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Car cleaned, legs shaved and neteyam x reader x ao’nung fan fic being posted soon. Life is good😭😭😭😭😭

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Caught in between

Pairing: Ao’nung x Metkayina! Reader x Neteyam

Word count: 4.9k

Synopsis: caught between someone you can’t 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? You’re 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 🩵

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The day the outsiders arrived, you weren’t very curious.

You had heard people talking about it in passing, whispers carrying between the clan—but you figured you’d find out eventually. It wasn’t important.

At least… not to you.

Until Tsireya found you.

“Let’s go see the visitors!” She excitedly tells you.

You don’t even look up at first.

“y/n,” she tries again. “Please come with me. I really want to meet new people.”

Then she pauses.

“This totally isn’t because one of them is super hot.”she giggles immediately after, like she can’t even take herself seriously.

That’s what makes you glance up.

You give her a look.

The kind that says you don’t believe her for a second.

“…Right.”

You go back to gathering the last herbs in your hand “Tsireya, they are outsiders im sure they wont even be here long.” You sighed, brushing dirt from your fingers.

“And I need to finish collecting these for your mother. I’m not interested in seeing this “hot” guy you’re suddenly obsessed with right now.”

She crouches next to you, her bright blue eyes widened, full of mischief. She grabs your hand… “Just for a moment,” she pleaded, voice softening but teasing all at once. “Cute guy… also has a cute brother~

You look at her—really look at her. You exhale from your nose dramatically “fine. A few minutes. Then I’m leaving.”

Tsireya squealed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away before you could change your mind.

When you start approaching the crowd your chest tightens—

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, “His brother is right there.”

And then … you saw him.

Tall. broad. From the forest in every way your home wasn’t.

His presence alone felt different. He was grounded. Confident. The sunlight caught his eyes just right —green mixing with gold—and you felt it, the unmistakable pull…

His eyes found yours almost instantly.

you didn’t look away.

And neither did he.

Tsireya nudged your side. “See? Told you. Cute and mysterious.” She giggled, practically jumping from excitement.

For a moment everything stilled.

Then—

“Careful.”

The voice came from behind you, laced with amusement. Annoyingly familiar.

Ao’nung.

The one who made you do all the wrong things. The one you’d sneak around with even after you two broke up. The one who was just bending you over, fucking you last week.

Your relationship with Ao’nung had’nt always been… complicated. You’d dated a year ago—real, intense, easy, —before it turned toxic and ended. At least tahts what you told yourselves…

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 continued—but 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.

“Didn’t think you cared this much about visitors,” he added.

“I don’t,” you replied quickly, turning back toward the group. Too quickly.

“Mm right.” He said, his gaze toward the forest boy for a second before landing back on you. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Your jaw tightened slightly. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

“Not really.” He replied

Of course not.

Before you could say anything else—

“Tsireya,” he called. “Father is asking for you.”

Then, after a brief pause, his eyes going back to you.

“And you.”

—

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 didn’t miss the way Ronal lingered nearby, her expression tight with disapproval. Still, she said nothing but her gaze said enough.

“Jake sully and his family will be staying with us. We must teach them our ways.”

Tonowari gestures for the three of you to stand next to him

“My son ao’nung, my daughter tsireya will show your children what to do. And this is y/n , not my daughter but she will also assist them.” He gives you a reassuring look.

Ao’nung—now visibly annoyed is quick to respond

“father, why do—“

“It is decided.” Tonowari sharply says to him.

Once it was settled , everyone begins going back to what they’ve been doing. While Tsireya eagerly starts walking the Sully’s around the village.

Before they leave the forest boy—the taller one gives you one last glance.

Your breath caught before he was gone.

You didn’t realize you were still watching him walk away until—

“Seriously?” A quiet scoff leaving ao’nungs mouth.

You turn around.

Ao’nung stands there, one brow raised, looking down at you.

“What?” You snap.

“Nothing, just… you’re staring.” He said almost questioning .

You rolled your eyes immediately, turning away from him. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Right.” he muttered, unconvinced.

You turn towards him, this time miredaring “are you jealous?”

He scoffs. “Jealous of that forest freak? Definitely not. I know what’s mine.”

Before you could bite back, Tonowari’s voice cut in.

“You two.”

You both straightened slightly, attention immediately back to him.

“There is more to discuss. Follow me.”

Ao’nung 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 gaze…

—

Later that night, the cool breeze hums through the air, brushing against your skin, as you sit beside Tsireya—too caught up in your thoughts to fully pay attention while she eagerly tells you the names of the children, her attention mostly dwelling on Lo’ak .

“So there’s Tuk, Lo’ak~, Kiri, and then the oldest… Neteyam,” she said.

Neteyam.

The name lingered in your mind longer than it should have. You didn’t know why it caught you off guard—or maybe you did.

“The whole family is very sweet, and Lo’ak is such a tease—hello? y/n, are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, sorry. Just tired,” you said.

She tilted her head, her expression chnged to a teasing way that made you laugh. “Mm-hmm. tired, huh? Or just still thinking about my brother?”

you stiffened. “…Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on,” she said, nudging you lightly. “I know you’re not over each other. Everyone knows”

Your cheeks heat up “I’m not—”

“—still hung up?” she cut in before you could finish. “Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that. But honestly, y/n, you need to stop acting like he’s the only boy in the reef for you. Maybe you should pay a little attention to Neteyam—he seems better for you.”

You swallowed, your heart stuttering.

Tsireya had no idea. Not a clue that you and Ao’nung were still sneaking around. It made her teasing harder to handle.

You rolled your eyes, letting out a defeated sigh. “Fine. Fine. I’ll think about it.”

“Good!” she said, clapping happily.

“ tomorrow, we teach the Sullys. Don’t get distracted by the new heartthrobs—or your ex boyfriend.”

you let out a quiet sigh, shaking your head at yourself. Definitely.

—

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 Ao’nung outside, talking to a girl—they’re close, too close. Their bodies are close together, voices low. It’s something that made your stomach hurt. Making your whole world tilt.

And before either of them can notice you, you turn—quickly—and 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 surface—uninvited. The way things used to be with Ao’nung 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.

—

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 then…

He showed up outside your marui like he always did—quiet taps against the entrance, waiting because he knew you’d let him in.

You always did.

“What do you want?” you whispered, pulling him inside quickly.

“You,” he said simply.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

“Mm,” he hummed, stepping closer. “And you still let me in.” He pulls you into a kiss—slow, making you melt into him. Your nails lightly scratch his back as he presses against you

“You shouldn’t be here,” you murmured between kisses, though neither of you moved apart. “We’re going to get caught.”

He hums against your mouth “i don’t care.”

You slowly pull away…

He frowns and his eyes soften. “Hey… what’s wrong?

“Ao’nung…” you hesitate

“I saw you with that girl earlier…” you say quietly.

“She’s just a friend. he says immediately, eyes locking on yours. “ i swear—I’ve never done anything with her.”

you look away, annoyed and flustered , trying to keep your composure.

“What?” he said, gripping your chin gently, eyes searching yours. “You want me to stop coming? Want me all to yourself?”

the question hit harder than it should have.

“…No,” you admitted quietly.

he leaned in again, this time letting his lips trace against your jawline, his teeth grazing your skin. “Then don’t push me away.”

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.

“Fuck-“ 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, biting—never gentle, but never hurting you either. Every touch sends shivers through you. Making it impossible for you to thibk straight.

“y/n, you feel so good. So wet for me,” his voice low and possessive. His hands pull at your top until there’s nothing left. He lets out a short “wow” at the sight of you and you flush at his praise.

“Im gonna make you feel so good baby.” He whispers in your ear..

You reach down to stroke him— already hard, his tip glistening with precum.

As he finally enters you, it’s slow,passionate —he 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.

“Please… don’t stop, Ao’nung,” you moan, your voice filled with need.

“I won’t,” he whispers, hand sliding up to cup your tits, thumb brushing over your nipple. “You’re mine to touch, mine to fuck. Yes?”

“Yes… yes ao’nung !” you cry, head falling back as waves of pleasure run through your.

He leans down, lips brushing your ear. “Say it again. Tell me you’re mine, right here, right now baby.”

“I’m yours ao’nung… all yours,” you moan, voice breaking.

“Good girl,” he groans, thrusting harder, holding you in place with one hand on your hip, the other tangled in your hair. “ fuck—youre so tight.“

Your moans grow louder, your entire body shaking under the intensity. “Ao’nung, fuck—yes!”

“You love when I take you like this. Only me. Nobody else.”

“Yes… only you,” you gasp, completely undone.

He thrusts harder, faster, every motion deliberate following his possessive murmurs. “That’s right baby. Come for me.“

“Ao’nung…” You continue pressing yourself against him as he slams into you. finishing with a loud moan, your nails deep in his shoulders.

“yes baby, such a good girl.” He says

He’s still moving inside you, slow at first, then faster, harder, every thrust pushing you past your limits.

“Shit… I’m gonna—fuck, y/n,” he groans, slowing slightly, gripping you tighter. His forehead sweaty against your temple.

“Where… where do you want me to finish?” he asks, voice low but cautious, searching your eyes.

“…In me,” you whisper, almost without thinking.

He freezes. His eyes widen with shock and disbelief. “Wait… what?”

“In me,” you repeat, voice steadier this time, but you don’t elaborate.

He stares at you. “Are you… sure?” His thumb brushes your cheek lightly, almost tenderly.

You don’t 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:

“Fuck it,” he growls, tightening his grip on your hips. “You’re mine anyway.”

his hips stutter , slowly moving, that does it— spilling his seed all inside you. he shudders above you, pressing close, still holding you possessively against him.

“Are you okay?” He asks , burying his face in your neck.

“…Yeah,” you whisper, catching your breath. “I’m okay.”

“Good,” he mutters. Breathing against your neck

“You’re… exhausting,” he groans, kissing yoi lightly. “And perfect. So fucking perfect.”

You laugh weakly. “You’re the exhausting one.

“So… nobody else touches you like this, huh?” His tone is teasing, but the edge of jealousy is clear.

“Maybe,” you whisper, biting your lip.

“…Maybe?” he repeats, pulling back just enough to look at you

You shrug, trying to look unbothered. “You’re not the only one who gets attention Ao’nung.”

There’s an expression of jealousy in his face.

“Don’t play with me,” he murmurs, voice low, but not angry—just playful. “You know I don’t like that.”

You tilt your head, meeting his gaze. “Um. You don’t get to act like you don’t flirt with half the reef either.”

“Yeah… but I’m never this close with anyone else,” he mutters, brushing his nose along your cheek.

“Yeah right.” You tease playfully

There’s tension there—but something softer underneath it too.

His forehead rests against yours.

“are you staying..or sneaking out?” You murmur eyes half lidded, and your voice laced withsleep.

“not tonight,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Just relax…we won’t get caught.”

Then, softer—almost like it slips out—

“…You sleep better like this anyway.”

You don’t 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.

Ao’nung was still there, tangled up with you, warm and heavy against your side. For a brief, stolen moment, the world outside didn’t exist.

Then reality hit.

“Shit,” you muttered, sitting up abruptly. “We’re going to be late.”

He groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled, his voice groggy.

“No,” you snapped, though your voice was half amused. “We’re already late. The Sullys are expecting us, and your father will not be happy if we’re not there on time. It will look suspicious if we’re both late.”

Ao’nung finally sat up, a smirk appears on his face, looking at you with that possessive glint in his eyes. “You look… good when you’re panicking,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You glared at him. “You—stop smiling. We have work to do.”

He leaned closer, his voice low, teasing. “We have time. Just… one more minute.”

“No,” you said firmly, though part of you wanted to let him have it. “We’re late. Move.”

With a dramatic groan, he lifted himself up, but not without planting one last kiss on your lips. “You’re mine,” he reminded you, just to make sure.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the blush creeping across your cheeks. “Yeah, yeah,” 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 ao’nung to ease any suspicion.

And when you arrive you lead everyone to the water’s edge to begin their very first lesson in learning way of the water—your home.

You start. “Alright! Today we will begin with—“

But before you could say another word, Lo’ak and Neteyam plunged into the water with loud whoops, splashing water and laughing

You can’t 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 details—the plants that glow beneath you, the creatures that dart between the reef. And from the way they watch, completely fascinated , you know they’re already falling in love with it.

Ao’nung and Rotxo appear slicing through the water, catching up faster than the others. You barely spare Ao’nung a glance—but you can’t miss the surprise on his face,

Rotxo leans closer to him, whispering something low. Ao’nung’s expression tightens slightly.

Behind you all, the others struggled to keep up. Ao’nung signs to you, Tsireya, and Rotxo: They’re too slow. They’re not good swimmers.

You shot him a look, signing back just as quickly: They are learning.

Tsireya nodded beside you, repeating the same.

Ao’nung rolled his eyes but said nothing more.

Now swimming above the surface, Tuk shouts, “You guys are too fast! We can’t keep up!”

You giggle softly. “Okay, let’s begin with some breathing lessons.”

While Tsireya demonstrates the basics, you drift toward Neteyam.

“Having fun?” you ask, nudging him lightly.

“So much,” he replies, sarcasm slightly in his voice.

“You have a way with them,” he adds quietly.

You blinked at him. “They’re great already—it’s easy to teach them.”

“Do you have siblings too?,” he asked

The question made you pause.

“No…. I dont” you admitted, letting yourself relax a little. “My parents died when I was very young, so I’ve always just been close to Tsireya’s family—they practically raised me.

His gaze softened slightly, warm and understanding and for a moment…you felt comfortable.

“Im sorry so sorry to hear that. You must be very grateful to have amazing people around you…” he says softly.

“ yeah it’s hard sometimes but im managing. It’s not always bad.” You add, forcing a small smile.

He smiles at that, then—without thinking—his hand touches your shoulder.

You tense slightly at the contact, caught off guard, a faint flush creeping on yourb face

“Im here, you know,” he says softly. “If you ever need someone to talk to. Or just… my company.”

You look at him, swallowing the sudden tightness in your chest.

“Thank you,” you murmur, quickly forcing yourself to change the topic.

“And… You carry a lot of responsibility,” you said, nodding towards his siblings and the way he watched them.

He glances at them, then back at you. “I try.”

“It shows,” you say simply.

For a moment, it’s quiet. Just the sound of water, the distant laughter of the others. Something calm. the mutual understanding settles between you two.

“Swim back to shore with me?” you ask, voice softer now, like you don’t want to ruin whatever this is.

He nods.

And just like that, you both move—swimming through the water side by side.

but when you reach the shore, there is no more laughter— the others have already wandered off. leaving just you, Neteyam…

…and Ao’nung.

Ao’nung stands a few feet away, his arms crossed, shoulders relaxed, his eyes immediately find Neteyam’s before yours.

“Not bad for some tree swingers.” Ao’nung remarks, eyeing neteyam up and down.

Neteyams face flickers with confusion. Almost saying something before you

“They’re learning,” you said frustration creeping in

“are you just here to be annoying?”

Ao’nung walks closer

“You like when I’m annoying.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Mm,” he hums, eyes dragging over you—slow, deliberate, lingering just a second too long. “Could’ve sworn you did.”

You ignore that, jaw tightening slightly. “If you’re not helping, then don’t say anything.”

“I am helping,” he shoots back. “I’m telling you they’re weak swimmers.”

“And i said they’re learning,” you repeat, sharper this time.

His eyes move past you—to Neteyam standing just behind your shoulder.

“You seem… patient with them,” he says slowly, tone changing just enough for you to notice.

You narrow your eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs, trying to be casual. “Nothing. Just didn’t think you had that in you.”

You scoff. “Maybe I just don’t have patience for you.”

He laughs. “Yeah?” he murmurs, stepping just a little closer only a whisper you can hear. “Didn’t seem like that last night… when you let me take my time with you.”

Your face heats instantly. “Okay! Can you shut up?” you yell, cutting him off before Neteyam can hear.

Then his eyes move—again—to Neteyam.

And that’s when you’ve had enough.ao’nung is too close, pressing too much with his words. You need to get away.

You turn away, walking back toward Neteyam.

Behind you, Ao’nung’s voice follows, lower—meant only for you:

“Don’t let me catch him getting too comfortable.”

Before you completely walk away,

“Or what?” you toss back

“…You know exactly what.”

You roll your eyes.

By the time you’re close enough to Neteyam to feel normal again,

“Unbelievable— I can’t anymore. He’s so annoying,” you muttered under your breath, annoyed and embarrassed.

Neteyam didn’t respond right away.

When you glanced at him, he was already looking at you.

“You two don’t seem very fond of each other,” he said laughing lightly.

You huff lightly. “What gave it away?”

A faint hint of amusement crossed his face,

“I can tell you tease each other,” he continued, “but… not in a friendly way.” A small pause. “More like you actually don’t like each other.”

Your heart stopped for just a second.

You look away embarrassed ,“Something like that.”

It wasn’t really an answer.

But it was enough. For now

Neteyam didn’t push any further—though the curiosity in his eyes didn’t fade. “I see.”

You offered a small nod, turning back to ocean. The waves lapped gently at your feet.

And you could feel it.

Neteyam’s gaze lingering on you.

Like he knew there was more.

And he was going to find out—eventually.

[swoolvr]

Caught in between

Pairing: Ao’nung x Metkayina! Reader x Neteyam

Word count: 4.9k

Synopsis: caught between someone you can’t 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? You’re 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 🩵

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The day the outsiders arrived, you weren’t very curious.

You had heard people talking about it in passing, whispers carrying between the clan—but you figured you’d find out eventually. It wasn’t important.

At least… not to you.

Until Tsireya found you.

“Let’s go see the visitors!” She excitedly tells you.

You don’t even look up at first.

“y/n,” she tries again. “Please come with me. I really want to meet new people.”

Then she pauses.

“This totally isn’t because one of them is super hot.”she giggles immediately after, like she can’t even take herself seriously.

That’s what makes you glance up.

You give her a look.

The kind that says you don’t believe her for a second.

“…Right.”

You go back to gathering the last herbs in your hand “Tsireya, they are outsiders im sure they wont even be here long.” You sighed, brushing dirt from your fingers.

“And I need to finish collecting these for your mother. I’m not interested in seeing this “hot” guy you’re suddenly obsessed with right now.”

She crouches next to you, her bright blue eyes widened, full of mischief. She grabs your hand… “Just for a moment,” she pleaded, voice softening but teasing all at once. “Cute guy… also has a cute brother~

You look at her—really look at her. You exhale from your nose dramatically “fine. A few minutes. Then I’m leaving.”

Tsireya squealed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away before you could change your mind.

When you start approaching the crowd your chest tightens—

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, “His brother is right there.”

And then … you saw him.

Tall. broad. From the forest in every way your home wasn’t.

His presence alone felt different. He was grounded. Confident. The sunlight caught his eyes just right —green mixing with gold—and you felt it, the unmistakable pull…

His eyes found yours almost instantly.

you didn’t look away.

And neither did he.

Tsireya nudged your side. “See? Told you. Cute and mysterious.” She giggled, practically jumping from excitement.

For a moment everything stilled.

Then—

“Careful.”

The voice came from behind you, laced with amusement. Annoyingly familiar.

Ao’nung.

The one who made you do all the wrong things. The one you’d sneak around with even after you two broke up. The one who was just bending you over, fucking you last week.

Your relationship with Ao’nung had’nt always been… complicated. You’d dated a year ago—real, intense, easy, —before it turned toxic and ended. At least tahts what you told yourselves…

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 continued—but 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.

“Didn’t think you cared this much about visitors,” he added.

“I don’t,” you replied quickly, turning back toward the group. Too quickly.

“Mm right.” He said, his gaze toward the forest boy for a second before landing back on you. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Your jaw tightened slightly. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

“Not really.” He replied

Of course not.

Before you could say anything else—

“Tsireya,” he called. “Father is asking for you.”

Then, after a brief pause, his eyes going back to you.

“And you.”

—

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 didn’t miss the way Ronal lingered nearby, her expression tight with disapproval. Still, she said nothing but her gaze said enough.

“Jake sully and his family will be staying with us. We must teach them our ways.”

Tonowari gestures for the three of you to stand next to him

“My son ao’nung, my daughter tsireya will show your children what to do. And this is y/n , not my daughter but she will also assist them.” He gives you a reassuring look.

Ao’nung—now visibly annoyed is quick to respond

“father, why do—“

“It is decided.” Tonowari sharply says to him.

Once it was settled , everyone begins going back to what they’ve been doing. While Tsireya eagerly starts walking the Sully’s around the village.

Before they leave the forest boy—the taller one gives you one last glance.

Your breath caught before he was gone.

You didn’t realize you were still watching him walk away until—

“Seriously?” A quiet scoff leaving ao’nungs mouth.

You turn around.

Ao’nung stands there, one brow raised, looking down at you.

“What?” You snap.

“Nothing, just… you’re staring.” He said almost questioning .

You rolled your eyes immediately, turning away from him. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Right.” he muttered, unconvinced.

You turn towards him, this time miredaring “are you jealous?”

He scoffs. “Jealous of that forest freak? Definitely not. I know what’s mine.”

Before you could bite back, Tonowari’s voice cut in.

“You two.”

You both straightened slightly, attention immediately back to him.

“There is more to discuss. Follow me.”

Ao’nung 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 gaze…

—

Later that night, the cool breeze hums through the air, brushing against your skin, as you sit beside Tsireya—too caught up in your thoughts to fully pay attention while she eagerly tells you the names of the children, her attention mostly dwelling on Lo’ak .

“So there’s Tuk, Lo’ak~, Kiri, and then the oldest… Neteyam,” she said.

Neteyam.

The name lingered in your mind longer than it should have. You didn’t know why it caught you off guard—or maybe you did.

“The whole family is very sweet, and Lo’ak is such a tease—hello? y/n, are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, sorry. Just tired,” you said.

She tilted her head, her expression chnged to a teasing way that made you laugh. “Mm-hmm. tired, huh? Or just still thinking about my brother?”

you stiffened. “…Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on,” she said, nudging you lightly. “I know you’re not over each other. Everyone knows”

Your cheeks heat up “I’m not—”

“—still hung up?” she cut in before you could finish. “Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that. But honestly, y/n, you need to stop acting like he’s the only boy in the reef for you. Maybe you should pay a little attention to Neteyam—he seems better for you.”

You swallowed, your heart stuttering.

Tsireya had no idea. Not a clue that you and Ao’nung were still sneaking around. It made her teasing harder to handle.

You rolled your eyes, letting out a defeated sigh. “Fine. Fine. I’ll think about it.”

“Good!” she said, clapping happily.

“ tomorrow, we teach the Sullys. Don’t get distracted by the new heartthrobs—or your ex boyfriend.”

you let out a quiet sigh, shaking your head at yourself. Definitely.

—

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 Ao’nung outside, talking to a girl—they’re close, too close. Their bodies are close together, voices low. It’s something that made your stomach hurt. Making your whole world tilt.

And before either of them can notice you, you turn—quickly—and 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 surface—uninvited. The way things used to be with Ao’nung 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.

—

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 then…

He showed up outside your marui like he always did—quiet taps against the entrance, waiting because he knew you’d let him in.

You always did.

“What do you want?” you whispered, pulling him inside quickly.

“You,” he said simply.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

“Mm,” he hummed, stepping closer. “And you still let me in.” He pulls you into a kiss—slow, making you melt into him. Your nails lightly scratch his back as he presses against you

“You shouldn’t be here,” you murmured between kisses, though neither of you moved apart. “We’re going to get caught.”

He hums against your mouth “i don’t care.”

You slowly pull away…

He frowns and his eyes soften. “Hey… what’s wrong?

“Ao’nung…” you hesitate

“I saw you with that girl earlier…” you say quietly.

“She’s just a friend. he says immediately, eyes locking on yours. “ i swear—I’ve never done anything with her.”

you look away, annoyed and flustered , trying to keep your composure.

“What?” he said, gripping your chin gently, eyes searching yours. “You want me to stop coming? Want me all to yourself?”

the question hit harder than it should have.

“…No,” you admitted quietly.

he leaned in again, this time letting his lips trace against your jawline, his teeth grazing your skin. “Then don’t push me away.”

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.

“Fuck-“ 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, biting—never gentle, but never hurting you either. Every touch sends shivers through you. Making it impossible for you to thibk straight.

“y/n, you feel so good. So wet for me,” his voice low and possessive. His hands pull at your top until there’s nothing left. He lets out a short “wow” at the sight of you and you flush at his praise.

“Im gonna make you feel so good baby.” He whispers in your ear..

You reach down to stroke him— already hard, his tip glistening with precum.

As he finally enters you, it’s slow,passionate —he 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.

“Please… don’t stop, Ao’nung,” you moan, your voice filled with need.

“I won’t,” he whispers, hand sliding up to cup your tits, thumb brushing over your nipple. “You’re mine to touch, mine to fuck. Yes?”

“Yes… yes ao’nung !” you cry, head falling back as waves of pleasure run through your.

He leans down, lips brushing your ear. “Say it again. Tell me you’re mine, right here, right now baby.”

“I’m yours ao’nung… all yours,” you moan, voice breaking.

“Good girl,” he groans, thrusting harder, holding you in place with one hand on your hip, the other tangled in your hair. “ fuck—youre so tight.“

Your moans grow louder, your entire body shaking under the intensity. “Ao’nung, fuck—yes!”

“You love when I take you like this. Only me. Nobody else.”

“Yes… only you,” you gasp, completely undone.

He thrusts harder, faster, every motion deliberate following his possessive murmurs. “That’s right baby. Come for me.“

“Ao’nung…” You continue pressing yourself against him as he slams into you. finishing with a loud moan, your nails deep in his shoulders.

“yes baby, such a good girl.” He says

He’s still moving inside you, slow at first, then faster, harder, every thrust pushing you past your limits.

“Shit… I’m gonna—fuck, y/n,” he groans, slowing slightly, gripping you tighter. His forehead sweaty against your temple.

“Where… where do you want me to finish?” he asks, voice low but cautious, searching your eyes.

“…In me,” you whisper, almost without thinking.

He freezes. His eyes widen with shock and disbelief. “Wait… what?”

“In me,” you repeat, voice steadier this time, but you don’t elaborate.

He stares at you. “Are you… sure?” His thumb brushes your cheek lightly, almost tenderly.

You don’t 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:

“Fuck it,” he growls, tightening his grip on your hips. “You’re mine anyway.”

his hips stutter , slowly moving, that does it— spilling his seed all inside you. he shudders above you, pressing close, still holding you possessively against him.

“Are you okay?” He asks , burying his face in your neck.

“…Yeah,” you whisper, catching your breath. “I’m okay.”

“Good,” he mutters. Breathing against your neck

“You’re… exhausting,” he groans, kissing yoi lightly. “And perfect. So fucking perfect.”

You laugh weakly. “You’re the exhausting one.

“So… nobody else touches you like this, huh?” His tone is teasing, but the edge of jealousy is clear.

“Maybe,” you whisper, biting your lip.

“…Maybe?” he repeats, pulling back just enough to look at you

You shrug, trying to look unbothered. “You’re not the only one who gets attention Ao’nung.”

There’s an expression of jealousy in his face.

“Don’t play with me,” he murmurs, voice low, but not angry—just playful. “You know I don’t like that.”

You tilt your head, meeting his gaze. “Um. You don’t get to act like you don’t flirt with half the reef either.”

“Yeah… but I’m never this close with anyone else,” he mutters, brushing his nose along your cheek.

“Yeah right.” You tease playfully

There’s tension there—but something softer underneath it too.

His forehead rests against yours.

“are you staying..or sneaking out?” You murmur eyes half lidded, and your voice laced withsleep.

“not tonight,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Just relax…we won’t get caught.”

Then, softer—almost like it slips out—

“…You sleep better like this anyway.”

You don’t 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.

Ao’nung was still there, tangled up with you, warm and heavy against your side. For a brief, stolen moment, the world outside didn’t exist.

Then reality hit.

“Shit,” you muttered, sitting up abruptly. “We’re going to be late.”

He groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled, his voice groggy.

“No,” you snapped, though your voice was half amused. “We’re already late. The Sullys are expecting us, and your father will not be happy if we’re not there on time. It will look suspicious if we’re both late.”

Ao’nung finally sat up, a smirk appears on his face, looking at you with that possessive glint in his eyes. “You look… good when you’re panicking,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You glared at him. “You—stop smiling. We have work to do.”

He leaned closer, his voice low, teasing. “We have time. Just… one more minute.”

“No,” you said firmly, though part of you wanted to let him have it. “We’re late. Move.”

With a dramatic groan, he lifted himself up, but not without planting one last kiss on your lips. “You’re mine,” he reminded you, just to make sure.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the blush creeping across your cheeks. “Yeah, yeah,” 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 ao’nung to ease any suspicion.

And when you arrive you lead everyone to the water’s edge to begin their very first lesson in learning way of the water—your home.

You start. “Alright! Today we will begin with—“

But before you could say another word, Lo’ak and Neteyam plunged into the water with loud whoops, splashing water and laughing

You can’t 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 details—the plants that glow beneath you, the creatures that dart between the reef. And from the way they watch, completely fascinated , you know they’re already falling in love with it.

Ao’nung and Rotxo appear slicing through the water, catching up faster than the others. You barely spare Ao’nung a glance—but you can’t miss the surprise on his face,

Rotxo leans closer to him, whispering something low. Ao’nung’s expression tightens slightly.

Behind you all, the others struggled to keep up. Ao’nung signs to you, Tsireya, and Rotxo: They’re too slow. They’re not good swimmers.

You shot him a look, signing back just as quickly: They are learning.

Tsireya nodded beside you, repeating the same.

Ao’nung rolled his eyes but said nothing more.

Now swimming above the surface, Tuk shouts, “You guys are too fast! We can’t keep up!”

You giggle softly. “Okay, let’s begin with some breathing lessons.”

While Tsireya demonstrates the basics, you drift toward Neteyam.

“Having fun?” you ask, nudging him lightly.

“So much,” he replies, sarcasm slightly in his voice.

“You have a way with them,” he adds quietly.

You blinked at him. “They’re great already—it’s easy to teach them.”

“Do you have siblings too?,” he asked

The question made you pause.

“No…. I dont” you admitted, letting yourself relax a little. “My parents died when I was very young, so I’ve always just been close to Tsireya’s family—they practically raised me.

His gaze softened slightly, warm and understanding and for a moment…you felt comfortable.

“Im sorry so sorry to hear that. You must be very grateful to have amazing people around you…” he says softly.

“ yeah it’s hard sometimes but im managing. It’s not always bad.” You add, forcing a small smile.

He smiles at that, then—without thinking—his hand touches your shoulder.

You tense slightly at the contact, caught off guard, a faint flush creeping on yourb face

“Im here, you know,” he says softly. “If you ever need someone to talk to. Or just… my company.”

You look at him, swallowing the sudden tightness in your chest.

“Thank you,” you murmur, quickly forcing yourself to change the topic.

“And… You carry a lot of responsibility,” you said, nodding towards his siblings and the way he watched them.

He glances at them, then back at you. “I try.”

“It shows,” you say simply.

For a moment, it’s quiet. Just the sound of water, the distant laughter of the others. Something calm. the mutual understanding settles between you two.

“Swim back to shore with me?” you ask, voice softer now, like you don’t want to ruin whatever this is.

He nods.

And just like that, you both move—swimming through the water side by side.

but when you reach the shore, there is no more laughter— the others have already wandered off. leaving just you, Neteyam…

…and Ao’nung.

Ao’nung stands a few feet away, his arms crossed, shoulders relaxed, his eyes immediately find Neteyam’s before yours.

“Not bad for some tree swingers.” Ao’nung remarks, eyeing neteyam up and down.

Neteyams face flickers with confusion. Almost saying something before you

“They’re learning,” you said frustration creeping in

“are you just here to be annoying?”

Ao’nung walks closer

“You like when I’m annoying.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Mm,” he hums, eyes dragging over you—slow, deliberate, lingering just a second too long. “Could’ve sworn you did.”

You ignore that, jaw tightening slightly. “If you’re not helping, then don’t say anything.”

“I am helping,” he shoots back. “I’m telling you they’re weak swimmers.”

“And i said they’re learning,” you repeat, sharper this time.

His eyes move past you—to Neteyam standing just behind your shoulder.

“You seem… patient with them,” he says slowly, tone changing just enough for you to notice.

You narrow your eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs, trying to be casual. “Nothing. Just didn’t think you had that in you.”

You scoff. “Maybe I just don’t have patience for you.”

He laughs. “Yeah?” he murmurs, stepping just a little closer only a whisper you can hear. “Didn’t seem like that last night… when you let me take my time with you.”

Your face heats instantly. “Okay! Can you shut up?” you yell, cutting him off before Neteyam can hear.

Then his eyes move—again—to Neteyam.

And that’s when you’ve had enough.ao’nung is too close, pressing too much with his words. You need to get away.

You turn away, walking back toward Neteyam.

Behind you, Ao’nung’s voice follows, lower—meant only for you:

“Don’t let me catch him getting too comfortable.”

Before you completely walk away,

“Or what?” you toss back

“…You know exactly what.”

You roll your eyes.

By the time you’re close enough to Neteyam to feel normal again,

“Unbelievable— I can’t anymore. He’s so annoying,” you muttered under your breath, annoyed and embarrassed.

Neteyam didn’t respond right away.

When you glanced at him, he was already looking at you.

“You two don’t seem very fond of each other,” he said laughing lightly.

You huff lightly. “What gave it away?”

A faint hint of amusement crossed his face,

“I can tell you tease each other,” he continued, “but… not in a friendly way.” A small pause. “More like you actually don’t like each other.”

Your heart stopped for just a second.

You look away embarrassed ,“Something like that.”

It wasn’t really an answer.

But it was enough. For now

Neteyam didn’t push any further—though the curiosity in his eyes didn’t fade. “I see.”

You offered a small nod, turning back to ocean. The waves lapped gently at your feet.

And you could feel it.

Neteyam’s gaze lingering on you.

Like he knew there was more.

And he was going to find out—eventually.

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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 tsahík. 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 ..?

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Thinking about neteyam, everyone act surprised

[swoolvr]

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 it— this theme was inspired by an ao’nung fic i read a few weeks ago! I hope you guys enjoy it just as much as i enjoyed writing it!

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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.

“A child?” 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.

“Are you certain?” he asked, voice gentle.

“Yes.”

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.

“Neteyam,” you protested once as he snatched a bundle of woven cloth from your arms, “I am still capable of carrying things.”

“You are carrying something far more important,” he replied without hesitation.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t 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.

“Our child will be stubborn,” he said one night.

“Like you?” you teased.

He scoffed softly.

“No. Like you.”

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.

“I keep thinking about how lucky I am.” He whispers

Your chest warmed at the words.

He pulls out a small wooden bead, carefully carved and smoothed.

“For the baby,” he said excitedly.

Your breath caught.

“You already made something?”

You reached out, tracing the delicate carvings along the bead.

It was beautiful.

Neteyam shifted himself .

“ do you like it? We could add it to their song—”

You wrapped your arms around him before he could finish.

“I love it.”

Neteyam getting closer to you, pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before resting his head beside yours.

“Eywa has blessed us,” 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 wasn’t 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.

“No…,” you whispered under your breath.

Neteyam stirred immediately.

His eyes blinked open as he noticed the way you were positioned .

“Baby? What is wrong?”

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.

“Hey—hey, look at me.”

His hands gently cupped your face, panic already rising in his voice.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” He urged, his voice with panic.

“I… I do not know,” you whispered weakly.

Another wave of pain tore through you. This time you a cry escaped your lips.

Neteyam’s eyes darted back to the blood staining the woven mat.

For a moment, he froze.

“No,” he breathed.

His heart sank.

“I am sorry,” you whispered. Tears filling your eyes. You let it all go.

His head snapped toward you.

“Do not say that!”

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.

“Neteyam.”

He didn’t look up immediately.

The blade scraped against the stone again.

And again.

“Neteyam,” you said more firmly.

Finally he lifted his gaze.

“What is it?”

The distance in his voice made your stomach twist.

You crossed your arms.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

His brows pulled together slightly.

“I am talking to you.”

“No,” you said quietly. “You are not.”

The tension between you thickened.

Neteyam looked away again, jaw tightening.

“Seriously? Right now? I do not know what you want me to say y/n.”

Your frustration finally took over.

“Anything!” you snapped. “You act as if nothing happened!”

The words hung in the air.

Neteyam’s head snapped back toward you.

His eyes darkened.

“You think that is easy for me?” he said, his voice rising for the first time.

Your hand rested on your chest as tears filled your eyes.

“Then why do you keep pushing me away? You wont even look at me!”

Neteyam suddenly stood.

The blade clattered onto the ground as he ran a frustrated hand through his braids.

“Im not pushing you away—every time I look at you,” he said hoarsely, “I remember what I lost. What we were supposed to have.”

The words hit you like a slap.

Your voice trembled.

“So you blame me for this?”

Neteyam froze.

“What?”

“You think this is my fault.”

“I never said that.”

“You did not have to!” you cried.

The hurt in your voice cut deeper than any blade.

Neteyam’s anger faltered immediately.

“I would never blame you,” he said.

Silence fell again.

For the first time since it happened, Neteyam’s composure broke.

His shoulders trembled as he dragged a hand across his face.

“I failed you y/n,” he whispered “i failed to protect our baby.”

Neteyam looked down ,his chest feeling suddenly hollow.

The future he had begun to picture was gone.

Something inside you shattered at the words.

“Neteyam… 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 .”

You stepped forward slowly, wrapping your arms around him.

“That is what a father does” you whispered

“One day,” you said quietly, “Eywa will bless us again. And when that day comes, our child will have the strongest, most loving father in all of Pandora.”

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.

[swoolvr]

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 it— this theme was inspired by an ao’nung fic i read a few weeks ago! I hope you guys enjoy it just as much as i enjoyed writing it!

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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.

“A child?” 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.

“Are you certain?” he asked, voice gentle.

“Yes.”

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.

“Neteyam,” you protested once as he snatched a bundle of woven cloth from your arms, “I am still capable of carrying things.”

“You are carrying something far more important,” he replied without hesitation.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t 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.

“Our child will be stubborn,” he said one night.

“Like you?” you teased.

He scoffed softly.

“No. Like you.”

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.

“I keep thinking about how lucky I am.” He whispers

Your chest warmed at the words.

He pulls out a small wooden bead, carefully carved and smoothed.

“For the baby,” he said excitedly.

Your breath caught.

“You already made something?”

You reached out, tracing the delicate carvings along the bead.

It was beautiful.

Neteyam shifted himself .

“ do you like it? We could add it to their song—”

You wrapped your arms around him before he could finish.

“I love it.”

Neteyam getting closer to you, pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before resting his head beside yours.

“Eywa has blessed us,” 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 wasn’t 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.

“No…,” you whispered under your breath.

Neteyam stirred immediately.

His eyes blinked open as he noticed the way you were positioned .

“Baby? What is wrong?”

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.

“Hey—hey, look at me.”

His hands gently cupped your face, panic already rising in his voice.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” He urged, his voice with panic.

“I… I do not know,” you whispered weakly.

Another wave of pain tore through you. This time you a cry escaped your lips.

Neteyam’s eyes darted back to the blood staining the woven mat.

For a moment, he froze.

“No,” he breathed.

His heart sank.

“I am sorry,” you whispered. Tears filling your eyes. You let it all go.

His head snapped toward you.

“Do not say that!”

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.

“Neteyam.”

He didn’t look up immediately.

The blade scraped against the stone again.

And again.

“Neteyam,” you said more firmly.

Finally he lifted his gaze.

“What is it?”

The distance in his voice made your stomach twist.

You crossed your arms.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

His brows pulled together slightly.

“I am talking to you.”

“No,” you said quietly. “You are not.”

The tension between you thickened.

Neteyam looked away again, jaw tightening.

“Seriously? Right now? I do not know what you want me to say y/n.”

Your frustration finally took over.

“Anything!” you snapped. “You act as if nothing happened!”

The words hung in the air.

Neteyam’s head snapped back toward you.

His eyes darkened.

“You think that is easy for me?” he said, his voice rising for the first time.

Your hand rested on your chest as tears filled your eyes.

“Then why do you keep pushing me away? You wont even look at me!”

Neteyam suddenly stood.

The blade clattered onto the ground as he ran a frustrated hand through his braids.

“Im not pushing you away—every time I look at you,” he said hoarsely, “I remember what I lost. What we were supposed to have.”

The words hit you like a slap.

Your voice trembled.

“So you blame me for this?”

Neteyam froze.

“What?”

“You think this is my fault.”

“I never said that.”

“You did not have to!” you cried.

The hurt in your voice cut deeper than any blade.

Neteyam’s anger faltered immediately.

“I would never blame you,” he said.

Silence fell again.

For the first time since it happened, Neteyam’s composure broke.

His shoulders trembled as he dragged a hand across his face.

“I failed you y/n,” he whispered “i failed to protect our baby.”

Neteyam looked down ,his chest feeling suddenly hollow.

The future he had begun to picture was gone.

Something inside you shattered at the words.

“Neteyam… 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 .”

You stepped forward slowly, wrapping your arms around him.

“That is what a father does” you whispered

“One day,” you said quietly, “Eywa will bless us again. And when that day comes, our child will have the strongest, most loving father in all of Pandora.”

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.

[swoolvr]

Almost you

pairing: Neteyam x Metkayina!reader

contents: mild angst, jealousy, love triangle, kissing, emotional conflict, romantic tension

word count: 3,000+

note: hiii! It’s been a while since I last posted. I’ve been super busy and I just wanted to post before I go out of town this weekend. this fic is a bit rushed because I’ve had it rotting in my notes app 😭 nonetheless I hope you guys enjoy this. I don’t know what made me have this idea I tried to make it work so forgive me if it isn’t the best but hey, I’m just having fun😝🩵 thank you guys!

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You’ve always silently loved Neteyam.

But you never said a word. Not because you didn’t want him to know, but because he was your best friend. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship —or the bond you had with his family. And, truthfully, you were intimidated.

He’s the golden boy . Everyone loves him. All the girls—everyone—seems drawn to him. He’s strong, a warrior, a future leader. He carries all this weight. You can’t begin to imagine he would ever notice you the way you notice him. You told each other everything… except this. This secret you’ve 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, confused—this spot is always so secluded. As you step closer, your heart stops.

Neteyam is there. And not alone.

She’s there with him. And they’re… close. he’s 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 you’ve just walked in on your best friend being intimate with a girl he never told you about. You feel your chest get tight. You’d noticed them hanging out more recently, laughing together, she stays for his training, shared some quiet moments—but never thought that they were… this. You didn’t know he had a girlfriend.

“(y/n)…” 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 shift—flustered, guilty, a wave of regret washing over him. He hates that you saw this. Hates that he didn’t tell you. Hates that he’s put you here, in this position. somewhere deep down, he feels more for you than he lets on.

You murmur a quick, “Sorry,” 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. You’re so hurt. But you cant be mad at him. He doesn’t 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 excuses—anything to be away from him. You find your way to your best friend, Tsireya. Giving her a warm smile. She studies you carefully.

“Why do you look so stressed?” 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. “I walked in on neteyam last night.”

Her eyes widen.. “What?”

“With a girl,” you added.

She gasps. “Neteyam? With a girl?” There’s genuine shock in her voice. “I didn’t even know he was seeing someone.”

You shake your head. “Neither did I!”

Tsireya frowns. “Im telling you. If Neteyam had a girlfriend, I would know. Lo’ak would have blabbered about it days ago.”

That makes your stomach twist even more.

So it really was a secret.

Before you can respond, Tsireya’s 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. “Hey guys,” he says, voice softer than usual.

You swallow. “Hi.”

Tsireya, sensing the tension immediately, clears her throat. “I should… go check on something,” she mutters, slipping away quickly with one last glance at you

Now it’s just the two of you.

There’s a pause.

“I didn’t get a chance to talk to you about the other night ,” he starts hesitantly .

You force a small smile. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

His brows knit together slightly. “There is.”

You shrug. “You don’t owe me an explanation.”

That one hits him. You can see it.

“I wasn’t trying to hide it from you,” he says. “It just… happened.”

You nod like that makes sense. Like it doesn’t bother you. Like it hasn’t kept replaying in your head.

There’s another pause — but then the conversation shifts. He asks about reef training. You comment on how Tsireya has been struggling to teach Lo’ak. He laughs. And for the first time in days, it felt normal. Almost like it had before the tension, like the moment didn’t carry the weight of what you felt.

Your heart eased, just a little..

And then—

“Neteyam!”

The voice cuts through the moment.

She approaches with grace nd confidence, barely looking at you. “Can you help me with something?” she asks him, already reaching for his arm.

You feel it instantly — 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.

“(y/n), this is Alora… my—”

“Girlfriend,” she cuts in. stepping closer to his side.

Your stomach drops.

You see it — the way his jaw tightens at being interrupted. Just slightly. Just enough for you to notice.

You force a polite smile, steadying your voice. “Nice to meet you.”

Her smile is small.

“Tsireya is waiting on me,” you add quickly, even though she isn’t.

You don’t wait for a response. You can’t.

Neteyam’s eyes linger on you, like he wants to call your name and say more. Like he’s aware of how wrong this feels.

But you don’t wait.

You step back, offering one last composed nod before turning away.

You don’t let yourself look back this time.

You quickly make your way toward Tsireya to tell her what just happened.

“Neteyam.”

Alora’s voice pulls him back.

He blinks and looks at her. “What?”

She studies him for a moment, arms folding across her chest. “It’s odd. I mean, the way she looked at you…” Alora continues. “And the way you looked at her.”

His brows knit. “She did just walk in on us.”

Alora gives him a look. “That’s not what I meant.”

Neteyam’s jaw tightens. “She’s my best friend.”

“I know who she is,” Alora replies calmly . “Which is why I’m confused. You didn’t tell your own best friend about us?”

There’s a heavy silence between them. The waves crash gently in the distance.

His jaw tightens slightly. “I haven’t had a good time to.”

She looks at him carefully. “Or you didn’t want to?”

He doesn’t answer that.

She steps closer, lowering her voice. “Also, when she walked in last night, you looked guilty. Not embarrassed. Guilty. Why?”

His expression hardens slightly.

“She’s important to me.”

Alora’s eyes soften, but there’s something guarded in them now. “I can see that.”

Another pause.

“I don’t want to compete with your best friend,” she says. “She better know her place.”

Neteyam swallows.

Over the next few days, it becomes… noticeable.

Alora sees it too. She knows something’s shifting. She realizes she’s not competing with a random girl.

She’s 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. “Neteyam, can you help me with this?” 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 it’s sloww. They don’t warm to her the way they do to you. Neteyam notices, and it only makes things worse—he wants to defend you, but he can’t. He’s caught between you, his own feelings, and the girl who’s making her presence undeniable.

Even when she’s not directly interrupting, she hovers around . Always present. Always reminding him—and you—that she’s 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, you’ve 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 didn’t expect anyone. But when you here faint footsteps, you see him—Neteyam. His expression softens when he sees you, but he doesn’t speak immediately. He sits a few feet away, letting the quiet stretch between you.

For a while, there’s nothing but the sound of the waves and the distant calls from the village.

“You’re here late,” Neteyam says quietly.

“I needed… space,” you reply softly. “Too noisy with everyone around.”

He nods, and for a while, there’s only the sound of the water.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he says after a few minutes.

“I’m thinking,” you admit, tugging at a strand of wet hair. “About everything…”

He doesn’t respond, just watches the waves. “Ive missed you,” he says finally.

You bite your lip. “Me too. I miss how things were before…”

“I know,” he murmurs. “

He shifts closer without thinking. “I don’t want things to be ruined between us.”

You smile faintly. “Things aren’t ruined.” things aren’t ruined, but they won’t 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.

“Hey…” he whispers, lightly brushing your hair from your face. “You’ll be more comfortable on the sand.”

You mumble something, half-asleep.

Gently, he moves you and lays you down, the sand warm beneath you. “Better?” he asks softly.

You nod without opening your eyes. “Mm… yeah.”

He lies down beside you, close enough that you can feel his arm near yours. “Sleep well,” he murmurs.

You mumble back, almost a whisper, “Stay… don’t go.”

“I won’t,” he says, voice soft. “Not tonight.”

—

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 features—the small rise and fall of your chest, the soft tilt of your head. Every little thing about you makes his heart beat faster.

Feelings he’s long buried—the ones he hasn’t allowed himself to confront—hit him all at once. Guilt that he’s never told you how he feels. Confusion that he has a girlfriend and yet can’t ignore the pull toward you—an ache he can’t 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, you’re still half-dreaming.

Then you realize where you are.

Who you’re wrapped around.

Your breath catches.

“Neteyam…” you murmur softly, panic creeping into your voice.

You slip from his arms quickly, the warmth leaving your body as soon as you do.

“Hey—” he starts, pushing himself up onto one elbow.

You shake your head, not meeting his eyes. “We can’t do this,” you murmur. “Someone will see.

He shakes his head, still watching you, his voice low and tender. “It’s not about that. I wanted you safe. Comfortable. That’s all. Nothing else matters right now.”

You blink , guilt flooding your head . “That doesn’t make it right.”

Silence hangs between you.

He looks at you like he wants to say something more—like the words are right there, waiting. But he doesn’t let them out.

Instead, he nods once, slow.

You stand up, brushing sand from your hands, avoiding his eyes.

“I should go,” you say quietly.

He rises too, instinctively stepping closer, but stopping himself.

“Are you going to avoid me again?” he asks softly.

You force a small smile. “I don’t know.”

There’s a long pause.

Then you leave.

“Bye, Neteyam.”

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 again—like 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 don’t see her at first.

You’re 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.

That’s when you feel it — eyes on you.

You glance up.

And your stomach drops.

She’s staring.

Not angry.

Just…calculating

You quickly turn your attention elsewhere. You find kiri and kneel beside her helping her untangle some nets. You laugh softly when Lo’ak says something ridiculous nearby. Trying to play everytging off.

But Neteyam doesn’t go to Alora immediately.

He hesitates.

Eventually, she walks toward him.

“Did you sleep well?” she asks lightly, though there’s something suspicion underneath it.

Neteyam nods once. “Yeah.”

Her eyes look briefly past him — to you.

“And where were you?” she continues casually. “I didn’t see you this morning. And i didn’t see you return last night.”

He doesn’t answer immediately.

And that pause is loud.

“I was out,” he says finally. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Her lips press together. She studies the truth in his voice.

Then she nods slowly. “I see.”

She doesn’t push further.

But her gaze drifts back to you again — laughing softly with his siblings, fitting in so naturally it almost looks like you belong there more than she does.

That’s what unsettles her.

Not just that you walked back around the same time.

But that he looks more at ease when you’re near

It happens that same night.

Everyone has quieted. Fires burn low. The sound of the tides against the shore.

Alora finds him first.

He’s sitting alone, sharpening a blade, but he isn’t really focused on it. His mind is somewhere else.

She stops in front of him.

“We need to talk.”

He exhales slowly. He already knows.

“What about?” he asks, his tone is tired.

She doesn’t sit.

“I know you weren’t just ‘out walking’ this morning.”

Silence.

He looks up at her carefully. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” she continues, her voice tight, “people saw you. You walked back from the tgat spot near the reef. Together.”

His jaw tightens.

He doesn’t deny it.

She notices.

“You spent the whole night with her.”

It’s not a question.

Another silence.

“Yes,” he says finally.

The word lands heavy.

Alora lets out a sharp breath — half laugh, half disbelief. “And you didn’t think that mattered? You think thats just okay?”

“We were talking,” he says firmly. “She fell asleep. I wasn’t going to leave her alone.”

“You could have woken her up.”

“She needed comfort.”

“And I don’t?” she snaps.

That’s the first crack in her composure.

“You hold her. You walk back with her. You look at her like she’s the only person here.”

“That’s not true.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

The words hit harder than shouting would have.

He stands now.

“I’m not lying.”

“Then what is this?” she demands, stepping closer. “Because I feel like I’m competing with someone who doesn’t even have to try.”

He runs a hand over his face, frustration finally surfacing. “You’re not competing.”

“It doesn’t feel that way.”

Silence stretches.

She swallows. And then, quieter—

“When she walked in on us the other night…You looked like you’d done something wrong.”

He exhales.

He doesn’t respond.

And that silence says everything.

Her voice drops. “Do you have feelings for her?”

The question hangs between them.

He tries to answer.

But nothing comes out at first.

Because for the first time… he’s actually asking himself that without deflecting.

Alora sees it.

The hesitation.

That’s when something in her breaks.

“Oh my— You do.”

It’s not shouted. It’s defeated.

He finally speaks, voice low.

“I care about her.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Another pause.

Longer this time.

And then—

“I don’t know.”

Honest abd devastating

Alora steps back like the words physically hit her.

“I can’t do this,” she says quietly.

He looks up at her sharply. “Listen—”

“You won’t stop talking to her,” she says. Just stating a fact.

“No,” he answers.

“And you won’t put distance between you two.”

“No.”

She nods slowly, eyes glossy but steady.

“Then this isn’t going to work.”

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 isn’t thinking about what he should do.

He’s thinking about what he wants.

And every thought leads back to you.

The guilt is gone.

What replaces it isn’t regret.

It’s clarity.

He thinks about you — the way you’ve been stepping back from him, protecting boundaries he should have protected first. The way you left his arms that morning even though you didn’t want to. The way you’ve loved him quietly .

You never demanded more from him

You just stayed.

And then it hits him.

He doesn’t have to hide it anymore.

He doesn’t have to pull his hand away.

He doesn’t have to pretend his heart doesn’t race when you smile.

He doesn’t have to watch you from a distance like you belong to someone else’s future.

He can choose you — openly.

He can court you the right way. Stand beside you without hesitation. Love you without lowering his voice.

The realization doesn’t feel reckless—it’s certain.

—

You’re 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 don’t look up at first — until you feel that familiar presence.

“Can we talk?” Neteyam’s voice is low. Not casual. Not playful.

Serious.

Your stomach tightens.

You glance around instinctively. “Where’s Alora?”

His jaw shifts slightly at her name.

“Can we just talk?” he repeats.

You hesitate… then nod.

He leads you away from the others, toward the quieter edge of the shore. Not your secret spot — but close enough.

You stop a few feet away from him, confused and drawn.

“If this is about this morning—” you start.

“It is.”

You inhale. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

“It did.”

You shake your head. “You have a girlfriend.”

He steps closer.

“Look at me.”

You don’t want to.

But you do.

“I’m not with her anymore.”

The words don’t process at first.

“What?”

“We ended it.”

Your breath catches. “Why?”

“Because she wanted me to let you go.”

Silence.

Your heart pounds.

“And you wouldn’t,” you whisper.

“No.”

He says it with certainty .

You take a deep breath , overwhelmed. “Neteyam… you can’t just— you can’t end things and then come here.”

“I didn’t end it to come here,” he says firmly. “I ended it because she was right.”

That makes your chest tighten.

“Right about what?”

He exhales slowly.

“(y/n), i love you. I tried convincing myself it’s out of habit, just history but when i saw you walk away that night, when you avoided me, when you woke up in my arms—“

He pauses.

“It didn’t feel like just frienship.”

You shake your head, emotions tangling. “You can’t just choose me out of guilt neteyam.”

“I’m not choosing you out of guilt.”

Silence.

“I’m choosing you because I see you. It’s always been you.”

Your heart pounds so loud you’re sure he can hear it.

You inhale shakily.

“I’ve loved you for years, Neteyam.”

There it is.

Out in the open.

The secret you swore you’d never say.

“I just—” you continue, voice trembling slightly, “I never thought you would choose me. You’re… you. Everyone wants you. You have so much ahead of you. I didn’t want to ruin what we had by wanting more.”

His eyes soften in a way you’ve never seen before.

“You were never going to ruin anything,” he says quietly.

“I watched you with her,” you admit. “And I told myself that was my place. Just watching. Nothing more with you.”

He steps closer now.

“You think I didn’t notice the way you pull away when you’re hurt?” he murmurs. “You think I didn’t feel it when you started avoiding me?”

You blink back tears.

“ I was protecting myself.”

“You were breaking me.”

That does it.

The space between you collapses.

He pulls you in closer bu your waist, expecting you to pull back.

You don’t.

His fingers brush your cheek, his thumb warm against your skin. His forehead lowers to rest gently against yours.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers.

Your voice is barely breath.

“I want you. All of you.”

His exhale is shaky — relieved.

“Good.”

His lips hover just inches from yours.

Close enough that your heartbeat syncs.

You close your eyes.

He leans in.

And—

“Bro!”

You both freeze.

Lo’ak stands a few feet away, eyes wide, clearly having walked in on something he was not meant to see.

“Well,” he mutters slowly, looking between you two. “That explains a lot.”

You jump back slightly, face burning.

Neteyam drags a hand down his face. “Lo’ak—”

“So you dont tell me you have a girlfriend and then you dont tell me about this?” he says, eyebrows raised.

Neteyam shoots him a glare.

“Go away.”

Lo’ak lifts his hands defensively. “Hey, I’m just saying! Also maybe dont kiss in the open.”

Neteyam sighs, but there’s a hint of a smile fighting at the corner of his mouth.

“Lo’ak.”

“Fine, fine. I’m going,” he says, backing away. “But this is not over.”

For a moment, the laughter fades. You lock eyes again and it’s like everything else vanishes — the world, the past tension, the interruption from before.

“I’m not done.” He whispers against your ear.

Leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is soft at first—But when you don’t 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 that’s 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. “You’re everything, (y/n). And I’m not letting you go this time. No more hiding.”

You can’t help but smile through your tears, feeling safe, wanted, loved — finally.

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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 I’ve written I came up with this randomly so it is kind of rushed but i hope u guys enjoy this! 🩵

—

You and Neteyam are wandering around the camp when you guys finally sit down with his siblings

Your eyes widened “what is it?”

Neteyam smiles, “sky people thing, my dad calls it a camera. It captures things.”

You reach out to it “wait.. so it can remember things? Like, it can show it again?”

“Yes, exactly.” He said as he grabs it from you. “Wanna test it out?”

You smile widely and ask how you use it.

He chuckles softly, “it’s simple. You point, press, and it catches moments. Like this one—Smile.” He explains.

You smile at the camera and he takes a picture. “Beautiful.. you’re beautiful.” 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 fascination—capturing plants, candid moments of Neteyam, and his family’s laughter.

“Tuk! Look over here!” you yelled. Tuk made a silly face, and everyone laughed. From behind you, Neteyam’s 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.

“Come with me,” 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. “Wanna make a special recording?” He says, voice teasing.

“A special…recording ?” Your heart racing

“Yeah.” He says, leaning closer to you. Eyes locked onto yours. “Just us… something private.”

You felt a thrill run through your body. The idea was daring. A secret only for the two of you , you thought.

“We’ll be the stars of this. Just you and me baby.” He says smiling teasingly at you.

You laugh nervously, heart pounding.

“Only us..?”

“Only us,” the way he said it—soft, serious, yet teasing—made you ache with anticipation.

“my love, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Let me show you beautiful you are. Everything you deserve.”

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.

“You ready?” He asked, breath warm against your skin.

You nodded quickly, breath quickening.

“Yes.” 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.

“aah.. neteyam—“ 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.

“you like what you see?”

“Like? I’m mesmerized. Every part of you teyam… I could watch forever.”

His lips curve into a slow, mischievous smile. “Good because you’re not getting away from me tonight.”

He drags his cock over your warm and soaking pussy. Slightly teasing you, barely inserting his tip.

“Neteyam… please…”

“Fuck baby… you’re so wet for me.” He whispers

He pushes into you fully, stretching you completely. You briefly shut your eyes —adjusting 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 it’s all being captured—the secret, the intensity, the way he fucks you so passionately.

“You’re so tight baby… you feel amazing…”

The sight of him makes your vision blur—the 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.

“Ah… Neteyam, just like that…please… dont stop.”

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.

“Fuck, (y/n) keep looking at me… I’m so close.” 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 you—all 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 — 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.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs softly, voice low and protective. “I’ve got you princess .”

You nod, relaxing fully into him, still trembling a little from everything. “Mm… yeah… I’m okay,” you whisper.

His hands move over you, “I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Just breathe… I’ve got you.”

You press your cheek to his chest, feeling the warmth and safety of him. After a quiet moment, he murmurs , “Special recording, huh?”

You let out a soft laugh, swatting lightly at his arm. “You’re the one who suggested it.”

“Best idea I’ve ever had,” he says quietly.

His lips tug into a soft, mischievous smile. “I guess… if you’re feeling lonely while I’m off with the war party… you could watch it.”

Your eyes widen, and a soft laugh escapes you. “Neteyam!”

His expression softens as he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. His hands move slower now, gentler — 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 — the kind of man who would stay by your side through every storm, making sure you’re happy, comfortable, and protected.

[swoolvr]

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 I’ve written I came up with this randomly so it is kind of rushed but i hope u guys enjoy this! 🩵

—

You and Neteyam are wandering around the camp when you guys finally sit down with his siblings

Your eyes widened “what is it?”

Neteyam smiles, “sky people thing, my dad calls it a camera. It captures things.”

You reach out to it “wait.. so it can remember things? Like, it can show it again?”

“Yes, exactly.” He said as he grabs it from you. “Wanna test it out?”

You smile widely and ask how you use it.

He chuckles softly, “it’s simple. You point, press, and it catches moments. Like this one—Smile.” He explains.

You smile at the camera and he takes a picture. “Beautiful.. you’re beautiful.” 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 fascination—capturing plants, candid moments of Neteyam, and his family’s laughter.

“Tuk! Look over here!” you yelled. Tuk made a silly face, and everyone laughed. From behind you, Neteyam’s 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.

“Come with me,” 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. “Wanna make a special recording?” He says, voice teasing.

“A special…recording ?” Your heart racing

“Yeah.” He says, leaning closer to you. Eyes locked onto yours. “Just us… something private.”

You felt a thrill run through your body. The idea was daring. A secret only for the two of you , you thought.

“We’ll be the stars of this. Just you and me baby.” He says smiling teasingly at you.

You laugh nervously, heart pounding.

“Only us..?”

“Only us,” the way he said it—soft, serious, yet teasing—made you ache with anticipation.

“my love, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Let me show you beautiful you are. Everything you deserve.”

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.

“You ready?” He asked, breath warm against your skin.

You nodded quickly, breath quickening.

“Yes.” 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.

“aah.. neteyam—“ 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.

“you like what you see?”

“Like? I’m mesmerized. Every part of you teyam… I could watch forever.”

His lips curve into a slow, mischievous smile. “Good because you’re not getting away from me tonight.”

He drags his cock over your warm and soaking pussy. Slightly teasing you, barely inserting his tip.

“Neteyam… please…”

“Fuck baby… you’re so wet for me.” He whispers

He pushes into you fully, stretching you completely. You briefly shut your eyes —adjusting 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 it’s all being captured—the secret, the intensity, the way he fucks you so passionately.

“You’re so tight baby… you feel amazing…”

The sight of him makes your vision blur—the 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.

“Ah… Neteyam, just like that…please… dont stop.”

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.

“Fuck, (y/n) keep looking at me… I’m so close.” 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 you—all 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 — 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.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs softly, voice low and protective. “I’ve got you princess .”

You nod, relaxing fully into him, still trembling a little from everything. “Mm… yeah… I’m okay,” you whisper.

His hands move over you, “I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Just breathe… I’ve got you.”

You press your cheek to his chest, feeling the warmth and safety of him. After a quiet moment, he murmurs , “Special recording, huh?”

You let out a soft laugh, swatting lightly at his arm. “You’re the one who suggested it.”

“Best idea I’ve ever had,” he says quietly.

His lips tug into a soft, mischievous smile. “I guess… if you’re feeling lonely while I’m off with the war party… you could watch it.”

Your eyes widen, and a soft laugh escapes you. “Neteyam!”

His expression softens as he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. His hands move slower now, gentler — 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 — the kind of man who would stay by your side through every storm, making sure you’re happy, comfortable, and protected.

[swoolvr]

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