The Sound of the Vigil — three tracks that carry the shape of A House Made For Two.
Grief (ANOTHER LIFE — Jake's voice, believing he's not enough), joy (NEVER TOO MUCH — what's on the other side of the wound), and the seeing that undoes the lie (IN YOUR EYES — a bond where nothing can hide).
I love your writing and the way you write Jake sully x human stories!!! 😩😩🙏🙏
But also!! I want to give you a heads up that someone has been claiming to steal your artworks on Facebook groups as this guy kept going around with your artworks saying he drew it and people are loving it!!here’s his Facebook page / his post about your artwork below.
Hiii! Thank you so much!!! 🫶 I really, really appreciate you looking out for me and letting me know!
It’s super disheartening to see someone copy-pasting my caption and claiming my art as their own 😩 I have reported the post, but if anyone here happens to be in that Facebook group (Pandora's People), could you please do me a huge favor and drop a comment on his post linking back to my original Reddit or Tumblr upload? Let’s kindly set the record straight for Mr Fatt Howkins 🙃💙
The oneshot you voted for — by a single vote — is done, proofread, and ready. It drops Saturday on AO3 and Wattpad as well as on both Ko-fi and Patreon!
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Jake lay on his back, rigid as carved wood, his wounded leg stretched straight before him. His hands were fisted at his sides. His eyes were open, fixed on the woven ceiling, catching the faint blue light off the water without blinking.
He was not asleep.
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The bond didn't make him wild. It made him still.
Thank you to everyone who voted. See you Saturday. 💙
Baby Girl — this is the one he never has to be careful with. No fear of what she'll become, no flinching at a resemblance, no bracing for the day she needs saving from something he can't stop.
With her, holding on has never once looked like a cage.
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Dude, I remember when you were on your first Jake Sully request, seeing your beautiful masterlist full of writing made me so nostalgic and happy!
Awww. Thank you so much for sharing this with me! I have gotten so many more great requests since then!!
It has certainly been a fun and crazy 7 months of (consistent) fic writing. If only January June could see me now! I'm so surprised and happy that people engaged with my silly account at all, especially those of you who stuck around!
Thank you again for the ask!! (My inbox has been dryyyyy recently)
Description: You share a, somewhat, quiet morning with your husband, three babies, and a whole lot of fruit.
Word Count: 1.5k
Content Warning: no real plot, takes place between avatar 1 and 2, established relationship, co-sleeping, reader is afab, breastfeeding, eating, Lo’ak is about 3 months, Neteyam and Kiri are about a year and a half-ish, fluff, domestic life, (let me know if i missed anything !)
Author's Note: i’m so sorry i’ve been so inactive 😭 i hope you enjoy this one !! it’s been sitting in my pile of wips for a really long time. pray i get my mojo back ! i miss writing and enjoying it !
divider by @saradika-graphics
A rare quiet had settled over the Sully kelku (home), with all of its members piled into a large, sturdy hammock, nestled in the back of the dwelling. Jake slept with his back to the outside world, curled around his wife and his three small children. Kiri dozed soundly, tucked into her father’s chest, while Neteyam laid by your shoulder, his steady wispy breath tickling your ear.
The silence was broken when small whines came from the baby on your other side, turning into cries and waking you from a light sleep. Jake shifted beside you as you gathered Lo’ak into your arms and cooed softly, wiping the tears from his azure cheeks.
Sleepily, you helped him latch, smoothing over his hair covered brow as he drank with fervor. Always hungry and consequently filling out quickly, your youngest son made you wonder what your mate looked like as a child. Glancing at Jake, whose half-lidded eyes watched you intently, you were quite certain Eywa had blessed you with a glimpse.
You kissed Lo’ak’s four-fingered hand as he lifted it up to touch your face. His small tail curled around your wrist like it always did when you held him. Wide, yellow eyes peered up at you over the swell of your breast, sparkling as the rising sun filtered through the woven canopy above and danced across his stripes.
Jake was quick to place a hand on your arm when you attempted to sit up, taking Lo’ak from you and climbing out of the hammock. Jake let you rest when he could, knowing his duties as Olo’eyktan sometimes kept him away, and loving quiet mornings with his children. Especially after a bad night, when his dreams brought back memories that he would rather leave behind. Despite the lack of sleep, seeing their sweet faces and caring for them kept you both present and, most of all, thankful.
Your mate rocked the prrnen (baby) with the practiced movements of fatherhood, shifting his weight from foot to foot, and you settled back down. With him gone, Kiri stretched out to fill the space and Neteyam stirred. He pushed himself up, standing with his eyes still closed but holding his arms out to you. You laughed at the sight and gently pulled him down onto your chest. He rubbed his face against your sternum, patting your sides with his small hands as.
You snuggled with your toddlers in the hammock as Jake sat with Lo’ak on the opposite side of the marui (dwelling), beside the large entrance. The morning sun lit them in a bright, hazy glow and it was almost like a dream. You drifted in and out of sleep until the sound of Lo’ak’s full-bellied laughter rang out in your home.
The sound made your eyes fly open and your heart soar.
Jake was hunched over Lo’ak, who grasped strands of his father’s long hair in chubby hands. Laughter floated out of your son’s mouth as Jake blew soft raspberries on the small boy’s round stomach. The still-novel sound was like music to your ears. Of all the songs that Eywa had written, it was your favorite. Jake’s own low and breathy chuckle only made it sweeter, like a beautiful harmony.
Jake’s tail swished excitedly behind him and his gaze rose to meet yours. His eyes sparkled with pride and awe, but his smile was smug. As if Toruk Makto needed anything else to pad his ego, it happened that he was the only one who could make little Lo’ak laugh. You sent him a pointed look with feigned offense, not meaning it at all, and received a wink in return.
Jake continued playing with Lo’ak as Neteyam and Kiri took turns at your breast. You hummed a simple song over them, welcoming the day with a thankful prayer. When they were content, you helped them climb down from the hammock and watched as they ran to their sempu (dad). He held his free arm out to sweep them into his embrace.
You would have stayed abed in the hammock, watching the blissfully domestic scene, if it were not for your growling stomach and the fact that Jake was severely outnumbered. Unhurriedly, you swung your legs over the side of the swaynivi (family hammock), securing a shawl around your shoulders before pushing off toward the baskets of food.
Crouching, you put together a leaf plate full of an assortment of fruits that made your mouth water. Desperate to satiate your seemingly neverending hunger, you munched on the ripe fruit and listened as Jake attempted to interpret your children’s babbling. An amused smile spread across your face as he conversed with them about something ridiculous that he was absolutely making up.
You were cutting another tìhawnuwll (spartan fruit) when Kiri appeared by your side, peering down at your hands as they worked.
“Mah-tee,” she observed, pointing at the fruit.
“Mauti (fruit),” you repeated, handing her a piece and smoothing down her sleep-mussed hair as she ate.
Neteyam’s sweet voice came from behind you, repeating the word “meyam (hug)” quite demandingly. You glanced back to find him sitting in Jake’s lap, attempting to hold Lo’ak on his own. Neteyam was grinning, arms wrapped tightly around his little brother’s middle. Your lips quirked upwards at the sight. Your oldest often forgot he was still a baby himself.
“Go to sempu (dad),” you encouraged Kiri as you stood and followed her back to Jake.
Kiri ran and Jake watched with a smile as you neared. You held out a piece of tìhawnuwll to Jake and he took it between his teeth, catching your wrist before you could pull away and licking the juice from your fingers.
“Thanks, baby.” He murmured, kissing your palm before letting you go. “Sleep okay?”
You settled beside him with a hum and leaned your head against his shoulder.
“What’s Lo’ak got against sleeping these days?” Jake yawned as you ate.
“If he is anything like his siblings, it will just be a few weeks more,” you replied, offering Jake another bite. “I hope… for our sanity.”
Lo’ak had put up a nasty fight, refusing to sleep and waking constantly throughout the night. You had gotten through similar sleep regressions with Kiri and Neteyam, but experience did not make this particular trial any easier. Such a blissful morning felt like a reward for the battle that was the night prior.
“He's taking it like a champ, though,” Jake noted, holding Lo’ak’s small foot between his fingers and inspiring Kiri to take the other one. “He’s real happy today.”
“Then perhaps today I will make him laugh,” you declared, meeting Jake’s gaze with confidence as you barred your children from knocking the leaf plate off your lap and onto the woven floor.
His brows lifted and his head titled as he regarded you with playful skepticism. “Good luck with that.”
You swatted his arm and Jake’s amused laugh was almost a snicker.
“Do you doubt me, husband? I will have you know that Lo’ak smiles at me all the time,” you informed him.
Jake shook his head. “Not the same.”
You leveled a look at your mate. “It means he might laugh. And it could be today.”
Jake’s smile softened and his mouth opened to speak, but Lo’ak squawked instead. The little one kicked his feet free from Kiri and Jake’s captivity and Neteyam patted Lo’ak’s belly in an effort to sooth him.
Unfazed, Kiri stood from her crouched position and moved between your legs. She took some fruit from the plate in both hands and offered them to you. It was your turn to laugh as she tried to maneuver two handfuls of fruit into your open mouth.
“Thank you, sweet girl,” you managed while chewing.
Kiri beamed and turned, plopping down in your lap, occasionally gesturing for more fruit by sticking her hand out. Jake was smoothing a hand over Neteyam’s thick, dark hair when you saw the boy eyeing the plate of fruits from his confined spot. Neteyam leaned toward you, taking Lo’ak with him, his small mouth open as wide as it could get.
“Here ya go, pal.” Jake took a few pieces from the plate and held them within the boy’s reach in his open palm.
Neteyam munched gratefully, sticky hands touching everything they should not, including Lo’ak’s hair. But your youngest was much too occupied with attempting to grab Neteyam’s share to notice.
The leaf plate’s contents quickly dwindled to nothing and you found yourself cutting more fruit at your children’s request for nì'ul (more). Squeals and giggles lifted into the air as Jake chased Kiri and Neteyam around the marui (dwelling) while they waited, holding Lo’ak out before him like a flying beast. Maybe even Toruk himself.
Your children definitely inherited their affinity for fruit from you. You hummed in delight as you sampled each one you added to the plate, taking the time to fill your stomach while you could. Before little hands laid waste to the sweet nourishment. They all ran to you when you sat back down with the replenished fruits, flushed and eager to eat.
“Eywa, this family will surely eat all the fruit in the forest,” you mused, smiling fondly with a full heart, if not a full belly.
