Jake sully x human!daughter!reader
Synopsis - You are faced with the man who abandoned you. Different body, same soul. How do you confront the feelings he left behind?
Warnings - Abandonment issues, mommy and daddy issues, allusions to past abuse, angsty , complicated feelings and relationship
You were in the crowd, buried amongst the sea of people, your masked face blending in with the mob of humans.
Looking at the glass cage where a man sat, head hung low, hair covering his face.
You didn't need to see him to know who he was, everybody knew who he was.
The man who betrayed mankind for some local tail on a moon so far away from home, so far from you.
The day he left for good was the day your mother lost a part of herself. The day the news spread of his betrayal left your heartbroken mother to turn to alcohol , drinking her sorrows away, one bottle after another.
Until one day when she just left, leaving you with nothing but a note with empty excuses and half hearted apologies.
You reminded her too much of him, too much of the man that stole her youth, her heart and her sanity.
You were left to grow up on Earth's overpopulated world and its overcrowded foster system. When you outgrew it, you were tossed out like a bad stack of produce.
Rotten and too old to want.
You scraped by for whatever you could do to survive. The scars on your body a reminder of things you had to do to survive a world that was already crumbling.
A world that had no place for you to squeeze into.
You were only three when you last saw him, memory of him now vague but his absence haunted you. You remembered the day he said goodbye with the promise of seeing you again.
He interlocked his pinky with yours, promising to tell you all the crazy stories he'd have to tell. You kissed his scruffy cheek and even gave him one of your favourite stuffed toys for him to remember you by.
You remember waving him goodbye from the streets as the car took him, giddy for the stories you would hear.
That was sixteen years ago.
Yet no one came back for you.
You were always sidelined, adults glancing at you with worried eyes and disgust, many openly speaking poorly of you. Children pulled away by their parents who scolded them for even approaching you.
Nobody wanted anything to do with you. It was the punishment for having the blood of a filthy traitor.
A burden you'll have to bare. The karma a daughter has to carry in her father's place.
But yet looking at him now, looking so defeated, so alone. A feeling stirred inside of you.
You knew what his fate was. It was obvious to everyone who eagerly filmed him. The way they treated him like a zoo animal. Treated him like he was less then.
The crowds of people kept pushing and shoving, trying to get a good shot of him. Their devices lifted higher, blocking your view of him now.
You should've left, should've turn your back and walk away. You didn't know him and he didn't know you.
Yet after seeing his defeated form, his sagging head. You thought about it, thought about the fact he could've had a family, could've had children. Children who would suffer the same path you did.
They'd have to learn their dad died. Leaving them alone with their mother who'd grieve the loss of her husband. Just like yours did.
Suffer the same trauma, the same pain , the same yearning to know a man they probably barely knew.
Worst of all you didn't want him to die, the thought of him being gone for good sent a wave of nausea through your stomach. Bile threatening to crawl up your throat.
You look back at the bustling crowd and the clear glass cage one more time.
In that moment you made up your mind and left.
Jake had gotten freed from the glass cage, now maneuvering through the metal structures and piles of metal and plastic.
Spider gripped onto Jake's tail like a life line, trying to keep up with Jake as he tried to lose the helicopter following them.
Jake and Spider were getting cornered, the helicopter hot on their tail. The helicopter's light following their every move and turn.
They met a dead end that felt like the end. The helicopter broadcasted their location, the soldiers that were looking for them would get them.
They were going to take him and kill him, they were going to take Spider and experiment on him. For the first time in a long time Jake felt no hope.
Suddenly gunshots fired at the helicopter breaking the glass and killing the pilot inside, causing the helicopter to lose control and crash into the ground.
It bursts into flames, the embers growing larger and bigger, spreading out. Creating a large fire wall cutting off a pathway to them.
Jake and Spider stared in disbelief, unable to process the destructive chaos that just happened in front of them.
Looking at each other, assuming the other did it. Both raised their hands to prove their own innocence.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a girl. No older than twenty, a gun in her trembling hands.
Her face was a familiar sight. A face that haunted his dreams once in a while. The human daughter he left behind years ago.
Even in this dimly lit space with only the fire to provide substantial light. Even when you had grown up and changed he could still recognise you.
He slowly came up to where you stood, his height over towering you. Spider following behind from a distance. Unsure of what to do, looking around cautiously.
You dropped the gun you were holding, the loud metal thud ringing throughout the hollow metal structures. Echoing it back to you. Your hands trembling.
Your eyes focused on the dancing flames, flickering sparks reflecting in your eyes. The fire warming your face with an orange glow.
You didn't notice him approaching until he got too close.
A shadow loomed over you. You looked to see him, standing in front of you. His height was intimidating.
Your eyes widened as you quickly turned around, arms going to wrap around yourself, a silent comfort.
You didn't know what to do or what to say anything. You never thought you'd ever see him again. You thought he'd just leave.
"You should leave now." Your voice trembled, words tumbling out as your body shook with every beat of your heart.
"Y/n?" Your name from his mouth felt like a jab to the heart. Painful and it felt like you couldn't breathe.
"Just go and don't come back!" You yelled, your hands going up to your masked face. You squatted down to the ground, lips trembling as the tears in your eyes fell against your will.
He was here, the man who had abandoned you was here. But how could you face him. He left you behind like you didn't matter at all.
You held back choked sobs, hands covering your face.
Jake crouched down, getting on your level.
A hand came up on your shoulder, large and warm. Almost comforting.
You wanted to push his hand away. To yell at him with all the rage you've pent up but in this moment, you just didn't know what to do.
You both stayed in that position for a beat, only noise passing through was the machinery of the human base and your soft sniffles.
"Why did you do it?" You asked, voice breaking the silence. You hated feeling this way, so small, so child-like. Your back still faced to him, not ready to face him yet. Not ready to look at the new face he chose.
He stood quietly, unable to form words. He knew what you meant but there were no valid excuses to make.
"I-I just wanted to be be free." That was all Jake could mutter. It was selfish maybe but in that moment all those years ago, for the first time, he felt free.
He felt free from the RDA's shackles that held him down, free from the world that treated him like dirt beneath their shoes. He was accepted and seen past his flaws and ugly human nature.
But it all came at the cost of leaving you.
You turned around to look at him, your eyes glossed with tears, droplets still streaming down your eyes. Your nose sniffling to stop the snot from dripping.
You looked just like the kid he had all those years ago except now you were older, much bigger. Your face no longer holding that childhood chub, your features now more defined.
Gone was the tiny nose he'd pretend to eat to hear your bellied laughs, now there was only a girl he regretfully never got to know in her place.
"That's a really shitty excuse." Was all you said back. Now you were more upset. All these years apart and that was the best excuse he could give.
"I'm sorry, I really am." Jake's voice was soft, almost careful.
"I hope you can understand why I did it." There it was, his careless response that ruined the moment.
Your eyebrows furrowed and your teeth gritted. Your sadness now bubbling over into the resentment and anger you held in.
You stood up to face him, now both eye to eye. For the first time since you met him you looked directly into his eyes.
Angry, you felt so angry at his audacity. How can he ask you to understand why he abandoned you. You slammed your fisted hand on his chest once. Then again and again and again.
You repeatedly hit him in the chest as fast and as hard as you could , your breath getting heavy with how fast you were hitting him. Jake didn't flinch, it didn't hurt really.
He let you do it, he didn't fight back, he knew it's the least he deserved.
You stopped for a moment to catch your breath, Jake looking at you, his eyes shined with tears that did not fall.
Your chest fell up and down, your heart beating erratically. You looked into his eyes again. The tears came out again, it felt like a never ending flow.
"I just wanted a home. I just wanted my dad." You completely broke down, tears pooled at the bottom of your mask. Your breath ragged hicks now.
Your vision blurred, your body shaking from how hard you were sobbing.
Jake stared at you, eyes full of regret and remorse. He pulled you into a hug, his large arms providing the warmth you so desperately seeked for.
But now it felt too late.
"L-let go of me." Your cries didn't stop, voice cracking with every word as you hit his chest. Trying to push him off you but he wouldn't budge. Your arms wobbled and shook everytime you attempted to push him.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry." Jake knew his apologies couldn't erase the years that he was absent, the years of pain you went through.
But he still held you anyway,
In that moment of vulnerability you let him hold you, you stopped fighting and let him cradle you once more. His hand patting your back as you cried into his shoulder.
This moment reminded him of when you were barely three.
You scraped your knee, the pain stinging a little. You cried and cried because it hurt but your daddy wheeled over.
He hauled you into his lap and kissed your booboo. He patched it up with your favourite princess bandaid.
He comforted and rocked you. Your chubby cheek squishing against his shoulder as you fell into dreamland. Your soft snores infiltrating his ear like a sweet melody.
You were his first child, his first born. The kid that brought him light even in the darkness humanity buried him in.
Maybe you'd forgive him and he could make up for everything he missed and everything you lost.
Or you wouldn't and you two would pretend you never met again. Like you didn't come face to face to save him.
Maybe you'd go back to pretending he wasn't your father, that he was a vague memory that didn't haunt you.
Whatever the case, he'll accept it. He'll let you be able to make that decision for yourself for once.
He'll hold you until you don't want him to. He'll comfort you until you say stop. He'll be here until you don't want him to be anymore.
You lifted your head from his shoulder, facing him now. Your face was puffy and soaked from crying.
Jake brought his hand to your masked face, resting it on the warm glass. His large thumb caressing the glass.
"Would you ever forgive me?" He asked, his voice held some hope. The tears that tried so desperately not to fall from his eyes, fell, cascading down his face.
Whatever you choose, he'll understand. He'll accept it.
Was this an excuse to lwk write abt my own feelings towards with my father? Most definitely 🙈 did I make Jake feel how I wish my dad felt? Absolutely 😅
I've been writing so much angst😞 I swear I'll write some fluff guys 🙏🏻
Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed reading this! Likes and reblogs are super appreciated. 🩵
