☼ fem! na’vi reader, dad! neteyam, sfw, slice of life vibes, so much fluff, humor, ft. unc lo’ak.
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In the kelutral, Lo’ak holds up his six month old nephew, Siay.
He tilts his head and squints like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. Wide eyes flicker toward you, studying your face— then dart to Neteyam, scanning his facial features. Neither of you notice his staring, and his attention eventually returns to his nephew.
Lo’ak presses his lips together, smothering a laugh with a cough as he cuddles a dozing Siay close to his chest. He lets out a low whistle.
“Wow,” he says, reclining against a wall.
Your hands pause where they’d been re-tightening the knot on your hammock, looking to Lo’ak in alarm. “What is it?” The task is abandoned as you stride over. “Is the baby alright?”
“He’s fine,” Lo’ak insists. He turns Siay around until his back is supported on his chest, forearm propping up his bottom. “See?”
You place your hands on your hips, tail swishing in annoyance. “Then why did you say that?”
Neteyam wanders over, confusion splayed across his face. He stands close enough that your arms touch.
Lo’ak giggles, squishing Siay’s cheeks between his fingers. “Bad news, tsmuke. Siay truly is an exact copy of my skxawng brother.” He strains his neck slightly to see the baby’s face, who has opened his bright eyes and is looking around. “He is less ugly, though.”
“Lo’ak,” Neteyam chides, ears flattening. He frowns when you laugh and glares at his brother. “My son is not ugly.”
“He isn’t. You are.”
“Take a look at yourself, baby brother. If I am ugly, you are ugly.”
You grab Neteyam’s elbow. Amusement colors your voice as you say, “Enough, ma Neteyam.” Smiling down at Lo’ak, you hold out your arms. “Give me my son, skxawng.”
He grins and rises to his feet, handing over the squirming baby. “I feel bad you have to live with my brother. At least Siay is cute.”
Neteyam chases Lo’ak out of sight, their playful fighting and laughter warming your heart. You cradle Siay in your arms, that same rush of affection filling your chest and popping like an overfilled water balloon as you run a gentle finger down the length of your son’s nose.
Neteyam’s nose.
He giggles and coos, four chubby fingers reaching for your hair. Adorable yellow eyes watching you in awe. You give Siay your finger to play with and lock eyes with Neteyam as he returns. His braids are messy, but he looks happy.
“It is a shame, ma Neteyam.”
Neteyam stops in front of you, ears twitching. “What is a shame, ma sevin?” His face lights up when Siay reaches for him. Neteyam accepts his son with ease, kissing his forehead and mimicking the position Lo’ak held him in earlier— back to chest.
Eywa, Lo’ak was right. You can barely tell them apart.
It means everything.
You cross your arms, heart beating with a love so strong it threatens to knock you off your feet. “It is quite a shame that I carried our son in my womb for so many moons only for him to resemble you exactly.”
summary: neteyam keeps coming to your tent; first with wounds, then excuses, then nothing at all. teasing and care turn to trust and unspoken feelings. it isn't until he returns with a serious injury that the truth finally unfolds.
warnings: pure yearning. mostly fluffy and a bit of pining, but there is also some angst.
word count: 1.9k
tsakarem - tsahìk-in-training.
paysyul flower - water lily.
The first time he limps into your healing tent, he’s all arrogance and sharp edges.
A gash runs down his thigh; deep enough to need stitching, shallow enough that he insists it’s nothing.
"Sit," you command, voice steady despite the way his towering frame fills the space.
He smirks, blood dripping between his fingers, but obliges. "Didn’t take you for the bossy type, tsakarem," he teases surveying your features for a reaction.
You ignore him, gathering yalna bark and spider silk. When you kneel beside him, his breath hitches, just once, as your fingers skim his skin.
"This will sting," you warn.
He leans in, voices a low rumble. "I like it when it stings."
You swallow hard.
With practiced care, you smooth the thick paste along the wound, nimble fingers gentle against his skin. Taking the thread, you begin stitching the edges closed, each careful pull precise and steady, your focus unwavering as you work to ease the pain and ensure the wound heals cleanly.
He barely moves beneath your touch, jaw clenched as he watches you from beneath his lashes. You murmur soft reassurances as you work, reminding him to breathe, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin whenever his muscles tense.
When the last stitch is tied off, you press a clean cloth over the wound, checking your work with a quiet nod, before sending him off.
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Three eclipses later, he’s back – this time with a bruised rib.
"Fell off a branch," he mumbles, wincing as you prod the swelling.
You arch a brow suspiciously. "You? The great warrior… fell?”
His laughter is warm, and closer than necessary. "Maybe I just wanted to hear you scold me again."
Your hands hesitate over his ribs. His heartbeat thrumming beneath your fingertips. “You need to be more careful, Neteyam,” you chastise, unimpressed at his new-found clumsiness.
Your hands still, clicking your tongue. “One day I won’t be here to patch you up.”
You reach for the salve anyway, smoothing it over the bruise with gentle pressure. He hisses, then relaxes, leaning subtly into your touch as if the pain is worth it just to be here; under your careful hands and watchful gaze.
His smile falters, just a fraction, at your words. “Yeah,” he murmurs, quieter now. “But you are now.”
A soft smile tugs at your lips. You glance up at him, warmth settling in your chest as your thumb traces a soothing circle near the bruise.
“You enjoy this too much,” you mutter, face falling serious, trying to sound stern.
“Maybe,” he replies softly, eyes fixed on your face. “But I trust you.”
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The next time, his excuse is thinner than mist. You have to suppress the urge to roll your eyes.
A shallow scratch across his palm; barely deserving of the poultice you press to it.
But when your fingers linger, he turns his hand, his touch grazing yours, almost – almost – intertwining. The contact sends a quiet jolt up your arm, unwelcome yet undeniable.
“Tell me, healer,” he murmurs, fingers brushing over your knuckles, voice low and deliberate. “Do you tend to all the warriors… or just me?”
Your pulse stutters. “Just the reckless ones,” you scoff, forcing a lightness into your tone as you dab the salve more firmly than necessary.
He doesn’t pull away. Instead, his grin widens, all trouble and fangs. “Lucky me.”
You finally look up at him then, catching the way his eyes linger – soft, searching, entirely too familiar. For a fleeting moment, neither of you moves, the air between you taut with something unspoken, before you clear your throat and tug your hand free, pretending your heart isn’t racing.
“All done.”
He gives you a knowing look, head tilting slightly. Your gaze does not meet his, and your fingers writhe gently in your lap. He rises silently uttering a careful ‘thank you’ before disappearing behind the flaps of your tent.
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Then comes the night he arrives with no wound at all.
Just a single, perfect paysyul flower – rare, delicate, glowing softly in the dark.
"For you," he says, uncharacteristically quiet.
You stare at his outstretched hand offering you the delicate bundle of petals. Your body is enveloped by a warmth akin to the sun-soaked shallows of the forest, where the water holds heat long after the day has faded; it paints your face with a faint violet tint, and causes a familiar fluttering sensation in your chest.
His fingers brush yours as you take the flower, his touch too deliberate to be accidental. The petals glow softly between your hands, casting shimmering reflections across his face, illuminating the quiet intensity in his golden eyes.
"You… brought me this?" you ask, voice barely above a whisper.
He steps closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him, and can catch the scent of earth and morning dew clinging to his skin.
"Couldn’t think of a better excuse to see you," he admits, voice rough at the edges. His thumb grazes your wrist before he adds, softer. "Missed you."
The confession lingers in the air between you, fragile as the flower’s glow.
And then –
His hand slides up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face toward his.
"Tell me to stop," he murmurs, lips hovering so near yours you can taste his breath, sweet with the nectar of the forest.
You don’t.
The moment hangs, heavy with anticipation. His thumb is tracing circles on your jaw, his gaze locked on your lips. You can feel his breath against your skin, warm and just slightly desperate.
And then, from outside the camp, the sound of footsteps and a familiar voice rings through the night…
"Neteyam!"
His head snaps up, eyes flashing with irritation, before he lets out a sigh, almost annoyed. "Damn it,” he mumbles with a small huff.
"What is it?" he calls back, not taking his hand off your cheek. Your skin burns where he holds you, blush deepening into a plum hue.
A few moments later, a figure appears behind the tent flap. Lo’ak peers curiously, his gaze flicking between you and his brother for a beat. He arches a brow, taking in the sight of Neteyam’s fingers now shifted underneath your chin, before an amused smile creeps onto his face.
"What’s this?" he asks, feigning surprise. "Am I interrupting something here?"
Neteyam shoots him a warning glare. "What do you want, Lo’ak?"
Lo’ak doesn’t miss your reaction, or the way Neteyam’s grip tightens slightly, his thumb pressing into your skin like he’s silently staking a claim.
A slow, shit-eating grin spreads across Lo’ak’s face.
"Ohhh," he drawls, crossing his arms. "So this is where you’ve been sneaking off too lately." His eyes flick to you, mischief dancing in them. "Funny how you only seem to get hurt when she’s on healing duty, bro."
Neteyam’s jaw clenches – hard.
"Lo’ak," he growls, voice low and dangerous.
But his little brother just laughs, backing away with his hands raised in mock surrender. "Alright, alright! Sorry to interrupt... whatever this is." He wiggles his eyebrows. "But dad wants you for something."
And with that, he ducks out of the tent, leaving behind only the sound of his fading laughter and tension thick enough to choke on.
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Weeks pass.
Neteyam stops showing up with flimsy excuses. The playful tension between you fades into something quieter, made of lingering glances, fleeting brushes of fingers – but nothing more.
Then, one night, the tent flaps burst open.
Lo’ak stumbles in, panting, Neteyam slumped heavily against him. Blood soaks through his chest wrap, his breaths ragged. Your stomach plummets.
"What happened?" you demand, already moving, hands steady despite the panic clawing up your throat.
"Stupid ikran hunt," Lo’ak grits out, lowering him onto the mat. "Tried to show off – got clipped mid-dive."
Neteyam’s eyes flutter open, hazy with pain. But when they land on you, his lips twitch weakly. "...Missed you," he slurs, delirious.
Your hands tremble as you peel back the fabric, revealing the deep gash across his ribs.
"You idiot," you whisper, pressing a dapophet pad to the wound. "You could’ve died."
His fingers brush your wrist, barely a ghost of touch. "Worth it… to see you… scowl like that."
Lo’ak groans. "Oh my Eywa, half-dead and he’s still flirting."
You ignore him, focusing on the way Neteyam’s breath hitches when your fingers trace his skin; gentle, but firm.
"Don’t you dare bleed out on me," you murmur, voice thick.
His hand finds yours, squeezing weakly. "...Wouldn’t dream of it, baby."
Your heart pounds out a desperate rhythm as you work, trying to stay focused on the task at hand, but he keeps making it worse. Every ragged breath, every brush of skin, every stolen glance sends adrenaline surging through your veins.
Lo’ak watches quietly from the side, his amusement replaced with concern. He knows better than to distract you, but his eyes flit between you and his brother with growing curiosity.
Neteyam’s gaze is hazy, fever-bright, but still filled with an almost reverent fascination. His fingers find your wrist again, a little firmer this time. The salve stings, but Neteyam doesn’t flinch. His eyes stay locked on yours, even as sweat beads at his temples, even as his fingers twitch against the mat.
You lean closer, checking the stitching. "You’re lucky it didn’t puncture your lung," you mutter, trying to ignore the way his breath hitches when your fingers graze his bare ribs.
His hand suddenly catches yours, pressing your palm flat against his chest, right over his pounding heartbeat.
"Feel that?" he rasps.
You freeze.
"That’s you," he continues, voice rough with pain and something else entirely. "Every time you touch me – every damn time – it does that."
Your breath catches.
Lo’ak, still hovering near the entrance, makes a strangled noise. "Okay, I’m out. I’ll just– go tell Dad you’re not dead."
The tent flaps swish shut behind him, a silence following.
Neteyam’s thumb strokes your wrist. "Stay," he murmurs.
"I’m your healer," you whisper, trembling. "I have to."
He shakes his head, wincing at the movement. "Not… what I meant."
And then – weak but determined – he tugs you down until your forehead rests against his, his breath mingling with yours.
"Stay after," he clarifies, voice raw. "When I’m not just… another wound to fix."
Your pulse thrums where your skin meets his.
Outside, the wind rustles the leaves. Inside, something fragile and long-avoided finally snaps.
You let out a breath shakily, his words settling deep within you. He had stumbled his way into your tent – your life – and had made a home out of your heart.
"I could never leave you," you begin. "You know that. I've always been here– waiting." You take another breath, letting it fill your lungs before you continue, "I will always be with you.” Another breath.
“I see you.”
His grip tightens around your hand, desperate and reverent, words feeling as though they are caught in his throat.
“Say it again," he breathes, voice cracking.
You don’t hesitate.
“I see you.”
A shudder runs through him – half pain, half relief –before he tugs you even closer, your lips hovering just above his, sharing the same air, the same heartbeat.
"Took you long enough," he rasps, but there’s no bite to it, just warmth; just yours. “I see you.”
And when his eyes finally flutter shut from exhaustion, his fingers stay tangled with yours.
When Jake and Neytiri's youngest daughter was born, Jake expected her to be even a little bit like him, but no. You were born completely your mother's daughter from your features, to your hands, to your attitude. Especially your personality.
You had the tendency to hiss at people that annoyed you even over the littlest of things, like Lo'ak taking a toy from you, or Neteyam trying to tell you it's time for a nap, you would bare your little fangs and hiss at them- it honestly reminded Jake of when he first met Neytiri. You also had the bad habit of slapping people, having watching your mother slap Jake upside the head countless of times.
"(Name) you need to take a nap." Jake stood in front of his four year old, his large blue hands planted on his waist. You looked up at him with your large, yellow eyes and proceeded to hiss at your father before taking your toy- and plopping yourself down into your mother's lap.
Jake sighed, scratching the back of his neck as he walked over to his mate and youngest. Neytiri didn't seem phased by her youngest, just continued weaving a top she had been making for Kiri. "Come on, up you get." Jake announced, tucking his hands under your armpits and lifting you up - only to get smacked in the face.
Hey yall this my first ever fic, be nice. Sorry it's short.
𝜗ৎ synopsis. the photo of you and neteyam's family, with the same human invention he used to take his as a teenager.
𝜗ৎ a/n. i just wanted to see neteyam as a dad arrest me bruh he deserves a family
+ i will probably be inactive in the coming weeks as my school starts so dont forget me guys... i will try to write when i can i have like 5 more drafts
𝜗ৎ tags. fluff, sfw, dad neteyam, ur lil family
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The golden rays of dappled light filtered through the canopy's leaves like threads. It weaved between the leaves and caressed the soft cheekbones of your face, casting your lithe frame in a delicate, ethereal glow. Your children gathered around you- your eldest being your son, Aewr and your youngest, Aewel, was gathered in your arms. Her chubby fingers reached to fumble with the beads in your braid as you affectionately cooed at her.
Your ears flickered in curiosity as you moved to hold Aewel in one hand, the other examining the human invention in front of you, eyes staring at the material while your fingers played with the metal buttons.
"Ma Neteyam, what is this?" Your curiosity amused Neteyam and your son greatly, his wise mother seemingly so confused with a human invention. Your husband, Neteyam had recently been gifted by his father with a human invention, one he was familiar with. He tells you that it is like a magic device which can preserve the moment, storytelling with his hands in exaggerated motions.
"It is a camera! It is my favourite invention, I want to capture a memory for later." He laughed, taking the camera from your hands and setting it up on a nearby tree.
"How will you do it without pressing the button?" You inquired, tilting your head. in confusion. Your daughter babbled in excitement, motioning for you to let her down. Despite her young age, she had already become an excellent climber- "a trait directly from her father" you say. You assist her in climbing down your leg, her small frame running over to her brother who props her up with his arm.
"It is automatic, I set a timer." He answers, jogging lightly over to you, ushering Aewel and Aewr to be next to you. He positions himself next beside you, his arms wrapping around your shoulder, fingers squeezing it in love. You lightly giggle as you put your arm around Aewel, who was busy trying to calm down his younger sister.
He had shown you a product of the camera once, his family still in the Omatikaya rainforest, smiles bright and faces still full of innocence in the face of war. He always kept it in your marui pod, a singular photo wrapped tightly in a woven frame decorated with seashells.
"Alright everyone, smiles big." Exclaims Neteyam, patting you on the shoulder to elicit a loving smile. As you hear the camera tick down, Neteyam suddenly wraps both arms around you and your children, lifting you all up in a tight embrace as you gasp in surprise. He holds you in one arm, your body almost thrown around his shoulder as you hug his neck, positioned sideways as you laugh. Your children giggle in his other arm as he kisses your shoulder, the beads woven around your loincloth chiming with each movement.
The camera clicks, and Neteyam spins you around before gently letting you down, your braids tossed carelessly over your shoulder as you playfully slap his back. Your children quickly run back to you as Neteyam makes his way to the camera, a small piece of paper slipping from the top as he delicately holds it in his fingers- as afraid that it would break. His eyes softly gaze over the image, the tips of his ears flickering in affection.
Neteyam had always wanted to start a family with you, the girl he fell in love with and the girl that stayed by his side as he laid in the marui healing pod. Your tears had woken him, doe eyes staring into his as he promised you he would never allow you to cry again. And as he stared into the photo of his loving family, he couldn't help but tear up.
"Sempu, sempu! I wanna see!" Aewr bounced in joy as Neteyam showed him the photo, his eyes widening in happiness and surprise as he stares at himself.
He takes the photo in his hands, a smile breaking out on his face as he shows you- your eyes crinkling in joy as you take in the laughter on everyone's faces. Your fingers gently trace over the boyish smile on his face. There were no ripples distorting the memory, only the pure contentment of the moment.
You laugh in disbelief, eyes lingering on the photo. "So this is how humans remember."
You had only gazed at your reflection in the water as you scouted for shells and other materials, never seeing it so preserved. The ripples would kiss the surface of your face, distorting it into a broken image of yourself.
But this- this was a physical copy for you to look at, to always remember the occassion.
He presses a soft kiss to your temple, his heart full of a love he had always wanted to give. The moment- you, the children- is everything he had asked Eywa for.
Neytiri x daughetr!Reader; Jake x daughter!Reader; Sully Family x Child!Reader
Chapter 5: The Hunt
Masterlist
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Summary: Despite leaving their homeland, Y/n holds onto her mother's values. However, tragedy strikes with Neteyam's death, shattering Y/n's innocence and sparking a raging fury within her, forever changing her carefree spirit
My Spirit sister and her baby, have been murdered by the Sky People! This war has come to us, we knew about this hunting of our tulkun people. But it was over the horizon, far away.
Now, it is here!
"No... no! You gotta understand how the sky people think," Dad says, trying to force calm into the storm of voices. "They don't care about the great balance."
"We don't answer to sky people!" someone yells back.
The whole crowd erupts. Anger rolls through the clan like a wave, deep and loud. I inch closer to my mother's side, my fingers brushing her arm. The air is full of shouting, pride and hurt all mixing together.
"Listen. Listen to him," Neteyam says as he steps forward.
The yips and cheers fade down to quiet murmurs.
"The sky people are not gonna stop. This is only the beginning." Dad says, taking the little bit of calm Neteyam created and holding onto it. "You gotta tell your tulkun to leave!"
Silence.
"Leave?" Ronal spits, her voice sharp enough to cut through stone. "You live among us and your learn nothing!"
Her eyes burn on my dad, anger and grief braided together.
"We will fight to protect our brothers and sisters!"
That sets everyone off again, voices crashing, people shoving forward.
"If you attack, if you fight. Then they will destroy you." Dad's voice rises above them, desperate. "They will destroy everything you love." his hand moves towards Ronal's bump, the curve of new life she carries.
The clan reacts instantly, the threat of someone so vulnerable at the hands of sky people igniting a spark.
"We will fight!"
"Listen to me!"
"Fight for our land!"
"Listen to my father!" Neteyam shouts, frustration in his voice.
Dad snatches the device Neteyam has been holding onto the whole time. Lifting it up for the whole clan to see.
The movement slices through the noise, silence spreads across the clan.
"Tell the tulkun," Dad says, holding up the metal thing so everyone can see, "That if they're hit by one of these they're marked for death."
I grip my mothers arm tightly at the news of how simple it was for the sky people to destroy life.
"Call for me," he says, sweeping the crowd. "I'll silence it. Saving their lives, that's what matters. Right?"
His gaze lands on Tonowari.
He lifts his chin, the whole clan waiting on what their leader says.
"Tell the tulkun."
"I wish I'd been there. The ocean blessed you with a gift, brother."
"Kiri shh-" I say trying to grasp the story that Lo'ak is telling us. We sit in a circle with the Metkayina children, listening. From Aonung and the other boys leading him outside of the reef, to him nearly meeting Eywa to him getting saved by a Tulkun.
"The tulkun have not returned yet. And anyway no tulkun is ever alone." Aonung states with a shrug, his tone clearly showed that he didn't belive Lo'ak.
"Well this one was," Lo'ak says, his voice tight. "He had a... missing fin. Like a stump on the left side."
"Payakan." Tsireya mutters, almost to herself.
I glance at Neteyam. He's just as confused as me, shaking his head, trying to figure out how this fits together.
"Who's Payakan?" Kiri asks.
"A young bull who went rogue. He's outcast. Alone." Rotxo finally says.
"They say he's a killer..." Tsireya warned, gripping Lo'ak's arm.
"No..no." He said, removing her hand.
"He killed Na'vi, and other tulkun." Aonung finishes.
"No. He's no killer..." Lo'ak shakes his head, his chest rising and falling with anger.
"Lo'ak, you're lucky to be alive." Tsireya says.
"I'm telling you guys. He saved my life." Lo'ak insists. But the look on everyones faces say otherwise, "He's my friend."
Neteyam finally stands up after staying silent a long moment. "My baby bro! The Mighty Warrior who faced the killer tulkun and lived to tell about it, huh?" he teases.
Lo'ak angrily shrugs him off, "You guys aren't listening."
Tuk softly says, "Lo'ak, I'm listening." But he just stormed off, legs moving fast over the sand.
"Lo'ak! Come back!" Kiri called
We all watch in silence as he walked away and toward the beach, calling an ilu and disappearing into the shimmering water.
They started talking about visiting the Metkayina's version of the Cove of Ancestors but I can't. It just doesn't feel right seeing my ancestors in someone else's land.
"If Payakan is such a killer why would he bring Lo'ak back into the reef barrier?" I ask Tsireya as we stand to leave.
"Y/n we, the Metkayina, were taught this. It was a tragedy in the south." Aonung warned walking away without looking back
I roll my eyes walking toward our mauri, "That's probably what other Na'vi told mom when meeting dad... but guess what? Eywa allowed it." I said to myself.
I enter the mauri and see sa'nok making lìngpay, food for dinner, humming a tune softly to herself.
She doesn't even look up when she asks, "Ma'ite, why are you not out there with the others?"
I shrug fiddling with the edge of my loincloth. "They're going to the cove of ancestors."
Finally she lifts her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. She gestures for me to come closer. "And you do not wish to see the ancestors?"
I shake my head. "Not here, not now," I sigh kneeling beside her, "Maybe once we go home."
She watches me for a moment, like she can see through all the things I'm not saying. "The ancestors are everywhere ma'ite," she says gently. "Even here."
"Maybe," I mutter, "but the ones who know me aren't in the water."
She pauses. Something flickers across her face, understanding? sadness? maybe even a hint of agreement. Sa'nok was forest first. I think she still is.
I start helping her pick scales off the fish she's preparing.
"Hypothetically," I say, trying to keep my voice casual. "What would you do if a whole clan doesn't trust someone for something you know they haven't done?"
I see her jaw tighten, ever so slightly. "People fear what they do not understand. Even I do."
"Yeah," I whisper. "That's what they said about dad too, right? When you first met him?"
She looks sharply at me, surprised. Then softens. "Eywa brought your father to me for a reason."
"And maybe..." I say thinking of Lo'ak's face, when he said that Payakan had saved him, "...maybe Eywa brought him to Lo'ak too." I whisper to myself.
She reaches for my songcord, a quiet gesture. "Who has Eywa brought into your brothers life Ma'ite?"
I shake my head, "He met this tulk--"
"Mom! Mom!" Neteyam bursts in, cutting me off.
"It's Kiri." he says, breathless.
The Sully household had been up early to in with Kiri. Dad had told us as a family not to go to the Cove of Ancestors because of what had happened to her.
"Because Sully's..."
"Stick together!" we all said in unison, holding Kiri's hand as she tries to weave a bead into Tuk's hair.
Suddnely, the sound of a conch blasts through the air. We all run outside to see what's happening.
"What's going on?" Dad asks.
The members of the clan rush toward the ocean, excitement making their movements sharp, precise.
"The tulkun have returned! Everybody our brothers and sisters have returned!"
I looked out over the water and see them. A massive herd of tulkuns, breaking the surface moving with power and grace toward the village.
I ran toward them, bouncing with each step.
The joyous sounds of the Metkayina fill the air, voices high with yips and cheers.
"I see you!"
"Sister!"
The yips rise, echoing across the waves as everyone swims toward their tulkuns.
In their endless cycle of migration, the tulkun had come home.
I turn to see my family making their way to the water, eyes wide with wonder and awe.
Even underwater, the tulkun are beautiful, bigger than I imagined moving like the ocean itself as clicks filled the air, ones that only translated to their respective Na'vi's.
We play. The Metkayina and the tulkun allow us, to interact with a part of them Eywa had chosen.
It was a time for stories, of their season apart. Of deaths, of births. Old friends, and new loves.
Silence. The waves crashing too loud.
Cries pierce the air.
"What is this Tonowari? What is this!"
"She was my Spirit sister!"
I spin around, looking for Lo'ak as the clan sails off to warn their tulkuns of the dangers ahead. Neteyam and Lo'ak stand near ilu's, faces tense. I walk over to them trying to stay out of the way but close enough to hear.
"No way you're rolling out of here baby brother." Neteyam says stepping toward him.
"I have to warn Payakan about the pingers."
"No. You've got to keep your skxwang ass here."
"He's outcast. Theres nobody to warn him but me!"
"Bro, why do you always have to make things so hard," Neteyam jokes, but Lo'ak isn't laughing.
Lo'ak shrugs off his hand. "You mean why can't I be the perfect son like you? The perfect little soldier. Well I'm not you!"
"Okay? I'm not you! He's my brother. I'm going."
"Oh, he's your brother? No! I'm your brother."
From the corner of my eyes, I saw the Metkayina kids gliding on their ilu's toward us. I wave my hand sharply for them to be quiet.
"Get off me!" Lo'ak shouts, shoving Neteyam before diving straight into the water. His ilu rushes under him.
"Lo'ak!"
"Come back!" Tsireya yelled.
"Come on, he's going to Payakan!"
Everyone scrambles for their mounts. I take a small running jump forward.
"Reya!" I shout.
Tsireya swimgs her ilu sideways so I can grab on behind her. My fingers latch onto her shoulders, and we take off after Lo'ak.
We swim across the water, and Kiri and Tuk suddenly ride in from somewhere on Kiri's ilu. "Kiri! Tuk! Come!" I call breath catching as we chase Lo'ak.
"Lo'ak come back!"
A deep and heavy wail shakes the waters.
Payakan.
We leap off the ilu and climb onto his massive side, fingers slipping on wet skin as we scramble to the pinger. It's jammed deep. Everyone pulls, grunts, strains.
A sharp, low mechanical hum reaches my ears. I snap my head up.
"Hurry! There's a ship coming!"
The words explode panic across all our faces. The pinger is wedged too far into him.
"Call it in. Hurry, tell dad." Neteyam orders Lo'ak.
Lo'ak fumbles with his earpiece. "Dad-- I mean devil dog do you read? We're with a tulkun that's under attack." he says into the ear piece. "Killer ships inbound we're about two klicks out."
A pause.
"It's all of us, Aonung, Rotxo and Tsireya too. We're at three brothers rocks." Lo'ak suddenly says.
"Yes sir." he said replying to something.
"It's getting closer!" I shout again.
I scramble back onto the ilu Tsireya and I came on, my heart pounding as they tied the pinger onto Neteyam's ilu and pulled on it.
Snap.
The pinger finally rips out of Payakan.
"Go! Go! Everyone away from it now!"
We dive into the water. A boom rips the ocean behind us, shaking Tsireya's ilu underneath me. I cling to her arm desperately as we rush toward the others.
Everyone is hiding, everyone besides Neteyam who had taken the pinger and seperated from us.
Small dark shapes fall into the water from the ship.
Machines.
We swim through the kelp forest, the machines chasing us. The ilu moves so fast that I have to grip onto Tsireya even tighter, having nothing to hold onto but her.
A thunk knocks us off of the ilu, a flotation pinger.
Tsireya grabs my hand before I can get flung too far away from her as Lo'ak dives in on his ilu, dragging us away. But the weight of all three of us slowls the ilu down.
We slip off and hide in the kelp, watching as the ilu darts away. The machine following closely behind it.
My throat starts to close, panic washing over me. I tap my throat, struggling for airr. Tsireya quickly leads us to an air pocket inside of a plant.
"Tuk!" Lo'ak and I shout at the same time after surfacing.
"Are you alright? Where's Kiri?" I ask my voice echoing weirdly in the plant.
"I don't know.." Tuk gasps.
We all fall silent, listening.
"It is coming!" Tsireya whsipers, warning us.
"We gotta go." Lo'ak says, we all take a deep breathe in.
We dive back into the water, just in time to see two machines coming towards us.
Then
A net surrounds my vision, I look around frantically to see Tuk and Tsireya are caught too. Lo'ak slips out just before it closes.
We're yanked upward, the ocean below us as an ikran lifts us higher and higher. The dream walkers, the same forest ones, capturing us.
I let out a scream as I claw at the net. Tsireya and Tuk are yelling too, fightning tangled.
We're dropped onto the metal deck of the ship. Stumbling out of the net with the others.
"Drop the weapon!" a dream walker shouts at Lo'ak. He's holding his knife toward them.
A dream walker grabs my arm before I can reach for my tsal. He yanks me down, slamming me onto the cold metal. His boot crushing into my stomach.
"Let me go! You demon!" I thrash, trying to pry his boot off of me.
I watch as Tuk fights a dreamwalker too, her Metkayina knife knocked from her hand as she hits the floor. Tsireya is still tangled in the net, struggling like she's drowning in it as a dreamwalker tries to restrain her too. Lo'ak is pinned like me but on his back.
The sounds of sky people yelling grabs my attention.
"Hey! Hey what are you doing stop. Don't hurt them!" Spider yells.
He tries to move toward us but gets grabbed and shoved by two soldiers.
I clawed at the leg that was keeping me down, "Stop it you little shit!" He said grabbing my my arms and pinning them down, I hissed at him.
I look over to see Spider and Lo'ak talking hurridly as they're restrained.
Quaritch drops from his ikran, boots slamming onto the deck. "Keep him there." he orders his soldiers. Then turns to us.
The dream walker keeping Lo'ak down lifted him up, "Yeah. I remember you."
"Cuff em to the rail. All of 'em."
Hands grab me under the arms and sling me between Tuk and Tsireya. I growl but I can't break free.
"Be brave." Lo'ak says.
Yips and ululation echo from the water. I squint my eyes to see.
The Metkayina warriors.
"Na'vi inbound!"
"Spread out! Weapons up!"
"Dad!" Tuk screams. I looked at the clan and see dad in the front along side Tonowari and Ronal.
Quaritch rips off Lo'ak's earpiece. "Jake, tell your friends to stand down. You want your kids back, you come out alone!"
My stomach twists. I shake my head even through dad can't see.
"You know better than to test my resolve," Quaritch finishes.
Tsireya chokes out, "Lo'ak no."
I turn to see why. Quaritch is pressing a gun against Lo'ak's head.
I growled as I turned to look back at the Na'vi in the horizon, I didn't want to see what was happening.
"I took you under my wing Jake," he started, "You betrayed me. You killed your own people. Good men, good women. I will not hesitate to execute your kid."
Silence.
I looked at the Na'vi on the water.
They're weapons had lowered. I let out a breath. They won't fight, not now.
"What's it gonna be?" Quaritch demands.
Dad moves across the water, alone.
"Easy shot." a soldier mutters.
"You hit em now and they'll attack. Wait until he's on board."
Only the sounds of the ocean can be heard as we watch as my dad surrenders. The skimwing he was on slowly gliding up to the boat.
Suddenly, the sea explodes upward.
"Payakan!"
The whole ship violently shakes when Payakan slams down on it. The impact so hard it rattles in my bones. I lose my footing for a second barely catching onto my restraints that i wanted to remove oh so badly before.
"Hold on!" Lo'ak yells.
I don't need him to say it. My hands are already clenched so tightly they hurt. Everything around us is screaming, metal, peoples, guns as they started shooting at Payakan.
Bright blasts fly across the air, loud and sharp, too close, I duck my head even though there's no where to hide.
Payakan swings his tail across the deck, and bodies go with it. Sky people fly. Some hit the railing, some disappear over the edge. I see Lo'ak move out of the corner of my eye, he kicks one of them straight into Payakan's wing. I hear the sound when it hits. That must hurt.
I look away from him, everything's wrong.
I yank at my restraints, pulling hard, then harder, then using my teeth because my hands weren't strong enough. I growl at the restraints, my jaw aches. They won't break.
We need to move. We need to go.
The sounds around me gunfire, shouting, metal ripping make it worse, make my skin feel too tight. It hurts.
Then I hear it.
The ululating sound cuts through everything, close and loud, and my head snaps up before I even think about it.
Payakan dives back into the sea, and past the edge of the ship I see Dad and the Metkayina charging in. They move together, tast, and then they all dive under as bullets rip into the water where they just were.
As chaos erupted around us I tugged at my restraints, using my teeth to try and remove them. Growling in frustration at my attempts not working. The sounds of destruction adding to my want to be freed from the rail.
The sudden ululating creeping closer got me looking up from the work i was doing as Payakan finally dove into the see, I saw dad and the metkayina charging toward the ship.
They all suddenly dove into the water as the bullets from the weapons they had started blasting.
"Sully's inbound! I want eyes on!"
Looking up, my neck craning, and that's when I see Mom on her ikran.
She's already moving, already pulling her bow, and then a helicopter goes down under her arrows. It spins and crashes, fire blooming out of it.
"Mom!" I yell, my chest tight, and she ululates in reply, sharp and fierce, like she won.
Skimwings burst out of the water around the ship as Metkayina warriors attack, and my heart starts pounding harder. Everything feels close. Too close. I pull at my restraints again, harder now, because everyone else is moving and I'm not.
"Y/n! Relax!" Lo'ak shouts.
I huff at him, angry and breathless, and bite at the restraints again. Relaxing is stupid. Relaxing doesn't get me off the rail.
Then the ship suddenly lurches forward.
The ground tilts and my stomach drops, and for a second it feels like I'm floating.
I grab the railing without thinking, the same railing I wanted gone, and hold on as the ship surges ahead. I look around to everyone in the air, faces frozen as the ship lifts up.
"You okay?" Lo'ak asks, and we all start tugging at our restraints, fingers slipping, hands shaking.
All around us are groans and hisses as everyone fights to get free. My arms burn as i put all my focus into these orange restraints.
"Neteyam!" Tuk yells.
I look over just in time to see him crouch in front of us, calm like this is normal, like the ship isn't falling apart around us.
"Hey, baby brother, need some help?" he says, already cutting through the restraints with his knife.
"Shut up. Come on. Get us loose," Lo'ak snaps.
The restraints fall away and my arms feel light and free again as i nod appreciatively to Neteyam.
“Finally.” I mutter.
"Get Y/n and Tuk out of here," Neteyam says to Tsireya.
I don't wait. I grab Tuk's hand and run, my feet slipping as we bolt for the edge of the ship. The water hits us hard and cold, knocking the breath out of me, and when I come back up I see Kiri being carried back onto the ship by a dreamwalker's ikran.
"We've got to go back to her, Tuk says, already swimming toward the demon ship we barely barely managed to escape from two minutes ago.
My stomach twists. I don't want to go back. I don't want to climb that ship again. That place is full of demons.
"Tuk, wait!" Tsireya calls.
"Sully's stick together,” she says, still swimming toward the ship.
I hesitate, then follow Tuk. Tsireya follows after us, calling my name, and we climb back onto the ship, hands slipping on wet metal.
"Tuk, this is not a good idea," I whisper to her, but she's already moving.
We see Kiri restrained near the railing.
She looks up, surprised.
"Tuk!"
I pull out my hunting knife, my fingers shaking, and crouch beside her.
"Cut it here," she says, pointing, and l lean in close. The sun is sinking, eclipse is near, and everything feels slower, heavier.
Then something slams into me.
Tuk is suddenly yanked away, lifted off the ground, and Tsireya is thrown back into the water. I gasp and lunge for Kiri, sawing at the restraints as fast as I can, my hands slipping.
Before I can finish, two dreamwalkers grab me from behind. My knife gets knocked out of my hand and I watch it hit the water and sink, gone. They shove me and Tuk back against the railing and restrain us again.
"Not this again!" I hiss, staring at my wrists.
"I can't believe I'm tied up again." Tuk whines.
I lift my head. The dream walkers are forming up now, weapons ready. The sun fully disappears and the ship is swallowed by darkness, broken only by fires burning along the deck. Shadows jump and twist everywhere.
"Talk to me, Corporal. The ship's going down, and your girls with it."
Quaritch's voice slides through the ship, cold and calm. As he walks out of the shadows of the ship.
"The boy didn't have to-"
A heavy thud echoes above us. I look up, ears perked, then at Tuk and Kiri.
They don't react. I look back toward Quaritch and what he was saying.
"—you brought that on yourself.
"You thought you could keep your family safe, but you can't," Quaritch says, his voice bouncing off the walls. My throat tightens and I swallow hard. "Only one way to keep them safe."
"So let's get this over with before you lose another kid!"
The explosion hits before I can think.
Fire flashes bright, too bright, lighting everything for just a second. I see bodies thrown off the ship and into the dark water below. The blast knocks me backward but the restraints hold me in place, jerking me hard. Screams tear through the air.
Gunfire replaces them almost immediately. Sky people shout into their earpieces, frantic, following Quaritch's orders.
Then I see an arrow slam into a man's chest.
I gasp and turn to Kiri and Tuk.
"It's Mom!"
Quaritch stares at the feather, his face twisting. Kiri snarls at him.
"That's right. They're coming for you."
"Demon," I spit, and Quaritch hisses back. Tuk hisses too sharp.
He moves fast. He grabs Kiri, cuts her restraints, and drags her away.
"Kiri!" I scream, straining forward until she disappears into the dark.
Dad appears at my side and cuts Tuk's and my restraints. "Girls. Where's your sister?"
"She went that way," Tuk says, and we follow Dad, his arm out in front of us like a shield.
Quaritch steps out of the shadows with a knife pressed to Kiri's neck.
"Running out of time here, Corporal," he says. "You already lost one kid today.
You really wanna lose another?"
My chest tightens. I look around for Lo'ak. For Neteyam. I don't see them.
Dad moves forward.
"Do not test me!" Quaritch snaps, pressing the knife closer.
"Just kill him, Dad!" Kiri cries as Quaritch yanks her kuru and she groans.
"Weapons down," Quaritch orders.
"Don't, Dad. Don't," I whisper, clutching Tuk's hand.
Dad drops his weapons. Kicks them away.
Quaritch throws him restraints. "Cuff yourself."
Spider appears from behind a pillar.
"No! Don't hurt her!"
"Stand there!" Quaritch snaps.
Mom suddenly bursts from the shadows, grabbing Spider the same way Quaritch holds Kiri.
"Release," she warns. "Or I cut."
Quaritch scoffs. "You think I care about some kid?"
"A son, for a son," Mom says.
Silence.
She cuts Spiders chest. Gasps fill the space.
The sounds of pleas fill the air as I stare at my mom, speechless. Hatred filling her eyes as she glares at Spider.
"I cut," she warns again.
She raises the knife toward Spider.
"No! No!" Quaritch yells, releasing Kiri.
I grab Kiri as she stumbles.
Mom doesn't let go of Spider.
"Mom..." I whisper, stepping closer.
"You really gonna kill a kid, Mrs. Sully?" Quaritch asks.
"Mom.” Kiri says, and Mom hisses at us. We stumble back into dad’s arms, he puts his arms around us as if to protect us from our own mom.
The sound makes me stop.
"A son, for a son," she repeats.
Dad steps in, pulling her back, whispering fast mom’s face slowly morphing from anger to regret, slowly she lets him take the knife.
"Go. Go!" Dad tells Spider.
Mom stares at Quaritch. "You still owe me a death."
"Mama!" Tuk cries, pulling her arm. I pull her other arm toward the water and away from dad and Quaritch. She doesn’t react to us as she allows us to control her.
Quaritch's voice follows us. "I'm coming for you. And when I do, I'll kill your whole family."
We're already in the water when Dad charges him.
The explosion comes again.
"Back to the ship!" Spider yells.
Mom grabs Tuk's and I’s hands. "Stay close."
The ship tilts as we run, water rushes. Tuk screams as suction pulls her toward the opening.
"Mom! Don't let go!" I scream.
Tuk is dragged in. Mom dives after her, tearing her hand from mine.
“Mom!” I yell, lunging toward the suction hole, not willing to leave her and Tuk.
Spider yanks me away from the hole as Kiri grabs my hand. We run as the ship tilts more and more, crates sliding past us.
"Kiri!" I slip and she grabs my hand, hauling me up.
"We're rolling over!" Spider yells.
We ran as the ship fully rolled over, now with us being on the bottom of the ship, yet the top of the water.
"Don't stop, go go!" Spider motioned for me to keep running.
"I'm trying!"
"This way! This way!"
We ran until we reached the only place not fully submerged in the water.
"What do we do now!" I asked panicked looking at Kiri for answers scared.
"Stay together okay?" Kiri grabbed a hold of my hand,
"Y/n, together." I just nodded as she held onto Spiders hand.
The water swallows us.
We get pulled apart.
I break the surface, choking.
"Y/n!" Kiri and Spider shout.
Then I see Mom, Kiri, and Tuk coming out.
We swim up together.
I cough and gasp.
"Ma'Jake!"
"Dad!"
We're all holding onto Payakan's wing. My fingers hurt from how hard I'm gripping him. Everyone is breathing loud. The water keeps sloshing against us. The fire from the ship makes shadows move across everyone's faces.
For a few seconds... nobody says anything.
The waves rock us slowly.
Kiri is coughing next to me. Tuk is shaking so bad her teeth are clicking together. Mom is breathing fast and can't slow down. Dad is staring at the water, looking for something inside it.
I swallow.
My chest feels strange.
Heavy.
Too quiet.
Then, without meaning to, I start looking around.
Lo'ak is here.
Spider is here.
Kiri is here.
Tuk is here.
Mom.
Dad.
I look again.
Slower this time.
I check every face. I look behind Payakan's fin. I lean forward a little. Maybe he's just hiding for a second.
My heart starts to beat faster.
Neteyam always stays by dad.
Always.
Every time.
He never leaves his side.
But he's not here.
I frown.
Maybe he's still in the water. Maybe he's just the last one to come up. He always waits to make sure everyone else is safe.
So I wait.
The water moves a little.
Nothing happens.
My throat starts to feel tight.
I tug on dad's arm, not hard, just a little. "Dad...?" My voice tiny. "Where's Neteyam?"
He doesn't look at me.
He doesn't answer.
Mom's body goes stiff.
Kiri looks around too, her eyes darting toward dad and mom, she opens up her mouth to say something but puts her head down on Payakans wing. Soft cries leaving her.
Tuk leans onto mom as tears stream down her face.
Lo'ak's face changes.
And that's when my stomach drops. Not at once, but slowly.
"Y/n..." Dad starts to say.
"Where is he?" I ask again. Louder. My voice shaking. "He's supposed to be here."
Nobody answers.
My hands start to shake, and I don't know why.
I look at Spider. "Where's my brother?" He just shakes his head and looks away.
I look at Lo'ak. "Did he go the other way?" His eyes get shiny with tears.
That's when my chest starts to really hurt.
"No." I whisper shaking my head. "He's probably just late. He's helping someone. He always helps."
Dad finally turns to look at me.
I don't even hear what he says,
Because I see his face.
And I just know.
Mom's face looks empty. Something is missing from it.
The sounds of the waves quietens down.
I shake my head really fast. "No. No, that's not true. He was on the ship. I saw him, he was there." My words start to come out messy, I look at Tuk, "He was there right?"
Dad suddenly pulls me into a hug.
It's too tight.
Too sudden.
I start pushing against him. "No, let me go! I have to go find him."
He doesn't let go.
"Where is he?" I cry into his chest. "Where's Neteyam?"
Nobody answers.
That's my answer.
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YESS WE'RE DONE FOR NOWWWWW YESS IM GETTING A SEW IN DONE SOOON YESSSSSSS YESSSSSS ANGST IS COME UP SORRY FOR NOT POSTING BLAHBLAH IDC or yahhh sorry for like cloffhanger im milking this series this chapter is soooo long
"But Aonung secretly relished it and welcomed the opportunity to Neteyam's pain in whatever capacity he could. They sit like that, for what could've been a heartbeat or a lifetime."
inspired by "Aftermath" a part of the "I see you" series made by schmaenzi on AO3! I couldn't find their tumblr account sadly. Hopefully, this fanart somehow reaches them to tell them just how good of a series they just made ITS SO GOOD TRUST ME.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI!, explicit language, smut, p in v, kissing, spanking, breeding, barely any plot.
Word count: 1.7k
Summary: Neteyam and Y/n go looking for medic herbs for tsahik, when he comes across a strange-looking flower. With the intentions of taking it as proof of his worth, something unexpected takes place..
The dense canopy of Pandora's forest filtered the midday light into a mosaic of greens and glowing specks, the air alive with the hum of hexapedes and the distant calls of ikran. Neteyam and Y/n moved through the underbrush with the practiced grace of Omatikaya hunters, their queues swaying in unison as they gathered herbs for Tsahik Mo'at. The task was routine: fetching glowvine tendrils and feverleaf for healing poultices. However, the presence of the stepsiblings together turned it into a simmering contest. At 18 cycles, Neteyam led with his commanding stride, his 9-foot frame cutting through vines like they offended him, yellow eyes scanning for threats. Y/n, with 17 cycles of unyielding fire, matched his pace; her athletic curves shifted under her minimal coverings, her amber gaze challenging his every glance.
'Stay close, y/n,' Neteyam rumbled, his voice laced with that possessive edge that grated on her. He snatched a cluster of feverleaf, tucking it into his pouch, his bioluminescent freckles pulsing faintly in the dappled light. Y/n rolled her eyes, bending to pluck glowvine, her full breasts straining against the woven straps as she straightened. 'I hunted alone before you were even bonded to your ikran, skxawng. Don't mother me.' Her words dripped defiance, but she felt the pull, the way his musky scent lingered, stirring an unwelcome warmth in her core despite their constant clashes.
They pressed deeper into a secluded glade, where bioluminescent fungi clung to ancient roots, and the air grew thicker with floral perfumes. Neteyam's gaze caught on a peculiar bloom: a shiny flower, its petals iridescent like polished obsidian, nestled among the herbs. It shimmered unnaturally, drawing him like a siren's call. 'Look at this,' he said, stepping closer, a rare spark of curiosity softening his dominant facade. He reached out, fingers brushing the edge, intending to pluck it as a gift to prove his worth, not just to Mo'at, but to the watchful y/n trailing him.
The flower reacted in an instant. Petals flared open, and a puff of fine powder burst forth, clouding Neteyam's face. He inhaled sharply, coughing as the particles invaded his nostrils and lungs. 'Wha-' The words choked off. Heat bloomed inside him, a scorching wave starting in his chest and radiating downward, sweat beading on his blue skin despite the forest's cool shade. His vision blurred, muscles weakening as if Eywa herself drained his strength. Unable to form coherent speech, he staggered back, sliding down against the rough bark of a massive tree, his broad back pressing into it for support. His loincloth tented visibly, the 10-inch length beneath throbbing with unnatural urgency, heavy balls aching as the pollen ignited a primal fire.
Y/n dropped her pouch, rushing to his side. 'Neteyam! What happened?' Her hands gripped his shoulders, shaking him gently, her fierce eyes searching his flushed face. He groaned, low and guttural. Sweat slicked his muscular chest, trickling down the defined ridges of his abs, pooling at his waist. Y/n's heart raced; this wasn't a battle injury, but something insidious, twisting him from within. 'Where does it hurt? Tell me, Neteyam, point, grunt, something!' Her dominant nature surged, refusing to let him suffer in silence, her slender fingers probing his neck, then his arms, seeking signs of swelling or wounds.
He shook his head weakly, yellow eyes locking on hers with desperate intensity. The heat coiled tighter in his groin, his cock straining painfully against the fabric, veins pulsing as precum dampened the cloth. Unable to speak clearly, he grabbed her wrist, his large hand engulfing hers, and guided it downward, pressing her palm flat against the bulging outline of his erection. The contact jolted them both: Y/n's eyes widened, feeling the thick, ridged shaft twitch under her touch, hot and insistent, the flared head outlined clearly. 'N-Neteyam…' she breathed, but her voice held no outrage, only a spark of her own rebellious heat, her core clenching involuntarily, slickness gathering between her thighs.
Neteyam's hips bucked slightly, a muffled growl escaping as the pressure eased the internal blaze fractionally, but stoked the fire higher. Y/n didn't pull away; her fiery personality met the challenge, fingers splaying to cup the full length through the loincloth, stroking experimentally. 'This…this is the pain?' she murmured, her earthy scent mingling with his intensifying musk, her nipples hardening against her top as curiosity bled into desire. She squeezed gently, feeling the veined girth throb, his heavy balls shifting under her palm. Neteyam nodded jerkily, sweat dripping from his brow, his free hand clenching the tree bark as another wave hit. 'Touch me… please…', the words slurred but pleading, his dominant control fracturing under the pollen's assault.
Y/n's amber eyes darkened, her rebellious streak igniting. 'If this helps…' She tugged the loincloth aside, freeing his hard cock. It sprang up, thick and flushed, the flared tip glistening with precum that beaded and trailed down the shaft. Her hand wrapped around it fully, stroking from base to head with firm pulls, thumb circling the sensitive underside. Neteyam hissed, head falling back against the tree, his throat bobbing as he fought for breath. The heat eased slightly with her touch, but the need built, primal, unrelenting. He reached up, large hand cupping her full breast through the fabric, thumb flicking her peaked nipple, eliciting a sharp inhale from her.
'Tell me if it's working,' she demanded, her voice husky, pumping him faster, her own arousal soaking her inner thighs. But words failed him still; instead, he pulled her closer, his other hand sliding to her throat, not choking yet, just holding, possessive. Y/n leaned in, her curvaceous body pressing against his side, free hand bracing on his sweat-slicked chest. The glade seemed to hold its breath, vines rustling softly as if Eywa watched their forbidden dance. She bit her lower lip, then, defiant as ever, lowered her head, tongue flicking out to lap at the precum on his tip, tasting the salty tang mixed with the pollen's faint, exotic spice.
Neteyam groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through them, his fingers tightening on her neck in response. Emboldened, Y/n took him into her mouth, lips stretching around the flared head, sucking with rhythmic pulls while her hand worked the base. He thrust shallowly, careful not to overwhelm, but the pollen urged him on, sweat pouring as the internal fire shifted to focused lust. 'Y/n, more..please..' he managed, his yellow eyes burning into hers.
She released him with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, her pussy aching now, velvety walls fluttering with need. 'Not enough,' she declared, her dominant fire matching his. Straddling his lap against the tree, she hiked up her own covering, guiding his slick length to her entrance. With a defiant glare, she sank down, her tight pussy enveloping him inch by inch—stretching around his girth, inner ridges gripping as she bottomed out, clit grinding against his base. 'Like this?' She rode him slowly at first, hips rolling, full breasts bouncing free as she discarded her top.
Neteyam nodded frantically, hands roaming, one finally wrapping around her throat, squeezing in measured pulses that made her gasp and clench harder around him. The choke sent a thrill through her, oxygen teasing her senses as she picked up pace, slamming down with aggressive mounts, her nails raking his shoulders. He thrust up to meet her, deep and unrelenting, growling about filling her, the breeding urge amplified by the pollen, 'Take it… all…' His free hand slapped her rounded ass, urging her on, balls slapping wetly against her with each descent.
Y/n bit his shoulder hard, teeth sinking in to mark him, blood welling as her orgasm built. She rode fiercely, dictating the rhythm, her pussy milking his cock with vise-like contractions. Neteyam's grip tightened on her throat, choking her through the peak, her vision spotting as she cried out, juices flooding around him, soaking his thighs. 'Fuckkk yess.'' He growled as he pumped hot cum deep inside, ropes coating her depths, the release quenching the pollen's heat at last..
''I still hate you.''
''Keep lying to yourself.''
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