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zoandreez · 9 months

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just for you ੈ✩‧₊˚

pairing: ao'nung x metkayina!reader

summary: ao'nung had always been the snarky one, closed off and immature to anyone who crossed his path. and of course, he was never like this with you. but why?

word count: 1.7k exactly

warning: fluff

a/n: ao'nung lowk a bitch but its ok cus hes my little cutie

you and tsireya had known each other since you were little, your families being incredibly close. the two of you made amazing memories when you were little.

you would run along the beach with the tide came in, picking up shells that would wash up and assort them into necklaces and bracelets for friends and family. you would race to the water to see who could hold their breath longer, but you would always let tsireya win so you could secretly take some of her shell stash.

however, you were seemingly only this openly social with tsireya, as when anyone else came around you were completely silent. your mother and ronal were aware of this, and to attempt to ease your social anxiety, would drag ao'nung along with your adventures.

and of course, as any "too-cool-for-his-younger-sister-and-her-annoying-friends" older brother would be, he was averse to this idea completely. not like he had a choice.

so here he was, dragging his feet along as you and tsireya ran out to the shore once again.

he would complain and groan about how him and roxto could be hunting, even though he was nine (what is he hunting at nine?? nothing. he's just a little penisface.) he would sigh and roll his eyes when tsireya begged him to get in the water with the two of you, but reluctantly did anyways.

he would scoff when the two of you would whisper and giggle to each other, and chase you in the water when you and tsireya suprise ambushed him.

and of course, he would never admit it, but he was starting to enjoy his adventures with you two. and you were too. you would catch him putting together the seashells you three would gather, but he would deny it and throw them somewhere.

eventually, you began to be just as social as tsireya was. and even though tonowari wasn't too open to the idea of ao'nung, a (in his opinion) horrible impression, around the anti-social caterpillar you were, it actually proved him wrong. the two of you developed a quick crush on each other, both oblivious to it.

as the three of you (and eventually roxto) got older, your anti-social and polite qualities seemed to blend with ao'nungs loud and crude attitude he held so highly. however, you had never seen it. it was like he was calmer around you. and you hadn't even noticed. somehow, it never crossed your mind when his friends were teasing you and ao'nung quickly put them in their place, and your cheeks flushed with admiration. when he would walk you to your marui at night after late night swims and relaxing on the beach, even when you napped together in the forest behind the pods to sleep with the stars, it not once occured to you that he genuinely cared for you.

not even when you heard other metkayina talking about ao'nungs behavioral improvement since when he was a kid, going from cocky and dense, to a bit more opening and well-tempered, ever since he met you.

it had only once crossed your mind. the sully family had arrived, and the crowd shifted as you and ao'nung made your way through. roxto was already here, and immediately the two started poking fun. tsireya was just arriving as you yanked at his tail, making him stumble back a bit. "leave them alone," you said under your breath as the two sully boys looked in your direction.

something had clicked in your mind after that. instead of the common snarky comment he would say to anyone else who would check him, he fell silent, furrowing his eyebrows at the sullys. his cheeks were a slightly darker shade. it was different. his silence was louder than the ikran screeching, or the metikayan whispering, because it was new.

he wasn't fond of your direct affection to the sully's. and he wasn't exactly favoring how you treated the eldest.

neteyam.

you would look at him the same way tsireya looked at lo'ak, eyes full of wonder. and he could tell he was looking at you the same way, everytime his cheeks flushed or you giggled at something he said.

you would stay late on the beach side, teaching neteyam the sign language of the metkayina, and everytime the lesson that was "just a lesson" went too long, he would walk onto the beach and call you over.

"tsireya needs you." it was a new excuse every time.

"your mom said its time for dinner."

"neteyam, your three-fingered sister was calling for you." (you scolded him for this comment. "you shouldn't refer to his siblings as if they have three or four fingers, ao.")

if you would help him focus on his breathing or his ilu riding a bit too close for his liking, ao'nung would glare in neteyams direction, or sling an arm around you before saying something rude about their tails, or their eyes, or their arms. as much as you appreciated his touch, you would hiss and smack the hand dangling off your shoulder. "be nice, ao." he would look at you before scoffing, and staring at neteyam once more before getting off you.

one day, you were sitting underwater with kiri and tsireya, working on her breathing and signing, when she signed something that caught your eye.

"hey, how come ao'nung is only calm with you?"

tsireya quickly turned to you and signed an "i told you!"

tsireya was always able to tell when something was off with ao'nung. whenever you were near him, his hard gaze would soften slightly, his shit-eating grin turning to more of an actual smile. whenever you scolded him, he wouldn't take it as a joke, and would genuinely see it as being lectured by his mother. there was a sparkle of frustration in his eye whenever he did something wrong around you, and yet you never saw it.

so when ao'nung had came to tsireya and confessed his feelings for you, she thought nothing different but to mock him with a series of "oooos," before finally helping him.

she gave him a series of tips, which he was not able to keep up with. he would try his best though, because his one goal was to keep you happy, and he wouldn't his attitude, "invisible" jealousy, or that freak sully boy (doesn't sound like invisible jealousy to me) get in the way of that.

walking to your marui one day, you saw ao'nung sitting inside, tracing things into the floor of the pod with your dagger.

"ao?" you said, walking up to him.

"oh, hey." he said, a faint smile on his face. "got you something." he said, holding up a necklace. the shells were small, and familiar. suddenly, it clicked in your head.

"no way! are these the shells from when we were little?"

"mhm. took me forever to find, so be greatful-" he said before you pulled him into a hug.

"thanks, ao." you said, smiling into his chest. he was glad you weren't directly looking at him to see his flushed cheeks, because he would never live that down. he held you for a moment, before replying.

"no problem. nothing that skinny sully boy could do anyways," he mumbled.

"ao'nung, we need to talk about that." he looked at you, eyes widened a little. you never call him ao'nung, unless its something serious. he thought for a moment, before cursing under his breath.

("you shouldn't let neteyam get under your skin, she's just teaching him," tsireya said many times, and yet he still couldn't stand him.)

"fine."

"what is up with you and neteyam? me and tsireya have been nothing but nice to the sullys, but you just shut it down every time."

"i just don't get great energy from him."

"you don't get great energy from anyone!" you protested.

"i see how he looks at you." he said, leaning in, a bit angered.

"and everyone sees how you look at me." you blurted out, not even realizing the words that left your mouth until they already had. this stunned both you and ao'nung.

"what are you talking about?"

the thing is, you had no clue what you were talking about. you were just talking, frustrated with how ao'nung was reverting back to his previous ways as the sully family came to stay.

you were going off of what you heard from the clan, tsireya, and kiri. that counts as everybody. how they saw him look at you with hearts in his eyes. they saw the shame filling his body like a waterfall whenever you looked at him after he got into another fight with lo'ak.

"the way you look at me like you would drop everything for me, like i have you wrapped around my finger." you said.

"because you do," ao'nung said.

you said nothing as you comprehended the words that just left his mouth. you looked him in his pale blue eyes as he attempted to keep his composure from what he had just said. he was going to be olo'eyktan. why was he so embarrassed confessing his feelings to a simple girl?

"what are you saying?"

then it hit him. it was because you weren't simple. you were special. the way your fangs glimmered in the light everytime you smiled at him when he would crack a non-rude joke for once. your eyes sparkling just like the sea, squinting everytime you were frustrated with something new. the way your eyes relieved themselves when he would join in to help you, everything about you was special to him.

"i like you, what do you mean 'what are you saying?'" he mocked you, earning a playful smack on his knee.

"you just love to mock me."

"and i would just love to do this," he said, leaning in. your faces were inches from each other, as he hovered over you slightly. his fingers were grazing your chin as he looked you in your eyes, your soul, before looking down at your lips.

"can i kiss you?" he whispered.

you said nothing for a moment, before nodding as he cupped your chin and pulled you into a long anticipated kiss.

a/n: ew people kissing gross

#avatar #avatar the way of water #aonung x reader #ao’nung x reader #na'vi x reader #aonung x metkayina!reader #ao'nung x metkayina!reader #fluff

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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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Heaven in Hiding - Ao'nung x Metkayina!Reader (secret dating)

summary: ao'nung and you have been hiding your relationship for some time now but there comes a moment when you want more than that

contains: aged up characters, fluff, secret dating / secret lovers trope

wc: 1.5k

a/n: finally writing for thiiis boiii, and even though i know he can be an asshole, i'm convinced that ao'nung would be soft for his gf. had to take a brief break from the tsu'tey series to write this oneshot. also ignore if this doesn't read smoothly, i wrote it in a few hours and barely edited it, but i will fix everything tomorrow

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Ao’nung tried hard not care about the way his friends’ eyes lit up when you gently smiled at them while passing. The way he would rarely catch glimpses of you around the village, running around with fishnets and baskets, hands always occupied with work. The way you brushed the hair out of your face and kept a polite smile, working hard alongside the elders to prove your usefulness. It was only when you would lock eyes with his and give him a knowing smile, in those fleeting moments between your tasks, that his heart would flutter. It reminded him that he shouldn't let himself become consumed by worry over your busy schedule. Because no matter how hectic things got, he would always have you in his arms, all to himself, after the eclipse.

The two of you were bouncing around each other like dancing flames, flickering in the darkness where no one else could see. Each stolen moment, every brief touch, and knowing glance sent your heart into your stomach, making your love for him burn bright like the sun. It was a private affair that you both treasured and had agreed to keep a secret for a while. Ao'nung wanted to avoid the pressure from his parents, while you wanted to establish yourself in the clan first, without being associated with the future Olo'eyktan.

The intensity of your feelings for each other caught both of you by surprise, because everything started out slowly. So slow that you had a hard time believing it when Ao’nung had first approached you. He had been eyeing you from afar for years then, unsure of what exactly it was about you that had been captivating him, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. And while he wasn’t a coward, even he couldn’t explain why it had taken him so long to finally ask you for a late-night walk one day. Ao’nung never planned for the moment to be so private, but when you accepted his courting gift with a warm embrace, and he melted in your arms, he realized that he never wanted to share that glimpse of him with anyone else but you.

You stepped softly and cautiously towards the hidden, peaceful spot that Ao’nung and you had been meeting at almost every night. Your eyes scanned the area, and there he was standing tall, already waiting for you. It wasn’t long till you slipped up behind him, hugging him from the back and pressing your cheek against his skin as hard as you could. His hands were quick to find yours and caress them, a soft smile spreading across his face.

“Finally,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Ao’nung turned around to return your embrace, his eyes taking you in so adoringly, as if he was seeing you for the first time. Your mind was already clouded, when his thumb traced the contour of your lips, before leaning down to kiss you. You had shared countless kisses before but every time it felt exciting. Warm.

“I missed you,” you murmured with a sigh.

Ao’nung smiled knowingly, eyes sparkling with a twinkle of delight when he heard you say those words. It wasn’t long before he had you laid out on the warm sand then, pressing soft kisses to your skin, hands memorizing every curve of your body. You sighed with a mixture of pleasure and disappointment, when you had to interrupt him.

“I have to help father early in the morning,” you said, pulling him out of your intoxicating presence, “I need to go home earlier tonight.”

It wasn’t hard to miss the way Ao’nung’s expression shifted with a twinge of pain. Trying to hide it, he trapped you underneath him, resting his head on your chest. You chuckled in disbelief.

“Seriously?” you teased, nudging him.

“It’s too soon for you to leave,” he muttered, hugging you even tighter.

“Ao’nung,” you pressed with a firmer tone.

With a heavy sigh, he turned his face up to look at you, his chin digging uncomfortably in between your ribcage.

“Promise to stay longer tomorrow?”

"Only if you promise me something else in return," you said, smirking at him. He perked up in curiosity.

“Anything for you, yawne.”

“I want you to be nicer to your sister. She’s only rooting for you.”

Ao'nung's confusion deepened as he tried to recall when he had interacted with his sister in front of you. He was completely unaware of the fact that you had witnessed their small banter earlier in the day.

"What? How do you even know?" Ao'nung sat up, his brow furrowed in puzzlement.

"Well, because I watch you," you replied with a gentle smile.

"When?" he asked, the deep wrinkle between his eyebrows becoming more pronounced. You reached out to flatten it out with a soft touch.

"Whenever I can.”

But instead of finding your confession amusing or flattering, Ao’nung turned even more somber.

“You should be more careful with that,” he shook his head.

“But I am always careful,” you protested, “What’s wrong?”

"I know you're careful, yawne… but the elderly are very observant,” Ao'nung's expression grew more concerned as he spoke, “I've noticed them staring at me more than usual lately. Maybe we should keep away from each other for the next few days."

You pursed your lips together, realizing that your confession had inadvertently created a rift between you and Ao’nung. Even if you knew that his concerns were justified, it still left a sour taste in your mouth. But you didn't want to cause any trouble for him, so you only nodded in agreement.

“I’m sorry, you know this hurts me just as much,” he cupped your cheek gently, “We don’t want to get caught and ruin everything.”

“Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if someone knew,” you whispered, but as soon as the words left your lips, you regretted them.

“Who do you want to tell?” his eyes widened at you, and you hastily tried to backtrack.

“No one, nevermind.”

“Y/N, we had an agreement, remember?” Ao’nung reminded you gently, “As long as we don’t hide anything from each other, our love will only grow stronger."

Feeling like a child getting disciplined by their parent, you nodded reluctantly.

“Now tell me who you wanted to tell about us.”

“My mom,” you let out a long sigh, expecting his immediate rejection.

“Why her?” Ao’nung looked genuinely curious, instead of guilty for letting you down.

“Because she’s worried about me. It’s been two years since entering my adulthood, yet I have not chosen a mate. She doesn’t know that my heart is already taken, so she has been pushing me lately to begin courting… And I don't have a reason to reject her wishes."

Ao’nung felt silent for a moment and lowered his gaze to the sand, lost in thought. You watched him anxiously, already regretting bringing up the topic to him. Ao’nung felt uneasy by the thought of other men courting you and vying for your attention. And the idea of your family rooting for someone else but him was becoming almost too much to bear.

“Okay, let’s do it,” he finally said, looking up at you with a smile.

“You’d let me tell her?” you squealed in surprise, “I promise my mother will be happy for us!”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N,” he shook his head.

“What did you mean then? You don’t want me to tell her?” you frowned, wondering if you had misinterpreted his words.

“No… what I mean is, I'm ready to tell everyone how much I love you,” Ao’nung leaned forward, resting his palms on your waist, “I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want the whole world to know.”

You stared at him in amazement, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden racing in your chest.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into your voice.

“Absolutely,” he confirmed with a genuine smile, “As long as you wish for it too.”

“I do,” you laughed, feeling lighter than you had in the past weeks.

“I love you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you.

The moment felt like an eternity as your lips molded together in a soft and gentle kiss. Eventually, you pulled away, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Well, first things first,” he said, grinning mischievously, “I’m going to ask your parents to set you up with the Olo'eyktan’s son."

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aonungsmate · 1 year

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Hello I was wondering if I could request an Ao’nung x Reader, maybe reader could be Tsu’tey’s daughter from a woman he had mated with after learning of Neytiri’s and Jake’s mating, he had a woman that he had loved but he couldn’t have because he was betrothed to Neytiri. And that love bore fruit to our reader who is very close to the Sully family especially with Kiri whom she always defends when being teased by other children. She joins Norm and Max to the metkayina clan. And she’s just this badass with an ikran that was theorized by others to be the spawn of The great leonopteryx that Jake had tamed once. And Ao’nung is flabbergasted by this pretty na’vi riding such a dangerous animal? When the battle happens, she goes ham on the RDA and SAVES NETEYAM BC GDI LEAVE MY BOY ALONE and when they return theres a whole celebration and reader finally relaxes and shes been surrounded by curious na’vis alike bc phew baddie ‼️💅🏻 and ao’nung is such a simp tryna talk to her and rizz her up and it’s just ao’nung pining over her ackk

Destined for Might and Him

Ao’nung x Tsu’tey’s daughter!reader [Word Count: 3.1k]

🤷‍♀️uploading this after 123456789 years of draft!! Enjoy reading another rubbish fic😚💕

Warnings: mentions of death, spoilers

Jake has made countless mistakes since he joined the Omatikaya for his mission. Tsu’tey had never approved of him, until he actually saw him. He was betrothed to Sylwanin first, then came the humans, taking her away from his arms, Neytiri being the next suitable partner for him. As if there was a curse following him, a demon swooped Neytiri from him, though they were not that subtle. He has never seen Neytiri the way he looked at her older sister though.

Third time’s the charm, right?

In Tsu’tey’s case, it is. Being the next olo’eyktan meant he would be interacting with the entire clan, making sure that they felt safe even before his rule, heavily dedicating himself to making the hometree the most secure and comfortable place for their people. That’s where he met your mother, the forbidden fruit he’s always afraid to touch, only to see. He did not think it was right to look at another woman when he was promised to another man’s daughter. He was afraid that she would be too dainty for him to pursue.

Only to see, he said.

The third time he planned to mate with a woman was in the middle of the conflict. Right after he learned about Jake and Neytiri’s mating, he stormed off, not without giving Jake a good beating of course. It is when he actually had the chance to follow his heart, free of expectations. He soon learned that she too, was in love with him since he passed his iknimaya, hiding it from the rest of the clan as soon as she realized that she could not have him. Not without betraying the daughter of the olo’eyktan. So she comforted him, became friends with him instead. With his pride broken, he took everything that he thought would put his pieces back to being worthy of a warrior. Eywa, did it feel good to follow his heart and tell your mother how he really felt. So that’s why Sylwanin used to talk of mating as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Somehow as he reminisced, he has really begun to see himself growing older with your mother. So, he set himself a new goal. To protect his love, and his people. Neytiri did not matter to him that much anymore, having moved on from the ghost of the past, accepting Jake Sully as his brother once again, deciding to fight against the sky demons with dreamwalkers whom Eywa have shown promise in.

What he did not expect was you. So imagine his surprise when he came home, your mother guiding his hands on her torso, telling him, Think you can handle one more, ma tsu’tey?

And so, the war came. Battles were won, people were lost. Including the mightiest warrior your mother has ever known. Your father, too young to be taken by Eywa, but alas. It was time for him to embrace the great mother’s comforting presence. He thought it was a shame it would take him years before he actually gets the chance to clutch you in his arms. He’s long entrusted you to his brother though. He made sure Jake promises him to look after you and your mother after all.

A beautiful young na’vi, born into war, just a few months before Jake Sully’s first son was born. You were then named, (y/n) te Rongloa Yenateu’ite. You were a carbon copy of your father, your mother actually exclaimed Tsu’tey’s name when she saw you having the eyes and seemingly permanent daring look your father had. You never really knew your father. Your mother would speak highly of him every night, stories and songs written by her, dedicated with her love for her long lost love. You would see her casting a longing gaze at the walls of your tent whenever she braids your hair, telling you of her and her past love’s nightly escapades when the people would head to their tents to sleep. Amazement and sheer pride written on your face when hearing of your father.

That’s when your mother would sigh audibly, completely defeated that you would always be a daddy’s daughter even without meeting him.

It has been a few weeks since your adoptive family moved to Awa’atlu to seek uturu. Your mother has long passed away, developing a sickness a few years ago. Life in the waters for them was not easy, having new responsibilities and things to work on, especially the breathing.

You were the seventh Toruk Makto, for Eywa’s sake.

Your iknimaya was going perfectly, along with Neteyam. Neteyam proved himself to be a mighty warrior, having wrestled with one of the toughest-looking ikran in the rookery. Kiri showed that she had the strongest connection to Eywa when she ‘befriended’ an ikran at a very young age, earning the title of tsakarem. You, on the other hand, basically confirmed the undeniability that you were Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan’s daughter, after an unusual occurrence in the ikran rookery. The “most dangerous iknimaya”, as Mo’at would say. As soon as Txop’alei sealed his bond with his ikran, as you stepped through the narrow path, a large ikran– No, a Toruk towered over the ikran rookery, making all of you yell in surprise followed by hisses from Neytiri behind you, and screeches from ikran fleeing away.

Your heart skipped a beat when you crossed gazes with the Toruk, stepping forward cautiously as its vibrant orange reflected on your yellow eyes, examining its slightly emerald green tinges on its wings. Soon enough, you were greeted with a threatening roar, making you gulp as soon as you realized that you were being chosen. Wrestling with an ikran is one thing, but with the great leonopteryx? It’s like a death sentence. Maybe it’s your mom or dad calling for you through Eywa, but would the warrior side of you really give up this thrilling opportunity?

Xi’di. That’s what you named your Toruk. Neytiri says it looked familiar. She thinks it’s a child of her mate’s Toruk. Mo’at says it’s your fathers gift to you from the other side when she pointed out how similar the green tinges match your father’s ikran colors.

You were more than happy to get to know your friend, Xi’di, through sneaking out and having late night flights. It wasn’t long before you were exposed to war, with Jake asking you to spot demon machines when the stars multiplied in the skies, together with his sons Neteyam and Lo’ak, brothers you would consider them as.

“Stop the useless yammering and out with it,” you spoke, jutting your chin upwards to emphasize that you were a greater warrior than he is.

“I saw your ikran,” Aonung inhaled deeply, petting the ilu swimming around the two of you, “it is bigger than the others” he pointed out, his incorrectness making you roll your eyes. You thought it was pathetic that he would attempt to hold a conversation with you after participating with yet again another standoff with your brothers. Your ears flickered slightly at the sound of celebrations around you, children laughing as they danced around.

You huffed at his curious glance, “It is a Toruk,” you smiled wickedly at his reaction, “Surprised that a girl smaller than you is a better warrior?” He scoffed at you, a mocking smile written on his face as he changed the subject back to something related to breathing.

The Metkayina chief’s son was not as who you expected him to be. He was arrogant, condescending, the complete opposite of what Neteyam was like, as the former olo’eyktan’s son.

“You wish,” he smirked, remembering how you checked him out earlier in the day as he raised the nets, his toned arms making your heart gallop. “Metkayina men are known for having mighty arms,” he boasted, too absorbed with himself that he somehow missed how you bashfully avoided eye contact for a second, a blush overtaking your cheeks as he continued on and on about what he has achieved, and his goals to be realized before and after he becomes olo’eyktan.

Regardless of the boastful and proud demeanor, Ao’nung lives up to his status though, having the toughest feats than the men his age, hunting the most, sparring the best, donning the most pleasing face in the clan and all, not that you would admit that to his face.

You remembered the faint voice of your father echoing from the tree of souls, telling that he might not be able to handle it if a pompous na’vi were to win your heart, you were Tsu’tey’s daughter for Eywa’s sake. Nobody would be worthy of you if he was actually there to guard you from presumptuous young men. So, you heed your father’s vivid wishes, promising yourself that you would be in your most sound and logical self when it comes to matters like this. Jake would always nod at you with pride when he hovers to size up your suitors, as soon as he witnesses you reject potential mates.

No wonder he and your biological father grew on each other.

You were not keen on migrating to another clan, only knowing the forest since you were born. You were angry. Furious, that the sky demons were responsible for your family's pain. You would never hold that against your adoptive father though. You loved him more than anything in the world, together with your half na'vi brothers and sisters, but you could not give up the forest. And so, you held your ground and decided to stay with the Omatikaya people.

Since the Sully's arrived in Awa'atlu, your siblings have received nothing but a flurry of insults and looks of disgust from most of the village people. Especially from the chief's son.

As the eldest sister, you felt responsible for making your brothers and sisters feel safe. Back in the forest, you would glare at every stupid boy who would dare sneak up on your sister and call her a freak, you would cast the most frightening look on your face when people would point at your youngest brother. But the most important of all, you would smile the sweetest directed at your younger siblings.

So when you heard of Kiri's situation from Norm, you immediately called upon Xi'di and braved the waters to come to where your family was. Horns and spears were let out when the Metkayina guards caught sight of a large beast coming upon their island, terrified yells from people left and right were heard, except for Lo'ak who let out a laugh of disbelief when he laid his eyes on the majestic Toruk. The colors were oh-so familiar, clad in a saddle that screamed Omatikaya, a dangling string of beads around its neck, the diversity of materials that came from none other than him.

A loud roar resonated within Awa'atlu, startling Neytiri who was busy tending to Kiri. She frowned at the thought of you, thinking that she was imagining things.

"Did you hear that Ma'itan?" Her question was answered soon enough when she noticed him running towards the crowd outside and exclaimed, "Sister, you have come!"

And there it was.

Ao'nung almost snapped his neck at how fast it turned when he caught you in his peripherals. His eyes almost bulged out of its sockets at how fast it widened when you turned your eyepiece upwards as you broke the bond with Xi'di.

"My mighty warrior! It has been too long baby brother," you slung your arms around Neteyam's frame, telling him how much he's grown in just a few months. Gladness and worry was written on your face when he brought up Kiri's situation, "You mean she had a seizure underwater ?!"

Ao'nung noticed how your waterline easily filled up with tears waiting to be shed when you approached the marui where Kiri was currently being taken care of.

What made his feelings definite was the brief eye contact with him that you shared though.

"Thank you, great mother! Thank you!"

You wailed with your family, hugging each other where Neteyam was lying down, grateful that your family has been once again blessed by Eywa. The sky people had wrought destruction in just a matter of a few weeks since your arrival in Awa'atlu after you decided to stay until you have reassured Kiri's well-being.

You were feeling beyond terrified at what had just occurred. You saw your brothers and sisters getting chased by the demon machineries, three of them tied on the huge ship that drove on the waters, spurring the darkness inside you as you fought and fought and fought until you have ensured that they were all safe.

Your brother, Neteyam.

The brother that you have known the longest, shot near where his heart lies, sealing RDA's fate when you saw your brother wheezing on a rock, who wanted nothing but to come home. You were soon enough blinded by rage, together with Neytiri who channeled her anger to retrieve her daughters who were left on the ship.

Everything was a blur that night. Guns and armies thrown left and right, ships exploding, taking hundreds of lives, both na’vi and human. You didn’t think you could have handled it well without the guidance of your father. You felt rage and hurt. Seeing your brother writhe in pain, shivering in the numbing coldness of the water raging against the rocks, you felt like you have just had your heart thrown away.

Your childhood friend Spider, getting sliced across his chest. Your mother, completely having her judgment clouded over her dying son, her daughters, desperate to be freed from the arms of a demon who somehow took pleasure in making your father's life null.

Then it was all submerged in the harsh waters.

You cried out for your companion and rode your Toruk, circling around the sinking demon ship, tears continuously flowing in frustration.

Where was everyone?

You swore you almost lost your mind, but then you remembered.

They were Omatikaya. They will survive.

So, you swallowed the impending grief. You forced yourself to think clearly through the bond, Xi’di responding with the loudest roar it could muster, and swooped down towards the direction of the rocks where you Neteyam laid.

At the sight of Neteyam, you cried.

It was that day when Ao'nung first saw you cry in Neteyam's arms, who was also sniffling at the thought of almost dying and missing out on his siblings' lives. He ruffled Tsireya's hair as she cried in relief, thankful that his sister was also safe.

The people cried. The people mourned. The people had their reunion with their families.

Sully’s stick together. And stick together, you did.

All of you were safe.

“You okay, kid?” Jake mumbled against the top of your head, embracing you and Neteyam as soon as he climbed up the shores, to which you responded by sobbing and hugging him tight. Neytiri had Neteyam against her chest, kissing his forehead, thanking the great mother all over again.

You turned your heads at the sound of water splashing once more, revealing Spider.

“Monkey boy!” Kiri exclaimed, smiling at the sight of her friend, pressing a hand against his chest. You untangled yourself from your father, fussing over Tuk and Neteyam as you see Lo’ak and Spider get squished against your father’s chest.

As you pressed your lips against Tuk’s forehead, you somehow met Ao’nung’s gaze, casting a soft smile at him as you observed him rubbing Tsireya’s shoulder in affection as she cried in his arms, completely being washed over with relief and mostly just overstimulated from the war you had just gone through.

And soon enough, it was time for a celebration of their victory against the sky people.

Fires were started, wood were piled up on one another, the children holding hands together as they sing praises to the great mother, celebrating the victory of their people, ever grateful for the safety of who remained, and prayed for the guidance of Eywa to help those who were lost, to come home to her warm embrace.

Ao’nung fixed the headdress he was donning, a symbol of his status, as he sat beside his sister, scanning his gaze amongst the sea of his people.

And then there was you.

Your eyes were piercing as you held your gaze, the brutal reality of his feelings slowly sinking in as you tucked one of your freshly braided hair, his eyes slowly trailing over the accessories you saved for occasions like this.

Did you have different sets of necklaces for ceremonies?

Were they of rare materials? Because he has never seen a woman this beautiful, he wondered.

He was so struck with your fierceness he did not notice that he was the only one left on the mats laid out on the high platform that was planted on the sand for celebrations. He placed a hand against his left knee, slowly rising from his spot to walk towards you, perhaps ask for a dance?

You were speaking to him as soon as he stopped walking, him blurting out a question he’s been meaning to ask, only to be responded with a huge hit to his ego.

“Surprised that a girl smaller than you is a better warrior?”

He never let people step on his pride.

Not even his sister whom he closetedly doted on, completely overtaken by the idea that ‘he’s a man, so he should not be seen as vulnerable’. He soon learned that that shouldn’t be the case though.

With you to pursue? He’s going to relearn everything, it seems.

You were different.

But perhaps those differences would be the factors to taking him a step closer to you.

To a future where you and him embracing under the starry skies as constellations meld together as one during the darkest of the nights, would be a normal occurrence between the two of you.

That, you did.

Months of building himself up in your eyes, and you finally learned to see him as he hoped you would.

“Good, because I see you too,” you remember him saying those exact words after you practically swept him off his feet, his pretentious demeanor once again taking over to spare him of your teasing, not that it went by unnoticed.

You knew him too well.

So when he promised to take care of you, you knew he would.

Just like when he promised to not spoil his first son to the point that he’d grow up like him, you knew he’d end up eating his words.

You knew him, after all.

You see him, in both light and darkness, you see Ao’nung.

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~ AO'NUNG X FEM! SULLY! READER ~

Terrible liar

summary: Ao'nung loves to mess with your siblings, as they always get mad. Your reaction to his behavior though not only confuses but also frustrates him. Why are you always nice to him?

includes: swearing, cuddles, bullying, injuries, soft and harsh psychical touch, denial, anger, falling in love

SFW

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You lived in Awa'atlu with the people of the Metkayina clan for a while now.

Some of them were curious about you and your siblings. Others ran off as soon as you were near. Some of them even seemed to be disgusted by your presence.

Ronal did not want to have you here. She was certain that you would bring war and death above her folk.

Tonowari on the other hand had a kind heart and allowed you to stay here. If he would've been in Jake's position, he would've pleaded for Uturu as well, at least for his children.

The chief's daughter Tsireya proved to be a bubbly and lovely girl who had helped you voluntarily from the moment she saw you. She always helped wherever she could.

And then there was his son Ao'nung. He used every chance he got to bully you and your siblings. He found it absolutely amusing to see you fail, it entertained him to get especially Lo'ak all angry.

Seeing your brothers and sisters all pissed and annoyed was fuel to his fire. To him, is was only a game. A game he always won. Or so it seemed at first.

"Ooh, what have he here? A forest freak~" His friends laughed at his dramatic pronunciation. You sat on the dock all alone, carving an ilu out of a peace of wood you had found underwater.

You looked up to Ao'nung and his two friends with a genuine smile. "Hey guys, what are you doing?"

Your friendly voice already disgusted him, but he loved to mess with your family.

"Better question, what are you doing there?"

Reaching your carving out to him with a proud face, you watched his grin turn into a disgusted yet still amused expression.

"Can you see what it is? I'm as good as done! If you want to, you can keep it." Your smile did not seem to lessen, even when Ao'nung snatched the wooden figure out of your hand. He heard you wincing, but he did not really care.

For a tiny moment, his mask fell. The carving was very impressing, it really looked just like a mini ilu.

"Can't tell. You forest freaks don't have any other talents apart from swinging through trees."

His friends took a look at it as well, bragging about how 'awful' it looked.

"You could've just asked me to hand it to you, Ao'nung. It's supposed to be an ilu."

As you checked your hand, he also noticed the bloody cut across the palm of your hand. Now seeing that he had actually hurt you, he almost felt bad for it.

"Aw, did little (Y/N) get hurt? You're gonna run to you big brother now?" one of his friends teased before throwing the carved ilu into the reef.

"Whoops~" he flashed a wide grin, but you still smiled as friendly as before.

Instead of being angry, you thanked him, calling it a good idea.

The three boys watched in confusion as you sheathed your knife and jumped after the wooden ilu, retrieving it from the depths.

Once you came back to the water surface you held the carving out to them again. "I can practice diving like this! What a wonderful idea, thank you!"

Ao'nung looked into your eyes, trying to hide his grin and instead faked a mournful face.

"I should apologize for my behavior. I'm sorry for treating you like this. Boys", he turned to his friends, "apologize to her too."

They only looked at him in confusion. Ao'nung, saying sorry? There was no way.

"Seriously, guys. It's wrong to treat her like this."

For a moment you hoped there was an ounce of truth to his words, but before the thought could even blossom, his devilish smile returned to his visage.

"It seems that poor (Y/N) hurt her head, she probably fell face first off a tree. That's why she's so dumb."

His friends laughed together with him, so loud it also caught Tsireyas attention.

"That would explain everything!" They wheezed, slapping their knees while Ao'nung wiped his tears from all the laughter.

"What's going on?" Tsireya asked, as she rode closer on her ilu.

You showed her the carving you had worked on all day, and she immediately fell completely in love with it.

"That's so pretty! It looks just like mine. Here, look-"

She held the wooden ilu against hers, comparing them.

"And it's so small, it fits right into the palm of your hand!"

With that, she reached out to your wrist to place the ilu back into your hand, as she saw the fresh cut.

"Ow, you need to be careful while carving, (Y/N)."

When Ao'nung saw Tsireya inspecting your hand, he almost felt bad since the cut was his fault.

None of your siblings behaved like this. He loved how aggressive they got, his ego fed on that.

But you were so pure, so kind. It confused him. More accurately; it didn't even feel satisfying to mess with you. But why didn't it bother you?

You almost reminded him of his sister, even more as he saw you two next to each other.

"Let's just go, guys." He murmured with a shaking head and left.

~~~~~

The next morning you trained ilu riding with your siblings again.

Kiri and Tuk had already taken off as they had mastered these animals pretty easily.

Tsireya tried to teach it to Lo'ak, Neteyam watched closely.

Much to his displeasure, Ao'nung was designated to teach you.

"You're still doing it wrong, ugh! Get it together!" he hissed quietly, so that your brothers wouldn't hear him.

You shrugged lightly while he held his temples in annoyance.

"I'm sorry Ao'nung. But if you could teach me more precisely, maybe we can get through it quicker."

The young man sighed and grabbed one of your knees unpleasantly, pressing it against the ilu.

"Close your damn knees, skxawng. Now try again."

You gave a thanking smile. It worked better already, you noticed, as you took off for a quick round with the ilu before returning to Ao'nung.

"Finally. Took you long enough."

He turned to leave, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Wait!"

"What else do you want? Unlike you I have something actual to do."

You guided your ilu closer to him to pinch his cheek.

"I wanted to thank you. For taking your time-"

"Like I have a choice." He slapped your hand away. "I'd rather be hunting."

You huffed at his comment and nodded. "You're always so stressed and angry, how about you come over and we teach you some human ways to calm down through training. A smile yould suit you so much better."

Instead of a proper answer, all he gave you was that confused and disgusted look again.

"You're wasting my time."

With that, he swam off to the shore again and you decided to join your brothers and Tsireya again.

"(Y/N)! You got it!" the young woman happily cheered while your brothers high-fived you.

As you looked back to Ao'nung, you caught him looking back to you as well. Once he noticed he turned away quickly, and it almost looked as if his cheeks seemed darker than before. Was he blushing?

~~~~~

A few days passed. You sat at the docks again, simply enjoying the warmth of the sun, until you noticed a shadow over your face. You felt someone kicking your leg, which made you open your eyes soon after.

"You think you can live here, sitting around doing nothing?" Of course it was none other than Ao'nung again.

"I've been busy until half an hour ago. How was your day?"

Ah, there was it again, that friendly smile you carried on your face, no matter what he said to you.

As you watched him closer, you noticed his bruised face.

"Great mother, what happened to you? Are you okay?" you asked while getting up to take another close look at his bruises.

Backing up a bit, he turned his head slightly.

"You can tell me how it happened, i won't tell anyone. Why don't you come to my marui, I can treat your wounds there?" He visibly froze as you invited him over. Something inside of him screamed to agree and follow you, yet he knew if your brothers would be there, he wouldn't get out alive.

"I'm a man, I can handle myself. I don't need you."

Why did he felt like he just lied to himself? Something about the sentence felt wrong.

Not listening to him at all, you grabbed his hand and dragged him over to where you stayed. Even though he refused to go with you verbally, he almost automatically followed. It felt like he was losing control over his own body.

A relieved sigh escaped from his lips as he saw that there was nobody else in here but you.

"Sit down, I'll treat your wounds. Just hold still for me, will you?"

Ao'nung internally cursed himself for following the order so easily. What kind of magic was this?

He hated you to hell and back, wanted to have nothing to do with you at all.

All he did was mess around with you, and yet you sat here now, treating his swollen face.

"Did someone hit you? You know", you gathered all of the utensils you needed before kneeling down next to him to take care of him, "I thought my brother was a troublemaker, but you're an entirely different story."

The young man did not say a word. All he did was stare at the ground, wondering why his heartbeat was betraying him.

He jumped at the cold feeling of the paste on his skin.

Giggling quietly, you covered your mouth with one hand.

"It's not gonna burn. Trust me, it will help you."

You spread the paste over his cheek with gentle touches. Some of it you also smeared across his bruised chest. He prayed you wouldn't notice his pounding heart which he couldn't even explain to himself.

"This will help you. See, that's better."

The treatment pleasantly cooled him off right away.

Ao'nungs eyes followed yours in mental absence. "Why are you always so mean to my family? We don't want to harm you, we just want to survive."

Your blatant words hit him like another punch and pulled him back to reality.

How the hell should he anwer this? He just didn't like your family. You were strange, different and new. He hated it for some reason.

On top of that, messing with your siblings just entertained him. But messing with you was... frustrating. And yet so strangely addictive.

You shifted into a more comfortable position and mustered him carefully. These doe eyes of yours almost made him feel guilty again.

"You seem so frustrated. Usually, people mess with others if they are hurt. They mostly are unhappy with something about themself. So in case you need to talk, know I'm here, listening."

Before he could get any word out, your parents returned to the marui. Neytiri and Jake stepped in, looking at the two of you sitting on the ground. The entire energy around shifted in an instant. Jake decided to speak up. In english.

"Looks like your mind games are working, huh?"

"I think so. You should see how mad he gets when I don't react."

Ao'nungs body nervously tensed up from not being able to understand your words.

Were you talking about him?

Jake was very happy and proud that at least one of his children didn't argue with this young man. Instead, your mind games actually seemed to have an influence on his behavior.

You got up, held a hand out to Ao'nung then. He ignored your help and got off the ground by himself.

By now, your treatment had already eased some of the pain of his bruises.

"What did your father say?" he asked rather quietly as you walked him out of the tent a bit later. You bit back a smile seeing him so suddenly humbled.

"Oh, not much."

This didn't really help him at all.

"What kind of language is that?"

He slowly walked besides you, his posture not as arrogant as usual.

"English. I can teach you if you want?"

"Demon language?", he huffed, "What am I supposed to do with that?"

His eyes landed on you. After watching you closely for a while, he gave in.

"Let's hear it."

A wide smile spread across your face, and you gave it your best shot to teach him some basics. If only he knew what they actually meant...

Soon you arrived at the marui he shared with his family. They all looked rather surprised seeing the two of you actually talk to each other.

Tonowari walked over to you and greeted you with a simple nod.

Ronal also came closer, inspecting her son's bruises. Her eyes widened in surprise as Ao'nung told her that you had treated him, and she found nothing to complain about.

"We're eating soon. Why don't you join us?" Tsireya offered kindly. Seeing the two of you next to each other without him pestering you was a nice change of scenery for her.

Ao'nung looked at his sister in confusion, and something inside of him was pretty relieved yet also sort of hurt as you thankfully rejected her kind offer.

"I'm sure my family is waiting for me. I'll better be going. Good night."

As you gently patted his back, his muscles immediately tensed up again. It burned anf tingled, wherever you hands layed on his skin.

After saying goodbye to his family, you turned and left, leaving the young man rather speechless. Something about you worked like magic on him, and he absolutely hated everything about this.

He felt weak around you. There was nothing he could do to get you out of your positivity.

As he sat down to eat with his family, Tonowari mustered his son silently. Since you had treated him, he was so unusually quiet and seemed like he wasn't present with his mind.

"My son, it is good to see you getting along with (Y/N). She seems to be a nice young woman."

He did not answer, but only stuffed his mouth with his food so he wasn't expected to talk. Tsireya listened to her father attentively.

"Maybe you should invite her to eat with us?"

While Ao'nung stopped chewing immediately, he looked up to his father unamused, unlike Tsireya, who giggled at her fathers words.

"What a great idea! She's such a sweet soul, and apparently a great healer too! You've been circling her a lot lately, Ao-"

"Over my dead body. I can't stand her."

His father took a deep breath.

"If Tsireyas words are true, and I've seen it myself, it is rather hard to believe."

"I said I cannot stand her! What would I like about her? Her baby tail, her weird yellow eyes? Or her skinny arms?"

His words immediately reprased in his head. That delicate, graceful tail of yours that he caught twitching whenever he picked on you.

These shiny, golden eyes, which seemed so full of love.

Your elegant, almost fragile looking wrists which he could just wrap his hands around so perfectly.

"She's beautiful, Ao'nung, stop saying mean things about her!" Tsireya defended you in your absence, before their father spoke again.

"She seems like a good person. Bring her over to eat with us tomorrow evening. She can be our guest."

The young man balled his fists, both at his fathers words and his thoughts.

You were an ugly freak. Nothing more than that. A four fingered freak.

"Father I-"

"It is the least thing you can do since she treated your wounds." Tonowari said rather loudly, to which Tsireya agreed nodding.

His guts were tossing and turning. He wanted to hate you, but how could he? You had done him no harm.

"Agh!" he hissed in annoyance before he got up again to take a walk on his own, to sort out his thoughts.

'She is a freak. A forest freak.' Internally repeating this over and over again, a recent memory started to crawl up in his mind.

As you had treated him, your touch on his chest had burned. It felt like his skin was on fire. Yet not in a bad way, rather like a warm, tingly embrace.

You treated him like a friend, still all he did was pick on you.

You never took any defense. You never got mad.

It made him feel awfully bored at first, but that boredom turned into frustration, confusion and in the end; guilt.

Usually his ego fed on your hot headed siblings getting annoyed and even aggressive through his behavior. It was fun. But the more he bothered you, the worse he felt about it.

He wanted, no, he needed to get rid of these disgusting thoughts about you.

~~~~~

Tsireya hopped over to you and your siblings with a wide smile. All of you greeted her with the same energy, especially Lo'ak who was head over heels falling for her.

"Good morning, guys. Should we start with breathing lessons?" She asked, still smiling happily.

"Sure!" Lo'ak answered right away. You and Neteyam exchanged amused looks at his reaction.

"Wonderful. I see, you guys are getting better and better at swimming as well. Unfortunately I'll be teaching you alone today."

The girl smiled at you especially, as if this had to do with you. Did you miss anything?

"How come? Your brother's throwing tantrums again?" Neteyam joked, making everyone huff.

"Not at all. He's hunting right now, we're having a guest tonight. At least, that is the plan."

"A-a guest?" Lo'aks eyebrows furrowed at her words. Was she probably seeing someone he didn't know about? But she just shook it off quickly, seeing how his heart was about to crumble.

"Let's get to training, shall we?"

~~~~~

After training you decided to sunbath and relax in the sunlight on the docks again. Getting better at swimming and holding your breath did not make it less exhausting in the end. While dozing off, your thoughts gathered around one thing only; Ao'nung.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought of him. He was a pain in the ass sometimes, but after all, something about him made you all warm around your heart. By now, him trying to annoy you was almost something you adored. He tried so hard to make you mad, there was something cute about it.

You were almost sure that he actively seeked you even if it was just for his own entertainment.

The intense smile on your face almost hurt your jaw and cheeks, which lead you to the decision to cool yourself off. Immediate regret hit you after sinking your hot body into the cool water beneath the docks.

Your head started spinning soon,

swimming was only hardly possible.

"(Y/N)!" you heard a voice call out.

Yet you did not react, thinking this was only fabricated by your brain.

With heavily lidded eyes you tried to hold yourself over the water surface until you felt a hand wrapping around your waist.

Someone supported your body and held you up so you could calm down from the shock. Your upper body fell forwards in dizziness, against the chest of the person that held you up.

"Brother...?" you mumbled, trying to figure out who was supporting you.

"Yeah, take another guess."

It was Ao'nungs voice which was pretty close to you. While resting against him, you dropped the weight of your head onto his shoulder.

"And here I thought you didn't like me?"

Your voice was still quiet, even if the spinning lessened slowly.

"Don't get any ideas, skxawng. You helped me yesterday, so we're quit."

While he talked to you, you got even more comfortable against him. Never before had he been so close to you, but you were thankful. Him being caring for once was also something you could get used to.

Even as the spinning in your head disappeared slowly, you decided to stay like this.

"Did I get promoted from 'freak' to 'skxawng'?"

Ao'nung still held you close. One arm hugged your waist completely while the other one supported your back. He had gently pressed one of his knees between yours for more support, so you got to sit on his thigh.

"You're both."

You couldn't help but silently giggle at his comment, but so did he.

Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders while he still held you in his arms safely. You could swear that his hands traced along your back the slightest bit.

"How do you stay over water so calmly without your arms?"

"Cause I don't have such a thin baby tail like you."

You wrapped your tail around his waist, hearing his breath hitch as you tickled him like this. His facial expression hardened.

"It has other benefits." you grinned against his shoulder.

Again. He made fun of you and you laughed about it.

Ao'nung bit his lip in anger.

"You're weird."

"The way you don't give up mocking me is adorable and fascinating. Maybe this is just your love language?"

Chaos raged inside of his racing heart.

How the hell did you turn his insults into something so lovely? That's not how it was supposed to be.

He pushed you off of him and dipped your face under the water surface.

"Is this how you show your affection?" you asked with an amused smile once you came back up.

Ao'nung simply groaned and swam back to the dock, getting himself out of the water. You followed him and held him by his shoulder.

"Thank you for helping me."

His blue eyes stared at you in confusion. He was confused through not just your words, but also his feelings.

"Should've let you drown." he cursed before pulling away from your grip.

"Where are you going?" you asked as he stomped off, following him for a few meters.

"Prepare food for tonight. Why else do you think I went hunting earlier?"

"Right, your sister mentioned that you are having guests tonight. Who's coming?"

Ao'nung sighed, he didn't even look at you but just left.

"You." he said while walking away.

~~~~~~

You had spent the rest of the day with you siblings before going over to the chief's family marui.

"Dude I'd trade my ikran to be where you get to be tonight!" Lo'ak hissed at you.

"She isn't even trying to, bro", Neteyam laughed, "I guess she is the chosen one."

His exaggeration made Lo'ak turn his eyes. He would've done anything to get invited for dinner with Tsireya.

Kiri sat next to you and fumbled with her braided hair. "I don't think it was her choice, and I'm certain it wasn't Ao'nungs choice either."

You looked at her nodding, then back to Lo'ak who was still more than jealous.

"Is (Y/N) going on a date?" Tuk asked, she didn't fully understand what was happening.

"Yes." Neteyam grinned.

"No." You corrected right away.

Tuk didn't understand. But in all honesty, neither did you.

Neteyam pulled his youngest sister into his lap and covered her ears before speaking again.

"He has to choose a mate soon, I'm sure Tonowari had this in mind when inviting you."

"As do you, dear brother. I'll better go, don't wanna be too late."

With that, you got up and left. It only took a few minutes until you arrived at the home of olo'ekytans family. Tsireya was the first to greet you, she got up as soon as her eyes landed on you.

"It's so good to see you!" she cheered happily while leading you inside.

You greeted their family with a humble gesture before sitting down at the place between Tsireya and her brother.

Ao'nung barely looked at you. Ronal and Tonowari on the other hand mustered you from head to toe.

"Our son's bruises healed in no time. May I ask what exactly you used?" Ronal asked with high interest.

"I've used yalna bark. I know you don't have that here, but I brought some from home."

Ronal nodded in approval.

She seemed to like you, so the first ice was broken.

Tsireya meanwhile got some of the grilled fish on a flat leaf that served as a plate and handed it to you.

"So, do you enjoy our customs and our way of living?" the chief asked, thrilled to get to know you better. He had no doubts about his son following his footsteps, but he needed a wife, and a worthy one at that. Some times already he had seen the two of you interact, Tonowari was sure that you would be able to handle Ao'nung well. On top of that, you were the daughter of another olo'ekytan and tsahik.

A few hours passed in no time. You sat with the chiefs family, ate, talked and laughed until it was late at night. It was getting so late that your father even came to check on you to make sure you were still with them.

Tsireya turned to yamn silently, it had been an exciting and exhausting day.

Most of the time you had talked to Tsireya and Tonowari, even Ronal had gotten comfortable to talk to you a bit more. Yet Ao'nung didn't say anything unless he was personally spoken to. He only watched his family and you interact.

Over the time, he caught himself staring a few times, and so did his sister. She found it rather amusing to see him like this while Ao'nung hated the fact that his heart wanted to jump out of his chest whenever his eyes landed on you.

He wanted to find negative aspects about you, but during his mission to find anything, he only ended up appreciating the smallest details about you more and more.

"I'm glad you joined us tonight. Know that you will always find a place here in the future. Feel free to visit us anytime."

Ao'nung clenched his jaw at his father's comment and took a deep breath. He hated how his father was trying to get the two of you together.

"I think I will go to sleep." Tsireya announced in a tired voice before she got up and went to her mat.

"As should we all." Ronal said, visibly tired as well. The chief hated to throw you out, he would've liked to see you and Ao'nung interact more.

You got up and wished a good night to the entire family, thanking them for the invitation and the meal before leaving the marui.

As you did, you watched watched the stars burn bright above the horizon.

What a pretty sight, you thought, until your ears twitched at the sound of silent voices.

"Son, I'm not discussing that with you!"

"She's old enough to walk home alone, isn't she?"

"It's about courtesy and politeness!"

You sighed as you heard Ao'nung and his father arguing and hissing at each other.

"I can't stand her anyway! I hate her! She's an ugly forest freak, useless and stupid! It's annoying enough already to teach her our ways, I can't wait for her to get back to wherever the hell she came from! Disgusting demon halfblood!"

"Ao'nung!"

Even if you did like him, his words did not hurt. You knew that he had a weakness for you no matter how much he denied it.

You looked back to the marui as its curtains swung open, only for Ao'nung to step out in fury, he wanted to cool his head off, but as he saw you so close he was sure you had heard him.

Even if he said the same things to your face already, he was still shocked that you heard his words. But seeing you smile nonetheless was something he did not understand.

"You're a bad liar." You smiled while looking up into the stars again.

"There are some things in this world that we have to accept. Some things we cannot change. It's childish to think we could control them through denial."

You calling him childish only fed his fury. Ao'nung balled his fists in frustration.

He wanted you to leave and never come back. You made him weak, made him lose all focus whenever you were around him. The most embarrassing part for him was the fact that bobody believed him anymore. More than anything he denied his feelings for you but nobody seemed to believe it.

Was it so obvious?

He came a few steps closer only to drag you away with him. Nobody else was supposed to hear this conversation.

No matter how frustrated he was, his thoughts betrayed him again.

Ao'nungs curiosity about your wrists got confirmed; he could just wrap his entire hand around them. It fitted like they were made for his hands.

Shaking his head once, he got rid of the thought. At least, he tried to.

You looked around to where he was leading you. In no time he had guided you to a small bay, away from the village, where the two of you could be alone.

He turned towards you and pulled you closer by your wrist.

"Why?" was all he managed to get out, but all you did was look at him in confusion.

"What why?"

Aonung closed his eyes for a second, trying to remain focussed.

"Why are you so nice? I don't understand! I treat you like this, I pick on you every day and all you do is laugh! You never defend yourself! By Eywa, why are you so friendly? Why do you like me?"

You watched how he got completely mad, his eyes were filled with rage.

"Frustrating, isn't it?"

"You've been doing this on purpose?!"

His jaw dropped in anger while you simply smiled.

"You mocked me and my siblings on purpose too. It's fun to see them get mad, right?"

Ao'nung was completely speechless. It suddenly clicked in his head. All you had ever done was making him feel how he made your siblings feel.

And now that he thought about it, your behavior was only fair.

Something deep inside of his mind visibly changed. His anger turned into realization. He couldn't be mad at you, as much as he wanted to hate you.

"See, Ao'nung, I was never mad at you because that is what you wanted to achieve."

He swallowed the big lump in his throat. Nothing compared to the hatred he felt for admitting that you haven't done anything wrong. His tight grip around your wrist had loosened, his furious eyes seemed to calm down as well.

You came closer to him and took his hands instead, but he pulled away. Sighing, you engaged once more and placed both hands on his cheeks to hold him in place.

"Be honest to yourself; do you really hate me that much?"

At the question, his eyes darted right at yours, then softened at the sight of your gentle expression.

"... Maybe not that much..." he mumbled in shame, knowing this was definitely an understatement.

Your thumbs caressed his cheeks while your over four fingers softly traced over his neck.

"I forgive you, Ao'nung."

He almost overheard your voice since he was only paying attention to your soft touches and these golden eyes of yours which he secretly adored so much.

Once more he swallowed as he lost himself in your eyes.

As guilt took over his heart completely, he simply pulled you closer and held you pressed against himself. His arms fell around your neck, one hand buried in your hair, caressing your head carefully.

"What I said to my father about you-"

"No worries. Like i said, you're a terrible liar."

He swallowed heavily at your words again. Was he so transparent for you?

"I know you like me. But you've grown on me as well." you giggled into the crook of his neck.

"You're weird... but at least you have a good taste in boys..." You looked up to him, his face actually turned into a genuine smile.

"You're a skxawng , you know that, Ao'nung?"

You pinched his cheeks playfully until he pulled away, only to lift your head and look into your eyes once more.

"And you're a freak. My freak."

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Ao'nung x F!Deaf!Metkayina!Reader

Summary: Ao'nung has loved you since childhood.

Warning: Fluff, Ao'nung is a jerk to everyone but reader, some angst (I love emotional revelation of feelings), characters are aged up 18+ but no warnings here! Ronal ships reader and Ao'nung,

Note: was a request from @keyratch hope you enjoy it!

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Growing up, you always knew you were different. You couldn't hear the ocean waves, couldn't listen to the music of your clan for celebrations. You couldn't even harmonize with your mother as she sings to lull you to sleep.

Being born deaf, your parents tried so hard to pray to Eywa for a sign. The Tsahìk, Ronal, tried every herb and technique she knew, but nothing could change who you were.

What Eywa had decided for you to be.

You never blamed Eywa though, for the Great Mother had blessed you to feel a connection to her. You could feel her in the sand; the warmth of the sun that she blessed you with, the coolness of the ocean as you swam to admire the creatures she's created.

Even as a small child you had been drawn to the beauty of the Pandora.

The smallest sea shells you would collect and braid into your hair, stringing some together to make a necklace, bracelet, or head peice. The brightest floral you would gather to present to friends and family, just because the beauty of them made you think of others.

Ao'nung had only been eight when he met you for the first time. While training with his father on spear throwing he had caught sight of you collecting sea shells.

He was so distracted by you, he grabbed the spear wrong and cut his finger. Letting out a small hiss of pain, he instantly sucked on it, causing his father to gaze at him and then at you. Tonowari couldn't help but chuckle, "I see the silent beauty has caught your eye," Ao'nung was confused by his father's words, but quickly denied having even spotted you.

"Well that's too bad, because here she comes right now," sure enough you had seen the leader with his son, Ao'nung and had started over in their direction when you saw the big was hurt.

Ao'nung could only feel himself freeze as you closed the distance fast, suddenly reaching out to grab his hand as he tried to back away,

"H-hey! What are you doing?!" Ao'nung flinched as you pressed on his finger, the one he'd cut being too caught up looking at you. You never said anything, just brought out a healing leaf from your hip pouch and wrapped his finger quickly and efficiently.

"Thank you," he mumbled, you smiled and let go of his hand, signing to him, 'Would you like to play after training?' It had puzzled him why you didn't just ask out loud, but after looking to his father for assurance, he nodded to you causing you to smile and nod, turning back the way you'd come and headed away.

"Father, why didn't she just ask me?" Ao'nung questioned, looking up at Tomowari who smiled sadly at him, "she is deaf my son, she cannot speak for she never learned how, she cannot hear you," Ao'nung didn't feel any different towards you, maybe more curious, but he never felt like you were weird.

~.~

After that day many years ago, Ao'nung had grown, and so did his love for you. What started out as amazement and adoration as children, had since grown into feeling as if you were the only one for him.

The way you helped his sister with day to day chores, such grace and beauty weaving baskets and collecting herbs for his mother. The complete definition of selfless as you taught the children of the clan their sign, who else but you with your patience and grace.

The tingles you left on his body when you would tap his hand, shoulder, arm, anything to get his attention. You left him yearning for your attention day and night. Left him in agonizing pain at the thought of having you with him under the stars but couldn't.

Yourself however, would be a prize to any fine young Na'vi, but to your own self image you were at the bottom of the food chain. Your biggest insecurity being your deafness. You would never hear your mates words of love and comfort, would never hear the giggles of your own future children should Great Mother bless you with any.

You never had anyone express interest in you, although Ao'nung made sure of that, not that you knew. He always glared, growled or warned any man who looked in your direction. He made sure to linger a hand on your waist while talking, a smug look over his shoulder at the hunters who had tried to talk to you, a smirk at the Ilu keepers who tried to get to close.

When the Sullys had arrived, you had been busy helping Ronal with her duties as she was trusting you to take over while she got ready to give birth.

You didn't get to see Tsireya and Ao'nung as often as they were busy with teaching the new comers the traditions and expectations of the clan.

'(Y/N) go fetch Ao'nung, he should be down on the beach,' Ronal requested, you nodded, standing from your sitting position and heading out of the Marui, starting your trek to the beach.

You had found a few flowers on your way, taking a moment to pluck them from the ground and arranged them nicely. Maybe Ao'nung would like something to help brighten his mood.

Stopping once you reached the beach, you felt your eyes widen in disbelief as Ao'nung and his friends were surrounding Kiri, pointing at her and laughing. Kiri was clearly uncomfortable and trying to walk away, luckily Lo'ak came and started to intercept the boys, only they turned their hateful ways onto him.

You felt your fists clench up, nervously twisting the flowers. You started walking in that direction, Neteyam showing up as well from beside you, making yourself known too.

Ao'nungs ears pressed back, his body feeling hot with embarrassment that you'd caught him being rude to someone.

"Oh look, big brother to the rescue-" Ao'nung reached his hand out, silencing his friend who bowed his head obediently. "I need you to respect my sister from now on," Neteyam threatened, his eyes glaring into Ao'nung who nodded, trying to ease the anxiety in his chest as you approached too.

You tapped Kiris hand, the girl turning to you as you looked her over, as she tried to calm you down, 'I'm fine, no harm done,' she assured, you face turning into one of doubt but giving up in the end.

The three siblings went to walk away, but Lo'ak suddenly turned around and went back to Ao'nung, his smirk and quirked eyebrow making you upset a little. Why was he acting this way? Was he really this mean to them?

Ao'nung didn't know what had happened when Lo'ak punched him, one second he was standing and the next on the floor with his friends helping him up. They all jumped Lo'ak who held his ground to the best of his abilities, but soon found his brother Neteyam jumping in to help him.

You gasped, hands covering your mouth in disbelief, the flowers falling into the sand forgotten. Why were they doing this? 'Kiri, we need to stop them' you told her, but even she could only look on in a mix of horror and laughter.

Deciding that enough was enough, you inserted yourself into the fight, Ao'nungs friends quickly backing away as you pulled them off.

Neteyam hadn't seen you enter the fight, when he felt his shoulder get touched he quickly turned and went to punch the person, barely being able to stop himself before he hit you.

You had flinched inward, arms raised quickly to protect yourself, eyes shut incase of pain. "(Y/N)!" Ao'nung threw himself to you, shoving Neteyam out of the way, his hands gently grabbing yours to bring them down.

You squeaked, the cutest sound Ao'nung had ever heard, and opened your eyes to see Ao'nung checking you for injuries despite his cheek being bruised and lip busted. His eyes held fear and worry, hands moving from your arms to gently hold your face.

An adult nearby had brought his father and Toruk Makto, but he didn't care for the shouts that were happening, he could only focus on you. He brought his hands into view, 'You okay?' Ao'nung questioned, though your face contorted into worry as you held his face, feeling bad when he flinched from your thumb brushing his cheek.

He grabbed your hand and held it at his side as he turned to Neteyam, "Don't you ever touch her again!" If it hadn't been for his father pulling him away with you in tow, he would've attacked the oldest sibling.

"Maybe don't start things your girlfriend tries to finish!" Lo'ak yelled back, getting dragged away by his own father.

Upon entering the Marui, his mother hit him upside the head, "skxqwng! You brought (Y/n) into this?! I pray for the resilience to not break your bones!" Ao'nung averted his mother and fathers gaze, his head down as he couldn't even look to you either. Ashamed you had caught him at his worst moment.

"I leave (Y/n) to take care of your wounds, Great Mother help you find some sense!" Ronal hissed, Tonowari leading her out of the Marui to give you two some privacy.

You slowly walked over, placing a hand on his arm, Ao'nung letting you lead him to the mat and both of you sitting down facing eachother.

'What were you thinking?' You inquired, waiting for his reply as you began to mix a paste together. 'I wasn't thinking, but they deserved it, freaks all of them' he huffed, sucking it back in when you roughly applied the paste to his cheek.

His eyes found yours as you stared at him with hurt, 'What does that make me then? I cannot hear, I cannot speak well, they can communicate freely, I have to look for eyes and attention,'

Ao'nung felt his throat constrict, his hands clamy. You were so beautiful in his eyes, but the way he treated them made you think ill of yourself and that's not want he wanted.

You looked down, eyes glossy from unshed tears. His hand on your chin made you look at him, your lip trembling as your ears pressed back.

Ao'nung let go and signed only one word, but it made your body erupt in flames.

'Beautiful'

~.~

Since the incident with the boys on the beach, Ao'nung tried to be kind in your presence when the sullys were around but when the opportunity to trick Lo'ak revealed itself, he couldn't help it.

When he returned though and found you looking at him with those eyes again. Eyes filled with pain and now disappointment, he knew had to do the right thing.

'I'm sorry,' he apologized, finding you alone by the beach later that night. You turned from him, arms crossed. You weren't going to look at him or reply.

He fell to his knees in front of you, grasping at your hands desperately. You huffed, eyes glaring into him. Ao'nung used to pray he would never see that day you gave him that look, but after what he'd done to Lo'ak he could say he deserved it.

Hands trailing from your hands down to your elbows, he slowly let go and began to speak, "I'm sorry, I know I've been stupid and they don't deserve that, I'm not sure what I was thinking," Ao'nung kept his eyes trained on yours, watching you look exhausted.

"Why risk the danger? What if he'd gotten hurt? Or worse, you," you felt your lips pull back in a snarl, though he could only find pleasure in the fierceness of your face. His heart beat fast knowing you cared about him.

"I wish you would think with this," you placed your hand on his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat, "not with this," you playfully pushed his forehead, a smile appearing on your lips. You couldn't stay mad at him, not when he smiled at you as softly as he did now.

He grasped your hand, bringing it back to his chest. You felt your own speed up to match his, both of you filled with deep affection for one another, not that the other knew.

You both stared at eachother for what felt like hours, yet only a few minutes had passed, just enjoying eachothers company.

When you had broken out of your daydream however, you quickly pulled your hand away and stood up, eyes darting everywhere but him as you shakily signed, "we shouldn't be doing this, I have to go,"

Ao'nung couldn't stand fast enough when you pulled away, tripping over the sand as you ran. Everything had just been perfect, what had happened?

~.~

You helped Ronal to sit, her stomach slowly getting bigger as the days went on. "Baby is good?" You wondered, a grin on your face of excitement as she nodded, her own smile gracing her features.

'Baby is strong, maybe a boy like Ao'nung,' she replied, you nodding in agreement, 'Ao'nung differently is strong,'

'Yes, he will be a great Olo'eyktan, if only he hurry and choose his Tsahìk,' she let her eyes slip to your figure out of the corner of her sight, seeing you quickly look down and away. Not out of embarrassment it seemed, but out of disappointment.

Ronal frowned, she did not like seeing you so hurt, especially by her own child, lest he be stupid enough to do it.

Ronal placed her hand on your cheek, bringing your face back up to make eye contact with her, 'why do you look so sad? What has happened?'

You tried to brush her off, 'it's nothing, I'm sure whoever he chooses will make a lovely Tsahìk,' you began to ramble, hands moving quickly, 'Ney`ite is the best diver, Alyara is known to sing beautifully, from what I've seen and been told,'

'He deserves someone who can help him feel better on rough days, someone who can actually listen and help with his problems, who loves and cherishes him as he is,'

Ronal tapped your hand, causing you to heat up in realization, you'd been rambling for too long. 'Someone, like you?' She quirked her brow, a knowing smirk on her face.

You shook your head, eyes feeling glossy with tears, 'what do I have to offer him?' You felt a hiccup erupt in your throat from trying to hold in your sobs, 'I cannot listen to his problems, I cannot comfort our children with words when crying, no one would look to me, Eywa may love me as she created me, but surely Ao'nung loves another,'

Ronal felt her eyes catch the sight of a figure standing behind you. Ao'nung could only stand frozen as he saw what you thought of yourself. He's never loved anyone like he loves you, and it's his fault for making you think otherwise.

Ronal grasped your hands firmly, shaking her head at you. Ronal reached a hand for Ao'nung who walked over, his shadow startling you as you looked upwards, his face looking hurt by your own tears.

Ronal placed your hand in his, his fingers gripping your own softly but firm, like a silent promise to never let go.

The Tsahìk bowed in exiting the Marui, leaving both of you alone.

Ao'nung knelt to face you, your cheeks hot with humiliation that he had to see you like this. You tried to look elsewhere but he placed his hand on your cheek, turning your face towards him.

He let go, feeling a moment of Deja Vu as he thought back to two nights ago by the water. When you both had been just as close in the sand.

"You are not less than anyone here," he signed, feeling his heart excelerate with emotion.

'(Y/n), I don't need to hear your voice to know your words are strong and kind, I don't need your words of comfort when your touches are enough,' he placed your hand on his chest, just as he did those nights ago. He hoped you would feel his heart that's beating full of love for you.

You could only feel a bizarre rush of emotions, anger at yourself for letting Ao'nung find out this way, fear in what is to come, yet, love from knowing he felt the same as you did.

'I'm sorry you did not see yourself as adequate when you are more than I could ever dream, the love you hold for our clan speaks words where your lips may fail,'

You felt your lips quiver, tears falling down your face as you tried to hold yourself together.

'I see you, (Y/n), and I would love for you to become my Tsahìk, my mate,'

You laughed, 'I would love to spend my life with you, I see you, Ao'nung,' you pressed your forehead to his, his own tear or two slipping from his eye as you both enjoyed this moment of peace together.

He raised both hands to your face, cupping your head as he brought your lips to his, the soft, plush feeling of your lips nearly driving him mad with desire. Your own hand finding home on his chest and shoulder as you felt weak from lack of air.

Pulling away, you made him stand up with you, his eyes showing curiosity. You smirked at him, 'Wanna go somewhere more private?' Ao'nungs silence spoke for itself as he dragged you out of the Marui, right past his parents who had a sudden look of realization.

"Oh Great Mother," Ronal sighed exasperated, "Looks like our youngest will be close in age to our grandchild," Tonowari mumbled, flinching from Ronal who began to hit him from saying such words, "skxqwng!"

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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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hear me out, jus fluffy cuddling with ao'nung 👀

My Flower

summary: after a long day all ao'nung craves is to be in your arms

0.7k words fem!metkayina reader, lots of fluff!

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It had been a tiring day for Ao’nung. Between hunting, helping his mother with her duties and teaching those dreaded Sully kids how to live in the water, he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was to crawl into your arms and doze off.

You resided in your marui a section closed off with a sheer netting fabric that acted as a makeshift curtain. Laying in the hammock that was hung in the corner of your room, you slowly swung yourself listening to the sound of the ocean, enjoying the serenity your empty marui had.

Ao’nung saw you so peaceful his heart melted. You looked so beautiful. So beautiful the way your hair wrapped around your shoulder and the way your chest rose softly.

“Hey flower.” He said softly moving the curtain aside to enter the room you were in. You sat up smiling at your boyfriend who stood in front of you.

“Come.” You motioned him to lay in the hammock with you, scooting carefully to make enough space for the two of you to lay together.

Ao’nung followed and laid on the hammock, the course fabric digging into his skin as he laid on your chest as a pillow. His other hand snaked around your waist to bring you closer to him, almost so your skin could meld together.

“Was it a long day?” You questioned him, running your hand up and down his chest, tracing undetermined patterns with your fingers.

“Mhm.” He hummed caressing the spot where he held your waist with his thumb. “Was tiring.”

You nodded, listening to his breathing, watching his chest rise and fall as he stared at where his hands were. Leaving a tender kiss on his forehead as your fingers ran up and down his sternum.

“You should rest well tonight then.”

A tender kiss to your shoulder was made before he looked into your eyes. “I’m sure to rest well when you’re here with me.” A soft giggle was let out in response to his endearing words.

Ao’nung let himself listen to your heartbeat, it was slow a calming pounding that was lulling him to sleep. He let his hands run down to the space between your thigh and hip, laying soft touches onto the area as he caressed you.

“Those Sully kids really suck in the water.”

You chuckled giving a soft push on the shoulder.

“Be nicer to them, being cruel is a bad look.”

“Only cause you said so.”

You chuckled as he scrunched his face up at the thought of being kind to them.

“If you frown any more, your face will get stuck.” Now Ao’nung was the one giving you a light push, his scowl transforming into a bright smile.

“Y’know, Ao’nung you’re a lot cuter when you let your soft side show.”

“Well, it only exists because of you.” A blush formed on your face as Ao’nung begun to tease you about getting all flustered.

“Look my little flower is all flustered!” He poked your hot cheeks as you grabbed his hands to stop him.

“Stoppp” You whined, your face lighting up. “Do not tease me.”

“I’m not, just loving banter.”

“Oh, shut up”

Ao’nung chuckled before scooting upwards to meet you face to face. He admired your features, you were truly beautiful to him. You were his flower.

He brought the hand that rested on your hip up to your chin guiding it up to look at him. He felt your love radiate off you into him and you felt the same. Pupils wide and chests rising in anticipation, Ao’nung pulled you towards his lips.

He softly kissed you, lips meeting together, connecting like puzzle pieces. Your lips were soft against his as he used his other hand to caress the small of your back pushing you closer into him. Your hands travelled up and down his chest, eyes squished hard together as you enjoyed the feeling of Ao’nung’s lips on yours.

As the air between you ran out, Ao’nung broke from your kiss and stared into you. The air thick and soft pants exiting both of you.

“I love you my flower.”

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authors note: a short but sweet fic! might be a lil ooc but who cares coz i don't

tags: @aonungmybf @melovehiddlestan @dngnmtr-blog

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atttwoood · 1 year

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Jungle on the islands of the Metkayina🌿

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victoirey · 1 year

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— smart phones & shimmyflies . . .

SYNOPSIS !

you find yourself, a 21st century citizen— in Pandora. what will you do ?

gn!human!genz!reader / " im sorry , do you guys have any chips ? "

taglist / @loaqi @mylovelo-ak @somerandomweeb2 @stomach-bugg09 @cheari @lo-aksgf

hi guys!! this is a prologue for a project I've been planning for a long time! I'm so glad to say that I am putting it in action! woopwoop! I have commitment issues though. I don't know why I'm doing this. the official tag for this series will be 'primitive person in pandora' , and smartphones and shimmyflies will be the official title <3

you slapped on a bandaid to soothe your papercut as you flipped through another page of questions— to be greeted by more questions. there you were, sat in your room— music fading in and out as you did your homework. every question was harder than the last , which was reasonable — as the subject was science , for God's sake. how the hell do you wrap your head around science? or atleast, what you're learning in science right now. what the fuck is an optical phenomenon?! what the fuck is a sonorus?! why the fuck am i learning this, you think, when I could be running free? I could be hanging out with my friends , making silly tiktoks and actually living!

your head drops onto the wooden table, as you groan. "why can't we learn about aliens?" you ask yourself, "aliens are actually interesting. and some may even be hot." you say, "most aliens are hot." honestly, you don't even know what you're saying. you just want an excuse to not do this homework. whether it be by sleeping, watching a movie, hell- maybe even writing fanfiction and posting it on some deadbeat app would be better than this! anything would be better, you concluded.

you raise your head, fast— too fast, that you can't calculate when to stop. you forget the affect that raising your head quickly has on you— and you begin to get a bit woozy.

then your head hits the wall.

blobs of black follow after.

you don't know what to do, you don't know what to say— God, you've been needing a break for so long. as more blobs cloud your vision and as more of your thoughts overlap eachother— your eyes start to get heavier. damn, you didn't know simply hitting your head on a wall could do that shit. atleast you don't have to do your science homework. wait, will you still have to do it even though you blacked out? you should ask Ms. M about that..

out of all the thoughts, however, one seems to be a constant.

i hope im out long enough to be absent for the rest of the week.

the lab was always a constant for norm. it served as a way to get lost in himself, in his work— and right now, he really needed it. they were in the process of building a lab some where near awa'atlu, somewhere near the sullys. it was almost done, but the natives thoughts on it weren't. every time norm stepped out of that lab, unwelcoming glares from the metkayinan people. still, he went on. he tried to better his relationship with them, to learn their ways, to adapt— just as jake and his family did. it was still a work in progress, but it was going good. he was doing good.

being so dedicated to adapting and learning these past few days, he cherished these moments of calm. he was back in his human hold— reading over metkayinan books. his five fingers turned the page of the book, gently; his five fingers— calloused, tired, and yet still... they were relaxed. all of him was relaxed. he felt like he was floating, like he was in a sensorial deprivation chamber — from back on earth. he felt just that. he felt like all of his senses were sucked away temporarily, with all he could feel being the slow pace of his thoughts as they skimmed through a book.

he cherished these moments. he cherished this moment.

you, however, did not. you think you're about to wake up in your pretty little bed but NO. God has other plans for you because apparently hell is too merciful and you feel like you're about to puke. suddenly, you're in a fucking... rainbow or something. maybe it's the bifrost. it's probably the bifrost. when did thor exist? you didn't know and didn't care. you're seven seconds away from absolutely deteriorating and you feel shittier knowing you didn't even get a chance to shower one last time before drowning! then again, you showered yesterday but you wanted to feel that sprinkling water on your skin before you fucking died! what the fuck, universe?! you thought— the universe didn't answer.

you feel like you got thrown off the roof and these are your last moments before you eventually splat on the floor and die. like literally, bones broken and all. your whole life fucking flashes before your eyes, pictures of you and your friends, of your family— the tears you shed because of them, because of school, because of everything.

you think,

perhaps this is mercy.

still, The Great Mother has other plans.

you splat face first into norm's desk.

he jolts away from you instinctively, the book in his hands discarded as he looks at the fellow human that just came out of nowhere. did the wind carry you here? he didn't want a part in this. you, on the other hand, don't know how the fuck you aren't dead — all you know is that you have a raging headache. you push yourself up, weakly, and criss-cross your legs on norms desk— hand on your head as you let out a big sigh. "fuuuuck..." you say, and your voice is so weak, quiet, & pained. it tugs at norm's heart strings.

then again, he's always had a soft spot for kids like you. even if they ruined his desk.

he coughs to get your attention. your eyes look up at him, and he awkwardly waves "hi?" he says, not sure how to react, "why are you on my desk?"

the headache is long forgotten now, as you jump off his desk and try to grab at anything to use as a weapon. he raises both his hands up— trying to show you he means no harm, and you near hiss, survival instincts kick in. "you are absolutely INSANE. CRAZY. APESHIT. BALLISTIC. if you think I am trusting anyone that lives in a mad science LAB !" you yell, gesturing to your surroundings. this was the most mad scientist core place of your life. "where the fuck am i?!" you ask, tears near. you don't know where you are. you don't know the people here. you don't know what these devices are. you just want to go home already.

norm pities you.

"hey, hey— listen, 'm not gonna hurt you. 'm not gonna hurt you." he reassured, as gently as possible— you back away from him, but that only encourages him to take one step closer to you. his arms remain in the air, "I mean no harm. my name is Norm Spellman. I'm a scientist here at Pandora, and I'm also an operator. I got no experience with weapons. none at all." he tried to joke in his intro, tried to reassure you once more— and you hate to admitit, but it worked. now , you were just confused. you stepped towards him, tears dripping down your cheeks— voice shaky, and yet you stepped towards him— some part of you felt gravitated towards him, for it seemed like the universe had deemed him safe. safe for you. "my name is y/n." you replied, he smiled. "nice to meet you, y/n."

you nodded, eyes still blurry with tears. norm didn't say anything, he just patted your back & beckoned you to sit down. for a while, you stayed like that.

you stayed like that, until finally, you licked your chapped lips and — getting through multiple voice cracks & loads of tears, asked,

"what year is it?"

it wasn't a question you'd ask usually, but faced with guns that could aim themselves— with phones so advanced that your phone couldn't compete, god forbid you don't ask. norm looks at you, your obsolete clothes, your worn out phone that did not look like a phone at all— and your reactions to the environment that surrounded you. he knew that you were not from here, and in the most literal way possible. you were not from this time period. norm pursed his lips, "twenty one seven-ty..." he replied, dragging the y. your eyes bulged, and you slowly looked toward the floor to calculate how far into time you've gone.

it was 2170 here. you were in 2023.

2023 minus 2170.

one hundred fourty seven.

your face contorts into an expression so shocked, so horrifically terrified— that norm can tell from eight hundred miles that you're scared.

you look at him again, and say, to his utter horror—

"do you have a gun on you?"

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vampsywrites · 9 months

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Can you do one where Ao'nung is an asshole with everyone but his wife/courted. Like he'll forget to use manners, one gentle but reprimanding tug of his ear and he adds a, "please" to the end of his sentence.

I can see Ronal finding this very amusing.

my soul, you really took my soul

synopsis: moments where fishlips is soft for you <3

tags: established relationship, kissing n making out, lo'ak trying to impress fishlips, i believe in whipped! ao'nung supremacy

author's note: sorry for the late response! my laptop exploded <3

Your laughter filled the air as Ao'nung planted warm kisses across your face, his large hands cupping your face delicately.

"Hmm, Ao'nung," you purred, a soft grin adorning your lips as you inclined your head, reveling in the tender affection.

The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this precious moment. But even amidst the sweetness, a gentle reminder of reality pulled you back.

"There are people around," you managed to say between your laughter, fully aware of the curious eyes that might be watching your affectionate display with the chief's son.

"Yeah?" Ao'nung's mischievous smirk only grew broader, his eyes dancing with a playful glimmer as he cast aside any concerns. He pulled you in even closer, his hands resting upon your hips as he drew you into a deep kiss.

"Let them watch then," he grinned, his fangs lightly grazing against your bottom lip as he spoke.

Just as the two of you were fully immersed in this intimate moment, it was abruptly interrupted by a shout.

"Fishlips!" Lo'ak called out, brandishing a fishing net, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction.

Ao'nung cursed under his breath, distancing himself from your embrace as he directed a scowl towards Lo'ak.

"What?" he snapped, his voice tinged with impatience, yearning to be away from the unwelcome disruption.

Undeterred, Lo'ak displayed his spoil. "Look what I caught," he smirked, raising the net filled with a writhing dinicthoid for all to see.

Even from a distance, the creature's appearance was apparent, with its gargoyle-like features, beady red eyes, and razor-sharp teeth. Despite its dangerous allure, the dinicthoid held great significance to the Na'vi, and capturing one during the hunt was a testament to a warrior's bravery.

"Got it on the first try," the Omatikayan boasted, dropping the squirming fish at Ao'nung's feet with a resounding thud.

Ao'nung regarded the catch with narrowed eyes, a trace of admiration flickering beneath his facade. "Must have been a lucky shot," he grumbled, trying to downplay his surprise in front of Lo'ak.

Tutting softly, you reached out and lightly swatted the side of his head, a gesture that only you could get away with. Ao'nung felt a mixture of embarrassment and affection as he gazed at you with mild bewilderment.

"Come on," you said, your tone light. "Give him some credit. Lo'ak provided for the clan, and we should appreciate that."

Ao'nung sighed, ears flickering back. By your command, he turned back to Lo'ak and offered a begrudging nod. "Well done, forest boy," he mumbled, attempting to conceal the annoyance that gnawed at him.

Satisfied with the acknowledgment, Lo'ak swaggered away, his pride evident in every step.

"Finally," Ao'nung huffed, a mix of relief and exasperation in his voice. He turned to you, a slight smile forming at the edges of his lips, as if your presence could chase away all his frustrations. "Thought he would never leave."

"Well, now he has," you replied, a glimmer of mischief dancing in your eyes as your tail playfully trailed up his thigh. "Now, where were we?"

Ao'nung's gruff exterior melted away, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned in to meet you halfway. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his embrace.

As the night settled in, the village gathered around a crackling fire, its warmth and light creating a cozy atmosphere. The scent of roasted fish wafted through the air, mingling with the sounds of laughter and the rhythmic beat of drums. The clan was in high spirits, celebrating the fresh snd successful hunt.

"Right here," he whispered, voice a gentle rumble as he connected his lips to yours.

You sat beside Ao'nung, eating with him from your shared plate. It was a routine you two had grown used to after so many years together. He had always appreciated your presence, finding comfort in the familiarity of your company amidst the bustling celebration. The way your laughter blended with the melodic chants and the soft murmur of conversations added to the sense of belonging and togetherness that filled the air.

"Yawne," Ao'nung called out, his attention momentarily drawn to his meal. "Pass me that sauce."

Instead of obliging immediately, you gave him a playful look, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you reached up to pinch at his ear. Ao'nung jerked back, letting out a grunt of pain.

With a knowing expression, you met his gaze. Understanding your unspoken message, Ao'nung heaved a dramatic sigh of defeat.

"Ma'yawne," he called out again, adding a hint of contrition in his voice. "Please pass me that sauce," he grunted out, emphasizing the word you oh so wished to hear.

"That's better. It doesn't hurt to be polite," you grin, fingers brushing against his momentarily as you passed the bowl, sending an electrifying warmth coursing through him.

Your smile widened, and you reached for the wooden bowl with a nod of approval.

Ao'nung grumbled good-naturedly, but his heart swelled with warmth as he wrapped a strong arm around your middle, pulling you flush against him. The little tug-of-war between you had always been a part of your relationship, and it was something he treasured deeply even if he didn't say it out loud.

Across the table, both Ronal and Tonowari watched the scene before them in amusement. No matter how many times they saw it, your interactions and dynamics were always so entertaining to them.

Ao'nung notices their states and turns to them with a irked look, brow raised, "Is there something you need?"

"No," Ronal hums, lips curling into a half-smile at her son's annoyed glower, "We are just glad someone has finally managed to tame you."

#💫—vampsywrites #avatar the way of water #avatar #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung x metkayina!reader #ao'nung atwow #ao'nung #lo'ak #aonung x reader #aonung #ao'nung x you #ao'nung imagines

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aoyum · 1 year

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Trust me.

ao’nung x gn!omaticaya reader

a sprinkle of jealousy, arguing, slightly suggestive content

ao’nung had hated you since the day you arrived, and the feeling was mutual. He and his friends would taunt you and your family, but despite his important role in the village, you fought back each and every time. Soon a realization that the ‘hatred’ you felt for each other was something much more different, something that you were unwilling to accept.

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why can’t i stop writing for bro…? ☠️

“Let me,” Jake held a hand out as he walked away from the ikran. Many Metkayina circled around and blatantly stared. You could feel the urge to curl in on yourself crawl up your spine quicker than you expected.

Quickly undoing the queue from your banshee, you ran to stand next to Kiri.

Your father slowly took steps toward the crowd, holding his hands out to signal that he meant no harm. Neteyam and Lo’ak followed him.

Cautiously, Jake looked back to you and Kiri and nodded, yet you didn’t move until Kiri did. It was beyond overwhelming to be eyed by a crowd of judgment as you walked, lowering your head in an attempt to shy away from the reality of it.

You heard footsteps ahead and angled your head upward slightly, jaw falling slack as you got a good look at the people before you. Two boys emerged from the crowd, your heart thrumming faster when you locked eyes with one in particular. The mere intensity from his gaze left you unable to breathe.

His aura oozed of condescension.

Neteyam and Lo’ak bowed their heads, fingers to their head as they greeted the mysterious Na’vis.

Waves began rustling beside you and you turned to look, watching as a beautiful girl hopped off of a fish? water dragon? albeit with extreme grace. It made you envious.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one entranced, as you brought your gaze back to the scene around you and saw Lo’ak, blatantly ogling the young woman. It was clear to anyone who had eyes.

“Hey,” he mumbled as she stood next to other Metkayina. She smiled and ducked her head.

Your amusement was cut short when you were reminded of who was behind you.

He took his time in examining you, never seeming interested to return the greeting in the slightest. His eyes seemed to stop on a particular area on the lower part of your body, and a smirk began to pull at his lips.

“What is that? Is that supposed to be a tail?” he asked, moving closer as the other followed behind him closely. They began to laugh loudly, and you noticed the one who caught your eye reaching out to touch it. You quickly turned around and hissed, slapping his hand away.

Your eyes darted to his and you took notice of the way his smirk dropped, now staring at you with a newfound glint in his gaze. His friend snickered behind him.

“Do not! Rotxo, Ao’nung!” you heard from the girl.

You turned around to look at Jake, immediately regretting your actions when you caught a glimpse of the expression he wore. You moved to the other side of Kiri and gripped the cloth that was loosely hung around your arms, looking at the ground.

The loud sound of wind whooshing above you was what got you to look up, eyes widening as you watched a huge creature with a tail and wings soar across the sky, planting itself into the water soon after.

A man half your size hastily hopped off the animal, making his way toward you and your family.

“Olo’eyktan, I see you, Tonowari,” Jake said, greeting the chief, Tonowari his name was. Neytiri and Neteyam mirrored his actions.

“Jake sully,” the chief returned the gesture, settling himself in front of your family. From behind, you could see another woman approaching. She was dressed beautifully, yet she held a distasteful expression on her face.

“I see you, Ronal,” your father was quick to say, your mother following suit.

A best of silence passed before anyone spoke again.

“Why do you come to us, Jake Sully?” Tonowari asked. Your father wasted no time and got straight to the point. “We seek Uturu,” he raised his arms, looking back to us. Gasps were heard amongst the crowd and your cringed a bit.

“Uturu?” Ronal asked, almost disbelievingly. “A sanctuary for my family,” he was quick to add on, Tuk was lifted into his arms and he looked to Tonowari and Ronal with pleading eyes. Ronal looked away, now beginning to move toward Lo’ak.

More moments of silence passed before a single word was uttered.

“Their arms are thin!” she declared, lifting Lo’aks arm to show the people. “Their tails are weak, they will be slow in the water,” she added, swiftly turning and pulling at Kiri’s tail. She muttered a quick ow and moved away from the Tsahik, but Ronal tried again.

“These children…” she paused, grabbing Kiri’s hand and analyzing with potent distaste, “are not even true Na’vi!”

The Metkayina’s gasped, your lips parted and you stared at Ronal with wide eyes. “Dad…” Kiri muttered, turning to look at him. She looked back to her quickly and took her hand back, “yes we are!”

After continuing to criticize your family, Jake decided that he had had enough and shoved his hand into the air, showing that he was born among sky people and proving that adaptation is possible.

Neytiri watched with disliking eyes, stepping out in front of Ronal once close enough.

“My husband was Toruk Macto,” she started, and immediately a cringe found it’s way onto your expression, as did it on everyone else’s, “he led the clans to victory against the sky people.”

At this point you had already zoned out, simply not interested in listening any longer. Gazing upon the beauty of the reef, your eyes accidentally met a pair of familiar blue ones. You held back a snarl, deciding that you no longer felt any interest in him after the stunt he pulled.

He tilted his head and that smirk returned, only this time it was faint. You were thinking of some way to respond, some way to tell him off, until he snapped his head towards the Olo’eyktan.

“—Makto and his family will be staying with us. But they do not know the sea, so they will be like babies taking their first breath. My son Ao’nung, my daughter Tsireya will be showing you to your marui and will train your children.”

“Father why—” he tried to protest, but Tonowari dismissed him before he could even finish his sentence.

At this, you stifled a laugh, watching this so called Ao’nung with humor before smiling sweetly, taking slow steps toward him.

“Please do show me where to go, as I am just a baby taking my first breath.”

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“Come this way, we will be training here,” Tsireya said, smiling kindly before walking away. Lo’ak was the first to follow, but it’s not like you’d expected any less. He’d been pining over the girl for the last two days.

“I just don’t understand how she can be so happy all the time,” you muttered to Kiri as you stood, following after, albeit a bit further away than the others, “I hate it here.”

Kiri sighed and looked at you. “You hate it here? Or you hate Ao’nung?” she queried, deciphering your words for you. Just the sound of his name had you bitterly tugging on your bottom lip.

She wasn’t wrong. Here in the reef, it was absolutely stunning, certainly something you could get used to waking up to every morning. There was only one thing ruining your experience. A person, moreover a thing, but you hardly considered him as one.

You made sure to drag your feet extra slow as you reached the rock, gaze never leaving Ao’nungs as he watched with a hardened jaw. Everyone had already found spots, and it would only be your luck that the only available space left would be next to him.

“You will learn how to hold your breath today,” Tsireya explained, looking at each of you to make sure you understood. Tuk raised an eyebrow, scratching a spot on her head, “Don’t we already know how to do that?”

Tsireya smiled, shaking her head. “For longer, Tuk. If you want to live amongst us, you must know how to hold your breath longer.”

“Yeah,” Rotxo snickered, “you guys were terrible yesterday.”

You crossed your arms, looking at him, “don’t you think that if we knew that we’d be coming here, we’d practice?”

He looked to the sky in faux thought. Looked back to you. “Probably not.”

Fighting back a smile, you caught Ao’nung looking at you distastefully in the corner of your eye, smile immediately dropping as you turned to face him.

“What?” you spat.

He quickly looked to Tsireya, grumbling for her to hurry and get on with the lesson.

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“No Lo’ak, you have to breathe from here,” she said for the third time, eventually just leaning over to show him herself. She placed one hand on his stomach, and then his chest. “Your heartbeat is fast…”

You watched amusedly, sharing knowing looks with Neteyam and Rotxo. Kiri was occupied with helping Tuk and they seemed to be doing much better than you. It was a bit humbling, watching your younger siblings nail something so simple contrary to you.

You felt a warm hand on your arm and you stiffened immediately, looking at the hand before looking at Ao’nung.

“Need help?” he taunted, wearing the smirk he knew you hated. He leaned closer, the space between you filling fast.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

His eyes widened a fraction at your words, and it took a moment for you to clock what you had said.

“Yes. I meant yes, I— You’re close. Too close.” it was painfully obvious how out of breath you were, how flustered you became from just a simple touch.

Ao’nungs smirk grew and he just barely moved away.

“Trust me, I would rather be doing anything else. Just like you,” he muttered, though it sounded nothing like his usual biting and spiteful tone. Your eyes darted to his, brows furrowing slightly. He avoided your eyes and focused his attention elsewhere.

Although his eyes were looking at anything but you, you could feel his hand slipping from your arm and inching closer to your stomach, until finally his warm palm made contact.

You shivered, praying he didn’t notice. He suddenly went serious and his eyes met yours. You could not possibly know why, but you felt your stomach drop.

“…This okay?”

Your heart began to race.

Tongue darting out nervously, his eyes instantly dropped to your mouth and watched the action. You quickly moved his hand away, standing abruptly.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch you, the atmosphere suddenly felt suffocating.

Quickly apologizing, you blurted the only excuse you could think of and walked off. Looking over your shoulder, you found everyone paying no mind to it and resuming their previous activities.

Everyone but Ao’nung, who watched as you walked away with a set jaw.

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You had spent the last few weeks acting as if nothing had happened.

Except you were definitely trying to avoid him at all costs, but there were some situations where it was just completely unavoidable. Him and his group of fish friends would pick fights, purposefully irritate you and your siblings. It was always the same with him.

You hate him.

You hate him, you try to tell yourself. You try to convince yourself that you hate the way he looks at you, the way he smiles at you, the way you unconsciously find yourself casting looks into his direction, way more than you truly should.

You mindlessly stare into the dark sky and think over the maelstrom of thoughts and emotions running through you.

The thought that you merely entertain the idea of hating him, yet, do you really?

You’re dragged out of your thoughts before you can even decide, hearing the yelps of male voices. Immediately you stand and walk over to the sounds, and to your (not) surprise you’re met with the sight of Ao’nung and his friends fighting with your brothers. Kiri stood wordlessly behind them, watching it all play out.

“Kiri?! What—”

She bursts out in laughter, doubling over and leaning onto a tree for support.

You watch in bewilderment, not knowing which group to look at. Sighing, you decide to put an end to the fight, grabbing Lo’aks ear and shoving him behind you, glaring at the now frozen party of Na’vi.

Neteyam stood and walk past you without a word, grabbing Lo’ak by the arm and taking him away with him. Your snatched your gaze from your siblings and turn it onto Ao’nung, who was already looking at you.

Storming to him, you harshly grab him and drag him along, set on finding a private area and scolding his damn ears off.

Firmly yet gently urging him behind a large rock, you finally meet his eyes and clench your fists.

“Are you hurt?” you seethed.

“Awh—” he tried to say, but quickly shut up when he caught the look on your face.

“Seriously, do you ever let up?” you whispered, defeated. “Is it impossible for you to go one day without hurting my family in some way?”

Ao’nung could feel his mouth grow dry, and he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Now you can’t answer me? But I thought you always had something to say?” you continued, stepping closer. “Don’t you realize how cruel it is? We left our home for our safety, and yet we are treated like this by you. Only you.”

“Wait, if you would just let me—”

“Honestly? I don’t want to hear anything from you, Ao’nung,” you mumbled in defeat, turning to walk away. Ao’nung grabbed your hand and pulled you back firmly.

“Please,” he said in your native language, eyes searching yours deeply.

You exhaled sharply and shook your head, pulling your hand back.

“For the record, I wouldn’t have given a damn if you’re hurt or not,” you said, parting with that. Another lie to feed off of.

You’d be lying once more if you said it didn’t hurt you.

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“You know…” you heard from above you.

Looking up, you saw Kiri, Neteyam, and Lo’ak. Already, you knew it was bad news.

“The answer is no,” you stated simply and continued to feed your ilu.

Kiri kneeled down to your height and stopped you from getting another feeder fish. “Hear us out, at least,” she pleaded, looking back to your siblings knowingly. Sighing, you creased your brows and turned to face them, staring expectantly.

“Since, you know, you are the best sister we could’ve ever asked for…” Lo’ak started, using his puppy eyes to his advantage, he opened his mouth to continue, but you held a hand up. “If you all are going to lie, at least get Kiri or ‘teyam to do it. I might believe them,” you smiled, raising a brow to Lo’ak.

“What? But the eyes always worked!” he groaned.

Eyes, you thought. It sent you into a whirlpool of how he would look at you, how his eyes—

You held a finger up in correction, “Used to.”

“Well,” Neteyam jumped in, swiftly stepping in front of Lo’ak to take over, “we wanted to show our appreciation… of some sort.”

“And how will you do that?” you inquired.

“Get on your ilu. We’re taking you somewhere,” he said, calling for his ilu as soon as he finished his sentence, Kiri and Lo’ak doing the same.

Despite your suspicions, you still followed them into the water.

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The bioluminescence contrasted to the darkness of the night sky was truly one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. The sun had just set and you were still following your siblings to wherever godforsaken place they were taking you. You heard Lo’ak signal for you to turn right, and what you saw had rendered you completely speechless.

Large, beautiful rocks that rounded and appeared as half circles, floating rocks like the hallelujah mountains back home, luminous green vines that contrasted the purple color of the tree below the water.

Your amazement never faltered as you admired the scenery around you. Kiri caught up next to you and smiled with you, taking a look around for herself. “It really is beautiful isn’t it?”

“What is this place?” you whispered, turning to face her. She ran her hand through the waves and looked to the tree. “This is their tree of spirits. They call it the Cove of Ancestors.”

“Stunning…” you murmured absentmindedly, slowly venturing deeper into the cove. “Can I go under and—” you turned around to ask, but when you looked back, Kiri was nowhere to be seen. They were all nowhere to be seen.

You blinked, breathing in shakily. You knew they were up to no good, but this? What made them think to leave you alone in a vast ocean miles away from shore.

“Kiri!” you shouted, praying to Eywa she hadn’t really left you. “Neteyam?!”

Fuck. Assholes. You tugged on your lip with your teeth harshly.

You heard a noise behind you and snapped in the direction. Ice struck your nerves. You were stranded in an ocean. Alone. With dangerous creatures all around you.

“Guys!” you tried again, not that you were expecting a response.

Except, you got one.

“You okay?”

You whipped your head in the opposite direction and despite the relief that flooded through your body, you were still extremely pissed.

“Ao’nung?” you hissed.

You stared at him, wondering just what the hell he would be doing here so late at night, until it clicked.

“You put them up to this?” you asked, so quiet he almost didn’t catch it. He watched the way your face dropped and cursed, bringing his ilu forward to meet you.

Turning your head away, you wanted to command your ilu to move away, but you just couldn’t find it in you.

“Let me explain, just follow me to this rock. Please,” he pleaded with you. “Please.”

Silently, you nodded and followed him up the rock. Still you refused to meet his eyes. A hand came up and cupped your jaw, making it harder with every second that passed to deny him of what he wanted.

“I didn’t bring you here to make you upset,” he whispered.

You scoffed and shoved his hand away, finally meeting his gaze. “And why would I believe you? What took you so long to come out! It’s like you get a rise out of—”

“You were scared?” he cut you off. “Yes! …Yes I was scared, Ao’nung. I thought I got left alone.”

“I wouldn’t ever do that to you.”

Wordlessly staring at him, your lips parted unconsciously. Crossing your arms, you looked away. “Well, I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Ao’nung sighed and dropped his head, looking at everything but you.

He merely liked the idea of hating you, because the truth was that he loved you.

“You don’t know?” he asked, you furrowed your brows and looked back at him. “Know.. what?”

“We were fighting because I wanted to tell you this.”

Although you were supposed to hate him, curiosity couldn’t stop you from wanting to know more. You stepped closer into his warmth, hands finding solace on his forearms.

“I see you.”

Shaky breaths intermingled with one another. You felt weak as you took his words into account. Slowly, you slid your hands higher until they met the nape of his neck, really basking in the feeling of his touch.

“I’ve been lying to myself since I first saw you,” you muttered, pulling him closer, “I cannot lie any longer.” Opening your eyes, you hazily examined his features. The features you tried to fool yourself into believing you weren’t in love with. “I see you, Ao’nung.”

Reaching down, he captured your lips in his and poured every ounce of passion and every ounce of his feelings into the kiss. His mouth was doing way too well at swallowing every little noise you made, reciprocating it with low groans and fleeting touches.

You were all too focused on the feeling of how perfectly his lips molded against yours, you grew lightheaded fast and pulled away for air. Still, he continued to pepper kisses over your cheeks, neck and collarbone, desperate for any kind of contact with you.

Your face was flushed and you were out of breath, this didn’t go unnoticed by Ao’nung and he smiled against your skin at the sight of his works.

“Getting a kick out of this Ao’nung?” you sighed, jokingly flicking at his arm.

“Trust me, its a sight I could get used to seeing.”

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aonungsmate · 1 year

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A Promise Over All Else

Ao'nung x Reader [Word count: 5.8k]

All characters are aged-up to 18!! (okay not all, but-)

Warnings: Ao’nung being a jerk, mentions of death, bullying, smooching

“If we do not find someone worthy of being our mates, we’ll mate each other,” Ao’nung scoffed as you muttered a promise, seemingly frustrated by the idea of being one with you. An innocent declaration that none of the two of you expected to be rekindled in due time.

You have known the children of the Metkayina clan’s olo'eyktan and tsahik for as long as you can remember, being in close age with the two. The idea of being playmates struck your parents after seeing the two of you, along with Tsireya and Rotxo. The two of you were inseparable as young na’vi, having learned to breathe, swim, weave and heal collectively, and however intolerable the idea is to you right now, it has always been you and Ao’nung who get paired up with each other in various chores. As you grew up however, Ao’nung’s attitude towards your peers have also gone into a drastic change, as if he was above everyone, developing a penchant for sneering at every na’vi that approaches the two of you. You, on the other hand, thought of every na’vi you interact with as equals, being of no noble position as him. This very reason caused a rift between your companionship, forming your respective circles, frequent greetings turning into brief glances and side eyes, only communicating when training or when you are tasked with healing him. However, you understood the growing distance between the two of you, as you had different interests and responsibilities. The arrival of Jake Sully and his family was the one responsible for both rekindling and downfall of your relationship. An unwanted occurrence by most of the village percentile although your life would not be the same if it were not for them.

It was a bright day when the former olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya tribe had sought sanctuary in Awa’atlu. You and Tsireya were tasked with weaving nets when a ginormous silhouette of flying creatures flew over you, earning a worried glance from Tsireya. Your heart sped up at the thought of sky people discovering an obsession towards your village, you immediately clicked your tongue and called for your ilu, Or’ma. Cautious at the arrival of the ikrans, you dove with your ilu to approach the shores, noticing other villagers approach the forest na’vi, some hissing with threat. Peering from the waters, you spotted familiar faces, deciding to detach yourself from the ilu and see what the commotion is all about. A bunch of tsurak accompanied by warriors resurfaced from the waters, that flew above the people, signaling that the olo’eyktan had arrived to take care of the matters. Gulping at the building anxiety, you looked for immediate safety, finding Ao’nung’s wary stance, stalking behind the ikran, searching for any danger. Having a glance around you once more, you gave up finding your parents and ran towards Ao’nung, gripping his left arm for protection.

Landing on the sand, the new faces earned hisses from all around them, causing the tallest figure to raise his hands as if he was surrendering, followed by his family. You peeked a glance at the ikran, gasping in amazement at their strong wings, wincing in fright when you met a particular na’vi’s eyes, ducking your head behind Ao’nung’s larger frame, forcing him to shield you with the arm you were gripping, puffing his chest with a threatening gaze at the eldest son of Jake Sully. Rotxo snickered at the size of their tails, “It is too small, how are they supposed to swim?”, he laughed, earning a chuckle from Ao’nung and a swat on the hand from Tsireya. “Do not. Rotxo, Ao’nung” she scolded, her eyes widening as a warning. Your furrowed eyebrows did not help the smile of reassurance directed to your friend. A glare from one of the Omatikayan siblings made you more nervous, squeezing Ao’nung’s arm as your ears flattened down in panic.

As far as you know, you did not do anything to anger the female na’vi, so why was she rolling her eyes at you?

“Mawey, (y/n), mawey,” Ao’nung whispered, backing up when his father walked to the center of the crowd to address the problem at hand. You frowned at the words being exchanged, realizing how crucial it must be for their family to be let in, as they were in need of hiding from the sky people. Asking for uturu is no childsplay, considering that it is still the village leaders’ decision if they would be letting in those who asked for sanctuary.

Ronal went through them one by one, analyzing what use they could be of in the reef, having no physical trait to aid them in swimming. Hisses were let out when she raised one of the na’vi’s hands, having an extra finger to it, a sign that they have demon blood flowing in them.

“They are not even real na’vi!” she exclaimed, holding up the girl’s hands, one extra finger on display.

The girl whom you found glaring at you refuted, “Yes, we are!” You winced at the confused dread you sensed in her voice, finding it in yourself to sympathize with her. Being close to the chief’s children meant that you hang out with either or both of them often. You were witness to Ao’nung’s condescending demeanor, and have made aware of how painful his words are. Something that he must have inherited from his mother, Ronal.

Countless thoughts filled your mind, only subsiding when you heard Tonowari’s decision, “Toruk Makto, and his family will stay with us,” the faces of the forest na’vi lightened up, “Treat them as our brothers and sisters. They do not know the sea, so they will be like babies taking their first breath.” The mate of Jake Sully turned her gaze away, offended at the statement. “Teach them our way so they do not suffer the shame of being useless,” Tonowari emphasized, turning his attention again to Jake Sully, nodding at the family.

“Alright, what do we say?” He urged, thank you’s being muttered by the rest of his family.

“My son Ao’nung, our daughter Tsireya, will show your children what to do,” a grimace morphing in Ao’nung’s face, whilst the complete opposite reaction was written on Tsireya’s. She beamed at the family, and her brother sought an escape from unwanted duties.

“Father why–”

“It has been decided”

It has been decided.

It wasn’t too long until you had to interact with the new faces, having been invited by Tsireya to dive with them, along with Rotxo and of course, Ao’nung. You warily distanced yourself from the navy blue na’vi, sticking close to Ao’nung, since Tsireya was enthusiastic with her newly acquired duties. You waved at Tuktirey, or Tuk, as what she asked you to call her. You found her adorable, having no siblings of your own. You swam closely to the reef, glancing behind you to ensure that they were following you, when you saw them swim upwards, Rotxo looking at them with disbelief, and Ao’nung signing that they were bad divers.

‘Stop, they only need to learn,’ Tsireya signed, with you nodding in agreement, swimming upwards to follow the Sully children and encourage them to swim more. You were eager to show them the beauty of the reef, determined to get to know them better. Lo’ak stuck his face into the water, finding Tsireya’s smiling face, signaling them to swim together, as he responded with gibberish signs, having no idea how to respond. This coaxed a shy smile from you, continuing to swim upwards along with the other metkayina.

“You swim too fast! Wait for us,” Tuk whined, making you chuckle at her adorableness.

“You are not good divers, maybe swinging through trees but–” Ao’nung’s tasteless humor earned a smack on the head from his sister, fed up with unsolicited criticisms. “C’mon bro–” “We do not understand this finger talk you were doing,” Neteyam tried copying what you were doing, making Rotxo grin and Ao’nung laughed at their cluelessness.

“I will teach you,” Tsireya volunteered, and suddenly included you in her future responsibilities, “(y/n) and I will do. Ao’nung and Rotxo can help us with your breathing.”

“Wait, where’s Kiri?” Rotxo’s face twisted in worry, the whole group asking each other where she was, not noticing that the eldest daughter of the Sully’s had disconnected from the lot.

As soon as you realized where she was, you regrouped again and were told to follow Ao’nung towards the shore. He stood a meter away from the group, producing clicks and noises to call a group of ilu. Waist deep in the water, he glanced at each of you, “If you want to live here, you have to ride.”

His arms gestured at the ilu’s surrounding him, nodding at the siblings, encouraging them to approach the creatures and familiarize themselves. Your eyes gleamed at how commanding his voice was, as if the whole ocean was sitting on his palm, an attribute that seemed to be innate in the future olo’eyktan of your clan. One by one, they tried their hand at riding an ilu, Lo’ak’s attempt being the most memorable after being thrown off its back at his recklessness.

The training went on and on for weeks, with you assisting Kiri, who was surprisingly a natural when it came to the ilu, having found her underwater interacting with one, which amazed you so much she was shocked to see your beaming face at her after resurfacing with an ilu.

As the eclipse approached, so did the end of your daily meetings. The beautiful shades of auburn purple shone on the archipelagic glory of Awa’atlu, indicating the end of the day. Soon after dismissing the group, Tsireya bid you farewell, whispering that she wanted to have a few moments Lo’ak, making the two of you giggle at the thought of potentially finding someone she wants to spend her life with. Your simpering caught Ao’nung’s attention, raising his brow at what could possibly be funny that you and his sister are looking at the rest of the boys coyly. Supporting her idea after knowing that the Sully mean no harm and are actually just a family, you waved at her, tugging Ao’nung’s arm to the direction of the village knowing his tendencies to be protective over his sister.

“What were the two of you talking about?” he asked, adjusting your headpiece, seeing how disheveled your hair looked. You brushed off a sand on your arm, “Oh you know, there’s this boy,” you giggled, remembering Tsireya’s blushing face,” ‘Reya really likes the forest boy.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’m very happy for her. Finding someone she likes and all…” A small whisper from your lips following, “How wonderful it would be if I too..”

You sighed dreamily, reminiscing about your encounters with peers, frowning at the lack of finding someone that stood out from all of your options, having no recollection of successful romantic encounters. Your sigh did not go unnoticed by your companion, receiving a questioning gaze from Ao’nung. He stopped walking and asked, “What, you want a mate all of the sudden?”

You breathed, the smell of the ocean embracing you, “I am simply pondering my options, Ao’nung. My rite of passage is not far, and it is of common knowledge that it is only a matter of time until all the commendable bachelors in our village become betrothed” he scoffed at this, his tail flicking in annoyance at the thought of you getting a mate.

“I do not want to grow old all alone. I would want a family for myself, you know that.” Approaching the direction of your marui, you smiled at him moving your hands to sign him farewell. As you were helping your mother prepare dinner, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the times when another guy your age would approach you with the most intricate shells in hand.

You have just turned 14 when a boy of your age approached you with a carefully woven bracelet. It was typical of you to spend the day with Tsireya, however due to her duties as the tsahik’s daughter, she has asked you to pair up with her brother for the day. Not minding the company, Ao’nung took you to a spot he and his friends frequented. You were humming a song to motivate you while searching for shells to give to your dearest friend when a familiar face started to walk towards you. Ao’nung squinted in curiosity when he noticed Keomä approach your spot. Keomä is usually assigned with fishing out nets before the eclipse, often swooned at by girls due to his dimpled grins. The village is not a vast place so the two of you have already been acquainted with each other.

‘What could be that bastard’s business?’ he thought, his carving halted in contemplation. Rotxo stared at him in suspicion when he suddenly stopped sharpening the bone. Meeting his friend’s gaze, he huffed and continued his task with a newfound aggressive vigor. Shrugging at his strange action, Rotxo went back to polishing his dagger.

Ao’nung was seething as soon as his eyes spotted the bracelet that was not-so-subtly held behind Keomä as an attempt to surprise you. His enraged mind was prompted to come up with unprecedented schemes to ruin the other metkayina’s chances with you. As soon as you lifted your head to meet Keomä’s smile with yours, he flouted as he finally decided on what to do.

“Keomä, have you just finished fetching dinner for the village?” you put down your collection, politely nodding at him. “Yes, it is another bountiful day,” he stiffly responded, making your head tilt as if to ask what was going on. Resolved to fulfill what his heart desired, he immediately spouted words of confession before his mouth betrayed him.

“You are the most beautiful person that I have ever laid my eyes on (y/n). Your melodic voice never fails to complete my day,” he started, making your cheeks flush in appreciation at his kind words. “I am to participate in my rites of passage in a few months. If you would..” “If your heart is to say yes,” he cleared his throat to continue, “With this crafted bracelet, I would like to ask you for permission to stake a claim on–”

Unfortunately for him, Ao’nung is not one to give openings for other metkayina. He had his heart spoken for since you were of young age, and he would not let you find a man other than him. He stood up from his sitting position with a smirk, prancing slowly towards the two of you.

“Ah, Keomä. Were you not reprimanded by Zoaiäl for your irresponsible decisions yesterday?” Ao’nung towered over the both of you, and to add salt to the wound, “The offense you have induced on yourself could lengthen the stretch before you are allowed to take part in the ceremony for adulthood, you are aware aren’t you?”

“T-that–”

“Frankly, I do not see the significance in asking her for her hand if you are only going to make her wait for your incompetent self,” his arms extended in a haughty stance, his tail jerking with a snap with threat, “Best to get going to aid your ineptness, Keomä.” His voice deepened to emphasize his point, making the poor boy shiver.

Just as your suitor stomped in anger, Ao’nung shook his head at Keomä’s pathetic attempt. Meanwhile, you were disappointed at the interrupted confession, making you glare at your companion. Ao’nung could only raise his hands with a satisfied smirk all written on his face. You went back to your prior activity with a sunken expression and ears down, making him contemplate if you liked Keomä enough to induce despondency from you.

You are not as skillful as Tsireya in healing, nor as good as Noìukä in hunting. Your modesty however, is of notable charm for most people in your village. This led to not two, but more than four suitors in a span of seven months just after the first efforts to capture your heart.

How wonderful! Not.

Ao’nung’s annoying interruptions continued on as more young metkayina tried their hand in asking you, finding it increasingly difficult to penetrate the barricades that your childhood friend had established. He was acting like a possessive mate at that point. That’s right, a mate–

That particular speculation immediately pulled you from the barrage of memories you were just recollecting. Your eyes widened at the thought of Ao’nung holding romantic affections for you. You have never considered him to be someone who would develop feelings for you.

Not that you know of.

Set on shrugging this particular idea off of your mind, you finished cleaning up with your mother and informed her that you were turning in for the night, making her meet your forehead with hers in good night, receiving another from your father with a promise from your parents that they will be joining you in bed later. You tucked yourself in your family’s mat with a strange feeling in your stomach, making it difficult to fall asleep. Instantly after a few minutes, you were off to sleep with a particular boy in your dreams.

Months have passed since the arrival of the Omatikaya na’vi and you have grown close with the siblings, which is quite the contrary in Ao’nung’s case, growing some kind of disdain for them, calling them names and sneering at them for their differences.

It has become unbearable, really.

As you grew close to the siblings, you have also gotten to know their mother, Neytiri, and the Toruk Makto, Jake Sully. You looked up to the both of them, having been told the stories of how they fought the sky people with victory. You often found yourself dining with them in their marui at some nights. The cherry on top however, was the friendship that you have found in Neteyam. He is someone that you look up to, treating him as a brother and him, treating you as one of his sisters. You have invited him and his siblings to one of your dinners, your mother and father appreciating their presence as they have finally had a chance to take a closer look at the infamous family.

“So, do you like it here so far Neteyam?” your hands untangled themselves from the net, gesturing for him to try continuing the work himself.

“It is different from the forest,” he reached out for the strands, “there is also difficulty in connecting with other na’vi, but the island is wonderful.”

You were assisting Neteyam with weaving a net when Kiri’s voice caught your attention. “Leave us alone!”, followed by a series of laughter. You frowned when you saw Ao’nung’s peers around her and Lo’ak. Hearing a hiss from Neteyam, you casted a worried glance at him when he stood up stomping towards his siblings. You pressed your lips together and stood up to follow him, your ears flicking in alarm when he shoved Ao’nung away, “You heard what she said. Leave them alone.” He huffed with his tail flicking with a rigid threat, “Smart choice, and from now on, I need you to respect my sister.”

You grimaced at Ao’nung’s lack of apology when he simply raised his hands in mock surrender, obviously not taking Neteyam’s words seriously; followed suit by his friend who hissed at Neteyam from being told off. Neteyam goaded his sister gently to the direction of the village marui with Lo’ak following, when Ao’nung voiced out another jibe.

“Buh-bye~” One of his friends waved goodbye with a singsong voice.

“They’re all freaks. The whole family,” he slyly whispered loudly, purposely making the siblings hear. You frowned when Lo’ak stopped walking, only to turn back and approach Ao’nung with anger clearly visible from his eyes.

“Lo’ak.”

“I got this bro,” Lo’ak responded to his older brother calling his name in warning. Facing Ao’nung, he raised his left hand, “I know this hand is funny. Look, I’m a freak, it’s alien” he waved his pinky, making the group snicker at the ‘weird’ display. “But it can do something really cool, watch.” He slowly started to close his hand to form a fist, ”First I ball it up real tight like this, ‘kay? Then,” his balled up first met Ao’nung’s cheek, catching him off guard to pause for a few seconds at what had just occurred.

“It’s called a punch, bitch. Never touch my sister again,” he raised a finger in threat, only to be greeted with hisses and a tackle. Your eyes met Neteyam and Kiri’s, only to gasp when Neteyam shook his head and joined in.

“Oh dear,” you hissed when two of them pulled on Lo’ak’s tail, Ao’nung being the main instigator of the action. “This is stupid!” Kiri facepalmed in embarrassment, only to chortle at the childishness of the boys, making you follow her example as you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing out loud at how silly they all looked. It was not long before one of the villagers spotted the lot of you and helped stop the boys from worsening their injuries.

As soon as the fight is broken off, Neteyam and Lo’ak were dragged by their necks by Jake Sully himself, meanwhile Ao’nung successfully evaded his mother by calling an ilu together with his friends.

The eclipse had already begun when you went back to your home in order to assist your mother, spending time telling her of what had just occurred between your friends when an alarm resonated to gather the villagers. As soon as you were in the emergency gathering, you spotted Ao’nung being interrogated by his own parents and Jake Sully, along with a livid Neytiri, clutching Tuk’s hand.

“What’s going on, ‘Reya?” you inquired, spotting your friend behind her parents. Her eyes glistened with welled up tears, fear clearly written on her face. “It’s Lo’ak..” she started, repeating what Ao’nung confessed earlier.

You raised your hands to your mouth in shock, terrified at what you heard, “What do you mean Ao’nung left Lo’ak beyond the hunting grounds? No one but warriors are allowed there!” You swallowed at the thought of Lo’ak getting injured, or worse, losing his life in the middle of nowhere. You had witnessed Ao’nung’s tendency to play pranks countless times, but never did this particular idea strike your mind. You did not expect things to escalate this much.

Ao’nung met your gaze with his ears flattened down with regret and scrutiny at himself clearly on his face. You avoided his gaze in utter disappointment, exasperated at the endangerment of one of your friends. You thought he had done enough to make the family feel unwelcome, but this is going above and beyond the line. He had endangered the life of another na’vi. You could not bring yourself to meet his eyes without a scornful grimace on your face.

It was not long after until someone yelled that they had found Lo’ak, hugging Tsireya in relief, her tears streaming down her face. Lo’ak shook his head when he saw Ao’nung approaching him, getting blocked by his father’s distressed figure.

“Hey, let’s take a look at you,” Jake roamed his eyes on his son’s body, noticing a few scratches, proceeding to check on Lo’ak’s back to see if there were any notable injuries that needed immediate remedy. “He’s fine! It’s just a few scratches, he’s fine,” he finished examining, Neytiri coming into view with concern morphed into her face, turning into something akin to rage, “I pray for the strength that I will not pluck the eyeballs of my youngest son!” She hissed with a clawing gesture right at Lo’ak’s face, interjected by Tonowari. “No, my son knows better than to take him outside the reef.” He smacked a hand at Ao’nung’s nape, making him kneel before them, “the blame is his.”

“Okay, let’s go,” Jake shrugged off the statement, patting his son’s shoulder. “No, this is not Ao’nung’s fault,” Lo’ak intervened, obviously covering up for the olo’eyktan’s son. Ao’nung’s surprised expression made you shake your head at his foolishness, feeling bad for your friend for salvaging his bully’s honor. Lo’ak peered at him, back to Tonowari “Ao’nung actually tried to talk me out of it, really.” Tsireya only pursed her lips in shame for her brother’s poor decisions, urging her to walk away from the commotion. Soon enough, the rest of the villagers were dispersed, ending the day with you thanking Eywa that she has kept your friend safe, and with the thoughts of Ao’nung circling within your mind.

The next day, you were once again gathered in your usual spot to help the Sully siblings with their breathing. Although instead of training, the group had a newfound interest for talking, curious about Lo’ak’s frightening experience the prior day. You found out that Ao’nung has apologized to Lo’ak, regretful of his actions but also thankful that the boy covered up for his irrationality.

“The tulkun have not returned yet,” Ao’nung scoffed in disbelief, crouching down, “and anyway, no tulkun is ever alone”

“But this one was, he also had a– a missing fin! On the left side, like a stump” Lo’ak defended, pointing at his arm, a bit annoyed.

Your eyes met Rotxo’s in realization, “Lo’ak, did you just say the tulkun was missing a fin?” He nodded at you in hopes of finding more information about his friend, “You have met Payakan..” Tsireya gulped, afraid for him because of what the villagers know about Payakan.

“Payakan?”

Rotxo shook his head, fiddling with a shell, “A young bull who went rogue, he is an outcast. Alone, and he has a missing fin.” Tsireya held Lo’ak’s arm, “They say he is a killer.” Lo’ak frowned, “No, he saved my life–” “He killed na’vi, and other tulkun,” Ao’nung gritted his teeth, pointedly gesturing as if to emphasize his point. “Not here, but far to the south.” “Lo’ak, you are lucky to be alive,” Tsireya smiled as an attempt to ease his worries, but Lo’ak could only sigh, finding it ridiculous that none of his friends believed him.

“My baby brother, the mighty warrior who survived from Payakan!” Neteyam chuckled, patting his brother’s shoulders. “No, you guys aren’t listening,” “No I’m– I’m listening Lo’ak!” Tuk whined, reaching out for her brother.

You pressed your lips together, hugging yourself when Lo’ak stormed off. Blinking at his brother’s response, Neteyam went to sit beside you, offering a smile, “I guess he’s not so mighty to be this fed up in a span of minutes, huh?” You laughed, standing up to call it a day. “(y/n), you are not coming with us?” Tsireya asked, brushing off sand from her legs. “I think I am going to pass, I have not told my mother that we would be visiting,” you smiled apologetically, waving at the rest of the group. “I won’t be going as well,” Ao’nung said, standing up from his crouched position to walk towards you. He slung his arm around you, nodding at his sister, “Be back before the eclipse, Tsireya.” He shared a look with Rotxo, the latter snickering at his friend. “See you guys around,” you waved, starting to walk with Ao’nung.

You were talking to Ao’nung about his latest opinion on the Sully’s when a thought crossed your mind, something that you have been pondering since that night.

“Ao’nung, am I not desirable?”

Your question caught him off guard and stopped walking, “What?” Confusion. It was all written on his face. “I said, am I not desirable?” you repeated while facing him, slowly meeting his gaze with glossy eyes. You have been sought after before but when you turned 18, it was as if all of your redeemable qualities had disappeared. That you have become dull compared to the other girls your age. Keomä had bonded with Tifka. Rotxo is obviously pining for a certain girl. Tsireya and Lo’ak has something going on.

Ao’nung..

Ao’nung probably has someone in mind.

Your ears flattened down in shame, your insecurities resurfacing, doubts swallowing your heart as you searched for answers.

Were you not worthy of being loved?

Tears started to stream down when Ao’nung opened his mouth to answer. You were afraid that he might say something true that you cannot accept. You were afraid that he might ridicule you. You were afraid that you might be incapable of being loved. You were afraid that nobody would see you.

You were afraid that Ao’nung does not see you the way you see him.

Ao’nung let out an exasperated breath, reaching for your hands. “You are desirable.” He licked his bottom lip, “You are beautiful,” he breathed, “the most beautiful metkayina.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “You are good at healing, better than most in weaving.”

You laughed, sniffling at the sudden compliments. “You are not speaking the truth, Ao’nung. You do not have to say those to make me feel better,” you smiled, looking at the horizons instead of his eyes. You could hear the constant splashing of water against the sand, a sound that you have been accustomed with since you were little. The blues reflect the way of the ocean, colors that you have most seen in your whole life.

But you were not familiar with the way Ao’nung looked at you when you glanced back at his face. The look of yearning, as if he was pleading. Like there was a thing that he wanted to see.

That, he sees you.

Your heartbeat fastened at the thought. Of course not. He would not.

Interrupting you from more thinking, he spoke as if he was holding back “Do you have any idea why the others stopped trying to approach you?” You blinked at him, a few tears escaping from your eyes.

“I,” he inhaled sharply “I have told the others that I did not want them near you.” He brought his hand up to wipe at your tears, “I made it clear that they were not worthy of you,” your eyes clouded up again in realization.

“That I was the only one who can love you,” you gripped the arm that held your face, clutching it, afraid that you might slip away from this dream. “I do not want you to see others so I made it impossible for you to have other options than I.” Your lips quivered, “I see you, (y/n). You have owned my heart since we were children,” his face was slowly inching towards yours, “you make me feel tiny in this world,” he smiled like he was in pain, “you hold my whole being, like you would a shell in your collection.”

“You have so many people to choose from,” he closed his eyes, slowly closing the space between you, one centimeter at a time, “many shells to place in your song chord.” He opened his eyes once again when your foreheads met, “But, I want to be the one who will be in your life, recorded and embedded in your heart.”

His eyes themselves were becoming glossy, reflecting the hopeful expression on your face, slightly flushed but still just as beautiful as you were when he first met you. “I see you, (y/n). I see you like how the ilu sees the ocean,” you smiled, happy tears dropping at the mercy of his loving gaze, and finally your velvety voice reached his ears.

“I see you, Ma Ao’nung. I see you since the promise that I have spoken years ago,” without hesitation, your lips met, perfectly slotting together like puzzle pieces finally finding one another after years and years of searching. His plump lips smiling against yours, slowly but passionately finding its place on yours, so full of longing, and as you returned with fervor, his arm found itself wounding across your back, one of his hands gently caressing your jaw, tilting it to a newer angle, making you sigh as he made it clear how long he waited for you to know. For you to see him back.

Seconds felt like hours to the two of you, the background fading into nothingness when it was just the two of you, close together. Your lips parted to catch your breath, holding on to Ao’nung’s neck to balance your weakened knees. You smiled against Ao’nung’s lips, “So, all those years you were taking all of their chances for yourself?” He smirked, “A man cannot be too careful, they were simply not strong enough to go against me.”

“Or, you were simply not strong enough to handle it if I saw someone else,” you snorted at his deadpanning face. Your eyes widened in horror when you saw his face morph into something akin to a daring tsurak, his fangs visible from how wide his smile was, “You have five seconds.”

“5,” you tried to get out from his tight grasp, giggling when he started to nose at your neck,

“4,” he strengthened his grip, “not running away, pretty girl?”

You wheezed, feeling too ticklish when he moved his arms near your sensitive spots, “3,”

“2”

“Oh my Eywa, Ao’nung!” you squealed, failing to escape.

“1!”

“Ready or not, here I come!” he announced, making A’vire giggle nervously behind you. You smiled at his tiny hands gripping your tail, trying to hide his whole body from his father.

“Sa’nu, Aiwouì would not give me my tsurak back!” Ämepxìr cried, tugging at you as you bounced Aytretem in your arms making him giggle.

“Aiwouì, give your sister her toy back, or I will snap your spear in half.” You glared at your 4-year old son.

“Ma yawne, stop glaring at our son or he might just melt into a puddle,” Ao’nung pressed a kiss on your forehead, patting his son on the head, tearing up after being scolded.

“Remind me again, why did I go for you? Look at these little Ao’nungs! None of them look like me,” you whined, repeatedly glancing over your children to double check if they at least had an ounce of you.

He grinned, letting out a boisterous laugh when you let out a long sigh, “Maybe it is because I am stronger than you, (y/n).”

“Stronger?” you scoffed, “I see how it is. I hope you are strong enough to withstand the cold nights Ao’nung,” his eyes almost popped out of his skull in realization.

“No, ma– Yawntu, you know I was just–”

“I hope you have fun being strong by yourself outside my mat, Ao’nung.”

Yawne, Yawntu – Beloved

Sa'nu - Mom, mother

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pinknipszz · 4 months

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ugh yes! so few people write for ao'nung and you do it so well. politely requesting more ao'nung slice of life content (like your ficlet) pls

hahaha i'm here to DELIVER!!! it really helps that ao'nung is one of my favs. he's just so silly :') and I'm glad you like my previous ficlet! here's another just for you! 👩‍❤️‍👩

sugar, spice, and everything nice

“eugh, what is that?” ao’nung gagged with a twisted expression. he hunched over your crouched form, hands on his knees and all, to gape at the wet plants you have been grinding with your mortar and pestle. he tries to reach over, rather invasively, to collect the discolored sludge between his fingers before you finally look up and hiss at him, slapping his chest lightly. do not touch, your actions say.

he huffs and stands at full height, crossing his arms. “this is what you have me going out for? a bundle of plants that you can turn into slime? i wake up at the crack of dawn just to get them for you, you know.” your eyes narrow at the hint of playfulness in his tone, but ao’nung simply smirked back. you know the game he's playing at. he wants you to humor him.

you sigh, setting your tools aside to pull yourself up and brush off the dust on your knees.

“this slime fixes up your wounds.” you bring your hands to your hips to mock his challenging stance. “you wouldn’t be sleeping peacefully at night without it.” at that, ao’nung doesn’t do anything except keep his arms crossed and stare at you. bless the poor heart of any passerby who catches sight of their future leaders, eyeing each other like marine predators fighting for territory.

“besides, i doubt yours would look any better than mine.” you confidently add.

ao’nung took the bait the second those words left your pretty lips. there you two sat on the woven rug as he held his own mortar and pestle. you almost worried that the tools would fracture under the weight of his own strength as he clumsily grinded the wet paste. however, when you saw his concentrated expression, you bit back a growing smile.

it doesn’t really matter if he broke your tools somehow; you’d simply make new ones. it doesn’t matter if he spilled the staining paste all over your precious carpet; you’d gather more leaves to weave another. you’re willing to do all of that again and again, if it means being able to sit with ao’nung and giggle at his frustration.

(masterlist)

#avatar the way of water #atwow #atwow ao'nung #aonung x reader #aonung x you #aonung imagine #aonung #avatar 2 #metkayina reader #aonung x metkayina

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onskepa · 11 months

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Hi, i was wondering if you could do a small one-shot or hand cannon about platonic reader with tonowari’s family, as in she’s his and ronal’s daughter, maybe younger then ao’nung but older then tsireya? and everyone loves her and she’s like the favorite child and the whole village enjoys her presence kinda thing? lol i just wanna be the favorite child for once (thank you in advance if you decide to make this request!)

Hello sweetie! This one was cute to write! I enjoyed writing your request!

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Paskalin

It was a glorious bright day when the second child of Tonowari and Ronal was born. Their second child and their first daughter. As is the Metkayina clan, by customs and traditions, their sweet daughter was born within the ocean and by instinct swam up. Ronal's spirit sister, Roa, was there to see her sister's child come up for air.

It was a day to celebrate, Tonowari held his new born daughter in his big arms, showing her to the entire clan. Ronal was tired and was attended to by the other healers. Ao'nung was happy! he was a big brother and soon will have his new best friend to play with!

The celebration went on until night time arrived. Many na'vi went to Tonowari and Ronal, giving them gifts like clothes, toys, blankets, nutritional food for their new baby. Ronal felt very blessed by Eywa, thanking her great mother and has said many prayers dedicated to Eywa.

As time went on, their dear daughter was growing up with a compassionate heart, would smile and laugh at the simplest of things. When Tonowari was throwing the net out to the sea, his sweet child would laugh. When Ronal would weave some shells, causing them to make sounds, the sweet child would laugh. Her laughter was medicine to her parents ears, a joyous sound they would never get tired of.

Ao'nung would take his big brother title very seriously, while he was only 2 years older, the boy would do his best to take care of his baby sister, even if he fails hilariously. Ronal feels at ease that her son would watch over his cute sister, but at times Ao'nung either forgets, or cant comprehend that his sister isn't old enough to do certain things yet.

One of them being little Ao'nung tried to put his baby sister on his fathers skimwing. Had it not been for one of the warriors noticing, things would have gone bad.

Once the baby began to walk, it was a sight to remember forever. Tonowari, Ronal, and Ao'nung were each doing something in their home, when just suddenly, their sweet girl began to get up, and slowly but surly, began to take her first steps. Ronal gasped, making her mate and son see what she is seeing.

And then there was a competition on who can get the girls attention. Tonowari won, when his daughter walking towards him and into his arms, he was happy. He spined her around, lifting her up in he air, saying his thanks to Eywa, he was a proud father.

Once the girl got better at walking, she would follow either one of her family. Would follow her mother to help others, and would try her best to do the same. The people in the clan were touched by the compassion the young baby has.

She would follow her father, and would grab a stick pretending it was her own spear. Tonowari would show her how to hold it and her little chest would puff out in pride. Making tonowari do the same.

She would also follow her big brother Ao'nung and his best friend Rotxo. They would play in a safe spot so she can play too, hanging out with the ilu's or swim a bit. She loved having fun.

Soon the entire clan would nick name the young girl, "Paskalin" a fitting name. When Paskalin was 4 years old, her baby sister, Tsireya was born. Paskalin and Ao'nung were so happy! a new siblings and a new play mate!

Tsireya was a sweet girl, and her idol was her big sister. Tsireya would follow Paskalin more than she would with Ronal. Tsireya loved her big sister and would follow her manners. From how softly spoken, to how to gently tend to the people.

Tsireya is among the many who love Paskalin, for she was wise, sweet, compassionate, loving and very beautiful. She was the gem of the island. Tonowari and Ao'nung would push away any young na'vi men who wish to court their beloved Paskalin. Ronal sees that no one is worthy or good enough for her first born daughter. Tsireya believes if given a chance, her sister would find the right mate.

Paskalin however, is in no rush to find a mate, or to be the Tsahik. She merely desires to enjoy her life on her beloved island and help those in need. Paskalin would be what many call, Eywa's blessing. And many agree.

Paskalin = 'honey' (term of endearment) lit.: sweet berry

And that is it for this one! This was cute ngl. Enjoy!

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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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Okay Ao'nung falls in love with Sully na'vi fem Reader who is albino and doesn't know why but catches himself staring at them at every chance he gets because he's never seen anyone like her before and his friends say something rude but he shuts that down quickly and is immediately trying to court her and Reader is surprised because no one at her old village showed an interest in her (she's the oldest Sully kid) and he's genuinely surprised because who wouldn't want to court someone so gorgeous (I haven't seen any fics of albino na'vi reader) fluffy ending!

PEARL

summary: you never received much romantic attention in your clan, so the least you expected was the son of the metkayina to get violent for you.

contents: 1.7k words, fem!sullyreader, swearing, fighting, bullying, wee bit of angst, fluffy ending

authors note: thankyou for always interacting bae i love u and this req. hopefully it is good <3 i lowkey struggled lmao. ALSO this photo of him woof woof

You were different. You knew that. Everyone around you knew that. Your skin was pale, derived of the usual blue, eyes, and hair so light that it glimmered in the sunlight. A sight to behold, ‘Eywa knew the world needed your light.’ As your father said.

You were the first one of your people to look like this. Mo’at assumed it was because your father was born of the sky-people, but it was just an appearance level change, you were the same as everyone else in the inside, so people treated you as such.

You were treated just like everyone, never excluded, ridiculed, or made fun of. Well, who would do that to the daughter of Toruk Makto. Though, you noticed as you got older that the Omaticaya men never looked at you the way they would look at your friends, no googly eyes were sent your way or efforts of courtship. No late night walks or little gifts. Your love life was barren, no sprout or seedling of love budding in sight.

So, when your family up and left your home, everything you ever knew. You expected one thing to be the same. That there would be no mate waiting for you in your new home, just as there wasn’t one in your old home.

Ao’nung noticed the commotion that was emerging at the shores of his village, the sounds of horns blaring as the hunters started to come in from the sea. His curiosity bested him as his body moved unconsciously to investigate. Only to be met with the Toruk Makto and his family begging for refuge.

Their skin was a darker blue, figures lean and tails small and weak. What would they bring here that would benefit the clan at all? He thought to himself, they were weak, useless.

He focused on the intense conversation between the pairs of parents. Tension so strong it could have been pierced with a spear. But a spear didn’t break the tension surrounding Ao’nung. No. It was him catching sight of you.

It was like his body went into shock, a current running through him from head to toe. His brain felt as if it was buzzing, the only thought was of you. His father told him once about this feeling he got when he first saw his mother. Was this the feeling? Was the feeling meant to be towards a forest freak?

You were so different. Different to his people, different to your people. You were truly a sight to behold. Like a beautiful pearl, that was hiding amongst the depths of blue coral. He felt his world shatter as he saw you, your beauty was truly memorizing. It didn’t matter if your arms and tail were weak, he needed to get to know you.

You had been at the village for a month or so now. It was nothing like home, the sand felt weird on your feet, the water was never the same temperature, and the people never stopped staring. Something you missed so dearly from home is even if you were different, you were still Omaticaya. Here you weren’t Metkayina, you barely looked Na’vi to them. So all it ended in was occasion ridicule from the teenage boys when your younger brothers weren’t around to protect you.

Though in the time you had been here. You had grown closer to the chief’s son, Ao’nung. He made it a commitment to talk to you every day, whether it was small talk, or a late night walk. You couldn’t tell when you started to develop feelings for him. You assumed you only did because he was the first person who ever showed you the courtesy of manners, even if he was hostile to your brothers. He became someone who you could be with, to protect yourself from the teenage ridicule.

In your month, you had found yourself a favourite spot to sit and look at the waves. Resting yourself against a tall tree, bark itchy against your soft back as you dig your toes into the sand below you. Still trying to get used to the odd texture. It was somewhat peaceful, the sound of the waves. Not as calming as the sounds of rain in the forest, pitter pattering on the leaves. But it was still peaceful.

However, it was short-lived. The sounds of waves being crushed by the sounds of quiet mutterings behind you.

“Is she sick? She isn’t even the same as her family of freaks?”

“She reflects in the sun dude! That’s so fucked up.”

“She’s barely Na’vi she’s basically a vvrtep” The statements were followed with a couple of quiet chuckles. You wondered if they knew you could hear them. They probably relished in it honestly.

Though you tried to not let the comments get to you, they pained you to hear. It hurt to hear such degradation. Pushing the tears back until the suffocated you, is what it felt like to act tough in front of them.

But the quiet mutters and chuckles suddenly turned into loud thumps and yells as commotion started to brew behind you.

“Y’know what’s fucked up? Your face after I beat you shitless.” Scurrying from your spot you watched the fight in front of you. There was Ao’nung, riled up and furious, beating his friends face in after he mocked you.

“Brother what is wrong with you?!” His friend hysterically questioned as he fought off Ao’nung’s fists, getting one punch straight to the Ao’nung’s nose.

“You do not speak of her like that.” Ao’nung was seething, his words coming out as a hiss spitting in his friend’s face. As he was now being held back by his other friend, fists drenched in the blood of his ‘friend.’

“Oh, fuck me! Bit hypocritical you skxwang! Did her skin blind you and make you go insane?!” Ao’nung hissed in his face, spitting blood at him.

You were watching in horror. The bloody mess of these men was almost nauseating to look at as you realised this was because of you. The feeling of dread overcame you as your clouded mind drowned out their boisterous yelling. You held onto the fabric of your shirt, fiddling with the beads as you stared towards the men, not focused on anything but a overwhelming feeling of guilt.

“If you like that freak so much, why don’t you go and talk to her. She must be so charmed by you beating the shit out of me Ao’nung.” Leaving Ao’nung in a huff his friends bashed shoulders as they walked past him back to the village to get help.

Ao’nung was now only focused on the way your body awkwardly swayed as you stared towards him. Truthfully, he came over to talk to you. He wanted to gift you this bracelet he had hand woven with a small pearl intertwined in the rope, so he could say it was beautiful and reminded him of you. Yet he feels as if he had messed up any chance he had of being flirtatious with you, after he is covered in the blood of a friend.

“Ao’nung.” It was a meek whisper, it scratched as it came out of your throat. Not able to create eye-contact with him. His stare still being too intimidating, the way it made your heart flutter.

“Yes.” He breathed it out, as if he had just exhaled a breath after being under water for hours. His voice begging for you to look up at him.

“Are you alright?” Gaining the courage to look up at his bruised face you wince. His nose was bleeding as his lip was slightly split. His friend can obviously punch.

“I’m fine Y/N.” He smiled down at you, looking at the way your eyes poured out concern the more you assessed his injuries.

“You are stupid. Let them talk. You talk just like them.” Tone harsh as if you were scolding a child. In response, he sulked like a child pouting his lips.

“They were being rude. I can’t let people talk about the one I admire like that. It’s not what a good mate would do.” As he let out his last sentence he fiddled with the bracelet he knotted around his loincloth, so he didn’t lose it.

You were puzzled. Good mate? Was he interested in you? Were his efforts romantic not just the obscure kindness?

“What do mean by that Ao’nung?” Your eyes followed his hand as he placed the bracelet in your hands. His fingertips were rough, they felt as if they were burning, setting your heart ablaze as he gazed at you.

“I’ve always thought pearls were beautiful, just like you.” He was never this nervous, the cocky smirk he usually adorned was wiped off his face as he nervously awaited your response.

“I’m not beautiful Ao’nung we both know that.” He shook his head as he continued to tie the bracelet around your wrist, making sure to linger his fingers on your skin as often as he could.

“You are the most beautiful woman I think I’ve ever seen, you are more gorgeous than any woman in this village.” He was holding onto your hands as if you’d fly away if he let go.

“No one’s ever said that to me before.” Ao’nung was bewildered, it was shocking to him. But he tried to not let his shock ruin the intense stare he was giving you, trying to convey the most sincerity as possible.

“Then I’ll happily be the first. And I’ll be the one calling you beautiful forever, if you accept my courting gift.” He waited eagerly for your response, it felt as if time was dragging along. His heart constricting the longer you were silent.

“Of course, I do. The bracelet is as stunning as you, how could I reject the man who stood up to be against his friends.”

“Yeah you’d have to be pretty stupid.” You scowled and gave him a playful pinch. “Ow! Y/N!”

“You ruined the moment!”

“I’ll ruin the moment more by kissing you with my bloody face!” You squealed in disgust as you shook your head.

“Absolutely not. Come with me, I’ll clean you up.” He followed you swiftly, making sure to intertwine his fingers in with yours.

“Yes ma’am.”

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