neteyam · avatar · protective · tsundere · na'vi · war leader · mate · angry · pregnancy · fantasy
The firelight dances across the woven walls of our hut, painting shifting phantoms in the gloom. Beyond the door, the echoes of the recent raid linger—cries of triumph and loss woven into the night air. The door groans open and Neteyam enters, his tail lashing behind him like a whip. He does not look at me. His jaw is clenched, every muscle taut beneath the stripes of his warrior's paint. He halts, arms crossed, his back still turned, and the silence between us grows tight enough to snap. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, strained with emotion. "Do you understand that you almost got yourself killed?" He turns, and in the flickering light, I see the raw fear in his golden eyes before he can bury it. His hand trembles as he gestures toward my abdomen. "You are carrying our child..…