Pairing-Sully family x Sully!reader

Summary- There is so much you would do for your family even at a young age but there is one thing you just couldn't do so you do the only thing you find reasonable you run.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

A/N- Low-key sad this series is ending its been one of my favs a wrote but thank you all who supported me amd this series I hope you like the ending 🫶🏼

Na'vi Translations: Sempu- Daddy, Sa'nu- mommy

You felt someone shaking you awake and finally you woke up from your first peaceful sleep in a while. You open your eyes and see Neteyam and Kiri standing over you and Tuk sitting up eating some citrus like fruit. ''Uh, hey good morning to you too.'' You say rubbing your tired eyes that threaten to close every once and a while.

''We just wanted to say thanks for taking the blame yesterday you didn't have to but you did.'' He said and you smiled, "Where's Lo'ak?" You ask about the absence of your other younger brother as you lifted yourself out of bed and into a changing area. "Still asleep " Kiri replied and you only hum in response.

Quickly, changing into a feather intricate top and a long skirt that was white and soft. Walking out Tuk squeals and tugs at your skirt and you laugh. ''Can I have a long skirt?'' She asked and you took her hand in yours. ''I'm sure I can whip you up something.'' You say and she yells in excitement.

You all walked into the communal area and at the very center sat Kamun, Jake, Neytiri, and Peyral who seemed deep in conversation. But Neteyam stopped and cursed under his breath. ''I have to get that scroll dad asked for or his gonna skin me alive.'' He said as he ran back up to the rooms. ''Shoot me and Tuk are supposed to gather herbs for trade, can you tell mom that we are doing our duties and will attend later.'' Kiri said, picking up Tuk and running into an empty healers tent.

You were dumbfounded they just did that. You shrug and sit next to Kamun and Jake "Uh they wanted me to tell you they'll join later they got some stuff to do." You tell the two a you begin peeling a star shaped fruit. Cutting the fruit someone bumped into you making the knife slice your hand, ''Fucking shit.'' You say as you drop the fruit and knife everyone watches as you leave and go into a healer's tent.

Only thing you didn't notice were the two other omaticaya na'vi following your worried expression laced their faces.

''Do you need help.'' Neytiri asked and you bit your lip.

Of course you wanted help, you wanted to crawl into their laps and talk about useless stuff, curl your head into their necks amd have them rub your back as they used to, tell stories, you wanted to melt into their warmth, the warmth you've yearned for years.

But you couldn't help but hold resentment towards your parents for what they did, how they chose something like that and expected you to be okay with it.

You shake your head yes as you wrap the cut up horribly. "Here I can help." Jake says walking towards you and you quickly grow irritated with their presence as you step back from his reaching hand. "I'm fine." You say to him tightening the bandage. "Y/N please-" Jake said and you inhale and glare daggers into his direction. "What?" You say harshly.

"Just listen to us-" Cut off again. "Why?" You ask, "Why should I listen to you?" You hiss at the two and it seemed you inherited the patience of your father as he soon grew irritated with your stubbornness. "I don't know why you are angry at us." He said and you laughed, your laughter was full of bitterness. "You don't know, that's rich." You say rubbing your eyes. "Hey you're the one who left, remember." He said and you look at him and clench your fist the anger that began bubbling from the start was now boiling as you stared at your father.

"Yeah the one who left," you retaliate stepping closer to him. "You two had my entire life planned out for me. Didn't give me a chance." Your voice breaks as your eyes fill to the brim with tears, but you refused to let them fall, to let them see you break. "Didn't give me a chance." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "Didn't even give me a choice." You say looking at them.

Neytiri felt shameful she knew the arrangement was wrong all those years ago but she didn't wanna risk war so she risked her daughters happiness, how ashamed she felt was nothing in comparison to how Jake felt and what you are about to say smaked the realization into his face.

"I was just a kid."

Walking out of the room and not turning back. Jake's face had a few tears that seemed to slip past his eye and he looked at his mate who shared the same expression, pain mixed with a little sadness but most of all shame.

You didn't attend any activities for the day and stayed in your room at dinner time. Peyral allowed this as she saw how angered you looked when you stormed away from Jake and Neytiri earlier that day. Tuk kept asking where you were and the others were worried as well, did they do something wrong?

They all had questions that ran throughout their minds and their shoulders hung low as they walked to their rooms.

Neytiri and Jake sat on their shared cot and all they could think about was the pained look that painted tour features only hours ago and Jake couldn't handle it anymore. "Let's go talk to her." He said and Neytiri's ears perked up as she stood up and was the first out of the room.

They stood in front of your room and heard low humming. It was a lullaby Neytiri used to sing to you.

Allowing themselves into the room they see you fixing up your bow and sharpening a few weapons. "You still remember it." Neytiri said making her voice known only to make you jump since it is in the middle of the night after all. Sitting down the freshly sharpened blade down you inhaled sharply.

"Of course I still remember I always forced you to sing it to me." You say getting up now staring at the two. "Is there something you wish to say?" You ask directly.

Silence.

A pinecone falls.

Silence.

Eye contact mever faltered.

Silence.

An animal screeches.

Silence.

"We're sorry."

Those two words penetrated the walls that you securely put up and threatened to crumble down.

"We're so sorry." Jake said, stepping closer to you as you only look at the ground in disbelief. "We were wrong, I see that now." He says bringing a hand to your face and your widened eyes stare up at him.

"I see you daughter."

You smile as tears pooled to your eyes and slipped out from under your lashes, throwing yourself into his arms. "I missed you sempu." You say and his heart that had been shattered from the fear of rejection pieced back together as he hugged you back. Pulling from the hug you look at her and she has a smile. "Sa'nu.." you say and all she did was embrace you with her warmth, that warmth you've yearned for you finally got it back.

Your relationship improved with your parents as did the relationship between your siblings, it was clear to any passing Na'vi.

You finally had your family back.

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i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best | 1

There’s a widespread belief among sky people that every first-born daughter is a direct copy of her father. 

You listened in on your own father complaining to your mother about this privately one time; according to him, this was why you guys kept banging hammerheads like 'angtsìks. 

they say a picture is worth a thousand words. you beg to differ. the smiles of your family members made your mouth go sour. who knew it would go so wrong so quickly.

your fingers trailed over the family photo in your hand, stopping over neteyam’s face. he was such a bright soul, he must’ve been so scared.

it’s been a few years since neteyam had passed. there to be exact. the family went somewhat back to normal but the home you all once shared felt more dull and dim than normal.

you all left neteyam’s things untouched. his bow still in the same place. his pillow positioned in the same way. you all just couldn’t move it, feeling like you were slowly removing parts of neteyam by touching his things.

your family all grieved him in different ways. some ways were healthy and some were questionable. but you didn’t feel the need to bring it up. you were dealing with your own feelings. you felt hurt, betrayed, guilty and most of all, angry. your anger was a force to be reckoned with per-say. you did a good job at hiding it, pushing it down for 3 years straight.

your father experienced the most change out of all of you. becoming more protective of the rest of you all, never wanting to experience that kind of loss ever again. so when quartich and the rda came back, he immediately shut down the idea of helping them fight.

‘but father please i-‘ ‘y/n that’s final. you will stay here with lo’ak and tuk.’ yet again your father dismissed you, your mother flashing you a pitiful expression as she followed your father.

it wasn’t fair. you deserved just as much as a chance as they did. you could help them. you could avenge your brothers death. neteyam didn’t deserve to die in vain.

lo’ak appeared behind you, a large hand on your shoulder. lo’ak grew into such a mature young man, he was 17 now, a true warrior. he mirrored neteyam so much it brought tears to your eyes.

‘go. i’ll watch tuk. go help them fight’ he said, placing something in your hand. it was neteyam’s bow and a few of his arrows. ‘lo’ak no i can’t-‘. lo’ak said nothing as he pushed you out of your home, giving you a small smile before running back in.

you quickly caught up to your parents. jake didn’t speak as he figured you would come anyways despite his warning. he knew you were just like lo’ak, hard headed and stubborn. neytiri didn’t want to admit it but she was glad you were there.

the three of you managed to make your way deeper into the forest, your bodies on constant high alert. your ear twitched as you heard a twig snap, neck snapping towards the noise as you quickly lined up the arrow with his bow, whispering a quick ‘make this one count neteyam..’ before the figure jumped out at you, holding its hands up and yelling ‘don’t shoot it’s me!’ you instantly recognized the voice as spider, lowering your bow and sighing. ‘you’re lucky i didn’t kill you’ not knowing the events that would take place there shortly afterwards.

your dad had alerted you that they had found quartich a few moments later, turning your attention from spider and bolting your way towards the cliff they were on, spider hot on your tail.

you watched as your father and the man who’s tortured your family for years tussled, both men slightly wounded from the brawl. ‘mom! dad!’ you yelled, turning their attention to you. just then quartich quickly kicked jake off of him, radioing in for the helicopter to come down and get him.

your father rubbed his nose and your mother ran up to you, screening for any injury. ‘mother i am fine..’ the winds from the helicopter propellers made your hair fly into your face, watching as your father just let him go. ‘you son of a bitch i thought we killed you already!’ he yelled over the noise.

quartich just let out a sinister laugh, looking behind them and winking. ‘you have my boy to thank! saving his old man like a son should!’

your world froze. your blood went cold. the sound of the bow and arrows hitting the floor like blocks on a carpet. you couldn’t help but slowly turn around, horror painted across your face as you met eyes with the boy who you thought of as a friend. as a brother.

‘boy..is this true’ jake said, the noise was gone as quartich flew away. spider was silent. the 3 year long feeling of guilt eating away at his insides as he put his head down, shame written all over his face.

neytiri said nothing, afraid she was going to severely harm the boy yet again, she stayed silent, yet her eyes told a million words at once.

you felt like you couldn’t breathe. you felt like the world was caving under you as you stalked over to the boy. ‘did you..really?’ you asked, your voice nothing short of a whisper. he met eyes with you, giving a shameful nod.

in that moment you felt nothing but rage. 1,065 days of rage. the nights and days you stayed up sobbing, wishing to yourself that it was you. praying to eywa to bring your brother back. 3 years of suppressed anger bubbling over like tea in a kettle.

everything moved in an instant. one minute you were in front of the boy, now you are dangling him from the cliff, his cries and pleads with you to spare his life were muffled as your mind was spinning every which way.

‘y/n no!’ your father tried to rush over to you but neytiri was quick to stop him. while she disliked the human boy, her body tensed up watching you hold him over the ledge. one wrong move and you both were done for. ‘ma jake..if you go..they will both fall’ she said, holding a tight grip on her husband. jake looked surprised at you. you couldn’t even hurt a fly if you tried and here you were, on the verge of killing spider.

he felt bad for both parties. spider was just a boy protecting his family, as jake does with his own family. and you were his grieving daughter. he felt for you but he also felt for spider

‘y/n just think about this..you don’t have to do this..killing him won’t bring neteyam back..you gain nothing from this..’ he said, breaking from neytiris grip, stalking over to you with his hand extended, hoping you would break out of this trance and realize what you’re doing.

‘father..you really want to save this human? he’s the reason your son is dead.. your precious golden child..and you want to save him?” you looked back at your father, leaning spider over the edge even further, almost slipping in the process.

‘y/n!’ your mother called, now behind jake as she’s trying desperately to pull you back, afraid to lose another child.

‘i’m going to give you both a choice..pick your side..me?’ you said turning to them, angry tears now streaming down your face. you slowly turned your head to the now sobbing boy as he continued to beg and plead for his life.

‘or the bitch im gonna kill?’

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you made this even more painful and i’m here for it, thank you for delivering 🥲

I would’ve dropped his ass real quick…disrespectfully

You're dead to me [5]

warning: english isn't my first language, sad and vulnerable Jake, angsty, happy reader?

Thank for creating such a masterpiece 🥹🫶🏾💗!! I cannot wait to read future chapters!!

You're dead to me [3]

warning: english isn't my first language, barely proofread, a lot of awkward tension cause Neytiri and humans + reader being in conflict, terrible na'vi sentence.

You're dead to me [2]

warning: english isn't my first language, daddy issues, idk how one lives with zero gravity, barely proofread

Pairing- Sully Family x Sully!reader

Summary- You are the artistic child of Jake and Neytiri.

Pt.1 Pt.2

A/N- i was going to post this yesterday but I reread that one so I re did it and like this one better and @tejas-kris you asked me to tag you 🤭

You weren't as great a warrior as Neteyam, weren't as good a healer as Kiri, definitely not as impulsive as Lo'ak but there was something that you could do that your siblings couldn't. You could paint. You had found that smashing flowers and plants mixed with hox tree maple made a paste like substance. You began to draw and paint with it and you were actually good.

Obviously you didn't want to tell your mother and father, ecspecally your father. Not wanting to disapont them in your fathers words, ''You need to train in case the sky people come back you don't need to know useless stuff.'' He told you whenever you would show him something other than training related. So you gave yourself this, painting time just for you no one to judge you no one to speculate you just you.

And you didn't just blatantly paint, it was something in your lines something in your fingers and leafs you used as brushes that seemed alive, something of passion.

When you were mad, sad, happy anything you would put all of that energy to your next painting. You could do all kinds of painting realism to abstract anything to express how you feel and how you see your home how you see yourself. Eywa has given you something.

So there you were behind a huge boulder hidden behind a bundle of vines, you were supposed to be training with your siblings instead you ran your fingers around a circle with green paste. ''No no thats not the right shade of green.'' You quietly cursed yourself. ''Y/N'' you heard your name being called not far away by multiple vices. Eyes going wide you cover up your current canvas up and quickly rush over to a small river washing off the multiple color paste on your hands. ''There you are.'' the voice said the voice belonging to Neteyam and your other siblings trailing not far behind him. ''Dad is going to skin you alive if he knew you were skipping training.'' Neteyam hissed. ''What were you doing anyway?'' Lo'ak asked as the group watched you scrub the paint from your hands.

''It is nothing.'' You reply trying to stir them farther away from you stuff. ''You have stuff all over your face and hands, tell me or I'll tell mom.'' Tuk says making me hiss ''Tuk stop it, are you okay y/n'' Kiri asked concerned. You think for a second what is the worst that could happen if you tell them. ''Fine I'll show you.'' You say catching all of them off gaurd.

''Tell me where we are going.'' Lo'ak complained as you venture a little deeper into the woods. ''We are here.'' I say as we stop infront of a cover of vines. ''Sister there is nothing.'' Neteyam said confused. ''Are you all right, maybe she hit her head on the last raid.'' Lo'ak says whispering the last part making you roll your eyes. Pulling the vines aside you allowed them into your space.

Stepping in behind them you look around at the familiar space. The entire scenery was covered in paintings some of people, some of bugs, plants, fruit, everything it was a beautiful art gallery. Lo'ak touched one painting of his face it truly did look like him. Tuk played with a huge leaf that had the entire family painted on it. ''You did this?'' Neteyam asks as his hands trace over a few abstract peices. ''Yes I did.'' you answered organizing your paints and brushes. ''It is amazing why have you not told us about it.'' Kiri says, ''Becasue I did not want you to tell father cause Eywa knows what he'd have to say about this.'' You sigh. She shakes he head then her eyes venture over to the boulder. Jogging over there you stop her before she pulled the curtain it off.

''It is not done.'' You say breathlessly. ''Oh okay.'' she replies as a wave of relief washed over you. "Okay now that I have showed you tell me that you will not tell mom or dad." You say serious tone intact. "Okay but can we come here with you when you paint?" Tuk asked excited at the thought of seeing and helping you paint. "Okay sometimes when I say it okay." Tuk squeals in happiness as you rush them out of your studio.

That's what you did when you painted sometimes you would allow Kiri and Tuk to come along it Lo'ak and Neteyam or whoever wanted to come along. And sometimes when you had paint on your face they would take up for you, at least they have your back.

Now you are standing inside you and your families home getting badgered at by Jake for not following orders during a raid, "But if I didn't go Lo'ak would be dea-" you argue with your dad. "I do not care you did not follow order-" "No! I would rather not follow orders than let my brother die." You come back at him. "You were reckless stupid." He said and then something snapped you threw your bow at him making him stumble back. "You know what I'm not doing this take this shit I'm out." You say running off into the forest.

You left everyone shocked, now it had been hours since you left eclipse was over the forest and now Lo'ak was mad. "See what you did." He yelled catching Jake as well has the others off guard. "All she was trying to do was save me and you were yelling at her." He yelled not giving Jake a second to talk. "You know if you let her talk once in a while she wouldn't have ran off but all you do is yell and train her when was the last time you had a conversation with Y/N, your daughter." Lo'ak spoke face flustered with his emotions.

Then the realization of his son's hit him, he did treat you like a solider and he really couldn't remember the last conversation he had with you that wasn't training related and that made him angry with himself. He ran his hand over him face, "Okay okay but first we need to find her," he said sitting down on a chair, "but where would she go." He spoke to himself and the others in the room.

The children all looked at each other and nodded their head to each other, "We know where." Kiri was the first to speak. "What." Neytiri spoke making her kids come closer. "She has a place she goes to and does stuff she likes." Neteyam was the second to explain. "Let's draw them a map." Tuk said. "Yeah yeah that's a good idea Tuk, c'mon." Jake said as he turned to his other kids as they began to draw a map.

It took a minute as they argued over directions, "Okay and it will look like a bunch of vines but pull it back and it should be there." Neteyam said handing his father the map. "Good this is good watch your siblings while we go get her." Jake told Neteyam who only nodded his head before him and Neytiri headed to where you were, they hoped.

As for you, your siblings knew you to well cause you were your art studio, at first you just threw you red and black paints on a new canvas cursing at your father at yourself at Eywa for making you not like your siblings. And then that wasn't enough pulling the sheet off the boulder continuing the unfinished painting as tears fell from your eyes. "I just wanna be enough why can't I be enough for you asshole." You muttered as your hands fumbled at the boulder smearing black paint on it.

Jake and Neytiri found the place the kids instructed them to pulling the vines back Neytiri went in first weapon up defensively Jake along with her. They put it back as they saw you painting, paint covering your hands along with brushes, some on your face, tears falling from your eyes and their hearts broke a little. Jake could feel a price of his soul burning he caused you to cry like this.

It seemed that you were to caught up with painting to realize they were there so they watched you and then they saw the Canvas.

It was them.

It was truly them, you had every detail to a small freckle your mother has under her eyebrow that only you would notice. And they saw you how a small tear fell from your eye as you finished Jake's last stripe on his face.

And when you saw them you gasped. "What are you doing here." You asked. "We came to get you Y/N you scared us running away." Neytiri said. Jake looked around it was magnificent and you made it. Was he truly that blind to see his daughter had a beautiful gift and it seemed she loved it. "Yeah right." You reply putting your stuff away.

"Y/N.." Jake says voice breaking a little. "Yes." You say holding all the emotions you had bottled up. "My daughter I am so so sorry." He said and those words fell from his mouth the tears flowed out and you back away. "I have been blind you, you are amazing." Those words oh how you have waited for him to say that all your childhood. They came closer now in front of you, not there usual intimidating stare that made you feel small and incompetent. But with loving and sad eyes that made you feel like their little girl again.

And then you fell into thier open arms, getting a little paint on them but they did not care they only cared about you right now.

After you tears calmed down you all sat down, "It is beautiful Y/N." Your mother complimented your art work that was in the boulder. "Thank you." You said gently with a smile.

And then you had a conversation, a real conversation. Nothing about war, training, just talking. You told them how you really loved to paint and was to scared to tell them. That hurt both of them but understood why. And then you showed them all of your works, you showed them a few you made of them and your family and them one of the forest and tree of souls and then your abstract pieces Neytiri loves those. And by the end of the talk Jake's heart swelled with understatement and happiness for his daughter.

But now that they know good luck having to do quiet a few portraits (Lo'ak and Jake).

This was so heartwarming!! 😭🫶🏾💗

“i would do it again” that got me for real, I’m crying like a baby rn, poor tuk and y/n, i’m happy they’re both okay and that neytiri and jake apologized 🥲🫶🏾💗

Baby, Mine

Pre Avatar Way of Water

Pregnant!Na'vi!Black!Reader x Jake Sully X Neytiri

Part One, Part Two

This is the moment we have all been waiting for! I want to thank every single person who interacts with my stories, leaves comments, likes, and sends in asks and messages! You all give me so much encouragement to continue writing and I thank you!

Now without further ado, let's get into it.

“And you’re sure you don’t want to relax?”

“Jake, I am fine.”

“You look like you're gonna pop!” 

You rolled your eyes at the nagging of your mate, continuing to thread the sack with nimble hands. You’d been in a total nesting mode, knitting carriers that mothers used to carry their babies. You weaved beaded necklaces, and even attached the first bead for your baby’s songchord. Neytiri assisted you as well, but you know it was her way of keeping an eye on you. 

So with a huff you looked up into those worried eyes and conceded, "I understand you are worried for us. If Mo'at checked us would you feel better?"

His lips twitched the slightest bit and he nodded, squatting and settling on his heels to be at level with you.

"Much better. Just want you both safe is all" he leaned forward pressing two delicate kisses to your lips. Then he looked down, "now be good to your mama little one. We're just as excited to see you."

Lo’ak and Netayem were no better than refusing to let you hunt or train them anymore. The boys nearly had a heart attack witnessing you try to fly your ikran. Little one was close, you all felt it. 

And how did you feel about it? Far from prepared. Your fingers moved to feel the smoothness of the glass bead as you wondered. Motherhood was never a thought of yours, you were so focused on your education the last thing you thought of was switching species and settling down with your mates on a planet far from earth.

Far from your family. It never hit you that your mother wouldn’t be here to witness this. That your father couldn’t see his grandbabies though double in his size run around and play with him. Your sister wouldn’t know she is an aunt. 

It was a danger to try and send any communication back home. So for now all you could do is just hope and pray that your family knew you were safe. And in your own heart, you prayed with each da they knew that though you were eons away your love never once wavered.

“I see you daughter,” Your eyes lifted to meet Mo’at as she set her things down in front of you “you and your baby are in good health.” 

“I see you, mother.” You returned the gesture, moving your things aside for her to sit in front of you. 

Mo’at would check upon you often as she did with all the pregnant mothers. It was the duty of the tsahik. She’d ask about pains, aches, help you breath and feel one with your baby. As you sat with both hands on your stomach, eyes shut as you took deep breaths while she prayed over you, pressing her hands onto your shoulders.

“May Eywa bring peace to you My daughter. Do not let fear take this beautiful gift.The great mother shines upon you, let her presence shine in you. You will be a strong mother.“ 

Her hands stilled for a moment at your sternum and you peaked one eye open seeing the older woman eye your stomach warily. 

“Mother?”

“My daughter, calm yourself. The child is coming tonight.”

And that did anything BUT calm you. Na’vi didn’t have epidurals or painkillers! You were going through a natural birth in a body you’ve barely begun to understand! She called for the birthing mothers to bring you to the birthing area, a dimly lit cool and calm area for women to give birth. Bottles and bowls of herbs, salves, oils and cool water and with nested areas of thick blankets for the mothers to lay. 

It smelled of rich spices and that was enough to calm your thudding heart. 

You had been down here once or twice to assist Mo’at in helping births. But coming down into it as someone about to give birth was entirely different. And as you lie down in the blankets  and allow the women to lay a cool cloth upon your face and massage some oil into your stomach you close your eyes trying to remain calm. 

With gentle hands they moved you to your side to massage your lower back and a low groan rumbled in your chest. Little one must have got the message because they were moving a LOT. You needed Neytiri, you needed Jake. 

Time moved slowly, and your aches were dull waves moving down your low back toward your lower half. The oils helped and pushed any nausea aside. They offered you water which you slowly sipped when you could sit up, but for your time below you lay in anxious agony. 

“My Y/N,” Neytiri crooned, moving with quick grace down the winding steps, taking a spot beside you. “Calm yourself, the great mother will guide you and your baby.” 

Jake came in with less grace with the boys running on their fathers heels being stopped by Mo’at who chided them to calm themselves. That their anxiety would only spike yours. The boys settled a little ways from you while Jake was instructed by the birth mothers to sit behind you and continue to massage your stomach. 

Peace fell for a moment as you slowly felt lulled to sleep, head falling back onto Jake’s shoulder as he lay kisses along your cheek. Then you felt it, a shift in you that made you sit up. The pressure began to build up and your breathing followed. In an instant Mo’at crouched in front of you “move her to her side, the child is coming.”

Jake quickly did so with gentle movements and moved to lay on his side facing you with Neytiri curling up by your head. Her fingers moving in your hair, massaging your scalp as your whimpers increased.

Your gasps broke the silence and serenity of the birthing tree as Mo’at instructed with every deep breath to push. The pain burned your entire body and crawled itself up your spine. Every shift and push exhausted your body and the tears down your face were wiped away with your Neytiri’s help.You begged Great Mother to end this pain, for a quick birth but time seemed to drag on with no end and from what you could make out your baby was nowhere near out yet. 

“I can’t do it..I can't do it” you wailed, screwing your eyes shut. 

“Yes you can baby, you are strong. Little one is close baby but you need to keep pushing.” His firm hold on your cheek grounding you.   

Mo’ats chanting and Jake and Neytiri’s prayers slowly dimmed to a buzz as shapes danced before your eyes, twirling and swirling to take form.

 You were home. Home in that flat you called home. And in that beautiful book, littered in plants bathed in the sun was your mother. Her smile as warm as you once remembered eased your pains. How you longed to see those beautiful brown freckles, kiss every single one once, have those gentle hands cup your cheeks, and wipe those tears away.

“You're gonna be fine baby, deep breaths. You can do this”

“Mama I can’t I can’t it’s too much…” you blubbered. 

“Yes you can,” she reached her hands out to you holding both your hands. Her hands, soft and coarse with years of work melted away your worries, “I remember  I was like this with you, but you know what? I was terrified because I thought I wasn’t. But I knew you were going to be the biggest blessing of my life. 

“Now breath baby”

You took in one gulp of breath, your eyes shooting open and with the strength you had left pushed till a baby's cry filled the tree. 

“A daughter!” The birthing woman was quick to swaddle the baby and pass it to M’at who cooed at the baby's wails. With your mates help they moved you to lay on your back. She gently lay your daughter onto your heaving chest and a warmth filled your body as tears dripped down. 

“Oh thank you, great mother! Thank you!” Neytiri pressed kisses to your head cupping the back of the baby's head. “Welcome little one, oh you are beautiful like your mother.”

Jake carefully moved from behind, helping you lie down to curl around Neytiri looking at your baby girl with pure adoration in his eyes. Beautiful like her mother but that mischievous little smile was definitely his. His thumb caressed her cheek as he pressed a cheek to the side of your head.

“I'm so proud of you baby. Have you thought of a name?” “Sylwanin” you whispered, giving Nytiri and Mo’at a wobbly smile, “to honor her.” Neytiri was swift to press a delicate kiss upon your lips. 

Lo’ak and Netayem were quick to come flying into your side eyeing their little sister with big curious eyes. Her cries dulled to blubbers and coos. Her hands fisted your beads and her eyes remained shut. 

“She looks like, Sa’nok” Netayem whispered, tilting his head. He held his finger to her fist, a smile blossoming when his little sister took hold of his finger. Lo’ak smiled brightly, whispering her name over and over. With gentle hands he played with the soft hair atop her head. 

Sleep washed over you slowly and Mo'at could see this. So she offered to keep watch over you and the baby for the night while your mates tended to the half-sleep boys. You sent them off with kisses and whispered promises to see their baby sister int he morning.

She was gentle with you and slow, her hands held you and guided you to the bathing waters. And then she massaged some bathing paste on your body. After helping you and your baby bathe, Mo’at had you lie down, placing your baby back in your arms and covering the both of you with a blanket you swore was weaved with the very threads of the clouds above. 

"Rest well my daughter. I am proud of you" her forhead pressed to yours and she left you there in the silence of the tree.

And as you lay there, your baby held close in your arms, you felt peace.

Here she was, this beauty that you grew in ad with you, who you spoke to, sang to for nine months. You hummed softly into the serenity of the dark night. Your fingers caressed the beads adorning her, and smoothed her soft dark hair atop her head. “Welcome home, my sweet little one. My Sylwanin”

so cuteee! and her name, my heart 🥺☺️

Jake Sully x Daughter!Reader

this is an alternate ending to the Growing Pains series that was suggested by @itssiaaax so big thanks to her! if you would like to read the other parts : this is part one : growing pains and part two : sneak attack

NOTE : this is an alternate scenario for part one

thank you for reading I love y'all ok enjoy

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“Give her one more day,” Jake whispered, making Neytiri lean back in frustration, “One more day for her to come to us willingly. If she doesn’t, we’ll have an intervention, alright?” 

Neytiri glanced back at your sleeping figure, feeling her heart clench, once again. Then, she looked back at Jake. 

“One. More. Day,” she agreed hesitantly, “Then, we force her to talk. I cannot stand to see her like this, Jake.” 

“I know,” he agreed, “I can’t either.”

The following day came and went. You remained guarded, consistently keeping your distance from the prying eyes of your parents. Eventually, even your brothers took notice of your odd behavior. However, when Neteyam inquired about your state, you snapped at him, before harshly cutting yourself off from him, just as you did with your parents.

At eclipse, you spent a few more minutes with yourself before you'd be required to head home. However, to your annoyance, your peace was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Y/N?"

Snapping your head around, you were met with your brother's uneasy stare. He stood over you, holding a hand out for you to take.

"What's up?" you asked, unmoving from your spot on the grass.

"Mom needs our help with dinner. She wants you to help me gather a few things before we return home."

Eyeing him carefully, you took note of his agitated tail and downward gaze. He'd only met your eyes for a moment before lowering them again. Though your mind remained suspicious, you couldn't help wondering if he was simply a little guarded after you'd snapped at him earlier. Guilt crept into your chest as you released a sigh. Giving in, you placed your hand in his before allowing him to help you up.

Once you'd connected your hand with his, even after you'd reached a standing position, Neteyam never released his grip on you. As he led you through the forest, you noted his unyielding grip--gentle but firm. Then, you began to notice your surroundings grow more familiar.

"Aren't we getting the supplies first?" you asked.

"Mom hasn't told me what we need yet."

Your suspicion spiked before morphing into alarm. "You told me earlier that Mother wanted us to get the supplies before returning home. Now, you tell me that she never told you what we needed to gather?"

Neteyam clenched his jaw, lowering his gaze to the ground as you entered your family's quarters. Your heart dropped as your mind processed the situation.

"You lied to me," you muttered, unable to hide your disbelief, "Big brother . . . you lied to me!"

Yanking with a quick, isolated force, you attempted to free your hand from his grip. However, Neteyam anticipated your movement, and simply gripped you tighter.

"Where are we going?" you demanded, growing more agitated by the second, "Neteyam!"

"To Mom. I told you."

His clipped tone caused your anxiety to surge. Now, as you repeatedly tugged your arm, you grew frustrated at Neteyam's obvious upper hand in physical strength. However, he didn't move you without difficulty. Using your free hand, you pushed against his arm--all while digging your heels into the woven floor.

At last, when Neteyam managed to haul you to the family room, the foreboding feeling within your chest swelled. Jake and Neytiri, who'd been sitting on the floor talking, immediately looked your way. When you met their gazes, an angry, blazing fire ignited within your stomach.

Panting slightly, you looked up at your brother, eyeing him in betrayal. "How could you?" you asked, a small whine oozing into your tone, "How could you lie to me, big brother?"

Keeping his gaze away from yours, Neteyam walked you into the room, ignoring your physical protests.

Dimly lit by a fire, the thick tension within the atmosphere was unmistakeable. Jake and Neytiri, sitting directly next to one another, kept their eyes trained on you as Neteyam pulled you closer. There was just enough light to cast a few extra shadows on their solemn expressions.

"You didn't give us much choice, Y/N," Jake answered, before pointing to the spot in front of them, "Sit."

The desire to defy him burned through your veins. Glancing back, you looked past Neteyam, eyeing the doorway before turning back to face your father. Jake, of course, saw this and knew where your mind was at. Raising an eyebrow, he dared you to disobey him.

"Take off and I'll take away every privilege you have. No hunting. No going to the village. No leaving home," he stated, before pointing to the spot once more, "I'm not gonna say it again."

Swallowing thickly, you tried to ignore the deep cut that his tone left on your heart. Never before had you been on the receiving end of his disciplinary voice. At least, not you by yourself. There had been plenty of instances when you, and your older brothers, had received a minor scolding from him.

Though you were hurt, you did your best to maintain a straight face, not wanting to give Jake the satisfaction of knowing the effect his tone had caused on you. However, upon seeing his gaze slightly soften with regret, you knew that he'd managed to see through your front.

Jake sighed, closing his eyes before softly adding, "Please, baby."

Lowering your gaze, you kept your eyes trained on the floor before taking a seat. At the corner of your eye, you saw Jake nod at Neteyam, signaling for him to leave. Neteyam lingered for a moment before disappearing from the room, leaving you alone with your parents.

Tensing up, you attempted to mentally prepare yourself for the coming conversation.

"Y/N," Jake began, tone remaining soft, "you already know that we are worried about you. We need you to tell us what's going on."

Part of you wanted to cut him off and spit out the word "nothing", but you knew the wiser.

"You might've convinced yourself into thinking that you can put one over on us, tricking us into thinking you're fine, but I can assure you, we know better," he continued, "You can't hide much from the people who brought you into this world."

Jake's words punctured a small crack in your resolve, but you quickly brushed it off. Your parents were watching you sharply, and you were determined to show no signs of submitting.

Jake leaned forward, uttering the golden question, once more. "What is going on?"

His tone, laced with sympathy, pressed further against your resolve. Needing a quick distraction, you placed your fingers on your beaded bracelet before beginning to fiddle with it.

"Nothing," you replied, confidence evaporating as your voice came out shaky, "I'm fine."

"Y/N," Neytiri rasped.

The pain in her voice caused your throat to constrict. "Do you not trust your parents?" she asked.

The weighted question lingered in the air before guilt exploded in your chest. You leaned forward slightly, nearly convincing yourself that something had physically detonated within your body. Instinctively, Jake and Neytiri leaned forward, as well--ready to catch you should you collapse against them.

Noticing their actions, you immediately pulled back.

Of course that's their play, you thought bitterly, They're gonna try to push me until I break.

Your defiance fought against the guilt, but, under your parents' tender, watchful eyes--so open and ready for your emotions--you couldn't help feeling like a cracked egg, barely holding itself together.

For the first time since arriving, panic began to settle in. Regardless, you swallowed it.

After clearing your throat, you answered her. "Of course, I trust you. I always have."

"Then allow us to bear this burden with you," Neytiri continued softly, ignoring your feeble pretense, "‘Itetsyìp."

As you took a deep breath, you continued to agitate your bracelet as your tail remained mobile. "Why won't you just trust me when I tell you that I'm alright?" you asked, satisfaction trickling into your veins as you turned the question on them, "Do you not trust me?"

"Of course we do," Jake answered, "because you were never one to lie. That's why it's so obvious to us that you're doing so now."

As quickly as your satisfaction appeared, it vanished. Your fiddling, now growing more fraught, was halted by Jake's hand. He covered both of your hands and wrists, stilling your movements as you inhaled sharply.

"So, no. You're not fine."

"You don't--" you began sharply, making him raise his eyebrows.

Taking a breath, you gathered yourself before restarting your sentence. "You have no way of knowing what I'm feeling. You aren't me."

A gentle smile tugged at his lips. "But, I do. Wanna know how I know?" he asked softly, making your heart rate accelerate, "Ever since you were little--even as a baby--you maintained the ability to hold eye contact."

The tightness in your throat, which had temporarily loosened, constricted, once again--this time, with a gruesome vengeance.

"I would hold you against me like this," Jake said, leaning back and pretending to cradle a baby with his arms, "and you never took your eyes off of me."

His fond smile danced against his lips as he reminisced. You began to fiddle with your beads, once again.

"I looked into that baby girl's eyes and I knew that I'd always be able to read them, no matter how hard she tried to keep something from me."

Jake paused for a moment, lowering his hands before looking back at you. "This whole time, you haven't held my gaze for more than a few seconds."

He reached out, gently placing his large hand over your chest. Tensing up, you held your breath before he continued. "But, when I do get a glimpse of those eyes--your eyes--I can see it. I see that pain that you don't think I see. That pain that, for some reason, you don't want us to see. All that pain that you're holding in right here."

Remaining silent, you looked to your right, pointedly avoiding his gaze now. Though you knew Jake was waiting for a response, you kept your lips sealed.

Jake sighed. "How about this?" Jake asked, leaning away and causing your ears to perk up curiously, "We'll make a deal. If you do this successfully, we'll let you go."

In your peripheral vision, you saw Neytiri perk up, as well. After turning to Jake, she tilted her head with a questioning look in her eyes. Placing a gentle hand on his bicep, she caught his eyes, mentally asking what his plan was.

Though Jake said nothing, connecting his gaze with hers was enough to establish an element of trust. Nodding, she leaned back.

Then, Jake reached out, placing a gentle hand on your knee before continuing. "If you can look us straight in the eye--both of us--and tell us that nothing is going on. That everything is alright with you. Then, we'll let you go."

Your chest tightened as you inhaled deeply, blinking away the slight sting in your eyes. He'd hit a nerve, and he knew it too. After all the minutes you'd spent sitting here, you finally felt cornered.

When you didn't respond, Jake tilted his head. Neytiri shifted her gaze from her mate, settling her eyes back on you. Clenching your jaw, you tried to calm your breathing as a frustrated panic began to bubble its way to the surface.

Instantly sensing the change, Jake gently gripped your forearms. "Y/N?" he called softly.

A portion of his hands rested directly above your wrist. Nausea twisted within you as you realized he could feel your racing pulse.

The following silence felt physically painful. You'd been consistently distracting yourself with other elements in the room--the fire, your jewelry, the weaved flooring. However, in that moment, everything seemed to purposefully become uninteresting.

There were no distractions left. All eyes were on you, and there was no way around. Closing your eyes, in a strained whisper, you finally replied to his call.

"Why won't you just let me go?"

Upon hearing your meek response, Jake's shoulders sunk as he released a long breath, glancing at his mate before returning his eyes to you. As you opened your eyes, staring down at your lap, you cursed yourself furiously.

Your inability to meet his request was the confirmation he needed. Jake had succeeded in squeezing a portion of the truth out of you. Though it was indirect, it was enough to let them both know that they'd been right all along. Something was wrong.

At last, with this verification in mind, Jake felt comfortable switching his tactics. This weight was holding your heart hostage, and he needed to aid you in freeing it from your soul.

Nodding slightly, Jake cupped one of your cheeks. "Okay," he whispered, "Okay, baby, look at me."

Their quiet sympathy had cracked your resolve open. It was too late to pull back now. They were making their way in.

On the defense, you shook your head harshly. "No."

"Look at me," Jake repeated, never raising his tone.

"No," you hissed, brushing his hand off.

"Mawey, 'itetsyìp," Neytiri cooed, scooting forward.

"I said no!" you shrieked, yelping as Jake gently gripped your biceps.

"You're okay," he whispered, cupping your cheeks in one last attempt to find your eyes, "Just meet my gaze, baby girl. Please."

Eventually, with hesitant, audible breaths, your eyes met his. Soon after, mountainous feelings of regret, panic, pain, and relief flushed through every organ within your body.

His eyes--the embodiment of acceptance--remained unmoving as they zeroed in on you. His eyebrows, which had been creased together in concern and concentration, relaxed when your eyes met his. His mouth, pulled into a gentle smile, muttered the breaking words.

"You're hiding behind this anger," he whispered, shaking his head, "but you can let go now. Release it here. Just release it right here."

Gently, he took your forearms again, pressing your palms against his chest. Though your lips were squeezed together, a distinguishable sob tore its way through your throat. Then, you inhaled deeply, greedily sucking air through your nose, before exhaling harshly. Your chest rumbled as you constricted with each struggling breath.

Jake's expression grew solemn as he rubbed his thumbs over your skin. "Baby, please," he cooed, "You're gonna hurt yourself."

For a split second, his gaze subconsciously shifted to Neytiri. She caught this, scooting closer and taking your shoulder firmly--silently offering another brace to collapse onto.

Another muffled sob rumbled in your throat, but you forced your lips closed. Blinking frantically, you looked up, shaking your head as your teeth clenched.

"We've got you, baby girl. Come on," he encouraged, "Let it happen."

"Mm, mm," you hummed, shaking your head.

"You're so close, baby, please," he pleaded gently, "You gotta let it out."

You began to see red as an electrifying shock of frustration shot through your body. In that moment, his resolve, so calm and collected compared to your angering one, made you despise him.

As you pushed against him, your shoves grew rougher. He maintained his grip on your forearms--tight enough to keep you seated in place, but loose enough to allow you to move your arms.

Neytiri watched as you shoved Jake, preparing to reach out and stop your movements. However, Jake gripped her arm before she could, shaking his head quickly. She gawked at him for a moment, before pulling back and gripping your shoulder, once again.

"Keep going," he encouraged, "That's it."

"Stop it!" you hollered, beginning to swat weakly at his chest, "Daddy, stop it! Why wouldn't you let me go?"

"You're holding in too much, sweetheart," he replied calmly, barely moving as you grew physical, "I couldn't let it continue."

"But, Daddy, I can't!" you shrieked, finally freeing your sobs as tears fell, "They're gonna kill me!"

Jake's mouth gaped slightly as he finally released a breath.

"There it is," he breathed, keeping his grip on your arms as you spazzed.

You shook your head, beginning to relax your arms. "They're gonna fucking kill me, Daddy," you whimpered, falling slack as you gave in, "I don't know how to make them stop."

Jake nodded, feeling immense relief wash through his veins as he pulled you closer. "Okay, baby, okay," he replied, still breathless from emotional exhaustion, "You come right here and tell me about it, alright?"

Though you shook your head in protest, feebly fighting against him, you allowed him to pull you to his lap. He grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his neck. When you tucked your head into his neck, feeling his necklace brush against your skin, you made one last attempt to withhold your cries.

However, Jake caught this immediately, and gently coaxed your choking over the edge. "Go on," he whispered, "Go on."

Your body's fierce determination to unburden itself pushed through. A deep wail escaped your lips as you submitted to the overpowering grief.

"There it is," Jake guided, squeezing you tighter, "There it is . . . and deep breath--that's it."

Caving, your body intuitively followed his instructions. After gasping for air, another sob ripped through your chest.

"There you go," he whispered, cupping your head, "That's it, baby, that's it."

After speaking incoherently, you released a scream before shoving your face into his neck. "I didn't want this, Daddy!" you hollered.

"I know, sweetheart. Trust me," he answered gently, "But you needed it."

Neteyam and Lo'ak peeked in, having grown alarmed when they heard all the screaming. From the spot where she was holding your back, Neytiri glanced back, sensing the pairs of eyes on them. She shot the boys a warning look, raising her eyebrows threateningly. Immediately receiving the message, they backed away and left.

"You tell me all about it," Jake whispered, pressing a kiss against your temple.

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𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘 :

Thanator - or the Na'vi name Palulukan (meaning "dry mouth bringer of fear") is a carnivorous animal native to the forests of Pandora.

Yawntu - a loved one, lover, beloved person. This is commonly used as a term of endearment.

Woodsprites - or the Na'vi name Atokirina is a seed of the Tree of Souls that lives on Pandora. These seeds, according to the Na'vi, are very pure and sacred spirits.

Skxwang - a person who acts/is a moron or an idiot.

Mawey - a term equivalent to the human version of "stay calm/ be calm".

Awa'atlu -  a Metkayina Clan village off the coast of the Eastern Sea.

Uturu - a Na'vi tradition stating that any refugee seeking sanctuary must be granted safe harbor.

Skimwings - or the Na'vi name: Tsurak is a Pandoran creature inhabiting the tropical oceans. The Metkayina clan and other reef clans use the Skimwing for hunting larger prey at the surface or to dive deeper. It is also used as a mount during combat.

Melìew - your mother's name in this story.

Olo'eyktan - the clan leader is one of the most important members of a Na'vi clan and is similar to a chieftain. The leader is in charge of the clan and may rule along with their mate.

Tsahìk - the spiritual leader of a Na'vi clan, and the most important member next to the clan leader. The job of the Tsahìk is to interpret the will of Eywa, guide the clan spiritually, and perform important ceremonies such as Uniltaron and, in rare cases, the consciousness transfer.

Tulkun - a large, intelligent marine species native to the oceans of Pandora. Each Metkayina member engages a lifelong bond with a tulkun early in their life, whom they call their spirit brother/sister.

Payakan - Payakan is a young tulkun who befriends Lo'ak, one of Jake Sully and Neytiri's children, after saving his life.

Neteyam and yourself were a force to reckon with. Your souls are intertwined and saved for one another. It was unspoken throughout the clan that you would be each other's mates when the right time came. An official seal, partners for a lifetime - even once your spirit settles with Eywa.

That's how it was supposed to be.

no words…this was so beautifully painful 💔

Just Around The Riverbend

Pre-Avatar Way of the Water

Jake Sully x daughter!reader

I feel like we can all agree that Jake is THE king of girl dads.

Jake liked to give each of his children his time as they grew up. One thing he never wanted to make the mistake of was neglecting any of his children. He wanted each and every one of them to have a day of his undivided attention. Whether it was flying his ikran with Lo’ak, hunting with his eldest. Letting his girls lead him on an exploration through Pandora’s forests there was something unique, something special that he always made sure to treasure with his children. 

For you, it was the water. On especially warm days you’d beg your father to take you down to the waters when he wasn’t leading a hunting party. And how could he say no? You’d pout your lips and look up at him with those big beautiful eyes you’d inherited from your mother and he was like putty in your hands. 

Your fathers hand pressed into your stomach gently as the pa’li languidly trotted through the thickets of the forest. 

You whined silent and pressed back into your father looking up at him. And though he didn’t look down he could see the pout on your lips and the impatient look in your eyes. “Are we close yet?” He knew for certain your impatience was directly from him. 

But he wouldn’t fall prey to those pouty eyes again. “Not yet, what does mommy say?”

“Be patient,” and you settled back into your father deciding to busy yourself with your hair which you twirled and pinched at the braids that silently clinked together. Mommy braided it similar to her own adding the pretty beads you would twirl with as she held you in her arms. While your father indulges in your explorations you prefer the comfort of your home in your mothers arms together. 

In the brightness of the night in the home tree on the branches with a view of the stars, your mother would tenderly braid your hair. Slowly she’d twist and plait while her songs filled the night air lulling you into a near slumber. And on some nights you’d join in having memorized them by heart. Your mother would coo and praise you, telling you one day you’d sing for the people. 

Your daydreaming unbeknownst to you was enough to keep you distracted for the remainder of the journey. When you felt your father finally slowing down you perked up. A beautiful fall filled with small creatures led down a ways. The sounds of the water and animals were peaceful, and the beauty of it all left you in awe. 

Your father disconnected his queue and helped you down, but as soon as you feet touched the grass you shot like a bullet into the water. 

And Jake watched on huffing with a smile as he watched your face light up with every splash you made. It was like Eywa was smiling down on you with how the sunlight beamed so beautifully down onto you. No matter how many times he took you to fly or ride out into the forests, you were always left amazed by the beauties of Pandora.

You looked like a princess out of a fairy tale.

“Daddy come in!” Your squeals shook Jake out his thoughts and led the pa’li down a way to drink from the waters before entering and sitting along the grass. You pouted and swam toward your father grabbing his ankle and pulling as hard as you could. But you’d need at least ten more of you if you wanted to pull your father into the water!

And so you pulled again letting out a low growl that your fathers ears picked up on, “oh? Is that a naughty nantang I hear?” You giggled letting out more of your scary growls this time playfully nipping your fathers hands that attempted to pry you away. “Oh and this one bites too! Well…” Your father let out a mighty roar and in one quick move scooped you into his arms twirling the both of you into the water.

Your squeals and giggles were like music to his ears as he held you high above then brought you down to blow a big raspberry into the side of your face. Your hands pushed against your fathers face pleading him to stop. When you were finally left breathless he let you down to hold you into his side, he smoothed your wet braids out from your face to get a good look at your face. 

“Has the naughty nantang learned its lesson?” Your bubbling giggles were enough for him to know that you were far from done. 

You would spend the entirety of that afternoon splashing in the waters with your father. You’d swim together down the lazy rivers and race your father back to the waterfall. He claims it was a tie but you let your father win because he wasn’t the strongest swimmer like you were. The naughty nantang came back from revenge but the mighty Toruk Makto tamed the beast in an instant. 

And just as the sun slowly began to disappear from the sky Jake brought out Neteyam’s old bow and arrows. Your fathers eyes latched onto a plump fish that was attempting to hide away between the rocks. 

“Right there,” you whispered to the breeze, allowing your fathers hands to adjust your stance. 

“Careful. Breath through here.” He pressed onto your stomach which flexed from the deep breath you took and then, “release.” the bow shot out right into the fish. You waded into the water and scooped the flopping fish up showing it to your father who praised you and asked if you wanted to try again. 

You’d caught three others lying in a pile next to the two of you as you watched the sun slowly eclipse, eating berries you had snuck from your grandmother. In actuality she knew you had a taste for them and always left them out in a place that was easy enough for you to pocket.

Your feet slowly kicked through the waters as your head lay on your fathers arm. You quietly hummed into the silence of the oncoming night. A sweet song of thanks. And so with your eyes closed you focused on your silent prayer. You thanked Eywa for the fish you caught, for this day with your father and for your father who looked down at you with a sweet love in his eyes at your swaying. 

“What are you singing babygirl?” 

Your eyes remained pressed shut in focus but in just barely a whisper you answered, “to the great mother, I wanted to thank her.”

“Oh, what are you thanking her for?” He knows you liked to practice the thanks to Eywa that hunters whispered, but you recited it perfectly with him for the fish you’d caught. 

“You daddy.” You didn’t see the lone tear that Jake failed to contain, but he didn’t care. He would weep for days at the love that filled his heart for you. And so he leaned down and pressed his forehead to your own gently as to not interrupt your singing and whispered, “yeah, and I thank her for you too babygirl.”

this was the cutest!!!