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[🐚] eternity - neteyam x (metkayina) reader

I’ll be with you for eternity

[MAJOR SPOILERS]

✧ in which reader takes an interest in neteyam

warnings ✧ blood + angst + gunshot + violence + slowburn (kinda) + probably ooc neteyam

word count ✧ around 2.5k

[A/N]  ✧ i was listening to say yes to heaven by lana del rey. so this fic is somewhat based on the song  🤭. ANYWAYS first fic and i love angst and death and neteyam so #whynot, also send in request bc im eager to write more for the new avatar characters !!! also did not realize how long this was…

#wrotethisinonesittinganditisnotproofreadwhatsoever

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Ever since the Sully’s arrived, the formidable village routine shifted; at least with you. 

The Omatikaya family stood on the shore with courage and respect. Villagers of all ages surrounded them with interest, immediately beginning to judge their arrival. Your appearance came shortly after as you followed behind Tsireya, your closest friend in the reef, as you both disconnected your queues from your ilus, the Sully boys both watching in interest 

Almost like a shadow to Tsireya, you stood behind her in the crowd, observing the dark blue Na’vis as you fiddled with your bracelets that covered your arms loosely. You eyed them up and down until you locked eyes with the eldest son. It felt as if a heart string was pulled, feeling your pulse pound at the miniscule interaction. His golden eyes stared deeply into your bright green eyes, almost an invitation to see who would back down. You squinted at him before turning away and disappearing into the crowd. Mindlessly, the elder son lifted his head up in attempt to follow your trail, but had lost you in the sea of heads.

A sigh escaped your lips while you made your way back to your ilu. She was a dark gray, almost black ilu with beautiful white markings. Tuhi, was her name. You smiled fondly at Tuhi, reminiscing on the significance of her name; your mothers name. She was taken so early from your life and due to what you considered, a mere sickness. You felt resentment towards Ewya. How could she take your mother? And how could the Tsahìk fail your family? Ronal was intimidating to say the least, but you had your grudges against her. Although you never confidied with Tsireya about your feelings with her mother, she had eased the pain you felt.

You held your hand to Tuhi’s face, rubbing the side of her neck. “Hey girl,” You took your hand and connected your queues, relishing the connection you had with your companion.

“(Y/N)!” You heard a soft voice call to you, just as you were about to take off.

“Huh..?” You turned around with confusion as you noticed Tsireya, motioning you over towards the mauris with her one free hand. In her other, she held a box of some sort, her farce adorning a warm smile.

You gave Tuhi a small pat and disconnected your queues while you waved a small goodbye. A light sigh fell from your lips as you made your way to Tsireya.

“What’s up?” You asked, folding your arms over eachother.

“I am showing the Sully’s around!” She beamed with excitement. Despite not knowing who are what the Sully’s are, you could only assume it was the new Na’vis.

“And what does that have to do with me?” you continued on, simply wanting to enjoy your time with your Ilu.

“Come assist me, Sister! I was given the duty to teach them our ways, and you know Ao’nung won’t be help.” She concluded, putting the box by her feet and grabbed onto your arm, pleading you with her eyes.

In the most dramatic way possible, you rolled your head over and managed to work out a very annoyed “fine”, despite there being a small smile on your lips.

You followed Tsireya as she gave a tour to Sully family, learning names along the way. The oldest girl, Kiri seemed to hate every second her time there, which you didn’t mind. Lo’ak, the younger brother in the family, was clearly infatuated with Tsireya the whole tour. Tuk, the youngest Sully, had an insane amount of energy, and for some unexplained reason you absolutely loved her. And Neteyam. The oldest Sully sibling, he easily was the most mature and whether you two would bump heads or get along was unclear, yet strangely, you loved it.

Neteyam’s eyes were traced on you during the small tour, the way your hair moved with each step and every clang of your beaded bracelets that went all the way up to your elbow, enticed him. Staring was rude, but he couldn’t help it.

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You, Tsireya, Ao’nung, and Roxto all dived into the water one by one. Tsireya taking a more graceful approach and you and the others just jumping right in. Free diving was peaceful and crucial to metkayina culture.

Easily, you and the others outswam the sully children. Their constant gasps for air and terrible form had led them to fall behind.

‘They’re terrible divers.’ Ao’nung signed as you smiled in amusement. Tsireya shot down the claim, signing back that, ‘ they’re learning’.

You watched the Na’vis at the surface while they tried making sense of Tsireya’s signings. Neteyam and Lo’ak eventually motioned for your group to come to the surface.

“Holy shit, you guys suck.” You laughed out, moving your hair out of your face. Slightly disappointed, Tsireya slaped your shoulder in retaliation, the Sully’s taking their turn to smile at your misfortune. You rubbed your shoulder while Tsireya began to formulate a new teaching strategy.

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As the days went on, you had warmed up to your new routine: wake up, train the sullys, adventure, go to sleep. It was so simple, yet so enjoyable. Teaching sessions had spilt up, you taking Neteyam, and Tsireya taking Lo’ak.

Tsireya showed Lo’ak compassionate and thoughtful ways of teaching, while you showered Neteyam with teasing and sarcastic (truthful) words.

“No! Like this. You breathe like this.” You demonstrated to the older boy, placing your hands on your stomach.

“Like this?” He asked, golden eyes staring straight into your own rather than your hands, his breathing staying the exact same.

“No! You don’t listen. You’re like a baby.” You spoke, forcefully grabbing his soft yet calloused hands into your own, directing them onto his stomach and chest.

Silence.

Realization dawned upon you with a mental note of your position. Neteyam simply looked away, as your eye’s decidedd to find interest in the sand below you. The intimacy of your smaller hands over his larger ones, and you leaned towards him was too much for you to bear. Neteyam, too felt embarrassment — maybe it was the silence.

“Um..” of course. Your voice cracked, sounding two octaves higher. Internally you punched yourself, attempting to fight off the wave of heat you felt rise to your cheeks. Neteyam turned his nervous gaze back to you, a smile creeping up on his lips in amusement. You raised your head up towards the Na’vi, bright eyes locking with his own.

“Just breathe..” you muttered out, your voice barely audible as both your heartbeats molded into one.

“You don’t need to be so scared…” commenting on his fast heartbeat, a mere attempt to shift the focus back onto your teachings.

And other times, you would simply push Neteyam into the water. Unannounced.

Him walking to his mauri after his father called? Pushed.

Sitting on the walkway with his feet in the water? Pushed.

Literally minding his own business? Pushed.

Neteyam called it torture, but you called it reality.

“A good diver should always be prepared to get wet!” You shouted to him with excitement when he resurfaced. Him annoyed, you amused.

Eventually, your teaching sessions became extended adventures, sometimes taking along Tuk because you couldn’t resist her. You had found a habit in carrying her everywhere for reasons you couldn’t understand.

You and Neteyam both rode on Tuhi throughout the reef, and despite Neteyam’s grip on your waist, you paid no mind as the scenery of your home took all your attention. You never got tired of the marine environment, even after all these years.

Neteyam’s eyes were locked on your side profile. He was such a starer, and yet he felt no guilt for shameless watching your every feature.

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“What’s it like?” You spoke softly, laying on your back as you mindlessly watched the stars.

“What’s what like?” Neteyam asked, his body parallel to yours.

“The forest.”

Neteyam blinked, head turning over to yours in an instant.

“You want to know about my home?”

“Yes.”

He smiled.

“The stars. You can hardly see them at home with all the trees in the way, and at night time the forest has beautiful glow.” He turned his gaze back to the glowing sky, “My clan was known for its music and ceremonies, so there was never a night without dancing and laughter.” The fond memories of his home felt overwhelming, knowing he would probably never return to the place he grew to love.

A comforting silence fell upon the two, only the distant sound of waves crashing on the shoreline was heard.

“I want to take you there,” Neteyam spoke softly, sitting up from his lounging position.

“What?” You responded with confusion, turning your head to his. Neteyam grabbed both your hands and pulled you up to your feet with ease.

“Let me take you there.” He spoke confidently, your hands encased closley to his chest. Finally grasping what he was saying, you shook your head eagerly in compliance.

“Here. Dance with me.” He lowered your hands, his gold eyes staring straight into yours.

You slowly took your hands out of his grasp. “Metkayina’s hardly dance, only underwater..” you tilted your head to the side, adverting your gaze from Neteyam’s deep stare.

He grabbed your hands again. “Just follow me.” he moved his head back into you vision, a soft smile adorning his lips.

Hesitantly you nodded, allowing Neteyam to lead you in a traditional Omitkayn dance. The jangle of your bracelets and his own jewelry moved as one, almost as if harmonizing with eachother. Hands up, hands down, step back, twirl in his arms; everything about it was euphoria to both of you. Simultaneous laughters filled the air at every mistake, every mistep, every splash made on the alternating waves. The moonlight giving you both a glow as it reflected off the ocean’s surface.

“Neteyam! Neteyam..!” You ears perked, picking up on the voice calling for the Sully brother. Noticing Neteyam’s face drop in annoyance, you turned around, halting your nighttime dance.

“Ao’nung?” You squinted, confirming his presence. Neteyam let go of your hands and made his way towards the chief’s son.

“What is it.” He demanded, folding his arms over in irritation.

“Lo’ak. Me and my boys took him past the reef..” Ao’nung panted out, his body hunched over as he tried regaining his breath. Why he was out of breath? You haven’t gotten a clue.

“What.” Neteyam sternly replied, disbelief lacing his words.

“Past the reef.. he hasn’t returned and…”

“Skxawng!” You hissed, stepping towards Ao’nung. Sure, you and Lo’ak weren’t that close, and but any idiot would know better than to take him out the reef.

“You will tell my father about this.” Neteyam intentionally bumping shoulders with him as he passed.

Ao’nung felt guilt rise in him, as you grabbed him by the ear, dragging him behind you. Despite interrupting your dance, Ao’nung ignored whatever the hell you and Neteyam were doing.

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The events that would happen in the next few days were chaotic to say the least.

Lo’ak supposedly befriending Payakan.

And Kiri having a sezuire while connecting to the spirit tree only showed how fond you truly are of the Sully’s.

Rushing with Tsireya and the others to bring Kiri to the Surface. Holding Tuk in your arms to calm her down, and shamefully marveling at the protectiveness Neteyam displayed towards his siblings, something you’ve only had a glimpse of. And the arrival of Jake Sully’s human friends had you questioning your sanity.

‘So much.. skypeople stuff…’ you thought to yourself, finding an interest in Jake’s weird hand ritual and the mechanism that hovered over the shore, sending tsunamis of sand on the viewing villagers, including you.

And of course the arrival of the Tulkuns. More specifically your spirit sister.

The arrival had sent the village into a state of excitement, Na’vis of all ages jumping into the waters at the familiar blowhorn. The Sully’s on the other hand watched with confusion, no one had explained to them about what was happening and why thrillful cries filled the air. Splash after splash, the Metkayina’s met to reconnect with their spiritual families.

“It is time (Y/n)!” Tsireya yiped in excitement, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind her. Weaving through the village walkways, you both arrived at the Sully’s maori.

“Come!” Tsireya ushered the family out into the water, exchanging your hand for Lo’aks. In an instant they disappeared into the waters. You eagerly rushed to Tuk and carried her into your arms. Neteyam taking in the scene with fond eyes.

“The Tulkuns have arrived!” You smiled at her, exiting her home. Kiri stayed put in the floor, only moving after constant urges by Tuk.

“Come on!” You jumped into the water with Kiri and Neteyam following suit. Quickly you called Tuhi over, adoring her beautiful patterns. Connecting your queues, the four of you were off the see the Tulkuns.

Beautiful whistles filled the underwater world as you inched closer to the Tulkuns. You grinned widely once you caught sight of your spirit sister. Lightly tugging on Tuk’s arm, you signed to her, ‘There is my spirit sister! Her name is Mevewi.’ Disconnecting your queue and motioning for Tuk to ride with Kiri, you swam to your sister. Greeting eachother, she began to tell you of her troubles and you shared your current lifestyle with the Sully’s.

Ears perked in realization, you turned around, ‘Wait here!’ You signed, swimming back towards the viewing Omatikayas. You smiled as you made your way to Neteyam. Grabbing his hands, you pulled him through the water to face Mevewì.

‘This is Neteyam. We swim together,’ Neteyam bowed his head as Mevewì teased you and the Sully boy. Unbeknownst to Neteyam, Mevewì’s teasing caused you great embarrassment, but you relished the moment with her.

The inconsistency of emotions the village felt was like no other. One day everyone was celebrating, the next people rallied for war. Clouds, heavy with rain filled the sky on the bitter morning. Almost as if Ewya had a heart to mourn with you all.

Simply, an attack on Ro’a was an attack on the clan. You joined in with the chanting and battle crys, eager for revenge on the Skypeople’s ignorance. Much to your dismay, the immediate charge for war was shot down by Jake. Advising us to warn the Tulkuns instead, and the clan complied, most furious with the agreement.

In the midst of this outbreak for war, Neteyam grabbed your hand and ushered you away. He spoke no words as he led you on Lo’ak’s trail. You stayed silent on your trip, only following the taller boy while your mind was clouded with grief.

“No way you’re rolling out of here baby brother,” Neteyam spoke, letting go of your hand as he approached Lo’ak, Ilu saddle in hand.

“I’m going to warn Payakan. He has no one to warn him.” He replied sternly, fixing the saddle on his Ilu.

“No. You must stay here you skxawng.”

“He’s an outcast. He has no one else but me!”

Neteyam sighed, placing a hand on his head, “Why do you always have to make things so hard?”

Lo’ak quickly pushed his hand off, “You mean..” he started off hesitantly, “You mean why can’t I be the perfect little soldier like you?” Neteyam ushered back in disappointment, “I’m not you Neteyam.. I’m not you.” You watched as Neteyam exhaled, clearly annoyed with his outburst as he beginning to pace on the deck. A part of you wished Neteyam didn’t bring you here to witness the dilemma.

“He’s my brother!” Lo’ak motioned towards the sea, Neteyam only stopping his pace to practically size his little brother up.

Lo’ak swiftly turned on his heel, “Oh! Oh! He’s your brother?” Neteyam spoke with disbelief, his hands gripping onto his little brother’s arm, preventing him from going any further, “No. I’m your brother.”

And with a shake of his shoulder, Lo’ak dived into the waters, ignoring the arrival of Tsireya and the others.

Quickly moving into action, Neteyam called his Ilu, “He’s going to Payakun.” He informs the others before diving into the water, you following suit.

Before you knew it, the entire teaching group was after Lo’ak with the addition of Tuk and Kiri.

“Wait!”

“Stop!”

Wave after wave, you found yourselves eventually reaching the panicked Lo’ak, hearing his pleads for help as he tried pulling the tracker out of Payakun.

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself, climbing off Tuhi as you made an effort to get the beeping mechanism off the Tulkun. Pushing and pulling seemed to go down in vain, the group noticing the large vehicle approaching.

“Call dad.” Neteyam spoke, looking up as his brother as he tugged at the red marker. Lo’ak nodded and made the callout, noting the children he was with and the state of business.

Eventually the beeping machine was pulled off the tough skin of the Tulkun.

“Go! Go! Go! Swim away Payakun!” Lo’ak urged, hoping onto his Ilu after giving his spirit brother a few pats on the fin.

“Everyone go hide. I’ll take this and lead them away,” Neteyam spoke, holding the tracker in his hands. He nodded to you as he dove into the water with his own ilu. The rest of you guys dove down, temporarily finding security in the seaweed.

White lights seeped through the gaps of the seaweed, proving the hiding spot to be fruitless. the mechanical buzz echoed through the water as the group evaded capture. When Neteyam returned, the group had spilt up, taking seclusion in air pockets.

You found yourself with Tuk, the panicked little girl held onto you the second you made your appearance.

“Why are you alone?” You asked urgently, your voice echoing in the plant.

“I lost kiri!” Tuk responded, holding onto you arm tightly.

A sudden splash sent you and Tuk into a state of fear, a scream erupting from both of your throats.

“Tuk!” Lo’ak spoke, giving you a nod of acknowledgement. Soon another splash came, marking the arrival of Tsireya.

“It is coming!” Tsireya alerted the group, noting on the white light that glared on their legs.

“Alright!” Everyone took a deep breath before diving back into the water. You took the lead of the swimmers, ignoring the spotlight that kept you all in sight. Coming to a stop, Tsireya motioned you to swim the other way, another mechanicism making its way towards you. You nodded furiously before turning to swim in the opposite direction. Your endeavors proved to be unsuccessful, a net capturing Tsireya and Tuk. You followed suit with Lo’ak, taking out your handmade knife, trying to cut the girls free. You paused you actions as you watched two Ikarans dive into the water, swooping down to care the net airborne.

“Tuk! Tsireya!” You yelped, dangling off the side of the net, your fingers gripping onto the gaps.

“Hold on! Hold on!” Lo’ak began to hack away at the net with his knife.

“Hurry!” Tsireya called out, moving her and Tuk away from the cutting blades.

“Arrgh!” You groaned in fustration, only splitting one of the woven ropes in half. The wind that nipped at your skin came to a rest, notifying you of the ship’s presence. You felt your body jerk, the Ikaran releasing his grip on the net, leaving you all to fall to the ground. Making a quick recovery, you stood up, locking into a defense stance. Your blue knife blade was held parallel to you as you swung it bavk and froth. Lo’ak shared similar movements, his ears pinned back as he hissed.

“Put the knife down.”

“Give it up kid!”

“Come here.”

Voices of all kinds filled your ears and before you knew it you were held in a headlock by some oddly dressed Avatar. You bared you teeth over and over, attempting to free yourself by a simple act. What caught your attention was a human boy checking up on Lo’ak, perhaps you would ask him about that thing later. You winced at Tuk’s screams as the Avatar led you to a railing.

“On your knees.” He commanded, kicking the back of your knees in order to force you down. You watched helplessly as he cuffed you to the railing, the others falling helpless as they were cuffed as well.

“Are you alright Tuk?” You spoke softly over your shoulder, letting your arms go limp in the restraint. Your attention was then directed to the familiar crys, the appearance of your clan and the Sully parents left you in shock.

“Dad!” The little girl while tugging at her own restraints, a hopeful grin on her face. You and Tsireya exchanged glances, your people on the way to rescue you.

After Lo’ak’s communication device was ripped from him, a stalemate was ensued by both opponents.

“I’ve got your kids, Sully.” The leader Avatar spoke, standing infront of the line of arms.

“Tell your people to stand down.” He held a gun to Lo’ak’s head, you felt helpless against your restraints. “I will not hesitate to execute your kid.” The older Avatar gave you a mere look as you hissed at him, Lo’ak shooting you a look to stand down. Sucking up your pride, you listened to him. You knew Lo’ak probably had a better understanding of these deamwalkers. You huffed, turning your head to watch Jake make his way towards the boat.

‘Please Ewya..’ you had never begged to Ewya, not since your mother died, but now it was a time for desperate measures.

Almost as if on cue Payakun made an attack on the battleship, sending avatars and humans running amock. You eyes widened as Ewya seemingly answered your prayers.

“Payakun!” Tuk shouted, wtaching the Tulkan’s body land onto the deck with thud, destroying the ship in the process. You let out a cry for battle as your clan charged in towards the boat.

“Yes!” You yelled, raising your head towards the sky while Lo’ak focused on getting himself free.

“Come on!” He urgently pulled at the breaking rail, eager to escape confinement. Sounds of gunshots and war crys filled the air as you pulled onto the railing with Lo’ak.

“Neteyam!” Tuk alerted, watching as her older brother came to the rescue. You turned your gaze to the boy, feeling as if you were about to burst out crying at the sight of him.

“Hey guys,” he smiled, beginning to cut off the handcuffs we were put in, sending us free one by one.

“Yes!”

“Hurry up!”

“Are you alright?” Neteyam asked as he approached you, cutting the handcuffs off in a swift motion.

You opened your mouth, yet no sounds came out. Your emotions were all over the place, especially with Neteyam’s arrival, so you found yourself nodding to the Na’vi. He smiled at your efforts, raising hhis hand to ruffle your hair before returning to his self-made task.

“Oh come on, thank me little brother.” Neteyam teased as he freed Lo’ak.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” You urged, holding on to Tuk’s hand as you pushed Tsireya towards the water. You brushed your fingers against Tsireya’s arms, notifying her you were not coming. Tsireya noticed it as your signature way of saying goodbye. She turned to look at you with surprise, unable to argue with your decision.

“They have spider.” Lo’ak commented, picking up a gun as he glanced at his brother.

“Go you guys.” You gave Tuk’s hand to Tsireya as you wtached them dive into the water. Turning on your heel you crouched next to Neteyam, interested in Lo’ak mission.

“We can’t leave him!” Lo’ak concluded, leaving the pair as he began to search for “Spider”.

Neteyam exhaled, shaking his head as he turned to look at you, “Go! Get off the ship!” He commanded, standing up as he got ready to follow his brother.

“No.”

“What?”

“Teyem.” You grabbed his hand, his ears perking at the nickname, “If you fight, I fight. If you run, I run.” You affirmed, keeping your eyes locked with his own.

“(Y/N)..” He spoke softly, the world falling silent as he focused on you.

“Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam.” His jaw slightly dropped in surprise, your hand reaching up to hold it, forcing the words have a stronger meaning on you both. Neteyam nodded, an awestruck expression placed on his face as he met your hand with his.

“Let’s go.” He patted your hand and set off the follow his little brother, who he found to be watching the scene with a smirk.

“Skxawng.” He muttered underneath his breath in embarrassment as he walked past his brother, brushing shoulders. You followed suit, a small smile on your face.

The three of you found yourself climbing on the ceilings to avoid detection, Lo’ak and Neteyam watching for Spider. Soon in a charged assault, you all dropped down on a group of humans, taking them doen with ease.

“Bro!” Spider spoke, smiling after effectively de-masking a crewmate. Lo’ak returned the smile, but the reunion was cut short. Two of the Avatars began to open fire on you, bullets whizzing through the air

“Let’s get out of here!” You said pushing the boys to cover, grabbing a stray gun on the floor as you hid behind the wall.

Your ears kaid flat as you and neteyam peered out, the Avatars approaching you quickly. Being the older kids of your mini rescue squad, you and Neteyam urged the younger boys to run, Spider taking the lead as they dove into the water.

“Neteyam..” You panicked, the gunfire not ceasing.

“On the count of three we go!” He yelled, taking the gun from your hands.

“One!” You mentally prepared yourself for the run.

“Two!” You shook your shoulders as Neteyam shot back at the Avatars

“Three!” He yelled, taking your hand and leading you both to the water.

Strange. You had just prayed to Ewya yet it felt as if she was making you acknowledge the pain in your heart. The unnecessary hatred you had for her, for Ronal, hell, even your mom.

Being submerged in the water felt soothing to say the least, the adrenaline carrying you to the top as you held your chest.

“Teyem..” you voice came out as a whisper as the others celebrated, Tsireya even finding her way there to meet with the group.

You gripped onto Neteyam, feeling your body go weak as the adrenaline rush ran down, “Neteyam.” You spoke more firmly, your tight hold on Neteyam alerting him something was wrong.

“(Y/n)?” He turned around to face you as you struggled to keep your head afloat, even after holding onto the boy. The group watched as the waters turned a scarlet red, you being the source of it all.

Tsireya let out a scream of shock, immediately rushing to your side and calling her Ilu.

“She’s shot!” Lo’ak stated, rushing to hold onto Tsireya’s Ilu. Neteyam felt as if his soul had left his body, “No.. No! No!” He repeated, starting to put pressure onto your wound as you laid against his chest. You let out a scream, the feeling of your injury being touched sent you through a state of pain.

“It hurts!” Neteyam sucked in a breath as he pushed down harder, only causing you to scream more.

“You’re hurting her! Stop it!” Tsireya cried, not able to witness you being put in even more pain.

“Im sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Neteyam choked back on tears as he unwillingly put you into more pain.

Ewya was so cruel, but maybe, just maybe you deserved it. You treated Tsireya with snarky remarks, paid little to no respect to Ronal, and even your own father. You shut him out the second your mother died, so young and emotional. Why did he let you do that to him? Perhaps Ewya yearbed to teach you a lesson and the only was you could pay for your wrongdoings was meeting your great end.

The group of teenagers urged you onto a small, rocky island, the wave paying no respect to your body as it pushed you back and forth.

“Watch her head!” Neteyam repeated, still pushing onto your wound with heavy hands as you sobbed in pain. Eventually, your body was carried out of the water and laid onto the bumpy stones.

Neteyam taking his spot next to you, shouting to Lo’ak to change spots with him. Lo’ak did as told, his eyes suken in sadness as he placed pressure onto your chest. Your hands closed around his arms in an attempt to pull them off, not wanting to bear the pain. Your fruitless efforts brought tears to Lo’ak’s eyes, “I’m sorry..” He stuttered out.

Tsireya found herself by your head, she encased your head with her hands, her face torn in agony. “Ewya please!” She yelled, wiping your own tears away with her thumbs.

Your desperate pushes on Lo’ak ceased as Neteyam cried silently by your side. You sucked up the small ounce of pride you had left and spoke to no one in particular, “I want my mom!” You cried out, “Dad!” The teens watched you with sadness, “I’m sorry!” You yelled. “I’m sorry!” You closed your eyes shut, not wanting to see the pity your friends held over you.

Lo’ak , the boy who you learned to be a troublemaker, brought to tears by someone he had spent little to no time with.

Tsireya, the girl you had grown up with and sometimes given unnecessary rudeness even though she had saw you as her sister.

And Neteyam, the boy you had trained, the boy who promised to take you to his home, the boy who showed you how to love. Your eyes watered at the sight of him. This would mark the end of your journey with him, no more dances in the moonlight, quick adventures through the reef, or following him to reprimand Lo’ak.

You felt your hands reach up to touch all of them, fingers gliding against their arms, leaving streaky trails of blood. The teenagers watched your action with great sorrow, figuring this was your own, special (Y/n) goodbye. Tsireya choked, the gesture being a familiar one; whenever you would say goodbye.

Neteyam suffered in silence, your time was coming to an end and no one could help it. Ignoring the voices in his head, screaming no, he grabbed his queue. Lo’ak and Tsireya exchanged a startled look.

“Bro.” Lo’ak held his brother’s arm, stopping him from whatever he was doing. “Don’t do it.” The little brother spoke sternly, his now dry tears leaving glossy stripes upon his cheeks.

Neteyam cracked, his heavy sobs filled the air as his hold on his braid fell limp, “I want her, Lo’ak!” He choked on his tears as Tsireya watched the scene play out with woeful eyes. Spider’s hand fell onto Neteyam’s back, showing him an ounce of comfort. Neteyam reached to hold your face in his bloodly hands, taking Tsireya’s place.

“Teyam..” you muttered out, bringing your own hands against his, “I’ll be with you for eternity,” you winced, the pain practically becoming numb as you felt yourself slip. Neteyam looked down with sad eyes, his tears splashing onto your face, mixing with your own. Without thinking, The oldest Sully brother crashed his lips against yours, muffled noises coming from his mouth, unable to conceal his weeping. Only for a second did you return the gesture, you body falling limp in the teenagers hands.

“(Y/n)?” Neteyam broke the kiss, inspecting your lifeless eyes.

Tsireya screamed in realization, turning towards Lo’ak as she buried herself into his shoulder, bawling with grief. Lo’ak lifted his hands from your wounds and engulfed Tsireya in a comforting hug, painfully watching his older brother.

Neteyam felt the way your body temperature dropped, your skin growing cold on his palms. He shakily exhaled, his mouth opening as if he were to scream, byt no sound came out. Neteyam stared at your lifeless eyes, and with a blink of his own golden orbs, he pulled his bloodied thumbs over your eyelids. He felt his lips quiver into a frown as he tried to fight his cries, still wanting to be the strong older brother for Lo’ak. And despite his efforts, he felt himself cry even harder as the realization set in. He wept as he laid his forehead against yours, his own tears gliding down your face.

“I see you, (Y/N).”

                              ∘ ───♡༉─── ∘

Ewya. Everything had linked back to the all seeing god. She predicted and she chose. This time, she had chosen your unexplainable hatred to be repaid with you returning back to her.

The burial marked the ending of your life as (Y/n). Only Ewya knew where the waters would take you once your body sunk to the floor. Neteyam earning a spot in your burial next to your dad and Tsireya, pushed your body through the waters, each of you wearing parts of her signature bracelets.

The clan watched in sorrow as Neteyam choked back tears, watching your father take you down to the bottom of the Cove. You never introduced your father to Neteyam or vice versa, but the pain you both shared created a sense of comfort.

Neteyam’s cries were shown as bubbles escaped from his lips while he watched your body disappear on the seafloor. Tsireya, in a effort of comfort, gave Neteyam a side hug, which he returned only after watching your last strand of hair disappear into the glowing plants.

Essentially, everything Ewya stood for resulted in eternity. Eternal peace, eternal love, eternal forgiveness. Everything eternal lasted forever in Ewya’s eyes, and even if something proved to be gone, Ewya would find a way to wrap it up in the loop of endless beginnings.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s what you had really meant when you told Neteyam you would be with him for eternity.

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