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: Jake Sully x toddler!daughter
Warnings: fluff, toddler tantrums, minor sibling mischief, Jake being a total softie.
Summary: being the youngest member of the Sully family means learning a few bad habits from the older brothers.
In the center of the family pod, the youngest Sully was currently engaged in a protest. The crime? Being told she could not ride an ikran.
"No! I go! Daddy, my go!" she shrieked, stomping her foot against the woven flooring. She had already managed to knock over a basket of dried fruit and was currently eyeing Neytiri’s favorite weaving loom with intent.
Jake let out a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He loved his kids, but his babygirl was an entirely different beast when she was being capricious. "That’s enough. Look at me."
The toddler paused, her tail lashing behind her. She looked up, her eyes wide and defiant.
Jake dropped to one knee to meet her at eye level, putting on his best seriuos face. "We don't throw things, and we definitely don't yell. I said no. Stop that. Sit. Now."
For a moment, it looked like he’d won. The little girl’s lip trembled, and she went stiff.
But then, a memory flickered in her mind. Just yesterday, she had watched from the shadows as Lo’ak and Neteyam got into it over a lost spear. When Neteyam had pulled the older brother card, Lo’ak had leaned forward and delivered a gesture of such profound disrespect that the toddler had been entranced ever since.
She took a deep breath.
She shoved her tongue out as far as it would go, scrunching her nose and narrowing her eyes just like Lo’ak had.
Jake froze. The stern lecture died in his throat.
Behind him, he heard a muffled sound. He turned his head slightly to see Lo’ak standing in the entrance of the pod, eyes wide with horror, quickly covering his mouth with both hands. Neteyam was right behind him, looking between the toddler and his father with an expression that said I’m not involved in this.
"Did you just..." Jake turned back to his daughter. "Where did you learn that?"
The toddler did it again. Pffft.
"Lo'ak," Jake barked, not looking away from the tiny rebel.
"I didn't—I, I didn't teach her!" Lo’ak protested.
Jake looked back at his youngest. She was still standing there, looking incredibly proud of her new weapon. The corner of his mouth twitched.
"Alright, listen here, you little menace," Jake muttered, reaching out to scoop her up. She let out a squeal of protest as he tucked her under his arm like a sack of grain. "If you’re going to act like your brother, you can follow him. Both of you are on dish duty."
Jake’s resolve lasted exactly four seconds.
As soon as he reached the cooking area and set her down, her little face crumpled, her eyes flooding with tears. A heartbroken sob escaped her.
"No... no dish," she wailed, her tiny hands reaching up for him. "D-Dad..."
Jake was a warrior, a leader, but he was absolutely weak for his crying daughter.
"Hey, hey, no, okay. Shhh," Jake muttered and scooped her back up, this time pulling her firmly against his chest. He felt her wet face tuck into the crook of his neck, her sobbing breaths hitching against his skin.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry," he whispered, pacing in a small circle and rubbing her back in the way that always calmed her down. "No dish duty. I was just kidding, babygirl."
From the edge of the pod, Lo’ak watched the scene, his jaw dropping. "Oh, seriously? I do that and I get grounded for a week! She sticks her tongue out and gets a hug?"
Jake shot a sharp look over his shoulder. "Not another word, Lo’ak."
As his son grumbled and retreated, Jake felt the toddler’s grip tighten around his neck. Her crying began to subside into small sniffles. He pulled back just enough to look at her, using his thumb to wipe away a stray tear from her cheek.
"You can't do that to me, kiddo," he sighed, his forehead leaning against hers. "You’re going to be the death of me."
She looked at him, her eyes still watery. "No dish?"
"No dish," Jake promised, defeated. "But if you stick your tongue at me again, I’m telling your mother."
The toddler let out a tiny giggle, burying her face back into his chest. Jake knew he was being played, and he knew he was setting a terrible precedent for discipline.
can you do Jake and Neytiri child asking the impossible questions like “where were they before they were born?” or “where do babies come from?” or “How did daddy come from a different star?”
I'm sorry this took so long 🥺 I missed writing Jack x child, thank you so so much for the request <333
from another star
Pairing: Jake Sully x toddler!daughter x Neytiri
Warning: none. fluff.
Summary: Jake's youngest daughter finds out he has an extra finger and it's very curious about it
In the warmth of their family’s sleeping mat, Jake sat with his two year old bundle of energy perched on his lap, while Neytiri looked on with a smile.
The toddler was currently obsessed with Jake’s hands. Small fingers traced the line's on Jake’s palm before moving up to count.
"S'aw," the child chirped, holding up their own hand. "Mone."
"That’s right, babygirl," Jake chuckled, splaying his hand out. "I’ve got five. A little extra for gripping."
The child frowned, a look of intense concentration wrinkling their brow. They looked at Neytiri’s hand: four fingers. They looked at their own: four fingers. Then, they looked back at the fifth digit on Jake’s hand as if it were a strange new creature.
"Why?" the toddler asked, her big golden eyes locking onto Jake’s. "How? How daddy come from 'tar? One mor'?"
Jake felt the familiar catch in his chest. He looked at Neytiri, who raised an eyebrow, silently wishing him luck with this particular question.
"You mean the stars in the sky?" Jake asked, pointing upward through the canopy where the distant lights of the universe flickered.
The toddler nodded vigorously. "Daddy a star person?"
"Not exactly, little one," Jake said, trying to find the words. "A long time ago, Daddy lived in a place very, very far away. So far that you can only see the light of its sun from here."
"Fly?"
"I did. In a very big metal bird that slept for many years." Jake wiggled his fifth finger. "And where I come from, everyone has five fingers. It’s just how we were made to touch the world there."
The toddler grabbed Jake's pinky finger, tugging it gently. "Was it cold?"
"A little," Jake admitted, leaning his forehead against the child’s. "But then I found the People. I found your mother. And Eywa gave me a new heart to match yours."
The toddler seemed to process this for a moment, then looked at their own four fingers with a hint of disappointment. "I want a star finger."
Neytiri let out a soft laugh, reaching over to pull her hand. "You have the spirit of the sky, my little one. You do not need an extra finger to reach the stars."
The toddler seemed satisfied with that, curling into Jake’s chest. "Okay. But next time... bring me a 'tar?"
"I'll see what I can do," Jake whispered, kissing the top of her head as the forest glowed a little brighter around them.
Pairing: Jake Sully x daughter!reader (ft Neytiri, Tuk, Kiri (mentioned), Neteyam (mentioned).)
Warning: angst, parental neglect, physical injury, emotional repression, arguments, fighting, hurt comfort
Summary: As Neteyam’s twin sister, you were never allowed to be just a child. Every day was a lesson in toughness, every conversation with your father was a debriefing and every smile you once had was slowly chiseled away by Jake’s high expectations.
✨ based on this request ✨
The weight of your bow always felt heavier than the one Neteyam carried, even if they were carved from the same wood.
As the twin to the golden son, you weren't just a daughter; you were a shadow that had to be just as sharp.
The sun was barely up when the first arrow left your string. Your fingers were raw from yesterday's training, you could no longer feel the bite of the cord.
"Again," Jake’s voice barked. "Your stance is wide. You’re bracing for a hit instead of moving with the wind. Again."
You adjusted, your lungs burning. To your left, Neteyam caught your eye, a silent look of sympathy. He knew. He noticed the daily "Good job, son," while you got the "Don’t let it happen again."
Later that afternoon, the atmosphere shifted. Kiri drifted toward the clearing, humming a low tune. Jake’s face softened instantly. The hard lines around his eyes, the ones that had been judging your footwork all morning, melted away.
"Kiri, baby, be careful with those thorns," he said, his voice dropping into a gentle tone you hadn't heard directed at you in months. He reached out, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "You want to go see the woodsprites? I'll walk with you."
You stood ten feet away, coated in dust and sweat, clutching a spear like a lifeline. He didn't even look back.
The shift didn’t happen all at once. It was a slow cooling.
The daddy’s girl who used to leap onto his back was dying. In her place grew a soldier. You stopped bringing him small gifts from the forest. You stopped seeking his praise. Most importantly, you stopped smiling when he entered the room.
"You’re late for dinner," Jake said as you entered the family hut. He was laughing at something Lo'ak had said but his eyes sharpened when they landed on you.
"I'm sorry, Sir," you replied.
The words were clipped. Ice-cold. You didn't sit by his side like you used to. You sat by the entrance, checking the fletching on your arrows.
Jake paused, the laughter dying in his throat. "I’m just saying, the team relies on—"
"I already understood the correction," you interrupted, not looking up. "It won't happen again."
The silence that followed was hard. Neytiri looked between the two of you, her brow furrowing, sensing the sudden wall you had built.
-
You sat on the floor, your fingers woven into Tuk’s hair as she leaned against your chest, showing you a collection of glowing shells. For the first time in months, your shoulders weren't hunched toward your ears. You looked... soft.
Until the footfalls of Jake interrupted the moment.
"Get your gear," Jake said, not even slowing down as he grabbed his own pack. "We’re scouting the eastern ridge. Neteyam is already at the pens."
You didn't move. Your hands stayed steady in Tuk’s braids. "I’m staying home today."
Jake stopped in his tracks. He looked at you as if you had spoken in a foreign tongue. "Excuse me?"
"I am staying with Tuk," you repeated, your voice flat. "She wants to go to the river. I told her I would take her today."
"The river can wait," Jake snapped, his voice rising into a commander tone that usually made everyone fall in line. "The RDA is moving equipment. And you’re one of our best warriors. Get up. Don't be stubborn."
You looked up and the coldness in your gaze made Jake flinch. "I am always a warrior. I was a warrior yesterday and I will be one tomorrow. Today, I am a sister."
"It's not a request!" Jake stepped forward, his shadow looming over you. "You have a responsibility to this clan. You don't get to choose when you want to show up because you’re in a mood."
Neytiri appeared from the back of the hut, her eyes darting between Jake’s mounting fury and your rigid posture. She saw the way you held Tuk, not just with affection but like a shield.
"Ma Jake," Neytiri warned softly, placing a hand on his arm. She looked at you, her expression softening with a painful realization. She saw the change. The girl who used to smile while she trained was gone; in her place was a statue of salt and pride. "Let her stay. Neteyam and Lo'ak are enough for one patrol."
"No, she needs to understand," Jake argued, shaking his head. "She’s been pulling away for weeks. You want to be treated like a grown warrior? Then act like one and follow orders."
You stood up then, gently nudging Tuk toward her mother. You stood tall, matching Jake’s height as best you could.
"Is that all I am to you, dad?" your voice cracked. "A soldier you can order around?"
"You're being a brat," Jake sighed, exasperated. "Kiri doesn't give me this kind of trouble."
The mention of Kiri’s name hurt you. You felt a heat rise in your throat, a familiar sting of tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
You stepped back. You swallowed hard, forcing the lump down. Your eyes were swimming, glazed with a layer of unshed tears that threatened to spill, but you refused to let them fall. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing a delicate daughter he clearly didn't want you to be.
"I am not being stubborn," you whispered, your voice trembling. You blinked rapidly, holding the tears. You grabbed your hunting knife, not to go to the ridge but to keep it by your side as you sat back down next to a confused, quiet Tuk. "I'm staying home, I'm going to take my sister to the river, as I promised, you can punish me later."
Jake opened his mouth to bark another order but Neytiri’s grip on his arm tightened, her hiss low and sharp.
She saw the way your jaw was locked tight enough to break. She knew that if Jake pushed one more time, he wouldn't just be losing a soldie, he’d be losing his daughter forever.
Jake looked at you for a long beat, seeing the warrior he’d demanded and finally realizing how much that warrior hated him. Without another word, he turned and walked out.
For a heartbeat, you stood perfectly still, your ribcage tight as if you were bracing for a physical blow. You thought you had held them back. You thought you had won that battle. But as the adrenaline of the argument ebbed away, a tear escaped. Then another.
You didn't sob. You didn't make a sound. You simply stood there, leaking a pain you weren't allowed to voice.
Neytiri was at your side in an instant. Her hand reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to catch the moisture on your chin.
"My daughter," she whispered. "Look at me. Do not hide your heart."
You jerked your head away, your movement sharp and jagged. You reached up with the back of your hand, violently wiping your eyes. You wouldn't let the tears fall. You wouldn't let them be real.
"I am fine," you snapped, though the words were thick, caught in the back of a throat that felt like it was closing.
"You are not," Neytiri countered gently, stepping into your line of sight. She saw the glassy sheen you were trying so hard to blink away. "Your father… he sees the strength of the Omatikaya in you but he forgets the spirit of the child. He is wrong to push you this way. Let me speak to him."
"There is nothing to speak of, mother," you said, finally looking at her. "He got what he wanted. He wanted a soldier. He should be happy."
Neytiri opened her mouth to reach for you again, her heart breaking at the sight of her daughter, once so bubbly and bright, now looking like a veteran of a thousand wars before she had even reached her prime.
"Please, listen to—"
"Hey, TukTuk!" you called out, your voice cracking but firm.
Tuk, who had been huddled near the sleeping mats, looked up with wide eyes. "Get your basket, sis" you told her, your back turned to Neytiri. You couldn't face your mother’s empathy; it was more dangerous than your father’s anger. It made you want to crumble and you couldn't afford to be in pieces. "We are going to the river, like I promised."
Tuk scrambled to her feet, sensing the urgency. She ran to your side, grabbing your hand. Your grip was tight, too tight, but she didn't complain.
"We will talk when you return," Neytiri said, her voice trailing you to the entrance.
You didn't look back. You just walked out, pulling Tuk along, your head held high and your jaw locked. You kept your eyes fixed on the path ahead, refusing to let the forest see you cry.
-
Days later, a scouting mission had gone wrong in seconds. An RDA patrol had pushed deeper than expected and you had stayed behind to cover the retreat of the younger hunters.
You didn't feel the sting of the bullet at first. You weren't aware of the amount of blood you had lost. It was only when you tried to leap for a high branch that your leg buckled, the world tilting violently. You crashed through the canopy, the jagged branches tearing at your skin before you hit the forest floor with a sickening thud.
Blood began to soak into the moss beneath you. You tried to reach for your knife but your arm felt like lead.
Heavy footsteps thudded nearby. Then, a shadow blocked out the dappled sunlight. Jake.
He skidded to a halt, his face goind pale. He dropped his rifle, his hands hovering over the jagged wound in your side. "Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me, babygirl. Stay with me."
You looked up at him, your vision blurring at the edges. A weak, bitter smile twitched at your lips.
"I-I think I lost a lot of blood, dad" you whispered. "I shouldn't- I..."
Unadulterated terror broke in his eyes. "Stop talking, you're okay... We're getting you out of here."
As he lifted you, the pain finally surged, a wave that drowned out his voice. Your head hit his shoulder and the world went black.
-
"She is a child, Jake!" Neytiri’s voice was a serrated blade, echoing through the healing circle.
"She’s a warrior! She stayed back because that’s what she was trained to do!" Jake yelled back, though his voice sounded desperate.
Neytiri hissed, her fangs bared.. "You did what a commander does. You did not do what a father does."
"There’s no difference out there! If she isn't sharp, she dies!"
"And what of her spirit, Jake?" Neytiri stepped into his space, her eyes flashing. "You have carved away everything that made her her."
Jake turned away. "She’s the best scout I have. I needed her to be focused."
"She is not a scout! She is your daughter. I see the looks you give to her. You look at Kiri and see a flower and you look at her and see a spear."
"That's not fair," Jake groaned, his head dropping.
"It is the truth. You hardened her until she stopped coming to you for comfort. You pushed her until she stopped smiling." Neytiri pointed at your unconscious form. "She did not stay behind to be a hero, Jake. She stayed because she thinks her only value to you is how well she can bleed for the clan."
Jake went silent, the weight of her words finally sinking in like a lead weight. When you finally opened your eyes, the pain was a dull throb. Jake was there, sitting by your side. He looked smaller than usual, his broad shoulders slumped.
"Hey," he whispered, seeing you stir.
You looked at him and for the first time you didn't hide the emptiness. "Did the scouts make it back, Sir?"
Jake winced. "Stop that. Call me Dad. Please."
"Dad is for the daughters who get to stay home and pick shells," you said, your voice cracking. "I'm just a warrior you trained."
"You’re not a thing, baby," he said, his voice breaking. He reached out, and when you tried to pull away, he gently caught your hand. He held it like it was the most fragile thing in Pandora.
"I was so scared when I found you," he choked out, leaning forward until his forehead rested against the edge of your mat. "I realized I’ve been so busy making sure you could survive the world that I forgot to make sure you wanted to live in it."
He looked up, his eyes wet. "I don't want a warrior. I want my girl back. I want the girl who used to jump on my back and tell me stories. I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry."
The wall you had built shattered. You let out a jagged sob, the first real sound of emotion you’d made in months.
Jake immediately moved, carefully pulling you into his chest, mindful of your bandages. He tucked your head under his chin, rocking you slightly.
"I've got you," he murmured, his hand stroking your hair. "I'm sorry. No more training for a long time. No more ridge patrols. Just us."
"Can I just... stay home with Tuk tomorrow?" you sniffled into his shoulder.
Jake let out a watery smile, kissing the top of your head. "You can stay home as long as you want. I’ll even let you win at the shell game. I love you, kiddo. So much."
Summary: Jake and Neytiri find themselves in the middle of a high stakes dinner time stand-off when you decide that vegetables are disgusting.
✨️based on this request ✨️
Jake let out a long sigh, wiping a stray smear of mashed greens from his forearm. "C’mon, babygirl. One bite. Just one. Look, I’m eating them! See? Mmm. Delicious."
He made a show of chewing, widening his eyes. You didn't budge. You sat with your arms crossed over your chest.
"No," you declared, your chin tilted up. "Don't like it."
"You haven't even tried it them," Neytiri pointed out, her voice calm. She was currently crouched beside you, peeling back the outer layer of a vegetable. "It will make you strong. Do you not wish to hunt like your brother? To be as fast as them?"
"I am fast. And I did it with no greens." you countered.
Jake snorted, hiding his grin behind his hand. "She’s got your logic, baby."
Neytiri shot him a look. "Do not encourage this. She must eat." She turned back to you, her expression softening as she held out a small piece on the tip of her finger. "Little one, Great Mother provides these so our spirits stay bright. If you do not eat, your spirit will be grumpy."
"My spirit is fine," you muttered, pouting. "The greens are bad. They taste like... dirt."
"Dirt?" Jake barked a laugh. "They taste good!They have the taste of Omaticaya pride!"
He picked up a piece of the vegetable and started flying it through the air, making the whistling sound of an ikran. "Look out! The Great Green Ikran is coming in for a landing! It’s looking for a cave! Is the cave open?"
You squeezed your lips shut so tight they turned pale, shaking your head frantically.
"The cave is sealed!" Jake joked, looking at Neytiri. "We’re gonna need reinforcements."
Neytiri sighed, but a small smile tugged at her lips. She leaned in close, whispering as if sharing a great secret. "You know... your father is only eating them because he is afraid if he doesn't, I will win our race to the river tomorrow. He knows they give warriors their speed."
You blinked, looking from your mom to your dad. Jake caught on instantly, puffing out his chest.
"Hey! I’m not afraid! I’m just... fueling up. But yeah, if you don't eat yours, I guess I'll just have to eat them for you. Then I’ll be twice as fast. I'll probably leave you both in the dust."
He reached for your bowl.
"No!" You lunged forward, grabbing the bowl and pulling it to your chest. Your competitive streak flared up. You looked at the green bud with deep suspicion, then back at Jake’s smug face.
With a dramatic grimace, you took one.
The tent went silent. Jake and Neytiri held their breath. You chewed slowly, your ears twitching as you processed the flavor. Finally, you swallowed.
"Still tastes like dirt," you announced, but you took another bite anyway. "But I'm gonna be faster than Dada."
Neytiri pressed a kiss to the top of your head, catching Jake’s eye over your shoulder. "See?" she mouthed. "A warrior in the making."
"Yeah," Jake whispered back, reaching for his own bowl. "A stubborn one."
Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Omatikaya!reader
Warnings: pregnancy, domestic fluff, and brief mentions of morning sickness/tiredness.
Summary: Between the quiet carvings of wooden toys and the soft mornings cuddling your pregnant belly, Neteyam is learning that a warrior’s hands are just as suited for cradling. And in the Sully household, no secret stays quiet for long, especially not when Tuk is nearby.
✨ Based on this request ✨
Neteyam was already awake, though he hadn’t moved from his spot beside you. He was propped up on one elbow, his eyes fixed on your little belly, his hand caring it.
"He is quiet this morning." Neteyam whispered.
"Or she," you reminded him, resting your hand over his.
He huffed a soft laugh, leaning down to press a kiss against the curve of your belly. "Either way. They are being respectful of their mother’s rest. No morning sickness for three days. A good warrior already."
Lately, Neteyam had become a master of the small things that happens in your pregnancy. And while his father and brothers were out among the ikran, Neteyam had spent the last few weeks perfecting the art of the domestic: he’d fashioned a small sleeping mat and spent hours smoothing down the edges of a wooden teething toy he’d carved from hometree wood.
You noticed that the motions of starting a family were found in the daily moments.
For example, during the morning meals Neteyam insisted on bringing you the freshest fruit, peeled and sliced precisely. He’d watched his mother enough to know that your appetite was a fickle thing lately.
He would also lead you to the shallow pools where the water was warm, his hand never leaving the small of your back. He guided you not because you were weak, but because he liked the excuse to be near you and the baby.
"I want to show them the forest before they can even walk," he told you as he tightened a strap. "I want them to feel the way the wind moves through the leaves, just like we do."
As the sky deepened into the night, Neteyam pulled you back into the shelter of your shared space. He sat behind you, his legs framing yours and began to unbraid your hair. It was a nightly ritual now, a way to release the tension of the day.
"Are you afraid?" you asked softly, leaning back against his chest.
Neteyam paused, his fingers frozen in your hair for a heartbeat. He leaned forward, tucking his chin over your shoulder so his breath fanned against your neck.
"Of failing them? Perhaps," he admitted honestly. "But then I look at you and I see the family we are building and the fear goes quiet. I was born to be a leader but I think I was meant for this, for us."
He shifted his hand, feeling a sudden kick against his palm. His eyes widened, a grin breaking across his face.
"Did you feel that?" he whispered, breathless. "His is ready to see the world. I want to meet him so bad."
"Her." you laughed, covering his hand with yours. "They still have some time left, so for now, they have everything they need right here."
Neteyam pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you and the life growing within, finally closing his eyes as the forest shined around you both.
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Neteyam and you sat tucked away in a corner of the family’s communal area. The usual chaos of the Sully household was at a low hum but the weight of the secret felt like a physical pressure between you.
Neteyam was fidgeting, his fingers mindlessly tracing the patterns of his loincloth. "My father is going to start looking at me like I’m made of glass," he whispered, casting a glance toward the entrance where Jake’s voice could be heard in the distance. "And my mother… she will probably start a garden just to feed you specifically."
"It’s not a bad thing, ‘Teyam," you said, resting a hand on your stomach, which was still hidden beneath the folds of your tunic. "But maybe we wait? Just until the next moon. Let things stay quiet for a little longer."
Neteyam nodded, looking relieved. "Yes. One more time of peace. We don't have to say a word."
"Say a word about what?"
A small head popped up from behind a stack of woven baskets. Tuk was staring at you both with wide eyes, her ears twitching with curiosity.
Neteyam jumped, nearly knocking over a bowl of fruit. "Tuk! You are supposed to be helping Lo'ak with the nets."
"Lo'ak is boring," she declared, crawling out from her hiding spot. "You two are being weird. Why is your hand on your stomach? Do you have a stomach ache? Or is there a baby in there?"
The silence that followed was deafening. Neteyam looked at you, his eyes wide with a mix of panic and I told you so resignation.
Before either of you could scramble for a cover story, Tuk’s gasp echoed through the entire structure.
"There is a baby! MOM! DAD! NETEYAM IS MAKING A BABY!"
"Tuk, wait—!" Neteyam lunged for her but she was already running toward them.
Within seconds, the quiet morning was gone. Neytiri appeared first, her eyes darting between you and her eldest son. Jake followed close behind, looking confused, while Lo’ak and Kiri trailed in, wearing identical expressions of shocked amusement.
Neteyam stood up, clearing his throat. He reached out, taking your hand and pulling you to stand beside him.
"Well," Neteyam said, his voice cracking slightly before he steadied it. "I suppose the secret is out. We were going to tell you... eventually."
Neytiri’s face softened instantly, a radiant smile breaking through her initial surprise. She stepped forward, ignoring Neteyam entirely to place her hands gently on your shoulders. "My daughter," she breathed, her voice thick with a sudden warmth.
Jake let out a heavy breath, a grin spreading across his face as he clapped a hand on Neteyam’s shoulder, nearly knocking the wind out of him. "A grandfather," Jake muttered, shaking his head. "I’m not that old, am I?"
"You're definitely that old, Dad," Lo’ak joked, though he stepped up to give Neteyam a playful nudge. "Congrats, big brother. I guess this means I’m the cool uncle now."
Kiri moved to your side, her eyes glowing with spiritual knowing as she rested a hand near Neytiri’s. "I'm so, so happy for you."
The circle closed in around the two of you, a blur of happiness, questions about names and Tuk already demanding to know when she could teach the baby how to ride an ikran.
In the middle of the noise, Neteyam caught your eye, squeezing your hand tight. The tension of the secret was gone and, as his family wrapped you both in their chaotic love, it felt like it was the right time to start his own family.
PLEASE I BEG YOU MAKE A PART 2 OF Claiming, THAT WAS AMAZING!! ❤️❤️
Thank you ❤️🥰 I think you wanted part two of "A predator claiming his prey"? Let me know if you're talking about another one lol 😭 wrote something anyways, enjoy!!
The moment your hand presses into the back of his neck, acknowledging his claim, a low purr rips from his chest.
He breaks the kiss just enough to trail his teeth along the curve of your jaw, his movements frantic yet deliberate.
"That's it," he growls, the words vibrating against your skin. "Don't fight it, princess. Just give it to me."
He doesn't wait for a verbal answer. He hooks his arm under your knees, lifting you without breaking the proximity of your chests.
His tail remains a stubborn coil around your thigh, refusing to leave its hold even as he carries you the short distance to the sleeping mats.
He drops with you, his weight a welcome pressure that pins you into the soft fibers. He’s over you, the bioluminescence on his skin is glowing agitated, pulsing in time with his frantic heart. The dots along his collarbone and chest flicker every time his skin brushes yours.
"Look at me," he commands, his fingers tangling back into your hair to tilt your head up.
When you meet his gaze, his pupils are still blown wide, fixed on you. He begins to scent you again, deep inhales against your shoulder, your collarbone, the hollow of your throat, as if he’s trying to replace the smell of the hunt with the reality of your skin. His nose drags upward, catching the sensitive skin behind your ear, his breath hitching when he hears you moan.
His hands aren't steady; they slide over your curves with heavy friction, mapping out every inch of you as if to prove you’re still there, still his. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your loincloth, pulling it down, his knuckles grazing your wetness.
"You're already so wet," he murmurs, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear, sending a fresh jolt of heat through your body. "What a pretty thing you are. Tell me you’re mine to take."
He shifts, his tail finally uncoiling from your leg only to snap tight around your waist, pulling you upward into his heat. He feels you wetting his loincloth and it only seems to make him hungrier.
His hand slides from your hair down to your throat, not squeezing, but possessively cupping your neck, his thumb resting right over your pulse.
"''teyam, please," you gasp, your fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, your nails leaving white crescents against his skin. You move your hips, desesperatly rubbing yourself against him, trying to edge.
"Please what, mh?" With his hand on your chin, he presses his thumb against your lips, asking permission. You look into his eyes and open your mouth. A drop of saliva falls onto your mouth, and his thumb plays with it on your tongue, mixing his fluids with yours.
"Tell me, princess. Do I have you? Is the hunt over?"
He waits, hovering on the edge of his self-control.. He needs the words, the final anchor to pull him back from the wild and lock him firmly into you.
