#human!neteyam

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who immediately freezes mid-note-taking when you walk into the classroom, pen paused above his paper, eyes tracking your every step without realizing it. He’s cataloging the way you tuck a lock behind your ear, the pretty curve of your smile, the way light shimmers on your lip gloss. Lo’ak has to nudge him under the desk, whispering, “Bro, you’re staring.”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who will do your homework without question, slipping it into your folder before you even ask. He tells himself it’s “because you’re busy,” but really? It’s because he can’t stand the thought of you stressing over something so small. If anyone teases him about it, he mutters, “She just… has better things to do. Important things,” like you’re royalty and he’s your sworn academic knight.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who is a top tutor in half the school’s advanced classes, but when you sit next to him and lean in so close he can catch your addicting fragrance, asking for help, his brain simply stops functioning. The words are there… somewhere… but they’ve gone on strike. Lo’ak tells him after, “She literally called you smart, dumbass. She’s into you.”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who studies your strengths and weak spots in class like they’re his own personal research project. When he explains something in a way that finally clicks for you, he catches the exact moment your brows ease and the way you start beaming, and it’s like the sun comes out just for him. He hides his smile behind his palm as he nods at you when you start explaining it back to him.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who short circuits when you sweetly murmur, “Thank you, Neteyam,” with that fucking smile that feels like it’s just for him. He forgets what the hell you were even working on together, blinking like you’ve just hit him with a some enhancement or something.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who keeps extra browser tabs open during class or project meetings “just in case.” You need a source on 18th-century trade routes? Boom, already open. You mention something about botany? He’s got a scholarly PDF ready. He pretends it’s coincidence, but it’s not.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who accidentally info-dumps about his culture, rattling off stories his grandmother told him, meanings behind traditional beadwork, hunting techniques from his family’s home region … all in this quiet, earnest tone. Halfway through he realizes he’s rambling and stumbles over his words, but you’re still looking at him like you’d listen forever.“Sorry, I’m rambling.” —“Don’t be. I like it.”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who finds excuses to walk you to class. He tells himself it’s “on the way” (it isn’t) or “because he’s got something to give you” (it’s always a new pencil picked out of his meticulously placed ones or your favorite snacks).

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who subtly memorizes your coffee order after overhearing you at the café when you both stopped by since you were paired up for a project, and the next week casually slides it onto your desk before you can buy it yourself. “You looked tired,” he gently utters, not meeting your eyes.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who tries so hard to act cool when you talk to him in front of your friends, but later Kiri catches him smiling to himself, features flushed, mumbling, “She laughed at my joke.”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who freezes like a deer in headlights when you show up unexpectedly while he’s in the middle of explaining a some equation to Spider. His train of thought derails so hard Spider just stares at him and goes, “…Bro?”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who is the only one who stands up when you enter the room, like some old-fashioned gentleman. Lo’ak groans every time, “Sit down, man, she’s not a visiting queen.”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who catches you laughing at one of Lo’ak’s dumb jokes and immediately jumps in with some obscure fact to try and keep your attention on him. Lo’ak notices every time and calls him out for “academic flirting.”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who is hyper-aware of every laugh, every time your voice drifts down the hall of his house when you come to study with Kiri. Kiri will “accidentally” leave her bedroom door open just to see her brother glance in and trip over his own feet.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who pretends he’s just “passing through” the kitchen when you and Kiri are baking cookies, but somehow he ends up helping you reach the flour from the top shelf and his brain is screaming about how warm your hand felt when you brushed past him.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who is fucking mortified when Kiri calls out, “Stop looking at her like that, Teyam, she’s gonna notice!” — and you do notice, but the little smile you give him just about knocks the wind out of him.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who gets called out by Kiri constantly. “You’re staring again, nete,” she’ll whisper during lunch. Or, “You blinked for the first time in five minutes, should I be worried?”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who always notices the details of how well-known you are — the way people part to make space for you in the hall, the constant chorus of “hey y/n!”s when you walk into class — but what gets him is that you always take the time to wave at him, even when you’re surrounded by your friends.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who pretends to be reading when you’re talking to Kiri in the living room, but he’s 100% listening to your stories, filing away every little detail like it’s classified intel. Later, he’ll work those details into casual conversations so you think he’s just “really good at remembering things.”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who doesn’t know what to do with himself when you compliment him. “You’re so smart, Neteyam. You make this look easy.” He only laughs awkwardly, rubs the back of his neck, and can’t stop thinking about it for days.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who offers to drive you home when Kiri’s busy or your ride falls through, and Jake tells him to be a gentleman before giving him access to the car. He won’t admit it, but he’s fucking sweating down to his ass crack the entire time, hands gripping the steering wheel just right, trying to play the perfect playlist while sneaking glances at your profile in the passenger seat, and you manage to ease his hammering heartbeat.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who quietly watches you from the bleachers at school events when he thinks you won’t notice, whether it’s a sports game, a pep rally, or even theater night. He’s not into crowds, but he’s into you.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who once caught you napping during study hall and was so preciously protective over the sight that he actually moved his chair slightly to block other people’s view of you and propped his fluffed up folded hoodie beneath your head.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who has a timid, half-hidden smile every time you mess with him in a playful way — taking his pen, poking at his arm, stealing his hoodie. He acts like it’s a mild inconvenience, but he’s secretly over the moon that you’re comfortable enough to do it.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who has been hopeless for so long that Lo’ak, even his little sister Tuk, but especially Kiri started keeping a mental list of all the times he’s slipped up around you — from blushing too hard to forgetting his own name during introductions.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who notices your mood the second you walk into a room. Happy? His chest feels lighter. Tired? He’s already digging out his bag or offering you his hoodie. Upset ? His brain immediately scrambles to “how do I fix this” mode.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who makes excuses to linger after group projects end, packing up his stuff slower just to walk out of the classroom at the same time as you.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who stares a beat too long when you’re speaking to him or anyone close, not because he’s zoning out, never when it comes to you — but because he’s memorizing every feature; the light in your irises, the twist of your grin, the pout of your lip, the way your expression contorts when you’re passionate about something.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who is so hopelessly soft for you that even your smallest gestures feel grand — a quick wave in the hall, remembering his favorite beverage and bringing it when you come over to his house to hang out with Kiri, calling him “Teyam” instead of his full name.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who will stand there holding your bag while you fix your hair or dig through your locker, trying not to smile like a fool at the fact you trust him with your things.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who still feels the rims of butterfly wings rapidly flapping in his tummy when your shoulder gently presses against his, or your knee bumps his thigh under the table — even if it happens ten times in one class.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who stashes little things in his backpack “just in case you need them” — planners, hair ties he took from Kiri, gum and candy, a phone charger, even things tied to your menstrual cycle.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who has a rough idea of when your period starts because it often overlaps with Kiri’s, thanks to how much time you spend together. He didn’t mean to keep track — it’s just… you two get moody at the same time, raid the kitchen for chocolate together, and watch comfort movies in the back of the class huddled together.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who starts quietly stocking his backpack with extra pads/tampons, painkillers, and a chocolate bar or two around “that time” of the month, just in case you or Kiri need them.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who notices when you’re shifting uncomfortably in your seat or your hoodie sleeves are pulled over your hands for warmth. That’s when he’ll casually slide his cardigan toward you, insisting for you to take it for the rest of the day.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who once offered you and Kiri heat packs for cramps, and Kiri instantly called him out like, “You’re weirdly prepared, big brother.”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who tries to hide his “prepared for everything” bag from Tuk, bless her, but one day she pulls out a pack of pads and loudly goes, “Why do you have these?!” in front of everyone. Kiri smirks, Spider snickers, Lo’ak practically falls over, and you just… smile tenderly with a head tilt.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who becomes the victim of an unholy alliance between Lo’ak, Kiri, Spider, and even little Tuk — they’ve started making bets on how many seconds it’ll take for him to get flustered once you’re around.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who is so obvious that Spider once whispered to you, “You know he’s in love with you, right?” when Neteyam was out of earshot. You just grinned and didn’t answer, which drove Spider crazy.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who can’t even enjoy a normal movie night because the second you sit on the floor in front of the couch (close enough for your shoulder to brush his knee), Lo’ak leans over to Kiri and mutters, “Three… two… one…” and right on cue, Neteyam completely forgets what’s happening on screen.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who tries to maintain his composure around you, but every single one of them — from Tuk to Lo’ak — has caught him smiling stupidly at his phone after you text him something small like “thanks for helping with that assignment :)) have a good night, teyam”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who tries to keep it together when you’re over, but Jake sees right through him. Every time Neteyam suddenly volunteers to “help you carry that” or “walk you out,” Jake just smirks and mutters under his breath, “Uh huh… sure, kid.”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who gets the look from Neytiri when you laugh at something he says — that knowing, mom look that’s equal parts fond and teasing. Later, she’ll casually say, “You speak very confidently around her, son,” and Neteyam will get all downright flustered like, “No, I don’t!”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who nearly passes out inside when Jake offers you a drink or snack before he does, because now his dad is setting the bar for how to treat you.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who is so obvious that Jake motions to his other kids at the dinner table and whispers, “Your brother’s down bad,” when you compliment Neteyam’s cooking.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who can’t even eat dinner in peace because you’re sitting across from him, and every time you talk, his eyes flick up from his plate. Neytiri notices every single time and has to hide her smile.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who suffers through Jake asking “casual” questions about you later — “So… does she have a boyfriend? No reason, just curious.” — while Neytiri smacks her husband’s chestand scolds, “Leave him alone.”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who will pretend to be super casual about you being around the Sully home, but Jake will absolutely tell him — just joking around, “If you don’t ask her out, Lo’ak will, and you’ll never forgive yourself.”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who dies a little when Neytiri invites you to stay for dinner without even checking with him — and then serves your favorite meal like it’s no big deal.

˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who panics the first time you ask if he wants to hang out outside of class or study sessions or with his siblings lurking behind like creeps, because in his head, this is dangerous territory — this is “date” territory. Lo’ak overhears and immediately shouts, “Bro. Say yes before I say it for you.”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who actually rehearses what he’s going to wear for your first “non-school” hangout, changing his shirt three times until Kiri walks past his door and goes, “You’re literally dressing up for my best friend. It’s obvious. She’s gonna know.” And he just hugs his pillow and groans.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who ends up taking you home after that hangout, the streetlights hitting his face in a way that makes your stomach twist — he’s looking at you with such warmth and affection. He hesitates before saying softly, “You make me really happy, you know that?”

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who doesn’t confess in big gestures, he does it in the middle of a class or at the library when you’re chuckling at some absurd, nerdy comment he made that leads and connects to him blurting out he likes you. And when you just blink at him for a second before beaming and saying you return his feelings, his ears burn so hot he can’t help but look away.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who can’t stop smiling like a FOOL for the rest of the day, to the point where Lo’ak and Spider keep yelling “STOP LOOKING SO GROSSLY HAPPY” every time he walks into the room.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who starts holding your hand casually — first in quiet moments, timidly slipping his fingers through yours, then in public, like it’s second nature. It’s not flashy or performative, but it’s attentive and loving, like he’s promising without words to be there for you.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who still does your homework sometimes, but now he makes you sit next to him so you “at least watch the process,” which usually ends with you distractedly kissing his cheek or resting your head on his shoulder while he types.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who kisses you for the first time after you thank him for walking you home — soft, hesitant, like he’s asking a question with his lips and only relaxes when you kiss him back just as lightly.

⋆˚࿔ nerd!Neteyam who ends every study session by making sure you have a meal, your water bottle filled, and your — HIS jacket zipped before you leave, smiling like he can’t believe he’s really yours.

⋆˚࿔ And nerd!Neteyam who, months later, still catches himself staring at you like he did in the very beginning — intent gaze following your silhouette when you walk into a room — but now, instead of looking away bashfully, he just smiles so openly. Because now, you’re smiling back.

Prince Neteyam always receives many gifts for his birthday.

He is recipient to the finest jewelry, made from precious metals and adorned with a multitude of diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires. Amongst the small mountains of gold and silver crafted pieces, hang other pieces of lavish clothing - soft, silk dress shirts in multiple colors, intricate waistcoats that look like they took a lifetime to create.

A new pair of leather riding boots that would look good on him, but that look amazing on you. 

“C’mon, y/n,” He mumbles, dark eyes glittering with desire as they trace along your standing figure. “Show me the new things I own,”

You stand in front of him, clad only in an unbuttoned emerald green silk shirt that falls halfway down your thighs and the leather boots that hug your legs until just below the knee, the little buckles on the sides clanking with each step you take as you walk uncertainty towards him, giving him a small twirl when he silently moves his pointer finger in a circle. 

He grins at your hesitance. So many years of doing this with him, being his good girl, his whore, the perfect little maid for his majesty - and you’re still so shy, like somehow you’re not 100% positive that he's completely and utterly obsessed with you. 

“You don’t have to be bashful,” He says, leaning forwards so he can rest his forearms on his thighs as he gazes at the expanse of soft skin on display, both between the gap of the shirt hem and boots as well as the tempting sliver of smooth, markable canvas shown between the open button down. “You know you’re the most beautiful woman alive.”

The flush on your face and the way you can’t meet his eyes make his cock even harder in his trousers. The hard length pushes at the tight material, threatening to burst the seams. Neteyam stands, eager to be closer to you, to touch you, and relieve some of the pressure. He crosses the room, tall figure towering over yours as he stares down at you, eyes filled with heat as he grips your jaw in his large hand, possessively. 

“You look so pretty in my clothing,” He murmurs, tilting your head up so your plump lips brush against his. 

“Thank you, your highness,” 

Neteyam’s lips are warm against yours as he kisses you, the soft press of his mouth against yours is enough to make your breathing stutter no matter how many times it’s happened before. His lips slide across your cheek, laying gentle kiss after gentle kiss along the heated skin as he makes his way to your ear. His breath is hot against the curve as he breathes, “Are you going to be a good girl for me and give me my present?”

You nod, voice struggling to manifest when he nibbles on the shell of your ear, and you’re just able to force out a squeaky, “Yes, highness,”

He kisses you again, this time a little harder, a little more needy. His free hand moves to brush the soft material of the shirt to the side, revealing one of your breasts to his hungry gaze and brushing his thumb over your hard nipple, before pulling back and biting his bottom lip with a wicked smirk. 

“Undress me then,”

His long fingers tease along the sensitive skin of your thigh as you work carefully on undoing the clasps of his shirt. Your delicate hands push the material off of his broad shoulders, revealing the toned expanse of his chest and your eyes can’t help the way they zero in on the excited rise and fall of his chest and the muscles that shift under his skin. The necklace around his neck shifts in time with his breaths, the small thin golden band he had made for you years ago threaded through the chain lays next to his heart - exactly where it should be, he tells you, until he’s able to put it on your finger officially. 

The metal glistens in the low light of the room, contrasting beautifully against his dark skin, but your eyes are pulled away from the sight when his hand cups your jaw again.

“Going a bit slow, aren’t we?” He chuckles, lips brushing against yours with each word. “You know it’s not fair to tease the birthday boy.”

His hands grip yours, warm palms dragging your own across the strong muscles of his chest and down the flat planes of his stomach until they reach the waistband of his pants. He keeps one of your hands there, and your fingertips gently caress the skin just above the fabric. He guides your other hand down further until you’re cupping his bulge, feeling the thick hardness in your hand.

“Feel how hard I am for you?” He murmurs, hand tightening around yours to make your fingers curl around him through the taut material. “Need you so much.”

“I’ll take good care of you,” You promise. 

Your hands expertly work at the fastenings on his trousers, his length jumping out and slapping against his belly, long and thick and beautiful in its glory. His cock is familiar to you - intimately familiar in the way that every part of your body knows the shape and size of it by memory. Every ridge, vein, and curve - engraved in your brain and heart.

He prefers to fuck you. Is obsessed with the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around his cock like a warm hug he never wants to be released from. He loves to feel the way your pussy clenches around his length, wants to feel your nails raking across his back as he ruts into you, hear your pretty mewls when he pounds your cervix before he floods your insides with his release.

He wants you on your back, or on your stomach, or on your side - it doesn’t matter. He wants you anyway he can have you, just as long as it’s you with him, crying his name as you cream all over his cock.

And he’ll get that. Soon. But for now, he wants this. 

He kicks his pants off, suddenly impatient as he stares down at you. He pulls you towards him, catching you off guard with the force of his tug as he sits on the chaise at the foot of his bed, and you fall onto his lap with a shocked yelp.

“Teyam!” You gasp, and his nickname falls from your lips without you even catching it. 

“Be a good girl and give me what I want, okay?” He grunts, ripping the silk shirt from your body and leaving you entirely bare to his hungry gaze, save for the boots still hugging your legs. “On your knees. Now.”

You rush to comply - the firm, authoritative timbre of his voice sending shivers down your spine as you slide off of his lap and onto the floor. Neteyam leans back against his bed, the weight of his body supported on his forearms as his upper half lounges against the soft covers. His thighs are spread wide to accommodate your position between them and his cock pulses at the view.

It’s not a new sight, but it’s still his favorite sight.

You on your knees, staring up at him with those eyes, batting your long lashes at him with a combined look of shy maiden and sex vixen that makes him want to slide his hand in your hair and push your face into the ground so he can bury himself inside you from behind until the sounds you're making match the expression on your face. But no - he has a plan. He made you promise to give him whatever he wanted for his birthday, and he wants this.

“Come on, y/n,” He says, and he’s trying to be calm, trying to stay the golden, level headed prince that he should be, but even he can hear the whine in his voice. “Put them on me. Want to feel them,”

His breath feels like it's stuck in his lungs when you kneel up, hands cupping the sides of your chest as you lean closer and closer to his throbbing erection. His shirt and boots are not the only thing he’s put you in tonight. The fine jewelry of intricately made necklaces and rings he’s received throughout the day also adorn your perfect body. Three very expensive necklaces of varying lengths hang from your delicate neck, the regal blue stone on the longest one hanging beautifully just above the valley of your breasts. 

The feel of your tits enveloping his length has him reeling, the soft pillowy mounds molding around his cock like they were made to cradle him between them. Your hands hold your breasts together tightly around him, the rings on your fingers shining in the light are a variety of mixed metals and glittering jewels, and he decides then and there that he never wants to wear them himself. He only ever wants to see the beautiful jewels on you. 

It’s good, so good - the feel of your breasts massaging his heated length. But he needs more. 

“Spit on it,” He groans, and it’s taking all he has to not just fuck up into the tight space. There’s already a wet line along the opening of the valley from his precum and he’s obsessed with the way your wet skin glistens in the low light of the room. “Spit on it, y/n. Get it all wet and slippery so I can fuck them.”

The sound that rips out of his throat when you do is almost a whimper. His cock twitches when you let the glob of saliva fall from your tongue and onto the flushed tip, the spit coating the head and running down the sides and into the warm and newly wet embrace of your breasts. 

You do it again, adding more wetness to the mix to help with the slide as you glide yourself up and down his shaft. Neteyam lets out a punched out moan, hands balling into fists next to him as his head tilts back in pleasure, eyes fluttering closed for just a second before his head snaps back up, intent on not missing a second of the breathtaking image in front of him. 

Your nipples are just peeking out from the cage of your fingers, two hard buds pointed tantalizingly between your pointer and middle fingers and he mourns the fact that he can’t both fuck your tits and suck on your nipples at the same time. His hips kick up, abs flexing as he rocks into the tight space, and the tip of his cock nudges the blue gem of the necklace with each thrust. 

“So good for me,” He moans, reaching out to run his thumb along your bottom lip. He lets out a shuddering breath when your tongue comes out to swipe against the pad of his thumb. “Yeah, do that. Put your tongue to good use,”

Neteyam’s eyes roll back into his head at the first feel of your tongue on his swollen tip. He rocks faster, hips now completely off the chaise as he fucks your tits with vigor, your tongue lolling out to lap against the head every time it reappears back through the cradle of your breasts. 

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” He grunts. “So perfect for me.” 

The sensation of his cock tapping against the wet muscle is driving him wild, and he can’t help but watch in wicked satisfaction as your own eyes hood in pleasure at the taste of his precum coating your tongue. He knows you, knows you better than anyone else ever will or ever could. He knows that if he were to sink his fingers between your thighs, you would be dripping for him. 

“You were made for me,” He breathes. He can feel his stomach tightening as his orgasm barrels closer and closer. “Made just for me. Mine. My good girl, my whore.”

You hum in agreement, nodding enthusiastically as your responding moan vibrates through your tongue and against his cock. But it’s not enough. He needs the words - needs to hear them confirmed in your sweet, soft voice. 

“Say it,” He demands. His mind is reeling, desperately trying to decide where he wants to cum. He wants to mark you everywhere - wants to cum on your pretty tits, paint them white with his release and watch as it drips down your gorgeous body. He wants to cum on your face, marking your beautiful features as his just so he can have an excuse to take you to the large tub across the room and wash your entire body clean, only to dirty you up again before you’ve even stepped out of it. He wants to lace his fingers in your hair and drag your head down, sheathing his cock in the warm embrace of your throat and mark you from the inside - it would be less messy, and you wouldn’t be able to wash it off afterwards. “Say it, y/n,”

“I’m yours,” You whisper, thighs unconsciously trying to rub together as you desperately try to keep up your pace and the pressure of your chest against his length. “Your whore,”

“F-fuck!” Neteyam whimpers. “Fuck, fuck,”

In the end, he chooses your tits. He stands abruptly, nudging you back slightly so he can stand properly in front of you and finishes himself off, fisting himself furiously as you gaze up at him with those innocent eyes of yours that just make him want to wreck you even more. He cums with a guttural groan, ropes of white shooting from his swollen tip and landing directly on your heaving breasts.

You look stunning - like a beautiful, fucked out goddess brought to Earth just for him to have and cherish. His cock twitches in interest as he continues to stare at you, and your hooded eyes look up at your Prince in awe.

If you thought you were getting any kind of a break, you were wrong.

**Special thanks to @neteyamsyawntu for the prompt!

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What you thought would be a night with your face stuck in a history textbook took a turn when quiet raps came from your window. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, squinting in confusion. You look at your bed side clock which read along the lines of 9:05. You get up to inspect the sudden raps after another set collides against your window. You draw open the blinds, expecting a burglar or thief wanting to break in, but the two faces pleading for entry causes your shoulders to drop. You scoff and roll your eyes at the two girls. You reach up for the latch and flip the locks open, the girls helping you slide up the window slowly, wincing as it gives a faint squeak.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You question as they not so smoothly climb inside your bedroom.

“We could ask you the same thing-” Kiri groans as she swings her head under your window, then stands tall in your room. 

“I told you I had homework.” You pout, gesturing to the disarray of papers and sprawl combination of your notebooks and textbook. 

“And we told you to be ready by 9...” Kiri lifts her flip phone up to your face. “It’s 9:05 now and you’re not ready.” She flops onto your bed, moving your papers aside as to not crumble them.

“Holy shit-” Tsireya curses, a faint laugh leaving her body as she enters. She touches her head hoping her hair didn’t mess up. You furrow your brows at your friends, taking in their attire. Tsireya dawned a turquoise dress, whereas Kiri wore a thin tank top with cargo pants. Shoes acceptable for what you could assume for one thing. “Why aren’t you dressed?” Tsireya eyes your very comfortable sweater and pajama pants. You frown looking down. Your toes curl inside your fuzzy socks. “You didn’t tell her.” Tsireya sucks her teeth at Kiri.

“I’m not going!” You butt in.

“What? No, no, no. You swore-” Kiri sits up.

“I did no such thing!” You gave her a pointed look. 

“You have to come okay! We were just there with the guys and we were right!” Kiri exclaims. You turn to look at her curiously. “Okay...Spider got us in.” Your eyes widen.

“You’re lying...Kiri don’t fucking play with me, girl!” You rush over to her and grip her shoulders. “You’re lying.”

“Guess who’s gonna go up against the 410-”

“Oh my god!” You exclaim, jumping up and down with her. “How’d he get us in? You have to be invite only and even then the best of the best aren’t always competing.”

“It’s Spider, he can do anything...” Kiri shrugs.

“You’re not wrong about that...” You breathe out a laugh.

“Exactly, which is why we came back for you. To celebrate the beginning of our street dancing history...” Kiri drags out dramatically. “That and Roxto has some sweet mixes he put together. I told him to save the best one for you.” Kiri holds you at arm's length. “So get your cute butt ready… 'cause we’re going out!” Kiri presses a kiss on your cheek. 

“I’m guessing that’s why you came along...” You smirk at Tsireya knowingly.

“Yup...cause that is not acceptable.” She motions up and down to your outfit. “Where’s that top I let you borrow last week?” She opens your closet and rummages through it. Shirts begin flying over her shoulder. “Ah, there it is! Here put this on, and wear those black cargo pants with the pockets on the side.” You huff as the shirt lands on your face. You drag it down and glare at her. “Thank you Tsireya...” She sings at you playfully.

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes and begin undressing behind your closet door.

“Hey what’s the hold up?” You hear another voice come up to the window. You peek out and see Lo’ak with his elbows resting on the window sill.

“She wasn’t ready.” Tsireya sighs at him, pointing over her shoulder. Lo’ak turns to you, catching your tooth-widened grin, then you disappear behind the closet door again. He looks back to Tsireya with a glint in his eyes. 

“You tell her?”

“Yeah, we told her. Lit up like a Christmas tree.” Tsireya laughs with big gestures, mocking the way your eyes grew wide earlier.

“She better have...” Lo’ak smirks. He looks inside the room again and then up at his girlfriend. “Tell her about Neteyam...?” He lowers his voice in hopes you didn’t hear him, but even then your ears tended to pick up even the smallest pin dropping.

“Tell me what about Neteyam...?” All heads whip to face you. Kiri and Tsireya gaped in awe, whereas Lo’ak whistled lowly. His head nodded in approval. 

“What?” You look down at yourself, getting self-conscious.

“Nice.” Lo’ak lips lift upwards. “You did good...” He whispers yells to Tsireya, but you all laugh at his compliment. 

“I just tell her what to wear...that’s all her! Okay, makeup next!” Tsireya walks to you with a clap of her hands. 

“What? No!” You groan.

“Just a little concealer, and some blush...and lipgloss. That’s all, swear!” She puts her hands out in surrender.

“Yeah, I’m sure...” You roll your eyes and let her take over. 

Lo’ak looks off to the side, keeping look out from where he stood outside your window. “Tsireya don’t take too long...We said 9:30 at the latest.” He reminds her looking down at his phone. Time reading 9:25 now. “We told Tuk to cover till 11. The sooner we leave, the more time we’ll have to hang out.”

“I’m almost done...” She promises, calling out over her shoulder. The mention of the youngest Sully had you smirking as Tsireya applies some blush to your cheeks.

“What’d you bribe her with this time?” You giggle as Lo’ak rolls his eyes.

“Half our allowance earned this month, fucking brat...” Lo’ak curses under his breath.

“She is not!” Tsireya sucks her teeth.

“Hey, at least she’s covering for us.” Kiri reminds him. “Better than mom and dad knowing where we’re at.”

“Yeah…but I did not mow the lawn all month to have to give half of it away to her. I earned that shit okay! I was saving up for those new shoes I’ve been wanting!” Lo’ak points at her. 

“And you don’t think I wasn’t? I was saving for new ballet shoes!” Kiri inquires.

“Neteyam’s idea...” You squint your eyes knowing that they wouldn’t just willingly cough up their monthly allowance.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him...” Lo’ak huffs. “Next time, we bring her whiny ass. I don’t care, she can sit up with Roxto on the podium. I’m not losing half percent of my earned income. Did dad tell you Neteyam makes more than us, fucking bullshit Kiri, bullshit!”

“Ay!” Tsireya shakes her head at his use of profanity.

“No, he doesn’t!” Kiri scoffs in annoyance. “Dad just said that to make you quit bugging him.”

“Yeah whatever...” Lo’ak huffs and looks down at a new incoming message.

Where u at? - Neteyam

“You guys done yet?” Lo’ak replies back to him.

“Yeah done. What do we think?” Tsireya steps back and moves out of the way of Lo’ak and Kiri.

“Beautiful.” Kiri press’s his fingertips to her mouth and makes a smooching sound.

“You like a girl for once...” Lo’ak spares you one glance, though the shit-eating grin had you lunging for him.

“You’re such an ass Lo’ak!“ You reach for him through the window, but Tsireya and Kiri hold you back. Lo’ak throws his head back laughing. Creating distance between him and the window.

“Can you not?” Tsireya rolls her eyes at him, growing annoyed. They pull you back in. Lo’ak comes back over only to have it slammed down shut in his face.

“Wha- Oh come on I didn’t mean it…” Lo’ak groans. “Dude! Babe, I’m sorry…Tsireya, wait, no wait-“ You waved him goodbye as you drew the blinds, Lo’ak following the lowering blinds, hoping to catch sight of his girlfriend. He stands up straight and kicks the side of the house.

“Oh come on!” 

You stifle your laughter hearing his voice outside. “We should go before he wakes my mom.” You chuckle and grab your shoes.

“Yeah…just in time too!” Kiri smiles showing you the time of 9:30 now.

“Wait one more thing?” Tsireya unclips her necklace and comes over to place it on your neck. The little simple piece of jewelry makes the outfit come together. “Okay…now let’s go!” Tsireya pockets her phone and pulls you both to the window.

“Where are you? Is she coming?”

“Yes dude, she’s coming. Quit whining!” Lo’ak says into the phone, turning as he watches you and the girls climb out your window quietly. “Okay…we’re leaving her place now. I’ll let you know when we’re there. Tell Roxto to get that mix ready.”

“Okay. I’ll let him know…hurry up. We’re not supposed to be out so late anyway!”

“I know!” Lo’ak removed the phone from his ear and pulls it down to his lips. “Bye!” He raises his voice and flips off the phone. He pockets the device and meets your smirk.

“Teyam worrying again?” You nudge him.

“When does he not…” He huffs and offers his hand to Tsireya, the little feud they had long forgotten by now. “Ready to go?”

“Mhmm.” She hums. Heat fills her face as Lo’ak presses a sweet peck to her cheek.

“Come on people we’re losing time!” Kiri smiles, tugging you down the street and beginning the walk to the club.

“Don’t you mean losing time with your boyfriends!” You sing.

“When are you gonna put those two out of your misery sis? You have two guys desperate for your attention, yet you leave them with mixed signals.”

“Maybe I like the thrill of two men wanting me.” She laughs out loud. Lo’ak’s face twisted into one of disgust.

“You’re disgusting…I think Imma throw-” Lo’ak pretends to throw up, only to burst in fits of chuckles as Tsireya nudges his side. “Oh come on! I can’t be the only one who thinks she needs to choose. Y/n back me up on this.”

“Oh ho, do not involve me in this!” You point at him.

“Right I forgot…you’re spoken for.” Lo’ak feigns a swoon. “By Neteyam…”

“I am not!” You shove him.

“You love him!” He shimmies his shoulder in front of you and takes off as you swing at him. You take off after him.

“God, you’re so annoying!” You yell after him.

“Love him!” He screeches in a high-pitched tone as he dodges you once again.

“Lo’ak stop!” Tsireya calls after him, her shoulders slumping at his antics.

-

The walk to Hell's Gate felt shorter than it usually did. Perhaps it was the nerves working through your system that took your mind off the way there.

“Who do you keep texting on that thing?” You tease Lo’ak who was typing into his flip phone before you even reached the entrance.

“Neteyam, wanted me to let him know when we got here.” Lo’ak pressed sent and pocketed the device in his back pocket. “Let’s go!” He nods to the door.

You had been the first to enter, the bass and vibration from the speakers blaring, making you feel lightweight. The music playing gave you goosebumps as you eyed multiple bodies grinding, swaying, twirling, and rocking to the beat. A few dance battles happening in a few corners but the real party was in the center as far as you could see from the entrance though. Lo’ak had walked in behind you and Kiri, instantly grabbing a hold of Tsireya’s hand and twirling her into the crowd. His shoulders move in circular motions as he vibes to the music. Tsireya laughed as he pressed up behind her, smirking as she started moving along with him following his flow. You smiled at them repeating the shoulder move Lo’ak did, head nodding slowing to each beat. You looked up to the podium. Roxto focused on the spinning disc in front of him, making sure each beat counted and moved the crowd. Spider stood beside him, head bobbing to a track featuring Missy Elliot. You looked up admiring the flashing lights. The lights illuminate people’s skin with hues of reds, blues, and yellows. The scene felt like home, but at times you found yourself feeling out of place, especially when the group tended to split amongst themselves.

“Hey, I’m gonna go with Roxto and Spider for a bit. You gonna be okay?” Kiri leaned into you and raised her voice so you could be able to hear her. You hummed but gave her a reassuring nod and smile. Ushering her into the crowd. You sighed once she disappeared from the crowd. Lo’ak catching sight of your shoulders slumping. Tsireya leaned back into him, eyes closed as she was lost in the music. He reached out with one hand. Tsireya stopped sensing him move. She and him were now looking at you with solemn smiles.

“Dance stupid!” Lo’ak teased, he pulled on your arm and twirled you around. A faint smile painted your face, but quickly disappeared. You only shook your head, wanting nothing more than to hug yourself.

“What am I even doing here, Lo’ak?” You shout out loud.

“We’re hanging out, we came to get you to celebrate!” Lo’ak pointed out, shrugging like it was obvious.

“I should be home-“ You begin to protest.

“No you’re meant to be here…Look N-Neteyam asked for you to be here.” He hesitated at first but then caved in.

“No, he didn’t!”

“It was his idea to go get you. He didn’t want to enjoy tonight if you weren’t gonna be here.” Lo’ak pulls back with a serious look.

You furrow your brows feeling more confused. “Wha– Why? If he wanted me here then where is he?” You scoff out a laugh. Yours and Lo’ak’s eyes begin to wander around the club hoping to catch sight of his tall frame. Hoping to catch certain braids swinging in the air. Lo’ak perked up and then pointed him out to you.

“Look he’s right– There….” He grimaces, watching your hopeful expression drop in an instant. You had expected to see a lot of things happen tonight but seeing him twirl and press himself up behind another girl was not on your agenda. You shouldn’t have stared as long as you did but seeing his hands curl around her lower stomach, then spin her back around so she faced him was too difficult to resist looking at. You glare at Lo’ak who was trying to bring you some peace of mind quickly.

“He asked for me huh…” You hum, rolling your eyes.

“You know him…Loves all…dances with all-“ He winces knowing it sounded better in his head. “Look it’s nothing. He wanted you here, it’s just dancing. You know everyone wants a turn with him anyway…You’ll be next here in a bit.” Though the damage of his words had been done.

“Lo’ak!” Tsireya gasps, hitting his arm.

“So I’m a turn now?” You give him a tight-lipped smile and walk off into the crowd.

“Y/n wait– Shit that’s not what I meant!” He curses, his head falling as Tsireya gives him an earful. As if his luck couldn’t get any better his brother just had to show up, out of breath, a stupid smile plastered on his face.

“Hey, you’re here!” Tsireya leans in and greets him with a kiss on his cheek. He pulls away and nudges his baby bro's shoulder. “Where’s Y/n?” He breathed out, eyes glancing around. He looks back down at the couple and senses something is off. Especially with Lo’ak trying to avoid his gaze and Tsireya giving a guilty smile. “What’d you do?” He furrows his brows at him.

“Why do you always assume I did something?” Lo’ak sucks his teeth.

“Cause you always do! What’d he’d do?” He turns to Tsireya.

“He was being an idiot like usual. She went off that way!” She directs him towards the podium, where he caught sight of you talking to Kiri. The conversation seemed to be a bad one as Kiri kept shaking her head with a frown. Her gaze finding his for a second, then looked away. He exhaled deeply, trying not to lose his shit at Lo’ak. He looks back at him annoyed, shaking his head.

“What’d you say?”

“Dude come on. I brought her here, go after her-“

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam exclaims.

“I-I said you liked to dance with every girl here, that it wasn’t something for her to worry about okay? I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did but-“

“What did you say?” He sneers.

“I said she’d have her turn with you eventually.” Lo’ak eyes droop. Neteyam curls his lips inward. Nodding as he backs away. A tight-lipped smile dawning his face now.

“I’m gonna kill you…Tsireya I’m gonna kill him.” He points to him while looking directly at her.

“Please do.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“I brought her here-“

“Yeah which is all I asked of you, just get her to come out. I knew she was studying for that test on Monday but that’s why I asked to try and get her here...it’s all I asked of you Lo’ak!” Neteyam’s eyes fall. “Why can’t you just keep your mouth shut for once.”

“Me? What about you huh? Dancing with some girl you don’t even know? How do you think that looked like to her huh? Your happy feet just couldn’t handle it could they?” He stepped up to his face. He smirked watching the knobs turn in his older brother's head. “Why can’t you keep your hands to yourself for once?”

“Stop! Both of you! We’re supposed to be having fun tonight…” Tsireya tried playing the mediator. “What about the song huh? The reason we brought her here…” She reminded Neteyam. He sighed and nodded. “Lo’ak text Roxto to play it okay, now!” She pressed. He fumbled for the phone and quickly dug into his contacts. It wasn’t long before the three looked to the podium, Roxto looking down at the text he received and somehow finding them in the crowd, giving them a thumbs up. It wasn’t long before he moved a few buttons and the melody changed and the song Neteyam wanted to be played began blaring out the speakers. “Go!” Tsireya pushed him towards where you sat at the edge of the stage. Your head turned as the song caught your attention.

Neteyam looked to her, then reached out to squeeze Lo’ak’s shoulders. A forgiven conversation through their eyes and a simple nod made their feud vanish in an instant. Neteyam let go and began pushing his way through the crowd. He didn’t bother apologizing to the few who he bumped into when he made it through the clearing. Your eyes fell upon him as he stumbled forward to a halt before you. You straightened out, hands gripping the edge, the swing of your legs stopping. He had opened his mouth to say something but the girl from before had come up to him again. This was her try at another go with him, but Neteyam seemed to be quick on his feet when she reached out for his hand. He did grab her hands only to spin her into someone else’s arms. He winced as he hurried past them and up to you. You would have thought their whole interaction was comical had it not been for Lo’ak’s words mocking you. Reverberating like an echo.

He was done with her so now it was your turn.

Neteyam once claimed you were as open as a book. Never hard to read, so when you looked down at your shoes the words he spoke next were enough to reassure you.

“Y-You’re not a turn…Don’t listen to my brother!” You lift your head to meet his eyes. “Lo’ak’s an idiot!” He admits with a frown.

“He is…” You slowly agree, but your face remains stoic. “And you?” Your quirk a brow at him.

“Me?” He points to himself.

“Yeah…What are you?” He looks at you and then down with a heavy exhale.

“A dumbass…for dancing with someone else when I should have waited to dance with you!” Neteyam shifts. Unable to remain still, he shifted his foot to the left, moving it to the beat. You scoff out a laugh. His restraint was weak, one that needed improvement. You roll your eyes because he really couldn’t wait up on you. If anything he loved dancing more than you, but no one loved music as much as you did. So when you had enough of not moving your body to this gorgeous track, well you felt like it was a crime not to.

“You are…” You sigh as you hop off the stage. “Lo’ak said you wanted me here, but then I see you dancing with another girl. Imagine the impression that leaves…” You feign hurt.

“I’m sorry.” Guilt eats at him. He doesn’t move as you grow closer.

“You’re forgiven when my feet start to hurt.” You smirk, sliding your hand up his shirt and around his neck. “You wanted me here to dance, right?” You pretend to make sure. He curls his lips into his mouth. Trying to fight the smile he wanted to show. He nods. He smirks as he curls his arm around your head, your head ducking around the action smoothly. He spins you around until your back is pressed up against his front. Your shoulders start to rock up and down, first to the right then to the left. He sways you side to side a few times. Then his hand curves over your lower back as you slowly whine up your hips and pop your back twice. You straighten out and jump into a cross then start moving in sync again. Your arms flew out in front of you both. Your legs stepping out. Right, left, right, left. You moved smoothly and sensually, the only way you and Neteyam knew how to communicate. You complemented one another when it came to dancing together. You roll your hips right, then left. You laugh as he tucks his face into your neck. You hum, closing your eyes. As he presses a kiss to your skin before pulling back. He curls his hands around the curve of your hips and stomach, helping you move your hips one way and then another. You roll back into his chest and stomach.

You two felt lost in your own little world. The club tuned out, the music, and feeling each other was the only thing present in your minds. The only thing that mattered most.

Roxto bobbed his head, smirking down at the pair of you and Neteyam and Lo’ak and Tsireya not too far to the left of you. Spider smiled down at his friends, then snuck a glance to Kiri moving gracefully on the stage, her hands above her head, eyes closed, she looked ethereal.

Lo’ak smiled at the two of you. Neteyam spun you around by curling his arm around your head again, and you ducked under it to turn around. Your smile mirrors his own. Nothing but pure bliss across your features as you gaze at his older brother. No trace of being annoyed anymore.

“The plan worked Lo’ak,” Tsireya said into his ear as he swayed them. Her arms wrung around his neck loosely. “They’re okay now.” She reassured him, knowing the guilt was eating at him.

“What if it hadn’t…I almost ruined it.” Lo’ak pressed his head against hers.

“Look at them! You hardly did anything. Those two couldn’t be bothered to be mad at you, or at each other. They wouldn’t last a day without talking to each other, a day without dancing!” She smiled as she received a small nod and smile from him.

“No…they couldn’t.” Lo’ak exhaled as Neteyam dipped your body slowly, pulling you back up to press you against his chest again. The magic was all in the way you trusted each other. Following and adding to the next move of the other.

“Feet hurting yet?” Neteyam whisper-yelled into your ear.

“No!” You beam.

“Good!” He laughed. The sound gave you goosebumps. He kept moving, shoulders circling, but you stilled. You smile, caressing your fingertips over his skin in awe. He reciprocates your smile. Turning his head to peck your hands. You breathe out slowly, finding it hard to do so. When you compose yourself you impulsively act out and cup his face. Bringing his lips down onto yours. Then and there he goes still. Very unlike himself but on occasion it didn’t take much to catch Neteyam Sully off guard. It didn’t take much especially when you always caught him off guard even if you did something so minuscule. You could be reading a book in the school library and he’d stop functioning. So best believe you kissing him was something he wished on but hadn’t planned on happening tonight.

“You good?” You breathe out a laugh, watching him trying to process the kiss.

“No…” He blinks a couple of times before he dips his head to reciprocate the kiss you planted on his lips. Only this time he initiated it slower but rougher. He pressed on your lower back to bring you closer. To feel you against his body even though you spent that last few minutes pressed against one another. “Now I am…” He exhaled with an excited laugh. You nod.

“Did you really want me here tonight?” You ask again out of the blue. Doubts cloud your mind.

“I did. I do! I always want you here. Anywhere…” He nods rapidly. “I know you told me you wanted to study but it didn’t feel right not having you here, so I sent Lo’ak and Kiri, and Tsireya for you. I just didn’t think we’d end up where we did earlier. I shouldn’t have danced with another girl, and I’m sorry. I know that I-“ He goes off but you cut him off.

“It’s okay…I-I forgive you. Promise.” 

He leans down to peck your cheek. “I promise, you’re the only one I want to dance with?”

“Yeah? What about Tuk?” You tease.

“Tuk can…wait her turn.” He laughs. You fake a gasp hitting him playfully.

“Ooh, I’m telling…” You sing with a laugh.

“Don’t you dare! She already took half our allowance this month I don’t need to lose the other half.”

“Fine, I won’t then.” You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck again. “So long as my feet hurt after tonight.”

“I’ll make sure I’m carrying you by the end of tonight. How does that sound?” He smirks and leans down so you’d hear him easily.