Our Girl | Jeytiri x Reader
Written for @junebugonjupiter 's Jealousy in June event!
Jake Sully x Neytiri x Pregnant Na'vi Reader
Tags: Fluff and comfort, pregnancy and nausea, jealousy (duh), reader is a brat but jeytiri love it - if there's anything you think I should mention please lmk!
I barely proofread this I hope it doesn't suck
Prompts 14 and 20
Word Count: 2.3k
Divider by @cafekitsune
Your mates were wonderful people, always sociable and chatting with members of the clan whenever possible. Jake moreso than Neytiri, she always has been a little shy, but she always says that you and Jake bring her out of her shell. You were sort of a mix of the two personalities, shy at first but able to speak up if Neytiri truly does not want to, as well as being outgoing enough to keep up with Jake in a conversation. You were also tough enough to handle things when needed, though sometimes it took both of your mates to wrangle you in for the sake of whoever had the unfortunate luck of irritating you enough to cause an argument. Though those situations are few and far between.
Regardless, you usually love watching them both talk with others, always intently listening and giving well thought responses, Jake occasionally bringing some humour into it to make other people laugh and Neytiri fondly roll her eyes. The key word here is usually. For some reason today it's grating on you, watching the two people you love most speak to the very pretty, very outgoing Tsanì. Tsanì is younger than the three of you, full of life and skilled in many things, conversation clearly being one of them with the way she has the rapt attention of your lovers. Their smiles send a soft flutter into your chest but you still wind up looking at the ground below your feet, brows furrowed slightly whilst you try to contend with the weird bitter feeling bubbling up between the flutters.
It's silly really. It shouldn't hurt your feelings at all but it does. You awoke alone, neither of your mates in sight as you silently battled with the morning sickness recently beginning to plague you. Normally they are there to comfort you, it doesn't get rid of the nausea but having their support makes it easier to deal with.
The rest of the clan outside of Jake, Neytiri, Mo'at and yourself do not know, it's just your little secret for now. You're carrying your first child, the beginnings of your little family, and yet you're simmering with a faint irritation at the attention Tsanì is getting from your partners. You’re a greedy little thing really. Your attention is drawn back to them when you hear Neytiri's laugh. Oh, Eywa, how you love that sound. Your heart pounds like the hooves of Pa'li across the grass and your eyes shimmer with adoration.
Unfortunately, you're broken out of your loving trance when Tsanì seemingly shows them something you cannot see, a bundle wrapped in a thin hide, and Neytiri reaches out to steady her arms, so close to the other woman, and to make it worse, Jake leans in as well! The three of them look so happy, almost as happy as when Mo'at said you were with child. It's ridiculous and you know it. You're pregnant with their child, but you've always secretly worried about being enough for the two of them. They're such brilliant people after all, Toruk Makto and the Omatikaya's prodigal daughter. They've never once made you feel like less. No, that's all you. It's something you're working on.
With a huff, and one last glance at the odd little huddle the three of them have going on, you turn on your heels and wander back up to your little home. Your ears are pinned to the side of your head and your tail swishes side to side, an obvious show of irritation that stops anybody from talking to you on your way home.
Once inside, you begin rummaging through the baskets, looking for something to eat and, even though you're unhappy with them, through no fault of their own really, you even make extra food for them, assuming they'll be back soon. You change your mind on what to eat three times because everything seems to turn your stomach a little, only adding to your, frankly, volatile state. You chop fruit and prepare a few teylu niktsyey, Jake's a sucker for teylu, with a furrowed brow and an ever present pout as your mind replays the image of your mates cosying up to Tsanì.
The sound of your mates’ giddy laughter and excitement approaching your home sets your teeth on edge, but your traitorous tail swishes a little as you dish out food for the three of you. You plop down on your rear, facing slightly away from the door as you begin aggressively munching on a sweet fruit, one of the few things that doesn't trigger your nausea at the moment. You focus on it's sweet taste as you stare at the wall opposite you as your mates enter the small space.
“Mornin’, baby, didn't think you'd be awake so early. You feelin’ okay?” Jake speaks first, a hint of worry in his tone that seems to always be there at the moment even whilst he's directing a smile at you. You take another bite of fruit, munching away with a grumpy pout.
“I am fine. I awoke alone, so of course I am awake early,” you mutter quietly. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jake and Neytiri share a glance. It's hard to tell what it is conveying but if you'd hazard a guess it'd be confusion at the attitude and a little bit of guilt for leaving you. You've had a distinct dislike for waking up alone since mating with the two of them, loving the feeling of being tangled up with them through the night and into morning. Jake is a busy man as the new olo'eyktan and often leaves early, which usually leaves you Neytiri to cuddle but today, you were completely alone! How rude!
You're so caught up in your own thoughts you don't even notice Neytiri slinking closer like she's dealing with an angry little nantang (viperwolf). She sidles up close to you before reaching out to brush a braid behind your ear, causing your cheeks to tint slightly purple. She coos softly, her voice warm and calming in your flattened ear.
“We are sorry, tìyawn (love). We had an.. errand to run.” Your eyes narrow a little at her obvious hesitation, and her own eyes avert from yours briefly like she's trying to hide something from you. Your tail twitches as you let out a petulant little ‘hmph’, turning your head to face the wall again.
Now Jake moves, wordless and annoyingly observant, his eyes focused on your features like they'll tell him what's wrong. When he realises he won't gain anything from just staring, he sits down directly in front of you, discretely tucking something behind him before he reaches out to nudge your chin with his pointer finger, tilting your head towards his.
“Baby. What's the matter?” You cross your arms over your chest, ignoring the way your heart beats at having them both so close like you wanted, but your tail betrays you again, beginning to flick at the end repeatedly.
“Hmph. Why don't you ask Tsanì? She seems riveting to speak to.” You're pouting at this point, and absolutely adorable in the eyes of your lovers, as is evident by the shimmers in their eyes. But they still want to get to the bottom of this without upsetting you further.
Neytiri's head lifts and you can tell her and Jake are sharing a silent conversation over your shoulders which only makes this feel worse.
“You.. Saw us? Speaking to Tsanì?” Neytiri asks gently, her hand settling on your arm, causing your heart rate to spike and prompting the irritating reminder of how easily she touched the younger woman earlier.
“Yes. I was alone and sickly and I wanted my mates by my side so I went looking. And I found you speaking to her. Laughing and joyful without any worries.” Your eyes drop to your food, fingers picking at the fruit skin absentmindedly like that'll stop your eyes from burning. Now you feel bad for teasing your friend when she cried so easily whilst she was carrying her first child. That's come back to bite you in the rear. You hear the two of them faintly sigh, guilty for leaving you when you so often deal with sickness in the mornings at the moment.
What you don't see however, is the faint amusement on both your mates faces that comes after the hint of guilt. They feel bad of course, not wanting to upset you on a good day but especially not at such a vulnerable time. But now they understand what's going on, and Jake especially can't help but tease. He calls you a ‘brat’ sometimes, which is a human term you've never come across and he refuses to explain it to you.
“Baby. Did that really make you jealous?” Your head snaps up, eyes wide and lips parted ready to argue. But you don't even get the chance because Neytiri coos softly once again, her arms slipping around your waist so her hand can rest on the faint swell of your belly that only seems to show when you sit with a slouch. It's adorable to them both.
“No. Of course not..” You mutter, cheeks and ears a deep purple as you try to deny the obvious. You are jealous and you know it. They know it too. “Maybe..”
“You are too cute when you are mad, ma yawne (beloved),” Neytiri murmurs against your warm cheek, her hand cradling the other one in order to bring you closer to her kisses. Jake chuckles softly, moving to grab something from behind him.
“You are adorable, baby. We're sorry for making you feel like that though. That wasn't the intention at all,” he says softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead, and then your nose and lastly, a little peck to your lips that leaves you wanting a little more. Greedy as always.
“We were speaking to Tsanì because we asked her to make these.” He holds out a little parcel, gently setting it in your lap before he shuffles in to your other side so you're now sandwiched between your two lovers, their legs trapping you in the middle of them. But you are right where you want to be, and happy purrs erupt from your chest whether you like it or not as your tail swishes side to side behind you, making your mates laugh fondly.
“What is this?” You look between them with wide eyes full of intrigue, and a hint of sheepishness for how you jumped to conclusions, but no matter. They both simply smile at you, and Neytiri nods towards the bundle in your hands, silently encouraging you to open it. Excitement begins fluttering in your chest, and you carefully unwrap the thin hide from around the object. Or objects, as when you unwrap it you find a trio of little wooden toys. One is a Pa'li, one an Ikran and the other is of the great Toruk.
“They're for the baby. Tsanì promised not to say anything until we were ready to announce it but we just couldn't help ourselves,” Jake explains. Though you can barely hear him over the rapid pounding of your heart and seeing the toys is impossible with the misty tears in your eyes. A stifled sob escapes you, and you raise a hand to swipe away the tears so you can see properly.
“Our little ones first toys.. Oh, you two.” You swat them both with your tail for making you cry, hands shaking slightly as you pick up the little ikran toy. Your fingers smooth over the surface of its wings, appreciating the detail and care of Tsanì's work. You can tell just from looking that it's modelled after your own ikran, she has a little nick in her tail that sets her apart from others. The realisation just makes you sob harder. “Oh, they are so sweet.”
Neytiri and Jake watch you closely, love and adoration in their eyes as you sniffle and sob over the little toys. Neytiri leans her head against your shoulder, pressing as close as she can to you so she can press her nose to your skin, taking in the subtle change in your scent. She simply loves it. And Jake is just quietly watching both of his girls, smiling in the quiet disbelief that this is his life now. He leans in a little closer as well, reaching up to push your hair behind your ear.
“Do you forgive us, baby?” He asks softly, his hand settling on your back and tracing little circles into your skin. Neytiri lifts her head, her attention drawn to you once again.
“Of course I forgive you both. You did nothing wrong. Can you forgive me? For being so..” You look down at the baby's toys that sit in your hands and lap, ears pressing close to your head because of your behaviour.
“Nothing to forgive, ma tìyawn (love),” Neytiri interrupts you promptly with a little shake of her head, beaded braids tinkling with the gesture. You turn your head to face her, disbelief written on your features, but she doesn't give you the chance to argue, pressing her soft lips to yours to make you melt into her embrace.
“Like ‘Tiri said, nothin’ to forgive.” Jake leans in to kiss your shoulder, chuckling briefly against your skin. “It was kinda cute though. Seein’ you all pouty and grumpy.”
You gasp softly and turn to Jake, ready to level him with another little swat but he beats you to it by kissing you as well, effectively silencing and flustering you all at once just like Neytiri did. Ironic considering the state you're in because of him. Your face burns with heat, turning your cheeks the prettiest shade of purple your lovers ever did see.
“Never forget, you’re our girl.” Jake’s voice rumbles warm and husky through his chest, and you can feel it on your arm with how closely pressed together the three of you are. All your limbs are tangled together in the best way. You can barely tell where one of you begins and another ends. Neytiri hums on the other side of you, her arms firm but comfortable around your body as she entwines all your tails together.
“Ours. All ours.”
