golden girl ☼ neteyam sully

neteyam sully

neteyam's patience was wearing thin.

who the fuck did you think you were?

like seriously.

just because you were supposed to be the metkayina clan's golden girl did not mean you had to act like an entitled, bossy, spoiled brat.

just because you were the eldest daughter of olo'eyktan tonowari and tsahík ronal. the twin sister of their eldest child and future clan leader, ao'nung. a strong swimmer and healer with a temper like your mother. a smart, skilled hunter like your father. and the one who taught your younger sister, tsireya, the softness and kindness of the world...

just because you could be many great things, the clan's golden girl, did not mean you should be allowed to prance around with a sway in your hips, batting your long, thick eyelashes, and puckering your lips with the flirtiest of smiles at any na'vi who so much as even glanced your way.

neteyam couldn't stand the way you smiled and the way it reached your eyes, making them shine with what seemed like fake innocence. it was far too enticing, to the point that it made him nauseous whenever he was in your presence.

he couldn't stand being next to you in the breeze when he could smell your natural aroma wafting over his senses, only for it to be overcome by another's as their scent was still lingering on your skin from the night before.

he couldn't stand the way your silky hair bounced in loose curls with every step you took or the way you flipped it over your shoulders whenever you laughed at something a potential mate said.

he couldn't stand the sight of you coming out of the ocean—the sight of the saltwater droplets that were cascading down your smooth turquoise body and over the most beautiful stripes on your skin that he'd ever seen.

he couldn't stand the way that the tattoos on your torso, chest, and legs emphasised your voluptuous breasts and hips. the detailed inking on your body signified that you had passed your iknimaya and had earned it over the past few years.

he also couldn't stand you and your tiny little loincloth and ever-tinier chest covering. the shells and woven fabric of your top were barely even that—a covering. why did you always have to wear such smaller clothing than the rest of your clan?

neteyam laughed when you told him that it was because it allowed you to move more freely and was less restricting in the water.

obviously, the mighty warrior didn't believe you, which deeply angered you after you had all just had a pleasant afternoon.

you and your siblings had just finished going over breathing techniques with the sullys, which is why you were currently face-to-face with the eldest sully sibling.

much to everyone's amusement, lo'ak struggled the most, and everyone erupted into knowing chuckles when tsireya commented on how his heart was beating too fast. it was clearer than the water how infatuated he was with her.

the ocean seemed like second nature to kiri, which honestly impressed you a lot. she rarely struggled with grasping this new way of life, and with the way she spoke about the great mother, you could sense a deeper connection and reasoning for why she found herself at ease in eywa's waters of pandora.

little tuktirey was even doing well with the encouragement of you and her obnoxious eldest brother.

neteyam seemed to struggle a bit, which you never truly helped, nor did rotxo and ao'nung when they were consistently teasing him about his skinny and seemingly weak forest features.

you'll admit, you knew your twin's harsh mocking of the sully boys was too much. but you didn't do much to stop it, as you found yourself laughing along sometimes because, in all honesty, although the forest people seemed weak, they were far from it. you had seen how much strength they possessed and found the mockery rather ironic, so you snorted along with it.

"why are you even staring at my clothes anyway, forest boy?"

"you don't dress like the others in the clan," he observed, his expression filled with something you couldn't decipher.

"well, it's just less restricting, and i find it more comfortable flowing through the water with less getting in the way and getting caught on the coral." you gave him a nod, firm and certain of your answer.

but then he laughed, his chest puffing out as a deep chuckle boomed through it. as if what you were saying was ridiculous.

"what?" a scoff left your lips as you looked up at toruk makto's firstborn, who was grinning at you in disbelief. "you think it's because i'm shamelessly trying to whore myself out or something?"

a smug look crossed his features as his larger, muscular, dark blue frame stood over you on the beach. he crossed his arms, tauntingly leaning his head down to reach your height so he could stare into your fiery eyes. "i think it is exactly that, yawntutsyìp (darling)."

"you skxawng (idiot)!" with a hiss, your body felt hot with rage, and you roughly kicked the sand underneath your feet towards neteyam, suddenly spraying him with the sun-hot grains, which caused him to choke and splutter in shock as the sand entered his airway instead of the salty sea air.

a satisfied grin graced your face while the forest boy continued gasping for air through groans of annoyance. he was hunched over, resting his hands on his knees with flat ears, trying to catch his breath while his tail moved agitatedly.

"no wonder you can't hold your breath underwater; you can't even breathe on land!" you quipped, pivoting on your heels and rushing towards the calm waters of the shore with your thick tail swishing from side to side behind you.

scowling, he watched you walk away with his eyes focused on your long legs as he muttered to himself about how childish he thought you were.

of course, your sharp ears instantly heard it, and they twitched in discomfort, which only angered you more. "oh, do be careful next time you're swimming, baby," you cooed sarcastically before continuing, "there might just be an akula waiting to bite you in half!"

"you're just like your brother!" he snarled, referring to the time when ao'nung stupidly left lo'ak alone by himself outside of the reef.

you liked loak, and your baby sister had a crush on him. you remember how scared she was when she found out ao'nung and his friends had ditched the omatikaya boy by three brothers rocks. you had an argument with your twin that day, outraged by his behaviour for having put someone in such a dangerous position—someone who was growing feelings for your baby sister and vice versa.

but neteyam didn't know that. he didn't know you had fought your brother over it because you were ashamed and disappointed by his actions to put another in danger. you were the one who got ao'nung to tell neteyam, who took your brother to his parents to explain what happened to lo'ak, and begin a search party for the missing sully member.

sighing, your legs carried you further along the sand and into the shore with light splashes. you dove into the calm ocean.

you couldn't stand neteyam. he was so rude, coming into your village and saying such mean things to you. you were beginning to wish that your father had never granted the sully family uturu (scantuary) in awa'atlu.

but then again, you had no direct issue with the family, just the eldest son.

it was infuriating how often he implied that you were a slut or a demanding and unhelpful brat.but to be honest, how could you really blame him for thinking that?

you knew most of your friends were interested in being more than friendly with you. and you'd be lying if you said that you hadn't entertained it to some extent. you liked the attention, compliments, and physical affection. and the funny thing is, you've only started craving it more often than usual since neteyam arrived on the reef with his family.