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A Promise Over All Else

Ao'nung x Reader [Word count: 5.8k]

All characters are aged-up to 18!! (okay not all, but-)

Warnings: Ao’nung being a jerk, mentions of death, bullying, smooching 

“If we do not find someone worthy of being our mates, we’ll mate each other,” Ao’nung scoffed as you muttered a promise, seemingly frustrated by the idea of being one with you.  An innocent declaration that none of the two of you expected to be rekindled in due time.

You have known the children of the Metkayina clan’s olo'eyktan and tsahik for as long as you can remember, being in close age with the two.  The idea of being playmates struck your parents after seeing the two of you, along with Tsireya and Rotxo.  The two of you were inseparable as young na’vi, having learned to breathe, swim, weave and heal collectively, and however intolerable the idea is to you right now, it has always been you and Ao’nung who get paired up with each other in various chores.  As you grew up however, Ao’nung’s attitude towards your peers have also gone into a drastic change, as if he was above everyone, developing a penchant for sneering at every na’vi that approaches the two of you.  You, on the other hand, thought of every na’vi you interact with as equals, being of no noble position as him.  This very reason caused a rift between your companionship, forming your respective circles, frequent greetings turning into brief glances and side eyes, only communicating when training or when you are tasked with healing him.  However, you understood the growing distance between the two of you, as you had different interests and responsibilities.  The arrival of Jake Sully and his family was the one responsible for both rekindling and downfall of your relationship.  An unwanted occurrence by most of the village percentile although your life would not be the same if it were not for them.

It was a bright day when the former olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya tribe had sought sanctuary in Awa’atlu.  You and Tsireya were tasked with weaving nets when a ginormous silhouette of flying creatures flew over you, earning a worried glance from Tsireya.  Your heart sped up at the thought of sky people discovering an obsession towards your village, you immediately clicked your tongue and called for your ilu, Or’ma.  Cautious at the arrival of the ikrans, you dove with your ilu to approach the shores, noticing other villagers approach the forest na’vi, some hissing with threat.  Peering from the waters, you spotted familiar faces, deciding to detach yourself from the ilu and see what the commotion is all about.  A bunch of tsurak accompanied by warriors resurfaced from the waters, that flew above the people, signaling that the olo’eyktan had arrived to take care of the matters.  Gulping at the building anxiety, you looked for immediate safety, finding Ao’nung’s wary stance, stalking behind the ikran, searching for any danger.  Having a glance around you once more, you gave up finding your parents and ran towards Ao’nung, gripping his left arm for protection.  

Landing on the sand, the new faces earned hisses from all around them, causing the tallest figure to raise his hands as if he was surrendering, followed by his family.  You peeked a glance at the ikran, gasping in amazement at their strong wings, wincing in fright when you met a particular na’vi’s eyes, ducking your head behind Ao’nung’s larger frame, forcing him to shield you with the arm you were gripping, puffing his chest with a threatening gaze at the eldest son of Jake Sully.  Rotxo snickered at the size of their tails, “It is too small, how are they supposed to swim?”, he laughed, earning a chuckle from Ao’nung and a swat on the hand from Tsireya.  “Do not. Rotxo, Ao’nung” she scolded, her eyes widening as a warning.  Your furrowed eyebrows did not help the smile of reassurance directed to your friend.  A glare from one of the Omatikayan siblings made you more nervous, squeezing Ao’nung’s arm as your ears flattened down in panic.  

As far as you know, you did not do anything to anger the female na’vi, so why was she rolling her eyes at you?

“Mawey, (y/n), mawey,” Ao’nung whispered, backing up when his father walked to the center of the crowd to address the problem at hand.  You frowned at the words being exchanged, realizing how crucial it must be for their family to be let in, as they were in need of hiding from the sky people.  Asking for uturu is no childsplay, considering that it is still the village leaders’ decision if they would be letting in those who asked for sanctuary.  

Ronal went through them one by one, analyzing what use they could be of in the reef, having no physical trait to aid them in swimming.  Hisses were let out when she raised one of the na’vi’s hands, having an extra finger to it, a sign that they have demon blood flowing in them.  

“They are not even real na’vi!” she exclaimed, holding up the girl’s hands, one extra finger on display.

The girl whom you found glaring at you refuted, “Yes, we are!”  You winced at the confused dread you sensed in her voice, finding it in yourself to sympathize with her.  Being close to the chief’s children meant that you hang out with either or both of them often.  You were witness to Ao’nung’s condescending demeanor, and have made aware of how painful his words are.  Something that he must have inherited from his mother, Ronal.  

Countless thoughts filled your mind, only subsiding when you heard Tonowari’s decision, “Toruk Makto, and his family will stay with us,” the faces of the forest na’vi lightened up, “Treat them as our brothers and sisters.  They do not know the sea, so they will be like babies taking their first breath.”  The mate of Jake Sully turned her gaze away, offended at the statement.  “Teach them our way so they do not suffer the shame of being useless,” Tonowari emphasized, turning his attention again to Jake Sully, nodding at the family. 

“Alright, what do we say?” He urged, thank you’s being muttered by the rest of his family. 

“My son Ao’nung, our daughter Tsireya, will show your children what to do,” a grimace morphing in Ao’nung’s face, whilst the complete opposite reaction was written on Tsireya’s.  She beamed at the family, and her brother sought an escape from unwanted duties.  

“Father why–” 

“It has been decided”

It has been decided.

It wasn’t too long until you had to interact with the new faces, having been invited by Tsireya to dive with them, along with Rotxo and of course, Ao’nung.  You warily distanced yourself from the navy blue na’vi, sticking close to Ao’nung, since Tsireya was enthusiastic with her newly acquired duties.  You waved at Tuktirey, or Tuk, as what she asked you to call her.  You found her adorable, having no siblings of your own.  You swam closely to the reef, glancing behind you to ensure that they were following you, when you saw them swim upwards, Rotxo looking at them with disbelief, and Ao’nung signing that they were bad divers.  

‘Stop, they only need to learn,’ Tsireya signed, with you nodding in agreement, swimming upwards to follow the Sully children and encourage them to swim more.  You were eager to show them the beauty of the reef, determined to get to know them better.  Lo’ak stuck his face into the water, finding Tsireya’s smiling face, signaling them to swim together, as he responded with gibberish signs, having no idea how to respond.  This coaxed a shy smile from you, continuing to swim upwards along with the other metkayina.  

“You swim too fast!  Wait for us,” Tuk whined, making you chuckle at her adorableness.

“You are not good divers, maybe swinging through trees but–” Ao’nung’s tasteless humor earned a smack on the head from his sister, fed up with unsolicited criticisms.  “C’mon bro–”  “We do not understand this finger talk you were doing,” Neteyam tried copying what you were doing, making Rotxo grin and Ao’nung laughed at their cluelessness.  

“I will teach you,” Tsireya volunteered, and suddenly included you in her future responsibilities, “(y/n) and I will do.  Ao’nung and Rotxo can help us with your breathing.”

“Wait, where’s Kiri?” Rotxo’s face twisted in worry, the whole group asking each other where she was, not noticing that the eldest daughter of the Sully’s had disconnected from the lot.

As soon as you realized where she was, you regrouped again and were told to follow Ao’nung towards the shore.  He stood a meter away from the group, producing clicks and noises to call a group of ilu. Waist deep in the water, he glanced at each of you, “If you want to live here, you have to ride.”  

His arms gestured at the ilu’s surrounding him, nodding at the siblings, encouraging them to approach the creatures and familiarize themselves.  Your eyes gleamed at how commanding his voice was, as if the whole ocean was sitting on his palm, an attribute that seemed to be innate in the future olo’eyktan of your clan.  One by one, they tried their hand at riding an ilu, Lo’ak’s attempt being the most memorable after being thrown off its back at his recklessness. 

The training went on and on for weeks, with you assisting Kiri, who was surprisingly a natural when it came to the ilu, having found her underwater interacting with one, which amazed you so much she was shocked to see your beaming face at her after resurfacing with an ilu.  

As the eclipse approached, so did the end of your daily meetings.  The beautiful shades of auburn purple shone on the archipelagic glory of Awa’atlu, indicating the end of the day.  Soon after dismissing the group, Tsireya bid you farewell, whispering that she wanted to have a few moments Lo’ak, making the two of you giggle at the thought of potentially finding someone she wants to spend her life with.  Your simpering caught Ao’nung’s attention, raising his brow at what could possibly be funny that you and his sister are looking at the rest of the boys coyly.  Supporting her idea after knowing that the Sully mean no harm and are actually just a family, you waved at her, tugging Ao’nung’s arm to the direction of the village knowing his tendencies to be protective over his sister.  

“What were the two of you talking about?” he asked, adjusting your headpiece, seeing how disheveled your hair looked.  You brushed off a sand on your arm, “Oh you know, there’s this boy,” you giggled, remembering Tsireya’s blushing face,” ‘Reya really likes the forest boy.”  You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’m very happy for her.  Finding someone she likes and all…” A small whisper from your lips following, “How wonderful it would be if I too..”

You sighed dreamily, reminiscing about your encounters with peers, frowning at the lack of finding someone that stood out from all of your options, having no recollection of successful romantic encounters.  Your sigh did not go unnoticed by your companion, receiving a questioning gaze from Ao’nung.  He stopped walking and asked, “What, you want a mate all of the sudden?”

You breathed, the smell of the ocean embracing you, “I am simply pondering my options, Ao’nung.  My rite of passage is not far, and it is of common knowledge that it is only a matter of time until all the commendable bachelors in our village become betrothed” he scoffed at this, his tail flicking in annoyance at the thought of you getting a mate.  

“I do not want to grow old all alone.  I would want a family for myself, you know that.”  Approaching the direction of your marui, you smiled at him moving your hands to sign him farewell.  As you were helping your mother prepare dinner, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the times when another guy your age would approach you with the most intricate shells in hand.  

You have just turned 14 when a boy of your age approached you with a carefully woven bracelet.  It was typical of you to spend the day with Tsireya, however due to her duties as the tsahik’s daughter, she has asked you to pair up with her brother for the day.  Not minding the company, Ao’nung took you to a spot he and his friends frequented.  You were humming a song to motivate you while searching for shells to give to your dearest friend when a familiar face started to walk towards you.  Ao’nung squinted in curiosity when he noticed Keomä approach your spot.  Keomä is usually assigned with fishing out nets before the eclipse, often swooned at by girls due to his dimpled grins.  The village is not a vast place so the two of you have already been acquainted with each other.

‘What could be that bastard’s business?’ he thought, his carving halted in contemplation.  Rotxo stared at him in suspicion when he suddenly stopped sharpening the bone.  Meeting his friend’s gaze, he huffed and continued his task with a newfound aggressive vigor.  Shrugging at his strange action, Rotxo went back to polishing his dagger.  

Ao’nung was seething as soon as his eyes spotted the bracelet that was not-so-subtly held behind Keomä as an attempt to surprise you.  His enraged mind was prompted to come up with unprecedented schemes to ruin the other metkayina’s chances with you.  As soon as you lifted your head to meet Keomä’s smile with yours, he flouted as he finally decided on what to do.  

“Keomä, have you just finished fetching dinner for the village?” you put down your collection, politely nodding at him.  “Yes, it is another bountiful day,” he stiffly responded, making your head tilt as if to ask what was going on.  Resolved to fulfill what his heart desired, he immediately spouted words of confession before his mouth betrayed him.

“You are the most beautiful person that I have ever laid my eyes on (y/n).  Your melodic voice never fails to complete my day,” he started, making your cheeks flush in appreciation at his kind words.  “I am to participate in my rites of passage in a few months. If you would..” “If your heart is to say yes,” he cleared his throat to continue, “With this crafted bracelet, I would like to ask you for permission to stake a claim on–”

Unfortunately for him, Ao’nung is not one to give openings for other metkayina.  He had his heart spoken for since you were of young age, and he would not let you find a man other than him.  He stood up from his sitting position with a smirk, prancing slowly towards the two of you.

“Ah, Keomä.  Were you not reprimanded by Zoaiäl for your irresponsible decisions yesterday?” Ao’nung towered over the both of you, and to add salt to the wound, “The offense you have induced on yourself could lengthen the stretch before you are allowed to take part in the ceremony for adulthood, you are aware aren’t you?”

“T-that–” 

“Frankly, I do not see the significance in asking her for her hand if you are only going to make her wait for your incompetent self,” his arms extended in a haughty stance, his tail jerking with a snap with threat, “Best to get going to aid your ineptness, Keomä.”  His voice deepened to emphasize his point, making the poor boy shiver.  

Just as your suitor stomped in anger, Ao’nung shook his head at Keomä’s pathetic attempt.  Meanwhile, you were disappointed at the interrupted confession, making you glare at your companion.  Ao’nung could only raise his hands with a satisfied smirk all written on his face.  You went back to your prior activity with a sunken expression and ears down, making him contemplate if you liked Keomä enough to induce despondency from you.

You are not as skillful as Tsireya in healing, nor as good as Noìukä in hunting.  Your modesty however, is of notable charm for most people in your village.  This led to not two, but more than four suitors in a span of seven months just after the first efforts to capture your heart.  

How wonderful! Not. 

Ao’nung’s annoying interruptions continued on as more young metkayina tried their hand in asking you, finding it increasingly difficult to penetrate the barricades that your childhood friend had established.  He was acting like a possessive mate at that point.  That’s right, a mate–

That particular speculation immediately pulled you from the barrage of memories you were just recollecting.  Your eyes widened at the thought of Ao’nung holding romantic affections for you.  You have never considered him to be someone who would develop feelings for you.  

Not that you know of. 

Set on shrugging this particular idea off of your mind, you finished cleaning up with your mother and informed her that you were turning in for the night, making her meet your forehead with hers in good night, receiving another from your father with a promise from your parents that they will be joining you in bed later.  You tucked yourself in your family’s mat with a strange feeling in your stomach, making it difficult to fall asleep.  Instantly after a few minutes, you were off to sleep with a particular boy in your dreams.

Months have passed since the arrival of the Omatikaya na’vi and you have grown close with the siblings, which is quite the contrary in Ao’nung’s case, growing some kind of disdain for them, calling them names and sneering at them for their differences.  

It has become unbearable, really. 

As you grew close to the siblings, you have also gotten to know their mother, Neytiri, and the Toruk Makto, Jake Sully.  You looked up to the both of them, having been told the stories of how they fought the sky people with victory.  You often found yourself dining with them in their marui at some nights.  The cherry on top however, was the friendship that you have found in Neteyam.  He is someone that you look up to, treating him as a brother and him, treating you as one of his sisters.  You have invited him and his siblings to one of your dinners, your mother and father appreciating their presence as they have finally had a chance to take a closer look at the infamous family.  

“So, do you like it here so far Neteyam?” your hands untangled themselves from the net, gesturing for him to try continuing the work himself. 

“It is different from the forest,” he reached out for the strands, “there is also difficulty in connecting with other na’vi, but the island is wonderful.”

You were assisting Neteyam with weaving a net when Kiri’s voice caught your attention.  “Leave us alone!”, followed by a series of laughter.  You frowned when you saw Ao’nung’s peers around her and Lo’ak.  Hearing a hiss from Neteyam, you casted a worried glance at him when he stood up stomping towards his siblings.  You pressed your lips together and stood up to follow him, your ears flicking in alarm when he shoved Ao’nung away, “You heard what she said.  Leave them alone.”  He huffed with his tail flicking with a rigid threat, “Smart choice, and from now on, I need you to respect my sister.”   

You grimaced at Ao’nung’s lack of apology when he simply raised his hands in mock surrender, obviously not taking Neteyam’s words seriously; followed suit by his friend who hissed at Neteyam from being told off.  Neteyam goaded his sister gently to the direction of the village marui with Lo’ak following, when Ao’nung voiced out another jibe. 

“Buh-bye~” One of his friends waved goodbye with a singsong voice.

“They’re all freaks.  The whole family,” he slyly whispered loudly, purposely making the siblings hear.  You frowned when Lo’ak stopped walking, only to turn back and approach Ao’nung with anger clearly visible from his eyes.   

“Lo’ak.” 

“I got this bro,” Lo’ak responded to his older brother calling his name in warning.  Facing Ao’nung, he raised his left hand, “I know this hand is funny.  Look, I’m a freak, it’s alien” he waved his pinky, making the group snicker at the ‘weird’ display.  “But it can do something really cool, watch.”  He slowly started to close his hand to form a fist, ”First I ball it up real tight like this, ‘kay? Then,” his balled up first met Ao’nung’s cheek, catching him off guard to pause for a few seconds at what had just occurred.  

“It’s called a punch, bitch.  Never touch my sister again,” he raised a finger in threat, only to be greeted with hisses and a tackle.  Your eyes met Neteyam and Kiri’s, only to gasp when Neteyam shook his head and joined in.  

“Oh dear,” you hissed when two of them pulled on Lo’ak’s tail, Ao’nung being the main instigator of the action.  “This is stupid!”  Kiri facepalmed in embarrassment, only to chortle at the childishness of the boys, making you follow her example as you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing out loud at how silly they all looked.  It was not long before one of the villagers spotted the lot of you and helped stop the boys from worsening their injuries.  

As soon as the fight is broken off, Neteyam and Lo’ak were dragged by their necks by Jake Sully himself, meanwhile Ao’nung successfully evaded his mother by calling an ilu together with his friends.  

The eclipse had already begun when you went back to your home in order to assist your mother, spending time telling her of what had just occurred between your friends when an alarm resonated to gather the villagers.  As soon as you were in the emergency gathering, you spotted Ao’nung being interrogated by his own parents and Jake Sully, along with a livid Neytiri, clutching Tuk’s hand.  

“What’s going on, ‘Reya?” you inquired, spotting your friend behind her parents.  Her eyes glistened with welled up tears, fear clearly written on her face.  “It’s Lo’ak..” she started, repeating what Ao’nung confessed earlier. 

You raised your hands to your mouth in shock, terrified at what you heard, “What do you mean Ao’nung left Lo’ak beyond the hunting grounds?  No one but warriors are allowed there!”  You swallowed at the thought of Lo’ak getting injured, or worse, losing his life in the middle of nowhere.  You had witnessed Ao’nung’s tendency to play pranks countless times, but never did this particular idea strike your mind.  You did not expect things to escalate this much.  

Ao’nung met your gaze with his ears flattened down with regret and scrutiny at himself clearly on his face.  You avoided his gaze in utter disappointment, exasperated at the endangerment of one of your friends.  You thought he had done enough to make the family feel unwelcome, but this is going above and beyond the line.  He had endangered the life of another na’vi.  You could not bring yourself to meet his eyes without a scornful grimace on your face. 

It was not long after until someone yelled that they had found Lo’ak, hugging Tsireya in relief, her tears streaming down her face.  Lo’ak shook his head when he saw Ao’nung approaching him, getting blocked by his father’s distressed figure.  

“Hey, let’s take a look at you,” Jake roamed his eyes on his son’s body, noticing a few scratches, proceeding to check on Lo’ak’s back to see if there were any notable injuries that needed immediate remedy.  “He’s fine!  It’s just a few scratches, he’s fine,” he finished examining, Neytiri coming into view with concern morphed into her face, turning into something akin to rage, “I pray for the strength that I will not pluck the eyeballs of my youngest son!” She hissed with a clawing gesture right at Lo’ak’s face, interjected by Tonowari.  “No, my son knows better than to take him outside the reef.”  He smacked a hand at Ao’nung’s nape, making him kneel before them, “the blame is his.”  

“Okay, let’s go,” Jake shrugged off the statement, patting his son’s shoulder.  “No, this is not Ao’nung’s fault,” Lo’ak intervened, obviously covering up for the olo’eyktan’s son.  Ao’nung’s surprised expression made you shake your head at his foolishness, feeling bad for your friend for salvaging his bully’s honor.  Lo’ak peered at him, back to Tonowari “Ao’nung actually tried to talk me out of it, really.”  Tsireya only pursed her lips in shame for her brother’s poor decisions, urging her to walk away from the commotion.  Soon enough, the rest of the villagers were dispersed, ending the day with you thanking Eywa that she has kept your friend safe, and with the thoughts of Ao’nung circling within your mind.

The next day, you were once again gathered in your usual spot to help the Sully siblings with their breathing.  Although instead of training, the group had a newfound interest for talking, curious about Lo’ak’s frightening experience the prior day.  You found out that Ao’nung has apologized to Lo’ak, regretful of his actions but also thankful that the boy covered up for his irrationality.  

“The tulkun have not returned yet,” Ao’nung scoffed in disbelief, crouching down, “and anyway, no tulkun is ever alone” 

“But this one was, he also had a– a missing fin! On the left side, like a stump” Lo’ak defended, pointing at his arm, a bit annoyed.

Your eyes met Rotxo’s in realization, “Lo’ak, did you just say the tulkun was missing a fin?”  He nodded at you in hopes of finding more information about his friend, “You have met Payakan..”  Tsireya gulped, afraid for him because of what the villagers know about Payakan.  

“Payakan?”

Rotxo shook his head, fiddling with a shell, “A young bull who went rogue, he is an outcast. Alone, and he has a missing fin.”  Tsireya held Lo’ak’s arm, “They say he is a killer.”  Lo’ak frowned, “No, he saved my life–” “He killed na’vi, and other tulkun,” Ao’nung gritted his teeth, pointedly gesturing as if to emphasize his point.  “Not here, but far to the south.”  “Lo’ak, you are lucky to be alive,” Tsireya smiled as an attempt to ease his worries, but Lo’ak could only sigh, finding it ridiculous that none of his friends believed him.  

“My baby brother, the mighty warrior who survived from Payakan!”  Neteyam chuckled, patting his brother’s shoulders.  “No, you guys aren’t listening,”  “No I’m– I’m listening Lo’ak!” Tuk whined, reaching out for her brother.

You pressed your lips together, hugging yourself when Lo’ak stormed off.  Blinking at his brother’s response, Neteyam went to sit beside you, offering a smile, “I guess he’s not so mighty to be this fed up in a span of minutes, huh?”  You laughed, standing up to call it a day.  “(y/n), you are not coming with us?”  Tsireya asked, brushing off sand from her legs.  “I think I am going to pass, I have not told my mother that we would be visiting,” you smiled apologetically, waving at the rest of the group.  “I won’t be going as well,” Ao’nung said, standing up from his crouched position to walk towards you.  He slung his arm around you, nodding at his sister, “Be back before the eclipse, Tsireya.”  He shared a look with Rotxo, the latter snickering at his friend.  “See you guys around,” you waved, starting to walk with Ao’nung. 

You were talking to Ao’nung about his latest opinion on the Sully’s when a thought crossed your mind, something that you have been pondering since that night.  

“Ao’nung, am I not desirable?”  

Your question caught him off guard and stopped walking, “What?”  Confusion.  It was all written on his face.  “I said, am I not desirable?” you repeated while facing him, slowly meeting his gaze with glossy eyes.  You have been sought after before but when you turned 18, it was as if all of your redeemable qualities had disappeared.  That you have become dull compared to the other girls your age.  Keomä had bonded with Tifka.  Rotxo is obviously pining for a certain girl.  Tsireya and Lo’ak has something going on.  

Ao’nung..  

Ao’nung probably has someone in mind.

Your ears flattened down in shame, your insecurities resurfacing, doubts swallowing your heart as you searched for answers. 

Were you not worthy of being loved?

Tears started to stream down when Ao’nung opened his mouth to answer.  You were afraid that he might say something true that you cannot accept.  You were afraid that he might ridicule you.  You were afraid that you might be incapable of being loved.  You were afraid that nobody would see you.

You were afraid that Ao’nung does not see you the way you see him.

Ao’nung let out an exasperated breath, reaching for your hands.  “You are desirable.”  He licked his bottom lip, “You are beautiful,” he breathed, “the most beautiful metkayina.”  He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “You are good at healing, better than most in weaving.”  

You laughed, sniffling at the sudden compliments.  “You are not speaking the truth, Ao’nung.  You do not have to say those to make me feel better,” you smiled, looking at the horizons instead of his eyes.  You could hear the constant splashing of water against the sand, a sound that you have been accustomed with since you were little.  The blues reflect the way of the ocean, colors that you have most seen in your whole life.  

But you were not familiar with the way Ao’nung looked at you when you glanced back at his face.  The look of yearning, as if he was pleading.  Like there was a thing that he wanted to see. 

That, he sees you. 

Your heartbeat fastened at the thought.  Of course not.  He would not.

Interrupting you from more thinking, he spoke as if he was holding back “Do you have any idea why the others stopped trying to approach you?”  You blinked at him, a few tears escaping from your eyes.  

“I,” he inhaled sharply “I have told the others that I did not want them near you.”  He brought his hand up to wipe at your tears, “I made it clear that they were not worthy of you,” your eyes clouded up again in realization.  

“That I was the only one who can love you,” you gripped the arm that held your face, clutching it, afraid that you might slip away from this dream.  “I do not want you to see others so I made it impossible for you to have other options than I.”  Your lips quivered, “I see you, (y/n).  You have owned my heart since we were children,” his face was slowly inching towards yours, “you make me feel tiny in this world,” he smiled like he was in pain, “you hold my whole being, like you would a shell in your collection.”  

“You have so many people to choose from,” he closed his eyes, slowly closing the space between you, one centimeter at a time, “many shells to place in your song chord.”  He opened his eyes once again when your foreheads met, “But, I want to be the one who will be in your life, recorded and embedded in your heart.”

His eyes themselves were becoming glossy, reflecting the hopeful expression on your face, slightly flushed but still just as beautiful as you were when he first met you.  “I see you, (y/n).  I see you like how the ilu sees the ocean,” you smiled, happy tears dropping at the mercy of his loving gaze, and finally your velvety voice reached his ears.

“I see you, Ma Ao’nung.  I see you since the promise that I have spoken years ago,” without hesitation, your lips met, perfectly slotting together like puzzle pieces finally finding one another after years and years of searching.  His plump lips smiling against yours, slowly but passionately finding its place on yours, so full of longing, and as you returned with fervor, his arm found itself wounding across your back, one of his hands gently caressing your jaw, tilting it to a newer angle, making you sigh as he made it clear how long he waited for you to know.  For you to see him back. 

Seconds felt like hours to the two of you, the background fading into nothingness when it was just the two of you, close together.  Your lips parted to catch your breath, holding on to Ao’nung’s neck to balance your weakened knees.  You smiled against Ao’nung’s lips, “So, all those years you were taking all of their chances for yourself?”  He smirked, “A man cannot be too careful, they were simply not strong enough to go against me.”  

“Or, you were simply not strong enough to handle it if I saw someone else,” you snorted at his deadpanning face.  Your eyes widened in horror when you saw his face morph into something akin to a daring tsurak, his fangs visible from how wide his smile was, “You have five seconds.”  

“5,” you tried to get out from his tight grasp, giggling when he started to nose at your neck, 

“4,” he strengthened his grip, “not running away, pretty girl?” 

You wheezed, feeling too ticklish when he moved his arms near your sensitive spots, “3,”

“2”

“Oh my Eywa, Ao’nung!” you squealed, failing to escape.

“1!” 

“Ready or not, here I come!” he announced, making A’vire giggle nervously behind you.  You smiled at his tiny hands gripping your tail, trying to hide his whole body from his father.  

“Sa’nu, Aiwouì would not give me my tsurak back!” Ämepxìr cried, tugging at you as you bounced Aytretem in your arms making him giggle.  

“Aiwouì, give your sister her toy back, or I will snap your spear in half.” You glared at your 4-year old son.  

“Ma yawne, stop glaring at our son or he might just melt into a puddle,” Ao’nung pressed a kiss on your forehead, patting his son on the head, tearing up after being scolded.  

“Remind me again, why did I go for you?  Look at these little Ao’nungs!  None of them look like me,” you whined, repeatedly glancing over your children to double check if they at least had an ounce of you.  

He grinned, letting out a boisterous laugh when you let out a long sigh, “Maybe it is because I am stronger than you, (y/n).”

“Stronger?” you scoffed, “I see how it is.  I hope you are strong enough to withstand the cold nights Ao’nung,” his eyes almost popped out of his skull in realization.  

“No, ma– Yawntu, you know I was just–”  

“I hope you have fun being strong by yourself outside my mat, Ao’nung.”

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Yawne, Yawntu – Beloved

Sa'nu - Mom, mother

Float Like Clouds

Neteyam x F!Reader

Part 2 of: Soft as Clouds

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Soft as Clouds

Neteyam x F!Reader Summary: You weren't well known in the clan, and when you become friends with Tuk, no one believes her. Warning: Straig

Summary: Neteyam becomes a clumsy fool around you, and the clan has started to notice you more

Warning: Neteyam being clumsy asf, Reader being over-stimulated, was not proof read 😂

Note: BTW all my characters and the love interest from the movie/show are always aged up to 18+

Neteyam groaned into his hand, his body flush with humiliation. Ever since you started coming around more after that day when you brought Tuk back and he'd gotten to know you, he now thought you were the most precious thing in the world. The way you seemed to float by, an aura of peace and patience enveloping your whole essence.

Unfortunately that meant he embarrassed the shit out of himself every chance he got. Just moments ago he had tried to approach you to say hello but he tripped and while flailing his arms like an idiot to not fall, he grabbed the nearest thing which happened to have been a rope connected to a crate, pulling it ontop of himself and bashing his head.

Nearby girls and men his age had laughed under their breath, enjoying the sight of the future Olo'eyktan making himself look like a fool in front of the clans beauty, you holding that title now that attention has been shifted to you.

You however were worried and ran over, carefully brushing his braids back to examine his head and sighing in relief that Neteyam was alright. He ignored the others around and focused only on you, his palms becoming clammy and his nerves were on edge, but once you told him he was alright he found himself running off so he didn't have to look you in the eyes anymore.

The gatherers talked about how you were the perfect gatherer, always knowing what to do with fruits and herbs. Hunters boasted about how the food you harvested went beautifully with their hunts of the days. Healers reveled in the fact your herbs were perfectly collected, divided up and placed neatly. Men his age whispered about how graceful and patient you were, a prize for any man. Women gossiped about how you were so perfect, but they reeked of jealousy.

If only he could talk to you without making a joke of himself, but it seemed Eywa had other plans for him.

From outside the tent where he had hidden himself, he heard the clans people going about their day. Neteyam could barely make out his own families voices, Tuks being the loudest as she talked to who he could only imagine was you.

"Come on! We gotta get to the clearing before the flowers bloom! You said it would be amazing!" Tuks voice was full of excitement, almost a demanding tone. Neteyam could see a vision of her trying to pull and push you, your face probably just a smile as you had a soft spot for the youngest Sully sibling. "Actually we need (Y/n) for something," came a unrecognizable voice, more soon followed.

"We need her to help us gather more food!" "Well we need her to help us decide which size basket to weave,"

Many clans people had started to argue, Neteyam deciding enough was enough. He stepped outside of the tent and saw many people surrounding you, Tuk had been pushed off to the side and was trying to get back through the crowd.

You on the other hand, were down right overwhelmed. Everyday someone had tried to have you do something, go somewhere or talk to somebody. You wanted things to go back to the way they were before. You missed laying on the grass or tree branches without a care in the world.

Your breath had started to get heavy, your chest feeling like it couldn't expand. Clutching your hands to your chest to make yourself feel smaller, your eyes darted everywhere, trying to find some type of escape. The feeling of being closed in almost brought tears to your eyes.

"Enough!"

Neteyams voice cut through the crowd, their voices going silence at once. He stalked through the crowd, shoving people out of the way,"you all are ridiculous! You've been perfectly capable before (Y/n) graced you with her presence, now go away and leave her and Tuk alone!"

There was a bit of a growl with his voice that made your tail twitch, but his arm around your shoulder helped ground you as he brought you out of the crowd and towards Tuk.

"Breathe (Y/n), it's okay, they won't bother you again," Neteyam whispered into your ear, Tuk grabbing your hand to help you relax. "I hate when they do that, (Y/n) gets so upset," Tuk told him softly, they both lead you away to the forest, the place they knew you loved more than anything.

Coming to a small clearing, you felt your breath stabilize and you gave Tuk a smile, a hand caressing her face,"I'm sorry you had to see me like that Tuk," this made her confused. You didn't ask for the village people to go crazy, and they had caused to you have some weird attack, so why were you apologizing? Neteyam himself thought you were a blessing, even though you were so overwhelmed you only focused on Tuk and how she felt.

"Tuk, why don't you go ahead to those flowers you mentioned and we'll be right along?" Tuk threw a questioning gaze at Neteyam, but smirked when a thought crossed her mind, "Oh okay, don't take too long!" She giggled, running off through the bushes.

He helped you sit on a fallen tree,"Are you alright?" Neteyam turned his attention towards you completely, finding you smiling at him a little uneasy. "Yes, thank you Neteyam," the way you said his name made him buzz with energy, but he coughed, his own smile gracing his lips to help you feel better, "They shouldn't have acted like that, I know you don't like the hustle and bustle of village life, though that must be hard now that your friendship with Tuk is public,"

You nodded with a small shrug of your shoulders," Yes I suppose it is, but Tuk makes it worth while," you sighed fondly, Neteyam chuckling, "I do miss being able to sneak around the people without being stopped every few seconds, but it's not all bad when I get to spend time with you guys,"

Neteyam felt his tail begin to slightly move and twitch, "with just Tuk or?" He left the sentence open, wanting you to finish it as he scooched in closer, his body and face all giddy.

"Well, Tuk will always come first," you nudged his arm with yours, but when you turned your eyes to look at him, a sort of smirk on your lips as you stared into his eyes,"but I find it quite funny to watch you,"

Neteyam groaned in his throat, leaning his head back,"Please don't remind me, I always make a fool out of myself when I try to talk to you," you smiled, placing a hand on his knee, "I think it's cute,"

Neteyam thought your hands were so soft and gentle, but if your hand stayed any longer he'd probably end up doing something crazy. "Should we go join Tuk?" He stood up, reaching a hand out to help you up. You nodded, hand in his as you stood up, both beginning to walk in the direction that Tuk had disappeared too.

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"There you are!" Tuk laughed, running up to you and pulling you away from her brother who frowned, noticing your hand had slipped out of his. "Look, they're about to bloom!"

In the vast meadow you three stood in, different colored flower bulbs that had a glow were slowly starting to open, Eclipse casting a shadow as night began.

"What is so important about these flowers?" Neteyam wondered, but you looked to him with that soft smile, so gentle and he felt himself swoon, "watch,"

As the bulbs opened, small, light like creatures began to emerge. Different colors of yellow, gold, white, even a few blue started to float upwards towards the sky, the wind softly blowing them to and from.

"These light bugs only come once a year, they're better to spot at night," you informed, a laugh escaping when Tuk began to run through them.

Neteyam crept up beside you, "Beautiful," he mumbled, but he was trained on your face in the glowing of the lights. Your own white freckles on your face decorated your cheeks and nose, your green eyes seeming to glow, now with the reflection of these light bugs, it seemed you held a thousand stars in your eyes.

"Yes, almost takes my breath away," You whispered, glancing at him to find him staring at you already. You felt your cheeks warm under his gaze, starting to turn away when you felt him tenderly grab your hand into his, bringing it to his chest where his heart sat.

You gasped, your body turning flush into his as he held your hand to his heart, his other hand brushing your cheek.

You both could only stand there, eyes gazing into each other. So confused, yet certain this felt right, the two of you having only known each other personally for a short time but still feeling a pull towards one another.

"(Y/N)" Neteyam whispered, "I want you to know, um," he stumbled over his words, trying to find the right thing to say. "Neteyam," you whispered back, your faces seeming to get closer.

"(Y/n)!" Tuk yelled, your face instantly turning toward her and you watched as she laughed and ran through the light bugs, her hands beckoning for you to join her.

You gazed back at Neteyam who's eyes were shut, his head falling back as he let out a big breath exasperated, his own sister had stopped him in his moment of courage,"Don't look so sad," you giggled, "we can always continue this later,"

Neteyams eyes shot open at that, his face in shock as you skipped off to join Tuk in the tall grass, the light bugs making you look even more enchanting, his eyes trailing over your body.

'I am in way over my head,' he thought, but chuckled and ran to join two of his favorite girls.

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When Tuk had began to tire out, Neteyam carried her as the two of you started the walk back to the village. Her soft snores made you smile, eyes looking over her tired form that was drapped on Neteyams back.

"So, maybe we should do this again," Neteyam started, eyes trying to focus on the ground but he would glance up quickly to see your face. To his relief, you were bashfully looking at him too.

"All three of us or?" Your phrasing reminded him of earlier and he laughed, "Maybe just the two of us, Tuk wouldn't mind if I stole you every once and a while right?" He knew Tuk definitely would, but if she knew he was trying to make (Y/n) her sister officially, it might change her mind.

"I don't see why not, maybe you could take me flying?" Your soft voice and slight pep to your step had him grinning from ear to ear. "Really!? I mean," he cleared his throat, trying to deepen it, "I mean, sure yeah," he shrugged, your laugh making him feel like he was walking on air.

Coming to his families tent, you lightly traced your fingers up Tuks back, whispering goodnight as she sleepily 'hmmed', Neytiri appearing to take her from her oldest so that you and her son could have a moment to say goodnight.

You acknowledged their mother, "Hello, Neytiri," Neytiri smiled at you, nodding her head as she slipped back into the tent.

"So, I'll see you later?" Neteyam asked, his yellow eyes were holding your green ones hostage. Your lips pursed, eyes looking off to the side like you were thinking.

"How about one hour? Take me on a night time ride?" He felt his stomach get tingly, not able to make a noise as he nodded rather fast pace. You left him speechless by your next move.

You grabbed his necklace and pulled him down to your height, your lips laying on his own for a moment and then you were gone with a wink over your shoulder.

Neteyam felt frozen, still as a statue where you'd left him with a longing sense for you to stay, but excitement for the next hour to hurry up. Heartbeat racing, he found some function back and touched his fingers to his lips.

"Oh yeah," he grinned, "Soft as clouds,"

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Part 3?? 👀

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Hi! I just found "Come Back" and I absolutely hate it how good it was! Ugh my heart. :( Was wondering if there's going to be a sequel/part 2?

Hi! I'm so sorry I never saw this until today! I've thought about doing a sequel but I feel like sometimes you've just gotta let stuff go 🥰🥰

"WHY CANT IT BE ME GOD DAMMIT" 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

Pro hero Bakugou crashing into a building from a villain flinging him across the block. “Damn,” he grunts, sitting up from the rubble and smoke with his back aching from the impact.

And he looks around to gather his surroundings only to see you shivering in the corner of your apartment because your living room suddenly imploded while watching tv. You’re wide eyed and dumbfounded, covered in soot, in your homewear that’s just a tiny top and panties- and your confused call of Bakugou’s hero name bounces right off his head as he follows the little happy trail under your belly down into your panties’ hemline.

“Damn,” Bakugou says again, and sounds more breatheless than when he smashed through fucking concrete.

Crack me like a glow stick 🥴

BRO WHY IS NETEYAM SO FINEEE IM DYINGGG RN 😩

Strawberry Wine

Uggghhh was listening to Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter and yalls Cowboy!AU Bakugou Katsuki has got my mind in a foooooooog.

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Just imagining visiting your grandfather for the summer and there's a new helping hand around the farm. A young man about the same age as you, it's also a bonus he's very attractive.

He does all the hard labor your grandfather has gotten a little too old do be doing. The sun beating down on him and making his blonde hair seem like a halo on his head, the golden evening rays making his eyes shine like the brightest ruby.

According to your grandfather he was helping out just for this summer since he was on break from college and wanted to get back to his hometown roots on a nearby farm.

Of course you were caught in a slump, eyes following him everywhere making you clumsy and messing up your own chores making him having to pick up the slack. Okay, maybe it was on purpose so he would be near you and talking to you.

Eventually catching his eye one day while riding a horse and being able to catch a wild hog that had ended up on the farm.

Both of you sneaking around corners and haylofts just for a moment together, before your grandfather came calling.

Him sneaking you out to his truck and just tearing down dirt roads underneath the warm summer moon. Talking about everything and nothing, dreams and goals.

Sharing tender moments and light touches by the pond where he dropped the tough guy act and you both showed your true colors.

Of course nothing can stay the same, as September came calling and he had to leave. The teenage promise to keep in touch and that you'd visit. Him promising he'll see you next summer and that he'd wait if you would.

A few cards, letters and one long distance call over the course of a year you both slowly got preoccupied with other things but never forgot the genuine connection you both had.

Every summer you still go back to see your grandfather, the fields overgrown now as he's gotten too old to maintain it alone but you do your best to help him out.

5 years have passed since you've seen the blonde, eyes always searching for him during the Summer with no luck yet.

Visiting the pond where you both truly bonded, first kiss and first love. A love that still remains sweet in your memory like the Strawberry Wine you had shared together that night.

"Hey there Princess,"

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Someone pull my cavity it's too sweet ☺️☺️

Yall I promise a part 2 of 'Soft as Clouds' is coming, I have a life outside of writing. I don't get paid for this like I do with my actual job that drained me this week, so chill.

I don't need these tears 😭 but I will take them with a heart full of love

two lost souls | neteyam sully

chapter 3 | chapter 2

pairing: neteyam sully x fem!omaticaya! reader

warnings: childhood bestfriends to lovers, fluff, angst

summary: you and neteyam grew up together, attached at the hip since young and that never changed as the two of you grew older. what did change was the fact the two of you began to develop feelings for one another that simple best friends don't hold- two lost souls longing to feel the touch of the other. as everything around you changes when you travel with the sully family to seek refuge in the metkayina clan, you and neteyam's feelings for each other don't- they grow to be unbearable, until everything comes to the surface.

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you felt as if someone had punched you right in your gut as you listened to neytiri, jake and your father all speak of the events that had occured that night.

you were never one to question your fathers choices- as you knew he was a mighty man who knew far better than you and most- but in that moment you had never been so confused at why your father would ever wish for you to abandon your ways, this was your home. your people, how could you leave such a thing?

you couldn’t listen to the them speak anymore, in fear that you wouldn’t like what you heard- as you hadn’t so far. you slowly got up from your crouched position, making your way away from the tent. neteyam ears perked up as he heard you stand up, turning around to see you walking away- he turned to kiri and lo’ak who both held concerned looks on their faces, without another thought neteyam stood up quickly- following right behind you.

“y/n,” neteyam walked fast, to catch up with you. you slowed down your paste at the sound of his voice, turning your head to meet him- your expression was filled with hurt, almost as if you were bound to break down at any moment- and it made neteyams heart shatter into small pieces. seeing you upset was one of the worst things that the boy had ever witnessed, he only wished for you to be happy- neteyam would give up everything if it meant you were to be happy and healthy for the rest of your life, because it didn’t matter in the end if he wasn’t okay, as long as you were neteyam sully would be okay.

“you don’t think they’re actually going to leave the clan, right?” your voice came out small- something you hated deeply, you were not small- you despised being looked at as small or weak, but you didn’t care as it was neteyam. he had seen you at your lowest and highest, weakest and strongest, and he had never once judged you for it- that was one of the many things you found yourself to love about the young warrior.

neteyam didn’t speak, because he didn’t really want to know the answer if he was speaking the truth- he wished that they would never, but he knew that his father would not hesitate to do so of it meant keeping the people safe, and in the case they are in right now- it was exactly what was happening. “i do not know.” his eyes fell onto the ground, not being able to bare the mere thought of leaving his home.

neteyam felt his heart twist in his chest, he had been preparing his whole life for a title of the leader of the clan- and if they left, that would be taken away in seconds. it scared him, he believed his purpose was becoming the next oke’leytan, leading the omaticaya clan into a new era- hopefully along side you. but that could never happen if his father and mother decided to abandon it all.

“what will happen if they do?” you whispered, your gaze locked with neteyams- not knowing if you could really bare the truth.

“it doesn’t matter,” he softly grabbed your wrist, “because you will have us, me.” he squeezed your skin in comfort, with the hand he was holding onto you with- you gave him a small smile in return but thought he did make you feel better, you were still uneasy about it.

you’re mine was racing as you slowly arrived at your hut, not wanting to face your father in fear or what he might speak to you. you took a deep breath and pushed the small cloth that covered the entrance of the small pod that you and your father shared- it wasn’t as big as the other families, but you didn’t mind. it was home after all.

as you walked in you saw your father, sitting down lost in his own thoughts- he looked as if he had been waiting for you to arrive. at the sound of footsteps he looked up, being met with you and he smiled slightly.

“hello, father.” you greeted him, beginning to make your way to where you slept- but stopped slowly as he spoke.

and said the words which you were dreading he would say, “sweetie,” he breathed out, almost as if he didn’t want to say it. “i need to speak with you.”

you gulped, your palms all of a sudden becoming sweaty as you nodded hesitantly- going to sit down in front of you father. he looked as if he could break down crying at any given moment, his eyes which held a million emotions as he looked at you. he had no idea that you and the sully children had been listening in on his, jake and neytirs conversation.

“i am sorry about what happened today, you were very brave my child.” his eyes were soft as he gazed at you, if you were telling the truth- it made you want to cry. “i’m sorry about spider, he was a good kid.”

you sighed at the mention of your friend who had got captured, you had been trying desperately not to think about it- you didn’t even want to imagine what spider was having to endure at this given moment. “he is,” your gaze was held on the floor in front of you, sadly. “i just wish the sky people would leave us all alone.”

at the mention of the sky people, your fathers structured position became a little less straight and more sloppy. “i know, but they are not giving up any time soon.” he took a deep breath in as you looked up- meeting your father's eyes. “that is why i have decided on something.”

you swore right then your heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds. you swore right then your heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds. "what is it, dad?"

"before i do, i need you to know that i am doing this because i love you, so, so much." he was trying to be strong in front of you, but you could tell his walls were beginning to crumble. you nodded slowly as he continued. "the sully's are going to be leaving, and you are going with them."

your stomach twisted into a tight knot, you felt like you were about to be sick- the way you were looking at your father made him feel so guilty about the choice, but he knew it was the only way to protect you. "dad..." you whispered, your eyes glazing over with gloss. "what about you?"

he looked down to the ground, then back up at you- cupping your face with his hand. "i need to stay here and help protect the people."

you shook your head, tears now falling on your cheeks. "no- no dad, you need to be with me." you felt like a young child again, crying, begging for your father to stay. "i don't want to leave, this is my home- our home."

"i know, and it will always be your home." a single tear fell from his right eye, which if you weren't paying such close attention to him you would have never seen the small droplet. "but i cannot lose you, not like your mother."

the mention of your mother was always a weak spot for you, even if you never wanted to truly admit it- her death was so long ago, you had never even met her- except for the many times you visited her soul in the spirit tree- yet, it all felt like it was only yesterday that she came to a pass. you yearned for her, your heart forever ached for your mother. "you won't dad."

he nodded slowly, rubbing his thumb to wipe some of the fresh tears that couted your face. "you remind me so much of her, her spirit lives on in you my child."

you gave him a sad smile, he always told you that- and no matter how many times you heard it, it always managed to make your heart swell with warmth.

your father leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead- it reminded you of when he did it to you as a small child, it gave you a sense of nostalgia which you didn’t know you had ever experienced. “i will help you pack, you set a travel tomorrow morning as soon as possible. you should probably go see the others, they are probably having a hard time as well.”

you nodded slowly, still sad. “thank you father.” you could imagine how the others were feeling if they too had just gotten the news broken to them.

you walked out of your tent, trying to keep a strong posture- not wanting the na’vi in the clan to see that you were upset, because if they did you were sure you couldn’t be able to hold the tears.

as you walked through the village- that was now called high camp, due to needing a safe place from the sky people- you observed it more carefully, because soon you will not be walking through it everyday.

you suddenly got the urge to go into the forest, as if something- or someone, was waiting for you there. you were always one to listen to the strange feeling in your stomach, or the voices that would warn you in your mind.

slowly pushing a plant out of the way, you walked deeper into the green lush forest- eclipse starting to fall over pandora, making it glow shades of orange and pink from the setting light. you observed it more deeply as you did so, soaking in all its beauty and life. you felt homesick already, yet you had not even left yet- just the knowledge of that you were to leave your home soon made you feel a certain yearning for everything you once had. you wondered where you would leave to seek refuge in, what would it be like?- what would the people be like? would it be anything like the forest in which you grew up and learned to love? or would it be the complete opposite of what you had been surrounded by your whole life? those were the questions that were circling your mind as you felt the soft grass underneath your feet, making your way to a small pond which you usually hung out at with neteyam.

that was one thing that made it all a little better- and always did- neteyam. of course you were grateful that the others were to going to be with you but you had a deep connection with the eldest, something you could never quite explain- you were drawn to him, his every move and breath. his presence alone could heal all your wounds.

you arrived at the small pond, about to take a step into the open when you suddenly came to a stop- seeing a na’vi there. you recognised them in an instant, even if it their back was facing you. neteyam. his back was slouched and head hung low, with his hands on his legs loosely- his gaze set on the small ripples in the pond created by the small waterfall that poured into it.

you took a step forward, “nete.” you whispered, at your voice the boys ears perked- but he didn’t say anything as you continued to walk forward, sitting down next to him along the pond. both of your feet dipped in the cold water.

neteyam didn’t look at you, he turned his head away from you- he didn’t want you to see him like this, even though you had a million times before. he didn’t want you to see him cry, he never wanted anyone to- but he minded less when you did.

you sat in silence, you stared at the water as neteyam did so too- his braids falling from his shoulders covering his face from your view.

you slowly turned to him, silently begging him to look at you- and he did, hesitantly- when he did you examined his face, his cheeks stained with tears, eyes still a little watery. your face softened. “are you okay?”

he gulped, nodding. “yes.” both you and him both knew that was not the truth.

“you don’t have to lie to me, neteyam.” your tone was soft and gentle as you spoke, neteyams shoulders relaxed- sighing heavily. “did they tell you?”

he nodded, “your father told you?” you nodded sadly in response.

“it’s going to be okay.” you breathed out, looking into neteyams eyes- your own starting to glaze over with liquid.

neteyam shook his head, “no- you shouldn’t have to come with us, it’s not fair on you.” he didn’t know what he was feeling, he felt guilty in the fact you were there when the avatars were- that all because they saw you that you too had to leave everything you knew- though he was happy you were coming with him, you deserved so much more. “if lo’ak just listened for once, then you would be able to stay with the clan.” he sighed frustratedly.

you didn’t really know what to say, yes- what neteyam said was the truth, but one cannot ever see what the future holds. “it’s not lo’aks fault, i should have said something.” you put your hand on neteyams shoulder, brushing away some of the braids that fell on it gently. “no one could have known what would happen today, and i have a feeling it was going to happen one way or another.”

neteyam looked into your eyes, he was terrified of leaving his home- but he realised something in that moment, you are his home. wherever you are is where he wants to go. “i know.” he sighed, “i am just..” he trailed off, not knowing the words in which he truly meant.

“scared?” you finished it off for him.

“scared.” he repeated, nodding sadly. your hand that was on his shoulder trailed down to reach his hand that was closest to you, squeezing it gently.

“i think we are all scared, it is okay to be scared, neteyam.” you reassured him, his heart swelled up at your intervened hands with his- neteyam didn’t know how much he had needed to hear those words until you spoke them.

"are you scared?" he hesitantly asked, examining your face as he questioned you- your face dropped slightly, your gaze falling back downwards.

you nodded slowly, "yes," you thought about it, you were very scared- terrified at most. how could one not be terrified? "i am scared." you lifted your head slightly, meeting neteyam once more who was staring right at you. "but we can be scared together." you smiled slightly at him, which he returned- the corners of his mouth lifting up.

"scared together?" he put out his hand, ready for you to shake it.

you chuckled slightly, reaching out your hand and meeting his. shaking it as if the two of you had just made a deal. "scared together." you repeated his words.

the two of you would forever be scared together, because why be scared by yourself when another is full of fear? never let yourself be blind by an emotion that somehow runs you, stering your body in its every move- neteyam sully had never been fearful, for as long as he had known the only thing he truly feared was failing his father and the people around him- but as he thought of what was in the future for him, neteyam sully found himself consumed by the overwhelming emotion of fear, that was so unfamiliar yet, felt so normal in him. he was terrified for what was to come, all the what ifs? of if they would have stayed in their clan- but he was sure of one thing, the great mother had a plan for all beings, and he felt his plan shift, like a planet that suddenly went off its natural course, for was it ever its natural course?

watching jake sully be thrown from his position of oke'leytan was a scene you would have never thought you would ever see until the day neteyam became oke'leytan, but you were there. watching as tarsem slashed a knife across jake's chest, cutting a straight line that broke through his skin making blood drip from the fresh cut.

in that moment it finally set in for you, it was really happening- you were leaving home. perhaps you truly didn't want to admit it, hoping that you would wake up and it would all be a bad dream that you would awake from- but it wasn't a dream at all, it was reality.

you glanced at mo'at who stopped her chant, she sensed a pair of eyes on her and turned her head to meet your eyes- you would never know why she was so insistent on you, but you would be missing her dearly as well. she had come to be important to you in a way, even though you had only really had one deep conversation with her that was enough for her to mean so much more to you than just your tshaik.

the two of you held eye contact, it was as if mo'ats eyes were trying to convey a prayer to you- one in which you were trying to decipher with all your mite. mo'at watched you carefully- you felt a sudden warmth overtake you, a feeling of knowing but you didn't know of what you knew before you could search for an answer mo'at just nodded to you, turning away leaving you staring at her. until you pried your attention from her.

it was hard for the entire clan as well, they had gone through many oke'leytans in the years and now they all had to adjust to yet another that would lead them all- you had no doubt tarsem would do a good job at it though, he was young but a very wise warrior, you had talked to him a couple of times and trained with him a little bit.

you glanced over at the sullys next to you, tears falling from all their eyes- which you were sure you had a couple falling from yours as well- neteyam was standing straight, trying his best to keep it all in, but even he could not fight the few tears that pushed through. kiri was silent as she watched her father being dethroned, if one didn't know her they probably would have thought she did not have a care for it- but you knew kiri, she just had a different way of grieving from others, everyone did. hers was the silent type, she let it hurt within her- only sometimes letting it fall through into her emotions.

you grabbed her hand that had 1 more finger than yours, and squeezed it gently. at the feeling of a hand in hers kiri looked at you, giving you a grateful look, squeezing your hand back.

jake got up slowly, his face full of hurt as he began to walk down looking at the clan he once led and protected, now leaving. he motioned for you all to follow.

your hand still in kiris as you all walked behind jake, through a line down the middle that had no na'vi in it- the clan on either sides of you all, watching you with sadden expressions as this would be the last time any of them would see you in a while. you could hear neytiris sobs as you walked, it made you want to break down crying and refuse to go.

you didn't want to dare to glance at the na'vi who in which you would not see in a while, but you couldn't stop yourself- you head slowly turned to the right side of you, meeting the na'vis tear filled eyes as you and the sully family left. they nodded their heads in goodbye to you as you passed them, which you returned.

you took a deep breath as you took your last step, finally walking away from the crowd of na'vi- not looking back in fear your body would run right back.

you dropped kiri's hand gently, bringing the hand up to your face, wiping the tears away from your cheeks- but it didn't quite work as they were just replaced by fresh ones within seconds.

neteyam turned to look at you, seeing the tears that came from you- he silently wrapped one of his arms around your shoulder, bringing you closely to his side. which you didn’t fight against at all, instead you leaned in to his touch- feelings a sense of comfort in the heart that was filled with grief as you left the only thing you ever knew behind.

the ikrans were ready for departure, all your belongings were packed onto your ikran and the sullys. no one had really said anything except for jake, who was giving instructions- a certain atmosphere clouded over you all- even tuk, which was unusual as the girl usually always had something to say. though she was going even she knew the importance of what was going on around her- though not to a certain level.

you stuffed a knife into one of the pouches attached to your ikran, rangi. making sure it was secure enough to stay on throughout the trip. your head turned slightly to see your father standing not too far away. “dad.” you whispered, the feelings flooding back to you.

“you forgot this.” he approached you slowly, holding out a small woven arm bracelet- except, it wasn’t just any bracelt that you wore on your upper arm. it was your mothers, one you had not dared to touch.

you furrowed your eyebrows, looking from the bracelets in his hands to his face. “that’s mothers..”

your father nodded, gently bringing your arm out from your side and sliding on the beautiful dark bracelet- fitting onto your right upper arm snugly. “it is yours now, my child.”

it felt foreign on your skin, like a materiel in which you had never felt before- but you had. as if you were waiting for the bracelets crafted by your mother to burn your skin at any moment.

you didn’t know how to reply, after all, how was one to reply to a father who had just given his daughter one of the only things that remained of his mate? there was one thing you knew to say, “thank you.” you whispered, tears swelling in your eyes as you tried to soak in your fathers presence- as you knew you wouldn’t see him in a while.

your father nodded, bringing you into a hug- which you gladly returned. wrapping your arms around him, holding him to you tightly- scared to let go. you felt like a baby again, in his arms. you wished you could have stayed like that, but all too soon he pulled away.

looking into your eyes, “i see you, y/n.”

your ears perked up at the words- breath slightly hitching, for he had only spoke these words to you twice in your existence- not counting this time. first time when you did your first clean kill, the other time when you got your ikran. and now, as you were leaving.

before you could answer, jake shouted out to everyone. “okay, time to go!” you turned to jake, who began to mount his ikran- everyone following in persuit- then back to your father who had glossy eyes, and nodded.

maybe it was the density of the moment, or maybe how you felt like your lungs were failing- you didn’t really know, but you suddenly had a hard time breathing as you stared into your fathers eyes. you imagined how the day would go, when you eventually left home, off to live with your mate- but nothing could have prepared you for this, no. you were not just moving out of the hut the two of you shared, but the clan in which you grew up in- home.

“goodbye, dad.”

Honestly I be grabbing my man's back during sex cause the muscles just flexing like 🫠🤪

Map of Stars

Aged up!Neteyam x Mate!Reader  [Word count: 1.6k]

Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, Back praise, unnecessary words bc y/n is smitten fr, body worship, implied smut, size kink if you squint, overstimulation [This goes without saying, minors dni]

You like holding onto Neteyam whether on his shoulders, around his waist, his toned arms, but most especially his back.  You loved how his lean back presses against you, tight muscles flexing every now and then, never failing to jostle the fluttering feeling in your stomach. Neteyam however, was oblivious to your growing affinity towards his back.  He’s the sharpest warrior there is.  He knows when a sturmbeest would appear at a certain hotspot.  He knows where the fresh fruits are.  But  this?  This,  he does not know. Not that he would care. If anything, he'd be more than flattered, that even the simplest things on him you would find endearing.  He certainly notices your behavior around him when those feelings resurface though.  He loves how your ears would suddenly turn downwards, slowly turning leaning more into the purple spectrum, indicating that you were flustered.  Your tail would suddenly start swishing a bit faster, its end becoming more and more noticeable as it moves unconsciously.  

So, when Neteyam saw you doing it once when he was helping his brother remove the saddles from the ikran, he was set on finding out which particular part of him makes you all putty in his presence.  First, he tried pinning it on his arms.  He has trained for years, effortlessly making it a routine to do various hand exercises to improve his aim, practicing weaving with his sisters, and lifting supplies for the clan, making his biceps more toned, making it one of the first things the women in the clan would coo at. He has tried  showing off to you countless times, purposely shooting better at practice when you were around, making sure that you were seeing his taut muscles as he pulled his arm backwards to aim.  At dinnertime, he would reach from behind you, making his forearm slightly graze your shoulder.  To no avail, you would only smile at him endearingly, face slightly reddening from the contact, but it’s definitely not the reaction he was trying to find.  

Neteyam loves everything  about you.  But he was just a man.  He wants to see you melt before him, baring your everything at him.  He longs to witness you offer yourself as his and his only.  

Neteyam never considered himself as a selfish person.  Growing up he has only known to give and sacrifice for his siblings, dedicating his whole being to please his parents, the people around him, always aiming to prove himself as the future olo’eyktan.  But as his pupils rapidly enlarged at the sight of you squirming beneath him, your three fingered hands raking along his back, your eyes hooded with overwhelming arousal, all he can think of is to take take take.  

“Neteyam–!  Slow down–ah!” you pleaded, eyes slowly rolling back at the feeling of his muscles flex beneath your fingertips.  You didn’t even realize you were crying until your mate swiped a stray tear on your cheek, dipping towards you to rub his nose against your left cheek, his hand stroking your queue, making you arch your back, meeting his chest halfway.  As if to add fuel to fire, he tugged at his queue, forming tsaheylu between you, burying you in massive waves of emotion.  Love.  Desire.  Lust.  Fondness.  Worship.  Ardor.  Everything came to you in a roller, making you quiver at the feeling, chanting out his name so loud some might mistake it for a ritual,  a sacrament of lascivious want for your mate’s back.  

You were too swamped with pleasure your hands have fallen on the mats, gripping at nothing as Neteyam thrusted at you faster and faster, never getting tired of maneuvering his hips forward and backwards, pulling back until only his tip was inside of you, then moving oh so deep back into you, giving you endless jolts of pleasure.  You rolled your hips upwards to try and match his pace, only proving to you that you can’t catch up to his tempo as he outruns you by digging his member brisker into you.  He groans at your ear, slipping from his  positioned palms, almost failing to stop himself from falling flat into you, his elbows acting as cushion from his unexpected collapse from too much delectation.  From the new angle, he catches your lower lip between his teeth, playfully biting it then smashes his lips against yours, deepening it with a delve of his tongue on yours.  He moans as you reciprocate by licking against his tongue, decelerating his thrusts to match how slowly he detaches mouth from yours, a string of saliva appearing from between you.  

It was endlessly torturous as it was tremendously pleasing to you, that he would go  from slow to fast then rapid to sluggish, continuously building the impending knot in your stomach.  “Oh my Eywa–!  Neteyam-” you exclaim as he once again consumes you by plunging into you harder rhythmically.  He grabs your hand, guiding it on his back as he rammed into you.  You whine in realization as he makes you scour through his rear muscles, feeling them twitch at your hand’s mercy, experimentally pressing through the plush of them with Neteyam muttering a curse as he impossibly quickened his pace.  You were seeing stars when he gave you three of his hardest thrusts, your arms pulling him closer to  you, making him nestle against the dip of your collar.  You sob against his shoulder as you feel yourself let go, your slick covering the entirety of his member.  

“Hahh–”  He breathes, his warmth seeping through, filling you with his seed, never stopping his languid thrusts, his eyes almost went black when he sees himself inside you, his shaft plunging inside you lazily, a dent on your stomach visible.  You pull his head into you, kissing him with wild abandon.  This takes you back to  your first night as mates.  You were on his back, being carried by him to the tree of  souls  after you hurt your ankle out of sheer excitement when the day he would choose you has come.  Your courting was well known in the village.  The people knew that the two of you have loved each other for a long long time.  

That night was also the reason why you have come to love the way his back would dip into a perfect semi-arch that leads to the most alluring tail you have ever seen.   The way his back pressed into your chest, firm muscles shifting every now  and then, it was so so attractive.  So when your beloved pulled out from you, you could not help but pull him closer to you, only you shifted him onto his stomach, your eyes seemingly forming into hearts as they lay gaze on his freckled back, the bluest stripes adorning it.  Your eyes droop into a mesmerized look, thinking just how beautiful Neteyam is.  You could be presented with every eligible man in the whole world but not one of them would hold a candle to your Neteyam.  

Neteyam shifted his neck slightly to see what you were up to, chest slightly heaving at the exhaustion starting to seep through.  He was about to ask what was  wrong when his eyes  widened in realization.  You were practically melting his back into a  puddle with how lovingly your amber eyes were stuck onto him.  

“I see,” he chuckles, voice slightly raspy.  He folds his arms beneath his head, acting as a pillow to make himself comfortable, knowing how much time you will spend giving his back attention.  Yawne does that very well, in his opinion.  You gently put open mouthed kisses on his back, a beautiful map of stars that you have come to love, giving each bioluminescent freckle attention, doing your best to remember which spots struck the most reaction.  Neteyam jutted his hips onto the flooring after you suckled on a certain area of his back just a few  centimeters away from his tail.  Eywa, he exclaimed.  You started working your way up, licking him from the dip of his spine, moaning obscenely as you did it, your hips rocking against his tail, its incessant flickering creating a friction against your womanhood.  

A  familiar buildup has Neteyam breathe a sigh, groaning as he feels your wetness against his back, your nose nuzzling against his braids.  You kneaded the knots on his back, eyes rolling back at the feel of his muscles rippling against your palms, tearing a loud moan from you as your mind blanked out for almost a minute with how unexpected your release came.  Neteyam gasped your name as he himself let go of the tightening in him, releasing a sputter of his semen against the ground, his right hand shakily reaching behind him almost tangling with the connected queues, and finally came in contact with your sex as he massaged through the bundle of nerves, helping you through your  release.  You squirted against his back, making your breath hitch when you felt his left hand rub your bottom against him, stroking it in a circular motion.

“Neteyam, I love you–!”  You scream, continuing to whimper his name, "Neteyam, Neteyam Neteyam—Haah.." your voice fades as you run out of breath from overstimulation, tickling his ears as you did so. 

As soon  as he felt your heartbeat slow down, he shifted onto his back to guide you into a cuddling position.  Deciding how close he needed you, he lifted you up to put you quite literally on him, an appreciative sigh coming from you.  You pressed a kiss on his cheek, then went back to nuzzle against his neck, mumbling an i love you, so so much my mate.  It was not too long until your soft snores reached his ears.  He chuckles at the sight, his arms wounding around your waist, his tail protectively wrapping itself around your thigh, with yours unconsciously doing the same to him.  He smirked at his new discovery, the cogs inside him starting to run through ideas where he can exploit this to tease you, perhaps score another passionate night with you, as the two of you go beyond your experiences, showering each other with love and intense desire.

The mysterious demon snarled in defiance before Satan.

Heat radiated off him and his glowing eyes blazed with fury.

As my demon lover took a stand against his lord,

I felt my love for him burn even hotter than the fiery depths of Hell.

Emberlynn Pinkle you depraved little genius