you should do a stubborn aonung x stubborn metkayina female reader, a smut duhhhh i have no plot but you know how to write a good ass story soo
pair: stubborn!aonung x stubborn!fem!metkayina!reader
warnings: arguing / stubbornness / ear pulling / hate sex / hair tugging / oral (f receiving) / thigh riding / cowgirl position / multiple orgasms / p in v / cumming inside (wrap it)
authors: ive lowkey been putting off on requests until someone gave me one the sparks my creativity so zzzonttt make me kiss u for this amazing request,,, also my upcoming series will be out in the next few days. i will be making it a neteyam series as that is what yall requested but my next one will be an ao'nung or lo'ak series because at that point ill have like around 15 fics entirely on neteyam bro!!! anyways enjoy this,,,
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The salt spray clung to your skin, a cooling balm against the burning heat of the afternoon sun. You had pushed yourself harder than anyone else today, swimming laps around the other trainees until your lungs burned and your muscles screamed. It was the final stretch of preparation for the iknimaya, the sacred becoming of a warrior. The competition was fierce, but out of the twenty young Metkayina striving for glory, only two truly mattered in the race for dominance: you, and him.
For weeks, it had been a relentless back-and-forth. One day, you would outpace him in the deep-water endurance swims, leaving him gasping in your wake; the next, he would best you in the spear-throwing drills, his aim just a fraction sharper than yours. The rest of the group—the other eighteen trainees—had long since stopped trying to compete for the top spot, settling instead to watch the constant swapping of first and second place between you and Ao'nung with weary resignation.
You needed this—the solitude of the far beach, the one hidden behind the jagged rock formations where the coral reef stretched out into an endless, vibrant tapestry of turquoise and indigo. It was your sanctuary. The only place where you didn't have to look at Ao'nung's smug face or hear the other trainees whispering about who would finally take the lead in the final evaluations.
You rounded the bend, ready to collapse onto the warm sand and let the rhythmic sound of the waves wash away your frustration, but you stopped dead in your tracks.
Ao'nung stood waist-deep in the crystal-clear water, his back to you. He was rinsing the sweat and grime from the day's drills, his movements languid and possessive. His blue skin glistened under the golden light, water droplets cascading down the defined ridges of his shoulders and spine like liquid jewels. Even from a distance, you could recognize the arrogant set of his shoulders, the way he held himself like he had already claimed the title of Olo'eyktan before he had even earned his first tattoo.
A low growl built in your chest. It wasn't enough that he constantly nipped at your heels during the endurance swims, or that he had beaten your time in the spear-throwing drill by a fraction of a breath this morning. He had to invade your sanctuary, too?
Without thinking, rage overtaking your fatigue, you marched into the water. The cool ocean rushed over your legs, but the heat in your veins didn't falter. You closed the distance between you in a few long strides, gathering the momentum of your annoyance. With a sharp flick of your hips, you whipped your tail forward with brutal precision.
Your tail connected solidly with the back of his calf, the sound sharp against the ambient noise of the waves.
Ao'nung hissed in pain, his body jerking forward as he stumbled a step in the water. He whipped around, droplets flying from his long, braided hair, his eyes narrowing into a lethal glare. The playfulness that usually danced in his yellow eyes was gone, replaced by a sharp, defensive anger.
"Leave," you snapped, cutting him off before he could finish. You planted your feet in the sand, crossing your arms over your chest and lifting your chin in defiance. "This is my area. I train here."
Ao'nung recovered his balance, turning fully to face you. The water lapped at his waist, highlighting the lean muscle of his abdomen. He looked you up and down, a slow, infuriating smirk curling the corners of his mouth. It was the look he always gave you—the one that said he knew exactly how to get under your skin and enjoyed every second of it.
"No," he said, the word rolling off his tongue with lazy confidence. He crossed his own arms, mimicking your stance but making it look broader, more imposing. "I don't think I will."
Your tail lashed angrily behind you, churning the water into a froth. "I said leave," you repeated, your voice rising an octave. The sheer audacity of him. The entire ocean was at your disposal, yet he insisted on occupying the one small stretch of sand you claimed as yours. "You have the whole village, the entire reef. Why do you have to be right here?"
"Because it's a free beach," he countered, his tone dripping with mockery. He took a step closer, the water sloshing around his thighs, testing your boundaries. "And I saw it first."
"You are impossible!" you shouted, your hands balling into fists at your sides. "Always competing, always breathing down my neck. Can't you just go away?"
"Or what?" he challenged, his voice dropping an octave. The smirk widened, revealing sharp teeth. "What are you going to do about it if I stay?"
The question hung in the humid air between you, heavy and taunting. He was baiting you, just like he always did during sparring matches, waiting for you to lose your cool so he could capitalize on the mistake. But this wasn't the training ground. There were no elders watching, no scores to be tallied. Just the two of them, alone on the edge of the world.
A shriek of pure annoyance tore from your throat, high and piercing. You couldn't stand him. You couldn't stand his face, his voice, or the way he looked at you like you were a puzzle he was slowly solving.
"You are so annoying!" you screamed, the words echoing off the rocks.
With a final, furious stomp that sent water flying in every direction, you turned on your heel. You didn't wait for his retort, didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing how flushed your face was. You stormed back toward the tree line, marching away from the water and the boy who inhabited it, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs.
The sun beat down on the village marui, the air thick with the scent of salt and anticipation. It was the culmination of months of grueling training, the final moments before the twenty young Metkayina would officially be recognized as warriors. Tonowari, the Olo'eyktan, stood before the line of trainees, his posture imposing and his expression stern.
You stood at attention, trying to keep your breathing even and your eyes forward, but it was difficult. You had been lined up alphabetically, a cruel twist of fate that had placed you directly beside Ao'nung.
Beside you, you felt a sharp pinch on your upper arm. You didn't flinch, but you gritted your teeth. As soon as Tonowari turned his gaze to the opposite end of the line to inspect Tsu'kida's stance, you shifted your weight just enough to slam your heel down hard onto Ao'nung's exposed toes.
He let out a barely audible huff of air through his nose, his tail twitching violently behind him, but he didn't dare make a sound. He retaliated a moment later when the Olo'eyktan looked away again, his tail whipping out to sting the back of your calf. It was a silent, vicious war fought in the shadows of authority. Every glance away from Tonowari was an opportunity for a bruised rib, a stepped-on foot, or a pulled hair. You were exhausted, not from the training, but from the effort it took not to tackle him right then and there.
"Today," Tonowari's voice boomed, silencing the rustling of the crowd, "you prove you have the heart of the Metkayina. You have endured the trials of the iknimaya, and you have stood strong against the currents of the ocean. Now, you are ready to choose the tool that will defend our people."
He stepped aside, revealing the rack of weapons laid out on woven mats. Bows of all shapes and sizes, carved from the finest woods and reinforced with bone and sinew, gleamed in the sunlight. Beside them were quivers filled with arrows, each fletched with unique feathers and tipped with sharpened obsidian or bone.
"Go forward," Tonowari commanded. "Choose your bow. It will be yours for life. You will cherish it, you will keep it safe, and it will become an extension of your own spirit."
The moment the words left his mouth, the line dissolved. The eighteen other trainees surged forward, a chaotic wave of excitement, but you and Ao'nung were already moving. You didn't run; you launched yourselves, your competitive spirit igniting like a spark in dry grass. You were shoulder to shoulder, shoving and jostling for position, ignoring the indignant shouts of the others you pushed aside.
Your eyes scanned the rack, dismissing weapon after weapon. Too heavy. Too light. The grain was wrong. The balance was off. You needed something that felt like you, something that would sing in your hands.
It was resting on the furthest end of the mat, separated from the others as if it were waiting. The bow was crafted from a pale, silvery birchwood that seemed to shimmer in the light. But it was the markings that stole your breath—intricate, navy blue patterns swirling across the wood like the currents of a deep ocean trench. The quiver beside it was filled with arrows that matched the perfection of the bow; the shafts were stained a deep midnight blue, and the arrowheads were a piercing, translucent blue that looked like captured ice. The fletching was a stunning blend of black and royal blue feathers, sleek and deadly.
It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. It was yours.
You lunged forward, your fingers stretching out, desperate to claim the prize before anyone else—specifically him—could notice it.
Just as your fingertips grazed the cool, smooth wood of the bow, another hand slammed down on top of it.
Your heart stopped. You looked up, following the arm attached to the hand, and met Ao'nung's gaze. He was panting slightly from the sprint, his eyes wide and locked onto the bow with the same hunger you felt.
"I touched it first," you snarled, your grip tightening on the upper limb.
"Like hell you did," he shot back, his hand clamping over the handle. "My hand was on it before you even got close."
"You're delusional," you spat, trying to yank the bow toward your chest. "I saw it first. I reached for it first. It's mine."
"I don't care what you saw," he growled, pulling back with equal force. The wood groaned under the strain of your tug-of-war. "It has my name written all over it. The blue, the patterns—it suits me."
"You? You wouldn't know style if it bit you on the nose!" You dug your heels into the sand, using your full body weight to wrench the weapon away from him. "Let go!"
"You let go!" He shoved you with his shoulder, nearly knocking you off balance. "You have the grace of a startled skimwing. You'd probably snap this bow in a week."
"Better than letting it rot in the hands of an egotistical moron who thinks he's Olo'eyktan already!"
The two of you were making a scene. The other trainees had stopped their own selections to watch the spectacle, murmuring amongst themselves. You didn't care. You weren't letting him have this. He couldn't have the top spot in the training, and he certainly wasn't taking this bow.
"I need this bow," you hissed, your face inches from his. "I earned it."
"I earned it more," he spat back, his breath hot against your cheek. "I've beaten you in every drill this week. This belongs to the victor."
"Victor?" You laughed harshly. "You barely scraped by in the endurance swim! I was lapping you!"
"Only because you took the shortcut near the reef!"
"You're a liar and a cheat!"
The roar didn't come from the crowd. It came from directly behind you, shaking the very ground you stood on.
You froze. Ao'nung froze. Slowly, dread pooling in your stomach, you both released your grip on the bow and turned around.
Tonowari was standing there, his face thunderous. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and the beads in his hair rattled with the intensity of his trembling rage. The village had gone dead silent. Even the waves seemed to quiet in the presence of the Olo'eyktan's fury.
"I have had enough," Tonowari said, his voice low and dangerous. "Of the bickering. Of the fighting. Of the two of you acting like tawtute children rather than warriors of the Metkayina."
He marched forward, grabbing you by the left ear and Ao'nung by the right. The grip was ironclad, and you winced as he hauled you away from the weapon rack, away from the ceremony, and away from the village.
"You want to fight over a bow?" Tonowari muttered, dragging you both toward the dense treeline that led to the less inhabited parts of the islands. "Then you can sit and think about why you don't deserve one."
He marched you through the jungle, ignoring your protests and Ao'nung's stammered apologies. The path became rocky and overgrown, the sounds of the village fading until they were replaced by the distant crash of waves and the chirping of insects.
Finally, he stopped at the mouth of a small, secluded cove. It was beautiful, with high stone walls and a calm pool of water, but it was undeniably a prison.
Tonowari released your ears, giving you both a shove forward into the sand.
"You will stay here," he commanded, pointing a finger at the both of you. "You will not leave this cove until you have resolved your differences. And maybe, just maybe, if you can learn to act like adults instead of wild animals, then you can come back and pick a bow."
"Father, wait—" Ao'nung started, but Tonowari had already turned his back.
"I am done listening," the Olo'eyktan said over his shoulder, his retreating figure disappearing into the foliage. "Do not test my patience further."
You stood there, rubbing your sore ear, staring at the empty path where your future had just walked away. Slowly, you turned your head to look at Ao'nung. He was scowling at the ground, his arms crossed over his chest, kicking angrily at a piece of driftwood.
This was going to be a very long day.
The sun had begun its descent, casting long, golden shadows across the walls of the cove. The water below had shifted from turquoise to a deep, bruising purple. For hours, the two of you had sat in silence, legs dangling off the edge of the stone platform, staring out at the ocean with matching expressions of sullen annoyance.
The only sound had been the rhythmic lapping of the water and the occasional distant call of a flying creature. But the silence was heavy, thick with all the things you weren't saying.
Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You shifted, turning to glare at his profile.
"All of this because you're so fucking stubborn," you huffed, kicking your heels against the rock face.
Ao'nung scoffed, leaning back on his elbows and tilting his head to look at you with a lazy, arrogant sneer. "I'm the stubborn one? Please. Why didn't you just give up? That bow was mine."
"You are unbelievable," you snapped, your voice rising. "You think everything is yours! The beach, the top rank, the bow—"
"Because I earn it!" he shouted, sitting up straight to face you. "I work for it! I don't just whine and stomp my feet until I get my way!"
"I don't whine! I fight for what I want!"
"You fight like a skimwing with a broken wing!"
The argument ignited instantly, consuming the quiet of the cove like wildfire. You scrambled to your feet, and he rose with you, the close quarters forcing you into each other's space. You stepped forward, invading his personal space, and he didn't back down an inch.
"You're insufferable!" you yelled, your chest heaving.
"You're a nightmare!" he shot back, his eyes blazing.
You were toe-to-toe now, chests practically pressed against each other. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, matching the feverish anger burning in your own veins. You were panting heavily, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps, and so was he.
The air between you felt charged, electric with a tension that had nothing to do with the argument. You weren't dumb. You could feel it—the way his eyes dropped to your lips for a microsecond before snapping back to your eyes, the way his body was coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. The urge to press your lips against his was overwhelming, a heated fury so strong it made you feel dizzy.
It would be so easy to just grab him and kiss him until the anger turned into something else, something consuming.
But you weren't backing down. If you kissed him now, he would think he won. He would think he broke you.
You tilted your head upwards, your eyes defiant in a way that screamed you weren't making the first move. You dared him to do it, your gaze locking onto his with a challenge that bordered on a threat.
Ao'nung reciprocated the glare, his jaw clenched tight, his breathing ragged. He looked at you with a mix of hatred and hunger that made your knees weak, but you locked your legs to keep your ground.
Then, a slow, wicked smirk curled your lips.
You turned away from him, breaking the standoff. You began to walk away, putting a deliberate sway in your hips, knowing he was watching. It was a gamble, a dangerous game of chicken, but you knew his ego better than anyone.
You heard him move behind you, a sharp intake of breath, and then a hand shot out.
Ao'nung grabbed your arm, his grip bruising as he yanked you back around. You stumbled, crashing into his solid chest.
"Playing all these games, huh?" he glowered, his face inches from yours. His voice was low, rough with frustration.
"And I'm the winner every time," you smiled, your fangs pressing against your bottom lip.
He let out a frustrated growl, a sound that vibrated through his chest and into yours. His hand moved from your arm to the back of your head, his fingers tangling roughly in your hair, and he smashed his lips against yours.
It wasn't gentle. It was violent and hungry, a collision of teeth and tongues and pent-up rage. He kissed you like he wanted to devour you, like he wanted to punish you for driving him insane all these months. You gasped into his mouth, your hands fisting into his loincloth, pulling him impossibly closer as the anger melted into pure, unadulterated heat.
Ao'nung didn't give you a chance to recover from the ferocity of his kiss. He spun you, his grip on your arm iron-tight, and shoved you backward. Your spine collided with the rough stone wall of the cove, the impact knocking the air from your lungs, but before you could even gasp, he was on you.
He crowded you, his broad chest pressing you flat against the rock, trapping you with his sheer mass. His mouth left yours, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the line of your jaw, his breath coming in harsh gusts against your damp skin. He nipped at the sensitive spot just below your ear, his teeth grazing the pulse point that hammered wildly beneath your flesh.
"This could've happened so much sooner," he rasped, his voice vibrating against your neck, low and thick with arrogance. "If you just shut your mouth sometimes."
You tilted your head back, a defiant laugh catching in your throat even as your body betrayed you, melting into his touch. "And miss the sound of my own voice?" you managed to quip, your tone breathless but sharp. "You'd be lost without—"
Your witty comeback dissolved into a high, broken whimper as Ao'nung suddenly dropped to his knees in the sand before you. Before you could process the movement, he hooked one arm behind your knee, hauling your leg up and draping it over his shoulder with effortless strength. The sudden shift in balance left you clinging to him, your hands flying to his shoulders for stability.
Your tewng was gone in a rough tug, discarded into the sand like useless debris. The cool air kissed your heated skin for only a fraction of a second before his hand was there, his palm cupping your sex possessively. He groaned low in his throat at the feel of you, his fingers sliding through the slick wetness that had gathered there, teasing your folds with a deliberate, maddening slowness.
"Look at you," he muttered, his yellow eyes darkening as he glanced up the line of your body. "All that talk, and you're already soaking for me."
You opened your mouth to retort, to snap at him that this was just physical, a reaction to the adrenaline, but the words died in your throat as he leaned in. He didn't wait for permission. He didn't ask. He just sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked.
A cry tore from your lips, your head falling back against the stone wall. Your fingers tangled desperately into his hair, your grip tightening as you tugged hard, the way you knew he liked. He growled against your flesh, the vibration shooting straight through your nerves, and you felt his other hand grip your hip, anchoring you to the spot as he began to feast on you.
His tongue was relentless, alternating between broad, flat strokes that had your toes curling and sharp, precise flicks that made your vision blur. He ate you like he was starving, like he had been waiting months for this exact moment, and the realization that he probably had made your head spin.
Your other hand scrambled for purchase against the rough rock wall, your nails scraping uselessly against the stone as your legs trembled. "Ao'nung," you gasped, his name a broken plea on your lips, your hips bucking involuntarily against his face.
He groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core and making your thighs shake where they rested over his shoulders. He didn't let up, his tongue delving lower to tease your entrance before circling back to your clit with ruthless precision. Every flick of his tongue was a demand, a punishment for all the times you'd bested him, and a reward for finally giving in.
"Fuck," you breathed, your fingers tightening in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him hiss, but he only redoubled his efforts. He loved the sting, the way you pulled him closer rather than pushing him away. It spurred him on, made him hungrier.
He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his chin glistening with your arousal, his eyes dark and predatory. "You taste better than you sound," he rasped, his voice wrecked. "And that's saying something."
"Shut up," you whimpered, your hips bucking involuntarily, seeking the friction of his mouth again. "Don't stop."
He smirked, a wicked curve of his lips that you could feel against your inner thigh before he dived back in. This time, he didn't hold back. He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, his tongue working the sensitive bundle of nerves in fast, tight circles that sent white-hot sparks shooting up your spine.
Your back arched off the wall, your hand scraping frantically against the stone as your climax barreled toward you. It was fast and overwhelming, a tidal wave cresting higher and higher. "Ao'nung, I'm—"
He hummed an acknowledgment, the vibration pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm tore through you with the force of a storm, your vision going white as your body convulsed. You cried out, your hand fisting in his hair to keep him anchored to you as the waves of pleasure dragged you under, leaving you gasping and trembling.
He worked you through it, his tongue slowing but not stopping, drawing out every last shock of sensation until you were a boneless, panting mess against the wall. Only when your whimpers turned to oversensitive gasps did he finally pull back, pressing a final, biting kiss to the inside of your thigh before lowering your leg gently to the ground.
The adrenaline still coursing through your veins gave you a burst of strength. With a shove that caught him off guard, you pushed him backward. Ao'nung stumbled, his balance compromised by the shifting sand, and fell heavily onto his ass. You didn't hesitate; you straddled him immediately, dropping down to grind your hips against his.
He groaned, his head falling back as you teased him, dragging your wet heat over the growing bulge beneath his loincloth without giving him the friction he really wanted. It was payback for the wall, for the months of arrogance. But his patience snapped quickly. With a frustrated growl, his hands shot to your waist, gripping you hard enough to bruise. He didn't let you control the pace; he forcibly guided your hips onto his muscular thigh.
"Take it," he gritted out, dragging you up and down the hard muscle of his leg.
Your sopping clit dragged against the teal skin of his thigh, the friction immediate and intense. Every sharp retort you wanted to hurl at him died in your throat, replaced by a ragged gasp. You stared at him, your eyes locking onto his with a mix of defiance and desperation. He watched you right back, his expression taunting, enjoying the sight of you falling apart on top of him.
It made you furious—how vulnerable you were, how good it felt, how he was winning even as you lost control. That fury burned bright in your eyes, only to shatter every few moments with a broken moan that escaped your lips despite your best efforts to swallow it down. And every time the pleasure broke your composure, the anger came rushing back twice as harsh, fueling the fire in your veins.
"Look at you," he taunted, his voice strained as he forced you harder against his leg. "So stubborn. Just let go."
You couldn't hold on. The pressure on your clit was too much, the drag of his skin too perfect. With a cry that tore from your throat, you came again. Your head fell forward onto his shoulder, your body convulsing as the pleasure washed over you, leaving you trembling and weak in his arms.
Before you could recover, he captured your lips in another kiss. This one was different—deeper, slower, less of a collision and more of a devouring. You melted into it, your hands sliding up his chest. As the kiss deepened, you shifted your hips, positioning yourself over his clothed erection. With a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, you sank down on him, the thin barrier of his tewng doing little to dull the sensation.
"Fuck," he hissed through gritted teeth as you took him to the hilt, your hips meeting his. "You're tight. So fucking wet for me."
You gave yourself a moment to adjust, to accommodate the sheer size of him, but the need to move quickly overpowered the ache. You braced your hands on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart under your palms, and lifted your hips. You dragged yourself upward until only the thick head remained inside you, pausing there to tease him, before slamming back down and taking him all at once.
You didn't build up to a gentle rhythm. You didn't let yourself adjust to the pace. You bounced on him with reckless abandon, taking him hard and fast. Every downward stroke forced a cry from your lips, the friction of him dragging against your inner walls sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. The sound of skin meeting skin was loud and lewd in the quiet cove, echoing off the stone walls.
He leaned back on his elbows, his eyes feasting on you. He watched the way your breasts bounced with every movement, the way your head fell back in ecstasy, the flush of blue darkening on your skin. "Look at you," he rasped, his voice wrecked and full of dark wonder. "Taking me so well. Who's winning now, yawntu?"
You couldn't answer. You couldn't think. The only thing that existed was the thick, hard length of him driving into you, over and over again. He filled you completely, hitting a spot deep inside that made your vision blur. The coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter, your muscles clenching around him as you chased your release.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice dropping an octave, thick with dominance.
You forced your eyes open, locking your gaze with his. The intensity was too much. The look in his eyes—possession, hunger, awe—was your undoing. You rolled your hips, grinding down on him, and the tension snapped. You came with a shattered scream, your inner walls clamping down around him like a vice. You rippled and fluttered around him, the pleasure tearing through you like a riptide.
He groaned, his hips bucking up into yours erratically as he chased his own end. "I'm gonna—fuck," he gritted out, his grip on your hips tightening until it was painful, anchoring you to him. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you and came. You felt the pulse of him, the heat of his release filling you as he rode out his climax, his body shuddering violently beneath yours.
You collapsed onto his chest, completely spent, your legs twitching uncontrollably from the overstimulation as the waves of pleasure slowly receded, leaving you both breathless and trembling in the cove.
For a moment, the only sound was your combined breathing, heavy and ragged in the quiet cove.
"Finally gonna stop being stubborn, yawntu?" he smirked, his chest vibrating against yours where you lay sprawled on top of him.
You rolled your eyes, the gesture weak given your current state. You attempted to push yourself up, but your legs were like jelly, refusing to hold your weight. "Shut up," you grumbled, slumping back down.
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that you felt more than heard. He sat up carefully, shifting you until he could lift you. He carried you the short distance to the rock wall, sitting you down gently before sinking down beside you, leaning his shoulder against yours.
The silence stretched, comfortable now, charged with something new. He stared out at the water, his tail twitching idly in the sand.
"You can have the bow," he murmured quietly. The words were so soft you almost missed them. He wasn't looking at you, his gaze fixed on the horizon, his profile uncharacteristically vulnerable. It was the first time he had ever been soft with you, the first time he had ever conceded anything without a fight.
You turned your head to look at him, surprise blooming in your chest. A small smile tugged at your lips. You leaned in, planting a shy, tentative kiss on his cheek. He didn't pull away; instead, his hand found yours in the sand, interlacing your fingers.
The next morning, the sun was high by the time you finally left the cove. The walk back to the village was quiet, but the tension between you had shifted entirely. When you reached the clearing, Tonowari was waiting, his arms crossed over his massive chest. He looked from you to Ao'nung, his eyes searching for signs of violence but finding only disheveled clothing and a strange, new calm.
"Have you settled your differences?" the Olo'eyktan asked, his tone stern but hopeful.
You glanced at Ao'nung. He looked back at you, a smirk playing on his lips, but it wasn't arrogant anymore. It was shared.
With a matching smirk, you both nodded your heads.
"Yeah," you began, holding a laugh back.
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