#aonung angst

[kurogxrix]

Fire Drill

Dad!Ao’nung x Sully!reader

IN WHICH yours and Ao’nung’s son is killed during Quaritch’s attack, but your family is here to help you pick up the pieces.

WC: 3.3k

warnings: ANGST, grief of a son and a brother, death, violence and gory injuries.

2 years. The little amount of time that you had been given before Quaritch and his team came to wreak havoc amongst your family once more. It seemed like your parents killing him once had not been enough, because his appearance made him look hungry for another death. Though you were all happy now, far away from the menace of his heavy ammo and the menacing gun that was slung upon his shoulder. 

The first few weeks of living within the Metkayina had been so hard for you and your family. Between Lo’ak and Kiri being treated far worse for having human features, and the hard time you and your mother were having with fitting in with their traditions. The Tsahik had not been any softer on you despite the mistreatment that your family already faced. She despised your family of ‘demons’ and probably your mother too because she was affiliated and had children with one. 

Your siblings and you had found comfort within the presence of the sweet Tsireya and Rotxo. Neteyam and yourself often found yourselves laughing quietly at your obviously in-love brother. Though you couldn’t make fun of him for too long, because you too had started developing something for the local Metkayina bully. 

Something about his arrogance just made him so annoying yet attractive. Maybe it was his confidence, or the way he would tease you unrelentingly. Nevertheless, you just couldn't let anyone know of your silly crush for now, because if it fell upon the ears of the future olo’eyktan, you knew that he’d never let you live it down. Weeks had passed and your interest towards the boy could only grow more and more as the days passed by.

Though now, only with the teasing remarks of your family. Neteyam was always known for the keen eye that your mother had passed down to him, and it didn’t take long for him to notice the longing stares that you would send the rude boy. Long story short, he told Lo’ak and your little brother and his humongous mouth just couldn’t keep shut. To say that your mother was disappointed in your choice of men was an understatement, but she had allowed herself to fall in love with the person that she had wanted, so why couldn’t you? 

Jake was…shocked to say the least. You had never audibly expressed your interest in any boy back at home, and here you were now. Though he knew that there was nothing that he could do to stop his 18 year old daughter from pursuing her heart's desires, because he had done so with Neytiri. 

Your sisters had a calmer approach about the subject, rather asking you about it during some private gossip session that you had with them. 

So after many months of hidden admiration spent, you still wondered how you had managed to end up under him in the middle of the forest behind their homes. Far from reach of everyone else, in the middle of the Metkayina mating grounds. His chests heaved up and down as he regained his breath, staring down at you with his stern lustful gaze. 

An accidental confession and two young adults on the run from prying eyes was all it took for the both of you to run off and bond before eywa, queues intertwined with the feeling of love running thick through both of your veins. You’d laugh at yourself months ago if you had told yourself that you even had a chance with Ao’nung, but here you were now, mated for the rest of your lives. 

The walk of shame felt rewarding in some way the next day, you had proved to Ronal and Tonowari that you feared them not, even if it meant being bonded to their son. Now you were all family, if they wanted it or not. Ao’nung and you had moved into your own private marui, and you were shoved into your mother’s loving embrace one last time as you packed your things and moved into your new home. Everything was perfect at first, a feast was soon established for the news of your mateship, and soon came another for the news of your bearing. 

A baby, conceived through the love that you both shared. The endless nights that you both spent hidden away from the rest of the world, tightly squeezed in each other’s embrace as you slept the night off. Many were unaccepting at first, a demon hybrid and their future olo’eyktan? How absurd. But soon everyone calmed down, and time passed faster than you would’ve liked it to. 

-

Fires spread throughout the whole village, heavy flames engulfing the beautiful village in its soaring arms. When you arrived back at shore, your heart was already void of all emotions. You felt as though it was bleeding, and the death of your brother felt like the knife that poked through the midst of it. You wanted it to burn with anger towards the sky people for taking your younger brother’s life, but you just couldn’t feel anything. 

The brother that you had watched being birthed, cleaned and placed wailing into your young arms had been violently taken before you. It was unfair, but he was in a better place now, away from the cruelty of this world. You couldn’t imagine how your parents felt, losing their first son before their very own eyes. How guilty your little brother must've felt for everything. Though you forced your sorrows away because you had a family of your own to attend to. 

Your son was still with his caretaker, and your mate probably had wounds that needed tending. Suddenly, the acrid scent of burning hit your nostrils, making you scrunch your nose in disgust. The fumes entered through your lungs like the much wanted air, and exited like the carbon that you would need to exhale. 

Your yellow eyes shone a warm amber colour as your eyes were strained amongst the fiery scene before you. The flames engulfed the stretching material of the maruis, spreading at an undying pace. You were frozen in your spot as you watched the fire turn your homes into remainders of what once was. Your mind raced as you imagined the worst of all scenarios. 

You flinched upon contact, elbowing hardly whoever had just grabbed you by the elbows. You turned around to meet their eyes, distress swirling in your very own. Ao’nung nearly fell back at your unwanted assault, huffing as you elbow left quite the fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Not the good kind of feeling. He looked at you before reaching for you once more, though you were unresponsive to his touch. 

Once the smell of burning reached his nose, his attention was completely retracted from your frozen form. He suddenly urged forwards, grabbing your hand harshly into his as he ran towards the maruis. He ran faster than he had ever done, because there was a nagging feeling of fear lodged deep inside his heart. 

You could feel your heart physically stop as you arrived in front of your shared marui, the stretchy material of your home now falling apart under effect of the burning. What scared you the most was the silence. As much as it pains you to say, you would’ve rather heard the painful yells of your baby than the wavering silence. 

Without hesitation, Ao’nung entered the marui first. He had little to no reaction as a piece of burning material from the roof fell ungracefully over his arm, leaving a small and ugly mark behind. Him halting in his steps was enough to bring you back to life and rushing to the scene besides him.

Though the sight before you was what no mother would ever wish to see. The woman that was once protecting your son now laid lifeless besides the weaved crib that was made from dried sea plants. The smell of death was atrocious, and you had immediately known that she had not died due to the unfortunate fires. She had been murdered by those sky demons. 

You had no care nor time to turn her around to investigate her cause of death. Though you were happy that you didn’t see the violent wound that ran down her back, a long cut that passed from the top to the bottom of her spine. Her blood seeped to the floor and tainted the material, and you could only wish then that it wasn’t Aytan’s, your son. 

She was bare and open from the back for anyone to see if they dared to flip her around. You were glad that you didn’t need to, because the sight of her guts spilling all over your feet would’ve surely made you regurgitate your meal all over her mutilated body. 

Instead your eyes panned for painfully long on your son that laid still in his crib. Void of any movement or life, you felt as though now you would puke. 

His skin was cursed with burn marks that overtook nearly half of his body. He looked so miserable and even if he was still alive at the moment, you would wonder if saving him would do him any good. The once soft baby skin now looked roughy and flaky. 

He was still so small that he could barely fit into the two palms of his father’s hands, but he was big enough to fit perfectly in your smaller ones. 

Perfectly safe and healthy in his mothers embrace is where he should’ve been right now, not like this. 

You looked over to Ao’nung for some unreasoned confirmation that your son was truly dead, but he wasn’t even looking at you. Instead, his lifeless eyes hovered over the charred child that laid innocently in his crib. He couldn’t even make a move to grab the baby, because he was frozen in anguish.

You couldn’t even remember when you had started crying, or when your cries had turned into desperate sobs and prayers towards Eywa. You couldn’t even remember when Ao’nung’s family had found the both of you safe and sound into the marui that once called a home, now in shambles beneath your feet. All you remembered was grasping your son with all force that you had left and praying to the Great-Mother down on your knees, and the painful tears that rolled down your husband’s cheeks.

Though there weren’t more than 3 tears that he had shed, it was 3 too much. He wouldn’t have cried if those damned demons didn’t follow your family here, but yet there he was. He too couldn’t even remember when his mother had embraced him, but she had done so. 

There were so many things that the both of you had regretted not doing on that night. Like staying back to protect your son by yourselves. You both resented yourselves for the fact that the last time the both of you would ever hold him this way would be at his funeral, followed by your brother’s. 

-

Everything was quiet since that night, at least for you. It was too much loss for your fragile heart to comprehend all at once. Was your brother’s death not enough, have they had to take your innocent son’s life as well. Your poor son that had just been presented to the clan

You were scared. Scared of so many things that you could not control. You feared what Ao’nung thought of you, did he hate you for not being there with you son? Maybe if you were, you could’ve protected him unlike the incompetent babysitter that you had left him with. No, you shook your head from those nasty thoughts. It was wrong of you to think ill of that woman, she had been present with your son until her unfortunate death. 

Your fears turned into trepidation as your husband made his way towards you, a plate of fish in his wobbly hands. 

Ao’nung was so angry at many things. He was angry at himself for not being there with his son. He felt mad at the poor woman for not having the ability to protect his innocent son. Though most of all, he felt vexed at you for freezing up on that day. He told himself that perhaps if you had not taken so much time to snap back to your senses, your son would somehow still be here.

He knew that it was wrong of him to think like this, he knew that even if you had acted faster, his son would still be laying unresponsive at his return. He knew that feeling angry at his innocent wife was wrong, that none of this had to do with you being at fault. He hates himself for having these unwanted feelings and thoughts, and at times Ao’nung truly wishes that he could silence his subconscious. 

He hated himself for internally blaming you even after watching you drown in remorse. Even after watching you sob over your dead son’s frail body. And even though it had been hours since the funeral of your brother and son, your tears still ran freely on your delicate cheeks.

They stained your dark skin and they strained your eyes that could do nothing to stop the flow. Ao’nung felt his guilt triple in size as he sat next to you, your body instinctively shaking as he engulfed you in his warm embrace. For he had always been your pillar of reconfort and the person that you allowed yourself to feel vulnerable within. 

He hushed you gently as you sobbed into his arms, his heart shattering once more as you cried to him. You were unsoothable but he hadn’t complained once, instead he gave you the comfort that you seeked so much. You felt guilty too, because you were not the only person going through grief. Who would be there to comfort Ao’nung when you were crying in his embrace?

Though when you made your worries audible, he was quick to shut them down. He wanted to be strong for you, for his family and mostly for himself. He told you not to worry, that he was okay as long as you were and soon your insecurities of him hating you vanished through the soft breeze. Ao’nung didn’t hesitate to remind you of how strong your love was and that you’d both get through it.

You both slept with heavy hearts at night, unable to close your aching eyelids until they fell on their own with exhaustion. His arms never left your form and you slept with your head on his chest, finding comfort in the sound of his beating heart.

-

You felt jealous at first, heart black and full of envy as you watched young mothers with their children. Hell, even the older mothers made your heart clench with resentment. And though you knew it was selfish of you to despise mothers for simply existing, there was little that you could do to make the feeling go away. 

You couldn’t face the sight of the young children that trudged behind their mothers and soon it began affecting your Tsahik performances. How could you heal children and mothers and assist labourers when you couldn’t even stand the sight of them anymore. 

It was unfair, so unfair for everyone but you knew that it was the way that life went. You knew that you couldn’t keep on closing yourself off like this, that you had to be accepting of what had happened and face reality. 

So accepting was what you had done. Slowly by slowly, you have started rebuilding your life with the help of people around you. Your mother was the most understanding person, because she had lost so much already. She had lost her son just as you had, but she had never once reprimanded you for grieving. She had never forced you to speak up to her, she had never resented you for feeling the way you did.

You had learnt that it was not the end of the world, and that one day you’d be better, you’d all be better. Neteyam and Aytan’s death were not in vain, for the Great-Mother always had a plan for everyone. If it was her will, then so be it, there was nothing that you could do to undo what was done anyways. 

Tuk had been the sweetest girl during that moment, and it never failed to bring tears in your eyes at how understanding she was. She was so young and you were sad that a part of her youth was taken away from her because of this ongoing war. 

You could never thank your brother and father enough for being there for you despite the guilt that weighed them down, pushing so hard that they could only bear to stand on their knees.

Though solace could only work in both ways, and you were just as there for them as they were there for you. Aytan was just as much their family member as Neteyam was, and they were allowed to grieve the loss of your son as well. It took time for you all to find peace within this feeling of forfeiture, but you all knew that one day, things would be okay. 

-

You watched as Ao’nung made his way towards his people, a prideful smile adorning his face as his gaze turned to you. His eyes were full of adoration as he stared at you, then to the little bundle of joy and baby fat that was lying comfortably in his arms. 

He stood before his people clad in his traditional clothes that were used during feasts and announcements of this type. 

The child in his arms stirred awake at the disturbance, whining slightly for her mother. The sound reached your ears and for a second you worried for your daughter, but you knew that nothing bad could happen to her as long as she was in her father’s arms. 

The child's stomachs growled loudly for a second and you had to bring your hand in front of your mouth to stifle your laughter. She had just been fed a few minutes before this and yet her hunger caught up to her once more. A trait that she had acquired from his father, you had to cook 3 times your own fish portion to properly feed his warrior’s stomach. 

Ura was a child that would soon grow to walk on clumsy legs, a child that was yours. Though a part of yourself was gone forever, tearing a piece of your heart along with it. You knew that the pain of losing your first child would never really go away, but you'd always have your family to help you get through it. You had a wonderful mate, that you relied your entire life within his hands, and a family that knows the ways past your heart. 

You watched as Ao’nung raised your 3 weeks old daughter into the air, her chubby little arms raising in amusement. The sound of her name pierced through your ears and soon the chants began to fill your heart with joy and pride. You couldn’t help the warm smile that overtook your features as you watched your daughter being presented to the entire clan, your family close behind you. 

Your mother held a hand over her chest, where her heart was. Her smile mirrored yours and the pride on her face could compete versus the one that she felt when you were the one being shown to her clan. Your father and siblings were close to her. Lo’ak now shone with new tribal tattoos, ones similar to yours as they dipped from his chin and all the way down his leg. 

His mateship with Tsireya was soon made public, and you felt a pang in your heart when you knew that you couldn’t tease him about it with Neteyam anymore. Though you swallowed your sorrows, feeling happy for your baby brother. Your sister in law stood besides your brother, her eyes glued to her newborn niece. A child that she knew that she just absolutely would spoil when she would learn to stand on her own feet. 

Perhaps things would get hard at times, and the reminiscences of your son would be permanent, but you had a loving family that would always help you fill the void. 

-

[persefolli]

HII!!, i just randomly thought of this, but have you watched the barbie movie? and yk the song with Billie eilish "what was I made for" like what if reader was in a toxic relationship before their relationship with this new character(could be neteyam or ao'nung, or your choice of character) where readers ex boyfriend didn't care for readers feelings, and is really toxic is all, so reader hides her emotions/trauma from her new lover, like with the lines in the song "im sad again, don't tell my boyfriend, it's not what his made for" and so readers new lover finds out about this and like reassures her that she can always share her feelings with them and ykyk, Anyways It's just a thought, you don't have to do it, oh but please do😭

𝐀/𝐧: 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨���𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞… 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥." 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝." 𝐈 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐨'𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫

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𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You watched as Ao’nung soared through the water with his friends, riding their skimwigs as they passed a ball back and forth, playing a traditional game of water polo. You would’ve been playing, or at least in the line with the other girls who were bound to play the next round but a nauseating feeling has been bothering you for the past few days. 

It had been at least half a year since you and your family sought Uturu in Awa’atlu. Being raised in a forest and suddenly being stripped of your home in a matter of hours made it hard to adjust. Yes, you should’ve been used to it now, but even after all this time you just…couldn't connect. 

You connected well with Ao’nung, and you loved him, but not everyone supported the relationship. He was the Olo’eyktans son, and you were the demon's daughter. Safe to say it caught everyone, including you, off guard when he began to pursue you. It also caused a little drama between you and the other girls on the reef. You didn’t know much about his dating history, but allegedly there was a singular girl he was supposed to court. Especially since he would be Olo’eyktan in the future if not Tsireya. That girl hated you, and she didn’t try to hide it either.

You felt them staring, the girl and her clique staring as you sat alone in the sand watching your boyfriend. Their eyes made the sun beam harder, and the heat of it all made your head pound. You wanted Ao’nung to come over. To whisk you away or to tell them off, but you repressed yourself. 

After all, you were probably being emotional. Just like your last boyfriend said. It was normal for him to berate you after pulling him away from his “duties”. He dumped you after a year or so for being “too clingy” and “too emotional” and said that it was probably your fathers demon blood that made you "do that stuff" since the Sully family was full of “freaks”. 

This did not slide with your parents at all. You begged them to not escalate the situation but they just couldn't help it. Jake began putting the boy through more rigorous training and your mother became more vocal with her distaste of making him a warrior. In the moment, they might have thought they were helping, but in reality it only supported your exes claims. 

So when you got here to Awa’atlu and got labeled as ‘freaks’ and ‘demons’ it brought you back to what you already were back at home.

You stood and began walking away from the beach, feeling more self conscious than usual. You hated the feeling, and when you were left alone for too long your mind began to wander. The subconscious thought of you and Ao’nungs relationship not ending on good terms haunted you, and you were desperate to rid yourself of those thoughts. You found yourself lingering and strolling over to the tropical first of Awa’atlu, the closest to home you could get. Your fingertips brushed over the coiled flowers and brushes, giving you that sense of fulfillment. 

You and Kiri had a similar connection and love for nature, but lately she’s been getting her stimulation from the sea. 

Sitting on the ground, and laying against the damp grass, you looked at the sky that was bordered by palm trees and distant birds flying. You tried to manipulate your reality by imagining the thicker forestry and the sounds of animals hooting and hollering in the distance, but you couldn't. 

The trees felt like a dark hole. A circle of a place you could never call home. You sighed deeply, and tried to make most of what you had.

Not even an hour in, you heard the crunching of grass get louder. You internally groaned, knowing it was Ao’nung. 

Without a word, he laid next to you, staring up into the sky as you were. 

“You gotta stop running off on me like that.” He said silently.

“I didn’t mean to…I just…got distracted.”

Ao'nung felt a pit in his stomach himself. He knew you were lying. Even though he teased and joked around with you a lot. He knew it was time to sit and talk to you. 

“You’re lying.” He said bluntly. “You’re depressed.”

You said nothing, letting his words sink in. You’d come to that conclusion a while ago, but you avoided saying it out loud. 

“Is it because of me?”

“No.” You said immediately. 

“It's the reef. Isn't it? You miss your home.”

“I do miss my home.” You nodded.

The both of you fell silent again. Waiting for the other to say something. Neither one of you were good with stuff like this. 

“Why do you never talk to me?” He asked. “You never talk about your life in the forest.”

“It would be just as bad as talking about my experience here. I don’t fit in anywhere.”

Ao’nung let out a chuckle. “Without the angsty teen typical ‘I don’t fit in” bullshit.” He started, which caused you to let out a genuine laugh. Maybe it was corny. “I want you to tell me. Life before the reef. Life before me.”

“Are you sure you want to hear it?”

Ao'nung rolled over to turn to you and you did the same, looking over at him.

“Of course I want to hear Y/n.” He said with furrowed eyebrows. “I want to hear every little stupid idea and thought in your head. You need to let me in. I want you to let me in.”

You felt a pang of guilt surge through your body. This was the first time he…or anyone has said anything like that to you before. Here you were, treating him like your ex where you could share nothing personal, and this entire time he wanted you to. 

“Well now I feel bad.” You mumbled.

He whirled his fingers around a strand of your hair and smiled. “You don’t need to. I know how anxious you get.”

With a deep breath, you began rambling. Talking more than you had in the past year. You told him everything, from sleeping in bioluminescent gardens and very public fights with your ex. You talked about the events leading up to arriving at Awa'atlu, along with a sprinkle of your dad’s backstory. 

You told him about how you felt ashamed to be his girlfriend, especially with how the other people on the reef felt about your family. 

In all, you probably talked his ear off for an hour. But the craziest thing is that he sat and listened to every word. Nodding along, even interjecting a few times to validate your feelings and thoughts. 

With each word and look of affirmation you felt a large weight lifting off of your shoulders, even relieving pressure you didn’t even know was there. Your chest wasn't tight, and you didn’t feel nauseous.

“See? That didn’t kill you.” Ao’nung said with a soft smile. “We’re not all dicks you know.” He placed his hand on the dip of your waist. “You just got paired with a shitty first boyfriend…and it sucked.”

You bit your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, listening to Ao’nung give you the much needed reassurance. “I may not be able to save you or help you with every issue you come across on the reef, but I'll do my best to protect you from anything I can control.” He patted your waist. 

After talking, especially now. You felt pretty stupid that you had pre-judged your boyfriend and thought that he wouldn't care. This whole time, all you wanted was someone to understand you. He most likely noticed you were falling into a pit before you did yourself. 

“Hey,” He poked your forehead. “We build from here. We both have no idea what we’re doing.”

“You definitely don't.” You giggled. 

He flicked your nose before standing and pulling you upwards, pulling you to god knows where.

[eitaababe]

SOMEBODY ELSE !

— chapter 17. you.

a/n — all i have to say is fucking finally

series masterlist. | previous / next

written portion below. —

you sat there anxiously, awaiting a response from neteyam. it had been a little over ten minutes since you sent the text, and while you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, you know he didn't have any scheduled practice or class today, and was probably on his phone the whole day.

you refused to check your phone anymore, and instead sat on your couch in silence, not bothering to turn on the tv as you knew you wouldn't be able to concentrate.

a sudden knock on the door pulled you out of your nerves, with you silently thanking eywa for the distraction from neteyam once you opened the door.

it proved to not be that much of a distraction, after all.

"neteyam? what are you doing here?"

he was leaning against your doorframe, hair ruffled and clearly was in a hurry. he was wearing his casual sweatpants, and a fitted shirt that hugged his figure just right everywhere—

his voice quickly snapped you out of your trance, with you silently scolding yourself for checking him out at a time like this. "i came over as soon as i saw your text," he panted, wiping the sweat off his forehead. you subtly tilted your head, did he seriously run on his way here? "something was wrong with the elevators so i took the stairs up."

you winced, the thought of running up three flight of stairs would've had you sweating buckets compared to the few droplets coating his forehead.

"i'm so sorry." you blurted suddenly, without thinking, leaving a confused neteyam standing in front of you.

"for the elevator? i mean it's not really like you had control of that—"

"no, i'm sorry it took me so long to reach out. i didn't know you came here to talk that night. ao'nung lied to me and i didn't even find out about it until earlier today."

"oh," he sighed, and what looked like relief washed over his features. "no need to apologize. all that matters is you're ready to talk to me now."

you sent a shy smile his way, opening the door further as an invitation for him to come in. he accepted, walking in and awkwardly standing by one of the barstools in the kitchen.

not wanting to waste any more time, neteyam spoke up. "i should've never accused ao'nung of doing those things. especially doing them to you. i should never have believed violet, i never even really liked her in the first place, if i'm being honest," he chuckled, running a hand through his braids. "she was full of shit, i just— i wouldn't be able to stand it if he was actually like that, and if i knew you were in some sort of trouble with him."

"i get it," you softly spoke, leaning forward onto the counter across from neteyam. "he's not though. and yeah, what he did just now was kind of fucked up, and i practically blew up in his face just now," you paused, laughing at the shocked look on neteyam's face. "but you have to start trusting my judgement. if something bad happens then it happens, and i learn a lesson from that. but you can't control my love life, neteyam."

"you're right," he agreed, not missing a beat. the boy cleared his throat, fingers nervously tapping along the edge of the counter. "i just want what's best for you, you know? and i'm sorry if i come off like a dick sometimes because of it, and i don't even realize, but i swear i'll start trying harder to just leave your problems to you."

you smiled gratefully at him, then furrowing your brows in confusion. "wait, if you didn't even like violet, then why'd you date her?"

neteyam froze in front of you, not knowing how to response. you paused, scared that you overstepped just before he sighed, meeting your eye.

"it's dumb, really. it was a part of lo'ak's stupid plan to get me to move on."

your heart skipped a beat, chest rising up and down with your breaths. "move on from who?" you carefully asked. from what you knew, you were the last person before violet who neteyam had been romantically involved with.

he stilled for a moment, letting your heart soar for just a split second at the mere thought that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same.

"from you."

FUN FACTS !

— kiri, lo'ak, and tsireya have a bet on who y/n will end up with and kiri was the only one who placed her bet on ao'nung

— neteyam legit sprinted up those stairs, off-season is hitting him like a truck rn cause he was WINDED

— ao'nung saw neteyam's car come in on his way out

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[aboutescapism]

enjoy the silence | ao’nung.

ao’nung x fem!sully!reader

part one | next part

synopsis: Nothing could break your sunshine personality, not even your family’s abrupt move to Pandora’s reefs. But, the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik’s son of the Metkayina, who you’ve fallen at first sight for, greatly tested that. 

genre: fluff, angst.

contains: pining from reader; toward ao’nung, mentions of bullying, name calling, feeling alone. ao’nung being a bully (what’s new). unrequited love.

a/n: welcome to my first piece of writing ever! i had to give the honors to my bf ao’nung. this isn’t exactly canon to ao’nung in atwow, he doesn’t outwardly bully the sullys like he does in the movie. but still angsty. let me know if you guys enjoy this!

The Metkayina's way of living was definitely strange to adapt to, but not difficult. Your new life was filled with training your breathing, riding your Ilu, or exploring underwater. Pandora’s enchanting reefs made it hard to dislike living in Awa’atlu, and despite having to uproot your life from the forest so suddenly, you really enjoyed living here. Every day you found something that made your life here greater. Finding an especially pretty shell, weaving your first top with pretty pearls, and even finding a pretty boy to crush on.

The son of the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahik of the Metkayina had caught your eye. When your family first landed here, being picked, prodded, and eyed at by the people, your attention couldn’t help be on him. You were ecstatic when Tonowari put his two children to help your family learn the way of the Metkayina. Ao’nung, not so much.

His death glare scared you, sure, but despite that, he was gorgeous. His braids that tie up into a bun of dark curls, his tooth necklace that dangles off his chest when he bends over, his glistening skin when he’d emerge from the water. Everything about him was admirable, you’d bet his personality had to be wild and free. You’d just have to get close enough for the heir to notice you.

Just your luck, Ao’nung was most often paired with you when you were training. Tsireya was too enamored with your brother, Lo’ak, to pick anyone else. 

“Breathe deep from here,” Ao’nung instructed you, hand on your upper stomach. Your breath couldn’t help but hitch, soon quickening.

“Your heart, it’s beating fast. Calm your breathing, feel the water,” Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Tsireya all shared a knowing look.

“Sorry, Ao’nung,” he gave you a small smile, but it soon disappeared and the lesson moved on.

“Just focus, m’kay?”

His smile was your glimmer of hope. Maybe he did take the same liking you had with him? No, he’s just following orders. But, did his father’s orders entail being friendly, too? 

Still, you had hope. He had to be your someone, by Eywa, you felt it.

You spent your free time practicing your weaving to make gifts for him, or practicing your breathing and sign language to impress him. Always at the shore to collect sea shells for him. Never not around the Tsahik, his mother, listening to her speak with the fellow healers. Ronal had even grown to like you. Such an attentive, obedient girl. Just what Ao’nung needed in his life, your attention would put a pause on his recent bad behavior. Perhaps it was fate that a Tsakarem was brought to their clan, the perfect mate for her son.

In the Omaticaya, you trained everyday for your whole life on how to rule next to the Olo’eyktan and interpret the will of Eywa. You couldn’t help but believe that, maybe, Ao’nung was the Olo’eyktan you’ve been training for. The one to look after the people with. The one to be by your side for the rest of your life. Your mate. You would be perfect together.

Of course, he didn’t see you the same way. But, you didn’t know this. He saw you as a measly forest girl with “demon” blood flowing through her veins that didn’t belong. Your five fingered waves of hello to him every morning were nothing but offensive. How could you be so content with being part enemy?

You were familiar with the uncertainty people felt toward you being half human. You felt it in your own clan. The Omaticaya didn’t take your extra fingers and the hairs on your brow bone with delight. They had been nothing short of disappointed when Toruk Makto’s children came out looking like dream walkers and not pure Na’vi.

The children of the clan specifically acted on their distaste quite boldly throughout your life. The teasing, name calling, bullying, it wasn’t new to you. “Freak,” “demon,” pushing around, leaving you out, pranks being pulled. Jake had always said to not give them the reaction they’re looking for, and after a while it worked. You gave them nothing, they left you alone.

But you didn’t like being alone. That wasn't what you wanted. You didn’t like not fitting in, not belonging. It hurt, at first, having no one. No one to talk to, to hang out with. All you had was yourself.

Your family made up for it, though. How could you not be happy with them? They filled the hole in your heart made from loneliness, all you could see was the good things in your life when you had them.

“You’re always lookin’ on the bright side, honey. Always makin’ my day better. It’s something we should all take after you,” your father, Jake, always said to you.

Everything was yellow and bright in your life. The way you and your siblings could all fit on your hammock back home, sleeping together. Learning how to shoot with a bow. Your mother, Neytiri, making arrows and weaving tops with you and your sisters. 

Coming closer to becoming an adult in the eyes of the Omaticaya every passing day. The pretty flowers you’d harvest to bring to Jake, the close-knit bond of your family. All good things, always good things. Nothing, not even the loneliness, could break your sunshine.

So, you saw your move to the reefs as a chance to explore the world and make it exciting rather than sad. Maybe you’d find people to fit in with, even though this clan was so drastically different from yours, there has to be someone here for you, right?

“Are you a freak?”

Startled, your gaze on the bright blue water shifts to look around, “What?”

It was Ao’nung, your demeanor calms. “I said, are you some sort of freak?”

You smile at him, standing from your crouched position on the sand, “No, Ao’nung, m’not.” Even this close up, he’s breathtaking. His face is inches from yours.

He falters but rebuts, “what about your hands, huh? You’ve got demon in you. Five fingers.”Ao’nung takes your hand, emphasizing his point by shoving your own hand in your face. But he’s holding your hand, so softly, too. Not squeezing  or gripping it harshly. Your heart is swelling and you wonder if he’s feeling the same electricity from the contact.

You reluctantly pull your hand from his grasp, a small smile present on your face. He must be teasing you, no harm in a little banter. 

“Got five from my dad. Used to be a human and now he’s Toruk Makto. He’s the greatest warrior on Pandora.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’s the mighty Toruk Makto hiding out here in the reefs, then? Must still be human, running away from his own battles. It’s pathetic,” you understand, now, he’s not teasing. He’s speaking from disgust.

“No, he’s Na’vi. Has been for years now. We’re Na’vi, not Sky People, dream walkers.” You see him, you understand his confusion, his distaste, his ignorance. You want him to see you, too.

Maybe he will see you as more than a forest girl, more than a demon. Maybe he will see your qualities, your fast learning, your fascination with the water, your adoration for him. Maybe he will see you the same way you see him, as a future mate. His girl.

“But you aren’t Na’vi, can’t you see that? You don’t belong in this world, here, with us. You’re meant to be with the Sky People, not here, bringing your war to us. It’s selfish, just what Sky People would do. Cower and destroy. You don’t see like Na’vi, you don’t understand like Na’vi. You don’t belong,” he finishes, stalking away back to the village.

Your heart can’t help but shatter. Each of Ao’nung’s harsh words pricking at your heart and tears from your eyes. And still, you can’t help but yearn for him.

[lorre-verie]

babes i have a request

so im in the mood for angst...bc why not

so like can i request like an aonung x sully!reader set in the way of water timeline but like instead of neteyam dying it's reader who dies

does this make sense😭😭

CLEARLY u LOVE the idea of people dying because ??? WHY would u do this But ok Ye ask and ye shall receive

“I promised.”

word count: 2.3k

pairings: ao’nung x f! sully! reader (angst)

notes: - reader is the sibling in between Neteyam and Kiri in terms of age - ao’nung and reader already have an established relationship prior to the events of this story - i am NOT giving reader a name, i also dont think there are any mentions like y/n or [name] or anything like that

warnings: descriptions of war, death, blood, idk more death, sadness, its sad 4 sure but idk if its tear-worthy?

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“C’mon! We have to go get Spider!” Lo’ak nodded his head towards the inside of the ship as you cut him free from his restraints. 

“What?” you responded, unable to process what he’d just said.

Your older brother behind you, Neteyam, cut off the tie bounding Tuk’s hands with a dagger, and another quick snap further behind told you Ao’nung had just cut off Tsireya’s.

You and your siblings were in the middle of a full blown war.

Besides almost getting crushed by Payakan, getting taken hostage, killing about 5 people trying to save your siblings, and witnessing the deaths of many of your own people, things in your opinion were going great so far. 

“C’mon sis, we can’t leave without him!” Lo’ak crouched down, picking up a gun from one of the fallen na’vi soldiers slouched against the railings, blood seeping down their skull. 

Your gaze was fixed on the grip of the gun that was firmly clasped in his fingers, stained with red at the bottom. The blood trickled down silently, creating a small pool on the already drenched floor, yet it seemed inconsequential amidst the chaos.

In that brief moment of dread, a warm hand fell on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. 

Something similar to fear took over your body, causing you to be unable to take your eyes off your younger brother who looked at you hopefully, while you stood there like a deer caught in headlights.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to save him. The images of blood spraying all over replayed in your mind, making it hard to focus on anything else.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” a comforting voice drifted through the air, pulling you back into reality. 

The foreign accent had a calming effect on your senses, a zap of electricity running down your queue.

Whipping your head, you met the eyes of the person who had spoken, the comforting shade of aquamarine looking back at you with such emotion.

Lo’ak rolled his eyes at the sight, a low growl forming in his throat. He never approved of your relationship with the boy, but what could he do about it? He was in love with the man’s sister!

Neteyam sauntered towards your brother, braids waving wildly in the air as they always did. 

“I’ll go with you,” he nodded at Lo’ak, ignoring Ao’nung completely as he looked at you, seeking any form of approval.

Your brows knitted together, and you shook your head. 

“It’s fine. I’ll go. We all know I’m a better warrior than Neteyam anyways.” you joked, attempting to lift the mood. 

“Are you sure?” Neteyam said softly.

“Positive. You should go and help out the other warriors.” you nodded, feeling the comforting warmth of Ao’nung’s hand leave your shoulder. 

Looking back at him, you could see the fear and concern etched on your lover's face. He looked so perplexed, a reaction you’d never seen on his face before.

Before you could take a single step, his arms pulled you in for a hug as if he was shielding you from any threat that could harm you.

He didn’t want you to leave.

Lo’ak and Neteyam groaned, looking instead at the ocean, watching the metkayina and the sky people battle for their opposing goals.

Ao’nung leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours. 

"Please be careful."

The sound that came from his mouth was barely but a whisper, as if he would choke if he said it any louder. 

You smiled, placing a hand on his neck reassuringly. 

“I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

As the words left your lips, you waved a farewell to him before going inside the ship, Lo’ak in front of you. 

The thumping of your heart echoed in your chest like an empty chamber. You weren’t going to break a promise. 

At least, 

not this time.

“Lereho!” a guttural, high pitched scream reverberated throughout the forest. 

The sleeping creatures lifted their heads up in the sky, ears pointing in all different directions, attempting to make out the source of the scream.

“LEREHO!” a 7-year-old you screamed even louder, tears flowing down your pale face as you looked at the rusty helicopter. 

The rusty helicopter which had now trapped your friend inside its worn down metal walls, and he scratched against the door endlessly, trying to get out.

“I- I-” your words were unable to come out, your entire body trembling with fear. 

The large metal body was encased in mossy vines that suspended it above the lake, and Eywa knows Lereho couldn’t swim to save his life.

“I’LL GET HELP, LEREHO! PLEASE STAY HERE!” you cried out, praying to the Great Mother he could hear you. 

“I PROMISE I’LL GET YOU OUT OF THERE!” you yelled, your voice hoarse and strained, your entire body buckling down with the weight of your words. 

You turned back and ran as far as you could, as fast as your legs could take you. Your face was all scrunched up and your eyes were full of tears, partly obscuring your vision. 

Branches scratched your body and drew blood from your fresh wounds, but you didn’t care. Guilt overtook your body and put you on autopilot.

If you hadn’t told him to, he wouldn’t have gone in the helicopter with you. 

If you hadn’t been stupid, you wouldn’t have closed the door.

If you hadn’t slipped on the vines on your way back to solid ground, the helicopter wouldn’t be creaking slowly, on its way to submerge him fully in the lake. 

If you hadn’t been friends with him in the first place, maybe he would’ve been alright right now.

You wiped the water from your eyes and the snot from your nose harshly with your bleeding hands. 

By the time you returned with your father, all that was left were the torn apart vines flowing loosely in the wind of the night. 

They couldn’t even retrieve his body.

Beads of water welled up at the corners of your eyes as you crouched along the wall, Spider in your sights. 

Blinking rapidly to get rid of them, you leapt down with Lo’ak, taking care of the humans surrounding your friend mercilessly. 

You screamed as you smashed the last one’s skull along the railing, flipping them into the water, heavy pants leaving your chest as the adrenaline wore off.

“Woah. You alright?” Lo’ak gasped, slightly concerned. 

“I’m fine,” you breathed out. “We have to go, now.”

You grabbed a gun from one of the dead soldiers, and not long after you heard the sounds of rapid gunfire hit metal a bit too close to you for your liking. 

With your instincts you dove out of the way, grabbing Spider with your free hand and quickly crawling along the floor towards the moonpool, ensuring that Lo’ak was still behind you. 

The shots from the gun made the air burn in your lungs, and you coughed vehemently before hiding behind a wall just in front of the moonpool, whispering a quick apology to Spider for being so harsh with him. 

“You two go!” you shouted at the two boys behind you, whipping out your gun in an attempt to kill the bastard who was shooting so restlessly at you. 

“Are you nuts? We aren’t leaving you!” Lo’ak yelled back, considerably offended you’d think he’d abandon you so easily.

“Just go now! I’ll be fine!” you growled, taking another shot at the recom. 

Amidst the deafening sounds of gunfire, you were able to discern two distinct splashes in the water. 

Retreating behind the wall for cover, you swiftly reloaded your weapon with the remaining ammunition scattered on the ground. 

Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself and emerged once again, determined to make your final shot count.

Ao’nung whipped his head around frantically as he stood on one of the ships purposed for hunting tulkun, all of the previous occupiers…removed.

He looked towards the ship for any possible sign that you were still okay.

He’d witnessed Lo’ak and Spider riding away from the ship on an ilu, but where were you?

His heart beat faster and faster with every shallow breath he desperately took, unable to imagine what had happened to you. 

Just before he was about to call his own ilu, he heard a loud splash from the water behind him. 

He turned his body, bracing for a surprise attack, but instead, he got a surprise hug.

As your body melded with his, you rested your chin on his shoulder, feeling a calming sense of peace.

At first, his hands trembled as he placed them on your back, taken aback by the sudden embrace. 

But gradually, he relaxed into it, a radiant smile gracing his face as he shut his eyes, savouring every point of contact between your bodies, determined to remember what it felt like. 

There were so many things he’d wanted to say to you, but only three words left his quivering lips. 

“You… came back,” he choked out, even attempting to hug you tighter, before realising that he might have been hurting you- to which he loosened his grip.

You sighed contently, gazing at the water behind him. “I promised.”

Just then, you saw something underneath the ripples of the ocean. 

Everything was too fast for him to process. 

One second, he was hugging you like it was the last thing he could ever do with you in the world.

The next second, it actually was.

His eyelids whipped wide open as he heard a gunshot, his body hitting the floor in the direction opposite to where he was originally standing. 

You threw him out of harm’s way. 

The last time he’d ever seen you was with your mouth agape and pupils shrunken into the size of his thumb, as you fell lifelessly backwards into the water with a loud splash. 

“NO!” he screamed helplessly as he scrambled up from the floor, his knees scraping against metal as he crawled frantically towards the edge to see if you were alright. 

The only thing he could see from the surface of the water was your blood slowly tinting the ocean red. No bubbles. No sign of you resurfacing. 

Without hesitation, he plunged into the blood-red ocean, his body slicing through the water with a sense of urgency. As he dove deeper, his limbs thrashed and flailed, propelled by a desperate need to reach you and bring you back to the surface.

His panicked movements grew increasingly frantic as he searched for you, his bloodshot eyes darting around frantically in the murky depths. Every fibre of his being was focused on finding you, but as he scanned the water, he realised with a jolt that you were nowhere to be found.

Determined to keep searching, he pushed himself to swim deeper, his hands and feet churning the water as he scoured the depths for any sign of you. 

But as he descended further and further into the abyss, his vision began to blur, and his lungs burned with the need for air.

Despite his physical limitations, he refused to give up, driven by a fierce determination to find you. 

All he could see was the trail of your blood, leading him deeper into the unknown.

His fingers outstretched, he tried to reach you, but it was too late. 

His lungs burned with a searing pain as he struggled to hold his breath. But he refused to give up, clinging to the hope that he would find you alive and well.

As the seconds ticked by, his chances grew slimmer, and his body began to betray him. His limbs felt heavy and sluggish, and his vision grew hazy with tears.

Despite his efforts, he simply couldn't hold on any longer. 

He broke the surface of the water, gasping for air as his heart shattered into a million pieces. 

The devastating reality of his failure hit him like a ton of bricks, leaving him reeling with a sense of loss and despair.

A soul-wrenching cry tore through the air.

The sound was so raw and guttural that it felt as if it came from the very depths of the earth itself, carrying with it the weight of a thousand shattered dreams.

It was the kind of cry that would make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, a sound that would haunt you long after battle was over. 

The cries of the wounded and dying were nothing compared to the sheer agony and despair that his cry conveyed. 

The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks - he had lost you forever. 

The person he loved most in this world was gone, sacrificed her life to save his. The weight of his grief was so heavy that it felt like a physical burden, crushing him from the inside out.

He wanted to scream, to wail to Eywa, to beg for a chance to take your place. 

But he was powerless, reduced to a helpless witness of his own tragedy. 

He could feel the weight of his guilt like a physical pain, knowing that you had given your life for his.

Every following moment he had to live without you was a torture, a constant reminder of what he had lost. 

He tried to fill the void with his duties, with distractions, with anything that would make the pain go away, but nothing worked.

He would lie awake at night, imagining the pain you felt, the last moments of your life. He pictured you sinking into the cold, dark depths of the ocean, alone and scared, the light fading from your eyes.

It was a pain that he knew would never truly leave him, a wound that would never fully heal. 

He felt as if a part of him had died with you, and he knew that he would never be whole again.

They couldn’t retrieve your body. You couldn’t have a proper burial. He couldn’t ever see you again, not even through the spirit tree. 

Having to explain what happened to you to your family almost killed him; he could only imagine the pain they felt if he was feeling that way.

He blamed himself. And deep down inside, he knew that they did too.

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i hope it's sad lol i'm sorry if its not 😭 and tysm for the request @dearstell 💗 i finally got one after like a month 😭 idk i just headcanon that without a proper burial, the na’vi can’t be reconnected with Eywa upon death, so people can’t see them through the spirit tree. it’s an educated headcanon, if you will.

now how do u feel realising the words in the title are actually the reader’s last words?? do u feel upset?? i sure hope u do cause i put lots of thought into that, just for u guys :) 

as always, tysm for reading til the end! I appreciate all your support, comments and reblogs 💗

much love, lorre.

[neteyamyawne]

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

-‘๑’- Key Genres

◦ | Fluff - ♡ | Smutt - ✯ | Angst - ✦ | Hurt - ✩ | Comfort - ☾ |

◦ | Romance - ◈ | Platonic - ❈ |

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

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

◦ | Request - ☁️ | Non-request - 🌱|

-‘๑’- One shots

➺ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ...

-‘๑’- Two Shots 

➺ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ...

-‘๑’- Drabbles

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

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

Shh... Quiet - [ ✯ + 𑁍 + ◈ + ☁️ ]

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

-‘๑’- Head-Canons

➺ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ...

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Fuck Off

Lo'ak x Nerd Reader

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Prt 7 of the Fucking The Nerd Series

Summary: lo'ak finally realizes his mistakes and flies over to make right what he did wrong.

Warning: none

Yn/3rd person pov

A country over from yn, lo'ak sits in his bed lonely normally at this time him and yn would be in his bed enjoying whatever show was on.

Yn would be giggling at each joke that was said while laying on his chest but now he was all alone he hadn't even tried to see you after what happened but now he's starting to realize his mistake.

He didn't even listen to your side of the story or even taken into account that you don't even know her, lo'ak sighed deeply and took out his phone to scroll through insta.

He was bored out of his mind ari'ek has gone m.i.a on him and all he can actually think about was you.

"What the fuck" he hissed as he came upon your post with Aonung and Rotxo who were cuddling you his eyes flaired with anger.

"Best holiday ever" he hissed out as he read the caption but when his eyes flicked to your face his heart filled with sadness you were smiling brightly.

When he left you at school tears were running down your face and he did nothing about it "I have to make things right" he muttered and grabbed his coat.

-Time skip-

Now back with you, you were cuddling with Aonung on your bed as you talked about random things as your hands played with his.

"I'm glad your enjoying yourself here" he murmured his eyes never leaving mine "I am I totally forgot how fun this place is" I smiled.

He paused for a moment before fully taking my hand in his "d-do you ever" he paused taking a deep breath "do you ever think about moving back" he asked making my breath hitch.

"Yea I do bu-" I was interrupted by someone calling out my name my eye brows frowned is that, no it can't be "yn" he called out again.

"Who is that" aonung asked as we got up to look outside my heart clenched as I caught sight of him "it's lo'ak" I whispered as I made my way out my room and down the stairs.

"The guy that left you" aonung muttered as he followed me and grabbed my hand stopping me from opening the door "are you sure you want to see him" he asked.

I looked between him and the door "I just have to" I murmured and he looked at me for a second before slowly nodding and let me go.

I let out a shakey breathe before opening up the door my eyes flattering as I came face to face with lo'ak "w-what do you want" I muttered.

He looked kinda panicked as I spoke "I came to apologize" he whispered his eyes flickering between me and aonung.

"About" he can hear the anger in my tone as I spoke which made him gulp "yn I realized my mistake and I want to make it up to you" my lip quivered.

I looked down at the ground I didn't know what to do I still care for him but my feelings had been divided because of aonung.

"I think its best you leave-"

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Characters: Ao’nung x Neteyam

Genre: Angst, Hurt/ Some Comfort

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Death, Mourning of a loved one, Stages of grief, Aftermath of war

Summary: Neteyam dies and Ao’nung has to deal with the aftermath of it.

Translation: sa’nu = mom, sempu = dad, tsmuk = sibling, tsmuke = sister, yawne = beloved, ‘itan = son, ‘ite = daughter

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When Ao’nung saw Jake and his family carry Neteyam’s still body back to Awa'atlu, he felt numb. Empty and cold inside. Like this was all just a weird dream and Neteyam would wake him up with feathery kisses like he usually does. The sun would be shining and the wind would blow cool air in his face. The world wouldn’t feel so empty.

But as he made his way to them, looking at their solemn expressions, the tears rolling down their cheeks. He knew that this was not a dream. That this was happening. This was happening. Everything just stilled to a stop and he couldn’t hear anything. People’s mouths were moving but a white noise replaced their voices.

He screamed. He wailed in despair, in agony. He grabbed Neteyam from Jake’s arms, desperate for some sign this was all a cruel joke. His vision was blurred with his tears but he could see that Neteyam’s eyes were closed and the usual warmth of his body had now grown cold.

“Ma Neteyam! Ma Neteyam, please come back! Please come back, please!” He sobs for Eywa to hear him. To answer his pleas. To bring the boy he loves back to him.

He knows that the crowd is looking at him with sympathy, knowing the pain of losing another. But he doesn't care. He doesn't want their sympathetic stares, he just wants Neteyam to open his eyes again.

To see his honey yellow eyes stare at him again, to make him feel soft and warm again. But he knows that his Yawne will never come back to him and it just breaks him. His Sempu approaches him, slowly and inching forward as if not to trample on the boys already broken heart, “‘itan, we need-“

But Ao’nung hisses at him with bared teeth and flattened ears. “Go away! You're not taking him! Leave us!” Tonowari looks at his son with pitiful eyes and sighs slowly. He crouches down to his eye level. “ I know grief but not like this, so I will not pretend to. But please, we,” He pauses and places his hand atop of his sons, “you have to let him rest, my ‘itan. You have to let him rest.” He opens his arms to him.

The tears don’t stop coming down Ao’nung’s face as he looks down at his lover one last time. He lets his father take Neteyam from his arms and gives his body back to Jake. Now the emptiness of the world consumes him further, his body cold.

Later on, he is on the shore, the same one he and Neteyam always used to go to. Neteyam always went to this particular spot at the eclipse because he loved the way the plants glow and the quietness this place offered him. The peace of mind it gave him.

The tears have dried by now and Ao’nung is no longer wailing but his heart is still heavy in his chest. He isn’t sure if his heart will ever know weightlessness again. He thinks back to the time when they first met here.

—Flashback starts—

“What are you doing here, jungle freak? This is my turf.” Ao’nung sneers with a teasing smirk. Ao’nung isn’t sure why but teasing the oldest Sully was always the best pastime.

Neteyam’s only response was an eye roll in an exaggerated way and ignored Metikayan. The way he did it was more cold than usual. He’ll usually bite back with a heated come back and then they’ll get into a fist match.

Ao’nung knew that he took it too far with his latest prank. He remembers how scared Neteyam looked, his trembling voice and his shaking hands.

“Okay, fine. Listen, I am sorry for what I did to your brother. I swear I didn’t mean him any harm.” He apologized, saying sorry was unfamiliar to him. He never had to admit that he was wrong and most of the time he acted like he didn’t. But something about Neteyam made him want to. He didn’t know why.

“ I do not believe a word you just said. Your parents probably made you say that.” Anger radiated off Neteyam as he yelled at him. He gets up from his spot and gets in Ao’nung’s face. “You’ve lived here your entire life, you know what could’ve happened, what would’ve happened, you skxwang!” He screams at him.

Ao’nung put his hands up in a surrendering position, he still remembers that punch he gave him. “Dude, I said I was sorry. Okay, I didn't mean any harm.”

Neteyam still seemed agitated by this. Honestly, Ao’nung really didn’t get it, the relationship dynamics between Neteyam and his younger brother. He seems like half of the time he was either busy trying to stop Lo’ak from doing dumb shit or trying to get Lo’ak out of trouble with their parents.

The Omatyican is always chasing after Lo’ak like that is his responsibility, and whenever has Ao’nung ever had a filtered mouth?

“Why?” Was the only thing Ao’nung asked Neteyam.

Neteyam looks over at him and raises an eyebrow, “What?”

Ao’nung swallows and feels the sweat on him. He’s unsure why. Every time Neteyam’s gaze holds him he feels…weird. He’s aware of everything when he does that. He’s aware of what he’s saying and aware of how close they are. He’s just aware.

“Well, I just noticed that you take..a lot of responsibility for Lo’ak. Like more than I do for Tsireya, so I was just wondering why? Like is that something your Sempu is making you do?”

Neteyam stares at him dumbfounded like he asked a stupid question. “Because I’m his older tsmukan, and it’s my job to do that. My Sempu doesn’t have to tell me that for me to know. Besides, I’m or was–the future Olo’eyktan of my clan.”

“Oh” was the only thing that came to mind for Ao’nung. Maybe this was Neteyam’s way of proving to himself and others that he could lead his people. It made sense. “Yeah, I get that. The pressure coming from everyone sometimes feels suffocating. Like whatever you do is never enough for anyone, especially for ourselves.”

Neteyam looks up at him, stunned. The expression changes to something that is less guarded and more open-like. It's the first smile Neteyam has given him. It looks good on him.

“I gotta go now, my parents will be looking for me.” Neteyam walks closer to the village. But before he walks further on though, he looks back at Ao’nung with a gentle expression that makes Ao’nung’s heart flutter. “Goodnight, Ao’nung. Maybe…maybe you're not a complete asshole after all.”

—Flashback ended—

“Tsmukan, you should come back. It’s getting late.” He heard his tsmuke call out to him but he blocked her out. He wanted to block them all out. Despite his silence, she came closer to him. “Please, you have to come home and eat something or..”

“Please, Reya,” his voice was still hoarse and scratchy so he could only manage a whisper, “I just want to be left alone. Just go away, please.”

The only thing he hears is her retreating footsteps.

He goes to a big tree and climbs it. He remembers the first time Neteyam taught him how to climb the “correct” way. He ended with him falling on his hind a lot of times, a chuckle escapes him thinking of the memory.

Then that heaviness reappears when he realizes those moments he shared with Neteyam will only exist in his head. He sits on the sturdy branch and just lays there. Soon sleep calls for him.

He doesn’t expect to wake up in his family’s Marui but he does. Last night’s revelations come crashing down upon him when his mind drifts to Neteyam. He wonders how many mornings would he wake up feeling like this.

“Ao, come eat something,” His Sempu appears above. The small smile that seems to always be on his face has dissolved into a somber one. At least he wasn’t looking at him with those pitiful stares. He still didn’t want to be bothered though so he turned his back to him.

“Please, just one bite is all I am asking. You missed dinner last night.” He presses on and Ao’nung can hear the desperation in his father’s voice but he..he just can’t bring himself to leave his hammock. He just can’t so he hopes his silence will speak for him.

It has been a week since Neteyam died and funeral preparations were almost done. They would lay Neteyam to rest in the anemone at eclipse and then his mother would sing his Songcord for him. It just feels like it all is too real. Lately, all Ao’nung has been doing was avoiding people, and avoiding and running from acknowledging that Nete is really gone. Going to the funeral, and being a part of it, it’ll cement the fact that Nete is dead.

That he won't ever come back to him, for him.

He has made some progress though. He still hasn’t left his Marui but he left his hammock. Walked around the place and does some stretches so he won’t get any bed sores.

“Hello, Ao’nung,” Tsireya comes into the Mauri, her steps are light and tentative. He hates that. How his family is handling him like he’s fragile, like he might shatter into pieces at one wrong move or word. He hates that it’s true.

“The Sullys’—Jake and Neytiri—want to talk to you. About the funeral,” she says the words fast like she wanted to get them over with. And won’t meet his eyes. “You…you should go, Ao’nung. Maybe it’ll give you closure.” She says as a question unsure if she should be saying this, if this was the right thing to say.

Dread weights down on Ao’nung. He doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t want to acknowledge it. He doesn’t want to face it. To face them.

But, how long will he keep running? Avoiding it won’t do anything. He already begged Eywa to bring Neteyam back, to wake him up from this nightmare. But nothing has changed. Nothing will change.

“Okay, I’ll go.”

Walking to the Sully’s Marui pod reminded Ao’nung of the multiple times he’ll sneak under the darkness of the night to meet with Neteyam.

Stifled giggles and quiet footsteps took him back to better times. When they first started their relationship, both of them were inexperienced at these new feelings but excited for what the future will bring. Should’ve brung.

He wanted to turn back around, and he could’ve without being seen. But he remembered his sister’s words. Of this meeting bringing him closure.

He walked through the entrance. It was nearly empty, all of the children were gone—and that new demon, Spider was with them. Ao’nung was glad, he didn’t want to see one of them.

Jake and Neytiri were talking in hushed tones, their eyes still wet from the crying. They noticed him instantly, yellow eyes stared at him.

Yellow eyes like Neteyam’s. A bright color, a beautiful color, one he wanted to get lost in forever.

“Um,” his voice cracked and a sense of awkwardness filled the space. He never really interacted with the adult Sully’s. He didn’t know how to act or what to say around them. “My tsumke said you wanted to see me?”

“Yes, we did,” Neytiri answers, getting up from her position to welcome him in. A slight smile graced her lips. “I knew about you and my son’s relationship. He was so happy about it, for the first time since we got here, he was smiling genuinely. So, I would like to say thank you for making his time here more bearable.”

“And, because of that, we would like you to offer you a place on the boat? When we lay him to rest,” Jake offers, hesitancy surrounds him.

With good reason too. A place on the boat is a sacred position, one left to the family of the that was passed. Not a relationship like theirs.

“I know that your relationship was new so you might not want to,” Neytiri starts,” but my son loved you. He’d tell me about how he wished he could share his culture and home with you as you did with him. How he was going to make you his mate once he completed the rite of passage.”

A new memory came to Ao’nung with what Neytiri said. “He told me that too, about wanting to mate with me. He was so excited when he learned about our spirit tree. He dreamed of performing his mating bond before Eywa like you did and didn’t think it was a possibility anymore when you left your old home.”

Smiles, bright and wide, made their way onto the Sullys’ faces. He smiled too, for the first time in a while. It was nice to remember Neteyam like this, not just focusing on what he would never have. But what he did have, no matter how little time it was.

The funeral came before Ao’nung knew it. He was on the boat with the Sullys, each of them wearing white and black ceremonial markings, but was muddied up from their tears.

Ao’nung saw Rxoto and Tsireya comforting each other and how his clan was mourning the loss of Neteyam, even if he wasn’t well-known or well liked. To see that did lift his spirits up a bit.

He, Jake, and Neytiri took Neteyam underwater after his siblings gave their last goodbyes to him and Ao’nung watched as the anemone swallowed Neteyam’s body, returning his body back to Eywa like his soul did.

Taking a deep breath to center himself, he connected his queue to the Spirit Tree and when he opened his eyes he was in a forest.

Multiple trees of different varieties towered over him and animals of all types ran around him. Dirt and grass tickled his feet, a different sensation from the hot, grainy sand back home. It looked like the one Neteyam was always telling him about.

“It’s beautiful, isn't it?” He heard someone say. That voice, that voice.

He turns to see Neteyam smiling at him with delicate eyes. Ao’nung didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything. What can he say? What can he do? Does Neteyam knows he’s dead?

“Yawne, what’s wrong?” Neteyam askes closing the distance between them and cups his face. “Why are you crying?”

Ao’nung blinked quickly to get the tears to stop but they wouldn't so he turned his face away instead. “Nothing Nete,” he lies but his voice is cracking and the hiccups gives him away.

He should be happy, jumping for joy, right? But he isn’t. He knows that this is fake, that is all a dream and once he leaves reality would be there waiting for him.

“I know, it sucks, Ao’nung. That I left you and all of our plans behind, and I am so sorry for that,” Neteyam whispered and Ao’nung sees the tears on his cheek too. “But I still want to show you my home and ride my ikran with you. We can’t do any of those things in the real world, but we can do them here. So, please?”

Despite everything in him telling no, and that this would be a bad idea, Ao’nung nodded and took Neteyam’s outstretched hand. Together they made their way throughout the rainforest with Neteyam excitedly pointing out all of the beautiful plants and his favorite animals.

He also shares funny family stories, and many embarrassing ones with them mainly featuring the misadventures of Lo’ak. Ao’nung found himself laughing in a way he hadn’t in a long time now, it was almost strange to hear it with his own ears.

Now Nete was leading him over a large branch that was acting like a bridge connecting two land area. The middle was a long abyss.

“Oh my Eywa,” Ao’nung grabbed on to Neteyam’s shoulder to stabilize himself with clammy hands. One wrong move on this branch and he’ll go falling into a void of trees until he hits the ground. The back of his head was saying that this wasn’t real, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

“Yawne, do you have to have such a tight grip?” Neteyam questions with a grimace on his face.

“Did you have to take me so high up?!” Ao’nung responded in kind.

Neteyam laughs at his terrified expression, “Well, you’re the one always saying you wanted to see my home. But look, trust me the height is so worth it.”

Ao’nung rolls his eyes but then he looks to where Neteyam is pointing and sees beauty. Tall trees and white fluffy clouds greeted him. Birds of all sizes flew around them chirping loudly and the light breeze cooled the sweat he had from hiking up the branch. It was absolutely beautiful.

Neteyam put his chin on the dip of Ao’nung’s shoulders and held him tightly. “So about after this, I'll introduce you to my ikran.”

“You mean the giant beast with wings that was growling at me?”

“Yes, I do but don't worry, she’s really nice once you get to know her,” Neteyam beams at him.

Despite the fear settling into him Ao’nung lets Neteyam drag him over to the ikran both of them laughing on the way towards it.

Things are still hard and there will be challenges along the way, but things are getting better, slowly.

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Undiscovered Future - Pt. 8

Hi everyone! A new post, this one is heavily focused on developing the relationship between Savanna and Aonung. I'm trying to ease them into it, so might be a bit until there is any actual relationship. Also might be some angst in future chapters, so prepare!

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Savanna found herself in another lesson with Aonung. After taking a swim through the reef, it had become quite apparent that the Sully’s weren’t able to hold their breath for extended periods of time. Savanna sat in a circle with her siblings, Tsireya, Aonung and their friend Roxto. 

Tsireya had split off with Tuk and Loak, Aonung with Neteyam and Roxto with Savanna and Kiri. Placing his palms on Savanna’s stomach and above her heart, he smiled,”You are quite good! You need to inhale slightly deeper, but the two of you are getting there.” 

Kiri smiled bashfully at the compliment, Savanna noticed a slight blush creeping up her sister's neck, it was something she’d have to prod at later. Roxto went over to assist Kiri and Savanna tuned out their conversation, closing her eyes. The sounds of the waves hitting the rocks, birds chirping, and the feeling of the sun. She basked in everything, it has been some time since she could fully relax. As a warrior her duties had been quite demanding, and during her time at the RDA the daily missions and reports had taken a toll on her. Feeling the loss of warmth from the sun, she opened her eyes. Looking up she noticed Aonung, he had a small smirk on his face. Noticing Neteyam had moved to distract Tuk, so Tsireya could properly teach Loak. Turning and cupping her hand, Savanna whispered in Aonung’s ear, “I think lover boy has a little crush.” Seeing Aonung’s confused expression, Savanna nodded over to Loak and Tsireya. 

“Many people like my sister.” Watching over as the two conversed he turned back to Savanna, “I wouldn’t say he likes her though.” 

“Wanna bet?” 

“Sure, but if I win you have to clean all my weapons.” 

“Ok then, but if I win you have to ride on my ikiran with me.” Watching as his face morphed to worry, Savanna laughed, “Are you afraid, pretty boy?” 

Scowling he laughed, “Definitely now sweetheart! You’re on!” 

“How do we test it?” Looking over at Loak and Tsireya, Savanna knew they would need something solid to decide the bet. 

Leaning to whisper to Savanna, Aonung spoke, “Don’t worry I got this.” Looking over to his sister Aonung called out, “Tsireya, you need to make sure the breathing is right! Do it properly!” 

Savanna watched as a slight blush went across Tsireya’s face, “I know, we were getting there!” Turning back to Loak, Tsireya placed a hand on Loak’s stomach and heart, “Loak now breathe deeply.” Watching his chest rise and fall, Aonung and Savanna stared intensely. “Loak, you need to calm your heartbeat, it’s much too fast!” 

Looking startled and stammering, Loak coughed, “Yeah! I can, I will, yup!”  

Looking over to Aonung, Savanna was beaming. Loak’s reaction was without a doubt a clear indication, even Neteyam had chuckled at his reaction. Aonung threw his head back and groaned. “Don’t be so sad Aonung! You now owe me a ride now though!” 

Grimacing, he looked over at Savanna, “You’re not going to kill me on that thing right forest freak?” 

Her smile only grew larger, “I would never dream of it! No one is safer to ride with than me.” 

Approaching Savanna and Aonung, Neteyam squatted in front of them, “What’s got you in such a good mood Sav?” 

“Our dear Aonung here lost a bet!” Smiling as Aonung groaned again she continued, “Now he gets to ride on Daisy!” 

Shaking his head, Neteyam laughed, “Oh you’re in for it!” 

Aonung’s head shot to look at Neteyam, “What do you mean? She said she’s a safe rider!” 

“Yeah only when you’re injured, but when I was fully healed. Sav did not hold back!” 

Feigning offence Savanna held her chest, “I am wonderful! Aonung, I will be expecting you to be ready before sunrise tomorrow! I’ll meet you here with Daisy.” Grabbing Neteyam’s hand Savanna jumped up, “Now come on Sully’s, it’s almost time for supper! Thank you all for the lessons today!” 

As Aonung watched the Sully’s return to their pod he felt conflicted. She is a forest freak, she has demon blood, but he enjoyed being around her. Roxto appeared at his side smiling, “Does someone have a little crush?” 

Mouth agape, staring at his friend Aonung couldn’t speak. Tsireya began talking, “It’s just good you’re making friends with them now!” 

Huffing Aonung snapped his mouth shut and stood, “I will never be friends with the freaks! I’m only doing what I was forced to do! Let's get moving.” 

As Aonung stomped off towards the village, Roxto shook his head, “He’s too stubborn.”

Smiling softly Tsireya watched her brother huff, “Yeah, but Savanna is good for him. Did you notice how little he snapped at the brothers today? He was joking around with her all day.” 

“I hope he just doesn’t mess it up. She is insanely patient with his antics, but he has a tendency to push boundaries.”  

“I hope so too. Let’s go back to the village, it’s getting late.” 

Early the following morning, before the sun was over the horizon, Savanna crept out of her pod. When she reached a decent distance from the village, she called out to Daisy. As her ikiran landed Savanna beamed, Daisy was the greatest gift she could ever receive. Hoping on Daisy’s back she flew into the air to meet up with Aonung. 

Approaching the rock they had trained on the day before, Savanna spotted Aonung waiting, “Morning pretty boy!” Landing on the corner of the rock, Savanna jumped off Daisy and walked to greet Aonung, noticing his frown only made her smile grow, “Not used to getting up so early?” 

Aonung only rolled his eyes, “I get up early, but this is just not right. No one in the whole village is awake yet!” Behind them Daisy began chirping, “That thing isn’t going to eat me, right?”

“Daisy is my baby. She only likes sweet things, so your sour taste wouldn’t appeal to her anyway.” Bumping her shoulder into Aonung’s arm, Savanna walked over to pet Daisy. “Come say hi.” 

Slowly walking over to Daisy, Aonung was shocked. He had never seen an animal like her before, ikirans were a rare sight among the ocean clans. “This is the same animal as Toruk?”

“Yes, but Toruk is probably the size of six of Daisy. He is the sky’s mightiest warrior.” Smiling Savanna recalled all the grand stories she heard from the elders. “The elders of my clan told the stories of my dad, and how the Omaticaya called upon us for help.” 

“You keep saying these strange things about your people. Aren’t your people the Omaticaya?”

“No, I have only recently lived with them. I am from the marshes, I was raised by the Olo'eyktan’s daughter when I was thirteen until recently.” Savanna knew her past might come up at some point, but she wasn’t sure what Aonung would do with the information. He was still a stranger, and had very strong hatred for her family, she didn’t want to make it any worse. “Anyways, you lost a bet. Lets get moving!”

Connecting with Daisy, Savanna had her lower herself so Aonung could easily get on. He had a little trouble, but was finally situated behind her. He couldn’t believe he had ended up in this position. Why did he even come? He could have just ditched, but for some reason he had gotten up and arrived earlier than necessary, and now he was about to fly with a forest freak. “Where do I even hold on?”

Grabbing his hands, she positioned them on her hips, “Hold on tight Aonung. Wouldn’t want you to fall off.”   

“Very funny, I will be f-” A yelp came out of his throat as she suddenly took flight, his arms opting to fully wrap around her waist. 

Deciding to mess with him a little, she had Daisy do a couple harsh turns, and a summersault. Giggling Savanna turned her head to see Aonung with his eyes clamped firmly shut, and his knuckles white. Steadying out over the ocean, Savanna decided to take pity on him. “Open your eyes. I would never let you fall Aonung.” 

Hesitantly his eyes fluttered open and widened. The view was amazing, he had never seen the ocean from so high up. The sun broke across the horizon and the light glimmered in the waters below. His grip lessened slightly around her waist, “Is this why you wanted to come so early?”

“It’s when everything's calm, and the sunrise is my favourite part of the day.” Leaning back into Aonung’s chest, Savanna felt calm. “I wish I could show you the marshes and forest though.”

“Could you describe them to me?” 

“Of course. The marshes trees grow in irregular directions, sometimes coiling around each other. The tops resemble the shrubs that surround your village.” Humming Savanna looks at the ocean below, “the ground isn’t very present, some areas are solid, but we live mainly within the trees.”

“Is that why your breathing, and swimming is better than your brothers?” 

“The way to travel is by a serpent creature called a serli. They are beautiful creatures, similar to the ilu. Holding my breath was a skill I developed, but not quite to the Metkayina standards.” 

Aonung puffed his chest in pride, “No one is quite to our standards.”

Although his comment was lighthearted, Savanna couldn’t help but feel disheartened. She has been trying to win him over, and break free from his view on her. Forest freak, she wasn’t affected personally, but when he made fun of her siblings she couldn’t help but be upset. Tilting her head, Savanna looked into his eyes, “Aonung, my family does try to reach your standards. I try as well, I hope one day you see that.” Facing forward, Savanna leans away from Aonungs chest. 

Aonung feels cold now. There is no wind, and Daisy is flying slow and steady. Savanna’s words left a cold feeling in his bones, and the absence of her back to his chest feels like he has been dunked in the ocean. He does not know what to say, her words have caught him off guard. Instead of seeking her warmth again like his mind and body desperately wants, Aonung removes his arms from her waist and places them loosely on her hips. 

When they land back at the village, Savanna helps him dismount. “Well Aonung, I hope you enjoyed the view.” 

“It was ok.” 

The banter the morning had started with has faded. Aonung shifts awkwardly on his toes. Flashing Aonung a smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes, “I guess I’ll see you around Aonung.” Turning, Savanna walks towards the village. 

Aonung stands where Savanna left him for a couple minutes. He replays their conversations, the view from her ikiran, and mostly her touch. He almost convinces himself she hadn’t been leaning into him. He might have been successful if his body didn’t remember the cold after she leaned away. He couldn’t rationalise these feelings, how he longed to be near her, hear her voice, her laugh. Groaning Aonung decided he would join the hunting party to avoid teaching her family any more lessons, he needed to be away from her to clear his mind.

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His daughter (sully family x reader)

It was rare for Navi’s to have twins. So with Neytiri’s pregnancy with Lo’ak and Y/n it was safe until it wasn’t, she had almost lost Y/n in her womb. It would’ve left Lo’ak by himself, the rest of Neytiri’s pregnancy was the worst. She knew her baby girl was going to be born weak, so when they pulled her out of Neytiri’s womb it was like they were taking the life right out of her. Neytiri immediately went to grab her, longing for her daughter’s heart beat. Compared to Lo’aks body Y/n was small and fragile..from then on the connection with their daughter was strong, they needed to be in order to keep her alive.

So from then on Y/n was Jake’s baby girl, his precious daughter. It should be noted that she was Lo’aks twin and was raised along side him and Kiri.

Of course as any child would, Lo’ak and Kiri had selective hearing when it came to their father and his many rules growing up. However, Y/n listened. She was the only one out of all three who truly cared about her fathers opinion. In the eyes of the clan Y/n was Jake’s golden heart.

*

“Mhm and Ooo! What is this papa?”

The child had wobbled to her mothers chain of flower, she had planned to surprise the girls with.

“ahhh, that my little one is not for you!”

“…are you sure papa? It looks nice on me.”

Y/n twirled around with the flower crown, smiling with glee and grace.

“It does!! But your mother would kill me if she found out I let you-“

Neytiri had walked through the home before he could even finish his sentence

“Ma’Jake?! You were supposed to hide it!”

“She got a hold of it!”

“It looks amazing mama-”

While spinning however, Y/n fell to the floor and both parents looked at her in disbelief. They froze for a moment waiting for the cry’s to begin..but they never did. Y/n just laughed at herself and laughed at her parents for worrying more than she had. Jake’s smile couldn’t hide, he knew that Y/n was strong and he loved that about her.

*

The only issue with Y/n was that she wore her heart on her sleeve. She loved to love everything in site, and she often gave people the benefit of the doubt. Jake saw that, and he trained her very well. He had her perfected and established to be a role model for the clan. Despite all his efforts, y/n didn’t find it in her heart to view the world as he did. So, he kept a watch fall eye on her to keep her safe, and Y/n was never allowed anywhere without someone around.

*

“I’m going around the village! By-“

“Nope! Not without your sister!”

Y/n had tried her hardest to remain patient with her father, settling on not saying anything and instead holding her frustration in. All she desperately wanted was time to herself; she was exhausted from spending time with everyone.

*

In many ways Y/n knew how to capture anyone’s eye. She was the most vibrant out of all siblings. All siblings remained close, but they had never gotten to the point where they would speak about..the cracks within their house..

*

Jake had been furious that he found both of his sons wondering around the forest, with no care in the world.

“Lo’ak are you stupid?! You were given orders! Stay away from those areas of the forest!..and you! Neteyam how many times do I have to tell you to keep an eye on your siblings!”

Both boys would blink their tears away..

*

It wasn’t just them..

*

Y/n had been eating her dinner alongside her family when an elder adult approached her. They had instructed her to fix something, in an aggressive tone; almost as though they were demanding it be done now. For once, Y/n retaliated gently, slightly annoyed that she was constantly interrupted when she was trying to connect and eat like the rest of the clan.

“Im sorry, can it wait till im done eating? then I’ll be happy to do it! thank you.”

The elder had gotten annoyed because it was the first time, Y/n declined aiding. The women had walked away in a rush, upset at the girl.

The siblings quickly exchanged confused faces about the situation before leaping back into their conversation but Jake couldn’t shake off the emotions he was feeling about Y/n denying the women.

“..that was rude why did you treat her like that?”

Y/n looked at her father with a questionable look..

“She was rude first.”

“So? She is an elder..”

“I said I would get it done later sir, im eating like the rest of you. She can wait.”

“Y/n that is not the behavior you should be having towards the clan.”

The pair had went back and forth in hushed voice as the rest of the family watched.

“..why is it that she can toss orders at me and you can be completely fine with it?”

“Y/n you can’t be talking back to me-“

“Can our daughter not eat in peace Jake? Please can the both of you be quiet.”

The pair turned to Neytiri and all Y/n could do was pass a gentle smile at her mother, glad she had stepped in. It was very rare that Neytiri ever did. Both Y/n and Jake were so used to getting what they wanted, that the pair would often clash heads…

*

The arguments didn’t start until Y/n got older. She had gotten so eager to finally go out by herself and be more independent. That’s just the person Y/n was, she was willing to take risks and adventure. Funny enough Lo’ak was the same, yet he got away with majority of the things he did because it was expected of him. Y/n always had to come back home looking the same as she did before she left. Not a hair or seam in her outfit out of place, if Jake knew she did anything he wouldn’t approve of he’d be furious.

To Y/n , that was the most frustrating thing of all. Everyone of her siblings would be able to go out, except her. She had hated it, she always felt watched. When the people came up to her she felt as though she couldn’t truly connect, she was absolutely terrified of the things they’d tell her father if she did.

For her father’s approval, Y/n conquered more than you can imagine. She had more talent in her body at her young age than any male soldier.

You can only imagine how eager Jake was to leave the forest. His sacred children were held at gunpoint, what more of a signal could there be as a warning to go?

So the family left their home; tears fell from everyone’s eyes as they were now torn away from their friends and families. Y/n eventually grew with excitement and encouraged the rest of her siblings to feel the same, she knew something good was coming. Eywa was going to treat them to a reset button.

When they arrived on the island Y/n stood tall and confident. The clan looked at them with the most disgusted faces, confused as to why they were there and what they’d be asking for..

Time had passed and when Ronal got to Y/n, she didn’t hesitate to poke at her body. She had no shame in Critiquing it, in-front of her people…

“This child! She won’t last-“

Neytiri hissed, frustrated at Ronal for even implying that. Jake had told her to calm down, yet again putting his foot down.

“Do you think this is what we want here? Your children’s bodies won’t survive in our ocean, their demon blood runs thick..”

Ronal continued by picking at Kiri and Lo’ak next.. degraded was an understatement of how Y/n felt. She looked at the crowd furiously, until her eyes settled on a boy who had just came onto shore. He had teased her siblings here and there before meeting her eyes.

Ao’nung could feel the madness within her eyes, how fragile and frightened this experience was for her. Those eyes told everything. He had made the abrupt choice to put the teasing to an end, deciding it wasn’t worth it. Nothing could perfectly describe the way Ao’nung viewed Y/n , she was breathtaking to him. Different than the rest of the Navi’s but comforting.

When he was walking them to their Mauri he had gotten quiet, glancing at her the entire walk. She looks so comfortable in her skin, confident even! But when you took one look at her eyes it was like they captivated you and told you her life’s story. He was so interested in her background..

Y/n had remained quiet the rest of the night, she was excited before but now…the anxiety and sadness settled in. She missed the forest, she missed home. Y/n missed it so much that she regretted being at least a little excited, she threw herself to go back to grieving. All her siblings seemed eager to learn, but she knew that if she didn’t get any of it right or if her father didn’t think she was trying hard enough he’d made her relearn to all over and over again.

So there she was, picking at her food…fighting the tears. In that moment she realized she pushed those excited emotions on herself, at home she had a role to withold and the people were always so eager to speak to her. Maybe she took it for granted sometimes but, she would always take the time to say hello and ask how everyone’s day was.

“Y/n? Y/n? Y/n!”

She had been pulled out of her transit once again.

“Yes?”

“I know it’s hard. But we can’t sit at the table with upset faces. When you’re out there? You smile. When they don’t smile back? You smile. Even when They’re not here you must smile. they cannot know you have a distasteful thought while being here.”

She was mad. Mad that he was still holding his guard up. Upset that he had managed to order her around even when he wasn’t trying to. Frustrated that he couldn’t see that they should be allowed to grieve the loss of their home. Neither of them realized how exhausted and how easily irritated both of them could get after the amount of traveling they did.

“No ones here except family-“

“So? Your siblings feel your emotions! You’re making everyone upset.”

“How is that my fault? I’ve been trying-“

“Well try harder! Cause that face isn’t showing it.”

Those furious tears fell from her eyes as she stared at her father. He wanted to control everywhere she went, and now he wanted to control her emotions.

“..Well you can’t go around acting like that either..”

“Don’t cry now Y/n.”

“Yup, that’s me being dramatic. Once again, father knows everything!”

“I know everything! Because I do everything.”

Y/n got up from her spot and walked away from her meal, exhausted from her father. She was beginning to get the strength to just forget pleasing him. Y/n no longer wanted to be her father’s golden child, it had gotten so bad he’d even describe her as a burnt out star..

Even when it was visible Y/n no longer wanted to argue, Jake kept pushing and he followed her as she attempted to walk away.

“..cause you don’t let me do anything! I could help more if you just let me go!”

Neytiri gasped, fear reaping right out of her. What she feared was true, Y/n did notice how tight Jake held onto her, and she felt suffocated. The true truth was right between her words.

“Please the both of you are just tired, finish eating.”

“No Neytiri. I’m tired of this behavior. Y/n! With the way you’re acting, you are doing the opposite of help!”

Neteyam grew accustomed to taking the siblings out the room when anyone was arguing with father, he knew because it’s what he would’ve wanted. The most harshest punishments come from their father.

“I’m doing the best I can! What else do you want from me?!”

“I want you to be better! And to maybe spend some time thinking about how you’re effecting this family! I can’t keep arguing with you! This year has been a wreak! And it started with you, constantly acting out. You don’t get to be sad when you became reckless with the clan when they needed you.!”

Y/n started at her father for a brief moment, she gave her heart a moment to break. The clan meant everything to Y/n and yes, sometimes recently she had denied their demands to stay late and aid within their homes simply because everyone has their moment when they were tired of everything. The face of betrayal came across her face once again..

“…you may tell me how to shoot a gun, or train or who I get to hang out with, but you don’t tell me how to grieve my home and clan! I’m done with this conversation.”

“Oh!! Now I get it, this is about your training, that you fell down from!”

“Oh my goodness! This has nothing to do with my capabilities! But since we’re on the subject just because I mess up with small details, doesn’t mean that I won’t succeed in life! You do not get to tell me that!”

“I get to tell you all of it! Because I made you! Remember that Y/n!”

“Yea dad…you made me..okay..that’s fine..”

Neytiri wanted to cry at seeing her daughter’s shoulder weaken, her posture fall with her tears, and her hair detach from her scalp once again since she had run her hand through it. The volume in her voice got low and cracked, her daughter had accepted defeat in Jakes argument.

The siblings walked back in and watched Y/n walk into a dark corner of the Maui, turning her back to her family..

They sat there and didn’t bat a word at Jake, simply gotten used to his behavior and treatment of Y/n. They didn’t believe he was right for it, but what can you do when you know she’s at least fighting for herself? All siblings and mother accepted that she would never change.

Y/n laid there weeping silently, allowing her body to fall into a deep rest she needed badly.

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Boys Don’t Cry

Dad!Ao’nung x Sully!reader

IN WHICH Ao’nung cries for the first time in his life after the death of your son, but you’re here to help him through it.

Warnings: ANGST, death, grief of a son, our bby crying :(.

READ Fire Drill first to understand, this is Ao’nung’s side of the story.

Ao’nung had never cried in his entire life, other than the moment where he had been stripped from his mother’s womb and into the lands of Pandora. He had always been a quiet baby, always the type to cause trouble that would make him laugh rather than wail.

Growing up in a strict household had only strengthened Ao’nung’s lack of emotional display  as he grew up, always feeling like the future Olo’eyktan should not shed any tears. He remembers the times where he would make fun of his more sensible friends for crying over the smallest things, making them feel small for being able to express their feelings. He thought that crying was something boys were not supposed to do, that they were supposed to appear strong for their families when bad things happened. 

Sure he had been reprimanded by Ronal and Tonowari countless of times for his behaviour and recklessness, and he would often come back from hunts with a couple of gashes and wounds littering his skin, but never a single tear to graze his cheeks. He would grit his teeth until pressing down on them would hurt, trying to swallow back his pain so he didn’t cry. 

His sister, Tsireya was very fragile of nature as she inherited their mother’s more hidden side. She was sensible to things around her, and she was never scared to show how she felt. Sometimes during their youth, Ao’nung would tease her and call her a crybaby whenever she’d cry about the smallest things, causing her to sob even harder and getting reprimanded by his father. 

Soon you would get to know that the boy was emotionally constipated. It had taken it a while for you both to confess, yet alone for you to comprehend that he had feelings for you. Those same feelings that you had accidently revealed to him one night, and he was glad, because that had allowed him to act out on his own. Soon, your love had developed into more than just being mates and sharing a bond through tsaheylu. You had both created a baby through that said love, and Ao’nung was elated at the news.

He hadn’t cried when your son was born, unlike you that was spent and just happy that he was finally here. In some way, he felt prideful of not being soft-hearted like his family. He felt strong because to Ao’nung, boys don’t cry. 

-

Ao’nung had never cried in his entire life, not when his son was born, not when he laid wailing excruciatingly in your tired arms. Crying does not always represent happiness or sadness, he didn’t need to cry to show that he felt joyful of the welcoming of your new baby. The warm smile on his face was enough to tell you that he was more than happy that his son was finally here, and he had vowed to himself on that day that he would be strong for the both of you. 

Though when the humans and recoms came to claim your father in their death grip, he didn’t know what would happen. Ao’nung watched as you poured your heart out for the unfortunate death of the oldest Sully son, your brother Neteyam. His death gripped your heart like it had never been held before, crushing it in its cruel hold. His lips turned into a frown as he held you in his arms, your shoulders shaking as you trembled from the aftermath of your sobs. 

The humans were cruel people, claiming what is not theirs and destroying whoever and whatever is in their way. He had sworn to himself on that day that he would kill every single one of them for making you suffer in such a way and that your tears would not be in vain. But as he watched as his forever home vanished in the midst of the flames, his heart could only pick up the place. 

You were frozen beside him as you watched the marui that you both shared being engulfed by the fire. Ao’nung remembers not thinking straight as he gripped your arm in a tight grip as he dragged your frozen state into your home. He remembers the blood curdling screams that you let out as you cradled your deceased son, unpitied by the Great-Mother. 

He couldn’t remember exactly when his eyes had started tearing up, the burning feeling of arriving tears rising in his throat. The sight of your mutilated son was more than what his heart could take, and soon the fresh tears began pouring down his cheeks freely. There wasn't much that he could let out, no more than 3 tears rolled down his grimy cheeks, but they were 3 too much. 

His tattoos burnt his skin as he felt undeserving of them. The ones marking his arms up to his chin were the ones that he had acquired after passing his rights of passage, deeming him a strong and valuable adult, but how could a strong man fail to protect his own family? How could he have let his own son’s life slip out of his fingers when he knew that he could’ve protected him. 

The guilt was overbearing, shifting him out of reality as he thought of the little amount of time that he had been able to spend with his son. It ate him up from in to out, leaving him feeling like an empty shell void of any emotions. The feeling of his mother’s warm palm over his arm was enough to snap him out of his derivative dreaming, the harsh sounds of your wailing reaching his tense ears. He was so distraught, pupils blown and without knowing where to look anymore.

He didn’t want to look at your poor son as he laid unmoving in your arms, but the guilt of not looking would soon catch up to him if he didn’t. Ronal’s hands cupped her son’s cheeks, ripping him out of his trance once more. He could make out a few distinct words that his mother was talking to him, but the ringing in his head was far too overwhelming for him to even concentrate. His lips wobbled and his ears were flat against his skull. 

Ronal’s own distraught state was far too much for him to comprehend, so he gently peeled her hands off of him. 

She had never fully accepted you like her own daughter, not even when you had publicly announced that you were mated to her son. But whether she liked it or not, you were family now just like your son was to her, and family doesn’t like seeing family suffer. She couldn’t even imagine the pain that you and  Ao’nung currently felt, as she placed a hand on her swelling stomach. 

Later that night, things were dead silent in his family’s marui. He had come for a simple thing, and it was to fetch fish for you to eat tonight, because he needed to take care of you no matter how he felt. It didn’t matter if he felt emotionally destroyed, he had made it his duty to take care of you while you grieved. 

Tsireya’s frown seemed permanent ever since the events had happened, not knowing how to comfort her usually stoic brother. She had never seen him like this, so distant and quiet because he was unable to express his own feelings, and it hurt her more than anything to see her only brother suffer in silence. 

Hell, the silence of their marui was suffocating on its own. Tonowari couldn’t even approach his grieving son, because damn was he also emotionally constipated. He cursed himself for his inability of expressing himself freely, that if he wasn’t then maybe his son would’ve been confiding the thoughts that were bothering him so much to them. He knew that it weighed him down, so much that he could not even stand the pressure even if he sat on his knees. 

Ronal’s guilt as she rethought of 2 years ago when she had agreed with Tonowari to let you seek Uturu 

in their village. Maybe if she had been stronger and had strictly denied her mate, Ao’nung would be happy off with someone else right now. There would’ve never been a war upon the lands of Awa’atlu and her son would be smiling amongst his own little family. Though she knew it was wrong for her to think of this at such a time, because she knew that the love that Ao’nung held for you and your son is great, and he wouldn’t exchange the both of you for anything in this world. 

For, she had a close connection to her children unlike anyone else on this planet did. A mother does tsaheylu right after birth with their babies, and the emotional bond that they share is like no other. She knows when her children are hurting, she can sense it, she can see it. Ronal can’t help herself but to treat Ao’nung as though he was the fragile kid that he had never been, but nothing seemed to break through that shell of his. Maybe, she believed that it was better off to let him sort out his feelings with you, that he would feel better to confine in you for now, that he would eventually open himself to them.

The violent images of his son’s scorched body and the vile smell of demise was still fresh in his mind, the events replaying like a broken video. 

So they watch as Ao’nung walks away, a plate full of fish held tightly in his unrelenting grip. Ronal knew that there was always a light in darkness, he just needed to look through the right path, and she was sure that soon enough you both would. 

-

When you awoke to the cold feeling of emptiness beside you, there was a nagging feeling that tugged at your chest. Despite that the pain of losing your son was still swirling raw in your chest, you knew that Ao’nung getting up before you meant that something was wrong. It wasn’t that you usually woke up late, no, further than that even. It was that Ao’nung usually waited for you to get up before starting his chores. Those were the little things that you had caught onto in your relationship, and it was damn time that they came in use. 

You raised a hand to rub the grogginess out of your freshly opened eyes, fingers digging oddly pleasurably into your eyes. Then, when the grogginess had disappeared, you could see your husband’s back turned away from you. Ao’nung was cutting up a few fruits as he dropped the pieces into a large bowl before him, his ears were flattened upon his head and his tail laid flat against the material of your temporary marui. Given that the one where you previously lived on was now in shambles.

Plus the both of you wouldn’t have been able to live in the home in which your son had passed away in, it would always be a dark spot on your hearts. 

Painfully, you stood up from your previous spot as you approached your husband. You kneeled down behind him and he visibly flinched when you brought a hand down to rest upon his shoulders. Though you didn’t take it to heart. Slowly by slowly, you began creeping your hands around his torso as though not to scare him and you embraced him warmly from the back. It was silent, but for once the silence was not comfortable. It was stuffy and suffocating, full of unsaid words that were waiting for clarity.

“I’m so sorry yawne, I never intended for things to be like this.” you excused yourself like any of this was your fault. Like the recoms following your father and unabling you from having a good life was any of your fault. Ao’nung was silent, more than he had been yesterday and your chest quivered as you started crying again. You were tired of it, tired of feeling like all you could do was cry for this nasty feeling of emptiness to leave your body. 

You watched from the corners of your eyes as his lips wobbled at your words, despite the tears blurring your vision. Ao’nung turned his head away from you as he hid his vulnerability, and your heart ached at the sight of your husband. You didn’t want him to feel like he had to hide how he felt around you, or feel like he had to be embarrassed or scared that you would somewhat judge him if he came true to how he really felt.

“Hey,” you gently called out for him, unravelling your hands from his torso as you moved to sit in front of him. The dish of fruits was long forgotten as you moved it to the side to take its place. Ao’nung’s lips were sealed in a tight line and you could now see the tears that gathered in his eyes, unable to escape his waterline. You felt your heart drop down to your feet as it was only the second time that you had seen your mate cry, but now you were in a mental state where you could help him. 

You took his face into your hands like his mother had done the past night, and it felt all too comforting to him. His cheeks burnt with discomfort but you were not about to let him cry his sorrows alone, you were his wife after all. Your thumbs ran soothing circles upon his cheeks as you waited for him to turn his head to you, leaving him the time to feel comfortable enough so that you wouldn’t have to force him upon it. 

“It’s okay to feel gloomy after what's happened, you don’t have to hide yourself from me,” you whispered out the last part, your throat burning as you felt more tears rising up in your eyes. You blinked them away as they fell graceful down your darker skin. “I’m not going to judge you, I'm not going to tell anyone.” you pleaded through tears and soon enough he turned his face towards you. 

You watched as he completely crumbled, his lips dropping impossibly further down into a bigger frown before he pushed himself further into your embrace, his arms wrapping around your waist as he hugged you. Ao’nung felt embarrassed when you didn’t berate him for crying, feeling ashamed that he even felt the need to hold back whitin your presence. 

His face was buried in your neck as he sobbed his sorrows away, your arms intertwining behind his neck as you swayed him back and forth. He knew that you were loyal and that he trusted you with his entire life, he knew that you would keep your promise of zipping it. He felt so much relief as he sobbed into your arms, your body warm and close to him. 

For, boys do cry, and so do men. Men who have lost their families, their homes, the ones that they loved. Men who are mature enough to understand that crying does not render you as weak, and soon Ao’nung would learn to open his heart to that thought. He felt safe sharing his burdens and sorrows to you, and you always listened to him with open ears just like he did with you. 

-

hey y’all concerning the requests, i’ll be posting them within 3 day intervals (if i’m done with them fast enough to do so).

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Refuge

part 1 | next

aonung x !Sully! reader.

Word count: 4.7k

Language: Tsahík- spiritual leader of the clan, Skxáwng - idiot

description: Your family seeks refuge with the Metkayina clan. You are met with a boy that takes your breath away but you did not know the sadist that lived under those eyes. He was cruel and mean too your sibling and you so why did your heart still beat for him? Why is he more gentle when it comes too you?

Exhaustion, the only word to describe how you felt after the days of traveling to the reefs clans home. You payed no mind to the na’vi’s gathering around as you landed your ikran. Hopping off all you felt was a overwhelming uncomfortable feeling as the sand seemed to burn your feet and the suns fire danced across your body. There were no trees to hide yourself no soft grass to calm the ache of your feet as the grains of sand seemed to be on fire. The heat was unbearable and it only seemed to get more suffocating as the crowd around you thickened.

Your father approached with his hands up showing you meant no hard as he approached the people. You lazily followed behind him feeling discouraged and weak from your travels. Kiri seeming to notice your state took your hand in hers giving it a comfortable squeeze. She led you to stand behind your parents, being a good big sister and guiding you. Lo’ak and Neteyam were right next to them allowing the strange Na’vi to examine them. You could not understand how your older brothers were always so bold never lacking confidence. It was funny because Lo’ak was born just a few minutes ahead of you but the two of you could not be anymore different.

Suddenly the crowd parted as a clearly entitled na’vi made his was to the front. His eyes seemed to burn into your family as he scanned you all. You did not miss how he ignored your brothers greeting simply staring through them as if they were not even there. Normally you would feel offended but you could not seem to process the boys disrespect as you eyes scanned his body. He was not like the Omaticaya warriors you were use too seeing, he had a strong large build with a tatoo from his neck to bicep. A feeling of desire swirled in your belly as you took him , Eywa he was beautiful.

Seeming to notice your state his menacing ocean eyes met yours. He scanned your body as if he was taking in every detail. You had not realized you were holding your breath until his gaze tore away from you as he turned to talk to a shorter na’vi. A snickers left his lips as he turned back to you and your sister motioning to your tails. Suddenly your stomach dropped as embarrassment took over, hiding next to kiri you attempted to shield yourself from their gazes. Their laughing did not last long though as a beautiful na’vi hit them both as she whispered a scolding you could not hear.

Looking to your brother you saw him take her in with a awestruck gaze. You could not help but giggle at Lo’ak obviousness as you watch him, god your twin was such an skxáwng. The Amused feeling soon vanished as the chief made a grand display announcing his arrival. Nerves took over as your father conversed with the chief and your mother and the Tsahík butted heads. Suddenly the intimidating woman was making strides towards you and kiri and every bone in your body told you too flee as you tensed.

“Look at these tails they will be useless in the water!” Grabbing your tail harshly she examined it with her hands almost as if making a point. Letting out a faint cry of pain you were quick to take your tail back an annoyed expression painted on your face. The woman paid no mind as she continue to rudely take your sisters and Lo’aks hand and lift them in the air.

“They have demon blood!” Voice accusatory she embarrassed your sibling. You felt your blood boil as you watched her, how dare she! A hiss escaped your lips as you stared at the woman fury in your eyes but your father was quick to take the attention away from your act of disrespect. He displayed his hand countering her point and leaving her silent. The woman made her way back to her husbands side and as if they were communicating with their eyes they looked to each-other. You wished they did not grant you uturu after that dehumanizing display but your father seemed please with the outcome. All you felt was sadness weigh down your heart, wishing you were home.

“My daughter Tsireya and my son Ao’nung will teach your kids the way of are people.” At the news the young girl seemed to light up her smile lightning your mood slightly. Her excitement was contagious you could not deny that. The boy with the ocean eyes did not seem as please as words of defilement left his lips but he was quickly shut down. You could not deny that you were slightly exited to have such an attractive teacher, especially if you had to go through an iknimaya again. It felt foolish going through a rite of passage at 18 but you must learn the way of these people.

Tsireya was full of joy as she helped you take your stuff to your pod. You felt a slight comfort watching her prance along. Though your amusement did not last long as your arms seemed to scream at the weight of your load, arms slightly shaking. You moved slower than the others with similar loads to you but you were the only one who seems to struggle. Strength had never been your fortes, you became a warrior because of your speed definitely not raw strength, unlike your brothers.

“Your flimsy arms can’t even hold such a small load.” You felt a blush cascade over your face as his ocean eyes pierced yours. The boy you knew as Ao’nung had a smirk plastered across his face as he looked back at you clearly amused by your struggling.

“I-I am fine” The lie left your lips in a tone filled with struggle. You felt embarrassed that his first impression of you was a weak na’vi who could not even haul her load. The man only shot you an unimpressed look as he walked towards you. Ao’nung only shot you a glare that made your stomach flip nervously as he lightened your load, taking a few things from your grasp. A sigh of relief left your lips as you slightly jogged to catch up the na’vi already a few strides ahead of you.

“Thank you!” A smile threatened to breach your lips as you looked at the boy.

“Don’t think much of it forest girl, I do not like you freaks in my village.” As his words hit your ears you felt your ears droop. The temporary happiness quickly vanished as you were at a lost for words gaze casted away. What a great start to your life in the clan….

It had been 2 days since your arrival and today was to be the first training in the Metkayina way. You were suppose to meet Roxto Tsireya and Ao’nung near the ilu saddles. You were filled with excitement as you walked next to Lo’ak to the locations as Kiri and Neteyam led, Tuk had her own personal tutor due to being 12 years she would not need to learn some of the things her older siblings were. You had no fears for your little sister as you anticipated your own lessons, hoping to feel a little less useless in these foreign lands.

“God, your excitement is gonna make me puke.” Slightly pushing you Lo’ak rolled his eyes playfully.

“Don’t act as if you are not filled with joy to see the chiefs daughter!” Teasing your twin you pinched his cheek as he hissed.

“As if I have not seen you eyeing the future chief.”

“How-”

“I am your twin y/n we are different but I know you as if you are myself.”

A blushed painted your cheeks as you avoided your brothers knowing gaze. You knew twin telepathy was a myth but moments like these you felt as if the boy could read your mind.

“Whatever.” Quickening your pase you caught up with Neteyam and Kiri hoping to join their conversation to avoid Lo’aks teasing. Your twin only laughed at your actions jogging to catch up too the three of you. Kiri and Neteyam shot the both of you a questioning look but payed no mind as they approached a waiting Tsireya.

“Oh, good morning! I have been waiting, the boys are already in the water.” After a short sweet greeting the girl ushered the 4 of you into the water. She dived in so gracefully it left you slightly taken aback. How could someone be so effortlessly perfect?

Lo’ak who wore a similar expression wasted no time to jump in with Neteyam. The two boys made whoops as they splashed in the water, it was an ungraceful sight compared to Tsireyas display. Slightly hesitant you looked to kiri for reassurance and your older sister gave you just that. Taking your hand in hers you both walked to the edge launching yourself into the water.

As the water calmed around you your eyes prided opened taking in your surrounding. If you were not underwater the sight itself would have taken your breath away, it was beautiful. Kiri, who also seemed entranced by the beauty shared your look of awe. You did not bother to stop your sister as she wandered away knowing the girls entrancement with wild life, you simply followed your brothers in front of you. You took the chance they went up for air to call too then allowing them to stop and wait for you.

“Hurry y/n these guys are fast as hell!” Lo’aks voice called out as he grabbed your arm pulling you towards them. Neteyam had his face in the water watching the na’vi below you.

“They are doing weird signs but I think they want us to follow.” Neteyam informed you as he took a deep breath and dove back in. You felt a wave of dread as he did so feeling your lungs already burn. Resentfully you took a deep breath and followed the boys, but it was no hope as the Metkayina were far too fast and could hold their breath for much longer. Before you knew it the three of you were back at the surface gasping for breath.

“I-I can not” You spat out between breath as you looked at you brother. They shot you a sympathetic look before the other breached the water next to you.

“You are not good divers, maybe good at swinging through trees-” Interrupting her brothers rude comment Tsireya smacked him on his head. You could not help but let a weak giggle out in between your struggle to catch your breath.

“We do not understand this finger talk.” Said Neteyam.

“We will teach you.” Tsireya said in a calm voice as she looked at each one of you. You caught Ao’nung rolling his eyes in the back, it was no doubt that he was not happy to be lumped in.

“Where is kiri?” Suddenly the boy Roxto asked as he looked around the group.

“She is near where we dove in.”

“We’ll then let’s head there, you guys need breathing practice” With a giggle Tsireya dove back into the water leading the way. A full body sigh left you lips, knowing you would have to go under again.

“Don’t drown on the way back forest girl.” You felt hot breath on your neck as the familiar voice of Ao’nung spoke so close to you. Goosebumps seemed to rise on your skin where his breath touched. You had no words to say as you turned to look at the ocean blue eyes that were soon torn away from your gaze as he dove under.

“Skxáwng!”

𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅

After what seemed like hours of swimming you made it back too shore. Your stamina was far from small yet you felt a slight drowsiness overtake you as you walked onto the beach. It was almost as if your lungs were tired, a feeling you had not felt before. You were most grateful that your new activity did not include holding your breath but learning to breath. You would be lying if you said you did not find Tsireyas explanation confusing, weren’t you breathing right now?

It seemed as though Lo’ak shared your confusion because as the lesson progressed the two of you seemed to be the only ones not getting it. It did not help that Tsireya flirtatiously placed her hand on Lo’aks stomach sending the poor na’vi even more off course than before. A slight laugh left your lips at your twins reaction finding his flustered state amusing.

“Do not laugh when you are not doing any better” Cutting your amusement short that annoyingly smooth voice entered your ears. His tone was laced with annoyance as he poked at you.

“Yet I do not see you being of any help.” a sarcastic smile painted your face as you turned too meet his eyes.

“Do not blame me for your lack of skill.”Suddenly Ao’nung’s voice darken in a way as his eyes scanned your form. This caught the attention of Neteyam, offended for a reason you could not understand.

“Watch how you talk too my sister.” Neteyam was quick too jump in his voice stern as Lo’ak was peering from behind him.

“Woah, woah, woah let’s calm down a bit.” Tsireya jumped between the two males with a nervous smile on her face.

“Let’s separate into small groups, keep things peaceful and help the ones struggling!” Clapping her hands together the girl looked around with a hopeful look. The group muttered an agreement as Tsireya was quick to separate na’vi into groups of three. Of course you were stuck with Ao’nung while the others were spread between Rotxo and Tsireya.

“We shall separate for more focus, teach some signs too them as well!” Scoffing Ao’nung turned away from his sister and began to walk away. Tsireya motioned for you to follow the grouchy man and you did just that. Dragging your feet behind the taller na’vi you felt your mood sour at his obvious attitude.

No words left his lips as you were left staring at his back. In your opinion he was blessed with a very nice back. You could see bits off his tattoo from his neck at the top of his shoulder and it was obvious that he was a warrior. His frame was strong and hard most likely the result of his training and endless hours of swimming. It was almost as if you were in a trance as you admired him from behind caught up in the way his muscles slightly moved as his defined arms swayed at his sides.

Abruptly stopping your brain did not have any time to process until you slammed into the na’vi, a slight gasp left your lips at the impact. In attempt to back up you stumbled on your own feet landing swiftly on the ground. A slight groan left your lips as you made contact with the sand. You had no time to catch your breath before ao’nung was turned around, wearing an amused expression as he looked at you.

“Try too pay some attention forest girl.” It was now Ao’nungs turn to wear a sarcastic smile as his eyes looked over your fallen form. Embarrassed, you quickly rose dusting the sand off your backside. You avoided his judging eyes as you placed yourself on the rock you assumed was going too be the place he would teach you.

“Hmm no words now?” Cocking his head too the side he worn his signature smirk, placing himself in front of you. You felt your heart best against your ribs as his eyes bore into you.

“I am sorry.” Avoiding his gaze you whispered a response. A purple hue painted across your face. A light chuckle met your ears as his eyes stayed glued too your face.

“Let’s start with signing than, if you even can with… those fingers.”

Casting your gaze too your four finger hands you subconsciously laced them together. Tucking your pinky finger in you felt slight shame. Your gaze did not move from your lap.

Slightly annoyed by your unmoving eyes Ao’nung reached for your face. His finger rested under your chin bringing your eyes too his. He wore a satisfied expression as his eyes bore into yours.

“Eyes on me forest girl.”

Your efforts too push down the rising feelings for the ocean boy seemed fruitless. Every attempt to gaslight yourself seemed futile because as soon as his eyes met yours the butterflies ragged in your stomach. It did not seem to matter how much insults he threw at you, if anything it got you even more hooked. He would say mean words but his actions did not match his tone as he would gently guide you into the correct position or take you away from the group too help you out.

Although his sweet behaviors did not extend too your siblings. Ao’nung was often cut throat and mean too them. It made you conflicted and sad. You did not wish too feel these things for someone who was cruel too your twin, too your older siblings. Thank Eywa Tsireya was there to intervene most of the time. She was even the one too teach you how to stay on an ilu. She had insisted on teaching you and Kiri hoping that her brother would warm up too the sully boys after teaching them too ride.

Her hopes did not get her very far as Ao’nung was a stubborn man, his high rank did not help his attitude. He taught your brother too ride masterfully but he was not gentle in his teachings. He argued that it was obviously effective as you could only ride bear back, helpless in a saddled ilu. It made you embarrassed that he brought up your lack of skill in front of the others.

You were quick to shy away from their gazes picking at your hands. Kiri had been a natural at almost everything they had throw at her while you were the opposite. Even Lo’ak caught onto things faster than you! It was clear that your skills did not lie in the water. On the other hand Ao’nungs mood over the weeks only seemed to get worse as he was always stuck with your brothers.

After what Ao’nung would describe as a horrid day he was preparing too hunt with his friend. Tsireya had released you and kiri early as the lesson on healing was rather short due too your guys prior knowledge. You had gone too pick the two of you some fruit, and on the way back you were met with a dreadful sight. Ao’nung was obviously harassing your sister as his friend surrounded her, snickering at Ao’nungs action and words. It made your blood boil as he grabbed for her hands, Kiri obviously uncomfortable and trying too get away.

You had never been the confrontational type but your normal timid personality seemed thrown out the window as you rushed towards you sister. The basket of fruit was long forgotten as your legs carried you too her at record speed. Throwing the fruit in your hand at the taller na’vi a hiss breached your lips as you shoved him with your momentum. The force made Ao’nung and you stumble back slightly.

“Do not touch my sister!”

Ao’nung ears perked up as a smirk plastered on his face at your tone. He was use too a relatively quite y/n. Sometimes you would insult him back but other than that you were quite and flustered during your interactions with him. He had never seemed too be able to hit a nerve like he did with your other siblings and he felt a foreign feeling as you looked at him with fury in your yellow eyes.

“Another four fingered freak enters the scene!”

A series of chuckles were heard as his freakish looking friends giggle around you. Kiri only glared at the boy as she stood beside you. Pushing down the slight fear you felt you hissed at the taller na’vi slowly getting into a defensive position.

“Y/n do not do anything stupid.” Kiri whispered her worried tone filling your ears.

“The only freaks I see here are you and your mutated friends!”

A flash of an emotion you could not decipher ran through Ao’nungs eyes as he was quick to grab your hand holding it up so high you had to rise too your tipi toes. A slight groan left your lips as your body stretched out. Threatened kiri was quick too bite Ao’nung. Using his moment of surprise you planted your feet on the ground flipping the much bigger na’vi over your body.

A laugh left the girl lips as you positioned yourself on the na’vi trying your best to keep his arms down. His little friends were now quite, shocked that two forest girls could bring such a big na’vi down.

“I love a woman who can take control.”

Ao’nungs eyes looked into yours. He seemed exited by your new aggression as he fought you for dominance. Feeling oddly uncomfortable by the scene Kiri was quick too usher Ao’nungs lackeys away flashing them her red teeth. Although she would usually stay and aid you in anyway possible she knew it was not her place as a woodspirte danced around the two of you. Of course that jackass has to be the one Eywa chose for you. Slipping away she allowed the scene too unfold as she went too search for her brother, intending too inform them of the recent events.

You did not even notice Kiri slipping away as Ao’nungs hands broke free. He now had you in control grabbing your wrist and placing them together in one of his hands. There was no doubt that he was much bigger than most Omaticaya men as both your wrist could be held in one hand of his. His grip was firm but not painful as he waited for your struggle too stop, than soon let go. Suddenly you felt flushed at your position, legs straddling his waist as his now free hands made its way too your hips.

Ao’nung lifted his torso up easily as if there was not a whole na’vi on top of him. Sliding down into his lap you felt your breath catch in your throat. A purr of satisfaction ran through Ao’nungs chest as he dropped his hands too your legs seeming too admire you.

“You freaks are quite light.” As the words were processed in your brain it was almost as if you were knocked out of a trance. Your body flinched away from his touch. Seeming to get the message Ao’nung was quick to remove his hands from you. You felt a storm of mixed feelings as you looked at the man not knowing how too react. You felt anger at his action yet your heart felt light as the ghost of his touch still lingered.

“Yet you seem quite comfortable at this freaks proximity.” The words came out in a sneer as you glared at Ao’nung. You had decided you would be angry at him, he was wrong to gang up on Kiri and what type of sister what kind of sister would you be too just forgive him because he was gentle with you.

“It was nice to finally get a rise out of you.” His signature smirk plastered across his face made you hiss in dissatisfaction. Shoving his chest you glared at the man about to rise too your feet before firm hands held you down.

“I meant no serious harm.”

“Your a dick! Let me go!” Raising your voice Ao’nungs eyes seemed too soften but before he could make any moves your arm was grabbed as his upper body was pushed into the ground. A hiss left the Metkayina throat as he was quick too rise too his feet.

“Don’t you ever touch my sister again fish lips!” Lo’aks aggressive voice rang through your ears as you looked at your twin. His grip on your arm was firm as his tail whipped in aggression. Ao’nung seemed to mirror his body language not willing too back down.

“Lo’ak it’s ok I had it under control!” Placing a hand on your brothers chest you attempted to calm him down. His cat like eyes pierced your as his gaze softened.

“Yeah your sister loves throwing herself at me.”

Shocked you looked at Ao’nung who’s eyes were not on you. He was obviously trying to get Lo’ak too snap and just that happened. Tearing himself away from you he stomped over too the boy.

“Bitch!”

THWACK

𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅𓂅

The thoughts of the day crashed over you in waves as you sat on a rock. The waves were not far from your figure as you were lost in thought. An immense guilt filled you at the fact that Lo’ak had been punished for something you considered your fault. You hated seeing your brother scolded it filled you with an unbearable sadness, but that was not the only thing that troubled your mind. Ao’nungs words did not seem to leave you as you rethought all of your interaction. Did he see you as a desperate? Were you just another one of his sick twisted games? Did the light touches, extra attention, and looks mean nothing?

You felt like a idiot. Such a stupid, stupid girl. Brining your knees too your chest you couldn’t help the hot tears from breaching your eyes. You were such a fool, for even thinking there was something there. You felt so stupid for allowing yourself too fall for the boy. For the way the water dripped from his curls, his stupid laughs, his dumb smug smirk that seemed to always be plastered in his face. You hated the way he touched you as if you were a delicate flower, how he would tease you and make your stomach swirl, and how your heart would jump every time your eyes met.

Feeling cold water against your feet you tore your head away from your knees. Looking up ocean eyes stared down at you with an unreadable look. Shock filled your features as you were quick to wipe away your tears trying too hide the evidence of your sorrows.

“Y/n” Your name rolled off his tongue smoothly. Ao’nung eyes softened as he scanned your form. Placing himself next too you eyes never leaving your body.

“Why are you here Ao’nung.” Your voice came out raspy as you stared at the ocean, gaze unwavering. It was obvious that you had been crying.

“I just wanted to check on you, didn’t see you at the dinner.”

You almost scoffed as the words left his mouth. Worrying after harassing you and your family all day? Could someone be anymore bipolar. “I have no words for you. I would not wish for anyone too think i’m throwing myself at you.” Although you intended for the words to come out in a harsh tone they left your lips laced in a pain Ao’nung could not decipher.

“I said I meant no harm-” Aggressively rising too your feet you cut the boy off. Your eyes filled with pain and anger as you stared at the Metkayina. “It does not matter what you intended it matters what it did too my family, to me!” Vision blurring from your tears you did not even know the Metkayina stood in front of you until his rough hands were placed on your cheeks. You felt his course thumb rub under your eyes wiping the tears away. You hated the way your heart leaped at the action, craving more of his touch.

Forcing his hands away from your face you shoved them away. “I will not be one of your games Ao’nung! Leave my family alone.” The last part came out barley above a whisper as you turned away from the man. Ignoring the ache of your heart and yearning of your body you stomped away from him tears running down your face in waves.

Watching you retreating from with his ears back and heart sunk Ao’nung thought over his actions. A slight guilt built up at the sight of your tears, tears he had caused. As your form disappeared from his sight Ao’nung knew he fucked up bad. He had lost his favorite forest girl.

a/n: I love love love Ao’nung🤭

this will probably be a 2 shot thing but let’s see where it goes

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SOMEBODY ELSE !

— chapter 11. deja vu.

a/n — sorry neteyam girlies (im not)

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You walked out of the building, finally wearing an outfit appropriate for the weather. You pulled the hood of your jacket up, shielding your face from the wind when you noticed Ao'nung's car pull up.

The window in front of you rolled down, revealing the grinning boy. "Get in the car loser, we're going shopping."

"Since when did you know mean girls?"

"Since Tsireya was my sister," he snorted, parking the car in an empty space. "So, I figure we should probably talk about what you wanted right now?"

"Oh yeah," you cleared your throat, the joking atmosphere quickly dissipating. "It's just— me and Neteyam got into an argument yesterday? Violet told him some dumb shit, like you were using me or it was all just a bet you were going for— and I defended you and that's why me and him fought— but now I can't stop thinking about it and I feel horrible for even thinking that about you."

Ao'nung listened carefully, not once interrupting in your rambling. "Fucking hell," he mumbled, running a hand over his face. "Me and Violet dated for like— a month at best? And we weren't all that serious, okay? We were friends with benefits and she wanted more one day and I just thought, why not, you know? It's fucked up but I didn't like her all that much— and when I finally told her and broke it off she felt used and went off telling all the other girls I went for that I was doing the same exact thing to them that I did to her."

Your eyes widened at the revelation, chewing on your cheek nervously. He hadn't directly addressed your worrying, which only made you feel worse, but nevertheless you stayed silent, letting him continue.

"But I swear on my life, y/n, I'm not using you. I never was. If I'm serious about anything, it's you. I liked you from the start, and I never would've started anything if I felt anything less."

You released a breath you weren't even aware you were holding, and nodded happily. "That's uh— good to know." You grinned, trying to hide the blush painting your cheeks when you met his smug eyes.

Yet the more you thought about it, the more the guilt weighed you down. Ao'nung was so patient, so understanding, how were you not ready? You still somehow had feelings for a man who hurt you over and over again (granted unknowingly) and you still couldn't move on?

Noticing your silence, Ao'nung placed a hand over yours. "Everything ok?"

Sighing, you softly intertwined your fingers together with his. "I feel horrible," you mumbled quietly, causing him to dip his head closer to your face. "I mean, you're just so- so understanding? You're so patient, you stick around when I tell you I'm not ready, and you don't get mad when I accuse you of really stupid things, and I just get why you're waiting on me when you could be with another girl who's ready now."

"Y/n," he cooed, his hand gently grabbing you by your chin to look up at him. "I wait for you because I want to. You're not horrible to me, I love your company, and you're still getting over a breakup. Knowing you like me back is enough for me."

His words of reassurance did little to ease your guilt, but you nodded anyways. "Yeah, yeah you're right. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he smiled, pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles. "Now let's go get some coffee, mkay? There's no way you had time to get it before I picked you up, you're in a fight with your coffee supplier."

"Ugh, don't remind me." You groaned, bringing your legs close to your chest, almost resembling a ball and resting your head on Ao'nungs arm as he pulled out from the parking lot, going to the cafe.

As you guys walked into the cafe, you'd finally given yourself a break, trying to forget about your worries and the fight from yesterday.

All of that went out the window when you saw Neteyam animatedly talking to Violet inside.

And it reminded you of a time you knew all too well.

FUN FACTS !

— neteyam and y/n would sit at the same booth everytime they went to the cafe and neteyam's been sitting with violet there the past couple times

— ao'nung convinced y/n to get his drink order this time and she hated it

— violet saw y/n and ao'nung but neteyam didn't

—

a/n — lowk end is cringe bUT CLIFFHANGER MWUAHAHA

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Synopsis ! You should have known better than to love someone so cruel.

Content and warning: Ao'nung x Reader! Ao'nung is a mean IDIOT, his friends too. BULLIES >:[ he comes around tho (2.6k words of angst to comfort hahah)

You’ve been in love with Ao’nung since you were little kids, always trailing behind like a second shadow and mimicking even the smallest gestures. To you, he was the sun; so bright and achingly alluring, but like the sun, he was cruel— oh so cruel. He’d burn you every chance he gets and you’d take it willingly, grateful for even the slightest touch of warmth. 

You never took it to heart. Never. This was a challenge that you’ve accepted with great pride thinking that you could crack his mean demeanor; you were convinced that the reason he had this seemingly tough exterior was because he was future clan leader— of course he needed to be strong. It would be bad for his image to falter, let alone to a girl who held no title whatsoever. You were nobody. 

Tsireya would say otherwise. though. She was your number one supporter; always urging you to do better and to continue with your cute antics towards his brother. She knows you’d be great for him— heck, you were the only one she deemed suitable for Ao’nung. How could she not think so? You were a great hunter, always quick on your feet and vigilant. On top of that, you were resilient. You never knew when to give up. 

You were believed to have been loved, regardless of his very actions. You remember crying to Tsireya one afternoon, showing her the graze on your forearm. The sight of it alarmed her— anything bloodied, even in the smallest of form would worry any kid so she rushed you to her mother. 

Ronal cooed while she tended to your wound and you unconsciously poured your heart out about how Ao’nung had pushed you harshly down the sand, scraping your skin on scattered rocks in the process. His friends had laughed at you, pointing their fingers to your fragile form, cowering. 

“Maybe he’s being aggressive because he likes you back!” Tsireya reasons, oblivious to what really was the case— but you were only kids, rough housing and games like these were normal so you didn’t know any better either. You wiped your runny nose and took a deep breath. 

“You really think so?” and still you were hopeful. 

Tsireya nodded enthusiastically, taking your hands near her chest. Ronal softly smiled, rubbing your back in soothing circles. “I’m sorry about Ao’nung, ma __. I’ll be sure to give him a good scolding later when he gets home.”

“And who knows, maybe he does like you. Boys just don’t like to talk about their feelings.” What Ronal said only burned your hopes higher— encouraging your heart to push for a longer run.

It wasn’t always like this. You and him were best of friends, inseparable and kind. You were a trio along with Tsireya and you absolutely loved spending time with them; swimming, exploring the ocean– being kids. Ever since, you knew he was the one, almost like it was the great mother’s own will. The feelings blossomed every spent time with him and you cherished it wholeheartedly. 

“You should eat plenty so that you grow up to be strong, Ao’nung!” You’d force bits of fish near his lips, urging him to open up. He was throwing a tantrum after being scolded by Ronal, arms tightly crossed and refusing to eat anything. “I don’t want a lanky mate!”

And of course it had been a joke. You’d love him regardless of what he looked like and you knew it, but it was so forward of you and it would always catch him off guard. His cheeks would burn bright red and he’d turn into a stuttering mess. 

“Mate?” He asked incredulously which you returned with an eager nod. ”That’s grown up talk! Don’t say things like that until we’re older.” 

“You’re gonna have so many pretty children!” Tsireya would comment and you both would squeal, oblivious to the frantic young boy. 

After he had started to train, Ao’nung was naturally introduced to other warriors. He fit in perfectly. As much as you were happy for him, that was also when things took a turn and before you know it, it was only you and Tsireya left. 

Ao’nung thought that what you had for him would be harmless– a silly crush your young heart couldn’t comprehend yet, but you had now grown into a fine woman and the said love had developed just as much. The people weren’t blind to see how you’ve matured so beautifully– but the men your age knew better than to even try to talk to you. Everyone knew you had eyes for Ao’nung and him only, and the way he grew himself had women dote for him. 

It drove him crazy; the sly comments, the lingering touch, the gifts– your very presence. He didn’t know how to handle it, so when his heart beat turned frantic everytime, he’d call it frustration. How his face would burn, how his chest would tighten. Ao’nung was conflicted and his mother was right– boys don’t like to talk about their feelings and he never will. 

He’d push you away harshly. Snapping the countless bracelets you’ve carefully crafted for him, embarrassing you regardless of eyes watching, and belittled you any chance he gets. Every woman would cry there and then, immediately running off in embarrassment– but you stayed everytime and it infuriated him. Ao’nung couldn’t shake you off, even if you weren’t around. You were everywhere he went, even in dreams. 

You sat with him as he sharpened his fishing spear, not even sparing a glance at your presence. “Oel ngati kameie, Ao’nung.” 

The silence didn’t falter you. In fact, it was inviting you to continue. You were surprised he hadn’t even got up to leave so you gratefully took the opportunity and handed him a present wrapped in leaves. He dropped his weapon and begrudgingly took it, opening it in one go. 

It was a pretty tie with various beads along the strings. His hair was sometimes unruly and he disliked braiding it, so you figured you’d make him something to wear. For a minute, he stared, admiring it– but the way your smile grew every second had embarrassed him. Ao’nung snickered, throwing it carelessly on the ground and you immediately scrambled to look for it.

“I’m not interested.” He emphasized every word as if he tried to make you understand, harshly kicking the sand towards your kneeling body. Ao’nung left and you could only stare with a sigh.  

So maybe this time, you were to blame. After all the years he’d push you away, embarrass you in front of his friends, you were still the same stupid shell of a girl who thought he had finally changed– he had finally cracked and you were confident. It was afternoon when they approached you, asking for your presence while they hunted further the reefs. Ao’nung had asked you– Ao’nung.

Nothing else mattered, not even the obvious snickers from the background. You nodded enthusiastically, tripping on your heels as you hurriedly ran back home to get ready. They had already mounted their Ilu when you returned and without a word, you followed them. 

So maybe this time, you were to blame. You should’ve known better than to be so trusting– so gullible and naive. Night was approaching quickly and Ao’nung or any of his friends were nowhere to be seen. The thrashing waves would unmercifully shove your small body on the very rock that helped you keep afloat, its harsh and sharp edges scratching your skin. The ocean was reprimanding you, you’ve concluded after trying to hold on for hours– the blame was yours and yours only. Stupid, stupid girl.

They had left you and this time, you knew well enough it had been their intention. 

They were laughing back at shore, applauding themselves for a successful prank. You were to return later all disheartened and the sight would be the cherry on top, but Ao’nung grew restless every minute. This was wrong and he knew that well. 

His friends had already bid their goodbyes but he stood there, waiting. He started to walk in circles while fidgeting his fingers– something was wrong. Perhaps it was a sibling thing for Tsireya to start feeling uneasy as well, so she excused herself from her mother and seeked for his brother. It wasn’t hard to find him and when she did, her panic only worsened as she approached him. 

“What’s wrong, brother?” Tsireya asked, eyebrows knitted together. 

“__” He immediately answered, “__ is outside the reef.”

Tonowari and a few warriors immediately ventured out to search for you. Tsireya couldn't even be enraged at his brother as she was busy worrying herself– but Ronal was a different case. She had been biting his ear off the very moment he told her what happened but Ao’nung easily tuned her out, only hearing his rapid heartbeat. 

It felt like forever, but the moment his father had returned, he ran towards him straight away. There you were, a warrior propping you up gently as you limped. You were bloodied and out of breath– he winced at the cuts coating your skin. Before he could even approach you, you had flinched. 

The look you gave him made him shudder. It was so unlike you to look at him differently, so empty and void of any admiration. Suddenly, his throat was awfully parched and he was entirely unmoving– all the apologies that were begging to be spat out from the tip of his tongue, gone. You stood there, staring with your teary doe eyes. 

His presence made you nauseous and you would’ve cowered in instinct, if not for the warrior’s hold on your shoulders. You could’ve died– you almost did; you were already slipping and numb.

Your parents had immediately ran to you, crying as they held you near. They rushed your weary body to Ronal in a heartbeat. The clan spoke in whispers as Tonowari dispersed the growing crowd. 

Ao’nung could only watch at your retreating figure. He visibly gulped. This was it, he thought, this was what he wished for. 

And it had only hurt him terribly.

He stayed near the hut regardless and heard how you whimpered– how you’d sniffle and cry. The paste burned against your skin and you couldn’t help but squirm. You felt so ugly, so humiliated and little. 

Ronal finally walks out, the sound of the flap waking Ao’nung’s drowsy state. “Mother, how is she?” He receives only a scornful glare as she walks past him. 

“Mother, please.” 

“I am deeply disappointed in you, Ao’nung” She said, clearly holding back. The tsahik sighed, “but for her sake, I will save you from any more scolding. It is what she asks for.” 

And it was so like you to think of him before yourself. It applied more pressure on his already beaten heart and he could only drop his head in shame. This was his fault and he had to face the consequences he so begged for all these years– so where did this sickening desire to hold you close come from? It was bittersweet on his tongue and no water could get rid of the taste. 

“I know that look, brother.” Tsireya didn’t have to glance to see his troubled state. It’s been days– no, weeks. He couldn’t get to you; skilfully blending in with your surroundings and out his sight, scurrying quickly towards another direction– it was clear you wanted nothing to do with him. 

It pained him– absolutely shattered him to pieces. 

“I can’t reach her, Tsireya.” His frown deepens as he frustratingly tugged on his hair. 

“And you will never again!” Ao’nung flinched. As much as Tsireya enjoyed the torment of his brother, she still rooted for the both of you– still standing firm with the fact that you’d do good for him, but she thought of you and knew you also deserved better. With a dejected sigh, she whispers,  “If.. you don’t hurry.” 

“Her hideout. Now. Go make things right.” Tsireya hoped she was doing the right thing.

Ao’nung darted in a heartbeat– disrupting the busy clan and accidentally bumping into them. He couldn’t waste any time anymore, he had to get to you or else he’d forever hold his peace. Every step he took was an image of you with someone else; someone else willing to make you happy, someone else to be your mate. 

And he hated that. It only fueled him to go faster, eventually reaching a pond surrounded by trees. The place was hidden and only the three of you knew where it was located– it was your safe place.

There you were, relaxed and unknowing. It was cruel like this; for Eywa to strikingly illustrate you in a different light– in a different point of view, or perhaps it had never changed and he just chose to never look at you the way he’s staring now. You were absolutely beautiful, basking in the glow of the dusk. The water swayed you gently and the calm on your face was inviting. 

This was his only chance. 

Ao’nung approached you, allowing the water to swallow him near you. He called out your name in a whisper and you immediately turned to him in surprise. Before he could even get another word out, you tried to hoist yourself up to escape, but he was quick to grab your wrist. 

You hissed in return, his touch burning the healing cuts on your skin. “You don’t get to be sorry.” 

You had turned your back on him and only then did he see the same tie that you tried to give him around your hair. It was gut-wrenching– the taste of his own medicine. 

“I knew you wanted me off your skin, but I didn’t realize you wanted me gone.” And he knew what you meant, immediately wincing at the thought.

“I’m sorry, __” The apology came out almost in a desperate manner. Ao’nung was aching to touch you– to hug you close. He was willing to apologize forever, if it meant that you’d finally turn around and look at him, but when you did, his body went rigid and he wanted to swallow his words. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

You were crying and you looked everywhere but him. He took a step forward and when you didn’t retreat, he took the chance to hold your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. You absolutely hated it– hated him. Even after everything, he was warm. “You don’t get to be sorry.”

“How could you be so,” You hit his chest harshly, the water splashing along your movements, “How could you be so mean?”

“I am young, __” Ao’nung softly said, his eyes on you unmoving. “Young and absolutely stupid.” 

“Damn right you are.”

He let out a breathy chuckle. “I never had anyone love me the way you do. Anyone who paid me any mind wanted me for my status– they only wanted the olo'eyktan’s son.” 

You turned your head with a click of a tongue, only for him to grab your chin to look at him again. Of course you never wanted him because of his or his parent’s title– you loved him genuinely and he was a coward to not see that. His expression was nothing but sincere and you hated it.

“I am young and stupid, __, so please.” He takes another step forward and you were sure the small gap between your bodies had cut your inability to breathe. The water had gone cold and you couldn’t move. You stayed there, looking up at him. “Let me grow old with you and I promise to be wiser.” 

“I see you, __.”

☆ mauve here! FINALLY DONE W THIS AO'NUNG PIECE, JESUS CHRIST. this was actually the first thing i've originally written prior to making this account because the lack of aonung content was >:(((( so here i am, giving him my long awaited attention. finding pictures of him were so hard as well! i enjoyed writing this though, i love aonung and his sibling dynamic w tsireya

i left this in a cliffhanger, i think, BECAUSE personally i wouldn't let that slide. i wouldve left aonung to beg FOR DAYS but eh

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[loaksbitch]

whiny jake is all i’m thinking about right now so here it is. — this is based on an ask that tumblr decided to suddenly delete, tyvm tumblr :’(

warnings – oral (m reviving), whimpering & whining, hair pulling, deep throating cause it’s jake sully.. c’mon now 🧎🏽‍♀️

“don’t do this to me.” — jake sully (⨳)

“baby.”

he would whine when you rest your hands on his thighs, opening your mouth and extending your pink tongue out before leaning to lick his painfully throbbing dick from base to tip.

“oh fuck,” the man standing in front of you feels his knees weaken, loving the way your warm tongue traced on the soft skin of his cock. jake discerns his breath hitch when your lips wrap on his sensitive tip, taking a long blink and sighing a curse out.

you both have done this several times but this time it was as if you had control, every drop of pleasure you’re giving him was in your control and the thought alone boosted your ego.

you watch your man bring his head forward and lock eyes with you, biting on his bottom lip harshly that his skin might break. he watches how you roll your tongue back to your mouth and taste the precum that oozed on his vexed tip, fuck, you’ll be the death of him.

contented by your ways, he eyes how you then licked circles on his angry tip before wrapping your lips around it and sucking ever so gently. his precum and your drool making his cock sloppy that drove him insane every time you teasingly pop his girth-y length out of your mouth.

you won’t deny the way his precum and your spit creating a thin line and connecting your lips with his dick when you pull back made your pussy pulse. “don’t do this to me,” you hear jake plead, his head lolling back that the veins on his neck are showing.

you’re torturing him and it’s no fun for him.

amber eyes looked at him, bringing your hand up to his cock, guiding it down from the erection pointing up and putting his back in your mouth made him let a long ‘fuuuuck’ out, at least until he was out of breath.

your saliva being in use as lubricant, you test your man’s self control by taking him deeper and deeper in your mouth and each time you do, you can hear his shallow breath getting louder. jake, personally, won’t mind if you swallow his dick because he would just die being the happiest man if you do.

he moans and runs his hand through his hair, controlling himself from fisting on your hair and fucking your throat until you’re gagging on him.

deep breath.

looking down to check on you, jake groans at the sight. you’re a mess just by licking him, your chin messy with your own drool before you allow it to roll and fall onto your breast. fuck. fuck. fuck.

“princess,” he sighs, the sight being too much for him that made him feel his balls tighten. the knot inside him was getting pulled tighter when you gathered your unbraided hair into a ponytail and increased your pressure on sucking him.

you hollow your cheeks, as you moved up and down on his length, fucking your own throat voluntarily. jake’s head dropped back, chest picking up its pace when his breath deepened. he kept whining, one hand bracing himself to the bed while the other held onto his own hair.

moans escaped your throat, sending vibration to the base of his cock causing jake to whimper. “fuck, just like that…” he says every time your head picked up a speed. “you make me feel so good.” he whispers, bring his hand to your face and tucking your hair back to your ear that just slipped when he fucks your face.

jake was mesmerised, you’re so pretty it was making him climb fast to reach for his awaiting climax. your one hand holding onto your hair while the other forced its way to the back of his thigh and pulled him close to you made him shudder.

your breath play game was strong and jake knows he’s fucked.

you keep moaning, the hot breath from your nose hitting his pelvis. jake feels his muscles tense. the hand that was tucking your hair behind your ears sliding to your ponytail that you were holding and fisting on it makes you gasp.

a stinging pain shoots in you when he pulls on your hair, standing firm on his legs before thrusting into your mouth. jake doesn’t miss out how your eyes widen, tears stinging their way to your eyeballs, “you’re so fucking hot.” he tells you, moaning when you suck on him.

your both hands are now on the back on his strong thighs, pulling him close to you as he keeps fucking your throat. jake then feels his stomach drop, his abs contracting.

“wait.” he doesn’t want to cum before you, he needs to please you before him but you don’t listen and kept going, moaning in annoyance and pushing him to your mouth when he tries to back off.

“wait…bab— fuck, wait. wait.” he pants, but you only took him deep as you could, jake’s jaw gape when your flat nose presses against the hilt of his pelvis, your ears twitching was letting him know you heard him the first time but don’t give a fuck about it.

you were going to end him.

he doesn’t see it coming when it crashes him down, coming inside your hot mouth. jake feels his vision explode into numerous colours and groan your name out, feeling you free him from your mouth. “what the fuck, you know i don’t like coming before you.” jake was fast to object but you only giggled.

it made his heart swell.

a soft smile cripples to his lips, eyeing you when you wipe your lips and get on your feet. “what are you doing to me?” he just asks and you simply shrug before he’s wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

“c’mon, let me make you feel good now.” it was his turn to make you see stars, ruin you to be exact and you allow him, closing your eyes when he takes your lips with his.

hope you enjoyed pretty anon who requested for this (but got deleted) — short drabbles reqs are open! i love each and every one of you sm!! mwah **

moots tag, @vmptears @love-chx @eywas-heir @gloryy-vs @theycallmesia @fanboyluvr (lmk if i forgot)