#awow

[weiyjling]

let’s bond with a dangerous animal like papa

[jnxxvii]

[smuttyjane]

HIII TWIN!!! omg can i request that you do a neteyam x fem metkayina reader where its like early on in their relationship (either courting or already mates) and reader is still getting used to how big neteyam is. and one day theyre having sex and neteyam has reader in doggy style and since that position allows neteyam to go deeper, its a bit shocking to reader like, shit hes so deep, so reader kinda leans forward trying to “escape” his big dick, making neteyams cock almost fully come out, so he grabs readers tail to slide her back on his cock and he just takes her to pound town making sure reader doesn’t go anywhere and this time hes all in her gut😭 maybe even testing out how well you write for knots👀??? use any kink you want, especially your breeding kink, i know mother will provide🙏

Knotty (18+) MDNI

│Aged-up Neteyam x Female Metkayina Reader

Neteyam has officially been your mate for a month or two now, and he just cannot stay away from you.

He has been stuffed in you every which way. Your body is sore, still not used to his large cock, but that doesn’t stop him. If anything, he does all he can to make it easier for you to take him.

The moon shines bright outside, illuminating the expanse of your marui pod, and yet, no sleep was happening.

Neteyam is on his knees on the ground behind you, one hand gripping the skin of your hip, the other stroking his cock firm, and rough. Your core faces him, bare and pulsing with desire. There was not one thought in your mind other than Neteyam, and his cock sliding in you.

The tip nudges against your entrance, precum leaking down your inner thigh, mixing with your slick. Pressure builds, and you can already feel the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“F-fuck baby,” he groans, pushing his cock inside of you.

Neteyam pushes in all the way until the tip rests against your cervix, deeper than it has ever been. The burn and stretch are overwhelming, small whimpers leave your lips. Your nails dig into the furs beneath you, gripping onto them to steady yourself.

You squirm, the pressure too great for him to just be sitting there. His hand rubs down your back, soothing you, keeping you in place the best he could as pleasure floods through him.

“So tight around me,” he says, breathlessly as he begins to slide his cock back out.

The friction eases the pain, turning it into pleasure, but the pressure persists.

He leaves only the tip in before slowly sliding back in, pushing against your cervix and resting on your sweet spot. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your sensitive walls, molding to him, welcoming him in after the constant sex the two of you have been having.

Once he feels like you have had enough time to adjust, he begins to slam his cock inside of you, quick and hard. His fingers grip your skin punishingly, sure to leave bruises the next day, but you couldn’t care less. Your mind goes blank; no words form from your tongue. Incoherent whimpers and moans mixed with his name are the only things that could be made out from your sounds.

“You feel so good baby,” he groans, throwing his head back, mouth hanging open slightly while his hips roll into you.

Your skin slaps against him making wet sounds from the slick pouring from your entrance and down his shaft. Drool drips from your chin, making the furs wet underneath. Your eyes cross, lost in the feeling of your mate deep inside you.

Neteyam tilts your hips upward, allowing him to dig even deeper, and it was more than you could take.

You whimper, moving forward, trying to run from his punishing cock. He was lost, unaware of it until his cock was no longer wrapped by your walls. His eyes snap open, looking down at how you had moved away from him, his tip the only part of him sitting inside you.

He growls low, frustrated by your actions. His hand wraps around your tail, and he yanks you back onto his cock. You yelp out in pain, but it quickly turns into pressure filled pleasure when he slams into you once more.

“What did I tell you about running from it sweet girl,” he asks, voice low and rough.

When you don’t answer, he slaps your ass, the bright blue skin stinging from his touch. As quick as it happened, his thumb was already brushing over the red, irritated skin, soothing it before it really had a chance to hurt.

“Neteyam, f-fuck Neteyam I can’t take it,” you whine, trying to pull away from him again.

He yanks your tail back, forcing your entrance to swallow his cock again. One more slap to your ass, harder this time because apparently you didn’t get the message.

“That is not what I asked,” he growls, drilling into you harder from behind.

When you don’t answer, his thrusts slow ever so slightly, the grip on your tail loosening only an inch.

“You were taking me so good, so deep and fast. What happened babygirl,” he coos.

His hips roll into you, mimicking the waves of the ocean outside, his cock filling every empty space left inside of your core. The tip lingers against your cervix, pressing for too long before you squirm again, trying to get out of his grasp.

Neteyam releases your tail and rubs one hand down the length of your back, pushing you against the furs beneath you. Your aching nipples drag across the fabric, stimulating you even more than you already were.

Without removing his cock, he pushes your legs closed and positions himself where both of his knees sit on either side of your hips. He pushes his cock in, slower, more sensually, but only for a second.

His body crowds yours as he leans down on his elbow, placing one hand under your jaw, he brings your face towards his. His braids brush across his shoulders, sweat beads along his forehead, his pupils dilate at the sight of you so fucked out.

“Neteyam...,” you whimper, unable to see straight from how deep his cock was stuffed inside you.

“I know baby, I know,” he whispers, leaning down to place a soft kiss to your lips.

As soon as he pulls away, he pounds into you, unforgivingly punishing. Tears stream down your cheeks, moans fall from your lips along with more incoherent words.

“Why are you crying, sweet girl,” he coos, a small grin pulling at his lips.

His cock twitches inside you, excited to see you this way once again, and it was all for him. His thumb wipes away a tear, but when another one falls, he moves closer to your face, licking up the salty tear and placing a kiss against your cheek.

Pounding against you, every thrust brings out a sharp, breathless gasp. Your fingers grip the furs, your nipples rub constantly, heat pools in your lower belly as you walk the line of your climax.

Pleasure runs through your body, you feel drunk off his cock. Addicted to the way his hips roll into yours in a way he had perfected in such a short amount of time. Your clit aches between your legs. You press your thighs together, letting the force of Neteyam’s thrusts rub them together, offering relief you so desperately needed.

Neteyam was close, so close, but he was determined to make you cum first. Your core clenches around him, pulling him in and begging him not to go. The base of his cock begins to swell; his thrusts grow sloppy when he twitches deep inside of you. His mouth runs rampant.

“I’m gonna fill you up until you’re pregnant with my baby. Round and swollen with my life,” he growls, eager to feel your pleasure.

His grip around your jaw tightens.

“You want that don’t you baby? To be pregnant. To have our family,” he whispers, a rhetorical question and begging you to say yes all at once.

“Yes, please N-Neteyam,” you whimper, lifting your hips up, allowing him to thrust deeper inside of you.

He groans, leaning down to place a rough kiss to your lips, and fucks into you harder than before.

“Let me feel you. Please, let me feel it,” he whimpers.

His cock presses against your sweet spot, drawing your climax out of you. You moan loud, practically screaming from the intensity of your orgasm. Your body shakes, legs trembling, tears rolling down your face, drool dripping from your chin, all while the base of Neteyam’s cock swells bigger and bigger.

“Look at me. Look at me when I put my child in you,” he growls, shaking your head slightly.

You gaze at him, vision blurry as your eyes cross from the pleasure running through you still. His eyes burn through you, heating up your insides just from the disheveled look of him.

His thrusts slow when he is forced to push himself past the knot, your entrance barely able to stretch enough around it. You whine, squirming against his cock, twitching during the comedown of your climax.

“F-fuck baby. Shit, so tight,” he groans, voice rough and animalistic.

He pushes in once more, the swell of his cock larger than you could take. He rocks his hips against yours, barely moving an inch before you feel his cum shoot inside you in long, thick ropes. It coats your walls, nothing leaking out past the knot swollen at the base of his cock.

Neteyam rests his forehead against yours, heavy breathing, heart pounding out of his chest. His hand moves to your cheek, brushing away the lingering tears. You squirm against him, feeling the knot just past your entrance, his cock still twitching deep inside of your core.

“Hope it sticks this time,” he whispers, kissing your lips softly, a complete contrast to the way he just fucked you.

“Mmm,” you hum, your mind is still empty after everything.

He laughs softly, leaning down until his body lays on top of yours, his warmth spreading through your skin, and past the surface. You can feel his heartbeat in his chest, the rhythm of his breathing, all mixing the gentle touch of his rough hands.

“Gonna be here for a while,” he says.

“Yeah, I know,” you reply, laying your head down against the furs as your heartbeat slows, and your breathing syncs with his.

[allysscapes]

2 can play that game

Pairings: Neteyam x fem omatikaya! Reader

Summary: Raised as part of the Sully family, she grows up close to Kiri, but as she gets older, her dynamic with Neteyam subtly changes. Neither of them says anything, yet the shift is felt… noticed, mutual, and quietly lingering.

Warnings: slow burn, mentions of loss, sensual undertones, tension between characters, mild manipulation, mutual pining,.. lmk if i missed anything.

Notes: i was a bit reluctant on writing this because i know people were a bit weirded out by the spider and kiri situation during afaa but it was already drafted up so.. reader refers to Neytiri and Jake as ‘Ma’ey’ and ‘Pa’ey’ those names give the emotional weight of mom and dad without being literal parental titles.

Word count: 3.0K

part 2

Your mother and Neytiri had been best friends, much like how you and Kiri are now… always laughing, sharing, and looking out for each other.

But your mom was gone, caught in the fires when the humans evaded Pandora.

You remember the cold ache in your chest, the emptiness that settled in when you realized she wasn’t coming back.

Neytiri had been there, always by your mother’s side, and now… now she was all you had left.

Jake and Neytiri found you among the remnants of your home, trembling, ears pinned, tail coiled tightly.

They didn’t hesitate. Neytiri knelt beside you, wrapping you in a protective embrace.

“You are safe now,” Neytiri whispered, voice soft and steady, eyes full of fire and care. “We will not let anything happen to you.”

And they kept that promise.

They didn’t just take you in.. They raised you. They guided you, protected you, and gave you a family to rely on.

You learned to walk, to hunt, to listen to Eywa’s whispers, and to trust again.

They didn’t push you to call them “Mom” or “Dad,” but the love was there, unconditional, steady, and unwavering.

They are Your home. Your family. Your heart.

You remember how it felt the first time Jake smiled at you and said, “You are a sully… you are my daughter ” The weight of his words settled in your chest, a warmth that has stayed with you even now, years later.

Neytiri’s guidance shaped your confidence, her steady presence a anchor in the wild of Pandora.

And because of them, you grew strong, capable, and… ready for anything

You and Kiri slip into the mauri, trying not to laugh too loud. “Ma’ey! Pa’ey! Guess what we found!” you call, holding up a messy pile of forest treasures.

Jake raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Hmm… trouble, I assume?”

Neytiri laughs softly, shaking her head. “Still gathering what does not belong to you, I see.”

You grin, tugging Kiri’s hand. “It is not stealing if we found it first!”

You and Kiri had always been inseparable.

From the moment you could walk, you were trailing after her through the forest.. mud on your feet, laughter in your lungs, hands always tangled together as if Eywa herself had tied you side by side.

Neteyam had always been there too.

Not with you… not like Kiri was.. but nearby. Older. Taller.

A presence that blended into the background of your childhood until, one day, it didn’t anymore.

🐾

His siblings saw you as one of them. Another sister. Someone to protect, to tease, to laugh with without thinking twice about it.

But Neteyam never could.

Even when you were younger.. small and bright and always laughing beside Kiri… there had been something about you that pulled at his attention in a way he didn’t understand.

His protectiveness ran deeper than instinct, sharper than duty.

He watched you longer than he should have. Stepped closer without realizing why.

It wasn’t the kind of care you gave a sister.

It never had been.

As the years passed, the distance between you shifted.

You grew into yourself, into someone who made his chest feel tight and his thoughts slow.

He became aware of you in a way that made him restless, careful, quiet.

Neteyam told himself it was wrong to think this way.

That you were family.

That his place was to protect you, nothing more.

But no matter how many times he tried to see you the way his siblings did…

He couldn’t.

And deep down, he knew he never would.

🐾

Kiri noticed neteyam first.

The way his attention shifted without him meaning to.

How his gaze followed you through the clearing even when the conversation had already moved on.

How he positioned himself.. subtly, instinctively between you and anything that felt even remotely like a threat.

How his fingers twitched, as if he wanted to reach out and steady you, and then didn’t, letting you find your balance yourself.

She noticed how he listened when you spoke.

Not politely. Not patiently.

Intently.

And then she noticed you.

The way you went quiet whenever Neteyam stepped into the clearing.

How your fingers fumbled, how your ears twitched just a second too late when his voice joined the conversation.

You, who had grown up fearless, climbing trees faster than the boys, laughing too loud, never shy.. suddenly became all nerves and stolen glances.

Oh, she knew.

You were sitting beside Kiri near the roots of the spirit tree, knees pulled to your chest as she braided a thin cord of fibers.

You were mid-sentence, rambling comfortably, when a familiar shadow fell over you.

“Hey,” Neteyam said casually.

Your brain short-circuited.

“Oh…hi… neteyam.. I mean…” You cleared your throat, heat rushing to your face as you stood too quickly, nearly tripping over your own feet. “I was just… uh”

Kiri bit her lip to keep from smiling.

Neteyam's eyes flicked to you, lingering for half a second longer than necessary.

Something unreadable passed over his face.

like he was cataloging every detail.. the way you avoided his eyes, the flush on your ears, the way your tail betrayed you.

From then on, he made no effort to avoid you.

If anything, he sought you out.. always casually, always with Kiri present.

And every time you stumbled over yourself, he smiled.

Not openly. Not teasingly.

Just a small curve of his mouth. Like he found something quietly satisfying.

Each interaction was small. Innocent.

And every single one left you flustered.

🐾

Neteyam's teasing was quiet. Subtle. Designed just for you.

He started greeting you differently.

Not just a nod. Not just your name.

A hand briefly resting on your shoulder when he passed.

A light squeeze at your elbow when guiding you through a crowd.

Once. just once, he leaned down and murmured a joke meant only for you, his voice low enough to make your ears warm.

You laughed too loudly.

Neteyam's eyes lit up.

He liked that.

And then he started doing things.

Small things at first.

Like sitting closer than necessary during evening meals, his knee brushing yours beneath the woven mats.

Like handing you things directly instead of setting them down.. letting his fingers linger for half a heartbeat too long when you took them.

Like standing behind you while you listened to someone speak, close enough that you could feel his presence without ever seeing it.

At first, you thought it was accidental.

Neteyam had always been kind, steady, calm, attentive in the way the eldest often was. He spoke when needed, listened more than he talked, moved through the forest like it bent itself to him.

So when he lingered near you longer than necessary, or chose to walk beside you instead of ahead, you told yourself it meant nothing.

But then it kept happening.

Every time you were around him, your body reacted before your thoughts could catch up.

Your ears flicked back when he spoke too close.

Your tail curled when his shoulder brushed yours.

Your voice stumbled when he looked at you directly for too long.

And at first, you were too busy being embarrassed to notice him.

Until one evening, the three of you sat beneath a tree as the forest settled into night.

Kiri leaned back against the roots, calm and comfortable.

You sat across from her, knees tucked in.

Neteyam dropped down beside you... closer than he needed to be.

He stretched his legs out and rested his arm behind you, palm flat against the moss.

Not touching you. Just there.

You could feel the heat of him.

Kiri glanced between you both. Said nothing.

The silence stretched.

Your heart pounded so loud you were convinced Neteyam could hear it.

Kiri leaned forward suddenly, resting her chin in her hands, eyes darting between the two of you. "You know," she said innocently, "she gets really nervous around you."

You nearly choked. "Kiri!"

His eyes flicked.. not to your face, but lower. To your tail. To the way it had curled tight around your leg.

Then back to your eyes.

And there it was. That quiet, satisfied look.

Your chest tightened. Wait.....

Neteyam hummed softly, pretending to consider this. His hand playing with the moss behind you. "Does she?"

Your ears burned. You heart thudded. You tail flicking uncontrollably behind you.

His gaze flicked down again brief, deliberate, then back to kiri. And this time, he didn't hide the smile.

Small. Warm. Absolutely unfair.

That was the moment it became clear.

He wasn't teasing by accident.

He wasn't unaware.

You glanced at him and saw it.

The way his eyes softened. The way the corner of his mouth twitched like he was holding something back.

The thought hit you so suddenly you almost gasped.

He likes this.

he enjoyed watching you unravel a little at a time.

Not in a cruel way. Not mocking.

But... entertained. Amused. Patient.

From then on, you started paying attention.

And you realized he knows exactly what he’s doing.

‘He’s…. Testing me’ you thought.

It became so obvious neteyam was intentionally teasing you.

Not with words. Just proximity. Light touches that could be explained.

Your shoulder brushing his arm, fingers barely grazing, thighs close when navigating narrow paths.

Each time, your tail curled tighter. Your ears flattened. Your heartbeat raced.

He noticed.

And he definitely wasn't going to stop.

🐾

The first time he tested it, it was almost accidental.

The three of you were sitting together near the training grounds.

You and Kiri were sharing fruit, shoulders pressed together, when Neteyam approached and dropped down across from you.

His movements were easy, confident, completely unaware, it seemed, of the way your spine straightened the second he sat.

He leaned back on his hands. Relaxed.

Your fingers stilled mid-motion.

Neteyam's eyes flicked to your hands. Then slowly he smiled.

"You going to eat that?" he asked, nodding toward the bitten fruit in your hand.

Your mouth went dry. "I.. yeah.. I mean-"

Kiri elbowed you lightly. "She was."

Neteyam hummed, amused. "Was."

You shot him a look, flustered.

He met your eyes easily, unbothered and held them just long enough for your heart to start racing.

You hesitated, fingers tightening around the fruit before, without thinking too hard about it, you held it out toward him.

“I.. if you want it,” you said quietly.

Neteyam’s features lifted slightly. Just a flicker of surprise.

Then he leaned forward. He didn’t take the fruit from your hand.

He bit into it.

Right where you had.

Your breath hitched. Your tail stilled completely.

He pulled back slowly, chewing, eyes never leaving your face. There was a pause.. brief, heavy before his lips curved into something small. Satisfied.

“Thanks,” he said, voice low.

Kiri made a soft, knowing sound beside you.

And just like that, it wasn’t accidental anymore.

You stared at the fruit for half a second too long.

He’d bitten it. Right where you had.

“He’s testing me..’ You think again.

The marks were still there.

Your ears burned, heat creeping down your neck as you became painfully aware of Kiri watching you from the corner of her eye.

Neteyam didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. He just leaned back again, relaxed, gaze settled on you like he was waiting.

Testing.

You swallowed.

Then, before you could talk yourself out of it.. you lifted the fruit and took another bite.

From the same place.

Your teeth sank into the softened edge, his bite still there, unmistakable.

The world didn’t end. No one gasped. No one said anything.

But Neteyam’s posture changed. Just slightly.

His eyes darkened, focus sharpening in a way that made your stomach flip. He didn’t smile this time.

Kiri’s eyes widened. Just a little.

‘Two can play that game.’ You think to yourself.

You chewed slowly, forcing yourself to stay calm even as your heart pounded in your chest.

When you looked back at him, your gaze didn’t waver.

Barely.

Neteyam exhaled through his nose. He swallowed. His face a purple hue.

kiri laughed, tail flicking with amusement. "Ohhh, there it is," she teased, grinning. "Look at you, Neteyam! The mighty warrior, flustered!”

His head jerked slightly, eyes narrowing but not in anger. Just... embarrassment.

Warmth spreading across his face and neck, even though he tried to hide it.

"Ohhh, don't think you can hide that! I see it!" kiri adds.

Neteyam's jaw tightened but the faintest curve of a smile betraved him.

you both sit there, flushed and wide-eyed.

Kiri’s little laughs echoing through the forest.

I hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think!

I see you guys asking for a “Not now. Not ever.” part 2 and that is coming soon!!

I’m also in the progress of writing a Tonowari x reader so yay!

Thank you for reading!

[willoweclipsepirate]

• pairing: neteyam x reader

• warnings: injury

• summary: Neteyam realizing he’s in love with you after you get injured during training and he completely loses his composure for the first time in front of everyone.

The humidity of the Omatikaya rainforest clings to your skin. High above, the canopy filters the sunlight into jagged shards of gold and emerald, casting dancing shadows across the already full training grounds. Neteyam stands with his spine in a rigid line, his bow gripped in a hand that never trembles. He is the golden son, the blueprint of a warrior, the one who never miss a mark and never lets a slip of emotion breach his composure.

Beside him, you move with a fluidity that always make his chest tighten. You aren't as disciplined as he is, but you possess a raw, instinctive grace that mirrors the jungle itself. You catch him staring and flash a grin, your golden eyes shimmering with mischief.

"Still trying to figure out how I keep landing hits on you, Neteyam?"

Neteyam shifts his gaze forward, though the ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. "You rely on luck and chaos. It works until it doesn't."

"Chaos is just a strategy you haven't mastered yet," you counter, stepping closer. The scent of crushed ferns and rain follows you. "Admit it. You're bored of being perfect. You want to see what happens when you let go."

"I am not bored," he replies, with steady voice. "I am focused."

"Focused on what? The way my body moves when I'm about to strike?"

Neteyam finally looks at you, his expression neutral despite the drumming of his heart. "Your tail is a giveaway. You're telegraphing every move."

You laugh, a bright, melodic sound that echoes through the trees. "Then stop watching my tail and start seeing me."

The training session intensifies. Around you, other young warriors spar, the air filling with the rhythmic thud of wooden staffs and the sharp cries of exertion. Kiri watches from the sidelines, her head tilted, a somewhat intriguing expression painting her face.

"Again!" Jake barked.

You move. Neteyam blocks your strike, the wooden staffs clashing with a sharp crack. He steps back, circling you, his mind calculating your trajectory. He likes this—the dance of combat, the way your breaths synchronized in the heat. But more than the fight, he likes the way you challenge the walls he have built around himself.

"You're thinking too much," you whisper, your voice a low vibration. "Stop being a soldier for one second. Just be you."

"I am me," Neteyam grunts, sweeping your leg.

You tumble, rolling across the mossy earth and springing back up in one seamless motion. You are breathless, a stray lock of hair clinging to your damp forehead.

"Is that all the mighty warrior has?" you tease, though your chest heaves.

"I'm just warming up."

"Prove it."

You charge again, but this time, the environment betrays you. As you pivot for a high strike, your foot catches on a slick, protruding root, hidden beneath a layer of decaying leaves. The balance you usually maintain vanishes in a heartbeat. Your momentum carries you forward, not in a controlled strike, but in a desperate, uncontrolled fall.

Neteyam reaches out, his hand closing on air.

The sound that follows is sickening. A sharp, wet thud. You don't scream but a stifled gasp still escapes you. You simply collapse, your arm twisted at an unnatural angle as you slamed into a jagged outcrop of rock. A deep gash opened along your forearm, the crimson blood stark and jarring against your striking blue skin. You are losing a lot of blood.

For a second, the world went silent. The other warriors stopped. Jake froze.

Neteyam feels something inside him snap. The discipline, the composure, the carefully maintained mask of the perfect son, it all shattered like glass.

"Y/N!"

He doesn't walk; he launches himself toward you, his knees hitting the dirt with a force that bruise. He doesn't care. He doesn't see the crowd gathering. He doesn't see his father, Jake, approaching with a look of concern. All he sees is the blood and the way your eyes are clouded with shock.

"Don't move. Don't you dare move," Neteyam chokes out. His voice, usually a pillar of strength, was now a frayed wire.

You try to shift, a small moan escapes your lips. "I'm... I'm okay. It's just a—"

"Shut up! Just stay still!" he snaps, his voice cracking.

The crowd gasps. Neteyam has never raised his voice in anger, and he has certainly never lost his temper during a training exercise. He is trembling, so hard, that the shakes are evident on his entire frame.

He rips a strip of cloth from his own waist, his movements frantic, almost clumsy, and presses the fabric against your wound, his fingers slick with your blood.

"Neteyam, go get the healers and let them handle it," Jake says, reaching out to touch his son's shoulder.

Neteyam flinches away from his father's touch, his eyes wide and wild. "Get back! Just go get the healers! Now!"

Jake recoils, stunned. He has seen his son face down multiple predators and the terrors of war, but he has never seen him look this terrified. This isn't the fear of a soldier; it is the raw panic of a man watching his entire world bleed out on the forest floor.

"I've got you," Neteyam whispers, his forehead dropping to touch yours. He is sobbing now, the sounds jagged and guttural. "I've got you, Y/N. Please. Please be okay. Please."

You look up at him, your breath coming in shallow hitches. You have always seen Neteyam as the untouchable prince, the boy who carries the weight of the world without a grimace. Seeing him broken, seeing the tears streaming down his face and the desperation in his eyes, sends a different kind of shock through you.

"Neteyam," you whisper, your voice also trembling. "You're... you're crying."

"I can't lose you," he gasps, pressing the bandage harder against your arm. "I can't. I didn't tell you. I didn't tell you yet."

"Tell me what?"

He doesn't answer. He can't. He just clings to you, his large hand cradling the back of your head, shielding you from the eyes of the village. He is shaking so hard that you could feel it through your own skin.

Kiri arrives with the healers shortly after, gently pushing Neteyam aside to treat the wound. For the first time in his life, Neteyam doesn't argue. He doesn't lead. He simply stands by, his chest heaving, his hands stained red, watching every movement of the healers with an intensity that bordered on obsession. He loks like a man who had just survived a shipwreck, clinging to the only piece of driftwood left in the ocean.

Hours later, the sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving the forest bathing in a ghostly, bioluminescent glow. The plants pulse with soft purples and neon blues, mirroring the heartbeat of the world. You lie on a woven mat in the healing hut, your arm bound in clean linens and treated with pungent herbs.

The curtain flutters and Neteyam steps inside. He looks exhausted. The rigidity is gone, replaced by a heavy, lingering sadness. He doesn't say anything at first; he just sits beside you, his eyes scanning your face as if checking to ensure you haven't vanished.

"You scared everyone, you know," he says softly.

You smile weakly. "I think you scared them more. I've never seen you yell at your dad."

Neteyam looks away, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck. "I lost my head."

"You didn't just lose your head, Neteyam. You fell apart. Don't ask me how but it was actually kinda attractive."

He lets out a short, breathless laugh, finally meeting your eyes. The humor fades quickly, replaced by a solemnity that made the air between you feel thick.

"I thought you were gone," he whispers. "I know it was just a fall, just a cut, but for a second... the world went dark. I realized that if you weren't in it, there was no point in being perfect. There was no point in any of it."

You reach out with your good hand, your fingers brushing against his cheek. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Because I don't know how to do it," he admitts, leaning into your touch. "My life is a list of expectations. Be a leader. Be a warrior. Be the example. I don't know how to love you."

"Maybe just stop following the plan," you suggest.

Neteyam closes his eyes, a single tear escaping. "I don't want to be a blueprint for my dad anymore. I just want to be yours. After today I'm never leaving your side."

You pull him closer, guiding his head down to your shoulder. He collapses against you, the weight of his hidden emotions finally finding a place to land. He breathes in the scent of the healing herbs and your skin, his grip tightening possessively.

"You're an idiot," you murmur, kissing the top of his head.

"I know," he whispers back.

"A very dramatic idiot."

"Probably."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his golden eyes searching yours. The vulnerability is still there, raw and exposed. He doesn't hide it this time. He doesn't mask the longing or the fear. He leans in, his movements slow and tentative, giving you every chance to pull away.

When your lips finally meet, it isn't the polished, perfect kiss of a prince. It is desperate and messy, tasting of longing. Neteyam groans into your mouth, a sound of pure relief, as if he was finally breathing after being underwater for years. His tongue sweeps against yours, claiming you with a hunger that spoke of months of suppressed desire.

You wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him flush against you. The friction of your bodies, the heat radiating between you, ignited a spark that have been simmering since you were children. Neteyam’s hand slids down your back, his fingers digging into your skin, grounding himself in the reality of your presence.

"I love you," he murmurs against your lips, his voice a rough, honest rasp. "I love you so much it terrifies me."

"Good," you whisper, pulling him back for another kiss. "It terrifies me too."

Neteyam smiles, a real, genuine smile that reaches his eyes. For the first time, he doesn't isn't putting on a performance to please anyone. The golden son has finally cracked, and in the wreckage of his perfection, he has found something far more valuable.

He stays by your side throughout the night, your fingers intertwined, watching the bioluminescent forest pulse in rhythm with your shared breath. The pressure of the clan, the weight of the war, and the expectations of his bloodline still exist, but they feel distant now, small and insignificant, compared to the girl in his arms.

As the first light of dawn filters through the canopy, Neteyam kisses your forehead, his expression one of absolute peace.

"Next time we spar," he whispers, "I'm not letting you get hurt anymore. I promise."

"Oh? And how do you plan to do that?"

"I don't know," he smiles, leaning in to kiss her again. "but i won't break my promise."

[junebugonjupiter]

A Mother's Joy | Jake Sully x fem!reader

PART 1: A MOTHER KNOWS | PART 2: YOU ARE HERE | PART 3: A MOTHER'S TEARS | PART 4: A MOTHER'S GRIEF

Based on this and this request, plus comments from part 1!

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: Jake Sully x fem!mate!reader

Description: Years after the death of Neytiri, you and Jake raise your family with the expectation of one more on the way.

Content Warnings: Pregnancy, vomiting, grief

Author's note: This is like 90% fluff. Yesss, I have decided there will be a part 3 and it will take place when they kids are teens/in Way of Water. That is the one with the angst, while this one is the reprieve from Part 1.

Na’vi Words used: Angstik - Hammerhead Titanothere, Animal that squares up with Jake in Movie 1 Kelku - home/house Tukru - Spear Sa’nu and Sempu - mommy and daddy Nantang - Viperwolf Parultsyìp - Darling, little loved one Syaksyuk - Prolemuris, animal similar to a monkey Yawnetu - Beloved

“And you are positive?” Jake asked, as he helped you sit up from Mo’at’s examination, his hand at your back to support you. She had been sticking and prodding you for the past half hour, but now that you knew her findings, you were in slight shock.

“I am sure,” she nodded sagely. Jake and you exchanged a wide eyed stare as you both processed the news before he pulled you to his chest in an embrace. He held you close enough that you felt the hitch in his breathing.

“A baby…” Jake muttered over your shoulder. 

“A baby,” you agreed, blinking in dumbfounded joy and surprise.

“What a blessing,” Mo’at noted, although you didn’t miss the underlying sorrow. If her daughter was still here, if she was still alive, then Neytiri would have been the one carrying Jake’s child.

You let go of your mate and reached out to place a hand on her arm, nodding to convey your thanks.

“How far along is she?” Jake asked his former mother in law. 

She smiled briefly at your gesture, “I would say 6 weeks, but these things are not exact, it is hard to tell. I leave you to discuss this,” she answered as she got up to give you and Jake some privacy.

Jake gripped your hands in his. “Another kid…” he muttered in wonder. 

“Eywa is testing us, four children…” you murmured.

Jake sat up straighter, “You don't want another?” he asked, his brows low on his forehead.

“I do! I do, it's just… well we will really be outnumbered now,” you laughed.

He closed his eyes briefly at the thought, “I just hope it’s another girl,” he smiled, and you huffed a sardonic laugh. 

“Can you imagine 3 boys?” you groaned, resting your forehead on his wrist as he laughed harder.

“I don’t want to,” he shook his head. 

-

You and Jake had gone back and forth about when to tell the kids, but after another month, you both agreed you couldn't wait any longer.

“Sully family meeting!” Jake called, gathering your small children around him in a circle. Jake reached out to pick up Lo’ak who was attempting to run past him to the basket of toys in the corner.

From where you were sitting next to Jake, you were directly across from Kiri and Neteyam. “Sa’nu and Sempu have something to tell you,” you started.

“Is it good or bad?” Kiri blurted in worry, already interrupting your train of thought. 

“It’s good, babygirl,” Jake told her. Lo’ak sat in his lap, squirming until Jake handed him the orange Toruk toy. The boy was like a wild nantang, ever hyper and ready to play.

“Are we in trouble?” Neteyam asked, shrinking back.

“No! Why would that be a good thing!” Kiri exclaimed, rolling her eyes at her older brother.

“You’re not in trouble, Mommy is going to have a baby,” you said, waiting as all of their faces filled with shock and then slowly morphed into varying emotions. 

Kiri looked purely skeptical, probably hoping desperately that she wouldn't get another brother. 

Neteyam looked happy about the news in his own quiet way. He smiled to himself, watching his family in excitement. 

Lo’ak on the other hand, was overjoyed. “WHAT?!” he exclaimed, jumping up from Jake’s arms and running over to you. “A baby is in here?” he asked, patting your stomach.

“Yes, there is,” you nodded as his jaw fell open in shock.

“A boy?” he asked hopefully, his eyebrows raised in the same way Jake’s often did.

“We do not know yet,” you answered.

“When do we find out?” Neteyam asked, finally speaking.

“Max and Norm can do tests to see what it will be in a few months,” Jake offered. 

“We did not know what you would be until you were born, your mother wanted you to be a surprise,” you explained, smiling at the fond memories of her insistence that she did not need any help from humans. 

You and Jake had decided right off the bat that you would never hide Neytiri from her son. He deserved to know his entire story, and you honored her by keeping her alive in him. Her memory was everywhere in your marui. You wore her jewelry nearly everyday, had her bow hanging on the wall waiting for Neteyam when he was older, and her stories had become a favorite during bedtime.

“Why did she not want to know?” Kiri asked Jake.

Jake pursed his lips, “Well, she wanted to do things the Na’vi way. Only humans like to know what the baby will be before its born. She said that she would be happy if you were a boy or a girl,” Jake said, noticing his son looking down at his knees, nodding in thought.

“She loved you very much, so much, she already had a feeling you would be a boy. She told me many times,” you nodded.

“How did she know?” he asked, looking up curiously.

You smiled a sad smile and brushed a braid away from his cheek, “Because a mother always knows, Parultsyìp.”

-

The next week, you rolled over in you and Jake’s hammock, and the swaying of it caused your eyes to fly open at the nausea that tore through you.

You got up and stumbled to the door, fighting with the cover before it finally came undone just in time for you to sink to your knees in the wet dew and lose your stomach all over the grass. 

Heavy footsteps pattered behind you, “Deep breaths, baby. Deep breaths,” Jake said, falling to his knee at your side as he pulled your hair out of your face and rubbed your back. He must have felt you getting up to have met you out here so quickly.

“What do you need?” he asked. One hand moved to rub at your shoulder as you sat up and leaned against his chest. His heartbeat pounded against your head, his arm draping over your middle.

“Nothing, I am fine. Just give me a minute,” you muttered, your face towards the sky but your eyes were closed.

Small footsteps hit the woven kelku floor behind you. “Is mommy okay?” Neteyam’s voice asked. You peeked an eye open to see him rubbing his eyes groggily as he stumbled outside. 

“Yeah, she's gonna be okay. The baby just needs some water. Can you get her some?” Jake asked sweetly in his husky morning voice.

“Yeah,” Neteyam nodded, suppressing a yawn and running back into your home only to return a moment later with a gourd of water.

“Thank you, baby boy,” you smiled, taking the gourd he offered you and squeezing his hand as you drank from it.

He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated. Finally he said, “I had a nightmare,” he confessed, nearly too quiet to be heard. You paused, putting down the water and your nausea was forgotten.

You held out your hands and pulled him into your lap. At 8 years old, he was almost too big to fit. “Do you want to tell us about it?” you asked, leaning your cheek on his forehead.

He nodded and Jake sat down at your side, his arms propping him up with his legs splayed out behind you. “What happened?” 

“There was a giant spider monkey chasing me,” he muttered and your forehead wrinkled in confusion. 

“What is that?” You asked. Jake’s stomach brushed against your arm as you heard his chuckles, you and Neteyam looked to see his father shake his head at the sky and say, “Spider monkeys are small, boy.” 

“Well this one was big!” Neteyam insisted, holding his arms wide to demonstrate. 

“I do not understand. What is a spider monkey?” You asked and both of your boys laughed when you butchered the name. 

“It’s an animal from earth, like a syaksyuk, but a lot smaller,” Jake explained.

“Norm and Max showed us different creatures they have on earth. We watched a video and the monkey ran around and screamed very loud,” Neteyam muttered, looking off in the distance as if he was traumatized. 

“Oh my poor boy,” you tutted, holding Neteyam’s head to your neck. You shared a smile with Jake over your son's head. Jake fought hard to suppress his laugh, but ultimately ended up covering it with a cough. 

“Well if it is like a syaksyuk, that does not sound so bad,” you said. “Maybe this monkey creature is actually very friendly.”

“No mama, it was very scary. He was chasing me through the forest and he caught me right when I woke up!” Neteyam said, as he looked at you with wide eyes. You smoothed down his hair, but Jake did not hold the same sympathies.

“Sempu, why are you laughing?” Neteyam complained as Jakes body was racked with laughter.

“I’m sorry, ‘teyam. It’s just, Spider Monkeys are about this tall.” He said, holding out a hand at what would only be hitting the height of your mid calves. 

Neteyam rolled his eyes and pursed his lips. “No dad! This one was huge!!” He exclaimed again and Jake nodded, resigning to just agree with your son and his silly nightmares.

“Okay, okay. You’re right, that’s scary.”

-

“Baby, put him down,” Jake exclaimed, rushing over to you to pluck Lo’ak out of your arms. 

You had been carrying the 6 year old while cleaning baskets in the stream, your other two children laid out behind you watching the clouds go by on the bank. Jake had just come to join you after a long day of fulfilling his duty as Olo’eyktan.

“Hey!” Lo’ak squealed as Jake held him away from you as your arms reached out for your youngest.

“I am fine, Ma’ Jake. You treat me as if I am the baby,” you huffed. Jake swerved out of your reach, spinning in a circle so that Lo’ak giggled in glee.

“Of course I am when you’re carrying my child,” he replied even as Lo’ak demands another spin, “Put down the baskets, I'll get it,” he ordered as he swept Lo’ak around.

You laid a hand on your barely round stomach at the reminder. You were only 3 months pregnant, but despite the ability to still be able to do most things, Jake was acting just like he had for your first pregnancy. You could barely lift a finger without him swooping in to stop you.

“Sempu!” Kiri yelled, running up to Jake. “Me next! Spin me!” 

“Alright babygirl,” he laughed, picking her up with his other arm and spinning the both of them around and around. 

You shook your head as Lo’ak screamed, upset that Kiri had taken some of Jake’s attention. 

“Momma?” Neteyam asked wading in the water to come up to you. 

“Yes baby?” You asked, ignoring Jake's early demand and sloshing water into the baskets before using a cloth to scrub at them. 

“What are you gonna name the baby?” He asked, grabbing another cloth and basket to follow your motions. 

“Hmm, I don’t know. Have any ideas?” You asked, looking over to him as he had his eyes cast down at the water.

“I like Tuk, like the beginning of Tukru. I think they will be a very good warrior,” he suggested. 

You smiled at the sound of it, it already felt right. “That is beautiful, Neteyam. I think that is a good name.” 

Neteyam smiled back at you for your compliment. “Baby, put it down! Neteyam, help me out. Get that basket,” Jake demanded.

Neteyam leveled his eyes at you, but looked bashful as he held out a hand to do as his father asked. You barked out a laugh his expression but handed the basket over to your son.

“You are just like your father,” you complained, pushing his chin to the side playfully as Neteyam grinned at the water. He clutched both baskets and cloth's in his arms as Jake sloshed over to you.  

“Good job, 'Teyam. What are you guys talking about?” Jake asked, holding both of your youngest children perched on his arms. 

“I said I like the name Tuk for a baby,” Neteyam shrugged. Lo’ak squirmed and Jake set him down. Kiri on the other hand was content to hang in her fathers hold, giggling as he swayed side to side to make her squeal. 

“I like it,” Jake nodded, swinging Kiri up to sit on his shoulders, her gangly legs hanging down to rest on his chest. 

“Baby Tuk,” Lo’ak exclaimed, splashing in the water, “I like it too!”

You smiled at your youngest’s enthusiasm. “Well as long as Lo’ak approves, then I suppose we can use the name,” you teased. 

“Right!” Lo’ak said matter of factly, but shrieked when Neteyam dropped the baskets and ran over to pull his tail. The boys ran around your legs, Kiri laughing maniacally from her safe perch.

Your eyes slid to Jake so see him already looking at you with a content and joyful smile. 

-

“Gah,” you groaned, the ache growing along your lower back. 

You had been trying for the past few hours to redo your hair since the growth had pushed the braids away from your scalp, making your baby hairs stick up and annoying you to no end. You knew your tired body would struggle to withstand the hours of contorted arms it took to braid your hair, but it bothered you too much to let it go undone. 

You had really only managed to finish braiding about half of your head when Jake ducked into the kelku, surprisingly alone. 

“Where are the children?” you asked, concerned. Mo’at had offered to take them off of your hands for the day while Jake led a hunt with some of the other warriors and you rode with them.

“Mo’at had them all asleep when I got there, said they could stay the night if we wanted,” Jake said, unlatching his cumberbund and his knife sheath and hanging them on the wood carved hooks on the wall.

“That was kind of her,” you murmured, hands still twisting strands of hair into a braid. Your back and legs dully ached as you sat uncomfortably.

“She must have put them to work. They were snoring like an Angstik, you should have heard them,” he chuckled, sitting down beside you and you noticed he was holding a length of string and a berry sized orange pebble in the palm of his hand. 

“What’s that?” you asked, tying off the braid you finished and putting your arms down to rest.

“A pebble I found at the river the day Neteyam named her,” he said, holding the rock up so you could see. “I thought I would make it into a bead or totem for Baby Tuktirey’s songchord.”

“It is perfect, Ma’Jake,” you smiled, and he nodded, happy that you approved. He took the string and looped it several times around the rock before creating a tight knot. You got back to work too, your tired arms and aching back screaming in protest.

“You look uncomfortable,” Jake said, noticing you wince. He lowered the craft in his hands and turned the full force of his attention on you.

“My back is killing me, the baby does not want me to have nice hair,” you complained, pouting as you already gave up on the braid you had barely started.

“Let me do it,” he suggested, laying down the pebble and rising to his knees to scoot closer to you.

“No Ma’jake, you braid like a child,” you groaned.

“Hey!” Jake exclaimed, gently flicking you on the shoulder. “You were the one to teach me.”

“And I must be a bad teacher,” you admitted.

“You are an excellent teacher, let me prove it to you,” he offered, taking up a section of your hair and combing through it with the small bone comb you had sitting by your side.

“Fine,” you relented, “But you’re on laundry duty if it is bad,”

“I’m already on laundry duty,” he lilted and you rolled your eyes. He had taken nearly every chore possible out of your hands as soon as Mo’at confirmed the pregnancy. You were lucky that his Olo’eyktan duties took up so much of his day because he would have probably not let you out of bed if he was not so busy.

As his fingers tightly wound each section into braids, your eyes drifted closed at the sensation. As a mother, you were always so busy taking care of everyone else, but Jake never let you go long without doing something for you. Even if it was just distracting the kids for an hour so you could breathe, he always made sure you had space to be your own person too. You hoped you did the same for him, you always tried your best.

“Are you nervous this time?” he asked quietly, not wanting to disrupt the silence too much. It was precious to you both.

You knew what he was speaking of. You had been so scared of birthing Lo’ak after the trauma of Neteyam’s arrival. Neytiri had been so strong and surefooted, if she couldn't survive it, what hope was there for you? You had thrown up repeatedly in the days leading up to going into labor and it had nothing to do with the physical toil of pregnancy. 

Neytiri’s eyes and last breaths were still stuck in your mind years later. You were terrified of something going wrong.

You had refused to give birth in the metal can that was Norm’s lab, but you had requested that Max and the other scientists with medical training be there in case something happened. It was a rocky seven hours of labor, the pain excruciating and seemingly neverending. 

Jake had held your hand through all of it, never leaving your side once. You knew he was deeply scared from what had happened with his first mate, he had told you as much, but even the blind could see it. He had fretted over every move you made for months leading up to the birth. He had refused to leave your side and forced you to go have checkups with Max every few days in the weeks prior.

“Yes,” you admitted and it felt like a bruise being poked. 

“Me too,” he agreed, “I know that what happened to her wasn't in my control, and if Eywa decided to take her, it was her time. But even all these years later I still feel so… so heavy about it. Like if I had just been there… maybe…” he trailed off and your heart sank.

“No Ma’Jake,” you denied, “I was there, and I can tell you for certain there was nothing anyone could have done. What happened is in the past. We cannot change it however much we wish to, so we can not dwell on what we did or did not do.” You affirmed, feeling the gentle tug on your scalp as he tied off a braid.

“You did not know she was so close to giving birth, or you would have never left. We all know that, you are not to blame,” you continued, hoping your words were a comfort.

“I know, I’m just terrified that something will go wrong again. I can’t lose you, I can’t go through losing my mate again,” he muttered and even without seeing his face, you knew he had started crying.

You turned toward him, reaching your arms around his neck and pulling him to you. His grip fell away from the braid he was working on and found your body instead, wrapping his arms around your torso as he buried his face in your neck.

“I will be okay. I am not going anywhere, Yawnetu,” you whispered to him.

“This baby is a blessing,” he murmured, as if reminding himself.

“This family is our fortress, Jake. We are only making it stronger,” you added as you pulled away to wipe the tears from his eyes with your thumbs. He nodded, eyes closed as you framed his face in your hands.

“I see you, Jake,” you said, tears threatening to fall on your own face, “You are not alone.”

His golden eyes opened to you, “I see you, baby. I love you.”

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[starneteyam]

CRY ★

🖇️ char. Neteyam x Omaticayan! Fem! Reader

🖇️ warn. None, but Neteyam’s a little mean :(

🎥 Neteyam makes you cry during a fight, and instantly regrets it. That’s it. That’s the whole story.

A/N He comes off a little manipulative in this but TRUST he’s not

𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

FIGHTS WITH NETEYAM were rare. They barely happened. Since the day you had met him, you a were convinced that you were joined together by Eywa. Truly, you believed that in your soul.

He understood what you were thinking without you having to voice it, and there were strange moments where you would have whole conversations just through the eyes. It was like your hearts were synced to one another’s.

And because of this, fights were rare. But still, there were days when mild annoyance turned into anger, and anger turned into words that were said with the intent to harm.

Today was one of those days.

Neteyam had already been having a bad day. Ao’nung had been spewing subtle mean comments towards him and his siblings, he had gotten thrown off his Ilu three times now, and Loak had gotten himself into trouble again, which meant that Neteyam would also get a lecture from Jake as well.

His body was buzzing with irritation, tail accidentally knocking things over in the hut. You had followed after him, knowing that your duty as his mate was to stay by his side at times of hardship.

Neteyam was crouched down, elbows on his knees and head hanging low. You frowned, your heart squeezing and wishing you could take this irritation and make it disappear for him.

“Ma Neteyam.” You softly sighed, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder from behind. You hadn’t expected him to abruptly get up, turning and looking at your with eyes of fury. “What, (Name)? What? What now?” He huffed, the wounds of the words of his father still fresh.

You felt as if you had stepped on a land mine, standing still as you looked at him with wide eyes. Your ears were flat against your head, surprised at his anger, at first. But that surprise quickly morphed into annoyance. He was not about to direct his anger towards you.

“I’ve heard it a hundred times. ‘You should listen to your father more’, ‘Lo’ak is just not mature yet’.” He mocked, causing your brows to furrow. “I was just trying to help, Neteyam.” You huffed, frowning. He scoffed, tail flinging wildly.

“And how were you going to do that? Tell me. Go on.” His arms were crossed across his chest, and he shifted his weight onto one leg. You opened your mouth, but the words were stuck onto your tongue like honey. Your mind was in a maze, not sure what he was so mad at anymore.

Was he mad at you? For what?

“Tell me!” He repeated, raising his voice this time. A small gasp left your mouth. He had never yelled at you before. The anger and annoyance that was frying inside of you disappeared and hurt filled that new void.

“You always take my father’s side, and always defend my brother! You don’t even care about how I feel!” His breaths were rough and heavy, obviously distressed. But still, his words were like knives. ‘That’s not true’, you wanted to say, but your words were stuck in your throat in the form of a lump.

“Ma Netey-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” He cut you off, and you found your eyes watering. He was… he was just mad and frustrated. He didn’t mean these things. Deep down, in your heart, you knew that. And still, your mind didn’t know it. The words were oddly confronting, like a chisel that was breaking away the rock around your insecurities that you had buried inside.

You could see the words on the tip of his tongue, and you prayed to Eywa that he wouldn’t say it. Even if he didn’t mean it, you didn’t want him to say it. But Neteyam’s mind was clouded with rage and deep frustration, that the words he hadn’t meant slipped out.

“You are not fit to be my mate.”

The words were like the edges of shattered glass pricking your skin, your chest hurting from the pain of the words. You stepped back, as if it had physically hurt you. A sob had left your mouth, and a hand flew up to cover it.

It was then that the cloud of red finally faded. The sob was like a slap to his face, and he hadn’t realized what he said until it was too late. Your cheeks were wet, and you couldn’t stand looking at him.

You covered your face with both hands, muffling your sobs into your palms.

Neteyam’s shoulders lowered, and his mouth parted open, like he couldn’t believe he had said what he had said. “No, I- I did not mean that.” He breathed slowly, but when you hadn’t moved, when you hadn’t stopped crying, he felt more desperate.

“I’m sorry. Oh, Ma (Name), I’m sorry. Please, forgive me.” He stepped forward, immediately cradling your face in his hands. Your hands lowered to his wrists, to try to pull them away, but when his thumbs started swiping at your tears, you couldn’t find the strength to push him away.

You damned your heart for being so in love with him, for needing his comfort despite the fact that he was the one who made you this way. “I see you, Ma (Name). And- And I will spend the rest of my life proving that you are more than worthy to be my mate.” He huffed, and you could hear the desperation in his voice.

“I don’t deserve you, and Eywa knows that. Please, forgive me, (Name). I did not mean it. I was just- I was just mad and frustrated and- And it does not make it okay but please know I did not- I would never-” He rambled, stumbling over his words.

Your crying had calmed down, only occasional sniffles and stray tears falling, but your eyes were still closed, finding comfort in the darkness.

“Please, look at me.” He begged, whispering the words like a prayer to Eywa. Your eyes fluttered open, hesitating to look into his eyes, but when you finally met them, you could see that the words hurt him more than they hurt you.

He hated himself for saying it, and you could feel it in the way he held your face like it was the most delicate flower. You could see it, in the way his eyes searched your expression for any hint of what you might’ve been thinking.

His shoulders relaxed in just the slightest when your eyes met his. He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your cheek, and then finally, pressed a deep, loving one to your lips. It was soft and held meaning.

When he pulled away, he placed his forehead on yours, an intimate and deep gesture of an apology, one that was rare and not often done unless you were begging for forgiveness, not only from the person you were apologizing to, but from Eywa herself.

“Neteyam.” You finally spoke, voice hoarse and quiet. Your hands took his that were on yours face, bring them down and holding them. “You better keep your word. About spending the rest of your life proving that what you said- That it was a lie.” Your eyes averted to the side, just thinking about the words clenching your heart.

There was a silent sigh of relief from your mate, hands holding yours tightly as if you would slip away if he didn’t. “I promise, Ma (Name). I see you.” He whispered the last part, closing his eyes and placing his forehead against yours once more.

You closed your eyes, accepting his apology by pressing back. “I see you.”

[projectavtr]

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