neteyam voice was barely above a whisper, uncertainty laced in his tone. His eyes remained staring at the ground, shifting his weight as if the question itself was heavy enough to anchor him.
“You haven’t started courting her?” Lo’ak reiterated, moving to stand beside his older brother. “That is so like you bro,” his tone teasing but not unkind. Neteyam shook his head the movement subtle, as he lost himself in the river of memories of you. “I just hadn’t thought of it because it—I don’t know it feels like I’ve already started.” He murmured. For Neteyam, the lines between courtship and friendship had blurred, he did not know where he stood but he was aware that his heart beats for you. Whether he had spoken the words aloud or not.
Lo’ak nodded, hand tucked under his chin and lips pursed in a thoughtful pout. “Right. But have you, ya know given her anything?”
He had; there was never a moment when he wouldn’t bring you gifts. Whether it was something you needed or not. Neteyam has always been attentive, but it seemed to intensify when it came to you. He always kept careful mental notes of every word you’ve said—or simply brought it because it reminded him of you. And he would be eager to show it to you, hoping to see that familiar spark in your eyes, and your gentle glowing smile.
He recalled countless moments where he would press treasures into your palm, woven bracelets, river stones, and small tokens he’d risk his life for while doing his duties beside his father. Yet, as these moments cycled through his brain behind those golden eyes filled with growing confusion—none of them were signs of courtship. Instead, it was instinct from friendship and adoration.
“I have,” Neteyam admitted, gaze leaving the ground to find Lo’ak. “Just…not as courtship.”
Lo’ak arm swung around Neteyam’s shoulders, hanging loosely. “Don’t worry, bro. She’ll obviously say yes. Courting is just so other guys know to back off.” Neteyam's jaw tightened, eyes sharpening with a fierce blend of possessiveness. The mere thought of someone else competing for your attention made a tension coil inside him.
“Who tried to court her?”
The question was quick from Neteyam lips, sharp and simmering with possessive heat. Lo’ak’s arm slipped from Neteyam's shoulder hands raising aiming to calm his older brother. “No one,” Lo’ak replied with a causal shrug. “I haven’t heard anything, at least. It’s just to prevent it bro—chill.”.
Neteyam couldn’t chill, it wasn’t that he doubted Lo’ak but instead he couldn’t fully trust it. His mind was plagued by scenarios, possibilities where you were continuously sought after and he stood aside unable to do anything. It sent a restless energy coursing through him fueling his determination. Neteyam's mind raced ahead, planning. He thought of what to make, how to craft it, and when he would find the time.
He mulled it over throughout the day, trying to find moments of time that were not just fleeting windows, and he found two. The only silver of time in his days that he didn’t want to give up, yet he had to compromise. Neteyam stood under the gentle light of the sister moons, waiting. He shifted on the balls of his feet, ears twitching at every rustle of leaves and animalistic sound of the creatures. Then, the soft crunch of twigs reached his ears and his head snapped up. Moving into the path clearing, he found you standing there, bathed in the moonlight, your smile brightening the night.
“Well, this is a first, you're never here before me.” Your steps were light, almost dancing across the mossy forest floor as you closed the distance, your hand slipping into Neteyam’s. He answered your smile with a gentler one of his own, gaze lingering as if you were the only one worth admiring on pandora.
“Ready to go?” You tighten your grip slightly giving his hand a soft squeeze. Neteyam ears flicked down, his heart tumbling like river stones against a harsh current in his chest. His golden eyes darted around the shadows of the forest, avoiding your hopeful ones, fearful that you would see right through him.
“Um, actually…we can’t go out tonight.” His words hung in the air between you, hesitant. You tilted your head, confusion flickering across your face. “But we are already out here. Do you mean walking? Or riding our ikrans?” He nodded. “Yeah. I just… need to do something.” His eyes finally met yours golden and pleading, searching for you to understand. “Until I’ve finished, we can't go out at night.” You sat in your mind, thoughts swirling, then you nodded softly, your braids swaying with the movement.
“Okay. Okay, I won’t question you.” You said, as you turned home, fingers still interlaced pulling Neteyam along. He followed, ears pinned back reluctantly but grateful for your understanding.
“You're not upset right?”
You shook your head, giving a warm smile, “No, I understand you have something to do, I respect that.” You shrugged causal yet sincerely. Neteyam fanged grin appeared, relief washing over him. “And I still get to see you at the weaver’s tent. If you took that away, I would’ve been upset.” Your fingers squeezed around his playfully, Neteyam feigned a hiss making you laugh.
“Hush, you tsawl prrnen (big baby).” You teased. Laughter filled the quiet of the night as you walked home hand in hand. Arriving home you turn around reaching up, hand patting Neteyam cheek quickly and softly. “Promise me you will sleep, do not put it off to complete this secret mission of yours.” Your voice was quiet and playful but still carrying quiet concern.
Neteyam nodded, his hand holding yours lifting it gently to his lips for a tender kiss. “Of course, sleep well.” He murmured, adoration shining in his eyes. Your blush crept up, warmth spreading across your cheeks. “Sleep well.” You replied, hands slipping apart, each returning to your kelku.
—
As promised, the two of you still had time together in the cozy sanctuary of the weaver's tent in that same familiar corner. Each day, Neteyam sat close beside you, his golden eyes following the grace of your hands as they worked. Quietly, he memorized the way you wove your crafts using your favorite pattern. He observed every detail, the soft curve of your fingers, the subtle twitch of your tail whenever you were proud of a stitch, and the serene concentration etched across your face. These moments were stitched into his memory, determined to replicate your artistry in the gifts he was preparing for you.
While the clan slept, Neteyam practiced the pattern, his hands moving with growing confidence in his corner. He would ask Kiri to help him search for the perfect materials, turning a simple request into a small sibling adventure through the forest before dinner. They gathered beads, vibrant thread, and supple leaves, their laughter and bickering echoing through the trees.
Although he had grown confident in practicing your pattern, when doing the real thing, he would frown in concentration as he unraveled a mistake for the tenth time and started again. His frustration only grew at his flawed attempts, eventually he sought his mother. Neytiri guided his hands with patience, her weaving experience shining through her teachings.
“Do not rush,” she would always tell him, voice reassuring. He never did, taking his mother's advice to heart he did not hurry, he wanted these gifts to carry the weight of his feelings, in every stitch. So, he took his time, although the urge to display his sign of forever to you crawled beneath his skin he pushed it down to a simmer, keeping it at bay.
Neteyam spent hours at night absorbed in the art of weaving. His fingers worked with deliberate precision, only stopping when exhaustion blurred his vision. Neytiri, the attentive mother noticed his slouching posture and sluggish movements and would coax him to bed, tucking the unfinished gifts away in his corner. That following evening, after dinner, Neteyam would resume his work, fingers carefully undoing the mistakes he made in his sleepy state and starting again.
His determination to finish your gifts blinded him, costing him hours of sleep. He tried to hide his fatigue around you, giving brighter smiles than usual or fidgeting to stay awake. And of course, you noticed. The drop of his ears whenever the silence stretches long, and the bags beneath those gold eyes.
“Neteyam.”
His name fell from your lips, carrying gentle reproach his eyes snapped open. He swore they had already been open, “Yes, sevin (pretty),” he replied, voice lace honey sweetness a pitiful attempt to escape your scolding. Your eyes narrowed not budging. “You haven’t been sleeping,” you said voice soft but firm. Neteyam shook his head, “I have.” You frowned, giving him the classic ‘are you serious’ look. “Right, so I’m imagining the bags forming under your eyes.”
Neteyam nodded, “I’m pretty sure. Are you sure you're not tired?” He leaned closer, hand gently cradling your chin, guiding your face to his. You frowned deeper, “Neteyam, I am not sleepy.” He only smiled wider, fingers sliding higher up to squish your cheeks together. “Teyam,” you whined, swatting his hand away while he laughed low and bright. Your hand remained on his wrist, eventually intertwining your fingers through his, holding him close.
“Nap.”
“Absolutely not. This is our time together.” He refused.
“Why are you so stubborn when it comes to your sleep?” You asked, rolling your eyes.
“Well, I’m sorry, I love being around you. Is that a crime?”
Neteyam tilted his head, braids gliding across his shoulders. You huffed, “You are still around me. Nap, lean on me all you want. I’ll be here.”
He pouted. “Put it away and sleep.” You released a soft giggle as he huffed in protest, but still complying shuffling closer. His head settled heavy against your shoulder, the weight of him familiar bringing comfort to you.
“Only for a few minutes.” He mumbled, eyelids drooping as you hummed in agreement, “Wake me in a few.” He insisted, eyes finally closing, you hummed again. “I’m serious.” He lifted his head, his warmth fleeting, you giggled gently guiding his head back to your shoulder, “Alright, mighty warrior, sleep.”
Your hand lingered in his hair for a moment before pulling away, feeling the way his body relaxed slipping into rest. He slept soundly against your shoulder, his breath steady and deep. You did not wake him until Jake came seeking him. Of course, Neteyam awoke with a pout scolding you, but he lacked real bite only affection with light teasing.
—
Finally, after countless days spent with anticipation and careful crafting, he had completed your gifts. To him they were perfect to finally share with you. Neteyam tried to keep his composure as he walked, but his excitement buzzed through his body causing him to break into a sprint straight to the weaver's tent. The place you were always waiting. Slipping through the entrance into the familiar dim glow of the tent, he walked to the very back. There he saw you, already finishing an outfit.
“I’ve finished.” he announced, bright with pride. Neteyam's smile stretched wide as he crouched in front you gold eyes shining with delight. “Finally?” You teased, eyebrow-raising playful.
He nodded, eagerness poorly contained. “Tonight, would you do me the honor of going out with me?” Your smile softened, eyes reflecting the same delight as his. “Yes, I would be a fool to decline such an invitation.”
Promised made, date set both hearts pounded with impatience. You for the longing of venturing through the glowing, lush forest hand in hand with Neteyam. For him, after hours of pouring his love into his crafts, he finally could give them to you. Asking you properly to be his and seeing your reaction, he couldn’t wait.
As he gathered the last of the training gear, the rough texture of wood pressed against his hands. Then a low rumble vibrated through the ground, gaining his attention. Neteyam's gaze drifted upward, noting how the sky shifted, heavy gray clouds blotted out the sun, hinting at rain. He shrugged off the worry, reminiscent of your love for rain, he smiled softly to himself lost in thoughts of you.
Later, as he shifted in his hammock, the sway bringing him comfort his amber eyes roamed his home. His family lingered, their soft conversations and laughter blending with the low crackle of the spent fire. He felt a pang of impatience and irritation; tonight of all nights their bedtime stretched later than usual.
Soft puttering filled Neteyam's ears; the rain had finally begun. The soothing sound calmed him, letting his mind wander, drifting off to thoughts of you. He pictured your smile, that smirk you always give him, and the mischievous glint in your eyes. The warmth of your touch, the way you would welcome him close, tail swaying happily behind you, showing your happiness at his presence. Lost in these memories, Neteyam drifted off to sleep, dreams carrying him into your arms
The sound of thunder rolled through the kelku. The deep rumble startled Neteyam from his sleep. Blinking rapidly, he struggled to clear his sleepy haze from his mind. The steady sound of the rain began to seep into his senses. Cold dread washed over him, the sensation chilling like a plunge in the cold ponds near the village. He overslept.
Neteyam slipped from his hammock hastily, his movements lacking his usual grace. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep, but panic made his steps clumsy as he hurried to check his waist making sure your gifts were still secure. He crept toward the entrance until the shuffle of movement caught his ears.
Kiri stirred from her sleep, eyes going to Neteyam as he stood at the doorway. He brought a finger to his lips, pleading for her not to tell. Kiri gave that knowing smirk, but her face shifted quickly to concern as another thunderclap echoed through the kelku. Her gaze was stern but understanding, silently urging him to be careful. Neteyam nodded, slipping out of his home with Kiri right behind him, sealing the entrance so no rain entered.
The temperature drop was instant as Neteyam darted into the open. The rain hitting his skin, drenching him within seconds, intensifying his guilt. Each footstep squelched harshly against the muddy soil of pandora, his heart pounding as he pushed toward the clearing where he always found you. Stumbling once mud splattering against his deep blue skin, but he recovered quickly determined not to falter again.
Finally reaching the spot breathless and soaked. His eyes locked on you, beneath the pitiful shelter of leaves, water streaming down as the rain became too much for them. You held your hand beneath the rush of water, watching as it bounced off your skin. You wore a smile, in attempt to meet the situation with grace. Neteyam eyes caught the subtle tremble in your fingers and the shiver that ran through your shoulders.
Slowly, Neteyam stepped closer entering your line of sight. The smile you gave him grew brighter, your eyes shining through the gloom capturing his attention, his heart felt as if a palulukan (thanator) was tearing at it, the weight of remorse nearly unbearable. He closed the distance, standing before you under the relentless rain letting it soak him as a form of punishment.
“Ngaytxoa (sorry).” He murmured, voice thick with apology.
His apologies continued, endless as the rain sliding down his back. Neteyam bent low, arms enveloping you tightly, holding you as if afraid you might slip away. His grip was firm, protective, the chill of his damp skin brushed against you, your gentle hands traced soothing circles along his waist. You nestled closer, chin resting on his shoulder feeling the shivers fade a little as his warmth encircled you.
“It’s ok Neteyam.” You whispered.
But he shook his head slowly, head still buried in your neck, regret etched deep in his skin. His frown deepened as he noticed your tremors ease against his body heat. Cursing himself, Neteyam shifted stepping back but still lingering close, shielding you from the rain. His sorrowful amber eyes searched yours.
“Let’s get out of the rain.” He murmured, voice low and guilt ridden. Taking your hand, Neteyam led you away from the clearing. Following him, you noticed the slouch of his shoulders, the way his head hung low heavy with guilt. Leading you to the ladder first, he watched you gaze never wavering from your every step as you climbed, ensuring your safety before following.
Entering the small shelter, you were instantly met by the familiar scent of woven reeds and drying herbs, the space was dim. Your belongings scattered across the floor, feathers, beads and smooth stones now mingled with Neteyam's belongings. His newly crafted gear leaned against the wall; hand carved wooden figures decorated the shelves beside your own trinkets. The soft merging of your worlds felt like a promise, quietly spoken for the future.
Neteyam moved with gentle urgency, his hand taking yours cool and rough from the rain and hours of training. Without a word, he draped a thick blanket around your shoulders, the fabric comforting. His hands, calloused and trembling slightly, brushed over your skin and hair, careful as he wiped away the rain clinging to you. His actions, a silent plea for forgiveness.
Once satisfied-ish with having dried you as best he could, Neteyam moved across the room, pulling the entrance flap close, shutting out the storm. Leaving the soft distant patter of the rain and clap of thunder. Crouching low, he began coaxing the fire, building it just high enough to provide warmth but not so high to fill the small room with smoke. As Neteyam gathered more blankets and brought them near, you watched the water continue to drip from his braids. He was completely drenched. He kept his gaze averted focusing on folding blankets for you. The lock of his jaw showed the regret turning in his chest. You reached out, hand finding his cold and stiff one covering it with your own warmth.
“You are still wet Teyam.” You murmured.
His eyes remained glued to the sway of the fur blankets. “I overslept,” he said, voice thick with regret. “It’s ok.” You replied, but he only shook his head slowly, ears folding back in shame. “I left you in the rain, for Eywa knows how long.”
“I’m fine.”
“You were trembling, drenched.”
“You know I like the rain.”
“What if you get sick?”
“Your grandmother remedies will handle it.” You teased, hoping to get a smile from him. But he didn’t, instead his lips pressed thin eyes closed with guilt.
A soft sigh left you as you took the blanket from around your shoulders, ignoring his quiet protest you wrapped him in the blanket instead. Drying his soaked braids ruffling them until the water shook free in tiny sprays. The unexpected jerking gesture startled a choked giggle from him, the sound brightening the room for a moment. His hands reached up, stopping yours, finally meeting your eyes with a tentative soft smile.
“Theres that smile.” You whispered smiling at him softly. You tossed the now damp blanket away, pulling Neteyam down beside you, you wrapped a new blanket around both of you sharing warmth.
“I am truly fine.” You assured, “I am not angry, you were tired.” Neteyam's eyes remained troubled, brow still furrowed as he shifted closer, shuffling around your body until it was fully enveloped by the circle of his legs. He pulled you in, arms sliding around your waist pulling you flush against his chest, as if trying to shield you from the lingering chill.
Neteyam head rested against your shoulder, his hands gliding over your sides with careful slowness, warming you from the cold the fire have yet to chase away. Your hand came up to rest on his head, fingers combing gently through damp braids, your other found his forearm resting there, anchoring him. Neteyam was quiet for a moment, lips pressed together tight pondering over the words ready to leave him. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, the words fragile he finally spoke.
“I want to court you.” He confessed, the words trembling between you, but you caught every word.
“What?” The question slipped out, breathless. Neteyam moved closer, his face buried against the curve of your neck, his warm breath sending gentle shivers down your skin. He lingered there a moment longer before continuing. “That is why I postponed our outings; I used that time to make your gifts. Be—,” his voice wavered, swallowing hard before continuing. “Because I wanted to do it properly, to create something form my heart.”
You blinked, lips parted brief surprise flitting across your face at the confession. Neteyam's arms slipped away, the absence of his touch palpable. He untied the pouch from his waist, bringing it forward for you. Your gaze followed his movements, watching as he opened it hand moving with a slight tremble that had nothing to do with the lingering cold. He revealed its contents, crafts just for you.
He rested it gently against your thighs as he tossed his pouch away. There in your lap were treasures of his heart, an armband woven in beautiful shades of blues, purples, and green, perfectly balanced. A single feather identical to the one Neteyam wore on his own armband. Beside it, a bracelet adorned with your own luminous beads surrounded by his beads, the ones he proudly wore threaded into his hair each day.
Your hands moved slowly, fingertips grazing the intricate weaving tracing the patterns. The careful craftsmanship spoke volumes of his affection and intent—his heart. Adoration bloomed across your face, as you took in each detail feeling the love in every thread and bead.
It was then that recognition dawned and you couldn’t help the radiant smile. “It’s my favorite pattern.” Neteyam nodded against your shoulder, his voice soft. “I watch you. All the times I sat beside you in the weaver's tent, even here.” His arms tightened around you, seeking courage in the warmth of you. “I see you.” Neteyam breathed, his words winding you with quiet devastating force—so unmistakably Neteyam.
Gently tapping his forearm, his embrace loosened, allowing you to turn and face him fully. Your hands scrambled, eager to hold his face, thumbs brushing softly against his cheeks. “I love them, Neteyam. I see you.” You confessed, as you lifted his face from the ground eyes locking with his.
His eyes met yours glassy with the same deep aching regret that weight on him. You shook your head softly holding his gaze, “I see you Neteyam. No little rain changed that, and it will never change that.” You declared, making sure he heard you. “Besides if it did, I would be heavily worried about our relationship.” You giggled, light and genuinely chasing away the last of the tension. Neteyam smiled, his amber eyes shining with admiration, a look reserved only for you. He nuzzled into your palm, the contact grounding him.
“Want to put it on me?” You asked, his eager nod was boyish. His hands trembled slightly as he slipped the armband around your left arm mirroring his own and the bracelet onto you’re right forearm. His fingers lingered just a second longer against your skin.
Smiling happily, you stretched your arm out admiring how vibrant the colors danced against your skin. The evidence of his love clear. You leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before resting your own against it.
“Do not beat yourself up over this, okay? I love my gifts; I love you and I’ve forgiven you even though I was never really upset.” You whispered.
Neteyam exhaled, relief in the slump of his shoulders as his eyes closed. “I still feel you are too lenient with me.” He opened his eyes, those huge golden irises on you. You moved back only a little, just enough to see his face, teasing, “As I told Kiri, Eywa has blinded me.” Neteyam chuckled as he pulled you close, covering your face in kisses until you squealed, “Teyam!” You giggled, face heating at his signs of affection.
He eased you down beside him on the woven mat, gawking at your smile bright and breathless. His hand reached for you fingers brushing his gift that now hugged your upper bicep. “Now everyone will know you are mine.” He murmured, the claim more to himself than to you. You nudged him playfully. “I think everyone already knew that Neteyam.” You replied grinning.
“Let’s sleep, yeah?” You suggestion softly.
Neteyam nodded, pulling you closer and tucking an extra blanket over the two of you. It was not like before, no distance tonight, and no hesitation. You pressed together, his arm wrapped securely around you, his head nestled against your shoulder. Legs tangled together, tails brushing in slow familiar arcs. Wrapped in each other warmth, letting everything fade away. That morning, neither of you rushed to awake nor to leave. Savoring the time, you have together choosing to stay in each other embrace.
Pandora can wait.
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Meanwhile, back at home, Kiri sat unbothered in her corner while Jake paced muttering complaints to Neytiri. “Give him a little leeway, and he goes the whole mile.” He grumbled. Lo’ak smirked to himself proud of his brother and already plotting how he would claim his thanks later, he already began eyeing Neteyam best bow. Tuk sat wide eye, confused as she watched her father pace around.
“Baby girl, have you seen your brother?” Jake asked, exhausted from constantly searching for his eldest son every morning. “No clue.” Kiri replied her lips down turned as she shrugged.
He turned to Lo’ak. “I slept like a rock.” Lo’ak smirk only grew, Jake eyes narrowed suspicion growing as he glanced between his children, then back to Neytiri.
“Is this about—” he pointed vaguely outside.
Neytiri giggled her hand resting against Jake chest giving a gentle pat. “Neteyam is fine ma’jake. Leave him be.” She kissed his cheek leaving him standing there, grumbling but relenting. “Alright,” He complied. For now, he would allow Neteyam this time with you.
a/n: not made at this ngl but 'mine will come' I am struggling
pairing: aged up neteyam sully x aged up fem omatikaya reader
warnings: one sided yearning, maybe angst
word count: 6.5k
summary: Neteyam yearns for his childhood friend, fighting with his feelings every day.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Maweypey means be patient. Neteyam could recall his mother telling his siblings that often when they were younger. Similar to the saying his father human saying, patience is a virtue. Something Jake lacked in his early years, Neteyam never struggled with and continued to master. Often calling him wise beyond his years, that he would bring joy and pride to the clan one day when he took his place as the Olo’eyktan. The days drew nearer, and Neteyam continued to prepare, sticking to his duties. Leading hunting parties, assigning scouts, leading war parties, and teaching younger hunters.
He was always busy, always calm, and always patient. Although recently this annoying thought has been lingering. What if he were too patient? Holding his tongue in moments he should have shouted; standing back in situations he should have pounced. Spoke his heart to you instead of letting it build up until it consumed him. Until he led you into the hands of another. Instead of standing beside him as you used to, always lingering, laughing, being a friend he could never replace. Now you stood with him, Nahìl.
Neteyam stared intently at you, Nahìl smiled down at you, his bow in hand, while you stared up with eyes glistening, a smile filled with adoration for him as you hung on his every word.
“Staring is getting you nowhere.”
Lo’ak came from behind his brother, eyes focused on the two before them. Honestly, why haven’t you said anything? You are obviously head over heels for her.” His tone was light and teasing. Neteyam shook his head, now choosing to focus on the exercises he had come to do previously, before you walked into the training area.
He knows why he has not said a word. One, he blames his patient nature. A weak reason, but still true, although childish, he felt you would always remain by his side unclaimed. Just the two of you to lean on, that fantasy shattered. Second was his soon-to-be title; from the moment Neteyam was born to his family, his life was never his own. Being raised to inherit a title that held expectations beyond a 5-year-old boy. Yet, he walked every day trying to fill the steps his mother and father left for him. Fill them as much as he could so that his siblings would not feel the obligation to. Because even though it was hard, he was proud to be born a Sully, proud to hold the honor no matter how heavy it lay on his shoulders.
And just as his life was not his nor was his mate to be. As he was told he needed someone strong by his side, who would be able to handle it, to lead beside him. Without a doubt, he knew you would be strong enough. Neteyam was not blinded by your beauty; no, when he was younger, he did not see beauty but character. He saw how stubborn you were to continue to try at something no matter how many times you failed. Saw the eagerness to teach whenever someone wanted to learn. The kindness you showed every soul, and your composed fury when your patience or a loved one was tested by foul words. So, you were strong, and Neteyam's feelings for you continue to flourish since the moment he knew what love was.
But he did not wish for you the life he had to lead. He did not wish for the stress and burden to fall on your shoulders. Did not wish for it to crush you, no, that would break him in every way. Instead, he prays for strength at every turn to bury these feelings. But they only continued to grow, festering in his chest as he grew older. So, he adjusted his prayers to Eywa.
“Hear me, great mother, as I pray for her happiness. Her smile and joy. Pray that it is so profound and forever tender. That the love she finds is everlasting and strong. I hope to see it.”
He wondered if Eywa and his ancestors grew concerned for how often he prayed for your life on your behalf. Wondered if his ancestors asked Eywa to take pity on him. That is wishful thinking, because it has been years, and these feelings have yet to change in the slightest. Neteyam had not noticed how many arrows he had let loose until he could no longer see the center of the target.
“Always the overachiever.” Lo’ak rolled his eyes. Arms crossed over his chest. “I had not even realized I did that.” He shrugged. “Ok, now you're gloating.” Lo’ak playfully shoved Neteyam, who chuckled lowly at his brother. He moved to gather the arrows from the target.
“We could go later. After I wash up, I’ve finished here.”
Neteyam turned to see Nahìl returning his gear, his eyes never leaving you. You nodded eagerly, “Ok, I’ll meet you at the edge of the village in a few, ok?”
“Counting down the seconds.” He replied. The two of them began leaving shoulders brushing, fingers twitching, eager to reach the other. Neteyam clenched his jaw, his heart felt it was wrapped in twine, and someone just kept pulling at it.
Feeling the eyes on you. You glance over your shoulder to see Neteyam staring, Lo’ak beside him speaking of something. Smiling gently at him, you gave a quick wave. Neteyam held eye contact, returning the wave without a moment’s thought. Overjoyed that you acknowledge him.
“Counting down the seconds.” Lo’ak mimicked, Neteyam released a chuckle at his younger brother. “Bro, he’s so corny.”
“Nahìl is a nice guy,” Neteyam stated. Lo’ak frowned, walking over to his brother and holding his shoulders. “You do not compliment the enemy.”
“No one amongst the clan is my enemy.” Neteyam shook his head at Lo’ak, who released his brother. Trailing behind him as he returned his own gear. “I mean, when it comes to Y/n. She is yours.”
“She is not something to claim.”
“She is yours.” Lo’ak deadpanned.
Neteyam simply shook his head, “Let’s go home, moms cooking honey-glazed yerik tonight, right?” Lo’ak’s ears shot up at the mention of the meal. “Is she? I call first serve!” And he dashed away. Neteyam sighed.
“Dad gets first serve—forget it.” Neteyam chased after his brother. It did not take long for him to catch up, now running beside him. The two of them hit at each other as they ran, reaching their family kelku.
“I won.” Neteyam exhaled, gathering his breath.
“It does not count as winning when you shoved me.”
“You shoved first,” Neteyam argued, smug as his hand went to Lo’ak’s head, ruffling his braids. Lo’ak groaned, shoving his hand away as they walked into the kelku. Home was warm; the fire crackled in the middle, covering the walls in a yellow hue. The air was filled with the aroma of sweet and savory. Lo’ak started drooling the moment he stepped in; Kiri groaned in disgust.
“That is disgusting. Go clean up skxwang.”
Rolling his eyes, Lo’ak moved to clean up as Neteyam followed. Dinner was served soon after, Jake getting the first serving, and Neteyam laughed at Lo’ak’s reaction. Still, he waited not even a second when he got his own before diving in, almost eating the leaves it was wrapped in. Tuk laughed at him, burning his mouth, not pacing himself, and the chatter at the dinner table followed easily and quietly.
Nothing important was spoken, but still, to his mother and father, daily life was important. Meaning you made another day with Eywa on your side. It was easy until that topic was brought up, “Neteyam, did you find anyone suitable?” Jake asked his hand to move to feed himself. Lo’ak and Kiri exchanged a glance before looking over at Neteyam. His jaw was set. “No, no one at the moment.” Jake nodded, “Ok.”
“There is no need to rush,” Neytiri said, also feeding herself, eyes moving away from Jake to Neteyam. “Someone will come.” She spoke, and Neteyam nodded, giving a small smile. “Everyone’s willing, I’ve seen them practically throw themselves at Neteyam.” Lo’ak slurred a mouthful, and Kiri laughed at his horrible table manners. “I'm serious, one girl literally threw herself in his path. I was there. I didn't know what to do.” He continued. “Chew with your mouth closed, Lo’ak.” Neytiri smiled tenderly, reaching over to clean his mouth. “Mother.” Lo’ak groaned in protest.”
Dinner had finished, and the family began settling down to do little things. Neteyam sat in his corner, organizing his gear. Lo’ak’s corner was near his as he did his gun routine. Tuk was on the verge of sleep beside Neytiri; Jake went over the duties he would have to attend to at daybreak, and Kiri moved around her space gathering things in their spare basket.
Neteyam watched her leave his corner as his feet carried him across the kelku to Kiri’s area. He stood there, arms crossed, watching. “Delivering something?” He asked, and Kiri nodded, still busy. “Yes, materials for a new top and loincloth.” Neteyam watched as Kiri held the basket in her hand, the breath of air she released when she rested on her hip, and the flex of her arms. He moved closer, taking it from her hands. “I’ll deliver it.” Lo’ak eyes left his gun, and Kiri stared at Neteyam.
“You sure?” she asked, eyebrows arched.
“Yes, who is it going to?” Neteyam easily held the basket in front of him. Kiri and Lo’ak shared a similar evil smirk. Before your name fell from Kiri's lips.
“Y/n.”
Hearing your name, Neteyam tail stilled his ears twitched; he heard Lo’ak’s horrible attempt at hiding his laugh. Still not wanting to give them the satisfaction, Neteyam nodded. “Alright. I will be back soon.”
Leaving the warmth of his kelku, Neteyam trodded towards yours, his steps never faltering. A skill he had mastered, his body language never showed what he truly felt on the inside. Rarely would he give tail signs, but only his family knew them. No one outside of it ever could tell what little storm began swirling in Neteyam's mind and heart beside his family, and of course, you.
He cursed at himself for offering to help. He did not know he would have to go to your home. Even so, if he had known and refused, Lo’ak would not let him hear the end of it, but he had remembered you were out with Nahìl. So, you would not be home, he could simply pass this over to your mother or father. His shoulder relaxed; this would not be an issue.
As he approached your kelku, your home fire continued crackling low. He stopped at the post, knock firm and brief at the pillar of wood. Neteyam shifted on the balls of his feet, nerves ate at him still. His hope was slipping away every second that passed. Until the kelku flap was opened fully, showing you. His hands gripped the basket when your eyes met his golden ones. His pulse quickened even more when that soft smile graced your lips, just for him.
“Evening, Y/n.” He could not help the smile that came to his face at your presence. Even if his body contorted in every way possible. He was beyond happy to see you right now. “Evening to you as well, Teyam. What brings you here so late?” You asked.
Neteyam shifted, showing the basket of materials for you. “Delivery from Kiri.” Your eyes glistened with a childlike spark. “My materials.” You reached for them, but Neteyam drew the basket back, just a little out of your reach. “Let me bring it in, Kiri kinda put a lot in here.” Seeing no issue, you nodded, moving aside for Neteyam as he walked in, your kelku was all too familiar with when you were children. In your corner lay your gear neatly displayed and cleaned, not far were your materials for your new crafts scattered around. Neteyam set the basket within your area, his eyes catching on a familiar stone that adorned what looked like a new design for a top. Your eyes followed his line of sight and moved in front of him, pushing lightly at his broadened shoulders.
“No peeking at unfinished work.” You continued ushering Neteyam further away; he smiled at your antics, his heart swelling in his chest for you. “Alright, I will not look.” He brought his hands up in surrender. “Your parents aren’t home?” He asked, noticing their lack of presence. “Not yet, they went to visit a friend at the healer's tent. They are sick.” Your hand went to your hip, glancing around the home. Neteyam hummed eyes, taking in your relaxed state, your hair unbraided, and you were going to start it. You were a simple top and loincloth, both tied loosely. His eyes dragged back up to you, staring at him.
“Right,” he cleared his throat, eyes leaving yours, glancing around the kelku. “I pray to Eywa for their speedy recovery.” He gave a small smile as he turned to the entrance flap. “Have a good night, Y/n.” Your name left his lips softly, as if it were a privilege to say it. He stepped into the cool air, and you followed, watching as he left. “Goodnight, Teyam.” Just then, Nahìl stood there, eyes widened in shock for a moment before settling.
“Neteyam.”
He stiffened, straightening himself as his eyes took in the man before him. Neteyam did not falter; he gave a polite smile that did not reach his eyes.
“Nahìl, nice to see you.”
You came from behind Neteyam, eyes widening at Nahìl. Neteyam tail flicks once, feeling the warmth of you at his lower back. Grabbing the little body fat he had, you pinched it between your fingertips, signaling him to leave. His ears twitched up at the motion; it did not hurt in the slightest. He did not want to move from your touch. Still, he respected your wishes.
“I should be going. Goodnight.”
You and Nahìl returned the words as Neteyam walked away. Your hands reached for Nahìl's forearm, thumb brushing softly over his skin. Neteyam looked away, the jealousy spreading throughout his body. Sighing to himself, he scratched his head, trying to ignore it, trying to forget.
He could not forget. He sat with his brother and sister in their kelku, the sun at its peak in the sky, covering Pandora in its warmth. His fingers cramped as he continued twisting at his bow string, without ceasing. Until the bow snapped, his ears pulled back, frown deep as he reached over to his gear, finding another. Lo’ak glanced over a singular eyebrow raised. “What’s the matter?” Kiri was the first to ask. Neteyam huffed, shaking his head, his braids following. His attention returned to the bow, removing the broken string.
“Something is wrong. You broke your string, something you are always on my ass about.”
“Language,” Neteyam muttered low.
Lo’ak shifted from his lounge to sitting up beside Neteyam, “What happened with Y/n?” Neteyam stilled for only a second before continuing to string the bow. “Nothing.” He muttered. He did not want to dwell on it anymore. “Something did happen; she is the only reason you ever lose your cool. Well, other than us. And we have not done anything yet.”
He was right. Neteyam could admit that to himself. Resting the bow against his thighs, his fingers tightened around the grip. “When I was leaving her home, Nahìl appeared.” Lo’ak groaned while Kiri listened, watching her older brother's body language. “Her parents were not home.”
Kiri's eyebrows rose at that, while Lo’ak’s jaw dropped. “No, no, Y/n isn’t the type.” He waved off the idea, not letting it linger. “I know that.” Neteyam agreed.
“She might.” Kiri shrugged. Both her brothers looked at her like she had grown a second tail. “What?” Neteyam questioned, his voice coming out strained. “We all know how she feels about Nahìl; she has been trying to get his attention the moment she realized she liked him. I am just saying I would not put it past her.” She explained, and Neteyam felt clammy, his fingers trembled, his heart hammered against his chest like a stampede of sturmbeest. He was prepared for this; he had imagined it so many times. He allowed this. Neteyam abruptly stood up, his nearby gear dropped to the floor, clacking together.
“I’m…going for a walk.”
His steps were measured but heavy, lacking the discretion he had practiced for years. His heart would not calm, fighting against his rib cage, and his mind felt clouded by the fog of you. His steps did not cease until the thrashing of water filled his ears. He found himself at a clearing, the stream clear and glistening in the sun. He approached the water, crouching beside it, his bow resting against the wet soil. He dipped his hands into the cool water, sending a shiver down his spine. Cupping his hands, he threw the water on his face, drenching himself in it. Gathering his breath, slowing down his heart.
“Great mother, help me.” He pleaded, his hands dropping against his knees as he closed his eyes in silent prayer.
“Neteyam?”
His eyes opened, and the breathing that he had finally gotten under control stuttered its rhythm, disturbed. Turning, he saw you standing there, hair freshly braided with flowers adoring it. You approached carefully, watching Neteyam curiously. His hair was slightly damp; water dripped from his face, trailing down his neck, stopping at the bulge of his chest before continuing. His golden eyes shone clear in the sunlight, making them brighter.
“Are you alright? Kiri told me you went for a walk.”
He nodded, rising from his spot, eyes drifting around the forest, asking Eywa what kind of trickery this was. “Yeah, I am fine. Were you looking for me?” He asked, his eyes finally falling to yours. You nodded, stepping beside Neteyam as you dropped to pick up his bow. “Yes, I was.” You sighed, finding a seat on a nearby boulder, as you began retightening his bow. Neteyam watched, walking slowly as he took the spot beside you far enough that it would not be suspicious. Still, he could feel the heat of your body.
“What’s on your mind?” He asked, his eyes trained on the grass that shifted softly in the breeze. Your soft giggle filled his ears; a faint smile appeared on his face. “Nothing specifically, I just realized I have not been around you for a long time. Like we used to.” Your eyes left the bow, looking at Neteyam. He did not meet your gaze, so you stared at the man before you, his features strong, jaw chiseled, flexing every few seconds. Yet he still looked soft, his eyes relaxed. Releasing a soft giggle your poked his cheek, which got his attention. He turned to your eyes, twinkling with an innocent glint.
“I should be asking you what’s on your mind.”
He smiled, grabbing your finger, moving it from his face, his touch lingered a second too long before forcing himself to let go. His head returned to the ground, watching the bugs crawl. “Has he started courting you yet?” The question left him before he could stop himself. His tail swished behind him nervously. “Nahìl?” You shook your head. “Not yet, I think you spooked him.” You joked, but Neteyam shot up his braids, wiping.
“Why?”
You shrugged, bow finally strung as you teased the string between your fingertips. “Maybe because you left my kelku late at night, when my parents weren’t home.” You tilted your head up at him braids shifted slowly over your shoulder. “Did he not enter after?” He frowned, confused. “Of course not, what kind of girl do you take me for?” Your elbow came out, nudging his side. Your warmth lingered there, he sighed, a smile on his face. He turned away from you, trying to hide it. “What’s so funny?” You asked, catching his grin.
“It’s just,” his eyes met yours, his smile charming. “Eywa works in many ways.” His professed, which confused you. “She does, but what made you say that?” Neteyam shook his head, reaching for his bow, his hands covering your own as he took it from your grasp. His touch is intentional and lingering. “Can’t say.” He slung the bow over his shoulder, nudging with his head towards the village. “Let’s head back.” Huffing, you left the rock walking beside him, “You’ve grown so secretive.” You muttered, but he still caught it. “A little mystery doesn’t hurt.”
“How mysterious do you want to get?” You chuckled, stepping over a rock. “Just enough to keep you on edge.” He admitted, eyes shifting down to you. With a roll of your eyes, your fingers reached for his sides, pinching his skin. His smile never faltered as he allowed you to torment the bundle of nerves.
Neteyam realized the great mother would never take you from his mind, nor his heart, not even his life. At every turn, he would always find you. Laughing, smiling, helping, or teasing. And this time, he would not fight it, now lingering more often than he did before. The thought of Nahìl not courting you lit a fire in his heart; his patience worked out for him. Well, he assumed it did. Now he always trails behind you every chance he gets. Helping you carry baskets and laughing with you on his breaks. The two of you even found time to go on little hunts together, something you always did when you were younger. Neteyam always lingered close, telling you to be careful or watch your step, his hand always at your back or your wrist, catching you. Even though you did not want him to see the now tops you worked on, he helped you search for things to add to them during these hunts, even help your craft the beads for it as well.
At dinners, you sat with him and his family, always beside him, thighs brushing with every movement. Every time you wanted his attention, your hand would tap his thigh. And he loved it, loved the contact, loved that the gesture was reserved for him. And each time you did it, you had his attention, his eyes focused only on you. Whenever you reached for the same food, he would give it to you first before taking some for himself, always attentive to you. Neteyam was happy, so happy he could not believe it was possible to feel this way about one person.
Time had turned back to how you were before duties had been more pressing. Before finding a mate had become a topic at every turn. And in every second, Neteyam appreciated it, wanting time to stop, so he could be in your presence for just a little longer. But often there was a lingering thought of dragging her into his world. Into the life he had trained forever for. Every time he thought it, his heart would squeeze in discomfort, making his skin crawl with unease. So, he would push the thought to the back of his mind. With how often he occupied your space, your circle, he assumed Nahìl had backed off, assuming the place beside you was taken.
But he did not.
He had been back from the hunting party, bringing in his kills as people surrounded him, patting him on his back. Proud of his catch, the clan would feast on his work. Neteyam smiled at the praise, but his eyes did not linger on the men and women who surrounded him; no, he searched for you. But he could not find you until he heard you call his name. Moving away from the crowd, he followed your voice to see you running towards him. A smile adorned your face bigger than he had seen; his own was instinctive at your joy. Your arms were open, and without missing a beat, he opened his own, catching you in his embrace. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him, and his at the top of your back, keeping just a little distance between you two, be mindful, Neteyam, he thought.
“He asked me!”
His heart dropped. Body going rigged for a few seconds as he felt his heart crumble at the statement that had left your lips. You pulled away, eyes still shining, while his own face remained in shock as he tried to mask it. “Nahìl, he asked me. Finally, he did it.” Your excitement continued to bubble over as you told Neteyam the news. His arms left your back, slowly dropping to his sides as he used all his willpower to smile at you. “Yes, finally.” The words left him with no emotion, and you noticed his smile faltering. “What is wrong? Are you hurt from the hunt?”
Neteyam pursed his lips. The smile he gave almost looked as if he were in pain. “No, no, I’m fine.” Letting his words sit as he gathered himself, willing his tone back to how it should be. “I’m happy for you.” Your study of him was confused until his name was called by his father. His ears twitched slightly close to his head before shifting up only a little. “I should go. Congratulations on your courting.” Turning away, he walked towards his father. Each step felt heavy, like gravity was dragging him down, as Eywa wanted to consume him. He wishes she would, but he knew she would not. His eyes closed briefly as he walked; he felt so emotionless, like his borrowed energy had already returned. Eywa, he knew he could not have you, but for those brief moments, he thought he could.
Lo’ak darted through the village, slipping past bodies and jumping over baskets as he mumbled quick apologies. Kiri and Spider close on his tail. He had just heard and did not know if Neteyam had or not. They had searched every spot beside the home. Finally, they found him at their kelku in his corner, new knives laid bare before him as he sharpened them one by one. His siblings stood gathering their breath. “S—she is being courted by him!” Lo’ak got out, bent over, his hands on his knees. Spider dragged his feet as he walked to the wall beside Neteyam, slumping down against it. “By…Nahìl.” He rasped.
Neteyam's motions never stopped his gaze, unfocused, fogged over as he stared at the floor. He nodded, “I know.” His tone was flat and soulless. Kiri frowned, “Why didn’t you tell her?” She stepped closer, Spider rose, stopping her before she got to Neteyam, who still had not looked up. “We all know how much you lo-
“Kiri.” His voice came out thick, swallowing before he continued. He finally looked up, and Kiri's ears flared. His eyes held no light as they did before; his face was neutral, his eyes, and you could see how his heart had been taken from him. “Enough.” He softened seeing his sister and brothers worry. “She is being courted. Even if she said yes, so what?” Lo’ak argued.
“She isn’t spoken for; you can still get her.”
Neteyam shook his head, now crouching as he gathered his knives, returning them to their rightful place. “She is happy, little brother.” He said, rising from his spot, turning to them. Shrugging a little, his eyes darting across the room at their faces. “She was never mine. And she is being courted by someone she likes. I have prayed to Eywa for her happiness. And it has come.”
“What kind of friend would I be to stand between that?”
“Do you not deserve happiness, brother?” Kiri grilled. Neteyam walked toward her, hand coming to her shoulder. “I am willing to set aside my happiness for others at every turn. Especially hers.” Kiri frowned deeply as she shrugged Neteyam's arm off, leaving the room. Spider followed her out. Neteyam's arm dropped, his eyes watching them go, while Lo’ak stayed back.
“So that's it? You're giving up?” Lo’ak raised his eyebrows, his irritation visible. “What’s mine will come.”
“I don’t know if you’re a coward or finding excuses.” Lo’ak sighed. Neteyam did not say a word.
“But I do know love makes you do a lot of crazy things. I mean, Dad left his entire race for mom.”
Neteyam gave a small smile, and Lo’ak returned it. “Want to go flying?” He offered a head titled outside the kelku. Neteyam looked resistant. “Come on, we always go flying when everything is too much.” Lo’ak convinced. “Fine.” Neteyam turned, grabbed his bow, the one you had strung, and slipped it over his shoulder. Walking over to the Lo’ak area, he threw him another bow. “Let’s do a little hunting while we’re out.”
Lo’ak groaned, catching the bow. “I said flying, not hunting.” Neteyam shook his head, smiling as he grabbed his little brother by his neck, pulling him into a side hug as they left the kelku.
Pandora does not wait for you to adapt or adjust. You move at her pace alone. Neteyam could not dwell on his heartache because he always had something to do; he kept moving. Doing his duties without faltering, more measured, more intense. His father would often tell him to relax, asking him if he was alright, and he would not lie, saying the same phrase.
“No. But I have to be.”
Often, when he had downtime, which most of the time is when he was asleep or eating, you would still fog his mind. Especially now at the clan dinner, music was played, the drum thumping, the crackling of the fire was like white noise compared to the chatter of the clan. His eyes found you across the fire under Nahìl. His arm rested around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Smiling down at you as you shared food. Neteyam's love for you had not faded in these passing weeks; he knew it never would. So, for his own sanity, even if it caused his heart to break each time, he would look for you. He needs to see you at least once to make sure you were ok, to make sure his prayers were answered. And they were, that little solace was all he had, even if it was so small. It was enough.
It was morning, and the rain from last night dropped from the leaves every few seconds. Dragging your feet against the wet grass, you trailed behind Kiri and Tuk, lost in your mind. Their gathering basket sat against your hip, and you bowed across your chest. Tuk danced around the forest, giggling and pulling at the leaves, watching as the water fell before running away giggling. Kiri stopped to gather some flowers. You stood behind her watching her work, your eyes often drifting to find Tuk to make sure she was ok.
Kiri rose, dropping the flowers into the basket, she noticed your solemn mood and silent tongue. Her always understanding gaze lingered a bit longer on you before she crouched down again. “For a girl who is being courted by someone she has been waiting for, you don’t seem happy.” She commented, bringing you out of your daze. Your eyes drift to the woven arm band around your bicep, decorated with feathers. Nahìl always wore it around his hip.
“I am happy.” A small smile came to your face at the thought of him. But it did not last long. “You’ve been pouting for weeks.” She teased. You shook your head, biting the inside of your cheek, “It’s just… is Neyetam—is he upset with me?” Kiri's eye roll was instant at the name drop. “Neteyam is a skxwang, that’s what he is.” She vented before seeing your expression, ears pinned against your head as your frown deepened, conflicted. “You are being courted, why are you stuck on my brother?” Instantly, you shook your head. “I know. I know. Eywa, I am aware.” You stammered out.
“But he just stopped being around and talking to me. I know I am being courted, but Neteyam is my friend. Someone I was finally getting back a little, and I miss him.” You sighed, following behind Kiri as she moved along the path, Tuk lingering close behind you, dropping things she had found in the basket. “Instead of joking around or just simply talking, all I get is very brief eye contact before he looks away again.”
He stares way more than you think. Kiri thought, but out of respect for her brother, she did not voice it. “His duties are piling, he is just a bit busier. On top of the mate issue.” Your ears perked at that, frowning at the statement. “What issue? Neteyam is heavily sought after by all the women in the clan. All he has to do is get to know someone.”
“Where will my idiot brother have time for that?” Kiri teased, head tilting as she turned to you, walking backwards. “Besides, he is really picky; he would not choose just anyone.” Sighing, you nodded that it did sound like Neteyam. The worry for him built up in you, fingers fumbling around the basket. “Keep me posted about him, ok?” Kiri shook her head, turning away from you. “Fine.” She groaned; you smiled to yourself, that was enough.
Returning to the village, you gave Kiri the basket before heading back home to do your own chores. Not long after Nahìl was at your side, hand resting at your hip. He greeted Kiri before asking to pull you away. Smiling, you left with him, and Kiri turned on her heel as she returned to her home. Once home, Tuk began jumping around, bothering Lo’ak. Neteyam sat beside Neytiri, helping her prepare a snack. Kiri's eyes narrow in on him before taking her spot in her corner, arranging her materials.
Tuk sat down beside Kiri, done bothering Lo’ak. Her hands were careful but eager as she helped her sister. “Y/n help get me this one!” She cheered, holding a colorful, shiny rock in her palm. Kiri saw Neteyam's head go up just a little, and she smiled. Tuk timing could never be perfect enough. “Y/n went with you guys?” Neytiri asked, and Kiri controlled her smile, plan in motion. “She did, she had been doing a little hunting. But she decided to tag along for extra protection and to watch Tuk.” Kiri's eyes drifted to Neteyam, who continued wrapping the food in leaves, preparing it for the fire.
“Y/n was sad today,” Tuk mumbled. Neteyam heard her head shoot up. Neytiri sent him a side glance. Lo’ak peeked from behind Kiri's eyes, darting to Tuk. “Why? What happened?” Neteyam's tone was eager, worry itched in his voice. Kiri’s hand came to Tuk, tapping her to be silent. “She’s worried about you.” Neteyam frowned, opening his mouth to respond, but Kiri continued. “Says she feels like you're avoiding her.”
“I’m not—
“She said she misses you.” Words died on his tongue as all eyes were on him. Neteyam huffed a sigh, returning to his task. “She also said to tell her about you, ya know, keep tabs. I agreed because what kind of friend would I be if I did not?” Kiri threw Neteyam words in his face. He scoffed, moving to poke the fire; not another word was spoken from him as silence returned to the kelku, tense.
Neteyam had tired of ignoring what Kiri had said. Keeping distance was right, watching you from afar as you built your life without him. He was content with watching your growing happiness; he never thought he would worry you in doing that. So, when he saw you leaving the healer's tent laughing carefree, carried through the wind, he stopped and stared. He wanted to walk up to you, tell you he was fine. But he could not, abandoning the idea, he turned around. He would continue his three-day streak of ignoring Kiri's words in his head until—
“Neteyam.”
The way his heart stopped in his chest so suddenly concerned him. His hand went to his chest, waiting for it to beat again before turning to you. He softened at the sight of you jogging to him, your eyes hesitant. “Hi.” You breathed, eyes scanning his face. “Hi.” He replied, the silence was not uncomfortable, but it was noticeable, too noticeable. “Have you been ok?” You asked. Kiri had told you very little of Neteyam, urging you to speak to him. So, here you were trying. Neteyam nodded his braid beads, clicking softly at the movement. “I’ve been ok. You?” His eyes went to the armband that hugged your bicep for a brief second before coming back to you.
“Good. But you are not lying to me, right? I haven’t really talked to you much.” Neteyam couldn’t help but giggle at you. “What’s so funny?” The smile that came to your face was easy, the weight of worry for him slowly lifting. “It’s so like you to worry about little things,” narrowing your eyes at Neteyam, you scoffed. “Well, I am sorry my closest friend stopped talking to me, so I began to worry if he suddenly started hating me.”
“I could never hate you.”
His smile never left, and the way he said it. So easy without effort, so fondly scared you just a little. “So, we are good.” He nodded; some force of nature caused him to lift his hand, hesitant but still coming to your head, gently ruffling it. To soft for it to be a playful gesture. “We are good.” Just as fast as his hand was there, it was gone when he heard someone clear their throat.
There stood Nahìl, his face unreadable. “Neteyam.” He greeted him. You turned away from the Sully facing Nahìl. Neteyam gave a nod. “I will be going. See you around.” Glancing over your shoulder you nod. Neteyam walked away cursing himself in his own head. She is being courted and your reached to touch her. Scolding himself did not go well as his heart still beat in his chest in joy. Giving him hope.
“What was that?” Nahìl asked watching Neteyam back as he walked away. You followed his gaze before tearing your eyes away. “We were talking.” You shrugged. “He touched you.” He met your eyes his hands gentle as they came to your arms. Your hands came up finding his wrist, a smile on your lips. “He ruffled my hair.”
“That was barely a ruffle.” He shook his head face contorted in conflict. “What is it really?” You asked your frown slight. Nahìl could not voice it. Because you had accepted his courting, Neteyam had not even tried. So why did he feel so uneasy, about your relationship with him. “Your friends, just friends, right?” You nodded, “since I could lift a bow.” You spoke. Nahìl sighed his arms pulling you into his chest, in his embrace. He held you securely against him. Your arms wrapped around his waist holding him in return. “Ok.” He mumbled looking down at your head where Neteyam hand had rested moments earlier. He shifted, his hand moving to rest there as if trying to wipe away his touch.
end note: there will be parts to this oneshot
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pairings: neteyam sully x fem omatikaya reader
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summary: Neteyam can't sleep so he goes for a walk and finds a kinda close friend.
Part 2
Neteyam hammock swayed with every shift, every turn. The rustles of the leaves, and the soft patter of rain did nothing to soothe him to sleep tonight. His mind had not gone silent since the moment he had lain down. No matter how much he twists and turns, or even sits with his eyes closed. Sleep did not come. He needed a release, and sleep tonight was not providing that solace. Neteyam exhaled from his nose before moving softly out of his hammock. His steps were light and quiet as he left his family kelku.
The air was cool and damp from the rain, the droplets cooling against his heated skin. His golden eyes took in the stillness of the villages, kelku closed, the dinner fires out. Pandora's beauty was clear in the soft light of the moon and stars. His feet carried him to the forest, walking the path carved out by those generations before him. He watched as small animals moved throughout the grass, heard incest fly before he saw them. Then he heard soft murmuring, and he turned in the direction of the sound. He unsheathed his knife, steps light as he crept closer, moving longer branches of leaves out of his way carefully, not making a sound.
His eyes scanned his surroundings before him, squinting until he just barely saw a girl. Knelt in the damp soil, her hands worked on the flowers before her, a basket beside her as she mumbled a song sung by the ancestors. His gaze lingered curiously, then he saw the knife that rested on her hip, the same, purple-encased handle he had seen Kiri working on weeks ago. His eyes drifted back up as she shifted, her face more in view. His hands dropped to his sides as he stood from his hiding spot.
“Y/n?”
He called out, you turned eyes wide, hands no longer gathering the materials before you. All your attention now on the boy, Neteyam stood there, his braids falling gracefully just past his shoulders, his neck bearing no neck accessories, no arm guards, nor arm bands. Just his loincloth and knife holder around his waist. To say you were startled and confused to see him this late at night was an understatement.
“Neteyam? What are you doing here?” Your eyes went to his hand, seeing his knife within his grip.
“With your knife—were you going to attack me?”
His head dropped to his knife, returning it to his holder with a huff. “What—no, what are you doing out here?” He changed the subject.
“I asked first.” You tilted your head up, waiting for your answer. Neteyam narrows his eyes, “I needed a walk. Why are you here?”
“Come on now, mighty warrior,” your hands gestured to the basket beside you, a teasing smile gracing your lips. “Is it not obvious?”
He relaxed, releasing a short laugh. His crossed over his chest, biceps flexing slightly. “Ok then, why are you out this late?” He rephrased.
“If you must know—
“I must.” He interrupted.
“I am getting rain thistle. I want to make a new loincloth, and I briefly spoke to Kiri about it. And of course, Tuk heard that, so I must gather a lot.” You shrugged fingers, gentle and careful, gathering the fiber.
“Plus, it’s my favorite fiber.”
Neteyam continued to stare at you. His eyes went to your hair, which was not braided; it flew loose behind your back, damp from the rain. Your skin glistened, the water droplets reflecting the moonlight; he stared so intently that he saw the soft tremble you tried to hide. He gathered that you had been here for a long time, and the rain was a drizzle. So, for you to be this wet and shivering confirmed his observation. Releasing a breath, Neteyam turned back to the tree that hid him before. He reached out and broke off two branches.
You heard the breaking of bark and turned to see Neteyam arranging the leaves as he closed the distance between the two of you. Watching him curiously until he stood right behind you. His arms outstretched at an angle as the big, thick leaves covered your figure, sheltering you from the rain. Titling your head back, your eyes locked with his. “You do not have to do that.”
“What kind of warrior would I be if I did not?” He gave a soft smile. Taken aback by the softness of his smile, quickly turned your head away, eyes focused on the plant before.
“You will get wet.”
“Rain is no issue.”
“You will get sick.”
“My grandmother's remedies will handle it.”
Neteyam's eyes were trained on your back; the way your hair mimicked the starry sky had captivated him.
“I will be long.”
His laughter filled the quiet of the forest. “Take as long as you need. I will be here.”
You smiled, gathering just as you had before. But with a bit more pace, although he said it was fine, you did not want the Olo’eyktan in training to be sick; you would feel like it was your fault.
“I haven’t seen you around as much.” He said, eyes scanning around the two of you. “Duties call. That means my mom has had me at home singing, telling me my voice is a gift from Eywa and I should use it.” You said. “You do have a pretty voice.” He admitted, and your fingers stopped only a moment before continuing. “Do not lie, Neteyam.”
“I am not a good liar.” He giggled. “I heard you before I saw you. Recognized the songs of our ancestors, and I followed them, and I found you.” You giggled, “So you heard the songs of the ancestors and decided to approach with your knife?” Neteyam smiled, “I had to be prepared.” He shrugged. You blatantly ignored the growing blush on your face, titling hour head further down so he would not be able to see it. “Thank you.” Neteyam watched you with a smile on his face. “You're welcome.” It continued like that, soft conversation flowed between you two. Comfortable and not forced. Finally, you had finished gathering, rising from your spot, you tried to clean your legs of dirt, but all you did was smear it more. Sighing, you went to grab the basket, but Neteyam reached for it himself.
“Neteyam, you are holding branches already.” You noted. Neteyam shook his hand, still grabbing the basket as he held the branches in his other hand, outstretched to you. “You take the branches, I’ll take the basket.”
Not wanting to go against his big doe eyes, you caved, taking the branches while he carried the basket. You walked in silence, and more often than not, your eyes would trail over to Neteyam. Seeing him without his accessories was weird to you because you always saw him with them. So focused on him, you misstepped feet catching on a lifted root. Neteyam's arm shot out, catching your upper arm before you could fall.
“Careful.” He pulled you up.
You released a nervous laugh. “Oops. Got a little distracted.” Your gaze went to the ground, not having the heart to look up at him.
“Well, looking at me would do that.” He retorted.
“What?” You snapped your neck towards him, and Neteyam stood there, a prominent smirk on his face. You scoffed, rolling your eyes as his grin never faltered.
“I—I was only looking because it’s weird to see you without your freaking accessories.” You rambled steps, speeding up, trying to get away from the embarrassing feeling that you had gotten caught looking at him. Neteyam caught up easily, his stride longer than yours.
“Alright, slow down before you stumble again.”
You shot him a warning glare. “Ftue.” He soothes, still grinning at you. Silence returned on the walk. Until he broke it.
“Why is it so weird?” He asked.
“What?” You asked playing with the twigs on the branches that you shifted to cover both of you.
“Seeing me without accessories.” He explained.
You shrugged. “Because I always see you with them. The mighty warrior Neteyam, Olo’eyktan in training.” You professed, waving your hand around.
“Alright, alright.” He giggled. You own followed.
“That is how I see you every time, when I do see you. But right now, you look relaxed. It is refreshing to see. Makes me remember you are a teenager and not an elder.”
“An elder?” His head turned towards you, wiping his braids. You laughed at his reaction.
“You often speak like one. Profound and wise, which is great. But it always feels like I am getting lectured by my sempul.” You heard nothing but silence, which confused you. As you turned your head, you saw Neteyam staring at you, offended. You laughed clearly and loudly at his reaction.
“It is not funny.”
His comment was ignored as you continued to laugh. You laughed so hard, your steps stopped as you doubled over. The branches hung loose in your hands before dropping them to hold your stomach and cover your mouth, but it did nothing to stop the sound. Neteyam stopped to watch you, joyous even if it was at his own expense. He smiled, fangs showing as he stepped close to you, his hand at the center of your back, patting softly.
“Alright, let’s go.”
Wiping your tears, you let him guide you along the path to the village. Slowly, your laughter died out; only the sound of you gathering your breath filled the air. “Sorry to interrupt your stroll.” Neteyam shook his head. “You made it better.”
The village came into view, and the stillness remained, but it would be brief, as the darkness that was in the sky before had a lighter tone to it. “I should get home.” You reached for the basket, but Neteyam took a step back out of your reach. You looked at him, puzzled.
“What are you doing?” He asked you, and you frowned.
“Grabbing my basket. What are you doing?”
“Walking you home.”
“Wha—
He was already several steps ahead as you followed, shaking your head at the boy. “Don’t you have to sleep?” He shrugged. “I don’t mind staying up a little longer.” Your eyes narrowed at him. “Just say I am good company.” You teased, brushing his shoulder lightly. Neteyam's eyes fell to his shoulder, where your skin met his briefly.
“I would rather not feed your ego, as large as it is.” He muttered the last part.
“I heard that golden boy.” You shoved him, and he laughed. Arriving at your kelku, your hands were held out for your basket, and Neteyam obliged, setting it into your hands. Holding it to your hip, you turned to enter your home, and before going in, you looked over your shoulder. “Sleep well, Neteyam, and thank you.” You smiled.
He smiled. “Anytime.” He watched as the flaps of the kelku fell behind you and turned to return to his own.
For many nights, this continued. Neteyam, not being able to sleep, would sneak out. And on his walks, he would find you there as well. Either gathering something, searching for something, or simply existing.
“Do you really gather every night? Or is it an excuse to bump into me?” He hummed, head tilted as he crouched beside you, watching as your newly braided hair flowed over your shoulders.
“Can you not sleep? Or is that an excuse to search for me every time you go for a walk?” You shot, shooting him a glance, grinning at him. He laughed.
“Fair.”
“Boy!”
Neteyam jerked up eyes wide and alert. He turned to his father, who stood beside the younger hunters, helping them with their hunting skills. He was supposed to be doing the same, but here he was sleeping standing against a pillar.
“Were you listening?” Jake questioned.
“Sorry, sir.” Neteyam stood up, stance stiff, ears pulled back, his gaze unfocused. Jake studied his son. “What is going on with you? Have you not been sleeping?”
“No, sir. But I will be fine to continue.” He spoke. Jake shook his head, “Go get some rest.”
“Dad—
“Go, Neteyam. You will not have a clear mind if you are not well rested.”
He held his tongue, nodding as he turned away from his father. Returning his bow as Neteyam walked through the village to his kelku. But then he smelt food, and he had not realized how hungry he had been. He decided to detour following the smell to the weaver's tent. There sat Kirk and Tuk, with you as you cooked a meal over a fire. Usually, the weaver tent would not allow that, but no one was there except you three. You looked up to see Neteyam standing a few steps from where you sat. His eyes were tired, his hair frizzy, and his body limp as if his mind were barely there.
“Teyam!” Tuk cheered at the sight of her older brother. He walked closer, crouching beside Kiri. “Hi, Tuk.” His voice was groggy and gruff. Your mind went to one thing, and in that thing only—You were disturbing his sleep. Frowning, your eyes went back to the food before you. Neteyam glanced over his eyes, watching as you mindlessly stirred the yerik stew.
“We are finishing our loincloths. Look how pretty mine is.” Tuk showed off her work. Neteyam nodded, smiling fondly at his baby sister. “You look horrible,” Kiri commented. Her hand left her work to hold Neteyam's face between her fingers. Pushing it side to side, he put up no fight as his head swayed. “I’m fine.” His eyes fell to the pot, and you noticed.
“Hungry?” You asked. His eyes shot up to you, and the two of you stared for a second too long. “A little.” His head tilted slightly as he spoke, but his gaze never left yours.
“Come, we can share mine.” The moment the first word left your mouth, Neteyam was already moving to be beside you. Sitting a little behind you, one leg up while the other was pulled in close. You pour Kiri and Tuk portions, serving them first, then you pour yours, grabbing more of the yerik meat. You handed the bowl to Neteyam. He reached for it, his hand hovering over yours, before he stopped. “You said to share.” His doe eyes met your eyes, pleading for you not to let him eat your share.
“We are, you eat first before you fall asleep.” You said, using your other hand to force him to hold the bowl. With a sigh, he took a few bites and drank the broth. And every second, he would let you have some, holding the food out for you to take. You settled on drinking the broth, leaving the meat for Neteyam.
Kiri often glanced over at the two of you, the interaction intriguing but shocking to her. Tuk was too focused on eating and finishing her loincloth at the same time. Neteyam noticed how you liked the broth and left it for you. Shuffled back, he leaned against the wall behind you. His legs sprawled out before him, his calf close to your thigh, brushing slightly against it. His arms crossed over his chest while his head leaned against the wall.
“I am going to rest here a bit. Tell me if Dad comes.” He said both you and Kiri mumbled in agreement. His eyes fluttered shut, and his chest evened out, raising and falling softly. Moments passed before Kiri spoke.
“What is going on with you two?”
You head shot up, “What do you mean?”
Kiri’s eyebrows rose, “Neteyam and you. When did you get so close? Sharing meals? And the Intense eye contact.”
“It was not intense.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“It wasn’t.” You whined.
“Are you two together?”
“No.” You mumbled, looking over your shoulder to see Neteyam still slumped against the wall.
“We are not together.”
Kiri rolled her eyes. “Well, something is going on, and if you're not together now, it’s only a matter of time.” You shook your head.
“You like Neteyam?” Tuk finally caught up.
“No, I do not.” You replied.
“She’s in denial,” Tuk whispered to Kiri.
“Tuk!” You grumbled while Kiri laughed.
Hours later, Tuk had finished her work due to Kiri helping her and had left to show it off and play with her friends. You and Kiri remained there, still at work. And at every pasting moment Neteyam would shift behind you, his leg moving closer against your thigh, nudging you a bit. Each time your eyes went to the contact before returning to your craft, adding finishing touches.
“He’s in her dad!” Tuk’s voice carried through the tent. Your eyes went to the entrance to see the rest of Neteyam family standing there. Relief washed over Neytiri's face at her son, who slept peacefully behind you. Jake’s eyes scanned across the tent to see you and Kiri.
“Has he been here the entire time?” Jake sighed.
“Yes, he fell asleep after eating,” Kiri answered.
“Tuk go wake your brother,” Jake asked while Lo’ak and Spider stood behind watching curiously.
“Neteyam, get up.” Tuk shook him, and you turned to watch him stir in his sleep; his peace being disturbed. Your hand rested on his leg beside you. “Neteyam, wake up, your father is here.” He blinked awake, his eyes slowly adjusting. Seeing his family, he quickly sat up.
“Crap.”
He shot up from his spot. Tuk stood back while Jake’s hands went to his hips. “Sleep well?”
“Sorry, sir.”
“Did you sleep well?” Jake asked again.
“Yes, sir.”
“Alright. I will give you a few; we have work to do.” Neteyam nodded, watching as the family left the tent. Sensing they were gone, Neteyam slowly crouched down, his hand coming up to drag down his face.
“He didn’t yell at you.” Kiri shrugged.
Neteyam sighed. “Yeah.” Opening his eyes, they instantly find yours, “I’ve got to go.” You nodded; his hand came to your shoulder, briefly touching before raising and leaving the tent. You watched him leave. “Hmm.” Kiri hummed, lips pursed. Your eyes went over to her before returning to your work.
“I’ve got to go.” She mimicked Neteyam.
“Kiri!” You laughed.
He was tired this time; the nap hours ago was not enough to recharge him. So, it came easy to slump into his hammock. But the moment he closed his eyes, you flashed in his mind. He opened them, staring at the ceiling. He had not seen you the entire day after that, busy catching up with his usual duties. And what if you were out there waiting for him, while he slept? He sat up in his hammock. Sneaking out like he has done so many nights before, he would risk being groggy in the morning.
He followed the same path; there was a select number of spots you always were, but you did have a favorite. As Neteyam approached, he saw you sitting in the grass, hair unbraided like the first time he saw you out here. Instead of it being damp, it flowed down your back, brushing over your shoulder as you tilted your head. Your skin was dry, but still, you shine brighter than before.
“I knew I would find you here.”
You shot up. Instead of that teasing smile you were always greeted with, you were frowning. Neteyam approached, confused as you rose from your spot.
“What—
“Why are you here?”
Your voice came out strained. Now Neteyam was even more confused. His ears twitched back, frowning slightly at your reaction. “What do you mean? We always meet up.” His gold eyes darted across your face, expecting your mask to slip, for you are a laugh at his reaction and say it was a joke, you did not.
“Do you not want to meet with me anymore?” His shoulders dropped, eyes staring into yours. With a sigh your softened.
“Of course I do.”
His gaze lingers, waiting for you to finish. “We…we cannot keep meeting like this at night, I see you. Always tired, not present when you do your duties. Then today? You feel right asleep like you have not slept in days.”
“I will be ok. I am willing to sacrifice that. Your good company.” You released a short breath at that, and he smiled.
“You shouldn’t.”
“I have too. This is the only time to myself, the only time I can come and sit in my thoughts, with you. Without anyone disturbing.”
“You need sleep.”
“Can't I just nap beside you like today?” You laughed in disbelief. “Sleep Teyam, no naps. Do not forget your duties.”
“I have not forgotten it.” His hands found yours, his fingers stroking along your own. “I just want to be here with you.” He mumbles tenderly. You looked away, not having the strength to look him in his eyes. Those pleading, big golden doe eyes.
“Ok.” You crumbled. His ears shot up as he smiled, fangs showing. You held his hand tighter in yours, tugging at him. “Come with me.” Neteyam followed without complaint, tail wagging happily behind him. You lead him down a different path near the village, but still far out enough that you would not be disturbed.
You stop at a thick tree, looking up, and built into it was a shelter. Neteyam eyed it curiously. “What is this place?” He asked as you released his hand, climbing up. He followed slowly, still studying his surroundings.
“My parent use to come here, but they stopped. Saying they were too old to climb up here anymore. So, I use it now.” Neteyam smirked, “They are not even 60.” You laughed, “Right! They are so dramatic.”
Distracted, your feet slipped off a branch; you caught yourself, hands tightening on the one you held onto. While Neteyam hand shot out, grabbing your back thigh so you would not fall. Once you were stable, assuring you were all right, he realized where his hand had rested. He moved quickly, hands going back to the branches. His face had a purple tint as he stared down below at his feet, your own face the same.
Clearing his throat his mumbled, “Sorry.”
“It’s ok, it was either fall into you, or you grab me.” You spoke fast, trying to brush past it as you continued to climb until you stood on the platform. Neteyam stepped up, eyes studying the place. It was a small shelter with little dust, filled with extra supplies and personal belongings. Although it was colorful with different garments hanging on the walls. Neteyam walked behind you, taken by the craft. The designs were beautiful. “You are skilled.”
“More like an excuse so my mother doesn’t always study my vocal cords.” You laughed, moving to the singular hammock using your hand, beating at the thing so the dust would fall off. Neteyam lingered behind, watching as you worked with a smile.
“Are we sleeping?”
“You are.” You moved aside, motioning for Neteyam to climb in. Instead, he stood there looking at you. “What are you going to do?” You shrugged, “Sit on the floor, craft something. Anything but I will be here.”
“Where will you sleep?”
“The mat will do. I have a b—
“No.”
“What?”
“No.”
You stood there in silence, staring at Neteyam. “What the heck do you mean, no Neteyam?”
“You are not sleeping on the floor. Nor will I sleep and leave you awake alone.” Frowning, you narrow your eyes at the navi boy before you. He watched as you stared at him, ready to scold him for his sleep, but before you could, Neteyam shook his head. “You're not winning this one sevin.” Your tail twitched at the name; you looked away, huffing. He moved to the hammock, setting himself into it. It swayed underneath his weight, and you felt like you had won until you felt his hand around your wrist pulling you to the hammock.
“Lay with me.”
Your pulse instantly picked up at the request, quick underneath his touch. You knew you were blushing, you felt it, and it did not make it better that Neteyam looked nowhere except at you. “I—I can not do that, Teyam.”
“You can. Just climb in.” Your hesitation was clear. Neteyam tilted his head, eyes still on you, a mischievous glint present. “I will not be able to sleep unless you lie with me.”
You scoffed; you knew he was lying. He could absolutely sleep without you. Still, you debated with yourself; it is not like skin-ship was new between you two. It was subtle and soft. That was different than being flesh against him in a small space. It felt like uncharted territory, and you were not prepared. And here he was pleading for you to lie with him, because he would not sleep unless you did. “Sevin, please.” Like always, you crumbled under his gaze, with a trembling hand, you let him pull you in, settling into the hammock. It swayed softly as you shifted back, facing him, keeping space between the two of you.
Neteyam noticed, but he did not push. He was a little shocked that you even agreed to his selfish request. Even so, he smiled happily to himself, tail thumping slightly against the hammock as he closed his eyes. You scent surrounded him, and your heat was grounding. Sleep came easily for him, and thank Eywa you found sleep as well.
The sun had risen, beaming into the shelter, and your eyes fluttered open. The smell of Neteyam was potent. His earthy scent that often clung to his braids and skin engulfed you. His chest was all you could see, deep blue with the gentle glow of his bioluminescent freckles that seemed to pulse with his every easy breath. The sunlight adored his skin, showing him in a more radiant light. His arm lay draped over your waist, the other cradling your head. Your own hands were on his chest. Feeling the warmth of his skin and the soft beat of his heart.
Wait—Sun? Your eyes widened, raising from the comfortable embrace, you looked at the entrance to see the sun shining bright and proud. Your heart dropped as you shook Neteyam, his hands falling from your body as you moved. “Neteyam, wake up!”
He rose in panic, instant on his face as his hands came to yours. “What is it? What's wrong?”
“Its sun rise.” You said eyes wide, but he frowned, not seeing the issue. Heading turned to the entrance before his own eyes shot wider than your own.
“Shoot! Its sun rise!” He repeated.
The two of them leaped from the hammock, Neteyam tripping a little before catching himself. Rushing down the branches, Neteyam took your hand as you ran towards the village. Jumping over roots and dunking under large leaves. The village slowly came into view, along with all the busybodies. Neteyam's heart dropped as he stopped holding you back as well. He crouched, bring your down with him. His eyes scanned over the village, and he saw his parents together talking. Not far beside them stood Kiri and Lo’ak as well. Neteyam whispered words under his breath, English words that were foreign to you.
He turned to you. “You need to sneak home. That way you won’t get into trouble.” His hand tightens slightly around yours.
“What about you?”
Neteyam shook his head. “My parents already know I’m gone; there is no way I am getting out of this.” Your ears dropped down. “We can get in trouble together. Besides, do you really think my parents do not know it's gone?” Neteyam sighed. “We are both at fault; maybe I can dull the blow?” You said waiting for him to meet your eyes, but he only stared ahead at his family.
“Teyam.” You said softly, and he sighed once again. “Ok.”
The two of you left your hiding spot, walking into the village. As you slowly approached, you realized Neteyam still held your hand. You squeeze it a little, assuring him that you were there. He nodded, releasing a breath. As he continued walking, Lo’ak saw him first, and the way his ears shot up, tail swayed in amusement was a tail sign. The boy began laughing as he held Kiri's shoulder. She shrugged him off, following with a smug gaze at her face.
“I knew it!”
Neteyam hiss died in his throat as he approached. His other hand was out, motioning for them to calm down. Jake and Neytiri turned to watch as Neteyam approached with you at his side.
“Mother, Sir.” Neteyam greeted. You met their gaze, giving a small smile before you looked back at the ground. Nothing but Lo’ak laughter filled the tense atmosphere. “Enough.” Jake turned to his youngest son, who stopped laughing, wiping his tears.
“Neteyam,” Neytiri said, eyes studying her son. His ears twitched.
“Mother, I—
Jake's hand shot up. His finger is pointing between the two of you. “Did you, ya know. Do anything?”
“No.” Both of you said at the same time.
“Her parents have a small shelter not far we simple slept there…together.”
You slowly turned, looking at Neteyam, who closed his eyes, upset with himself as well. The wording was all wrong. Lo’ak laughed louder, and this time Kiri joined. “You are really digging your grave, brother,” Lo’ak said through his laughter. “I swear we did nothing.” You spoke, eyes darting between Jake and Neytiri. “I just wanted him to sleep, so I brought him there.”
“That’s it? You were not sleeping at night, so you decided to sneak out.” Jake pieced it together, and Neteyam nodded. Jake gave a small smile as he nodded.
“Ok, I’ll lay off a bit.”
Neteyam's head lifted, eyes wide. “Huh?”
“Pick whatever time you want to spend together, and I will arrange some stuff. Just no more sneaking out at night and get some sleep, boy.”
Neteyam smiled. “Yeah, I will.” Neytiri's hand rested on her son's shoulder. “And be responsible.” His eyes darted between you two. “Mother.” Neteyam groaned as she smiled at his flustered ears. The two of them walked away while Lo’ak and Kiri stood there watching. “I knew it.”
“I heard you the first time, Kiri.” You groaned.
“I can not wait to tell Spider,” Lo’ak smirked.
“Alright, we’re leaving.” Neteyam pulled you along.
“Mom said be responsible!” Lo’ak shouted. Neteyam shook his head.
“So, what now?” You asked, looking up at him. Neteyam smiled, “We find a time for each other.” His eyes glistened, “just you and me.
“I’ll miss out late-night outings.” You sighed. “Who said they would stop?” Neteyam smirked. You giggled, “Disobeying your father again?” Neteyam pulled you closer. His face nuzzled against the side of your head.
pairings: lo'ak sully x fem omatikaya reader
word count: 1.3k
summary: Lo'ak is upset and the reader take him to their special place
Lo’ak joined his father and Neteyam hunting for the evening meal. He suggested taking a different route, an area where he had seen a small gathering of Hexapede. It would cut their hunting time short and ensure the clan had enough food.
“Two birds, one stone.” He gave a small smile. His amber eyes were shining with anticipation. Jake didn’t return the gesture. He sighed, dismissing Lo’ak’s idea and already seeing the flaws in the plan. Hexapede did gather briefly. But nearby, a den of viper wolves lurked. So, they decided to stay on the same path, ignoring Lo’ak.
“Focus, boy," Jake drilled, continuing to lead the hunting party. Lo’ak’s smile faltered, and the glimmer in his eyes faded. He didn’t reply; he followed behind Neteyam.
The lingering warmth of the strumbeest's back legs pressed into Lo’ak’s back. His gaze drifted, unfocused. His feet carried him forward on autopilot. As he returned to the clan, the cooks gathered, ready to cut and carve the beast they had caught. Preparing to make use of the gift graciously given. Yet, their voices sounded muffled to him. He walked away from the gathering.
He didn’t have to sneak. Not like anyone would have noticed anyway. He just wanted to get away. Somewhere quiet. Even if all he heard was his own thoughts eating at him. Whether it was his father’s voice or his own.
At least he could hear himself.
“Lo’ak!”
His step faltered at the call of his name. Usually, he would keep walking, ignoring whoever it was, craving time alone. But this time, he made an exception.
After all, it was you.
Your steps were eager, closing the distance in a few quick strides and stopping abruptly in front of him. The soft gush of wind caused your scent to surround him, your eyes shining with excitement, and your unbraided hair tousled. Much more than it should be after the short run he had just seen. Tilting his head slightly, his amber eyes explored your hair, the way stray strands clung to the curve of your face or stuck up in the air. The soft pants escaping your parted lips and the gentle rise and fall of your chest.
“How far did you run to see me? As soon as you heard the horns sound?” he smirked. Rolling your eyes, you moved your hand to the messy hair, fixing it hastily.
“Ok, get over yourself,” you retorted, but it lacked the bite. Lo’ak’s small smile faded as he looked at his father, who was busy selecting cuts of meat for the upcoming lunch.
“Shouldn't you be helping with cooking?”
He questioned, his eyes slowly returning to you. Cooking was your specialty, something you found comfort and solace in. The swirling pride that settled in your heart whenever the clan feasted on your dish never failed to dwindle.
Even so, you shrugged. Gently bumping his shoulder as you walked past him to the path that led into the forest. You spun around, facing Lo'ak. Gaze softening as your eyes fixed on his gold ones. "They'll be fine on their own," you murmured, "but I think you need me more."
He swallowed hard, wondering if his emotions were truly that transparent. Or if you could just read him so easily. Your head tilted, guiding his gaze toward the canopy above, he followed without hesitation, knowing precisely where you were leading him.
Hidden away behind thick trees, the small enclosed cave provided sanctuary, protecting them from the eyes and whispers of the clan. Your hair swayed with every step as you walked. Taking a place on the woven mat, you had worked on it together. The radiant orange and serene blue fibers clash and intertwine in a pattern. Not perfect, but still strong.
Not looking up, you pat the spot next to you. His steps were slow as he took the spot close to you. Your hands moved to open the basket. Full of different fruits gathered days prior. Your hand held the fortune fruit, bringing it to the firm wood bark. Holding it there, you reach for the knife that should have been at your hip. You grasped air instead, frowning. Your lips parted slightly, turning to Lo’ak.
His knife handle already extended toward you, the point of the blade facing him. Smiling, you took the knife, the brief brush of fingers jolting. Thanking him, you began cutting the fruit. Carefully, you worked. Your gaze was intense and focused, and your hands steady. Lo’ak watched.
Your fingertips glistened with juice as you picked up a piece and held it up to Lo’ak. His eyes fell to the piece in your hand. The fruit was skinned perfectly, the mouth-numbing seeds removed.
Lo’ak released a small chuckle, leaned forward, and took the piece from your fingers with his mouth. His lips softly brushed against your fingertips. Pulling back, he chewed slowly, cheeks puffed out as he gave a boyish grin. The messy juice spilled over the thin curve of his bottom lip, gliding down his chin. You smiled, the laugh building steadily in your chest before being released. You shuffled a little closer, reaching out with your other hand, and softly wiped the juice away.
The sparkle in your eyes put him at ease. The firm, gentle stroke of your thumb against his chin made his heart leap. He watched you intently, never looking away.
“You are a messy one.” You soothe. His heart swelled, a persistent, overwhelming urge to be closer taking over. Moving in, he rested his forehead against your shoulder. The remaining tension finally left him; his tail swayed slowly in an arch against the mat behind him. With a long exhale, his hand drifted down to your loincloth, playing with the stray fibers of the pattern.
“I was angry… earlier.” He confessed. You let the silence stretch, not rushing to speak. “At my dad, for not listening to me.” He exhaled, closing his eyes.
“I wanted to drown in my thoughts. So, I can at least hear myself.” He admitted eyes open, fingers ghosting the line of your strips, which crept close to your navel.
“But then you called out to me.” He slowly lifted his head, eyes meeting yours. “I didn’t even call for you, I didn’t look, but you still managed to find me.”
“Comforted me in ways you know, by taking me away from there. To our space,” his hand shot out loosely, gesturing to the fruit, “feeding me fortune fruit.” He giggled softly, his shoulders shaking gently. Your smile was tender; your eyes locked on his expressive amber ones.
“Removing the skin because you know how I don’t like the bitter taste of it. And the seed that numbs my mouth.” He said fondly. “You listened to me. Nobody does. Yet in the small things, you do.” He breathed.
Brushing your hands over a lingering cloth. You reach for him, thumbs brushing gently along the warmth of his skin. Following the flow of his stripes that decorated it. “I always hear you, Lo’ak.” Your eyes danced across his face, not missing the slight twitch of the corners of his mouth, “Nothing you have ever said has gone unnoticed by me.” You declared. Moving closer, resting your forehead against Lo’ak’s. His hands held your wrist.
A short, scoffing laugh left him. “Good to know.” Moving back slightly, your eyes scanned his face. “Want to finish eating? I can cook for you when we arrive back at the clan, also?” You suggested dropping your hands to finish the fruit. Lo’ak hummed in agreement. “Later,” he said. “Let’s stay a little longer.”
His head returned to your shoulder, watching as you ate the fruit. Reaching to your side, you offered the fruit to Lo’ak again, and he took it. Deliberately let his tongue graze your fingertips. “Lo’ak!” You squealed, glaring down at him, face flushed. He laughed, perfectly content.
