#avatar ja x reader

[pragerswoman]

Hello it's my first time doing a request so idk if I'm doing this right, but can you please do a recoms x single mom reader, like how would they interact with reader and her kid/kids

Pairing: poly recoms x mum reader

A/n: hiya my love thank you for the request 😊 I hope you enjoy ☺️

Life on Pandora isn’t built for families, but somehow you make it work.

You move through the base with your kids close to you — one holding your hand, the other trailing just behind. Most soldiers don’t know how to act around children, especially here.

But the recom squad?

They adapt in their own ways.

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Miles Quaritch

At first, he keeps his distance. Not cold — just… careful. He watches the way you manage everything: missions, responsibilities, and still somehow kneeling down to wipe dirt off your kid’s face or tie their shoe.

One afternoon your youngest wanders a little too close to him. “Mom says not to bother the scary soldiers,” the kid blurts out. You freeze in horror. Quaritch stares at them for a moment… then snorts. “Your mom’s got good instincts.”

After that, he softens around them in small ways. If the kids are nearby, he lowers his voice. If things get chaotic, he makes sure they’re kept out of danger. He won’t admit it, but he respects the hell out of you.

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Lyle Wainfleet

Lyle immediately becomes the “fun one.” Your kids adore him within hours. He lets them climb on him, hang from his arms, tug his tail while laughing. Sometimes he’ll lift both of them onto his shoulders and walk around the base like he’s giving them a grand tour.

“Lyle!” you scold one day. “They’re not monkeys.”“Could’ve fooled me,” he laughs as your kids cling to him. But the moment one of them cries or gets hurt, he’s instantly gentle — crouching down, wiping tears, talking softly until they calm down. He treats them like they matter. And that means everything.

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Mansk

Mansk is the quiet presence. Your kids are curious about him because he doesn’t talk much. They’ll sit nearby while he cleans his gear, watching every movement like it’s fascinating.

One day your oldest finally asks, “Why are you so quiet?”He pauses… then says simply, “Thinking.” Your kid nods like that makes perfect sense. After that they’ll sit beside him sometimes in comfortable silence. He doesn’t mind.

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Fike

Fike treats the kids like an audience. He tells exaggerated stories, makes dramatic sound effects, and pretends every small thing is part of some huge adventure.

“See that rock?” he whispers to them. “Definitely alien eggs.” Your kids gasp. You roll your eyes. But they laugh constantly around him, and he loves being the one who can distract them when the stress of Pandora starts creeping in.

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Lopez

Lopez naturally steps into a gentle role. If one of your kids scrapes their knee or gets overwhelmed, he’s the one kneeling beside them with calm reassurance.

“Hey, breathe with me,” he says softly. He also keeps an eye on you. If you’re carrying too much, juggling too many things at once, he’ll quietly take something off your hands. You don’t even have to ask.

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Prager

Prager tries to act like he’s not good with kids. “Don’t look at me,” he mutters the first time one of them walks up. Then your youngest hands him a small rock they found. “For you.” He stares at it. “…Thanks.”

The rock stays in his pocket after that. He doesn’t talk much, but if anyone ever scares your kids or gets too rough around them, Prager is suddenly right there.

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Brown

Brown becomes the reliable one. If something breaks, he fixes it. If the kids need help carrying something, he helps.

If they’re tired, he lifts them up without complaint. He’s steady, calm, and patient — the kind of presence that makes both you and your kids feel safe.

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Ja

Ja connects with them emotionally. He listens when they talk about missing home or feeling scared of the jungle at night. Sometimes he’ll tell them quiet stories about the stars or Pandora’s creatures, his voice soft enough that they slowly relax beside him.

One night your youngest falls asleep leaning against him. He stays completely still so he doesn’t wake them. When you come to pick them up, he smiles gently. “They trust you,” you say. He nods. “And you.”

[pragerswoman]

I'm glad my words can at least help you a bit through everything! ❤️ I'm sorry I haven't been here for a bit! Work had been kicking me in the ass with this big project 😂 But, it was good catching up with all your new stuff! I love it! With a new request, can I ask for Ja x reader who keeps getting injured (serious or sometimes just a small cut or bump) and who goes to medbay just to see Ja? - ⚔️

Pairing: Ja x Y/n

A/n: Hiya my love thank you For the request 😊 I hope you enjoy ☺️

Everyone on base starts noticing the pattern before Ja does.

At first it seems like coincidence.

You show up at the medbay one afternoon with a scraped elbow after slipping near the landing pad. The injury is barely worth a bandage, but you sit patiently on the exam table while Ja cleans the cut.

“You really came all the way here for this?” he asks, holding your arm gently as he wipes away the blood.

“It stings,” you reply defensively.

He raises an eyebrow but finishes wrapping the small bandage anyway.

“Try not to wrestle the ground next time.”

You smile as you hop down from the table.

“Can’t promise that.”

Ja watches you leave, shaking his head slightly.

Clumsy.

That’s what he assumes.

Then you come back two days later.

This time it’s a bruise along your shoulder from a training exercise. Again, not serious. Again, something that probably didn’t need medical attention.

“You’re fine,” Ja tells you after examining it.

“I know.”

“Then why are you here?”

You shrug.

“Protocol?”

He snorts.

“You don’t even sound convincing.”

But he still gives you a small cold pack and tells you to rest.

After that… the visits keep happening.

A small cut on your palm from a knife.

A bump on your knee from tripping over equipment.

Once, you even show up claiming you might have twisted your ankle — only to walk completely normally five minutes later.

Ja starts to notice the timing.

You never come when the medbay is busy.

Always when he’s alone.

One evening he’s organizing supplies when you appear in the doorway again.

He doesn’t even look up.

“What is it this time?”

“A splinter.”

Now he looks up.

“A splinter.”

You hold up your finger dramatically.

He stares at it.

“…You’re kidding.”

“It hurts.”

Ja sighs heavily and gestures toward the chair.

“Sit.”

You sit immediately, far too pleased for someone with such a minor injury.

He takes your hand to examine it, carefully pulling the tiny splinter free with tweezers.

“Most people handle this themselves,” he mutters.

You watch him work, expression suspiciously soft.

“I trust your medical expertise.”

“Uh-huh.”

He places a small bandage on your finger and finally looks up at you properly.

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

Your eyes widen.

“What? No.”

“You show up every few days with the smallest injuries I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s not true.”

“You came here for a paper cut last week.”

“It was a deep paper cut.”

Ja crosses his arms, staring at you.

You try to look innocent.

You fail.

Slowly, realization begins creeping across his face.

“…Wait.”

You freeze.

“You’re not actually hurt most of these times, are you?”

Your silence is answer enough.

Ja leans back against the counter, rubbing his face with one hand.

“You’ve been faking injuries.”

“They’re not fake,” you argue quickly. “They’re just… small.”

“So you come to the medbay anyway.”

“…Yes.”

He narrows his eyes slightly.

“Why?”

Your confidence disappears immediately.

You glance at the floor.

“Well…”

“Go on.”

Your voice gets quieter.

“I just… like seeing you.”

For a moment the room is completely silent.

Ja blinks.

“You like… seeing me.”

You nod awkwardly.

“Yeah.”

“You realize there are easier ways to visit someone than injuring yourself.”

“I tried just walking in once,” you admit. “But you were busy.”

He stares at you like he’s trying to decide whether to laugh or scold you.

“You could’ve said hi.”

“I got nervous.”

That shuts him up for a second.

You glance up at him cautiously.

“Are you mad?”

Ja exhales slowly.

“No.”

You look relieved.

Then he points a finger at you.

“But if you show up here with another fake injury, I’m putting you on actual medical observation.”

You blink.

“That sounds worse.”

“It is.”

You pause… then grin slightly.

“So if I want to see you again—”

“Just come see me.”

Your smile grows.

“Okay.”

You hop down from the chair and head toward the door.

Just before leaving, you turn back.

“Hey Ja?”

“Yeah?”

“I might’ve actually twisted my ankle earlier.”

He groans immediately.

“You’re unbelievable.”

But as you laugh and disappear down the hallway, Ja catches himself smiling too.

And he starts wondering how long it’ll take before you come back with another “injury.”

[pragerswoman]

Can you write a part 3 to Ja x twins where the triplet shows up but ends up hating Ja unlike her sisters?

Pairing: Ja x triples

A/n: Hiya my love thank you for the request 😊 I hope you enjoy ☺️

Ja first hears about the third sister weeks after finding out the truth about the twins.

After the confusion, the embarrassment, and the long explanation that left Ja staring at them like his brain had short-circuited, things had slowly settled. Somehow, unbelievably, he had grown close to both of them. The quiet twin who listened carefully when he talked about the forest trails, and the playful one who teased him endlessly whenever he got too serious.

He’d gotten used to the rhythm of them — the way one would finish the other’s sentences, the way they moved together but still felt like two completely different people.

So when one of them casually mentions, “Our sister is coming back from her patrol soon,” Ja just sighs.

“Right,” he mutters. “The mysterious third one.”

They grin.

“You’ll like her.”

Ja isn’t so sure.

Still, curiosity lingers in the back of his mind for days. If the twins had already managed to confuse him this much, what would the third one be like?

He finds out sooner than expected.

He’s walking through the compound one afternoon when he spots a familiar face near the supply racks. For a split second he assumes it’s one of the twins again.

Then the expression throws him off.

Where the twins usually greet him with warm smiles or playful teasing, this one is staring at him like he personally offended her existence.

Same face.

Same eyes.

Same voice when she finally speaks.

But the energy is completely different.

“So you’re Ja.”

The words come out flat.

Ja blinks.

“…I’m guessing you’re the third one.”

She folds her arms. “Unfortunately.”

That’s… not the reaction he expected.

Behind him, the twins approach, clearly already aware something interesting is about to happen.

“Sister,” one of them says lightly. “This is him.”

The triplet’s eyes narrow slightly.

“Oh, I know.”

Ja shifts awkwardly under the scrutiny. “Did I… do something?”

“Yes.”

He waits.

She gestures between him and the twins.

“You’re dating both of them.”

Ja rubs the back of his neck. “That sounds worse when you say it like that.”

“It is worse.”

The twins laugh quietly, clearly entertained.

The triplet doesn’t join them.

Instead she studies him like she’s trying to solve a problem she doesn’t like the answer to.

“You confuse them,” she says bluntly.

Ja frowns slightly. “I don’t try to.”

“You flirted with them for weeks without knowing who was who.”

“That wasn’t exactly intentional.”

“Still happened.”

Her tone isn’t cruel — just protective in a very obvious way.

One of the twins gently bumps her shoulder. “You’re being harsh.”

“She deserves someone careful,” the triplet replies immediately, nodding toward her sister. Then she nods toward the other twin. “Both of you do.”

Ja actually respects that.

Even if it feels like he’s being interrogated.

“I care about them,” he says simply.

She watches him for a long moment, clearly weighing that statement.

Then she sighs.

“You’d better.”

The twins step closer to Ja, one resting her head lightly against his shoulder while the other takes his hand.

The triplet rolls her eyes.

“I still don’t like you.”

Ja chuckles awkwardly. “Good to know.”

“But,” she adds reluctantly, “they seem happy.”

He nods slowly.

“They are.”

She studies his face one last time before turning away.

“I’ll be watching you.”

Ja exhales once she walks off.

“Your sister is terrifying,” he mutters.

The twins laugh softly.

“She’s just protective.”

Ja glances in the direction the triplet disappeared, then back at the two identical faces beside him.

“Remind me again how I ended up in the middle of this?”

One twin squeezes his hand.

The other grins.

“You fell for us.”

And even with the intimidating third sister keeping a suspicious eye on him, Ja can’t help smiling back.

[pragerswoman]

Ja x twins asker here, thank you so much for doing my request! I loved reading it you did wonderfully 🩷 would you be able to do a continuation for it?

Pairing: Ja x Twins

Warnings: smut, nsfw, MDNI

A/n: hiya my love thank you for your request 😉I hope you enjoy ☺️

The next time Ja sees you, it’s quieter. No dramatic reveal. No teasing laughter. Just the two of you — and now he knows. Or at least… he thinks he does.

You’re sitting beside him while he checks a rifle. The way you lean slightly forward, listening more than speaking — this one is the softer twin. He knows that now. But when your hand reaches out to adjust the strap on his shoulder without a word, something tightens in his chest. Because the touch feels familiar in a different way.

“You’re not the same one from yesterday,” he says gently. You smile. “I know.” There’s no offense in it. No awkwardness. Just acceptance. And somehow, that makes this easier.

Later that evening, the bolder twin joins you both by the fire. She drops beside him like she’s always belonged there, shoulder bumping his. “You look less like you’ve seen a ghost,” she notes. “I did,” he replies calmly. “Turns out there were two ghosts.” She laughs.

And the softer twin watches him with quiet curiosity.“You’re not upset?” she asks. Ja thinks about it. About the confusion. About the embarrassment.

About the way he replayed every conversation, wondering if he was losing his grip on reality. Then he looks at the two of you. At the way one fills the silences and the other deepens them.

At how one challenges him while the other steadies him.“No,” he says finally. Because the truth is — He remembers the first time the quiet twin listened to him talk about the forest without interrupting. He remembers the first time the bold twin dragged him into laughter when he didn’t think he had it in him.

He remembers both moments. And they both mattered.“So what happens now?” the bold one asks, nudging him. Ja considers the question seriously. Because this isn’t simple.

But when the quiet twin’s hand brushes his — tentative, unsure — and the bold one leans comfortably against his shoulder like she’s already decided — He realizes something. This doesn’t feel like chaos anymore.

It feels like balance. “I think,” he says slowly, “we stop pretending I only met one of you.” The bold twin grins. The quiet one squeezes his hand. And for the first time since the truth came out, Ja doesn’t feel like he’s losing his mind.

He feels like he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be. Then the bold twin smirks. “You’re going to lose it again when you meet our sister.” Ja groans softly. But he’s smiling when he does.

[pragerswoman]

Heyy hope you’re okay 🫶 could you write about Ja falling in love with a pair of twins(maybe even triplets?) and he doesn’t realise they’re different people until he gets the news or sees it for himself?

Pairing: ja x reader and twin

A/n: Hiya my love thank you for the request 😊I hope you enjoy ☺️

Ja swears he’s losing his mind.

It starts small. He meets you during a supply run — soft smile, steady eyes, voice calm but playful. You introduce yourself simply, and he’s drawn in immediately. There’s something grounding about you, something that makes him feel at ease in a way Pandora rarely allows.

The next time he sees you, you’re different.

Not drastically. Just… different.

One day you’re shy, quiet, listening more than speaking. The next, you’re teasing him boldly, brushing past him with a grin that makes his heart stumble. Your laugh sounds lighter sometimes, deeper other times. Even the way you stand shifts — subtle changes, but enough to leave him confused.

Ja assumes you’re just layered. Complex. He likes that. He tells himself people aren’t one-note.

Still, the inconsistencies pile up.

One afternoon you recall a conversation he’s sure you never had. The next day, you look at him blankly when he references something you supposedly said. He starts wondering if he’s the problem. If he’s misremembering.

He confides in Lyle one evening while cleaning gear.

“I don’t understand her,” Ja admits quietly. “It’s like she’s two different people.”

Lyle only hums thoughtfully. “Maybe you’re seeing more than one side of her.”

Ja nods, taking that as wisdom.

He has no idea how literal it is.

The moment everything unravels happens fast.

He spots you across the compound, laughing near the vehicles. He smiles automatically, about to head over.

“Ja?”

Your voice comes from behind him.

He freezes.

Slowly, he turns.

You’re standing there, arms folded, eyebrow raised in amusement.

He looks back toward the vehicles.

You’re still there.

Laughing.

His brain struggles to catch up. He stares between the two of you, eyes wide, trying to find a difference — a scar, a braid, something.

Both of you grin.

“You didn’t know?” one of you asks.

The other jogs over, identical smile flashing. “We thought you figured it out by now.”

Ja blinks. “You’re—”

“Twins,” you both say at the same time.

Silence.

He replays every interaction in his mind. Every personality shift. Every confusing moment. Every time he thought he was misreading you.

“I’ve been flirting with…” He gestures helplessly between you.

“Both of us?” one twin finishes, clearly amused.

His ears flush. “I thought I was losing my mind.”

One of you softens and steps closer. “You weren’t.”

The other smiles gently. “You just liked us.”

And that’s when it truly sinks in.

He doesn’t feel embarrassed. He doesn’t feel tricked.

He feels relieved.

Relieved that he wasn’t imagining things. Relieved that the connection he felt wasn’t unstable — it was simply shared.

Because he realizes something important.

He likes the quieter twin who listens carefully when he talks about the forest. He likes the bolder twin who challenges him and makes him laugh when he’s too serious. He likes the way you move differently, think differently, exist differently — yet somehow mirror each other perfectly.

Later, when you casually mention there’s actually a third sibling away on assignment, Ja just exhales in disbelief.

“There’s another one?” he mutters.

You both nod, grinning.

He shakes his head, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“I guess I didn’t fall for one person,” he says softly.

One of you takes his hand. The other leans lightly against his shoulder.

He looks between the two identical faces and feels something steady settle in his chest.

“I fell for all of you.”

And instead of confusion, all he feels now is certainty — and maybe a little awe at how lucky he somehow managed to be.