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- ,, neteyam x fem reader

- ,, you and neteyam get caught making out?

- ,, warnings - SUGGESTIVE! adults watch out this is a teenager ur reading abt. minors be careful yo, making out, neteyam is like deadass whipped for u.., can u guys tell i love when character is whiny and so inlove atp??

-‘๑’- les - childish gambino

Your friendship with Neteyam is not exactly.. per say, a friendship. Its what you would technically call it, since you both gave it no other said title. But we all know you guys aren’t just friends, lo’ak knows, kiri knows, spider knows, jake and neytiri know, hell, even tuk knows. Everyone acts oblivious as it is.

There are times where you wonder what your relationship really is, anything but “just friends” comes to mind, some specific memories take you back and give you scary realizations.

For instance, that one time when the whole crew was hanging out together in the forest, our designated hangout spot, you showed up a little after everyone else because you had errands to run, and Neteyam had saved a spot just for you.

“hey guys”

“y/nnnnnnnn” tuk smiles at you and runs towards you with her arms outstretched, signifying her desire to be picked up and spun by you, you do just that and laugh with her. “What’s little girl doing here with the big kids” you question teasingly, knowing Tuk dislikes being called a little girl.

“y/n, finally bro , i almost thought you ditched us” lo’ak says dramatically and spider and kiri laugh, you walk to the group with Tuk in your arms as you slap the back of lo’ak’s head, Tuk jumping out of your arms to go lay in Kiri’s lap.

You look at neteyam, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you since the moment you came into their vision, he’s leaning against a tree, sitting with his legs spread quite a bit, manspreading was a trait neteyam got from his father, and it was so hot.

He pats the space between his legs, and you happily oblige. “hi” you whisper when you look up at neteyam, his chin resting on your head, his arms encircling your figure, thumb rubbing sweet circles on your thigh. “hi sweetheart” he flashes you his infamous smile.

Or that one time when you went hunting for rabbits with him in the forest, you just couldn’t set your aim right, it was getting so frustrating you almost cried. But hey, you have neteyam with you, don’t worry!

He helps you fix your posture, his chest pressing up against your back, he’s so close you can feel his breath on your cheek, his deep voice rumbling in your ear that tells you to focus makes you do quite the opposite. How could you possibly focus when he’s this close to you? Your insides are exploding with butterflies, your lower belly warm and your lip almost draws blood from how hard you’ve bitten it.

Somehow you end up hitting a rabbit with your arrow without even realizing and only realize the situation when you hear neteyam’s laugh and him congratulating you. “you got it y/n!!” (mf that was all you)

This man really has no idea of the effects he has on you does he?

You don’t have to think hard of moments like these with neteyam, they rush through your mind like a film reel. Countless.

No one really thought much of it when they saw you and neteyam having moments like these. No one questioned when he called you sweetheart, or his love, or beautiful, or some sort of nickname on a daily basis, not even you. All waiting for that one particular moment where you both realize its love and make it official.

Which seems so likely to happen today, the tension is thick through the roof with everything that just happened.

You’re patching him up because of course he just got into a fight with some dingus because lo’ak can’t handle a fight alone for shit.

“y/n, gentle please” neteyam lets out a low hiss as you dab a piece of cloth on the cut that bleeds on his jaw.

You’re angry with him, he knows that. And god, he’s angry with himself too, but what’s he gonna do if his baby won’t talk to him?

He doesn’t know what to say, anything to ease the tension, so he decides to go with

“are you upset?” he looks at you with soft eyes

you move his face around to find any other cuts to deal with, his chin between your fingers “so upset, you don’t even know” you hold back a grin at his quiet voice.

“im sorry y/n, lo’ak would get his ass handed to him if i wasn’t there” he sounds so desperate, which he is, for you.

your heart swells, you wanna play.

you put on an act and look away from him, huffing in faux anger.

“y/n please” he whispers, looking at you with pure distress in his eyes, you think you can even see tears. He’s so hard to resist right now, how is he not catching onto your game?? Or maybe he is playing along?

You decide you’re done. With two things.

Torturing him, and torturing yourself.

You stroke the apple of his cheek with your thumb, swiping at the tear that dare fall from his eye “take it easy neteyam” he nods eagerly, he’ll listen to you until he dies.

You sigh, and clean up the cloth and medicine and get ready to leave, standing up but neteyam grabs your wrist and pulls you down, onto his lap, his arms circling your waist as he holds you close to him.

His forehead rests on your collarbone and you stroke his hair.

“okay, nete look at me..” he obeys.

you cup his face in your soft hands, he nuzzles against them and you lean forward, you look at his eyes and he’s already closed them. God!!! He’s so cute you could squeal!!!

You smash your lips against his and his hands automatically bring you closer, your legs straddling his lap as you run your hands through his hair, grazing at his nape.

Neteyam pulls away to look at you for a split second, and you look so so pretty he just can’t hold his tongue, “i love you” he whispers against your lips, three words meant for you and you only. He goes back to kiss you before you could reply, he gives you a few open-mouthed kisses before you mewl into his mouth and he crumbles.

Neteyam groans and he attaches his lips to your jaw, giving you gentle kisses that trail down to your neck, “i love you so much y/n” you wonder where he learnt this from.

“i love you neteyam” you whisper as you feel yourself grow more impatient as time goes.

he kisses you again and you feel him smile into the kiss, your chest is warm, neteyam intertwines his hand with yours and it becomes sloppy quiet fast.

you’re both a mess, whining into each others mouths , you’re so deep into it you don’t even realize footsteps getting louder and louder, eventually you are pulled out of your fantasies when you hear neytiri address her son right before she catches sight of you both in this sinful activity, you pull apart suddenly and scramble to get off his lap, failing miserably as neteyam seems opposed to the idea of letting go of you.

“neteyam! fuck!” you whisper-yell and shove your face into his shoulder, his hands still on your hips as he sputters to explain to his mother what she just witnessed

Neytiri coughs.

“mother i was just- we were- “

“making out?” Neytiri chuckles and shakes her head, making her way out after grabbing the plate you used to fix neteyam’s wounds.

“neteyammmmmm i can’t do this right noww” you cry embarrassed into his shoulder and he shudders at the thought of his mom knowing what you guys were doing. He laughs soon after, snaking his hands around your waist as he holds you in his lap

“i don’t know this isn’t all that funny nete” you grumble and shake your head, “poor neytiri”

“no.. poor neteyam, i didn’t get to finish “making out” with you” he says, putting up fingers meant to imitate quotation marks to mock his moms words.

you slap his arm gently “as much as i was enjoying, i don’t wanna risk getting caught again.. ewya forbids its tuk next time.. i would never even kiss you again”

he gasps, putting a hand over his chest to fake his hurt and you giggle at his expression

he kisses you again, and again, and again until you have to put your hand over his lips and tell him to stop in between a fit of giggles, he laughs with you “just kissing you enough so i don’t die when you refuse me later” you grin so hard your cheeks hurt, but its so worth it.

You hear lo’ak , spider , kiri, jake , and tuk cheering from outside, “GO BIG BRO” “is y/n my actual sister now?” “ugh finally they stopped beating around the bush” “thats my son, on his lap?? thats literally us neytiri!”

Oh.. Neytiri told them. Great!

NETEYAM | ONESHOT — “and then i met you”

genre; — fluff, fluff, and more fluff

pairings; — neteyam x female metkayina!reader

content warning; — none

synopsis; — you were the youngest teacher for adolescent na’vis in the metkayina clan, and when the sullys had come seeking refuge, you found yourself with a new addition to the class. one day, as you waited alongside tuk for her parents to pick her up after class ended as per usual, it seemed as though they were running awfully late. how will you react to seeing her eldest brother come in their stead? little did you know, his visit would only be the first of many.

author’s note; —

i heard that in the atwow illustrated dictionary, it’s mentioned that lo’ak and neteyam actually hand-picked tuk’s materials for her skirt, so i thought it’d be really cute for reader to be the one helping neteyam select tuk’s new clothing, since reader is metkayinan and would have the best knowledge !!

despite being born within a clan whose home was surrounded by the ocean, eywa had chosen to curse you with being born allergic to corals.

due to your illness, the elders insisted that it would be too hazardous for you to embark on the role of a hunter or warrior — in fear that you may have a reaction anytime you step into the reefs.

instead, you were advised to become an instructor for younger na’vi, in which you would guide them in the ways of the metkayina culture, history, and language.

having a younger brother, you found yourself more obliged to the prospect than you thought. you adored kids, and being able to fulfill a duty within the clan without being at risk felt more like a blessing than anything.

as ronal was now pregnant, she spent most of her days training you as a teacher’s apprentice. under her supervision, you became the youngest instructor of the clan.

and when the sully family had come to seek refuge, you were introduced to a new face.

regardless of not being present on the day of their arrival, you were aware that their kids would be forced to learn the ways of the metkayina clan.

hence where your role comes in.

“y/n, i have an important task for you.” ronal called.

as you made your way to her voice, you seated yourself across from her as she formulated the herbs and curative serums in the tsahìk’s pod.

“as you know, the sullys have recently moved in.”

listening attentively, you nodded at her words.

“they have a daughter — your brother’s age. she will be put into your class. i trust that you will be able to teach her our ways?”

“of course, ma’am.” you bowed, trying your best attempts to conceal your excitement.

“i have faith she will learn well under your guidance. lessons are about to commence, you are dismissed.” she hummed.

bowing your head once more, you slipped away back to the teaching grounds, preparing yourself for today’s lessons.

—

as the young na’vi’s made their way to you, you searched within the crowd for the child ronal spoke of. finding her dark blue figure amidst the teal green bodies, you realized she stuck out like a sore thumb.

“well, you’re a new face! what is your name, little one?” you smiled.

“tuk!” she gleed.

she was definitely a bright kid, you saw qualities of your own brother in her eyes.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you, tuk! i’m y/n, your new instructor. why don’t you join our lessons for today? all the other kids would love to meet you.”

eagerly nodding in response to your question, you took her hand as you introduced her to the class.

and although everyone was quite fascinated by her distinct differences, it didn’t take long for her to be welcomed in like family.

“alright children, i understand that our dear tuk is very interesting, however it is time to learn.” you voiced, clapping your hands together as you begun teaching.

the next few hours were spent learning new vocabulary in sign language, as the children in your class helped tuk catch up.

“when in the ocean, it’s important to use our sign language. we cannot swim while talking, can we?” you joked, resulting in a collective echo of no’s.

“when you move on to actually go training in the water, you will by then have perfected your signing. if you haven’t — then it means that i am a bad teacher.” you mocked as the whole class laughed.

as the lessons finally concluded, you alongside your brother had waited for everyone's parents to pick them up. and as tuk’s mother and father finally arrived, you greeted them graciously as tuk jumped into her father’s arms.

“you two must be tuk’s parents! it is a pleasure to finally meet the sullys.” you smiled.

“and you must be y/n. ronal mentioned you would be looking after our youngest, although i didn’t expect you to be so young — you look the same age as my eldest son!” jake noted.

“it definitely surprises people that i took such a wise role despite my years. however, rest assured! i am quite capable in my field. as for your daughter, she has adjusted quite well for her first day — the rest of the kids love her already.”

neytiri expressed her gratitude as she smiled.

“thank you for taking care of our daughter, i feel at ease knowing she’s in such good hands.”

nodding cheerfully, you waved a final goodbye to tuk and her parents.

as the sullys finally made their way home, tuk was quick to recall every single event that happened during her lessons at the dinner table.

“y/n is the best! she’s already taught us so many new things, too!” she squealed.

“my my, it seems like our tuk has made a new friend.” neytiri smiled.

“she’s my big sister. i can’t wait to see her and the others again!” she awed.

neteyam was quick to smile and ruffle her hair as she rambled.

“she’s your teacher, tuk. don’t forget to address her with respect.” he hummed.

“plus, you already have a big sister. if you keep saying that, someone might get jealous.” he teased, to which kiri only groaned and rolled her eyes at.

“i’m serious neteyam! i bet you’d love her too!” she whined, watching as her brother didn’t take her words seriously.

“she must be very wise and kind, and i’d love to meet her — but i’m afraid i’ll have to pass on that.” he mocked, obviously uninterested.

“actually son, it seems as though ewya’s in your favor.” jake stepped in happily, which left neteyam puzzled at his cryptic words.

“me and your father’s date night is next week. which means someone else is going to have to pick tuk up from her lessons.” she hummed.

“wait — so i have to pick her up? why not lo’ak?” he frowned.

“her lessons end right after your training, i should expect this wouldn’t be a problem for my eldest son.” jake huffed sternly.

frowning as lo’ak snickered, all he could do was comply.

“yes, father.”

“great! now who wants dessert?” jake hummed.

—

the following days were spent the same — you would teach your lessons, note your student’s progress, go home, and repeat.

however, within a week into your lessons, a day had come when tuk’s parents were running awfully later than usual.

as the sun was going down, you waited patiently as you kept tuk company at the beach.

“tuk-tuk, do you know where your parents are?” you questioned worriedly.

“on a date!” tuk laughed, “my brother is supposed to pick me up!” she squealed, running away from a crab.

with tuk’s words, your mind wandered.

it’ll definitely be interesting to finally meet another member of the sully family.

another thirty minutes had gone by, and as the sky darkened to a warm purple, a figure finally made it’s way over. hastily running up towards your direction, a tall boy around your age came huffing as he called out to tuk.

“neteyam!” tuk cried as she jumped into him.

as neteyam held her in his embrace, he slowly made his way to you.

“ah, i’m really sorry for making you wait for so long, ma’am.” he huffed, catching his breath as he spoke.

“my training went longer than expected.” he muttered, looking down as he bowed — continuing to ramble apologies.

smiling as you watched tuk nuzzle herself into his neck, you shook your head.

“it’s alright! there’s no need to be so formal. i assume you’re her brother, neteyam? i’m y/n, her teacher.”

finally looking up from the ground, your appearance had undoubtedly shocked him.

“teacher?” he stared in awe.

“but, you look so young. i mean — i’m impressed, is all.” he stuttered, taken aback. this was not what he expected at all.

no wonder tuk referred to you as her big sister.

“i know, i know, surprising right?” you snorted.

“anyways, thank you for finally coming to pick her up, i thought i’d have to wait moons for someone to arrive.” you teased.

despite looking down embarrassed at your remarks, his unexpected interaction with you had him curious.

just how skilled were you to take such a wise role despite being his age?

and before you could part ways, he was quick to speak up once more.

“ah — y/n, right? i don’t think i saw you around when i first arrived here.” he mumbled, to which you only smiled at.

“oh, i don’t really bother near the waters. i truly apologize for not greeting you sooner.” you bowed.

“oh no, no — just curious, is all. i’m sorry for making such a lousy first impression.” he muttered, holding tuk as she hummed in his neck.

“well i’d be lying if i said your impression won’t make a mark, that’s for sure.” your response only made him chuckle.

“well, i’ll see you around?” he questioned.

“you know where to find me.” you hummed, waving as you parted ways.

walking home in the other direction, neteyam had carried tuk back to their marui pod.

“so that's your teacher, hm?” the unexpected image of you wouldn’t leave his mind.

“yeah, i told you — she’s the best!” tuk laughed as she pulled at his braids.

your encounter had him curious. why didn’t he see you at his swimming lessons with tsireya and the others if you were an instructor?

his distracted thoughts were soon brushed away as his father spoke up, clearing his throat.

“so, how was picking up your sister?” jake questioned as everyone once again sat together for dinner.

“he was late!” tuk laughed, ratting her brother out. neytiri only glared as she watched her eldest son look down in embarrassment.

“surely you didn’t keep y/n waiting for too long, ‘didya boy?” he frowned.

“i came just in time.” he mumbled, swatting lo’ak away as he laughed at his tardiness.

“and how was meeting her? did you guys get along?” neytiri questioned.

“she’s definitely something.” he awed, the image of you finding it’s way back into his mind.

although this was his first time meeting you, he certainly did not want it to be the last.

—

despite neteyam’s previous visit, you hadn’t gotten the chance to see him in weeks. his parents continued to pick tuk up, leaving you beating around the bush.

you were quite disappointed, however it wasn’t enough to break down your mood.

as every kid ran around in the sand during free time, you watched as your little brother chased tuk with a crab, smiling at their growing friendship.

“stop!” she shrieked, laughing as your brother followed her around.

“that’s enough you two! free time is ending, hurry up and get yourselves clean.” you called out.

“no fair, we didn’t even get to play at all!” tuk whined.

“hey, you should come over and visit me! then we’ll have all the time in the world to play — we can even go swimming!” your brother suggested.

the thought of swimming and playing all day made tuk eager to accept the invitation, nagging her parents as she finally made her way back home.

“can i pleaseeeeeeeeee go tomorrow?! the beach is just around the corner!” tuk whined.

“if you want to go on your playdate, you’ll need to ask one of your siblings to take you.” neytiri hummed.

as tuk begged each of her siblings to bring her, neteyam was once again — the only one available.

he didn’t complain as much, however — with no training on the weekends, he actually had time to watch over tuk.

“you’ll have to bring me to their pod tomorrow, tuk. i trust you know the way, hm?” neteyam hummed.

“don’t worry! i know exactly where to go.” she squealed, already giddy for the following day.

the hours had quickly passed and the weekend had finally come. the sun had just risen and you found yourself being woken up by your nagging brother.

“y/n! wake up! my friend is coming over soon!” he jumped as you grumbled out of your nap.

as you got yourself ready for the day, you didn’t bother to question who would be visiting. your brother was friends with the entire class, so seeing any of their faces wasn’t unexpected.

as you ruffled your hair one last time, your brother called you over.

“they’re here!” he laughed.

the moment you stepped out of your bedroom, you were met with tuk cheerfully waving — next to her brother.

neteyam.

the unexpected face would’ve made you drop everything you were holding, despite your hands currently being empty. of all the people, it was him?

you could tell he was just as shocked as you.

“ah — i’m sorry! i didn’t expect to see you here!” you hurriedly made your way to the entrance of your pod to greet them.

“y/n!” tuk gleed as she ran into your embrace.

“i didn’t know you had a brother.” he stared, surprised at the whole ordeal.

“and i didn’t think i’d see you again!” you teased as he looked at you apologetically.

as the two of you were about to speak once more, both your siblings grabbed your hands and dragged you away.

arriving at the beach, you watched as the two of them jumped into the water, with neteyam quick to follow suite — until he noticed you stayed still in place.

“you aren’t swimming?” he frowned.

you hesitated.

this was only your second time meeting him. would it be okay to tell him about your illness? what if he thinks you're weird? would he see you in the same light?

“ah, you go ahead.” you smiled weakly.

“i don’t really enjoy swimming.” you hummed, situating yourself onto the warm sand.

despite your attempts to shrug him off, he instead made his way back to you.

“if you’re uneasy, i won’t make you go.” he shrugged.

“but it’d be a shame if there was no one to keep you company, yeah?” he smiled.

his kind words made your heart flutter, silently watching over the two siblings as you basked in the sun. and as time passed, the two of you began talking — getting to know eachother.

“how come i don’t see you around the other folks our age?” he questioned innocently.

despite his questions being so direct, you couldn’t help but chuckle at his curiosity towards you.

“i guess i’m not too familiar with them. their duties are always out in the ocean while my tasks are back here.” you hummed, watching the clouds fly by.

“i don’t see a problem.” he shrugged.

he tried his best to not sound condescending, locking eyes as he asked genuinely.

“is the ocean that much of a barrier for you?”

“you’ll have to get to know me a little longer to find that out. we’ve only met twice, after all.” you smiled.

your words stuck into his head. embarrassed at how personal he was getting despite just meeting you made him look away, flustered.

“sorry.” he murmured.

“don’t take it to heart!” you laughed.

“however, if you do wish to know more about me — come find me more often. you are quite interesting yourself, you know.” you hummed.

before he was able to respond, your brother and tuk made their way back to the two of you — exhausted. the two of you didn’t realize how much time had passed.

getting up from your spots, both you and neteyam made your way to them.

“looks like it’s our cue to head back.” you joked.

chuckling, neteyam hoisted tuk into his arms as she slowly dozed off.

“ill see you soon?” you questioned, grinning.

“yeah, soon.” he smiled.

before you turned around, neteyam was quick to call you one last time.

“wait! y/n, about what you said earlier — this time, i’ll definitely come find you, so you better tell me more!” he huffed, his determination making you grin.

“i’ll be waiting.” you smiled.

as neteyam made his way back home, he put tuk to sleep and joined his parents in the middle of the marui pod.

“father, i have a question.” he asked hesitantly.

“let me hear it, son.” he hummed, carving a wooden block out for tuk.

“do you think i could pick tuk up from her lessons, starting today?” he stuttered shyly with how obvious his intentions were. jake and neytiri only stared with narrowed eyes.

“...”

“i suppose as long as you aren’t late, go ahead son.” he teased. neytiri smirked as she nodded her head in agreement.

looking down in embarrassment, he was quick to thank his parents before for not acknowledging his motives, slipping away to his own room.

all he could do now was look forward to tomorrow.

the following weeks were spent with a new routine. although you continued to teach your lessons, neteyam’s visits as he picked his sister up became the new highlight of your day. something you found yourself eagerly looking forward to.

you weren’t familiar with many of the na’vi your age within the clan, since you were never accompanying them in the waters, so neteyam felt like a new beginning.

and as you and neteyam grew closer, so did your two siblings. more times than not, you found yourself spending every weekend with neteyam as you watched over your siblings during their playdates.

eight months had passed following this routine, and you finally found the courage to tell him your secrets, to let him in.

—

“where are you taking me?” he smiled, trailing behind you to the giant rocks that laid infront of the ocean as you entwined your hand with his — guiding him.

“don’t ask questions yet, just follow me!” you grinned.

when the two of you finally made your way to the tallest flat rock — right infront of the sunset, you hummed peacefully. your younger siblings weren’t here to distract the two of you, finally being able to talk to just him.

“it’s beautiful.” he sighed, watching the sun set past the ocean’s horizon.

“i know i promised you i’d tell you more about myself when we’d get closer, so here we are.” you grinned proudly.

“so, ask me anything!”

although neteyam was hesitant at first, he relaxed his chest as he stared into your eyes seriously.

“why don’t you go near the ocean? with the others?” he questioned. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t expecting him to ask this.

of all the months neteyam has gotten to know you for, he’s never seen you step foot into the water.

“honestly, the ocean isn’t a problem. it’s the corals.” you muttered.

“...”

“corals?” confusion was written all over his face.

“i've been allergic to corals since birth, and the elders insist i stay out of the reefs because of it. i understand they’re trying to protect me — but i can’t help but feel like i’m missing out on so much.”

neteyam frowned as you spoke.

“it’s ironic, right? a sea na’vi like me who can’t even swim.” you murmured, embarrassed as you looked away. you were too scared to see his reaction.

a few passing moments went by in silence, and you felt regret seeping in as it grew.

“there’s nothing wrong about you. if that’s what you're worried about.” neteyam whispered, noticing how tense you were.

a pause. neteyam didn’t find it weird, he didn’t question it. instead, he made you feel normal.

“you really think so?” you weakly sighed.

“mhm, i wouldn’t change anything. to me, you’re perfect the way you are.”

flustered at his words, you quickly looked away — ignoring the sudden racing of your heart.

catching onto how his own words sounded, he stuttered over his tongue.

“uh — i meant, you’re perfect. you know, in general.” he muttered.

“even if i’ll never be able to swim in the ocean?” you frowned.

“especially so.” he smiled, comforting you.

that day, you and neteyam’s bond had gotten much closer.

days after the hangout, neteyam was finding himself stuck onto your confessions, determined to cheer you up for your upcoming birthday.

and what better way to do so than by making your one wish come true?

after spending hours exploring the large forest surrounding the metkayina clan’s island, he finally stumbled upon a large lake, with a waterfall cascading down from the hill.

if you weren’t allowed to explore the reefs, how fun would it be if he took you to the next best thing?

the following days after that were spent working on your actual birthday gift. with the help of jake, he spent hours perfectly carving the little trinkets. once satisfied, he packaged it in seaweed wrapping to gift you.

it was the last day of your lessons for the year, coincidentally ending on the same day as your birthday. and as all the kids wished you happy birthday, running into your arms for warm hugs, you found yourself — once again, waiting with tuk for neteyam.

as you patiently sat on the beach with tuk for longer than usual, your mind wandered.

“your brother, he is coming today, right?” you whispered.

“yep! both of them are!” she grinned sheepishly.

puzzled by her words, you were quick to turn to her. “both?”

before you could question her even more, she got up and jumped to neteyam and lo’ak as they approached. getting up, you waved to both of them despite your confusion.

“happy birthday y/n! i’ll be the one taking tuk home.” lo’ak waved as he gifted you hand-picked seashells from both him, tuk and kiri.

“lo’ak, thank you. they’re beautiful!” you awed, noticing how each seashell fit the sibling that picked them out.

“no problemo, bro— ack!” a sharp punch to his side from neteyam had him teary-eyed.

“..no problem, y/n.” he croaked weakly. taking tuk hand-in-hand, they both waved to you as they walked back home.

now alone with just neteyam, you questioned his motives.

“follow me, i have a surprise.”

as he took your hand, he guided you deeper into the island’s forest. and after a long trip, you finally made your way to the giant lake as the sun began to set.

you stared in awe as he pulled you to the crystalline waters.

“of all my years living on this island, i never expected this gem to be here all along!” you sighed.

“it definitely wasn’t easy to find.” he chuckled. “even remembering how to get back here was a challenge.”

squeezing your hand in his, he tugged you closer to the water.

“shall we?”

as you made your way into the deep lake, you were nervous with your abilities to keep up — having little to no experience in swimming.

however, as his hands gripped themselves around your waist, you felt a sense of comfort.

“keep moving your legs, just like that. you’ll get the hang of it.” he smiled.

slowly releasing his grip from your sides, he swam around, watching your figure adapt to the warm water. as you got more and more used to motioning yourself, you made your way to his side once again.

“hi.” you say in a small voice.

“hey.” he grinned.

entwining your hand with his once again, his other lifting to your waist — you melt.

you are in so much trouble.

the two of you spent the next hours diving deep underwater, swimming past each other as you basked in the depths. this was everything you could’ve asked for.

and as much time had passed, the two of you finally found your way back to the surface, sitting side by side as the warmth of your bodies kept you from shivering.

with his arm around you, the two of you watched as the sun had finally set. leaning into his body as he embraced you.

once the two of you dried off completely, he turned to face you once more, grabbing a small package from the side of the bushes.

“happy birthday, y/n.” he smiled, pulling out a wrapped gift from behind.

looking at him curiously, you slowly unwrapped the present — only to be met with the most beautiful gift you could’ve ever received.

“this is..” 

“wooden coral flowers. i made sure there’s enough to make a bouquet — you know, since you’re allergic to the real ones. it’s pretty.” he smiled proudly.

each individual flower was painted a different color, the details in the carving made it obvious he spent hours on each one.

“you never fail to impress me, neteyam.” you smiled, seeing his tail wave excitedly despite his calm expression. leaning in, you were quick to pull him into an embrace.

you were so grateful to be able to meet a boy like him.

as you gazed at the stars while time passed, his arm was snaked around your waist as he breathed silently, watching his chest rise and fall.

you found yourself blushing as you realized how intimate your relationship had gotten, suddenly realizing one clear thing:

you were falling for neteyam.

once it was close to reaching midnight, the two of you finally made your way back to the marui pods. as he walked you home to your pod, his lingering touches as he stared into your eyes had you flustered.

“you’ve given me the best birthday i could ever ask for.” you smiled.

“i would hope so, i intend to be the best for you.” he grinned.

as you hung onto his hand, you hesitated. his gaze was on you, and you couldn’t tell if what you were about to do now would be something you’d regret.

but seeing his beautiful eyes stare at you the way they did, looking at how beautiful he suddenly looked under the moonlight, you took your chance.

leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, right next to the corner of his lips.

the action took him aback, his face heating up into a bright hue of blush.

smiling, you let go of him as you said your final goodbye.

“goodnight, nete.”

that was the first time you’ve ever given him a nickname.

and with that, you left him there, speechless in the entrance of your home.

as he walked back home starstruck, he was halted by his family in the main room by the fireplace.

“so, how’d the birthday party go?” jake teased.

noticing his bright red face, lo’ak and kiri were quick to laugh.

“she totally swooned you, didn’t she?!” lo’ak snickered as kiri covered her laughter.

neytiri smiled as tuk dozed off in her arms.

neteyam said nothing to his family, other than a weak request to jake.

“father — how do you court someone?”

—

with both you and neteyam’s growing feelings, he made his best attempts at pursuing you. he always wanted everything to be special, and taking a more traditional approach was most ideal.

“y/n, are you free today?” he called out at the front of your marui pod as he brought tuk to play with your brother.

as you stepped out, neteyam couldn’t help but ogle. you had completely swept this man off his feet, since the day he met you.

“i was wondering if you could help me find some materials for tuk’s new clothes — since you are experienced with your clan’s materials, of course.”

smiling as you realized he came to you for help, you happily took his reached out hand.

“are you asking me out on a date?” you teased, to which he only rolled his eyes as he pulled you to the market.

following him into the clan’s center, you guided him to where all the clothing materials were located — his hand entwined with yours, refusing to leave your side.

“the metkayina clan has many beautiful materials. what type of clothing do you want to make for tuk?” you hummed as he shadowed behind you.

“she’s been complaining that her skirts no longer fit, so perhaps something more flexible yet soft?” he suggested, eyeing you.

“then a material made out of the island’s mangroves would be the most suitable. you may choose it in whichever color your family bears.” you smiled, handing him the pieces.

as he finally had hand-picked the materials and patterns for tuk, the two of you made your way further into the market — this time eyeing the seashells and hair beads for sale.

he carefully watched your reaction to each item present, mentally noting which beads you favored.

and when you weren’t looking, he carefully picked out the ones he thought you’d look most beautiful in — planning to gift you a matching set with him later within the week.

making your way back to his family’s pod, the two of you worked hard to sew tuk’s new skirt together. and as you sat side by side preparing her gift, jake and neytiri couldn’t help but smile.

“neteyam picked a good girl, that one. she has a kind heart.” neytiri hummed, to which jake only nodded at.

when kiri and lo’ak finally returned with tuk, they greeted you as tuk squealed — spotting the new skirt. the next few moments were spent listening to tuk blabbering multiple “thank-you”s and “you're the best''s.

as neteyam walked you back home, you once again kissed him on the cheek as a final parting. if he said that he didn’t walk back home jumping from how happy he was, he’d be lying.

many times after that, he’d come to you with intricate gifts as you returned to teaching lessons for the younger na’vi. beautiful beads and hand-picked earrings were delivered almost every other day — and neteyam was always ecstatic when he’d see you wearing them the following day.

and as the weeks went on, neteyam was finally prepared to properly ask you out.

no one else knew you. not the way neteyam did.

you had stumbled into his life unexpectedly, just as he did to you.

as he pulled you away to the lake he once brought you on your birthday, he was nervous.

he had decorated the grounds with petals of flowers and lit the area with dim torches. it was beautiful.

a beautiful boy, with a beautiful soul, taking you to a beautiful place.

“y/n,” he says, and his accent —

goodness, his accent.

his voice.

“if i’m going to be honest with you, it was going to be a little more romantic than just this.” he shyly whispered, the thumb of his hands rubbing over yours.

the way he was always so thoughtful with you made you melt. your heart couldn’t take it.

“i can’t deny it now, y/n. there’s just no pretending. i’ve fallen for you — you’re all i want.” he hummed, whispering as he moved closer to you.

“you want me?” if your growing smile wasn’t enough to show how happy you were, then your swaying tail gave everything away.

“i want to be selfish, just this once, yeah?” he smiled.

“even if i can’t swim in the reefs?” you frowned.

“i wouldn’t have it any other way. i think we’d be good as ‘us’.”

“we’d be a wonderful ‘us’.” he expressed.

in this moment, all you could think of while his skin shined in the pale moonlight was,

“he’s so pretty, i could cry.”

before he could continue his confession, you were quick to send him a ghostly whisper.

“do you think about me?”

shaking his head as he smiled, all he could do was let out a scoff.

“ever since i’ve met you, it feels as though i think of you every minute of the day.” he whispered.

as he held you in his embrace, you watched as his lips ghosted over yours.

“will you let me kiss you? even if it’s just this once?” he sighed.

“neteyam, i’d let you kiss me a thousand times if you asked.” you smiled.

as he cupped your face, his hand found it’s way around your lower waist as his tail coiled around your leg. pulling you in, your lips collided, and everything felt just about right.

Call It What You Want - Aemond Targaryen x Reader

💞Valentine's Day💞

I Wanna Be Your End Game: Modern Aemond Edition

Summary: Your boyfriend Aemond utterly loathes Valentine’s Day. You on the other hand love it. So, you had to find middle ground. And that middle ground was a Targaryen-Hightower-Velaryon Failentine’s Day party hosted at their house. But, as much as you enjoyed that, you simply enjoyed your time with Aemond more.

Words: 1.8k+

Note: The Aemond edition of a Valentine’s Day one-shot where all the family lives at the same house. So it’s just a little bite sized baby. Enjoy love or whatevaaaa

Valentine’s Day was an incredible holiday. I was, definitionally, a lover not a fighter. Love songs were the soundtrack to even the hardest times in my life and I lived to see the hero get the girl in the end - hell, even the villain sometimes if the story called for it. At the end of the day? Even with Valentine’s Day being such a radically commercialized holiday, I still adored it. And for the past four years before this one, my boyfriend had taken it like a champ, even though he loathed the holiday. That was the quiet kind of sweet that Aemond was. The kind that just went to show you didn’t need to have someone screaming their love from the rooftops to know that you are loved.

This year, our fifth consecutive Valentine’s Day felt different though. His family had agreed to host another Valentine’s Day party. But, it seemed like this year Aemond was set in a mood to be…difficult about it. First, he insisted that it wasn’t just a Valentine’s Day theme. No red, pink, or white. No, it had to be a theme for failed love - a Failentine’s Day party as he declared it, draped in blacks and reds alone. And after he somehow got his little brother Daeron to back him, the rest of the family had no choice but to submit to their will. So began the theme and his endless frustration with planning the party that he’d hate regardless of what the theme would end up being. 

Even so, the strangeness didn’t end there. When we woke up this morning, Aemond hardly wanted to stay in bed, hardly wanted to spend a moment together to just appreciate each other’s company. Instead, we woke up and went on a double date with Helaena and her girlfriend for breakfast and then made our way back to the house. And by the end of the day, even though we’d spent time together it hadn’t necessarily felt…romantic.

I sat on the floor of Aemond's bedroom in front of the mirror, finishing my makeup for the night, and listening to my favorite playlist about love. How could I do anything else? It was Valentine’s Day after all, even if Aemond and his brother had demanded that the party be Failentine’s themed instead of Valentine’s themed. Said boyfriend sat on the bed behind me, scrolling through his phone and scowling at my music choices like a disgruntled puppy would. Rising to my feet when I was done, I turned in a dramatic little circle. Aemond didn’t even look up. I pouted.

“How do I look, Aem?” I asked him.

He sighed and sat up, looking at me. He smiled. “You look beautiful, Y/N,” he said. “Obviously.” 

He reached out a hand for me and I took it, letting him pull me into his lap. I went happily and narrowly resisted the urge to bury my face in his neck while my makeup finished setting. He ran a hand up and down my waist, smirking while he looked at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes good-naturedly. I brushed a strand of his fine platinum hair back from his face and blew a kiss at him trying to avoid smearing my lipstick.

“Thank you, baby,” I said grinning.

“Of course, Y/N,” he said. He looked serious. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I assured him, stroking his cheekbone with my thumb. “Every day. Endlessly.”

“You’re sweet,” he said, grabbing my hand and pressing a kiss to it. He smiled slightly. “Do you want me to give you your present now, my love?”

My smile brightened slightly, surprised. “You got me a present? You didn’t have to,” I said.

“So you tell me every year,” he said, rolling his eyes. He gently maneuvered me off of his lap and stood up, walking to his closet. “And yet I do. Every year. Because it’s your favorite holiday for some reason. So stop. I’ll keep getting you gifts.”

I smiled, and leaned back on my hands, watching as he searched for whatever he’d stored in the closet for me. “Then yes. I will take the present now. And I’ll give you yours,” I stated. I rose to my own feet and moved over to my bag, pulling out the gift that I’d carefully wrapped for Aemond weeks prior. Then, I made my way over to the bed and sat again, crossing my legs so he’d have space to sit down again when he came over. I thrust the gift into his hands immediately, nearly making him drop the gift he held in his hand - also wrapped, surprisingly. He glared at me, I merely smiled back.

“You open first,” I insisted.

“What a shock,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to my temple, even as he playfully rolled his eyes.

He carefully started to peel the wrapping paper off of the gift that I’d gotten him and I nearly vibrated in my excitement. As the paper fell and he actually registered what he was seeing, he looked at me in utter shock. I nodded eagerly and he took the gift out gingerly, a look of utter reverence on his face. I grinned at his reaction as his eyes drank in the sight before him. It was an early edition of Friedrich Nietzsche's The Birth of Tragedy. A book that he’d been searching for over the course of the past two years at least. Something that I had pulled every string I’d ever had to find and acquire in time to make this happen.

“Y/N…holy fucking…how did you get this?” Aemond asked, wonder in his voice.

“Love can make magic happen,” I said, grinning at him. He looked at me, unimpressed. “I just had some feelers out looking for it. And someone was able to come through. That’s all.”

He leaned over and held my face in both hands, leaning his forehead against mine. “You…you are a fucking goddess, my love,” he said. He looked at me, frowning. “You’re making my gift seem inadequate.”

It was my turn to frown. “You could give me a used napkin and I’d save it for a scrapbook about us, you nerd. Shut up,” I said fondly.

“Thank you, my love,” he said reverently, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Of course,” I said, eyes sparkling. “Happy to do it. Thrilled, actually.”

He sighed and placed the book very gently on his nightstand where there was no chance of it getting disturbed. Then, he reached over and gingerly picked up my gift, putting it in my hands. Before I could open it, he caught my hands and looked at me. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he said.

“I love you too,” I replied softly, adoration tinting each word. I grinned at him and then started to gently unwrap the gift. Based on its shape I’d been expecting a jewelry box and I hadn’t been disappointed. I opened the lid gently and gaped at what I found. My voice raised at least an octave. “You thought I’d be disappointed with this?”

Sitting, gently cushioned in the box, was a matching necklace and ring. Both had marquise-style sapphires at their center, surrounded by halos of diamonds. I looked at them in awe, holding them up to my face just so I could see their brilliance up close. I looked at Aemond, my jaw falling open and tears filling my eyes.

“Sapphires?” I asked, voice wobbling.

“Sapphires,” he said, taking my free hand in his. “Do you want me to help you put on the necklace, my love?” I nodded, sniffling. He gently did so and then I looked down at the ring, half-leaning into his side. He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Consider the necklace a reminder that I’m always with you.” He turned my face to his. “And consider the ring a reminder of the promise that I want you to be my wife someday.”

“Aemond,” I said, on the verge of tears. I took the ring out and slipped it on my finger just so I could throw the box out of my way and throw my arms around his neck. I squeezed him a moment, relishing in the feel of his arms around me. Then, I pulled back from the embrace and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “I love you. So much.”

“And I love you too,” he said. He paused a minute as he held me and then let out a sigh when I pulled back, dabbing away the scarce few tears that had fallen. “Do we really have to go downstairs?” And he was borderline pouting as he asked. 

If I listened hard enough I could hear the faint music playing from downstairs calling to me, begging me to come downstairs and dance. I frowned looking at my boyfriend. Then I glanced down at the gift I still held in my hands. The most heartfelt present that he’d ever given me - and gods be good that was saying something. Something big. And in my heart, it didn’t matter at all how alluring the party downstairs was. There’d always be another party. But today? On Valentine’s Day? All that mattered to me was Aemond.

“No. We don’t,” I declared.

He immediately looked surprised. “Y/N I was just kidding,” he stated. “We can go, obviously.”

“No,” I refused. “I’d rather be with you.” I laughed. “I wish we would’ve decided before I’d put on makeup, but hey, you win some you lose some.” I slumped back onto the bed, sprawling out and stretching my hands behind my head. “But I’m not moving from this room. I’m just not. All I want today?” I reached out and took his hand. I looked down at the sapphire ring that was on my finger…at our intertwined hands. Yeah. I didn’t need to go downstairs. “All I want is you.” I smiled at him. “You are what makes Valentine’s Day special. You. Your love. That’s it. No one else’s. I’ll be damned if I waste the time that I have where I can remind you of that.”

“You are a fucking angel, my love,” Aemond said, leaning over to kiss me deeply. I sighed into the kiss, moving happily as he led. When he pulled back he laughed. “Your lipstick does not pass the kiss test, Y/N. Maybe it’s for the best that we didn’t go down if you were going to look like a clown the moment I kissed you.”

“Blah, blah, blah,” I complained. “Get your ass back over here and keep fucking it up then. Make it a real fucking disaster for me to get off later.”

He smirked and leaned down, hovering over my lips for a moment. “Your wish is my command, my love,” he said in a faux innocent tone. Then, he finished leaning over and captured my lips once more as if to devour me. I eagerly let him.

A very happy Valentine’s Day it would be, indeed.

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His Secret Admirer (Final Part) - Neteyam x fem na’vi reader

part one part two part three

wc: 8.3k

a/n: ahhh you guys we’ve reached the end of the His Secret Admirer series! So bittersweet :,). Thank you for all the love on the chapters I’ve put out, it means a lot that people enjoy my writing this much. And thank you for 500 followers!! (still can’t believe that).

Here is the well awaited Part 4, the final part. I am sooo beyond happy with how this came out I honestly think it’s my best one, and it’s also the longest out of all of them! I had so much fun writing it i love these two so much it hurts. I hope you guys enjoy reading! 💗

contains: sooo much fluffff with a sprinkle of spice 🤭

The next morning came terribly fast, which was pretty much the opposite of what you had hoped for. You awoke groggy and unsettled, the night hadn’t the courtesy of blessing you with the rest you so badly needed to prepare for what was to come. Today was the day of the well awaited festival, the day you looked forward to all year, and now you were dreading in with every fiber in your body. While you tried to convince yourself you were ready to face Neteyam, you were still utterly terrified at the possibility of potentially facing rejection.

You pulled the light sheet that held warmth to your body over your face, hoping your mother would somehow forget you even existed.  You weren’t even sure you were breathing. Your body tensed when you heard footsteps nearing, shutting your eyes and making a wish for them to disappear. Perhaps it would’ve worked had you not used them all up last night, begging for at least a couple hours of continuous, undisturbed sleep.

The sheets were pulled from over your head, the bright sunlight making an abrupt reappearance and aiding in waking you up completely. “Maaaa!” You groaned, throwing an arm up to cover your eyes. “Leave me, I’m not ready.” Your whining did nothing to deter your mother from her plans.

“Up, child. There is no time like the present.” She sat beside you, grabbing your arm and gently pulling you to sit up next to her.

You sluggishly lifted your body from where you had fallen asleep last night, your shoulders slumping as you looked at her with doubting eyes. “But what if it all goes wrong?”

“No fear, everything will work out the way it is meant to in the end.” She spoke reassuringly, stroking your arm.

Your mother was always so positive all the time, and usually she was correct. You had no idea how she did it, but it’s been proven your mother knows best so you listened. You exhaled, your uncertainty leaving along with your breath and nodding your head in agreement.

“Good, now we must begin. There is no time to waste.” She grinned.

Taking your braids down took what felt like three lifetimes. In na’vi culture when a woman is looking to court a potential mate, her hair must be loose and styled differently than it is everyday. Something about impressing the male you would be promised to. You tugged at the beads that had been woven into your hair for about a month now, wincing whenever it would catch a loose strand in the process. Though the action of unloosing them was both daunting and aggravating, you couldn’t help the way your excitement grew every time you moved onto the next one.

You ran your fingers through your jet black hair, it slightly wavy from the style it had previously been in. It stopped just above your mid back, the sides pulled back and secured with a clasp adorned with beautiful crimson colored feathers. Two strands were left out in the front, the bottoms having two of each of the beads you used for Neteyam’s necklace on them.

Your mother had sewn together a gorgeous outfit for you, the top garment using the same feathers you had in your hair. They were strung together with thin beaded loops, about three small feathers coming down on each side of your chest to maintain your decency. You held it out in front of you, looking towards your mother apprehensively. The top was so tiny, you wondered if it would actually even cover anything.

Thankfully for you, it did. You still felt a bit exposed as this was much more revealing and dainty than something you would normally wear, however you knew it was only because of the occasion, so you obliged. The feathers felt soft against your skin, and you gently toyed with the intricate beading that tickled below your collarbone. You eyed yourself in the slab of glass that served as a mirror, covering your mouth in awe at the sight of yourself.  You hadn’t felt this beautiful in a while and your mom could tell, coming over to give you a tight hug and smiling back at you in the reflection.

“My child, you look stunning. I cannot believe how much you’ve grown.” Her voice was one of intense admiration, backing away and waving her hands as she started to tear up.

“Mama,” You laughed to yourself, bringing a hand up to your cheek as you quickly became embarrased. Your smile was bittersweet, approaching your very emotional mother and taking hold of her shaky hands. “Don’t cry. I’m still your little syulang.”

She sniffed and nodded in immediate agreeance, pulling you into yet another hug that you were sure would cut off your airways this time. Wiping her tears, she reached over to grab the necklace the two of you had made off the table, gently placing it in your open palm and closing it. “Go get him.” She gleamed.

~~~

Neteyam sat on a stool in front of a mirror in his family’s home, head hung in silence and hands clasped together in his lap. He eyed them closely, feigning interest while his thumbs twiddled idly. The tension in the air between him and his mother as she prepared him for the festival could easily be sliced with the knife he kept strapped to his waist. His braids were pulled back, orange feathers weaved into the strands here and there. He had a burning urge to pluck them out, grimacing at the fact that Eyiti would be wearing matching ones.

Neytiri worked on him silently, a word hadn’t been spoken between them since his outburst yesterday, and he felt the guilt eating him alive. His mother always had something to say, even if it were something as simple as correcting him on his grammar. Knowing her to be outspoken, she made sure her opinion was always heard, even if nobody wanted to listen. So the fact that he hadn’t heard her so much as scold him made him worry. Either her feelings were vastly hurt, or she was in deep contemplation about something.

“Your father and I have made a decision.” The sudden appearance of his mother’s voice caused his head to snap up in her direction, his mouth open slightly while he awaited the verdict. He searched her face for any hint towards what she would say next, but lately it’s been hard for him to read her emotions. Saying the two of them had been disconnected recently was putting it lightly.

“And?” He questioned, his voice just above a whisper. For some reason he was afraid that if he asked too eagerly, the answer he received would be opposite of the one he so badly wanted.

“And,” She sighed, placing the tool she had used to help re-braid his hair down on the table. “We have decided to let you choose your own mate.”

His eyes widened the second the words left her lips and his arms trapped her in a tight embrace before she could fully finish what she was saying. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” He repeated, feeling that familiar lump return to his throat. “I’m so sorry for what I said, mother.” His voice split as her hand came down to affectionally caress his head.

“Neteyam,” She peered down at him empathetically, using her hand to turn his face towards her and keeping it on his cheek. “Do not apologize, you were right. We have no right to dictate who you love. I chose for myself, as should you.” She nodded, pulling him away gently so she could finish getting him ready. “All that’s needed from you, is to get through tonight.” Tying his songchord around his bicep, she smiled at him and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. “And after that, I would love to meet the girl my son has fought so hard for.”

~~~

You watched as na’vi gleefully danced into the auburn night, singing out praises to the spirits and celebrating a year that had awarded your clan with yet another bountiful hunting season. There was a big bonfire off to the side where a circle of drunken men sat around, laughing loudly and feasting on the legs of an animal with gluttony. You clasped the necklace in your hands tightly and carefully made your way through the crowd, repeating affirmations in your head to keep yourself from puking. It was simple, really. Find Neteyam, give him the necklace, and tell him you have feelings for him and want to be his life long mate. Boom, happily ever after. Easy, right? Wrong. You kept forgetting that she-devil would probably be attached to him at the hip, making your plan even harder to go through with than it already was.

You shook the image out of your head before it burned itself into your skull, mapping out your breathing to remain calm. “You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.” You mumbled to yourself, peeking your head around in the mass of people until your eyes locked on the man of the hour.

The second you saw him it felt like time came to a full stop. Neteyam looked even more breathtaking than usual, you had thought that would’ve been impossible until this very moment. You honestly had to stop thinking like that, this was the second time he had proven you wrong and it was getting kind of embarrassing seeing as your mouth would hang open in utter shock every time. Colorful beads and feathers embelished his hair and he wore a shoulder piece that made it easy to determine his status when he stood next to the other young men. You stared at him incredulously, almost forgetting what you were supposed to be doing right now.

You wished you could have stayed there forever and it was nice while it lasted, but unfortunately it was time to face reality.

A body that had been blocking your sight of who was next to him moved to the side and Eyiti came into view, her hand clasped onto Neteyam’s forearm as she stood next to him. Her grip so tight you could see the indentations in his arm, it looked like it hurt. You swallowed what felt like an impossible lump to push down, closing your eyes and repeating encouraging words to yourself.

You quickly decided it was not working like it did before.

“I can’t do this.” Your chest heaved, your lungs out of breath without even holding it. You spun around on your heels before he could notice you, prepared to accept defeat and go home.

But the unexpected sounds of blood curdling screams and shrieks caused you to gasp and quickly return to your prior position, the commotion of people frantically running to safety not allowing you to see what was going on. “What? What’s going on?” You grabbed the shoulders of some around you and spoke anxiously, but your attempts were futile. Your ears perked up attentively at the sound of a spine-chilling growl.

Oh no. Not here.

Your feet picked up speed before your mind could register where they were taking you. Ducking through the crowd, you hurriedly ushered the children who hadn’t yet found their mothers together and in the opposite direction of the growling. War cries began to ring out, and you watched as every hunter surrounding the perimeter of the common grounds raised their bows and weapons with haste.

“Wait!” You hopelessly shoved past barriers of your people, your voice not having the ability to project over the warriors shouting above you. You squeezed yourself between panicked bodies and nearly tripped over limbs, your ears letting you know you were getting closer.

Jake and Neytiri had since stood from their chairs that were positioned to look down over the people, and the expressions on their faces let you know that the situation in front of them was far from good.

Directly in front of Neteyam and Eyiti stood a blood thirsty Palulukan, it’s six strong legs aiding in it’s slow and menacing prance towards them. By the looks of its nostrils flaring in agitation, you were sure it would pounce any second. Neteyam, being the fearless warrior he is, instinctively stepped in front of Eyiti and raised his bow, stretching an arrow against the string with one swift motion.

You forced yourself into the center where others had backed up enough to make a large circle. Mothers held onto their children protectively, more terrified than ever. “Neteyam, lower your bow!” Your voice caught his attention almost instantly but his arms stayed raised in position, ready to protect whoever he needed to.

His eyes did not meet yours, instead they stayed targeted on the vicious animal in front of him and he shook his head harshly, not daring to let his attention waver. “Get back [Y/n]. Now.” He ordered.

You shoved the necklace you realized you were still clutching away and into your bag, your hands put out in front of you as you pleaded with him. “Please, you are scaring her. She will pounce.” You responded breathlessly, your eyes flickering between him and the most feared creature on Pandora who was obviously not in the best mood. You were most familiar with her than the others of her species, she was the one you often ran into when venturing through the forest and you could instantly tell by the sound of her growl. You usually had scraps to offer her but it was extremely rare that a Palulukan would come deep into the village, leaving you with nothing to utilize but your own skills.

“She?” You heard Lo’ak’s voice carry over from the top of the hill, referring to the fact that you knew the gender of the savage animal you all heard stories of when you were young. “[Y/n], are you crazy?!” He screeched.

Kiri’s head snapped in his direction and she swatted at his arm. “Lo’ak, hush! You must not distract her.” Whisper yelling at him so only he could hear, he rubbed his arm to soothe the sting and scowled at her.

Tuk peeked out from behind Kiri’s legs, tugging on her fingers to get her attention with a worried look on her face. “Is it gonna hurt her?” Kiri peered down at her younger sister, gently shushing her and shaking her head before returning her attention back to you. Her gaze was one of profound fascination and oddly enough— trusting.

Pre-occupied with trying to stop Neteyam from releasing his arrow in defense, you hadn’t noticed Eyiti slowly backing away from him, the look on her face one of great terror.

The last thing you wanted to do when face to face with an animal threatening to attack, was move.

“Do not!” You shrieked, your warning coming late when the snarling creature started towards her. She screamed in fear, tripping over her own feet and falling flat on her butt. Her eyes flooded with tears and she used her hands to crawl backwards, farther away from the snarling beast. You hate to admit it but there was a tiny part of you that wanted to let this creature sink her teeth into the girl who had made it her life’s mission to terrorize you. The elders, including Neteyam’s parents and hers, stood in attention at the top of the hill at the roots of home tree. Eyiti’s parents called out to her in distress, but they were much too far to assist and moving would only accelerate the attack. They would never make it in time.

You jumped into action, strategically positioning yourself right in the middle of the Palulukan and a defenseless Eyiti. The entire clan gasped, some even cried out prayers and shielded the eyes of their children as they were sure you would die in this very moment. Neteyam was the only one who relaxed somewhat, the string of his bow becoming less taut. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but for some reason, he felt you knew what you were doing.

“Ma Jake!” Neytiri cried out, one hand on her chest and the other grabbing his arm, begging for him to do something. “It will kill her!”

Jake stared down at the scene unfolding in front of him, completely bewildered with his mouth hanging open. “What the hell is she doing? Get out of there!” He yelled.

With your shoulders pulled back confidently, you mirrored the hunting approach of the animal in front of you and glared through your brows, stalking like a Palulukan would before ambushing its prey. You watched it take a step back once you rounded closer in attempt to force more room between it and the blubbering girl behind you, then raising a hand in the air to silence the na’vi who had many distracting comments and opposing opinions against your methods. “Mawey my people, mawey!” You shouted, not taking your eyes off the task in front of you.

Your olo’eyktan watched intently, signaling his approval to the men to lower their weapons like you instructed.

Kiri smiled from ear to ear while watching you, the expression on her face contrasting greatly from everyone else’s. “I knew it.” She whispered to herself, resulting in Lo’ak looking at her like she had lost her Eywa-loving mind.

The giant beast opened its mouth and a loud, menacing roar rumbled deep from its diaphragm. Sharp quills stood tall off its neck while its beard flared out as an intimidation tactic. You stood unfazed, tilting your head with narrowed eyes and loudly hissing in response. Your ears had fallen flat against your hair while you barred your sharp fangs right back with no fear. Neteyam blinked at you in genuine disbelief when the animal’s challenging stance faltered, its legs lowering itself into a submissive position in defeat.

You sighed in relief and rolled your eyes, steadily approaching the beast and gently stroking its head. “What is the matter with you, Yuna? Were you trying to get yourself killed?”

“I-is she… talking to it?” The younger Sully boy questioned, looking back and forth to anyone for an answer. Nobody could respond to him, everyone stood in shock- not able to process what had just happened. “It has a name? Bro, is nobody as lost as I am right now?” He screamed, his hands holding his head as if it were about to explode.

Your eyes dropped down when you noticed one of her legs slightly raised off the ground. You quirked an eyebrow and crouched to get a better look, easily recognizing what had made her come into the village in the first place. There was a thick, sharp chunk of wood lodged between the webbing of her paw. It would have been impossible to remove on her own.

“Oh my… you poor thing. Let me help you.” Your voice was sympathetic as you lowered your head to examine how deep it had gone, deciding it was safe for you to remove it. You used all of your strength to lift the paw that was much bigger than the size of your head with assistance from the creature, gripping the large splinter and finally removing it with a grunt after a few seconds of tugging. The animal roared in pain, and with a whimper its demeanor quelled due to the instant relief, earning an accomplished smile from you. You looked around in search of food, grabbing some teylu out of a bowl from a table off to the side. You tossed the blood stained slab of lumber to the ground once you rose to your feet.

“Make a path.” You ordered, watching the crowd that was huddled around you hurriedly part like the Red Sea.

You waved the worms in front of the creature’s nose, watching her nostrils twitch with interest before you threw them into the direction of the forest. You watched the thanator gallop away, sighing and wiping your hands off onto your legs.

“Ma Jake… Who is that girl? She possesses a fine ability.” The Tsahik stared down at you, her voice seeping with pure awe. She couldn’t even blink. Neytiri had never seen such a display in her entire life. A Palulukan had not been tamed like this since… well, her. Almost two decades past. And even then, that had been an offer of assistance from Eywa to restore balance to the land during the war with the sky people. A genuine taming, such as this, was completely unheard of.

Kiri placed a hand on her mother’s shoulder. “That is the girl Neteyam has been trying to tell you about this entire time, mother.” She smiled. “That girl, is [Y/n].”

“My daughter.” Your mother’s voice clarified as she emerged from the crowd to address Tshaik, effectively catching Neytiri’s attention, but your mother’s eyes remained on you from afar. She had been watching closely, off to the side the entire time. You had explained your hunches with the animals of Pandora to her before, how you felt a deeper connection to them than most did. All of them, even those forbidden to interact with. Though she had never seen it for herself until now, her faith in you never wavered for a second. Her eyes filled with pride seeing her daughter prove herself in a way even better than she had imagined.

Remembering you were in the middle of the circle, you looked up to see everyone gawking at you and cleared your throat before speaking up.

“Um… I’m sorry about her. You all can go back to the party now, everything’s fine. Please, proceed.” You looked around and motioned to the tables that still had candles lit atop them, staring blankly at all the eyes that were glued to your face. You were definitely not used to having this much attention on you, or attention period. It was so quiet you could hear the crackling of the bonfire in the distance. Nobody could believe how casually you were speaking about what you had just done.

“Y-you saved my life… I- Thank you.” Eyiti was a sniffling mess, her body trembling in shock from what could’ve resulted in her death. Her cheeks were stained with tears and for once in her life, her expression matched her words. Oh how it made your heart swell with joy to see her groveling.

Looking down at her, your face twisted as if you had smelled something rotten. “No, I saved my friend’s life. You, however, just happened to get lucky.” You scoffed, making your way out of the circle.

Neteyam’s breaths were heavy as he watched you, glancing up to his father with sanguine eyes, a silent plea to go after you. As soon as Jake hurriedly gave him the okay, he was running off into the crowd. Not even taking a second to help his so called ‘date’ up from the ground that served in humbling her.

He tried his best to keep up with your strides, losing sight of you a few times and apologizing to those he bumped into. He rolled his arm, swiping off the shoulder piece that was preventing him from keeping up with you and letting it drop to the ground. He plucked the feathers out of his hair with zero regard of those watching, wanting to rid of everything that had to do with the girl who kept you two apart.

You managed to make your way out of the sea of people and faded into the forest, ducking under branches and successfully escaping from the sudden influx of attention you gained from your entire village. A relaxed breath left your lips once you were out of sight, trying to take in the fact that you had saved not only one life but two, all while in front of the boy you were preparing to confess to at that. You whipped your head around at the sound of leaves rustling, hearing a voice that never failed to make your heart jump.

“[Y/n], wait!” Neteyam called out for you, his expression softening once you finally stopped. “Jeez, you’re fast.” He breathed out.

You couldn’t help the smile that threatened to appear on your face, dissappointment quickly flooding back in once you remembered the reason the two of you hadn’t been together in the first place. “Yes?”

He searched your eyes for anything that would tell him you were just as stunned as he was, but he was unsuccessful. You stood in front of him, appearing nonchalant despite what had just occurred. “What was that back there?” He asked, reaching forward and taking hold of your arm. “It was like you knew what to do. How?”

You looked down at his hand on your skin, not even being able to think as he was touching you. You swallowed hard, shrugging your shoulders sheepishly as you tried to find an answer. “I-I don’t know. I just… I listened to her. It was like I could hear her- hear her voice.” Your tone grew faint when your eyes met his again, realizing he had never once stopped looking at you, even when you stopped looking at him. You chewed your bottom lip, lowering your head to stare at the ground with a puff of air that was supposed to be a laugh. “You think I’m crazy now, don’t you.” You mumbled.

“No, no! I believe you, I do. I promise.” He shook his head vigorously, dipping his head to catch your faltering gaze once he realized that his wide-eyed, dumbfounded look must’ve given off that impression. “Look, I’m really sorry about yesterday. I did not plan for any of that to happen, with Eyiti. It was my parents doing, I tried to get out of it but I couldn’t…” He sighed, his voice faltering when he spoke of her. He didn’t even want to think about her, let alone bring her up to you.  

He felt you pull away slightly, apprehensive due to you having no idea what was really going on behind the scenes other than what you had witnessed with your own eyes.

“[Y/n],” His eyebrows creased apologetically, his hand coming up to hold your cheek. “Follow me, please. I will explain everything, I just really, really need you to come with me.”

You could never say no to him, even with the residual feelings of betrayal that lingered in the back of your mind. The desperate look worn on his face was enough for you to give in without another thought. A small nod of your head brightened his face up immediately, though you could tell he was trying to let himself not get too excited at the small victory.

He took your hand into his, fingers intertwining and hearts racing. Your cheeks heated red as he pulled you through the forest with a firm grip, no intention of letting you go.

You followed closely behind him, looking back in the direction of the festival when you heard music resume in the distance. You felt a pang of guilt, you didn’t want to be the reason he got in trouble yet again. “Neteyam, you are the chief’s son. Are you sure you can just up and leave like this? They will surely be looking for you-”

The two of you broke out from the trees and onto a stretched path, your breath catching in your throat when you were suddenly pulled into his chest. If you had inched just a smidge closer, your noses would have been touching. You blinked sporadically, probably to keep yourself from fainting.

“I do not care what anyone thinks. Now is not about them, it’s about you.” The words flowed from his mouth smooth like silk, and with the way his amber eyes eyes were mending into yours you truly felt as if nothing else mattered to him. “Yesterday, you said you wanted to go on another Ikran ride with me, no?” You had no idea how he was able to maintain eye contact so easily, your legs felt like they were about to snap at any moment and you thanked Eywa you had his arms to hold onto.

“Yes…” You would have looked away by now, but his eyes were inviting you in. There was such a different look to them, like he was seeing into you. The sound he made to call for his banshee brought you back to reality. “O-oh, right now?” You gulped, seeing his Ikran land at the end of the trail.

“Yes, now.” He laughed at your stuttering, gently pulling your hand and leading you over. He glanced at you while he prepped the saddle, a playful smirk playing on his lips as you eyed the animal, the apprehensiveness you held for years trying to re-introduce itself. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re scared. This isn’t your first time.” He hopped onto its back, extending a hand out to you.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes narrowed, pretending to look offended at his teasing. “You wish.” You took his hand and grinned, allowing him to pull you up behind him. You settled into the saddle, breathing out before loosely snaking your arms around him like you remembered.

“Come on love, I don’t bite.” He chuckled, taking your arms and tightening them around him. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.” You blushed, a small shiver striking through your body when he grasped your hands and placed them over his chest just like he had done the first time.

“Shut up.” Had he not been able to hear the grin overshadowing your words he probably would have thought you were being serious.

“Ready?” He looked over his shoulder, face beaming.

Before you could even respond, a chirp to his Ikran sent it plunging into the sky at full speed. A scream left your mouth, but unlike last time, this one was oozing with exhilaration. Your grip on him tightened and you pressed your cheek against his warm back, a laugh producing from him at your thrilled squeals every time he took an unexpected dip or a turn.

Your eyes were so focused on the gorgeous display below you that when you began to ascend higher and higher into the sky, the landscape seemingly shrinking caused you to look up at his focused expression. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

After a few more minutes of flying passed, your set destination came into view. The hallelujah mountains approaching made you gasp in amazement, you had never once gotten to see them up-close due to your now squashed fear of flying. He felt your heartbeat quicken against his back, the sensation of his hand reaching back to rub your thigh instantly drawing your attention away from the scenic landscape in front of you.

The banshee came to a gradual landing on one of the larger floating platforms, its heavy wing beats slowing once its feet made contact with the ground.

Your gaze immediately locked on the faint flickering of candles in the distance, having trouble pulling your attention away from them as he dismounted. “Neteyam… What is that?” Your voice was calm and directed towards him- but your eyes remained in front of you, worried that if you expressed too much interest, whatever it was that he had set up would disappear.

“Just, come on.” He smiled diffidently and pinched the back of his neck, ignoring your question and holding his hand out to you once again.

You hurriedly grasped it and hopped off the saddle, using his arm to stabilize your landing. You could tell he was a bit nervous but you hadn’t known the exact reason why. He leisurely lead you along and you turned your head towards him, the smile on his face making your own appear as a blanket laid over the grass with a few small, lit candles became visible. You held his hand with both of yours now and squeezed gently, marveling at the set up still ahead. You couldn’t contain your excitement and skipped off without him, lowering to your knees on the soft fabric at your feet.

You brought a hand over your mouth to stifle what would’ve been your one hundredth gasp of the day, taking a glimpse around and seeing a spread of your favorite fruits and snacks positioned off to the side. “Neteyam,” You lifted your head to see he had caught up with you now, grabbing his hand and lightly pulling on it to urge him to sit down with you. “You did this for me?” The spread along with the pillowy, bioluminescent foliage around you were all very enticing, but you couldn’t look at anything else but him.

He sat beside you, blushing and nodding his head while eyeing everything like it was his first time seeing it. “Yeah. Well, I may have asked Kiri for some help cutting the fruits. And Lo’ak assisted me in bringing everything up here…” He trailed off once he saw your sudden unamused expression, most likely due to the fact that he always struggles to take credit for the sweet things he does. He cleared his throat, rephrasing his answer. “Yes, I did it for you.” He grinned.

Your hands came up to cup his flushed face, yellow orbs overflowing with adoration for the man in front of you. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever thought to do for me, I-“ Your sentence came to a halt and your hands slowly retracted from his face upon remembering something that still hadn’t been addressed.

He noticed your demeanor change, bringing his hands up to stop yours from falling completely. “I talked to my parents,” Somehow he was able to answer the question that was lingering in your mind, without you even having to say it out loud. “They’re letting me choose now. I can choose my mate.” He repeated, making sure you didn’t miss a single word he was saying.

“That’s good.” You smiled at him sadly, not being able to help your gaze falling to the side to avoid looking at him.

He rolled his eyes at you in a joking manner, hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up at him. “And I choose you, sxkawng.”

“You can’t,” You shook your head, feeling betrayed by your own mouth at the words it picked as a response. “I am not a healer, Neteyam. Or a hunter. I don’t have what it takes to be Tsahik. I can’t-“

“No,” He cut you off before you could finish, like the words angered him to even listen to. “You don’t need to be anything other than yourself, [Y/n]. Do you not remember how you single-handedly managed to save our village tonight? You have proved yourself plenty, trust me.” He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. “You are so much more than special, and you always have been. Especially to me.” His tone comforting and leaking with affection, he used his other hand to caress your cheek while he reassured you.

“Neteyam….” You melted into his touch and leaned against his hand, feeling all the uncertainty you held for yourself slip away.

He went to tuck one of your front strands behind your ear to get a better look at your face, then he paused. Watching his expression change, his eyebrows furrowed as he peered at what was woven in on the ends. “These beads,” He stared intently, deep in thought while he rolled one between his index finger and his thumb to try and spark a memory. “I feel like I have seen them before.”

Your mind instantly flashed back to when you had pushed through the circle to stop the Palulukan, remembering that you were still holding the necklace when you came into his line of sight. “Oh!” You quickly reached behind you to grab your small pouch, lifting the strap over and off your shoudlers then opening it and sifting through the contents. He watched curiously, his eyes illuminating when you revealed a necklace made of the same beads that were in your hair.

His mouth opened but you were already explaining before he could ask. “I-it’s for you. I was gonna give it to you, at the festival. But then I saw you with her and everything started happening so I-“

He delicately took it into his hands, tilting his head to the side to get a better look. His head was dropped down as he studied it and silence that weighed in the air began to worry you.

“You don’t like it?” Your voice was quiet and your sweating palms indicated how nervous you truly were.

His strong arms suddenly pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly. You were shocked at his unforeseen actions but ultimately had zero complaints. “I love it.” He whispered, pulling away to look at you with one of the most genuine smiles you’ve ever seen on his face. “You made this for me?” He sounded like he couldn’t believe it.

You quickly nodded, still trying to gather your thoughts. “Well, it was my idea, but I was on a time crunch so my mom-“ You stopped yourself, seeing the same kind of look on his face you had given him earlier when he went off on a tangent to discredit his efforts. The both of you were thrown into a fit of laughter at the moment of deja-vu. “Yes, I made it for you.”

You took the necklace back into your hands, motioning it towards him as a silent offer to help him put it on. He obliged, using a hand to hold his braids up and out of the way.

You licked your bottom lip and sat up on your knees, realizing now that you had accidentally volunteered yourself to get closer to him. You moved your body in his direction, not missing the way his eyes tracked every movement you conducted. You brought your hands apart and circled them around his neck, trying your hardest not to think about the way his breath was fanning against your shoulder, his lips lightly grazing it. You felt his gaze boring into your face, the pace of your heart increasing as you fiddled with the clasp before fastening it.

“There, all done.” You mumbled, allowing your hands to trail against the skin from the back of his neck down to the front of his chest. As you pulled away it was impossible to hide from his stare, your eyes connecting with his. The both of you sat there for a beat, simply looking into each other’s eyes until he decided to make the first move. He leaned forward, stopping inches from your face. Your breath shuddered, his eyes falling from yours, to your lips, then back up again.

“Let me kiss you.” He breathed out, his fingers brushed against your sides, eager to hold you but wanting to wait until he had your permission.

God, you thought he’d never ask.

He took you falling in to close the remaining space between your lips as a prompt yes. Your eyes fluttered to a close the moment your lips met, your arms ribboning around his neck to bring him closer. His hands followed suit and grappled onto your waist, his right arm hooking around your back to pull you up and into his lap as the kiss deepened almost instantly.

You broke for air after a few seconds, raking your hands into his braids when he quickly became too impatient to wait for you to catch your breath. You held his head whilst he placed featherweight kisses along your jaw, mindlessly craning your head to the side to grant him further admittance to your sensitive skin.

You nuzzled your cheek against the top of his braids, not being able to stop yourself from inhaling deeply to take in his scent. You felt his lips latch and suck on the skin of your collarbone, gasping at the feeling and knowing it would for sure leave a mark. Biting your lip to contain your voice, you drew your body away from his.

His head snapped up to look at you, fearful that he had done something you didn’t like or made you uncomfortable in any way.

His worries were extinguished once taking in the wanting look on your face, eyeing carefully when you reached back to grab your long braid and pull it forward. He followed suit, eagerly bringing his own to present it to you. The ends of your queues unveiled from the hair that protected them once in close proximity with each other.

“[Y/n], we will be mated for life if we do this.” He started, not wanting to rush you into a decision just in case this wasn’t truly what you wanted.

You placed a reassuring kiss on his lips, pressing your forehead against his once you pulled away. “I promise, Nete’. I want this.”

The two of you brought your hands closer, your queues grasping onto each other and intertwining to make Tsaheylu. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes closed, your body trying to adjust to the new feeling that had been gifted to you. It was as if you could now feel everything he was feeling, think everything he was thinking. You felt the immense love he held for you all these years coarse through your veins. He had already told you this, but feeling it was something completely new, a foreign sensation you didn’t know you could crave this badly until now. Neteyam’s head hung below you, and based on the short, uneven breaths that could be heard from him paired with his chest rising and falling— you knew he felt it too.

He finally raised his head to look at you, his hands tenderly rubbing up and down the sides of your body. You allowed your back to be pressed against the soft blanket beneath you as he switched the position the two of you were in, meeting your lips again. His lips chased yours every time he felt you pull away, and with each kiss his lips transferred the burning desire he had onto you. Your mouth parted instinctively when his warm tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you gladly allowed it in, hands fervently grasping onto each other in attempt to be closer than you already were. You smoothed over his chiseled back, fidgeting under him slightly at the heat you felt starting to grow deep in your core while his wandering hands served as further ammunition.

You had no idea where he learned how to do all this but you were so far from a complaint that you wouldn’t even be able to hear if it yelled your name. The two of you kissed like it would be your last, lips melded together to confirm it had been a mistake that they were apart all these years.

“‘Teyam…” You softly moaned against his lips, his ears flicking in delight at the way you called his name. You trailed a hand down his torso, fingers rolling over his abs and feeling them tense at your touch. You rapidly felt yourself growing impatient, your back arching off the ground and your heaving chest coming in contact with his.

His large hand squeezed the plush area where your thigh met your hip, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist securely then dragging his hand back up to continue loving on your heated, dark blue skin. A finger finally slipper under the string of your loincloth and with one swift motion it could be lost and forgotten for the night. His heart was beating against his chest so hard he swore you could hear it. He didn’t bother to open his eyes, but simply hovered his lips over yours with enough room for you to speak.

“Do you want me to stop?” His tone was gruff and deep, tail swishing in delight as he could already feel what the answer was against his leg.

“Please don’t.” You panted out whatever would use up the least time, not wanting his lips to leave yours for more than a second and using your hand at the back of his neck to pull him right back down into you.

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You were glad tonight would be a warm one, seeing as the two of you wouldn’t be moving from this spot anytime soon. Where in the world he had tossed your bottoms was a problem saved for the morning.

Even if you actually wanted to move, you couldn’t. Neteyam’s arms were wrapped so tightly around you, as if you would slip right through his fingers if he let up in the slightest. Not to mention that you were sure the minute you’d try to stand up, the stability of your legs would automatically succeed in embarrassing you.

You couldn’t exactly see just how marked up the skin surrounding your neck and chest looked, but brief flashbacks of him nipping at where he’d seen noticed other men ogling at before pretty much told you that you were in for a treat. Your mother would probably faint if she saw you like this, so you’d make sure to stop and get some yahlnabark in the morning to tend to the bruising before home.

Neither you or Neteyam had taken it upon yourselves to break Tsaheylu, wanting to relish in the unfamiliar feeling of comfort it brought. Enjoying your hearts beating as one, you cuddled closer to him while your queues lay connected between your exhausted bodies.

You spent your time afterwards threading your fingers through his hair and against his scalp, appreciating every part of him. The both of you took turns feeding the other pieces of fruit, easily resembling a cliche married couple on their honeymoon and giggling at yourselves for it, completely lovestruck.

“You are so beautiful… Did I tell you that already?” He twirled the strands of your hair along his fingers, his elbow propping him up and his eyes utterly mesmerized as they trailed from your head to your toes over and over again. He had said it so many times already that you were starting to forget your own name.

You cheesed, nodding your head while he continued to delve into how gorgeous you looked for the umpteenth time regardless of your answer.

The twinkling stars in the sky above begged for your attention, but all your eyes could focus on was him. The way his face lit up when he spoke of something that excited him, the sound of his voice when he laughed at his own corny jokes. You could listen to him go on and on for hours. You lived for it all and didn’t want to miss any of it.

“I won’t disappear, you know,” He chuckled at your melancholy expression, planting a prolonged kiss on your cheek that made your heart skip a beat. “Not this time.” He assured, lifting the back of your hand to kiss your knuckles.

This was definitely something to get used to. Him displaying his love for you so openly as well as literally being able to tell what was on your mind.

“I know that, but I can’t take any chances. I miss you already and you’re right here in front of me.” You pouted, not being able to stop it from transforming into a sheepish smile.

After a while of laying together he started to doze off, his slowed breathing indicating as such. He had tried to keep himself awake for as long as he could, going to sit back up every time he felt his eyes begin to close and swearing that he wasn’t tired. You had to hammer it into his head that you would remain next to him; that if he fell asleep you would still be here in his arms when he woke up. He eventually fell asleep with his head on your chest, his arms maintaining a concrete hold on your body to make sure you would keep your promise. With his tail loosely wrapped around your thigh, indistinct, quiescent snores could be heard from who you had come to love so deeply over the years.

You wished he had been awake so you could poke fun at his possessive behavior. Every time you moved so much as an inch from him, just to see what he would do, he stirred from his slumber and pulled you back flush against him with a muffled, exhausted grunt in protest. The sensation of your heated skin pressed close to his was enough for him to let his guard down and rest without worry, even if it were just for tonight. He knew he still had hardships to face, but the fact that you would be there by his side through it all helped erase all feelings concern. The man who spent his entire life protecting everyone could now bask in the same treatment. One night with you was all that was needed to heal all of his wounds. The confirmation that he now had you as his mate for the rest of his life, and in the next, aided in keeping him sound asleep.

Though it was most likely the influx of newfangled emotions washing over you, you couldn’t help but grow emotional while watching him sleep so soundly. In all your years of knowing Neteyam, you had had never seen him more at peace than he was with you in this very moment. The space between his eyebrows held no weight, his shoulders no tension. His body and mind were completely relaxed for the first time in forever.

Trailing your fingers over the necklace you had made him, you chewed your lip to stop your grin from enveloping you as you remembered the way he had peppered your face with endless kisses just a bit ago, thanking you over and over again for such a thoughtful and sincere gift. He swore the only way he would take it off is if it broke, and even then he would come to you and have you fix it.

You listened to the distant sounds of the forest tucking itself in for the night, insects humming, the leaves on the trees gently swishing when the occasional breeze would pass. If someone had told you just two weeks ago that you and Neteyam would be mated for life, you would have laughed in their face. You couldn’t believe you had gone from being his secret admirer to the love of his life right before your eyes.

You vowed to always support him and love him unconditionally. You would never again allow him to feel less than he was- a beautiful, strong, humble man deserving of all the love he craved and more. You gazed down at him as you felt sleep creeping up on you, brushing the loose hairs from his forehead and seeing the corners of his mouth unconsciously turn up into a subtle smile.

“I see you, Ma Neteyam.” You whispered, eyes softly flittering to a close.

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I absolutely LOVED your jealous fic! Like chefs kiss mwah mwah. I read it and went straight to your requests honestly I love your writing and how you put together your ~spicyness~ in a fic. I was wondering if I could put in a request for ao'nung! (Love my fish boys)

I would like to request a smut fic for rivals to lovers ao'nung x fem Metkayina!reader. The idea I had was they were rivals in like the sense of constantly trying to one up each other but since they are both of age and mateless ronal and tonowari began to worry ao'nung would not find a mate so they decide to ask the reader and the readers family about a promised mate-ship (arranged marriage type deal) since she was close to him. She asks for time to consider it and goes for a walk on the beach where she sees ao'nung and challenges him to a swimming race to a nearby island that is super small but deserted (I imagine it's kinda like one of those make out spots in teen movies) and he looses to her and in frustration of loosing to her and finally letting his feelings for her bubble over he kisses her and smut ensues.

Again I love your writing

-🪲anon

Better Known As My Rival

(Ao'nung x F!Metkayina Reader)

minors dni!

Genre: some fluff, slightest angst, smut if you're patient

Warnings: dom!Aonung, switch!reader, teasing, praising, p in v, thigh riding, swearing (please tell me if theres any i've missed!!)

Backstory: You and Ao'nung, chief Tonowari's only son, have been in constant rivalry ever since him and his friends decided to pick on you two years ago. You had stood up for yourself, pushing him away and reporting the incident to chief Tonowari, making him apologize to you. He was impressed at your self-respect and power, taking an interest in you. From that day on, he was constantly trying to one up you in every situation, and teasing you about it if you weren't up for it, making you instantly change your mind. You never thought that you'd develop a crush on him and his mocking behavior, but here you were, considering mating with him.

Ao'nung and Reader are aged up to 19+ years old!! (Other characters except for Tuk too! Tuk is 12 here, don't be weird)

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You were walking along the closest shore to your Marui pod, in your home village of Awa'atlu. It was sunset, and you had just finished up your daily errands, meaning you would make it home for dinner with your family. You were looking across the shore while walking; the sky was so pretty today. It was purple, with stripes of orange peeking through. You smiled at the beauty of your planet before turning your head back to your front, a bit too late to notice a tall figure in front of you.

You bump into the tall Metkayina male in front of you, your face aligning somewhere around his upper chest. You quickly back away, and look up, recognizing and realizing the male in front of you is your one and only crush, better known as your rival; Ao'nung. You rolled your eyes as he held his hands up next to his head, with his usual smirk plastered on his face. "Woah, no need to give me that attitude, I thought you missed me." he replied to your frown, chuckling as he dropped his arms down.

"I love your confidence for assuming that" you reply with a fake smile, "now move." your smile drops as you walk past him, he just turns around and looks at you moving away before saying "I thought you'd be down to hunt outside of the reef, too bad it seems like I'll be catching the bigger fish." His sentence instantly makes you stop in your tracks and turn around, walking back to him. "Are you out of your mind? The sun is setting, by the time we get out of the reef it'll be dark!" you lecture him, as the smirk that never left his face grows wider. "Even better, the big fish like to come out at night." he replies to your lectures.

"It's way too dangerous either way, no way am I coming with you." you shrug, turning around and starting to walk your initial way again. "Seems your bravery has a limit, I guess I'll just have to win this time." he says in a mocking voice, making you stop once again, and turn around to face him before growling at him. He always did this; tease you until you had to give in. "Fine. Whoever hunts the bigger fish wins." you shout back, calling for your ilu right after and hopping on it once it arrives. He tilts his head, saying "That's the y/n I know of." before calling for his ilu as well.

slight time skip, outside the reef

You had raced your way to the reefs border, because you both tried to one up each other in everything. He had won, even though he called his ilu after you. But then again, it didn't really matter as an ilu race wasn't your actual deal. It was what came now, that you were outside of the reef that mattered. You shared a glance with the male next to you, before smiling cheekily at him and dipping down under the water with your ilu, declaring your competitions beginning. He went underwater shortly after you, catching up to you swimming deeper.

Ao'nung was behind a large rock, watching as you preyed on one of the biggest fish swimming in front of you. You had aimed your weapon at your prey, about to shoot it when it got hit by another arrow. You quickly looked at Aonung, he smirked at you as he swung his empty weapon on his back, swimming towards your prey that he had hunted. You growled while watching him with a frown, your voice getting muffled with the fact that you were underwater.

You look around, hoping to spot a bigger fish, and you do. You quickly swim to hide behind the rock closest to it, preparing your arrow to shoot. Ao'nung's distracted by the prey he stole this time, so you take your chance and capture your prey. You quickly swim back next to him with your fish, smiling cheekily as his expression darkens, accepting his loss. 'I win' you show with your hands, using underwater sign language before swimming back up as your ilu follows. He growls, doing the same as you greet him above the water.

The sky was dark now, like you had predicted beforehand, with the only light coming from the stars. Ao'nung growled at you, more effectively than when he did underwater, "Fuck you y/n" he spat out with a frown entering his face. You just burst out laughing at his anger. "Greediness only brings you more loss," you say between laughs "learn from me." you added on. He rolled his eyes, his ego clearly hurt from losing last minute. You both lead your ilus to the shore you departed from.

slight time skip

"Where have you been, son?." Tonowari asks as Ao'nung enters their home pod. "Hunting" Ao'nung replies as he places down the fish he caught while competing with you. Ronal walks up to the two males as she looks down at the huge fish. "With who'm? It is odd to hunt alone this late at night." she asks, already knowing the answer. In their eyes, you and Ao'nung were very close. They completely ignored the reasons you two were always together though, which was rivarly. "With y/n." Ao'nung replied to his mothers previous question. Ronal and Tonowari shared a glance, before smiling and turning back to Ao'nung. "Which leads us, to what we wanted to talk about with you." Tonowari speaks, adding onto his sons response. Ao'nung looks up at his smiling parents, curious to see why they wanted to talk about you.

"You are of age, and still mateless. There will come a time where you will replace your father as leader" Ronal stated. "we were considering arranging you a mate, and our main option was y/n." she added on as Ao'nungs ears perked up. "We think it would be a perfect match. Y/n's father is a respected warrior, and she is a very beautiful, strong hearted young woman." Tonowari adds on to support his mates idea.

Ao'nungs heart was beating fast. Very fast. He had only wanted to mate with you, ever since your incident two years ago, completely ruling out other options. He knew he wasn't as appealing to you though, as he always teased you, you were constant rivals after all. He had been trying to find excuses, ways to get closer to you romantically to finally ask you to be his mate- but he didn't have to do any of that now. This was perfect, he just hoped you and your parents would accept. A smile crept onto his face as he spoke, "That would be alright. She is pretty, and would make a good mate. I'm fine with that."

Ronal and Tonowari smiled, pleased that their son had agreed with them. They were worried before, thinking Ao'nung might never find a mate if they hadn't taken matters into their own hands. Tonowari called for Tsireya, requesting that she invite you and your family to their pod tomorrow morning to discuss the situation. Tsireya obliged, as Ao'nung walked past his parents, entering his seperate pod. He had only hoped, that you would agree on this decision as well.

time skip, morning of the mate discussion

You are woken up with the constant moving around and fussing happening in your household. Your parents were getting ready, but for a reason you did not know yet, they were dressed very formally. You stood up, approaching your mother, who seemed to have a very bright smile on her face. "What's going on, mother?" you ask, with confusion on your face. She turns her attention towards you, her smile growing even wider as she places her hands on your shoulders. "The Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk have invited us to their pod, they have a very important topic they want to discuss with us."

Your confused expression becomes heavier as a chill runs up your spine. Why was your crush, better known as your rival, Ao'nung's family inviting you and your family to their pod? Was it for a good purpose or not? What if Ao’nung had reported you for beating him in your rivalry yesterday as a way to tease you? What if it was to talk about mating? Your heartbeat stopped at the thought. Could this very important discussion be about mating? A blush crept up your face at the thought of mating with your crush, but then the reality of it all came. 'This won't happen, I'm setting myself up for disappointment' you tell yourself. Your thoughts are interrupted, “Get ready, we are expected soon!” your mother exclaims, as you start to walk back to your separate pod to get dressed in formality.

slight time skip, Ao’nungs Marui pod

You and your parents entered the Olo'eyktans Marui, as the Tsahìk, Ronal welcomed you, taking her index finger from her forehead towards you and your parents (I see you gesture). You do the same, as she speaks "Thank you all for coming." while leading you inside to her mate sitting on their mats. The chief looked up at your parents, taking his index finger from his forehead towards them, before looking at you, his smile growing wider, before doing the same gesture. "Please sit" he asks, as you and your parents do so. They had a smile plastered on their face the entire time, but you had confusion rather than happiness in your mind. You looked around, but couldn't spot Ao'nung, or even Tsireya. However important this conversation seemed to be, it only required you and your parents, which brought back the thoughts in your mind of this being some way of Ao'nung trying to tease you; by reporting you to his parents.

"I hope you are doing well, we have invited you to discuss a very important topic, concerning the relationship of your daughter y/n, and our son Ao'nung." Ronal speaks, instantly making your blood go cold. That bastard. Was he really willing to go to lengths of reporting you to his parents because you beat him at a competition HE had wanted, just to tease you? "We are listening" your father responded. His expression had changed, understanding that this could, in fact, be a negative discussion.

Your mother was unfazed though, the same, smiley expression on her face. Ronal looked at Tonowari, as he cleared his throat. "You may know, my son will replace me as Olo'eyktan soon, however, he is of age and still mateless." he spoke. Your heart started beating, fast. Was this discussion really about mating you and... Ao'nung? 'Don't raise your expectations, you will only face disappointment' you say to yourself, but it isn't enough to calm your heartbeat.

Ronal looks at you, before turning back to your parents. "Y/n and Ao'nung have been close for sometime, they spend most of their days in activities with each other." Ronal speaks. You and Ao'nung were rivals to each other, but to the outer eye, you were close, in a way far away from rivalry. Your heartbeat was getting even faster, overwhelming you. Unnoticeably, you tried to calm your heartbeat like you would before swimming.

"We have invited you today to ask you about a promised mate-ship between your daughter, and our son." Tonowari speaks, looking at you this time. Your parents eyes light up with a smile, as they look at each other before looking back at the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk in front of them. "We would never be foolish enough to deny, we accept!" Your mother speaks with a cheeky smile on her face, as your father looks at you with glistening eyes. Ronal looks at you with a smile on her face (which was something rare to see), as she asks you "What are your opinions, y/n? Would you like time to consider?". Everyones gaze and attention turns to you, waiting for any answer.

Your mother and father look at you with a smile and pleading eyes, begging for you to accept, while Ronal and Tonowari look at you more demandingly. No way this was happening, no way you were being arranged as a mate with your crush, better known as your number one rival. You were overwhelmed, especially with the glares of the four adults sitting next to, and in front of you. You gulped, trying to think clearly. If you accept, you would eventually be mated with your crush, and become future Tsahìk of your clan and village. However, your crush was an annoying tease, and he didn't seem to have any romantic interest in you, which led you into considering if you really wanted to mate with him after all.

You gulped once again, as you finally managed to answer. "Can I please have some time to consider?" Your fathers gaze darkened, as his nostrils flared up, mad that you would even think about denying an opportunity like this. Your mothers smile dropped, as she turned back around to look at your father. Ronal placed a hand on your upper arm, before speaking. "Of course, but you must know, we will look for other mates if you cannot decide until tomorrow night."

You nodded nervously, standing up before your parents did along with Ronal and Tonowari. After countless apologies, you left the Olo'eyktans pod. You had separated from your parents before they could lecture you, as they continued their way to your family pod while you did to the shore closest to it. You were overwhelmed with the new topic, considering the good and bad sides of mating with Ao'nung. You took in a deep breath before looking down at your feet, watching the sand change shape with your every step. Your head shot right back up after seeing another pair of bigger feet facing you, just to realize its the only person you hoped you wouldn't see today- Ao'nung.

You looked into his eyes, you had to admit they were beautiful, just like the ocean. He looked right back, before his usual smirk crawled up his face. "It must be fate, we always seem to come across each other on this shore now, or you just miss me that much." he chuckled, as you rolled your eyes at his behavior. Eywa, he was such an asshole. "What do you want this time?" you sighed, knowing he was only approaching you for competition. His smirk grew wider "How about a swimming race?" he asked.

It wasn't as bad of an idea as you thought, your home- the sea, was where you always went to whenever you felt overwhelmed or stressed. "I'm okay with that," you replied, "where do we start and end?" you added on, catching him off guard. It was rarely that you accepted his competitive ideas easily, so he had gotten used to teasing you until you had to. His smirk grew wider, as he leaned in. "From this shore," his next move brought a blush up to your cheeks. He held you by your waist, turning your body towards the sea, and got behind you, hovering his head over your left shoulder while pointing to a somewhat nearby but isolated island, "to that island." he added on.

You gulped at the feeling of him so close, your body was tense. You could feel his breath on your cheek when he turned his head towards your face. Eywa, you were sure he'd seen you blush because he chuckled lightly. He quickly backed away, but you were too startled to move. "Need a quick breathing exercise? Or are you good to win?" he stated, teasing you about your current condition. He always found a way to, which got you back to focus. "I think YOU'LL need the 'quick breathing exercise' after I beat you." you bite back, as he looks you up and down, then up again. "We'll see about that." he replied, as you both walk into the water, getting deeper to the point where you'd be able to dive.

"Three...Two...One!" you shout, as you and Ao'nung dive into the water at the same time. This was an unfair race- Ao'nung was bigger than you in body proportions. He had a bigger tail, bigger arms, it was an advantage! He started off way ahead, but he underestimated you, as he was so into looking back and chuckling at you being behind, to realize you had gotten so close to him, almost passing him. He looked back once again, but you had switched sides from his right to his left, and flicked your tail harder, taking you one step ahead of him. You hit his left arm with your right hand, gaining his attention as you chuckled at him. He growled underwater, trying to catch up to you but it was too late, you had reached the island.

You got out of the water laughing, moments before Ao'nung did, growling. You moved away your hair from your face as you looked back at him, aggressively walking out of the water onto the plain sand. Your laughing quickly stopped though, as you realized the genuine frustration on his face when he got closer to you. "How the fuck are you always winning? Hm?" he growled out, catching you off guard not only with his words, but also with his face leaning in closer, leaving inches in between the two of you. "Huh? What do you mea-" you managed to speak out, but you were cut off. "Why are you so fucking skilled? It's driving me insane, how impressive you are." he blurted out, looking right into your eyes.

You felt your whole body heat up at his words, you certainly weren't expecting this. Your eyes, that have been on his previously, darted away to his chest, and then later on to his biceps. Eywa, he was toned perfectly, and it made him so attractive. You were too distracted in your own thoughts to notice he had backed away, looking up at the sky before dropping his head back down. "You know y/n, ever since you pushed me away and reported my actions to my father I've been deeply in love with you." he confessed. You felt your heartbeat noticeably get faster, as you unknowingly walked towards him. He looked up at your vulnerable facial expression, before looking to his left as you got closer to him, inches remaining between the two of you once again. You looked at his lips, before speaking. "I guess your feelings are mutual."

His ears perked up, as he turned his gaze back to yours, noticing your attentions on his lips. He leaned in closer, and you could swear you felt his lips brush against yours. "Can I kiss you?" he asked in a low voice. Eywa, the feeling of his lips moving, inches away from yours, it turned you on so much. "You idiot, just do it already." you whispered back, eyes now on his, which staring right back into yours. His right hand went to cup your right cheek, as both of your eyes closed before he kissed you. Your hands met his toned chest, making their way up to wrap around his neck, as he pulls you in by your waist, your kisses continuing passionately.

He kisses your upper lip with his tongue, asking for entry to your mouth, which you allow. Your tongues fight for dominance, because you and Ao'nung try to one up each other in everything. You lose this round though, as he completely dominates over your tongue, his usual smirk crawling onto his mouth while still making out with you.

Your kiss is cut when he places both hands on your waist as he sits, pulling you down on top of him. Your legs were sat at the side of his, as you continued your previously cut make out session. Your left hand holds the nape of his neck, while your right remains on his shoulder. His left hand is holding you firmly by your back, as his right is on your hip. You slowly started to gring against him, feeling his hard on grow even bigger below your heated cunt. He groaned at the feeling of you moving on top of him, as your kiss became more heated.

He slowly breaks the kiss, as the hand that was on your back goes to grab his braided queue, looking deep into your eyes as he holds it in between the both of you. You do the same, connecting both ends and creating your Tsaheylu bond. Ao’nungs pupils dialate, as he begins to kiss all over your neck, both hands now firmly hugging you. Your mouth widens and your eyes close at the feeling of his strong emotions, while your arms wrap around his neck.

Quickly, this moment of pure emotion and vulnerability turns into desire and lust, as Ao’nung throws you onto the sand behind you, quickly placing himself on top of you, with his right hand untying your loincloth. Eywa, his toned arm next to your head, supporting his whole body alone, it was so sexy. He backed away onto his knees after throwing away the piece of clothing he had untied, taking in how wet your womanhood was. He began untying his own loincloth, his gaze never leaving your inner thighs.

You gulped at the erect size of him. He directs his gaze to your face, smirking when he notices you staring at his lower stomach. “Like what you see, hm?” he says, Eywa he was such a tease. “Mhm.. I do actually” you manage to reply, his smirk growing wider as he places himself on top of you once again, kissing you roughly. You grind you hips, a light whimper leaving your lips as your inner thigh brushes against his cock. He looks down, carefully placing himself in front of your entrance, before slamming in while he looks back at you.

Your eyes roll back into your head as your mouth widens into a moan. His pupils grow wider, as your Tsaheylu was still connected. He continued thrusting into you, deep but slowly, as you couldn’t control your moans. “Ao’nung.” you managed to speak, gaining his attention instantly. “Yes y/n?” he replied in a raspy voice, “Fuck me faster” you breathed out- and Eywa, your words were like his key. His upcoming thrusts were faster, as they were already deep, making you a moaning mess. His left hand held your right thigh, as your hands scratched onto his upper back.

"You're so impressive, fuck, you're taking me in so good." Ao'nung panted out, smirking at your moans. Your eyes rolled back into your head at his words, but you've had enough of being dominated by him. With a swift move, you threw him off of you onto the ground, and got on top of him while slowly lifting yourself up and down on his length. He was fully laid down, smirking at you, as you placed both hands on his chest for support. "So skilled, looking so pretty while bouncing on my cock." He lets out a load groan after his sentence, as you teased him, lifting yourself to the point where you almost take his cock out of you, before slamming onto it back again.

It was your turn to smirk now, as his eyes laid onto your breast, getting squeezed together by your arms placed close together on his chest. "I want this off, princess." he smirks while tugging on your top. "Show me some of your skills hm? Take it off for me." you reply, and oh Eywa, his skilled hands, they rip it off of you in one swift move. You moved both arms behind, and placed them on Ao'nungs legs, your smirk growing wider as you displayed yourself for him to see. He looked at your body, taking in how you bounced up and down on his dick, as your breasts did so as well. Eywa, he loved this view so much, it got him so close, and he knew you were too because of your constant clenching around him. But no, he wasn't going to cum like this, and he wasn't going to let you either. He wanted to make you cum, so he held you by your waist and rolled the both of you over, regaining his position on top of you. His thrusts were faster than ever, and you felt the knot in your stomach about to explode.

"I'm gonna cum Ao'nung" you breathed out, reaching out for his neck and pulling him in to kiss him. He kissed back, "Me too princess, you got me so close." he growls in between. Your hands went to grip his shoulder, and you scream out his name when you reach your climax, releasing all over him. His thrusts got sloppier, and you felt him take himself out of you right before coming all over your stomach and breasts. His head fell back, as you clasped your thighs together, missing the feeling of him in you.

He looked back at you, smirking. "I win in dominance" he said while tilting his head to his right. You rolled your eyes while chuckling, as you separated your queues before walking towards the shore. Ao'nung caught up, as he helped wash off his seed from your upper body. It was sunset, and it was magical.

slight time skip, morning after

You and Ao'nung have been love birds all night after your mating, cuddling and swarming each other with kisses. This morning, you swam back to the shore you had departed from yesterday, and you were currently heading to his family pod to announce your mating. "Can't wait to tell the clan you're mine now." he smirked as he intertwined his hand with yours, walking you through the village. You chuckled as you walked with him, "Calm down! Tell your parents first." you said, as you stepped on the dock leading directly into his family pod. People had stared and whispered at you and your mates intertwined hands while you were walking, but you hadn't cared because he was yours, not theirs.

Your mate enters the pod before helping you in, hands never leaving each other. Ronal and Tonowari, who have been sitting down previously stand up to face the new couple. You take your index finger from your forehead towards them, as they do the same gesture, before Ao'nung lets go of your hand just to wrap it around your waist.

"Me and y/n have mated, she will be my Tsahìk when the time comes."

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Omgg I genuinely apologize to whoever requested this, I wrote it so bad :( It was challenging because I’m such a perfectionist, I hate this fic and how long is it but I hope you guys can somehow enjoy??

Thank you so much in your support on my other fics! I’m currently working on a Lo’ak one, and lord is it toe curling.

Until next time,

-dero