#sullys

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summary As the niece of Grace Augustine, responsibility has always shadowed your every step. But this time, you choose to chase it—journeying to Pandora to carry forward your aunt’s devotion to its people and ecosystem. Welcomed into the Omaticaya’s lush rainforest home, you expect purpose and legacy. What you don’t expect is to find yourself entangled in the arms of the future Olo’eyktan.

warnings neteyam x reader, this story canonically happens between the events of Way of The Water and the first movie but the characters ages have been adjusted to fit the story. So neteyam is in his 20s and so is the reader. Some characters are also brought back from the dead bcs I wanted to <3 love my man Tsu’tey .

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Part Three

The next day blooms blue and bright, sunlight filtering through the woven canopy of the tent and warming your skin before your eyes even fully open. This time, you are more comfortable waking up in your new body, having gotten used to it by now, the stretch of longer limbs and the gentle weight of your braid resting along your back no longer foreign.

You await your hike with Neteyam today, even though you have convinced yourself that what Neteyam feels with you is platonic comfort and nothing more, and that you should not escalate things and make him uncomfortable. The prospect of spending time with him, platonic or not, excites you in a way you refuse to examine too closely.

You wash up, cool water running over blue skin and grounding you in the present, before changing into the day’s clothes. The fabric settles naturally now. Familiar. You carry a fanny pack filled with the things you would need for today’s work, fingers moving quickly as the morning fills with the soft clatter of equipment and distant conversation.

As you are consumed in the quiet hustle of packing, Neteyam’s voice cuts gently through the static of movement.

“Hey, Dari.”

You pause.

The name he gave you feels like honey on freshly picked fruit. It tastes sweet in his mouth and comforting in your ears, lingering longer than it should.

“Excited for today?”

You raise your eyebrows. Excited? Could this mean he sees this as much more than a friendly field trip?

“Yeah,” you say plainly, a smile still plastered across your face. “Can’t wait to hike.” The sarcasm is more audible now.

A subtle shift in his posture.

“Oh, there’s no hike,” he corrects you. “Dad said I could take you on my ikran.”

Ikran.

The word settles into your chest before it fully reaches your mind.

“Ikran? No way.” Your face fills with awe as you finally turn to face Neteyam by the tent flap. His posture is a sight of grace and hardness at the same time. Sunlight falls cleanly over his sharp cheekbones. There is an expression of thrill and challenge on his face as he watches your reaction, as if he anticipated every second of it.

“I’m going to fall to my death,” you tell him as you move closer, excitement overtaking fear.

“I’ll catch you,” he says, slow and meaningful, the words leaving his mouth before he seems to consider them. “My ikran will,” he corrects himself.

“Regardless of who or what it is, I just want to be caught,” you reassure him.

That subtle giveaway does not escape you.

“Fair enough.” He nods once, composure settling back over him.

Soon after, the two of you make your way from the tent onto the higher branches where the ikran rookery rests among the trees. The air grows cooler here, wind stronger as it weaves between leaves and woven platforms.

“Wait why did you wake me so early if we’re not going to hike?” You ask him. He doesn’t reply, just tilts his head to the side—his father’s son— and gives you a knowing, mischievous smile. 

Neteyam steps forward and makes a series of sharp, practiced calls, the sounds carrying outward into open sky.

A rush of wings answers him.

A beautiful purple ikran bursts from the trees and lands before him, powerful and precise, folding its wings with a low rumble, dutiful and subservient.

Neteyam strokes its neck, gentle and almost parental.

“You’re taming your ikran,” he declares.

“What? No? No!” You’re excited but scared at the same time. If the idea of flying one had scared you earlier, flying on your own ikran scares you ten times more now.

“Dad asked that you be given an opportunity to form tsaheylu. Thought it would be fun to see you all nervous and floppy,” he says, a smirk pulling at his mouth, barely holding back a laugh.

“No way,” you tell him, eyes widening. “I’m not even trained.”

“You’ve got the kuru. That’s all you need. For now.”

You shake your head in reluctant submission. Neteyam climbs onto his ikran’s neck, sliding forward to make space behind him. You raise an eyebrow at the gesture.

“Climb on,” he says, motioning behind him. “We’re going to the roostery. That’s where you’ll find one.”

“To tame?” Your voice rises with shock. Your disbelief only seems to amuse him. He reaches back, impatient, waiting for you. You take his hand and climb on, settling awkwardly behind him, your knees bracketing his thighs as you try to hold yourself steady.

“Closer,” he murmurs.

It’s soft. Almost a whisper.

You move forward, hesitantly at first, then fully. Your bodies align, fitting together as the ikran launches into the sky. The wind rushes past you as you glide, the forest falling away beneath you.

He lands inside a hill cave layered with stone, a waterfall spilling down one side like a silver curtain. He tells you to move carefully along the ledge. You follow him into a clearing where dozens of restless ikran lie groaning and snapping their wings.

“Find yours,” he says, smiling. “Form tsaheylu.” He nods toward your braid.

“H-how do I even know which one I’m supposed to bond with?” you ask.

“It’ll try to kill you,” he says with a snicker.

He’s teasing, but he stays close. Protective. Not interfering, just watching. You move carefully between them. One lunges. Another shrieks. One sends you tumbling hard onto the stone. Each time you hit the ground, breath knocked from your lungs, you force yourself back up.

It isn’t just about taming an ikran.

You want to prove to him that you can. That you are capable. That you are something more than the girl who follows him through the forest. You don’t know why his approval feels like air in your lungs, but it does.

After a long struggle, you find her.

A beautiful pink ikran with white patterns scattered across her wide body, like snowfall against flushed skin. Her eyes are a striking green. She lunges at you, you hold your ground, and when your kuru connects, the world goes silent.

You name her Hawnu. Snow. For the white that graces her pink.

You and Hawnu rise into the sky.

Neteyam flies beside you, far enough to let you find your rhythm, close enough to protect you if you falter. You let out breathless whoops of joy as you lean into the wind, exhilaration flooding you. The sky feels endless. You feel endless.

When you glance at him, he’s already looking at you.

Like you’ve done something impossible. Like you’ve hung the moon yourself.

You fly deeper into the forest together, cutting through branches and tall grass before landing in a quiet clearing far below. It’s noon. You can feel it in the warmth on your skin.

The forest had been generous that evening. Light poured through the canopy in molten strands, catching in your beads as you and Neteyam walked through familiar paths with an ease that felt newly earned. The earlier tension between you had softened into something almost companionable. You spoke of your ikrans with pride, comparing their speed, their dives, their tempers. He listened with that composed patience of his, correcting you only when your exaggerations grew too bold.

“Your ikran does not dive sharper,” he said, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “You just push her like you have something to prove.”

“She trusts me, okay.”

“She survives you,” he replied, amused.

The forest dimmed gradually around you. Neither of you noticed how far you had wandered until the shadows thickened and the air cooled.

“It’s getting late,” he said, glancing up. “We should head back.”

You agreed and turned toward the direction of the roost. The rustle came suddenly from the undergrowth to your left. It was too heavy to be wind.

Neteyam moved before thought could catch up. His arm wrapped firmly around your wrist and drew you behind him. His body shifted into place, shoulders squared, stance steady.

“Behind me,” he said sharply.

The first viperwolf emerged with a snarl, shoulders tense and eyes fixed. Two more followed, circling in widening arcs. Neteyam’s bow lifted with fluid precision. The first arrow struck clean. The forest erupted into motion.

You moved instinctively, back to his back as another lunged. He turned sharply, but one wolf broke through the side as you pivoted. Its claws raked across his chest before he drove it back with controlled force. He did not cry out. His jaw tightened and he steadied himself.

“Neteyam!”

“I’m fine,” he said through his teeth.

The final wolf retreated after your blade struck close enough to warn. Silence reclaimed the clearing in careful increments. Leaves settled. Insects resumed their distant hum.

You turned to him fully then. A long scratch marked his chest beneath the strap that crossed it. Another thin line traced his left cheekbone.

“That is not fine.”

“It’s nothing,” he insisted.

You guided him to sit upon a patch of cool grass despite his composure. He did not resist. You gathered medicinal leaves and crushed them between your palms, releasing their sharp scent into the evening air. When you knelt before him, the quiet between you shifted.

“Take that off,” you said, nodding at the strap.

He held your gaze for a brief moment before unfastening it. The leather fell away and the fading light revealed the full breadth of the wound. He was built with the disciplined strength of someone who trained not for vanity but for duty. His chest rose steadily despite the scratch that marked it.

You dipped the crushed leaves and pressed them gently against the wound. He inhaled at the cool contact. Not from pain, but from the sudden awareness of your touch. His eyes remained fixed on you, head slightly tilted as if memorizing the exact expression you wore.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not as much as you think.”

As you adjusted the leaves, your eyes caught a faint red marking near his collarbone. It was the clear impression of a small hand.

“What’s that?”

He glanced down briefly.

“That’s from No’ang. My promised. We had molds made of each others hands as kids, it is custom to adorn it every day”

“Oh.”

“It doesn’t mean anything,” he added, almost sounding like reassurance.

“Oh.”The word felt heavier the second time. 

The forest seemed too still around you.You know you shouldn’t want this.

The thought rose without permission. You pressed the leaves more carefully this time, your fingers brushing the warmth of his skin. He flexed slightly beneath your touch, not intentionally, but because he felt it.

You moved upward and applied the medicine to the scratch along his cheek. Your fingers lingered there for a fraction too long.

“Thanks,” you said quietly. “For stepping in like that.”

He watched you with an intensity that made your pulse unsteady.

“I’m not going to stand there and let something touch you,” he said. “That’s not happening.”

The words were simple. Not poetic. But they landed harder than anything rehearsed.If this man really was promised, why was he speaking to you as though he were your husband?

He leaned closer, slowly, giving you time to move if you wanted to. His breath brushed your skin. His eyes dropped briefly to your lips before returning to your gaze.

The air tightened.For one suspended moment, it felt inevitable.

You pulled back abruptly and rose to your feet.

“We should go now.”

His expression shifted, confused but restrained.

“Yeah. Okay.”

You mounted your ikrans for the journey back. The wind between you felt colder than before.

When you landed within the territory of the Omaticaya, the sky had darkened fully. He approached you with careful hesitation.

“Hey. If I made that weird… I didn’t mean to.”

You did not let him finish. You turned and walked away before your voice could betray you.

Behind you, he stayed rooted to the spot. Moving forward only after you’d tread far enough to leave a safe distance between you two.

He was promised. Engaged in the quiet political way that bound futures long before feelings had space to interfere. The knowledge struck harder than you expected. It angered you despite your own engagement being equally real and equally complicated.

You resolved to avoid him after this. You felt foolish for caring and furious for feeling wounded. He dealt with you with such passion and care, all the while being promised to another woman who may love him tenfold more than you do. 

As you returned from the roostery, the clearing buzzed with unusual movement. Voices overlapped. Children ran between woven tents. Traders had arrived.

Neteyam, despite the distance you had created, followed the path you had taken, unable to ignore the pull.

The commotion parted as a procession entered the heart of the village. Windtraders draped in layered fabrics carried carved goods and rare materials. 

Neteyam Sully x Omatikaya! Reader

The clearing was loud with laughter — the kind that only happened when there were no adults around and no responsibilities in sight.

(yn) was sitting cross-legged in the grass with Tuk braiding random flowers into her hair, Kiri lying on her stomach nearby, and Lo’ak pacing dramatically like he was giving a very important speech.

They had somehow — somehow — started talking about Neyetam. It started out about how (yn) had an obvious crush on him but then it slowly turned into a judging session.

“I just don’t get it,” Kiri said, twirling a blade of grass. “What do you see in him?”

𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪!𝔸𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕩 ℕ𝕒’𝕧𝕚!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Warnings: A little angst | Aonung being a bitch | Not quite smut but spicy (might be smut if I make a part two) | Dry humping | Humiliation kink | Choking | Degradation etc.. | Slightly proof read | if I’m not lazy I’ll make a part 2

Summary: After hearing about an incident with the Sullys, Y/N travels to the metkayina clan with Norm to help out. While she would’ve loved to enjoy the trip, it would seem a certain someone was there to make her life absolutely miserable. (Part two here)

The chopper buzzed in her ears as the cool breeze cut against her skin. Her hands fiddled with the small keychain she’d taken from Norm, her adoptive father of sorts. After the fall of the great tree and the loss of her parents, Norm took her in along with several others. She’d always had a strong connection with him, viewing him as her father figure. With her parents passing when she was only a baby, she didn’t have any real memories of them. Only stories that others told, praising them of their great feats and contagious personalities. Y/N always enjoyed hearing about those stories, to hear about how her parents impacted other peoples lives. All except for hers.

An exasperated sigh left her lips as she allowed her head to rest against the back of her seat. Across from her sat Norm, a small smile on the face of his avatar form. “Hey, what’s up?” He leaned forward, placing a hand lightly onto her knee. She could only smile in response, shaking her head at his question. “It is nothing. Just thinking.” She chimed as she slipped the red keychain into the pocket of her jean shorts. Y/N knew it was odd for her to wear manmade clothing rather than the traditional omaticayan attire. It was just what she felt comfortable in, and what she saw around her as a child. Her eyes flickered over to Norm’s once more, her smile fading away just as quickly as it had appeared.

“Kiri, do you think she’s okay? Jake sounded worried when he called for us.”

Norm gave her knee a squeeze before his hand retreated back to his lap. “I’m not sure what to think, but I’m hoping everything will be okay.” He replied, his gaze softening at her concern. “Hey-“ Norm leaned to the side, peeking his head outside of the chopper. “We’re here. Cmon grab your things kid, we need to be quick.” He said as the chopper began to descend. As it did she peeked over the edge just as Norm had done. She was in absolute awe. Y/N had never truly visited the sea. In fact, she’d never left the forest. The only reason she even tagged along was because she had missed the Sullys, but now that she took in the beauty of the metkayina clan, she was awestruck. The pale sands, the crystal like waters, and the beautiful metkayina people entranced her. She hurriedly went to grab her supplies as norm had asked. Tossing her bag over her shoulder she awaited the ships landing. As soon as the chopper met the ground, she hopped out, her feet meeting the warm sand. The minuscule grains crunched beneath her feet and sunk between her toes, managing to draw an airy chuckle from her. “Cool.” She murmured to herself before Max shouted her name, urging her over. “I need you to wait for us here okay. We’ve got this, so just chill for me.” Y/Ns expression contorted into one of disbelief, her jaw slack as a brow quirked. “What? That’s so unfair Max. I came all this way to help and now I have to sit like a kid and wait? Ugh.” She rolled her eyes, her tongue clicking as she stared down at him.

“Y/N I’m being serious, just wait here and watch the ship. Now I’ve got to go help. Stay, here.” He gave her a stern look as if he was warning her not to disobey. “Yeah yeah..” She sighed, her arms folding over her chest as she leaned against the air ship. She could feel the eyes of the metkayina people on her, watching her and the ship closely. To say that it was awkward would be an understatement. The longer she stood there, the more she desired to escape their judging stares. That, and she wanted to explore the beautiful island. Y/N thought about it for a moment, going over different scenarios of how Max would lecture her if she left the ship. He’d probably say what he usually did. “You can’t just do that Y/N— No Y/N go to your room— blah blah blah.” She almost laughed at the thought. Except she remembered his words. He said that she had to watch the ship, and she could easily watch the ship from another part of the island couldn’t she? She pushed herself off of the ships side, the warm metal no longer against her back.

“Alright Max, I’ll watch the ship.” She chuckled to herself before departing from the coastal side. As she wandered deeper into the island, she observed even more. The exotic flora, the beautiful fauna, and the metkayina people. To her, they were just as mesmerizing as the rest of their home, yet their stares of distaste and confusion began to make her think. Y/N knew she was different from others, she was used to the stares of her own people. Even they believed what she wore and how she acted was odd. Yet the metkayina people looked completely different around her. Their skin was lighter, allowing them to blend in with the crystalline waters. Their ears were smaller, and they also wore traditional clothing. Y/N was the odd one out, again. Her confidence fell, along with her gaze. The sand suddenly seemed much more interesting than the harsh stares from the people around her.

Y/N wasn’t paying any mind to her surroundings, that much was apparent. Her gaze was locked on the sand padding beneath her steps, and less on the approaching group. Thud, she stumbled back, a gasp leaving her as she steadied herself. “Sorry..” She muttered as she peeked up through her lashes, her gaze falling on the man in front of her. His eyes narrowed, watching her intently as he laughed maliciously. Y/N noticed the other laughs surrounding her, the sight of three other boys around her age pointing and gawking at her. “What’s wrong with the way she talks? Sounds so weird. And look at her tail, it’s so skinny.” One of the boys chimed in as they attempted to grab at her tail, before she swatted him away with her hand. “Stop it..” Her voice was quiet, unsure.

“Stop it.” Another boy mocked before laughing once again. “Are you another one of those forest freaks? I mean, I can tell. What are you wearing freak? You’re dressed like one of those demons.” The one she’d bumped into spoke, his eyes trailing along her body as he circled around her. His eyes wandered her unusual figure, her annoyingly dark blue skin, her big amber eyes. Just the mere sight of them boiled his blood, irked his entire being. Yet, she drew him in like a moth to a flame. Which is why Aonung found himself circling around her, a smirk slithering onto his face as he took in all of her features. Her thin striped tail and the way it whipped around as he teased at her. Her odd clothing and the way it hugged her body just right. What a freak. “Hey, you think she’s even a real forest freak? I mean look at her.” He pushed at her back as he walked behind her, though didn’t use much force. This irritated Y/N, causing her to hiss and slap his hand away. “Why are you being such a jerk? I don’t even know you and you’re trying to bother me.” Aonung didn’t bother responding. Instead he grabbed her wrist, pulling it up to show it off. “Ha look at her thin little forest arms. Probably can’t even swim can you freak.” His grip tightened as she attempted to pull away, yet he didn’t want to let go. No, he loved the pretty look on her face. The way her lashes fluttered as she attempted to blink the tears out of her eyes. The way her brows furrowed as his pestering got to her. The way her chest heaved as though she were about to try and throw a punch, or break down into tears. He would’ve been fine with both, really. All he truly wanted to see was that precious look of frustration on her face.

“Y/N?” A voice of concern chimed from behind them. Everyone turned, observing the way the approaching man flared his nostrils angrily. Neteyam, the (was) soon to be olo’eyktan. Y/N felt a sudden wave of relief wash over her, a sort of confidence returning to her as she yanked her wrist out of Aonungs grasp. Neteyam strides forward, standing between her and the group. His hand rested on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze of reassurance. “Are you alright?” He questioned as he studied her face, the gloss of her eyes, the twitch of her ears. A sigh aired from her nose as he turned to face Aonung. “Quit messing with my friend.” With each word his finger poked into the chest of Aonung, forcing him back a step or two each time. Y/N was used to Neteyams overprotectiveness. They grew up together, hunted fish together, took care of his siblings. He was like an older brother she could always call for help. With a delicate smile she placed her hand over his, assuring him that she was fine.

“Neteyam let’s go. I have to return to the airship before Max jerks a knot in my tail.” She joked as she tugged him along by his hand, inching him away from the group. All the whilst her eyes stole glances of her new acquaintance— or bully. Y/N wasn’t sure what to make of Aonung. He was a jerk, that was clear. As the two distanced themselves from the group of delinquents, they found themselves in a soothing silence. A silence that only those who’ve known each other for years could understand. Then Neteyam cut through it with his sharp tone. “I should’ve gotten there sooner. That Aonung guy has been a jerk to all of us, I even got into a fight with him a few days ago.” Her eyes widened at the statement.

“Did you win?” She asked, only to receive a chortle from him in response. He slapped a hand against her back jokingly, only shaking his head at her question. “Come on skxawng, you did say you wanted to visit Kiri.”

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She slipped through the curtain of the large tent, stepping in cautiously with Neteyam trailing not too far behind. The room was dim, just as the look on her friend Kiri’s face. A small coo left Y/Ns lips as she knelt down to greet the young woman. “Oh Kiri, are you feeling okay?” She wrapped her arms around the smaller girls frame, cupping her head with her hand in order to hold her close. Kiri only sighed in response, her hand coming up to grasp at Y/Ns arm. “I understand if you don’t want to talk. I’m just glad you’re up, that’s all.” She took a seat next to Kiri, her arm circling around her in order to keep her close.

The two remained in the position, tangled together in a close hug and simply enjoying one another’s presence. Well, that was until Tuk rushed in with her usual toothy grin to drag the two out. “C’mon c’mon!” Kiri groaned, rolling her eyes as Tuk tugged her out of the tent home. Y/N followed close behind, a small smile on her face as she watched the two. Y/N always adored the way Tuk could make anyone smile. That and the way she balanced out Kiri’s sarcasm. They were perfect for each other.

Y/Ns curious eyes watched as the metkayina people dived into the waters eagerly. She wasn’t exactly sure why they were so excited until— her mouth fell open, awestruck by the sight of the large sea mammals in the distance. Their beautiful fins and colors. She suddenly understand why Tuk was so giddy to drag Kiri along with her. They clicked their tongues, a small fishy creature swimming towards them with a squeal.

“Woah! I’ve never seen anything like them. What is it?” She questioned as she knelt down behind them, watching as they both hopped onto the back of the aquatic creature. Tuk was the first to answer, giggling as she spoke. “They’re called Ilu! She’s so cute right?” Y/N nodded in response, a large smile on her face as she observed the ilus anatomy. It had pretty swirls of color across its small fins, and big black eyes. Beautiful, she thought as she watched the two swim away. “We’ll be back Y/N!-“ Kiri shouted from a distance as she waved back at the young woman. “Have fun you two!” She shouted back before standing back to her full height. All she could do was watch as the clan greeted their friends and swam through the sublime waters. Well, until Neteyam surfaced the water with his own ilu.

“What are you doing just standing there. Cmon.” He grinned as he waved for her to join him. Y/N obliged eagerly, slipping into the cool ocean and hopping onto the ilu. Her arms wrapped around Neteyams slim torso, keeping herself secure before he swam forward. Neteyam felt warm against her, his body heat contrasting the waters low temperature. She enjoyed moments like these with him, especially after the Sullys big move. She inhaled, his scent flooding her nose as she rested her head against the muscle of his back. He chuckled, the vibrations causing her to smile. “I’ll take it slow okay? I know you aren’t used to the water yet” He said as he drifted out into the sea, the ilu swimming along the surface of the water. The cool waves washed against her thighs, drenching her clothes as they neared the commotion. Perhaps commotion wasn’t the correct term. The reunion, yup that sounded right. A reunion between the metkayina and the incredible sea life.

“Teyam, what’re they called?” She inquired as one of the beautiful mammals passed by. Neteyam looked just as mesmerized as she did, perhaps even more. “Tulkun I think. Wow, they’re incredible.” He answered. The slowly the ilu came to a halt, allowing the two to observe the sight around them. The smiles on each of the peoples faces, the chirps and coos of the tulkuns. The mere sight made her heart warm. That and the feeling of Neteyams handing cupping over hers. “Let’s go under!” He exclaimed before disconnecting his queue and dragging Y/N beneath the blue water. The water flooded her ears, and while it was uncomfortable she found herself distracted by the tulkun passing overhead. It’s large shadow washed over her, the intricate designs and patterns on its belly causing her smile to grow. The sight was magical. Y/N tugged on Neteyams hand, their fingers still interlocked within the water. Drawing his attention, he beamed up at her as she pointed to the creature soaring over them. Moments like these would always last, burned into their memory for the time to come. Her best friend, Neteyam. She wouldn’t see him again for a long time once she returned home, but that was okay. She’d always remember.

They swam around a bit longer, pushing through the relaxed waters as they lingered around the floating tulkun. She swam across from Neteyam, doing her best to keep up with him. His swimming had certainly improved since the last time she saw him. He was a short ways ahead, but far enough to not notice her lagging behind. She slowed down, eventually stopping as her heart thumped in her ears. Her lungs stung uncomfortably as she came to realize she hadn’t come up for breath. With this new revelation, she began to swim to the surface with an intense urgency. Yet the water seemed as far away as before, as though she were traveling down a never ending hallway. Just as she was about to succumb to the waters commands, she felt someone tug at her arm, now dragging her up until finally they surfaced.

“Thank you..thank you so much.” She sputtered as her breathing calmed, now becoming slow and steady. Her vision cleared, no longer blurred from her suffocation. Her eyes found her rescuers, and instantly she darted from their arms. “You.” She mumbled nervously as her eyes fell anywhere but the face of the man who had been pestering her not long ago. “Me? You act as though I did not just save your life. I do expect something in return forest girl.” He bossed. Y/N didn’t respond, instead remaining silent as she eventually found his eyes. His eyes, Eywa they were burning, scorching her soul as they stared her down.

“Thank you then. That’s what I give in return.” While the words were intended to come out rude, her wavering words and shaking lips only egging him on. However, he controlled himself, instead opting to pull her closer and allowing her to float against him. “What is your name forest girl?” He asked as his arm wrapped around her waist to hoist her closer. Their bodies pressed against one another, their legs tangling together in the water. Her eyes searched his, hesitant to answer. She didn’t understand why he would save her after saying such cruel things about her. And she certainly didn’t understand why he held her so close. With a gulp, she finally answered. “Y/N..and you?” He grinned, that familiar sadistic look finding his face. “Aonung. You know, you’re cute for a freak forest girl.” He professed as his eyes observed her appearance. This insult hiding within a compliment confused Y/N, causing her mouth to fall agape as she searched for a response. Thankfully she didn’t have to come up with one, her friend Neteyam popping out of the water with a grimace. “Y/N, are you alright? I didn’t see you come up.” His brows furrowed with concern as he watched the two skeptically.

“Yes I just…needed some air.” She muttered as she pushed herself away from Aonung who only cleared his throat at the sudden awkwardness. She swam closer to Neteyam, taking his hand and tugging him away. She didn’t want to be in the situation any longer, so she used Neteyam as an escape. They swam away, creating a distance between them and the metkayina boy.

“Did he do something Y/N?” Neteyam questioned as he pulled her to a stop. Y/N couldn’t meet his eyes. Instead she frowned, finding herself uncomfortable with the topic. Neteyam could see this and brought his hand up to rest on her head. “You don’t have to tell me now, I just want to make sure you’re okay that’s all. Now let’s go, it’s getting late.” He gave a sympathetic smile before calling his ilu, and soon they were off.

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She felt full after eating dinner with the Sullys, the taste of Neytiris cuisine lingering on her tongue. She had departed from the family tent a few moments ago, now strolling along the shore of the midnight beach. It was eclipse, the sun no longer out and one of the moons replacing it. The stars were bright and flickering, weaving together to create beautiful constellations. The stars were always her favorite. Something she could enjoy alone without any bothersome scientists or siblings. She found a good spot on a mossy rock, taking a seat on its cool surface with a sigh. Her hands rested on the rock as she leaned back, allowing herself to relax for the first time that day.

The day had been eventful to say the least. She’d been harassed by some stupid boys, got to see new animals and people, and almost drowned. She winced at the last thought, cringing at the idea of her drowning the day she visits the Sullys. That and the fact that she’d been bullied by those boys, one in particular. Aonung, the stupid bastard. She didn’t like him, not one bit. She didn’t like the pretty jewels he wore, or his soft curls. She didn’t like his smug smirk, or rough hands. She didn’t like it at all. His annoying voice, his soothing accent.

“This is my spot.” She jolted, a gasp leaving her as her hand slapped against her chest. “Oh my fuck— you can’t just- oh, it’s you.” Her arms pulled her legs against her chest, wrapping around her calves as she glared at the water. “Go somewhere else forest girl, this is my spot.” He approached, now taking up her space. He stood over her, his intense presence beginning to make her feel uneasy. “You can’t claim a rock Aonung.” She snapped back. For once she legitimately had something to say, and Aonung took notice of this. His hand found her jaw, tilting her head to force her to look at him. “So, you aren’t a complete mess forest freak.” He slouched over, his face in the proximity of hers. His breath fanned over her face, warming her skin and causing her cheeks to flush. She gulped, just as before she found herself struggling to find a response to his patronizing. “Cmon freak, speak up. Or maybe you can’t understand me because you’re not a true na’vi.”

She whimpered at his words, shaking her head from his jaw and shifting to slip off of the rock. Aonung however wasn’t finished. His hand pulled her back by her neck, his calloused fingers circling around her throat to keep her still. This caused her to whine, her hands grasping at his wrist as she glared up at him. “That look in your eyes is so cute forest girl. Aw, about to cry?” He taunted as she blinked tears back, her lashes fluttering to contain them. “Shut up..” Her whiny tone caused him to chuckle, his hand coming up to rest on her cheek as he watched her closely. Slowly his finger found her bottom lip, caressing it gently as he gazed into her eyes. And then suddenly she found his thumb intruding her mouth, pressing against her tongue as his gaze suddenly turned dark. “Suck.” He demanded, the words causing her brows to raise in surprise. Though the surprise wasn’t from his words, but in fact from her eagerness to oblige. She found herself sucking at his finger, her gaze never faltering from his as she witnessed him suck in a breath.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you? So eager to satisfy. Or maybe you like when I treat you like the freak you are.” He gushed as his hand left her neck, now wandering her form. His hands squeezed and fondled at her curves, taking in her perfect body. It wasn’t like she was the first woman he’s had sexual relations with. She was just so damn fun to degrade. To tease her until she broke, until she was crying his name. He huffed out at the thought, his hand now resting on her ass. He hated the clothes she wore, sure they hugged her body just right, but they also kept him from what he wanted most. Grunting he pulled her against him, their bodies meshing together as his now growing length rutted against her. This drew a whimper from Y/N, causing her to halt her actions with her mouth. “I didn’t tell you that you could stop, did I? Can never put that mouth to good use can you?” He spit out as his thumb left her mouth, a string of spit connecting the two. “Well aren’t you so good for me. Hm? Fine, you want to take my spot? Then you’ll listen well.” He said as he shoved her against the rock she once sat on, and pushed her legs apart. His thigh rested against her cunt, the muscle pressing against her teasingly. This caused her to let out a shaky breath, her hands now grasping at both his biceps as he leaned over her. He stared down at her, watching as she jutted her hips into his thigh in desperation. “Fuck, you really are desperate aren’t you? Cmere forest girl.” His large hands found her hips, using them to rock her against his thigh. “I’m not going to stop until you’re moaning my name, got it forest girl? So get to work.”

And get to work she did. She rocked her hips at the perfect angle, her clit grinding against his thigh with each roll of her body. Her hands now rested on his back, scratching and grasping at his skin as she attempted to keep up with the pleasure she felt. Being a virgin, this was a new experience for her. Feeling his muscular thigh against her cunt, pressing against her in just the right way. His hot breath on her neck as he planted kisses and hickeys along the length of it. His grip on her hips grew tighter, more forceful as he himself grew more aroused. “Taking too long pretty girl, I need you to cum now.” He urged as he began to bounce his leg, further stimulating her senses. She mewled out, her core tightening as she grew closer to her high. “M’trying nung. It’s so good..so close.” She moaned at as her head fell back. Aonung used this to his advantage, his teeth now piercing her skin and sending that jolt of pleasure she needed to reach her high through her. Her legs tensed, her nails digging into his back as the throb of her clit caused her to moan out. “Aonung..!” She cried as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body felt hot against his, the friction causing her to pant unevenly. “Too good..too good.” She blubbered as she finally began to come down.

Aonung had witnessed her high, leaning back to take in the way her eyes squeezed shot. The way her nails dug into his back and urged him on. The way her thighs tensed around his own, the warmth of her cunt causing his cock to strain within his loincloth. Eywa, this woman had him losing his composure. His hands left her hips, now pushing her away as he groaned irritably. “Fuck, you’re so annoying.” He cursed out. This clearly was a shock to her considering he was the one who told her to cum on his thigh, not the other way around. She looked at him, baffled by his sudden switch in demeanor. “What— you were the one who sai—“

fandom: avatar the way of water

pairing: ao'nung x fem!na'vi!reader (water na'vi), neteyam x reader (platonic)

warnings: grammatical errors, timeskip ao'nung, aged up ao'nung?

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not my gif + not my pics! if you want link, let me know🩵

"𝐈 am speechless, Ao'nung. You're for real. You've always been a complete idiot, but now I am shocked!" I yelled at him.