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courtesy or more than that? part 1 part 2 part3

Neteyam is no longer the untouchable “perfect son” but a 18‑year‑old young man learning to balance responsibility with his own desires. Between his meticulous routines, quiet moments of self‑care, and the warmth of family dinners, he finds himself increasingly drawn to Tsawke(oc)What begins as subtle admiration slowly unfolds into a tender, almost secret affection.

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Courtesy or more than that? 3

Synopsis: The journey begins, but not in the way Neteyam expected. Forced to leave behind his checklists and supply boxes, the Sullys' "perfect son" must learn to trust Tsawke's organized chaos. From the red earth of Misiones to the golden wetlands of Santa Fe, the miles traveled begin to dismantle Neteyam's barriers, revealing that the true destination isn't a place on the map, but the freedom to be himself alongside the girl who smells of jasmine and the open road.

Warnings: Human AU, fluff, slow burn, slight mentions of Sully family dynamics, Neteyam being an "overthinker."

HUMAN SULLY FAMILY

<<1 < PART 2

The sun was just beginning to tint the horizon of the reserve in orange when the roar of Tsawke's Jeep shattered the morning silence. Neteyam, who had been awake since five mentally reviewing a twenty-point checklist, stepped out of the house carrying two tactical backpacks, an extra thermal sleeping pad, and a supply box that seemed to hold enough food for a month.

He was focused, moving with that military efficiency Jake had instilled in him, trying to wedge the third backpack into the Jeep’s narrow trunk when a firm hand, covered by the sleeve of a technical jacket, rested on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

“Sully, stop.” Tsawke’s voice was low, tinged with sleep but carrying that natural authority that always managed to disarm him.

Neteyam turned around, still holding a high-altitude sleeping bag. “I’m just making sure we have what’s necessary, Tsawke. Patagonia isn’t the northern sector; the weather there is…”

“The weather there is cold, not the zombie apocalypse,” she interrupted with a lopsided smile. She took a step closer, invading that personal space Neteyam no longer tried to protect. She began pulling out half of the things he had just packed from the back of the car. “You’ve got emergency rations for ten days, three sets of tools, and… seriously, Neteyam? An industrial water purification kit?”

“You never know if the cabin filters will be…” he tried to justify himself, feeling the heat rise up his neck.

Tsawke let out a soft laugh and set the box down on the dirt ground. She crossed her arms, leaning against the side of the Jeep, and looked him up and down. Neteyam had his braids perfectly gathered and was wearing a jacket that still smelled of clean laundry—a total contrast to her, who wore her usual "ready for chaos" look.

“Listen to me, perfectionist,” she said, closing the distance until Neteyam could smell the coffee she had just finished. “We’re going to see glaciers, not found a colony. If you fill the Jeep like this, there won't be any room for us to stretch our legs when we have to sleep in the seat because the rain won’t let us pitch the tent.”

She reached out and, with an almost distracted gesture, adjusted the strap of the backpack he was still wearing, her fingers brushing against his chest. Neteyam held his breath.

“Take half of that out,” she ordered, but her brown eyes sparkled with a tenderness that contradicted her tone. “Leave room for what’s important.”

“And what’s important, according to you?” Neteyam asked, regaining a bit of his confidence and lowering his voice.

Tsawke shrugged, hopping into the driver’s seat with enviable agility. “The sound system, my camera, and you not being so stressed that you forget to look at the landscape because you’re too busy checking the GPS. Get in, Sully. Either leave the dead weight behind, or stay here doing inventory with your father.”

Neteyam looked at the boxes on the ground and then at her, as she was already starting the engine. He let out a sigh. “Can we negotiate?” Neteyam asked, checking the boxes.

“Fine. Calculate four days' worth of supplies in those boxes because I’m already carrying the rest… and you’re not taking your tools unless it’s the basic survival kit, because I’ve already got the other stuff,” Tsawke determined, looking at him from the driver's window.

With a mix of resignation and an euphoria he couldn't hide, he left the extra boxes by the side of the road (Lo'ak would deal with picking them up and mocking him later) and climbed into the passenger seat.

As he closed the door, the space inside the Jeep felt small, intimate, and dangerously private, yet there was enough room to move or sleep. Tsawke shifted into first gear, and as they left the reserve, Neteyam realized that, for the first time in his life, he didn’t care about not having a Plan B. With Plan A—which was her—he had more than enough.

Several hours passed before the change in the road began to show. The landscape of the reserve disappeared in the rearview mirror, replaced little by little by the vastness of the open highway. During the first hour, the silence in the Jeep wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was charged.

Tsawke drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the window, rhythmically tapping the frame to the beat of an indie-rock song that filled the space. Neteyam, for his part, tried to concentrate on the digital map on his tablet, but his eyes kept returning to the warmth of her profile.

“Are you going to keep analyzing that screen, or are you going to admit you’re a little afraid of getting lost?” she asked without taking her eyes off the road.

Neteyam locked the tablet and set it on the dashboard. “I was just thinking about the tire pressure sensor being stable. The extra weight…”

“Sully,” she cut him off, this time with a real smile, not a mocking one. “Relax. Look outside.”

He sighed and forced himself to lean back in the seat. For the first time in years, he didn’t have to report to his father, nor mediate a fight with Lo’ak, nor watch over Tuk to make sure she didn’t fall into the river. It was just him, the asphalt, and the girl who smelled like the freedom he had never dared to ask for.

“In a little while we’ll enter Corrientes; I might detour toward the wetlands… I don’t know if it’ll be our first camping stop, but it’s a nice place to have lunch and rest before continuing on the route.”

Neteyam nodded, letting his body finally sink into the Jeep’s leather seat. The idea of the Esteros del Iberá fascinated him; he had read about the area's biodiversity, but seeing it through Tsawke’s eyes—who seemed to know every corner of the map as if it were her own backyard—was something entirely different.

“Iberá sounds good,” he murmured, allowing himself to close his eyes for a second. “I’ve seen photos of the channels, but I guess nothing does justice to actually being there.”

“Not even close,” she replied, turning up the music a bit. “Get ready, Sully. The ground there is water disguised as grass. If you sink, don’t expect me to use my Jeep to pull you out; I’ll leave you there with the capybaras.”

Neteyam let out a soft laugh, the first of many to come on this trip.

Two hours later, the suffocating humidity of the Iguazú jungle began to give way to an open, windier heat. The red earth of Misiones gradually faded into a paler ochre as they crossed the provincial border.

Tsawke turned the wheel with skill, veering off the main highway to head down the roads leading into the wetlands. The Jeep bounced rhythmically over the uneven terrain, and Neteyam had to grab the ceiling handle to keep from landing on her lap (though a part of him didn’t think that would exactly be a problem).

“Look at that,” Tsawke said, pointing toward a mirror of water stretching to the right of the road.

Neteyam leaned out the window. The landscape was surreal. Thousands of hectares of shimmering water, covered in water lilies and lotus flowers, where the wildlife seemed to be the true owner of the place. A group of capybaras lounged in the sun, completely indifferent to the Jeep passing by.

Tsawke stopped the vehicle near a small natural pier, where a lone willow tree offered generous shade. The silence of the place was interrupted only by the birdsong and the hum of dragonflies.

“Technical break,” she announced, jumping out of the Jeep before the engine had even finished cooling. “Pull out one of your 'negotiated supply' boxes, Sully. Let’s see if you packed anything decent.”

Neteyam climbed down with more relaxed movements. While she pulled a plaid blanket from the trunk, he looked for some food. As he approached her under the willow, he noticed Tsawke had taken off her technical jacket, leaving her in a black tank top that revealed her tattoos under the light filtered through the leaves.

They sat on the blanket, sharing sandwiches that Neytiri had prepared at the last minute and a thermos of cold water.

“See?” she said, pointing toward the horizon where the sky and water merged into an infinite blue. “This is what you were missing by counting how many spare bandages you had in your inventory.”

Neteyam looked at her. She had a small blade of grass in her hair and a lost gaze in the landscape, a peace she rarely showed at the reserve.

“You’re right,” he admitted, lowering his voice. “Though the inventory is still important.”

“You’re incorrigible,” she laughed, giving him a playful shove with her shoulder that made him lose his balance. “But I guess that’s why I invited you. Someone has to make sure we don’t forget to eat because we're too busy looking at the birds.”

Neteyam smiled, feeling the knot of responsibility he always carried in his chest loosen a bit more. Corrientes was just the beginning, and he already felt that this trip was going to change his definition of "home" forever.

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The passage through the Subfluvial Tunnel left Neteyam in a contemplative silence. He had gone from thick jungle to driving beneath the bed of one of the largest rivers on the continent. By the time they emerged on the Santa Fe side, the sky had become a vast, pink canvas, without a single mountain to interrupt the horizon line, bathing the Paraná River in a metallic gold tone. Tsawke decided they wouldn't continue to Córdoba that night; the driver’s fatigue was starting to show in her shoulders, even if she refused to admit it.

“We’ll look for a spot near the river,” Tsawke said, consulting her physical map as the Jeep moved along the route. “There’s a campground near Cayastá that’s usually empty this time of year. It has good trees and, most importantly, firm ground for the setup.”

They detoured toward a natural park near the coast, an open space with 4x4 access where the brush was low and the ground firm enough for the Jeep.

They arrived as the blue light of twilight began to dominate the landscape. The campground was a wide area, surrounded by weeping willows and the constant sound of water gently lapping against the shore. Tsawke maneuvered the Jeep with a precision Neteyam couldn’t help but admire, parking it under the protection of a cluster of trees.

“Alright, Sully, this is where you’ll see why I didn’t need your ten supply boxes,” Tsawke said with a spark of pride in her eyes as she killed the engine near a group of willows overlooking the river.

Neteyam got out of the car, stretching his back with a crack. He watched with curiosity as she nimbly climbed onto the roof of the Jeep. With a few precise movements, Tsawke released the latches of the robust rooftop tent. In a matter of minutes, the structure unfolded upward like an accordion, and then she let down the heavy canvas extension that reached the ground, creating a closed, private room right next to the vehicle.

“It’s… impressive,” Neteyam admitted, stepping closer to help secure the folding ladder. The “ground floor” of the tent served as a perfect refuge against the mosquitoes and the river wind, while the main sleeping area remained elevated on the roof of the Jeep.

“It’s efficient,” she corrected with a wink. “And it keeps us off the damp ground. Go up and drop off the sleeping bags while I set up the kitchen.”

Neteyam climbed the small metal ladder. The interior of the rooftop tent smelled like adventure and clean canvas. It was a small space, but perfectly designed for two people. As he laid out the sleeping bags side by side, he felt his heart hammering against his ribs. The intimacy of the Jeep was already a lot, but the mere thought of sharing this elevated refuge, isolated from the world, took things to a level his mind still didn’t know how to process.

When he climbed down, Tsawke had already lit a small camping stove, and the aroma of coffee and reheated stew began to float through the cool Santa Fe night air.

“Everything ready upstairs?” she asked, handing him a metal mug.

“All set,” he replied, sitting beside her in a pair of folding chairs.

They stayed in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the river and the distant croaking of frogs. The air in Santa Fe was different from Misiones; it was lighter, more open. Neteyam looked at Tsawke, whose silhouette was outlined against the light of the small stove. The hanging lantern cast soft shadows against the canvas walls, isolating them from the rest of the world. For the first time, he didn’t feel like the heir to the reserve, nor she like the rebellious scientist. They were just two people, lost in the middle of the road, with thousands of miles ahead of them.

“Tomorrow we cross into Córdoba,” she commented, breaking the silence. “Get ready, Sully. That’s where the air starts getting serious.”

“You know,” Neteyam said, while stirring a simple noodle stew in the pot, “I never thought I could feel this much peace being a thousand miles away from home.”

Tsawke, who was sitting on a toolbox starting to check her camera, looked up. The lamp's light highlighted the orange in her curls. She stared at him for a moment in silence, letting the sound of the river and the soft bubbling of dinner fill the space.

“It’s because here, no one expects you to be 'Son of the Year,' Neteyam,” she said with an honesty that caught him off guard. “Here, you’re just a guy on a road trip. And I like this guy better than the one who always has a clipboard in his hand.”

Neteyam didn’t respond with words. He simply leaned back and allowed himself to enjoy the moment. He looked down at the food, trying to hide the smile that threatened to give him away.

That night, under the Santa Fe sky, the tent extension felt much larger than it was, as if those canvas walls could hold all the things they didn’t yet dare to say out loud.

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courtesy or more than that?

Sinopsis: On a day marked by the humidity of the reserve and the unmistakable scent of jasmine and coconut, Neteyam Sully struggles to maintain his facade as the efficient leader everyone expects, while his inner world is destabilized by Tsawke’s presence. What begins as a routine workday transforms into a series of silent revelations: from the discovery that Neteyam keeps her scent on his clothes, to the domestic warmth of shared breakfasts at the Sully house, where the barriers between the professional and the personal vanish.

Pairing: clueless reader (female OC) × Human!Neteyam

Warnings: lots of fluff, Human AU. In this universe Neteyam is 18. To understand this AU you need to read the blogs that explains the dynamics between the characters:

HUMAN SULLY FAMILY

< PART 1 PART 3>

 ── ・⸝⸝  ⟢  ⸝⸝・ ──

The North Sector of the reserve was buzzing with activity. A supply truck had arrived early, and the air was thick with humidity and the smell of wet tires. Neteyam was there, trying to project the image of the efficient leader everyone expected, but his mind was a chaos of jasmine and coconut.

Neteyam was noting the arrival of boxes of medicine and animal supplements on his tablet. When he heard the roar of Tsawke’s Jeep, his heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself not to look up immediately.

Tsawke jumped out of the vehicle, her braid impeccable and her work shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing her tattoos. She approached him with that feline step that characterized her.

—"Punctual as always, Sully. I thought your mother’s sheets had trapped you," she said with a lopsided smile, brushing past him to grab one of the heavy boxes as if it weighed nothing.

Neteyam closed the tablet and joined the heavy lifting. —"I’m the chief’s son, Tsawke. Punctuality is in my DNA," he replied, trying to sound confident.

He stood beside her to lift a medical equipment container. As he did, Neteyam’s arm brushed hers. In that instant, the scent of jasmine and coconut invaded his senses again. It wasn’t the faint trace from the t-shirt; it was her, real and present.

Neteyam froze for half a second, holding the box in mid-air. His fingers slipped slightly and the box wobbled.

—"Careful, 'Teyam. If you break the ultrasound equipment, Jake is going to have you cleaning monkey cages for a month," Tsawke said, placing a hand over his to stabilize the load.

She stayed there for a moment, her hand over his, looking him straight in the eyes. Tsawke had her full attention on him. She usually looked bored or distracted by half the world—there were exceptions: Neytiri, Leon, Tuk, Trudy, and the animals—and Neteyam felt she could read every single one of his thoughts about the t-shirt hidden in his closet by the way her brown eyes looked directly into his with the attention she granted to very few.

—"You’re being weird today," she murmured, lowering her voice so the other workers wouldn't hear. —"You have that look you get when you’re trying to solve a math problem you don’t understand. Did you sleep well?"

Neteyam swallowed hard, feeling his ears grow hot. —"Yes, perfectly. Just... a lot of caffeine at breakfast..."

Tsawke narrowed her eyes, amused. She leaned in closer, invading his personal space. She opened her mouth to say something when her nose wrinkled in a confused expression; she sniffed the air near his neck.

—"It’s curious... you smell exactly like my hair oil. Did you happen to use your sisters' or Neytiri’s shampoo to smell like Jasmine?"

Neteyam almost dropped the box again. —"No! I... it’s the house soap, for sure."

Tsawke let out a short laugh and went back to loading supplies, but before walking away, she winked at him.

—"If you wanted to copy my perfume, you only had to ask, Sully. No need to be so secretive."

Neteyam stood there, frozen in the middle of the mud, watching her walk away with a box on her shoulder. A mocking, euphoric smile spread across his face as he adjusted his uniform. He knew she had caught him, but most importantly, she didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy it.

—"Everything okay, bro?" Spider asked, passing by with a bundle of hay.

—"Better than ever, Spider. Better than ever," Neteyam replied, returning to work with renewed energy, feeling that her attention on him had just dialed up a notch.

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In this modern universe, breakfasts at the Sully house are the epicenter of the reserve. It’s not planned; it just happens. Around 6:30 AM, Jake and Neytiri’s kitchen becomes a service station for the younger workers.

Tsawke and Spider usually arrive together, sometimes in her Jeep or on the reserve’s motorcycles, smelling of morning dew and reheated coffee. They don’t knock; they walk through the kitchen as if they live there. While Spider goes straight to the fridge to fight Lo'ak for the orange juice, Tsawke moves with natural calm, greeting Mo'at with a kiss on the cheek and helping Neytiri set the plates. It’s a scene full of life and "small moments."

Neteyam always tries to look presentable once he noticed Tsawke and Spider started coming over for breakfast more often, but when Tsawke sits next to him, his professionalism wavers. He slides her coffee over exactly how she likes it (black, very strong).

Jake simply loves observing the scene from the head of the table, half-hidden behind his newspaper or tablet, enjoying the noise. To him, seeing Spider and Tsawke there is a sign that the reserve is in good hands; besides, those two young workers are usually quite solitary, so seeing them being friends with his children is a pleasant sight. Meanwhile, Neytiri enjoys feeding everyone. She often puts an extra portion for Tsawke, knowing the girl will skip lunch if she gets lost on a patrol in the North Sector.

When breakfast ends, the house empties in a rush. Everyone heads to the vehicles: Spider and Lo'ak competing to see who reaches the stables first, Kiri and Tuk walking toward the visitor center, and Neteyam and Tsawke walking a bit slower toward the Jeep.

In that moment, when they are out of Lo'ak’s earshot, Tsawke stops and adjusts the collar of Neteyam’s shirt. There it is again, that detail of hers.

In the reserve, the work never stops, and for Neteyam, the hours of patrol or maintenance with Tsawke are the moments where the line between "coworkers" and "something more" becomes dangerously thin.

Don’t misunderstand—Neteyam loves those small moments of attention from Tsawke. But he can’t help feeling sometimes that he confuses kindness with flirting... At least, that was the case until today.

So many things happened during the day that he didn't really know what to think anymore. In the morning, they had received a report of an injured animal near the mangroves. Neteyam carried the medical gear on his back and Tsawke went ahead, moving through the mud with an agility that left him mesmerized.

The terrain was difficult. At one point, Neteyam slipped on a submerged root. Before he could fall into the water, Tsawke’s hand caught him with impressive strength. She didn't let go immediately. She pulled him toward her, leaving them only inches apart. The heat of their bodies contrasted with the cold humidity of the forest. With a husky whisper, she said: "Watch your step, Sully. If you get that perfect uniform dirty, your mother is going to blame me."

Neteyam, still trying to regain his balance but without pulling away: "Maybe I just wanted to see if your reflexes were as fast as you say." The result? She gave him a playful shove on the shoulder and kept walking, but Neteyam noticed that for the rest of the way, she made sure to leave space so he could step exactly where she did, while still maintaining proximity, their hands brushing occasionally.

Later, when they were returning to the Jeep, it started to rain. They took shelter in Tsawke’s cabin because the rain became much heavier, and usually, during rain, the path from Tsawke’s cabin to Neteyam’s house inside the compound is slippery and dangerous since it’s dirt. It’s currently being remodeled.

Tsawke insisted until she got Neteyam to shower and wear her brother Leon’s clothes while she showered in her bedroom’s bathroom. When she came out, drying her braids with a towel, he was petrified seeing her making popcorn in baggy clothes with her curls tied up in a bun.

He stood in silence observing the scene with a slight need not to break the peace of the place. Neteyam knows perfectly well that Tsawke is usually very reserved or sometimes distrustful when her intuition says something specific about someone she doesn't trust; everyone knows Tsawke doesn't get involved more than necessary... And now that he thinks seriously about it, watching her continue making snacks after noticing him and telling him they were going to have a movie marathon until the rain stopped... He realizes that maybe she does appreciate his company. The rain wasn't that heavy; she could have easily driven him home. Instead, they took shelter in her cabin to watch movies... Plus, they were watching his favorite movie. They got comfortable on the sofa; she placed her legs across his lap, lying completely down on the sofa while he sat with the bowl of popcorn in his left hand. He dared to place his right hand on one of her thighs when her leg was about to slip off the couch... and she said absolutely nothing. They continued watching and commenting on the movie as if his heart wasn't doing backflips over the closeness between them.

Anything else to add to the day?

That midday storm, which ended around 3:00 PM, had damaged the radio tower sensors at the highest point of the reserve. They went up together at 9:00 PM to fix it before the next rain front arrived. Up there, the wind blew hard. Neteyam was focused with the electric screwdriver, trying to see the wires under the light of his headlamp. Tsawke held the protection panel so the wind wouldn't hit his face. To protect themselves from the cold, they ended up pressed back-to-back while working on different sides of the panel.

"You know? You could have stayed down there. I could handle this alone."

"And miss the chance to see you fight a copper wire for an hour? No way. Besides... it’s quieter up here than in the house with Lo'ak and Spider."

He simply let out a laugh and continued working, ignoring the fact that he could now feel her hand on his back as she adjusted herself to hold the panel better and make his work more comfortable. When they finished, they sat for a few minutes on the edge of the platform, looking at the distant lights of the compound buildings. Tsawke rested her head on Neteyam’s shoulder for a second—a gesture of trust so rare in her that Neteyam almost stopped breathing so as not to break the moment.

These moments of the day simply left Neteyam physically and emotionally exhausted. When they got into the Jeep to rest for a bit, Neteyam just closed his eyes, leaning back in the passenger seat. Tsawke was sitting with her muddy boots hanging outside the vehicle with the door open, checking a physical map and her passport full of stamps. "Hey, Sully," she said without looking away from the map, receiving only a murmur of a "yes" in response from Neteyam. "I get vacation in two weeks. I’m going to Patagonia. There’s a puma reserve I want to see and a couple of glaciers that won't be there forever."

Neteyam nodded, feeling that familiar sting of envy and resignation. "Sounds incredible, Tsawke. Bring back photos. You know Kiri loves cold landscapes."

Tsawke folded the map with a sharp movement and looked at him intently. Her orange streaks glowed under the moonlight.

"I don't want to bring back photos. I want someone to help me with the camping gear and who won't complain when the coffee tastes like dirt."

Neteyam froze, opening his eyes just enough to look forward as if his neurons were working hard to reach a single idea. "Who are you going to convince? Spider?" He let out a light laugh, shifting in his seat.

Tsawke rolled her eyes and leaned toward him, invading his personal space until he could smell the jasmine in her hair.

"Spider is a mess. I’m talking to you, idiot. Do you want to come, or are you afraid the cold will mess up your braids?"

Neteyam’s brain made the same noise as an engine trying to start in winter. "Me? With you? But... the reserve... My dad needs me to help with the winter inventory and..."

"Jake already said yes," she interrupted him with a smirk. "I talked to him this afternoon. He said it would do you good to stop being so 'uptight' and see a bit of the real world. So the only question is if you dare."

Neteyam felt a surge of euphoria that almost made him jump, but he forced himself to maintain a minimum of dignity, settling back into the seat to look her in the eyes with a half-smile.

"Well... if my father insists... and if you really need someone who knows how to read a GPS better than you do..."

"Don't make me regret it, Sully," she joked, but her gaze was unusually soft. At that response, he gave a nervous smile before buckling his seatbelt as she started the Jeep.

"Yes, I’d love to go with you," he finally said. They remained in a comfortable silence while Neteyam celebrated mentally, seeing the smile and the faint blush on her cheeks.

And there he finally understood, while looking out the Jeep window, that his feelings are most likely reciprocated—since she asked HIM to go on the trip and not Leon. And if not, let him be happy with that illusion he’s been waiting for almost a year, wondering if he could make a move or not. But his respectful nature and knowing that Tsawke is hard to get close to had prevented him from taking a romantic step.

Now, he simply waits for the trip with great anticipation.

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

< PART 1 PART 3>

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courtesy or more than that?

Sinopsis: In this Human AU, Neteyam is no longer the untouchable “perfect son” but a 18‑year‑old young man learning to balance responsibility with his own desires. Between his meticulous routines, quiet moments of self‑care, and the warmth of family dinners, he finds himself increasingly drawn to Tsawke, Leon’s younger sister. What begins as subtle admiration—her noticing his carefully braided hair, her presence at the Sully household—slowly unfolds into a tender, almost secret affection. Neteyam’s quiet victories, like receiving a single compliment from her, become monumental in his private world, revealing a side of him that is vulnerable, hopeful, and deeply human.

Warnings: lots of fluff, Human AU. In this universe Neteyam is 18. To understand this AU you need to read the blog that explains the dynamics between the characters:

Human Sully Family

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Pairing: clueless reader (female OC) × Human!Neteyam

 ── ・⸝⸝  ⟢  ⸝⸝・ ──

Within the quiet sanctuary of his room—far from Jake’s watchful eyes and Lo’ak’s restless antics—Neteyam finally allowed himself to shed the mantle of the “perfect son” and simply exist as a young man of Eighteen. Rare were the moments when he could truly breathe, yet he cherished them. Often, he spent time with Leon, who had become more than a mentor, almost an elder brother. Leon had taught him much, lessons that now shaped Neteyam’s responsibilities within the Sully reserve. Still, beyond conversation, meals, or companionship, what Neteyam treasured most was solitude.

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the window or the muted warmth of his bedside lamp. Here, he indulged in a ritual that felt like therapy: tending to his equipment. With meticulous care, he dismantled and polished his tools—his sporting bow, his knives, his mechanical instruments. Each piece restored to order gave him a sense of control, a fragile balance he often lacked in the chaos of social life. Music played softly in the background, never intrusive—perhaps lo-fi, perhaps the acoustic melodies Neytiri favored—something that allowed his thoughts to wander while his hands worked with precision.

Yet his social life carried its own quiet rituals. Neteyam had always cared about his appearance, but lately he had become almost obsessive. Night after night, he sat before the mirror, undoing and reweaving a braid ten times over until not a single strand dared rebel. The rhythm of his fingers was a meditation, a calming tide that stilled his mind.

And when he walked the compound, fulfilling his duties as always, there was a secret he carried with a hint of embarrassment: he longed for the praise of one particular voice. Tsawke. Leon’s younger sister, sharp-eyed and diligent, one of the finest workers in the reserve. For three years she had proven herself observant, analytical—and she noticed everything. She always noticed Neteyam’s hair. Her words of admiration, marveling at his patience and skill, meant more to him than he dared admit. Especially when she confessed her own struggle with her wild curls, a contrast that made her compliments all the sweeter.

That night, the reserve breathed with freshness, the air scented by damp earth and alive with the chorus of nocturnal creatures. In the infirmary, Tsawke moved quietly, her calico-colored curls gathered into a messy bun, held by a golden clip that let orange and white strands spill free. A sleeveless shirt revealed the tattoos winding across her arms as she arranged gauze and antiseptics with practiced ease. She had taken the night shift so a colleague could celebrate her son’s birthday. For Tsawke, the hush of the clinic, paired with the gentle calm after rain, was a peace she cherished.

The door opened with a familiar creak. It was Neteyam, he looked relentless: he wore a dark blue linen shirt that highlighted his brown skin tone and, most notably, he had freshly styled Fulani braids that fell with precision.

“Almost didn’t recognize you without mud on your face, Sully,” Tsawke joked without lifting her eyes from the inventory.

Neteyam leaned on the doorframe, with that smile she knew was her weakness. “My mother insisted that today we all have dinner together. She says you work too much and doesn’t want you to have dinner alone while Leon is away helping at the Mendoza reserve. She doesn’t accept a no as an answer.”

Tsawke sighed, putting down the notebook. The idea of a homemade dinner cooked by Neytiri was much better than the vending machine sandwich or cold pizza she had planned. “All right. But if an emergency comes up with one of the baby coatis, I’m leaving.”

With that they walked toward the Sully house, which from the outside showed itself to be a cozy chaos. Jake, with his usual green reserve t-shirt and relaxed attitude, presided over the table while Neytiri and Mo’at finished serving a stew that smelled glorious.

It was a typical dinner; Lo’ak and Spider (who came straight from the stables with their hair a mess) fought over the last piece of bread. Kiri spoke with Tsawke about some strange plants she had found near one of the rivers.

Meanwhile Neteyam couldn’t stop looking at Tsawke sitting right across from him, trying to maintain his “older son” composure while Tuk told everyone how Tsawke had taught her to identify the tracks of different animals in the reserve or how she let her carry one of the baby coatis earlier before the mud fight between Lo’ak, Spider, and Neteyam happened.

Tsawke fit in perfectly. Although her style was rougher and more adventurous, Neytiri’s warmth and Mo’at’s wisdom made her feel she didn’t need to be defensive.

…

Around eleven at night, Tsawke stood up and looked for the keys to her Jeep that she had left on the entry table when she arrived.

“It’s been an incredible dinner, but I have to go back to the infirmary just in case, and then to my cabin,” she said, already adjusting her jacket.

Neytiri, who was picking up the dishes, looked at her with her maternal authority that no one dared to question. “No way, Tsawke. It has started raining again and the reserve roads are dangerous at night. Besides, the Jeep has one of the front lights failing, do you think I didn’t notice?”

“I can handle it, Neytiri, really. I don’t want to bother any more—” Tsawke tried to protest.

“No.” Neytiri said firmly with a steady smile. “You will stay in the guest room. Neteyam or Kiri can lend you clean clothes. Tomorrow morning you can leave, but tonight you sleep under this roof.”

Tsawke looked at Jake who only said, “We can’t risk your Jeep slipping on one of the roads in this rain.” And the girl turned to look at Neteyam for help, but he simply shrugged with a triumphant smile. “She’s right, the southern sector is very slippery. Stay, Tsawke…”

And after a silence where Tsawke shifted between looking at an authoritative Neytiri, a relaxed Jake finishing clearing the table, and a Neteyam drying his hands after cleaning the dishes, she simply accepted her fate, sighing as she left her jacket and keys on the entry table again.

…

Minutes later, Neteyam guided Tsawke to the guest room. He handed her one of his gray cotton t-shirts, which was big on her and smelled of the citrus detergent he used, along with a pair of Kiri’s plaid pajama shorts.

“Thanks, Sully,” she said, leaning on the doorway of the room already dressed, since Neteyam insisted on putting her clothes to wash so that in the morning she would have clean clothes (he knows she won’t go back to her cabin to change if she can save time). She looked strangely small without her work gear.

Neteyam stayed there a second longer, admiring how the few orange strands of her curly hair shone under the warm hallway light.

“You’re welcome. Rest… scientist. See you at breakfast.”

He turned to walk toward the laundry, but Tsawke called him in a whisper before he went further. “Hey… the new braids look good on you… good night, Teyam.”

Neteyam didn’t respond, but Lo’ak, who was passing through the hallway on his way to the bathroom, saw how his older brother entered the laundry room with a noticeable blush and a smile that couldn’t fit on his face.

Later that night, when Neteyam closed the door to his room and made sure the latch clicked, the mask of “perfect and serene” completely crumbled.

He leaned against the wooden door, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh he had been holding back ever since she told him about the braids.

He clenched his fists and released a whispered “YES!” in a near-shouted victory, while giving a small jump on the spot. He knew he probably looked a little ridiculous, but it wasn’t just any compliment; it was THE compliment. He had spent almost two hours or more in front of the mirror that afternoon, his arms aching from braiding and tightening each strand, searching for that perfect symmetry he knew Tsawke’s detail-oriented eyes would notice.

“She noticed… oh, she definitely noticed,” he murmured to himself, with a grin so wide it made his cheeks hurt.

He began pacing back and forth across the room, unable to stay still. He looked at himself in the wardrobe mirror, patting his own shoulder. “Good job, Sully. The effort was worth it.”

But what really had him on the verge of emotional collapse was the mental image of Tsawke, just a few meters away in the hallway, wearing his shirt. That gray cotton garment he used for sleeping now wrapped around the woman who occupied at least 60% of his thoughts.

He threw himself onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment he handed it to her. He had imagined that scene so many times—Tsawke in his space, with his scent, under his roof—that seeing it materialized felt like a dream.

—“It’s huge on her… and she looks incredible,” he thought, burying his face in the pillow to muffle a laugh of pure euphoria.

Suddenly, a rhythmic knock on the wall he shared with his brother’s room interrupted his trance.

—“I CAN HEAR YOU CELEBRATING FROM HERE, FREAK!” Lo’ak’s voice shouted through the wall. “Stop jumping on the bed, you’re going to knock down my posters!”

Neteyam froze, feeling the heat rise from his neck to his ears. —“Shut up, Lo’ak! I’m organizing my boots!” he shouted back, trying to recover his authoritative older-brother voice.

—“Yeah, right! Your boots don’t sigh like a lovesick girl!” Lo’ak replied, laughing.

Neteyam rolled his eyes, but couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He settled under the sheets, listening to the rain tapping against the window and knowing that, in the room next door, the “Shadow” was resting wrapped in his scent.

That night, the future director of the reserve didn’t sleep much; he was too busy planning how to act “casual” at breakfast, while his heart kept celebrating that blessed extra 5% of attention he had just earned.

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

The morning in the Sully house began with the usual aroma of strong coffee and the sound of residual rain dripping from the roof. Tsawke was already in the kitchen, but to the boys’ surprise, she no longer wore the gray shirt. She had gotten up early, taken a quick shower, and was already dressed in her cargo work pants and boots, her curly mane tied back in a practical braid.

She had breakfast with them quickly, sharing some toast with Jake while discussing the state of the roads after the storm.

—“Thanks for the shelter, Neytiri,” said Tsawke, giving Neteyam’s mother an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder before leaving. “Sully, see you at the north sector entrance in an hour. Don’t be late.”

She threw a quick glance at Neteyam, who barely managed to mutter “I’ll be there” while hiding his sleepy face behind a cup of coffee. As soon as Tsawke’s Jeep roared and disappeared down the muddy path, Neteyam went upstairs with the excuse of collecting the bedding.

Upon entering the guest room, Neteyam stopped in his tracks. Everything was spotless. Tsawke, with her almost military discipline and respect for others’ spaces, had stretched the sheets so that not a single wrinkle remained. The curtains were open, letting in the gray morning light.

At the foot of the bed, perfectly folded, were the shorts Kiri had lent her and, on top, his gray cotton shirt.

Neteyam exhaled a sigh of relief, finally feeling alone. He approached the bed and picked up the shirt with both hands. His intention was simply to take it to the laundry basket, but as soon as the fabric moved, a warm rush of air hit him directly in the face.

It wasn’t a subtle fragrance; it was a sensory invasion. The shirt was completely infused with Tsawke’s personal scent: an intoxicating blend of wild jasmine (the oil she used for her curls) and a sweet undertone of coconut, mixed with that clean smell of skin after rain.

Neteyam closed his eyes and, unable to resist, buried his face in the fabric, inhaling deeply.

It was as if she were still there. The scent was wild yet comforting, exactly like her. For a moment, the outside world—the reserve, his responsibilities as future leader, Lo’ak’s teasing—disappeared. Only that trace of jasmine and coconut woven into the cotton fibers remained.

“Are you… are you smelling your own clothes, brother? That’s a new level of desperation, even for you.”

Neteyam stiffened like stone and slowly turned. Lo’ak was leaning against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised, his face full of brotherly judgment.

“I was… I was checking if… if it was clean enough to put away again,” Neteyam stammered, clutching the shirt to his chest as if trying to hide it.

“Sure. Because we all know the way to check if something’s clean is to bury your face in it for thirty seconds with your eyes closed,” Lo’ak mocked, stepping into the room. “You smell like jasmine from the hallway, ‘Teyam. You’re lost. Completely lost.”

Neteyam pressed the shirt against his heart, regaining at least a shred of his older-brother dignity.

“Get out of here, Lo’ak. You’ve got stables to clean.”

As soon as his brother left, chuckling under his breath, Neteyam looked at the garment again. He didn’t take it to the laundry basket. Instead, he folded it with almost religious care and stored it at the back of his own closet. He knew that that night, when he couldn’t sleep thinking about Tsawke’s next trip, that jasmine-and-coconut scent would be the only thing keeping his world in balance.

Maybe… he really was a little lost…

︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶︶

PART 2> 3>>

Thanks for reading.

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Human Sully Family

Ok, first of all this is my very first post… So hi, nice to meet you, I’m Aimé. Now, let’s get to what this post is about.

✨ Human Sully family ✨ While I was scrolling through Pinterest, jumping from one picture to another as always, I don’t even know at what point I went from looking at clothes to suddenly seeing Avatar (the blue ones). And then this image popped up:

That reminded me of a couple of TikTok videos I saw about “what if…” — if the Avatar characters lived in modern times and Pandora didn’t exist. And now I can’t stop thinking about it, I swear. I built this huge mental story in my head with plot, geography, and jobs. I even created a storyline for my Avatar OC within this “what if…” scenario. It’s honestly one of the best fanfictions my brain has ever come up with, so I thought: “Why not post it on Tumblr? What do I lose by trying?”

So that’s why you’re reading this, little person on the other side of the screen. Whether people read it or not, I’m happy because later I get to reread my own fanfic and re‑imagine the scene my delulu brain already pictured, you know what I mean? 🥸

Now, let’s start with the headcanons:

Main and Secondary “Pandora” Reserves

Main reserve (Sully family): Located on the border of Brazil and Argentina, in Misiones near Iguazú Falls — tropical rainforest, red soil, massive waterfalls, and rich biodiversity.

Secondary reserve: In Mendoza, Argentina, in the Andes region — protecting species and glaciers, with dry air and a more arid climate.

Awa’atlu reserve: In Fernando de Noronha, Brazil — Caribbean‑like Atlantic zone, famous for biodiversity and coral reefs, turquoise waters, tropical climate, and protected marine life. Just like Awa’atlu.

Characters and Roles (Human version)

Jake: ex - Former special forces soldier, now director of the reserve. Coordinates security and logistics against poachers.

Neytiri: Head of wildlife conservation, expert tracker, knows every species in the Misiones jungle. Possibly of Indigenous descent through Mo’at, daughter of the founders of the original Amazon reserve.

Neteyam: Patrol chief and field engineer. Learned vehicle maintenance from Jake and Chacón. Keeps surveillance tech running. Still the “perfect son,” but with more adventurous spirit.

Lo’ak: Junior ranger and rescuer, always in trouble for following his instincts. Adopted a stray dog from the highway, thought it was male until they groomed it — “Cae” became “Caeli.” They’ve been inseparable ever since.

Kiri: Biologist and botany specialist. Taught by Mo’at, cherished despite being adopted. Spends time in the lab, walking the reserve, caring for animals (with my OC), and leading reforestation projects.

Tuk: Student and “field assistant in training.” The family’s cheerful soul who loves animals. Carries an instant camera everywhere, pastes photos into a notebook to record everything.

Allies

Spider: Guide and rescuer in the reserve. Still close friends with the Sully kids. An orphan raised in the reserve.

Trudy Chacón: Former military pilot who, after leaving the service, becomes the helicopter pilot and aerial logistics coordinator for the reserve. Handles supply transport, aerial patrols, and medical evacuations in remote areas. She’s the “cool aunt” of the Sully kids: teaches them how to fly drones, read maps, and always has adventurous stories. Her rebellious nature sometimes clashes with Jake, but they respect each other because of their shared military background.

Norm Spellman: In this universe, he is a university professor and scientific advisor to the reserve. Specialist in ecology and environmental education, organizes workshops with local communities and students. Acts as the bridge between academic research and field practice.

Max Patel: Doctor and community health coordinator. Provides care for both reserve workers and nearby communities, combining modern medicine with traditional knowledge (in collaboration with Ronal). Also supervises biosecurity protocols in Kiri’s laboratories.

The Metkayina Family

Tonowari: Director of the marine reserve, imposing man dedicated to protecting reefs from illegal trade and hunting.

Ronal: Veterinarian and spiritual leader of the local community. Expert in traditional medicine applied to marine animals, also a marine biologist.

Tsireya & Aonung: Specialists in tactical diving and environmental education.

Other Possible Allies:

Local Indigenous community: cultural and spiritual guardians of the forest, working alongside Neytiri in conservation.

International volunteers: young people who arrive each summer to support reforestation, scientific diving, or wildlife rescue projects.

Environmental NGO: finances part of the infrastructure and connects the reserve to global conservation networks.

My OCs

Tsawke (my OC): Student of geology and sustainable energy engineering. Has worked in the reserve for 3 years, starting at 15 as a summer tour guide or helper. Lives with her older brother Leon (her legal guardian) in a cabin provided by the Sullys for workers. At 16 she began working full‑time, learning everything. Trusted deeply by Jake and Neytiri. Independent, relaxed, loves traveling like her brother.

Leon: Three years older than Tsawke, became her guardian at 18 after their parents (marine biologists) died in a storm. Moved to Misiones to live with an aunt, later got a job at the reserve. Skilled at everything, taught Neteyam tricks like a big brother. Considered by the Sullys as a “cool older brother figure.” (i ship him with Trudy)

Reserve Transportation

They usually use jeeps or off‑road vehicles. Tsawke’s cream‑colored jeep is special — only used with her permission. She drives it everywhere, even taking the Sully siblings to “civilization.” Leon gifted it to her when she got her license, so she’d stop stealing his truck (used for supplies).

Relationship Map – Human Version

Sully Family (central core)

Jake ↔ coordinates with Trudy on aerial security and with Leon on ground logistics.

Neytiri ↔ works with the Indigenous community on conservation and with Kiri on biodiversity projects.

Neteyam ↔ learns mechanics from Leon and receives technical support from Norm.

Lo’ak ↔ often gets into trouble, but Spider and Trudy usually rescue him.

Kiri ↔ collaborates with Max on biosecurity and with Norm on research.

Tuk ↔ documents everything, serving as the cheerful link among all allies.

Main Allies

Trudy Chacón ↔ connects the reserve through the air, works with Jake and Leon, and is the “cool aunt” to the Sully kids.

Norm Spellman ↔ academic bridge, collaborates with Kiri and Neteyam, and organizes workshops with the community.

Max Patel ↔ trusted doctor, works with Ronal on traditional medicine and with Kiri on lab protocols.

Spider ↔ inseparable friend of the Sully kids, support in rescues.

Metkayina Family (marine reserve)

Tonowari ↔ marine director, coordinates with Jake on inter‑reserve security.

Ronal ↔ connects traditional medicine with Max and environmental education with Neytiri.

Tsireya & Aonung ↔ work in tactical diving and education, collaborate with international volunteers.

OC & Leon

Tsawke ↔ apprentice of everything, bridge between Sully kids and logistics.

Leon ↔ older brother figure, respected by Jake, collaborates with Trudy, and considered “cool” by everyone.

Other Allies

Indigenous community ↔ cultural link with Neytiri, spiritual guardians of the forest.

International volunteers ↔ support reforestation and diving projects with Tsireya & Aonung.

Environmental NGO ↔ finances infrastructure, connects with Norm and Jake for global projects.

🔎 Conclusion

I imagened this network functions like a human ecosystem of Pandora:

The Sully family is the emotional and operational heart.

The allies are the arteries carrying science, health, logistics, and culture.

The Metkayina family expands the scope toward the sea, while the Indigenous community anchors the cultural roots.

Leon and Tsawke act as generational and practical bridges, integrating the Sullys with external allies.

Together, they form a cohesive world where every character plays a vital role, and their relationships intertwine into a mutual support system. Each one strengthens a different aspect—security, science, health, culture, or logistics—making the human Pandora universe feel rich, believable, and collaborative.

Well, I think this is what my content will be about for a long time