Guess Who Just Ate Bread

guess who just ate bread 😼😼😼

imagine sleepy neteyam being so clingy and cute 🥹

oooohhhh my god. yes. sleepy neteyam.

he probably stumbles into your marui after a long day of hunting. his eyelids are heavy and droopy, his shoulders are slouched and he is sooooo touchy. his large hands grip your soft flesh, pulling you into him as stands behind you.

his eyes would rake over your crouched position in front of the fire as you prepare food— but he’ll continue to pinch your sides and knead at your back like a cat. “stop, ‘teyam. i’m making you dinner.” you’ll say, but he doesn’t relent.

he’ll groggily drag you upwards to stand you to your feet, groaning from his tired muscles, “you’re really makin’ me do all the hard work, right now?” his voice is deeper than usual, and hoarse. the sound makes your belly erupt in butterflies.

you’ll finally give in, turning around to look up at your mate. “you’re so sleepy, my love. why don’t i get you to bed?” you gently push him backward toward your shared hammock. he obliges, and stumbles backward as you lead him to it. but not without a goofy lil smirk on his face.

he’ll sit down on the edge and tugs you by your hips to stand between his parted knees. he’ll lean forward to press soft kisses against your abdomen, while his hands grip the flesh of your uppers thighs. “come to bed with me. ‘jus wanna cuddle.” he tiredly murmurs against your warm skin. his tail will coil around your leg, urging you to come to bed with him.

the feeling of his hands gripping you, and the heat of his lips leaving kisses along your skin weakens your tough demeanor, “but the food…”

“‘m not hungry. i want you.”

his words make your lips part slightly. who could say no to that???? so obviously you do the logical thing— you put out the fire and crawl right into bed with him, letting him lay on your chest as your hand runs over his braids.

after a few soft kisses, he’ll instantly be out, slightly snoring and drooling on you…but you couldn’t care less. you have the man of your dreams in your arms.

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: Straight up Flufff

When you were growing up, you found yourself wanting to linger in the background more than insert yourself into the everyday activities of those your age. Like now, you were currently lounging in a tree, eyes facing up at the clouds as they moved by at their own pace.

You were a gatherer for the clan, not that anyone knew. You would rise before the sun to go out and gather the sweetest, most bountiful food your clan had ever tasted, leaving it in the baskets by the main fire circle. The fruits were always plump and juicy, herbs and spices nicely placed in pouches for easy access.

You wanted to begin early to end early, opting to stay out of sight of others. Now, some knew of you, the elders for example always took a small notice on how you were much more reserved than others your age. Your parents of course knew you, but you were a failure of a child in their eyes. At your age you should've been chosen for a mate, or made a mark on the clan in some positive way, but you didn't, so they turned their attention to your more 'promising' younger siblings.

You never cared, preferring your more modest lifestyle of peaceful serenity.

"Whoa! What are you doing up there?"

But Great Mother had other plans for you.

You gazed over the side of the branch you were currently laying on, brushing your hair that had fallen into your eyes away, spotting a young girl in the forest floor below you.

This was not just any girl, oh no, this was Tuktirey, Toruk Maktos youngest child.

You let a small smile slip on your face as you slowly began a decent, swift and agile, like that of a cat.

You knelt infront of her, your eyes meeting hers that were still so full of child like wonder, "what are you doing here small one?" Tuk giggled, looking side to side as if looking for something, or someone.

"I was following my brothers, but I guess I got lost," Extending a hand to Tuk, "Well, let us get you home then," her small fingers wrapped around yours and you both began your walk, going back down the path you had made from the times you ventured out here.

Tuk couldn't help but wonder why she had never seen you before, yet she thought you were very beautiful. The aura that surrounded you was so soft and peaceful, it made her feel instantly safe.

"Why do you come out here, it's very far from home? Are you a hunter or a gatherer? Your hair is very pretty, can you do mine like that? Wait! What's your name?" Tuk rambled out, skipping beside you. A chuckle escaped your lips, you liked Tuk, she was very silly.

You stopped and knelt down beside her, her yellow eyes stared into your soft green eyes and she couldn't help but think you held the forest in your eyes, "My name is (Y/n), I much prefer to gather, and I think your hair is fine just the way it is, simply because it's yours,"

You couldn't help but boop her nose, her nose scrunched as she let out a laugh. You smiled, "now, what is your name?" Tuk felt like you already knew, but she puffed out her chest proud, "My name is Tuktirey, but you can call me Tuk!"

"Such a pretty name," you gasped, standing up and resuming your walk to the village. Tuk swung your intertwined hands back and forth, both of you finding comfort in eachother.

When you had finally happened upon the village, you could hear everyone in a state of panic. Tuk groaned, her ears pinned back, "I think they realized I was gone," you knelt beside her, both of you hidden just out of sight with the plants, "then maybe you should appear,"

Tuk hugged you, you wrapped your arms around her to return the embrace. "Will I see you again?" She asked, pulling away enough to see your face.

"Of course, I quite like you," you smiled, slowly giving her a nudge to the panicked clan members.

When Tuk had emerged out of the brush, the panicked cries turned into one's of relief and joy. Many ran over to embrace her, but by this point you had already vanished without a trace.

"Tuk! Where were you, we were worried sick!" Jake exclaimed, sweeping his youngest into his arms and giving her a extra tight hug. "I tried to follow Neteyam and Lo'ak but I got lost, but it's okay!" Tuk laughed, "I found (Y/n) and she helped me get home!"

Jake and Neytiri exchanged a look, as did some of the other clan members. Your name was no familiar, almost positive there was no one in the village who has that name.

"Tuk, what are you talking about?" Neytiri wondered, taking her child from her mate and settling her on the ground in front of her, "There is no one named (Y/n) in the village," Neytiri began to examine Tuk for a head injury, but Tuk pulled her head away in annoyance, "I know what happened, (Y/n) helped me, she's right,"

But when Tuk turned around to where you had been, you were gone, "she was right here," Tuk cried, but her parents chalked it up to fatigue from being lost all day.

"Come, you must eat and rest," Neytiri pulled Tuk along by the hand, which Tuk did almost sulkly, glancing back one more time to see you emerge and give her a wink before disappearing behind everyone's backs. Tuk grinned, now happily walking with her Mom.

~.~

Weeks had passed and Tuk now snuck off any chance she had to find you, sometimes waking up early to join you on your gathering. You were like another big sister to her, you were so soft and gentle with her, it almost reminded her of her own mother. You would show her the best places to gather fruit and herbs, show her how to move silently through the forest so not to disturb it.

In return, Tuk gave you simple companionship. You always thought it was fun being alone, but Tuk gave you a shining light of what having someone around could be like.

When Tuk would return from wherever you two had disappeared to, she would tell her family all about it, now causing Jake and Neytiri to worry that she was making up stories to make herself feel important like her siblings.

"Ma Jake, I'm beginning to worry about Tuk," Neytiri spoke one day when she watched her youngest venture off into the brush before she could stop her, "it is not safe out there but yet she continues to go, we must stop her," Jake could only hum in agreement.

"What's the name of the person she speaks of? (Y/n)? Are we sure she's not a person in the clan?" Jake questioned, Neytiri feeling her shoulders sag in exhaustion cause she had asked any gatherer, hunter or healer she could think of and no one knew about you.

"Maybe we should send Neteyam with her one day? Make sure she's really safe? See what he can find out?" Neytiri fired off question after question, Jake taking her hands into his as he calmed her down, "That's sounds like a great idea, if there's anyone who can find out it's him, come, let's find him,"

They both set off to find their eldest, who they were sure was going to throw a fit hearing about their plan.

~.~

Tuk panted, running up to a clearing where she saw you relaxing by a small pond, toes and feet floating in the clear water. "I'm here! What are we going to do today?" Tuk skipped over, taking a seat next to you as your turned your gaze to her, a smile coating your face.

"What would you like to do?" You asked, Tuks face scrunched up in thought before asking you, "Could we go for a swim next to the waterfall?" You thought about it, before nodding. It was very close to the village, but you were looking forward to spending time with Tuk.

"Awesome!" She cheered, pulling you up off the ground and began the walk, with you giggling behind her.

The water had been very liberating of any stress or thoughts that plagued you. You sighed in bliss, leaning back to float in the water as your eyes gazed up at the clouds, the soft white making you forget everything.

Tuk had jumped in, splashing you and causing a laugh to erupt from your stomach as you flipped over, watching the young girl giggle and continue to splash you with water.

You began a water assault back, both of you not even paying attention to how loud you were being which caught the attention of Neteyam nearby who had been searching for Tuk under the instructions of their parents.

"Tuk!" He called, walking into the rocky terrain that held the waterfall where he saw Tuk soaked and wading waist deep in the water, her breath heavy as though she ran for miles, yet a smile plastered her lips.

You were no where to be seen, ducking under the water to find a rock that had caught your eye.

"Tuk, it's time to come home, let's go," he helped her out of the water, not noticing you surface up to your shoulders in the shade of a tree that grew on the nearby bank.

Your hair had rested on your face a little and your shoulders, the shade making your eyes almost glow as you analyzed Neteyam. He was your age, currently training to be the next clan leader and yet here he was, fetching his sister.

Tuk through a glance over her shoulder to see you in the shade, throwing up a quick wave goodbye and taking off in front of her brother.

Neteyam had caught her look and couldn't help but turn back, catching a quick sight of you.

A beautiful, young woman who was lounging in the water covered by shade. Your eyes are what caught his attention the most, but just as quick as he'd seen you, the next second he blinked in shock before opening them to find you gone, the water only rippling from where he saw you, well, where he thought he saw you.

Neteyam was now becoming a quick believer of Tuk's stories.

~.~

Now that Neteyam had caught a glimpse of you, he started to see you everywhere. Although, it was out of the corner of his eyes, because when he would turn to see you, your figure was gone, the place he had seen you now empty or void of anyone or anything.

He had told his parents that he didn't see anyone with Tuk, but that was only because he feared how crazy he would sound. Seeing someone who wasn't entirely there and then them being gone the next second. They'd send him straight to the Sky People for evaluation.

Neteyam had followed Tuk out of the hut one late afternoon, Tuk turning to him confused since he has never followed her before, "What are you doing?" Neteyam just smiled, playing an act to follow his parents instructions, "Well, I've missed hanging out with my favorite littlest sister," he roughed up Tuks hair, causing her to hiss and push his hand away, "so I figured we could spend the rest of the day together,"

Tuk glanced sideways towards the path, a bit unsure about how you'd reac to Neteyam coming along, "I don't know, you probably wouldn't be up for it," Neteyam raised an eyebrow, his thoughts consumed on what a child would be doing that he himself couldn't or wouldn't wanna do, especially so late in the afternoon.

"Well, if you're sure," Tuk grinned, taking off down the path faster than Neteyam had expected, "Tuk! Wait for me!"

~.~

You had been lounging in a tree again, this time basking in the setting sun's glow. You felt so warm, the lights rays bringing a sense of belonging to your being.

"(Y/n)!" Tuk exclaimed, running into sight as you glanced down at her, your lips showing your usual soft smile that you saved for her.

"Neteyam is following me, come on let's hurry!" Tuk tried to rush you, but you only laughed, "Why are we hiding from your brother?" Tuk felt her cheeks puff up in annoyance, "Come on (Y/n)! I don't want him to find you!" It wasn't often Tuk would throw a childish fit with you, so you knew this must be important to her.

You quickly climbed down, taking her hand and pulling her out of sight just in time for Neteyam to come around the corner. He stopped and took a quick look around, running a hand through his braids aggravated. "Come on Tuk! Mom and Dad don't want you out here by yourself,"

Neteyam continued on through, running right past where you two hid in a flower bush before emerging a minute after he disappeared.

Tuk laughed but quickly stopped when she saw your disappointed face, "I'm sorry," she mumbled, kicking the dirt with her ears pinned down.

"Let's walk and talk," you took her by the shoulder softly, "Is there a reason you keep running away from your family? I understand you want to be friends, but surely I'm not worth worrying your family over?"

You led her down a path as Eclipse began to set in, the forest coming to life with lights and sounds. "Well, I thought you might want to be kept alone, like how you were before we became friends," Tuk answered, but you knew better, "but?" You pushed, Tuk groaning before replying.

"Well, Neteyam has his hunting parties and future clan leader responsibilities, Kiri has healing and grandma, Lo'ak and Spuder go on treks through the forest, I just wanted something that was mine for a while," while a bit childish, you could see what she meant. It was nice to have something all your own, even if it wasn't necessarily yours to keep or own.

Tuk kept her eyes trained on the ground in front of her, hands rubbing together embarrassed. Tuk thought that you would be upset with her, but she was shocked when she felt your hand rub soothing circles on her back as you continued to walk together.

"Do not feel bad, sometimes we wish for things that cannot always be, but if it makes you feel better, you will always be my first and best friend," Tuk felt giddy knowing that you felt the same as she did. You truly were a big sister to her.

"I think it's time we returned for the night," you told her, Tuk nodded, feeling a little tired. "Come," you picked her up, her arms wrapped around your neck and head rested on her shoulder.

You smelled of flowers and mist, a calming scent that soon had Tuk drift off to sleep. Which means she couldn't return to her parents on her own, meaning you had to face the leaders of the clan.

Entering the village, you took notice that many had already gone to dinner, leaving a clear path straight to the leaders tent, where you could hear inside Jake Sully, the Olo'eyktan and Neytri, his mate and Tuks mother frantically asking Neteyam where Tuk was.

You held Tuk up with one arm, softly clearing your throat to make your presence known as you lift the drape, all three coming to a freeze as they saw you, a stranger, with Tuk fast asleep in your arms.

You dipped your head in greeting, eyes over looking the two males and straight to the female who quickly walked to you with fear and concern for her baby. "She is alright, just sleeping," you whispered, not wanting to wake up Tuk as Neytiri gently slipped her from you.

Neytiri nodded a head in thanks, though her eyes held confusion. Your eyes slipped over Jake Sullys form, a small gesture of hello from another head nod before you allowed your eyes to stay trained on Neteyams shocked yellow.

'She is real,' is all Neteyam could think as you both played a stare game, you breaking it off with a soft smile before disappearing. He found the sudden ability to move, dashing to the drape only to pull it back and find you gone, like a phantom.

"I think, that's (Y/n)" Jake mumbled, his mind wracking to find any sense of familiarity of you, but found none. Neytiri felt a small rumble from Tuk, glancing down at the small girl to find her awake and giggling softly, "Told you she was real,"

~.~

Neteyam couldn't get you out of his head, now actively looking for you, but you weren't anywhere to be found. Tuk had told him all about you, and this time he listened, but she wouldn't tell him where you go.

"(Y/n) doesn't like to be sought after, you can only find her when she wants you to find her," Tuk laughed like it was the most simplest thing in the world, but it just made Neteyam frustrated.

He knew so little about you but felt a strange need to be near you, hear your soft voice again and find out more. Call it a crush, infatuation or even obsession, he just wanted to see you again, even if for a last time.

It was only when he took a stroll through the brush on a warm afternoon, that he found you. Only you were laying patch off soft moss, eye shut as you looked at piece with the world.

The world itself seemed to be happening around you, each breath you took was like a breeze from Eywa herself. Insects and small animals passed you by, as if you were just one with them.

Neteyam had approached you slowly, footsteps light as he observed your face. It was beautiful in his eyes, your soft lashes caressing your cheeks, lips parted ever so slightly with each breath you took in. Your hair seemed to flow around you in the vast green foliage.

He was too lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice you open your eyes and look back at him. Your green eyes traced his features as well, taking in the rough yet handsome face he was gifted with. He truly was his mother's child.

When he saw your green eyes staring back at him, he fell back from his squat in shock. You softly hummed, a smile so small but just for him.

"What are you looking at?" He coughed, his face feeling warm from your stare.

You sat up slowly, his eyes glancing at how your body was bending, hair falling over your cheeks to frame your face.

Eywa help his sinful thoughts.

"Oh you know," you drawled, "The clouds,"

~.~

the list

neteyam sully x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: the boys find out about you and the girls making lists

warnings: fluff!! tooth rotting sweet fluff, mutual pinning, this is really dumb but it popped into my head and i had to write it

aged up!everyone (although not specific, tuk is not included)

“what are you doing?”

you cocked your eyebrow at your sister, tsireya.

she giggled, kicking her feet as kiri sat next to her with tuk on her other side. tsireya's best friend, seyozewa, sat across from them.

“making lists.”

“about..?” you questioned, trying to peek at the piece of paper.

“the boys, of course!” tuk laughed, her innocent mind oblivious to it.

you snatched the paper from the ground, making tsireya groan out.

your eyes scanned the document, seeing an arrangement of names from the tribe.

“what- what are the rankings for?”

you were very confused as you handed the paper back to your sister.

“based on cuteness,” kiri explained. she shrugged up at you.

“that is what children do, tsireya.”

“come on, y/n! join us!” seyozewa begged. the pleading only worsened as kiri, tuk, and tsireya joined in.

“alright, fine.” you grinned, sitting amongst the girls in the marui pod.

your list arranged something like: neteyam, jake, lo’ak, roxto, and a few other metkayina boys.

while tsireya’s differed: lo’ak, neteyam, roxto, and others.

kiri’s was not as long as she had only been in the village for a short time, but her’s consisted of: rotxo, ao’nung, and another boy she had met.

seyozewa's was: rotxo, neteyam, ao'nung, lo'ak, and some other boys and a couple of girls.

“wait- is that my father on your list, y/n?” kiri asked out in shock.

“what?” you shyly asked, making the girls burst out laughing.

the laughter was heard by the boys as they recollected after a swim, the marui pod filled with noise they heard from afar.

“shall we go see what they’re doing?” neteyam asked curiously.

roxto shrugged. “probably girl stuff.”

you all quickly hid your lists when you heard approaching footsteps. the boys had returned, dripping with water.

the sight of neteyam made you blush.

“what are you guys up to?” lo’ak cocked an eyebrow, eyeing the silent group suspiciously.

"nothing." you all said in unison.

"right, because that's not suspicious." your brother rolled his eyes.

"shush, ao'nung." you stood now, shoving your brother over slightly.

"tuk, what were they doing?" neteyam leaned down to his little sister, her adolescent mind happy at the sight of her big brother.

"we were making lists!" she answered.

kiri and tsireya choked on air as you ran a hand over your face. the boys all stared at the three of you in confusion.

"lists about what?" lo'ak questioned.

"based on cuteness." tuk shrugged, causing neteyam to grin at his sister's blabber mouth.

he scratched the top of her head as she groaned, getting up and leaving you three in embarrassment.

"soooo, do we get to see the lists?" lo'ak wiggled his eyebrows at tsireya.

"absolutely not," you three answered.

"come on! that isn't fair!" rotxo urged.

"i think i have some chores to attend to." you tried to dismiss yourself, leaving out the marui pod (much to tsireya's dismay).

however, neteyam followed after you with curiosity in his face.

"was i on your list?" he asked, bumping his shoulder into yours.

"hmm, i don't know." you shrugged back, trying to hide the smile that threatened to creep onto your face.

"i will find out eventually." he grinned down at you, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

"how?" you hummed, throwing a net at him as he caught it perfectly.

"forest reflexes, baby."

you stuck your tongue out at him, using your tail to splash him as he gasped out.

"water reflexes, baby." you taunted back as he smirked at you.

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but as the week went on and none of you girls would spill about the lists, it caused the boys to go insane.

you had all of them begging and pleading to at least reveal where they were on your lists, and while you all liked seeing them desperate, it was beginning to annoy you.

"we threw the lists away." you said, all the boys who sat down on little stools dropped their jaws.

neteyam watched your hips sway, a frown overcoming his features.

"but you still have a memory," rotxo piped up.

"you are all so irritating," you rolled your eyes.

"we are irritating? this whole thing would just be over if you just told us!" lo'ak spoke.

"it is called privacy." you bopped the younger sully on the nose, walking out of the marui pod. neteyam's eyes lingered on your waist and hips, loving how they swayed so smoothly.

"guys!" ao'nung gasped, finding pieces of paper hidden away in a chest tsireya had forgotten to lock.

"wait- i mean, should we really read them?" neteyam's underlying guilt was beginning to overtake his craving for knowledge.

"c'mon, bro. don't be a wuss, they won't know." lo'ak softly slapped his brother's chest as he rolled his eyes in response.

"big brother neteyam is getting soft on us," ao'nung teased.

"whatever."

neteyam went to leave, but ao'nung spoke once more.

"you are telling me you don't want to know where you are on my sister's list?"

neteyam pursed his lips together, instantly regretting when he turned around. ao'nung smirked as lo'ak passed around the lists.

"this is y/n, kiri, seyozewa, and tsireya."

rotxo's eyes scanned over seyozewa as ao'nung's searched kiri's. lo'ak couldn't contain his smile when he saw he was first on tsireya's list.

neteyam felt awful, but curiosity is a dangerous feeling, and he allowed himself to peek at your list.

his heart was stammering in his chest as he saw his name first. you, metkayina princess, thought he was the cutest out of the clan?

the boys were too interested in sharing results, they hadn't noticed your footsteps.

"hey, skxawngs (idiots)! what are you doing?" your voice scared them and they all went to hide the lists.

"don't tell me you read them." your face fell, the other girls now joining you.

"oh my eywa, that is so humiliating." seyozewa ran a finned hand down her pointed face.

mortified, you quickly left the marui pod as your face was extremely hot. neteyam was going to think you're a freak.

"y/n!" neteyam called after you, his three fingers wrapping around your wrist.

"i am sorry, i told them not to-"

"clearly not good enough, neteyam." you sighed, more embarrassed over the fact he knew you found him the most attractive.

neteyam scratched the back of his neck nervously, the beads in his braids clanging as he swayed his head.

"if it means anything, you would have been top of my list too."

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tags: @mayhemories @useryourbut

『 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄 』

· Pairing: Neteyam x Na'vi Reader

· Summary: You're up to the challenge for sky diving, until it ends wrong. Let's say, your mate is not pleased once he found out what happened.

· CW: 5.4k // Fluff. Angst. Mention of wounds (scratches, cuts, bruises). Reader and Lo'ak are reckless. Height. Protective Neteyam. Scolding by Neteyam. Suggestive at the end.

Lo'ak offered you a challenging dare near the cliff of the floating mountains. You followed him without Neteyam's knowing because you know once he knew what you were about to do, he's going to be upset.

You can't help but chuckle at the thought of him finding out. Neteyam is naturally protective over his family and those he cared about, and would not hesitate to give out a good scolding to prevent anyone from getting hurt. 

You follow Lo'ak, curious to see what he has in store for you. You start to have second thoughts as you approach the edge of the cliff, but a tinge of adrenaline courses through your veins.

“I know I said it sounds fun,” you pause, looking down the cliff from the floating mountains. “But are you sure this is a good idea? Have you tried this before?” You ask him with a mix of anxiety and excitement.

He looks back at you with a smug look on his face as he shakes his head. “I haven't tried this before, but you'll be fine! Look at all the cool air currents above us,” he says.

You can't help but smile at his enthusiasm and confidence. He's right, there is a beautiful array of swirling air currents floating above the cliffs. It's almost too tempting not to try.

“You haven't?” You look at him in surprise. But of course, Lo'ak being Lo'ak, he would try anything just for fun. Let's just hope you both are not testing the Great Mother's patience.

He grins at you again, almost as if to say ‘exactly,’ and he shrugs nonchalantly in response. “What's life if you don't try new things every now and then?” He says confidently. You can't help but chuckle at his answer, seeing a sense of truth in it.

He raises a brow and says, “Are you worried now? It's too late to back out anyway. Let's get this over with and have some fun!” Lo'ak hasn't steered you wrong before, and there is that feeling of excitement in the pit of your stomach. You nod with a reluctant agreement, and he laughs in response.

In the count of three, you both jump from the cliff. As soon as you jump off the cliff, the wind whips against your face and you feel yourself start to fall. However, your breath catches in your throat as you feel yourself floating. The air currents above you are strong enough to gently carry you along, and you let out a yell of excitement.

You look over to see that he has also caught the wind, he looks back at you with a delighted grin and gives you a thumbs up as the strong wind hits your faces. 

The wind rushes through your hair as you plummet toward the ground, your stomach lurching at the sudden movement. As you fall, your eyes scan the landscape below, enjoying the beauty of the world you're living in.

As your stomach lurches once more, Lo'ak lets out a whoop of excitement. You quickly realize that this is far more thrilling than you initially thought.

After a few seconds of falling, he called you out in the midst of falling, giving you a sign that it's time to call both of your ikrans, and you nod in response to his signal. You call out for your ikran with a yeep to come to you, and he does the same. You watch your ikran gracefully enter the air currents and dart towards you, its wings flapping furiously to catch you.

He whistles as he sees his ikran emerge from the swirling mist, calling for it to slow down. Then his ikran swoops him up from below as he mounts his ikran.

While you managed to mount your ikran, you were not prepared when your ikran sped down for the remaining height to the ground. Your hand slipped from the holder when you're about to bond with your ikran, making the ikran swerve while it dives down toward the ground. 

Your legs lose balance on the saddle as you fall off your ikran. You could hear Lo'ak screaming out your name in horror and the screech of your panicked ikran. You fall hitting the tree's big leaves left and right with a loud crash, the wind knocked out of your lungs until you eventually hit the ground. 

You lie still for a moment before groaning in pain. Your back, arms, and legs are covered in cut and scratches, and you can feel a few bruises forming on your body.

Lo'ak comes flying down and lands beside you. He immediately dismounts from his ikran and kneels beside you. His eyes are wide with concern, and his voice is rushed as he tries to help you. You can hear his frantic breathing, and his voice is panicked as he asks you, “Are you okay?!”

You lie there for a moment, trying not to move. Each movement sends a sharp pain throughout your body, and any noise you make causes more discomfort. “It hurts...” You groan again.

As he kneels down next to you, he anxiously scans around the area. He places a hand on your shoulder and sighs anxiously. “Hey, hey,” he says, trying to calm you down.

“Hold still! Let me see how bad the damage is,” he says, trying to help you move into a comfortable position.

He carefully examines your legs, arms, and back before grimacing in worry. Your wounds look painful, and he is reluctant to touch them until you give him the okay.

“It's not that bad... right?” You ask hopefully as you give him the cue to proceed. "It's definitely not good," he says, his voice still filled with concern.

Your injuries do look quite bad. You have to squint your eyes against the stinging pains in your back, and your arms are pretty bruised from falling onto the ground. Your legs are scraped up, and one of them has a bleeding cut on it.

However, it's difficult to really assess the damage while laying down. He carefully places his hands around your wounds to inspect them. He grimaces at the sight of your injuries.

You can't help but let out a pained chuckle. “We are in so much trouble.” You think of how Neteyam would react to Lo'ak for making you do this dangerous thing, and for you for following him, once you get back home and caught you in this state. 

He looks up and chuckles nervously at the thought. “I think we are,” he says. “Neteyam is going to be so pissed! Like, 'I told you so' pissed!” You let out another small chuckle in response to Lo'ak's comment, even though you feel your bruises and scratches sting. You can't deny that you did have fun in the air, despite how badly you are hurt now.

“I could worry about my wounds later when we still have to brace ourselves to explain all this to him.” You grunt, enduring the pain as you sit up. He sighs deeply and groans again. “Yeah, we're definitely in big trouble,” he says. 

“And we're definitely did not get away with this,” he adds. Your injuries are still fresh and sore, but you can't resist your curiosity. You look up towards the floating mountains, eager to see how far away the cliff from the ground is. He sees you looking at the cliff above and smiles.

“Come on, you see how far we fell? We got pretty lucky,” he says. You nod, impressed by the heights you both just jumped into. “That's just so amazing.” You look up in awe.

“But I can't lie, it is fun.” You say with a smile. You and Lo'ak share a smile and nod in agreement. You might be injured now, but it was definitely worth the thrill of being in mid-air. 

He looks towards the sky, noticing the eclipse is approaching to end the day. “We should head back home soon. Neteyam's probably starting to get worried,” he said.

He helps you up, and you struggle to stand on your ikran. You try your best not to wince at the pain in your scratches and bruises, but the thought of having to face your mate and explain your injuries does keep your mind off of it for a while.

You can see the lights of the camp in the distance. Your mind dwells on Neteyam, wondering how he would react when he sees your bruises and injuries. You can almost hear his irritated expression in your head.

You sigh in relief once you reach home and both of your ikrans landed on the side of the camp. Lo'ak dismounts from the ikran and helps you get down safely on the ground. You can hear the other clan members chattering and laughing inside.

“Wait.” You grip his arm. “How about I get myself tended first?” You suggest nervously, your will suddenly waver at the thought of having to face your mate, who most likely won't be happy at all with what you're about to tell him.

Lo'ak looks over at you with a bemused expression. He can understand that you're nervous to confront Neteyam, but he's surprised at your sudden change of mind. “Are you sure?” He's clearly still worried about your injuries and understands your hesitation to face Neteyam.

Before you could respond, you both heard footsteps approaching you from behind. Lo'ak looks back with an anxious expression, and you follow his gaze to see Neteyam walking toward you, his face filled with concern and rage.

He stops in his tracks, and you can tell from his expression that he is not entertained. Lo'ak stands by your side, his ears lowered as if expecting Neteyam's reprimand.

“I, uh, hey?” You greet him awkwardly like you've been caught doing something you're not supposed to do, which you did. The scratches and bruises on your body can't hide that.

“Where have you been?!” Neteyam growls, and you notice the deep lines of concern on his face. He crosses his arms over his chest and takes a step closer to you. His tone is rough and firm, like a disappointed father lecturing his children.

Neteyam stares at you with a serious look on his face, his eyes taking in every single scratch, cut, and bruise on your body. His expression fills you with dread. You knew Neteyam would be upset, but you didn't expect him to look at you this way. You can only imagine what he is thinking in his head at that moment.

His gaze trails from Lo'ak to you, and he narrows his eyes at the sight of your injuries. He looks upset and worried at the same time, and you and Lo'ak exchange a nervous glance.

“Lo'ak, explain," Neteyam orders, his voice stern. Lo'ak gulps before replying, "Um... well... we thought that climbing the cliff and then jumping off them with our ikrans would be fun." You facepalm internally at his answer.

You can tell by the way he glances at Lo’ak, looking even more irritated. Lo’ak shifts nervously, and you can tell from his expression that he regrets everything. He’s not too surprised by Neteyam's scolding.

“We went sky diving,” you admit, avoiding his gaze. The pain that you feel from all over your body feels like nothing when you stand face to face in front of him in this situation. Lo'ak stands beside you, clearly apologetic and nervous about the situation.

Neteyam shakes his head in disappointment and annoyance. “Sky... diving? Are you out of your mind?!” He exclaims, his volume rising with every word.

Lo'ak looks away in guilt, and you hang your head low in shame. As much as you enjoyed jumping off the cliff together with Lo'ak, you can't fault Neteyam for being upset. You did put yourself in danger for the sake of thrill and pleasure.

Then, Lo'ak steps in to defend you quickly, “Bro, it was my idea!” Neteyam stares down Lo'ak for a moment before turning to you. “Well, she went along with it,” he says. Your heart skips a beat when Neteyam locks his gaze on you.

“Yes.” You say quietly as you nod in shame, avoiding his gaze. “But this was an accident.” You try to explain the cause of your wounds.

“An accident, yeah? You're both lucky to be alive!” Neteyam snaps back at Lo'ak. He paces between you and Lo'ak slowly, fuming with anger and worry.

Neteyam looks down at you and then at Lo'ak with a mixture of annoyance, worry, and frustration on his face. “Why were you and Lo'ak even climbing the cliff to begin with?” He asks, sounding more concerned than angry now.

“I swear, you two come up with the most dangerous activities to entertain yourselves.“ He looks away briefly, shaking his head in disappointment.

In Neteyam's eyes, you can see two conflicting emotions warring against each other. He is clearly agitated at his mate's reckless behavior, but the sight of your scratched-up wounds does concern him. Lo'ak stands on the side, not sure what to say to calm his irate brother while he stood there, feeling guilty.

You can barely hear his voice as he speaks to you, “How did this even happen?” You avoid his gaze once more before speaking, “I fell from my ikran during the fall. I hit a few trees, and land up like this.” You close your eyes slightly at your explanation, it does sound bad.

“You hit a few trees?” Neteyam's tone is harsh and accusatory as he glares at you. His face darkens significantly, and his anger and worry are palpable.

“And you fell from your ikran?” He asks. You nod in response, and his eyes narrow in confusion. In his mind, he still can’t fathom how you could’ve possibly fallen off your ikran, especially when you are so proficient in riding it.

“What were you thinking? I could've lost my mate today! Is falling from a cliff and hitting a few trees worth your life?” He crosses his arms and shifts angrily near Lo'ak, seemingly not wanting you to see how hurt he is by the sight of your injuries.

“Do you know how dangerous that stunt was?" He raises his voice slightly when he turns to you. “What if you fell on your neck?" He points to your neck, which has a cut on it. “You could have died today! And for what? A stupid game?” He says, sounding both frustrated and confused at the same time.

Lo'ak can see a flash of concern on Neteyam's face while you still look away in shame. His expression softens when he sees your response, and quickly turn towards you and takes your hand to examine your wounds.

As he gently wipes away the blood, you feel the warm touch of his finger pads on your skin. You notice how worried he looks now. His eyes dart over to the scratches on your arms, your knees, your legs. He doesn't say anything, but you can see that he is deeply upset in you and Lo'ak.

“Why don't we take her to grandmother?” Lo'ak suggests, trying to appease the tension. Neteyam sighs before answering, “Yes, let's go see grandmother. I'll make sure you're properly looked after,” he says.

He quickly picks you up in his arms, and you can see Lo'ak's eyes sparkling with relief. You smile at the gesture and rest your face on his chest, feeling warm and safe in Neteyam's arms. 

Once you reached the Tsahìk's tent, Neteyam sat your down on the matted floor and let the elderly woman tend your wounds. 

Neteyam stays close to you as Mo'at prepares the herbs and medicines needed for the healing process. You can see his concern as he watches you flinch with each treatment of the injuries. Lo'ak is just as concerned, as he stays in the corner of the tent. 

Mo'at takes her time cleaning each one of your wounds. It's definitely not a quick process, but her hands are gentle and calming. As the cooling herb paste soothes your injured skin, you slowly relax on the mat.

Neteyam sits patiently by your side, silently watching the Tsahìk's work. He looks at his hands from time to time, avoiding your eyes. Even though he still feels anger and disappointment from you and Lo'ak, his concern for your well-being is clearly overriding his feelings right now.

Once done, Mo'at leans back, and her expression is filled with satisfaction. “Your wounds will heal well. Make sure to be careful next time,” she says, using the same tone that a caring mother would have. She gently touches the paste on your scratches, as if making sure that they have set properly.

“Thank you, grandmother. I will.” She inspects your body once more and confirms that all the wounds are clean and covered. Then, she gets up and walks out of the tent, sensing that you and Neteyam have something to discuss.

You could see Neteyam giving Lo'ak a knowing look. Lo'ak nods understandingly as he walks out of the tent behind his grandmother and closes the tent's flaps.

You look down at your palms on your lap, knowing he probably still has more things to say before he talks to Lo'ak later on. He will give Lo'ak his scolding later after he's done with you.

Without Lo'ak present, the tension between you and Neteyam is palpable in the air. You can sense a wave of disappointment and frustration wash over him as he sits across the mat from you. He stares at your herb paste-covered body with a frown.

“You know how dangerous what you and Lo'ak did was, right?” He asks, his voice low and harsh. “Do you know how worried we were? I could lose you, and then what? What would have happened if you got seriously hurt?”

You didn't answer him, rather, you don't know how to answer him, because he's right. You just put yourself in danger today, and an accident did happen. You're lucky that you didn't end up with broken bones, or worse, dead.

“Do you even realize how dangerous those floating mountains are? How difficult it had to be for you to control your ikran in mid-air? These are things not meant for anyone to do, and yet you and him did just that!”

You're silent for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady your heartbeat as you look at Neteyam. You can feel a wave of guilt wash over you as you take in his words. You look down at your bandaged body, your face filled with humiliation and regret for your actions.

“I know, I understand.” You finally say to him. “I was reckless today, and I should have known better,” you say, promising him that you'll be more careful.

Neteyam looks at you, and his expression softens slightly. He can tell that you understand the seriousness of your recklessness and that you have learned from your mistake. He moves closer to you and puts a hand on your knee.

“Please don't make me worry again,” he says, looking into your eyes. “You mean so much to me. I don't want to imagine a world without you in it.” You can feel the raw emotion in his words, and he seems genuinely thankful that you're alive.

“But I still can't believe you decided to... you know,” he says, sighing. “...jump off the cliff to sky dive. How could you possibly think that was a safe idea?” He continues to look down at his hands, although you can tell he is starting to feel agitated again.

“I could have lost you today," he continues, his voice cracking a little now. “What's gotten into you?”

You keep quiet for a moment, thinking of the best way to respond to Neteyam's comment. You know that he's right about your recklessness, but you also want to defend yourself. You were just having some fun with Lo'ak. “I know that," you say eventually. "But I didn't do it with any bad intentions. We just wanted to have a little fun, that's all.”

“Fun?” Neteyam finally looks at you now, and the tension in his voice makes it obvious how exasperated he's feeling right now. “Jumping off the cliff is not my definition of 'a little fun',” he deadpanned. “Besides, if you just wanted to have fun, why is your body covered in cuts and bruises?”

He sigh deeply. “I know you did it for fun,” he says slowly, with more calm than you expected him to show, “and I know you didn't intend it to be dangerous, but you still need to think about the consequences before you do anything.”

Neteyam runs his hand through his hair, as if trying to ground himself and hold back his anger. What could have been a scolding from his part, ends up being a slightly stern talk.

“I know.” You mumble, can't help but letting out a hint of annoyance in your tone. You feel like a child again, scolded by your mother. His scolding reminds you how your mother keeps going on and on despite you answers, but you know deep down they're speaking out of love and care.

Neteyam is almost stunned by your tone of annoyance, and just stare at you. “Why do you seem annoyed at me? Who is supposed to be annoyed here?” He asks, his voice still with hint of impatience.

“You could have gotten seriously hurt, and now you're mad at me for scolding you like a child?” He sighs and continues, “We are mates! I have every right to get mad at you for what you did today.”

“Okay. I hear you. I get it.” You say again, not trying to hide your annoyance this time. You know he means well, but the continuous nagging irritates you.

“Look, I understand you and Lo'ak wanted to have some fun,” he says, trying to calm his own anger. “But next time, please be more careful. You two almost gave me a heart attack.”

Neteyam takes a deep breath and looks away from you, his face still full of frustration. He knows he shouldn't be taking out his anger on you, especially since you're injured, but he can't help but feel disappointed at your reckless behavior despite his warnings to always be careful.

“I could have lost you today, and I don't ever want that to happen again.” His tone changes, becoming gentler now as his expression softens. “Please don't be annoyed by my concern for you.”

You still look down at you lap, sulky from the accident and now your mate scolding you, which you deserve, while you sit there in silence.

“Please, don't be mad at me,” he says, sounding sincere. “I'm just scared for you, that's all. I can't bear the thought of ever losing you.” You can feel the warmth of his fingers on your face as he tries to reassure you. He wants you to understand why he gets upset at your reckless actions.

“I'm not mad... at you.” You mumble, avoiding his gaze. “I'm upset that I know I deserve it.” You fidget your fingers nervously. Neteyam lets go of your chin and leans back, feeling bad for putting so much pressure on you.

“You do realize I'm not trying to reprimand you or scold you, right?” He shakes his head. “I'm saying this because I care about you. I don't want to see you ever get injured again.”

He places a hand on your cheek, and you can feel the heat from his skin on your skin. You feel his soft breath on your face as he continues, slowly calming down, “I know it was an accident, but I'm still worried about how careful you're going to be from now on.”

“You're mad at me.” You mumble again, stating another reason why you're sulking when you remember the way he looks at you and Lo'ak before. You may have seen him mad at rare moments but not with you, and this is the only few times he's mad at you.

Neteyam shakes his head again and sighs. “I was mad, yes... I wasn't very happy with what you and Lo'ak did today. It's not a safe thing to jump off a cliff just for fun,” he says. “But right now, I'm worried.”

He leans closer to you slightly, wanting to make you understand how concerned he is. He places a hand on your arm and gently caresses you again, his eyes never leaving yours, “My love, I just... don't want to lose you. Do you understand?”

The sulkiness slowly disappear when you hear his soft tone and gentle words. “Yes,” you nod. “I understand.”

Neteyam smiles slightly as you finally understand why he gets upset so often about these kinds of things. He moves his hand from your arm to your waist, his fingertips trailing along your skin.

“How do they feel?” He asks, sounding much more attentive to your wellbeing now. “Does the cut sting? Is grandmother's herbs working? How is the bruise? Does it hurt when you touch it?” He bombarded you with the questions as he analyze your condition once more. You could only chuckle at his worries and nod, “I'm feeling better, still hurt, but better.”

He lets out a small sigh of relief as he looks deeply into your eyes. “Don't do these kinds of reckless things again,” he warns you again, but his tone calming down even more. “Please, promise me.”

He moves his gaze from your eyes to your lips, and your heart beats faster as he leans in closer. You hear his soft breathing and smell his scent of his body. His lips are only a few inches away from yours now.

You want to do it again for the thrill and the fun, and you want to do it better this time so your mate doesn't get mad at you. You nod silently, not wanting to make any promises either.

He moves his hand to your chin and lightly turns your face up. Neteyam continues to look into your eyes as he slowly moves his face closer and closer to yours. You can feel his breath on your face, your heart beats faster and faster as he nears your lips.

Just as your lips are about to touch, he stops, leaning back a little so that your faces are only centimeters apart from each other. He looks at you in the eyes again, wanting you to understand something important.

“You know I say this for your own good, right?” He asks, his voice calm while he brushes the strands of your hair away from your face.

"Promise me, my love," he says, his heart pounding in his chest as he stares into your eyes. His eyes sparkle, his breaths coming in quick and shallow.

You feel him pressing his body closer to yours, and you can barely think of anything other than his lips. His hands travel to your back, and you can feel his fingers brush the hem of your top. He tilts his head in invitation, and the space between your faces is so close now.

“I don't think I can.” You shake your head a bit as you remember the fun and thrill of sky diving. “But I promise to be more careful next time.” You offer him another promise.

Neteyam sighs and presses his lips against yours in an attempt to shush you. His lips are soft and firm at the same time, and his kiss fills up your whole head and makes you feel like nothing else matters. You wrap your arms around his back, wanting to pull him closer as your heart beats faster and faster. You feel your blood rushing all over your body as passion and desire start to cloud your mind. He keeps kissing you over and over, showing no signs of stopping.

His kiss is delicate and gentle, but there is a hint of passion behind his touch. His breath tickles your face as his lips move slowly over yours. You close your eyes and let yourself be kissed, feeling your heart race as he pulls you closer.

As the kiss deepens, you can hear your breathing become more steady and deep. You move your hands around his waist and pull him closer, enjoying the moment as much as him. 

You hear a low growl escape Neteyam's throat as you passionately respond to his kisses. His tongue slides into your mouth and gently explores inside as the heat between you both builds up.

His hands roam over your body, caressing your skin softly. He did so carefully because he's still aware of your still fresh wounds. You press your lips closer to his, feeling his breath on your tongue as you exchange saliva with him.

His fingers trail down your body, moving towards your hips as he pulls you closer against him. You can feel heat gathering up, and your mind becomes more foggy by the second. Nothing matters but the sweet taste of his lips and the touch of his hand on your skin.

You pull away to regain your breath. Neteyam's heart is beating out of his chest as he stares at you, his breath still heavy. His eyes flicker to look you up and down, taking in every part of you. He lift you up carefully onto his lap, making sure you're comfortable.

You try to take a deep breath, but he immediately pulls you closer and claims your lips again. The kiss is full of fire, his tongue deep inside your mouth as his hand travels down your neck and down your spine. His hand ends just below your waist, sliding into your hips. Your body presses against his, and you feel like the only two people in the world.

“My beloved.” You whisper between pants and kisses. “You do realize I'm still wounded, right?” You whisper onto his lips while your mind is already hazy. You can hear him breathing heavily as he gazes at you, his tongue caressing yours once more.

“I know. I'm just a little excited, I guess.” He chuckles and presses his lips against yours again, his hand sliding over your body. “Do you mind it?” He whispers, his voice still raspy from the long kiss. He smiles against your lips as he continues, “I don't want to hurt you or anything but I just... I can't help it when I'm with you.”

“Just kisses.” You whisper onto his lips, giving him a short peck. “For now, at least,” you add. “Just kisses.” Neteyam repeats softly. His forehead rests against yours as he stares at you, his eyes gleaming with passion. “I think I can do that,” he says before pulling you into another passionate kiss.

“You skxawng!” Another scold enters Lo'ak's ears which he could only roll his eyes at. “What were you thinking? Both of you?” An exasperated sigh could be heard afterward.

He heard the same words repeated to him, before it was from his older brother, and now it's from his older sister. “I know, I know.” He answered with annoyance in his tone, from the scolding and from the guilt.

Kiri huffs as she walks beside Lo'ak, heading towards the Tsahìk's tent where you were, wanting to check on you. She considers you her close friend, it makes her worried that you and Lo'ak are constantly in trouble, but she's not surprised.

Once they have reached the Tsahìk's tent and Lo'ak is midway opening it, he stops as he sees the sight in front of him.

“What is it?” Kiri looks at him questioningly before pushing him out of the way to see what he is looking at.

Not even a second her eyes landed at the sight, she rolled her eyes once more and let out a loud sigh which could be heard. 

“Really?” Kiri looks at you and Neteyam, lost in your own world, that is until you both pull away from the deep kissing after you heard her arrival. “In the Tsahìk's tent?” 

“I just left them and they're already on each other's faces.” Lo'ak enters the tent with an amused grin, like he's seen this so many times before that he's not surprised anymore.

“We're just kissing.” Neteyam sighs, but you could see the faint smile appear on his face as he adjusts your body on his lap. “That's right.” You nod in agreement, earning you a slight peck on your neck.

“Yeah. We all know how just kissing between the two of you would always end up to.”

“Well, we're going to wait until I'm recovered.” You reply to Lo'ak's comment with a playful grin. Neteyam hums in agreement before giving you another kiss on the lips, not caring about the other's presence.

“Gross.”

Pheeew, this was a long babie. I like how this turns out.

“why are you crying?”

“i’m just happy to see you.”

“i’m happy to see you too.”