A/N woke up... thinking.
Pairing: Andrew Pope Cody x fem!reader
Warnings: smut (+18), calling the pu**y she, dom!andrew, sub!reader, somnolence (waking up horny from a nap), overstimulation, forced orgasms (consensual), neck grabbing, humping, praise, whining, crying.
Andrew has you tucked against his side on the couch. You’re wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts.
As you slowly drift awake from your nap, a sudden heavy wave of heat pools low in your belly.
There’s no gradual transition; you just wake up intensely turned on, the friction of his denim jeans against your bare thighs making your breath hitch.
Andrew notices the shift instantly. He doesn't move at first, but his chest rumbles against your back. "You awake?" he asks.
Instead of answering, you shift, whining softly as you press your hips back against him, seeking friction.
Andrew’s grip on your hip tightens. He hooks a finger under the hem of the oversized shirt, sliding his palm up against your bare skin.
He reads the flushed look on your face, the way your chest is heaving, and ducks his head low, his nose brushing against your neck.
He inhales deeply, a possessive growl vibrating in his chest. "I can smell how she's dripping for me, bunny," he roughly whispers against your skin, making a shiver run straight down your spine.
Before you can form a thought, his hand slides up from your waist, his long fingers wrapping securely around the front of your neck. He doesn't squeeze, but the dominant pressure of his fingers sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, dominant and hungry, swallowing your soft gasps.
By pure instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his heavy frame flush against you. You begin to hump against his thigh.
Because you're wearing nothing under the shirt, your slick wetness immediately dampens the thick denim of his jeans.
Andrew groans into the kiss, his grip on your neck tightening as he holds you steady, letting you use his leg exactly how you need it. He deepens the kiss even further, his body remaining solid for you to move against.
The friction is agonizingly perfect. Your hands fist into the fabric of his shirt, your breath hitching as you chase the edge. Andrew shifts just enough to increase the pressure, grinding back against you hard.
That single shift shatters you. Your body goes rigid, a cry muffled against his lips as a sudden intense orgasm crashes over you. You tremble violently, clinging to him, wetting his thigh as your hips give one involuntary twitch against his leg.
You expect him to let you relax, but as the peak begins to pass, Andrew doesn’t move his leg.
Your core is sensitive, you let out a desperate whine against his mouth, trying to pull your hips back.
"Uh-uh," Andrew grunts, his hand on your neck keeping you firmly pinned beneath him. "You're not done yet, sweet girl. Move."
"A- Andrew," you whine, tears of sheer frustration and pleasure pricking the corners of your eyes.
You're already so sensitive, the thought of trying to go again makes your thighs tremble.
"Do it, give me one more, we know she wants to," he commands. He shifts his thigh, grinding it up against your soaked clit. "Look how dirty she is, soaking all my clothes. Let's keep her happy, huh? C'mon."
You sob softly when your body betrays you.
Whining and crying softly, you have no choice but to start humping against his leg again. Your movements are clumsier now, frantic and desperate to get it over with because the pleasure is bordering on pain.
Andrew watches your face, captivated by the way you undo for him. He keeps his hand steady on your neck, guiding your rhythm, his other hand coming down to squeeze your hip hard, forcing you to stay flush against his thigh.
"That's it, look at you being a good girl," he murmurs.
"Right there. Keep going." his tone a mix of praise and command.
You're weeping openly now, a needy sound as the second tension builds twice as fast as the first. Your body is entirely wound up, your skin flushed and slick with sweat.
You ride his leg with desperate, rolling hitches of your hips until the pressure reaches a boiling point.
"And- Andrew, ngh, plea-please," you cry hiding your face on his shoulder, as Andrew gives a hard upward lift of his thigh, locking you in place.
"Shh, it's okay, come for me." he sushes you, stroking your leg.
You scream softly against his shoulder as a second, even more violent orgasm tears through you. Your internal muscles clamp down hard, sending intense pleasure through your overstimulated body. You completely lose control, sobbing and drooling into his neck as your thighs twitch and shake against his sides, soaking him entirely.
When it finally stops, Andrew slides his hand up to cup your cheek.
You sink back into the cushions, feeling entirely sleepy and fuzzy, your limbs heavy and your mind completely blank.
Your eyes are half lidded, unable to fully focus. Your chest still heaving with quiet whimpers.
Andrew slowly pulls back, a satisfied gleam in his eyes as he looks down at your flushed face.
"Good bunny," he murmurs. He shifts his weight, pulling your lax body back down against his, tucking you securely under his arm to let you drift right back to sleep as he kisses your neck.
Could I ask for Andrew Cody helping his girlfriend/fiancee/you pick with chronic illness flares? She needs to stay in bed/needs her wheelchair and is frustrated by it. I've been dealing with my mobility and my symptoms getting worse and the mental image is helping ^^ Thank you <3
I'm sorry to hear that 🥺 hope you enjoy this and it helps you out <333
Wheelchair day
Pairing: Andrew Pope Cody x reader (gender neutral)
Warnings: chronic illness, mobility issues, use of a wheelchair, crying, frustration, comfort, domestic fluff.
You were staring fixedly at the ceiling, tears of pure frustration streaming silently down your temples and soaking into your hair.
You tried, one more time, to shift your legs. An exhausting ache vibrated through your lower body, and your muscles responded with nothing more than a useless twitch.
An angry sob escaped your throat, and you pulled the duvet over your face, furious at your own body.
The bedroom door clicked open, and Andrew walked in. The moment he heard the muffled sound of your crying, he was across the room in a second.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and gently peeled the blanket away from your face.
Seeing your flushed cheeks and tear stained eyes broke something in him, but he kept his own expression steady. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead.
"What's wrong?" he murmured. "Talk to me, baby."
"My legs aren't doing it today, Andy," you choked out, your voice cracking. "I tried to get up, and I just… I can't. I can't do it."
"Okay," Andrew said easily. "Then we don't do it today."
"I hate this," you whispered, as a fresh wave of tears hit. "I had so much I wanted to get done. I’m so sick of being stuck like this. It’s so frustrating."
Andrew didn’t try to give you some cheerful speech. He knew better. He just shifted closer, letting you lean your heavy head against his chest. "You're allowed to be pissed off," he said, his hand tracing slow circles on your back. "It’s a shit hand to deal with, and it’s completely unfair. It's okay to cry it out."
He held you for a few minutes, letting you vent all the anger and sadness into his flannel shirt until your breathing finally started to slow.
When your tears subsided into quiet breaths, Andrew kissed the top of your head. "Ready to get out of bed? Seems like it's wheelchair day."
You nodded weakly. Andrew stood up and walked over to the corner of the room where your wheelchair sat. He brought it to the bedside, checked the brakes, flipped up the footrests, and angled it perfectly for a transfer.
He extended his arms toward you. "Come here."
Andrew slid one arm securely behind your back and the other beneath your knees. When he scooped you up, he didn't rush. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.
He settled you gently into the seat, making sure you were positioned comfortably before stepping back. He reached into the closet, grabbed an oversized hoodie, and draped it over your shoulders, followed by a light blanket for your lap.
"There," Andrew reached down, taking your hands in his and giving them a firm squeeze, kissing them after. "Let's go get you some breakfast."
The frustration didn't magically vanish, but as Andrew smiled down at you, the suffocating weight in your chest finally began to lift.
Can we please get neytiri x toddler!reader where neytiri is trying so hard to get her baby to go to sleep and toddler!reader is not having it and eventually Neytiri takes her to mo’at and she settles down and is all fluffy
Stubborn baby
Pairing: Neytiri x toddler!reader ft Mo'at
Summary: When her stubborn firstborn daughter refuses to sleep, an exhausted Neytiri seeks the help of the Tsahik in the dead of night.
It was late, even the most restless hunters had gone to sleep.
Except one little girl.
"Please, little girl," Neytiri whispered, her voice a mix of maternal love and exhaustion.
She swayed back and forth, cradling you against her chest. You were her first baby girl, a tiny blue skinned with big yellow eyes that were currently wide awake and staring up at her with pure delight.
Every time Neytiri tried to lay you down, your tiny hands would grab her braided hair, and you would let out a cheerful babble.
Neytiri tried hummed a lullaby, her ears twitching as she bounced you gently. She pressed her forehead against yours, murmuring sweet words, hoping it would finally lull you to sleep.
Instead, you reached up and let out a high pitched squeak.
Neytiri let out a sigh, her shoulders dropping.
She loved you more than life itself, but tonight, Eywa seemed to have blessed you with the energy of a thousand ikran.
Neytiri wrapped you and slipped out into the cool night air.
A short walk brought her to Mo’ats. The old woman didn't even look up as the curtain rustled, already knowing her daughter.
"She will not sleep?" Mo’at asked.
"She defies me, Mother," Neytiri admitted. "I have sung, I have rocked her, I have walked the length of the village. She only laughs."
Mo’at stood up and approached Neytiri, looking down at you. You immediately let out a happy coo, reaching your tiny arms out toward your grandmother.
"Come here, little spark," Mo’at murmured, gently taking you from Neytiri’s arms.
The moment you were settled against Mo’at’s chest, something shifted. Mo'at sat back down, settling you face down against her shoulder.
"You are trying too hard to force the sleep, daughter, " Mo’at said softly, gesturing for her daughter to sit beside her. "A child of the forest does not just close their eyes because they are told. They must feel the rhythm of the world slow down."
Mo’at began a low humming, a deep sound that rumbled straight from her chest. At the same time, she began to gently pat your back, right between your shoulder blades, matching the slow beat of her own heart.
Neytiri watched in fascination. Within seconds, your wide eyes began to blink heavily. The stubborn energy that had kept you awake for hours seemed to melt away.
"Do not bounce. It reminds them of the hunt, of movement. Instead, let them sink into you. Match your breath to theirs, then slowly drag your breath down. They will follow your lead."
Neytiri leaned closer, leaning her head against Mo’at’s shoulder, watching the miracle unfold. Mo’at gently took Neytiri’s hand and placed it over yours. Neytiri felt the exact moment your body went completely heavy.
Your eyes drifted shut.
"See?" Mo’at whispered, a smile gracing her sharp features. "She has your stubborn spirit, daughter. You cannot fight fire with fire."
Neytiri looked down at you, leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
"Thank you, Mother," Neytiri whispered.
"You are a good mother," Mo’at replied, gently transferring the heavy, sleeping bundle back into Neytiri’s arms. "Go, sleep before she decides its time to be stubborn again."
Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x (recent) girlfriend!reader
Warnings: fluff, possessive behavior?, kissing.
Summary: Turns out Jack's girl is hiding some serious strength right under his nose.
The clock on the gym wall reads just past 3 PM.
With Jack's night shift, training is the only way you two get to see each other some days. This shared time at the gym has quickly become your favorite ritual.
"Alright, I'll spot you," Jack says.
He watchs you adjust the padding on the barbell.
He thinks you’re just going to grab a couple of small five pound plates.
But then you bypass the smaller iron altogether, wrap your fingers around a heavy forty five pound plate, and slide it onto the sleeve of the barbell.
Then, you walk around to the other side and do the exact same thing.
You make this action three times.
He blinks, his eyes dart from the barbell over to you, then back to the barbell. He starts mentally tallying up the math.
Forty-five, ninety, one-thirty-five…
"Doll," Jack blurts out, a mix of disbelief and medical panic in his voice. "Are you sure you can lift that? How much weight is that? Is your spine okay?"
You can't help but giggle at the look on his face as you finish securing the barbell. "Yeah, baby, I'm sure. This is just my standard leg day routine."
"Your standard routine?" Jack repeats, shaking his head with a slow chuckle. He steps in a little closer, shifting his weight and planting his biological foot firmly to keep his balance steady on the rubber matting.
"Seriously, doll, your L4 and L5 vertebrae aren't crying out for mercy right now?"
"They're perfectly happy, I promise," you assure him, sliding your legs under the padded bar and setting your upper back firmly against the bench. "Just watch."
Jack crosses his arms "Alright, but if I have to wheel you into my own ER at seven o'clock tonight because you threw your back out, I am never letting you live it down."
Despite the teasing, his eyes are focused.
He watches as you take a deep breath, brace your core, and drive your hips upward. The bar rises smoothly, locking out perfectly at the top.
"Jesus," Jack mutters under his breath, the protective worry instantly evaporating into pure awe. "Where do you hide this strength, you little human?"
You push through eight clean repetitions, the burning in your muscles matching the focus in your mind. On the final rep, you hold it at the peak before letting the bar find the floor with a heavy thud.
You lean back against the bench, breathing heavily.
"I mean, I knew you were strong, but that?" Jack chuckles and gently squeezes your knee. "You just casually lock out a weight that would make half the interns at the hospital cry."
Before you can even catch your breath to tease him, his hand cups the side of your face. His thumb presses, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. There’s a sudden dark intensity in his eyes, a primal reaction to seeing exactly what you're capable of.
He leans down, his mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that catches you completely off guard.
It’s a sharp contrast to his usual gentle affection; it's heavy, breathless, and intensely demanding, marking his territory right there in the middle of the gym. Your hands instinctively grip his biceps, feeling the hard flex of his arms.
When he finally pulls back just an inch, his thumb strokes roughly across your lower lip. His hot breath against your skin, his eyes fixed possessively on yours.
"Mine," he whispers, his voice sending a sudden shiver straight down your spine.
Hi! Hope you are doing well! Can we please get a toddler!reader one shot where they are adjusting to living with the metkayina and both toddler!reader and neytiri are grumpy about it and Jake and the other kids trying to cheer them up? Thank you ☺️
Hiii i didn't realize i wrote something angst based on your request, I hope you like it 🥺 I promise I'm gonna write another one focused on them trying to cheer them up!!
Pairing: Jake Sully x Neytiri x Neteyam x toddler!reader
Warnings: kinda angst, sickness, fever, arguments, stress.
Summary: The youngest Sully struggles to adapt and the overwhelming stress pushes Jake and Neytiri to a breaking point.
(I miss my man Neteyam)
✨ based on this request ✨
The Sully's marui felt less like a home and more like an oven. The transition from the cool forest to the blinding sun drenched reefs had completely overwhelmed your small body.
Today, the midday heat of the ocean had claimed two victims: Neytiri and her youngest toddler daughter.
But while Neytiri’s discomfort manifested as fierce irritation, yours had taken a scarier turn.
The air was suffocating. You weren't crying anymore; you didn't have the energy. You were curled up in a ball, your tiny tail limp and unmoving. Your skin was burning hot to the touch, flushed an unhealthy shade of blue.
A pathetic whimper escaped your throat as you shifted, your eyes halfclosed and glazed over with a fever.
"I know, my little leaf, I know," Neytiri whispered, her voice tight with a mix of anger and desperate worry.
She was kneeling right beside you, soaking a cloth in a bowl of fresh water and gently pressing it to your burning forehead. Her ears were pinned flat against her head, and her hands shook slightly.
"'want the trees, mama," you mumbled deliriously, your voice was raspy. Your little fingers weakly clutched at the air. "Want home. Want big tree. Too hot, ma..."
Neytiri’s heart broke. She pulled you against her chest, rocking you back and forth as you let out another feverish sob. "Me too, my baby," she murmured into your hair, her eyes blazing with a helpless fury. "I miss the big tree too."
The curtain flap lifted, letting in a blinding shaft of sunlight. Jake and Neteyam stepped inside, their arms full of large broadleaves.
The moment Jake saw the state of you, limp in your mother's arms, his heart made a thing.
"Is she getting worse?" Jake asked as he dropped to his knees beside you. He placed his hand against your cheek. The heat radiating off your skin made his stomach drop. "Damn it. Her fever's spiking."
Neteyam knelt on your other side, in protective panic. "Tsireya said we should try to keep her body fresh, otherwise the heat just makes the fever worse."
"Okay, give me the broadleaves," Jake ordered gently but firmly.
He took the largest leaf and began to fan you, creating a cool breeze that cut through the stagnant air of the tent.
Neteyam immediately took the cloth from his mother's hands, rinsing it in the water and gently wiping down your arms and legs, trying to draw the fever out.
The sudden coolness of the water and the rush of air made you shudder. A loud whine escaped you, and you tried to shield your face with your hands. "No... cold!"
"I know, baby, I know it's cold, but you gotta let us help you," Jake cooed as he kept fanning.
Neteyam swallowed hard, leaning over to gently press a kiss to your warm hand. "You're our tough forest girl, remember? You survived the sky people, you can beat a little sunshine."
For the next hour, Jake’s arms ached from fanning, and Neteyam tirelessly refreshed the cool cloths, while Neytiri held you tightly against her core, offering her own body as a anchor of safety.
Slowly, your breathing began to even out. The angry flush of your skin began to cool back down to its healthy shade. Your eyelids fluttered open, looking less glazed and more present as you looked up at your family.
You let out a sigh, your hand reaching up to weakly grasp Neteyam’s finger.
Neteyam smiled in relief. "Hey there. Welcome back, sleepyhead."
Jake stopped fanning. "Well, look at you, babygirl, fever's breaking."
Neytiri looked down at you, watching Neteyam softly tickle your tummy until a giggle escaped your lips.
"I’m forest girl," you mumbled softly, resting your heavy head against your mother's chest.
"Yes, my sweet leaf," Neytiri whispered, kissing the top of your head, her eyes catching Jake's grateful gaze. "You're our brave forest girl."
Your fever had finally begun to dip, leaving you exhausted. Neteyam sat in the corner of the pod, having gently pulled your body into his lap. He kept a wet cloth pressed to your forehead, his fingers troking your back to keep you calm. He was doing his best to block out the angry whispers traveling across the marui, but it was impossible.
"Look at her, Jake!" Neytiri’s voice was a harsh hiss. She stood near the entrance, her arms rigid at her sides, her tail lashing violently. "She is sick! Her skin is dry! This place is killing her, and it is killing me!"
"Baby, keep your voice down, she’s trying to sleep," Jake pleaded, his own voice tight with exhaustion and defense. "It's a heat wave. It happens. Kids get sick."
"Not in the forest!" she spat, stepping closer to him, her eyes flashing with a dangerous fire. "In the forest, we have the shade of the ancestors. Here, there is nothing but blinding light and boiling water. We do not belong here. You brought us here!"
The accusation hung heavily in the air. Jake flinched, the guilt he had been carrying since they left the Omaticaya being dragged into the light.
"I brought us here to keep us alive!" Jake snapped back. "They’re hunting us, Neytiri! If we stayed in the mountains, they would already have burned the forest down! You think a fever is bad? Try a fucking missile!"
In Neteyam’s lap, you let out a whimper at the rising volume of their voices. You buried your face into your older brother's chest in discomfort.
"Shh, shh... It’s okay," Neteyam whispered softly, his heart aching for you. He quickly shifted his body, turning his back to his parents to block your view of the argument and pressing his cheek against the top of your head. "Don't listen to them. Keep sleeping."
"It is not just the heat," Neytiri’s voice cracked, the anger giving way to a grief that Neteyam had never heard from his mother before. "The Metkayina look at us like we are... deformed. They whisper about our tails. They mock our hands. Our daughter cannot swim, she cannot breathe this air, she cries for the trees every night. We are losing ourselves, Jake."
"We are surviving," Jake said. He reached out, his hands gripping her shoulders. "I hate this heat too. I hate seeing her sick. But we have to make this work. We don't have anywhere else to go."
Neytiri didn't pull away. She let her forehead drop against Jake's chest, her shoulders shaking as she let out a silent sob. Jake wrapped his arms tightly around her, whispering apologies.
Hearing the silence from the front of the tent, you peeked out from Neteyam’s body. And then, uou looked up at your big brother.
"Mama and Dada sad? Angry with me?" you whispered.
Neteyam offered you a smile. "No. They're just tired, sis. They love you. So much."
He picked up a small piece of the fresh fruit from the bowl beside him and offered it to you. You looked at it, then up at him.
"For the toughest forest girl in the world," Neteyam murmured. "You need to recharge your energy."
Slowly, you took a small bite. The sweet cool juice seemed to soothe your throat, and for the first time all day, your tiny tail gave a weak twitch against Neteyam's leg.
Neteyam smiled, holding you just a little bit closer as the ocean breeze finally kicked in, cooling the marui at last.
You were far from home, but as long as you had your family, you would be safe.
Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x girlfriend!reader
Warning: fluff, comfort, period, menstruation, period cramps, cravings.
Summary: Jack comes home to find you dealing with period cramps and a major sweet tooth; offering nothing but non judgmental comfort, hugs and belly rubs.
Jack stepped into the apartment. His shoulders were tense but the moment he caught sight of you sitting at the kitchen island, a soft warmth melted away his fatigue.
It was 7:30 in the morning, and you were happily devouring a stack of thick pancakes practically drowning in maple syrup, flanked by a side of chocolate chip cookies and a mug of hot cocoa.
Not exactly a balanced breakfast, but Jack didn’t even blink.
He knew your cycle like the back of his hand, and right now, the rules of nutrition didn't apply.
"Morning, sweet thing," Jack murmured.
He walked over and leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. He inhaled deeply, replacing the hospital smell with the comforting scent of your shampoo and sugar.
"Morning, handsome" you mumbled around a mouthful of pancake, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. "Don't judge me. The cravings hit hard today."
Jack let out a chuckle, the sound vibrating pleasantly against your shoulder. "I didn't say anything. You eat whatever you need to, love."
He pulled away just enough to look at you, his gaze instantly softening when he noticed the slight paleness of your face and the way you were subtly hunched over.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his hand reaching out. "Are you okay? Bad cramps today?"
"A little," you admitted, leaning into his touch as his hand found its way under your oversized sweatshirt.
He began to trace slow, soothing circles right where it hurt the most. The heat of his palm felt like an instant balm against the knots in your abdomen.
"Did you take anything for the pain yet?" he whispered, stepping closer so your back was pressed against his chest while he continued the comforting caress.
"Not yet. I wanted to get some food in my stomach first."
"Good call." He kissed the side of your neck, his thumb lightly sweeping across your hip. "Finish up. I'm going to jump in the shower, and then I’m all yours. I'll grab the heating pad on my way back."
You turned your head to look at him. "You just worked a twelve hour shift, baby. You should be sleeping."
Jack just smiled, leaning down to catch your lips in a sweet kiss. "I can sleep while holding you. Best of both worlds."
Hi, I know you've only wrote romantic fic for the Pitt but I was wondering if you'd like the idea of writing about a parent/child dynamic, like Jqxk (or anyone else) having to take care of a teenager
hiii, yes! I love to write those dynamics! Send me your idea and i will write it :)
Jack and Neytiri youngest child trying to understand how Mo’at is Neytiri mom. Kinda like that one fic you did when Jake try to tell their child mama has a name and it’s not just mama.
I love children trying to understand the world 😭
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Tshaki!
Pairing: Jake Sully x toddler!daughter ft Mo'at
Mo’at sat cross legged, in front of her sat the youngest addition to Jake and Neytiri’s family; a blue skinned whirlwind with enormous eyes and a stubborn streak that rivaled her mother’s.
She was currently trying to braid a blade of grass, her tongue poking out in intense concentration.
The sound of approaching footsteps broke her concentration. Her ears instantly perked up, twitching forward before she scrambled to her feet, abandoning her braid.
"Dada!" she squealed, tumbling forward.
Jake instantly softened at the sight of his babygirl. He swung her up onto his hip, planting a loud kiss on her cheek that made her giggle and press her tiny hands against his face.
"Hey there, my little monkey," Jake chuckled, adjusting her on his hip before looking over at his mother in law. He offered a respectful smile. "I hope she wasn't too much of a handful for you, Mo'at."
His baby's giggles stopped instantly. Her brow furrowed, and she whipped her head around to look at her father, her little tail swishing with indignation.
"No! Dada!" she protested, slapping a tiny hand against Jake’s chest to get his full attention.
Jake blinked, startled by the sudden shift in energy. "What? What's wrong?"
"Not Mo'at!" she pointed a finger dramatically over at the elder woman. "She's tshaki! Mom’s mom. Healer."
Jake froze, momentarily caught off guard.
Mo’at didn't move a muscle but the corners of her mouth twitched upward ever so slightly.
"Oh, is that right?" Jake teased gently. "But that's her name, baby. Mo'at."
"No!" she stamped her foot against Jake’s hip. Then, she leaned in close to Jake’s ear, whispering loudly, "Mo'at is a bad word. Mom says only Jake when you are in trouble. She's tshaki."
Jake choked on a laugh, a flush of heat creeping up his neck. He deliberately avoided looking at Mo'at, knowing exactly which arguments with Neytiri his daughter had been overhearing.
"Uh, is that what your mother told you?" Jake muttered.
Mo’at stood up, her regal posture shifting into something warm and grandmotherly as she stepped closer to them. She reached out, gently bopping the little girl's nose.
"This little one speaks the truth, Jake Sully," Mo'at said. "Perhaps you should listen to her more often. She clearly has a better grasp of respect than her father."
"Yeah, yeah, alright, fair point," Jake conceded with a defeated chuckle. He looked back at his daughter, who was currently looking smug about winning the argument. "My apologies, Tsahik. And thank you for watching her."
The little girl nodded approvingly, satisfied that order had been restored to the universe. She rested her head against Jake's shoulder.
"Come on, let's get you home before you tell any more family secrets," Jake murmured, giving Mo'at a final respectful nod.
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