#neteyam reader

[maverickbabes]

1 + 1 = 3

1 + 1 = 3

Ole'ekytan!Neteyam! x Pregnant!Tsahik!female!reader

Neteyam is 28 and Reader is 26

Warnings: contractions, amniotic fluid (water breaking), unknowningly going into labor, cursing, tsaheylu, worried Neteyam, fluff and cute ending.

Summary: You were helping Mo'at doing tsahik things when suddenly you start to feel pain (contractions) in your abdomen, not knowing your water broke and you're in labor.

prrnen - baby/infant yawne - beloved mawey - calm

tisraw - pain sraw - painful oe tisraw - I'm in pain

yawntutsyìp - darling

You waddled towards the hut where Mo'at was, carrying a basket full of herbs and flowers against your hip. A sharp pain shoots through your abdomen and you dropped the basket then placed your hand on your bump as you grabbed the doorway frame for stability.

"Ooo okay little one" You said letting out a shaky breath while rubbing your bump. "Y/n. What is it? What's wrong?" Mo'at questions as she rushes over to your side. "Nothing Mo'at, just a small cramp is all" You assured her as you knelt down to pick up the basket before walking into the hut.

A few minutes go by and you are sitting on the mat, crushing up some herbs while Mo'at sort the flowers to their designated jar. Small sharp pains pop up every now and then but they only last for a few seconds so you thought nothing of it.

they were just small cramps, nothing else. right?

Another huge sharp pain shoots through your abdomen causing you to groan in pain as you hunch over, trying to relieve any of the pain. Mo'at turns and comes to your side as she places her hands on your bump. She closes her eyes and gasps in shock.

"What Mo'at, what is it? Is prrnen okay?" You asked worried that something was wrong. "Prrnen is coming" Mo'at says quick and you watch her hastily grab the supplies she needed. You open your mouth to say something but another contraction hit you making you buckle over.

"Come, we must get to your hut" She says putting your arm around her shoulders so you have some leverage. You guys practically sped walk back to you and Neteyam's shared hut, where you overhear Mo'at telling one of the na'vi to get their Ole'ekytan.

You let out a groan as you leaned on the pole for support while the contraction hits you. "You must lay on the mat dear child" She says and you give her a quick nod as she helps you down onto the mat. "Where's Neteyam I can't do this without him" You ask through gritted teeth while Mo'at sets out her supplies around you two. "Mawey child" Mo'at says then places her hand on your arm.

As if on cue, Neteyam comes bursting through the front entrance flap with a worried look on his face. "Oh ma yawne" He says quickly closing the flap as he rushes to your side then kneels down immediately grabbing your hand. "Ma 'teyam" You say then cry out as you squeeze his hand hard.

"Drink this" Mo'at instructs, putting the cup to your lips and tilting it as you drank the liquid. Mo'at begins to untie your loincloth while Neteyam looks at you and moves the stray hairs out of your face. "AHHH" You screamed out as you dug your nails into your mate's hand. Neteyam winces as he feels your nails dig into his flesh

fuck he was not excepting that

Mo'at checks how dialeted you are and smiles "It is time" She murmurs and you both nod your heads in unison. "Okay y/n I need you to take a deep breath then push for me" Mo'at instructs and you give her a small nod before taking a deep breath and started pushing. "Ahhhh" You let out as you let your head fall back, tears streaming down your cheeks while Neteyam gives you small kisses.

"Just a few more pushes for me sweet child" Mo'at encourages you and you brought your head back up to look at her. "I can't do it" You whimpered as you cried and Neteyam grabs your chin then turns your head in his direction.

"You can do it yawntutsyìp, I know you can. Just a few more pushes then we can meet our child" He reassures you and you give him a weak smile before taking a deep breath and used all your strength in this push. The sound of a baby cries filled the air and you let out a exasperated sigh as the tears flow freely.

"A beautiful baby girl" Mo'at says in awe as she hands the newborn to you. "Oh my, she's perfect" You whispered and Neteyam looks over to see his beautiful baby girl. Mo'at gets up and leaves the hut, making sure the front flap was closed to give you two privacy.

Neteyam sniffles then smiles as he grabs your chin then leans down giving you passionate kiss. "We have a baby girl" You tell him smiling and he gently grabs his daughter's tiny hand and nods. "We have a baby girl" He repeats and you both chuckle as you two admire your guys beautiful daughter.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

✧ Summary~ the boys show you how much trouble your attitude is gonna get you into

✧ Warnings~ Oral (m receiving), thigh fucking, lotts of degrading, praising, readers a smart ass but teyam shuts her down, dom! Teyam and So’lek, soft(ish)dom! lo’ak, choking, size kink, fingering, marking, mentions of punishment, cliffhanger, foursome, polyamorous relationships, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, and enjoy <33

✧ Translations~ Yawntutsyìp- Darling, little loved one, Tìyawn-love,

Your mates were all too familiar with your little “bratty episodes”, as lo’ak liked to call them. So familiar that over time, they figured out how to deal with them. But whenever you pushed too far, they would just give you a look. A look that told you to run.

So you did.

Your lungs were burning, limbs growing fatigued and weak with every step. You don’t even know how long you’ve been running for, but obviously not long enough for them to lose sight of you. Even if they did give you a 20 second head start.

The ruffles and creaks that came from the trees above you told you that two of the three of your mates were above you. Your legs pushed you faster at the realization of the only two footsteps you picked up on. ‘Where is he?’ Your mind wandered, scanning the area around you before making a sharp turn towards a nearby tree that lead to a secret path that you thought no one knew about.

You thought no one knew about it.

But that’s when you were proven wrong because of the all too familiar chest you collided with as you turned that corner, a sharp hiss leaving you at the pain stinging at your nose. You turn your gaze up slowly to see who you hit, but apparently you didn’t have to, since the ikran claw necklace that was staring right back at you told you all that you needed to know.

“Hey,mamas” the most cocky grin covered his face.

Tears filled in your eyes, not because of fear, but because of frustration. Your attempts at trying to outsmart them failed,and you knew they were going to push you to your absolute limits until you realize why you’re wrong. “Let me go. That wasn’t a fair chase and you know that, Lo’ak. You-“

“Enough.” The thick, roughness of Neteyams heavy accent made you jump, his presence startling you slightly. Lo’ak turned you around quicker before you could protest, pressing your back snug against his chest so that you were facing the two men infront of you.

They had the same smirk on their faces, making a mixture of anger and heat bundle in your core. No matter how much they irritated you, they turned you on all the same. “You put up quite the chase, yawntutsyìp, too bad we caught you so fast though.” Solek taunts, walking closer to you so he can run his fingers over your heaving chest, pinching and squeezing your breast roughly.

You bite back a whimper at the feeling, instead settling for a witty little comment instead. “Awh, do you want a sticker? Or do you want me to make you guys some cookies for being such good hunters?” Lo’ak giggled quietly at your response,but So’lek and neteyam? Eywa. You swear you could see steam coming out of their ears.

You open you mouth to say something else but you’re stopped by neteyams hand on your neck. Your faces were inches apart, his braids fell effortlessly over his shoulders and there was a deep scowl that was embedded in his features. “I said that’s enough, did I not?” His question was rhetorical, but you nodded ‘yes’ anyway.

He yanks your face somehow closer to his, growling lowly. “Use your words, babygirl.”

“Yes, you did, teyam..” you whimper.

“Hm. That’s what I thought. On your knees, now.” You aren’t even given time to respond before lo’ak takes his hands off of your arms and pushes you down onto your knees, now standing infront of you and not behind you.

A mixture of nerves and arousal pooled in your belly at the sight of all three of their huge bulges infront of you. “Relax, mama. You’ll be fine.” Lo’ak coos as he places his hand on the top of your head, the other slowly untying his loincloth. Just the sight of them looking down at you has your loincloth a mess, the hunger in their eyes awakening something primal in you.

You felt neteyam snake his hand under your jaw before he turned it towards him, rubbing the tip of his now unclothed dick against your lips. “Open.” You followed his orders automatically, sticking your tongue out and opening your mouth as wide as you could so he could use you.

Every moan and whimper that came from you made him shudder, making his thrust get sloppier. “Mhm, still can’t keep quiet even when I’m using you like this? What a noisy slut.” He murmured, eyes never leaving your tear filled ones. You glance over to the other two to see they were slowly stroking themselves as neteyam used you, tips giving a never ending stream of precum the longer they touched.

You whine softly at the sight, wanting so badly to taste their bittersweetness on your tongue, but instead you opted for (barely) wrapping your hands around them and repeating their pace. A low moan came from the both of them when your soft hand closed around their leaking dicks, making the coil in their stomachs tighten.

“Such a pretty little whore for us, yawntutsìp. Just one cock isn’t enough for you, hon? Always need three to make you satisfied, hm?.” You heard So’lek whisper before he closed his hand around your own, using it how he wanted, lo’ak doing the same to your other hand.

A muffled, “mhm..” leaves your throat, but it turns into a broken sob when Neteyam pushes his whole length into the hot, tightness of your mouth sitting there for a moment to rest into the feeling before slowly continuing his thrusts on your sensitive mouth. The sensation of him trying to get as deep into your mouth as possible has your whole body going warm and pussy leak, causing you to tighten your grip on So’lek and Lo’ak.

Each of your ears were filled with the all the little soft gags and whimpers, squelching noises, that left the four of you. You could tell they were all close because of how rough they were getting with you, and how each of their bodies seemed to grow needier and needier.

“Fuck, mama..squeezin’ me so tight..this how you want me to fuck you, tìyawn? Hm?” Lo’ak questioned, making Neteyam pull out of you mouth reluctantly and turn your face towards his brother, all three of them groaning and speeding up their pace at the sight of the spit that flowed out of your mouth and connected you to neteyams cock.

You leave soft kisses all over Lo’aks weeping tip, sucking whatever else of his juices came out of it greedily. He damn near sobs when he feels the warmth of your mouth around his tip, threading his long fingers through your hair and tugging harshly so your lips had no choice but to leave his cock.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl..” he whispered, taking your hand and wrapping it around his girthy cock, fucking into your palm mercilessly. “..this how you want me to fuck you? Hm?” A lazy, ‘yes,sir’ leaves your lips, earring you a quiet ‘good girl’ from him before he lets go of your hair, giving you the chance to put your mouth back onto him.

“Then make all of us cum, and I will, mama. You’re already being such a good girl for us, you can do it.” He coos, encouraging you to take all of him into your mouth, setting a deep, steady pace before you feel his hot, thick cum shooting towards the back of your throat. The feeling makes you moan loudly(or as loud as you could get with Neteyam in your throat.) as you closed your thighs together only to be stopped by So’lek holding your hips up so he can fuck into your already closed thighs, sending you a few more thrust before covering your thighs and the ground beneath you in his cum. The same warmth sliding down your back as neteyam came with a broken moan.

All that could be heard was heavy pants and quiet curses/praises that left each of their lips as they came down from their highs. Once they fully relaxed, Lo’ak and So’lek pulled away from you as neteyam picked you up and place you on his lap. The warmth of his body was lulling you into sleep, feeling your body already giving out on you, and almost forgetting the throbbing that was coming from your legs. Almost.

Until lo’ak rubbed small circles on your clit, sliding one finger into you effortlessly as Neteyam bit down on the soft skin of your neck. Yelps and whimpers fell from your lips with every suck and nip they left on your body, causing So’lek to let out a pleased hum before cupping your face lovingly.

“Don’t fall asleep on us now, yawntutsyìp. You know we can’t let you fall asleep without knowing you’ve learned your lesson.”

A/N~ I’m so so soooo sorry this took so long, I didn’t mean to keep my babies waiting, I’ve js been spending time with all of my pookies. But it’s time to spend time with my pookies on here, so this is my lil im sorry gift for yall😚 I hope you guys enjoyed this!! Stay safe and hydrated babies, love you!!

Duces🫶🏽,

Luvv4j4ybe11

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[mcverse]

Don’t ever romanticize abuse and toxic relationships like u did with neteyam and forcing the reader to forgive him because he loved her. He is a serial abuser

Came back to drop this—

Baby I think Yanderes are hot so that might tell you some bout me.. but besides that weird fact, I know when to draw a line between reality and fiction. I would never be in a toxic relationship or be okay with anyone in one. It’s strictly writing. I’m confused how he’s a serial abuser, however, when he only abused reader though??

[s0urw00lfsrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[itshelia]

My mom to her friends, my aunts, and literally everyone she knows: Yeah, my kid is so smart. She is on her phone a lot of the time, but it's not like you guys think, She is not like how kids nowadays are, She reads a lot of books on her phone!!

Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:

[neteyawne]

Toruk Makto's son, Neteyam Sully, is your secret lover...!

Neteyam—your dear boyfriend, has been staring at you all night.

It's another nightly celebration amongst the Na'vi, and the clan is gathered around various fires lit as family and friends tell each other stories and tales.

Neteyam was your secret boyfriend.

As the son of your infamous clan leader, he was expected to be perfect. Stay absolutely in line and make no mistakes. He had no time for distractions.

But for you, he made an exception.

And he couldn't be happier. Yes, stealing glances at you and sneaking away with your smiling face is worth it all. The thrill and happiness he feels with you will forever remain unmatched. It was like his heart was finally living. The dull thump inside now a lively drum that beats to the sound of your soul.

"Neteyam."

He pulls away from the kiss breathless, his braids tossed over his shoulder and a smile in his eyes as he looked at you. He loved it when you said his name like that—

"Hmm?"

He doesn't give you a chance to even try and respond, because he's pressing his lips all over your mouth and face as you squirm and squeal under him

"Neteyam—!"

He laughs, gently tugging you onto the green ground beneath him as you huff. He kisses your pouting lips before positioning you on his legs so you're comfortable.

"Yes. What is wrong?"

He's smiling softly even as his finger taps mindlessly against your hip, and you let out a quiet sigh—not wanting to speak the words but knowing you had to.

"It's getting late. Your family will notice you're gone." You scold lightly, gently tracing the stripes on his chest idly as he shifts under you with a rare grin that stretched over the entirety of his face

"So? They're all fine, I am not needed right now. I will explain later—"

"What? That you were busy with me?" You say, pinching your brows with a sigh as he laughs. You didn't want Neteyam to get in trouble, but he could be so stubborn sometimes.

He's quiet after a bit, and you realize he's in deep thought when he stares off into the trees, tilting his head up towards the darkening sky before he turns to you

"I... I'd just like to stay here with you for a while longer. Is that okay?"

Your heart melts at the sight of his hopeful smile.

"And you think I want to leave you?" You murmur against his lips as he grins, cradling the back of your head in the palm of his hand as he presses a soft kiss onto your forehead

"No."

You're leaning back onto his chest after a while, watching the sun's rays twinkle out of sight as the stars rise—the night comes slowly but surely, and there isn't a single other soul in the world Neteyam would watch the moon with rather than you.

[maverickbabes]

Stay quiet

Stay quiet

Aged!up!Neteyam Sully x female!navi!reader!

Neteyam is 25 and Reader is 23

Warnings: blow job, praise kink, petnames: princess/kitten/babygirl, some cussing

Summary: Y/n and Neteyam were out in the woods and she decides to surprise him with something ;)

1k Special

"Y/n wait up!" Neteyam says chuckling as he picks up his pace just to keep up with you. You start to slow down once you felt like you guys were far away from the village.

You had a little gift for Neteyam

You turned around to see Neteyam smiling at you as he stood there, looking at you lovingly. "Stay quiet Neteyam" you whispered as you slowly start to go down on your knees. "W-What are you doing princess?" Neteyam asks as he sees you play with his song cord.

"Kitten remember what I said we can't do this here we'll get caught" Neteyam half moans half whispers as his eyes gaze down at you. "Shh" you said smirking as you untied his loincloth, letting it pool at his feet.

"Fucking hell princess look so good kneeling in front of me" Neteyam praises as he places a hand on the side of your face, intertwining his fingers in your braids. You could feel your mouth water just from looking at his harden length.

You slowly start to pump it slowly, spitting in your hand for some leverage. "Fuck babygirl" Neteyam moans softly as he leans on the tree for support. Once you felt like you stroked him enough, you slowly brought your lips to the tip of his cock, kitty licking it slowly.

"Oh great Eywa" Neteyam whimpers as his chest rises up and down. You couldn't stop the smile from forming on your lips as you watch him already unravel just from your tongue. Slowly, you put his cock into your mouth, looking up at him as you do so. Neteyam gasps as he feels your wet lips wrap around his hard cock.

"Kitten fuck just like that" Neteyam moans and you enjoyed his reactions as you slide your lips along his hard cock, slowly gliding your tongue along the bottom of his shaft. "Holy shit" He says as you start to see his legs shake a little.

You let out a moan with his dick in your mouth, causing vibrations to shoot up throughout his whole body, earning a whimper from him. "Please please baby don't stop" He pants as he closes his eyes and grabs onto your hair, pulling on it which caused you to moan deeply.

"You're doing such a good job for me" He praises and you look up at him, quickening your pace. "God damn princess, just like that" He groans as he starts pushing your head, causing his dick to go deeper and deeper. You let out a gag and looked up at him to see him smirking down at you.

"You're the one who started this so finish it like a good girl" He tells you and you couldn't help but get wet from that statement. You could feel him get close so you start to play with his balls, needing them gently in your hand while the other hand rested on his firm thigh.

He pushes your head to where his dick was almost all the way down your throat, shooting his seed deep inside your mouth. Once he was done he slowly pulls his length out of your mouth and you take a gasp of air before looking at him.

"Now it's your turn princess"

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Hey pookies🥰,

I’m making the most nastiest,toe curling, back arching fic about femhuman!reader riding neteyams abs..who wanna be tagged in it?😏

[lilaccmilk]

“i can fix him”

“i can make him worse”

good for you. i, however, can will fuck him so hard that he literally forgets he was ever fucked up.

[s0urw00lfsrants]

Being a girl is pt.2: deciding you’ve read enough fics for the moment and swiping out of the app just to re-open tumblr or open wattpad/ao3

[byunpum]

Scent

Pair: Tsu'tey x Human Reader ( jake human sister )

Warning: A little spicy, tsu'tey (in my opinion) being curious.

Note: Me posting something, knowing I've ignored my tumblr for months. Bye~!

After the war, life for tsu'tey had been very quiet. Everything was back to normal, well almost everything. A large number of humans decided to settle in Pandora and close to the clan. The idea of having humans among the clan was not pleasant to him, for him they were a bit unpleasant. They were strange, everything they did was strange to him. And the most disturbing thing to him was the scent the humans gave off. The Na'vi had a highly developed sense of smell and the strange scent of humans was not pleasant for him. They always tried to use some scents to disguise their scent of origin, according to Jake it was “perfumes and soaps”. Tsu'tey didn't think it was cool to use those things. But there was one scent which had caught all his attention. And the owner of that scent came from you.

The first time tsu'tey registered your scent, was when he happened to pass by jake's side. He was talking to one of those humans. But as soon as he walked by you, he stopped dead in his tracks. The scent he was smelling was something… amazing. He felt a shiver run down his spine, he couldn't understand where the smell was coming from. It wasn't until jake tapped him on the shoulder, and introduced them. Tsu'tey turns to look at you. You smiled warmly back at him, giving him the 'I see you' sign. Tsu'tey caught on a little too late, he was so immersed in the scent you were giving off that he barely listened to what Jake was saying. He couldn't believe that you were the carrier of that peculiar scent. From that day on, tsu'tey did everything he could to be by your side.

It got to the point that he didn't care about the comments they made, it was strange to see a man like tsu'tey behind a human. Always trying to help you, or try to talk to you even for a couple of seconds, he had to smell your scent at least once a day. He was becoming obsessed, and if his little obsession was not dying down. He began to notice how your scent became stronger when he was around you. It had to be that reason, because on one of the occasions he came to talk to you. You were talking to neytiri, and he could feel how your scent was the usual one. But as soon as neytiri left you alone, he could feel it getting more and more potent. He was going crazy and he knew it. It wasn't healthy, what he was creating for you. You were supposed to be a human, he wouldn't have to find you attractive or desirable…but here he is. If you asked him to kiss your feet he would do it, even if you asked him to kill someone and let him put his nose in your neck sweet spot for only 5 minutes or less, he would do it.

On the other hand, you were oblivious to this situation. You thought tsu'tey was very kind and gentlemanly. He was always helping you, and available to you. You liked the attention he gave you. Besides…tsu'tey was painfully handsome. You liked him from head to toe, you found him beautiful. And having him this close wasn't helping you much. But you enjoyed his company…there was just a nice friendship between the two of you.

That particular day, tsu'tey could smell your scent from far away, he could tell you were about 30 feet away from him. And he could recognize it was you, turning around to see you approaching him with a basket in your hands. “Hello!!!” you greet him, smiling at him. You were hurting his senses, because if it were up to him he would have already dragged you into his arms. You looked very pretty, in the traditional na'vi clothing. Tsu'tey scanned you up and down, laughing a little. “Do you like it? Neytiri gave me this outfit…she made it for me” you speak, taking a quick turn. “I'm surprised at how well it suits you “tsu'tey says, looking at you again. But now with more determination, the little clothing gave freedom to your scent to be released all over the place, he was getting nervous. “Yeah…she says I should wear more family stuff…you know, since jake is my brother and he is now…” you stop talking, when you notice that the man is barely paying attention to you. “Tsu'tey…are you okay?” you ask, waving your hand in his face. Snapping tsu'tey out of his stasis. He laughs nervously, settling more on his feet. “Yes, sorry. You were saying?” tsu'tey sees you laugh.

“I was going to ask you if you could help me pick some berries…the ones near the river. You know they're a little tall…and I need help” you speak, tsu'tey doesn't think for a second and goes to help you. Getting up from the ground, he starts walking towards the river. The walk from the village to the river was about 15 minutes. When you arrived you both decided that the best thing to do was to pick the berries that were on top of some branches, besides it was much more private for you. Your very presence in the clan could be a bit intimidating for some na'vi. And this was an area where they used to come frequently. Tsu'tey helped you up, placing his hands on your waist, to get you up easily. But not before bringing his face close to your back, sniffing you. Closing his eyes, enjoying your scent. It was a momentary thing, when you climb up the branch. “Are you coming?” you keep walking towards where the berries were. “Yes…I'm coming” tsu'tey swallows hard, trying to control himself.

Tsu'tey helps you for a while, picking the prettiest berries that were on the highest leaves. Sitting down to rest, and to watch you pick in the other corner. You turn and give him a smile. Tsu'tey smiles back. Aside from the fact that the man was obsessed with your essence, he liked the way you were. You were the opposite of your brother. You were calm and quiet. You didn't do risky things and avoided getting into trouble. Tsu'tey enjoyed your company, and he was sure you did too. He could feel it. “These berries are so sweet” you speak, approaching where tsu'tey was sitting. “Yes…and this is their best season” tsu'tey speaks, but is puzzled when you sit down in front of him. You sit in front of him, cross-legged. This new position makes your scent much stronger than at other times. Freezing in his seat, his eyes widen.

However, you keep talking as if nothing is wrong. You are placing the basket next to you, taking some berries to clean them. You can tell, you were the only one talking, tsu'tey might be silent, but he wasn't talking at all. You look up and you can see that he was different. He was looking at you seriously, his pupils were dilated, his posture was straight, his ears were up and so was his tail. You could notice that his breathing was agitated, and although his look seemed to be one of discomfort… you knew it was not. It was one more of lust, you could see how he was swallowing hard. “Tsu'tey?” you speak softly, getting her attention.

“What's wrong with you? Are you ok?” you ask, tsu'tey doesn't answer you, and keeps looking at you. Analyzing your whole body, your scent was ambushing him. It was too strong for him, too sweet. And now with your new outfit you were not helping him. “Why do you smell like that?” says tsu'tey in a serious tone. You grow more nervous, closing your legs out of instinct. The look on tsu'tey's face at this moment was intimidating, but not in the bad way. “I have a bad smell?” you begin to smell your hand, as you watch tsu'tey approach you. Placing his hands on the ground of the branch, leaning a little over you. To now be much closer to you. “Don't do it” tsu'tey places his hand on your knee, moving it to the side. Causing your legs to spread for him. You watch as he closes his eyes, and sighs deeply. Your heart wanted to pound out of your chest, he was getting so much closer to you. “You have a scent…delicious” tsu'tey moves over your body, getting closer to your neck. Pressing his nose to your neck, breathing deeply. Words didn't come out of your mouth, you were surprised tsu'tey didn't use to behave like this with you. Well with anyone…and now he was almost on top of you. Balancing on his hands, sniffing your neck.

Tsu'tey felt so out of control, it was like he couldn't control what he was doing. He was feeling anxious, he wanted to know where that scent that was driving him crazy was coming from. Slowly moving down as he sniffed your skin, down your chest until he reached your breasts. Breathing hard again, to continue, the only thing you could do was to stay still. -T-tsu” your voice is interrupted when you see that tsu'tey had already reached your lower belly, stopping for a moment. At this moment tsu'tey was crouched over you, very close to his goal. He gave you a quick glance, and if you had to be realistic his look was one of hunger. As if no one could stop him, though you didn't plan to. Tsu'tey wouldn't get that far, would he. It was then, when he decided to go a little lower. First you thought he was going to smell one of your thighs. But you were wrong, when he went down he parked his face completely in your clothed cunt.

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Your eyes widen in surprise, as you feel him breathing much harder than before. In a quick movement you move your foot towards tsu'tey's face and kick him in the face. This makes him move away. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you yell at him, this is all taking you by surprise. You liked tsu'tey but no one has ever behaved like this before. “What's wrong? I'm just sniffing you” speaks tsu'tey caressing his face a little bit. “What for? And why are you sniffing me…there” you close your legs slowly, but you see how tsu'tey stops you. “Don't close your legs…this is where that rich smell is coming from” tsu'tey says, laughing playfully. “Oh my god, no no” you close your legs tightly. “You're talking about the smell of my parts?” you were more concerned now. “I'm talking about your whole scent, I've never smelled someone with this scent before. No na'vi woman has a scent like this…it's exciting” tsu'tey speaks a little excited. You had never seen him like this, he looked like someone else. He was still very close to you, now he had come completely over you. You were looking up, observing his whole body attitude.

“I have noticed that when I am close to you…or when I touch you” tsu'tey lowers his voice, raising his hand to now touch your thigh, caressing your exposed skin a little. “I can notice how the smell gets stronger…and I love that” tsu'tey lowers his face, moving closer to your face. You push him back, causing tsu'tey to sit back down. You were so embarrassed, tsu'tey was talking about the excitement you felt towards him, like it was nothing. You wanted to bury yourself alive, you were getting so nervous, you didn't know what to say or do to him. “Tsu'tey…but you must not approach him like that. You must ask” you looked down, tsu'tey was looking at you playfully. He is silent for a moment, seeing how you are a little nervous. Squeezing your legs together so nothing would come out. “So…could I smell you a little? “tsu'tey asks. You knew that the attitude tsutey was showing was something without mischief, something he wasn't doing on purpose. It was instinctive on his part.

“I don't know what to tell you…we barely know each other, and yes I really like you” you try to change what you just said but there was a lot going on right now. “I mean…we should wait, yeah?you know what I mean?” you try to make him understand you, it's not like you didn't want tsu'tey between your legs. But it was still too early for that. “Ok… but can I be closer to you?” asks tsu'tey again. You nod with your face, watching as he moves closer to now be literally glued next to you. His tail began to dig into your waist, and he kept looking at you.

Oh my gosh…where have you gotten to. You had to explain to tsu'tey that personal space in humans is much more important than he thinks.

[itshelia]

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

[maverickbabes]

Breathtaking

Breathtaking

Aged!up!Neteyam Sully x female!navi!reader!

Neteyam is 21 and reader is 20

Warnings: Smutty smut, daddy/sir kink, nicknames: princess, babydoll, kitten, slight choking, cussing, eating out, I think that's it

Summary: Neteyam thinks you're breathtaking as he's fucking you senseless.

"Oh great Eywa" You moaned as you felt Neteyam's tongue flattened against your wet core. "Fuck you taste so good princess" Neteyam groans as he held your hips down and continued to eat you out. Every flick of his tongue drove you crazy. "Neteyam please" You begged as you arched your back from the overwhelming pleasure.

"That's not my name" Neteyam growls as he locks eyes with you and kitty licks your pussy. "Daddy please fuck me" You say breathlessly and you could see the smirk on his face as his eyes glowed mischievously. "As you wish my little kitten" Neteyam says as he unties his loincloth, throwing it somewhere in the hut before lining himself up along your core.

Without warning, Neteyam slams himself into you instantly bottoming out. You let out a scream but he wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing it as a way to make you quiet. The scream turned into a moan as you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hand squeezing your throat. "Such a pretty little thing aren't ya?" He praises as he slowly began moving his hips slowly.

"Mmmph" You moan softly, opening your eyes to see his bright yellow eyes looking back at you with such love and dominance. "Faster 'teyam" You whined as you wrapped your legs around his waist, encouraging him to go faster. "Who owns you? Who owns this pretty little pussy?" He growls as he started pounding into you. "YOU DO SIR! ITS ALL YOURS" You screamed loudly followed by a pornographic moan.

"That's it babydoll let them hear how good I make you feel. Let them know who makes you feel this fucking good" Neteyam says as he grips your hips with one hand, the other one on your throat. "All you neteyam, you make me feel this good" You whimpered feeling your orgasm approaching. "I feel you are close, you wanna cum babydoll?" He asks as he slows his thrusts, watching at how your chest rose up and down.

You nod your head fast and Neteyam give you a 'go ahead' look. Your body shook as your orgasm flooded through your whole body. Neteyam was close right after you as he collapsed onto you. breathing heavy. "Absolutely breathtaking" Neteyam whispers against your chest and your ears twitched trying to hear what he said.

"What was that 'teyam?" You ask and he raises his head as he lifts his hand to brush away your braids away from your face. "I said you are absolutely breathtaking, even when I'm fucking you senseless" He says giving you a cheeky smile and you giggled before smacking his arm playfully. "I liked it better when you said I was breathtaking" You tease him and he smirked before giving you a gentle kiss.

"But you look even more breathtaking with me inside you"

[qcswrites]

Okay, you've convinced me haha I'm writing a second part :) This will be set in Neteyam's POV. Might be slightly *spicy* but we'll see👀

Sowing the seeds of love

Synopsis: You have had feelings for Lo’ak for a long time and keep trying to gain his affection. However, Lo’ak is oblivious and takes no notice of your efforts. But someone else does….

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya Reader (Aged 17/18)

Content: Romance, Fluff, Drama, Angst, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Brief description of injury.

Word count: 7.1k

Author's note: It's been a WHILE but I'm back to writing :) Hope you enjoy it! Thanks @vivid-ink for sharing your wonderful work with us :)

Also on AO3: Sowing the seeds of love

It was calm, absorbing work, you thought, as you diligently wrapped the seeds in tìhawnuwll leaves, securing the ends with care so the wrap would not unravel easily. You had woken before dawn and spent the better part of the morning on all fours, gathering every last seed. Now, your limbs ached from your earlier efforts. But…pxorna seeds were his favourite.

“Leyna! Let’s go!” His voice startled you out of your reverie. Knowing what would happen next, you quickly swiped the wrap behind you, opening your arms to receive Txep just as he barrelled into you. He was a boy of only seven years but you still grunted at the force of the impact.

“Txep, careful!” You warned, glancing back at the food wrap you had spent the last hour carefully preparing. He only pouted, “Leyna, you promised!”

“Promised what—” you began, stopping yourself when you remembered that you were meant to be taking Txep out on your ikran today. He was right, you had promised him, you thought ruefully. 

“Txep, I’m sorry, I’ll take you another time, okay?” Your mother, sensing the tantrum that was bound to begin at hearing your words, swooped in, “Come, ma’parultsyip, sa’nu has prepared some yovo fruit for you.” You did not miss the pointed look she shot you over Txep’s shoulder as she gently ushered him over to the pile of peeled yovo fruit.

Looking down guiltily, you resumed your work, carefully arranging the tìhawnuwll leaves around the seeds, sealing the ends of the wrap with some lanutral resin to secure its contents. 

Rising from where you had spent the last hour diligently preparing and wrapping the seeds, you ran a hasty hand across your face, wiping away the beads of perspiration that had gathered there. Your hand stopped at the band holding your hair back, fiddling with the beads, hesitating for a moment before pulling the band in a swift motion, your braids spilling across your back and framing your face. That’s better, you thought with a small smile. Sa’nok had always said you looked prettier with your hair down. 

You reached for the wrap then, bidding your parents a hurried goodbye before climbing gingerly out of your swaynivi.

Your feet nimbly padded across the boughs of kelutral, your body remembering the familiar path by heart. 

Steadying your breaths and patting the wrap secured at your side, you entered the Sully family alcove, greeted immediately by Mo’at, preparing a paste, hands stilling on the pestle when she saw you standing at the archway. 

“Oel ngati kameie, Tsahìk,” you greeted, gazing fondly at the older woman. You had once found the woman painfully unnerving, with her enigmatic smiles and piercing stares. However, having recently become one of Mo’at’s apprentices at her request and spending many moons under her tutelage, you now found comfort in her words and even looked forward to your one-on-one lessons. 

“What brings you here, my child?” she asked. “Has the txumre’ venom caused you trouble?”

“No, Tsahìk, I—” You hesitated, gently removing the wrap from where you had secured it to your body. “I wanted to bring you the pxorna seeds I had gathered earlier.”

“Ah, how kind of you,” replied Mo’at, adding after a short pause, “My grandson is preparing to leave for morning patrol, so you may want to hurry.” She nodded at the food wrap. 

How did she know? Fighting the urge to defend yourself and further incriminate yourself in the process, you hurried past the older woman, not missing the wry smile on her face as she resumed her work. 

Stepping into the main alcove, you finally saw the man you had been waiting to see all morning, whose face had given you strength as you performed the strenuous task of gathering the seeds earlier that morning. 

“Leyna,” Lo’ak greeted, smiling handsomely at you before spotting the wrap in her hand. “Oh, what have you brought with you?”

“Oh nothing, just some pxorna seeds.”

“Pxorna seeds?” For the second time that morning, you felt yourself being pushed back with the force of another’s body as Lo’ak embraced you gleefully. “Oh, Leyna, this is why I love you!”

Great Mother, he really ought not to say such things to people in delicate states. Fighting to steady your racing heart, you patted his back gently, laughing softly at his reaction. “You and your food,” you muttered, unable to stop the fondness from creeping into your voice.

Lo’ak pulled back then to accept the carefully prepared wrap from your hands and looked down at you. You paused, waiting with bated breath as his gaze stilled. Was this the moment you had been waiting for?

“Wiya, I’m going to be late for patrol and Dad’s going to have my head.” Lo’ak turned away sharply from you, breaking the spell. “Sorry, Leyna, we’ll catch up later, okay?”

Nodding mutely, you watched as he checked for the dagger at his side before rushing out of the main alcove without a second glance. Feeling a little like the wind had been knocked out of you, you turned to leave the same way you had come before a voice stopped you. 

“I like pxorna seeds too, you know?” You turned to find Neteyam watching you, his expression inscrutable as always. “Not that you ever asked.”

“There’s enough here for everyone,” you managed, after a long pause. You had played together briefly as children, but it had been a long time since you had spoken at length. Neteyam had always seemed aloof, and the closeness of your families had nothing to ease the distance. 

“You know,” he began. “I love my brother—I would fight a palulukan for him—but he’s a bit of a fool, isn’t he?”

Huh. You stared at him, unable to make sense of his words.

“Morning patrol? That’s what he was thinking of?” He continued. “It’s okay to be upset, Leyna,” he added rather unhelpfully. 

You finally found your words. “What would I be upset about?” 

He gave you a pointed look, waiting for you to say it first.

You bristled at the implication. “By Eywa, I don’t know what it is you speak of but I should be going anyway—” 

“Don’t go.” You felt a cool hand clutch at your arm as you turned away. “Stay.”

“What are you—”

“You have feelings for my brother, yes?” He raised an eyebrow at you, adjusting your face gently to look at him properly.

“That’s not any of your concern!” You shot back in a terse whisper, glancing around anxiously, as if expecting a large crowd of onlookers. 

“My brother, he doesn’t see it.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he added, face morphing into one of, dare you say it, concern? “But I know him like the back of my hand.”

“I should go.”

Turning away from Neteyam abruptly, you found yourself mulling over what had been your longest exchange with him since you were children, as your feet traced the familiar path to your family alcove. Patting your cheeks self-consciously before stepping into your family alcove, you let out a small noise of frustration, knowing well that the heat on your cheeks had not waned in the slightest. 

***~~***

“Morning patrol? That’s what he was thinking of? The skxawng!”

“Ka’ni!” You gasped, outrage colouring your voice at your friend’s language.

“What?” 

“Lo’ak is not that,” you muttered. 

“How many moons have you spent together? How many times have you brought him his favourite food, now?” Ka’ni shook her head. “By Eywa, he’s a blind man if he cannot see it.”

“Would you hush?” You glanced furtively around at the others sitting by the river, noting that none had heard your friend’s outburst. 

Pausing for a moment, you added, “I haven’t even told you the rest.”

“There’s more?”

“Neteyam knows,” you began, lowering your voice, “He knows about Lo’ak.”

“Oh, Neteyam.” A lazy smile stretched across Ka’ni’s face. “We were on duty together the other day. By Eywa, the man is so handsome—even hanging upside down—that I almost forgot to catch the tumpasuk berries—” She broke off into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. 

“Ka’ni, focus!” 

“Sorry, sorry. So, he knows?” 

“Mhmm.” Catching the tail with one hand, you ran the blade of your dagger carefully under the skin, removing the scales in a swift stroke of the hand, willing yourself to not drown in the mortification that threatened to engulf you in that very moment. 

“What did he say?”

“Oh Ka’ni, I was so embarrassed. Don’t make me say it. He hardly ever speaks to me but this he chooses to say.”

Your friend nudged you again, eyes beseeching. 

“He said that Lo’ak ‘didn’t see it’” You finally admitted, the flush returning to your cheeks. As if your heart did not already hurt with that knowledge. 

“Kurkung!”

“Ka’ni!” You admonished. 

“Well, he is one,” she defended. 

“Weren’t you just telling me how handsome he was?” You shot back, waggling your eyebrows at her, finding some mirth in the situation. 

“What? Fine, a handsome one then!”

Before they could finish, a voice interrupted them. “Who’s the handsome one? Are you done with the fish?” One of the older women, Nikira, nodded at the mess that lay in front of you.

Flushing with embarrassment, you muttered a quick apology and resumed removing the scales with renewed vigour, not quite meeting her eyes. 

***~~***

You left kelutral, hand in hand with Txep, who bounced along happily. You glanced fondly at the boy as he swung your hands between you. His excitement was palpable, as it was the longest he had ever been silent. 

Txep had wanted to tame an ikran of his own from the time that he could start speaking, begging endlessly for someone to take him flying. Sa’nok and sempul had been especially protective of little Txep, long after the tawtute had been banished. Finally, he would get to ride with you on Pänu. 

Pushing past the leaves in front of you, you pulled Txep forward into the clearing. Letting go of his hand, you stepped forward and emitted a familiar call, the noise gurgling in your throat. You stood in the stillness of the clearing, waiting for the telltale sound of wind whipping as your ikran swooped down from the sky, landing with a soft thud on the shorn grass beneath your feet. 

Smiling fondly at the creature, you reached out to run a gentle hand across his face, “Tam tam, Pänu.” He let out a squawk, nuzzling into the palm of your hand.  

“Tewti!” Came a startled exclamation from Txep. “He’s so big!”

“He is, isn’t he, Txep?” You smiled. Reaching into the pouch strapped at your side, you pulled out a chunk of yerik meat, feeding it to Pänu.

Txep eagerly accepted the yerik meat, reaching up on his toes to feed Pänu, giggling sweetly when the creature licked his palm as it fed from his hand. 

“Going out flying?” 

Arranging your face carefully, you turned at the sound of the familiar voice, watching Txep carefully out of the corner of your eye as he continued feeding Pänu. “Yes, we are. What’s it to you?” 

Neteyam smiled faintly at your words, unfazed by the hostility in your tone. “Mind if I join?”

Before you could reply, Txep turned from Pänu, catching sight of Neteyam, a smile breaking out on his face before he ran eagerly towards the man. Shaking your head, you watched as Neteyam bent down to catch Txep in his arms. “Neteyam!” He cried gleefully. 

“So, can I join?” Neteyam asked, over Txep’s shoulder. “Txep, can I come flying with you and Leyna?” Txep eagerly nodded. 

Sighing at the memory of your last conversation and faced with Txep’s pleading face, you nodded tiredly. 

Fetching a cloth from the pouch at your side, you beckoned Txep forward. “I’m going to wrap you tightly, okay, Txep? You’ll hold on to me the whole time.” 

As you lifted Txep onto Pänu’s back, you heard the familiar sound of an ikran landing, glancing briefly at the patches of green and brown spanning its large body. Tìxtur, you remembered.

“Leyna,” Neteyam called suddenly, his voice lowered. 

Sensing that he wished to speak more privately with you, you backed away from Pänu, turning to face him, a questioning expression on your face. 

He twisted his hands together as he spoke. “I’m sorry, for the other day. I shouldn’t have said it.”

Your face softened slightly. “It’s okay,” you began slowly. “You didn’t say anything I didn’t already know. It’s stupid, really.”

“No, it’s not stupid. He is.” 

You giggled softly despite yourself. Of all the people to soothe your broken heart, Neteyam was the last one you expected. “I didn’t know you cared. I didn’t even realise you noticed my presence. This is the longest we’ve ever spoken, you know?” 

Amusement coloured his face. “I pay you plenty of attention. Maybe you are the one who doesn’t notice.”

Narrowing your eyes at the cryptic remark, you opened your mouth to respond only for him to swiftly pull down his ionar, launching Tìxtur into the sky. “Neteyam, you—”

Growling in frustration, you approached Pänu with quick strides, wrapping an impatient, squirming Txep with careful hands before making tsahyelu and urging Pänu to follow Neteyam circling the clearing above you. 

“Where are you taking us?” You shouted over the winds, as Neteyam flew away from kelutral in an unfamiliar direction. The man only smiled coyly at you before seemingly urging Tìxtur to fly faster. 

Txep let out a joyful squeal as you urged Pänu faster, trailing Tìxtur. Wrapping your free arm around Txep as an extra measure, you puzzled over where Neteyam was taking you, trying to catch a glimpse of a familiar sight in the blurring landscape beneath you. 

When Tìxtur eventually slowed, you followed in suit, bringing Pänu to land gently. Unwrapping the cloth that bound Txep to you and placing him on the ground, you took a moment to take in your surroundings for the first time, gasping at the sight. 

“By Eywa,” you breathed, eyes travelling over the vast expanse of the land around you, perfectly ensconced between towering mountain ranges on either side. Running along the centre of the land, was a river. You stepped forward, mesmerised by the sight of the water, a vivid lilac, swirling and eddying as it pushed against the rocks that littered the length of the river. You smiled, catching sight of little darts of movement in the water. Txep came forward, similarly affected, pointing excitedly at the flashes of light moving in the water. 

“It’s beautiful here, Neteyam,” you praised, turning to find him beaming at you. The unfamiliar sight caused your heart to race and that traitorous blush to return. Turning away self-consciously, you patted your cheeks insistently, willing your cheeks to cool. 

Txep tugged on your hand, pulling you closer along the river bank. When his eyes turned up towards you, you saw his question even before he asked. “No swimming, Txep. Look at the water. It’s going too fast.”

Txep pouted. “But, Leyna—” 

“Only your feet!” 

“Fine!”

You laughed softly as Txep rushed forward, before plopping himself down on the edge clumsily and sticking his feet in the water. 

You suddenly felt the heat of another’s body at your back, an involuntary shiver coming over you as Neteyam breath tickled the tips of your ears. “He’s the sweetest little one I’ve ever seen.”

“You should see him when sa’nok prepares teylu, pounces like a palulukan, that one.”

Neteyam laughed amiably. “I don’t doubt it. Tuk was much the same when she was younger.”

The two of you eventually found a comfortable place by the river, content to watch Txep wiggle his toes in the water in the distance and squeal excitedly as the fish swam past him. 

“How did you find this place?” You asked, after a long while of silence. 

“I like to fly by myself when I can find a spare moment. I usually circle kelutral for a bit and return but one day, I just didn’t stop,” he began. “And then I found this place.” 

“So, this is where you disappear off to in the evenings, then?” 

He looked surprised. 

“I pay attention,” you offered, feigning nonchalance. 

“So you do.” He smiled. 

Txep called out for them then, beckoning them over to the water. 

***~~***

“Don’t you have duties to attend to?” You teased, as Neteyam’s familiar face emerged from the surrounding vegetation. For moons now, he had sought you out, sometimes while you were tutoring Txep in archery or going out for a flight. Other evenings were spent in tranquil conversation in the woods surrounding kelutral, with the two of you even making trips to the valley every so often. 

“I’m a quick worker.” He looked around. “Where’s Txep, shouldn’t he be here for his lesson?”

You laughed ruefully. “Oh, Txep. He has finally tired of me and gone to play with his friends.”

“Were you going somewhere?” He nodded at your ionar, which sat ready on your forehead.

“Vitrautral,” you replied. “I was overcome this morning with the urge to seek the Great Mother’s guidance. She has called for me.” 

“I’ll come with you,” he said, adding quickly, “Unless you would rather be alone?”

You shook your head, placing some distance between the two of you before emitting the call for your ikran, watching as Neteyam did the same, quickly donning his own ionar. He was a handsome sight, you could not help but think in that moment, eyes lingering on his muscled forearms as he reached to caress Tìxtur’s face gently. Oh, if only Ka’ni could see you now. 

Shaking your head as if to rid yourself of the sudden, sensual realisation, you turned to face Pänu, cooing at him as you fed him. It was absurd. Neteyam did not think of you that way. Foolish, foolish girl. Hadn’t you learned your lesson already?

Had you turned around then, you would have caught the way his eyes slowly trailed the soft curves of your chest down to the dip of your waist and lean legs. But you were engrossed in the task of adjusting the saddle on Pänu and his telling gaze went unnoticed. 

Climbing on Pänu’s back, you urged him to take flight, Neteyam following closely behind. Slowly, you climbed higher into the sky, leaving kelutral behind you, weaving in and out through ayram alusìng. Turning mid flight to glance at Neteyam, who smiled when he felt your gaze on him before— you gasped, as Tìxtur sped right in Pänu’s direction, stopping only seconds before collison.

“You skxawng, what was that!” You cried out, heart racing, your own fear melding with Pänu’s. 

You heard his jovial laughter over the sound of wind buzzing in your ears. Shaking your head, you returned the gesture, urging Pänu to bank gently before making an abrupt turn, pushing Tìxtur right into a cool stream of water, pouring down the edge of a cliff. 

You giggled, watching as Neteyam emerged, drenched completely.  Spluttering, he called out, “I deserved that!”

There it was, that feeling, again. Fondness. 

***~~***

Landing at vitrautral, you felt an immediate sense of contentment fall over you, keenly aware of the Great Mother’s presence around you. Patting Pänu gently as you dismounted, you glanced over at Neteyam, as he did the same.

With his back turned, you could not help but gaze at the strong set of his body, eyes lingering on the muscles flexing in his back as he tugged at the saddle, breath catching in your throat as he turned slowly, eyes slipping lower down his frame—you were doing it again, foolish girl. 

You smiled softly at Neteyam as he approached you, placing your smaller hand in his firm grasp; it was just something you did now. You couldn’t pinpoint when it had started but he always reached for your hand first, sometimes just in passing, absentmindedly caressing the palm of your hand. You felt a familiar frisson of excitement at the contact, heart racing as he wound his fingers through yours. No, not again.

Neteyam led you across the base of the tree, nimbly skipping over the dense network of roots that covered the forest floor. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you let your palm slip from his grasp, approaching a cluster of bioluminescent tendrils which swayed gently in the cool evening breeze. 

Closing your eyes, you reached behind you for your neural queue, fingers brushing gently down the length of your braid until your fingertips felt the curling tendrils at the end. You brought it forward, eyes briefly opening to watch as the tendrils of your queue melded with that of the tree, both glowing brighter for a moment before settling. Tsaheylu. You took in slow, easy breaths as the familiar sensation settled over you. 

You opened your eyes then, eyes adjusting to the changed surroundings, which took on a dreamlike quality, shimmering gently in the fading light of the evening, almost as if you were watching the scene unfolding before you from afar as if it were a—what was it that the olo’eyktan called it? A ‘movie’, that was it. 

“Kaltxì, ma’evi. I was beginning to think you had forgotten me.”

You turned sharply, to find yourself faced with an older woman, eyes crinkling as a bright smile graced her face. 

“Grandmother,” you cried softly, running into her waiting arms, slotting yourself in the comfort of her embrace. How was it possible that she still smelled the way she always had in life? You breathed in her scent, a comforting blend of spices and apxangrr flour flooding your nostrils. Memories of afternoons spent at her side as child, ‘helping’ her prepare an assortment of cakes for the family rushed to the surface. “I could never forget you. Ngaytxoa, I should have come sooner.”

“Mawey, I am not upset, child,” she said softly. “You are young and you have your own life to live. Let me look at you.” You felt her gently untangle your arms and step back, eyes raking over you not unkindly. 

“You look well, child,” she said finally. “You have grown into a beautiful young woman.”

“Irayo,” you managed, squirming slightly under her scrutiny. “I have missed you, Grandmother.”

Reaching for your hands, she invited you to kneel on the ground, coming to sit by your side, brushing back your braids gently with a smile. “I have missed you too, my child.” 

Clearing your throat, you began, “I felt the Great Mother’s call. In truth, I have felt her call for many moons now.”

“The Great Mother senses your reluctance, child,” said your grandmother. “There is nothing to fear, she has a path for you, as does she for all her children.”

Feeling slightly chided, you nodded. “I am not a warrior, Grandmother. I have always known that.”

“No, that you are not, child. But your training with the tsahìk has been going well, has it not?”

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you nodded slowly. “It has, so I am to be a healer, then?”

A wry smile came across your grandmother. “All things will be revealed in their own time, child. You must be patient and trust in the Great Mother.”

A comfortable silence settled over the pair of you, as you mulled over the implications of her words. You longed for clarity that you knew you would not receive, not yet. But, you trusted in the Great Mother, and had faith that she would not lead you astray. But another thought niggled at you, emerging from the deep recesses of your mind, taunting you once more. 

Breathing slowly, you spoke, voice soft, almost inaudible, “And love? Will I have that?”

You could not meet her eyes as you asked the question, eyes trained firmly on your hands instead which twisted nervously in your lap. 

Your grandmother’s tinkling laugh reached your ears then. “Am I to be alone then? U-unmated?” You joked, the stutter in your voice undercutting your attempt at nonchalance. 

You felt a cool hand caressing your chin, tilting your head to the side. Eyes trained on you, your grandmother spoke again, “I can only tell you what Great Mother wishes for you to know. But your heart need not be so heavy, child. Know that you will not be alone.”

A hopeful glimmer shone in your eyes. “I will find love, then?”

She laughed softly in response, brushing her hand fondly across the curve of your cheek. “Oh child, there is so much yet that you do not understand.”

She stood then, hand slipping from your face as she moved to stand. A sudden panic enveloped you as you noticed the edges of her form flickering, the radiance of her image dullening. You jumped to your feet, reaching for her again, catching her fading hand in yours. “Grandmother—”

“I must go now, child.” She squeezed your hand gently. “But, to answer your question…you already have it.”

“Have what—” You never got to finish the question as her form slipped from your grasp, vanishing into thin air, your palm tingling where her warm hand had rested only seconds ago. You felt a sudden pull then, almost as if someone were dragging your body underwater, the ambient sounds of the forest growing muffled and your vision blurring, sending another surge of panic through you as you fought against the force.

Gasping for breath, you came to on the forest floor, chest heaving as you took in your surroundings. You were no longer knelt on the ground and as the rest of your senses returned, you felt a strong chest at your back and muscled arms holding you in a firm embrace. “Oh, Leyna,” you heard Neteyam say, his relief palpable.  “You scared me.” 

You froze as a warm pair of lips pressed against your forehead. “I’m okay,” you croaked, hands coming around to brush against his own where they gripped your waist. “What happened?”

Neteyam let out a shuddering breath, his disquiet evident. “I was praying, then I looked over at you. I knew something was wrong from the way you were shivering. And then, you starting shaking. You—” He broke off with a harsh intake of breath. “You should have seen yourself. Your eyes were open, but you were not seeing anything. I was so scared, I pulled you away.” He nodded at the cluster of bioluminescent tendrils where you had been connected to before, and the end of your braid which lay limply on the forest floor. 

Heart clenching at the pain in his voice, you turned in his arms, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you murmured. “I’m here.” You pressed yourself as close as possible to the warmth of his body, feeling his breaths tickle the tips of your ears as he melted into your embrace. Breathing in his familiar scent, you felt a calm wash over you, hoping he gleaned the same comfort in turn from the closeness of your bodies. 

You already have it, a hallowed voice whispered. 

***~~***

You stood at the gates leading to kelutral, body thrumming with anticipation, accompanied by the other apprentices and a throng of eager spectators awaiting the arrival of the hunting party. 

*FLASHBACK* 

A shawl wrapped firmly around your shoulders, you quickly descended the central staircase of kelutral. The sky was still dark, the path to the pa’li pen only dimly lit by flickering flames at regular posts. You were normally not an early riser, but today was different. Dawn marked the start of the Great Hunt, and the hunting party would ride out to the river beds encircling kelutral soon.

As second-in-command, Neteyam was due to lead the hunting party in preparation for his eventual assumption of the duties of the leader of the clan. Neteyam was an accomplished hunter with impeccable precision in his aim; you had no doubt that he would succeed in procuring a handsome volume of talioang meat for the clan. It was more so the general chaos that ensued during these hunts that filled your heart with fear. It was not uncommon for hunters to be knocked off their pa’li, or even trampled brutally to the death. 

And so, you found yourself sneaking out in the darkness to meet him once more before dawn. Your plans for a clandestine meeting had almost been foiled by Txep; the boy had always been a light-sleeper. Your heart had caught in your throat as he shifted. By the Great Mother’s grace, he had stilled, the sound of his soft snores resuming. 

You neared the pa’li pen now, the growing din of voices signalling their presence. Your eyes searched furtively for Neteyam, confusion growing as you failed to locate him. 

A hand touched the small of your back then, and you did not need to turn to know who it was. “Neteyam,” you breathed, a smile breaking out on your face. The sight of his handsome face almost instantly assuaging the anxiety that had plagued you in the hours before, turning restlessly in your hammock. 

“Leyna,” he greeted, reaching for your hand to lead you away from the rest of the group. 

Secluded from prying eyes, you reached for him, arms winding around his broad chest, feeling irrationally annoyed at the firm material of his cummerbund which deprived you of fully feeling his skin against yours. You did not realise it, but your hands were quivering slightly where they gripped the skin of his back. 

“Paskalin,” he crooned. “You are shaking.”

“I’m just worried,” you mumbled into the skin of his chest. “It’s dangerous.”

“I know, I know,” he murmured, tightening his hold on you. “But I always come back.”

You said nothing in response, too distracted by the glorious feeling of being in his arms. The affectionate names, embraces, kisses on foreheads and cheeks. Surely, you were not the only one who felt something shifting between the two of you? Your relationship had spent many weeks, many moons really, now teetering on the edge of friendship and something more. 

His voice interrupted your stream of thoughts. “Paskalin,” he called again, urging you to look at him. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Then, trust that I will come back—” Sensing your immediate objection, he added, “—in good health.”

*END OF FLASHBACK* 

The hunting party was late. Dusk was falling rapidly and the air was bereft of the jubilant cries of the returning party, as they transported the day’s kills back to kelutral in preparation for the feast. With every minute that passed in silence, the sense of foreboding that had plagued you since the night before grew more heightened.

“Be calm, sister,” said Olin, one the other apprentices. “They will return soon.”

You, along with Mo’at’s other apprentices, had spent the better part of the last few weeks preparing healing salves, brews and other implements in preparation for this day. But still, it did not feel enough. Something terrible had happened. 

Finally, the ground beneath your feet thrummed with vibrations from the pa’li and  you heard the distant calls of the hunting party. A sigh of relief was shared by the group waiting at the gates. 

But, when the returning party became visible, your eyes narrowed. Lo’ak was in the front, leading the party, a grim expression on his face. No, no, no, no.

You strode up to the group as they closed in on the gates. “Where is Neteyam?” You demanded, eyes flitting back and forth, scanning for his familiar face. The group parted in the middle slowly, revealing a lone pa’li with—you gasped—Neteyam’s prone body flung across its back. The rider shared Lo’ak’s pained expression as he slowly pulled Neteyam’s body down from the pa’li. You walked slowly towards him, an almost other-worldly experience, as the rest of the world blurred and grew muted in the wake of your horror. 

“Neteyam,” you cried softly, kneeling down on the ground next to his form, caressing his face, willing him to wake at the sound of your voice. You felt a wetness drip onto your leg, looking down to see the red liquid drip from his side down to where your knees were pressed against him. A sudden rage flared low in your belly as you perceived the cause of his condition: an arrow lodged in his side. 

Standing quickly, you rounded on the group, fury blazing your golden orbs as you addressed them. “Who did this?”

Slowly, with trepidation, one of the men stepped forward, Iren, his stricken expression as good as a confession. “You!” You cried, approaching him in quick strides, only to be obstructed by a solid chest as Lo’ak stopped you, his hands gentle but firm. “Leyna,” he warned. “It was a mistake. He did not mean—”

Snarling, you turned, gesturing for two of the hunters to come closer. “Carry him to the healer’s alcove. He is losing blood while we waste time.” 

Iren stepped forward, a silent offer to help on his lips. 

Shielding Neteyam’s body with your own, you shook your head furiously. “Kehe,” you hissed. “You have done enough.”

Not waiting to hear his response, you turned to follow the men carrying Neteyam, Olin and the other apprentices close on your heels. Anger was good. Better than the horror that threatened to swallow you whole. 

***~~***

With trembling hands, you brushed the fletching of the arrow, knowing what had to be done but grimacing at the thought nonetheless. You wished more than ever that Mo’at was here to guide you but she lay prone on the other side of the wall, having been afflicted herself with a searing fever a few nights before the hunt, and still only in the early stages of recovery. You have trained for this. You can do this. 

“Olin,” you guided. “Hold his chest steady as I remove the arrow. He will wake when I start to pull it out and he will shift as it comes out. Any movement could dislodge the arrow and cause more damage.”

Olin nodded slowly, settling her hands on either side of his neck and pressing down with enough force to keep him still. Taking in a deep breath, you began tugging the arrow out of where it had buried itself in Neteyam’s flesh. 

He woke soon with a pained moan, hand coming to grip your side painfully as Olin held him down. 

With a final pull, you removed the arrow in its entirety, flinging it to the side and reaching for the clean cloths you had laid out by his side. Within seconds, the cloth was soaked with this blood and your heart raced as you reached for more cloths. You sent a silent prayer to Eywa as you knelt by his side. Please save him, I can’t do this without him. I love him. 

After what felt like an eternity, you felt the bleeding slow at the site of the wound, noting with relief that he was breathing more steadily than he had been before. Applying a cleansing salve to the site, you fetched your stitching implements. Fortunately, Neteyam had drifted off as the blood clotted at the wound site. 

Olin resumed her spot at his side, prepared to restrain him if he woke while you began carefully stitching the wound closed. But, he did not stir, finally succumbing to the exhaustion of the day and his injury. After cleaning and applying a dressing, you slumped back against the alcove wall, feeling drained of almost everything you had. 

Just as you closed your eyes, you were startled by the sound of clattering feet as a group of the younger girls burst into the alcove space where you had been treating Neteyam. 

“By Eywa, he’s alive!”

“He’s still so handsome, even when he’s hurt!”

“—what a stupid thing to say, how could you—”

Having heard enough of their insipid bickering, you cleared your throat. When they did not hear, you raised your voice, anger flaring once more, “Have your sa’sem not raised you to know better? He is a person, not a piece of meat. Ogling at the man while he lays in his sickbed. Get out, GET OUT!”

Throat hoarse from shouting, you fell back against the alcove wall, body slipping down its surface until you reached the floor. The girls left the alcove, duly chastened, and you let out a sigh of relief. Neteyam appeared undisturbed, slumbering peacefully in the corner. 

Crawling over to his form, you knelt by his side again, gently brushing back his braids, tears welling in your eyes as you took in the sight of his face, complexion pallid from blood loss. 

Unable to stop yourself, you whispered the words that had rattled in your chest for moons, desperate for release. “Nga yawne lu oer.”

***~~***

You diligently gathered the cloths soiled from his blood which lay strewn haphazardly across the alcove floor. You gathered each one before placing it in the wash basket to be taken to the river the next morning. 

The family had been to visit Neteyam in the hours since his injury. After catching the stricken expressions on their faces when Neteyam slept through the entire visit, you sent them away, promising that you would call for them when he woke. You had sent Olin away too, seeing no reason for the two of you to go hungry when there was an abundance of taliolang meat being prepared for the feast. In truth, you could not stomach anything if you tried.

To pass the time, you had begun chopping up roots to be added to your stores of healing salves. The roots were strangely-shaped, sharp thorns littering their sides, making it a task that required strict concentration which suited you just fine. Anything to distract yourself from the unconscious man in the corner of the alcove.

So engrossed in your work, that you did not catch the beginnings of the man stirring as he woke. Only when his pained moans reached your ears did you become aware of his state of wakefulness. 

Abandoning the heap of roots on the chopping board, you sprung forward. 

“Neteyam,” you cried, reaching his side. “No, don’t pull yourself up just yet. You’ll tear the stitches at your side!”

Backing down, he relaxed against the alcove floor. “What happened?” He croaked, voice gravelly from disuse. 

Biting your lip, you hesitated. “You were shot.”

Confusion coloured his face, “I was shot?”

Willing yourself not to give into the blinding rage that had consumed you before, you continued, “You were shot by one of the other hunters.”

“By mistake,” you added, grimacing internally when it came out as a hiss. 

“Can I guess?” He asked. “Was it Iren?”

You gasped, “How did you know?”

Sighing, he continued, “Iren is, well, not the best shot. I have worked with him for many moons now—” He coughed. “—but he is a slow learner.”

“Then why did you allow him to join the hunt?”

He shot you a pointed look. “He needs to learn, paskalin.”

“He almost killed you,” you hissed. “He deserves to have his bow snapped in half!”

Neteyam, paying no mind to your instructions, lifted himself up into a sitting position. 

“What are you doing—”

“Leyna,” he sighed. “You’re being cruel. He’s a boy, still. He will make mistakes and he will learn.”

You felt a fresh surge of anger at his words. “I’m being cruel?  He can go make his mistakes on someone else, then! Because, I can’t lose you—” You broke off with a hitching sob. “—there was so much blood. I thought you were gone and I can’t—” You felt strong arms pull you forward.

“Neteyam,” you protested, trying to shift away. “Your wound—”

“It can wait,” he said hotly. “Stay.”

You acquiesced, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, crying with abandon now. 

“It’s okay, yawntu,” he murmured, rubbing your back in slow circles. “I’m here, I’m okay.”

Relishing the feel of his embrace, you breathed in his familiar scent. Thank you, Great Mother. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, at ease for the first time in many hours. 

Moments before you slipped into a slumber, his voice stopped you. “I love you too.”

“What?” Your eyes blinked open, startled. 

Pulling back to look at you, “I love you too, paskalin” he repeated, a smile growing on his face.

Comprehension dawned on you. “You heard me.”

“I did. Did you not mean for me to know? Or was it for someone else?” He teased.

“You—you’re unbelievable,” you laughed softly. “So, is that—I mean, are we—”

“Are we courting?” He waggled his eyebrows, wincing slightly from the pain as he shifted his body. 

“Careful,” you chided. “And yes, that,” you added, squirming under the heat of his gaze, which was positively lascivious now. 

He did not respond, choosing instead to press his lips against yours. You laughed softly against his lips, sighing as they moved to trail across your skin, moving slowly down the slender curve of your neck. 

“Neteyam,” you sighed, flushed from the heat of his kisses. 

“You really shouldn’t say my name like that,” he murmured against your skin. “It’ll give me ideas.”

Pulling his head back up, you fused your lips with his again in a searing kiss, feeling a pulsing want between your legs. A pleasurable heat coursed through your body, and you were consumed by the need to press yourself completely against his body, to remove the fabrics that lay between you, to be nake—Neteyam let out a pained gasp.

You pulled back sharply, hands running down his body, checking for further injury. “I’m so sorry,” you said softly. “I shouldn’t have—I got carried away.”

“You don’t ever apologise for that,” he laughed softly. “I’m okay, see?”

You were not convinced, backing away from his body, not trusting yourself to keep from hurting him. 

“Don’t do that,” he pouted. “Come back.”

“No,” you said firmly. “Actually, no more kissing until you’ve recovered.”

That earned another round of complaints from him. You laughed, turning your back to him as you resumed restocking the medicinal stores. Neteyam loved you. You smiled quietly to yourself as you cleared the space, and arranged the medicinal packs carefully along the space in the wall. 

“You know,” he said, after a brief silence. “I wouldn’t take offence if you felt the need to do some ogling.”

“What?”

“I’m just saying,” he continued, trying and failing to contain a smile. “Since kissing’s off the table and all that—”

“Y-you heard that?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Just how long were you asleep for, then?”

“Can’t say.”

“Neteyam.”

“I could be your piece of meat,” he added in a lilting voice. 

“Au, you’re ridiculous.” 

[jardanikos]