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jake x neytiri x reader

series:

My Heart Never Knows

oneshots:

Drink Your Poison (I’ll Kiss it Out)

headcannons:

Jake and Neytiri with a Human!Fem!Reader on her Period

Jake and Neytiri with a Human!Fem!Reader in the Lab

Sully Family x Human!Short!Fem!Reader

Sully Family x Human!Fem!Reader (Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Kiri Being Protective of their Mama)

PLATONIC FICS ARE SO UNDERRATED I LOVE THEM

Ayo can I request a platonic 1610 miles x older fem reader. Like she acts like an older sister to him and she visits him in his dimension. Bonus if his parents love her.

Dynamic Duo

1610 Miles x Platonic fem! reader

Synopsis! Miles never really cared for having another sibling until he met you

MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff, just fluff.

Warnings: mentions of dead sibling, foul language

Word count: .7k

Authors comment: THIS WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER IM CRYING. Two posts about Miles in one cause why not? ENJOY <3

Do not copy! All rights reserved to axeoverblade

•when you first met Miles you two clicked immediately

•He reminded you of your late little brother

•even though it made you sad at first to be around Miles cause of the nostalgia of it, you grew extremely fond of him over time and vise versa

• Bad habit of calling him youngin and he gets SO PISSED

• “what’s good youngin” “I’m not even that young shut the hell up”

• would get in trouble often with Miguel because you two “weren’t using your watches properly”

•apparently traveling dimensions to have ice cream together was against the rules

•still did it anyway

• he tells his mom about his friend “who left town” who was like his big sister and indirectly how much he admired you

•he would never ever tell a soul he looked up to you even though it was very obvious

•like bro legit mimics half the things you do unconsciously

•You notice it but don’t say anything

• you are so unconsciously over protective

• like you sometimes forget he’s a spiderman too

• he does the most stupidest things to impress you like a younger sibling does

• “Hey y/n look!” *cue Miles hanging upside down from a bridge doing stupid dangerous poses* “Miles! Get the hell down before you kill yourself” “But ’s cool right?” “…that’s besides the point”

•INSIDE JOKES!!!!

•or just those understanding looks you two give each other when you both see something stupid

• randomly pop up in his dimension to surprise him

• you two swing around the city together for the fun of it

•He rants to you constantly about his home life, finally feels safe enough to speak about everything that’s going on and how he feels to someone

•calls you when he has anxiety attacks. even though he would never outright say he’s having them, you know

• call it big sister senses

• always change the subject to something you know calms him and suddenly he’s laughing telling you about something that happened a couple of days ago when he was on duty

•Makes you happy he has an outlet he feels safe talking to because you know he can't do that with anyone else.

•HE STEALS ALL YOUR THINGS

• “yah so then-is that my jacket?” “…noooo?” “Miles I swear I'll kill you that’s like the fifth one this month”

• Always wants to be around you

•like lil bro is always just around trying to hang out with you or go on your missions when he can cause he thinks it’s cool to see you in action

• he even copies your moves for when he fights villains

• You finally met his parents

• at first they were very skeptical of you but after seeing how you two interact they grow very fond of you

•asks you to visit more often and cook for you whenever you do come

•you three talk about Miles whenever you think he’s not listening (he is) and how proud you are

•both you and his parents get on his ass about random stupid things he does

•legit tag team him all the time and there’s nothing he can do

•you visit so much you have a little bag of things in his room for when you come over

• you have your own personal relationship with his parents. They see you as one of their own and you see them like a second pair of parents

• they have their own nickname for you

• you are so close they add you to the family gc

• you and Miles bicker all the time about the stupidest things

• “shut up that’s why I’m the favorite kid” “you’re not even their kid!” “Your just proving my point further”

•you act like a real siblings. Like you would give your kidney for him but if he asks to borrow your charger? Hell nah

• overall he genuinely loves you and really appreciates you and you can say for the same for him

•will always be there for each other just like real siblings because in a way, you two are and always will be

hashbrown mood

I ! Feels like we had matching wounds, but mine's still black and bruised (and yours is perfectly fine now.)

✎ Synopsis ! You've been thrusted to carry the burden of the eldest after his passing.

Content & warning: Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader. Mentions of death and violence! Purely angst, at least for this chapter. Neteyam dies in the forest (the scene were quaritch first holds everyone hostage) I will not be following his storyline, because that's for you to take 🫵🫵🫵 buckle up.

Song: The Exit, Conan Gray.

You stay with the ikrans. 

Neteyam stepped forward without hesitation, stomach in knots with anxiety. “Father, I’m a warrior. I’m supposed to fight.” 

“I need you here,” he cut through his attempt to follow, nostrils flaring and jaw locked. There was no room for negotiation with the authority that laced his tone. “I need you to listen when I say you stay here.” he jabbed his finger on his chest, sealing him stiffly on the spot. The seconds seemed to hang in the air like lead weights, and any moment lost was an opportunity for danger to strike– he could only thin his lips and sharply nod.

“I mean it, Neteyam.” 

Such a simple ask of his father could have spared him from the rage of war, but how could you not expect the eldest to fight when his very siblings were in danger? Jake should have known better than to trust the empty ‘yes sir’ off his son’s lips– a warrior born out of his own teachings. You couldn’t blame him for following suit the second his parents were out of sight and into the wild.

How did it get to this? Jake’s thoughts would drift every painful step he took further. He knew it was in Lo’ak’s nature to be so reckless, hell, he took after his father himself– but before him, Kiri, or Tuk, it was just you and Neteyam. 

He remembered feeling ecstasy tremble down his whole body when he first cradled Neteyam. The moment the olo’eyktan had presented him to the clan, carrying him for everyone to see, he couldn’t see his son himself with the unshed tears blurring his vision. A part of him was relieved that he took after his mother, thinking it would have been a handful dealing with another Jake– but perhaps it was just a ploy; a first born’s excellence that they soon yearned for another.  

Then you came, another splitting image of Neytiri. The people often mistook you and Neteyam for twins and she’d reveled in the praises you both would get. You were her first daughter— right from the ear-splitting cries you let out the moment you were out of your mother’s womb to the battle cries you had worked on earlier in years, mimicked from Neytiri herself, she always swelled in pride. Unlike the eldest’s reserved composure, you were the opposite; curious and buoyant, yet still as shy and collected. 

It was different with Jake; he was new to this— absolutely clueless and terrified. After you came, the jolt wasn’t similar to Neteyam’s;  you were also his first babygirl. He wondered if he held you correctly, if the natural strictness he had with his son was fitting for you– oh Eywa, he definitely had to relearn weaving with Neytiri. The profound hesitation when it came to you was nerve-wracking, but the way your little hand would make its way around your father’s finger every time would ease the tight crease between his eyebrows, almost like you knew his very troubles. 

You were the kindest, most sweetest child– a daddy’s girl, much to Neytiri’s complaints. 

“Neteyam, scooch!” You yelled in a whisper, trying to desperately hide yourself in thick leaves and bushes. He couldn’t stifle his little giggles either, hearts pumping wildly in anticipation of your father. “Once he comes, remember to run left, alright?” 

He nodded sharply. His face coated in mud in the guise of war paint that you drew yourself. Yours were drawn lousily, the strokes shaky and a mess. 

Fee-fi-fo-fum, he chanted thickly, growing deeper and louder every stomp! The children could see him between the gaps— hands clawed and raised, stance menacing. You can run but you can’t hide! 

Both of you shrunk in suspense, eager to best your father in playtime. 

Then it was silent. Too silent. Your ears lifted curiously, eyes scanning the area only to be greeted by your father parting the leaves and surprising you both. You squealed a run and bolted to the right. Not even a second later, you heard the own panting of your twin beside you. You stared at him incredulously, legs faltering a bit, “Neteyam, I told you to go left!”

“This is left!” 

“No, I’m right—! This is right, you skxawng!” 

Amidst your silly bickering, Jake cunningly captured Neteyam, grabbing him from the armpits and hoisting him up high into the air. You could hear your brother’s laughter growing louder as Jake blew raspberries on his stomach, pretend-eating him with loud munches– his toothless bites making the younger’s giddiness double in size. You shrieked and sprinted faster, making a beeline to a different direction. This monster’s more unmerciful than you thought! With a determined look, you stopped behind a tree. I have to save Neteyam!

“One down and another to go!” You heard your father roar again, your brother giggling as he trailed along his heavy steps. 

You threw a rock as hard as you can, shifting Jake’s attention to the noise, and before he knew it, you came running towards him, thick long vine in your hands as you lousily tied it around your father’s ankles. Neteyam shouts in victory, trying to tighten the bind. Jake could only stifle a laugh at the scene, trying not to soil the satisfaction that was evident in your smug smile. He dropped to the floor, “Oh no! You got me!”

“Toruk Makto my ass!” You got on top of him, slapping his chest down with your little hands. Jake shouts a ‘hey’ at your language, which you only sheepishly giggled in return. Neteyam parrots from behind, still holding onto his legs. 

“We’re Toruk Makto now!” 

The memory would have easily put a smile on his face– ease his heart even a little bit, but the severity of the situation pulled him back and immediately, he was back in marine-mode, hands gripping onto the gun tightly. The moment they saw distress among the group with the green gas enveloping where his children were, they made a move.

The dreamwalkers felt a searing burn in their nostrils as the dense gas engulfed the area, the pain shooting up their visions. Your captor had a vice-like grip on you, dragging your body with him as you watched the others scramble in distress. He tugged painfully on your hair, forcing you to hiss and jab your nails into any exposed skin you could claw on. A headache throbbed at the back of your skull like an incessant drumbeat; you needed to think fast. With a sprained ankle, you knew you couldn’t get far.

Before you could even muster enough breath to scream for help, an arrow hit the avatar straight in the nape and dropped to the ground dead. You limped backwards, seeking an escape route, when suddenly someone grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against the rough tree bark. You body trembled, hitting whoever it was on their chest in an attempt to break free. But all efforts were futile as they held onto you tightly, shaking you vigorously.

“Sis, it’s me– you’re safe,” His hands traveled around your body to check for any serious wounds. The sound of his voice brought a sense of relief over you; your brother's caring demeanor enough to make you feel at ease and secure. Your face softens, “Are you hurt anywhere?” Neteyam anxiously asked, trying to get a hold of you.

“Ankle,” You exhaled, feeling the sharp pain shoot up again, “I sprained my ankle.” 

He looked around, making out a path to safety. When he manages to form a plan inside his mind, he carries you like a princess, arms securely around your waist and under your legs. Neteyam ran face-first into the battlefield, making sharp turns whenever necessary to evade any incoming bullets. With no bows or means of retaliation, you were both defenseless. You could only grab tighter as your heart hammered tightly on your throat.

“Na’vi!” Neteyam stops dead in his tracks, an expression akin to a deer caught in headlights. 

“Please, we just want to go home” Neteyam begged, his voice barely higher than a whisper. The light of the eclipse illuminated his features, and he instinctively pulled you closer to him as he took a few steps back. You could feel his exhaustion both physically and emotionally; a weariness that seemed so out of place on such a young soul. Everywhere around you was utter stillness- you couldn’t breathe, the tension in the air heavy and stifling.

“I’m sorry,” And before your brother could grab the dagger tucked to his loincloth, the avatar fired her gun towards you both as Neteyam thrashed in panic, throwing your beaten body to the side as he rolled off somewhere. The dreamwalker quickly towers over you and you could only close your eyes shut, waiting for cruel death. In a blink of an eye, her body drops dead and Lo’ak immediately rushes to your aid. 

Only then did you feel the searing pain in your leg, the sensation of a bullet wound as hot blood slowly oozed out. It was nauseating, the smell of iron and the redness of it. Your eyes widened in realization as you clung to your younger brother, “Neteyam! Did you find Neteyam?”

Lo'ak hurriedly hoisted you up and with sheer adrenaline, you limped to the other side, searching for your brother. Your eyes darted to his body, stiffly lying on the grass and breathing shallowly. You couldn't bear to look at the blood that stained his abdomen; it was a sight you wish to never see, ever.

“Oh, Neteyam,” You shakily put pressure on the bullet wound, only for him to violently grab both of your wrists and desperately claw at it. You could only scream aloud as the blood spilled out more and more as he writhed and struggled. “I know, I know, I know, I know– please, please just stay still.” Your words came out as a disgusting croaking slur, tears unable to keep themselves at bay. 

“__, I don’t want to die yet.” He cried out as you tried to keep your hold firm, “Father—father had asked me to stay, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stay there and wait. I.. I don’t want to see his face when he realizes I didn’t listen-- that I failed him again. __ save me, please.”

He said hurriedly, breathing heavily every word. Save Neteyam, save Neteyam.

His jaw clenched violently, spit bubbling the corners of his mouth as he grabbed onto you tightly. The noises he let out had tugged on your every heart string, snapping it over and over. He struggled in your arms, pupils blown wide and teary. “Please great mother, not my brother, not like this– Lo’ak help me!” Your head sharply turned to his unmoving figure, eyes darted to you and Neteyam. You cradled him close, not minding the crimson cot coating your own body.

You were unable to think and you had your own wounds that needed to be tended to, but you couldn’t be bothered to put him down– to accept his already fleeting breath would soon be none. You kissed his temple, rocking his body. “I’m here, I’m here Neteyam.”

“I don’t want to die,” his eyes averted to the incoming figure behind you and he drew a harsher inhale. your father had pushed you aside to aid Neteyam, immediately checking for an exit wound. He was met with a loud cry, squirming uncontrollably from Jake’s sharp movements. When he saw blood gushing out the same on the back, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he let out a sob.

Jake put pressure on it nonetheless. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“Sir, I’m sorry,” His words slurred together desperately, reducing to nothing but whimpers. Your lungs deny you of any more air as you watched him struggle— even in the brink of death, he had the need to apologize. Apologize for things that wasn’t even his fault, for things that was beyond his control. You kneeled just behind your father, gaze moving between Neteyam’s body and your bloodied palms. “I’m s-sorry, please don’t be mad.”

How he addressed Jake had only weakened his already beaten heart. “Save your breath, son, please.”

Everything seems to remain still for a minute, then came the shriek of your mother. You stayed there, almost lifeless yourself. You didn’t wanna see; didn’t wanna see how Neteyam’s body is limp under your father’s hold— how his eyes falls crestfallen and void of any emotion. Your siblings watch as Neytiri litters her first born with kisses, how she embraces every skin she can touch closer to her. “Not my son, eywa please.”

Eywa had granted him rest in its worst kind.

–

When he died, the same bullets went through you and it remained situated there, gnawing your insides and pounding it to mush, eating everything it can and rotting your entirety to an ugly void of a shell. It was getting heavier; his body soundly resting above the delicately woven cloth, carried by his mourning family. You could feel your feet sinking down the very soil you stepped on and you visibly faltered every move. 

His cold hand gripping tightly around your wrist, his blood drawn between the lines of your palms— your soul was left to relive that night in a loop, scream bellowing until nothing was let out but breathy weeps of what was left of you. 

It was bound to happen; death loomed and you dare played with it nonetheless. You should have known better than to let Lo'ak wander, let alone join him.

You stopped walking, changing everyone's solemn looks to a confused one. “Father, I can’t do it.” You whispered.

He remained tight-lipped, staring at you solidly that you could hardly decipher his expression. Jake was never one for emotions; it was as if he was programmed to tuck everything that made him feel under a gun's trigger– it was the soldier in him, finding it easier to be calm with a weapon nearby, but right now he was absolutely defenseless; stripped bare and vulnerable and he hated every moment of it; resented the fact that he failed protecting everyone, not just as clan leader, but as a father too. The latter weighed more than anything else. It dulled him to dysfunction and he could barely breathe– could barely recognize his daughter in front of him.

You took his stare differently, a cold-shoulder. Before Neytiri could approach your figure, you ran; away from the voices and guilt, away from him. Neteyam’s blood burns brightly on your very hands and you’ve swallowed down the blame, forever residing within you. 

You buried something so alive and you feared it would never let you rest.

☆ mauve here! i now introduce a new series of mine that i am so excited to work on. (i know i said i'd be inactive, but i couldn't help but finish this one draft) neteyam's dying scene is heavily inspired by the game, the last of us! this feels rushed, but i needed an opening to start the series so rest assured, there would be lengthier pieces after. criticisms are welcome. feel free to point out any mistakes. mauve out >:]

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Miguel falling in love with a former black widow. 

summary: meet cute + extra headcannons

requested: yes! (woo!!)

pairing: miguel diaz x black widow!reader 

genre: friends to lovers (sort of) 

w/c: 516 words

a/n: it’s been awhile since i’ve watched anything marvel related so i apologize if anything is inaccurate. 

You would go to the All Valley Tournament to see why the city was so obsessed with the art of karate, or maybe to even criticize everyone’s moves.

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Deja Vu | Lo’ak

[lo’ak x omaticaya! reader]

sypnosis: jake and neytiri can’t help but have deja vu as they watch you and lo’ak from afar.

a/n: just something short while i find the motivation to write something :,) also, decided to try a new font size. i don't know i kinda like it, kinda don't. i don't know, but hope you enjoy reading!

neytiri held a fond smile on her face as stood at the entrance of the sully tent, gazing at you and lo’ak. her eyes softened as you slapped lo’ak in the arm while also snapping at his bad posture as he drew his bow. the woman laughed quietly to herself, not at all noticing her mate coming to stand beside her.

“what’s got you in a good mood, my love?” jake questioned with a smile that mirrored his wife’s.

“just look at them,” neytiri breathed out, titling her head at the sight of you teaching lo’ak how to use his bow. “don’t they remind you-“

“of us?” jake chuckled, wrapping his buff arm around neytiri’s waist to pull her into his side. she nodded against his chest.

“(y/n) would be a perfect mate for lo’ak, hm?” she asked her husband and received a low chuckle from him. she tilted her head up with a serious expression, which caught jake by surprise. his wife was being wholeheartedly serious about the matter.

“(y/n) is really skilled in archery and even more talented with a knife. she is strong in mind and body. lo’ak would do good having a girl like her by his side, especially since he takes after his knuckleheaded father.” neytiri vouched for you, furrowing her eyes up at jake who winced at the last part of her speech.

“if you say so, yawn.” jake shrugged, before placing a kiss on neytiri’s forehead. “but they are just friends. what if they don’t want to be together?”

“ma jake,” neytiri deadpanned, pushing him away a bit. “you are a man with no awareness for love at all. look closer.” jake followed her eyes to you and lo’ak once more.

“you skxawng,” you bursted into fits of giggle as you pointed at his arrow that completely missed the target. “i told you to straighten up your back before you release the arrow!”

lo’ak’s face winced at your laughter and he brought his arm up to scratch his head in frustration. you shook your head as you continued to laugh, even bending over to soothe the quiver in your body.

when your best friend had asked you to teach him archery, you figured he would have some talent with a bow. it wasn’t until you seen his posture that you began to realize that he was not at all skilled. you felt bad for him. that is why you decided to help him, knowing that his first attempt at his rite of passage had ended up in failure.

“come, let’s try again.” you finally wheezed out after calming down a bit. you noticed that his eyes had narrowed down at you. “what? it was funny. seriously, let’s try again.”

“so you can make fun of me?” lo’ak snapped and you huffed, grabbing another arrow from his quiver and shoving it before him. “i can’t do this, (y/n). i can’t hold a bow or a knife like neteyam or my dad. no, i can’t even hold a candle to them.”

“lo’ak!” you exclaimed, slapping him in the arm with a firm frown. “of course you can’t. you’re not them. you are lo’ak te suli tsyeyk’itan, second born son of the toruk makto. it’s in your blood.”

lo’ak looked uncertain, shifting his eyes from you and the target a few feet away. your words held encouragement in them, but he still couldn’t believe that he’d be able to come close to his father or his brother. you watched as he sat on the nearest rock with a gloomy expression and slouched shoulders.

“i can’t, (y/n). you’ve heard what the villlagers said about me.” lo’ak mumbled with a heavy sigh that followed afterwards. you stared down at him with a frown.

what you saw in him was not the same thing that everyone else did. yes, maybe the villagers are right. lo’ak was reckless, different from his other siblings that were held to high standards. others constantly talked down on the poor boy, saying that lo’ak would never reach their standard. it had gotten worse after his failed attempt at his right of passage. it saddened you as lo’ak cried silently by himself with you by his side. you only wished that he could see himself the way you did.

you saw his recklessness as bravery sometimes. he’d put his life on the line for you. just like the time lo’ak stepped in between you and a viperwolf with no plan. just pure instinct to protect. you admired him for it. his sense to stand up for what was right stood out to you from that very moment. it was also in that very moment that you concluded that you were head over heels for your best friend.

“lo’ak,” you took a seat beside him and lo’ak slowly looked up into your eyes. “you are more than what they say you are.” you placed a hand on loak’s shoulder, squeezing his flesh gently to comfort him.

“you may not be as skilled as your father or your brother, but you are you and that is enough. you have a strong heart. you just have to find it in yourself to ignore what they say about you and prove them wrong. i know you can do it.”

“but-“ lo’ak was about to shoot you down, but you gripped his shoulder once more and stared him down with a hesitant look on your face.

“but nothing,” you snapped. “i see you.”

lo’ak’s lips parted in shock at your words. his eyes searched your face, noting the way they started to glimmer as your eyes were firm. your words were strong and stable. no doubt in your tone that he could be a strong warrior.

had you always been this beautiful? he thought as he only stared down at you with an unreadable expression. at this moment, lo’ak finally realized that you were no longer the girl that he had grown up with all these years. he was finally looking at you in a different light.

your once choppy hair now flowed down your back gracefully, your flesh had filled out into luscious curves, and your head had finally grown into your ears. all these years, lo’ak never noticed the growing changes that had taken over your appearance. as lo’ak peered down at your plump lips pursed into a frown and glaring eyes casted up at him, lo’ak was hit with an epiphany.

you were a woman.

a strong woman at that. you had grown to not only be beautiful on the outside, but in the inside as well. your joyous laughter when he made stupid jokes, your cheesy smile when you looked at him, or your hands that were always soft and gentle against his skin. how had he not noticed this before?

“lo’ak, are you listening?” you questioned with a raised brow. he hadn’t said anything in a minute, which made you worry a bit. was he still doubting his worth?

“no! i-i mean y-yeah, i was listening.” lo’ak’s words were jumbled up now as he snapped out of his thoughts of you. you rolled your eyes playfully, before standing up and holding out the arrow in your hand once more.

“come on, let’s try again.”

lo’ak complied with a nod, getting up off the rock and resuming his lessons. he drew the bow back and pierced his eyes into the makeshift target a few feet away. you came up beside him, drawing closer to him to fix his arm placement. you didn’t notice his shocked expression as your forehead brushed against his cheek. you positioned his arm firmly, before wrapping your other arm around his back and reminding him to straightened up with a soft pat. then, you removed your hand from his back to firmly hold up his other arm. your touch sent a shock wave through lo’ak’s body and you were too concentrated on the target to noticed his joyful, swaying tail behind him.

“whenever you’re ready.” you said titling your head up to look at him.

lo’ak watched as your eyes widened in surprise, just now realizing the close proximity. your face was inches away from his and your lips parted as you glanced down at his own lips. you shook your head and quickly pulled away from him. you nervously brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, hoping that lo’ak didn’t see your moment of weakness.

you gestured your head to the target and lo’ak resumed his position, drawing his bow back and releasing his arrow with confidence. you both watched anxiously as the arrow shot out toward the target. your eyes widened and your mouth shot open at the results. lo’ak had managed to hit the target. no, he had hit a bullseye!

“(y/n), i did it!” lo’ak exclaimed, dropping his bow in shock and your face lit up at his cheerfulness. before you knew it, you had ran up to him and engulfed him into a hug. lo’ak staggered back a bit, arms wide as he had no clue what to do. his heartbeat was fast, eyes trying to focus on anything but the way your warm embrace made him weak in the knees. after a moment of hesitation, lo’ak gathered the courage to circle his arms around your lower back. it was weak hold, but he couldn’t help it.

“i knew you could do it!” you snapped your head up to meet his eye. “lo’ak, the mighty warrior!” your teasing tone made lo’ak roll his eyes, but nonetheless, he had finally managed to make his first bullseye under your guidance.

“thanks, (y/n).” he muttered loud enough for you to hear and you silently gasped as he drew your body closer into his chest. “for believing in me when no else does.” you were silent for a minute, trying to soothe the fast beating of your heart. you tucked your face into his broad chest, smiling a bit to yourself.

“of course, lo’ak.”

unbeknownst to you, neytiri and jake stood beside each other and their eyes were set on you both. jake’s eyes softened in realization and he glanced down at his wife, who held a ‘i told you so’ expression on her face. jake knew that she was right. maybe this friendship you both had was only temporary. from what he had seen, the possibility of you both being a mated pair was close to being a hundred percent.

“well, you might be right after all.” jake cleared his throat. of course he didn’t want neytiri to see the embarrassment that he was feeling at the moment.

“oh, ma jake, how you managed to woo me is beyond me.” neytiri slapped jake in the stomach, before leaning her head back on his chest to watch you and her youngest son stand in an embrace.

“they will make a fine pair.”

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thank you so much for reading, y'all!