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.
summary: Spider loves to spend time with you. Even if sometimes you don't want to be outside and he doesn't want to stay inside, you always make it work. So, when you don't show up to one date, he gets worried. How would he react if your health is not the best?
pairing: Spider Socorro x gn!human!reader
genre: fluff, cute, romantic
warnings: established relationship, mention of sickness (stomachache, nothing serious or graphic), Spider being a good boyfriend <3, use of they/them pronouns three or four times.
a/n: sooooo, Avatar Fire and Ash dropped a new trailer!!! And of course, the fics are coming back, too! I just hope this time, because of his screen time, we can have more Spider x reader fics. That's why I wrote this. I'm so excited and scared at the same time, lol. English is not my first language, please be kind <3.
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Spider was an active boy, always hanging around with the Sullys, exploring the forest by himself or with you, his favorite person. You two were the only humans who grew up in Pandora. That came with blue fingers pointing at you and yellow feline eyes always watching what you do.
Even with that, there were differences. Spider always wanted to be outside, and didn't care about the dirt. The blonde boy was the first one to do something with the Omatikaya —climbing, practicing with his bow, making clothes, crafting, etc.— even when they didn't allow him to be close. You, on the other hand, liked to wear a mix of na'vi and human clothes, preferred to be safe and cozy inside the labs after a few hours exploring with your friends and, mostly, like to read about the history of Earth and Pandora.
You were more human.
Spider was more na'vi.
And that was the perfect combination.
Your relationship was based on doing things together, never something that the other one didn't want to. That's why, there was always a good conversation before a date. Something like:
“Do you wanna go climbing today?”
“Not really, I don't feel like going out. What about watching a documentary? And then we can go out at night.”
“I like the idea. Wanna go watch the stars?”
“Yes! That would be awesome.”
That day, Spider helped Lo'ak and Neteyam collect some stuff for his father. After a good workout, he wanted to be with you. So, before he left the labs, he asked you if you wanted to go swimming. You accepted because you could finish your homework in time —Max took his teacher role a little too seriously—. But then, why weren't you there, with him?
“Hey, Norm. Have you seen them?”
The scientist didn't need a name, he knew Spider was talking about the ‘most beautiful creature in the world’.
“Oh, boy. I was looking for you before, but Jake said you were with his sons. They are not feeling good.”
Norm’s expression was contracted in worry, and your boyfriend didn't like that. A pang punched his chest, and, somehow, his lungs stopped working for a second, even when the air was clean for him.
“Wait, what happened?”
“Maybe you would prefer to go to their room, but try not to be noisy.”
When Spider closed your door, the only source of light was the flower lamp Kiri crafted for you a few years ago. Your back was facing him, and your body was curled up in the fetal position.
“Yawne?” The room was filled with a soft whisper. “Baby, are you awake?”
Your eyes opened and the only possible picture appeared: a blurry Spider. He smiled, caressing the rebel and sweaty hairs in your forehead.
“What's wrong?” His voice was sweet, like the delicious non-poisonous fruits.
“I'm sorry, I have a stomachache.”
“You ate with Kiri and Tuk, right? Was the food venomous?”
“Actually, I ended up eating here because my homework was giving me a headache. Norm said it was something else, I probably need vitamins.”
A knot made you cry in pain. Spider moved the sheets so he could slide in next to you, wrapping his arms around your body.
“I really wanted to go swimming.”
“I know, Paskalin. But we can always go when you feel better. Remember, the most important thing here is your health.”
“But you probably wanted to relax after working with Lo'ak and Neteyam all day.”
“I wanted to be with you. And if I have to take care of you, I will, no matter what. Because I will he here, with you, always.”
A smile was enough for him to know that you weren't feeling guilty anymore. The tension in your body was still there, but at least, Spider company made everything better.
“Do you want me to sing you to sleep?” He asked, when you turned to hide your face in his chest.
“Wait, are you clean?”
“Of course I am! Rule number one: never enter my love's room without showering, especially after a hard day.’
“I see, you learned your lesson.”
“Hey.” He giggled with you. “Everything to cuddle with my favorite person.”
The mangkwan clan, a fierce and mighty clan, lives its lives led by their olo'eyte and tshaik Varang. A navi woman who had the respect of her people and who was a great warrior as well, many of the other clans had been scared of her, as Varang, as she was one not to get on her bad side. One way to get on her bad side is by messing with her young sister.
Y/n " ...."
??? " Y/n." You had looked to see Tuwaai walking towards you, as he had given you his usual smirk every time he saw you.
Y/n " Tuwaai."
Tuwaai, " I see you are working on something new ."
Y/n " Yes, I had enough materials to make new clothing or something. I've been making a few items to trade with the wind traders when they come back next time."
Tuwaai " Well, you are in luck as I have something else you can use as well." Tuwaai had soon shown you some leather; it was a beautiful color, among other materials.
Y/n "Where did you get this?"
Tuwaai, "My group and I came across the traders, and made a good trade with them over some weapons I made. I thought you could use them to make anything you can create."
Y/n " Thank you, Tuwaai, it is very much appreciated."
Tuwaai " You are welcome y/n I was wondering maybe during the festivities, you and I can....."
???? " What is going on here?" You and Tuwaai had been caught off guard when your sister showed up.
Y/n " Sister, I didn't expect to see you over here today."
Varang " Yes, I was walking over and saw you and Tuwaai talking, and to me it seemed like a very important conversation. Along with an exchange between the two of us as well."
Tuwaai " Olo'etkye, I was just having a conversation with y/n, and I have brought back some martails I think she would love."
Y/n " Yes, I was thanking Tuwaai and saying I appreciate him for bringing this back for me. As he didn't offer weapons, he made a trade."
Varang:" That is very kind of you, Tuwaai."
Tuwaai " Thank you for saying that olo'ektye Varang."
Varang " Good, it's getting late, and wukala and zari will be waiting for you."
Tuwaai " Yes, I shouldn't keep my siblings waiting, see you tomorrow y/n."
Y/n " Yes, see you tomorrow, Tuwaai, thank you again." Tuwaai soon smirked as he walked away, and a smile grew on your face as your sister sighed.
Varang " You act like a child when they are given a gift or treat."
Y/n " I don't know what you mean, sister."
Varang " Sure, now come on, let's get home." Varang had taken you home, but she noticed how you were holding the marbles that Tuwaai had given you. Many thoughts were running through her head.
Next day
Varang " Wukala and Zari, I have called you both to my home to come speak with me."
Wukala " Has something come up, Varang?"
Zari " Yes, you only call a meeting like this when something has come up that needs to be discussed."
Varang " Yes, I have come here to speak with you about your brother Tuwaai and my sister y/n. Have you both noticed how close the pair have gotten as recently? Your brother had brought over materials for my sister to craft with later on."
Zari " Yes, our little brother's mind seems to be elsewhere as of lately."
Wukala, " I have seen them sitting together and talking for a very long time. Doing their task together as well, and some of the elders have said they will make a perfect pair together."
Varang " Tuwaai is a good warrior and hunter, you both have taught him well. He has been friends with my sister since they were young, and he knows her well. He is the perfect mate for her, and my sister is a perfect mate for him."
Zari " So what are we going to do?"
Varang, " We will let them make the choice and see what happens in the end. I have to let my sister make her own life, and it seems like that life will be with Tuwaai in the end." Wukala and Zari said nothing else, as they stood with Varang, looking at you and Tuwaai going on with the day. In the days to come, you and Tuwaai will become a mated pair and start a new life together with the blessing of Varang and the others as well.
Rating: T / Teen (for romantic tension, emotional vulnerability, light combat scenes, and soft physical/romantic interaction)
Don’t like, don’t read.
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Synopsis:
It starts with a warning.
A muttered “You’re walking too loud.”
And just like always, you answer with a challenge.
Neteyam has known you since childhood, half-human, half-outsider, too wild for the scientists, too strange for the clan. You’ve learned the ways of the forest barefoot, by instinct. But that never made you one of them. Not to him.
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The sun filtered through the dense canopy of the Hallelujah Mountains, dappling your path in soft gold as you ducked under a low-hanging vine. The scent of damp moss and wild pollen filled your lungs. You’d grown up in this forest, learned its rhythms before you could read human letters. The way the trees whispered, how the ground changed under your bare feet, the warning buzz of a stingbat before it bit.
You weren’t Na’vi, but you weren’t just human either.
Not that Neteyam ever saw it that way.
“You’re walking too loud,” he said flatly from somewhere above you.
You rolled your eyes, not bothering to look up. “And you’re still talking down to me.”
A quiet thud. He landed ahead of you, tall and broad-shouldered. Streaks of forest-green paint traced his chest. His bow was slung across his back, braid swinging over one shoulder.
You didn’t flinch, but your pulse spiked anyway.
Neteyam crossed his arms. “You were about to walk into a syaksyuk nest.”
You arched a brow. “And you were just going to let me?”
“I was watching to see if you’d notice.” His tone was cold, analytical. “You didn’t.”
Your jaw tensed. “Maybe I was distracted by a certain shadow stalking me through the trees.”
“Hard not to stalk someone who stomps like a hexapede in heat.”
You stared at him. “Did you just compare me to a mating deer?”
A small, infuriating smile ghosted across his lips. He didn’t answer.
You hated that smile.
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You’d known Neteyam your whole life. He was older, already a young warrior when you were still chasing fan lizareds and beetle-shells in the dirt. At one point, he’d been kind. Protective.
But that was before.
Before your thirteenth birthday, when someone carved “demon blood” into the doorframe of the lab where your mother worked.
Before Spider disappeared into the forest for weeks, and you didn’t.
Before you started asking too many questions, and Neteyam stopped answering them.
Now, every interaction was a spark and a scrape. You lit matches just to see if he’d burn.
And he always did.
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“You’re supposed to be scouting, not babysitting,” you said, stepping around him and continuing down the trail. “I was assigned to track the rot near the river.”
Neteyam followed. “And you think you can do that alone?”
“I’ve done it before.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
You stopped so abruptly that he nearly collided with you. Turning, you found yourself close enough to see flecks of ochre paint on his jaw, the focused cut of his gaze.
“I’m not helpless, Neteyam.”
“No. Just careless.”
The words sliced thinner than bark. You clenched your fists and kept walking.
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The rot had started days ago. Trees losing color. Plants wilting in strange, symmetrical patterns. Some blamed the sky people. Others feared it was something worse.
You were here to collect samples, compare soil, and catalog anomalies.
Neteyam was here because no one trusted you alone.
And maybe deep down, you hated that he didn’t either.
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By midday, you reached the riverbend. The air felt wrong here, thicker, still. The water had lost its shimmer. Dark streaks moved under the surface like veins. You crouched beside a patch of wilted grass and slid your scanner from your belt.
Neteyam hung back, bow in hand, eyes scanning the treeline like he expected trouble.
He probably always did with you.
You opened your sample kit and tried to focus. You needed moss, water, and clippings from that red fungus curling around the tree base
Snap.
You froze.
Not a footstep. A branch break. Heavy.
You looked to Neteyam, he was already tense, arrow half notched. “Stay behind me,” he said.
“No,” you whispered. “That’s coming from the river.”
Another heartbeat.
Too late.
With a roar and a crash, a palulukan erupted from the shadows. Scaled, sleek, panther-like eyes glowing with rage. Neteyam fired before you could blink. The arrow hit deep, but the beast didn’t slow.
You threw yourself sideways, scrambling behind a fallen log.
Neteyam moved like fire, dodging, drawing, striking. You saw him leap, blade flashing
Then the palulukan bucked, throwing him hard against the roots of a tree.
You didn’t think. Just moved.
You fumbled a burning moss-pod from your pouch, struck it against the bark, and flung it toward the creature’s face. It burst in a flash of smoke and light.
The beast screeched, stumbling, then crashed away into the jungle.
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You crawled to Neteyam’s side. He was on his back, breathing hard, blood seeping from a gash across his ribs.
He looked at you like he didn’t know what to say.
You beat him to it. “You’re welcome,” you said, pressing your hands over the wound.
He hissed. “I had it handled.”
“Yeah, well, next time I’ll let you get eaten.”
He didn’t answer for a long time.
You kept pressure on the wound. Your hands were stained blue.
When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter. “You could’ve been killed.”
“So could you.”
You looked up.
And in that moment, his breathing shallow, your fingers shaking, something shifted in his eyes.
Not anger. Not contempt.
Something softer.
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You didn’t know how long you sat there, knees pressed into moss, your hands slick with Neteyam’s blood. His breath stayed shallow but steady. The gash wasn’t deep enough to kill him, but infection, out here, would.
You pulled a cloth from your kit, pressing it firm. “We need shelter. You’re not walking back like this.”
Neteyam didn’t argue. That scared you more than the wound.
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You found a crevice in the cliffside nearby, half-hidden by glowing vines, just deep enough to shield you from the elements. You hauled him inside, his arm draped over your shoulder, his weight dragging at you like guilt.
“Sit. Now.” You lowered him against the stone wall, panting. “Try not to bleed out while I start a fire.”
His lips twitched. “Still bossy.”
“Still alive. You’re welcome.”
Your hands trembled as you lit the kindling. Not from exhaustion. From what had nearly happened. From what almost didn’t.
The fire caught. You dug into your satchel. “Lift your arm.”
Neteyam raised a brow. “You going to bathe me too?”
You scowled. “Bleed to death, then.”
He shifted, letting you work. You cleaned the wound carefully, dabbing salve into the slash. His skin twitched under your fingers, but he didn’t flinch.
“You’ve done this before,” he said.
“Mom trained me. Field medicine was part of the deal. Labs don’t have Tsahìks.”
He watched you. “You didn’t hesitate.”
“I didn’t have time to.”
You tied off the bandage and leaned back. “Done.”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
Not just polite. Real.
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Outside, twilight birds trilled. You tucked your knees to your chest, staring into the firelight.
Silence stretched, but it didn’t ache like before. It felt… different.
“You really thought I’d screw up that badly?” you asked.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“Then why follow me?”
“I was told to.”
You snorted. “You always do what you’re told?”
“No.”
He looked at you. “I followed because… if something happened to you, and I wasn’t there...”
He didn’t finish.
But you understood.
“You could’ve died.”
“So could you.”
You gave a dry laugh. “What, are we playing trauma tag now?”
He actually smiled. “Just saying.”
A beat passed. Then, softer: “You’re better than most of the humans I’ve met.”
You blinked. “Wow. High praise from the golden boy.”
“I mean it.”
And he did.
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Later, curled near the fire, you heard him shift.
“I don’t hate you,” Neteyam said quietly.
You turned your head. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“I was angry. Still am, sometimes. But not at you.”
A pause.
“Maybe a little at you.”
You smiled into the dark. “Good. I’d be offended if you suddenly liked me.”
“You’d be unbearable.”
“Already am.”
He laughed, soft and tired.
You fell asleep to the sound.
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The next morning, mist curled over the canopy. You woke first. Neteyam was still sleeping, brow furrowed, even in rest. He looked younger like this. Human, almost.
You looked away.
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By midday, he was strong enough to walk barely. You supported his weight.
“Lean less on your pride and more on me,” you muttered.
“I don’t need your help.”
“You’re bleeding into my shirt.”
“I’ve bled on worse.”
“You’re the worst.”
But there was no venom in it. Only warmth.
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On the trail back, you moved slower, circling wide to avoid predators. Neteyam grumbled the whole way about the bugs, the heat, and the indignity.
You let him.
Because every time he stumbled, he let you catch him.
And that was progress.
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When you returned to the research camp, you called the healers. Neteyam sat on a crate, quiet. Watching you.
“You okay?” you asked softly.
He didn’t answer right away.
Then: “You could’ve left me out there.”
You shrugged. “You wouldn’t have left me.”
“No.”
He looked at you.
“You scare me sometimes,” he said. “You’re so sure of who you are. Even when no one else is.”
You blinked.
It wasn’t a compliment.
It wasn’t a dig.
It was the truth.
You reached out, touched his arm. “Maybe it’s time you stopped deciding who I am for me.”
He held your gaze.
And for once, he didn’t argue.
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The next few days passed in fragments, flickers of memory stitched together by silence.
Neteyam returned to the Omatikaya stronghold to heal. You returned to the edge of the jungle, to the research camp, where the lab walls felt tighter than they used to.
Technically, you weren’t grounded. But they didn’t have to say it. You felt it in every awkward glance.
You’d gotten too close.
Too close to danger.
Too close to him.
And maybe worst of all, he’d gotten too close to you.
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You sat on the edge of a root bridge that stretched out above a mist-covered gorge, notebook open in your lap, page still blank.
The forest sang beneath you, hums and chirps and rustling leaves, but your thoughts were louder.
Neteyam’s voice echoed in your skull.
“You scare me sometimes.”
“I don’t hate you.”
“You’re better than most of the humans I’ve met.”
You hadn’t known what to do with those words when he’d said them.
Now, they wouldn’t leave you alone.
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“You’re distracted,” a voice said behind you.
You stiffened, shoulders going tight.
Then turned.
Neteyam stood a few feet away, one arm folded across his chest, a shawl slung over his shoulders. The bandage underneath was mostly hidden, but you could tell he still favored that side. His braid was redone tightly than before. His posture was straight. But his eyes weren’t the same.
“I’m working,” you said.
He glanced at the blank page in your lap. “Looks like it.”
You gave him a flat look. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to talk.”
Something about how he said it unguarded put you on edge.
“So talk,” you said, closing the notebook.
He stepped closer, not all the way. Just enough for you to feel the space between you shift.
“I keep telling myself nothing’s changed,” he said. “That's what happened out there.”
He gestured vaguely toward the forest. “It was survival. That’s it.”
You swallowed. “But you know it wasn’t.”
His jaw flexed. “No. It wasn’t.”
You stood up. You needed to move, to keep your body busy while your heart hammered.
“So what? You want to thank me again? Tell me I’m not completely useless?”
“That’s not what I think.”
“Isn’t it?” you snapped. “You’ve treated me like an outsider since we were kids. You watched me learn your language, your customs, and still looked at me like I didn’t belong.”
“I was protecting my people,” he said.
“From me?”
“Yes.”
The honesty in that word hit like a slap.
“Because you’re not one of us.”
You looked away. The ache in your chest was old. Familiar.
“But I was wrong,” he said, softer now. “Not about you being human. That’s true. But I thought it meant you couldn’t belong here. That you didn’t want to.”
Silence pressed between you, thick as the air before a storm.
You stared at the trees. “This is my home,” you said. “Even if it doesn’t want me.”
“I want you here.”
You turned slowly.
Neteyam was still watching your shoulders tense, eyes uncertain. You’d never seen him unsure before. It cracked something open in you.
You laughed once. Bitter. “You don’t even know what you’re saying.”
“I do.”
A beat passed.
“You’ve always gotten under my skin,” he said. “Even when we were little. You ask too many questions. You’re stubborn. Loud. You make mistakes, and you don’t hide from them. And every time I thought I could ignore you…”
He trailed off. Took another step.
“I couldn’t.”
You stared at him, pulse caught in your throat.
“You hated me,” you said quietly.
“I wanted to.”
Another step.
Now he was close. Not touching, but the air between you buzzed.
“You’re not what I expected,” he murmured. “You never were.”
⸻
Your hands brushed. Barely.
You could feel the pull between you now magnetic. Inevitable.
He leaned in, slow, deliberate, his breath brushing your cheek.
Hesitating.
Waiting.
And you weren’t sure if you’d breathe again until he closed that last inch
Snap.
A branch cracked behind you.
Both of you jumped apart.
“Bro,” Lo’ak’s voice rang out, half-laughing, “if you’re gonna sneak off with her, at least cover your tracks.”
Neteyam stiffened.
You backed up instinctively.
Lo’ak emerged from the underbrush, smirking. Spider followed a second later, brow raised.
“Oh. Damn,” Spider said. “We interrupting?”
You crossed your arms. “We were just talking.”
Neteyam didn’t say a word. And that silence said everything.
Lo’ak looked between you, then whistled low. “Ooookay. We’ll leave you to your… talking.”
“Come on,” Spider muttered, tugging Lo’ak’s arm. “Let’s go before they stab us with tension.”
They vanished back into the trees.
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Later that night, you stood at the cliff’s edge above the canopy, arms folded tight. Wind tugged at your clothes. The stars blinked overhead.
You heard him before you saw him. Not his footsteps his breathing.
“You didn’t tell them,” you said without turning.
“No.”
You exhaled. “Good.”
A pause.
“Are you angry?”
You considered it.
“No,” you said. “I just don’t want to be someone’s mistake.”
His jaw flexed. “You’re not.”
You looked at him. “I want to believe that.”
“Then do.”
“But if you can’t even look at me when your brother’s watching”
Warnings: aged up Neteyam, NSFW minors do not interact, dark Neteyam, NONCON/DUBCON, spanking, dirty talk, punishment, size difference, etc.
A/N: This one took a little longer than intended with all the life stuff going on, but yay it's here. Also, migt have gotten a little carried away with this part.
The outpost feels like a relic of a different time. One that you have only heard of in stories, but now seeing those worn down bunk beds and the corner of a room that Spider calls his own, it doesn’t feel as glorious. The worst part, however, is how naked you feel around other humans. It’s only a slight comfort that Spider is wearing Na’vi apparel too.
“Oh and yeah and this is a spear I made in Awalatuu.” Spider says. “But maybe let’s move it out of the way.” He gives an awkward chuckle but it’s obvious that his only concern is you suddenly deciding to use it against him.
Your arrival at the outpost had been anything but graceful. In hindsight you would have preferred to meet these people face to face instead of over Neteyam’s shoulder.
“If you want we can uh….watch a movie. Oh yeah I bet I could swipe Norm’s Star Wars collection.”
You don’t return the smile he gives you, too busy awkwardly sitting on his bed while pouting. You never thought it would feel strange to be back in a place like this but after being around the Na’vi for the past week, the outpost feels like walking into a rundown dollhouse. Everything is your size and nothing is as beautifully crafted as Neteyam’s kelku.
The awkward silence is slightly painful but you can’t find it within yourself to feel bad for Spider. Not when he hasn’t shown even a morsel of sympathy for your situation. Your own kind and not even they find it important to get you out of here. Not that they could anyways. No doubt Neteyam would view such actions as a betrayal.
“He wouldn’t let you come along, huh?” You finally ask.
Spider stops digging through the worn down hard drives.
“Who?”
“Neteyam. Didn’t want you coming to see the RDA off either?”
Spider scoffs at the, leaving the tech behind to cross the small room.
“I wouldn’t say that. I’m not the one he’s worried about getting into trouble.”
Spider may not have heightened senses like the Na’vi but you worry that he sees the way your hands ball around the thin blankets.
“So Lo’ak handed the role of babysitter off to you somehow.” You lean back against the cold wall, trying to appear bored by the conversation.
“Just for today. He was clear that I would only be a substitute.”
Your brows furrow at that. Maybe Lo’ak doesn’t mind watching over you as much as he lets on. Then again Lo’ak never fails to find your company amusing, and for all the wrong reasons. Some days you wonder if Neteyam would really be cross with you for slapping his brother across the face. Maybe if you batted your lashes and played it off as self defense….
“Well I’m sorry you can’t be there.”
It’s Spider’s turn to look confused.
“Why?”
“Colonel Quaritch is your dad, isn’t he?”
“That asshole is nothing close to a father.” Spider’s jaw clenches, posturing already shifting to loom over you. He may be human but his six foot frame of striped muscle greatly outweighs your own.
“Oh trust me, I know. Quaritch has been nothing but a tyrant my entire life. I honestly don’t know how he managed to get back into General Ardmore’s good graces after half the stunts he has pulled. That’s why I was excited for today. Finally see that bastard put in his place.” Spider watches you closely. In some ways it feels like all he is missing he ears and tail of a Na’vi.
“Thought maybe you would want to see that too.”
You know a good deal about Spider Soccoro. He is a story that is often shared among the recombinants but never in Quaritch’s presence. Many tales have been told of the feral stripped boy that was more trouble than worth. You wonder if the stories would have been different if he hadn’t chosen the Sullys in the end. Still, even with their biased filters you know that they put Spider through hell.
Kidnapping is traumatic enough without having to watch islands burn and friends cry for justice.
“I don’t care what happens to that bastard.” Spider huffs before promptly turning around and fishing through the hard drives once more. You’ve killed the already strained mood.
“Well then you’re a better person than me. Good for you.” Spider doesn’t answer but you can tell he is listening.
A bitter laugh escapes you. “Hell, I’ve only had to put up with him from a distance and I would ring his neck myself if given the chance.”
Spider’s fingers fiddle with a blue hard drive, eyes staring down thoughtfully.
“But I guess I should trust Neteyam to give him what he deserves. Watch that monster tuck his tail and accept his failure for what it is.” It’s the one cause you consider Neteyam and yourself on the same side of.
Leaning back, you prop your feet up onto the creaky mattress.
“Yeah.” He says shortly.
“Ugh don’t get me started on Lyle though-”
“What are you trying to do?” Spider springs to his feet, glaring daggers down at you.
“What do-”
“Do you think I’m really that stupid? Neteyam told me you would do this. Trying to spin a story that would allow you to escape.”
You swallow the lump in your throat. You’re startled by the outburst to say the least but at this point there is nothing to lose. This man you only met fifteen minutes ago is the difference between spending the rest of your days here and returning back to Earth. Neteyam’s punishments are far from being enough to deter you from taking this chance.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to-”
“Would it kill you to just stay out of trouble for this one day? For my sake?” The look he gives you is anything but tender in comparison to his words.
The bitter taste of impending failure is already settling in. You can already feel the immense weight of this dread and it springs you into action. This can’t be the end.
It won’t be.
“Can you really blame me though? For wanting to say goodbye to everything and everyone I have ever known?”
Spider goes quiet, hazel eyes suddenly avoiding your own gaze.
“Believe whatever you want but the fact is this day will never repeat. This is literal history and…” You voice quivers, blunt teeth sinking into your bottom lip in restraint. The last barrier to holding the words back. “The last glimpse at my old life.”
You don’t allow the gravity of those whispered words to plant themselves. This is all a ruse after all. Just enough sadness to get Spider to cooperate and yet saying it out loud feels like tying an anchor to your ankle. Truly realizing how stuck you may be from here on out.
Spider doesn’t say anything for a long while. Neither of you look at each other, letting the silence sizzle between you.
And then finally….
“We have to be quick.”
“And no touching anything. I mean it, shit out here can be extremely poisonous.” Spider rattles on, listing yet another rule to follow as the two of you venture through the thick terrain. You roll your eyes. You may not be a match for the creatures of Pandora physically but you’ve studied enough to understand what to stay away from.
“We’re there for five minutes tops, got it?” Spider says as he pushes a hanging branch out of your path.
“Yes sir.” You salute him playfully. Now that you are less than a mile away from Bridgehead a certain giddiness begins to take over. It swirls together with your nerves and apprehension but it doesn’t deter you. This is the closest you have been to freedom in a week.
Eywa’s mightiest creatures could not keep you from your goal.
Years down the road when you wake up from kyro this will all be some awful dream that embeds itself into your revenge arch. Starting with Miles Quaritch of course.
“I’m being serious. Neteyam will kill me if he sees you out here. I’m sticking my neck out for you.”
“It will be worth it.” You say simply, a skip in your step when you recognize the familiar path that leads back to Bridgehead. This the same one you had carved deeper with every trip you had taken to your oasis. Looking back there is nothing more you regret but the sight of it still makes you smile.
Spider never stops his stern rambling. Despite the fact that he is built like a Greek God, his speeches do little to intimidate you. Not when you’re used to nine feet of solid muscle and sharp canines.
There is a bank that overhangs Bridgehead. A spot that Spider deems the perfect lookout for the two of you. You consider trying to convince him to get the two of you closer. After all, what good is a farewell that can’t be heard? Truth is, there really aren’t many people you would bother trying to say goodbye to. Jeremy moved on from you months ago, you have very little friends outside of that and what little you did have can be nothing but traitors by letting you get offered up without complaint.
It feels like a risky move, however. Spider is sure to catch wind of your deception at the first hints of you disobeying.
“Here,” Spider mutters, suddenly pulling your arm so you stand directly in front of him. This leaves you sandwiched between the cliff’s edge and Spider’s tall frame.
“Hey!” You snip at him, ripping your arm from his hold.
“This way I can keep a close eye on you.” He smirks, hands resting confidently on his hips because he knows as well as you that his physical prowess greatly outweighs your own. It’s clear his trust is far from being earned.
“Well do you have to breathe down my neck? Christ! I could use some space.”
“No chance.” Spider responds shortly but his eyes are already scanning the crowd of RDA members below.
“Neteyam doesn’t really take kindly to others sniffing around me.”
You hate to play that card but it seems to be the only one you have in your deck and if you have any chance of getting out of here, Spider can’t be pressed up against you. A harsh glare is thrown down at you but with knitted brows and a fierce frown, the male takes a few steps back. It isn’t much, surely his presence will still be your first obstacle, but it’s a start.
Every minute that passes by feels like torture. You watch as palettes of heavy equipment and artillery are rolled along the concrete with Na’vi supervising. Each one packed away is a signal of passing time, another stream of sand that falls through your hourglass of opportunity. The real nerves, however, kick in when the line of RDA members are escorted onto the ship.
How long is it going to take them to load everyone?
How long until your hopes are dashed?
You spot Neteyam taking his place at the head. He is dressed up in his traditional Olo’eyktan gear completely with a feathered mantle and oval forehead jewelry, but this time he holds a gun. He holds it with confidence, finger strategically placed over the barrel and ready to strike at a moment’s notice. His golden eyes spark today like fire. Even from your lookout spot from above, you can feel that darting heat.
You pray that they never fall on you again.
Spider shifts over your shoulder suddenly, blonde dreads ticking your neck. You scramble out of his space but instead of jerking you into place as you expect, he takes your spot at the front. Brows knitting together, you watch him carefully as he crawls forward.
Finally you spot what has captured his undivided attention.
Colonel Miles Quaritch sternly leads his band of mutants through the crowd. They tower so high over the rest of the Sky People the sight is almost comedic. However, Spider is doing anything but laughing. His mask fogs up as he watches the scene with intensity.
It’s like he is dead to the world, eyes trained on the man that has been anything but a father to him.
You expect him to cheer, snarl, anything that shouts of victory. It was promises of seeing karma after all that had bought you this outing but Spider is silent and still. And then there is something else that flashes over his demeanor, a pang of emotion that is hard for you to place.
Pain?
Hatred?
Guilt?
This swirl of tangled feelings is confusing.
Perhaps there is still so much more to learn about Spider Socorro.
Regardless, this is your chance and you plan to take it. Tension bleeding into the moment you watch Spider diligently while beginning to back away. It feels as if the world’s ambience has been muffled into background noise and the only sound breaking through is the obnoxious puff of each breath through your mask. Neteyam hadn’t given you the serum shot this morning, assuming you would be spending the whole day in the outpost. Now, however, you wish he had.
Spider is so enveloped in the moment, however, that he gives no recognition of the sound or even branch you clumsily snap when backing down from the cliff’s edge.
There is no telling how long this trance will last or at what point you will be out of ear shot so you risk it all.
Bare feet tingling in protest, you race across the forest floor. There’s no sign of an easy and stealthy way down into Bridgehead. Going back down your normal path would risk Spider spotting you race by. That’s not an option but neither is falling to your death. On the east side the cliff shallows out into a grassy hill. If you’re lucky enough you might just be able to creep down it and remain hidden beneath the heavy greenery.
Upon reaching it, however, you step on loose dirt and the world rapidly spins around you. With neither a hint of grace or stealth you clumsily roll down the hill. Your muscles ache by the time you clunk to the bottom and you’re sure there are other injuries to be found. Adrenaline dulling the pain and panic, you dart to hide in the nearest bush instantly.
The scene is so much louder now that you are up close. Heavy trucks make blaring beeping sounds while reversing and Na’vi freely let out loose cries of victory and foreign threats. The commotion is just enough to have your presence remain undetected.
You don’t bank on that lasting for long though.
Your scanty traditional Na’vi attire is sure to draw attention. You need different clothes and you need it fast. Scaling around the outskirts of the chaos, you miraculously manage to make it to that familiar run down door. Sector two-your building.
Paranoia constantly scraping at your attention, you barely let the room equalize before ripping your mask off. These hallways feel so different than you remember them. Perhaps it is the feel of the metal floors beneath bare feet or the lacking furniture and crowd. It sends a chill up your spine as you sprint towards your room.
How much time do you have?
They can’t have loaded more than half of the crew by now.
And yet, the sight of deserted halls makes your feet slap against the floor faster.
Get dressed. Immerse yourself in the crowd. Hide until take off is through and then find a kyro capsule.
You mentally check through this list.
Piece of cake.
Maybe saying it out loud would make it sound less like a fool’s hope.
Fuck it. The odds don’t matter and neither do your nerves. This is a necessity, pure survival and that will be enough to keep you going. It will because it has to.
Your feet slip across the laminated floor when you frantically scramble to go back the way you came. Two tall and ominous shadows wrap from around the opposite corner and you are afforded just enough time to dart behind a wall before Lyle and Z Dawg appear.
“You’re an idiot.” She says.
“Yeah yeah say whatever you want but don’t pretend like you wouldn’t rip someone in half for a Big Mac right now.” Lyle defends himself, their shadows now paint the dimly lit corridor, stretching closer and closer to your tucked away spot.
You could run, but these are recombinants. They would pick up the sound of your footsteps in an instant. The wind from your sprint would carry your scent.
“Sure, but I asked what your first meal back on Earth would be, not what your guilty pleasure fast food order is.”
“These savages can keep their overgrown weeded garden of a planet. I want some fucking chicken nuggets!”
As their voices become louder it appears that running will be your only choice after all.
“I don’t even know why I ask at this point.” She sighs and a short hiss echoes down the hallway.
You swallow the lump in your throat, feet repositioning as you prepare yourself to run. If you were smart you would have already been halfway down the hallway at this point but some part of you refuses to move. It clings to hope foolishly.
“Well I’m sure-”
“Shut up asshole. The comm.” Z Dawg hisses and they both turn silent, no doubt listening to the orders on the other end.
Your hands are shaking now, that tremor traveling up your shoulders as you await their response.
“Copy that.” Lyle says and then the sound of heavy boots recedes into the distance.
You can hardly believe your luck.
That dark cloud of dread ripples away and hope takes its place once more. Maybe you can pull this off after all.
Your room is exactly as you left it. No one has bothered to pack up any of your things or even dispose of your half folded laundry. This tiny corner of a shared living space has been your own for your whole life, everything you have known. It feels so small now.
Rifling through the laundry basket you find a loose green tee and a pair of tan shorts. You originally had a whole outfit planned for this day, something comfortable but nice. Those garments are, however, still crumpled up on the ground. This will have to do.
As you hastily slip them over the beaded jewelry and tewng you pray to whatever god will listen that this will be enough to keep you incognito. You are barely finished buttoning up the shorts when heavy footsteps ring down the hallway.
Their echo is soft, no doubt still several halls away but they are progressively getting louder. Now is not the time to take any more risks. This room is tiny and already cramped with scattered junk. Hiding under your bed would not only be idiotic but near impossible with the way your creaky bed swoopes so low to the ground. There is, however, an old built-in cabinet above that you’ve used to hold your clothes.
It’s just barely big enough for you to squeeze into so with those footsteps getting louder and your own terror sky rocketing, you push everything out of it and shove your body into the metal space. The door has metal slots with just enough slant to allow your visual through it.
Your clammy right hand presses over your mouth when the door to the room creaks open.
Neteyam strolls in leisurely, eyes sweeping over the cramped space with interest. With wide eyes and strangled lungs, you watch him prowl through the area slowly. He bends down to run his fingers over the rumbled sheets, the back of his hand lingers over your pillow case.
He takes his time looking through the various knick knacks and cords littering your night stand. He doesn’t hesitate to ball the old picture of Jeremy into his fists. Its remains are tossed to the side without care.
Did he toss the real Jeremy like that?
You make a vow to find him as soon as you make it on board.
Assuming Neteyam hasn’t already hunted him down.
You could look for whatever is left of Jeremy.
You can’t think about that now, though. Not as your heart is pounding against your ribs like a bird trying to escape a cage. Not when Neteyam lifts his mask for a sip of air as he plays with your tiny music box.
He is gentle with all of your belongings, roaming through the area like a man that doesn’t have hundreds of Sky People to threaten off of his planet. Surely, he will have to leave soon. He’s just here out of curiosity, more of his stalker tendencies pushing him to invade your space.
The music box looks like a Christmas ornament in his palm and you worry that he will accidently crush it. It was a pain in the ass to get and a possession you have always treasured because of that. Neteyam’s ears push forward when he finally figures out how to start the music and that delicate ballerina begins to twirl.
“Maybe it’s all of your silly trinkets.” He breaks the silence, you startle slightly. He can’t be talking to you, you remind yourself. Neteyam thinks he is alone, just nosing through your old room as he thinks out loud. “Is that what you miss so much? What has you running off and acting naughty, little gift?”
He’s bluffing. There is no way he could know you are here. Your scent has to be strong in the room but that’s to be expected since this was your living space. Ironically this should be the perfect place to hide away.
“You know,” He starts, carefully placing the music box back down. “I was planning on letting you bring some of these funny things back to our kelku once you start behaving. A little incentive to be my good girl.”
The knot in your throat is near impossible to gulp down and when you do, his ears twitch. You don’t want to believe it. How did he find you? You tug your legs closer to your chest as if you can contort yourself into a small enough ball that will magically disappear.
“But it’s obvious now that you respond better to retribution than reward.”
It’s a miracle that your lip doesn’t split from how hard your teeth press into it. Neteyam may not be able to track your scent here but the smell of blood would be a dead giveaway. All signs point to being caught but you aren’t ready to hand over the last shreds of hope yet. Neteyam doesn’t know about the cabinet. He’s bluffing about knowing you are here. No one has seen you.
“We can revisit the idea of a reward system later, pet.”
The muscles in your legs are cramping beyond relief, begging you to stretch out. You don’t heed these discomforts, too paralyzed by the proximity of your captor. Neteyam on the other hand appears deceivingly content and relaxed, rummaging through your things as if he has all the time in the world.
He carefully opens your nightstand drawer and those hairless eyebrows raise immediately. The bras are tossed to the side with the same care as the picture but then tiny little lace fabric hangs from his fingers. It’s far from your greatest problem but your cheeks heat anyways when he carefully observes your light purple panties.
Out of all the drawers to open it seems that Neteyam knows just the one to torment you with.
“Then again,” The Olo’eyktan smirks. “These are quite cute.” And this time instead of inhaling from the respirator he soaks in the scent from the small fabric instead. Your thighs clench together.
“Wouldn’t mind having my little tawtute model these for me.” He hums, while pulling out several more pairs. He tucks them away safely in a small pouch attached to his loincloth. “That is, once I finally get rid of this rebellious streak of yours.”
You allow yourself a small sigh when Neteyam goes around to the other side of the bed, just enough distance for you to breathe properly.
“Time to come out, little gift.” He squats down onto his haunches, prowling across the floor like a predator on track. He must be searching for you and if that is true then you may still have a chance yet. Neteyam may think you are in here but he doesn’t know where exactly.
Thoughts race through your mind at a thousand miles per minute. They twist and twirl to find some way that you could get out of this situation unscathed. The doorway is visible through the slanted slits of the cupboard. With the proper footing you may be able to close that distance with a courageous leap. And maybe, just maybe that would be enough to catch Neteyam off guard and give you a head start.
You make one fatal mistake, however.
If there is one thing a good prey knows to do, it is to keep sight of their predator at all times.
Your feet don’t even get the chance to hit the ground, instead dangling and thrashing once you are caught with a strong hold around your waist. Hoping is waning but disappointment sprouts into increased vigor as your nails digging into his arms and legs struggle to kick back at him.
“YOU MOTHERFUCK-” Your cursing slings into a shriek when Neteyam grabs a fistful of your hair and uses it to strongly crane your head backwards. His golden eyes are dilated until only a thin rim of molten gold is visible. The weight of his angry gaze takes your breath away.
“Enough.” He enunciates the word, like a drawn sword ready to slash. “Listen closely, pet.” The lump in your throat goes down with a strained gulp. “There is not an inch of this Sky Demon hell hole or corner of this planet that you can run to without being drawn back to me. You are mine and I’ve done well to mark my property.” The fingers intertwined in your hair tickle over the back of your neck, no doubt leaving the trail of his scent behind. “You reek of me.”
Tears gather at the corner of your eyes and you flutter them closed to avoid his burning attention.
“As you should.” His voice rumbles as nothing more than a growl against the nape of your neck.
“I never asked for this!” Your fighting dimms down to nothing more than squirming as gritting the choked words out sucks your energy away. Before you can do anything to stop it, tears blaze trails down your cheeks. “Just let me go! Please!”
“Quiet, pet.”
Another yank to your hair and the words die on your lips. It’s clear now that the time for fun and games is over. Neteyam wastes no time in throwing you onto the creaky mattress and covering your body with his own until he becomes a shadow blocking out the fluorescent light above. His thighs straddle your waist, putting just enough weight down to keep you in place.
“No more tears.” He sighs, with down turned lips, but doesn’t pause his bunching of your tee shirt. “It’s clear I’ve been spoiling you too much.”
A broken grasp is pulled from your throat when he easily tears the shirt straight down the middle. You’re not sure what you are trying to accomplish as you swat at his working hands. The shirt was neither your favorite nor of great importance but you still try to stop the onslaught of ripping.
Confused and overwhelmed you squirm as he rips it into wide ribbons of fabric and then without warning you are flipped onto your stomach. You scramble to crawl away but Neteyam’s plants a foot on your ass and that is unfortunately all it takes to pin you down. Your hands are snatched next, forced together behind your back as the ripped stripes of your own shirt are used as makeshift rope to tie your wrists together.
Something about him using your own personal clothing to keep you bound for him has your legs kicking out fiercely. It won’t do much damage even if you manage to hit him, but there needs to be an outlet for your anger. You need to feel like there is still some wreckage for you to inflict. The last tiny shred of power that you cling to for dear life.
Neteyam isn’t in the mood to put up with your outbursts. Much like a fresh kill from his hunting trips he keeps you pinned and makes quick work of binding you imobile. The action is so well rehearsed and instinctual in fact that he already moves on to his next task of destroying your shorts.
Shrieks and small clawing fingers are simply background ambience for the Olo’eyktan as he works. Surprisingly the small tawtute sized Na’vi clothing is not exempt from the male’s destructive hands. They too become nothing more than rolling beads and scraps of fabric falling to the floor.
Your string of bloody curses are only temporarily interrupted by your own gasp when Neteyam takes a seat on the bed and throws you over his knee in one swift move. Kicking is no longer an option for your rage when he swings one leg over both of yours. Blood rushes to your head but even dizziness can’t stop your violent outrage.
However, it appears a cracking smack to your upturned ass can.
The pain doesn’t ripple forward until a few moments after your shock has subsided. Neteyam has always had creative ways of punishing you but this is different. You’d figured that he would never lay a hand on you after all that he has droned on and on about how important it is to protect a fragile thing like you.
But another hit accompanies the first and this time you can’t hold back your small squeak.
“Just as I thought.” He spanks you again, his hand mercilessly hitting both cheeks with every strike. “You’ve been practically begging for a firmer hand.” The cry that the next rapid three slaps pull from you is one that you don’t recognize.
“Pretty little things like you still struggle to remember their place.”
“Stop! Stop!” You shriek, trapped legs still fruitlessly sprawling for escape.
“Don’t worry, little gift.” He squeezes one of your pink cheeks after this last spank. “That’s what I am here for. I won’t let your silly little tawtute tendencies keep you away from me.”
It doesn’t take long for the color of your backside to match your face as the blood drains to your head. Neteyam is persistent, hardly batting an eye at your cries and shrieks. From cursing to death threats, none of your spewed venom makes him flinch. If anything you manage to catch his small smirk when you twist to glare up at him. You don’t make that mistake again when you find this behavior only rewards you with condescending coos from the Na’vi.
“That’s a good girl. Let all those nasty words go.” He purrs, heavy hand never letting up on your poor bottom.
It’s this praise that has your mouth clamping shut. You hold back any and every sound you can as your ass takes a beating. Which is not a lot when the Na’vi male has unfathomable strength and your backside already feels like flames could erupt from it at any moment.
“Oh pet, I’ve hardly even touched you and you’re already blushing so pretty for me.” Neteyam hums in delight, hand roaming over your burning ass like an art piece just waiting to be admired properly.
Hardly even touched you?
Is this just his way of being an ass or are you truly that far from the finish line?
You jolt when one finger slips between the crack of your cheeks, teasing over your hole gently. A sound caught between a scream and whimper erupts from you without thought. Bound hands flatten and flail to cover the untouched area but Neteyam simply chuckles and lets his own hand retreat.
“Mawey, tiyawn.” Neteyam pats your backside softly, almost in a casual reassuring manner. “Another day.”
It’s hard to say what is more humiliating. Being bound and turned over the Olo’eyktan’s knee like a naughty child or the wetness trickling from your pussy at the feel of his teasing fingers in a place you’ve never dared let anyone else explore before.
Pain is a great distraction from your humiliation. So much so that it eventually motivates you to dash pride to the side and begin your pleading.
“A-ah Neteyam! I’m sorry! I’m sorry…eh-ah I-I’ll be good!” It’s not even clear what you are trying to say anymore. Your mouth runs on autopilot, throwing out any line of remorse in hopes of one doing the job. “I ngh-ah didn’t mean to! I won’t run! Can’t take anymo- ah! Neteyam!”
He reigns his hits to warm the underside of your thighs too, moving between that vulnerable area and your ass in such an erratic way that it is impossible to anticipate where the next will land.
Plea after plea is thrown out but resembles nothing more than garbled desperation, nothing that can pass as a full sentence.
However, one call catches his attention.
“Olo’eyktan please!”
The sound of slapping skin stops.
Tears continue to plunge down your cheeks even without the constant spanking, your ass burns and tingles in shock. The tuft of his tail poruses over your naked thighs, sending a sensation both painful and ticklish.
“Repeat, pet.”
“Wha-what?” You stammer, voice thick with tears.
“What did you say?” That large hand comes down once more like a crack of lightning.
“AH! Olo’eyktan O-Olo’eyktan please please please. No more no more!”
He smooths over your knotted hair, pushing it away from your sweaty temple and tear stained face. It’s tempting to look away from his soft gaze but intuition tells you to let him see the trembling state he has left you in. Let him witness how pitiful and distraught a simple spanking has made you be.
“I….I’m sorry, Olo’eyktan.”
Neteyam smiles like one would at a lover, a tender pride lacing his lips.
“You’re learning, pet.”
Putting batteries in that small remote was a mistake. A ridiculous useless mistake that now leaves you standing on shaky legs. The pink vibrator that has resided in your nightstand drawer dutifully on hand for years is now the source of your torment.
Well, maybe not the source per say.
No, the true origin of this humiliation stares back at you with knowing eyes and swatting tail, his large hand making that tiny remote look like a children’s toy. The vibrator buzzes inside of you on the lowest setting, but that relief can only last for so long with the way Neteyam enjoys jumping between the different levels.
Every last shredded piece of your Na’vi and human clothing lays back on the floor of your old bedroom. The only savior of your decency is Neteyam’s cloak that he had thrown around your shoulders. With the size difference this cloak acts more like a dress and therefore gives you more coverage than you’ve had in a week yet somehow leaves you feeling more vulnerable than ever before. Trembling fingers never stray from the seams of the cloak, keeping it wrapped around you tightly as the crowds of humans and Na’vi continue to pass you.
Neteyam has left you with one of the other Na’vi warriors but never out of his sight. It’s a miracle that your hands were cut loose in the first place but perhaps that is another sick joke the Olo’eyktan plays on you. He knows that you won’t run. He knows you can’t run. His attention and promised consequences for misbehavior are more than enough to keep you tucked in his pocket.
That and of course his control over the rippling vibrations that torture your pussy.
The nearest warrior is sure to be noticing your frazzled state by now. At least he has the decency to hide his interest, unlike another Na’vi that watched from the sidelines. Lo’ak, leaned against one of the hoverships like it’s a random Tuesday afternoon, watches with a small smirk and perked ears. If Neteyam notices, he doesn’t seem to have a problem with it because Lo’ak is left unbothered in his ogling.
The tempo increases, the vibrator now picking a pattern of random pulses that bash against your sweet spot. Bottom lip bleeding now from your biting, it’s a struggle to keep your moans at bay. With the heavy machinery moving and hundreds of Na’vi and humans passing surely there must be enough noise to block out any degrading sounds you make. But you can’t take that risk. You’ve made the mistake of underestimating the Na’vi’s enhanced hearing before and that is what has landed you here.
Neteyam twirls the tiny remote between his fingers like a fidget toy as another Na’vi warrior comes to report.
You start to commiserate the loss of that ridiculous human sized loincloth Neteyam made you because at least then there was some fabric barrier to hide your wetness. Now, the thick Pandoran air runs up the cloak and over your soaked thighs and cunt. It reminds you constantly how pathetic you have become as orgasm after orgasm has escaped your grip. Even worse it reminds you how easy it is to carry that aroused scent through the breeze for all Na’vi to detect. At that rate, worrying about your noises is the least of your concerns.
Lo’ak reloads the machine gun with practiced hands, moving with muscle memory so he can continue to stare and send silent messages your way. No doubt he is theorizing on what exactly his brother has done to diminish you to such a state. His eyes dance with those ideas, the little quirk of his lips telling you just how creative and vial his thoughts have turned.
Another level up and this time it is Neteyam’s eyes that have you squirming. Your impending orgasm coils tighter and tighter with every passing second and you're so desperate to find some way to release this energy that your bare feet begin fidgeting against the concrete. It’s almost like a little dance, one that has Lo’ak laughing under his breath.
It stops.
You breathe.
There is some sort of commotion off in the distance. Not one that you can truly pin down the source of but you do notice the way Neteyam nods as a Na’vi female says something to him. With a wave she is dismissed and then the Olo’eyktan saunters off. Although slightly worried over the trouble, you are grateful for the respite.
And then a nightmare unfurls before your eyes.
Instead of marching to the issue, Neteyam takes a pit stop to converse with his younger brother. Lo’ak’s tail whips in the wind at whatever is whispered in his ear but the real horror comes when that traitor of a remote is handed over to the younger Sully male.
You are seconds away from stomping over there and crushing that pink little weapon before the other male can wield it. However, your dutiful guard places a hand on your shoulder after just one step. His eyes remain locked forward but the warning is enough as his hand retreats. You are still being watched.
With one last glance your way, Neteyam has the audacity to give you, his little pet, a warm smile before leaving you in the hands of his brother.
Lo’ak swings the gun around to his back in favor of playing with his new toy. Every dark and viscous fiber left within you is channeled into the glare you give him. It should say everything that your lips can not.
Don’t you dare.
Don’t you fucking dare.
Now would be a good time to look into Na’vi curses, anything you could betrix upon him for what he is about to do, because of course Lo’ak won’t back down. If anything that fire in your eyes lights his own delight and has him sitting down and bracing forward. Forearms resting on his thighs he clocks your every movement.
This is sure to be the best entertainment the bastard has had in a long time.
He savors the passing moments of anticipation. Never backing down from the ultimate seething looks you give him. Finally a crash sounds and that distraction is right when Lo’ak sets the vibrator to high. From zero to one hundred, pleasure rackets through you like a shock wave. The force is so much that it temporarily makes you stumble on your feet. The other guard wordlessly steadies you back into place.
Lo’ak’s grin is feral.
This silent battle slips between your fingers so quickly it is hard to comprehend, because all that can register in your brain is how fast you are hurtling towards an orgasm. After Neteyam’s denial your body is high strung and ready to take any sensation as fuel to push you over the edge. Nails digging into the soft fabric of Neteyam’s cloak, pleasure rockets higher and higher until only the whites of your eyes are visible.
Knees bowing inward, ecstasy is finally yours.
There isn’t enough energy left to question why Lo’ak let you reach your high. Instead you focus on riding that wave while simultaneously keeping upright.
That persistent buzzing against your sweet spot continues until your nerves are short circuiting. The pleasure turns to overstimulation and you give Lo’ak a look that alerts him of this change.
His amusement tells you that he already knows your predicament but his thumb remains far from the off button.
Pathetic noises now bubble up your throat without restraint as pleasure ebbs into pain. It switches back and forth until another release is on the verge of consuming your being. The guard next to you doesn’t say anything when he helps to sit on the cold ground.
The second orgasm has a bitter taste to it but your greedy pussy clenches around the toy all the same. It’s almost too bad that Neteyam decided not to gag you because at least that would muffle your cries as you rock down onto the toy. Lo’ak gulps at the sight, pupils blown wide when the first glimmer of tears scrape down your cheeks.
Regardless, he shows no mercy as he takes in the show with undivided interest.
Vaguely you register the bustle and commotion around you as different Na’vi and humans rush to and fro, giant machinery finally backing into place but they are only background noise to your third orgasm.
Your body is caught between delight and despair with every passing second. When you are close to reaching your peak for the fourth time your body is resistant to get you there all the way. The intense buzzing in your pussy is driving you wild but still not enough to drag out another orgasm after being too overstimulated. Despite the soreness that emanates from your wrecked hole, your clit throbs in agony. Begging to be touched. To be licked. Pinched. Flicked. God, anything at this point.
Memories of Neteyam doing just that surface, pushing you closer and closer to another dumbing climax and yet only serve as a reminder of how you are not getting the treatment you so desperately need. Pride is dashed to the side, you’ll worry about the consequences of grinding onto the toy in public later.
Lo’ak’s hands roughly brush over his inner thighs and it draws your attention. The taunt muscle and smooth skin of those thighs would surely brush over your intimate flesh so perfectly. He would probably help you too, hands clawing at your hips as they urge you back and forth over the area. Even more so, the younger brother would not be able to pass up the opportunity to show his power over the situation, muscles flexing to tease your clit oh so beautifully.
You’re not sure when Lo’ak became telepathic but he grips his knees and gives you a look that says he knows every dark desire that plagues your brain. His nails press into that soft flesh and drag until there are pretty red marks left behind. If you crawled over there sweetly, would he let you ride? Maybe if you healed those red marks with open mouthed kisses and kitten licks.
Unaroused you would be ashamed of this train of thought but she is so far gone now.
The only thing your poor abused cunt is begging for was attention. Anything to get this awful mix of heaven and hell to bleed into euphoric release and rest.
The only thing stopping you from reaching down and finishing the job yourself is the assurance that Lo’ak would snip all pleasure in a bud at the sight of any touching.
The area has been cleared of invaders. Na’vi begin to make their way off to the hills before take off but you are none the wiser. Caught in your own little bubble you don’t even notice when a sudden shadow blocks out the sun. That is until, large warm hands slip under the cloak and skate over your spread legs.
Such a simple touch has never made you whimper more.
Neteyam’s accent is thicker now, words heavy enough to hardly understand the meaning as he coos at you. “There’s my sweet pet. Little slut just wants to come again, don’t you?”
His fingers force your legs to spread even wider. Lo’ak’s stares as if his glare could heat up enough to burn through that cloak.
With such delicacy it makes you want to scream, Neteyam uses two fingers to part your pussy lips and expose your pulsing clit. The other hand slithers down to rest on your thigh as you try to buck against the air.
“Come for your Olo’eyktan, pet,” He growls and with the other hand he begins delivering rapid little taps to your clit. It’s humiliating how tiny the gesture that puts you over the edge is but you paint the toy white regardless.
When the vibrator finally takes a rest you are too far lost in your own little world. Neteyam swaddles you in the cloak and carries you in his arm as you bury into his chest. And conveniently, when you are tucked back in the forest there is no awareness left in you to recognize the sound of launching ships.
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Headcanon on how the avatar men eat their mates Iykyk
This is pure filth absolutely 18+ only
Jake:
Jake has a bit of an upper hand with previously being human understanding human women needs. And recreational sex in general. Before being enlisted in the Marines he was quite the ladies man. Even being wheelchair bound didn’t stop him from pleasing a woman. He relied solely on his mouth and fingers post Marines
As an Avatar he can do way more to please a woman with just his mouth
He eats you knowing that a woman’s pleasure always comes first. Literally. It’s not too sloppy where he loses control, after he is a disciplined man.
He starts slow, teasing you with his hot breath on your skin, making sure you anticipate everything
He likes to get you all riled up whispering in your ear how he’s going to take care of his good girl
He likes to trail kisses all over your body before where you need him the most sucking on your skin harshly
He uses a slow pace not burning himself out too fast making sure he edges you just enough
He sucks hard, French kisses your puffy lips slobbering on you like it’s his last meal
He’s also very vocal. He doesn’t shy away from praising you “that’s right pretty girl who’s making you feel good?” “Fuck baby, prettiest damn pussy I’ve ever seen”
He loves when you’re vocal too. If he’s completely lost in his own lust he gets needy
He starts to demand you tell him who’s making you feel good. “Say who’s making you feel this good baby girl!”
He loves it when you call him sir while he’s sucking your swollen bud
He loves eating, but god does he love the sight of you on his knees for him begging for his cum
Tonowari
This man may be absolutely huge and intimidating, but he’s a lover at heart
He will always make you come first before he even thinks about his own pleasure
He’s gentle and tender even when he’s fighting his primal urges to take you and fuck you fast and hard
He’s a man of resolve putting all your needs first
He worships every inch of your body before kissing where you need him most
He loves seeing you writhe under him with anticipation
He loves kissing your pussy and breathing in your scent before diving in
He French kisses your lips slowly, then hearing your whimpers dives in like a man starved, completely drunk off your body
He puts his whole back into your pleasure
He loves how small you are compared to him
He eats you vigorously sucking, lapping with his large tongue, and practically inhaling your juices
Your pleasure is an absolute must before sex
He’s a little shy when he hears your cussing but you reassure him it’s because you feel good
He’s a love maker at the end of the day and is incredibly sensual for you
He likes to vocalize how your pleasure makes him feel good too “my flower, you’re driving me mad with those pretty little noises. Is this all because of me?”
He craves your validation knowing that you give it to him every time (he’s a very confident lover)
He prefers eating you out more than his own pleasure
He could devour you every single second of the day completely addicted to you
So’lek
A man like So’lek who’s seen more war and anguish than most, doesn’t waste time when it comes to pleasing his mate
He quite literally dives into it and is eager to make you scream his name
Although a grumpy man he’s secretly a romantic
Your moans are like music to his ears and he makes it his mission to satisfy you first and foremost
He starts by nuzzling his nose into your swollen bud loving to be absolutely smothered in your juices, he’s practically pussy drunk off you
He would let you suffocate him with your thighs if you wanted to; he’d die a happy man
He’s not much of a teaser and likes to be straightforward by kissing and sucking your clit and moaning loudly to send the vibrations through your spine
His favorite part is when your legs begin to shake and you grip his braids so tight his scalp goes numb
He likes to drag his tongue up and down your slit and then brings it to your puffy bud and rubs it in fast circular motions
He will have a pretty tight grip on your thighs so you won’t escape his clutch, sometimes accidentally leaving fingerprints on your hips
Sometimes he’s so caught up in the moment he brings himself to a climax feeding into your pleasure, because it’s the number one thing that turns him on
Tsu’tey
Although Tsu’tey is a traditional man, he’s by no means a prude
He’s had his fair share of lovers in his younger years and takes great pride in how confident he is as a sexual partner
He never lets you leave disappointed, and his mate’s priorities always come first: literally
He’s a little rigid and uptight at first since this isn’t his usual form of pleasing you but after testing the waters and hearing your pleas he’s more than happy to try
He’s calculated and meticulous with his movements
He drowns himself in the sound of your moans which give him the ego boost he needs to keep going
He uses small tentative licks that he likes to tease you with
A man of strong resolve like him quickly crumbles when he hears those sweet little whimpers coming from his mate
He likes to use his fingers to help out, not that he thinks he needs any
He’ll use two fingers in the “come here” motion expertly finding your g spot that’ll have you seeing stars in seconds
He loves to nip and kiss the inside of your thighs, teasing you to perfection and sucking on your tender skin
His favorite technique is to suck on your swollen clit and finger you with his long tongue at the same time usually resulting in an immediate orgasm
You have to pull him out of his shell a little bit with being vocal, but once he’s comfortable he moans along with you
Secure in his sexuality he likes to ask you how he can do better eager to learn how your body works from the inside out
summary: after losing your father to the hands of the sky people, you're lost, and vulnerable, and may have to finally face the feelings long overbrewed for the princess of the omatikaya; who already seems preoccupied choosing between her betrothed and the new warrior dreamwalker within the clan.
warnings: miscommunication, grief, mention of death, supposed unrequited feelings, accidental mating, some mention of violence, jealousy, reader thinks neytiri is a goddess btw, because she is fr, two idiots in love.
word count : 1,792
neytiri was to be courted and eventually mated to tsu’tey. they would become a mated pair, neytiri would be the next tsahik and tsu’tey would follow as ole’ekytan. it was the way. you had known this ever since you were small.
so why did it matter now? was it the way the demon named jake sully stared at her, like she was the most precious thing he’d seen? or was it the fact time was closing in until Tsu’tey would have Neytiri as his?
you had known, you had known this. Neytiri was untouchable, dutifully paired off with Tsu’tey because he was a warrior, a leader, a provider. and yet your skin burned at the thought, a selfish voice prodded at your head, that you could be better.
you would tear the flesh of jake sully’s skin if you were permitted, you would carve out tsu’tey’s heart and hand it to her if she so requested.
your envy, your burning jealousy grew by the day, it was gnarly and rough as you trained. your sparring partners were all but thrown about in your silent rage, you spent more time hitting bullseyes than sleeping at this point. several sleepless nights spent glaring at the ceiling were not doing wonders for your health, it seemed Neytiri had snugly plagued every corner of your brain.
it had always been her.
it wasn’t this infatuation that had sprouted one day or a crush that had formed recently. no, this yearning had been prevalent ever since you were children. practicing english after Dr Augastine’s lessons at school, healing your wounds after a difficult hunt, dancing at celebrations, running through the forest while it was raining, watching the wild animals of pandora trot around from afar.
your admiration only grew throughout the years, starting from a curious flame to an aching fire.
and the opportunity to finally confess arrived at the most unfortunate time in your life. grief wasn’t unknown to the omatikaya, in recent years it seemed to have trebled, and you had been lucky enough to dodge the bullet. so far, at least up until now. your father’s body didn’t look real, it looked fake. eywa you wished it was, that his cold body was warm. that maybe he was still breathing, that life welcomed him once more.
but no matter how long you stared, at his now dull skin, that used to shine the brightest cobalt. he did not awaken. he did not budge, he never would again. so you cupped your hands and shakily let a seed from the spirit tree float down, down into the crevice in the ground he would forever be nestled in from now on.
and that’s when she knelt next to you, green eyes scanning your slumped frame. before she could even whisper the words, “i’m sorry.” you had grasped her hand tightly, swallowing the lump in your throat and not bothering to mask the tears. her body had jolted slightly before her own grasp tightened on yours, squeezing your hand in support.
you were friends after all. friends. you suppose that’s all you’d ever be. and what is grief but an accelerant to show your love for others?
your turn had been slow, facing her shakily, the others sharing their condolences had left a long while ago. you had been frozen, sitting there for hours, just staring at his still corpse, shrouded in flora and seeds from the sacred tree. “neytiri.”
“yes. i am here, i am here.” a part of you melted at just that, eywa how lucky you were for her to be here, cosied up next to you. cradling your hand in hers, it was a blessing, that would’ve been appropriately savoured at any other time than this.
“i wish you’d never have to leave.” the admission was almost bitter, the tears cascading down only ran thicker, trailing down the slopes of your cheeks with abandon.
“what do you mean friend?” she shifted closer, dipping her head down so your gaze landed on hers. her beautiful eyes, speckled with green and yellow, so unique, so breathtaking.
“i don’t want to be your friend.” her mouth parted in a silent gasp, a look of offence rushing over her features, but she stayed in place, stubborn for an explanation. “the day sylwanin passed, i had made you a courting gift.”
“…what?”
“it was a necklace, it was clumsy. i was so excited to make it, there were feathers and parts of fractured crystals and my ikran’s tooth. she had broken it, i thought it would symbolise giving you my soul and even more after that.”
“i don’t, i don’t understand.” her grip had faltered and her eyes were frantically blinking.
“my heart broke when i found out sylwanin passed, it broke even more with the news of your betrothal. if i had, talked to you the day before, i- i don’t know. i have loved you, always, the first time i looked at you, i just knew. i can’t, i can’t go the rest of my life pretending that my heart doesn’t belong to you. it does. it will for the rest of eternity. i will lose you, you will never be my mate but i just need you to know neytiri, i know that you will not choose me, you cannot, tsu’tey is good, so is jake, i see the way they look at you. i-“
“you fool.” but the insult held no malice, it held endearment. it took everything within you not to shudder with the sudden movement of your face being cupped, so gently, so..lovingly. “i have wanted to fulfil my duty. i have two men that are courting me, one because he has to, the other because he has fallen in love with me.” one moment the both of you were sitting at the open grave, and the next, she had pulled you up and silently beckoned you to follow until you arrived at the trees of voices.
it was an ethereal sight, people would commonly visit in dark times, in times of struggle, or even, when mating. she spoke again, softly. “these two men, they are strong, very strong.” you sucked in a breath, your wet eyes leaking once again. “no no, do not cry, please do not cry. they are not you.”
“they’re not me? i don’t- i don’t understand.” it had been a long day, so it didn’t take much for your knees to buckle, the confusion and pain of it all was too much to candle. but sweet, perfect neytiri caught you, settling on her knees with her arms wrapped around your torso. keeping you grounded.
“why should i not be allowed to choose from my heart? i have been chasing duty for so what? what would it be worth if i do not have a mate i adore? i respect jake and tsu’tey.”
you held your breath.
“but i adore you.” she crooned, and your slumped posture from earlier returned, this time you leant purely into her. head slotting in the crook of her neck.
“please, tell me this is real.”
“i see you, i love you too.” she whispered in the crown of your head, “i thought that, that it could never happen. you became so cold after i was betrothed, always training, always busy. i missed you.”
“i’m sorry, im so sorry. i was trying to distract myself, but you were always the highlight of my day. whenever i saw or spoke to you, my heart beamed.”
“it is okay yawne, do not apologise.” she pulled you closer, incredibly so, both warm and moulded together. any semblance of control drifted away, the sigh you let out was pure contentment, happiness and giddiness.
“can, can we-“ you were unable to get the words out, shifting slightly and in doing so, accidentally pushed your kurus that had been laying at your sides, together. they wrapped around each other eagerly, intensely interlocking and in doing so, you and neytiri cried out brokenly. equally as startled at the hundreds of sensations now invading your senses.
you locked eyes frantically, and after a moment’s long silent pause. both laughed, airy and disbelieving. tsaheylu had been made, your kurus had practically sought each other, intertwining desperately. you felt her, the potency of her emotions weren’t like any other. it coursed through you, love, adoration, endless bouts of affection hurtled straight towards you.
“my mate.” you breathed, cocooning into whatever skin of hers you could reach. “my glorious mate.” attentive fingers caressed her soft cheeks, they ran down her cobalt chest, pressing deeply against a bare breast. right above her beating heart. “i will protect this, your soul. i vow it.”
neytiri’s smile was bound to hurt from how wide it stretched her pink gums. “it was not how i expected this to go.” she admitted sheepishly, a rare sight. the colour in her face saturated, blooming into a warm plum. “this day, it has been long for you.”
you nodded, still shaken up. “yes.” you thumbed her intricate braids, “yes it has. but i would not trade it. i have lost, and i have gained.” slowly, you pulled her close, enough so that you both were enveloped. “tsu’tey and jake will kill me.”
“they would be foolish to try.” she hissed, quietly. warmth seeping into you.
“what about your mother? your father? will your title be strippe-“
“do not worry. all is as it should be.” neytiri nuzzled deeper, melting into her newfound mate. “we will get through it. rest.”
sleep chased you, and right there, at the tree of souls, you drifted off. grief tucked behind your ribs and love driven into your guarded heart. her own arms went slack, but the loose hold remained, two new lovers bathing under sacred light, ready to defy the odds. to go against tradition.
love was never easy.
“what if, i don’t deserve this? deserve you?” you had tentatively said the next morning, caressing the curves of her face. unsure if you were prepared to walk into hometree, to see the judging stares towards you. undoubtedly towards you, because neytiri was the heavens plucked from the sky, would you be deemed worthy enough to settle by her side?
“you worry too much.” her lips found purchase on your temple, pressing so delicately that they might’ve not been felt at all if you weren’t paying attention. “eywa has willed it so, you are meant for me. you are mine, mine. and i am yours, i wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s.” she smiled, challengingly, “if anyone dares to disagree, they will face my bow.”
you laughed disbelievingly, how could someone so sweet be equally as deadly? it was, intoxicating. cupping the strongest and the most beautiful person in all of existence. “then, i shall be your arrow.”
author's note: dude, first of all what do we think of the dividers? (i made them myself!!), i think theyre beautiful and i think ill put them up for others to use with credit. honestly glad i finally finished this one shot, the feeling of it to me is very beautiful, theres grief, sadness, jealousy and so much love. above all when i write, i prioritise emotion and i hope people are able to see that.
i also hope my depiction of neytiri isnt too mischaracterised, shes such a beautiful character, one of my favourites actually. this is also a hard launch for my blog and first fic. i cant wait to write more!! anyway to show youve enjoyed this like likes, comments and reblogs are so appreciated and motivate me to continue writing. it goes for all authors, dont be quiet or silent if you really enjoy something!! ive rambled enough LMAO (my bad my bad), let me know your thoughts :]
