#rotxo fluff

[yawntu]

Tsyeym

A/N: Yo I thought I posted this last night, took shrooms. Finally just woke back up came and checked and was like no way no one has interacted w this fic and then realized i never pressed post. Rotxo deserves more love so I decided in a little fic for him. Switch x Switch couples are just my cup of tea. This is not my fav but I am a sucker for love and romance. It’s grammarly proofread but not beta read 🤭 (might be looking for another beta reader)

pairing(s): Rotxo x f!Reader, platonic!Ao’nung x f!Reader (briefly)

word count: ~8k

warnings: NSFW / MDNI, Size kink, stomach bulge, face sitting(f!receiving), Cunnalingus, Cumswaping maybe?, Spit, he’s a messy eater you can’t tell me otherwise, beach sex, Jealous!Rotxo, he’s just so sweet and pretty, Unprotected, love taps on your butt, “girl” is used, it’s pretty soft for the most part, he’s obsessed and def a simp

na’vi glossary: sayrìp : handsome, skxawng : moron, tsyeym : treasure / precious

Playfully scrapping had become increasingly popular amongst your friend group since you had been introduced to each other's cultures all those years ago. It was commonplace to play amongst yourselves. Just earlier in the evening you and Ao’nung had just almost spoiled your dinner by shoving each other's faces into the sand after a slap-boxing horseplay over some crustacean turned into a rather enthralling spar that had both of your fathers rooting for and coaching from an imagined sideline (and mothers who were doing more yelling and hooting in excitement then offering tactical advice).

Rotxo had even watched in amusement as it seemed Ao’nung had succeeded in neutralizing you with a knee on your back. Unfortunately, Ao’nung had been a fool and got off of you to turn to his father with a grin. It took you only seconds for you to contort yourself into a crouch and launch yourself into the back of his legs sending him forward onto his knees. His shock gave you enough time to maneuver both of your palms onto the back of his head and dramatically push his face right down into the sand,

“That is for punching me,”

And Rotxo couldn’t help the pang of jealousy at the fact that your pretty thighs straddle his best friend's back. Or the fact that jealousy grew into a painful lump in his throat when Ao’nungs arm hooks behind him to support your frame as he almost barrel rolls half onto his back to pin your thigh under his body and halt your assault with a laugh.

All your family and friends are laughing at the two of you, and your mothers coo as they watch you wipe sand off of Ao’nungs face. Rotxo couldn’t stop the bitter resentment that bubbled in his chest at the sight. He hated feeling this way. He hated the way you made him feel not quite like himself.

Which is why he does his very best at keeping it hidden. Not that it’s hard for him to forget the resentment he feels for you the second you give him your attention. Even only hours after the disgusting display of affection with his best friend. When you kindly ask him to accompany you on a walk he can’t even think about how upset he had been. Even now while your chiding voice disrupts the peacefulness of your walk and the beauty of the light beginning to set over the reef.

“You’re mad because I will not spar with you?”

He cuts off your words. The duck of the young warrior's head, so he could speak to you face to face as you walked down the beach only insults you more. Had he been on the side closest to the soft waves you’d have no doubt shoved him onto his ass into the assaulting water. Obviously that is what you were angry about-

“Is it because I cheat when I fight Ao’nung? If he is so stupid as to keep turning his back on me after all this time then he is at fault,”

You sound genuinely confused as you try desperately to make sense of why Rotxo would rough house with Lo’ak or Neteyam and even Kiri but not you. It’s funny how conceited you sound even as you’re practically bouncing next to him and pestering him like a bug. Rotxo knew a little better than most though regarding the inner workings of your mind. It wasn’t that you were conceited- you were just stupidly confident. He didn’t doubt, however, that one way or another your small frame would beat him simply because he knew you wouldn’t dare give up until you did.

“Besides the fact that I vividly remember when you bit Tinangey in the cheek,” Rotxo try’s to defend his unwillingness to hit you with an annunciation to his story by holding two of his second knuckles to the apex of your cobalt cheek. Long, thick fingers curled against your glowy skin. The same place you had bitten the longed-haired, round-faced, barely tolerable boy all those years ago when you fought. Though in your defense Ao’nung and the group of boys had started a very real fight, and you had only followed in your brother's shadow of retribution.

“And I happen to hit much harder than Ao’nung does,” he adds.

For a second, Rotxo feels like he exudes your same confidence. It’s not an unwarranted comment, however. Ao’nung was less than a head taller than him, but Rotxo had grown into quite an impressive specimen. Wide and as immovable as the waves that crashed outside of the reef you do not venture past. That was more than half the reason why you wanted to spar with the Talioang of a man so terribly.

“You are no fun,”

He can’t help but frown at your words. He knows you aren’t serious- would you spend as much time with him if you did not find entertainment in him? The same insecurity that causes resentment to bubble in his stomach rears its ugly head once more. For a second he feels like he could believe that you had been aware of how he felt and that you used him for validation.

“You should be more thankful to me,” he chides, baring his fangs slightly in a half grinned snarl, “that I refuse to knock any more brain cells out of you,”

You complain he doesn’t horseplay with you the way the others do, but at this moment he organically wraps one palm around the back of your head to pull you into him slightly, so he could cruelly rub his knuckles against the crown of your head.

Because he does roughhouse with you. Rotxo always played with you. Was always there to entertain you because the idea of other men wrapping their hands around the pliable flesh of your flowing form made the ugliest parts of him surface. If it wasn’t Rotxo entertaining you it was your siblings or his best friend. As he had not made any formal claim towards you out of his nerves, unfortunately, had to tolerate it regarding his future Olo'eyktan.

You’re just a terrible little cretin that found delight in the chaos you left in your wake. It’s why you, Lo’ak, and Kiri get into so much trouble. It’s why you poked at Ao’nung. He can swear there’s a part of you that does it just to cause strife in his heart.

He can’t be bothered with pondering over the legitimacy of his accusation partially out of fear that he’s projecting, and perhaps you are just like Ao’nung. Though mostly it’s because of course you are swatting your delicate little hand at him and grumbling about how you’re smarter than him and that he was the stupid one to think otherwise.

It’s endearing how you walk backward as the two of you playfully bicker and fight. Though like always- Rotxo is catching your intended slaps and redirecting your arms to swoop past him. Sometimes even grabbing at your forearms so you can’t help but be pulled around haphazardly by him.

“You are so fucking annoying,”

Your shriek comes as Rotxo almost effortlessly maneuvered you to spin forward and walk ahead of him, while he pinned your arms across your chest. You both stumble over each other's feet as you can’t help but laugh over the fact that he’s made your arms an effective straight jacket. You wiggle and writhe and it halts his walking while you try to dig your heel into the top of his foot. It only results in one of your wrists being let go of and you being spun around like a toy by him.

He had half let you stumble while he used the momentum of your arms to spin you, but he was quick to grab hold of your other wrist, propping you right up.

You were out of breath from the game but you were thankful for the view he presented you with. The violets and oranges of sunset suited the aquamarine of his skin. Dancing between the intricate tidal markings on his body, and forcing your eyes to dance across the defined arms, chest, and neck that were covered in bold black lines. You feel a little silly, being so flustered before him with your whole face purpled. You can help it because he looks pretty at the moment. Absolutely beautiful like always. Like no one you had ever seen before.

Rotxo is quick to heave you up in the air and shake you around. Ruining the view that had just begun to calm you down. Riling you into hysteric laughter while playing with you as if you weighed nothing. You shake in his arms and toss your body around like a mad-woman and you’re cackling just like one.

When he begins to feel merciful you land on your feet, with his arms still pining your hands and arms against your ribs that are rapidly rising and falling. With the welcomed breaths you instantly go back to chastising him.

“That is not sparring, fish-boy! You were just being an imbecile.”

You’re snapping an arm fee so you can poke him in the chest. He can’t help but roll his eyes at your attempt and take your hand to lightly ‘smack’ your face with it.

“You are ridiculous,”

He tried to emphasize his words with a similar assault by your other hand but you offered resistance,

“If you just took me seriously I-“ you’re cut off as you struggle to keep him from playfully making you hit yourself. Thrashing your head around wildly. And he’s just laughing above you because he thinks it’s stupid that you assume he just thinks you can’t fight and that’s why he won’t spar with you. For Eywas sake he watches you win regularly.

It’s like you could read his mind without tsaheylu and the mention of your victories emboldened you. He hadn’t even noticed your leg raise to wrap around his locked knee leisurely supporting his weight while he tormented you.

He had buckled backward under the weight of his massive frame embarrassingly quickly. You had expected him to let go of your wrists as he fell, but he did not. Opting to drag you down into the sand with him.

He tries to control the mauve that dances across his skin but this is the reason he didn’t spar with you. He can tell himself it’s because he hates seeing you get hit, and that his heart breaks and chokes him any time he thinks about striking you even in that situation.

He knows however, it’s because he can’t be this close to you. He can already feel his ears perking up towards you and his eyes relaxing while he stares up at you. How pretty. Your sapphire skin was dazzling under the cool violets and dwindling oranges of an almost completely set sun. The stars had even begun to twinkle behind you between the other shining moons.

“You are the worst,” your pants finally die down, to match your soft glare,

“Is that so?” His cheeks dimple as he grins wildly up at you as you adjust to straddle his chest more comfortably.

“Yes. I swing at you and you don’t even try to hit me back.”

And there’s another attitude laced plop to his chest. More follow as you use said pops to enunciate your following words,

“You just toss me around like I am useless and cannot fight! You know I can. Yet you only fight my brothers, how are you meant to get better if you don’t-“

He stops listening to your scoldings. He doesn’t care what you’re saying when his heart beats against your inner thighs. When he can feel the pudge of your hips practically pooling on him begging for him to grab at it. Why couldn’t you connect the dots? Why were you so stupid? He can’t help but laugh at you, there’s even a bit of a bitter snide behind it. Even though he thinks it’s endearing how badly you wanted to prove yourself to him. He cuts you off abruptly,

“Go and fight with Ao’nung,”

And it’s got your pretty siren eyes widening at his words.

“What does he have to do with anything,”

The sight of his sea-foam eyes rolling into the back of his head has your snarl fixed down at him,

“Can’t step on the Olo'eyktan’s toes can I? Huh?”

He has an expression you’ve never seen cross his face before. Not on Rotxo’s. Not the sweet boy who you had spent so much time with,

“What are you talking about, Ro?”

Ro. You dare call him Ro at a time like this. It makes him sit up on in elbow, grabbing at the top of your now elevated thigh,

“What do you mean what am I talking about? Why do you need to spar with me when you can practice with him? Unless it’s just some weird mating thing you guys have going on-”

He’s never seen your face screw up quite like it is now. Red-faced at his accusation not out of embarrassment but out of anger. Angry that he’d made such a brazen accusation. The first outbreak from Rotxo leaves you stumbling over how to answer him, and you notice he looks hurt at your stunned silence.

“Yeah, ‘course that’s what it is. You make it quite obvious-“ and you feel him start to move under you- probably to get up and apologize and tell you you had to walk back to the village now because even with the hurt salted embarrassment he feels now he’d never leave you to walk back alone. Never let you be in danger. You know that and it makes you more upset,

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t make it obvious. I am not your fucking ilu- you do not know what I’m thinking.”

Your left hand reaches for the wrist of the hand that holds your thigh while your right pointer and middle fingers aim down at him accusingly.

“So you have no interest in him?”

Rotxo is speaking faster than usual. A trait you had noticed followed Rotxo anytime he was too hyped up. He was the softest boy you had ever known yet the gentle buzz of adrenaline that leaked out of his too-quick breaths reminded you that he was in fact a Metkayina warrior.

“Mhmm,”

You’re honestly surprised it has taken you this long to notice the mutual affection he had harbored for you. Blinded by your insecurities, the sight of him frantic over the idea of your affection belonging to someone else made you squirm.

“I suppose he would be a fine mate now that you mention it-” and you smile down at him, hoping he knows you’re kidding. That you just don’t know how to talk about your feelings “considering no one else seems to be all that interested in me,”

And you feel him go ridged under you, round eyes fixated on your own. You think he’s annoyed a little bit, staring dumbfounded at you. But you feel his fingers dig into the meat of your thigh.

“Was this your plan? Torment me into doing what you want?”

You don’t know if it’s the chill of the eclipses sea breeze or the fact that Rotxo’s voice was as modulated, deep, and mesmerizing as always, yet his face held the same intense stare that the Metkayina warriors were renowned for. You’re embarrassed at the way you twitch as he props both hands on your thighs and adjusts himself back into laying straight back.

“Nu-uh, but is it working?” And you're purring above him, flicking your tail across his stomach. It only added to the overstimulated feeling throbbing at the front of Rotxo’s skull. An uncomfortable pendulum swinging him between ecstasy at the sight of your pretty form sat on his chest and misery over the fact that he still couldn’t shake the insecurity that you were toying with him.

“No-“ He curses a crack in his voice with a swallow, “I will just stay tormented,”

His hands are warm as they paw at the top of your thighs. He can’t help but feel like he’s on fire at your position, at least the sand was starting to cool in the dark. It helped keep him from sweating below you even as he pants at the sight above him. Your knees are pushed under his arms and nestled against his ribs and he worries you can feel his heart pounding. You made the air hang hot around his head.

You’re nervous at how intense his dusk sullen aqua eyes maintain their contact with you but he doesn’t have a choice- if you scooted up less than a foot you’d be sat right on his face- there’s nothing he’s ever wanted more.

“Lost in thought?”

He cringes at your voice. Not knowing how you always get him like this. How you always have the high ground. He doesn’t know why he’s honest with you,

“I do not want you to fight with Ao’nung like that anymore.”

And you grin at him and place your palm on his cheek,

“Is that so? That means you will spar with me now?”

He couldn’t wrap his head around your obsession with being hurt? Did you pester everyone to fight with you like this? The thought makes his body move on reflex, craning his neck enough to open his mouth wide and comp down onto the exposed skin of your thigh. You bounce on his chest, pulling at his hair back with a whine in response.

“If you are jealous you can just say so you do not have to bite me, you child.”

He can only smile because it’s his hair you’re yanking at. You’re sitting on him and-

“I’m not jealous. Not in this moment anyways,”

One of his hands slides up your hunched forward torso, and he’s pulling you down by the woven fabric of your top. You’re not sure if he’s pulling you down to kiss him. You figure with the state of things though a kiss wasn’t an unwelcome advance, and you’re not surprised when his head lifts to kiss you back.

It’s better than any silly fantasy you had ever let yourself drift into because he’s warm and real and he’s kissing you like you’re fragile because he wants you to feel safe enough to be fragile. He wouldn’t have wasted so much time becoming a competent warrior if it wasn’t to keep you safe.

“How could you think I’d want to share a brain with Ao’nung huh? I’d kill myself.” you smile against his lips, “as if I’d ever want him over you,”

And he knows you’re not lying to him as the fluff of your tail tickles against a throbbing vein in his lower stomach. How could you be lying when you’re hunched over uncomfortably while you straddle him just so you could purr into a kiss? His big hands cradling your cheeks makes you ignore the ache in your spine, and you thank Eywa he’s so big as to add ease to the position.

By some stroke of luck, his hand travels down your spine as if to soothe the ache while your tongues swirled against each other. Despite the trembling ache that plagued your lower stomach at the endearing turn of events, Rotxo kisses you, softly. As if you’re not dying for him. Even though you straddle him his chest and move against him to relieve the pressure he inflicts on you. You’re very obviously making out with him. Willingly letting his mouth explore yours at his own pace. You can’t help but slide down his torso so you could lay on top of him properly.

You couldn’t get over how wide you still had to spread your legs to straddle his waist. Even though you laid over him caging his body under yours he engulfed you. You need to breathe far earlier than he does, and he finds it cute how you huff against his lips to catch your breath.

“You’re not going to let Ao’nung touch you anymore, ya?”

And he can’t help the dopey pitch of his voice as he catches your lips in a quick kiss. Not when you’re beaming down at him.

“Only if you touch me instead,”

You sound so coy considering you’re giggling above him. And when you enunciate your words with another kiss he can’t help the obnoxious chortle that leaves his lips- that’s until you bite at his bottom lip slightly,

“You are too bossy,”

But he kisses you the way you want him to. Pushing his nose against yours. He doesn’t think he can like anything more until he feels your hips grind against the lower abs of his stomach- that tighten and flex at the feeling of your now twitching core.

The confidence the both of you had mutually worked up to had you lost in your own world. You know it’s unbecoming of you both to be caught in such a situation but you had enough confidence in your privacy and even less confidence in your own self-control to do anything about it.

“Sit on my face,” it comes out as a gaspy whisper between your clanking teeth while you grind against him, “Let me take care of you instead,”

It makes you whimper above him and he swears it’s some sort of nirvana.

“I-I’ve never-” and you are mad at how wet the inside of your mouth is and yet it still offers no solace to the lump in your throat

“No’ gonna make you,”

You’re not sure if the sound of him slurring into your mouth makes you moan or the fact that your tail finds and runs across his erect member behind you.

“Obviously want you to,” and his palm is on your cheek, “wanted you on my mouth since you plopped down on me,”

He’s kissing you between his words and you know he means it. You can hear it in his voice. He just about died of excitement when he felt you propping yourself up on your knees.

Now that you’re back up he can admire your pretty body once again. He thinks this is the first time he’s ever seen you not take the lead. It made him blush- realizing how shy you had suddenly become. He’s gentle when he reaches for your thigh again, sliding up until his fingers reach the fabric of your tweng,

“Can I?”

You wondered how the sun would rise in the morning when it was trapped in his smile. Looking up at you as if you were Eywa herself. How could he possibly think you don’t want him to untie it?

You don’t know how to say yes without embarrassing yourself, so you do what any rational woman would do when the love of their life was laid between their legs. You reach up to the fabric tie of your beaded top, and let it fall from your body, plopping down in the sand next to you.

You can’t ignore the throb that plagues you at the widening of his eyes, how they instantly drop to your breasts. The only cover from his eyes are the few strands of hair.

You’re almost shocked at his fumbling fingers. Too excited to uncover you and too large for the delicate fabric, yet like all things that required a gentle hand- Rotxo succeeded at his task quickly. Obediently you let his palms guide your hips up. He is rewarded with one more sway of your tail over his quickly hardening length as tosses your bottoms in the opposite direction of your top.

You're breathing heavily when he cranes his neck to look at your most intimate flesh,

“Oh, Eywa,”

He can feel himself leaking all over his stomach at the sight of your bare cunt against his torso, and the warm feeling of you dripping could drive him to madness.

“C’mere, give me you.”

You listen of course. He feels bad that he likes you best like this. Tentatively crawling up his large chest to place your legs on the side of his head.

He doesn’t feel bad for enjoying the view of you hovering above his face. He can’t believe he had done this. He can’t believe you’re swollen, sticky, and wet for him.

His hands are wrapping around the fat of your thighs to pull you into open-mouthed kisses against your thighs. You’re mad it feels so good- he’s not even touched you and yet your thighs twitch where he kisses.

You reward him with a real moan at the quick swipe of his tongue from the bottom of your leaking hole right across your clit. Though he didn’t truly know what he was doing, he knew what he wanted to do. That was enough. You seemed to like what he was doing regardless. He likes kissing you. Feeling the way your lips twitch against his. His tongue finds a comfortable rhythm exploring your folds. You tasted like nothing he had ever eaten before. He couldn’t compare you to anything else- and there wasn’t a thing in Pandora he’d rather in his mouth.

Though you're panting and wiggling your hips in front of his face he still wants to give you more. Wants to wrap his arms around your thighs and take care of you the way you should be taken care of. He doesn’t know why he has such a need to take care of you, especially since you had caused him so much grief. He knows you’re more than willing and capable of handling him mating you without any of this - but he can’t help it. He wants to spoon-feed the world to you; do everything for you. Even if it means doing all the work to get that pretty pussy of yours to cum in his mouth.

His desire to take care of you is probably why one of his big hands finds your hips. Why it slides across your smooth skin and his thumb hooks under your tail to push you down and forward onto his wanting mouth.

“I said sit-” he speaks into your cunt, the vibrations of his voice making you clench your stomach.

He can feel his dick jump at the way you cry at the feeling of him grinding your sensitive pussy against his wanting mouth, legs clamping down against his blood-rushed ears. When he finally slides his tongue into your twitching hole again he can’t help but reach down to squeeze at the base of his throbbing dick. Just for a second, he could pretend you were clamping down on his cock and not his rapidly exploring tongue. You’re too busy following along with the motion Rotxo’s hand around your tail provides for you to notice what he’s doing, however. When you’re so blissed out that you lean back to brace your hands onto his chest he can’t help but take in the sight of your thrown-back head. Your hair was behind you now and he could watch the night sky illuminate the swell of your breasts. He can’t be bothered to feel bad at watching you so vulnerable and unaware when he’s the one to cause it.

With the added space of you leaning off of him slightly, he was able to drag his face across your leaking cunt as if he were a starved animal ripping into a meal.

You feel dirty- for the way your head quickly snaps forwards to watch the way he shakes his head back and forth between your legs. There’s no hiding the mess below you at this point. The twinkling night does little to hide the slick connecting you to him. And you feel yourself leak even worse when his relaxed eyes blink open and he catches you staring at him. When he slows his movements to take in the look on your face.

“Ro- don’t- Rotxo-“

Embarrassment is evident in your voice despite the fact he feels like his face is burning brighter than yours. He can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that you’re sitting on his face, you’re letting him eat you out.

He wraps his lips around his new favorite part of your body, sucking the nerve into his mouth with a cruel pop. Kissing it after you cry out,

“You feelin' good?”

His words are soft, as you feel his thumb caress the underside of your tail. You only try to sit back down on his face with a wiggle of your hips. Rotxo has finally found a happy middle ground where he felt confident with you, however. Gripping your tail tighter to keep your greedy cunt off of his face.

“Answer me,”

And with his words comes a gentle graze of his sharp teeth against the pulsating sticky skin of your clit. He’s never heard you make the noise that responds to his assault. A cry or a hiss he wouldn’t know- but it was his new favorite sound. He’s only licking you- it’s only at the work of his tongue that your legs are shaking so prettily on his cheeks.

“Yes- yes you know I am-“ You start, “can you keep going now?”

It’s the fake polite voice you use that makes him scoff. He finds it endearing how badly you try to grind yourself against him in the same rhythm he had previously helped you with. But with his grip on your tail, and the punishingly slow strokes of his tongue against your slit you stayed bubbling on the edge. You’ve never been so pliable for anyone before, he thinks. He’s never seen you so whiney over anything.

“Rotxo please!”

Your please is a little too mean. It wasn’t you asking him to make you feel good. You were being bossy and rude. Red face screwed up in frustration as if you had still been scolding him for the fact he wouldn’t hit you. Maybe it’s why his other hand leaves your hip for a second to swat at the fat of your ass.

Between you sidling forward onto his face, and the fact that your pretty little tail wagged across his painfully hardened cock he couldn’t help but moan right into you.

The guttural moan of his deep voice sends a shock wave up your body that has one hand digging into the sand next to his head and the other hand pulling at the mess of curls on top of his head. Maybe he understood your annoyance at his stubborn desire to hold back before. Because right now you are doing the same.

All he wanted was for you to cum. So one hand returned to your pretty tail to help you grind your clit against his face. It was cute how you tensed at the feeling of the tip of his fingers that had risen up against the hole that so willingly leaked all over him. You don’t even give him a chance to ask if you’re okay with it before you sink back into his fingers, ruining the kiss Rotxo had just begun assaulting your clit with.

The sight of spit connecting his swollen lips to your cunt, and the feeling of one of his finger reaching deeper in you than you had ever been able to touch makes you tremble above him. He’s rocking you against his face while he begins an almost punishing assault on your hole.

In his defense, he wasn’t truly aware of how punishing the pace was. The only thing he was focused on was the steady ripple of your ass against his knuckles. So blissfully unaware of how much louder your voice had gotten. The wet sound he was greeted with as he slid a second finger inside you only spurred the speed of his hand more.

“I- I… Ro I feel-”

And he feels the tip of your tail softly lay across his aching cock as though to anchor yourself as you arch forward into his face, thighs trembling. He moans at the ache of his scalp as you pull him into you and he can’t help but open his eyes wide.

Eywa is Rotxo glad he did. He knows he’s going to remember this for the rest of his life- the view of your pretty legs choking him in a vice grip and pussy clenching up on his fingers while you practically scream. You don’t listen to yourself though, not when you’re preoccupied with the sound of him slurping against you. As if he’s never enjoyed something more- and he’s smiling against you as he alternates, scraping his teeth against you, and sloppily kissing you though your orgasm. All while his fingers still slowly curl inside of you.

You feel like you should be embarrassed, panting above him- trying to force oxygen into your deprived lungs and brain. He doesn’t make you feel awkward though. Not even for a second. Not while he’s petting your thigh and smiling up at you between his movements.

“You’re alright?”

The hum of his voice was questioning. You couldn’t help that part of you felt as though he was telling you that you were alright though. Maybe that’s why you felt so at ease.

“Better than alright,”

Your coquettish grin has him pawing at your thighs to scoot you back down off of him. Even though he’s never enjoyed doing something more than taking care of you, the feeling of your tail twitching against the tip of his throbbing cock had raised an unfamiliar pain in his stomach. Besides, the sinful sounds you had been making for him; the pretty dazed face had coaxed you into had made him confident enough to not want to be under you any longer.

You instinctually wrap your arms around his neck as you feel him begin to sit himself up. One arm wrapped tightly under your ass (giving himself the luxury of wrapping one of his meaty palms around the meatier fat of your ass) to keep you from sliding down into his lap until he had sat up completely, and could position you comfortably.

You can’t help but smile at how disheveled he looks. His hair is all askew from you yanking at it and his face is completely blushed and wet from all the effort. The way the corners of his lips twitch into a smile by the time your bare slit makes contact with him is almost mischievous in a way. As if he was expecting the gasp that falls from your lips as he drags you down across the tweng that painfully constricts the parts of him that hadn’t hardened out of it. It finally relieves some of the pressure knotting at the pit of his stomach. You could never wrap your mind around how sitting on his lap could be so calming yet intimidating. You can’t help but reach for the sand covered curls at the back of his head pulling desperately to fill the gap the height difference caused. Wanting nothing more than for him to bless you with another kiss.

Of course, he obliges. He doesn’t think he could ever deny you a single thing now. Not when you’re grinding down onto him while kissing him. Dragging the fabric across the both of you, and Eywa when you run your tongue across his lips with a giggle he has to stop himself from cumming between the both of you.

Feeling the way his tip leaks against your belly button has your heart beating so impossibly fast that the rattling it causes in your rib cage hurts.

“We do not have to do anything else,”

He doesn’t want to remind you. He really does not. He wants nothing more than to sink you down onto him- but he doesn’t want you to feel pressured. To feel unsafe. If you had never touched him again he’d have lived happily with this moment like gold in his memory. He thanks Eywa however, when you whine at the insinuation, thread your fingers around his kuru, and your pretty snarl makes contact with his own teeth.

“Don’t make me go and find Ao’nu-”

You don’t even finish your hiss before he swats at your ass again, appreciating the way your skin recoils, and thighs tremble at his sides and for you to yelp into him. How dare you say his name with your hand where it was? Has he been too nice to you these years? Too gentle with you?

“Watch it,”

You had heard Rotxo growl before. Never at you- but you had seen what he was capable of when he did get aggressive with people. Yes, he was a sweet and gentle boy- but he was also rowdy, brawling, and all too bellicose. But because he was normally so saccharine to you, you had forgotten all about the rest of Rotxo. Big, honorable, and strong Rotxo who you had seen slam down elder warriors with years of experience on him like they were weightless. Those same muscular, intricately tattooed arms were now using the fat of your hips and ass to grind you down against him. As if to make up for the cruelty of your words your other hand reaches down, and though you had frustrated him he can’t help but buck his hips into you at the feeling of your hand sliding down the hood of his cock so you could run a thumb across his exposed tip.

“I want you. I thought I was being pretty obvious. Reya makes fun of me for it.”

You don’t know why you whisper to him, you don’t think you had ever been as soft-spoken before.

“I am just stupid-”

And his frustrations leave him at the feeling of your hands loosening around both his hand and kuru. He can’t help but slide his face against yours, slotting his nose against yours. He breaths against your face once before he speaks,

“You are not a stupid girl,” and there’s a kiss placed on your cheek under your eye as one palm raises to cradle the opposite one, “you are at least smart enough to undo a knot, yeah?”

He keeps his usual warm and syrupy baritone voice, yet there’s a condescending undertone to his voice that shoots straight down to your core. It makes your ears flatten against your head, and your eyes widen. He was almost bitter that all it took to intimidate you was to imply he wanted to impale you on his cock. Why did he waste all this time becoming such a revered deep-sea diver and warrior?

“Or are you, pretty girl?”

There’s more jest in his voice; his heart swelling at how cute you were when you weren’t being a menace. So cute in fact that he can’t help but kiss the crown of your head as he watches both of your hands reach down to untie his tweng. He supposes he could have just yanked it down, but he can’t help the rush that flows through him at the sight of you doing it. He swears he’ll ride this high for months- felt like he could fight a nalutsa all by himself.

That’s until he sees you sit up on his knees and realize what you’re going to do- what you want to do. It finally sinks in for him. You want him. Your fingers are on his kuru, your cums on his face- you chose him. Suddenly the sea breeze isn’t enough to keep him from overheating. He’s too aware of the sound of the waves and the sand that covers his back and hair and the fact that-

“Sayrìp,”

His eyes instantly leave your swollen pussy and raise to your face, locking with your eyes obediently. You smile up at him and he’s sure his pupils are as wide as yours.

“Are you okay?”

How can he not be okay when you're kissing his mandible? Teeth teasing against the pulse you’ve risen should drive him to dizzying madness but only acts to ground him back into reality,

“Jus’ cannot believe you’re here with me.”

It gives him a chance to swallow the lump in his throat,

“Who else would I be with, skxawng?”

And you're grasping at the base of him to hold his heavy leaning cock steady; he whines at the sight of your spit drooling past your pretty lips and hisses at the feeling of it plopping against him. He supposes you could use all the help you could get if you hoped to take him.

As you slide the girthy blunt tip against your slit he rewards you with a moan. A deep sound that reverberates against his chest. It makes you all too eager to try and sink down onto the tip.

But Rotxo’s arms are stronger than you and he doesn't want you to do that, so he uses that strength against you. Despite being so giving and nice on the regular, rolling over and letting you boss him around and do what you wanted he was going to mate you the way he wanted to, and you were going to take it.

When the jolt of his hands moving to hold your hips in place makes your pussy flutter against his tip he has to remind himself of that before he loses all of his resolve and pushes you down onto his length in one swift movement. The thought made him cringe. He didn’t waste all this time opening you up for him just to hurt you,

“You going to let me mate you, tsyeym?” He asks

If you think you could roll your eyes without invoking the hunter's wrath you would have. He was acting as though you hadn’t been pulling and tugging on his prettily kept braid since you had first felt his imposing length against you.

“I am not above begging,”

Though you’re chuckling softly in his ear your fingers are dancing down his kuru, and when your finally twirl the ends of his hair covering his tswin around your slender fingers he can’t help but slide just the first couple of inches of him into you. He can’t tell if he feels your fingers caressing his nerves more or the far too-tight ring of your pussy sucking him into you.

“Ma’Rotxo-”

Your free hand braces yourself down on his bicep, digging your fingernails into his flesh as if you’re the one overstimulated.

“Thought you were tough, huh?” He chides, “Wanna fight with me but can’t even take me bullyin’ my cock into ya, huh?”

If you were mean you would have tugged on his braid, giving him a semblance of the perineum sting you felt at the girth of him-

“Don’t be an asshole to me, Rotxo.”

You’re trying to be bossy still and it doesn’t suit the fact that your body feels so pliable in his hands. He doesn’t even dignify you with an answer, not when he wants you to be flush against his hips. Not when he wanted you to feel as much of him as you could before he made you feel even more. He feels a little bad that you’re so small in comparison to the Metkayina people. Though an embarrassing part of him loves the idea of spending the rest of his life drilling into your warmth until you’re molded to him he worries about how sore you’d be in the morning. He promises himself that he’d be extra kind to you tomorrow- tend to anything you could want. He will take care of you as a thank you for the way you were about to let him use you.

You couldn’t think of a time when Rotxo hadn’t taken care of you- this felt no different. So when you feel one of his hands caress you on the mission to reach around your body and pull you apart further so that more of him could slide inside all you do is huff and give into his guidance.

“Look at you,”

He sounds winded at the feeling of you clenching against him. You’re surprised he enters as easily as he does. Surprised the pressure doesn’t hurt as bad as you feared it would. Especially when one of his thumbs moves over your clit in soft quick motions,

“Just gotta relax a lil’ more.”

His eyes are fixed down; watching you take him inside of you. He doesn’t even care anymore that the end of his braid is held in your soft hand. He ignores the uncomfortable throb that shoots through it. He only has to endure seconds more of it before he’s rewarded with the slippery plap of your hips meeting. He feels bigger than ever when your hands leave their respected body parts to grab at his cheeks. He’s sure you meant to kiss him but you only managed to moan against his open mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he kisses you, “Took it all so good.” another kiss,

“Fucking Metkayina- too big,” Of course, you’re grumbling right now. Of course, you have a grumpy little voice even when he’s in your guts.

“You are rude,” one of his arms wrapped around you and pulled you flush against him, partially to appreciate your warmth but mostly so he could reach around and grab your own braid.

“Shouldn’t even touch this now, huh?”

His soft eyes give him away, and he knows you know him too well. You know that once you pull his braid over his shoulder that he’d rush to bring yours closer.

You were right of course, he’s quick to hold the bioluminescence of your tswin’s tendrils painfully close to his own. There’s something that makes your stomach tighten painfully at the sight. There was something so exciting about the fact that you were so close to being with him- all you had to do was dip your hand forward. The thought has you rolling your hips down against him to alleviate the throb of your clitoris. It’s all he needs before his other hand leaves your hip to grab your wrist that holds his tswin.

“Look at me,”

You’re so good for him. So obedient when your eyes instantly snap from where your hands almost make you one- to his eyes. He thinks you’re so beautiful. Sultry and warm and so undeniably wild. So easily he gives into the magnetic force that’s been trying to convince him to pull your tswin into his.

He thinks his heart stops at the way your eyes haze over and you melt into him. The way you practically purr as he feels his lap grow wetter. Now you were all of those things- but you were also his.

“Oh, Eywa,”

He feels bad for how roughly his one arm pulls you into him, he feels how much fuller it makes you feel but he has to feel your heartbeat against him. He thinks this is bliss- that he can’t get anything better than this. Then you begin scooting your hips back and forth against his. His hands are too quick to reach for your hair, digging his fingers into it.

The pretty way your face screws up as your pace quickens has him star-struck. The echo of your pleasure tickled his lower stomach. He can’t help but lift his hips to meet yours; the slapping sound of skin as you bounced against him is enough to spur him into near madness. Both of your throats are caught- stunned in silence over the sheer amount of feeling tsaheylu adds.

He feels bad because he knows you feel so good going at your own pace and using him to fill yourself to your heart's content. He can’t focus on that guilt when he has such an uncontrolled need to be on top of you. His hands halting your hips have you confused, and you’re only more shocked when he’s heaving you up and tossing the both of you until your back is against the sand and your hips are hiked on his firm thighs.

He doesn’t even give you a second to take in the change, slipping himself all the way into you in one fluid movement, palms returning to the fat of your hips so he could roll and grind down into you. He loves the way you clench as he rolls across your g-spot. The view is beautiful, and the way your hands reach between your thighs and rub your fingers against yourself for him only drives him further into ecstasy.

“So pretty for me,” He loves how easy it is to make you clench and throb. “My pretty mate,”

His eyes are fixed on the way your breasts bounce at the power of his thrusts and the way your stomach bulges. He knows if he focuses on your pretty face he’d be finished the way your wide eyes don’t focus on anything and the dark purple stain of your blush. He’s never quite seen your markings glow so bright. He’d never live down finishing before he even got a chance to fuck you properly- before he could really appreciate the view. So he grabs at your hips and wiggles you side to side in an effort to stimulate you further,

“Let me fuck you for real now baby,” and his hand travels up your legs that are bent against your bodies, straightening one leg over his shoulder so he could kiss your calf. How could you say no when he asks so sweetly while he was so deep inside of you?

“Please? Can you please move again?”

He forgot you could be so polite when you want to be. He’s all smiles, starting at a comfortable pace. His speed picked up quickly as he could use your whole leg as an anchor, but he still stays relatively shallow. Just to give you enough time to adjust before he picks up a punishing pace.

He knows he’s fucking you entirely too loud. He knows the way you moan under him is entirely too loud. He knows the nighttime waves aren’t loud enough to drown out what he’s doing to you but all it does is spur him on. He wishes you’d be louder but he knows you have more dignity than he does.

How can he slow down when you’re telling him he’s so good? You’re gasping as he falls forward onto one hand for more leverage. Still holding your hips up by one leg so he could slam into you. The change of position has you dragging sinfully across him and it almost distracts you from the sound of his grunts. It was magnifying seeing him worked up over you- he wasn’t even in a rut and had desired you so deeply.

“Gon- Shit. Roxto 'm gonna cum,”

The way he reacted to your words is what sends you over the edge. The way he hunches over and begins to slam into you while his eyes bore into yours. The sloppy sound of you cumming all over him and your eyes rolling into you head bring him closer more than the feeling of you clamping down on his cock. He didn’t think you could squeeze tighter and it’s embarrassing how easy you make him cum. Just barely enough time to slip out and shoot himself all over you.

He means to hit your stomach honestly, expecting it to pool where you had been slightly folded. Except he had forgotten how worked up you had gotten him- how badly he had wanted to cum in you. The sheer amount that painted your warm stomach and azure boobs should have embarrassed him but the sight of his cum shooting further and globbing on your chin and lips consumes him. You lay half folded under him, grasping onto him while you panted. Covered in his cum. No one could get near you without knowing you were his.

He can’t help but act on his desires and lean down to cage his big arms around you. Running his tongue up your chin and across your lips. You taste the salt on his lips when he immediately kisses you, and at the bite of his teeth, you’re opening your mouth so he can spit him into your mouth.

It should be raunchy and make you feel like a whore but he does it so softly and kisses you so libidinously that the swirl of his tongue against yours has you both purring into each other's mouth.

You’re perplexed at how quickly he’s back to sweet Rotxo. Kissing you gently and caressing skin that just knew the punishing grip of his strength.

He’s tall when he sits up on his knees, and now that he’s not hunched over rutting into you it truly dawns on you just how much bigger he is than you.

He scoffs as he looks around him and you’re almost confused until you watch him lean over to grab both of your bottoms before he’s grinning down at you and scooping his hands under you.

His cheeks hurt from smiling at the sound of you giggling foolishly at him as he heaves you into the air. You're both red-faced and covered in sweat and sand and he can’t wait to walk into the cooling water with you in his arms.

[usermakki]

ㅤ· ₊ ⊹ · ₊ ⊹ · ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ᴍᴇɴ + ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ;

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ; neteyam, lo’ak, tsu’tey, jake, ao’nung, rotxo x reader

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ; fluff so much fluff, aged-up!characters, dreamwalker!human!reader, na’vi!reader, gender neutral, dreamwalker!jake, established relationship, lowercase intended, the alternative tittle was avatar men + non-sexual dominance lol

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ; eyes off you by prettymuch

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ; this literally took me hours to write because my attention kept shifting to other things damn..

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

・・・・・・ ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ

﹒ɞ  answers questions meant for you neteyam is frighteningly attentive to your state of mind, any and all telling signs and gestures are swiftly picked up by your boyfriend. the moment he notices your brief hesitation when faced with a question or some probing from a fellow clan member, be it because you're in a cranky mood or scared, he's quick to step up and answer on your behalf. as long as you're comfortable, he doesn't mind being the mediator in the relationship.

﹒ɞ  hunts and prepares your meal as a mate, neteyam is a provider through and through. you'll never be short on anything, not if he can do something about it. "do you want mushroom steak or roasted sturmbeest ? oh, beanpod potato ? noted, i'll be quick then." neteyam prides himself on his unmatched hunting prowess, and he relishes in your praise and beaming face every time he enters your home with his catch in hands. your mate always takes your cravings and wants into account, and he takes great pleasure in preparing your meal, all the while you cuddle yourself to his side in anticipation.

﹒ɞ  enforces your boundaries he's always ready to ensure that no one takes advantage of your kindness. neteyam understands, how hard it is to deny a request, and he gets how mentally and physically taxing being everyone's go-to person is, honestly. he doesn't want you running around, losing sleep, and spreading yourself thin over someone else's business. "we'd appreciate it if you could do this on your own." even if, in order to do that, he needs to use a little force. you can rest assured that neteyam will always have your back.

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・・・・・・ ʟᴏ'ᴀᴋ

﹒ɞ  makes way for you by drawing back the flap of a tent open as he stands to the side, holding onto your hand behind his back as he shoulders his way through the people, ushering you over to sit alongside him during meals. your home is right by him and he wants you there always, so he makes space for you wherever he is. lo’ak loves spending all of his available time with the one he loves most, and as long as he's around, you will always have a place in the world.

﹒ɞ  defends your reputation lo'ak's troublemaker abilities are well known within the clan since he was a small kid, and while he's been discouraged from those practices since getting with you, that doesn't mean he won't resort to some quarrel or ruthless prank to get back at someone who dares to bad-mouth, belittle or disrespect you. you've had to patch up your boyfriend a handful of times because of that, and despite being apprehensive of the consequences that await him, you fall deeper in love with him each time. "stop it! that's so cheesy. i'm not your silent protector, ew."

﹒ɞ  interrupts people who interrupt you if there's one thing Lo'ak hates more than being talked over, is when people talk over you. the sight of your beautiful features twisting into a frown is like a punch to the stomach. he doesn't care whom it is you're talking to either; your friends, his siblings, your siblings, a tutor, or an experienced warrior, the least he expects is for them to respect you. and he's relentless about it too, not backing down until you finish your sentence. “they weren’t done speaking."

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・・・・・・ ᴛꜱᴜ’ᴛᴇʏ

﹒ɞ  escorts your rides it has become customary for the people to see tsu'tey accompanying you high and low–through the communal spaces and deep into the forest. his commanding hands constraining your pa'li as you struggle to conduct it, occasionally galloping behind you with his strong arms secured tightly around your waist to keep you from falling over. and he is even more fretful during your flights, hovering with his banshee close to yours, calling out directions. tsu’tey was chosen by the olo'eyktan himself to educate you in their ways, to teach your untrained eyes to see–and he’s nothing if not a proficient and devoted teacher. he's always ready to catch you.

﹒ɞ  weaves your garments it really surprised you at first, catching sight of tsu'tey weaving a loincloth with his battle–hardened hands. craft-making is a proficiency for every na'vi, they are taught and encouraged to practice it from a young age, seeing that they do not partake in selling or buying their clothing and utilities from others. since you were not born into those traditions, tsu'tey gladly takes it into his own hands to weave and gift you pretty, colorful, and fitting loincloths, tops, and other items to adorn your avatar body. "is it to your liking ?" he puffs out his chest in pride as you voice your approval, and he also grunts on all the occasions you mention picking up on weaving for yourself. 

﹒ɞ  dresses you in your battle attire tsu'tey has always been gentle with you, and it's no different whenever he assists you in dressing and painting yourself for war and raids against the RDA. And you love it, the glide of his cold fingers against your warm skin, the grip on your shoulder as he adjusts the strapped sheath of your knife across your chest, the sight of him on his knees before you as he fastens your leg band. but in special, you love experiencing how much of an endearing person tsu'tey can be, for you only. "here, let me put it on you. turn around." 

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・・・・・・ ᴊᴀᴋᴇ

﹒ɞ  lights your cigarettes you have a frustrating habit of losing all of the lighters you've brought along to–more like snuck into–pandora. they're never inside your pockets, on your baggage, or in your wardrobe and shelf when you ransack them for it. after noticing that, jake started keeping a spare lighter and matches inside the pockets of his pants and backpack for whenever you need them. he beckons you closer, with a flame already lit, "i got you, sweetheart." and when you lean down, cigarette in between lips, he never misses the kiss placed on your chin. 

﹒ɞ  talks you out of trouble unconventionally, you and jake have always shared an attitude. your fuse, however, is much shorter than his. so he has to resort to pulling you into a corner and sweet talking you into not doing some dangerous stuff he would clearly do if given the chance. "yeah, but this isn't about me. i'm trying to stop you from getting killed." it might be more stress than he signed up for, but jake definitely wouldn't trade you for the world. and in his defense, he manages to hold your trigger finger alright, for the most part. those other times, he joins you in whatever it is you plan on doing. 

﹒ɞ  pulls on pitcher leaves for you to drink from after so many years, your boyfriend has developed a deep knowledge and connection with pandora. and so, jake readily teaches you what he's learned from the omatikayan people–half to impress you, and half because he doesn't want you going through what he did on his first day on the field. one of his favorite past times is to take you on an expedition to the forest, where he tugs on the leaf of a pitcher plant for you to drink rainwater from. and you have half a mind to remind him that you've done this enough times to know how it goes, but you simply comply and let him do as he pleases. and you also don't comment on how he sneakily shakes the leaf to get your white shirt wet.

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・・・・・・ ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ

﹒ɞ  looks after you ao'nung has always been a distant individual, and you were aware of that when you accepted his courting. but it pleasantly surprised you when, early into your relationship, he started to treat you more mindfully. "careful with your head, yawntu." he watches your blind spots during hunts, carries any heavy items you have to transport, accompanies you when out and about, keeps a hand on your back and arm at all times, and he doesn't eat before making sure you did. ao'nung's behavior is strikingly clear, especially in contrast to how detached he is from everyone else. and these gestures are all unconscious; to him, looking out for you is instinctual.

﹒ɞ  maintains your weaponry from the moment you and ao'nung became an item, he took it upon himself to cater to your well-being and safety, and he does that by also maintaining your knife and spear. after every hunt or occasion, he gently takes your weapons from your hands or sheath, and sharpens the blade and repairs its handle. the last thing ao'nung wants is for your blade to fail you in a moment of need. despite coming with and leading any hunt you're present in, for his peace of mind, he makes sure to preserve your weapons' integrity for the unavoidable moment he might not be there to protect you.

﹒ɞ  carries you around ao'nung proudly admits to spoiling you rotten, it is a clear sign of how good a mate he is to you. and at first, he never realized to what extent, until one night while returning to your dwelling, you leaned your body against his and tiredly demanded that he carry you inside. it was dark and only the two of you, so he complied. "but the marui is only a few feet away... fine, hop on." but now, despite grumbling a little, he always carries you on his back or arms to and from wherever place you want to go, to the entirety of the clan's bewilderment. but you don't overuse your power over him, so as not to embarrass him too much in front of his friends.

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・・・・・・ ʀᴏᴛxᴏ

﹒ɞ  collects trinkets for you garments in rotxo's most humble opinion, you are unarguably the prettiest person in the whole clan. he knows how much you love to adorn pretty armbands, necklaces, and headpieces–it only adds to your charms. and so, as the dutiful boyfriend he is to you, he carefully scouts the surface of the sea bed in search of the prettiest and most iridescent shells, rocks, and crystals to weave into your garments. "i made you a new headpiece, yawntutsyìp. did you like it ?" whenever and wherever he is, rotxo makes sure to keep an eye out for flowers, beads, leaves, bones, talons, and teeth to add to the impressive collection of garments he has woven for you. seeing you walk around all dolled up, showing off his creations, is a sure way to make him all sheepish. 

﹒ɞ  fixes your appearance the most distinct trait of rotxo's love is, undoubtedly, his heedfulness toward you. he's always gazing, watching, looking out for you, and whenever he notices something out of place he's quick to fix it. he brushes your hair back into place, fastens your loosening armband, reaches over someone else to pull a leave from your hair, adjusts the belt of your loincloth, he's doing whatever it takes to tidy you up. and honestly, you love the gesture and he aims to keep you content.

﹒ɞ  always at your beck and call he could be sleeping, at the bottom of the ocean, elbow deep into some important work; before you can even think about asking him to do something for you or with you, rotxo's already on his way to ask you if you need him. whatever it is, he's always down, no questions asked. "of course, i can! we can do this right now." sometimes your requests might be answered with a pout, a grimace, and even a few seconds of hesitation, but he'll still do the thing for you, even if to make sure you won't get yourself killed. besides, spending more time with his adorable mate is never a bad thing in rotxo's book.

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[spiderlandry]

soft place to land — rotxo

Description: Rotxo thought he had more time to finalize his plan on how he’ll court you. But as he saw you sneaking off with Neteyam to fly on his ikran, he couldn’t help but think he may be too late.

Pairing: Rotxo x GN!Reader (Metkayina)

Warnings/Tags: jealousy, misunderstandings, angst, fluff, mentions of parent death (not reader’s), neteyam being a wingman, neteyam being flirty but they’re just a couple of besties

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note: rotxo my sweet boy <333 included my own hcs about his family situation in this one

At the edge of the forest of Awa’atlu sitting on a rock, you and Neteyam sat shoulder-to-shoulder watching the eclipse. Though you’ve been trying to convince him to make more friends and get out there, he always found his way back to you.

“I swear,” you watched the tides crash against the shore. “I never took you for the shy type.”

“I am not shy,” Neteyam quipped. “I just like being alone.”

“Would you like me to leave?”

His head snapped in your direction, his mouth beginning to scowl until he realized you were smirking. “You’ve been a good teacher. You deserve to reap the rewards by being in my presence,” he laughed as you shoved him, careful not to do it too hard that he fell off.

The truth was Neteyam was drawn to you because of your nurturing nature. He would never outright tell you, but it was something that he sought in people—a calmness he sensed in your soul. Yet, you entertained his little teases with just the right amount of sarcasm. He knew he wanted to be your close friend on the first day you helped teach his family about the Metkayina way of life. You accepted him almost immediately, even after he gained a few stern looks from you when he started teasing you about a certain someone a bit too soon.

That certain someone being Rotxo. On that first day, Neteyam said he noticed the way you stared, which you followed up with a concerned, is it really that obvious?

The answer, it was only obvious to Neteyam because he went through the same thing back home. When he told you this, you were able to read the solemn look on his face and he opened up about the woman waiting for him in the forest, the one he was beginning to court before they were forced to seek uturu. You both bonded over the pain of belonging to someone you couldn’t be with at that moment.

You’ve been best friends since then.

Neteyam sighed, idly fidgeting with his hands. “I miss home.”

“I know,” you whispered, unable to provide further comfort than a pitiful patting of his back. “You should tell me more about it.”

“I’ve told you many stories already,” he flashed you a flat smile, appreciating the sentiment. “I don’t know if there are any more.”

“What about your ikran?”

“I already told you how I tamed him.”

“You never told me your first flight. Neytiri said it’s the most important.”

He lightly scoffed—more of a laugh, really—he should have known you would get around his deflections. “We almost got lost,” he began.

“Really?”

He hummed. “I got carried away with trying to do all kinds of tricks. Flying just felt…good—It still does.”

“How did you make your way back?”

“Father found me,” he chuckled, “I almost got scolded. But I think he saw how happy I was.”

“What is it like? To fly, I mean.”

“It feels freeing, like the whole world is at your disposal.” He shrugged.

“I would like to fly sometime.”

“Seriously?” When you nodded, he grinned. “I could take you.”

And so, you both made a deal. Tomorrow morning, at dawn. Needless to say you were thrilled to see what the fuss was about.

When the time came, though, nerves got the best of you. You woke up two hours before the sun was fully in the sky, and had to leave your marui due to your own sleeplessness.

Coincidentally, Neteyam was also awake, feeding his ikran. He was at the cliff’s edge near your usual hangout spot.

Climbing up the small hill, he sensed your presence behind him, your gaze falling on his banshee that was giving him the death stare. “It’s been a bit difficult for him adjusting to the food here.”

You were silent, it was far too early to be having conversation. Instead you hesitantly extended your hand toward the animal, feeling its tough skin with a gentle graze under his chin.

Neteyam’s eyes widened—his ikran didn’t like to be touched, he should have warned you. But imagine his surprise when the banshee leaned into your touch, not away from it.

“I should have known he would like you,” he broke the silence.

“Hm?” You looked back at him, still scratching the animal.

“You’re good with animals. That’s why you’re a teacher, right?”

“I suppose.”

His lips curved into a soft smile. “Are you ready?”

With a scrunch of your nose, you flashed him a nervous grin. “Promise not to drop me?”

“Only if you behave,” he adjusted the straps on the banshee.

“I think I’m ready.”

“Let’s do it!”

Neteyam got on, helping you get your footing, and you settled nicely behind him. He made tsaheylu.

“Hold on to my waist,” he grabbed your arm and placed it around his middle. “Don’t let go.”

Without warning, the ikran lifted off the ground, the flap of its wings leaving behind a cloud of dust. On instinct, you squeezed Neteyam’s torso with both of your arms, and the animal shivered beneath your thighs as he must have felt it, too.

Your eyes closed and your head pressed up against his back, hiding from the wind. It was then you noticed he had tied his hair so it wouldn’t get in your face. Laughing at the realization, your eyes opened naturally—you were caught off guard by the beauty surrounding Awa’atlu.

The sea, clear as glass, reflected Eywa’s sun carefully placed in the sky as it came out of hiding. The light bounced off the wavelets in the water, illuminating the homes tied up under the large roots of the trees. Speechless, you were.

“Like the view?” Neteyam asked, his ikran circling near the reef, giving you a panoramic glimpse of your home.

“This is crazy,” you beamed.

Yet, when he turned his head to you, he found a faraway expression.

“You good?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You shook your head. “That’s Rotxo’s marui. Near the edge. It’s further away from the others.

At the mention of your friend, his eyes softened. He knew Rotxo was adopted by the leaders of the clan, but he never pushed to know about the rest.

“The Olo’eyktan gave him a separate marui after his parents…you know. So he had a private place. He’s in there a lot.”

You weren’t sure if you were right to tell Neteyam. At this point, words were just coming out without any real thought. Maybe you were lightheaded from the sheer height.

Veering away from the last part, he still kept on topic. “Are you ever gonna tell him about your feelings?”

“No.”

“Eywa, you are oblivious.” He muttered. “It is not good to dwell on your feelings alone, you know.”

“What else am I supposed to do? Court him?”

“Exactly right.”

“No!” You slapped his back lightly, and the ikran screeched. “What do I even give him?”

“What does he like?”

“He’s been wanting a new armband. He’s outgrown most of his, but—“

“But?”

“I don’t know how.” Neteyam felt the shame radiating off you at not having learned an important skill.

Going back to where you both took off, he landed on the grass smoothly.

After a beat, catching his breath, Neteyam said, “I’ll help you.”

-

From a young age, Rotxo hoped that being by your side would inevitably get you to see him. Not that he didn’t value being your friend, or that he was only with you because of an ulterior motive, no—he genuinely had this incessant need to be in your presence, and the realization that those feelings were more than platonic was just another side to the coin.

After that epiphany, he started a necklace. Multiple, actually. Perfecting the craft with Tsireya’s help to ensure it showed how much he loved you; his own marui was just the place to practice since nobody bothered him.

He was sort of dealt a bad hand in life having lost his parents as a child, but he was picked up by Tonowari and Ronal who took him underneath their wings. Growing up, feelings of being a burden made themselves known. You, however, being the eldest child of the leaders’s close friends, befriended him.

You both confided in each other about the pressure that came with status. You, being trained to become a warrior and a teacher, and him, as the adopted son of respected leaders. Your friendship bloomed naturally. He wasn’t as close to you as he liked, though, you were much closer with Tsireya and, lately, a certain someone.

About being the son of two great leaders, he had his own duties to perform. Often, that included having to wake up early to get them done. He was up before dawn, stretching and exiting his family’s marui. (But not before lightly kicking Ao’nung on the way out.)

Doing this for years, Rotxo was easily a morning person. So, imagine his surprise when he spotted you—strictly a night person, you told him yourself—walking outside.

He was about to come greet you, until he realized you had a destination in mind: the cliffside. He watched from afar as you climbed up and greeted that certain someone. The one you’d been spending much of your time with, which is none other than Neteyam.

Neteyam was okay. At first, at least. He listened to instructions better than his siblings which Rotxo was thankful for. But then the Sully had to go and become friends with you. Next thing he knew, you were spending most of your time with the guy.

He pictured it so clearly. You and Neteyam bonding over the pressure of being the eldest children. You had many friends, he knows. But recently your touches toward Neteyam got a bit too close, and your smile wider, and suddenly Rotxo became a beacon of an ugly emotion they called jealousy.

He always tried his best to shake it off. Now, seeing you mount Neteyam’s ikran, putting your hands around his waist and grinning when you both took off—he no longer had the dignity to deny it.

A shove from the back had him twisting to look at Ao’nung. “What?”

His brother smirked, pointing his head toward the ikran they both knew was Neteyam’s. “Jealous?”

“No.” Of course he was. But he would never give him the satisfaction of saying yes.

“You’ve been standing there for Eywa knows how long. You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” Rotxo nodded curtly, jerking his head away when Ao’nung tried to pinch his ear.

Since you were always with Neteyam, and Tsireya was with Lo’ak, Rotxo was stuck dealing with Ao’nung making sure he didn’t stick his neck where it didn’t belong. Ao’nung was a good brother, protective though he wouldn’t admit that. But being him, he was also quite unbearable.

Rotxo just was not having it today. Throughout his training and helping with the clan, he couldn’t help but be short with everyone. He would never be disrespectful, but it was a sure stark contrast from his usual smiles. From crinkled eyes to empty stares.

He didn’t think it made that much of a difference, but apparently it did. He was cleaning up in the Tsahìk’s marui, listening to Ronal with one ear while Tonowari sharpened his spear.

“Say, Rotxo, do you know if Ao’nung has talked of a mate?”

Focused on organizing materials, he gave a simple answer. “No, Tsahìk.”

Unbeknownst to him, both of his parents’ heads slowly raised toward him. Tonowari stopped sharpening his spear, Ronal stopped talking.

At the silence, he looked up. “Is something wrong?”

His mother shot his father a look, and as he nodded, she left.

Uh oh. This can’t be good.

Tonowari put down the spear. “What’s bothering you, ma’itan?”

Ears pinned to his skull, he bit his lip trying to come up with a response. Lying was not on the table. “I am sorry for being curt today, Olo’eyktan. You taught me to be better. I am just…”

“You can tell me.”

“I am…jealous.”

“Of whom?”

“I don’t think it’s important.” He shook his head. “It’s trivial.”

“If it is affecting your behaviour, it’s important.”

Well, he couldn’t disagree, could he?

“I have been jealous of Y/N. Who has been spending time with Neteyam.” He looked around, desperate to see anything but the reaction.

A hand came upon his shoulder, and he finally spotted the smile that crept up on the leader’s face. “You should give them the necklace.”

“Wait—how do you know about that?”

“You know, I didn’t raise Tsireya to be a liar either,” he laughed. “Besides, I would not worry much if I were you.”

“What does that mean?”

He patted Rotxo on the back before picking up the spear and gesturing to the doorway.

“Give them the necklace and find out,” he went back to sharpening the spear.

Rotxo, stumbling out of the pod, pondered on the implications of what was just said. Was it true? Could he really have a chance with you?

With a newfound hope and determination, he headed to his own marui to retrieve the necklace. However, that faith was short lived when he ran into you.

“Rotxo,” you beamed at him. “I was looking for you.”

“You were?” The spark of hope in his chest flickered to a flame.

“I flew on an ikran this morning,” your excitement was so strong that you didn’t seem to notice Rotxo’s grimace. “I wanted to tell you about it and—“

Just like that, the fire was extinguished.

“Um. I’m sorry, Y/N. But I have to go.”

“Oh.” You blinked. “Well, come find me later?”

“Sure.”

Closing the flap of his pod, he stared at the line of necklaces on the floor, his string of failed attempts. Laughable, he thought he ever had a chance with you. Furthest from the entrance was his most recent attempt. His best one.

He laid down, taking the necklace in his hand to hold close to his chest. He let himself grieve the little chance he thought he might have had.

“Eywa,” he breathed. “Please give me a sign before I give up on the one that I love.”

The lack of light guided him into a slumber.

He was woken up after eclipse, found by Tsireya so he could come eat supper.

“Working on the necklace again?” She asked, leading the way.

“No, I accidentally fell asleep.”

She laughed, “When are you going to give it?”

For Tsireya was the one who rooted for you and Rotxo since the start, he didn’t have the heart to tell her he may never give it.

“Soon, probably.” He said instead.

She nodded.

The problem with Rotxo’s marui being so far away, it was a long walk. And because of that, he had to pass practically every single pod. Including the Sully’s.

It was only for one second. His eyes were drawn to the light coming from it, a fire for food. Then he saw you. Eating with the Sully family, handing food to Tuk.

If it were any other kid, his heart would have swelled at your parental instinct. But she was a Sully. His heart, instead, constricted at the thought of you making good relations with Neteyam’s family because you could have loved him.

Still walking, he caught up to his sister. “Why is Y/N eating with the Sully’s?”

Her eyes narrowed at him. “Their parents are away on that hunting trip, remember?”

Right. They sent out a big hunting party every thirty eclipses, and your parents led them. In his haste, he’d forgotten. You must be worried like you always were. Likely searching for comfort. You found that in Neteyam, not him. He was too slow.

The silence wasn’t lost on Tsireya. And not to the rest of his family, either. Not even his little sister who was a few years older by now. But Tonowari steered the conversation away from Rotxo, knowing his situation.

In the following eclipses, he kept to himself during duties. He hadn’t spoken to you since that day you flew on Neteyam’s ikran. He wasn’t purposefully avoiding you, no, you did it for him. It was almost like you disappeared but not completely; you still sent him sweet smiles accompanied with a greeting. He hated that his name sounded just as sweet from your tongue, there was no sign of his feelings dissipating anytime.

Right before eclipse, sick of wallowing in his own misery, he went for a walk.

He spotted you on the shore with an Omatikayan. It was Neytiri, weirdly enough, and not Neteyam. He put the pieces in his head and came to the conclusion that it was because you were talking about a possible union with her eldest after he would pass his rites. Which would be…soon.

Blinking back tears, he saw a blurry glow in the corner of his eyes. Atokirina. He scoffed, pushing it aside and letting it float away as he went to a secluded spot for a swim.

-

Groaning at your restlessness, you continued to work on the armband for Rotxo. You could spot the mistakes. Your eyes grew hot, maybe you would never be able to make the perfect armband for him.

Neteyam was nice enough in urging you to learn weaving under a real professional in your clan. You were joined by Neytiri in these lessons, who was learning alongside you. You found solace in having someone else learn with you, because most Metkayina either learned as children or not at all. Your embarrassment was quelled when Neytiri took the lessons in stride, encouraging you on the way.

But there was one thing: you kept messing up.

With the unfinished accessory in your grasp, you sought out Neytiri, and found her sitting on a rock at the beach.

You cleared your throat, hoping you weren’t intruding. She smiled upon seeing you. “What do you need?”

“I am a failure,” your shoulders sagged.

Beckoning you to come closer, she patted the spot next to her which you took. You showed her the armband in progress.

“It’s beautiful.”

“No,” you insisted. “It is not.”

She frowned, “How come?”

You pointed out the mistakes.

“You know what I see?”

You hummed, preparing yourself for the sting of rejection.

“Love,” she replied. “You made it with love.”

“Does that even matter if it looks terrible?”

“It is not terrible.” She disagreed, “It is imperfect, but so is love.”

You finally shed a tear, partly out of frustration but at the epiphany you had upon hearing Neytiri’s words. What mattered was that it’s for Rotxo. And you already knew he would love it regardless of how he felt toward you.

“You know,” Neytiri continued. “In our clan, we often made jewelry that matched. One for the lover, the other for the loved. And if the other accepts, that is their gift, and it means they become the lover, too. The love is mutual and their bond is strengthened.”

You wiped the tear away. “That’s poetic.”

“It is.”

“Should I do that?”

“If you want to.”

“I’m going to.”

So, you took it upon yourself to keep going. You got so carried away that you lost sleep for the next two nights, finishing Rotxo’s and making one for yourself.

Early morning, sitting on the cliffside, you looked at your work side by side. A little too honed in on the armbands combined with a lack of rest, you didn’t notice a pair of large blue feet right next to you until the owner of said feet cleared his throat.

“Skxawng!” You hissed at Neteyam, straining your head to look up. “You scared me!” You swatted at his calves.

Finally noticing his state, “Why are you out of breath?”

“I ran here.”

“For what?” You stood up, worried.

“To tell you…” he wheezed, “that you should probably give it to Rotxo soon.“

“Why?”

“Tsireya told Lo’ak who told me that Rotxo has been sad,” Neteyam answered. “He thinks that you and me might be…”

“Oh Eywa, that’s gross.” You said, not really thinking. At Neteyam’s slight offended look, “Sorry, I just—I can’t think of being with anyone except Rotxo.“

“Then tell him!”

Seeing your friend so riled up made you chuckle. “Alright, I’ll do it today. Thank you, by the way. For covering my duties.”

Strolling back with Neteyam, putting your armband on, you prepared yourself for the worst. Sensing your apprehension, he squeezed your forearm in comfort. You sent him a grateful look and began to scan the place for Rotxo.

He wasn’t far, feeding his ilu just sitting at the edge of the walkway.

“Rotxo,” you called, mirroring his smile as he turned around.

His eyes darted to the new accessory on your arm, gulping.

“Y/N,” he called back. His breath hitched for a moment when you took your place next to him. After all the time apart, being right next to you still felt right. “How are you?”

“I’m—I’m okay. You?”

“Same here,” he pet his ilu.

It was now or never. “I have…something for you.”

He stopped his motions, not even minding when the animal made a noise in complaint. “For me?”

You hoped you weren’t imagining the hope in his eyes when he faced you.

“For you,” you untied it from the waistband of your loincloth, hesitantly extending it to him.

His eyes darted to the one on your forearm.

“It matches yours.”

“It does,” you nodded. You wanted him to connect the pieces himself.

“This is…for me?”

“Do you like it?”

He responded by putting it on, your smile widening. He stood up and offered a hand, which you happily grabbed. He didn’t let go, though, and you’ll admit it made you giddy.

He pulled you toward a direction, “Come, I want to show you something.”

Leading you to his marui, you wondered what could possibly be there for you. Still, you stared at the accessory, the one you made, adorning his arm. It fit snugly around his toned muscles.

He opened the door for you, letting you see the inside. There were necklaces scattered in the corner, but one, different from the others, sat further away separated from the rest. Rotxo took it and even from the doorway you could see its beauty, with the shiny beads and a medium-sized shell at its middle as the focal point.

Despite the distance between you, he heard you say, “Is that…?”

“It’s for you.”

What followed after was you running to him with such force and excitement that he toppled over, tripping over a scrapped necklace, sending you both to the floor with a loud huff.

“Easy,” he rubbed your back, elated at your gesture and also breaking your fall. He tried to calm his heart at how close you were. “Are you okay?”

His voice so close to your ear made you shiver. “With you? Always.”

Rotxo, speechless, let the silence stretch. He relished in the feeling of being surrounded by you.

“Can you put it on me?”

Ignoring the stutter of his heart, “You would have to get off me for that. Not that I mind this right now, trust me.”

You laughed, “Of course.” You did as he said, and kneeled next to him, as he did the same.

He chose to put it on you face-to-face, leaning in close with his arms around you, his breath against your neck as he felt for the clasp to secure it.

Pulling back to look at it, he couldn’t help but flit his eyes to your reaction. But you weren’t looking at the necklace, either. You were looking at him.

Before you knew it, you found the feeling of his soft lips on yours to be the only thing you needed for peace of mind. You wanted it forever, as did he.

And just like that, both lovers became the loved. The feeling mutual, the bond strengthened. It was real.

[tonowarii]

"Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to."

rotxo x fem! metkayina! reader

requested?: yes | no

wc: 1.1k

warning/s: angst at first, best friends to lovers, fluff

note: all thanks and inspiration goes to my bestie @sageislostinspring, rotxo needs more love!

gif is not mine, credits to the owner!

Rotxo and you had became entangled in each others lives since you were both five years old, you didn’t know- or perhaps forgotten on how it happened, but you were glad it did.

How could you not be? Rotxo was a kind, caring, and overall, a sweet boy. Of all the times you've spent together he could read you like a damn book just from a micro change in your expression.

Sometimes you would tell him a random fact about yourself; favourite flower would just slip past your mouth, then weeks later he comes back from his training carrying the exact description of the flower you had told him, saying it made him think of you.

It was endearing, but you had liked to think his actions were nothing more than him being a good best friend. That was it, nothing more, nothing less.

But as you grew into teenagers, then came in the changes.

At first you had found yourself thinking of him more than usual, when you'd get a glimpse of him you automatically had a smile on your face on the way to greet him. Not just that, you admired him more, finding ways to slip compliments in your conversations.

You found yourself making ways to just hang out with him whenever he was free, since he was officially a free-diver and a hunter now.

Every time you sat beside one another- engaged in conversation, every brush of his hand or even his thigh on your skin would send your heart into a frenzy.

It left you forcing yourself to act normal on the outside when in fact you had just realized what it was; you had fallen in love with your best friend.

You had a good streak of keeping your feelings towards him, denying it at first, but now you’ve come through a whopping 6 months.

Overtime you heard the chatter around you, the young men were bound to find mates already. There were many fine young men in the clan, some had already chosen, some are yet to choose.

Like Rotxo.

Funny enough, that was the one topic you never bought up to him. Love.

Now you had cursed yourself into the habit of thinking what it would be like if you were with him- if you were together- or even sometimes married, daily. It would come in little scenarios that would send your cheeks darkening and fighting a wide smile on your face.

Sure, back then you remembered joking back then as kids that you two would marry the other since no one understood the other best than them.

But that was in the past, things change whether we like it to or not. Every time you find Rotxo greeting other girls, it left a sting in your heart.

Of course, few of the Metkayina had also fancied you, but no one had your heart quite like Rotxo did.

The only one you ever told your feelings about Rotxo was Tsireya, Aonung’s sister and Rotxo’s other best friend.

Tsireya was happy when she had found out you had harboured feelings for the young hunter, but you were quick to shut it down, saying that she probably shouldn’t be too loud and that he might not even see you in that way.

But as time ran, you almost found yourself running out of patience on dealing with your feelings that you just wanted to explode. Rotxo noticed your change in behaviour, prompting you to ignore him often than you liked.

This saddened him of course, but he never prodded, he only gave you time to come to him yourself.

And there came a time when you finally did- exploding.

It was in the night when you had made up your mind, you were finally going to tell him how you felt, and you were going to take his answer like a champ, whether good or bad.

But now as you stared at him as you just explained how you felt all these years, adding on how you’ve just been waiting for him to make a move while you kept on giving him signs- he still didn’t.

But that was just because Rotxo had also been thinking of the opposite of your actions, just actions of a best friend that he too had fallen in love with.

Yes, he tried talking to other girls to get rid of his thoughts of you at first, but it only worsened as he hated how it felt- it felt like he was cheating on you when the two of you weren’t even together! It’s crazy right?

So, hearing the words that came out of your mouth stunned him, leading him to stare at you in a dumbfounded manner, eyes wide, mouth agape.

You had feared you had already taken a spear through your friendship, tearing it apart as it also began to pierce through your heart.

Gulping, you tried to fight back down the tears of embarrassment, he was about to reject you and you just had made a fool of yourself in giving him this opportunity.

In an attempt to fix whatever debris of friendship you had left, you spoke.

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to."

You spoke, voice cracking. You wanted him to let you down once and for all, but your heart also ached for his comfort. It was maddening.

Rotxo loads for a moment, slapping himself mentally as he realized he was just staring at you that had you taking it the wrong way.

“What are you talking about?” He asked- okay that was a little too stupid.

“I never should’ve expected that we could’ve been something more- it was very dumb of me, I’m sorry.”

No, no you were not dumb, to him, he himself was the one who was dumb in not catching up on your signs sooner, but now as you stood in front of each other, electricity sparked in his veins as he shook his head, grin on his face as he grabs both youf wrist, pulling you to him.

“You are not dumb, (Y/N)! I have been in love with you for the longest time! I’m the one who’s dumb considering I haven’t noticed your hints before! But now, no hints or any other bullshit- I know I love you. I’m sorry for taking too long.”

A fresh wave of tears rolled down your cheeks, but this time it was joy, a dream come true.

Rotxo move his other hand to cup your cheek, wiping your tears.

“What?” You replied, taken aback by his confession, thinking you had made if all up.

He chuckles, face coming closer to nudge his forehead against yours.

“I said let’s be dumb together,” He joked, but in his next line his voice softens as he pulls his face away, looking at you.

“I’m in love with you too.”

[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

[ang3lik]

Hello!! Could we possibly get a Roxto x tattoo artist Reader giving Roxto his first tattoos after he completes his rite of passage? I think that would be so cute!! <33

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲

#pairing:: implied rotxo x fem!reader. #w/c:: 549. #na’vi translations:: mawey (calm), irayo (thank you), nìprrte’ (my pleasure).

rotxo, a new warrior of the metkayina clan, the boy who had just recently completed his iknimaya, the rite of passage into adulthood.

everybody had cheered as he stood in the ocean, water lapping around his waist as he cheered, proud of himself of taming his skim wig. you stood in the crowd too, applauding and chanting his name along with your friends as he got closer, hugging all his friends and yourself.

eventually as he has spoke with the olo’eyktan and tsahìk, who had congratulated him on completing his iknimaya, he had chosen his best friend ao’nung to accompany him in receiving his first tattoo. as you arrived in your marui, a small wooden table had been placed in there by mbira, a small bowl of ink and a pricker.

you giggled as ao’nung patted his friend on the back, looking to rotxo to tell him he could lay on the mat. he tried to calm himself down, as he lay down, giddy to receive his first tattoo but nervous. you kneeled next to him, ao’nung kneeling on the opposite side as you wiped his chest from any spare sea water, placing your hand gently on his chest, helping him to calm himself, whispering “mawey, rotxo, mawey.”

he closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, inhaling deep breaths of the air and slowly letting it go through his mouth. ao’nung watched on remembering the way you had calmed him too when he received his first tattoo. after he had opened his eyes once again, looking at you with confirmation that you could start, you picked up the poker, dipping it in the black ink and stared the intricate design on his chest.

he winced at first, ao’nung snorting in amusement. rotxo glared at him as he tried to distract himself a pice of cloth hanging from the roof flapping around in the windy air. ao’nung had eventually distracted him, telling him of the tattoos that they would receive in the future together.

the process didn’t take too long, only around two hours as you joined in on their chatter occasionally. you leaned back on your ankles looking at your design in wonder and amazement. every time you created one of these tattoos and marked a clan member they always looked completely different to you.

their bodies looking stronger and braver. more warrior like. the two metkayina’s turned to look at you as you smiled sweetly at them. rotxo still lay there, stiff as a stone as you patted his stomach. he lifted his head looking down at the new marking on his body in wonder.

ao’nung started to rant about how good it looked, how cool all of their friends would think it looked and how more girls would fawn over him now. rotxo paid no mind to his words as he only had one girl in mind. the girl who had stuck by him, the girl who he had grew up with, the girl who had been the first to mark his body, you.

he looked to your face to see you sweetly smiling at him. is lips curved up in a soft smile too, a slight nod combined as he thanked you.

“irayo, sweet girl.”

your heart warmed at the familiar nickname.

“nìprrte’, sweet boy.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @gr4veyardg1rl

[hislaevv]

bf ๑ rotxo

note: Rotxo my favorite boy. I literally dream about him all day. This is a tiny 🤏🏼🌝 bit self indulgent. Enjoy.

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Boyfriend Rotxo who gives you backrubs. Seashells in your favorite color remind him of you. Boyfriend Rotxo who collects said seashells. Boyfriend Rotxo who cries with you, even if the matter does not concern him. Boyfriend Rotxo who normally keeps to himself but is more than ready to stand up for you. Boyfriend Rotxo who sniffs you profusely. Boyfriend Rotxo who initially wasn’t a very good cook, but went out of his way to prepare your favorite dish “be honest, is it too salty?”. Boyfriend Rotxo who asks you to fix his hair. Boyfriend Rotxo who absent mindedly strokes his tail when he’s anxious or lying, its a dead give away. Boyfriend Rotxo whose love language is acts of service. Boyfriend Rotxo who watches you fondly while you meet with your spirit sister. Boyfriend Rotxo who turns a deeper shade of turquoise when you rise on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. Boyfriend Rotxo who falls asleep faster when you trace his stripes, it reminds him of when his grandmother used to do it for him as a baby. Boyfriend Rotxo who consults Tsireya about your latest argument (Ao’nung wonders why he never comes to him for advice). Boyfriend Rotxo who fake-proposes with makeshift seaweed rings. Boyfriend Rotxo who uses you as a heater when he’s cold, despite your countless attempts to push him off. Boyfriend Rotxo who shivers and whines at you to come back when you finally shake him off “ma’yawntu please, its freezing”.

[neteyamslovrr]

for lovrr's 2k event🫂:

(i wasn’t sure if we could send two numbers)

rotxo + fluff + 12 + 39 (or just one) 🥹

TALENTED

first 2k event request!! and first rotxo fic AHHHH hope u enjoy bbys

fem!metkayina reader, 600 words <3

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You and Rotxo were never that close as kids. You stuck around with Tsireya while he hung around with Ao’nung. Though as you got older you couldn’t help but feel your eyes constantly drift to the shorter boy.

It wasn’t long till you started to look at him a little longer, think about him a little longer. Your heart fluttered when he chuckled and it felt like your stomach did backflips whenever he talked to you.

A talent you always had as a kid was your artistic side. Whether it was weaving, braiding, or creating little pieces of art, they were always amazing. Something your mother taught you was that if you crushed bark from tree it would form an ink, resulting in you drawing on scraps of wood constantly leaving them littered around your marui.

Rotxo was amazed by your skill. It mesmerised him. Seeing you concentrate, your eyes squinting, and lip sucked into your teeth. He thought you looked stunning. Even as a kid he always found himself drawn to you, he figured it was just because he didn’t spend as much time with you as he did with Ao’nung and Tsireya. Though when he started to catch your eyes with his, he realised that it was because he longed to spend more time with you, something he had been trying endlessly to do.

You tended to sit on the shore, resting against a large tree that had sprouted many eclipses ago. It was a place you found peace, a place you tended to take your crafts and work away. Rotxo always saw you from afar, in his gut he knew he had a little crush on you, what was the harm of acting on it?

He walked behind you, noticing you were scribbling away on a piece of scrap bark. He wished he could see your cute, concentrated face but this way he was seeing your talented work. Getting closer he realised you were drawing a detailed portrait, of him? His heart did flips at the thought of you thinking so much about him to illustrate him.

“Is that a drawing of me?” Rotxo’s quiet voice queried behind you. You let out a loud gasp, jumping up to face him, hiding your drawing behind his back.

You didn’t expect to see him here, you definitely didn’t expect him to see your drawing of him that you had started in a daze of infatuated thoughts.

“No! Noooo. Nope.” Rotxo giggled at you, watching the way your face had turned a deeper shade of blue as a result of his presence. Eywa, you were adorable.

“Show me. Please? You are very talented.”

“Show you what? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Maybe you should see Tsa’hik, you are having delusions. It’s not good, how about you walk there now while I get rid of the drawing that doesn’t exist because you’re getting sick-”

“Your rambling is adorable, you know that right?”

“Shut up! Oh my Eywa you’re making this so embarrassing.” Rotxo tried to hide the huge smile that was covering his face, but you were just so cute.

“Can I see please?”

“No. You were not supposed to know about this.”

“What? That you like to draw my cute face?”

“Shut up!” You hit his shoulder softly, the heat of your embarrassment spreading all over your body as you slowly got the drawing from behind you.

Rotxo took the drawing and gazed at it with wide eyes, you had drawn him perfectly, like you had been staring at his face for years analysing every spec of detail on him. “This is insane. You’re so talented. It’s so good.”

“…Thankyou.” You couldn’t hide the giddy smile on your face as you looked up at the amazed boy.

“Will you show me more of your drawings?”

“Of course I will.”

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[pandorxxx]

People be sleeping on rotxo and sometimes ao'nung too

(For Rotxo)

Ah! Don’t worry, babe. That gives me more time for you. I know you love me, right? mmm baby, those other girls don’t stand a chance, not against you. Can I show my appreciation for you baby? Just lay back, and open your legs for me, juuust like that. Can i…ya know, devour you? let me just taste you, just for a second, I promise! Ohhh y/n, you taste so good. Wait, baby! Can you stay still for me, please? I know, baby but let me finish. Come on, you can take it, right? Be a good girl and take it for me…

[usermakki]

hello lovely! Hope you're well! Maybe I'm interpreting it wrong but I keep thinking about how if tsaheylu is such a comforting bonding action, do you think the na'vi only join during mating or in other cute private moments too? I can't stop thinking about tsaheylu whilst cooking together or just star gazing/cloud watching and soaking in each others existence - how do you think the avatar mens relationships might incorporate tsaheylu into the little moments with their loved ones??????

author’s note ; ANON!!! ARE YOU LIVING INSIDE MY WALLS?? i was Literally thinking about this concept a few days ago.. so like the nerd that i am, i did a Lot of research on this topic and, no joke, i read a ton of official content about na’vi culture and customs; but tsaheylu is only described as a neural connection served to share sensory information between the na’vi, pandora and its’ creatures. but the fun of fandom is that i can make with that whatever i want ;) also, wasn’t in the mood to make a header or post separately :p

pairing: neteyam, lo’ak, tsu’tey, jake, ao’nung, rotxo, tonowari x reader

content ; tsaheylu as a bonding pastime and a form of affection, established relationship + mating bond, afab!pregnant!reader, na’vi!reader, dreamwalker!reader, eyktanay!neteyam, children + parenting, fluff, aged-up!characters, lowercase intended

・・・・・・  ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ

  ﹒ɞ  during meals by virtue of being so busy with his eyktanay duties, the second in command in the clan after his father, neteyam ensures to cherish all of the moments he gets to spend with you, as sparse as they may be. he makes sure to hunt your favorite meats and harvest the tastiest of fruits, with only your satisfaction at the forefront of his mind. whether you choose to have your meals on the communal grounds, or separately, at your marui, or any other place, neteyam aims for your comfort. he will let you accommodate yourself, always giving you some space to sort yourself out—but the moment you sit down alongside him, he's quick and eager, carefully grabbing both of your kuru and performing the connection. neither of you minds whoever is near, as you prepare the food to your liking, all the while sitting so close you feel like one. the physical proximity only intensifies the tsaheylu, it makes your skin prickle with sensitivity, hairs standing on end, only soothed by the warm touch of his hand on your hips, shoulder, and arms. there's no need for talking, aside from quips and short comments regarding his duties, anything else is shared through the bond, picked up by your neural tendrils and felt deep in your being. the food tastes better, your responsibilities are merely distant thoughts, there’s not a single worry in your mind, and all because of him.

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・・・・・・  ʟᴏ'ᴀᴋ

  ﹒ɞ  when cuddling i say that lo'ak performs tsaheylu with you the second most out of all of them. he is an affectionate person by nature, always craving your touch and connection, and the familiarity it brings with it. he enjoys spending all of his free time with you, either in the presence of others or by yourselves, but he prefers to keep the action of bonding just between you two. whether you're unwinding at your marui after a long day, or cuddling into his side at the shore as you watch the sunset, there's no doubt that either of you has reached out to connect your tswin just as you arrived. it is a comforting practice, having you pressed against him as you enjoy the leisure waves of your emotions washing over the both of you. pair that with his physical intimacy, in the form of a gentle stroke of your hair, the faint graze of his fingertips along your skin, his tail playfully flicking at yours, the low murmur of his voice next to your ear, and you're sure to reach nirvana. it's not uncommon for both of you to fall asleep like this, tangled in one another, swayed and lulled into slumber with the only thought in your minds being each other.

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・・・・・・  ᴛꜱᴜ'ᴛᴇʏ

  ﹒ɞ  while performing your chores it took quite some time for your human mind to comprehend the spiritual and physical importance of the kuru to the na'vi. tsu'tey had slowly guided you through the process of bonding with a pa'li and an ikran, patient with the minimal grasp you had over his customs and culture, all the while, you were completely unaware of his desire to bond with you, or of that being a possibility, even. now that you are bonded, he is overtly eager to perform the tsaheylu with you in your day-to-day; of getting to feel all of your emotions, and acquaintance himself with all of your thoughts, desires, and fears. it's exhilarating and domestic in a way you wouldn't ever think capable of being. any time you are at your marui, cleaning, weaving, tsu'tey is always at your side, tswin connected to yours, as he partakes in his own activities. you can feel the shivers along his skin, the itching thought that plagues him, that warm, fluttering feeling whenever he gazes at you. time goes by quickly like that, with neither of you noticing or caring—too enthralled by the intimacy and the distinct softness of your affection for one another, with no need for touch.

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・・・・・・  ᴊᴀᴋᴇ

  ﹒ɞ  while caring for your children parenthood came easy for both you and your mate, it just felt right from the beginning, when you held your firstborn for the first time and everything just clicked into place. jake loves spending time with the kids, and it seems that it's all that you do as of lately—four children are quite a handful, after all. and so, in the middle of all the craziness of your family life, you separate a few moments for yourselves, to be connected and present for one another, through the tsaheylu. be it during a cuddle pile, as your children snore and drool over the both of you, or as you bathe them in a lake one by one, both feeling all the happiness and love doubled through the bond as you watch your kids splash each other and play their small people games. the comfort the action brings is very grounding; a reminder that you're present with each other, as well as present for one another during all the moments of your lives, and your children's. jake loves feeling your emotions through the link, and he never forgets to sit down for a while and watch it all unfold, your bright smile and the gleam in your eyes. it's a special moment between all of his favorite people. 

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・・・・・・  ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ

  ﹒ɞ  as you prepare to sleep sob, sniffle, just thinking about ao'nung sorting out a time for you every night so you can talk over your day and bask in each other's presence <3 he gently takes your hand right as you enter your marui, careful not to drag you abruptly, and leads you toward the hammock so you can sit down to rest your swollen legs. you're accustomed to it by now, reaching for his kuru absentmindedly as he stands over you, spilling every single thought inside his head, while he dries the saltwater from your skin with a cloth—and if you take too long, he'll hastily connect your neural tendrils himself. his yearning to perform tsaheylu with you is adorable, not only because he adores you and always wishes to be tethered to you as one, but he aches to feel the child in your womb, as well. he places his forehead on your belly, speaking to you quietly in between the kisses he pecks over your skin. it is all very delicate and vulnerable, as you can feel all the affection he pours through the link, and it always brings tears to your eyes. that's his way of reaching out and connecting with you, of letting you feel all of the enthusiasm he doesn't outwardly show. 

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・・・・・・  ʀᴏᴛxᴏ

  ﹒ɞ  when weaving and crafting your mate spends a lot of his time weaving and crafting you gifts, pouring much of his love into the craft. and it's no surprise that you're with him in those moments, either lying beside him as he works, or sitting so close to him he sometimes feels the need to ask for some space, or else his hands begin to falter. every time this happens, your tswin are linked, and you peacefully enjoy the quiet as you watch him work. you can feel all his dedication and affection through your connection, and it's all very sweet, as you watch his hands dexterously create something completely dedicated to you. the tsaheylu only strengthens rotxo's words and actions, not that there is any need for it, because he makes it very clear how devoted he is to you and the relationship. so you take the opportunity to let him know, and feel, how much he means to you, and how grateful you are for being so loved and taken care of—by thinking and remembering of all your favorite moments alongside him, so that he can feel all the love and devotion through the link. sometimes you're so intensely invested in this, that rotxo needs to stop weaving from how hard his hands are trembling.

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・・・・・・  ᴛᴏɴᴏᴡᴀʀɪ

  ﹒ɞ  while counseling the clan people tonowari is such a busy man—both of you are, being leaders of your clan and ministering every decision and caring for all of the people. the time you spend together is scarce and it ends too soon; for most, that would be the cause of countless fights and the origin of unhappiness, but your love is strong and you nurture it every day through small, meaningful acts. Any time spent together is an opportunity to be as close and connected to each other as you can. So performing tsaheylu while tending and counseling the clan folk is common, and despite being such an intimate act, not a cause of embarrassment. in fact, being connected while making important decisions has proved to be very effective, as you can feel each other's emotions and thoughts through the tswin as if they were your own—it makes it easy to understand your mate and compromise with him. it makes for a beautiful impression, as you sit side by side in the middle of the dwelling, knees and thighs touching; tonowari expertly soothes and advises a hunter, meanwhile, you tenderly spread healing balm over the wound of another. it is a sentimental form of intimacy, a testimony of the devoted understanding in your relationship. where others see hassle, you and tonowari only see cooperation.

[aonungyou-shit]

Ma Rotxo {Prolouge}

DNI/BYF

Ma Rotxo Masterlist

Pairing: Roxto x Lo'ak Twin Sister! Reader

Synopsis: You are one hard headed. Crass and hard headed warrior. And you gather the attention of a gentle Metkayina boy.

Yes i moved this one over dont worry im working on the story now

To know love was one of the kindest of end games to know. 

Now. You had been standoffish. Crass and sometimes even mean when it came to potential suitors in your clan. Yes you warded off men and women alike. Often telling your parents you never had time for any of that sort. 

It wasn’t like there were many suitors after you. But when they were you chased them off. You were a Warrior and you knew what you wanted. 

You wanted someone who wasn’t a warrior. And unfortunately that's not the type of suitors you would get the attention of. 

Now moving to Awa’atlu was not in the plans. You figured at least moving somewhere different wouldn’t wouldn’t gain you attention. 

Well you weren’t exactly wrong. 

Now the attention you got was picking on you for your weird appearance. Yes you weren’t Metkayina and that was what stood out to most. 

But that didn’t seem to bother you. 

Ao’nung liked to pick on you. And you liked to pick on him back.  You were Mighty, strong alongside many other attributes. And just because he was the Olo’eyktan’s son doesn't mean you aren’t gonna give him his comeuppance . 

Maybe that’s what gained Roxto’s attention. He didn’t see the reason to tease you for how you look or who you are. You were a Warrior just like your older brother Neteyam. And unlike your Twin You were mature, Never seeking trouble. 

Perhaps it was also the fact of how you presented yourself too. Strong. Not gentle and kind how he had known all the metkayina girls to present themselves as. 

And not that there wasn’t anything wrong with that. Growing up with five little sisters and his mother and Grandmother he had learned to respect a strong woman. And maybe that's why he hadn’t pursued anyone at all because of that reason.

The women in his life were always headstrong. Not only his mother and grandmother. But Tsahik as well. It always seemed he was surrounded by those women. And he liked them. 

So by default he liked you. And at first that's all it was. Just admiration. Perhaps thats how all Omatikaya girls were? 

He just knew that when he got to teach with Tsireya and Ao’nung you were a refreshing sigh. 

Kiri was also like you. But also less of you. Sassy, sarcastic and always giving back some bite too. But From what she heard she didn’t seek trouble. Didn’t want to fight like how your brothers did. 

You on the other hand? Scolded your brothers much worse than your mother could. 

Not that he had seen it, But he got to hear it from lo’ak the following day. 

He never got much time to talk to you. And maybe that’s whats puzzling him tonight. 

He was no hunter. No warrior. Just a free diver. But oftentimes being the only man of his family clan. He would go out and hunt some food for his family. 

Not that he was the best. But being friends with Ao’nung had its benefits. Mostly for teaching him how to hunt and throw a spear. 

Tonight his mother noticed his lack of being all there. As was his littlest sister asking him if he could braid her hairs again all pretty like too. 

“Roxto?” 

“Huh? What is it, grandmother?” 

“Are you alright maitan? You seem to have your mind occupied” his mother asked. 

Roxto bit his lip. Looking down at his food before finally speaking. 

“I think of a girl” He admitted making all of them stop their chatter and their shuffling as they all looked at him. 

“Oh Eywa! Mother its happening!” His mother said with a cheerful smile. Clapping his hands together

“What? What’s happening?”

“Oh my boy! You are thinking of a girl! Oh our little Mans thinking of a girl” 

Now Rotxo was a little embarrassed. Sure he’s never thought about a girl as deeply as you. But that didn't really mean anything. 

“Oh no no! Its just. She’s very strong. A mighty warrior and im just a … just a diver. I'm sure even if i did Think about her this way. She would want a mighty Warrior for herself” he excused 

“Why wouldn’t anyone want you Tsmukan?  You’re very nice and you are very strong” His littlest sister comments.

Rotxo could only smile. “Thank you Mi’tik” He said kissing her head before working on doing her hair. 

“Maitan.. Why do you think of this girl if you didnt wish to court her?” 

“I’m sorry Sa’nok  but i think that’s not for me. I got a lot of little gifts to take care of after all” 

His mother watched as he pressed his head of his littlest sister before sharing a look with her own mother. 

“Tsmukan! Do you think you can take us to meet your new girlfriend?” Tamey asked. 

Looking at all his sister’s eyes All little gifts now his greatest pain. 

And he knew he was a sucker for their little eyes that pleaded for them to spend time with him. Groaning he smiled 

“Oh Alright  Alright!” Roxto agreed. 

And unfortunately by the next morning All five little monsters were asking you questions. Making you Finally look at Rotxo for more than just teaching lessons.

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Taglist: 34/34

[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.”

[bonnibuckets]

Love your work!😍Can i have the will to request a Roxto X reader where he feels like he isn’t good enough, kinda like comparing himself to the other guys in the village esspecily Aonung. The muscle mass, their hunting skills, riding ilus. You didnt know at first, because you found him perfect in every way, his smile, his comforting words and touch, his eyes, hes also very good making braclets out off sheels, so he often makes you cute gifts you love so much. One day you find him crying on the other side of the island when you were out picking some fruits to him and yourself, you rush over to him and comfort him, hugging him and stroke his back. You ask what is wrong but he stays quiet clinging himself on you.

But of course er love Roxto so we tell hil that, but he dosen’t fully believe you so you have to show him a few tricks😏✋

*cough… TOP!READER✋

I prob already requested this but i dont remember who i requested it to🤔💭

hello babes! i will write everything up until the smut because rotxo is a teenager in the movies, i’m sorry if that upsets you but i have plenty of other smuts you can read :)

— antics | rotxo

pairings: fem x rotxo

warnings: angst & fluff, mentions of insecurities

synopsis: rotxo compares himself to every guy you come into contact with— even his own best friend ao’nung.

wc: 700+

note: i was unaware this had been requested before to other authors but i assure that this is 100% my work and i was not inspired by anyone else i only took from the text in the request (no hate to anyone though!)

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You can rotxo have been together for quite some time, but that never stopped his overthinking mind. He constantly thought badly of himself unintentionally whenever you were around. He thought you were too good for him and that he didn’t deserve you, his head would fill with horrible thoughts every time you talked to a boy.

He thought his his hunting skills weren’t good, his ability to ride ilus and even physical physique. Rotxo compared himself to his best friend all the time, ao’nung is naturally bigger in muscle mass and that got to him.

He tried to never show this because he knew it was a problem within himself and not anyone else's.

Until one day you were laughing at ao’nung’s stupid jokes and unaware of the pair of eyes on you both. Rotxo clutched the bracelet he made you out of shells and started sobbing as he ran away, he thought he was pathetic and he wanted to crawl in a hole.

He made his way to the beach and he plopped down and hugged his knees as hot tears rolled down his face.

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You waved ao’nung bye to go pick some fruit for rotxo as a little surprise. You hummed as you carefully inspected each fruit with love. You gathered enough in your basket as you walked to find your boyfriend.

You pressed the basket to your hip as you looked around and then you spotted him on the beach. You smiled as your heart starting beating a little faster and your tail swayed.

“Rotxo!” you smiled and waved as he jumped and looked up with teary eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You immediately went to his side and put down the fruit as you cupped his cheeks.

“What’s wrong dear?” you questioned worried. He sniffed and wiped away his tears as he tried to speak with a shaky voice but nothing came out except more tears. Your heart sank and you pulled him into your chest as he clung to you.

You shushed him and scratched his back. “It’s okay darling,” you said kissing the top of his head. His breathing had calmed down a little and he pulled away and you wiped his tears away as he sniffled, “talk to me” you said cupping his cheek.

He looked into your eyes and took a deep breath and exhaled “i’m just scared…that i’m not good enough” he said. Your heart sank even more and you immediately pulled him back into you “no no no” you said holding onto him tightly. “Don’t say that it’s not true” you said into the crook of his neck.

“I know but,” he said pushing you away to talk to you “it’s just i feel…like everyone is better than me, every guy i see you talk to i can’t help but think about how they’re better than me. Even ao’nung is better than me! He knows how to hunt, swim, ride his ilu perfectly, and he is so much stronger than-” you cut him off with a kiss.

“Shush i don’t believe any of that for a second” you smiled with teary eyes “i just can’t imagine a life without you rotxo, you’re amazing and perfect i love everything about you! I love your smile, your laugh, your words, your touch, your eyes everything,” you said chuckling as tears rolled down your face.

Rotxo immediately panicked and wiped away your tears as he cried too “i’m sorry i really am i tried to not let get to me, but thank you” he smiled and held your face “i love everything about you too” you both smiled and pressed your foreheads against one another’s as your tails intertwined.

Rotxo popped up “i completely forgot! I made you a bracelet” he smiled as he showed you a beautiful shell bracelet. “Oh honey” your heart swooned “it must’ve taken you hours,” you said as he put it on you “i love it rotxo” you smiled. “I also got you something but not as good” you chuckled and handed him the basket of fruit and his face lit up immediately.

“Oh my favorite!” he smiled and immediately bit into it smiling like a kid “i’m happy you like it” you giggled and wiped away the juice that got on his cheek. He smiled and swallowed his food before kissing you quickly and going back to eating as you lovingly watched him without a care in the world.

— [fin]

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[vkt0r]

hii, erm─ may I request a Rotxo x sully!reader? Just Rotxo having romantic feelings for the reader who is a very reserved and stoic person. Idk maybe he just gets very confused yet happy when the reader reciprocates his feelings cuz he thought she didn't like him or sum like that? if not then it's fine:)🫶🫶

⌇˚.༄ ❝ no one like you ❞ ── imagine

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֙⋆— synopsis : when rotxo finally confesses his feelings for y/n, he was pleasantly surprised, when they reciprocated them.

⋆— note : thank you for the request, love it !! <3

⋆— pairing : rotxo / gn!sully!reader

⋆— word count : 579

⋆— warnings : fluff, ooc, not proofread

It was a day like any other. You were walking trough the jungle, stumbling over brachnes and stones. You and your family have been here since a few months now, adapting pretty good to the reef.

You still got mean comments from some of the Metkayina people, especially Ao'nung and his little friend group, though it got better with the time. There was also Rotxo, a boy your age, who was the best friend of Ao'nung.

He was never mean to you, always looking out for you and making conversation when you were alone. It was nice, since there weren't many people who talked to you, except your family and Tsireya.

"Come closer, look!" You stepped near Rotxo, trying to be careful, as to not wake the sleeping creature that laid in the sun, sleeping soundly.

This morning, you were greeted by an energic Rotxo, who said something of the lines of "there's something in need to show you", "it's very important", "you will love it"

You didn't thought much of it, since the boy never did anything to harm you and you trusted him the most from the people in this clan.

"What is this?" The boy next to you gave you a grin, then turned around to the animal. "I don't know, we've never seen it before," he said, grabbing your hand to pull the both of you a little closer. "It's been here for a while now. We're still trying to figure out where it's from." You shrugged your shoulders, watching as the creature moved in his sleep. Probably dreamt of something.

"We should go back now, the sun is setting." Rotxo nodded and you both stepped back and followed the way to the village. The walk was quiet, none of you talked. It was always comfortable with him, even if you rarely talked.

"Woah, careful there!" Before you could kiss the ground, Rotxo held you by the waist to prevent your fall. Damn, always these stupid stones on the way.

Realizing the position you were in, you immediately stood up straight and waved his hands from your body. You felt blood rush to your cheeks out of embarrassment. Rotxo coughed a little bit, hiding his face behind his arm.

"Sorry, I wasn't caref-", "NO! No, it was my fault..." he did it again. Always blaming himself to save you from discomfort. You found it weird, he always did that. But just with you, never with any of your siblings.

"Um, now that I think about... there's actually something I need to tell you.."

You always hated it when someone said this. It was mostly always bad, so you prepared yourself for bad news.

"Go on." Rotxo cleared his throat, before he took your hands in his. The gesture made your heart stop a beat, but you tried not to show how nervous you were.

"So... I wanted to tell you this for a while now," listening carefully, you mindlessly began to play with his fingers.

"Uhh, I like you. Like, like like you! I know, it sounds weird but-" "I like you too." You interrupted the boy, who glanced up at you in surprise.

"Wait, really?!" You nodded and pulled him closer, to kiss him on the cheek. When you made some distance between you, you could see the big smile that spread on his face.

"W-wow, I've never met someone like you before, you know. You're very special to me." Rotxo confessed.

It made your heart flutter.

©2023, vkt0r

[inlovewithpandora]

I hope I'm not bothering u or anything, I noticed u were still taking request(?) I was gonna ask if u could maybe create a story for Roxto x y/n , where she's feeling insecure about herself and she decides to tell him after keeping it in for too long and so he gives her some kisses to make her feel better?

Just a small lil fluff <3 and if ur able to do it thanks !

Have a great day! ☆

Thank you for this request Anon💗! I hope this meets your expectations!

And yes I’m still taking requests so if you have one leave them here and your not bothering me at all i love creating these stories for you guys💗!

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- Inadequate -

Pairing: Rotxo x insecure! Sully Omatikaya fem! reader

Both characters are 18!

Warnings: insecurities, slight angst(but not really), fluff

Word Count: 1,425

Authors Note: please excuse any mistakes

You and your family have been living among the metkiyana for a while now. You've been adapting to this new way of life and you've had your eye on someone ever since you came, Rotxo.

You loved everything about him from his black curly hair to how his smile always lit up the room he entered. You and him have been inseparable since your feet touched the tan-colored sand of Awa'atlu.

He adored you so much. To him, you were the most beautiful girl Eywa planted on Pandora. But to you, you felt like you weren't pretty. You felt like an oddball when it came to beauty. You felt like the other Metkiyana girls were ten times prettier than you. Every time you were around the other village girls they made you feel so small, almost like you were invisible. You felt like your appearance was inadequate.

Every time Rotxo would give you a compliment about how beautiful you looked, it just went in one ear and out the other. You just couldn't receive his words of affection because you didn't believe in them. You didn't believe that his words were true.

Every time you looked at your reflection in the crystal blue waters you just felt like you were unattractive. You didn't understand what Rotxo saw in you, you didn't know why he thought you were beautiful when you just felt so ugly.

As you sat in the mauri that you lived in by yourself you looked out your window and saw a tall palm tree swaying in the wind, you walk over to the window and opened it slightly so you could feel the wind glide against your cerulean-colored skin. As you let the breeze hit your skin you heard voices walking past your pod

"Who do you think is the best-looking girl in the village?"

"Definitely Tsireya, I would tap that anytime" one of the boys said which made you roll your eyes

"You know her and Lo'ak are together man"

"I know" the boy said with a sigh

"Anyway have you seen his sister Y/N she is just so..." the boy couldn't even get his words out so his friend decided to finish his sentence

"Ugly right?! She doesn't look half as good as the other girls around here. I don't see why Rotxo likes her when he can have a normal metkiyana girl and not some girl filled with demon blood"

The boys continued talking and laughing about you which made your ears fall flat and your tail curl up and wrapped around your leg. You knew that your appearance wasn't appealing but hearing those same words fall from someone else's lips made saltine tears cloud your vision.

As you cried, Rotxo was walking towards your pod. As he walked through the entryway of your mauri he heard light sniffles. As he walked deeper into the mauri he saw you standing near the window as tears flowed down your face.

"what's wrong baby? Are you okay?" He asked you as he wrapped his arms around your torso and put his head in the crook of your neck

"I-It's nothing Rotxo" you told him as you hurried and wiped the tears off your face so he couldn't see them

"No baby I can tell something is wrong talk to me" he said sincerely trying to figure out what was causing you to feel unhappy

As a response you just shook your head, you didn't want to tell him know about your insecurities. You didn't want him to know that you were self-conscious and that you felt so inadequate.

"I don't want to talk about it Rotxo" you told him sternly which caused Rotxo to step back from you and sit down on your makeshift bed

"Okay, that's fine just come sit down with me beautiful. I love this top on you it's so pretty" Rotxo told you as he pulled you onto his lap and began to rub his hands on your thighs

As he complimented you and showed you affection it only made you angry, angry for reasons you didn't fully understand.

"Stop Rotxo" you mumbled softly but he still heard you

"Stop what?"

"Stop complimenting me" You told him as you felt a mixture of anger and sadness stir up inside of you

"What do you mean Y/N? Your beautiful and I want you to know that" he told you as he planted wet kisses on your neck

"STOP ROTXO OKAY?! JUST STOP!” You yelled at him as you stood up abruptly and brushed his hands off of you

Rotxo didn't understand why you were so angry, he didn't know why you lashed out at him so suddenly.

"Stop lying to me Rotxo! Ju-just stop lying to me!" You told him as hot tears ran down your face

"What are you talking about Y/N?! I've never lied to you!"

"Yes, you have! All these compliments, t-telling me I'm beautiful, always kissing me and showing me all this affection, just stop Rotxo! I know that I'm unattractive! I know that I'm weird because of my demon blood and I'm nothing compared to the other girls here. Why do you even like me?! Why do you want to be with me so badly?! Huh?!"

As you were talking all of your built-up emotions were overflowing and running out of you like a waterfall. You didn't want to tell him all of this, you didn't want him to know your deepest insecurities but it was too late now. You were already spilling your heart out to him.

"Is it because this is some type of joke?! Are you doing this because you feel pity for me and my family?! I don't understand why you think I'm beautiful when I just feel so ugly?!"

As those words rolled off your tongue Rotxo just stood there like a dear in headlights. He didn't understand where all this anger came from, but hearing you say all those words about yourself made him feel so crestfallen.

"I-I I just feel ugly Rotxo so ugly. Every time I see my reflection my stomach churns, and my body fills with disgust. I hate my skinny tail, my huge eyes, my frail body, I just hate everything about myself and I don't know why you like me Rotxo. I don’t know why you would want me when I look like this" you told him as your eyes were stinging from crying and your heart was throbbing from doing the one thing you told yourself you wouldn’t do which was tell Rotxo how you truly felt.

You looked at Rotxo and saw him just standing there in front of you with a glaze of sadness in his eyes. As you looked at his twisted face you immediately regretted telling him all of those things “R-Rotxo I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean to lash out at you, I shouldn’t have do-”

Rotxo walked up to you and began to shush you, “You’ve been holding that in for a long time haven’t you?” He asked you as he caressed your cheeks and wiped the tears off of your face

You just nodded your head in response because you didn’t want anything else embarrassing to fall out of your mouth

“Y/N the reason I like you is because of your laugh, your kind heart, the way you treat me, and how you truly see me. Your not ugly baby and I don’t want those words to ever fall off your lips ever again.”

He leaned your head down and kissed you on your forehead, “You are beautiful *kiss* pretty *kiss* gorgeous *kiss* and the sexiest na’vi I’ve ever laid eyes on. No girl has ever made me feel the way you do.” Every time he gave you a compliment he planted a kiss on a different area of your face

He then moved down and planted kisses on your neck and collarbone. He wanted to show you his affection through his body language, he needed to show you that his words were true.

As he did this you finally were able to believe his words. He made you see that you were beautiful. He showed you that you were pretty even if you couldn’t see it.

“Your beautiful Y/N okay? You are beautiful and I love everything single thing about you. I see you Y/N” Rotxo told you as his eyes were filled with love for you

“I see you Rotxo” you told him as you cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss

At this moment you felt so much love, you were so glad that you told Rotxo your true feelings and that he didn’t dismiss them and instead he reassured you that you were beautiful.

You were so grateful for Rotxo.

You were so thankful that Eywa brought you two together.

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[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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