I was wondering if you could do Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes one shot where Mae and Noa are sitting by a fire in a cave, like you know how some movies do like silhouette scenes where the light shines on them but you can only see their silhouettes and they're talking very softly I'm not really sure you can come up with something maybe it's something serious or like something touching or heartwarming. But I always imagine they would be tired and like exhausted or something or emotionally or physically but they're like getting closer to each other I mean they're Bond or something which eventually mae fall asleep on him and he feels all awkward X3
Okay, I'm being so serious right now what I say that I LOVE THIS REQUEST!! So frickin' wholesome and cute. I'm usually one to go into serious and darker content, but I couldn't miss the opportunity to write some fluff. I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope you have just as much fun reading the finished product :) :)
Signs of Constant (Noa/Mae)
Synopsis: A quiet night by the fire leads to sharing the beauties of two different world.
(This story is unedited. Edits will be conducted at a later date).
In the serene warmth of the fire in front of him, Noa observed Mae.
He studied her face like it was the last time he’d see it. And it very well could be; she’d been gone for two springs, off with who he assumed to be a group of intelligent ech- humans- so who knew how long she’d be gone for next time. When Anaya alerted him of her presence, Noa had felt this warm wave in his gut that pushed him to see her without a second thought.
Through the limited lighting of the dancing flames, Noa took in her every feature.
Noa could see a faint scar on the bottom right side of her chin, one that hadn’t been there the last time she was around. Her hair looked different too. Darker? No, it was just the night. It did look shorter, but only slightly. It was still in that lose braid he last saw her with.
Something that hadn’t changed, however, was her eyes. Even with hues of orange engulfing the small cave the two were huddled in, its raging colors were no match against the cerulean shade in her eyes. Even before the two were formally introduced he’d first noticed the striking color, a color that shood out against the earthy browns and greens of his clan. They somehow seemed to shine brighter on the night.
As if reading his mind, Mae blinked in his direction. She smirked slyly as Noa quickly looked down at his lap. “Gotcha,” she teased lightly.
Noa silently prayed his dark pelt could hide whatever heat was radiating off his face. He turned to look behind him, instead focusing on the massive silhouettes on the rocky backdrop. It was clear enough the height difference between the two, but the fire only made it more obvious- almost monstrous.
An ape and a human. Two different species, two different worlds. Different ways of life and how they think the world should work. And yet they were at peace with one another. It shouldn’t be possible, and yet here they were, sharing a fire.
Mae follows Noa’s field of sight. She watches the shadows behind them bounce across the rock wall. Noa side eyed her. A smile began creeping upon her face.
“My mom always did this when we had a fire,” Mae explained as eh shuffled herself to turn around, her back facing the fire. “You can tell stories with the fire.”
The put her hands up and together. She stacked her thumbs on top of each other and made a slight cup with her hands. She displayed it in front of the fire, and…
“It’s a bird,” Mae moved her hands in a fluid motion as if the creature was in flight. Noa couldn’t’ hide the amused chortle, only making the girl’s smirk grow into a toothy smile. Noa could feel a quickening sensation in his heart. Her eyes seemed to shine brighter through her smile- brighter than the flames in the pitch black night- because of her smile.
Mae changed her hands to form a new shape. This beast had a snout similar to that of a boar, but without jagged teeth or short, flappy ears- whereas this thing’s ears stood at attention. “It’s a dog.”
Noa gave her a confused glance. Mae put her hands down immediately after.
“The hands… are like sign.”
“I don’t know sign.”
Noa twisted his whole body to fully face Mae and she silently did the same. He put up one hand and took a deep breath before slowly twisting his fingers into different shapes. He’d tuck a finger into his parm or point to the side. He took a moment before moving onto each letter to let Mae absorb what she was seeing.
“Fire,” he whispered. Mae looked at her own hand. She glanced up at Noa’s hand and back down at hers before trying for herself. Noa watched the girl tale her time forming each character. When she’d make a mistake, he repeated the sign until she’d get it right.
Noa released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He softly smirked. There was so much to learn from one another. So much to teach as well, it seemed.
Mae looked outside past the fire. The only thing visible in the dead of night was the celestial body of stars. It was a constant in this rapidly changing world. Noa found reassurance that, no matter what happened, he could as least look up each night and find that the stars hadn’t left him.
Noa signed without looking away from the girl. “Stars,” he murmured. She followed quickly in suit and mirrored his gestured. “Stars,” she mimicked quietly.
The ape nodded in approval. He raised his hand one more time, this time spelling out each word as he shaped it.
He tucked his thumb between his pinkie and ring finger. “M.”
Made a fist but being sure to keep his thumb exposed. “A.”
Noa’s fingers touched each other tightly and sat atop his thumb.
Mae beat him to finish the word.
“E.”
The two watched one another carefully. The silence that once brought Noa comfort now made him feel awkward, almost uneasy. Whereas Noa would stare at Mae, it seemed that she was doing it to him- thinking to herself, forming possible judgments. What did she see that he couldn’t?
The intensity in her glare suddenly shifted and her she relaxed her shoulders. Mae squeezed her eyes shut and dipped her head. She stretched out her arms and yawned. Before Noa could register what was happening, Mae leaned closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder.
Noa stiffened like a board. He heard his breath and eyed the fragile girl (though she was far from fragile outside of the physical scene). The fire was beginning to die down. Even so, Mae still did not shiver against Noa’s body.
He waited a minute, two, ten before settling on the idea that she’d fallen asleep. He tilted his head to catch a glimpse of her peacefully slumbering form. The young ape felt truly honored to feel trusted with this precious girl’s life in such a vulnerable state.
Noa was just about to allow himself sleep when he heard a tiny voice against him:
Wow. This is it. This is the final installment to (what I wasn’t expecting to be a series) Tiny Hands. Thank you to the original requester (who submitted their request anonymous) for giving me my kickstart on this platform. Thank you to all of the readers for your funny comments that pushed me to continue writing. I cannot wait to show you what else I have in store. So (will a word count well over my expectations) I present to you TINY HANDS PART III
Tiny Hands (Neteyam x Fem! Human Reader) Part III
Synopsis: One life ends. Another begins.
(This story is unedited. Edits will be conducted at a later time).
Neteyam wakes in the middle of the night without Y/N at his side.
The first thing that hit him was confusion. He figured she had just scurried off to check her Avatar body (like it had just woken up and walked away, which of course wasn’t possible). Nothing to worry about. He mentally shrugged to himself, before snuggling deeper into the mattress and closing his eyes.
The next thing was fear. Neteyam’s ears perked up towards the bathroom door when he heard light sniffling on the other side. He sat up, giving himself a second to catch himself before he heard a quiet sob. Without even thinking, the boy leapt from his spot, tossing the blanket too small for his frame aside and almost slamming into the door. It was locked.
“Y/N?” He croaked, hating how weak his voice sounded. He knocked on the door a few times as he rested his head against the door. “Y/N, are you alright?”
The soft crying sounds stopped, but he got no answer. He knocked again. “Y/N?”
“I-I’m okay.”
Relief. He sighed, letting his forehead laze on the door. “Please, let me see you.”
Neteyam listened for the sound of her breathing. It sounded more like hiccups. She didn’t open the door for a few minutes, but when he heard the lock click, Neteyam wasted no time as he slammed the door opened, looking for his Y/N.
What he saw shattered his heart. Y/N was hovering over the sink, her hands covering her trembling lips that threatened to let out more sobs. Her eyebrows danced up and down as they scrunched together, tears staining her already deathly pale skin.
God, she looked terrible.
“Oh Y/N…” Neteyam stepped closer, kneeling down to her level and letting her collapse into him. She wrapped her bony arms around his broad shoulders, resting her head into the crook of his neck as she continued her bout of crying. Neteyam held the girl close, resting his head on top of hers as he sent her soothing shushes and back rubs. He tried to tell her the things she loved to hear- “It’s okay”, “Maway (BE CALM)”, “I’m right here”- the things that settled her down. But the frantic huffing did not stop.
Neteyam forced Y/N to pry her arms from around his neck, He cupped her face in his hands, brushing away the tears from her red cheeks. “Tell me. Tell me what is going on.”
Y/N shook her head, trying to hide her face with her hands, though Neteyam was quick to peel them away, squeezing them around his own. “Nete, I-I-I can’t do it.”
“Do what?”
Y/N waved her arms around her in a flustered frenzy. “This whole thing is just becoming too much. I-I can’t think straight.” She turned towards the mirror, cringing at the red puffy skin circling her glassy eyes. Neteyam stared at her reflection, noticing how even kneeling his forehead reached past the view of the glass. He studied the girl not even half his size here to him, the girl he promised to protect for as long as she had lived.
In this life, or another.
In this body, or another.
It no longer mattered to him.
Neteyam cleared his throat, watching Y/N wipe her nose. All this time, she’d been persistent about seeing this thing through and joining The People as full Na’vi. She never showed any sign of doubt or weakness, even throughout all of the needles and painful reactions to medications Neteyam could never pronounce correctly. But now, finally, after all this time, she allowed herself to share with her lover what he always knew was there.
“I can promise you she’s more scared than she lets on. She needs someone to be there for her.”
Neteyam rested his head on Y/N’s chest, her heartbeat settling, but only slightly. “What worries you? Why now?”
Y/N played with Neteyam’s hands, measuring the length from her wrist to the tip of their middle fingers. Neteyam grinned lightly at her childish toying. “You were right.”
“What do you mean?”
Y/N looked away from her reflection with a scowl. “People haven’t come back in the past. I’m just worried that’ll happen to me too.”
Neteyam sighed heavily through his nose, nodding with understanding. He wondered what his father was thinking his last night as a human. Knowing that everything you knew about yourself and your lifestyle would be forever and irreversibly changed. Knowing that it could kill him. There were no takebacks with this.
“I do not believe Eywa brought us together just to take you away from me,” Neteyam reassured.
Y/N dropped her hands to her side, her crying subsided. She leaned more into Neteyam’s body with a weak yawn, and he took that as his signal to head back to bed.
There was no way for Neteyam to reassure Y/N. There was nothing he could say or do to prove to her that she would be his no matter what happened. At the end of the day, it was them against the world.
When the two settled in bed, Neteyam tucked a loose strand of Y/N’s hair from her face, looking deep into her still somewhat teary eyes. She stared at him with an intensity that had his heart fluttering.
“Try and get some sleep,” he whispered, planting a featherlike kiss on her forehead. She says something that’s muffled by her pillow.
She does sleep that night.
Neteyam doesn’t, waiting for her to wake up crying again with his arms ready to reach out and cradle her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“You’re telling me you’ve never danced before?”
“Of course I have,” Neteyam says, taking a quick huff from his mask before stretching by the window. The day was early, the sun just barely reaching past the mighty trees of Pandora, but high enough to shine through the lab.
Y/N rolled her eyes from her spot on the mattress. “Yeah, but not like that.” She points to the television, where a black and white film was playing. Neither of them was really watching it; the background audio was just an easy way to fix the thick tension and fear in the air. A human man and women stood underneath a lamp post in the pouring rain, hands interlocked and swaying to a light cello melody in the night.
Neteyam scratched the back of his neck, bringing her a small steaming portion of chowder. It was the only food Y/N could keep down lately, much to the girl’s distaste. She stuck her tongue out as he sat next to her, handing her the bowl. He nudged her, encouraging her to take a bite.
“Last time I have to eat this crap,” Y/N huffed, scooping herself a pitiful amount and trying her best not to make a crunchy face at the bland flavors. “No, but seriously. That’s just sad.”
“What? The food or my lack of human dance knowledge?”
“Both.”
Neteyam chuckled, focusing on the two Sky People. The television was fuzzy and jittered every few seconds, but he could made out the particular choreograph, gliding to the side, watching for each other’s shoes. The women’s head rested on her man’s shoulders, letting him hold one of her hands while the other rested on her back.
The Na’vi boy stood up, holding a hand out to Y/N. She sat back, tilting her head as he stepped in front of the screen.
“Dance with me.”
“What?” She giggled with a mouthful of chowder. Nevertheless, she set her bowl aside, taking his hand and standing up. Her legs gave out on her, and with a ‘Whoop!’, she came tumbling down, not before Neteyam studied her, helping her regain her balance. He looked at the T.V. once more, watching the pattern the actor’s set themselves on with their foot placement.
Neteyam lifted the girl off the ground, letting her wrap her arms as tight as she could around his neck as he set his arms across her back. He took slow steps, feeling her feet brush against his knees with each step. Y/N sighed into Neteyam’s body, letting herself go limp in his hold.
God, he would miss this. Holding her close like this, her itty-bitty body against his large frame.
Y/N hummed along to the tune, a tune Neteyam was not yet familiar with. It wasn’t like any of the instruments they had back at home, nor was it as feverish or fast-paced. It made swaying to the song chords feel like floating in water. Effortless and natural. It soothed the young couple’s hearts.
Neteyam and Y/N kept this up even after the movie finished, when the main menu song would loop itself every twenty seconds. Eventually that shut itself off too, leaving the only sounds in the room being Neteyam’s light footsteps and the two’s rhythmed breathing.
Y/N tightened her hold around Neteyam. “You know I love you, right?”
Neteyam’s heart fluttered, and he could hear his tail tap against the mattress at he continued dancing. “Yes.”
“I just wanted to remind you.”
He pulled away from the girl, bending down to her level to cup her face in his hands. She looked unnervingly dull, trying her best to give him a smile but failing miserably.
“You’re going to be okay,” he reassured her (and himself). “I know it.”
All she could do was nod.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The night had come.
Jake walked in front, forming a path for Neteyam as he carried Y/N bridal style close to his chest. She shyly kept her face hidden; her bare body being just barely covered up with vines from the woods. She was quiet the entire trip leaving the lab, through the Omaticaya village, and to the base of the Tree of Souls. Jake approached the roots of the grand tree first, carrying Y/N’s limp Avatar body in his own arms, gently placing the lifeless body on the ground.
He turned to his son with a firm nod, stepping aside as Mo’at came into view, watching Neteyam hesitantly set Y/N down. For a moment, she didn’t release her hold around his neck.
“Woah,” she whispered to herself, looking at the massive crowd behind Neteyam. The entire clan was sit cross crossed on the mossy landscape. Neteyam didn’t bother looking, prying her fingers apart and off of his back. She tried to sit up until Mo’at placed a light hand on her shoulder, a gentle demand to lay down. Neteyam watched fog begin to build up in her mask as she breaths became heavier and erratic.
He pet her hair, leaning close to her ear so that only she could hear him. “I love you so much Y/N. I am so proud of you.”
She chuckled nervously, reaching a trembling hand and grasping ahold oh his. He held her tiny hands in his large ones, holding them tight with a weak smile. He needed to be strong for her.
Strong heart.
No fear.
“You will sleep now,” Mo’at announced, and on cue, Y/N’s eyelids grew heavier. At first, she tried to fight it, but Neteyam cupped a hand to her cheek, still holding one of her hands in his.
“See you in a minute,” he promised.
It looked like Y/N wanted to say something to him, but she never got that chance before letting her eyes shut and her body fall asleep.
Neteyam held his breath now, allowing himself to succumb to the fears that he’d been trying to hide from Y/N for years now.
It was all in Eywa’s hands now.
“Ting mikun ayoheru rutze,” Mo’at began as The People swayed in unison. Everyone rested a hand on each other’s shoulders as the ground began pulsating to a beat, almost like a heartbeat.
“Srung si poeru, Ma Eywa,” the clan spoke together. The bioluminescent ground beneath them rippled to the base of the Spirit Tree. Spider watched from afar, as he was not allowed to partake in the sacred event, keeping to himself as she silently sent prayers for his sister.
Neteyam continued to kneel by her side, mumbling to Eywa as he wished for his lover to come back to him. He watched with teary eyes as both Y/n’s human and Avatar bodies lay unconscious. A lit of undergrowth rose from the ground, connecting to the back of both vessel’s necks.
To most all around him, Neteyam was extremely calm. Though Jake and Neytiri could see the boy’s face, and they too began to fear not only for Y/N but for their son.
They knew that, if he didn’t have Y/N, their son would be gone forever.
What if this was the last time he got to see her beautiful eyes?
What if he could never show her the true wonders of Pandora? Never see their secret world in the floating mountains, to show her how to fly her own Ikran, to never watch her eyes light up as she connected to the Tree of Souls for the first time.
He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.
And Neytiri understood every single thing he was feeling.
“Pori tireati, munge mí ngai” Mo’at continued, waving her hands over Y/N’s human body and dancing them to the Avatar body a few steps to the left.
The clan continued to repeat themselves, much louder this time in hopes their words could be heard by their goddess. “Srung si poeru, Ma Eywa!”
Netyeam could feel himself breaking out in a nervous sweat, tightening his grip on her hand when he felt her fingers twitch ever so slightly.
“Ulte ting ayoer ni’eyng ngeyä ya! Tiviran po ayoekip! NA NA’VIYÄ HAPXI!” Neteyam’s grandmother stood over Y/N’s still Avatar body. Neteyam rested his forehead on the small hand he held, forcing his eyes closed in hopes of calming his pounding heartbeat.
Mo’at’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she lowered his voice, “Eo Eywa oe’ia. Eo Eywa oe’ia. Eo Eywa oe’ia.”
“Come on Y/N,” he whined gently. “Come back to me.”
He felt her hand go slack under his grip. He straightened his back, snapping his eyes shut. He saw how her chest stilled and the muscles in her body relaxed completely. Under less tense circumstances, he would’ve melted at how peaceful and innocent she looked.
But he wanted nothing more for her to wake up.
He shot a panicked face to Mo’at, who instantly snapped out of her trance, directing her calls of action to the clan before her, “Lu hasey!”
It was done.
All he could do was wait.
Jake was up in an instant, followed quickly by Neytiri, who placed a supportive hand on his shoulder. She felt like this was a sick joke, watching her son in the same stop she was all those years ago when it was her love. Everyone watched as the young to-be Olo’eyktan remove the human girl’s breathing mask, the seal going off with a sharp hiss and placing it aside. He connected his forehead to hers, already feeling how clammy her skin was. He placed his free hand on her face, a hand that was the size of her entire head.
Jake watched his eldest son give one last squeeze to Y/N’s hand before moving to the Avatar body on his left, positioning himself in the same spot next to her, reaching for a much larger, blue hand. It fell limp in his hold.
This was the first time he’d seen her Avatar body so close. His heart settled slightly when he saw the mole that had made if from her human body to her Avatar body. He placed a kiss on one of her cheeks, tilting his head as tears began to build in his eyes again. It blurred his vision, and he didn’t care that his family could now see that.
“Hey,” Neteyam spoke to the girl that couldn’t hear him. “Come back to me, Y/N. Everybody wants to meet you.”
Neytiri smiled at the boy’s words, beginning to hope herself to the new member to the clan to wake up.
Jake knew of the debilitating journey that was passing through the eyes of Eywa, but he would be there to welcome you with open arms, when you were ready.
And, after a few more minutes, it happened.
Neteyam could feel her hand twitch in his.
She let out a light moan as her eyes moved underneath her eyelids.
Then they opened.
It wasn’t the traditional Na’vi yellow or tawny. No, they were hers. He sent a silent thanks to Norm and Max for letting her keep another part of her past body. It was the same sparkling E/C she’d always had, and Neteyam couldn’t hide the light chuckle as he watched her eyes lazily wonder around her surroundings. She wiggled her feet and yawned, looking at her boyfriend.
“I told you everything would be okay,” Neteyam smiled.
Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched together as she slowly moved her head to look around. Neteyam’s heart skipped a beat; had she forgotten where she was? Who she was?
Y/N took a deep breath, but immediately, stopped, her eyes widening in a fierce panic as she slapped her hands to cover her nose and mouth.
Neteyam shook his head, trying ot take her hands away from her face. “Hey her hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. Breath.”
She shook her head, her eyes meeting the blue skin of his hands… or, her hands. She blinked once twice, three times, before pulling her hands away from her mouth. She gasped as she realized the large blue skin was now on her, apart of her, forever and always. Her mouth sat ajar, and Neteyam wasn’t sure what to do.
Jake could sense the nervous energy from his son, so he stepped closer. He crouched down next to his eldest son, giving a reassuring nod.
“How do you feel,” he asked.
Y/N looked into his eyes. They looked soft and inviting, and she looked over at Neytiri, she continued to receive welcoming smiles.
Though rumbly, Y/N gave him a light “I feel weird,”, resulting in a gentle laugh from both Jake and Neytiri.
Neteyam leaned his forehead against hers, each closing their eyes. She could feel his warm breath on her face, letting herself sink into his touch. “I’m so proud of you,” he told her.
That night, the Omaticaya people celebrated. They had a feast, crafting mouthwatering dishes for their blessing from Eywa herself, dancing to traditional songs into the night. Tuk dragged the girl around, showing her off to the tribe and bragging about how she’d braded the new clam mate’s hair shortly after her ceremony (the braids were terribly uneven, so Neytiri had to pull her aside and do them when her daughter wasn’t looking). Kiri and Lo’ak bickered when they tried to find the ‘perfect’ hammock for her to sleep in, but Neteyam silently know that they’d be sharing a space tonight. Spider couldn’t stay long, but he congratulated his older sister on her successful soul transfer.
Towards the end of the celebration, Neteyam and Y/N slipped away from the shriveling crowd. They raced into the night sky, replaying the same motions that occurred all those years ago.
“God, I’ll never get over this,” Y/N huffed from behind Neteyam, clinging to him with a vice-like grip.
Neteyam shrugged teasingly. “You’re going to have to soon. You will need to get your own Ikran now that you’re Na’vi.”
“Why would I do that when I have you to fly me around?”
He turned to shot a playful grin, but caught himself when he looked into her eyes. Her braids thrashed in the wind as she kept her eyes sealed shut, though creasing her eyebrows at the sudden shift in Neteyam’s posture. He finally got a good look at her freckles, which were lighting up the night. The pattern rested mostly on her forehead, with only a few scattered along the bridge of her nose. There were even less on her cheeks, but her bright eyes made up for that. They were new and different compared to the standard Na’vi, and it made the girl all the more precious to Neteyam.
They landed gently on their secret floating rock, Neteyam hopping off first, reaching out to Y/N, only for her to scoot off the flying creature and stepping onto the ground by herself. She huffed before stretching, letting her bare feet graze the soft landscape. He watched her, only just noticing how he barely had to look down at her. Just this morning he was about at his hip height wise, but now he was maybe half a foot taller.
She met his eyes with a quick smile before taking the lead. “Man, I’ve missed this place.”
Neteyam hummed in agreement. He would never admit it, but he hadn’t returned since she’d gotten sick. It just didn’t sit right with him to savor this wondrous getaway while his other half was withering away, curled in pain in her dark and lonely bedroom.
She ducked over hanging branched, skipping through the feet as the world lit up with each step. She lightly brushed her fingertips against dense foliage, getting used to the way her arms stretched further than she was used to. She looked back at Neteyam with a wide smile, her shiny white fangs revealing themselves.
He quickened his pace, grabbing a hold of her tail and lightly tugging it, causing the girl to stop in her place and instinctively slap he boy on the arm. Neteyam gave a face pouty face, Y/N sticking his tongue out as she dashed into the night. For only being in her new body for a few hours, she was quickly getting the hand of it. Even Jake commented on it earlier, watching Lo’ak and her chase each other through the campgrounds like raging lunatics.
“Jesus, and I thought Lo’ak’s energy was enough,” he joked as he walked to bed with his mate. “That boy’s got his hands full with that one.”
When Y/N’s lungs could no longer keep up, she hunched over a familiar pond, resting her hands on her knees as she took deep breaths. Neteyam, who would run for many more miles, stopped at her side, grinning at the already exhausted girl.
“My feet hurt,” she spoke in between breaths.
“Your body is still like a baby. You need to take it easy.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, straightening herself out. She collected her breathing with a weak chuckle, feeling her heartbeat relax.
But it quickly sped up again. The deep intensity in Neteyam’s narrowed eyes made the air feel thicker. He moved closer, their chests almost brushing against each other as she planted both of his hands on her waist. She reached around him, putting her head on his chest. His heartbeat was going the same speed at hers.
“Y/N,” he whispered her name like it was a secret. Her knees practically went weak from underneath her.
“Neteyam.”
Then… she started swaying?
She moved her head up, forgetting how much taller she was now and almost whacking his chin, His freckles doing a terrible job at hiding the light blush developing up his neck and to his cheeks. Y/N used every fiber in her body to lock her eyes on his mesmerizing eyes and not down at his lips, which were slightly agape.
The two began stepping every few seconds, Y/N still unsure of what was happening.
Neteyam’s chest rumbled against Y/N as he began humming a tune, and then it hit her like a train.
It was the same song from the movie this morning. Of the two people slow dancing into the night, bathed in light as they embraced in one of the most intimate forms of love.
Y/N gave Neteyam a goofy, toothy grin, letting herself pick up on the tune. She accidentally stepped on the taller man’s toes with a quick apology, which he didn’t even adnowledge. He removed one hand from her hip, placing a tender brush of his palm against her cheek. The two stared at each other, a newfound appreciation and respect for one another.
After all they’d been through, they finally made it.
After many nights of tears, pain, uncertainty, the two young Na’vi never crumbled under pressure.
They two could now live comfortably as one, just as Eywa had planned all along.
Neteyam planted a soft kiss on Y/N’s lips. It was delicate, like an insect’s wings, and they sat there just long enough to feel her warm skin against his. Between the two, kissing was their way of showing gratitude, respect, appreciation. From light pecks on the forehead every morning to more intense, intimate touching, the vulnerability the two shared with each other was a sensuous joining of souls, regardless of which body they housed.
Y/N pulled away first, flashing an innocent smile with wide eyes. “Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam.”
He breathed out, resting his forehead against hers as they continued swaying in a sloppy rhythm. The Pandorian wildlife was their personal symphony, playing the two lovebirds a one-of-a-kind tune. He rested his hands behind her back, just under her braided queue.
For the first night in years, Neteyam could finally breathe. Here, in this moment, on this perfect night, he had the most incredible women in his arms. He though about this night for many, many eclipses, wondering if they’d even make it this far. There were too many nights where he couldn’t sleep, only focusing on the frail human girl’s lumber some breathing. For the longest time, she couldn’t even walk out of her room without stopping to breathe, leaning against the doorframe as Neteyam rushed to her side to return her back to bed.
But now, she was here, standing on her own two feet, in this body much stronger than she ever was. She took in the air around her with no effort, no more tears of pain or fear of not waking up to see the next day. She was here, she was beautiful, she was alive. With him.
And he would make sure to keep it that way for as long as they lived.
“Oel ngati kameie, Y/N.”
(Bellow are the individuals that requested to be tagged when this finale released. Thanks guys!!)
Hellooo can i request for a relationship where the reader is neteyam/loak's twin or just part of sullys family and she died instead of neteyam?
Man o' man. At first, I was REALLY excited to write this; I love writing angst, after all. But then I realized I had to rewatch Neteyam's death scene... yeah, then it wasn't so exciting. BUT I still enjoyed writing this, and I really appreciate you shooting me this request. I hope you like it :) :) PS-- I hope you're happy knowing that I maybe-kinda-sortova cried, haha!!
Ocean Breathes Salty (Sully Family / Daughter! Reader)
Synopsis: Sully's stick together. This is their biggest weakness... and also their greatest strength. (This story is unedited. Edits will be conducted at a later date.)
All her life, Y/N had caused trouble for her big brother.
It seemed like every other day her father was handing a stern scolding to Neteyam. And most oftentimes it wasn’t even his fault. It was stupid things like sneaking off into the night or digging her nose in places it didn’t belong. No matter what, Neteyam always got roped into it.
“What happened to keepin’ an eye on your sister?”
“You’re her big brother. You are in charge of her.”
“If she gets hurt, it’s on you.”
And despite the fact that this happened again and again and again, Y/N’s heart broke seeing her brother receive the harsh lashing from their father. His ears would flatten and he’s droop his head low, being sure to avoid the man’s gaze. The worst thing was that, right after, Neteyam wouldn’t say anything about it. He’d accept it like the good little soldier his dad expected him to be, and she hated that.
And that didn’t mean that Y/N was safe from their father’s wrath.
“That stunt you pulled back there? Stupid! Jesus, are you tryin' to get yourself killed?”
Y/N mumbled a weak “No sir.”
“You’re grounded. You’re to stay here for the month, tend to the Ikran and the wounded. Got it?”
The young girl put her hands behind her back, fidgeting with her fingers. She prayed her dad couldn’t detect her nervous energy.
Jake put a hand on her shoulder. “Got it?” He asked again, this time raising his voice a few notches.
Y/N gave him a curt nod, sparing him a glance before stepping away from him. “Yes sir.”
There were many times where Neteyam took one for the team. It wasn’t just when Y/N got in trouble; Lo’ak was beginning to take after her adventurous, generally reckless behavior (much to their dad’s distaste).
But now, it was Y/N’s turn.
She made sure Lo’ak and Spider had a clear opening before they jumped off the ship and into the slightly fridged water. There was still a RDA Avatar shooting at Neteyam and her as the two cowered closer into a corner of the ship. They were losing their window of escape.
“Okay, you’re turn!” Neteyam shouted over the sound of bullets hitting their safe corner. Y/N shook her head, peeking around the corner to see if any of her shots resulted in a kill. A bullet zoomed past her ear and she shuffled back into her brother.
Y/N watched her brother with wide eyes as he took her hand in his.
She knew that, if they didn’t move now, they’d be dead.
“Move, now!” Neteyam yanked his sister forward, dragging her close behind him as they plunged into the water and to safety.
Something sharp slammed into Y/N’s side. The shock of the impact was enough to cause her to gasp, involuntarily inhaling an alarming amount of water.
One thing Y/N had yet to get used to in their new home was how salty the ocean water was. It stung her eyes and something in her chest. She probably scrapped herself against some lose bits of metal from the ship. The unusual pain was making her chest tight, like someone was sitting on her, her breath threatening to fly out of her mouth at any second.
It was getting increasingly harder to keep afloat, and to make matters worse, the sea water was beginning to fill her lungs. There was a strange metallic taste building up in the back of her throat, too.
She could hear her brothers, Spider, and Tsireya cheering around her. High fives were being thrown around and shouts of celebration bounced off the water, but Y/N couldn’t bring herself to speak. She could haldy bring herself to breathe.
“Y/N?” Lo’ak asked somewhere in front of her.
She tried to look his direction but accidentally sunk down into the water, placing a hand on her chest where it hurt most.
Neteyam grabbed ahold of her before she could sink down any further, putting his hand where hers rested. “She’s been shot!” He shouted.
“Shit!” Lo’ak cursed, calling for his Ilu as everybody swam closer to the weak Y/N, all trying their hardest to keep her head above water. Nobody let go of her as they helped her on top of the sea creature. Uncontrollable coughs overcame the oldest Sully daughter as she was heaved up to rest in her older brother’s arms. He wrapped one arm protectively across her shoulders, holding her close to his chest as he used his other hand to guide his Ilu forward, the other children holding onto the animal’s fins.
“DAD!” Lo’ak cried out as the crew approached a patch of rocks. Out in the distance, Y/N could make out a familiar dark blue Na’vi. The sky was getting darker and flames were flickering an angry orange around her as the Ilu came to a stop. “Dad, it’s Y/N. She got shot.”
Neteyam scooted off the Ilu, requesting Y/N in his grip, The other children gathered around them, making sure none of her limp limbs got scratched by the rock’s jagged surface.
“Oh no,” she heard her dad choke, helping carry his now bloodied daughter to shore while reminded the children to watch for her head.
Y/N was placed gently on the ground before being picked up again by her father, who mumbled a tired curse to himself. He put her back down, reaching for his youngest son, “Pressure! Apply pressure,” and forcing his son to slam his hands onto her wound. She hissed in pain, moving to shove him off, but her father clasped onto both of her hands, rubbing her skin with frantic motions.
Somewhere behind her, Y/N would hear her mother screaming for her, but she was too tired to adnowledge her. “Momma-” she whimpered, hacking even more than a few minutes ago.
Jake cupped her cheeks with his large hands, caressing her skin and whipping away tears she didn’t know she had.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured. His voice was full of gentle sweetness, like the kind you’d give a child when they scraped their knee. Neytiri took her daughter’s hands, her wailing crumbling the young girl’s heart. It hurt almost as much as the bullet wound. “I’m right here baby.”
“D-D-D-DadI’mscared-ughithurts-”
“I know baby, I know, it’s okay. I’m right here.”
Y/N heaved deeper. She looked all around her, looking at the people that had protected her all her life. Her father, the strongest and most stoic man she’d ever known, had tears welling in his eyes. He refused to let them spill in front of her.
Her mother, Neytiri, wasn’t holding back. She screamed for Eywa to keep her child alive, squeezing her hand in a vice-like grip that could shatter bones. Her bottom lip trembled and snot dripped out of her nose, the agony of losing her baby destroying the powerful women.
Lo’ak, her little bother, who refused to meet his sister’s eyes, instead more focused on the crimson staining his skin. His whole body shook, stress and exhaustion making the usually sarcastic and joking boy uncharacteristically quiet.
And Neteyam, who watched from a distance with both hands on top of his head. He paced back and force, tugging lightly at one of the braids in his hair. She’d learned form an early age that it was one of his stressful ticks and hated herself for putting him through that. She wanted to reach out to him, but the entire world was becoming fuzzier by the second.
The cries of her mother were now inaudible.
Y/N tried to look into her father’s bright eyes, but couldn’t find them anymore.
Her chest rose sharply as she forced herself to take gulps of air. The last thing Y/N could hear was her father’s gentle cooing. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, it’s okay sweetie. I’m right here.”
Then there was nothing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A scream broke Jake’s desperate words. At his side, his mate grasped ahold of Y/N’s arm, shaking her body. Just a second ago, she was alive, looking at him, breathing the same air he was. Now, her eyes were unfocused. Her face relaxed and her chest fell.
“No no no no…” Jake mumbled, shoving his youngest son to the side as he braced his hands over his daughter’s chest. “Come on,” he repeated, beginning to shove down hard overtop her heart. There was no reaction from Y/N as he counted to himself, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4.
One, two, five, seven minutes went on, and each time, Jake’s pleads became more and more strained, as did his attempts to resuscitate his daughter. “Come on, don’t do this to me. Wake up Y/N. COME ON!” Eventually, he fell back, accepting defeat with an ear-piercing scream. He leaned into his wife, who was now lightly rocking her baby while continue to beg to a god who wouldn’t answer her prays.
Neteyam continued to just watch, sinking to his knees as he numbly stared at his sister’s lifeless body.
The one time. The one time Neteyam couldn’t take the fall for his sister.
