kiri = marinette

adrien = tsireya (endgame)

luka = rotxo

Ok. Ok so get this, I’m working on a 5+1 Rotxo/Kiri centric fic, and I start writing times they’ve interacted. Then I’m like shit, when else did they interact other than the intro, bully scene, swim scene? So far so good. AND THEN I LOOK IT UP AND ROTXO WASNT IN AONUNG’S GANG WHO BULLIED KIRI AND LO’AK??

First of all. So good, so good. Makes the ship 10x better in my opinion—IF ONLY I HADNT ALREADY STARTED WRITING MY PROMPT WITH THE BULLYING SCENE.

Whatever, I’m just going to toss it out here TT. The premise of this prompt is 5+1 times Rotxo unknowingly caught and acted on a crush, and the one time he did so knowingly. Supposedly, this was time 2 which I had to have scrapped. Mind you, it’s not edited, lengthened or beta corrected since it’s purely scrap now. Anyways, enjoy!

2.

Rotxo had to admit, bullying the unfamiliar na’vi was kind of a shitty thing to do. Was she different? Yes. Was she a little weird about the ocean? Double yes. Did she have five fingers, a definite mutation that was, in entirely a genetic standpoint, not normal? Triple yes. Did she—okay. He was totally getting off the rail here.

What he was trying to say, was that he felt a little bad cursing at the poor girl. Especially when Aonung took it a little too far and got absolutely beat to hell and back by the tiny forest na’vi who coincidentally had the same odd genetic mutation. Maybe not that little, but, you know. Same thing, they had taken it too far in the end.

He also did not fancy waking up the next morning with a throbbing black eye, so he let Aonung do the heavy punching and just… stayed back. Maybe pulled on Lo’ak’s tail a bit. Grabbed a leg or two.

Look, he didn’t want to look too pathetic in front of her! It was a matter of pride, yes, of pride. He couldn’t look weak infront of the new na’vi and have her think he was just a henchman, or worse.

Rotxo tries to think really hard about anything but him being a henchman. Aonung simply had… specific ideals on how to handle situations. He was just trying to do the good thing and be a supportive bestfriend! He was also the chief’s first born son, so no one was trying that hard to get on his bad side. What? Being his friend gave him some pretty sweet privilages. Like… wow. Maybe Rotxo really was just a henchman, and for no particularily good reason either.

Whatever, he’d deal with that problem later. For now, he’d just worry about getting the shorter forest na’vi off of his friend. Which was proving to be kind of difficult, like he had his claws in Aonung’s skin and refused to be seperated from him. Ugh, even Rotxo in his most desperate days didn’t want to be that close to him.

He must’ve said that out loud though, or at least made a noise of disgust gripping onto Lo’ak’s leg, because at a quick glance he could see the girl giggling, mouth hidden behind a pretty, thin hand. She was looking straight at him, soft laughter filling his ears. His ears burned at the sight.

Yeah, he definitely could not look like an idiot in front of her. Which was why he attempted to push Lo’ak’s legs down and finally end the fight, incapacitate him most likely. Except he got kicked in the knee, repeatedly. Then also straight in the balls.

Eywa, he was really starting to hate the Suli siblings. Almost as much as he hated the Tonowari’s, mischievous and ruthless in whatever they wanted to do. Freaking nepotism babies, Rotxo moaned in his head, curling over in pain. Children of the Olo’eyktan’s were all different breeds of annoyances. He’d definitely get Aonung back for this later, dump raw fish juice on him while he was sleeping for dragging him into this mess.

Yeah, he’d definitely do that, Rotxo mused as he let himself just lay down in the sand, face first. He really did not want to see the pretty forest girl’s reaction to him right now, and he kind of just wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“Are you alright?” An unfamiliar but easy to place voice said, sweet timber of her voice settling over his shoulders like a blanket. A hand settled over his shoulder, warmth seeping through. Great. Not only did he get kicked in the balls, had an odd revelation about his relationship with his bestfriend, and was beat by a skinnier and shorter na’vi than he was, but he failed his primary goal of not looking pathetic in front of the girl.

Being one with Eywa sounded real magical right about now, maybe have her turn his bones into dust. From dust we came, to dust we belong, he thought, trying very hard to ignore his embarrassment.

mountain dweller

ao3 fic by: titaniumized

A moment of distraction during a lesson with Rotxo leads to one of the best questions of her life. If only they could just be less awkward about it.

Words: 3856, Chapters: 1/2 (In Progress), Language: English

Fandoms: Avatar (Cameron Movies)

Rating: No Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Rotxo (Avatar)/Kiri te Suli Kireysi'ite

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