Okay but like, what would sissy be like in fire and ash if she DIDNT die? WHAT IF she almost gets her Kuru cut off by Varang before Jake and Quaritch save them? Orrrr, how she would react to Jake saying that Lo’ak was the reason for Neteyams death???
(Please girl I need this, my hyper fixation is all consuming)
Ngl, sissy is tough and all but I think if she were to get her Kuru cut off, it's game over for her. The aftermath would be the entire family just loosing it and going on a blood-path making Varang suffer (which I am entirely for).
But I am a firm believer that Sissy could give Varang a run for her money when it comes to craziness (aka don't test her) 👀
And for Neteyam's death, she would definitely take the blame herself for it - seeing it as her failed duty as the eldest child to protect her baby siblings :(
10 days late but anyway; Happy 1-Year Anniversary to when I first began my beloved Sully Family series!! 💙💙
Hope everyone is having an amazing day wherever in the world you are!
So here's a little something to celebrate ;)
Jake must be dreaming.
An incredibly, vivid dream where his fingers were twitching to reach out and pinch his arm to wake up.
Because there was no other way.
Why was he looking at you?
Why were you standing in front of him? Grinning, as if decades had not passed since you left his side.
Since he failed to save his little girl.
His throat was dry. Or drying up with each second passing by. Because he was too afraid to swallow - to move.
As if the minuscular movement would wash away the image of you in front of him.
But he wasn't the one who moved next. You did.
As if that grin couldn't widen any more, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching up as your forever youthful face stared back at him.
"Hi daddy."
Jake gasped, a shuddering breath coming deep within as his knees buckled and his hands curled into the seemingly fresh, but dry patch of grass beneath him.
Everything was bright; yet warm but quiet. A soothing breeze caressing his skin every few seconds. Despite his emotions, Jake Sully felt at peace. No heavy burden draped over his shoulders for some reason.
A warm hand encased his own against the grown, smaller in size but familiar. Like an old friend.
"I'm real," Your gentle voice whispered with that continuous grin, lowering down to your own knees in front of him to catch his gaze. "I'm here, daddy."
Words would not escape him. His mouth opening and closing.
His hand reached out transfixed, hesitating mid-air not wanting this moment to disappear. But your form did not move. Patiently waiting until his fingertips grazed the warm skin of your cheek.
Before long, his much larger palm cupped the side of your face as your steady facade finally crumbled, eyes fluttering shut with a single tear trailing down your cheek at the warmth of his touch.
Jake was crying. His tears had no stop as he cradled his baby girl's face - pulling you close until your foreheads rested gently against each other in comfort.
"My beautiful baby," He croaked out overrun emotions he could hardly differentiate. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too." Your smile was wavering, but genuine. "Every day."
You started to pull back slowly, but his grip remained firm, not wanting to let you go. To remain in this moment as long as possible
"It's okay." You assured him, however, as Jake opened his eyes and followed your lead by rising to his feet. "I'm not going anywhere."
Looking around with his hand never leaving yours, Jake looked around carefully. Not understanding how it seemed so familiar, yet not quite so.
"Where are we, flower?" His muscles were stiff for a different reason now, cautiousness coating his senses as he fought against the instincts to pull you closer and protect you within his embrace.
"Look closer, Dad - Take a deep breath."
Listening to you, Jake let himself take a breath and within a single blink his surroundings changed.
His breath hitched, a small sound as he stared out and then further up of their large structure around them. The natural hollows and alcoves intertwined above their heads.
Places he remembered taking, the memories getting clearer.
The Hometree.
Their Hometree.
From before they lost everything.
Jake understood then.
You squeezed his hand, form leaning against his side with a serene expression.
(^cue dramatic ending scene of me flying away into the horizon))
Q: Which story was your favorite? I would love to hear why!
I can't believe I'm actually making this post, I'm quite sad but content at the same time.
But yes, this is truly the end for my beautiful little period of writing for the Sully Family, as well as my beloved Reader character I've had the honor of fleshing out throughout this year for you all to enjoy.
Thank you everyone a million times over for loving my stories so much - I have truly put everything I could into these short, but bittersweet moments in the Avatar world. This is my first time writing such a family-centric plot, so it was a new experience for me as well. One that I have enjoyed much more than I expected.
I started off with Jake's one short as a random spurt of inspiration, but who would have thought it would turn into this whole little story huh.
Am I still writing?
For my fellow BTS fans, I am still active on my fanfiction account for them right here . It's something I do in my free time, so you will see me popping up on there with different scenarios every now and then.
For everyone else not so much in that niché crowd; I am still working on my upcoming book dated for release sometime next year (Hopefully). So feel free to keep up with all the details on my Instagram if interested 🥰
I also write on AO3 for random fandoms when I feel like it. So feel free to check it out.
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Bringing my Sully Reader series to a bittersweet, yet hopefully comforting end.
♢ Pairing: Tuktirey x Oldest sister!Reader, Sully family x Oldest sister!Reader
♢ Word count: 3.2k
♢ Genre: angst, sibling love, fluff, grief
- Warnings: cursing, major character death
⌲ Description: Time was passing by, and with hazy memories Tuk finds herself reminiscing about the person her sissy once was.
M A S T E R L I S T
R e c o m m e n d e d p l a y l i s t :
⌲ ashes - Celine Dion
⌲ brother - Kodaline
⌲ the nights - Chlara
⌲ the call - Regina Spektor
“Hello there,” Grinning, Tuktirey watched from a safe distance at the insistent yapping from a nest of Viperwolf pups.
This pack specifically was only a couple of months old, but friendlier than those residing further away from her village, thus more used to the comings and goings of the Omitikaya and not trying to kill anyone who came too near.
Tuk found herself visiting the energetic pups several times a week, always making sure their protective mother and pack weren’t too near when she snuck closer than anyone would recommend.
But she was confident in her abilities to protect herself, the bow slung over her body never left behind when outside the borders of her home. Not to mention the two extra daggers strapped to each thigh with firm leather holsters.
Allowing herself a couple more moments of silent admiration, she swallowed back a giggle as one of the bravest of the pups came bouncing over in her direction, stumbling clumsily over its legs and trotting the last couple of feet before rubbing its leathery body against her ankle, no sign of viciousness present.
Bending down to give the creature a little scratch behind its ears, the wolf gave a yip in satisfaction, tail thumping against the ground until a far-off howl sounded.
Forgetting Tuk’s presence all the pups started to howl in reply and she used their distraction to swiftly turn back around and climb up the tree she had come from, safely keeping herself a distance away as the rest of the pack came running through the bushes with their newest prey for the day, growls mixed in with the barks of the youngest.
With one last glance, Tuktirey started her short journey upwards before giving a sharp whistle.
A screech replied her quickly, a shadow flying over her only for a few seconds before landing down on the large branch before her, leaves fluttering down the ground from its appearance hidden within.
“Hey there boy,” Tuk trailed a gentle hand down her Ikran’s neck, somewhat feeling a little melancholic today, tracing the midnight blue skin with yellow and green marks. “Mawey Atanzaw.”
The old ikran listened, calming down and nudging his head against her hands as she smiled, nuzzling him back. She wasn’t the only one seemingly restless today.
Atanzaw himself was aware of what day it was, having acted impatient from morning until now.
Oh, what a shock that day had been for everyone; Tuk’s iknimaya was a moment still prone to come up in discussion to this day, four years later.
She had followed the same rites of passage as all her family before, making it all the way up to the Hallelujah Mountains without much issues. And just when Tuk thought she had found her bond, Atanzaw had swooped down from the sky like the vicious beast that he was known for.
Chasing away her first prospective Ikran and snarling at her.
No one had seen the animal since your death nearly seven years ago, the ikran having taken to the skies and never seen again after your body was brought back to Metkayina village to be buried with the ancestors.
She had been frozen to the core, all reason of what she was doing vanishing, until the realization that the ikran wanted her to fight; prove her worth to become his newest rider.
An occurrence that had never happened before in the history of her clan.
Once a rider died, it was well known their mounts refused to take any other.
But there she had been, faced with the fiercely loyal best of her long passed oldest sister.
“You want to see her, don’t you?” Tuktirey whispered, gently tracing the lines of his face as Atanzaw scuffed. “How about a little flight, then we’ll go.”
Swinging herself up on the saddle, the ikran didn’t need any more direction to follow their usual flight route circling her home forest.
Leaning forward to rest her whole body upon the warm skin of her mount, Tuk took a deep breath; eyes closing and feeling the wind whip past her as they soared above the trees.
The sun was slowly setting, painting the sky in a beautiful picture of soft oranges, pinks and yellow, bathing her in a backdrop of warmth and comfort.
Ten years have passed since your death.
Tuk remembered that day more clearly than the others.
When her family had finally managed to pry her and Kiri away from the grasps of their enemies, her eight-year-old mind thinking everything was going to be alright from there out as they floated above the water on Payakan’s fin until she noticed the usual bright absence of her oldest sister.
Her questions had been answered in the worst possible way as she was led to the flat surface of rocks in the middle of the dark ocean, the flames of the sinking boat being the only light to illuminate them
But it had been bright enough for her eyes to take in the scarily still form of you. An image of cold serenity with a wet cloth covering your body from the neck down, eyes closed as if you were dreaming.
Tuk had thought you were.
Simply sleeping that is.
Sinking slowly down to her knees beside you, small hand shaking your shoulder to wake up, to hug her and assure her that everything was okay now. That their family was safe and they could go home. But you wouldn’t wake up.
“Why won’t sissy wake up, daddy!” Her child self had sobbed, hiccuping and whipping around to stare at her dad for an answer.
He had only scooped her up in his arms, tugging her head into his neck with comforting nothings, apologizing for something she couldn’t hear through her sobs of denial. Kiri had stared, seeing but unseeing, fists clenched by her side as their mother sank down and pulled your damp head into her lap.
The bright roots from the tree of souls brought her back to the present as Atanzaw swooped down slowly. The area was empty from what she could see, because Tuk had arrived late to her family’s tradition of visiting you on your death anniversary.
Instead of heading straight to the tree and connecting her queue, she found a slab of high rock several feet away and sat down. Her ikran settling down on his stomach beside her with a grumble as she absently traced his neck.
“Come on, Tuk Tuk! Atanzaw won’t wait for us forever!” Your voice seemingly whispered in her ears, your bright laughter following as the memories of her small self rushing out of the hut for your weekly sister bonding time.
“Tuk Tuk, mom and dad won’t be happy if you don’t clean up before dinner!” What an ongoing issue it had for you to force her to simply clean up after a day of adventures outside.
“Why are you crying, Tuk Tuk?”
“I-I had a n-nightmare of you leaving m-me…”
“Awe, my sweet little Tuk. I’ll never leave you, okay?”
“Y-you promise, sissy?” You had grinned so widely that it seemed like you could shield the entire world from her. “When have I ever broken a promise?”
Tuktirey couldn’t help but scoff, the sound feeling loud in the emptiness of the space as she plucked out handful of grass and letting them flutter to the ground.
“You’re a goddamn liar, sissy,” She couldn’t help but mutter bitterly.
“Careful now. She won’t be too happy hearing you say that.”
Looking over her shoulder to face the familiar deep voice of Neteyam, grinning almost innocently.
Tuk rolled her eyes, never stopping her aggressive little plucking of nature. She would apologize to Eywa another time.
“What are you doing here, Teyam?”
Her oldest brother heaved a sigh as he sat down on her other side, his ridiculously broad shoulders brushing her own. Just like everyone else, he had grown into himself as a strong male Na’vi. She knew that if their father decided to step down today as Olo'eyktan, Neteyam would be more than ready to take his place.
But alas, Jake Sully was still a stubborn male who assured he was more than capable for a couple more years before letting the role of leader go to someone else. A stubborn old fool, their mother had berated him to their amusement.
“I assumed since you didn’t show up earlier, I would find you here sooner or later.”
Her brother, now twenty-five was one of the respectable leaders of their clan, as a general and heir to their father. Neteyam even surpassed Jake in build and height, all the teenage softness melting into a strong wide jaw and high cheekbones.
“You didn’t have to wait,” Tuk muttered again as he chuckled.
“And let you remain here alone ruining that poor grass?” Her hand stopped at his pointed words with an inward sigh.
Pulling her knees against her chest, she wrapped her arms around them, never taking her eyes away from the gently swaying branches of the Tree of Souls.
“What’s the issue, Tuk?”
“What makes you think there is one?”
She didn’t have to look to know about the brow Neteyam raised at her. “You’ve been acting odd the last couple of days. Even mother and father have noticed.”
Tuk gnawed at her bottom lip. “I don’t know how to say it.”
“Since when have I ever judged you?”
That was true. Neteyam was always willing to offer an ear for her problems, often ending the conversation with a comforting hug to brighten up her days.
“I…think I’m forgetting her.” Tuk’s whispered admission floated into the air with a shuddering breath, eyes welling up with tears she let trail down her cheeks.
A guilt that had bothered her ever since she realized with horror how she couldn’t seem to recall how your smile had looked like, if the colors of your eyes had been as yellow as she remembered, or a more dark orange.
“Oh Tuk…” She didn’t fight the hold Neteyam slung over her shoulder, pulling her into his side, lips pressing against the crown of her head. “Why are you beating yourself up over that?”
“I can’t forget her, Teyam,” Tuk’s voice shook. “She’s…sissy. What kind of sister would I be if I can’t remember what her smile looked like? How her laugh sounded. It’s not right.”
“Who told you that?” Neteyam’s voice was a low comfort. “It’s the truth isn’t it?”
“No, not even close, Tuk Tuk.”
Tuktirey shook her head. “Don’t do that. I don’t want your lies, Teyam.”
“Do you believe Y/N would call you a liar?” His question made her pause because she didn’t know.
She didn’t remember what you would have said in moments like these, and it was that exact feeling that was eating her up from the inside.
“You were eight, Tuk,” Neteyam continued seriously. “A child in the midst of war and mayhem. We all were. Trauma has haunted us all since then, you as a child couldn’t even escape it. Your memories warp over time, and no one would blame you for forgetting details of scenarios over a decade ago.”
“But it’s sissy!” She repeated vehemently.
“Sissy would tell you to suck it up and stop being a wimp.”
Words that your oldest brother would never use on a daily basis made them both freeze, before sharing an airy laugh together at how you would 100% say that to their faces.
“Yeah, she would…”
How Tuk hated the truth of those words. You would have told them much more than that with narrowed eyes and hands on your hips. Probably including a couple of cuss words followed by your signature whack to the head.
“A day does not go by where we don’t miss her,” Neteyam’s voice had taken a note melancholy, Atanzaw in his silence seemingly agreeing with a rumble from his chest.
“Y/N will always leave a mark within our lives long after we’re gone as well. Just look at Lo’ak. That fool has managed pretty well for himself.”
Giggling at their inside joke, Tuk could see what he meant.
After the war ended, everyone besides their second brother decided to return to the forest. Lo’ak had been firm in his decision of remaining with the Metkayina, Tsireya by his side as mates and to lead the future generations to come. They were doing incredibly well last time the family had heard, welcoming a healthy baby girl as their first child and naming her after you. They had promised to come for a visit the moment the babe was old enough for long travels.
None of the family had expected Lo’ak to be the first one to create a family and life for himself, but he had put all the credit on you. How he promised to be strong for your sake; A promise he had now fulfilled to its brim to the pride of everyone else, your parents especially. Kiri herself had taken over the role of Tsahìk, with their grandmother only growing more weary by the day, and there was no one else suited better to the role than her.
That left only Tuk, with her eighteenth birthday having passed, she was officially an adult in human terms. She had chosen to become a part of the hunters, often led by Neteyam as well.
She took after you a lot in that sense, her sense of adventure and adrenalin.
“You think sissy would be proud?” Tuk asked carefully.
Neteyam nudged her enough to catch her eyes as she followed his gaze to the tree, his small smirk obvious. “Why don’t you go and find out?”
“W-what?”
“I think of all days, that today is when Eywa might feel a bit more giving than usual.”
Despite her confusion over his mysterious words, Tuk listened and stood up. Walking the distance towards the closest root, she expected the same familiar connection to Eywa and hearing the whispers of the past brush over her mind as well the warmth spreading through her body. However her heart hammered when she felt her mind being pulled in further, as if dragging her away from the ground itself.
Where was she?
Slowly looking around, Tuk could vaguely recognize it. It was still home, in the forests on one of the many wide branches belonging to their trees. But it was taller than most she remembered, somewhere further away from their village.
“Should I be offended that you look confused?”
Gasping, Tuktirey whirled around quicker than she had ever moved. Her hand covered her mouth, blinking as if in a dream as you grinned at her.
Looking just like you had back then. Burnt orange like the sunrise, that was your eye color.
“...sissy?” She was too afraid this wasn’t real. Because it didn’t feel like it.
Your grin widened, beaming almost - arms opening wide. “Hey Tuk Tuk.”
Tuktirey propelled into you mid sob, somehow still feeling smaller than you despite her couple inches on you. The familiar warmth of your grasp around her body brought her back to her childhood almost frighteningly fast, making her think how she managed to ever forget that feeling.
“How tall you’ve become,” You murmured gently, hands trailing down her long braids, kept neatly within a leather tie.
“I-I can’t believe this. How-”
“Eywa has granted us the gift of seeing each other again. A rare occurrence.”
Although not wanting to part from your arms, Tuktirey forced herself to pull back slightly.
Only to be startled by the fact she had to look down to meet your sparkling gaze. You had always seemed like a larger-than-life figure to her. Towering above like an impregnable shield, it was now she realized how you had only been sixteen. How young your features looked now compared to her own eighteen.
Had you always been that slight?
“I don’t know what to say.”
You chuckled, reaching up to brush a singular braid back and tuck it behind her ear. “Do you have something to say?”
“I-I thought I did,” Tuk admitted, grasping your smaller hands tightly as you watched her patiently. “But now I’m not so sure.”
“Well, then how about I start?” Meeting your eyes, she watched them crinkle. “I missed you, Tuk Tuk.”
Eywa knows how she managed to smile, a light laugh following despite her tears. “I miss you so much, sissy.”
“You are stunning. I always knew you would be.”
“How could you?” The words slipped out before she could stop. “You’re not here.”
But you simply snorted, obviously disagreeing. “I’m always there, Tuk. Even if you can’t see me, or feel me. Or even want to remember me. I’ll always be there.”
“Then why did you leave?” Tuktirey couldn’t help the choked question, knowing better than to expect an answer to it.
You had been shot. Not chosen to die. But you defied all expectations as always, answering with a smirk.
“Shit happens.”
Their dad would have been proud to hear that.
“You are so much like Dad,” She huffed out almost exasperated.
“And don’t you let him forget,” You winked.
A cribble crawled over her skin, the leaves of the trees rustling almost in warning as your face tilted up towards the sky, smile faltering the slightest.
“We don’t have much time.”
“No,” Tuk shook her head, gripping your hands tighter, probably near painful but you gave no indication of it. “I want to speak with you more. Apologize or something, I can’t forget you!”
To her surprise, you laughed. Loud and coming from your belly. “Forget me? Oh Tuk Tuk, you worry too much.”
“What?”
“You fear the natural sides of life. Apologize? For what? How do you expect to forget your favorite sibling?” Your joke did not dry the fresh tears gathered in her eyes, before your eyes softened.
Hand coming back up to cup her cheek, thumb gently brushing against it. “You are allowed to forget my face. Even my voice. I would never hold it over you, Tuktirey. But this,” You patted her heart. “That will never be gone. You’ll always find me there, okay?”
Lips wobbling, Tuk sniffled almost pathetically as she nodded. “Okay.”
Her blurry vision took in your face carefully, for what felt like the very last time for a long while.
Looking at your shining eyes, loving wide grin with the same hint of mischief you always carried around.
The wind rose as you reached up to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, hands squeezing hers one last time before stepping back and letting go.
“I love you, sissy.” Tuk managed to croak out as the surroundings were starting to brighten. She swore it was a tear running down your cheek as your grin widened enough to show your teeth.
“I love you too, Tuk Tuk.” And then a classic you-move; offering her a two-finger salute with a wink. “Make me proud, tiger.”
With a sharp gasp, Tuktirey was back; eyes flying open and stumbling back only to be balanced swiftly by Neteyam.
But he didn’t look concerned. There was a knowing glint in his expectant smile as she stared at him silently, almost stunned.
That smile widened at the look on her face. “So what did she say?”
As reality caught up with her, Tuk straightened before huffing out a laugh, wiping away the stray tears on her cheek.
With twinkling eyes, she ran her tongue against the inside of her mouth in thought before blurting out.
“That you’ll always be a sniveling crybaby!”
Cackling, she ran away with a squeal towards Atanzaw as Neteyam growled playfully behind her, bringing up the chase as she took to the skies; heart and soul lighter than she could ever wish for.
Hi. How r u? Actually, uh, It's my first time requesting sth and I'm a little nervous.I was wondering if you could write a Sully family x Sully oldest daughter reader in which Aonung didn't know about reader being so fearless and decided to tease her, hoping to see her crying face but they got their asses kicked. And it kinda caused some of the Metkayina people to admire( and fear) reader, including Aonung. You can ignore it if you don't want to write it. Btw, I like your writing.
Hii, first off, don't be nervous! I appreciate you taking the time out of your day to request something - just means you enjoy my writing 🥰
But sadly I don't accept Avatar requests. The masterlist you see is a pre-determined storyline that I planned out before posting, so I will not be adding or writing anything else for the fandom besides what you already see 🥲
♢ Genre: angst, family comfort
- Warnings: character death, cursing, just tears
⌲ Description: Alternative ending. You die instead.
M A S T E R L I S T
R e c o m m e n d e d p l a y l i s t :
⌲ start a war - Klergy, Valerie Broussard
⌲ hold on - Chord Overstreet
⌲ sleepsong - Secret Garden
AN: Please take your time reading to fully immerse yourselves.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Why were they so stupid?!
Half hidden in the waters surrounded by debris, death, and destruction, you watched in aggravated frustration as your two brothers ran further inside the sinking, burning ship rather than away from it - which was the original plan.
With a hiss, your fist slammed against the water as if that would work out the gnawing worry in your gut. With a determined click of your tongue, your ilu swam towards the ship, and with a similar jump as Neteyam before you, hoisted you into the air as you landed on it in a crouch, ears flickering for any sound before creeping forward and the same direction as your siblings.
If the soldiers didn’t kill them first, you would make sure to end their foolish asses the moment you got your hands on them.
+ + +
Neteyam had always considered himself somewhat brave despite the brief moments of self-doubt. But in situations like now, where Lo’ak and essentially Spider’s lives both relied on his ability to protect, a side of protectiveness he had never felt before made its presence known.
Forcefully pushing away his own fear aside and steeling his insides, he rushed them forward hastily towards the opening of the moon deck. But the approaching footsteps had his breath frozen, seconds later followed by the bullets as instincts pushed him into action and he shielded the two boys against the wall and out of the zone.
It felt like his heart had stopped in his throat for a good moment before he dared to peek out to check, only to hear the sound of a choked scream and a body thumping to the ground.
The three of them visibly jumped as you skidded to a stop in front of them with wide eyes. “What are you doing? Go!”
They all jumped into action at the command, rushing towards the water as you took up the back with the machine gun held ready at your chest. Neteyam could only run, hearing the way you sometimes stopped to shoot at any incoming threats before returning to his back.
“Faster!”
He heeded the command without question, pumping his legs faster than ever before and the moment the railing came in view Neteyam jumped as his life depended on it, cause it did. The water had never felt more like a relief to him as he made sure to stay safely under for a couple more seconds to avoid any incoming bullets before resurfacing.
The moment air hit his skin he omitted a harsh hiss, snapping over to see a graze across his right bicep, oozing blood every few seconds before being washed away by the seawater. “Fuck.”
“What’s up, bro?” Lo’ak was hanging on the neck of an ilu, worried eyes looking over at the sound of his curse.
“I got hit, it might need stitches.”
“Come on guys, let’s get going!” Spider urged them, hanging on to the same animal.
But a reminder froze him in place as Neteyam started to look around him wildly, water splashing as his heart started to thunder. “Where’s Y/N?!”
“She was right behind you!” Lo’ak’s exclamation, mostly out of sudden fear yelled back.
No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening right now.
“Are you two dimwits finished yelling so we can get the fuck out of here?”
None of them had been happier to hear that foul language until now.
Whipping around, all three boys let out a collective sigh to see your head floating a few feet away with an unamused arched brow.
With a click of his tongue, two ilu were quick to find them as they made their getaway swiftly, heading towards the flat surface of a bedding of rocks that looked a relatively safe distance away.
Jake was quick to join the group, an assertive gaze roaming over them to look for injuries and ruling Neteyam’s graze as the worst outcome.
“Man, that was crazy,” Lo’ak let out a breath, hunching over with a groan. “I’ve never had that much adrenalin.”
“You’re crazy, is what you mean,” Neteyam grumbled, pressing a cloth to his wound given by his father.
“You’re all damn crazy!” You snapped out. “Fucking leaping into an enemy ship to risk your lives - for what?! No offense, Spider.”
With a bemused smile, the boy offered two hands in peace not quite in the mood to further antagonize the oldest Sully sibling. “None taken.”
“Hey, at least we got away,” Lo’ak only grinned sheepishly at his older sister, using his innocence and minor favoritism card with the girl as Jake watched with a shake of his head, lips pulling up in a slight smile.
“Lo’ak, I will fight your a-”
One moment they were all bickering, trading snaps back and forth the safety of their lives seemingly secure with their departure from the burning ship in the background.
Then chaos ensued.
Y/N was standing, annoyed expression so very clear.
Then you weren’t.
Staggering to the ground with a muted gasp as Jake whipped around, eyes sharpening in seconds and locating the hidden sniper as his instincts came in, and within quick movements had the enemy falling into the waters with his own weapon.
Yet Jake couldn’t give a shit. His gun was thrown to the side, his feet having their own mind as he rushed forward just in time to catch you in his arms before you tilted face down.
There was no missing the clean through shot and blood oozing out frighteningly fast as he turned you around in his arms, head in the corner of his arms as Jake felt like his whole world just slipped out from underneath his feet.
“No, no, God, no,” He was muttering, before snapping at any of the children who would listen. “Press on the wound, quickly!”
Neteyam was the first one to snap out of his shock, scrambling and falling to his knees roughly on your other side as his trembling hands pushed down on the open wound, ignoring his own stinging pain.
His vision was blurry, nearly unable to see until he realized he was crying. Big, fat ugly tears filled his eyes until they nearly obscured everything.
Jake was looking around frantically as if hoping a first aid kit or something similar was simply laying around on a deserted slab of rock. A hopeless prayer for someone to save you. Help him save his daughter.
He had to find something, seaweed or something sharp to-
“Daddy, stop.”
He met your eyes, his own rapidly glazing over with wetness as he met your unwavering gaze.
“Y/N-”
You coughed, horror spreading as they witnessed blood coming out of your mouth. “It’s useless,” You breathed roughly. “-it a lung, I-I can feel it. Not much…time left.”
“Don’t say that, sister!” Neteyam growled. “Don’t you dare say it!”
“Y/N, please,” Lo’ak’s voice was a broken whisper.
“Flower, you have to fight,” Jake murmured, gently moving a wet piece of hair away before cupping the side of your face, noticing his own hands trembling as they touched your cooling skin.
“Can’t fight… something…alreadybroken.” Your whisper was a near-dead quiet, struggling for each word to leave your mouth. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” Jake swallowed, the lump in his throat so large it nearly hurt. He had gone through grief numerous times in his life. On more accounts than one even bothered to sum up.
He had lost friends, family, brothers in arms, and nearly the love of his life at one point. Yet everything until now, had never felt more frightening until this very moment. There had never been a moment for him to consider truly losing one of his children - to watch one of them perish before his very eyes, before himself as a parent.
Because he refused to ever let that happen. In his mind, he or Neytiri would always be close enough to prevent that from happening on pure will itself.
Any other great deity could in all offense fuck themselves if that thought ever manifested. They refused to let it happen.
He had been only a couple of meters away. A couple, not even far enough to call it distance.
Jake had been standing right in front of his daughter.
And he had failed to protect you.
His guilt and grief all mixed into one big mess must have been obvious for even the blind to see, because your grip around his hand tightened, although weakly to what he was usually used to, catching his attention as his tears dripped down against your skin. “It’s okay, daddy,” his strong baby girl offered him a heartbreaking smile. “I’m okay.”
His dying baby was offering him comfort. The fucking irony.
“I can’t-” His voice was a nearly garbled mess, a completely new vision of himself in front of the children. Not that they cared. All three boys were too busy crying, reaching out to touch a part of you as if trying to feed you their life source.
“-you can,” Your voice sounded strangely firm. “You all can,” with a flicker to the rest of the boys, eyes lingering on your little brothers a few seconds longer.
“H-how am I supposed to do this without you, Y/N?” Lo’ak gasped out, nails digging into the palm of his hands. “I need you beside me, please.”
It was like Eywa had breathed new life into you for the last few moments of your very being. Granting you the strength and precious time to say goodbye to your grieving family.
“You underestimate yourself too much, baby brother,” You croaked, beckoning him closer with your weak wrist as he settled down by your head, your grip surprisingly strong as he bent down to lean his forehead against your own, eyes closing as you both soaked in the comfort of each other’s presence.
“You will do great and become even greater. I can feel it. Do it for me, okay?”
Leaning back with a hiccup, Lo’ak let his big brother have a moment with you as you nearly smirked up at him. Teeth slightly bloodied, yet not losing the fire.
If Eywa wanted to take you from the world, then she could. But you would be damned if you were leaving in sorrow.
“I hate you,” Neteyam’s words shocked those present, but the heavy emotion lacing them was hard to hide. You continued smirking, mouth easing into a gentle smile.
“I love you too, little brother.” There was nothing else to be said as he did the same thing as Lo’ak, pressing his forehead gently against yours before your vision returned to your dad.
“Mama…where is mama?”
As if called from the soul itself, the familiar screech of your mother’s ikran sounded, the noise feeling oddly muted as your eyes flickered around almost disheveled searching for your mother. Searching for the warmth of her presence.
“No, no, no, ma’ite!” Neytiri gasped, her very soul starting to break as she collapsed down in the same place as her sons made space for her. Frantically taking in your form, denial spread through her.
This could not be happening. Not you. Not her baby. No. Eywa, no!
“Hi Mama,” Your voice had turned soft, childlike with your face cradled in her larger hands, body still resting on your dad’s lap. “I didn’t want to leave without seeing you.”
“You are not going,” Neytiri shook her head adamantly. “You are not leaving me, my sweet.”
“I’m sorry, mama.”
“You are taking my heart with you,” Your mother gasped out again painfully, grip slightly tight on your face, but you couldn’t help but nearly chuckle. Because you could hardly feel it.
“I’m sorry.”
It was all you could say.
“Kiri-”
“Safe,” Jake finally croaked. “Your sister is safe.” He didn’t actually know, but Jake only wanted to offer you comfort rather than worries in your last moments.
“She will be pissed at me.” This time you actually chuckled. A small, painful hack. “Not saying bye.”
“She will understand.”
Your mother was still in denial, muttering prayers under her breath as you felt your heart shatter in sympathy. I’m sorry for leaving you so early, mama.
“Don’t let Tuk Tuk see me like this,” Your last request got the heartbreaking attention of your family. “She’s too young. Clean the blood-” a new tirade of bloody coughs fell over you. “-over the wound. Don’t let her see. Please.”
“Okay,” Jake nodded, a trembling smile evident. “Okay, baby. I won’t let her see. Promise.”
It was as if your last burden had left you, your body slowly relaxing against his own, eyes slowly fluttering shut, only open a smidge to gaze at the eclipse above their heads.
“I don’t wanna let go,” Lo’ak’s croaking whisper still managed you reach your hearing. “I’m not strong enough.”
You had no strength left. You couldn’t sound your words, your comfort to him. Only your eyes moving, trying to search for him in your half-dazed state, the pain slowly ebbing away. Neteyam’s hand gripped his shoulders, pulling him into his side, and you smiled.
He would be okay.
“I think I’m gonna sleep now, Daddy.”
A shuddering breath sounded, maybe several. You couldn’t tell.
“Let’s go home, Flower. I’ll take you home.”
You continued smiling. “Yes..that sounds good.”
And then you fell asleep, chest falling still as your eyes shut completely, your body lax in between the arms and warmth of your parents.
Right, some must be wondering am I ded? Am I alive? idk at this point anymore
my original plan was to finish all the Sully fam oneshots during the summer, but then summer came and so did my vacation mode so I barely touched my computer (my bad tbh)
and now the semester is back and I'm busy writing my thesis with my advisor as well as finishing the draft for my book, so things are a tiny bit hectic :((
BUT I am here to say they have not been abandoned!! I go back to writing little paragraphs all the time, but the last two stories are somewhat quite emotional which requires a specific mindset I haven't managed to find myself in, but I am trying dw 💕
not me being in the middle of my 3-day comprehensive exam and all I can think about is fkn Jake Sully and his slutty waist cause my tiktok algorithm fell back into the thirst edits 🫠💀
