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Look. It’s been 14 years, but it still looks like we need to have this conversation.
It was never a question whether the Argents were gonna kill Derek Hale or not. Some of them were ALWAYS out to kill him in the beginning. Even with Scott’s diplomatic skills, Derek was NEVER safe from them for the first two seasons. Kate. Gerard. Victoria. Even Chris and Allison were planning to take him down.
So he said Scott. My brother in lycanthropy. I need a pack. They killed my whole family. They’re gonna kill us too
Scott said Nah bro. I’d rather have dinner with those people because THEY’RE NICER THAN YOU
And Derek said Fine. Then I will start a new pack. Cause, you know. I’M GONNA DIE BY MYSELF
And then Scott was like :0 YOU’RE A BAD PERSON AND I HATE YOU
no migrant detention facilities are not auschwitz but i promise you something does not have to be auschwitz in order to be very bad. i am telling you that this comparison distracts from the point instead of galvanizing support by inviting discussion about the appropriateness of the comparison. i am telling you that there are ways to make people listen and ways to make them tune out, especially in a time like now.
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ao'nung x warrior!metkayina! (f) reader
(aged up = 22)
summary : ao'nung is the olo'eyktan-in-waiting, ready to lead, he loses his focus when you step in the way, the soon to be head of tsamsiyus. when he sees you do not treat him any different than the others, ao'nung's interest sparks. things turn sour when you refuse to submit to him. but once you see the true side of him do you regret how things have been between you?
a man who attracts the attention of women & enjoys it, encourages it. as the animosity grows and he is told to look for a partner, you can't help but feel betrayed.
warnings!
mdni, 18+ language, f reader, cocky ao'nung, ao'nung is a womaniser, reader is crazy asf, reader loves danger, enemies to friends to lovers, jealousy, smuttttt!, mentions of death, fighting, blood, fyi roxto is alive, p in v, pussy eating, squirting,
a/n 📝 : thas dada fr, lowk this long asf, no spelling or grammar checks at the mo’ - will complete soon!
batshit insane and ao'nung sees it, he watches you. ao'nung does not let anything distract him, shift his focus from becoming olo'eyktan, but how can he not let his eyes roam when you come into view?
the way your tail flicks when you are excited, your canines bared when riding your ilu, your posture always pointed towards the heaven when walking past. & most of all, how seductively you sway your hips with every step you take, gaining the attention of the entire clan.
but as much as you try to deny the feelings between yourself and that son of the olo'eyktan, ao'nung sees how you arch your back when demonstrating something in front of him, the flick of your hair when looking over to him, that sheepish grin you flash him when you come back from a hunt.
all the women in the metkayina clan are not the same as you, they are fighters, they are strong willed and spiritual but when it comes to you? you are physical strength, danger, chasing a high that can only be redeemed through near life ending experiences.
you are so much more different than the others, you stand out in questionable ways for every thing you do and ao'nung is in awe. he applauds your capabilities when you are praised in the same room as him. at first, it was admiration.
before you knew it, Olo'eyktan Tonowari had announced you as the next Head of the Metkayina Tsamsiyu's, a role that was passed down generations in your family. it was obvious you were going to step into that role after passing your ikinimaya & tsaheylu with the fiercest tsurak (skimwing) the clan had seen.
but as you climbed through the ranks, so did ao'nung, when you brought the largest catch in the hunt, so did ao'nung, taking down a threat? so did ao'nung, fought the best in the clan? so did ao'nung. everything you did was paired with the soon to be Olo'eyktan of the Metkayina clan, Aonung te Tsika'u Tonowari'itan.
the ladies man, the womaniser, the crush of all young women of the clan, the role model to the younger boys. blah blah blah, you didn't have a problem with anyone else - except him.
the women of the clan were either thirsting over him or on their knees, submissively, waiting for the man to pick them as his. why do all the women drool over this man? you tried to see, you almost did understand till you saw how he moved his way around the women.
he fed into their delusions, he stood flexing, he worked on his physique in front of the screaming women. he loved it, he thrived in the attention. the tattoos all over him marking every single achievement and rites he has passed, seem to accentuate his muscles even more.
you saw how he would raise a brow when he would make eye contact with you, cross his arms over his broad chest and flex his biceps, biting his lip so smugly, his round eyes staring into you each time you entered the room. you saw everything he did to get your attention, it felt like you were a challenge to him.
simply put.
Ao'nung te Tsika'u Tonowari'itan is a sour, sour man.
when your skills had brought you this far and you were told you would be the next Leader of the Warriors, Ao'nung was the one who kissed his teeth, his attitude turning sour.
you? he had to work with you? you roll your eyes every time he speaks.
the one who would laugh in his face when he did something wrong.
the woman who would purposefully compete against him when you makto pay (ride water).
his admiration had turned sour & your initial attraction for him turned bitter.
you both did not want to work together or at least, you did not want to submit to him. but this did not anger ao'nung further, this interested him. there was nothing you could do to stop what was to come but if there's one thing he can do? he will make you regret every.single.thing.you've.ever.done.
ao'nung has matured from the childish boy he used to be, into a man. a man built upon courage, grief, loss - a fire inside him to protect the rest of his people. his youngest sister, Pril, ignited that spark that laid dormant inside him, he has a hunger to push past his limits.
tattoos blessed from eywa and the clan itself, mark his entire frame, his face, torso, thighs. as a hunter of the deep sea his arms are completely covered, he has achieved more than most.
you were not as seen as ao'nung, you would be furthest away from the clan, right at the seawalls that protect Awa'atlu. you ride the harsh waves and fight against threats, days and nights are spent at the edge of the wall & you would not enter the village until weeks have gone by.
but it seems you have been taken away from your usual activities, soon to be Head of the Tsamsiyu's your responsibilities now lie within the villages, even those that have been at bay for 1000 years.
and each day you exist, you run into ao'nung. each day you simply breathe, ao'nung is there. every corner you turn, ao'nung is still there. the two of you cannot separate even if you tried to, a curse you believe eywa has bestowed.
i can't fucking escape her, ao'nung curses in his thoughts. he sees how you try to get under his skin with your petty comments, how you use your body as punishment.
men have urges and ao'nung tried to keep his at bay, forcing himself to bathe in cold water. nothing would work, not when you would brush past him on purpose, place your hand in the middle of his back when trying to get past, pushing your breasts together. on purpose. there was no need to do what you were doing and it felt like he was being punished every minute he spent with you.
tsireya could see the torment her brother was going through, his silence echoed when he would return to their shared mauri. she felt for her brother, worried for him and wanting to provide as much reassurance as she could. but when she realised he was causing his own suffering, she couldn't help but laugh to herself.
although the two of you may not see eye to eye, the people cannot fail to see how you stand perfect side by side. how you could mould into one if needed, the difference in your frames, the brightness in each other's eyes and when night would fall, your bodies would glow in the places where the other did not.
when ao'nung would brush his knuckles against yours you did not jump, when he would step closer to you, lowering his head in front of others the people could see how your body responded. your frame would curve and face closer to his, his hand would hover over the low of your back.
both your families had watched you, watched how in sync the two of you were. your childish behaviour did not phase them, your arguments and petty remarks did not stop them. your parents and his father harbour a secret.
a secret that has changed both your lives.
"oh so it's my fault is it?" you roll your eyes.
"I did not say that, I simply mentioned that we did not gain the fruits because of a mistake that you just happened to make," ao'nung grunts.
"yeah okay, that pretty much just sounds like it's my fault."
"if the shoe fits," he shrugs.
your lip curls inwards as you crouch before him, your face in vision of his gaze.
"if it's my fault, maybe you should have taken the usual route rather than being chaotic and doing things how you please. are you still that child that enjoys taking risks?" you growl.
roxto grins as he watches the two of you, arguments have only become recent. at first ao'nung tired desperately to get you to say something to him, shout at him even, but you did not stoop low. but as years have gone by, your mask slipped each month.
ao'nung smiles, narrowing his eyes.
"child? you can see that I am clearly a man or do you need more proof?" he whispers.
heat shoots up your spine, causing you to step away.
"you're disgusting."
he coos, kissing his teeth.
"you're coming to the txep (fire) tonight, right?" he asks, not facing you.
you sigh, nodding.
"yeah, I will be."
"alright, I'll see you then."
"where are you going?"
"interested are you?"
he turns to face you, all teeth on display.
"shut up, get going."
he takes his leave, roxto lingering behind.
"yes?" looking at the size difference between him & his best friend.
"when are you both just going to get along?" he huffs.
"why would I want to?"
"do you enjoy arguing with him everyday?"
"it seems to bring some sort of entertainment, roxto remind me, why are you still here again?" cocking your hip, he nods.
"oh yeah, oops!...I'll see you tonight." he smiles.
you wave him off and make your way through the village, greeting those around you, making your way to your mauri pod.
"you are late from being with ao'nung," your father echoes.
"yes, I'm aware."
"I have made you a meal, remember tonight is the txep (fire)" he softly smiles at you.
"I know dad."
"I will let you rest."
"where are you going?"
"I'm going to see Tonowari, I have many things to catch up on with him ahead of tonight."
your father leaves as you make your way to your mat, letting sleep overtake you.
the txep (fire) is bright, colourful and mesmerising. it bewitches you, making you want to welcome yourself into its embrace. the dark skies are bright with stars, moonlight reflecting off the bioluminescent waters.
all the na'vi are glowing as if parts of the moon are etched into their skin. you are adorned with sea shells hanging off your cloths and loosely curled hair, your top is hand crafted, wrapping around & over your neck.
"over here Warrior,"
looking over to the voice, ao'nung is sat with a handful of women. this bastard.
"ladies, let me introduce you to the finest Warrior of our clan and soon to be the one leading my defences,"
they all giggle, applauding and squealing. rolling your eyes, ao'nung's eyes are glued onto you. he watches your face, sees how it contorts in annoyance before falling straight, a forced smile upon your lips.
"it is nice to meet you all," you grit.
"sit with us,"
before you can decline, ao'nung pulls you by your arm, grabbing your waist to steady you as he places you next to him.
the female na'vi sit around you both, talking amongst themselves but it is as if your world has stopped. annoyance fills you but you hold your tongue, ao'nung's warmth washes all over you. he smells fresh, salt, musky and natural. he cocks a brow when he catches you staring at his chest.
tilting his head, he bites his lip.
"waiting to chew my head off?" he whispers.
"exactly that."
"I'm sure you'll do it later tonight,"
"if you're lucky"
he chuckles, no words are shared between you two as you sit shoulder to shoulder, you count ilu in your head; waiting to cuss at him but the feeling of being so close to him pulls your mind apart.
Tonowari's voice booms as he shares stories around the fire, you are sat with the Olo'eyktan's family and your own. the people surrounding are all sat on the edge, eyes wide as they listen to their Mighty Leader retell the same story he has told for the past 3 years.
old age. it really does get to some.
"here,"
ao'nung passes you a plate of the fresh hunt that has been cut excellently, shapes made out of the fish. does he want you to overeat? mountains upon mountains of food is almost falling off the plate. shooting daggers at him, he does not turn to face you, focused on his meal.
passing him the parts of the fish you cannot get to, ao'nung finishes every piece. the interaction is nothing out of the ordinary for the two of you, when you are not busy clawing at each other's throats.
tsireya watches both of you with doe eyes, a knowing smile lingering on her lips. your families have their eyes on you both, grinning at the interaction that is ever so different from how you usually are.
"are they both...maybe...mentally unwell?" roxto whispers to tsireya.
she grins, muffling her giggle.
"I cannot tell if it is an illness or infatuation." she smiles.
"everyday I sit between them both ripping in on each other, I'm left with no brain!" he complains.
"time will tell with them two,"
or maybe not.
"you're taking the piss ao'nung." you spit, trying to calm your tone.
"I'm taking the piss? you're joking! you stepped on my tail on purpose!" he growls.
"oh stop crying big man," you huff and go to walk away.
he grabs your arm and pulls you back, looming over you.
"oh you better pray to eywa that I forgive you or else this will be your last night in Awa'atlu!" you hiss at him.
he gulps, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, staring down at you in silence.
she wants me to throw her across the sea. she's asking for it. ao'nung bites down on his tongue, a metallic taste in his mouth surprising him.
"you need to sort out whatever issue it is you have," he mocks.
"issue that I have!?" screeching.
roxto and tsireya come running, pulling you guys apart. ao'nung hisses and it shoots right into your chest. anger subsiding the hurt, you bare your canines, growling.
he pushes roxto's arm off him and puts his hands up in surrender.
"I knew we weren't going to last tonight without an argument," he mutters, walking off.
calming down, guilt pangs at your chest but you push it away. walking home in silence. he is sour.
since that night the two of you have not spoken, you do not communicate. if there is anything to be said, you send messengers between one another.
your currently sat with the lefnelan tsamsiyus (male warriors), in a circle watching each other spar.
looking over one of the warriors, ao'nung walks in with his shoulders rolled back. chest puffed out.
he makes his way over to the group and sits himself directly across you, looking away, it is too late to pull yourself out of your mind when you are dragged into the middle of the crowd.
"you haven't fought any of us in a while!" one of the boys whine.
you grin, shaking your head.
"I don't enjoy taking part in such activities, you guys know this!" scolding them.
they all pout, children. one spar won't hurt anyone, well it won't hurt you. don't know about the opponent though.
a scrawny warrior stands across from you, sizing him up, you blink slow. signalling for him to make his move.
holy shit. ao'nung watches how you pivot, the turns in every step you make, the fast swings in your punches. you glow under the sunlight, your hair flowing in the wind.
he can't stop the smile that creeps, watching you with wide eyes full of admiration. this is what brought him to you, seeing how you hold yourself, how well you fight.
swish, swish, groan.
the sounds of your swings landing on the poor warrior fill the clearing.
"that was good," ao'nung mutters his first few words to you in days.
"thanks," you pant, looking directly into his eyes.
he hasn't spoken to you in a while, the silence from him was itching.
"here,"
drinking the water he hands you, you groan, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand.
"this is your first spar with the boys in a while,"
"yeah it is"
"I remember your last one,"
"yeah...it was bad," whispering, the thought fills your mind.
the last spar was bloody, it was vicious. scratches all over your face, bruises forming. it was a shit show. ao'nung was the one who broke up the fight, knocking out the young male warrior with the punch he learnt from the Forest Na'vis, the Sullys.
"the kid now works with the laro (clean)," he states.
"yeah, I've seen him around," mind full of the recollection.
you daze off and ao'nung stares at you, studying your face.
that fight was a fucking cat fight, a boy raised to be a supposed man laid his hands on you so roughly you had almost killed him. it's where his awe for you grew but his anger, his mind had gone blank the moment he saw you splutter blood. he promised himself he will never witness you go through that again.
the two of you had began to acknowledge one another since that day, uttering a few words but never holding sentences like you do now.
"we have a hunt to attend tonight," he reminds you.
"I'm aware, will you be man enough to actually hunt something?"
he looks at you, flabbergasted.
"who knows what I might end up hunting? it might be a na'vi instead,"
you narrow your eyes as you stare at his smug face, always has to say something weird.
ao'nung knows what gets to you and what doesn't, he knows what will upset you and what your different reactions are to every emotion there is. it's almost as if he has studied you, he hasn't been given the chance to learn you.
"race you there?"
you push him, watching him fall as you run off, flying past the people.
"come back here!"
ao'nung is hot on you. you you jump over leaves, weaving through people, flipping over fruit that you almost squash. hearing him groan, you look over your shoulder. his chest has a sheen of sweat covering, defining his pecs even more.
the fuck am i thinking about, scolding yourself you run down to the shore. you call out to your skimwing, nung, and he clicks as he makes his way over.
"you cheated!" ao'nung shouts.
rolling your eyes, you slide onto nung and watch ao'nung finally be seated on his ilu.
"i won" sticking your tongue out, you blow raspberries in his face.
"yeah with dirty tactics," kissing his teeth.
"don't be a sore loser ao'nung."
"I wouldn't be if you didn't cheat." he sulks, looking away.
you're surrounded with warriors, riding through the warm, welcoming waters. making it above, you look next to you. ao'nung has his arms crossed against his thick chest. this baby. amusement fills you as you make your way over to him.
"are you actually upset?' your eyes wide as you grin at him.
he looks at you out of the corner of his eyes, fighting down a smile,
"I never said I was," he pouts.
"stop being such a-"
before you can finish your sentence you're thrown off of nung, the tsaheylu ripped apart as you fall deep into the waters.
"Y/N!" ao'nung roars.
without thinking twice, ao'nung zooms through the water. no sign of you. his mind races as he flies through the water, the fear of facing another loss active in his mind.
his ilu clicks, calling for nung but there is no response. anxiety fills ao'nung, his heart racing against his chest. trying to calm himself down under the viscous waters, his ilu feels his panic through their tsaheylu.
you jump onto the lekye'ung payoang (insane fish), clutching onto it's fin as it sends you meters through the water, your spear almost slips from your hand. growling, as soon as it makes it's jump above the ocean you strike. slitting it clear and clean, gripping onto it's lifeless body as an anchor.
ao'nung struggles to focus, vision going blurry as he looks for you, calls for you. he hears nung call out to him.
relief and anger floods him when he sees the grin on your face.
"do you think this is a game? that it's okay to disappear and not answer me when I call for you?" he shouts.
your smile drops, lip trembling.
"no well done, I'm glad you're okay?," you huff.
he shakes his head and comes close to you, analysing you from head to toe, searching for wounds.
"I'm not a damsel in distress ao'nung, you fret too much." waving him off.
"you are not invincible," he spits.
"don't start with me and help me bring this back,"
ao'nung's nerves still tremble as he tries to steady himself, pushing the panic down. he looks at you one last time when you are not facing him, watching you, scouting for any wounds that he did not pick up on when he first saw you.
he wants to reach out, he wants to check you thoroughly but he clenches his fists, biting down his worry. after losing his mother, ao'nung is fearful of losing more people. losing people that he is close to. that is why he has not allowed the women he entertains in, he feeds their delusions but the moment they ask for something more he backs away.
he remembers the months of his fathers grief, his sister's tears. it was painful and he had to hold himself together, battle his grief once his family were stable.
ao'nung has lost his cool. scolding you for being so reckless, for not calling out to him and fighting the hunt alone. bickering the entire time, the moment you touch onto shore he grabs you by your wrist, dragging you away from everyone.
"enough ao'nung, you look crazy!" you shout.
"yeah okay, I'm the one who looks crazy." he spits.
"do not treat me as though I am fragile, I am soon to be the leader of the warriors."
"and when that time comes I will not treat you as such." he growls.
pushing you against a tree, his arms trap either side of you. you could easily escape this but you do not, his usually bright eyes are dark and narrow, brows furrowed. his burning gaze shoots straight to your core, your stomach flipping as you watch how he scans every inch of your skin.
out of reflex, you cover your chest, earning a scoff from him.
"put your arms down, I'm not going to do anything to you,"
he pulls your arms down and bites his lip as he continues his eye fuck against your skin.
"stop," you whisper, breath hitching.
thoughts of the grief he had to face in the past, what if he lost you today? his large palm rests against your shoulder, head dropping down as he breathes out slowly.
you lightly press your hands against his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles.
"what is wrong?"
"you are not hurt." he croaks.
"I am not hurt." you repeat.
"are you well?" he whispers.
"I am well ao'nung, look at me."
he looks up and it's as if your knees have failed you. his face is close, his mint breath ghosting over your lips. water trickles down his body, his bright blue with hints of white, eyes staring into yours. veins are running up his forearm that is planted beside your head, travelling into his bicep.
gulping, you try to look away but your eyes want more. looking down his neck, his chest is wet, droplets rolling down. following them, they roll down his muscular torso before soaking into his loincloth. looking away in an instant, heat slaps you round the face. small breaths leave you as your eyes go back to his loincloth, you can't pull them away even if you tried.
"don't look at me like that," he groans.
"like what?" you whisper.
"don't make it any harder for me than it already is,"
his forehead rests against yours, your body sets on fire. the heat travels between your thighs. swallowing dryly, you lick your lips. the air is cold.
"what is hard?"
"I thought I lost you," he confesses.
feeling his pain, the grief of his mother still haunts him. your hands run up his neck, gentle on his face.
"I am here, I am not going anywhere."
trying to comfort him, you bring his hand to yours. placing your palm against his, the size difference is comparable. his hand is wider, fingers longer, calloused from the rough water.
placing his hand against your chest, it covers entirely, part of his palm resting on your breasts. he closes his eyes, swallowing hard.
"feel my heartbeat."
he sighs as his head drops to your shoulder, holding himself together, calming himself down.
"ao'nung?"
pushing off each other, your heart drops as you gasp, turning away.
Tsireya, Tonowari and your father are stood there. mouths all dropped open.
"do you plan on greeting me aswell?" your father calls out.
stepping out to their view, shyly smiling.
"hello father."
expecting to see annoyance or shock horror on all of their faces, if you squint hard enough you can see smiles. tilting your head, your father pretends to cough.
"well, we will leave you to it." your father speaks.
"I expect you to be there for the celebration," Tonowari calls.
both of you nod, letting them go, thick air surrounds you both. he looks at you, desperation in his eyes but you do not realise. no others words are muttered between you both, leaving you separate ways.
you have not stopped thinking about him, how close he was to you, embarrassment of being caught makes you try to get the interaction out of your mind but the smell of salt and musk fills your mind.
the heartbeat between your thighs is intense, trying to push away the entire feeling. a man, ao'nung, has made you feel such a feeling no other has. all men that have tried to have you as their have failed, there is no personality behind those eyes. the title is not what you look at, their humour, character is what is important.
shaking your entire body, you jump on the spot forcing the thoughts of him out of your mind. you will not think of ao'nung, you will not let your body react in such a way again. you despise ao'nung more than you like him. he is sour.
people are celebrating, laughter loud and instruments playing, there is food everywhere. the people seem to have diminished all their worries and are standing before one another as brightly as they can. the sun is beginning to set but this does not stop the people.
children are running around squealing, babies are giggling there is life within our people. walking through the crowds, many greet you, celebrating you for what you have brought home. warrior's salute you as you go to find your family. tsireya runs at you, grabbing you by your arm.
what is it with these siblings being so aggressive?
"I saw you with my brother," she whispers.
embarrassment floods you.
you have never been close to tsireya, aware of her presence, able to make conversation but your duties lie different than hers. she is gentle, welcoming, emotional & you are rough, unwelcoming, robotic. she is the dream women for many but she found love in her own ways. that is what makes her different than the clan, she found her love with a different clan, different people...an outcast.
"it isn't what you thought," you shyly tell her.
"you both argue but there is feelings you both do not want to address," she smiles.
her doe eyes pull you into a trance.
"I am sorry it seems that way but I do not get along with your brother tsireya, he is a headache." saying it aloud, part of you regrets bits of it.
her lips purse as she gently rubs your arm.
"I have seen the way he looks at you, it is different."
"it is full of hatred," you cut her off.
"no, do not be silly! he looks at you with...need, emotion."
before you can respond to her, the devil himself, ao'nung stands before you both.
"you're not gossiping about me to her are you sister?" he jokes.
"no, I was not," the pink hue in her cheeks gives away that we were talking about him.
"oh? it seems you were...did you mention how strong I am?"
rolling your eyes, you stand before him. his eyes are down to yours, the air is too thick to breathe in but you do not look away. he holds the your eye contact and every fibre in your body turns, every inch of your skin crawls.
"ao'nung," you greet him.
he does not greet you back, he licks his lips slowly. your eyes drop to his tongue, watching how it flicks out, a pretty pink shade.
his eyes are on yours, you indulge in his stare. purposefully widening your eyes, tilting your head down to look at him through your lashes.
fuck me, ao'nung bites his lower lip as he lets you pull him into a trance. his eyes narrow from one eye to the other, eventually flicking down to your lips. slow but intense. it feels as though all air has been sucked out of space around you, as though you are breathing in the sea itself.
ao'nung's eyes sharpen as they study your eyes, noticing how there are small golden hues in your iris. white dots splattered across, your eyes are a darker shade of light blue, different from the others of the clan. the women do not have such eyes as yours.
your stomach flips, hard. core tensing, warmth exploding in your belly. the same feeling coats between your thighs, you can feel it drip.
it takes tsireya's throat clearing to pull you away, looking towards his sister in an instant. she smiles as she looks between the two of you.
what felt like minutes of his eye fucking was just seconds. the world had not moved as slow as you thought.
you leave before ao'nung opens his mouth. this tensions has never been there before, yes these feelings may have occurred in the start but like you said. he is not someone you can be with.
you slide next to your father, silent. watchful of those around you, the people are ecstatic. many of them coming over to give thanks and salute your father. but you do not stand join them, you sit with your arms crossed. thinking of ways to get yourself out of something that could end terribly.
"you're not with ao'nung," roxto shouts over the noise.
"hello to you too roxto,"
"did you guys argue?" he asks.
"no...we didn't."
he nods, silent.
"did something happen between you two?"
your neck almost snaps with how fast you turn to face him, face full of horror.
"no? why would you say that?"
"so something did happen." your reaction just proved his thoughts right.
"who said that?"
"look at yourself."
you sigh, slouching over.
"where is your friend anyways?"
"best friend, get that clear first and he is with Sri'tyi"
"the daughter of the seyto (butcher)?" you quiz.
"yeah"
"right"
you nod slow, sitting in silence.
when did he even begin speaking to her? being the butcher's daughter she's very skilled in her craftsmanship. very good at cutting and handling strong materials or meat.
you look up and there he goes again, ao'nung the rake. he has his face dangerously close to the woman, her face is painted bright pink from a very obvious blush. he lowers himself before her to listen to clearly interesting.
to even think about him for a slight second in such a way. shaking in disgust, you smile over to roxto.
"they look good together, don't you think?"
the question from him makes your chest ache.
"yeah, great!" you grit out.
you shouldn't feel like this, you push the feeling away completely and stand with roxto. both of you sit with fellow members of the hunting team, laughing and passing food over to you.
ao'nung has not come to you once the entire night, he has not looked your way, he has disappeared continuously, when you go to look for him he is not there. when you look up, he appears before you with the butcher's daughter.
your chest burns, you only swallow down the feeling with the freshly made fruit juice that was ever so strong, swoa (alcohol). so you shot down drink after drink.
four drinks went to five.
five drinks went to six.
then finally at your limit, six drinks went to seven.
stumbling over yourself, you make your way to the shore. desperate for some peace and quiet. the waves touch the tips of your feet, you fall back, looking up to the sky.
sighing, the buzz is warming. you can feel it in your jaw, flowing down to your knees. it feels comforting. the silence is filled with ilu clicking, waves tussling & the distance sound of the celebration.
"having fun?"
opening your eyes, ao'nung's cousin stands above you.
"oh!" you hiccup, mind tipsy.
"oh...you are not fully there." he hums.
"I am?" you slur.
"come, I will take you home. I can't leave our soon to be leader here alone." he grins.
the moon looks beautiful behind his head, you lift your hand, covering your eyes from him.
"can you stand?"
you stumble as you make your way up, slipping with a giggle when he catches you.
"I will take you home." he whispers.
his grip around your waist is tight, holding your hand. he guides you away from the shore before standing before you.
"let me carry you, it will be faster than walking at this pace,"
"I'll be fine to walk alone tsamsiyu, do not worry yourself" you slur.
"right...so I'll carry you then?"
you groan in protest, his arms sling under you, lifting you up.
"you're lighter than I expected" he huffs.
"well that has to be offensive" you groan, the buzz strengthening.
he flusters, stuttering an apology.
"I'm only pulling your tail, don't worry." you hiccup.
he chuckles and carries you home under the dark sky.
what the hell is she doing with my cousin? annoyance floods ao'nung's veins, his heads spinning from the swoa (alcohol). he stumbles as he makes his way closer to where you are in the arms of his cousin.
he watches the smile on your lips but how messed up you look, you've clearly had too much to drink. ao'nung runs up to you both, your eyes are shut already. sleeping.
"I will take her home cousin." he firmly states.
before his cousin can protest, ao'nung's hands slither around you, pulling you from him into his chest with a thud.
"she has had too much to drink, cousin."
"I can see that, thank you."
"if you return, let me know how she is."
who the fuck are you? is what ao'nung really wants to say, but instead, he holds his tongue and walks off.
his eyes trail down to your sleeping frame in his arms, the pink hue on your cheeks and tip of your nose indicates just how much you've drank. your chest rises slow, his eyes almost fall out of his head when he sees what you are wearing. your breasts are pushed up by a small cloth that wraps around your neck, your tweng (loincloth) is shorter, hardly covering anything if the weather was different.
you want me to die woman. ao'nung growls as he readjusts you in his arms, careful not to wake you.
gently placing you onto your mat, ao'nung falls to the floor beside you. your sleeping figure, turns in comfort, realising you are home. he rest on his palms, looking around the room. your room is decorated with intricate designs, weapons and clothes.
he lies beside you, watching the glow in your face. how peaceful you look, your hair is dishevelled but you look...beautiful in his eyes.
panic settles in when he realises just what is happening to him, how he is behaving. it's too late. taking you from his cousin when he should have just let him take you but who knows what would have happened. holding you, looking at you.
he shakes his head and leaves without looking back.
as days pass, you begin to stick out like a sore thumb in ao'nung's eyes. he sees you before he sees anyone else, he can't stop his gaze from wondering down. the way your breasts are clearly too much for the immature bit of cloth you wear, your tweng too short.
your hair has small braids with loose curls, long hair ending just past the middle of your back. your hair smells like the sea, fresh and clean. when you pass ao'nung can almost taste the ocean water in his mouth. you walk with a sway in your hips unintentionally, the same one he saw the moment he met you.
he's become more...observing of your body.
the stretch marks that are almost golden in the sunlight that run up your thighs and over your perfectly rounded stomach. your muscles that are etched into your skin, the roundness of your hips and swell of your breasts. you are such a sour woman having such a dangerous body, it drives ao'nung insane.
ao'nung's cold washes are becoming more frequent, his eyes are no longer under his control, they look to the swell of your ass that sticks out just so teasingly for him. he can't stop himself.
he is respectful, he has never looked at you in such a way and if he has it has been long wiped out of his mind. he prays to eywa for forgiveness constantly, after every stroke of his cock and ribbons of his release painting his abs, he curses himself, begging eywa to accept his forgiveness.
so much of you fills his mind, so much of him wants you in every way he possibly can but he can't. he does not want to ruin you, he doesn't want to take your innocence from you. ao'nung wants you to stay as pure as you are now, he wants you to be able to lead the warriors of the clan with no distractions.
he can't get over the softness of your thighs, how thick they are, the way they rub together and shake just slightly when you move. your confidence is what ruins him and he can't keep this facade up any longer.
"hi ao'nung," you greet him so sweetly.
he watches how your breasts push together as you sit yourself down in front of him.
"you're such a prick ao'nung!"
he watches how your chest rises when you shout at him, your breasts have a slight tremor.
"are you kidding me ao'nung? you know we had a hunt tonight!"
he watches how you whine, pouting, your plump bottom lip sticking out as you stand before him.
"look behind me ao'nung."
he watches the roundness of your ass jiggling, as soon as you bend over he's sure he can almost see your bare pussy. his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
every little thing you do distracts him. no matter how you behave he can't stop himself.
this isn't normal, he knows it isn't. there's nothing he can do now to change everything he feels. it's too late to neglect these feelings.
"AO'NUNG!" you shout.
"what!? fucking hell," he mutters.
you pull him out of his head with your screaming, he kisses his teeth. his mind was somewhat relaxing for a second.
"i'm not going to repeat myself again, we have to go out to the sea walls and repair the hole at the bottom with the tsamsiyu's," you remind him.
"when did the hole get there?"
"are you serious..."
"what?"
"the hole got there this morning, we've been talking about it since this morning..." disappointment laced in your tone.
he groans and slaps his head, rolling his shoulders.
"is something on your mind?" worried.
"no, nothing...continue"
"we will go today as the tsamsiyu's fill the hole, we'll be on watch"
"yeah that's fine."
he brushes you off and you snarl.
"where is your focus today?" you spit.
"right here with you, I am listening."
"yeah, okay buddy."
he rolls his eyes and calls roxto over, the three of you sharpening your weapons ahead of mounting. ao'nung's mind drifts back onto you, questions alarming his mind.
"bro...are you good?" roxto raises a brow.
ao'nung clears his throat, groaning. disturbed again.
"yes I'm fine, I'm fine. stop talking to me and let us continue doing what we have to do!" he growls, storming off.
"is he good?" you ask.
"don't know what his issue is" roxto shrugs.
"maybe he's...mentally unwell,"
roxto rolls around in a fit of laughter.
"maybe you're unwell too."
the three of you ride off to the seawalls in silence, the warriors around you yip and click as you journey onwards.
peaceful until ao'nung decides to open his mouth.
"I'm telling you! we should be down there with them!" he shouts.
"I just said to you...everyone is down there with them. we are to keep an eye on anything oncoming. what is going on with you today?" you shriek.
roxto jumps, keeping himself at distance from the two of you.
"why do you keep asking me that? I'm sick of your questions today." ao'nung spits.
your face contorts as you look at him, eyes narrowed. heat flushes your back in annoyance.
"right...you better calm the hell down ao'nung." you firmly state.
he kisses his teeth and you can feel genuine anger lace your blood stream.
"and drop that attitude." you call out to him, riding away slowly.
he calms himself down by flipping himself upside down in the waters, cooling off the heat burning his skin. sighing, he looks over to roxto who's face seems to be permanently fixed into a look of "annoyance".
"you're behaving weird today bro," roxto tuts.
"I don't mean to,"
you bring yourself back, shoving a fish into the netted bag.
"I want to apologise."
you cut him off.
"i don't gaf," rolling your eyes.
"gaf?" he whispers over to roxto.
"she doesn't give a fuck" roxto responds.
the journey home was silent, ao'nung's weirdo behaviour has ticked you off. visible rage in how tense your shoulders are.
sitting across his father, Tonowari eats the fish you had caught earlier on.
you both update the Olo'eyktan in the construction done today, what the issue was and any hunting circles you may have found upon the vast sea.
the conversation switches and it feels like every muscle in your body is forcibly stretched.
"ao'nung, you must find yourself a partner. your time of Olo'eyktan is close,"
ao'nung nods, kneeling.
"yes father,"
"I am sure you will pick someone who will provide you strength and will be beneficial to our clan,"
Tonowari watches the colour in your face drain, the twitch in your ears. your tail is rigid in its position. he smiles as he looks between the pair of you, it is obvious. you both feel the same for each other.
if only ronal could see how their son has matured, he thinks to himself. he sends eywa his thoughts, praying that his son decides on someone he desires. choosing not only the clan but himself, praying that you are accepting of his son.
once time has passed, he dismisses you both.
"I'm sure you will choose the right person for you," you softly tell ao'nung.
your chest aches with each word you force out.
"I am sure too."
ao'nung's mind is torn. sidetracked. every single atom in his body is calling for you, to ask you to be his. but his mind trails onto his father, he needs connection, the people need someone who will be with them constantly whilst he is not.
he shouldn't be his hesitant, he knows he wants you. you would be the perfect fit by his side, you are the perfect fit. you are his equal in many ways, his fuel for desire and his partner upon the waters. but he does not want to trap you in a title where you will not enjoy your time, he does not even know if you see him the way he sees you.
ao'nung's own mind betrays him, his thoughts and his inability to communicate. his thoughts drown him, forcing him into silence. obedience. he doesn't speak when he is next to you, he does not look you in your eyes or come close.
ao'nung is slipping away from with each wave, the feeling is strange. it's painful. as if your routine has been snatched and flipped around.
your overthinking mind has also shunned you into silence, your father has already been warned by Tonowari of what is to come.
"they will struggle brother." your father states.
"they reject one another out of fear of their own feelings, my son will have no choice but to rise above" Tonowari booms.
"and what if he does not?"
Tonowari's jaw ticks.
"my son will do no such thing, he will find his way to her. you will see it my friend."
as painful mornings fall into the dark nights, the seas have become violent over the recent weeks. the rain is a curse upon the land, the people struggle to socialise in such harsh conditions. hunting has become dangerous and too much of a risk for the future Olo'eyktan to join.
things have become lifeless, the people are quiet but full of excitement. word has been spread, Ao'nung is courting the Butcher's daughter. the day it had been told it was as if someone had punched you directly into your chest.
it was never meant to be like this, you were never meant to feel this way and neither was he.
"I am proud to inform, my son will be courting Sri'tyi Seyto!" Tonowari's voice thunders upon your deafened ears.
your chest tightens, the tension forming in your throat. it's as if your mother has slapped you, your face hot with resentment. it feels as if the entire room have turned to face you, wanting the ground to swallow you now.
hot tears prick your eyes. you feel misunderstood. unheard. not seen by the one you thought would see you, choose you. you were not expecting him to choose you for marriage but choose you over marriage. keep you as the woman he goes to, sees, spends time with. something.
you should have never allowed yourself to get this attached to him, you should have distanced when the chance was given. you never recognised ao'nung when you first saw him, you were the one who walked through the crowd and focused on your duties. you were selfish. only thinking of yourself. roxto had introduced you to him correctly, your father formally.
as if someone has stocked rocks on your shoulder, the pressure pushes down on you. looking around at the people celebrating, you slip away quietly.
Ao'nung is sour. it was never meant to turn into this, not this sour.
so you run, you run as fast as your legs allow you to. sinking into the cold sea you call for your spirit sister, tears mixing in with the comforting water. you want to sob, scream but you cannot.
the calls of your spirit sister cause you to sink further, she lifts you with her fin and pushes you back. both of you greeting each other. you are not close to your spirit sister like the others, you both only call for each other when needed.
she signs
"what is wrong?"
you sign
"he is to marry another"
she signs
"the olo'eyktan's son?"
you sign
"yes, he is courting her."
she signs
"my sister, you must tell him how you feel."
you sign
"it is too late for my turn, sister."
she signs
"it is never too late for a beautiful woman as yourself, time is not a worry for you sister."
you sign
"he will never accept me, I am horrible to him sister. I am the imperfect side of myself."
she signs
"you think yourself weak. you are strong, a tsamsiyu. you are a role model to many and a story between us spirit siblings. make haste, do not linger here with your sadness. know your worth, you are more than what your mind makes you."
it has been weeks of this torment, crying to your spirit sister every night. every tear that falls from you feels like poison. your mind is repeating the same words that fell from Tonowari's mouth, eating at you.
you have not seen ao'nung privately in weeks, when you are with others you see him across from you with the butcher's daughter. he looks content, happy, enjoying himself and there you are. suffering over something that never happened.
so you become more snappy, you are horrible to him. you push him away, you do not stand in the same room as him, you reach out to roxto to join you on your hunts. you do not treat him the same as you have before.
the people celebrate your hunts with your absence, you sit in silence, holding yourself as you mourn of the loss that is to come.
ao'nung is in despair. he does not wake up nor does he sleep, each day he courts he is putting on an act. each day he hears you have asked for roxto his heart falls out of his chest. his mind is filled of you but he does not want to torment you, he does not want you to suffer what he does.
each conversation he has with this woman is empty, each laugh is a lie, each smile is forced. she isn't you.
but whenever ao'nung tries to speak to you, you shut him down. when he tries to join you, you leave. your absence is painful.
so he seeks for you, he looks for you through the tides. he cannot fathom his future without you, he needs your blessings. he needs to know you're okay.
which is why you've ended up naked.
"speak to me, do not shy away from me...please" ao'nung begs.
"what is there to talk about ao'nung. what do you want me to say" you spit.
"tell me what is bothering you, why you are so distant?"
"you are to be wed soon, you should not be here."
"I don't care, tell me what is causing you to be so cold with me?"
"ao'nung. don't make this into a situation. I am happy for you, I wish you all the best now please, leave." you grit.
he shakes his head, stepping closer to you.
"you can't avoid me forever," he whines.
"stop...just stop this conversation." you plead.
"tell me to go and I will go, tell me to stay and I will stay."
he steps closer to you, pushing his body right onto yours. he traps you within his shoulders, lowering his head, his eyes meeting yours.
"tell me to go and I will go." he whispers, his cold breath fanning over your lips.
he edges his face closer, nose brushing yours.
"tell me to stay and I will stay." he shakes.
"ao'nung...stop,"
his hand goes to your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours tight.
"see how you feel in my hands,"
his fingers trace up your arm, goosebumps lifting behind each touch.
"see how you respond to me."
he buries his face into your neck, inhaling deeply.
"how intoxicating you smell."
"ao'nung...you can't do this," you gasp when his hands brush gently over your nipples.
"tell me what you want and I will give it to you," he presses a soft kiss against your neck.
"ao'nung."
he runs his nose against the nape of your neck, shivers running down your spine.
"tell me you hate me," he groans.
you shake your head no, biting down on your lip to contain the noises that threaten to leave.
"if you tell me to stop, I will stop."
his hands snake around your back, each touch earning a gasp from you. his fingers trace the not of your top that covers your breasts.
"tell me you don't want this and I will leave."
your silence is his answer, he easily unties the beautiful cloth and lets it fall. your breasts spring free, his eyes staring directly at the beauty he sees before him.
"you're all i think about"
his attack is instant, licking and sucking at each nipple. his saliva coats you, the pleasure forming between your thighs. you moan, clutching onto his hair, pulling at it. he growls at each tug, gripping your breasts in his large hands.
your arousal drips down your thighs, impossible to contain. he gropes at you, watching you squish your thighs together. every flick of his tongue on your nipple has you arching into his touch.
"I will not tease you, I will not make you wait." he groans.
"ao'nung...what...please"
he coos you, lips faintly kissing yours.
"I will kiss you once you are mine," he whispers but you do not hear him.
"let me worship you" he pleads.
his bright blue eyes laser into yours, the world around you silent. it is just you and him, not the clan, not your titles. just you and him. he lifts you, eyes never leaving yours, bringing you to the shore. placing you down, he unties your tweng.
"I will hold you, I will worship you. I will show you everything," he whispers against your neck.
his hands snake down your back, grabbing your ass. he spanks you, growling at the fullness in his hands. ao'nung's cock is painfully hard, desperate to come out. he has finally got what he has dreamed of in front of him, he has you right where he wants you. but he does not want you to think of anything else but him. ao'nung palms his cock through his tweng, watching your eyes drop down.
"I've seen the way you look at my tweng," a smile lingering.
"what? when have I ever?" you blush.
he lets his tweng drop, your jaw dropping. you moan from just the mere sight of his beautiful cock, veins running up his girth. his cock is slightly darker than his bright blue skin, he is thick. the mushroom tip is a dark shade of purple, leaking precum runs down to his heavy balls. painful.
"I'll stuff my cock inside you another time tìyawn (love)"
struggling to lift your eyes from his cock, he lifts you and walks with you into the water.
"what are you doing?" you question.
"you will see."
he lets go of you, you lie above the water, bobbing. ao'nung smirks as he looks at your naked figure, watching the ocean lift you up for him as his treat.
he spreads your legs open, hooking them over each shoulder.
"ao'nung..." you gasp, worried.
"tell me to stop and I will stop"
silence, his breath fanning over your bare pussy has your arching. he waits, letting the silence scare you before he makes his attack. sucking at your pussy in an instant. shock fills you, the pleasure clouds your mind.
"oh my...ao'nung!" you moan out.
his tongue licks your folds, spitting and spreading them. the cold water mixing in. but your arousal is not masked, you're sticky and soaked.
"fuck...all for me?" he groans.
he is sloppy, making out with your pussy like a starved man, desperate moans leave you, your thighs clamping his head into place. his tongue flicks against your clits, sucking and slapping against it. your eyes roll back as your grip onto his hair, hips shaking in his hold. you feel as though you will sink but ao'nung holds you in place, lifting you. his long tongue pushes your folds apart, circling your clenching hole. cock fucking up into the warm, tight waters. moaning against your pussy as he drinks your juices.
"tight fucking pussy, so sweet"
"nnghh, ao'nung! fuck" you scream.
"wanna stuff you on my fat cock, watch you cream" his voice deep with lust.
"wanna eat this pussy forever, fuck"
his tongue slowly pushes into you, the stretch painful. his fingers rub your clit, stimulation whilst you're split open on his tongue.
"fuck please, unghhh nung! 'm gonna" you scream.
your eyes roll back as he fills you. his tongue curls against your g spot, the sudden intrusion makes you scream. ao'nung's eyes roll back as you clench around his tongue, his cock desperate to feel you planted on him.
spitting the salty water against your pussy, he shoves his tongue back in. the moment you moan, he fucks your pussy on his tongue.
"nunggggg, fuck, Olo'eyktan!" you moan.
he groans, fucking you faster on his tongue.
"i'm your fucking Olo'eyktan, thats right tìyawn, call me it again. who's your Olo'eyktan?"
"you are! please, nung i feel like...i don't know!"
"you're gonna cum my love, you can cum, go on"
his tongue vibrates against your sensitive spot, your back arches in his hold, sparks setting off all over you as you cum. creaming all over his tongue, ao'nung does not stop.
he continues lathering you with a mix of his spit, salty water and your own cum. your needy cunt gushes his tongue, slop!slop!slop! lewd sounds of your pussy fill your ears.
"fuck, you like it when I shove my tongue in you?"
you nod frantically, whimpering.
"yes! yes please ao'nung I wanna feel you," you sob.
"in due time baby, lemme eat this tight pussy, get it ready for my fat fucking cock yeah?"
"sweet girl taking me soo good"
"clenching round nothin', you're so cute"
ao'nung's praises that are so innocent but so dirty push you to the brink of another orgasm.
"nung!"
"yeah?"
"feel like...feel's weird!" you whine.
"gonna cum again?"
"yeah...yeah! but nnghh fuck, feel like i'm-"
"squirt on my tongue, nga tsewtx 'eve (you dirty girl)"
holding you close, ao'nung dresses you.
"you did so good for me" he whispers, kissing your forehead.
you sigh, clutching onto his chest.
"ao'nung"
"I know what you're about to say."
"tell me the truth"
"I am no longer courting her,"
"huh!?" you gasp.
"I couldn't continue courting her. not when you fill my mind, when you are all I think about. you are all I see, no matter how far you go it is not far enough. I can't escape you in my dreams nor my mind, if I continue to reject the thought of you...I don't know what could happen to me." he confesses.
"ao'nung," you're speechless.
"I humble myself before you, I want you. only you. oel ngati kameie,"
warmth fills you, each night you suffered, each day you feel to your knees. praying to eywa, begging for her to guide ao'nung to you, show him you are what he deserves. to take you.
"ao'nung, i do not want you to force yourself to be with me, I don't want you to trap yourself"
"if im trapped between your thighs for the rest of my life, I will survive a happy man"
you slap his chest, giggling.
he kneels between your knees, his cock standing erect.
"people will see us!" you scold him.
"let them see, they will be lucky to watch."
he brings his kuru over his shoulder, your eyes blown wide as he lifts it. waiting for you. giving yours to his, his hands shake.
"it has always been you, from the moment I saw you it has been you."
"I should have told you ao'nung, I shouldn't have run from this"
"do not be silly, I tried to fight, stop myself from having you."
"you have me, you will always have me."
his pupils are blown as he stares down at you, cock teasing your folds.
"then let me have you for the rest of my life,"
"ao'nung! the people will see us!"
"are you worried?"
"yes!? I don't want them to see you fuck me,"
he groans at your words, laughing. shaking his head, he wraps his hand around your throat.
"you want this cock?"
"yes," you moan.
"then let them see who's cock this belongs to,"
he shoves his fat cock into your tight hole, the pain of being stretched out so wide and full has tears pricking your eyes. your hips cramp and your body stills, ao'nung presses soft kisses down your chest.
"breathe for me, slow and steady"
he pulls himself back and bottoms out in you completely, filling you to the brim.
"this pussy...fuck me, you are so fucking tight." he moans.
ao'nung holds your kuru's against one another, watching the pink tendrils edge close. overstimulated, tears stream down your face.
"aw sevin (pretty), don't cry on my cock." he coos.
he pushes your kuru's together, the tendrils fighting for dominance, wrapping around each other, pushing and brushing past, sinking into one another.
the feeling intoxicating, pleasure shoots into you both, every nerve buzzing, hearing blood flow, each other's hearts beat, feeling the tightness of your pussy and how heavy he sits inside you. ao'nung's eyes roll back, your screams echoing.
"fuck!" he roars.
his attack is brutal, pistoling his fat, girthy cock into your poor tight pussy. forcing you to take his cock up against your cervix, ao'nung moans and you're spread wider.
