Haiii I found you while stumbling across my feed and I really wanna request a neteyam x fem!Omaticaya!reader. So imagine the reader is really close to the family and all (like as in seeing jake and neytiri as her own parents) so it is obvious that she is close to the children. And like she got really close to neteyam that they are now secretly dating , but to keep any suspicions away they act like 'rivals' you get what i mean?( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) also imagine the family slowly realizes something is up? Like who can keep a secret from noisy lo'ak and overanalyzing jake
Thank you so much if u write it!!
hii! love this sm. neteyam would absolutely go crazy from his family’s pestering lol
Little Secret - Neteyam
[ Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya!reader ]
summary: Being in a relationship with Neteyam is not as simple as one might think. The two of you are constantly navigating through your feelings, the rights and wrongs, the do's and dont's, all whilst keeping the whole thing hidden from his family. Naturally, he pretends to hate you for the sake of the secrecy, but Neteyam is starting to grow tired of keeping you as his little secret.
tags/warnings: secret dating, secret relationship, kissing, making out, a tiny tiny amount of sexual themes if you squint, suggestive mentions of mating, a lil bit of grinding, neytiri knows her firstborn son so well, jake is suspicious, kiri knows, eywa senses i suppose, lo'ak is oblivious to the world around him, tuk is a menace in this
word count: 5,357
ma yawne’ite (ph.) - my sweet (beloved) girl
mawey, oeyä txurul yawne (ph.) - be calm, my sweet girl
txe’lan’itan (n.) - heart (bonded) brother
kelku (n.) home, house
kuru (n.) neural queue
tsaheylu (n.) bond; neural connection
Pt 2, Lo’ak’s pov
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It was no secret that you were close to the Sully family. The whole clan knew and they never batted an eye when you’d spend your days with Kiri in the forest, or help Tuk braid her hair. It was almost daily practice for you to join them for meals whenever Lo’ak invited you, often bringing your own share of food to contribute. The kids got along with you, treating you as another one of their siblings, and you’d enjoy the way they welcomed you. They’d all gotten used to having you around. All except for one.
From the moment he met you, Neteyam kept a respectable distance, keeping his words to a minimum and only responding when necessary. He wasn’t sure why the idea of a sibling bond with you was so revolting, but after a couple of late night talks and long afternoon walks, he’d come to realize that he couldn’t picture you as his sister because he’d grown to appreciate you as something else entirely, and Neteyam had never felt as conflicted as he did on the night he started secretly pursuing you, behind closed walls and unknown to the rest of his family. They hadn’t suspected a thing and he would like to keep it that way until he figured out how to deal with the predicament he’d created for himself.
It was… easier said than done.
“Here, help me with these,” Neteyam heard Lo’ak say to you. The older Sully purposefully avoided eye contact, busying himself with his own weapons instead of including himself in your conversation. The three of you sat on the outskirts of the village, grass beneath your legs as you polished and mended a few tools before eclipse, just as his father had told them to.
“Hey, Neteyam, can you hold these for a second?” He pretended not to notice that you were addressing him instead of his brother, not even bothering to spare you a glance.
“Bro?” Lo’ak called out, scoffing in annoyance.
“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Neteyam replied, wordlessly taking the load off your hands. He watched you put some materials away before taking your stuff back, muttering a quick thanks to him, and he turned back to his own work, catching the way Lo’ak’s tail lashed impatiently. He could feel his brother’s stare burning through the back of his skull from all the unspoken words he wanted to say, and as soon as you went out to get something from across the village, Lo’ak was on him.
“Bro, are you sure nothing’s wrong? I mean, you don’t just avoid someone because nothing happened,” Lo’ak pestered. He had never commented on Neteyam’s reserved demeanor towards you, respecting that his brother was just probably not as close to you as the rest of them were. Until recently. Lo’ak’s overly nosy self was beginning to agitate Neteyam, driving him near the brink of strangling his brother.
“No. Go away, Lo’ak, I’m trying to fix this.” Neteyam adjusted the string on his bow, arms flexing as he bent it over the nock.
“C’mon, bro. There’s gotta be something you’re not telling us,” Lo’ak trailed off, eyes caught as you walked by just a few feet from them.
“If you’re so curious why don’t you ask her?” He was actually tempted to strangle his brother. Doing it here, in the outskirts of the village would be a good spot.
“Because she doesn’t tell me a thing. She actually cares about what people think of you. She’s nice like that, unlike you to her, you know,” Lo’ak baited, ridiculously attentive to any reaction he might find on his brother’s face. A twitch of his eyes, or his posture stiffening, but Neteyam gave him nothing. All Lo’ak got was a look that said ‘go away’. Again.
And as soon as his younger brother turned his head away grumbling, ‘you’re no fun’, Neteyam’s eyes found yours in the crowd. You gave him a little smile that made his insides light up and he shook his head, unable to hide his own grin. Your stolen moments never lasted long enough to enjoy though, because a second later, you were already looking at something else, attention fully diverted as if it was never on him.
It was always like this for the two of you. Tiny glances, small touches, quick enough that no one noticed, and Neteyam wondered if he’d made a mistake hiding your relationship in the first place. He wished he could openly give you gifts, or settle in your arms after a long hunt. He wanted to properly court you, not hide you away from the world.
But what would his father say? What would his mother think?
Would his siblings hate him for it? For taking you away from them? It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell his family, it was just that the two of you sort of happened all of a sudden, and Neteyam had no time to figure out how he could explain the situation you’d placed yourselves in. But he had to admit, the secrecy made him treasure moments with you more than ever now. They were always so rare to come by, and that was why they were always so special.
“Was my brother bothering you again?” Neteyam asked, tipping his head back as he took a sip from the yovo fruit in his hands, leaning back against the grass. You sat beside him, legs tucked to the side.
“No, Lo’ak was just asking me about weaving stuff. Weird, I thought he was gonna ask me about you the moment I saw him walk up to me.”
“Maybe he gave up trying to ask you.” You let out a quiet laugh at that, leaning against Neteyam’s side. His arms came around you almost instinctively, protecting you from the cool chill of the air.
The quiet night served as perfect cover for the two of you to meet up somewhere in the mountains, away from the clan. It was nice to finally appreciate each other’s company without prying eyes for a change, and you absolutely loved the view from up here. It was a little romantic of him to set this up for you.
“That doesn’t mean he isn’t suspicious,” Neteyam continued, tracing the patterns on your arm with his thumb. You could tell his mind was elsewhere, his eyes lost in the distance as it always was when he was thinking.
You peered up through your lashes, getting a glimpse of his expression, the way his gaze focused on the faraway sky, and how his eyes reflected the moon’s light, making him all the more captivating. The bioluminescent freckles on his face gave a slight glow in the dark, creating beautiful patterns that covered his skin. He was beautiful in the most endearing way possible and you couldn’t look away.
“You’re staring.” You saw his mouth move before the words reached your ears. His eyes were still fixed on the sky, but this time, he didn’t hide the way his lips curved up into a soft smile.
“What’s on your mind?” you asked, breaking into a smile of your own as you traced the dots on his cheek.
“Nothing you should worry about,” he replied all too easily. Your finger paused at the edge of his lips, and Neteyam took it upon himself to place a little kiss on it, the contact leaving tingles in its wake.
“You don’t need to do that with me,” you said, your hand fully retreating from his face. “Anything that worries you, worries me.”
Neteyam stayed unmoving, lost in thought, and for a second you thought he was going to pull away and tell you to forget about it, but then he heaved a sigh, shifting so that his whole body faced you. Silence stretched through the empty space between you. His stare was starting to make you feel nervous.
“Do you think this is a mistake?” he asked carefully, not letting your eyes wander from his.
“What?” You held your breath. “Us?”
“No! No, not that.” His eyes widened and he cleared his throat, not expecting the rough way his voice betrayed him. “I mean, all the hiding.”
You knew it had to be brought up at some point. You couldn’t spend your lives keeping your relationship a secret from everyone, but telling them was not something you would like doing either. Telling his family would… complicate things.
Neteyam’s ears pressed flat against his head as he anxiously waited for your response. He noticed your hesitation and took your hands in his, comfortingly rubbing them together.
“We don’t have to tell them now. We can do it tomorrow, or the day after. We can just think about it first,” he said like the perfect gentleman he was, always mindful of your feelings.
“Neteyam, what will they think?”
“They will accept it. In time,” he assured. The boy kept your hands clasped in his, rested on your lap as you absentmindedly pondered in thought. You did want to properly court him instead of whatever this was. A gentle boy like him deserved that much. But truthfully, you were scared, scared of what his family would think.
Your knees dug onto the grass beneath you, nerves easing at the soft comfort of his touch. You were about to give him a reply, just as you heard your ikran screech in the distance, making both your heads turn to her in concern.
She was moving away from Neteyam’s ikran, who was nipping at her uh… affectionately? Or annoyingly, you couldn’t really tell, but she looked like she wanted to bite his head off, so you turned to your boyfriend, giving him a glare that he was all but used to from the common occurrence.
“Tell him to stop pecking at ma yawne’ite,” you said, frowning a little when she actually bit the air in an attempt to threaten the male banshee.
Neteyam released your hands, and despite his efforts to contain himself, let out a hearty laugh. “Hey, he likes her.”
“She might peck his eyes out if he doesn’t stop,” you complained, pushing yourself off the ground to approach your disgruntled girl. Her eyes flooded with familiarity, rigid posture slowly calming when she felt your hand on the side of her face, gently soothing the ruffled expression away. Neteyam was right behind you, watching the scene unfold as he moved to pet his own ikran.
“Mawey, oeyä txurul yawne,” you whispered quietly, shooting a look at Neteyam’s banshee. “Don’t mind this one. He can be irritating like his txe’lan’itan.”
The look your boyfriend gave you was downright perturbed, a little in disbelief as he slightly leaned his weight to one side. “I will let that one slide because you look scarily good right now.”
Your ikran chirpped, and Neteyam couldn’t tell if you laughed from that or from his comment, but his eyes lit up all the same at his favorite sound.
“I suppose I’m gonna have to take you back,” he said, reaching out to hover his hand over your wrist, not quite touching, but near enough.
“Yeah, it’s late,” you trailed off, “Wouldn’t want anyone to think we were sneaking out.”
“Early, actually,” Neteyam pointed out. Eclipse was almost over and you hadn’t even noticed. You were enjoying your time with him a little too much.
“Oh.” The thoughts formed in your head as quickly as the expression did on your face, and before Neteyam could try to guess what you were plotting, you surged forward to give him a kiss, gone before he could blink. It all happened so quickly. He didn’t even have time to enjoy the feel of your lips on his before you were already flying away from him on your ikran, shouting, “Race you back home!”
A grin spread through his face, so wide that it started to hurt his cheeks. Eywa, did he love you, he thought as he chased you only seconds after. Of course, it didn’t take him long to catch up, playfully bumping you along the way just to see your face scrunch up, and to see the little smile you tried so hard to hide from him.
Neteyam loved nights like this, carefree and unrestrained. He longed to have them every night, where he could just hold you, and laugh with you. But in the morning, all this would go away. He would go back to pretend like he hated you, and you would pretend like you hadn’t kissed him the night before. In the morning, you’d be strangers all over again, and a part of him couldn’t help but resent that.
Was he selfish for wanting more, for despising what he had now? He loved his family for taking you in as their own, but he also wished they hadn’t. He wondered if that made him a terrible person.
“Where have you been?” The voice that greeted him startled the poor boy, making him jump before he could even step foot in his home.
“Uh, out.”
“Until this hour? The sun is up, Neteyam,” his father scoffed, “What could you possibly be doing?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I went out flying and got carried away. Sorry, dad.” Well, it didn’t look like his father was going to question him anymore, thank Eywa, but in all honesty, Neteyam wasn’t sure if his dad had been pretending not to know all this time or if he just got lucky.
“Just, make sure you and whoever you’re hanging out with gets home safe. And not so late next time.” Neteyam froze. He had a creeping suspicion that his dad was on to him. But he was too tired to think about that right now. He did not want to have to come up with more excuses in his head, and decided to switch his brain off for the night- well, morning.
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Some time during the day, when Neteyam had forced himself out of bed to do his duties, he saw you running through the village; you with all the trinkets and items that barely fit your hands. It was a wonder how you were busying yourself this early when you’d barely slept the night before. The boy took a few minutes to shake the sleep from his face, leaning against a wooden post. He was definitely not taking advantage of the clear view he had of you from the entrance of his kelku.
“Finally,” Neteyam heard an exasperated sigh. “I was starting to think you’ll never wake up.”
Lo’ak lightly punched his brother’s arm, tipping him off balance for a bit as his attention snapped away from you.
“I had to start training without you!” Lo’ak complained, going on and on about how he had to fill in for Neteyam, taking his brother’s responsibilities as his own because he was nice like that. If Lo’ak had noticed him eyeing you, he certainly didn’t say anything about it. But then again, Neteyam did not take his baby brother as observant.
“I left your stuff near the river. I’m done for the day,” Lo’ak told, slouching for extra emphasis. Then his eyes lit up like a star, as if he’d just remembered something important. “Oh, and I’m totally going to kick ass learning to weave with our dearest sister after this. You should really be a lot nicer to her, you know. You’d know she’s actually good at a lot of stuff if you’d just give her a chance. Who knows? You might learn a thing or two, and she’s also really good with-” Neteyam was absolutely having a headache.
His hand reached for his head, rubbing the spot just above the bridge of his nose. He did not want to hear about half the things he already knew about you, and he absolutely did not want to hear details of how dear a sister you were coming out of his brother’s mouth.
“-No, but really. I don’t even know how she cooks and entertains Tuk at the same time. Tuk is always in the way! It’s annoying.”
“Alright, I get it, Lo’ak. She’s nice,” Neteyam snapped, actually rethinking about strangling his brother.
“C’mon. Just give her a chance, bro,” Lo’ak pleaded. His tail swung in anticipation, like a kid waiting for his parent to say yes to a treat.
Neteyam sighed, wishing he’d stayed in bed longer to avoid all this. “If I talk to her will you leave me alone?”
“No way!” Lo’ak hit his chest. “You gotta do more than just talk. You have to bond.” Neteyam's face wrinkled at the suggestion. He wanted nothing more than to leave the uncomfortable conversation, his arms awkwardly limp at his sides.
“Lo’ak. Leave your brother alone,” his mother interjected, hands busy with cooking leaves as she walked past. Their mother sat in the middle of the room, placing ingredients in the open space around her before quipping, “Clearly he doesn’t want to bond.”
As if he wasn’t already humiliated enough, Neteyam felt exposed now, as if his mother knew something he didn’t. A second later, Tuk came running past them with a little skip in her step, herbs in her hand. She glanced at Neteyam before handing her mother the herbs.
“Neteyam,” she called out, casually approaching her eldest brother. Now, when Tuk used that voice it either meant she was complaining, or she wanted something.
His little sister gave him the friendliest smile she could muster, and Neteyam prepared himself for whatever request she was going to send his way. “I want to find shells in the forest tomorrow. Kiri’s busy and Lo’ak won’t go with me.” Her wide, yellow eyes sparkled as they intentionally stared into his eyes. “Please.”
“Okay, Tuk,” he answered with ease. “I’ll take you.”
Tuk’s grin widened, her little teeth out, lighting up her whole face. Her head whipped to Lo’ak, and the mocking gleam in her expression taunted him as she stuck her tongue out at her other brother.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” Lo’ak said with a roll of his eyes, waving his baby sister off. She chased him, clinging onto her brother like an annoying insect when he walked away.
“Ow, Tuk. Stop!” Lo’ak cried, the sounds of their protest fading further away into the distance with each passing second.
Neteyam stood where he’d been when he first saw you in broad daylight. Now you were nowhere to be seen, having already slipped away from his observing gaze while he’d been busy with his siblings. The boy sighed. Maybe he should stop staring at you at random times of the day. Surely anyone who saw him would think he was a creep, not that he was careless enough to get caught.
“Come, Neteyam. Help me with these,” his mother called from inside. Neteyam was like an obedient cub, surveying his surroundings when he went in. He nearly stepped on some ingredients in his path that he had missed, but his mother was too busy chopping vegetables to so much as look his way. The distraught thoughts of his relationship with you were getting to him. It had been clouding his head for weeks, and the longer he dragged them on, the more frustrating it got when he became less focused at everything he did.
“Here. Cut this,” his mother said, placing some raw spices in front of him.
Neteyam obeyed, slicing in silence. He did all his family asked of him without any complaint. He always did. But the one time he truly wanted something, it seemed so out of reach; like he would be violating the worst kind of rule his family had set for him. He wasn’t sure how a relationship with you could’ve come to be so difficult, but he wished things were different.
“So what is the true reason you’ve been so distant?” his mother asked carefully. She didn’t call you his sister like everyone else did, and Neteyam was extremely thankful for that.
“I just don’t see her like Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk do,” he answered after some time of calculated thinking, fingers absentmindedly working his knife.
“Then how do you see her?” The question hit him like a brick. His chest tightened, and he felt like the whole room was suffocating him, his movements becoming a little too stiff not to notice. Neteyam wanted to tell his mother, he really did, her out of all people, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. It felt too much like breaking a rule, or disobeying orders. He couldn’t shake the thought that he was admitting he liked doing something wrong.
But his mother didn’t force him. She didn’t prod at him like his siblings did. She just waited, until he was ready to open up the deepest parts of his thoughts to her.
He thought of you then. How you first came stumbling into his life when you were barely taller than Tuk. He remembered the long nights trying to make out what he thought about you; why he pictured you so differently from the way his siblings did. He didn’t mean to think of you that way. He wasn’t supposed to, but he did anyway.
And for a long time, he avoided admitting it.
“As something else,” Neteyam muttered after a long while, so quietly he wasn’t sure if his mother had heard him answer.
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“Please?” Tuk whined, as she did for the past fifteen minutes on the walk back home.
“You have your shells, now you have to go home.”
“But it’s so rare! I can’t miss it. Come on, Neteyam.” The youngest Sully tugged on her brother’s hand, pulling him the opposite direction he was bringing her. Tuk had been whining non-stop because Neteyam wouldn’t accompany her to see migrating moonfish after their search in the forest. He’d been accompanying her, hunting for shells all day and now he would like nothing more than to take her home.
“Sorry, Tuk. And it’s late. I don’t want mom and dad worrying about you.” It was partially correct, but also because he couldn’t stop shifting his feet in nervous anticipation of meeting you tonight.
“What do you have to do anyway?”
“Nothing. I’m just tired,” the excuse came easily from his lips. He extended his arms towards her, bending forward a little to encourage her to come close. “Come on, let’s go home.”
With a few pouts and some defeated huffs, his little sister stepped into his arms, latching onto his neck as he lifted her off her feet.
“You know, I’m going to have to stop carrying you at some point. You’re growing too fast,” Neteyam said with a chuckle as an attempt to cheer his moping sister. She exhaled a particularly long exhale against his shoulder, resting her chin there as she let him carry her through the village.
Maybe it was the terrible amount of sleep he got, or the food he ate for dinner, but Neteyam had never felt his stomach churn so much before meeting you. Or maybe, it was simply the dread for what he knew you were going to discuss.
Either way, his face betrayed nothing to his baby sister as he set her down in front of their home, waving her a quick goodbye before slipping into the night.
Finding you was easy. Neteyam knew you like the back of his hand. You’d often tell him to meet you, leaving out the whereabouts of where to actually meet as if this was all a hunting game for him, and he’d enjoy every second of it. Of course, it never really lasted long because he always knew where to find you.
“Hi,” he breathed, tail swaying at the sight of you. You were perched on the edge of a lake with your back to him, feet dangling above the water. Your hair was loose, apart from a few braids, falling over your shoulders so delicately he could almost feel how smooth it was.
But what was most breathtaking was the way the bioluminescence of the water illuminated your figure, making your skin glow in a shade he swore was way more alluring than he’d ever seen it in. He couldn’t even see your face and he thought you were the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever laid upon. You couldn’t have chosen a more enticing spot.
“Hi.” You turned around and Neteyam felt like he could die right where he stood. The boy visibly gulped.
“Um, come here,” you mumbled, patting the space beside you. His feet moved before his brain could tell them to, taking feather-light steps towards you. He sat on the grass where your hand had been, legs lightly bumping into yours from how close he was sitting.
He was nervous, and he wasn’t sure why. He’d done this a thousand times before, and it wasn’t like he never talked to you.
“So, how was your day?” he asked and you looked at him like he asked if you ate water for breakfast.
“It was nice,” you answered anyway, facing him until your knees touched. “I taught your brother to weave, by the way.”
“Mhm. He can’t stop talking about it.” Neteyam was distracted. He wanted to touch your hair, your face, the accessories adorning your head. You didn't often wear most of your hair down, but when you did, it looked like you were sent by The Great Mother herself to take his breath away.
“Teyam? You okay?” He blinked a couple of times, softening when your fingers touched his cheek.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Hmm,” you hummed, gaze falling. “We should probably talk about how we’re going to tell your family.”
Neteyam sighed, leaning back against his arms. His tail flicked once before settling on the grass beside your own, little hairs at the end faintly grazing the length of your striped tail.
“Where do we even start?” he hesitated, “Mom, dad, the reason why I’ve been so distant is because I have feelings for her, and we just happened at some point. But it’s not like that- I… never saw her as a sister. No, that’s not it.”
His head dropped and your bright eyes searched for his face, encouraging him to go on. He was grateful for your constant support, never laughing at his stupid mistakes like he was sure any other girl would.
“Maybe start with how you felt when we first met. It doesn’t have to be perfect, just be honest with them,” you murmured, giving him that small, pretty smile he loved so much. Your hands softly rubbed at his jaw and his eyes nearly fluttered closed from the comfort it brought, head leaning towards your palm. “Don’t think too much.”
Neteyam’s eyes finally met yours and he couldn’t help but swoon at your mesmerizing features. This spot really did wonders for you.
“Yeah, that’s probably best. We’ll figure it out,” he whispered, face inches away from yours, barely nuzzling your hand. His eyes glowed a darker shade of yellow than usual and you couldn’t look away from his deep gaze. There was no mistaking the silent want on both your faces.
“We’ll figure it out,” you hushedly repeated, guiding his face closer to yours by his jaw. His eyes fluttered once, then closed completely when you gave him what he’d been waiting for since he first saw you tonight, pressing your lips to his in a slow, gentle kiss that melted the thoughts from his head. Your lips were so soft.
Everything about you was soft. The curve of your waist, the hair that tickled his cheek; his whole body involuntarily moved forward, seeking the warmth he found from your closeness.
Neteyam had always appreciated your gentleness and your delicate features, but right now he didn’t want soft. His hand found the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair to pull you in and deepen the kiss. Your legs shifted to face him, clumsily bumping his. The moment his tongue darted to taste you, you immediately gave in, a soft sigh leaving your lips as he slipped past the border of your mouths. His other hand was snaking its way around your waist, and he could feel you shiver when he stroked the smooth skin there.
“I’m sure they won’t mind. They already like you,” Neteyam pulled away to murmur against your lips, then he kissed you again, harder, the hand in your hair trailing down your spine to rest at your hip.
“And once all of this is out of the way-“ He tugged you onto his lap, relishing the tiny gasp he heard when he rolled his hips forward so you could feel the outline of him. His lips grazed your ear, nipping at the soft flesh there as he whispered, “-I can finally properly mate with you.”
You let out a soft moan then and it got to his head. He made a low sound in his throat, teeth scraping your jawline, moving all the way down to your throat. He didn’t know when your hand had made its way to his kuru, but he felt when you brought it forward to reveal the pink tendrils on the end of it, itching towards your direction.
“And tsaheylu,” you uttered, a quiet promise. The boy nodded, rubbing his cheek against yours affectionately as his tail curled against your leg.
Neteyam heard a loud gasp coming from the forest a second later and he froze, movements paused against your face. You immediately pulled away, jumping to your feet as your ears turned to the source of the sound before your eyes did. You spot a little Tuk coming out from the bushes, wide eyed at the display she’d witnessed.
“Tuk,” you breathed, still breathless from the rush of exhilaration your boyfriend had given you.
“Tuk,” Neteyam scolded, coming up from behind you. The little girl still had her hand over her mouth, ears pinned to her skull in guilt.
“You’re together?” Her question was so innocent it almost made your expression soften. But then, her face lit up in her usual mischief, staring at her brother for a particularly long time before she grinned. “You’re taking me to the river or I’m telling mom!”
Neteyam sighed, casting his head down as he told her, “Tuk, I’m not taking you.”
“Then I’m telling mom.” The girl was already well on her way, turning around so fast that you were almost impressed by her swiftness.
“No, no! Wait!” Neteyam panicked, hands reaching for his sister. He grumbled under his breath at the prospect of getting caught, by his baby sister no less, but he promised to take her to the river another day nonetheless.
“Who taught you to sneak up on people like that?” Neteyam retaliated as he dragged her through the path back towards the village. You tailed the two siblings, keeping to yourself while they constantly argued along the way, thankfully making the walk back less awkward than you’d thought it would be. You were going to tell the family soon, but it seemed, thanks to Tuk, they were probably going to find out a lot sooner than planned, that was, if she failed to keep her mouth closed.
“Glad to see you’re finally spending time together. Can’t believe you’re really giving her a chance, bro,” Lo’ak immediately pounced on his brother when he and Kiri spotted the three of you outside their home. You stood behind your boyfriend, looking unusually shy.
“No, Lo’ak. They’re together! I saw them kiss. They’ve been dating this entire time!” Tuk blurted out, and after realizing what she’d just said, she covered her mouth, eyes darting to Neteyam. Lo’ak’s eyes were blown as wide as the moon above them. His tail dropped and his brows furrowed, looking at his baby sister like she’d just spit on his face. He looked to his brother, then to you, frowning, and you could see when the thought formed in his head.
“You, what?!” Lo’ak exclaimed, loud enough for the whole forest to hear. Kiri’s giggles made his ears twitch. “You’ve been what? this entire time?!”
Pt 2
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