Ao'nung's dumb little antic of dragging Lo'ak out of the reef seems to get Neteyam to finally see you. Though you hated his stupidity and impulsiveness, maybe you aren't that mad at him after all.

neteyam x f!metkayina!reader , platonic!ao'nung , rdr has a crush on teyam , she doesn't know if he likes him back , pining , profanities , fluff , crack

read part one here | -> inspired by sabrina's song tears

note : here's part two! you don't really have to read pt1 (tbh js read it bc it's lowk short n sweet ykwim) but for context reader is ao'nung's childhood bsf and she has a crush on neteyam

You drag your dearest best friend by the ear, ignoring his protests of pain as you torture the life out of him. "You did what?!" You exclaim, anger and annoyance rushing in like a tidal wave.

It is no surprise to you that Ao'nung is not the brightest. But right now, you are close to feed him to the akula yourself if you have to.

Just few minutes before, you are met with Ao'nung before the shores, his and his friends laughter echoes loudly against the serene waters, mischief seeping through each vibration.

You stride to him right after. Eyes squinting in suspicion and this feeling you always have when he does something utterly stupid. Ao'nung's head snaps to you just as you stand before him. He doesn't need you to say anything for him to know that you knew. You knew he did something dumb.

The previous laughter that was chuckled out is now gone. His mouth forming a curve downwards devoid of all the glee from before. You pull him away from his circle of bad influence. Well maybe he was the one influencing but they all agreed after all, and to you, it puts them in an equal position.

When he finally confessed, you snapped.

And here you are, fingers pinching the life of his right ear as you meet Ao'nung's bully victim's older brother aka your crush aka Neteyam.

"Y/n." He greets you, that handsome face of him morphed into a sweet smile. Your heart tugs at his smile, knowing that your skxawng friend's behavior will soon rip it off your sight. "And...Ao'nung—oh."

Neteyam's eyes fall at the chief son's state. In pain and powerless right under your grasp. He scrunches his face in discomfort for the man, taking a mental note to never cross you. "So—uhm—what happened?"

His confused stare quickly shifts to anger after you prod Ao'nung to admit his actions. You leave your oldest friend under the mercy of a fuming brother, knowing that Ao'nung is old enough to do better and not fall into the impulse of childish behaviors.

You know the gravity of the situation, you really do. Lo'ak is missing for Eywa's sake. But you are just a girl after all, and you cannot resist the urge to playback the memory of Neteyam's facial expression as he takes a guilty Ao'nung away from your grasp.

May Eywa help you, because why is the only thing you can think of right now is how attractive he looked when he's mad.

𓇼 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

Lo'ak was found hours after. The sun that previously wrapped the skies of Pandora with warmth is now replaced by the cool breeze and soft reflection of the moon.

You almost laugh when you see Tonowari forcing his son to kneel in forgiveness. But the atmosphere was thick and there was no room for jokes, so you swallow your glee as you focus at the situation in hand.

𓇼 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

You are collecting seashells around the edges of the shore the next day. Eyes keen to look for fine pieces to add to the new tops you and Tsireya is making, when you see a foreign hand disrupting your vision.

That shade of blue is not hard to miss. You bite your lip—hard—to suppress the growing smile etching your delicate features.

"I thought you might like this." You turn to see him, Neteyam. In front of you. For no absolute reason at all. Is this it?? Is this the will of Eywa? Though you are successful in hiding your all too happy face, you cannot conceal the way your heart hammers like a giddy child going to her first playdate.

Neteyam hands you, not one, but two pieces of shells. Alike to another yet it has its own distinctive traits—the perfect ornaments for your matching top with Tsireya.

How did he know?

The boy before you flushes a deep indigo hue. Eywa, did you just said those words out loud??

Now it was your turn to feel the blood rush to your cheeks.

"W-well, I heard from Lo'ak Tsireya told him that you both were making matching tops." He starts, embarrassment peeking through. "I saw you picking shells from afar-so I, I don't know, I wanted to help you."

Your heart warms at his initiative. From a young age, you are taught that you cannot force a man to look at you. Because if he really does desires for your attention, he will do it himself. All you have to do is place certain baits and see how he reacts to it.

But right now, you haven't even placed your bait yet.

"Neteyam, I—wow—I don't know how to thank you." Your facade crumbles as a bright grin takes control over your lips. "This is perfect! Reya would be so happy!" You jump into his arms in excitement, not really thinking of the gravity of the aftermath.

Though, the epiphany is quick to fade as you feel the reality of what you just did.

Did you just hug him out of nowhere??? Eywa please come take you right now before you die in shame!!

Neteyam's whole composure stiffens, his brain opting a lag as he feels your arms around him.

"Oh my Eywa, I'm so-" You mutter quickly, humiliation drowning you whole. But before you can untangle yourself from his body, Neteyam slithers an arm around your waist, halting your sudden movements.

"No." He says sternly. "You said you wanted to thank me. This is-this is enough." He then proceeds to embrace you in his arms, your burning face now pressed against his hard chest, ears focused on the speed of his beating heart.

That day you made sure to visit the spirit tree to personally thank Eywa for her grace upon your life.

𓇼 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

"We are even now." Your best friend starts as you enter his family marui.

He was sitting above the floor, a bowl of fruit in front of him. "It was your doing?" You ask, a tone of disappointment cracking out of your frame while you lower yourself down in front of him.

Ao'nung dismisses you fairly quick. "No, no. I only asked Lo'ak to mention what you and Tsireya are planning to do. What happened after that was all his own doing." The man before you gives you a knowing look as he takes a bite of the fruit in his hand.

"He is a fine man, sister. A perfect match for you." Your oldest friend finally admits, a look of pride surging behind those blue eyes.

You pull your knees to your chest then place your chin atop of the two peaks. "Yeah, he really is." A lovesick smile infects your features and Ao'nung scrunches his nose in disgust. "Get your skxawng face out of my marui!"

Tsireya enters the home few seconds after with a knowing look in her face. She's quick on her feet and begs for you to tell her the details. So you three sit there on the floor talking about you and Neteyam, her and Lo'ak, and most certainly about Ao'nung's lacking love life. Echoes of laughter fills the pod with that familiar warmth a decade before. A time when you all could barely swim and hold your breaths for five minutes.

"Now, now, Ao'nung. About this girl you like..."

s'notes -> it's me im the girl ao'nung likes btw 😝😝

taglist @h4chi @neteyamurmakto @fari2cute

Ao'nung's dumb little antic of dragging Lo'ak out of the reef seems to get Neteyam to finally see you. Though you hated his stupidity and impulsiveness, maybe you aren't that mad at him after all.

neteyam x f!metkayina!reader , platonic!ao'nung , rdr has a crush on teyam , she doesn't know if he likes him back , pining , profanities , fluff , crack

read part one here | -> inspired by sabrina's song tears

note : here's part two! you don't really have to read pt1 (tbh js read it bc it's lowk short n sweet ykwim) but for context reader is ao'nung's childhood bsf and she has a crush on neteyam

You drag your dearest best friend by the ear, ignoring his protests of pain as you torture the life out of him. "You did what?!" You exclaim, anger and annoyance rushing in like a tidal wave.

It is no surprise to you that Ao'nung is not the brightest. But right now, you are close to feed him to the akula yourself if you have to.

Just few minutes before, you are met with Ao'nung before the shores, his and his friends laughter echoes loudly against the serene waters, mischief seeping through each vibration.

You stride to him right after. Eyes squinting in suspicion and this feeling you always have when he does something utterly stupid. Ao'nung's head snaps to you just as you stand before him. He doesn't need you to say anything for him to know that you knew. You knew he did something dumb.

The previous laughter that was chuckled out is now gone. His mouth forming a curve downwards devoid of all the glee from before. You pull him away from his circle of bad influence. Well maybe he was the one influencing but they all agreed after all, and to you, it puts them in an equal position.

When he finally confessed, you snapped.

And here you are, fingers pinching the life of his right ear as you meet Ao'nung's bully victim's older brother aka your crush aka Neteyam.

"Y/n." He greets you, that handsome face of him morphed into a sweet smile. Your heart tugs at his smile, knowing that your skxawng friend's behavior will soon rip it off your sight. "And...Ao'nung—oh."

Neteyam's eyes fall at the chief son's state. In pain and powerless right under your grasp. He scrunches his face in discomfort for the man, taking a mental note to never cross you. "So—uhm—what happened?"

His confused stare quickly shifts to anger after you prod Ao'nung to admit his actions. You leave your oldest friend under the mercy of a fuming brother, knowing that Ao'nung is old enough to do better and not fall into the impulse of childish behaviors.

You know the gravity of the situation, you really do. Lo'ak is missing for Eywa's sake. But you are just a girl after all, and you cannot resist the urge to playback the memory of Neteyam's facial expression as he takes a guilty Ao'nung away from your grasp.

May Eywa help you, because why is the only thing you can think of right now is how attractive he looked when he's mad.

𓇼 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

Lo'ak was found hours after. The sun that previously wrapped the skies of Pandora with warmth is now replaced by the cool breeze and soft reflection of the moon.

You almost laugh when you see Tonowari forcing his son to kneel in forgiveness. But the atmosphere was thick and there was no room for jokes, so you swallow your glee as you focus at the situation in hand.

𓇼 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

You are collecting seashells around the edges of the shore the next day. Eyes keen to look for fine pieces to add to the new tops you and Tsireya is making, when you see a foreign hand disrupting your vision.

That shade of blue is not hard to miss. You bite your lip—hard—to suppress the growing smile etching your delicate features.

"I thought you might like this." You turn to see him, Neteyam. In front of you. For no absolute reason at all. Is this it?? Is this the will of Eywa? Though you are successful in hiding your all too happy face, you cannot conceal the way your heart hammers like a giddy child going to her first playdate.

Neteyam hands you, not one, but two pieces of shells. Alike to another yet it has its own distinctive traits—the perfect ornaments for your matching top with Tsireya.

How did he know?

The boy before you flushes a deep indigo hue. Eywa, did you just said those words out loud??

Now it was your turn to feel the blood rush to your cheeks.

"W-well, I heard from Lo'ak Tsireya told him that you both were making matching tops." He starts, embarrassment peeking through. "I saw you picking shells from afar-so I, I don't know, I wanted to help you."

Your heart warms at his initiative. From a young age, you are taught that you cannot force a man to look at you. Because if he really does desires for your attention, he will do it himself. All you have to do is place certain baits and see how he reacts to it.

But right now, you haven't even placed your bait yet.

"Neteyam, I—wow—I don't know how to thank you." Your facade crumbles as a bright grin takes control over your lips. "This is perfect! Reya would be so happy!" You jump into his arms in excitement, not really thinking of the gravity of the aftermath.

Though, the epiphany is quick to fade as you feel the reality of what you just did.

Did you just hug him out of nowhere??? Eywa please come take you right now before you die in shame!!

Neteyam's whole composure stiffens, his brain opting a lag as he feels your arms around him.

"Oh my Eywa, I'm so-" You mutter quickly, humiliation drowning you whole. But before you can untangle yourself from his body, Neteyam slithers an arm around your waist, halting your sudden movements.

"No." He says sternly. "You said you wanted to thank me. This is-this is enough." He then proceeds to embrace you in his arms, your burning face now pressed against his hard chest, ears focused on the speed of his beating heart.

That day you made sure to visit the spirit tree to personally thank Eywa for her grace upon your life.

𓇼 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

"We are even now." Your best friend starts as you enter his family marui.

He was sitting above the floor, a bowl of fruit in front of him. "It was your doing?" You ask, a tone of disappointment cracking out of your frame while you lower yourself down in front of him.

Ao'nung dismisses you fairly quick. "No, no. I only asked Lo'ak to mention what you and Tsireya are planning to do. What happened after that was all his own doing." The man before you gives you a knowing look as he takes a bite of the fruit in his hand.

"He is a fine man, sister. A perfect match for you." Your oldest friend finally admits, a look of pride surging behind those blue eyes.

You pull your knees to your chest then place your chin atop of the two peaks. "Yeah, he really is." A lovesick smile infects your features and Ao'nung scrunches his nose in disgust. "Get your skxawng face out of my marui!"

Tsireya enters the home few seconds after with a knowing look in her face. She's quick on her feet and begs for you to tell her the details. So you three sit there on the floor talking about you and Neteyam, her and Lo'ak, and most certainly about Ao'nung's lacking love life. Echoes of laughter fills the pod with that familiar warmth a decade before. A time when you all could barely swim and hold your breaths for five minutes.

"Now, now, Ao'nung. About this girl you like..."

s'notes -> it's me im the girl ao'nung likes btw 😝😝

taglist @h4chi @neteyamurmakto @fari2cute

You know things between you and Luke will never go back to how they were before

luke castellan x f!reader , rdr is apollo's daughter , established relationship , break up kinda , angst no comfort , betrayal

-> inspired by niki's song before

note : oh my gosh s2 was crazy i can't wait for the rest to come?? also i had trouble thinking of what fic to write for this hottie but then i was like 🤔🤔 Btw i've read the books like yrs ago and i alr forgot alot of stuffs from the 1st szn so im sorry if there r major/minor mistakes omgg

You knew something was dead wrong the last time you've seen him. No—you knew something was dead wrong few weeks before his disappearance.

Yet you couldn't bring yourself to speak up to him on it until it was too late.

You knew what happened to Percy in those woods. That night when he tried to kill the innocent boy before disappearing. You knew because before that, he brought you there to take you with him. To join him and his rebellion.

"Luke? Why are we ditching the others?" You laughed as you ran with him, hand in hand through the forest. You've done this a million times with him before, yet for some reason, you can't shake the uneasy feeling that is slowly devouring you whole.

It was playful at first. He kisses you against a tree in the center of the forest. You laugh, you always do. You think the shade the trees offer gives you privacy, a moment between just the two of you.

Your arms wrap around his neck, his wraps around your waist and the back of your head to protect you from the tree's ragged surface. You share minutes of glee between each shared breath.

Nothing is wrong. You try to tell yourself.

The sun begins to set, your father's chariot retreating into the night. Dark orange hue touches his face with such grace as if it were sculpted by the gods themselves. You trail your fingers along the supple skin, and he leans into your palm in reflex.

You know something is wrong the moment he pulls you here. You've always known when he tries to hide something. But you don't rush him; you wait for him to comply.

Some of us are not meant to be warriors. You are not brave like a child of Ares, nor are you sharp like a child of Athena. Instead, you are patient and calm. Perfect characteristics of a bow wielder.

Though you are adapted to the bow, akin to your half-siblings, you much prefer the tranquility of a healer. You help fix wounds, not create them.

So when his blade pierces your heart, you don't think to strike back. You want to help heal the rotting flesh that is ruining him inside and out.

He starts talking about this plan of his, about Kronos. About the new golden age that is yet to come. He talks all high and mightly, like he is proud. But all you see is a hurt child who feels abandoned by his parent. He never asked for his existence yet why is he ones that falls under the hands of suffering?

Luke offers his hand to you. And by this, he offers a new path. A path against the gods, against Zeus, against your father.

Your eyes are glued to his hovering hand, still waiting for you to take it. The fingers in your hand itch to take it, to stand with him along all of his plans to revive the fallen Titans.

But betraying the gods means betraying your father. The one that gave you all this ability that made you, you. You think about the lives you've saved, the people you've helped.

So you say no. You cannot let yourself be fueled by such hatred.

Disappointment rushes into his eyes like a tidal wave, strong and unforgiving. He pleads for you to join his side of the war; he cannot imagine a life without you. But you are stern with your rejection.

You are not the first person they call to battle. You are the one they call after it ends. To treat the wounded. To start a war means to start chaos, not fix it.

Your heart breaks as you say those words. "We are over, Luke." Crystal tears running down the slope of your cheek. As much as you want to heal him, you remember what your father said to you once. Not everyone can be healed.

To be healed means to accept changes and welcome new scars. You cannot heal someone who feels content with their bleeding heart, even if it kills them.

So you don't run to him as he turns his back. You don't chase after him even though deep down, that's all you wanted to do.

You stand on your ground, eyes devoid of light like the night. Because from then on, you knew that things between you and Luke would never go back to the way they were before.

Ao'nung's dumb little antic of dragging Lo'ak out of the reef seems to get Neteyam to finally see you. Though you hated his stupidity and impulsiveness, maybe you aren't that mad at him after all.

neteyam x f!metkayina!reader , platonic!ao'nung , rdr has a crush on teyam , she doesn't know if he likes him back , pining , profanities , fluff , crack

read part one here | -> inspired by sabrina's song tears

note : here's part two! you don't really have to read pt1 (tbh js read it bc it's lowk short n sweet ykwim) but for context reader is ao'nung's childhood bsf and she has a crush on neteyam

You drag your dearest best friend by the ear, ignoring his protests of pain as you torture the life out of him. "You did what?!" You exclaim, anger and annoyance rushing in like a tidal wave.

It is no surprise to you that Ao'nung is not the brightest. But right now, you are close to feed him to the akula yourself if you have to.

Just few minutes before, you are met with Ao'nung before the shores, his and his friends laughter echoes loudly against the serene waters, mischief seeping through each vibration.

You stride to him right after. Eyes squinting in suspicion and this feeling you always have when he does something utterly stupid. Ao'nung's head snaps to you just as you stand before him. He doesn't need you to say anything for him to know that you knew. You knew he did something dumb.

The previous laughter that was chuckled out is now gone. His mouth forming a curve downwards devoid of all the glee from before. You pull him away from his circle of bad influence. Well maybe he was the one influencing but they all agreed after all, and to you, it puts them in an equal position.

When he finally confessed, you snapped.

And here you are, fingers pinching the life of his right ear as you meet Ao'nung's bully victim's older brother aka your crush aka Neteyam.

"Y/n." He greets you, that handsome face of him morphed into a sweet smile. Your heart tugs at his smile, knowing that your skxawng friend's behavior will soon rip it off your sight. "And...Ao'nung—oh."

Neteyam's eyes fall at the chief son's state. In pain and powerless right under your grasp. He scrunches his face in discomfort for the man, taking a mental note to never cross you. "So—uhm—what happened?"

His confused stare quickly shifts to anger after you prod Ao'nung to admit his actions. You leave your oldest friend under the mercy of a fuming brother, knowing that Ao'nung is old enough to do better and not fall into the impulse of childish behaviors.

You know the gravity of the situation, you really do. Lo'ak is missing for Eywa's sake. But you are just a girl after all, and you cannot resist the urge to playback the memory of Neteyam's facial expression as he takes a guilty Ao'nung away from your grasp.

May Eywa help you, because why is the only thing you can think of right now is how attractive he looked when he's mad.

𓇼 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

Lo'ak was found hours after. The sun that previously wrapped the skies of Pandora with warmth is now replaced by the cool breeze and soft reflection of the moon.

You almost laugh when you see Tonowari forcing his son to kneel in forgiveness. But the atmosphere was thick and there was no room for jokes, so you swallow your glee as you focus at the situation in hand.

𓇼 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

You are collecting seashells around the edges of the shore the next day. Eyes keen to look for fine pieces to add to the new tops you and Tsireya is making, when you see a foreign hand disrupting your vision.

That shade of blue is not hard to miss. You bite your lip—hard—to suppress the growing smile etching your delicate features.

"I thought you might like this." You turn to see him, Neteyam. In front of you. For no absolute reason at all. Is this it?? Is this the will of Eywa? Though you are successful in hiding your all too happy face, you cannot conceal the way your heart hammers like a giddy child going to her first playdate.

Neteyam hands you, not one, but two pieces of shells. Alike to another yet it has its own distinctive traits—the perfect ornaments for your matching top with Tsireya.

How did he know?

The boy before you flushes a deep indigo hue. Eywa, did you just said those words out loud??

Now it was your turn to feel the blood rush to your cheeks.

"W-well, I heard from Lo'ak Tsireya told him that you both were making matching tops." He starts, embarrassment peeking through. "I saw you picking shells from afar-so I, I don't know, I wanted to help you."

Your heart warms at his initiative. From a young age, you are taught that you cannot force a man to look at you. Because if he really does desires for your attention, he will do it himself. All you have to do is place certain baits and see how he reacts to it.

But right now, you haven't even placed your bait yet.

"Neteyam, I—wow—I don't know how to thank you." Your facade crumbles as a bright grin takes control over your lips. "This is perfect! Reya would be so happy!" You jump into his arms in excitement, not really thinking of the gravity of the aftermath.

Though, the epiphany is quick to fade as you feel the reality of what you just did.

Did you just hug him out of nowhere??? Eywa please come take you right now before you die in shame!!

Neteyam's whole composure stiffens, his brain opting a lag as he feels your arms around him.

"Oh my Eywa, I'm so-" You mutter quickly, humiliation drowning you whole. But before you can untangle yourself from his body, Neteyam slithers an arm around your waist, halting your sudden movements.

"No." He says sternly. "You said you wanted to thank me. This is-this is enough." He then proceeds to embrace you in his arms, your burning face now pressed against his hard chest, ears focused on the speed of his beating heart.

That day you made sure to visit the spirit tree to personally thank Eywa for her grace upon your life.

𓇼 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

"We are even now." Your best friend starts as you enter his family marui.

He was sitting above the floor, a bowl of fruit in front of him. "It was your doing?" You ask, a tone of disappointment cracking out of your frame while you lower yourself down in front of him.

Ao'nung dismisses you fairly quick. "No, no. I only asked Lo'ak to mention what you and Tsireya are planning to do. What happened after that was all his own doing." The man before you gives you a knowing look as he takes a bite of the fruit in his hand.

"He is a fine man, sister. A perfect match for you." Your oldest friend finally admits, a look of pride surging behind those blue eyes.

You pull your knees to your chest then place your chin atop of the two peaks. "Yeah, he really is." A lovesick smile infects your features and Ao'nung scrunches his nose in disgust. "Get your skxawng face out of my marui!"

Tsireya enters the home few seconds after with a knowing look in her face. She's quick on her feet and begs for you to tell her the details. So you three sit there on the floor talking about you and Neteyam, her and Lo'ak, and most certainly about Ao'nung's lacking love life. Echoes of laughter fills the pod with that familiar warmth a decade before. A time when you all could barely swim and hold your breaths for five minutes.

"Now, now, Ao'nung. About this girl you like..."

s'notes -> it's me im the girl ao'nung likes btw 😝😝

taglist @h4chi @neteyamurmakto @fari2cute

❀: “marked by eywa”

pairing: aged-up!neteyam sully x f!omatikaya!reader

summary: neteyam flirts with danger and admirers, but he can’t hide his feelings. when he claims you, the two of you lose yourselves in the glowing forest, your bond igniting into something raw and undeniable.

warnings: MDNI 18+ !! two-thousand words of angsty foreplay, mating / tsaheylu before eywa, porn with plot, slight longing, fingering, oral (fem recieving), p in v, dirty talk, lots of teasing, literally one sentence of a breeding kink, possessiveness.

word count: 3.6k

kelutral - home tree. nantang - viperwolf. skxawng - idiot. paskalin - sweet berry. yawne - beloved.

The sacred fire crackles at the heart of the Kelutral, sparks spiralling upward like prayers carried to Eywa. Its warm glow illuminates the faces of the gathered clan, casting shifting light across painted faces and braided hair. Before the people stand the newly proven warriors – Neteyam among them – shoulder to shoulder. Tall and unyielding, their broad chests are adorned with fresh beads and tightly bound cummerbunds, the marks of Iknimaya earned through blood and breath.

Your gaze finds Neteyam without effort. His bioluminescent markings glow softly beneath the firelight, pulsing faintly, alive – proud. The scent of roasted yerik mingles with crushed fruit and smoke, heavy and celebratory, as drums pulse in rhythm with the thrum of your heartbeat. The night is alive with triumph, and something quietly electric in the air.

Jake Sully’s voice carries over the murmurs of the crowd.  

"Tonight, we honor these warriors. They have proven themselves. And now… they may choose their paths – their mates, if Eywa wills it."

A ripple of excitement moves through the gathered Na’vi.  

Neteyam stands tall among the others, his expression calm; but you catch the way his tail flicks once, betraying his nerves.  

As the crowd loosens and bodies begin to mingle, laughter spilling into the open space, you start to move towards him, drawn instinctively to his side. You slow however, at the sight of another approaching.

From the edge of the circle, Vi’rey steps forward, her golden eyes gleaming beneath fluttering lashes, beaded braids clicking softly as she moves. She wears her finest woven jewelry, her every move deliberate. She doesn’t hesitate, heading straight for Neteyam.  

"The son of Toruk Makto must have many admirers," she says loudly enough for others to hear, her fingers brushing his forearm. Her voice lowers, the space between them shrinking into a private hush, before she purrs, "Strong hunters. Skilled weavers. Those who would bring honor to his name.”

The implication hangs in the air. Neteyam stiffens. But he doesn’t pull away. 

You watch from the shadows of the gathered crowd, your stomach twisting. He’s too kind. Too honorable. He won’t embarrass her publicly, even if his eyes keep flickering toward you. 

Vi’rey smirks, taking his silence as encouragement.  

"Perhaps tomorrow," she murmurs, leaning closer, "you will show me the new trails by the eastern river?" 

A muscle jumps in Neteyam’s jaw, but he dips his head in a shallow nod. "Perhaps." 

The word is polite. Noncommittal.  

But it still makes your chest ache.  

⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹

The feast stretches into the deep hours of night, the air thick with laughter and the low hum of whispered promise as the celebration devolves from formal rite to social gathering. 

You watch from the edges as warriors weave through the crowd; some already paired off, fingers tangled in new embraces, others still circling like sharp-fanged nantang. 

You keep a careful eye on Neteyam as he makes polite conversation with other candidates who approach him. It makes your skin itch with irritation to watch him play the part of gracious warrior as they touch and preen at him – but he never lets them get too close.

Neteyam remains near the fire, caught in an endless rotation of admirers.  

Vi’rey hasn’t left his side. She laughs too loudly at his dry remarks, her fingers tracing the freshly woven beads around his neck.  

Beside you, a few of your friends gather for the festivities, voices dancing between hushed whispers and soft giggles. The fire flares, spilling warm gold across their delicate features. Se’lanu hums thoughtfully, her eyes flicking to yours with knowing anticipation – as if she’s asked you something already. Perhaps she has. But your thoughts have wandered elsewhere, far beyond the circle of light.

You watch him through the flames. His shoulders sit easy, a quiet calm softening his features. He leans forward just enough to catch the words of the girl beside him, attention unforced, unguarded. One leg is propped up, his arm draped loosely over it – comfortable and grounded.

Then, his gaze skates across the gathering and finds yours.  

His smile fades, replaced by a tender intensity, the firelight illuminating the sharp planes of his face. His head inclines in a near-imperceptible greeting – a silent reassurance – before Vi'rey leans in again, demanding his attention with a coy smile.

Se’lanu bumps her shoulder against yours, her eyes glittering with something you can't quite place, breaking through the fog of your thoughts.

"Still moon-eyed over him?" she murmurs, voice warm with amusement.

Your eyes break away from his hesitantly, head half turning to meet hers before turning away entirely, suddenly transfixed by the leaf of food in front of you.

“I do not know what you mean,” you deflect.

Se’lanu snorts into her cup of fermented fruit nectar, the sound entirely ungraceful.  

"Oh? So you weren’t staring at Neteyam like he hung the stars in the sky?" She leans in, her grin widening as she nudges you again. "Your ears are flicking. You’re a terrible liar."  

Across the fire, Vi’rey lets out a peal of laughter – too loud, too performative – as she leans closer to Neteyam, her hand resting possessively on his forearm.  

You stab your roasted yovo root a little too aggressively.  

Se’lanu’s smirk softens into something more sympathetic. "You should go to him," she murmurs. "Before someone else does."  

Your fingers tighten around your eating stick. "He’s surrounded." 

"And yet," she says pointedly, "his eyes keep finding you."  

A beat passes, the moment heavy with contemplation. 

“It’s not like that. I’ve tried – tirelessly – and he hasn't seemed to get the message. That, or he's choosing to ignore it,” you sigh, defeat heavy in your chest. “Even so, he’s not even trying to hide it.” 

Your eyes lift to his figure once more. “He seems perfectly content,” you add, the word sharp with sarcasm.

Se’lanu’s shifts with understatement.

"Content?" she scoffs, her brows furrowing in disbelief. "More like tolerating. Have you not seen how he looks at you? It's as if the rest of the world doesn't exist when you're in range."

She gives your shoulder a gentle shake. "Stop being so stubborn, skxawng. Go to him."

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Across the fire, Neteyam leans back against a broad tree root, the bark rough against his bare shoulders. The flames cast flickering shadows across his face, sharpening the line of his jaw, the quiet intensity in his golden eyes as they dart – again – to where you sit. He scolds himself.

Vi’rey leans in close, her laughter brushing his ear as she says something meant only for him, bright eyes flicking up to gauge his reaction. When she is met with silence, she notices his absent mindedness.  

"You're distracted," she murmurs, too observant for his liking.  

Neteyam’s tail flicks once – a barely restrained twitch of irritation. "Just tired," he lies smoothly.  

She hums, unconvinced. "Perhaps you need… company to help you relax." Her voice drops, laden with implication.  

His fingers tighten around his wooden cup. "Vi’rey." A warning.  

She only smiles, undeterred. "Come now, Neteyam. You must know how many would kill to be in my place right now." Her hand slides down to his forearm, possessive. "Why resist what’s inevitable?"  

Neteyam’s gaze cuts back to you – watching Se’lanu nudge you, watching your reluctant smile – before he exhales sharply.  

“I don't see why I need to rush anything,” he drawls half-heartedly.

"Is that so?" Vi'rey purrs, her eyes glittering in the firelight. "So you're happy just... waiting around?"  

He sighs. "I didn't say that."

"Then what is it?" She leans closer, her fingers tracing a maddening path up his shoulder. "What – or who – exactly are you waiting for?"

‘Not you’. The words cut through his mind, sharp and instinctive. His jaw tightens, shoulders stiffening as he pulls back just enough to put space between them.

“Not everything has to be like that,” he growls, low and final, the edge in his voice making it clear a line has been drawn.

Her hand drops, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before it's replaced by a pout. "I don't know why you're being so difficult," she sulks, leaning back against the tree root. "You act like you're not even attracted to me."  

Neteyam can't help but roll his eyes, his tail flicking irritably. "That's because I'm not."

Her face falls, "excuse you?," she snaps, voice clipped.  

Neteyam exhales sharply through his nose, his patience wearing thin.  

"You heard me." His voice drops, low and dangerous – the same tone he uses before a fight. “This ends now."  

Vi’rey’s lips part in stunned silence. Around them, the chatter of her friends dims, sensing the shift in tension.  

Neteyam doesn’t care.  

He pushes to his feet in one fluid motion, leaving his cup behind as he strides past Vi’rey’s furious glare, cutting through the crowd with single-minded purpose – straight towards you.  

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One moment, you're rolling your eyes at Se’lanu’s relentless teasing, the next, a shadow falls over you.  

You barely have time to blink before Neteyam’s hand closes around your wrist, hauling you upright with a single, effortless pull. Your chest collides with his, the warmth of him searing through your skin.  

Se’lanu barely stifles a laugh as Neteyam tosses a gruff "Borrowing her" over his shoulder, already dragging you away before you can protest.  

"Neteyam–!" you hiss, stumbling after him as he weaves through the crowd, his grip unrelenting.  

He doesn’t slow until you’re both deep in the shadow of the towering roots, the sounds of the feast distant. Only then does he spin you around, caging you between his arms, the glow of his markings painting your face in flickering blue.  

His voice is rough, raw with frustration. "Enough." 

You swallow. "Enough what?" 

His nostrils flare. "Enough pretending. Enough waiting. Enough—" His fingers dig into your hips. "Dancing around this, around us. Letting everyone else get close to me, talk to me, when it should’ve been you this whole time."

Your pulse roars in your ears.  

“You mean you knew?” Your voice sharpens despite yourself, disbelief threading every word. “You knew this whole time – and you just let whatever this was keep happening?”

His breath fans hot over your lips as he leans in – close, so close – and growls, "I’m saying it now." 

Your heart stutters despite yourself. You exhale, steadying your voice. “Sorry, no– I’m just… trying to understand.” Your gaze lifts to his, searching. “You’re telling me you felt the same, this whole time, and yet you’ve been entertaining the idea of other girls. As if I wasn’t already yours. As if you aren't mine?”

His grip tightens, his breath coming faster; like he can't believe you're making him say it.  

"I was never theirs," he snaps, voice fraying at the edges. "How could I be, when every time I close my eyes, all I see is you?" 

His forehead drops against yours, his next words a desperate rasp. "I was waiting for you to claim me."

A shudder runs through you.  

“Then consider yourself claimed," you half whisper, half bite – before surging up to finally kiss him.  

Neteyam groans, low and unrestrained, as his arms crush you against him like he’s done pretending restraint exists. He takes control of the kiss completely, mouth claiming yours with a heat that borders on desperate; hungry and undeniable. His lips move with purpose, slow and deep, stealing your breath until your head spins and your knees threaten to give way.

The kiss is consuming. His grip tightens, one hand sliding up your spine, fingers splaying possessively as if to remind you exactly where you belong. You can feel the tension he’s been holding back for weeks – months – pouring into this single moment, every brush of his mouth heavy with need.

The world dissolves. No firelight. No voices. Just the heat of his body, the press of his mouth, the quiet, feral sound he makes when you melt into him. This isn’t gentle. This is want, long denied and finally unleashed.

Neteyam breaks the kiss panting, the sound ragged and unsteady as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, breath shuddering against your skin.

"I'm never letting you go again," he rasps, voice hoarse. "Not ever".

His lips find the sensitive spot under your ear, and you shiver.

"Good," you manage. "Because I wasn't planning on letting you go either."

You feel him smirk into the skin of your shoulder, nibbling gently at the curve. His fingers slide down your waist, tracing idle patterns across your hip, before pulling back to tug you gently.

He guides you along winding roots and well-worn paths, the forest bathed in a gentle bioluminescent glow that makes your star-like freckles shimmer softly against your skin. The air is rich with the scent of damp earth, heavy and intimate, carrying a quiet tension. His hands remain firmly intertwined with yours, steady and warm, as he moves through the canopy with effortless grace.

The Tree of Souls is as enchanting as ever, glowing purple tendrils enticing as they sway gently in the hush of the night, each pulse of light echoing like a living heartbeat. The air hums here – thick with memory and something quietly sacred – wrapping around you both as you step into its glow.

Neteyam slows, fingers still laced with yours, as if reluctant to let the moment rush past. The luminescence paints him in soft violet and blue, catching along his cheekbones and the curve of his shoulders, and for a breath you simply stand there together, bathed in Eywa’s light. The forest seems to lean in, listening.

Neteyam doesn’t wait. He’s on you – mouth searing hot against yours, hands already pulling at the ties of your loincloth. Neteyam’s lips leave yours only to trace the curve of your jaw, teeth scraping lightly, testing, before his tongue soothes the sting. His hands roam, unhurried, mapping every dip and curve of your body beneath him as if committing you to memory.  

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he admits, voice thick as his fingers brush the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder. “How you’d sound. How you’d feel.”

You arch into his touch as his palm skims down your stomach, dipping teasingly below your waistband – so close – before retreating to grip your hip instead.  

You pant breathlessly, grinding against him. His mouth is on your collarbone, kissing, biting, worshiping every inch of skin he can. You gasp as his fingers slide between your thighs, finding you already slick for him, always for him, and his groan vibrates against your lips.  

“Eywa, you’re perfect.” His touch is deliberate, circling your clit with agonizing slowness until your thighs tremble.  

“Neteyam–”

“Shh.” He nips at your earlobe. “Let me take my time.”

And he does, drawing out every gasp, every shudder, until you’re writhing beneath him, desperate for more. Neteyam’s lips trail down your throat, slow and deliberate, his hot breath ghosting over your skin as his other hand slides its way up your torso, gently kneading at your breasts. You moan softly.

He grunts against your pulse, voice like dark honey, rough and intoxicating. His teeth graze your collarbone, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you gasp. ““Shiit, baby… so eager for me, trembling for me already?”

His movements speed up, sleek fingers putting more pressure on your nub. His fingers ghost over your hole enticingly, aching and clenching around nothing, leaving you gasping with anticipation. His golden eyes are locked on yours, drinking in every twitch of your expression.  

“Tell me,” he rasps, thumb pressing just a little harder. “Tell me who you belong to.”  

“You,” you gasp, hands fisting in his hair. “Always you.”

His growl of approval vibrates through your chest as he finally slides two fingers inside you, curling them just right.  

“Good girl.” 

He lingers a moment longer, nothing but the sounds of your whimpers and his digits pumping in and out of your heat fill the cooling air. His breath comes ragged between kisses, voice wrecked. 

“Need to taste you, honey.”

Neteyam’s grip tightens on your thighs as he drags you down to the mossy canopy floor, his eyes burning with hunger. “Spread for me,” he growls – and you do, trembling as rips off your loincloth before settling between your legs, his breath hot against your soaked folds.  

He doesn’t dive in immediately, he taunts, nipping at your inner thigh, running his tongue over your sensitive skin while his fingers continue to pump lazily inside you.  

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, dragging his nose through your slick. “All for me.” 

Then, his tongue licks a slow, torturous stripe up your center, and you jolt, a broken cry escaping your lips.  

“Haa–!” 

He chuckles darkly, gripping your hips to keep you still as he does it again – slower this time, savoring the way you squirm.  

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you.”  

His mouth seals over your clit, sucking hard, and your vision whites out. His fingers curl, thrusting in time with his tongue, dragging you mercilessly toward the edge. 

Then he pulls back, leaving you empty, and you whimper in protest.  

Neteyam’s smirk is downright sinful as he rises over you, his cock pressing against your soaked entrance.  

“Now,” he pants, “you can come on my tongue, or you can come on my cock. Choose.” 

Your eyes meet his glazed over ones, amber irises now almost non-existent, pupils blown wide with lust and something deeper – dangerous, primal.

“I–,” you begin, choking on your own need, “Need to feel you. All of you.” 

Neteyam hooks his arms under your thighs, dragging you flush against his groin. His hands pin your wrists above your head as he removes his own garments, dragging the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds teasingly, making you whine. 

"You want it, baby?" His voice is raw, wrecked. "Gonna fuck you so deep you forget everyone else.”

You buck your hips, desperate, but he holds you down, grinding against your clit just to hear you sob.  

His eyes soften slightly, before flicking between your flushed face and the braided, hair-like appendage resting against the mossy bed. The delicate tendrils curve invitingly, drawing him in with quiet allure.

Neteyam lifts his queue over his shoulder, guiding it toward yours with a feather-light touch, the movement careful and deliberate. You can feel the pounding of your heart, can feel the way his breath stutters as his pulse begins to slow.  

He whispers something in Na'vi under his breath – a prayer or plea, you're not quite sure – then, gently, "May I?"

You shiver as his words hit you. His voice is gruff, but it's the sincerity in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat.  

"Yes," you whisper, voice breaking. "Please."  

He doesn't need to be told twice, the second the word leaves your lips he's surging forward, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss, all consuming and sickenly sweet, as he connects your queues. 

A wave of intimacy washes over you both, a heady mix of pleasure and love that feels infinite and yet never enough. Tsaheylu – mates for life. The truth hits you as you open your eyes; he is yours, just as completely as you are his.

The bond tugs at your cores, deep and hot.

Then, without warning, he slams into you with one brutal thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt. Your back arches off the ground as he fills you, his groan guttural against your neck.  

"Shit baby, you’re so tight–"

You claw at his shoulders, nails digging in as he pistons into you, each stroke hitting deeper, harder. His breath comes in ragged bursts, his moans unchecked.  

"Fuck– this pussy–" His hips snap forward, relentless. "Made for me. Only me."  

His hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing, just holding and claiming as his pace turns brutal.

"Gonna breed you right here," he snarls, voice breaking. "Gonna ruin you for anyone else."  

You cry out as pleasure coils tight, his cock angled perfectly, hitting that spongy spot with every thrust. The bond pulses between you, amplifying every sense and emotion.

"Come for me," he demands. "Wanna feel you squeeze me."

And you do, shattering around him, his name a scream on your lips as he chases his own release.

"Fuck– yours, all yours!” 

He comes with a roar, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you, his body collapsing over yours in a sweaty, shuddering heap. 

Neteyam keeps you close as he rolls onto his back, holding you snug against his chest as he brushes a few sweaty locks from your face, your queues still connected. His eyes are soft now, gaze adoring, a stark contrast to the dark hunger that had consumed him just moments before.  

His fingers trail gently down your arm, tracing idle patterns across your skin as he tries – and fails – to stifle a yawn.  

"You okay?" he murmurs, voice still a little rough.  

You smile, snuggling closer. "I should be asking you."

He chuckles lowly, his words slightly hoarse but attentive. "Seriously baby, I didn't hurt you?" he smiles at you softly, "wasn't too rough?"

His fingertips trail down your side, checking for any tension as his eyes search yours. Always protective, even now.  

“Never," you murmur, catching his hand and pressing it to your lips. “You were perfect."

A slow, lazy grin spreads across his face, smug almost, but with that undercurrent of relief. "Good." He kisses your forehead, lingering. 

"Rest, paskalin," he murmurs, arms tightening around you. "I've got you."

And as your eyelids grow heavy, his heartbeat steady against your ear and the bond settling into something warmer, gentler, you believe him wholeheartedly.

You know things between you and Luke will never go back to how they were before

luke castellan x f!reader , rdr is apollo's daughter , established relationship , break up kinda , angst no comfort , betrayal

-> inspired by niki's song before

note : oh my gosh s2 was crazy i can't wait for the rest to come?? also i had trouble thinking of what fic to write for this hottie but then i was like 🤔🤔 Btw i've read the books like yrs ago and i alr forgot alot of stuffs from the 1st szn so im sorry if there r major/minor mistakes omgg

You knew something was dead wrong the last time you've seen him. No—you knew something was dead wrong few weeks before his disappearance.

Yet you couldn't bring yourself to speak up to him on it until it was too late.

You knew what happened to Percy in those woods. That night when he tried to kill the innocent boy before disappearing. You knew because before that, he brought you there to take you with him. To join him and his rebellion.

"Luke? Why are we ditching the others?" You laughed as you ran with him, hand in hand through the forest. You've done this a million times with him before, yet for some reason, you can't shake the uneasy feeling that is slowly devouring you whole.

It was playful at first. He kisses you against a tree in the center of the forest. You laugh, you always do. You think the shade the trees offer gives you privacy, a moment between just the two of you.

Your arms wrap around his neck, his wraps around your waist and the back of your head to protect you from the tree's ragged surface. You share minutes of glee between each shared breath.

Nothing is wrong. You try to tell yourself.

The sun begins to set, your father's chariot retreating into the night. Dark orange hue touches his face with such grace as if it were sculpted by the gods themselves. You trail your fingers along the supple skin, and he leans into your palm in reflex.

You know something is wrong the moment he pulls you here. You've always known when he tries to hide something. But you don't rush him; you wait for him to comply.

Some of us are not meant to be warriors. You are not brave like a child of Ares, nor are you sharp like a child of Athena. Instead, you are patient and calm. Perfect characteristics of a bow wielder.

Though you are adapted to the bow, akin to your half-siblings, you much prefer the tranquility of a healer. You help fix wounds, not create them.

So when his blade pierces your heart, you don't think to strike back. You want to help heal the rotting flesh that is ruining him inside and out.

He starts talking about this plan of his, about Kronos. About the new golden age that is yet to come. He talks all high and mightly, like he is proud. But all you see is a hurt child who feels abandoned by his parent. He never asked for his existence yet why is he ones that falls under the hands of suffering?

Luke offers his hand to you. And by this, he offers a new path. A path against the gods, against Zeus, against your father.

Your eyes are glued to his hovering hand, still waiting for you to take it. The fingers in your hand itch to take it, to stand with him along all of his plans to revive the fallen Titans.

But betraying the gods means betraying your father. The one that gave you all this ability that made you, you. You think about the lives you've saved, the people you've helped.

So you say no. You cannot let yourself be fueled by such hatred.

Disappointment rushes into his eyes like a tidal wave, strong and unforgiving. He pleads for you to join his side of the war; he cannot imagine a life without you. But you are stern with your rejection.

You are not the first person they call to battle. You are the one they call after it ends. To treat the wounded. To start a war means to start chaos, not fix it.

Your heart breaks as you say those words. "We are over, Luke." Crystal tears running down the slope of your cheek. As much as you want to heal him, you remember what your father said to you once. Not everyone can be healed.

To be healed means to accept changes and welcome new scars. You cannot heal someone who feels content with their bleeding heart, even if it kills them.

So you don't run to him as he turns his back. You don't chase after him even though deep down, that's all you wanted to do.

You stand on your ground, eyes devoid of light like the night. Because from then on, you knew that things between you and Luke would never go back to the way they were before.

When you watch your dumb best friend Ao'nung and his goonies fight Lo'ak, all you could think about was how hot Neteyam looked as he punched the skxawng's face.

neteyam x f!metkayina!reader , rdr has a crush on teyam , valid tbh , ao'nung is her victim , platonic!ao'nung , crack , fluff ,

-> inspired by sabrina's song tears

notes : this is my like 2nd fic of the day lol i am brain rotting help me these blue aliens got me on a chokehold istggg

"Ouch that hurts!" Your dearest friend, Ao'nung hissed while you attempt to clean his fresh wound. Though his protest remains unheard as you continue to treat the bruised area on his cheek.

"And whose fault is that?" You deadpan, eyes reflecting an unimpressed look. Ao'nung clicks his tongue in response, clearly annoyed at your words. He stops thrashing his movements, knowing you become kind of scary when you are angered. "Too bad I can only help your bruised skin, not your bruised ego."

You know things between you and Luke will never go back to how they were before

luke castellan x f!reader , rdr is apollo's daughter , established relationship , break up kinda , angst no comfort , betrayal

-> inspired by niki's song before

note : oh my gosh s2 was crazy i can't wait for the rest to come?? also i had trouble thinking of what fic to write for this hottie but then i was like 🤔🤔 Btw i've read the books like yrs ago and i alr forgot alot of stuffs from the 1st szn so im sorry if there r major/minor mistakes omgg

You knew something was dead wrong the last time you've seen him. No—you knew something was dead wrong few weeks before his disappearance.

Yet you couldn't bring yourself to speak up to him on it until it was too late.

You knew what happened to Percy in those woods. That night when he tried to kill the innocent boy before disappearing. You knew because before that, he brought you there to take you with him. To join him and his rebellion.

"Luke? Why are we ditching the others?" You laughed as you ran with him, hand in hand through the forest. You've done this a million times with him before, yet for some reason, you can't shake the uneasy feeling that is slowly devouring you whole.

It was playful at first. He kisses you against a tree in the center of the forest. You laugh, you always do. You think the shade the trees offer gives you privacy, a moment between just the two of you.

Your arms wrap around his neck, his wraps around your waist and the back of your head to protect you from the tree's ragged surface. You share minutes of glee between each shared breath.

Nothing is wrong. You try to tell yourself.

The sun begins to set, your father's chariot retreating into the night. Dark orange hue touches his face with such grace as if it were sculpted by the gods themselves. You trail your fingers along the supple skin, and he leans into your palm in reflex.

You know something is wrong the moment he pulls you here. You've always known when he tries to hide something. But you don't rush him; you wait for him to comply.

Some of us are not meant to be warriors. You are not brave like a child of Ares, nor are you sharp like a child of Athena. Instead, you are patient and calm. Perfect characteristics of a bow wielder.

Though you are adapted to the bow, akin to your half-siblings, you much prefer the tranquility of a healer. You help fix wounds, not create them.

So when his blade pierces your heart, you don't think to strike back. You want to help heal the rotting flesh that is ruining him inside and out.

He starts talking about this plan of his, about Kronos. About the new golden age that is yet to come. He talks all high and mightly, like he is proud. But all you see is a hurt child who feels abandoned by his parent. He never asked for his existence yet why is he ones that falls under the hands of suffering?

Luke offers his hand to you. And by this, he offers a new path. A path against the gods, against Zeus, against your father.

Your eyes are glued to his hovering hand, still waiting for you to take it. The fingers in your hand itch to take it, to stand with him along all of his plans to revive the fallen Titans.

But betraying the gods means betraying your father. The one that gave you all this ability that made you, you. You think about the lives you've saved, the people you've helped.

So you say no. You cannot let yourself be fueled by such hatred.

Disappointment rushes into his eyes like a tidal wave, strong and unforgiving. He pleads for you to join his side of the war; he cannot imagine a life without you. But you are stern with your rejection.

You are not the first person they call to battle. You are the one they call after it ends. To treat the wounded. To start a war means to start chaos, not fix it.

Your heart breaks as you say those words. "We are over, Luke." Crystal tears running down the slope of your cheek. As much as you want to heal him, you remember what your father said to you once. Not everyone can be healed.

To be healed means to accept changes and welcome new scars. You cannot heal someone who feels content with their bleeding heart, even if it kills them.

So you don't run to him as he turns his back. You don't chase after him even though deep down, that's all you wanted to do.

You stand on your ground, eyes devoid of light like the night. Because from then on, you knew that things between you and Luke would never go back to the way they were before.

When you watch your dumb best friend Ao'nung and his goonies fight Lo'ak, all you could think about was how hot Neteyam looked as he punched the skxawng's face.

neteyam x f!metkayina!reader , rdr has a crush on teyam , valid tbh , ao'nung is her victim , platonic!ao'nung , crack , fluff ,

-> inspired by sabrina's song tears

notes : this is my like 2nd fic of the day lol i am brain rotting help me these blue aliens got me on a chokehold istggg

"Ouch that hurts!" Your dearest friend, Ao'nung hissed while you attempt to clean his fresh wound. Though his protest remains unheard as you continue to treat the bruised area on his cheek.

"And whose fault is that?" You deadpan, eyes reflecting an unimpressed look. Ao'nung clicks his tongue in response, clearly annoyed at your words. He stops thrashing his movements, knowing you become kind of scary when you are angered. "Too bad I can only help your bruised skin, not your bruised ego."

You spread some ointment on the fresh bruise, triggering a wince from the man before you. "I gotta thank you, though."

"What?"

A smile threatens to take curve your lips and Ao'nung looks at you weirdly. "Are you that happy I got hurt?"

You almost say yes but you chose to stay quiet. Your friend, however, takes your silence as an answer. "You are hiding something." He squints his eyes and you subtly press the wound to shut him up.

"You did that on purpose!"

"Shut up or I won't treat you!"

Ao'nung's eyes rolls to the back of his head as he admits defeat knowing you had the upper hand in the situation.

"Neteyam." You mumble under your breath.

"What?"

"Neteyam, you dumbass!" You screech at your deaf best friend and he looks at you with a look of disgust. "The forest boy? Really? Can you do like any worse?"

"The right question is how can I do any better?" You sit up, cracking your back in relief. "There, all done."

Ao'nung mutters a thanks before returning to the topic at hand. "So you like him?" He asks, unimpressed.

You lean back against his family marui, where you treated his wound. "Why not? He is so responsible with his siblings, he respects women, and he looked so good when he was fighting you." That same smile returns to your face and Ao'nung resists the urge to slap it out of you.

"You are serious?" It's his turn to deadpan you. "Tsireya is head over heels with Lo'ak and now you have a crush on his older brother? Eywa what is happening?"

"It is the Sully charm. You should observe, maybe you will learn something." You pat his cheek twice before standing up to leave the marui. The boy is quick to follow your trails, watching as your eyes look for a darker hue of blue amidst the crowd of passersby outside.

"I don't need help from freaks." He mumbles triggering you to roll your eyes. "Why do you even like that forest boy?"

Ao'nung notices the way your eyes brighten as Neteyam rolls into your line of sight. He offers you a small wave, and you return to him a more enthusiast one. "I don't know. I mean what's not to like?"

You place a hand on your chin, forming a thought bubble on your head. "He is a great warrior, son of Toruk Makto, very kind too." You trail off.

"And lastly did I mention that he is responsible, unlike someone I know..." You mutter the last part lowly and your best friend scrunches his nose at your prodding accusation.

"You are indebted to me for this, by the way." You turn to him, pointing at the treated bruise.

"What to you want?" Your childhood friend spat in annoyance.

"You are going to help me get his attention."

pov: ao'nung throughout the whole fic