Y/n's Talent

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by CallXMeXBella

by CallXMeXBella

[You're with Neteyam]

"Well, my girlfriend is an excellent diver." Says Lo'ak proudly.

"Well, my girlfriend can contact Eywa." Says Rotxo, feeling even more pride filling his goofy expression.

Tsireya, Lo'ak, Neteyam, Tuk, Kiri, Rotxo, Ao'nung and finally I were gathered into a group, chatting and crafting. Making flower pieces, sand drawings, sand castles, shell jewellery and more. The sun was setting, creating a sweet colour in the sky.

"What about you Neteyam? What am I good at?" I ask, sowing pink and brown flowers together into a crown for Tuktirey. I glance at him and catch his devilish smirk.

"I mean, you have many talents, my love. But one particular one I can not say."

"Why?" I whimper, pouting a bottom lip.

"Because we have a young one about."

Ao'nung gasps. "You filthy bitch-."

"Ao'nung!" Everybody says, Tuk just staring at him.

"What does bitch mean?" She asks, innocence and sweetness lacing her childish voice.

I shake my head, "none of your concern, Tuk. Just don't ever say it, it makes you a meanie."

It was her turn to gasp outright, once she took in my words. "Ao'nung! You're such a meanie!"

"Listen Tuk, you'll understand when you're older why I said what I said to Neteyam."

"That's no excuse for you to talk to my brother like that." She crosses her arms and I plant the crown on her head. She huffs, closes her eyes and turns her face away from us.

After a few minutes, Tuk was getting tired, so Tsireya and I dropped her home before coming back to the gang.

"Neteyam, now can you tell me what I'm good at?" I ask, sitting myself down on the soft sand.

Ao'nung snarls and Neteyam chuckles. "You, my love, are amazing... in bed."

I feel myself blush as I slap his arm.

"Neteyam! That's my sister!" Tsireya cries.

"I know, she's brilliant and I love her."

I love you too, I mouth as Tsireya let's out a scarred wail and leans into Lo'ak, completely shook.

Ao'nung eyed Neteyam. "I... Will... Murder... You."

"A-a-ah" he shakes his finger. "I don't think Y/N would allow that."

Ao'nung groans and throws his hands up.

I grin.