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woneuntonzz · 1 year ago

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what's it like to love ? 𓇢𓆸

anton lee x afab!reader (part 5/5)

• part 1

• part 2

• part 3

• part 4

warnings: cussing!

genre: fluff -`��´- highschool love

word count: 2.8k words!!

[note!!: hiii i'd just like to quickly say that this is my first post ever and i'm still a bit insecure with my writing, and english is not my first language so bare with me now 🙏 open for any forms of feedback

please do take note that i will take longer to update/respond to anything because of school, thank you!!! ]

[Day 99]

It's been a few weeks since your senior year began, though, the path to take after overcoming highschool is still a little unclear to you. Still, you don't rush yourself.

“Psychology's quite interesting.” you said as your fingers glided through the array of vinyls.

“You wanna be a therapist?” Anton was at the other side of the tall steel shelf that divided the two of you.

Your fingers stopped on a vinyl of your favorite The Smiths song. You walked over to the record player, just in time when Queen had sung the last lines to Don't Stop Me Now. Anton crept up behind you and laid his hands on your shoulders.

“That song reminds me of the time when I first fell for you.” he would whisper in your ear.

You turned your head and looked up at him with raised brows. “Really?”

“Yeah. I've liked you since freshman year. I can remember very vividly. I felt so tired from training at the time and kinda hated that I still had to go to school the next morning. I was sleeping in the classroom during lunch time, and, like, I had my head down and couldn't see anything, then I suddenly heard you singing 'There's a light, and it never goes out'.” Anton sang the last part right into your ear.

When the record started to play the song, you turned around to face him.

“How'd you know it was me if you couldn't see?” you posed him a question followed by a low chuckle.

“That's the thing. I wanted to know who it was so bad, but I didn't know how. I'm still a total loser at the end of the day.” His words got you shaking your head at a mild pace, laughing. “I guess it took me about 3 weeks to figure it out. You would always sing it randomly. At some point I thought you were doing it on purpose to get to me.”

Disbelief was displayed on your face as you looked at him. “Wow, I can't— why would I even try to 'get to you' when you never even talked to me unless you really needed to.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just that —well, I just thought you were like the other girls back then that snuck love letters underneath my desk and stuff.” your smile grew to a cackle that infected him.

The sweet sound of your harmonious laughter and the music marked another halcyon for the two of you to look back on.

“Okay 'Mr. Chick-magnet'.” you joked as you hugged his waist and buried your face in his chest.

As a response, he wraps an arm around your body, and the other would reach behind your head, caressing your hair as the two of you slowly and subtly swayed to the music.

You two have been together for almost 3 months now. Not much has changed since then other than being more open and touchy with each other and no longer caring if people gave you piercing looks for being so enamored towards each other.

The record store would end up being a hotspot for you two —though, it would only be when you weren't able to go to your grandfather's flower fields. The record store owner grew fond of seeing you and Anton lost in each other's visage, and the music. He saw the way you would stare into each other's eyes and wondered what kind of film played in them to cause so much immersion from the two of you.

“I thought it was easy to play the cello.” you mumbled against his chest.

“Yeah. It is, you just don't know how.” you giggled at his light-hearted retort.

You looked up at him with gleaming eyes.

“Am I a bad teacher?” he asked softly.

“No, not at all. I guess I'm just really distracted.” a chuckle escapes his mouth by the end of your answer.

“Distracted by what?” he prodded at you with his words, and his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You grin knowing both you and him already know the answer to that.

“By you.”

He took you to his house after another one of his swimming matches. Well, it was actually his mom who had asked you to come to their home for dinner and drove you along. Anton wordlessly thanked his mom for inviting you over, he wanted to do so himself, but he got scared you would decline.

After dinner, he took you to his room and there you finally saw the cello that would always be in the background when you two facetimed, that he sometimes would play to you through call. He played you your favorite ballad and asked you to sing to it. His mind would adrift from the walls of his room and would follow the mist of your dulcet voice. You loved the way he closed his eyes as he played, and how he'd slowly flutter his eyes open to meet yours. His sobriety shattered as he got drunk in your grace and how your head would tilt to peek in his reverie, and it almost slipped out of his mouth —I love you, but something held him back.

After a while, he would go on to teach you. He'd position himself behind you, and guide your hands with his own. His hands would linger on your skin which made you unable to follow his directions or comprehend anything he said clearly.

After everything that went down, he truly never wanted to let go of your hand as you stepped into the gate of your own home. His smile urged you to drag him along with you, but you resisted, and gave him a quick peck on his cheek before saying goodbye.

“You know when you'd always lecture me on the lessons I can't understand?”

You and Anton were now seated on the little sofa in the store, you laid your head on his shoulder as he played with your hands.

“Hmm~ what about it?” you asked him back.

“At some point I constantly lied about not getting it so you can teach me over and over again.” he says, almost in a laugh, laying his head against yours.

“Are you saying that because I jokingly called you stupid one time…” you felt him frantically shake his head.

“No! I'm being for real.” he laughed.

“Yeah, okay…” you kept your wary tone from which he dragged your hand near his mouth and bit it lightly. “What are you doing?”

You two were giggling against each other. It was only with each other that you reached true serenity. You were lucky to have the record store all to yourselves. It would always be empty —at least at the times you'd visit— as if it was being reserved for the two of you.

————— ୨୧ —————

You sat on your desk, typing out an essay given by your English teacher as an assignment to be submitted the next day. You hopped on a call with your friends who were given the same assignment.

“Our essay topic is just 'memories', she just gave us that word, said nothing else about it and left!” Yuna grumbled.

“Tell me about it. Anyways, what topic was given to your class Y/n?” Liz asked.

“Love. Just love.” you replied, continuously typing on your laptop.

“Dang. That's kinda easy.” you couldn't help but grin at the slight frustration in Liz's voice.

“'Memories' is not that bad. You're both school journalists, you can do it!” you gave them words of encouragement in hopes that they'd start to restlessly type too.

“Okay, okay. Game mode on.”

You couldn't stop your lips from forming a smile as you read through what you had already typed. The only reason this was easy for you was because of the given topic. It gave you the opportunity to give an answer to the life-long question you've had in your head.

“Finally finished! I feel so tired. I'm gonna head out first, I might bang my head against my desk if I don't go to sleep, bye lovies! See you tomorrow!” Danielle yawned before leaving the call.

“Me too guys hehe.” Yuna spoke.

“Y/n? you're still not done?” Xen asked.

“Yep. Just doing revisions. I'll be done in a few minutes.” you were in fact not done, not doing revisions just yet, you just had a lot to say.

“Well, let's end the call and get some sleep. Go to sleep as soon as you finish, yeah?” you looked over to your phone screen and gave Xen a dozy nod. “Okay, bye babes!”

“Bye-bye!”

“See y'all tomorrow!”

You turned your attention back to your essay, deep in thought. An idea suddenly crossed your mind. You would finish your essay, but would end up sleeping way later as your head ran with thoughts about tomorrow.

————— ୨୧ —————

[Day 100]

You woke up to your mom assisting you to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Your temperature spiked up and you felt light-headed the whole time. It was still early in the morning, but you were already receiving sought messages from your friends, including Anton.

You chuckled before getting up from where you sat. You realized it would take you all the strength you had to get to your room to retrieve your laptop, still, you persisted and was back in the kitchen with your laptop within minutes. You hurriedly sent him the file, but then you remembered. You had intended to give it to him after it had been graded by your teacher —as a love letter. It sounds cheesy, but there's more to that. It contains your genuine thoughts and feelings, the big and the small that you languished over, and most importantly, it contains the words both you and him have yet to utter.

It was really only recently when you'd find yourself thinking about it. Maybe it's too early —was enough to shut down your thoughts. It had only been 2 months, but you happily embraced his affection, his words, his voice, his touch, every moment with him felt enchanting to you. You were certain he felt the same and he would often express it with his eyes and the placement of his hands and indirectly if he was being vocal. The shared passion for one another was undeniable, and it only seems to be growing more and more as time goes by that even after the first heated argument you've had with him a while back, you two were able to recover and came out better than ever.

“Eat well hun'. It's better if you lay for the rest of the day.” your mom went over to you to caress your hair.

She had decided to call in sick for work to take care of you today, and you couldn't be more thankful.

You did what your mom advised you to and the whole day, you laid on your bed as you listened to the playlist Anton put together for you for your first monthsary to help you sleep or relax yourself.

————— ୨୧ —————

When you woke up, the sun was already setting. You weren't feeling any better from when you had fallen asleep which frustrated you a bit. You stood up and stayed there for a little bit, feeling dizzy. You suddenly heard a knock at your door. You weren't sure if it was your hazy mind making up the sounds or if it was real, but you still took weak steps to the door to answer it.

“Tonii?” you were engulfed in Anton's arms the moment you opened the door. “Why are you here?”

Anton didn't speak and led you back to your bed.

He had that look in his eyes again. It was the same eyes you saw that night at the flower fields.

“I love you too.”

Your heart was throbbing loudly and it was the only thing you could hear right after Anton's voice faded into your soul.

He didn't wait for you to respond as he knew you were feeling too weak to continuously speak, and so he cupped your cheek with his hand, while the other held your hand as he leaned in for his lips to slowly collide with yours.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

It was Anton's first time going into the student council office without you. He stood by the printer quietly trying to brush off the student council officers eyeing him as if he was eating up all the printing paper. He immediately rushed out once he got your essay printed.

He still couldn't believe the length of your essay as it was three pages long, even then, he was intrigued and wanted to read what you had put that made it so lengthy.

He decided to stay back in the classroom a little longer when lunch came around. He sat on his seat with his back against the wall next to him and started to read.

What's it like to love? an atypical query to have as a child, as you would think most in the age of innocence could only make time and thought for leisure and the attainment of joy, but young minds are always curious. The very first time I caught a glimpse of love was in the form of a field of flowers…

Anton was hooked and mesmerized with your potency.

…It was from it that I realized that if you truly loved, any ounce of pain, blood, or sweat will be overlooked. I failed to completely understand it back then, throughout my years of adolescence, I've had my fair share of misfortunes when it came to love. I was easily convinced that what I was feeling during those times were love despite the lack of sincerity from those who had taken my heart for granted. It took some time to accept that being 'young and stupid' is not just a phrase being thrown around as an excuse, but it's an indication of vulnerability. I had my time to heal and embarked on a journey to self-betterment, and I thought maybe love is waiting for me at some other point in my life, and this thought would later be contradicted…

Anton flipped over to the next page with a vivid mind.

…I am admittedly afraid of what the future holds. This man that had me smitten was one I never even acknowledged fully until much later. I had no idea what took so long for me to see him when he's been around since I've begun recklessly handing my heart out to others. To think back, if I had handed him my heart back then, maybe I would've been spared from all the tears I have shed because I know he would hold it dearly, close to his own…

…feelings I have never felt before, that I never even knew of, are now all I yearn for when the sky's painted black. It was with him that I understood what it was truly like to be appreciated, to be loved with no conditions. It's a pain to think that it could all disappear with a blink of an eye, but when he holds me close and looks into my eyes, I am assured. What's it like to love? to love, is him. It is he, my love, my one and only. I had liked you for 100 days, and today I declare, I love you, Anton Lee.

Your words plunged deep into his heart. Seeing his name after those words made him feel dazed, warm and just so, so in love. He wanted to see you, to feel you. He looked over to your empty desk and could see the specter of your smile against the light of the sun.

It had seemed as though you had written him a love letter with not much intention of receiving a high mark for your sleepless effort. But even if this task was not assigned, you would still plan on expressing everything you had written to him directly, for the 100th day.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

You pushed Anton away gently, and very weakly so. You weren't able to actually make him back away, but he got the message and pulled back.

“You're gonna get sick too.” you faintly voiced out your worry.

Anton bit his lip and proceeded to make the heat in your body rise even more as he smiled. He gently pulled you closer to him, laying your head on his chest and wrapping you with his warm embrace.

“I love you so much.” he uttered under his breath, burying his face in your hair.

You just remained quiet, and snuggled even closer to him. Your arms would lazily make their way around his neck, and you would look up and express your love with your lips once more.

Anton went home with a sanguine tint on his cheeks, feeling so warm and fuzzy inside. Let's just say the warmth would become more literal than figurative, and you would definitely be the one to visit him the next day.

Fin.

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holdyourwine · 2 years ago

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Oh Eywa, Is She Not The Word Beauty Itself?

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ featuring Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan, Omaticayan female self-insert character 2.8k words, timeskip mentioned; Neteyam and his beloved are 17 years old, suggestive theme, fluff

HIS BEAUTEOUS BRIDE ;

˗ˏˋ(.n) He yielded the universe for her, to make his love its way to be poured upon her fair skin. Far from home, Awa’atlu, reminding the promise he had made in the last minute of their feet upon the ground of their homeland. ´ˎ˗

Somewhere in Pandora during an eclipse, where the sea breeze sweeps its cold into their faces, where the fire illuminates the glee that etched on everyone’s visages. Where the music has not stopped playing its harmony until dawn reaches them. The Navi, and their consorts and descendants, following with Sullys, are showered with the opulence of foods and wine— that dine of warriors worthy of their fights.

As if the musician’s lyre is not enough to cradle their blithesome all night, the sight of two dancing flower girls set their feet near the fire in their midst sure gives all Metkayinan a surprised yet amused complexion. Just one man that stands with most different glint in his eyes, you happen to see the glamorous feelings within his golden eyes. His orbs meet hers, down to the scene of her soft hands which reaching, curling, swaying, just to create dance movements, as those golden hands of Tyan; the musician, start strumming upon those strings to create a mellifluous melody.

“Oho? Is she not, the sweet lover of Neteyam?” Ao’nung’s question for sure pulls a proud yet sheepish glare from the eldest of Sully; Neteyam, as he laughs it off. The son of Tonowari only chuckles to nothing but his friend, Rotxo, feeling his own content of being able to tease his friend— as if Neteyam is sure enough his smitten side is not overlooked in his expression amongst the other Na’vi, in truth, it is not. It is not even a secret that there is a spark, such an attachment entangles the two souls.

Ignoring their furor upon the two dancing angels; Neteyam’s lovely woman and Tsireya, he sits in silence as he enjoys the music, and the curve of her body, barely noticing his little brother ; Lo’ak, joining his clarity of watching their beloved. The youngest son of Sully moves the cup made by a dried fruit shell in his hand slightly, to see how the liquid brushes its container before it fills his mouth. With the beauty of that Metkayinan whose skin becomes one with his darling’s during the entertainment, Neteyam notices the spark that Tsireya throws is giving an effect to his little brother. “Are they not lovely, bro?”

With one proud glance, Neteyam nods. “Indeed, she is.”

Another strum upon the lyre hits the atmosphere as his darling gracefully swaying her body, thin arms divide the air alongside the soft strands of her crown brushes her glimmering countenance— she dances, dances, with the splendor of her own beauty. For his yellow eyes, the whole scenery is enchanted by the charm of her, stopping the time as the only souls left were him and his dearest. Neteyam rests his face atop his palm as he savors the sight before him ; the minimal white silk and chiffon fabric that covers her chest and lower body, still exhibits the curvature of her body due to the transparent cloth. Yet his gaze also catches the other males’ liking to the delicate move of the half-blood Na’vi’s blue body, some has a concealed lust within their irises, to that very body he hugged the night before, where his hands roamed, and the said thoughts once again providing him such pride.

O how he really wants to rip their filthy eyes out of its skull, for the treason of besmirching his darling’s body with their full of lust glances. They do not deserve to look at her tame eyes, and her skin is not a mere entertainment to please their hungry looks.

Ah, seems like her shimmering orbs meet his golden ones. A satisfied hum leaves Neteyam’s lips as he realizes his darling has not put any effort let alone intention to break their tender locked gaze. The last minute of lyre reaches the end as a sweet smile etches her ripe lips, her feets bring her slender arms swaying its way to the dance, meeting with Tsireya’s body before dividing the air back to her own chest, her eyelashes that shadied the dark irises beneath them just giving the more spice for her unvoiced loving stare. She is such a sweet woman, and Neteyam feels pleased enough to know that she is.

The furor coming from their cheering fills the air following with praises, before others get occupied with the previous meal they had minutes prior to the fascinating show, still, in some of their topics, they talk about the attractive (former) Omaticayan and flatter her still. Just by the moment, Neteyam realizes his family members have a silly smile on their face as their stare lingers on him. “Uh, what?”

“You sure be lucky to have her, bro.” A nudge from Lo’ak can be felt on his bicep.

“Shush now, Lo’ak.”

“Really? You are dismissing it? Oh, have you already grown bored of her?” An annoying tease comes unexpectedly from Kiri who laughs, later waving her hand in the direction of his lover.

Neteyam grunts, placing his hand on top of her head to disarray her hair. “What a lie, I would never be enough with the sight of her, Skxawng.”

“Really?” A soft voice joins the siblings’ jest, as the maiden bends down a bit to caress Neteyam’s shoulder; trying to get his attention.

A wide smile is shown on his face, as his hand joins hers. “Of course, my love. Have I looked like it?”

“Nope, but if so, then you would not mind coming with me?”

A whistle comes from his younger brother’s lips, which to be answered with a nudge on his arm from Kiri. “Come one, we should give the couple their space.”

As they leave with laughter, joining Tuk and their parents, Neteyam glances back to those doe yellow eyes, feeling her tail trails its trace softly on his thigh. A content sigh leaves his lips as he stands up, hand resting on her hip as he escorts her out of the place. As the crowd’s noises mute down, he can hear the happy giggle, as it pulls the same delicate smile on his face, Neteyam feels her hand now guiding him to a place near the shore.

“That place?”

“Huum!” She nods, linking her arm on his as she drops her head on his bicep. Neteyam chuckles, another hand flies to pat her soft straight hair, showing no sign of rejection upon visiting their special place that they discovered a year ago not long after they first arrived in Awa’atlu. Times like this, in silence, are the ones he cherishes; to have his darling by his side.

As they arrived there: a secluded cave that meets the water below, has a soft gasp. She tilts her head in happy demeanor as she urges him to sit, on the cozy spot they usually take for sleeping, but now, it is adorned with some cushions and mat; which she herself made. Noticing the confused yet amazed look on his face, she gives the explanation. “I want to sleep comfortably tonight, in here.”

“Then, sleep comfortably you will.” Neteyam answers with a relaxed manner as he rests his back against the rock wall, hand patting the spot beside him to signal that he wants her to be on his side.

To his surprise, his lover shakes her head in rejection, as she places her foot in front of another on the ground— left hand is placed on her chest, whilst another one is holding the edge of her bottom skirt in the air, slightly bending her body; a form of honor before one starts her dance. Noticing something, a small ‘oh’ leaves Neteyam’s lips. A big smile comes to her face as she sways her body in a jolly manner.

“Lady, not enough dancing minutes ago?” Neteyam finds a comfortable position to watch his darling; letting his elbow be his pedestal, half laying.

“Oh, not enough indeed, for I have not been an amusement for your own eyes.”

An eye roll is his answer, yet he still hypes her up with every slow movements; becoming exotic. Yes, the smile never falters from his face, proudly examining the curve of her body. And, indeed. She is for his eyes only, times like this. His brows rise, when the sight of her hand slowly detaches the white cloth on her chest in her dancing.

Eywa, she is so magnificent. So perfect.

Her yellow bright orbs wander, eyelashes illuminating the look in her eyes as she comes close, seductively moving her body near his but not enough to make a skinship. He straightens his position, ought to place his hands on her hips. “Come here.”

The bioluminescent dots glow at its finest on her bare body, as she finally places herself on his lap. He can feel her tail once again trailing on his thigh, as he runs his hand on her back. Those hands of hers start caressing his biceps, up to his shoulders as she holds them tightly, feeling his muscle. “Oh, how lucky I am to have such a mighty warrior like you, Nete.”

Her sweet voice drips like a honey on his skin, cradling his very being in its sweetness. As he disguises the yellow orbs, Neteyam grasps the plush skin of her hip. “And how fortunate I am to have such a rare beauty like you, Love.”

Eyelids batting open, all he can see is just her white teeth showing the canine fangs in between her wide smile. Returning the smile, Neteyam brings his fingertips to brush her spine, from just above of her tail to her nape, ever so slow, ever so soft it makes her shudder.

She can see how he closes his eyes, absorbing the feeling within as he lets his hands roam on her body, slowly slipping to her upper cloth. The maiden leans close, hands cradling his round face close to her as she peppers soft pecks on his cheeks.

Oh, she is so beautiful in his eyes; heavy breath fanning on his cheek, he can feel their chest colliding as his free hands drag her body close to his chest. “Neteyam …”

“Mhm?” He makes eye contact, noticing how the black pupils of hers dilated, in love, in admiration.

Her fingers trace the bioluminescence dots on his face, letting her lips meet the soft skin. She spends the whole time alone for her to appreciate her man’s beauty, kissing every inch of his cheeks, jaw, and neck. Neteyam lets out a groan when he feels her roaming hand on his chest, up and down just to caress him softly as she softly sucks on the skin near his collarbone; his sensitive area.

Whine leaves her lips when he grabs her chin, lifting her face up. As they said, eyes are windows to their souls; what his beloved can only see within those honey eyes is something equivalent to any loving words ever existed. Something equivalent to any prayers a devoted worshiper chants to his deity. Neteyam is smitten, oh so badly.

It feels like forever to take for granted, for their lips to finally meet in union. The plush texture of his lips meeting her soft and sweet pair, demonstrating the unspoken feeling. To say that they are two souls being one is an understatement, in this intimacy, Neteyam is her, and she is him. One. Each nibble on their lips, tongue slipping past to explore each other’s mouth, hands traveling on their body is never enough for them. They need more.

But, the constant need of air they breathe has to interfere. Breaking the contact, her fingers ghosting upon his cheekbones, before she snuggles close to his side. “I love you, I love you.”

It sounds like a prayer, a music, worthy of its elegant tone.

Neteyam places his hand on her nape, closing the distance between two yearning pairs of lips, swallowing what she left to say. His hold is gentle, speaking of how his big arm wraps her waist, chest to chest colliding, with her desperation to feel his love. With the difference their height have, and the chants his lips grant her, those legs of hers on each side of his body almost lost their composure for how weak they are under his dominance ; her arms cling around his neck, head looks up high to let the man devour herself.

The attachment of their bodies sure do give peculiar, and sweet sparks within ; which give him a strong attraction, and what he never felt before with anyone else but her, a sense of protectiveness and feeling that builds up in his stomach up to his chest. Only him who can taste her this way. He stops his kisses as his hands hike down to her thighs, making way for his lips to her jaw, down to her neck.

She tangles her fingertips between his braided hair, holding the butterflies from breaking free through her lower tummy. Oh, how she does not know what she has to react when Neteyam lowers her body on the soft surface of the sheet-covered ground, placing her head on the cushion pillow and gently letting her back meet it without breaking the kiss he performs on her body.

Small popping sounds are created in each open-mouthed wet kiss across her chest, yet his eyes trail up to meet her eyes once he feels he has done enough to smear his markings.

“Teyam—“

“Stop.”

And stop he does. The movement of his hands is not the only thing that stops, his heart too. Distancing from her plush skin, a puzzled look is evident in his poor eyes. She needs to make haste to avoid misunderstanding, so she lets her arms circle around his neck, pulling him into her embrace softly; letting his body rest on top of hers, head on her breasts.

“Home. Take me as your mate, in our home.”

Tranquility follows her voice, putting his heart in ease; he did think he had made a mistake. Later, Neteyam sneaks his arms beneath her to comfortably make her within his hold, lifting his head to let his chin rest on the middle part of her chest, eyes lovingly stare into her soul.

“Ah, right. I had promised you for it.”

Low hum vibrates on her chest which he lays upon, lips do not say a word yet her soft hands wander on her beloved’s back, up to his nape; Neteyam notices that her slim fingers pull the knot of his choker, letting it loose before she puts it beside her.

Drowned in her gentle act, he continues his sentences as she travels down to his right bicep; ever so slow doing the same on his armband. “What should I do to deserve a loving woman such as you, my love?”

A lovesick small smile comes into her lips, observing how he lowly purrs as he lays his cheek on her breast, feeling soft and relaxed as his darling softly caresses his bicep which is slightly reddened from the use of tight armband all day long. “Oh, darling. You need not do anything. I am just an ordinary one.”

By that answer, that oldest son of Sully makes a switch of their position, now having his little lover cuddled up on top of him in warmth. Neteyam places a loving kiss here and there on her forehead, dragging his lips on her soft hair; burying his mouth as prior to his confession.

“No. You, the one that Eywa has crafted by Herself; to take your maidenhood before Eywa, is it even enough to prove me worthy of Her creature?”

His fingers find the different texture of her upper back skin; a scar, bullet scar from the war almost 1 year ago. That remembrance itself brings a woeful smile on his lips. “You have me at your service, to protect you in a lifetime.”

A single tear that falls gracefully from her right eye, dripping onto his left chest; where his heart is located. Oh, she really wants to tell Eywa that she is indeed the happiest Na’vi alive on Pandora.

“Neteyam, my beloved, please stop. You own me, Eywa blesses this for She is always leading me to you, you to me.”

Trying to hide the tremble of her lips, she buries her face on the crook of his neck, hiding the joy, the blithesome feeling that breaks through her body. “I see you, love.”

“I see you.”

Surely, they shall walk amongst the ground as one of Omaticaya people, once again, back in their home, soon. For now, skin to skin shall they fall into slumber.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ [] repost bec TUMBLR DIDNT SHOW MY FICS UNDER THE TAG ARGHH anyway she really did detach her bra (??? whatever it is called) as a part of the dance movement kayy

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