#rotxo fluff

[xylianasblog]

Depths of his love.

Pairings: Agedup! Rotxo x FemHuman reader

Summary: You were his fascination, he desired you deeply.

Warnings: Yandere, fluff, stalking. Lemme know if I missed anything!

A/n: It’s super late but it’s my day 7 of @quicktosimp event! I really enjoyed coming out of my comfort zone for this event. This one is definitely not long and I’m not very confident about this because it’s my first ever time writing yandere but I really hope y’all enjoy it 🥺💕

You thought he was pretty, though his fascination over you was adorable. You weren’t surprised you had truly expected as much. Not many of the reef navi were familiar with humans, only the chief and the warriors who had first-hand experience and it was never a good experience.

It started slow. It was a nice thing, him asking you questions about yourself here and there, always being around and making sure you were safe when you traveled—little things like that. You never minded those things because they were simple questions and getting to know one another, was the most innocent way for things to go.

Soon the touching began, small touches such as pats on the head, gently pushing you alone, and grabbing your hands. Eventually, the touches grew more frequent and in different places. That was when you learned that Rotxo was touchy, very very touchy. He enjoyed touching and feeling your body, he liked how your squishy skin felt soft and pliable in his hands. Especially your thighs and breasts, it wasn’t anything sexual he just enjoyed how squishy you were in general. You thought it was innocent, never thinking bad about the curious Navi male. He enjoyed hugging your body and holding you and his personal favorite that you didn’t mind was him laying his head on your chest his face buried snuggly between your breasts. Such a relaxing comfort for you both.

After the touching came the gift-giving. He gave you gifts he had made himself, sweet little trinkets, bracelets, and clothing he was sure would fit your size. You were familiar with how courting worked you had seen it enough within the Omatikaya. All the happy mated pairs brought you joy but to experience it firsthand was on another level of things you’d expect.

The gifts were nonstop sometimes you’d find them outside your shack, and truthfully you’d never turned away the gifts because you knew exactly where they came from, and who they came from. How he even managed to get the gifts in the places he put them for you to find you'd never know but you never really cared if you were being honest. All you knew was that it felt nice. The gifts never stopped even once you both agreed to try it out. In moments you were alone, you always felt eyes on you, watching you. Never in a bad way, you always shook off the stares continuing with your duties to help out around the clan.

Gradually the stares stopped and soon you noticed that Rotxo was there, every twist and turn. On the days you felt alone you were never truly alone because he was always there. You never quite understood, couldn’t grasp the concept of how he knew, how he was always there even when you weren’t sure you needed him he was there. Never leaving, never going and if he left it was never for long he always came back. He truly felt like he was your protective in every sense of the word, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you feel even the slightest bit of love.

You weren’t sure how you never noticed until now, the way he made everything about you. He was always around his behaviors weren’t normal at all, and you knew you should say something. This level of devotion he had for you, the way he was protective over you and catered to your every waking need. Should have been troublesome really, should have made you speak to him. But part of you liked it, deep down some sick part of you enjoyed it. He loved you with a love that you weren't even sure classified as love anymore. Never any malicious intent just sweet and soft touches, pretty words, gift-giving, and many acts of affection. It was daunting really, a new level of love. A new meaning of love not only to him but to you.

Most days it felt as though you could feel him sinking into you, your movements becoming one. The steady realization that is not just you anymore, but Rotxo and you. Watching as everything else disappeared around you and here with each other despite the instability of it all it was so much better there. Within each other.

Tags: @tallulah477 @eywaite @quicktosimp @etherial-moon-blog

[aleshimbobimbo]

HEYYYYY!! I absolutely loved your Rotxo fic, and I, being a good Rotxo lover, want to ask you if you could do a Rotxo x Female!Reader where Rotxo wants to confess to reader but he's too shy and stumbles on his words as he does, so it's difficult for reader to understand. TYYY! <3 - 🪶

My Words Won’t Work

Rotxo x Reader

Description: Rotxo is hopelessly in love and has finally worked up the courage to tell you, unfortunately that courage left as soon as he got your attention

Warnings: lil bit of angst for Rotxo, embarrassment, that thing you do when you embarrass yourself so you’re just like imma kms but it’s Rotxo, Ao’nung deserves a warning in general, fainting, this kinda turned into Ao’nung crack at some point

Word Count: 983

Author’s Note: HIIII I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH AND THIS IS ALSO MY FIRST REQUEST?? MY FIRST REQUEST GETS TO BE THIS?? ITS SO MAGNIFICENT AND PERFECT THIS IS GREAT MWAH MWAH AND IM SORRY I ANSWERED THIS LATE, LIFE HAS BEEN A BITCH BUT ILL GET TO IT NOW

Second Author’s Note: the other author’s note was written like whenever I got the ask but I got it like over two months ago and I was so unmotivated and not satisfied with what I was writing so I put it on hold until I felt like I could do this ask some justice. Anon please request again, this made me so happy and I get so happy when I go back to look at the messages you’ve sent in. You’re so kind and it just makes my day and I hope this fic makes you happy

Why did life have to be so cruel? He had finally called your name and now, his mouth has stopped. Rotxo stands there, staring at you, his mouth opening and closing but his words were broken.

“I saw you sleeping- I MEAN SWIMMING And wanted to walk— I MEAN TALK to you and uhm uh. Hi. I mean. Eywa help me.” He sunk his head in embarrassment.

You stared at him, a bit confused and entertained. “Hey, its okay Rotxo. I trip on my words all the time,” you reassured him. He looked up at you for a moment, looking away quickly when he accidentally made eye contact.

“Now, was there something on your mind or you just wanted to hang out?” You questioned.

“Something pacific- SPECIFIC. Damn it. My words won’t work.” He whispered the last bit to himself, you couldn’t help the small laugh as you heard it though.

“Well then?” You asked, waiting for him to tell you what he had been meaning to. He loved when you looked at him like that, so curious. His heart beat raced, his face flushing a deep purple and damn, he knew he was going to embarrass himself if he even tried to speak again.

He took a deep breathe, trying to muster up some of his lost courage. “I wanted to tEll you-” and then he just stopped. His voice had cracked in front of you. He was done. He began to walk away and towards the water.

“Where are you going?!” You called after him.

“To drown myself!” He called back enthusiastically. You couldn’t help the little chuckle you had before you raced after him. You grabbed his arm and forced him to turn back to you.

“You can do that after you tell me what you were trying to say earlier” you say holding back an amused smile.

He closed his eyes and once again took in a deep breathe, he held it for one count. Two counts. Three. And then he released and opened his eyes. It was now or never.

“IMAYBESORTALIKEYOU” he yelled out quickly, turning and dashing off towards the maruis. Likely to find his best friend, Ao’nung.

You stood there, stunned. Your face felt hot. You couldn’t contain your smile. You decided to take a swim before you went after the sweetheart, giving him a bit of time to cool down.

As you swam around the reef, you noticed that the colors seemed more vibrant. The blues of the water seemed more blue. The green of the plants were more green. Everything seemed so much prettier.

You thought of the times you would swim with Rotxo and he would always match your pace. He never would leave you behind. It’s been long enough, and you needed to see him.

Walking over to Ao’nung’s marui, you heard the both of them. Ao’nung was holding back laughter, but failing horribly. Rotxo buried his face in his hands, his face still burning, probably because of Ao’nung laughing at him.

“WAIT SO YOU *wheeze* YOU MEAN TO TELL ME HAHA YOUR VOICE CRACKED SO YOU STARTED HAHAHA WALKING TOWARDS THE WATER AND TOLD THEM *wheeze* YOU WERE GONNA DROWN YOURSELF” Ao’nung’s voice carried.

“Are you trying to tell the whole clan?!” Rotxo groaned. He loved his best friend, he truly did, but sometimes his best friend needs to shut the fuck up.

Ao’nung took a few deep breathes to steady himself and stop the laughter. But then you walked up. He was laughing so hard tears were rolling down his face. He even started silent laughing, not having enough air to even make a noise as he fell back on his bed.

You ignored him and looked at Rotxo. “Can we please talk?” You asked. He looked at the ground as he stood, not saying a word as he followed you back to the spot he had confessed his feelings to you just an hour earlier.

The eclipse had started and it was getting dark. He tried to hide his face, but it wasn’t easy considering he was a Na’vi glowstick. It was your turn to take some deep breathes to calm your nerves.

“I know what’s coming, it’s alright” he finally said.

“What?”

“I understand, you don’t feel the same.” He said depressingly, he turned on his heel.

“Stop making assumptions without letting me speak” you called after him. You crossed your arms and furrowed your brows, trying to look angry but your mouth simply wouldn’t cooperate. You tried to hold back your smile but the corners of your lips just kept popping back up.

He turned back to you, he looked so confused. He just stared at you, waiting for you to speak again, praying in his mind to Eywa that you were saying what he thinks you were saying.

“I like you too, Rotxo.” And that was all it took as he simply collapsed on the spot. It was at this point Ao’nung showed up, finally done with his little fit. And then this happens. He’s gonna have to see his mom about his lungs at this rate.

Ao’nung has a smirk playing on his lips while he helps you carry Rotxo to his marui.

“Y’know you’re all he ever talks about. I’m glad he finally worked up his nerves. Take care of him for me” Ao’nung says. You look at him shocked.

“Wow I didn’t know you could be such a softie” you joke. He just gently smiles at you, but this smile seems much kinder than anything he had ever done. Ao’nung truly loves his best friend, and he’s trusting you to love him just as much.

“But don’t you dare tell anyone else about what I said, I have a reputation to uphold you know” he teases back.

You set down Rotxo on his bed before turning back to Ao’nung.

“My lips are sealed.”

[queentheweeb]

Rotxo X Fem Metkayina Reader

Prompt: "Just talk to me"

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You've known Rotxo your whole life. The two of you were always seen together whenever he wasn't with Aonung and Tsireya. You remember how at one point in time you were jealous of Tsireya because of his crush on her but, that was to be expected. All the guys had a crush on Tsireya and all the girls had a crush on Aonung just because they were the chief's and Tsahik's children. You only felt better when he realized that his feelings for her were not romantic, but instead, he saw her more as a sister due to them growing up so closely together. This gave you some hope in your heart that maybe one day your feelings for him will be reciprocated. However, you seem to be the only one to realize that he is actually quite popular amongst the teen Na'vi both the girls and the boys. The only one that you confided in was Tsireya and she supported it all the way.

"I can definitely come up with something for the two of you to spend more time together. However, it should be easy, because the two of you used to hang out all the time, and even though we have more duties, you should not shy away from hanging out with him, despite how your feeling has changed." You were currently sitting on your Ilu's with Tsireya having this conversation when the two of you should be collecting shells and jewels to bring back. 

"That is very kind of you Tsireya but I do not wish to burden you with my own feelings. I need to be a big girl and stop avoiding him. Maybe if I gather enough courage, I can actually confess to him or I just might wait, because I do not wish to jeopardize our friendship." You were truly scared of the consequences of your actions. You will always love Rotxo as a friend before you will wish to love him as a mate and the thought of losing that connection, that friendship made you want to cry. You would rather swallow your feelings than risk losing a precious friendship. 

"I do not think that your friendship with him will be jeopardized. You must remember who we are talking about here. He is literally one of the sweetest people we know on this entire island that we call home." She did have a point there, Rotxo was one of the sweetest people ever, and he will rather fight an Akula bare-handed than purposely hurt someone's feelings. That thought alone made you come to a realization that if you do confess your feelings to him, he may agree just to keep from hurting your feelings, which is much worse than anything. You would rather be sad and embarrassed than force him to agree with something simply because he put your feelings above his, which should never happen.

"I am going to have to think about all of this." Tsireya Looked like she was going to push you to talk more but thankfully, she got the hint, and plus, she is just too sweet to put you on the spot like that. 

"That is fine, but for now let the two of us continue doing what we are supposed to do before we both get in trouble." You both giggled and smirked at each other before diving into the water to get the shells and stuff that you needed. The two of you collected many shells and jewels and stones to bring back and by the time the two of you were done, that is when you noticed that her brother and Roxto had come back from hunting. You felt your heart and your stomach flutter with nerves when Rotxo came into view. 

"What have the two of you been up to?" The four of you talked for a while with you steadily avoiding eye contact with Roxto, who took notice and kept looking at you with eyes of concern. The brother-sister duo also took notice of your odd behavior but chose not to say anything as they looked at each other and had a silent conversation. 

"Hey Y/N, it has been a while since the two of us have hung out, would you like to come with me for a while after we drop off our things?" You almost withered at the sincere and hopeful look he was giving you. You knew that he knew that you would not reject him in front of the other two since it would raise too much suspicion. You almost scowled at his plan because you were not sure you will be able to contain how you truly feel once alone with him.

"Of course, I would love to." You were so focused on looking at him that you missed the Aonung and Tsireya looked at each other.

"Why don't the two of you get a head start then?" You turn to give Tsireya a confused look as she reached over and plucked the basket of jewels, shells, and stones that you collected with her. You looked over to see Aonung doing the same thing to Rotxo, who was just as confused as you were. 

"See the two of you later. We will have an excuse for why the two of you are missing." You watched as the brother and sister disappeared on their Ilu's never looking back, leaving you alone with Rotxo. You turned to him to see that he was already staring at you, making you flush with slight embarrassment. You knew you were acting weird because you never acted like this around him, but you couldn't help the way you feel. Your infatuation with him only grew stronger and stronger until you realized that what you thought was platonic was, in fact, romantic feelings for him. You were too scared to figure out how his feelings were for you though.

"Y/N." You looked around the waters to see that the two of you were alone, and you weren't about to run away from him. However, you were too nervous to look at him, and he took notice of that. "Why don't you want to look at me?" You want to speak, but you got tongue-tied, and the words kept dying from your throat. You wanted to cry because you felt so silly in front of him. These feelings were making you nervous, something you never thought you would feel when you would be around him.

"I..." You managed to get out a single word before clamming up. You felt him sigh and the water move as he moved the Ilu to be directly next to you, close enough that you felt his leg pressed tightly against your leg. You still refused to look at him until a cool hand was pressed under your chin and he forced you to look at him. He had a small frown, and his head tilted with genuine concern for you.

"Just talk to me, please." He was so earnest that you were not going to deny him what he asked, even if you were fighting against it. It was like an invisible force making you open up to him.

"I really like you. I have a crush on you, and I do not want to mess up our friendship because I have romantic feelings for you. I was just going to pretend that I did not have them, but it got harder and harder to hide that I ended up avoiding you, which was the last thing that I wanted to do." There you go. You said it, you admitted it You sighed and closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable but it never came. In fact, you heard a chuckle, which was very uncharacteristic of him, and had your eyes shooting open to stare at him. You knew you were blushing because he was already staring but you were too confused to try and hide right now.

"That's why you have been avoiding me? Because you have a crush on me, and you assumed it would not be returned. Yawntu, please." You felt your jaw drop, but you did not pull away when he leaned forward and pressed his forehead gently against yours. In fact, you found yourself closing your eyes again and purring lowly in your chest at the close proximity. "I wish you would've told me sooner than I wouldn't have to be worried about my future mate avoiding me." It was your turn to open your eyes again and gasp in shock.

"Your future mate?" You really should be focused on something else, but all you can focus on is the bloom of hope that erupted in your chest, especially when he smiled so sweetly at you.

"Yes, yawntu. Mine." When he leaned in for a kiss you leaned in to meet him the rest of the way. If you knew that, admitting your feelings would lead to this, you would have admitted them a very long time ago.

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What are your guy's thoughts?

[eyrina-avatar]

Rotxo x Kiri headcanon

genre: romance, fluff

author's note: Ao'nung and Tsireya, and Rotxo are siblings in this(writing before someone complains in the comments lol). also, this is more focused on Rotxo's feelings.

warnings: none, my first time writing a headcanon though😬 only proofread 1x

Arrival at awa'atlu

the arrival of the Sullys was strange for everyone involved, especially for the children of Ronal and Tonowari

Rotxo was especially interested in learning more about the forest na'vi and how they used their slim tails and arms in their everyday life

Lo'ak's five fingers was definitely interesting but he always seemed too busy with Tsireya to bother

but Kiri usually had more alone time and seemed more understanding of the Metkayina ways out all of her family members

she was perfect to hang out with to learn about the forest clans and so they started taking lesson together

it started with meditation classes- learning to breathe

and then eventually swimming lessons- the metkayina way

Kiri had been doing great and her calm and accepting nature was easy for Rotxo to handle

Rotxo's feelings for Kiri

he eventually started to develop a small crush on her

her amber eyes, in contrast to her blue skin almost mesmerizing

and her chill and easy-going attitude instantly putting him at ease whenever she was around

he couldn't help but blush whenever he guided her hands to the spot she was supposed to be breathing from and whenever he held her up and moved her arms in the right spots while teaching her all the ways to swim

ao'nung had eventually started to catch up to Rotxo's little feelings when he realized that he was often asking about her

"Kiri...where is Kiri" Rotxo had always seemed worried when the group was together but she was wandering elsewhere

"Dude, just ask her out. It's not like she's gonna hit you" Lo'ak rolled his eyes and simply tried his best play cool at the confession he'd just told him, more worried about what Rotxo's older brother would say he found out that the troublesome forest boy liked his sister

nervous, Rotxo sat alone on the sand, enjoying the water splashing on his feet while he thought of how to ask her out

Kiri knew something was wrong when she saw how quiet he was

"what is wrong?" she placed her hand on his shoulder, immediately calming him down

"nothing..."

"something is wrong, Rotxo," the worried but soft look in Kiri's eyes slowly reassured him that she would react well

he eventually got the courage and confessed, but to his surprise, she reciprocated the feelings

Their relationship

their relationship started off slow, but steady

nothing was rushed and Rotxo was sure to ask if Kiri was comfortable before holding hands

but they weren't public about their relationship, though, Lo'ak knew but couldn't care less, as long as Rotxo kept quite about Lo'ak's and Tsireya's relationship

Rotxo and Kiri didn't hold hands while walking, but instead held hands while swimming

he showed her all the best spots and prettiest islands he knew of

he especially loved taking her out during eclipse, when her face shined beautifully and the way her eyes twinkled at the sight of the islands during that time of day was always breathtaking to him

Rotxo was quick to introduce her to his spirit brother as his girlfriend, earning a congratulatory flip from the tulkun.

hugging was something Kiri wasn't too accustomed to so Rotxo was sure to take it slow with her

when she got more comfortable, they would often bask in each other's arms, making fun of lo'ak's and ao'nung's antics while the rest of the friend group ran wild trying to control them.

Rotxo and Kiri often found comfort and peace in each other's arms, basking in the sunlight or watching the night sky

for them a new form of tranquility and happiness was found, each other

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

what do you guys think of my first headcanon, did it suck?💀

I decided to write this after I got a nice little suggestion in my inbox hehe

I would have focused more on their feelings and more on Kiri's pov but I was honestly tired when writing this and just needed to get some content out already

want to see more rotxo x kiri writing or other ships? make a suggestion

Reblogs/ any interaction/ feedback is always much appreciated!

as always do not steal my work and please don't post it on ao3 or wattpad

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colors used: #54CAFB and #5FE9D7

[fytb1235]

★ Late night swim ★

༉‧₊˚. Pairing: kiri sully x metkayina!reader

༉‧₊˚. Characters: Spider, Lo’ak, Kiri

༉‧₊˚. Warning: friends to love trope, kissing, cussing and reader being a simp

| You and kiri go for a late night swim and end up confessing your feelings for her

༉‧₊˚. masterlist ｡^‿^｡

༉‧₊˚. Requests are open

༉‧₊˚. You and kiri were sitting by the shore the water rising up and down the sand, we were both talking about our days laughing and smiling enjoying each others company, but that's when an idea popped into my head "hey kiri" I said "yeah? She answered "wanna go for a late swim?" I said smiling "you know I can't say no” she says smirking.

༉‧₊˚. I smile like a little kid grabbing her hand running towards the water, we both jump in seeing how beautiful the water looks at night the little sea creatures swimming around me and kiri feet but that’s when we came up to the surface , I felt like I just got hit in the face or I had got serious whiplash

༉‧₊˚. The way her wet hair looked , her eyes looked so pretty, her smile was breathtaking and her laugh was angelic-" y/n?”

༉‧₊˚. She said snapping you out of your trance "oh sorry it's just …..you look really nice" I said not even looking at her oh my goodness why would I say that how am I supposed to tell my best friend I'm in love with her oh fuck it. That’s when I take a deep breath……

"༉‧₊˚.“Ireallyreallylikeyouandhavesinceiseenyou-andifyoudontlikemebackitscompletelyfine” i close my eyes and catch my breath ready for rejection not even able to make eye contact that’s when she grabs my face and kisses me oh my goodness it felt like my body just shut down she pulls away smiling

༉‧₊˚. That’s when you both hear laughing "Ohhhhh you lovebirds" you both turn around and see spider and Loak mimicking kissing noises. These assholes. Kiri roll her eyes you both splash them with water "go away" they run off giggling like children

༉‧₊˚. She looks back at me "Don't worry y/n I like you too"

| Little note: this is my first fic so I’m kinda nervous and hope you guys like it pls leave feedback on how I did :)

[onskepa]

Yay requests are open!

What about a platonic Ronal x scientist? Yes they study the planet but ronal cannot help but like them because they respect the culture, her medical skills and only seems to find the silver lining in her stiff comments. Like come on human I am trying to make you leave through the power of rude and you just gave me a freidnship bracelet? Wtf I imagine tonowari just snickering every night as she complains about her new best friend

Hellooooooooo darling~!!

Yes! Another ronal fic! Thank you for requesting and I hope this cute fic will satisfy you and everyone else! Enjoy~!

Irayo pt2

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Irayo

“You are good to go, if anything goes wrong or if they are not very welcoming, just say the word and we will get you” the head director of the ocean na’vi program says. In front of him was the new girl. Determined and open minded to learn new things, and was given the ultimate task. 

Make the first human contact with the reef na’vi. 

Nodding in excitement, the new recruit gets into a canoe with her prepared items. Making sure she is set for sail, she looks at her comrades. “I will let you know everything. Hopefully, this can go well. If doctor Agustine has faith in us, we can't lose” she says with optimus in her voice. 

Saying her last farewell, she sets off to the Metkayina island. 

“This will be good, I can feel it!”

She arrives at the island, her eyes in awe as she gets closer to the shore. So many na’vi! They all stare at her, many in fear, others in curiosity, and many ready to fight her. Raising her hands, she gets out from her canoe and displays she is of no harm. 

“I come in peace, I bring no harm” the human girl announces in perfect, fluent na’vi. 

Many, from what she suspects are warriors, stare at her in surprise. 

“You are a sky demon! Leave or we will not be easy on you!” one of the warriors warned her. Another warrior follows after. 

“We heard what you did with the forest na’vi, leave! You only bring death and sorrow wherever you go”. 

The tension was building fast among the other people. Mothers protecting their children, might warriors standing in front of the weak. Any wrong move and she might end up dead. Which is a high factor. 

The crowd breaks as two significant looking na’vi walks through, from how they are dressed and the others willing to step aside, the human knew exactly who they were. 

And it gave her excitement. Already the first and she is seeing so much! 

The human was quick with the traditional na’vi greeting of “I see you”. In hopes that the tension can lessen if she displays their ways. 

The Tsahik and Olo’eyktan looked at her carefully. Observing her every move and detail. Small hint of disgust but also confusion as to why a human is here. 

“Hello, I bring no harm. I am here to learn your ways. Allow me to prove myself to you, perhaps you have heard of the dark stories of what the humans did to other na’vi, but I promise you that I only bring peace. Please, teach me your ways”. 

Ronal doesn't know what or how or even why. But after a lengthy discussion with Tonowari, they granted the human permission to enter their home. And learn their ways. As best a human can learn. While Tonowari was more loose on letting the human in, Ronal felt different, at first she came defensive and was always on alert should the human do something that seems bad under her eyes. 

But the human was aware where the line drew, only did what she was allowed to and dared not to push boundaries. Ronal wasn't making it any easier for the human. None whatsoever. In fact, Ronal planned to make things so difficult for the human that she would have no other choice but to leave. 

Now if only it worked that, and not Ronal making it harder for herself. 

 “Put more strength in your arms. It must be thinned out and easy to separate. Any thicker and it will be difficult to mix” Ronal instructed the human with a harsh tone. She was teaching the human how to make crushed, thin, dust-like green material. Very dry leaves that were thoroughly picked from their small forest.

The human woman smiled and obeyed, “alright tsahik”. Doing exactly what she is being told. That is the thing that irks ronal. The human doesn't fight back. She doesn't do anything! 

“A child can do a better job than you,” Ronal says with a snarky tone. The human just takes it, “I don't doubt it. This is more of their ways” the human replies with such calmness in her voice. Not a hint of anger, impatience, nothing. 

“Dont think this will be enough, there is still much more to grind down” Ronal says, as she places a lot more dried grass in the already big pile. The human stops for a few seconds to look at the bigger addition. Ronal smirks, surely this will be it? “Guess I better grind faster to finish all of these” the human says in glee and continues to grind. 

Ronal’s smirk left her lips, fine then. Tomorrow will be worse. 

Harsher insults, harsher training, harsher practice. Ronal threw everything at the human, but nothing breaks the human girl. And it infuriates her to the core. Why wasn't she fighting back? Why was she accepting everything? Why was she letting ronal belittle her? 

Ronal’s anger grew to where Tonowari had to enterfier. 

“Ronal, perhaps you are pushing her too far?” he asks her one day. Ronal scoffs as she does her small tasks in their home. “The human can bare it. Anything I give her, she accepts. That utter fool” she replies. Annoyance heavy on her tone. “She won't break so easily. Not made of sea glass” she continues. 

Tonowari sighs, walks up to her and places a hand on her shoulder. “Perhaps not, but your tolerance is thinner than these fibers. Perhaps by surprise, it will be you who will break first”. 

The human began to make and wear her na’vi like clothing to fit in more. And as she talked more with the other clan members, more began to welcome her with open arms and even into their homes. Adapting more into their culture and ways of life. They began to accept her. 

Ronal wasn't so ready to accept the human. 

Not yet at least. 

One night, after the communal dinner, Ronal took the human away from the noise and into a more quiet part of the small forest. Yet, along the way, the human not once asked where they were going. Never questioned ronal’s actions, her odd behavior. Nothing. 

When they arrived at a beautiful blue glowing waterfall, Ronal kept a bit of distance from the human. 

“Tell me human, why do you accept?” Ronal asks after a few minutes of silence. 

The human blinked once, “accept what tsahik?”. 

Hissing in frustration, Ronal turns to look at the human in anger. 

“Why do you accept everything?! I keep pushing you to do beyond what you physically can. Accept any insulting word I give you. Force you to do things clearly you are not very comfortable with. Why do you accept my harsh treatment towards you?” 

The human sees Ronal and sees how she truly feels. Taking a deep breath, relaxing her shoulders, the human does what she does best. 

Give her an honest smile. 

“You have every right to treat me that way. While I am not personally responsible for the thousands of killings of the na’vi, I still feel ashamed and guilty as if it were my own crimes. My kind has treated your kind terribly. So, I understand if you feel any anger or hatred towards me for simply being human. But I accept, I accept it all. If it means to be part of your world, your clan. I would gladly accept anything you throw at me. This is a dream come true for me. This planet, the life it holds. The environments, plants, animals, you. I love and respect everything about your world. All I desire is to learn how things are. From learning about Eywa to learning of the na’vi ways. My only desire is to learn. To have you personally teach me, it is a high luck I could never get anywhere else. So that is why I accept all that you give me. A price to pay for the things I can see and experience. So Tsahik, that is why I accept it. As my way to thank you” 

Ronal saw the human, looking deep into her eyes to detect any lies, but all she saw was the truth. 

“You fool…”

“Irayo, just in time for breakfast” Ronal welcomes her human friend. Irayo, that is what Ronal calls her ever since that night. It's been stuck to her ever since, not that she plans to defy the tsahik wishes. 

Irayo sits in the home of ronal and tonowari. Accepting the food, she begins to eat. But not soon after, she felt a little tug from her wrist. Looking down, Irayo sees little tsireya playfully tugging at her bracelet. Taking it off, she hands it to tsireya who tries to bite down on it. 

“Has tsireya began teething?” Irayo asks, ronal nods but gives a disapproving look.

“She will rip off the beads. You worked so hard to make it for us” Ronal says as she points to her own matching bracelet. Irayo laughs, “that is fine. It will give me an excuse to make better friendship brackets for us. I will even make another for cute little tsreiya” Irayo replies as she playfully pinches tsireya’s chubby cheeks, making the child squeal in delight. 

Tonowari sits down to join them. 

“Today irayo and I will attend to the elderly, tsireya will be under your care until noon” Ronal says to him. 

Tonowari nods, but couldn't help but smirk a bit. Leaning in, he whispers into Ronal’s ear. “Your friendship with irayo has improved greatly. I still remember when you called her many foolish names”. 

Ronal rolls her eyes and taps his forehead lightly. 

“I recall no such things. Irayo has been my good friend from the start”

Aaaaaaaaand that is all for this one! I hope you all enjoyed this fic! Until next time, see ya!

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Irayo = Thank you

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HELLOOO!!!!💓 could you do roxto x navi!reader maybe something going around the clan involving roxto and kirk since yk people on tiktok claims he has feelings for her so rumors going around that people have seen the two flirting and obviously that upsets reader so she takes a step back from the two of them and even goes as far as to take back all the jewelry she’s made roxto ( I love my underrated roxto king )🩵🩵🩵

JEALOUS, JEALOUS, JEALOUS GIRL

pairing(s): roxto x fem!na'vi! reader

summary: you never thought roxto to be an ignorant person. and he isn't! maybe just a little oblivious..

author's note: this week was not it istg!! too many things are happening sll at once and i just lost my motivation in the middle lf writing this (i really hope you can't tell). this anon was sooo creative and unless there was another character named kirk i wasn't aware of i probably messed up the plot.. 🧍 anywaysss ending super rushed because HEADACHE.

you’ve always been the girl made of too much light. there’s a warmth about you, fiery and stubborn. all dark curls and bearing grins. you are sharp like the edge of the sea rocks, but warm, bright, like the first light that filters through the waves at dawn. the sun clings to your skin, kissed deep by the sea, gleaming in the dips of your collarbones, the arch of your shoulders.

nothing about you is quiet—your presence is a flare. you move through the village like you belong to it, like the ocean itself curls at your feet, eager to keep up. everyone knows you, yn! they call, always a voice trailing after, always someone drawn to the light you carry.

you do not love quietly, either, you never have. you pour yourself into everything, your love spilling over, careless, until it floods the spaces around you. you can’t stand the idea of holding back, of loving anyone halfway. so you give, and give, until the lines blur, until the difference between your heart and your hands no longer exists. there’s no steady middle, no balance, just the push and pull of everything or nothing at all.

it shows in the way your hands move—always creating, always giving. you weave your feelings into the world around you, shells and beads tangled in thin cords, bracelets wrapped tight around wrists like you’re holding on to the people you care for. it’s how you’ve always shown love, letting your hands speak when your heart feels too full for words. you work with the kind of care that can only come from someone who feels too much, someone who pours themselves into every task, every knot, every woven strand, as if by creating, you are giving a part of yourself to the world.

ao’nung teases you for it, says you’d gift a stranger your last shell if they looked at you the right way. but he doesn’t understand. he’s always been loud, brash, speaking only to fill the space around him. tsireya, though—she understands. she’s like the tide, steady and constant, anchoring you when your love feels too big. her kindness seems to shine brighter when she’s by your side.

you’ve always felt sure around them, always steady, like you belong. like the ocean itself, you’ve never had to question where you fit into their lives, never wondered if your place was secure. roxto, especially.

for roxto, you make more jewellery than anyone else. ao’nung complains about it sometimes, calling roxto your favorite, but you’ve never corrected him. maybe because it feels true in a way you can’t explain, not even to yourself.

you felt intertwined with him, sewn together, like you were carved from the same bone, shaped by the same hands. you are the same—same thoughts, same instincts. people spend their lives searching for that kind of connection, but you never had to. the only thing keeping you apart is the stretch of time between you, the space of a single sunset.

but what good is that depth if it is just friendship? if it has always been just enough, just close enough, just warm enough, but never more? you wonder, sometimes, if you’ve been fooling yourself all along. settling for scraps of something you never dared to reach for, afraid that grasping it might break the delicate balance between you. so, you stay on your side of the line, trying to find contentment in his friendship only. pretending you do not care about the moments when his gaze lingers on someone else—on her.

the sullys arrived during the crescendo of your denial, with their strange ways and different words, and everything felt just a little bit off. you welcomed them like you do everyone, with wide-open arms ready to share whatever you could with these strangers who carried the sea in their own way, even if it wasn’t your sea. kiri, especially. you liked her right away. she didn’t need to be loud to make her presence known; there was a stillness about her, like deep water, and it drew you in. you didn’t see at first the way roxto’s eyes lingered on her a little longer than usual, the way their conversations seemed to grow more frequent, more intimate. you didn’t mind that roxto spent more time with her and less with you. not at first. you admired her, if anything.

it’s only later, when you’re sitting by the shore, eclipse encasing the shore that the words find you. you’re working, always happy to help, fingers weaving together a net under the guidance of an elder, the conversation around you drifting. you don’t catch the beginning of it, just the soft murmurs that slide into the space between your thoughts. then, you heard just a whisper, tossed carelessly into the air.

“roxto and the sully girl, they have been spending a lot of time together, have they not?”

you freeze, your hands stilling against the rough weave of the net. there’s a beat, a moment where the world seems to narrow down to that one sentence.

“they would make a sweet pair! he is always with her.”

the words are sharp, cutting through the soft lull of the evening, pulling something inside you loose. it was meant to be nothing. just a stray thought, a harmless observation. but the words stuck, winding themselves around your chest, squeezing tight. you tell yourself it’s just idle talk, something for the elders to pass the time in their slow lives with, nothing more. you’ve heard gossip before. you’ve never cared. but this time, the words settle into your skin like saltwater in a cut, stinging in a way that makes you wince. roxto and kiri? it couldn’t be true. he would’ve told you. right? he tells you everything—what he ate, how he caught more fish than ao’nung, how his aim is sharper. why does he talk about ao’nung so much?

he's been your friend since you could swim, since the days when your only concerns were how many shells you could collect before the tide took them back. if there was something between him and kiri, you’d know. you would know.

it was ridiculous, she told herself. roxto was allowed to have other friends. he was allowed to spend time with kiri, to teach her the ways of the sea and laugh with her about things yn did not understand. but still, the ache remained, sharp and relentless, until it became something she could not ignore. she did not know how to explain it to herself, this strange ache in her heart, this tightening in her chest whenever she caught them together. it was ridiculous, she told herself. roxto was allowed to have other friends. he was allowed to spend time with kiri, to teach her the ways of the sea and laugh with her about things yn did not understand. but the feeling remained, sharp and relentless, until it became something she could not ignore.

she tried to distance herself, pulling back ever so slightly, hoping that if she gave them space, the feelings would go away. you start skipping out on lessons, declining evening swims, making excuses when the others invite you to visit the spirit tree. they notice, of course. tsireya asks if you are alright, but she’s used to you being like this sometimes, your emotions spilling over and pulling you under. even kiri watches you now, quiet, curious, like she can sense the shift but isn’t sure why it’s there. but the more she withdrew, the worse it became, her jealousy simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. it was an ugly feeling, one she was not used to.

it’s evening when you see them again, standing together, his head tilted toward her as they speak. your necklace, your work, hangs loosely around his neck. it’s the same necklace you made with your own hands, the shells still gleaming from the water you strung them from, a piece of yourself hanging against his skin. but now, as you watch them from a distance, that warmth you once felt curdles into something ugly, something jealous.

you wonder—no, you know he’d rather wear something of hers. something kiri made with her hands, something that spoke of their growing closeness for all to see. the thought gnaws at you, claws its way inside and twists, filling you with a venom you’ve never known. it sits bitter on your tongue, burning where you used to taste only sweetness. it’s foreign to you, this anger, this rage creeping through your veins. not usual, not like you at all, but it’s there now, coiling tighter with every glance he throws her way, every small smile you catch between them.

you should have let it go, laughed it off the way you used to with roxto, but you cannot. your heart’s too bruised, too tender, and it’s easier to fake acceptance than admit the pain sinking its claws into you. jealousy is an ugly thing. it tastes bitter, and it’s unfamiliar to you—this anger bubbling under your skin, sharp and venomous. and it’s aimed at him. the one person you thought you could never feel this way toward. but it is there, burning hot, and you hate it. you hate that he has made you feel this way, and worse you hate that he does not even know. so you decide to protect yourself. you let the anger harden into something cold, something you can work with.

so you decide, as you watch them together under the setting sun, that if you cannot have him, then maybe it is better to take back what you can. to preserve what little pride you have left. fine, you think. if he wants to drift away, then let him. you will take back what is yours before it is too late. you will pretend to support it, whatever is going on between him and kiri, and maybe in that faking, you can make him feel some of the hurt he has made you carry.

you go to him that night, basket in hand, your steps light but your heart heavy. you hadn’t seen roxto in days, avoiding the places you knew he’d be, keeping yourself scarce under various excuses, anything to keep your distance. but now, standing at his door, the weight of what you are about to do sits uncomfortably on your chest.

he greets you with a joyful smile, as if nothing has changed, as if your absence meant nothing. he doesn’t notice the tension in your jaw or the way your fingers curl too tightly around the basket’s handle. he is still your roxto. “yn, hello! where have you been loca?” he asks, joy in his voice, oblivious. “why are you avoiding me?”

his questions hang in the air between you, but you can’t meet his eyes. you don’t answer his question directly—don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that you have been avoiding him, that you feel like vomiting everytime you see him with kiri.

you force a smile, and he knows it is insincere. “i have been busy,” you say, the words clipped, and even though you know it will hurt him.

“i need the jewelry back,” you say quietly, not looking up at him. “since you are spending so much time with kiri, you will need the space for when she makes you something.”

the joy slips from his face, replaced by confusion. “what? why would you want them back, you gifted them to me!”

your throat tightens, but you force yourself to keep going, to keep the mask of indifference on. “you would not want to wear something another woman made when kiri starts making things for you,” you say, your voice hollow. you look up briefly, catching the hurt in his eyes, the way he flinches at your words. but you can’t stop now. it’s too late.

roxto’s brow furrows as he watches you, the lightness draining from his face. “what are you talking about?” he asks, stepping closer, his voice low but tinged with confusion. “why would i need space for—what do you mean, kiri making something for me?”

you feel your heart race, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “you know exactly what i mean, roxto,” you snap, louder than you intend. the words come sharp, cutting through the quiet of the evening. his family shifts where they sit, their gaze now fully on him, and you see the tension ripple through his shoulders. “just… give me back my things.”

he blinks, taken aback. “what—no, i don’t know what you mean.” his voice is still soft, trying to find his way through the sudden shift in your tone. “why are you saying this? why are you acting like this? we’ve been friends—”

“just give it back, roxto!” you cannot stand to hear him finish that sentence, because you know it will make you falter.

his eyes widen in surprise at your shout, the sudden impatience in your voice. he glances back at his family, noticing how they watch the two of you, then back to you, something like desperation creeping into his expression. “okay, okay,” he says quickly, lifting his hands in surrender, trying to calm the situation. “i will get the jewellery.”

there’s a pause, a long, painful silence, before roxto turns away, walking slowly back into the marui to wherever he kept your jewellery.

his family is there, watching, their eyes flicking between the two of you, confusion etched into their faces. it’s strange—strange to see him return something so personal, so full of meaning. but they don’t say anything, don’t ask the questions you can feel building in the air. they just watch in silence as roxto packs away the last of your gifts, his shoulders slumped, his usual brightness dimmed.

when he hands the basket back to you, his voice is quiet, a shadow of what it was before. “have a goodnight, yn”

oh, why’d he have to say it like that? like it mattered. like it still meant something. you nod then leave without a word, feet moving quicker than they need to, the weight of the basket tugging at your arm. the air feels tight, pressing in on you as you walk, the night too quiet. each step echoes louder than the last until you're back home in the warmth of your own family's home.

lying there, eyes wide open in the dark, you replay the moment over and over, the ache growing sharper. did you make the right choice? were you too hasty? you twist the thought around in your head, but each time it feels messier. whatever. this is for his own good, you tell yourself, staring up at the ceiling. he’ll be happier with kiri. she is quieter than you are, more graceful, and a million times more mature. he needs someone more grounded to compliment him. and that someone isn't you. you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing the thought away, but it lingers, bitter and heavy in the back of your mind.

roxto stood there, watching her disappear into the night, his heart tight in his chest. she’d been different for weeks now. distant, closed off like she was somewhere else even when she stood beside him. no one had said anything, not tsireya, not ao’nung, and he didn’t know if he should ask. he’d meant to, really. but between the sullys arriving, lessons, and,, well, kiri he hadn’t found the time. now, after tonight, he wasn’t sure if she even wanted to talk to him anymore.

he let out a sigh, dragging a hand through his hair. roxto wasn’t one for confrontations, and he wasn’t exactly bold with his feelings either. but this? this felt different. it gnawed at him, made him restless. what did i do?

he couldn’t just leave it unattended like this. and so, he did what he always did when he couldn’t figure things out. he went to ao’nung. of all people.

the two boys lounged on a jagged rock jutting from the water, too far out from the village for it to be considered safe. both had crossbows in hand, halfheartedly waiting for fish to skim the surface. ao’nung stretched lazily, eyes half-closed against the midday sun, but roxto sat with his back hunched, fingers tracing the string of his bow, the words heavy in his mouth.

“ao’nung,” he started, hesitant, “have you noticed anything… strange about yn lately?”

ao’nung cracked open one eye, his tail flicking in mild irritation. “you just noticed?”

“she is mad at me,” his voice was small, like he was afraid to say it aloud.

ao’nung snorted, setting his crossbow down and leaning back against the rock. “no kidding. everyone can see that.”

roxto winced, looking down at the water, watching the ripples as he kicked his feet. “but why? i do not understand. i did not do anything.”

ao’nung snorted, rolling his eyes. “that is because you do not know anything about women. you are hopeless.”

“you are not helping,” roxto muttered, shoulders slumping. he felt ridiculous. maybe he was. his words stung, but there was a truth in them roxto couldn’t ignore.

ao’nung gave him a long look, then sighed, shaking his head. “think about it. when did she start acting weird?”

roxto thought back, his mind drifting over the weeks that had passed, trying to pin down the shift. “i do not know�� maybe after the sullys arrived? around then, i guess.”

ao’nung smirked, leaning back on his elbows. “exactly.”

roxto frowned. “what do they have to do with this?”

“you are joking, right? you spend all your time with them. specifically, with kiri—ANOTHER woman.” ao’nung raised an eyebrow, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “and you did not think yn might have a problem with that?”

roxto blinked. “should she? no! i mean, we’re all friends. why would she care?”

ao’nung slapped the back of his head. “because, idiot, she likes you.”

roxto froze, the words sinking in slow, like they didn’t make sense. “what? no, she… she doesn’t.” but even as he said it, something inside him twisted. something clicked.

ao’nung rolled his eyes. “yes, she does. trust me, i know.”

roxto was quiet for a moment, frowning as he stared down at the water. it didn’t add up, but… maybe it did? no, no, that cannot be it.

ao’nung continued, “because you have been parading around with kiri, you made everyone in the entire clan—including yn believe that you are into her.” he shook his head, annoyed. “seriously, you need to start paying attention.”

roxto’s mind spun, trying to piece it all together. “but i did not… i did not mean to—”

“yeah, well, intentions do not matter when you are that clueless.” ao’nung leaned back again. “you better figure it out soon, or you will lose her. and trust me, if you screw this up, she is not coming back.”

roxto’s stomach twisted. he hadn’t meant for that to happen. he never even considered… “so what do i do exactly?”

ao’nung shot him a look that said he was lucky to have even asked. “talk to her, obviously. tell her she is an idiot for thinking she is replaceable. and maybe stop talking about kiri every other sentence while you are at it.”

roxto winced. was he doing that?

he sat there, staring out at the endless stretch of water, the crossbow limp in his hands. he hadn’t seen it at all, not even a flicker of what you might have been feeling. but now, thinking back, it all clicked into place with a painful kind of clarity. he never thought about you being upset, jealous, even. did you really think he would replace you? he couldn’t imagine life without you in it, without your infectious enthusiasm and that grin you'd always flash him when you thought he was being silly.

roxto prided himself on being observant, on noticing the little things. maybe somewhere along the way, he'd gotten too busy. too caught up in lessons and in the newness of the sullys and the trouble they brought, to notice the subtle shift in your relationship. it hurt, knowing he’d missed something so important.

he thinks of the way you used to laugh—how easy it used to be. now, everything feels like glass, sharp and fragile, and he doesn’t know when it started to crack. but it has, and it’s his fault for not noticing sooner. for letting you drift while he stood still. his fingers run over the string of his crossbow, feeling the tension there, the quiet hum it makes, and he realizes—he misses you. more than he can explain. more than he should, maybe. and it hits him like a wave breaking at his feet. you’re not just his friend, are you?

roxto had never really thought about it before, but you had always been the center of things, the pull that kept him steady. now, without you, it was like the air had thinned—he couldn’t catch his breath. he’d always seen you like sunlight, slipping through cracks, too bright to look at directly. and now that you weren't there, the spaces she used to fill felt raw, sharp around the edges, like the world itself had dulled. how had he not noticed that before? he was in love with you.

all he could think about throughout the rest of the day were the memories he kept tucked away, the ones he wrapped in quiet, secret ribbons just for him. he remembered the way his pulse would pick up when you'd tuck your hair over your shoulder, how he'd straighten his back, try to sound more confident, whenever she turned his way. like that night by the reef just him and you, long after the others had gone back. the moon caught in your eyes, and he thought this is what people sing about. he told himself it was nothing—just his nerves—but it stuck to him.

maybe he'd been in love with you since before he even knew what love was, and now it was too late to pretend he was not.

he has to fix this. no more waiting, no more wondering. he’ll find you, talk to you. say all the things he should’ve said weeks ago.

you’re stuck on babysitting duty, watching your little brother chase after the colorful fish darting through the shallows while the sun dips low on the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant strokes of orange and pink. it’s not what you’d planned for your day, but instead, you’re knee-deep in the sand, half-heartedly shooing away a group of noisy kids who think your brother is the perfect playmate, while all you can think about is how much you’d rather be anywhere else.

then, just as you’re considering dragging your brother home, you spot roxto in the distance, silhouetted against the light. he’s been looking for you and you dreaded being found. rush of heat floods your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and envy, and without thinking, you duck behind the nearest rock formation, heart racing. you can’t let him see you like this, can’t let him witness the way your heart sinks at the sight of him with her. so you crouch low, desperate for the ground to swallow you up as you watch them through the slivers of light, feeling both drawn to him and repelled by the creeping jealousy that gnaws at your insides.

roxto finds you quicker than you’d hoped, right when you thought you’d found the perfect hiding spot. you’re crouched beneath the jagged rock formation, pressed against the cool stone. his wide eyes mirror your own nervous energy, though he doesn’t fully understand why you’re hiding. you’ve barely explained it to yourself. you swallow the lump in your throat and murmur to him, “just tell him i qm not here, okay? do not look at me, just say it.” he nods, earnest and serious as if this is part of some grand game, his little shoulders squared like he’s on a mission.

the shadow that falls over the rocks sends a shiver through you. there’s roxto, standing just a few feet away, his familiar silhouette against the last stretch of evening light. your brother scrambles to his feet, hands on his hips like he’s proud to be delivering this very important message. “she told me to tell you she ks not here,” he says, all too pleased with himself.

there’s a long silence. long enough that you think roxto might actually leave, might actually accept your weak excuse and let you sit in the safety of your little cave, but then you hear him sigh. the kind of exhale that says really?

“you know i can see you, right?”

your stomach twists, and you stay still, hoping the ground might just swallow you whole. he steps closer, ducking his head slightly as if to peer under the rock, and when you glance up, his eyes are already on you, soft and confused.

“come on, yn. talk to me.”

you don’t move, your arms still wrapped tight around your knees. he always finds you. you should have known better. “i do not have anything to say to you.”

he crouches beside you, and the look on his face is enough to make you want to scream. he looks worried, gentle, like he has no idea why this is happening. and maybe he doesn’t. of course, he doesn’t.

“you have been avoiding me,” he says, voice quieter now, almost a whisper. “ao'nung says you are jealous of kiri.”

you press your forehead against your knees, trying to swallow the frustration that’s rising up your throat. how could he not see it? it’s all been so obvious. the way he looks at her, the way he gravitates toward her during lessons, the way you’ve started to feel like an afterthought. but instead of answering, instead of explaining yourself like you should, you lash out, words coming before you can stop them.

“why should i be jealous of the forest girl?” the moment the words leave your mouth, you regret them. they hang in the air between you, sharp and bitter, and when you finally lift your head, roxto’s face has fallen, eyes wide in shock.

“yn,” he breathes, like you’ve slapped him. like he can’t believe what you’ve just said.

“i did not mean that,” you mutter, ashamed, the guilt settling in your chest like a rock. you’ve never spoken to him like that before. never said anything so cruel. it isn’t like you, but jealousy has made you into something you don’t recognize. something venomous, something ugly.

roxto stares at you, still crouched beside the rock, and the hurt in his eyes makes your chest ache even more. “you know i do not care about her like that,” he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “kiri is just… she is just a friend.”

a friend. just a friend. but it doesn’t feel like that, not when you see how easily they get along, how effortlessly they share smiles and looks you can’t decode. and yet, as he sits beside you now, earnest and so full of concern, you start to feel ridiculous for doubting him. he’s always been yours—yours in that way friendships are built, brick by brick, over years of laughter and trust. but now, you can’t shake the feeling that something is slipping away, something you hadn’t even realized you were holding so tightly until you started to lose it.

“it does not feel that way,” you admit quietly, your voice cracking in the way it does when you’re on the edge of tears. you’re tired of holding it all in, tired of pretending like you’re fine. “it feels like… everything is different now.”

he doesn’t answer right away, and you can tell he’s trying to make sense of what you’ve said, trying to understand without fully grasping the depth of your pain. his gaze softens, but he looks unsure, fumbling for the right words. “nothing has changed,” he says eventually, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself than you.

but it has changed. it’s there, in the way his focus has shifted, the way he talks about kiri—about her quick mind, her sharp instincts, the way she fits in so easily with everyone. and you hate that it makes you feel so small, so unwanted. and what if he does care about her? what if you’re just another friend to him, no different from anyone else?

before he can say more, you hear your parents calling from the shore, their voices carrying over the water, and your brother perks up, already darting toward the sound. “yn!” they call again, louder this time, and you know you don’t have much time left.

you stand abruptly, brushing off the sand and dirt from your legs, and roxto rises with you, watching you with those eyes, that familiar warmth. “i am sorry,” you blurt out, almost tripping over the words. “i will talk to you tomorrow, i promise.”

and then, without thinking, you step toward him, wrapping your arms around his torso, pulling him into a tight embrace. he stiffens for a second, surprised, but then his arms come up to hold you, a hesitant warmth that you know all too well. you press your face into his chest for a moment, breathing him in, the familiar scent of saltwater and earth grounding you.

when you pull away, his expression is a mixture of confusion and something else—something you can’t quite place. “goodbye,” you whisper, offering a small, tired smile.

and with that, you turn and walk toward the shore, your feet sinking into the cool sand, heart heavy with the weight of what you didn’t say. every step feels harder than the last, like you’re leaving something important behind, but you don’t look back.

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Lo'ak, Neteyam, Aonung,Rotxo

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Prt 1 Fuck Me Boy - Summary: being paired with the fboy of the school what can go wrong

Prt 2 Fuck Him - Summary: getting pay back is the best feeling in the world especially when it's with his older brother

Prt 3 Fuck Them Both - Summary: neteyam needs a goodbye present before he goes off to college

Prt 4 Fuck Up - Summary: it's going great till someone appears at his front step

Prt 5 Fuck Him Out - Summary: taking up your brothers offer leads you to be in the arms of your childhood best friend.

Prt 6 Fuck Party - Summary: getting drunk and laid was on the to do list but now you have two pairs of hands on you.

Prt 7 Fuck Off - Summary: lo'ak finally realizes his mistakes and flies over to make right what he did wrong.

Ending (chose your own)

Acceptance - Summary: maybe hearing him out with solve the issue out

Reject - Summary: maybe starting somewhere new will solve the problem

Tag.List

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[no-mi-botos]

They found an old camera

[space-blue]

Kiri comes to find Spider before Neteyam is returned to Eywa. She helps him refresh his stripes.

For @uptonogoodart and inspired by her fanart!

[vante1920pm]

──;; 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 ? ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i love them pretty alien boys 🤭

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☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: the boys and if they know that they're good looking

☆ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: neteyam, lo'ak, ao'nung, rotxo

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: gn!reader, not proofread, fluff, insecurities, rotxo being a beautiful angel

☆ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱: no

❛  NETEYAM !   ❜

-ㅤㅤ he definitely knows

Na'vi boys and girls are all over him, there must be a reason for it. Also, Neytiri is his mom, so how could he not be pretty?

Definitely poses on purpose whenever you're there 💀 he's sneaky tho, so you think he's just naturally a model.

❛  LO'AK !   ❜

-ㅤㅤ he has many insecurities but ugly is not one of them

Boosts his confidence when Neytiri calls him her pretty son, but would never admit it. Kiri always rolls her eyes on that, knowing exactly how proud he is after.

❛  AO'NUNG !   ❜

-ㅤㅤ his ego is over the moon

He knows exactly how handsome he is, no need to say it out loud. But he does anyway. You literally have to shove his tail in his mouth to stop him from talking.

We love a self aware king !

❛  ROTXO !   ❜

-ㅤㅤ is insecure about his looks 🥺

He gets all giddy and happy when you or his granny call him pretty boy. Literally giggles and kicks his feet, blushing furiously. He'll never forget any compliments.

He's the prettiest boy on Pandora tho <3

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[whoreish-behaviour]

Revenant 14

Previous - Next

Recom!Colonel Quaritch x Na'vi!Reader

Every corner you seemed to peek around was pure untamed violence, more than you had ever seen in your life.

The ship below felt as if it was constantly rocking, only the tips of your toes on the floor as you crouched down and out of sight - Spider hot on your tail.

You only crept forward when the gunshots ahead would suddenly cease, guttural groans leaving the lips who? You weren't sure - there were too many for any sort of recognition.

'I can see them! Come on!'

You didn't even have a chance to protest before Spider overtook you, his legs carrying him much quicker than you had time to think.

'Spider!' You whisper shouted, snapping back and hastily attempting to catch up with the headstrong younger, tail whipping in anxiety behind you.

Using the long length of your legs to your advantage, you were able to catch up - hands reaching out and grasping his shoulders, pulling him back to where you knew you could offer him at least an ounce of protection.

'Stop it! Your going to get your-' You abruptly cut yourself off when a familiar voice loudly spoke out, your head and ears perking up and over the crate you where hidden behind.

You couldn't help the way your tail picked up in speed, your grip on Spider unknowingly tightening as Miles's voice seemed to echo around you, heartbeat picking up in your chest.

You didn't fight the sudden warmth that flooded your body as you trailed your eyes over his furrowed expression, lips set into a frightening scowl.

Blind-sighted by your own adoration, you almost failed to notice the young girl strapped beneath his large knife, her breathes choking out in splutters.

You felt yourself deflate slightly, eyes glued to the sight.

'What? What's happening' You opened your mouth to answer Spider but apparently you hadn't answered quick enough before the young boy was peeking over as well.

Almost instantly, he darted out of your arms and straight towards man that was causing copious amounts of mixed emotions inside you.

'Stop! Don't hurt her, just let her go!'

You stood up then, leaning both your hands on the crate in front and taking in the situation before you.

Immediately, you felt Miles's eyes snap to your sudden appearance - his ears twitching up slightly as he took you in, completely overlooking the shouting boy in front of him.

'Miles..' You choked, eyes bouncing between his unreadable expression and the anxious girl in his arm, shoulders dropping.

You didn't notice the creeping shadow behind you, slim body blending into the dim light of the wrecked ship until it was too late.

Everyone's head snapped in the same direction when a sudden war cry pierced the tense space - Spider's shouts ceasing immediately as he was grabbed from behind.

You recognised the azure skin of the wailing woman from earlier - a frighting dagger the size of your forearm gripped tightly in her fist and raised in the air.

As soon as Spider's fearful cry reached your ears, your face deepened into a glare, ears pinning back and a bellowing hiss erupting from your lips.

Jumping the crate and landing with a thud, you made a move towards the boy being held hostage.

Before you could reach them however, Spider was cast aside - body landing harshly as he rolled painfully on his shoulder.

‘Spider!’ You momentarily paused, the woman in front turning her attention to you.

Hissing harshly, you dodged as she tried to strike at you - both of you circling each other as your tails whipped threateningly behind you.

‘Neytiri-‘

Your ears flicked forward, ‘Neytiri’s’ doing the same as a voice behind her called out - glare not once leave her as she tried creeping closer to where you were stood.

'My shoulder!' Taking a small side step to where Spider was, you quickly glanced behind and down - face furrowed in concern and tail coming down to gently brush against him in sympathy.

You didn't expect the wind to be knocked out of you as you were tackled, both your body and your attacker going over Spider and landing roughly behind him instead.

Barley even being able to suck in a breath, you mustered a ferocious hiss - swallowing down your pain as your hair was grabbed in a tight grip.

You froze when the cool and wet surface of the dagger was pressed up right below your jawline.

Breathing harshly, you looked up - ready to throw every curse word your parents ever whispered to you not to say at the unforgiving warrior above when you notice she wasn't even staring at you.

Following her gaze, your eyes landed on Miles - who's face you had never seen holding so much emotion before - lips downturned and ears pinned back so low you would've missed them if they weren't twitching with fury.

And if that wasn't enough of a give away, his once stiff and unmoving tail now seemed to have a mind of it's own - rapidly wavering behind him.

You flinched when Neytiri's braid brushed your face as she leaned in closer to you, her face still turned to Miles mockingly.

'You have more of a reaction to her than to that of your own flesh and blood..' Her voice was low in dominance yet loud, your eyes bouncing from her to Miles.

Your pointed ears twitched when you heard Miles suddenly hiss in response but no real words left his lips.

You weren't sure if he had any to give.

'Release..' You then felt the hand in your hair move to your Queue, pulling you up as you hissed in discomfort - Neytiri's slim and agile body now moving in behind you and replacing the dagger at your throat.

'Or I cut.'

Miles could barely register every emotion thrusting it's self at him, heart-rate building the more he looked at your frightened face - for once finding you in the claws of death itself.

He wasn't even able to bask in the relief of seeing you again before you were being ripped away right in front of his eyes.

As soon as his stare landed the dribble of blood drip down your neck from the tip of the knife, he felt his defeat kick in - the girl in his grasp breathing heavier in alleviation as his loosened his grip and allowed her to fall to the ground.

He didn't watch as she crawled away, ears flicking as she called to her dad but his attention never straying from where you were still caught.

'Now let her go.' Miles attempted to keep his voice relatively steady but his facade was breaking at the seams, lip curling in anger.

The atmosphere grew even more tense, until finally you where shoved forward - your arm barley catching you as Neytiri backed off.

You didn't move, chest rising and falling as you quickly looked behind you to make sure no sly attacks could be rained down.

Miles watched as his enemy gathered his family, pulling them behind him as they all walked back towards the sea, Jake's face determined as his eyes landed on you.

He then looked to Spider, tipping his chin as a sign to leave with them - uncaring as the boy looked back at Miles then you before shaking his head as if to brush away his own stupid thoughts.

Neither you or Miles moved until the family were out of sight, disappearing below the waves like ghosts of the ocean.

Only then did you look back at where Miles desperately wanted you to look, your lower lip trembling ever so slightly as you kneeled on the ground.

'C’mere Princess.' Miles’s voice was soft as he quickly crossed to where you were, body still on the floor when he scooped you up.

Your nose flared when you breathed in his familiar scent, muscles going lax as he settled you in his arms.

Nosing under his chin, your wrapped you arms around him as his hands squeezed over your thighs and side almost as if he was checking you were really there.

You shivered as he planted kisses along your neck and shoulder, his tail coming up to brush along the underside of your thigh gently.

‘Don’t ever leave like that again, you understand?’ He scolded however his voice lacked any true malice or anger.

‘I’m sorry.’ You murmured back, ears up as you leaned up to return the gesture of kisses along his jawline, purring quietly when his hand came up to rest against the back of your head to press you in closer.

For once you didn’t flinch when another piece of the ship ceiling fell, the loud and bellowing crash not startling you. Knowing you were safe, you instead just burrowed closer into the chest of your mate.

Instantly, your lolling eyes snapped open as the thought crossed your mind, your brain taking a double take.

Mate?

Sensing your shift in mood, Miles tipped his chin closer to your ears - mistaking your sudden frozenness for fear.

‘Let’s get you out of this shithole hah?’ You felt the slightest smile at the corner of his lips against your skin and you felt your own peeking through.

You still weren't able to get the thought out of your head.

Miles? Your mate?

You weren't even sure he knew what a mate was, let alone about courting rituals, gifting - hell even tsaheylu between mates.

And you were always told that often the Na'vi didn't even 'get' choose a mate for life, told by their parents to see it as a way of bringing two families together.

Yet,

you still found yourself picturing what life would even be like to have Miles as your mate. Being able to openly express how you felt and always having his warm embrace to crawl to.

Being able to finally have some sort of understanding of what goes on in that brain of his, to have him understand yours.

Teaching him your ways as he had taught you about his in the many weeks you had spend with him.

Mating, giving him complete and whole access to you - the thought sending a shiver up your spine at the though of his hands, his fangs finally claiming you as his.

Pulling back slightly so your faces were parallel, noses barley brushing - your stared at him, eyes wide as your grinned.

Miles felt himself soften at your smile, pointed teeth glinting as your eyes bounced over his features - analysing each small difference between you both but your smile growing even bigger, cheekier the more you took in.

'What you thinking huh?" He tipped his head slightly, the tips of your noses now touching.

'I wish to show you ma'Miles.' You stilted your head and Miles felt his ears perk up even higher if possible at the new name.

'Mhm?' He hummed in agreement but also questioning.

'Somewhere safe.' You nodded, pressing your forehead to his.

Tightening his grip on you, he breathed in your scent - pheromones thick and hazy around him.

You truly how no idea the power you held over him, yet he didn't find himself wanting to snatch it away - instead he wanted to whisper it against your skin, allow your hands to explore and fill that curiously he knew was burning inside you.

To be able to tuck you in close and know that you'll always come back to him.

'Somewhere safe.' He repeated back quietly.

PLEASE READ!

Sorry for the delay, I reread everything and ended up changing my idea completely lmaoo but i'm happy to be back!!

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[ in the works 💭 / . . . jake fic ! ]

— requests are currently closed.

❝ . . . 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻. ❞

[ neteyam ; who's the mighty warrior ? ]

stars in your eyes. (part two) (part three)

↳ ❝ The young boy hummed in agreement. He wouldn't have known any better though, because while you were staring at the stars and their reflections, his attention was elsewhere. ❞

how stupid.

↳ ❝ Regardless of everyone telling you how Neteyam felt, you didn't believe it. It was hard to grasp, really. Neteyam was, well, Neteyam, and you were just you. Friends. That's all you would be. And you were okay with that. ❞

someone else.

↳ ❝ You are kind, sweet, loyal, and have been nothing but the best for me. I took that for granted, so when I saw you enjoying the company of another, it pissed me off. I cannot stand the thought of you being with someone who isn't me. ❞

that's my girl.

↳ ❝ Eyes following him, Neteyam waited until he was out of earshot to speak. "What a skxawng," he pressed a loving kiss to the top of your head. "Thinking he could steal my girl." ❞

your hand.

↳ ❝ You grinned, nodding your head. "I would love that." You pat the spot next to you, inviting him to sit down. Honestly, you preferred being alone when talking to the creatures, but for some reason, you liked having Neteyam around. ❞

take your time.

↳ ❝ Have you seen the way you two look at each other? It's like you're in love. No one who is just friends looks at someone like that. ❞

somebody else.

↳ ❝ You've always been best friends with neteyam, even after you broke up. and there's never been any trouble between the two of you, until someone else catches your eye.❞

[ lo'ak ; outcast, that's all they see ! ]

get it now.

↳ ❝ "Congratulations, you held your breath for a couple minutes and grabbed a shell." You stated monotonously, but even if you wouldn't admit it, the proud grin on your face was unmistakable, and Lo'ak didn't miss it. He watched as you swam back to shore, the sight of your smile engraved in his mind for the rest of the day. ❞

that's my girl.

↳ ❝ "Y'know, having five fingers really has it's perks. you can hold more things, you have a better grip. oh! and you even have an extra finger for this." he smiled, flipping the taller boy off. ❞

good riddance.

↳ ❝ when you first meet lo'ak, you were skeptical about him. and as you get to know him more, you can't help but wonder, should you have trusted your gut? ❞

[ ao'nung ; maybe good at swimming through trees . . . ]

kiss it better.

↳ ❝ What the two of you didn't notice, however, was that the boy heard the two of you talking, heart slightly sinking. Could you really not tell how he felt? ❞

somebody else.

↳ ❝ You've always been best friends with neteyam, even after you broke up. and there's never been any trouble between the two of you, until someone else catches your eye.❞

even if it's a lie. (somebody else spin-off!)

↳ ❝ After ao'nung is left behind as a second choice, his friends decide he's in need of a major pickup. The only problem? It's you. ❞

[ rotxo ; is that supposed to be a tail ? ]

always been you.

↳ ❝ "YOU!" You finally confessed, feeling like your heart was being ripped out of your chest. "You are my problem, Rotxo. My problem is that I have been hopelessly pining over you, but I'm a coward and you're just oblivious. So I'm sorry for no-" ❞

[ jake sully ; i dissected a frog once . . . ]

movie i've seen before.

[violetsandmew]

Woah 🤯

[onskepa]

Requesting for a fluff angst story of fem!metkayina!reader (I think that’s how you say it?) and Aonung.

One night Aonung wakes up to reader talking in her sleep and she’s making suggestive noises and mumbling “oh baby” but he knows that reader knows that he hates being called baby! Now he thinks reader is fantasizing about another Navi other than him, making him jealous and being distant towards reader for a day until reader corners him in their mauri and makes Aonung explain whys he’s being so cold to her. Which he reluctantly explains and reader tells him that she was dreaming about a funny dream of a Tulkun named baby.(idk you can change it if you want! 🤭) then it ends with a bunch of cuddles and reassurance making sure Aonung knows that reader is the only Navi she wants! So basically a bunch of fluff at the end!

(Hopefully this makes sense! Please don’t rush I know being a writer can be stressful so take your time if you do end up writing this 🙃)

Hello sweetie! Thank you for this request! honestly reading your idea made me laugh a bit. Hopefully this can satisfy your reading thirst! Enjoy!

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Unil

[god this gif is big]

Night as arrived for pandora. The Metkayina clan was getting things done as the day has ended. Many fellow na'vi heading to their homes, saying their goodnights to their beloved tulkun brothers and sisters. That day the tulkuns have come to visit them The excitement tired them out but look forward to see them again tomorrow.

Ao'nung finished his duties and made his way to his beloved's mauri. His parents let him sleep in their home or his beloved's, as the courting is going well.

Coming inside he sees his beloved preparing for them to sleep. He smiles as he is happy to find such a wonderful mate. They haven't mated yet but he still calls her his mate. His Unil. A pet name he will forever call her as. Which means 'dream'. Sure she likes to sleep a lot and would tell him of many dreams she has, he loves to listen to them. Many of her dreams are vastly different and no two are the same or repeated. He never gets tired of hearing what she dreamed about.

His beloved turns and smiles lovingly at him. Gesturing to get closer, he does and wraps his strong arms around her waist, pulling her close. "long day my love?" she asks softly, he nods as he buries his face into her neck, taking in her ocean scent. A smell he will never get tired of.

Not saying anymore, she leads him to their shared hammock, guiding him to lay down, taking off the band that tied his hair, letting it fall down on his shoulders.

Blowing away the light of the lantern, Unil joined her beloved and lied down beside him. Ao'nung wrapping his arms around unil, bringing her close to his chest, the need to feel her body against his. Unil getting comfy and lets herself drift off to sleep.

Throughout the night it was silent and peaceful, until ao'nung woke up to unil...talking her in sleep? He looked down at her face, she was smiled, pleased at something. Giggling even!

He grew curious on what was making her giggling so much. Could she be dreaming about him? Knowing the sounds unil makes, he probably wont get some shut eye soon, so he he listens to hear and guess what his beloved is dreaming.

"mmnn......*giggles* no no prrnen....haha...."

ao'nung didnt move for a good solid minute. Prrnen? That is a pet name ao'nung hates with his very being! Unil at times would attempt to call him that but he would explain he hates that name. A childish name and something he doesnt want to be associated with. So if it's not ao'nung she is calling in her dream, then who is it?

"no no prrnen....slow down....*giggles* yes like that....I love you" unil continues on in her sleep. With each moan and giggle she makes, ao'nung gets more angry. To him, it sounds like she is dreaming of another na'vi. That thought make him even angrier. Was he not enough for unil? Was he not the best warrior Eywa could give to unil? Was he not strong enough? Not impressive enough? So many questions ran in his head, thinking what could make his beloved think of another man when she is in his arms.

Morning came and the people has risen to prepare for another day. Unil woke up and stretched her limbs, hearing some of her bones pop. "MMnnn~!!! good morning my love, did you sleep well-oh, up so early?" she looks to see ao'nung full up and preparing his tools. "yeah, I didnt get much sleep last night..." he said in a a rather distant voice. "what happened? did you have a nightmare?" concerned she went over to her mate.

But when she touched his shoulder, he pulled away. Unil was surprised by this. He was never to reject her touch, why now? "well, how about some breakfast before getting on with our day?" she tried again, hopping to bring him in a calm level. "don't bother, I already ate" and with that he left her mauri.

Unil was in a mix of emotions. They always woke up together, always ate breakfast together before going to do their duties to the clan. It was so strange and it wasn't a welcoming one either. But for the moment she didn't pursue him. Perhaps he needed some time to himself. It happens.

But never for 3 days straight.

Unil was at the end of her wits. After that morning ao'nung never went back to sleep the night with her. Didnt bother to check on her, talk to her, nothing! and they always do things together. She didnt want to spend another night knowing ao'nung is like that with her.

Of course she also didnt want to bring his parents into the matter, feeling it would get worse. So as a grown woman and a mate, she wants to handle the matter on her own. Unless it gets too much then she will tap out.

So during the mid day she she did her duties quickly and went to find ao'nung. But where the hell was he? She looked everywhere for him! at the ilu pen, with the cooks, in the little jungle, around the reef, asked everyone around and not a sight to be hold.

But she managed to find rotxo and went to ask him where ao'nung was. Rotxo frowned a bit "I really dont know either unil. He seems upset these past days, has something happened between you two?" he asks. Unil sighed, "I am not sure. He just became like that three days ago. I want to know whats wrong so I can fix it". Rotxo pitied unil, she was a good mate for ao'nung, "I wish I could help you, I really do".

"its ok rotxo. Thank you either way".

Rotxo offered her a hug and she accepted. Both not knowing a certain pair of eyes were watching them closely.

Not able to stand it, ao'nung came out from the vegetation and marched straight to the two. "and what are you doing with her? hm? best you back off rotxo!" ao'nung pushed his friend away, rather roughly. "Ao'nung! what is the matter with you!? he is your best friend!" hissed unil, trying to get some distance between the boys.

"What is the matter with you!? you have acting weird recently! it has unil and me worried bro!" rotxo shouted. Unil was quick to help him up, though rotxo made the mistake of smiling softly at unil. It made ao'nung more pissed off.

Charging at him again, he pushed unil aside and went at it towards rotxo. Unil shouted and tried to pull him off, she really didnt want to do it but she grabbed and pulled his queue which made ao'nung hiss in pain and backs away.

"what are you doing?!" he yells but was quick to be silent as unil smacks him across the face. For him, it was as if time stopped. Unil never hit him before. Never layed a hand on him in such a way. He gently grabs the cheek that was hit and stares at his mate with wide eyes. His heart broke seeing her face scrunch in anger and tears flow from her eyes.

"YOU SKXAWNG!! what has been happening to you?! you are distant to me, being unreasonably violent towards rotxo! your best friend! tell me ao'nung! what happened that night? was it me? did I do something wrong?" so many questions escaped her lips as she cried out. She just wanted an answer, a reason behind his change of attitude.

Ao'nung took a moment in realization. Eyes moving from his friend to his mate. He sighs and confesses.

"that night in your mauri, you were giggling and laughing in your sleep. You said a prrnen! and you know I hate that name! so I thought you were dreaming of another man! a man that isnt me!" breathing out as if he was holding a long breathe.

Unil stopped crying, her eyes wide but now in slight confusion. Rotxo got up and did his best not to laugh. "prrnen? you heard me saying that?" she asks as she wipes her tears, the sadness now going away.

"yes! and I hate that name like I said! so I got mad! ok!? is that what you want to hear?!"

"yes actually"

unil and rotxo begin to laugh heartedly. Ao'nung was very confused. "oh my love, why didnt you tell me sooner? all this mess would have been avoided" unil smiles as she explains. "oh bro, haha! feeling jealous over a little baby?" rotxo teased. "baby? what baby? wait, ARE YOU PREGNANT?!" ao'nung shouted. He quickly did some numbers in his head, yes they done it before but not as recently for his mate to be pregnant.

Though that question made the other two laugh even louder, rotxo falling on his back and unil bends down trying to catch her breathe. Ao'nung was starting to feel embarrassed and not understanding.

Collecting herself, unil grabs his hand and leads him to the waters. "come my love, an explanation is very much over due", nodding he joins. Rotxo tagged along to see the outcome of it.

Bit deeper in the reef the three see miklor, unil's spirit sister. But something was new, at least to ao'nung. Closely next to miklor is a little baby tulkun. Getting closer, unil and miklor greet each other, same for rotxo and ao'nung.

"sister! may ao'nung see little prrnen?" unil asks in the sign language. "of course sister, I trust him enough" miklor responds. Unil gestures her mate to come closer, to which he does. At the same time, miklor guides her baby closer to him. "My love, this is prrnen, the one I was dreaming about" unil explain. "miklor had her baby this past spring and I was playing with them both. My dream reflected that day my love"

Everything now all clicked in his brain. Yes, three days ago the tulkun came, and unil spent the majority of the day meeting and catching up with her spirit sister. Ao'nung spent his time with his spirit brother, so he didnt see miklor at all.

His inner thoughts were interrupted when prrnen was carefully nudging him. Asking to play. And play they did. Prrnen was a sweet little one, having the energy of 20 young na'vi. They all played games, danced and sang. Until night came, saying their goodnights to miklor and prrnen they went back to the shore.

"I am very sorry rotxo, I acted like a fool" ao'nung apoligized, his best friend accepted but lectured him to hear things out before jumping to conclusions. With that, rotxo left to go home.

"do you want to..sleep with me tonight?" unil asked nervously. "Always my love" he smiled making her smile in return. Holding hands, they make their way to unil's mauri. "prrnen the tulkun baby......haha, thinking it now, I am such a skawng. I shouldnt let my anger beat my judgment. I am sorry unil, I really am" ao'nung stared deep into unil's ocean eyes, being sincere and truthful. She smiles warmly, "I know my love, I forgive you". Feeling the weight lift off his shoulders, ao'nung hugs her tightly. Eywa truly blessed him such a kind woman.

Holding hands, they continue their way home. For another night of being together, cuddling, and giving kisses to each other. And hopefully no more misunderstandings for the mean time.

And that is all for this one! I hope you all enjoyed it! until next time!

prrnen = baby, infant

miklor = pleasant sounding, beautiful sounding

skawng = moron

unil = dream