Tsu'tey X male oc Zen Sully is the younger brother of twins Jake and Tom Sully. After their brother's death, Jake, a wheelchair bound marine, and Zen, an aspiring doctor/scientist, take the chance to travel to Pandora. ~~~ Warning: male X male content. Quietly leave if you do not like. I will not tolerate any disrespectful comments on my books. Love is love, get over it. I do NOT own Avatar, that goes to James Cameron.

"My dearest, Give all my children a kiss, tell them I think about them by day, pray for them by night, and find my best comfort in their affection. I know it seems like a very long time before I see them but remind them, we may all work, so these hard days need not be wasted. I know they will be loving children to you, do their duty fatefully, and keep a strong heart, so when I come back to them, I might be fonder and prouder than ever of our little ones."

Aonung's unhelpful and deeply incorrect guide to become the perfect manly leader. Or 6 times where Aonung failed at being the "manly and masculine" man his uncle taught him to be because of Neteyam and the one time he succeeded. (And also me using this as an excuse to preach about Neteyam's beauty because I can).

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]

"This is a serious conversation." Neteyam stated, his intense big eyes still looking straight at Ao'nung's soul. "You look at me." He said and it wasn't a request. The metkayina gulped, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest as he felt Neteyam's thumb rubbing the edge of his jaw. "Go on, what do you want to say?" "What I am saying is.." Ao'nung hesitated again. He felt as if Neteyam already knew what he was about to say and he felt naked under those eyes. As if Neteyam could see all his secrets without Ao'nung having to say a word. "What if I don't want you to choose someone else?" He asked and waited for Neteyam to get angry but the boy's expression remained serious. "And who would I choose then?" Neteyam asked, his voice still as soft as ever, as if afraid to spook Ao'nung. The metkayina swallowed with difficulty as his throat constricted with the heaviness of his emotions and nervousness. He had to be courageous, he had to be brave. So Ao'nung thought 'fuck it' and said exactly what he meant. "Me."

➤ "If you asked me to kiss you, I would." One grew up among the trees, the other surrounded by the ocean. It wasn't their similarities that the two found so interesting in each other, but rather their numerous differences, which turned out to be the beginning of an unforgettable new chapter in their lives; the start of two teenage na'vi blossoming into something they had never expected. - (Aonung x Neteyam) -Avatar The Way Of Water- [original Cover art made by seykkii] * #1 in "avatarthewayofwater" * * #1 in "neteyamxaonung" * * #1 in "mlm" *

War reaches Awa'atlu. Ao'nung is promised off to Neteyam, Toruk Makto's first born son as a means to strengthen the connections between the tribes of the Metcayina and the Omaticaya. Ao'nung is not thrilled to be married off so soon, and by the looks of things, neither is Neteyam. ABO Dynamics

A couple of tiny glowing fish came over to him, inspecting him. Neteyam watched them, unmoving. His stillness encouraged the little creatures to inch closer, one coming to rest against his nose. Neteyam realized they were the seeds of Eywa - only here, they did not float. Neteyam smiled softly, extending one of his arms, palm facing up. One of the seeds swam into his hand, resting comfortably. Ao'nung slowly sank down to his knees as well, brows furrowed in an unpleasant glare before bubbles escaped his lips in surprise at the sight in front of him. Neteyam glanced his way for a mere second before turning back to Eywa's little creations, watching as they circled his waist before finally swimming away.