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cordyce · 1 year

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ao’nung is frustrated.

at least, that’s what you’ve deduced from watching him sharpen his knife for the past ten minutes straight. if he keeps going, it might get as thin as a wish bone; threatening to snap at the slightest bit of pressure. as much as you’d find amusement in the sight of that, you’d rather not be in the crossfire when it happens.

“what’s got you caught in its net?” you ask, finally, as you drop the gear you’ve been mending while ao’nung simmers.

“funny,” he mutters, but mirth is not something found in his tone. another scrape, another grating. he does not look over at you.

“i know. i’m the funniest person alive. you should be grateful you have the opportunity to bask in my presence.”

it’s a ploy—a tease. like waving fresh bait in front of a young ilu but never tossing it into the water for them to eat. your tactic with ao’nung is always the same. push and pull and prod just enough that he bites back with less venom and more demure. because sarcasm is better than spite, in all regards.

except now, he doesn’t take it. now, he simply keeps his head tucked down, his lips pressed in a hard line. whittling at his knife and spouting invisible steam out of his ears.

you stand up, make your way over to him and bend slightly at the waist to slide your hands along his sloped shoulders. his muscles go taut—just a bit—at the initial contact of your palms, but relax a second later. not to their resting state, no, but leaving the field of caught off guard at the very least. you hum, lean down further as you dip your hands over his clavicles, across the upper half of his sternum.

“what is wrong, ao‘nung?” its sincere, this time. your question. because despite the dynamic between the two of you, you really do care—jokes and jabs aside.

this silence is different. you can tell by the twitch of his ears that he’s thinking; mulling something over on his tongue before he decides whether to spit it out or swallow it down. you can never guess which one it will be, not with him. he acts on whims, never strategy. there is no speculating his next move, so you simply don’t try to.

“there has been talk among the reef.” it’s all he says; all he gives. such a shell of a man, forcing you to pry open his jaws to reach the pearl within.

it is good that you’ve always been so skilled with your hands.

“there is always talk among the reef,” you chuckle, begin to fiddle with the necklace that’s strung around his neck. hooking your chin over the top of his head, you look down to watch as he grinds his knife once again. “you know they like to keep their minds busy with silly things.”

“it isn’t a silly thing.”

“oh? then tell me, what is so dire that it could have the great ao’nung this tense, hm?”

his hands falter for the first time, a pause in his rhythmic grazing. your brows furrow at that, create a hairline crease in the middle that only smooths out as he resumes his motions. scrape, scrape, scrape again. it’s like he’s doing it in sync with his heart. if you shifted your hand over just a tad, you suppose you could test that theory.

“it is talk of you.”

quiet. a mere grumble under his breath. if you were not leaned over him like this you would not have even heard him. such an odd twinge to his tone; laced with something you can’t quite decipher. can’t quite pick up on. it isn’t necessarily anger, but something flirting along the lines of it.

“me? don’t tell me you have went around spreading rumors that i am possessed by eywa’s evil sister again. i thought you stopped that when we were kids.” you laugh through it, because the jagged edges of his timbre are making your fingers itch. “you’re going to ruin my reputation.”

he scoffs. condescending, dismissive. normally you’d take that as a good sign; a call back to his regular grating demeanor. at this specific moment, however, you find annoyance in it.

“your reputation is fine,” he tilts, gives a particularly harsh press of his knife that makes you think this just might be the time where it snaps. miraculously, it doesn’t. “so completely fine.”

“then what could they possibly find reason to speak of me for?” you press, rubbing your thumb over the cord of his necklace, twisting it around your fingers. “i have not caused any trouble lately. haven’t set fire to any maruis. why, there’s nothing that i can think of that could possibly warrant—“

“they speak of your lack of mate.”

his hands are working harder, less refined. jaw clenching, deltoids growing stiff below you. it’s all starting to air itself out, his jaws have cracked open just enough that you can finally see the pretty pink pearl that rests on the bed of his tongue. but it is not enough, not yet.

“then all they speak is the truth,” you shrug over him, keep your gaze locked on his movements. you want to be sure, before you jump to the assumptions that are creating hurdles in your mind. “there is no harm in speaking of public knowledge.”

“they—“ he hitches, twists his face up like his next words are sour on his tastebuds, “they are voicing their thoughts on potentials for you. they think.. rotxo is the best option.”

“oh, yes. rotxo would be a fine potential mate.”

and, ah. there it is. the coup de grace.

ao’nung snaps his head around towards you so fast you hardly have time to lean back to avoid getting smacked in the chin by his skull. there’s a fissure between his brows, his eyes have widened past the aggravated slits they were before. his mouth is cracked open in disbelief, of the fact that you agreed with him or another matter, you aren’t sure. either way, it is clear now what has been getting under the heir’s skin.

he's jealous. and you can't help but find that the slightest bit amusing. it's not often you have ao'nung in the palm of your hand like this; akin to a bug squirming under the pad of your thumb with no clear route of escape. you think you can play this up, just a little.

"you do not think that," he states, like he needs to speak it into existence. like if he says it then it will ring true, change your mind.

(he doesn't need to change your mind, but he doesn't need to know that right now).

"why would i not?" you hum, tip your head like you're truly contemplating it. "he is sweet. has a tender heart. and he is always so quick to help me. he doesn't even complain. i think taking him as a mate would be a good decision."

"the only thing good about rotxo is his hair," ao'nung spouts, rolls his eyes at you as his face fills up with indignation. "stupid, pretty boy goody two shoes."

"oh, you're right! and he's nice to look at," you agree, nod your head right along with it, "how could i forget?"

his cheek dips; he's sucking it in between his teeth. you've really done it, you think. setting him off has never been so easy. sure, it’s never too hard to get him riled up in the middle of a bickering match. but like this? aggravated over, what, exactly? the thought of you with someone else?

maybe you’re enjoying this a bit too much.

“he is not your type.” a bold proclamation, ao’nung spits out. grasping for straws; searching blindly. “you would not go well with him.”

“i think he is my type, actually,” you dispute, and he’s stopped all his movements now. knife long forgotten as he seethes over every word you speak. “kind. loyal. good morals. easy on the eyes. yes, definitely my type. that checks off the list.”

he purses his lips, knots up his brows. “that cannot be the list.”

“no?” you peruse, play into him. he makes this too easy, really. “what do you think is on the list, then? moody? messy? long hair? a tendency to be mouthy? being the chief’s son?”

that earns you a shove off of him; a click for him to realize you’ve been fucking with him this entire time. biting back your shit eating grin would be impossible so you don’t even try to. nor do you stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as he goes back to his knife work and curses you under his breath.

you reach for him again except this time you walk around until you’re in front of him. one hand on his shoulder, you lean down to shove the knife and sharpener out of his hands and plop yourself right into the slot his crossed legs have made. his gaze is narrowed at you, his lips jutted. you simply smile—innocent, sweet—as you slide your hands around to cup the nape of his neck.

“i don’t think rotxo could handle me,” you murmur, sickeningly saccharine in such a direct contrast from seconds before. ao’nung doesn’t budge. “and the good ones are always so boring. if he was my mate, when would i ever get the chance to get up to trouble?”

“you are trouble,” ao’nung scoffs; acting annoyed, fed up. but his hands give him away as they meet the dimples of your lower back, as they slide up your spine to hold you secure so you don’t fall backwards.

his facade of pretending to not care has never been too full proof. there’s been cracks in that glass since day one.

“your trouble,” you grin. your fingers begin to draw circles along the back of his neck, tease at his hairline. “you made me this way, you know.”

“i made you nothing,” he rebuts. “you are the one who always comes up with the pesky ideas that get us scolded.”

“ah, you’re right,” you agree with a faux sigh. “humor and brains. i guess i’m the funniest and smartest person alive. truly, you should be honored.”

ao’nung rolls his eyes, peels his hands off of you. “forget ability, i do not wish to handle you now. rotxo can have you, for all i care.”

“oh?” you quirk, begin to stand up. “should i go see what he is up to—“

“sit,” ao’nung orders before you can rise no more than a few inches off of his lap; hands gripping your waist to tug you back down. the playfulness drains from his eyes, that annoyance—jealousy—flashes across sea foam irises for just a moment. “you are not funny.”

you bite the edge of your lip, making your grin turn slanted. he is so fun to tease, to toss around. his palms are warm on the dip of your waist. sliding your hands further back, you skim your finger along the side of the braid encasing his queue. faint, light. he tries to hide the shiver it causes but you pick up on it regardless. and that only makes you grin wider.

“they will speak of me until i choose a mate,” you hum as you lean closer to him, minimize the distance between your faces. “rotxo is not the only name that will be paired with mine. they all like to place their bets, you know.”

“their bets are stupid,” ao’nung mutters; gruff and rumbling out of his chest as his attention flickers, falters, the closer you get.

being this close is nothing new. being this touchy is nothing new, either. but it’s almost like your skin is buzzing, your energies feeding off one another in the moment that sends you tumbling into a smug streak. or maybe, that’s just the power ao’nung holds over you and you’re scared to admit it.

“you only think they’re stupid because your name is being outnumbered in the betting pool.” maybe that’s a little mean, but it’s fun. your fingertips are heavier now, more directed as you trace the divots of his braid with one hand and gauge the rise and fall of his chest with the other. “if you were winning, would they be stupid then?”

“i am winning,” ao’nung conveys, so sure and lacking any sense of doubt in the slightest; a variance from a few moments before. and that, well, that actually makes you falter—for just a second.

“and how do you figure that?” you mumble out the question into the minute slot between the two of you. bated and breathy.

ao’nung hooks an arm around your waist, his other hand sliding up to grip the hinge of your jaw. not harsh, not rough, but firm. cradling you carefully but securely; solidly. your breath hitches, your fingers pause on their skimming across his queue encasing.

“because i am the only one who gets to do this,” he says. blunt and honest and certain as he closes the gap severing you.

he kisses you full and deep and warm. he kisses you like he has not eaten in days and you are the one thing that can sate his hunger. he kisses you like the ocean kisses the shore; yearning and all consuming, and rushing back once more as soon as their lips must part.

and he does; chase your lips as you pull back to catch your breath. places one, two, three pecks there before he deems it a safe retreat. his eyes are lidded, but no longer from frustration. that signature crooked, haughty smirk of his is curved into his pale lips. and instead of smacking it off, you’re considering how many more kisses it would take to wipe it away.

“oh yeah,” he chuckles, lips brushing over yours as he’s already leaning in again. “so winning.”

and you can’t help but agree.

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fluorynn · 3 months

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🩵 — 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 !

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Valentines Day spent with Ao’nung, Tsireya, and Rotxo !

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : @missisaz @lauren1523 @deadgirlrin @faintfill @akariwe @honeycinnamon @dananannanana @aristocolourway @by-bananant @huahuagongzhu @xobridgertonblues @hungrynessforfics @innercreationflower @angie-1306 @cozybubble

𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 : @cafekitsune !!!

a/n : part 2 !! I divided it for the reason being that if I United all 6 of these characters, it wouldn’t fit all the dividers/banners/pictures🥲🥲 These characters are a bit … less mention of Valentines unlike with Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak, and more so on the side of fluff and lovey dovey interactions with them if that makes sense? But I tried and I do hope you enjoy these !! Happy Valentines Day ! <33

Valentines Day with Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak !

— Ao’nung !

“You better watch those five fingered hands of yours when you touch my hair, eh? And do not over decorate it with those beads.” His snarl was anything but harsh, you’ve learned to distinguish between his tones — jesting, venomous, endearing even. You’ve learned to distinguish between his churlish temper he uses with your brothers and the edge of affection he overflowed when in your presence. The affection he conveyed in this moment, allowing it to give you permission in seeing him with his dark coils released from their notorious plaits and up-do while he is seated between your legs, cheek resting over your thigh while fiddling with your songcord. Both just to mess with you and to observe the fine piece.

He had picked you to partake in this for three reasons :

1. His fondness for your touch.

2. He had heard and seen the petite box of trinkets you had brought from the forest, and never found the perfect person to try them on besides him, and he was a tad bit intrigued to see how they’d look on himself, not aware of the ones you’ve made for him.

3. His hair needed a deep, meticulous cleanse and much narrowed rebraid.

“Ao’nung, shut up– stop moving, you skxawng! It would be easier if you didn’t move so often – why’d you even ask me if you’re going to act this way, huh?” He only let out an ‘annoyed’ huff but settled back into his spot. You’ve learned that it was uncommon for Ao’nung to let anyone else care for his hair, the only person ever permitted to was his young sister, Tsireya and his mother, Ronal for the reason being they were brisk with their movements, careful even with the consideration that he was a very tender headed thing. Of course, he’d never admit it to anyone, you included, though you already had the perception of this thanks to his sister and best friend, Rotxo.

To which is why his squirming came with no unrecognition, and internally wondered how is it that he’d given you the opportunity to touch his scalp after weeks of begging him, and why is it that he said his Mother had maintained to rest due to her pregnancy and his sister had been busy yet you had spotted Tsireya simply hanging out with Lo’ak? Why is it that out of nowhere, he approached you and tasked you whether you liked it or not? Why is it that his ears create a flickering motion with every attentive stroke you give his head?

“If I am hurting you, simply say so.” His neck canted back only to see your gold irises peering at him, concerned and punctured. “I don’t like to fully depend on these,” he hissed at the light pinch you gave his ear, “to see if you’re in pain. Speak up, okay?”

He muttered a ‘yes’ before his hand strayed to the beads around your ankle, beads he gifted you, flicking them slightly. He couldn’t help the tiny smile playing on his lips when he remembered gifting them to you, the way he felt his heart double its size the more he kept his gaze on you, so happy with that pretty wide smile, hoisting yourself on your toes and strutting around to let him see how the jewelry piece looked on you, and all he could think was that no piece of jewelry would ever add onto the immense beauty you already carried.

He had already embraced the fact of his liking for you, and wether you admitted it to him or not, he knew you reciprocated his feelings. It was probably obvious already, for the way your anger-less banters were constant, the way minor touches went by, the way he, and you, were always on the look out for one another, to have each other in sight. It gave him assurance, it gave him confidence, peace to see you. To be with you.

A silence overtook him and it slightly concerned you. Silence was not ordinary for Ao’nung, not when he was with you at least. But you didn’t say anything and continued to wash his hair, disentangle, apply the oils his Mother had entrusted you with, and entwine narrowed braids upon his scalp, creating a hair wrap on one twine. That is when you heard the sound his throat made and his shoulders slightly faltered from their broad posture from the air slowly rising from his lungs.

“I…do not entirely dislike the thought of it. Of you, near me, like this. I know that you won’t … hurt me…not with that small strength of yours anyway.” His chin lightly jutted down, and you grinned at the rare meekness edging his tone before he shifted to turn and bore those bright blue depths of his into yours, practically letting them swallow you whole the closer he inclined himself near your face.

Delicate were his features and somehow he managed to perfect the image of boldness and strength as he stared at you, as his long fingers reached with a gentleness he himself didn’t even recognize, curling over the curves of your knees.

“I respond to your touch because I do not dislike you, paysyul.” and there it was, that sly twist of his mouth and head tilt when you leaned forward, and as much as you wanted to roll your eyes at his expression, you didn’t dare avert from the portrait he displayed, the richness of his curls accentuating those lovely features he inherited.

“You like me then?”

He made a ‘tsk’ sound at your mocking use of voice, the flat of his nose tapping lightly against your own once, twice, three times, and the action induced a cute nose scrunch he’d grown accustomed to seeing on each Sully kid, yet yours was far more effective and gorgeous to him. “Is that not the opposite of unlike? Who is the skxawng now, eh?”

Before you can retort the name he had called you, his mouth pressed against yours, and your words disintegrate down your throat and pursed your lips at his stupidly appealing smirk.

“Now come on. Do not distract me with your kissing. You are not finished with my hair just yet. Or else this is the last time I let you—”

“I didn’t even ask you this time! And you kissed me!”

“But you were bound to—ow!” You smirked in triumph from the light tug you gave his hair, only for him to gain vengeance in pinching the skin of your ankle.

“I will stop, don’t tempt me.”

He glared and huffed like a child. “…Proceed. Please.”

After quite some time from braiding his head, with minor jesting banters here and there, you had finally finished; different shades of green and blue wraps and beads adorning those thick locks of his, and Ao’nung didn’t deny the proud smile he carried at your handy work, rewarding you with a playful tug on one of your braids and a swift kiss on the cheek before bolting into the water, away your smack.

— Tsireya !

“Do you…do you like it?”

Tsireya felt your heartbeat, racketing and soaring against the flat of her palm, your ilu creating a sound that indicated the distress you felt with every second passing of her silence. Her ears keenly picked up every inhale, the sharpness of the air slicing down your bobbing throat. You felt as she slowly descended from the ilu and gracefully swam through the water and to the land that resonated mere inches in front of you. You were quick to follow after her with a quick mutter of a ‘thank you’ to your new companion, your body lacking its stability in water from your fidgeting but managed to stand upon shore right across from you two.

Overtime, Tsireya learned that you were an impatient overthinker, and she had no doubt bursting conclusions now consumed that head of yours the longer she contemplated your question. With all the sincerity she held in her heart, she knew the answer already. Normally, she’d already grant it to you with so much enthusiasm, but something halted her from doing so. Awestruck she was, and it should have been evident from the way her sapphire irises glimmered, and the words she wished to say stayed trapped in her throat while one of her hands tightly held the small gift she had for you and the sun lily you’d gifted her with. The sun lily you happened to pick from the innumerable amount of glowing ones across the ground.

Your growing spiral of waiting made the guilt crawl within her, surrendering her body to release a soft exhale and give you an eager nod. “I adore it, ma tanhi.” Her pretty smile adorned with those dimples were enough to flare the ember stars within your eyes that resembled the nickname she’d given you and her smile widened. Your frozen demeanor thawed away when you reached for her hand, leading her deeper into the small-like forest.

A fort made of lengthy green leaves and stabled sticks entangled with lovely vines stood above both your laying forms. She’d never been surrounded by Pandora’s grassy plains, she’d never had the chance to visit farther than Awa’atlu for her People thought why would she ever want to leave her home when she has everything right where she is?

But the chance given and assisted by you was worth enough, because as your arms engulfed her cozily, she was reminded that this right here was everything she needed, was everything you needed.

The length of your blue arms tightened around her body as she laid atop of you, the elegant space between her shoulders becoming the spot your chin resided in. The roseate colors of her nose affectionately nuzzled across your cheekbone, and you grinned knowingly at how she traced the deep contoured markings etched into your complexion. You basked in the way her touch strayed to your hair, fingertips grazing over your braids and admiring how they were adorned with the jeweled spirals she had made for you, a trinket of a small shell dangling from it.

The purity of drifting into all of what one another was and will become came freely to you both; she allowed you to card your fingers through the long cascades of her curls as you styled them while she fiddled with the single twist swaying over your temple, and you’d occasionally ask if everything was to her liking. You loved to take care of her, you loved providing for her with nothing in return besides her grand love for you. You were hers, and you knew when the time came, when you had the blessing of her mother, the Tsahik and most importantly, Eywa’s, she was to be your mate, and you both eternally longed for that day.

Nestling her back against your chest eased her mind, and the ocean’s breeze ruffled through the night serenely, and your body only added onto that as your warmth embraced her. Her eyes rose to the fort’s canopy, smiling at the glittering beads woven within the vines.

Round hues shimmered and lit your heart up. A light kiss brushed your cheek and your eyes widened in surprise. Your broad grin soon followed however, stirring her insides, and you would admit that just by existing, she managed to stir your own heart.

“Would you like to see what I got you?” She giggled at the way your eyes widened and gave her a nod. “Yeah.”

Your eyes fell over a multilayered arm bracelet with beads, its colors having the familiar pattern your brother, Neteyam once wore. Though she didn’t want to emit tears, she knew the dam was bound to happen, tears pearling your lashes. “I know how high you thought of him and deeply you loved your brother. Your mama helped me recreate this, with the same beads he once wore.” The pads of your trembling fingers smoothed over each bead, each color that once and forever will symbolize Neteyam.

You kissed her cheek, then her lips with a soft laugh. “You are amazing, y’know that?”

“I wish to stay here, with you forever under this fortress. I really like the way you made this.”

You laughed once more, lips falling over her dimpled cheek and pulled her even deeper into you. “One day, we’ll have our own fortress and stay together forever, beautiful girl.”

“I see you, Y/N.” Everything you were, are, and bound to become will forever be eternally accepted by her soul. She leaned in to sweetly kiss you right before you could even return her words because she already knew, and there was something strong about already knowing.

— Rotxo !

You fell in love with one of the sweetest, most attentive and caring souls on the planet; Rotxo. Sweetest for the way he conveyed his immense love for you. Attentive, even when you think he doesn’t notice the smallest of things, from physical to emotional, or when your presence wasn’t anywhere near him; “Where is your sister? Where is Y/N? I thought she would be here?” And caring as to awareness of your well-being, of how you feel, of just wanting to smother you with his love and have you approach it as well.

That attentiveness and care was always right around the corner when he knew you needed it, or when he simply wanted to bathe you in his affections. A lace of thin beads ornamented your torso, glimmering and clashing astonishingly with your tones, a pretty shelled necklace sitting over your collarbones. The lace of beads and shelled necklace that happened to be made by Rotxo himself, along with the chest piece he had patched back together for you for when you were training on your ilu, it slightly tore. Rotxo never thought something too feminine or too masculine for anyone, so he didn’t pay no mind when his close friend, Ao’nung had teased him of making accessories and loincloths for you and ask him if he was comfortable with your height differences ( you were a tad bit taller than the Reef boy…tad) , or the way Lo’ak, your brother would make remarks of his ‘straightness’, and instead absorbed the way Tsireya would cheer him on, absorbed the way Kiri and Tuk would help him pick the best of pieces that suited their sister, absorbed how your oldest brother approved of him to be with you.

Proud he was to be able to make such things for you, and to be gifted with the way your face would brighten so prettily because of his acts. Rotxo thought the teasing he’d received had been so worth it as he watched you in amazement, a smile appealing his face. “Thank you, my sweet boy! Thank you, thank you!”

“It suits you, sevin. Very pretty…too pretty for me.” Your hands curl around his cheeks, mushing them slightly between your hold as he beamed up at you. “I am too pretty because of you. You add on to my prettiness. Just look at that face of yours!”

You adored the way his eyes crinkled crescent-like, the way the crystal blue brimmed from them before they disappeared behind closed eyelids, the way those lush lips smile so softly, so completely love-struck by you.

Your lower lip then so very subtly pronounced, and it was immediate the way his smile fell and the worry dawning upon him. “You say I’m too pretty for you when you’re too good for me.” Your fingers slid down his face and climbed up the nape of his neck before letting them stray into his bundle of thick locks. “You take very good care of me…you constantly gift me things. And while I adore it, it makes me feel bad for not keeping up with it–”

“But you do by gifting me with your time! –”

“Which is why I made you something!” You grinned at the way he tilted his head and one of his ears flitted against his head. His face contained intrigue while his tail very lightly moved. “Really? And what exactly did you make for me….?”

Quickly pecking his forehead, you pulled him by the arm near your family’s marui. “Wait here, okay?”

“Sevin, you did not have to get me anything—” He tried protesting though vehement glare dissolved his words; not taking no for an answer and he sighed. With a shrug and nod, you grinned and quickly rushed in and grabbed ahold of the gifts, returning with a wide smile that made his own form. “Give me your arm, love.”

He complied, head tilting as his brow line quirked. Your giggle reverberated through him when you slid the band with a blue sea glass stone up the length of his arm, stopping right above his bicep. “This stone glows under the night sky.” Another piece of jewelry was in your hold, three necklaces, similar in color to the single one you wore. “Each of the three carry the same beads you have used for me.”

His happiness was apparent despite the efforts to maintain a serious demeanor, a warmth erupting in his chest at your actions. The little squirm his mouth made did not go unnoticed by you when you told him about the beads. He finally gave in, a beam stretched across his face and you bathed in it as you clasped each necklace around his neck. “Sevin…irayo ( thank you ) Y/N!”

His soft sounds of giggles floated in your ears as firm pecks sweetly assaulted every part of his face and his arms winded around you. He took slight steps back, steps that soon became a full plummet of both your bodies into the water with a loud splash. You said nothing, simply stared at each other, damped with Awa’atlu’s waters, before giggling.

Your arms remained around his neck, hands reaching up and smiled softly at the way the wet wisps of his locks immediately curled around your digits.

“You, Rotxo, deserve many, many good things.” You reminded, tracing circles into his damp cheek with the pad of your thumb. “ I want you to know that I acknowledge everything you do for me. That I appreciate it. So thank you, my sweet boy, for all you do for me.”

His cheeks flushed at your words, throat closing in what could be seen as emotion and a soft laugh emitted from your throat as his head dipped into your neck. His fingertips brushing over the beads around you and a purr-like sound rumbling through his chest. A sound you felt to the center of your being, and crooned down at the smiling boy as he continued thanking you and holding you in his arms, promising to never discard these gifts you’ve given him ever, unaware of the 5 pair of eyes watching from afar.

…

“…I told you the beads he gave her were a good idea.”

“Ao’nung, shut up. I never doubted Rotxo for a second.”

“You thought he was gay, Lo’ak. Neteyam was most supportive.”

“Gross.”

“…they have been holding together for too long.”

“Kiri, Teyam, you’re gonna ruin the moment !!”

Meanwhile, Tsireya is carrying a wide smile while trying NOT to shed some happy tears for her dear friends.

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adrealucia · 1 year

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Haiii i was wondering if u could do a Aonung X Fem Metkanyia Reader where Aonung takes her out for a Morning swim and maybe some cuddles on the ocean floor and kisses? Idk i thought itd be cute :D

omggg this is such a cute idea!!! i love this :(((

I hope you enjoy this, I had a lot of fun writing this little drabble!! 🤭

You had barely opened your eyes, still pretty sleepy when Ao'nung excitedly dragged you out of the Marui. Most of the other people from the clan were still sleeping because it was way too early, so the village was really quiet. Just you and him, just the sound of the waves breaking on the shore.

"Come on sleepyhead!" your lover yells when he jumps into the water and disappeared under the surface. You couldn't help yourself but smile. Ao'nung always came up with the best spontaneous ideas and never did he fail to surprise you. For a moment your eyes were searching for his shadow in the water, but the reflection of the sun made it really hard for you to see something. So you quickly followed him, by jumping gracefully into the blue sea.

There was nothing better than waking up and immediately taking a dive into the sea. Lots of beautiful creatures are swimming around and no one is there to bother your peace. It takes you a minute to spot your boyfriend, who was hiding between some orange corals. Rapidly you make your way over to him, using sign language to ask: "why are you hiding?"

He looks rather amused when he signs "you look cute when your eyes are searching for me". A pleased expression takes its place on his face when you playfully roll your eyes at him and pretend to give his head a little slap. He swims just a little bit closer to you before cupping your face in his hands, gently dragging you closer to him, and placing a little peck on your lips. Small bubbles of air are leaving your mouth when you slightly open your mouth to show him a toothy smile.

"Come" he signs and makes his way through the corals, leading you to follow closely after him. He was swimming straight down to the bottom of the sea, where a little manta was about to hide himself under the sand. Once he reached the ground he laid himself flat on his back, opening his arms for you.

You swim right into his arms, holding tight onto him, and playfully spin him around a few times, until he stopped you by pressing his lips at yours. A sigh leaves your lips, causing more bubbles to float back up to the surface. Ao'nung gently strokes a hand through your hair, while going for another kiss. This time a longer one, a kiss that would make your limbs feel weak if you wouldn't feel so weightless in the water.

With his lips still caressing yours, he turns you around once more, so your back touches the soft sand of the bottom of the ocean. Automatically you pull him even closer to you and this time you are the one who pulls apart from him to place a small kiss on his nose.

He lets himself float up a little, making space between the two bodies of yours just so he can sign: "I love you"

#ao’nung #ao’nung sfw #aonung #atwow #avatar 2 #avatar #avatar 2009 #atwow ao'nung #ao’nung cute #ao’nung x y/n #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung drabble #avatar fic #avatar drabble #atwow fluff #ao’nung fluff #awow x reader

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usermakki · 1 year

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i have a deep love for taking ao’nung to the forest fics. the idea of him getting up close and personal with an ikran, falling off a pa’li or teaching him how to use a bow only for the string to bounce back and hit his nipple - making you laugh as he winces at the sting

author’s note ; not the string hitting his nipple 💀 lamb my dear!! my introduction to this concept was through your last ao'nung drabble and i fell in love with it, like honestly 😭 it's so cute, so soft, so sweet!! and i couldn't help writing something about it. this is bad and rushed, but it's because i did this just now while at work lol i was looking over my shoulder every 5seconds

content ; na'vi! reader, established relationship, a lil bit of dumbass ao'nung, fluff, reader teaches ao'nung how to track, lowercase intended, this is unedited

being back in the forest feels refreshing.

there's familiarity in the way the wind blows, how it calls to you and welcomes you home. you've had been living long enough in the reef to fail to remember the path you used to take back to your marui, to forget the symbols you carved in the bark of a tree. it'll take a while until you feel like you belong again, and until then, you'll experience it all as if you've never known this place.

having ao'nung close by, going through the same process of acquainting himself with the forest, makes you a little bit glad. he's making a much bigger fool of himself than you are.

"these paw prints are exactly the same. i can't tell them apart."

you can sense how frustrated this makes him. he's used to navigating clan life as an adult, an experienced warrior who has taught many metkayina children how to hunt and handle their weapons, but here in the rainforest, he's reduced to a confused youngling once again. you don't blame him, but you do find humor in his predicament.

you squeeze his shoulder in reassurance, and he instantly relaxes under your touch. pointing at the first print, you begin to trace out some of the differences between them. "this print is more shallow, and the indentations of the claws are faint. either the animal is still young, or very light for his size.” he follows every movement of your hand. “and that means not enough meat.”

ao'nung only sighs, adjusting himself on his haunches. the movement makes the ripple-like stripes on his back shimmer under the early sunlight. the lighter green tone of his skin is a beautiful contrast to the darker and bright colors of the forest surrounding you. he looks prettier than you've ever seen him.

"but we can go back to this some other time." you pat his back. "get up big guy."

you step away to retrieve your bow to leave, but stop in your place when you notice that ao'nung hasn't budged. he now stands in the same spot, hands on his hips, staring up at the canopy of the trees. the expression of contemplation on his face is too cute, and you have to smother a giggle.

"what is it ?"

"kiri said we'd find some banana fruits here, but i don't see it."

"we're gonna have to climb the trees to find them."

"and how do we go about that ?"

you falter in place.

"well you just-you just climb." stuttering in astonishment. "do you not know how to climb ?"

"i never had to climb something before!"

the laugh that leaves your mouth is embarrassingly uncouth. "wait until lo'ak hears about this."

your heart is happy to be back.

#gosh this is ugly my bad 👹#but I just couldn’t stop thinking!!! yk #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung fluff #ao’nung drabble #ao’nung headcanon #avatar x reader #avatar fluff #avatar drabble #avatar headcanon #atwow x reader #atwow fluff #atwow drabble #atwow headcanon #.usermakki #.makiwrites #.makidrabbles

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nyctophicbtch · 1 year

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Outsiders - Neteyam

[ Neteyam x Metkayina!reader ]

Summary: Despite your uninterests in getting to know the Omatikaya guests, you’d somehow managed to capture the attention of the eldest brother and Neteyam messed up by doing the one thing your brother told him not to. Plus Lo’ak being the captain of the ship.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2,033

Just as expected, there were no particular signs of interest your siblings found in you when Omatikayas showed up on the shore, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious upon their arrival.

“She will show up.” You faintly heard Rotxo quietly say to Ao’nung as you approached the commotion.

A glimpse of your father and mother speaking to an Olo'eyktan had you pushing through the crowd to get a better view. You could see your sister already examining the outsiders alongside your brother, being fairly kinder than he was.

“See,” remarked Rotxo as he spotted you making your way over to them.

Their banter over you was not uncommon. It never bothered you and you could care less with what they were whispering about now when you knew they had no ill intentions. Instead, you shifted your attention to the family standing before you and eyed each of them individually.

The littlest one was hiding behind her mother’s leg, the other girl looked exhausted and the younger boy had his eyes glancing at your sister too often to your annoyance.

You glanced at the eldest just as he did too, noticing you for the first time. The corners of his lips curved upwards to form a subtle smile in an attempt to seem friendly, which others might have missed but your brothers didn’t.

It wasn’t the smartest friendly attempt, considering how it only deepened the distaste of your brother into sneers and scowls.

“If he hasn’t already, he’s going to take interest in you,” whispered Ao’nung, though he didn’t seem pleased to know that. “You’re alluring. Stay away.”

“I won’t even do anything!”

“Exactly.”

“Shh,” interrupted Tsireya.

You shot a glare towards your brother in annoyance. He knew you wouldn’t even be interested in seeing them, let alone talking to them, yet somehow he was so sure that they’d approach you on their own

“They won’t even care, Ao’nung.” You had been so busy furiously thinking of arguments against your brother that the call of your name spooked you.

“They will teach you our ways,” your father said, earning immediate complaints from your brother whilst Tsireya obliged and wasted no time in leading the guests.

There was no doubt that your sister could handle them, and your siblings wouldn’t expect you to be interested in teaching them either. And they weren’t wrong. You’d prefer entertaining the kids running around the sand than guiding them.

“Where’s your other sister?” asked Kiri when she noticed your absence.

Neteyam hung back with Lo’ak as their parents busied themselves gazing at the village. The place still felt foreign to them, and even more so when they knew they’d be staying here.

“Doing something else. She’s not used to outsiders.” Tsireya did not stop to reply, the words coming off her tongue as if she had practiced it a thousand times.

Lo’ak raised his brows at the mention of another sister. He was too caught up fuming at Rotxo and Ao’nung to even notice you, but he doubted any of them were used to outsiders either.

“The quiet one.” Neteyam replied to his unspoken question. “The interesting one.”

“Go anywhere near her and we’ll tie you up with your baby tail.”

“Relax, she’s all yours.” Neteyam held his hands up in defense. He didn’t understand why they were getting so defensive over you although he barely even looked your way. Lo’ak was ogling at Tsireya and they didn’t seem too bothered.

Something was off about you, especially when you’d so rarely make yourself visible to any of them for days. He would’ve expected the daughter of the Olo'eyktan to be difficult to miss, especially when they all expected you to help teach them the Metkayina ways. And to be truthful, you just enjoyed doing your own thing that does not involve the outsiders.

“Father’s expecting all of us to join them.” Your annoyance was clearly visible. You weren’t even needed. They could handle this on their own without you, and your father knew that.

“Fine.”

You left them alone for two minutes and somehow they were already taunting each other when you came back. Your sister was called to help mother, much to your dismay, and you were putting back the saddles of the ilu.

“Lo’ak,” you heard Neteyam warn as you returned to the group behind Ao’nung, giving some distance.

When Lo’ak approached and flexed his fingers around, you knew what was coming before the punch actually landed on your brother’s face.

“Rotxo, stop!” you yelled, pulling him back by his hand. He shook you off easily, dismissing your warnings.

You looked to Neteyam who sighed, as if he’d witness this too many times. The older brother easily beat up Ao’nung and his friends in Lo’ak’s defense, scolding Lo’ak afterwards.

“Come on,” Ao’nung waited expectantly for you to follow them. He sensed your hesitance and saw the way your eyes roamed back and forth between them and the Omatikayas, and finally decided to leave without you.

“In my defense, you got to show off in front of her,” said Lo’ak groggily, nodding to you.

“Excuse my brother and his unrefined mouth.” Neteyam received a weak punch for that and the tiniest smile from you. He didn’t comprehend why, but Neteyam smiled at your amusement and from then, the annoyance you felt from having to teach them disappeared. Just slightly.

“Do I have to face dad?”

“Yes. Until then keep out of trouble. I mean it Lo’ak.”

It was safe to say Neteyam was impressed that his brother managed to not utter a single provoking word until he had to face their father.

“Hey.” Neteyam spun to the sound of your voice. It was nearly sundown and you were standing outside his room. “Sorry about my brother and his friends. I can still teach you how to control your breathing if you’d like.”

The mindful part of him knew he should go find his brother who hadn’t been visible for a long while, but the selfish part of him allowed his interests to take over. And this time, he allowed something for himself for once. Besides, Lo’ak should stay out of trouble after his last encounter with dad.

“Yeah. Sure.”

You nodded towards the shore and Neteyam jumped off his marui to follow you. It took great effort to avoid bumping into any of the children running around and splashing water.

“The secret to increasing your lungs’ limit is to slow your breathing and allow them to slowly adapt,” you said, pushing him back by the chest with both hands so that he sat down.

“Breathe from here.” You were only showing him parts of his chest and abdomen, but he couldn’t help the increasing pace of his heart as your hands felt around his chest. His eyes locked on your face the entire time in an attempt to focus on what you were saying, but the words that came out from your mouth sounded foreign to his brain.

“Your heart is beating really fast.” You frowned. “Slow down.”

Neteyam nodded, but when you felt his heart keep its frantic pace, you sighed and removed your hands from his chest.

“We’ll try this again tomorrow with my sister.”

Neteyam did the one thing Ao’nung told him not to do. He found himself coming up with excuses to see you and he was just about subtle enough that even Tuk noticed.

“I just made peace. This time I think you’re going to be the one to mess things up.”

“I’m not doing anything.” They both knew it was a lie and Neteyam was fully aware of that.

“Can you show the way to our marui? They all look the same,” Lo’ak mockingly mimicked the conversation he overheard between you and his brother yesterday. Lo’ak was basking in his enjoyment.

It was something unlikely of Neteyam and something expected of Lo’ak, which made the whole situation even more amusing to the younger brother.

“Ow.” Lo’ak swatted away the hand that hit him in the back of his head.

“You’re being annoying. Stop.”

“Stop being a wuss and make a move. It’s her birthday.” The look Neteyam gave was out of pure disbelief.

“I’m not you who falls in love with every pretty girl you see.”

“I do not do that.”

“Yes you do. Now go annoy someone else. I’m going to see if mom found our gift.” Neteyam pushed the weight of Lo’ak’s arm away from his shoulder, distancing himself before walking the other direction.

“Actually, you already gave her one.” The words from his brother’s mouth caused Neteyam to freeze in place and turn his head to look at him.

“What?”

“You gave her a pretty sea bouquet with a sweet little note.” If he could, Neteyam would tear the smug look off of his brother’s face.

“Kurkung.” Asshole. “What did the note say?”

“You’re going to have to ask her yourself. She actually shows up when you’re around.”

Happy birthday, tanhì

- Neteyam

You somehow doubted that this was actually from Neteyam. He didn’t seem like the type to show romantic gestures to someone he met only a few weeks ago. You were surprised that he was even interested in you at all and it had you flushing like an idiot.

“What’s got you so smiley?” asked Rotxo, snatching the note from your hand before you could reply.

“Hey!”

“That bastard. I thought mom got you that.” Your brother gestured to the bouquet with a glare. You had no idea why your brother and his friends were so against you and Neteyam. It wasn’t like either of you showed any interest in each other. Well, not until now.

“Lay off, Rotxo. It’s her birthday,” you heard Ao’nung’s voice before he entered the marui and stole the note from Rotxo’s hands. Your brother’s hand ruffled your hair in a way he knew you hated. “Happy birthday, hì’i kxetse.”

Happy birthday, small tail.

You shoved his hand away in annoyance, the glare you sent looking more playful than menacing. The pushes turned into fights and a full race to the waters.

“Guys-“ Rotxo never got to finish what he was saying since the two of you were already running through the poor villagers that minded their own business, occasionally bumping into some of them.

Ao’nung was grinning at his expected victory when you tackled him from behind. The rest of the way was filled with tripping, pulling, and your attempts at kicking him away from you.

You were nearly there. Aonung would often beat you most of the time, but on lucky days, you claimed the victory.

“Woah!” Before you could stop yourself, you slammed into Neteyam, knocking the both of you over to the waters.

Water filled your lungs quicker than you could comprehend and it seemed like Neteyam did the same since he was coughing a fit once the two of you resurfaced.

“Sorry,” you mumbled an apology in between coughs.

“Looks like lover boy helped you win, little sis.” Ao’nung appeared from behind you. Your brother did nothing, but you hit him on his forehead - which felt like a weak nudge to him - for his mere existence. “I’m gonna fetch Rotxo. I’m still keeping my eye on you, forest boy.”

Once Ao’nung was out of earshot you were quick to approach him and apologize for your brother’s hostility. “Sorry for him. I liked your gift, though. It was lovely.”

Neteyam knew it wasn’t really his gift, but he couldn’t help but play along. Lo’ak was never going to let this go and he knew it. He was “forever in Lo’ak’s debt”.

“It’s alright. Happy birthday again.”

You smiled at Neteyam, leaning in to put a hand on his jaw and he hoped you couldn’t feel the speed of his heartbeat increasing as you gave a peck to his cheek. It was supposed to be him, yet you were the one whose face flushed and quickly swam away to find your ilu.

Lo’ak just found the entire thing amusing.

He raised a brow suggestively as Neteyam spotted him standing by the shoreline, blowing a kiss his way, which was responded with water splashed to his face.

“You’re welcome.”

kurkung [ˈkuɾ.kuŋ] n. asshole (vulgar)

tanhì [tan.ˈhɪ] n. star, bioluminescent freckle

hì’i [ˈhɪ.ʔi] adj. small, little (in size)

kxetse [ˈk’ɛ.t͡sɛ] n. tail

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mcverse · 1 year

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✧ Pairings: Ao’nung x F! Sully! Reader

✧ Requested: Yes/No

✧ Type: One Shot

✧ Word count: 2.8K

✧ Warnings: Angst, Miscommunication, fluff, not proof read, edited to fix mess ups

From an early age, you learned that the line between hate and love could be very thin.

When you were just eight years old, you were the first child of Jake and Neytiri to tell your mother that you hated her. The reason was quite trivial; she had taken away your toy after you had taken it from Kiri. But even at that young age, you understood the gravity of your words when you saw the disappointment on her face. You immediately apologized and spent the rest of the day by her side.

Six years later, when you were fourteen, your brother Lo’ak did something that annoyed you, as brothers often do. He snatched away a beaded necklace that you had been working on all day. You were already feeling frustrated because it had taken you so long to make, unlike your talented and quick sister, Kiri, or your mother. The words came out easily this time: "I hate you, you skxawng."

But deep down, you didn't hate him at all. In fact, you loved him fiercely and would do anything to protect him, even fight to the death. You just hoped that it wouldn't come to that. Fortunately, the spat blew over quickly, just as it had started.

You often had conversations with your father, Jake, who would explain that there was a thin line between hate and love. You remember reading about this concept in one of the books left behind by the Sky People, but your father insists that he came up with it himself. You don't have the heart to tell him you knew, so you just let him have his victory.

Despite this, as you grew older, you became more and more skeptical of the idea that love and hate were two sides of the same coin. By the time you reached 19, you were convinced that the line between the two emotions was non-existent. This belief was only reinforced by the fact that your parents had informed you that you would have to leave behind the life you had always known. The news made you furious and you felt as though the rug had been pulled out from under you.

You had never asked to be caught in the middle of this conflict between your people and the sky people. All you ever wanted was to live in peace and harmony. You had hoped that over the 15 years since the sky people had last visited, your own people would have found a way to prevent another conflict from breaking out. But now you found yourself on the run, fleeing for your life, and wondering whether peace would ever be possible.

“I hate you," you said with conviction as you stormed off, too consumed by your own emotions to consider theirs. The words felt too familiar on your tongue, as if you said them too many times before. Perhaps they knew they weren't true, but that didn't stop you from ever saying it again.

You don't immediately apologize or take back your words. Instead, you pack your belongings to leave, too angry and aggravated to consider the consequences of your actions. Your family is hurt, but you're hurting too so avoiding your parents became your new strategy. But Neteyam had other plans. It’s only when he confronts you that you start to realize the gravity of the situation.

He reminds you that family is forever, even if you don't always see eye-to-eye or want to be around them. The reminder hits hard, and you're filled with remorse for how you've treated your loved ones. Tears flow equally for your family and having to say say goodbye to your home.

The journey to Awa'atlu was awkward, but this time it wasn't because of you. Unlike popular believe aka your siblings and you, the world didn’t revolve around you. In fact, your world was currently with you, lost in their own thoughts, weighed down by the heavy emotions of the past few days. The weight of starting over somewhere new feels suffocating, but you know that you have to try to make the best of it.

When you arrived with your family on the sandy shores of the reef, you had hoped to approach this new experience with a positive attitude. Despite the openly judgmental stares from the Metkayina people who scrutinized the genetic makeup of you and your siblings, you made a conscious effort to focus on the bright side of things, especially when your father informed the chief of your shared goal to seek uturu.

But adapting to this new environment has been far from easy, and you knew it wouldn't be a smooth transition. You were strangers to their traditions and culture, and it was only natural that there would be some difficulties. To make matters worse, you and two of your siblings were considered "demons" by the Metkayina people, further complicating your efforts to fit in.

Despite your best efforts to maintain a dream-like state of acceptance, it was impossible to ignore the harsh reality of the situation. You had been living with the Metkayina people for months now, but every day felt like a struggle to fit in. You missed the comforts of home and the familiarity of your own culture.

The constant reminder that you and your siblings were labeled as demons was a weight that you couldn't seem to shake off. While most of the people in the tribe had welcomed you with open arms, there were a few like Ao'nung and his group who constantly taunted and teased you. It started with your siblings, but eventually, they turned their attention to you, making you feel unwelcome and out of place.

The longing to leave grew stronger with each passing day, but you also couldn't help feeling guilty for wanting to give up. You knew that your parents had made a difficult decision to move to this new place, and you didn't want to disappoint them.

However, the pain of being ridiculed and ostracized made it difficult to stay. You wondered if you would ever truly feel like you belonged here, or if you would always feel like an outsider. The weight of these thoughts and emotions was becoming too heavy to bear, and you longed for a way out.

This feeling was particularly strong on days like today when you found yourself completely alone. Perched on a rock at the edge of the reef, you felt disconnected from the world around you, lost in your thoughts and longing for a sense of belonging. Getting out of your head felt impossible until he comes along and disrupts it.

“You’re alone, sevin.”

The sound of his voice is so distinct, it's impossible to forget it, even if you tried. You hate to admit it, but you could recognize him just by his voice, even with your eyes closed. Sometimes you even saw him in your mind when you shut your eyes. However, the Ao’nung you knew never called you “sevin [pretty]” so you begin to second guess yourself.

However, as you see him standing there, tall and smoldering, you are one hundred percent certain it is him. His face is uncharacteristically relaxed when it comes to you, and you can't help but feel a sense of discomfort. This is him, but not the him you’re used to.

“Huh?” you purse your lips, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you try to make sense of the situation.

He lowers his head slightly, squinting his eyes as he smiles in his usual mischief manner, which is now all too familiar to you. "You're alone?" he repeats, the sound of his voice piercing through the quiet surroundings. As he walks towards you, the water splashes around him, adding to the tension of the moment.

Sighing, you roll your eyes and slump your shoulders in frustration. "No shit," you mutter under your breath, already dreading the idea of spending any time with him.

Ao’nung chuckles, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest. He takes a few steps closer to you, the water now up to his waist. "No one’s keeping your company, huh?" he drawls, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don’t worry, I’m here."

You clench your fists, eyes starting to sting as you feel your anger bubbling up inside of you. Ao'nung always had a way of getting under your skin, and you were in no mood for his taunts today, nor any day.

"Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy some peace and quiet?" you snap, turning your back to him with crossed arms. Hopefully he gets the hint this time and leave.

But Ao'nung doesn't seem deterred. Instead, he wades closer until he's standing right behind you, his hot breath tickling your neck. You tense up, feeling his presence looming over you like a predator stalking its prey.

His voice whispers dangerously close to your ear, you feel a shiver run down your spine. "Why are you being so hostile?" he asks, peering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of your face. You can practically hear the pout in his lips, "I’m just trying to be nice," his tone dripping with mock innocence.

The rock you were standing on wasn't big enough to allow you to pull away from him without falling straight into the water, but you don’t hesitate as your jerk your body away, hoping to hide your flustered state and escape his proximity.

“It’s a little too late to feel sorry,” you hiss, not that you actually believe him. There was too much bad history between you to even consider it, especially with his behavior now.

He didn't reply, only watching the rise and fall of your back with interest. You had been the center of his attention for a while, but he had only recently realized it himself. He snaps out of his daze when he saw you turn to peer up at him through lowered lashes.

He felt his heart skip a beat as he watches you, the soft glow of the moon illuminating your features in a way that made his breath catch in his throat. The light of the moon seemed to know exactly how to make you look more beautiful than ever, and he found himself lost in the moment. Unconsciously, he parts his lips and he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he realized he was caught staring.

You call out his name, "Ao’nung?" as you notice him staring at you. Suddenly, without warning, he splashes water in your face, sending droplets flying everywhere. You frantically try to wipe the water from your face while simultaneously attempting to stop him, "Hey, stop it, skxawng!" you exclaim in annoyance.

Wiping the droplets off your face, you glower at him in frustration as he finally stops splashing water at you. "What's your problem?" you demand, your frown deepening when he simply shrugs with a smug expression.

What a dick!

“Thought you could improve your swimming skills.” He teases, walking towards you again.

Resisting the urge to punch him in the face was a skill, is what you wanted to say aloud. However, you were painfully reminded that he was the chief's son and, from past experiences with him and Lo'ak, you knew you didn't want a lecture from your father. As you turn to leave, Ao'nung grabs your wrist softly and yanks you towards him with the opposite force.

You yelp as you slam into his chest, ready to actually put your hands on him despite knowing you shouldn’t. But you pause after looking up, yellow hues staring into surprisingly serious blue.

They feel intense but warm, almost felt like how you wanted to curl into the one his body provided. It made your chest hurt, thumps wildly like a celebratory drum set. You wish it would stop, but it only intensifies when you catch a glimpse of his lips and watch as his tongue swipes across his bottom lip.

That was expressively hot, you had to admit, and it got even hotter when you looked back into his eyes, only to see them flick up from your lips at the last minute.

Being this close to him makes you feel weird. His stare suddenly feels too uncomfortable, making you look away and focus on other parts of his face, like the cute white freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks, or the smoothness of his skin. But then you stupidly let your eyes wander back to his lips, where you see them part again, this time with words.

“Som [Hot],” he says, confusion clouds your mind once more. But then, his words clear everything up, "You're Txasom [Very hot]." The way he says it, almost breathless, sends an another shiver down your spine.

"Ao'nung," you begin, but he cuts you off, releasing his grip on your wrist and sliding his hand to your hips, pulling you closer to him than before.

"I like you, siven," he confesses, his cheeks flushed to match yours. You stare up at him in awe, your heart out of control in your chest as you listen to his words, "I have for a while."

Your mind is in a whirlwind. You've yearned for him to apologize for his past mistreatment, but never once considered the possibility that he might have romantic feelings for you. You're unsure of what to feel, what to say, or what to do, and the uncertainty leaves you breathless.

“Say something,” he pleads, his gaze flicking back and forth between each eye, searching for a tell sign. He starts to fear that he may have made a mistake by opening up to you. Perhaps it would have been better to keep his admiration a secret, to continue to tease you playfully while keeping his feelings to himself.

You part your lips to speak, but no words come out. Instead, you close your mouth, pressing your lips tightly together as you struggle to process what's happening. How can Ao’nung, the chief's son who once teased you endlessly, have feelings for you?

“You’re a dick,” you murmur after a pregnant pause, looking off to the side. You miss the way his expression falters slightly before shifting to neutral, his hold on your hips gripping tighter as you continue, your voice getting firmer with each jab. “And an asshole who doesn’t know when to stop.”

“[Name]—“

“I’m not finished,” you quickly shut him down, staring him in the eyes now. “You teased my family because we were different. You teased me because I was too. You used your status as the chief's son to get away with it and I can’t forget that.”

Ao’nung's face contorts into a pained expression as he releases his grip on your hips. He feels a sense of regret wash over him as he thinks about how he shouldn't have let things go this far. He should have stopped himself earlier, before he decided to confess. Maybe if he had just left you alone when you first arrived, he wouldn't be feeling so heartbroken at this moment.

Ao'nung's expression transforms from sadness to hope as you grab his forearms before he could fully retreat. You notice how your words have affected him and wonder if he truly is genuine. "But it can be forgiven," you begin, watching as his brows raise and his ears perk up at your statement. "With work," you add, making sure he understands that it won't be easy.

His face lights up with the most winsome smile you've ever seen, and you can't help but laugh at his expression. He's more earnest, and it's endearing. As you look away shyly, he focuses on your laughter.

"I have a chance?" he asks hopeful, giving you a youthful, yearning expression. It's clear he wants to make things right between you.

Your nod of approval is all the permission he needs as he leans down to capture your lips in a frenzy of excitement. At first, the kiss is soft and tentative, but as you reciprocate, it quickly becomes more passionate and intense. You feel his hands grip your hips, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

When he finally pulls away, your eyes remain closed, trying to catch your breath and savor the moment. You can feel his eyes on you before you even open them, and when you do, you see his hand leaving your hips to rest on your cheek in adoration.

"I just need one chance," he whispers, pulling you back into a sinfully delicious kiss that makes your head spin and your heart race with desire.

You had an epiphany at 20: the line separating love and hate was indeed thin, and you found yourself straddling it frequently. But now, things have changed. You refuse to offer any apologies for the transition from hating Ao’nung to loving him.

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neteyamyawne · 6 months

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╰ ₊Ao'nung - Are you some kind of freak? ꒱༉‧₊

-‘๑’- Key Genres

◦ | Romance - ◈ | Platonic - ❈ |

◦ | Na'vi!Reader - 𑁍 | Human!Reader - ❁ | Avatar!Reader - ֍ |

◦ | Daughter!Reader - ꕥ | Gn!Reader - ꨄ︎ | Pregnant!reader - ❀ |

◦ | Request - ☁️ | Non-request - 🌱|

-‘๑’- One shots

➺ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ...

-‘๑’- Two Shots

➺ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ...

-‘๑’- Drabbles

Later Sessions - [ ✯ + 𑁍 + ◈ + ☁️ ] ft. Neteyam

Ao'nung and Neteyam give you a sweet and delightful lesson after your swimming sessions with them and they can be quite the trouble...

Shh... Quiet - [ ✯ + 𑁍 + ◈ + ☁️ ]

Your subby Little boyfriend is desperate to be your mate, even while you fuck him mercilessly without a break, he still wants you too be his forever.

-‘๑’- Head-Canons

➺ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ...

-‘๑’- Series

➺ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ...

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goldeneywa · 1 year

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ao’nung x omatikaya!reader

i thought of this while i was daydreaming at work one day💀and i definitely did not have to repost this bcuz i didn’t realize that deleting my acc would delete both blogs on the acc and not just one blog soo…

revised technically since i had to rewrite

word count at 746

“If you want to live here, you have to ride.”

My siblings and I, minus Kiri, are in the shallow parts of the water, being introduced to the Ilus. I watch them swim around us as they make yips and chirping noises similar to the ones Ao'nung made to call them over. We eventually separate, Tsireya going towards Lo'ak and Ao'nung with me and Neteyam.

Neteyam and I proceed to look at each other, using our 'twin-epathy' as Dad calls it, to communicate with one another and decide who will go first. We don't notice Ao'nung's confused stare as he realizes that we weren't listening to the beginning of his speech.

"Okay then, I'll go first," Neteyam says, looking at me and then at Ao'nung. He blinks a couple times, the second pair of lids coming out on his second blink. Which is something that I cannot help but stare at. "Alright."

Ao'nung guides Neteyam on how to sit and hold on to the Ilu. "It's the same concept as your Ikran," Ao'nung adds, taking a step back. I don't miss the added emotion of what I think is disgust when he mentions our clan's chosen rides and I know that Neteyam didn't either.

I follow the Metkayina's lead and take a step back as well, ducking my head underwater as Neteyam takes off. He holds on for a while and it seems like he got the hang of it before eventually he loses control of the animal and falls off.

I can hear Ao'nung and his group of friends laugh at the sight, while I just cover my smiling mouth. I bring my head out of the water and notice Tsireya steps back, joining the group, signaling that Lo'ak will have a go as well.

He doesn't last nearly as long as Neteyam did. The boys laugh harder at my younger brother than they did my twin. Tsireya even laughs as well but I know it wasn't out of ill intent, since it was entertaining seeing my brothers fall off.

"Alright forest girl, you're next," Ao'nung says, looking down at me with the obvious height difference with the stupid smirk on his face. "Hmm," is all I reply with. He guides the closest Ilu towards us and helps me get on. He goes through the same process with me, but not as in-depth of an explanation since I've already heard it when he was helping Neteyam. "Good. Now make the bond," I grab my queue from behind me and make tsaheylu. I take a silent deep breath and concentrate on the feeling.

"Feel her breath, her strength," He says. But what caught me off guard was him grabbing my hand and laying it flat on the Ilu's neck, his hand laying firmly on top of mine. I glance up at him but he doesn't make a move to look at me as he snatches his hand back, almost as if he didn't realize what he was doing himself. I decided to ignore it.

He steps back to give me space. When I feel like I'm finally ready, I take a deep breath and tell my Ilu to go underwater.

Keeping balance on the anime while maintaining proper directions against the water pressure was hard, especially with my unadjusted body. Only a couple times I felt myself slip a little but I managed to hold on. I felt confident to go deeper into the water and speed up.

The Ilu seemed to know what I was planning to do before I even gave her the thought. I hear the Ilu chirp before it begins to ascend higher toward the water's surface and jumps out, completing a small backflip.

I splash back into the water and rise back up with my back facing the group. I throw my head back and laugh, looking back at everyone else with a big smile on my face.

The Metkayina boys were standing there in shock and surprise while everyone else was cheering and happy at the display, with little Tuk showing the most excitement. Then there was Lo'ak, who let out a little "Show-off..." but was happy for his big sister nonetheless.

No one noticed Ao'nung's ears pulled all the way back to lay almost flat against his head and his stiff tail lifting up, looking just as shocked as his friends but another indescribable feeling lingering within his body language and deep within his eyes.

Except for his sister.

#ao’nung x reader #aonung x reader #ao'nung drabble #neteyam #lo'ak #sully siblings #sully reader #tsireya #platonic sullys x reader

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plooto · 6 months

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imagine being fucked so dumb that you just cannot form words, so you have to use the metkiyanan sign language to speak 🤧

#jake sully x reader #atwow ao’nung x reader #lo’ak x reader #rae’s tiny thoughts 💭 // drabbles #neteyam x reader

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hislaevv · 1 year

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crushing ๑ ao’nung

note: Ao’nung has a crush on reader but doesn’t bother to take it any further. Ao’nung x Omatikaya!reader. Ao’nung x Sully!sibling reader. Suggestive content. No p in v. Art is by @/engedx on twt! This is a repost.

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Ao’nung who has a lot of repressed feelings. Ao’nung who doesn’t like to put his heart on display. Ao’nung, the upcoming olo’eyktan who has no time for fraternizing, especially not with a forest freak. Ao’nung who whistles when you walk past him. Ao’nung whose chest burns when you look at him like he’s the scum of the earth, he can’t help but want to fuck the attitude out of your eyes. Ao’nung who steals glances at you under the flickering lights of a bonfire. Ao’nung who gets overly defensive when his friends call him out on his staring “Im only staring because she’s hideous, you skxawngs”. Ao’nung who is entirely too grateful for your clueless nature, he’d prefer if you were unaware of his feelings. Ao’nung who considers confessing but locks the stupid idea away in the deepest parts of his seaweed brain. Ao’nung who often day dreams about the contrast your navy skin would make on top of his much lighter one. Ao’nung who overhears you chatting with Tsireya about some Omatikayan fucker, who he decides he’s better than, and rolls his eyes. Ao’nung who seeks relief in the squishy wet marsh, Ao’nung who preaches your name like the gospel as he does so. Ao’nung who is met with the need to rut into you instead of whatever poor flora he’s picked up that night. Ao’nung who tries to entertain other Metkayinan females but thinks they’re all downgrades from you. Ao’nung who’s scared shitless that either of your brothers will find out about his silly crush and kick the ever living eywa out of him, he’d rather be swallowed by payakan than ever admit this though.

#ao’nung x reader #ao’nung x you #ao’nung x y/n #ao’nung x sully!reader #ao’nung #avatar 2 #atwow #avatar #neteyam #sully #neteyam sully #headcannon #metkayina #drabble #james cameron #avatar james cameron #avatar the way of water #the way of water #repost

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cordyce · 1 year

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ao’nung the type of guy to have u sneak out of ur marui pod in an UNGODLY hour of the night just to take on a swim date to not have anyone around mhm and i have a lot to say abt this.......

⇢ WHISPERS & WAVES

ao’nung x gn!reader

includes: flirty ao’nung. sneaking out. fluff & shit.

notes: god he’s so aggravating i’d risk a scolding for him i really would. not proofread at all if u see mistakes then squint

you try to ignore it the first time. pretend you didn’t really hear it and simply doze back off.

"psst."

refusing to move from the comfort of your cot, you keep your eyes screwed shut and your body stiff so as to still appear asleep. after all, it is bad enough you have been stirred from your slumber, you aren't positive your family will take too lightly to being stirred from theirs.

"pssst!"

it's louder, this time, but yet you do not so much as twitch your toes. hopefully even if your family hears they will merely think it to be the wind brushing something against your shared marui pod. and, surely, your perpetrator would not keep this up if you did not give in to his pestering.

but you are very foolish to think that. and very, very wrong.

because he does not hiss out an alarm the third time, no. instead, a hand is wrapping around your ankle and tugging you across the woven floor, mat and all. your eyes dart open instantly, your body shooting up and hand flying to stop your late night intruder from his tugging on you. the scraping sound of his dragging halts immediately, and you flash a quick glance around your marui to clock the sleeping states of your family. thankfully, they still all seem settled into deep rest. a miracle, honestly.

"are you crazy?" you hiss, low and airy so as not to be heard.

"i knew you were awake," ao'nung simpers back, lets go of your ankle only to circle his grip around your wrist. "come on."

"it is the middle of the night, ao'nung." you do not hesitate to berate him, but you make no move to free yourself from his grip either. you wonder why you even play through this argumentative repetition anymore. maybe, it's to convince yourself that you do not hold these late night rendezvous at the same level he does.

(an incredibly false sentiment, regardless of how much mindless convincing you attempt to do).

"that's the point," he grins; wide and boyish and hopelessly endearing, as much as you hate to admit it.

but you must admit it—because it would be pointless not to—and you fault that disposition alone for not resisting one bit when ao'nung begins to pull you along by the wrist. all you're given is a split, shuffling second to glance back at your family before you're being whisked away down the netted pathways.

loosening up is easier with each footfall, and soon you don't even need ao'nung's persuasive vice to guide you along with him. you follow willingly, enticingly. your soles hit sand just as muted giggles begin to leave your mouth. ao'nung tugs at your tail, pinches at your waist as the two of you run across shore. breathy chuckles and dropped guards; you watch your volumes but not your hands.

night brings freedom—from analytical gazes, responsibilities, pressure. ao'nung likes the night, you have learned; thrives in it. perhaps another reason you find it so easy to give into him.

he sends a daring look over his shoulder as he begins to wade into the water. a taunt, a question. are you going to join me? you will join me, won't you? you will swim the seas with me until the sun burns out and night reigns forever and we are all that is left and—you will join me?

you will—you do. as soon as ao'nung turns back around to dive into the water you are rushing immediately after him. it's cold, chilling, against your skin as you break through it. but that does not mean it is unwelcome.

below the tide ao'nung greets you. he is still smiling, still keen, but it is softer. bubbles trickle from his lips to the surface like glitter chasing the heavens. he glistens and gleams and he is beautiful, here. you would not dare ever utter such a thing to his face for fear of it being held above your head for the rest of your adjoined lives. but it is truth and you stand by it, tuck it away into the crevices of your heart. within a file tagged: ma ao'nung alone, for only my eyes.

because this here, right now, is only for you, is it not?

ao'nung swims a circle around you, causes the ocean to spin you at its whim and you do not protest. you give way to see him like this; playful in the most innocent, pure sense. no animosity, so spite. you wonder if he even realizes how much of himself he gives away at times like these. if he's even aware he's baring bits and pieces of his soul to you.

you do not wish to complain and you will take all that you're given with outstretched hands and an ever-open heart. ao'nung is like the ocean: ruthless and unruly but strong and blanketing of all those held within him.

you have always been fond of the ocean.

his circling stops and he tips his head back up to the surface. more air, a need to breathe, he conveys. you've been so caught up in it all you hadn't even realized your chest had started to burn. funny, how such vital things can be pushed to the side.

you follow him, breach the sea and inhale until your lungs are satisfied. as you blink the water out of your eyes, you catch ao'nung's gaze. one beat, two beats—by the third you're laughing. at what, for why, you have no clue. but you aren't entirely sure there needs to be a comprehensible reason behind it.

it is warm and it is light, and that is enough.

"how about we play a game," ao'nung proposes. "whoever gets a shell from the ocean floor and makes it back to surface first wins."

"oh, you're so on," you snort, let a playful smirk tilt the edges of your lips. "do not cry too hard when i beat you."

"as if you could beat me," he snarks back, mirroring your grin, as he lines himself up with you. "go in three."

you narrow your eyes at him, splash a smidgen of water at his face just to vaguely throw him off his game. he splashes back, you do not fight it. you seem so drained of fight tonight.

"two."

ao’nung’s feet knock against yours underwater. an accident while keeping himself afloat, you know, but you still nudge him back with your own. his grin widens, you tip your head in a taunting manner.

"one."

now, in any other circumstance, one might expect ao'nung to be the cheating type. and, to be completely forthcoming, they'd be right. ao'nung is not a textbook cheater, you would say, but he knows his way about bending rules without causing the brittle decrees to break in order to turn the table in his favor. he likes to win, and he likes doing so by any means necessary.

but, that does not ring true in the case of you. ao'nung becomes a fair man within your presence. you like to joke that it's because he's scared of you, too afraid of what you might do in retaliation to his swaying. but you know that that is not the reason behind it at all. rather, he holds enough respect for you within his heart, that he would not try to pull your plug early. and you can't help but admire that.

especially now, as he even waits half a second after you take your dive to take his.

you know it will not make much difference and—despite your own competitive hunger to win—you know ao'nung could give you a five second head start and still best you easily. he is one of (if not the) strongest swimmers in your entire clan. you never had a fighting chance of winning, but you put on an act like you're trying to anyways, just to appease him.

you retrieve the first shell your hand grazes as you reach the bottom and instantly push off the sandy floor to race back to the top. and, just like you predicted, ao’nung is already a whole body’s length closer to air than you. his smile has turned triumphant, proud. you hate that you think it suits him.

you meet him above the waves only a few moments after he rises through them himself. he’s already opening his mouth for a tease before you even have the chance to move the sopping hair out of your eyes.

“what did you say, about beating me?” he goads, waving the shell he’s picked in front of your face. “i should have put some odds on the deal. what an easy win.”

of course it was, you want to say, but, “oh, shut it,” is what leaves your mouth.

you roll your eyes as you reach over to shove at his head. and he wastes no time in grabbing your arm, tugging you closer in the chilly water so that his chest brushes yours with every other flutter of your feet to keep you from sinking. his smirk is still there, still cocky and prideful and haughty, but his eyes twinkle with something more genuine in nature.

“why do you bring me out here, ao’nung?”

perhaps it is not something you should be so easily inclined to ask. not now, not when you are having such a good time with him. not while he’s got you so close. and yet, maybe that makes it the perfect time to ask such a thing. maybe, the heart finds it harder to lie when its pair is only separated by two inches of water and slanted ribs.

ao’nung’s snide expression falters; fizzles out like a star who’s died years ago and now it’s light has finally decided to dim. but it is not regretful, not bad.

it is more so contemplating, thinking of how to define its own existence.

“it is just… nice.” he juts out his bottom lip, drops his gaze from yours then back up. it’s so real, raw. he’s beautiful. “when everyone else is around, i get annoyed. they are all so nosy. and they—agh.”

he tries to throw his head to the side in a groan but you stop him. your hand molds to his cheek, brings him back to you. it’s almost comical, the pout on his lips.

“they what?” you ask, because you’d like to know. whatever it is.

and ao’nung takes a moment to chew it over. like he’s really having to think about if he really wants to tell you or not. (you think if he settles on not, you’ll just have to twist his ear until he agrees, but you don’t voice that just yet).

finally, he puffs out a breath. “everyone is just always looking. at you. at us. what we’re doing. and that’s just so…!”

“wait, you,” your eyes widen, the corners of your lips twitch up, “you’re shy!”

“i am not—“

“oh my eywa,” you laugh, wholly and totally uncaring of the volume of such now, “this is why you like to meet at night? when no one is around? that’s so—you’re so cute, ao’nung!”

“oh, i’ll show you cute,” he grumbles.

and suddenly you’re gasping as you’re being thrown back. a split second into the air before you’re splashing into the water. you’re all sorts of twisted around, but with a few passes of erratic thrashing, you make your way back up to the surface. you’re sucking in a breath as you hear ao’nung’s busting of a gut. you’re glad he finds nearly drowning you funny.

“oh now that,” he chuckles, reaches forward to sweep the mess of hair out of your eyes so that you can get the chance to glare at him properly. “that’s cute.”

“how do you somehow always end up spinning these things onto me?” you question, allowing him to pull you close once again, despite the chattering of your teeth.

“you just make it too easy,” he levels, pinching at your waist and laughing once more at how you jerk from it. and yet, you let him place your arms around his neck, don’t object to how he settles his own hands onto your hips submerged in the sea. how uncouth of you, your father might just be ashamed. but as ao’nung’s gaze softens, you can’t find it within yourself to care about his approval right now. “you make everything too easy.”

“why, prince ao’nung, are you flirting with me?” you ask through a faux gasp. and now it’s his turn to roll his eyes at you. but it is done lovingly, with a squeeze to your hips and another inch closer.

“i’m about to do a whole lot more than flirt,” he murmurs, darting his eyes to your lips, closing the gap that suddenly seems eons too far. light reflects off the droplets clinging to his lashes like a linear constellation, and you wonder if they’ll transfer across your cheeks as you let your eyes flutter shut with the first brush of his salty lips against your own.

moonlight tends to paint the prettiest pictures when it is veiling over tides and two young lovers, you think. beauty is forged among the whispers and waves.

likes & reblogs appreciated !

#THANK U FOR THE ASK ILY I HOPE THIS IS OKAYSJDH #blurb #ao’nung x reader #aonung x reader #ao’nung drabble #ao’nung x you #aonung x you #avatar x reader #atwow x reader #ao’nung fluff #aonung fluff #atwow fluff

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zoandreez · 9 months

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upcoming fics .

avatar

hiding in plain sight part three

modern day avatar teens (avateens? im not feelin it)

how the avateens (ig 🙄) coped with neteyams passing

spiderverse

miles 1610 x earthy reader

y2k reader takes arachkids to an arcade (individual spiderpeople x reader hcs)

and a couple drabbles

PLEASE NOTE i am open to suggestions i got a question box for a reason i will write suggested fics i do not bite (it will hurt to bite anyways i got braces)

#avatar #avatar the way of water #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man: into the spider verse #drabble #neteyam #kiri #ao’nung #lo'ak #miles morales #reader #y/n #help me #this is a cry for help

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starkeysmoon · 1 year

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୧ starkeysmoon’s avatar fic recs ׅ𖥔 ۫ ⋄ ᥫ᭡

includes (some of) the men of avatar — aonung, roxto, tonowari, and tsu’tey

rotxo !

lovely by @victoirey

preview: "be calm , y/n." he instructed, gently. you were meditating once again, with tsireya, lo'ak , and neteyam. you were doing good, so far — until rotxo placed his unbelievably soft hands onto your stomach to really get you to be calm. (one shot & fluff)

dating awa'atlu's resident soft boy by @jeojake

preview: rotxo takes a lot of pride in being reef na'vi—that's why he's assigned to teach the sully's despite not being tonowari's son. his abundance of knowledge and passion for his culture is invaluableand that's how the two of you meet (headcanons & fluff)

aonung !

a necklace by @neteyamslovrr

synopsis: y/n s not a well-known member of the metkayina, yet she yearns for the olo’eyktan’s son ao’nung, so she makes him a gift to show her affection towards the boy (one shot & fluff)

no ordinary love by @loakism

preview: "i love you so much that- that i'd- okay wait. let me restart. i lo-" you're rudely interrupted- far from the first or last time- by your clearly disrespectful boyfriend. his hand swats your own away from its resting place on top of his other hand. (one shot & fluff)

i see you by @aonungobsession

synopsis: you overhear aonung and his friends picking on the sully kid, and give them a taste of their own medicine. (one shot & fluff)

tsu’tey !

"dada??" " do i look-” by @victoirey

synopsis: tsu'tey as a father figure. and how he would react to being your father figure. (one shot & fluff)

domestic life with tsu’tey by @atokirina-writings

preview: you and tsu’tey grew up together as young hunters. you would train with him, fly with him, and most importantly be his best friend. (drabble & fluff)

tsu’tey being courted by a human reader by @kiiyevame

preview: after everything was said and done, you’d found the linkpod right in omatikaya territory. the others there accepted you, they weren’t heartless, and frankly you were not much of a threat. (one shot & fluff)

tonowari !

tonowari general headcannons by @harvensukehiro

synopsis: tonowari headcannons on what it would be like dating him (headcanons & fluff)

#avatar fic recs #avatar #atwow #tsu’tey #tsu’tey x reader #avatar the way of water #tonowari #tonowari x reader #aonung #ao’nung #ao’nung x reader #aonung x reader #rotxo #rotxo x reader #avatar rotxo #neteyam #avatar (2009)#avatar 2022

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nyctophicbtch · 1 year

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Can I request something with being Jake's kid (the reader) and aonung is fascinated by her and she doesn't know how to swim, turns out she's his mate, and maybe some cuddles?

Being Ao’nung’s Sully mate

When your family first arrived, Ao’nung thought you were all ridiculous and annoying

You could barely hold your breath underwater for a minute

The fact that you weren’t making much progress was frustrating

But Ao’nung just couldn’t find it in him to make fun of you

If anything, your frustration was cute and amusing to him

He was curious about you

Which annoyed him even more

Instead of making a mean comment, he found himself smiling at you

He didn’t know what had gotten into him

Lo’ak is absolutely petty that Ao’nung picks on you less

Don’t get me wrong, he’s still mean and he laughs when you choke on water

But he never says anything bad about you

Which raises your siblings’ suspicions

Because he doesn’t just waste time on insulting you

You actually learn stuff from him

For your siblings, learning from him was a much slower process

He was soft with you and it was gross for them

His friends start to question him

“What? No? I don’t treat her differently. She’s just like all of them.”

They’d tease and make fun of him

He hates the fact that he gets flustered around you

He doesn’t even like you

But he can’t help like the feeling of your hand on top of his when he helps steady your ilu

Or when your fingers would brush his when you stood too close to him

Tsireya often set you guys up

She would guide your siblings away from you and Ao’nung when you were swimming or learning something new

So Ao’nung is forced to face you

In all honesty you found him very attractive

Although you disliked him for picking on your siblings

And you hate when he laughs at you for being a terrible diver

“Would you stop that? We don’t do this in forests.”

“At least you know how to float now.”

“I’m sorry, If i had known swimming was a skill I would need in the future I would’ve learned it.”

He starts talking to you more than usual

And you’d often find yourself alone in a conversation with him

Ao’nung’s teasing starts becoming flirtatious

Whenever he teases or laughs at you, it doesn’t feel like he’s making fun of you anymore

And then his feelings start becoming too obvious, even to himself

Everyone could see, but he’s always in denial

Except this time he knows he has feelings for you

Lots of flirting

Even though it looked like he was just annoying you, to anyone else’s eyes, he was flirting with you

He’d find excuses to touch you

Whether it’s resting an arm on your shoulder or messing up your hair to annoy you, any form of physical contact has him over the moon

Then imagine his reaction when Eywa gave signs and his mother, the Tsahik, confirms that you are his mate

He was confused, angry, flustered and happy at the same time

He had no idea how he was going to tell you

But when he finally gathered the courage to tell you, you weren’t surprised

You already knew

Not fully sure, but you’ve seen the signs

Nothing really changed between the two of you, except the fact that he’s now brave enough to make bold moves

Kisses the back of your hand after randomly snatching it as he passes by

Casually throws an arm around your shoulders

Unconsciously places his hand on the small of your back or around your waist when your standing close to him

It’s his natural instinct

When the two of you are sitting slightly far from the others, you’d lean on him

He loves it when you do that

Because it tells him how safe and comfortable you feel around him

Ao’nung finds it adorable how you’d unconsciously snuggle close to him

You don’t show gestures of affection much in public

But everyone knows just from the little actions

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