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Car cleaned, legs shaved and neteyam x reader x aoânung fan fic being posted soon. Life is goodđđđđđ
Caught in between
Pairing: Aoânung x Metkayina! Reader x Neteyam
Word count: 4.9k
Synopsis: caught between someone you canât let go of⊠and someone who you never expected. One still holds a piece of your heart. The other makes you feel something new. And you? Youâre about to realize just how complicated love can get.
Contents: explicit smut, p in v, love triangle, jealousy, displays of dominance, mild angst , toxic relationship, fluff, slow burn, cussing, arguments, teasing
Note: hi my babiesss!! Im back with another storyyy! This took me almost a week to figure out omlll but i finally got it together! This will have 2 parts and i will post part 2 in just a few dayssss!! Also im sooo sorry if its a bit long or messy in some parts :( Anywayyyy i hope you guys enjoy thisss chaoticc little love story lol đ©”
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The day the outsiders arrived, you werenât very curious.
You had heard people talking about it in passing, whispers carrying between the clanâbut you figured youâd find out eventually. It wasnât important.
At least⊠not to you.
Until Tsireya found you.
âLetâs go see the visitors!â She excitedly tells you.
You donât even look up at first.
ây/n,â she tries again. âPlease come with me. I really want to meet new people.â
Then she pauses.
âThis totally isnât because one of them is super hot.âshe giggles immediately after, like she canât even take herself seriously.
Thatâs what makes you glance up.
You give her a look.
The kind that says you donât believe her for a second.
ââŠRight.â
You go back to gathering the last herbs in your hand âTsireya, they are outsiders im sure they wont even be here long.â You sighed, brushing dirt from your fingers.
âAnd I need to finish collecting these for your mother. Iâm not interested in seeing this âhotâ guy youâre suddenly obsessed with right now.â
She crouches next to you, her bright blue eyes widened, full of mischief. She grabs your hand⊠âJust for a moment,â she pleaded, voice softening but teasing all at once. âCute guy⊠also has a cute brother~
You look at herâreally look at her. You exhale from your nose dramatically âfine. A few minutes. Then Iâm leaving.â
Tsireya squealed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away before you could change your mind.
When you start approaching the crowd your chest tightensâ
why am i nervous.
Your steps slow just slightly, like your body is trying to figure something out before you do.
Voices carry across the shore. Laughter, overlapping conversations mixed with the rhythm of the waves. Everything should feel normal
You notice her and the younger forest boy greet each other with a shy smile. Watching him visibly get nervous.
She leaned close, whispering urgently, âHis brother is right there.â
And then ⊠you saw him.
Tall. broad. From the forest in every way your home wasnât.
His presence alone felt different. He was grounded. Confident. The sunlight caught his eyes just right âgreen mixing with goldâand you felt it, the unmistakable pullâŠ
His eyes found yours almost instantly.
you didnât look away.
And neither did he.
Tsireya nudged your side. âSee? Told you. Cute and mysterious.â She giggled, practically jumping from excitement.
For a moment everything stilled.
Thenâ
âCareful.â
The voice came from behind you, laced with amusement. Annoyingly familiar.
Aoânung.
The one who made you do all the wrong things. The one youâd sneak around with even after you two broke up. The one who was just bending you over, fucking you last week.
Your relationship with Aoânung hadânt always been⊠complicated. Youâd dated a year agoâreal, intense, easy, âbefore it turned toxic and ended. At least tahts what you told yourselvesâŠ
Because just two months ago,somehow, you found your way back to each other. Not officially. Not like before.
But sneaking around, kissing, touching in ways no one else could. The jealousy lingered, the arguments continuedâbut somehow, you still craved his presence.
He stood just behind your shoulder, arms crossed, expression unreadable except for that slight smirk to his lips that drove you crazy.
âDidnât think you cared this much about visitors,â he added.
âI donât,â you replied quickly, turning back toward the group. Too quickly.
âMm right.â He said, his gaze toward the forest boy for a second before landing back on you. âCouldâve fooled me.â
Your jaw tightened slightly. âDonât you have something better to do?â
âNot really.â He replied
Of course not.
Before you could say anything elseâ
âTsireya,â he called. âFather is asking for you.â
Then, after a brief pause, his eyes going back to you.
âAnd you.â
â
The three of you start making your through the crowd to the center where Tonowari stands talking to Jake sully and his wife Neytiri.
You didnât miss the way Ronal lingered nearby, her expression tight with disapproval. Still, she said nothing but her gaze said enough.
âJake sully and his family will be staying with us. We must teach them our ways.â
Tonowari gestures for the three of you to stand next to him
âMy son aoânung, my daughter tsireya will show your children what to do. And this is y/n , not my daughter but she will also assist them.â He gives you a reassuring look.
Aoânungânow visibly annoyed is quick to respond
âfather, why doââ
âIt is decided.â Tonowari sharply says to him.
Once it was settled , everyone begins going back to what theyâve been doing. While Tsireya eagerly starts walking the Sullyâs around the village.
Before they leave the forest boyâthe taller one gives you one last glance.
Your breath caught before he was gone.
You didnât realize you were still watching him walk away untilâ
âSeriously?â A quiet scoff leaving aoânungs mouth.
You turn around.
Aoânung stands there, one brow raised, looking down at you.
âWhat?â You snap.
âNothing, just⊠youâre staring.â He said almost questioning .
You rolled your eyes immediately, turning away from him. âI wasnât staring.â
âRight.â he muttered, unconvinced.
You turn towards him, this time miredaring âare you jealous?â
He scoffs. âJealous of that forest freak? Definitely not. I know whatâs mine.â
Before you could bite back, Tonowariâs voice cut in.
âYou two.â
You both straightened slightly, attention immediately back to him.
âThere is more to discuss. Follow me.â
Aoânung stepped foward without another word, you follwed behind.
Your mind still lingers. And not just the arrival of the outsiders but of him. On the quiet steadiness in his gazeâŠ
â
Later that night, the cool breeze hums through the air, brushing against your skin, as you sit beside Tsireyaâtoo caught up in your thoughts to fully pay attention while she eagerly tells you the names of the children, her attention mostly dwelling on Loâak .
âSo thereâs Tuk, Loâak~, Kiri, and then the oldest⊠Neteyam,â she said.
Neteyam.
The name lingered in your mind longer than it should have. You didnât know why it caught you off guardâor maybe you did.
âThe whole family is very sweet, and Loâak is such a teaseâhello? y/n, are you even listening to me?â
âYeah, sorry. Just tired,â you said.
She tilted her head, her expression chnged to a teasing way that made you laugh. âMm-hmm. tired, huh? Or just still thinking about my brother?â
you stiffened. ââŠExcuse me?â
âOh, come on,â she said, nudging you lightly. âI know youâre not over each other. Everyone knowsâ
Your cheeks heat up âIâm notââ
ââstill hung up?â she cut in before you could finish. âYeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that. But honestly, y/n, you need to stop acting like heâs the only boy in the reef for you. Maybe you should pay a little attention to Neteyamâhe seems better for you.â
You swallowed, your heart stuttering.
Tsireya had no idea. Not a clue that you and Aoânung were still sneaking around. It made her teasing harder to handle.
You rolled your eyes, letting out a defeated sigh. âFine. Fine. Iâll think about it.â
âGood!â she said, clapping happily.
â tomorrow, we teach the Sullys. Donât get distracted by the new heartthrobsâor your ex boyfriend.â
you let out a quiet sigh, shaking your head at yourself. Definitely.
â
The moment you head to your marui, everything feels quieter. You can only hear the distant waves crashing against the shore.
As you walk along further, you spot Aoânung outside, talking to a girlâtheyâre close, too close. Their bodies are close together, voices low. Itâs something that made your stomach hurt. Making your whole world tilt.
And before either of them can notice you, you turnâquicklyâand head in the opposite direction.
Your steps carry you farther than you meant to go, until the soft sand gives way to the shoreline. The water laps gently at the edge, glowing faintly as you lower yourself to sit on the rocks.
For a while, you stare at the ocean stretching endlessly in front of you.
Breathe. Relax y/n, you tell yourself
But your mind refuses to stay quiet.
Memories begin to surfaceâuninvited. The way things used to be with Aoânung before the sneaking around. The familiarity. The almosts. The things that were never fully said but always felt between you two.
Your eyes water slightly.
You push it away.
Not tonight.
â
By the time you returned to your marui, exhaustion had finally started to settle in.
You laid down, letting the quiet wrap around you.
Hoping sleep would come quickly, that your mind would finally stop.
And you had a few moments of peace. And thenâŠ
He showed up outside your marui like he always didâquiet taps against the entrance, waiting because he knew youâd let him in.
You always did.
âWhat do you want?â you whispered, pulling him inside quickly.
âYou,â he said simply.
You rolled your eyes. âYouâre so annoying.â
âMm,â he hummed, stepping closer. âAnd you still let me in.â He pulls you into a kissâslow, making you melt into him. Your nails lightly scratch his back as he presses against you
âYou shouldnât be here,â you murmured between kisses, though neither of you moved apart. âWeâre going to get caught.â
He hums against your mouth âi donât care.â
You slowly pull awayâŠ
He frowns and his eyes soften. âHey⊠whatâs wrong?
âAoânungâŠâ you hesitate
âI saw you with that girl earlierâŠâ you say quietly.
âSheâs just a friend. he says immediately, eyes locking on yours. â i swearâIâve never done anything with her.â
you look away, annoyed and flustered , trying to keep your composure.
âWhat?â he said, gripping your chin gently, eyes searching yours. âYou want me to stop coming? Want me all to yourself?â
the question hit harder than it should have.
ââŠNo,â you admitted quietly.
he leaned in again, this time letting his lips trace against your jawline, his teeth grazing your skin. âThen donât push me away.â
before you can respond, his hands grab your waist, flipping you beneath him. He pins you down, lips trailing from your jawline, to your collarbone , to your chest. His hands roam every inch of your body, sliding underneath your loincloth.
âFuck-â you gasp softly. Your body arching into him.
You shiver under him, pressing into him, feeling his hard cock press against your thigh. He takes his time with you, teasing, licking, kissing, bitingânever gentle, but never hurting you either. Every touch sends shivers through you. Making it impossible for you to thibk straight.
ây/n, you feel so good. So wet for me,â his voice low and possessive. His hands pull at your top until thereâs nothing left. He lets out a short âwowâ at the sight of you and you flush at his praise.
âIm gonna make you feel so good baby.â He whispers in your ear..
You reach down to stroke himâ already hard, his tip glistening with precum.
As he finally enters you, itâs slow,passionate âhe moves with purpose, making sure every inch of him is felt.
His hands grip your hips tight, holding you down, controlling every motion. Your moans mix with his low groans, filling the space around you, making your world shrink down to just the two of you.
âPlease⊠donât stop, Aoânung,â you moan, your voice filled with need.
âI wonât,â he whispers, hand sliding up to cup your tits, thumb brushing over your nipple. âYouâre mine to touch, mine to fuck. Yes?â
âYes⊠yes aoânung !â you cry, head falling back as waves of pleasure run through your.
He leans down, lips brushing your ear. âSay it again. Tell me youâre mine, right here, right now baby.â
âIâm yours aoânung⊠all yours,â you moan, voice breaking.
âGood girl,â he groans, thrusting harder, holding you in place with one hand on your hip, the other tangled in your hair. â fuckâyoure so tight.â
Your moans grow louder, your entire body shaking under the intensity. âAoânung, fuckâyes!â
âYou love when I take you like this. Only me. Nobody else.â
âYes⊠only you,â you gasp, completely undone.
He thrusts harder, faster, every motion deliberate following his possessive murmurs. âThatâs right baby. Come for me.â
âAoânungâŠâ You continue pressing yourself against him as he slams into you. finishing with a loud moan, your nails deep in his shoulders.
âyes baby, such a good girl.â He says
Heâs still moving inside you, slow at first, then faster, harder, every thrust pushing you past your limits.
âShit⊠Iâm gonnaâfuck, y/n,â he groans, slowing slightly, gripping you tighter. His forehead sweaty against your temple.
âWhere⊠where do you want me to finish?â he asks, voice low but cautious, searching your eyes.
ââŠIn me,â you whisper, almost without thinking.
He freezes. His eyes widen with shock and disbelief. âWait⊠what?â
âIn me,â you repeat, voice steadier this time, but you donât elaborate.
He stares at you. âAre you⊠sure?â His thumb brushes your cheek lightly, almost tenderly.
You donât answer. You just nod slightly, eyes fixed on his, letting the silence do the work.
He bites his lip, heart racing, caught between desire and disbelief. then, almost instinctively, he makes the decision:
âFuck it,â he growls, tightening his grip on your hips. âYouâre mine anyway.â
his hips stutter , slowly moving, that does itâ spilling his seed all inside you. he shudders above you, pressing close, still holding you possessively against him.
âAre you okay?â He asks , burying his face in your neck.
ââŠYeah,â you whisper, catching your breath. âIâm okay.â
âGood,â he mutters. Breathing against your neck
âYouâre⊠exhausting,â he groans, kissing yoi lightly. âAnd perfect. So fucking perfect.â
You laugh weakly. âYouâre the exhausting one.
âSo⊠nobody else touches you like this, huh?â His tone is teasing, but the edge of jealousy is clear.
âMaybe,â you whisper, biting your lip.
ââŠMaybe?â he repeats, pulling back just enough to look at you
You shrug, trying to look unbothered. âYouâre not the only one who gets attention Aoânung.â
Thereâs an expression of jealousy in his face.
âDonât play with me,â he murmurs, voice low, but not angryâjust playful. âYou know I donât like that.â
You tilt your head, meeting his gaze. âUm. You donât get to act like you donât flirt with half the reef either.â
âYeah⊠but Iâm never this close with anyone else,â he mutters, brushing his nose along your cheek.
âYeah right.â You tease playfully
Thereâs tension thereâbut something softer underneath it too.
His forehead rests against yours.
âare you staying..or sneaking out?â You murmur eyes half lidded, and your voice laced withsleep.
ânot tonight,â he replies, pressing a kiss to your lips. âJust relaxâŠwe wonât get caught.â
Then, softerâalmost like it slips outâ
ââŠYou sleep better like this anyway.â
You donât respond to that.
Wrapped in each other, you drift to sleep, the night filled with warmth and tension, until everything returns to the way it always was.
morning arrives faster than you could have imagined by the time you woke, the sun was already high above the reef, spilling golden light across your marui.
Aoânung was still there, tangled up with you, warm and heavy against your side. For a brief, stolen moment, the world outside didnât exist.
Then reality hit.
âShit,â you muttered, sitting up abruptly. âWeâre going to be late.â
He groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. âFive more minutes,â he mumbled, his voice groggy.
âNo,â you snapped, though your voice was half amused. âWeâre already late. The Sullys are expecting us, and your father will not be happy if weâre not there on time. It will look suspicious if weâre both late.â
Aoânung finally sat up, a smirk appears on his face, looking at you with that possessive glint in his eyes. âYou look⊠good when youâre panicking,â he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You glared at him. âYouâstop smiling. We have work to do.â
He leaned closer, his voice low, teasing. âWe have time. Just⊠one more minute.â
âNo,â you said firmly, though part of you wanted to let him have it. âWeâre late. Move.â
With a dramatic groan, he lifted himself up, but not without planting one last kiss on your lips. âYouâre mine,â he reminded you, just to make sure.
You rolled your eyes but couldnât hide the blush creeping across your cheeks. âYeah, yeah,â you muttered, trying to ignore the way your heart still raced. As he quickly peppered kisses all over your face earning a laugh from you.
After a hurried, awkward attempt to get each other dressed and pull yourselves together, you both left the marui, glancing at each other with a mix of guilt and excitement.
You make sure to get there before aoânung to ease any suspicion.
And when you arrive you lead everyone to the waterâs edge to begin their very first lesson in learning way of the waterâyour home.
You start. âAlright! Today we will begin withââ
But before you could say another word, Loâak and Neteyam plunged into the water with loud whoops, splashing water and laughing
You canât help but laugh too and jump in after them, the cool water wrapping around your body. tuk and kiri quickly follow you, everyones laughter echoing across the surface.
You and Tsireya swim ahead, guiding them, pointing out small detailsâthe plants that glow beneath you, the creatures that dart between the reef. And from the way they watch, completely fascinated , you know theyâre already falling in love with it.
Aoânung and Rotxo appear slicing through the water, catching up faster than the others. You barely spare Aoânung a glanceâbut you canât miss the surprise on his face,
Rotxo leans closer to him, whispering something low. Aoânungâs expression tightens slightly.
Behind you all, the others struggled to keep up. Aoânung signs to you, Tsireya, and Rotxo: Theyâre too slow. Theyâre not good swimmers.
You shot him a look, signing back just as quickly: They are learning.
Tsireya nodded beside you, repeating the same.
Aoânung rolled his eyes but said nothing more.
Now swimming above the surface, Tuk shouts, âYou guys are too fast! We canât keep up!â
You giggle softly. âOkay, letâs begin with some breathing lessons.â
While Tsireya demonstrates the basics, you drift toward Neteyam.
âHaving fun?â you ask, nudging him lightly.
âSo much,â he replies, sarcasm slightly in his voice.
âYou have a way with them,â he adds quietly.
You blinked at him. âTheyâre great alreadyâitâs easy to teach them.â
âDo you have siblings too?,â he asked
The question made you pause.
âNoâŠ. I dontâ you admitted, letting yourself relax a little. âMy parents died when I was very young, so Iâve always just been close to Tsireyaâs familyâthey practically raised me.
His gaze softened slightly, warm and understanding and for a momentâŠyou felt comfortable.
âIm sorry so sorry to hear that. You must be very grateful to have amazing people around youâŠâ he says softly.
â yeah itâs hard sometimes but im managing. Itâs not always bad.â You add, forcing a small smile.
He smiles at that, thenâwithout thinkingâhis hand touches your shoulder.
You tense slightly at the contact, caught off guard, a faint flush creeping on yourb face
âIm here, you know,â he says softly. âIf you ever need someone to talk to. Or just⊠my company.â
You look at him, swallowing the sudden tightness in your chest.
âThank you,â you murmur, quickly forcing yourself to change the topic.
âAnd⊠You carry a lot of responsibility,â you said, nodding towards his siblings and the way he watched them.
He glances at them, then back at you. âI try.â
âIt shows,â you say simply.
For a moment, itâs quiet. Just the sound of water, the distant laughter of the others. Something calm. the mutual understanding settles between you two.
âSwim back to shore with me?â you ask, voice softer now, like you donât want to ruin whatever this is.
He nods.
And just like that, you both moveâswimming through the water side by side.
but when you reach the shore, there is no more laughterâ the others have already wandered off. leaving just you, NeteyamâŠ
âŠand Aoânung.
Aoânung stands a few feet away, his arms crossed, shoulders relaxed, his eyes immediately find Neteyamâs before yours.
âNot bad for some tree swingers.â Aoânung remarks, eyeing neteyam up and down.
Neteyams face flickers with confusion. Almost saying something before you
âTheyâre learning,â you said frustration creeping in
âare you just here to be annoying?â
Aoânung walks closer
âYou like when Iâm annoying.â
âNo, I donât.â
âMm,â he hums, eyes dragging over youâslow, deliberate, lingering just a second too long. âCouldâve sworn you did.â
You ignore that, jaw tightening slightly. âIf youâre not helping, then donât say anything.â
âI am helping,â he shoots back. âIâm telling you theyâre weak swimmers.â
âAnd i said theyâre learning,â you repeat, sharper this time.
His eyes move past youâto Neteyam standing just behind your shoulder.
âYou seem⊠patient with them,â he says slowly, tone changing just enough for you to notice.
You narrow your eyes. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
He shrugs, trying to be casual. âNothing. Just didnât think you had that in you.â
You scoff. âMaybe I just donât have patience for you.â
He laughs. âYeah?â he murmurs, stepping just a little closer only a whisper you can hear. âDidnât seem like that last night⊠when you let me take my time with you.â
Your face heats instantly. âOkay! Can you shut up?â you yell, cutting him off before Neteyam can hear.
Then his eyes moveâagainâto Neteyam.
And thatâs when youâve had enough.aoânung is too close, pressing too much with his words. You need to get away.
You turn away, walking back toward Neteyam.
Behind you, Aoânungâs voice follows, lowerâmeant only for you:
âDonât let me catch him getting too comfortable.â
Before you completely walk away,
âOr what?â you toss back
ââŠYou know exactly what.â
You roll your eyes.
By the time youâre close enough to Neteyam to feel normal again,
âUnbelievableâ I canât anymore. Heâs so annoying,â you muttered under your breath, annoyed and embarrassed.
Neteyam didnât respond right away.
When you glanced at him, he was already looking at you.
âYou two donât seem very fond of each other,â he said laughing lightly.
You huff lightly. âWhat gave it away?â
A faint hint of amusement crossed his face,
âI can tell you tease each other,â he continued, âbut⊠not in a friendly way.â A small pause. âMore like you actually donât like each other.â
Your heart stopped for just a second.
You look away embarrassed ,âSomething like that.â
It wasnât really an answer.
But it was enough. For now
Neteyam didnât push any furtherâthough the curiosity in his eyes didnât fade. âI see.â
You offered a small nod, turning back to ocean. The waves lapped gently at your feet.
And you could feel it.
Neteyamâs gaze lingering on you.
Like he knew there was more.
And he was going to find outâeventually.
Caught in between
Pairing: Aoânung x Metkayina! Reader x Neteyam
Word count: 4.9k
Synopsis: caught between someone you canât let go of⊠and someone who you never expected. One still holds a piece of your heart. The other makes you feel something new. And you? Youâre about to realize just how complicated love can get.
Contents: explicit smut, p in v, love triangle, jealousy, displays of dominance, mild angst , toxic relationship, fluff, slow burn, cussing, arguments, teasing
Note: hi my babiesss!! Im back with another storyyy! This took me almost a week to figure out omlll but i finally got it together! This will have 2 parts and i will post part 2 in just a few dayssss!! Also im sooo sorry if its a bit long or messy in some parts :( Anywayyyy i hope you guys enjoy thisss chaoticc little love story lol đ©”
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The day the outsiders arrived, you werenât very curious.
You had heard people talking about it in passing, whispers carrying between the clanâbut you figured youâd find out eventually. It wasnât important.
At least⊠not to you.
Until Tsireya found you.
âLetâs go see the visitors!â She excitedly tells you.
You donât even look up at first.
ây/n,â she tries again. âPlease come with me. I really want to meet new people.â
Then she pauses.
âThis totally isnât because one of them is super hot.âshe giggles immediately after, like she canât even take herself seriously.
Thatâs what makes you glance up.
You give her a look.
The kind that says you donât believe her for a second.
ââŠRight.â
You go back to gathering the last herbs in your hand âTsireya, they are outsiders im sure they wont even be here long.â You sighed, brushing dirt from your fingers.
âAnd I need to finish collecting these for your mother. Iâm not interested in seeing this âhotâ guy youâre suddenly obsessed with right now.â
She crouches next to you, her bright blue eyes widened, full of mischief. She grabs your hand⊠âJust for a moment,â she pleaded, voice softening but teasing all at once. âCute guy⊠also has a cute brother~
You look at herâreally look at her. You exhale from your nose dramatically âfine. A few minutes. Then Iâm leaving.â
Tsireya squealed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away before you could change your mind.
When you start approaching the crowd your chest tightensâ
why am i nervous.
Your steps slow just slightly, like your body is trying to figure something out before you do.
Voices carry across the shore. Laughter, overlapping conversations mixed with the rhythm of the waves. Everything should feel normal
You notice her and the younger forest boy greet each other with a shy smile. Watching him visibly get nervous.
She leaned close, whispering urgently, âHis brother is right there.â
And then ⊠you saw him.
Tall. broad. From the forest in every way your home wasnât.
His presence alone felt different. He was grounded. Confident. The sunlight caught his eyes just right âgreen mixing with goldâand you felt it, the unmistakable pullâŠ
His eyes found yours almost instantly.
you didnât look away.
And neither did he.
Tsireya nudged your side. âSee? Told you. Cute and mysterious.â She giggled, practically jumping from excitement.
For a moment everything stilled.
Thenâ
âCareful.â
The voice came from behind you, laced with amusement. Annoyingly familiar.
Aoânung.
The one who made you do all the wrong things. The one youâd sneak around with even after you two broke up. The one who was just bending you over, fucking you last week.
Your relationship with Aoânung hadânt always been⊠complicated. Youâd dated a year agoâreal, intense, easy, âbefore it turned toxic and ended. At least tahts what you told yourselvesâŠ
Because just two months ago,somehow, you found your way back to each other. Not officially. Not like before.
But sneaking around, kissing, touching in ways no one else could. The jealousy lingered, the arguments continuedâbut somehow, you still craved his presence.
He stood just behind your shoulder, arms crossed, expression unreadable except for that slight smirk to his lips that drove you crazy.
âDidnât think you cared this much about visitors,â he added.
âI donât,â you replied quickly, turning back toward the group. Too quickly.
âMm right.â He said, his gaze toward the forest boy for a second before landing back on you. âCouldâve fooled me.â
Your jaw tightened slightly. âDonât you have something better to do?â
âNot really.â He replied
Of course not.
Before you could say anything elseâ
âTsireya,â he called. âFather is asking for you.â
Then, after a brief pause, his eyes going back to you.
âAnd you.â
â
The three of you start making your through the crowd to the center where Tonowari stands talking to Jake sully and his wife Neytiri.
You didnât miss the way Ronal lingered nearby, her expression tight with disapproval. Still, she said nothing but her gaze said enough.
âJake sully and his family will be staying with us. We must teach them our ways.â
Tonowari gestures for the three of you to stand next to him
âMy son aoânung, my daughter tsireya will show your children what to do. And this is y/n , not my daughter but she will also assist them.â He gives you a reassuring look.
Aoânungânow visibly annoyed is quick to respond
âfather, why doââ
âIt is decided.â Tonowari sharply says to him.
Once it was settled , everyone begins going back to what theyâve been doing. While Tsireya eagerly starts walking the Sullyâs around the village.
Before they leave the forest boyâthe taller one gives you one last glance.
Your breath caught before he was gone.
You didnât realize you were still watching him walk away untilâ
âSeriously?â A quiet scoff leaving aoânungs mouth.
You turn around.
Aoânung stands there, one brow raised, looking down at you.
âWhat?â You snap.
âNothing, just⊠youâre staring.â He said almost questioning .
You rolled your eyes immediately, turning away from him. âI wasnât staring.â
âRight.â he muttered, unconvinced.
You turn towards him, this time miredaring âare you jealous?â
He scoffs. âJealous of that forest freak? Definitely not. I know whatâs mine.â
Before you could bite back, Tonowariâs voice cut in.
âYou two.â
You both straightened slightly, attention immediately back to him.
âThere is more to discuss. Follow me.â
Aoânung stepped foward without another word, you follwed behind.
Your mind still lingers. And not just the arrival of the outsiders but of him. On the quiet steadiness in his gazeâŠ
â
Later that night, the cool breeze hums through the air, brushing against your skin, as you sit beside Tsireyaâtoo caught up in your thoughts to fully pay attention while she eagerly tells you the names of the children, her attention mostly dwelling on Loâak .
âSo thereâs Tuk, Loâak~, Kiri, and then the oldest⊠Neteyam,â she said.
Neteyam.
The name lingered in your mind longer than it should have. You didnât know why it caught you off guardâor maybe you did.
âThe whole family is very sweet, and Loâak is such a teaseâhello? y/n, are you even listening to me?â
âYeah, sorry. Just tired,â you said.
She tilted her head, her expression chnged to a teasing way that made you laugh. âMm-hmm. tired, huh? Or just still thinking about my brother?â
you stiffened. ââŠExcuse me?â
âOh, come on,â she said, nudging you lightly. âI know youâre not over each other. Everyone knowsâ
Your cheeks heat up âIâm notââ
ââstill hung up?â she cut in before you could finish. âYeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that. But honestly, y/n, you need to stop acting like heâs the only boy in the reef for you. Maybe you should pay a little attention to Neteyamâhe seems better for you.â
You swallowed, your heart stuttering.
Tsireya had no idea. Not a clue that you and Aoânung were still sneaking around. It made her teasing harder to handle.
You rolled your eyes, letting out a defeated sigh. âFine. Fine. Iâll think about it.â
âGood!â she said, clapping happily.
â tomorrow, we teach the Sullys. Donât get distracted by the new heartthrobsâor your ex boyfriend.â
you let out a quiet sigh, shaking your head at yourself. Definitely.
â
The moment you head to your marui, everything feels quieter. You can only hear the distant waves crashing against the shore.
As you walk along further, you spot Aoânung outside, talking to a girlâtheyâre close, too close. Their bodies are close together, voices low. Itâs something that made your stomach hurt. Making your whole world tilt.
And before either of them can notice you, you turnâquicklyâand head in the opposite direction.
Your steps carry you farther than you meant to go, until the soft sand gives way to the shoreline. The water laps gently at the edge, glowing faintly as you lower yourself to sit on the rocks.
For a while, you stare at the ocean stretching endlessly in front of you.
Breathe. Relax y/n, you tell yourself
But your mind refuses to stay quiet.
Memories begin to surfaceâuninvited. The way things used to be with Aoânung before the sneaking around. The familiarity. The almosts. The things that were never fully said but always felt between you two.
Your eyes water slightly.
You push it away.
Not tonight.
â
By the time you returned to your marui, exhaustion had finally started to settle in.
You laid down, letting the quiet wrap around you.
Hoping sleep would come quickly, that your mind would finally stop.
And you had a few moments of peace. And thenâŠ
He showed up outside your marui like he always didâquiet taps against the entrance, waiting because he knew youâd let him in.
You always did.
âWhat do you want?â you whispered, pulling him inside quickly.
âYou,â he said simply.
You rolled your eyes. âYouâre so annoying.â
âMm,â he hummed, stepping closer. âAnd you still let me in.â He pulls you into a kissâslow, making you melt into him. Your nails lightly scratch his back as he presses against you
âYou shouldnât be here,â you murmured between kisses, though neither of you moved apart. âWeâre going to get caught.â
He hums against your mouth âi donât care.â
You slowly pull awayâŠ
He frowns and his eyes soften. âHey⊠whatâs wrong?
âAoânungâŠâ you hesitate
âI saw you with that girl earlierâŠâ you say quietly.
âSheâs just a friend. he says immediately, eyes locking on yours. â i swearâIâve never done anything with her.â
you look away, annoyed and flustered , trying to keep your composure.
âWhat?â he said, gripping your chin gently, eyes searching yours. âYou want me to stop coming? Want me all to yourself?â
the question hit harder than it should have.
ââŠNo,â you admitted quietly.
he leaned in again, this time letting his lips trace against your jawline, his teeth grazing your skin. âThen donât push me away.â
before you can respond, his hands grab your waist, flipping you beneath him. He pins you down, lips trailing from your jawline, to your collarbone , to your chest. His hands roam every inch of your body, sliding underneath your loincloth.
âFuck-â you gasp softly. Your body arching into him.
You shiver under him, pressing into him, feeling his hard cock press against your thigh. He takes his time with you, teasing, licking, kissing, bitingânever gentle, but never hurting you either. Every touch sends shivers through you. Making it impossible for you to thibk straight.
ây/n, you feel so good. So wet for me,â his voice low and possessive. His hands pull at your top until thereâs nothing left. He lets out a short âwowâ at the sight of you and you flush at his praise.
âIm gonna make you feel so good baby.â He whispers in your ear..
You reach down to stroke himâ already hard, his tip glistening with precum.
As he finally enters you, itâs slow,passionate âhe moves with purpose, making sure every inch of him is felt.
His hands grip your hips tight, holding you down, controlling every motion. Your moans mix with his low groans, filling the space around you, making your world shrink down to just the two of you.
âPlease⊠donât stop, Aoânung,â you moan, your voice filled with need.
âI wonât,â he whispers, hand sliding up to cup your tits, thumb brushing over your nipple. âYouâre mine to touch, mine to fuck. Yes?â
âYes⊠yes aoânung !â you cry, head falling back as waves of pleasure run through your.
He leans down, lips brushing your ear. âSay it again. Tell me youâre mine, right here, right now baby.â
âIâm yours aoânung⊠all yours,â you moan, voice breaking.
âGood girl,â he groans, thrusting harder, holding you in place with one hand on your hip, the other tangled in your hair. â fuckâyoure so tight.â
Your moans grow louder, your entire body shaking under the intensity. âAoânung, fuckâyes!â
âYou love when I take you like this. Only me. Nobody else.â
âYes⊠only you,â you gasp, completely undone.
He thrusts harder, faster, every motion deliberate following his possessive murmurs. âThatâs right baby. Come for me.â
âAoânungâŠâ You continue pressing yourself against him as he slams into you. finishing with a loud moan, your nails deep in his shoulders.
âyes baby, such a good girl.â He says
Heâs still moving inside you, slow at first, then faster, harder, every thrust pushing you past your limits.
âShit⊠Iâm gonnaâfuck, y/n,â he groans, slowing slightly, gripping you tighter. His forehead sweaty against your temple.
âWhere⊠where do you want me to finish?â he asks, voice low but cautious, searching your eyes.
ââŠIn me,â you whisper, almost without thinking.
He freezes. His eyes widen with shock and disbelief. âWait⊠what?â
âIn me,â you repeat, voice steadier this time, but you donât elaborate.
He stares at you. âAre you⊠sure?â His thumb brushes your cheek lightly, almost tenderly.
You donât answer. You just nod slightly, eyes fixed on his, letting the silence do the work.
He bites his lip, heart racing, caught between desire and disbelief. then, almost instinctively, he makes the decision:
âFuck it,â he growls, tightening his grip on your hips. âYouâre mine anyway.â
his hips stutter , slowly moving, that does itâ spilling his seed all inside you. he shudders above you, pressing close, still holding you possessively against him.
âAre you okay?â He asks , burying his face in your neck.
ââŠYeah,â you whisper, catching your breath. âIâm okay.â
âGood,â he mutters. Breathing against your neck
âYouâre⊠exhausting,â he groans, kissing yoi lightly. âAnd perfect. So fucking perfect.â
You laugh weakly. âYouâre the exhausting one.
âSo⊠nobody else touches you like this, huh?â His tone is teasing, but the edge of jealousy is clear.
âMaybe,â you whisper, biting your lip.
ââŠMaybe?â he repeats, pulling back just enough to look at you
You shrug, trying to look unbothered. âYouâre not the only one who gets attention Aoânung.â
Thereâs an expression of jealousy in his face.
âDonât play with me,â he murmurs, voice low, but not angryâjust playful. âYou know I donât like that.â
You tilt your head, meeting his gaze. âUm. You donât get to act like you donât flirt with half the reef either.â
âYeah⊠but Iâm never this close with anyone else,â he mutters, brushing his nose along your cheek.
âYeah right.â You tease playfully
Thereâs tension thereâbut something softer underneath it too.
His forehead rests against yours.
âare you staying..or sneaking out?â You murmur eyes half lidded, and your voice laced withsleep.
ânot tonight,â he replies, pressing a kiss to your lips. âJust relaxâŠwe wonât get caught.â
Then, softerâalmost like it slips outâ
ââŠYou sleep better like this anyway.â
You donât respond to that.
Wrapped in each other, you drift to sleep, the night filled with warmth and tension, until everything returns to the way it always was.
morning arrives faster than you could have imagined by the time you woke, the sun was already high above the reef, spilling golden light across your marui.
Aoânung was still there, tangled up with you, warm and heavy against your side. For a brief, stolen moment, the world outside didnât exist.
Then reality hit.
âShit,â you muttered, sitting up abruptly. âWeâre going to be late.â
He groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. âFive more minutes,â he mumbled, his voice groggy.
âNo,â you snapped, though your voice was half amused. âWeâre already late. The Sullys are expecting us, and your father will not be happy if weâre not there on time. It will look suspicious if weâre both late.â
Aoânung finally sat up, a smirk appears on his face, looking at you with that possessive glint in his eyes. âYou look⊠good when youâre panicking,â he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You glared at him. âYouâstop smiling. We have work to do.â
He leaned closer, his voice low, teasing. âWe have time. Just⊠one more minute.â
âNo,â you said firmly, though part of you wanted to let him have it. âWeâre late. Move.â
With a dramatic groan, he lifted himself up, but not without planting one last kiss on your lips. âYouâre mine,â he reminded you, just to make sure.
You rolled your eyes but couldnât hide the blush creeping across your cheeks. âYeah, yeah,â you muttered, trying to ignore the way your heart still raced. As he quickly peppered kisses all over your face earning a laugh from you.
After a hurried, awkward attempt to get each other dressed and pull yourselves together, you both left the marui, glancing at each other with a mix of guilt and excitement.
You make sure to get there before aoânung to ease any suspicion.
And when you arrive you lead everyone to the waterâs edge to begin their very first lesson in learning way of the waterâyour home.
You start. âAlright! Today we will begin withââ
But before you could say another word, Loâak and Neteyam plunged into the water with loud whoops, splashing water and laughing
You canât help but laugh too and jump in after them, the cool water wrapping around your body. tuk and kiri quickly follow you, everyones laughter echoing across the surface.
You and Tsireya swim ahead, guiding them, pointing out small detailsâthe plants that glow beneath you, the creatures that dart between the reef. And from the way they watch, completely fascinated , you know theyâre already falling in love with it.
Aoânung and Rotxo appear slicing through the water, catching up faster than the others. You barely spare Aoânung a glanceâbut you canât miss the surprise on his face,
Rotxo leans closer to him, whispering something low. Aoânungâs expression tightens slightly.
Behind you all, the others struggled to keep up. Aoânung signs to you, Tsireya, and Rotxo: Theyâre too slow. Theyâre not good swimmers.
You shot him a look, signing back just as quickly: They are learning.
Tsireya nodded beside you, repeating the same.
Aoânung rolled his eyes but said nothing more.
Now swimming above the surface, Tuk shouts, âYou guys are too fast! We canât keep up!â
You giggle softly. âOkay, letâs begin with some breathing lessons.â
While Tsireya demonstrates the basics, you drift toward Neteyam.
âHaving fun?â you ask, nudging him lightly.
âSo much,â he replies, sarcasm slightly in his voice.
âYou have a way with them,â he adds quietly.
You blinked at him. âTheyâre great alreadyâitâs easy to teach them.â
âDo you have siblings too?,â he asked
The question made you pause.
âNoâŠ. I dontâ you admitted, letting yourself relax a little. âMy parents died when I was very young, so Iâve always just been close to Tsireyaâs familyâthey practically raised me.
His gaze softened slightly, warm and understanding and for a momentâŠyou felt comfortable.
âIm sorry so sorry to hear that. You must be very grateful to have amazing people around youâŠâ he says softly.
â yeah itâs hard sometimes but im managing. Itâs not always bad.â You add, forcing a small smile.
He smiles at that, thenâwithout thinkingâhis hand touches your shoulder.
You tense slightly at the contact, caught off guard, a faint flush creeping on yourb face
âIm here, you know,â he says softly. âIf you ever need someone to talk to. Or just⊠my company.â
You look at him, swallowing the sudden tightness in your chest.
âThank you,â you murmur, quickly forcing yourself to change the topic.
âAnd⊠You carry a lot of responsibility,â you said, nodding towards his siblings and the way he watched them.
He glances at them, then back at you. âI try.â
âIt shows,â you say simply.
For a moment, itâs quiet. Just the sound of water, the distant laughter of the others. Something calm. the mutual understanding settles between you two.
âSwim back to shore with me?â you ask, voice softer now, like you donât want to ruin whatever this is.
He nods.
And just like that, you both moveâswimming through the water side by side.
but when you reach the shore, there is no more laughterâ the others have already wandered off. leaving just you, NeteyamâŠ
âŠand Aoânung.
Aoânung stands a few feet away, his arms crossed, shoulders relaxed, his eyes immediately find Neteyamâs before yours.
âNot bad for some tree swingers.â Aoânung remarks, eyeing neteyam up and down.
Neteyams face flickers with confusion. Almost saying something before you
âTheyâre learning,â you said frustration creeping in
âare you just here to be annoying?â
Aoânung walks closer
âYou like when Iâm annoying.â
âNo, I donât.â
âMm,â he hums, eyes dragging over youâslow, deliberate, lingering just a second too long. âCouldâve sworn you did.â
You ignore that, jaw tightening slightly. âIf youâre not helping, then donât say anything.â
âI am helping,â he shoots back. âIâm telling you theyâre weak swimmers.â
âAnd i said theyâre learning,â you repeat, sharper this time.
His eyes move past youâto Neteyam standing just behind your shoulder.
âYou seem⊠patient with them,â he says slowly, tone changing just enough for you to notice.
You narrow your eyes. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
He shrugs, trying to be casual. âNothing. Just didnât think you had that in you.â
You scoff. âMaybe I just donât have patience for you.â
He laughs. âYeah?â he murmurs, stepping just a little closer only a whisper you can hear. âDidnât seem like that last night⊠when you let me take my time with you.â
Your face heats instantly. âOkay! Can you shut up?â you yell, cutting him off before Neteyam can hear.
Then his eyes moveâagainâto Neteyam.
And thatâs when youâve had enough.aoânung is too close, pressing too much with his words. You need to get away.
You turn away, walking back toward Neteyam.
Behind you, Aoânungâs voice follows, lowerâmeant only for you:
âDonât let me catch him getting too comfortable.â
Before you completely walk away,
âOr what?â you toss back
ââŠYou know exactly what.â
You roll your eyes.
By the time youâre close enough to Neteyam to feel normal again,
âUnbelievableâ I canât anymore. Heâs so annoying,â you muttered under your breath, annoyed and embarrassed.
Neteyam didnât respond right away.
When you glanced at him, he was already looking at you.
âYou two donât seem very fond of each other,â he said laughing lightly.
You huff lightly. âWhat gave it away?â
A faint hint of amusement crossed his face,
âI can tell you tease each other,â he continued, âbut⊠not in a friendly way.â A small pause. âMore like you actually donât like each other.â
Your heart stopped for just a second.
You look away embarrassed ,âSomething like that.â
It wasnât really an answer.
But it was enough. For now
Neteyam didnât push any furtherâthough the curiosity in his eyes didnât fade. âI see.â
You offered a small nod, turning back to ocean. The waves lapped gently at your feet.
And you could feel it.
Neteyamâs gaze lingering on you.
Like he knew there was more.
And he was going to find outâeventually.
Go away
'why are you like this tonight'
'baby, i don't wanna fight'
!aged up! aonung x fem metkayina reader
cw: !intentional lower case! !use of y/n! !cussing! !mentions of break up! !mentions of cheating/micro-cheating! !suggestive!
a week. it had already been a week since you had last spoken to aonung. the last conversation ended in shouting and tears. and the tears didn't just come from you.
the backstory of this incident, all occurred at the festival. when aonung had a bit too much to drink and couldn't contain himself, and found himself dancing with kanari, another woman, who was most definitely not you.
and when you caught that interaction, it didn't end in a good way whatsoever.
-- that festival night --
you grabbed aonungs arm and shoved him off of kanari. "what the fuck aonung?!"
you watched the expression on his face go from tranquil to uncomfortable and apprehensive.
he grabbed your hand. "i- y/n wait- i don't even-" he rambled.
you snatched your hand back. "oh okay, yeah no, shut the fuck up aonung," you put your hand in his face, looking away from him. "i can't even look at you."
he made an attempt to grab your hand again. "paskalin- please- you aren't even letting me-"
you slapped his hand off of yours and shoved him again. "don't fucking talk to me." you turned on your heal and began to walk off.
he went after you and grabbed your waist. "yawne, please- i didn't even think i was dancing with her- or anyone-"
you ripped his hand off of your waist and turned back around to look him in the eye. "you didn't think you were dancing with anyone? what's your problem- why do you keep lying aonung. why the fuck do you keep lying."
he gave you a sincere look and gripped your waist once more. "y/n, please. it was a mistake. i- if- if i could go back i wouldn't make that same mistake again." he tried explaining to you.
you shoved him off of yourself and looked up at him. "yeah. you won't make that mistake again because we are done. i don't want to speak to you anymore. leave me alone." you turned around again and began to walk off once again.
aonung blinked rapidly, forcing his tears back as he went after you for the second time. "y/n- ma woman. please- you can't leave me." he yelped as he blocked you from going anywhere. "you can't- you cannot just leave everything that we have built. i won't let you." he explained, finally letting his tears fall, losing his fight with keeping his composure.
you looked up at aonung. "you destroyed all of that the second you made your way to her," you kept eye contact with aonung as your eyes glistened, and the face you were staring at soon became a blur, giving a sharp exhale in an attempt to keep a balanced mind. "you-" you sighed. "i hate you, aonung," a tear fell from your big eyes. "i'm leaving." a sniffle left your nose as you turned around to leave the scene once more.
aonungs tears became a rapid tsunami, and he couldn't find the energy to go and chase after you. he was paralyzed in the moment, and couldn't find any words to say to you. he opened his mouth. "y-y/n." he choked out.
you didn't stop. you didn't turn around. you didn't acknowledge him. you kept walking.
-- now --
since last week's festival, there had been no communication between you and aonung. no shared looks, no smiles, no touching, there was nothing. life had been boring and empty. without aonung, a piece of you had been missing. a part of your routine was missing. you had always been okay with being alone, but you were so used to aonung. everything had felt so dull.
of course, aonung hadn't been taking anything lightly either. he didn't see any reason in getting up from out of his hammock each morning. he didn't see a point in training to be the future olo'eyktan. he didn't see a point in eating. he didn't see a point in anything knowing that you weren't going to be there, waiting for him. but aonung couldn't just put his life on hold just because he made a stupid mistake. his parents were well respected. the olo'eyktan and the tsahĂk. he couldn't dishonor them. he had to keep working. he couldn't be known as the man who made a terrible mistake and was now paying the consequences by being miserable and heavy hearted.
so he kept his guard up. he was angry all of the time, and he didn't speak to anyone. he didn't speak to rotxo, or neteyam, or lo'ak, or koro, or tsireya, or kiri. and as of lately it was rare if he spoke to his dad outside of his training, or to his mom if it wasn't talking about how that training went. aonung went cold and quiet.
as for you, it was just about the same. you yearned for your days to be full of nothing but silence. you already hardly spoke to people, but this gave you a reason to stop completely. this gave you s reason to build your walls even higher than they had been before aonung.
you would see him occasionally. it wasn't a small village, but it certainly wasn't a very large one either. at times you could feel aonungs teal eyes piercing through your backside. or the times when you would pass by him and you could feel the sadness radiating off of him. sure you were sad, but you didn't feel bad for him whatsoever. he made the mistake, not you. he danced with someone else, not you. he threw the relationship away, not you.
at the moment, you were taking a walk down by the beach. it was late at night. the most peaceful part of everyday was when the whole village was asleep. it was the only part of the day in which you could have a moment to yourself, ignore everybody and everything, and have your alone time. this had become a nightly thing. sure, you lost sleep, but to you, it was worth it. it was worth the sleepless nights because it was the only time of day where your mind wasn't flooded with thoughts of aonung. where you didn't have to worry about whether you were going to bump into him or not, whether someone was going to ask you if you were okay or not, etc. it was the only time you never had to worry about anyone else.
a voice shattered the comfortable silence that you were drowning yourself in. "y/n." you knew that voice.
you exhaled slowly and ignored the voice, continuing with your walk. you felt a hand clamp your arm. but you didn't resist. nor did you snatch your arm back. you turned your head in defeat, to face aonung.
he looked at you and straightened his posture. "you can't keep running from me. please, y/n. i just want to talk."
you forced your gaze away from him. "there's nothing to talk about."
his gaze softened when looking at you. "i can't not talk to you, yawne. i'm in pain everyday. my heart aches not being able to feel your presence in mine. i miss you."
you sighed and stayed silent. you didn't know what to believe anymore. he wasn't the victim, and he knew this. you were sick of him making an attempt to make you feel bad, but it would be a lie if you said you didn't miss him. because you did. you missed having someone to hold you. you missed having someone to talk to everyday. you missed him. and you hated yourself for it.
he waited for a response, but you weren't capable of giving him one. his grip on your arm softened, and he reached down to grab the both of your hands. "y/n. you cannot keep ignoring me. i won't allow it."
you didn't look at him. your gaze was glued to the sand beneath your feet while you avoided looking into his eyes.
"answer me y/n. please." he shook your hands.
you finally looked up at aonung. "i don't know what you want me to say."
"something- anything. i just want to hear your voice again. i love you, y/n. there hasn't been a moment where i stopped and i just want us back. i want you back. i want why we had before. i know i made a mistake but- please," he took a deep breath. "if only you knew the things i would do to get you back. i would do anything for you, y/n. ma woman, please."
you stared into his eyes for a second, and the next second your arms were wrapped around him. he didn't take advantage of this moment. his large arms wrapped tightly around your figure and he held you for a small eternity and didn't let go until you initiated that you wanted to speak.
"aonung," he let go of you and stared into your eyes. "i forgive you."
he let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "y/n, i want you to understand i never meant to mess up the way i did. i would swim thousands of miles if it meant i could go back in time and stop myself from hurting you."
you nodded. and stared into his eyes.
you both stared at each other for what felt like a slow century.
but before you knew it, aonung's lips gravitated towards yours like a magnet, and he was kissing you slowly and passionately.
you melted into his touch and it was as if you two were molding into eachother. two puzzle pieces who fit right into each other.
the kiss went from sweet and passionate, to rough and lustful. you two ended up on the sand within seconds without breaking up the kiss, and aonung was on top of you.
he broke the kiss, a string of saliva being the only thing still connecting your lips in a way. "open your legs."
----
should i make a part two or just die ..?
Thinking about neteyam, everyone act surprised
Always loved
Pairing: neteyam x Omatikaya reader
Word count: 2,300+
Contents: mentions of blood, miscarriage, sensitive themes, hurt, mourning, arguments, crying, trauma, angst, comfort
Note: heyyy i am back :3 i decided i wanted to write more angst stories sooo here is my attempt at itâ this theme was inspired by an aoânung fic i read a few weeks ago! I hope you guys enjoy it just as much as i enjoyed writing it!
ââ. ê© Ëââ.àłàż*:
The forest felt different. Everything felt brighter to you.
You watched the sunlight filter through the leaves casting golden patterns across the ground as you rubbed your abdomen softly.
It had been 7 days since you told Neteyam.
You remembered it perfectly.
You had been nervous when you told him. Your hands had twisted together as the words left your mouth, unsure how he would react.
âA child?â he finally asked quietly.
You nodded.
And then he smiled.
It was not the confident smile he usually wore. This one was softer. Almost disbelieving.
âAre you certain?â he asked, voice gentle.
âYes.â
You had barely finished the word before he pulled you into his arms.
He held you tightly, pressing his forehead against yours as he laughed softly under his breath. Both of you were excited for this new blessing.
The week that followed felt almost dreamlike.
Neteyam became extremely attentive.
If you tried to lift anything heavier than a small basket, he would immediately take it from you.
âNeteyam,â you protested once as he snatched a bundle of woven cloth from your arms, âI am still capable of carrying things.â
âYou are carrying something far more important,â he replied without hesitation.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât stop smiling.
At night, when the clan had grown quiet, the two of you would lie together in the marui and whisper about the future.
Sometimes Neteyam rested his hand over your stomach, his expressions thoughtful.
âOur child will be stubborn,â he said one night.
âLike you?â you teased.
He scoffed softly.
âNo. Like you.â
You laughed gently. Grateful for him.
Other times he spoke about teaching them hiw to ride an ikran or catching fish like his father taught him.
You would just play with his braids as he kissed and talked to your belly. Feeling all his love for your child.
âI keep thinking about how lucky I am.â He whispers
Your chest warmed at the words.
He pulls out a small wooden bead, carefully carved and smoothed.
âFor the baby,â he said excitedly.
Your breath caught.
âYou already made something?â
You reached out, tracing the delicate carvings along the bead.
It was beautiful.
Neteyam shifted himself .
â do you like it? We could add it to their songââ
You wrapped your arms around him before he could finish.
âI love it.â
Neteyam getting closer to you, pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before resting his head beside yours.
âEywa has blessed us,â he murmured.
You both believed it.
The weeks passed in quiet happiness, full of soft laughter, whispered dreams, and the feeling of anticipation for parenthood.
Then everything changed.
The pain woke you before the sun did.
At first it was only a dull ache in your stomach. You stirred slightly on the mat, thinking perhaps you had slept wrong. The cold morning light dimmed through your marui, the sounds that once felt comforting now felt empty
But then the pain sharpened.
Your breath caught as another wave rolled through you, stronger this time.
You pushed yourself upright, pressing a trembling hand to your abdomen.
Something wasnât right.
For a moment, you considered waking Neteyam.
But you hesitated.
He had returned late from patrol, exhausted, collapsing beside you without even removing the beads from his braids. His arm still rested loosely across the mat where you had been lying.
But then another wave of pain hit.
A gasp slipped from your lips.
Your fingers tightened against your stomach as fear began to creep in.
âNoâŠ,â you whispered under your breath.
Neteyam stirred immediately.
His eyes blinked open as he noticed the way you were positioned .
âBaby? What is wrong?â
You tried to answer, but your gaze had dropped to the mat.
There was blood. That was all you saw.
Neteyam followed your line of sight.
The color drained from his face.
Your name left his mouth in a breathless whisper.
He was on his feet instantly, lifting you into his arms.
âHeyâhey, look at me.â
His hands gently cupped your face, panic already rising in his voice.
âWhat happened? Are you hurt?â He urged, his voice with panic.
âI⊠I do not know,â you whispered weakly.
Another wave of pain tore through you. This time you a cry escaped your lips.
Neteyamâs eyes darted back to the blood staining the woven mat.
For a moment, he froze.
âNo,â he breathed.
His heart sank.
âI am sorry,â you whispered. Tears filling your eyes. You let it all go.
His head snapped toward you.
âDo not say that!â
But the fear in his voice said everything.
Without another word, he quickly carried you from the marui toward the healers.
You clung weakly to him, burying your face into his shoulder as the truth slowly began to settle between you both.
It had now been three days.
Three days of silence and distance.
All that existed was the pounding of your heart and the strange, depressing quiet that had replaced the joy of the last week.
Neteyam sat outside the marui, alone. Sharpening a blade.
You watched him from inside.
You both had barely spoken since the healer confirmed what you both already knew.
The baby was gone.
You could no longer stand the distance, the silence, you fwlt like he was avoiding you.
âNeteyam.â
He didnât look up immediately.
The blade scraped against the stone again.
And again.
âNeteyam,â you said more firmly.
Finally he lifted his gaze.
âWhat is it?â
The distance in his voice made your stomach twist.
You crossed your arms.
âWhy wonât you talk to me?â
His brows pulled together slightly.
âI am talking to you.â
âNo,â you said quietly. âYou are not.â
The tension between you thickened.
Neteyam looked away again, jaw tightening.
âSeriously? Right now? I do not know what you want me to say y/n.â
Your frustration finally took over.
âAnything!â you snapped. âYou act as if nothing happened!â
The words hung in the air.
Neteyamâs head snapped back toward you.
His eyes darkened.
âYou think that is easy for me?â he said, his voice rising for the first time.
Your hand rested on your chest as tears filled your eyes.
âThen why do you keep pushing me away? You wont even look at me!â
Neteyam suddenly stood.
The blade clattered onto the ground as he ran a frustrated hand through his braids.
âIm not pushing you awayâevery time I look at you,â he said hoarsely, âI remember what I lost. What we were supposed to have.â
The words hit you like a slap.
Your voice trembled.
âSo you blame me for this?â
Neteyam froze.
âWhat?â
âYou think this is my fault.â
âI never said that.â
âYou did not have to!â you cried.
The hurt in your voice cut deeper than any blade.
Neteyamâs anger faltered immediately.
âI would never blame you,â he said.
Silence fell again.
For the first time since it happened, Neteyamâs composure broke.
His shoulders trembled as he dragged a hand across his face.
âI failed you y/n,â he whispered âi failed to protect our baby.â
Neteyam looked down ,his chest feeling suddenly hollow.
The future he had begun to picture was gone.
Something inside you shattered at the words.
âNeteyam⊠this was never something you could protect us from. You loved our baby from the moment you knew they existed. You talked to them. You dreamt of them .â
You stepped forward slowly, wrapping your arms around him.
âThat is what a father doesâ you whispered
âOne day,â you said quietly, âEywa will bless us again. And when that day comes, our child will have the strongest, most loving father in all of Pandora.â
For a moment he stood frozen.
Then his arms tightened around you desperately, pressing his face into your hair, letting the grief he had carried alone finally pour out.
And for the first time, you both allowed yourselves to mourn together, sharing the emptiness and the love that remained.
Later that night, Neteyam placed the small carved bead beside the other beads in his braid.
A quiet promise that the child you two lost would never be forgotten.
Always loved
Pairing: neteyam x Omatikaya reader
Word count: 2,300+
Contents: mentions of blood, miscarriage, sensitive themes, hurt, mourning, arguments, crying, trauma, angst, comfort
Note: heyyy i am back :3 i decided i wanted to write more angst stories sooo here is my attempt at itâ this theme was inspired by an aoânung fic i read a few weeks ago! I hope you guys enjoy it just as much as i enjoyed writing it!
ââ. ê© Ëââ.àłàż*:
The forest felt different. Everything felt brighter to you.
You watched the sunlight filter through the leaves casting golden patterns across the ground as you rubbed your abdomen softly.
It had been 7 days since you told Neteyam.
You remembered it perfectly.
You had been nervous when you told him. Your hands had twisted together as the words left your mouth, unsure how he would react.
âA child?â he finally asked quietly.
You nodded.
And then he smiled.
It was not the confident smile he usually wore. This one was softer. Almost disbelieving.
âAre you certain?â he asked, voice gentle.
âYes.â
You had barely finished the word before he pulled you into his arms.
He held you tightly, pressing his forehead against yours as he laughed softly under his breath. Both of you were excited for this new blessing.
The week that followed felt almost dreamlike.
Neteyam became extremely attentive.
If you tried to lift anything heavier than a small basket, he would immediately take it from you.
âNeteyam,â you protested once as he snatched a bundle of woven cloth from your arms, âI am still capable of carrying things.â
âYou are carrying something far more important,â he replied without hesitation.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât stop smiling.
At night, when the clan had grown quiet, the two of you would lie together in the marui and whisper about the future.
Sometimes Neteyam rested his hand over your stomach, his expressions thoughtful.
âOur child will be stubborn,â he said one night.
âLike you?â you teased.
He scoffed softly.
âNo. Like you.â
You laughed gently. Grateful for him.
Other times he spoke about teaching them hiw to ride an ikran or catching fish like his father taught him.
You would just play with his braids as he kissed and talked to your belly. Feeling all his love for your child.
âI keep thinking about how lucky I am.â He whispers
Your chest warmed at the words.
He pulls out a small wooden bead, carefully carved and smoothed.
âFor the baby,â he said excitedly.
Your breath caught.
âYou already made something?â
You reached out, tracing the delicate carvings along the bead.
It was beautiful.
Neteyam shifted himself .
â do you like it? We could add it to their songââ
You wrapped your arms around him before he could finish.
âI love it.â
Neteyam getting closer to you, pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before resting his head beside yours.
âEywa has blessed us,â he murmured.
You both believed it.
The weeks passed in quiet happiness, full of soft laughter, whispered dreams, and the feeling of anticipation for parenthood.
Then everything changed.
The pain woke you before the sun did.
At first it was only a dull ache in your stomach. You stirred slightly on the mat, thinking perhaps you had slept wrong. The cold morning light dimmed through your marui, the sounds that once felt comforting now felt empty
But then the pain sharpened.
Your breath caught as another wave rolled through you, stronger this time.
You pushed yourself upright, pressing a trembling hand to your abdomen.
Something wasnât right.
For a moment, you considered waking Neteyam.
But you hesitated.
He had returned late from patrol, exhausted, collapsing beside you without even removing the beads from his braids. His arm still rested loosely across the mat where you had been lying.
But then another wave of pain hit.
A gasp slipped from your lips.
Your fingers tightened against your stomach as fear began to creep in.
âNoâŠ,â you whispered under your breath.
Neteyam stirred immediately.
His eyes blinked open as he noticed the way you were positioned .
âBaby? What is wrong?â
You tried to answer, but your gaze had dropped to the mat.
There was blood. That was all you saw.
Neteyam followed your line of sight.
The color drained from his face.
Your name left his mouth in a breathless whisper.
He was on his feet instantly, lifting you into his arms.
âHeyâhey, look at me.â
His hands gently cupped your face, panic already rising in his voice.
âWhat happened? Are you hurt?â He urged, his voice with panic.
âI⊠I do not know,â you whispered weakly.
Another wave of pain tore through you. This time you a cry escaped your lips.
Neteyamâs eyes darted back to the blood staining the woven mat.
For a moment, he froze.
âNo,â he breathed.
His heart sank.
âI am sorry,â you whispered. Tears filling your eyes. You let it all go.
His head snapped toward you.
âDo not say that!â
But the fear in his voice said everything.
Without another word, he quickly carried you from the marui toward the healers.
You clung weakly to him, burying your face into his shoulder as the truth slowly began to settle between you both.
It had now been three days.
Three days of silence and distance.
All that existed was the pounding of your heart and the strange, depressing quiet that had replaced the joy of the last week.
Neteyam sat outside the marui, alone. Sharpening a blade.
You watched him from inside.
You both had barely spoken since the healer confirmed what you both already knew.
The baby was gone.
You could no longer stand the distance, the silence, you fwlt like he was avoiding you.
âNeteyam.â
He didnât look up immediately.
The blade scraped against the stone again.
And again.
âNeteyam,â you said more firmly.
Finally he lifted his gaze.
âWhat is it?â
The distance in his voice made your stomach twist.
You crossed your arms.
âWhy wonât you talk to me?â
His brows pulled together slightly.
âI am talking to you.â
âNo,â you said quietly. âYou are not.â
The tension between you thickened.
Neteyam looked away again, jaw tightening.
âSeriously? Right now? I do not know what you want me to say y/n.â
Your frustration finally took over.
âAnything!â you snapped. âYou act as if nothing happened!â
The words hung in the air.
Neteyamâs head snapped back toward you.
His eyes darkened.
âYou think that is easy for me?â he said, his voice rising for the first time.
Your hand rested on your chest as tears filled your eyes.
âThen why do you keep pushing me away? You wont even look at me!â
Neteyam suddenly stood.
The blade clattered onto the ground as he ran a frustrated hand through his braids.
âIm not pushing you awayâevery time I look at you,â he said hoarsely, âI remember what I lost. What we were supposed to have.â
The words hit you like a slap.
Your voice trembled.
âSo you blame me for this?â
Neteyam froze.
âWhat?â
âYou think this is my fault.â
âI never said that.â
âYou did not have to!â you cried.
The hurt in your voice cut deeper than any blade.
Neteyamâs anger faltered immediately.
âI would never blame you,â he said.
Silence fell again.
For the first time since it happened, Neteyamâs composure broke.
His shoulders trembled as he dragged a hand across his face.
âI failed you y/n,â he whispered âi failed to protect our baby.â
Neteyam looked down ,his chest feeling suddenly hollow.
The future he had begun to picture was gone.
Something inside you shattered at the words.
âNeteyam⊠this was never something you could protect us from. You loved our baby from the moment you knew they existed. You talked to them. You dreamt of them .â
You stepped forward slowly, wrapping your arms around him.
âThat is what a father doesâ you whispered
âOne day,â you said quietly, âEywa will bless us again. And when that day comes, our child will have the strongest, most loving father in all of Pandora.â
For a moment he stood frozen.
Then his arms tightened around you desperately, pressing his face into your hair, letting the grief he had carried alone finally pour out.
And for the first time, you both allowed yourselves to mourn together, sharing the emptiness and the love that remained.
Later that night, Neteyam placed the small carved bead beside the other beads in his braid.
A quiet promise that the child you two lost would never be forgotten.
Almost you
pairing: Neteyam x Metkayina!reader
contents: mild angst, jealousy, love triangle, kissing, emotional conflict, romantic tension
word count: 3,000+
note: hiii! Itâs been a while since I last posted. Iâve been super busy and I just wanted to post before I go out of town this weekend. this fic is a bit rushed because Iâve had it rotting in my notes app đ nonetheless I hope you guys enjoy this. I donât know what made me have this idea I tried to make it work so forgive me if it isnât the best but hey, Iâm just having funđđ©” thank you guys!
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Youâve always silently loved Neteyam.
But you never said a word. Not because you didnât want him to know, but because he was your best friend. You didnât want to ruin your friendship âor the bond you had with his family. And, truthfully, you were intimidated.
Heâs the golden boy . Everyone loves him. All the girlsâeveryoneâseems drawn to him. Heâs strong, a warrior, a future leader. He carries all this weight. You canât begin to imagine he would ever notice you the way you notice him. You told each other everything⊠except this. This secret youâve carried quietly for years.
Tonight, as the moonlight shines over the reef while you walk, needing air, needing space away from the noise. You drift toward a familiar spot, the one tucked away where only you and him had ever gone together.
Whispers reach your ears. You pause, confusedâthis spot is always so secluded. As you step closer, your heart stops.
Neteyam is there. And not alone.
Sheâs there with him. And theyâre⊠close. heâs there, hovering over her, hands caressing her face as their lips meet. Her legs wrapped around his waist.
You freeze.
Immediately, they sense you. Mortified, you realize youâve just walked in on your best friend being intimate with a girl he never told you about. You feel your chest get tight. Youâd noticed them hanging out more recently, laughing together, she stays for his training, shared some quiet momentsâbut never thought that they were⊠this. You didnât know he had a girlfriend.
â(y/n)âŠâ he calls out, voice tense.
She looks at you, wide-eyed and embarrassed, a question in her gaze...
Why do you look so shocked? Then she glances at him. And you see his expression shiftâflustered, guilty, a wave of regret washing over him. He hates that you saw this. Hates that he didnât tell you. Hates that heâs put you here, in this position. somewhere deep down, he feels more for you than he lets on.
You murmur a quick, âSorry,â and leave. Every step away from them is heavy, racing, desperate. Once out of their line of sight, you just run to anywhere but here.
You replay every detail . how he looked at her, how he held her, the way they invaded your spot, the place that had always felt yours with him. Youâre so hurt. But you cant be mad at him. He doesnât know.
You debate with yourself. But deep down, you know what you have to do. You need to protect your heart. You need distance.
The next day, you avoid neteyam at all costs. Barely glancing at him, giving quick excusesâanything to be away from him. You find your way to your best friend, Tsireya. Giving her a warm smile. She studies you carefully.
âWhy do you look so stressed?â she asks, tilting her head slightly.
You hesitate. Your fingers toy with the edge of a bracelet around your wrist... the bracelet he gave you. âI walked in on neteyam last night.â
Her eyes widen.. âWhat?â
âWith a girl,â you added.
She gasps. âNeteyam? With a girl?â Thereâs genuine shock in her voice. âI didnât even know he was seeing someone.â
You shake your head. âNeither did I!â
Tsireya frowns. âIm telling you. If Neteyam had a girlfriend, I would know. Loâak would have blabbered about it days ago.â
That makes your stomach twist even more.
So it really was a secret.
Before you can respond, Tsireyaâs expression shifts. Her eyes fixed behind you, and she offers an awkward smile.
You slowly turn.
Neteyam.
You freeze. Are you kidding me?
You internally curse yourself.
He steps closer, cautious. âHey guys,â he says, voice softer than usual.
You swallow. âHi.â
Tsireya, sensing the tension immediately, clears her throat. âI should⊠go check on something,â she mutters, slipping away quickly with one last glance at you
Now itâs just the two of you.
Thereâs a pause.
âI didnât get a chance to talk to you about the other night ,â he starts hesitantly .
You force a small smile. âThereâs nothing to talk about.â
His brows knit together slightly. âThere is.â
You shrug. âYou donât owe me an explanation.â
That one hits him. You can see it.
âI wasnât trying to hide it from you,â he says. âIt just⊠happened.â
You nod like that makes sense. Like it doesnât bother you. Like it hasnât kept replaying in your head.
Thereâs another pause â but then the conversation shifts. He asks about reef training. You comment on how Tsireya has been struggling to teach Loâak. He laughs. And for the first time in days, it felt normal. Almost like it had before the tension, like the moment didnât carry the weight of what you felt.
Your heart eased, just a little..
And thenâ
âNeteyam!â
The voice cuts through the moment.
She approaches with grace nd confidence, barely looking at you. âCan you help me with something?â she asks him, already reaching for his arm.
You feel it instantly â the awkwardness.
Neteyam hesitates. He glances at you, sensing your pull. After last night, after this morning, he seems to realize something.
Maybe this is a good time to clear the air.
â(y/n), this is Alora⊠myââ
âGirlfriend,â she cuts in. stepping closer to his side.
Your stomach drops.
You see it â the way his jaw tightens at being interrupted. Just slightly. Just enough for you to notice.
You force a polite smile, steadying your voice. âNice to meet you.â
Her smile is small.
âTsireya is waiting on me,â you add quickly, even though she isnât.
You donât wait for a response. You canât.
Neteyamâs eyes linger on you, like he wants to call your name and say more. Like heâs aware of how wrong this feels.
But you donât wait.
You step back, offering one last composed nod before turning away.
You donât let yourself look back this time.
You quickly make your way toward Tsireya to tell her what just happened.
âNeteyam.â
Aloraâs voice pulls him back.
He blinks and looks at her. âWhat?â
She studies him for a moment, arms folding across her chest. âItâs odd. I mean, the way she looked at youâŠâ Alora continues. âAnd the way you looked at her.â
His brows knit. âShe did just walk in on us.â
Alora gives him a look. âThatâs not what I meant.â
Neteyamâs jaw tightens. âSheâs my best friend.â
âI know who she is,â Alora replies calmly . âWhich is why Iâm confused. You didnât tell your own best friend about us?â
Thereâs a heavy silence between them. The waves crash gently in the distance.
His jaw tightens slightly. âI havenât had a good time to.â
She looks at him carefully. âOr you didnât want to?â
He doesnât answer that.
She steps closer, lowering her voice. âAlso, when she walked in last night, you looked guilty. Not embarrassed. Guilty. Why?â
His expression hardens slightly.
âSheâs important to me.â
Aloraâs eyes soften, but thereâs something guarded in them now. âI can see that.â
Another pause.
âI donât want to compete with your best friend,â she says. âShe better know her place.â
Neteyam swallows.
Over the next few days, it becomes⊠noticeable.
Alora sees it too. She knows somethingâs shifting. She realizes sheâs not competing with a random girl.
Sheâs competing with history. And with every small intrusion, she asserts herself just a little more.
Every time you and Neteyam are talking, Alora drifts close. Not loud, not obvious, just enough. She asks for his help with small tasks, desperately finding any way to get his attention.
When you catch him off-guard trying to ask a question or make a joke, she appears almost instantly. âNeteyam, can you help me with this?â she asks casually, never acknowledging you, but pulling him away.
He glances at you, unsure if he should respond to her or keep talking to you. And every time he chooses her, a knot twists in your chest. This is your reality.
Alora tries bonding with his siblings too, laughing at their jokes, helping with training exercises, but itâs sloww. They donât warm to her the way they do to you. Neteyam notices, and it only makes things worseâhe wants to defend you, but he canât. Heâs caught between you, his own feelings, and the girl whoâs making her presence undeniable.
Even when sheâs not directly interrupting, she hovers around . Always present. Always reminding himâand youâthat sheâs there.
And slowly, subtly, you start to pull back more. You laugh less easily. You wander away sooner. You keep your distance from his family.
That night, youâve wandered down to your secluded spot, letting the water lap at your ankles, letting the world slip away. The soft glow of coral shines beneath the waves, tiny lights flickering like stars.
You didnât expect anyone. But when you here faint footsteps, you see himâNeteyam. His expression softens when he sees you, but he doesnât speak immediately. He sits a few feet away, letting the quiet stretch between you.
For a while, thereâs nothing but the sound of the waves and the distant calls from the village.
âYouâre here late,â Neteyam says quietly.
âI needed⊠space,â you reply softly. âToo noisy with everyone around.â
He nods, and for a while, thereâs only the sound of the water.
âYouâre quiet tonight,â he says after a few minutes.
âIâm thinking,â you admit, tugging at a strand of wet hair. âAbout everythingâŠâ
He doesnât respond, just watches the waves. âIve missed you,â he says finally.
You bite your lip. âMe too. I miss how things were beforeâŠâ
âI know,â he murmurs. â
He shifts closer without thinking. âI donât want things to be ruined between us.â
You smile faintly. âThings arenât ruined.â things arenât ruined, but they wonât be the same.
Hours slip by. Eventually your eyelids grow heavy. Without realizing it, you drift off, your head resting onto him.
He stiffens for a moment, surprised.
âHeyâŠâ he whispers, lightly brushing your hair from your face. âYouâll be more comfortable on the sand.â
You mumble something, half-asleep.
Gently, he moves you and lays you down, the sand warm beneath you. âBetter?â he asks softly.
You nod without opening your eyes. âMm⊠yeah.â
He lies down beside you, close enough that you can feel his arm near yours. âSleep well,â he murmurs.
You mumble back, almost a whisper, âStay⊠donât go.â
âI wonât,â he says, voice soft. âNot tonight.â
â
The light of dawn spills over the reef, painting everything in soft gold and blues.
Before you even wake, Neteyam stirs. His eyes open to find you curled against him, your body relaxed and trusting. He inhales sharply, his chest tightening andd his heart races.
He watches your face, the way the morning light catches your featuresâthe small rise and fall of your chest, the soft tilt of your head. Every little thing about you makes his heart beat faster.
Feelings heâs long buriedâthe ones he hasnât allowed himself to confrontâhit him all at once. Guilt that heâs never told you how he feels. Confusion that he has a girlfriend and yet canât ignore the pull toward youâan ache he canât deny.
He shifts slightly, careful not to wake you yet, and allows himself a moment to simply admire you, memorizing every part of your face, the softness of your skin, the warmth of your presence.
Then, faintly, you move. your eyes flutter open slowly. For a second, youâre still half-dreaming.
Then you realize where you are.
Who youâre wrapped around.
Your breath catches.
âNeteyamâŠâ you murmur softly, panic creeping into your voice.
You slip from his arms quickly, the warmth leaving your body as soon as you do.
âHeyââ he starts, pushing himself up onto one elbow.
You shake your head, not meeting his eyes. âWe canât do this,â you murmur. âSomeone will see.
He shakes his head, still watching you, his voice low and tender. âItâs not about that. I wanted you safe. Comfortable. Thatâs all. Nothing else matters right now.â
You blink , guilt flooding your head . âThat doesnât make it right.â
Silence hangs between you.
He looks at you like he wants to say something moreâlike the words are right there, waiting. But he doesnât let them out.
Instead, he nods once, slow.
You stand up, brushing sand from your hands, avoiding his eyes.
âI should go,â you say quietly.
He rises too, instinctively stepping closer, but stopping himself.
âAre you going to avoid me again?â he asks softly.
You force a small smile. âI donât know.â
Thereâs a long pause.
Then you leave.
âBye, Neteyam.â
Your voice is gentle. Not angry. Not cold.
He watches you walk away, the distance between you growing with every step. His chest feels tight againâlike he just let something slip through his fingers.
And for the first time, he realizes distance might hurt more than guilt ever could.
You walk back alone.
Or at least⊠you try to make it look that way.
By the time you reach the edge of the village, Neteyam is a few steps behind you. Not close enough to seem obvious.
Anyone watching would think you simply crossed paths.
But Alora is watching.
She stands near the village, arms loosely folded, pretending to listen to something someone is saying. Her eyes, however are locked on the two of you.
You donât see her at first.
Youâre too focused on not looking back at him. On not replaying the warmth of his arms around you.
Neteyam slows when he notices her.
Just slightly.
Thatâs when you feel it â eyes on you.
You glance up.
And your stomach drops.
Sheâs staring.
Not angry.
JustâŠcalculating
You quickly turn your attention elsewhere. You find kiri and kneel beside her helping her untangle some nets. You laugh softly when Loâak says something ridiculous nearby. Trying to play everytging off.
But Neteyam doesnât go to Alora immediately.
He hesitates.
Eventually, she walks toward him.
âDid you sleep well?â she asks lightly, though thereâs something suspicion underneath it.
Neteyam nods once. âYeah.â
Her eyes look briefly past him â to you.
âAnd where were you?â she continues casually. âI didnât see you this morning. And i didnât see you return last night.â
He doesnât answer immediately.
And that pause is loud.
âI was out,â he says finally. âCouldnât sleep.â
Her lips press together. She studies the truth in his voice.
Then she nods slowly. âI see.â
She doesnât push further.
But her gaze drifts back to you again â laughing softly with his siblings, fitting in so naturally it almost looks like you belong there more than she does.
Thatâs what unsettles her.
Not just that you walked back around the same time.
But that he looks more at ease when youâre near
It happens that same night.
Everyone has quieted. Fires burn low. The sound of the tides against the shore.
Alora finds him first.
Heâs sitting alone, sharpening a blade, but he isnât really focused on it. His mind is somewhere else.
She stops in front of him.
âWe need to talk.â
He exhales slowly. He already knows.
âWhat about?â he asks, his tone is tired.
She doesnât sit.
âI know you werenât just âout walkingâ this morning.â
Silence.
He looks up at her carefully. âWhat are you saying?â
âIâm saying,â she continues, her voice tight, âpeople saw you. You walked back from the tgat spot near the reef. Together.â
His jaw tightens.
He doesnât deny it.
She notices.
âYou spent the whole night with her.â
Itâs not a question.
Another silence.
âYes,â he says finally.
The word lands heavy.
Alora lets out a sharp breath â half laugh, half disbelief. âAnd you didnât think that mattered? You think thats just okay?â
âWe were talking,â he says firmly. âShe fell asleep. I wasnât going to leave her alone.â
âYou could have woken her up.â
âShe needed comfort.â
âAnd I donât?â she snaps.
Thatâs the first crack in her composure.
âYou hold her. You walk back with her. You look at her like sheâs the only person here.â
âThatâs not true.â
âDonât lie to me.â
The words hit harder than shouting would have.
He stands now.
âIâm not lying.â
âThen what is this?â she demands, stepping closer. âBecause I feel like Iâm competing with someone who doesnât even have to try.â
He runs a hand over his face, frustration finally surfacing. âYouâre not competing.â
âIt doesnât feel that way.â
Silence stretches.
She swallows. And then, quieterâ
âWhen she walked in on us the other nightâŠYou looked like youâd done something wrong.â
He exhales.
He doesnât respond.
And that silence says everything.
Her voice drops. âDo you have feelings for her?â
The question hangs between them.
He tries to answer.
But nothing comes out at first.
Because for the first time⊠heâs actually asking himself that without deflecting.
Alora sees it.
The hesitation.
Thatâs when something in her breaks.
âOh myâ You do.â
Itâs not shouted. Itâs defeated.
He finally speaks, voice low.
âI care about her.â
âThatâs not what I asked.â
Another pause.
Longer this time.
And thenâ
âI donât know.â
Honest abd devastating
Alora steps back like the words physically hit her.
âI canât do this,â she says quietly.
He looks up at her sharply. âListenââ
âYou wonât stop talking to her,â she says. Just stating a fact.
âNo,â he answers.
âAnd you wonât put distance between you two.â
âNo.â
She nods slowly, eyes glossy but steady.
âThen this isnât going to work.â
The words are calm.
Final.
He stands alone for a moment, letting the silence settle around him. No expectations. No one waiting at his side. No one to answer to.
For the first time in a long time, he isnât thinking about what he should do.
Heâs thinking about what he wants.
And every thought leads back to you.
The guilt is gone.
What replaces it isnât regret.
Itâs clarity.
He thinks about you â the way youâve been stepping back from him, protecting boundaries he should have protected first. The way you left his arms that morning even though you didnât want to. The way youâve loved him quietly .
You never demanded more from him
You just stayed.
And then it hits him.
He doesnât have to hide it anymore.
He doesnât have to pull his hand away.
He doesnât have to pretend his heart doesnât race when you smile.
He doesnât have to watch you from a distance like you belong to someone elseâs future.
He can choose you â openly.
He can court you the right way. Stand beside you without hesitation. Love you without lowering his voice.
The realization doesnât feel recklessâitâs certain.
â
Youâre sitting near your usual spot , pretending to focus on weaving. Your hands move automatically, but your thoughts are somewhere else.
This morning.
His arms. The warmth.
The way he looked at you.
You shake it off.
You need distance. You decided that already.
Footsteps approach.
You donât look up at first â until you feel that familiar presence.
âCan we talk?â Neteyamâs voice is low. Not casual. Not playful.
Serious.
Your stomach tightens.
You glance around instinctively. âWhereâs Alora?â
His jaw shifts slightly at her name.
âCan we just talk?â he repeats.
You hesitate⊠then nod.
He leads you away from the others, toward the quieter edge of the shore. Not your secret spot â but close enough.
You stop a few feet away from him, confused and drawn.
âIf this is about this morningââ you start.
âIt is.â
You inhale. âIt shouldnât have happened.â
âIt did.â
You shake your head. âYou have a girlfriend.â
He steps closer.
âLook at me.â
You donât want to.
But you do.
âIâm not with her anymore.â
The words donât process at first.
âWhat?â
âWe ended it.â
Your breath catches. âWhy?â
âBecause she wanted me to let you go.â
Silence.
Your heart pounds.
âAnd you wouldnât,â you whisper.
âNo.â
He says it with certainty .
You take a deep breath , overwhelmed. âNeteyam⊠you canât justâ you canât end things and then come here.â
âI didnât end it to come here,â he says firmly. âI ended it because she was right.â
That makes your chest tighten.
âRight about what?â
He exhales slowly.
â(y/n), i love you. I tried convincing myself itâs out of habit, just history but when i saw you walk away that night, when you avoided me, when you woke up in my armsââ
He pauses.
âIt didnât feel like just frienship.â
You shake your head, emotions tangling. âYou canât just choose me out of guilt neteyam.â
âIâm not choosing you out of guilt.â
Silence.
âIâm choosing you because I see you. Itâs always been you.â
Your heart pounds so loud youâre sure he can hear it.
You inhale shakily.
âIâve loved you for years, Neteyam.â
There it is.
Out in the open.
The secret you swore youâd never say.
âI justââ you continue, voice trembling slightly, âI never thought you would choose me. Youâre⊠you. Everyone wants you. You have so much ahead of you. I didnât want to ruin what we had by wanting more.â
His eyes soften in a way youâve never seen before.
âYou were never going to ruin anything,â he says quietly.
âI watched you with her,â you admit. âAnd I told myself that was my place. Just watching. Nothing more with you.â
He steps closer now.
âYou think I didnât notice the way you pull away when youâre hurt?â he murmurs. âYou think I didnât feel it when you started avoiding me?â
You blink back tears.
â I was protecting myself.â
âYou were breaking me.â
That does it.
The space between you collapses.
He pulls you in closer bu your waist, expecting you to pull back.
You donât.
His fingers brush your cheek, his thumb warm against your skin. His forehead lowers to rest gently against yours.
âTell me what you want,â he whispers.
Your voice is barely breath.
âI want you. All of you.â
His exhale is shaky â relieved.
âGood.â
His lips hover just inches from yours.
Close enough that your heartbeat syncs.
You close your eyes.
He leans in.
Andâ
âBro!â
You both freeze.
Loâak stands a few feet away, eyes wide, clearly having walked in on something he was not meant to see.
âWell,â he mutters slowly, looking between you two. âThat explains a lot.â
You jump back slightly, face burning.
Neteyam drags a hand down his face. âLoâakââ
âSo you dont tell me you have a girlfriend and then you dont tell me about this?â he says, eyebrows raised.
Neteyam shoots him a glare.
âGo away.â
Loâak lifts his hands defensively. âHey, Iâm just saying! Also maybe dont kiss in the open.â
Neteyam sighs, but thereâs a hint of a smile fighting at the corner of his mouth.
âLoâak.â
âFine, fine. Iâm going,â he says, backing away. âBut this is not over.â
For a moment, the laughter fades. You lock eyes again and itâs like everything else vanishes â the world, the past tension, the interruption from before.
âIâm not done.â He whispers against your ear.
Leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is soft at firstâBut when you donât pull away, his hand tightens at your waist, drawing you closer as the kiss deepens just a little. Making up all of the years of quiet longing and stolen glances. something thatâs been waiting to happen.
When you finally separate, your foreheads rest together, both of you breathing a little unevenly.
He brushes a gentle kiss to your temple. His voice a whisper. âYouâre everything, (y/n). And Iâm not letting you go this time. No more hiding.â
You canât help but smile through your tears, feeling safe, wanted, loved â finally.
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Why is he so ears
Why is he so ears
for our eyes only
pairing: aged up Neteyam x aged up Reader
contents: nudity, p in v, language, explicit intimacy, smut, sexual acts, fluff, aftercare, recorded sexual activity
word count: 1,400+
note: HI GUYS! this is my first ever smut Iâve written I came up with this randomly so it is kind of rushed but i hope u guys enjoy this! đ©”
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You and Neteyam are wandering around the camp when you guys finally sit down with his siblings
Your eyes widened âwhat is it?â
Neteyam smiles, âsky people thing, my dad calls it a camera. It captures things.â
You reach out to it âwait.. so it can remember things? Like, it can show it again?â
âYes, exactly.â He said as he grabs it from you. âWanna test it out?â
You smile widely and ask how you use it.
He chuckles softly, âitâs simple. You point, press, and it catches moments. Like this oneâSmile.â He explains.
You smile at the camera and he takes a picture. âBeautiful.. youâre beautiful.â He says showing you the picture he just took. You get flustered at his words, leaning in to give him a quick peck on his soft, plump lips.
Days passed, and the camera became your new fascinationâcapturing plants, candid moments of Neteyam, and his familyâs laughter.
âTuk! Look over here!â you yelled. Tuk made a silly face, and everyone laughed. From behind you, Neteyamâs arms wrapped around your waist, spinning you to face him. His smile was teasing, and before you could react, he took the camera from your hands.
âCome with me,â he said, leading you to your favorite secluded spot near the waterfall.
Once there, he started taking pictures of you in the water, experimenting with angles and poses. You laughed, feeling happy and adored, the sunlight sparkling against the water and your skin.
The rest of the evening is quiet. Neteyam joins you in the water and kisses you softly. âWanna make a special recording?â He says, voice teasing.
âA specialâŠrecording ?â Your heart racing
âYeah.â He says, leaning closer to you. Eyes locked onto yours. âJust us⊠something private.â
You felt a thrill run through your body. The idea was daring. A secret only for the two of you , you thought.
âWeâll be the stars of this. Just you and me baby.â He says smiling teasingly at you.
You laugh nervously, heart pounding.
âOnly us..?â
âOnly us,â the way he said itâsoft, serious, yet teasingâmade you ache with anticipation.
âmy love, youâre absolutely gorgeous. Let me show you beautiful you are. Everything you deserve.â
He leans in kissing you deeply. Like he is hungry. You moan slightly into his mouth, letting your fingers touch his hard against his loincloth. His hands fumbling to untie your top. His fingers rubbing your nipples.
âYou ready?â He asked, breath warm against your skin.
You nodded quickly, breath quickening.
âYes.â You whispered.
You guys walk out the water , and he lays you on your back ever so carefully. In this moment, nothing mattered. just the two of you, the waterfall behind you, the sunlight hitting his skin, and the tension between you simmering with anticipation.
Neteyam hovered just above you for a moment, his eyes locked onto yours, dark and full of intent. Every touch made your heart hammer in your chest. He kissed you , tugging and sucking on your bottom lip while his hands traced along your sides. He leaned lower, lips trailing to your neck, slowly kissing down your chest until he reached your breasts, latching onto one nipple and making circular motions with his tongue.
âaah.. neteyamââ you moan out.
Your fingers found his shoulders, gripping him lightly, breath coming in quick, small gasps.
Neteyam reached for the camera, his fingers pressed the record button, and the tiny red light blinked on. The camera was now a silent witness to everything in that moment.
Slowly, he let his free hand drift lower, tracing along your hips as he pulled down your loincloth. You mirrored him instinctively, your fingers reaching toward him impatiently removing his loincloth and revealing his harden cock.
âyou like what you see?â
âLike? Iâm mesmerized. Every part of you teyam⊠I could watch forever.â
His lips curve into a slow, mischievous smile. âGood because youâre not getting away from me tonight.â
He drags his cock over your warm and soaking pussy. Slightly teasing you, barely inserting his tip.
âNeteyam⊠pleaseâŠâ
âFuck baby⊠youâre so wet for me.â He whispers
He pushes into you fully, stretching you completely. You briefly shut your eyes âadjusting to his length. You open your eyes and look into the camera he holds , while his other hand held your thigh up. Heat floods your cheeks at the realization that itâs all being capturedâthe secret, the intensity, the way he fucks you so passionately.
âYouâre so tight baby⊠you feel amazingâŠâ
The sight of him makes your vision blurâthe sweat glistening on his forehead, the way he moves in and out of you, the tension in every touch, and the low, teasing murmurs that make your chest tighten. You feel yourself getting closer.
âAh⊠Neteyam, just like thatâŠplease⊠dont stop.â
The camera continues recording every part of your body, every thrust, every expression.
Your walls tighten around him as he pounds into you, you reach your climax, finger nails digging into his arms.
âFuck, (y/n) keep looking at me⊠Iâm so close.â He groans
His strokes slow down and stutter as he stays in you, filling you up with his warm seed.
The camera trembles slightly in his hand as his breathing turns heavy, the red light still blinking, capturing the way he pulls out of youâall of his cum dripping out of you.
Neteyam lets out a slow breath, finally pressing the button to stop the recording. The red light disappears, and for a moment he just looks at you â flushed, breathless, beautiful beneath him.
Without a word, he lays next to you and he wraps you in his arms, holding you close like he never wants to let you go. His chest is warm and steady against yours, and he rests his forehead gently on the side of your head.
âYouâre okay,â he murmurs softly, voice low and protective. âIâve got you princess .â
You nod, relaxing fully into him, still trembling a little from everything. âMm⊠yeah⊠Iâm okay,â you whisper.
His hands move over you, âIâm not going anywhere,â he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. âJust breathe⊠Iâve got you.â
You press your cheek to his chest, feeling the warmth and safety of him. After a quiet moment, he murmurs , âSpecial recording, huh?â
You let out a soft laugh, swatting lightly at his arm. âYouâre the one who suggested it.â
âBest idea Iâve ever had,â he says quietly.
His lips tug into a soft, mischievous smile. âI guess⊠if youâre feeling lonely while Iâm off with the war party⊠you could watch it.â
Your eyes widen, and a soft laugh escapes you. âNeteyam!â
His expression softens as he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. His hands move slower now, gentler â tracing patterns along your arms and your waist.
Every movement, every word, every kiss says the same thing: you are cherished, adored, and safe. With him, you feel completely seen, completely loved â the kind of man who would stay by your side through every storm, making sure youâre happy, comfortable, and protected.
for our eyes only
pairing: aged up Neteyam x aged up Reader
contents: nudity, p in v, language, explicit intimacy, smut, sexual acts, fluff, aftercare, recorded sexual activity
word count: 1,400+
note: HI GUYS! this is my first ever smut Iâve written I came up with this randomly so it is kind of rushed but i hope u guys enjoy this! đ©”
â
You and Neteyam are wandering around the camp when you guys finally sit down with his siblings
Your eyes widened âwhat is it?â
Neteyam smiles, âsky people thing, my dad calls it a camera. It captures things.â
You reach out to it âwait.. so it can remember things? Like, it can show it again?â
âYes, exactly.â He said as he grabs it from you. âWanna test it out?â
You smile widely and ask how you use it.
He chuckles softly, âitâs simple. You point, press, and it catches moments. Like this oneâSmile.â He explains.
You smile at the camera and he takes a picture. âBeautiful.. youâre beautiful.â He says showing you the picture he just took. You get flustered at his words, leaning in to give him a quick peck on his soft, plump lips.
Days passed, and the camera became your new fascinationâcapturing plants, candid moments of Neteyam, and his familyâs laughter.
âTuk! Look over here!â you yelled. Tuk made a silly face, and everyone laughed. From behind you, Neteyamâs arms wrapped around your waist, spinning you to face him. His smile was teasing, and before you could react, he took the camera from your hands.
âCome with me,â he said, leading you to your favorite secluded spot near the waterfall.
Once there, he started taking pictures of you in the water, experimenting with angles and poses. You laughed, feeling happy and adored, the sunlight sparkling against the water and your skin.
The rest of the evening is quiet. Neteyam joins you in the water and kisses you softly. âWanna make a special recording?â He says, voice teasing.
âA specialâŠrecording ?â Your heart racing
âYeah.â He says, leaning closer to you. Eyes locked onto yours. âJust us⊠something private.â
You felt a thrill run through your body. The idea was daring. A secret only for the two of you , you thought.
âWeâll be the stars of this. Just you and me baby.â He says smiling teasingly at you.
You laugh nervously, heart pounding.
âOnly us..?â
âOnly us,â the way he said itâsoft, serious, yet teasingâmade you ache with anticipation.
âmy love, youâre absolutely gorgeous. Let me show you beautiful you are. Everything you deserve.â
He leans in kissing you deeply. Like he is hungry. You moan slightly into his mouth, letting your fingers touch his hard against his loincloth. His hands fumbling to untie your top. His fingers rubbing your nipples.
âYou ready?â He asked, breath warm against your skin.
You nodded quickly, breath quickening.
âYes.â You whispered.
You guys walk out the water , and he lays you on your back ever so carefully. In this moment, nothing mattered. just the two of you, the waterfall behind you, the sunlight hitting his skin, and the tension between you simmering with anticipation.
Neteyam hovered just above you for a moment, his eyes locked onto yours, dark and full of intent. Every touch made your heart hammer in your chest. He kissed you , tugging and sucking on your bottom lip while his hands traced along your sides. He leaned lower, lips trailing to your neck, slowly kissing down your chest until he reached your breasts, latching onto one nipple and making circular motions with his tongue.
âaah.. neteyamââ you moan out.
Your fingers found his shoulders, gripping him lightly, breath coming in quick, small gasps.
Neteyam reached for the camera, his fingers pressed the record button, and the tiny red light blinked on. The camera was now a silent witness to everything in that moment.
Slowly, he let his free hand drift lower, tracing along your hips as he pulled down your loincloth. You mirrored him instinctively, your fingers reaching toward him impatiently removing his loincloth and revealing his harden cock.
âyou like what you see?â
âLike? Iâm mesmerized. Every part of you teyam⊠I could watch forever.â
His lips curve into a slow, mischievous smile. âGood because youâre not getting away from me tonight.â
He drags his cock over your warm and soaking pussy. Slightly teasing you, barely inserting his tip.
âNeteyam⊠pleaseâŠâ
âFuck baby⊠youâre so wet for me.â He whispers
He pushes into you fully, stretching you completely. You briefly shut your eyes âadjusting to his length. You open your eyes and look into the camera he holds , while his other hand held your thigh up. Heat floods your cheeks at the realization that itâs all being capturedâthe secret, the intensity, the way he fucks you so passionately.
âYouâre so tight baby⊠you feel amazingâŠâ
The sight of him makes your vision blurâthe sweat glistening on his forehead, the way he moves in and out of you, the tension in every touch, and the low, teasing murmurs that make your chest tighten. You feel yourself getting closer.
âAh⊠Neteyam, just like thatâŠplease⊠dont stop.â
The camera continues recording every part of your body, every thrust, every expression.
Your walls tighten around him as he pounds into you, you reach your climax, finger nails digging into his arms.
âFuck, (y/n) keep looking at me⊠Iâm so close.â He groans
His strokes slow down and stutter as he stays in you, filling you up with his warm seed.
The camera trembles slightly in his hand as his breathing turns heavy, the red light still blinking, capturing the way he pulls out of youâall of his cum dripping out of you.
Neteyam lets out a slow breath, finally pressing the button to stop the recording. The red light disappears, and for a moment he just looks at you â flushed, breathless, beautiful beneath him.
Without a word, he lays next to you and he wraps you in his arms, holding you close like he never wants to let you go. His chest is warm and steady against yours, and he rests his forehead gently on the side of your head.
âYouâre okay,â he murmurs softly, voice low and protective. âIâve got you princess .â
You nod, relaxing fully into him, still trembling a little from everything. âMm⊠yeah⊠Iâm okay,â you whisper.
His hands move over you, âIâm not going anywhere,â he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. âJust breathe⊠Iâve got you.â
You press your cheek to his chest, feeling the warmth and safety of him. After a quiet moment, he murmurs , âSpecial recording, huh?â
You let out a soft laugh, swatting lightly at his arm. âYouâre the one who suggested it.â
âBest idea Iâve ever had,â he says quietly.
His lips tug into a soft, mischievous smile. âI guess⊠if youâre feeling lonely while Iâm off with the war party⊠you could watch it.â
Your eyes widen, and a soft laugh escapes you. âNeteyam!â
His expression softens as he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. His hands move slower now, gentler â tracing patterns along your arms and your waist.
Every movement, every word, every kiss says the same thing: you are cherished, adored, and safe. With him, you feel completely seen, completely loved â the kind of man who would stay by your side through every storm, making sure youâre happy, comfortable, and protected.
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