Male Human Scientist Reader (Rosetta-Inspired) x Neteyam, Lo’ak, Aonung, Rotxo, spider, so’lek, teylan, ka’nat, Eetu, and Mokasa.
-Fluff, Humor, and Some Light Angst.
• Neteyam adores how refined and put-together you are. He finds your sassy quips amusing, and though he’s more down-to-earth, he secretly enjoys the beauty tips you give him. When you fix his braids or comment on how a certain shade of red suits him, he listens very intently.
• He’s fascinated by how much you care for flowers and plants, watching you hum while tending to them. Sometimes, he just sits and admires you, wondering how someone so delicate-looking could be so passionate about something so simple.
• One day, while training with Lo’ak, he took a bad step and splashed mud all over you. The second the wet dirt landed on your pristine red outfit, your shriek could probably be heard across the entire village.
• “DIRT! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF” you flailed, shaking your arms like you were being attacked by a swarm of nantang. Neteyam, meanwhile, was doubled over laughing.
• “Oh, stop laughing and HELP ME!”
• Instead of helping, he just chuckled, making a teasing remark about how you were being dramatic. Big mistake.
• You ignored him. For two whole weeks. You walked right past him, chin lifted in defiance. He would try to speak to you, only for you to completely turn your back with a huff.
• He didn’t think you’d actually go through with it… until it got unbearable. You wouldn’t even look at him. So, one day, he literally dropped to his knees in front of you.
• “Please, yawntu, forgive me,” he pleaded dramatically, hands on his chest. “I’ll do anything.”
• After milking it for a little longer, you finally forgave him—but not before making him promise to never ever laugh at your hatred of dirt again.
• Lo’ak is obsessed with how you act like a refined prince. You’re so different from him—graceful, elegant, always dressed perfectly. He thinks it’s adorable when you fuss over your appearance, and he always compliments you with a cheeky grin.
• He loves the way you smell, often burying his face in your shoulder and inhaling deeply just to fluster you. He’ll say something like, “Mmm, you always smell so sweet, baby,” just to see you swat at him.
• One day, while carrying a bucket of water mixed with plant soil, he tripped and sent the muddy water flying onto you.
• You screamed so loudly that he actually got scared. “LO’AK! YOU FILTHY LITTLE—I CAN FEEL IT SOAKING INTO MY CLOTHES GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!—AAAAAHHHH!!!”
• You flailed so aggressively that you smacked him in the face while screeching, “GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!” He, of course, started cackling.
• “Oh, come on, baby, it’s just a little dirt—”
• You gasped, utterly offended. “A little dirt?! Are you mad?!”
• The two-week silent treatment was brutal for him. Every time he called your name, you’d walk away like he didn’t exist. If he reached for you, you’d dodge. If he tried to joke about it, you’d glare at him like he was the bane of your existence.
• Eventually, he went full dramatic mode and collapsed at your feet, arms spread like he was dying. “Baby, please, I can’t live like this. I’ll do anything.”
• You let him suffer a bit longer before sighing and cupping his face. “Promise to never disrespect my beauty struggles again?”
• “I swear it on Eywa,” he said instantly.
• You forgave him—with a warning glare. “One more time, and I’m exiling you.”
• Spider is obsessed with how different you are from him. You’re refined, elegant, and always dressed perfectly—while he’s, well… a mud-covered, barefoot menace.
• He adores annoying you by purposefully getting close when he’s covered in dirt, grinning as you screech and leap away.
• “Come on, sugar, don’t you wanna hug me?”
• “GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FERAL GREMLIN!”
• One day, he took things too far. He was playing around in the mud, and when he tripped, a wave of sludge splashed directly onto you.
• The way you screamed could have shattered glass.
• “SPIDER SOCORRO, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!”
• You flapped your hands dramatically, shaking like you’d been cursed. “I CAN FEEL IT SEEPING INTO MY SOUL—HELP ME!”
• Spider? On the ground, wheezing. He could not breathe.
• “Oh—oh my Eywa, you’re—you’re so dramatic!”
• That was it. That was the final straw.
• You banished him from your presence. For two entire weeks, you ignored him like he was a ghost.
• “C’mon, babe, it was funny!”
• “I’ll wash your clothes for a month?”
• It got so bad that he finally collapsed at your feet, arms outstretched. “PLEASE, MY LOVE! I AM BUT A LOWLY WORM! FORGIVE ME!”
• You huffed, glaring down at him. “…Fine.”
• “BUT! You must take daily baths for the next two months.”
• Spider gasped in horror. “You monster.”
• Aonung originally found you hilarious. You’re so delicate about dirt and bugs, yet you research plants on Pandora? The irony is amazing.
• That being said… you’re gorgeous. He’s not subtle about his admiration either, often saying things like, “How does someone this pretty exist?” just to see you preen.
• One fateful day, while carving something, he accidentally knocked a chunk of muddy bark onto you.
• Your scream made his ears ring. “AONUNG!”
• You started shaking your arms wildly, your red outfit now stained. “You have ruined me—RUINED ME!”
• He was wheezing, clutching his stomach while you dramatically declared your imminent demise due to the horrific incident.
• The silent treatment hit him hard. At first, he thought you were bluffing—but when you started ignoring him every time he called your name? It stung.
• He tried to provoke a reaction, even teasingly ruffling your hair (gasp the disrespect), but you only huffed and flipped your perfect locks back into place.
• He finally broke when you refused to look at him during a village gathering. He physically dropped to his knees in front of everyone and declared, “I AM SORRY, MY LOVE! HAVE MERCY ON ME!”
• You side-eyed him dramatically before finally caving. “Fine. But if you ever get me dirty again, I’ll bury you in mud.”
• Rotxo adores your personality. You’re sweet but sassy, always quick with a sharp-witted comment. He loves that you always smell like flowers and often asks what scent you’re wearing.
• He doesn’t mind at all when you give him beauty tips. If anything, he enjoys them, letting you fuss over his hair or suggest what shades suit his skin tone.
• He’d never intentionally get you dirty… but one day, he tripped while carrying a muddy fishing net and boom—right onto you.
• The way you shrieked made his soul leave his body. “NOOOOO! MY BEAUTY! MY PERFECT OUTFIT! I’M DYING! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!”
• He panicked and tried to wipe it off, but you just screamed, “DON’T TOUCH ME WITH YOUR FILTHY HANDS!”
• He felt so bad—but when Aonung and Lo’ak started laughing, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
• And that was the moment you decided he no longer existed.
• Rotxo suffered. You ignored him every single day for two weeks. He’d try to sit next to you, and you’d get up and leave. He’d greet you, and you’d act like he was air.
• One night, he finally broke, sinking to his knees with big, pleading eyes. “Yawntu, I swear I didn’t mean to! Please—don’t leave me in the dark like this!”
• You sighed dramatically before giving him a single nod. “Fine. But next time? I’m making you bathe in perfume for a week.”
• He agreed immediately, happy to finally have you back.
• So’lek is completely taken by you. He finds your refined nature and obsession with beauty strangely fascinating.
• He doesn’t understand your hatred for dirt and mud, but he adores the way you lovingly care for flowers, humming while you arrange them into stunning bouquets.
• He always listens intently when you give beauty tips, even if he doesn’t always follow them. “You’d look stunning with some floral oils in your hair, my love.”
• “Would that not… smell too strong?”
• “It would make you smell divine, darling.”
• He trusts you, so he lets you do what you want.
• But one day… he made a terrible mistake. He was sharpening his blade when he accidentally knocked over a bowl of thick mud—right onto you.
• The scream you let out made his ears flatten.
• “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
• So’lek blinked. “…Are you hurt?”
• “HURT?! I’M RUINED!” You frantically flapped your hands, stomping your feet. “IT’S IN MY CLOTHES, SO’LEK! IT’S SEEPING INTO MY OUTFIT! GET IT OFF!”
• He tried so hard not to laugh, but when you dramatically collapsed a hand on your forehead, whispering, “Tell my flowers… I loved them,” he snorted.
• You excommunicated him from your life. For two entire weeks, you walked right past him, turned your nose up, and refused to acknowledge his existence.
• It drove him insane. He needed your attention.
• Finally, in front of everyone, he knelt, placing a single flower in your hand. “I was a fool. Please, my love, forgive me.”
• You sighed, inspecting the flower. “…Fine. But next time, if you ever get mud on me again, you’ll be wearing bright pink for a week.”
• He froze. “…That is cruel.”
• “Then don’t test me, darling.”
• Teylan admires your refined nature. He finds your obsession with beauty and flowers endearing, especially the way you lovingly speak to your plants as if they were your children.
• You often give him small flower arrangements, making sure to pick ones that match his skin tone. “This will bring out the depth in your eyes,” you say, and he just stares at you like you hung the stars.
• He’s always careful not to mess up your perfect appearance… until one day, while carrying a bowl of fresh soil, he tripped and flung the entire thing onto you.
• The sound that left your mouth was inhuman. “TEYLAN! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”
• He panicked as you flapped your arms, stomping your feet and dramatically screaming, “DIRT! SO MUCH DIRT! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!!!”
• He tried to hold in his laughter, but when you shouted, “I’M GOING INTO SHOCK!” he cracked.
• That’s when you decided: Teylan is dead to you.
• You ignored him completely for two weeks. He tried to talk to you, but you’d walk right past him like he didn’t exist. He tried leaving flowers at your door, but you refused to acknowledge them.
• He finally broke and, in front of everyone, knelt before you, his head bowed in shame. “I beg for your forgiveness.”
• You took your sweet time before sighing, “Very well. But next time you ruin my outfit, I’m exiling you.”
• Ka’nat is obsessed with how you always look flawless. He often just watches you in admiration, fascinated by your graceful movements and the way you glow under the sun.
• He enjoys teasing you, often saying, “How do you survive on Pandora when you act like dirt is poison?” You always respond with a flick of your hair and, “Because I refuse to let nature best me, darling.”
• One unfortunate day, he was sharpening his spear near you when he accidentally knocked over a bucket of thick, wet mud.
• The guttural scream that tore from your throat made every single person turn. “NO! NO, NO, NO, NO—THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING! GET IT OFF!”
• Ka’nat tried to help, but you slapped his hands away. “DON’T TOUCH ME, YOU’RE CONTAMINATED!”
• He snickered. Wrong move.
• For two whole weeks, you acted like he didn’t exist. When he spoke, you turned your back. When he tried to joke, you gave him the coldest glare known to man.
• It drove him insane—to the point where he finally threw himself at your feet, head bowed. “Forgive me, ma yawntu. I was a fool.”
• You narrowed your eyes, tapping your chin before sighing, “I suppose I can forgive you… But next time, you bathe in perfume as punishment.”
• Eetu is so amused by you. You’re this sophisticated, graceful human, yet you act like dirt is the enemy. He secretly finds it adorable.
• He listens when you give him beauty tips, especially when you braid flowers into his hair. You always hum while you do it, and he just sits there, smiling softly at you.
• But one day… disaster struck. He was carving something when he accidentally flicked a chunk of mud straight onto your chest.
• He gasped. You screamed. It was chaos.
• “EETU, HOW DARE YOU?!” You staggered back, hands shaking. “I CAN FEEL IT SOAKING INTO MY CLOTHES—HELP ME!”
• He was so shocked that he just blinked. Then, he chuckled. Big mistake.
• You vanished from his life for two whole weeks. He tried everything—apologizing, leaving flowers, even trying to give you a makeover—but you simply turned your nose up and walked away.
• Eventually, he had to beg, literally sinking to his knees, eyes pleading. “Yawntu, I can’t take this anymore. I was a fool. I see that now.”
• You made him suffer a little longer before sighing, “Fine. But next time, you get one of my signature pink outfits to wear for a week as punishment.”
• Mokasa is so intrigued by you. You’re not like anyone he’s ever met—so elegant, so poised, yet so fiery in your sass. He loves watching you talk about flowers with such passion.
• He often leans down and sniffs your hair, murmuring, “You always smell so sweet.” (He lives for your flustered reaction.)
• One day, he was helping move clay pots when he accidentally knocked one over, sending a splash of muddy water all over you.
• The way you shrieked made his ears ring.
• “NOOOOOOOOOO!” You started flailing, hands trembling as you screeched, “THIS IS A NIGHTMARE—MOKASA, FIX IT!!!”
• He tried—he really did—but you kept slapping his hands away, yelling, “DON’T TOUCH ME, YOU’RE UNCLEAN!”
• He was wheezing. He couldn’t breathe from laughter. Wrong move.
• You ignored him for two entire weeks. You turned away from him mid-sentence. When he reached for you, you sidestepped.
• It took him physically kneeling in front of you, his voice deep and serious: “Please, my love. I was wrong.”
• You eyed him before sighing, “Very well. But if you ever get me dirty again, I’ll make you bathe in flower water for a month.”
• He smirked. “As long as you’re the one bathing me.”
