I love your take on Neteyam, I was wondering if you could do a bit of hurt/comfort with Neteyam and an older sister of Auoung and Tsieray’s sister. They bond over being the eldest responsible for unruly siblings and parental pressure and keep they’re new found flirting/relationship a secret because they think their families won’t approve? Mostly Ronal and Tonowari because of their “demon blood” but they see that they really care for each other so they give their blessing? This all comes out cause Auoung catches them kissing?
Qᴜɪᴇᴛ Kɪssᴇs
➜ Pairing: Neteyam x Metkayina!reader
➜ Summary: After a rough morning of harsh words and uneasy reminders of the high standards you were held to by your parents Ronal, and Tonowari you find comfort in the secret affection between you and Neteyam. Someone who firsthand understands the weight of parental expectation. However, that comfort is ripped from you when your Aonung catches the two of you sharing a moment.
➜ Warnings: fighting, angst, a little bit of spice, Aonung being a cunt
➜ Word Count: 1.6k
➜ Notes: IM BACK AND IM READY FOR THE AVATAR FANDOM REVIVAL 🤗 sorry to whoever wrote this req and is getting it 2 years late. There will be a part two to finish this, dw.
Pᴀʀᴛ 1 | Pᴀʀᴛ 2
Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ
You sighed heavily, getting out of the water and climbing up to sit onto one of the jagged rocks on the far-side of the reef that overlooked your home. From here you could see everything. The blue hues of the sky against the cluster of Murui pods that lined the shores and the lively splashes and ripples of water as Metkayina swam and gathered fish.
Children played unsupervised, daring each other to do the stupidest of things but never leaving the reef. Their loud laughter and screeching reached your ears. Others practiced hunting with their parents or were being taught how to ride an ilu.
The sight warmed your heart, and a feeling of deeply rooted pride blossomed in your chest for the trillionth time.
Despite the feeling, your heart was still heavy.
Your brows were furrowed together, body horribly tense with the stress and anxiety of the day weighing heavy on your shoulders. Your hands opened and closed subconsciously, and you bit your bottom lip, deep in thought about the shit show that had gone down. You could feel a headache coming on from it all.
If only your brother could control himself for a few minutes without you having to be on top of him.
After a moment you felt a small tap to the top of your hand, drawing you away from your thoughts. You blinked releasing your lip from between your teeth and turning to see Neteyam pulling himself up from the water to come and sit beside you.
The moment you turned he was taking note of it all, your rigid posture, and furrowed brows. Nothing escaped his eyes.
“Hi sweetheart,” he greeted gently, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into him. You happily obliged, humming contently as he sat you between his legs, your back pressed against his chest, his chin resting atop the rows of braids that adorned your head. You tried to relax with him as best you could.
“How have you been?” he asked
You didn’t respond right away, eyes flicking over his face observantly as you looked up to fully see him. He was just stressed about the situation, just as tense and the weight of elder sibling responsibility just as heavy. He seemed to hide it better than you, but you saw right through it.
“Just as bad as you,” you replied finally. Neteyam slightly cringed at your statement.
“Today was...rough,” he agreed.
Rough was an understatement.
His hands dropped to your shoulders, beginning to massage them. A kind attempt at easing some of your tension.
You sighed heavily, leaning into the touch tiredly.
“They expect so much better of me Neteyam, and all I do is let them down,” Your eyes stung as you spoke the guilt of failure pooling in your stomach.
Your mother and father’s voice’s still rang loudly in your mind, their words driving knives through your heart. The memories of each failure of yours are attached to a different expression of disappointment.
“It's your job to keep Aonung out of trouble Y/n,”
“You're his older sister, act like it.”
“How could you let this happen?!”
Neteyam attempted to comfort you, recognizing the spiral of thoughts you were going down, “You did your best, that’s what matters.” You shook your head, dismissing his words.
“But my best wasn’t enough,” you mumbled, putting no real heart into your argument and blinking away your tears. He didn’t know how to respond to that, so he kept quiet, letting a sorrow-filled silence fall over the two of you.
He completely understood the way you felt, because he felt the same way. The pressure of such responsibility was suffocating, and you both refused to let others know that you were drowning. You were supposed to worry about others, not make others worry about you. Maybe that’s why you had gotten along so well, because chasing after your siblings and carrying the burden of parental disappointment when you couldn’t reach their unreachable standards made great bonding material.
You snorted at your own thoughts.
You both needed a break from the crushing weight of expectations, but there was nowhere you could go to get it because it followed you everywhere. That’s why you worked out so well. Neteyam was the only person who you felt understood you. The only person you’d allowed yourself to confide in and be vulnerable with. He was the only person you could catch a break around, and he felt the same way about you, but even with each other you both sometimes had a difficult time bringing down your walls.
The feeling of being so vulnerable with someone else was foreign, something you both were still getting used to, but you had all the patience in the world when it came to him, so he could take as long as he needed.
However as much as a comfort the two of you were to each other, you knew that your relationship with Neteyam was also just another disaster waiting to happen.
You weren't sure how long you could get away with the small touches and eye contact before your parents caught on and inevitably made you cut it off.
Maybe that was part of the thrill of it. You finally had something that your parents had no say in, something they couldn’t put their fingers in or control. Whatever this was between you and Neteyam was truly yours and no one else. So, you both took the risk. Keeping any physical affection at bay until you were alone together and out of sight.
“What about you,” you asked, “how are you taking it?”
He sighed, “You said it yourself...just as bad as you.” You weren't sure how to comfort him verbally. You weren't sure if there was even something that you could say that he would believe and make him feel better, but as you searched your mind, you realized there weren't enough words in the world to convey to him how much you cared about him. So, you opted to crane your neck up and place a few tender kisses on his jaw.
The tension in his shoulders seemed to relax slightly at the feeling of your lips pressing against his skin affectionately. You took it as a sign of understanding.
His hands fell from your shoulders to your thighs and his fingers began to knead circles into your flesh. He turned his head, dipping down to capture your lips in his. You smiled into the kiss, a small sigh escaping you. The sound made him feel warm all over. If only you knew the things you did to him.
He lifted you up, breaking the kiss momentarily to turn you around so that your chest was pressed against his before locking his lips with yours once more. The sloshing of water and crashing of waves faded into the background as you lost yourself in him. The only evidence that the world around you existed being the chill the soft winds brought to your skin.
The moment is fleeting though and your pulled out of your trance by a familiar voice to calling your name
“Y/N-” Aonung starts as he surfaces from the water, but he doesn't finish, cutting himself of with a gasp. It takes a moment for you to process he’s there, and then your eyes are flying open and your lips are tearing themselves away from Neteyams.
Your neck snaps to the side, to see Aonung floating in the water, eyes wide as he witnesses the scene in front of them.
“Aonung-,” you sputter, pushing Neteyam off you as you try to draw up an explanation for what he had just seen. Anything to help him understand and keep him from telling your parents. Neteyam sputters next to you, just as panicked.
Aonung stares, his eyes wide as they flick between the you and Neteyam.
“It’s not what it looks like-” you start
“He’s not even full Na’vi!” Aonung interupts you, You glare at him.
“Stop it! He is!” You shoot back, jumping to Neteyam’s defense. Aonung shakes his head a sneer curcling over his mouth.
“Please dont say anything.” you beg. He shakes his head, ducking back into the water and swimming away, straight to go tell everyone what’d he’d seen.
“Aonung wait!” Neteyam yells after him, but it’s to late.
Your body slouches in defeat; and you draw your knees up to your chest, resting your forehead against them. Neteyam sits back down next to you, and you sigh heavily. Tears welling in your waterline. Your secret was out now, and it was over.
The little safety haven Neteyam and you had provided each other shattered with a simple look by the wrong eyes, at the wrong time.
Neteyams wraps his arms around you from behind, his head rests against the back of your shoulder. He kisses the flesh there gently, trying to comfort you.
“It’s over.” You mutter taking a shaky breath, trying not to cry, “They’re never gonna let me go near you again.”
“We’ll figure something out,” he promised, “Nothing can keep me away from you forever. Not even your mother, as terrifying as she is.”
You snort at the empty humor he offers, try to believe his comforting words, but you know Neteyam well enough to hear the slight waver in his voice, and catch the faux confidence in his tone. Even he thought you guys were both utterly fucked.
“I don't want to go back yet.” you whisper, shifting in his arms to look at him.
“We dont have to yet.” He agrees. You nod, staring into his eyes, searching his face for every detail, trying to burn it all into your memory as though you’d never be able to see him again.
You tilt your head, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, one he returns just as gently.
Just a few more minutes of paradise. Then you’d face them.
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