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whereireid · 1 year
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* ੈ✩‧₊˚ — 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 | masterlist
pairing: tonowari x omatikaya!fem reader
series masterlist | avatar masterlist
wordcount: 2.5k — warnings: power imbalance? oral sex (m receiving), sexually naive reader, coercion, first time blowjobs, guidance, small mentions of drugging (side effect of the pollen) declarations of love, one sided pining, age gap, dead ronal, reader is Jake’s adult daughter | PSA: You’re responsible for your own media consumption. 18+ + under my #womnsfw tag. MDNI.
summary: To thank Tonowari for allowing your family into the Metkayina clan, you gift him a flower that you had picked from the forest before you fled your home. What you don’t realise is the the flower becomes toxic when near water, and Tonowari is experiencing all of the side effects: being left with a hard ache in his pants, and an overwhelming desire for relief.
“What is this, little one?” There’s a beat of hesitancy from Tonowari, whose light blue eyes scan your yellow ones in confusion. “I have not seen this before.”
“This is an irayo flower,” you tell him gently, your ears pricking upwards slightly as he clasps the flower in his big hands, examining it carefully. “It is a gift. I’m very grateful you’ve allowed my family to stay here.”
Tonowari clears his throat, satisfied with your answer. He holds the flower gently, appreciative of the pink and purple hues, his eyes flickering up to scan the horizon. He wonders how many flowers you must have picked before you fled your home. He can only imagine the pain you must be in, the grief - leaving your clan behind and everything you once knew, with nothing but flowers and trinkets to hold your memories.
“Thank you. It’s… lovely,” Tonowari nods his head in acknowledgement, trying ignore how his heart clenches in his chest as your lips quirk upwards into a gentle smile, relief washing over your features. “But it is getting dark, little one, and your father may be growing worried by your absence. JakeSully does not strike me as the type of man to appreciate defiance.”
You nod your head, eyes flickering between the Metkayinan leader and his flower, pleased that he accepted your act of gratitude. You turn heel, bidding him a meek farewell, before scurrying off to your family hut, excited to tell your father about your day.
Two days later, you are in Tonowari’s presence again, only this time, he does not appear pleased, and certainly does not look kind. There’s a stern look on his face as he approaches you - his lips are set in a thin line, and his body is tense, his eyes unwavering as they stare directly into yours.
“That flower is poisonous. You have gifted me a poisonous flower.” Tonowari declares, his lips curling in disgust as he shoves the flower in your face, before crumbling it into his hand. A wave of disappointment shoots through you as it falls to the floor, looking bent and pathetically broken. “I have been kind to your family, and this is how you have repaid me?”
You frown, shaking your head as you stare down at the flower. “No. You’re - you’re wrong - I gifted you an irayo flower. It is said to promote peace and to help bring comfort.”
“Comfort?” Tonowari seethes, so loudly that it sounds like a hiss, and your body stills when you notice his ears pinning threateningly against his head. “It has done the opposite of bringing me comfort. In fact, I am in incredible pain.”
Your own ears flitter backwards, your head bowing downwards in fear, and his heart pulls because he doesn’t wish to scare you, but he is terrible discomfort. Even simply suggesting to you that he is in pain is a massive understatement. Ever since being in possession of that stupid flower (which he couldn’t stop sniffing because it reminded him so badly of you) his cock had been aching. At first, he assumed it was because he hadn’t been around such a desirable women since Ronal, but that thought soon disappeared when the ache only got worse.
Even now, staring down at you, the ache overwhelms him. You overwhelm him. That stupid flower overwhelms him. His senses are heightened, and his heart is racing, and his cock is so hard, throbbing with a painful need.
And when you stare up at him meekly, trying to calm down your own rapidly beating heart, before muttering, “I’m sorry, Tonowari,” the helpless throbbing of his cock only gets worse. But then your eyes glimmer with hope, your hands pressing against his abdomen, and you ask, “is there anything I can do to help?”
“Would you? Would you help?” He asks, trying to ignore the desperate pulsing of his cock at your words, grumbling as you nod your head in time with his words.
“I feel obligated to help. It’s my fault you’re in pain, Tonowari,” you whisper, your hand cool against his hot abdomen, your placement friendly, nothing more, but Tonowari’s eyes glimmer with need as you splay your fingers across his skin. “Just tell me what I need to do.”
“It’s wrong of me to ask,” he breathes, his eyelids fluttering as you frown, shaking your head. You seem more than eager to help, trying to cool Tonowari down with the cold of your skin, and it’s helping. Your touch is easing the throbbing of his cock, and he knows that it’s wrong and that you’re Jake Sully’s daughter, but you gave him that damned flower.
You got yourself into this mess. “It is not wrong of you to ask anything of me, Tonowari. I have made you incredibly sick. What must I do to help you?”
It’s incredibly lucky that you’re by the coral shore, sheathed by tall, jagged rocks. It is pure, genuine luck that Tonowari has you here alone, covered by the natural environment of Pandora to save your dignity. “Get on your knees, little one,” he murmurs, his voice so low it resembles that of a growl. When you quirk your brow line up in confusion, he repeats sternly, “get on your knees.”
There’s a slight thrill which rushes to your core as you do what he says. Tonowari is so much larger than you - being of the Metkayina clan, he is built to withstand the conditions of water, and his body is much thicker than yours. His strong thighs flex as your fingers splay over them, your dark blue skin contrasting with the light of his own.
“You have no idea what pain your gift has burdened me with,” Tonowari grunts, and your eyes widen slightly as he begins to pull his loincloth to one side, slightly beginning to expose his length.
“Tonowari, what are you doing? This is not right,” you whisper from beneath him, trying to calm down your racing heart as he shushes you from above, a hiss rattling past his lips as he abandons his loincloth to the sandy floor.
“You said you would help. This is how you can do it.” He says simply, watching as your lips part in wonder, because you haven’t ever seen anything quite like it.
There have not been many suitors in your lifetime - none brave enough to face the wrath of your father - and you’d never even felt the touch of a man before, especially not in such a sensual manner. Yet here you are, knelt before Tonowari, his fingers softly trailing through your curls, your eyes set on his cock, which is so angry and hard that you feel somewhat afraid. A distorted gasp escapes your mouths as his cocks involuntarily pulses, his tip leaking with thick, white cum.
“I had no idea the flower had this effect on men,” You breathe softly, trying to calm the wavering of your voice as Tonowari’s hands guide your own to his cock. His strong fingers curl around yours, encouraging you to wrap your hand around his length, which you do, flinching as it pulses in your hand. “Does it hurt?”
The innocence in your voice and the your uneven breathing makes Tonowari’s eyelids flutter shut. You are just perfect - the right amount of innocent moulded perfectly with the right amount to please, and he wonders if he could even convince you to suck it. “It hurts more than you’d know. It’s unbearable,” he murmurs, coursing your hands up and down his length slowly, hissing as you slowly begin to take over his motions.
Tonowari is just tall enough to see over the rocks, onto his large stretch of land. The communal area is full, boasting with people celebrating over a successful hunt, and his heart tugs as he realises you’re practically stroking his cock in public. There’s hesitancy in your motions, but he doesn’t care - the smooth movement of your hand is enough for him, easing the once overbearing ache which pulsated through his cock every few seconds.
It’s more than obvious that you don’t know what you’re doing - your breath is teasingly fanning over his length, your lips almost close enough to brush over his tip, and it takes everything in Tonowari not to jut his hips forwards and force his length into your mouth. “I need more,” he tells you, his fingers playing at your hair, gently trailing through your curls, careful not to catch onto the strands too harshly. “Put it in your mouth. That will ease the pain greatly - it will almost completely get rid of it.”
You frown, unbelieving. The sandy floor is harsh on your knees, and your hands begin to slow their motion, stilling when Tonowari juts his cock closer to your face. It’s difficult to ignore the way your stomach flips with arousal when his jaw clenches as your tongue comes out to lick a wet stripe up the base of his cock. Your eyes are glued to his face, gasping softly as his nose crinkles when your tongue makes contact with his cock.
“Does this really help?” You ask, hesitant, eyes fixating now on his length, which stands hard and proud in front of you. “It seems like there may be better ways to go about this. Like - like you, giving yourself some relief.”
“I have tried to give myself relief,” Tonowari huffs from above you, his eyes narrowing condescendingly, as though he can’t believe your fiery tone. “That flower you gifted me does not allow for relief. I cannot relieve myself - where do you think I have been for the past two days? On a voyage, travelling the seas like a young warrior?”
You blink up at him, unnerving, his cock pulsating in your hands. His nostrils flare and his fingers tug at your hair softly. “No. I have been rutting against my bed like a recently mated Na’vi. The only relief I get is when I see you, little one,” he growls, his fingers now curling in your hair, a yelp slipping past your lips when he tugs you forwards. “So I advise that you put me between your lips and suck.”
There’s one final beat of hesitancy that passes through the air before you do what he says. Tonowari’s muscles flex under your fingers as you take him your mouth - your lips wrapping against his cock pathetically, a quiet whine leaving you as you begin to bob your head up and down his length. It’s intrusive, and it tastes funny - salty, but good, and he thrusts instinctively, your throat constricting as he does so.
And for Tonowari, it’s like the pain is melting away. The feeling of your tongue rolling up and down his length as you take him in your mouth eases the insufferable ache. Sure, his cock is still throbbing - desperate for uncertain relief, but he’s got what he wanted for now.
It would be wrong of him to complain. “Just like that, little one,” Tonowari hisses, his eyes flickering over to the camp, satisfied when he notices no lingering eyes. “Take in more. Come on, little one, I believe you can do it.”
The softness of his voice sends goosebumps shooting up and down your arms. Your stomach flips as you do what he says, gagging pathetically as you force your head down, your eyes pricking with tears, and it almost knocks the breath out of Tonowari’s lungs, his cock twitching in your mouth when tears begin to stream down your dark blue cheeks.
You want to speak but you can’t, and you feel so ashamed and embarassed that you don’t even try. Tonowari notices, but he doesn’t care - you’ve put him through enough pain already, and the shame you feel will soon wash away; instead, he’s focused on chasing his own high.
He’ll feel bad later on, when you’re defiled and confused, when he has to claim you as his mate. But not right now - no, he’s focusing on himself, and the feeling of your lips wrapped around his length is just perfect. Your tongue runs over every textured rib and every vein, working skilfully as though you’ve done this before.
And you haven’t, and you’re struggling, so Tonowari decides that enough is enough. His stomach flips slightly, and he tries to ignore the urge to grab your head and fuck your throat - he wants to be gentle with you, seeing how you’re such a sweet little flower, so he is. “I’m going to finish,” he grits out, his hands harsh on your head as he grips your hair, “and I need you to swallow, okay, little one? It will be salty, but it’s safe to eat.”
You blink your tears away, nodding softly in acknowledgement, flinching as Tonowari’s balls squelch against your chin, which is wet with your spit. There’s a split second he stills - a split second where the pain in the back of your throat from his intrusion eases - but it doesn’t last. He cums, and you grimance, unused to such a salty mixture in your mouth, trying to focus on the praises which spew from Tonowari’s lips.
“You have done so well, little one,” he tells you once you’ve pulled away, cooing at your teary eyes. “You have done perfect. All of the pain is gone. You’re a perfect little medic.”
You beam up at him, and he watches as your wet little lashes bat as he speaks to you. You cling onto every word, oblivious of just how pretty Tonowari finds you, happy to help the Metikyan leader at any chance. “It doesn’t hurt?”
“No. The pain is all gone.” Tonowari says, beckoning you to stand up with his open palm. You take his hand your heart straining in your chest as his fingers curl around your own. “Thank you for your help, little one. It is greatly appreciated.”
Defeat pulses through you as Tonowari begins to guide you back to the communal campfire, but his hand doesn’t slip from yours. There’s kindness behind the gesture, but also possession, too, and you try to ignore the way your heart sinks when you notice your father gazing at you from your hut.
“My family will be waiting for me,” you say, meekly, your hand slipping from Tonowari’s grasp defeatedly. Your fingers splay over his chest gently, kindly, and you murmur, “the flower becomes toxic when presented with water for too long. I presume that was your mistake. But if you find yourself in a similar position again, needing support, then I am always free to help you.”
Tonowari grins, his eyes flickering over towards your father, whose hands are now resting on his hips. “Go to your hut, little one. Your father is waiting - you are late for curfew.”
There’s something teasing in his tone, an edge of playfulness, and your cheeks flush as you stalk away from him, trying to ignore how your heart flips when you think back to minutes before, where you were kneeled in front of Tonowari whilst he pumped his seed into your mouth.
You shamefully wonder in excitement if he will ever do such thing again.
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sylwanin-was-right · 1 year
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Tuk'tirey after Lo'ak and Neteyam are about to embark on another near death experience: I'm invited or I'm telling mom!
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angelteyam · 1 year
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Water Girl (n.s.)
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Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Metkayina!Reader
Word Count: 10,612
Summary: You were...“different”. You had always been different. Yet something shifts when the Sully family arrives, literally crash landing into your village. No one had ever noticed you, and yet, for whatever reason, the eldest Sully boy suddenly can’t seem to get you out of his mind. 
Warnings: major character deaded, floof, angst, moar floof, some kissy and touchy (nothin weird)
A/N: this is….a beast. also do not judge me for briefly mentioning neteyam’s unalivement, I literally do not have it in me to actually write it out. 
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“Hush, payíva. Listen to the ocean.”
Payíva. Drop of water.
The first of many names your mother gave you. Granted, she had many names of her own that you’d bestowed upon her too when you learned to speak: mama, sa’nu, mom, mommy. It seemed only natural for her to give you a few of your own, but a couple stuck out as your favorites. 
Payíva, for when you were young, and inconsolable from having skipped a sleep, and refusing to nurse due to the pain of your budding canines piercing through gum. 
Stubborn. As always.
Kxali was overtired too, and having failed every attempt she knew to mother you, and Ronal’s treatments falling on deaf ears, your mother wrapped you tightly against her bosom using one of your father’s shawls, and walked with you along the shoreline. 
Eywa, you were your father’s child. 
Elpawe was with Tonowari on a warrior’s hunt past the reef. The trip was supposed to last a week, but by day three, you had dissolved from your father’s absence. And though neither you nor your mother knew this, Elpawe felt the distance between you was as wide as the chasm of Eywa’s great ocean. 
You were too young to understand that your father, Tonowari’s right hand, would always come back. He had to come back - not just for his mate, but for you. From the day you were born you had him wrapped around your tiny fingers, and as much as your mother’s presence could comfort you, his aura was your salve.
So Kxali did what she could as a final plea, and used a leather belt to secure a warm, deep blue shawl around her hips, before tying it around her shoulders and tucking you into the fabric. Even she could scent your father in the fabric’s weave, and as she tucked you in against her chest, your knees and arms against her as if still in the womb, your howling cries that had lasted for days on end slowed to a dull whimper. 
This whimper continued still, as Kxali scaled a small boulder at the water’s edge to rest with you, her toes dipping into the waves that swirled and tangled around the rock as they made their way to the sandy beach nearby. She settled back against the rock, one hand beneath you for support, and the other came to rest against your head in soothing, graceful strokes. 
Another dull whimper from your small, plump lips. 
“Hush, payíva. Listen to the ocean.”
Kxali let herself breathe as if she was beneath the water. Belly full of air, and heart beating in a rhythm that matched the waves lapping against the shore. A large wave crashed against the rock beneath you, and you whimpered again. 
“Hush, my droplet. The waves are talking to you. The water is with you, just like mama.”
Another wave lapped against the rock, and as if it had heard your mother, it rolled against the shore in a smooth, slow motion, whisking away and leaving a smattering of beautiful shells behind. 
Hush, small one. 
The ocean seemed to speak, and as another wave came passing by, a few droplets of salty water landed against your forehead and trickled down to rest on the perfectly round tip of your nose. 
And just like that, the wrinkles in your forehead disappeared, the tension melted from your eyelids, and your lips parted. A barely audible sigh escaped you, and your mother smiled above you as you began to softly snore.
Your father’s child, indeed. 
As you grew older, the names your mother used for you did too. Most of the time you and your father shared the same one. 
Skxawng.
Although reserved for you when you were behaving particularly like him - meaning, particularly stubborn - for your father, this meant he had missed something important. 
Sometimes he had missed your orbits for hunting trips. This you could understand, for when Tonowari called, your father answered. He had to answer. Your mother wasn’t always so understanding, but these happenings could be forgiven for duty. 
Most of the time however, and as most Na’vi males do, your father would blow right past something even though it was staring him right between the eyes. He couldn’t see a tulkun even if it smacked him across the face with a fin some days. 
A forgotten chore, or a broken spear. Or, as was usually the case, returning from a tussle with another group of males, laughing and bantering as though it had never happened, and completely covered in scrapes and bruises. 
Kxali would patch him up, of course, but if there was one thing your little mind knew, it was that you did not like to see your father hurt. Even the smallest scrape on his cheek would send you into a fit, and you’d worm your way into your mother’s grasp, dipping your hands into the healing sap so you could help your sempu feel better. 
Through eyes full of tears, you’d rub your tiny fingers on the offending mark on your father’s skin - not fully grasping that rubbing the sap in harder would not in fact make the injury disappear. Elpawe would smile down at you, even through gritted teeth, and once done, you’d pull away to assess your work.
“Ma sempu all better?” You’d squeak, and he’d smile. 
“All better, little one.” He’d sigh, and he’d pull you in tightly to his chest, grinning at your mother behind you. 
And every time, Kxali would lightly smack him on the head. 
“You skxawng. You know how she gets.”
And as you grew older still, your mother and father took to calling you the same thing.
Paysmung. Water carrier. 
You may have been Metkayina, but something about your natural abilities in the water and with the ocean’s many creatures had even Ronal scratching her head. Your mother barely had to teach you a basic breath hold before you were swimming off like a fish, running your hands along an ilu’s belly as you swam beneath her. 
You were the one who gave Tsireya her first breathing lessons. You were the one who discovered which shells looked the prettiest in bracelets, and which looked the best against the pitch black of hair. You were the one who started testing your breathing ability by fetching shells from the ocean floor. 
Nothing entirely marvelous, true enough, but when you emerged from the ocean with piles of massive shells in your arms that no one had seen before, the waves clinging to your ankles as if they didn’t want to say goodbye, and no ilu in sight for that matter, you had the entire clan stumped. 
Gradually, though, as you approached your rite with no desire to take after your father’s path of warrior or your mother’s path as healer, and as you continued to spend your days beneath the ocean’s blanket of safety with no interest in a mate, the clan and all her people started to forget about you. 
Not Mama and Papa, of course. But neither of them particularly wanted you to follow in their footsteps. You were different. Softer, and quieter as you had grown with age. Sometimes you could fade into the water as if you were made of the ocean itself. And when you emerged, leaving behind small tokens for your parents that now covered every surface of your marui from floor to ceiling, hung across nets and dangling from ropes that made them twinkle like stars, well…neither of your parents was intent on discouraging you. 
Elpawe held sway, too. Some sort of power in convincing Tonowari to let you be. You did not have the warrior’s spirit, or the spirit of a healer like your mother. And one thing your father was very certain of was that he did not want his little payíva to be forced into choosing a fate you would not readily choose on your own. 
He even managed to convince Tonowari that you weren’t entirely useless. He did teach you how to fight, so you could defend yourself if you ever truly needed to. And your mother taught you to heal basic scrapes and mend small cuts, and to tend to the elderly and the sick. Where Ronal went, your mother followed, and you followed behind when you were needed. And when Tonowari watched you emerge from the water with a net full of fish you’d guided in as if you were their commander - well, that was a done deal.
And thus, you were left alone. 
Left alone as your mother and father grew in their duties. Left alone with no siblings to keep you company, and with the village’s children skeptical of you from the beginning, you had no friends besides those who lived beneath the ocean. Left alone to bond with your own spirit sibling, your very own tulkun, who would take you swimming father and deeper into the blue water than you’d ever gone before. 
Left alone with no mate, and no prospects who interested you, either. 
Invisible. 
That is, until the Sully family arrived. 
You were on the outskirts of the village, hopping along a ring of rocks that stuck out from the ocean during low tide, when a group of five ikran flew overhead, circling a sandbar at the village’s edge. They landed in a flurry of sand, hands raised and unarmed. 
And far too blue.  
The clan emerged in droves from their marui, and rode in from the waves at every angle on ilu and skimwings in a rainbow of colors, gathering around the new arrivals like a school of fish. You watched Tonowari and your father approach from the water, dismounting their skimwings and moving towards the strangers. Your mother and Ronal came from the back of the village, winding their way through the crowd. 
You sighed, having a feeling you’d probably be needed, and leapt into the ocean, allowing a swell to carry you towards the shore. You popped up next to Tsireya as she broke the water’s surface on her ilu, allowing yourself to catch your breath.
“What’s going on?” You wondered. 
Tsireya shrugged and rolled into the water, strolling up through the shallows to meet Ao’nung and Roxto. 
You watched as she and the smaller of the two sons met eyes, and as she tilted her head down to giggle. 
Gross. 
Of course Tsireya would immediately peak the newcomer’s interest. Why shouldn’t she? You may have been obtuse at the best of times, but you weren’t blind. Tsireya was one of the more beautiful girls in the village, and from the way the younger Sully looked at her, he wasn’t blind either. 
You rolled your eyes and plopped down to your knees, wiggling them into the wet sand of the shallow water. The water reached your chest, allowing you to tilt your head and watch Jake Sully’s plea for uturu. As Tonowari looked to your father and mother standing behind him. As his eyes met Ronal’s, and they shared a knowing glance, communicating in a way only mates could without words, before granting Jake Sully’s request.
You could see your mother’s eyes scanning the crowd and the water below, before they found you with a knowing smile. 
You smiled in return, and tilted your head in a silent gesture. You were going back out into the water. Your mother nodded, and signed to you. 
Go. Be back before eclipse. 
You nodded and pushed from the sand, legs extended as you floated onto your back, allowing your belly to fill with air before rolling over and diving below the surface, angling back to the spot from whence you came. 
What you hadn’t noticed was the older Sully boy watching you the entire time. 
After he’d shoved Lo’ak gently with his shoulder when the younger boy couldn’t peel his gaze from Tsireya’s, Neteyam’s eyes had scanned the crowd. Half to survey the surroundings and half out of an inherent protectiveness, while the rest of the clan had come to the shore, you had remained in the water, staring at his father with nothing more than blinking curiosity. 
He could barely see you in between the throng of people. But something in the tilt of your head, in the doe-eyed innocence of your gaze, and the way the ocean clung to you like a second skin had him very, very curious. 
When you pushed from the shore and floated on your back, rolling over and swimming away as if you were a fish instead of Na’vi, he had to chuckle. 
You hadn’t even noticed him noticing you. After all, no one except your parents up to this point had out of anything other than animosity, or because you were “different”, and not in a good way. While some - Tonowari and Tsireya, like your father - were accepting of those different from them, much of the clan felt the opposite. And as a result, the clan preferred not to notice you.
But you noticed them. 
You noticed everything. The glow of a new mother’s skin. A breaking fever. A warrior’s wound when it wouldn’t heal. Things you could appreciate in silence, small things more often than not. Secrets you could share with the water. 
You preferred the ocean as your friend anyway. 
But this - these new arrivals, this was a big thing. Several 9-foot tall things. And at first, Jake Sully, or rather Toruk Makto, commanded all of your attention. He mystified you. A walking legend. You knew his story, but seeing him in person was a whole different experience. 
He may have been a legendary war hero, but he and his family knew nothing about the way of water. More than that, the oldest of his children looked to be about your age. 
They were worth watching.
So when you watched their first diving lesson from afar, lounging on a large ocean rock, and when their first breathing lesson went less than spectacular, you too had to press the back of your hand to your lips to keep from laughing. 
You may have been a skxawng, but these children reached a whole new level. 
One of them - the girl, Kiri, seemed a lot like you. 
She explored the same spots you did, ran her fingertips along the bellies of the rays just like you did, and plucked shells from the ocean floor as if she’d been doing it all her life. 
So one afternoon, as you watched her scan the ocean floor, you unearthed an iridescent purple shell from the sand and swam over to her, pressing it to her palm with a smile. She smiled in return, and you nodded, swimming away.
From that moment on, Kiri was a kindred spirit. 
You were never far apart, though you tended to drift away when a particularly colorful fish caught your eye. Call it a short attention span. But usually, you never swam too far, keeping her within your eye line.
You had enough shells as it was already. So if you found any more, you’d gather them for her, leaving her little piles on the beach as she sat in the shallows. Back and forth, almost like a game, if only so you could discover what her favorite color was.  You were never gone more than a few minutes before you’d return to her side and lay in the sand together, letting the sun soak into your skin and warm the chill of the water. 
You didn’t even really need to speak. Kiri understood your facial expressions more than words, particularly in the way you’d roll your eyes, so you’d just sit in comfortable silence together, building small structures out of sand and decorating them with the shells you found. Sometimes, little Tuk would join you, staying strictly to the shallower waters or the beach, allowing you to bring her tokens of appreciation as well. Tuk wasn’t picky - she didn’t have a favorite color.  She liked everything you brought her, big and small. 
It was a strange sort of comfort, having friends who didn’t even really need you to speak. You could just exist, even in silence, and it wasn’t uncomfortable. While the ocean may have been your friend thus far, it was nice to have friends of your own species. 
And the more time you spent with Kiri and little Tuk, the more Neteyam noticed you. 
The more he noticed the ease with which you hopped from boulder to boulder before diving into the water. The more he noticed the little treasures you’d find for Kiri and Tuk displayed in his family’s mauri. He started to wonder where they were coming from, and how they’d found so many. And then he started to notice that wherever Kiri was, you were usually within diving range. He started to notice the piles of treasures you’d leave her and Tuk, either on the shore or on the edge of their marui. Now, they grew to necklaces and bracelets, woven from their favorite treasures you’d found. A new braid that seemed to pop against their dark hair, a vibrant, colorful shell at its end. 
You were never far away from his sisters, and as he was never very far away from them either, Neteyam became the very first to take notice of you. 
To be fair, no female had peaked his interest yet either. He was far too busy staying attached at the hip to his baby brother until now. With Tsireya taking Lo’ak under her wing, Neteyam had the free time he’d never had before to take in the ocean around him. 
And where there was ocean, you were usually swimming within its waters. 
This time was valuable to Neteyam, and usually short lived. Stolen moments like the movement of the waves, there one minute and gone the next. Of course, as the eldest sibling, he still had to keep a reasonable eye on his younger brother and sisters. But with Jake learning the Metkayina’s ways with Tonowari and your father, Lo’ak under regular supervision by someone other than himself, and Kiri and Tuk always within the reef’s circle when they weren’t with Neytiri, Neteyam had the chance to take a breath. 
In the same way Tsireya had caught Lo’ak’s eyes, you had captured Neteyam’s attention. 
He started to learn your ways more than the Metkayina ways he was meant to be studying. He learned the boulders you favored when they appeared during low tide, and those you favored during eclipse. He learned your favorite paths to swim, and which you hadn’t explored yet. 
And boy, it made him laugh when he’d trail you to one of said favorite spots, only for you to dive into the water without even blinking, not realizing he’d been following you. 
Selective hearing, maybe, or pure tunnel vision, you usually only noticed the things you were interested in, or the things that were directly in your eyesight. Neteyam was worth noticing, of course, you just hadn’t laid eyes on him yet up close, and you hadn’t yet realized the irony of the one person you were destined for being the one thing you had failed to notice. 
Like two moons passing. Two arrows firing towards the same target. Now, Neteyam was just holding his breath, waiting for the two of you to collide. 
If you would ever open your skxawng eyes and notice him, for Eywa’s sake. 
It took you a solid week to finally realize he existed. And the only way he managed to accomplish this was waiting for you to take your spot on a boulder during a particularly sunny afternoon. He dove in from the shoreline, scanning the ocean floor for something he knew would peak your interest, and found a smooth, polished sea stone that glistened like crystal. If it wasn’t for you, he would’ve kept it. 
He’d grabbed it from the sand, and rubbed it clean with a few swipes of his fingers. It was the size of his palm and oval shaped, with no imperfections. When he turned it in his hand, it seemed to sparkle, reflecting the colors of the ocean and the whiteness of the sand. When he passed it by his face, he could see the yellow of his eyes reflected on its surface. Special, and perfect, and new, it was strange the way the stone reminded him of you. 
He was positive you hadn’t found something like this yet. 
He pushed from the floor with his feet, aiming straight for the boulder he could see you sitting on, your feet dipped in the water beneath you. Slowly, he eased to the surface and emerged from the water. 
Your eyes flicked to him, narrowing when you noticed who it was. A low hiss left your lips, but Neteyam just…smiled. 
You cocked your head, eyes still narrowed, skeptical of the stranger as he swam towards you. As he approached, he raised his hands, one still closed around something. 
“What is that?” You gestured. “In your hand.”
Neteyam eased up towards the boulder and grabbed your wrist, extending your palm towards him, and placed the smooth stone within your grasp. 
“For you,” he breathed. Still smiling. 
You stared at the stone in your hands, flipping it between your palms and holding it up towards the afternoon light, allowing it to glint in your eyes. Neteyam just grinned, watching your increasing awe in what he’d found. 
When you finally met his gaze, and he was still beaming up at you with a toothy grin like you’d never seen before, you couldn’t help but blush and gaze back at the stone in your hands.
“Thank you,” you murmured. 
Neteyam nodded, pushing off from the rock. He still wore that same bright smile. 
As he floated back towards the shore where Kiri and Tuk were playing in the sand, he touched his forehead and released his palm towards you in a silent gesture. 
I see you. 
You could feel the heat spread across your cheeks. Turning your attention back towards the stone in your hands, you tried your hardest to keep your gaze from flicking back and forth towards Neteyam as he swam for his sisters on the shore. 
Tried, and failed. 
The way his deep blue skin seemed to ripple through the ocean water, instead of blending in like yours. The swing of his arms, and the dance of his braids as they floated behind him. 
You could still feel the cool, smooth surface of the beautiful new treasure he’d brought you as it lay in your palms. And yet, your eyes stayed glued to him as he emerged from the water, stumbling a bit in the sand when he tried to shake the water from his braids. You chuckled, rolling your eyes. 
Definitely a skxawng.
Later that evening, you placed Neteyam’s rock on a shelf in your marui, right in the middle of all of your favorite treasures. Tilting your head, you studied its presence among the rest of your collection, noting the way it reflected the colors of all the shells nearby, brightening their shades and making its own rainbow on the floor of the marui below you, taking the best pieces of each and turning it into something new and brighter. In all the time you’d picked pieces from the sandy ocean floor, you hadn’t found anything quite like this. 
Neteyam had definitely gotten your attention. 
The next day, you returned to the same boulder, sitting in silence as Kiri wandered the shore behind you. The rock was warm beneath you, and as you lay flat against its surface to bask in the sun, you heard a light splashing that was distinctly un-wave-like coming from your right. 
“I know you’re there,” you sighed. 
A chuckle came from the same direction as the splashing, and you felt a presence ease up from the water and climb across the boulder to lay next to you. 
“How’s it going, water girl?” 
Water girl. 
And thus, your most recent nickname. You had to chuckle a little; only a skxawng like Neteyam would come up with a name like “water girl”. But alas, it did have a certain ring to it, and of the many names you’d had over the years, something in the way he said it made your insides flutter in a strange way you’d never known before. 
It wasn’t paysmung, that was for sure. But it would do. 
“Never better, tree boy.”
Another chuckle. 
“Tree boy?”
You finally turned your head and opened your eyes to find him as close as he could possibly get without actually touching. His wide, yellow eyes were mere inches from your own, beads of ocean water still clinging to the tips of his eyelashes, and glistening from his forehead. 
You couldn’t find it in your heart to try and lie to yourself - he was kind of pretty. 
You smiled. “Water girl, tree boy. It fits.”
Neteyam smiled, and up close his smile was even brighter. It was effervescent, glowing like the rock he’d brought you the day before, and you couldn’t help but grin in response. 
“Fair enough,” he shrugged, closing his eyes and turning his face towards the sun overhead, letting the warmth of the midday dry his skin. 
And just like that, a peaceful silence settled in the air.
It wasn’t uncomfortable by any means, but as you watched the rise and fall of his chest, and the glisten of his cheeks as the light hit their peak, you swore a school of fish was swimming through your stomach. One of his hands rested gently against his stomach, lifting and sinking as he took slow, deep breaths. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn he was asleep. 
His eyes fluttered open, and you snapped your eyes shut, feigning that they’d been that way the entire time, and that you hadn’t been staring at him as if committing his features to memory. You heard him chuckle softly, and when your eyes opened, he too was scanning your features. 
As you watched his eyes flick from the top of your head to the pinnacle of your chest, where your neck dipped and curved into a hollow at its base, you felt your pulse quicken and a small ball of tension seemed to roll through the air around you. The school of fish in your stomach turned into a full swarm, dancing and spinning and tickling your insides. 
No one - quite literally no one - had ever made you feel this strange sort of tension just from existing. 
But in the same way you found him kind of pretty, he too was entirely raptured by your beauty. In the way the darker skin around your shoulders and hairline turned soft and creamy towards the center of your face. In the fullness of your lips, and the way they parted softly as he gazed at you. In the way the color of your eyes matched the blue of the ocean like no one else he’d seen, as if you were part of the water itself.
He turned toward you, resting himself on an elbow, eyes still scanning for any hesitation from you. But you were frozen, still as the rock beneath you, as he brought a hand up to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 
He started to smile, and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, there was a commotion from the shore. You both sat up, tilting your heads to watch as Ao’nung approached Kiri as she lay in the shallows, three other boys following him.
Neteyam’s stare instantly hardened. 
“I’ll be back,” he growled. “Stay here.”
You tried to reach for him, but he dove into the water before you could grab his wrist, swimming for the shore just as Lo’ak approached the group from the other end of the beach. 
You watched as he emerged from the water, as he shoved Ao’nung away from Lo’ak, and prodded him with a finger to the chest. Ao’nung raised his hands, and as Neteyam pulled Lo’ak and Kiri away, you allowed a brief release of breath. 
And then Lo’ak punched Ao’nung in the face. 
Three times. 
You were already on your feet when Ao’nung hit the sand, but when Neteyam scratched his head and leapt into the fray, you dove into the water in an instant. 
You had just reached the shore when Lo’ak was being pulled by his tail, grasping the nearest Na’vi by the ear. After all, when Lo’ak was grabbed, he tended to grab right back, and with tenfold force. Even you knew this. 
Kiri was safe, and fine, on the edge of the fight and trying not to laugh. Neteyam had a clear edge over another boy, and had him pinned by the full force of his body weight. And while no one at noticed your arrival yet, when you walked right up to Ao’nung and grabbed him by the queue, jerking him away, everyone stopped moving as Ao’nung let out a particularly girlish squeal. 
Ao’nung’s eyes widened when he realized who had grabbed him.
“That’s…enough,” you growled. “Honestly, behaving like a child.”
You released Ao’nung’s braid, tossing it from your hands. You could feel Neteyam’s eyes boring holes in the back of your skull, Lo’ak’s too. But the way Ao’nung was completely baffled by your intervention, when you had done nothing of the sort for years, had a strange sort of pride swelling in your chest.
You were not one for fighting. Eywa, you weren’t even one for words. Ao’nung only knew of you as the silent freak, who was not even fun to pick on because you simply didn’t respond. 
Suddenly, you’d barged right in, and while Neteyam had managed to get them to back off, you had Ao’nung gaping like a fish. 
“Three of you,” you continued. “Against one. Really upstanding behavior, Ao’nung.”
Ao’nung’s eyes narrowed, and the surprise wore off. 
But still, you kept speaking, tilting your head and matching his squint.
“Shall I fetch your father?”
Ao’nung instantly closed the distance between you, puffing his chest and squaring his jaw with yours. 
“That’s rich,” he leered, “coming from the biggest freak of them all. You’re even worse than Kiri.”
Before you even had a chance to respond, and before the telltale tears could well in your eyes, your gaze was interrupted as Neteyam quite literally forced his way between you. He shoved Ao’nung aside for the second time, with such force that Ao’nung stumbled into the water. 
This time, however, Neteyam kept one arm wrapped securely around your waist, and his tail around your upper thigh. 
You were pressed flush to him, as if you were a second skin, giving you a front row seat to the clench of Neteyam’s jaw. 
“Stop. Leave her alone.” 
Ao’nung studied his surroundings. The three others still hadn’t stood from the sand, where they lay with hands clutching their various injuries. Lo’ak stood between them and Kiri, and despite the slight sway of his stance, his fists were clenched and his brow was hardened in a gaze eerily similar to Neteyam’s own stare. 
And what was worse - from over Neteyam’s broad shoulder, you could faintly make out the silhouettes of Jake, Ronal, and Tonowari approaching from the edge of the village. 
They didn’t look happy. 
Ao’nung turned to his friends, and gave a slight gesture. 
“Let’s go.”
They left, leaving you still pressed to Neteyam, your hand now resting against his bicep. It was warm beneath your fingertips, and you could feel the ripple of his muscle beneath your touch as he let go of you, replacing the smooth skin of his back with a firm grip on your waist as his eyes turned to meet your own. 
“Go,” he murmured, voice lowered as if no one could hear. “Go back to the rock. I’ll meet you soon. I have to talk to my dad.”
You nodded, looking past him as Jake stopped halfway to you, just as Ao’nung passed him with the three others. You had only seconds before he would reach you. 
Your eyes returned to his, dipping below to where a cut had opened in his lower lip. 
“Will you be alright?”
He nodded. “I’ll be fine. Go.”
Reluctantly, you slid from under his grasp, and turned back towards the water. You turned briefly to Kiri and Lo’ak, making sure they too were alright, before you jogged away and leapt into the water, swimming for the same boulder you’d just come from. 
You stopped halfway to catch your breath, and turned your head to where Neteyam was following Jake back towards the village. Jake had a firm grip on Lo’ak’s upper arm, and was tugging him along the sand, wearing the same scowl he’d had moments prior. 
Neteyam’s head was hung low, his fist pressed to his cut lip, braids only barely swinging as he trudged behind his father. 
You sighed. As you turned back to finish the brief swim to your boulder, you sent a silent prayer. Hoping Jake would go easy on them - particularly on Neteyam, who had only stepped in to protect Lo’ak, and who would have succeeded had the odds been more evenly matched. 
When you reached the boulder and climbed out of the water towards the surface, you stood for a moment, watching the now miniature figures of Jake, Lo’ak, and Neteyam disappear into the shadows of village. You sighed again, and having hoped you’d be able to see them from your small vantage point, you sank down onto the rock. 
Feeling perfectly hopeless. 
If anything, you wished you had done more. You wished you had followed Neteyam immediately, or even more that you had managed to grab him. That you had dove into the water together, and approached the group at the right moment. 
You wished, more than anything, that you hadn’t waited. 
It was starting to gnaw at you - that your life seemed like a bottomless pit of waiting. That you had no power other than to stand still at life’s rocky edge, helpess to do anything other than watch as moments passed you by. You were the silent one; the powerless one. The freak, as Ao’nung had put it. And even if you tried, you could quite literally do nothing to help as those around you seemed to suffer. 
Now more than ever, this gnawing deep within started to feel more and more like a heavy weight. It hadn’t bothered you until Neteyam had entered the picture, but the vision of his split lip, and the bruises beneath his right eye, and the scrapes on his chest now made the tears you’d held back come bursting to the surface. 
You had only known him in actuality for no more than a day, and yet the way he’d come bursting to your rescue had you not only confused, and perfectly and completely smitten, but utterly heartbroken that he’d even needed to do so. 
And moreover, entirely positive that you weren’t worth saving. 
Kiri was - there was no question about that. Lo’ak definitely was, especially when he was that outnumbered and still managed to do considerable damage to his assailants. 
And then…there was Neteyam. 
Neteyam, who had successfully stopped the fight with nothing more than his presence. 
Neteyam, who when you arrived had Roxto pinned beneath him, who had Roxto powerless to fight back as he swung punch after punch. Who would have won for the second time if there had been one less to account for. 
Neteyam who, in truth, did not need your help winning. 
You had yourself fully convinced of this by the time you heard a light splashing coming from your left, and growing closer. You felt the lump in your throat swell as Neteyam eased his way onto the boulder, and that same lump grew larger when he grunted at the effort of bringing himself to your side. 
That groan, that all-encapsulating sound of pain, had you nearly shattering as your eyes opened, and you sat up to meet him face to face. 
When his eyes met yours, and you came in full view of the now purple bruise beneath his eye, and the cut in his lip that was seeping blood, and the scratches on his chest that extended the full length of his right pectoral muscle, you made a strange squelching sound, and plopped your head to his left shoulder. 
If you could have only seen the way Neteyam’s eyes widened at your touch, and softened at the feeling of wetness on his skin when he realized you were crying, you would have only broken more completely. 
Neteyam was not used to girls he liked crying on him, that much was certain. In fact, Neteyam didn’t have much time for girls period. So the fact that you seemed to be upset - over him - was entirely perplexing, confusing, and perfectly heartbreaking, all at the same time. 
Sure, he’d wanted you to notice him. Sure, he’d wanted you to return his pathetic attempts at affection, that he hadn’t yet realized you didn’t find pathetic in the least. Sure, he’d wanted to bring the two of you closer, and he’d wanted nothing more than your worlds to finally collide.
But not like this. 
Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t particularly enjoy standing up for Lo’ak day in and day out - but that was his job. Literally, as the oldest brother, it was in his internal code to defend his younger siblings. It was his job to get Lo’ak out of the trouble he somehow managed to always be getting into.
But this - this was new. This was different, and ugly, and soul-wrenching. He loathed the feeling that ate him up inside now, as he brought up a hand to rest against the back of your head. 
He’d seen Jake do this for Neytiri many times. He’d seen Jake comfort Kiri this way, and he’d seen it work. 
What he hadn’t picked up on was the mirroring of pain that Jake felt when he had to comfort those closest to him. Realistically, Jake just hadn’t shown this, especially when his kids were around. It would have been helpful to know how much the sound of you crying - over him - would absolutely obliterate him, but then again, Jake probably would have never discussed it, even if Neteyam asked. It would have been helpful to know that by comforting you, that by taking away your pain, he would only be absorbing it into his own skin. 
So, Neteyam did what he knew how to. 
With the one hand still resting on your head, he brought the other to the small of your back, pulling you in as closely as he could, stroking your skin in soothing, circular motions. Hushing you, whispering in your ear, and trying with all his might to get you to stop crying. To make you stop being sad if he could. 
Because as he thought about it, he realized he hadn’t yet seen you smile. 
Actually smile. 
You’d grinned, of course, and bared your teeth at him in a hiss. You’d smiled with your lips closed, and he’d seen you let out small smiles, only when you were around Kiri or Tuk. And he definitely hadn’t seen you laugh yet. 
The moment he realized this, he decided right then and there that if he had any say in the matter, you wouldn’t ever be sad like this again. That he would never, ever give you a reason to cry over him again. 
And just like it was his duty to protect his siblings, Neteyam made a solemn vow to himself, the ocean, and Eywa - and frankly, anyone who was listening - to add you to that list. 
He would never again stand for a skxawng like Ao’nung, or anyone else, making you feel like you were less than the perfect being you were. And he certainly wouldn’t allow anyone else to ever again make you feel like you were a freak. To Neteyam, you were as perfect as the stone he’d brought you the first time you met, and the moment you were done crying, he was going to make sure you knew it. 
And if Ao’nung wasn’t already bruised into the ground from Lo’ak’s powerful right hook, then Neteyam was going to put him there, chief’s son or not.
Neteyam let loose the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. For the first time since he’d climbed up to meet you on the rock, his focus shifted from where you sat silently, head still resting on his shoulder, tears slowed and breathing returning to an even keel, to the salty water stinging the cut on his lower lip.
You felt him shift, as he brought the hand that had been resting on your lower back up to his lip, and you felt him tense beneath you at the self-inflicted pressure.  A low groan left him, and you finally had to tilt back from your spot against his shoulder to study his face. He was blinking from the pain, his tongue rubbing at the offending cut, smearing a trail of blood across his chin. 
You brought your hand to his, pulling it away from his face to give you full view of where his once perfect lower lip bore a gash the size of your thumb. You winced, and brought your free hand to his cheek, stroking with your thumb the area that had bruised beneath his eye. And without thinking, you leaned in, gently pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth where there was no cut. 
Perhaps you thought it would make him feel better. Perhaps you thought you could take away some of his pain. Perhaps you were hoping for some sort of redemption, after you had behaved quite unlike yourself for the past few hours. After you hand dissolved at the mere sight of him, and had sat there like a skxawng with your head in his shoulder, your salty tears soaking into his skin. 
Still, you had no idea what came over you.  
Now though, as you studied his face, and his still widened eyes from your half-kiss, and ran a gentle finger over the scratches on his chest, you felt your normal steely resolve return somewhere deep within you. 
“You’re hurt,” you murmured.  
Neteyam shrugged. “It’s fine.” 
As he spoke, the blood was beginning to pool, even from such minimal effort. You shook your head and stood from the rock, pulling him up with you by the hand. 
“Come. Let’s get you patched up.” 
You dragged him down the line of boulders, chuckling softly when he nearly missed a jump, stumbling slightly from the rocky surface. As you reached the outskirts of the village, you both slowed from a jog to an easy walk, Neteyam only needing to extend his gait to come level with you, his arm brushing against yours as you made your way to your marui. 
You had to swallow down the slight spark of excitement building in your throat at his touch, and forced your focus to narrow on the injured boy following you. 
This was no easy feat, to be sure. But as you entered your marui, and gestured for Neteyam to sit on your mat, you felt that same steely resolve take over as you gathered your supplies. 
When you turned back towards him, a pile of bowls and dressings in your hand, Neteyam yet again had his hand against the cut, and his tongue running against it’s edge.
“Stop that,” you barked, “You’re making it worse.”
Neteyam’s hand dropped to rest in his lap, and as you knelt before him, organizing your supplies at your side, you could feel him watching you. Studying you.
You chose for the moment to ignore his piercing gaze. Instead, you brought a hand to his ankle, gently pushing it aside where he had been sitting cross-legged, allowing you to scoot your way in between his legs. He allowed his arms to stretch out behind him, resting the majority of his weight on the heels of his hands. 
When he had made himself mostly comfortable, you started with the scratch on his lip. If only just to get him to stop messing with it. 
You cleaned it first, wiping away the smears of blood, and after you’d cleaned and sanitized it, you gently applied pressure with a clean cloth. 
“Hold here,” you whispered, and Neteyam obeyed, bringing one hand to rest upon the cloth. 
This gave you the chance to apply a smooth, buttery healing salve to the bruises beneath his eyes, and those smattering the skin around his neck and chest. Next, you applied the same salve gently to the scrapes on the skin of his chest, and wrapped a bandage from around his shoulder to cover them, and to allow the salve to seep into the cuts so they would heal. The muscles in his chest rippled beneath your touch, and a low hiss left his lips from the slight, momentary sting as you finished your work. 
Finally, you gently pulled his hand away from his lip, removing the cloth with it. 
The bleeding had stopped from the pressure, and the wound was now clotted. You took the same salve on the pad of your forefinger, and eased closer to Neteyam, your face mere inches from his own. Studying the wound, you brought a hand beneath his chin to steady him, and bending forward, you flicked your eyes up to meet his. 
“This will sting again,” you muttered, waiting for him to gently nod.
When he closed his eyes, you went to work, applying the salve as quickly and gently as you could so the sting wouldn’t last. 
You didn’t even notice that as you finished your work, removing the bandage from around his chest where the salve had soaked into his skin, Neteyam could not stop staring at you. You didn’t notice, that is, until you bent back, resting on your heels, and came face to face with him.
This time, Neteyam had closed the distance between you, his knees resting against yours, and has he brought one hand to tangle in your hair, his other hand swept a stray strand behind your ear for the second time that day. 
And just like that, your breath was stolen from you in a small sigh that left your lips. 
For a moment, everything seemed to pause. 
For a moment, it was just you and him, eyes connected. His piercing gaze seemed to search yours, eyes flicking back and forth, scanning for any sign of hesitation from you. One of his hands rested on your cheek, and the other rested against the back of your neck, still tangled in your thick hair. He blinked once, twice, still studying you for any sign of pause, or resistance.
And other than the fact that you had stopped breathing almost entirely, there was none. 
Your heart didn’t even have time to skip a full beat before Neteyam brought his lips to yours. 
For a moment, all you could taste was the tangy bitterness of the salve against your lips. For a moment, it seemed as if your lips hadn’t actually met yet, the salve creating a slippery barrier between you where your lips couldn’t find traction. 
And then Neteyam was pulling away, just for a moment, laughing breathlessly, grabbing the cloth from beside him and wiping away the salve from his lips and yours.
You laughed, really honestly laughed as he palmed the cloth against your lips, muffling the sound only slightly, and you squeezed your eyes shut as he brushed the cloth against your lips. 
He was laughing too, and once the salve was gone, the both of you had to pause, catching your breath. 
Of course your first real kiss would be tainted by a skxawng with a cut on his lip, that you had just spent time trying to heal. 
When both of you had caught your breath, Neteyam’s eyes met yours, and he smiled at you. You already thought his smile was blinding, but now, you swore you could see the stars reflected in his wide grin. You couldn’t help but smile in return, a breathy chuckle leaving your lips. 
“You skxawng,” you breathed. “I just fixed that cut.”
Again, Neteyam closed the distance between you, hands gripping beneath your thighs to draw you into his lap, where you wrapped your legs around his waist and draped your arms over his shoulders. As you rested there, safe and warm within his grasp, your gaze meeting his, Neteyam let loose a deep, weighted sigh. And again, his hand came up to rest against your cheek, his thumb gently stroking against your lower lip. 
He shrugged, grinning still. 
“I don’t care.”
And for the second time that evening, with bated breath, Neteyam closed the short distance between you and brought his lips to yours.
This time, you had the upper hand. This time, he angled his head to parallel with your own, allowing the kiss to instantly deepen. This time, his hands gripped and massaged at the skin of your thighs, coaxing a sigh from your lips that met with his own heavy breathing in a tangle of knotted air. 
This time, instead of the bitter salve, all you could taste, all you could feel was him. 
He tasted sweet, and minty, with a salty edge that reminded you of the ocean. And while his lower lip had been marred by a deep cut - which you would be thanking Ao’nung for later - the rest of his lips were plump and soft and perfect against your own. Like molten lead, or a pair of pearls fused together with time, his lips against yours matched like two pieces of the same cloth.
And slowly, a knot began to grow within you, deep within your core, that had you positively certain you couldn’t get enough of him. 
Neteyam couldn’t get enough of you either. When your small, soft hands scratched against his chest, he let out a low moan that he was positive he’d never made before, and he grabbed at you with a force like he was going to sink you into his skin and never let you go, like he couldn’t exist without you.
And maybe, in truth, he could, but as you pushed from his lap and grabbed him by the neck, pushing him against the mat beneath you in a furious tangle of teeth, lips, and limbs, Neteyam was absolutely certain that while he could live without you, he definitely didn’t want to. 
It was there, on the floor of your marui, that you stayed with him until eclipse had long passed. Until your lips had become bone dry, and his cut had come open again. Until all the breath had sucked from your lungs, in a way you’d never felt before in all your years mastering breathing where there was no air. 
It was there that Jake and your father found you both, dead asleep, tangled up together and splayed out on your mat. A blanket covered you, and one arm was wound around Neteyam’s chest, your legs wound between his.
Jake hadn’t seen Neteyam sleep this peacefully in years - not since Lo’ak had started walking. 
His eyes met your father’s, and they shared a knowing grin, before backing out of the marui to meet with Neytiri and Kxali on the edge of the village. Neither of them had the heart to interrupt the two sleeping teenagers, and both of them seemed to have a deep understanding that while the two of you had grown up apart, now, you had found each other. Now, you had found a small slice of peace, and though they didn’t particularly enjoy the thought of the mischief you two would get up to together, it paled in comparison to the thought of forcing you two apart. 
Neither Jake nor Elpawe were going to let that happen. 
Of course, Lo’ak took the mickey out of Neteyam when he returned to his family’s marui the next morning. The Mighty Warrior had spent all night, tangled up with a girl? In Lo’ak’s eyes, Neteyam deserved some teasing. 
Neteyam took it well as always, shoving Lo’ak gently by the chest, playfully grinning as Lo’ak shoved him right back, sending Neteyam stumbling over the marui’s edge and right into you. 
You caught him by his arms, steadying him. 
Seeing Lo’ak behind him grinning like the devil, and surrounded by his family, you tilted your head and gestured towards Neytiri and Jake. 
“I see you,” you spoke, bringing your finger from your forehead towards Neteyam’s parents. 
They nodded, returning the favor, and you did not particularly like the knowing grin on Jake’s face, or the steam that seemed to be coming from Neytiri’s ears at the sight of her oldest son with a stranger from another clan. But when Jake placed a hand on Neytiri’s knee, she softened, and smiled up at Neteyam.
“Go,” she said, “And be back before eclipse this time, please.”
Neteyam nodded, not speaking, his face turning a brilliant shade of red. Chuckles arose from his siblings, and you could hear the entire family dissolve into laughter as Neteyam tugged you by the hand towards the beach. 
When you reached the shoreline, plopping down into the sand, Neteyam sitting next to you, you finally let loose the laughter you’d been holding in. 
Your head tilted back, you let out a loud, barking laugh, shaking your head, and looked to Neteyam.
“I’m sorry,” you breathed, in between a fit of giggles. “I’m so sorry.”
The way he was looking at you, brows quirked, studying you again, made you remember that first day on the rock, when you had studied him the same way as if you were committing his features to memory. You didn’t realize of course, that Neteyam actually was committing your bright smile and the sound of your laugh to memory, somewhere deep in his mind where he would never forget it. 
And then he smiled, and laughed with you, and tackled you into the sand, sending you both into another fit of howling laughter. 
When he pulled back, only for a moment, he smiled down at you, and waited for you to smile in return, before connecting his lips with yours. This kiss was new, and different - passionate, tender, and slow, his lips seemed to dance with yours. Not only that, but he brought one leg between your own, the other pressed firmly into the sand beneath you, and his entire upper body seemed fused with yours in a perfect molding of skin against skin, like roots digging beneath the earth. 
Again, you found peace within each other’s touch. The world around you disappeared until it was just you and Neteyam. Even the sand beneath you faded away, and all you could feel was his chest pressed to yours, and his hands gripping at your waist and your thighs and anywhere he could easily reach. You were certain he was going to leave bruises behind where his fingers dug into your skin, but if you were positive of one thing, it was that you didn’t mind. 
If you could have one wish, if Eywa could grant you one thing, it was that you could stay here forever with him on the warm sand, tangled up in his arms, his braids tickling against your cheeks, his smile mirroring yours when he pulled away, breathless and sighing. 
When he did pull away to breathe, you didn’t let him stay apart from you for very long. 
In the same way he’d grasped at you like you were a lifeline, you wound your arms around his shoulders and pulled him back into you, reconnecting your lips in a flurry of motion, and wound your legs around his hips, giving him access to the soft skin of your thighs. 
And if you were feeling particularly bold, you’d grasp him with your legs and tackle him into the sand, pinning him beneath you in a wild spray of hair and limbs and breathless laughter. 
There you’d stay for as long as you could, hands against his chest and lips fused together like iron, his own palms exploring places they hadn’t before, running up and down your back, and your thighs, and the roundness of your bum, squeezing and grasping at any soft parts of your skin that he could reach. 
You’d let him, sighing breathlessly against his lips. And sometimes, you’d pull him into a sitting position, grabbing at the nape of his neck. The more you started to explore each other, the more you discovered things you liked about his supple skin, and the more marks he left on your own, in the soft spots where your neck met your shoulder. You too left a few marks of your own, in little scratches on his back, or in the equally buttery soft skin of his neck and shoulders. The more marks you left behind, the more beautiful noises you coaxed from his lips, and the more you enjoyed peppering his skin with brands claiming him as yours.
Days, and weeks, and months passed like this, in a beautiful blur of young love. 
Neither of you planned for Neteyam to leave you behind. 
And what was worse, you hadn’t even been there when it happened. You were there for his funeral, off somewhere in the water as Jake and Neytiri laid him to rest with your ancestors. As Lo’ak and Payakan swam by, brother with brother. When Jake and Neytiri went to the Spirit Tree, you followed them, tucking yourself deep into the branches where they couldn’t see you, and connecting your queue to one of the glowing palms.
When Jake found you on the beach a few days later, crying into your hands, he had plopped down in the sand next to you in a manner eerily similar to Neteyam. 
When he’d wrapped an arm around you, bringing you into his chest, he told you - and only you - what he’d seen in the visions the Spirit Tree gave him the night of Neteyam’s funeral. 
Somewhere in the middle of his story, your tears had slowed. Somewhere during his tale, you’d looked up from your hands, wiping away your tears, and leaned into his strong embrace. 
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
“I know,” Jake uttered in reply, squeezing you a bit tighter. “I’m sorry too. He loved you, you know.”
You nodded, sniffling. 
“I know. I loved him, too.”
Later that evening, as your mother came and kissed you goodnight, wiping away a few stray tears from your eyes, she lay next to you and sang you to sleep with the same song she’d sung during your early years. 
You’d cried in her arms for several minutes, and she’d whispered in your ear just as Neteyam had. It had only made you cry more, how little things were reminding you of him, chipping away at the gaping hole he’d left behind. 
As you finally drifted off, your mother still stroking your hair, she’d whispered to you in the silence, just as she’d done when you were a baby. 
“Hush, paysmung. Listen to the ocean,” she murmured softly. “He is in the water now. He is with you.” 
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You padded along the beach, one hand held above your brow to shield you from the sun, toes digging into the sand as you hopped along, jumping over shells the waves were leaving behind. The trees blew in the wind, and the waves were on your left, crashing against the sand and pulling back into the ocean. 
Your hair blew in the breeze behind you, cooling you from the warmth of the sun, and you turned, smiling, to watch as Neteyam came jogging up to meet you. 
Oh, Neteyam. 
He was even more stunning in your dreams, if it were even possible, and his effervescent smile still had the power to make you smile in return. 
He came running up to you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his chest, lifting you off your feet and spinning you in circles. Making you smile, and laugh, your head ducking into his shoulder as your long hair tangled with his braids. 
When he set you back on your feet, the both of you slightly dizzy, you smiled up at him, your arms still wound around his neck. His arms were still tightly around your waist, strong and muscular, pressing you flush against him. 
One of his hands released a braid from where it had stayed tangled in your long, wavy hair, but while one of his arms stayed wrapped around you, his free hand came to rest softly against your cheek. 
“How’s it going, water girl?” He breathed, smiling. 
Suddenly, a great sadness overcame you, and even in your dreams you felt a lump rise up in your throat, constricting you. 
“My Neteyam,” you croaked. “Why did you have to leave?”
“Ah, water girl,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”
He closed his eyes, and brought his forehead to yours, your breathing tangling together as a few stray tears escaped down your cheeks. When your eyes finally opened, tears were spilling down his cheeks too, and you brought your thumbs to swipe them away.
You were allowed to cry - Neteyam was not. 
“It’s okay,” you gasped. “I’ll be okay.”
Neteyam smiled sadly at you, brushing your hair from your face. The both of you could tell you didn’t quite believe your own words. 
“I know. I know you’ll be okay, water girl.”
He brought his lips to yours, pressing them together in slow, tender circles. A breeze blew through, sending your hair blowing wildly behind you, the beads of Neteyam’s braids clicking against each other in the wind. And still, you did not break apart for as long as you could bear, only separating from him when the both of you could no longer breathe. 
Once again, he brought his forehead to yours. 
“I can’t stay,” he murmured. “You have to wake up soon.”
Your chest started feeling as if it was going to cave in, and a panic rose up within you like a great wave. 
“No,” you choked out. “I don’t want to, I don’t want you to go.”
“I know.” 
Neteyam ran his thumb across your cheeks, swiping away another wave of tears from your skin. 
“I know, my love.”
A great wave crashed from behind him, splashing up against your calves, tangling you in the water. 
“It’s time,” Neteyam sighed. 
“No,” you protested. “No.”
You grabbed onto him as tightly as you could, digging your face into his shoulder and pulling him into you. 
“Please don’t leave me,” you cried between sobs, “Please. I don’t want you to leave.”
“I know. But it’s time. The ocean is calling,” Neteyam said as he separated from you, holding both of your hands in his. 
Another great wave crashed onto the shore, rising up around you and pulling Neteyam from your grasp. 
“Neteyam, no!”
Neteyam looked out at the ocean, and turned back to you, a bright smile once again adorning his beautiful features. He reached for you, your fingers barely touching his, the ocean rising and pulling the two of you apart. 
“Don’t worry, my love. I’m with you.”
As he swam off into the water, you watched him until he was a small speck on the horizon. It was only then that he turned, and waved at you in a silent goodbye. 
As you waved back, the ocean swelled around you, wrapping you in a tight embrace that smelled distinctly like him.
Don’t worry, water girl. I’m never very far. 
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thank you for reading 
xoxo, carrie
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luvmist · 1 year
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Hey can I request a aonung x reader
Where Aonung gives a necklace made of shell to the reader who is a Sully. The next day one of her brothers wonders why she has a new necklace.
Thank you and have a great day!!
GRAVE (1.6k) part two.
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ao’nung x f! na’vi reader.
COMPENDIUM: when thick tension turns to potent love, can it truly stay hidden?
WARNINGS: suggestive flirting, kissing, strong language, fluff and humor mostly, a bit of angst, shifts between flash backs and flash forwards, sully fam being nosy
LOLA SAYS: i liked this request sm i may have gotten carried away lol. apologies. but either way i hope u enjoy anon. still tryna explore ao’nungs character plus still extremely new to writing. so i hope this is acceptable. also ik the title sounds grimey but this fic is p lighthearted. drew inspo from a poem as well as a song. as always, please mutilate me with criticism and correction so i can improve
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you’re not entirely sure how it happened. misted vision prevailed over timeline and verity. however, it is safe to say that if someone had told you upon your initial arrival to the reef, that no less than four months later you’d be sneaking around with the olo'eyktan’s indisputably insufferable son, your incredulity would’ve been comical.
wistfully recalling the first time you’d seen him — hard eyes. firm and arrogant. guard up, unsmiling. stunning. holding tight onto kiri’s hand, your own eyes acknowledged the gradual gathering of the metkayina clan around your family. regardless, your sight was consumingly preoccupied with him. he stared back. the blue of his irises were fervid. at the time, you dismissed it as anger. a reaction to your family’s invasion and unfamiliarity. it was not that. but in the moment, you remained ignorant. a twisting enthral of unknown sentiments travelled through your stomach as you stubbornly kept his intense gaze. butterflies. you clutched your sisters hand tighter.
cerulean water engulfed your waist. an hour had passed since olo'eyktan tonowari and thasìk ronal had granted your family uturu. learning the metkayina’s craft and method seemed to be laced with under tones of compelling urgency. around you stood your siblings, and infront of you, three na’vi. rotxo, a calm and charming boy. tsireya, an unfathomably pure spirit. and him. you tried to listen attentively, but how could you? his stare was vivid. you mustn’t look, but you do. and oh, how the thrill of the sapphire orbs that you’re met with is worth the missed explanations you’re being fed by an eager tsireya. slowly, the side of his mouth curves upwards. not into a smile, but rather a smirk. smug. turning your head defiantly, you keep your focus on his sister. although, you weren’t sure if you were defying his pomposity or the ever present glittering feeling inside your own chest.
days passed, and tension thickened. you were quick to learn the boys’ name. you were quick to learn the boys’ ways. ao’nung had a knack for coming up with a snarky remark in any given situation. ao’nung was fiercely loyal to his friends, and rejected change. ao’nung enjoyed teasing people. ao’nung felt comfortable in positions of dominance. ao’nung was sly, strategic and innovative. yet often acted on impulse. and above all, ao’nung was an exceptionally determined man. once he had centred his desire, not one thing could deter his aim.
in short, ao’nung had chosen you. pridefully, you had rejected his advances. wanting to make him feel just as refused as he had made your family feel. your sister. but this only fuelled his combative love for a challenge. and thus, he began pursuing you. you didn’t deny yourself any conscious apprehension, you were attracted to him. and yes, he did have an effect on you, and yes, there was a blatant connection. but no, you absolutely would not allow yourself to be swooned. yet unfortunately unlike ao’nung, your determination falls flaccid when your riveting heart begins to enchant your spirit with an unexplainable and irrevocable emotion.
ao’nung decorated the next month and a half of your life. he would flirt, rather blatantly. staring, so much staring. he liked when you would look away. putting his broad chest against your back and whispering to you. he knew he made you nervous. but soon, the boyish smirk that remained plastered to his face, changed. it became a smile. a real, true smile. one he reserved only for you. and his eyes, cold and stern, became tender. bright. and only then did your indignant resistance finally cease. only then did you allow yourself to fall. and fall you did. you recall the moment you stopped running, it was a simple moment. all you remember was him, the waves, and his voice. he said your name. just your name. you liked how he said your name. like you, really liked it.
within a week your mind was mush. he invaded every sense, thought and moment. sitting next to him on the peer, legs swinging from the wooden dock as the fish swam below your feet. glowing coral and treasures.
“will you let me take you out, already?” he started.
“and be seen in public with you? no way.” you respond. smile evident in your voice. it wasn’t entirely a joke. after you accepted your desire, the principal reason you had avoided taking ao’nung up on his suggestions and invites (or rather pleas and desperate whining), was because of your family. it was terrifying, not knowing what they would think if they found out you had grown a feverish affection for the same boy who almost got your brother killed. the same boy who tormented your sister. your kiri. the thought of their disapproval and anguished disappointment paralysed you. he knew.
“ma yn” he spoke. a vocation, telling you to look at him. once you did, “we don’t have to tell them, for now. just please. open your heart to me—” he was crying. shit. he was really crying. he pulled you roughly into his chest, his face in your neck “it was a hunt before, i see that. but now, it’s no longer your infernal presence that tortures me. i have taken your soul into mine, and through you i have become a man.” he became quiet. “just please. fuck. please. please.” his lashes were wet against your skin. he was so desperate. aching to give you the love his hands, spirit and mind implored him to encase you in. begging. begging you to let him take care of you. you finally answered him, “we have to take this to the grave.” he only nodded in response, and with an open mouth he wrote his name on your throat. by the end of it, you were shivering.
he walked you to your marui afterwards. both of you in fits of laughter, tears long forgotten. “you’re gonna come see me ride tomorrow. my first tsurak.” he stated. he was staring at the sand. “and why would i do that, ao’nung?” he took his time responding. usually, his pace was rapid. his wit conjuring responses faster than he could process them. “cause you’re my girl.” he finally looked up.
instantly, everything ao’nung had been saying made sense. all that talk about man and woman, torture and growth. it had aligned itself in you like a constellation. you understood now. looking at him, he was grand. vast and big. towering over you. his hands, just as large and calloused as they were amatory. strong arms. thick neck. jaw clenched. deep, vehement voice. it’s like you were suddenly becoming aware of the fact that he was male. powerful. protective. tender. your mouth fell slightly ajar, his muscular arms wrapped despairingly around your waist. you felt it most then. all that man. how much he made you feel like a woman. you let out a shaky breath. only three words in all existence could express your present notion. “i see you.” it was barley audible, yet it was more than enough. and with that, he kissed you.
the deal was simple — tell no one. in public, you were mere acquaintances. yet behind closed doors, you were vigorously infatuated with one an other. he’d stare in a group setting til you were tugging him away when no one was looking. stealing kisses. part of the routine. secret whispered nothings in your ear. date nights, after eclipse. he’d take you swimming, or to the spirit tree. he quickly became your life source. your oxygen. as if you were holding your breath all day and his kisses were the only thing that could finally ease your burning lungs.
“let’s take it to the grave” you’d say
hours spent craving each other. loving words, he’d spill them while you traced patterns on his chest.
“they’ll never find out how bad we behave” he’d assure
on his lap, with his lips on your neck as you told him about your day. breathing in his musk, feeling him mumble into your throat. “i made you something” you manage to make out his muffled words. “you did, ma nung?” you say, giggling already. his grip on your waist tightens. “yeah.” he smiles into your warm skin. one of his hands leave your waist and begin rummaging around in his burlap satchel he had lazily chucked on the sand. you hear clinking before you’re presented with a necklace. a very pretty necklace. “ao’nung” you whisper, one hand flying up to cover your mouth. it’s a shell necklace, traditional metkayina ornamentation. a halitosis rests in the center with smaller trinkets circling the remaining space. he raises his eyebrows, smirking already. “you like it?” you look at him. “it’s perfect. thank you.” “let’s see it on then, turn around.”
later, sitting cross legged in your marui, you face a mindlessly unprecedented challenge. “what’s that?” asks your brother, plopping down next to you. “what are you on about.” you deadpan. “that necklace, where’d you get it?” you look up at neteyam. “huh? what are you guys talking about.” lo’ak chips in. lo’ak, who had been with you all afternoon and had not noticed the necklace, whereas neteyam pointed it out within minutes of being back. typical.
“uh, i made it.” you answer. trying your hardest to sound nonchalant. “that’s nonsense. you can’t bead jewellery for shit.” lo’ak stated. “well i managed didn’t i?” you shoot back. “yn.” neteyam, this time. “you realize you always hide your thumbs when you lie?” he continues. you sharply look down and sure enough, he was right. you were clenching your thumbs tight in your hands. when did you start doing that? indignantly you look back up at an amused neteyam. opening your mouth, only to find yourself speechless.
could you really take this to the grave?
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WRONG TO WANT YOU - PT 3
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summary: ever since you stepped foot onto the land of his clan he couldn't help but feel drawn to you. everything about you he craved. but he couldn't have you. not while his son called you his.
contents: violence, swearing, suggestive stuff 16+, age gap, fem!sullyreader
authors note: part three!! we have finally got them!!! lowkey a filler but it IS VERY IMPORTANT
(reader is 21 and tonowari is around 40. when they came to the clan she was 20 so they've only been there a year!! all characters aged up)
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Ao’nung’s face screwed up in confusion. Fists tight as he loomed over you. His frame was still taller than you, intimidating the way he seethed.
“What did you just say?” His tone was sharp and rough. As if his words were piercing daggers through your skin.
“Nothing.” You whispered out. Avoiding eye contact with Ao’nung at all costs. You wouldn’t dare look into the eyes of that angry beast.
“No, no. Speak up.” He chuckled darkly, his fingers roughly holding your chin so that you were forced to stare into his crazed eyes. “You dare speak about my father?! Have you gone mad, little forest freak?”
“I didn’t. Let go of me.” A rough his erupts out of his throat as he holds you tighter. His hand squishing your face together so he could scoff at your stupid look. Fingers digging into your cheeks forming bruises under them.
He moved your face around with ease. “No. You did. You little bitch, never talk about my father again. You hear me?” He hissed, leaving spit in your face in the most degrading way possible.
You said nothing but a little whimper leaving your mouth. It was pathetic how terrified you were right now. To think the man holding you like this right now was once a man you trusted, one you loved.
“Do. You. Hear. Me?!” Ao’nung shouted ears flat against his skull, baring his teeth in your face.
“Yes! I’m sorry!” You cried out tears falling down your bruised cheeks. The mark on Ao’nung’s face was nothing compared to the dark purple and black marks now on you.
Ao’nung scoffed and threw you to the ground. Harshly, you plummeted to the harsh sand, landing on rough shells that left stinging cuts on your thighs. “Demons like you should never have been allowed here.” He spat once again. Kicking sand before he left with a stomp.
It was as if you could feel nothing and everything at the same time. The pain across your body thumped beneath you skin as you just stared. Not a sob, no more tear drops. You were frozen.
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Getting up was painful. Blood dripping down your legs as you rubbed your cheeks to try and soothe some of the pain. You weren’t thinking as you walked, hiding away from the village. Taking a route you knew no one else could see you.
Your face had unfrozen now, as tears rolled down your cheek like a majestic waterfall. Soft whimpers every couple steps as the pain from the cuts ran through your entire body. You were tired, wanted nothing more than to collapse into your bed and sob.
“What has happened?!” The loud voice brought you out of your distracted state.
Tonowari rushed over to his front door where you stood battered and bruised. His heart thumped with his protective instincts. He was immediately there examining your injuries. “Great mother…what happened to you?”
You barely even realised you were at the chiefs marui. Shivering in the cool night air as you sniffled away the snot that ran down your face. Looking up to see Tonowari’s wide eyes, boring into you with nothing but love and worry.
It made you want to sob. Because just before those eyes. Eyes that looked so similar had stared at you with nothing but contempt. So when soft whimpers and tears flowed down your cheeks once again, Tonowari gasped and immediately brought you into his home. Sitting you down on the cot you had woke up in that morning.
All worry about being too close to you was replaced with worry for you. He sat down next to you, a soothing hand on your shoulder as he watched you sob. “My sweet pearl…please tell me what is going on?”
You shook your head softly, only being able to scoot closer to Tonowari. He pulled you close. His muscular arms securing you in his lap as you cried into his chest. His heart ached seeing you like this. So upset, and he could still see the bleeding wounds on you. “Please…” He whispered slowly patting down your hair.
You sniffled hugging him close. All shame you had being this close to him erased. He was your one sense of comfort in this moment. Feeling safe in his embrace. “Nothing…it…it hurts ‘Wari”
He couldn’t deny how his heart fluttered slightly as you called him by a nickname. But not enough to make the sinking feeling in his chest go away as you whimpered in his embrace. This wasn’t the type of whimpering he wanted you to do.
“Shh…it’s okay. I’ll take care of you.” He brought you close, stopping himself from leaving a kiss on your forehead. “Tell me where it hurts okay? Then I’ll fix it.”
You nodded, pointing down at the dripping crimson on your leg. That had smeared against both you and Tonowari’s thighs. “A shell…cut me”
Tonowari squinted his eyes. “Is that right? Just a shell?” Tonowari had his suspicions, but he wouldn’t try and get anything out of you. Not in this state. He did however wish he knew what had happened, but that was just pure curiosity and concern.
“Mhm.” You mumbled out looking aware from his stare. Being so close made you feel bubbly inside. Even if Ao’nung had just burst all of them. It didn’t feel wrong like you thought it would have been.
Tonowari was gentle with his touches. Sliding out from under you so that he could stand above and examine your leg. His soft yet huge hands spread your legs apart as you hissed at the sting of the cut.
If it weren’t for the pain you were in, this compromising position would have you blushing like crazy. However, Tonowari was incredible aware of where he was touching you. How you were laying back on your elbows, head flung back as you hissed in pain.
He couldn’t deny the fact that the more he ‘examined’ the cut it was just so he could trace your inner thighs for a bit longer before he got to carried away. “This is deep pearl, how did you manage such a wound.”
Tonowari was slowly putting medicinal paste on your leg, but you only whimpered at the memory of Ao’nung shoving you to the ground. “I fell” Was all you could muster out.
“Hm, you’re a clumsy little one.” Tonowari said chuckling hiding his suspicion. He could see the bruises on your face, he saw the pained look in your eyes. He wasn’t an idiot.  
Tonowari continued to patch all of the shell cuts on your thighs. His large hands occasionally lingering too long on one spot.
“It is getting late. Should I walk you home?” Tonowari asked. Though he wanted nothing more than to keep you in his hut. He would always offer.
You sat there and pondered. Looking at the large man in front of you. You didn’t want to leave yet. You couldn’t bare being alone as the memories of your prior…confrontation lingered loudly in your mind.
“Do I have to go?” You said softly, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.
Tonowari frowned shaking his head. “Of course you don’t have to pearl.” He whispered sitting in bed next to you. The both of you getting back into the position of you situated comfortably in his lap. “Would you like to lay down?”
“Wanna be here” You’d mumble into his chest. He rumbled and laid back onto the bedhead of his cot and let his hands tilt your face back so he could see you.
You flinched slightly from the previous bruises, but he was so gentle so tender. He noticed you flinch, he kept that in mind. “You can stay here as long as you like.” He whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek.
You melted into his touch, not being able to tear yourself away from his eyes now. You felt his hands start to move. So that his thumb started to play with your bottom lip, moving it slowly along the smooth surface.
Your breath was ridged against his fingers. He couldn’t stop himself. You were so small, so soft in his arms. His other hand wrapped around your waist, squeezing it gently.
“Wari…” You said breathily, hands laying on his chest.
“Yes? What is it?” He was alert. Staring you right in the eyes. Hands still lingering.
“…I want you…” It was a soft confession. One that you had to build up the courage for.
“Me?” He was surprised…was this wrong? What father would he be? But you were so beautiful, so gorgeous in his arms.
“Please.” It was a desperate whisper. Eywa you could cry if you didn’t feel more of him on you. You were desperate and hurting. And he was desperate and nothing but loving.
“Shh…its okay beautiful. I’m here.” It wasn’t long till he let his hands roam on your body, laying you down onto the plush mattress.
“Wari…please” You whimpered out as his hands ghosted your waist. Bringing you closer to him. You didn’t even know what you were begging for. You just needed him.
“I’m here my sweetness…shh its okay.” He peppered kisses down your chest and up your neck. His mind was foggy. He knew he’d regret this in the morning. Or maybe he wouldn’t. He didn’t care right now. He just wanted you to feel good. Needed you to feel good. “Look at me.” He whispered softly.
You looked up to meet his blue eyes as he smiled down at you. Soft kisses left on the bruises on his face. If only he knew he was kissing away the pain that his son inflicted.
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Kinktober Day 27 - Anal "Try Something New"
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Kinktober day 27
Aged!Up!Neteyam x omatikaya!female!reader
Warnings: trying anal for the first time, some foreplay, some cursing, petnames: princess, kitten, babydoll, definitely aftercare, I think that's it
photo credit to the lovely cinetrix
requested by @avatar0101
yawne - beloved
Neteyam wraps his arms around you, watching you work on a herb rub. "Yes ma 'teyam?" You ask him as you stop what you were doing and turned to face him. You noticed his tail swishing back and forth. He had this look on his face like he wanted to ask you something but didn't know how.
"I was wondering if you wanted to try something" He says, a pink tint covering his cheeks. "Sure. what did you have in mind?" You said brushing some of his braids away from his face.
"Anal" He said barely above a whisper.
"I'm sorry I couldn't hear you, what was it?" You said genuinely curious about what he wanted to try. He clears his throat before looking around trying to find something to look at. You gently grabbed his chin and made him look at you as you stood on your tippy toes, giving him a gentle kiss.
He places a hand on your cheek while his other hand rests on your hip, pulling you closer to him. "Tell me what you wanted to try" You whispered softly against his lips before moving away so you could look at him.
Neteyam clears his throat before looking back at you, cheeks flushed and eyes widen. "I w-wanted to try anal" He stuttered out and as soon as he said it, he covered his face in embarrassment. "Hey its okay, don't be embarrassed. I'd like to to try it" You said gently grabbing his hands and moving them away from his face.
"R-Really??" Neteyam says completely shocked from your response. "Yes really. Now come here 'teyam" You tell him seductively as you grab his arm and pull him towards you. His lips crash against yours and you let out a moan from the impact of his body smacking against yours.
He breaks off the kiss and kneels down on the ground, looking up at you waiting for you to do the same. You knelt down in front of him, your tail swishing back and forth in anticipation. His hands trail up your body, stopping at your breast where he caressed them softly.
"Ma yawne please don't tease me" you moan, tilting your head back. "Oh but where's the fun in that kitten?" Neteyam asks and you look down, the site you saw made you weak in the knees. Neteyam was looking at you through his eyelashes, his eyes seeming to glow.
You reached down and untied your loincloth, letting it fall onto the floor as your eyes bore into his. He growls before untying his loincloth and throwing it somewhere in the hut, eyes trained on you. "Kneel on all fours doggy style" He orders and you comply by kneeling on all fours.
"Such a good girl for me huh princess?" He retorts as he spits into his hand and lathers his dick, making it slick. "Are you ready?" Neteyam asks as he rubs your ass lovingly. "Yes 'teyam" You replied turning your head over your shoulder to give him a smile.
Slowly, he inserts his dick inside your hole making sure he wasn't hurting you. You winced a little, the feeling being foreign to you. Once he bottomed out, he stayed still for a few breaths so you can adjust. "Okay you can move now" You tell him and he nods before slowly thrusting back and forth.
After a few thrusts, the uncomfortable feeling turned into pleasure. "Oh my fuck" Neteyam hisses as he grips your hips, trying to not pound into you. "Go faster please please" You begged as you moved your ass back to meet his thrusts.
Neteyam quickens his pace and he rubs your ass before raising his hand and bringing it down, smacking your ass hard. "Ah shit" You whimpered in pleasure as he rubs the spot that he smacked. "Did that hurt babydoll?" He asks, concerned laced in his tone.
"Fuck no! do it again" You moaned as you dropped your head low, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your body. Neteyam grips your hips and pounds into you as he raises his hand and smacks your ass even harder.
"Ah I'm gonna cum" He moans as his thrusts get sloppy. "Me too, I'm so close" You whimper as you felt like your body was numb from pleasure. Both of came at the same time, Neteyam collapsing on top of you as the both of you trying to regain your breathing.
Neteyam slowly pulls out of you and falls onto the mat, his sweaty chest rising up and down rapidly. "How'd that feel?" He asks moving some of your braids out of your face. "That was amazing. I loved it" You said slowly regaining your composure as you fell onto his chest.
"Here, let me rub some lotion on you" He says kissing your forehead before getting up and grabbing a bottle of lotion from the table.
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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pairing: tonowari x omatikaya!fem reader
Summary: After mating with Tonowari, you experience a glimpse of domesticated bliss. Grateful that you’ve chosen a doting mate, you bask in your relationship, despite the insecurities that plague you regarding his old mate, Ronal. After you confess this to him, he decides to show you just how over her he truly is.
— warnings: age gap (21/yo reader) mutual pining, plot, family drama time oops, mentions of insecurity, reader doesn't feel worthy of being tonowari's mate, fluff, smut, dead ronal, bathing ! nsfw content (bc this wouldn't be a sex pollen fic if it was sfw 🙄) nipple sucking, brief mention of tonowari having lactation kink, fingering, orgasm denial, oral sex [f recieving] p in v, mating, breeding kink.
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There is no longer a fire which blazes within you.
You wonder how there ever even was to begin with. Surrounded by water, your flame should have been snuffed out the minute that it was sparked. The cool breeze of the reef should have blown out the flicker before it began to burn wildly.
The irayo flower — a token of your homeland, beautiful with its lavender purple and tulip pink hues — had a side effect so dangerous that it caused a sickly fever to pulsate through the Metkayina leader. A fever that no medicine could cure. A fever, cooled by only your touch and your touch alone.
Inside of you, there is silence. Despite the fact your face no longer burns with heat whenever you gaze at the Metkayina leader, you still drown in desire and want. Tonowari is sleeping, cocooned by his hammock, a peaceful expression clouding his face as his chest rises and falls slowly, soft breaths leaving his mouth.
You wonder if the sea had claimed you before you had claimed it. You knew your sisters and brothers had no trouble adapting — Lo'ak felt more at home here than he had in the tribunal forests of your homeland, and Kiri felt comfortable and in touch with Ewya wherever she went. Neteyam, the mighty warrior, had adapted quickly to the new hunting rituals, bringing home many pounds of fish, and Tuk had impressively learnt in days how to weave items of clothing by using Metkayina flora.
They'd adapted properly, using their labour to find a way to fit in, and though your family would always be outcasts — with your five fingers a contrast to their four, a constant reminder that you are alien — their labour proved their worth. They were accepted.
Though you're smiling at the thought of your brothers and sisters, your heart tugs — how would they react to the news? When your father had hounded you to find a mate, he surely meant someone more... age-appropriate. Your father certainly did not mean that he wanted you to mate with someone whom he often drank Pongu Lumpia with.
Shaking your head, your fingers close around your robe. It's a maroon red, woven by Tuk with flora she'd found in a cave on the reef. It cocoons you into a shield of warmth, hiding you from the cool ocean breeze which rustles throughout Tonowari's marui. The cold air causes him to stir in his sleep, the coolness a sharp contrast to his heated body.
You watch as he grumbles in discontent, his ears twitching in annoyance, your own flittering upwards in anticipation. "Tonowari," you whisper, edging towards the Metkayina leader, your fingers darting over his thighs when you reach his hammock. "The sun is rising. You must wake soon."
"It has not risen, yet. Come to bed, little one. I miss your warmth."
Tonowari's voice is groggy, ridden with sleep, and you hesitate, your fingers lingering on his strong thighs. "We must tell my parents—"
"—We will tell them later. Join me, for now. We will do whatever you wish when the sun has risen."
You pout in disproval, though you listen. The hammock is comfortable, adapting to your weight as you sink inside of it, and you squeak slightly as Tonowari's strong arms wrap around your frame. "You're so warm, little one," he grunts, his voice rumbling in his chest as he speaks, his nose nuzzling against your own. "It must be because of that robe."
Goosebumps flicker up your skin as Tonowari's hand begin to sneak underneath your garment. His fingers make lewd movements, darting from your abdomen up towards your chest, a shiver ghosting up your spine as his thumb flicks over your nipples, which harden as the cool breeze begins to wash over your frame.
"Would you like for me to take it off?" You moan, and it sounds so sweet that Tonowari's cock throbs with need. Your heart hammers in your chest as his deep blue eyes bore into your own, his finger gently begging to roll your nipple between his fingers.
"I do not want you to get cold, little one," Tonowari mumbles, his breath flittering against your chest as he dips his head, his lips peppering gentle kisses against your skin. "Keep it on."
There's a foreign sensation that crackles through you once Tonowari's lips wrap around one of your nipples. As he gently begins to suck, you gasp, your body jolting towards his as an overbearing feeling of electricity pulses through you. It bites at every nerve, making your body throb with electricity.
"Oh." You mewl, your face growing insatiably hot as Tonowari hums against your nipple, your eyes shutting tightly as he purrs against your skin. "This feels—"
"—Good," he finishes your sentence, pulling away from your breasts, a lewd trail of spit following him. Your gaze flickers down towards him, and you wishes you hadn't even bothered looking, because a moan catches in your throat when you see his swollen lips and lust-filled eyes trailing over your body.
Tonowari's tongue wets his lips, before he dips his head to latch his mouth around your nipple again. It's a strange sensation, to say the least. You've never really explored yourself there before — but now you're really wishing you had.
You squirm under Tonowari's touch, and a moan catches in your throat, but you're unsure of whether or not it actually escapes your lips or dies before it gets to do so. His lips wrap around your sensitive nub, careful as his sharp teeth begin to graze softly against the bundle of nerves, and your hands instinctively fall down to his head, your fingers running over his braids as he laps at your nipple.
Tonowari's tongue skilfully swirls around your nipple, and warmth pools in your lower belly as he begins to grow eager, his hands darting down towards your loincloth. "Please," you beg, though you're not exactly sure what you're begging for. Warmth curls at every nerve inside of you as his fingers disappear under your loincloth, your breath still in your chest as you try to anticipate his next move.
“Breathe, little one,” Tonowari utters, his fingers gently brushing over your slits, the sensation making you melt with warmth.
You nod and try to steady your breathing. Tonowari is still and it's driving you crazy — your hips instinctively buck against his fingers, and a breathy whine escapes your mouth. He shoots you an unimpressed look, and you blush. Once your breathing is even, Tonowari continues. Though the soft flickers of his brows are knitted together and his eyes are somewhat narrowed from your eager bucking, his touch is gentle, his wet, warm mouth wrapped around your nipples, his tongue beginning to flicker again.
Every nerve inside of you is lit, blazing and burning wildly. His fingers gently part your sticky folds, electricity crackling up your spine as he sucks at your sensitive nipples, his eyes lulling shut soothingly.”
"You are going to be even more needy for this once you're carrying our child," Tonowari says, his fingers gliding up and down your slits, satisfied with how wet and needy your cunt is. "Is this your first time being pleasured in such a way?"
"I've never touched myself there before," you admit hoarsely, shivering as Tonowari nibbles at your bud in response, the sensation sending butterflies fluttering through your stomach. "Just my — my, uh—"
"—Just your cunt. I know, little one. I saw everything when we committed Tsaheylu."
Your face blazes with embarrassment, but Tonowari does not falter. You swallow thickly, a whine catching in your throat as Tonowari's fingers press into your cunt, the curling of his digits making you jolt. The unexpected intrusion makes you mewl in appreciation, your hands pressing eagerly against the back of his head, encouraging him to keep sucking.
It's all you want. The sensation feels electric, and it makes you drown in heat. The air in the marui is scorching, making it difficult to breathe, but you focus on the rising and falling of your chest, not wanting him to stop again.
"I forget how new you are to all of this," he chuckles lowly, the sensation vibrating against you, making you mewl. Insecurity tugs at your heart, because you are new to this — but your mate seems so delighted. "You're so reactive. Tell me, little one, do you like this?"
Tonowari bites at your nipple, and you gasp, rutting into his hand like you're in heat. The sensation makes tears bubble in your eyes, because it stings to have your sensitive bud pressed between his two, sharp canines, but you're so wet that it doesn't matter, a sultry twinge shooting through you at the lewd action.
"Yes, I like it," you mumble drunkenly, your eyes blown and dark, your body craving him. His fingers curl inside of you appreciatively, a soft squelch echoing around the mauri, and he grins against your chest.
"Mmm. You're going to love it once you're with child," he states lowly, his fingers slowly working at your cunt, scissoring you open. "If you're this sensitive now..."
He trails off, unable to finish his sentence, and you let out a breathy moan. Between the lewd curling of Tonowari's fingers and the feeling of his hot mouth suckling at your chest, you feel yourself growing blind. Heat flashes through your body, an insatiable warmth pooling in your stomach as your thighs begin to tense, locking his hand in place as he fingers your cunt.
It feels so good. Tonowari devours you; his entire presence sending shocks shooting through your body. It's so deliciously wrong to have the Metkayina leader sending you into oblivion with his sharp teeth and gentle mouth, and you gasp as you squelch and squirm and clench down around his fingers, your moans mortifyingly loud.
"I need to — Tonowari, please, I need to —" you plead, your eyes beginning to grow heavy and your body edging towards numbness as his teeth catch your nipple again, rolling his rough tongue against the bud gently.
"Breathe." He says, tone so sharp that it feels like a knife, your body prickling with heat as your orgasm approaches; hard and fast and heavy, weighing your body down as you begin to tremble and shake against him.
Your eyes are closed so tight that you see stars. Tonowari's fingers curl inside of you as you attempt to take a deep breath, and you wail, the feeling so overwhelming and good that you begin to cry. Your chest is heaving — really heaving, and your lungs burn with the urge to breathe but you just can't, and despite Tonowari's reminder earlier, you’ve forgot.
Your body writhes beneath him. You wriggle, pleading for air because each stroke of his fingers and flicker of his tongue makes it impossible to breathe. You can't even think anymore, so dumb from the hot sparks which shroud your body into what you thought to be unattainable bliss that your nerves grow numb.
"Little one, you need to breathe," Tonowari repeats, but your ears are ringing and you can't hear him because his teeth are rolling over your nipples and he's sucking so good and his fingers are curling inside of your cunt so tortuously. You can't hear anything except for your own blood pumping inside of you and the shameful squelching of your cunt, and you hump against his fingers eagerly.
Just when you're on the brink of cumming, just as you suck in air and begin to shake and convulse, he stops.
You begin to gasp for air, writhing against his chest, your eyes tired and heavy as all of his movements stop. Tonowari pulls away from your chest, his look of disapproval burning through you.
"You forgot to breathe," he says accusatory. Your eyes peek over him, and your breath stills in your chest again. Tonowari's eyes are so blown that his irises are being swallowed, leaving just a thin ring of the aqua-blue around the edge.
"I'm sorry. Felt too good," you mumble breathy, your fingers splayed over Tonowari's head, pushing him eagerly towards your chest. "Please?"
He frowns, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I cannot please you if you do not breathe."
"I will breathe, yawne," you utter desperately, beginning to hump at his fingers. "I promise you I will breathe. Please, Tonowari, I need to feel good."
His lips press against your neck. His mouth is warm and wet, and he suckles slightly, a shiver spreading throughout you as he laps at the skin. Tonowari begins to pepper his kisses down towards your chest, leaving gentle bruises in the wake of his lips, and your body instinctively presses against him as his mouth brushes against your nipples.
"You're so good, yawne," you praise, your eyelids growing heavy as his lips reattach to your nipples, hot sparks exploding throughout your body. "So good to me."
You focus on your breathing this time — in, out, in out, in out. Tonowari's fingers curl inside of you again, and it's back to square one. Except, not really. You're so hypersensitive that as his teeth graze against your nipple, teasing and deliberate, you cunt clenches, and Tonowari grunts.
He's so hard that it physically hurts him. The lavender tip of his cock is leaking with pre-cum, but he doesn't even bother to move in an attempt to fist himself free of the shackles of his own desire for an orgasm. Tonowari is so focused on you and what makes you feel good, which just so happens to be anything he does.
You're appreciative of the fact that he's focusing on your pleasure rather than his own. Tonowari explores you, his tongue darting across your skin, goosebumps rising in it's wake, before returning back to your sensitive, swollen nipples.
Your chest feels so tight. Your heart hammers, pounding, and you focus on your breathing, making sure to satisfy Tonowari. You feel his cock, hard and rigid, pressed up against your thighs, as you try to brush against him but it's impossible. You can't move, pinned under his weight, under the feeling of his delicious tongue which swirls skilfully around your nipples and the curling of his fingers.
"I'm going to —"
"Do it."
You whimper, nodding eagerly at his words, dragging your lips between your teeth. It all feels too good, too much, and you begin to convulse. Warmth spreads throughout your abdomen, your cunt growing even slicker as he fingers you, rolling into the spongy spot inside of you with ease.
It feels like a knot is violently unraveling inside of you. Your breathing becomes unsteady, uneven; manic and quick. The knot feels like it's being ripped apart. Snapped and torn and frayed.
You let go of everything. You feel nothing but him. His touch is ecstasy, and you feel divine, holy as you cum.
The rays of the sun blind you as you come undone around him. Twitching, jolting, shaking. You're blazed with pleasure, dumb with need, and Tonowari's ears twitch eagerly, listening to every moan and cry that spews past your lips.
You blink, hazily, your breathing uneven as his fingers pull out of you, his mouth still suckling on your breasts. Tonowari groans, his hands grabbing at your skin, squeezing your hips tightly.
Confusion clouds you as Tonowari’s hips judder against your thighs, a gasp of realisation slipping past your lips as his hard cock pulls away from your plump flesh. He’s came — his own breathing is uneven and steady, and he’s left a painting of sticky cum against your skin. His ears pin tightly against his head, but he doesn’t seem embarassed at all. It’s like this is a totally normal thing for him.
And maybe it is. But it’s not for you. Your eyes are wide in shock, your fingers still as they press against Tonowari’s chest. His face is now inches away from yours, and he has a satisfied, smug grin plastered across his lips.
“Was that good, little one? Did that satisfy you?”
“You came.” You say, bewildered, your hands shaking as they press against his chest, your brows knitted together in confusion. “How — Why did you —“
“Your pleasure is my pleasure, yawne.” Tonowari mumbles, and the term of endearment makes your heart soar. “This is not unusual for me.”
As always, you frown. Tonowari is referring to his previous encounters, with his previous mate. Jealousy pricks at your heart and you can’t help but wonder how you’re going to fill such big shoes. You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the feeling of his fingers pinching you cheek, and you scowl, your tail thrashing behind you.
“You like making me feel good?” You ask timidly, eyes crinkling as the sun blinds you, hiding yourself in Tonowari’s chest.
“It is what I enjoy doing the most. Pleasuring my mate is my greatest pleasure.” Tonowari affirms, shooting you a loving smile before his head turns to the entrance of the mauri, his eyes squinting from the sun. “I wish we could continue, little one, but the sun has risen.”
The sun has risen. You pout, somewhat disappointed that it can’t continue, because your body still feels electric from where he’d been pleasuring you. “It’s time to tell my family about us,” you say breathlessly, and Tonowari grins.
“Yes, it is.”
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The walk back to Tonowari's marui is solemn. Whilst your father had disapproved, at least at first, he'd shrunk into himself once you'd told him that you and Tonowari had committed Tsaheylu, now bound together for life. It's somewhat ironic — Jake Sully cannot criticise you for who you'd chosen your mate to be. Your father had not only stolen your mother from Tsu'tey, a mighty warrior of the Omatikaya, he'd also been actively working against your community and your culture when doing so.
Eventually, your father accepted. Although he almost keeled over in the process, he'd accepted.
Tonowari didn't celebrate the way you thought he would. He just nodded his head and thanked your father for approving, and then turned heel and left.
And you'd followed him.
That's how you've ended up here.
The floor is almost scorching, and you shuffle forwards in discontent. Despite living in Awa'atlu for a few months, you still haven’t quite gotten used to the insatiable heat. You feel sweaty, uncomfortable, and your heart tugs as your mate pulls you towards his marui, your eyes flickering over towards him.
He hadn't even celebrated. Maybe it was because he knew your parents couldn't exactly deny you of him — Ewya had approved of your bond, and he is also Olo'eyktan. This is his clan, and you are his mate.
But... maybe that wasn't the case. And you don't want to think this way, you truly don't, but a little voice is in the back of your head is telling you that he didn't celebrate because he'd been through all of this before. Tonowari, perhaps, didn't celebrate because he had no need to — he'd been mated before, with Ronal, and he'd probably went with her to tell her parents, also. And he'd probably celebrated then, because she was the love of his life and she was supposed to be his mate forever.
You grimace, pushing your doubtful thinking away. You know of Ronal. She was a strict Tshaìk, yet a loving mother. A fierce leader. Her connection with Ewya was strong, and your heart pulls in your chest as Tonowari's fingers intertwine with yours.
There's an ounce of comfort in the small gesture. Safety. Your ears pin backwards and you look away, your eyes fleeting over every grain of sand as an excuse to not look at him.
The reef is booming with life. Children run, and parents chase them. Nobody even looks your way — Tonowari had promised you that they wouldn't. Until your bond is announced, nobody would think that you were both seeing each other, rather just assuming that he was just guiding you somewhere.
When you see the familiar, curvy triangular shape of the marui, your ears prick upwards. You try to stop at the entrance, needy for rest, but Tonowari's strides don't falter, until your hands slip from one another's grasp.
"Why have you stopped, little one?” Tonowari asks, his voice gentle as he eyes you suspiciously.
You hesitate under his pointed gaze, shuffling on your feet. "I thought we were going back home."
"I have something I want to show you," he utters, offering out his hand. "Come on, little one.”
"Where are we going?”
"I will show you. Come on."
You pause, eyes flickering from the marui to your mate, before you begrudgingly accepting his hand. Despite the two of you both being Na'vi, the size difference is overwhelming — Tonowari towers over you by a couple of feet, and his hand is so big that it sheathes the both of yours.
Minutes pass, and there is only silence. There is no conversation shared between the two of you. Tonowari holds your hand proudly, guiding you towards the rocky reefs. The slippery surface of the rocks makes your heart patter in your chest fearfully — you still hadn't quite gotten used to the feeling of slimy seaweed on your feet, and your hesitant steps are proof of that.
"You have not yet adapted," Tonowari chuckles, his grip on you strong as he guides you between two rocks, that stand tall and mighty.
"It's not that easy." You mumble, shivering as cold washes over you as the rocks begin to hide the sun.
He smiles. "You will learn soon, little one."
As your eyes adjust to the loss of sunlight, you can't help the awe that tugs at your heartstrings as you realise where Tonowari has taken you.
In your homeland, there was no such thing as a private, docile place to clean. All of the Omatikaya, including the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk, used a communal lake to bathe. Although the clan leaders were allowed to bathe alone, the others bathed together. There was just simply not enough water in the forest for the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk to have a personal, intimate area to clean and bathe together.
But here — in the reefs — there is nothing but water.
"What is this?" you whisper, your skin crawling with goosebumps as Tonowari presses his lips to your forehead gently.
"What do you think?" Tonowari quips back, watching as your nose crinkles as you breathe in the husky, earthy smell, your eyes scanning over the deep, pear-shaped entrance of the shelter.
There's something so intimate about how Tonowari guides you. His hands are resting on your shoulders, eagerly pushing you towards into the cave, your eyes falling on the downwards curve of the floor, which transcends into a pool of milky, steaming water.
"Is this yours?"
Your mate smiles, his nose nuzzling into your neck, his fingers slipping down towards your loincloth, gently beginning to untie its knot. "It is ours," he states, his face illuminated only by the blue and green bioluminescence moss which laps at the sides of the pool. "I heard from your father that in your homeland, the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk did not have their own private bathing quarters."
"When did you hear that?"
"JakeSully loves to complain when he's intoxicated. Pongu Lumpia makes him even more insufferable than usual," Tonowari grunts, smiling as your loincloth drops to the floor, leaving you bare in front of him. "He feels that as Toruk Makto he is worthy of privacy."
Tonowari's freckles are glowing in the dim light of the cave. “I say that he gave up the title of a mighty warrior when he fled his home.”
You try not to giggle, but it’s really, really hard. Tonowari has always been critical of your father, and his small joke actually allows you to bask in a sense of comfort.
Warmth cocoons you as he ushers you into the pool of milky water, watching as you submerge yourself. The silky hot water is perfect, and your face flushes with a light sheen of sweat and embarrassment as your mate begins to undress himself.
He stands so proud as he shows himself to you. You feel warm and gooey as he traipses into the water, and you try to focus on anything but him. There’s a slight lingering feeling of dread which pulses through you, ruining the slightly intimate moment, because you know deep down that Tonowari had shown Ronal this exact cave before.
The cool, fluorescent algae illuminates the cave, and there's a low, bioluminescence glow shining from beneath the milky substance in the water. It's beautiful in the cave, and pieces of moss glow like stars above you.
Your heart tugs in your chest as Tonowari's hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer towards him in the water. "What is on your mind, little one?" He asks, pressing a soft kiss to your wet temple, his lashes long and damp, soaked from the water. "You have been quiet ever since we left JakeSully’s marui."
The blissful solitude shrouds you, and you let your head hang on his chest, which has a shines turquoise from the water. "Nothing. I'm fine, Tonowari," you mumble, shooting him a gentle smile as he embraces you, his braids sticking to the wet skin of his back.
"You do not seem fine," he grumbles, careful as he picks up some circular moss which resided on the rocks. He squeezes the soft green plush, gentle as he begins to excrement soap from it, rolling it between his fingers. As soapy duds begin to form, he hums, rolling the moss against your skin, using gentle circular motions when he washes you. "Do you wish to tell me what is bothering you, little one?"
Tonowari's interaction with your father keeps replaying inside your head. Everytime it repeats, your heart pulls, cracks in half, and you can't tell if you're being dramatic or emotional or what. Tonowari hadn't reacted, he hadn't celebrated, he hadn't even smiled when he got your father's approval.
Because he'd been through it all before. With Ronal.
As he's washing you, soft in his motions as he rolls the soapy moss against your skin, all you can think about is how he's done this before with someone else. It plagues you. It's like a sickness.
"Yawne, I cannot help if you do not say anything," he says softly, beginning to cup the milky water in his hands, his ears twitching as the water trickles your skin.
“How are you over her?”
“Over who?”
“Ronal.”
Tonowari pauses for a brief second, before continuing to wash the duds off of your skin. Your voices echo around you, bouncing off of the cave walls, and your face flushes when his hands gently begin to massage your shoulders.
“She died a long time ago, little one. I cannot live in solitude and mourn any longer. She is with Ewya now.”
“But you’re supposed to mate for life. You’re — you’re still here. She’s still your mate.”
Tonowari frowns, his motions gentle and circular, his thumbs riding down to your back, focusing on a tight knot between your shoulder blades. “You are my mate.”
The silky hot water mixed with Tonowari’s fluid motions is an incredible soother. You feel like all of your tension is melting away, and despite the self-doubt and insecurity which flitters throughout you, you find yourself relaxing.
“But so is she.” You’re exasperated, confused.
You knew Tonowari had been mated before. You knew all of this before you chose him.
So why now, when you’re in too deep, are you having second thoughts?
“You are my mate.” Tonowari’s voice is soft, fleeting against your ear. “Do you need me to remind you of just how badly I want you, little one?” His breath fans against your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine and your stomach flips at his words.
You shake your head, a gentle gasp slipping past your lips as Tonowari turns you, his grip on your shoulders harsh as he does so. His palm squeezes your skin uncomfortably, and your breath hitches in your throat as his eyes bore into yours, so black and blown that the ring of ocean blue is barely visible.
“No, Tonowari. I don’t need a reminder.” Your voice is hoarse as you speak, wavering slightly as Tonowari’s nose nuzzles against your shoulder. “I know I’m your mate.”
“I do not think that you’re aware of how badly I’ve wanted you, little one.” His fingers dance against your skin, and his arms become submerged by the hot, silky water. Tonowari's hands cup your thighs, his body ushering you to the edge of the pool, and you squeak as you feel mossy rocks press against your back. "Ever since you came to the reef, I have not been able to keep my eyes off of you, and the second you gave me that irayo flower... it was the greatest excuse to get close to you."
"Excuse?" you murmur, breathless as his strong arms sit you against the rocks, his nose rubbing against your inner thighs. "What do you mean, excuse?"
Tonowari's teeth graze against your skin and you whine, your heart pitter-patting in your chest as his rough tongue laps at your skin, leaving dark-coloured bruises in its wake. “It hurt, yawne, more than you’d ever know. And like I told you — I was rutting like a newly mated Na’vi, and the only relief I got was when I would see you, and that is when I knew you were sent to me. From Ewya.”
“Oh,” you breathe, your heart tightening in your chest as Tonowari’s lips press against your cunt. His tongue laps at you eagerly, the rough muscle parting your slits, and a gentle whine slips past your mouth as he does so. Hot, electric sparks shoot up your skin, and your legs jolt slightly as his tongue swirls gently around your clit. “Tonowari.”
“You wonder why I chose you,” he purrs against your cunt, the vibration sending shockwaves through your pussy. “I wonder how you could ever choose me.”
The intimacy of Tonowari between your legs makes your stomach clench. Despite being recently mated, he hasn’t had an incredibly high libido — you haven’t snuck off to rut at every possible chance, rather having an even and steady sex life. But this — the way he’s nuzzling against your cunt, licking and lapping and sucking at the heat sloppily shows something different a
A primal side to him you haven’t seen before.
He's grunting, and you look down for a second, confused as to why he’s making noses. Then you notice his hand, which strokes up and down his cock in a steady motion. Tonowari is pleasuring himself whilst pleasuring you, and you moan, so conflicted to how a man can make you feel so horny.
Tonowari's tongue draws patterns on your clit, and his breathing becomes heavy as he strokes his cock, his eyes lulling as he laps at your cunt. He's so eager to please, kissing your heat softly, listening to every mewl and whine, and your stomach begins to twist, growing insatiable with every roll of his tongue.
And then you feel it — the knot inside of you begins to break, twist apart, fray at the hem. It's so peaceful this time, so satisfactory, and your moans bounce off of the cave walls as you cum, your hands behind Tonowari's head, pushing his face into your cunt needily. You hump against him like you're in heat, the feeling of his rough tongue stroking you through your orgasm making you shake.
"I must show you how much you mean to me, yawne," he comments, his voice shaking slightly as he strokes his uncomfortably hard cock with need. "Can I breed you?"
"Breed me?" You ask, exasperation lacing your tone as Tonowari joins you on the rocks, his strong hands pinning you underneath his body.
"That is what I asked, is it not?" He utters, his body sheathing your view of the bioluminescent moss which litters the top of the cave, shrouding your vision with black. The only light you have comes from the light-blue specks on his face, and a breathy moan leaves your mouth as Tonowari's cock glides through your slits, an unexpected jolt of electricity shooting up your spine.
"I'm just confused as to why you asked. We've done this before."
"I want you to carry my child, little one," he grumbles, a low groan sliding past his plush, sapphire lips as his tip rolls against your clit. "This is not just making the bond. I will be doing this with the intention of you growing plump with life."
You literally can't imagine anything hotter than being swollen and filled with Tonowari's children. You can't speak, the feeling of his tip rolling against your clit sending electric sparks fluttering through your nervous system. "Please," you squeak out, your heart burning with desire as his girthy tip presses against your entrance, your tight cunt beginning to sheathe his lavender tip.
"You are going to look so beautiful when I'm finished with you," Tonowari hisses, his stomach tight as his hips begin to roll into you, even and steady. "So beautiful, carrying our children, whilst practicing to become Tshaìk. I chose well."
Everything feels raw and sensitive. Your cunt clenches down around him, your senses somehow heightened in the dampness of the cave. Steam from the hot pool of milky water begins to evaporate, your skin covered with an aqua blue sheen from the condensation. Pressure pools in your lower belly, your ears twitching with every roll of his hips, your cunt tight when the tip of his cock brushes deliciously against the sensitive spot inside of your cunt.
It feels so liberating, knowing that he wants you. Truly wants you. You're not just a replacement — each needy thrust of his hips tell you that. Tonowari's fingers desperately grab at your queue, and you whine at the uncomfortably tug, but hot white flashes spark through your nerves system when his tendrils connect with yours.
Holy shit. This feels so much better than when he first ever bonded with you, and your legs shake as he stretches you thin. It's so painful but so amazing. His cock is nestled deep inside of your cunt, and you're so slick, so wet, droplets forming on your skin from where the reside of the water is beginning to dry. Tonowari's movements are smooth, easy, and your white ring of arousal paints the bottom of his length, coating his balls, and he groans as he fucks into you, his lavender tip throbbing as you clench around him tighter.
"You're made for me," he breathes out, "I cannot believe you ever doubted my love for you."
Through your connection, you can feel his pain. You can feel everything — the pull of his heart as he thinks about how insecure you'd been, and you scold yourself for ever being so silly. Tonowari, your gorgeous, loving mate intertwines his fingers with yours, and you swear you've never felt so good in your life.
You're intertwined with Tonowari in every way possible. Your cunt pulses around him, throbbing with need, and he groans into your neck, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your shoulder. "Oel ngati kameie," he mumbles, his eyes boring into yours, the black of his pupils so wide and blown you can no longer see any part of his irises. "Yawne, please, talk to me."
"Feels good, Tonowari," you blink, chest heaving as he fucks into you, being careful to focus on your breaths as your body begins to tingle with lust. "Almost ready for you to fill me up."
"Pxasìk," Tonowari curses, his accent thick, drawling in your ear and sending goosebumps exploding on your skin. "I'm ready. You're so — so tight, I can't hold back."
"Earlier all you did was hold back," you tease, moaning as the lewd squelching sounds of your cunt echo around the mossy cave. "Not — not letting me finish because I didn't breathe."
Tonowari is gentle as he slaps your thigh, warningly, a dangerous look painting his face, but it crinkles into something different as you purposefully clench down around him. You're so tight that it's like you're milking him, and you're so wet and warm, it's driving him crazy. "You were being naughty, yawne," he comments, his voice wavering as your eyes begin to flicker shut, your moans hitching in your throat as his hips roll into your sensitive bundle of nerves.
It's the most perfect thing you've ever felt. Neither of you speak as it happens, your orgasm crashing over the both of you in a perfect, delicious wave. You shake, jolt against him, cry out as your vision blackens with white stars, heat exploding through your body, your cunt tightening around him as you feel his seed begin to spurt inside of you. his own cum in you, your walls so tight and wet, the sound of his balls slapping lewdly against your cunt echoing throughout the cave, your moans merging with them to create an orgasmic mixtape.
You're so warm, the steam from the pool mixing with your insatiable heat from being crowded by Tonowari for so long, and he embraces you proudly as you twitch beneath him, your cunt feeling raw and full. He holds you, and his strong presence makes you feel so safe, the feeling of his cum painting your walls making you shiver.
"You are everything to me," he utters, his teeth grazing your neck as his tongue laps at your skin, basking in the slight, salty taste of sea water and sweat. "Please do not doubt that again."
"How can I?" you whisper, grumbling as Tonowari rolls over, positioning you atop of his chest as he lays on the mossy rocks. The blue and green glow from the algae and moss reflect on his face, painting his features, and you smile as you lean down to brush your nose against his, your finger splaying over your belly. "I'm going to have a constant reminder."
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sylwanin-was-right · 1 year
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Payakan's payback was soooo satisfying. Seeing him thrash underwater with anger then being so agile and strategic with the harpoon cable, which ripped off Scoresby's arm. YES YES!!! ARM FOR AN ARM FUCKER!!!
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dortelart · 3 months
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I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her
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luvmist · 1 year
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could i request fem reader x neteyam and cuddles after she’s had a particularly rough day?
I AM NOW (2.1k)
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neteyam x f! reader
CONPENDIUM: after a long day, you seek solace in the arms of your beloved.
WARNINGS: a little angst, ao’nung being a simp
LOLA SAYS: this is my first ever fic so i’d really appreciate any constructive criticism/feedback. i have legit never written in my life so pls bare w me. i hate this but i will do better lol. if y’all don’t see potential tho literally tell me and i’ll stop rn. also pls reblog
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the star of day rose from its tranquil slumber and graced the sky, gradually dissolving the lapis of the metkayina night and generously effusing the village with it’s beams. as the phosphoresce rays illuminated the morning, and the water began to shimmer with lucent diamonds, the reef people began to stir awake from their rest. the lambent incandescence kissing their eyelids and evoking their consciousness.
your eyes open softly with the light, instant disappointment fills your chest. as always, you were dreaming of him. and now you were left craving his warmth next to you. throwing your head back down onto the woven flax floor of the metkayina marui, you closed your eyes. envisioning his face. the sides of your mouth tugging upwards into a warm smile. however, your solace was cut short when the noise of your brother tutean, snoring, thundered through your ear drums. a daily occurrence. typically, a good kick in his direction would shut him up. a tactic you could only indulge in if his preposterous pandemonium awoke you overnight. but alas, it was morning. and village life begins early.
rising to your feet and stretching your arms above your head, you admired the striking atolls stretching out for miles ahead of you. the ring shaped sea wall approximately 30 miles across. the reef was beautiful. it always had been. but again, your moment was interrupted when another rambunctious snort – like growl was emitted from your brothers nose. glaring in his direction, you pick up the closest thing you can find. the closest thing being a rather boisterous seashell your mother had collected weeks ago. and without a second thought the seashell flies through the air and collides straight with your brothers skull.
a groan immediately sounds and a “hey! what was that for?” rolling your eyes you reply “for sounding like a damn ikran in labour. that’s what.” throwing on your necklace and arm band, you venture out of the opening and into the village. suddenly you feel your knees buckle and a slippery sensation under your feet. next thing you know your forehead is met with the thick, stringy floor of the walkway from your marui. it didn’t take long for you to acknowledge the cause of your fall. the walkway was wet. splendid. first you awoke to the earthquake that was your brothers nasal system. and now you’re lying down face first like some invertebrate imbecile. “yn! so sorry! are you alright?” you recognise the voice, ao’nung. the chief’s son. which served as no consolation as he had always been sweet on you, despite your ever obvious uninterest. his strong hand wraps firmly around your upper arm, and you are pulled to your feet. “fine. just peachy.” you reply sharply as you shake his hand from your body. a’onung’s face doesn’t falter, used to your rejection. “that my fault, i was out hunting early with rotxo. the ilu’s were feeling quite playful and splashing around this area.” he offers a smile. you offer a glare. “oh cmon. you can’t really be that mad?” he snickers. suddenly you feel deflated. “honestly, i just have a bad feeling about today.” at your words his eyes suddenly fill with concern, and you realise your mistake. “yn, i-” you don’t let him finish — “no.” “no?” he mirrors. “no” you state again. “don’t do that thing where you try to get all real and emotional ok? not sexy.” now ao’nung is the one rolling his eyes. you push past him, sighing. “and i let myself believe you might finally cut tree boy loose and come have some real fun!” he calls after you. the laugh evident in his voice. “yeah, fat chance” you reply. you had come to dread interactions with ao’nung, but today was pleasant. you convince yourself your gut feeling was wrong. today will be good. if a little sarcastic verbal sparring could lift your mood, surely things were looking up. right?
wrong. to your dismay, your gut was right. your day was one calamity after another. for starters, your lighter mood had been quick to leave you. mere minutes after you and ao’nungs interaction you had been scolded by one of the elders in the village for forgetting to collect and juice 12 utu mauti fruits. a task you had been assigned a week prior and had completely forgotten to do. you spent your afternoon trying to make up for lost time, climbing the mangroves in search for them. during this time, you managed to cut yourself accidentally with your knife. twice. you also managed to forget to bring a basket to collect the fruits in. so you had to make a trip back to your mauri. there, you learned from locals that the reason you had yet to see neteyam was because he had been part of the group of boys that left for early hunting, but unlike ao’nung, he had chosen to stay rather than return after making a decent catch. suddenly and irrationally a pang of hurt fills your chest. he didn’t even say good morning, he always comes to greet me in the mornings. you deflect your emotions. this is stupid, you tell yourself. he probably just didn’t want to wake me. when you returned to the mangrove forest, all of the fruit you had spent hours gathering was gone. it didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. feather tail fish were grazing. great. that earned you another scolding. as punishment, you were assigned to sharpen seaglass, which was a task you accomplished quickly, until a young boy no older than twelve walked sheepishly towards you with a basket. you recognised him as the elder’s grandson. he apologised, and told you he had brought you the wrong seaglass. this time you were not scolded. you were reprimanded ruthlessly.
it was reaching late afternoon, and neteyam felt the water become shallower as he rode his ilu towards the shore. laughing with his friends, and content with the day he had had. it had been a long hunt, but many rewards had been reaped. “bro, i can’t believe you caught a feathertail fish!” yelled rotxo over the sound of the current. “seriously man,” continued lo’ak, “those things are stealthy, and always hiding in between the mangrove roots, how’d you do that?” neteyam smiled, “lucky shot i guess.”
the truth was he had no idea how he’d caught that damn fish. he was focused for the first hour, and then his mind wandered. all he could think of was you. he felt his senses and mind slowly derailing — he had gone a night and almost a full day without seeing you. suddenly his competitive urge from this morning when lo’ak shook him awake telling him the guys had bet he couldn’t catch a bigger keep than them seemed silly. the need to feel your hands on him was becoming insufferably potent. reaching the peer, the dismounted. tugging his ponytail and undoing the bond between him and his ilu and grabbing onto the thick bamboo of the rafters. “hey do you guys mind if i-” neteyam started, “go see your girl, tree boy. i’ll un tack your ilu.” marek, another boy who had been on the hunt, answered. neteyam didn’t need to be told twice.
you lay in your hammock, dejected and alone. why had everything gone so, so wrong today? closing your eyes you tried to shut everything out. the creaking of footsteps can be heard, and the bounce of the woven walkway begins could be felt too. you prayed whoever it was, was not headed this way. until a shadow became apparent on the wall in front of you, reflected from the entrance. your instincts guessed without you having to open your eyes much, “piss off, tut. seriously. i’m not the in mood.”
“what if i wasn’t tut? would you be in the mood then?” your eyes snap open. that was not your brothers voice. turning, you see him. “neteyam” you whisper. “hi angel girl” he smiles, but only for a second. because when he notices your expression, your stricken, yet relieved expression, your ears lying flat against your head and your eyes already welling with tears, there is no longer anything to smile about. before you can process his movements he’s crossed the distance between the opening and your hammock, taken you out of it, and wrapped you in his arms. “what’s wrong.” he demanded. the empathy in his voice was thicker than the hot summer air that filled the room. all you could do was cry. cry because of the day you had, cry because of how much you missed him, cry because of how being buried in his broad chest was a feeling you know would end soon. cry because you couldn’t live in these moments forever. relishing in his touch and being as close as two people can be. “hey, hey, hey” he says taking your face in his hands. you look up at him. “what’s going on?” his gaze is so intense it makes it harder to speak. you won’t tell him. because you can’t. because how could you possibly waste one more second of time when he was finally here? “i just. i don’t. i can’t. i don’t know how to” you say in between sobs. “ok, ok. sh.” he pulls you back into him. and you stay this way for minutes. when your breathing is level, he kisses you. strong. hard. and once. now your hand is in his, or his is in yours, you can’t tell. and he’s walking, and you’re walking. “tey where are we going?” “we’re going to clear your head.” he says.
you could feel sand underneath you. you could hear waves in front of you. you could see stars above you. and most importantly, you could feel, hear and see him. you had spent the last hour venting. and neteyam, listening attentively. after you had released your numerous emotions. he spoke. he told you he was sorry, he told you he was there. and after hearing your fruit story, he had gone to fetch the feather tail he had caught, and quite literally forced you to punch it.
“neteyam, i am not going to punch a dead fish."
“why not? the bastard ruined ate your utu’s”
“neteyam there are thousands of feather tail fish in the sea!”
“yeah, and i’m telling you to punch this one.”
now, lying in his embrace with your head resting on his forearm. your frustrations had long faded. and the boy next to you was to thank. you looked up at him, his mouth still moving as his eyes stayed fixed on the sky. “but seriously, baby, listen. i just. i don’t want this to happen again, ok? if you’re having a rotten day, send one of the boys to come find me. i’ll be back in a heartbeat. crushes me to think i wasn’t here to do anything until late.” his voice becomes softer. “really crushes me.” his hand is in your hair, tracing soft circles on your scalp. “neteyam” you say. as if you had never spoken, he continues “i mean, i know we haven’t been going out for long but there is nothing more important than you, got that? and i don’t wanna hear you bullshit yourself. you’re capable. you’re the most capable person i know. today was an off day but we all have those, i’ll help you gather tomorrow. we’ll do it together. i just wish you could see how special you actually are.” “neteyam” you speak again. “i know you compare yourself to me and i hate that you do that, you’re just as gifted, if not more and-” “neteyam!”
he finally looks at you. and you look at him. you look at each other. before you can speak again his lips are on yours, enchanting your mouth with his tongue. and you kiss him. the kiss is sweet, he’s docile, patient with you. his hands find your waist, and your being encapsulates his. you pull away, panting. and he is looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters. it’s late, and he can’t think, and words don’t seem effective. so he touches you, and you touch him. he brings you close. and let’s his fingers wander up and down your back. your face in his neck, his breath fawning over you. your hands find his here and there, intervals of separation are including so you can trace shapes on his chest, or rub his arm — but they always find their way back to each other. like old flames.
“you ok?” he asks again, the last time.
“i am now.” you say, smiling.
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23victoria · 20 days
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𝙴𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚂𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎
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❥ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚊!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
⚖︎ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷,𝟺𝟶𝟶
✎ 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙹𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚎𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.
☠︎ 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
✍︎ 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘, 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝.
♪ 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌:
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the vast expanse of the sea, Jake Sully stood on the shore, his heart heavy with grief and longing. It had been months since he had lost Neytiri, his beloved mate, during the fierce battle against the RDA and Qudaritch soldiers who had kidnapped their children. The pain of her absence still cut deep, leaving him feeling lost and broken.
After her death, Jake had made the difficult decision to relinquish his title as the leader of the Omaticaya clan. He felt a profound sense of guilt, blaming himself for not being able to protect Neytiri and their children. Consumed by sorrow, he had sought solace by escaping to the coastal region of Metyakina, seeking the embrace of the vast sea and the comfort of solitude.
As he arrived in the Metkayina area, Jake sought out Ronal and Tonowari, sharing with them the tragic events that had unfolded. He implored them for uturu, a place of safety and respite, and after hearing his story, the Metkayina leaders granted his request. While he stood there, still absorbing the weight of his loss, his eyes caught sight of you— a captivating presence, exuding an ethereal aura that seemed to envelop the air around you. You observed Jake and his children with a gentle expression, offering them a sense of warmth and understanding.
Weeks turned into months, and the Sully family struggled to adapt to their new surroundings. Jake was drawn to you, your presence a comforting beacon in his world of pain and uncertainty. His children, having developed a fondness for you, sought solace and guidance in your nurturing nature. You helped them navigate the unfamiliar Metkayina ways, easing their transition and healing their wounded hearts. The wounds of Neytiri's passing slowly began to heal, aided by their connection to Eywa and the spirit tree. The children found solace in speaking to their mother through the sacred bond, finding comfort in her words and guidance.
You were always there, an ever-present figure in their lives, his children adored you and Jake couldn't help but notice the way you effortlessly fit into their family dynamic. Yet, amidst the healing, Jake couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards you. You had become an integral part of their lives, nurturing their growth and aiding them in their transition to the Metyakina way. But Jake held back, haunted by the guilt of potentially betraying Neytiri's memory by moving on.
The children, keen observers of their father's inner turmoil, could sense his affection for you. They had slowly begun to heal from their mother's passing, finding solace in the connection they shared with her through Eywa and the spirit tree. They had spoken to her, pouring out their grief and confusion, finding solace in her ethereal presence. However, Jake couldn't bring himself to visit the spirit tree, his guilt holding him back.
One day, a situation arose that necessitated Jake and your involvement. As you worked together to resolve the issue, a connection sparked between you, a shared understanding that transcended words. Once the situation was resolved, you took a deep breath and turned to him, your eyes filled with compassion.
"Jake," you said softly, your voice carrying a hint of vulnerability, "can we take a walk? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."
He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. But the trust that had been built between you urged him forward. With a nod, he followed you, and together you embarked on another moonlit journey along the shore.
As the waves crashed against the sandy shoreline, you began to gently broach the topic that had been weighing on both of your hearts. You spoke of grief, loss, and the complex journey of healing. With every step, Jake found himself unraveling, opening up about his fears, his guilt, and his unspoken feelings for you.
From that point on, Jake and you began taking nightly walks together, venturing into the depths of the Metkayina territory. The moonlight bathed you in a soft glow as Jake opened up, bit by bit, revealing the raw emotions that had consumed him since Neytiri's death. You listened with empathy, offering guidance and solace as he grappled with the immense loss of his mate, the constant threat of the RDA, and the challenge of finding his place in this new world.
In the nights that followed, your walks continued, but the dynamic between you shifted subtly. There was a newfound tenderness, an undercurrent of unspoken longing that hung in the air. The connection between you deepened, fueled by shared vulnerability and a profound understanding of each other's pain. But still, he hesitated, haunted by the guilt that lingered from Neytiri's passing.
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One evening, as the moon hung high in the Metkayina sky, you both found yourselves standing by the shore, the rhythmic waves echoing the quiet intensity of your unspoken emotions. It was a moment charged with vulnerability, the air thick with the unspoken truth that hung between you.
Jake turned to you, his gaze intense yet vulnerable, and took a deep breath.
"Y/N," he began, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope, "I need to be honest with you. My heart... it's been yearning for you for a long time now. But I've held back, afraid of betraying Neytiri's memory. I've carried the weight of guilt, blaming myself for her death."
Taking a deep breath, you turned to Jake, your eyes filled with a mix of compassion and a growing realization. "Jake," you began, your voice filled with tenderness, "you have carried the weight of the world on your shoulders for far too long. Neytiri would want you to find happiness, to embrace the love that still beats within your heart."
He looked at you, his eyes reflecting the tumult of emotions within. "I can't betray Neytiri's memory," he confessed, the weight of his guilt palpable.
You stepped closer, your hand reaching for his. "Jake, love is not a betrayal. Neytiri wouldn't want you to suffer. She would want you to live, to find joy again."
His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he grappled with the conflicting emotions. "I just... I don't want to forget her."
You nodded, understanding the depth of his pain. "You won't forget her. Neytiri will always be a part of you, but you deserve to be happy. To love and be loved again."
His breath hitched as he gazed into your eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt. But all he found was unwavering love and acceptance. And in that moment, with the crashing waves as witnesses, Jake surrendered to the overwhelming emotions that had consumed him for so long.
With that, he pulled you into a tender embrace, the moonlight casting a gentle glow on the two of you as the waves whispered secrets of healing and renewal. He leaned forward, his trembling lips gently brushing against yours, igniting a fire within both of your souls. It was a bittersweet moment, filled with love, longing, and a tinge of sadness for the love that had been lost. But it was also a promise, a commitment to honor the past while embracing the future.
In that moment, Jake felt a sense of release, a gradual acceptance that he could honor Neytiri's memory without sacrificing his own chance at happiness. He found the strength to visit her. With you by his side, he floated before the sacred tree, tears streaming down his face, blending into the sea, as he spoke to her spirit. He asked for forgiveness, for understanding, and felt a warm light embrace his body, a feeling of reassurance that Neytiri's love would always be with him.
From that night forward, Jake and you embarked on a new chapter of your lives together. His children, sensing the depth of his love for you, welcomed you with open arms, finding solace in the joy that blossomed within their father's heart. Jake knew that he had found not only a new love but a soulmate—a partner who would walk beside him through every triumph and tribulation, as they navigated the challenges of a world torn between harmony and destruction. Together, you would forge a new destiny, carrying Neytiri's spirit in your hearts, honoring her memory with every beat of your love.
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