swearing, angst with comfort, jealousy, spice?? kinda

a two days later

the sun sits high enough to almost feel personal, blistering on your skin until it leaves a subtle stinging sensation. the sea is warm beneath your legs, ilus squealing happily as they raced one another through the sparkling reefs. tsireya laughs angelically ahead of you, god how you wished you could laugh back like you wanted to. it had been days since that night, days and yet the ache still clung to your ribs like a sore bruise.

and it wasn’t like you could just ignore it. no, the village made sure you would remember each syllable spoken, feel the same emotions you felt that night. every smile that met you was faltered on the edges—fake. eyes raking over your body, then towards the far platform you and aonung used to share stories about wanting to grow old together.

before you could allow yourself to fall deeper into thought, tsireya playfully called to you. eyes snapping up to meet hers, you could tell she was worried, trying to mask it with her bubbly attitude that would normally draw a smile to your face.

“your mind is loud, y/n.” she said quietly, brushing her hand alongside yours in attempts to comfort you. she knew what the problem was but unsure on how to tackle it. this was a difficult situation, she had to help her brother and you at the same time.

although, aonung had refused to talk about it to anyone. just huffing with his shoulders held tight as he incessantly went fishing to try and escape from all the newfound burdening emotion, imagining you beside him giggling about how ronal finally let you sit next to her to watch the spiritual balance of eywa. fists clenching so tightly against his ilu he failed to notice his knuckles turning white, the same rush of anger blooming in his chest. you no doubt could have any man you pleased within the metkayina, men would line up to be picked—you had everything someone with a pure soul would cherish. and he was lucky enough to be as close to you as he was, but right now he’d be childish and do something he’d most likely regret.

it was all the forest freaks fault, they came in with the intention to stir up trouble. now y/n wouldn’t even look him in the eye as she passed by him on her ilu. he wasn’t sure what to do with all this misplaced anger other then blame the reason he thought to be for her disappearance.

neteyam.

he was going to do something about it, alone. if roxto chickened out like he normally did when it came to conflict. aonung hadn’t even planned—hadn’t even let it dwell in his head for longer then ten minutes before he decided he was going to punch neteyam in the mouth if he refused to leave you alone.

aonung quickly clicked his tongue grabbing the attention of his and roxtos ilu, swimming up to him. “im going to talk to neteyam, you coming?” he spoke flatly, eyes shuffling around the reef for his other friends who’d be more keen for a possible fight. roxto couldn’t help but roll his eyes, letting out a puff of disappointment at his friends childish ways of solving a problem.

“aonung, you know in you’re heart that isn’t what you truly want to do. leave the boy alone and talk to y/n.” roxto was a very wise boy, growing up with his grandmothers words and experiences forced him to mature quicker then others.

“i won’t ask twice, so your answer is no.” he rose his eyebrows, a little shocked his childhood friend would be so straightforward with him. i mean, roxto was always the clever one out of the two.

aonung didn’t give roxto a chance to answer before swimming off, greeting his other friends with a sly smile that they reciprocated after hearing what he had planned to do. obviously needing the help from a few other guys in case neteyam had brought his brother.

you and tsireya watched as the four of them swam off into the back of the marui with no good faces on, one of them throwing mock punches with laughter. confusion written on both your faces, caring about that situation more then you should right now. you were angry with him, if he decided to do something stupid it wasn’t your place to stop it anymore.

but just for a second, you two had locked eyes. feeling like a new breath of fresh air had punched you in the lungs. his eyes locked onto yours with a blank face, trying to bask him in before you stubbornly had to look away. his bicep muscles had been bulging, strained from his tight grip on the ilu—sweat beading on his chest just below the dangling necklace. a new loincloth that he probably had tseyal make for him. which irritated you.

you often made his clothing for him, not all of them but most. when a chest piece of his had gotten ripped or disheveled he always came to you to help him. acting like he didn’t have access to the best weavers in the clan, he didn’t care what it looked like at the end. he cared that when he went out he felt like you were there with him, weaved perfectly into his soul. he prayed that he wasn’t so stubborn, he should be a real man right now and tell you he’s sorry. but he can’t, he doesn’t want to get carried away with his emotions—one wrong word and you’d understand how he truly felt.

“how about we go see what my mother is up to? maybe she’ll let us deal with her herbs!” tsireya pipped up, your ears jerking upwards at the idea of doing something so important to ronal. everyone knew how much you admired her, her connection to eywa should be praised by every capable soul.

“id love to,” you grinned from ear to ear, following her back to the maruis.

as you two made it to the marui you caught ronal mixing up her herbs in a special bowl, spacing it out on leaf paper for urgent occasions where someone needed to be healed. both sitting on the floor to watch her expert skills at work, she glanced up at you. a knowing smile meeting her face, passing you a leaf paper to hold while she lathered it with a medicated concoction.

“thank you sweet child,” she tried to hide her smile, an idle hand rest on her round glowing stomach.

while you three talked neteyam and lo’ak peeked their heads in to be nosy, taking you by surprise. “we’re going out by the shore if you’d like to come,” lo’ak spoke first, eyeing up tsireya with hopeful eyes.

she looked back at you, knowing this was supposed to be bonding time between the two of you but honestly you’d rather her spend it with the boy she had giggled about late at night telling you just how much she liked him. even while she weaved, making amateur mistakes as she fawned over him—having to redo her pattern for the third time.

“ill stay back, make good choices.” you giggled, sticking a tongue out at neteyam and lo’ak since they had proved to be somewhat of trouble makers at times.

time passed quicker then a blink as you and ronal chattered mindlessly, even giggling about the story regarding to how she met tonowari when they were kids. an hour felt like minutes as she was getting to good portion of her story.

“even our ilus had gotten exhausted from how long we spent out in the wat—”

pounding footsteps crashed against the woven walkways, someone was rushing towards this exact marui with intention to give information. both hands freezing on the leaf paper, before you could even rise to greet the na’vi they shot out into dialogue.

“tsa—tsahik! a fight broke out between the sullys and your son!”

your palms immediately start sweating, tail swishing nervously, teeth clenched, ears pinned alongside your head and ronal looked like she had saw a ghost. this behavior was nothing that they had taught aonung growing up, where was all of this coming from? she held onto her stomach for strength as you reached out to help regardless of how sick this made you feel.

“jake has asked for your assistance on the bleeding,” ke’loreä panted, out of breath from running straight here as soon as she saw what had happened.

ronal collected herself, taking a big deep breath before she lost her patience and nodded. “aonung will come straight to you, you’ve watched me work enough to practically be tsahik. fix him while I work on the other boys.”

shit, no, no. you wanted to refuse, wanted to tell her it simply wasn’t possible but this was the first time ronal had ever really asked you to do something like this—this important, leaving her job on your shoulders. she was relived to leave it to you in all honesty, not wanting any other clumsy handed na’vi to touch her sons face.

“okay..” you ran your hands over your face, letting out a breath that filled the pod with anxiety and tension.

a few agonizing minutes passed where the nausea had only seemed to be worsening, trying to calm down by splashing water over your abundantly flushed face. why were you feeling like this? why did it feel like your heart was thrashing against your ribs so violently? it was just..it was just aonung. the same boy who gave you the fatty part of his mothers fish because it was the best tasting bit, the same aonung who couldn’t go more then several minutes without touching your hands. same aonung who had mistakenly told you he loved you as he walked you back home one starry night.

although, you had still been oblivious to his love, thinking it was how he treated all his friends. he loved all his friends like this, showed them the same amount of compassion and empathy. he must let those friends into his space regardless if he was feeling frustrated, probably played with other girls skirt beads as they talked while he wanted to remain silent. he was like that with everyone..right? it hadn’t just been you.

huff, huff.

your whole body jerked, seeing the beaten, bloodied up eight foot tall aonung with cut up knuckles drew a new emotion out of you, unable to keep your eyes off of him. looking at the gashes that painted his body, bruises already forming in spots you hadn’t known to be possible. and—and his unmistakably handsome face that was now swollen with anger, lips showcasing a large cut that dribbled blood onto his chest. stupid idiot.

he sat down on the padded floor without direction, sulking as he looked at everything but you. clearly embarrassed by his own actions, this was beneath him and he knew that. this wasn’t supposed to be the path of a future olo'eyktan but he just couldn’t help himself, god. you were so important to him why couldn’t you open your eyes and realize.

you walked over to him with a knot in your throat, trying to swallow it as you fiddled with the materials in your hands. lying them down next to him, still a clear pout on his face as he watches the others outside raise a commotion.

the silence hung low, devastatingly low. silently praying to eywa he’d speak up so you could tell him how you really feel. how much this separation has bothered you, how much you missed him. it killed you how badly you missed his bright smile. but your actions right now displayed the exact opposite, kneeled infront of him cleaning his chest as if he wasnt littered in open cuts. grabbing at the thin reef sponge to wrap around his torso and right shoulder.

“stupid boy,” you seethed, unknowingly speaking aloud. cleaning the cut with plant fibers. trying not to take notice that his hair had been down, you assume it got messed up while he fought. now his long—ish braids gently cascaded down his shoulders, he could feel you staring. not that he minded.

“yeah?” his voice was breathy, ears perked up, tail freezing, finally hearing your voice after all this time. he wasn’t sure why but his shoulders instantly relaxed, feeling…warmer.

“i should let you bleed out,” you harshly placed the leaf paper onto his skin, earning a hiss from him.

“why not do it then?” he said while wearing that irritating shit eating grin, knowing you’d rather disgrace eywa then not help.

your tail swished angrily, ears pinned alongside your head. taking a minute to think, you shouldn’t be doing this—he didn’t even apologize for his behavior yet. but the way he was looking at you, like he had so much to say but not enough time made you forget, just for a few seconds. or how his gaze had softened along with the rest of his body just because your presence alone gave him comfort he’d been craving.

“your…your mother would be upset with me.” you uttered.

“you’re lying, and you know it y/n.” he turned his head to get a better look at you’re beautiful face, admiring how good you looked right now even with the deep furrowing scowl. “tell me why you’re really upset with me.”

“i will when you tell me what happened by the shore.” you looked up to find him already staring at you, staring at your lips, the stray hair falling out of your braids. he leaned back slightly, thick legs spreading further apart so you could access his torso easier. or maybe to show you the muscles he’d been working on, hoping you’d point them out.

BADUMP BADUMP BADUMP!

“went to talk to neteyam like real men do, told him he had no business being so friendly with you. we disagreed so i punched him in the mouth.” the response was clipped, quick, not fully truthful as he licked his bottom lip to rid it of the blood.

“aonung what is this obsession with thinking you can direct my life? you have no authority to tell people they cannot talk to me!” raising your voice, tightening the sponge on his shoulder harder then you intended to. his hand flew to your wrist, dragging you to be within inches of his bruised face—breath fanning against yours.

“you’re so oblivious it infuriates me, y/n.” he was staring at your lips again, not even trying to be subtle about it.

“obli—oblivious?! i am extremely intelligent!” you drew your face away from his, disregarding how hard your chest was thumping from being so close to him after what felt like eternity, so close you could smell the sweat on his neck. “you are the biggest asshole aonung, eywa you are. you embarrass me infront of all those people then you sit here and talk to m—”

you had been scolding him, fingers brushing over the bleeding scrapes alongside his collarbone. muttering about how careless he was with you’re feelings, dampening the sponge to wash over his stomach while your tail flicks with irritation. aonung watched, jaw fixed tight, eyes remembering every micro inch of your perfectly tanned blue skin. like he was starving for this attention from you, but you hadn’t noticed. hadn’t noticed how his shoulders loosened everytime you touched him, or his breath stuttering at your words when you lean closer.

you started that sentence but never finished, in one abrupt, tidal—crashing movement his hand slides to the back of your neck and pulls you toward him. his lips crashing onto yours, warm, hungry, and a little desperate. the world around you two seems to go apocalyptic still, even the ocean seemed to quiet down for just a few seconds. your protest died on your tongue just as it met aonungs, his thumb stroking your jaw idly as his mouth apologized without words.

the forgotten cloth slips between your fingers as it falls onto the ground, barley having any time to think before aonungs hands find the back of your thighs. pulling you onto his lap, his thick thighs working as cushioning beneath you. the kiss wasn’t rushed, wasn’t messy, it was achingly slow. like he’s been holding it for years, not days. lips are so soft it felt like he was coaxing you with the plushness, made you forget just how upset you were supposed to be at him right now. hands finding his shoulders, gripping onto them for stability. at that he lets out a quiet, broken sound against your mouth—half apology half desire. then, he goes back in one more time.

he kisses you again, deeper this time. like the argument was nothing more then a thin wall he decided to rip down. hoping this could all be put beside this relationship. when he finally pulls back his forehead presses against yours. he’s breathy, hands griping tighter onto your thighs.

“im an idiot, i avoided you because i was scared.” his voice low, rough, honest and vulnerable in a way he never lets anyone see.

“you didn’t deserve the way i treated you, i thought giving you space would be the best option since im such a screw up. i should’ve followed after you and told you how sorry i was for acting like that. like a skxawng.” he let out a breath of relief, peppering your face with slow, apologetic kisses.

“you’re right, you acted like a total jerk.” you ran your fingers along his woven chest piece, seeing how it was ripped in a few spots. making you hold back a smile knowing he’d want you to fix it. “but so did i, we were both so childish and stubborn. i forgive you if you forgive me.”

he couldn’t help the breath of laughter that flew out, pulling you into a heart throbbing hug. head falling onto his broad shoulders as he rested his head on top of yours. his hands clinging upon the lower section of your back, fingers swishing along the beads and pearls that decorated your loincloth. both of your hearts beating out of your chests, listening to the way each other breathed like it was a calming ritual.

“you don’t need to apologize, im the man. i made the mistake, im just thankful you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” he pulled back from the hug, noticing how close the two of your kurus were. shit, he wanted to…he wanted to tell you the things he planned for you two in the future but didn’t want scare you off so quickly.

but you noticed as well, gently running your hands alongside his braided kuru. not daring to touch the ends as you looked up at him with a giggle, “you’re right, im still a little upset at you but ill play nice for now.” feeling how his legs flexed underneath you, the way his hands still roamed along your body.

“i want this, y/n.” he confessed, insinuating to the closeness between the both of you right now. he wanted this to be an everyday thing, be impossibly close to each other again.

your eyes widened, ears shooting upwards. trying to hide the way your tail swished excitedly, your body language was anything but calm right now. eywa, you thought you might faint. aonung, the same childish boy you grew up with has a love haze swirling around in his eyes for…you.

you thought he might be into all the other beautiful women in your clan, there was plenty of girls who had better skills then you, better fishing, weaving, cooking. you couldn’t help but think why? had he been so obvious with his displays of affection before this? why hadn’t you noticed? his hand still stayed on your loincloth, playing with the shells you had caught to make it jaw dropping.

“i..i do too aonung.” you muttered sheepishly, unable to even recognize the words coming out of your mouth. what were you saying? what did this mean for the both of you? were you two to mate sometime soon? head spinning with a million different outcomes of this.

you two had still been on the ground, still resting on his lap. mouths still impossibly close to each other, “then you are my woman, i wont allow another girl to touch a single braid on my head” he brushed the loose hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ears.

my woman…so official. eywa you could scream right now, but instead you squealed happily, pecking a quick kiss to his soft, plush lips. you are so going to tell tsireya and lani all about this, how he held you, how he kissed you like the last woman in the world. they would tease him about it while his back was turned, giggling at how soft the future olo'eyktan had gone.

“and im lucky that my woman is such a master weaver, my top needs fixing.” he reached over his shoulder to unbuckle it, giving you a full look at his bare chest. handing the woven top to you with a smirk. “i see you..” he whispered out, completely random.

“i…i see you as well,” you covered your face, feeling a sudden wave of shyness. realizing that ronal would come back any time now you gasped, trying to shuffle off of his lap before she saw. “your mother might see!” you looked behind you, making sure she hadn’t been standing there the whole time.

“so? she’s experienced teenage love, im sure she’ll understand.” his grip didn’t falter, just keeping his hands splayed out on your back. subtly reminding you he was there, gently running his fingers along the bare skin causing shivers to crawl up your spine.

“yes but…still, i want the tsahik to have a good impression of me.” you mumbled, shuffling off of his lap just in time because ronal had finally came back—irritated footsteps approached, looking like she had came back from war. but she stilled, stopped in her tracks when she saw the two of you.

you looked guilty, aonung hadn’t. as tsahik she had felt it in the air, you two finally come to terms with the love you’d been feelings since you guys were kids. she decided to stay silent, let you work it out instead of interfering.

nervously you looked over to aonung, silently signaling for him to speak up and break the silence. he rolled his eyes with a huff of laughter, still so shy. he stood up, hand idly playing with one of your braids.

“all better, y/n is great with her hands.”

eywa give you strength.

AAAHHHHHHH!!!!! how did we like ittt?!?! (i didn’t proofread this so please ignore mistakes/spelling errors)

this took me longer then expected so I added a little spice for you guys because im not sure if everyone is comfortable with it so i didn’t want it to be to much haha. what do we think??? i might make another part where they finally are together and mated but who do we want to see next???

im planning to write about tonowari/neteyam next but no one has requested lo’ak haha, i hope you guys enjoyed this part i kinda rushed the ending so I might rewrite idkdjdjcjfoensbdi

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swearing, angst, and lotsss of jealously lol

you were supposed to be his ray of constant sunshine, the future woman he would soon ask to be his. but then the forest people showed up, taking the whole clan by surprise. you and tsireya were particularly enamored by the pair of boys, never seeing such a vibrant blue—a kitten like tail that swished with disagreement.

it bothered him more then he’d ever acknowledge, he couldn’t sway tsireya when she had made up her mind but he refused to let you fall into their set up trap of love. you were always seen with aonung anyway. everyone knew what he dreamed to do expect you, little giggles and snickers followed when you two walked hand in hand together to collect weaving materials. or when he’d be clinging onto your shoulders while you talked to the other men about wanting to learn how to fish so masterfully like them, but really in his world completely oblivious to yours—was staking his claim on you. fingers dwindling with your beads, touching the bare skin of your chest while he drilled holes in the other men—saying, “i dare you to try and take her fishing without me.”

he was a patient man, grew up to follow in his fathers righteous footsteps. but that thread had finally snapped on one sunny day of you and tsireya teaching the forest kids how to ride. his jaw clenched so tightly he swore he heard it pop, roxto beside him trying to tell him it wasn’t worth the argument—not worth the fists going to be thrown. but he completely tuned that voice out, only his own thoughts hammering to snatch you away. hide you from those pathetic men who couldn’t even hold their breath as long as he could, they would only be burden to you. they couldn’t protect you like he could. that’s all he could think about, letting out a puff of anger as he rolled his head back.

he had decided, this would go on no longer between you and neteyam. he was the future olo’eytkan, you had no choice but to listen to him. he had never pulled that card on you before but he would if he had to. if anything he hated the huge role he would have to fill after his father passed it on, but it came in handy for situations as demanding as this.

he dove into the water as he had a million times over, but this time felt different. he had planned to be upset at you, shit. he didn’t even recognize who he was right now. especially not when he came over to you and neteyam laughing, that sickly sweet smile etched onto your face. oblivious to world around you, tightening the bindings on neteyams hand. he swore he couldn’t think of anything else other then separating you two forever, that and punching neteyam in the mouth hoping a few teeth fell out.

aonung wouldn’t watch any longer, grabbing your hand and pushing it away from neteyams. he tightened the bindings himself as you watched, a confused faced was present—eyebrows furrowing. “you will go back to help my mother weave, you do not help him any longer.” he shot out, a little more aggressive then he intended. neteyam just looked at you with the same exact confusion, feeling the thick tension aonung had carried with his words.

“aonung i am allowed to help whoever i please, and your mother has not asked me weave with her.” you crossed your arms over your chest, trying not to show how deeply upset you were by him raising his voice at you. neteyam noticed, just as aonung always does. but his rage was blinding him from the way your bottom lip trembled.

“come riding with me, i need your masterful skills in case i get lost.” neteyam patted the space in front of him, a flush of heat rose onto your face. you and aonung without fail had rode ilu together, you would rest your body on his chest as he talked about all the fish he caught—about how he felt so much pressure to fill his fathers shoes. you knew your loyalty should undeniably lie with him but right now you were so upset by his behavior it was clouding every logical decision.

so you nodded, taking his hand as he helped you to sit infront of him. roxto came so quickly he practically fell off his ilu, splashing into the water to try to talk some sense into aonung. because roxto knew his wouldn’t end well for either sides. “aonung come on, just think for a second!” he looked around for other men who might be able to pull him off of neteyam but it was just the four of you. roxto clicked his tongue, grabbing the attention from a few other fishermen who were watching the whole thing anyway.

“y/n you will get down now,” his voice had went cold, not a single sliver of that playful aonung you grew to love. he had finalized his decision and if you defied there would undoubtedly be some sort of consequence. his hand not moving from your wrist, not hurting but firm. his gaze was screaming to you, screaming the words, “get down and we will talk about this privately.” you hated how it made your chest bloom with a strange feeling, somehow making you feel giddy that he cared this much about a simple ilu ride.

you were about to get off, just about to dip back into the water before neteyam had stopped you. his words in particular, “don’t you think you’re taking this a little too far? she’s allowed to make her own decisions.” he placed your hand back onto the ilu, gripping it like he had the right to. like it was meant to be there.

shit.

“ro’uk!” roxto shouted to the strong man, signaling him to rush over before something happened. before aonung punched him in the mouth, neteyam rode off with laughter. looking back to see that ro’uk was trying to hold back aonung from getting a spear gun to—well, you get the idea.

you let out a large breath of air you hadn’t even known to be holding, relieved to be taken away from that situation but it still sat in your gut. knowing the one man you cherished be so upset at you had made you feel so defeated, would he ever treat you the same way again?

an hour later.

a whole hour of riding together had passed, giggling as you circled back to the front of the maruis. but that bubbly energy quickly died down as you saw a furious aonung shouting at roxto, ro’uk and teyoa. cursing under your breath, telling neteyam to just go home instead of letting him see the two of you together. nervously, you dove into the water as neteyam rode the other way to avoid an argument.

his eyes immediately snapped to you. unmistakably fueled with anger, unable to decipher whether it was at you or the man who thought he could take his woman for a stupid ilu ride. he rushed towards you, not aggressive, not strong, just hurried. the men grabbed him, trying not to cause a scene but they had personally never seen such an angry aonung. he was playful, a lovable asshole. never lost his temper with things that didn’t matter. but you did, god you were the only thing he truly cared about. the other girls tried to seduce him, offer him weaved tops only the most skilled could master. but none of that mattered to him, he only saw through you, only wanted you. how could you be so oblivious?

“you disobeyed my direct orders,” his piercingly blue eyes were raking over every single micro inch of your body, clenching his fist so tight the skin turned flush. before you could defend yourself he stopped you. “do you think my words are a joke? that i say things for no reason? y/n you will never talk to him again do i make myself clear?”

your heart dropped along with your gaze, unable to recognize this newfound aonung who was using his power over you. to control you, he hated talking to you like this but he was too deep to stop now, you would listen to him on this whether you liked it or not. even roxto had muttered something, so did the two men beside him. “we will talk privately,” he elbowed the men off of him, grabbing you’re wrist as he lead you where no one would interrupt.

heart slamming so wildly onto your ribs you could feel it in your mouth, certain he could hear it as well. bottom lip wobbling, tears welling. feet trying to keep up with his furious pace, squeaking against the sand as he finally had stopped. turning around quickly, his chest rising and falling while he bit onto his bottom lip angrily.

you couldn’t look at him in the face right now, he was to upset to even be rational. explaining all of his behavior you knew tonowari hadn’t heard about yet. but when he did he’d sit both of you down to talk like adults, so right now you’d talk like angry children. crossing your arms over your chest, looking at anything but him.

“look at me,” he said sternly, no room for any hint of sarcasm.

“no.”

he scoffed, truly scoffed. upset at you just as upset you were with him. “you go riding with another man and can’t even look me in the eye?” he boomed, starting to become knowledgeable about how much he hurt you’re feelings. “if you don’t reason with me here im going to leave this spot and spear him in the chest.” that got you’re attention, god. why did you care so much about that freak?

“you’re being ridiculous, he’s completely new to our world aonung! he doesn’t even know how to hold his breath for longer then three minutes! you—” stopping yourself before you said something that was coerced by the untamable anger. “you are not allowed to tell me who i cannot help, you know my character better then anyone aonung. i am a natural helper at heart.” pointing a finger at him, you often talked angrily with your hands.

“i am not allowed?” he laughed, it was fake—inching closer to you as his breath fanned against your face. you hated how good he looked right now, how you wanted to reach out and just smash your lips on his. “do you understand how many men throw themselves at you daily? do you understand that as a man i could read his body language? he was grinning ear to ear as he swam away, hes trying to take you from me!” he shouted, throwing his hands in the air walking away—trying to calm himself down at the thought of another man thinking he could ever touch your beaded chest top.

“take—did you just say take? im not some sort of valuable fish aonung!” you yelled back, blood completely boiled. not sure if his ego finally caught up to him but he was merely treating you as an object, not as a woman he cherished. you stormed off. feet rushing you to go back home and forget this all happened, he shouted your name far to many times before it died down. realizing if you both slept this off it would be a better conversation for the morning.

aonung had some serious apologizing to do in the morning..

aaaahhhh!! this was so long but i will 1001% make a part two if this does well!! what do you guys think?? i felt pretty crappy writing aonung out to be such a jerk but i have lotsss planned for the next part >:)) also i loved neteyam being a little rebel knowing it would stir up trouble!!