#avinia x reader

The ocean stretched endlessly around you.

Waves lapped gently against the shoreline of the small, untouched island you and Avinia had stumbled upon during your travels. No footprints or any signs of sentient life. A few monster tracks here and there with the largest appearing to be from some brute wyvern. Apex predator perhaps, but it wasn't hunting alongside the shoreline now.

Just wind, water… and quiet.

“...It’s beautiful,” Avinia murmured softly, wind gently brushing through her blonde tangles.

You glanced back at her, smiling. “Feels like it was waiting for us, doesn’t it?”

She nodded, her pale blue eyes scanning the horizon, her expression calm—but softer than usual. Frostfang had found a nice sunny rock and curled up to doze upon it. Seeing her monstie enjoying the scenery made you acutely aware of your own.

Behind you, a low, rumbling snort broke the silence.

“Hey—Thornax, don’t start,” you warned, already turning.

Your Espinas monstie shifted its weight, spiked tail flicking with unmistakable mischief. A second later—

It lunged.

You barely dodged, laughing as you stumbled back into the grass. Yes, there has been many a time where poison and paralysis plagued your body from roughhousing with your monstie, but it was a playful personality that you could never ignore.

“Oh, you wanna go?!”

Thornax huffed, lowering its head, and charged again—not with real aggression, but a playful, exaggerated force. You met it halfway, grabbing onto one of its horns as it pushed forward, boots digging into the dirt.

“C’mon—!” you strained, grinning, “—I just fed you!”

The two of you tumbled together, you rolling off its side as it let out a low, almost smug growl. You shoved its side with a smirk.

It nudged you back harder, tail flicking back and forth with the excitement of an energetic Palico.

“Hey—!”

Another shove. Another push.

Soon enough, it turned into full-on roughhousing—laughing, wrestling, dodging swipes that were just a little too slow to ever actually hit you. Frostfang lifted his head, noticed the playfighting, and then went right back to snoozing. Endemic life fled the scene.

A few steps away, Avinia watched quietly.

The wind brushed through her hair, carrying the sound of your laughter across the open field.

She didn’t interrupt.

Didn’t call out.

Didn’t move at all.

Her hands rested loosely in front of her, fingers gently intertwined as her gaze softened.

You looked… so free.

Not a Rider burdened by expectations. Not someone chasing answers or fighting fate.

Just… you.

Laughing. Alive. Happy. Just a human being enjoying a precious moment with their monstie.

Her eyes drifted to Thornax as it bumped you back again, sending you stumbling with a laugh. An Espinas with such playful energy was a rare sight in its own right.

You didn’t get angry.

You never did.

Even with a monster as dangerous as an Espinas—you treated it with warmth, trust… and affection.

And it trusted you right back.

Avinia’s lips curved into the faintest smile.

“...You’re amazing,” she whispered under her breath.

The words were carried off by the wind before they could ever reach you. The waves swallowed them up, but that didn't make them disappear.

Her gaze lingered, something deeper settling behind her calm expression.

A quiet ache. A quiet warmth.

Something she didn’t say out loud—couldn’t, not yet.

Her fingers tightened slightly together.

Gods…

Her smile grew just a little, softer now. More vulnerable.

...I really love him too much.

You yelped as Thornax suddenly knocked you flat onto your back and into the ocean water.

“Okay—okay! I surrender!”

It loomed over you for a second… then huffed and flopped down beside you instead, clearly pleased with itself. But now before it launched a fireball of triumph into the sky, probably alerting your guys' presence to every living thing on the island.

Panting, you turned your head—

And caught Avinia watching.

“…What?” you asked, a little breathless, smiling anyway.

She blinked, as if pulled from a distant thought.

Then she shook her head gently.

“...Nothing.”

But her smile lingered, soft and light.

She'll be so much more shy around you in the first few months of your relationship, i mean, she's not one to brag or to speak her feelings, so it'll take some getting used to.

BUT this does not mean in any way, that she'll stay that way forever.

As you get comfortable, (this is most likely after Frostfang accepts you as a part of their life) she'll come out of her shell bit by bit, until she's almost all sunshine and rainbows.

No doubt that once you two have gotten used to each other that she'll start to try and spend more time with you outside of her patrols and things.

However, as I would think Frostfang is a very territorial monstie, they would be vying for her attention as often as they can.

While we're on the subject of being jealous....

Avinia is not the type to get jealous easily, she's a very realistic person, very down to earth and grounded. So she knows that she's not going to be the only girl that you're around, and even though it still hurts (depending on who you're with ofc) she won't let it show unless it becomes too much on her.

On the other hand, she can be easily flustered at times. like when you first asked her out (or vice versa whichever works for you!)

Overall she'd be a very nice, understanding, and kind partner to you!

The winter winds bellowed and blew throughout the Loloska region. This was a sign to the people of Kuan that an even colder cold front was on its way, and the village needs to start prepping to keep everyone as warm as possible. Avinia stood outside the village gates with Frostfang behind her. The Barioth sneezed a little as a snowflake fell on his nose. His rider glanced at him to make sure he was alright and then turned her gaze on the horizon while brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. A frown came onto her face.

Where were you?

After Ratha had destroyed the windmills her and the village took so long to build, you had offered to help in any way possible to make up for it. Avinia took that to heart when she asked you to come back to Kuan and help her collect some firewood. And while you could be a scatterbrain, you were normally punctual when it came to someone asking for help. So that raised that question as to what trouble you got into. Frostfang suddenly appeared very alert.

"What's wrong?" She asked her monstie, but the Barioth remained vigilant, staring off into the distance as if he were in a trance.

For some reason, this made Avinia's heart beat frantically. She clutched her hands over her chest in some subconscious attempt to ease her racing heart, but to no avail. Her breath became shaky when Frostfang began to growl while taking a few steps forward.

"What is it?" She pleaded to her monstie, and this time the Barioth turned and leaned down on his left side. It was an invitation to get in the saddle. Avinia took no time in listening to him and hopping up.

The village would have to wait. Her monstie came first.

"Frostfang!" Avinia exclaimed as the Barioth took off faster than a Valstrax. It immediately got ten times colder as Frostfang flew higher and higher, making the wind worse too. Avinia began to feel sick as he flew in the general direction of the Lamure Desert. But she has never felt sick on her monstie before, so why now did she feel so uneasy. Only when the snow began to disperse and made way for warmer winds did Avinia start to understand.

Frostfang has behaved this way once before. And when that happened, she ran into you and Ratha. The idea that Frostfang sensed that you were in danger made her blood run cold.

Eventually, Frostfang landed outside the entrance to a tower in the middle of the desert. It appeared crumbled and abandoned. But despite the Barioth's obvious discomfort at the scorching weather, he began to move inside, forcing his rider to follow behind.

Once inside, Avinia was quick to get her and her monstie behind some crumbled stone when her blue eyes caught sight of some familiar-sounding armor. She herself has never lain eyes on these cultists, but you described them to her well enough for her not to be mistaken.

The cult that had wanted to summon Oltura was still at large.

Avinia heard that they were sparred, but they must not have stopped trying to find a way to bring back their god of a monster. She bet they were still after Ratha in some grotesque effort to sacrifice him. What is wrong with people?

Frostfang must have sensed the Rathalos in danger and wanted to help. She felt pride at her monstie's actions, but the sound of an elevator caught her attention. Avinia expected more of these deranged riders, maybe even Ratha was with them, but nothing could have prepared her for what she actually saw.

It was you. Stripped of your protective armor, covered in cuts, and chained. You looked awful.

She gasped and one of the cultist's monsties, a Nargacuga, glanced in her direction. Avinia covered her mouth with one hand, and used the other to hold Frostfang back so she could listen. The leader, who looked to be wyverian, was speaking to you.

"Are you ready to assist us, boy? " He stated coldly with his hands behind his back. You shakily lifted your head to meet his gaze. Blood had begun to drip into your eyes.

"I said it before, and I'll say it again...Never, Zellard." You sputtered. The wyverian's grip on his hands tightened, obviously pissed off.

"If you won't use your powers, then we'll just have to make you." Zellard threatened. Avinia, still hidden from sight, widened her eyes.

How did they find out about your powers?

Avinia knew about them a little while after she met you. Apparently, you could use your voice to get wild monsters to listen to you. And even more so, you could use powers of monsters, such as breathing fire or some other type of elemental attack. It was like you had the body of a human and the soul of a monster. It was one of the reasons you bonded with Ratha so well. Both of you had unfathomable power. How these guys found out, she had no idea. But with Oltura gone, they must want to use your powers in its place to bring the world to an end. Or worse, somehow bring that elder dragon back.

"Make me?" Your voice brought her back to reality.

With a nod to one of the cult riders, who hurried off down one of the corridors, Ratha was soon brought into view. He too was chained, but also drugged, making his powers worthless. The cultist who brought Ratha out then had a sword placed over his neck.

"You will create us a new world, or your Rathalos won't get to greet another dawn." The leader threatened with a sick grin.

Your eyes widened, clearly feeling the pain of not just yourself, but also your monstie. Tears soon began to spill, making Zellard laugh.

Avinia clenched her fists; she too had tears. How cruel, forcing you to choose between the life of your monstie or the death of the entire world. This time, she couldn't stop Frostfang from making their presence known as he leaped out and roared.

The Nargacuga from earlier, along with all the cult members, turned to look. Shock and anger began to move throughout the group, but you just look beyond stunned.

"Avinia?"

"Frostfang! Let's go!" She wasn't even upset or scared that they have been discovered. Avinia was going to save you, it was just a matter of when and how.

But how was she going to fight all these riders? Not to mention that Frostfang was going to get heatstroke soon. She had to think quickly, and her eyes scanned all the enemy monsties.

A Nargacuga, a Tigrex, a Purple Ludroth, and a Gendrome...

A small smile came to her face. None of these monsties could fly.

She urged Frostfang to take to the air and start firing ice cyclones. Two of the four monsties below struggled to move out of the way. Avinia used the large and open interior of this room to her advantage during the fight, and once Frostfang was ready, they unleashed their devastating kinship attack.

Once the air settled, the cultists and their monsties lay unconscious.

"We did it Frostfang!" She shouted victoriously as her monstie practically collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily from the fight and the heat. Avinia was quick to hop off and feel his skin which felt like it was on fire.

"Oh no, you're burning up..." She murmured pitifully as she stroked the Barioth's neck.

"Hey Avinia...up here." Your voice sounded weak, but there was still strength behind your words. She looked between Frostfang and you but eventually realized that all she could do was let her monstie rest. Running up to you, she began to undo your chains while trying to ignore the hissing you would do every time she accidentally brushed against a cut.

"Sorry." She whispered, hating to see you in pain. To your surprise, you laughed a little.

"Sorry? You just saved my life. And Ratha's too..." You said, a little out of breath by the end of your statement. It was clear that your body was weak even if your mind wasn't.

Avinia moved over to start freeing Ratha, the monstie still appearing out of it. But other than that, he was unharmed.

"Where did that wyverian go?" She asked, her senses on high alert with the fact that he was the only one not present.

"Zellard? He ran off when the fight began. Probably didn't want to get caught again...coward." You muttered while scooting over to lean against the way, closing your eyes.

Then you peeked one open to look at her as she checked Ratha over.

"By the way...how did you know we were here?"

"Frostfang sensed something. Like that time when I met you. He brought me all the way here...Oh no, Frostfang!" Avinia then remembered her weakened monstie that she had left behind. Running over to him, she found that he was still down, and breathing slowly. His skin still felt too hot. A Barioth's skin should feel like ice, and his felt like magma.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my beloved Frostfang." She cried slightly while petting his head. While she was very grateful to have saved you, she loved her monstie with all her heart, and seeing him in any sort of pain brought her grief.

"Avinia, here."

Somehow you had stumbled down the stairs and over to her. You had some cool mist in your hand. But where...?

"Ratha has some supplies still in his saddlebag. Those cultists weren't looking for any loot." You said with a lopsided grin. Upon hearing his name, Ratha slowly got to his feet and stretched. The drug must've worn off enough that he could move again.

"Thank you, Y/N." Avinia said with a smile so bright it could make the sun jealous. Feeling flustered made you feel lightheaded. But before you went down, Ratha was quick to come over and catch you.

"Here Frostfang. This will make you feel better." Avinia said soothing while applying the cool mist to the Barioth's body. Within a matter of minutes, his skin felt cold to the touch again, and he was much more alert.

"I'm so glad you're okay! That you all are okay!" She said joyfully while hugging Frostfang before moving to hug you. But you just winced.

"Ow. Ow. Ow."

"Sorry!"

"It's alright. Thanks, Avinia. And you too Frostfang." You said with a slight laugh. She smiled at you while Frostfang lightly growled in acknowledgement. Leaning back on her knees, Avinia gave you a concerned look.

"How did those people know about your powers? And how did they find you?"

"It's a long story."

Looking back, you saw that Ratha had fallen asleep. Using his energy so quickly to catch you after being drugged must have taken a shock to his body. Avinia looked to see that Frostfang had fallen asleep as well. The heat shock and battle took a toll on him. Seeing as you guys weren't going anywhere soon, she scooted over to sit beside you.