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aged up!aonung x fem!metkayina!reader x rotxo x lo'ak sully x neteyam sully
summary: you are the village beauty of awa'atlu. a very desirable girl who has every boy wrapped around her finger. many can't seem to hold your heart, except for a very persistent four who will not let up easily. which lucky boy will earn your hand?
tags: sfw , heavy pining , unrequited love (as of rn)
a/n: this will be a multiple part series I hope!! if you wanna drop ideas in my inbox or comments pls do, they motivate me to make more chapters hehe
theme: genesis ( more so the readers theme to focus on her beauty. you're beautiful <3 )
You are undoubtedly one of the most beautiful girls in the village of Awa'atlu. Your skin is as blue-green as the ocean you were born in and eyes the color of deep lagoon water. Your long, curly hair was adorned with tiny shells randomly braided in sections, and a dainty pearl complimented the look right in the front of where your hair started just above your brows. You always had on the prettiest outfits, ones that complimented your womanly figure. Everything you owned you had weaved yourself.
You had suitors lined up like warriors for a test, each with their own skills and talents they believe are sure to knock you off your feet. You never really paid much mind to them.
All your life, the elders and aunties had murmured the same things as they wove shells into your hair. You were exceptionally gorgeous, a gift from Eywa herself, destined to have every reef boy scrambling for even a glance or a kind word. You just laughed it off. Your mother, a village beauty herself, always told you that you should never settle for less than you were, and you never did.
You didn't cave when Ao'nung, the chief's son, strode up one morning and asked for your hand with the confidence of someone used to getting what he wanted. You met his gaze coolly and replied, "If Eywa meant for us to be mated, she'd have made your tongue less arrogant."
You didn't falter when sweet Rotxo, ever gentle and observant, held before you a handful of the prettiest glowing shells he'd collected from the forbidden deeps. "They're beautiful," you told him softly, touching one, "but beauty alone doesn't make a bond."
You didn't even look twice when the forest outsiders, Lo'ak and Neteyam, pushed themselves harder during diving practices. Lo'ak flipping recklessly through coral arches to catch your eye with his wild grin, Neteyam executing every move with precise, quiet grace, hoping his discipline would speak louder than words.
You shrugged it all off with the same easy grace you used to slip through the currents. It wasn't worth your time, not really. These boys, persistent as they were, still felt like skxawngs playing at courtship, chasing the idea of you rather than the truth beneath.
You were surfacing from a dive in the reef. At your side, a satchel full of trinkets such as clams, starfish, and any other interesting things that caught your eye. You waded through the water, droplets dripping and sliding down your teal skin like liquid pearls. You tossed your head backwards, to send your wild curls behind your shoulders.
Just beyond the shallows, approaching the beach, was Rotxo and Aonung. They were bickering about something that they had been still talking about since that very morning. Aonung caught sight of your figure emerging from the water, and did a double take, before tapping Rotxo roughly on the shoulder.
"What?" Rotxo whined, shoving Aonung's hand away.
"Shut up and look." Aonung's muttered as he pointed towards you.
Rotxo turned and squinted, locking eyes with your frame.
There you were, emerging from the shallows like Eywa herself sculpted you for the sea. Your long hair, wild and heavy with water, was tossed back over your shoulders in one effortless motion. Your woven top and hip-wrap, clung just enough to trace the graceful, womanly curves of your body.
For once, Aonung had no comebacks nor anything stupid to say.
You noticed them almost immediately, and hid your amusement just as quickly as you noticed. You wouldn't say you were showing off, but there was definitely a more noticeable sway in your hips when you walked, and more fluttering of your lashes.
Both Aonung and Rotxo watched you as you delicately sorted through your treasures hung at your side. Aonung thought for a moment, cleared his throat, and straightened his posture. "Watch this." He said, focusing his gaze on you, and beginning to walk towards you. Rotxo watched in curiosity for a moment, then quickly followed after.
You pretended not to notice them approaching, back turned, and eyes locked on a particularly interesting starfish you managed to find.
Aonung stopped just behind your shoulder, his shadow casting itself on top of you. "Find anything worth keeping?" He smirked, tilting his head at you.
You lifted your head quickly, shooting him the prettiest eyes you could muster. "A few things," you replied softly, flicking your ears forward, "Nothing as rare as the ones you claim to find in the deep, though." You gave a toothy smile.
Aonung's smirk returned, cockier now. "I could show you the better spots. Deeper ones. Only the bravest dare to go." He crossed his arms, eyes getting lost in yours.
Rotxo arrived at his side shortly after, quiet. He didn't interrupt, but his ears flicked back and forth, and his hands flexed at his sides as if he was waiting to say something.
You stepped back a little from Aonung, just to take a better look at Rotxo. "And you, Rotxo?" You said, turning your attention to him, "You come to give some advice... Or just to watch your friend try again?"
Rotxo blushed faintly, rubbing the back of his neck, and glancing at Aonung who gave him a warning look, then answered. "Well I- Well cause- I wanted- You..." Rotxo tried to form a sentence, but his words fell out faster than his brain could process.
"Right." You said, smiling, and turning back to Aonung who looked like he was moments from pouncing on Rotxo for embarrassing him like that infront of you.
The silence stretched on for a moment until you spoke again. "Relax." You tilted your head to the side, letting a curl slide down your shoulder. "Neither of you are embarrassing yourselves... that much."
Aonung huffed, dropping his arms to his sides. "He's the one tripping over his tongue. I'm the one standing here being useful."
"Useful?" Your sarcasm dropped, and your brows rose. "Last time you offered to be 'useful,' you nearly got us both caught in a current because you were too busy staring to watch where we were going."
Rotxo let out a surprised snort-laugh before he could stop himself. Aonung shot him a glare that could've curdled sea milk.
You ignored his stare, and returned all your attention back to Rotxo giving the sweetest expression that made his blush deepen. "I think you are much more mannered." You smiled knowing, devastatingly, and started your journey back toward the path leading up to the village. Hips swaying with that same deliberate grace, curls bouncing lightly.
Aonung let out a long, suffering groan and shoved Rotxo’s shoulder. "You made me look bad, skxawng."
Rotxo grinned, victorious. "I made her smile. You just stood there."
As you treaded back towards the village, you caught sight of Lo'ak and Neteyam heading towards Rotxo and Aonung. As you passed them, they gave the politest smiles, and dipped their heads in greeting. In return you did the same, dropping your head enough for your hair to curtain your face. You pressed on, with a little pep in your step.
Lo'ak and Neteyam watched intently as you faded into the distance, eyes locked and focused like they were on a sort of mission.
Aonung noticed, curling his fists. "Hey forest boys!" He called out, voice laced with venom.
Lo'ak and Neteyam paused, turning slowly toward Aonung's shout.
The air thickened instantly, like the moment dark clouds form over the still ocean. Lo'ak's grin was already sharpening into something dangerous. Neteyam stayed calm, but his shoulders squared just enough to remind everyone he wasn't here to play.
"What?" Lo'ak drawled, spreading his arms in mock innocence. "We just said hello to the prettiest girl on the reef. You got a problem with basic manners now, fish-lips?"
Aonung's nostrils flared. He took a single threatening step forward, fists still clenched. "You two think you can just stroll up here like you belong? She's Metkayina. This is our water. You don't get to look at her like that."
Rotxo shifted uncomfortably beside him. He wasn't one for fights, but the tension was coiling tight enough to snap.
Neteyam raised a hand, palm out. "We're not looking for trouble, Aonung. We were just—"
"—ogling her like the rest of the village?" Aonung cut in. "Don't pretend. I've seen the way you both stare. The flips, the perfect form, the little looks to make sure she's watching. Pathetic."
Lo'ak laughed completely unbothered. "Oh, that's rich coming from you. Last I checked, you're the one who almost drowned showing off for her. What was it? 'Watch this dive'? Yeah, real smooth. She didn't even look back."
Aonung's tail lashed hard. "At least I belong here. You two are still outsiders playing at being reef people. She'll never choose a forest boy who can't even hold his breath properly."
Neteyam finally spoke, voice low and even, the kind of quiet that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "She's not a prize. She's not waiting for the strongest or the bravest or the sweetest. She's waiting for someone who stops trying to win her... and starts trying to deserve her."
Lo'ak rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well... good luck with that. Girl's got higher standards than Eywa."
Aonung snorted, but there was less venom in it this time. "She's impossible."
Rotxo lifted his head, "Maybe that's why we keep coming back." He shook his head, tossing up a hand.
The four of them stood there a moment longer, rivalry still simmering, but something else flickering beneath it. Recognition. Maybe even the tiniest thread of respect.
Then Lo'ak broke the quiet with a lopsided grin. "Race you to the outer reef. Loser has to admit she's out of their league."
Aonung barked a laugh despite himself. "You're on, demon boy."
Neteyam sighed, already turning toward the water. "You two are hopeless."
Rotxo just smiled and followed.
You finally reached the entrance of your marui, your older brother Ketrö already waiting for you. You walked in and removed your satchel and placed it on a mount.
"Took you long enough." Ketrö started, peeling leaves from a fruit he was snacking on. "Boys chasing you again?"
You turned to look at him, then sat just across from him. "Ah, well you know," you spoke, hiding the smile on your face, "the usual."
Ketrö raised a brow, popping another piece of fruit into his mouth. He chewed slowly, watching you with that knowing big-brother look that always made you feel like he could see straight through you.
"The usual," he repeated. "Right. So which one of them almost drowned himself trying to impress you today? Or did they all just stand there gawking like baby ilu?"
You laughed softly, leaning back on your hands, tail swaying ever so periodically. "First it was Aonung and Rotxo. Then the Sully boys showed up, and probably got a good scolding from Aonung."
Ketrö snorted. "Ao'nung still thinks yelling louder makes him win. That guy makes my head hurt."
You shrugged one shoulder, the motion making your damp curls sway. You had to admit, you loved the attention. Especially from those four.
Your brother paused, eyes narrowing on your body language. "You're enjoying this way too much."
You let the accusation hang in the air for a beat, then gave the smallest, most innocent shrug, like it was nothing at all. "Maybe," you admitted, voice light. "Is that so terrible?"
"It's not terrible,” he said carefully. "It's just… dangerous. Four boys. Four very different boys. I mean, if you think you can handle, well... I admire you sister."
Your ears perked up and your eyes widened at his hidden meaning. You dropped your mouth open in shock and shoved him hard. "Gross!" You squealed.
Ketrö burst out laughing, nearly choking on the fruit he’d just shoved in his mouth. He leaned back, one hand raised in surrender while the other wiped juice from his chin.
"I'm kidding! I’m kidding, relax!" He wheezed, still grinning like an idiot. "Your face, priceless."
You crossed your arms, cheeks warm, tail flicking sharply behind you. "You're disgusting. I hope a tsurak eats your tail."
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I can’t stop thinking about So’lek scenting his pregnant mate. He just think she’s so beautiful, absolutely glowing, and he feels this need to rub his face all over her, scenting her.
𝝑𝝔Oeyä lornusrr muntxate𝝑𝝔
Pairing/content: romantic So’lek x Sarentu/Reader, So’lek being clingy and protective of his pregnant mate-much to her chagrin
Spoilers/notes: the motherfluffing grinch smile that I got reading this it’s not even funny. I’m so glad people seemed to eat this up, first time writing anything like it…yes I used another pic of my Sarentu-SHES SO PRETTY I CAN’T HELP IT
Word count: 360
Na’vi dictionary translation:
Oeyä lornusrr muntxate- my radiant mate/wife
•He is the definition of smitten. Ever since Etuwa confirmed your pregnancy he became your shadow, he’s akin to an affectionate cat 𝝑𝝔
•many na’vi actually mistake you for So’lek because they smell him so strongly on you they assume he’s around before they see it’s you-and he fucking loves it 𝝑𝝔
•he finds you so breathtakingly beautiful it truly stuns him silent as he watches you chat with people around the HQ especially if you absentmindedly rest your hand on your stomach wether your far along or just beginning to show 𝝑𝝔
•speaking of-when you do start to show it becomes so real for him. This is real, he's got not just a radiant mate but a little ball of light ready to be welcomed into the world-a tiny life that would look to him like he strung up the stars himself. and you gave him this chance. to be more than the Dog Tag Warrior, the na’vi with no clan, gave him the opportunity to be a mate and father 𝝑𝝔
•when you're farther along and showing his hand might as well be glued to your stomach because it's always there 𝝑𝝔
•when you two lay down for the night he sleeps one of two ways; spooning you from behind pressed right up against you with one arm up around your chest holding your shoulder with his other arm snuggly wrapped around your belly or you on your back with his head laying on your stomach with his arm under your back and the other just absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over the stripes on your abdomen 𝝑𝝔
•Eywa forbid you go on a raid or take down a drill site either after he said not to or he didn't know at all until you come back tired and minorly scuffed up. he becomes such a hoverer 𝝑𝝔
•you cant even go past the river near base without him tailing you even if he was in the middle of speaking with someone inside, he needs to be able to at least see you at all times lest you slip away like a mischievous little mouse primed to take off years of his life with your shenanigans 𝝑𝝔
A life full of surprises
pairing: jake sully x female!reader (no use of y/n)
summary: first pregnancy
word count: 1k
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Life is full of surprises. That’s what all the people back on Earth always said.
Jake always thought that was bullshit, until he didn’t.
He never expected to take his brother’s place in the Avatar Program. Never expected to travel to a distant moon humanity had turned to after destroying their own planet. Never expected to learn how to act and See like the natives. And he definitely never expected to fall in love with one of the Na’vi, let alone the Olo’eyktan’s daughter.
Turns out life is full of surprises after all. And it also turns out that life wasn’t done with surprises just yet…
Jake never saw himself as anything but a marine. A body built to follow orders and survive wars.
Caretaker was never a role he imagined for himself. Father even less so.
And yet…
Here he was.
Seated on the woven floor of his self-made kelku, the bioluminescence of the forest bleeding in through the walls, your breathing slow and steady in front of him. One hand rested over the gentle curve of your stomach, reverent in a way that would’ve surprised the man he used to be.
His mate. A daughter of the clan’s Olo’eyktan. And carrying his child.
You’d expect sleep to be a rare occurrence after having a child, but for Jake it had started slipping away the moment he learned you were with child.
Your eyes flutter open slowly, the weight of another gaze already settled on your back. You sigh. “Ma Jake,” you murmur, voice thick with sleep. “You need to rest. You won’t get much once the baby’s born, especially since it is your child.” you tease.
Jake let out a soft huff that barely counts as a chuckle. “How’d you sleep? he asks quietly, shifting closer now that you’re awake. “Not too uncomfortable?”
You nod, moving into his side once he’s beside you. “I am just fine.” You murmur, a content sigh slipping out as you curl into his arms.
Jake wraps his arms around you, his hand settling instinctively over your growing stomach.
“Do you have much work today?” you ask. Just because his mate is with child it doesn’t mean the duties of an Olo’eyktan disappear.
“Yeah,” he admits, “The hunt’s coming up… We’ve gotta prepare for that. He presses his face into your neck, placing a soft kiss on the skin. “I’ll try to be back as soon as I can, baby. I promise.”
You whine softly. “Ma Jake, you work too hard. Besides…” you pout, glancing back at him. “I miss you.”
Jake chuckles, warmth easing into his expression.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢⋆˚꩜。
With Jake gone the forest felt wider. Quieter.
He means well, with his concern. You know that. Still, sometimes it presses in on you, heavy in a way you don’t quite know how to name.
You occupied yourself the way you always had; moving through the clearing with familiar ease, fingers brushing over leaves, bending to gather what you needed. Pregnancy had slowed you, yes, but it hadn’t taken you from yourself.
Still, maybe climbing onto one of the higher branches was pushing it.
Your balance had started to shift over the past few weeks. Your center no longer where it used to be, and you weren’t fully used to it yet.
You were halfway through reaching for a cluster of tumpasuk (red-orange berry) when a familiar voice cut through the air.
“Hey.”
You freeze. Slowly, you turn your head.
Jake stood at the edge of the clearing, bow slung over his shoulder, expression already torn between relief and frustration. His eyes flicked, not to your face, but to your feet, perched a little too high off the ground.
“Baby,” he says, softer now as he stepped closer. “We talked about this.”
You sigh, rolling your eyes. “Ma Jake, I’m fine. I’ve climbed worse than this my whole life.”
He stops in front of you, hands already lifting, just in case. “That was before you were carrying our kid.”
You laugh quietly, letting him help you down anyway. “You’re acting like I will shatter.”
Jake’s hands linger at your waist longer than necessary, his forehead resting against yours. “I know you won’t,” he murmured. “Doesn’t mean I won’t worry.”
His palm slides to your stomach, thumb brushing a gentle arc over the curve there.
You soften instantly.
“I’m still me,” you said quietly.
Jake nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I know. Just… let me be careful with you.”
You smiled. “Only if you don’t stop me from living.”
He huffed a laugh. “Deal.”
He doesn’t move away right away. Instead, Jake stays there, forehead still resting against yours as if he needs the contact to ground himself. His thumb continues its slow, absent-minded path over your stomach, tracing the same curve again and again like he’s trying to memorize it.
Every now and then, his hand pauses. As if he’s waiting for something.
“You’re thinking too loud,” you murmur, glancing up at him.
He huffs softly. “Am I?”
Before you can answer, there’s a small, sudden pressure beneath his palm. Subtle, but unmistakable.
Jake stills. Completely.
You bite back a smile.
“…There,” you say quietly.
His eyes flick down, wide for just a second before he catches himself. His hand presses a little flatter this time, like he’s afraid to miss it.
Another small kick follows, stronger than the last.
Jake lets out a breath that turns into a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “That’s—” He cuts himself off, lips pressing together as he exhales again. “Yeah. Okay.”
You laugh softly at him. “You good?”
He nods, still staring at your stomach like it might do something incredible again at any moment. “Yeah,” he says, voice low. “Just… still hard to wrap my head around.”
You lean into him, teasing gently, “Careful. You’ll start sounding sentimental.”
That earns you a real chuckle. “Don’t push it.” But his hand doesn’t move away.
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˙⋆✮HE’S WHIPPED.
✿ ao’nung x fem!metkayina reader
“Bro he’s so whipped for her!”
wc, 1.2k .ᐟ
SUMMARY, who knew that you — the shyest girl in the clan, could bring the future olo’eyktan to his knees?
╰┈➤ WARNINGS, ao’nung is down bad for reader/fluff/suggestive/established relationship/lots of touching/kissing/ao’nung is a good boyy//reader is kinda giving heleana from hotd I love it!!
❥ requested by an anon, hope you like it angel <3
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You’re shy, maybe a little too shy. While everyone your age in the clan enjoys hunting and fighting, you’d rather spend your day sitting by the ocean or picking out flowers, searching for the prettiest elements to turn into accessories for your hair.
No one ever judged you for it though, not when most of the time, you had a large shadow standing behind you that belonged to no one other than the future olo’eyktan — otherwise known as your boyfriend, Ao’nung.
At first, it came as a surprise to many when you and the prince of the reef started dating — he had a reputation for being a ‘tough guy’, while you were one of the quieter girls with peculiar interests. Before the two of you became a pair, members of the clan imagined that Ao’nung would find someone who matched his fierce character, perhaps a skilled hunter like himself — but turns out, you were just the thing he needed, as well as the only person who could see right through his ‘tough’ act.
The differences between the two of you were evident, yet they only drew you closer together. Although you barely spoke, even before your first interaction, he seemed to know a lot about you — while you on the other hand, knew very little about him, who was significantly louder than you.
The future olo’eyktan had an outgoing personality, accustomed to always being the centre of attention — you, kept to yourself and relished the peaceful moments by the ocean. He was in the middle of every festival, you were sat in the corner, entertaining yourself with a small creature that rested in the palm of your hand. What the metkayina prince appreciated most about your shyness, was how no one else was able get a proper conversation out of you, not the way he could.
Ao’nung would lay leaned back in the sand, his eyes full of admiration, as you would run over to him, excited to show him the beautiful pieces you had collected. He was never a listener — no, he could talk for hours but when it came to you, everything flipped, suddenly nothing he had to say mattered anymore because all he wanted was to listen to you speak.
He could never deny you either, not when you looked at him with those big glossy eyes of yours, so anything you asked for, he would do. The first time his family witnessed this, Ronal thought her pregnancy was causing her to see things while Tonowari’s eyes widened in disbelief at his son’s obedience to his girlfriend, silently attempting to communicate across the table with Tsierya, but she didn’t seem amused. By now, all of Awa’atlu had noticed the change in Ao’nung who would follow you around like a lost puppy.
Some might even say he was whipped — not to his face, of course. His behavior never softened for anyone else, if anything, it grew harsher every second he wasn’t with you, the only one who could unlock that gentler side of him.
Although no one mentioned it out loud, many members of the clan admired you for somehow bringing a man, as stubborn as yours, to his knees with just a bat of your lashes.
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Ao’nung has been annoyed all day, shouting at his friends for the smallest mistakes during training as if he already was olo’eyktan. However his best friend, who has known him his whole life, immediately connected the dots that it had something to do with you.
“Have you seen her today, bro?”
Rotxo asked, questioning the clearly irritated man next to him, slightly leaning away in case Ao’nung would smack him again for mentioning you.
Luckily enough, he didn’t.
“No.” He sighed, his response bland but still far better than the physical assault he had bestowed on the shorter boy beside him earlier. Rotxo knew that the only way to get his friend out of his bad mood (so that he couldn’t take it out on him anymore) was to encourage him to leave his duties a bit earlier and find you, his anchor.
“I’ll cover for you, go talk to her cuz.” He smiled, not because he’d done good deed for his best friend, but because he’d finally be able to speak freely without being on the receiving end of a death stare each time he opened his mouth.
Before heading toward the direction of where he knew you’d be, Ao’nung stopped and patted the shorter male on the shoulder in gratitude, “Thanks man, I owe you.” Lo’ak’s and Spider’s slang really did seem to be rubbing off on everyone…
𓂃✍︎ to sum it up,
no you = angry ao’nung = everyone scared
On the other hand, unlike Ao’nung whose entire day depended on whether you chose to acknowledge him or not, you have been enjoying your afternoon. The sunlight flickered across your back as you took small steps into the ocean, carefully slipping in, your mind focused on retrieving that seashell you had set your sights on. The water closed around you like a second skin, rising from your ankles to your waist as you waded deeper.
Ignoring the fact that you were not the best swimmer, you continued to go more and more into the cool water — reminding yourself of how wonderful that seashell would look on Ao’nung’s loincloth (which was the only reason you were doing this) for motivation. Taking one last steady breath, you fully dove beneath the surface, the sounds of everything around you dissolving into a muted hush as you moved closer to your goal.
You weren’t someone who took risks by any means, more like someone who, once set their mind on something, acted on impulse, which tended to really bother your boyfriend who worried for you. You could almost hear his voice in the back of your head telling you to turn back, but with the water pulling at you and your prize somewhere below, your instincts took over, turning him out and guiding you deeper without any thought. After all, what kind of metkayina were you if you couldn’t handle a little bit of water?
A smile formed on your lips when you finally spotted the seashell, reaching for it with your hand — you were so close, just a stretch away, only a small lean forward from making the vision of Ao’nung in a sexy loincloth that matched yours, a reality. So close just—
Suddenly, a voice from the shore broke through the peaceful silence of the ocean, making you pause mid dive as you questioned whether it was real or your imagination. Unfortunately for you, it was very real — you must have jinxed it with how much you were thinking of him because you recognised the distorted voice calling out to you as the one of your boyfriend’s. Was he not supposed to be on duty?
Your heart began to race when you heard familiar sound again, which was exactly the opposite of what should be happening while you were underwater. You urgently kicked upward, swimming toward the surface, already aware of the scolding that awaited you — that is if he can resist giving into your glossy eyes, which he never usually could. Ewya had gifted you with big, doe-like eyes, and you knew just how to use them to get what you wanted.
Peeking your head out of the water to gasp for air, you see Ao’nung who is visibly pissed, jumping into the water after you. Only then did you realise just how far you’d actually swum — you could say that your boyfriend was sometimes great motivation. With each deliberate stroke, you moved closer to your lover, meanwhile planning on how you could manipulate him into not being upset with you.
The feeling of a warm hand colliding with your hip made you shriek, immediately snapping you out off your thoughts. For a moment, you almost forgot that Ao’nung was known as the fastest swimmer in the clan for a reason.
“Ao’nung!” You exclaimed, pretending you hadn’t noticed the irritated expression on his face. He looks so hot when he’s mad.
Instead of greeting you wish a kiss like he typically would, he firmly grabbed you by the waist, trapping your body against his.
“Yawne,” he said sharply, “how could you be so reckless?”
“I—”
He quickly cuts you off, his grip around you tightening, “No, I leave my duties early thinking we could spend time togther but instead I find you half way outside the reef.”
He takes a deep breath, trying to his best to keep his composure so he doesn’t accidentally raise his voice, “Do you have any idea how many Akula lurk here at this time of day?”
Not giving you time to answer, Ao’nung tried to continue, but the moment he met your glossy gaze, he froze. You were looking at him with a soft expression, fluttering your lashes as if daring him to say what he had been about to.
Don’t give in Ao’nung, don’t give in, she could have hurt herself, this is serious.
Fuck, but she’s too cute
One of his hands lifted slowly, cupping your face, instant regret consuming his features, “Paskalin, I’m sorry, I was just worried that you could’ve been hurt, I—I would never forgive myself if that happened and I weren’t there to save you.”
You put your smaller hand over his, gently caressing it with your thumb in a comforting way, before opening your mouth to speak, “I’m sorry, Ma Ao’nung you were just worried, it’s my fault—”
To prevent you from blaming yourself any further, he crashed his lips against yours, using it as an excuse to pull you closer to his chest. If there was one thing the prince of the reef hated more than anything, it was you putting yourself down when in his eyes, you were an angel and could do no wrong.
“Nothing’s your fault, we’ll just forget this happened, tanhi.” He murmured into the kiss, not knowing that this had all been apart of your plan. At his hearing his words, you tried your hardest not to grin so instead you just kissed him back with even more passion, playing with his hair as your tounges fought for dominance. You secretly loved how ‘whipped’ your boyfriend was for you, you could do as much as bat your lashes at him and he’d be on his knees, calling you his princess — his future Tsahìk.
You whine as he pulls away to take a breath. This time, when he leans in it’s not to kiss you, instead Ao’nung nuzzles his face into your neck, one of his hands sneakily travelling to the curve of your ass to embrace you into a hug. Now that he couldn’t see your face, you smirked to yourself at how oblivious your boyfriend was to your techniques.
“Mhm, you smell so good, princess.” He whispers, inhaling your scent. The feeling of Ao’nung’s hot breath against your skin causes your tail to instinctively curl around his muscular leg, making him let out a small chuckle. “Someone’s eager.”
You met his comment with a death stare, so to please you, he immediately wiped the smirk from his face, an act of obedience that earned him a kiss on the cheek.
“So paskalin, what made you swim all the way out here?” He asks teasingly, bending down to place kisses on your shoulder while awaiting for your answer.
“Well I really wanted to get this seashell—”
He didn’t wait for you to finish your sentence — his posture snapped straight, his gaze locking onto your pretty, glossy eyes as if silently urging you to tell him exactly what you wanted needed him to do.
Without you even having to say a word, his hand gave your ass one last gentle squeeze before he dived under the water, determined to fetch the seashell you asked for.
Who would’ve guessed that the tough, mean to everyone, future olo’eyktan was secretly such a good boy?
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summary: neteyam lets his little siblings have whatever they want, especially tuktirey. she’s just so cute! how could you say no to that face? usually he would h no problem letting her have what she want but when it came to you, he found himself not wanting to compromise.
tuk’s affection for you held that peculiar purity only children manage. there was an instinctive possessiveness, lacking any calculated thought, and an unrestrained loyalty that was evident in every shared touch. when those thin limbs curled around your waist or her tiny fingers traced a path through the ferns to a mossy nook she’d quietly claimed as yours both, neteyam never found reason to protest against it. she’d press her face into your ribs when you sat, call you her extra sister. she was so tiny, still missing a back molar, over-enunciating her r sounds, and everything in her life fit neatly into yes or no, want or don’t. she admired you with barely restrained conviction because you never told her no. your lap was warmer than her woven cot, and you told stories with your whole face and let her interrupt them. she always won when you played, and you never brought it up. for a long stretch, all of it was uncomplicated and entirely sweet.
what does this mean? — neteyam speaks the least english of his siblings, but since you asked, he couldn’t say no, and teaches you a thing or two. tags slangs, kissing, slightly suggestive (?) & obvs lo'ak being an annoying little bro (0.9k wc)
Neteyam knows his father came from the stars—Earth, they call it—and that the words he spoke before even knowing Na’vi had a name: English. He doesn’t hear it all the time, not really, though some sky people wander through their forests and settle quietly among them, murmuring in a tongue he’s only half-familiar with.
He doesn’t spend much time with them though. Most of the English he knows comes from his father, or from Lo’ak and Spider, whose daily routine probably includes tossing out words Neteyam doesn’t know, just to see him chase after them and ask what they mean. Usually it’s something ridiculous. Like how cooked isn’t food and cooking isn’t just preparing a meal. Lo’ak thinks it’s so funny.
And maybe that’s why, when you climbed into his Marui pod one quiet evening, eyes wide like the stars themselves had spilled into them, asking him to teach you English. He couldn’t say no. Not with you looking at him like that.
“big heart.”
aged up!neteyam x fem!na’vi!reader — fluff ! — not requested
neteyam has never denied you of anything.
whether it was the sweetest fruit in the tallest tree, or the prettiest seashell on the ocean floor, you would have it in the palm of your hand within minutes. oh great mother, if you asked for the brightest star to be plucked from the sky itself, neteyam would build a shelf for you to display it. he would then proceed to acquire the star for you, all within the span of a few hours so he could be home in time for dinner with you.
it was well known that he has always been a man who provided for those he loved. nothing made neteyam feel more fulfilled than knowing his loved ones were taken care of. most importantly, he loved providing your needs and your wants. he could reject others if he pleased, but never you. in any and every way possible, it was clear to all that neteyam loved you most.
so yes, neteyam has never denied you of anything, but the first time it happened felt like a sign from eywa that the end of the world was near.
the end of your world, to be specific.
“wait, so what do you actually mean when you say ‘no’?”
how i feel spreading the steve harrington x weird!girl reader propaganda through fanfic writers requests
𝗯𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮
Steve finds a girl in his pool. A very wet, very bloody, and very scaly girl. fem, 4k.
mermaid!au. cw for non-sexual nudity and moderate injury. reader is same age as steve / in early twenties. requested here
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Steve doesn’t like looking at the pool for obvious reasons, but there’s a… sound, emanating. The back yard is fenced in but empty, so sounds down there tend to echo, and Steve’s bedroom looks down on it all, so he hears the weeping from bed and isn’t sure if he can bring himself to look.
That feeling lasts for longer than he’d ever admit to, but he worries that there’s somebody down there hurting and that he’s letting that happen. He gets out of bed in nothing but sweats and a pair of socks to peer through the slit gap in his curtains. Fog rolls over the pool, concrete wet and dark, rain still spatting lightly against the window as Storm Melly says goodbye. Steve cracks his window wider, scanning the pool like they taught him in lifeguard training. Up and down, side to side.
He can’t see anything out of the ordinary, but he can hear the crying. It’s— it’s so sad, so suddenly humanising that he races out of his room and down the stairs, through the foyer and the kitchen to the back door. He struggles with the lock, nearly takes the thing off its hinges as he gets it open, but catches it before it can slam into the exterior wall.
Shit, the crying. It’s a woman sobbing, all guttural and long and painful, before it cuts out like a gasp, shuttered, shattered, like it’s too painful to go on.
“I’m here!” he says. “Hello? I’m here, where are you? I’ll– I can help you! I can– Hello?”
A weak murmur of sound.
Steve sets out into the yard. His socks are soaked through in five steps, shoulders kissed by tropical rain, oddly cold, the surface of the pool wavering as the rain gives a startling lash, a last goodbye as it suddenly stops. It dribbles down the gutters and off the roof and the patio umbrella, the soggy rustle of leaves from the nearby woods almost smothering another pained whimper.
“Hello?” he asks again, lowering his voice. “I’m here. Just tell me where you are and I can help.” Steve softens his tone. “I know first aid!”
A sluicing of water. A shape emerging from the surface of the pool.
Steve flinches so hard that the girl recedes. The woman. Your halfway across the pool before he can stop you.
“Oh my god!” he says. “Holy shit, are you okay?” Steve scrambles to the edge of the pool. There, in the water, red blood shimmers and blooms a paler orange. The source of it is dark, like black against your belly. “I’ll get you out!” he says, grabbing the rungs of the ladder and half jumping, half climbing into the water before he can think better of things.

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dustin doesn't know - steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader
wc: 8554 summary: you and steve harrington become an unlikely pairing because of some english tutoring. the only problem? your little brother dustin does not want you to get together. follows season 3 but not super relevant for this part warnings: swearing, kissing, making out in public me: i LOVE this piece but it was simply too long to post as one part so is broken up into 2!! ik making it henderson!reader implies a race or appearance for r but i rlly thought smth like this would only happen to dustin - r can still have any appearance u please :)
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A lot changed over the summer that Dustin went to camp. Or, you supposed, when El closed the gate — whatever that meant. Dustin had told you a little bit when he came home battered and bruised and you demanded to know who you had to beat up. The rest you’d learnt through Steve as you… got to know each other.
You didn’t know how it happened, truly, but somehow, Steve Harrington got less ‘King Steve’ and more ‘dork who you kept seeing everywhere’. It really started in the second semester of your junior year — Steve’s senior. You’d been in English together. In the first semester he was annoying, loud, and much too charming for his own good. You didn’t think he took a single note in any class.
And then, after the winter break, something had changed. He’d taken a few days off school right before vacation, which was odd, and when school recommenced he was different. Quieter, for one, and didn’t hang around Tommy or Carol much either. You thought that was a good thing.
One otherwise inconspicuous Thursday final period, Steve Harrington looked at you for the first time.
“You’re, uh, Henderson, right?” He said, voice surprisingly quiet in the midst of the rest of the class’s chatter. Your head snapped up towards him, nodding in silence. “Great! Your brother is, like, super smart, right? Is it genetic?”
You stared at him for a long moment, eyes narrowed as you tried to discern what the fuck he meant.
“You need help in English?” You finally answered, head cocked to the side as you took in the complete helplessness in his hazel eyes.
“Um. Yes, yeah. I think I’m gonna fail this essay.”
You held back from retorting something cruel — just this essay? I sit behind you, I see all your grades. Instead, you hesitated for another moment before rolling your eyes and relenting.
“I have an hour or two after school, I can help you then.”
The final bell rang and you were up in a flash, pulling your books close to your chest as you fought your way out of the classroom. Despite the strange changes in Steve Harrington, you still didn’t think it was a great idea to be seen hanging out with him. Attention was the last thing you wanted in high school.
Safely tucked away in a private corner of the Hawkins High School library, you sat across from Steve, reading over his essay with furrowed brows. Steve was practically vibrating with anxiety, his bouncing heel producing enough power to flip the table if he so desired.
“Okay…” You reached the end of the paper, meeting his eyes again. “It’s not bad, Steve.”
“But?”
“But, did you actually read the question? I mean, it’s clear you’ve read the play and have some pretty good thoughts about it, but they’re not all related to the essay topic. Like, it’s really cool that you’ve picked up on a lot of the jokes in the play, but they’re not necessarily super useful for analysing themes of madness, right?”
“Right. Yeah, duh.” He tried to play it off but you could see that Steve was hurt or insecure, maybe feeling dumb?
“But! If the final was on, like, humour or comparing comedy and tragedy you’d be ready today with a pretty good essay!” It wasn’t like you to go around protecting men’s egos, much less Steve Harrington’s, but the more you learnt about him, the more he seemed like a kicked little puppy. Proving your thesis, he brightened at the praise, confidence building again.
“Okay, so how do you know what’s relevant? The play’s like a million pages long.”
To both your surprise, you spent nearly two hours with Steve, talking about Hamlet, drawing out mind maps of different topics the final could be on, and hardly straying from the purpose of your meeting. It surprised you. You would believe it if only 30% of your cohort actually read Hamlet, but three hours ago you couldn’t have been convinced that Steve was part of that demographic. He was smarter than you thought, though, and you were happy to admit it.
“Damn,” You caught a glance of the dainty watch wrapped around your wrist, “It’s getting late, I should go. Sorry.”
“No, no it’s okay,” Steve was quick to follow, papers collected in a haphazard pile, “Thanks for your help, I know you probably didn’t want to.”
You let him hold the door out to the parking lot open for you, ducking under his arm to where the sun was setting over the pavement.
“You’re surprising, Steve Harrington.” You smiled, wandering backwards as Steve took steps toward his own car — fancy, of course.
“Is that a good thing?” He yelled, pulling stares from a few girls sitting on the hood of their Jeep. You shrugged, skirt swishing as you turned on your heel, strolling leisurely up to the road.
It was approximately three minutes later when the BMW pulled up beside you, window rolled down.
“What are you doing?” Steve called over The Police, elbow resting against the window casually.
“What does it look like?” You didn’t stop, boots sinking into fresh earth as you walked along the unpaved roadside.
“Walking through Hawkins in the dark like someone who’s asking to go missing?”
“Not all of us have a Beemer, Steve.”
“Just get in, Henderson. I’ll drive you home.”
⋆˙⟡ the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen
ᯓ★ steve harrington x girlfriend!reader
⋆.𐙚 ̊ cw — mdni, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names, praise kink, talks of blood, scars, insecurities, soft sex, creampie, steve is a little sweetie, reader almost dies, crying, eddie is still alive because i said so, eating disorder, talks about needles and hospital stuff
⋆.𐙚 ̊ summary — it’s been a full year since the events in the upside down where you’d almost died. a full year of you shying away from any physical intimacy and showing any extra skin. when steve finds out why, he’s determined on showing you just how beautiful you are.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ authors note — hi guys! i just had a random thought pop in my head as i watched volume two so enjoy! i also have a steve harrington fanfic on wattpad if anyone would like to check it out. i appreciate all comments and votes! you can read it here! also, please send in some requests!
⋆.𐙚 ̊ wc — 4.71k
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usual dinner antics
(merry Christmas from me!) I have been so out of ideas for what to write so pls have this as your Christmas present from vxm 🫡
It was a Friday, more specifically the 7th Friday of introducing human foods to the house of lamentation. And almost over a full 2 years of your stay at devildom!
It all started a few weeks ago, during your first year where you were just an exchange student you would take cooking duty only once a month since you weren’t familiar with devildoms juicy dishes yet.
Then after you decided to stay you decided to take over lucifers Fridays dinner duty to help ease the stress.
After many failed attempts of making well known dishes. Some to sourz, not enough spice! To sweet. To tarty!!! Mc!! They’d twine. Well everyone but beel. He’d sit with a grin demolishing every last drop. Even cheekily grinning when others didn’t eat theirs as he’d scoop up the plates.
You opened the groupchat deciding to fix this ever lasting issue. Your fingers typed quickly as you stirred the pot.
“Starting today we shall be eating human foods on Friday!”
your nimble fingers pressed send, pressing your lips together you then hit a cheeky tongue out demon emoji after.
A long sigh flew out your lips almost as loud as the wind that blew outside. It was currently winter and what was better then a warm bowl of soup,
Easing vegetables in the steaming pot, carrots? Check. Onions? Check. Garlic? Check. What was left???
Ah! Bell peppers! Your lips curled as the last slipping into the pot, small chunks of cut up vegetables plopped into the hot pot.
“I heard we are now having human dishes?”
You jumped and your head flew to the side. Phew only Satan.
You nodded pointing your finger in the air then wiggling it. “Well I’m sick of only beel liking my meals!”
He rolled his eyes before stating “well not all were bad.”
Satan held back a laugh “thought I suppose belphegor will like the human dishes”
True, I suppose the twins will both be appreciated about these meals!
The blondes hard feet hit the floor with soft thuds before calling out “I’ll set the table!”
An hour had past by now, all plates were set out and dished. Drinks were served and everyone was sat, lucifer at one end you at the other and the rest of the brothers eased out into their own assigned seats.
Mammon was rambling on about his day and how he’d bumped into a witch in the main town who tried to scam him for money!??? He denied ever knowing the girl but everyone knew he probably had promised her a pact for her special shiny treasure.
Leviathan shouted back about how stupid and money hungry he was,gosh he really gets angry..
Asmodeus complained how the witch and mammon had ruined his makeup by shouting across the beauty store while he was trying on a lipstick which made his jump so hard it scribbled across his cheek. The pink haired demon pointed at the cheek trying to get anyone who listened to look.
Lucifer bobbed his head along in agreement, spoon dipping into the soup and up to his mouth every few seconds.
While the ginger demon dug into the pile of bread stuffing it into his mouth greedily. His happy hums of hunger slowly subsiding could be heard to the two sat next to him. (You and Satan.)
Speaking of Satan he as usual was tapping his leg in growing frustration about all the noise his brothers were making.
You could only suppress a smile.
“This is really good mc.” Belphegor turned to face you.
Finally the smile slipped and slowly grew across your cheeks in a silent “thank you”.
You snapped your head back to the middle of the table.
“Hey I did not steal your money this time!?”
“Yes you did mammon!” Leviathan screamed back his face twisted in disbelief.
“It was under my ruri-chan figure!!!” He croaked.
“AND AND! My beautiful ruri-chan was knocked over by your grubby money stealing hands!!”
Mammon made a noise. “I’m telling ya! I didn’t take ya stupid money or knock over ya stupid ruri-chan!!”
Lucifer sighed. “Not at the table.”
He barked out. Leviathan and mammon shared a look before carrying on with their meals. Now everyone was tuning into asmodeus ever long rant.
Even with human food as the new menu on Fridays. Clearly shouting at the table will never not be the norm.
This is how I imagine Solomon would be in IDO if he ever becomes romanceable.

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Solomon and his pact marks 🙂↕️😛
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(This was inspired by @/ObAngye on X!)
everyone’s in such like red Christmassy cute outfits then I Fucking click to continue and this guy in full black looking like a charcoal version of the grinch pops up.
Guess who got coal this year… and why is he so bedazzled like he looks like he’s got important places to be even tho he’s unemployed? Bro has got a majestic fit for every occasion