#eytukan

[kalintu]

A reminder to all the Spider haters: you see him here literally being accepted by the ancestors. If Eytukan and Tsu'tey can accept him, why can't you?

[moonchildxoxx]

Tsu’tey x avatar

Jakes younger sister, who was sent to Graces school to learn alongside the other clan children, had been the youngest of the avatar drivers However, after the horrific attack, the girl ran away scared of what the RDA was capable of. since she was still considered a child, the clan took her in. To Jake's horror, he was told that his sister had passed away but he eventually learned that she was alive and living a life within the clan as Tsu'tey's mate ? Please 🙏

An: sorry for missing 3 updates was busy working on this one just wasn’t happy with it

Tsu'tey x Reader (Jake’s Sister)

The Child of Two Worlds

You arrived on Pandora like a ghost, too quiet for your age, too burdened for someone barely thirteen.

The brass back at the RDA had only allowed it because they preyed on the weak. You had lost your parents. Your brothers, both almost 18, had options. Jake was heading into the military, and Tommy had been offered a full ride to university paid by the RDA as long as he worked for them. But you were looking at foster care, and there was no way your brothers were going to let you be placed in the system where it wasn't uncommon for teens to “runaway.” so they offered tommy a deal let them use you as sorts of test dummy to see how a younger body would do as an avatar driver and they’d bring you to pandora ahead and you could stay with him there. And you? You were sent ahead. Alone.

Grace Augustine was never sentimental. You had expected a team. A guide. Maybe someone to hold your hand on this new alien moon. But there was no comfort. No mission briefing.

Just a borrowed body and a voice in your ear saying, “Don’t screw this up.”

Your avatar's body was smaller than most. Younger, even in Na’vi form. Shorter than Neytiri, slimmer than the others your age in training. Your limbs moved like a fawn’s first steps. The tail? A nightmare. You tripped over it for days.

But you tried.

Grace’s goal was simple. “We’ll start with school integration. A soft presence. A child among children.”

In theory, it made sense. In practice, it meant you spent hours mimicking the language of curious Na’vi children while older hunters stared at you with suspicion. A dreamwalker with baby skin, fumbling limbs and soft-spoken apologies.

Neytiri found you first, deep in the jungle, chasing an atokirina like it held the answers to your place in the world.

It floated just out of reach, and you stumbled after it, wide-eyed.

She emerged from the shadows like a spirit.

“What you doing here, dreamwalker?”

You froze, hands halfway to the glowing seed. “II was following it.”

Her golden eyes scanned you, curious but wary.

“This forest is not your toy.”

“I know,” you whispered. “But… Pandora is beautiful.”

Something shifted in her face thensomething fragile and flickering. A thread pulled taut, waiting to break.

And then she laughedjust once.

“You are strange.”

From that day on, Neytiri stayed close. She taught you how to walk with your toes first, how to listen with your whole body. You were a student of the forest, but also a student of her.

And through Neytiri, you met Sylwanin and Tsu'tey .

Bright as flame, Sylwanin was wild and full of laughter. She pulled you into the clan like a whirlwindteaching you to ride pa’li, to climb the Hometree like it was your birthright.

then there was Tsu'tey.

You had admired him from afar-strong, serious, noble.

He was promised to Sylwanin, and you respected that. Still, he'd sometimes join you in hunts or offer dry commentary when you fumbled in training. A small, hesitant friendship formed.

In just under a year, you were fluent in the language, adept with a bow, and well on your way to being accepted by the People.

But peace is

Months passed. You grew taller. More confident. Your accent softened. You began to blendnot vanish, but belong.

The children called you sister.

Neytiri painted your face for the first time in red clay and said, “You are learning.”

You began dreaming in Na’vi.

You began to forget the shape of your real hands.

And thenwithout warning everything burned.

peace is fragile. And fate is cruel.

Sylwanin and a few others, in an act of desperation, attacked an RDA bulldozer.

The humans retaliated mercilessly-guns, fire, screaming. You barely escaped with the younger children, dragging Sylwanin's broken body behind you, sobbing and praying for a miracle that would never come.

You dragged her behind you, sobbing. The children wailed.

By the time you returned to Hometree, your arms were slick with blood.

Mo’at’s cries shattered the air like glass. Neytiri collapsed, her scream muffled in Tsu'tey’s shoulder. Eytukan roared.

And you… you dropped to your knees.

“Kill me,” you begged. “I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know.” A life for a life.

Tsu'tey looked at you then, eyes dark with grief.

“You walk with the sky people. You wear their face.”

But Neytiri stepped in front of you. So did the children.

“She saved us,” said one. “She ran.”

Mo’at’s voice cut through the silence.

“You are child,” she said at last. “You did not carry the gun.but You carry the guilt.”

You stayed.

Not as a guest.

Not yet as family.

But as a soul seeking redemption.

The days after Sylwanin’s death passed in silence and smoke.

You were allowed to stay, but no one truly looked at you.

Except the children. They brought you berries. They sat close to you at the fire, even when the adults scowled.

It was Neytiri who kept you grounded. She didn’t speak much. But she would find you each morning, nod once, and then disappear into the treesexpecting you to follow. And you always did.

The forest was the only place that didn’t hate you.

One day, as you climbed a tall root bridge near the river, you slipped. The branch cracked under your foot, and you would’ve fallenten, maybe fifteen feetif someone hadn’t caught your wrist.

Tsu'tey.

He said nothing as he steadied you.

You tried to meet his eyes, but he was already walking away.

“I don’t belong here,” you muttered under your breath.

He stopped.

“You think you are the only one who has lost?” His voice was cold. “You think you are the only one who bleeds inside?”

You said nothing. Because you didn’t know how to carry his painor your own.

He walked away again. Slower, this time.

But he didn’t leave you behind.

Something changed after that.

He began to speak to you more oftenbrief words, clipped sentences, nothing flowery. But it was more than silence. And that, to you, was enough.

Sometimes, on hunts, he would motion for you to lead. Sometimes, during training, he would press your hand into the correct grip, hold it too long, then release it as if burned.

And when you laughedreally laughedduring a failed attempt to catch a leaping yerik, he didn’t scold you.

He smiled.

Just once.

But it was the first time he had smiled since Sylwanin.

You tried not to hope.

He had loved someone else. Someone irreplaceable.

You had come from the stars. You were a stranger wearing a second skin. A symbol of everything that had burned her down.

Still, some nights, he would sit beside you near the fire. And you would talk of nothingbirds, bugs, bad tracking daysand it would feel like breathing again.

The day you made your bow, Neytiri beamed. Even Tsu'tey-still hollowed by loss-gave a quiet nod.

"You have done well," he said.

"I don't feel like I have," you whispered.

He looked at you for a long moment.

"It keeps me up at night too. But you are not to blame.

Your connection deepened slowly. You laughed again. You healed. And he began to smile, only for you.One evening, as Neytiri painted you before your ceremony to be fully welcomed among the People, Tsu'tey's fingers lingered on your lips. He stared too long.

You stared back. No words passed, but something changed.

"You are Omaticaya now," he said.

You nearly cried.

You didn't return to your human body that night. Not the next, either. With Tsu'tey and Mo'at's help-and Eywa's blessing-you transferred permanently.

The RDA believed your avatar had died. Grace mourned you quietly, bitterly.

Tommy nor Jake was never told the truth.

You and Tsu'tey mated beneath the Tree of Souls. Months later, you bore a son. You named him Akari.

He had his father’s solemn eyes. Your quietness. He barely cried. His tiny fingers curled tightly around your thumb as if he had known you before this life.

You held him against your chest and whispered promises into his hair.

“I’ll never let you burn,” you said.

And for a time, there was peace.

Until a sky-born child stumbled into the forest.

Until Jake Sullyyour brotherfell from the stars.

You saw him from afar on a hunt with Neytiri. He was awkward, confused. A baby in a borrowed body. Your heart seized. You hadn't seen an Avatar in two years.

When the viperwolves descended on him, you and Neytiri saved him swiftly. He stared up at you, awed. "Don't thank," Neytiri snapped. "This is not a gift. It is sad."

And then he turned to you. Recognition hit like lightning.

10

"Y/N? No.. that can't be. You're dead."

"Jake?" you whispered. "They said you were coming. But... how are you here?"

His voice cracked.

"Grace said you-your mask-she saw you die!"

You couldn't speak. Couldn't explain. Neytiri pulled you away, muttering about omens. But as the atokirina floated down toward Jake and he swatted at it,you shouted.

"Kehe! Don't!"

"Atokirina!" Neytiri hissed, grabbing his arm. "it is a sign!"

You and Neytiri locked eyes.

"Lolu aungia," she whispered. This is a sign.

You didn’t speak to Jake again that day.

Later, under the roots of Hometree, you sat with Tsu'tey. Akari slept between you, curled like a leaf.

“He’s not what I expected,” Tsu'tey said quietly. “Your brother. He moves like a baby.”

“He is a baby in this world,” you said. “Like I was.”

Tsu'tey nodded, then looked away.

“I do not like him.”

You sighed, brushing your son’s forehead.

“Jake was a marine,” you told Tsu'tey. “He came here armed. I don’t know why. And I’m afraid of what it means.”

Tsu'tey’s hand moved to your bellyyour second child, not yet born, stirred beneath the surface.

“You are my mate,” he said. “My heart beats for this family. I will protect it.”

“I know.”

“I will protect you.”

And you believed him.

You leaned your head against his shoulder.

In time, Jake learned the truth.

Grace returned to the clan and wept when she saw you alive. Tsu'tey welcomed her with respect. Your son curled quietly in your arms as Grace asked question after question.

“His name?” she asked, smiling down at the boy.

You looked at Tsu'tey, who stood nearby, tall and silent, watchful.

“Akari te Rongloa Tsu'tey’itan,” you said proudly. “Our little warrior.”

She hugged you then, overwhelmed.

“You’re… really happy, aren’t you?”

“I’m finally where I belong.”

But still, that shadow lingered.

Jake.

Jake stayed.

That was the problem.

At first, it was simple. He needed training. He needed language. Mo’at, perhaps moved by the atokirina, permitted him to stay. And Neytirireluctantlyagreed to teach him.

But it was you he watched. Not Neytiri. Not Grace.

You.

“You left everything,” he said once, as you washed Akari in the shallow stream behind the village. “Your life. Your body. Your family.”

“I didn’t leave,” you said softly. “I found where I belong.”

“You don’t miss it? Earth?”

You looked at your sonhis pale eyes blinking up at you, his tiny mouth shaped like Tsu'tey’sand said nothing.

Because missing something didn’t mean you wanted it back.

Jake meant well. But his questions never stopped.

“Did they force you to stay?”

“No.”

“Did you really… mate with one of them?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re happy?”

You clenched your jaw.

“Jake. Stop.”

He paused, staring at the glow-worms that lit the bark around you.

“I just don’t get it.”

You shook your head.

“No. You don’t.

"I'm still scared," you admitted. "Scared you'll take me back. That the RDA will come again. That my children-*

Jake stepped forward and pulled you into a hug, forehead resting against yours like you used to do as kids.

"You don't have to explain."

"But I do," you said. "I abandoned everything. You. Grace. The mission. I should have stayed, should have fought-"

"You were a kid," Jake interrupted. "They sent you here with a fantasy and no plan. You didn't abandon anything. You survived. And somehow... you made this."

He looked at your kid."No one's taking you Not while I breathe "

As the weeks passed, the clan accepted him slowly. Neytiri softened. The warriors trained with him. Tsu'tey watched from a distance, always silent.

You saw the resentment in his shoulders.

The way his grip tightened on his knife when Jake laughed too loudly. Or stood too close to Neytiri.

Once, you caught him staring at your brother as if calculating every weak spot in his armor.

“He’s trying,” you said carefully one night as you sat in the trees, watching the stars flicker above the canopy.

“So was I,” Tsu'tey said. “Before your people burned my life to ash.”

You didn’t respond.

There was nothing to say that would make it better.

One morning, Tsu'tey returned from his solo hunt pale and shaking.

He’d seen a digger. A bulldozer, carving its way toward sacred trees. The same kind of machine that had sparked Sylwanin’s death.

“It was just sitting there,” he said, breathless. “Just… chewing through everything.”

That night, you couldn’t sleep.

You sat beneath the roots of Hometree, your second child turning restlessly inside you. The air tasted like smoke, though no fire yet touched the leaves.

Tsu'tey found you there.

“You feel it too?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“It is coming.”

You didn’t ask what he meant.

You already knew.

When the humans struck again, destroying the tree of voices, it was Tsu'tey who rallied the warriors first.

His voice rose like wind through bone.

You stood beside him, your bow in hand, your belly heavy with your second child.

Mo’at looked at you.

“You still believe in peace?” she asked.

“I believe in protecting what we love.”

“And your brother?”

You didn’t answer.

Jake returned from Hell’s Gate hours later, face dark, voice hollow.

“They’re coming,” he said. “In full force. If you don’t move, they’ll bring down the Hometree.”

The silence that followed was crushing.

Tsu'tey stepped forward, seething.

“You lied.”

“I didn’t know”

“You lied!” Tsu'tey shouted, stepping toward him. “You walked among us. Ate our food. Slept in our forest. And all the while, you fed them everything they needed to kill us!”

Jake bowed his head. “I’m sorry.”

Tsu'tey raised his blade.

You stepped between them.

“Enough.”

Your voice cracked like thunder.

Tsu'tey lowered his blade.

But he didn’t forgive.

Not yet.

When the RDA unleashed their fire on Hometree, you watched it fall.

The sound was unbearablelike a scream torn from the world itself. Trees taller than skyscrapers crashed into the dirt. Flame swallowed bark, and leaves glowed red before vanishing.

You saw Eytukan fall in the chaos.

You saw children pulled from the rubble.

You saw Tsu'tey dive into the smoke. And then… silence.

You ran toward the wreckage, lungs burning.

“Tsu'tey!” you screamed, over and over.

And finally,finally he emerged. Covered in soot. Limping. Blood on his shoulder. But alive.

You collapsed into him, sobbing.

“I thoughtI thought I lost you”

He pulled you close.

“We do not fall,” he said. “We fight.”

The battle was not won that day.

But it began.

[nattikay]

Face stripes for my OCs, as well as a selection of canon characters.

Note regarding the canon character section: the patterns may not be 100% perfectly accurate to the ones on the photorealistic-style characters; I made this partly because comparing patterns is fun but also partly as a personal "quick ref" to use with my own art, so a lot of the patterns been adjusted for my style to some degree or other (in fact, I might make an even further simplified version of Tuk in particular - of all the members of the Sully family, she's the one I've drawn the least and the one I've had the most difficulty finding clear references for, so I haven't quite settled the essence of her pattern yet 😅).

Also have some family tree versions under the cut, because that is interesting to me:

[aniutqa-avatar]

Everyone is equal

Another important detail, which also doesn’t seem to be discussed in the Avatar fandom (at least I haven’t come across it so far), is the physical equality of humans and Na’vi in the spiritual world shows in Avatar Fire and Ash.

This can already be seen in the scene where Spider and Tuk help Kiri reach Eywa – Spider is much bigger. It’s even more visible at the end, where Grace is equal in size to the other Na’vi, Spider is as well, and Kiri is physically smaller than her human mother.

If you have ever explored Christian spirituality, you know that God tells us that in Heaven, after death, people are equal. Many blesseds have mentioned that there were no differences even in skin color, which I find fascinating.

It’s a beautiful detail Cameron wanted to show, that at our core, we are equal and beyond all differences in race or any other kind in the spiritual world – to God you will always be a child.

We are all equal!

[nanathecannibal]

Solving some VERY common misconceptions about the avatar movies that the fandom keeps mixing up

ATWOW AND AFAA SPOILERS !

Ok first let's start easy!

Tuk also known as tuktirey is a girl. I'm guessing some people think she's a boy because she's topless most of the time, but that's just because she's still a child

Tsu'tey isn't Neytiri's brother nor was he in love with her. Tsu'tey was the next in line to be Olo'eyktan and Neytiri beacame tsakarem (Tsa'hik in training) after her older sister Sylwanin died. We never saw it happen but Grace talks about it in a extended scene in the first movie. She was shot by the sky people. Sylwanin and Tsu'tey were supposed to become a mated pair and lead the Omoticaya people as Olo'eyktan and Tsa'hik and although it was arranged they were actually in love with each other (you can see more about it in "Tsu'tey's path" a small comic about Tsu'tey's story)

Roxto isn't Ao'ung's and Tsireya's brother. He's their childhood friend and ao's best friend. Also he wasn't adopted by their family either. His parents are alive, they're fishermen if I'm not mistaken.

Tarsem isn't Tsu'tey's lilttle brother. He's just a Na'vi wise for his years that took Jake's place as Olo'eyktan when he left. Tsu'tey's lilttle brother is Avrok which was thrown out of the clan for attempting to kill Jake by poisoning him.

Although it's common, the Tsa'hik and Olo'eyktan of a clan don't have to be mated. Mo'at has been Tsa'hik for so long after Eytukan (her mate and former Olo'eyktan) died.

An Olo'eyktan doesn't have to die for a new one to take his place. I've seen people say that since Ao will probably be Olo'eyktan in the 4th movie that means Tonowari is dead but that's just not true. We literally saw Tarsem taking Jake's place and Jake's still alive lol. The Olo'eyktan doesn't have to die or leave for a new one to take it's place. Honestly same with the Tsa'hik but I've just seen more confusion about Olo'eyktans lol

Bonding with a tulkun isn't exactly the same as bonding with an ikran. They're both for life but once a tulkun dies it cannot be replaced, it's literally like a family relative whereas if a rider looses their ikran they can easily form a new bond.

The connection of two queues isn't necessarily mating, it's a neurological connection -seeing the memories, fears and strengths of another- which is how Varang is able to torture others mentally without mating with them. Kiri is literally able to give her a taste of her medicine in the end of the movie. Actually if I'm not wrong her and Quaritch are technically mated but instead of using the traditional method she cut him tasting his blood instead, that's her way of seeing his soul.

Eywa isn't like human religions and faith, well technically I wouldn't call it a religion she's literally an organism that gives life to Pandora. An electromagnetic field of sorts. Without Eywa there's no Pandora and vice versa. The Mangkwan are aware of her existence but choose to not believe in her power.

[stormbornphoenix]

they mean SO much to me you guys don’t understand

[beautyofattolia]

[cheesesticks6769]

Beside you

I'm deciding if I like this one or not to make it a series. I apologise for any plot holes and inaccuracies and a lwk ooc Neteyam

in which Neteyam finds companionship with a certain Na'vi whilst navigating his new life in the spirit world.

F!Omatikaya reader x Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

At first, adjusting to the spirit world seemed easy, the Na'vi there had welcomed Neteyam warmly with open arms, especially the ones who had known his parents well when they were alive. He met Tsu'tey, a formidable warrior who his father had spoken highly of, and his grandfather Eytukan whom his mother cherished dearly. Both of them had provided Neteyam with the support he needed, helping him adjust and introducing him to everyone, however as the day went on he couldn't shake off the impending feeling of loneliness that had been slowly accumulating. His siblings nor his parents were with him and the concept of being dead felt unusual to him, he couldn't even remember how he died in the first place.

Which is why Neteyam had taken to skies, flying on his ikran to gain some sort of sense of familiarity but even that proved to be difficult as the terrain in the spirit world was different compared to his forest home. The gaps between cliffs were much narrower and the gusts of wind were much stronger than he was used to. The unexpected change had caught him off guard, his mind frazzled and unfocused, disturbing the flight of his ikran who ended up crashing into a nearby cliff.

As he tumbled into the trees below, he couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness. He closed his eyes not even bothering to panic as he crashed into a pile of leaves with a loud thud, his limbs ached and were littered with cuts which he gained from various branches upon his fall. He wanted to cry, desperately wishing that he was with his siblings back in Awa'atlu, or even be subjected to one of his father's lectures. Anything was better than being here. Alone.

He opened his eyes only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face hovering over him. A girl. Soft curls, which fell over him like curtains, framed her face neatly, her wide, curious eyes scanned over him slowly as her delicate lips formed into a wide grin. She was so pretty he couldn't help but blush at the proximity of their faces. As if realising she was too close, she stood up.

"You're awake! I was beginning to worry," she smiled, reaching out to him with her hand. He took it without hesitation. His gaze naturally drifted to her long, slender fingers. It was then he realised she had four fingers. She seemed to notice his stare.

"Oh! My mother was an avatar," she explained, raising their locked hands and intertwining their fingers, heat rose to his cheeks as she did so.

She giggled, "Half human like you."

"So you know who I am," he responded slowly, breaking out of his thoughts.

"Yep! My uncle keeps going on about you!"

"Your uncle-"

"Let's get you treated you're covered in bruises and cuts you must be in pain," she interjected, dragging him by the hand through the forest. He hummed in response, deciding not to complain and instead admire her back as he followed her wordlessly, listening to her chat away. Long, blue stripes, much like his own, trailed down her back and gathered at her hips, where her tail swished back and forth enthusiastically. Her sudden pause, snapped him out of his trance. She turned to face him.

"I forgot to introduce myself my name is Y/N, it's nice to finally meet you Neteyam," she grinned, squeezing his hand.

"It's nice to meet you too," he smiled warmly.

They continued walking through the forest until they reached her kelku, she sat him down on her rug as she rummaged through a box of herbs. She then sat across from him looking deeply into his eyes.

"This might hurt, I'm not the best at being gentle," she warned.

"It's okay," he assured, holding her gaze.

"Are you sure? This is your last chance to back out," she warned again, grabbing his arm and tugging it forward towards her.

"I'm sure," he said.

He bit his tongue, preventing a hiss from escaping his lips as she placed ointment on the cuts littering his arms, her grip on them strong and unyielding. Instead of focusing on his pain, he stared at the luminescent freckles mapping her cheeks and decided to count every single one. He was so absorbed in his counting, he didn't even notice that she had finished tending to his wounds and let his arms go.

"There we go, all sorted," she said, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion when she realised he was distracted, "Are you okay Neteyam?"

At the sound of his name escaping her lips, he looked up at her, meeting her worried gaze. A warm feeling blossomed in his chest at her concern, he realised he had forgotten all about his homesickness since he met her, feeling oddly comforted in her presence.

"Thank you," he smiled warmly, his tail swishing lazily behind him.

Her breath hitched for a moment, before she took both of his hands in hers.

"You're really pretty you know that?"

The sudden compliment caught him off guard, his lips parted to speak but he found himself unable to form a coherent sentence. She giggled and stood up, offering him her hand which he took unconsciously.

"Come on, let's go sevin," she teased, dragging him outside, his mind went blank at the nickname, "I think it's time for dinner anyways."

They sat next to each other around the fire, eating in silence. For the first time in a long while Neteyam didn't know what to do, he wanted to talk to her more but he couldn't think of anything to say. A familiar voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"I see you have met my niece," Tsu'tey said, approaching the two of them, ruffling Y/N's hair fondly. For a moment, he envied the Na'vi girl for having someone she could turn to here, but he quickly shook the thought off.

Y/N groaned in annoyance, prying her uncle's hands off her hair.

"Ugh stop that you're embarrassing me," she complained, rolling her eyes, "Anyways I was busy thinking we should hold a welcoming party for Neteyam you know take the time to introduce him to everyone properly, he must be feeling lonely after all."

Neteyam's eyes widened, so that was why she was so uncharacteristically quiet.

"How considerate of you," her uncle teased. She pushed him away playfully.

"Of course I'm planning the whole thing after all," she said, puffing her chest out proudly, before turning around, "What do you think gramps?"

Neteyam and Tsu'tey flinched in surprise, not noticing that Eytukan had been listening in on their conversation the whole time.

He smiled warmly, "I think that is a great idea 'evi."

That night, Y/N insisted that Neteyam stayed in her kelku much to Tsu'tey's dismay. He tried to stop his strong-willed niece but Eytukan prevented him from doing so (perhaps wanting to see how this dynamic would play out).

"She needs more friends her age," he insisted.

And that's how Neteyam found himself, sleeping in the hammock next to her own. He felt nervous he had never slept in the same space with a girl his age.

"Do you always do this?" he asked, watching her struggle to brush out a knot in her hair.

"Do what?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in annoyance at her tangled hair. He sighed, before approaching her.

"May I?" he asked, gently prying the brush out of her hands. She nodded in response and he brushed her hair, slowly removing the tangles and knots.

"Let strangers sleep in your kelku," he continued. She hummed, tilting her head back into his arms.

"Nope just you," she replied, his heart raced at her words, "Now my question, do you always do this?"

He chuckled, "Sometimes I comb my little sister's hair."

"You have a sister?" she asked curiously.

"Two," he said, putting the brush down, "Kiri is slightly younger than me and Tuk's the youngest. She can be such a pain sometimes- oh and there's Lo'ak he's my only brother he's even more of a pain he always gets himself into trouble-"

He realised he had been rambling about his siblings for a while, he couldn't help it though he missed them terribly.

"Sorry," he murmured sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"No it's okay... I like hearing you talk," she smiled softly, shaking her head. His cheeks flushed a deep purple at her words.

"I- I'm going to sleep. Goodnight," he stuttered, turning away.

She chuckled, "Goodnight Neteyam."

The next morning Neteyam woke up alone, realising Y/N had woken up before him. When he left the kelku and sat with his grandfather, she wasn't there either. Eytukan explained that she had gone out hunting with Tsu'tey and the two wouldn't be back for a while. So, he spent most of the day bonding with Eytukan, repairing various weapons.

As he repaired a bow his grandfather gave him, he couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness. Even though they had only met yesterday he already missed Y/N. Her presence eased his feelings of homesickness and he liked having someone his age to talk to. He found himself counting the hours they had been apart, longing to even get a glimpse of her face again. He felt embarrassed that he had gotten attached so quickly.

Eytukan, who had been observing his grandson's behaviour chuckled, "It's nearly time for the party you should start getting ready."

He nodded, getting up and wordlessly entering their kelku. He shook his head realising that again he was getting ahead of himself. For a while, he sat down deep in thought in the comfort of Y/N's home, thinking about his old home, his family and friends.

He recognised her footsteps before he saw her, as she entered the kelku.

She chatted away excitedly to him about her day, but he wasn't even listening, still processing the fact that she was here. She was back.

She frowned, "You're still not ready yet!"

He teased, "What can I do? I'm already helpless without you."

He didn’t know why he was feeling so bold all of a sudden, perhaps the time he spent without her had made him go crazy. She rolled her eyes playfully, as she carefully applied paint on his body. He couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh as her fingers brushed against his arms and upwards to his shoulders. As she leaned in, smearing his cheeks with paint, he admired the flutter of her long lashes and her bright, gold eyes. His tail curled around her thigh unconsciously, and his arms wrapped around her waist lazily, pulling her closer much to her surprise.

She let out a squeak, one of her stained hands placing itself firmly on his chest to brace herself.

"Neteyam!" she scowled, but it quickly faded once she met his sincere gaze.

"Will you be there with me the whole time?" he asked worriedly, today he realised that he didn’t want to be away from her for long. She gave him a reassuring smile in response.

"Of course!"

He gripped her waist tightly, pulling her even more closer until she hovered over his lap their foreheads brushing. She let out a scandalised gasp.

"Neteyam!"

"Sorry paskalin couldn't help myself," he smirked, relishing in the deep shade of purple that dyed her cheeks.

She cleared her throat pushing herself off him, before turning away.

"I'm going to get ready."

She didn't even bother waiting for his response and rushed out of the kelku. He chuckled at her cute actions, before standing up and stretching. He looked at the place where she had placed her purple stained hand earlier. A firm four-fingered hand print marked the centre of his chest.

He smirked. Perhaps he wouldn’t be so lonely after all.