hello :)) im nya. a uni student. welcome to my avatar blog. sometimes i write, mostly aoânung, but i can write for neteyam as well. feel free to drop your ideas. english is not my first language, and it might take me a little while to write a piece.
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hi :)) i know its been a while and i just want people that still follow me to know im not abandoning this blog. im just very busy with uni. once this semester is over i plan on posting again.
hi everyone. iâve decided to slow down a little. i have a tendency to put a lot of pressure on myself and then i stress myself out and burn out. which has been happening for a while now but i wanted to ignore and it did catch up to me. im not feeling well about my writing, but i still want to finish some wips ive started. so i will still keep posting, just slower.
all that combined with the fact that i struggle to find my place in this fandom and everytime i try to talk to someone i feel so awkward and then when i open this app i just feel sad.
im very busy rn with school and work so that def does not help, im hoping i can be more active again during summer break.
soo yeah thats it. just wanted update you guys on whats going on in my life, and for those who have requested something, dw it is not forgotten, i am working on.
thank you to everyone for reading my fics, all your supportive messages/ asks/ comments keep me going.
hey! Iâm not sure if your requests r open or if you even take them but if you do, I was wondering if you could write something with smut but kinda based on ur fic about Neteyam and his mate trying on his clothes(it was so adorable)! but only if youâre interested and comfortable ifc!
xoxo
ohh should i ? đ€ would be my first time writing smut. i can try and if its not totally cringe i might post it :Dd
a/n: wrote this last night bcs i was feeling sad and i missed writing for aoânung.
Aoânung looks at you suspiciously. He studies your face, looking for something. A hint as to what it is that you are currently thinking of.Â
He huffs.Â
âYou are awfully quiet.âÂ
With narrow eyes still set on you, his hand comes up to brush a lone braid from your face.Â
Normally, he wouldnât be able to get a single word in, struggling to keep up with the information spilling from your mouth as you tell him about the things that happened over the few hours you were separated.Â
Today though, it is the total opposite. Since you made yourself comfortable on a secluded rock, away from prying eyes, you have yet to mutter a word.Â
Your expression is unreadable as you stare at something in the far distance.Â
His eyes scan over your body, searching for any possible injuries, but he finds none.
Your chest falls dramatically when you exhale loudly. Nestling deeper into his bicep, your cheek squishing against the strong muscle.Â
âI was just thinking..â you start, choosing not to look at him just yet, â... we have come so far. Itâs like it was only yesterday when we completed our iknimaya. And look at us now,â your hands vaguely point to the tattoos painted across your skin. Each line of the dark pigment signifying the paths you have chosen for yourselves. A proof of your devotion to the clan and its people. Â
Aoânung hums, letting you say everything that is on your heart. Not interrupting you.Â
âWhat do you think our younger selves would think about us now?â
He has to bite his tongue. If you asked him any other time, he would definitely come up with a sarcastic reply that would earn him a smack to the back of his head. But being the caring mate he is, he spares you from his antics. Just this time. You need something sincere. From the depth of his heart and so sweet that even your face is going to twist in a grimace.Â
Aoânung sits up slightly.Â
âI do not know about you, but young Ao'nung would be proud of the hardships I have overcome and the name I have built for myself. My reputation. Strength. These tattoos,â he stops for a second and glances at you, bringing up his hand to caress the back of your neck, âthe fact that I mated with the most incredible woman of all Pandora. And that somehow, with every single breath i take, i let myself fall deeper and deeper in love with her.â
He can see something sparkling in the corner of your eye. A small tear threatening to escape and run down the smooth skin of your cheek.Â
You hurriedly wipe it away with the back of your hand, trying to hide the proof that Aoânungâs words have managed to bring you to tears.Â
âHe would never think that. He would probably just laugh and call you old,â you snort, propping yourself up on your elbows, tilting your head to finally look at him.
A deep honest laugh cuts through the air as his head falls back. The type of laugh that has his canines showing.Â
Yeah, you are completely right. Aoânung knows it.Â
âYou were such a menace,â you add with your fist bumping into his chest.
The arm you were resting on minutes ago wraps around your shoulders from behind, bringing you closer. âAnd you still fell in love with me. What does that say about you, ma tiyawn?â
A lighthearted giggle escapes your mouth.
âYou have become soft ma 'nung. Your younger self would be so disappointed in you.â
âIt is a good thing I do not care what he would have to say,â Aoânung whispers as his lips brush against yours, gently nipping at your lower lip. Â
You donât let him have a taste of your lips just yet.
âI really love you, I hope you know that.â
He only smirks in response, âI do.â
And when you finally lean in, the dullness you felt in your chest earlier is replaced by something so much warmer. Something only your lover can make you feel.
Love how you are basically repopulating the avatar fandom with the Aoânung ficsđ«¶đ
love to be of service đ and im not done yet đŒ i have like 10 unfinished drafts, but first i need to get this neteyam fic done (àž âąÌ_âąÌ)Û¶
theres something so healing about writing neteyam happy and in love. my sweet boy there was so much more for u to experience. i hate u jc for taking him away from us.
hiiii sorry i've been a silent lurker on your page but i figured i should follow you back because i REALLY like the way your short stories/headcanons are written, and they seem really canon so hi new moot <3
hii<33
so glad to have u as a moot âžâžÊÌŽÌ¶Ì·Ì ÌŻÊ̶̷̎ÌâžâžÂ
and aaah i still have no idea what im even doing so it warms my heart to hear that you like my silly little stories <3
neteyam gets cuteness aggression when he catches you trying on his clothes
tags: fluff
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Neteyam signals his ikran to fly faster. The bonded only shrieks in response as it flaps its wide wings.
So eager to return to his mateâs loving embrace. You must have already returned from your duties as well by this time.
The vision of his lover jumping into his arms plays in his mind as he cuts through the floating rocks of the hallelujah mountains. Perhaps if he asks nicely, you might even massage his stiff shoulders.
When he lands on one of the massive branches of the hometree, his legs move automatically. The path has etched in his mind after years of living together.
Finally, Neteyam steps into the confines of your shared home, his nose immediately fills up with the smell of roasting meat, making Neteyam purr with contentment.
His eyes fall on you, crouching in front of a small fire as you diligently turn the meat so it roasts evenly. You have your back turned to him and he studies the way your tail curls absentmindedly while you hum the melody of one your clanâs songs.
He doesnât even get the chance to think about sneaking up on you. Because as soon as you get a whiff of his scent, you clumsily turn to face him with a large grin plastered across your face.
Neteyam opens his arms and you crash into his body instantly. Even though itâs only been a couple hours since you last saw each other, he canât help but rub his cheeks on the top of your head.
When he finally gets his fill, he angles his head and dives in for a kiss.
But instead of feeling the softness of your lips, he is met with the back of your hand as you pull away from him. At first he sees it as just you playing around, but when you reject him for the second time he whines.
His tail twitches restlessly, wondering why you are denying him your love.
âYou stink, ma Neteyamâ you state, pinching your nose between your fingers.
It is the same story every time.
He was in such a hurry to get to you, he didnât think of washing himself first. His ears fold back and he looks at you with wide eyes, begging you to take mercy on him. You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head, quietly asking him if he is trying to defy you.
A soft sigh escapes Neteyamâs lips as he starts to undress defeatedly, looking like a kicked thanator cub.
Before he leaves, he glances at you over his shoulder. âBut when I come back I will get as many kisses as I want!â
âJust go!â
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Neteyam sits by a stream not far from the hometree. He starts with his arms and slowly makes his way down, scrubbing his skin to rid himself of the sweat and dirt that has built up on his body throughout the day.
He has to admit, it does feel better when he is finally clean, even the bioluminescent markings on his body seem to glow brighter.
His stomach rumbles, reminding him he still has not eaten anything since returning from the hunt, he knows itâs time to head back.
He smirks, knowing that nothing can stop him from loving you now.
Hurried steps guide him back home.
Droplets of water are still dripping down his body, leaving a wet trail behind him. He did not bother taking an extra cloth to dry himself, leaving the job up to Pandoraâs strong sun. With this hot weather, he will be dry in no time.
Neteyam clears his throat, preparing to announce that he is back, but the words die in the back of his mouth. With his ears pointed and tail rigid, he stops in his tracks.
Speechless, he gulps.
You stand in the corner of the room, your pupils dilated. Your tail is tucked between your legs as if you were trying to make yourself smaller or disappear completely.
The cummerbund that fits tightly around his waist, hangs loosely over your hips. You must have been planning on tying one of his armguards around your arm as well, since you are holding the woven piece in your hand.
"You weren't supposed to be back that fast," your voice is high. Still frozen in the act.
Neteyam wants to laugh at the scandalous look on your face. You look as if you were a child caught stealing food from someoneâs plate.
He is glad he did not take his sweet time washing himself, otherwise he would be deprived of the delicious sight.
âIs this what you do when I am not around?â
He takes a careful step in your direction, acting like you would run away if he moved any faster.
âSometimes..â you trail off, turning to look at the wall, avoiding his gaze, still gripping his armguard so it does not fall on the ground.
Neteyam thinks he might just burst. Heat spreads in his chest and heart skips a beat. His nostrils flare as he draws a sharp breath, amazed by the fact that his lovely mate likes to try on his clothes when he is not home.
Eywa help him. He is never letting this go.
âMy sweet yawntu," he coos, extending his arms towards you.
Oh no, you know this look on his face.
There's nothing left for you to do than accept what comes next. You squeeze your eyes in anticipation.
Neteyam moves swiftly.
One of his hands wraps around your shoulders while the other comes up to hold the back of your head as he squishes you against his body. Cradling you so close you feel the vibrations coming from deep in his chest.
He dips his head.
The tips of his sharp fangs graze the side of your face, looking for the perfect spot before he bites the soft skin of your cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to leave a mark for the next few minutes.
âGross,â you groan when he swipes his tongue over the same spot, pushing him away, trying to escape.
You stand no chance as he only tightens his grip in response, his fingers clawing into you.
"m gon eat you," he mumbles against your skin, a weak threat. He continues, moving lower, nipping at your neck and then shoulder.
And with the way his tails loops around thigh, you know you are not leaving his grasp any time soon.
Wellâ he assumes he is because youâre not here.
You left for the village, bright early in the morning before he could convince you to stay for a few more minutesâheâs sure the elders donât even wake that early. And you left him with your daughter, Teyâa, who resembles every bit of you; from the top of her head, down to the tips of her toes.
Itâs like leaving a little piece of you wherever you go. A cute, teensy-sized piece. The only downside is, she also inherited your foul temper.
Teyâa fiddles with the twine in her hands, lines on her face creasing in concentration as she fails to knot a bead onto her woven top. Neteyam can already see the protest before it comes.
âWhereâs mama?â she whines, frustration lining the corners of her eyes.
âMamaâs busy, 'itetsyĂŹp,â he replies, sitting with her on the mat. He takes the weave from her hands and fixes the bead with a simple knot. âYou have me.â
She eyes her father, face contorting like sheâs contemplating his presence, then huffs, âNo, I want mom.â
Neteyam sighs, brushing the stray braid that covers her face to the side. She dodges his touch, turning her head a little to the right. The girl takes her unfinished craft from her fatherâs hands and ties all the knots she can muster with her tiny fingers. Not without struggle; but she seems extremely intent on fixing her weaved top without his help.
His tail flicks to the side, a huff escaping him. âIâll go get mama. If she says sheâs busy then dadda will help you, alright?â
Teyâa nods grudgingly as he places a kiss to the top of her head.
âWait here.â
Neteyam finds you easily. You did not go farâonly a few homes away from your own, but you look pissed. Youâre carrying a large basket of fish, eyes impatient as the fisherman explains something he doesnât quite understand. Eywa. He prays you wonât strangle him for interrupting.
Neteyam approaches, and when you catch his eyes from the corner of your own, he freezes. Your attention is on him now.
You donât even look like you want to dump the basket of fish on the fisherman anymore. You look like you might just dump it on him.
Neteyam looks away, feigning interest at a passerby. Heâll just have to help Teyâa himself. Sheâs six. Her anger is way less scarier than yours.
âMom!â his little girl calls out. Great Mother. Your head snaps to the tent of your home, shooting Neteyam a brief look.
âIâll handle it,â he mumbles quickly, eyes averted as he makes his way to the entrance. Clearing his throat, Neteyam summons the most feminine voice he can possibly muster, âYes, 'itetsyĂŹp? Iâm busy, sweetheart.â
Teyâa appears from the flap of the tent, purely unimpressed. âDad, Iâm not three.â
Her eyes flicker from him to youâ whoâs still arguing with the fisherman.
âYou didnât even try!â she cries out, storming inside in a puff of storm clouds.
This⊠this is not ideal, he sighs, already running after the six year old.
I have a, potentially super silly request idea for neteyam. I canât get it out of my head, i think it could be cute!
And i love your writing!
Def playing into the whole naâvi are cats thing.
I can just picture, sweet, attentive and respectful neteyam, so fond of his (future) mate who is very cat-like.
Letting and loving her affection and quirks.
In the beginning, she was too excited and giddy about courting neteyam, hunting and âgiftingâ him smaller animals she could catch easily and dropping them up at his family mauri all smiling and purple cheeked. (as well as crafting necklaces etc for him, but sheâll always accidentally spoil the gifts before sheâs done)
(Reader ig) Purring and nuzzling into neteyam cheek in greeting or when they cuddle. Her tail always going up and rubbing against him when they are close.
Whenever she sees him sitting she pounces onto his lap,
Eating together, she always takes bites of his food.
She gets affectionate and bites his cheek or shoulder.
Gets the âzoomiesâ at night sometimes, sheâll try to not wake him but sheâs a little clumsy while sleepy and will trip and wake him up and heâs so patient and doesnât made mind even if he has to be up early and will spend time with her until she can go back to sleep.
Even if Loâak or whoever teases her all in good fun, Neteyam will defend her
⊠and thatâs all i have!
Of course just ignore if youâre not feeling this idea!
so i dont usually reply to requests until im done with them but you literally had me screaming as i was reading this omg anon?!?? THIS IS SO CUTE. IM TOTALLY WRITING THIS FOR YOU.
i love your brain thank you so much. brilliant idea 10/10, will make this my priority. <333
newly mated with aoânung | aoânung x gn naâvi reader
tags: fluff
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Nothing could prepare you for how greedy you would become after experiencing tsaheylu with your mate for the first time.
Youâve been told about the wonders of tsaheylu and how different it feels compared to bonding to an ilu or a skimwing.
But it still shocks you when you finally experience it yourself. As tsaheylu allows you to feel the parts that you have never seen.
In a way, the bond makes existing as mates easier by letting you explore feelings that the other might not want to say aloud.
You and Aoânung have only been mated for a few short weeks. And as many young mated couples, you are completely lost in the feeling of your new bond. Not in a sexual way, but rather in the quiet intimacy of your souls and minds interlocking.
The feeling that lingers even after you disconnect your kurus and follows you throughout the day. It distracts you and makes you eager for the next time you join again.
You two have become insatiable in the eyes of the Metkayina clan, but they say nothing, only hide their smiles and chuckles, reminiscing of the days they have acted like that as well.
Still trying to be considerate of others, you keep your desires at bay, waiting for moments when you are alone.
One of your favorite times to get lost in the feeling of your bond is at night, right when you are about to fall asleep.
Sometimes he lays on top of you and sometimes you lay on top of him, and the times when it is too hot and you donât feel like touching, you simply lay side by side. Listening to the sounds of the reef with the privacy flap of your marui pinned to the side so cool air can flow in and out, adding to the comforting atmosphere.
Some days he rambles about his hunts or you two discuss the whispers of new gossip spreading among your clan.
And other days you are completely silent. But what stays consistent is that when your eyes finally get heavy and your breath slows down, you bring both of your braids to lay over your shoulders and let the tendrils intertwine.
Aoânung nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.
He kisses your hairline, whispering, âfeels good.â
You continue to drag your nails against his skin in a way you know he likes, humming in response before you drift off completely. The bond between you buzzes, knowing it wonât be broken any time soon.
When you tried it for the first time, you immediately knew you would not be able to stop. The electric hum that pulses through your braids way too addictive.
In those moments when you canât hide your infatuation, you at least try to be subtle.
You sit in the communal room with your shoulders brushing, feasting on the food placed in front of you and you canât shake off that feeling that itches under your skin.
So you reach behind Aoânung taking his braid into your hand. He gives you a knowing look and nods, giving you permission to do whatever it is that you want to do. You scoot closer, trying to hide your connected braids while you continue eating, acting like nothingâs happened.
All while your friends sit opposite to you and watch the scene as if it was the most interesting thing they have seen in a long time.
Tsireya can tell by the way that Loâakâs tail twitches behind him that he wants to say something so bad, but she stops him by laying her palm on his chest.
