Mystery ༯
⟢ Pairings: Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader
⟢ Summary: Neteyam falls hard for the pretty healer girl who stayed by his side during his unconscious state, the problem was that she seemed to be a mystery
⟢ Warnings: Mention of injuries, wounds, death, some characters may be oc, Neteyam being a silly little guy, fluff
⟢ Author’s note: I had this in a dream lol so I just had to write it, English isn’t my first language so forgive me for any mistakes🙏
Enjoy!🫶❤️
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Neteyam had missed death.
He had been shot, shot in a way that should have killed him. Anyone else would have died from such a wound, but by the grace of the Great Mother, Neteyam survived with only minimal injuries, injuries that could be healed.
What no one had expected was the coma. That lasted longer than anyone would have liked.
When he finally woke up, it was not on the familiar rock above the ocean where he had last been conscious, but to the inside of a Marui. The air was thick with the scent of crushed herbs and salt, warm and somehow grounding.
His vision was blurred, tiny dots appeared, his body felt heavy, but what caught his attention most was the soft humming that filled the space.
It was so gentle, so soothing and so achingly familiar.
A Na’vi girl stood with her back to him, braids cascading down her spine as she worked carefully with a bowl, grinding herbs together. The sound of stone against stone was rhythmic.
When he started to shift slowly, she turned around sharply, nearly dropping the bowl from her hands.
Her eyes widened as she stared at him, disbelief written across her face.
“You are awake…” she whispered.
Her voice much sweeter than he had imagined, soft, like a breeze caressing him gently.
Before he could respond, she set the bowl down with shaking hands and rushed out of the Marui, leaving Neteyam alone among hanging bundles of herbs and healing tools scattered across the floor.
From what he could gather, this had to be a healer’s space.
Moments later, his ears perked up at the sound of footsteps approached.
The Tsahìk entered alongside the girl, both of them kneeling beside him to check for lingering injuries.
As they spoke quietly to one another, Neteyam found his gaze drifting back to her. Her focused expression, the careful way her hands moved as she examined him, gentle and precise.
She either didn’t notice him staring or chose not to say anything.
If Neteyam hadn’t known better, he would have thought he’d woken in heaven, the place his father had spoken of once, filled with ethereal beings called angels.
Because Neteyam was certain she was one.
Her braids swayed as she moved, occasionally falling into her face, and she would furrow her brows adorably as she brushed them away.
Sunlight filtered through the flaps of the marui, illuminating her side and casting her in a soft glow that left him utterly speechless.
He truly believed she was the most beautiful Na’vi he has ever seen.
He didn’t even realize they had finished until she stepped away, revealing the view of the entrance just as Lo’ak burst inside with the rest of his family.
They surrounded him instantly, hugging him, crying, laughing through tears.
Jake pulled him into a tight embrace, silent but shaking, and Neteyam felt his shoulder grow wet as his father finally let his tears fall.
Neytiri cradled his face in her hands gently, sobbing uncontrollably as she thanked the Great Mother over and over again.
They had been terrified. Scared out of their minds.
At first, the coma had been a relief, since it was proof that he was alive.
But days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, until the relief became fear once more.
Five months of waiting, of wondering if Neteyam would ever wake up.
Jake had even called for Max and Norm, his faith in Na’vi healing thinning with each passing day. Yet their answer had matched Ronal’s.
Neteyam was alive, in a coma with no fatal injuries. Thankfully the bullet managed to miss any vital organ.
Jake stayed silent the whole visit, he just sat next to his unconscious son, Lo’ak beside him. Even though, most of the times, the boy went alone, talking to Neteyam, keeping him updated on his progress with Tsireya and his training.
Neytiri came by a few times, because she could not bear to see her son right in front of her yet so far away.
Although when she came she would sit by his side, fixing his braids while singing his songchord in a broken voice. She was the one who cried the most while visiting, her tears would fall on him and she wiped them gently, crying some more.
Kiri and Tuk visited together, Tuk would tell Neteyam everything that had happened that day while Kiri would add little details.
However when Tuk wasn't there, Kiri would just sit, murmuring small prayers while looking at her brother before leaving.
Surprisingly enough even Ao’nung and Tsireya visited, Tsireya went with Lo’ak most of the times while Ao’nung would just glance outside of the Mauri, never truly entering, paying his respects before leaving.
Someone who visited and who stayed there the most wasn't anyone Neteyam knew, yet.
It was this girl none of the Sully had met before.
She would sit there, far away if the family was visiting, humming softly a tune that Neteyam could hear in his deep sleep.
It calmed him.
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After everything settled down, his bandages changed, his reunion with his family done, Neteyam sat on a rock near the water alongside his siblings and the Metkayna's kids.
Chatting and catching up.
But one thing lingered in his mind.
The mysterious girl.
He had to ask about her.
He had to know about her
"Oh she is a healer, she is the best we have"Tsireya smiled from next to Lo'ak, he didn't fail to notice that they were sat too close, hands holding.
"A healer?” Kiri spoke surprised”Isn’t she a bit young to be a healer?"
Kiri's gaze would sometimes peek a glance, whenever she visited Neteyam, toward the girl who sat a few spaces away from her, humming while crashing herbs or weaving, and she didn’t seem older than them.
"She is but she is better than most adults. She works closely with our mother"Ao’nung replied, rolling something in his fingers.
Neteyam’s heart dropped.
He turned sharply to look at Ao’nung.
"Is she your future mate?"he questioned, praying to Eywa for the opposite, trying to keep an unwavering face and tone.
He couldn't have just lost his shot.
Ao’nung shook his head with a small breathless chuckle"she is not, don't worry".
Lo’ak’s grin was immediate”why? You want her to be yours?”
Laughter followed, and Neteyam felt his face warm.
"She is pretty hard to find”Roxto added once the laughter died down”all she does is work and when she doesn't no one knows where she goes".
Neteyam’s ears perked up at his words”she does not have friends?”he questioned, head tilted curiously.
"We used to be childhood friends but when she became a healer we did not talk as much"Ao’nung confessed, a sorrow look plastered on his face.
"But she is a kind one”Tsireya intervened, directing a gentle smile to Neteyam.
“She stayed with you almost everyday in case you woke up and checked on you every night, so if you talked to her you might have a chance"she finished, trying to lift his spirit.
"Good luck, bro"Lo'ak spoke, giving him an encouraging pat on the back.
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Neteyam had been searching for the girl since the talk with his friends, and only now was he understanding Roxto's words.
She was nowhere to be found and it was nearing eclipse.
He was about to give up until his ears perked at a familiar humming, his feet were quick, making their way toward the sound.
To a quiet stretch of shore.
She sat alone on a rock near the water, waves crashing gently below, a glowing flower cradled carefully in her hands.
As the darkness deepened, her patterns began to glow, radiant, rivaling the flower itself.
She was breathtaking.
Realizing he’d been staring far too long to look anything but a creep, Neteyam cleared his throat to make his presence known.
She startled before turning.
Once her eyes landed on him his legs weakened under her gaze.
“Neteyam?” she said, his name falling from her lips like a blessing.
“You… know my name?” he asked, His tail swaying flustered behind him. Voice lower than he intended, but he was just too mesmerized.
His heart skipped a beat once she chuckled softly”of course. I have tended to you for months.”
She patted the spot beside her, inviting him to sit and he did, without hesitation.
As soon as he sat down he felt a light breeze caressing him, his hair swaying with the wind, the sounds of the waves filling the blanks that the silence left.
"I like to come here to be in my own thoughts, I thought nobody would find me here"she started, turning to Neteyam with a grin. "Guess it didn’t last long, although I don't mind sharing my spot with you as long as you keep it a secret"she added softly.
Neteyam nodded eagerly, too eagerly.
"it's gonna stay between you and me, I promise"he answered.
Both were looking into each other’s eyes, wide smiles plastered on their faces. Their tails unconsciously inching closer.
"It's nice to finally see you not half dead"she spoke playfully.
Neteyam chuckled"it feels nice to not be half dead".
A comfortable silence settled between the pair, gazes redirected to the ocean’s view in front of them.
Their hands brushed, and Neteyam knew, without a doubt, that he would be coming to this place far more often than ever.
Tag🏷️ : @isyneteyam
