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He’s been gone for ten years. But ten years doesn’t erase the promise of a future that’s his. Ten years doesn’t get rid of the memories of the girl he left behind, the one who was always meant to be his.
Eywa predestined them to be mates, once Neteyam was ready to take on his role as Olo'eyktan. Upon his return he is ready to step into the role he has always known would be his.
If only his sevin (pretty) little future mate wouldn’t be so stubborn.
Pairing: Neteyam x Sa'reya (fem!Metkayina Avatar OC, Tsireya twin)
Warnings: none
Summary: Sa'reya and Neyetam first encounter
The Sully family’s arrival at Awa’atlu was met with a sea of curious, judgmental eyes. As the Omatikaya siblings stepped off their ikrans, the Metkayina villagers gathered, whispering about their thin tails and "demon blood."
While Tsireya emerged from the water with a warm, welcoming smile for Lo’ak, Sa'reya figure broke the surface just a few steps behind her.
Unlike her sister’s soft grace, Sa’reya moved with the sharp efficiency of a hunter. She didn't offer a greeting. Instead, she stayed a steps away from them, her spear gripped firmly in her hand and her eyes locked onto the eldest Sully brother. Neteyam; who was looking at her curiously by how similar the sisters looked.
He was used to being the one who watched for danger, but as he met Sa’reya’s gaze, he felt a strange shift in the air. Her eyes weren't just curious; they were calculating. She looked at him not as a guest, but as a potential threat to her sister and her people. Neteyam, usually the most composed of his siblings, felt a flicker of something he couldn't name. He didn't look away. He offered the traditional salute—I See You—but his hand lingered a second too long at his forehead, eyes fixed directly to her.
Jake stood at the front, his hands raised in a gesture of peace, but his children felt the weight of a thousand judging eyes. As Tonowari and Ronal descended from the central walkway to inspect the "forest people" Sa'reya tilted her head at Neteyam salute and walked away behind his father to pay attention to what the famous Toruk Makto has to say.
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"My village is your sanctuary," Tonowari’s voice boomed, though his eyes remained wary. "But your children must learn our ways. They will be like babies, out of their element."
Jake looked back at his sons, his face tense. "We will work hard. We are not afraid of afraid of toil or the sea."
Tonowari turned and gestured to his children. "Aonung. Tsireya. Sa’reya."
At the mention of her name, Sa’reya finally stepped beside her silbings. She was built slightly broader than Tsireya, her arms showing the lean muscle of a diver who spent more time in the deep than on the shore. Unlike the warm smile Tsireya gave Lo'ak, Sa'reya's expression remained a mask of stoic duty.
"You will teach these children the way of water," Tonowari commanded. "Help them to breathe, to swim, and to find their place among us."
Aonung let out a sharp, mocking huff, glancing at Neteyam’s thin tail. "They are slow. They will be like stones in the water."
"We are fast learners," Neteyam said, his voice calm but firm.
"Stop it, Aonung." Sa'reya said, her voice bright but calm. "Do not mind my brother, he thinks because he can ride a Tsurak, he is the king of the Spirit Tree. But he still falls off more than he admits." The Omatikaya siblings laughed at her statement and Neteyam's eyes lit up with a particular glow.
"Come," Tsireya called out kindly, trying to break the tension. "We will show you where you will sleep."
As the group began to walk toward the marui pods, Neteyam stayed a few paces behind. He watched Sa’reya walk ahead, flanking her sister and brother like a shadow.
Neteyam adjusted the strap of his bow, a small, uncharacteristic smirk tugging at his lips. He took a few long steps to walk beside her.
"I am Neteyam," he managed.
"I know who you are, son of Toruk Makto. I am Sa’reya. I hope you know how to dive, try to keep up or I might have to rescue you." She gave him a playful shy smile and walked away to help Kiri carry her things.
Neteyam felt a flush of heat that had nothing to do with the Pandora sun. He blinked and slowed his steps.
Lo'ak appeared beside him and nudged him in the arm with his elbow, making fun of his blushed face. "You okay, bro? You are purple and staring."
Neteyam cleared his throat and adjusted his stance. "Shut up, Lo'ak. Move."
He had come here expecting to learn how to swim, but looking at the warrior girl, he realized he was going to have to fight for her.
Warning : sully’s never left their clan, neteyam is 20 in this, kidnapping, swearing, mentions killing, you and Neteyam form a solid friendship
Summary : you get separated from your squad after a group of Na’vi ambushes you. You were taken as a prisoner of war, side with them and live or go back and die. It was your choice.
You were losing blood by the minute. Your oxygen was running low, and your ankle was twisted in ways it never should have been.
“Ugh… fuck,” you groaned, leaning heavily against a tree trunk as you struggled to steady your breathing. You’d been running for nearly twenty minutes, but you couldn’t go any farther. Your ankle was swollen to the size of a baseball, the gash in your side oozed blood, and every movement wasted precious oxygen.
You knew you weren’t getting anywhere in this vast forest. With a tired sigh, you rested your head against the tree, a clusterfuck of emotions crashing over you.
Your squad had been sent to set up camp in the rainforest, where the Omatikaya clan had been spotted hunting and gathering. The RDA had been tracking them for years. Reports said they’d moved to the Hallelujah Mountains for safety, a place the RDA couldn’t reach. So the plan was simple, wait for them to come down, then attack.
What a brilliant plan…
They were expecting you. The Na’vi ambushed your squad, picking them off one by one. Everyone was dead, and you knew you’d be next.
You hadn’t even wanted to be here. Your first mission and this is how you’re going out. You’d voiced your concerns to your squad leader, but she shut you down fast, threatening to lock you up or worse if you said another word. As a soldier, you weren’t allowed to be vocal about your opinions or feelings. You were here to do a job. And if anyone even hinted at having pity for the Na’vi, they disappeared. No questions asked.
As your breathing slowly leveled and the pounding in your ears faded, the sounds of the forest crept in. This moon was terrifying, yet oddly beautiful. One wrong step, though, and something or someone would kill you.
You were a sitting duck.
The coos and clicks of the forest had your eyes darting in every direction. All you had left to defend yourself was a pocket knife.
A snap caught your attention. What you assumed was a branch breaking echoed through the air. You were screwed.
You winced, pushing off the tree as quietly as you could. You couldn’t go out like this. You had to fight. The moment you took a step, your body gave out. You collapsed to the ground with a hoarse groan, pain burning through you. You were worse off than you had thought.
Footsteps thudded against the ground as something or someone approached. The world was becoming a blur. Large blue shadows loomed over your body, their conversation was muffled as you fell in and out of consciousness. You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out, soon everything went black.
•••
“What are they gonna do with her?”
“Who knows, they might torture her for information.”
“She looks dead.”
“Shhh Tuk! You’re going to get us caught.”
Voices had awaken you, a mixture of Na’vi and English. You didn’t know if you were alive or dead. It sure felt like you were dead though. Your entire body ached, as you opened your eyes bright lights blinded you forcing them back closed. As they slowly began adjusting, you looked around to see what seemed to be a lab/ medical trailer. Either the resistance got you or Jake did, but you weren’t sure which one you’d prefer.
You tried to reach up and rub your head but you couldn’t, as you slowly gained more consciousness you realized one of your wrists were cuffed to the stretcher you laid on and your other arm was in a sling.
“Hello?” You didn’t even recognize your voice it came dry and hoarse, it was painful to speak. You heard a small gasp come from the other side of the room.
“Lo’ak she’s awake” your head snapped to the small voice, once you made eye contact with whoever spoke they dashed out of the trailer and two others followed.
You had to find a way out of this situation. You looked around for something, anything, to grab. You noticed a scalpel sitting in something what you could assume was to sterilize it. You reached your foot over to pull the table towards you, but then pain shot up your leg, almost paralyzing you with pain. You couldn’t help but groan out loud.
“Trying to escape is useless.” Fuck.
You knew it had to be a Na’vi the accent was thick.
Whoever spoke to you walked around to your line of vision. He was massively tall, muscular, covered in scars and body paint. You recognized his face from company briefings, he was Sully’s eldest son Neteyam. He squatted down to your level and he was still taller than you.
“You wouldn’t make it too far in your condition anyways, you were half dead when we found you.” He said as his large golden eyes raked over your body.
You glared up at him, eyeing his every move. A mixture of emotions was running through you. If you were caught, your training taught you to take out as many Na’vi as you could before going down, but you were in no condition to fight. They could flick you, and you’d be done.
“What’re you going to do with me?” he blinked his face showing no emotion.
“That is up to my father.”
•••
It was him, the man who betrayed his race for aliens. You’ve seen him in photos, heard about him in briefings, the entire human race hates him well besides the peace lovers who riot against the destruction of another planet.
You were in the same bed you woke up in, but now sitting up, you eyed him as he crouched in the trailer, making his way to you. He was holding a bowl with a large leaf in it. It had what looked like some meat and vegetables on it.
“Eat, you need it.”
“No.”
He scoff into a dry chuckle.
“That attitude will get you no where, I know what you’re thinking. I know how you were trained, I was a soldier before you were even a thought. Anything you do I’ve already done, so you might as well cooperate or we can put you right back outside to die.”
“Then why save me? You must want something.”
Silence fell.
“Neteyam, tell me when she’s ready to talk.”
“Yes sir.” He left and his son turned back to you.
Silence fell. You glanced over at the food he left, you don’t know how long you were out and the last time you ate was the morning of the mission.
“Eat, it is good, sterm beast and vegetables.” Before you could get a word out your stomach betrayed you letting out a deep growl.
“How? you have to untie me first.”
Neteyam studied you for a long moment, golden eyes sharp, assessing. Finally, he reached down and unlocked the cuff with a quiet click.
“Do not try anything,” he warned calmly. “I am faster than you.”
You flexed your wrist slowly, wincing. “If I could try anything, I wouldn’t still be here.”
That earned a small huff from him. He held the bowl up, closer this time. It was huge compared to you. You took it carefully, half expecting a trick, but the food was real. Warm. You ate slower than your body wanted to, pride warring with hunger.
“You didn’t kill any of us,” Neteyam said suddenly.
Your eyes flicked up. “I didn’t get the chance.”
“That is not what I mean.” He leaned against the metal wall. “After the explosion you were running, you avoided our hunters. You fired past them when could have shot them.”
Your grip tightened on the leaf. “I didn’t come here to massacre people.”
Silence stretched. Not hostile. Observant.
“You are with RDA,” he said. Not a question.
“Unfortunately...”
•••
Weeks went by as stayed in the medical trailer, guarded, watched. Neteyam rotated shifts with other hunters, their presence heavy and silent. No one spoke to you unless necessary. Even when food was brought, it was slid across metal like an offering made under protest.
Trust didn’t come easy here. You didn’t expect it to.
Jake finally returned with Neytiri. You’ve heard about her too, they even say she’s more ruthless than Jake. Her face was holding a scowl and her bow was already in her hand.
“You say the RDA’s guard will be down during their next supply drop” she said sharply. “You expect us to believe you?”
You swallowed. “I expect you to doubt me.” That seemed to irritate her more than excuses would have.
Neteyam stood near the doorway. “Mother, she warned us without being asked.”
Neytiri’s ears flattened. “Words of a human mean nothing son.”
Jake spoke up. “Then we test her.”
The plan was dangerous. That was clear immediately.
A supply convoy was scheduled to move through the eastern lowlands, skirting the mountain range. Ammunition, rations, replacement parts. If what you said was true, it would confirm everything. If you lied, you’d die before sunset.
You were escorted to the ground by Jake on his ikran, strapped in and terrified, the Hallelujah Mountains stretching beneath you like floating blades of stone.
“They’ll have scanners,” you warned over the coms. “Low-frequency. If you dive from above, they won’t see you until—”
Until it was too late. The convoy came into view two armored transports, AMP escorts, gunships circling lazily. RDA arrogance at its finest.
Jake gave the signal.
Chaos erupted.
Na’vi arrows rained down from above, puncturing fuel tanks with terrifying precision. One transport swerved, engines screaming, before slamming into a rock outcrop. You watched an AMP suit stumble, pilot panicking, before being yanked off the edge by a massive ikran.
Gunfire cracked through the air.
A soldier aimed at Neteyam on his Ikran.
You didn’t think. You aimed your rifle firing into them. Neteyam glanced at you mid-flight. Surprise flickered, then resolve.
The second transport tried to flee.
“Now!” you shouted into the coms. “Its left engine is unshielded!”
Jake didn’t hesitate. One clean shot. Explosion. Fire burst into the sky. When it was over, smoke curled up into the floating mountains like a warning. War cries erupted through out the air as the Na’vi celebrated. Something bloomed in your chest, it felt…good to be on the right side.
•••
The flight back was quiet. You road back with Neteyam securely strapped to his Ikran.
That night, Jake stood before his village giving a speech, it was in Na’vi so you didn’t understand but you assumed it was about you and your alliance to them.
“She warned us,” he said. “She fought with us. She chose.”
Neytiri watched you closely. Then, slowly, she inclined her head.
“You will learn our ways,” she said. “You will not raise a weapon against the people, not anymore.”
“I swear to you I won’t,” you said softly.
Neteyam smiled. Just a little.
In the days that followed, you were moved out of the trailer and into the human lab carved into the mountainside.
You worked alongside them, translating RDA protocols, mapping supply routes, helping dismantle weapons instead of deploying them. For the first time, your knowledge did something good.
•••
The mountains were quiet at night.
You sat near the edge of the platform carved into the rock, legs pulled close, watching the glow of bioluminescent plants far below drift like stars caught in the forest. The wind up here was colder than on the rainforest. It made thinking easier. Oh how you wish you could take this mask off and breathe.
“You are awake.”
You didn’t turn right away. “Just thinking.”
Neteyam stepped beside you, careful not to crowd your space. He rested his hands on his knees, gaze fixed forward instead of on you.
“I have been wondering,” he said after a moment. “Why you chose us.”
You let out a slow breath. You knew this was coming eventually.
“I didn’t at first,” you admitted honestly. “I chose survival.” He glanced at you then. Not accusing. Just listening.
“I grew up knowing that Earth was dying,” you continued quietly. “Oceans poisoned. Cities choking. People starving. We were told Pandora was our second chance. That the Na’vi were savage obstacles...” Your jaw tightened. “I thought I was helping my people live.”
Neteyam’s ears tilted back slightly.
“But watching and learning what the RDA truly did, the things that they don’t tell anyone…” you said, voice roughening, “I realized we weren’t saving a home. We were destroying someone else’s. Burning forests, slaughtering families and animals, just because we could. I watched them murder innocent children who begged for mercy. It made me sick.” You screwed your eyes shut trying to block out the screams of children being separated from their homes.
“Who am I to complain, I’m sure experienced worse.”
You swallowed. “I never agreed with it. I just didn’t think I had a choice. You don’t say no to the RDA and walk away.”
He was quiet for a long time.
“When I saw you in the forest,” he said finally, “you ran instead of shooting. That is not how your soldiers fight.”
“I didn’t want blood on my hands,” you said. “Not yours. Not anyone’s. I just wanted to live long enough to figure out how to stop being part of it.”
Neteyam looked out over the mountains, eyes reflecting the soft glow below.
“My father says choices show who we are,” he said. “Even when they are made out of fear.”
You nodded slowly. “Then I guess this was mine. He stood to his full height, offering you his hand without hesitation.
Neteyam had always known the forests of Pandora as his home—the thick, twisting roots, the towering trees, and the song of the creatures hidden in the leaves. But here, everything was different. He was surrounded by an endless expanse of water, the bright turquoise of the reefs so different from the dark greens he was used to. And as he struggled to adapt, it was you who captivated him most.
He noticed you one day, gliding beneath the waves like you were born from the ocean itself. Your teal skin shimmered under the light filtering through the water, each movement effortless and fluid as you twisted among the colorful coral and schools of fish. You belonged here, completely and unreservedly, and he was struck by your beauty and grace.
When you emerged from the water, droplets tracing the curves of your skin, your laughter like a melody on the sea breeze, he felt something shift inside him. You turned and caught his stare, an amused smile curving your lips.
“You must be Neteyam Sully,” you said, tilting your head with curious eyes. “The forest boy.”
He scratched the back of his neck, feeling unexpectedly shy under your gaze. “That’s right. I… I haven’t exactly mastered the water yet.”
You laughed softly, a sound that seemed to lift his spirits. “That’s alright. We’ll start small. The sea takes time to understand.”
Over the next few days, you became his guide, teaching him to move with the water rather than against it. You showed him how to hold his breath, how to navigate the currents, and how to dive deep without fear. He was a quick learner, but he knew the truth—you were the reason he wanted to learn.
One evening, as the sun began to sink, casting golden rays over the water, you and Neteyam floated side by side, watching the world dip into night. Silence fell between you, comfortable and deep, until he finally spoke.
“I never imagined I’d feel this way about… all of this.” His eyes shifted to you, nervous but unwavering. “Or about someone I barely know.”
Your expression softened, and you reached out, your fingers brushing his hand beneath the water. “Pandora’s full of wonders, Neteyam. Maybe you were meant to find this one.”
With a smile, he gently took your hand, pulling you closer, heart racing with a certainty he hadn’t expected. In that moment, beneath the fading sun and the endless ocean, he knew he was exactly where he belonged—by your side, a part of your world.
Warnings: Talks about mating, implied sexual themes.
Summary: Neteyam finds out that he's still unaware of some of the customs of your people.
W/C: 2.5k+
Neteyam slowly rises from the water to the shore of the village of Awa’atlu, water pouring out of his hair as he drags the giant eel from the cord he’d brought along and tied around the base of its jaw. Stepping out of the water properly and turning to his left, he rests the end of the long cord in his hand over his shoulder, feeling satisfied at the sound of the heavy drag of the massive weight of the eel leaving a deep wet path on the sand.
It’d taken him days of exploring every inch of the waters, starting with the reefs and opening to the deeper ocean but he’d finally found a catch that was worthy of being gifted to you; an eel larger than him and almost as wide as his torso that quite frankly had him struggling, though he tried not to show. Neteyam watches how the sand suddenly turns dark, having him looking up and seeing that eclipse had started with nighttime falling upon them, urging him to walk faster.
Once he reaches the docks, he crouches down and squeezes his arms under the eel and between the sand, lifting it with a small grunt and placing it on the elastic sheet that creates paths to the marui. Placing his hands next to the eel firmly, he hoists himself up and lands on his knees on the path with a light bounce, taking the eel back in his arms and standing back on his feet, carrying it much like a newborn to further impress you with his strength..
His legs start walking the path to your family’s marui, careful that the eel doesn’t somehow leap out of his arms with the light bounce of his feet. As he walks to his destination, he crosses paths with a few metkayina walking by him, all turning around and eyeing him and his catch as they walk away, having him feeling somewhat giddy; the same feeling you elicit on him whenever you so much as look at him, and when you smile upon noticing him already looking at you…
He feels as if though his heart could just about explode. You make him feel just as innocently happy as when he was a child, back before the sky people returned, back before his father laid more weight on his shoulders, before he had bigger responsibilities, all of which his brother noticed which led to him being called ‘whipped’. He had no idea what it meant, but if this is what being ‘whipped’ felt like, he didn’t want it to stop.
Finally, he reaches your family’s pod and peeks in, standing at the corner of the entrance and seeing you sitting on your calves in front of the firepit at the center, using the light to weave a choker with thin vines and watching as you meticulously add a small white pearl into it, following an intricate pattern which will no doubt match the white freckles that beautifully adorn your body, the ones he can’t wait to trace patterns on.
“Neteyam!” You greet with a smile, having looked over and caught him staring at you. Your voice snaps him out of his trance and has him returning the same smile as you stand to approach him, having set down your choker. “Wow, your parents must be proud.” You compliment, eyeing the eel. “No, this… this is for you.” He smiles softly. “Me? Are you trying to feed my whole family?” You ask jokingly to which his tail nearly thrashes around excitedly.
“Yes.” He sheepishly answers. He knew you’d understand that he’s courting you, gifting you a hunt large enough to feed your entire family to prove he can provide for you and more once you have a few little ones running around. “Thank you so much.” You thank in a soft tone before being interrupted. “Neteyam.” The sound of your father’s voice speaks his name, having them looking at each other followed by your father hand gesturing that he sees him with Neteyam bowing his head.
“I see you.” He says, suddenly very nervous on your father reacting to his eldest daughter being courted. “What is this?” Your father waves his hand to the eel, wondering what he was doing with it in his pod when his family’s marui was on the other side of the village. “Neteyam caught this for us.” You answer with a warm feeling in your chest while said hunter’s ears lightly flick back in confusion. Just the presence alone of a na’vi outside of the family with a large catch should let him know you were being courted.
Maybe your father just didn’t want to accept the courting, was his catch not impressive enough? Surely he could understand that anything bigger wouldn’t have been able to be delivered, it was hard enough to carry the one in his arms. “Very well then.” Your father nods and takes the eel in his own arms with more ease than Neteyam, the small insecurity blossoming in his stomach subsiding the strain in his biceps despite being understandably younger.
While the eel is set near the fire, ready to be cut and cooked, the sound of your mother’s voice speaking your name enters your ears. “Mother.” You greet and approach her and Aonung, receiving a half hug from her due to your baby brother being carried in her other arm. “Neteyam brought us something.” You continue to boast with a smile, briefly pointing at the eel by the fire before taking the baby in your own arms.
Ronal looks at the eel with slightly wide eyes, the impressed expression filling Neteyam with a sense of pride and mostly relief, though unbeknownst to him, her surprise was due to never having seen one of the reef eels so big, given that they’re usually no larger than a na’vi’s forearm. Your mother gestures that he sees him as a thanks to which he responds while your older brother looks away in annoyance, refusing to return the gesture.
Your mother gives a small pinch to his arm with a more than fear-inducing look on her eyes, forcing him to return the gesture. “Aonung, go bring your sister.” Your father’s voice says to which he follows after letting out an exasperated sigh, picking up his pace once he realizes Tsireya’s swimming with Lo’ak. “Come, eat with us.” Your mother invites Neteyam to the pod while your father cuts the eel as the younger male lets out a quiet relieved sigh at his offering being accepted.
You take his hand in yours and lead him in with a smile, pulling him down to sit next to you as he lets out a nervous breath through his smile, the flustered expression not going unnoticed by your parents who share a knowing look with each other, staying quiet to the matter. The rest of the night goes smoothly, your parents cooking the eel as they make small conversation about the village, your baby brother napping in your arms as you talk with your sister and occasionally share a few words and smiles with Neteyam…
The only one who looked unhappy was Aonung with the seemingly permanent annoyed look he bared on his face, though you suspected he was never happy and didn’t give him much importance in the time being. Though while the night felt soothing to you, Neteyam felt as if though he’d already had four heart attacks. The entire dinner he’d been anxiously waiting for the conversation to be had with your parents, about whether or not they approved of him.
He waited as patiently as he could for your parents to start the conversation on the matter, for them to voice their concerns if they had any, if they bestowed their blessing on the two of you becoming mates, make sure that you’d be taken care of properly, anything, but it never came. So as the end of the meal neared, he assumed that your parents simply trusted him enough that they felt as though nothing needed to be said on the matter.
“Ah.” You open your mouth in a way to encourage the baby in your lap to follow suit and open his own mouth, placing a small piece of meat in and smiling as he chews. Neteyam eyes you feeding your brother, a soft smile on his face at the sight of how you treat babies, unable to stop himself from thinking about how you would treat your own baby. Thoughts of him coming to your shared marui only to see his beautiful mate carrying his baby, your baby in your arms floods his mind, a warm feeling settling in his chest.
While you bring another piece of meat to your brother’s mouth, you remain sat unaware of how Neteyam’s, without much thought, tail slowly slides to the side behind you and reaches for your own, gently wrapping around it as best as he could. A gasp almost instantly leaves your mouth, accidentally dropping the meat in surprise with your eyes widening. The sound of the baby on your lap letting out a huff followed by crying snaps you out of your shock with your eyes opening even wider.
“Oh, I’m so sorry tìyawn.” You apologize as you pick up the meat from your lap, readjusting his back to your stomach and trying to feed it to him again only for him to sloppily grab it and throw it away, your parents now having their full attention on you yet unable to find the cause of the disturbance. “Come, give him to me.” Your mother indicates, stopping your actions of lightly bouncing the baby on your leg while patting his back.
You hand him over to your mother and watch how she almost instantly gets him to stop crying while you push the slight insecurity away by remembering how she’s already had another three kids to practice with, of course she would’ve mastered it already. The sudden absence of the tail that was previously wrapped around yours has you thinking back to the recent incident while Neteyam’s stuck feeling somewhat embarrassed of the mess, not having meant to surprise you so much.
You think back to how his tail wrapped around yours and feel yourself getting flustered, not knowing what to think of the action. Metkayina didn’t wrap their tails with each other, in fact, you didn’t wrap them around anything, your tails not being thin enough to offer the flexibility to do so, but for some reason, despite not being familiar with said action and not knowing what it meant, it felt… intimate.
Your father clears his throat and breaks you out of your overanalyzing thoughts, making you look at him. “It’s gotten quite late, it would be best to leave.” He suggests to which Neteyam’s ear perk up to attention. “Yes.” He quickly agrees and stands, and while the action makes you think that he feels as though he overstayed his welcome, in reality, he’s quite eager for what’s to follow. “Sleep well.” You say to him.
His face contorts in confusion as he takes in the sight of your innocent eyes looking at him, remaining sat. “Is something wrong?” Your sister questions before you can, all eyes suddenly on him and his confused expression as he wonders what’s happening. Why weren’t you standing to leave with him? Why did your parents seem oblivious to what was happening? Why did everybody seem oblivious to it?
You should all know what follows next, having finished the meal from the catch that he’d brought for you, the only thing that was left to do was for you to leave with him to somewhere more private so you could mate with each other. Had you changed your mind after accepting his catch? Had he somehow overstepped when he wrapped his tail around yours? “Neteyam? What’s wrong?” You ask with genuine concern, confusing him even more.
“… Nothing- I…” He pauses. What was he supposed to say? Where would he even start? “Rest well.” He returns your words before leaving, you and your family sharing a look that lets each other know that no one understood what happened either. The walk to his family’s marui feels like a blur, hundreds of thoughts and questions unanswered in his head which feels as if though it's just about ready to start spinning in confusion.
“Neteyam, what is wrong?” He hears the concerning voice of his mother ask, realizing that he hasn't just reached his family's marui, but is now pacing in their pod, all eyes on him once again. “’I… I do not know.” He manages to get the words out of his mouth, his legs still pacing him around. “How can you not know?” Lo’ak asks while his pacing brother starts breathing faster. “Boy.” Jake almost shouts, finally managing to get him to stop pacing and look at his family.
“What’s going on?” He adds. “I… I show up to Y/N’s marui, I gift her a huge eel- bigger than me, she accepts it, I have dinner with her family… and they don’t say anything!” He explains with frustration, taking his family by surprise, seeing the usually calm and collected eldest starting to lose it. “It took me three days to find the right catch, and- and when I get up to leave, she doesn’t come with me and acts like she doesn’t know what’s happening.” He rushes the words out, breathing heavily by the time they’re out.
“Neteyam…” Neytiri speaks his name yet stares at the ground as if pondering about something, wondering where she should start to explain to her son what happened. “Sit.” She ushers him closer with a soft voice. After hesitating for a few seconds, he steps closer and kneels in front of her, watching as her mouth opens and closes a few times as if searching for the right words before answering the question he’s so desperately been searching an answer to.
“These are reef na’vi, different na’vi court in other ways.” She explains, the slow widening of his eyes showing the realization dawning on him. “… What?” He asks somewhat in disbelief. “You skxawng.” He hears Kiri insult him, making him shoot his head back at her. “You knew?” He asks, the tone in his voice showing how offended he feels that she didn’t tell him beforehand. “I didn’t know you were courting her!” She defends. “Neteyam is old enough to choose a woman.” Their mother interjects.
“Then what do I do?” He quickly redirects his gaze back at her. “I do not know.” She rushes out as if it were obvious she doesn’t know how metkayina court. “But you told me-” “I have told you everything that I know.” She interrupts her son who quickly looks at his other parent for answers. “Don’t look at me.” He raises his hands in defense, his eldest son continuing to look at his other family members for answers only to no avail, letting him know that if he wants to know how to court you; a metkayina, he’ll have to ask another metkayina.
Every morning you would walk past their little home and wave at the family in it. You would smile sweetly at every one of them, wave your hand and continue to go on your day. It was a mere act of kindness to the new family that worked so hard to adjust to a new way of living.
Of course you didn't mind starting your day with a bit of eye candy. The oldest child of the family was something new to you. He was interesting and exotic. He was something new to you. You couldn't get enought of those alert yellow eyes that caused a chill to run down your spine every time he laid them on you. It was addicting.
Neteyam loved seeing you walk past their little home every morning. It was his favorite part of the day since he didn't get to see you much because of his learning to adapt to the new clan and culture. You would strut past their home and he would eat you right up with his gaze. The first time he saw you, he thought it was Eywa herself.
Once again the sun was slowly rising behind the horizon. You arrived at the familiar home and smiled at the family in it. Neteyam perked right up when he heard your footsteps. He returned your smile and watched you as you continued your way. This time Neteyam walked to the entrance of their home, leaned with one hand to the structure. A sigh escaped out of him as he watched your attractive frame slip farther away from him.
Lo'ak pushed his brother's shoulder, smirking teasingly. "You really got a crush on this Metkayina? She's like better, stronger and probably a better fighter than you!"
Neteyam leaned back and placed his hand on his brother's neck as he leaned closer to him. "Exactly! What a woman!"
warning(s): death threats, mentions of death + injuries + blood, reader thinking she’s going to die + accepts it, neteyam going apeshit on an avatar soldier, reader being stabbed, mentions of brutal killings / violence, reader crying, & a bit of dark!neteyam
word bank: mawey — calm; calm down, eywa / the great mother — goddess deity that the na’vi believe in, ikran — winged creature used for flying + hunting, yawne — beloved, & yawntutsyip — darling; little darling
note: literally wrote this within two to three hours so it might not be that great, so bare with me. hope you guys liked it & let me know if i should do something similar to this with lo’ak <3
It was stupid really.
When you think back on it, it was definitely stupid to agree to tag along with Lo’ak and the rest to wherever the hell they were planning on going. But you could not say no to Tuk when she asked you to come with them. She was your weakness and used it to her advantage.
You’d been silently weaving a new armband for your boyfriend, Neteyam, when his youngest sister had approached you, hands interlocked behind her back and the all too familiar ‘innocent’ look plastered on her face. You knew that whatever she was thinking of saying or asking you would end up in you ultimately agreeing to it, most likely getting you in trouble with your lover.
“Join me and Kiri to the mountains with Lo’ak. Pretty please?” She had asked, pouting and widening her amber eyes up at you as she gently swayed from side to side.
You gave in immediately.
It was sad how fast the youngest Sully got you to cave in so quickly. You had restraint with the others, even Neteyam, but had none whatsoever when it came to Tuktirey. You had such a soft spot for her and Tuk took advantage of it every time.
Should’ve never said yes, you grumble to yourself inside your head, head shaking to yourself as you struggled against the restraints the RDA soldiers had put you in upon catching you all when you attempted to leave the scene you weren’t supposed to be at.
Jake instilled it into you guys so many times to never get close to the abandoned shack. You needed asked why. It was something that Jake wasn’t going to argue about and made it very clear after his youngest son tried to pry the answer out of him the first time he mentioned it. Should’ve listened to Jake.
Everything went by so fast, you had barely had time to process what was going on before you were shackled in handcuffs and essentially held prisoner by RDA Avatars.
“Who is she?” A deep voice asked, pulling you out of your seething thoughts.
Quaritch had a good estimate on who was who in the little rag tag group he caught. The five fingered teens one-hundred-percent belonged to Jake Sully while the human boy was a result of the Corporals past. So, that left you and Tuk. He would give it a fifty-fifty chance that the both of you were also Jake’s kids. Man, he and the Missus sure was busy, he thinks to himself, smirking at the thought.
By the only Na’vi boys reaction, Quaritch could tell that you were something else to the kid. A girlfriend perhaps?, he thinks, best friend?.
Lo’ak knew he was fucked the minute Tuk managed to convince you to join in on their little ‘adventure’. Neteyam continuously told him to look out for you whenever he left to go hunt or do whatever their parents told him to do, threatening bodily harm and death if he didn’t obey. He had a bad feeling about the whole thing but regardless of it, still continued on with his plan. Neteyam was so going to kill him.
“Our sister,” Lo’ak muttered, the soldier behind him still had a tight grip on his queue, tightening it before he answered.
Everyone on the scene could tell that Lo’ak was lying. It was evident. The boy's ears were pinned back, mostly in pain, and his tail fell limp beside him as it gently curled in on itself.
Bingo, Quaritch thought to himself, more leverage.
“Hmm, I think you’re lying, boy,” the Corporal starts, inching closer to Lo’ak, “And do you know what I do to liars?” he asked.
You gulped at the man’s words. You could only assume his following answer would entail torture or death. You all were totally fucked either way.
Lo’ak refused to answer the man’s question, making Quaritch smirk even more.
“I punish them,” he answered, a sick and disturbing glint in his eyes as he stared down Jake Sully’s second son.
Anxiety spiked in all of our systems, making you struggle further in the soldier's grasp.
“Don’t hurt him,” you and Kiri pleaded, the soldiers behind you yanking back on your braided queue, making you cry out in pain.
Quaritch tsked at your response, turning towards you as he stalked towards your figure. “I’m not going to hurt him, sweetheart. Just you,” he finalized, pulling out a knife that was sheathed in its carrier on his hip.
You and everyone else began to protest at his words.
“(Y/N)! No!” Lo’ak cried out, trying to inch closer towards you to protect you but was pulled back by a soldier, hissing out in pain and frustration.
Tuk began to cry as she saw the knife inch towards your face before it dipped down to your neck.
“You fucking asshole!” Spider yelled out, struggling in the grips of the two Avatar soldiers holding him, surprisingly making them struggle to keep him in their grasps in return.
Kiri could only close her eyes in response, not wanting to see you get hurt in front of her.
You stopped at the contact the cold knife made with your warm skin, the temperature of it making you lightly flinch back at it. Your heartbeat rose increasingly within the confines of your chest, hammering against the bone. Holy shit, you thought, this is how I’m going to die.
As you looked around and saw your friends' reactions, you accepted your fate. You accepted that you were going to be murdered in front of them. You could only hope that your death would help the Sullys and Spider escape from the soldiers and Quaritch safely and unharmed. You also hoped that it was going to be a quick death. You didn’t want them to see you suffer.
It’s okay, be calm. Don’t fight back, it’ll only make it worse. Mawey. Eywa, please ensure the safe return of the Sully’s and Spider. And make sure that Neteyam finds only happiness after this, you prayed.
Quaritch had taken your queue from the soldiers grasp behind you, granting you momentary relief from the tight hold only to be replaced with an even harsher grip. You hissed out at the returning pain.
“Now, listen here boy,” he starts, pointing the clean knife at Lo’ak, making him look at him, “I want ‘ya to contact your Father and tell him that if he isn’t here after the sun sets, girly over here,” he gestures to you with the knife in hand, “Is going to be gutted and strung up on the tree line as a little surprise for your Daddy. Am I clear?”.
His words makes Tuk cry even harder, making the soldier behind her give up on her hold on the girls queue and instead hold her up by her arms.
Lo’ak reluctantly nodded at his words, swallowing down the gathering spit in his mouth. His eyes jumped from Spider to Quaritch to you, then to Kiri and Tuk. He was dreading the moment his parents and Neteyam arrived, knowing that regardless of how much they cooperate, Quaritch is going to do whatever he wants to even if that includes staying true to his words of harming you.
———
The three were close to nearing the old abandoned shack when Lo’ak called in again, the line going static for a second before he spoke up.
“Quaritch is giving you until after sunset to arrive,” he shakingly starts, anxiety clearly evident in his tone as he speaks, “Or…or he’ll gut (Y/N) and string her up as a welcome gift for you.”.
Neteyam nearly crashes into a tree when he hears his brother's words.
Quaritch was threatening the life of you, his mate, in hopes of riling up Jake. Well, it was working, except it was Neteyam who was riled up and not his Father.
All the boy could see was red as the three of them silently continued their flight towards your destination after Jake told Lo’ak that they were on their way and that the message was clearly received.
Rage boiled up inside of Neteyam’s body, causing him to slightly shake from the emotion atop his ikran. He was going to kill every single one of the soldiers there once he arrived. He’d do anything to get you back. Anything.
———
Everything ached.
From your queue, to your scalp, to your neck, and to the fresh new wound Quaritch left after he decided Lo’ak was taking too long to relay his message to his Father. He had sliced your thigh and stabbed the wound in response, jamming it into the flesh/plush of your thigh. You cried out to the brutal attack, growling out in pain as a handful of tears fell down your cheeks. Quaritch only smirked at your reaction, throwing you down onto the ground as the rest of the soldiers followed suit in discarding their prisoners, herding them into a circle.
Kiri helped you up, allowing you to lean into her. She quickly assessed your wound and deemed that you were going to be fine, as long as no one pulled the knife out from your leg.
Lo’ak held your head in the palms of his hands as he looked for any other slices Quaritch managed to make before stabbing you. He didn’t find any and sighed out in relief from that.
Spider had gathered Tuk in his arms and tried to silence her crying before any of the soldiers got inspiration from Quaritch and decided to punish the child for crying.
“Fucking son of a bitch,” you whispered between grinded teeth after the attack, trying your best to not yank out the foreign object in your thigh. You began to think that maybe you will end up dying out here after all, amongst the beautiful greenery of Pandora. Albeit it not being the way you wanted to go out, it still wouldn’t be the most gruesomest death you imagined happening. You just wished that you were able to kiss Neteyam goodbye one last time.
———
Furious wouldn’t even begin to describe the type of emotion he was feeling at the moment. There probably was no word equivalent to the emotion he currently felt.
Neteyam had ended up disobeying his Fathers orders of him staying with the ikrans, saying that he was ‘too emotionally invested’ and that his anger was too risky for what he was about to face. He thought it was utter bullshit that he wasn’t allowed to aid his parents in rescuing his siblings and his lover from Quaritch. If anything, it gave him more of a reason to focus and get everyone out of there safely.
He had managed to take down two Avatar soldiers in his search for you. He decided that they weren’t worthy of wasting his arrows on, slicing and stabbing them until their throats were practically open wide in exposure or had any time to process the pain. He’d been quick and brutal in his attacks. The more bodies he left behind, the more closer he was to having you in his arms.
His Mother had already released her arrow by the time he arrived on the scene, causing the other soldiers to shoot out into the trees and pull you all up in response. He was forced to hid behind a tree, eyes desperately searching for your familiar figure amongst the Avatar bodies and his siblings.
Neteyam’s eyes finally found your body, still in a soldiers grasp as they tried to pull you away towards where the others were gathering.
His gaze narrowed at the soldiers tight grip on you, robotically notching an arrow and drawing his bowstring back, almost immediately letting it go just as quick as his initial drawing of the arrow.
The arrow lodged itself in between the eyes of the soldier, it’s body slumping backwards as it’s grip loosened on your body, allowing you to follow its descent to the ground.
You groaned out in pain when your body made contact with the forest floor. You were too tired to move out of the way once you realized the soldier that had you in its arms had died, accepting your fall to the floor as gracefully as you could. The knife was still in your thigh, shooting electric hot pain up your leg upon being disturbed from the short fall.
You felt another pair of hands grab you and roughly pull you upwards, you screaming and kicking in retaliation. But just as quickly as their arms grabbed you, they let you go, a loud grunt and hiss following as their body was thrown to the side.
Neteyam had quickly made his way to you once he spotted another Avatar pull you up. He had unsheathed his knife and jumped on the soldier, causing the two of them to roll around on the floor before Neteyam brutally and repeatedly drove his weapon into the Avatar’s body, not stopping until he was certain that he caused enough damage to the fake Na’vi.
Stay away from her, he thought after every stab he inflicted, it’s not her time.
You had looked up when Neteyam delivered the final blow, slitting the insignificant soldier's throat.
You had never seen your mate this angry. Sure there were times where he lashed out at you after an argument or got so angry he hissed and growled at his brother for his ridiculous antics. But never, never have you ever seen him so vengeful. You didn’t even know if vengeful was the right word to describe how Neteyam looked like at the moment. But nothing else came to mind.
“Yawne,” you whispered out, desperate to catch your boyfriend's attention, wanting to get out of the line of fire as quickly as possible.
The teen whipped his head towards you, eyes dilated to the point where they looked like slits in his pupils. His chest was heaving up and down heavily, lungs taking big gulps of air as he did so. A few braids fell in front of his face, masking some of it as he looked at you.
His whole expression softened once he laid eyes on you. He could tell that you wanted to get as far away from the scene as you quickly could, that sad and traumatic look in your eyes at you pleaded with him.
Neteyam quickly shook out of his stupor and gathered you in his arms, being weary of the knife in your leg that he just noticed. Another thing that made him want to kill Quaritch himself.
“It’s okay, I got you yawntutsyip,” he whispered back, dodging all of the flying bullets and arrows he could as he weaved into the heavy forest foliage. His grip on you never faltered as he jumped over logs and ducked under stray branches to get you to safety. His whole body was on autopilot as he ran around, solely focused on getting you out of there alive.
Once Neteyam had decided he was far out enough to not be chased or caught by any more Avatar soldiers, he gently laid you down onto the soft grass, eyes quickly assessing your figure for any other injuries he should be aware about. He let out a sigh of relief when he came to the conclusion that you had no other wounds that needed tending to, softly bringing you into his arms for a warm embrace.
You immediately broke down into the hug, burrowing your face into the crook of Neteyam’s neck and wrapping your arms around his back to bring him in closer. Your sobs were a telltale sign of how distraught you were from the events that just occurred, brain still racing to process it all.
Neteyam softly shushed you as he put one hand on the back of your head and the other on the lower portion of your back, softly rubbing the skin in attempts to comfort you.
“You’re safe now, my love,” he whispered, kissing your hair, “I got you. You’re safe.”.
You relaxed into your lovers arms as he comforted you, feeling safe in his hold.
Neteyam had never gotten that blood thirsty before and that frightened him a little. If he acted like this when you were in trouble, can you imagine how’d he act if you actually died as a result of tonight’s events? He didn’t know the answer to that. All he knew was that you’re his and he’d do anything to ensure that it is not your time yet.
Hi, I love your page aesthetic it’s so cute! Could I request a Neteyam x reader fic where the reader thinks Jake is cute. And Neteyam gets all jealous and grumpy! Like super cute and fluffy. Thanks!!
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aaa thank uu!! and also thank you for bringing this idea in my head 🤠 so short im so sorry
You— What?
neteyam x gn! omaticaya! reader
"What are you saying?" Neteyam said as you sat across from him.
You sigh dreamily to tease him further, propping your chin on your fist. "I just think that your dad is cute...I mean look at him! And with the way he's looking now-" You smile, seeing Neteyam with a sour face in your peripheral vision as you looked at his dad standing, talking with his friend Norm.
"You- you find my dad 'cute'?" Neteyam said almost in disbelief.
"Yeah, I do." You said. In all honesty, you just found his dad cute, attractive, but nothing more. But once you learned that you fawning over Neteyam's dad gauged these reactions from him, and you being in a teasing mood, decided to spur him further.
"I can't believe you." Neteyam huffs, wanting you to look at him, instead, you were looking at his dad.
As if on cue, Jake turned and spots you looking at him, he sees you with his son and he sends a small smile your way before Norm had his attention again.
"My Eywa he smiled at me!" You squealed, acting like you were about to fall over as you swooned.
Neteyam looks between you and his dad. He pouted. "You know, his son is more good-looking." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh! I remember, Lo'ak looks really good in those braids of his." You smirked, finally looking at Neteyam.
Neteyam's mouth formed into an 'o' as he shakes his head once more.
"No, not him, the other one!"
"Hm?" You tilt your head at him. You chuckle, seeing your mate being grumpy and jealous all of a sudden. Neteyam scrunches his nose at you, before he was tugging you towards him, making you stumble on his lap as your arms went and wrapped around him.
"I said, I am more good-looking than any of them. Why choose me?" Neteyam whispered to you as you pulled away from him.
You laugh, grabbing both his hands and pressing kisses to his knuckles. The action made Neteyam's demeanor break as he returned to his old self, eyes looking at your lips before darting at your eyes, warmth spreading his cheeks.
"You big baby, of course they're nothing compared to you, my fine warrior." You say, squeezing his hands.
Your words filling his ears sends his tail perking up, swishing behind him.
"But you're dad is really cute I'm not going to lie-"
