at this current point in time, i am writing for and accepting requests for;;
ellie williams (tlou)
peter parker (spider-man)
neteyam (avatar)
lo’ak (avatar)
neytiri (avatar)
jake (avatar)
sebastian sallow (hogwarts legacy)
A B O U T M E
tae, 24, she/her, cancer ♋︎. im obsessed with a lot of things and so many fandoms that i cant even begin to list. im very friendly (i promise) so dont be shy to talk to me :) i do have two jobs atm so requests wont be done instantly, but ill definitely work my ass off to do them!!!
M A S T E R L I S T
( ♡︎ = fluff, ⚡︎ = smut, ☆ = angst )
ellie williams ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
♡︎, ☆ vulnerable (from my old account) - click here!
"you and ellie are best friends, but there’s something more there. you figure out what that ‘something’ is together."
neteyam .ೃ࿐
♡︎, ☆ i've got my eye on you - click here!
"it's no secret that jake can be a little too hard on his two sons, but neteyam rarely let anyone see how it affected him, except you, unbeknownst to him."
♡︎, ☆ end of the beginning - part one, part two
"you and neteyam just don’t get along. but when the threat of no longer seeing each other comes to light, you both come to realise your true feelings, but it could be too late."
peter parker °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
♡︎ the real peter parker (from my old account) - click here!
"peter recalls the first time he really noticed you; when you defended him in class."
☆ me or her? (from my old account) - part one, part two
"requested prompt - don’t. don’t do that. don’t make me choose. every time I’ll pick her. every time. i can’t have you hate me for that.”
♡︎ pot plants (from my old account) - click here!
"peter's roommate is super cute, and after crashing (literally) into his bedroom at 2am, he finally gets what he's wanted since the moment he met you."
tldr; the reblog to like ratio is something that we will never escape on this godforsaken app
my fics:
my mutuals’ fics:
this is literally the reason why so many of your favs go on hiatus or even delete their blogs because the interaction on here SUCKS.
there is absolutely NO reason for y’all to not be reblogging fics that you like, bc it literally takes less than a second to do it. and even if you don’t want to reblog (which you should want to) leaving a comment helps writers SO. MUCH. it doesn’t even have to be anything fancy!! and ik y’all aren’t shy about leaving comments bc y’all be right on wattpad keke’ing it up in the comment section, so why can’t the energy be reciprocated here?
idk if it’s bc a lot of you are new to the app or whatever but writers have been trying to tell y’all that likes do not help boost work. the only things that boost content on here are reblogs and comments. if you don’t want to reblog, then comment, and if you don’t want to comment then reblog. but if you do ALL THREE: like, comment, AND reblog? then you’re a fucking saint and you’ve probably made a writer’s day.
guys it’s 2023, let’s start supporting writers please. especially if you’re the type of person to complain about nobody writing for your favs.
requested! *this was requested, i just accidentally deleted the request from my submission box!*
summary: it's been months since you last saw the sully's, but in a time of need, you somehow find your way back to each other and back to neteyam, possibly finding your forever in the process.
warnings: violence, mentions of guns, injury, a character almost dying
notes: fluff, angst, hurt boy neteyam
word count: 4.1k (holy damn)
!reader is the same age as neteyam!
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The days blurred into months.
Following the departure of the Sully’s, everything just seemed empty. You felt like you had been running on auto-pilot, pretending that there wasn’t a chunk of you missing since they left without even the utterance of a goodbye.
You felt betrayed, how could you not? The family who had taken you in had left you so easily, just based off one persons request. Someone should have fought for you, the same way you always did for them.
Above everything though, you just missed them.
You missed Tuk’s excessive nagging at you to play with her, you missed being dragged around by Lo’ak for whatever trouble he was up to, you missed Kiri’s advice and her hugs, and you missed Net-
It hurt to even think about him. Every time his name popped into your head, you’d push it out with all your might. If you sat and let it linger, you knew you’d fall into a bottomless pit of grief.
So, you did whatever you could to distract yourself. You invested more time into hunting. You had become the best hunter of your age group. You explored your creative side. You made neckpieces, arm bracelets and ionar’s for other Omaticaya people. You even made one of Mo’at’s Tsahìk statement pieces. But every night, you would go home to your lonely hut, and you’d reminisce and desperately ask Eywa why they had left you.
Eventually, you realised being in the place that reminded you of everything you lost was detrimental to your mental health. You couldn’t heal if you were surrounded by the memories of what your life once was.
So, one day, you readied your ikran, and you left with what little personal items you had to seek a new home, somewhere that wasn’t like the forest. Where the trees couldn’t remind you of Lo’ak climbing them to scare people as they walked past. Where the long grass couldn’t remind you of Kiri hibernating in it, atokirina swarming her body. Where the dirt and mud couldn’t remind you of making mud pies with Tuk. Where the empty Sully hut couldn’t remind you of your fight with Neteyam, where he confessed his love for you and flew off into the sun only an hour later.
You found yourself with the Metkayina clan and your new home became the Ta’unui village. Unbeknownst to you, you were so close to the Sully’s.
You were trained as a Metkayina, and you were a natural with the ocean. You could already hold your breath for long periods of time underwater, and you were a strong swimmer despite your skinny arms and tail. You fit right in, and you were at peace with where you were.
Then one day, the sky people arrived, they looked like Na’vi, but they wore soldier uniforms, had guns and knives strapped to their waist. They burnt your marui’s and pushed your Tsahìk’s face into the sand, all in search of Jake Sully.
You were out at the time. Every now and then you’d take your ikran for a fly around the reef because honestly, you missed it. Thank God you were gone, you weren’t sure what could’ve happened to the people if you were there and Spider saw you.
That’s when you realised how close to them you were. But you wouldn’t look for them, refused to. If they could let you go so easily, you would too.
More time passed, it got to the point where you could go a whole day without thinking about the two families you had lost.
You loved exploring the ocean, almost as much as you loved flying.
The smile on your face was hard to miss as you rode your ilu through the water, eyes catching onto every colourful piece of coral, every sign of life, the bioluminescence that shined so brightly, even under water.
All of a sudden, the water vibrated. It was minimal. Barely noticeable, you almost missed it. But you definitely felt it. You travelled the waters long enough to know it wasn’t normal. You bring yourself to the surface, curiously looking around at your surroundings, and then you see it. In the far distance, flames and smoke.
Your heart sinks. Is that another village being torched? You look back in the direction of your home, pondering whether you should just turn around and go back like you saw nothing, but you knew the guilt would eat you alive.
“Damnit.” You whisper, clicking your tongue at your ilu until it dives back into the water, taking you in the direction of the fire.
Once you got closer to the scene, you realised it wasn’t a village on fire. It was a ship inhabited by sky people. You knew what it was for. The Metkayina had told you stories about these demon ships.
You look around at the sinking ship from a distance. You can barely make out the colonel that torched your village on an ikran, shooting at something in the water. You see another ikran, but you can’t make out the rider.
You ride as close as you can, enough that you can’t be seen, but enough where you don’t have to swim for twenty minutes to get to the ship. You dismount your ilu under the water and it swims away. Slowly and carefully, you rise to the surface, covering your mouth in shock. It’s an all out war. Na’vi fighting sky people. You see demon boats, exo suits, guns and arrows. And so much fire.
You swim underwater (which was a bit of a struggle since you had your bow) to the ship and you sneak on.
You immediately have to take out a solider who spotted you, shooting an arrow straight through his chest and watching his lifeless body drop to the ground. It has been a long time since you killed somebody.
You stay crouched, navigating your way through the sinking ship, steering clear of other soldiers. All of a sudden, you hear a voice. A very familiar voice. You duck behind a pole, regaining your breath before you poke your head out, and the sight pulls a sob from deep within your body.
Lo’ak and Neteyam.
“They’ve got spider. We’ve gotta get him. Come on!” You hear Lo’ak say to his brother, who begins to shake his head. “Come on, bro. We can’t leave him!”
Neteyam lets out a frustrated growl, but then he chases after his brother, right in your direction. You quickly squat down, staying close against the pole as they pass you and head further down into the ship without seeing you.
You sit with your back against the pole, feeling months worth of suppressed emotions coming up. Your face scrunches up as you cry, head dropping into your hands.
You’re only allowed to feel for a few seconds, because the sound of footsteps heading towards you becomes more apparent, so you push yourself onto your knees, readying your bow.
When you see another sky person, you don’t hesitate to shoot them before crawling over to their body to retrieve your arrow. You look in the direction Neteyam and Lo’ak went in. You knew they could be in trouble, but was it your place to rescue them?
With a growl, you rip your arrow from the lifeless body and follow them. Sometimes you were too loyal.
You struggle to navigate your way through the sinking ships many aisles, so instead, you rely on your hearing. Your ears twitch as you listen in for any slight sounds, but you jump out of your body when gunshots come from nearby. You immediately fear for their lives and jump into action, running to the source of the sound to see Lo’ak and Spider jumping into a pool of water, barely missing multiple gun shots. You angle your body closer to the rail of the deck, spotting Neteyam hiding behind a wall, gun in his hand as he ponders the best moment to flee. You hiss quietly. He was always the brother to stay back to protect Lo’ak.
You take a deep breath in, drawing your bow at your side, waiting for any danger to cover him from.
He pokes his gun from behind the wall and shoots at nothing in particular before sprinting towards the water, narrowly missing gunshots.
Everything slows down. You see a solider stand, gun aimed straight at Neteyam’s back. You breathe out, firing your arrow at the solider. It lands in his chest just as he shoots his gun, which distorts the soldiers angle of fire. The bullet hits Neteyam‘s shoulder, and he jumps into the pool of water with a grunt.
You gasp, ears turning down instantly at the sound of his body hitting the water. “Please be okay.” You whisper to yourself, hand over your heart as you attempt to regain your breath. The sound of Neteyam hitting the water replays over and over in your head, and in a fit of rage, you rise to your feet, bow drawn, and you kill the remaining three soldiers in the area.
Once you clear the area, you jump into the same pool of water Neteyam had jumped into minutes before, swimming in search of him or Lo’ak or Spider. You click your tongue, waiting only moments for your ilu to appear next to you, stroking your head with its own.
In a hurry, you pull yourself onto the saddle, sitting up straight and looking around you. So much fire, so many machines, and so much death. But you manage to spot the familiar blue bodies a little further out on some rocks.
“Under,” you speak aloud to your ilu, and it obediently listens, diving into the water and swimming at a speed you didn’t think was possible, but it just showed this creature could feel your bond with Neteyam through you.
Once you’re at the rocks, you disconnect from your ilu, climbing the rocks without anyone noticing because they’re all arguing.
“Lo’ak, you put your brothers life at risk again! If that bullet hit a few more inches over, he’d be dead!” Jake yells at his youngest son, who simply drops his head in guilt. Neytiri is on her knees, presumably beside Neteyam but you can’t see him because Jake and Lo’ak are in the way.
“Dad, we had to save spider. We could not leave him there.” Neteyam speaks up, and you wince at the sound of pain in his voice.
Lo’ak is the first to see you. His eyes widen, having forgotten his lecture from his father, but he doesn’t move.
“Y/N?” He questions, cheeks stained with tears, yet a hopeful look in his eyes.
You didn’t blame his questioning stare. You had changed a lot while leaving with the Metkayina. Your hair that was usually just in tight braids was now only braided at the roots, falling into curls at your ribs. Your skin had turned slightly aqua from the sun and water exposure, and you were wearing a traditional Metkayina loin cloth and neckpiece, decorated by sea shells.
Suddenly, all of the Sully’s were looking at you, plus a Metkayina na’vi, but you don’t have time to say anything, because you’re almost knocked over by Lo’ak who tackles you in a hug, shortly joined by Spider.
“Neteyam… Is he okay?” You whisper, your voice slightly broken, and Lo’ak steps out of the way just as Jake moves aside, and there he was, staring right at you.
From his spot on the ground, he lifts his fingers to his head, the gesture of ‘i see you’ and you approach him with shaky knees before dropping to them next to him.
“You’re okay? You’re going to be okay?” You question him, eyes scanning over his body, looking for any other wounds. He’s scratched and grazed, but that’s nothing compared to his shoulder. Neytiri is applying pressure to the wound, but blood is still sleeping through her fingers.
“He’s gonna be okay. Bullet went through his shoulder. But we need to get him help, or he could bleed out.” Jake finally speaks, and Neytiri nods with him:
“I can take him to my vi-“
Jake cuts you off when he suddenly lifts his head, ears back in alert as he listens to his earpiece.
“He has Tuk and Kiri. Neytiri, he has our daughters.” Jake immediately stands, beginning to ask Spider for directions. Neytiri grabs your hand, placing it on Neteyam’s shoulder. She caresses Neteyam’s cheek for a moment, before mounting her ikran, heading back in the direction of the ship.
“I need you to take Neteyam back to the village to get him help. Please.” He looks at you with pleading eyes, and of course, you can’t say no. Neteyam needed you right now.
“Dad, I want to go with you.” Lo’ak steps towards him, eyes like an endless pool of sadness, and Jake barely spares him a glance before he’s turning around.
“You’ve done enough.” He mumbles, following Spider to the edge of the rocks and leaving you all behind.
“No, Dad.” Lo’ak whispers sadly, but he’s already gone. You frown, wishing you could comfort him, but Neteyam needed help right now.
Neteyam who is on the ground, grunting in pain as his body makes involuntary movements, and your heart aches to take all of his hurt away, shelter him so he never had to feel an ounce of it again.
“Okay, we’re going to get you on an ilu. Are you ready?” You ask Neteyam, but you don’t really wait for him to answer. Instead you look to the water, tongue clicking for your ilu.
“It hurts, so-so much.” Neteyam grunts, and your attention is immediately back on him. “I need to tell you. I’m sorry for what I di-“
“Shh,” you shake your head, tears pooling in your eyes as your free hand meets his cheek, stopping him from finishing his sentence. “Come on, we can talk about this later. We need to get you back.”
He looks up at you, the fear in his eyes almost knocking you over. Gone was the fierce warrior. The warrior who always protected his people, who showed no fear. Left in his place was just a scared, little boy whose eyes were welling up with tears, staring up at you as if you could fix the hole in him. “What if I don’t ma-make it back?”
A tear falls from your eye, but you swat it away. “Hey,” you say to him, lightly tapping his cheek. “You are going to make it. You are strong, Neteyam — Lo’ak! Help me with your brother, quickly!” You yell behind you, and Lo’ak and the Metkayina girl appear right behind you, already helping Neteyam up.
You keep your grasp on his shoulder, now using both your hands to put pressure on the entry and exit wound as Lo’ak and Tsireya guide him over to your ilu. They sit him at the front, and you sit behind him, guiding Neteyam’s hand to hold onto the saddle, while guiding his other hand to press on his entry wound. You keep one of your hands on the back of his shoulder, the other wrapping around his waist, before you connect to your ilu.
“Tsireya, go back with them. I need to help.” Lo’ak turns to Tsireya and cups her cheek, ignoring our pleas for him to stop and he’s gone only seconds later.
The girl, Tsireya, sighs, and you shoot her a sad smile. “Boys, huh?” You squeeze Neteyam’s waist the tiniest bit, and you knew if he wasn’t in so much pain, he’d be teasing you back.
You wait for Tsireya to mount her on ilu, and then the both of you are racing towards the village, with you constantly checking in on Neteyam to make sure he's still with you.
“Mother!” Tsireya calls once you land on the sand, and you struggle, but you manage to get Neteyam off the ilu and onto the sand, his body was weakening due to the loss of blood.
“Come on Neteyam,” you grunt, pulling him along with you, but his body begins to fall limp. “Neteyam!” You yell as he drops to the ground, lifeless.
You immediately drop next to him, grabbing his face in your hands and trying to shake him awake. “Neteyam!” You cry, lightly slapping his face, as if that would make a difference. His body remains unresponsive, unmoving, and you were too panicked to even check his breathing.
It’s all a blur, but the Tsahìk appears and two other men pick him up and rush him into a shack that you are not allowed to enter, all while you sit frozen in the sand, thinking you’d just lost the love of your life before you could even love him properly.
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An hour went by, maybe two, while you just sat in the sand, waiting for any word from Ronal. Not only were you anxiously anticipating news about Neteyam, but the other Sully’s were yet to be seen.
They all showed up after some time, all with their own grazes and cuts. Neytiri’s bow was broken, but the bond between Jake and Lo’ak had seemed to mend, at least a little.
Tuk and Kiri just pulled you into a hug, and you all cried together. You had all been in danger that day, everybody was scared, tired, and anxious at the absence of Neteyam. Spider and Lo’ak joined you soon after, the five of you sitting in the sand, staring out at the ocean.
“We wanted to say goodbye, you know.” Lo’ak speaks up, his gaze turning towards you. Tuk was between the two of you, nestled under your arm. “Dad wouldn’t let us. Said it’d hurt you too much.”
You breathe out, glancing at him for a second before looking back at the water. “Yeah, he was probably right.” You smile sadly, remembering the words Neteyam said to you that day.
“He is going to be okay, my friend.” Kiri loops her arm around your shoulder, nuzzling her head into yours.
You do your best to distract yourself from the anxiety you were feeling, and instead caught up with the Sully siblings, how their life had been since they left, how yours had been, and how this war even came to be.
“-and Payakan landed right on the sky pe-“ Lo’ak’s animated story is cut short by Jake’s voice behind you.
“Neteyam’s awake. He’s okay. He’s asking for you.” Jake’s gaze levels on you, a small smile on his face.
The relief that floods your system is unexplainable. Like all was okay again, there was nothing that could ever hurt you because Neteyam was alive and well.
You stand up, brushing the sand from your legs, and you make your way towards the shack, letting Jake pull you into a dad-hug on the way there.
You push the curtain aside, eyes automatically finding Neteyam who was lying on a blanket on the floor, head elevated by a makeshift pillow.
Neteyam smiles when he sees you, as best as he can through the weakness of losing so much blood, bags under his eyes. “Hi,” his voice is gruff and crackly, like he’d been in a coma for days.
“Hello.” You answer back, wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort, rocking back and forth on your heels as you struggle to decide what to do next.
Neteyam decides for you when he sits up just enough to reach your hand, and he pulls you over towards him, making you sit with him. You help him readjust his position so he can sit as well, back against the wall and injured arm wrapped in a sling. You sit next to him, back against the wall as well, heads tilted back as you search for the words to say.
“I thought I lost you for the second time today,” Your voice is shaky, like you were on the verge of admitting your feelings for him, just as he had vulnerably done so many months before. “When you fell to the ground, I was sure you were dead.”
He sighs, wrapping his good arm around your shoulders to pull you into him, your face nuzzling into his neck.
It felt so strange to be this close to him. After pretty much hating each other and being as separated as possible, to being joined at the hip gave you whiplash, but in a really cheesy way, it still felt so right. Like Neteyam was literally put on this planet to be your soulmate.
“I cannot die yet. I haven’t tortured you enough with my presence.” Neteyam attempts at a joke, and for a moment, you smile, but it quickly diminishes when he grunts in pain.
The two of you let the silence take over for some time, just wrapped in each other's arms, listening to the slightly unsteady sound of his heartbeat.
“You know, you broke my heart.” You speak after some time, voice hoarse as you look up at him, seeing a wave of emotion pass over him. Guilt, shame, regret.
“I know. I had to.” He whispers, looking straight back at you, teary eyes glistening in the light.
You feel your own eyes well up, but you pull your gaze away from him, looking down at your hands in your lap. “Why?” You ask, voice shaky as you try to hold back the sobs.
He pulls away from you and you feel your heart beat faster, thinking you had said something wrong. But then he’s cupping your cheek with the hand he could actually use and lifting your head until you’re looking at him again. “Because, it was the only way to stop you from coming after us. I had to break you to keep you safe.”
A sob leaves your body, you feel the tears running down your cheeks, gathering at Neteyam’s fingertips. Your eyes flicker between his. “Well, I still found you.”
Neteyam smiles, eyes full of adoration. “Yes, you did. You never listened to me, anyway.”
You laugh sadly, leaning your face into his hand, eyes closing as more tears fall from them. You’re close enough to feel his breath on your lips, and suddenly, you’re nervous to open your eyes again. You’d never been in such an intimate moment with someone before. Despite your best efforts, your eyes flicker open, immediately dropping to his lips, watching as they widen into a smirk.
“Neteyam…” You trail off, eyes roaming over his face, greedily taking him all in. “I see you.” You whisper, voice only breaking the tiniest bit as you place your hand over his one on your cheek, tangling your fingers together. You move your other hand to his chest, fingers splaying across his blue skin.
He doesn’t hesitate, just touches his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut. “I see you, my love.” Your eyes shut in relief at his words, and he takes the moment to press your lips together, conveying every word he ever wanted to say to you with his mouth as it moves against yours.
“She’s been in here for ages, bro — Oh.” You immediately tear away from each other, stuck like deers in headlights as every Sully offspring enters the room, all wearing similar expressions of shock.
Lo’ak raises his eyebrows, awkwardly clearing his throat. “Oh.” He finishes, chewing his lip to stop himself from laughing.
Kiri is the first to burst out into laughter, immediately joined by Lo’ak, and shortly followed by Tuk, who probably doesn’t even understand what she’s laughing about, but she does anyway.
You can’t help it, you smile the biggest you have in months, covering your face with your hands as you lean your back into Neteyam’s chest, knowing full well he was smiling and blushing too.
“You skxawng’s!” Neteyam yells through a fit of laughter.
Jake and Neytiri decide to join at this moment, and you wish the floor would swallow you whole.
“Who’s a skxawng and why?” Jake asks, looking around at you all, trying to find the answer.
Neytiri has a knowing look on her face. Just smirks as she makes her way over to you, taking the spot on the other side of you and pulling you into a hug, resting her chin on the top of your head.
The rest of the Sully’s follow, surrounding you and Neteyam, all connecting to you in some way, whether it was holding hands, heads on shoulders or legs touching, you were all connected, and finally, you felt whole again.
Sully’s stick together.
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summary: you and neteyam just don’t get along. but when the threat of no longer seeing each other comes to light, you both come to realise your true feelings, but it could be too late.
warnings: tiny bit of violence from the sky people
notes: angst, fluff, mean/sad/angry boy neteyam.
word count: 2.6k
!reader is the same age as neteyam!
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If there was one thing you had learnt throughout your time with the Sully family, it was that hating someone was a lot like loving them.
You were a part of the Omaticaya clan, lead by none other than Jake Sully, who had taken you under his wing after the death of your parents and sister. You had grown particularly close to his children, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk. There was also Neteyam, but you couldn’t exactly say you were close with the boy.
Actually, you and Neteyam were closer to enemies than friends. You both had clashing personalities. You were more like Lo’ak, chasing trouble and sometimes causing it, whereas he was the perfect son, always following the rules and giving you and Lo’ak a hard time when you broke them.
He didn’t understand your attraction to impulsivity, to living on the edge, and you didn’t understand his resistance to it. To sum it up, you both made each others lives a little more difficult.
When Jake had assigned you, Lo’ak and Neteyam as lookouts for the train heist, you were both excited and honoured that you were being allowed to sit in on your first mission. Unfortunately, that decision came with a thorough lecture from the eldest Sully son.
Neteyam grabbed you by the elbow - grip soft enough to not hurt you, but still with some assertion to it, and pulled you along with him, grabbing Lo’ak by the ear at the same time and pulling him along for the ride.
“Bro, what the hell?” Lo’ak exclaimed, and just as you shook your arm from Neteyam’s grasp, he came to a halt.
“I need you two to be on your best behaviour tomorrow. Seriously, Dad will skin me alive if you two skxawngs do anything to mess this up!” Neteyam stood just before you and Lo’ak, head tilted down slightly to meet your eyes. “No riding off. No involving yourself where you are not supposed to. No messing with the ikran’s. None of that. Do you understand?”
You and Lo’ak look to each other, and you bite your lip to stop the smirk threatening to inch it’s way across your face. You look back at Neteyam, who is peering down at you with pure annoyance.
“Lo’ak, did you hear what Dad- I mean Neteyam said?” You look back towards Lo’ak who’s now smirking, and you hear Neteyam scoff loudly.
You look back to Neteyam, rolling your eyes. “Yes, sir,” you mock, knowing he hated to be called sir. “We will be on our best behaviour.”
His eyes narrow at you, you could practically see the frustration radiating off him, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you a little nervous. After a long moment, he shakes his head, looking a little dejected before sauntering off towards the forest.
Guilt bubbles it’s way up your stomach and to your throat so fast that it almost spills out of your mouth in excessive apologies, but Lo’ak is grabbing your wrist and pulling you in the opposite direction, no doubt towards some trouble.
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You watched in awe at the scene below you. The train had been completely derailed in seconds, ending in explosions and fire, but you could still hear the war cries of your people.
“Bro,” Lo’ak swivelled his head toward you and Neteyam, keeping his ikran steady. You knew just by the look on his face that he was about to suggest something really stupid. “We have got to get down there!”
Neteyam immediately shook his head. “No way, Dad would skin us!” He yelled. You could see how stressed he was.
You loved trouble. Especially with a tiny bit of controlled danger on the side. But this was plain stupid. The Olo’eyktan had given the three of you direct orders, and this wasn’t some silly prank you and Lo’ak could do in the forest. This was real life. It was too dangerous.
“Lo’ak, no! Listen to your brother.” You swerve your ikran into him a little, and he gives you only a mischievous smile in return, before quickly descending down towards the fire.
“Lo’ak!” You and Neteyam yell in unison as you turn your ikran, ready to follow him down and make sure he doesn’t get himself killed, but Neteyam calls your name to stop you.
“You, stay here. One skxawng down there is enough!” He yells at you, before he is accelerating toward the scene, leaving you alone with your anger.
You try to get Lo’ak to listen, and this is how Neteyam reacts. With a war cry and a lift of your bow, you follow the two boys into the fiery pits of hell.
It didn’t end well.
After the explosion that sent you flying, you limped through the debris, still carrying your broken bow in search of Lo’ak or Neteyam.
You easily recognise the back of Neteyam’s head, and your heart drops as his body remains unmoving. “Neteyam?” You mumble, almost in a daze as you drop to your knees next to him, rolling him onto his back. You gasp when you see he is still alive, and Jake shows up immediately after.
He grabs onto Neteyam, checking him for wounds. “What are you doing here, boy? What the hell were you two thinking?” He yells, before throwing Neteyam over his shoulder who was mumbling away his apologies.
“Jake! Jake! Where’s Lo’ak, is he okay?” You grab onto his shoulder as he begins rushing off, ignoring how Neteyam’s groans of pain made your heart ache.
“He’s fine, he left. Can you ride?” He asks you, and you simply nod in return before calling your ikran, quickly fleeing the scene and dreading how much trouble you’re about to be in.
You make it back a little after the Sully’s as you stopped a few times to help the wounded, but you immediately land and run to their hut as best as you can despite the blood oozing from your leg.
“Y/N!” Tuk sees you first, and she immediately jumps up to hug you, your arms wrapping around her in return.
“Hi, Tuk Tuk.” You smile, looking up and making eye contact with Neteyam who was groaning in pain at his grandmothers roughness. Your smile immediately disappears, and you can feel the animosity.
Kiri also greets you with a hug, before expressing concern over the wound on your leg. You tell her she can patch you up after Neteyam, and you manage to catch Lo’ak’s eye, who has been trying not to look at you since you got back.
You charge over to him, and he looks up at you guiltily. “Lo’ak. That was stupid. You could’ve been killed!” You tell him firmly, before pulling him onto a hug, closing your eyes in relief that no one had been hurt.
“Y/N, I need to talk to you.” Neteyam’s voice has you turning around to face his back that was protruding from the hut.
You and Lo’ak share a look of confusion, but you follow Neteyam out anyway, until you’re away from anyone who could hear you.
He spins around to face you after a few seconds, and the look on his face is pure torment. “You are hurt.” His eyes drop down to your leg, and you subconsciously place your hand over the blood, wincing a little.
“I am fine. You are hurt worse.” You point out, and he moves his hands to his hips, sighing down at the ground before meeting your eye again.
“Lo’ak is lucky to be alive. I told the both of you not to mess this up, and look what happened. Lo’ak is grounded, you are hurt and I am in deep shit with my Dad.”
“Hey, I tried to stop him. I did not encourage him to do what he did.” You furrow your eyebrows, taking a defensive stance.
“He is always trying to impress you! And you encourage him.” Neteyam raises his voice a little and you squint your eyes at him, ears turning down.
“He is trying to live up to you, Neteyam! He sees you are perfect son, this is very hard on him too.” You defend Lo’ak, because people rarely do, and this seems to anger Neteyam more.
“You should not speak. You do not know what it is like to have a family you must protect.” He blurts out, and you feel your face drop at his venomous words. Your heart seems to beat through your chest, and judging by the look on Neteyam’s face, he knows he has struck a cord.
You feel the tears well up in your eyes, but you are not going to stand in front of him and cry. Your tail wraps around your own leg and you drop your eyes from his before storming off, making sure to bump his shoulder on the way.
“Y/N!” He calls, but you ignore him. When you heard his footsteps coming towards you, you spin around to hiss, tears spilling onto your cheeks.
He holds his hands up in surrender, guilty look plastered on his face, but you didn’t care. He had crossed a line, and it was going to take a lot to forgive that.
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Being held hostage by the sky people was one of the scariest things you’ve ever experienced. You didn’t care so much about what could happen to you, but you were all there. Lo’ak, Tuk, Kiri and Spider.
“Mawey, Tuk, Mawey.” Kiri’s attempts at soothing Tuk were shot down rather quickly when the soldier holding her yanked on her hair, causing her to yelp.
“Don’t touch her!” Spider screams, although slightly muffled due to your hiss and struggle in another’s soldiers grasp.
You’re not sure how it happened. At one point you could hear Neytiri’s calls through the wind, and the next, multiple soldiers were dead and you were all fleeing, dodging bullets and arrows and wondering arms of the soldiers.
Unbeknownst to you, a bullet was seconds away from being fired at your head, and Neteyam jumped to knock you out of the way, landing on top of you. You had managed to land on your knife, and it barely pierced the skin of your back, but it was enough for you to scream in pain.
Neteyam clamps his hand over your mouth, using his strong weight to keep your writhing body still. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” He whispers, signalling for you to be silent as he removes his hand from your mouth. He releases some of his way to roll you onto your side and observe your wound. He winces, using his hand to apply pressure to your wound, and tears fall down your cheeks. “I know, I know. Just stay quiet. It’s okay.”
You both freeze like that for a few moments, waiting for the guns to stop. He’s looking away, but you admire the sparking dots on his face, like stars in the dark sky. Water dripping from his eyelashes and hair. You’re worried how natural this feels. How good it feels to be close to him. You feel the remnants of a smile on your face, but it’s quickly wiped away when everything goes silent. Neteyam looks around, clearing the area.
“Can you walk?” He asks, finally looking at you and you nod vigorously as you allow him to help you up. He holds your hand through the rain and the forest, only letting go to push you onto his ikran. He jumps in front of you and you wrap an arm around his waist and the other hand grips onto his ikran, riding off through the rain after Neytiri and Jake.
Shortly after returning, you find out Spider was captured, and you spend the remainder of the night comforting and crying with Kiri, heart aching over the absence of your human friend.
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The morning after, you arrive at the Sully’s hut, but it is mostly empty. Neteyam is the only one still there, with a basket of items in his hands, ionar on his forehead.
You furrow your eyebrows, suddenly getting a sick feeling in your stomach.
“Where is everyone?” You ask, and Neteyam jumps at the sound of your voice. He quickly looks away from you, continuing with whatever he was doing.
The two of you haven’t really spoken since what he said about your family, and you couldn’t really count the night before because it wasn’t exactly a conversation.
“Preparing the ikran’s.” He states simply, scanning over the fully empty hut before making his way past you.
“Ikran’s for what? Where is all your stuff? Why are you carrying a basket of Tuk’s toys?” You question, quickening your pace to catch up to him. Your heart was pounding in your ears, you felt you were on the verge of a panic attack, and Neteyam was purposely being discreet.
“For our journey. We are leaving the Omaticaya clan.”
You stop in your tracks, mouth open to say something, but nothing comes out. Your throat aches as you swallow down a lump. Neteyam must sense your lack of reaction, because he spins around with a stone cold expression.
“Last night, that was not random. The sky people have come back and they are after my father. We must leave to keep the people safe.”
You place a hand over your forehead, feeling the tears prick at the back of your eyes. “What about me? I have no family. Jake would not leave without me.” Your voice is shaky and unconvincing.
“He was going to bring you. I advised him not to.” Neteyam fidgets with the basket in his hand, looking down at it to avoid your broken stare.
“You hate me that much? You hate me so much you are taking the closest thing to a family I have?” You yell, making your way over to him and shoving him by his chest. He falls back a step but quickly recovers.
“No, that is not why-“
“You are lying!” You cry, holding your hands over your eyes in an attempt to comprehend what the hell was happening. “How could you do this to me, Neteyam? What did I do to make you hate me so mu-“
“I do not hate you, Y/N!” He raises his voice, dropping the basket of toys and taking a step closer to you. “I do not hate you. I pretend to because it is so much easier.” His voice cracks at the end, and he drops his head, taking deep breaths in.
“Easier than what?” You demand, arms wrapping around your own body to give yourself a hug, as if that could stop the shattering of your heart. He remains silent, just staring at the ground. You grab his chin with one of your hands, lifting it until your eyes meet.
“Easier than what, Neteyam?” You whisper, frowning at his watery eyes.
“Easier than wanting you.”
Your hands drops from his face and it falls to your own heart. “What are you saying, Neteyam?” You ask him softly, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.
He takes a deep breath in. Kicks a rock on the ground. “I am saying I do not hate you. It is the opposite. I told my father not to bring you because it will put you in too much danger. You have already been hurt so much because of us, and I cannot watch you be hurt anymore.” He explains, and you feel your heart mend a little.
“Neteyam, it is not your decision to make for me.” You cup his cheek with your hand, and he leans into your touch, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I love you too much to put you in danger. I’m sorry.” He moves a hand to your own cheek, placing a long, delicate kiss on your forehead, and then he’s walking away, basket of toys in one hand, your heart in the other.
i just wanna say, thank you so much for all the love my neteyam fic is getting. i want to continue writing more, so please send me your requests and i will do my best to fulfil them <3
summary: it's no secret that jake can be a little too hard on his two sons, but neteyam rarely let anyone see how it affected him, except you, unbeknownst to him.
warnings: none
notes: fluff, angst, sad boy neteyam
!reader is the same age as neteyam!
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Simply put, Neteyam had a lot on his shoulders.
He felt as though there was a constant pressure in his life, something strong and consuming his being, other times lingering in the background like a soft whisper, an unspoken reminder that he was the son of Toruk Makto.
Not only did he feel the crushing weight of trying to live up to his father, but his younger brother considered him the golden child. No matter what he did, someone would be unhappy.
Of course, Neteyam being Neteyam, he'd always take the blame for his little brother. Even though it was Lo'ak that said it first, he too knew how it felt to be one big disappointment, and he'd never want anyone else to feel that way.
Being chosen along with your siblings, Aonung and Tsireya, to help the Sully's acclimatise to the ocean, you had gotten close to the family, with a special interest in Neteyam. Only, he didn't really know it. He didn't know you watched him, keenly observing him, admiring him from a distance.
You had seen it so many times before. The slump in his shoulders when he was reprimanded yet again for some foolish thing his brother did, the guilty eyes, the vigorously nodding head to keep the peace, the defeated sighs.
What you weren't supposed to see, what he didn't want anyone to see, was the wobbling lip when he was dismissed by his father, sauntering off to his own quiet place to be alone. The frustrated hand rubbing at his forehead, eyebrows furrowed with tension. The quiet scolding of himself, belittling words spilling from his mouth.
You just watched. You felt guilty for not comforting him, you felt even more guilty for being there and witnessing something he did not intend for anyone to see. When he was vulnerable and none the wiser. But one night, it was particularly bad.
It happened when word got around about Lo'ak bonding with Payakan. Neteyam was scolded for not watching his brother at all times, and predictably, he took that blame and apologised profusely to his father before beginning his ritual of lonely self loathing. He didn't know you saw him, but you couldn't miss the tears welling up in his eyes, the look of pure torment on his face.
You quietly followed him, not making a sound as he stormed down the marui, all the way to the end until he was far from everyone, where he just sat and let his feet hang in the water, head resting in his hands.
You stopped just behind him, slightly surprised that he didn't feel your footsteps due to the bounce of the marui. "Neteyam," you utter and watch as his soul almost leaves his body, sparing you only a startled glance as he swats at his tears and turns away from you.
"Oh! Hey, Y/N," his voice is shaky and a little hoarse despite his efforts to mask his obvious sadness.
You smile gently, taking the spot next to him and letting your own legs dip into the water, eyes cast on the bioluminescence's just below your feet.
"You should not hide from me," you say after a moments silence, turning your head to watch Neteyam as he fights to appear unbothered. "Neteyam, are you okay?" You ask, lifting a finger to gently swipe a stray tear from his cheek, resisting the urge to smile at the obvious affect is had on him.
"I'm okay. Things are just difficult right now. It feels like no matter what I do, someone will be disappointed. And I don't want to be a disappointment anymore." He keeps his eyes cast on his feet, yellow eyes shimmering with tears and the reflection of water.
It was rare to see this side of Neteyam. The vulnerable, doubtful side. You didn't like it, you wished you had the right words to make it all go away, but you didn't. Tsireya would probably know exactly what to say.
You furrow your eyebrows, leaning toward the boy who in the moment appeared so small and fragile. "Neteyam," you whisper, lifting your hand to rest against his cheek, forcing him to look at you. A flood of emotion fills his eyes and you can see his breath hitch. "You are not a disappointment. Especially not to me-"
He begins to shake his head in disbelief, his warm cheek suddenly leaving your grasp as he pushes himself up, already beginning to walk away from you.
A pang of hurt hits you, but you know you can't take it personally.
"Neteyam! Please do not walk away from me." You call after him, voice a little firmer than what he's used to, but it's enough to make him stop in his tracks, his strong back to you. You take a couple steps closer, easily seeing the tension in his shoulders.
"Look at me," you say, softer this time, and he hesitates for a moment before he turns to face you, the tears now streaming freely down his face, eyes turning red and puffy. The sight of it breaks your heart, and you feel your lip wobble and tears prick in the corners of your own eyes.
You resist the urge to reach out and hold him, but you wanted him to hear your words first.
"You are not a disappointment," you repeat, and when he looks like he's about to shake his head again, you hold your hand up to silence him. "Not to me. If you knew how much I admired you, you would think I'm crazy."
You watch as his lip twitches, eyes landing everywhere but on yours, almost as if he was having an inner battle on whether to believe you or not.
You step forward, lifting your hand and placing it over his heart, feeling it race and stutter under your palm. Your eyes drop to your hand for a moment, turquoise skin against his blue. "Neteyam..." you look back up at his eyes, and he's already staring down at you. "I see you." A single tear rolls down your cheek and Neteyam doesn't hesitate to reach out and wipe it away, just as you had for him, before he places his hand over your own heart, a small smile breaking through the sadness.
"I see you." He confirms, and something shifts between the two of you, like the ending of a friendship, but the beginning of something else, something different, something bigger than you both.
The world around you disappears for a moment, and for the first time in a long time, the soft whisper in the wind reminding Neteyam of his shortcomings disappears, just as you rest your forehead against his.
