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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Neteyam letting his human!girlfriend touch his fangs, markings, tail, ponytail, etc
I love fangs so much, they're always cute no matter what character you put them on. I also wanted to add Lo'ak to this, I hope you don't mind Anon.
Pairing: Neteyam, Lo'ak x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, biological/species differences, fangs, teasing, misunderstandings, tail shenanigans, biting, purring, cuddles
A/N: I am working on a fic as well but I don't know for which character I'll finish it first. I have a fluffy one with Lo'ak, one with Neteyam and one smutty fic with Quaritch.
NETEYAM
He is a tiny bit hesitant when you ask if you can touch his fangs, you've seen how strong his bite can be
Well as long as you're being careful there's no real harm to it
It feels odd for him to have your thumbs press against them, at the same time your hands are cupping his face, you're getting closer out of curiosity
He can't help but want to kiss you yet he doesn't, instead choosing to focus on something behind you
His tail is what gives him away, it's lightly swaying and tapping the grass behind him as he sits in front of you
When you chuckle he rolls his eyes and moves his hand away, a smile on his lips quickly forms and turns into a gasp when you start to trail your fingers above his markings
He stands completely still as you do so, not even turning around, the only sounds being the forest, his breathing and the little rumblings from his chest
It all changes when you move your closed hand down his ponytail
Neteyam yelps and jumps away, his hands going to close around the base, his mouth open and eyes wide
He was deeply flustered, even more when he realized that since you are a human you probably don't know all the implications of his ponytail and how important of a body part it is for the Na'vi
As he explained it to you he watched your face go from confused to being hidden behind your hands in embarrassment, which lead him to the conclusion that the awkward biology lesson was well worth both his and yours flustered reactions
LO'AK
Lo'ak was overjoyed that you wanted to know more about his nature and biology
He's already very familiar with yours due to having friends, and of course his dad who was a former, human
When he bared his fangs to you and you dragged your fingers against them he playfully bit your fingers
You didn't pull away, you knew he wouldn't hurt you
As you studied his fangs you felt his tail brushing against your hip and lower back before you found yourself pulled against him, the two of you send toppling onto the grass
Lo'ak laughed as you smacked your hands against his chest, only pausing to laugh back when you sat up and looked down at him
His chest rumbled and his eyes closed as you pressed your hands against his chest and up his shoulder, then down his arms, following every line on him until you got to his hands
He loved holding your hands, it made him feel less... different, made him feel like he belonged with you, that you belonged with him, one day part of his family
As you lowered your head to his chest you could better feel the deep rumbles coming from him, feel his arms around you, protective and strong, his tail falling over your lower back, enveloping you
It didn't matter what differences you had, the love you shared for each other was the same
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theobsessedbrunet · 1 year
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Every morning
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Pairings: Neteyam x Y/n, Fluff
 Every morning you would walk past their little home and wave at the family in it. You would smile sweetly at every one of them, wave your hand and continue to go on your day. It was a mere act of kindness to the new family that worked so hard to adjust to a new way of living.
 Of course you didn't mind starting your day with a bit of eye candy. The oldest child of the family was something new to you. He was interesting and exotic. He was something new to you. You couldn't get enought of those alert yellow eyes that caused a chill to run down your spine every time he laid them on you. It was addicting.
 Neteyam loved seeing you walk past their little home every morning. It was his favorite part of the day since he didn't get to see you much because of his learning to adapt to the new clan and culture. You would strut past their home and he would eat you right up with his gaze. The first time he saw you, he thought it was Eywa herself.
Once again the sun was slowly rising behind the horizon. You arrived at the familiar home and smiled at the family in it. Neteyam perked right up when he heard your footsteps. He returned your smile and watched you as you continued your way. This time Neteyam walked to the entrance of their home, leaned with one hand to the structure. A sigh escaped out of him as he watched your attractive frame slip farther away from him.
 Lo'ak pushed his brother's shoulder, smirking teasingly. "You really got a crush on this Metkayina? She's like better, stronger and probably a better fighter than you!"
 Neteyam leaned back and placed his hand on his brother's neck as he leaned closer to him. "Exactly! What a woman!"
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torukmaktoskxawng · 16 days
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Sleeping Beauty - Lo'ak & Neteyam
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Part of the Sleeping Beauty Series (all stand-alone)
Pairing: Lo'ak/Fem!Avatar Reader, Neteyam/Fem!Avatar Reader
Word Count: 3k+
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, minors dni, aged-up characters, somnophilia, mate bites, spitting, cussing, unprotected p in v (wrap it, skxawngs), orgasm denial, jacking off, praise, dirty talk, nipple play, squirting, edging, surprise threesome (but they're only into you, not each other), mentions of creampie, cumming on external places, after care, creative use of Na'vi words to avoid saying Y/n, etc.
A/n: Adult Lo'ak & Neteyam done by the one and only @cinetrix2 💕
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It was a long day for the both of you, with Lo'ak coming back from a tedious hunt while you were out-- essentially running a bunch of errands for Max with a grocery list of plant samples he wanted you to go find. You hadn't had any time to stop and see Lo'ak as it was running late and Max needed help labeling and taking stock of said samples. Unable to properly fit in the lab in your avatar, you decide to lay her down for the night in your marui and break the connection, opening your eyes to find yourself in your human form, lying on your back in a soft-glowing link bay.  
You eagerly got to work on the samples alongside Max, hoping to get it all done before the day got too late. Day quickly turned to night and you heard the Omatikaya going about their evening outside the lab, preparing and then partaking in their communal feast. It disheartened you to know that you already missed dinner with Lo'ak, knowing that by the time you were finally done with your work, he'd likely be so tired and cuddling your unconscious avatar form. Normally, you don't sleep in your avatar, no matter how much Lo'ak begs you. It's easier to refuse him when he's away from the clan and you have the marui to yourself, but other times, well, he's very persuasive. But Max and even Norm have warned you time and time again that you shouldn't make that a habit and it's required of you to return to your human body at night, or else it'll eventually be just a husk-- a shell of your former self. So far, you've been pretty stern with Lo'ak about this and only gave into him a few very rare times, which usually start with him wanting to take you somewhere private at night so the two of you could be alone. Usually, that then leads to several rounds of orgasms that make you too tired, and oh no, suddenly you can't break your link and you're forced to sleep soundly on Lo'ak's chest. What a shame.
Sleeping beside him, especially in your avatar, is like a reward of its own, and it's so comforting. Sleeping beside him as a human is nice, sure, but with your avatar, you don't have glass obstructing your view or any kisses Lo'ak might want to sneak you. Tonight, after not seeing him all day, was something you really needed.
As much as you knew that linking for long periods of time could be harmful to your human body, you really wanted to be able to sleep alongside your mate tonight. So, with quick feet, you return to your link bay and lie down, barely letting the lid close over you before closing your eyes and forcing your mind to relax. The link connected successfully, and you were whisked away to your avatar, led by a light at the end of that familiar tunnel. 
Waking up was slow, your avatar's eyes too heavy to open just yet, but a different sensation you were unfamiliar with waking up was happening between your legs. A brutal force that was slowly going faster, shoving its way into your gummy, and surprisingly wet pussy, feeling your thighs sticky with clear liquid. Your ears finally hear through the thick fog of your mind, catching the sounds of grunts, in sync with the loud sound of skin slapping together. One brutal push had your body moving up the mat an inch, and it felt as though it pierced the roof of your cervix, causing a quiet whimper to leave your lips. Now you are finally aware of a hot, growing coil, tightening at the bottom of your stomach, threatening to snap at any moment. There was no build-up or foreplay involved for you, just immediately waking to your orgasm ready to flood your entire system.
You gasp as the coil snaps and you leak around the thick cock shoving its way inside of you, some of your juices even splashing on both yours and the abdomen nestled between your legs every time they thrust in and out, prolonging your climax and making your thighs shake around what you assumed was hips. Still bullying their way into your body even as your orgasm finally cools down, you're more aware of how hard and twitchy the cock inside you felt, hitting your sweet spot each time and punching a gasp from your lungs with each thrust.
Finally opening your eyes, you look around and find your mate sitting off to the side, leaning against the foundation of your shared marui while his fist slowly runs up and down his hard, leaking dick, the tip tinged a dull purple color, indicating oversensitivity. Your lips are dry as you try to form words, "Lo... Lo'ak?"
"Hey, mamas," he grins wolfishly, his hand's pace on his cock remaining the same speed as he casually spoke to you, "I hope you don't mind, but I thought Neteyam could spend the night."
Between your orgasm and your sleepy mind, everything was still foggy, and it took a moment before you finally processed his words. Something clicked inside your head when you finally registered that Lo'ak wasn't the one who made you cum, sitting much too far away. Lo'ak wasn't the one currently shoving his way inside your body like he wanted to permanently blend your bodies together into one being. When you turn your head to look up at whoever is currently above you, rearranging your guts, you're met with none other than your mate's older brother. And despite the sweat and crease on his brow, Neteyam has a brash smile etched on his lips when your eyes meet.
"Kaltxì," he huffs out, the word rushed and followed by a rough grunt that escapes his mouth when his hips press flush against yours, your wet walls still occasionally pulsing around his cock in a welcoming embrace, making him dizzy with euphoria.
Your head was spiraling with so many questions, unable to voice them as Neteyam fucks you dumb, too cock drunk to form the words. Over the past year, you would periodically wake in your avatar form, sore and leaking with whatever mess Lo'ak left in between your legs, and when you eventually confront him about it, you both came to the agreement that he's more than welcome to use your avatar for whatever pleasure he has while you're not linked to it... just as long as he makes it up to you later on. You want a little bit of fun of your own, after all.
Lo'ak shuffles closer to you, his cock forgotten for the moment as he reaches you and plants quick and warm kisses all over your face before moving to whisper in your ear, "I wanted to show him all the... advantages of having a dreamwalker as my mate."
Even with Lo'ak's words currently distracting you, you couldn't ignore the way your body slowly began to grow warm and tight again, Neteyam angling his hips and hitting your sweet spot each time so that you were ready for another climax. You gasp at the sensation, reaching up to hang onto something, which ends up being the back of Lo'ak's neck.
Your mate grins before kissing your ear, "I'm so proud of you, mamas. You managed to take my cock before taking Neteyam's and waking up."
That explains why your body felt so sore and sticky, feeling more full than you would imagine with just Neteyam inside you. It felt as though you had run a marathon, but there were no physical signs of Lo'ak on your body until your free hand reached up and grazed his bite scar on your neck. There's a fresh bruise forming over the mate mark, confirming Lo'ak's lewd words.
Neteyam groaned and plunged deep and frantic into you when he watched the dawning realization cross your features. You make an identical sound, the thought of the older Sully brother currently fucking both his cock and Lo'ak's seed further into your womb sending you into a frenzy of soft moans, throwing your head back and arching up into Neteyam's thrusts.
"Great Mother," Neteyam hissed, "She just gripped me tighter."
"Aw, do you like that, baby?" Lo'ak purs into your ear, his lips grazing the shell of it, making it twitch, "Do you like it when I use your holes while you're unconscious? Or do you like it when I invite someone over to use your body without your knowledge?"
You groan loudly as your answer, and the sound spurs Neteyam to reach down and lightly pinch your already abused clit to the same rhythm of his thrusts. Lo'ak moves one of his hands to fondle one of your exposed breasts, and you faintly note that you are completely naked, remembering you had fallen asleep wearing a worn-out RDA shirt meant for avatars. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that same shirt torn to pieces on the floor a few feet from your head.
Lo'ak pinches your nipple, watching it harden before moving to the other one to do the same thing. It leaves you moaning and writhing, practically impaling yourself on Neteyam's cock, your hips rising to meet his own thrusts, much to his delight. His tail unconsciously curls around your thigh, coiling tighter and tighter with each sound you make. Meanwhile, Lo'ak's tail had found your ankle and used it to keep you spread for his brother while he took one of your nipples in his mouth and the other in his hand, switching once or twice to lather both of your hardened buds in his saliva.
"Lo'ak, please..." you whine, feeling your body begin to tighten with anticipation. Neteyam felt light-headed with how hard you were gripping his length. He can barely even pull out you were so tight, holding his cock captive in your dark, wet cavern.
"What is it, mamas?" Lo'ak asks innocently, though one look at his grinning smile, and you know it was just a facade.
"N-Need to cum," you stammer.
"Hm," his yellow eyes twinkle with mischief, leaning down to mutter his reply into your lips, "That's not up to me, baby. Neteyam is taking your pleasure right now. Only he gets to decide if you cum again or not."
He takes advantage of your mouth opening in shock, spitting on your tongue, forcing you to inhale a soft gasp of surprise. His eyes dart back up to meet yours and you can't help the moan that escapes you at the heat you see in his gaze. Lo'ak leans down to kiss your lips in a dirty, sensual display of affection, exploring your mouth with his tongue while purring into your lips, your body proven affected by his actions as you unexpectedly slam your hips against Neteyam's.
The older brother's hand quickly grabs a hold of your waist to stop your movements, spewing out a song of Na'vi curses as he suddenly stops thrusting. He huffs and wheezes, any more movement from you would've led to him cumming too fast, let alone inside your pussy, which wasn't on his agenda, no matter how tempting it was. As pussy drunk as he was in this moment, he still had some sliver of respect for his brother and his wishes. Neteyam could fuck you as much as he wanted tonight, but he wasn't allowed to finish inside you.
"Stay still, yawne," Neteyam whispers breathlessly, trying to think of unpleasant things to keep himself from cumming. A small burst of confidence takes over as a smirk begins to play on his lips as his fingers slow down over your clit, "Or you won't get to cum at all."
He looks down at you, though it was hard to see your eyes with Lo'ak in the way, making out with you as your lips make vulgar sounds as they slide together, strings of saliva connecting you to your mate every time the need for air takes over. Neteyam forces himself to look away, the sight of your kiss-bitten lips, so swollen and wet, made his cock twitch inside of you.
Lo'ak gasps quietly for air before leaning down to kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear, "Go on, baby. I want you to. You can beg for my brother, it's okay... We used to share a lot of things growing up. This is hardly any different. So go ahead. Beg for Neteyam to let you cum. I don't mind."
You whimper as you feel Lo'ak's hot breath fan over the side of your neck, squeezing your eyes shut as your thighs clench around Neteyam's waist. With your mate's permission, you don't waste time opening your mouth and shamelessly begging, "Please, Neteyam. Please make me cum! Oh, fuck--"
The whine that escapes you will haunt you later with a less foggy head, but it's the only thing you could do in protest when you feel Neteyam completely slide out of your pussy, tip and all. He waits until you finally open your pretty eyes to look up at him, then he smiles.
"There you are. Keep your eyes on me, yawne, and I'll let you cum."
You nod obediently, parting your lips to moan as Neteyam gently smacks his tip over your clit and then easily slips between your wet folds. It's so hard to keep your eyes open when his cock slowly and painstakingly slides into you, shoving the tip deep inside until he's sure he's pressing against your sweet spot, then pulls out and repeats the same motion, as slowly as before.
Lo'ak moves out of your space and sits back on his feet, taking his aching cock back in hand and jerking off to the same motions Neteyam makes when entering your pussy, the younger Sully biting his lip when the motion only relieved a small bit of the torture he put himself through by trying to cum again after already doing so inside you. Lo'ak watches your face as you're brought back over the edge of ecstasy, eyelashes fluttering, cheeks flushing, and swollen mouth open agape. You keep your eyes on Neteyam, but you can see Lo'ak just in the corner of your peripheral and you know what he's doing. Without warning, you reach a hand out to wrap around Lo'ak's cock and his hips jolt as if he'd been shocked.
"Shit-!" Lo'ak gasped as you continued to pump his dick, up and down at the same pace as Neteyam's thrusts. Your mate moans loudly, thrusting into your hand to try and urge you to go faster, "That's it, baby... don't stop."
You obey, even going a little faster and smiling between moans when Lo'ak starts to whimper, just the way you like him, knowing he was close. His whimpers are quickly forgotten, even if only for a moment, when Neteyam starts to thrust harder, forcing your eyes to roll back as you feel your body burning up from the inside out, the coil unbearably tight as your toes curl.
Neteyam's hips stop, flush against yours as he growls, "Eyes."
Your gaze immediately snaps back to him, and he chuckles under his breath, "Good girl."
His fingers move side to side against your clit, then in circles. He repeats this pattern when he noticed the way your pussy clenches around his cock, a deep growl vibrating from the back of his throat at the sensation. He can't keep edging himself like this or else he'll really lose control and then he won't pull out, no matter how much he knows he has to. So, he decides not to torture you for long as he finally nods.
"Now, yawne. You can cum."
Lo'ak whines at the feel of your hand squeezing him a little tighter, his precum leaking down your knuckles, "That's it, baby, you heard him. Cum for us, mamas, that's it. Cum on Neteyam's cock. Show him what you can do."
A long series of moans and soft screams tumble from your mouth as you throw your head back and chase after your high. Slamming your hips down on Neteyam's cock and using him, you make sure he hits your sweet spot every time before your coil snaps and your liquid spews everywhere, your whole body twitching as your juices leak out from around Neteyam's cock and splashes over his abs and bioluminescent freckles, slowly dripping down his delicious blue skin.
You're still cumming when Lo'ak follows suit, gently batting your hand away so he could take his cock in hand and finish over your tits, moaning and whimpering unapologetically as his cum splatters over your chest, pearly white droplets sliding over your nipples and down the curves of your breasts. Lo'ak gasps and groans at the sight, so whiny and desperate, continuously fisting his cock and painfully holding the tip so he squeezes out every last drop onto your tits.
Neteyam's less vocal than his brother, but you still manage to catch his climax as well, feeling not one but two different spurts of cum on your body, mixed with Lo'ak's loud whines and a soft growl you were less familiar with. As you're coming down from your high, you peer down between your legs to see Neteyam gripping tightly onto his cock, slowly softening beneath his fingertips as long strings of his seed dance and paint over your stomach, collecting in your belly button. Looking up, Neteyam's face is an absolute wreck, flushed in a darker shade of color, the color of his eyes now reverting to small, tiny rings, shrouded with lust. He's clenching his teeth, keeping himself quiet, much to your disappointment, but you don't complain since he has yet to stop circling your clit, drawing out the last of your orgasm until it becomes too sensitive. Once you whine in discomfort, he immediately stops his movements. 
The marui is filled with huffing and panting, all three of you clawing for air as your bodies cool down, turning into jello and unable to properly form words yet. You have to lick your lips as they've dried, but Lo'ak takes it a step further and kisses you, slowly, passionately, and less desperate. While kissing Lo'ak you feel Neteyam's hands in the crook of your knees, untangling them from around his waist and setting them on the floor while his body heat vanishes from your skin. You're about to whine into Lo'ak's mouth in protest when a warm, wet cloth meets your raw and fluttering pussy, gently cleaning you of any fluids before moving onto your stomach and breasts. You don't miss the way Neteyam kisses both of your knees as he works at cleaning you up, making your tail bat gently against the ground. Lo'ak softly groans into your lips before pulling away, his smile lopsided and boyish before he kisses your nose.
"You did so good for us, mamas. You've never woken up when I'm in the middle of fucking you before. Neteyam must feel awfully lucky."
Both you and Neteyam hum in response, but otherwise say nothing as your lust gives way to exhaustion. Lo'ak lays down beside you and wraps you in his arms, pressing your back against his front and kissing the base of your kuru, smiling to himself when your tail gently slaps his hip. Neteyam sighs and lays down on the other side of you, the two of you facing each other but at a more respectable distance, even though you both wish for him to move closer. You settle by holding his hand in yours while relaxing into Lo'ak's embrace, smiling to yourself over what just happened as you close your eyes to sleep.
While it's true that you've never connected to your avatar when Lo'ak was in the middle of using you, after tonight, you definitely need to be able to time this better for next time. 
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neteyamslovrr · 1 year
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hellooo! i absolutely love your writing, you’re very talented! i was wondering if you could write a aonung x fem!metkayina!reader for me where y/n makes a gift for aonung out of random little trinkets but gets super embarrassed so she quickly lays it on the ground next to him and runs off. idk it just sounds adorable to me! if you can’t do that or can think of a better way to write it than i’m explaining, that’s fine! <333
A Necklace
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summary: Y/N is not a well-known member of the Metkayina, yet she yearns for the Olo’eyktan’s son Ao’nung, so she makes him a gift to show her affection towards the boy
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You grew up hearing the story about how your mother courted your father. It was a warm day and your mother had worked for weeks assembling a seashell embellished headpiece for him to wear. Your mother gave it to your father as she confessed her feelings, and your father has yet to remove the headpiece from his body.
You couldn’t help but think of a certain boy when your mother repeats the story to you. Ao’nung. The clan leader’s son. His hair was tied perfectly into a bun, letting his curls out on display, his arms were wide and the way he smiled made your heart flutter.
You talked to him occasionally as you were friends with Tsireya. It was short-lived conversations as you could never keep them going due to the feeling of butterflies in your stomach making you so nervous you felt as if you might throw up.
Whenever he looked at you his eyes shimmered in the sunlight and his skin softly glowed. You were convinced he was the most beautiful man in Pandora. You had to tell him your feelings. Whether he accepted them or not, you had to tell him so the butterflies in your stomach could flourish or they could return back to cocoons and be hidden again.
Going on your daily walk you spotted a beautiful seashell that the tide had only just brought in. It was small maybe the size of your fingertip, shaped in a delicate spiral, it was painted a sage green colour with subtle hints of white striped across it. Picking it up carefully you inspected it. It was really quite beautiful.
The idea hit you like a strong wave. You were going to make Ao’nung a necklace, confess your feelings and pray to Eywa he is kind to your heart. A rush of motivation flowing through your veins, you began to pick up little seashells and rocks you found across the beachfront.
Tsireya spotted you down by the beach and ran towards you. “What are you up to?” She inquired at you. Surprised you took the shells and other things you have found and hid them behind your back.
“Nothing!” You smiled mischievously. You were a terrible liar and Tsireya knew that. She rolled her eyes and quickly span you around seeing the shells.
“Why are you hiding shells? Are they magical?” She joked looking into your tightly shut palm.
“You have to keep this secret, okay?.” You said to her in a hush tone. Tsireya looked at you waiting with anticipation for you to say your secret. “I like Ao’nung and want to make him a gift.”
Tsireya’s lips grew into a smile that soon let out a loud giggle. “Y/N everyone knows you like my brother! You are so obvious with your affections towards him. You’re anything but subtle.” You felt as if your heart dropped to your toes letting out a grumble of embarrassment.
“Shut up about my subtly and never ever let Ao’nung know about this gift, I beg you.” Tsireya nodded patting your shoulder.
“I’d never tell him that. I’m your friend not just his sister.” You thanked her before scurrying off back to your home. Laying down all of the shells on your floor you organised it into a repeating pattern. In the middle was a large white shell that had green designs on the inside of it. On each side you put the small spiral shells you first found. Then finally you found some small beads your mother had made out of clay. Using some string you tied it together and prayed that Ao’nung would accept the gift along with your feelings.
Mustering up at least a tiny bit of courage you walked towards were Ao’nung usually spent his afternoons alone. You’d noticed his habit of sitting on the beach just as the sun began to fall a couple of years before and you always saw him sitting peaceful, letting the oceans breeze calm him.
You walked so that you were a couple of meters behind him and watched him in all his glory. Maybe this is why everyone knew you loved him, you really weren’t subtle on where your gaze was fixated. Seeing him so calm and close to dozing to sleep you walked towards him silently laying the necklace beside him praying he wouldn’t notice you. You slowly backed away from him.
You were sure you gift had been delivered successfully until you stepped on a inconveniently loud twig, snapping it in half. “Shit!” you muttered to yourself seeing Ao’nung startled. “Fuck fuck fuck” you grumbled to yourself trying to walk fast back to the village.
Ao’nung turned to his left to see a beautiful necklace laid out beside him. He noticed the way the shells had been specifically placed and the way the necklace was lightly tied at the end so someone could easily undo it. Looking around he noticed your fast moving figure.
“Y/N!” he shouted. You halted in your tracks cursing yourself and that stupid stick. You waved while slowly waking towards him. It suddenly clicked to him, you made him this necklace. Wait, you made him that necklace. The fact you thought of him enough to do this made his heart flutter, along with the fact he longed for you since the moment he first met you. He smiled up at you. “Did you make this?” He said carefully picking up the necklace as he got himself off the ground.
You nodded at him looking down. Must Eywa punish you so much. This was so embarrassing. You were going to burn that stick in a flame full of fury after Ao’nung rejects you. “I made it for you.” You stated to him feeling as if your stomach resided in your pelvis.
“It is beautiful, thankyou Y/N.” He said looking at it. Your eyes perked up looking up to him smiling to himself. “Help me put it on.” He demanded  opening the knot and handing the two side of the necklace to you.
Turning so his back faced you, he crouched slightly. Your arms looped around his neck and carefully tied the necklace together, the shells making quiet clicking noises as they hit his skin.
“There you go.” You smiled up at him, was he really accepting your gift, this must be a dream. “I thought of you when looking at the shells, as they’re so beautiful.” Ao’nung felt like his cheeks were on fire. His heartbeat fast, you thought he was beautiful?
“I do agree, these shells are beautiful. But Y/N nothing could amount to your beauty.” He spoke softly. Inside your heart was ready to take off and burst through your ribs. This must all be fake. It had to be a dream
You blushed covering your face in embarrassment as Ao’nung chuckled at your reaction and grabbed your hands gently to reveal your huge smile. Oh, he could never get tired of that face.
Looking up at his smug face your body filled with courage as you hopped onto your tippy toes to leave a soft peck on Ao’nung cheek. Before he could react, you had run off in embarrassment ready to debrief everything to Tsireya.
“What a weirdo.” He chuckled to himself putting his finger on where your kiss had left tingles on his cheek and left his heartbeat fast as he touched the handpicked shells on his necklace
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authors note: thankq sm for requesting! i hope you liked it
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greenlyren12 · 1 year
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Waytelem
Neteyam x Reader
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Summary: Tradition with Neteyam
A/N:
"Individuals create a songcord that is used as a tactile representation of their own personal or family. Na'vi create their own song cords and expand on them continuously, adding a new item to the cord for any significant life event that occurs."
"Traditionally, once a Na'vi male has passed the tests on the path to manhood and has been accepted into the clan as an adult, he is not only allowed to make his bow from the wood of the Hometree, but he is also expected to choose his woman."
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Two blue feet glued to the wooden branch below you, focused on keeping balance, you strolled ahead under the shadow of greenery. Rays of sunshine pooled beneath you, serenity chirping around, causing your ears to flutter. 
Stopping at almost every step, you lovingly caressed the manifestations of the Great Mother. From sensitive to the touch, peach colored mushrooms to hanging azure vines. Every breath you took was synchronized with the forest. 
Happiness was simple. 
As all things seemed in tune, a particularly annoying tail kept disturbing your peace. Finding the joy in tickling your nose and poking whichever eye it chose. Having enough of it, you swiftly seized it between your grasp and tugged on it.
“Neteyam, you säsrätx!”
The boy fastened his pace and collected his tail back with a toothy smile.
“Ikniyama is close, this should not even phase you.” The young na’vi snickered.
“That was your last breath, skxawng.” You evilly laughed and began to chase him, pinching the back of his legs whenever you could. 
Both of you quickly climbed up the trunk of a particularly large tree. Ascending to a naturally formed platform, secluded from the eye. Neteyam was first to sit down, carefully putting his bow and arrows beside him. 
You followed, going by his side, slapping his cheek with your tail. Proudly sitting down with your legs crossed, you expected a reaction - and none was received. Instead, he remained seated in front of you, a smug smile painting the lower half of his face. Not even looking at you, he busied himself with detaching his songcord from his waist cloths. 
You mirrored his actions, getting yours out.
“You know, this is unacceptable behavior from the future Olo’уektan.” An emotionless statement from you, which purpose was to get under his skin. 
Finally meeting your gaze, Neteyam laid his songcord on the ground.
“And this is the behavior expected from a child.” He said with a smile. 
The boy did not mean for it to hurt, but it did. By the clan’s way he was an adult, having completed the rite of passage. And you - half a year younger and still a kid. Being born again, it scared you. The uncertainty never left your weary shoulders. But it was close, you could do it. Conclude it and become a functioning member of the clan.
Neteyam’s soft nature immediately noted your silence. 
“You know I did not mean it.” The boy worryingly said while reaching out to caress your hand. 
Meeting his copper eyes, you let your face fall down.
“I will wait for you.”  He matter of factly reassured your downcast frame.
I will wait for you, he said, of its true meaning you pondered.
Would he wait for you? 
Both of your lives were intertwined from small children, you had always known him. Seeing him grow from Neteyam the Mighty Fisherman to Neteyam the Fierce Warrior. The youthful adoration was now a clumsy teenage love, but none of you dared to say a word. Ever since you could remember you had always done everything together. it was natural, you just always lingered by his side and he by yours. it was funny actually, right now was one of those moments. 
it was a tradition to weave your songcords together, if you had a closer look at them you would see they were almost identical. 
His last words had your cheeks become a deep shade of purple now, ears back, you squeezed his hand.
“Do not speak of such things, Nete.” Your tone low from embarrassment. 
His hand from yours went up to your nose to flick it so you could look him in the eye, missing your usual demeanor. 
“Whatever you wish, yawne.” The young na’vi went back to fiddling with his songcord. 
“Neteyam!”
You spent the next hour twining a fragment of an ikran’s tooth between the string. From when Neteyam claimed his own ikran and as it was your first time climbing the Hallelujah mountains. 
With Neteyam’s help you crushed it to smaller bits, so it could be easily woven into the cord. 
The time shared together was mostly spent in singing personal songs, only for your closest to hear. It served as an escape from the daily chores of life, hidden from parents and siblings. 
“I think i’m done.” Neteyam broke the silence first. 
You grabbed his hand and pulled for closer inspection, catching the boy by surprise. It was now your turn to make him nervous. 
A shy expression and a tight line forming on his mouth, he intently looked and waited for an answer.  
“It’s beautiful, Nete.” You flashed a toothy grin, fangs poking out. 
“Thank you.” His expression made your stomach turn, this boy would be the death of you. 
Neteyam retracted his palm and pulled out petals from a sun lily. His hand unsurely remained in front of him, scared to proceed. You curiously gazed at the boy, irises enlarging and tail nervously swatting. 
“Come closer.” He sweetly commanded, closing the space between you. 
For the first time ever, you silently obliged, standing on your four limbs, you waited. Something was different this time, the air was heavy, you dared not ruin it.
Neteyam carefully put the flower petals behind your ear, making your breath hitch. He pulled back, remaining a few inches from your face, noses almost touching. None of you moved, intently looking into the other’s eyes. You could see the light reflecting in his tawny orbs. 
He was beautiful.
The young na’vi slowly closed the space between your lips. The sweetness of the first kiss, gentle and loving. Scared of everything, both of you barely moved. You delicately pulled back, meeting his eyes and diving back in with a smile. This time more confident, Neteyam cupped your cheek, keeping you in place, growing eager by the second. You have no idea how long you had stayed like this.
And then you felt it. 
A tickling sensation on top of your heads, both of you pulled back, carefully looking up to inspect. 
A woodsprite gently hovered above you. 
He will wait for you.
Na'vi translation:
waytelem - songcord säsrätx - annoyance iknimaya - the rite of passage for young Na'vi skxawng - idiot olo’eyktan - clan leader yawne - beloved
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derpy-dogs-n-cats · 10 days
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Courtship Misunderstanding.
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Neteyam x Fem! Metkayina! Reader.
Warnings: Talks about mating, implied sexual themes.
Summary: Neteyam finds out that he's still unaware of some of the customs of your people.
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Neteyam slowly rises from the water to the shore of the village of Awa’atlu, water pouring out of his hair as he drags the giant eel from the cord he’d brought along and tied around the base of its jaw. Stepping out of the water properly and turning to his left, he rests the end of the long cord in his hand over his shoulder, feeling satisfied at the sound of the heavy drag of the massive weight of the eel leaving a deep wet path on the sand.
It’d taken him days of exploring every inch of the waters, starting with the reefs and opening to the deeper ocean but he’d finally found a catch that was worthy of being gifted to you; an eel larger than him and almost as wide as his torso that quite frankly had him struggling, though he tried not to show. Neteyam watches how the sand suddenly turns dark, having him looking up and seeing that eclipse had started with nighttime falling upon them, urging him to walk faster.
Once he reaches the docks, he crouches down and squeezes his arms under the eel and between the sand, lifting it with a small grunt and placing it on the elastic sheet that creates paths to the marui. Placing his hands next to the eel firmly, he hoists himself up and lands on his knees on the path with a light bounce, taking the eel back in his arms and standing back on his feet, carrying it much like a newborn to further impress you with his strength..
His legs start walking the path to your family’s marui, careful that the eel doesn’t somehow leap out of his arms with the light bounce of his feet. As he walks to his destination, he crosses paths with a few metkayina walking by him, all turning around and eyeing him and his catch as they walk away, having him feeling somewhat giddy; the same feeling you elicit on him whenever you so much as look at him, and when you smile upon noticing him already looking at you…
He feels as if though his heart could just about explode. You make him feel just as innocently happy as when he was a child, back before the sky people returned, back before his father laid more weight on his shoulders, before he had bigger responsibilities, all of which his brother noticed which led to him being called ‘whipped’. He had no idea what it meant, but if this is what being ‘whipped’ felt like, he didn’t want it to stop.
Finally, he reaches your family’s pod and peeks in, standing at the corner of the entrance and seeing you sitting on your calves in front of the firepit at the center, using the light to weave a choker with thin vines and watching as you meticulously add a small white pearl into it, following an intricate pattern which will no doubt match the white freckles that beautifully adorn your body, the ones he can’t wait to trace patterns on.
“Neteyam!” You greet with a smile, having looked over and caught him staring at you. Your voice snaps him out of his trance and has him returning the same smile as you stand to approach him, having set down your choker. “Wow, your parents must be proud.” You compliment, eyeing the eel. “No, this… this is for you.” He smiles softly. “Me? Are you trying to feed my whole family?” You ask jokingly to which his tail nearly thrashes around excitedly.
“Yes.” He sheepishly answers. He knew you’d understand that he’s courting you, gifting you a hunt large enough to feed your entire family to prove he can provide for you and more once you have a few little ones running around. “Thank you so much.” You thank in a soft tone before being interrupted. “Neteyam.” The sound of your father’s voice speaks his name, having them looking at each other followed by your father hand gesturing that he sees him with Neteyam bowing his head.
“I see you.” He says, suddenly very nervous on your father reacting to his eldest daughter being courted. “What is this?” Your father waves his hand to the eel, wondering what he was doing with it in his pod when his family’s marui was on the other side of the village. “Neteyam caught this for us.” You answer with a warm feeling in your chest while said hunter’s ears lightly flick back in confusion. Just the presence alone of a na’vi outside of the family with a large catch should let him know you were being courted.
Maybe your father just didn’t want to accept the courting, was his catch not impressive enough? Surely he could understand that anything bigger wouldn’t have been able to be delivered, it was hard enough to carry the one in his arms. “Very well then.” Your father nods and takes the eel in his own arms with more ease than Neteyam, the small insecurity blossoming in his stomach subsiding the strain in his biceps despite being understandably younger.
While the eel is set near the fire, ready to be cut and cooked, the sound of your mother’s voice speaking your name enters your ears. “Mother.” You greet and approach her and Aonung, receiving a half hug from her due to your baby brother being carried in her other arm. “Neteyam brought us something.” You continue to boast with a smile, briefly pointing at the eel by the fire before taking the baby in your own arms.
Ronal looks at the eel with slightly wide eyes, the impressed expression filling Neteyam with a sense of pride and mostly relief, though unbeknownst to him, her surprise was due to never having seen one of the reef eels so big, given that they’re usually no larger than a na’vi’s forearm. Your mother gestures that he sees him as a thanks to which he responds while your older brother looks away in annoyance, refusing to return the gesture.
Your mother gives a small pinch to his arm with a more than fear-inducing look on her eyes, forcing him to return the gesture. “Aonung, go bring your sister.” Your father’s voice says to which he follows after letting out an exasperated sigh, picking up his pace once he realizes Tsireya’s swimming with Lo’ak. “Come, eat with us.” Your mother invites Neteyam to the pod while your father cuts the eel as the younger male lets out a quiet relieved sigh at his offering being accepted.
You take his hand in yours and lead him in with a smile, pulling him down to sit next to you as he lets out a nervous breath through his smile, the flustered expression not going unnoticed by your parents who share a knowing look with each other, staying quiet to the matter. The rest of the night goes smoothly, your parents cooking the eel as they make small conversation about the village, your baby brother napping in your arms as you talk with your sister and occasionally share a few words and smiles with Neteyam…
The only one who looked unhappy was Aonung with the seemingly permanent annoyed look he bared on his face, though you suspected he was never happy and didn’t give him much importance in the time being. Though while the night felt soothing to you, Neteyam felt as if though he’d already had four heart attacks. The entire dinner he’d been anxiously waiting for the conversation to be had with your parents, about whether or not they approved of him.
He waited as patiently as he could for your parents to start the conversation on the matter, for them to voice their concerns if they had any, if they bestowed their blessing on the two of you becoming mates, make sure that you’d be taken care of properly, anything, but it never came. So as the end of the meal neared, he assumed that your parents simply trusted him enough that they felt as though nothing needed to be said on the matter.
“Ah.” You open your mouth in a way to encourage the baby in your lap to follow suit and open his own mouth, placing a small piece of meat in and smiling as he chews. Neteyam eyes you feeding your brother, a soft smile on his face at the sight of how you treat babies, unable to stop himself from thinking about how you would treat your own baby. Thoughts of him coming to your shared marui only to see his beautiful mate carrying his baby, your baby in your arms floods his mind, a warm feeling settling in his chest.
While you bring another piece of meat to your brother’s mouth, you remain sat unaware of how Neteyam’s, without much thought, tail slowly slides to the side behind you and reaches for your own, gently wrapping around it as best as he could. A gasp almost instantly leaves your mouth, accidentally dropping the meat in surprise with your eyes widening. The sound of the baby on your lap letting out a huff followed by crying snaps you out of your shock with your eyes opening even wider.
“Oh, I’m so sorry tìyawn.” You apologize as you pick up the meat from your lap, readjusting his back to your stomach and trying to feed it to him again only for him to sloppily grab it and throw it away, your parents now having their full attention on you yet unable to find the cause of the disturbance. “Come, give him to me.” Your mother indicates, stopping your actions of lightly bouncing the baby on your leg while patting his back.
You hand him over to your mother and watch how she almost instantly gets him to stop crying while you push the slight insecurity away by remembering how she’s already had another three kids to practice with, of course she would’ve mastered it already. The sudden absence of the tail that was previously wrapped around yours has you thinking back to the recent incident while Neteyam’s stuck feeling somewhat embarrassed of the mess, not having meant to surprise you so much.
You think back to how his tail wrapped around yours and feel yourself getting flustered, not knowing what to think of the action. Metkayina didn’t wrap their tails with each other, in fact, you didn’t wrap them around anything, your tails not being thin enough to offer the flexibility to do so, but for some reason, despite not being familiar with said action and not knowing what it meant, it felt… intimate.
Your father clears his throat and breaks you out of your overanalyzing thoughts, making you look at him. “It’s gotten quite late, it would be best to leave.” He suggests to which Neteyam’s ear perk up to attention. “Yes.” He quickly agrees and stands, and while the action makes you think that he feels as though he overstayed his welcome, in reality, he’s quite eager for what’s to follow. “Sleep well.” You say to him.
His face contorts in confusion as he takes in the sight of your innocent eyes looking at him, remaining sat. “Is something wrong?” Your sister questions before you can, all eyes suddenly on him and his confused expression as he wonders what’s happening. Why weren’t you standing to leave with him? Why did your parents seem oblivious to what was happening? Why did everybody seem oblivious to it?
You should all know what follows next, having finished the meal from the catch that he’d brought for you, the only thing that was left to do was for you to leave with him to somewhere more private so you could mate with each other. Had you changed your mind after accepting his catch? Had he somehow overstepped when he wrapped his tail around yours? “Neteyam? What’s wrong?” You ask with genuine concern, confusing him even more.
“… Nothing- I…” He pauses. What was he supposed to say? Where would he even start? “Rest well.” He returns your words before leaving, you and your family sharing a look that lets each other know that no one understood what happened either. The walk to his family’s marui feels like a blur, hundreds of thoughts and questions unanswered in his head which feels as if though it's just about ready to start spinning in confusion.
“Neteyam, what is wrong?” He hears the concerning voice of his mother ask, realizing that he hasn't just reached his family's marui, but is now pacing in their pod, all eyes on him once again. “’I… I do not know.” He manages to get the words out of his mouth, his legs still pacing him around. “How can you not know?” Lo’ak asks while his pacing brother starts breathing faster. “Boy.” Jake almost shouts, finally managing to get him to stop pacing and look at his family.
“What’s going on?” He adds. “I… I show up to Y/N’s marui, I gift her a huge eel- bigger than me, she accepts it, I have dinner with her family… and they don’t say anything!” He explains with frustration, taking his family by surprise, seeing the usually calm and collected eldest starting to lose it. “It took me three days to find the right catch, and- and when I get up to leave, she doesn’t come with me and acts like she doesn’t know what’s happening.” He rushes the words out, breathing heavily by the time they’re out.
“Neteyam…” Neytiri speaks his name yet stares at the ground as if pondering about something, wondering where she should start to explain to her son what happened. “Sit.” She ushers him closer with a soft voice. After hesitating for a few seconds, he steps closer and kneels in front of her, watching as her mouth opens and closes a few times as if searching for the right words before answering the question he’s so desperately been searching an answer to.
“These are reef na’vi, different na’vi court in other ways.” She explains, the slow widening of his eyes showing the realization dawning on him. “… What?” He asks somewhat in disbelief. “You skxawng.” He hears Kiri insult him, making him shoot his head back at her. “You knew?” He asks, the tone in his voice showing how offended he feels that she didn’t tell him beforehand. “I didn’t know you were courting her!” She defends. “Neteyam is old enough to choose a woman.” Their mother interjects.
“Then what do I do?” He quickly redirects his gaze back at her. “I do not know.” She rushes out as if it were obvious she doesn’t know how metkayina court. “But you told me-” “I have told you everything that I know.” She interrupts her son who quickly looks at his other parent for answers. “Don’t look at me.” He raises his hands in defense, his eldest son continuing to look at his other family members for answers only to no avail, letting him know that if he wants to know how to court you; a metkayina, he’ll have to ask another metkayina.
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azaleaniath · 1 year
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~ AO'NUNG X FEM! SULLY! READER ~
Breathing lessons
summary: Ao'nung is fed up with you not being able to control your breath, so he teaches you himself.
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includes: spicy content, choking, breath play, praise, oral, aged up to 18 for legal reasons
NSFW! MINORS DNI, 18+
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You cursed yourself for failing again.
It's been a long time since you came to Awa'atlu and yet you still struggled holding your breath. It had gotten better, but by far not as good as expected.
You came up to the water surface to get some air and your friends and siblings followed soon after. So did Ao'nung. He looked almost annoyed about your lack of breathing skills.
The guilt you felt was visible on your face.
"Guys, I'm sorry-"
"Don't worry, you'll get there." Tsireya reassured you with a sweet smile.
Yet, Ao'nung had enough of it.
"You've been trying to teach me for so long... I feel like a failure..."
"Crying won't get you anywhere", the chief's son growled and made his way back to the docks, "Looks like you need some more precise training."
Your eyes followed him get back to the docks. He turned his head, wondering why you weren't following.
"Come. I'll teach you." He gestured you to follow him with him hand and so you did. Something about his undertone sent a shiver down your spine and still, you did as he told you.
Tsireya looked over to your siblings, all of them followed you with their eyes until you disappeared in his marui.
You gave him a sweet smile as he held the curtains up for you to get in, but that smile quickly faded as he knotted them to stay closed.
His face still hadn't changed for the better, that annoyed, unamused expression still lingered on his visage.
As he turned back to you, his eyes darted at you in a way that made you gulp.
"I'm sorry, Ao'nung, I'm really tryi-"
"I don't wanna hear it."
Again you swallowed heavily.
"Sit down."
"What are you-"
"I said sit down."
His voice was deadly, his words rumbled through your entire body.
Hesitantly following his orders, your eyes avoided his ones, even as he came dangerously close to you while you knelt on the floor.
"Look at me."
One of his hands held your jaw up so you had no other choice but to do as he said. Your eyes traveled up to meet his. They seemed darker than usual, his ears flattened at the sides of his head.
The look he gave you made you somewhat uncomfortable.
"You're going to listen to me now, am I clear?"
With a certain suspicion you eyed him carefully before agreeing with a slight nod.
Parting your lips, you wanted to speak up, but his grasp around your jaw tightened before you could get one word out.
"Silence. You'll need your breath."
The corners of his lips twitched at his words. There was a sudden spark in his eyes that made you feel tiny, even weak. At the same time, the look on his face sparked something inside of you as well.
Ao'nungs hand let go of your jaw for a while. As you lowered your head, you blink shyly at the sight of being on eye level with his crotch. How could you not notice the bulge that stretched the fabric of his loincloth? Guessed by the size of it, he must've been rock hard already.
Within a second he removed the fabric, watching your stunned face closely as his half hard member sprung free. There was no way, you thought, staring at his already huge cock.
"Don't make me repeat myself when I give you orders."
You look up to him through your lashes nodding, he immediately fell in love with the look on your face.
With one hand he stroked himself a fee times, the other one got a good tight hold of your hair, causing you to flinch.
His hand worked up and down his wide shaft as he brought your head closer. The tip of his cock pressed against your cheek playfully, leaving a sticky trail of precum on your skin which connected the two of you.
He watched you closely, observing every rise and fall of your chest as well.
You lick your lips at the sight of his heavy cock while his hands still worked around the base of it, until he tipped the head against your parted lips.
"Look at me. I want your eyes up here", he rested his cock against your lips, pointed up to his face, then to his lower belly just above his crotch. "And your nose right here."
He watched your eyes widen, your cheeks flushed at his gesture.
"Ao'nung, there is no way I can take it all-"
His thumb slipped into your mouth and hooked around your lower teeth at an instant, forcing your mouth open before he plunged his enormous cock in.
The amusement in his face disappeared for a split second.
"I don't want to hear a word. You learned our sign language, so use it if you need to. Don't waste your breath."
You felt his finger slip out of your mouth, he smeared it off on your cheek. The corners of your mouth felt as if they were about to rip. He had given you the chance to take a deep breath before, but you had missed it.
Ao'nung groaned as he buried himself deep inside your mouth. The heat around him made him want to fuck you loose until you saw stars, but he too had to control himself.
For now at least.
You pressed your tongue against his length, obediently looking up to meet his half lidded eyes.
His hips slowly drew away from your face only to bring himself in fully the next second. Your lungs burned due to the lack of air and he noticed.
"3 deep breaths" he growled, tilted your head back and pulled out painfully slowly.
The first breath you took in was rather sharp and uncontrolled, which immediately got punished by a tighter grip of your hair.
You thought of the breathing lessons you had so far and remembered the steps, inhaling deeply through your runny nose and exhaling through your smeared lips.
"Yeah just like that."
While still looking up to him, you repeated the steps slowly. He allowed one more inhale before you opened your mouth only for him to fill it out completely.
Your own hips bucked as he pulled out halfway and brought his cock all the way down your pretty mouth again.
Both his hands rested on your head, one pulling your hair, the other one putting pressure on the back of it.
"Is that the deepest you can go?" His voice sent vibrations through your entire body.
A weak nod gave the answer. An answer he was not satisfied with.
"Then let me help you."
With great force, his hands urged you closer as his hips thrusted forward, his swollen balls pressed against your jaw.
Your nose pressed against his skin, blocking your air ways completely. Ao'nung hummed as he buried his cock inside of you, shoving it down your throat as far as he could.
He did not move but only kept your head as close to his crotch as possible. His ears twitched as he caught you whimpering for air. You gagged, desperately signalling him to let you breathe, but he did not.
His cock pulsated at the pleasant warmth of your throat.
After a while, your lungs burned again. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to get off him.
"Almost done, just a little bit longer. 5.... 4...."
Your head began to spin and your vision seemed to fade.
"3..." His hands pushed you down harder since you tried to withdraw.
You subconsciously slapped his thigh just as he counted to two.
"... What was what?"
No. No no no. He wasn't seriously gonna punish you for that, was he?
You only shivered under his forceful grip, as he restarted the countdown.
More tears rolled down your face as it already turned purple from the lack of air.
As he finally lets you go, you inhale sharply a few times, already heavily exhausted.
"Can't... anymore..." was all he heard in between your breaths.
"You will have to."
Just after a few breaths he re-engaged again, fucking your throat numb. One of his hands pinched your nostrils together while he rocked in an out of your mouth in a faster pace. Your could feel your saliva drooling uncontrollably.
Sloppy sounds filled the air all around, yet you were ordered to stay silent. He pinched your nostrils harder as a muffled moan sent vibrations through him.
Again you felt your lungs burn.
"Keep looking at me."
Only keeping your eyes open in general was a challenge already, nonetheless you followed his order as good as possible.
His gaze pierced right through your eyes as you looked up to him. Somehow, keeping eye contact with him made it easier to hold your breath for so long and yet you felt your head getting all dizzy.
You weren't sure if your mind was playing tricks on you or if his cock actually grew even larger inside of you, you couldn't tell.
Oh how much you desired to moan his name, to feel him not only filling up your mouth, but everything you had to offer to him. Your body was shaking like crazy as he pushed you down his cock so far that your face once more met his stomach.
Ao'nungs head rolled back in pleasure, his eyes fell shut for a moment while his hands sank into your hair, gripping so tight that you thought he'd rip your scalp off any moment soon.
"Take it all in, be good for me." he almost whispered, taking a deep breath himself.
Once he pulled out slowly, you tried to take some more controlled breaths.
It didn't go unnoticed by him that you worked on your breathing. A proud grin spread across his face as he tilted your head back to take a look at the mess he had created out of you.
One of his hands traced across your wet cheeks, aching jaw and swollen lips. If he wouldn't be holding you by your hair, you would have collapsed onto the ground.
"Once more."
"Please... ngh... no more..."
"More?" He flashed a teasing grin.
"Can't... " you whispered with a shaky voice, but he huffed.
"Hmm, One more time won't hurt."
You mewled in pain as he forced your jaw open with a harsh grip, making you lose your mind as he started pounding into your mouth over and over.
"You should be more thankful I take my time to teach you properly."
You knew exactly what he wanted to hear as he pulled out so far only his tip layed on your tongue anymore.
"Thank you..." you breathed out, trying your best to keep your eyes from rolling back and falling shut.
"Pretty half-hearted, wasn't it?" He teased, pulling his cock out only to smear the tip around your lips once.
You licked your lips after a weak sigh left your mouth.
"Thank you Ao'nung... thank you... for teaching me..."
"Good girl, now open your mouth for me again."
You hesitantly followed his orders, unsure if your body could even take it.
Ao'nung gripped around your neck with both hands, pressing down hard between your collarbones, blocking your windpipe. As much as it did hurt it also felt incredibly good as he fucked your loose mouth until he hit your throat again.
It felt like an eternity passed. Your head was still spinning and it only got worse, yet you tried everything you could to keep your eyes up at him.
By now, he too made the slightest sounds frequently, he took deeper breaths through his lips while watching his swollen cock being devoured by you.
Your vision darkened, you were slowly about to lose consciousness, at least he made you feel that way. Only his voice kept your mind from drifting away.
"You'll finish this like a good girl, do you understand? One spilled drop and I might break your jaw."
As an answer you only managed to hum in exhaustion.
Ao'nungs picked up the pace one more time, panting.
His grip tightened as you could feel how he rocked into your mouth forcefully a last time, spilling his seed down your sore throat. He rode out his orgasm while biting down on his lip, his head fell back in pleasure.
You could only whimper as he came inside of your filthy mouth before he finally let to. After swallowing quickly you fell forward against his crotch. As soon as he came down from his high, he supported your weight and held you in place almost carefully compared to earlier.
He gave you a moment to come down before you cleaned him off with your sore tongue, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand afterwards.
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Merely a week later you had joined your siblings, Tsireya and her brother for a swim again. It didn't go unnoticed that your breathing had improved rapidly, which Tsireya decided to call out cheerfully.
"It's impressive how easily you managed to control your breath! I don't know how my brother did that, but you surely learned fast!"
Ao'nung didn't say a word but only gave a cheeky grin that made you more than uncomfortable, at least around your siblings.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to wave it off with a smile.
Kiri stared at you deadpan. As soon as you noticed, you just looked away, avoiding her gaze. Ao'nung and Tsireya had to leave as their father called for them. Ao'nung gave you one last glance before doing so, and Lo'ak just now understood why Kiri stared.
Your sister didn't seem mad at you, just very disappointed. "Please tell me this is not what I think it is..."
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vante1920pm · 1 year
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──;; 𝐈 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ★☆
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★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: just had this cute small idea, was kinda lazy tho
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☆ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: neteyam/gn!na'vi!reader
☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: ooc, fluff, reader being jealous, lazy writing, short
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"Hey, I guess Neteyam finally found a girl!" Rotxo laughed, while I freezed in shock.
I looked over to where Rotxo was pointing his head, only to see my biggest nightmare.
A girl handing Neteyam something while holding one of his hands. There were others around them, cheering, making me think he said yes to her. Which was kinda obvious, based on her face. Or that's what I thought at least.
She was smiling at him, her big eyes full of adoration. I couldn't see Neteyams face properly, but I didn't care at the moment.
I walked away, leaving Rotxos side and looking for a place to think. I heard him say my name, but ignored it. I couldn't belive what I just saw. Why didn't I confess to him earlier? Is it too late now? Have I missed my chance?
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I walked around for a while, still deep in thought. I knew the girl. Her name was Na'ri. She was really beautiful, but also kinda stupid. But still, people loved her anyway.
"Y/N?"
I turned around, only to see Neteyam standing there, seemingly concerned.
"What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Neteyam chuckled. "You were gone so fast, I couldn't even talk to you."
He saw me? He seemed so busy with his new girlfriend, did Rotxo tell him anything?
"Oh? You noticed me?"
"I mean, yeah, Rotxo called your name and I saw you nearly running, I think everyone heard it."
'Oh, no! Did I really made such a big fuss? That's fucking embarrassing. How obvious can I be?'
Neteyam only snickered and came closer to me. "What about your girlfriend? Did you just left her there?" I asked, ignoring the sting in my heart and the discomfort I just felt.
"My girlfriend? She's not my girlfriend, what are you talking about?"
Now I was the one confused. Didn't he say yes to her? Or did I misinterpreted something?
"I thought, since she was gifting you something, that you accepted her feelings... if it even was a confession...?" I tilted my head to the left, waiting for an answer.
"I didn't accept her." was the only thing he said.
"Ah, I see. Hmm, why not tho? She's the best artist here and really pretty!" . Neteyam only watched me, which made me kinda nervous but I tried to not make it even more awkward.
"Well, but I don't want Na'ri."
I looked up to Neteyam, noticing his face was way closer than before, his eyes switching between mine and my lips.
My breath hitched in my throat, my heart beating faster. I didn't had to wait much longer, Neteyams lips already on mine.
We kissed for a while but it only felt like a second, when he pulled away and his face still close to mine.
"I only want you.."
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neteyamlover69 · 1 year
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PLEASE MORE NETEYAM X YN BEGGING ITS SO CUTE ESPECIALLY WHEN NETEYAM IS THE BIGGEST SIMP
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i ate crack while making this
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sorry this took so long bcs i don’t wanna make stuff when i’m uninspired bcs i don’t wanna put out shitty content 😞😔
the first note was a joke btw…HELP
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inmyfxith · 1 year
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Blessed Union
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Pairing: Neteyam x human!reader
Summary: Neteyam and you are in a serious relationship, but Neytiri and Jake believe your inability to procreate makes it impossible. Eywa sees your love and blesses you with a spiritual pregnancy.
A/N: Neteyam and you are around 20.
Warnings: None
Words: 3k3
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Pandora was a remarkable place, not only because of its breathtaking biodiversity, but also because of the beings that inhabited this distant moon from your birthplace. In just a few short years, your human existence had completely changed. You had gone from a human lost in a wonderland to the potential future partner of the leader of a recognized clan.
Sitting on top of a hill, you watched the sunrise. The sky was painted with shades of pink and orange, and the clouds seemed to glow with the rising sun. A feeling of peace suddenly washed over you as you enjoyed the beauty of the landscape. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, letting the cool morning air fill your lungs and the first rays of the sun warm your skin.
When your eyes opened again, the sun was already above the horizon, casting its scorching glow over the forest. You sat there for a while, simply enjoying the solitude and peacefulness. It was a moment of pure beauty and serenity. A shadow passed through the sky so quickly that it took you a few minutes to realize that it was Neteyam's ikran floating in the air to join you.
“You look so handsome up there,” you called out to him as he gracefully landed next to you. Neteyam's smile was nothing short of infectious as he came to sit next to you.
“Thank you, my love,” he said, leaning in to plant a kiss on the top of your head, your face being inaccessible due to your exopack. You felt your cheeks flush and a warmth spread through your body. Moments like these always reminded you of how lucky you were to have Neteyam in your life. He was not only physically attractive, but also kind and loving, and your love was special.
As tradition dictated in his clan, upon the death of his father, Neteyam would become the new Olo'ektan, the leader of his clan, and you knew he was working hard to live up to his father's greatness.
“My love,” he began, “we’ve been together for long and I can’t imagine going through this journey without you by my side.” Neteyam took your tiny hand into his. “You have been a constant source of strength and support for me, and I know that you would be an amazing tsahik.”
Your heart filled with pride and joy as you listened to his words. Your hands found their way to his cheeks and your thumbs caressed his soft, blue skin. “I promise to do my best to live up to your efforts. I am proud of you, Neteyam, and so honored to be able to stand by your side,” you said. The young man leaned in to place another kiss on the top of your head, his eyes shining with love and determination.
Together, you remained there for a moment, enjoying the moment, knowing that your love was strong enough to weather any storm.
As a human, it had taken you some time to adapt to Neteyam's clan. Due to the actions of your kin, many Na'vi had been hostile to your presence in the High Camp, and you often had to endure disguised criticism or whispered conversations in a language you were not yet fully familiar with. Over time, tensions had eased somewhat, it was still too early to talk about trust, but the Omaticaya were now more affable towards you. Bringing fruits and other herbs collected on the way to the laboratory to the family of your beloved, your run was however stopped when you heard voices rise from the hut of the current Olo'ektan, Jake Sully, Neteyam's father. According to what you could perceive, Jake was in the company of his wife, Neytiri. Not wanting to disturb them, you simply waited near the hut, becoming an involuntary witness to their conversation.
“We must do something, Jake,” Neytiri began, her voice full of concern, “It seems clear that Neteyam's mate is not able to bear children. As the future Olo'ektan, it is his duty to produce offspring for the clan. With her around, our future is in danger.”
“I understand your concern, talking to them will probably not be a viable solution. They seem to love each other deeply, and it would be unfair to end their love in the name of tradition. Maybe we could find a way to...convince him to let go of this relationship and choose a mate who can fulfill his duties as a leader,” Jake replied. His mate sighed, pacing around the hut.
“I know you're right, but what other options do we have? I don't like the thought of causing Neteyam pain, but you're right. The needs of the tribe must come first. We'll have to find a way to gently persuade him to see reason."
Understanding the terms of the conversation taking place under the tent, your heart tightened. The basket filled with fruit that you held in your hands hit the ground, spilling its contents on the ground of the camp. Without a word, you ran out of the Omaticaya's cave, tears rolling down your cheeks as you delved into the forest. You couldn't bear the thought of losing Neteyam and everything you had built together. Your foot hit a root, causing you to fall to your knees. Holding your head in your hands, you hadn't realized that the Tree of Voices was now rising in front of you.
Minutes passed without you being able to stop crying. A hand rested on your shoulder, and without even looking up, you knew that Neteyam had arrived.
"Y/N, what's wrong?”
“I-I heard your parents talking,” you choked out, your voice shaking with emotion. “You need a mate who can have children, and I can’t do that. I-I just don’t want to lose you.”
Neteyam knelt down beside you, taking your small body in his arms and offering you all the comfort you needed. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I don't care about having children. I just want to be with you. You're the only one that matters to me.” You sniffled and looked up at him, your eyes filled with gratitude.
“Thank you,” you whispered to him before burying your face in his chest again. He held you tightly, as if to prove to you that no one could ever stand between him and the woman he loved. As you gradually regained your senses, sitting on Neteyam's lap with your face against his chest, you quietly meditated, trying to erase from your mind what you had heard.
“Y/N, open your eyes,” Neteyam whispered to you again. When you did, dozens of woodsprites were floating in the air, surrounding Neteyam and you. Admiring the spectacle that the goddess Eywa was offering you, you extended your hand, palm up, and a woodsprite landed on it.
“It seems I'm not the only one who has chosen you.” Neteyam smiled slightly, happy to see that the pure and sacred spirits were on your side.
The next few days passed without much trouble. You continued to meet Neteyam at the top of your hill every morning, as a little ritual before starting the day. As a natural reaction to what you had heard, your behavior towards Neteyam's parents became colder, more distant. You were still polite and relatively friendly, but nothing more.
However, as time passed, a singular tiredness began to consume you slowly. No matter how much sleep you gave yourself, you felt continually down. This situation worried your mother, who, despite being a doctor, had no expertise in human medicine. She kept a close eye on you, putting her hand on your forehead to monitor your temperature, but your condition seemed to be getting worse by the day.
Your fatigue was soon followed by weight loss, your cheeks gradually hollowing out, your bones becoming more visible without any clear explanation for your sudden condition. Neteyam was not fooled either, he was also worried to see you in this state and had repeatedly offered to speak to his grandmother, Mo'at, who knew the flowers and herbs of Pandora better than anyone else and whose knowledge was equal to that of the greatest Olo'ektan of the Tawkami clan. But you always refused, not wanting to give Jake and Neytiri another argument to chase you away.
One morning, as the sun was about to emerge from the horizon, you tried to climb to the top of your hill to meet Neteyam who was about to land on his ikran. But as you climbed the steep path, your legs began to feel heavy and your already diminished energy flew away like a feather in the wind. You tried to keep going, determined to reach the top, to see Neteyam, but, exhausted, you ended up stumbling down the path in the opposite direction. Just as you were about to pass out, a voice called out to you softly. Neteyam had run to you after seeing you from the sky, his facial expression reflecting the immense concern he felt.
You were thin and fragile, your skin pale and clammy. Neteyam led you back to his camp, to his grandmother's hut, hoping it wasn't too late to help you.
As he approached the hut, he saw Jake Sully standing outside, a worried look on his face. "What happened?" Jake asked as Neteyam approached.
"I found her on the hill," Neteyam replied, his voice heavy with concern. "She's sick and in pain. I think she broke something."
Mo'at sat quietly by your side, her eyes closed in concentration as she prayed to Eywa for the health and safety of her patient. She had prepared a number of herbal concoctions to help strengthen your body and boost your immune system, and she carefully administered them one by one.
Neteyam stood nervously by your side, watching as Mo'at worked. He had tried to speak to his father about your condition, but Jake had been too consumed with the preparations for the ceremony to pay much attention. Neteyam was worried about you, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was not right.
As the day passed and the sun began to set, Mo'at placed a gentle hand on your belly. She frowned, feeling something unsettling beneath her fingertips. She turned to Neteyam with a grave expression.
"Neteyam," she said, her voice heavy with concern. "Your mate is with child."
Neteyam's eyes widened in shock. "A child?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mo'at nodded gravely. "It is early yet, and it is small. But it is there, and it is growing."
Neteyam's mind raced as he tried to process this information. He had always known that you were not as strong as the Na'vi, and he had worried about your ability to survive. But a child? He had never even considered the possibility.
As he stood there, trying to come to terms with this revelation, Mo'at placed a comforting hand on his arm. "Do not worry," she said softly. "Eywa will guide us and protect your mate and your child. We will do everything we can to ensure their safety and well-being."
Neteyam nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over him at Mo'at's words. How could his mate be with child? They had never made love, and he couldn't fathom any other possibility.
As he sat lost in thought, his mind raced with possibilities. He immediately went back to the night under the Tree of Voices, when the woodsprites had surrounded them. Could that have had something to do with your sudden pregnancy?
Because of the complex and unprecedented nature of the child's conception, Mo'at insisted on keeping you under observation in her hut. At the time, when she told you that a child was growing in your belly, you didn't believe her, thinking that your mind was playing tricks on you. However, as the days passed and your belly grew, the news became more and more real.
Your mother was not happy about this news and when she came to exchange your exopack with another one, she was shocked by your situation. She entered under the hut, her face distorted by anger. "What does this mean? My daughter is pregnant and you're standing there watching calmly," she shouted at Neteyam who was standing beside you.
Neteyam raised her hands in a gesture of peace. "I understand that you are upset, but try to understand that it was not intentional. We never...I am just as confused as you are about how this happened."
Your mother's expression softened as she turned to you. "Are you sure you're pregnant?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. You nodded, tears streaming down your face.
"I don't know how it happened either, but I'm sure I'm carrying a child."
Mo'at, who was quietly preparing herbal concoctions in a corner of the hut, spoke up. "It is possible that the child was conceived under the tree of voices. The woodsprites are known to bless couples who pray to Eywa under its branches."
Your mother let out a sigh of frustration. "This is all so confusing. I just want what's best for my daughter."
Neteyam stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder. "I also want what's best for her. I will do everything in my power to keep her and the child safe and happy."
Your mother looked at Neteyam with a mixture of anger and gratitude. "I hope you mean that," she said before turning to leave the hut. Neteyam watched her leave before turning back to you and taking your hand in his.
This pregnancy was rapid, in just three months your belly had swollen so much that you could hardly move without the help of another person. Thanks to Mo'at's care, your fatigue had decreased and your physical condition had clearly improved so much that she allowed you to escape her surveillance for an evening.
With Neteyam, you had not gone very far for fear of not being able to return. You had simply settled in the heights of the camp, together, far from prying eyes. Your heavily pregnant belly sticking out in front of her, Neteyam was sitting beside you, his hand gently resting on the roundness of your belly as he spoke softly to the baby growing within you.
"You are my little miracle, my son," he whispered, his eyes filled with love and wonder. "I will do everything in my power to protect you and your mother. You are both the most precious things in the world to me."
You smiled up at Neteyam, your hand covering his as you both felt your baby's movements. “I can’t believe how much he has grown,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. “I can feel him kicking and moving inside you. It’s like he’s already a part of us.”
“I can’t wait to meet him,” you answered softly. “I know he’s going to be strong and brave, just like his father.”
Neteyam leaned down and kissed your forehead, his eyes full of love. “I promise to always be there for him, to protect him and guide him. He will always be my greatest treasure.”
Your heart swelled with love, and tears welled in your eyes, as you listened to Neteyam’s words. You knew without a doubt that he would be a devoted and loving father to your child.
As the moments ticked by, Neteyam and you lay together in peaceful silence, your love for each other and your unborn child filling the air around you.
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Neteyam paced outside of Mo'at's hut, his heart racing with anxiety. He couldn't bear to hear the sound of your screams echoing through the air. Every time you cried out in pain, his heart seemed to stop. Jake, who had been standing beside him, placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. "It's going to be alright, son. Your grandmother knows what she's doing."
But Neteyam couldn't shake the feeling of dread that seemed to be settling in his chest. He couldn't imagine life without you, and the thought of losing you during childbirth was almost too much to bear. Finally, the screams stopped, and Neteyam froze. For a moment, he couldn't move, couldn't speak. He was certain that his worst fears had come true.
But then Mo'at appeared in the doorway, a wide smile on her face. "You have a son, Neteyam. A strong, healthy son."
Neteyam walked into Mo'at's hut, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. As he approached the bed, he saw you, covered in sweat and tears, holding a tiny bundle in your arms. He rushed to your side, taking your hand in his own.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice shaking with emotion.
You nodded, tears streaming down your face as you smiled up at him. "We have a son," you whispered.
Neteyam's heart swelled with love and pride as he looked down at the small, blue-skinned baby nestled in your arms. He had a head full of jet-black hair, and big, bright eyes that seemed to take in everything around him. His tiny fingers were wrapped around your thumb, holding on tight.
Neteyam reached out a hand, gently brushing his son's fingers open so he could stroke his soft skin. "He's beautiful," he whispered, tears welling up in his own eyes.
You smiled at him, your own tears of joy and exhaustion mixing together. "He looks just like his father. He's our little miracle,” you said softly.
Neteyam leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, then to the top of his son's head. He knew that from that moment on, everything in his life would revolve around these two people, and he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his days loving and protecting them.
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Neteyam stood behind his son, his strong arms wrapped around the small child as he gently guided his hands on the bow. A sense of pride and nostalgia was swelling in his chest. He remembered the day his own father had first taught him how to hold a bow, the weight of it in his hands feeling like a rite of passage. The five year old looked up at his father with wide, curious eyes, taking in every movement and instruction with eagerness.
"That's it, my little hunter," Neteyam said with a soft smile. "Just like that. Now, let's see if you can hit the target."
The little boy nodded determinedly and focused on the distant target, taking a deep breath before releasing the arrow. It flew straight and true, hitting the center of the target with a satisfying thud.
Neteyam beamed with pride as he lifted his son off the ground, swinging him around in a joyful embrace. "Well done, son! You have the makings of a great hunter."
As they practiced together, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the clearing. Neteyam couldn't help but sneak glances at you, who were watching them with a soft smile on your face. He knew that you were just as proud of your son as he was, and it warmed his heart.
As they wrapped up their lesson for the day, Neteyam lifted his son into his arms, giving him a warm embrace.
"I'm so proud of you, my little warrior," he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his son's forehead.
The little boy giggled and snuggled closer, and Neteyam knew that this was exactly where he was meant to be - with his family, surrounded by love and joy.
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Can you do headcanons of Neteyam and Lo’ak with a human gf who loves to pounce on their backs just so she can flutter the backs of their necks in kisses?
Aww, how cute. I like the way you think Anon.
Pairing: Neteyam, Lo'ak x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, piggyback ride, neck kissing, purring, tail shenanigans, size difference
A/N: The Na'vi are so damn tall, and for what? So they can best carry you of course, and be cute about it.
NETEYAM
The first time you jump on his back he tries you buck you off on pure instinct only to realize it's you when you laugh next to his ear
He rolls his eyes at you, asking you if you're tired, if you are you should have told him you needed a break
He's well aware that he's a lot faster and more nimble then you so he wouldn't expect you to always be able to keep up
That wasn't it at all, you just wanted to be close to him, you miss him, even though you see him every day
Fine, fine, he won't tell you to get off but be careful not to fall, he'll hold you by the thighs just in case
You can feel his hands trembling against you, him trembling, he's nervous about being so close
Still he keeps on walking, not as fast as before though, almost like he wants to make the moment last
He stops and gasps when he feels you kiss his neck for the first time, right where it meets the spine
Then you do it again and again, and he's trembling even more
No, no trembling, he's purring, you can feel his chest rumbling under your fingertips when when he tried to cover it up by clearing his throat, he starts walking even slower after that, never looking back in fear that you'd see his flustered looking face
LO'AK
Even though he hears you running he doesn't move to the side, he's ready to catch you and ask you why you're jumping all over him
His hands brace under your knees to prevent you from falling while he says that he'll just carry you back if you don't feel like accompanying him today
Clearly that's not the issue as you only tighten your hold on him
He merely shrugs and chuckles as he begins walking your usual route
Whenever he has to make a jump or leap you feel his body and his grip tense up
His tail keeps brushing up against your leg, playful just like it's owner
His calm and collected breathing comes to a halt when you start kissing his neck
You pause to see how he'll react, you can't really see his face but it's clear from the way his tail flicks and the deep sound he makes that he enjoys the soft kisses
He's too embarrassed to say it so he tries to engage you in a conversation, talk about his day, asking about yours
If he were to look at you right now you'd probably see him biting his lip in an effort to keep any more embarrassing sounds from coming out
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atxxokirina · 8 months
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Unspoken Words
Neteyam x Mute fem Metkayina reader
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contains: pure fluff, reader is mute, "finger talk" or sign language, sweetheart neteyam, awatlu setting, lmk if i missed anything c:
summary: it's all in the name baby!
na'vi dictonary:
ma - a way to refer to someone before saying their name
tìyawn - love
paysyul - water lily
author's note! (italic is used to symbolize when you or neteyam are using sign language)
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You sit at the side of the river, legs crossed as the soft water grazed against your feet. Neteyam swiftly ran brushes his fingers through your hair. Giving the top of your head a kiss before twisting two thick strands together. Your eyes flutter closed as he began to braid, comfort and stability falling over you as you lean your head back into him.
You've always felt so safe with Neteyam. Ever since he came to your village with his family, he was rather sweet. Every morning he went out of his way to personally bring you breakfast, and he even learned 'finger talk' (as he calls it) for you. Your heart lit up at each and every one of his gestures. Nobody had ever been this caring for you.
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Neteyam walks into your Marui, a tray of food in his hand as he kneels down next to you. "Hi y/n," he said, flushed. You smile and wave to him, watching as he set the tray down on your mat. You gazed down at the food before you, examining everything. It seemed to be sliced and grilled fish, along with leaf-wraped teylu. "Um-" Neteyam stammers for a moment, trying to figure out how to communicate with you. He points to you with his index finger and balls his fist, gesturing it down twice.
Are you horny?
You furrow your eyebrows at the translation, mouth slighty agape in shock. Surely he didn't mean that, right? Before you can fully react, he spoke. "Are you.. hungry?"
So that's what he meant to say. Okay.
You smile giddily, holding a hand up and shaking your head as you sign back to him. "Hungry is only one move down, like this;" You show him. "Horny, is two. You said it wrong, Neteyam." You rest your arms in your lap afterward.
Once he realizes, his cheeks immediately form a bright shade of pink. "Oh! I-I'm so sorry, y/n. I really did not mean that, I swear." He panicked a little. You could tell his embarrassment was taking up his mind, the bottom of his tail is curving up and down, flicking rapidly. You never understood how anyone could lose themselves so quickly. Ever since you were young, you'd been taught that to always stay calm and patient, to never let your emotions overcome you. But of course, the forest people did it differently than you.
You place a palm on his chest at an attempt to help him relax. You flattened your hand and move it to either side, then cupping your hand into a circle and pointing out your index and middle finger, the middle slightly curved.
"It is okay." You shook your head as a way to tell him not to calm himself.
He swiftly nodded, exhaling a deep breath. You smile as his heart beat switches back to normal, now bringing your hands away.
"But, yes, I was hungry. Thank you, Neteyam."
"Of course, no... problem."
He struggles with the last words, but is able to make it work. Neteyam waves goodbye before leaving your Marui, dipping his head underneath the curtained door.
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After he'd finished your braid, he taps your shoulder, signaling for you to face him. Your eyes open and you turn your body around, beaming at your mate.
"Does it look good, ma Teyam?" You signed. It took him a minute to process what you said, but he understood you in no time. "It is beautiful, ma tìyawn. Just like you." He pulls you in for a soft and brief kiss, pecking your lips. You simper against his mouth, cupping your hands on his cheeks as you two rest your foreheads against each other. Neteyam does the same, taking your face in his hands, reciprocating the love and admiration that resides in you.
Withdrawing from the moment, Neteyam speaks. "I have a surprise for you." He smiles, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. You cocked your head in curiosity.
"What is it?" You ask. He reaches into the woven pouch you crocheted for him, coming out with a colorful flora. You gasp with a breath at the sight, face ecstatic. You gently took the flower from his hand, sniffing it's pistil and closing your eyes. Paysyul, your favorite flower on Pandora. You'd only come across it a couple of times— maybe 2 or 3, but even so, each time you saw one, you were overwhelmed with bliss.
A shade of rose pink with lavender sprouts blooming out of it's top, and the arouma, oh great mother, was it the best thing you'd ever smelled. A fresh, and savory-sweet scent. If pink had a smell, this would be it.
Opening your eyes, you gaze at Neteyam. Taking his hand in yours, you focus on his amber orbs. Tracing the glowing freckles scattered around his face. You placed your right hand on your chin, moving it downward downward. Thank you.
Neteyam looks at you with pure love in his eyes, twirling his finger as a signal for you to turn around again. You complied, keeping your legs crossed with each other before turning your body to face the river again.
He massages your shoulders for a moment, leaving tender kissing along your upper back. Neteyam reaches his arm around to your lap, grabbing the flower from your cluchted hands and grazing your thigh. You look down for a moment in bashfulness, smiling to yourself. He trailed up to your rigid braid, taking the flower and gently burrowing it in your hair. As you felt him insert the flower, butterflies form in your stomach, reaching up to your fluttering heart. "Done." He simply speaks.
You change your position to sitting on your knees, as does he. You face him once more, eyes shutting as he cups your cheek with his palm. It felt as if there was a dome of love protecting you. Nothing can hurt you while you're in his presence, you've always missed him, you've always yearned for this love. It was only up until now you'd saw it. He saw you, and you saw him.
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A/N: I know this was rather short, but I didn't want to make it toooo long since I'm only introducing this. <3 There will definitely be a part 2, and more to come. I love you all sm, mwah!
part two here
tags: @sunghoonmyluv
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midnightsapphire · 1 year
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Hoodie
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pairings : human!jake sully x human!reader ; navi!jake sully x navi!reader
warnings : abandonment, angst no comfort, eventual unrequited love
synopsis : you thought jake was the one, now you’re grasping straws at what was.. and what could have been
Break My Heart (Part 2)
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You'd probably think I was psychotic (if you knew)
What I still got in my closet (sad but true)
“You look cold, kid.” His voice rang out through the empty lab, nearly spooking the young biologist out of her stool as she tore her eyes away from the microscope, glancing down at the wheelchair clad man that she didn’t even know wheeled into her space. A small smile creeped onto her face as she turned to face the man, shrugging her shoulders as she rubbed her numb hands together to cause some heat. 
“And you look like you’re not supposed to be here after hours.” She teased back, raising a taunting eyebrow as Jake rose his hands in defense, a crooked smirk adorning his own face as he wheeled himself next to her, eyeing the many loose papers strewn across her desk, no doubt putting in some extra work away from the prying eyes of her companions- more like competition. 
“Guilty. Couldn’t just leave a pretty thing like you here alone, could I?” Jake said with a breathless laugh, head tilting as he saw (Y/N) turn back to her work, flicking the small knobs of her microscope, eyes furrowed as she tried to get a clear shot of the wild vegetation collected by her’s truly. 
“Why are you really here, Jarhead?” (Y/N) teased lightly, twitching when she felt nimble fingers poke her side playfully, only then glaring at Jake as he leaned as best he could, draping a tattered old hoodie across her shoulders, instantly bringing warmth not only to her cold shoulders, but to her reddening cheeks.
“Couldn’t sleep. Figured you’d still be awake so.. I wanted to keep you company.” He said with a sheepish smile, one that he only held around her. 
“Well, make yourself useful and write this down.” (Y/N) teased, describing everything she saw as Jake hurriedly grabbed a pen, jotting whatever he could catch, far too distracted by the animated way she spoke to write every single detail. 
I slip it on over my shoulders
Something I'll never get over
It makes me feel a little bit closer to you
“You won’t guess where we’re at.” Jake said in amazement the moment the link broke, disconnecting himself to his avatar, dragging his motionless legs out of the chamber as he slid himself into his wheelchair that (Y/N) graciously held still until he got himself situated.
“Do you know how wreckless that was?! You could have gotten hurt.” She sighed in relief, draping herself across his body into a tight hug as he patted her back, laughing to himself at the concern written all over her face.
His hands drifted to the rough material of his hoodie, a warmth spreading through his chest as he slightly pulled away from her body, glancing at her head to toe as she looked at him in confusion.
“What?” She asked, the sleeves of his hoodie stretched over the palms of her hands, tugging at the end of the hoodie as it wrinkled over her waist when she had engulfed him into a tight hug, now resting over the middle of her thighs.
“You’re wearing it.” He hummed, pulling playfully at the sleeve as she scoffed, swatting at his shoulder.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at the smug smirk dancing across his face as she turned to hide the blush on her face. “It.. It calms me. Reminds me that eventually, you’ll be back.”
Her voice was barely a whisper, one Jake had to strain his ears to hear. Gently, he slung his hand into the hole of the sleeve, intertwining their hands. “For you? I’ll always come back.”
I can't keep your love
I can't keep your kiss
Gave you everything and all I got was this
“I’ll always come back.”
What a liar he was.
Day in and day out. Jake Sully found himself spending any chance he could in the link chambers, engrossed in all Pandora offered.
In all Neytiri offered.
(Y/N) had only heard fleeting whispers among the other scientists, how Jake Sully had found himself enamored by the chief’s daughter, who was assigned to teach him the ways of the people.
At first, it didn’t bother her. But with every growing day, every missed chance at conversation, it weighed on the woman’s heart as she saw his retreating back, not a word or greeting to her as she embarrassingly lowered her raised hand in greeting to him.
“She’s pretty.” (Y/N) mumbled, breaking the silence as she leaned over Jake’s unsuspecting shoulder. His body moved faster than his mind did, whipping his head towards her saddened gaze as his eyes softened.
“Sweetheart, you scared me.” He whispered, taking his hand in hers as he pulled her onto his lap. 
“Is that..?”
“Neytiri. She’s been teaching me everything I know. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen!” Jake said enthusiastically, his hands waving about as he spoke of the beautiful flora of Pandora, the Omaticaya, their customs.
(Y/N) couldn’t help herself, leaning forward as she cupped his face in her hands, bringing him in for a gentle kiss that left them both speechless.
“What was that for?” Jake asked with a gentle laugh, resting his forehead against hers.
“You wouldn’t shut up.”
“Think you might have to do it again, kid. I still have so much to talk about.”
I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
“Will this work, Norm?” (Y/N) asked hesitantly, eyeing the growing avatar in the chamber as she nervously bit at the drawstrings of Jake’s hooding. Her heart raced in her chest as she looked at the splitting figure of herself, but much taller, more defined, more blue.
“Of course! It should be ready by the end of the week, then you can surprise your little lover boy.” Norm teased, tilting his head to the unaware marine hunched over his own desk, most likely reciting the native language lest he get yelled at again by his mentor. 
(Y/N) looked back at the encased chamber, glee filling her chest at the thought of exploring the world with the ex-marine, of learning- seeing the things he had talked so much to her about in the dead of night. 
“I can’t wait..”
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
It was finally the day, the fateful day that she showed the love of her life the new addition she had worked so hard to achieve. Her fingers danced along themselves as she listened to the instructions the other scientists had given her, testing her motor skills before giving her the okay to venture out of the cramped lab. 
(Y/N) glanced around the wild flora of the world around her, almost in amazement as she took deep breaths of the native air. She walked along the soil, allowing it to dig in between her toes as she adjusted to the foreign terrain. 
“Jake?” She called out once she had reached the outskirts of the village, clutching the material of Jake’s hoodie close to her chest, finding any comfort she could in the smell of his cologne, the fading smell of cigarettes that lingered from the lab. 
“We have mated before Ewya.” She heard his familiar voice speak boldly to the people, hand clenched tightly into- who she assumed- was Neytiri’s hand. 
 (Y/N) felt her world stop as she saw Jake’s larger figure finally come to view, her hand loosening on his hoodie as she let out a breathless gasp. 
All those late night kisses.
The soft whispers into the night.
It had all been a lie. 
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
Jake’s ear twitched at the sound of movement at the edge of the forest, excusing himself momentarily as he followed the source of the sound, swearing he had seen a flash of blue dart away as he pushed away several leaves. 
His eyebrows furrowed as he stepped on a soft material, glancing down at his feet as his heart stopped. 
His hoodie. 
The one he knew you never dared to take off. 
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neteyamslovrr · 1 year
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hii, can you do aonung x f reader where the reader gets injured underwater and aonung doesn’t find out he sees her body being carried and he’s gets so worried to the point that he starts lashing out with angry at everyone and at the end of the day he’s just sitting on rock and he starts getting emotional and the reader comes to comfort him and they like kiss and cuddle, just him being really soft after getting really aggressive with everyone
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BITTEN
summary: bitten by a mysterious fish, Y/N is rushed to the tsa'hik not without worrying the crap out of ao'nung first.
1.4k words, fem!sullyreader
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You had been swimming with your siblings along with Ao’nung and Tsireya since noon.  The sun now beginning to move slowly down the sky to reveal beautiful arrays of colours.
You had been talking with Kiri and Tuk. Well, listening to Tuk talk to you and Kiri, as she went on continuous blurbs of creatures she had become fascinated with.
“Tuk is it not time to see if mum needs help with dinner? It is your turn to help today.” Neteyam said to her as he noticed his sisters increasingly disinterested faces.
“Oh no! I forgot. I hope mummy isn’t mad.” Tuk let her little hands cover her mouth as Neteyam chuckled.
“She won’t be Tuk-Tuk I promise, come now we’ll see mum. Okay?” Neteyam looked at you both as you gave thankful smiles to him as he ran out of the water with Tuk.
Lo’ak turned to you both “I thought she was never going to shut up.” As the words left his mouth Kiri smacked him on the arm.
“Don’t tease her.” Kiri scolded as Lo’ak poked his tongue out at her.
“If all you guys are going to do is wade in the water, you will never learn to swim.” Ao’nung snickered behind your ear, a sneaky hand travelling behind to rest on your waist, your chest starting to warm up as your heartbeat faster instantaneously.
“Then take us swimming, not that hard.” Lo’ak scoffed, the rivalry between the two boys being apparent in every interaction they had. Kiri glared at him again, a reminder for Lo’ak to keep his father’s words in mind.
“Of course.” Tsireya chimed in before Ao’nung could snap back at the skinnier boy. She dived into the water her body creating small ripples in the surface as the rest of the group followed her motion.
It was peaceful, all of you moving through the water together. The coolness of the sea surrounding you as you kept your eyes occupied at the beautiful sights around you. The bright colours, abstract animals and immersive sounds of the ocean around you, it was just so utterly amazing to you.
That was until you met the dark side of the ocean.
The others were way ahead of you, your distraction leading to your loneliness in the big blue sea. You were so immersed with the school of bright yellow fish in front of you, you didn’t realise there was a larger fish coming up behind you.
The fish was the length of your calf and as wide as your torso it came up behind you, its eyes seeking food, the bright yellow fish that were in front of you. As you swayed to the movement of the fish, the larger predator grew impatient.
Its large mouth opening to reveal rows upon rows of sharp pointy teeth. Sinking into the flesh of your thigh blood immediately seeped out of you.
Your painfully loud scream not only scared the big and small fish away but also alerted the rest of the group who turned to see the water around you a bright red.
The pain was unbelievable. It felt as if your entire leg was debilitated about to tear from the rest of your body and sink down into the depths.
“Shit Y/N!” Lo’ak’s shout brought you back from your flickering reality. “Kiri help me bring her back! Hurry!” Kiri swam with urgency, her and Lo’ak holding your body to the top of the water as you cried in pain.
Ao’nung was oblivious to the whole ordeal. He was never one to stay with a group while swimming and just like you took off on his ilu part way through, why? Because he was bored, why else? He’s a teenage boy.
But the fear that was sent through his body like a shockwave when he saw your pained expression and blood-stained body made his heart drop through him.
He was urgent to ride his ilu quick to shore trying to catch up to your sprinting siblings that took you to his mother’s hut. “What happened to her! What has happened?!” He shouted in an attempt to make Lo’ak or Kiri hear him. He was desperate, any sense of being reasonable about his reaction was slowly slipping away from him as he heard your pained groans grow louder.
While he shouted incoherently Lo’ak and Kiri cried out for help as they reached the village. “Help! Y/N is hurt! Please help!” Kiri screamed out as her arms grew sore from carrying your body.
“What has happened?” Ronal asked in a calm tone ushering you to be brought to her tent as your parents came out of their tent.
Neytiri gasped loudly followed with a shriek. “My baby! My child what has happened!?” You couldn’t get any words out only cries and grunts of pain as Ronal inspected your bitten thigh.
“Everyone out! Now!” Ronal rushed all of the kids out, only keeping your parents in the tent as you breathed harshly every time she applied ointment to your wound.
Outside of the tent, Ao’nung had run up to the entrance only to be stopped by his Neteyam, a handout between the curtain and Ao’nung’s heaving chest. “Can’t go in. Tsa’hik orders.” Neteyam said sternly his eyes filled with concern as another pained groan was let out from the inside of the tent.
“C’mon let me in bro.” He pleaded. He wasn’t a beggar but the desperation was changing his normal thinking.
“I can’t, its just our parents in there.”
“For fucks sake! Bro I didn’t even see what happened to her just let me see her!” Lo’ak then turned to the two bickering men, your blood still on his hands.
“She was bitten, it had torn some of her leg out and left some teeth in her thigh. That’s why there was just so much blood.” Ao’nung felt sick to his stomach, he couldn’t have not strayed off for once? Now you were in writhing pain.
“Shit…” Neteyam muttered under his breath before being interrupted by another pained scream from you inside the tent. The sound of your screams made Ao’nung scrunch his fists together, trying to not lose his cool.
Inside Ronal was stitching up your wound, the venom from the teeth still seeping into you, not lethal at all just debilitating while the teeth were in you. She needed to close the major wound first, so Neytiri cradled your head in her lap as she wiped your constant tears as both dads paced around the tent.
Soon Ronal had finished, giving you some medicine to subside the pain. “You must rest now. Do not try to move, you must call someone.” Ronal stated as she left the tent to see her worrisome son staring up at her hopefully.
“Is she alright?” He asked, his entire body fidgety.
“Go see her.” Before Ronal could finish Ao’nung was inside the tent, staring awkwardly at Neytiri and Jake.
“I- uh…is Y/N doing okay?” He was nervous talking to your parents but as he looked down to your leg to see the wound he felt sick again, there was no way you were doing okay.
“Yes…I need to go check on Tuk….yes. So could you please take care of her for a moment?” Neytiri said as she got off the ground.
“Of course! Uhm.. I mean yes. Yes I’ll take care of her.” Jake looked harshly at the boy before leaving the tent with Neytiri. Ao’nung immediately dropped down to your level, his hand tucking the stray hairs laying on your face behind your ears.
“Y/N?” His voice was soft, careful not to cause you panic.
“Hi Ao’nung…” You sounded so weak it made his heart crack, he wished he could just take all your pain away, seeing the way your face would scrunch up whenever you moved slightly.
“Do you need anything? Water? Food?” He was on your side resting on his knees as his hands cradled your face.
“I want a kiss.”
“What.”
“Just a kiss, to kiss it better.”
“How can you be making jokes in this state? You need to rest.” Ao’nung laughed as you smiled up at him easing your face into his palm.
“Lay down with me please.”
“Of course.” He scooted next to you as you carefully moved to lay on his chest, letting out a small groan as your leg twitched. “Be careful Y/N.”
“Just let me sleep peacefully.”
“Sure.” He watched you shut your eyes, but noticed your hands busy fidgeting with the other. “Y/N? You’re not sleeping.”
“sleep. Kiss. Goodnight.” He scoffed at you, you were so cute even covered in blood and stitches. Leaning down, stretching his neck in an odd position he laid a soft kiss onto your lips. A kiss that would wake a sleeping beauty was the kiss given. Soft and delicate, just like you.
“There you go. Little miss needy.”
“Yup, your little miss needy.”
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a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! i didn't proofread coz its like 11pm lmao
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hhnguyen · 6 months
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dear eywa
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♢ Pairing: Sully family x Oldest sister!Reader
♢ Word count: 2.2k
♢ Genre: angst, family comfort - Warnings: character death, cursing, just tears 
⌲ Description: Alternative ending. You die instead. 
M A S T E R L I S T
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R e c o m m e n d e d   p l a y l i s t : ⌲ start a war - Klergy, Valerie Broussard ⌲ hold on - Chord Overstreet ⌲ sleepsong - Secret Garden
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AN: Please take your time reading to fully immerse yourselves. 
Fuck, fuck, fuck. 
Why were they so stupid?! 
Half hidden in the waters surrounded by debris, death, and destruction, you watched in aggravated frustration as your two brothers ran further inside the sinking, burning ship rather than away from it - which was the original plan.
With a hiss, your fist slammed against the water as if that would work out the gnawing worry in your gut. With a determined click of your tongue, your ilu swam towards the ship, and with a similar jump as Neteyam before you, hoisted you into the air as you landed on it in a crouch, ears flickering for any sound before creeping forward and the same direction as your siblings. 
If the soldiers didn’t kill them first, you would make sure to end their foolish asses the moment you got your hands on them. 
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Neteyam had always considered himself somewhat brave despite the brief moments of self-doubt. But in situations like now, where Lo’ak and essentially Spider’s lives both relied on his ability to protect, a side of protectiveness he had never felt before made its presence known. 
Forcefully pushing away his own fear aside and steeling his insides, he rushed them forward hastily towards the opening of the moon deck. But the approaching footsteps had his breath frozen, seconds later followed by the bullets as instincts pushed him into action and he shielded the two boys against the wall and out of the zone. 
It felt like his heart had stopped in his throat for a good moment before he dared to peek out to check, only to hear the sound of a choked scream and a body thumping to the ground. 
The three of them visibly jumped as you skidded to a stop in front of them with wide eyes. “What are you doing? Go!”
They all jumped into action at the command, rushing towards the water as you took up the back with the machine gun held ready at your chest. Neteyam could only run, hearing the way you sometimes stopped to shoot at any incoming threats before returning to his back. 
“Faster!”
He heeded the command without question, pumping his legs faster than ever before and the moment the railing came in view Neteyam jumped as his life depended on it, cause it did. The water had never felt more like a relief to him as he made sure to stay safely under for a couple more seconds to avoid any incoming bullets before resurfacing. 
The moment air hit his skin he omitted a harsh hiss, snapping over to see a graze across his right bicep, oozing blood every few seconds before being washed away by the seawater. “Fuck.”
“What’s up, bro?” Lo’ak was hanging on the neck of an ilu, worried eyes looking over at the sound of his curse.
“I got hit, it might need stitches.”
“Come on guys, let’s get going!” Spider urged them, hanging on to the same animal. 
But a reminder froze him in place as Neteyam started to look around him wildly, water splashing as his heart started to thunder. “Where’s Y/N?!”
“She was right behind you!” Lo’ak’s exclamation, mostly out of sudden fear yelled back. 
No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening right now. 
“Are you two dimwits finished yelling so we can get the fuck out of here?” 
None of them had been happier to hear that foul language until now. 
Whipping around, all three boys let out a collective sigh to see your head floating a few feet away with an unamused arched brow. 
With a click of his tongue, two ilu were quick to find them as they made their getaway swiftly, heading towards the flat surface of a bedding of rocks that looked a relatively safe distance away. 
Jake was quick to join the group, an assertive gaze roaming over them to look for injuries and ruling Neteyam’s graze as the worst outcome. 
“Man, that was crazy,” Lo’ak let out a breath, hunching over with a groan. “I’ve never had that much adrenalin.”
“You’re crazy, is what you mean,” Neteyam grumbled, pressing a cloth to his wound given by his father. 
“You’re all damn crazy!” You snapped out. “Fucking leaping into an enemy ship to risk your lives - for what?! No offense, Spider.”
With a bemused smile, the boy offered two hands in peace not quite in the mood to further antagonize the oldest Sully sibling. “None taken.”
“Hey, at least we got away,” Lo’ak only grinned sheepishly at his older sister, using his innocence and minor favoritism card with the girl as Jake watched with a shake of his head, lips pulling up in a slight smile. 
“Lo’ak, I will fight your a-”
One moment they were all bickering, trading snaps back and forth the safety of their lives seemingly secure with their departure from the burning ship in the background. 
Then chaos ensued. 
Y/N was standing, annoyed expression so very clear.
Then you weren’t. 
Staggering to the ground with a muted gasp as Jake whipped around, eyes sharpening in seconds and locating the hidden sniper as his instincts came in, and within quick movements had the enemy falling into the waters with his own weapon. 
Yet Jake couldn’t give a shit. His gun was thrown to the side, his feet having their own mind as he rushed forward just in time to catch you in his arms before you tilted face down. 
There was no missing the clean through shot and blood oozing out frighteningly fast as he turned you around in his arms, head in the corner of his arms as Jake felt like his whole world just slipped out from underneath his feet. 
“No, no, God, no,” He was muttering, before snapping at any of the children who would listen. “Press on the wound, quickly!” 
Neteyam was the first one to snap out of his shock, scrambling and falling to his knees roughly on your other side as his trembling hands pushed down on the open wound, ignoring his own stinging pain. 
His vision was blurry, nearly unable to see until he realized he was crying. Big, fat ugly tears filled his eyes until they nearly obscured everything. 
Jake was looking around frantically as if hoping a first aid kit or something similar was simply laying around on a deserted slab of rock. A hopeless prayer for someone to save you. Help him save his daughter. 
He had to find something, seaweed or something sharp to-
“Daddy, stop.”
He met your eyes, his own rapidly glazing over with wetness as he met your unwavering gaze. 
“Y/N-”
You coughed, horror spreading as they witnessed blood coming out of your mouth. “It’s useless,” You breathed roughly. “-it a lung, I-I can feel it. Not much…time left.”
“Don’t say that, sister!” Neteyam growled. “Don’t you dare say it!”
“Y/N, please,” Lo’ak’s voice was a broken whisper. 
“Flower, you have to fight,” Jake murmured, gently moving a wet piece of hair away before cupping the side of your face, noticing his own hands trembling as they touched your cooling skin. 
“Can’t fight… something…alreadybroken.” Your whisper was a near-dead quiet, struggling for each word to leave your mouth. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” Jake swallowed, the lump in his throat so large it nearly hurt. He had gone through grief numerous times in his life. On more accounts than one even bothered to sum up. 
He had lost friends, family, brothers in arms, and nearly the love of his life at one point. Yet everything until now, had never felt more frightening until this very moment. There had never been a moment for him to consider truly losing one of his children - to watch one of them perish before his very eyes, before himself as a parent. 
Because he refused to ever let that happen. In his mind, he or Neytiri would always be close enough to prevent that from happening on pure will itself. 
Any other great deity could in all offense fuck themselves if that thought ever manifested. They refused to let it happen. 
He had been only a couple of meters away. A couple, not even far enough to call it distance. 
Jake had been standing right in front of his daughter. 
And he had failed to protect you. 
His guilt and grief all mixed into one big mess must have been obvious for even the blind to see, because your grip around his hand tightened, although weakly to what he was usually used to, catching his attention as his tears dripped down against your skin. “It’s okay, daddy,” his strong baby girl offered him a heartbreaking smile. “I’m okay.”
His dying baby was offering him comfort. The fucking irony. 
“I can’t-” His voice was a nearly garbled mess, a completely new vision of himself in front of the children. Not that they cared. All three boys were too busy crying, reaching out to touch a part of you as if trying to feed you their life source. 
“-you can,” Your voice sounded strangely firm. “You all can,” with a flicker to the rest of the boys, eyes lingering on your little brothers a few seconds longer. 
“H-how am I supposed to do this without you, Y/N?” Lo’ak gasped out, nails digging into the palm of his hands. “I need you beside me, please.”
It was like Eywa had breathed new life into you for the last few moments of your very being. Granting you the strength and precious time to say goodbye to your grieving family. 
“You underestimate yourself too much, baby brother,” You croaked, beckoning him closer with your weak wrist as he settled down by your head, your grip surprisingly strong as he bent down to lean his forehead against your own, eyes closing as you both soaked in the comfort of each other’s presence. 
“You will do great and become even greater. I can feel it. Do it for me, okay?”
Leaning back with a hiccup, Lo’ak let his big brother have a moment with you as you nearly smirked up at him. Teeth slightly bloodied, yet not losing the fire. 
If Eywa wanted to take you from the world, then she could. But you would be damned if you were leaving in sorrow. 
“I hate you,” Neteyam’s words shocked those present, but the heavy emotion lacing them was hard to hide. You continued smirking, mouth easing into a gentle smile. 
“I love you too, little brother.” There was nothing else to be said as he did the same thing as Lo’ak, pressing his forehead gently against yours before your vision returned to your dad. 
“Mama…where is mama?” 
As if called from the soul itself, the familiar screech of your mother’s ikran sounded, the noise feeling oddly muted as your eyes flickered around almost disheveled searching for your mother. Searching for the warmth of her presence. 
“No, no, no, ma’ite!” Neytiri gasped, her very soul starting to break as she collapsed down in the same place as her sons made space for her. Frantically taking in your form, denial spread through her.
This could not be happening. Not you. Not her baby. No. Eywa, no! 
“Hi Mama,” Your voice had turned soft, childlike with your face cradled in her larger hands, body still resting on your dad’s lap. “I didn’t want to leave without seeing you.”
“You are not going,” Neytiri shook her head adamantly. “You are not leaving me, my sweet.”
“I’m sorry, mama.”
“You are taking my heart with you,” Your mother gasped out again painfully, grip slightly tight on your face, but you couldn’t help but nearly chuckle. Because you could hardly feel it. 
“I’m sorry.” 
It was all you could say. 
“Kiri-”
“Safe,” Jake finally croaked. “Your sister is safe.” He didn’t actually know, but Jake only wanted to offer you comfort rather than worries in your last moments. 
“She will be pissed at me.” This time you actually chuckled. A small, painful hack. “Not saying bye.”
“She will understand.”
Your mother was still in denial, muttering prayers under her breath as you felt your heart shatter in sympathy. I’m sorry for leaving you so early, mama. 
“Don’t let Tuk Tuk see me like this,” Your last request got the heartbreaking attention of your family. “She’s too young. Clean the blood-” a new tirade of bloody coughs fell over you. “-over the wound. Don’t let her see. Please.”
“Okay,” Jake nodded, a trembling smile evident. “Okay, baby. I won’t let her see. Promise.”
It was as if your last burden had left you, your body slowly relaxing against his own, eyes slowly fluttering shut, only open a smidge to gaze at the eclipse above their heads. 
“I don’t wanna let go,” Lo’ak’s croaking whisper still managed you reach your hearing. “I’m not strong enough.”
You had no strength left. You couldn’t sound your words, your comfort to him. Only your eyes moving, trying to search for him in your half-dazed state, the pain slowly ebbing away. Neteyam’s hand gripped his shoulders, pulling him into his side, and you smiled.
He would be okay. 
“I think I’m gonna sleep now, Daddy.”
A shuddering breath sounded, maybe several. You couldn’t tell. 
“Let’s go home, Flower. I’ll take you home.”
You continued smiling. “Yes..that sounds good.”
And then you fell asleep, chest falling still as your eyes shut completely, your body lax in between the arms and warmth of your parents.
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Protective Neteyam Headcannons
Neteyam x Human! Reader
summary: protective fluffy bf headcannons about Neteyam!
authors note: protective neteyam>> lmk if y’all want a part 2. also i’m sorry my fonts are so inconsistent i’m indecisive
first, he always checks up on you mentally. he understands that you feel left out being one of the few humans in Pandora so he asks how you are doing every night
”How are you feeling sweetheart? Is everything okay up there?” pointing to your head. norm told him about anxiety/other mental health issues within humans so he wants you to know he’s always there for you mentally
MAKES SURE YOU EATTT OMGGGG
brings you cooked meats and fruits all the time for you to store in the lab just in case you get to caught up in your work and forget to eat
“I brought you some fresh fruits my yawntusyìp. i understand how important your work is but please make sure to eat them when you get the chance” as he kisses you on the forehead and leaves you to your work(i want a neteyam in my life so bad)
deals with anyone who gives you trouble in pandora AND THE LAB TOO. neteyam does not play about you and if he feels like someone is disrespecting you he’s going to speak up about it
“what do you mean another navi told you to never come back here? you belong to me baby meaning you being in pandora should not be an issue. you cause no trouble at all. if anything, you’ve been so helpful finding different plants to heal us when we become injured. i’ll go have a quick talk with them” he pecks your lips and finds the navi who was talking about you
always has a hand on you. he just loving touching you in a loving way and wants you to feel safe at all times with him, especially outside of the lab. keeping a protective hand on your lower back is his go to
HOLDING YOU ON HIS CHEST WHEN YOU SLEEP. neteyam feels like you’re most protected resting on his chest no matter where you too are. he tightly wraps his arms around you and occasionally kisses your head while you sleep in his arms. he knows how much you value your sleep so best believe he’s glaring at anyone who disturbs your sleep
you guys are in his pod when loak walks in yelling “bro you won’t believe what hap-“ “shhhh. y/n is sleeping why are you so loud???
”mmh teyam?” you stir slightly awake but Neteyam coos “its okay princess. go back to sleep it’s still early” rubbing his hand up and down your back and he glares at loak. he takes this as his queue to leave IMMEDIATELY
part 2??
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