now girlies imagine neteyam hold you close while rutting deep into you like a rabbit in heat yes?
warnings – neteyam himself is a warning y’all but for serious. size kink, trying to adjust his fat cock, p in v, top neteyam, kinda quickie?? but not really, cumming inside you, overstimulation, back arching smut (i’m joking.. or not 🙀) ofc neteyam babe is aged up to 19 to rearrange your guts guys
“taking me good” — neteyam sully (⨳)
things takes place fast as you’re placed on the mat of neteyam’s hammock before gasping when your mate starts to leave open kisses down your barely covered chest.
“neteyam, you know i’ve to aid th–“ he was quick to cut you off with coming up to your face level and placing a sharp kiss at your lips. “what about me?” he suddenly asks making you raise a brow with a confusion
“don’t i need an aid,” he looks down to his growing bulge for you to follow his eyes and swallow hard. “for this.” he dry humps you causing you to let a soft sigh out. “‘teyam” you call out his name, his favorite nickname. “yes princess?”
you knew kiri would cuss you out for not coming to help her patch the wounded people up but then again you really need this orgasm that’s starting to make you go feral. “we’ve only few minutes,” you use your elbows as a support to look at your mate who’s between your legs looking like a lost puppy
“few minutes, that’s all i need.” neteyam grins before removing both of your loincloth. you watch neteyam bend down to kiss your thighs probably assuming to eat you out before jackhammering you and quickly stop him. “i’m already ready, ‘teyeam” you tell him
“but princess, ion wanna hurt you” he tells you making you softly smile while his yellowish golden eyes shine at you. “you won’t, just please hurry up and fuck me”
that was the only word you needed to say. neteyam never fails to make you giggle with his eagerness while struggling to rub himself one or two thrust to make him hard enough to slip inside you quick
both of you moan at the feeling of him stretching you out. you close you eyes shut as you try to adjust the size of his blue cock inside you. “too big” you dare to whine making him chuckle
“i told you, you needed to be stretched” he licks his lips before caging you with each of his arms by the side of your head.
“‘teyeam” you softly moan not failing to make his chest tighten, god he’s so in love. “i’m here baby, right here” he brings your small hand to his chest as he slowly bottoms out and waits for your knitted brows and eyes to relax
you keep calling his name as he answers you with a grunt and sighs of pleasure. “it’s okay, you’re okay” he tells you as you give him a light tap to start moving his hips. “neteyam…” you cry out when the man draws almost fully out then painfully pushes back in
“oh dear mother!” you scream in pleasure, neteyam bites onto his lips hard as he keeps edging you to the cliff of your orgasm. “feels so good?” he asks not ashamed to growl when he feels you tightening
“feels so good, so fucking good” you whine again and again, tears breaming in your eyes.
neteyam watches you struggle trying to grip onto something strong that will at least save you from dying out of pleasure. “hold on to me, i’ve got you” he would say sneaking his arms by your waist and wrapping himself around you before pulling you up to sit on his firm thigh
“ngh..!” you would whimper when strong hands grip your hips helping you to move. “princess,” now neteyam wasn’t the type to actually moan loud but it was getting to much as you’re heat sucks him in. “i’m so deep, aren’t i?” your mate nips to your neck, marking you as his
you’d only nod for him to sneak his hands between you and press onto your bud lightly. “use your words, pretty girl” he would say making your orgasm one step closer. “yes, yes so deep” you nod moving your hips eager on chasing to see stars as you cum.
“slow down baby,” neteyam would chuckle. “we’ve got plenty of time.” — “neteyam!” you couldn’t even warn him you’re cumming as you gush all over him. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” he would growls fucking your juices back to you. the squelching sound being too much for his ear
neteyam feels his inside twist and balls tighten before he sinks you down to his girth. “gonna paint your walls nice and pretty” kisses are left on your cheeks, lips, neck and chest. “love you so much, pretty girl”
you feel his thick and warm cum oozes into your wall making you arch your back and press your swollen breast to his chest. “fuuuuck” neteyam cusses, forehead pressing to yours. “lookin’ so pretty when i stuff you with my load.” you shy away your gaze at his words
“no look at me when i tell you how you’re everything to me” he would hold your chin with his fingers and place a long kiss on your forehead. “i love you princess, i love you so much.”
“i love you more” you suddenly gasp when he thrusts upward. “no, never. that’s impossible thing to love me more” he tucks your braids behind your ear.
crying cause it’s not edited and i barely got enough sleep today :’( i love each and everyone of you. — likes + reblogs are appreciated and not pressured! mwah!!
Summary: You and Neteyam argued before he left for his 3-day hunt. After he arrived back to the reef, he discovered you were never waiting for him. He finds you unbraiding your hair near a tide pool and decides to offer his help.
Warnings: mostly angsty, little fluff towards the end. nswf, praise kink, oral p & oral v.
Word count: 4343.
Notes: not proofread! thank you for all the support!
Neteyam emerged from the islands forest, his bow carved from the last pieces of Hometree swung over his shoulder and a grove net carrying large reef fish. The Metkayina warrior, Kiawn, had already left to his family's pod, leaving Neteyam to deliver the hunt. The majority of the clan crowded the stone fire surrounding the shore. As he approached, some members clicked and cheered at his successful hunt. Neteyam bowed to the Olo'eyktan, gesturing his hand from his forehead down then handing him the net. Jake patted his shoulder, "how was it, son? Any trouble?"
He shook his hand, his braids sweeping across his shoulders, "No, sir." He sat across from his siblings, his eyes scanning the crowd for signs of you, but there wasn't a trace. Neteyam thought of you too much on his hunt. Like when he saw a sparkling pincer fish, or a sage green shell, he could just imagine the way your eyes would light up. But you plagued him, he could feel the texture of your wrist engrained on his calloused fingertips, and how it felt when you wrapped your delicate fingers around his arm to push him away. He gulped, attempting to blink away the guilt gnawing at his core.
"Kiri, have you seen her today?" He spoke softly, fumbling with his leather arm wrap and avoiding Kiri's gaze.
Her brows knit together, questioning why Neteyam would openly ask about you, but she nodded, wrapping Tuk's shoulders with a cloth. Tuk smiled, "she's taking her braids out so I can practice more later!"
Kiri agreed, "but I'm sure you can train more with her tomorrow. She wouldn't want to train you after a hunt this close to eclipse."
Neteyam pursed his lips, "right." Kiri looked up at him, puzzled, wanting him to explain why he would ask for you after whatever happened between you two in your pod. She had watched him follow you into your pod that night, but he came out stomping, his braids dramatically swinging side to side with his ears completely flat. But she wouldn't ask, not in-front of their parents. Neteyam and Kiri glanced at Netyiri then back at each other, before Kiri turned her back to sit next to Tuk. Neteyam pursued his lips, his ears flickering back and diverting his gaze again.
Lo'ak, oblivious to the quiet glances and furrowed brows looked at Neteyam, "why do you ask, bro, thought you guys got in a fight?" Kiri slapped his arm, hoping the comment didn't catch the attention of Jake and Neytiri. All three watched as Jake's ears flickered back, but he didn't turn around. Lo'ak rubbed his arm, shaking his head, "whatever."
You sat on a smooth stone, nearing a large tide pool. You pulled at your scalp braids unsuccessfully, throwing your arms down into the water with a sigh. Brushing your fingers along the vibrant purple fantail coral, bioluminescence following your touch. Schools of hammerbrow fish circled through the pool, around your ankles and between your fingers. Neteyam approached the tide pool, knowing you enjoy washing off on the far side of the clans shore where the coral blooms and the water shallow. He watched you adjust your pale green loincloth, the glass beads and shells dangling from the waist clicking against the rock before dipping your braids back into the tide. The tips of the flowering leaves from your top cover dipped into the water with you, sticking to your chest when you resurfaced. His cheeks flushed a light fuchsia, and he began to feel like he should have announced himself earlier. He was nervous to make his presence known, unsure of what to say after what he had said to you. After what you had said to him. "Hey" he said, laying his bow against a nearby rock.
Your ears perked up, checking your top to be sure you're decent, "Neteyam.." Wordlessly, he sat on the side of the rock, his legs crossed into the edge of the water. You watched him, the way he carefully set his legs along the shore, careful to not disturb the delicate corals and baby crustaceans crawling along the reef. As your eyes traced his torso, you noticed there was some bruising along the top of shoulder to the middle of his bicep, maybe from carrying the bow or ropes of fish across the islands. You thought about his hunt, whether his shoulder bothered him the whole time and spoiled his first hunt. You thought maybe you spoiled his first hunt, by arguing with him the night before he left. The air was thick between you two, but you didn't quite feel ready to resurface everything you two had spoken of.
"The hunt, how was it? Did Kiawn all the credit?" You offered him a half smile, bringing your hands back to your scalp to undo your braids. He let out a breathy laugh, "It was.. different than the forest. If you were there, I would have learned more" Neteyam looked up at you, ears flat, and his tail carefully waving behind him.
You shook your head, "I'm no hunter."
His shifted his eyes down toward the tide pool, following the movement of glider fins, "but no, he did not, I delivered the hunt to Olo'eyktan myself. You were supposed to accept my hunt with him."
Your chest tightened, ears flicking down. You hadn't expected him to care about your absence. Suddenly, flowers of guilt bloomed beneath you "do not.." You sentence trailed of into a sigh. You reached your hand to his sore shoulder, delicately tracing the bruises, "Let's go back to my pod, I will treat this." He slightly pulled away from you, shaking his head, "I am not hurt."
Then silence. You know you should apologize for not being there but then you would have to apologize for so much more, and you couldn't. You groaned, shifting over to the edge of the smooth stone, "Fine, Teyam, sit."
He obliged, acting as if he was doing it just for you but, truthfully, he had been waiting for you to offer. Neteyam watched you undo your braids, one eye squinted, pulling at your scalp. Saltwater droplets delicately rolled down your jaw, falling to your collarbone. "You are like a child" he remarked, "cannot even take your braids out."
You rolled your eyes, "skxawng." His hands reached up to your braids, "let me take care of it for you." You let out a quiet hiss, shifting your head to the side, "I don't need help, Neteyam."
He scowled, "stop being difficult." His calloused fingers intertwined with your hair, gently unlacing the braids Tuk messily weaved together. Your breath hitched in your throat, the only times you two had touched each other was when you were critiquing his hunting position, or the few times he offered to tie your necklace. You felt your nervousness melt, unusually comfortable under his touch. You momentarily had forgotten about fight and the weird tension that lingers between the two of you. "Thank you" you mumbled, fidgeting with the shells of your loin cloth, "usually Kiawn does my braids, you weren't supposed to find out I'm the only Metkayina who cannot braid" You let out a quiet laugh, but Neteyam scrunched his face at the thought of Kiawn here beside you. Neteyam's chest was pressed against the side of your arm, his slender fingers were entangled in your wispy hair. He couldn't fathom another man this close to you, it's too intimate. Is it because Kiawn was a better warrior? Is Kiawn a worthy mate in your eyes? Neteyam tugged some of your hair, smirking at your irritation. You were quick to hiss at him but broke into a smile once you met his gaze.
"Does he still braid your hair?" Neteyam questioned, his fingers still wrapped around a few loose strands of hair. Your hand reached up to his, and as he let go, you brushed his knuckles against your lips, "no, Neteyam, he does not." Neteyam's ears flicked with surprise and his amber eyes widened at your touch. You touched his hand. Truthfully, you surprised yourself, matching his widen eyes and stifled breathes. He slowly slipped his hand from your grip, and you quickly turned back to face the tide, placing your hands back into your lap.
His forearms laid against your back, and he paused to trace your tattoo with his fingers. Neteyam was never given the opportunity to be this close to your tattoo, he was enchanted by the way the black ink wrapped around your shoulders, climbing up the back of your neck like ivy. He figured he could quickly admire your tattoo, fast enough before you swatted him away. Instead, you smiled shyly, shivering under his touch, "Your tattoo would be on your arms. That's where warriors are given their tattoos." His smile began to falter, 'warrior.' It rolled off your tongue so thoughtlessly, but it was only a few nights ago you had told him how unworthy of a warrior he was, and he told you how unworthy of a Tsahìk you were. You felt the air go still; his fingers now cold against your shoulders and his body stiffened near yours. Neteyam stayed quiet, patting down your hair where the braids once were. You frowned at his silence, hoping he would do anything to acknowledge the uncomfortable tension between you two, even something as small as waving his tail. You momentarily closed your eyes, "say it, Neteyam."
"What?" He removed his hands from you, placing them at his side. You turned your body closer to face him, but still wouldn't look at his face, "say what you have been wanting to tell me, what you have been thinking about."
Neteyam paused, his eyes roaming over your scrunched face and closed eyes. He flattened his ears, "why would you call me a warrior? After what happened, why would you tell me that? You would not even accept my hunt." He spoke calmly as his face gravitated closer to yours. You could feel the guilt and regret pooling at your feet. Your eyes saddened, but you remained silent. What could you say? There was no explanation or apology that could undo the way your words imprinted on his heart.
He continued, "am I not a worthy warrior?"
Your head snapped to face him, contouring into an unreadable expression, "am I not a worthy Tsahìk? Do not expect an apology from me." Your words were short, but your teal eyes stayed wide and desperate for Neteyam to keep talking, anything to suppress the growing silence between you two. His ears flickered, eyes softening at your vulnerability. Neteyam reached towards your jaw, briefly brushing his thumb under your eyes, "is Kiawn a greater warrior than me?"
You tilted your head up slightly, peering up at him with furrowed brows, "Kiawn? What does he have to do with this? W-With us?" you stuttered, confused and completely thrown off by his comment. You would have never thought Neteyam would compare himself to another warrior, let alone a warrior less than him. Neteyam was always the greatest warrior. His hands traced down your jaw, along your neck to caress the sides of your forearms, "you are a remarkable Tsahìk, and I have only wanted you to look at me the way I look at you. I don't need an apology, yawne, I know what you really meant that night. You want to protect your family, like me. I experience you, my love, we are one" Neteyam gently moved on his hands over your heart, his fingers brushing over your collar bone. His bioluminescent spots sparkled beneath his eyes and in a little circle on his forehead, his amber eyes peered up at you, trying to read the expression painted on your face.
You face saddened, your bottom lip pouted out and you tilted your head. Both your hands wrapped around his face, your finger gently brushing against the feathers in his hair. It felt as if the months of bickering and indifference had dissolved into the reef, leaving you yearning for something more to keep you connected to Neteyam. At your fingertips, you felt his ears flicker, watching as his eyes traced every inch of your face. You carefully moved one of your hands down to his chest, over his heart, "I see you, Neteyam."
His lips parted, quickly glancing at the hand you placed on his chest, back at your iridescent oval eyes. Neteyam felt his pulse quicken, pulling you closer by your waist, "I see you."
He tucked loose strands of hair behind your ear, swiping his thumb across your lips, "let me prove to you that I am worthy of you."
You nodded slowly, shifting onto your knees to level yourself slightly above him, looking down into amber eyes and illuminate markings. You traced your fingers down the bridge of his nose, crossing under his eyes, feeling his shallow breathes against your chest. He liked the way you observed him, the way you memorized every mark on his face and how it felt when his chest rose. His hands wrapped behind your head, tilting your head down to him. You responded by gliding your chin across the edges of his face. Neteyam hummed beneath you, his eyes flickering closed for just a moment, before gently guiding your lips to his. He kissed you softly, helping you onto his lap, both of your knees interlocked with each other. As his kisses turned more demanding, you closed the little space left between you two, his hold on your waist deepened. Your center accidentally bucked against his thigh causing you to gasp, letting out the smallest whine. The pleasure waved through your body, causing your nails to dig into the side of his neck. You quickly looked down, breaking the kiss trying to conceal your violet flushed cheeks, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.."
"Do not feel embarrassed, is that what you want, pretty girl? Neteyam murmured, his hand traveling slowly up to your chin, positioning it back up to look in his eyes. You squirmed on top of him, feeling heat spread from behind your lower back up your spine. He smirked at your crimson cheeks and needy demeanor, "Use your words, is this what you want?"
You breath hitched, "yes, Neteyam, this is what I want" your hands smoothed down his neck, "But-but you have not completed your rites, by Eywa we cannot mate.."
"I know, I know" he cooed, "when we mate, I want it to be sacred. For now, let me take care of you" He brought his head down into the crook of your neck, scattering small kisses along your collar. Neteyam savored the taste of saltwater that coated your skin and your sweet smell, like the forests Sun Lillies, "okay?" You throat felt dry, ears flickering down before you nodded slowly. He caressed your back, laying you down on the smooth stone as he climbed on top of you. You tried to prop yourself up by your hand, but Neteyam kissed you desperately, pulling your waist up against his as he did so. You placed your hand over his back, the sand stuck to your fingertips pricking against his skin. It stung his nerves, the granulated sand rough against his skin, your nails trailing down his spine, your small hands pulling at his hair. It made his blood heat and ache between his thighs. Neteyam groaned while gently untied your floral knit top, nipping at the flesh as his traveled down to your naval. You threw your neck back, letting out breathy moans, hands still tangled in his braids while he marked you from your chin down to your center. His slender fingers brushed against your nipples as he sucked the tender flesh on your hip bone.
"Please, Teyam" you pleaded, bucking your hips slightly forward. You couldn't take his teasing any longer. He smirked, "so needy, my love. Tell me what you want" he lowered himself off the stone, admiring how pretty you looked sprawled out, hair trailing over the rock, a breathy mess with swollen lips and blushed ears, your legs spread just for him, with only the thin sage loin cloth draped over your wetness. You suddenly felt nervous with the way he ogled you, closing your legs just a little, "I- you- you know, Neteyam." You felt yourself losing composure, begging and flustered in a way you hadn't felt before. Neteyam reached for the shells hanging from your loin cloth, very slowly pulling the tie loose, "you are so perfect, baby, you don't need to feel nervous, keep those pretty legs open for me." He was kneeling in front of you, eyeing your center as your tie came undone. He let the fabric rest over your slit, planting sweet kisses down your thigh and gently over your clit.
Your muscles tightened, desperate for him to completely undress you. You reached to hold the hand he had wrapped around your hip bone, letting out shattered breathes. He loved how quickly you unraveled for him, so he brushed your loin cloth off, and skimmed his tongue from your sweet spot up to your navel. You shuddered, letting out a sweet little cry, flickering your eyes shut and laying your head back, but Neteyam quickly interrupted, "eyes on me, pretty girl." But before you could lift your head up enough to see him, his tongue fluttered over a cluster of nerves, causing your breath to hitch. Neteyam smoothed his fingers over yours before slipping his hand back down around your hip bone, pulling you deeper into him. Tension coiled beneath your cluster, Neteyam releasing it by circling you with his flattened tongue. You tilted your head, finally peering down at Neteyam below you, to find his eyes already locked on you. His amber eyes peered up at your, hungry and lustful. You let out a sharp moan, withering under his touch. You wanted to pull him up by this jaw and taste yourself on his lips, but before you could speak, he slipped two of his slender fingers inside you. You sucked in a breath, back arched, whimpering slurred pleas to Neteyam, his name staining your lips. "So wet for me, baby, that make you feel good?" He curved his fingers, gently pressing against your sweet spot, causing your eyes to roll back, a guttural moan escaping your throat, "Oh, Eywa, Neteyam.. so good.."
Neteyam could barely take it anymore, the way his name stained your tongue, and your fingers pulling at his braids, his erection throbbed, aching for release. You tightness pulsated around his fingers, as he slide them in and out at a hungry pace, while rapidly swirling his tongue over your bud. Neteyam was sloppy, salvia running down his chin, savoring your sweet utumauti taste, you were intoxicating, "good girl, you are doing so good for me" he cooed.
You felt dizzy, your eyes drifting from him to the midnight sky, letting out trembling whines, "I love how you feel inside me, Ma Teyam, please, I'm so close" you pleaded, lighting covering your mouth to muffle the desperate moans you couldn't seem to hold back. But as you did so, Neteyam suddenly slowed his pace, "I want to hear you, pretty girl, I won't let you cum until I hear you."
You let out a shaky breath, jerking your hips onto his fingers to fuck yourself with them. Your whimpered his name, feeling every nerve in your body dissolve into pleasure. Neteyam gripped your hip bones to stop you from fucking yourself with him, "that's for me, sweetheart." You were melting, thighs trembling over him and tears building up, "please, Tey, please!"
He fingered you recklessly, hitting your sweet spot and lapping softly over your cluster. He was starving, on his knees groaning into your wetness as you begged him for release. He loved the warmth between your legs, your thighs brushing against his ears and your calf dangled over his shoulder. Neteyam felt his erection harden, an orb of precum finding home on his cockhead. You were chasing climax, your walls fluttering around his fingers and hips fluttering downwards. He smirked, "you want to cum on my fingers for me, pretty girl?" You nodded frantically, arching your back, yelping at the way his fingers adjusted to this newfound angle.
"Ma Neteyam, I-I.. you're going to make me cum" and with one last thrust, you felt shockwaves envelope your body, tears breaking your waterline, "Teyam!" Your legs trembled in his hold, ecstasy swallowing your senses, prickling up your fingertips until your vision went starry. His tongue lightly ghosted over your cluster once more, before nibbling on the sensitive flesh from your thigh up to your knee. Your chest heaving, pleased hums escaping your lips. You wanted to thank him, but your throat felt hoarse from all the pleading and moaning. Neteyam trailed bites, gently flicking his tongue out, from your naval up to your collarbone. He caressed your jaw, his lips weaving with yours, and you brushed your tongue along his to taste yourself on him. He let out a hushed, needy groan at the motion, slipping his arms beneath you to lift you from the rock, laying you against the soft sand with your back rested against the stone. Your head was leaned into his chest, knees slightly closed and pulled up to you. Neteyam studied your glazed eyes, glistening with adoration and affection.
You peered down at his desperate erection, pulling at his loin cloth. You licked your bottom lip, swallowing nervously before shifting on top to straddle him. You gently nibbled at his neck, earning a small grunt to escape past his lips, "baby, let me hold you, what are you doing?" He squeezed your thighs lightly, grinning when you yelped.
"Ma Neteyam, I want to taste you" you purred, letting your hands travel down to his loin cloth. Neteyam sucked in a breath, his face growing hot and flushed at just your words. You could feel hardness twitch against your thigh, before tugging the thin fabric off of him. His cock laid against your pelvic bone, precum oozing from his tip. Your eyes widen, awestruck at his length causing Neteyam to inflate with pride. You lowered yourself, your small hands feeling down his waist, planting small kisses on his hip bone. You kneeled in front of him, head down and back arched even though you could feel the soreness between your legs. Neteyam watched you, the way your tail waved above your head and the kisses you place near the base of his cock. He swept his knuckles against your cheek, brushing loose strands of hair out of your face and tucking them behind your ear, "fuck, I want you, sweetheart, I need you" Neteyam pleaded, caressing behind your neck. You glided your tongue from the base up the length of his shaft, swirling over the salty essence dripping down. You could feel the small veins against your lips as his hips jerked forward. He let out a rasped moan, tightening his grip on the hair near the back of your head, "f-fuck.."
You wrapped your dainty fingers around his erection, smoothly dragging your hand up and down his length. Lips parted around his cock, taking him into your mouth as you jerked him. He attempted to hold his hips still to avoid gaging you but the coiling tension at his core was making him needy for more. You peered up at him to find his eyes already on you, mouth agape, ragged breathes and grunts, his braids falling in-front of his face. You moaned onto his shaft, his expression arousing you once again.
"Your pretty little mouth feels so fucking good, love" he released a raspy moan, running his fingers through your hair. But he was desperate, and your gentle kisses were just making him hungry for more. He wrapped your hair between his fingers, gripping the back of your head, "baby, is this okay?" Your ears flickered up; you know what we really wanted. You unlocked your jaw, placing one hand on his base and the other on his hip bone. Neteyam bucked his hips into your mouth, his erection hitting against the back of your throat. Your back arched, drool dripping down your neck onto your chest.
"I want to cum in your mouth, my perfect girl. Look at you, taking me so well" Neteyam praised, stifling breathy moans. You quietly gagged; your eyes began to water causing his core to tighten. He loved how you tended to him. His thrusts began erratic and messy, hips stuttering inside you, his fingers gently pulling through your hair, "baby, I-I'm going to cum inside your- f-fuck- your mouth."
You gazed at him as he came undone, releasing his essence into your throat, your name effortlessly rolling off his tongue. You slowly bobbed your head up and down his length, milking every last drop of his seed. He let out an unrestrained moan, gently tugging you up by the back of your neck. As his cock fell out of your mouth, his cum dripped down your lips. He swiped his thumb over his cum, opening your mouth and placing it right at the center of your tongue, "good girl, just like that, baby.." You hummed, sucking his thumb clean. Neteyam leaned down, pulling your face closer to his by your jaw, laying a soft kiss against your swollen lips.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, reconnecting your lips to his. He let out a low chuckle, lifting you up by your waist into his lap, "your hairs a mess" he teased, tucking random strands behind your ears. You grinned, "says you! Feathers flying everywhere" you tugged at his feather braids before nuzzling your head between his neck. You closed your eyes, inhaling his musky, forest scent before planting a delicate kiss on his collar bone. He purred comfortably, "Ma yawntutsyìp, we should get back, it is way past eclipse."
You deepened your embrace, "no, Ma Neteyam, let's sleep here tonight, the reef is lovely."
Neteyam laid a feathery kiss against your temple, leaning his head onto yours, "okay, my love, that sounds perfect."
Warnings- siblings being siblings, lots of hate on Spider, the whole family are sassy 😭
A/n- Hiii! I had to half this because it was getting to long so there is going to be a part 2 to part 3 😂 ALSO I just want to say thank you for everyone liking this! And I’m sorry that I haven’t reply to those who messaged! I would but every time I do my other account shows and says that I written it from that one, but thank you to those who have messaged saying that they want to be tagged and that they like the story so far!
Quick info- Y/n- 12 years old, Spider- 11 years old, Neteyam- 10 years old, Kiri- 9 years old, Lo’ak- 9 years old, Tuk- 3 years old.
Waking up slowly, y/n heard the wild animals out in the forest and in the sky, she felt the wind brush across her bear arms and legs, she also felt the heavy pressure of her brother, Neteyam, leg across her stomach as he snored still peacefully sleeping, and also heard a small high pitched voice right next to them.
“Y/n! Neteyam!”
She felt small hands grip onto her body, pushing her every so often as they switched between her and her brother.
“Leave me alone.” She muttered under her breath, turning on her side shooing the person away, as well as pushing her brother off of her, to which he grunted as his foot harshly fell on the floor. She heard the person whine, smacking her arm slightly as they sat back down.
“Here, watch this.” She heard another voice whisper.
It was silent after that, small foot steps running out of their family hut. Finally the hut returned back to it’s peaceful state, no screaming kids, no fights, just the wind, waterfalls, and the animals she would hear every so often.
Peace and quiet.
Y/n finally felt herself drift off back to sleep, that was until she felt cold water splash onto her face. She gasped as she sat up, eyes locking onto Lo’ak and Kiri, holding a wooden bowl between them. Not only did the water splash her but her brother that laid next to her.
“Lo’ak.” Neteyam hissed out.
“Run.” Mumbled Kiri.
“Tsk, skxawngs.” Y/n said under her breath, her two younger siblings running out of the hut screaming and laughing as their older brother ran after them, dodging their mother, who was holding a sleepy Tuktirey on her hip, on the way out of the hut.
“What is happening?” Asked Netyiri, stroking Tuk’s hair as she walked further into their family hut.
“Lo’ak and Kiri are just being Lo’ak and Kiri.” She replied wiping the remaining water off of her face. Netyiri scoffed, looking towards the direction of where her children ran off toward.
“You should follow after them.” She stated, sitting down and placing Tuk in front of her, going through her braids, undoing some and re-braiding it to make them neater as her hair kept growing at unimaginable speed.
“But why? They are fine going by themselves now!”
Netyiri tutted as she looked up, narrowing her eyes at y/n as if daring her to try and challenge her.
Y/n groaned, dramatically falling to her side.
“They want to meet with the stray cat, and I don’t trust them alone together.” Netyiri said, continuing with her work.
The stray cat as people like to call him around the Omatikaya clan, is a small pink fleshed kid with dirty blonde dreadlocks called Spider. She can’t remember how he came to be and how he and her siblings became friends but she did know one thing, and that was that she did not like this kid. He wears the clothes of Na’vi and paints blue markings onto himself saying that he’s Na’vi, which you found utterly embarrassing. But no matter what he says or what he does, in Y/n’s books he will never be classed as a Na’vi. Never.
Not only was he human but he was always getting himself into trouble and dragging Lo’ak with him. And who had to save them. Y/n. Of course she doesn’t want to save him, but then her siblings start crying and hitting her saying that they will tell their Mother and Father. Not that Netyiri really cares what happened to the stray, but Y/n would rather save the pink fleshy thing rather than the scolding of Jake a hundred times over.
Y/n groaned once more before standing up, grabbing her knife and securing it around her hips before slowly walking out of the hut in the directions of where her younger brothers and sister ran off toward.
“Tsk, children.” Netyiri sighed under her breath.
Y/n walked past members of the clan who bowed their head at the young girl, which the young Na’vi did the same. Although she wouldn’t be the next Olo’eyktan (because Jake and Netyiri aren’t her biological Mother and Father), she was still the oldest daughter of the Olo’eyktan and Tsakarem, as well as her biological Father being the Olo’eyktan before dying in battle and her Mother that was meant to be the future Tsahìk but never got to finish her Tsakarem due to the sky people.
Y/n walked into Mo’at’s hut, who was sitting in the centre, a stone motor in one hand and a pessel in the other, grinding herbs and plants making medical pastes for the injured and sick Na’vi, her grandmother grumbling under her breath about what she need to do and get.
“Grandmother.”
Mo’at hummed in response, picking up other herbs and placing them in the motor.
“Do you know where my brothers and sister have run off to?”
“How would I know. They are not my children to look after.” She grunted.
Y/n rolled her eyes. Although it didn’t look like it, she had a really close relationship with her grandmother, and spent most of her time with her if she wasn’t with her siblings. She liked spending time with her grandmother, not only did she get taught special remedies, rituals and learnt more about Eywa but she learnt a lot about her mum and dad as well as her grandfather.
“Grandmother, please.” She begged.
Mo’at sighed as she placed down her belongings, turning her head to face Y/n, “They came in here made a mess, then ran off saying something about meeting someone.”
Y/n groaned, rushing out of her grandmothers hut and toward the edge of the village, her grandmother calling out to her, “you better watch that attitude, y/n or your younger siblings will pick up on it!”.
As Y/n got to the edge of the village she saw her siblings giggling with each other as they slowly made their descent down, jumping on vines connecting to other mountains and trees.
Running over she came to a stop just beside Lo’ak, roughly ruffling his head, which he pushed her hand off him, hissing.
“Are you lot going to meet the stray?” She asked.
Kiri rolled her eyes, “he has a name you know. It’s Spider.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“We’re going to meet dad after for training.” Neteyam said, skipping to the other side of a vine and jumping down onto the forest floor. Y/n hummed in acknowledgment, jumping down and turning around to help her younger siblings down.
Once she made sure all her siblings where on the forest floor safely, she nodded to Neteyam to take lead, to which he turn around quickly and took off, “first one there wins!” He shouted, jumping over and ducking under fallen logs.
“Hey! That’s no fair, Neteyam!” Lo’ak screamed, chasing after him.
Y/n let out a loud laugh, she enjoyed these times where her younger siblings could relax and just enjoy themselves rather than making sure they was on their best behaviour since their father was Olo’eyktan and Toruk Makto, although that didn’t stop them from miss behaving on certain occasions.
Y/n grabbed Kiri, putting her on her back as she ran after her two brothers. Throughout the forest all that could be heard was the young Na’vi children laughing and shouting at each. The animals of Pandora watched as the siblings would push each other trying to take the lead of the group, jumping up into trees to run across the thick branches or leaping across small streams of water, laughing and teasing one another if one of them had slipped or got hit in the face by a branch.
Their laughter continued as they came to stop in the clearing. Y/n sitting at the bottom of a trunk, looking up at the leaves as the sun beamed down between them, she basked in the sunlight, feeling the warmth seep into her skin, “when is he meant to be meeting you?”
The three younger siblings looked around the forest, keeping their eye open for the small human boy. “Soon.” Stated Lo’ak, Kiri nodding along with him.
Y/n hummed, “well you know the rules, don’t go to far.”
“Yes.” Lo’ak groaned out, rolling his eyes.
A few minutes later a young boy wearing a mask emerged from the forest along with a large Avatar, who she recognised as Spider and Norm.
Norm was rambling on about something in English to the boy, which he kept reply yes to. Although Y/n didn’t know a lot of English like her younger siblings do, she could alway pick out a few words here and there.
“Ah! Y/n, I didn’t know you would be here!” Norm said in Na’vi.
Y/n grunted, “I’m here to look after my younger siblings. Make sure they don’t get into trouble.”
Although y/n didn’t like the sky people, despise them. She had a few she didn’t mind, despite her attitude, one of them being Norm (though she found it weird that he could go from human to Avatar with a click of a button), Max and Grace, although she had passed away, y/n felt like she knew her though the stories that the elders, Jake and Norm have told her. And let’s not forget about Jake. She remembered when she first found out that he was originally one of them, she felt horrified. But as she grew she became to love him like a father, how he fought for her family, her land. But in her books he was no longer a sky person, a human. He was Na’vi, a brother to the Omatikaya people.
“Ohhh, okay.” Norm replied, believing that the young Na’vi just wanted to hang out with her siblings and Spider, but because of how stubborn she was she would never let anyone know that she wanted to play with a human boy.
Y/n grunted as she rolled her eyes, looking across the forest, not wanting to indulge with Norm.
Then finally came the time when Norm was saying his goodbyes, not before talking Spider’s ear off about being safe and sticking with the Sully’s and to listen to Y/n.
As Norm disappeared into the forest, the children quickly started talking to each other, telling one another what they have missed from the two days they have been separated from each other, before they decided that it was time to play.
“Hey Y/n, do you want to play with us?” Spider asked, walking up to the girl who remained sitting down.
“I’m good, Stray.” She replied nonchalantly, although there was a hint of venom behind her words.
Spider let out a harsh breath, shaking his head in frustration as he turned, walking towards Lo’ak, “Why is she always so mad at me.”
Lo’ak let out a loud laugh, his head tilted back as if he heard the funniest joke in the whole world. Spider raised an eyebrow at his friend.
“No. No you got all wrong, cuz.” Lo’ak shook his head, placing his hand on his shoulder, “she just doesn’t like humans all that much.”
Spider scoffed, “are you sure? It seems like she only hates me. Do you think it’s because she found out who my father was.”
“No, trust me. If she knew who you was related to she would probably kill you. I mean, I’d kill you if you killed my parents.” Lo’ak shrugged his shoulders.
“Lo’ak.” Spider hissed.
“Anyway let’s go play! We have to meet our dad for training later, so we might not have enough time to play.” Lo’ak said, pushing Spiders shoulder before running in the direction he saw Neteyam and Kiri run off towards.
Before Spider left, he turned his head looking towards where Y/n was sitting, leaning on the trunk, her head against the tree bark as she stared up into the sky, watching the Ikran fly throughout the mountains.
He let out a sigh before following his friend.
It seems that whatever he did she would always take a disliking towards him.
neteyam and anoung obviously have a rivreral over you for some odd reason
tirseya and you grew up together and have been bestfriends forever
but when kiri was added to the mix you where 3 pea's in a pod and had a blast i might make senarios of you guys.
neytiri runs the nature protection protest and all of that stuff, working part time along with jake so they have time for the kids.
neteyams a golden boy getting A's, captain of the track co captain with anoung on bascket ball.
rotox is a good friend to you, you know thoese gay best friends but their not gay? but will let you paint their nails and make them pretty for some snacks.
lo'ak sooo bad at math tirseya tutories him.
he helps her in english.
Ronal is a mid wife at the hospital and top of the chain one, but otherwise she helps out alot with her children and is a stay at home mum while pregnant.
tonowari runs the school or is very involved with the community, like very involved. but not in a snobby way.
He's your typical joe that will help you with anything you ask for.
Your parents, your dad loves listening to the sports podcast, works at the pub and use to travel the world with your mum
dad body for sure
tell me now your mum is not hot, you can't beacuse she is.
she works had quite the exciting life, but loves being a mum more. she loved you though she does quostion her own choices of parenting sometimes. she knows she raised you well.
ronal, neytiri, and your mum. wine friends.
they gossip, play dirty games make dirty comments drink wine and love to party.
your dads will stand around the barbque and talk about the latest sports things, and their experiences.
all of your dads work at the school. jake is couch with Tonowari, but your dad is history teacher, which was why you knew so much about your culture and eywa.
tuk plays pady cake, and tic tac toe with you guys when you have a girls night at kiri's.
neytirir will join you all, wearing face mask, doing each other hair and watching romcon and the acasional horror but thats when tuk is in bed asleep.
you guys will not stop talking and neytiri even talks about her experiences with boys with enough wine ;)
anoung makes tiktoks with you and goes swimming on the beach with you alot, you went four wheeled driving with him and his family once. and it was crazy. Tonowair got skill's with cars.
the sully's are alway so funny to be around though, neteyam is embarrsesed at first but you calm him down and say that you had a nice time at his.
your though are an average student, you rock in the arts like kiri and make short films that you show to your family.
your parents have saved every single short film you made ever since you were 12.
Pt 2? any specific thing you wanna know or should i just write an fanfic for you guys?
A small piece of a bigger project I'm working on. Basically how my OC would save her brother. Heavy spoilers
Neteyam Lives
My brain almost couldn't comprehend what was happening right now. Neteyam, my big brother, was bleeding out in my lap. His hand clutched mine, feeling clammy. I couldn't tell if it was from the water or his wound. His breath was fast and shallow. I could hear his lungs shuttering. His heart was slowing. Under all the voices of my family, the racing of my own heart, and the crashing of the waves, that’s all I could hear—his heart. Neteyam’s heart is a sound that always brought peace to my life. The Sky People are taking that away from me right now. His grip keeps slipping. He’s gasping. Look at me, Nateyam. It’s ok. You’re going to be ok. A hand rested on my shoulder. Whipping around, Tsireya had a sad look in her eyes. They wear filled with tears. I could feel my eyes start to burn. No. No, he can’t. He’s not going to die!
“Dad… I wanna go home!” Neteyam’s face pinched in pain. My breath shuddered, trying to keep my sobs down. This feeling of rocks in my chest was too much. Dad soothed Neteyam as best he could. His hands shook, too. I tapped his arm. Please, Dad. Do something! We locked eyes and he shook his head.
“I can’t, baby.” I heaved a sob, my throat going raw. An Ikran's cry sounded from above, but I couldn’t look up.
“No!” Mom was here. I watched her collapse near me, hands finding mine and Neteyam’s. "No, no, ,no, no…" Mom kept repeating. Her hands pressed tightly to his wound and he cried. Neteyam. His heart was slowing even more. Why do these people keep hurting us? All this pain because the Sky People killed their land and want ours? They can have it! Take it all! Just leave my family alone. My brother doesn’t deserve this.
"Mo, Mo'teya. Y- You can help him!" Lo'ak reached over and grabbed my four arms. His eyes had a wild look, scared, sad, and hopefully all at once. Everyone looked at us. "You did it in the forest once, we watched you! You saved the syaksyuk without even trying!" The syaksyuk? That was years ago. I haven't been forced to do such a thing in so long. "My daughter, what is he saying?" Mom gasped at me. Could I? It didn't always work. In the lab, many Na'vi died because I failed to revive them. What would my parents say when they realize I can pull someone from Eway's arms? There is no plant to connect to from this rock, no connection to Eywa. I can't- "N-N-No, Mo. Don't," Neteyam croaked. His breathing was beginning to grow shallow and rapid. Only Neteyam knew how harshly reviving a whole person affected me. Only my brother would tell me not to save him. Fuck everyone else. I'm doing this. I don't care if my family ends up abandoning me. I'm doing this. I reached over and pulled Lo'ak's knife from him. Lo'ak reached out and pulled Mom away.
"What are you doing, Mo'teya? What are you doing?" Mom refused to let go of Neteyam's hand. I ignored her, crawling on top of my brother. His chest was drenched in blood, the smell mixing with the water. The water. "Mo, get off! Mo?" Dad tried to pull on my shoulders. "M-Mo, no," Neteyam begged. His hand covered mine, still pressed into his wound. I pulled away from Neteyam and Dad. They needed to shut up and let me concentrate. Taking a big breath, I sliced deep into my palm with Lo'ak's blade. Everyone yelled out while I hissed. This hurt. Fuck, I don't remember this hurting so bad. Blood ran down my hand and onto Neteyam's chest. At the same time, I could feel my chest tightening and my head growing full. So my body remembers. Good. "Shit, Mo," Lo'ak kept my mother from pulling me to her. She choked on her breath, eyes wide. "Lo'ak! Release me!"
I dropped Lo'ak's knife and brought my other hand to my mouth. This was going to hurt more. The shock is wearing off from my left hand. I breathed deep, letting air expand my body, before biting down on my palm. Shit, shit, shit. Yep. This hurt more. So much more. I let go and sniffed. Tears welled up in my eyes again. Please, Eway, let this work. Let me pull another from you. Let me keep my brother. I watched as Neteyam's breath slowed. His chest shook, struggling to fill with air. We held eye contact. His soft eyes pleaded with me. I couldn't figure out whether it was to save him or let him go. I smiled, trying to calm him. All I could do was wait till his heart stopped and he entered Eway's land. Then, his heart thumped for the last time. His eyes held mine as Neteyam himself faded away, leaving empty pits of yellow. Someone, probably Mom, screamed behind me. Now, it's time.
I dug my palm into Neteyam's wound, my blood mixing with his. I reached over and put my hand in the water. Water is a giver and taker of life. Water itself could be used as a direct connection to Eway, like a tree or an animal. This would be my entry point. Get into the connection and cut off the transfer of energy. My family tried to call my attention to them, but Lo'ak and Tsireya kept them away. I ignored all of them, closing my eyes. I needed to clear my head. Calm. Be calm. Breath. In. Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out. Now count.
One. A bright light flashed behind my eyelids. I could hear voices, so many it was overwhelming. Some called out my name. Some laughed and cheered, and some gasped and sobbed. My hands tingled and burned, half from the power surging in my body, half from the nerves screaming in pain. I couldn't see anything, yet. This was the easy part, just getting in there. I need to find Neteyam before he moves too far out of my reach.
Two. The bright light faded into the forest, and the familiar smell made me want to cry. Bugs buzzed in my ears, animals made their calls. Water was running not far to my left. I walked towards it, hearing Neteyam cheer. Brushing a leaf out of my way, I found my brother, laughing at the fish in the pond. He was smiling so brightly, full of nothing but joy. It was startling to see, compared to the pained and scared look I had just witnessed. “Mo’teya? What are you doing here?” Neteyam had finally noticed me. His eyes blew wide and he seemed concerned. Did he not know what was going on? I reached out a hand, waiting for him to take it. He stared, puzzled. “What is it?” I just shook my head and bobbed my hand. He needed to take my hand so we can get out of here. “Mo, I don’t know what you want. You should go bac-” “Neteyam! Shut up and take my hand!” I couldn't with him right now. I watched Neteyam’s face pale and his mouth pop open. He had never heard my voice before. Funny the first words he hears from me is for him to shut up. “O-Okayyyy. Since when could you speak?” I ignored him and pulled him away from the water. His hand felt warm in mine like this was just a normal day at home. My palms still screamed and burned, so I was still connected to Neteyam. Lo’ak and Tsireya are doing a good job. “Whatever happens, don’t let go.”
Breath in. Breath out. Two.
My eyes slid shut again, after taking the forest in once more. "Mo, I don't like this. Let me find Dad, we gotta tell them you can talk!" I squeezed Neteyam's hand tight as the lights started to flash again. My heart raced and Neteyam's grip turned into hot lightning. I flinched but didn't let go. The forest sounds and smells disappeared slowly and were replaced with voices again. Slowly, I could hear waves crashing. Warm hands cover my shoulders, arms, and hands. Someone said my name over and over again, a whisper. The light slowly faded. Voices one by one disappeared.
One.
I slowly opened my eyes. Neteyam's bright yellow eyes stared back.
Hi, have you watched Harry Potter? If so, what do you think HP Avatar AU would look like? (I mean, for example, houses at Hogwarts, maybe blood statutes of the Sully family, Quaritch-Socorro family, Metkayina)
Hello, I used to be a huge Harry Potter fan actually. I've read the books multiple times, can recite some of the movies word for word and nearly cried when I got to go to the Wizarding World at Universal Studios. But due to J.K. Rowling being a disgusting transphobe, I've really fallen out of love with the series.
I never want to ignore/give a bad answer to someone's question though because I know how hard it can be to ask sometime (at least from my experience. I agonize over every word when I ask other questions) so I will do my best to give a detailed answer for you.
For simplicity I'm going to say everyone goes to Hogwarts but if I was writing this as a fan fic I'd actually have everyone going to different schools. Or at least the adults and then maybe they all move to London for work so all the kids then go to Hogwarts. Or just everyones an exchange student. But I'd have Quaritch and Jake going to Ilvermorny, Neytiri going to Uagadou, and Ronal and Tonowari going to Castelobruxo.
So I'm going to say that all full blooded Na'vi are pure bloods, making all the Metkayina's and Neytiri pure blooded.
Jake would be muggle born making Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Tuk half bloods
Grace was one of Jake and Neytiri's professors at Hogwarts. I can't pick the subject. I'm between, Herbology, Astrology, or Muggle studies. You choose. But Grace would also be muggle born, so Kiri would be half blooded.
I actually don't think Quaritch would be a death eater. I see him more as a hard line Auror who goes to far and purposely kills dark wizards until his apprentice Jake catches him and turns him in getting him sent to Azkaban. Quaritch would also be a half blood, making Spider a half blood. I'm on the fence about making Spider a squib because on the one hand it make sense for his character but on the other hand I don't want him to be because I want good thing for him. So maybe instead he's outcasted because his dad's a criminal.
As for houses:
Jake: Gryffindor
Neytiri: Slytherin
Neteyam: Hufflepuff
Lo'ak: Gryffindor
Kiri: Ravenclaw
Tuk: Hufflepuff (this one was tough because she's so little. Could have also gone Gryffindor)
Spider: Hufflepuff
Quaritch: Hufflepuff (If you disagree and think he should be in Slytherin because he's the villain then you can fight me. (I mean fight me to all the other people reading this not you specifically anon 💙) Slytherin's aren't automatically villains, and I'd say one of Quaritch's most prominent character traits is loyalty to both his cause and the people closest to him.)
Grace: Ravenclaw
Ronal: Gryffindor
Tonowari: Ravenclaw
Aonung: Slytherin
Tsireya: Ravenclaw
So those are my thoughts! Thank you for the question 💙
Summary: In which Lo’ak is born as Sylwanin instead. Sylwanin goes through the process of being shunned by her family after Neteyam’s death.
Sylwanin never realized how much blood a body can hold until her hands were drenched in it.
It would have hurt less if it was her blood that she was covered in but it was Neteyam's. Her Neteyam, her big brother, her protector for as long as she could remember. And now he was dead. Because of her. Sylwanin was feeling overwhelmed with guilt and grief as she tried to make sense of what had happened.
A week had passed since they had sent Neteyam's dead body back to Eywa.
Sylwanin couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness that seemed to engulf her heart. The reality of the situation never seemed to fully register in her mind as she struggled with thoughts of what could have been done differently. She couldn't help but feel like she had failed her brother in his time of need.
It was her fault. Her fault that Neteyam had died. Her fault that she was still alive when he wasn't. Her fault that her family was suffering. She couldn't get that night out of her mind. The gut-wrenching screams of her mother as she watched the life drain out of her firstborn's eyes.The complete look of defeat on her father's face. The horror in Tuk's eyes and the quiet sobs of Ki'ri. Her fucking fault.
She hadn't realized how much Neteyam meant to her until he was gone. She had always felt like the black sheep of the family but she never felt unwanted when she had her older brother by her side. Now, her life felt like a bottomless void. She couldn't escape the suffocating feeling of guilt and remorse that had taken residence in her mind.
Neytiri would look away from her when she saw her. Jake would do his best to avoid her existence and the moment he did look at her, she could see the contempt and sadness in her eyes. Ki'ri wouldn't speak to her. Tuk was the only one who tried to be there but her family didn't let the little girl spend more than fifteen minutes alone with her. Sylwanin felt like no matter how much she apologized, it would never be enough to make up for the loss of Neteyam.
Now that Sylwanin realized it, it was always Neteyam.
She was never the daddy's girl. Jake never called her sweetheart or baby girl like he called Ki'ri and Tuk. He didn't have the softness for her that he had for his other two daughters. Neytiri would always be busy with her duties as the future Tsahik, helping Ki'ri with her connection to Eywa and raising Tuk to ever focus on her. Ki'ri was her sister, her friend but even she preferred Spider over her. Sylwanin couldn't help but feel like she was the extra one in her family, that she didn't belong.
But Neteyam made her feel like she mattered. He would always make time for her, no matter how busy he was with his warrior training or out on patrols. He would listen to her, encourage her and defend her, and take the blame for her recklessness. Sylwanin's relationship with Neteyam went beyond just being siblings; he was her protector, confidant, and best friend.
"Are you a daddy's girl or a mommy's girl?"
Tarsem had once asked her that question during one of their late-night conversations, and Sylwanin had scoffed at it. She was only 11 at that time but the answer was very clear.
"I'm a Neteyam's girl"
And now Neteyam was dead. All because Sylwanin couldn't listen. Sylwanin didn't realize she was having a panic attack. She felt a lump forming in her throat, making it hard to breathe. She tried to calm herself down, but the guilt was overwhelming As Sylwanin grapples with the overwhelming guilt and remorse over her brother Neteyam's death, she finds herself struggling to cope with the loss and the strained relationships within her family.
Strong arms wrap around her and she is pulled into someone's chest. Neteyam is the first thought that comes to her mind but Neteyam is dead. "Calm" A gentle but hoarse voice whispers. Aonung. It was Aonung. "Calm" he whispered again, drawing circles on her back. After a few minutes, Sylwanin's breathing starts to slow down and her heart rate begins to ease. Aonung didn't rush her. He stayed silent, holding her tight. "It's alright. Take your time," he whispered, and Sylwanin felt a sense of comfort wash over her.
Sylwanin thought that despite their initial differences and arguments, Aonung in a sense is like Neteyam. Both the eldest children of the Olo'eyktan shared a responsibility to protect their younger siblings and the clan. The difference was that Tsireya was an angel and Sylwanin was the murderer of her older brother. "My mother says that death is not the end of life. It's simply a transition to another realm. We must honor our departed loved ones by remembering them, their teachings, and how they lived. In this way, they live on in our hearts and memories." Aonung smiled at her as she pulled away.
Sylwanin stayed quiet. They wouldn't understand. Not even if she talked about it a hundred times, they wouldn't understand. They wouldn't understand the ache in her heart. The hollow soul inside her. They would never understand.
