#sully

your lover shows you a human invention you'll cherish forever...! notes: yawne stands for beloved, and sevin stands for pretty. neteyam x reader

"neteyam,"

his glittering eyes raise from the basket he'd been weaving, hands quickly falling from the thin vines so he can redirect his attention towards your form instead. neteyam's palm reaches out to tug you gently onto the forest floor beside him, curling around your waist the moment you're in arms length

"you have my bag with you, sevin?" he questions with a confused smile, and you nod with a frown as you pull out the item inside that had brought upon more confusion and questions than you could count

"i was looking for a spare cloak in your hut but... i found this. what is this, neteyam?" you inquire, holding up the bulky piece of metal in your hands carefully as a smile blooms across neteyam's face. his golden eyes crinkle with barely restrained glee as he quickly takes the mystery object from you

"it is a human invention, love. they call it a camera." he tells you, reaching a teasing hand out to pinch your cheek as you smile with a soft giggle

"a camera? what does it do?" you question curiously, scooting closer to him as neteyam presses a button to power it on. he uses his other hand to wrap around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as your head naturally falls to rest against his shoulder

"let me show you."

after a few minutes, he holds the object up to his face and pointed your way

"alright, pretty girl. could you smile for me?" neteyam prompts, and you squint your eyes with a confused hum

"smile?" you murmur, playing with the grass beneath you idly as he nods

"look right into this circle for me while you do alright?" he says as he taps the circular glass, and you do as he says—neteyam would never mislead you, so you don't think twice before sending a beaming smile towards the foreign device in his hands. he laughs softly behind it, before a light shutters and you let out a small sound of surprise

moments later, it produces a small piece of paper. neteyam holds it carefully in his hands after pulling it out, eyes softening as his fingers trace over the image printed before handing it to you. you take it, eyes widening once you realize what it is

"it's—it's me!" you exclaim, holding it close to your face and squinting in awe. you'd only see your reflection in water most of the time, but this—this was a physical copy for you to look at!

"it is," neteyam says, scooting closer as he places a sudden kiss onto your cheek, right near the corner of your mouth

"what was that for?" you giggle, nose gently nudging against his own as he sighs happily

"just felt like kissing you." he murmurs, fingers curling around the object as he suddenly stands

"wait here." neteyam says, looking around before finding a low hanging vine and carefully propping the camera onto it and racing back towards you

"yawne! come here, my love, and smile big!"

MY Mama!

Pairing: Neteyam x Reader

Word Count:1749

Request open!

Neteyam Masterlist

Neteyam knows he’s walking into danger the moment he steps into the marui.

Not the kind of danger with arrows and smoke. The worse kind.

The kind with tiny arms, a stubborn chin, and a possessive little glare that looks exactly like his mother’s.

Your daughter is perched in your lap like a victorious queen, tail curled around your waist, small fingers gripping your neck. She’s half-asleep, warm and sticky from afternoon fruit, and she’s decided,apparently,that you belong to her.

Neteyam pauses just inside the entrance, watching you with a soft smile.

You look up and grin. “Hi.”

He lifts a hand. “Hi.”

Your daughter’s eyes crack open at the sound of his voice.

And then she locks onto him.

Neteyam takes one cautious step forward.

Her ears pin.

She tightens her hold around you like a vine.

You sigh, already amused. “Oh no.”

Neteyam whispers dramatically, “She has seen me.”

Your daughter points one accusing finger at him. “No.”

Neteyam stops. “No?”

“No.” She says it again, stronger. “No, Daddy.”

Neteyam blinks, glancing at you like, Are you hearing this?

You bite your lip to keep from laughing. “What are we saying no to, baby?”

Your daughter’s eyes narrow like she’s deeply offended you even asked. “No kiss.”

Neteyam’s eyebrows lift. “No kiss?”

She shakes her head, curls bouncing. “No. Mama mine.”

Neteyam’s mouth opens.

Closes.

He makes a sound like he’s trying not to laugh. “Mama… is yours?”

Your daughter nods decisively. “Yes.”

Neteyam puts a hand to his chest in exaggerated shock. “What about me?”

She stares at him like he’s clearly not understanding the rules of the universe. “You… daddy.”

Neteyam nods. “Yes.”

Your daughter gestures toward the far side of the marui with the authority of a clan leader. “Go.”

You choke on a laugh. “Oh my god.”

Neteyam looks personally attacked. “She is sending me away.”

You pat your daughter’s back gently. “Sweetheart, Daddy is allowed to be here.”

She glares. “No.”

Neteyam leans his head to the side, studying her like she’s a new creature he hasn’t catalogued yet. “Ma’ite,” he says carefully, “why no?”

Your daughter presses her cheek to your chest and mumbles, “Mama mine.”

Neteyam takes another step forward, slow and cautious, like approaching a skittish ikran.

Your daughter immediately throws both arms around your neck and shouts:

“NOOO!”

Neteyam freezes again.

You laugh helplessly. “Oh my,baby, it’s okay!”

Neteyam points at your daughter. “She is screaming.”

“She’s protecting me,” you say, teasing.

Neteyam narrows his eyes. “From me.”

Your daughter jabs a finger at him again. “No touch.”

Neteyam’s lips twitch. “No touch.”

She nods. “No.”

He looks at you, wounded. “She thinks I am a threat.”

You grin. “Well… you are pretty handsome. Maybe she’s worried.”

Neteyam’s face warms. “Y/N.”

Your daughter gasps like you’ve betrayed her. “No say his name!”

Neteyam’s eyes widen. “She said no say my name.”

You’re shaking with laughter now, shoulders trembling.

Neteyam points at you. “You are enjoying this.”

“I’m not enjoying it,” you lie, wiping at your eyes. “I’m suffering.”

Your daughter pats your cheek. “Mama sad?”

“No,” you manage, still giggling. “Mama happy.”

Your daughter nods seriously. “Good.”

Neteyam takes a slow breath, then straightens like a warrior preparing for battle.

“Okay,” he says. “We will negotiate.”

Your daughter squints. “No.”

Neteyam ignores that. He crouches down a few feet away, voice gentle. “Ma’ite. I am your father.”

She nods.

“And she is your mother.”

She nods again, satisfied.

Neteyam gestures between himself and you. “But… she is also my wife.”

Your daughter’s eyes go wide, like he just said the sky is green.

“No,” she says instantly.

Neteyam’s brows lift. “Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

Neteyam looks at you, pleading. “Tell her.”

You choke back laughter. “Baby, Daddy is right. I’m his wife.”

Your daughter turns slowly to stare at you like you’ve committed the greatest crime in history.

Then she whispers, devastated, “Mama… why?”

You gasp, laughing and melting at the same time. “Oh no,baby, I love you and Daddy.”

Your daughter clutches you tighter. “No Daddy.”

Neteyam puts a hand over his heart again. “This is pain.”

You grin. “You’re being rejected.”

Neteyam’s voice goes dramatic. “By my own child.”

Your daughter nods firmly. “Yes.”

Neteyam stares at her, then sits back on his heels. “Fine,” he says, like he’s making a huge sacrifice. “If I cannot kiss my wife…”

Your daughter watches suspiciously.

Neteyam continues, “Then I will kiss…”

He looks at your daughter.

Your daughter’s eyes narrow. “No.”

Neteyam leans forward slightly, voice warm. “You.”

Your daughter freezes.

You blink. “Oh?”

Neteyam smiles softly. “May I kiss you, ma’ite?”

Your daughter looks torn,like she wants affection, but also wants to maintain authority.

She glances at you, then back at Neteyam.

“…Small,” she decides.

Neteyam nods solemnly. “Small.”

He leans in carefully and kisses her forehead.

Your daughter’s face goes very still, like her brain is short-circuiting from the sweetness.

Then she smiles,huge, bright,and immediately goes back to glaring at him.

“Okay,” she says. “Now go.”

Neteyam’s jaw drops. “That did not work.”

You laugh. “You thought you could bribe her.”

Neteyam stands slowly, hands on his hips. “I thought she would remember I am lovable.”

Your daughter points again. “Go.”

Neteyam squints. “Where?”

She gestures vaguely. “Away.”

Neteyam looks like he’s about to argue,then Jake’s voice cuts in from outside, amused and loud.

“Neteyam! You in there getting bullied?”

Neteyam’s head whips toward the entrance. “Father!”

Jake steps in, grinning like he already knows everything. He takes one look at your daughter clinging to you like a barnacle and laughs.

“Ohhh,” Jake says, pointing. “I know that face.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You do?”

Jake nods sagely. “That’s the ‘This is my mom, don’t even breathe near her’ face.”

Neteyam throws his hands up. “She will not let me near my wife!”

Jake looks delighted. “Ha! Welcome to the club.”

Neteyam narrows his eyes. “You were not blocked from Mother.”

Jake pauses, then scratches his head. “Okay,maybe once or twice when you guys were little.”

Your daughter turns her glare on Jake, immediately suspicious of his existence.

Jake lifts both hands. “Whoa. Easy, small one. I’m not here for your mama.”

Your daughter studies him, then points at him too.

“Go,” she commands.

Jake blinks. “Me?”

“Yes,” she says, tiny and absolute. “Go.”

You make a strangled sound between laughter and shock. “Oh my god,she’s ordering Jake around too.”

Neteyam looks smug for half a second. “See? It is not only me.”

Jake crouches down, grinning. “Listen, kid. That’s my daughter-in-law you’re guarding. I respect the hustle.”

Your daughter’s eyes narrow. “Hush…le?”

Jake laughs. “Yeah. Your… protective vibes.”

Neteyam sighs. “Father, you are not helping.”

Jake sits back, still amused. “I am helping. I’m teaching you.” He points at your daughter. “You can’t out-stubborn a Sully.”

Neteyam looks affronted. “I am stubborn.”

Jake smirks. “Exactly. She got it from you.”

Neteyam glares. “She got it from her mother too.”

You gasp. “Excuse me?”

Neteyam turns to you with mock innocence. “You are stubborn.”

Your daughter nods vigorously. “Mama stubborn!”

You groan. “Traitors. Both of you.”

Jake chuckles. “Alright, alright. Here’s what you do.” He leans closer to Neteyam like he’s sharing top secret combat strategy. “You don’t go for the kiss. You go for the distraction.”

Neteyam frowns. “Distraction.”

Jake nods seriously. “Yup. Like a shiny shell. Or a snack.”

Neteyam’s eyebrows lift. “That is bribery.”

Jake shrugs. “Parenting is 80% bribery.”

Neteyam looks deeply offended by that statistic.

You laugh. “He’s not wrong.”

Neteyam straightens like he’s reclaiming dignity. “I will not bribe my child to kiss my wife.”

Your daughter gasps and clutches you tighter. “No kiss!”

Neteyam points at her. “See? She heard you.”

Jake stands, still laughing. “Fine. Then do it the hard way.”

Neteyam narrows his eyes. “The hard way.”

Jake nods. “You remind her who’s boss.”

Your daughter immediately glares again like she’s ready for war.

Neteyam takes a breath, then steps closer,calm, confident, gentle authority.

He looks at your daughter. “Ma’ite.”

She hugs you tighter.

Neteyam’s voice is firm, not loud. “You do not tell me to go away.”

Your daughter pouts. “But Mama,”

Neteyam interrupts gently. “Mama is safe.”

“But,”

Neteyam holds up one finger. “And you will share.”

Your daughter stares at him like he just cursed.

“Share?” she whispers, appalled.

Neteyam nods. “Yes.”

Your daughter looks at you, horrified. “Mama no share.”

You smooth her hair. “Baby… we share love. That means Daddy can kiss me, and you can still have Mama cuddles.”

Your daughter’s eyes dart between you and Neteyam, calculating.

Then she points at Neteyam’s face.

“No mouth,” she declares.

Neteyam blinks. “No mouth.”

She nods. “Cheek.”

Neteyam glances at you like, Is this a compromise?

You grin. “Take what you can get.”

Neteyam steps closer to you, slow enough not to trigger alarms, and leans in.

Your daughter watches with intense suspicion.

Neteyam kisses your cheek.

Soft. Quick. Like he’s testing a boundary.

Your daughter gasps,but she doesn’t scream.

She doesn’t shove him.

She just scowls.

“Again?” Neteyam asks you quietly, eyes sparkling.

Your daughter immediately raises a finger. “No.”

Neteyam laughs under his breath. “Okay, okay.”

Jake points at Neteyam like a proud coach. “Look at you. Surviving.”

Neteyam shoots him a glare. “Stop.”

Jake grins wider. “She’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

Neteyam looks at your daughter,who is still clinging to you like a tiny guardian,and his stern face melts into soft warmth.

“…Yes,” he admits. “She does.”

Your daughter nods, satisfied. “Good.”

You laugh, leaning into Neteyam’s side. “So this is my life now? Being fought over?”

Neteyam kisses your temple carefully, eyes on your daughter. “It seems you are very valuable.”

Your daughter pats your cheek possessively. “Mama precious.”

Jake whistles. “Dang. You got a whole security detail.”

Neteyam sighs, but he’s smiling. “I only wanted to kiss my wife.”

Your daughter glares. “Cheek only.”

Neteyam nods solemnly. “Cheek only.”

Then he leans close to your daughter and whispers, dramatic, “But I will win one day.”

Your daughter’s eyes widen. “No!”

Neteyam grins. “Maybe.”

Your daughter squawks and buries her face in your neck, and you laugh so hard your sides hurt.

Jake claps Neteyam’s shoulder. “Good luck, son.”

Neteyam mutters, “I need it.”

And as you hold your tiny jealous guardian between you,Neteyam on one side, your daughter on the other,you realize something warm and ridiculous:

How the creeps would react to an obsessed spouse

Jeff:

He pretends to hate it, he really does. But when you're all over him like you can't breathe without him, he becomes possessive, he doesn't want anyone else to have you like this. Just you and him, forever, right?

Eyeless Jack:

He.. Doesn't understand it. Well, technically he does, but he doesn't quite understand why you're so stuck on everything he does. Granted, he'll humor you, let you go with him places etc, but it's odd.

Toby:

He loves it, he was neglected as a child after the crash, and feeling someone match his obsession and yandere-like behavior is enthralling to him. He craves it, and every time you show something obsessive, he falls deeper.

Liu:

He's honestly a little scared of it. It feels wrong to him that you're obsessing over a broken man, and he doesn't quite like it because it feels like you're putting him on a pedestal that he doesn't deserve. He pushes away your obsessive behaviors and advances, trying to explain they're unfounded.

Sully:

He's mostly indifferent to them, if not a little cocky. He'll make remarks like "Oh, prince/princess, can I leave or are you going to follow me AGAIN?" He knows that it's going to be harmful at some point, but he'll be ready for when it does, he always is.

Tim Wright/Masky:

From a neglected home, similar to Toby, having someone pour that much care to him is addictive. He'll constantly do little things to get more of your attention and your obsession. He loves being wanted, but he won't act like it. He'll pretend he's just being nice, but he's craving.

Brian Thomas/Hoody:

Stalker x Obsession, God, what a pair. You may be obsessed with him, but he already knows everything there is to know about you. His notes and everything of the sort only fuels your obsession and your obsession only fuels his stalking tendencies.

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