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On the first day of their arrival at Awa’atlu, they all felt uneasy. The way of water was not a well-known concept to the forest people. Adult warriors, children, and others scanned them with curiosity in their big, blue eyes.

They looked so different. Teal tails contrasted sharply. The reef people were fully adapted to the environment they inhabited, just as the Sully family was to the forest.

So when they walked by, mothers pulled their precious Metkayina-born children closer, afraid of the unknown danger. In spite of that, there was this one girl among the gathered Na’vi.

She looked curious.

Fascination ran through her at the thought alone.

Toruk Makto.

The name caught in her chest, stealing a shallow breath.

The tales were true. He really existed — the legend who used to be a tawtute. Now, he stood before their Olo’eyktan as a Na’vi, together with his family.

Uturu had been asked, in desperation, for sanctuary for their family — and not long after the spoken words, [Reader] slowly grasped their true meaning.

A bloodthirsty rider could bring great danger to their clan — a disaster.

The girl’s attention was also drawn to one boy, who had not gone unnoticed by the reef people’s Tsahìk. He did not have four fingers and had an odd fuzz above his eyes.

He wore a mysterious band around his slim torso, identical to his father’s. She had never seen anything like it, just as no forest person had.

The unknown boy sensed [Reader]’s curiosity. He searched for the eyes tracing him, feeling them pierce through his fatigued body.

Before he could see the person he was looking for, she disappeared into the shadows of the other reef clan members. She was a young warrior, just like the strange boy.

That night, Awa’atlu did not find rest easily. Whispers followed the forest people long after the bioluminescent lanterns dimmed.

Where fear had taken root, curiosity began to grow.

Daylight washed over the Metkayina village, but it could not erase the unease left by the darkness.

Surfacing for a quick breath inside a safe part of the reef, [Reader] squinted as the sun’s rays dazzled her light eyes.

Her speargun was wielded confidently, her hand glued to the weapon. Riding an ilu and a skimwing was an unmatched skill of hers, which she had proven during Iknimaya. That was how she earned one tattoo on her teal-coloured face.

As she aimed the weapon at the finest glider fish — the one that had completed its life cycle — her finger nearly pulled the trigger when she noticed a flat skate fish. She recognized it by the upper split fin being larger than the lower one.

Some air bubbles left [Reader]’s mouth, almost giving her position away.

“Come on…” Sudden energy boosted her confidence in taking this delicacy home.

“Well… maybe I fish as well as Dad?”

“Well, surely not.”

She repositioned.

It was a merciful kill, but not a clean one.

The hunt ended the moment she managed to obtain the fish — an exceptionally rare treat. She was thrilled at the thought of trying it after so many years.

She hauled herself onto the shore, muscles tired but proud. The prize of her hunt was now safely resting in her hands, waiting to be prepared for that evening’s meal. As her fingers skillfully wrapped the fish in broad, greenish leaves, she thought of how proud her father would be.

She was a fighter, not a born fisher.

Mangrove-like trees formed a great home for the Metkayina Na’vi. Each trunk was covered in woven material, creating pods called marui. Today’s atmosphere was uneasy; no one knew how to act around the newcomers.

While [Reader] prepared her unique prize in a cooking pot, she overheard others gossiping about the Sully family.

Some of the reef people made fun of their twiggy tails and slender arms.

“I heard they can barely dive…” some Na’vi chuckled. “How will they contribute? I do not like the idea of them being here! They will bring a storm upon us!”

Part of her knew where this fear came from; it was not entirely unreasonable. They did not belong here.

[Reader] could not bring herself to speak ill of those strangers. Her mother had not raised her that way.

The voices dimmed in the background as [Reader]’s father joined her. She rose, ready to greet him.

“My daughter, there is no reason to get up.” He touched her arm, and she missed her mother’s care. She missed her dearly in moments like these, when she did not know what to do.

“You must be tired.”

“You might be right, this one time.” She traced the necklace she had inherited from her mother. “What do you think… about them? What would Mother say?”

A vacant look crossed her father’s face.

“I think they will bring trouble. It would be best if you ignored their existence.”

He sat beside his only daughter.

His finger pressed lightly over her heart.

“Listen to what your heart tells you. Even if I were angry, I would trust your choices.”

“Thank you. I was genuinely conflicted,” she mumbled. “Hearing everyone gossip is tough. I feel like, no matter what I choose, it could be wrong.”

“Oh, my daughter… sometimes I forget you are not a child anymore.”

A sad, wistful giggle left her mouth. [Reader]’s eyes dropped to the fire.

“Dad, I caught a flat skate fish for tomorrow evening.” She pointed at the cooking pot. “I have no idea how I managed it, but the shot was not clean.”

Their afternoon and evening passed quickly. They spent them together, remembering [Reader]’s mother, whose presence could never be forgotten.

When the sky brightened again, [Reader] had nothing specific to do that day. She remembered the spear she had left unattended for too long and decided to sharpen it.

Not-too-young children wandered around the place she had chosen for herself — a spot meant to be quiet, near the shore.

They played with long wooden sticks, chasing each other, shouting and screaming, hissing whenever someone got hit.

“Tawtute! Skxawng!”

Some of the children laughed in the background, chanting to defeat the sky person.

[Reader] tensed. They were young; maturity did not come quickly. She could feel them bouncing from one leg to another as the woven floor began to stiffen.

At the same time, she focused on sharpening her spear with the Metkayina’s dark blade.

Sudden loud screams reached her ears. She jolted, her ears flattening.

One child almost got pushed into the water. That was it.

She looked down.

Red bloomed along the inside of her hand.

Shit.

A quiet hiss escaped her mouth, her teal thumb pressing harder against the fresh cut.

Every background noise faded, and she no longer heard the children’s laughter or shouts.

Silence rushed in too quickly.

A presence settled behind her, unfamiliar and heavy.

“You’re bleeding.”

The voice was unfamiliar — she could not place it, and then she knew.

[Reader] straightened at once, shoulders squaring. The obsidian blade was still in her hand.

No trouble.

“I said I don’t need your help.”

She did not look up at him yet. Other people were around.

She knew who he must be. The forest shaped features that did not quite fit the reef people.

“I didn’t say you did.”

A pause.

“I only said you’re bleeding.”

That made her glance up despite herself.

He stood a few steps away, careful not to cross some invisible line. Water still clung to his braids, droplets sliding down the bands across his chest. His gaze flicked briefly to her hand, then deliberately away.

Behind him, she noticed the future Tsahìk of the Metkayina with her family — all except her parents.

Not invasive. Observant.

Annoying.

“It’s nothing,” she muttered, lowering her hand. “Just a small scratch.”

Another pause. Longer this time.

“The kids shouldn’t play like that.”

Her jaw tightened.

“They’re children.”

“They’re scared.”

That did it.

She finally turned fully toward him, ears angling back. “And you would know?”

His lips pressed together, something unreadable crossing his face.

“Yes.”

The answer was quiet. Certain.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The reef breathed around them — waves, distant voices, the soft creak of woven platforms.

Then, softer, almost reluctant:

“I’m Neteyam.”

The name settled between them.

[Reader] hesitated. Giving her name felt like giving ground.

“…I know.”

That earned the faintest flick of his ears.

Neteyam was unsure how he felt.

Each time he passed by, moving carefully and observing his surroundings, there were always a few pairs of eyes watching him.

He felt like an intruder — the greatest shadow of his father, Toruk Makto.

This time, he locked glances with a girl, so confidently, as this had never happened before in Awa’atlu.

Tsireya did not count.

Neteyam believed she had taken his family under her wings.

The fierceness radiating from the stranger’s eyes was something he could almost feel, her hair braided at the crown of her head, the rest falling loosely in curls.

After a long moment of silence, she tried to disappear soundlessly.

No words were spoken.

“What a strange one,” he thought.

Neteyam trailed her with his gaze until she left. Quiet steps approached behind him, his ears following the sound.

“I didn’t want to interrupt,” a girl said. “It was [Reader].”

“Tsireya?”

One of her hands brushed his shoulder, her intentions unclear.

“As you know by now, your family is a controversial topic around here.”

The future Tsahìk moved ahead, stopping in front of him.

“I’m sure she meant well. I’ll talk to her.”

After that, she smiled, giving him no chance to respond, and suggested joining the others — curious bystanders, Neteyam’s younger siblings.

As they sat on the stony beach, the sound of water crashing against the rocks, they began learning the Metkayina way — something they had never expected.

How to breathe underwater.

The teal girl inhaled deeply, placing her palm on her chest.

“And breathe out…”

The oldest brother closed his eyes.

A million feelings rushed through Neteyam’s mind as he tried to slow his heartbeat.

Somehow, it felt like a trap.

Focusing on his vitals sent his thoughts spiraling through his latest fears.

The nightmare was something he did not want to experience near others. When he opened his eyes, he noticed Kiri watching him with concern.

Thankfully, his uneasiness hid itself well.

“You must slow down your heartbeat, Lo’ak. It’s still racing.”

Neteyam suddenly grinned, amused at the sight of his younger brother flustered.

Rotxo joined them, immediately understanding the situation.

“What a skxawng,” he thought.

From that moment on, Neteyam realized his brother’s feelings toward the chief’s daughter.

In the evening, bioluminescent lanterns illuminated all the paths of the communal area. The sea cast glimmers through the holes in the woven platforms.

All Na’vi gathered in large circles around the Olo’eyktan and Tsahìk.

For some, it was a magical night.

Neteyam sat beside his parents, his right hand the greatest shadow of Toruk Makto.

The Metkayina chief, Tonowari, chatted animatedly with Jake, while their wives sat in silence, uninterested in conversation.

It was loud — people talked and shouted, danced in circles, even drank something Neteyam had never tasted in the Omatikaya village.

The evening meal was alive.

With boredom, he listened to what his father said to the Olo’eyktan, dullness painted across his face.

“What is she doing?”

Whispers reached his ears.

“Where is she going?”

Neteyam looked up, spotting the same teal girl from earlier.

“[Reader]?” he muttered.

Now blatantly staring, he watched her stop, hesitation crossing her face — then she pushed through.

She lifted her eyes, searching for someone. When she found him, their gazes locked.

Again.

“Neteyam?”

She murmured.

[Reader]’s confidence returned as she approached him.

“It’s for you — because of earlier, forest boy.”

For a moment, the noise of the celebration faded, leaving only the quiet pull of something neither of them yet understood.

All eyes turned toward them.

Tonowari chuckled, while Jake fixed Neteyam with a death stare.

You miss him.

You noticed it right away. He was distant.

Aloof.

Depressed.

It wasn’t sudden. Not enough for anyone else to question. But you felt it immediately, like a shift in the air before a storm.

He would swerve out of the way as you walked towards him, striking up a conversation with whoever was closest and wasn’t you. His voice would lift just slightly, like he was trying too hard to sound normal. Like he was performing distance.

You crave him.

You had come to lean on his presence. It had slipped into your life so naturally you hadn’t realized it was happening until it was gone.

You want him near you. You want his smell, his touch, his affections. You want him wrapped around you, steady and grounding and always there.

But he’s gone.

Not truly gone. Not dead. Not lost.

Just not yours anymore.

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It was agony to do the right thing.

He thought he was doing the right thing.

He repeats it to himself the same way he repeats everything else, quiet, constant, like a rule he cannot break.

He still kept those pestering, demeaning men away from you. He still picked up tasks so you wouldn’t have to. Still watched from the edges. Still made sure nothing touched you that shouldn’t.

But he stopped touching you.

Stopped standing beside you.

Stopped letting himself exist in your space.

And in doing so, he freed up your time.

In freeing up your time, he opened the door for the Metkayina to court you.

Your father started sending men your way. Many warriors attempting to impress you with pretty words, strong tails, and big muscles. They spoke loudly. Confidently. They filled space in a way Neteyam never had to.

He watched from a distance.

Assessed them.

Measured them in silence.

None of them did all he did for you.

None of them noticed the small things. None of them anticipated your needs before you spoke. None of them watched you like you were something to protect, not something to win.

They are inadequate.

It settles in him, sharp and certain.

It’s been a month.

A month without your smell. Your touch.

A month without you.

You had grown cold towards him.

That’s what he had wanted.

That’s what he told himself.

You started entertaining these men. At first, politely. Then more easily. To the point that they started to come back. To the point that they expected to.

He would constantly have to watch you with the same couple of men.

Watch as they fawned over you.

Watch as they fought for your affections.

Watch as they leaned too close. Spoke too softly. Laughed too easily at things that weren’t funny.

He watched the gifts he wove for you, the ones you had worn daily without fail, slowly get replaced by jewelry and weavings from new men.

One piece at a time.

Like he was being peeled away from you.

He felt so alone.

It sits heavy in his chest, deeper than the wound ever did. Quieter, but worse.

He was being erased.

Again.

He was losing himself.

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Months had gone by.

You hadn’t seen him anywhere.

It went beyond swerving you.

He was just gone.

Not at the edges. Not in the distance. Not watching. Not near.

Gone in a way that felt wrong.

You decided to give these men a chance.

Maybe one could live up to him.

Maybe one could feel like him.

Maybe that was the problem.

It didn’t work.

Every touch feels wrong.

Every glance feels empty.

Every gift that isn’t from him feels like something you have to pretend to appreciate.

You try. You really do.

But it never settles.

It never feels right.

Your light starts to fade.

You notice it slowly. In the way you laugh less. In the way things feel heavier. In the way your patience wears thin by the end of the day.

You once found happiness in everything. Brought a little light to everyone. It came easily. Naturally.

The only person that gave you light back is now gone.

And no one else knows how.

You sit, dejected, in your marui.

The woven walls feel smaller than they used to. The air feels still. You spend less time outside recently. It was hard to be happy all the time. To do others’ work for them. To pretend you are important as the youngest daughter of Tonowari.

To pretend you don’t feel the absence of something you never even named.

He comes to you then.

Your father.

“It is time,” he says.

His voice is not unkind. Not forceful. Just firm in the way leaders are when something has already been decided.

He’s invited other clans. He’s invited his own warriors.

They will come.

They will stand before you.

They will be judged by you.

You had completed iknimaya ages ago. Proved yourself. Earned your place.

It was time.

You would choose a mate.

And you would get the next bead on your songcord.

One that was long overdue.

Your fingers curl slightly in your lap.

"Ok"

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They come in waves.

Metkayina in all shades of blue.

From clans nearby and far off.

Some you recognize, some you pretend you do.

The marui are fuller than you’ve ever seen them. Voices overlap, laughter rises and falls, the ocean air feels thick with expectation.

You put in more effort.

Your father asked you to dance, to hunt, to fish, to swim.

To show these men you’re strong, even as a later born child.

You do it.

You do all of it.

On stage you swirl, spin, drape, flow. Move like the ocean around you. Your body bends and follows the rhythm you’ve known your whole life. You feel the sand crunch beneath your feet, grounding you, keeping you steady.

The beads on your weaving clink as you sway.

He made them for you.

Everything you wear, he made for you.

Your fingers brush against them mid-turn, a subconscious reminder. A tether.

You’re calling out to him.

Begging him to see you.

He does not.

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You’re there. He can't take his eyes off you.

You’re up there dancing in garments he made you.

You’re up there begging for him to save you.

The fanfare around him has been overwhelming.

The noise. The people. The constant talk.

Hearing these men here talk about you only makes him miss you more.

It sits wrong in his chest. Twists.

They speak like they know you.

Like they need you.

Like they deserve you.

He walks and fills his plate, barely looking at what he takes. His mind is elsewhere. Always elsewhere.

He’s going to make any excuse to sit close and watch you dance.

He knows it’s unfair to be upset.

He started it.

He created this distance.

He told himself this is what was right.

But he can’t help it.

He sits so close to you. Close enough that if you misstep, if your foot lands wrong, you could kick him.

He almost wants it.

Almost craves even a touch from you that causes him harm.

At least you would have touched him.

His eyes don’t leave you.

Not once.

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It starts as murmurs.

Low voices behind him.

A group of men, gathered just far enough to think they aren’t heard.

One of them laughs.

“You see her? Tonowari’s daughter.” Another hums in agreement. “Strong alliance,” one says. “Strong blood.” Then another voice, sharper, more amused. “And a pretty one too. That is a bonus.”

Neteyam’s grip tightens around the edge of his plate.

They keep going.

“I wonder if she’s got anything behind the smile,” one says, tone lazy. “Not that it matters." A chuckle. “Doesn’t have to. Just needs to sit there and look pretty.”

More laughter. “Watching her pretty facial expressions as I fill her up over and over. Watching her stomach swell with my children. That's all I need her for.” Agreement ripples through them. Nods. Grins. Casual.

Like it’s nothing.

Like you are nothing.

Neteyam goes very still.

Something cold settles in him.

Not sharp.

Not explosive.

Just… final.

He sets his plate down slowly.

Stands.

No one notices at first.

He walks over, calm. Controlled. His expression unreadable.

He stops beside the one who spoke the most.

“Come with me,” he says quietly.

The man barely has time to react before Neteyam’s hand is on his arm, firm, unyielding.

They step away. Out of sight. Out of earshot.

The moment they’re alone, it happens.

The punch is fast.

Clean.

It lands hard against the man’s face, snapping his head to the side.

He stumbles, curses, swings back.

They scuffle.

Sand shifts under their feet. Breath turns sharp. Hands grab, shove, strike.

Neteyam doesn’t hold back.

Doesn’t think.

He moves like he was trained to. Precise. Efficient.

It doesn’t take long.

He gets him in a headlock, arm tight around his throat, forcing him still.

The man struggles, choking slightly.

Neteyam leans in, voice low, deadly calm.

“You will not speak about her like that.” The man laughs weakly, trying to play it off. “She’s meant to be chosen, is she not? That is the point of this.” Neteyam tightens his hold. “She is not something you get to use.”

Silence.

Heavy.

The man stills.

Neteyam’s voice drops further.

“If I hear you speak about her like that again, I will do more than this.”

It isn’t a threat thrown out in anger.

It’s a promise.

He lets him go.

The man stumbles forward, catching himself, breathing hard, shaken now.

Neteyam knows it would wound the man's pride to reveal that an Omitikaya brought him to the ground.

Neteyam doesn’t look back at him.

He doesn’t need to.

He stands there for a moment, chest rising and falling, something settled deep inside him.

Clear.

Certain.

He tried to step back.

Tried to let you choose.

Tried to do the right thing.

But this…

This is what happens when he isn’t there.

When he isn’t beside you.

When he isn’t yours.

His jaw tightens.

No.

He won’t let this happen.

He won’t let them near you.

He won’t let them touch you.

He won’t let them think they can have you.

Not like this.

Not ever.

He makes the decision then.

He will fight for your hand.

And he will not lose.

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You go to bed drained.

You watched Neteyam watch you.

You watched him disappear into the crowd and not come back.

You thought he might stay. He made such a statement sitting so near you. You hoped this was a step forward.

You suppose it wasn't.

The night was long.

Men constantly pulling you to walk to them. Their hand resting on your lower back, almost respectful, but definetly daring.

You felt grimy.

As night fully fell and you tossed and turned you made a desision.

You trecked out into the night. Into the forests behind the ocean villiage. To a natural warm pool flowing in from ocean vents. It was clear and comforting.

Slowly you slip off your garments. they clink to the forest floor.

You slip into the water and dive under feeling your muscles relax.

You let yourself float your chest open to the air, your head resting buoyant on the water. The forest echoes around you. Song cherps and shrieks echo, and the sound of the beach waves nearby almost lulls you to sleep. It's the calmest moment you've had since Neteyam.

You start to think of your life that way. Before Neteyam. After Neteyam. It makes your soul sink. Your heart feels cold and empty without him.

You suppose your faather did this to help. He must've known, to some degree, your need for that male. That male who left you high and dry. You know he wanted to help fill that void, to bring back his happy cheery bright daughter. But every glance, every converstation had without him just made your worse.

You hear a crunch then and freeze sinking down so only your eyes poke over the water.

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He had been watching you.

He hadn't really meant to. He snuck out to listen to the calming noises from the forest. To clear his head. To get away from the noise of celebration and expectation and everyone looking at you like something to be won.

And he saw you.

Moonlight filtered through the trees in broken pieces, silver against the dark water. The air was damp and warm, filled with the sound of insects and the soft movement of waves against stone.

He watched as you shed your weavings.

Slowly. Casually. Unaware.

He watched the moon glint off your curves and drip down your body, accentuating every dip and curve. Water kissed your skin as you stepped deeper into the pool, your body glowing beneath the pale light. His skin flushed purple as he watched, knowing he should turn away.

He can't.

His chest rises slowly. His breath catches. Something heavy settles deep inside him.

He watches you float in circles. The water carries you gently, your hair spreading around you like ink, your eyes closed as though this is the only place you can finally breathe.

He had always craved you, but seeing this opened something inside him he had never thought of before.

He had been drawn to your energy, your warmth, the way you carried light even when the world tried to take it from you. But seeing you, floating there, exposed to the world, soft and trusting and completely unaware of him watching...

Something inside him snaps into place.

He wants you.

Body and mind.

Every piece of you.

You're his.

He'll show you.

He makes his decision then and steps out of the brush.

The leaves shift beneath his feet, quiet but enough for your ears to twitch toward him. Your eyes open slowly, immediately finding him standing there at the edge of the water.

He watches you relax and slip slightly lower in the water, enough that he can see your bare shoulders and nothing more.

He wants so much more.

Your eyes question him. He had been distant for so long but now he's sought you out in your most vulnerable time.

The moonlight catches his face now that he's closer. You can see the tension in his jaw, the exhaustion in his eyes. Something desperate sits beneath his skin.

He can see then your body isn't the only thing exposed.

Your energy is raw and fraying.

You're in pain.

He caused that.

Guilt twists inside him so sharply he almost stops moving altogether.

But he continues to walk forward, not bothering to shed his tweng. He wades in towards you, the water ripples and splashes as he descends. The water climbs slowly up his body, soaking the fabric clinging to his skin.

You think you would tense, would turn away.

You don't want to scare him off.

You want him to stay.

He's next to you now. You can feel the warmth from his body now radiating in your direction. Even surrounded by cool water, he feels warm. Solid.

Safe.

“I want to be yours,” he says, meeting your eyes with such intensity it almost steals the air from your lungs.

There is no hesitation in him now.

No distance.

No pretending.

You don't freeze, you don't tense.

Everything inside you releases.

The ache in your chest loosens all at once, sudden and overwhelming.

He reaches his arms out and you relax into him instantly, like your body had been waiting for this.

“I am already yours,” you say, echoing his sincerity.

Your voice cracks slightly at the end and his expression softens immediately.

He needs you close.

Closer than you are now.

He lifts your body, tugging you to him tighter. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist beneath the water as his arms secure themselves around you like he's afraid you'll disappear if he loosens his grip.

His head moves to rest in the crook of your neck.

He breathes you in deeply.

You smell clean, like a combination of ocean and forest, a combination of him and you. Saltwater and damp earth and something underneath that is entirely yours.

His eyes close.

For the first time in months, he feels calm.

Tears are running down your face as you hug. Warm against his skin. You finally feel him again. His touch all around you, overwhelming your senses.

You missed this.

Missed him.

Missed being held like he never wanted to let go.

You want him to claim you.

Fully.

You want everyone to know.

But he pulls away.

Not far. Never far.

He doesn't set you down, just moves his face from the crook of your neck to gently kiss your forehead. His lips linger there for a moment, soft and reverent.

“I will claim you properly. I will win clan favor and honor you,” he says, pulling back to meet your gaze.

The seriousness in his expression makes your chest tighten.

He means it.

Every word.

You groan slightly at the fact he's going to make you wait, but you understand he wants to do this right.

A quiet laugh leaves him then. Small. Breathless. The first real laugh you've heard from him in a long time.

His thumbs brush against your sides beneath the water absentmindedly, like he simply needs to feel that you're still there.

He stands there holding you a while longer.

The water moves gently around your bodies. The forest hums quietly around you. Somewhere above, the moon watches through the trees.

He's made his decision.

He will make everyone understand that you two deserve each other.

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Many things changed after the Battle at the Three Brothers. With the help of your soul sisters and brothers Tulkuns, and joined by the great Toruk Makto, your Olo’yektan had an upper hand and a decisive victory over the sky people. It was a victory to be passed down in stories to your future generations and to be celebrated gloriously among the clan. This year was marking its fifth anniversary, with a big celebration that would last the whole night.

Since that battle, Neteyam has truly transformed into a man, earning approving and respectful looks from all around him. His forest upbringing never held Neteyam back from growing into his place among the Metkayina: his once slim shoulders broadened, matching the most skillful divers, height increased, and his muscles started showing without even flexing. In addition to his looks, his physical appearance never betrayed his personality. It seemed like Neteyam had the purest, kindest heart amongst all, always rushing to help the villagers with their chores, big and small; whether it meant fixing up a canoe, carrying baskets of food, or sometimes even babysitting, that is if he had time. His father was reluctant to stop the training with his sons, just in case of another attack from the sky people, so Neteyam rarely had any time for himself. 

Guys wanted to be his friends, while the girls were fawning over him, hoping to become his mate. It was no secret that now, being of an age to pick the one for himself, parents’ sudden attention and admiring looks were following him everywhere. But Neteyam didn’t rush to choose.

Unlike his brother, Lo'ak seemed to have his life all figured out, especially when it came to matters of the heart. Falling for Tsireya, Lo’ak had many expectations to live up to, if he wanted to be with her. After all, she was the daughter of the chief, and a tsakarem, the future Tsahik of Metkayina. And while at first, Tsireya’s parents were hesitant of the bond she was forming with the forest boy, Lo’ak’s family spoke for himself. His father had played a significant role in the victory at the Three Brothers, providing guidance and knowledge that helped secure their win. Lo'ak also worked hard on himself to earn her parents’ approval. So the day, when Lo’ak finally returned home with Tsireya's necklace around his neck, a symbol of acceptance, was the day when Neteyam felt the weight on his shoulders double in size. 

You were no different from the other girls adoring Neteyam, as you had also developed a crush on him during your teenage years. It was unavoidable, really. Before you grew out of your friendship with Tsireya, the two of you used to be quite close. So when the Sully’s first moved to Awa'atlu, and Tsireya was assigned to guide the kids, you were often hanging around them too. 

But it was easy for you to accept that you were never going to be an equal match for Neteyam. He had many admirers who were stronger than you, more skilled, more talented, and had respected families. Everything came into the play, and you were losing at every aspect. So, you have successfully suppressed this silly crush for years, before you could finally push it to the very far back of your mind and forget about it. Instead, you occupied yourself with your learning. 

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Despite not being friends anymore, Tsireya and you have always maintained a polite demeanor towards each other. Now it did feel a little strange to be paired with her for the gathering of pxorna’ fruits, but you had to follow through. As per tradition, the entire clan was divided into groups to prepare for the upcoming celebration, and you were assigned to work together. Even though climbing tall trees wasn't exactly your strong suit as a water Na'vi, protesting wasn't an option: after all, the sweetest fruits were always at the very top. So, to make the task easier, you and Tsireya took turns climbing the trees and picking the fruits, then one would lower the bag for the other to catch and store into the big woven baskets provided. This method ensured that the bag wouldn't become too heavy for you to carry back down.

Ready to lower another batch of fruits, you call out to Tsireya to catch it. But instead of a response, all you can hear is her laughter. Surely enough, when you look down, you find her engrossed in a conversation with Lo’ak, completely ignoring you. You try to catch her attention one more time, before huffing under your breath, and deciding to climb down by yourself. You clutch the bag tightly against your chest, but as you get closer to the ground, some of the fruits start slipping out of your grip. Your hand reaches out instinctively to catch at least one, when you suddenly begin to lose your balance. You can almost imagine the damage to your back muscles, once you will hit the ground, when a pair of hands help you down on the ground.

“I got you,” you hear an accompanying voice. 

“Thank you,” you blink in surprise, as you find Neteyam Sully to be your savior.

“You spilled some but they should be good,” he grins at you, as he crouches down and starts gathering the fruits from the ground.

Quietly, you empty your bag into the basket, throwing a glance at the other basket. It’s almost empty. You sigh out of frustration. There was still a lot of work to do, but Tsireya now seems to be completely distracted. At this rate, you’ll never finish. 

“Lo’ak, that’s enough,” Neteyam grabs his brother by the shoulder, interrupting his chat with Tsireya. An amused smile creeps up on your face.

“Come on, bro, let’s stay,” Lo’ak gestures to the trees around him, “At least, there is work to do here. You know the area where Ronal sent us for fruit is dead.”

“I don’t care, if we have to gather fruits from the dead trees,” Neteyam tries to pull him but Lo’ak stands his ground, “Lo’ak, you know that whatever Ronal decides is not up to discussion.”

“Bro, we spent an hour climbing those trees for nothing,” Lo’ak points to the empty baskets they brought, “If we stay here, we can help out the girls and gather for ourselves too. No one has to know.”

“Neteyam, please,” Tsireya pleads.

“Ah, what the hell?” Neteyam shakes his head before breaking into a toothy grin, “But these baskets are gonna have to be full, Lo’ak.”

“Sure.”

You roll your eyes at how easily Neteyam agrees to the empty promise. You weren’t close with Lo’ak but even you knew how often he got into trouble for not keeping his word. It doesn’t take long to confirm your suspicion: while you and Neteyam are occupied with the task on hand, Lo’ak and Tsireya disappear from underneath the trees. 

“Great,” you huffed, emptying yet another full bag into the basket.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help,” Neteyam says with a gentle tone.

You watch him empty out his bag into your basket too, instead of his. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you feel guilty. Does he always work harder to overcompensate for Lo’ak’s behavior?

“I don’t mind.”

He takes it so light-heartedly, you wonder if it’s a daily occurrence. You stare off into the direction where Tsireya and Lo’ak had previously disappeared.

“Don’t you find it annoying?” you ask him curiously. Surely, even he must have his limits.

“They mean well, give them a break,” Neteyam chuckles, nudging your shoulder.

“You know if you keep covering for him all the time, he will never learn his lesson,” you shake your head, “Lo’ak will be the only adult who doesn’t know how to take care of simple chores.”

“He’s not that hopeless,” he laughs, finding your reaction amusing, “He’s just a kid in love.”

You don’t disagree with him, instead falling quiet. There was no place for you to talk about his brother’s behavior, you weren’t close.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be discussing your family matters like this.”

“No need to apologize, Y/N,” his gaze softens, “Besides, wouldn’t you prefer a forest Na’vi climbing the trees, instead of Tsireya? I promise I am much better at it.”

“Of course you are,” you return his smile.

The two of you get back to work, with mostly Neteyam picking the fruits, and you filling up the baskets. Despite your initial annoyance with Tsireya for leaving you, you seem to enjoy working with Neteyam way more. He’s quick and attentive, and you are grateful for him overtaking the climbing part, because you were always a little clumsy when it came to physical activities.

Soon enough, the baskets are nearly full, so you decide to regain your strength and take a break. Neteyam peels fruits for the both of you, and you sit under the trees, enjoying the shade. 

“Hey, did you make that bag?” he suddenly points at the pocket attached to your belt. It was a small woven bag that you had on you all the time, in case you found beads or rocks you could put to use.

“I did.”

“It looks great,” Neteyam smiles, “I’m not surprised though. You always had golden hands.”

“That is not true,” you disagree.

“Are you joking?” his smile grows wider, “Y/N, you make the most beautiful items. I see people approaching you everyday for help. Do you know anybody else in the village who is as skilled at weaving as you?”

“Well…no,” you shake your head.

“Believe me, you really have a talent for it.”

It wasn’t just weaving that he was referring to. You were pretty handy when it came to making jewelry, also clothes, and headpieces. When you first indulged yourself in weaving, eager to learn to make beautiful pieces for yourself, you never expected that it would turn into a hobby. Your expertise soon expanded to other things too, like making resin weapons, toys, you even took up pottery. Eventually, people noticed and started approaching you with small tasks here and there, and you were glad to help out. But your clan didn’t have a name for your occupation, so you never considered yourself to fit into one. 

“Remember the ceremonial belt you helped me make? It still holds up incredibly,” Neteyam reminds you with a toothy grin.

Of course you remember. It was exactly four years ago, when one night, Neteyam came to your marui, ears pressed flat against his skull in embarrassment. He had to explain the reason for his late visit in front of your parents, saying that he had only the night to make his ceremonial belt. It took you by surprise, because Neteyam wasn’t known for slacking off. He just didn’t think that it would be so difficult to make a damned belt. Scolded by his parents for not starting out sooner, he was then too embarrassed to ask them for help, so there he was instead, asking for yours. Having a soft spot for Neteyam, your parents allowed you to help him, despite the late hour. You two barely caught any sleep that night, working on the belt, making sure that it looked special, different from the other guys’. Neteyam watched your movements attentively, eager to learn, so sometimes you would pass the belt back to him to practice.

“I see you still wearing it sometimes,” you smile.

“You really helped me out back then, I was going to get skinned if I didn’t have a belt by the time for my ceremony,” he pauses, “I still owe you for that.”

“Nonsense, no one owes me anything. Neither do you,” you shake your head, “I like helping.”

“You can’t possibly help everyone with nothing in return.”

“I mean, people bring me food here and there,” you chuckle.

“No gifts?” he quirks his eyebrow.

“Not so much. I can make my own gifts,” you shrug, “But Mateä brings me seashells sometimes.”

“Seashells? Do you like those?”

“Oh, they make necklaces and cover ups look so lovely. Of course, they’re a little tricky to work with but it’s worth it,” you explain, “And Mateä always makes sure to bring the most beautiful shells he can find… Sometimes, he even lets me have the ones he picked for himself.”

You knew Mateä ever since you were kids. He was only a year older than you, but he was very mature for his age, way more than anyone you knew. Mateä was also one of the most skilled swimmers in your clan, which allowed him to swim outside of the perimeters and discover great depths. So whenever he had a small task for you, like fixing up his spear, or making an armor for his ilu, in return he would bring you the most unique-looking, colorful shells he could find. 

“Why would Mateä pick shells for himself?” Neteyam squints.

"He probably just likes them," you shrug, "But there were times when he asked me to make a shell necklace for him, but then he would insist that I keep it for myself because he knew how much I liked it."

“So he makes you make your own gifts?” Neteyam snorts.

“Hey, that’s rude,” you give him a playful slap on the arm, “It doesn’t matter. I have many beautiful things thanks to him.”

“I’m only kidding… I just think that he might like you, that’s all.”

“Maybe.”

You don’t deny his accusation, partly because there is some truth to it. Mateä’s and your fathers were close friends, so they were quite happy with the possibility of you and him bonding some day. And while growing up there was no pressure on either side, the two of you had always felt that something might happen. You were never opposed to the idea anyway. Mateä was a good match for you: he was admired for his strength and swimming, and he was very respectful towards you. And even when you had your little crush on Neteyam, you still knew that Mateä was a more likely option. More recently though, you suspected that Mateä was eyeing you too. He just never made a move… not a direct one anyway. 

“Is he taking you as his date to the celebration tonight?” Neteyam interrupts your thoughts.

“Are we supposed to bring dates?” you ask, teasing. Sure, some brought dates to celebrations to make their bonds known but it wasn’t a requirement.

“Exactly! My father wants me to bring a date, like this isn’t a celebration of a battle.” he emphasizes the last word with his thick accent, clearly annoyed. 

“Why does he want you to bring a date?” you cock your head.

“Because I lied,” he blurts out, a guilty expression covering his face.

“Lied?”

“That I am courting someone,” he cringes, “Even though that someone doesn’t exist.”

“Why would you lie about courting someone nonexistent when you have dozens of girls ready to be swept away by you?” you stifle a laugh, “Especially Zìsmì.”

“Please don’t mention her,” Neteyam rolls his eyes, “I don’t mean to sound rude but Zìsmì is very persistent. I sometimes have to turn directions to avoid running into her.”

“That’s kind of mean,” you decide to tease him, saying that with a stern tone, like you mean it. Neteyam shifts uncomfortably. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s rude of me to talk about her that way,” he begins to apologize but stops at the sound of your laughter.

“I’m only joking, Neteyam,” you tilt your head back, “Don’t worry, everyone knows how pushy Zìsmì can get. If the two of you were ever to become mates, she would dominate you completely.”

“Thank you!” he agrees eagerly, “Please tell that to my parents. They have been so persistent that I reciprocate her attention. I mean… just because she is a good hunter and has respected parents, doesn’t mean I click with her.”

“Is that why you lied?”

“Yeah… I just didn’t think it through. I only said it to get them off my back for a while,” he explains, his voice low, “But when I told them that I wanted to keep it a secret for a bit longer, they got too excited. So sometimes, they kick me out of the house to go on my secret dates.”

“Secret dates?” 

“I kind of told them that the girl I’m courting hasn’t told her parents yet, that’s why we have to hide.”

“For a lie you didn’t think through, you sure had many details to add,” you’re amused by the clear regret on his face, “So they want to meet her tonight?”

“To confirm that I am not lying. After all, it’s been going for over a month now,” he sighs.

“A month?”

“I know, I’m going to get skinned,” Neteyam hides his face in his palms.

“Skinned by whom? Dad or Zismi?” Lo’ak’s voice interrupts your conversation.

Hand in hand, Tsireya and Lo’ak emerge from the trees and sit in front of you. She throws a concerned look at Neteyam.

“Dad, of course” Neteyam breathes out, still not lifting his head, “I can deal with Zìsmì later.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Lo’ak smirks, “By the way, you owe me, bro. Zismi was going to invite you as her date tonight.”

“What?” Neteyam looks up at his brother, “How do you know?”

“Oh, she asked me in the morning. She was looking for you, and then told me that she wanted to invite you.”

“What did you say?”

“I told her that she shouldn’t because you already had a date,” he shrugs.

“Lo’ak,” Tsireya groans, disappointed, “Now your brother will have to apologize to her, once she catches on the lie.”

“I am so dead,” Neteyam grunts, “If I could only have a little more time to think about it, I’m sure I can figure it out. But it’s like she’s conspiring with my parents against me.”

“Maybe you just need to finally turn her down,” you suggest, earning a chuckle from Lo’ak, “What?”

“Neteyam and rejecting someone don't go in the same sentence. He would rather run and sneak around the village, than tell someone that they annoy him.”

“I just don’t find that type of conversation pleasant. Or necessary,” Neteyam objects.

“They are necessary if the person doesn’t get the hint,” Tsireya adds, “Remember when Nauru -”

“Please don’t remind me of Nauru,” Neteyam interrupts her with a pleading voice.

“What did Nauru do?” you ask, now curious.

“Oh, you don’t know?” a grin stretches on Lo’ak’s lips, “It was insane.”

“It’s not funny, Lo’ak,” Tsireya shushes him, turning to you, “At first, it was kind of sweet. Nauru would leave gifts for Neteyam by his marui. But there was this one time she left him flowers, and, of course, she didn’t know that some of those were poisonous. Neteyam almost lost a finger because of her. She would also follow him everywhere, even show up to his hunts, almost earning an arrow in her head by another hunter. It was getting out of hand, and Neteyam had to reject her directly and ask her to give up.”

“Enough about Nauru,” Neteyam groans, “What am I going to do now? Even if I do turn down Zismi, I’d still have mom and dad to deal with.”

“You’re right,” Lo’ak agrees, empathizing with his brother, “I’m sure you’ll like someone eventually, but we both know how impatient our parents can get.”

The four of you fall silent for a moment, contemplating a solution to Neteyam's situation. But somewhere deep down in your heart, you feel a little relieved that he didn’t have his eye set on anyone yet. You are also partially grateful to your parents for not pressuring you in the same way. It must be hard having the Toruk Makto for your father.

“I know what to do to win more time, Neteyam!” Tsireya excitedly interrupts your thought process, “Remember the time Ao’nung asked Sìlälaw to play along, as if he was courting her?”

“That was pretend?” you ask. Surely, you missed out on a lot of things by not being friends with Tsireya anymore.

“Of course,” she says, like it’s obvious, “Before finding his mate, Ao’nung was getting scolded everyday by our mom and dad. So, he asked Sìlälaw to help him out, pretend like he was following her around, and she just didn’t like him back.”

“I don’t have time for that,” Neteyam shakes his head.

“No, hear her out, bro,” Lo’ak holds up his palm, “It worked once, right? Mom and dad stopped bothering you, when you lied about courting someone. Just show up this once, with anyone, and that’s it.”

“And afterwards?”

“Just lie,” Lo’ak exclaims, “Say that it didn’t work out or something, who cares.”

“And when it doesn't ‘work out’,” Tsireya chimes in, “You can win some more time by being ‘heartbroken’ and ‘not ready’ to pursue another girl yet.”

“It seems so excessive,” you comment, considering the plan, “Isn’t it easier to tell the truth?”

“The truth doesn’t work,” Neteyam lets out a painful chuckle, then turns to his brother, “Where would I even find someone to agree?”

“Now that’s tough,” Lo’ak hums, “Half of the girls are swooning over you, you’ll never hear the end of it.”

“What about Y/N?” Tsireya points at you.

“What about me?” you raise your eyebrows, confused.

“You don’t care for Neteyam like that,” she starts explaining, “And, you’ve had Mateä running after you for years now, but he still hasn’t even asked you out yet. Maybe if he sees you with Neteyam for one night, it’ll make him jealous and finally give him the push he needs.”

Neteyam snorts, like it’s an unlikely possibility.

“Mateä is never going to act out of jealousy, he’s not like that,” you object, “What if he stops speaking to me afterwards?”

“Then we will send Neteyam to talk to him. Neteyam will tell him that he’s heartbroken over you, and that you rejected him for Mateä,” Lo’ak chimes in, “He will dig for some information, nudge Mateä to confess to you. It’s so easy, like it was written in the stars.”

You can’t really find a flaw in Lo’ak’s suggestion. Maybe receiving a confirmation about your feelings is just the thing Mateä’s waiting for.

“Still, I’m not crazy. Do you even know how much pressure it would be to face all those girls?”

“Right, I shouldn’t be putting Y/N into such a position,” Neteyam supports your point.

“Y/N doesn’t have to face them at all. You can turn down those girls easily because you’ll have a perfect excuse. They would be too embarrassed to approach Y/N.”

“I guess,” Neteyam hums, “What do you think, Y/N? I mean, no pressure, but I would owe you for the rest of my life.”

“I don’t know,” you shrug your shoulders. It just feels icky.

“Come on, Y/N, for the sake of our past friendship,” Tsireya pleads with you.

“Okay… it’s just for one night, right?” you agree. It wasn’t.

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You feel like your heart is about to leap out of your chest, when Neteyam takes your hand in his. You take in a deep breath, heading towards the celebration with him. Lo’ak and Tsireya walk ahead of you.

It feels odd to be wearing Neteyam’s necklace instead of your own. That was the courtesy of Tsireya, who was convinced that once anyone saw you two exchange your necklaces, they would be convinced that the courting was serious. 

“I’m scared,” you admit through your teeth.

“Thank you again,” Neteyam whispers, squeezing your hand.

“Come on, guys,” Lo’ak turns to the two of you with an excited smile, “Act natural, okay?”

You nod your head but you’re not sure how you’re going to survive through the night. The closer you get to the celebration, the more people start noticing you. Hushed voices and gasps is all that catches your attention, even though Neteyam walks right beside you. Why does everyone look so surprised? You almost feel offended by the looks you get. Were Neteyam and you really that incompatible? 

The four of you take a seat around a small fire, pairs of eyes watching your every moment. You can’t help but sense Neteyam’s nervousness traveling down his body.

“You alright?” you whisper.

“Not really,” he admits, “Have you seen my parents yet?”

As you scan the crowd of Na'vi dancing and singing, your eyes land on Neytiri talking to someone. Jake stands beside her but his attention seems to be elsewhere, as he occasionally looks around him. Both of them are wearing celebratory clothing that is slightly more elaborate than any of yours. After all, it was a testament to their importance in the victorious battle.

“It looks like your father is looking for you.”

“Shit,” Neteyam lets out, nervously. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction.

“Keep it up,” Tsireya says, “The more relaxed you seem, the more believable this will look.”

She gestures at the two of you, and as you look down, you notice how close you and Neteyam are pressed to each other. It’s like you’re trying to hide from the attention you’re getting. 

It’s not long before you catch Mateä watching you from afar. Your heart beats faster, when his eyes travel to your hand still intertwined with Neteyam’s. He gulps down, and you wonder if he feels jealous.

“Mateä’s looking,” Neteyam points out, “You want to take it up by a notch?”

“What do you mean?” you turn your face to him, confused. 

There is a hint of playfulness in Neteyam’s eyes before he slowly leans in, his mouth close to your ear. You shudder under his breath.

“Pretend I said something funny, and laugh,” he whispers.

“I can’t pretend to laugh,” you whisper back, annoyed, “Can’t you just tell me something funny?”

Neteyam pulls back slightly to look at you. There is an amused smile resting on his face.

“We’re really bad at this, aren’t we?”

“You think?” you quirk your eyebrow at him, earning a small laugh from him.

“Okay, this can work too,” he says. You can’t help but smile at him.

But when you check for Mateä again, he’s nowhere to be found. Your smile drops. What if you hurt him? As if sensing your sudden change in mood, Neteyam gently squeezes your hand. 

"Are you alright?" he asks, “Is Mateä still looking?”

“No, I think he walked away,” you mumble, standing up, “I’m going to get us something to drink, okay?”

“Alright,” Neteyam mumbles back, watching you leave.

“Are you crazy?” Lo’ak slaps Neteyam on the arm, “Go with her, or they’re gonna eat her up alive.”

Following Lo’ak’s gaze, Neteyam sees Zìsmì with her friends. He quickly gets to his feet to follow you but you have already disappeared in the crowd.

“Y/N,” Zìsmì’s voice catches your attention. 

Sighing, you turn around to face her. She has a coy smile on her lips, as she takes you in from head to toe. You wait for her to talk.

“The necklace, did you make that yourself?” Zismi points to your neck, pretending as if she didn’t recognize it right away.

“It looks a lot like Neteyam’s necklace,” one of her friends says, before you could even open your mouth.

“That’s a little weird,” Zismi comments.

“You have a good eye, it is Neteyam’s necklace,” you gather as much confidence as you can, watching their expressions change, “He gave it to me.”

“Why would he give you his necklace?” Zismi scoffs.

“Because I wanted to see it on her,” you suddenly hear Neteyam’s voice, as he appears next to you, “Everything Y/N touches, basically turns into a lucky charm.”

The girls stare at Neteyam, their eyes widened. Again, you feel a little offended. Why is everyone so surprised that he likes you? Before you can react, Neteyam gently pulls you by your hand.

“We have to go, girls,” he throws with his most polite smile.

Feeling their stares like daggers in your back, Neteyam moves closer to you and wraps his arm around your waist protectively, leading you away from the prying eyes.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone,” he cranes his neck to whisper.

“It’s alright, I’m not scared of Zismi,” you turn to look at him, “Unlike you.”

“Very funny,” Neteyam rolls his eyes. 

His arm is still firmly wrapped around your waist, as the two of you continue walking. The warmth of his body against yours feels almost comforting, despite the curious glances you receive. Neteyam seems to notice it too, as he tightens his grip on you, pulling you a little closer to him. 

"Just ignore them," there is a hint of annoyance in his voice. You wonder if it’s bothering him more than you.

As you get closer to the big fire, you hear a loud cheer erupt from the crowd. Instinctively, you want to find out what’s happening. A chuckle of disbelief escapes from your mouth, when you see Neytiri and Jake dancing around the fire, to the fast rhythm of the drums. While Neytiri’s movements are gracious and fluid, Jake’s are… Well, Jake is trying his best. She throws her head back in laughter, when he makes an awkward movement, but no one else dares to laugh at the Toruk Makto, except for his mate. Suddenly, he sweeps Neytiri up into his arms and twirls her around the fire. The Na’vi cheer them on and on, clapping their hands in amusement.

You join in on the clapping, caught up in their infectious joy. When you turn to look at Neteyam, however, you notice that he's cringing.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” 

“They are acting like little kids,” Neteyam huffs.

“I think it’s sweet,” you nudge him with a smile, “Loosen up, Neteyam.”

“How can I?” he rolls his eyes at you.

“If your father can relax for one night, so can you,” you push him into the circle, with a loud shout, “Dance, Neteyam!”

Neteyam stands frozen for a moment, clearly embarrassed by your sudden action. His ears lower, and he tries to step out of the circle, but Lo’ak nudges him back in. The music picks up and the crowd cheers louder, but Neteyam stands still, clearly irritated by your behavior.

You can’t watch him anymore, so you jump to his rescue, and take his hands in yours. He tries to resist at first, but it doesn’t take much convincing on your part to get him to loosen up. As you embarrass yourself with the silly movements and faces you make, you finally coax a smile out of him. You don’t care about the others watching you, you only focus on getting him to dance with you. Soon enough, Neteyam’s confidence grows, and he starts to move more freely to the rhythm with you. You hold onto his hands, feeling the warmth of his touch, and beam with adoration as you watch him give in. 

Other couples start joining in, and the circle becomes more crowded. People start pressing closer, pushing you and Neteyam towards each other, with barely any space left. His hands instinctively find your waist, yours rest on his biceps, holding him in place. You’re not sure whether it’s the heat of the fire, or it’s just him, but you feel warmer and warmer, every time his eyes meet yours. 

“You okay?” you smile, noticing drops of sweat rolling down his face, “It’s too hot here.”

Before he can answer, you lead him out of the crowd. You catch a look from your parents’ from afar, and can only roll your eyes at them. You know they were going to question you about tonight but you don’t want to think about it for now. At least they don’t seem to be mad? 

Distracted, you turn around, nearly colliding with Neteyam's parents. They look a little lightheaded, and you suspect they've had a drink made from the pxorna' fruits you gathered earlier. Quickly, you bow low and bring your fingers to your forehead in greeting. Neteyam shifts uncomfortably beside you.

“Son… and Y/N,” Jake looks between the two of you with an approving smile. 

“Y/N, are you the one Neteyam was hiding from us?” Neytiri asks curiously.

“Mom,” Neteyam tenses up, “Let’s not make her uncomfortable, please.” 

Neteyam looks so stressed, you wonder how his parents believed his lies in the first place. Maybe they were blinded by the excitement?

“We’re just glad that it’s been her this whole time,” Jake says, smiling at you, “You’re very talented, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you reply, shying away from the compliment. 

“We were worried that Neteyam was lying just to avoid us,” Neytiri explains.

Neteyam and you chuckle nervously, hoping that this isn’t her smart way of cracking you.

“Are your parents aware?” she asks, scanning the crowd. You quickly draw her attention back to you.

“They are now… I am sorry that Neteyam had to keep this a secret from you, that was my wish,” you lie, “It is just that my mother likes rushing into many things, and I still needed some time to get to know Neteyam.”

You weren’t completely off; your mother did have a tendency to rush into things. If she had known that you were open to dating Mateä, she would have already told him by now.

“No need to apologize,” Jake chimes in, “If anything, I feel bad for forcing your hand.”

“You should feel bad,” Neteyam grunts but you can sense that he’s holding back from saying more.

“It’s alright, I’m happy to be here tonight with Nete,” you pat Neteyam on the back.

Dropping a nickname seems to be just enough to convince them. You notice the satisfied smiles settle on their faces. 

“Ma’Jake, let’s leave them alone. After all, it’s their first outing as mates,” Neytiri murmurs, pulling Jake by his hand.

“We’re not mated yet,” Neteyam cringes, but she only finds it amusing.

“It is only a matter of time, you are your father’s son after all.”

As the two of them walk away, laughing, Neteyam takes a deep breath to calm himself down. You can sense how embarrassed he feels, knowing what you heard. But you didn’t mind it all, he has no reason to be this upset.

“Are you okay?” you nudge him but Neteyam refuses to look at you, “Hey, don’t be like that.”

“I just...I didn’t think it would be this hard,” he admits, looking down.

“What would be hard? Pretending to be in love with me?” you tease, craning your neck to see his face.

“No,” he doesn’t even crack a smile, “I’m sorry for getting you into this mess.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I am enjoying this,” you take his hand in yours, finally getting him to look at you, “Besides, we’re almost done, right?”

“Right,” he nods.

“Now, come on, pretend that I said something funny and laugh,” you playfully repeat his words. Neteyam's lips twitch into a smile before he breaks into a genuine chuckle, causing your heart to skip a beat. You love the sound of his laughter.

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“You two look so good together, I am not ready for this to be over yet,” Tsireya beams, as she plops down in front of Neteyam and you. Lo’ak follows her suit.

“Maybe you should keep it up for a little longer, bro. The way you were dancing - “ Lo’ak starts to imitate Neteyam’s dancing but Neteyam slaps him.

“Stop that, skxawng.”

“Just ignore him, Neteyam, you were great out there,” Tsireya says softly.

“Seriously, being less tense suits you,” you agree, noticing Neteyam hiding a shy smile.

“I got to admit, it wasn’t bad at all,” Lo’ak straightens up, “I just haven’t seen you dance since Naye.”

“Let it go, Lo’ak,” Neteyam grunts.

“Who’s Naye?”

“Neteyam’s first crush from back home,” Lo’ak snickers, enjoying how far he can push his brother, “Neteyam was so in love with her, he couldn't even talk to her. So this one time, during a celebration, he decided to express his feelings by dancing for her.”

“Well, what did she say?” your ears perk up in anticipation.

“She just pretended like it wasn’t happening and walked away,” Lo’ak breaks into laughter.

“That’s not funny,” Tsireya covers Lo’ak’s mouth with her hand, “It’s alright, Neteyam, we all had our share of silly teenage crushes.”

She unintentionally throws you a knowing look, for support, but Lo’ak immediately catches on.

“Who did Y/N have a crush on?” he asks. 

You stiffen, feeling their gazes intensifying on you.

“It doesn’t matter now,” you try to switch the topic but Lo’ak doesn’t seem to give up.

“It shouldn’t matter then, if you say it,” he pushes, “It can’t be that bad.”

You let out a sigh, knowing that you won't be able to get out of this.

“I used to have a crush on Neteyam,” you admit as laughter erupts.

You shoot daggers at Lo’ak, who is now rolling in the sand, while Tsireya tries to cover up her laughter. You turn to Neteyam, who looks at you with a shy smile on his face.

“Before you say anything, I feel like I should clear this,” you hold up your hand, “It was just a fleeting crush before I got to know you. And it disappeared. So please don’t feel uncomfortable.”

“So you’re saying your crush disappeared right after you got to know him?” Lo’ak asks, another wave of laughter hitting him. Shit. That’s not how you wanted it to sound.

Neteyam only rolls his eyes at his brother, while Tsireya tries her best to keep a straight face.

“I’m sorry, we just sneaked some of the pxorna’ juice,” she explains. 

“I can tell,” you grit through your teeth. You have now truly understood the embarrassment Neteyam felt a moment ago.

“Y/N, please don’t take this to heart,” Tsireya rests her palm on your thigh, “Who cares what happened five years ago? We know you’re interested in Mateä now anyway.”

“Yeah,” Neteyam clears his throat, agreeing, “It was a silly crush, right? It’s all in the past now.”

You nod, but you can't shake off the feeling of unease. You couldn’t help but wonder if Neteyam was relieved that he didn't have to reject one more girl, or if he was secretly disappointed that you were interested in Mateä instead of him.

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When Neteyam asked you to keep up the fake courting till the hunting festivities to make his heartbreak more believable, you agreed. The festivities were supposed to begin only in a few weeks, to mark the beginning of the hunting season, so you thought it wasn’t a big deal. You could wait. Besides, it seemed like things were looking up for the two of you.

Neteyam was finally getting some time for himself. His father had started to ease up on him, cutting short his training. Knowing that Neteyam was supposedly courting you, Jake wanted to give his son a chance to focus on that. 

The past few months had been so tough on Neteyam both physically and mentally, that all he wanted to do was rest and recharge. So he would often use that free time to drop by your marui and ask to take naps on your floor, while you were working on whatever project you had. Since your parents were mostly out, letting you work in peace, Neteyam’s quiet snoring was no burden. And if anyone was visiting you to ask for help with their items, they would only throw an amused look at sleeping Neteyam and leave you two alone, helping you keep up your fake image without much effort. Sometimes, you would catch yourself watching him too, admiring the peaceful expression on his face, as he slept. Of course, this didn’t escape your parents’ attention, as they were peppering you with questions about Neteyam’s intentions almost every night. But you mostly ignored their inquiries, focused on the simple pleasure of being able to help Neteyam.

Slowly, the girls who used to fawn over Neteyam not too long ago also started to lose their interest. Especially with Zismi's parents informing Neytiri that they were considering another match for their daughter. Neteyam felt relieved by the idea that he didn’t have to reject anyone anymore.

On the other hand, you started noticing more efforts from Mateä. Even though you feared that he wouldn’t act out of jealousy, Mateä seemed to be persistent in seeing you more often than he usually did. Whenever you went for a swim, he was right there with you, trying his best to make you laugh. Whenever you would carry a heavy basket, Mateä sprung to your side to help. Not to mention the beautiful seashells he started to bring you without particular reason. It seemed like any day now, Mateä was going to confess his feelings for you. Neteyam didn’t seem particularly pleased whenever he witnessed your interactions, but you only assumed it was an act. 

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As you rounded the corner to your marui, you suddenly spotted Neteyam pacing around it. You hesitated to approach him as you could hear him mumbling something under his breath. It was almost like he was practicing some sort of speech. Instead, you carefully lowered yourself into the water and swam closer to your home, hiding just underneath. You were close enough to hear him and avoid being seen. You weren’t going to eavesdrop for long, you just wanted to find out what he’s doing before revealing yourself.

Neteyam suddenly stopped talking, and for a second, you thought that he had spotted you. That is until, Mateä came into your view, stopping by the entrance to your marui. You watch quietly, as the two of them exchange a brief greeting.

“Is Y/N here?” Mateä gestures to the marui, but Neteyam shakes his head, “Oh, I guess I thought she’d be here with you.”

“Why would she be with me?” Neteyam asks, with a slight annoyance in his voice.

“Aren’t you courting her?” Mateä asks, confused, “Or are those just rumors?”

“No, it’s true,” Neteyam seems to get his act back together. For a second, you were worried he would accidentally reveal something, “But Y/N is not tied to me every minute of the day, so…”

“So it is true that you’re not mated yet,” Mateä mumbles under his breath.

“Did you have something to pass to her?” Neteyam asks impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest. What is he doing? 

“Actually, I'd prefer to give it to her myself," Mateä matches his tone, clearly not liking the possessiveness Neteyam radiates. 

“If it’s another thing you want her to make for you, she’s been busy lately,” Neteyam scoffs. 

“It’s not a task, I brought her a gift.”

“Let me guess, more seashells?” Neteyam rolls his eyes. What is wrong with him?

“That’s right, I know how much she likes those,” Mateä steps forward.

Seemingly unfazed, Neteyam takes a step forward as well. You shift, thinking of interrupting them before things start to escalate. But Mateä doesn’t seem to be in the mood for an argument. Instead, he brushes past Neteyam towards your marui. 

"I'll leave them on her table. Tell her I brought them for her when she comes back," Mateä says over his shoulder. "Actually, don’t bother. She'll know they're from me anyway."

Neteyam watches in annoyance as Mateä disappears into your marui. You can almost hear him exhale loudly, trying to calm himself down. Maybe Neteyam’s just having a hard day today, you think. Perhaps something to do with his father? When Mateä comes back out, he leaves without a word.

Quietly, you swim to the back of your marui, and get out of the water. You pause before rounding the corner, and approaching Neteyam. Upon seeing you, he forces a small smile.

“Neteyam,” you greet him.

“Hey, Y/N,” he scratches the back of his head, nervous.

“Are you here for another nap?” you tease him, proceeding into your marui. 

“Actually… no,” he follows you in.

You hum, waiting for him to elaborate, as you start taking out some of the supplies you gathered from your bag. It’s then that your eye catches the beautiful green shells laid out on your table. Neteyam stands awkwardly by the wall, watching your reaction. 

“Who brought those?” you turn to ask him.

“Mateä,” Neteyam answers, “I forgot to mention. He was here earlier to see you.”

“Too bad I missed him,” you say, testing his reaction, “But it’s weird that he hasn’t asked me out yet. What do you think? You’re a guy.”

Neteyam has to physically restrain himself from cringing at your words. It takes him a second to regain his calmness, before putting on that fake voice he uses around his father.

“It is weird. He should have asked you out a long time ago.”

“Maybe he just doesn’t like me enough,” you turn your attention back to the shells.

“Nonsense. He’s just a coward,” you hear him scoff.

Surprised, you look at Neteyam again, studying his face. There is a mix of frustration and shame on his face. It's hard to tell if he's getting possessive over you, or if there's something else that's bothering him. 

"Is everything okay?" you ask softly, trying to gauge his reaction, “You seem to have a problem with Mateä.”

"Everything's fine. Just... he always seems to hang around you lately," he says, his voice trailing off.

“Well, wasn’t that kind of the point?” you gesture between the two of you, referring to the fake courting. 

“I guess,” Neteyam hums, you wait for him to continue, “I just don’t like that he acts like a coward.”

“Maybe if you stop scaring him away…” you mumble under your breath, but he’s quick to catch it.

“You don’t want someone who is so easily intimidated anyway.”

You don’t respond, confused by his behavior. Quietly, you start painting the pot you left unfinished last night. Neteyam falls silent too, watching you. He can’t understand what you see in Mateä. It just doesn't make sense to him. Neteyam also can’t understand why Mateä hasn’t made a move yet. Does he want you to choose him over Neteyam first? Or was he giving you other options, so you don’t have any regrets afterwards?

“You said you wanted something?” you interrupt his thoughts. 

“Um, right,” he clears his throat, “It’s kind of awkward.”

You put down the pot and turn to face him, suspecting that it is going to be something good. 

“What is it?”

“Well… apparently we’re not convincing enough,” he looks down at his feet, awkwardly, “People think that it’s just a rumor, that I’m courting you.”

“A rumor?” you frown, “But we’re hanging out all the time.”

Is he referring to Mateä’s words? Surely, if there was a rumor like that, Tsireya would have mentioned it to you a long time ago. She was keeping you updated. 

“No one ever sees us together outdoors, not after the celebration,” his voice gets a little higher, “I was just thinking that we could take it up by a notch?” 

“Well, what did you have in mind?” you tilt your head, curious. Neteyam’s eyes widen at your quick agreement.

“I take you on a date?”

“A date?” you smile, “Alright.”

A toothy grin spreads across Neteyam’s face at your response, causing your cheeks to flush with heat. You can't help but wonder if the two of you were getting too involved in this, and whether it was going to get in your way. But you can't deny the excitement you feel at the prospect of a date with Neteyam. Even if it’s a pretend one.

“What should I wear?”

“Anything pretty, and don’t worry about ruining it. I won’t take you into the water,” he says confidently, like he has everything planned out already.

“Okay,” you agree, reaching for one of the shell-necklaces you made for yourself. You raise your hand to show it to him, “How about this?”

“Hmm,” Neteyam pretends to think about it, as he leans against the wall.

You watch him with an amused smile stretching your lips. You rarely get to see a playful side of Neteyam but you love it when he acts like this. 

“I think I have to see it on, to decide,” he finally says his verdict, before cracking a smile.

You roll your eyes but comply anyway, walking up to him and shoving the necklace into his hands. As you turn around and move your hair out of the way, Neteyam carefully begins to tie the necklace around your neck. You can feel his hands shake slightly, as he takes his time. When he’s done, and you turn to face him, Neteyam is standing too close to you.

“Do you like it?” you meet his eyes, unable to put a distance between you.

“I do,” he breathes out.

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“Hey, Y/N, just dropping by for that pot. If it’s ready,” Tsireya walks into your marui, catching you off guard.

You had just put on a delicate pearly top you’ve made for yourself a while ago, and were trying to see if the ties in the back were in place. Tsireya gasps at the sight of you, bringing her hands to her mouth. 

“Did you make that?!” she beams at you, “You look beautiful, Y/N, it suits you so much!”

“You think? Not too much?” you quirk your eyebrow, pushing her for the truth. 

“Not at all,” she answers with a knowing look, “Are you going to see Mateä?” 

“No, not Mateä,” you shake your head. Tsireya looks at you confused, and you suddenly feel awkward having to explain yourself, “Neteyam wanted us to have a fake date somewhere public.”

“Oh,” that’s all she says.

It’s easy to see when something is bothering her. After all, you have been friends for a long time, you knew Tsireya like the back of your hand. 

“Just say it,” you urge her to speak.

“I just think that you shouldn’t drag this out for so long.”

“But Neteyam kind of needs me to keep playing into it,” you explain yet she doesn’t seem convinced, “Besides, Mateä has been showing more interest recently, so it works for both of us.”

“It doesn’t work for you and Mateä,” Tsireya disagrees, “You need to drop this, and Neteyam has to speak to Mateä before it’s too late.”

You don’t answer, considering her words. Tsireya is right, perhaps you should wrap this thing up. It was only supposed to be for one night, right? 

“Unless… you like him?” Tsireya looks at you, suspiciously. 

“Who?” your voice hitches.

“Seems like you’re starting to like Neteyam again,” Tsireya lets out with a sigh. She hated keeping things from you, but she also couldn’t lie. 

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Deep down, you suspect that she might be right. Neteyam was quickly starting to work his way back into your heart.

“I am just helping him out, Tsireya. There’s nothing between us,” you lie.

“I just think that this is not worth it… you and Mateä can have something really great.”

“The pot is ready, right over there,” you point to your table.

Tsireya throws an apologetic look at you, and picks up the pot, thanking you. She senses that you don’t want to talk about Neteyam anymore, and decides to give you time to think. 

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“Neteyam?” you frown, as he keeps gawking at you, without a word.

It has been a few moments since he saw you walking out of your marui, and he still hasn't said anything. You begin to feel anxious about your appearance. Is it too revealing? Are the pearls too much? You just wanted to look like you were going on a date.

"You look like a beautiful syulang," he finally breathes out, admiring your look.

“You mean it?” you take a step closer to him.

“I do, you look very pretty,” he confirms, but takes a step back. You notice that he keeps his hands behind his back, as if he's trying to hide something.

"Thank you," you reply, "What do you have back there?"

“Uh, I brought this for you,” he says, bringing forward something wrapped in a large green leaf. 

You can't see what's inside, but you assume it's fragile, given how carefully he held it. As you take it from him and begin to unwrap, Neteyam observes your every move with anticipation.

"You really didn't have to bring me anything, Neteyam," you say, meeting his gaze for a moment, “It's not like a real date anyway.”

"I wanted to," he responds shyly.

As the wrapping comes undone, you see a handful of small, delicate yellow flowers. They're unlike anything you've ever seen before, petals shaped in a unique swirl in the ends. As you bring them closer to examine, you gawk back at Neteyam.

"Let me show you something," he smiles.

Without waiting for your permission, Neteyam takes your hand in his, opening your palm and holding it above the flowers, throwing a shade. The yellow flowers begin to glow with a soft, natural luminescence. 

“How come I’ve never seen these!” you beam, earning a satisfied grin from him, “This is very special, thank you.”

“I’m not a very good diver, so I can’t get you those shells you like,” he confesses, “But I saw these glowing at the top of the mountain when I was flying last night, so I went back for them this morning because I thought you might like them.”

“I don’t need you to bring me shells, Neteyam, these are very special,” you carefully pull him in for a hug with your free hand, trying not to squish the flowers. As Neteyam wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer, you close your eyes in comfort.

You were already thinking of ways to preserve the flowers, perhaps gathering some resin, and making jewelry out of them. Or something for your hair? Your marui? 

“I’ll put them into water, so that they don’t die by the time I get back,” you say, pulling back from Neteyam.

“Don’t worry, I can always bring you more,” he smiles.

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Pretending with Neteyam had become effortless. As you strolled along the beach, Neteyam and you were just talking, catching up on the things that happened in the past years. Occasionally, you would make him laugh, and it warmed your heart to see him happy like that, carefree. Whenever you would notice someone watching you, Neteyam would ask you to hold hands with him to appear more serious. You agreed, of course, but Tsireya’s words were slowly weighing on you. You were letting it yourself get too invested, meanwhile Neteyam was only pretending.

As he walked you back to your marui, you could sense his growing nervousness.

“I think my neighbors are watching us,” you whisper with a smile, coming to a halt in front of the entrance.

“Are they big on gossip?” Neteyam leans in slightly, like he’s about to tell you a secret.

“Oh, very big,” you chuckle, “They are always asking my mother about you.”

“Maybe we should give them something to talk about,” he gulps down, bringing his face closer to you.

As Neteyam's eyes lock onto yours, you suddenly feel your heart race. You can't deny the tension between you, but you also can't ignore the possibility of this causing more trouble than it's worth. The thought of rumors spreading around the village about you and Neteyam kissing makes your stomach churn. Maybe this is too far. 

“What do you mean, Neteyam?” you manage to ask, captivated by his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, so quietly, like he’s going to scare you away.

“It wouldn’t be a proper date without a kiss,” you mumble. It was supposed to be a joke, a snarky comment, but you sounded so desperate, so impatient to feel him.

Neteyam only nods, his gaze fixed on your lips. He leans in, then hesitates, as if asking for one last permission. You tilt your head slightly, your heart racing in your chest. And when he finally closes the distance between you, you feel his soft, gentle lips on yours. It's so delicate and slow that it feels like a dream, intimate and special.

When you pull away, you notice a small smile resting on his lips. You can’t help but shy away from his gaze, taking a step back.

“Well, I think that was convincing enough,” you joke, trying to sound nonchalant about it.

“Thank you for tonight, Y/N,” he says, straightening up, “Have a sound sleep.”

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Your sleep wasn’t sound at all. You tossed and turned on your mat throughout the night, much to the annoyance of your parents. Your eyes kept being drawn to the bowl of flowers, casting a soft glow in the darkness. It reminded you of stupid Neteyam, of his stupid lips, and stupid captivating golden eyes that glowed the same way under the moonlight. You couldn't get him out of your head, and it was starting to drive you crazy.

Tsireya's warning echoed in your mind - this pretend relationship with Neteyam was going too far. You knew you had to have a serious conversation with him and move on with the final stage of the plan: turn him down. If not, you could ruin your chances of finding a real relationship. Without Neteyam.

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Early in the morning, with a determined stride, you make your way to the beach, where you spot Neteyam, training with his father and a group of guys. You don’t think through what you’re going to do, when Jake suddenly notices you. 

“Good morning, Y/N,” he says, drawing everyone’s attention to you, “Anything I can help you with?”

You greet them, and gulp down, easily finding Neteyam’s curious gaze on you. Well, you have come so far, why not just get it over with?

“Can I speak to Neteyam for a moment? It won’t take long,” you turn to Jake.

Jake purses his lips, but nods at Neteyam, giving him a sign to go. He approaches you with a worried look on his face.

“Is something wrong?” 

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your training,” you apologize.

Neteyam obliges, when you lead him away from the beach, to talk in private. It’s still early, so most of the clan is asleep. You feel nervous under his patient gaze but you know it has to be done.

“I wanted to talk to you about us,” you begin. Neteyam nods, encouraging you to go on, “I know there’s still a week until the hunting festivities, and I promised to help you till then, but I don’t think I can.”

Neteyam’s eyes widen slightly, but he remains calm.

“Do you want us to stop pretending?” he asks softly.

“Yes, I think it’s for the best if we stop now. If we keep going on dates and…kissing, it might give people the wrong idea, and I don’t want that,” you answer, trying to keep your voice steady.

He looks down at his hands for a moment, thinking. You don’t interrupt him. He’s probably just trying to come up with the best way of telling his parents. He doesn’t seem saddened that he won’t be forced to spend time with you anymore. You’re the idiot who fell for her fake boyfriend.

“I understand, Y/N,” Neteyam finally says, meeting your eyes, “Thank you for helping me so far.”

“It’s fine,” you let out a breath, “Then it is decided. And Neteyam…we have to keep our distance from now on.”

Neteyam watches, as you walk away with a mixture of feelings. You're relieved, yet also disappointed that the fake relationship is over. You can't help but wonder if things could have been different between you and Neteyam, if only circumstances were different. 

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

The following days seem to stretch with a painful slowness. You feel lost, with a constant sense of longing that follows you like a shadow. The realization that you had fallen head over heels for Neteyam and can’t be with him hits you hard. You feel stupid but you can't help thinking about him all the time, trying to carry on with your day-to-day tasks. But it seems like everything is taking more effort than it used to.

Every now and then, you catch a glimpse of Neteyam from afar, and he looks just as sad as you feel. You can't help but wonder if he's just putting on a show for the sake of the rumors, to make it believable. You wish you could just talk but avoiding him is the right thing to do for now. 

And as suspected, it doesn’t take long for rumors about you turning him down to start spreading throughout the clan. People notice that you two aren’t spending time together anymore and are avoiding each other. It is ironic, how they think that it's Neteyam going through a heartbreak, when in reality it is you. 

When Tsireya comes to congratulate you on the successful plan, she tells you that Mateä has heard the rumors and was preparing to confess to you. But you don’t want Mateä anymore. Instead of sharing Tsireya’s excitement, you can’t hold back any longer, and break down in front of her, confessing your true feelings for Neteyam. It is freeing to finally let it out, to have someone to confide in. As she comforts you, it feels like you are friends again, if only for a moment.

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

You got ready a long time ago. Your hair decorated with feathers and beads, face painted with white ceremonial patterns. In a few hours you would be joining the rest of the clan, to wish a farewell to the Metkayina hunters. The Tsahik would bless them with a prayer to Eywa, and after you sing your songs, the young men will leave. It was a tradition in your clan, that at the beginning of each year, the young hunters would travel by the water to an unfamiliar land. It was a test that every hunter had to pass, to learn to adapt in every situation and be able to stand for himself and for his allies. Sometimes, it would take them a few days to return back with a prey. Sometimes, it would last a full moon. It depended on Eywa’s guidance, and the hunters couldn’t return without receiving a blessing first.

Despite the value it held, the passage was still dangerous. It was painful for you to recall the instances when the groups returned with wounded or missing Na’vi. And although you were aware that it was Neteyam’s third time going on the hunt, you couldn't help but feel worried sick for him. Tonight, with the rest of your clan, you had to show your support, but your mind was contemplating not showing up at all. You didn’t want to see his face, afraid that it might make your heart break further. 

There was still time for the ceremony, as you wandered off to the water, trying to calm down your nerves. It would be disrespectful not to go, you had to show up and pray to Eywa that she keeps Neteyam safe and sound. You’re so deep in your thoughts, it takes you a second to notice Mateä sitting down next to you. You force a small smile to greet him.

“Excited for tonight?” he gestures to the extra pieces of ceremonial clothing you’re wearing on your arms and legs.

“Just wanted to be ready in time,” you’re not sure how to respond. You knew Mateä your whole life, yet it feels awkward to be with him alone. 

“I heard that you turned down the son of Toruk Makto,” Mateä emphasizes, you hum, “I will not lie to you, at first, when I heard about it, I was relieved. I thought that he doesn’t deserve you. But seeing you like this… it saddens me. I do not wish for you to be unhappy.”

“Thank you, Mateä,” you hang your head at his words. 

“Listen, Y/N,” he says softly, “We have known each other since we were babies. And while I curse myself for not spending more of my time with you back then, I do not want to regret this chance too.”

You meet his eyes again, nervously. You knew him pretty well. When Mateä was sure about something, he confronted it head on. Whether it was a rejection or an acceptance, he wished to know the truth in order to move on. 

“I always had my eye on you, Y/N,” he confesses, “What I didn’t realize that it was not just in a way one would look after their friend. It is shameful to admit but… it took me seeing you with another man to understand the true nature of my feelings. I like you, Y/N, and I wish to know if you feel the same way.”

You gulp down, tears filling up your eyes. The man you thought you could spend your life with was finally opening his heart to you, yet you didn’t want it. Your own heart belonged to somebody else. Oh Eywa, why couldn’t you enjoy what you had wished for?

“Don’t cry,” Mateä whispers, noticing the tears rolling down your cheeks, “Your heart belongs to him, doesn’t it?”

You can see the brave face he puts on, as you slowly nod your head. You feel so guilty and ashamed for admitting it to him. Mateä was really one of the only people in your life that you valued, and you were hurting him.

“I’m sorry,” you sniff, “If there was a way for me to make this better…”

“You don’t have to apologize, just don’t cry, okay?” he reaches out to wipe away your tears, and you nod again, “That is enough for me.”

You don’t feel like you even deserve his attention right now. 

“Mateä, if I could take away the pain that I’m causing, you know I would in an instant,” you mean it.

"I know, Y/N. But you can't help who you love," he says softly, "Regardless of what you choose to do, just promise me that we can still be friends, alright?"

"Of course, Mateä, you mean a lot to me," you nod, grateful.

"Good,” he stands up with a small smile, “Now, let's go. We don't want to be late."

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You quietly take a seat next to Tsireya, who is anxiously watching Lo’ak from a distance. Despite knowing how important it is for Lo’ak to partake in the tradition, she can’t help but feel worried for him. You lay your hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“Lo’ak is a skilled hunter. You know that Jake takes training very seriously,” you reassure her.

“You’re right,” she nods her head, then turns to face you, “You came with Mateä... Did you talk?”

You nod, pursing your lips together. It’s not difficult for Tsireya to realize what happened. It was only logical that you would reject Mateä because of your feelings for Neteyam.

“Oh, Y/N,” she lets out, pulling you in for a hug. You feel like it’s comforting not only you, but also her.

As the rhythm of the log drums slowly picks up, everyone falls quiet. The Tsahik makes her way to an open space, and the hunters quickly surround her in a circle, kneeling down. It’s then that you see Neteyam, wearing his headpiece and armor, with bow and arrows attached to his back. You can’t help but feel a twinge of worry for him but you push the feeling aside, afraid that it might ruin his luck. 

When the Tsahik’s voice fills the air with a praying chant, the hunters begin to sway in unison, seeking the blessing and guidance of Eywa for their upcoming journey. With the rhythm of the log drums, you find yourself lost in the moment too, closing your eyes and letting yourself be carried away. 

Eventually, when Tsahik stops, the hunters rise to their feet. As per practice, they must bid farewell to their loved ones, in case they may not return. You can’t help but feel nervous because this part of the ceremony is usually long, and Tsahik allows everyone to take their time. You know that soon enough you will watch Neteyam making his way to his family, and it hurts to know that he won’t be saying goodbye to you too. With every passing second, you feel more anxious, and all you want to do is get away from there. So, when the rest of the clan starts moving, you stand up to leave without even looking in his direction. 

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You rush through the trees, making your way into a small clearing, illuminated by the moonlight. You take a moment to breathe in and out with the sounds of nature, and eventually calm yourself down. When suddenly you hear a rustling of the leaves. 

Your heart skips a beat as you see Neteyam making his way to you, with a mix of concern and confusion. 

“Y/N, why did you run off?” he asks, as soon as he’s close enough for you to hear.

“Doesn’t matter,” you dismiss him, “Why are you here? You should be with your family now.”

“I already talked to my family,” Neteyam comes closer, and your breath catches in your throat, “But I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to you.”

“Neteyam,” you’re so confused at his behavior. Did he feel guilty because you looked upset? He shouldn’t be here with you right now.

“Y/N, why did you reject Mateä?” he asks suddenly, catching you off guard, “Tsireya told me.”

You don’t answer, holding his gaze. He hated rejecting girls, you can’t burden him now, before his hunt.

“Was it because of me?” he pushes.

“It does not matter, Neteyam,” you try to brush him off, “You have a hunt ahead of you, you shouldn’t be here right now. Shouldn’t be making your night about my stupid actions.”

“How can I not make this about you?” he says, irritated, “Everything is about you now, Y/N. Every moment of every night and day, doesn’t matter what I’m doing, my mind is occupied with the thoughts of you!”

“W-what?” you stutter, caught off guard.

“So for you to tell me ‘it doesn’t matter’ if you rejected Mateä for me… Of course, it matters. It matters to me, because... Because I see you,” he lets out, breathing loudly.

You stare in confusion, as Neteyam’s eyes jump all over your face, searching for a reaction. All you can do is think about how much you wanted him to say those words to you. To tell you how much he liked you, longed for you, the same way you did for him.

“I see you too, Neteyam,” you manage to whisper, reaching your hand to cup his cheek.

A loving smile breaks on his face, when Neteyam pulls you in for a kiss. He is so desperate to touch you, to know that it’s real. You’re real. Happiness overwhelms you, as you smile against his lips, your hands gently cupping his face. 

“I’m yours,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m yours forever,” you whisper back.

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Did my best to upload this before my job interview tomorrow, so by the time I come back, I want you to leave your comments and tags!!! Seriously, I love that shit, it makes my heart melt. Especially when you submit questions

my 30k enemies to lovers fic (neteyam x ta'unui reader)

Cupping your sweet folds, Neteyam takes his finger, separating the swollen flesh. Taking the flat of his thumb and rubbing small circles around your clit. You hold back your moans, already being warned before to keep it down, but that was all impossible the second he entered you. “Uh!” You throw your own hands over your mouth this time. Muffling your sounds, Neteyam watches you closely through hooded eyes. His own arousal taking over as your pretty little face screwed up in pleasure. Your brows scrunched together with your dainty hands clasped over your mouth.

“Tell me who this belongs too” he moans, beckoning his fingers towards him. Almost as if he were attempting to coax your orgasm out of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, messy squelching noises filling the void in the forest around you. Shaking your head you attempt to signal ‘no’. Afraid that if you removed your hand from your mouth, you wouldn’t be able to control the sounds that came out of you.

“I got you baby.. tell me..” he adds another finger, earning another muffled sound from you. “Come on” your hand falls from your mouth, with everything in you, you hold that breath back. Lowering your head to rest on his - locking eyes with him. Your orgasm began to pool in your lower belly, gripping his shoulders as he finger fucked you. Bucking your hips into him with haste, chasing that high.

“Y-you” you whimper. Neteyam scissored your hole, spreading the dripping skin apart. Stretching you to unbelievable measures. “Can’t hear you.. now tell me who this pussy belongs to” his fingers leave you. Wrapping his hand firmly around your throat, lowering you to the ground on your back. Your eyes widened, Neteyam too overwhelmed with his own arousal to be tame. With one hand he removed his loincloth swiftly, positioning himself between your legs. His veiny cock just inches from your heat that dripped onto the forest floor beneath you.

He poked at your entrance, refusing you his length until you declared what he wanted. The pupils in his eyes completely blown out with lust, his breaths picking up, losing all control slowly. “I don’t like being ignored baby” he pushed forward, his cock sliding against your clit. He was so big that his tip stopped just below your rib cage. Your head fell back, the weight of his member squishing your clit - a small yet much louder moan leaving your chest. “That’s right.. tell me and I’ll fuck your brains out” he growls, pushing into you once more, causing your head to spin. Losing all self control.

“You! She belongs to you!” Wrapping your tiny hands around his waist, you attempt to push him further. Itching for that friction the longer he made you wait. Neteyam was the ultimate tease, constantly edging you whenever he felt like it. He smirks, pulling back. His eyes falling to where his heavy cock sat resting on your belly. Sliding it completely off of you before lining himself up with your wet folds.

He enters you. Your slick aiding with the ease of him sliding in, his mushroomy tip smacking against your cervix. You moan loudly, no longer able to hold back. He watches with satisfaction, finally getting what he was asking for. Your walls instantly sucking him in, hugging his girth like a warm blanket.

“Mhm. How deep am I?”

You could feel his head ripping past your cervix, inch by inch until a large bulge formed just above your navel. “Mmm so deep! S-o deep!” He placed his hand over your womb, pulling out all the way just to slam back into you. His hand rising from the pressure of his cock deep in your belly.

“Yeah? You feel that? Feel me deep in your belly?” His pelvis slapped against yours, causing your body to jolt under him. A heat filling your womb ready to cum the second he gave you the chance. “Oh Te! G-gonna make me cum!” You yelp, the air ripped from your lungs. Mouth agape while small whimpers squeezed their way passed your vocal cords.

“Yes baby cum.. cum for daddy” his hips snapped into yours. Turning into a whimpering mess above you, his arms shaking next to your head - fists curled up into balls, his blue skin turning white from the force of his grasp.

His words were like velvet. His low voice, almost growling. His own orgasm coming forth as he felt your pussy clench around him. Releasing the most toe curling orgasm in existence. “F-fuck fuucck.. cuming! Ooo you make me cum!” You turned completely dumb around his cock, your eyes crossing and toes curling while your orgasm coursed through your body. Feeling it deep in your womb as you pussy struggled to flutter around his girth.

Neteyams mouth hung open, breathing erratically “Gonna put my baby in there.. watch your belly swell” your slick leaking out of you, down the sides of his shaft. Coating his balls in your sweet thick liquid, it dripped the more he fucked you. Causing his balls to pulse, finally releasing his seed deep inside you. “Oh god.. oh baby” he whimpered. Dropping his head into the nook of your neck as he sprayed your walls. “F-fuck… fuck” high pitch whines escaped past his parted lips. You felt almost proud of yourself being able to force such a sound from this masculine man. He may have been a strong warrior - but when it came to you, he turned into a whimpering mess.

You caressed his back as he came down, your breathing turning normal. Feeling the weight of his body slowly succumb to his exhaustion, falling on top of your petite frame.

“Look at what you do to me” he quivers, still deep inside you. You were perfectly content with staying just like this, nestled under him. Surrounded by the warmth of the trees. But you knew better than anyone that that wasn’t possible.

Your eyes snapping open, hearing a twig snap in the distance.

“Te.. someone’s coming!” You whisper. Attempting to push him off of you. But he didn’t want to move. You pushed harder against him, terrified about the thought of someone witnessing you covered in both of your releases while he’s still very much inside you.

“Up! We have to go!” He pushes off of you lazily. Pouting his lips. “Babe..” you push him by the shoulders, forcing him to his feet. Grabbing your clothes quickly, dragging yourselves away from the incoming intruder. “Don’t babe me.. snap out of it” you whisper.

His arms hung low, dragging his feet. Not being graceful whatsoever. Stopping in his tracks, planting his feet firmly into the ground. You tugged hard, growing more impatient. “I don’t wanna hide anymore baby” he huffs. “Why can’t we just tell my parents?”

Your head spun with disbelief. Not only was that completely absurd but you both risked being shunned. He was already promised to another, their mating ritual already scheduled. It would dishonor him and you, ruining any potential for you in finding a mate of your own. It hurt you, of course it did - you wanted to be with him. Be his mate for life, it just wasn’t possible. You hit his head with your palm, just enough to get his senses right.

“Stop talking nonsense, now put your clothes on!” You looked behind him. Someone’s head comes into view as they scan the area where you just got pounded. You could see now by the large feather chest piece that it was Jake, grabbing Neteyams arm and yanking him down to his knees. Hiding your bodies behind a large bush. Neteyam looked at you in confusion. He opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him, clasping your hand over his mouth.

“Your.. father” you mouth to him. His eyes widened. Immediate fear filing his veins. If it were his mother he’d be less frightened, since she tended to be more understanding. Coming out of his fog he realized how reckless he was being, declaring that they just come clean being one of the dumbest things he’s ever said. It truly wasn’t that simple.

“Neteyam!” Jake shouts. Standing to his feet. You lean over slightly, looking through a naked patch of the bush. Squinting your eyes to see - to your horror he was holding something of Neteyams. Rolling his knife around in his hands. You looked down at Neteyams waist not finding where it should have been, closing your eyes and hanging your head in shame.

Neteyam followed your gaze, his heart pounding as he realized he dropped his weapon and since it was custom, he knew his dad knew it was his. Your grip tightened around his mouth, holding your finger up to your mouth, signaling that he be as quiet as possible.

You watched Jake from a distance. He turned sharply, making his way back to the village, when he was clear out of view you dropped your hand from Neteyams mouth. Finally letting that breath out that you were holding.

“What are we gonna do?” You ask. Hanging your head low. Neteyam came up on his knees, cupping your cheeks in his hands. Forcing you to look at him.

“Relax my love, he didn’t see us. It’s an easy explanation” no matter how much you wanted to believe that, Jake wasn’t stupid and you knew that he came out here looking for him for a reason.

“I don’t think it’s that simple”

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It was no secret that you avoided Neteyam for days. Your last encounter was just too risky and you were not ready to face the consequences had you been caught. He started to feel your absence, growing more and more impatient.

You walk to the center, the village cooks serving dinner. Your stomach growled. Not being able to remember when you last had a meal, being too riddled with anxiety to do so.

“Hey there pretty lady” you turn slowly, hearing a sweet voice. Relief washing over your features at the sight of Kiri.

“Hey Kiri” she slinked her thin arms around your shoulder, walking alongside you as the two of you made your way to the center. “Where ya been? You haven’t been coming to dinner” you scoff, hanging your head low. Unable to come up with an explanation. Because there was simply no explaining your absence.

“Eh.. ya know.. just been busy” raising your head off the ground. Your eyes fall upon the one person you’ve been avoiding. Neteyam sitting crouched next to his father, arm resting on his knee and the other lazily hanging between his legs. He eyed you, slight anger covering his features as he observed your every move. Out of embarrassment you drop your gaze from his. Returning back to the conversation with Kiri.

“Anyways… enough about me. When will you be leaving for Awalaltu to visit Rotxo?” You say. Trying your best to move the questions away from you while fighting desperately to avoid Neteyams burning stare. Kiri shrugged her shoulders, lowering herself to the ground in a crouch - you followed her motions, doing the same. “Actually.. he’s coming here” you gasp, shoving her shoulder lightly. “Kiri! That’s great news!”

You two share laughter, forgetting the eyes that were on you. Until you hear slow heavy footsteps coming your way. “There goes your boyfriend” Kiri said, nodding her head in his direction. You follow her gaze, looking up only to see Neteyam towering over you. His shoulders tensed and fists clenched.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” his voice was laced with venom. You could tell that your absence has severely affected him and he had no more patience with you. Gulping back the large lump that formed in your throat you look up at him. Determined to send him away. “I’m talking to-“ you're interrupted by him grabbing you under your arm and pulling you to your feet. He lowered his head until his lips brushed against your ear. “Now” he seethed. Pulling you away from your friend.

He gave you no chance to protest, dragging you to your spot in the woods where no one could see. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest and for a moment you thought he could hear it. Stopping in his tracks he lets go of your arm. Facing away from you while he places his hands on his hips. His head hung back as he looked at the sky. You stood shyly, holding yourself. Trying your best to come up with an explanation as to why you’ve been avoiding him.

Suddenly he turns to you. Anger written all over his face as well as anguish. He missed you.

“Why are you avoiding me?” he spat. His words came out harder than he intended but you couldn’t blame him. “Did I do something to upset you? Because I’m confused”

You shake your head, dropping eye contact with him as you fiddle with the beads in your hair. Too embarrassed to face the truth. “Neteyam I-“ you take a deep breath, raising your head to look at him. “I think we should stop seeing each other”

He couldn’t believe the words he heard. He didn’t understand. He didn’t want to understand. He ran his hands through his hair nervously, working just as hard to keep himself calm and collected. Stepping closer to you to break the space between you. You stepped back but he refused this, pulling you in by the waist and holding you firmly to his chest.

“You’re not leaving me” he says. His hand coming up to cup your cheek. Rubbing the soft skin with his thumb. Tears began to well up in your eyes. This entire situation proving to be too much for you. It was hard enough that you had to say this and he wasn’t making it any easier.

“Hey, hey.. look at me” pulling your face up to him he gave you no choice but to face what was right in front of you. “I don’t care about what could happen, all I care about is you and I won’t allow you to push me away. You’re mine and you always have been” you couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your eyes. Throwing yourself into his chest. Neteyam immediately embraced you. Wrapping his large hands around your dainty waist.

“You’re not going anywhere” he whispers in your hair. Kissing the top of your head.

You two sat like this for a moment. Soaking in each other’s presence. Feeling as if you were the only two beings left in the world. But that was all cut short when someone clears their throat behind you. You both turn your heads sharply. Only to be met with Jake and Neytiri standing with their arms crossed over their chests. You panic, pushing yourself away from Neteyam. Hanging your head low in shame.

“M-Mr and Mrs Sully!” Your voice was shaky, nerves coursing through your body as you were unable to think about how you would explain what they just witnessed. Neteyam stepped in front of you. Blocking your body from his parents. His head high and his chest out - suddenly having all the confidence in the world.

“Mother.. father” he paused. “I believe we have something to tell you” his voice was strong, filled with pride. He was going to speak his mind.

“You are in love” Neytiri coos. A small grin came across her face. Neteyams eyes widened at her sudden interruption. Confused how she could possibly know. Your head snapped up, looking her in the eyes. Unsure how to respond. Neteyam looked back at you and then back to his parents, dryly licking his lips before continuing.

“Y-yes we are.. and we ask for your blessing. I cannot marry Sirri” you stepped closer to him. Grabbing the back of his arm and putting your body into the view of his parents. Neytiri walked closer to you both, placing her hand on your cheek before locking eyes with her son.

“We know, that's all you had to say. You should know, better than anyone.. that we would never force you to marry anyone you didn’t truly love. We are sorry if we mistook your kindness for Sirri as a lovable attraction.” Neytiri looked to Jake, holding her hand out for him to join her. He takes it, finding his place beside her. Bringing his hand up to grip Neteyams shoulder.

“You have our blessing, son” he says. Nodding his head to the both of you. You looked up at Neteyam, unable to help the smile that spread across your face. He returns it, quickly turning to you and scooping you up in his arms for another embrace. Your head fell in between his neck and head, tears landing on his soft blue skin. He spun you in a circle, laughing to himself. “I told you.. you never have to leave me”

Jake and Neytiri watched with tears in their eyes. Knowing the feeling of finding true love, they embraced each other as they watched their son filled with happiness. Just like they once were.