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casual dominance jake sully x reader
times when jake displayed casual domestic actions towards you and the one time you did.
đź the first time jake had shown casual dominance was during a communal gathering, you had been exhausted, your joints ached and head poundedâit was clear that you werenât in the most joyful mood.
đź jake most specifically noticed, so he prepared a wrapping of hunted meat and greens for you. he didnât even mention it as he set it right beside you on the log you sat at. giving your thigh a subtle brush as he walked past to join the other hunters.
hii will you be writing a part 3 to four is better than five?? I hope you do it's so good i need more angst
hi!!! yes i do actually plan on making a part 3! there will be more angst, a lottt moređthereâs a lot i want to do so im pretty sure there will be a couple more chapters!:3
Four is better than five
Sully family x fem!sully reader
Summary: The eldest daughter of Jake and Neytiri finds out she may not be that special. w/c: 652 a/n: Hi hi! sorry for the mini hiatus, some things came up! Currently working on Bestfriend!Ao'nung hcs, but for now this is a small draft I made for either a small mini series or one shot I want to do, partly inspired by 'Polished Fangs' by @heynyxiepixie which u should check out, it's really good!!! ok bye:3
part one, part two
hi hi! pt.2 posted now:3
Four is better than five
Sully family x fem!sully reader
Summary: The eldest daughter of Jake and Neytiri finds out she may not be that special. w/c: 1765ish? a/n: hiii! hope you guys enjoy, please excuse any errors:3 I finished this while watching the boys, just started it actually and its pretty good! may follow up with a part 3 if this goes well havenât rlly decided yet:3.
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Twenty-one years after the second Great Sorrow, the Sky People descend upon Pandora. And this time, with a family seven strong, Jake Sully has far more to lose.
This story begins very shortly following the end of Avatar 1. Inspired by the work of just-another-idk. Go check out their series, âThe Eldest!âÂ
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The story of the Mangkwan clan spread fast across all of Pandora. By the end of the day, news of the eruption that decimated their entire rainforest, killing more than half of the clan and burying their culture under feet of magma and ash and soot, had reached the ears of every clan on the same hemisphere. Two eclipses later and the rest of the moon knew.
The eruption hadnât come out of nowhere. Even the nearby clans, the ones who had no territory in the rainforest, knew it was going to happen. The signs had been thereânot that Neytiri really ever was told what those âsignsâ were. The Mangkwan were right by the volcano. Their Tsahik and tiretu should have been well aware of the nature of it. They should have prepared, because if neighboring clans that had no stake in the matter were fully aware of what was going to happen, how had the Mangkwan themselves not known?
No.
There was no way they could not have known.
Theyâd known it was coming.
They had just chosen not to run.
Hubris was something the Naâvi attributed to the Sky People. Their arrogance and pride was what brought them to Pandora, what led them to believe they were owed the resources the moon had not offered them.
But they intentionally ignored the hubris that led to the Mangkwan clanâs⌠evolution.Â
The Tsahik did not survive it. When the volcano burst, when the rainforest and the Mangkwan Hometree was reduced to mere ash and soot, the Tsahik and the tiretu burned. The warriors and the hunters burned. The dancers and the singers and the weavers and painters and the childrenâoh, Eywa, so many children and babiesâburned. Even those without the physical scarring left by the scorching magma couldnât claim they were untouched by it all.Â
Some members of the clan fled the eruption. Most of the survivors did, at least. Uturu was granted without hesitation to all the refugees. The other clans all knew the story before they even arrived. Their arms were wide open. The assimilation was made easy.
Those who remained fared worse.
Hubris led to the Mangkwanâs change. It was the reason they stayed before the eruption. It was the reason Varang rose to control after it.Â
The red paint had always been a part of the Mangkwan culture. In the days before the eruption, it had been a mark of both pride and shame. Hunters and warriors bore the color to represent the blood they spilled to feed and protect their people. It showed their strength and the lives they had taken all the same. The pride was from doing the right thing. The shame came from the sins committed to do it.
Varang was not a huntress when the volcano took her way of lifeâshe would not have been Oloâeykte. She was not going to be Tsahik, eitherâshe was the second child of the Tsahik and her older sister was the Tsakarem. Perhaps that would have changed. Perhaps, when sheâd been older, she would have been able to hold a spear with her father or mix tonics with her mother and sister.Â
The future she could have had was painful to consider.
The timeline of events that led to Varang becoming the sole leader of the Mangkwan clan was unclear. The survivors who remained in the ashes of their Hometree were not storytellers. Those who left did not see when their faith failed. But the whispers of neighboring clans spread fast, and they were rather creative in their theories; that Varang had been the first to spread the seeds of doubt in Eywa, that she was the one who proposed that the Great Mother abandoned the Mangkwan, that she was the one to kill her sister and her father. The rumors were despicable. The rumors were plausible.
Whatever future Varang could have had, whatever power she could have held within her clan, it paled in comparison to what she did have now. She was Oloâeykte. She was Tsahik. She was irrefutable and all-powerful. And perhaps she had always possessed a penchant for violence. Perhaps she had always had sharper fangs than most. But the balance of the Mangkwan clan was demolished, and Varang spearheaded it.
Her infatuation with the volcanic power that killed their rainforest was a later development. That much was well understood. The devolvement of their faith was not a fast process. But Varang definitely sped it up when she got her hands on the Old Culture.Â
Most of the clans buried the Old Culture. It was violent. It was bloody. It was what caused so much strife between the clans before they realized a massive change in their ways was required to live without the chaos and pain.Â
But the warrior clansâthe ones who boasted the best hunters and killersâthey never really destroyed the information.Â
The Mangkwan clan was one such clan.
The traditions were muddled when Varang came across them. Details had been lost to time, leaving blank spaces she filled with her own ideals and fixation with flames and the burnt herbs she came across in her foraging trips. She had not been trained; she didnât take the right paths and instead discovered things her mother and the Tsahiks who had come before her knew not to trifle with. The power those plants had was too great. The tricks they played on the mind were dangerous. And when the fire touched them and the smoke infiltrated the already polluted air, the effects were lessened but wider spread and far more useful in the indoctrination of an entire clan.
Varang had struck gold.
At least, that was what Jake said as Moâat finished the story.Â
âSo sheâs drugging her people,â he had breathed, head buried in his hands, âinto submission. And⌠what? How does this have anything to do with our kid?â
Moâat sat, cross legged, in front of him and Neytiri, who was silent as could be. In Moâatâs lap lay Tarsem, his eyes closed and his brow relaxed with deep sleep. Moâatâs fingers trailed over his forehead and temples, pressing gently into the fascia to soothe him. It had taken the poor boy three hours to finally rest after the forty-two minutes Moâat spent stopping his kuru from bleeding. The story of the Mangkwan clan only came out once they were certain Tarsem had fallen into slumber.
âThe paint,â the Tsahik finally said. âTarsem was in a world of ash. And his skin bore the Mangkwan paint.â
Neytiri swallowed thickly and closed her eyes.Â
Jake exhaled heavily. âSo what does that mean?â He barked out a single burst of humorless, harsh laughter. âIs Eywa saying weâre going to be the next Ash People?â He gestured vaguely around them. âWe donât have a volcano.â
âMa Jake.â It was the first time Neytiri had spoken since the Tree. Her voice was soft, harsh, carrying a warningâdo not be insensitive.
Jake didnât care. âNo, no, explain it to me!â He stood. âMy daughter has been gone for more than a year. She canât be alive. She was a kid when she fell, she was mutilated, sheââ His voice broke and he closed his eyes, breathing deeply. âAnd now this. And what about the palulukan? Okay, what about that? I doubt the Mangkwan have those after their forest burned. So whatâs that supposed to mean?â
Moâat had no answer. The silence told Jake and Neytiri that much. It wasnât pleasant.
Jake swore. It was a human expletive, one neither Moâat nor Neytiri knew the meaning of. Grace hadnât been in the business of teaching the Naâvi children profanity.Â
âI-I donât get it,â Jake spat. He looked down at Tarsem, then back at Neytiri. âYou just⌠you pressured this kidââ
ââI did not pressureââ
ââinto connecting to the Tree for what?â he finished furiously. âNeytiri, he is a kid!â
âHe saw the same world Y/N did,â Neytiri insisted. Her voice was quiet, small. âI did not force him to do anything, Ma Jake.â
Moâatâs jaw clenched. âCoercion is still cruel.â
Neytiri looked away. âHe did not see Y/N. She is not with Eywa.â
âJesus,â Jake hissed, shaking his head. âNeytiri, baby, do you hear yourself right now?â
âY/N has to be aliveââ
âHis kuru was bleeding for almost an hour!â Jake snapped. âHeâs thirteen! Heâs a kid, heâs mourning his best friend!â
Neytiri shook her head. âY/N lives. She lives,â she said louder before her mate could argue. âShe lives, I tell you!â She stood too, now. âWhy?! Why will no one understand this?! Why will none of you understand that Eywa has shown it to me?! To us both?!â She gestured to Tarsem, who remained asleep. Her eyes stung but she refused to let any tears fall. âMy baby is alive and none of you believe me!â
Silence followed her cry. Neither Jake nor Moâat seemed to have anything to sayânothing that would lessen the tension that hung thick in the air.Â
âIâm gonna go check on the kids,â Jake finally whispered.
Neytiri closed her eyes. She had never felt such defeat before. Not when her sister fell. Not when her father fell. Not when Tsuâtey fell. Not with this level of intensity. Her sister and father had shared her blood and Tsuâtey had held a special place in her heart but this was her daughter, a perfect child she had labored for over the course of an entire year and then some. It held a different weight, a much greater weight.
And it ached.
She lowered herself to the ground as Jake left.
For a moment, the silence resumed.
âThere was a palulukan pair behaving strangely when Y/N fell.â
Neytiri didnât open her eyes when she heard her mother speak. She did not respond.
âThe male,â Moâat continued regardless, âwas shaking the leaves off of the trees. Making a path before his mate could tread upon it. Koâay tells me they have claimed the caves beneath the rookery.â
âWhy do you tell me this?â Neytiri croaked.
âTarsem saw a palulukan,â Moâat said simply. âPerhaps⌠perhaps it is a sign.â
âOf what?â
âI do not know.â Moâat peered down at Tarsem. âI do not claim to know all of Eywaâs plans. I can only interpret them the way I always have. But this is very new, maâite. Eywa never spoke to us this strangely before. I worry.â
Neytiri scoffed. âYou worry.â
Moâat was very quiet for a moment. âThe Mangkwan colors are disconcerting. We have not dealt with the clan in many years. We only took two of them in under uturu and they fell during the Great War. Their children know nothing of it, even.â She looked at her daughter. âKalkaâs mother. And Kishaâs mother.â
Neytiriâs head shot up. âThey are of Mangkwan blood?â
âThey do not know it.â
âThey do not act as though they do not know it.â
âMaâite.â
âSaânok.â
Moâat sighed deeply. Her fingers grazed Tarsemâs kuru. Even after the bleeding had come to end, it had taken a good bit of effort to clean the dried blood from the braid protecting Tarsemâs neural queue. Black hair hid dried blood well.Â
âWe have not dealt with the Mangkwan in many years,â she repeated gravely. âEywaâs warnings are not clear. But they are warnings all the same.â She met her daughterâs gaze. âMaâite. We will deal with the Mangkwan in the years to come.â
Neytiri did not address that. She had figured as much easily. Tarsem being painted like the Mangkwan could only really mean they would endure the Ash clanâs violence at some point in the future, ideally when the boy was a grown adult. Her mind went back to one thingâthe only thing that remained entirely unclear in Tarsemâs vision. âThe palulukan.â
âI do not know what it could meanââ
âDuring the battle,â Neytiri cut her off, âthe demon, Miles Quaritch, was attacking Jakeâs body. His Sky Person body.â
Moâat was quiet. Neytiri continued.
âI did not know how to get to him in time,â she breathed. âI did not have Saâata. Seze was gone.â She looked down at Tarsem. âI needed a steed. A bond. And one came to me.â
Moâat nodded slowly. âA palulukan. Yes. You were the firstââ
âSaânok,â Neytiri interrupted again, eyes widening. âI⌠I told Y/N of it. I never told her the full tale but she knew I was Palulukan Makto during the final battle. She knew it. And she clung to that story, Saânok.â She swallowed. âWhat if the palulukan is a sign?â
âOf?â
Neytiri wasnât sure how to put it into words. âShe wanted to be the best warrior in Omaticaya history.â
Moâat understood. But she remained silent, waiting for Neytiri to say it herself.
Neytiri took a shaky breath.
âWhat if the palulukan is a sign,â she whispered, âthat my daughter is already on that path?â
For a time, neither woman spoke. There were no real words to say, after all. Moâat had made it clear she was not convinced that Y/N had survived. Either the poor girl had died in the fall or she had not survived being alone in the wilderness without her parents; that was what Moâat believed. But Neytiriâs persistence was becoming detrimental in a way that ignoring it or brushing it off would only lead to more harm. Tarsem was already traumatized and injured. His spiritual connection with Eywa was slowly being severed and he was not alone.Â
But the palulukan? In all honesty, Moâat had no other explanation for its presence. It was out of place in the ashen forestâthey needed the moisture of the rainforests to survive. A palulukan would not survive in Mangkwan territory and yet Tarsem had seen one.Â
The uniltaron, the dream hunt, allowed members of the Omaticaya clan to envision their future path. The most common paths were that of the ikran or the pali or even the syaksyuk. Neytiri had been Palulukan Makto for a time, and yet she had been presented with the path of the nantang. It meant she would grow to be family-oriented. Fiercely protective. Undyingly loyal. Capable of great violence when the ones she loved were put in harmâs way.
Moâat had not had a member of the Omaticaya clan claim they had seen a palulukan in their uniltaron before. It simply did not happen. But Moâat knew what it meant:
The palulukan were volatile. Their prides were not as tightly interwoven as nantang packsâloyalty was only guaranteed within family units and even then there was potential for great violence. They were among the only fauna on Pandora who played with their food. They were precise, excellent hunters, but they had a capacity for intelligent cruelty. They were beautiful and dangerous and no Naâvi with a functioning brain would dare go against them, even armed.
If the palulukan in Tarsemâs vision was meant to represent Y/N, Moâat was deeply worried.
âThe path of the palulukan is a weary one,â she whispered. âI see your mind, maâite.â She shut her eyes. âBut I pray you are wrong. Not for your sake. For your daughterâs.â
Neytiri swallowed the lump in her throat. âIf my child walks the path of the palulukan, I will stand with her.â
Moâat opened her eyes and peered at her daughter.
âYou want to,â she agreed. âBut will Eywa?â
For a second, Neytiri considered the question.
âSaânok,â she finally decided. âI do not care what Eywa wants. Not when it comes to my children.â
Before Moâat could say anything more, Neytiri stood and marched towards the Sully family marui, the conversation weighing her shoulders down.
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Four is better than five
Summary: The eldest daughter of Jake and Neytiri finds out she may not be that special.
w/c: 652
a/n: Hi hi! sorry for the mini hiatus, some things came up! Currently working on Bestfriend!Ao'nung hcs, but for now this is a small draft I made for either a small mini series or one shot I want to do, partly inspired by 'Polished Fangs' by @heynyxiepixie which u should check out, it's really good!!! ok bye:3
perhaps iâll make a pt 2đââď¸
Meeting Bestfriend!Ao'nung hcs!
Ao'nung x fem!sully reader
w/c:1661
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who you can already tell had an immediate dislike for you and your family when you first landed in Awaâatlu. His face scrunched up in something akin to disgust as his mother publicly displayed the hands of kiri, making a show on how you guys lacked the normal naâvi anatomy. His hands poking and prodding at your tail, finding it amusing how much thinner you all are.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who threw his head back with a loud groan, immediately protesting once his father put you and your siblings in the care of him and his sister. The two of them tasked to show you the ways of the Metkayina.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who finds any chance he can to pick on you and your siblingsâWhether it's because you're having trouble holding your breath as long as he can, or how your different build makes it harder to swim as gracefully and fluidly as him. No matter what it is, he's always there, snickering with a big, stupid smirk on his face.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who you end up beating the shit out of one day. All the pent up aggression and irritation from the insults and bullying finally spilling over once you hear news of him leaving Loâak stranded beyond the reef. You make quick strides towards the boy, roughly grasping his shoulder to turn him before colliding your fist with his face. âYouâyou asshole!â Came tumbling past your lips, not giving him any time to recover as you tackled him to the ground. Repeatedly punching and scratching at him, even going so far as to bite himâsinking your teeth into his shoulder.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who you find later that evening. Brows pinched together as you make your way to stand in front of him. âIâm sorry.â You mumbled reluctantly, arms crossed over your chest. "I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that." He responded teasingly, smirking as he saw you grow increasingly more irritated, your tail lashing in agitation. "I said I'm sorry...for absolutely kicking your ass." You retorted, lips quirking with a smirk of your own, a quiet laugh slipping from your lips as his own face contorted into one of irritation, eyes narrowing at you in frustration. âNice black eye loser.â Â
Bestfriend!Ao'nung Who finds himself laughing at your words, the two of you going back and forth, bickering but there's no real heat behind it anymore. The irritation and anger the both of you felt dissipating into something more calmer, and lighterâsomething almost natural.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who ends up apologizing to you as well. The two of you are sitting side by side on the docks, feet dangling above the water. âIâm sorry tooâ He muttered quietly, hands fiddling with his arm band, avoiding eye contact. âIt's okâŚi guess.â You shrugged, nudging him with your elbow. âWeâre cool?â His eyes drifted down to where you held your hand out, staring for a second before he grasped it with his own, giving it a firm shake. âYea, weâre cool.âÂ
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who you find yourself hanging out with more, outside of your usual training. Neteyam was usually on his own or trying to make sure Loâak wasn't up to no good. Lo'ak, kiri and Tuk usually spent their time with Tsireyaâwhich almost always left you to spend time with Aoânung. You and him often found walking near the beach, talking about anything and everything. Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who you unexpectedly become close with. The two of you have a lot in common, more than you expected. Often confiding in one another about the struggles and expectations of being the eldest child of mighty warriors. Having to be the strongest and someone your parents and siblings can depend on.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who teaches you things other than swimming and breathing techniques. Teaching you how to properly use a spear, how to catch fish with it. Tryingâand failing miserablyâ to teach you how to make the local dishes with the fish you two have caught. Your face scrunching up at the burnt smell of fish, laughing at him as he tries to put out the fire. âShit! This was not how itâs supposed to turn out.â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who takes you riding on his ilu. Your arms tightly wrapped around his waist as he dived into the water. Your eyes practically sparkling at the beauty of the reefs. He turns slightly to watch you out of the corner of his eye, feeling his heartbeat speed up at the look of awe on your face.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who lets you braid his hair. The two of you sat in the middle of a small, quiet cove you found, your fingers moving through his hair with quiet precision. âOuch!â He hissed out at a particular harsh tug of your fingers in his hair. âOh quit crying you baby, I'm almost done.âÂ
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who comforts you during your loss of Neteyam. The male holding you tightly in his arms as you wept against his shoulder. Body wracking with sobs as you cried and cried about the loss of your little brother. âIt should've been me!â You whisper, taking shaky breaths as your mind continues to replay the events over and over in your mind.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who does everything in his power to help you feel better, anything to see you smile again. Dragging you out of your family's marui to either collect shells, ride ilu together or just talk like you used toâanything to have you smile and laugh with him again. And when you finally do, he realized heâd do anything to see you happy.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who realizes he's caught feelings for you. The realization dawned on him when he would spend days with you, trying his best to get you to smile after Neteyamâs passing. He started to notice how much he would look for you, eager to spend time with you, no matter what the two of you were doing. How heâd noticed the little stuff about you, especially the small changes in your behavior when something either upset you or excited you. How heâd go out of his way for you time and attention, making it a point to always have you focus on him and only him. Or how his heart would always speed up at the sight of you, feeling slightly nervous near your presence.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who decides he wants to confess and properly court you. Wanting to do things the right way. Even going so far as to ask for your fatherâs approval. âI would like to properly court (y/n) pleaseâŚsirâ He tried to look strong, be brave like a warrior. Posture straight as he did his very best to look your father in the eye. Jake had an incredulous look on his face, eyes narrowed on Aoânung. âYou want to do what?â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who, after eventually getting Jakeâs approval, makes a plan to confess to you on the beach. Spending time picking the prettiest flowers of Awaâatlu and scavenging for beads, shells and rocks to make you a small bracelet. A small token to give you.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who never got the chance to confess. Disaster struck as the sounds of warriors shouting could be heard, rushing to the shore with weapons drawn. âWhatâs happening?â You ask someone running past the two of you. âThe sky demons have returnedâ You turn to Aoânung, expression hardening. "I have to go, now.â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who looks for you in the middle of battle. His eyes skim through the chaos, eager to catch a glimpse of you. He coughs as smoke fills his lungs, preparing to give up until his eyes finally catch you. You're yelling somethingâfrancticallyâfeet thumping against the ground as you run at him. âAoânung, look out!â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who watches you with wide eyes as you shove him out the way. The sound of gunshots blaring rang in his ears as he watched you fall to the ground with a harsh âthudâ His hands shakily grasped his bow, quickly turning and aiming it at the perpetrator before shooting him, watching as his body fell to the groundâthe same way yours did.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who drops to his knees beside you. Hands quickly come up to press against the wound in your chest. âStupid! Stupid!â He cursed you under his breath, feeling the sticky warmth of your blood pool out, staining his fingers.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who felt tears brim his eyes, watching as you lifted a weak hand, placing it over his own hand that held you. â I couldnât save NeteyamâŚbut at least I can save you.â You murmured quietly, feeling the last of your strength leave your body. Aoânung watches as your eyes finally flutter shut, body going completely still before he lets out a broken cry.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who mourns you. The battle has since then passed, leaving the reef and those who inhabited it with a heavy feeling settled in the pit of their stomachs. Aoânung stood near his sister Tsireya, white paint streaked up and down his body. He watched silently as your parents carried you towards the center. The loud cries of your mother echoed through the air, reminding him of the time he stood here with you, arms firmly wrapped around your body as you all put your brother to rest.Â
Bestfriend!Aoânung Who can't help but let his tears fall at the sight of you, all curled up and dressed in your prettiest attire. His hands clenched harshly against the bracelet he was supposed to give you that fateful day, the shells and rocks roughly digging into his palm. He watched with teary eyes as your parents pushed you under the water, sending you back to the great mother. The sea gave you to him, brought you from miles away. It let him know you, let him grow feelings for you, showed him happiness. Just for it to rip you away and take you back.
Four is better than five
Summary: The eldest daughter of Jake and Neytiri finds out she may not be that special.
w/c: 652
a/n: Hi hi! sorry for the mini hiatus, some things came up! Currently working on Bestfriend!Ao'nung hcs, but for now this is a small draft I made for either a small mini series or one shot I want to do, partly inspired by 'Polished Fangs' by @heynyxiepixie which u should check out, it's really good!!! ok bye:3
Four is better than five
Sully family x fem!sully reader
Summary: The eldest daughter of Jake and Neytiri finds out she may not be that special. w/c: 652 a/n: Hi hi! sorry for the mini hiatus, some things came up! Currently working on Bestfriend!Ao'nung hcs, but for now this is a small draft I made for either a small mini series or one shot I want to do, partly inspired by 'Polished Fangs' by @heynyxiepixie which u should check out, it's really good!!! ok bye:3
part one, part two, part three

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Meeting Bestfriend!Neteyam hcs!
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Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you see one day whilst walking with your mother to wash some fruits. The soft sound of a 'thud' and an excited yip could be heard before you turned your head, eyes squinting through the thick shrubs to spot the boy doing some target practice.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you stop in your tracks to watch silently. Eyes staring in awe as he manages to hit another and another and another target. "Wow." You mumbled, barely above a whisper before your mother pulled you from your daze, urging you to pick up the pace.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you frequently come to watch practice ever since that day. All starry eyed as you'd watch him hit targets with skillful precision that no 8-year-old should have. Sometimes you'd even bring your own bow, mimicking his actions and daydreaming about being a strong warrior.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who ends up spotting you one day. His head whips around at the sound of a crash, bow pointing in the direction ready to shoot untilâhe sees you. Youâre lying down in the bushes, face burning in embarrassment as you lift a hand to wave awkwardly, "Uhâhi?"Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who stares at you completely dumbfounded. Blinking slowly as he lowered his bow. "Were you...Were you spying on me?", "Was not!" You quickly retort, huffing before pulling yourself off the ground, dusting off any dirt or leaves clinging to your body.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who watches you in slight confusion, eyes drifting to your bow before back towards your face. "You're starting to shoot as well?" He gestures to your bow. "Trying to...I'm not so good at it like you." You reply with a small shrug, head down looking at the makeshift bow in your hands. "Want to practice with me?" Your head whips up, eyes wide before nodding rapidly in excitement with a smile.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you'd always meet up with for practice. The slightly older male makes it his goal to help you become a good archer. The two of you spending hours going over your stance and how to properly aim. "You have to stand like thisâno, no, move your feet apart more....there you go!" He stands beside you, guiding you through the motions on getting a good shot, hands softly adjusting your grip on the bow.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who finds himself starting to enjoy your time together, his whole body humming with excitement when it gets closer to the time you guys meet. Always looking forward to seeing that giddy smile on your face when you manage to land a good shot.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you start to spend time with outside of practice. Always having you stuck to his side like glue, mouth rambling on and on about the latest gossip you seemed to have gathered from listening in your mother's conversations.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who always seeks you out in the middle of festivals and celebrations. Wishing to indulge in such excitement and festivities with his closest friendâyou. The two of you often found in the middle of the dances, yipping and hollering, feet stomping to the rapid beating of the drums. The sound of your bright laughter and wide smile causing a strange feeling to swell in his chest.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you play with in the river near camp. The both of you splashing each other, laughter ringing in the air as you two compete in friendly competitions of seeing who can catch a fish with your bare hands.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you grow older with. The two of you both begin to hunt with the older naâvi, sharpening your skills as a warrior shortly before successfully completing your iknimaya together. Celebrating the big milestone by flying your ikran together. The bond between you two grows stronger and stronger everyday, and somewhere in between you can't help but feel the lines blur between friendly admiration and infatuation.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who, as the years go by, you find yourself growing more and more attracted to. The boy unknowingly carving a place into your heart. He's always been kind and caring, attentive to youâhis best friend, making your heart beat furiously in your chest. And Eywa, has he gotten so attractive, the countless hours spent training aiding in toning up his body. His face grew more matureâhandsome, his features more sharper now.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who youâve fallen in love with. You want to tell him, to confess, but the idea of him not returning your feelings kept you up at night. Stomach churning at the thought of being rejected by the closest person to you.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you end up ignoring for the whole day, practically drowning in your mind as you debate over the whole situation. You've seen how many girls threw themselves at Neteyam, the boy growing quite popular as you two got older, and you couldn't decide whether to just sit back and watch or take a chance and confess.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you decide to confess to that evening at the place you two met. Dragging him through the wooded area until you stumbled upon the place where everything had begun. You take a deep breath before speaking, âThere's something I need to tell you.â His eyes widen slightly at the seriousness of your tone, slightly nodding his head before he responds. âI need to tell you something too.âÂ
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you never end up confessing to, deciding to bottle your feelings once he told you of his father's decision for them to leave the forest, in fear of bringing danger to the people. Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you cried into his shoulder, his arms wrapping you in a firm hug, "I'm so sorry, I didn't want to leave you.â He murmurs, jaw clenching at the sound of your cries.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you watch fly away on his ikran the next day, the two of you locking eyes before he disappeared into the clouds, going away to distant lands you could only dream of. You'd had given him a bracelet, a small flimsy thing you managed to put together last minute to give him before he left, something to take with him, a small reminder of you.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you spend the next few months thinking about, the male a constant thought in your mind. Trying to act all is normal while a piece of you is missing. You spend hours near the tree of souls, praying Eywa to bring him back to youâto give you your best friend back.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you didn't expect to see when visiting your late grandmother through Eywa. Your knees buckling as tears well in your eyes at the sight of your best friend. âMaâ Teyam?â The words come out soft and broken, your stomach sinking as you wobble your way to him.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you crash into. Sobs wracking your body as you hold onto him tightly. âShhh do not cry.â He does his best to comfort you, but it does little to alleviate the heavy feeling settling in her heart. Knowing you'd never be able to truly see him again, to share laughter and make new memories. Yes, you constantly prayedâbegged and pleadedâfor the great mother to bring him back home to you, but not like this.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you'll never be able to see outside of Eywa, ever again.
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Meeting Bestfriend!Neteyam hcs!
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Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you see one day whilst walking with your mother to wash some fruits. The soft sound of a 'thud' and an excited yip could be heard before you turned your head, eyes squinting through the thick shrubs to spot the boy doing some target practice.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you stop in your tracks to watch silently. Eyes staring in awe as he manages to hit another and another and another target. "Wow." You mumbled, barely above a whisper before your mother pulled you from your daze, urging you to pick up the pace.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you frequently come to watch practice ever since that day. All starry eyed as you'd watch him hit targets with skillful precision that no 8-year-old should have. Sometimes you'd even bring your own bow, mimicking his actions and daydreaming about being a strong warrior.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who ends up spotting you one day. His head whips around at the sound of a crash, bow pointing in the direction ready to shoot untilâhe sees you. Youâre lying down in the bushes, face burning in embarrassment as you lift a hand to wave awkwardly, "Uhâhi?"Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who stares at you completely dumbfounded. Blinking slowly as he lowered his bow. "Were you...Were you spying on me?", "Was not!" You quickly retort, huffing before pulling yourself off the ground, dusting off any dirt or leaves clinging to your body.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who watches you in slight confusion, eyes drifting to your bow before back towards your face. "You're starting to shoot as well?" He gestures to your bow. "Trying to...I'm not so good at it like you." You reply with a small shrug, head down looking at the makeshift bow in your hands. "Want to practice with me?" Your head whips up, eyes wide before nodding rapidly in excitement with a smile.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you'd always meet up with for practice. The slightly older male makes it his goal to help you become a good archer. The two of you spending hours going over your stance and how to properly aim. "You have to stand like thisâno, no, move your feet apart more....there you go!" He stands beside you, guiding you through the motions on getting a good shot, hands softly adjusting your grip on the bow.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who finds himself starting to enjoy your time together, his whole body humming with excitement when it gets closer to the time you guys meet. Always looking forward to seeing that giddy smile on your face when you manage to land a good shot.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you start to spend time with outside of practice. Always having you stuck to his side like glue, mouth rambling on and on about the latest gossip you seemed to have gathered from listening in your mother's conversations.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who always seeks you out in the middle of festivals and celebrations. Wishing to indulge in such excitement and festivities with his closest friendâyou. The two of you often found in the middle of the dances, yipping and hollering, feet stomping to the rapid beating of the drums. The sound of your bright laughter and wide smile causing a strange feeling to swell in his chest.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you play with in the river near camp. The both of you splashing each other, laughter ringing in the air as you two compete in friendly competitions of seeing who can catch a fish with your bare hands.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you grow older with. The two of you both begin to hunt with the older naâvi, sharpening your skills as a warrior shortly before successfully completing your iknimaya together. Celebrating the big milestone by flying your ikran together. The bond between you two grows stronger and stronger everyday, and somewhere in between you can't help but feel the lines blur between friendly admiration and infatuation.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who, as the years go by, you find yourself growing more and more attracted to. The boy unknowingly carving a place into your heart. He's always been kind and caring, attentive to youâhis best friend, making your heart beat furiously in your chest. And Eywa, has he gotten so attractive, the countless hours spent training aiding in toning up his body. His face grew more matureâhandsome, his features more sharper now.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who youâve fallen in love with. You want to tell him, to confess, but the idea of him not returning your feelings kept you up at night. Stomach churning at the thought of being rejected by the closest person to you.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you end up ignoring for the whole day, practically drowning in your mind as you debate over the whole situation. You've seen how many girls threw themselves at Neteyam, the boy growing quite popular as you two got older, and you couldn't decide whether to just sit back and watch or take a chance and confess.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you decide to confess to that evening at the place you two met. Dragging him through the wooded area until you stumbled upon the place where everything had begun. You take a deep breath before speaking, âThere's something I need to tell you.â His eyes widen slightly at the seriousness of your tone, slightly nodding his head before he responds. âI need to tell you something too.âÂ
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you never end up confessing to, deciding to bottle your feelings once he told you of his father's decision for them to leave the forest, in fear of bringing danger to the people. Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you cried into his shoulder, his arms wrapping you in a firm hug, "I'm so sorry, I didn't want to leave you.â He murmurs, jaw clenching at the sound of your cries.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you watch fly away on his ikran the next day, the two of you locking eyes before he disappeared into the clouds, going away to distant lands you could only dream of. You'd had given him a bracelet, a small flimsy thing you managed to put together last minute to give him before he left, something to take with him, a small reminder of you.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you spend the next few months thinking about, the male a constant thought in your mind. Trying to act all is normal while a piece of you is missing. You spend hours near the tree of souls, praying Eywa to bring him back to youâto give you your best friend back.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you didn't expect to see when visiting your late grandmother through Eywa. Your knees buckling as tears well in your eyes at the sight of your best friend. âMaâ Teyam?â The words come out soft and broken, your stomach sinking as you wobble your way to him.Â
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you crash into. Sobs wracking your body as you hold onto him tightly. âShhh do not cry.â He does his best to comfort you, but it does little to alleviate the heavy feeling settling in her heart. Knowing you'd never be able to truly see him again, to share laughter and make new memories. Yes, you constantly prayedâbegged and pleadedâfor the great mother to bring him back home to you, but not like this.
Bestfriend!Neteyam Who you'll never be able to see outside of Eywa, ever again.
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