DISCONTINUED Why desire the piece of work that is the Metkayina prince; Aonung? The second prince of the Omatikaya; Neteyam, hasn't the slightest clue. What is it that the cold Metkayina prince, Aonung, is hiding? Which of the twin sons of Tonowari will be heir? How long will Seruli, the heir of the Omatikaya, rival his younger brother; Neteyam? Is peace truly possible between the clans? Which questions will the story answer? (SLOW UPDATES) [Record: #1 bottomaonung] [Record: #1 netenung] [Record: #1 avatarfic] [Record: #3 aonete] [Record: #7 neteyamxaonung] [Record: #6 cliffhanger]

They were soul tied, an invisible string connected the two, pulling them closer to the other, until they met. 61,798 words total Character ages: Neteyam-18 turns 19 Aonung-18 turns 19 Loak-16 Kiri-17 Rotxo-16 Tsireya-16 Illian-18 Te'ang-18 Ne'ar-19 Lea-18 Nalia-19 All adults around 40 NOT MY ART OR CHARACTERS OBVIOUSLY There will be smut, fluff, self harm scars, self harm talk, violence, war and death throughout this story. I'll put a trigger warning at the start of the chapter where these are mentioned. Sit back, relax and enjoy Thank you :)

Because of a terrible storm, the Sullys are stranded on a small island, thinking fate has placed them there by themselves for the rest of their days. However, the oldest boy, Neteyam, finds the means of escape in an artist with ocean rippled skin, who comes to like him . . . perhaps a little too much. [Record: #1 NetayamxAonung] [Record: #1 Avatarfic] [Record: #1 Aonete] [Record: #1 Netenung]

forest na'vi's never came to the reef, they always stayed separated but when an unexpected family arrives in the metkayina village Aonung's world quickly takes a turn, and for him... it's not for the better. Neteyam x Aonung story enjoy your reading!

The world is cruel; Neteyam struggles to ignore his burning love for the one person he firmly believes he can never have. It eats at him, always a thought present in the back if his mind, lingering, tearing into his soul and leaving him restless and full of longing. He yearns for Ao'nung's love, and seeks out others in his attempt to fill the void in his chest, though it hardly works. He's in pain; he feels unloved, unlovable - every day since coming to Awa'atlu, he's been nothing but a disappointment. Neteyam is scared of his father, of the repercussions that follow his misdeeds, however little they may be. He bottles it up, until he cannot keep himself composed anymore. And what then? Who will be the one to pick up the broken pieces of his soul?

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Neteyam struggles with his sense of self-worth, his rocky relationship with his father, and Ao'nung's less than kind approaches. He seeks out Metcayina men for comfort, gets into fights and loses a bit of his perfect firstborn son facade in the midst of all his struggles, before he finally finds himself again and reconciles with the Metcayina chief's son. × Neteyam scoffed, standing to face the other male. Ao'nung grabbed his wrist, lifting the Omaticaya's arm and revealing the slender hand. "You are different. You're not like your brother. " "We have the same parents," Neteyam replied, keeping his voice low and void of his rising fury. "My brother and I are the same." "No," Ao'nung smirked, disagreeing. "Your brother is more like the sky people than you are. It shows even in the way he behaves." "I told you to leave my family alone-" Neteyam warned, pulling his hand free from Ao'nung's loosened grasp. "Or what?" Ao'nung's smirk never left his face. The Metcayina stepped closer, half expecting Neteyam to take a step back, but the dark blue skinned boy never did.

Neteyam was undeniably angry. He felt betrayed and lost. It felt like the world was against him, his father, his mother, and his home. Everything he ever knew was ripped away from him, and it left a gaping wound in his heart. He was certain nobody knew how fragile he was inside. He felt like he was suffocating; his throat tight, the back of his eyes burning. He knew not to release those feelings.