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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ ᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟɪ ᴛꜱʏᴇʏᴋ'ɪᴛᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴛᴀʏʀᴀɴɢɪ ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

TW: Avatar Frontier of Pandora Spoilers? child abduction, fire, death, murder, violence against na'vi, sky people, mentions of guns, gunshots, corpses.

A/N: I was impatient so I wrote the first part to see if you guys would like it. I'd like to hear some feedback, if you want to be added in this taglist, just comment on the post and you'll be added, sorry if it feels rushed.

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ʏᴇᴀʀ 2139

Many years ago the Tayrangi lived further in the woods, they were living peacefully and not being disturbed by the Sky People. They were busy celebrating that their Olo'eyktan and her mate had a child. A healthy baby girl, who will be the next Olo'eyktan or Tsahik. The baby was only a couple weeks old, both Ikeyni and Tsentey were happy about their first child.

Everything had been cut short when the RDA had invaded their village. The Na'vi did everything in their power to defend themselves and each other, but the Sky People were too strong, they decided to leave, except things got worse, as they fled, the Sky People began to abduct kids no older than 3 or 5 years old and killing there parents in front of them, so that they had no other choice but to leave with them. Then the village had been set on fire by the sky people. They had left with some kids and infants.

Ikeyni had gone back to the village, in order to find her child. "Maite! Maite!" she screamed, searching in the now burning village, then she went inside the hut that was once hers and mate's home. "Maite!" she ran over to where he baby was suppose to be but her baby was gone. "Maite!" she screamed like a mountain banshee. Ikeyni began to move things to see if her child was anywhere to be found, but no, she didn't find her child. It began to drive here crazy, until Tsentey went in to look for him mate, he found her crying and screaming. "Ikeyni! We have to go!" he attempted to grab her, but she struggled against him. "No! I need to find our daughter!" she cried as her mate pulled her close. "My love we have to go! The people need us1 They need you!" he begged as his mate continued to cry in pain. He was right, they had to leave to make sure their people were safe, as much as she wanted to stay and find her baby, her people needed her.

The na'vi were in tears, some injured by the fire and sky people's weapons. Not only that but they also lost their brothers and sister, children and infants got taken away too. They had to find a new place to live in. Ikeyni turned back to look at her once home, in tears, she watched as the fire burned down her home. She swore to herself that she will get her revenge on the Sky People, for hurting her people and taking her child. She also swore that she will never have a child again.

ʏᴇᴀʀ 2154

15 years had passed, you along with other na'v kids had been living with the RDA for years, ever since you were an infant. They had told you that your parents had abandon you all and the humans had decided to take you in and teach you many human things. So here you were sitting in your class room with your other classmates, wearing the RDA uniform, writing on your book. As soon as you learned how to walk and talk, you were placed in a school program with the other kids. You learned to speak both Na'vi and English, as well as writing, using technology and you also learned how to use the weapons that the RDA had.

You could whatever but there was one rule, to never leave Hell's gate. You were aloud to explore the outside, but you had to be with your teacher who was an avatar and a your classmates. The RDA had told you stories about how the forest was no place for a child and they told you the many dangers you were exposed to, but you also couldn't help but wonder why you weren't allowed to. Not only that but you were kept isolated from the humans, you barely saw any other humans and had no idea on what was happening outside the class room.

Your teacher was busy talking and writing on the board, you weren't paying attention, you were busy looking outside the window, imagining how the forest would be like. You've also had been getting this odd dreams, of a na'vi couple. A woman and a man, they seemed fierce and scary, but they also seemed loving towards you. The woman would sing songs to you and the man seemed to love your presence. Not only that, but you also had been seen a tree, this tree glowed a purple color and there was this strange tassels on them, this people and tree felt familiar in a way. Not only that but there was this little flying creatures flying around the tree.

You had bee busy day dreaming that you didn't hear the teacher call out your name. "Y/n? Y/n!" she said loud enough to get your attention. You snapped out of your daydream and looked over at the female avatar. "Y-Yes?" you said, then your classmates began to laugh at you, making you feel embarrassed. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked, as you nodded. "Yes Ma'am ... sorry" you said while looking down in shame. Your teacher gave you a look of concern. "Please stay after class, I'd like to have a word with you" she said, making your class chuckle and chattering. Your teacher shushed the class and went back to writing on the board.

After the class, your classmates left, to go get their military training done. You stood up and approached the teacher's dark, she was sitting on the desk, grading work. "What did you want to talk about Ma'am?" you asked, the teacher then placed her papers down and looked at you. "You have been distracted y/n, is something wrong?" she asked, sounding concerned. Despite being a teacher, she was also your mother figure. "No.. it's just..." you stopped, not knowing what to say. She waited for you to answer. "I just.. been thinking about the woods.." you said, making your teacher eyes widen. "I know I'm not suppose to go in them but.. I want to.. I wish to explore and learn everything about them" you said, while fidgeting with your thumbs.

Your teacher sighed and got up from her desk, walking around to stand face to face with you. "I know, you and the other kids wish to go to the woods, but it's the rules. As much as I want to take you all, I have to follow orders." She explained sadly. She once tried to all to the deeper part of the woods, but it was forbidden, rules are rules. You simple nodded. "I understand... can I go now?" you asked, looking down sadly. You teacher sighed and nodded. "You may go" she said sadly. You then walked out of class and went to where your classmates were.

You had entered the shooting range, it wasn't your first time here, you had been here a couple times. Your group was put here while the other group were learning hand to hand combat. Once you had on your safety glasses and sound canceling headphones, you got a gun and began to load it. After hours on learning how to shoot with different weapons, you all were allowed to go to your recess, before having to go back to your final class.

You were sitting on the bench outside, as your class mates played basketball or did other things on the training field equipment. "Hey y/n!" your friend Carmella, another na'vi had approached and sat next to you. "Hey what happened in class?" she asked. "Nothing, I was just, day dreaming.." you said. "Let me guess, about your dreams?" she asked, knowing full well, she had been the one you've told about your day dreaming and other dreams. "Yeah, this couple, they... feel familiar and that tree I've told you about.." you said. Making your friend tilt her head. "Who knows, we all have strange dreams and what not" she said, then she looked over and spotted someone. "Hey, Ima go ask James if he did the homework from yesterday, I'll be back" Carmella said, then she got up and left to go talk to the na'vi boy. Who she obviously had a crush on.

A couple moments had passed and Carmella wasn't back. You assumed she was still talking to James. Then you spotted something approach you, it looked oddly familiar, once you got a good look on what it was, it was the little creature from your dreams. You stared at it wide eyed. You thought the flying jelly fish was only a figment of your imagination. The little creature flew towards the back of your hand, you looked at it, fascinated. The creatures legs were lightly touching your hand softly. Then someone had called for you. "Y/n! Let's go! Break's over!" Carmella said, you got up from the bench an watched as the creature began to fly away, back to where it came from. As you walked back to the building, you looked back to see the creature fly away, back into the woods.

Class had been over, you and Carmella were in your shared room. You had been writing on your notebook, finishing your homework so that it could be checked tomorrow. You also got distracted by drawing the little creature on your notes. "Finally, I can rest!" Carmella had come in, her hair must have been wet due from showing in the locker room. She fell face forward on her bed, she was obviously tired from today. "Are you almost done? I want to get some shut eye" your friend said. "Yeah... just reviewing my work" you said, closing your notebook and placed it on the desk that you both shared. Then you went over and turned off the lights. Carmella got comfortable on her bed. "Good night y/n" she said, as you then laid down on your bed and responded. "Good night Carmella" you said. Carmella was already asleep, you on the other hand couldn't sleep as fast as she did. You had been thinking even more then before, specially since that creature from your dreams had gone to you. What that some kind of a sign or a coincidence? Who knew.

The next morning, it felt off. You had gone to class, but your teacher was late. Normally she'd be on time and had us working already. Your classmates had decided to take advantage of this and began to talk to one another. While they did that, you were busy checking your own work, until then the door had been burst open. Three humans with breathing masks on and guns came in. Everyone was confused on what was happening, then the guns were pointed at you all. Causing your classmates to scream and cower over to the back of the room. You followed them, scared and confused, some even began crying out of fear. What was happening?!

"Kill them! Kill them all!" one of the men said, then the three got their guns and pointed them at you all again. But before anything could happen. Your teacher had got in the class room, and shoot at the men, killing them instantly. Everyone looked in horror as the three men dropped dead. "Come with me!" your teacher said, with out hesitation, you all followed behind your teacher. The alarms on the hall ways were on and a lot of commission was happening outside. Then you were all lead to a room in the basement, the room was kind of dark and isolated, then you saw the many cryosleep pods with a table with all sorts of buttons.

"Everyone, get in a pod!" your teaches instructed, without hesitation everyone went into a pod, except for you. "Ma'am, what is happening!" you asked, but your teacher lead you to a pod and got you in. "No time to explain, you'll know the truth later" she said, once inside the pod, she closed the pod. You attempted to open the pod but you couldn't. Your teacher had gone to the table and began to turn activate your pods. You attempted to open your pod but you couldn't, you wanted to know what was happening, why did the RDA, your so called saviors wanted to kill you, you wanted to know what was happening. The last thing you saw was your teacher, she had tears in her eyes, she then placed her hand on the top of the glass of your pod. You did the same, placing your hand on the glass where her five fingered hand was, if it weren't for the glass, your four fingers would be able to touch her hand. Next thing you knew, everything went black, you had been put on cryosleep, for who knows how long.

ʏᴇᴀʀ 2169 (15 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ)

Spider, Kiri, and Lo'ak had been hanging around Hell's Gate, they liked to explore around the abandoned buildings and so on. Exploring the place wasn't a new thing, but they just liked to be around were the humans once were. It was a fun activity that they liked to do. "Come on guys!" Spider yelled out to the Sully kids, who were right behind him. "We're coming!" Lo'ak yelled towards the human boy as him and his sister caught up to him.

"We should go somewhere else, we've already explored here!" Kiri whined as Spider stopped in his tracks. "Come on! I'm sure there is more to explore then just this!" he said, as he began to walk slower with the two na'vi kids. "Yeah Kiri, come on" her brother protested. Kiri just rolled her eyes and followed the two boys.

Then she stopped and spotted an abided building, she wasn't sure if that building was there before. "Hey guys!" she called out to them, making them stop to look at her. "What is it now?" Lo'ak asked, while walking over to her, followed by Spider. "Was that building there before?" she asked, once the boys were where she was, they too saw the building that she was talking about. "I have no idea, how did we not see it before?" Spider asked, now curious, he's never seen that building either. "What ever it is, I'm gonna go see" Lo'ak said, going towards the building that was covered in all kinds of plants.

The other two followed the boy, also curious on what the building could possible had. Lo'ak opened the door, and walked in, the building was pretty big, it was Avatar/Na'vi kind of big, strange. He along with Kiri and Spider looked around, opening doors which lead to classrooms, bedrooms, locker rooms and other kids of things. "Wow, this is kind of cool" Lo'ak said, walking in a classroom which had the door open. He looked at the board which had writing on it as well as plants growing on around the wood, he got a look at the walls, which had posters of things such as multiplication tables and the alphabet. When he looked down he saw three skeleton corpses, making him gasp and stumble back. Not only that but there was bullet holes on the floor, and some on the wall. "What the hell happened?" he whispered to himself.

"Lo'ak! Come quick!" Spider yelled from afar, Lo'ak gave the room one final look and went to were his friend and sister were. He walked down some stairs which lead to what he assumed was a basement. he walked in a dark room, where the his sister and friend were. "Look dude!" Spider said, pointing at the cryosleep pods. "Damn" Lo'ak whispered, seen the many closed pods. He then got close, seen that the pods had dust on them, which made them impossible to look thought them. Kiri on the other hand had been on the control table, looking at the many buttons and other things.

Spider got close to a pod, then climbed on top of the dusty pod, out of curiosity, he began to wipe off the dust off the glass to see if anyone was in the closed pod. He then gasped when he saw that someone was in the pod sleeping. "Holy shit!" he said, getting off. "What bro!?" Lo'ak approached his friend. "Someone's in there!" Spider said, still surprised. The na'vi boy then looked through pod and saw the person sleeping. "It's... an avatar?" he said confused, looking back at Spider then back at Kiri who had somehow turned on a screen and was looking at the screen of a heart beat, that must of been of the person in the pod. "Yeah, and they are still alive" she said, making the boys look at each other in shock, then back at Kiri. "We need to call somebody" Spider said to both the na'vi kids.

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Syawn: bonds beyond clans

Hellooooooooo everyone! here is another long awaited chapter! This one is focused on Lu'Lafyon, the oldest triplet. Hope you all enjoy this one!

Syawn series

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After many wars in the past, tragic loss and new bonds forming, many clans have become closer than ever. The center of all these bonds are the Omatikaya clan, and to be more specific is the ever growing sully family. Their bond ties deep with the Metkayina clan, the Olangi clan, the Anurai clan, and so many more. One of the many clans the Sully family is very close to is the Tayrangi clan. The Olo’eykte, the fearless warrior and wise leader, Ikeyni. She fought so many battles right beside Jake sully. She knows him and his extended family very well. 

Dont think she is alone in leading her clan. Her mate and beloved, Tstentey assisted her. He holds not specific title. Not that he desired to. Simply being a ikran rider and teacher to the young is enough of a title for him. Of course he did participate in the war against the humans. Yet after that, he continued to live his humble life with ikeyni. 

However.

When they received word of the miracle birth of three na’vi children born from the same mother at the same time, they had to go see. Be a witness of something that is sure to be a once in a lifetime opportunity. And meeting them face to face brought great joy to Ikenyi. Seeing life blossom after many losses was always a welcoming change. 

Ikenyi and tentsey promised Jake sully and neytiri that they would vow to protect the triplets and that both would make a strong bond with them when they get older. Welcoming them to their clan should they like it. And it was a promise the couple would hold on. But among the three siblings, one of them would hold a unique bond with ikeyni. A bond she would treasure forever. 

The couple saw the children again 4 years later.  The Tayrangi clan were celebrating the newly adult na’vi who passed their iknimaya. As a great celebration, ikeyni sent a message to her old battle friend Jake Sully to come and give his wise words to the young adults. Give them encouragement and to be proud of how far they have come. 

And while the main star was supposed to be Jake, his three little grandchildren stole the entire clan's attention. Who can ignore three cute little ones? 

“Jealous of your own grandchildren toruk makto?” Ikeyni asks, teasing Jake one day. Many of her clan gathered around neteyam sully and his mate, the one who birthed such a miracle. The small family were centered in the village, a spot for everyone to see. 

“Nah, if anything I feel more sorry for them, they are not used to so much attention '' Jake responds. Ikenyi sees how nervous and uncomfortable they were. Heading over, she has everyone to continue with their duties as to leave the family alone. She bends down to help syawn, “forgive my people. They are not over the fact of your little ones' ' ikeyni apologizes. Syawn shakes her head and smiles “it is alright. We should have expected this. Yet we still become overwhelmed”. 

Bending down to their levels, ikeyni smiles at the triplets who cling to their parents' legs. All three silent while staring intently at her. “Hello little ones, do you like my home?” she asks. The triplets dont reply instantly, merely observing her, while blinking at the same time. Ikeyni won't admit it out loud, but seeing do things as one is a bit creepy yet intriguing. 

“Come now you three, we practiced before” syawn kindly tells her children. Neteyam and syawn gently push forward the three in front of them. There were slight whimpers of protest but among the three, one of them stood in front of the other two. As a cute way of protecting them. “A brave one you are '' the olo’eykte compliments. 

The one that protects the other two, was focusing on her head piece. A gasp of realization, the triplet pointed at Ikeynis face. 

“SLINGER!” 

She blinked twice, confusion was written on her face. 

“SLINGER! SLINGER!” 

The child repeats. And the other two followed. 

Neteyam picks up the child and gives a frown, “lu’lafyon enough, she is not a slinger!” 

Syawn was blushing in embarrassment. “I think it is your head piece olo’eykte, it almost resembles the head of a slinger. It doesn't help that you are covered in red paint…” she muttered the possible reason behind her son’s outburst. Syawn and neteyam were ready for anything the tyrangi leader would say or do. Anything. 

Except for her laughing outburst. 

They and others nearby saw how loud and penguin ikeyni was laughing. 

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh my eywa!! HAHAHA! Oh he has a good eye!” she cackles out. After a few minutes she controlled herself and composed. Standing in front of neteyam, she stretches her arms out. “May I?” she asks. Neteyam hesitantly hands lu’lafyon over to ikeyni. Settling in her arms, the little one stares up at her. 

“Lu’lafyon is it?” 

The little one nods. 

His siblings clinging onto her legs, reaching up for him. 

“Very bold of you to call me such a thing, little one. No fear, no fear at all” 

Hearing words coming from the olo’eykte, it brought some form of comfort to the parents. At least they are not in trouble. 

“Come, let me guide you to your tents” ikeyni says as she leads the way. Still holding lu’lafyon and the other two little ones right at her sides following close.

“Slinger?” tsentey repeats, eyes wide in surprise. 

Ikeyni couldn't help but giggle some more as she prepares for the night. 

“Yes, my headpiece reminded them of that horrid creature” she replies as she takes off the said head piece, admiring the craft. Tsentey sits beside her, smiling at her. 

“Perhaps I should make something else to replace it, something less….slinger looking” he whispers into her ear. 

Ikeyni looks back at him, frowning a bit. 

“And replace your greatest gift to me? Never, this was your first courting gift to me. How can I replace this treasure?” 

“Fair enough” tsentey says. 

They stayed in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before it was broken again. 

“Those three….you saw potential in one of them don't you?” Tsentey asks. Looking down at Ikeyni, he sees her face. An expression was displayed. 

“Too early to tell. But yes, there is a spark in all of them….however, one of them just shines a little bit brighter”

Ever since their first meet, both Ikeyni, and her beloved mate Tsentey, have taken interested in of the darling triplets. And that would be lu’lafyon Sully. 

Lu’lafyon, the oldest triplet. Open minded, odd little one. Not that Ikeyni had any expectations for the little one, simply that he is full of surprises. One fun memory she recalls was when she was preparing a hunt in the sea with her group. As she prepared her ikran, her dear friend made some noises to notify her. Turning around she sees little lu’lafyon staring up at her ikran. 

“Lu’lafyon..? What brings you here little one?” she asks as she bends down to meet him at eye level. 

Lu’lafyon gave her a quick glance before bravely walking towards her ikran, raising his little hand to pet the creature. Bold he was, not a sign of fear. 

Her ikran let out a satisfied sound, enjoying the attention from lu’lafyon. “My ikran seems to like you lu’lafyon. Seems you hold a certain charm that can't be resist” she comments. Finally looking at her, little lu’lafyon smiles, “snack?” he asks. 

“Hm? You want to give her a snack?” she asks, the boy nods. Not seeing anything wrong, Ikeyni gives him the ok to do so. And pulling out from his small pouch was an interesting treat she has never seen before. Her ikran takes a sniff at it before taking it gently from the child, eating it well. Seemed like her ikran enjoyed the treat, whatever that was. 

“What kind of treat did you offer just now?” ikeyni asks lu’lafyon giggles while covering his mouth. 

“Bacon!” 

“Dad, have you seen lu’lafyon? We can't find him anywhere!” neteyam asks jake in a rather panicked tone. Syawn was tending to her children when she looked away for one second only to find her eldest child gone. Where he went is beyond anyone. Searching high and low, syawn couldnt find her baby so she told neteyam. 

“I havent seen him all day, maybe he is with his siblings?” jake asks. 

Neteyam shakes his head, “no, they are with syawn. Im worried that he might be-” 

“He is flying” 

Behind neteyam was lu’law and lu tstunwi as they held hands and smiled. 

The siblings led neteyam and jake outside to join syawn who was looking up. 

“What is going on??” Neteyam asks as he joins his mate. 

“Lu’lafyon…..sky……up…..here……” syawn says, her finger pointing up in the sky, shaking as she couldnt believe what she was looking up. Neteyam and jake sees what she is pointing at their jaws drop. 

Lu’lafyon was riding on an ikran. And not just any ikran, but the olo’eytke’s ikran. And not on its back oh no, the little one was riding on the ikrans HEAD! 

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!!” 

Lu’lafyon cries out in glee as Ikeyni does the same as they make a loop in the air. Nothing was holding the boy down, he simply clung onto the ikran with little to no protection. 

“Oh he is definitely going to ask to do that when we get back home” lo’ak says out of nowhere while he joins in on the view. 

“Hell to the no” syawn replies. 

“I say he will make a fine rider in our skies. I saw it in his eyes. The excitement, the thrill the young boy felt. I know that feeling all to well” tsentey days with a wide grin on his face. 

He was training the young warriors when he saw ikeyni taking young lu’lafyon up to the skies with her ikran. Witnessing the boy’s big smile and cries of joy, tsentey knew from that moment that lu’lafyon would make a great ikran rider. Potential of many things. 

“I merely took him for a flight since he was curious. However I dont think his parents were pleased at my reckless choice. Placing him on my ikran’s head with no security was dangerous' ' ikeyni says as she reflects on her past actions. She plans to apologize the next day, giving the poor parents a great scare. 

“Yes, I will join you. There is something I would like to see for myself” tsentey whispers and he places a kiss on ikeyni’s cheek.

“And you weave it like this….yes there you go. Already catching on” ikeyni compliments lu’lafyon as he carefully makes a new bracelet with the materials made or found within the Tayrangi territory. A piece of the clan to take with him wherever he goes. 

Ikeyni makes herself a bracelet as well, to match lu’lafyon. 

“One down, 2 to go!” the little one says with a wide smile. 

“Are you making more for your siblings?” she asks. Lu’lafyon nods enthusiastically. 

“We are always together, so we should always match!” 

The na’vi nods, understanding his little logic. 

“Well I am sure they will love it” 

She looks over to see tsentey teaching the other two siblings how to create a certain arm band. Using the skins of an animal, tsentey was careful to instruct the children. And it seemed it was not so hard since lu’tstunwi and lu’law were too focused on every word he said. 

“Lu’lafyon, how about I show you something to add to the bracelet?” 

Lu’lafyon gasps excitedly, his tail swaying in excitement as well “Really? Like what?”

Ikeyni grins, “it is something that you will only see and get in our clan”

A special bead, for a special child.

The next time ikeyni sees the boy, this time it was her visiting the omatikaya. The children were celebrating their 5th birthday. The sully family insisted on just celebrating within their clan, but many clans also insisted on joining in the celebration. Ikeyni and tsentey were no different. However it didn't take much words or anything to know they will have competition with the other olo’eyktans and tsahiks. 

Competition for what exactly? 

On who can give the best present to the triplets. 

Perhaps by gaining favor, you win the triplets, you win the clan. 

While ikeyni understands this as to form strong bonds and alliances.  And she now knows it will take more than just a pretty gift to win them over. While at first she did struggle on how to prove it, it was thanks to her dear mate with her perfect idea.

Which is why she and tsenteyhas prepared something very special for the triplets. Not for gaining favor, but merely to show how strong their clan's bond is with the omatikaya. 

So when the moment came of the triplets revealing their presents. They were in awe. 

Others were left in some confusion. 

“A bead?” the Zeswa olo’eykte asks. 

“Not just any bead” the zeswa tashik whispers. 

The triplets were holding their little beads and showing it to everyone. Their beads were of hard amber, and inside was a drop of blood. 

“I Ikeyni, Olo’eykte of the Tayrangi clan, and my mate Tsentey sees lu’lafyon, lu’tstunwi and lu’law as Tayrangi na’vi. As they are of Omatikaya, there are now also Tayrangi. My home is now theirs' ' Ikeyni proudly states. 

The little ones hugged her tightly in gratefulness, lu’lafyon the most. 

“Does that mean we can do your clan iknimaya?!” 

Lu’lafyon sully. You can ask him many things and many things he will answer. But if you ask him, “what is the best part of your life?”. That will be a very hard question, he loves everything about his life. His siblings, his family, his clan. Everything. And it will be very hard to pinpoint exactly what he enjoys the most. But he loves his life and lives everyday to the fullest. 

And as such, many people he has come to meet, lu’lafyon loves them all. And one person in particular. Someone he has come to see as an aunt. The olo’eykte of the Tayrangi clan, Ikeyni. 

From his earliest memories to his recent ones, ikeyni is someone he aspires to be. Strong, powerful, honorable and a good sense of humor.  Lu’lafyon always sees her at the same level as his father and grandfather. From the stories he was told, ikeyni isn't someone to be taken so loosely on. 

While lu’lafyon isnt sure what he wants, one thing he does have his mind set on. And that is to pass the Tayrangi iknimaya, alongside Omatikaya iknimaya. But he fears doing something like this, alone. 

Being a triplet has its perks and worrying sides. 

Ly’lafyon always does things with his siblings. Anything he eats, does, or participates in, so do his siblings. “Brother are you sure?” lu’tstunwi asks him one day. 

Lu’lafyon nods, he may seem confident but on the inside he is very worried about what his siblings would say. 

“Doing iknimaya at the tayrangi…while doing the omatikaya…” lu’law mutters, repeating what he said. 

“That seems a lot. One iknimaya is already full of trials and risky paths. We would be doubling it all” lu’tstunwi says. 

“I know, trust me I know. And it will seem to take much longer. I am not forcing you guys, but just asking if you are willing to do it with me” 

Lu’law taps her chin for a moment before looking at her brother, “and what if we say no?”  

A kind smile appeared of lu’lafyons face, “then I won't do it either” 

“WHAT?!” the other lu’s shouts in unison. 

“What what?” 

Lu’law and lu’tstunwi get closer to their oldest sibling. 

“Just because we may not want to shouldn't stop you brother, don't let our choice bring you down” lu’tstunwi says while holding lu’lafyons left hand, lu’law doing the same with his right hand. 

“I know, but it wouldn't be right if I do something and you two are not part of it. If you will do only omatikaya iknimaya, then so will I. Like grandpa always says. Sullys stick together” lu’lafyon explains. A small huff escaping him, a small sound of sadness. 

Lu’tstunwi and lu’law look at each other. 

“You are right, sully’s do stick together” lu’law says. 

“And together, we will do both,” ‘lu’tstunwi adds. 

“Both?” 

“Yes, Okatikaya and Tayrangi iknimaya” 

“You three are insane” neteyam says with a sigh. 

It was a long day for him and syawn, and to return with his children saying the more ridiculous thing they could ever come up with since lo’ak’s insane remarks. 

Syawn looks at her children in worry and in surprise. 

The triplets all sat in the same position, side by side, with equal determined expressions. 

“You do realize that it requires double the effort? In everything?” syawn slowly asks her children, seeing if they really know what they are doing. 

“More like triple the effort” lu’law says with a slight giggle. Neteyam rolls his eyes. 

“This is not some game or joke you can make light of. This is serious, two iknimaya’s at once? No one has ever done it before” he adds. 

“That is because no one tried. And true, why would anyone do both? But remember what ikeyni said. We are tayrangi too. But I, WE, want to prove to her that we earned it rather that simply telling” lu’lafyon says. 

“Exactly, she said it. Confirmed it. Why go further? And taking your siblings down with you” neteyam presses on. 

Lu’tstunwi places a hand on his brother’s shoulder as he smiles, “no down father. We see this as a great challenge. Grandfather told us how you pushed yourself to greater heights. If you can, why not us?” 

Neteyam shakes his head, still in denial. Syawn places her hand on his shoulder, as to comfort him. 

“No, you are doing one iknimaya and that is our clan. The trials here are deadly enough, doing further is risking your life” neteyam pushes, his voice sounding more impatient by the second. 

Lu’lafyon leans forward, trying to lock eyes with his father. 

“Please dad, we understand but let us try this. I want to try this. Already other clans hold high expectations from us and standards. They want to see what we triplets can do. Why not show them that?” 

Syawn took a sharp turn of her neck to look at her eldest. 

“What the other clans think of should not matter to you, any of you. Don't push yourselves just to satisfy the clans. You are not some spectacle to admire. You three are still children, ignoring the other’s ridiculous comments of being something greater. You three are already great in your own ways. If the reason for the tayrangi iknimaya is to impress others then forget it. I dont want you all to risk your lives for a dumb cause….damn it you are still babies!” 

The triplets all lower their faces, looking down at the matted floor. Lu’law and lu’tstunwi turn to their older brother, waiting what he will do. 

But lu’lafyon is still determined. 

“The first trials….let us do the first trials……and if we can't keep up, we will call quits on the tayrangi and only do omatikaya….not to impress others. We just want to be the best we can be. Like you father, you and grandpa, uncle loki and everyone” lu’lafyon tries again. His eyes softened, slightly pouting. 

Neteyam sees this, inwardly sighing. Ruffling his son's hair, he looks at lu’lafyon straight in the eyes, gold clashing with gold. 

“The first trials…I will talk with ikeyni abouts this. I hope to see the end of the chaos you three will walk into” neteyam says. 

In short, he allowed the lu’s to do the two iknimaya’s.

“Your father is right, you are insane” ikeyni says after being told the news of what the triplets plan to do. 

Lu’lafyon deflates his shoulders, rolling his eyes, “I was hoping you would be on my side for this” 

“Lu’lafyon, you don't have to strain yourself on this. The times you come to visit, it already proves to me you are tayrangi. Eating, sleeping, living like a tayrangi. That is all the proof I need. Don't stress your family on this' ' ikeyni says. 

Secretly she would agree with lu’lafyon on doing two iknimaya but her mate, being the voice of reason when it calls for it, has shown her the massive down sides to it. It is a long grueling process, and it will be longer for the children. 

“Really lu’lafyon. What is your goal in all of this? What do you desire to achieve?” she presses on. 

Reading the boy’s expressions, his eyes darting left and right, tail moving slowly and low, ears pinned to the back. 

“Didn't think that far did you?” she concluded. 

“Its not that. Its just, i need a better goal than proving others something. I want to have a goal that can help me go further, further than anything else. But also not a goal where I can lose my mind, a goal where I stand proud with my siblings but having a path of my own” lu’lafyon confesses. 

This sparked something in ikeyni. She looks outside and sees lu’tstunwi with the metkayina warriors, lu’law with the okamtikaya healers. Jake with many olo’eyktans from other clans. This gave her an idea. Turning back to lu’lafyon, she smiles. 

“Become tayangi,” she says. 

Lu’lafyon tilts his head in confusion. 

“I will train you lu’lafyon. I will train you and let you go through the iknimaya. Your goal shall be to become the Olo’eyktan of the Tayangi clan”

Aaaaaaaaaand that is it with this one! Sorry for the long delay, I was almost done when I learned that ikeyni had a mate! So I went back to re-write some parts of the story to add him. But I hope you like it! Until next time! See ya!

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Tsahìk of the Eastern Sea Neteyam Sully x fem!Tayrangi!Na'vi! reader

masterlist~

warnings~ characters aged up to 18-20s, please lmk if i missed any!

wordcount~ 3.5k+

summary~ You are the Tsahìk of the Tayrangi Clan of the Eastern Sea, the younger sister of Ikeyni the Olo'eyktan, and lose your way home, leaving you to stay with the Omatikaya Clan while you recover.

also i haven't seen the movie in a while so my memory is a bit fuzzy when it comes to some certain plot lines, so i'm sorry if they're not 100% accurate! that or i might change up some scenes to fit for this fic.

Tompìva = raindrop = your Ikran's name

te Tsyuäval Ìe'ite = your Na'vi last name

requests are open!

italic dialogue is in na'vi!

sorry i suck at summaries!

You felt the wind whip through your hair as you landed, quickly dismounting your Ikran. Your hair whipped around your face as you greeted your older sister Ikeyni, her face now painted red and white with fresh paint.

"Oel ngati kameie tsmuke," you say as she looks you over for injuries.

You feel her hand on your shoulder as she guides you away from the prying eyes of the others, curious as to what new herbs and other healing items you would bring them.

You flinch as you sit down on your mat, your sister inspecting the deep gash on your forearm. She hisses in annoyance at you, "You were told not to leave. You are the Tsakarem, future Tsahìk of our Clan. What would I do if you had-"

You cut her off as she finished rubbing herbs into your wound, "And I am fine. You don't have to worry about me! I've already had my Iknimaya, I am an adult. I can take care of myself!"

You cross your arms and turn away from her, and you feel her hand land on your shoulder.

"I only worry for you," she says as her hand leaves your shoulder, "Every other day you leave, disregarding your lessons and teachings."

Your lips twist into a frown as you turn to face her, and you open your mouth to speak but she cuts you off, taking a deep breath before she speaks, "I forbid you from leaving. No more trips to the forest, and no flying. You will focus on your lessons and become our Tsahìk."

You gasp as she turns to leave, "You cannot force me to stay here!"

You follow her outside grasping her arm, pleading with her to let you stay.

"All of the herbs and medicines needed for your teachings can be found here. There is no need for you to leave. That is final."

You watch her back as she walks away, her attention now on Nan'ti and Tsentey. You glare at her and storm to the beach, letting the warm waves lap at your feet as you rest your head on your knees.

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Your fingers twist the twine of the basket, tying it into a knot, then set it aside. Rubbing your temples, you stand and stretch watching the others dive with their Ikran into the sea.

Hands land on your shoulder and you jump, falling back into the sand.

"Are you okay?" a voice asks, holding out their hand as the laughter continues.

You gratefully accept it and dust off the sand clinging to your skin and clothes, "Thank you Aya."

She gives you a small smile and grabs the now finished basket from the ground, walking to the edge of the trees.

"So... I heard you were grounded from flying, and you can't even step foot into the forest without someone else," Peyzua crosses her arms behind her back as you trail behind them, the sand turning to dirt underneath your feet as you walk.

Grumbling you snatch the basket she's carrying, "It is true. But she doesn't understand!"

Aya unsheathes her knife and cuts off a few strips of bark from a nearby tree, shaking her head, "Ikeyni only worries for you. You are the next Tsahìk. Which means you must focus on your learning, and not fly off into the forest on a whim."

You rip out a few plants from the ground and shove them into your basket, Peyzua turns to you, nodding in agreement with her sister, "Aya is right, and so is Ikeyni. You don't want them to pick another Tsahìk, do you?"

You frown, and shake your head, "Of course not, I just feel so, trapped here! And I'm never gone too long," but you know that's a lie.

You went out so often, it was a wonder that your sister didn't pick a different candidate to become Tsahìk, but when you asked, she reminded you that Eywa had willed it to be so.

Aya places a hand on your shoulder, her eyes full of sympathy, "Just listen to her, and finish your teachings. I'm sure she'll be more lenient when you finish your Tsakarem teachings and become Tsahìk."

Signing you give her a weak smile, "Maybe."

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With a quick wave, you give Aya and Peyzua a smile and head off back to your room, the sand now cool beneath your feet. You're almost halfway there when you hear hushed voices coming from your sister's home. Your ears perk up in curiosity when you hear your name, and you tiptoe closer, careful not to make too much sound when you gasp.

Ikeyni stands with her hands on her hips, her red and white paint now fully washed away, revealing her dark blue skin and white freckles. Her tail flits around in annoyance as she turns to Tsentey, and a man whose face you can't quite see.

The man's voice is low as he speaks, "What do you think?"

You frown when you realize you can't recognize the language he's speaking, but continue to listen, "I do not wish for the sky people to encroach any further," she pauses, her face twisted in contemplation.

Clearing her throat, she continues, "I will send five warriors with their Ikran, but that is all."

The man sounds grateful as he responds, "Thank you, again. I'll send word again when we depart."

You feel your heart drop when you feel someone's eyes on you, and spin around spotting a boy around your age leaning against the hut across from Ikeyni's.

"Eavesdropping?" a small smile graces his lips before he takes a step toward you.

Crossing your arms you frown at him, realizing he is speaking the same language the man had been speaking earlier. "What?"

His eyes fill with confusion as he asks again in the same strange language, but you shake your head.

"You don't speak English?"

This time he asks it in Na'vi and you sigh, "No, what-"

The sound of your sister hissing in annoyance cuts you off, and she stands between you, "What are you doing up? Go to bed," she says as steers you to your room.

But the man turns to her and raises a brow, "Who's this?"

She sighs before turning to him, "My sister, our Tsakarem," she points to him, "This is Jake Sully, Toruk Makto, Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, sister."

The boy clears his throat, and his eyes meet yours and you can see a blush creeping up his face before Jake speaks, "This is my oldest son, Neteyam."

You give a small nod in greeting and twist a strand of your hair around your fingers.

Ikeyni gently pushes you in the direction of your hut and wishes you a goodnight.

You almost collapse when you reach your bed, your head swimming with thoughts of the conversation and questions you would be bombarding your sister with the coming morning.

But for now, you close your eyes and let the sound of the waves splashing against the sand drift you into a deep slumber.

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Neteyam quickly dismounts his Ikran following his father into their hut, where his mother greets them, "What was their reply?"

She puts down the arrow she was holding and gives them both a quick hug, checking for any sign of injuries.

"They'll send five, not a lot, but it'll help," he replies before sitting in front of the fire.

Neteyam takes a seat across from his father and removes his visor, setting it to the side, "Who was that again?"

Jake looks at him in confusion, "Who?"

"The girl with the Olo'eyktan," he pauses trying to remember what was said about you, "the Tsakarem?"

Jake sighs before answering, "- te Tsyuäval Ìe'ite. She's the younger sister of the Olo'eyktan Ikeyni."

Neteyam bites his lip in thought, "Will she be coming too?"

Jake shakes his head, "Of course not."

Neteyam nods and lies down, closing his eyes, his head swimming with questions about you.

The next morning Neteyam wakes earlier than usual, carefully tiptoeing out of the hut to sit down near the lab, waiting for the others to wake up.

It's almost an hour before he sees Spider come out of the lab, and hears Lo'ak and Kiri behind him.

"Why are you up so early?" Kiri asks before he stands.

"I couldn't sleep well," he shrugs his shoulders before crossing his arms.

"Was it because of yesterday?" Spider asks, his voice full of curiosity.

"You went with dad to the Eastern Sea right?" asks Kiri as they walk to the Ikran.

Her tail swings back and forth and her mouth breaks into an excited smile, "What was it like?"

He chuckles when he thinks back to catching you eavesdropping on the conversation, a blush creeping up his neck, "It was nice, there was lots of sand, and the ocean looked like it went on forever."

"Are you blushing?" Lo'ak shouts as Neteyam turns his head away in embarrassment.

"No, now are you coming or not?" he quickly mounts his Ikran and takes off, the others calling for him to wait up.

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Your face scrunches up in an attempt to hide the disgust when you look down at the basket before you. Hearing a chuckle you glance up to see Aosìng smiling at you, "I caught too many, so I thought you might want some."

You gently take the basket of fish from him, and give him a tight smile, "Thank you Aosìng, you really shouldn't have," he smiles again, his eyes landing on your lips before you shift your own away.

The wind ruffles your hair before you even feel it, a featherlight kiss, and your face crinkles in displeasure, "Anything for my future mate," he whispers before turning and running back down the beach.

You groan when you feel Peyzua's arms wrap around you and her muffled laughter as she buries her face in your neck.

"Get off, Zua!" you exclaim before pushing her away, rubbing your mouth against the back of your hand in hopes of burning the kiss away.

"So, Aosìng still likes you then? Even after last time?" she teases as she ruffles your hair.

Aya sighs in disappointment before crossing her arms, "Don't listen to her," she rubs your shoulder gently as you fix your hair.

"Another reason I have to leave," you mutter as you follow them past the other huts and grab your baskets.

Peyzua nudges you in the ribs, "Hey! It could be worse," she says as she starts grabbing herbs and loading them into her basket.

"The only reason he "likes" me is because he is Ikeyni's successor. The future Olo'eyktan, as I am the future Tsahìk."

Your knife digs into the tree before you hear someone shouting, and as they come closer you can hear the shouting your name.

"Tsakarem! The Olo'eyktan requests your presence at once."

Your lips twist into a frown and you grumble, shoving your basket at Peyzua, following the man back to the village.

Ikeyni stands at the entrance of her hut, her body now covered in fresh red and white paint as she looks down at you. You greet her and your hands clench nervously.

"You called for me?" you ask, as she gestures for you to come inside.

She takes a deep breath before turning to you, her expression unreadable before she places a hand on your shoulder, "How goes your training?"

You freeze, eyes falling to the floor. You hadn't exactly done much other than gather more herbs and tend to wounds from the fishermen, so next to zero progress had been made.

Gulping nervously you reply, "It is going well, sister," a small smile spreads on her lips as her hand falls to her side.

You shift nervously before your mouth opens and closes, thinking of how to word your question before asking, "Why was the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya here yesterday? And with his son too," you trail off.

She takes a deep breath, her eyes closing briefly before opening again, "I will be leaving in three days' time, to help the Omatikaya Olo'eyktan, and people."

You bite back a gasp of shock as she continues, "You will of course stay here," she pauses her eyes falling to the floor, "And I will have Aosìng join me."

You flinch at the sound of his name and cross your arms, "So, when will you return then?"

"It should not take too long, a day or two."

She turns away from you and grabs something off her table. A cool sensation wraps around your neck as she attaches a purple beaded necklace.

Leaning back she smiles, "It suits you. It was Mother's."

Smiling you thank her, "Thank you. Is there anything you need me to prepare for tomorrow?"

"No, but Nan'ti will be watching over you while I am away."

You shiver, remembering the last time she had 'watched' over you, "More like breathing down my neck," you mutter.

"What was that?"

"N-nothing!"

You rub your neck nervously before you remember your questions from last night, "What language were they speaking?"

"Who?" she asks, her voice tense as she grabs her bow and quiver of arrows.

"The Olo'eyktan and his son, what was his name again?"

You bite your lip in thought before she answers, "There are some differences between the Omatikaya's speaking and ours. So that is why you did not understand them."

You nod slowly, that did make some sense. In all your visits to the forest, you had never actually gone far enough to run into any of the Omatikaya people, so that had to be the case.

She puts her hand on your shoulder empathetically, her eyes unreadable before she speaks, "When I return, we will speak about flying and your lessons."

Her hand leaves your shoulder as she joins Tsentey, leaving you alone in the entrance of the hut.

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You can already hear the lecture coming from your sister as you soar through the sky on your Ikran. Hopefully, she won't be too upset, you think to yourself as you land and dismount from your Ikran. This was your last chance at visiting the forest, seeing as you would be with left with Nan'ti while your sister helped the Omatikaya people, you wanted to make the best of it. You pat her neck gently before sending her off and continue into the forest.

Although your sister had said you could find all the herbs you needed back home, you disagreed. For example, you found that the bark deeper in the forest would heal certain wounds and injuries faster than the bark used from the trees at home. But of course, that didn't matter to Ikeyni, she still refused to let you leave. You had always wondered why, but the only answer she gave you was how dangerous it could be, because of the sky people. But you had yet to see a single one on your trips out.

"They must not have got this far yet," you whisper to yourself as you hear the sound of a twig snap.

You glanced around but saw nothing, so you continued walking, assuming it was a harmless animal. Sheathing your knife you began to walk faster, hearing strange whispers from the trees, and the snapping of branches growing ever closer.

You had almost made it over a log before you heard a voice behind you. Your ears twitch nervously as you unsheathe your knife again, suddenly wishing you had brought your bow as you take a defensive stance against the trees.

Holding your knife against your chest, you looked around the trees, your breath catching when you notice a pair of eyes behind a leaf. Slowing your breathing and you make a run toward the leaves.

You tackle the person who had been hiding behind the leaves and hold your knife against their throat, your hands shaking. Feeling sweat drip down your face, you try to remember Nan'ti's teachings on hand-to-hand combat. But then you feel something sharp against your neck.

"Let him go," a familiar. voice grits out from right behind your ear. You glare at the person pinned beneath your knife, but reluctantly toss it to the side.

You feel hands on your shoulders pulling you to your feet and the blade leaves your neck.

"Who are you?" a voice asks and you turn to see a boy just around your age standing with his knife held in front of him defensively.

Looking up at him you realize where you know him from, "Toruk Makto's son?" you question before you see recognition in his eyes.

"Tsakarem?" he asks before sheathing his knife.

Nodding you retrieve your knife and sheath it and stumble through an apology, "I am so sorry. I am not used to seeing people around when I come to gather my herbs, I must have come too far in."

Shaking his head you see the hint of a smile on his lips when the other boy interrupts, "Who is she?"

Neteyam sighs before answering, "The Tsakarem of the Tayrangi Clan."

Tilting your head in confusion you mutter, "I didn't know the Omatikaya dialect was so different."

Neteyam returns the look of confusion when he responds, "You mean English?"

Shaking your head you frown, what was English? Another Na'vi language you were unfamiliar with?

"Sorry, I'm afraid I don't know what language that is. I have never interacted with people from another clan before, so," you trail off as the two exchange glances.

"It's okay," says Neteyam quickly.

"Oh, and this is my brother, Lo'ak," he says before gesturing to the boy next to him.

You hear more branches rustle, and whispers before three more people emerge from the trees. Your hand instinctively grabs the end of your knife but you feel a hand on yours, stopping you from unsheathing it.

Looking down you see that it's Neteyam's, "It's okay, those are my sisters," he gestures to the two girls whose stares are full of curiosity, "Kiri and Tuk."

You give them a small smile before your eyes land on the third figure and flinch, taking a step back. You nearly trip over a log, but Neteyam grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet, "A sky person?" you whisper, voice full of fear as you hide behind Neteyam.

Neteyam feels his face heat up as your hands land on his shoulder, using him as a shield against Spider.

Lo'ak laughs when he realizes that you're scared of Spider, "You're scared of him?"

Neteyam smacks him before grabbing your hands and taking them off of his shoulders, "It's okay, it's just Spider. He's a friend," he reassures you before pushing you in front of him.

You feel your anxiety worsen as the older of the two girls approach, "Hi, I'm Kiri," she says as she sits down on the log facing you.

"You're not Omatikaya, are you?" she asks when she notices the confused expression on your face.

You shake your head, "No, I am the Tsakarem of the Tayrangi Clan. I am here to gather herbs," you push your hair away from your face, feeling a blush creeping up your face as she leans in closer.

"Where's that?" a second voice asks.

You look past Kiri to see a girl, who must be Tuk standing next to Neteyam, her eyes full of curiosity as she stares at you.

"It's on the Eastern Sea," you say quietly, eyes glancing up at the sky, which was once a bright blue, but is now a dark grey.

"Really? What's it like?" Kiri asks as you feel a raindrop land on your face.

Instead of answering her question, you decide to call for your Ikran, watching as she soars through the trees and lands in front of you, you coo at her, "Tam tam, Tompìva."

You hear the others look on as you pat her neck, smiling sadly as you turn to Neteyam, "It was nice to see you again, son of Toruk Makto, but I must leave, a storm is coming, and I do not wish to be stuck in it."

Neteyam frowns, he had only just met you but wished you could stay just a bit longer.

"Travel safe," Kiri says before turning to walk back into the trees, Tuk, Spider, and Lo'ak following her.

Feeling the rain pick up you turn to Neteyam and give him a small smile, sad that you were leaving so soon.

He opens his mouth to wish you a safe trip home but pauses, wondering if he'd ever get the chance to see you again he quickly tears off a feather from an arrow in his quiver handing it to you, "In case we meet again."

You smile before tucking it away in your bag, "Thank you Neteyam," you quickly mount your Ikran and take off, leaving Neteyam standing in the rain, heat rising up his face.

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Pushing back your visor you dismount your Ikran, when you feel a presence behind you. Turning around you come face to face with your sister, her skin still covered in the red and white paint. Her eyes are full of anger and disappointment as she stares at you.

"You disobeyed my direct orders," her hands are clenched at her sides as she sighs, her eyes falling to the ground.

"I-I'm sorry, I just-"

"Just what?" she exclaims.

Her voice rises and you can see people sticking their heads out of the entrance to their homes, looking on in confusion.

"You have a duty to our people, as our Tsahìk, Eywa has willed it!"

Her face scrunches in anger, and her teeth are bared as she continues to berate you for not fulfilling your duties as Tsakarem. You feel your face heat up in anger and shout out, "I do not care if Eywa has willed it or not," you pause and bite your lip nervously before continuing, "And it is impossible to become Tsahìk if there is no teacher!"

You could hear the gasps coming from the homes surrounding you and took a step back towards your Ikran as Ikeyni's hands clenched into fists, "Eywa is your teacher, let her guide you."

Her voice was soft now, and she approached you as if cornering a wild animal. It was then that you heard another voice.

"Listen to her, ma tìyawn,"  Aosìng says before reaching out to you.

Slapping his hand away you mount your Ikran and take off, hearing your sister's anger filled voice as you fly through the sky.

tam tam [ˈtam ˈtam] intj. calm, be content, there there

tompìva [ˈtom.pɪ.va] n. Raindrop

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Jake

Fingertips [RDA!Jake x Omaticaya!Reader - NSFW warning]

Show Me [Jake x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader - NSFW warning]

Neteyam

Proximity pt. 1 [Neteyam x Olangi!Reader]

Proximity pt. 2

Proximity pt. 3

Proximity pt. 4

Proximity pt. 5 [NSFW warning]

Proximity Epilogue

Challenge [Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader - NSFW warning]

Aonung

Curiosity [Aonung x Human!Reader]

Attention [Aonung x Omaticaya!Reader - NSFW warning]

Moron [Aonung x Metkayina!Reader]

Wordless [Aonung apologises to Neteyam and Lo'ak in the only way he knows how]

The Deal [Aonung x Snow/Mountain Na'vi! Reader]

Burn [Aonung x Albino! Reader]

Lo'ak

Rage [Lo'ak x Metkayina!Reader]

Rage pt. 2

You [Lo'ak x Tayrangi!Reader]

Why Not Me [Lo'ak x Avatar!Reader]

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The way of love pt.I

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: Just free hate for Neteyam from you.

Lenght : 2.1k

Notes: This series will be one of my biggest BOP or FLOP, it’s a long time I wanted to write about Neteyam because... GOSH, BUT YOU HAVE SEEN HIM?! BTW. All characters will keep the age difference but will be aged eg: Neteyam 19 y.o; Lo'ak 18 y.o etc…

" y/n te Skxumew Ikeyni'ite" is your surname, means Y/n surname daughter of Ikeyni

NA'VI WORDS: PARULTSYIP: Children. KARYU: Teacher. VRRTEP: Demon. IRAYO: Thank you. OARE: Moon. 'ITE: Daughter

PART: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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The first time the Sullys visited the Tayrangi clan, you were suspicious. You weren’t a big fan of Toruk Makto, there were rumors about him, rumors that you didn’t like him and that you were looking down on the Omatikaya family. Unlike your mother, the Olo'eykte Ikeyni, one of the few women to be clan leaders and Tsahik at the same time, you did not believe that you should be on the side of a man from another world. It also bothered you that the Sullys left their eldest son to be trained by your father, who, ironically, loved to teach young people the art of hunting.

You rolled your eyes as the girls of your clan looked at the son of Toruk Makto as if he were a living legend, a god among Na'vi, to you he was simply a na'vi with demon blood. You still remembered how your clan had offered shelter to the fleeing or homeless na'vi because of the war brought above all by the father of that Omatikayan. You growled slightly as the boy walked over to you, then turned around and walked away from him, taking a seat next to your parents, checking out the Sullys.

"My daughter. The future Olo'eykte of the Tayrangi Clan and healer of the village. She will be the guide of your son Neteyam, showing him the arts of this clan and our way." Your mother’s words stabbed you in the back, and you looked at her like it might change her mind, which it didn’t. You looked at your father, Tsentey, who, though he looked back, made you think he agreed with your mother.

You took a deep breath and walked away, trying to stay calm. You hated the idea of being the leader of that half-demon, but you couldn’t help but disobeying would put you in a position where the clan would look down on you and in Eywa’s eyes you would be undeserving to be Olo'eykte.

When evening came, your parents returned to your house and looked at you slightly disappointed.

"Ma 'ite… I know it's not something that brings joy to your heart, but it is your duty as next Olo'eykte" said your father, placing a hand on your shoulder, smiling gently, while your mother looked hard at you.

"There is no time for whims. This is the will of Eywa. An Olo'eykte is already weaker than an Olo'eyktan man. If you do not help the future Olo'eyktan of Omatikaya, someone else will and you will be just a Na'vi with a lower title" Your mother said, approaching you. " Ma 'ite. You are strong. You can do it and when the day comes, you will lead this clan, show them who you are" continued and then lifted your face from your chin. "You're a warrior. Remember who you are y/n te Skxumew Ikeyni'ite. You'll be the second Olo'eykte of all Pandora and everyone will know your name. More than Toruk Makto. But you have to make sacrifices, put pride aside. You have a goal Ma Oare" Your mother put her forehead on yours and you both closed your eyes, then nodded.

"I will." You said with conviction to see your mother smile, she was right. This was just one of the trials to reach your place in the clan.

The night passed quickly and the next day you were ready to face that demon blood, you just had to train him and then after a few months send him back to his house, to the Omatikaya. Your mother encouraged you when she saw you awake as you walked past the tree house, then headed to where Neteyam was staying, finding him already outside.

"Follow me." You hissed, then walked through the village to get out and into the woods. " What weapon can you use?" You continued without turning around to see where Neteyam was.

"Knives and Bows." He replied by keeping the pace "However I am-"

You stopped him, you stopped yourself, and then you turned around and looked him in the eye.

"I know who you are. Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan" You said to then observe it. " Bows and knives? Your arms are weak" You said approaching him, touching his arm. " Your chest tight, but you have a good posture." The boy watched you turn around and talk about him. "Do you have an Ikran?" You look him in the eye when you talk to him.

"Yes, I have one." His voice was still, as if the words you used didn’t hurt him at all.

"Can you swim?"

"Pretty good" Neteyam looked at you enchanted, smiling slightly

"Tsk. You’re like a parultsyìp. I have to teach you everything." You said sighing and then continued walking until you got to the cliff that provided a wonderful view of the sea.

"The Tayrangi clan is famous for being skilled riders of Ikran, the best. We interpret the wind, understand the sea and respect the great predators and the Ikran. You have to learn to fight with more weapons, to swim, to understand the wind and the animals that surround us" You said and then sit on the cliff, breathing in the fresh air.

"I’m here for this… what’s your name?" Neteyam’s voice was sweet as he sat next to you.

"You’re not here to make friends or get to know me. Call me Karyu." Your detached and disinterested voice made Neteyam smile, who already found you interesting.

"Karyu? So you won’t tell me your name?" he said, slightly laughing.

"Not relevant for training. Now silence. Listen to the wind"

That day you taught Neteyam the basics of understanding the wind, explaining in detail how to use this to fly better, to understand when it will start to rain or other natural events. The boy, different from what you thought, listened to you interested, asking questions and coming to understand what you were explaining. You couldn’t deny it.

"For today we are finished, tomorrow we will start with the proper guidance of the Ikran, the Omatikaya use strange methods to approach the banshees" You said, Going from the cliff and stretching you.

"Did I do well?" he asked curiously, as he stood up.

"Discreetly, you are not completely Skxawng." You shrugged, indifferent. " These are things that our children learn after a week. Half a day is something"

"Something? Does that mean I can now know your name?"

"No. Why do you care so much?" your voice was sore.

"Just curiosity" Neteyam smiled and approached you

"Hmm… if you can get back to the village before the eclipse, I’ll tell you my name. Good luck" You said, and then you went into the forest, going home alone, about an hour before the eclipse, it was impossible for her to return in time, not knowing the way back. You prayed that a Palulukan would tear him to pieces, not to have him back but you could not wish this on a son of Eywa, after all even a Palulukan deserved a better meal.

Some of your companions gathered to wait for Neteyam after hearing about that little challenge, you smiled satisfied when the eclipse came and Neteyam was not back yet. " What if he’s dead?" " Maybe he found a Palulukan." "Or he got lost" Voices like this filled the air, you shrugged and turned to leave. At that moment you heard the girls cheering and shouting the name of Neteyam happy, seeing him unharmed.

You turned and looked him in the eye, after all he still lost the challenge, so the victory belonged to you. Neteyam came up with a flower.

"There’s already been an eclipse. You lost, so I don't-" You stopped when Neteyam put the flower behind your ear, smiling at seeing you with it in your hair.

"I would have won, but I saw this Sun Lily and it reminded me of your eyes, so I looked for the most beautiful, wasting time" He said smiling, shrugging. " I’ll discover your name one day, ma Karyu"

You observed him without saying anything, you did not expect such a thing. He had preferred to lose the challenge to pick a flower to give you and did not seem upset by this, indeed, he smiled carelessly. You did not understand at that moment why your heart accelerated the beat, or why you did not immediately remove the flower, or why now you looked at it without disgust or repugnance. You recovered from your thoughts when you heard some girls being jealous of you for that little gesture made by Prince Omatikaya. You clenched your jaw and looked at him.

"You still lost." you said with the little coolness you had left.

"I did, but does it matter?" He replied promptly, and then continued, "It was worth it, the flower suits you very well."

You bit the inside of your cheek and then you turned around and left "See you tomorrow." You said dryly before saying goodbye and going home.

"She’s beautiful, isn’t she?" Neteyam said to some of the clan’s boys.

"Bro, shs's the type of na'vi who eats you alive." one of the guys laughed.

"I know, and I like it." Neteyam concluded

You reported to your mother and she immediately noticed the flower in your hair.

"It’s very nice, where did you get it?" she asked, placing the flower in your hair.

"Just a stupid gift." You confessed before you took it off and left it in your mother’s hand, going to a more secluded place on one of the tree branches.

"skxawng. just a vrrtep skxawng." You said to yourself while leaning your body against the tree. " Ma Eywa, please, Great mother, make sure he learns quickly and walks away." You asked as you watched the starry sky. " Give me a sign to bear him, because he’s a vrrtep," you said before you heard a woodsprite landing on the same ear where Neteyam’s flower used to be and then seeing it not far under the tree where you were sitting. You felt mocked, Eywa today was having fun putting everything against you, otherwise you won’t explain these coincidences.

The coup de grâce came when the branch broke, dropping you into Neteyam’s arms. If you could confirm that, Eywa was trying to make you do all these things. You sighed annoyed, crossing your arms when Neteyam looked at you to see if you were okay.

"Are you hurt? Is everything okay?" he asked concerned, checking you and clutching you accidentally.

"You can let me go. I’m fine." You answered a little sour.

"A thank you is welcome, Princess Tayrangi," Neteyam laughed, and then left you standing on the ground, watching you.

"Irayo…" you whispered quietly, turning your head to the side

"I don’t understand, can you repeat?" he said smiling

"what a skxawng…" you whispered softly. " I said Irayo." This time you said fast

"I still don’t understand, I really think you’ll have to repeat it," Neteyam laughed a little.

"Are you- Irayo." You said it out loud so he’d get it in his head, and then he’d snort right after.

"You are even more beautiful when you get angry, you know?" he said spontaneously, leaning against the tree, admiring your beauty.

You swirled your eyes, restraining yourself from splitting his nasal septum or something, but for the umpteenth time Eywa sent a signal, a woodsprite on Neteyam’s shoulder. You looked up and laughed frustrated.

"Listen carefully, I don’t know why my path is intertwined with yours. I don’t want to put up with you any more than I have to. This means that if you see me falling from a tree, let me fall, if you find flowers that remind you of me, leave them where they are, if you see me for the village avoid me" You said pointing your finger at Neteyam’s chest. "The only thing keeping me from completely avoiding you is my title and my parents. You’d be meal for Palulukan if it were up to me."

Neteyam opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him. "Don’t answer, it’s already decided. Learn quickly, I want you out of this village and away from me or my people. I don’t know why my parents sympathize with your family, but I don’t agree with them. Now, if you understand that you have to stay as far away from me as possible, nod."

The boy nodded, smiling amused, watching you get nervous.

"Good. See you tomorrow Neteyam." You said saying goodbye a second time to go home.

At that moment, all you wanted was for Neteyam to disappear, him and his manners, and take away that beautiful smile and those golden eyes. Fuck, no. You don’t have to think about it. You hate him, you hate his family, you must hate him… Do you hate him?

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ ᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟɪ ᴛꜱʏᴇʏᴋ'ɪᴛᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴛᴀʏʀᴀɴɢɪ ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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TW: Avatar Frontier of Pandora Spoilers, a bit of Somniphobia, insomnia

A/N: Sorry if it feels short :(

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You were in the Avatar's tent, you were laying on a hammock that was in the far corner of the room. You couldn't sleep, more like, you didn't want to sleep, you feared that if you go to sleep, you'll end up sleeping for another fifteen years. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open, you thought of the things that you did in the past and remembered some memories you made with your teacher, Miss. Cameron. You still wondered what could of happened to her, but when you asked about her to the human, it was as if, they didn't know her. It was odd.

As much as you tried to be awake, you ended up falling asleep. That you had dreamed many things, they were confusing dreams, as if someone or something was trying to tell you something. But you also dreamt of that couple you would dream of years back, except this time you saw them a bit more clearly, you couldn't completely see their faces, but you got somewhat of an idea of what they looked like. Who could they possibly be? Was this couple related to you in a way?

The next day you had gone back to the old school building, to your old room, to get some of your things. When you looked around the old not dusty and vine covered room, you couldn't help but remember the things that would happen in the room. How you and Carmella would stay up pass your bedtime and talk to each other about whatever. You missed her dearly, same with your classmates.

You looked at your things, you only got a few things, mainly what you needed, according to you. The Scientists had allowed you to stay with them in the avatars tent. You had slept in a small corner which was now your spot in the tent. The main reason was so that they could keep an eye on your health, perhaps later on you could make your tent, after you learned how of course. You were back at the tent, in your small corner. You had brought back a change of clothes, a vest that you had, other stuff that you were given to by the RDA, and a notebook. The notebook still had your old school notes, but since there as no more school to go to, maybe you could start writing your thoughts in it.

'Where do I begin? It has only been a day that has passed since I woke up. A lot has happened since the last time I could remember, I mean, I was in cryosleep for about fifteen years now and not only that but my classmates are still in Cryosleep and I have no idea where my teacher is, It was as if she disappeared... I don't know... Everything is just confusing.'

'Not only that but I had that dream again. The one with the couple, but this time I was able to see them a bit more clearly. The woman had some kind of red on her skin and the man had some kind of armor? I couldn't tell what he was wearing, but this was my first dream in fifteen years you could say.'

You finished writing and you closed the book, it was a short summary of what's happened to far, you could maybe write something later, for now, you just wanted to process everything that is happening around you. Then you heard someone come in, the tent had been empty since the Avatars and the scientists were out doing there stuff. When you looked up to see who it was, it was none other then Tuk. Ever since you had met her, she had grown some kind of interest in you and she had liked you right away.

"Hey y/n!" she called out to you and approached you. "Hey Tuk, how are you?" you asked politely towards the kid. "I'm good! You want to come with me?" she asked, maybe the woods could do you some good. "Sure why not" you said, getting up from the floor and placed your notebook on the hammock. Tuk then took your hand and lead you out of the tent, before you both could go any further you were stopped by Jake. "Where are you two going?" he asked, approaching you and Tuk. "I'm gonna show y/n around the village" she said, turning to look up at her dad. Jake then looked at you both. "Alright, if y/n doesn't feel any good, you bring her back to the avatar tent, got it?" he told his daughter, who simply nodded and proceeded to take you away.

Tuk had been showing you around the whole high camp, first she showed you were she lived, who her friends were and where the ikran would hang around. It was interesting to see how the na'vi lived. Lastly she took you to meet both her mom and grandmother, since you had already met her dad and siblings, they were the other people you didn't meet. She had been pulling your arm so that you could walk fast towards the tent.

"Mom! Grandma! This is y/n!" Tuk yelled to get the attention of both a older and young woman. They both stopped what they were doing and looked over at the younger na'vi and the teen who was being pulled around by the child. You did the greeting gesture towards the women out "oel ngati kameie" you said, hoping that you had sad it right. Both them women did the gesture back, out of respect, then the much older woman approached you.

You didn't move, instead allowed her to get a look at you. She got a hold of your hand to look at it, seen that you only had three fingers and a thumb, it surprised her a bit, she thought that you might of been an avatar. Then she looked into your eyes and inspected them closely. "You look familiar." She said to her self, examining more of you. "Her name is y/n! She' the one that was woken up from the sleeping pod" Tuk talked for you. All Mo'at did was hum. "Well, It seems that you'll need to be taught how to live like us, unless you want to?" she said looking at you. "If that's what appropriate I will ma'am" you said.

Mo'at then turned to look at the other woman. "I believe that Neteyam would be a good teacher, what do you think Neytiri?" she asked. Neytiri nodded. "Yeah, Neteyam can teach her" she responded. Mo'at then turned back to face you. "My grandchild, Neteyam, he will teach you everything that you need to learn." She to you, then she turned to Tuk. "Tuk, could you go get your brother?" she asked, without hesitation, Tuk went out of the tent to get Neteyam.

A couple minutes had passed, Neteyam and Tuk had come in the tent. "Grandmother, Mother" he said bowing his head towards Mo'at and Neytiri. Then Mo'at went up to him. "Neteyam, you're responsible to teach y/n everything that you know of our ways, since she's already learned the Dreamwalkers way, she'll now known ours, understood?" she asked towards the young boy. Neteyam nodded and responded "yes Grandmother, I will" he said politely and respectfully. "First things first, get her something else to wear." Mo'at instructed him. Then Neteyam guided you out of the tent, followed by Tuk.

You were given a change of clothes, but instead of human clothes, it was the clothes the girls would wear. The top was of feathers that barely covered anything and the loincloth was, how could you describe it? It was basically underwear with a cloth that hanged. You looked down at yourself, to see how you looked with the na'vi attire on. "What do you think? I thought It would fit you since we're some what of the same size, later I can help you make your own" Kiri said while her and Tuk were helping you with your hair, they had put it up and added a couple braids with some beads.

You were moving a bit on the floor, trying to get used to the loincloth. "Are you sure this suits me? Aren't I showing to much?" you asked. "You look fine!" Tuk said, finishing a small braid and putting in a bead. "Yeah, you'll get used to it" Kiri said, while adding some kind of ring accessory on your queue. "Done! You look like one of us now!" Tuk said excited, helping you get up from the floor with Kiri. You felt your face heat up a bit by her complement. "I just hope that I become one of you later on." You said with a shy chuckle, while touching your hair, feeling the many little braids on your head.

You then heard both Neteyam and Lo'ak coming in the tent, they were talking about something, but Neteyam went silent as soon as he saw you. He couldn't help but stare at you, feeling his cheeks turn purple b the sight of you. "Is something wrong?" you asked worriedly, looking down at yourself. Neteyam tried to say something, but all that came out from his mouth was babbling, his brother was fed up and decided to talk for him. "I'm sorry about him, what he wants to say is that you look stunning" he said in a flirty way. Making your cheeks warm up. "Thank you.." you said shyly. Then both Kiri and Tuk decided that they wanted to take you out, so they both got a hold of your hand and dragged you out of the tent.

"Bro, what was that?" Lo'ak asked his older brother who manage to get a hold of himself. "Sorry, I don't know.." he said a bit embarrassed, then Lo'ak had an evil little smirk. "Oh~ I see~" he said teasingly. "What?" he asked. "You like y/n don't you?" Lo'ak asked while wiggling his eyes brows. "N-NO! Not at all, I am to be her teacher, and don't like her that way" Neteyam shouted, with a purple blush on his cheeks. "Uh huh, sure. You know, maybe after she completes her rite of Passage you could court her" Lo'ak adviced him. Neteyam stopped to think, maybe his brother was right for once, he could try and court you. "If not then I'll court y/n, I mean, who wouldn't want moi as their mate?" Lo'ak said with confidence, making Neteyam laugh. "You wish" he said to his little brother, earning a fake pout from him.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ ᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟɪ ᴛꜱʏᴇʏᴋ'ɪᴛᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴛᴀʏʀᴀɴɢɪ ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ꜱɪᴅᴇᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴋᴇʟᴇᴛᴏɴꜱ - ɢᴏᴛʜ (ꜱʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ + ʀᴇᴠᴇʀʙ)

TW: Avatar Frontier of Pandora Spoilers, side effects, love at first sight

A/N: Sorry that the tag doesn't work :(

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The kids had gone to get Norm, Max, other scientists and their dad. When the adults came to see the cryosleep pods, they were in shock when they saw them. How could they have missed this building, when the kids told them about avatars being in the pods, they got to work in trying to figure out how they could get the pods to open.

It was hard since not all of the pods were able to open, it's been a long time that anyone had been in here, all except for one. Norm and Max managed to get the only available pod to open. Once the pod had opened, they all saw how a female na'vi that what seemed to be 15 years old came out. Then a scientist approached the girl, looking for any sign of movements.

You slowly began to open your eyes, but you were met with a light being flashed in your eyes, causing your pupils to dilate. "Hello? Can you hear me?" the human lady asked, while pointing her flashlight in your eyes and snapping her fingers close to your ears. You groaned and slowly sat up. "Take it easy" the lady kindly said, you moved your upper body a bit, then you looked around, seen the many human and two adult na'vi in the room. "Wha... who are you?" you asked in a raspy voice, feeling yourself weak, it must have been the side effect from the cryosleep. You felt unconfutable and dizzy. "She needs to be put under observation" the lady said towards the others.

Then came two males who were na'vi, at least they looked like na'vi. One of them looked very human and the other looked like the na'vi you've been taught in class. "It's okay, just take it easy." One of them said, helping you get up from the pod. You felt your legs feel weak and trembling. Both of the na'vi men got a hold of you on each side of your body and helped you walked slowly. "Where is... m-my teacher..." you asked weakly, trying to hold onto the men as much as possible. "You'll know everything you need to know, but we have to treat you first" the man said, as him and the other walked you out the room.

You were taken to what seemed to be an outdoor lab, it was in some kind of hidden camp that no one knew about except for them. This was your first time out from the base and into the woods, the woods weren't as bad as the RDA had made it sound, it was more peaceful then dangerous, it was also beautiful. How could the RDA make something beautiful sound awful.

You had been sitting on a big stool, after you had been given something to eat and water to drink, the same lady had began to check on you. She checked your vision, hearing, body movements and every other thing that needed to be checked. "So far so good" the lady said, while writing stuff down on her clip board. You looked around the tent and saw the many things that they had, very interesting, this got you to wonder how much time has passed.

Then a man that had barely to little clothes and dreads came in the tent. "How is she?" he asked the lady, who looked up at him. "She's alright, she still has to take it easy though, her body's trying to get used to being awake again, she may feel nauseous or dehydrated, but so far so good." She explained to the man, who simply nodded. "Thank you" he said, then the lady left the tent, leaving both you and the guy alone.

"Hey kid" he said, getting closer to you. "Hello Sir" you said politely as you stood up, out of respect. The man looked surprised by your action, but got to the point. "You may not know me, but I'm Jake Sully, who may you be?" he asked politely. You then stock out your hand to him, revealing your three fingers and thumb to him, showing that you're a full na'vi and not an avatar. "My name is Y/n L/n, from class 03" you said, then Jake took your small hand and shook it. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Y/n" he said, and you responded "like wise, sir."

Jake couldn't help but notice how much of a human you were, sure you were a full na'vi, but yet you acted like a human. Then his kids Kiri, Lo'ak, Spider, and Tuk had come in, followed by Neteyam who had tried to prevent them from going inside the tent. "Is she okay?" "How is she doing?" they had bombarded their father with questions about your health. "Alright, Alright! Stay calm! She's okay" Jake said while calming down the kids. You looked at the kids, they were just like you, except for the small human boy, the other kids were around what looked to be your age, if not younger. Then you looked at the oldest boy, who had a look of embarrassment due to him not being able to keep the other kids from out side the tent.

He then looked at you, in the eyes, you couldn't explain why but you suddenly felt the time stop. He couldn't help but send you a friendly smile, in which you politely bowed your head to the boy. You did the same towards him, out of politeness. Then the youngest out of all the kids came up to you and studied you a bit, she got a good look at you. From your face and what you were wearing. "What's your name?" she asked. "I'm y/n l/n, from class 03. What class are you in?" you asked, making the kid laugh. "I'm Tuk, and I'm not in any class." She said.

Finally Jake got his other kids to calm down, then he turned back to you who was now interacting with his youngest daughter. "Kids, this is Y/n, the girl that was in the pod" he said gesturing to you, who sent them a polite smile. One thing you noticed about them was not that they weren't wearing a uniform like you were, there wore little to nothing, it was so issue since you've learned that's what na'vi wore. "Hey you know what, y/n probably needs some fresh air, she's been sleeping for who knows how long." Tuk suggested, then she took your hand and lead you away from everyone, but they followed right behind. Before Neteyam could go with them, he was pulled aside towards his father. "Keep an eye on Y/n, if anything happens bring her back, do you understand boy?" he asked his son, who nodded his head towards his father. "Yes sir" he said, then he left to follow the group of kids that had just left.

The kids had introduced themselves to you as they lead you around the woods. They've also asked you questions about how were things before you went to sleep and other stuff. "Why do you wear that stuff?" Kiri had asked, curious on why you wore a white collard shirt, a black pleated skirt, white knee socks and black school shoes. "It's my school uniform" you explained. "What's a school?" Lo'ak asked this time. "It's where they teach you many things, like how to read, write, math, speak another language and how to communicate with your peers.. it's like a place to be prepared for the real world" you talked and they listened, they seemed to be very curious about you.

Just like they had asked about you, you have asked about them. From what you heard from them, there kind of learning was way different from yours. They didn't go to school, they learned there stuff from there parents and people around them, very interesting. They also had to teach you a few things about the woods, you had very little knowledge of the woods, mostly about how dangerous they were, but this kids have been living in the woods since they were born, it must not be as dangerous as the RDA had made it seem.

But the whole time you were out, you were thinking of what happened to your teacher and what will happen to your classmates. It really worried you. While the younger kids were running around the pods that they had taken you to see, the older brother had decided to stay behind to be with you. He was basically out in charge of you, so he did what a good listener would do. "How are you feel y/n?" Neteyam asked while looking at you. "Yeah, I'm alright, just a light headache that's all" you said, then he had an idea. "Come, you might be thirsty." He said, leading you to a purple plant with leaves that seemed like tubs. He got a hold of one and gestured for you to approach, you did. "Lift your head up and open your mouth" he said, you felt a bit skeptical at first, but you did what he had asked. Then he pulled the plant down and then you felt some water splash into your mouth. It surprised you a bit, but you drank the water anyway.

After a couple minutes, Neteyam let go of the plant and you stopped drinking. "Thank you" you said, wiping your mouth. "No problem, this all most be new to you." He commented. "Yeah, I've never been in the woods, for as long as I know" you said, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden, you couldn't explain why. "You'll get the hang of it" he said with a small smile, that smile caused you to feel fluttering happening in your stomach. Then Neteyam looked up at the sky and hummed. "We better go, It's almost eclipse" he said, then he and you went back to get the other kids and tell them that they have to head back home.

When you all got back, you were checked again, it might be annoying, but due to being in cryosleep for years, you needed almost constant care since the side effects could get worse. After your check up, you had gone back to the building and ask about your classmates. Norm and Max had told you that due to the machines not being monitored for years the system somehow slowed down and it'll be a while to get everyone to wake up. That worried you, this could take weeks, months, even years, that worriedly a lot.

You headed back to the high camp, the whole time you had been thinking of your classmates, you basically grew up with them, they were your brothers and sisters, you really hoped that they'd wake up sooner rather then later. You then pumped into somebody. "Sorry!" you said, then looked at who it was, it was Neteyam. "It's alright, don't worry about it" he said kindly. "Are you feeling any better?" he asked. "Yeah, I'll be under observation for a week or two, just to be sure that I'm alright and my side effects don't worsen" you explained. When looking at Neteyam you got that fluttering feeling in your stomach again, where you feeling sick?

"That's good, I'm glad that you're okay. Have you got a word about your classmates?" he asked out of curiosity. You responded sadly. "Norm and Max told me that it could take a while to get their pods to open.. since the system had not been monitored in such a long time... this could takes months if not years.." you said. "I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sure that your classmates will be awaken soon enough" he said comfortingly. You gave him a small smile. "Thank you, I appreciate it." you thanked him. "Well, I have to get going, I'll see you around then." He said kindly and left. You watched him leave, You did not take your eyes off him, until he had disappeared. You couldn't explain why you were getting all kinds of feeling towards the boy, you've only met him today, maybe it was you being nervous or part of your side effects, but you had a feeling that you'll be seen him more often.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ, ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

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ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ ᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟɪ ᴛꜱʏᴇʏᴋ'ɪᴛᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴛᴀʏʀᴀɴɢɪ ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴋɪɴɴᴇʀᴇᴛ - ɴᴏ ᴡɪɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ!

TW: Avatar Frontier of Pandora Spoilers, mentions of death, crime's against the na'vi, a bit of angst but not really, Jake and Neytiri love trope?

A/N: Sorry this took a while, should I introduce another clans mentioned in the video game? Sorry if it feels short.

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Kiri had taken you to one of the labs in the High Camp, so that you could meet her mother. Turns out that she was adopted by the Sully's, but she still knows about her biological mother. After you had put on a mask that allowed you to breath the human air, you were then pulled to a water tank, which contained her mother. "That your mom?" you asked, while looking at the what seemed to be sleeping na'vi. "Yeah, she's gone, but not completely" Kiri said, while climbing on top of the tank and sat on it, while looking down at her mom. You couldn't help but notice how much a like they looked. She must really be her mom.

But you also realized who it was. "Is that Dr. Grace Augustine?" you asked, making Kiri look at you with a look of surprised. How did you know her mom's name? "Yeah, do you know my mom?" she asked, now curious. "Not personally, but I've seen her a couple times with my teacher Miss Cameron" you mentioned. "She'd teach other kids, we'd refer to them as the 'Outside' Kids since they weren't kept in the building like I was." You said, seen how Kiri somewhat frowned, she had hopped that you would know something about her mom. "I wish I knew something." You said with a bit of comfort. Kiri only smiled while looking down at her mom.

You'd be bonding with a dire horse. They were huge, they almost scared you due to their size. Neteyam had guided you towards a horse, it was a male station. He was busy eating some kind of honey like substance from some flowers. Neteyam then called the creature over, the stallion gladly went to him. Neteyam then handed you a yovo fruit. "What's this for?" you asked, looking at the fruit in hand. "It's for the horse, to get him to like you a bit." He explained, then horse was now facing you, sniffing the air towards you. "Give him the fruit." He said, you then brought the fruit up to the horse.

The stallion gladly ate the fruit from your hand, you felt the juices getting on your palm as well as the horse's licks on your hand. You lightly giggled by the horse eagerly licking your palm. Neteyam only watched, in awe. He felt a warm feeling on his chest watching you interacting with the dire horse, he softly smiled by the sight. Then he spoke. "Alright, now mount him." He said, you wiped your palms on the cloth from your loincloth in attempt to clean them. You then moved to the horse's side, then you jumped up to him. You struggled a bit, but manage to get on his back, sitting up straight. "Make the bond with the horse." He said, you then grabbed your queue along with the horse's antenna like queue. Slowly you brought your both your pink tendrils together and have them hug one another. The horse then let out loud neigh and stumbled around. "Crap." You squealed, hugging onto the horse neck tightly to not fall. Feeling yourself panic.

Neteyam got closed, keeping the dire horse on the spot and prevented him from moving anymore. "Now, relax your body." He instructed. You nodded, letting go of the horse's neck and sat up straight. You took a deep breath, trying to relax yourself and clear your mind. "Now, focused on feeling what he is feeling. Feel his mind, his body, his legs." He continued to instruct you on what to do. You did what you could, inhaling and exhaling, keeping your mind blank. Trying to bond with the horse. It seemed to be working, you could feel yourself bonding with the horse, as if you felt his mind, body and most importantly his legs. You couldn't help but let out a small smile, by the little achievement. Neteyam couldn't help but smile by this too.

He moved away from the horse, giving him enough space to go through. "Now, instruct him to go forward." He told you. You opened your eyes, looking forward, to see where to guide the horse to. "Forward?" you said, almost confused and a now nervous. Without a warning, the horse then galloped forward. Making you squeal out a bit by his sudden outburst. Without a warning, the horse went a bit faster, then you fell off the horse. Your queue unlatched off from the horse's. You fell on a mud puddle. Neteyam couldn't help but let out a small laugh and going over to you. "Are you alright?" he asked. You then got up on your hands and knees. "Never better." You responded almost sarcastically.

He then leaned down and helped you up, not minding touching the mud on your arms. Looking down, half of your body was covered in mud, the side of your face also had mud and it also got in your mouth. You stock out your tongue and leaned the mud out of it. "This isn't the first time I'd eat dirt." You mentioned, Neteyam couldn't help but continue to chuckle as you tried to clean the mud off yourself. Neteyam then stopped and leaned a bit closer to your face, not too close, just enough to look at your features properly. "Is this a birthmark?" He asked. You then touched the part of your face that didn't have mud on it. You felt the small mark on your left cheek.

"Oh, yeah." You responded almost shyly, by how close he was and how he manage to see the small birthmark on my face. Neteyam only smiled, seen how your cheeks had turned purple. "Go get yourself cleaned up and we'll give it another go." He said kindly. "Alright boss." You replied, walking over to the water fall.

You and Neteyam were back in the village, your whole body felt sore. This was your first time in fifteen years that you felt like that, you were used to it, but everything just felt new. You had to go get checked, you were recovering well, thanks to the fresh air and keeping yourself distracted helped. After your check up, you went back to your small corner. You sat down under your hammock, with your notebook in hand and your pencil.

'Today was interesting, it was my first day in training. This was a bit more difficult then the training was used to. Instead of trying to drive one of the vehicles or air crafts, I rode a horse. A huge one, it was almost as if, it was right for me to be riding that animal, despite not being used to it. It was if I was born for it. Not only that, but Neteyam has a lot of patience, it's almost weird. I'm used to being told that I needed to learn faster and that fast results were needed, things here are a bit odd. I'm used to getting yelled at for not 'trying' hard enough or getting it the first time. I felt somewhat relifed that he didn't yell at me. Hopefully I get the hang of this new lifestyle of mine or just get used to living like the na'vi..'

When you were done, you place your pencil on the last written page and closed the notebook. You then saw Kiri and Tuk approaching you. "Hey y/n!" Tuk said happily, as if she was glad in seen you. "Hey." You responded. "We wanted to know if you wanted to come eat dinner with us?" Kiri asked, before you could answer, Tuk began to plead with you. "Please will you come? Please please please!" she begged like the kid that she was. You couldn't say no, so you nodded. "Yeah, I'll come if that's not issue." You responded, Tuk had jumped in exitment, seen that you agreed.

You were now sitting in the Sully's hut, everyone was sitting in a circle, you were squished between Tuk and Kiri who had been telling you what things that they were eating were. You were new to this, normally you'd eat the food provided by the RDA, which was terrible. You looked down at the huge leaf which had white bugs that were curled up. You grabbed one, examining it first, not sure if you have to remove something or just bite it. "Its Teylu, it may look weird, but it taste good once you try it" Tuk said, you nodded, still looking at the bugs on the bug in your hand. You then just went for it, taking a bite. It felt crunchy, you face scrunched up a bit, but you continued to chew tasting both the sour and gooey stuff. "It's not that bad, taste better then that awful stuff I've ate before." You commented, making Tuk laugh. "You can say that again." Jake chimed in, eating his Teylu.

It was silent at first until Lo'ak had decided to ask a question. "Soo.. Y/n, can you tell us more about school?" He asked. This made everyone's attention to you, they too wanted to learn what stuff you did at school. "I mean well. I learned how to read, write, along with other things such as math and science." You said. They just stayed quiet and listened, eating their food. "What it fun at all?" Tuk asked out of curiosity. "Depends. It was fine, but I didn't like having to stay locked up in a building almost twenty four seven. Besides that, we were mostly taught about Military. Some wanted to be marines, others wanted to do air force." You said, then Jake asked. "Wait, so basically you were all being trained into being Soldiers?" He asked, he had a look of confusion but he also looked modified. "Yeah, they said that they wanted us to show an example to the Outsiders that they would work with the RDA." You explained.

Jake eyes widen, he knew what you meant by that. Your words didn't sound genuine. You sounded as if you were programed into saying that. It'd make sense since he had learned that you were in the RDA for a long time. "What if, the others didn't want to do military?" he now asked. "Well, we had a choice, we could either do military, be scientists or go work in the mines." You said, as if it was nothing. Jake only nodded, processing what you had finished saying. He didn't question any further, he just went back into eating his food. For the rest of the evening you had been telling them more the pros and cons about school to the kids. They had seemed very hooked while Jake and Neytiri only watched.

After dinner, you had gone back to your tent. While the Sully kids were getting ready to sleep. Jake had a lot on his mind, he was outside the hut, pacing around, thinking about what you had said to him. "Ma'Jake? What is wrong?" Neytiri asked her husband, she had finished putting the kids, specially Tuk who had a hard time going to sleep. Jake looked at his wife, his look had some concern. "I'm thinking about what Y/n said." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "How so?" his wife asked him, wanting to hear his thoughts. "She..I don't know fully, but. It's obvious that she was brain washed into thinking way. Her and those other kids are obviously from other clans and were taken, but they were probably made to believe that the RDA had 'recused' them. I call that complete bullshit." He said to him.

Those words had made Neytiri go back to an old memory. It happened a while ago. She was still a child, she had heard that the Sky Demons had attacked the Tayrangi Clan when they still lived in the forest. She remembers how Ikeyni and Tsentey had arrived at the old Hometree, asking for help. She remembers seen their people crying in both pain and suffering. She had heard that they had set their home on fire and how some of the children had been taken, as well as some people getting killed. That was when she also learned that Ikeyni had also lost her daughter. She was too deep in thought that she didn't hear Jake calling to her. "Babe? Babe? Earth to Neytiri?" he said, getting her attention. His wife looked at him, she had a look of concern. "I know what you mean. Many years back, the Tayrangi clan got attacked a while back when they still lived deep in the forest. The Sky People had come to their land, taking most of the children and killed their families. Ikeyni and Tsentey had gone to home tree asking for help. It was sad to see, lots of people injured, some got burnt and their children got taken. I still remember the look of pain in both Ikeyni and Tsentey, they had lost their daughter." Neytiri explained.

Jake couldn't help but listen. I made sense on why Ikeyni did not hesitate and join in the battle of the Hallelujah Mountains. He understood her a bit more. "So, It's a possibility that one of this kids from y/n's class could possibly be Ikeyni's daughter?" He asked his mate. Neytiri nodded. "Possibly, but we won't know any time soon." She responded. Jake could only nod in understanding. He really hoped that you'd learn about your true origin, where you truly came from. He also hopped that the other kids would wake up so that they too learn the truth.

It was a new day, you got ready for your training. You had change of clothes it was another top made from leaves and other raw materials. The loincloth was only a dark brown miniature like skirt. You were still trying to get used to these kinds of clothes, specially the loincloth, it was a bit uncomfortable, but you had to use these clothes. It almost felt like a requirement. Before you went with Neteyam, you went to check up on your classmates to see if their was any luck, but nothing. You could only hope that your classmates would be okay.

This time, you were going into the woods with Neteyam, who had been carrying a bow and a few arrows. "Have you ever used a weapon before?" Neteyam asked. "Um... I know a way around a gun, mainly a snipper rifle." You admitted, while you followed him, until you both stopped at a secluded area. "Hm, what is that used for?" he asked. "It's a gun used by Snipers. It's like a bow and arrow, but instead you're using a gun from a hidden distance." You explained. Neteyam just hummed. "We're you planning on being a Sniper?" he asked again, souding a bit confused by this 'Sniper' word, you nodded." Well, today you'll be learning how to use a bow" he said, motioning for you to get closer. Once close to him, he handed you the bow. He then proceeded to position you on how to hold the bow properly.

Neteyam handed you an arrow. Placing the feathered end on the string. "Pull" he instructed, then you pulled the arrow backwards on the string slowly. "Hold" he said, making you stop. Again, he preceded to fix your position, moving your arm which held the arrow a bit higher and placed a hand on your back to straighten it. "Keep your chest up and take a deep breath." He said, you followed orders. "Look at where you want the arrow to hit" he said, closely to you, almost whispering. You then looked over at him, seen how close he was to you. "Okay, let go" he said, you then let you, not looking at were the arrow hit.

"Not bad, but you still need more practice" he said turning to you, making you quickly turn away from him and look at the arrow, it had landed on a tree trunk, missing where you had wanted it to land on. You felt a bit embarrassed. For the rest of the time, Neteyam was teaching you how to properly used a bow. He was surprisingly patient, he didn't get mad whenever you'd miss your target or broke an arrow, you were used to getting scolded for the smallest thing. Your old peers wanted fast results and had a lot of expectations, this time your teacher seemed very patient.

After a while, your arms and back felt sore, same with your fingers. "You did good, still a bit more practice, but you're a fast leaner" Neteyam complemented. You felt a purple blush creep up on your cheeks. "Thank you, you're very good at teaching" you complemented back. Neteyam gave you a small genuine smile, which made your face heat up a bit and your tail slightly wag. "What else is there to do?" you asked. "Well, next you'll have to learn to get around the forest, basically you use all your five senses, but what's importantly is that you use your strength. In order to survive around here" he instructed.

Once you had collected the bows and whatever arrows you had left, you had the job to carry them around, as a part of the training. You were learning how to climb trees and walking around thick branches. Neteyam moved fast, while you caught up to him. This felt like those obstacle courses back in the base, except these were bigger and very difficult to get around. You watched how Neteyam got a hold of a branch and with his whole body weight, he manage to swing himself to another branch. You stopped, hesitated to do what he did, not sure if you'd be able to that high and not fall.

Neteyam had stopped in his tracks, seen that you were still across the other branch. "Y/n! It's okay, just take a deep breath and use your strength!" he yelled. You looked at him, then back at the ground, seen how far you were. You took a deep breath, placing your bow and slung the quiver on your back, taking another deep breath, you ran towards the branch, and you jumped. You got a hold of it, even though your arms were sore, you still manage to pull your body weight over to the other thick branch. You let go of the branch and landed on one across the first.

You wobbled a bit but you manage to catch yourself, your breathing had quicken by the short moment, looking back at the previous branch you were once on. You sigh in relief, glad that you did it. "It wasn't so hard now was it?" Neteyam walked over to you with a small smile. "Yeah, I'll have to get used to that." You said in a chuckle. "What? They didn't teach you how to climb and jump from tree to tree?" he asked teasinly. "No actually, my training was done on the ground." You responded. "Alright, come on" Neteyam said, moving forward again, while you followed.

We continued to walk and swing onto branches, it was also part of my training. This was much harder then an obstacle course. That was more on the ground, this was high up in trees. If you fall, you could possible break a bone or something, because of how high it is. Its almost a ride or die type of situation. It got more difficult. As we ran through more branches, Neteyam then slung his bow over his chest and jumped off the branch. All you could do is just watch as he fell down. Gracefully sliding off the huge leaves. You sighed, also slipping the bow over your body and leaped off the branch.

You couldn't help but let out a small shrike, your body was hitting the leaves. You tried to slide down, but that didn't work how you planned. Finally after falling for a long time, you fell on your side onto a soft giant mushroom and rolled down to the ground. You quickly got up and dusted dirt off your body, along with leaves. Neteyam could only watched, with a bit of concern. "You alright?" he asked. You only nodded, taking some leaves off your hair. "Yup, I'm good." You responded, feeling a bit embarrassed for because of what he saw. He only nodded, but took the time you see if you had any small injuries. "Alright, let's just continued on ground, so that you don't get hurt." He said, as he picked up your bow and gave it to you. When you grabbed the thin wood, your fingers brushed off onto his. You couldn't help but look up at him, for a moment. You locked into each other's eyes. The small moment was cut short when you took your bow from his hands. "Alright, lets go." You said, awkwardly. Neteyam nodded, while clearing his throat. Both you and Neteyam began heading back to the high camp. In an awkward silence.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ, ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

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🌊 Tsahìk of the Eastern Sea Neteyam~ Sully x fem!Tayrangi!Na'vi! reader Chap. 2🌊

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warnings~ blood, death, please lmk if i missed any!

wordcount~ 2.4k+

Tompìva = raindrop = your Ikran's name

te Tsyuäval Ìe'ite = your Na'vi last name

requests are open!

italic dialogue is in na'vi!

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Hot tears mix with the rain as they roll down your cheeks, you take a hand away from your Ikran to push them away, and urge her to move faster. The wind whips through your hair as lightning illuminates the sky, and the sound deafens you as you take refuge in the trees. Landing, you dismount Tompìva and pat her neck, trying to find a somewhat dry place to hide when you spot a small metal building. After calming your Ikran you take refuge inside the small cramped building.

After entering the broken down door, you take note of how strange the small building is, and decide that it must be a skyperson's home. Wringing the water out of your hair you lay down on one of the soft beds at the end of the room, hoping no one will come back here anytime soon you drift off into a dream filled with your sister's shouting and look of disdain.

You feel something tap your arm and flinch, covering your face with your arm, "Five more minutes tsmuke," but the tapping doesn't stop.

Sitting up you glance around the unfamiliar surrounding before remembering the events of the last night. Standing you glance out one of the broken windows, sunlight streaming into it, nearly blinding you.

The ground is soft and muddy under your feet as you step outside, the rain is now long gone. Stepping towards the trees your feet catch on something and you fall face first into the mud, "Damn!"

Groaning, you sit up and inspect it, no damage, but notice a strange metal thing poking out of the ground. Your face contorts in confusion when you look down at it, noticing a skull inside of it.

"What is this?"

Hearing a twig snap, and movement in the leaves, a chill runs down your spine. Your tail flits against the ground nervously as you unsheathe your knife, dropping the skull. The shaking of leaves to your right makes you flinch, turning you watch as a pair of yellow eyes glare at you. And that's when you feel it. An arm throws you to the ground, and another grabs your Tsaheylu and yanks you up.

Hissing at your unseen attacker you struggle against his grip, but it's no use as your knife is knocked from your hand.

"And who might you be?" a voice asks as you flail and kick the air.

His hand grabs your chin roughly and forces you to look up at him, his eyes scanning your face for something. You hiss, baring your teeth at him before he laughs and tightens his grip.

"You don't look like him," he says and you glare.

"I don't understand," you choke out as his hand tilts your head from side to side.

"But you could be useful," dropping your face he turns to leave.

As he takes a step into the trees you watch as an arrow flies past him, landing in the dirt. The end is covered in familiar blue and yellow feathers, and your heart sinks. Why did you follow me here?

Another arrow plants itself in the person who's holding you, and they fall back choking on their own blood. With your new freedom, you snatch up your knife and slash at the two behind you before running to the trees, your legs carrying you as far away as possible before you slump to the ground.

Trying to catch your breath you hear the sound of gunshots ring through the forest. Freezing, you wait before standing and running back to the abandoned building. You can feel your blood run cold at the sight, the strangers gone, and in their place bleeding out on the forest floor is Aosìng.

Kneeling beside him you almost puke. His body is littered with at least five bullet holes, putting pressure on the wound you call for your Ikran.

"Damnit! Why did you follow me here?" you shout as you pull him onto your Ikran and take flight.

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It doesn't take long before you reach the parts of the forest you'd never even attempted to go to before. And you watch as the trees begin to thicken blocking out the forest floor. You urge Tompìva to slow down when you see strange tracks parting the trees, and a train comes into view. It speeds along the rail soundlessly as you pass by, careful not to be seen. Hearing the screeching of other Ikran, you glance over to see ten others flying around the train.

Flying lower, you attempt to land when you hear an explosion and feel yourself falling through the sky. Your hold on Aosìng weakens and he slips from your hands.

The last thing you hear before your body hits the ground is the pained screeching of Tompìva as she falls with you.

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Neteyam's eyes scan the area around the train as the others grab supplies when he hears the screeching of an Ikran. His head whips around scanning the sky when he spots it, a blue and purple Ikran falling through the sky and into the trees, its rider not far behind. He glances over at Lo'ak before heading off to the forest.

He rushes past the trees trying to find it, hoping it isn't too serious when he spots it. The now dead Ikran laying atop its rider. He rushes to their side slowly lifting the Ikran off of them and gasps. A girl who couldn't be much older than him is lying on the forest floor covered in her own blood.

After lifting her up his face falls once he recognizes her, "y/n?"

There are two bullet holes scattered across your torso, and one almost on your neck. He carefully lifts her into his arms when your eyes shoot open, "Tompìva!"

You leap forward, your hands cradling your Ikran's head in your lap as you sob. He watches as you turn and look around, muttering something he can't hear through your cries before you collapse.

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Your head pounds and your eyes flutter open, the glow of fire greeting you. You stand, wincing in pain when you notice someone standing at the entrance, looking in at you. You realize you don't recognize them when a hand forces you to sit.

"Your wounds will reopen if you do not sit and rest," you glance up to see an older woman now checking your wounds.

Slowly scanning the room, your eyes land on your small bag, once filled with flowers and herbs, now laying empty by the fire, and the memories come flooding back.

"Tompìva! Where is she?!? Is she hurt?!?" you shout, your breathing ragged as you frantically reach for your bag, only for a voice to stop you in your tracks.

"Who are you?"

Your hands tightly grip your bag as you look up to see the man in the entrance speaking. He looks familiar, you think to yourself before you clear your throat, answering his question, ""My name is - te Tsyuäval Ìe'ite. I am the Tsak-" you pause, deciding on whether to tell them the truth or not, but decide against it, "Who are you?"

His face is unreadable as he steps closer to the fire, a woman walking in behind him, her eyes with suspicion as she looks you over.

"What were you doing in the forest? And where are you from?"

You glare at him, repeating yourself, "My name is  - te Tsyuäval Ìe'ite. Who are you?"

He groans in frustration as the woman next to him puts a hand on his shoulder, whispering something in his ear.

You cross your arms and watch as they argue, before he turns to you again, "I am Jake Sully, Toruk Makto, and Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya Clan. Now, what were you doing in the forest and where are you from?"

You cover your mouth, concealing a gasp as you realize where it is you recognize him from.

"Ikeyni," you cough and wince before continuing, "I am Ikeyni's sister, Tsakarem of the Tayrangi Clan of the Eastern Sea."

He looks at you in confusion, looking to the woman before she speaks, "Ikeyni?."

A look of surprise washes over Jake's face as he turns to you, "Then what were you doing in the forest?"

You can feel tears pricking at your eyes when you recall the last conversation you had with your sister, and how you stormed off in the middle of the night.

"I was gathering herbs," you lie, your voice cracking at the end, and you can already feel the hot tears spilling down your cheeks.

His voice is solemn when asks his next question, "And where is your Ikran?"

A sob escapes you as you wipe away your tears, "She is with Eywa now," your hands wipe furiously at your eyes as your body is wracked with sobs.

Neytiri turns to Jake, her eyes full of concern, "We should let her rest, for now."

He nods in agreement before leaving, thinking about what to do next.

~🌊🌊🌊~

You wake in a cold sweat, your dreams filled with the screeching of Tompìva, and your sister's words, "You are the Tsakarem, future Tsahìk of our Clan. What would I do if you had-"

You shake your head, pushing the thoughts away when you hear someone clear their throat. You turn to see Kiri standing in the entrance, a plate of food in her hands. She gives you a small smile as she walks towards you, taking a seat in front of you.

"Hi," you take the plate from her, careful not to spill its contents on the floor.

"Hi Kiri, right?" you whisper, your voice still hoarse from the screaming.

"I didn't think I'd see you so soon again," she says as you take a small bite of the fruit on the plate, cringing when the sour taste envelopes your mouth.

You thank her and push your hair out of your face, dreading what will happen when your sister finds out where you are.

"If it's okay, can I ask more about the Eastern Sea?"

Her voice is cautious, as she looks down at the floor. Setting your bowl down you nod, grateful for a brief reprieve from the events of the day.

"There's sand everywhere, and the ocean is always so pretty-"

You're cut off when you hear someone clear their throat. Looking up you see Jake standing with his arms crossed as he nods to Kiri.

She gives you another smile and grabs your plate, "I hope you recover soon."

You return her smile and thank her again before Jake walks closer to the fire, his brow twisted in contemplation.

Your eyes stare at the floor as you wait for him to speak, your hands twisting the ends of your hair. And you wonder where you lost your hairclip when he finally speaks, "So, you won't be able to leave right now," he gestures to your wounds, "But once you're all healed up, we'll take you back, okay?"

You frown, "What of my sister?"

Head spinning you jumped to your feet, nearly doubling over in pain as you hobbled to the entrance, "I swear I saw her Ikran before..."

He sighs as he rubs his eyes, "Ikeyni is fine, your friend however," he trails off as if trying to find the right words to say before continuing, "He'll live, but it will take longer for him to recover."

"My friend?" you question as you sit up, trying to remember more of what had happened before you blacked out.

That's when it hits you, Aosìng, that stupid skxawng! He had somehow managed to find you and from the looks of it, abandoned the raid. Which shouldn't have been for another two days...

"Was that, the raid?" you ask quietly crossing your arms.

Jake nods as Mo'at leaves, "It was moved forward after a change of plans."

But before he can you grab his arm, "Does she know where I am?"

Jake takes a deep breath before answering, "No, she doesn't know where you are."

You feel a mixture of relief and guilt wash over you. Relief that your sister is safe, but guilt for how you left things with her.

"When can I leave?" you ask, looking up at him.

"We'll take care of you until you're healed enough to travel, and then we'll take you back," he replies, his voice steady.

You nod slowly, taking in his words. You know that you owe gratitude to the Omatikaya for saving your life, but you can't help but feel like you were worsening things with your sister by staying.

Laying down as he leaves you let yourself drift off to an uncomfortable sleep.

~🌊🌊🌊~

Neteyam's eyes glanced over at Kiri as she filled a bowl with more fruit. His tail flicked about impatiently as she started to leave. Crossing his arms he gently grabbed her shoulder, "Do you mind if I take it to her?"

Kiri glanced up at him and smiled, "Sure," she said before handing him the bowl.

Carefully walking to the end of the caves, Neteyam entered your hut to see you sitting in front of the fire arms crossed.

"Kiri, I'm not really-"

Clearing his throat, Neteyam interrupted you, "Here."

Watching as you accepted the bowl from him he sat across from the fire.

"Are you, okay?" he asks and then immediately bites his tongue.

Your expression is one of worry mixed with guilt as you set the bowl down.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"It's okay," you reassure, giving him a small smile before continuing, "I feel guilty," you pause at the feeling of warm tears rolling down your face.

Feeling a warmth on your face you blink, and see Neteyam's hand wiping away the falling tears.

"Guilt over what?" he asks his voice low.

"I got into a fight, with my sister," a sob wracks your body as you remember the look on her face as you left.

She had been so disappointed.

Netetyam's mouth opened and closed, trying to think of what to say, before a sob wracked your body. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, resting his chin on top of your head.

A few moments of silence had passed, Neteyam's chest now wet with your tears before you heard something clatter to the floor.

Looking over Neteyam's shoulder you flinched, Aosìng was standing in the entrance, gripping it so hard his hand shook.

~🌊 🌊 🌊~

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Sneak peek: Syawn ch7

“Come now you three, we practiced before” syawn kindly tells her children. Neteyam and syawn gently push forward the three in front of them. There were slight whimpers of protest but among the three, one of them stood in front of the other two. As a cute way of protecting them. “A brave one you are '' the olo’eykte compliments. 

The one that protects the other two, was focusing on her head piece. A gasp of realization, the triplet pointed at Ikeynis face. 

“SLINGER!” 

She blinked twice, confusion was written on her face. 

“SLINGER! SLINGER!” 

The child repeats. And the other two followed.

[devieuls]

The way of love pt.II

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: Blood and free hate <3

Lenght : 2k

Notes: All characters will keep the age difference but will be aged: Neteyam 19 y.o; Lo'ak 18 y.o etc…

NA'VI WORDS: PARULTSYIP: Children. KARYU: Teacher. VRRTEP: Demon. 'ITE: Daughter

PART: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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The night went by with an agonizing slowness, making you think only of the boy Omatikaya, while your heart beat faster and faster at the mere memory of the boy’s laughter, or of his hand touching your ear to lay a flower he had chosen for you. You hated these feelings, the thought of your heart going crazy over the Sullys' firstborn made you sick and damned you, so much so that even the beautiful moonlight entering the room didn’t take your mind off it.

"No. I have no feelings for that Omatikayan boy. It’s just a… a…" you couldn’t find an adjective to describe him negatively, after all he was always kind and smiling, and that made you hate him more. " A Sully! A skxawng vrrtep Sully!" You said against the ceiling, finding some comfort in that offense. You would turn around in the hammock, looking for a comfortable side to get to sleep without thinking about that guy, you did not want and did not have to feel feelings for him, then why were you blushing and your heart beating so hard?

After many hours, you managed to fall asleep and this time the morning arrived with a deadly speed. You were always more certain that Eywa was making fun of you, and you didn’t understand why, after all you were always regarded as the golden daughter of Olo'eykte, the one who was not wrong and devoted to duty. So why damn you like this?

You yawned and reached out to your mother to share breakfast with the family, and then you noticed the flower of Neteyam on the table, you rolled your eyes and looked at your mother.

"Didn’t you throw it out yet? I thought I told you it was a stupid gift," you said and then started eating some berries from the forest.

"Ma 'ite, it’s such a beautiful flower, why throw it?" asked the matriarch, softening her gaze as she watched her beautiful daughter, realizing that something new was being born in you.

"Because it’s a gift I didn’t appreciate, keeping it means appreciating it. Throw it away" You said firmly, you didn’t want to have anything that demon gave you.

Once breakfast was over, you left your house, finding Neteyam outside your house, with a sweet smile as he waited for you.

"Good morning, Karyu. Did you sleep well?" he asked, following you, noticing how you turned your eyes annoyed by his presence. " You don’t care. Today we have so many things to do, you better concentrate" You responded by walking faster, still feeling his steps behind you as you reached the beach. " Watch out for the descent, it’s full of sharp rocks"

"Are you worried about me?" he asked, laughing slightly. " No. I worry about myself, I am the healer of the village, I should waste time patching your ass up as if you were a parultysìp" Your tone was sour, but this did not remove the smile from the lips of Neteyam, who followed you undisturbed.

"Then I better hurt myself, if it will be your sweet hands to cure me," Neteyam blew the words on the shell of your ear, for he stood behind you. You shuddered and turned to him. " You. AHHH! Unbearable. You are an unbearable child. Distance. Keep the distance." You said pushing him back with your finger on his chest, growling at him.

The day went on as follows: Neteyam making you damned and stressed, your Ikran probably preferring suicide to hearing you fight like children, You scolding the jokes he used to make, and you coming out of it exhausted at the end of the day. Once you got ashore, you broke the bond with your banshees and sat on the sand.

"Okay, at least tell me why you treat me like this. I didn’t do anything to you," Neteyam suddenly said, looking at you waiting for an answer.

"You don’t have to care. I’m your teacher, not your friend. I don’t have to like you, I just have to teach." You said looking out to sea, legs to chest.

"I don’t know your name, I don’t know what you think of me and why you treat me like this, I don’t know why you threatened me and consider yourself my teacher?" He said nicely, not looking away for a second.

"Like I said, keep your distance."

Actually, you wish you hadn’t insulted him or bothered to lead him into the ways of the Tayrangis, but your mother had given you a burden to bear and you wouldn’t have let her down, not again.

"I have the honor of being the only one to be treated this way or is it the practice?" He asked approaching you

"Stop talking, and listen to the sea and the wind." You said irritated, closing those eyes as you inhaled.

Neteyam couldn’t help but observe you, your bioluminescent freckles drawing constellations on your cerulean face, your thinned eye cut, your clothes and your body. In his eyes you were perfect, perhaps the most successful creation of Eywa or the direct daughter of Eywa, leading him to doubt your blood bond with the Olo'eykte of your clan.

"You know, your freckles glow like stars." Neteyam said out of nowhere, "They’re very beautiful."

You turned in his direction, looking at him and judging him in silence. Your feline eyes thinned, sharp as blades.

"Stop." You sighed, "You’re annoying."

"Only with those who show themselves not to give me even a chance" Neteyam’s voice was sure, his eyes focused on you and his body leaning slightly towards your person.

"skxawng…" Your voice was thin and you could hear the look of Neteyam burning your skin, bothering you but making your heart beat like never before.

Neteyam gave up a laugh at the way you called him, yet he sought some kind of foothold to get close to you.

"At least tell me why you hate me, I’ll make it up to you." His sweet voice hit your ears, scratching your skin.

"You can’t make it up to me." You said coldly, putting distance between the two of you again, looking him in the eye with hatred. " Neither now nor ever." you continued.

"Why? I-" he began to speak but was silenced by your hand which rose to indicate silence.

"You. Your family. Everything about the Sullys is cursed. Demon blood mixed with that na'vi, your family is a bringer of destruction and death. No matter how much you try to make up for it, the only way is for the Sullys to disappear." Neteyam’s pupils dilated as he listened to you without having words to formulate. You took his wrist and raised his hand and left a cut on his palm. "Cursed blood, demon blood. Destruction and death is in you as in all your family" your voice was sharp as Neteyam’s palm filled with blood very slowly.

"It’s not like that. I’m Na'vi as much as you, Eywa has protected my father from the beginning, so we are not demons… let me at least-" You stopped him again, growling to keep his distance.

"Eywa makes mistakes sometimes, evidently this is her greatest." You said pointing at him and then standing up and being taken by the wrist by Neteyam, his warm blood now wet your skin, while his eyes begged you to wait.

"We never killed Na'vi, never." He whispered with pain, partly this was true but if the demons of heaven had made war at pandora was also because of Jake, those deaths had to be on the conscience of his entire bloodline.

"The war killed them, took away homes and destroyed families. A war brought by your father" At that moment Neteyam stood up, never taking his grip off your wrist.

"My father brought salvation, became Toruk Makto to save the clans and remember that your mother joined him to win" He said approaching you "Why are you so… difficult. I’m here to learn, just be nice."

"Kind? Kind to you? My family lost a daughter in the war because of YOUR family, and I should forgive you? Be nice to you? I hate you Neteyam Sully, you’re just one of the Na'vi I can’t kill for Eywa. Stand. back."

You growled, grabbed your wrist, but this time Neteyam pulled you to him, leaving you a few inches away from his body. You felt a lump in your throat as your heart started to go crazy again, making you hate yourself as never before. Neteyam’s arms were warm and comforting, you felt a sense of protection so close to him. His breath mixed with the wind as his natural scent entered your nostrils, causing you to swallow bitterly. Your wrist was brought to the height of his chest, making your palm lay at heart level.

"What are you-" Neteyam stopped you, whispering a "Shhh, it’s your turn to listen" his warm voice made you sigh deeply.

You felt Neteyam’s heart beating against your palm, you felt his long, deep breaths as he looked down on you, being enchanted to see your person finally relaxed near him. " Eywa is my mother like yours, My heart beats like yours, my lungs breathe your same air thing demons can not do" Neteyam approached you again, and then lift your face from your chin "And you know what differs me from them? Like my father, I was interested in a beautiful and strong Na'vi."

You took a long breath as you looked into Neteyam’s eyes, at that moment all the disgust, hate and resentment had vanished somewhere in your person, leaving room for the earthquake that was being born in your womb. Your eyes softened for a moment and little chills rose from your legs to your back. You didn’t know how to answer, you wanted to vomit on him as much as you hated him and hated his family, but how bravely your throat could formulate something that neither your heart nor your mind thought,

"I said keep your distance." you whispered, swallowed, looking slightly away, and then felt Neteyam’s hand resting on your jaw and pulling your face back toward hers.

"I can’t." whispered him passing the look from your eyes to your lips, then returning again to your eyes "I can’t keep my distance if our ways continue to cross. I know you don’t hate me inside, and you know I’m a good person." He said by stroking your face.

All this was so fast, so fast that you were most likely in that state of shock, not for anything else, at least this you tried to make you believe, failing miserably when Neteyam caressed your face. You felt like such an idiot when he looked at your lips, because inevitably you did the same with his lips and you couldn’t believe they looked so soft and warm. Your breath was suddenly cut when he slowly drew his face to yours, and your heart decided to let you experience tachycardia.

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Notes from the author:

Yes, you may hate me for cutting to the most interesting point, but it is to keep the threshold of attention longer. yk

Literally, Neteyam doesn’t even know your name, but he’s so precious, he seems like the kind of guy who would keep acting like a prince to someone with a stronger character. While I was writing, I seemed to see Neytiri and Jake in the beginning, in fact there are some references in the first part, maybe even here.

However, remember to put Like to support the stories, reblog if you’re enjoying this series and leave a comment with your opinion. Luv ya

Mel

[devieuls]

The way of love pt.VIII

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: ///////

Lenght : 4.6k

Notes: I’m praying that you like the series, because it’s getting closer to the end. Leave a comment to make me understand how it’s going, luv u <3

NA'VI WORDS: TANHI: Star; KARYU: Teacher; 'ITE: Daughter; kenten mì kumpay: a sense of being in an environment where you’re prevented from acting naturally or doing what you want to do; nga yawne lu oer: i love you

Character Cast: NEY'NARI: Your dead sister; IKEYNI: Your Mother; TSENTEY: Your Father; YÌMKXA: Your Ikran; ULEYTE: Your bestie; TUL'PEY: Your future Mate

PART: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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"Does she know?" Lo'ak’s tone became serious for a moment. "No, not yet. I’ll tell her about that when the time comes. " "Our father will skin you alive,bro" said the youngest. " Probably…" The conversation turned to the end.

You had taken a basket of Spartan fruit and steamed Teylu; you would have liked to hear the conversation between Lo'ak and Neteyam but most of the words were a mix of Na'vi and that language you couldn’t understand. When you were ready you came out of the hut, you looked at the boys with a slight blush on your face. "I took what I came looking for… please, take the water…" You whispered with a thread of voice as you passed the two boys. You could see out of the corner of your eye that Neteyam had tried to touch your elbow when you passed in front of him, but he retracted his hand after his brother’s gaze fell on him. You didn’t give much importance to this detail, taking it for granted that he had made this choice in order not to make you feel further uncomfortable with his brother. When you returned to your family’s hut you noticed that your mother and Neytiri kept talking about some strange event they had faced when they were young; Jake arguing with your dad about warrior stuff while the one you recognized as Tuk and Kiri were talking to each other. You put the basket on the table and then you were invited by the little one to sit with her and her sister, at the beginning you were reluctant to approach them but then you had the courage to sit down with them; Kiri hadn’t looked at you most of the night while Tuk was anxious to meet you.

"I’m Tuktirey! You’re Neteyam’s friend, aren’t you? Your hair is so beautiful, wow!" the voice of the little girl was ringing but pleasant to listen to as she touched some of your braids, admiring the small jewels that were wedged between them. "I love your clothes and your jewelry! You are really beautiful, y/n!" she continued, making genuine and sincere appreciations on every part of you, only to be stopped by Kiri who could feel your slight embarrassment as you thanked little Tuk. "Tuk, if you keep this up, she’s gonna run like a hawk" said the girl who must have been about your age, as she touched Tuk’s braids, making her peel off slightly from you. "I am Kiri, but I think you know us at least by name, Neteyam never misses the opportunity to talk about us" her eyes rolled as if she already knew that 100% he had done it, in fact she was right. "Coincidentally he did it just today, It’s not like we had a lot of time together outside of class hours or formal events," you bit the corner of your mouth slightly as your eyes fell on the floor. Kiri noticed that there was something deeper, but remained silent to not make you uncomfortable, after all she had just met you.

At that moment the two young Sullys also entered the hut with some Dapophet leaves that contained the water all of you would need for the long night. The lanterns that were placed inside the hut began to light up with the arrival of the eclipse of the day, while the two boys took their seats near you and the two sisters.

Neteyam sat between you and Tuk, often holding her when she needed the affection of his older brother. You found out that Tuk was particularly close to Neteyam, you could tell by how she whined at the thought of going back to the Omatikaya clan without her brother, and how she complained that Lo'ak couldn’t braid her hair like Neteyam, or by her laments for how Lo'ak always prohibited her from following him into the woods. It softened you the dynamic between them, you could see yourself so much in Tuk, at least 'the old you', the one a little rebellious and mischievous, but endured by the older sister. You also laughed at the way Lo'ak was reprimanded by Kiri when he said something extremely stupid or when he appeared in the stories as a powerful warrior. After a long time you felt happy, you no longer had the burden of thinking about tomorrow or your duties, In one night, your shoulders shook thanks to those who until last month considered 'demons'. The thing that left you most enchanted was how Neteyam smiled and tried to keep all three brothers quiet, almost like a father to them. When it came your turn to speak you found yourself bickering with Neteyam, as he was too modest to be complimented on his skills or improvements; Sometimes you two find complaining and contradicting eachother about some funny scenes that happened while you were training, like the fact that he almost drowned that morning while trying to stay under the water as long as possible.

Suddenly Tuk opened her mouth to talk, drawing your attention. "Neteyam, you and y/n are mated? Becaus-" Lo'ak plugged Tuk’s mouth with Teylu, getting a tender pout from the little girl. "Tuk, you’re talking too much, eat something" Lo'ak said embarrassed as Neteyam blushed and looked slightly away as he scratched the back of his head. "No, just friends. We’re just friends, Tuktirey" you said smiling, while Lo'ak held back a smile that was certainly containing a laugh. Your eyes shook him in the moment, while Kiri had managed to connect the dots in her mind. Kiri looked first at Neteyam and then at you, noticed how the brother swallowed in embarrassment and tried to hide the blush on his cheeks, and how you looked at Lo'ak badly for his expression and embarrassed smile. The marks on Neteyam’s chest and the small scratches behind his back, and then he noticed some hickeys in the upper thigh and closer to your intimacy. She nodded in silence, while a dark veil covered her face after realizing, feeling bad for you, since most likely you did not know yet. "Friends? You seem so close though" Tuk said with his mouth still full, as Lo'ak sighed with relief as he hadn’t mentioned that little detail that only Neteyam could have told you. "is because I am his Karyu, in this month he spent more time with me because of the lessons that with the other Na'vi of the village" Neteyam’s head nodded agreeing.

The evening continued along the same lines: funny stories, Tuktirey insisting that you and Neteyam were a couple, Lo'ak and Neteyam trying to silence her in their strange language and Kiri maybe contemplating death and then talking to you gently. Towards the end of the evening, the Sullys went to sleep in Neteyam’s hut, as they would leave the next day late in the afternoon. You were happy to have met the Sullys, you had discovered how they were simply Na'vi with their flaws and merits; it made you laugh as Jake seemed so trained when Neytiri spoke over him or corrected his grammar, you found them tender… Now that you were lying in the part of the hut dedicated to you, you couldn't help but smile as you looked out of the window hole, still lying on your carpet, talking quietly to the stars and the wind. This was something you often did when you needed to vent both positively and negatively, it made you feel so close to your sister, and you hoped she would hear you tell her about your experience with the Sullys. A gentle breeze came into your room and made you smile, thinking it was Ney'nari’s answer, interpreting that breeze as your sister’s encouragement to move on and continue to bond with that family you were afraid of before and disgusted with.

"Y/n… y/n, are you awake?" a voice coming from outside made you get up from the ground and look out the window, and then notice Neteyam looking for something on the ground, as to hit the window to attract your attention. "I’m awake. What are you doing here at this hour?" you said noting the late hour. Neteyam’s face rose and smiled as he looked out the window. "I told you, I can’t sleep if you don’t say good night, Ma Tanhì," his voice was slightly lowered, so as not to attract the attention of sleepers in the village. He approached your window, albeit slightly higher from where he was. "Skxawng, go to sleep. If they found you there they would skin you" you whispered, trying to make your voice heard only to him. You had to hold back a smile for that gesture as foolish as it was sweet, which had particularly impressed you. "Then say good night, so I have quiet dreams." His eyes chained to yours, watching the little smile that was born on your face. "Goodnight, 'Teyam," you said quietly as you put your cheek on the palm of your hand, noting how happy and uplifted Neteyam seemed after your words. "Good night, ma eywa," you blushed when he called you "Eywa," you didn’t expect it and he knew it. He looked up to you as you smiled like a carefree child thanks to him. After seeing you smile like this, he would surely have had more than golden and serene dreams.

Your gaze fell on him again, his eyes open as he watched you as if you were his entire universe, so much love in those golden eyes that made you blush and smile. You looked at each other in silence for a few minutes, while he was mimicking you with sweet words that you could understand even without hearing his voice. "ma eywa, sweet dreams… nga yawne lu oer" The boy’s voice made all the love and adoration he felt for you, making you smile. You sent him a kiss with your hand, which he took theatrically and carried to his heart, doing the same with you before leaving. Now your back was leaning just below the window, while your hands were resting on your chest, at heart level, squeezing that flying kiss that Neteyam had left you. Neteyam had become the cure you needed after all the years you spent hiding your unhappiness from the world; small gestures like these simply brought you closer to that precipice that was love. You should have been afraid, you were a woman already mated for years, soon the rite of Tsaheylu with Tul'pey would have come, but your mind was poisoned by Neteyam. You fell asleep with a sweet smile on your face, asking Eywa to pass the night quickly so that you could see Neteyam again as soon as possible, you were already missing his sweet touch and scent.

Eywa welcomed you into the dream world and granted your wish, bringing the morning quickly. When your eyes opened, the rays of the two suns hit your face, and for the first time it didn’t even bother you. You got out of bed with a smile on your face and when your parents saw you so sunny they were strangled, they smiled at you and you needed some berries and fruits that they had gone to get from the shed. "Ma'ite, today you shine more than the suns." Your father’s voice made you smile and nod as you savored the sweet juice of the Yovo fruit. "It’s true, what delights your heart so much, ma'ite? We haven’t seen you like this for years." Your mother continued, before passing a hand through your braids and giving you a maternal smile. It was true, Ney'nari’s death had marked you in everything: the smiles were false and if they were true you noticed with how much weakness you held them in face; your character more off and calm to emulate that of your sister, totally making you another person; the way you seemed to sprinkle joy and tranquility made them think for a moment that their sweet, rebellious and old y/n was back. "It’s just a beautiful day, no big deal." You whispered with slight blush on your cheeks as you squinted under your mother’s caresses.

After breakfast, you changed your clothes and rushed out of your hut, hoping to see Neteyam soon. You arrived in front of his hut and welcomed by Tuk, who had apparently just woken up, but did not deprive you of her sweet welcoming smile. "Looking for Neteyam? he went to the village with Lo'ak a little while ago" Her sleepy voice made her even more tender, made you think if Neteyam had the same tenderness as a child. " Thank you Tuktirey" You answered her and then laid a hand on her head, slightly upsetting her braids, while she laughed softly. You thanked Tuk before going to the center of the village to look for the two brothers. You met Lo'ak right away, and he seemed quite insistent on not letting you go looking for Neteyam, not understanding why he was so ambiguous. "Lo'ak, please, let me go find Neteyam" you said gently, repeating yourself several times before abruptly departing from him, following the sound of two voices, one of which sounded vaguely like Neteyam’s. Once you got to where the voices came from, you could distinguish Neteyam’s shoulders and back, but not with whom he was speaking, even though the female voice was unequivocal. "Shit, I tried to stop her…" Lo'ak said once he reached you, spinning Neteyam and showing the figure of a beautiful and tall Na'vi, with long black braids adorned with feathers and flowers typical of the forest; Her clothes were obviously well-made, and you could tell she was of a high status other than that she was definitely a warrior. Your eyes passed from her to Neteyam, failing to understand who Na'vi was close to him.

"Who's she?" Your voice was slightly absent as you looked Neteyam in the eye, looking for sincere answers, but reading only embarrassment and fear in those golden pools. "'Teyam, w-who is she?" you repeated again, not understanding why he didn’t answer right away, and why he wasn’t reassuring you "MaTanhì… she is…" His voice was broken as he searched for words he could not find. Your heart beat in your throat as you felt Lo'ak gently take you by the wrist, as if to take you away from there. "His mate. I am Reyin'al te Sxeke Ninat'ite…" Replied proudly the woman who before was behind Neteyam and who now wrapped her hands around his arm. "… Tsakarem of the Omatikaya" The surprise crept into your gaze, your eyes widening in disbelief before the stark reality that was revealed before you. "Tsakarem of the Omatikaya…" You yanked your wrist from Lo'ak’s grip, as if to get rid of it. Your heart seemed to have stopped like your breath, your eyes that were before on the woman, now they returned to the face of Neteyam who did not have the courage to look at you.

All the happiness that was before in your body evaporated like water under the scorching sun, your eyes went out of disbelief and it hurt you that Neteyam now didn’t even look you in the eye, giving you a tacit statement to what the girl had said. You would have wanted him to say 'No, it’s a misunderstanding' or something to cheer you up, but he didn’t. You searched in vain for his gaze for endless seconds, and then you tightened your jaw and nodded at the Na'vi who answered you, and then you turned around and left as your heart fell apart. You heard footsteps behind you following you, but you didn’t turn around for a second, because you knew if the steps were Neteyam’s, you would collapse in front of him. You found yourself immersed in a whirlwind of emotions as you ran away from him, a tumultuous tornado that tore your soul apart. A wave of pain swept over you, like a fist to the chest that left you breathless. Your heart, first filled with joy, broke into a thousand pieces, leaving a deep wound burning inside you while. The feeling of emptiness warmly welcomed you, as if something essential had been ripped from you. Anger enveloped you like a burning fire, a flame that blazed in the depths of your being. The bitterness is mixed with tears running across your face, cursing you for not being strong enough to hold them. The confusion struck you, and along with it the overlapping questions in your mind, looking for an answer that can make sense of what you heard. You felt lost in a maze of conflicting emotions, unable to find a way out. Sadness envelops you, a heavy mantle that oppresses you and makes you feel deaf to the words of the boy who was following you. Your world has fallen with such speed that even your certainties were dissolved.

A warm hand but too strong to be Neteyam’s kept you from running away. Once you turned to the owner of the hand you noticed that the person who followed you was Lo'ak, and a sense of desolation covered your face. "Y/n… I tried to-" Lo'ak’s voice snapped when he noticed your shiny, slightly red eyes, immediately realizing he had no excuse. " He would have told you… he was waiting for the right moment." He said before he looked away from you, lest you feel uneasy at the tears that streaked your face without your will. You swelled your chest several times, trying to regain the gift of the word, which had been taken away from you by that storm of emotions that had exploded in you. " Isn’t it too late for that? He had plenty of time to talk to me about her." Your broken voice made an idiot hear the boy in front of you, as if anything in his brother’s defense would be in vain. "Y/n.. I understand, I tried to keep you from looking for Neteyam because of that, because I knew he wanted to talk to you first," he continued, letting go of your wrist. "If so, he would be in your place now." Your tone was sour and poisonous, to this statement of yours Lo'ak did not know how to respond without looking like a complete idiot.

He knew you were right, you were absolutely right to feel that way and to be angry. Before he snapped to follow you, the look of Neteyam watching you leave gave him the courage to do what his older brother couldn’t. He was sure Neteyam would tell you, he wasn’t a liar, you could trust him and his word, but Reyin'al’s sudden arrival had ruined all the plans. Neteyam had never loved Reyin'al, they had grown up together, known by the whole clan as the two strongest and most admirable warriors, Mo'at had paired them from an early age saying that their union would bring greatness to the Clan. Despite this, Neteyam had always seen Reyin'al more as a friend than a mate, he had grown up with the love stories of Neytiri and Jake and dreamed of meeting his soulmate like them. He had always felt too close in that relationship, so much so that he had never really tried to make it work, he wanted to try 'true love', fight to meet it and have a sweet ending like his mother’s. Neytiri had always supported his son’s dream, clashing with Jake who agreed with the decision of the elderly Tsahik, reminding him several times that she was destined for another man but still chose her partner. And Neteyam had finally figured out how his mother felt about her father when he saw you, falling in love with you day by day.

"Just yesterday he was under my window, sending me kisses and sweet words, and then…. receiving this poisoned knife. Don’t tell me you’re gonna tell me because I don’t believe a word of it." You hissed before you walked away from Lo'ak, hearing him say something remotely like "Kenten mì kumpay…" Blood was boiling in your veins for trusting him. The pain spread in you like a fire burning in your chest, a feeling of weight that oppresses your breath. Every beat of your torn heart seems to recall the bloody wound that made you lose your breath, a excruciating pain that spreads in every fiber of your being. Feeling you vulnerable as your knees found peace on the grass, near the precipice where it faced the sea.

A reluctant hand landed on your shoulder as you growled. "Lo'ak, go away." Your tone was high, it was releasing all the pain that was building up in you. "Ma Tanhì… I-" You walk away from that delicate touch as if you were struck with burning iron when you realized that voice belonged to Neteyam and not to Lo'ak.

Neteyam had found the strength to follow you and his brother only after a few minutes of derealization and shame, but when he managed to reach you you were already gone and it was Lo'ak who showed him the way to find you. His remorseful look was on your back, hoping to see your face and explain the situation. "Go.away." You spelled it with clenched teeth, giving him your back as you wiped away tears that seemed not to want to stop coming out of your eyes. He swallowed, taking a long breath to start talking. "Ma Tanhì… let me just explain, please" His voice was broken as he tried to explain himself, seeking your consent to speak. You rose from the ground and looked him in the eyes with contempt and disappointment, your shiny and slightly swollen eyes destroyed him more than your words could. You shook your hands in a fist to try to condense your anger as Neteyam’s gaze became increasingly guilty.

"Explain? What do you want to explain. You have a partner and you didn’t tell me." Your words hit her skin like arrows. "You knew about Tul'pey, and you didn’t tell me about that 'Reyin'al'." Your voice was filled with hate as you yelled at him against words that scratched his skin and soul. "I wanted to-" you stopped him with a wave of your hand, and then growled at him. " You lied. You lied and deceived me." Neteyam’s jaw twitched as he listened silently. "You made promises." You started pushing him backwards.

The tension was now palpable in the air, not the usual pleasant tension, a destructive and cramped. Your eyes burn with anger and disappointment, your hands hit hard on his chest making him back, trying to vent all his frustration and pain in one blow. Driven by the anger and wound that had crept into your heart, you struck his chest at other times, letting each blow be a cry of protest against his actions. Each punch, slap or push was accompanied by sharp words, screams of pain and growls that intertwined with your anger. But unlike Tul'pey, Neteyam accepted your desperate cry and took each blow in silence, letting you vent on his body if it would help you feel better. "I hate you. I hate you, Neteyam. I hate you with all my heart," you yelled at him in the face as you held back every tear, as your fingers sought a foothold on him, scratching his chest before pushing him again. He wanted to hug you and let you cry over him, but he understood that now your wound was still fresh and bleeding brutally.

"I want you to leave. Now. Never come back. Go away with your parents today. I don’t want to see you again." You said to then walk away from him, while your hands were still shaking from the rush of emotion that passed through your body. "Go away. Take away your promises and your partner. I put myself at risk for you…. and you ruined everything! " This time Neteyam’s hand approached you, and then was struck by your hand. "Everything I said, I really meant it. Every promise, every compliment, everything was true… She's not you. I never wanted her, I want you, ma Tanhì…" Your eyes still looked at him with disgust as your heart betrayed you by beating so hard for those words. " You lied. You’re a liar. I don’t believe you." You answered with clenched teeth, before screaming to relieve the tension. "I didn’t lie to you… please, ma Tanhì, listen to me." His voice was broken as he tried to get close to you, being rejected. He felt guilty, he promised never to make you cry again, love you and make you happy, but now he was holding in his hands the pieces of your broken heart. "Go away. I said you have to go away!" You yelled at him, his eyes lowered to the ground. He didn’t know whether to listen to your request and let you go or be deaf to your voice and insist on his position.

Neteyam took a deep breath, approaching you and taking your arms, looking you in the eye. "Ma Tanhì, listen to me and if you want I’ll leave. I never wanted to be with Reyin'al, we have been mated all our lives, without choice. I fell in love with you, just you and every aspect of you. I feel horrible, a monster, seeing that I hurt you so much, it was not my intention… I swear to Eywa" A tear twisted Neteyam’s face and laid his forehead on yours. You took a deep breath, repressing all those feelings sent from your still bleeding heart and growled at him. " I would have told you, I swear, I would have… Reyin'al came unannounced and ruined everything, believe me. Let me fix this… I-" "Do not touch me. Don’t touch me anymore." You said growling, then try to get away from his grip. "I'm begging.. Don’t reject me" he whispered in a tone of voice that died in his throat and let all his pain shine through, but also the desire to keep you close. "Go to your partner. Just go." you made sure to spell the words, then feel his hands let go and hesitate before leaving. " Go. GO AWAY!" you yelled at him again, clenching your jaw and struggling with the conflicting feelings that were being born in you.

It was clear that Neteyam wanted to continue the speech, you could read it in his face: his shiny eyes that hesitated on your hands and then your eyes, as his jaw twitched, the way his tail sent you specific signals, or the way his voice died in his throat. He accepted your request and disappeared into the forest, while you dried your tears and your hands spoke the cold ground beneath you, as if to seek some comfort. You wanted him to stay, but at the same time you wanted him to leave; to kiss you, but you wanted to hurt him, to hear his words, but you were deaf. You spent a few hours in that place, letting nature embrace and welcome you, remembering that you could ask for advice and receive comfort from your sister by making Tsaheylu with one of the voices trees that was placed just a short distance from there. You needed guidance and someone who understood your emotions, so who better than your sister to help you figure out the way to go?

[devieuls]

ˋ Déjà-vu .

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Reader ( ONE SHOT )

Synopsis : The Na'vi say that every person is reborn in multiple lives and in each of them, is in a constant search: that of the soul mate. A bond so deep and mysterious that it overcomes the barriers of time and space, uniting two beings destined to meet in each universe. Through the ages and dimensions, kindred souls who seek each other, recognize each other, pushing each other like irresistible magnets. Because the soul mate is the perfect reflection of ourselves, a connection that goes beyond appearances and circumstances. And so, in every life and universe, destiny is intertwined to unite those souls who are destined to be inseparable through the Great Mother.

Warning : None. FLUFF

Recommended Songs : Habits - Genevieve Stokes; Blue - Dreamy, YUP!; Hotline Bling - Billie Eilish; Radio - Lana del Rey; Cinnamon Girl - Lana del Rey

Lenght : 3.6k

NA'VI WORDS : TANHI: Star / Bioluminescent freckles

NETEYAM: 19 y.o / Y/N: 18 y.o

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Hidden among the winding branches of the centuries-old trees, stood the forest of the Omatikaya clan. Its beating heart was a mysterious universe blessed by the Great Mother, a refuge where wild nature manifested itself in all its majesty. The suns, filtering through the thick foliage of the trees, painted golden scales on the moss carpets that stretched between the giant trunks. The air, dense with humidity, smelled of fresh earth and life. Each breath filled your lungs with earthy aromas and floral fragrances, mingling with the sweet singing of birds and Ikran competing for air dominance. Their trills echoed through the bush, dancing with the leaves swinging in the wind like a natural chorus, singing a timeless symphony. The soil, caressed by roots woven like affectionate fingers, housed a myriad of creatures. Invisible to the eyes, the insects buzzed in a concert of whispers, accompanied by the delicate rustle of the leaves that grazed each other. The dewdrops hung from the webs like shining pearls, while the nocturnal creatures found rest in the shade, waiting for their time.

In the midst of this symphony of nature, you were sitting on a rock near the edge of a pond, immersed in the quiet and harmony of the forest. Your gaze reflected the deep connection with the flora that surrounded you, an inner harmony that was reflected in your serene smile as you watched some fish shuffle between your feet in the water. Dressed in clothes with shades of the earth, you seemed a fragment of this landscape, a soul enchanted by the power and beauty of the forest, albeit with details that brought back to the marine flora to which you belonged. You started humming one of the ancient songs of the Tayrangi clan as you stretched your fingers towards the water in front of you, brushing at the fish that lived there quietly, remaining enchanted by that piece of paradise found. You had spent all morning wandering in the forest, and now you were sitting there enjoying the early afternoon making you feel free and weightless, emptying your mind of thoughts and doubts, devoting yourself to solitude. Not far from that almost enchanted place, a second Na'vi was following a small sprawling path to start the hunt, bow in his hand and feline eyes as he sought the perfect spot to start hunting. To distract Neteyam from his main objective was a foreign melody from the forest, which he had never heard before but which seemed so familiar to him. Neteyam’s attentive ears awoke to hear the song, allowing him to pinpoint the direction from which the sound came. < A voice in the forest? > He wondered as intrigued he ventured in the direction of almost hypnotic singing. Curiosity got the better of him as his head peeped out of a tree, watching a young na'vi beauty sitting from behind while humming.

Neteyam could only see the back of the Na'vi, contemplating every inch of your body that seemed to him already so lived, already admired, already touched: your shoulders narrow and thin, slender as your arms, the thread of the top on your back that covered your breasts in front, the small waistline that had around some threads with seashells and sea beads as pendants, and the soft sides leaning on the rock, slightly covered by your loincloth draped at the sides. Your long black hair slightly covered your shoulders with some braids and loose curls, embellished with some shells and sea pearls that went to match the jewel around the waist. His mind was clouded by both your body and your voice, making him feel almost drunk with you, without a real reason, but enjoying your mysterious presence and the melody you created. Neteyam couldn’t decide whether to stay hidden and admire you in silence or approach you, remaining a few minutes to think about what to do, until he made the decision.

Crack < Shit. > Neteyam thought

You turned when you felt a branch break behind you, revealing at your sight a tall male unknown Na'vi who was approaching, and then remained embarrassed by the branch. The Na'vi was particularly attractive and there was something about him that seemed strangely familiar, as if it wasn’t the first time you saw him. Your heart began to accelerate inexplicably and you blushed in embarrassment as you stood, feeling the fresh grass tickling your skin. You opened your mouth, as if to look for meaningful words to start the conversation with, but you felt like you were enchanted by that boy, admiring every single detail in him, losing in your throat all the sentences you were collecting. His eyes, big and honey-colored, sweet but sure, as bright as even Pandora’s suns; around his neck he had a reddish choker beaded, where a strange necklace that you had never seen before landed and you were sure it didn’t belong to Pandora; the toned chest where a cummerbund Omatikaya was tied underneath, revealing that he was a warrior, which you also noticed from the leather armguard and leg guards, as well as the typical Omatikaya knife and armband; your eyes fell for a second on his blue loincloth, observing the songcord that wrapped on one side. His strong natural scent was already recorded in your memory, not understanding how it was possible, and it made you feel strangely good. Your gaze rose again on his face, noticing that like you, he wore feathers on his ear, with colors typical of his clan. Your attention finally fell on the bow in his hand and you thought that he was hunting, and because of yours you had distracted him or scared away the animal he was watching.

"I… well, I thought I was alone," you put your hands forward as an apology, thinking that you had ruined his hunting trip, and then notice that young Na'vi was approaching you in silence, not disturbed by your words of apology before giving you a sweet reassuring smile. "No, don’t stop, please. You sing beautifully," he said. His eyes explored your person, enchanted by your figure: big golden feline eyes, soft lips, two strands of braids fell in front of your face; around your neck you wore some necklaces typical of the Tayrangi clan, the top you were wearing was made of long red and white feathers, just like the ones behind your right ear. "Neteyam of the Omatikaya clan… you are?" < beautiful > he wanted to add, but he just implied that he wanted to know your name. He took his fingers to his forehead and then pointed out to you, as a sign of greeting, a gesture that you then reciprocated. <"Neteyam? I’ve heard this name before…"> you whispered as the boy approached you, and then dug up his name in your memories. "Neteyam the firstborn of the Olo'eyktan and Tsakarem, isn't it?" you asked as you approached him too, not understanding why you felt so safe in his presence, or why your stomach was so upset. "O-oh, forgive me, I didn’t introduce myself. Y/n te Skxumew Ikeyni'ite" you concluded, blushing slightly for your carelessness. "Ikeyni, mh? you… you are the daughter of Ikeyni, the Olo'eykte of the Tayrangi clan?" He asked nicely as he looked at you a little more, breathing in your perfume, getting a little drunk on you again. "Yes, I’m the eldest son of the Sullys. but I know Ikeyni’s daughter, I didn’t remember her so... beautiful" <Smooth, Neteyam, too smooth.> "Oh, I’m Ikeyni’s second daughter, you don’t know me for this. You know my mother from the war council, right? She only bring my big sister Ney'nari, as she will be the next Olo'eykte of the Tayrangi clan. You’ve seen her, you know… tall, beautiful, long braids and kind, it’s hard not to remember. She has a beautiful voice and a good presence, she is a friend of everyone…" you answered him, smiling shyly, and then looking at him and contemplating him for a while longer. "My mother. She… she talked a lot about you to our clan, even my sister did, so I know who your parents are. And that’s why I know who you are, your name lives up to your father’s, you’re admired in all the clans, I won’t be the first to tell you all this… Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m talking way too much" you lowered your eyes slightly swallowing as you laughed slightly embarrassed, not knowing why you suddenly felt so awkward in front of him as your heart pounded in your chest. You were amazed by him, you admired him because of the stories surrounding his name and his greatness despite only nineteen years of life. "It’s a pleasure to meet you… Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan" you tried not to stutter, to the veiled compliment of the boy but the blush on your cheeks betrayed you, just like your tail.

Neteyam put two fingers under your chin, lifting your face, making you meet your eyes again. The heart beating hard enough to risk a heart attack. "The pleasure is all mine, Y/n. Just call me Neteyam, Neteyam is… fine." said, giving you a sweet smile. "And don’t worry about talking too much, as I said I like your voice, it's soft and beautiful. In addition I’m used to my little sister, I’m a great listener… especially for the right voices" His eyes slipped on your lips almost instinctively, feeling in your mouth a strange sweetish taste, as if he had already tasted your lips. "Anyway, what’s a Tayrangi doing in the Omatikaya forests? I don’t remember being warned, especially if the Tayrangi in question belongs to the Olo'eykte family" he asked gently, without taking his hand off your chin, enjoying your soft, warm skin. "To be honest? I ran away from the clan in the middle of the night because I wanted to visit the Omatikaya forest" you took a short break, slightly backing up, biting your lip as you confessed. "You know, my clan has beautiful coasts, beautiful beaches, a lovely sea and small woods but… we don’t have such beautiful forests, such tall trees and so much lovely greenery. My mother doesn’t want me to leave the clan alone because of the sky people, so if I asked for permission she would have denied me… so, you know, I ran. I know it is not something honorable as the daughter of an Olo'eykte, but I am very responsible, I swear…" You smiled slightly, without looking at him. "I’m just curious, and a bit rebellious, yes." You hoped your words had not horrified Neteyam, knowing him by his reputation as a strong warrior with solid principles. Your heart began to beat fast as he laughed at your confession as he passed a hand through the braids.

< He laughed… is good thing, no? > you thought. The excitement in your voice was as evident as the sincere wonder in your eyes, and this warmed the heart of Neteyam, fascinated by your carefree and ruthless sincerity, but especially by that rebellious streak that characterized you. "Are you telling me that you fled in the middle of the night, unbeknownst to your mother who is also Olo'eykte, because you wanted to see the forest and the trees of my clan?" asked him with amazement, looking at you. You nodded enthusiastically as you blushed slightly. < Wonderful. > he thought, even more enchanted by you.

"You are… I have no words to describe you, but there is nothing wrong with wanting to explore the beauty of a place, curiosity makes us alive, but you should not run away in the middle of the night, it could be dangerous" You smiled at his statement, heartened that he did not have the same thought as the elders of your clan. " Aren’t you afraid of getting into trouble?" "Hmm? Oh no, I’m used to getting into trouble. This is a 'trouble' bigger than the others, but certainly smaller than the future ones" you admitted while smiling, shrugging. "Let’s just say I’m lucky I’m not the oldest. Too many expectations, too many burdens, commitments and duties, the perfect daughter who will one day become Olo'eykte. Fortunately Ney'nari is the eldest daughter, and this burden is all hers, and she is fine with it. I am a free spirit, that is. The more you try to slow me down, the faster I run, you know. Life is one, so why follow the rules if I’m not hurting anyone, right?" Neteyam looked at you mesmerized, knowing that you had all that rebellious character that he lacked, and he felt attracted to you like never before. He felt he already knew what your character or thoughts were, and he found you so wildly perfect "I’m sure my mother will yell at me and I’ll have trouble with her, but… look how beautiful this forest is. These trees are beautiful, and the sounds? Ahh lovely! I was just curious, and now I’m fascinated, your clan’s forest is… mesmerizing. It’s the risk to take for a wonderful… experience. Wonderful, isn’t it?" Your voice became sweeter and more excited as you looked around with enchantment, breathing the cool breeze.

Neteyam’s eyes did not come away from you even for a second, enchanted by your being. "Yes, wonderful…" He said breathless, not meaning the forest at that moment. You looked at him and smiled once more as his heart beat and recovered, rushing suddenly, noticing your freckles shining under the lights of the forest. "Yes. The forest is wonderful. Even though I grew up there, I can’t help but agree with you, ma Tanhì…?" Neteyam used that nickname almost naturally "Tanhì?" you asked, approaching him. You weren’t annoyed, you recognized that nickname, you knew it was something that belonged to you, something you were used to, but you weren’t sure about that.

"I’m sorry, it just… I don’t know, it just came naturally to me" Neteyam said embarrassingly, squinting as if to recover himself. The heart beats faster to both, butterflies in the stomach fly wildly and every gesture, every word exchanged, seems full of meaning. "Don’t you feel like you’re…" you interrupted him. "Experiencing something you’ve already experienced?" you completed his sentence, and even this gesture reminded you of phantom memories, as if you were used to doing it. "Yes…" he whispered. "I just feel so.." fu Neteyam to interrupt you now. "at peace with you around." You smiled nodding "Yeah..". You started laughing together because of that innocent harmony of completed sentences and then looking at each other, falling into each other’s eyes. A look that sparked a spark of familiarity in your intimate. Even if you two can’t explain why, you feel a kind of deep connection that seems to go back a long time. Eyes that you had already loved once, souls that were already united in the past, as if you already knew, every single detail. Neteyam could see you all the way, as if your eyes were not a mirror of your soul, but a door he already had the keys to.

"I don’t know why but your eyes are so familiar, and also your voice… and your scent" You started, and then took a deep breath. "Have you been in my clan before, maybe?" Your eyes did not come off even for a second from his, and he did the same. "No, never… that I remember, never. But I don’t know why I feel I’ve been once, maybe for the Day of Atonement we met in some clan… I have vague memories of a forest near a precipice" he said, laughing and then looking for the warmth of your hand. "and it’s as if I’ve already felt your touch on my skin" he concluded "No, no way, on that day I am always in my clan. But I too remember a forest and a precipice… Near the village of my clan there is a similar precipice, overlooking the beach" Your eyes fell on your hand laid on that of Neteyam. "I feel the same." you answered with a thread of voice.

"I’m so sure I’ve seen you before, but I don’t know where…" You started talking, and then you laughed sarcastically, carrying some braids behind your ear. "Maybe in a past life we were connected? Do you think?" Her voice was sweet, and a smile painted on her lips as she watched you hypnotized. "No, I don’t think… I never would have had a partner in my previous life, just like I didn’t want in this life. Remember? free spirit, no bond or…" he interrupted you "Duty? isn’t it? You’re the kind of girl who doesn’t want to be connected because she’s free and rebellious and knows that no one can love or accept this rebellious side of you, and you don’t want to be below anyone because you have a strong temper. It’s you, right?" Neteyam took the words out of your mouth. You swallow with a nod, and then you feel some twinges in your head, like memories that were flocking and unlocking one behind the other with speed never seen. "How do you…" you whispered in disbelief. "I don’t know, I just know" he said. "You and I, we met, if not in this, in another life. I feel it, my heart feels it, my body and my mind. Isn’t it the same for you?" His voice was intrinsic of sweetness, hope and almost dreamet memories. You nodded watching him mesmerized. "Maybe… In another life, it can be. It is said that Eywa always brings his children together, maybe we were friends or family.. or "he looked at you, smiling when you paused. "Lovers?" he completed the sentence for you. You blushed and laughed. The heart that was pushing against your chest, as if to get to Neteyam’s, your stomach shaking, and the breath that was missing, were all feelings you had already experienced in some part of your mind. Your hand still stands on Neteyam’s, finding it comforting, experiencing a great sense of déjà vu experienced by both. "Yes… lovers"

You walked away from him, taking long deep breaths, not fully realizing what you had said. Neteyam’s eyes looked at your back as you turned your back, approached you carefully and then laid a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, it’s not something bad. Maybe we were just two people on the same wavelength, you know, not necessarily lovers. You are a free spirit after all, I doubt that in another life I did not appreciate this character of yours, at least not less than I am appreciating it now" His voice was warm and gentle, almost comfortable as he tried to reassure you. "It’s not that, it’s just… weird. We just met and it seems like we’ve known each other since time immemorial, I’m not used to these things" You admitted, while your stomach was knotted and it was making you little twinges. "Maybe I should… go… I don’t want to take any more time, you were hunting, right?" "Actually I’m not wasting my time, and hunting can wait. You wanted to get to know the Omatikaya forest, didn’t you? I was born and raised in these forests, I could take you to all the places you can’t imagine." He reached out to you, hopeful. You looked at him uncertain. "You’d get in trouble. I escaped from my clan by disobeying my Olo'eykte, besides I’m in the forest of your clan without warning, how many rules am I breaking? And you would be my accomplice." You admitted worried about him, knowing his spotless reputation. "You said yourself that life is one and that the rules should not be followed, we do nothing wrong" He replied looking into your eyes hopeful. "You’re gonna get in trouble, and I’m twice as bad for ruining your reputation, plus it’s gonna be late and your parents are gonna be mad, you’re not gonna be able to hunt, and-" he laughed and grabbed your hand. "Just say yes, and I will work hard to offer you only the best. I will bring the stars down to you if you ask me" This sentence he said sounded so familiar in your head, as if he had already once told you. "Ma Tanhì, just yes." Your hearts were beating at the same pace, on the same wavelength, as you swallowed the knot in your throat that you created when you were looking for excuses not to get him into trouble. " Yes…" you whispered, and then you heard Neteyam’s smile.

The sense of déjà vu grew stronger in the hours you spent together. Neteyam took you to observe the forest with his Ikran, holding on tight to him, as your Ikran was still too tired from the night journey. He showed you the Hallelujah Mountains where there were some free Ikran in the sky and others who rested in their house; he also took you where their Home Tree had previously been. He made you explore the forest as much as possible, enjoying your amazed eyes and excited voice at every unknown thing he showed you, feeling truly free, even in his presence. There was something inside of you that told you it was okay to trust him, that you could be yourself, let yourself go without fear because he had already understood you, he was already seeing you. When the day ended you felt full of joy for having seen all those wonderful places, while Neteyam fell once again first, loving you, reflecting your happiness over something so small that he almost took it for granted

From that day you ran away from home more and more often, taking him to do the same to come to your clan. Every emotion, every laugh, outing, dating, complaint, quarrel, word or kiss that followed in the following months all seemed already experienced, as if you two had already belonged to you once and now found yourself to love you again under the blessing of Eywa.

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Notes:

Yes, if you were wondering this is a parallel "déjà-vu" of the story "The Way of Love - Neteyam x Tayrangi Reader". I wanted to write about how Neteyam and Y/n could meet if she remained the rebellious and carefree second daughter, with Ney'nari alive and mated with Tul'pey, Ikeyni more accommodating etc… I love to think that soul mates meet in infinite ways in all universes, and that that sense of "already lived" is caused by all the lives lived together in other places.

I could have written a lot better, but in my mind Neteyam and y/n in one of these universes met and fell in love like this.Y/n rebellious and free, going against everything and everyone, disobeying, and Neteyam the one who keeps her down, who is caring and accompanies her in all her adventures… Influencing each other positively and negatively, falling in love again, again and again with the same eyes and the same things. Complementing each other.

Yes, I like to weave all my stories, always. I hope you enjoyed this niche of sweetness, ma Syulang 🙨 <3

-Mel

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The way of love pt.V

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: NSFW!! Dirty Talk; Bites; Blood; Spit; "Power Play"; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; "Swearing"; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Growls.

Lenght : 6.3k

Notes: The chapter would have been out sooner if Tumblr hadn’t deleted my notes. BTW, well, I'm here to tell you that this chapter is the much-coveted NSFW, so I urge minors not to read, I know you will do it anyway, but please, please listen to me </3

NA'VI WORDS: TANHI: Star. LEFELAN: Male Na'vi; YAWNETU: Loved One; TSAHEY: Expression of frustration like 'oh, hell!'; NGATSYIP: Little you; PRRNEN: Baby; SA'NUTSYIP: Little mommy/mama

PART:1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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"I hate you, Sully." You hissed before you left him and walked back to where the clan was celebrating, "Will you give me another kiss for that?" He said, laughing as you settled in so as not to let anyone know what had happened, ignoring him during the solitary walk that divided you more and more. In addition to Neteyam, that small event had also seen Uleyte from afar, remaining slightly baffled by your change on that occasion…

While you were walking you could still feel Neteyam’s hands gripping you, as his warm breath pinched your skin, wet kisses that gave you chills, and the way frustration appeared between your legs. Your breaths were heavy as you missed Neteyam’s body against yours, and you couldn’t help wondering what the fuck was your problem.

You fixed your hair to cover the little bite marks left by the boy on the sides of your neck. A shiver ran down your spine as a delicate hand landed on your back, only to find it was Tul'pey once you turned around. You tried to smile naturally, like the guilt of what you just did wasn’t eating your vocal cords now that you were looking into his eyes.

"Ma yawne, I was looking for you. Where have you been?" His sweet voice was like a stab in the stomach, not finding an adequate answer to give to your future mate. His eyes went down your body, noticing smudges of paint on your hips and abdomen, and then noticing some equally smudged red lines on your neck, which were slightly covered by some strands of hair. His gaze took a little, then opened his mouth again. "…And why is the paint on your body in this…way?"

You couldn’t help swallowing, feeling a lump in your throat as Tul'pey’s grip on your back hardened, making you shudder. Your eyes sought comfort away from those of Tul'pey who burned your skin. "Umh… I-I" you managed to say while you were searching for other words to form a sentence of full meaning.

"Y/N. Where you’ve been for half an hour. And why did you come back like this?" His harsh words scratched your skin, and in that moment you wished you had been attacked by a hungry Palulukan. Tul'pey was a great hunter, for this reason no detail went unnoticed, so you wondered why you had even thought that fixing your hair and clothes would be enough to go unnoticed, especially in his eyes. You felt like a complete idiot for not remembering the paint, you were so busy panting over another guy’s touches that your brain got drunk.

Your pupils dilated and then thought that if you were reduced to that state, then most likely Neteyam was too. You silently prayed to Eywa that Neteyam would not come out of the forest now, or you would die. Tul'pey began to spatter over your behavior, grabbed your face from your jaw, wrapped his hand and squeezed impatiently. "I swear-" started to say and then stopped when he saw hands wrapped around your waist from behind.

The hands were warm, the grip soft and delicate as if they didn’t want to hurt you. A warm body pressed against your back, pulling Tul'pey’s hand apart; the warm breath of the na'vi behind you tickled your throat and then let you breathe again as if the lump in your throat were suddenly loose.

"Oh, it’s my fault." said the gentle voice of your best friend who was holding you. "Lately I have been terribly affectionate, and I didn’t realize I had spoiled the vernce of y/n" the girl laughed slightly and then showed Tul'pey her arms with smudged paint, and then detached from you and show the other smudges of paint on her body. " See?"

Tul'pey’s hand left its grip on your jaw and chuckled, "I should have imagined it" the boy cleared his voice and then took a few steps back. "Y/n, however your parents were looking for you, we were worried about you… I… well, I’m going for.. you know." his voice was broken, obviously embarrassed by the way he was placed. After all, he was always very jealous and protective, but this was the first time you saw him a little more 'aggressive' with you.

When the boy left, you turned to Uleyte and embraced her instinctively. " I… can expl-" Uleyte laughed and shook his head slightly. " You can’t explain better than what I saw" your face began to burn because of the redness, you looked into her eyes mortified.

"Don’t look at me like that… I just wasted good paint and good tribal designs just to save your pretty face," she continued to reassure you. " It’s not what you think. It happened unintentionally. I-I swear!" You started making excuses, and then you got stuck with the girl who just had a smile on her face.

"So your 'oh, Neteyam' were unintentionally? because I think I heard something that sounded like that." She teased you, right before you started slapping her arm with embarrassment. " ULEYTE!" you sighed before leaving the girl’s body.

"I know I’m going to ask you a huge favor, but I need you to go paint Neteyam’s body. If they found out, the hugging excuse wouldn’t hold" You said, taking her hands and hoping she’d agree. "I stopped him right before he left the forest. I had already thought about doing it, but you two little parultysìp! you have to think about things like that, if I hadn’t been there it would have ended very badly" she replied sweetly, before taking one of the white bowls and heading towards the place where Neteyam had stopped. You whispered a "thank you" to her that she smiled back before disappearing into the trees.

Neteyam froze on the spot when he saw Uleyte arrive with a bowl in his hand, sure it was full of poison to make him swallow. Surprisingly not so, the girl made Neteyam sit on the ground, before starting to rebuild the lines that were smudged.

"She has a mate." she whispered chillingly after a few minutes of awkward silence, where Neteyam didn’t know how to speak. "A companion who was sent to her by Eywa." She continued without ever looking away from the paint to make the drawings.

"I know…" Neteyam replied in one breath, feeling tense.

" If you’re going to play with her, I swear, I-" Uleyte stopped when he saw Neteyam’s eyes, and then watched as he was already answering. " I’m not playing." His sincere look and convincing tone made the girl nod, who went on quietly. "You know what she risks. It will be the next Olo'eykte, and if it’s because of you her name gets muddy, you’ll destroy everything she’s worked for over the years." She replied, that she finished drawing on Neteyam’s body. "She does not have the privilege of being a lefnelan, the na'vi would break her spirit and she will have no honor. Be wise, future Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya." She rose from the ground, drawing two lines in the center of the forehead, symbol of wisdom. "Y/n is a sister to me. I will not speak of what I have seen, I only hope that Eywa will protect you two, whatever your decision, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan." When Uleyte finished talking, she disappeared into the trees, returning to the village.

Neteyam spent a few minutes observing the trees, thinking about what the girl had just told him. In that month that he had been so in contact with you, he could not help but appreciate every little part of you: the way you covered your smile when he said something funny; how you rolled your eyes at his jokes out of place; The way your eyes lit up when you talked about the sea and the wind in your culture; Your hair smelling of Yovo Fruit; Your bioluminescent freckles reminiscent of the stars you saw in the night; your decided character. He couldn’t see anything in you but perfection, so he couldn’t help but be jealous of how Tul'pey touched you, caressed you or kissed you. He was burning with jealousy, because he knew damn well he wanted to be the one to make you smile after a kiss, he wanted to be your partner, hold you every night to his chest and worship you as if you were the sun and moon of his world.

When he recovered, he returned to the village, immediately greeted by Tul'pey who invited him to sit among his friends during the banquet. When he saw you coming, his eyes followed your every move, enchanted by the way you radiated your own light only with your presence. He noticed how the smudges in your paint had been retouched like his, and couldn’t stop thinking about how soft your skin was and how his hands fit perfectly into your soft hips.

As Ikeyni began the opening speech to bless the food and the day in the name of Eywa, Neteyam had to mentally apologize to the Great Mother, because in his mind your whimpers echoed against the tree and as you called his name so sweetly.

You noticed Neteyam’s gaze upon you, but you avoided reciprocating, pointing your eyes at your mother who started talking once everyone sat down. Once the Olo'eykte speech was over, everyone began to eat and talk to each other, while the fire you had lit for Eywa created a crackling melody that accompanied the discussions.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Mi'feya, the dancer of your clan, approaching Neteyam to talk to him. Her body language was so clear, the way she touched her hair, her tail moving slightly behind her, her fingers touching Neteyam’s skin, and then the smiles he smiled back at her. At that moment your heart was as if it was beating more slowly, you felt burning at the height of the larynx, tense muscles and a heaviness that was not in your belly before. Your jaw stiffened to the point of clenching it until you felt pain, while the nikt'chey in your hand turned to mush. It annoyed you to see Mi'feya so close to Neteyam, and her behavior made you nervous as never before, but the thing that caused you the most discomfort and pain was how Neteyam smiled at her and spoke to her with such kindness.

A feeling of jealousy was born in you, as you restrained yourself from looking at them or from dragging Neteyam as far away as possible and kissing him again, until you consumed his lips, until he understood that that smile should only be addressed to you and to you alone. You wanted to damn yourself for this, you didn’t have to be jealous of someone who isn’t yours, especially if that 'someone' is one of the Sullys.

Uleyte immediately noticed your change of mood, and put a hand on your leg, as if it could bring you back to the neutral state. " ma y/n… You’re making it too obvious," she whispered, looking at you, only to make you sigh heavily. "What?" You said while you were cleaning your dirty hand because of the crushed nikt'chey. "You know what," she replied.

Your eyes rolled, pointing at the sky for a few seconds. "It’s nothing." You hissed and then resumed your meal. During the duration of the banquet, your eyes could not stop looking from time to time at the two guys who were sitting on the other side of the circle, and when you looked away, it was Neteyam looking at you, a few seconds that made him sip at the words of the girl at his side. He knew almost immediately of your strange behavior, but did not immediately understand that that was jealousy very little hidden.

Your mother looked at the scene with suspicion, she immediately felt your nervousness, having you practically next to her, but she preferred not to ask questions and observe in silence but with suspicion.

When the banquet ended, dances began marking the time of the end of the sacred day, music accompanied Uleyte’s melodious voice, while some thuds caused by dance steps created additional accompaniment. It was all so harmonious, children dancing or accompanying your friend’s voice, couples joining the dance, and na'vi just having fun. It was a bitter bite to see Mi'feya leading Neteyam to dance with her, dances that were usually for couples or courtship.

You sat next to Uleyte as you watched the horrid scene as your foot and tail trembled in anxiety and exasperation. You had never felt these feelings for Tul'pey, and you were used to seeing him surrounded by young na'vi who touched him or tried to flirt slightly.

A hand beat your shoulder gently, and Tul'pey invited you to dance with him, under Uleyte’s wise gaze, you stood up and danced with your partner, trying to clear your mind.

After a few hours of dancing, the clan’s youngest na'vi withdrew with their parents to their respective huts, leaving in the village only young adults who from there shortly would be given to a little alcohol derived from the fermentation of some fruits or fish and to youthful fun. You stopped dancing, sitting next to your friend, obviously still tense.

"I’m going to clear my mind." You said before you walked away from the heart of the village, and walked where the huts were, thinking if going home was the wisest idea, instead of torturing you in seeing Neteyam and Mi'feya laughing and dancing together. You came unconsciously near the empty house of Neteyam, sighing heavily and annoyed that everything was bringing you back to him. Shortly after you passed the hut, a warm hand wrapped your wrist and dragged you to a hut. Instinctively you carried a hand where there was a small dagger that all the na'vi carried with them even in the days of celebration, one of the hands of the stranger stopped your wrist when it seemed that you were about to attack.

"No need for this" Neteyam’s clear voice echoed through the thin walls of leaves and straw. "Why did you take me like this?! I could have really hurt you. Weren’t you down in the village dancing?" you asked again annoyed, while the boy left you both wrists. "I saw you leave upset and I followed you" he replied gently. "What’s going on?"

You sighed deeply before answering. " Nothing." The dry tone was so obvious that Neteyam could read your face despite the dim light inside the hut.

"It can’t be 'nothing', you have a strange behavior after… well, you know what happened" you looked him in the eye and the small rays of the late sunset painted purple tints on his face. "Neteyam, I don’t want to talk about it, why don’t you go back to Mi'feya? You seemed so happy." Neteyam’s gaze went from sweet to amused when he realized that maybe it was jealousy behind your ambiguous behavior. "Should I? Maybe so, but it wasn’t that interesting" his tone was slightly mischievous. "It didn’t seem. With all those smiles and laughs, it seemed like you were having a good time with her." You drifted slightly away from him, only to be caught again by the wrist.

"You’re jealous, ma Tanhì?" you turned your face to where he was and tightened your jaw.

"No. I have no reason to be jealous, especially of you." You said you tried to be as convincing as possible.

"but I’m jealous of you." He admitted with a naturalness that left you breathless for a second. "And I know that you are of me," he continued as he shortened his distance with you. "Stop your jokes, you’re not funny." Your tone was as if out of breath, which the boy noticed.

"I’m not kidding. I’m jealous, terribly jealous of you and the fact that you’re not mine." His fingers intertwined with some strands of your hair, drawing closer to him. " And I can’t stop being, not after I get a taste of you…" His words were blown on your lips, swallowed as you filled your lungs with his scent and breath. "It’s not the same for me…" those words were more to convince yourself than him.

"Then why did another woman bother you so much?" His eyes wouldn’t come off your face, even studying the smallest micro expression. "Neteyam, that’s enough." your voice was breathless, almost exhausted as you restrained yourself from making yet another mistake. "Then tell me sincerely that it did not bother you and to go back to Mi'feya" his nose touched yours, while the hand between your hair held you close to him.

You opened your mouth to talk, but yet another lump in your throat was created. "I… don’t want to." You whispered slightly as you longed to kiss him again. Neteyam approached your lips but you stopped him by leaning your fingers on his mouth. " We can’t… I-I have a companion" Your tone made your voice broken as you spoke. "Let me just feel you one last time…" he whispered in a gasp. "Allow me to make you feel what he will never offer you, ma Tanhì" His sincere look made you understand his desire for you, the fingers of the hand holding your wrist touched your side, making you whisper his name with exasperation. "Tell me you don’t want it as much as I do, it’s the only way to stop this torture."

"I don’t want it…" you swallowed the knot in your throat, trying to stick to the last strand of sanity in your body. Neteyam leaned his forehead on yours and took a long breath closing his eyes before moving away from you, his gaze hesitated a few seconds before turning to leave.

You bit your lip when you saw it drifting away, but the last thread left inside you had been cut by Neteyam himself. You instinctively approached him, but surprisingly it was he who stole the kiss you were about to take. Your tongues danced together from the start, as the boy’s hands wrapped around your thighs before lifting you up and tying your legs around his waist. The room filled with moaning and wheezing accompanied by snaps of lips that clashed with desire; your hands wandered over his chest, before wrapping around his neck to feel him closer. Your back against the soft fabric of one of the sides of the hut, the breath that was beginning to fail both of you as you devoured your lips as if hungry.

Neteyam slid down gently, not letting you out of his arms, carrying you on his legs. Now his hands touched every inch of your body, memorizing and worshipping it in silence, his fingers squeezed your flesh while you panted on his lips.

When you came off, you carried your mouth over his neck, leaving bites and purple marks as he groaned raucously with his eyes closed, throwing his head back. Your fingers were eagerly wrapped in his hair and neck. You wanted to feel it as your own, so that everyone could see that they didn’t have a chance because he already had someone; the sense of possession was devouring you as you marked his body with your signature. Neteyam did not dare to pull you away from him, moving some strands of hair behind your ear, so as not to disturb your work.

The boy’s hands wrapped around your neck and side, caressing them as if to spur you to keep leaving marks on his body. When you broke away, Neteyam approached you, for the umpteenth time, kissing you with more passion, your hand now descended on his loincloth, pinching the top while the knuckles teased his lower abdomen. Neteyam gave you a silent consent, bringing you closer to him. Even the boy’s hands hesitated after taking off the net shawl, his fingers ripped off the part that covered your breast, while your free hand went to get his, to carry it on your breast. A small groan came out of your lips as he squeezed his grip gently, playing with your already hard and needy nipples; he detached himself from your lips to go and give attention to your breasts, teasing them with bites, licking and small juices that only made you wet. His tail wrapped around yours and then tickled the back of your pelvis, your back arched forward as you panted his name with despair, only making him more eager than you.

Your hand rested on his covered erection and a shiver ran through your body, beginning to draw its silhouette on the fabric that covered it, making him groan and moan around your breasts, while you were eager to feel what it would be like inside you. Your minds were clouded and drunk with your natural scents mixed with pheromones.

"You’re so beautiful" he whispered, voicing his thoughts unintentionally.

Neteyam’s hands went down to remove the lower part of your clothing, leaving you naked on top of him, and he detached himself from your breast, leaving a thread of saliva that still wanted his mouth at that point. He took a deep breath admiring your body with adoration, as if he were worshipping you in silence, and then following the curves of your body, feeling hungry. You wore the loincloth and looked down, swallowing to see the length of the na'vi below you.

Neteyam took your face from your chin and lowered it to its height, then tapped his thumb on your lips. "Open your mouth, ma yawnetu" you did what you said and the boy spat in your mouth, swallowed the fruity taste of the boy and then felt the lips of the boy again on yours, leaving as much saliva in your mouth, detaching immediately after. This time you poured the mixture that had been created in your mouth on your hand, using it to go and use it as a lube on Neteyam’s sore erection.

A long, hoarse groan came out of his lips as he felt your soft hand wrapped around his intimacy, his head bent backwards as a suffocated "Tsahey" came out of his mouth. His body unbalanced backwards, while his hands supported him and thanks to this his muscles contracted, leaving you enchanted by the scene, imprinting it in your memory. Your eyes went down to his abdomen as your hand moved with agonizing slowness to make him complain under you, already knowing he would take his revenge later. Your free hand went to tear the bands that covered his torso, leaving you finally a complete vision on his abdominal muscles, admiring how they twitched when you touched sensitive points like the small lateral vein that pulsed with desire.

You lowered yourself on his abdomen, sliding a little further away from the boy’s body, starting to leave kisses on his lower abdomen, making him swear in a language that you did not know, but that you found strangely erotic said by him. You blew lukewarm air on his pulsating cock, receiving a grunt from Neteyam, exasperated to have a little more. He felt the air missing in the meatballs when he felt your warm mouth around his bundle of nerves, while you licked and sucked at alternate and not decisive rhythms. One of his hands ended again in your hair, guiding you on the course that most pleased him, and when you understood the rhythm you could feel that it was the perfect one because of the tail of the boy who was shaking and beating on the ground for excitement. You began to greedily suck his intimacy, feeling his vein beating against your tongue that tasted his taste. Neteyam’s eyes watched you as you warmed his cock with so much devotion and passion, getting more excited because of your gargling when you went too deep or the snap that made your lips full of saliva against his erection when you got to the deepest point of your throat.

You only peeled off when a sweetish liquid slowly poured into your mouth, you panted slightly as you swallowed his sperm keeping your eyes fixed in Neteyam’s, which made him even more excited. Those eyes that before looked severely and almost disgustingly now begged him to give her more, to push him to the limit. He took a deep breath after pouring into your tongue, whispering a frustrated "Fuck…!" in the language you didn’t understand.

You walked away from his dick after one last lick to definitely clean it from that sweet juice he gave you. His face was swollen, bite marks on his lip were noticeable. One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pushing you against his lips, kissing you with passion and passion, as he stretched you backwards, meeting your back with the floor, kneeling between your legs. Your back arched when you felt Neteyam’s fingers playing with your clitoris right away, rubbing and pinching it, making you moan in his mouth, while a mischievous smile was born on his face.

" What’s going on, Sa'nutsyìp? It’s too much for you?" he said maliciously once removed from your lips, to enjoy your raw moans. Your hands ended up on his back, slightly scratching the smooth surface of his skin, unable to speak when two fingers entered you, leaving his thumb to massage the small mountain of your intimacy. Your breath cut out right in Neteyam’s ear as you closed your eyes enjoying the moment they were giving you the boy’s long fingers that created imaginary circles on the most sensitive spot of you.

Little shivers ran through your body, whimpering for more, until he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, making you squeak and moan so much that you had to shut your mouth to listen to the cries. His free hand blocked your wrists over your head, preventing you from blocking your moaning. "Oh no, I want to hear them all." He said raucously in your ear. The chills covered your whole body, taking long breaths to try not to make you feel more than you should. Your head bent to the side, as small tears formed and stuck in your eyelashes; your chest rose and descended for the ecitation that was exploding within you; your lips swollen and red because of the canines that sank on your own skin.

The fingers of neteyam began a rhythm that went from extremely slow and heartbreaking to a violent one that made you feel so close to heaven, while his lips worked your breasts with small bites or juices that forced you to keep your back arched for too much pleasure. The few times you could keep your eyes open, you could see Neteyam’s shoulders and back glowing through the window. The muscles tense and tense, holding the grip that blocked your wrists did not intend to loosen despite your spasms of pleasure; while his tail could not stand still, meeting yours only to tease her with the small final hairs of her tail, causing you further chills. "m-more…" you whispered exhausted, while the na'vi above you approached your neck. "Ask it like a good prrnen, mh?" he whispered, making you shudder. "Please… more" now your mind clouded by desire and your tongue was loose to any desire of Neteyam.

You felt a sense of emptiness when Neteyam broke away from you, letting your wrists go, his wet fingers came out of your vagina and tasted the taste of your excitement. A deep breath came out of your lips as you saw that scene, closing your legs as much as possible to create friction and relieve the pleasant pain. The boy laughed loudly and then opened your legs, his long fingers clasping your thighs.

"I am not finished." He hissed before leaning over your body and starting to leave wet kisses on your lower abdomen, coming down with a heartbreaking slowness on your groin, leaving some hickeys. You panted slightly, leaning on your elbows to see as much as possible of Neteyam’s actions, your lips again tortured by your own teeth as you lost your breath because of Neteyam’s lips.

"Oh, ma Eywa…" was the only thing you could say with the last thread of voice that was leaving your body after Neteyam breathed warm air on your red intimacy and swollen with desire. Your arms almost gave out when the rag’s wet tongue collided against your clitoris, making you moan louder than you thought. You heard the sound of Neteyam’s mocking smile as your head bent backwards in exasperation. Your tongue still had its sweet taste and the fact that he was now working the same way between your legs only made you more excited.

Neteyam’s lips began to kiss your bundle of excitement, sucking it greedily just to hear you scream and pant shamefully, as if you had never had intercourse before him. His tongue made space between your wet folds and it was easy for him to slip inside you and start enjoying you with pleasure.

"Please… more" now your mind clouded by desire and your tongue was loose to any desire of Neteyam.

He bit his lip, growling against your skin because of your pounding pussy against his erection needing new attention. "o-only this time…" you whispered raptured by desire. "I won’t be the one to stop you, Tanhi." his hoarse voice promptly answered your request.

Neteyam laid his hands on your hips and gently dropped you on his cock, a small hoarse groan betrayed his throat when he felt you tighten the walls around his chapel. The breath left your body when you felt the Na'vi just inside you, while a deep whimper accompanied Neteyam’s groan. Your nails stuck in his shoulders when you took inside you the whole length, your chest pressed against that of the boy as you began to move over him, tightening around his dick.

The hut filled with shameless moans and breathlessness, while the continuous tensions that were created between you were finally released with every movement of the basin you did to feel more pleasure. Neteyam’s lips searched for yours, devouring your every groan or whimper, but you, instead, enjoyed his groans and hoarse anxieties, accompanied by words in an unknown language. You left a few bites on your lips, while his hands touched every inch of your body, holding it to himself without shame and with much possession, frustrated that you could not mark every inch of your body to claim it as his.

His hand ended up in your hair, forcing you to keep eye contact with him, pulling and stroking some strands that he held between his fingers with jealousy. He loved every part of you and that was sending him straight to heaven, he had dreamed so much of having you like this but the reality had exceeded his expectations by light years. The hand that once touched your body was now wrapped around your neck, feeling your irregular breathing and your restraining moans from time to time. "Don’t hold back, let me hear how you like it." He said, licking your lips and then tightening your grip around your neck so you don’t hold back. Your face was a disaster of frustration and full well-being, an erotic vision in the eyes of Omatikayan.

Your nails scratched his shoulders and back, especially when he felt he was hitting a fragile spot inside you, and when he figured out where your G-spot was, he had you lie down again, putting some sheets under your pelvis, without ever leaving you. You screamed with pleasure as she began to slam repeatedly against that fragile spot, you cried his name, groaning like a shameless and leaving other deeper scratches on his back.

After a few more pushes you both reached your second orgasm, coordinating it without even wanting to. Neteyam’s hand was woven into yours at this point, while with the other he bore his weight.

His orgasm was stored so easily in your memory, as he did with yours. Neteyam’s hot cum made room on your stomach, as he had managed to get out just in time from you. Your breaths mingled in the silence of the night, the sweaty, exhausted bodies lying next to each other and the air still filled with your orgasms.

"That doesn’t mean I’ll hate you less." you whispered to break the silence. He turned to his side, looking at you amused. "You literally yelled my name just a few minutes ago and you just came out like that?" You also turned to the side of his answer, looking him in the eye. "Yes." You replied plainly.

Neteyam’s hand wrapped around your neck again, pushing you against him, while the other caressed your soft hair.

"Ma Eywa, you’re even sexier when you’re so stubborn, I’d like to make you cry on my dick a little more" he answered inches from your lips. "Tsk, as if you could." he looked at you.

"Sa'nutsyìp, you don’t even know what you’re talking about, just stop" he said teasing you. "You must have never been touched by a lefnelan" he continued, making fun of you.

"You’re right, I should really be looking for one, but it’s hard to find a man among so many kids." Neteyam’s jaw twitched at your answer and then he brushed his lips with yours. "You’re too beautiful to even answer you in the way I want to." He blew the words on your lips, making you lose a few beats.

His eyes studying you with interest and fun, while her thumb caressed the side of your throat, not taking his hand off your neck.

"What? Short of answers." You smiled mockingly.

"No, but I would gladly take that smile off your face, again." You remained silent for such a natural and sincere response. The desire to kiss him again had increased and he noticed.

"You see, ma Tanhì? You don’t hate me the way you want to" he said on your ear and then stuck you under him again, holding your wrists to the sides of your head. "If not, you wouldn’t have allowed me to take your orgasm twice" he started kissing your neck again. "and you wouldn’t let me do this now."

You turned your head to the side in silence, while he smiled mockingly. "I told you, you would have asked for this." Your eyes returned to his, slightly annoyed.

"You’re annoying." You snorted.

"And you look beautiful when you get angry" he laughed back, then stole a kiss before lying down again.

He took you from your hips and led you to rest your head on his chest, and then covered you with a light blanket that was just below you. " You said 'only this time', then I want to have the full experience" You sighed deeply to his words and nodded closing your eyes, falling asleep with the lullaby of the beats of his heart.

Neteyam could not help but stay a few minutes to contemplate your body next to him, not in a sexual or erotic sense, but only with adoration.

He took the time to print the picture of you sleeping on his chest, and your face relaxed as he held you close to him, before following you into the dream world.

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Notes II:

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please,comment with your opinions and tell me which part you liked the most.

Well, since I found this beautiful fan art, i post it in this chapter because it reminded me of the scene where y/n paints Neteyam’s body.

-Mel

[devieuls]

The way of love pt.III

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: Some parts are explicit and slightly NSFW, if you are minor do not interact with the series, the more I go on and the less chaste it will be.

Lenght : 4,3k

Notes: All characters will keep the age difference but will be aged eg: Neteyam 19 y.o; Lo'ak 18 y.o etc…

NA'VI WORDS: PARULTSYIP: Children. KARYU: Teacher. 'ITE: Daughter. TANHI: Star. NARLOR: Beautiful (visually). SA'NU: Mum (affectionately). YAWNE: Beloved. YAWNTUTSYIP: Darling/Beloved

PART:1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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< All this was so fast, so fast that you were most likely in that state of shock, not for anything else, at least this you tried to make you believe, failing miserably when Neteyam caressed your face. You felt like such an idiot when he looked at your lips, because inevitably you did the same with his lips and you couldn’t believe they looked so soft and warm. Your breath was suddenly cut when he slowly drew his face to yours, and your heart decided to let you experience tachycardia. >

Neteyam moved a strand of hair behind your ear as his thumb brushed against your cerulean skin and gave you yet another shiver. His eyes explored every inch of your face, looking at you as if you were Pandora’s most beautiful and precious thing; while the eclipse was starting to take space in the sky, kissing Neteyam’s face with sweet fuchsia and purple shades that made him strangely beautiful in your eyes. You tried to avert your eyes from Neteyam’s by turning your face, but you were blocked by the hot hand of na'vi. Your breath was dying in your throat, its proximity had sent you tilt your brain and your heart decides to do the same thing.

"I. don’t think you’re… a good person. Just a demon." you said trying to convince yourself more than the boy.

"Then tell me by looking me in the eyes. Tell me 'Neteyam Sully, I hate you', do it sincerely. If you convince me, I swear I won’t bother you anymore" His voice was strangely warmer, electric discharges ran through your body, only managing to swallow.

It would have been so easy if he had stayed away, but now your heart and mind betrayed you so clearly. You knew you had to hate him, it was the right thing to do, it was also his fault that your sister died, that your village suffered sudden bereavement. Then why didn’t you see the evil in his eyes? It was easy to hate the Sullys by not having them around, but now that you had the eldest son of what you recognized as a demon, you couldn’t even list one flaw or downside.

"I hate you. I hate your family. I hate your person and your personality. Neteyam, you are the most irritating and childish person I have ever known, stubborn and stubborn as a sturmbeest. The biggest skxawng I know. I hate you. I hate you viscerally and I just want you to disappear from my village." You said with clenched teeth, trying to accumulate as much composure as possible, spitting in his face all the words you were dedicating to him.

Unlike what you would have expected, Neteyam smiled without taking his eyes off you, as if instead of insults you had confessed to him the most romantic thing ever heard.

"If so, continue to hate me this way, ma Tanhì." He said with an affectionate tone, and then put his lips on your forehead, sending you into a frenzy.

You ripped your wrist from his gentle grip and walked away from him whispering insults in na'vi, as you called your Ikran to return to the village without Neteyam. The na'vi laughed as he watched you go away angry, even though he could notice a slight redness on your cheeks before running away.

"Narlor… just shining like her freckles," Neteyam said, leaning against his banshee, watching you walk away.

While you were tied to your Banshee she felt every emotion you were feeling, and she made you realize that she knew, so you leaned on her exhausted back, seeking solace in your spiritual sister. " I don’t understand. I said I hate him and he's still…Ahhh ! If only he behaved even once in a rude way towards me, maybe… yes, maybe I could insult him more heavily" You said to the wind, while the Ikran drove you home. " Stupid heart. Stupid mind and stupid Neteyam. Oh Great Mother, why do you do this to me?" your voice was exhausted.

You’d only known Neteyam for three days, and it seemed like I had a crush on him for years. You hoped that your Banshee could communicate directly to the great mother to have mercy on her poor daughter, and avoid her all these sentimental entanglements.

As future Olo'eykte you already had a young Na'vi who would mate with you, your mother chose him because it was the will of Eywa, Tul'pey was the best warrior of the clan, trained by your father from a young age. He was your friend besides being your promised and future companion; you could say you were happy with him, you loved the attentions he gave you and how he treated you, however with him you had never tried the vertiggini as with Neteyam, your heart did not accelerate until you hurt your chest, Your breath didn’t cut. You hated the feelings you had with that Omatikayan son of a demon, so why couldn’t you stop thinking it was such a good feeling about you?

When you got home, you spent another sleepless night, thinking again about that damn boy, his hand around your wrist, how he held your face still to look him right in the eye, his fingers in your hair and the smile he gave you even when you insulted him. It was terribly difficult to even think about him and not be able to find something with which to insult him. If it was true that night brings advice, in this case Eywa was advising you things you had no intention of doing, so you decided to spend the next day with Tul'pey instead of Neteyam, only to give you time to recover from that night that was damning you more than the flower given away on the first day.

The weeks passed quickly, you had discovered that Neteyam was a great athlete and with an almost natural predisposition to excel in everything. In a few weeks he was able to interpret almost perfectly both the wind and the sea, learning the fishing and hunting habits of your clan. You had not yet told him your name and you were not willing to do it, rather you preferred that he simply called you Karyu (teacher), to put stakes between you two. Not that nights like the third night hadn’t been repeated, Neteyam was a sweet natural flirt and wasn’t ashamed to hide it. The whole thing was damning you more than I could imagine, and you couldn’t help but think it was sexy and attractive after all, and every time you thought about it, you took a break to stop thinking about him like that.

Soon came the month of Ikran, and with it began preparations for the Day of Atonement. This day was dedicated to the search for forgiveness for the wrongs committed in the last year, and was important for the Na'vi, as they believed that by acknowledging their mistakes and seeking forgiveness, they could maintain balance and harmony in their clan.

This year you were forced to share this important holiday with the person you never wanted to forgive, you were always happy about the holidays that made the clan more lively and joyful, actively participating in all kinds of activities, But the thought of finding Neteyam near you only made you nervous. To put the cherry on the cake, your parents had well thought of inviting Neteyam to spend the retreat after the party together with you, since it would only be that his family was in the Omaticaya clan.

In the week preceding the Day of Atonement, na'vi were used to changing their look to represent their transition from people who committed wrongs to people finally free from the burden of 'sin'. For this reason your mother after preparing your father with a new fantasy of braids and jewelry, invited Neteyam in such a way as to take his mother’s place and prepare him for the event with items typical of the Tayrangi Clan, which bothered you slightly since they were not objects that belongs to him.

In the following days it was the turn of the women to change Look, you decided to prepare the very morning of the celebration. Your mother made you sit on the mat under her, starting to take off your braids gently, while she took care of your skin and treated your locks with some oils derived from plants.

"Ma 'ite, this may be your last Day of Atonement as Olo'eykte in preparation. Next year you may be recognized as the next Olo'eykte of the Tayrangi" Ikeyni said as she stroked your hair.

"I know, sa'nu. But I prefer to think that there is still much to the rite of passage" you confided sighing

"You'll be a great Olo'eykte, you and Tul'pey will be the best guide for this clan" Your mother’s voice was so safe and kind, you could not help but nod as she combed your hair.

"What if… I’m not the best choice? Eywa has put me in front of all kinds of tests in recent weeks, maybe he doesn’t want me to-" Ikeyni stopped you, laughing softly.

"Ma 'ite, if the Great Mother has tested you and to temper your character and help you lead the clan when the day comes"

You sighed and nodded, letting her continue with the work she was doing on your hair. After a few hours your mother let you rise from the ground, your hair was loose and wavy, some red and white feathers that embellished the hairstyle that represented the tie with the wind and the colors of the clan, along with some beads embedded in two strands of the side that you had on your face, behind your head a soft bun that collected only a small amount of hair at the top of your head, and there, too, two feathers were wedged together, and they received the flower that Neteyam had given you. You weren’t happy with your mother’s choice to use that flower as a jewel, but she stood her ground until you found yourself accepting it. Some pearls decorated your forehead, along with small shells representing the bond with the sea. You wore your white loincloth which was narrower than the traditional one, as you wore a mesh-woven belt above which contained white feathers and shells; on the calves there were interlacements recalling the fantasy of the belt, while on the arms some bands with beads stuck; Your breast was covered by a shawl made of white mesh, while below there was a piece of cloth from which other pearls hung, also white. Your mother used the white and gray paint to draw tribal lines on your body, which she also did on her once ready and your father, reluctantly shed sent you to do the same to Neteyam, since she and your father had to finish some preparations for the celebration, to bring him the clothes that were created for the occasion.

You sighed heavily and then you shook your head and headed towards the hut of Neteyam, after all today had to be a day of forgiveness and happiness, for this you could not bend to your 'hatred' towards the boy Omatikaya. You knocked on the side of the tent, on the wooden part, before entering at the invitation of Neteyam who was behind, intent on settling some jewel that had entangled in his hair, swirled your eyes and silently leaned your clothes and paint on the table, looking at his back. When he finally turned, you turned your eyes to the side, looking at the objects on the table.

"My mother sent me to prepare you for the celebration." You said before you sit down and move some small items on the table to have more space. Neteyam looked at you with his mouth open, feeling his heart accelerate, before whispering "Ma Eywa…" to get your attention.

"Sit down, the ceremony will begin in about an hour, we have no time to waste" You said calmly, suppressing the sour and bitter tone because of the day dedicated to forgiveness and in Eywa, it would be disrespectful to behave as usual on a sacred day. Neteyam nodded in enchantment, before sitting in front of you and studying your face and clothing, not even finding the right words to start talking, which you regarded as a blessing.

You started putting paint on his arm, making a thicker gray line and a thinner white line, "You know why you never paint your own body?" You asked, as your eyes moved on the bowl of paint next to you, seeing the side of neteyam’s face squotersi in negative sign. " There are three main reasons. The first is because body painting is part of the Tsaheylu ritual, and you use paint to represent union in a couple, so it would be bad for you to do it yourself if you have a partner." You said as you dipped your fingers in the paint, starting to draw a new line just above the armpit that headed towards your chest "The second is because you paint your face yourself only if you go to war, doing it outside the scope of the war is like calling it to you. And this is the only time Eywa allows us to paint our own faces." Your eyes avoided looking at his face, but you could feel his look on yours, admiring you in silence just before you spoke." And the third?" He asked with a thread of voice, remaining firm in such a way as not to make you sort the drawings. " The third? This is the most detestable motivation. Because you have to let someone who cares about you do it: a family member, a friend, or your partner. It means that you trust them enough to let them touch you at every point of your body. It’s also a kind of bond you create." You sighed and then looked him in the eye, noticing that he was looking for eye contact. "I told you this only as a preamble. I’m not your friend, your family or your partner, I’m painting your body as the future Olo'eykte." You said, and then you focused on his chest, drawing a thick line from his shoulder to the center of his chest. " Just in case you found out in the future, just to set the record straight."

Neteyam nodded, never looking away from your face. You didn’t understand why but inside you hoped he would tell you if he already had a partner in his clan, but he didn’t argue with anything and that made you think that he probably didn’t have a partner yet, leaving you with doubt.

"Your paints are different from ours, we use green with white on these days." Neteyam said, breaking the silence between you two.

"White represents purity, the new birth, that’s why all the clans on this day basically use this tint. Clans and sub clans differ only on the second color, you have the green, representing the forest and nature that surrounds your clan. The Metkayina have the blue that recalls the water and the ocean. The Tayrangi have the gray that represents the wind and the sky. On this holy day you should have your skin painted green, not gray. And you should wear Omatikaya jewelry and items." Your voice was calm and serious as you spoke and finished the drawing on your chest.

"I am also part of this clan now…" He whispered, at that moment you had to hold back and mentally summon Eywa not to growl at him.

"No, you belong to the Omatikaya, you are their future Olo'eyktan, your loyalty is to your people, not to mine." You responded sharply, seeking again inner peace.

"I am faithful to my people, but I can be loyal to yours too…" he said, turning his face to the side, looking for a visual contact with you "…and to you." Your eyes darted over his face when he finished the sentence. Neteyam’s face was revealing sincerity and seriousness in what he had said.

Was this the confirmation that he didn’t have a partner? Your heart suddenly lightened and you couldn’t hide a little spontaneous smile. When you realized you were smiling, you quickly restored your face to a neautral state, but Neteyam had already seen it and bit the inside of your lip as he watched you.

"You have a beautiful smile, you should show it more often, Princess Tayrangi." He said sincerely, and then received a pinch from you.

"Silence." That’s all you could say before you dropped your hands down his sculpted abdomen and felt the contraction of her muscles against your fingers, which made you slightly swallow. You thought with all your heart about Tul'pey, the fact that he must have been the na'vi with your tribal designs, just not to think about the strong perfume of Neteyam that made you glum to the thought.

"You have to lower… the loincloth a bit…" You whispered, you had to finish the line at the level of his low pelvis, but it was slightly covered

"You do it, I don’t know how low you want it" he said with a smile, as his tongue licked one of the canines without ever taking his eyes off you, seeing you already slightly tense mantre lowered read while his loincloth. When you finish with the line you made him rise for convenience in painting.

"I need you to stand still now, the part of your legs is always the most problematic" You said kneeling at the level of his pelvis, as you began to draw lines on his thighs. Neteyam couldn’t help but think of you in the same position but while you were sucking his dick, after all you knelt down in front of a boy, so the thought of putting a hand in your hair and then pleasing himself with your soft mouth wasn’t that far away. He bit his lip and then took a deep breath, trying not to think about anything erotic, but your arched back like a cat’s did not help, let alone your fingers working the paint on his legs. Yeah, now he could see how problematic he could be, not so much for you as for him.

"I said stay still. You keep moving." You said sighing, as you finished the drawings on your thighs, blowing lightly on some paint that would be poured if not cooled down quickly. With that breath Neteyam had to look at the ceiling, asking, indeed, begging Eywa not to let him have 'bad surprises' between his legs.

Once you finished his legs, you got back on your feet, to finish the lines of your back, feeling how your touch caused chills to the boy, which made you bite your lip. You had added an extra line along his spine, only to see him slightly arch his back forward and contract his muscles. "Sit down and spread your legs so I can finish the face. Then I help you with the bandage and you can finish the rest yourself." The boy did as you told him and welcomed you between his legs, and even there, it was inevitable to think of a thousand scenes that could begin with you between his legs before you find yourself moaning and orgasming his name. Ironically, you’ve been having the same thoughts since you first touched his body today. You unbalanced yourself forward, making two lines on his cheeks, then making a line that started from the cupid’s arch and went down his throat to the central part where the collarbones were divided. You took an extra couple of seconds going down with your fingers to draw the line, her lips looked so fluffy when you passed the paint and you watered at the thought of savoring them. Even on these lines you had to blow to make them dry quickly because of the too liquid composition you had used on the finish. Neteyam took deep breaths that only made the situation worse, as now he had in his lungs and nostrils your sweet natural scent mixed with oils that you did not know were also subspecies of aphrodisiacs.

You broke away from him after a few seconds and you both got back on your feet. You gave him your back while you took the rolls of fine cloth that had been sent by Neteyam���s family for the occasion. The boy explored every part of your body; your back covered by small threads of net and pearls; your narrow waist and perfect hips that left so little to his imagination; your tail moving from side to side slowly, almost creating a hypnotic effect, He broke just to admire your legs and thighs with paint on them. He bent his head back taking a deep breath before seeing you as you approached him, beginning the bandage of his body, feeling how your fingers hesitated to touch his skin now. There was tension in the air, you didn’t understand if it was embarrassment, sexual tension or just blind and empty tension.

When you finished the bandage you walked away from him, showing him the various jewels that your mother had sent him just for the ceremony. " Put them on and then reach the village, soon the ceremonies will begin."

You came out of his hut, taking a deep breath, holding a hand to your chest as you walked, feeling how your heart had accelerated. You swallowed walking around troubled by this, only to feel two firm hands taking you from behind and flying in his direction. For a second you thought it was Neteyam, but it was only Tul'pey who saw you walking restlessly and stopped you.

"Ma Yawne, are you okay? I see you upset" said the boy, stroking your face and moving your hair behind your neck

"Oh? Yes, yes, I’m fine ma yawntutsyìp, I was just over-thinking" You smiled back to your future partner who looked at you lovingly, while one hand remained firm on your side.

"You’re beautiful today. I mean, you’re always beautiful but today more. I-I mean, you get prettier every day… you know. You’re gorgeous." He said, blushing slightly, while you laughed at the way he tried to compliment you without offending you.

"You too are beautiful" You answered gently before leaving a kiss on his cheek, while you put a hand on his arm, making him smile. For a second you wanted to forget about Neteyam, focusing on na'vi that one day would become your partner.

You walked to the village, squeezing yourself at Tul'pey’s arm, watching your clan preparing feasts, while some had already begun to seek forgiveness by apologizing. You smiled at your parents who had already begun the fooling and to dispense blessings and pardons to those who asked for them.

"One day that will be our place, I alongside the most beautiful and great Olo'eykte of all times. With all respect to your mother," Tul'pey said, taking your hand, kissing it. You smiled without answering, at other times you would have been happy with the sweet words of your partner, but there was something inside you that told you that it was wrong to be with him, that he was not meant for you. And in that moment of doubt, the person who gave them to you came along. Neteyam, as beautiful as the Sun after a blizzard, shining as not even pandora stars at night, perfect in his ceremony dresses. The girls of your clan had already approached as if they had never seen a na'vi before him, a little thrill of jealousy pinched your back. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to look away from him, calling yourself stupid.

You shouldn’t have seen him as a simple Na'vi, he and his family had brought so much pain to the clans, you shouldn’t forget about your sister’s sacrifice.

Tul'pey smiled at Neteyam, inviting him to approach you two. You wanted to scream so loud at that moment, it hadn't crossed your mind that Neteyam had become friends with everyone in the village, including your partner, who ironically had become his closest friend.

"Neteyam! Happy Day of Atonement. I hope that the distance from your family does not make you suffer this day" Tul'pey politely said, as he carried a hand to his forehead and then pointed at the boy in greeting, receiving a smile from Neteyam and the same sign.

"Nah, I miss my family, but I know they think of me and I do the same. After all, I’m going to have day of celebration with friends," Neteyam said, and then look at you, "And maybe get to know people who aren’t my friends." You rolled your eyes and squeezed at the arm of your companion, seeing how Neteyam’s eyes darted from your face to your hands wrapped around his friend’s arm.

"Haven’t you got to know y/n well yet? I thought she was your teacher," the boy said innocently and then received a murderous look from you, Neteyam smiled slightly, looking slightly irritated.

" Y/n, huh? No, we focused more on teaching and distance…" Neteyam tasted your name in her mouth, such a sweet name for such a demanding na'vi. Your name moved from his mouth to his mind, it sounded so good in his head.

"Distance?" Tul'pey asked, looking at you.

" Yes, I prefer not to bond with my students, it would be unprofessional" You said with clenched teeth, forcing a sweet smile. " I leave you two alone, I see that the girls are calling me" your voice was slightly sour, before giving a kiss on the cheek of your partner and throwing an annoyed look at Neteyam, making him smirk.

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Notes from the author:

I felt bad to leave the "cutest" outstanding point, so today I also release chapter III. Love me, thank you.

-Mel

[devieuls]

The way of love pt.XI - THE END

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: ///////

Lenght : 6k

Notes: I’m in tears because it’s the last episode, and I hope you like the chapter (Don’t hate me, pls)

NA'VI WORDS: 'ITE: Daughter; SA'NU: Mother; YAWNETU: Darling; PARULSYIP: Children; TANHI: Star/Bioluminescent freckles; YAWNTUTSYìP: Darling; YAWNE: Love; MUNTXTAN: Husband; MUNTXATE: Wife

Character Cast: NEY'NARI: Your dead sister; IKEYNI: Your Mother; TSENTEY: Your Father; YÌMKXA: Your Ikran; ULEYTE: Your bestie; TUL'PEY: Your future Mate; REYIN'AL: Neteyam's future mate and daughter of Ninat

PART: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 THE END

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Seen from the outside, no one would ever suspect that you were suffering, after all you were rigid and composed, but those little details didn’t escape her.

"Oel…" Neteyam stopped again, and then looked at you. He squeezed the braid in his hands, not yet connecting it to Reyin'al’s, saw your glassy eyes and the way you tried to look strong. Your hand clasped to Lo'ak’s to seek the strength that was missing as you fell apart in silence.

Neteyam’s heart stopped, shivering, feeling a slight breeze hitting his back fervently. The way your eyes yelled at him not to do it and how his heart was telling him to reach yours. Reyin'al’s hand tightened that of Neteyam, smiling at him, as she anxiously waited for him to reciprocate the formula. She noticed where her partner’s eyes were falling, but she didn’t care much, she just wanted to hear those words and then connect their tails and do Tsaheylu with him.

Neteyam looked away from yours, feeling guilty as a lump in his throat formed and the words died in his throat as he saw out of the corner of his eye the way your free hand was touching and playing with the necklace he had fixed. A second cold gust made him shudder, then sigh. " No." His voice echoed in the air, leaving Reyin'to be confused, not understanding what that 'no' means.

The clan looked at the scene with shock, not understanding why Neteyam had stopped the ritual in this way, beginning to think that perhaps he did not want to be Olo'eyktan. Mo'at stood behind them, looking disconcerted her grandson, holding in her hand the shoulder cover that the Olo'eykte wore when paired.

"No? What does that mean?!" she repeated in disbelief, laughing nervously, hoping that it was a joke of her partner and then shake his hands forcefully, trying to make him come to his senses. "No" Neteyam repeated, before leaving Reyin'al, leaving her hands to approach you.

And with each step that brought him closer to you, the emotions intensified in you, mixing anxiety, fear and overwhelming hope.

He put his hand on yours, gently pulling it from Lo'ak’s, and then getting you up. Your fingers were now intertwined, your eyes were slightly open, not fully understanding the actions of the Omatikayan in front of you. The sacred place was filled with a tense silence because of the guests.

"Neteyam… what are you-" You whispered and then felt Neteyam’s arm wrap around your torso, pushing you against him as your hearts met again. You could feel the tension on his skin, the way his heart was beating so hard against yours as he bent over you. Without a second thought, Neteyam looked at you with hopeful eyes. His heart beat hard in his chest as the thoughts of duties imposed were overwhelmed by the true love he feels only for you. With a bold gesture, his lips rest on yours in a desperate kiss.

Finally his lips met yours, seeking solace in a moment of total anxiety and pressure. You blushed at that sudden act, you felt Reyin'al’s angry look on you, mixed with that of Jake and your mother, as Tsentey, Neytiri and the young Sullys looked at you with a gentle smile, happy that Neteyam had made the right choice.

Your free hand landed on his cheek, looking for his warmth to understand that all this was real, while the kiss became deeper and deeper, as if both of you had waited years before colliding your lips again. His taste was enough to make you forget all those people who were watching you not understanding the situation. As you kissed, you could feel the liberation you felt in showing your truth to the world. Realizing that this is the hardest choice you have ever made, but also the most sincere. In that kiss, you were rebelling against judgment, the rules, the walls that divided you two and consumed you in a fire of authenticity.

Like two hungry people, you ate your lips until you could no longer feel them as your own, when you left, it was because you no longer had air in your lungs. Neteyam looked at you panting because of the lack of air, not letting go of your body and gently holding your hand. " I see you, but Eywa" Neteyam’s sweet, loving eyes were enough to make those cuts that had been bleeding for months now disappear. " I see you, but 'Teyam" Your voice was incredulous as you said it, as your eyes looked at it the same way he did at you.

"Neteyam!" Y/n!" The voices of Ikeyni and Jake mingled furiously as they watched you dishonor everything that was created for you. Your fronts clashed, remaining for a few seconds in silence, looking into your eyes and realizing that you had chosen both of you, that one belonged to the other.

The place burst into a chorus of whispers, surprise and disapproval. The two clans witness this act of rebellion, and their looks fluctuate between scandal and admiration for the willpower of the two lovers. It is a moment full of tension, but also of hope for a love that turned out to be true and powerful.

Jake stood up to come at you, then was stopped by Neytiri’s hand wrapped around his arm. " Ma Jake…" she whispered, and her eyes spoke to him more than her lips could, making him sit near her again. Neytiri’s dreamy eyes watched again her son, reminding her when she did something similar to be with Jake.

On the other hand, your father did the same to Ikeyni, stopping her before she could get close to you and take you away from him, while Lo'ak pulled back a furious Reyin'al, ready to eat both of us.

"Back off. Now." he said, putting himself in front of her, preventing her from reaching you two "Bro, go. Now." Lo'ak’s voice brought Neteyam back from his trance state and took you by the hand, starting to run away from that place, under the gaze of all the clans.

Your hand held that of Neteyam strong, hoping that this was not just a dream, but the firm grip of the boy’s hand gave you a sense of deep connection and solidarity, ready to challenge the clan and let it go for you. Without looking back, you pass through the great crowd, leaving behind all that was established for you, leaving behind the words and the looks.

The light of the suns welcomed you once you left that place, as if to bless your bold choice, Eywa and Ney'nari were protecting you and watching over you.

"Neteyam… you shouldn’t have done this…" You said, as you walked together, hand in hand, feeling free and alive as never before, coming near a hidden river. The world around seemed to wane around you.

"Yes. I had to do it because I want you, ma Tanhì. I suffered so much without you, without hearing your touch, your voice… your eyes. Those beautiful bioluminescent freckles that just make me fall in love with you more." He answered by stopping, taking your hands and looking you in the eye. "I don’t know how to breathe without you, I feel dead if your eyes don’t look at me. I can’t, and I don’t have to lose you. I would die if…" his voice snapped as he brought his forehead back to yours, putting one of his hands behind your head, holding you tight to him, as if he were afraid that you might disappear at any moment and leave him alone again. "Ma Eywa, how beautiful you are…I can’t even think of losing you again"

"Neteyam.. I" The words were lost in your mouth, unable to breathe properly because of his words.

"I know, I know we can’t. I know you’ll be joining Tul'pey in a few eclipses, I know I can’t demand your heart. But I know, deep down, a hidden part of your heart still has my name… I-I can only feel alive near you, only if my eywa sees me… I chose you." His last words hit you directly in the heart.

"I chose you too… Every day, I woke up and chose you, but you weren’t there… I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain the situation with Reyin'al, I was so afraid of losing you that I actually lost you" Some tears streaked your cheeks as Neteyam laid a gentle kiss on your forehead, smiling as he wiped your tears with his thumbs.

"You never lost me, not for a moment. I am yours from the first time your eyes have rested on mine, and I will continue to be so in all my next lives." Your eyes met again his, smiling sincerely at him, as your hands rested on his chest.

"Our clans, our parents will be furious with us after this." You said with slight fear, you knew that once you returned to them you would receive harsh words and who knows what else.

"I spent my whole life being the perfect son, the perfect warrior and the perfect Olo'eyktan. Now I don’t care, you are what matters. I swear" His sincere eyes looked at you, making you smile again. You felt your heart so full that it could burst with happiness, beating so hard that you felt like you had a heart attack.

"I’m glad you didn’t do Tsaheylu with her… I know it’s not fair to say, now it’s a problem for you to become Olo'eyktan and-" Neteyam silenced you by placing his lips on yours, gently accompanying you to sit on the ground with him, his hands on your hips as he squeezed you.

"'Cause I don’t belong to Reyin'al" he replied on your lips. His golden eyes embedded in yours, making you enchant again. " Oel Gati kameye, ma Y/N.." he whispered as his hand took his braid. Your fingers touched each other, creating a connection beyond just physical contact. " Oel Gati kameye, ma 'Teyam…" you return the same words, taking the long braid behind you.

"Neteyam… this is forever, you know?" You said as the strands of your tails were released openly. "I know" he replied, and then look for confirmation in your eyes or in your words.

You drew your tail closer to his, the filaments that were looking for the other, now became one, binding each other. You had to take a deep breath closing your eyes, leaning on Neteyam, feeling every single feeling he was feeling, finding in his mind all the truths you needed. Neteyam’s eyes watched your reaction, enchanted, then swallowed heavily and closed your eyes, colliding your foreheads again. He felt so fragile and delicate in that moment, feeling every part of you deep down, everything you wanted to tell him before

There were some moments of silence between the two of you, as you breathed deeply because of the spiritual connection you were having, reliving each moment with each other’s eyes, changing perspective. Your fingers clung to secure support as your hearts beat faster and faster, colliding with each other.

You opened your eyes, looking at Neteyam’s face and noticing the slight redness on his cheeks, while his strong and tenacious Na'vi appearance faded to become a mess of sensitive nerves. His deep breaths as he squeezed his closed eyes made you realize he was enjoying every little sensation of that sacred moment, making you smile as you could feel his emotion in feeling so close.

"Neteyam, calm your heart..I’m feeling it." you said with a slight laugh, and you could hear every beat. He laid his hands on your hips, placing you over his legs before clasping his fingers on your body. "Calm it…" His voice was broken because of that tornado of feelings he was feeling.

Your lips met again those of Neteyam, this time the kiss was more intimate, you could feel the way in which his thoughts of adoration towards you were born, as his heart lost beats with every little movement of yours. You laid your hands on his neck, not stopping kissing him with sweetness and need.

You laid your chest against his, as you pushed him back, to meet the ground, but he changed positions before his back met the ground. He crept between your legs, detaching from the kiss to start leaving delicate kisses on your wrists, descending all over your arm, only going up to the last to kiss the palm of your hand with devotion. You heard little electric shocks running through your body, making him smile when he heard them too, confirming that you were enjoying what he was doing.

His lips moved over your neck, moving a few braids to the side for more space. You felt his lips suck your skin, finally leaving his signature on your skin, as if he could finally say 'You’re mine'. Tiny breaths left your body, making you feel lighter and relieved.

Neteyam’s hand ended up between your legs, starting to rub the tips of your fingers on your nerves, managing to feel your fragility in hearing him work where you needed most. He had to grit his teeth because he felt his excitement increase and yours sending strong signals to his mind, he bit his lip while the other hand tried to support itself on the ground not to crush you with its weight. Your fingers ended up touching his sculpted body above you, blurring some lines you’d created with paint, all the way to the edge of his loincloth.

You saw the smile of Neteyam born on his lips, knowing that your actions made him frustrated more and more, playing with that moment of fragility caused by you. " Ma Tanhì… a little pity" he whispered with difficulty, panting as he squeezed his eyes again. Your perfume, your warm skin, your little panties, everything about you was driving him crazy, and feeling connected to him through the Tsaheylu made these sensations amplified.

You took his face and started kissing once again, only to feel the presence of your fingers vanish and be replaced with his cock. When he came into you, you had to take a deep breath, clinging to his shoulders, slightly disturbed by the shoulder cover he wore on either side. Neteyam tore off his shoulder cover to make you feel more secure in the grip on him, while he uttered a deep groan caused by your pleasure. You had already mated to have sex, but this time it was all more intimate and deep, the way you two touched each other right where you needed, the slow movements of Neteyam’s pelvis as it sinks and looks for your sensitive spot, how he kissed you not to make you feel pain if he went too deep or moved the wrong way, his eyes that sometimes looked for yours, and when he left you other marks on the neck or on the open chest.

The Tsaheylu was allowing you to make love not only physically but also mentally and spiritually, totally feeling every single emotion of each other, arriving at a mental orgasm even before your bodies were ready.

You felt inside you the thoughts of Neteyam, his fear of hurting you and the desire to give you pleasure, the way he thought even at this moment of you as if you were a god and he a very lucky na'vi to have you, all his love and promises he was determined to keep. His hands touching your sensitive skin, your breaths mixing, increasing the excitement of both, the way you shook his hand or scratched his shoulders for the pleasure you felt. And then the kisses to stifle the moans or the screams of pleasure, your hickeys on him, your shaking of legs and the way you clung around his intimacy.

When your orgasms came and you felt the hot cum of Neteyam inside, you couldn’t help but smile at it happy, knowing that he knew you wanted this. The na'vi gently collapsed on your chest, curling up on the top that covered your breast, while you caressed his braids with your hands still braided. The Tsaheylu was still holding you together at that moment, exchanging information about the experience that had just been made.

"I’d like to hear you like this forever." You whispered, your hand going down to his back, holding the boy tight.

"I will make you feel this way forever, I swear it." He took his hand woven into yours and kissed your back, making you smile. " We are mated now, in front of the Great Mother and the forest. I am as much yours as you are mine"

"Our clans… what will they think? We can’t be together if we belong to two different clans" Your voice was slightly broken as you spoke, bringing you back to reality.

"They don’t have to think anything, and you don’t have to worry about anything." Neteyam moved away from your chest and approached your face, stroking it with his free hand. " If need be, I’ll become a Tayrangi to stay close to you"

"Neteyam, you can’t… it’s your people." You sighed, putting your hand on his face, turning to his side.

"You are all I need, a title is not worth staying away from you" The sweet voice of the boy made you smile, and then left you another kiss on the lips.

"This looks like déjà vu… But now we risk more" Your eyes were entwined with those of Neteyam, he tried to calm your fears and calm you, even if he was afraid of the future.

"It’ll be okay, y/n.. just trust me." You smiled at him when he said your name again.

"Repeat it…" you whispered. " What?" he replied, slightly confused. "My name, say my name" He smiled at your request.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n. I would say it over and over again, until I lost my voice." He stroked your forehead, and then you leaned on his chest.

"You’re a skxawng." said you, laughing, as you heard his heart beating against your ear.

"Hm-Hm your skxawng. But what can I do, my mate has a gorgeous name." You blushed at those words. His mate… Now you were his mate. "What’s going on? Haven’t you realized you’re my mate yet? Now you’re a Sully" he asked jokingly, mocking you, receiving a slap on the chest that you also felt because of the Tsaheylu.

"No, it’s just… I’m happy. I’m happy and I’m not really realizing that we’re mated now." Your eyes looked for his, finding the golden sunset in his eyes.

"We are, and soon, hopefully, I can fulfill one of the many promises I made to you" He kissed your head and you looked at him with curiosity.

"Which one?" Neteyam gently caressed your shoulders and back.

"Seeing your eyes, your smile and your freckles on our children" You smiled again and kissed him, feeling his hands sliding down your lap, making you laugh.

"And what surname will we use? Sully is an alien surname." Your voice was very sweet, peaceful as you cuddled up in his arms.

"If Eywa blesses us with a girl, they’ll all take your name, if it’s a boy, they’ll take mine. I’m not going to trouble us for a last name, as long as they look like their beautiful mother." Neteyam’s sweet eyes were melting your heart while you were drawing lines on his chest.

"The important thing is that they do not ride the Ikran like the father" You answered jokingly, receiving a sweet pinch on the side.

You spent hours talking about your future together now that you were mated, you also took time to look into your memory thanks to the Tsaheylu, remembering all the times you treated Neteyam badly. It made you laugh that you insisted on pushing him away, and then looking at the present and seeing you hanging out on the fresh grass after Neteyam had ruined years of dating a woman he didn’t want.

The day was coming to an end, welcoming the eclipse, leaving you two in that place, remembering your whole story, finally you both had found the way to happiness, the way of love that your sister had so much tried to find and follow. The night had brought the forest to light, creating an unforgettable atmosphere for you, listening to the sounds of the forest, while Neteyam told you about his land, showing you the images in your mind. You fell asleep late in the night, not wanting that moment to end.

The next morning you woke up because of some rays disturbing your face, noticing how Neteyam was sheltering your eyes from that strong light. " Mh… don’t leave this time, go back to sleep" he mumbled, still sleepy, as he held you to him.

"I’m not leaving." You whispered on his face, leaving a kiss on the tip of his nose, noticing how childish and innocent Neteyam looked at that moment. "But we have to come back, our parents will be furious, ma Yawne" The boy growled in dissent, you could still hear his thoughts, realizing that he wanted to stay there with you a little longer.

"Neteyam… 'Teyam… come on, we have to go back. If you don’t get up I’ll go back to my clan, come on… wake up" Your words were followed by sweet kisses left all over his face, making him smile while he kept his eyes closed. "Ma muntxatan." At those words he opened his eyes, looking at you.

"Mh… I like 'ma muntxatan', ma muntxate" Neteyam’s voice was hoarse and deeper, you blushed slightly at his words and he smiled.

"Come, skxawng," you whispered, laughing, interrupting the Tsaheylu to his great regret, when you rose.

"You wake me up forcing me to get up, you don’t even give me a kiss, you threaten me, you insult me, and now you interrupt the Tsaheylu. I feel abused, ma eywa," Neteyam said, sitting on the grass, then taking you by the hips and bringing you back to the ground with him, starting to fill your face and neck with kisses. "Ma Eywa… but how can you be so beautiful" He continued before getting up with you and holding your hand.

You smiled all the way back to the clan, feeling the hangover of last night with your partner. Your hands still entwined when you arrived at the village, swallowed as you saw people watching you, wanting to take your hand away from Neteyam’s, thinking he would be embarrassed. Neteyam squeezed his hand around yours, approaching you without shame, passing in front of Ninat and Reyin'al with indifferent eyes, as if the day before he had not left his daughter to run away with you.

He took you all the way to where he and his family were staying, and on entering you noticed your parents were also there with Neteyam’s. When they noticed your presence, you noticed your enraged mother, and you couldn’t help but look away, shaking Neteyam’s hand as his tail curled around your leg to give you more confidence.

"You. I can’t believe you did this on a day like this" your mother began, menacingly approaching you and Neteyam, being stopped by Neytiri’s hand. Ikeyni looked at Neytiri and noticed that she was shaking her head, as if to prevent her from behaving in this way.

"It’s not her fault. It’s my fault, I did everything." Neteyam began to see Jake’s disappointed look before he answered.

"You had a task. Just one task, Neteyam." Jake’s loud voice broke that moment of silence that had been created, you saw Neteyam’s face darkening and feeling sorry for him, wanting to intervene.

"I know, sir. I-" you shook the boy’s hand and looked at Jake with feline eyes.

"He’s an adult. He can decide the partner he wants." You were defensive, you didn’t care if your parents got mad at you, you wouldn’t let Neteyam take all the blame.

"It’s not a topic you have a say in. Please, y/n, don’t make it harder. He has a duty" Jake approached you, trying to be at least a little political with you, just for Neytiri.

"I am his mate. I have a voice in the matter and his duties are addressed to me." You growled, then noticed the incredulous looks of everyone inside the house.

"Did you mate with Neteyam?!" your mother asked, overcoming Neytiri and looking at you with disappointment and disbelief.

It is said that some hearts understand each other even in silence, and your hearts at that time communicated and were screaming for you to remain united. Neteyam stood by you all the time, your hands giving each other strength to face this situation. The silence between you created the necessary complicity to sustain you, even without looking at you, you understood each other.

"Y/n and I mated before Eywa’s eyes. I belong to her as she belongs to me. We are one soul now" Neteyam said, looking into his father’s eyes and then your mother

"You two…" Your mother growled at Neteyam, and you faced her growling in her face. "He’s my mate now. I chose him, mate Sa'nu, and he chose me." You sought solace in your father’s eyes while he took his wife and drove her away from you.

"You. You don’t understand what you just did! I can’t believe you were foolish enough to mate. That’s no joke! Neteyam you are the future Olo'eyktan of Omatikaya and Y/n Olo'eykte and Tsahìk of Tayrangi. You can’t be together. Shit, what did I do wrong?!" You looked at Neteyam when Jake started speaking in that strange alien language that you didn’t understand.

"Ma Jake. Your son did the same as you did years ago" Neytiri’s voice was accompanied by a hand on Jake’s shoulder. His eyes were serious when he was looking at Jake.

"I wasn’t Olo'eykte, ma 'Tiri. I didn’t have a partner, they’re different things. I-" Neteyam stopped his father from continuing his speech.

"Not you, but as my mother. She left everything for you, stood against her clan and left her companion for you. Mother chose you. And I chose y/n. You can yell at me, tell me I let you down or whatever you want, but I chose my partner." You watched Neteyam’s profile as he confronted his father.

"If you choose this path… you will never both be Olo'eykte and Olo'eyktan. The elders would not allow it, ma 'ite…" said Ikeyni, her voice was broken by despair as she looked at you in the hope of changing your mind, but you turned your face, not wanting to hear.

"I choose him…" You approached Neteyam. "And he choose me" your voice was a whisper in the air, loud enough to reach everyone. Your mother’s eyes became sad, unable to express her malaise, so she leaned on your father who welcomed her into his arms, looking at you with confidence.

Neteyam looked you in the eye and smiled, giving you strength, understanding how you felt. Jake looked at you speechlessly, leaving the house to not say or do things he would later regret.

"Ma sa'nu, please… Ney'nari spoke to me, Eywa sent Neteyam on my way, it’s him. He’s my future" Ikeyni didn’t answer and left just like Jake, without looking at you, with disdain and shame.

"It’s all right, ma Tanhì… I promise you, we’ll get out of it." Neteyam said, taking your face, leading you to look into his eyes. " Mh-mh" mumbles in response, nodding, then feeling more confident when he smiled at you, caressing your cheeks.

Neytiri approached you two and put her hands over your heads, caressing you gently. " I see you… If this is the path of your heart, follow it. No matter how many people are against you, it doesn’t matter if your parents don’t want to, Ikeyni and Jake will change their minds. The important thing is that you two keep seeing each other, and choose each other day by day" Neytiri’s sweet voice gave you even more strength and made you smile at her kindness. " I see you too, ma Neytiri"

From that day the months passed with speed as your belly grew more and more, carrying in your lap the fruit of your love with Neteyam. Your clans were able to accept your union and to see you both as Olo'eyktan and Olo'eykten of both the Omatikaya and the Tayrangi clans, the elders helped you manage the clans and like them your parents.

Neytiri was excited to become a grandmother and followed you in every month of pregnancy maybe more than your mother, wanting to protect the little creature that grew in you. Tuk often brought you jewelry for your baby, happy that she was no longer the youngest, while Kiri never missed the opportunity to put her hands on your belly to feel the life growing in you.

Slowly your mother and Jake accepted your relationship, blessing you and offering silent forgiveness. Reyin'al didn’t even dare look at you, the hatred in her eyes was evident and Lo'ak always proposed to accompany you everywhere when Neteyam was busy, to avoid misfortunes caused by that rancorous woman. As for Tul'pey, he was deeply hurt that you had mated with Neteyam, but there was relief in his eyes, for now he was no longer meant to mate with you, being able to continue loving the memory of Ney'nari.

The months of pregnancy made you more and more nervous but Neteyam did not leave you a moment alone, not hesitating for a second to leave everything he was doing to come to you. The long nights you spent talking about the little one in your lap, 'a strong and beautiful little Neteyam', so the Tsahìk considered him after checking your womb. You never forgot Neteyam’s tears of joy when he found out it was a boy your baby, spending hours talking to your belly as he said that little na'vi would hear him, asking you to do Tsaheylu to feel your firstborn together. You knew that Neteyam would become a perfect, caring and kind father, as well as an impeccable mate.

Finally you were happy, you lived with a smile on your face, coupled with the best companion you could ask for, with your clans united and a future Olo'eyktan who would lead two of the greatest clans in the forest. Love in your home was not lacking, like affection and protection. Neteyam managed to keep all his promises, becoming your home, your protection and the one who improved your days tirelessly. You thanked Ney'nari and Eywa for this, now you walked on the right path, You and Neteyam walked together towards the future, finding your way of love after so many pitfalls.

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Notes II:

We’ve finally come to the end of this series. It makes me cry knowing that this is the last point of "The way of love" and I hope to do a remake one day, maybe improving it.

I warmly thank all of you who have read every chapter so far and supported me, I'm crying sm. The only thing that comforts me is that I have many other ideas and scenarios to write, but I will miss Tayrangi reader x Neteyam, one day I will report this clan FR FR.

I’m sorry for some mistakes, but I’m not native English speaker, also this is the first series I wrote after coming back from a long break from writing. I love you, I swear, ma Syulang

-Mel