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[pandorasboxoftreasures]

I forgot which exhibit letter we're on now for the proof that Ritch absolutely screams Asperger Syndrome, but here's another one for the alphabet soup.

[m6cabre]

forest boy. ✶

neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader .ᐟ cw: none

the eldest daughter of the tsika'u family; future tsahìk. she followed her father closely as he approached the newcomers. she listened to their story, amazed that toruk makto stood before her. but, she was also fascinated with his family. she followed her brother, ao'nung, as he and rotxo circled the children of the sully family. she smacked ao'nung as he grabbed one boy's tail.

"be respectful," she hissed quietly as the sully children watched.

her father assigned her and her siblings to teach the sully children the metkayina way of life. but, being the eldest, she still inevitably did the most.

"you may fall off at first," she told neteyam as she held an ilu still for him to climb on. he nodded slightly, grabbing the braid that encased his kuru. he led it to connect with the ilu's kuru.

"now do as you do with your ikrans," she stated simply, releasing the ilu.

she watched as the ilu sped forward, diving under. she could not help the laugh that escaped her as she saw neteyam surface, sputtering water.

"we will try again," she insisted, forcing away her grin.

that night, in her marui, she sat beside her mother, preparing dinner.

"you seem to enjoy that forest boy's company," ronal commented calmly.

"he is amusing," she replied, "and...easy to be around. he does not put pressure on me; he is like the ocean breeze personified."

ronal nodded slightly, glancing her daughter's way for just a moment.

she began looking for neteyam each morning and rarely separated from him during the day. she, her siblings, and the sully children were all becoming rather close. tsireya seemed to have a fondness towards lo'ak, but she never brought it up. she would let her sister do what she believed was right.

"the tulkun are returning," she beamed midday, weeks after the sully family had arrived.

"i want you to meet my sister," she told neteyam, standing in front of him with a smile.

"take me to her," he replied, a faint smile on his face.

she took him to her sister, ni'alu. they sat on her fin as they—more so her—communicated.

she signed: "sister, this is neteyam."

the tulkun made a noise, bobbing slightly in the water.

"she says hello," she told neteyam, who nodded slightly. he signed hello back, movements a bit hesitant and jerky.

she signed once more: "he is toruk makto's eldest son."

ni'alu made yet another noise, one that made her face flush a deep indigo.

"what did she say?" neteyam asked.

"nothing," she insisted quietly.

neteyam raised his brow, "then why are you purple?"

"oh, hush!" she laughed, shoving him gently.

that night, as she lay in her hammock, she thought of what her sister had said: "the son of a great warrior; he would make a good mate—a wonderful olo'eyktan."

the following day, she rode his ikran with him. she sat in front of him, looking around in amazement. the breeze made her hair whip in the wind, but that did not distract her from how close he was, how his hands rested on hers on the reigns.

"the ocean is better," she scoffed after a few moments.

"yeah? can you do this in the ocean?" he retorted.

the ikran suddenly brought its wings in, spiraling as it dove down. just before it reached the water, its wings spread again as it quickly flew back up. she squealed, eyes pinched shut. she opened her eyes only when they returned to a steady pace.

"you scared me, skxwang," she hissed, elbowing him. he laughed, the sound soothing her tense muscles.

when they landed, her mother was there, grabbing her bicep to pull her away.

"daughter, what were you doing on that beast?" ronal questioned, voice hushed and stern.

"we were just flying around," she replied, pulling her arm from her mother's grasp.

ronal looked at neteyam, her gaze warning him to stay away from her daughter.

but, neither of them listened. they met again that night on the shores.

"your mother does not like me," neteyam stated as they walked alongside one another.

"she does not like your mother or father," she corrected.

"why?"

"your mother was boastful the moment she arrived. and your father is bringing your issues here. he is toruk makto, yet he has run from battle."

neteyam nodded slightly, ears falling slightly.

"she does not mind you," she whispered, "she just...she is a very strong, stubborn woman. she is focused on her family first, then the clan. she fears you may lead me, and lo'ak may lead tsireya, to danger."

"i would never," he insisted.

"i know," she smiled softly, looking over at him. he smiled back, that big goofy grin. she laughed softly, which only made his grin widen.

one day, after he had supported lo'ak in an argument about payakan, he had stormed off. rarely did her get angry, it only happened when ao'nung teased one of his siblings just a bit too much.

she had followed him, calling his name softly. she managed to catch up to him, catching his wrist.

"teyam," she whispered as he finally came to a halt. he turned to her, looking down at her.

"nobody listens," he hissed, his hand gripping her wrist, "they do not listen to him. dad does not listen to him."

she frowned softly. she hated seeing him upset. he was just defending his brother, trying to get people to understand his brother. she understood it. she defended tsireya and ao'nung with every bit of breath she had. her hand came up to rest over his heart.

"i see you," she murmured.

the anger on his face faded just slightly, his free hand coming to grip her bicep gently. her pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers. a few of his braids fell from behind his ears, brushing along the side of her face and her shoulders.

"i see you," he replied, his breath warm against the bridge of her nose. he leaned closer, gently pressing his lips against hers.

more teyam <3

[miss-aveline]

Avatar Covers from Dark Horse Comics

(various illustrators)

[signfromeywa]

Na'vi design, moon worshiper 🌛

I loved them so I wanted to draw one again :D hope you like it ^^

[l-auteur-fleur]

Fruits of a Blissful Morning

Pairing: jake sully x wife!na’vi!reader

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.

read the second part here!

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click to see the full visual aid for the Sully family’s sleeping arrangement drawn by yours truly (LOL)

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AFAA Spoilers:

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. ok so...

both Lo'ak and Jake faced the death or near death of a human they considered like family. they carried them to Eywa and watched as Eywa blessed them. and watched them die (or Lo'ak thought they did)

oh and their reaction to getting them back, one way or another?

Jake Sully you are the father.

oh. and Neytiri Te Tskaha Mo'at'ite?

you too are the father.

and for Spider. I love that both the first earth person and first sky child (human born on earth vs human born on Pandora) to be accepted by Eywa parallel each other so closely. and without Grace, there would be no Kiri, and Spider would have died, if he ever made it to this point in the first place.

and I think Grace would have adored him. so it's so fitting that he is so much like the woman who probably would have been his mom in another life, had she lived to see the little orphan child. had she had the opportunity to scoop him up as her own.

not to mention that, Mo'at, you are the grandmother. Kiri might actually be your child by osmosis atp.

James was putting his whole back into these parallels. cause for this scene be a Neteyam parallel, but a Grace one too? showing how similar Jake and Lo'ak are? insane work. and really centers Lo'ak in a show don't tell way. even in Spider's scene.