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Aonung and Prill Prill
• ao’nung | masterlist •
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two hearts | ao’nung x fem!metkayina!reader
y/n gets her heart broken and ao’nung is there to pick up the pieces
a/n: i’m actually happy with this one lol
cw: angst to fluff, asshole (ex) bf, heartbreak, comfort, first kiss, confessions, friends to bf and gf yay
wc: 1.3k
masterlist • ao3
y/n sat on the beach, watching the waves wrap and curl back and forth, the cold water meets her feet then dashes away. y/n laughs as her ilu slaps her fin down impatiently in the water and clicks.
“don’t worry, he’ll be here soon.” the ilu chirps again and submerges in the water. y/n laughs, her bonded was just as impatient as she was.
Sometimes i forget that Ao'nung from Avatar way of water is otto from odd squad
Netenung goes to prom!!! 💗💗💗
Reef vs Forest Na'vi scent thing.
I imagine the Reef Na'vi have softer scents due to their lifestyle. As they aren't leaving scent lines while hunting/marking routes... That is to say, when the Sullys arrive at Awa'atlu, their scenting culture & scent strength must have been a little jarring.
Maybe Ronal gets migraines from the Sully's & Neytiri's strong scent, & that's what started her annoyance. Pregnancy does increase scent sensitivity. Just Ronal walking up and getting PUNCHED in the nose & brain with a strong earthy smell and getting an instant ache in her skull. Aonung & Tsireya come home smelling like the Sully kids, even if they don't have skin-to-skin contact because of it. And god, it's so much worse when the kids start giving each other friendly gifts with their scent on them. Ronal: I'm glad you're getting along, but the bracelet stays outside the house. Tsireya: I could put it in a bag? Aonung: Mom, what about the shell Tuk gave me? Ronal: Scrub it for five minutes. Tsireya: That's not fair! Tonowari: Daughter, woven items carry scents strongly.
ao’nung x f!reader you thought that he hated you… you were wrong.
The first time Ao'nung laughed at you, you cried.
Not in front of him.
Not in front of anyone.
But later, alone in your marui, staring at the woven ceiling while your younger sister slept beside you, tears slipped down your cheeks anyway.
You hated him.
Or at least you tried to.
It would have been easier if you hated him.
Unfortunately, Ao'nung was impossible to hate.
He was strong. Confident. Skilled. The future Olo'eyktan of the Metkayina.
Everyone liked him.
Everyone except you.
And apparently everyone except him.
At least that was what you assumed.
Because every time you spoke, he had something smart to say.
Every time you made a mistake, he noticed.
Every time you looked his way, he was already staring.
"You are doing it wrong."
You looked up from the fishing net in your lap and groaned.
"Go away."
Ao'nung smirked.
"You tied the knot backward."
"I know how to tie a knot."
"Clearly not."
You glared at him.
He crouched beside you anyway.
His fingers brushed yours as he grabbed the rope.
Heat immediately rushed into your face.
You hated that.
You hated how handsome he was.
You hated how his smile made your stomach twist.
Most of all, you hated how he never seemed affected by you at all.
"There," he said.
The knot was perfect.
Of course it was.
"Thank you."
"You are welcome."
"Now leave."
His grin widened.
"No."
You nearly threw the rope at his head.
Ao'nung laughed.
Actually laughed.
And somehow that annoyed you more.
"You are impossible."
"So I have been told."
"By me."
"Repeatedly."
He looked entirely too pleased about that.
Your eye twitched.
"What is wrong with you?"
Ao'nung tilted his head.
"What do you mean?"
"You follow me everywhere."
His ears flicked.
"I do not."
"You do."
"I do not."
"You do."
"I happen to be wherever you are."
"That means following me."
"No. It means you have excellent taste in places."
You stared.
He stared back.
For a moment neither of you moved.
Then Ao'nung looked away first.
And if you had been paying closer attention, you would have noticed the faint blue tint spreading across his cheeks.
But you missed it.
Just like you missed everything else.
Including the way his friends constantly teased him whenever you walked by.
Including the way he always volunteered for hunting parties you joined.
Including the fact that he somehow remembered every tiny thing you ever mentioned.
You never noticed.
Because all you could see was the teasing.
The smirks.
The comments.
The way he seemed to enjoy making you flustered.
And after years of it, you had come to one conclusion.
Ao'nung couldn't stand you.
Which was why, when you overheard him laughing with his friends later that evening, your heart sank immediately.
"There she is."
You froze.
Ao'nung's voice.
Your name followed.
Then laughter.
The rest of the conversation was too quiet to hear.
But it didn't matter.
You had already heard enough.
Of course he was laughing about you.
Why wouldn't he be?
You turned around before they could see you and walked away.
Fast.
Then faster.
By the time you reached the beach, your eyes burned.
"Stupid," you muttered.
The waves rolled gently against the shore.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid."
You should have known.
You should have stopped hoping years ago.
Because somewhere along the way, hatred had become something much worse.
You liked him.
And Eywa, that was embarrassing.
A tear slipped down your cheek.
You wiped it away immediately.
Then another.
Then another.
"Are you crying?"
You spun around.
Ao'nung stood several feet away.
Your stomach dropped.
"Leave me alone."
His expression changed instantly.
"No."
"I said leave me alone."
"What happened?"
You laughed bitterly.
"What happened?"
Ao'nung frowned.
"Yes."
"You."
His entire body stilled.
"Me?"
"You hate me."
"What?"
"You hate me."
His jaw actually fell open.
For several seconds he simply stared.
Then—
"What are you talking about?"
You laughed again.
Except this time it sounded suspiciously close to a sob.
"You make fun of me constantly."
"I tease you."
"You laugh at me."
"Because you are cute when you get angry."
Silence.
Both of you froze.
Ao'nung froze because he said it.
You froze because you heard it.
His eyes widened.
"...I was not supposed to say that."
a humble poster made for my aonunete fic
He has a good heart. One Neteyam is fascinated by. So he touches Ao'nung's chest, hand open, feeling the gentle movement of his large ribcage breathing. Neteyam closes his eyes and can go deeper. Tudum. Tudum. His heartbeat is like a melody. He would like to see it - Ao'nung's heart -, touch it with his lips in a gentle kiss.
you can read 'phantom strings' here