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thecapybara526 · 1 year
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A Drop in the Ocean pt. 5
Avatar: way of water
Neteyam x reader, Lo’ak x reader
Note:Part 5!as promised here is an extra chapter for today. Thank you for all the support! It makes me so happy. Very fluffy/angsty chapter
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Part 5
You and Neteyam had just arrived back at camp. All that was going through your mind was Lo’ak. What had happened? Why were they looking for him?
“He is going to be fine Y/n” Neteyam tried to grab your arm but you wiggled out of it.
“Neteyam, it's Lo’ak.” your eyes were still puffy from all the crying, and you refused to let more tears come out. He's going to be okay.
“Exactly, he is a skxwang but whatever trouble he got himself into, he will find a way of out it”
Metkayina we're riding in the water, calling Lo’ak’s name. You started running to where all the people were gathered.
Neteyam was worried too, but his heart ached. The way you reacted to Lo’ak being in danger made him sad. He was glad you cared for him deeply, but would you react the same way if it was him?
When you reached your parents, you could see Lo’ak being brought in by one of the warriors. You let out a sharp breath realizing that he looked fine, just some scratchess.
“Come here; let me get a look at you” Jake jumped down to inspect him.
“I pray for the strength to not pluck the eyes of my youngest son” Neytiri hissed.
Tonowari stepped up, “no, the blame is not his” you looked to see him push Ao’nung to kneel. If Ao’nung was responsible for this, you were going to kill him.
“No, the blame is all mine. I convinced him to take me out of the reef” Lo’ak spoke up.
What? Outside the reef. Why weren't you Invited? What an adventure! Then you remembered you were supposed to talk with Lo’ak, but you ignored him. You brought a hand to your mouth; what if he hadn't been rescued? You would have never seen him again and lived with the guilt.
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Kiri was patching up Lo’ak, you, and Neteyam watching.
“So are you going to tell us what happened?” Kiri questioned.
“No, not tonight, please.” she dropped the subject, “ so Neteyam and Y/n, how was your evening?” Lo’ak’s ears twitched.
“ it was good.”  you feel a bit uncomfortable talking about this in front of Lo’ak.
“ yes, good indeed.” Neteyam, understood why you did not want to go into details. It was a very emotional night for the both of you. Not only that but Lo’ak, Neteyam knew he loved you, and he wasn't ready to tell Lo’ak that he was also in love with you.
Lo’ak looked at Y/n, Kiri told him how worried you were. It made him happy, it meant to still cared about him.
“Kiri, Neteyam. Can I have a moment alone with Y/n?” you glanced at Lo’ak, well that was bold.
“Yes, of course, brother,” Kiri said, standing up and pulled Neteyam out with her. He was worried, but he respected his brothers wishes and above all he respected you. If you loved Lo’ak, he would never be angry. He just wanted you happy.
“How are you.” you sat closer to him, you desperately wanted to touch him, but you were reluctant. You didn't know where the two of you stood anymore.
“I would be better if you would tell me what happened between us.” he was straight to the point.
“Lo’ak.” you look up at the ceiling. “I don't know what you want me to say. You've barely even looked at me since we got here”
“Y/n, I see you.” he placed a hand on the back of your neck, your eyebrows shot up. You had been waiting for this moment your entire life. You blushed.
“Lo’ak, I see you.” he smiled. You were happy but not as much as you had imagined.
“Then, why have you been ignoring me.” you pulled away from him, anger bubbling in your stomach.
“Lo’ak, you know why.”
“Tsireya.” he looked away.
“I'm not dumb Lo’ak, I see the way she looks at you and the way you look at her.”
“Oh yeah? And what about Neteyam?” he clipped
Yes. Neteyam. You don't know when it happened, when did he sneak into your heart? Maybe it was the way your heart beats and muscles relax when he is around you. The way he looks at you when you talk as if you were the most important person in the world. His smile, his eyes, the way he gently touches you. And you can't forget the night the two of you just had; it will be imprinted in your mind forever. You had feelings for Neteyam.
“Yes Neteyam. We have been spending a lot of time together.” it was the first time you had admitted it to yourself. You weren’t going to tell Lo’ak when you hadn’t even said it to Neteyam yet.
“What is he to you?” Lo’ak was frustrated.
“Lo’ak it’s not any of your business. I’m not interrogating you on Tsireya.” You stood up.
“It is my business, we just confessed to each other Y/n! I need to know!” He stood up too voice raising a bit.
“Then tell me about Tsireya. Look me in the eye and tell me you feel nothing for her.” You we’re breathing hard. You knew the answer but you needed to hear him say it.
He was still for a moment. Before he went to see Kiri, he and Tsireya talked about what happened outside the reef. He told her things he hadn’t even told Y/n, about how he feels his dad doesn't understand him, that he's a disappointment to the family.
“I have feelings for Tsireya.” he looked you in the eye. You felt a tug at your heart. It hurt, but for some reason, it didn't break you like you thought it would.
“All my life it had always been you, Lo’ak. Always.” you shook your head
“But things are different now, huh.”
“Yes. Yes they are” you both looked at each other sad. He pulled you into a hug. You stood there holding each other.
Although this felt like the end, Lo’ak wasn't going to just give up on you. He knew there was still something between the two of you. He just needed to figure out if what he had with Tsireya was stronger.
You squeezed him tightly. This was your Lo’ak, one of your partners in crime. But did he truly know you inside and out? Did you know him deeply? You had a choice to make Lo’ak or Neteyam? You were torn.
Neteyam and Kiri decided to sneak a look at the two of you. Neteyam’s heart dropped when he saw Lo’ak embracing you. It felt like a kick in the gut, and he was nauseous. Kiri rubbed his back. she knew her brother was hurting. Maybe what the two of you had built wasn't as strong as your bond with Lo’ak. He decided in that moment, he would stay out of it.
That night he didn't even look your way before bed. You stayed up, hoping maybe he would tap you, and you would have a late-night talk. But when you glanced at him, he turned his back to you.
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That following day you could not find Neteyam anywhere. It was like he was hiding from you. You swam with Kiri and Tuk, even spent some time with Jake. You walked back to the hut hoping Neteyam was there. Nope. Neytiri was.
“Hello, my child.” she smiled
“Hello” you sat down.
“Help me with this,” she was making food.
“Okay.” you kneeled quietly, helping her, folding little squares with the leaves.
Neytiri knew something was wrong, from the way your ears tipped back and tail twitched.
“What is wrong”
“What? No, nothing” was it that obvious?
“Please do not lie to me.” you shifted backwards to sit and stretched your arms behind you.
“Neytiri, how did you know Jake was the one?”
She laughed; you knew she had tried to kill him when they first met.
“Well, it all comes down to how the man makes you feel, Y/n. Your mother once told me that your father made her feel at ease. She could rely on him; he was solid. He made her feel like the only woman in the clan; she loved him so much.” your heart stopped. You knew at that moment who you wanted, who you needed, who was the man that made you feel at ease.
Your eyes teared up, and you launched yourself into Neytiri’s arms.
“Thank you.” you laid your head on her shoulder, “I miss her so much, but I am so thankful I have you.”
Neytiri smiled. “Always”
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You finally found Neteyam but he wasn't alone. Rotxo, Tsireya, Tuk, and Kiri, we're with him.
“Y/n! Hello join us!” Tsireya took your hand
“Sure, what are you guys planning.” you looked at Neteyam over her shoulder but he wouldn't meet your gaze. Huh.
“We are going to go to the spirit tree today!” Tuk grabbed your other hand.
“Let's do it.” you grinned down at her.
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You were all on your ilu’s swimming to the tree. Whenever you tried to ride next to Neteyam, he would flash you a small smile and ride ahead of you. Kiri narrowed her she's at this. Great. More drama. She thought to herself.
All you could think about was why he was upset with you. Why was he ignoring you? Was he embarrassed about what happened yesterday?
All you knew was that you were going to talk to Neteyam. Whether he liked it or not.
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That's all for today! I am going on vacation tomorrow, so I will definitely write more when I'm at the airport. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I thought we needed some drama between the reader and neteyam. Hehe.
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thehazeldruid · 9 months
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A Lesson on Learning
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Brought to you by “Avatar: The Last Airbender” and Uncle Iroh
In season 2′s episode ‘Bitter Work’ Iroh is teaching Zuko how to bend lightning and the lesson that he uses to do so is one that can be applied to LITERALLY anything.
The lesson goes thus:(Quotes from IMDB)
Uncle Iroh: [Draws Fire symbol in the dirt] Fire is the element of power. The people of the Fire Nation have desire and will and the energy and drive to achieve what they want.
Uncle Iroh: [Draws Earth symbol] Earth is the element of substance. The people of the Earth Kingdom are diverse and strong. They are persistent and enduring.
Uncle Iroh: [Draws Air symbol] Air is the element of freedom. The Air Nomads detached themselves from worldly concerns and found peace and freedom. Also, they apparently had pretty good senses of humor.
Uncle Iroh: [Draws Water symbol] Water is the element of change. The people of the Water Tribes are capable of adapting to many things. They have a sense of community and love that holds them together through anything.
Prince Zuko: Why are you telling me these things?
Uncle Iroh: [Draws straight lines separating the four symbols] It is important to draw wisdom from many different places. If you take it from only one place, it become rigid and stale.
Uncle Iroh: [Draws a circle around all four symbols] Understanding others, the other elements, and the other nations, will help you become whole.
Prince Zuko: All this four elements talk is sounding like Avatar stuff.
Uncle Iroh: It is the combination of the four elements in one person that makes the Avatar so powerful. But it can make you more powerful, too. image
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Now, this can obviously be applied to witchcraft and magic in general, paganism or any spiritual path, our moral paths, our personal lives and any work that we do. Because Iroh is right (when is he not?).
If we simplify our focus to one thing, one source, one single pillar of thought, we limit it and it becomes rigid and stale as he said, but also weak and fallible. If we instead learn to draw inspiration, wisdom and knowledge from differing sources, seeing how they work together as a whole, we strengthen the foundation of our own beliefs, our own knowledge.
This most obviously applies to studies of the elements, as it is the entire premise of the show and the quote itself. From that we can draw so many varied conclusions though! How do the above elements work together? Is there overlap between any of them? Do they together form other things- or change each other into the other elements? How do they impact one another? How can studying one in turn help you to study the others?
I digress… It’s just one of my favorite quotes from the show. But if you’d like me to extrapolate on this some more, just let me know or message me and we can discuss it! :)
M.G.
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forever--darling · 1 year
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i finished one of us about a week ago and still cant stop thinking about it it's easily the best fanfiction ive ever come across heres a little drawing inspired by this story and tysm for creating this masterpiece🥹🫶
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stop omg I literally am going to cry 🥹 this is so beautiful and you are unbelievably talented. thank you so much! you perfected this in every way and I am in complete awe. 🤍🤍
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AVATAR (2009) · dir. James Cameron
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areislol · 1 year
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Courtship, what a show off.
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ft— neteyam, side char. will be mentioned in tags warnings— fem. human! reader, aged up characters(19), they've been crushing on each other since FOREVER, neteyam being all cute, just fluff, him showing off his skills. y/n gets impressed easily :)), wee mention of lo'ak x reader? a/n— that image of him makes me want to burst, he's just so... ethereal. anyways, i hope you all enjoy this!
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song rec: september - sparky deathcap(dreamy ver.) + something about you
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Neteyam draws out his arrow, his stance is tall and full of pride, his chest is puffed out and remains like that when he releases the arrow, it swiftly hits the fish—causing it to splash and thrash around the water. Neteyam turns around while smiling proudly, his eyes scanning your face to see any signs of proudness and to his satisfaction, you do. Your hands clasp together as your gaze shifts from the fish to the now proud Neteyam with an ear-to-ear grin on his face. He awaits your praise, he waits to hear your lovely voice congratulate him—and as always, you do. "That. was. amazing, Neteyam! you gotta teach me how to shoot just like you!" you beam, moving closer to where the fish was flopping around. Neteyam watches as you move closer to the small pond before crouching down to take a closer look at the fish, "of course" he replies, trailing behind you and crouching down as well to grab the flailing fish. He takes the arrow out of its body before admiring it, it was a pretty big fish, and it would taste amazing once cooked. He stops once he hears your laughter, he turns his head around to see you looking at him before looking at the fish, a small smile adorned your face as soft giggles escape your mouth. Neteyam's brow raised, wanting to know why you were laughing. "That's a pretty big fish.. I'm surprised you managed to catch it," you mutter, Neteyam stares at you, did you doubt his skills? "Well of course I caught it, are you doubting me?" he huffs before sliding the fish into a slim basket on his hip. You shake your head, "no way- who could ever doubt you? it just seems that you're getting better at hunting every day, which is a good thing. Oh, and its eyes look funny" you state, before getting up and sighing. He hums in response, standing up as well. Neteyam started to walk further into the forest with you following right by his side. As you two arrive at the village you're immediately being embraced by Tuk, her hug being tight and suffocating. Neteyam turns around to see his youngest sister clutching herself close to you, a gentle smile making its way to his face. You could see a big and bright smile on Tuk’s face, and when she finally opens her eyes, she hugs you even tighter while swaying side to side, "I've missed you so so much y/n! lo'ak, kiri and spider were arguing the entire time! it was soooo boring without you!" she explains before sighing dramatically.
You chuckle lightly before giving her a light pat on her back, "I missed you too Tuk" you replied, giving her a hug in return. When you look back up your eyes immediately lock with Neteyam's. You give him a small and sheepish smile before looking away, both of you feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks. Before anyone could say or do anything, Jake caught sight of his oldest son, "Neteyam! caught something yet?" he yells, his head poking out of his hut. Both you and Neteyam, along with Tuk turn your heads to face Jake, Neteyam nods his head to which Jake smiles at—"great! cause we need something to eat, now come! you too, Tuk!" he shouts before going back to whatever he was doing. Suddenly Lo’ak pokes his head out of the hut as well and spots you, and give you a smile which you quickly returned, but before he could say or do anything his tail was yanked by Spider. He looked directly at him and hissed before disappearing back into the hut.
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Tuk groans, "awh, sorry y/n! come back tomorrow, okay?" she says, letting go of your body before running to her parent's hut. Neteyam glances at you, you do the same, he sends you an apologetic look although he has done nothing wrong, "I'm so sorry y/n, we need to go now, oh-" he mutters before abruptly stopping, you cock your head to the side, wanting to know why he stopped talking.
"Want me to escort you to your place?" he offers, you shake your head, "no it's fine neteyam, go with your family now, i'll come back tomorrow though." you answered politely with a smile, Neteyam nods his head reluctantly, waving goodbye to you as you did the same, you see him running over to his family’s hurt before completely disappearing from your view.
Stepping into your lab you're greeted by Max who's sitting at a desk, typing on his computer. You give him a small nod to acknowledge his greeting. You hang your jacket up before walking over to your room, "what’s up, kid?" Max questions, his back turned to his computer. You peek your head out of your room before answering, "I'm tired, going to take a nap." satisfied with your response he turns away and continues to type.
You lay down on your bed, thinking about your day with Neteyam, how he shot that arrow shot straight through the fish like it was no big deal, how he looked strong and mighty. His chest puffed out and his stance, oh god his stance. The way he smiled at you.. he had always smiled at you so tenderly, and it never failed to make your heart flutter. Sighing, you put yourself in a much better and comfortable position, looking out of your window that showed the many large trees with vines stringing from one to another, the colorful leaves and shrubs, the ray of lights shining into the dark and shady forest which illuminated it. Before you knew it, you were hit with drowsiness.
You slept peacefully and without disturbance, but it didn’t last long as you were woken up by Max who shook your shoulders lightly, "wake up kid, breakfast is almost ready," he whispers, his hands leaving your shoulders as he backs away, you groan and roll onto your side, pulling the covers over your head. Max rolls his eyes before yanking the blanket off of you, causing you to huff in annoyance and flop over to face Max, you glare at him for a few seconds before talking, "'kay, I'm up, shoo!" you say, your voice slightly hoarse and weak from sleep. Max raises his brow and purses his lips before getting up and walking out of your room. Sitting up you rubbed your eyes and yawn. After sitting down on your bed for a few minutes, you finally decided to get up and start your day. Standing up you turn around to your bed and stare. You eye the bed, thinking about whether or not you should make it. Groaning you start to fluff your pillows before setting the blanket down neatly. Once you're done you grab your clothes for the day before making your way to the shower. You made sure to wash yourself with a sweet smelling body wash as usual, you dont want to stink at all or, worse, have Neteyam think of you as filthy. After taking a shower and putting on your clothes you made your way to the main lab room where you greeted the scientists. "Mornin' everybody" you greet with a low voice, "morning y/n.." they all responded simultaneously, some were grumbly and incoherent while some were loud and clear. Walking over to another room you spot Max and walked over to him, you poked his arm which caught his attention, "where's norm?" you question while looking around to see if you could spot him but there was no sign of him at all. Max hums, still typing on his computer before stopping and spinning around on his chair, "nope, haven't seen him all morning.. well anyways help yourself with some toast over there" he offers, pointing to your right, you follow where his fingers point and see some toast, butter, sprinkles and some coffee laid out on the table. You immediately thanked him and walked over to where the meal was as soon as your eyes caught sight of it. You took a seat in a chair and began to eat. Once you were done, you wipe your hands clean before getting up and grabbing your backpack from the pile of bags on the floor . "Where you going, kid?" Max asked, his gaze now on you with his brows raised. You didn't maintain eye contact with him though, still putting your shoes on and grabbing your oxygen mask, "going out to see Neteyam" you say now looking at Max with a bright smile, he gives you a look before returning to his computer, typing away. After you were done getting everything you needed you opened the door and closed it behind you, the warm breeze immediately hit your skin which made you smile from the warmness. Can't wait to see neteyam! you thought before happily skipping into the forest with Max staring outside the window, shaking his head with a smile on his face. "They are so obsessed with each other."
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"Tuk! sit down!" Neytiri said while ushering her daughter to where the rest of the family sat, Tuk happily sat in between Kiri and Jake who sat next to Neteyam with Neytiri sitting next to Lo'ak. Kiri was already eating some of the fruits that was laid out in the middle of them, Neteyam shot Kiri a look that yelled "don't eat yet until everyone is sitting down" but she disregards him, sticking her tongue out at him before continuing to and continued to take bites into her fruit while side-eyeing Neteyam. Once everyone had seated themselves, they all start to eat their breakfast, Tuk was playing with her food with Lo'ak joining in with his younger sister which caused Neytiri to hiss at them, "stop playing with your food!", she didn't have to tell them twice as lo'ak quickly ate his food while tuk on the other hand was hesitant to. Neteyam was silent while he ate, his mind preoccupied with you. He wanted to see you as soon as possible so he hurriedly ate his food before getting up and leaving in a hurry, but he was stopped by both Jake and Neytiri, "where are you going?" they both asked simultaneously. "Just going to see someone.." he mumbled, now stopping in his tracks while turning around to face his parents. Jake raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything, "'someone' my ass" Lo'ak scoffs while rolling his eyes which caused Neytiri to glare at Lo’ak. Tuk looked at Lo’ak while eating her food, and she notices how he was frowning for no reason. Kiri noticed this as well and leaned towards Tuk, “it’s probably about y/n or something..” she whispered, Tuk disregarded Kiri’s assumption until she hears y/n’s name. Tuk begins smiling at the thought of seeing y/n. Both Neytiri and Jake looked at each other, they seemed to have a silent conversation, and after a few seconds Neytiri stood up and walked close to Neteyam, "Neteyam, we need to talk about something.", he stood there and nodded before trailing behind his mother. They weren't far away from their hut and there weren't any other people around them, it was the perfect place. "What is it, mother?" Neteyam questioned, Neytiri looked up at her son, her boy has grown so tall. She shakes her head lightly and spoke up, "Neteyam, your father and i have been thinking that it is time you find your mate.". Neytiri notices how Neteyam frowns, his ears tucking back after she speaks, but this was a serious matter. "You are the future Olo'eyktan. It has been very long, and you still do not have a mate!" Neytiri whisper-yells, not wanting anyone else to hear their private conversation. Neteyam sighs—his head downcast, "I know mother.. but- well, I do… have a mate in mind." He had no idea why he said what he said, but he did. You weren't na'vi. You couldn't bond like every na'vi could, which meant that you two could never be mates for life, no matter how much he wanted to. The only way he and everybody on Pandora knew how to be with one forever was to bond, tsaheylu. There was absolutely no way to bond with you. His mother despised the sky-people, or to them, demons. If he ever told his mother that you were a sky-person or if she found out all hell would break loose. Upon hearing Neteyam's statement her eyes lit up, eager to know who he had in mind, "oh? and who is that?" she asks, a faint smile now adorned her face. "I will not say, it is a… surprise.", Neytiri hums and nods with a now fully visible smile on her face, "very well then, but I suggest you court her now before it is too late," she states with a smirk, Neteyam's face starts to warm from his mother's words which only causes Neytiri to chuckle before walking back to their hut. Neteyam was left there, standing awkwardly as the words replayed in his mind, but I suggest you court her now before it is too late. Before he knew it seconds have passed, he shook his head to snap out of his trance when he realized—he was going to be late.
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Neteyam hurriedly looked around to remember where he going to meet up with you and once he saw the trail he immediately ran and followed the trail along with the scent of the site. Hopefully he wasn't that late. Not too long after running he stopped a few feet away from the site, standing near the trees as he looked around in hopes of seeing you and he didnt, maybe he was early? Maybe he was late and you left him and went somewhere else? But after scanning the area again, he sees you. When his eyes catch sight of you, a bright and tender smile adorns his face, there you are. You were leaning on a large tree, your head looking up before looking down and drawing. Not even two steps in and you already spotted him, "hey Neteyam! What took you so long?" you yelled while gesturing to him to pick up the pace. He wastes no time and jogs to where you stood, once he's right beside you he looks down. Neteyam looks down at your sketches of the forest in front of you. It looked pretty good, to say the least. "You're good at drawing y/n" he murmurs, prompting you look up at him with a warm smile, "thank you, 'teyam". His nickname rolling off your tongue was pure bliss, he had never wanted to hear his name so badly before. He doesn’t even realize his tail flicking side to side in excitement. The click of your bag derails him from his train of thought, his ears perking up attentively, his tail stopping its movement. Neteyam sees you putting your notepad and pencils away before closing the bag. "So..." you start, "where do you wanna go now?", Neteyam ponders for a second, instead of thinking of a place he could show you, his mother's words interrupt his thoughts. Court her now, before it is too late. Neteyam hums in delight, "well..", yes, he would from now, start courting you, in the hopes of you becoming his mate, even if you were a sky-person. "How about you watch me hunt?" he offers, Neteyam watches as a gentle smile adorned your face, "sure!" And with that, Neteyam’s attempt of courting you, begins.
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quiwilove · 4 months
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Like a Tattoo - Prologue
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Pairing: Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x Omatikaya!Reader.
Synopsis: Neteyam’s backstory.
Genre: Angst.
Warnings: Depiction of violence, Mentions of blood, Death, War, Arranged betrothal, Grief, ED, Nightmares. MDNI.
Word-count: 3.1k
Author’s note: This will be a multi-chapter series and I thing having a backstory gives the readers(you!) a better understanding of the characters. If you don’t want to read the prologue it’s totally fine! Also this is my first time publishing a work of mine on tumblr, so be patient with me, please! Write to me if you have any suggestions or advice regarding the story.
Combatants
- At the age of fifteen he had already learned silence.
It was his fourth time at a raid. Everything was planned, calculated to the very last drop.
Jake Sully, the great Olo'eyktan and his father, had stayed till late hours perfecting the plan of their raid. The tent in which they were staying was mostly used for gatherings of all the skilled warriors within the clan including Toruk Makto. The meetings consisted of strategic planning of their upcoming attacks, they would draw on a makeshift map of the area that surrounded the tracks made by their oppressors. The tent was large enough to hold a dozen, it had a lengthy table in the middle making the space feel confined. Air felt thick, hard to breathe in.
Jake Sully had his hands pressed against the rough wood, eyebrows furrowed and eyes searching for an answer that could not be seen. Neteyam wondered if his father’s muscles were always so tense, almost as if they were about to snap.
“The RDA has taken a huge blow on their equipment. They won’t be willing to sacrifice more. I presume they’ll bring reinforcement, Sir.”
“That’s for sure, the question is from where they will hit us.” Toruk Makto’s hand went to trace over the previously drawn lines of the movement they were planning. Ink smudged beneath his fingertips slightly staining them with black. Everyone had left the gathering hours ago, pleased with their work. But to Jake it felt like nothing was finished, nothing felt right.
“It could be from anywhere, Sir. We should be prepared for the worse. Gathering a larger group of warriors on the ground would be our best option.” Neteyam felt confident in his answer, or rather tried to.
“Why so?”
“It would be easier for us to not be seen. Sky people have a pattern to their attacks. They have no ground force, only air force, so-” His fingers traced next to the lining of the tracks on the map. “-if we move here where the trees keep us cover. We would have a greater plane to move across, they wouldn’t know where to hit.” Neteyam’s eyes glanced up to his father’s, searching for validation. But Jake Sully’s face remained stoic thinking over what his son stated.
“Spotters will still be vital for us but only a few are necessary. The less we are seen in the sky the better.” He continued. His father hadn’t uttered a word. The tent's walls painfully closed around, making it hard to inhale. The confidence he once felt had drained from him. An apology for his futile comment was about to slip off his tongue as he took his last sharp breath.
“Come on, we’ll need to get a good night’s sleep.” He patted his son’s shoulder and walked out of the tent. Yes, sir, it was a whisper, almost like he had said it to himself. He leaned against the table folding the scruffy piece of paper, placing it where all the other maps and plans were situated. They smelled like poison. Once you touch them you would be marked with the blood of the ones that died during the raids. You would be part of the reason for their death.
The fifteen-year-old tried to wholly blame their invaders, the men who shot their bullets at them. But after the names of the warriors who laid deceased on the battlefield were announced, guilt consumed his mind. The blood on his hands couldn’t be washed.
Morning had come. Everyone rushed from place to place picking up weapons. Their faces were painted in different colours, masking their fear. No one was sure whether they would live throughout the day. It was a gamble, each of their raids was a gamble with death. All members of the gatherings knew of this - an unspoken truth. A truth that was too hard to swallow. Felt taboo to even think about it, so it was never spoken of aloud.
The young boy’s footsteps matched the ones of all the skilled warriors, the sense of confidence radiating off of them - they were fast and controlled, each step very well calculated. He was marching off to the tent that had been occupied by him and his father many hours ago, knowing that Jake Sully would be there. He needed to apologize for his previous outburst. He felt compunction clawing at him, he needed to learn to be silent - to keep all fruitless comments to himself. Neteyam was consumed by his own thoughts, each yell or noise was blurred only making a slight vibration passing through his skin. Then he heard it. Her voice.
“Neteyam, yawne!” The voice of his soon-to-be mate. She jogged through the crowd, a smile on her plump lips. Her face was decorated with warrior's paint complimenting her seraphic features. Her eyes were big, having so much life in them.
“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with Kiri and Mo’at helping them?” His eyes narrowed.
“I won’t be needed there.” She took his larger hands into her own, squeezing them lightly. The smile on her face remained. ”I’ll be joining you, fighting with you.”
The scowl plastered across his face deepened. A sudden premonition came over him. He had been terrified of the thought of other na’vi, unknown to him putting their life on the line. But his future mate? He could not let such a thing happen. The mere idea of losing her left him petrified.
“No. You won’t be. You’ll be staying with Mo’at, where I know you’ll be safe.” The Olo'eyktan’s son tried to keep his voice soft.
“Your father told me I can come.” Her hands moved up to his shoulders then to his face, gently caressing his freckled skin. ”I am a warrior, Neteyam. I know how to keep myself safe and… I have you to protect me.” His gaze softened, grasping her hands in his rough ones. ‘How could my father permit such a delicate girl on the filthy field?’ He thought displeased.
Neteyam and Syay had met a year ago, not by fate but their parents. Her family being a respected household in the clan, it was no wonder they would soon cross paths. At first their interactions were forced, neither of them wanted to be betrothed to the other but they knew this was their duty. They had to get along for the clan, for the people. Months went by and the hours they spent together seemed less painful and felt less like a chore.
“Promise me you will stay by my side at all times.” It was a demand. Leaning forward Syay touched her forehead to his. She could sensor the cold sweat clinging to the boy’s skin, his muscles taut
“I will, yawne.”
The brown cloth that was used as an entry was moved to the side revealing several combatants gathered around his father. On the table beneath their palms was placed the worn out map. Their gazes shot like arrows in his way, ready to pierce through the thickest flesh. Agitation was written on their faces, mortality blooming under their skin. Toruk Makto had gathered them once again due to his own fear of failure. The Olo'eyktan was the last to pick up his head.
Neteyam’s posture was awkward, out of place, his fingers still gripping the cloth. Their predatorily stare made him feel weak as If he were to be hunted. Cautiously he took a step forward, the tent’s entrance sliding closed, then a few more steps until he was at the base of the table.
“Sir, may I speak with you?” The young boy spoke with pseudo confidence, all eyes on him but his own bore through his father’s.
“Go on.”
“Privately, if possible.”
Jake Sully dismissed his comrades with a hand gesture. They all exited the tent without questioning. Authority radiated off his father. A thing he admired about him. He often wished to be more like his father - a true leader with no fear.
“I-I want to apologize for yesterday. I was creating some stupid war plan in my head and I thought it sounded smart but after saying it out loud, it lost all sense. I should have-” He was quickly cut off by his father.
“No, you are too quick to blame yourself. You are still learning Neteyam, yes but what you stated previously was quite an idea.” He licked his chapped lips, pausing for a moment “I talked with the other warriors about it. Perhaps you were right about their lack of ground force. What I am saying is that we’ll try out your plan. With that you need to know that you and some of my men will be the only spotters.”
The boy’s yellow eyes widened at the thought. Recognised by Jake, validated. He was proud of himself. The embarrassment he had felt was draining from him but then he remembered. ‘What about Syay?’ His mind raced.
“Father, Syay told me she will be coming with us. She will be with me, a spotter, right?” He leaned over the table with his hands on the edge. The size of the wooden surface seemed to shorten as his father remained silent.
“Look, Syay’s father will be on the ground and she will be with him. We both know he is capable of keeping his own daughter safe so you shouldn’t worry.” Neteyam did the opposite. He began to worry. Even if the best known soldier to Pandora was with his beloved, he would still fear for her wellbeing. He needed her to be next to him, eyes to be locked on her. The boy was painfully aware that on the ground death was promised and mercy was granted to the strongest.
“I want her with me. Switch her with one of your men, the sky is safer and you can easily dodge bullets. I can’t allow her to get hurt. Please understand me, Sir.”
Jake Sully shook his head. Contemplating whether his decision will be fatal later on. He knew his son was responsible but still a child.
“It will be for the best this way. It’s too late to change plans.” Jake spoke and hoped his boy would accept this and move on.
“Sir, I can protect her, she'll be better off with me.”
“No.”
“I won’t let her out of my sight!” The young na’vi was beginning to bargain. Desperate to be with his Syay.
“Neteyam.”
“Father, please…” There was a pregnant pause.
“A-a-a-h, you must take full responsibility. No playing around, understand me?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!” Neteyam let out a small sigh of relief, a breath that was caught up in him from the first steps he took into the tent.
“Now get outta my face.” With that the child warrior left the tent almost too quickly and eagerly.
Ikrans soar through the sky as their riders inspect the air nervously. Before take off all na’vi gathered listening to the words spoken from their mighty Olo’eyktan. His words were like a soothing song to the mothers, wives and children. The ones afraid their family would not return this moon. Neytiri, Jake’s mate and Neteyam’s mother was there, standing close, cradling her youngest in her arms. Prior to going on raids she felt the need to ease her children, hold them close to herself as if they were to perish. She was never too scared of a war, she knew the necessity of it and the sacrifices to be made but as her children grew they joined the war. Their safety was at risk and that is when the fear blossomed within her.
Neytiri’s gaze fell on Neteyam. Many said he inherited the strong features of his mother. The eyes, the nose, the lips all resembled her’s, but she could only see Jake in her son. He had a face stoic but gentle and pure as Jake’s. Her eyes quickly moved to the ikran’s rider gliding next to the young boy. Syay, a girl tough for her age. She was a talented warrior, her bow like an extension of her arm. She never was the type to mess around the other young na’vi girls, to weave baskets with them, to make bracelets together, to even gossip. But this was not looked down upon as her hunting skills out maneuvered the need of acquiring other expertises. Once, Neytiri tried to teach the child how to thread a piece of clothing but soon she understood it was impossible. The child couldn’t even slide a bead on the thread without it disappearing in the ground. Too sloppy with her hands to make a simple cloth but skilled enough with the knife to kill in seconds. ‘Such a strange thing.’ Neytiri would often think.
Before her thoughts could wander any further Jake’s voice boomed through her ear piece. The noise piercing her ear drums.
“We are approaching the target. Be ready.”
Bullets hit their target, fire spread on the ground, na’vi screamed and cheered. If a painter had the chance to portray the scene that absorbed the battle ground, it would have been a grotesque depiction of the colour red, splashed all over the canvas. Another shipment vehicle had been taken down. Quickly, the soldiers started searching through the containers with the intention of finding valuable weapons. In spite of that, a thud of empty boxes could be heard. It didn’t even take long for Jake Sully to realize that he had been tricked. He took the bait. Shock was what he felt, which was swiftly outlived as many dark and gruesome thoughts absorbed his consciousness. Depictions of everything in their plan going wrong.
“Sawtute!” Humans.
Jake cursed under his breath. He looked around and saw all the combatants looking in his direction, ready to take action, to listen to his command. At once it went silent. A painful silence. And so he began to scream and yell. But he couldn’t hear his own voice. Deafening ring went all around the plaine. The humans have begun their maschere. Their firearms pierced the air and then the flesh of the na’vi.
“Fall back!” The Olo’eyktan yelled. Some soldiers ran, others shot at the helicopters soaring in the wind. Several fell and the other remained. He, himself, fought however he could, but their opponents were too strong. The fight wasn’t fair and they were greatly outnumbered. An ignoble fight, a bloody and messy war.
“Dad!” Neteyam called though the throat mic distressed.
“Are you okay, son?” A premonition came over Jake.
“Dad, I don’t know w-what happened. I-I was on the ground with Syay, she-“ Neteyam’s voice broke and a pained cry erupted from his throat. “She wanted to help her dad with the cargo and-“ Jake’s patience was thin.
“What happened?!” The Oly’ektan screamed.
“Syay is dead, dad!”
The silence. Present again. A helicopter crashed 10 metres away from Jake Sully. But the silence continued. Neteyam shook with every breath he took. Stream of tears and snot went down his chin onto the burning ground, as he held his soon-to-be mate. He held her tightly, close to his chest. The hot blood that stained his skin and clothes didn’t bother him. He thought that if he held her for long enough she would come back to life, and her chest would start to rise and fall. But she was still, awfully still. The young boy wailed, unable to accept the inevitable. ‘At least her father was next to her. At least in her final moments she was next to the people she loves.’ He thought. Lucky.
With eyes red and hands trembling, Neteyam was found embracing Syay by his father. The battle was ongoing around them, but it didn’t seem as if the boy cared.
“Let me see you.” His father ordered him. The boy-soldier looked at his father with desperation. Jake brought his hands to touch his son’s scraped face and then observed his body for any fatal injuries. Relieved, the man then turned his attention towards Syay who laid next to his son. A sense of bitterness went through him as many memories of the sweet girl were brought back into his mind.
“Your mother will be here soon, she’ll take you home.”
“But-“ Neteyam didn’t want to leave his precious girl, however war comes with its many sacrifices and heartbreaks.
“Learn to be silent.” His voice was sharp. Neytiri soon landed with her ikran.
The following hours after the battle ended, the usually turquoise sky was gray. The na’vi mourned and grieved their losses. After Neteyam’s family understood of the death of his ‘soon-to-be’ mate and her father, they were all devastated. Misery loomed over them because of the major loss. However they couldn’t sulk for days to no end, because they had duties - the people were waiting for them.
Months went by, the funerals passed. Neteyam still blamed himself for everything that went on during the infamous battle. He continued to think that if he were more assertive and stern, he and Syay wouldn’t have gone to the ground where all hell broke loose. He thought that maybe… he should have been the one shot. Neteyam couldn’t sleep for days without having nightmares. Food for him seemed almost unpleasant. He was carrying the burden of death with himself. …But as many say, time heals. The said words would often cross his mind, a simple reminder that life continues. Thus, he devoted himself to work. Every chance he received, he would occupy his time with chores and training, no time for rest as it brough unwanted thoughts. The Omatikaya clan was looking up to him as the next Olo’eyktan in line and the expectations were high.
Five years later…
The Sullys had to take a leave. They had to depart from their people, their clan. The RDA hadn’t backed down and only grew stronger with time. Recently, Colonel Quarich came back from the dead in search of his target - Jake Sully. Not long ago, Neteyam’s siblings were under grave danger when they were captured by the dream walkers. In result, Jake took the hard decision of leaving their home for the good of the people and themselves. He was soon stripped of his title of Olo’eyktan and there was no turning back. The younger Sullys were distraught by the unexpected news, but it wasn't up to them to decide, so their pleas and bargains didn’t affect anything. Neteyam, already an adult, 20 years of age, was rather objective about the choice as he understood the vital nature of the resolution and he didn’t say a word.
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junieec · 1 year
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yawne; beloved
neteyam x reader
neteyam and reader are both of age!
fluff!!!
hiii! thank you for reading my work, be sure to comment suggestions and such! this is just a short blurb!
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I grasped on to my ikrans saddle, flying alongside Neteyam. Looking over at his smiling face, I yelped with joy. He was everything I could’ve ever dreamed of.
He began flying to the spot we both loved dearly. A cave filled with bioluminescent plants and vines. We both flew into the cave and I smiled at Neteyam as he walked over. He helped me down my ikran like he always did. He intertwined his fingers with mine and we both lied down in the grass.
“Yawne..” neteyam spoke softly.
“Hm?” I looked over at him. His yellow orbs gazed into mine softly. As he stared his pupils dilated and a smile creeped on his face.
“Just wanted for you to look at me” He rolled onto his side and spread his arm across my body. He hummed lightly and traced shapes onto my skin.
“Nete you will be olo’eyktan soon” i said. He looked over at me questionably and picked himself up onto one arm.
“Yes it is the talk of the village” he sighed as he searched my face for a warrant to this question.
“Will that mean I’ll be your tsahik?” I smiled widely and looked at him.
“I dont know y/n” he looked away from me.
My heart sank to the bottom of my chest. My face fell and anger seeped through my veins. I was “his woman” and his “beloved” all for nothing? Rage burned through my skin as I imagine Neteyam with some other woman.
I turned onto my side facing away from him not noticing him turning around slowly with a smirk on his face.
“I was kidding” Neteyam grabbed at my shoulder and attempted to pull me back into him.
“Please” he sighed and rolled his eyes while placing small kisses onto my shoulder and back. I swatted his hand away with my tail. Stupid Nete.
“M’ sorry yawne” he began tickling me and I couldn’t help but laugh. The cave echoed our sweet laughter back at us. Our joy was captured in sound waves that bounced off of the walls.
My neteyam.
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atokirina-writings · 1 year
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The Calm Before The Storm, A series
III. The Destruction.
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⭒ series masterlist
⭒ this means speaking in Na’vi, this means speaking in english
⭒ warnings/notes: death, angst, use of cannon background characters.
⭒ parings: tsu’tey xfem!reader, jake sully x fem! reader, reader x son oc.
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You don’t know how long you had been crying over the death of your son when you begin to hear footsteps. Multiple of them, coming your way. Your ears perk up at this but they’re not heavy enough to be sky people in their machines. They’re Na’vi.
They’re the students of Tsu’tey, he’s been training them to become hunters for you clan. Saeyla, Ka’ani, Maru, and Atan emerge from the thick of pandoras forest. “E! E!” Saeyla calls, signaling everyone else to come over to you.
“Y/n what has happened?” She says kneeling to your level as her eyes frantically switch from your grieving state to Hea’tey’s cold and unmoving body.
Your voice is so hoarse from all of your wailing that you can’t even make out a sentence. Instead you move your hands to your neck, pointing out the comm. “Find.. him” you choke out.
Nodding she presses her thumb and pointer finger on the device. “This is saeyla, Y/n is here and Hea’tey is dead. She is unable to speak come quickly please.”
Tsu’teys pov.
What. What did she just say? His mind is racing all over the place. Did she just say that his son is dead? Making eye contact with Vaytnay he notices that he looks confused and scared. Tsu’teys heart clenches at the sight. Together they circle in the sky trying to identify their family on the ground below. “There!” Vaytnay yells, diving his ikran as fast as he can to the ground, his father follows.
Landing on the ground he rushes to his mate. She’s cradling Hea’tey in her arms, her chest protectively covering his face. Hearing his arrival she looks up at him and he sees it. He was hoping he heard Saeyla wrong over the comm but this just confirmed it all.
Frozen, he watches as his son sobs angrily, his body switching from crying atop his brother and banging his fists into the ground. He can see her stare blankly into the distance as she grips his shoulder attempting to soothe him. He sees all of his students with their heads heads hung low, a few of them even crying at the sight.
“Tsu’tey! Brother do you read me?” The volume of jakes voice in his ears makes him cringe and break out of his thoughts. “Yes” he replies coldly. “Where are you!?” Tsu’tey him gives him details of the area surrounding them. “Will be there soon over.”
Your pov.
Tsu’tey sinks to his knees starting at his sons dead body. He places a hand on his chest to really confirm. He feels nothing. No warmth. No thudding from an active heart. Nothing. You can see his blood boiling within in.
He grabs the nape of my neck pulling me into his chest. He tugs at Vaytnay’s shoulder placing his body over mine. Finally he takes hold of his sons hand placing it on his face. We stay this way until Jake and Neytiri arrive.
You hear Neytiri gasp as she grabs Jakes arm for comfort, her heart sinks at the sight. She had been friends with your son for a while. He would often collecting beads with her and making jewelry to pass the time he wasn’t hunting.
They stay in silence for awhile until Toruk Macto finally speaks up. “Brother, the fight is still going on. You are Olo'eyktan, you must protect the people.”
Something in you snaps at his words. Tsu’tey places a hand on your cheek, staring at you intently. “Be strong. For the people, for us.”
Deeply inhaling you rise from where you’ve been sitting for hours, your legs are sore but you ignore it. Boarding your ikran you take off. Jake, Neytiri, Tsu’teys students, your son, and Your mate following suit.
You will not let your son die in vain.
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laughing-moonlight · 2 months
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This has probabaly all been said before, but if we all agree that Bumi II is Iroh II's Father, then Iroh II is the only known person to be directly descended from Two Avatars, Roku through his great-grandmother, Ursa, and Aang through Bumi II. And honestly. Good for him. He really was destined to help Korra after all.
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neteyamsyawntu · 2 months
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So the So’lek brain rot is real and I’m starting to write the first chapter of my So’lek x Recom!Oc/Reader fic and coming up with a name for it was tricky this time around. I had inspiration strike me while listening to the song Rain by Sleep Token, because holy fuck does it describe both So’lek and my OC so much.
My only issue is what reference from the song to use…
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This poll may not even sway my opinion, but I’m curious to see what you guys think!
For those who aren’t familiar with the song, I will link it for you🥰 I definitely recommend giving it a listen!
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eitaababe · 11 months
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EVEN IF IT'S A LIE !
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ao'nung x fem! reader smau.
" and i know, you don't love me so, but please say it once before i go. "
summary. — after ao'nung is left behind as a second choice, his friends decide he's in need of a major pickup. the only problem? it's you.
status — complete.
a/n — a spin-off from the series somebody else :), takes place a few months after the end of the story. (💭 = written portion)
! mc from somebody else will be referred to as ivy !
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chapters !
profiles. playlist.
one. — surprise. (💭)
two. — good luck. (💭)
three. — new bestie.
four. — games. (💭)
five. — dishes. (💭)
six. — rebound.
seven. — trapped. (💭)
eight. — jump the gun. (💭)
nine. — ditched. (💭)
ten. — not real.
eleven. — not lying. (💭)
twelve. — morning after. (💭)
thirteen. — the truth.
fourteen. — again. (💭)
fifteen. — comfort. (💭)
sixteen. — a what? (💭)
seventeen. — a lie. (💭)
eighteen. — want to. (💭)
nineteen. — tables turned. (💭).
epilogue. — 💭
END.
extras ! (other thoughts under the tag # — ⌛️ ; even if it's a lie ! )
headcannons.
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[🏷️ ; taglist. / open ] @loaksbitch @8resa @n7ytiri @yukichan67 @dearstell @netemoon @halibanana @aonungmyaddiction @teyums @lightskinloak @ipoopedmypants47 @aonungmybf @wenvierismycomfort @il0veheartz @syulangg @chittakii @jjkclub @universal-s1ut @netey6m @ilovejakesullysdick @calums-betch @izuoyarmin @yeosxxx @cl0esblogg @alwayswndr @ilupearls
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luvteyams · 2 months
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NATURE FEELS
Characters: Neteyam Sully (26) x Fem Omaticaya Reader (22)
Warnings: Smutttttt
Authors Note: Listen to Frank Ocean- Nature Feels to get the vibe, I wrote with this song playing in the background at 2am
Synopsis: A wet dream keeps you up at night and Neteyam is always there to help you out
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The night was cool at this time, silence blanketing high camp as you laid within your bundle of blankets. Your tent was especially quiet as you laid awake in the dead of the night. The only accompanying sound being the harsh thump of your heart against your chest and the small stream that trickled down through the cracks of High Camp.
Many hours had passed since you bid him farewell, in need of a true bath and a coma like sleep. Your tired bones ached as you tossed and turned, your body burning in the same places he had kissed and caressed all day.
“My love…yawne…pls”, he begged as you pushed and pressed against him within the clearing of the flowering meadow.
The slick sweat from earlier today building once again as you touched yourself to the memory of him. Him all over you, at the bottom of your toes, at the center of the inside of your thighs, up towards your navel, and at the very tips of your slightly swollen breasts. His fingers pressing against your bud softly, contrasting the harsh feel of roots pressing into your back.
In the bright glow of day, the sun warm against both your skin, Neteyam had prodded, persuading you to leave High Camp for a bit of fun. His amber eyes pressing yours to look at him, his strong arms pulling you flush against him so he could whisper softly into your ear. The heat of his breath against your ear, “ you know, I’ve been meaning to fuck you in the garden”, he rasped. A small giggle filling the space between you both as you pictured him atop you in the place you first met.
Many moons ago you had found yourself kneeled within the growing foliage, plucking through the fragrant plants, many usable for the healing pastes the Tsahik had requested. That day too was a blistering heat that left you slick with sweat and against your better judgement had led you to the clearing with a deep pond. Your legs splashing against the water, cooling your skin being your only priority. You had missed the gasp leaving the future Olo’eyktan’s lips, his large bow in hand as he caught fish for the day. He was quiet, a silent presence that had gone unnoticed until you rolled yourself over onto your stomach. His large body coming into view as you pressed yourself further into the grass.
Eyes wide, you could feel your bones jolt, startling your heart as you took in his taller form. He was now a bit closer, and you jolted up standing in front of him.
“I-i’m so sorry Neteyam”, a formal greeting stumbling from your hands as you rushed to leave. He was quick to grasp your wrist pulling you back into the clearing. His gentle hand was warm against your own now, pulling you to the spot he had been fishing.
“Would you maybe want to help me catch some fish?”, his confident voice sounded out into the clearing, his smile bright as he persuaded you. He was sweet in all forms and had captured your beating heart, taking it for his own. And well you had unknowingly always had his, him only waiting for the perfect moment to position and take aim.
That day had now been a distant memory until his sweet lips pressed against your own and so you obliged because fun with Neteyam almost always meant tired limbs, swollen lips, slick skin, and euphoria in the Garden.
You sighed, your fingers now rough against your bud, pressing to get yourself close to where he had you much faster. The soft covers, caressing every part of your exposed skin, your sleep mat scratching against your toes. Long sighs slip past your lips, quiet but deliberate as you worked yourself up.
Your accumulating slick was a pungent smell in the air as it trickled down, begging you to touch your most intimate place and you did, slipping two fingers between the soft folds and pumping into yourself at a desperately slow pace.
Neteyam made a habit of teasing you and although you lacked patience in most things in life, he was something you could wait for. He always took care of you, whispering sweet nothings as you begged and pleaded, and then mercilessly giving you exactly what you wanted as you keeled over into oblivion.
You knew you could hold out much longer with just your own touch and so your other hand began to rub and pinch against your bud in tandem with the now steady pump of your fingers.
Your desperate sighs had become deliberate moans that slipped past your lips before you could hold them and you could faintly hear his voice, “you sound so beautiful ma yawne. My sweet girl, we’re almost there”, he’d muttered and you called out to him in the silence of your tent as you did out in the ample space of the Garden.
His name being the only words that you could form through your hoarse throat.
You were so very close, your body pleading with your hands to be his, he would have you there by now, spasming against his body as your third orgasm was pulled from you, your measly fingers now not being enough to push you over the edge, even once.
As your fingers worked faster, quite harshly against your walls, so close to that spongy dip, shuttering breaths pushing past your lips, your voice softly began to beg and plead for Neteyam.
He was much farther away, across High Camp, in his family tent that sat almost at the heart of the cavern, right next to the healing hut for the Tsahik. Your tent being on the outskirts, hidden from view for most and only visible to the ikrans that fly past.
In due time you both planned to move him into the tent, weaving together new space to forge the home you’d share until you both parted to Eywa, except your time had recently been spent catching up on teachings in the healing hut, and Neteyam taking on the overflowing needs of The People.
He gave himself entirely to The People when he was in their presence, but he always gave his everything and more when he was just with you.
You could smell him now, his lingering scent of sunkissed grass and tree bark waft from his blanket pushed far off to the side of the hut. Your now sporadic body edging over to any sense of comfort, and as your long limbs began to spread apart, uncoiling, desperately looking for a new angle, you could still feel the way his hands gripped roughly against your hips, crescent moons sinking deep into your skin, forever claiming your body as his.
Your body had bounced , slamming down back into his hips, melodic slaps snapping through the songs of nature nearby. His body jolting up into yours as you both chased each others high. His groans sounded out, against your ear as he pressed you fully against his chest.
“I need you… more, please..just a little more”, you gasped pressing your swollen lips against his, pulling his bottom lip until it snapped back into place.
That set his pace to a harsh pound, barreling up into your burning hips as a sore ache began to form on the underside of your thighs. Your body sobbed as you both reached your peak together, crying out to each other for more.
The shade of the cherry tree above you cooled your heated skin as your palpitating heart synced to a slow rhythm with his. The soft grass below danced across your toes as the cool breeze whisked through the bright garden.
His heavy breathes above you steadied and you could feel his strong arms tighten, pulling you flush against him.
“How did that feel my love”, he’d whispered, your sensitive ears flicking against the warm gusts of air.
You all but whined back, the scratchy part of your throat refusing to cooperate as you tried to respond. Always a bit whiny after cumming, you couldn’t help but sag into his strong arms, head tucked between his moist neck and purple bruised collarbone.
A sly smile appearing as you began to skim your lips against the protruding bone, spontaneous kisses and slight sucks, causing the purple bruises to double in size.
Soft moans glided from his lips, his callused hands gliding down your back, a harsh grip onto your ass as the other made its way to your front for another round of fun.
That sudden burn that coiled like a tightly wound bow had come again. The ache of your fingers spurring you on, faster, deeper, until you were spasming harshly, arched back high in the air as you pushed your body over the edge. You were delirious now, stuttering moans slipping unceremoniously from your lips as your fingers twitched, pushing against your walls.
Your bleary unfocused eyes, crossed as you peaked, your head lolling over to face the door of your hut as the flap slid open. A cold gust of air had pushed past the incoming figure and it further stimulated your soaked core and peaked nipples.
Your sharp gasps pierced the now deep silence, your chest rising and falling harshly as you aimed to catch your breath.
His deep voice reached your dazed ears a moment later causing a soft whine to seep from your pursed lips “my sweet sweet girl, you didn’t get enough today”. His sharp canines peeked from his smiling lips and his body naturally bowed into a crouch as if he was stalking his prey.
Large hands began to trace your legs, a mind numbingly slow pace that made them shake harshly against his light touch. He was so close to your core, grasping onto your thighs with a vice grip, pulling your eyes to meet his eyes.
Amber eyes piercing your own as you began to beg. Another desperate whine “Ma teyam pls, I-i need it, I n-need you-u”, soft whimpers slipping from your lips as you clawed at your now damp hair.
You could barely focus in on your surroundings, hands twisting against the bunched covers beneath you. He was hovering over your entire body, slotting your legs up against the top of his thighs, folding you in half.
“I know babygirl…” he muttered softly against your fluttering ears. You could feel your tail wrap tightly around his thigh, holding him in place against your slick skin.
Soft nips of his canines dug harshly into your neck and you moaned at the sensual sting that persisted after as he kissed down, nipping against your chest.
“I won’t make you wait long, love. I’ll give you what you need, but first… “ he whispered against your lips, devouring the very breath pressing to escape.
He was kissing down your chest, a soft suckle on one of your nipples before he was shifting down past your navel. Soft, wet kisses, paired with dark purple bruises from earlier todays fun.
“just a little taste”, he whined, sniffing the strong air of your cunt right in front of him. Animalistic grunts sounded out into the air as he took your supple form in.
Your long body glowed pink in the dark night , warm to the touch and a slight sheen from your sweat and the accumulating slick of your arousal.
He was slow, teasing you once again as feather light kisses pressed against your light pink folds. The urge to shift your legs, holding him against your core had you slowly casing his freshly braided hair in. But he was strong, his grip tightening against your wet thighs, pushing you wide open for him to admire.
“Be patient yawne , I got you”, he mumbled, resuming his soft exploration of kisses against your folds, your pulsing bud, and your desperate hole that twitched with need.
“Fingers, Ma teyam!! I need you…NOW”, you sobbed, your hoarse voice clashing against the nights silence. You needed him desperately, your aching hips twitching against his flat tongue licks.
He was entranced now, pleasing you with his tongue, setting a teasing pace against your sweet spot. You could feel the burn of his bright eyes watching you. Your supple breasts rising with shaky breaths, pebbled nipples hard as he pinched and rubbed against them.
He felt everywhere, hot against your skin, burning within your core. Sticky fingers now lovingly pressing against your overstimulated bud.
You were wrecked, a jumbled mind that desperately wanted release, but was already far too gone over the cliff to handle the euphoria.
Teetering off the new edge, Neteyam was making love to your core, slurping up your cum as you shook harshly against his form. Your incessant sobs barreled out of you at the same pace his long fingers pumped against your gummy walls.
Neteyam couldn’t focus, your plea for him to stop pushing him to give more. He couldn’t stop, he wanted you to whine for him, weakly run away as you did within the garden. He needed you to be drunk off him and only him.
“you’re gonna look so pretty with my cum leaking from you”, he rasped. Forcing himself from your core, his hot breaths dancing against your center, causing you to whine from the overstimulating pleasure again.
You were pudding in his hands, molding yourself to the floor as he flipped you over to your front. This was your favorite position to have him, second only to facing him, chest to chest as he moaned loving phrases into your lips, neck, and chest.
Your pliable form moved wherever he desired, your plump ass being pushed into the air, spreading yourself for him to see in the seemingly bright glow of the moon.
You could feel his warmth leave you, a tiny whimper escaping as you inch your body back to contact. He could only admire your gorgeous form so open for him. Your glossed eyes watched him, shaking your ass in a sensual sway, calling him back to you.
“your gorgeous, yawne”, “I can’t wait to have you, fully”, “ oh eywa I need you “, he was delirious now, mumbling into your scattered braids all his inner thoughts. He couldn’t wait till you were his. In every form that nature intended, that Eywa would bless, so he could have a direct stream to your thoughts and you to his. He could give you everything, his babies, him, naturally.
You could feel him, large and warm, pressed roughly against your core. Gliding between your folds as you moaned, gripping harshly for the scattered remains of your disheveled bedding. Pressing your bruised chest into your rough sleep mat for grounding.
“Nete- ahh baby”, you gasped as you felt him push slowly.
Your body tossed, restless as he wrestled against your tight walls, pulsing against his own urgent need to be deep within you.
Delirious pleasure hit when he began to thrust roughly against your body, jerking you harshly against the ground as he had against the cherry tree in the garden.
He couldn’t wait, the powerful need to give in to your eyes silent pleas to give you his cum, over and over again.
“this feels like our first time all over again” you gasped. Within that same garden, he had been soft at first, a little lost in the act, nervous even. But eager to please and a quick leaner. He had become desperate to get you to cum and by the end of it, your were drunk off him, his mouth, his dick, everything.
His breath was stifling as he hid within your neck, his freshly done braids tangling within your own.
“ooooo over. and. over. again”, he moaned into you. He couldn’t believe that he had you. He had you whenever he needed you, and whenever you sauntered over to him, naturally claiming him for the taking, you’d have him.
He was barreling over the edge now, your head craned back as you pressed back into his hard chest. Your tightly wound body working in tandem with his tempo, milking his coming climax to the very edge of his breaking point.
Your begging sounded out between harsh gasps “ Nete- tey…ah….ahh…oouu ”, your voice drifted, succumbing to your own pleasure first.
His abdomen tightened, hips deliriously pumping into you as you reached back stroking the base of his kuru. Whimpers floating out his lips, and into your skin as you squeezed against him. His heaven was cracking as the familiar coil wound to its breaking point. The collapse causing his rhythm to stutter and spasm recklessly in you, his body weight pressing heavily against your own heated form.
Coming down from both your highs, you could feel his harsh breaths beating against your shoulder. His hard body pressing further into you as he slumped over on top of you.
And as usual he was the first to speak.
“Tell me h-how my nature feels.”
Authors Note: I really hope you enjoyed this, I finished this Drabble first and was so excited to post it but didn’t want smut to be my first story post. Hopefully it’s not to confusing that she floats in and out of the present. Overall I really enjoyed writing it and hope you all like it too. Let me know😉
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khrystyav · 4 months
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There are only 99 days left until the release of the Netflix series of “Avatar: the last airbender” 🫡
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thecapybara526 · 1 year
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Master List:
Series:
A Drop in the Ocean
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The Mazer Runner :
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AVATAR (2009) · dir. James Cameron
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areislol · 1 year
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courtship─in which neteyam attempts to court a human.
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SYNOPSIS. you and neteyam both have a crush on each other, a deep one to be exact. but in order for you to be his (and him to be yours), he needs to court you. WARNINGS. fem. human! reader, aged up characters(19)!! mentions of blood, slight jealousy, MAJOR fluff!! size difference obvi, slightly suggestive in some, nothing else that i know of
STATUS. on going//wont be updating frequently due to work lurking behind me everyday.
EXTRA. this is ib @hinataashoyos's tsu'tey series so i highly recommend you guys to read her work, it's amazing and beautifully written!! ideas are always welcome for the next series, all the "synopsis, warnings, etc" layout is ib @/versadies (the bold letters and period) [titles may change!!] more might be added in the navi.
what a show off (one) PROLOUGE chances (two) nothing is lost (three) im not sure how late, but i'll be there (four) just you and me (five) i will always wait for you
more depending on how much support this series gets. the beautiful image in the header is made by @neteyummy
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