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₊˚ʚ ᗢ. ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴛ. ꜰɪᴠᴇ ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

aka, my favourite chapter (may Eywa bless these two pour souls)

the unfortunate pair: ao’nung x fem! sully! reader

chapter summary: going on your first date with a pompous ass-frog! aren’t you excited? absolutely nothing wrong could happen today.

warnings: sudden thoughts of death (giving barbie), two idiots realising they’re in love

word count: 2.9k

You screwed up big time.

“Did you take drugs or something?” Kiri looked at you incredulously as you sat there sheepishly on the hammock of the marui, echoing your thoughts and putting them out for the world to hear.

You paused before answering, “No, but thank you." to which Kiri rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

It was the day after the sleepover, which meant…your date was today. It was seriously happening. You chose to confide in your one and only sister (that wouldn’t tattletale to your parents) about the events that conspired while you and Ao’nung were out of the tent last night.

“You kissed Ao’nung? Seriously? Him?” Kiri bent her body forwards, as if expecting you to tell her she heard wrong. “You must’ve hit your head.”

“...I don’t feel very comfortable right now, guys.” Norm half-whispered from right beside you with tweezers in his hands, about to take your DNA for processing in the lab.

“It’s all good Norm, just, keep on doing your thing- OW! Shit! What was that??” you jumped, feeling a sharp stab on your finger.

“What? You told me to do my thing.” Norm shrugged, placing a vial of your blood into a neat tray by his feet.

“I thought you were going to take hair, or something, with the tweezers???”

Apparently, Norm and Max were trying out remedies using the flora of Pandora. They suspected that if there was going to be a cure for anything, it would have to come from the Great Mother herself.

“Anyways, Norm, buddy,” Kiri smiled a little too widely, making him slow his movements. “We appreciate you keeping our little talk a secret.”

“Little talk? You mean..all that about…” he lowered his voice to a hushed tone, “the kiss?”

You both nodded at the same time.

“Mhm, I really appreciate you not telling our parents anything about that,” you smiled, tilting your head to the side. It was a perfectly genuine smile, but your tone? His lips were sealed.

“Attaboy!” Tonowari slapped Ao’nung on the back harshly, making him choke on his food.

Tsireya had spilled the beans to their parents about Ao’nung’s date with you that was happening within the next hour, despite his insistence to keep her mouth shut.

Luckily for Ao’nung, Ronal wasn’t present, as she had more pressing matters to attend to.

“But remember, I do not permit you kissing her on the first date. It’s much too early for that, son.” Tonowari said while preoccupied with his food, unnoticing how Ao’nung nearly spewed his drink all over the floor at his words.

Tsireya narrowed her eyes at her brother’s reaction, slapping her hand over her now agape mouth as she realised what was going on.

Slowly, she looked up at Ao’nung, who was looking back at his little sister with an equally horrified expression.

“I..have something urgent I need to take care of, please excuse me-” she stood up, scurrying away and out of the marui, turning into a full sprint into the direction of the Sully’s marui.

“Sorry dad, I also have something to do- which I completely forgot about, but as long as I get to it now I’ll be fine, so sorry again dad have a great rest of your day!” Ao’nung quickly followed Tsireya in fear of what she was going to do and who she was going to tell, leaving their father in the marui alone.

He sighed and shook his head, taking their food and dumping it into his own bowl.

“Kids these days..”

Ao’nung raced to the seashore, looking for any sign of his little sister gone rogue, feet kicking the sand wildly into the air. In the far distance of the sea, he only saw various other metkayina going on about their day, and Neteyam and Lo’ak on their ilus.

They were talking to someone who wasn’t on an ilu, it seemed.

His heart skipped a beat as he wondered if it was you, and he craned his head upwards, shielding his eyes from the light to take a look at the na’vi submerged in the water.

Curly hair….definitely a girl…teal skin???

Hold on.

That wasn’t you, that was Tsireya.

He was about to go swim towards them, taking a few steps into the warm water.

…But that was before he saw Neteyam racing towards the shore on his ilu, eyes wide but he was scowling like Ao’nung had just cut all his hair off.

If looks could kill, Ao’nung would’ve dropped dead at that moment, and there would be none of him left to mourn.

Now, he was sprinting as fast as he could in the opposite direction, Neteyam and Lo’ak hot on his tail.

“I’M GOING TO INVERT YOUR RIBCAGE!” were the last words Ao’nung heard before his world went black. (jk he’s fine)

“Hey ugly frogboy!” you smirked, waving the frogboy in question over to the rock you sat on.

You watched as he swam through the surface of the water, rolling his eyes to signify his clear irritation. You couldn’t help but look at the small droplets of water still retained in his curls from being in the water all day. Then your mind slowly turned to focus on his…everything.

Then it wandered off into entirely different places, like how humans covered themselves up entirely with cloth. Why did they do that? Perhaps it was a thing of religion. But did they not feel hot during the summers they talked about so much in the novels you read?

“You are aware I don’t know what that word means, right?” he said gruffly, hoisting himself onto the rock, water pooling by his feet with each step he took towards you.

You were half expecting him to sit down next to you, but of course he wouldn’t. His pride was too great for that. His shadow was cast over you, protecting you from the shining daylight that was making your face flush.

“Yeah, I just don’t really care,” you pushed yourself up, not willing to have him look down on you any longer. It didn’t really help though, as you still had to look up at him because of the painful height difference.

But this time was different. Instead of his looking down on you like you were the bane of his existence, eyes squinting and lips pushed up into a scowl, he let his head hang down low to meet the angle of yours. He usually looked up and past you, acting as if you weren’t there.

But this time, this time his irises were fixed on yours, combined with a smile you never usually saw on his face before made your stomach pit. It wasn’t in a bad way, though.

Why was he looking at you like that? What’s up with that smile? Why is his body language so..open, now? What changed? You weren't sentimental, but there was something about the way he looked at you that made a spongy tenderness push down on your chest, knocking the air out of it.

No.

You didn’t entirely understand it at the time, but that was the only word your mind came up with. You didn’t want this. You can’t get attached. He’s just here to help you complete your silly little bucket list before you die. Not another person to be sad about when you’re crying on your deathbed.

You ripped your eyes away from his, walking past him and into the cold ocean, getting ready to swim whenever.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he voiced out from behind you. Involuntarily, you froze. The bastard probably wasn’t aware of the shivers sent down your spine as he said those words, shivers which you desperately tried to ignore.

Perhaps this whole date thing was a big mistake. You could’ve asked Rotxo out in front of everyone instead of him, couldn’t you? The horrified look on Ao’nung’s face would be equally as satisfying to see as the look on his face when you asked him, would it not?

“You can’t be swimming anywhere. I won’t allow you to. We can’t have you passing out on me again like last time, princess.”

The words spilled out of him like he’d said it to dozens of other girls in the past.

Princess.

You turned around when he said that, eyes wide, staring straight at him, but he made no move.

“I’m not weak.”

He shrugged. “I know. But you wouldn’t want anything getting in the way of our lovely date that you so desperately begged me for, right?”

You deadpanned, turning your head back around and attempting to walk deeper into the water, ignoring the goosebumps spread throughout your body as the cold engulfed your thighs. Dammit, why’d it have to be windy?

Your eyes rolled on their own out of pure reflex hearing him walk towards you, his footsteps emphasised by the sound of splashing water.

“There’s nothing you can do to stop m–”

His arms were wrapped around your abdomen, right below your chest. He bent down and laid his head sideways on the spot on your back between the shoulders, as if he were begging you not to leave. His body wasn’t pressing up against yours, rather a quite a bit of space was placed between you two.

(haha u thought i was gonna continue that scene? in ur dreams)

“So all you have to do is try and get three of those symbols in a row, and the first one to do that wins,” you gestured towards the grid you marked out in the sand, sitting cross legged in front of a confused Ao’nung.

“..Seems easy enough.” he squinted as he peered at the grid, no doubt in his mind he was wondering how sky people invented these sorts of games.

You drew your first circle.

Then he crossed out an X.

The pattern repeated, until you trapped him skillfully, leaving him no choice but to let you win.

“What the- How’d you do that?” he frowned, much to your pleasure.

“Well, a master tic-tac-toer doesn’t share their secrets!” you grinned, secretly uncertain how this buffoon was the next chief of the Metkayina.

To you, this was child’s play. To him, it’s like he’d started learning new war tactics from a space alien (not entirely false).

“I demand a rematch!” he huffed, redrawing the grid on the sand with his finger.

“Fine, but don’t get all sulky when I keep winning.”

You’ve probably played tic-tac-toe like, 50 times in a row by now. It was getting boring, but the look on his face after you managed to win again and again and again was so worth it.

He groaned after he saw he’d been defeated for the umpteenth time, covering his face in absolute shame. “I’m a disappointment to my family.” he muttered between his hands.

“Pff–” you slapped your hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from plundering his ego further, but it was too late, he was now glaring at your expression.

“I demand a rema–”

“Oh my goodness, just stop it!” you complained, but your playful smirk never left your face. “You lost like a hundred times, get over it! Why do you keep insisting on replaying even though you know you’re gonna keep losing?”

He shut his mouth, looking sideways downcast at the sand. Because I like seeing your smile whenever you win.

But over his dead body would he tell you that. Or admit to himself he just thought that.

Tell her something, anything! Just stop looking so depressed! She’s gonna think you’re lame! A sore loser! Shit, shit come up with something you stupid idiot!

You stared at him with your eyebrows furrowed. He was fidgeting with his fingers, still staring at that particular patch of sand. The gentle breeze was blowing to your left, towards the village, and you kind of considered taking him there to his mother’s tent in case they had treatment for the crisis he looked like he was having.

Had you not been staring at other things during the awkward moment of silence that fell over you two, you would’ve noticed the slight blush of purple tingeing the tips of his ears as he looked down at your fingers absentmindedly tracing over the sand.

How would your fingers feel tracing the stripes on his back?

Wait, what?

WHAT?

No because that’s like the most embarrassing and weird and totally nasty thing he’s ever thought of. WHAT.

You- He- You both- what- WHAT-

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He took a deep breath in to steady himself, silently praying to Eywa so that you wouldn’t notice how purple he was in the face.

He liked you.

He liked you a lot.

I mean, that was obvious. He kissed you. But like, kissing someone doesn’t mean you AUTOMATICALLY like them right.

As he made up a million excuses for his behaviour inside his mind, you were having thoughts the total opposite to his.

You wondered how he’d react to the news of your death.

Tsireya knew, Lo’ak told her while he was being all emo (rightfully though).

Ronal knew.

Tonowari was to know..maybe today? You didn’t bother about the details; whatever was to happen would happen.

But the problem is, you were having second thoughts about…this whole situation.

You got your date. That’s the only thing you wanted right?

Could this count as…manipulation???

Okay, it totally does. Kissing some guy and then taking him out on a date when your life is in great peril and not letting him know that your life is in great peril totally counts as manipulation.

Oh my god. What if he actually catches feelings for you??

Oh my god. What if YOU catch feelings for HIM??

You looked at him again as he stared deeply into nothing, his eyes looking past you. Or rather, perhaps they were looking at you before, but he looked away once you looked at him.

“...cute.” you whispered absent-mindedly.

“What?” he responded, making your eyes go half an inch wider.

“I said you look like a sack of shit.”

“Oh.” he huffed, looking down at the sand.

You looked at him incredulously. What? No comeback? No insult? No ‘screw you’?

Suddenly, you felt something weigh down on your chest.

Everything around you felt so much more real.

The millions of grains of sand beneath your legs, some caught in between your toes, and the crisp breeze blowing softly around your neck like a wisp.

You, sitting here with him.

The countdown on your life.

You clenched your right hand as you reached out your left, drawing a new tic-tac-toe board on the dry, soft particles of sand.

As the two of you resumed playing, you struggled to actually accept the reality of it all.

You were going to die. (if Norm and Max didn’t find a cure).

How would it feel?

How would your family do without you?

You were in some sort of state of denial before this moment.

And now you had the unsuppressable urge you supposed your human ancestors did.

To forget.

As the morning light spilled into the marui of the olo’eyktan’s family, one boy in particular hadn’t been able to sleep peacefully.

His mind raced with the flashes of the memories of the date you two had, his face and ears shade of deep periwinkle.

He turned on his side to face the woven walls of his home, one hand clasped over the other as he laid deep in thought.

The look on your face when you two danced in tandem.

The creases of your smile when you played truth or dare.

The tenderness in your voice when you had conversations with your family.

You.

Forget a ‘crush’.

The man was, undeniably, irrevocably, undoubtedly, indubitably,

in love with you.

And he struggled to figure out why.

“Brother! Get up!” Tsireya’s voice suddenly connected through his brain, causing him to fall off his hammock with a large thud.

“Eywa, recently you’ve been so much harder to wake up.” she sighed to herself, crossing her arms as she looked down at the amusing sight of her older brother on the floor.

To her surprise, he didn’t respond, instead slowly rising from the floor, subtly trying to hide the blush on his face from his sister (who can read him like a children’s book).

She gasped dramatically, causing him to take a few groggy steps back in fright. “You looooveee her, don’t you!” she teased, her eyes, usually big and sweet, now narrowed into those of a mischievous cat.

He looked at her in horror. HOW DID SHE KNOW. (bro the whole village knows atp its not like ur trying 2 hide it)

“You must be delusional.” he said after taking a few seconds to compose himself. He put on this air of.. “superiority.”

“There’s no way I’d like someone like her.” he sneered, trying to convince himself that you were super ugly and totally not his type and totally doesn’t make him kick his feet giggling silently in the middle of the night whenever he thinks about you and the banter you share.

She rolled her eyes, seeing straight through his…can you even call those ‘lies’? “Right…well she definitely likes you, you know. You should be more considerate,” her voice dropped into a soft whisper, “...with her situation.”

At that, he blinked away his morning sleepiness. “What? What situation?” he asked genuinely, looking into Tsireya’s now widened eyes.

She froze, realising what she just said.

The marui was empty, just them two. In that moment, it felt like the winds stopped moving, everything remaining static except for the two siblings.

The slightly horrified look on her face made his heart drop.

He stepped towards her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

“Tsireya.”

“What situation?”

omfg, feels so good to be back writing, idk why it took so long since my announcement probs just because things have been really busy in my life lately, but i hope u guys enjoy <3 sorry if the story seems a little disconnected, its just been a while since i’ve written this whole thing haha

as always, (i love writing this part), I appreciate you all so muchh, tysm for the support on the series both on this account and my wattpad account. Please stay tuned for the rest 💗

much loved, lorre.

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