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YAWNETU

CHAPTER 9

Tonowari x Ronal x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: With her arrival in Awa’atlu, reader seeks to find a sanctuary for her family, one that she may find in two particular individuals

Warnings: Mentions war, Pregnancy, Mean dad

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: thank you for those who have been patient with me! I know i abandoned you all for a bit but here’s chapter 9, i might rewrite it since the first bit seems a bit rushed but let me know what you guys think!

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The Metkayina pair became good mates for her, they were understanding, loving, protective, everything she had ever hoped for in the past, a dream she once had that now became a reality.

Tonowari hunted for the rarest of pearls outside the reef and crafted pretty necklaces and beaded tops for his new wife, his love was more physical, he enjoyed creating new clothes and loved decorating ___’s hair with small shells and sea glass, his wives only deserved the best after all.

Ronal showed her loved in different ways though, she cooked for the growing family, took care of any wounds, accompanied ___ wherever she went and taught her all she knew about being a Tsahík in hopes that she can learn and become one herself in the future.

Together the three thrived and eventually moved into one large marui with the perfect view of the sunset and sunrise each and every day. The house had much more space for their children too, who were all growing as the years went on, there were even new additions to the family, such as Tsireya, their first daughter and Ronal’s second born.

___ often thought about having more children, but birthing twins, especially in the circumstance she was in, was enough to put her off for a while. But with her new happy family, she continues to ponder what it would be like, she now lives in a more stable environment with mates who adore her and her boys so it was only right for her to think.

“Yawnetu, what is on your mind?”

Tonowari glanced up from the net he was weaving, cocking his head to the side and blinking, usually at this time of the day his wife would be chattering away about what she has been up to while he was hunting, but alas he was met with silence most of the evening. It was obvious something else took up her thoughts, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Snapping her head towards her husband, a purple hue took over ___’s pretty face “I am sorry, what was it you said? I was not paying attention”

Tonowari chuckled and put down the unfinished net, getting on his hands and feet and shuffling quickly next to her, cupping her face. “I know you were not, that is why I asked what you were thinking of” he leaned in and brushed his nose against hers, foreheads connecting.

___’s slightly larger ears twitched at his words, eyes widening, should she tell him?

Just as she was about to open her mouth loud shouting echoed from outside the marui, interrupting the couple peace. Tonowari leaned back and sighed, eyes closing and a hand coming to rub his temple, what could be causing such a racket late into the evening?

As the shouting drew closer it was clear to make out the voices and words, the concern that once appeared in ___’s yellow orbs died down into amusement.

“No! That is mine! I will tell sa’nu!”

“She will agree with me anyway, you must share! It is not fair you get to have this all day!” Two young na’vi scrambled into the hut, bickering and sticking tongues out at each other. One held an akula toy made out of mangrove wood, waving it around like a prize he had won. “Sa’nu! Tell this skxawng to share!”

Syatxì pouted at his greener brother, glaring daggers into bluer eyes, his yellow gaze fell onto his mother who hid a laugh behind her hand, frowning even more at the lack of help. “Mama, tell him off!” he pointed a finger at Ao’nung who stuck his tongue out once more.

“Now why must your mother solve all of your problems?” Tonowari stood up and crossed his arms, analysing his sons who quickly stood to attention. “You two are warriors are you not?”

“Srane!”

“Then you must fight your own battles. Your mother should not be doing so, instead of her looking after you, you must look after her” the boys were fast to nod intently, taking in the words like it was a quest they must complete, and in a way it was. “Warriors do not depend on the fight of others, you must think for yourselves, what would better the situation -“

“Tonowari” Another figure emerged from the entrance to their home, walking inside with the steps of a leader, behind her skipped in another two smaller figures, peaking out between the Tsahìk’s legs. “Must you do this now?” Ronal huffed and placed a few bowls down, squatting by her pile of herbs and sifting through them.

“Ronal, they need to learn”

“And they will, husband” the woman glanced up and offered a small smile, “in due time” she then moved to sit next to her wife, cupping the back of her head as an intimate gesture.

___ patted the space between her legs to offer her daughter a place to sit as the family talked, quickly getting to work adjusting her thick hair “my sons, fighting is not the answer. Sharing is what we do as a family, and Ao’nung, do not call your brother names”

It was Ao’nung’s turn to pout as his counterpart cackled in his face, snatching the akula toy and running away. “Hey!”

Happiness is simple.

That’s what ___ told herself as she watched her boys play, Sylwaì rushing to join in the fun as they soon decided to leave for the waters and explore before dinner.

Her family meant everything to her, she has a home now and has a life with people who appreciate and care for her as much as she does them. “I appreciate you both, I love you in ways i cannot express” she whispered, kissing the top of Tsireya’s head as she jumped up to follow her older brothers who called for her.

“And we love you yawnetu” Tonowari sat on her other side, kissing her shoulder. “You know, you still have not told me what was on your mind earlier, you were thinking very heavily”

“I want another child”

Ronal stopped poking the fire pit that was suspended above the water, inhaling a breath and turning her head to look at her mates with eyes that shined with growing glee. “You do?” her tail started swishing behind her, despite her best efforts to be calm and mellow.

“Srane. Maybe not right now, but at some point, I want children of your blood, and mine”

“It is decided!” The Olo’eyktan jumped and picked ___ up by the thighs, hoisting her up and she squealed, laughing at his joy. “When you are ready, we mate, again, and you will bear our next kin” he rubbed his nose against hers, placing her back on the floor by her feet.

Ronal soon joined and kissed ___’s shoulder sweetly, a small grin on her face “it was about time you said that, I was afraid ‘wari might explode otherwise”

“Ronal!”

Yes, happiness was simple.

It was times like these where Neytiri most thought of her, the beads in her hands resembled the amber of her eyes and the pattern of the bracelet reminded her of her hair.

___ never left her thoughts ever since she left all those years ago. The tsakeram has physically moved on, after her search for the women was left with no progress she decided to pray to Eywa to keep the small family of three safe on their travels to wherever they go and hope for the best. Mentally, Neytiri is sad, her heart still aches and yearns for her lost mate, and if she can turn back time she would, just to change who she was.

“What are you thinking of?” Jake put his bow away, finished with cleaning the exterior and replacing the string, his head turned towards his wife and cocked a brow, noting her silence.

“___”

Jake paused, face turning to look at the ground by his feet, ears going down, just like Neytiri he is haunted by his actions, but he tried to forget about them rather than acknowledge them. He was a brute, a shit ‘mate’ and abandoned his sons before they were even born. It’s thoughts like those that push him to step down from his mighty position as a leader, but the clan needs him, so he stays.

“I have faith that she is safe somewhere” Jake replied, nodding his head to reassure himself. ___ was strong, she would have found somewhere to be.

Neytiri sighed and tied off the bracelet, “and what if she was turned away, for her sons? What if she never found anywhere safe to begin with? what if -“ large hands cupped her face and a nose bumped hers, Jake smiled a little at her rambling, but it was a sad smile, he does not know how to answer those questions, he thinks the same as her deep down.

“The twins were born looking like true na’vi, there is no way they would find out about them without ___ saying so”

The warrior nodded her head, sighing in defeat and kissing her mates cheek, for now she would get on with her other chores, later she will ponder again. It was like a cycle she can never break out of, one that leaves her dreaming dreamless nights and going about her day on autopilot.

“Sa’nok!” Kiri jumped into her mothers lap, rushing to get away from the sticky hands of her brother, Lo’ak, who was chasing her with the intent of throwing tree sap in her hair. “Hide me from him! He will not leave me alone!”

Lo’ak roared and ran up to the pair, squealing when he was picked up and dangled upside down by his father, “Dad! Put me down!” he wriggled and tried to escape the Olo’eyktan’s firm grip.

Jake chucked and continued to gently swing him, “Kehe, what did I tell you about terrorising your sister? you worm”

“Not to do it in front of sa’nok!”

“Hey!” Jake bellowed a laugh as he put his youngest down, catching Neytiri’s judging face aimed straight at him and quickly stopped his laughing, pretending to act serious for the sake of his wife. “Kids will be kids” he shrugged, trying to play the innocent husband with a coy smile.

His wife just huffed, a grin stretching onto her face as she felt a kick in her stomach, hand instantly going to soothe the ache. “Little one wants to join in the fun, it seems”

Kiri gasped as she felt the slight pound on her back, turning to face her mothers bloated stomach and leaning down, smooshing her face against it “I want my sister out, I am tired of being the only true girl, there is only so much me and Lo’ak can talk about”

“Kiri! I am NOT a girl you turd!”

Kiri just ignored her brother in favour of focusing her attention on her new unborn sibling. “How do you know it will be a girl ‘ite?” the youngling shrugged and smiled a little.

“I just have a feeling” she sung. The marui entrance suddenly flapped open with force, another little boy rushing inside, panting slightly.

“Lo’ak! Stop running away from me!” Neteyam went and tackled him, dogpiling onto his younger brother who laughed loudly, the two wrestling for fun. Kiri snorted and rolled her eyes ‘boys’

Jake kneeled next to his mate, kissing the back of her neck and sighing quietly, his family bringing him the comfort he desperately needed, but yet he still feels incomplete. His heart yearned for the missing pieces, his missing sons and his missing mate.

One day he will find them.

A new star appeared in the sky. It was small to the naked eye, almost unnoticeable, but to someone who has studied the stars day in and day out for the past 14 years, it looked out of place, glowing brighter than the others around it, twinkling brighter and brighter as the minutes past.

“Hey” Jake nudged his wife awake from where she laid on his chest, still staring up into space. His distant look urged Neytiri to turn her head up into his line of sight, eyes widening and jaw going slack.

“No, this cannot be” In the far distance, the bright light zoomed down onto Pandora, red hot fire raging down onto the planet with a mission. Everything around the ships caught fire and the flames spread too quickly, the creatures of Pandora screeching and rushing to escape.

Neytiri ran to a higher viewpoint, jumping over logs and dodging yerik who fled in the opposite direction, a cry escaped her lips and she watched her home, once again, fall victim to the humans who once destroyed her planet in a time she thought long had past. The Na’vi crouched and sobbed, feeling the arms of her mate surrounding her who had his ears pinned back, watching the sight of the forest going up in flames.

His nightmares never seemed to end, Jake could only wonder if this was the great sorrow Moat talked about all these years ago.

A year passed from the return of the human race, the humans and na’vi who lived near hells gate moved up to the floating mountains for safety. Always preparing for war, always going to fight.

Spider was squatted over various bowls of blue paint, redoing the stripes that littered all over his body, sticking his tongue out in concentration. Behind him, Kiri worked swiftly and accurately, painting stripes in places he cannot see or reach.

“I still don’t understand why you paint yourself like this”

“I told you, it’s to blend in” Spider turned and faced the much taller girl, looking at the stripes on her body to try and mimic on his own. “When I do this, I look like one of you, the animals respect me more. Plus, I run faster”

“Sure monkey boy. The animals probably don’t want to taste the berries when they eat you” Kiri snorted, dipping her hand in more blue paint and going back to paining his biceps.

“Hey! I am na’vi, just like you” Spider scooped a large glob of paint, although still small compared to the amount Kiri had, and launched it at her face.

“Oop!”

Sudden footsteps interrupted their playful banter, little padding of feet getting closer behind the pair. “Spider! Kiri! The war party has returned! They are back! Come on! Come on!” Tuktirey rushed over and grabbed both of their arms, dragging her sister and friend along to the edge of high camp, watching as banshees shouted as they flew by and landed.

Shouting can be heard by the cliff, the evident voice of their father talking sternly to their brothers, Kirk’s ears went down and she sighed, going behind Neteyam and looking at his evident wounds.

“You spot bogeys! That was your one job! You spot them and you report them, from a distance!” Jake got up to the boys faces, waving his hands like a madman.

“I’m sorry sir, it was my fault” Neteyam lowered his head, disappointed that he let his father down again.

“When are you gonna stop taking the heat from this knucklehead?” Jake glared at him, eyes going to Lo’ak who stood silent, feeling his little sister moving his arms around. “And you? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Ma Jake. Your son is bleeding” Neytiri interrupted, eyes concentrated on her husband who was evidently stressed. Her tail curled in slight annoyance, heart pumping from the adrenaline she felt in the fight. Jake looked at his wife and sighed, hand going to his temples.

“Go to your grandmother. Now” As Neytiri took Neteyam by the arm and followed her daughters to her mothers tent, she turned around to observe Lo’ak who was left standing in front of her husband. “You understand what your actions caused?”

“Yes sir”

“You could have gotten your brother killed” Lo’ak’s ears went down, he hated disappointing his father. “No flying for a month. See to every ikran, get them taken care of” and with that Jake stormed off, shaking his head and muttering curses under his breath, the ringing in his ears won’t stop, and unlike Neytiri his heart pumps from fear not adrenaline.

‘I could have lost them’

“Yawnetu” Ronal stalked over to her wife who fed the young ilu in the pen, a deep frown on her face at the news she was about to deliver. “The Omaticaya in the forest, they are at war once again”

___’s ears twitched and pulled back, she knew that the star she saw a year ago was not from any constellation she has memorised since her childhood, she had a feeling that the tawtute have returned, but has been keeping her mind occupied to forget.

Her heart continued to hurt though.

“I know, my love. I worry for my family back home” especially Spider, who she prays to Eywa every night to keep safe. Ronal rested her hands upon her lovers shoulders, sighing deeply, she knows that her wife is hurting inside, but the tsahìk can only offer comfort, not truly in the midst of war yet. Somehow Awa’atlu has stayed away from the tulkun huntings, and she hopes Eywa can keep them safe for a little longer. Sooner or later though she knows that war will be amongst their side of the reef, it was only a matter of time.

Ronal then took her hands off ___’s shoulders and stood straight, “I must continue with my duties today, join me?” the forest na’vi shook her head, she was planning to join some of the women to go into the reef to pick some plants needed for food and healing.

“Not at this moment, I must join some of the divers today” the metkayinan nodded and smiled a little, moving away from the ilu pen to wherever she was needed. ___ went back to throwing fish at the creatures in the sea, giggling when the young ones brushed against her legs. The smile she displayed was hardly genuine, but it was enough to fool outsiders who do not know her well enough.

The woman soon slips out of the water, putting down the empty baskets to be filled later and moved to where she was to meet the other ladies. The day ahead was something that she would soon come to dread, unknownst to her the past she once sought herself leaving would soon come crashing into her life tenfold.

But being unaware for the meantime was bliss.

The ladies were kind to her and the job was easy enough, she finished within a few hours into the morning, deciding to rest by the edge of the reef chatting away with her friends of a few years now. Gossiping about their husbands, as wives do.

‘’Do not get me wrong, I adore my mate, but sometimes he is just so overbearing! Why do I need to take two spears with me when I am outside the reef! I can very much handle myself’’ Tayal huffed, tail slapping the ground in slight annoyance from this mornings hunt. She was a seasoned hunter, extremely skilled and praised by the elders for her work, but her husband was just too cautious.

Sayala rolled her eyes and smiled at her ‘’your mate just looks out for you, if you do not like his actions then it is best to talk to him. I, for one, do not have an overbearing mate but he does snore very loudly when he sleeps. So loud that it wakes me up sometimes! I wish that I had your problem’’ The group laughed, ___ patting her shoulder in pity.

‘’If Tonowari were to ever do that then Ronal would shun him to sleep onto the ocean floor. I am lucky that he does not pose any problems late at night’’ She giggled, catching the interest of some of the ladies.

‘’My Tsahìk! You have two mates, what is that like?’’ The question caught her slightly off guard until she remembered that it is extremely rare for Na’vi to hold more than one lover, even then it is usually preserved for important figures of the clan.

‘’Well, it is normal for me, I have had two mates ever since I came of age, they are wonderful to me and the kids, I am just thankful to Eywa for guiding me here to them’’ ___ rubbed her swollen stomach, thanking the great mother for what has become of her, Tayal hummed, basking in the light that is ___.

But the Na’vi cannot help but wonder, her Tsahìk has become of age long before she joined Awa’atlu and she could not have been mated to her leaders since then, not to mention her two sons who were not of Metkayina blood (although she did not bat an eye at the latter, sometimes women have children without mates). Is ___ hiding something from them? But before she could ponder any longer their conversation was abruptly disrupted.

A horn sounded through the village, reaching far to the Na’vi who sat at the edge of the reef. They all yipped and cried out at the warning signal, abandoning their chores and standing tall from their crouches. ‘Visitors? What could this mean?’

‘’Look! Up there!’’ One of the woman pointed to the sky where ikran glided through the air, on top sitting forest Na’vi shouting to each other in panic, not expecting a horn to greet them as they entered. It alerted the village to the visitors, and while it was inevitable, attention was not something that they wanted to bring towards them for the time being.

___’s breath hitched at the familiar ikran colours, if these are the Na’vi who she thinks they are then- ‘’___ come! We must see who they are’’. But the Omaticayan could only sigh, already knowing the answers to the question her friend seeks guidance for, ikran are unique in their patterns, there are no two banshees who look the same. The two large creatures at the head of the formation could only belong to the Na’vi she once ran away from.

Ao’nung stalked through the crowded beach, coming to the forefront of the commotion with hard eyes, Rotxo trailing behind him. His gaze caught the yellow orbs of the two Sully boys who watched him with slight wonder, having never seen another Na’vi race before the Omaticaya. Inwardly the boy cringed, seeing similarities between his brothers and these…people. This was going to be difficult.

‘’Is that supposed to be a tail?’’ His smaller companion laughed slightly, pointing towards the skinny appendage which curled in anticipation. Ao’nung averted his gaze towards it and scoffed, smirking when the older boy of the two brothers turned his head to look at him. ‘’How are they supposed to swim-‘’

‘’Do not, Rotxo, Ao’nung’’ a sweet voice called out, small hand hitting the back of her brothers heads and blue eyes rolling at their stupidity. They were trying to look intimidating and it was obvious, making fun of these newcomers who looked the exact same as some of their family members. It was rude, and extremely unnecessary, these people are guests here, and as the chiefs daughter, she will show them the kindness that her idiot brothers will not do.

Tsireya noted the absence of her mother and two brothers, being suddenly reminded that their presence would be appreciated, if not for the sake of her people then perhaps the sake of these newcomers. Her head moved to look at one of the boys face to face, dipping down and smiling apologetically. ‘’Hey’’ He tipped his head up and smiled a small smirk, trying his luck with making friends with the people who he would be potentially living with. Friends, or something more?

Tsireya grinned and chuckled at his awkwardness, finding it sweet that despite the predicament they find themselves in, he still shows kindness towards her.

Hoots and shouts alerted the clan that their leaders were in the vicinity, Tsireya’s father landing in the water nearby on his large skimming. He waded out of the water, eyes never leaving the newcomers and raised his brows as he got closer, it was Toruk Makto, whom he met during the great clan meetings.

“I see you, Jake Sully”

“I see you Olo’eyktan”

“Neytiri te Tskaha Mo’at’ite” they formally greeted each other, fingers to their forehead and dipping them in the accustomed manner of their people. ‘’What brings your family to our side of the reef?’’

Jake and his wife shared eye contact briefly, unsure on what to say and afraid of saying the wrong thing, they were tired of travelling, tired of war, they could not go on much longer. ‘’We seek uturu’’

‘’Uturu?‘’ a new voice called out, appealed and confused. Ronal sauntered up to Toruk Makto and sized him up with a glare, moving on to his wife who bowed in respect of the tsahik. Her blue eyes caught the sight of their children and waltzed up to them, moving around them like an akula and inspecting their aura.

‘’Srane, we seek a sanctuary for our family’’ Jake’s tail curled in nervousness, he hasn’t felt this scared since that day he had to prove himself to the Omaticaya, warning them and getting them to believe him when the skypeople were attacking hometree.

‘’We are reef people, you are from the forest, your skills mean nothing to us here’’ Tonowari announced to the family, voice strong and firm. He was wary about their arrival, it was sudden and unexpected. He knew of the war happening overseas, everyone does, but has it become so bad that they seek refuge in another clan?

Jake cringed at the harshness in the leaders gaze, so used to respect from his people back home that he forgets his place in others. His ears picked up the whimpers of his youngest as she clung to his legs, scooting away from Ronal’s piercing gaze and scalding touch. ‘’Their arms are thin’’ her voice rang through the crowd, stopping any chatter, ‘’and their tails are too weak, they will be slow in the water’’ she ignored Kiri’s small outcry when her tail was yanked a little too harshly.

But the Tsahik’s calculating gaze quickly turned to critique and panic once her eyes caught onto the girls hand, she snatched it from where it hung limp and brought it into the air to show her people, ‘’these children.. are not even true Na’vi!’’ She grabbed onto one of the boy’s hand with her free one and raised it too, to show who they truly are, ‘’they have demon blood!’’

Gasps rung out among the Metkayina, not expecting the very aliens to destroy Pandora to come across the sea to their island for sanctuary, hisses vibrated through some of them, hostility in their blue orbs. ‘’Yes we are!’’ Kiri snatched her hand back and glared, subtly moving closer to her mother who narrowed her eyes, not liking the way this woman, clan leader or not, spoke about her children.

Jake felt panic course through him at the judgemental gazes being directed to their small group, this was not going to plan. ‘’Hey..look! Look at this! I was a skyperson but now i am Na’vi! We can adapt, we will adapt right?’’ He showcased his five fingers to the Tsahik who watched his pinky finger poke outwards curiously. Murmurs of small ‘yeah’s’ rung through the Omaticayans as they agreed with him.

‘’My husband was Toruk Makto. He brought the clans to victory against the skypeople’’ Neytiri stepped forward, trying to assert herself. She will not let her family suffer once more just because she was turned away by this disrespectful Na’vi.

Ronal scoffed, glare hardening. Eywa so help her if this outsider continued to scorn her and her position in her own clan, ‘’is this what you call victory? Hiding, among strangers’’ her eyes flicked from Neytiri to her husband and back ‘’it seems Eywa has turned her back on you, chosen one’’

A sharp hiss interrupted her sentence, sharp teeth obstructing Ronal’s vision. On instinct she hissed back, ears flattening to her skull, unaware of the worried look her mate shared with Jake.

Tonowari decided to put an end to this feud before the women fought with spears, ‘’Toruk Makto is a mighty warrior, all Na’vi people know his story. But your people are at war and us Metkayina, we have stayed away from the conflict. We do not want you to bring this fight to us’’

‘’I am done with war’’ Toruk Makto picked Tuktirey up who clung to his neck like a lifeline ‘’I just want to keep my family safe, please’’

‘’Let them stay’’

The crowed parted once more to reveal a dark blue figure emerging from a sea of green, pearls dangling delicately on her heavy figure. ‘’Let them’’ she repeated, eyes darting from Tuktirey to the other children, and then to her mates, ‘’they come from a place of war, ‘wari. That is no place for children to live’’

‘’___’’ Ronal snapped her head towards her wife, tail lashing in anticipation ‘’you do not mean that, look at them. Demons’’. The mentioned woman’s ears lowered and she frowned, opening her mouth to remind her partners of where she came from, where her sons came from, but instead of any words coming out, only a puff of air escaped.

She closed her eyes and huffed, opening them once again and looking up, yellow clashing with blue. ___ stared intently into Ronal’s eyes, hoping to convey the message she so wishes to speak aloud. Luckily, the pair have known each other long enough to be able to understand one another without words, they say that the eyes are the window to the soul.

Ronal conducted a slow blink and pursed her lips, nodding her head, partly in concern to what the future may hold if she let these outsiders in her home. ‘’It is decided’’ Tonowari began, turning to face the crowd and raising his arms to gain the attention of the Metkayina ‘’Toruk Makto and his family will stay, treat them as your brothers and sisters for they do not know the sea, they will be like babies taking their first breath’’

At that Neytiri looked towards the sand, a sudden memory popping into her mind, her ears lowered and frowned, only straightening up when feeling the hand on her shoulder being squeezed. Kiri noted the sudden tenseness in her mother’s posture as soon as this third mate of the chief appeared in front of them, she was as blue and as slim as them, same tail and large ears. The girl recognised the familiar beads and weaving patterns on her clothes, despite the difference in material, this stranger was from the Omaticaya clan.

‘’Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless’’ the large man huffed, turning to make heavy eye contact with Jake, the rider of shadow dropping his youngest onto the ground and smiling in gratitude, patting Tuktirey on her back.

‘’Well what do we say guys? Irayo’’ The Sully’s coreoused, some more enthusiastic than others, Kiri rolling her eyes and sighing. Her father straightened up from his slight kneeling position for his daughter and nodded his head to his new chief, then turning his head to acknowledge his wives with a swallow, afraid of the Tsahik’s each for entirely different reasons.

___’s breath hitched when yellow clashed together, tail curling upright in anticipation, her old mate then nodded to her like he did her husband out of politeness and notably swallowed, averting his eyes back onto the sand, afraid that if he were to look into her eyes any longer he’ll get swallowed into a pit of shame, one that he wont ever crawl out of.

‘’My son Ao’nung’’ Tonowari gestured towards one of his boys who decided to show up, mentally going through the scalding he will carry out later ‘’and daughter Tsireya, will show your children what to do’’

Ao’nung’s ears flattened into his skull, not liking the idea of being buddy-buddy with these weirdos ‘’but sempul-‘’ a large blue hand rose infront of the boys face and he immediately paused his speaking in respect.

‘’It is decided’’

That respect was soon lost.

Ao’nung rolled his eyes and glared at the sand beneath his feet, tempted to kick it out off frustration but not wanting to embarrass himself in front of the people. Luckily, Tsireya felt the anger that radiated off of him and decided to speak up, ‘’come, we will show you our village’’ she waved them over in the direction of their new home, once they acquired their things.

This was going to be a long day.

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1-800-zombify · 8 months

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Jake’s Advice 💪

Neteyam x Metkayina!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Neteyam being stupid & has a crush, Jake has ok dad advice, Neteyam not knowing Earth terms/phrases, Y/N is Ronal & Tonowari’s kid, Y/N isn’t actually in this - she’s just talked ab

Summary: Neteyam musters up confidence to ask his dad for advice on how to win over a girl after struggling and embarrassing himself.

NETEYAM PEERED INTO THE marui, his shadow casting over his father. He sat on the floor with his back towards his son, methodically cutting fruit. Jake’s ears twitched towards the sound of Neteyam’s footsteps. Jake didn’t bother to turn to him.

“What is it now?” Jake mumbled, laying the knife down, as Neteyam sat in front of him.

A beat passed.

“Dad, I need your help.”

Jake pressed his eyes closed. His lips pressed into a thin line when he sighed, “What happened? I told you to keep an eye on your brother —,”

Neteyam frantically shook his head, “No, Dad, he didn’t do anything.”

“… oh,” Jake blinked. “Well, that makes things a little easier. What is it?”

He rubbed the corner of his eye, fingers slowly traveling up to his temple. His ears flattened with embarrassment, as his eyes darted across the floor.

“I, uh…,” Neteyam paused with a sheepish smile. He propped his elbow on his thigh, as he leaned the side of his face into his palm.

Jake eyed his son suspiciously, observing the dazed far-off look on Neteyam’s face, the way his tail seemed to wag like a dog’s. He furrowed his brows, “Spit it out.”

“Well…,” Neteyam sat up straighter, hands now sitting on top of his knees. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” Jake replied bluntly.

“How did you make Mom like you?”

Jake scoffed, “She doesn’t. She just gave up trying to get rid of me.” Jake watched Neteyam awkwardly nod at his words.

He then realized where this was going, and his soul almost left his body.

The painful teenage conversation he prayed to avoid. Jake lightly hit his head, mumbling, “I’m joking.”

“Right,” Neteyam muttered. “Then… what did you do?”

“I went to the Tree of Voices.”

Neteyam winced, a disgusted expression creasing on his features, “No, Dad—,”

Jake raised his brows, blinking dumbly. Judging by that reaction — “Who told you about that?” Jake pressed, surprised.

Neteyam stuttered, “Uh — I, um,”

“Whatever, doesn’t matter,” Jake waved his hand dismissively. He mentally noted to hunt down all his teenagers later for a quick chat. He sighed, “Just tell me what this is all about.”

Neteyam swallowed, “I like someone?”

Jake couldn’t help flinching and immediately shutting his eyes at the inquisitive statement. His calloused fingers rubbed the top of his flat nose bridge, taking in a deep inhale, “Is that a question?”

“No?” Neteyam shook his head. He repeated the word more affirmably, “No.”

“…Who is it?” Jake uttered exasperatedly.

Neteyam flinched at the tiredness in his voice, his father’s yellow eyes boring into his. He nervously licked his lips, his gaze falling upon the floor, when he practically whispered, “Y/N.”

“Oh God.”

Neteyam looked at him, tilting his head, “Who?”

He ignored him, rubbing his eyelids. “Are you sure?” Jake inquired, repeating the name, “Y/N? Y/N, the chief’s kid?”

“Who else…?”

“That girl’s tough as nails,” he mumbled.

Neteyam blinked, “I don’t know what that means.”

“You — whatever, I’ll explain it later,” Jake paused. “You came here to ask me how to ask a girl out?”

He shrugged, “Yeah but…”

“But what?”

“I messed up.”

Jake’s eye twitched. It was more common to hear those words from his younger son, but it still stung nonetheless. “What do you mean ‘messed up’?” He asked carefully.

“Well… uh, I thought I could mimic the underwater dances Tsireya was showing us,” Neteyam awkwardly chuckled, nervously adjusting his armband. He looked up at his dad. Jake was amused to see his stoic son so flustered and worked up. “I didn’t do it… I didn’t do it right.”

Jake laughed, and Neteyam was bewildered.

“Dad —,”

The calloused pale blue pads of Jake’s hand pressed themself against the crown of Neteyam’s head, a meek attempt of fatherly comfort. Jake sighs lightheartedly, shaking Neteyam’s head, “I’m sure, if anything, she found it funny. You’re gonna have a harder time if you always take yourself seriously.”

“But she didn’t laugh,” Neteyam explained. There was a wave of sudden distress washing over his body. His striped tail slowly flickered from side to side, as he picked at his nails. “She just looked at me and did the finger-talk.”

“Neteyam, you’re fine,” Jake tossed the cut slices into a nearby wooden bowl. He picked up his small knife, resumed cutting the leftover fruit. “You know what she said?” He asked with a quick glance. Neteyam shook his head, and Jake continued, “You need to practice sign language more then.”

Neteyam rolled his eyes, “Dad,” he mumbled with slight irritation.

“What? You don’t know what she said, but you’re supposed to learn how to understand. Simple as that,” Jake shrugged. He wiped sweat off of his brow, the heat and humidity in the hut suddenly overbearing. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you, kid.”

“How do I make her like me?” Neteyam had asked it with the teenage theatrics Jake recalled from Kiri and Lo’ak. His son’s elbows were propped on his folded legs, his slender hands clasped together like he usually did in old clan meetings.

Jake raised his brows. His thin lips were evidently entertained by Neteyam’s anxiety, as they curved into teasing smile. Jake shrugged again, replying half-jokingly, “You’re the son of Toruk Makto and are an exceptional warrior, I’m sure she’s already very impressed.”

“It takes more than skill to win a girl over,” Neteyam groaned, finding the conversation hard to live through. He rubbed his eyelids til there were colorful spots in his vision.

“You telling me?” Jake laughed, raising his empty hand defensively. Once his laughter died down, he cleared his throat, his ears twitching at the top of his head, as Jake fell into thought. “Girls don’t just like brawn, you need to be smart too, son. Be compassionate, observant, witty — be more like your sisters.”

“Dad!”

“You ask me for advice, and all I get is judgment. What do you want from me?” Jake scratched his head. He sighed through his nose, “Here’s what you’re gonna do: you need to make it clear that you like her. Give her compliments, make her gifts, whatever. Fight for her — okay, not actually fight, but you know what I’m saying?”

Neteyam nodded timidly. He listened closely on the little guidance his father offered, digging his nail into a scab. Jake resumed speaking, “Don’t be so easily discouraged, but don’t do what I did. You can be stupid, you can be head over heels in love, but don’t be annoying.”

Neteyam’s eyes narrowed with puzzlement. He spoke up, clearing his voice with a soft cough, “Isn’t it annoying when someone doesn’t give up though?”

“Oh, she’ll cave eventually. That’s one thing I can assure you, son.” He repeated wisely, “Eventually. If it worked for me, it’ll work for you, I’m sure.”

“And… if it doesn’t?”

“Don’t come home.”

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onskepa · 5 months

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Yay requests are open!

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

Hellooooooooo darling~!!

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

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Irayo

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

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

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

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

“This will be good, I can feel it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ronal wasn't so ready to accept the human.

Not yet at least.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Give her an honest smile.

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

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

“You fool…”

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

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

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

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

Tonowari sits down to join them.

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

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

Ronal rolls her eyes and taps his forehead lightly.

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

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

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Irayo = Thank you

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Jungle on the islands of the Metkayina🌿

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aonungsmate · 1 year

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A Promise Over All Else

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Father why–”

“It has been decided”

It has been decided.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“T-that–”

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

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

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

How wonderful! Not.

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

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

Not that you know of.

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

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

It has become unbearable, really.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lo’ak.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Payakan?”

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

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

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

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

“Ao’nung, am I not desirable?”

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

Ao’nung..

Ao’nung probably has someone in mind.

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

Were you not worthy of being loved?

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

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

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

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

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

That, he sees you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seconds felt like hours to the two of you, the background fading into nothingness when it was just the two of you, close together. Your lips parted to catch your breath, holding on to Ao’nung’s neck to balance your weakened knees. You smiled against Ao’nung’s lips, “So, all those years you were taking all of their chances for yourself?” He smirked, “A man cannot be too careful, they were simply not strong enough to go against me.”

“Or, you were simply not strong enough to handle it if I saw someone else,” you snorted at his deadpanning face. Your eyes widened in horror when you saw his face morph into something akin to a daring tsurak, his fangs visible from how wide his smile was, “You have five seconds.”

“5,” you tried to get out from his tight grasp, giggling when he started to nose at your neck,

“4,” he strengthened his grip, “not running away, pretty girl?”

You wheezed, feeling too ticklish when he moved his arms near your sensitive spots, “3,”

“2”

“Oh my Eywa, Ao’nung!” you squealed, failing to escape.

“1!”

“Ready or not, here I come!” he announced, making A’vire giggle nervously behind you. You smiled at his tiny hands gripping your tail, trying to hide his whole body from his father.

“Sa’nu, Aiwouì would not give me my tsurak back!” Ämepxìr cried, tugging at you as you bounced Aytretem in your arms making him giggle.

“Aiwouì, give your sister her toy back, or I will snap your spear in half.” You glared at your 4-year old son.

“Ma yawne, stop glaring at our son or he might just melt into a puddle,” Ao’nung pressed a kiss on your forehead, patting his son on the head, tearing up after being scolded.

“Remind me again, why did I go for you? Look at these little Ao’nungs! None of them look like me,” you whined, repeatedly glancing over your children to double check if they at least had an ounce of you.

He grinned, letting out a boisterous laugh when you let out a long sigh, “Maybe it is because I am stronger than you, (y/n).”

“Stronger?” you scoffed, “I see how it is. I hope you are strong enough to withstand the cold nights Ao’nung,” his eyes almost popped out of his skull in realization.

“No, ma– Yawntu, you know I was just–”

“I hope you have fun being strong by yourself outside my mat, Ao’nung.”

Yawne, Yawntu – Beloved

Sa'nu - Mom, mother

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moonchildxoxx · 10 months

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Tonowari x fem reader x Ronal:

Where the reader is accident-prone and after going hunting Tonowari and the others the reader dose not realize that they entered themself and is bleeding out. (P.S- Can this be around the time that the Sully’s show up.) I hope this is not to confusing. Please message me if you have any questions. Thank you.

Tittle:

My last words will be oops

A/N: so sorry the wait hopefully 🤞 you enjoy it

Pairing:Tonowari x Reader x Ronal

Word count:

[requests open]

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The large wave had pushed you downwards and into the rocks making you take in Water as you tried to swim upwards. You felt a large hand grip your arm pulling you out of the water and onto the rocks . You coughed up some of the water you had taken in and breathed heavily trying to regain your breath. Once you could breathe normally you sat upright and you felt a large hand on your back. You looked up to see Tonowari, he looked at you worried. “ Wari , I’m alright just a bit out of breath “ he looked at you then to the rest of the hunting party “ we will return to the village we’ve gathered enough for the clan”. He turned back to you “ and you will be riding back with me “. He left no room for argument, you signed softly but simply listened and rode back with him on his mount yours following not far behind. As you got closer to the village you both heard the horn blaring. You turned to look at Tonowari, he looked just as confused. You jumped off of his mount getting on your own to reach the village faster. He made his mount go faster and the creature took off flying.

As our mounts descended into the water we saw what warning for . There on the shore were 5 ikrans and 6 forest Na’vi. As you walked out of the water and made your way to the stand you decided to stay with the children. letting Ronal and Tonowari handle the unexpected visitors. This did not feel right, the last time ikran showed up was to bring word of the sky people’s return . You watched as Jakesully asked for uturu. You saw hesitation on Tonowari’s face. He then turned to Ronal they had a silent conversation, Ronal flicked her gaze toward you. You returned your own look to just agree with him when you saw how young his children were. They were no older than your own two. She finally gave in and agreed . Tonowari announced to the clan that Toruk Makto and his family would be staying with us and that we must teach them our ways. After announcing the crowd the dispersed returning to their duties.

As the crowd left you walked up to your mates, Tonowari absent-mindedly warped his arm around you. You let out a cry at the sudden flash of pain you felt. Both your mates turned to you, Tonowari immediately let go of you . Ronal looked at you then turned towards Tonowari she immediately saw the blood on his forearm. She grabbed your arm pulling you towards her and lifting it . Right alongside your ribs you had a deep and ugly gash. “ explain now “ she demanded. You opened your mouth to answer but immediately closed it not knowing how you got it. She saw your face and knew you had no answer for her. She looked to Tonowari instead,” it must have been when she got cot in the waves “ he answered.

Ronal give you an unimpressed look as you once again had injured yourself. “ to the healing pod” she spoke, and you knew that it was an order from the Tsahik and no longer your mate talking. You silently followed her to the pod where she forced you to sit on a matt. She began to pull out different salves and bandages . She came to you and began to clean the gash , spreading the salve that would number it and another to prevent infection. She did all this without speaking once you knew she was angry with you for getting hurt once again. “ oeyä syulang-“ you began to speak but Ronal gave you a look. You signed softly “ syulang, please don’t be angry with me… this time it really wasn’t in my control “. She finished wrapping your wound finally looking at you, her emotions getting the best of her. Her ear’s folding back, she let out a small hiss finally speaking to you.

“ I should knot your tail for worrying me so”. You grabbed her hands looking into her eyes “ oeyä syulang, i promise i will not worry you so any more, i will not take unnecessary risks . I will stay by your side, in the village until you clear me to go beyond the reef with Wari “. She looked at you her tail moving back and forth not believing one word.“ you will get sick of me with how much I will be with you “ you tell her. She waved her hand dismissively but finally gave in. Tonowari suddenly picked you up from the mat , you quickly grabbed onto him arm in surprise. “ Wari what are you doing i can walk '' , he ignores you and continues to walk out of the pod towards your home. You turned to Ronal for help and she shook her head no “ think of this as a punishment maybe next time you won’t be so reckless “. you grunted hiding your face in Tonowari's neck in embarrassment at being carried in front of others. As you walk through the village you beg once more to be put down. “ Wari , oeyä atan please I can walk “ I mumbled into his neck. Tonowari simply chuckled and kept on walking to your mauri pod.

Bounce:

( after Lo’ak and Neteyam beat Ao’nung ass)

Ao’nung sat on a mat well Ronal cleaned his cuts . You were livid with your son “ what were you thinking?! , picking on the Omatikaya children Ao’nung! You know better then this you are the Olo’eyktan son “ you yell at him. He stubbornly remains silent and not looking at you “ when you are done you will go home i do not want to see you outside for the rest of the day. tomorrow you will apologize to the suil children“. Ao’nung opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off “ I do not care who hit who first you started this “you tell him in a firm tone edging on livid. Once Ronal was done he left returning home. You shake your head, Ronal looks at you “ he is definitely your son being so reckless “ she tells you. You laughed “ no no , he maybe my son but that attitude is a 100% you , he picked that up from you syulang.” Ronal looked to your mate for help and he stepped back raising his hand signaling he was not getting in the middle of this .

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witchthewriter · 11 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: thank you to the beautiful creator of the grown-up Neteyam photo! P.s. I’m sorry for the crappy screenshot photos of the only Na’vi mating bond we see. I tried my best :’)

Warnings: spoilers for Avatar 2

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

ISFJ

Gryffindor

Lawful Good

8 of Pentacles

Leo Sun, Virgo Moon, Libra Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You were the eldest of Tonowari and Ronal’s children. A Metkayina leader of the future.

・You have many skills, learning from both your parents and the other members of the clan. A great hunter, creator and a deep love for the ocean.

・Eywa was a big presence in your life, something that your brother, Aounung was jealous of

・Tsireya idolises you, and when she was younger, all she wanted to do was be around you

・However, you weren’t very outgoing, and preferred the company to one or two friends - or mainly yourself whenever you got the chance

・You have your own Tulkun, whom you love dearly. They’re incredibly protective of you, as you are for them.

・That’s where you spend the majority of your free time - talking with your Tulkun. You have an incredibly close bond, almost like telepathical

・When the Sully’s sought refuge, you were one of the first to speak up in their defence

・Not only did you like the look of the Omaticaya people, but you were curious about their ways.

・You wanted to learn more - grow as a Na’vi. You wanted to be someone with an open-mind.

・It was why you got along so well with your sister Tsireya, Aounung on the other hand was a bit of a challenge. He always had been. And being the middle child, he definitely liked to act out

・You formed a close friendship with both Tuk and Kiri. You always found the young ones funny. It was your instinct as the eldest child to look after the younglings around you.

・And with Kiri, you loved her connection to the land. You could watch her for hours as she interacted with the environment around her.

・You could see that she was special; Eywa had something incredible in store for Kiri. You just wished the rest of the clan would accept them

・But your eye was always searching for Neteyam, the eldest of the Sully kids

・Almost like a guardian angel, you were there when he needed you most. And your brother would tease you relentlessly, but Tsireya understood. She encouraged you to pursue Neteyam

・As you encouraged her to pursue Lo’ak

・And your romance was slow. Even though you both had deep feelings for each other, it was like neither of you could confess it. For one reason or another.

・You spent time together, teaching him the ways of your people. He was especially interested in the coming of age rituals. Neteyam wanted to participate.

・You told him he didn’t have to, that accomplishing the Omaticaya rituals was enough. But not for Neteyam, he wanted to prove himself.

・Then, when the event happened with Quaritch, everything changed.

・ Luck, no, not luck. It was destiny that you were there to save Neteyam.

・What would have been a bullet would was only a flesh wound, however, it did cut him deep

・The Sully’s were eternally grateful, Neytiri especially. She nearly lost her firstborn, and for that she felt indebted to you.

・However, Neteyam was wounded, and it took him a month to fully recover. You visited him everyday, bringing fresh food and changing his bandages. This was how you two grew close. A deep bond was formed.

・You both felt Eywa’s presence when you looked into each other’s eyes and finally realised who you were to one another. Mates.

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞No one under the age of 18 past this point, I bloody mean it.

・The mating ritual is the same for every Na’vi, it’s the connecting of the queues, from nightfall until sunrise.

・The mating ritual and sex are two different things, but ultimately the Na’vi only have sex with one other for their entire lives.

・And although Neteyam would have loved to perform tsaheylu underneath the Tree of Souls, the Metkayina don’t stay underwater for that entire time.

・Some may choose to visit the Spirit Tree and connect for a brief moment while holding hands, or to choose a secluded spot and invite Eywa’s presence

・You chose to do both

・Both of you swam down to the Spirit Tree and connected to it, seeing each other through the other’s eyes

・You could feel the other’s love and devotion

・After opening your eyes, you kissed and swam to the surface, where you found a vacant part of the beach to stay until the next day

・Connecting with Neteyam was like nothing you had ever experienced before. You were able to feel his pain, his happiness, the weight of responsibility and the dedication Neteyam has to his family

・In turn, Neteyam felt the same. For you both had the duty of being the first born

・When the mating was completed, it was announced through all the clan that you were together

・Tonowari held a great feast in your honour. He was more than proud, as was your mother, sister and brother

・You had completed a big part of Na’vi life, and the Sully’s welcomed you into the family with open arms. Especially Neytiri, once she got to know you and how good of a hunter you were

・Sex is different then mating, but you still connect your queues nonetheless. It intensifies the bond, and completely takes hold of your body, mind and soul

・Neteyam is a soft lover, he likes to make you feel loved, safe and worthy

・His favourite thing is to bite your neck though, especially when he’s in midthrust. It’s like another way of combining your bodies. He wants to be as close to you as possible

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crabcollectorskykid · 1 year

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M!reader with a corpse husband like voice

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none? Well except how reader got his deep voice...and a bit ooc

Pronouns: he/him

Ft. Metkayina family & sully family (mostly metkayina)

SLIGHT, neteyam x reader

Both of your parents was from the metkayina clan and both of them were warriors but they sadly died protecting you and the clan

Ronal and tonowari took you in the family as if you were their son.

You were very happy but you barely talk, not really barely, you never actually talked to them at all.

You had to use hand signs to communicate with them. At first they didn't understand why you never really talked to them but once you "told" them that something happened in the past, they stopped you from saying more since it might be a topic you don't wanna talk about.

Aonung was very protective of you because of that reason, he would always keep an eye or bring you with him whenever he has to go somewhere. He always defend you from others whenever they mention something about you being quite or pestering you on why you were always quite. Not even his friends can tease you, only him can tease you, if someone else does it he will consider it as an insult.

Tsiyera is an angel towards you, she would always keep you company whenever aonung goes hunting. Always and I mean always brings you with her whenever she goes feed the ilus, aonung would always try to find an excuse to get you out of it.

Ronal was the most protective, forbids you from going outside the reef without aonung or Tsiyera. She always do daily check-ups on you. You're sick? She's there. You're injured? She's there. Someone is bullying you? The whole family is there-

Tonowari is in the middle of protectiveness. He will teach you about self defense, spear training,in rare times he lets you go outside the reef with him so he'll teach you about hunting. Yes, he won't let you go outside the reef without someone watching you.

When the sully arrived you were fascinated by how they look, they look more blue rather than teal. The sully noticed you after you pulled aonung by his ear when he tease them about their tail.

Once you heard the news about them living here you were quite excited to be friends with them, you weren't gonna teach them since you're not talkative. But you always follow them to see how they are progressing.

When you first spoke you accidentally hit your toe with a rock and yelled "Ow, that hurts" the gang was there and was completely suprised how your voice sounded. Lo'ak was the first one to break

"bro...YOU VOICE IS SO DEEP-" you giggled at the question he decided to say but the others started talking and questioning you so you were quite overwhelmed by the attention

Tsiyera noticing your discomfort she quickly told everyone to stop. "All of you stop, you are making him feel overwhelmed" everyone soon stopped talking, after they stopped you asked "is it really that deep?"

Aonung scoffed "is it really? Your voice is literally vibrating because of how deep is." Aonung said.

You build up more and more confidence about your voice and started speaking more, the gang was happy for you especially aonung and Tsiyera, they were happy that you started to appreciate your voice more.

Aonung would get so protective whenever you interacted with neteyam, he does not like the heart eyes neteyam would secretly give you whenever you look away.

When you first told them how your voice got so deep all of them screamed from shock.

"wait so the acid of your stomach builded up while you were sleeping and damage your vocal cords and now your voice is stuck like this" neteyam repeated, Tsiyera gasped and quickly went to hug your side "you must've been in so much pain, I'm so sorry you went through that"

You hugged Tsiyera gently and said "it's ok, it's all in the past there's nothing I can do. Besides I sound cool." Aonung put all the dots together and gasped "is that why you're afraid of sleeping, (___)?" You giggled and responded "yes, you and Tsiyera would hum me to sleep and then cuddle-" "SHUT-"

You,aonung,and Tsiyera decided to suprise tonowari and Ronal doing dinner about your voice.

"Baba, can you pass me that fruit" you said acting normal, at first tonowari didn't notice it "of course son, here....wait did you just-" all three of you laughed while Ronal and tonowari looked at you with shock, tonowari asked "how long have you been speaking?" "A few weeks ago baba-" "and you two didn't tell us?" "Wait ma-i told them not to tell that I spoke before because I was afraid you would see me different.."

Ronal softened and told you "my son, no matter how your voice sounds like,how you look,how you act, we will love you either way." She said "but would you care to tell us, why your voice is so deep?" You looked at Tsiyera and aonung as they both nodded, you sighed and told them.

Ronal covered her mouth while tonowari had a look of horror, "I can't believe you had to go through that-does it still hurt?" Ronal asked "a bit ma but I can handle-" "nonsense, I will make some tea to ease the pain" you watched as she quickly stood up and collect some ingredients, tonowari was at your side putting a hand on your shoulder "you are a strong and brave warrior going through the pain like that, I'm proud of you." After that sentence you smiled "thank you baba."

Needless to say the family got even more overprotective-/hj

Eat children

#avatar 2 #avatar imagine #metkayina #aonung #tsiyera #ronal #tonowari #avatar: the way of water #neteyam #lo'ak #neteyam x male reader #neteyam x reader

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kayena1 · 4 months

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So this is going to be my first ever story. I don’t know how to start but I hope all of you reading it will enjoy!😊

Part 2

Chosen|pt1

Lay’ra was Jake’s and Neytiri’s first born daughter. But they didn’t love her no… they viewed her as an alien. Yes she had three fingers and a thumb, no eyebrows or anything, she didn’t inherit her father’s sky people genes, she looked like a normal na’vi except for her tail. Her tail was not slim like her mother’s or father’s. Her tail was thick like the one of metkayina. That was the reason for her becoming an outcast of her clan. They avoided her at all cost. A year after her birth her younger brother was born they named him Neteyam. After Neteyam there was Kiri then Lo’ak and the last was Tuktirey or Tuk as they called her.

Neytiri made a songcord for all of her children, meanwhile she forgot to do her oldest daughter’s songcord. Ley’ras grandmother Mo’at helped Ley’ra to make her own songcord from her birth to her connection to the tree of souls, to her siblings birth (a drop of blood in amber).

When Tuk was born Lay’ra didn’t have any bad intentions, she only wanted to hold her baby sister. She was old enough now that she was 9 years old. She wanted to hold her baby sister but Neytiri just hissed at her calling her every filthy name on Pandora to not touch her pure child. Every one from Neteyam(8) to Kiri and Lo’ak(7) got to hold Tuk but Lay’ra was the only one not to do it.

Neytiri hissed and shouted at the girl to get out of their home, like something snapped in her, Jake grabbed his daughters queue pulling her away from Neytiri who was still shouting at the scared girl until the girls grandmother came, slapped her fathers arms from her queue and took her away.

Mo’at was the only one to see her granddaughter for not the demon everyone called her but for a little skilled and curious girl. She was the only one that tough her anything eventually accepting her as her tsakrem. She saw how she bonded with the wild life and animals, small and big. She saw how the girl stumbled upon an ikran and asked it to be her friend. She saw the same ikran bonding with her granddaughter making tsaheylu without the roars of the animal or any resistance.

Mo’at took Lay’ra out of her family’s tent helping her granddaughter pack her stuff. She herself decided to send Lay’ra away to help her find happiness that her granddaughter oh so longed for.

After packing she hurriedly walked to her granddaughter’s ikran, in one hand a cloth full of Lay’ras things in other her granddaughter’s hand. Mo’at helped her granddaughter get up on her ikran patting her head and stroking her cheeks as she gave her the songcord. Her grandmother had already put a bead of amber with a drop of Tuktirey’s blood, to resemble that her sibling was born and she became a sister once again. Lay’ra stared at her songcord now having four of these kind of beads before looking at her grandmother.

“Grandmother… where should I go?” She asked scared and shock mixed on her face from not knowing what to do.

“Eywa will guide you, let the wind take you to a place that you could call home” Mo’at answered gently as not to worry her granddaughter further.

Mo’at kissed her granddaughter’s forehead, taking her small hand in her bigger one. She placed an earring in the little girls hand and earring that was made from the feathers and beads that her grandmother collected. The granddaughter looked at her grandmother one more time before launching herself at Mo’at and hugging her tightly, letting nothing but a few tears roll down her cheeks before she had to pull away.

“Grandmother, it is time for me to go” Lay’ra said looking into her grandmothers eyes, the same golden eyes they shared.

“Go, go and never come back, never come back here, find your own happiness, now go!” Her grandmother waved her hands in the air as if pushing her away when the only thing she wanted was for her to hug her granddaughter.

Lay’ra flew away taking one last glance at her home, the forest she was born at before patting her Ikrans side and turning to look forward.

10 hours she flew on her ikran, with no food only water. 10 hours she flew until she reached the Awa’atlu village. The village where the reef people lived. As soon as Lay’ra was in sight of the villagers she heard a horn blowing. She landed in the sand and jumped off of her ikran, gently breaking tsaheylu and patting her Ikrans head.

Lay’ra saw as the villagers of metkayina crowded her. She felt scared. The villagers looked at her tail mostly, wandering how a forest na’vi got a tail of the metkayina.

A minute passed before Lay’ra heard a woman’s voice telling the villagers to part and make way for her. Lay’ra looked at the beautiful woman, she was the tsahik of the metkayina Ronal. Lay’ra bowed and brought her fingers to her forehead lowered them.

“Oel ngati kameie” Lay’ra said to the woman who stayed silent, not returning the gesture only circling around the girl inspecting her. Finally Ronal stoped behind Lay’ra looking at her tail in curiosity before she crouched down and touched the girls tail.

Lay’ra startled by the touch flinched a little and turned to look at Ronal with a worried look on her face. She didn’t know what the other woman was thinking.

“I came to seek uturu” Lay’ra said lowering her eyes to the ground. Ronal just looked at the girl before placing her hand on the girl’s cheek.

“You have come far, stay” Ronal said her voice soft. The girl looked at Ronal before leaning in her hand as a few tears slipped down her cheeks, even if she was strong, she was just a child.

Ronal brought the girl in to her embrace and hugged her as the girl sobbed into the Tsahik’s neck. Ronal picked up the little nine year old girl and started walking to her home.

“We will let you stay” Ronal talked softly in to the girls ear. Lay’ra who never felt the warmth of a mother hugged Ronal tighter muttering “sorry” over and over again.

After Ronal brought Lay’ra to her home two little feet were heard running to her. And then a man’s voice broke the silence.

“Ronal who is that that you have with you?” Lay’ra immediately recognised the man, he was Tonowari the chef of the metkayina. Lay’ra felt overwhelmed and scared so she looked at Ronal with her racing heart trying to figure out what to do or what to say.

“It’s okay, don’t worry little girl” Ronal said to Lay’ra patting her back before she turned to her mate.

“This child was seeking uturu, I agreed, she will be staying with us” Ronal explained to Tonowari. Children were staring at the girl in wonder and curiosity, Tonowari slowly approached Ronal looking at the girl.

“Hello little girl, do you have a name?” Tonowari asked softly to which she relaxed.

“My name is Lay’ra te Suli Neytiri'ite” Lay’ra said quietly looking at Ronal’s children in wonder.

“Aren’t you Jake Sully daughter?” Tonowari asked only to be met with the watery eyes of the girl.

“No” Was all that Lay’ra managed to say before tears started to fall down her face. Ronal seeing what was happening crouched down so her children were able to see the girl. The two children looked at the girl curiously before slowly coming to their mother’s side inspecting the girl like their mother did a few moments ago. Lay’ra was still sobbing until she felt a little hand on her forearm patting her, it was a little boy and then she felt another hand on her shoulder which belonged to the little girl. Lay’ra wasn’t crying now. She looked at the children trying to figure out what they wanted until the girl spoke.

“I’m Tsireya and that’s my brother Ao’nung” Tsireya said softly.

”Im Lay’ra” Lay’ra replied softly as she looked at the children. Before looking at Ronal who was still holding her. Tisreya and Ao’nung looked at their mother.

“Mama can we play with Lay’ra?” Ronal head turned to Lay’ra nodding her head to her children.

“Lay’ra do you want to play with our children?” She asked the little girl which in return gave her a nod. Wiping her tears away she got out of the arms of Ronal who was still crouching and slowly walked to Tsireya and Ao’nung.

Ronal watch as the children started to play. Lay’ra smiling small smiles. Then she turned to her mate Tonowari before she stood up from her crouching position and spoke up.

“She’s going to stay with us”

“Why?” Tonowari asked her softly.

“I felt a pull to her when I first saw her, it was as if Eywa was telling me to take care of that little girl” Ronal said matching his soft tone as she watched the children playing together.

Lay’ra sensing that the adults were talking about her stopped and looked at them, Tonowari seeing this only smiled at the girl. Lay’ra returned her attention to the siblings who ran to her side. Lay’ra was taller than Ao’nung and Tsireya so she patted their heads with a smile on her face.

A month had passed since Lay’ra arrived at the Awa’atlu village. The girl picked up on sign language pretty quickly, she enjoyed learning. Ronal taught the girl about the clan and their way of life.

Lay’ra experienced what it was like to be wanted, to be seen. She clung to Ronal or Tonowari, played with Tsireya or Ao’nung. She started to warm up to other people. The people didn’t question her appearance, didn’t ask why she looked like a forest na’vi but had reef people tail, didn’t call her a demon or made her an outcast, Lay’ra felt like she belonged here. She felt happy.

Years passed and Lay’ra turned 16, Ao’nung was 15 and Tsireya 13. In that time Ronal and Tonowari decided to take the girl as their own, adopt her. Now Ronal was her mother Tonowari her father and Tsireya and Ao’nung were her siblings. Ronal helped the girl add the beads to her songcord, from the day she had to leave the forest, to the day she became one of the people, being the youngest to pass her Iknimaya at the age of 14 where she got her own skimwing. She brought shells that symbolised Lay’ras adoption into the family.

Everything was perfect, peaceful… until one day she heard the horn blowing. Looking at the sky she saw five ikran’s flying in to her village. Lay’ra was in the water swimming with her sister on their ilu.

She looked at her sister who was already looking at her, both of them nodded at each other and swam closer to the land.

When they reached the land both of them emerged from the water fixing their hair. Lay’ra saw darker blue colours amongst the lighter ones. Looking closer she recognised them as a forest na’vi with their slim hands and tails. She looked at the children firstly going around them slowly while Tsireya slapped Ao’nung on the arm to stop him from making fun of the newcomers. Looking at the children Lay’ra saw two boys and two girls. Going from what looked like the oldest to the youngest. It’s when she saw the parents that she stopped. She recognised them. She recognised the ones that gave her pain and suffering, she recognised Toruk Makto and his mate.

When Jake saw Lay’ra he looked at her as if he had seen a ghost. Neytiri turned a little bit paler in the realisation of who was standing in front of her. She exchanged glances with her husband before turning to Lay’ra, opening her mouth to say something she was interrupted with a skimwing flying above their heads. Lay’ra looked relieved at the one who was on the skimwing.

“Father!” The girl shouted with a relieved smile.

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Okay so this might be cringy or something but tell me your thoughts on it?

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dilfs-bitch · 1 year

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Oeyä | Tonowari (NSFW)

Pairing : Tonowari x Fem Omatikaya reader

Word count : 3k

Summary : Ever since your family is allowed to stay in Awa'atlu, you're drawn to the clan's Olo'eyktan. It all starts with just innocent glances until he catches you.

Warnings : Finger-fuck, hand job, sexual tension, inexperienced reader, age gap ( reader is nineteen and Tonowari in late thirties) exhibitionism, dirty talk, nsfw, oral sex (fem receiving), size difference, voyeurism.

Sorry if there are spelling mistakes, english is not my mother tongue

The first time was accidental.

It happened after the eclipse, right after you wait for your family to fall asleep to sneak out of the shared marui pod.

Just to take a dive in the warm bioluminescent waters of Awa'atlu, nothing else, or so you think, because every step you took away from the village, your amber eyes catch sight of that figure, almost like a blur diving into the sea.

It would only be a peek, the annoying little voice in your head said, perhaps incited by curiosity that guided your slightly silent feet closer. However, your heart stops beating for a few seconds, and your mind goes blank until your cerebellum sends commands to the rest of your body that hurriedly runs towards the village when you recognize that the blur was nobody but Tonowari.

The thought itself of the Olo'eyktan catching you was disturbing, yet it wasn't enough to you stop smiling as you returned to your marui pod.

Just because in your eyes he was the most handsome man you had ever seen, much more than the Omatikaya one, with his presence that exuded power and authority, the tattoos that adorned his body muscular. The fact was that you enjoyed seeing him swimming in all his glory, totally naked, the vision was even better than in your dreams, dreams that were inappropriate ever since your family is allowed to stay in the Metkayina clan, dreams that were so vivid ones that left the heat between your legs sticky in the next morning.

It seemed wrong to think and feel that way for a man of such position within a clan, old enough to be your father yet not enough to control your body, your heartbeat racing every time you saw him or the flush of your cheeks every time he greeted you as he had many times before, but now his face looked much prettier with that gentle smile that made your legs go weak.

You were being obvious, more than other times, although he seems oblivious to the effect he has on you.

A kind of effect as bad as a drug, that makes every part of your body beg to do exactly as you did that night. It was like taking an arrow in the dark with eyes shut that hits exactly on target.

Your knees were rested against the soft sand, your body hidden behind the dense stub of one the palm trees, your amber eyes were fixed, deliberately gazing at his large, muscular body so close to the shore. Unlike that night, your ears perked in excitement, it's even needed to hold your tail that are happily swinging from side to side between your blue fingers when upon watching he's naked. Maybe a silent warning to return to the village however your body is still, your eyes widen as you see his four-fingered hand wrap around his own erection, ready to relieve himself.

Something you could never understand, someone like him yet not claiming another mate after his first died giving birth to their daughter, despite the bond being lifelong, that didn't stop him from having another mate to help him with the burden of being clan chief, having a complete family again even helping him with the heat, which seemed unbearable according to your mated friends.

It was bearable for you, though it took a rather long time to get to know your own body, on days when you were in the heat or as a human said to each other at the outpost back on the omatycaia horny, just your fingers circling the bundle of nerve between your legs was more than enough for that feeling of ecstasy to take over your body totally stunned from the orgasm, even though at times, almost every time in fact, your body begged for something more, something that could go inside you filling you up completely. Once you even tried to use your own fingers as your friend Ya'nut had instructed you, but it felt weird…

Definitely different from now, an almost unbearable heat that spread like a fire through your belly when you heard the hoarse needy moan from the man who had his long, thin fingers enveloping his thick greenish length with the tip almost washed, the veins in his arm were prominence accentuated with the grip he keep on his own length, running his hands up and down slowly, his eyes are closed, his head tilted back slightly as his own hips gently pushed against his hand.

He groaned as his thumb moved against the bulbous tip that was leaking pre-cum, his sharp teeth grabbing his lower lip in anticipation of the heat building in his abdomen, about to overflow, almost like your own self-control desperately fighting that desire totally new that makes your mouth water when you hear the loud moans filling your ears that twitch with every sound coming from him, it's overwhelming the desire that runs through your body to be the only one holding his length giving him that relief he desperately craved, like the heat that grows between your legs, sticky, throbbing for release, throbbing uncontrollably to feel him inside you, covering you with his own musky scent.

It's disgusting be watching Tonowari in his most intimate moment like a pervert, it's disgusting your own thighs to tighten in search of some kind of relief, relief that perhaps would only be possible with your own fingers that push your own loincloth to the side to try to satisfy yourself with the sight so erotic before you, your fangs biting down on your own lips so hard to keep from escaping the moan that gets stuck in your throat as your fingers circle your neglected clit, your eyes roll back lost in the pleasure that leaves your body soaked, which makes your cunt clench around nothingness with a groan that rumbles from Tonowari's chest.

The name that repeated like an echo in your mind as your fingers stimulated your clit in similar movements to his, your back arched as you felt the tightness in your stomach, getting strong caused by the way he lightly pumps his own throbbing cock, desperate as he comes, guttural moans thundering from his parted lips becomes your own climax that catches your breath as shocks of pleasure course through your body.

Shame.

The only thing you feel, was stupid to keep going back to that place after the second time, you just knew, the rational part of your body begged you to stop because it knew something was coming.

And it came, worse than you imagined because now you've been caught.

“ Please don't tell my father Olo'eyktan” Your voice is pleading, but your eyes are fixed on the marui pod mat.

He wouldn't, telling JakeSully that he'd caught his oldest daughter spying on him didn't feel right, not when he'd done it on purpose.

A behavior that was not befitting for a man like him, for an Olo'eyktan to give in to his darkest desires, desires he tried Eywa knows he tried from the first day he laid eyes on you and your body with blood demon that made you stand out from others in everything, just like Ronal.

Maybe that's why he was so attracted.

It was wrong, he knew it was. However, that night he just needed a break, a dive in the sea to relieve the stress of his position within the clan, that's how it all started, a dark blue blur running back to the village. He knew it was one of Sully's children, perhaps even his mate. The thought even disgusted him, but deep down he knew it was you.

Your scent gave you away.

Heady scent, sweet mingled with the musk, sea breeze scent and that thing he didn't know what it was exactly but that made your scent unique, that attraction, your shy smile every time he greeted that become unbearable for him to contain his own erection, so he was seeking that kind of relief at that time of night alone stroking his own cock, the pleasure that becomes overwhelming because he could swear he could smell you as he palmed himself in those hot waters with only a thought in his mind what it would feel like to be so buried inside of you.

It's with that thought that for the next few days he does it on purpose, watching the way you smile every time you see him, your cheeks almost flushed as your eyes are fixed on his body as if you know every part of it, and you do. He felt foolish for not having realized earlier that it was you, the heady scent that flooded his nose was real.

It's wrong, he knows, and yet Tonowari does it anyway, like those nights. He goes to that furthest part of the village to swim naked to give himself that kind of relief, in just hope you're there watching him behind those palm trees.

And once becomes two, two becomes fours, four becomes ten until he loses count.

Until your body gives you away, and he has no option but to feign surprise at catching you.

“ Sit down “ He starts points to the mat waiting for you do as he said “ How many times? ”

He knew exactly how many, but he wanted to know if you would be able to lie to him, lie to your Olo'eyktan who desperately wanted to know why you kept watching him behind the palm trees in such an intimate moment, Tonowari intensely wanted to hear from your mouth that it was because you liked it, liked to see him at your mercy even if you didn't know it yet, touching himself like a teenager in heat.

“ Once, I swear sir ” You lie through your teeth.

" Why ? ”

A simple question that hides an obscene answer to say to a man old enough to be your father, a man who had already been mated, that gazing at you with those blue eyes persuading you to say the truth even if you would regret it later.

The heat envelops your face, you feel hot, bothered by his gaze that makes your voice come out almost as a whisper. ” I liked to see “

His ears twitch, his tail beats steadily against the mat, oh you like it. Maybe he could offer to do it in front of you, but it wouldn't be right, he shouldn't even think about it, yet he does it anyway, blinded by lust it tears at the nearly tattered thread of self-control he still had, but he wanted it for months and now that he's given the chance, Tonowari's not going to let it fade against his fingers like the seawater.

“ I could show you ” He says, his hand circling just above the base of his tail, ready to undo the knot of his loincloth.

Your ears quivered at what he has just said, your gaze finally meeting his for any hesitation, yet there isn't, is only Tonowari with his face almost close to your when he kneels in front of you, your figure towering about you who even sitting on the mat in his marui is still so small, looking so fragile just waiting to be taken care of, something he would gladly do if you would just let him.

“ But only if you let me between your thighs ”

Wait, he's waiting for an answer, but there's only your big amber eyes staring back at him with furrowed brows and slightly open mouth that makes him insanely hard, it's like you're doing it on purpose because you know the effect it has on him, or maybe you're oblivious to that fact and that's why it's taking so long to say yes, because the answer will be that, he knows just by the scent that comes from you.

He just needs you to say that, and he is more than happy to coax it out of you, Tonowari just needs his hand to finally undo the knot of his loincloth, his throbbing cock hitting his abdomen. He chuckles at how your eyes widen, that just serves to boost his own ego, he's spent months craving just a little of your attention and even though he's been getting it the last few days, the feeling was so much better now, it made you perfect in his eyes as he lifts his hand over the bare skin of yours thighs so silky that he's purring softly especially when his fingers tighten over the flesh and a moan escapes your lips, his cock twitches the bulbous tip leaking pre-cum.

Butterflies appeared in your belly at the sight and the sudden contact of his hand still wet on the skin of your thigh, maybe it was because you were still inexperienced, but being that first time feeling the touch of a man, it sets your body on fire, the tip of your nipple is erect against your coral top that barely covers your full breasts, the fabric of your loincloth is wet with the arousal of your sex that clench around nothing begging for pleasure, for something that can fill it and that's why there is no more time to think or feel ashamed.

It would be silly to say no, and if there was something you were never was silly.

“ Please Wari, let me see ”

“ Okay sevin, but first take off your tewng " He says, pleased with how quickly you do as he says.

It only takes a few seconds for your loincloth to fall beside you the same amount of time that his large, callused hand holds your thighs apart revealing your shiny pussy, it's the unbearable excitement that takes over his body, and he gives in, his other hand holding his length the thumb spreading his pre-cum over his cock like a type of lubricant that helps his hand glide up and down with ease, it was pleasurable but not enough.

He wanted you to give in to your desires too, so visibly that your own hole begging for pleasure tightens around nothing every time his hand pumps his cock, and yet he doesn't have to say anything, his breath hitches as you slowly drag a finger over your cunt, rubbing your clit. His ears were pulled back when an almost inaudible moan comes out of your lips, and he swears he feels his near gasp and that urgency dominate his own body when he realizes how inexperienced you seemed to be, is only confirmed with your movements matching his that watching your fingers just circle your clit not even paying attention to the rest of your body that seems on fire under the heat of his hand now under your top against your firm breasts, a unison moan caused by the grip on his cock and by his fingers that twists slightly between your nipples.

He's succumbing to the urge to mark every part of your body as his own, at which point he doesn't even care about his hand pleasuring himself, Tonowari just tries, almost giving up fighting the intense desire to bury his face between your legs, he desperately wanted to taste you on his tongue or know what it would feel like to have your pussy muscles clenching around his fingers, he had already forgotten how it felt, it had been so long since he had been mated with a woman, so long that only his hands pumping his cock no longer satisfied his pleasure he wanted so much more, he wanted to know what it would be like to fuck a woman again, what it would be like to fuck you even if it was just with his tongue.

And it's all so fast that even you can't quite figure out exactly what's happening, because the next instant Tonowari is lying face down on the marui mat, both his hands firmly gripping the sides of your thick thigh and his face is so close to your pussy that his warm breath blowing against it makes your body shiver in anticipation to finally knowing what that feeling you friends always talked about.

“ Your Olo'eyktan will take care of you sevin ” He kisses your inner thigh, his teeth grazing the skin. “ I'll fuck you like no man has the nerve to do ”

You sigh, the shiver running from the base of your tail up your spine at the immoral promise, it's so dirty but so lustful to hear it from a man like him who blatantly makes it obvious how much he wants you that leaves your mind blank, the thought mingled with the feeling of his real promise because his tongue licking a long swath from your wet entrance to your clit, resulting in your five-fingered hand fiercely gripping his braids take a muffled moan from the man between your legs. The vibrations go straight to your clit overwhelm you almost quickly, because it feels good, so good, better than you ever thought it would be. Your mind is clouded with that sensation of his rough tongue invading your insides, ravaging your soft walls as they contracted around his wet muscle.

Like the marui's rug, that's wet with the pre-cum leaking from its tip that rubs against it in search of pleasure, the kind of pleasure that burns through your body when suddenly his tongue is licking precisely your swollen clit and his fingers poking your entrance.

He smiles pleased, watching your beautiful golden eyes close in pleasure and your head tilt back as he finally inserts two of his fingers, it's slow, torturous, pleasurable unlike your own fingers that felt so dull inside you, different from Tonowari's fingers who pump in and out of you as if he were pulling a knot in your belly that unravels little by little each time his fingers go in and out, each time his tongue licks your sensitive clit like your ears that twitching at his breathing breathless that makes your eyes open to watch his hips moving against the rug, he wanted more too.

Looking desperate as he rubs himself like he's in heat, which feels contagious because it makes your hips stutter against his face, enjoying every caress on your clit that makes the inside of your belly tingle and your pussy clench uncontrollably around his soggy fingers, your arousal as he curls his fingers hitting that sweet spot that makes your fingers repeat his movements twirling your nipples under your fingers that make your legs tighten against his head, your heart pounding frantically, black dots fill your vision, the buzzing against your ears becomes mingled with the pumping of your blood that makes your legs tremble when you reach the limit as your voice that desperately screams his name like a prayer to Ewya Wari, Wari, Wari.

Desperate between your legs, hot, panting nearly suffocating with how long his face is pressed against your cunt eating you through your orgasm like his, coming closer so fast like an Akula after his prey. A loud growl resonating from his chest, and a muttering almost Inaudible that your ears manage to pick up making you open your eyes just in time to see his hips move against the mat one last time, and he comes, comes muttering your name like a curse.

Satisfied, finally he pulls away from your hypersensitive pussy that makes your body shiver when he kisses your clit that leaves a brief aftertaste of you in his nearly purple mouth, swollen, wet as the strands of hair released from his braid against his forehead caused by the strong grip of your hands that now feel weak as the rest of your body that almost falls against the mat but instead your face rests against his sweaty muscular torso when the palm of his hand rests on your back.

" Was it too much for you, sevin ? " He smiles, kissing the top of your head.

The answer is sure yes, it was too much, it was too good better than any sensation you could ever feel, but now your voice is stuck in your throat. Even if your mouth opens, nothing comes out, because now that all the excitement is starting to wear off place the shame that becomes too much, and you hide your face in his pectoral.

" You got all shy now, why sevin? Wasn't that good ? " His hand lingering hold with a soft, grip on the joint of the back of your neck pulled you away from his pectoral to face him.

So close that his warm breath blows against your face, their lips almost touching as his blue eyes wait impatiently for an answer, an answer he already knows.

" It was good Olo'eyktan" You say, closing your eyes, leaning in for a kiss.

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sunandsstars · 11 months

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YAWNETU

CHAPTER 8

Tonowari x Ronal x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: With her arrival in Awa’atlu, reader seeks to find a sanctuary for her family, one that she may find in two particular individuals

Warnings: Implies drowning, mentions death

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: Guess who’s back!! 😝😝also pls pls pls double check if your name is on my taglist! if it’s on there 2x drop me a message and i’ll remove one of them, just clears some space and organises me! And thank you so much for being so patient!

The next few months became repetitive, lessons on how to be a Metkayina, lessons on how to be a Tsahìk, spending time with Tonowari and Ronal. It was a comfortable routine ___ got herself into, she was happy here in Awa’atlu. Her babies were safe and healthy, she was safe and healthy.

But sometimes she would be reminded of her home back in the forests, her people, her old mates, Spider.

She missed him.

___ continues to weave a new top, made of dried seaweed and shells, she enjoyed these new garments and loved wearing and designing them in her free time. They were much more freer to wear than the leather she was more used to growing up. Her mind drifted to Spider once more, wondering if the toddler was ok and if he was safe with Norm and the other tuwtute. She knew they would take good care of him, but she could not help but think he would be in better care with her. His mother.

Shaking her head she huffed, placing the half finished top onto the floor and turned her head to look out the marui, watching the waves dance in the afternoon sun, eclipse would be upon them soon and she planned to take Sylwaì and Syatxì to see the bioluminescence of the ocean. They were able to swim, being fast learners, and often had swimming lessons with Ao’nung and other Metkayina babies. Their teacher said they fit right in, it made her happy they were accepted as apart of the people despite their obvious differences.

“mmm” a mumble interrupted her train of thoughts, she looked at the source and saw Syatxì crawling his way towards her. “mmma”

“Kaltxì ‘itan” she picked him up and nuzzled her nose to his, smooching his forehead. The twins have grown quite well, now able to move about and starting to sound out words, Ronal said it would be soon they will begin to walk and talk. “Hmmm, your hair needs to be braided again” ___ talked to herself, looking at the slight exposure of her sons queue and turned him around, getting to work.

Her nimble fingers skilfully crossed over sections of hair at the crown of his head, creating a pattern that her mother taught her in a time long passed. Tying off the end of the braid the mother looked to the setting sun, purples and oranges erupting in the sky, it was almost time to take them outside.

___ stood from her seated position, picking up her son and balancing him on her hip, head swivelling to her rolled out sleeping mat and seeing Sylwaì sat up and waving around a carved out toy of an ikran. His mother smiled and walked towards him, “come on baby” she squatted and scooped him up, settling him on her other hip.

Even when the Pandoran skies darken and eclipse has taken place, the village of Awa’atlu is still active with its people. She smiled and greeted some weavers who walked by her on the elevated platform, she assumed they are going towards the forest to look for more materials. “Have you seen Ronal?” she asked them before they left her sights, the Tsahìk agreed to join her on her expedition with her own son, seeing that this bonding activity will prove beneficial for all.

“She is on the beach the last we saw” one of the men shrugged and pointed in the direction of the east end of the shoreline, waving as ___ thanked him and strolled towards the direction she was pointed to.

But as she arrived on the beach, there was no Tsahìk, or anyone for that matter. The beach was deserted save for a few Na’vi children running around by the mangrove roots. ___ chirped in confusion, yellow eyes darting left and right as she walked closer to the waters edge. “Ronal?” she called out, her sons humming and bouncing with contained excitement.

“I am here” a head poked out of the deeper ends of the water, a grin slowly forming its way onto the Metkayinan’s face. She brought up Ao’nung who squealed when he was swung in the air, laughing at the exhilaration he feels. “We arrived early and my son was impatient, I apologise flower”

Flower.

It was a nickname that Tonowari originally came up with, comparing her to one of the fauna he spotted while deep diving outside the reef. When he brought it back and showed it to his mate and friend, the Tsahìk instantly adapted to call ___ it, why would she not? When the petals were the most prettiest shade of dark blue and the middle was a gorgeous colour of amber, like her eyes. Oh Eywa.

The former Omaticayan flushed slightly but shook it out of her mind. ‘She is just being nice’ she told herself. If only she knew.

___ slowly waded herself through the water, feeling soft wet sand underneath her toes. Her ears wriggled at the sound of childish giggles from her two sons, their tails being touched by the slightly warmed sea. Soon their bodies were enveloped, saved for their heads which ___ kept above water. Even though they may have been good in their lessons, she knew their body is still not well suited for the reefs, more for the forests. So she took great care to watch over them better than the Metkayina children.

“Sa’nu!” Ao’nung cried out, seeing the bluer Na’vi getting closer to them. ___’s heart froze up slightly, eyes going straight to her Tsahìk with pointed down ears. She did not expect for the boy to call her mummy, as she is not the one who mothered him.

Ronal’s tail swished harshly under the water, a bashful look overcoming her face. She knew she was partly at fault, she always brought the boy around the women and her children, never made it clear who ___ was to her. Ao’nung saw a women who was close with his mother and decided that she too would be worthy of the title.

She did not bother correcting him.

“I am sorry-“

“You do not have to be. I saw this coming. Ao’nung does take a large liking to you ___. But I apologise if it makes you uncomfortable” Ronal turned towards the walls of her village in the sea, watching the small fires lit on the outskirts where the canoes continue to row.

“Kehe. It does not make me uncomfortable. I just did not expect it” ___ did not see the grin that formed on the others face.

“Za’u. We will go deeper with ilus” Ronal made a call and a small swarm of creatures swam over to them, clicking and singing in happiness. Ao’nung reached out to tap one on the head with his four fingers, squealing when the tiny ilu nudged his round tummy.

___ let Sylwaì and Syatxì make tsaheylu with the smaller ones, knowing that it is normal to do so gives her comfort. Ilus are like pa’li, but more sociable and safer to bond with.

The boys little fingers grip the tiny reins that connect the animals queues together and slowly swam off to find Ao’nung while their mother established the bond herself on a much larger ilu, following closely behind.

The family dove under the surface, watching as the reef became alive with bright colours. Even though ___ has seen it all before, Pandora never fails to take her breath away. She turned her head to the left to sign to her companion. “Where should we go?”

“I think it is time I show you our spirit tree”

If the Omaticayan was out of the water she would gasp with delight. She has heard from the elders that their spirit tree lies within the cove of ancestors not far from their village, they told her that unlike the giant tree she was used to back in the forest, it is more like a large bundle of sea weed. She was most excited to see it and wanted to venture out herself, but she knew that she needed permission from the Tsahìk or be accompanied by another villager. This may be her home now, but the spiritual tree is something that is most sacred.

Ronal saw the growing excitement on her face and grinned a rare smile.

This will be a night neither one would forget.

The cove of ancestors was better at eclipse, she has been told. But seeing it in person surpassed all expectations. Sylwaì was now huddled in her arms, while her other son and Ao’nung stayed with Ronal, the two small ilus having a chance to take a well deserved break.

“Look down there, flower”

The glow of the spirit tree shone a bright purple and pink hue, its leaves swayed prettily in the deep ends of the waters, curling and twisting to create a giant mass of virtue.

“It is beautiful. Unlike anything I have ever seen”

“Srane…” blue eyes clashed with yellow and the world came to a standstill, if the children were not here, she would surely confess her feelings.

Ao’nung noticed the tree and immediately wriggled in his mothers hold, wanting to go down and see for himself, splashing in the water and swimming to the very top leaf.

Ronal sighed and rolled her eyes slightly at the interruption but smiled a little, diving after him while still holding Syatxì, not waiting for her friend to follow.

After taking a large breath, the two at the surface dove down and followed after the others. Going towards the more shallower tip of the tree to ensure the children would not eventually lose their breath.

“Make the bond” Ronal signed, connecting her hands together and then taking Syatxì’s queue, touching the pink tips of the braid to the tree. “And do not worry, Eywa will give them air”

___ nodded in trust and did the same to Sylwaì and then herself. Feeling a familiar calmness wash over her, watching the colours around fade into a tunnel.

The eye of Eywa.

The lush green grass and tall trees of the forest was not what she expected when she opened her eyes again. But to be honest she did not expect anything.

Laughter filled her pointed ears and she turned around, following the sounds as her feet guided her towards a pretty river with a large waterfall just a few meters up ahead. She recognised the area, it was one from her childhood, an area nearby home tree that her mother and father always took her to.

“My my, you certainly have been busy”

“Sempul!”

___ cried out and crashed into the man who sired her for as long as she lived. She was devastated when her parents went off to fight in the war, both being strong and respected warriors in the clan, but she mourned so much when she found out that they did not live. ___ did not get a chance to see them for a long time since her pregnancy and her arrival in Awa’atlu, not until now.

“Mawey ‘ite. Mawey” Her father pulled back and brushed his daughters loose hair from her face, noting the lack of braids. “Healthy grandchildren. Eywa had blessed us with a wonderful family, one that we hope will grow even larger?”

The young women blinked once. Then twice. Confusion fulling her face. “Sempul…What do you mean. I have not met anyone recently. Not since…”

“Those kalweyaveng. They did not deserve you daughter” ___’s mother approached from the water, holding her grandsons on her hips who played with her beaded hair. “We are glad you have found refuge with the reef Na’vi. They have been kind to you, yes?”

“Srane”

“Of course they have Hìfey, you have seen the way the clan leaders treat her. I would not be surprised if they get together soon. That will happen yes?”

“Father!”

“Kehe. He is right ‘ite. They treat you like a mate, her son calls you mother. Do not give me that look. We see and hear through Eywa” Hìfey rolled her large eyes and smiled softly, watching as silent tears welded in her beautiful child’s eyes. “My heart, there is no need to cry. Tell them how you feel”

___ sniffled and turned back to hug her father once more for comfort. “What if they reject me. Treat me like Jake and Neytiri. What if they cast me out. I cannot let my sons live as an outcast forever sa’nok”

Hìfey shared a look with her husband, one of understanding, a look that needed no words. “Daughter, I refuse to believe that would happen. Have faith my child. Everything will be alright, trust us. Trust Eywa”

And with that, her eyes closed in complete bliss. Heart slowing down as a bright light washed over her vision, she will tell them how she feels.

It is time for a new beginning.

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queentheweeb · 1 year

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Ronal x Fem Metkayina Reader X Tonowari

A/N: You are pregnant and about to give birth, no heavy description of a birthing scene

Part 2, Final Part

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"Those skxqwngs really couldn't put the argument aside and be here for me." Your water had broke early this morning and you were in active labor ready to push any minute now and Tonowari wasn't here, the argument that the two of you had at the forefront of your mind

You were pacing back and forth a little upset because all you wanted was to sleep and cry but, apparently you weren't the only one to have been upset. Ronal had an attitude with the clan and was taking it out on Tonowari and in turn, he was taking it out on you which you didn't appreciate. Ronal was headstrong, stubborn, and can be rude when she wants or she feels she is right in a certain situation. However, Tonowari is just like her but, a male version with a bigger soft spot for kids than her. Whenever the two of them got into it, usually you were the mediator or one or the other will take it out on you which normally you can handle but, at the moment you couldn't. You really couldn't.

"Why are you so angry Wari?" Maybe it was his anger clouding his mind and judgment but, he looked at you as if you just disrespected him which is impossible.

"Now I'm not allowed to be irritated? To feel? Don't try to patronize me." He had a snarl on his face staring down at you as you looked up at him in visible confusion. Here he goes taking his anger out on you that Ronal is the cause for.

"I never said that-" He huffed walking closer to you until your very pregnant and heavy belly touched his bare skin

"I would prefer that you didn't speak at all. The silence is much better." Your jaw dropped and he simply squinted his eyes and left the Marui without a word leaving you to stand there in both disbelief and your heart hurting. A few minutes later Ronal came in just as pissed and angry at the world with a worried Tsireya on her hip. Here we go, it was going to be one of those days with them.

"Ma Ronal-" She cut you off with a hiss which shut you up.

"That man was right about one thing, you not shutting up. Be quiet for once." You couldn't help it as you watched her leave and a worried Tsireya caught you crying. You sat down on the floor angry and hurt that both of your mates had the audacity to speak to you in such a manner. You were carrying your guy's son! It wasn't fair.

Not long after that argument did Ronal's and Tonowari's mothers come in just knowing you were upset. They were so sweet as they comforted you and told you that Ronal and Tonowari had gone to cool off, on a hunt. While they were with you, your water broke and they called in a healer next to the Tsahik to prepare you since Ronal and Tonowari had left which left you in the predicament you were in now.

"Y/N, ma'ite, it's time. I can see the head, take a deep breath and push for me okay?" You were whining wishing Ronal and Tonowari were here to watch you give birth. You don't even know why they would want to argue and take it out on you when you were this close. Now they were going to miss their son's birth over petty shit that had nothing to do with you.

"Push ma'ite" Ronal's mom was holding your head and neck while squeezing your hands while Tonowari's mom was in between your legs. You gave three good pushes seeing black spots across your vision.

"Come on Ma'ite. You're so close, one more you got this." You took a deep breath and with a scream the baby was out, screaming to the world. He was instantly placed on your chest as both women worked to clean you up of fluids and blood while you held your boy close to your chest. He was gorgeous with a head full of hair. You thought about how Ronal and Wari weren't here to see him but, that is their fault. They are too stubborn. When Ronal's mom was within reach, you reached a shaky hand out to get her attention

"Ma sa'nuk was Ronal always so stubborn and taking her anger out on everyone." You needed to know if she was always like this or if was it when she invited you to be with her and Tonowari. She sighed placing a cool rag on your head that felt amazing while the other mother was getting food for you. Your son started crying so you latched him onto your breast to feed.

"Yes Ma'ite, ma Ronal has always... been headstrong, stubborn, always wants to be right and never apologized but, she has a good heart. Sometimes she allows her pride to get in the way of her feelings which is not good...She will come around." Well, you knew that but, you were still angry and hurt that they missed your son's birth for something so petty.

"I'm not happy with her or Tonowari. While they are out bonding, they took their anger out on me and left me alone to give birth. I made sure I was with her but, she couldn't give me the same respect. She knew I was due, she's Tsahik, they know all." Your son Aonung, you decided to name him Aonung, cried a bit and you brought him up to burp him and hold him close. You were covered on your privates with a thin blanket that allowed the ocean-side breeze to cool off your body. The two moms said nothing except to make sure you eat. Once you ate, that's when you felt tired and decided to take a nap right along with Aonung

"Rest Ma'ite." You did as instructed laying on the mat and falling asleep within seconds, your son cooing softly in your ear and exhausted from the whole birthing experience.

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Ronal and Tonowari were on their way back from hunting as well as...some bonding time they had to work out their frustrations feeling better when they saw both of their moms on the beach waiting for them setting alarm bells off in their heads. They got off their Tsuraks bringing the net with the fish to the others for the communal dinner later eyes never leaving their moms.

"Ma-"

"Mother-" They were both cut off by twin hisses making their ears pin back wondering by the Grace of Eywa what they did to earn their parents hissing at them

"So you guys made time to fish and fuck but, not the time to apologize and stay with Y/N" Ronals mother was staring at both of them with a deep frown on her face. Ronal and Tonowari were alarmed now, what happened to Y/N? Was she okay? Was the baby okay? They were about to take off to their shared Marui when they were stopped by both women in front of them

"While you were gone doing frivolous activities, Y/N gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She named him Aonung." Wari's mother was extremely disappointed in them and that was somehow worse than the rage that was on Ronal's mother's face. They felt guilt swallow them whole itching now to go to the Marui and grovel at your feet for forgiveness. "She is not happy with either one of you. She is resting and you will allow her that much. Make yourself busy for the time being I'm sure that's not hard." Thoroughly scolded the mothers who left their children on the beach to think about their actions and both how and what they were going to do to try and fix this.

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When you woke up, you felt much better than before and smiled down at Aonung who was content sleeping and holding a lock of your hair. Your hand rested on his little body feeling him breathe up and down. Ronal carried your guy's first child, Tsireya, and this time you carried Aonung your guy's second child. You can tell he was going to be spoiled with so much love. A small part of you prayed he wouldn't be as rude and stubborn as Ronal and Tonowari because those two were more than enough. Your ears picked up on soft footsteps turning to the entrance only to frown when you saw Tonowari and Ronal with their ears pinned back, looking guilty and their tails wrapped around their legs

"Ma Y/N" You hissed lowly at them to keep from waking up Aonung taking in their genuine surprise. You never hissed at them before so you understood the shock but, you were genuinely upset with them.

"Don't Ma Y/N me. You two always do this to me. You both get in an argument and then you take your anger out on me when I try to help and then the two of you disappear to fuck and bond and come back to me all happy and better forgetting about the shit you did and said to me. I don't get an apology or anything you'll just make me food or take out hunting but, both of you are too damn stubborn and prideful to admit when you're wrong. You rather pretend nothing happened but, not this time. You both missed your son's birth for no reason at all. Ronal you're Tsahik you knew how close I was and still left with Tsireya. Sometimes I hate that I mated with you two." That triggered something in them because they both physically flinched and looked like they might cry.

"Don't say that, you don't mean that." They both sank to their knees never breaking eye contact with you. You felt your heart tugging wanting to comfort both of them but, this time it was your pride in the way for once.

"The two of you don't treat me as a mate half the time. I don't spend one on one time with either one of you, the three of us hardly go out, when we are bonding the two of you bond more than you do with me. Everything is with each other and the two of you act like you regret me being here. The both of you were mean for half of my pregnancy." Tsireya was with her grandmothers so you didn't have to worry about her overhearing the three of you.

"We had duties-" This time you growled at Ronal halting her in excuses

"That's an excuse. Do not use your duties because the two of you were sure to disappear on hunts, on collecting herbs and fruits, just sitting on the beach calling it 'duties' when the two of you needed time. Where was I in all this? Taking care of said duties so no one won't notices. Was I invited? Did you think to invite me? No, I'm not good enough for that but, I'm good enough to make an heir and care for the people when you guys don't. What about me? I wasn't cared for. The two of you disappoint me time and time again and I am just tired." You were panting glaring at both of them as they stood silent taking your berating. You scoffed sitting up with Aonung and handing him over. "His name is Aonung, hold him." You watched as Ronal reached out first and you tugged your hands back fast baring your teeth at both of them. "I do not want the two of you to touch me." You were actually begging for them to touch you but, you were still angry and so hurt. You can only hope that Eywa gives you the strength to deal with this. With them.

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Okay, I made this much more angsty than intended, and now it needs a part 2 so that's something to look forward to!

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onskepa · 1 year

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Hi, i was wondering if you could do a small one-shot or hand cannon about platonic reader with tonowari’s family, as in she’s his and ronal’s daughter, maybe younger then ao’nung but older then tsireya? and everyone loves her and she’s like the favorite child and the whole village enjoys her presence kinda thing? lol i just wanna be the favorite child for once (thank you in advance if you decide to make this request!)

Hello sweetie! This one was cute to write! I enjoyed writing your request!

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Paskalin

It was a glorious bright day when the second child of Tonowari and Ronal was born. Their second child and their first daughter. As is the Metkayina clan, by customs and traditions, their sweet daughter was born within the ocean and by instinct swam up. Ronal's spirit sister, Roa, was there to see her sister's child come up for air.

It was a day to celebrate, Tonowari held his new born daughter in his big arms, showing her to the entire clan. Ronal was tired and was attended to by the other healers. Ao'nung was happy! he was a big brother and soon will have his new best friend to play with!

The celebration went on until night time arrived. Many na'vi went to Tonowari and Ronal, giving them gifts like clothes, toys, blankets, nutritional food for their new baby. Ronal felt very blessed by Eywa, thanking her great mother and has said many prayers dedicated to Eywa.

As time went on, their dear daughter was growing up with a compassionate heart, would smile and laugh at the simplest of things. When Tonowari was throwing the net out to the sea, his sweet child would laugh. When Ronal would weave some shells, causing them to make sounds, the sweet child would laugh. Her laughter was medicine to her parents ears, a joyous sound they would never get tired of.

Ao'nung would take his big brother title very seriously, while he was only 2 years older, the boy would do his best to take care of his baby sister, even if he fails hilariously. Ronal feels at ease that her son would watch over his cute sister, but at times Ao'nung either forgets, or cant comprehend that his sister isn't old enough to do certain things yet.

One of them being little Ao'nung tried to put his baby sister on his fathers skimwing. Had it not been for one of the warriors noticing, things would have gone bad.

Once the baby began to walk, it was a sight to remember forever. Tonowari, Ronal, and Ao'nung were each doing something in their home, when just suddenly, their sweet girl began to get up, and slowly but surly, began to take her first steps. Ronal gasped, making her mate and son see what she is seeing.

And then there was a competition on who can get the girls attention. Tonowari won, when his daughter walking towards him and into his arms, he was happy. He spined her around, lifting her up in he air, saying his thanks to Eywa, he was a proud father.

Once the girl got better at walking, she would follow either one of her family. Would follow her mother to help others, and would try her best to do the same. The people in the clan were touched by the compassion the young baby has.

She would follow her father, and would grab a stick pretending it was her own spear. Tonowari would show her how to hold it and her little chest would puff out in pride. Making tonowari do the same.

She would also follow her big brother Ao'nung and his best friend Rotxo. They would play in a safe spot so she can play too, hanging out with the ilu's or swim a bit. She loved having fun.

Soon the entire clan would nick name the young girl, "Paskalin" a fitting name. When Paskalin was 4 years old, her baby sister, Tsireya was born. Paskalin and Ao'nung were so happy! a new siblings and a new play mate!

Tsireya was a sweet girl, and her idol was her big sister. Tsireya would follow Paskalin more than she would with Ronal. Tsireya loved her big sister and would follow her manners. From how softly spoken, to how to gently tend to the people.

Tsireya is among the many who love Paskalin, for she was wise, sweet, compassionate, loving and very beautiful. She was the gem of the island. Tonowari and Ao'nung would push away any young na'vi men who wish to court their beloved Paskalin. Ronal sees that no one is worthy or good enough for her first born daughter. Tsireya believes if given a chance, her sister would find the right mate.

Paskalin however, is in no rush to find a mate, or to be the Tsahik. She merely desires to enjoy her life on her beloved island and help those in need. Paskalin would be what many call, Eywa's blessing. And many agree.

Paskalin = 'honey' (term of endearment) lit.: sweet berry

And that is it for this one! This was cute ngl. Enjoy!

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lovebeinaprincessworld · 1 year

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Forgiving love (Aonung x reader)

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Description: Despite him pestering your twin and siblings, you couldn’t help yourself - you fell for the tall Metkayina. You didn’t expect it to be that hard.

Warnings: insecure reader, a lil angst (but happy ending as always) and danger, suggestive but no smut, Aged!up characters, Aonung is about 20 here and reader 18

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You really missed your home dearly, but you had to admit it was getting easier to bear the more you adjusted to the Metkayina way of life. At first you and your siblings had a hard time adjusting, but you were slowly getting the hang of it. Tsireya was a wonderful teacher, she was always so patient with all of you and really gave her best to help you, which wasn’t always easy.

Your bodies were different and not made for the reefs, and that was something she couldn’t change with her kindness, eventhough your twin looked at her as if she could move the stars. You thought it was cute, Tsireya seemed like the perfect match for your reckless and rulebreaking brother. He was your complete opposite, but that’s what made you two work as twins, your calm and gentle nature grounding him and his outgoing character pulling you out of your shell.

Tsireyas brother was a different story. He was also assigned by his father - the Olo’eyktan - to teach you the way of their people, but he hated you all from the start. He called your brothers and Kiri demons, bullying them with his friends and acting like a total skxawng. And your heart still sped up everytime he was near you. He had never actually insulted you or anything though, your siblings just as confused about that as you. Maybe it was because he knew that Neteyam and Lo’ak would beat him for messing with their little sister - yes, Lo’ak insisted you were his younger sister, being born ten minutes before you.

You thought of the way Aonung had looked at you when you first arrived in Awa‘atlu, his pretty blue eyes piercing yours with an intensity that still made your knees weak. He kept his distance, not being mean but also not being nice, just staring at you. It made you nervous, not being able to interpret what he meant with his stare - was it curiosity or disgust?

What you didn’t know was that you had captured Aonungs attention from the moment he first laid his eyes on you. He thought you looked different, but he thought you were beautiful right away. He would never admit that of course, no matter how much his skin heated up when you looked at him, or how much his heart fluttered in his chest. He tried to deny and suppress any feelings that were blossoming, instead busying himself with harassing your siblings. Not you though - he couldn’t bear the thought of you being sad because of him, no matter how much he hated himself for it.

They were supposed to teach you how to ride Ilus today, Lo‘ak went first, probably trying to impress Tsireya. That didn’t go the way he wanted it to though. You were standing in the water next to Tuk and Rotxo, giggling a little when your brother fell off his Ilu ungracefully. Tsireya had to laugh too, but the way she convinced your brother to try again assured you that she really liked him.

You couldn’t stop your own eyes from finding their way to her brother, he was standing a little farther from you, laughing about your brother with his friends. It was in a different kind of way though - not in a happy, nice one, he was being mean. Your smile fell and when he met your eyes, you looked away quickly.

He hated how the smile faded on your face when you saw him and his friends laughing about your stupid brother, his own laugh stopping as well. The way you refused to meet his eyes made his chest feel constricted, and he decided just this once he would be nice to you. He left his slightly confused friends behind and made his way over to you, Rotxo seeing him and ushering away your little sister. That boy noticed more than he thought.

You were wondering why Rotxo took Tuk away, when suddenly you felt another presence next to you. „(Y/N)“, his voice was deep and the way he said your name sent a shiver down your back. „Aonung“, you couldn’t help but smile shyly, your body betraying your mind.

His speech was momentarily disabled, his eyes wide while taking in your beautiful smile and blushed cheeks. „Come on, I’ll teach you“, he kept it short, nodding his head to a spot a few meters away and turned around to go there. He could feel you following him, unconsciously clenching his back muscles with a smirk - he could feel your eyes roam over them.

You were confused - why was he offering to teach you? He hadn’t been happy to help you all from the start, and now his sister was already teaching you - he could’ve easily gotten out of this one. So why was he anyway? He moved his hands through the water, pulling clicking noises from his throat to call for an Ilu. Eywa, why were the smallest things he did so attractive. When one of the Ilus stopped infront of him, he beckoned you over and you slowly made your way to stand next to him.

The tall Metkayina was towering over your small frame, placing his large hand on your back to push you in the direction of the animal. The Ilu turned its head, your hand automatically raising carefully to stroke its soft skin, happy noises leaving its throat. A smile spread across your face, the Ilus were really sweet. Suddenly two big hands grabbed your waist, completely engulfing it and picked you up without effort, setting you down on top of the large animal.

You let out a startled gasp, your small hands grabbing onto his and he couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Eywa help him, you were so cute. It was so hard to pull his hands back, already missing the feeling of holding you before he even let go, but he did let go and stepped next to you. He couldn’t help but lay one of his hands on your back, the more he was touching you the less he could control his feelings.

„Make tsaheylu and hold on sevin“, you felt the blush spread down your neck when he called you pretty, you were so whipped for this man. You did as you were told, feeling the animal underneath you and holding on tightly. „You need to hold on with your thighs at first, otherwise you’ll fall like your brother“, he explained gripping your thigh firmly and putting it in the right position.

Your were speechless, where was all this affection and touchiness coming from? Your heart really couldn’t keep up with this and your Ilu was consequently also restless underneath you. „Mawey (Y/N), you need to calm down“, he told you, but the smirk on his face was telling you he enjoyed this. His hand snuck to your waist to keep you steady and your face got even hotter.

„Aonung“, you could only manage to whisper, your voice not quite working and he enjoyed every second of your reaction to him. „What is it?“, he grinned and squeezed your waist, his big hand covering most of your back. „I can’t“, you were shocked by how frozen you were under his gaze, you were shy most of the time, but he had you completely at his mercy.

„You can’t calm down? Why?“, he played dumb with you, stepping even closer and peering into your eyes from above. „You’re touching me“, you pressed out, ashamed by admitting he made you nervous, but you were never good at lying. One reason why Lo’ak didn’t like to take you with him when he did something he wasn’t supposed to.

Aonung chuckled at your confession, he loved your soft and innocent nature. „Alright pretty girl, let’s see what you’ve got“, he squeezed your waist one last time before letting you go, and after a few deep breath (that seemed to go in and out easier now that he didn’t have his hands on you) you gently urged your Ilu to move.

Unbeknownst to you your brothers were looking at the both of you with a scowl. „Why the fuck is he touching her like that“, Lo’ak seethed, Tsireya was occupied with Tuk, and Kiri just rolled her eyes at her brothers. „You two are really blind“, she didn’t like the Olo’eyktans son either, but he was obviously enamored with you, and maybe that would help them get accepted here faster. „What? What do you mean?“, Lo’ak was on high alert, after all you were his little twin sister he had to make sure you were okay. Kiri just walked over to Tsireya. „Hey! Don’t walk away!“, he called out and followed after her, Neteyam on his heels - he wasn’t as loud in his concerns but he was just as wary about Aonung.

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You needed a break from your brothers constant questioning, you were just glad that your father hadn’t heard them yet, you would probably never be allowed to go anywhere without an escort again. You had found an empty stretch of beach after dinner where you could have some peace and quiet for a while, just trying to process Aonungs touchiness over the last few days.

You were unsure what to make of it, he wasn’t mean before but you still weren’t convinced he was being genuine. Maybe he just liked to get a rise out of your brothers, he was always bullying them anyway. You were actually scared that he was messing with you, you really liked him, your feelings had only grown over the last few days with all that touching and calling you pretty. Your heart would be seriously broken if he would’ve been playing with you, but it was your fault - you were playing right into his cards with your reactions.

Before you could sink into you dark thoughts too much, you heard footsteps in the sands and your ear twitched in annoyance. If Lo’ak was telling you to stop talking to Aonung again, you would kick him in the shin. „Why so unhappy pretty girl?“, your heart skipped a beat when you heard Aonungs voice, his large body sitting down next to you at the shore.

The ocean was spending some light with its bioluminescence, and when you looked at him his freckles were glowing so prettily you couldn’t help but blush. Eywa, your body was such a traitor. „Just my brothers“, you mumbled, looking back at the horizon, but his eyes didn’t leave you.

Aonung just couldn’t resist when he saw you sitting there all alone, since he had helped you with riding your Ilu, he couldn’t keep his hands away from you. He was less and less annoyed with his own feelings, brushing off his friends when they asked about his behavior. He loved your reactions to him, just like your pretty blush and glowing freckles right now, your disgruntled brothers were just an added bonus. You looked different than the Metkayina women, but he loved it.

„Yes they can be annoying“, he chuckled and moved a little closer to you, your arms almost touching. You only sighed and rolled your eyes at his statement. „Why are you out here all alone?“, you asked him, wondering why he wasn’t with his family or his mean group of friends - except for Rotxo, he was a sweetheart.

„Ah“, he sighed, remembering why he fled his family’s marui, „my parents are constantly talking about me choosing a mate, discussing the best options and I needed a break.“ When he tried to think of the options his parents were discussing he suddenly came up blank, the only woman in his mind was you - and that startled him for a moment.

„Oh“, you were shocked by his honesty, you didn’t think he would talk to you about serious topics, „you don’t want to choose a mate yet?“ You we’re looking at him with curious eyes, he was so handsome and he was one of the best warriors and hunters, not to mention the future Olo’eyktan, he could probably choose whoever he wanted, so why didn’t he? A constricting feeling took a hold of your chest.

„That’s not it“, you’ve never seen him look so conflicted, the crease between his eyebrows deep and worried, „I want someone I love, someone I see, not the best in that or the strongest in whatever.“ You hummed in agreement, you knew how he felt, your oldest brother was supposed to choose a mate before you left aswell, and he was conflicted too. You yourself hadn’t put too much thought into choosing someone yet, you had only just become an adult when you left your clan, but Aonung was two years your elder and the pressure was harder on him.

„Is there no one in the clan that you like?“, you wondered, but the thought of seeing another girl in his arms made you swallow down the lump in your throat. He didn’t answer, instead opting to gaze into your eyes, making you incredibly nervous and flustered. „Do you have your eyes on someone?“, he countered your previous question and you looked away when he leaned forward.

He had to admit he was a little worried you would say the name of another male, the thought of you being another’s mate made his instincts go crazy. Just like him you didn’t answer, but he interpreted the way you gazed up at him through your lashes in a positive way. He grinned to himself, grabbing your hand and enjoying how your thin tail moved behind you nervously. You still leaned into him a little, and interlaced your fingers with his almost automatically, his skin tingling pleasantly and the two of you just enjoyed the silence.

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You and Lo‘ak were strolling around the beach and talking about what he could make for Tsireya to convey his feelings when you heard it. „What are you? Some kind of freak?“, you instantly recognized the voice - and so did Lo’ak - and your heart dropped. You both turned around and saw Aonung and his friends stand around Kiri, taking her hand and laughing about whatever.

Lo’ak immediately started to stomp over there and you broke out of your stupor you followed after him with delay. Your sister looked annoyed and - eventhough she would never admit it - a little hurt by their comments and ridicule. Lo’ak immediately pushed Aonung back with his hand on his chest, the older boy holding his hands up in mocking defense.

He hadn’t seen you yet, but you had to make sure your sister was okay first before dealing with the Olo’eyktans son. „Are you alright Kiri?“, you grabbed her hand and spoke quietly, her hand squeezing yours in comfort and a nod confirming her well-being. You met Aonungs eyes when you looked back to the scene in front of you, and his face fell when he realized you witnessed this.

He didn’t even know why he made fun of you sister, or your siblings in general, but the look of disappointment in your eyes made him want to hit himself for his actions. But before he could do or say anything, your older brother was already on him. „Leave her alone“, Neteyam had enough of Aonung and his friends, his finger pressing into the other boys chest firmly.

„From now on, I need you to respect my siblings“, he growled and again, Aonungs hands went up in a mocking way. He couldn’t help the smirk that made its way onto his face, he couldn’t show weakness infront of his friends, even if he was sorry to have upset you. Neteyam rolled his eyes and stalked back to you and his siblings and you turned to walk away, when one of his friends said: „They’re all freaks, the whole family.“

The hurt look that flashed across your face was enough to make his fists itch with the need to punch his friend, but suddenly Lo’ak turned around again and walked towards him. „Yeah, yeah that’s real funny“, you knew your brother was about to do something stupid, „look I have five fingers I’m a freak!“

He was standing infront of Aonung, the other boys laughing at him. „But I can do something real cool with it, first I fold them, like this and then…“, Lo’ak hit Aonung square in the face with his fist, the taller Metkayina falling into the sand and all hell broke loose. Lo’ak and the other boys were fighting, your brother landing a couple of nasty punches, but when they started to overpower him Neteyam next to you sighed and joined his brother.

„Stop it you skxawngs!“, your sister called out, but she was laughing too so she didn’t really care if they stopped. You on the other hand were worried, your father told you not to get in trouble and here you were, your brothers beating up and getting beat up by the Olo’eyktans son and his friends.

„Lo’ak, Neteyam stop it!“, you shouted moving towards the piles of fighting Na‘vis. One was on top of Lo’ak, punching him in the jaw and you winced in empathy. „Hey stop it! Please!“, but he didn’t seem to hear you in the commotion, and when you tried to pull at his arm it happened so quickly you didn’t realize until you were laying in the sand, looking up at the sky.

Your lip was hurting and you could taste some blood, and in retrospect you chided yourself for being so stupid as to go in the middle of two fighting Na‘vi, especially ones that were way larger than you. No wonder that boys elbow seemed to have hit you in the face. But it seemed like your little injury atleast stopped the fighting, the boy and Lo’ak looked at you frozen in place and once your sister yelled „(Y/N!)“ in shock, everyone froze.

„You asshole!“, Aonung was in rage and everyone was absolutely shocked to see him tackle his friend off of Lo’ak, landing punch to his nose before the other started to defend himself. You were the first one to act, standing up and locking eyes with your older brother. „Stop him!“, you didn’t know why he suddenly attacked his friend, but he seemed so furious that he probably couldn’t be stopped with words. Lo’ak jumped up too, and together they pulled Aonung off the other boy, whose nose was bleeding profusely.

He felt himself being hauled up and tried to break free again, but it was no use. And when he saw your shocked face, he stopped completely, wincing when he saw the blood trickle down your chin slightly. He took in the shocked looks of his friends, and felt a little guilty for beating up the one on the ground, but when he saw you hurt in the sand he felt like he couldn’t control his actions. Eywa, he was way more screwed than he thought.

There were a few moments of tense silence, before you decided it would be a good idea to break this up so everyone could cool down a little. You walked over to your brothers still holding Aonung and gently gripped his biceps, urging him to follow you and he moved from your brothers hold to where you maneuvered him without resistance. „Get him to the Tsahìk“, you gestured to the Na‘vi still laying on the ground, spitting blood onto the sand.

Your brothers were reluctant to let you leave with Aonung, but you could hear your sister scold them while you were leading Aonung away. He was still following you silently, you two weren’t talking until you entered your family’s marui, which was thankfully empty. You sat him down in the corner where you had stored your healing supplies, you and Kiri both were taught by your grandmother.

„I’m sorry“, he broke the silence first and you sighed, dipping your fingers in the paste you had made just yesterday, before softly applying it to the bruises on his face. „You need to tell Kiri, not me“, you didn’t look into his eyes, you were nervous enough being this close to him. „I didn’t mean for you to get hurt“, he sounded really guilty and you set the paste down to talk this out. He took the chance to pick it up, carefully putting some on the cut in your lip and you looked at him wide-eyed, before you shook yourself out of it.

„I was hurt before your friends elbow hit my face Aonung. I have five fingers too you know, doesn’t that mean I’m a freak?“, you held up your hand and wiggled your fingers, a sad smile on your lips. He had never directly insulted you, but didn’t everything that applied to your siblings also apply to you? He frowned, taking your hand into his carefully, your hand completely swallowed by his big ones.

Fuck, he was so conflicted. His feelings for you were so intense, his heart racing just because you had applied some paste to his face and his stomach in tingles when your pretty eyes looked at him. But then there was the pressure from his friends, they loved to make fun of your family and eventhough he still thought all of you were different, he didn’t really mind anymore. You proved yourself to be quick learners after all. He was just afraid of their reaction when he would tell them to stop making fun of your family - or if he told them he liked you.

„No, no you’re not, never think that okay? I’m sorry, I really am, it’s just…“, he couldn’t finish the sentence, he was really bad at talking about his feelings. „Your friends?“, you hummed, gently putting your other hand on top of Aonungs, your other still engulfed between his. The size difference between them was almost comical.

He was astounded by how easily you could read him, another thing that made him fall harder. „Yeah“, he breathed looking to the ground in shame. He hated himself for hurting you just because he couldn’t be brave enough to stand up to his friends. „Maybe punching your friends wasn’t the best plan then“, you squeezed his hand and his skin felt slightly rough under your fingertips.

„Why did you do that anyway?“, you were curious about that since it happened. Aonung still didn’t look up, his posture stiffening and his hand holding yours tighter. You tried to ignore your blushing cheeks. „He hurt you“, he mumbled and you nearly didn’t hear him. „It was an accident“, you were confused but also flattered he defended you - but why? „Aonung why would you defend me anyway? I thought you didn’t like my family“, you sighed, his behavior confused to no end.

He was still silent, but he hesitantly pulled one of his hands back from where they were entangled with yours and finally looked up to meet your eyes. You were surprised to find that he looked a little insecure, but there was another emotion you couldn’t quite decipher. His hand gently gripped your cheek, your freckles already glowing from his close proximity and your ears moving nervously.

Eywa, he didn’t know what he was doing, he just knew it felt right. He would deal with the consequences later, emotional or social. You were blushing so beautifully and your eyes looked surprised by his actions, but he still felt you lean into his hand. When he leaned in closer your tail moved serenely behind you, and he couldn’t help but smile. „Aonung“, you basically whispered his name, and the feelings he got when you said it sent a shiver through him. Without further warning he softly but firmly pressed his lips to yours.

You were frozen for a second, before his hand on your cheek pulled you closer and you melted into him with a sigh, your eyes closing. Your wound burned a bit but you didn’t care, you couldn’t resist him if you tried, you were so in love, Eywa have mercy. Your hands untangled from his and you interlaced them behind his neck, his now free hand pulling you closer by your waist.

„Seems like the fight wasn’t that bad after all“, you winced when you heard your fathers voice behind you, quickly scrambling to stand which proved a little challenging, your legs felt like jelly after that kiss. „Dad!“, you shrieked, your face burning in embarrassment when you saw both your brothers standing next to your father with angry faces.

Aonung was quick to stand next to you, and if the situation wasn’t so bad you would’ve found his little blush cute. „Your father wants to speak to you, go boy“, your father was gesturing for Aonung to leave and you were glad this wasn’t turning into an uncomfortable conversation right away, „don’t think I’m done with you though.“

„Sorry Sir“, Aonung lowered his head and quickly rushed out of the marui. „What the hell (Y/N)!“, Lo’ak was scolding at you, just like Neteyam. Kiri just laughed instead. „I knew that boy had a thing for you“, she giggled and walked over to you. Your father was still silent, which scared you even more than if he would’ve been yelling.

The scolding you hat gotten from your father had been expected, but when he heard that the others were bullying Kiri he had atleast let you go, with the exception of you and Lo’ak. „What happened to your face babygirl?“, your father took your chin in his hand and looked over you in concern. „She tried to stop us and took and elbow to the face“, Lo’ak answered for you. Your father sighed, kissing your forehead.

„I need you to go apologize to Aonung“, he was talking to your brother again, who looked insulted by the idea of saying sorry to the Metkayina. „He’s the Olo’eyktans son, doesn’t matter who started it“, your father had that tone that didn’t leave any room for disscussions and Lo’ak just huffed, crossing his arms in annoyance.

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You were sitting outside your marui alone, it was already dark and everyone was busy. Your twin had gone off to apologize with a scowl on his face, and Kiri had questioned you about Aonung before your mother told her to help with dinner, giving you the chance to flee outside. You were still thinking about the feeling of his lips on yours, unsure of what the future would bring. Aonung seemed to be so influenced by his friends, how could he ever admit that he liked you - if he even did like you. You were scared he was just messing with you.

You didn’t get to sit in peace and quiet for long, your father joining you after awhile. „You wanna tell me about him?“, your father was uncharacteristically gentle and you looked up at him with a small smile. „I really like him“, you admitted and your father nodded in understanding.

„Mhm seems like he feels the same way“, Jake told you, but he couldn’t help the unhappy tone his voice took on. You were the first of his daughters that he had to watch fall in love and he realized he got older too. „Don’t say it like that Dad“, you giggled a little, guessing how your father felt and you hugged his arm in comfort.

„I just don’t like seeing you grow up“, he grumbled kissed your temple. You sat in silence for a few moments, before you decided to share your worries with him. „I’m not sure he likes me too“, you said and your father shook his head with a smile. „From what Neteyam has told me, he definitely does“, your dad chuckled. „What did he tell you?“, you frowned, suspicious of your brothers interpretation of the last months.

„Aonung never bullied you right? And Neteyam told me he always stuck close to you during lessons, being patient with you while scolding your brothers for the same thing“, your dad grinned as he remembered the annoyed face on his oldest son. „And he fought his friend in your defense didn’t he?“, he smiled down at you and you looked away with a blush.

„Yeah he did“, you admitted with a coy smile, but before you two could continue your conversation, it was interrupted by Neteyam dragging Aonung towards you two. „Tell them what you told me“, he pushed Aonung forward and what he admitted next - with a guilty look in his eyes and avoiding your gaze completely - shattered all hope you had gathered previously.

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„Lo’ak!“, you called out in relief and hugged your twin tightly. You were so incredibly glad that he was alright, and you were still absolutely devastated that Aonung did this. Your father pulled you aside and then stopped Lo’ak from going after Aonung, who was standing next to his father. „Let’s have a look at you“, your Dad gave your twin the once over to make sure he was alright, but Lo’ak didn’t really care, his eyes still on the guilty looking Aonung.

„He’s fine, he’s fine“, your father told the others, you know he was trying to play this down to keep the peace, „just a few scratches.“ Your mother joined the crowd and you know she was concerned, but she was still scolding your twin. „I pray for the strength that I will not pluck the eyeballs out of my youngest son“, she hissed and you felt really bad for Lo’ak, this wasn’t even his fault!

„No! My son knows better than to take him outside the reef“, Tonowari spoke with a disappointed and firm voice, pushing his son down to one knee authoritatively. You almost felt bad for Aonung, but you were really angry with him yourself. „The blame his his“, you took in the words and took ahold of your mothers arm for comfort.

„Okay, let’s go“, your Dad wanted to leave this behind as fast as possible, but Lo’ak stopped him, and now you were praying for the strength not to pluck his eyeballs out. „No. This is not Aonungs fault. This was my idea“, you looked just as unbelieving as Aonung, „Aonung tried to talk me out of it, really. I’m sorry.“

„Come on“, your dad was a little firmer now and Lo’ak finally moved. „I got this“, your father reassured Tonowari and he pulled up Aonung, while you and your mother followed your father. You could hear him getting scolded, but you were too far away already.

„Dad, you told me to make friends with these people, that’s all I was trying to-“, your brother wanted to defend himself, but your father interrupted him. „I don’t want to hear it.“, he looked several disappointed. „Dad…“, your twin tried again. „You brought shame to this family“, you winced and your ears layed flat when your father said these words, and you could see Lo’ak was holding it together - like he always was.

„Can I go now?“, your twin asked in defeat and your father frowned. „Any more trouble, I jerk a knot in your tail. You read me?“ „Yes sir.“, your dad nodded and your brother was off, Neteyam getting a scolding too. Your father was way too hard on them since the sky people returned.

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You gave your twin a little time to cool down, before going out to search for him. He was sitting on the beach alone, fiddling with a shell and only looking up when he felt you sit next to him. „You okay?“, you quietly asked, eventhough you knew the answer. „Yeah“, he just said and you sighed, leaning your head against his arm.

„You know Dad didn’t mean it, he’s just worried about you and about us getting thrown out or something“, you whispered and you heard him huff in annoyance. „Whatever“, he tried to play it cool, but you felt his arm pulling you closer by your shoulder. „For what it’s worth, I don’t think you brought shame to our family, I know this wasn’t your idea anyway“, you rolled your eyes when you remembered how he took the blame.

„They said they would take me hunting“, he opened up about what really happened, „I know we shouldn’t go outside the reef, but I thought if I went with them we could finally leave this all behind and be friends or something. But when I turned around they were suddenly gone.“ Your tail was tucked around your waist and you frowned with empathy. Your brother just wanted to make friends and was basically left for death.

„I’m sorry Lo’ak“, you squeezed his arm in comfort, and he just sighed, looking up at the nightsky. „I met someone out there, a Tulkun“, he started to smile and you were glad. „Really? But Tsireya told me they didn’t return yet“, you wondered. „He was all alone and he saved me from an akula“, your breath hitched as you thought about the danger your twin was in.

„Thank Eywa he was there“, you voice cracked a little and Lo’ak looked down at you in worry. „Hey, hey don’t worry I’m still alive am I not“, he kissed your temple softly and you hit his chest playfully. „You skxawng“, you smiled slightly. „You have to meet him“, Lo’ak grinned and you nodded in agreement. „I’d love to“, you told him, glad that he was in a better mood already.

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You helped your mother with preparing dinner the next day, your sibling being out with the others and you knew Lo’ak wanted to tell them about the Tulkun. You didn’t go because you weren’t ready to face Aonung yet, instead opting to hide in the marui.

After a while of silently cutting vegetables and fruit, your mother told you to go outside and enjoy the sun, because she was almost done anyway, so you decided to collect a few shells. Your mind was thinking over the situation with Aonung constantly, your feelings for him were still as strong as ever and the kiss replayed in your mind constantly but you were also still shocked that he could be so mean.

Calling your siblings freaks was a different level of bullying than honestly endangering your twins life and making him think they could be friends before leaving him alone. Your chest felt constricted when you thought of the way Lo’ak must’ve felt. You knew Lo’ak and the others had basically made peace with Ao’nung - he was allegedly nice to them now, his other friends forgotten, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him. Could you be with someone like that? Assuming he wanted to be with you, you still weren’t convinced the kiss wasn’t a prank too.

You had just spotted a pretty blue shell and bend down to pick it up, when you were interrupted by the Na‘vi you really wanted to avoid the most calling your name. „Leave me alone Aonung“, you stood up straight again, the shell long forgotten, and didn’t even look at him before walking further down the beach. „(Y/N)! Wait, please!“, he sounded desperate and you weren’t quick enough, so he grabbed your wrist and pulled you around to meet his gaze.

Aonung hated the way you looked at him, he hated himself for what he had done and he was praying to Eywa you could forgive him one last time. He didn’t even know why he did that to your twin, he had panicked after he kissed you and ran back to his stupid friends - wanting to prove himself in their eyes after feeling guilty for kissing you.

He was so dumb, he was scared he fucked it all up and that that one kiss was all that he would ever get from you, his friends were long forgotten after the reality check he received yesterday. It really didn’t matter what everyone thought. „What do you want“, you asked and the hurt look in your eyes made him feel like the biggest skxawng on the moon. It was crushing him.

„I’m so sorry (Y/N), I don’t really have an explanation, but believe me I regret what I did so bad“, he started apologizing and you looked away, trying to hold in your tears, „I just- I panicked after I…kissed you and did something really stupid and I really am so sorry.“ „It wasn’t stupid Aonung, it was dangerous and it was so…mean“, your voice was trembling and you tried to pull your arm out of his hold, but he wouldn’t let you.

„I know, I know“, he sighed, his head tilting down and a frown on his face, „I promise I will never do anything like that again, Eywa I will never stop being sorry for this, I can’t lose you (Y/N), please can you forgive me?“ You wanted to believe him, you really did. „I’ve forgiven you for everything you’ve done to my siblings before Aonung, but this? I can’t- I don’t think I can trust you anymore“, you whispered the last part but he heard you as if you yelled right into his ear, „I don’t even know if you were serious when you…kissed me.“

He felt like he was punched square in the face, his ears folded against his head and his heart cracking slightly. Was he really losing you? Before he even really had you? „Of course I was serious, (Y/N) I know I fucked up but I have never and will never mess with you like that, I have had feelings for you since you landed here all those months ago, and eventhough I tried to fight them I can’t. You make me feel like you really see me, the real me not the one I was trying to be. And I’m sorry for making you doubt me. I really want to be with you, if you can forgive me. I see you, your gentle nature, the way you always make sure everyone’s alright and watch out for your family and I love our differences - your five fingers and your cute tail, everything. Please“, he took a deep breath, „please forgive me (Y/N).“ He felt a heavy weight lift off his shoulders, his forehead pressed against yours and your eyes locked onto his.

„Aonung“, you were speechless, your heart was hammering in your chest and you felt so warm and fuzzy. But you still weren’t sure about all this. „I…I see you“, you answered honestly, because you did, you couldn’t deny it, „but I need some time, okay? I can’t just…forget this and trust you again.“ He looked like you hit him in the face and your heart ached at the thought of hurting his feelings, but you had to protect your own.

He understood where you were coming from, but that didn’t stop it from hurting, eventhough you said you saw him. „Yeah, of course. I promise I’ll do anything to make you trust me again yawne“, he vowed to himself he wouldn’t rest until you were his mate, no matter what it took. Your heart skipped a beat at the loving name he called you and you managed to nod, before pulling yourself out of the tall Na‘vis grip and quickly fleeing the scene before your tears started to fall.

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The battle of three brothers rock was over three weeks ago, and you were still almost crying when you thought about how you nearly lost your oldest brother. He was only able to be saved because of Norm and Max, their skypeople technology stopping Neteyam from bleeding out. And it has also been three weeks since Aonung started courting you, like really really seriously. He gifted you selfmade jewelry, went hunting for your family and brought you the biggest catch and he really, really tried to spend time with you. You weren’t wearing his bracelet and necklace yet, not wanting to give him false hope if it didn’t work out and you could see it hurt him.

You had been successful at avoiding him the last weeks though, always fleeing into the forest or taking your Ilu to go diving somewhere, anything to delay the inevitable conversation you would face when he managed to corner you. You hated the disappointed look everytime he saw you slip away again, you felt so bad but you just couldn’t bring yourself to accept his advances yet. Not because you didn’t trust him again, he really proved himself - he was so sweet with little Tuk and grew close to your other siblings too, never bullying them again.

But now that his intentions became serious, you panicked. If you would mate with him, you would be the next Tsahìk of his clan. Would his parents ever approve of this match? By Eywa, would the Metkayina even tolerate a foreigner as their Tsahìk? And did you even have what it takes to be one after all? You weren’t outgoing, of course you were caring and you were a decent healer, but when you looked at Ronal you had to admit you would never be like that.

But you still loved Aonung, you were sure. And the thought of anyone else being your mate made you panick just the same. Why did he have to be the next Olo’eyktan? Silently sighing you pushed your chopped vegetables in the big bowl and your mother cleared her throat. Uh, oh, she looked like she wanted to breach a serious topic. Oh no.

„Ma‘ite, don’t you think you’ve held out the poor boy enough? He’s so obviously in love with you, and I can see you love him too“, your mother peeled the fruit in her hand without looking away from you. You blushed, if even your mother felt bad for him, he must really be sad. „I do love him“, you were speaking so quietly Neytiri almost didn’t catch it. „What it is then? Tell me, Mhm?“, she urged you to finally spill what’s going on inside your mind and you folded.

„I’m just…I’m worried you know“, you started and put the knife down, you couldn’t concentrate anyway, „if I accept him I’ll be the next Tsahìk sa’nok, I’m not sure I’m even remotely suitable for that…considering Tonowari and Ronal would even approve the match, and I don’t even want to think about the clans opinion on a foreign Tsahìk.“ There, you admitted your worries out loud. And you felt a little better about it already.

Your mother was silent for a moment before getting up and sitting down next to you. „Love, don’t talk about yourself like that. You would be the perfect fit. You are one of the best healers I know and Ronal would teach you, they would be snumìna to not accept you. And from what I’ve seen the people here adore you, especially the children and elders“, she hugged you close and kissed your temple softly. (stupid)

„You need to speak to him ma‘ite“, she smiled down at you but she also looked a little strict about it. You sighed and pulled away a little, going back to preparing dinner. „I will, I’ll do it…tomorrow“, you had no intention of doing that and she knew it too.

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You really couldn’t catch a break, as soon as you had left the marui the next morning you were cornered by your brothers and Tsireya. You could guess what they wanted. „(Y/N) don’t you think you can forgive him? He’s been groveling at your feet for weeks sis“, Lo’ak was - as always - the first and most insensitive to start the conversation. You were glad Tsireya hit him over the head for it.

„What he means is, that Aonung is miserable. I really have never seen my brother like that, please free us of this despair“, Tsireya looked at you with her big eyes and you almost caved, they reminded you so much of Aonungs. „I will, I will, I’m busy right now, but I’ll do it later“, you forced a smile on your face. You pushed past them quickly and in your attempt of a quick escape you collided with a strong chest.

„I’m so sorry“, you gasped and your heart plummeted when you looked into Aonungs face. This was the first time you’ve seen him up close since that night he confessed and you had to admit - though he was still incredibly handsome - he didn’t look to good. He had dark circles under his eyes, a few scratches on his cheek and shoulder that were untreated and the spark in his eyes was dimmed down. You were sure you didn’t look much better, you missed him dearly but it was your own fault after all.

Eywa you wanted to cry, you weren’t ready for this and this was too sudden. „(Y/N)“, his voice sounded rough and he started to raise his hand as if to touch you and that made you snap out of your frozen state. „I’m sorry“, you pressed out in a whisper before quickly slipping past him and vanishing between the maruis. You didn’t miss the way he flinched and the way his ears layed flat against his head. You wished you weren’t such a coward, another reason why you wouldn’t be fit for being Tsahìk.

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You were avoiding everyone now, all of them - the whole bunch! - was pestering you about Aonung, as if you didn’t feel bad enough already. You were sitting in your family’s marui, your mother had thankfully thrown everyone out because she knew it wouldn’t help to pressure you, and you were gently holding the bracelet and necklace Aonung had gifted you, an ankle bracelet had been added to that today.

But you knew you really couldn’t avoid this any longer, the hurt you felt from being away from him for so long and the guilt you felt from hurting him was by far overpowering all your insecurities and worries by now. You were just gathering the courage to put on the jewelry and seek him out. What gave you the final push was a scowling Ronal that was suddenly standing in your home.

You felt like prey being cornered by a predator when she stalked over to where you were sitting, firmly joining you on the ground, her pregnant belly sitting on top of her thighs. „Tsahìk“, you inclined your head and gestured I see you, glad you didn’t completely forget your manners. „How long do you plan on torturing my son?“, she looked so scary and frightening like that, and you shrunk back a little.

„I didn’t mean to“, you whispered clutching the jewelry tightly for comfort. „Then what is your reason?“, she demanded, „Why won’t you accept him? It would be a good match.“ You were surprised she thought so. „You…you think so?“, your voice was quiet and the frown lightened a little when she saw how insecure you were.

She wasn’t angry with you per se, at least not seriously, she knew her son wasn’t innocent in all of this but she was still worrying about her eldest. She could see he tried so so hard for you, coming back shattered every day you didn’t at least talk to him. But she liked you, she saw that you were a great healer, caring for her people and your gentle nature fit perfectly with her sons hard and rough one and she was concerned about your worries too. „What is it child?“, she cocked her head a little and penetrated you with that intense gaze, you couldn’t lie to her you knew that much.

„I’m just…I was worried you and Tonowari wouldn’t approve of it. And what about the clan? Im still a foreigner after all. Do you even think…I mean I’m not even sure I am fit to be Tsahìk…“, Ronal had to admit she was a bit shocked by your dark thoughts. „You and your family are Metkayina. You are the daughter of Totuk Makto (Y/N) and you are an overly talented healer, your mother told me you were taught by the Tsahìk of your clan. The clan loves you aswell, you are caring and gentle with the children, helping everyone that needs it. And most importantly, my son is absolutely in love with you“, she gave your shoulder an encouraging squeeze, your heart unbelievably happy that she quenched all of your worries just like that. You should’ve probably talked to her sooner.

„Thank you Ronal“, you grabbed her forearm carefully in gratitude, a rare smile on her face. „And now put on that jewelry and free my son from his misery“, she got up and pulled you with her, ushering you out the door once she had helped your secure everything, „we will start lessons soon!“ Eywa, this was really going to be it. Hopefully Aonung wasn’t fed up with your behavior yet.

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It was past eclipse already when you found him. Ronal had given you a general direction, but he was nestled between a few rocks, mending fishing nets in silence and it had taken you a while to find him. He seemed deep in thought when you reluctantly approached him, your heart hammering in your chest, on one hand you were nervous and on the other you were so in love with him. „Aonung“, you spoke up when you were standing a few meters next to him, the ocean breezing ruffling your hair slightly.

He froze when he heard your voice. Was he that desperate that he started hallucinating? You couldn’t really be here, right? When he heard someone shuffle closer to him in the sand, he finally looked up and nearly let out a pathetic whimper when you were really standing in front of him. Please Eywa, don’t let this be the part where you reject him.

The past weeks had worn him down unbelievably. At first he was so motivated to win you over, and he still kept that up, but with every day that he saw you basically run away from him, his heart cracked a little more. Did you really think he was that bad? „(Y/N)“, his voice sounded raw, not having been used much today. He tried to avoid the others, they always looked at him so pitifully and he hated that. He hated how weak he felt without you.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and hesitantly sat down next to him. Now was the moment you had to be brave. „I’m sorry Aonung“, you started, not really knowing where to go from there. You had it all planned out in your head, but in front of him with his eyes looking at you so hopefully it was all gone.

With your words his eyes turned sorrowful, his head hanging low and you could hear him take a shaky breath. „Please, don’t say it, I-I can’t…“, he paused and his fists clenched tightly. You were confused now. „If you reject me make it quick please“, he whispered, not looking up and you felt your heart break at the sight. Eywa, you hated yourself for doing this to him.

„No! No, Aonung I’m not rejecting you“, you panicked a little, grabbing his biceps and forearm firmly continuing your rambling, „I was apologizing for not facing this earlier, I didn’t mean to make you wait so long I just…I was worried“, you paused a little and he was looking at you again, „but your mother made me realize I was being silly.“

„What does that mean? Do you forgive me?“, Aonung was still reluctant to hope you wanted to seriously be his mate, but he couldn’t help the way his heart was mending itself a little already, your hands on him helping tremendously. He watched your ears move nervously and your tail wrapped around your thigh in comfort, the blush on your cheek making him choke. You were so beautiful, he missed seeing you up close and he needed to fight the urge to touch you again. Suddenly he noticed you were wearing his gifts and his heartbeat and hope skyrocketed. He couldn’t wait until everyone saw you wearing them, preferably when you agreed to be his.

„Of course I forgive you! I actually forgave you about two weeks ago, and I hope you can forgive me for being such a coward and avoiding you for so long“, your cheeks were burning, you normally never were this forward, but you knew you had to make this right. You moved even closer to him, your knees touching his thigh and you were a little relieved when his hand moved to your cheek.

„Always, for you I would wait forever (Y/N)“, he smiled shyly and it was weird to see the strong warrior like this, but you couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your own face. Before you could lose your courage, you move one hand to his cheek, the skin a little rougher than yours, and the way he leaned into it gave you the last push to finally kiss him.

His breath hitched when you pressed you soft lips to his. This was worth all the weeks of uncertainty and heartbreak before, to finally hold you in his arms and having you kiss him was making his heart whole again and his life worth living. His skin prickled pleasantly, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you into his lap, the net he was mending long forgotten.

You held onto his neck when he moved you and were so relieved he reciprocated your kiss. How could you have ever thought about any other life than one by his side. You pulled back to breathe - you couldn’t hold your breath as long as he could after all - and giggled a little when he chased your lips. „(Y/N)“, he looked at you heavy-lidded, your stomach clenching with an unfamiliar feeling.

„Mhm“, you were distracted by the freckles that were glowing on his face, tracing them with your finger softly, a lazy smile forming on his lips. „Does that mean you accept me as your mate?“, his heart was fluttering, his stomach in a nervous knot still worried you wouldn’t be sure. „I would love to be your mate Aonung, Oel ngati kameie“, you pressed your forehead to his, and the smile on his was making your stomach all warm. „Oel ngati kameie“, he grinned and you were so, so relieved the spark was back in his pretty eyes.

He pulled you back in for another kiss, he couldn’t believe he finally had you, all of you. But what he still wanted to know was what you talked to his mother about and what obviously held you back the past two weeks if you had already forgiven him back then. „(Y/N)?“, he asked between kisses and you just hummed, completely lost in his embrace and affection, the way his strong arms held you close made you feel like you’ve never felt before.

„What did you talk to my mother about?“, he almost regretted the question when you pulled back with a coy smile, your freckles glowing even brighter in embarrassment. „It was just…the thing holding me back from accepting was uhm…I was scared I wouldn’t be fit to be your Tsahìk“, you mumbled, a little embarrassed to lay your insecurities out in the open, but he deserved to know, „and I thought your parents and the clan wouldn’t accept me anyway.“

He was stunned into silence for a moment, how could his perfect, gentle and caring love think she wasn’t enough? „I hope you realized that that’s bullshit“, he basically growled at the way you doubted yourself, „you’re perfect yawne, I couldn’t even think of anyone else, if it’s not you, it’s no one. You’re a gifted healer, always caring for everyone and Eywa, I love you so so much tanhì please, never doubt yourself okay? And if you do, always talk to me, never shut me out again“, he was so caring and genuine you pressed a short kiss to his lips appreciatively, „promise me.“

„I promise Aonung, I will never shut you out again“, your voice was soft and his ears moved happily. He grinned blissfully and couldn’t resist your soft and slightly swollen lips anymore. This kiss was a little more passionate, his tongue gently stroking your lips before you opened them and hummed contently when his tongue found yours. His taste made you fall into him even more, and the way he kissed you made some new feelings arouse in your body.

He pulled back a little and you almost protested, but his lips wandered down to your neck and you felt like you were in heaven. Suddenly he stood up with you in his arms, a yelp leaving your mouth and you held on tightly. „Where are we going tìyawn?“, you were completely at his mercy. The loving name made him groan and he kissed your lips again.

„I’m taking you to the Cove of the Ancestors to mate with you, I can’t wait anymore I need to make you mine (Y/N)“, he said between kissing you and maneuvering you onto his Ilu that he had called. „Please make me yours Aonung“, you whispered and it sent his instincts into overdrive. His perfect, pretty, small and soft mate asking him to take her was almost too much.

He got on behind you, holding you close to his chest, immediately departing. „Eywa, I can’t wait to be your mate, you’re going to my perfect Tsahìk“, he groaned into your neck and you shivered at his possessive tone. When he felt you lean into him in submission, something more primal awakened in him. „Can’t wait to make you swell with our child“, he growled into you ear, both of them twitching adorably, and he only urged his Ilu to go faster. He thanked Eywa for giving him such a perfect mate.

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