Description: You show the Sully kids your nighttime routine.
Content Warnings: Fluff! Takes place before WOW, Sully kids being adorable brats, readers gender not described.
Author's note: I want to take all four (and Spider) of them and put them in my pocket to keep them safe!!! Based on this request.
Na’vi Words used:
Toruk - Last Shadow
The kids had been pretty confused when you pulled out your face wash.
Neteyam looked closely, tapping the pump like you had, but not nearly as hard as you had just done. He turned to you with confused eyes when nothing came out of the bottle and it instead fell over with a sad ‘thunk’.
“How did you do that?” he asked and you smiled, shaking your head at the 11 year old’s awe at human things.
“You have to press harder. Here,” you picked up the bottle and placed his finger on the silver pump, being careful not to spill the soap you already had in your hand. You told him to press firmly on it so that some of the gel fell in his other, awaiting palm.
Neteyam laughed at the cool sensation now on his hand as he held it up to eye level to examine.
“Woah…” Lo’ak gasped, looking at his brother's 3 fingered hand which had a dollop of face wash on it.
“Can I have some?” Kiri asked excitedly, looking over Neetyam's other shoulder.
“Sure,” you gave Kiri a nickel sized amount and when Lo’ak held out his hand, you gave him one too. Tuk didn't want any, the 3 year old was too busy making her wooden Direhorses run from her Toruk toy.
“Okay, so you rub it between your hands,” you showed them how to spread it between their fingers, “And then you put it on your face.”
Kiri giggled at the feeling on her cheeks as she smeared it on her skin.
“What does it do?” Neteyam asked, mirroring you closely as you spread it across your forehead.
“It gets all of the dirt and sweat off of our faces. Humans can get dots and bumps on our skin when we don’t clean it,” you explained.
“I do not like this,” Lo’ak said, making a face of distaste at the texture. He held his hands up in the air, his face only half covered in the gel.
“That’s okay! You can wash it off if you don’t like how it feels,” you insisted, backing away so that Lo’ak could reach the sink in front of you.
“I want it off,” he stated, turning on the tap in the humans’ lab and scrubbing his face.
“How long do we keep it on?” Kiri asked curiously, playing with the sticky texture on her fingers.
“Only a little longer, you can wash it off now if it’s bothering you,” you told her, gesturing to the sink where Lo’ak scrubbed it off of his skin, but she shook her head.
“No, I like it,” she grinned.
“Me too!” Neteyam agreed, the pink gel making their faces look rosy and shiny.
You smiled, glad they enjoyed it. Lo’ak stepped away from the sink, not noticing the water dripping from his skin into the floor. He didn’t bother using the cloth beside the sink to dry his face. Na’vi… always making messes.
“Here, don't get the floor wet, that’s a slipping hazard,” you fussed, grabbing the yellow hand towel hanging up and handing it to him.
Lo’ak looked confused at why he couldn't just let the water dry, but the nine year old still did as you asked. Jake and Neytiri had drilled into their heads to listen to you when they weren't around, despite your humanness. Tonight, the couple were on a date night, probably flying off in the sky somewhere on their ikrans.
“I’m going to wash mine off,” you informed Kiri and Neteyam, splashing water on your face a few times and taking a washcloth to wipe off the dripping water.
“Can we?” Neteyam asked,
“Yeah, go for it. You can use these,” you said, handing him and Kiri more washcloths from the cabinet.
They did as you had shown them while you moved to your other bathroom essentials, grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste and starting to brush your teeth. Beside you, Lo’ak started looking over your stuff, messing with the supply of hygiene products you had left.
Na’vi used roots and water for teeth maintenance, but having a low sugar diet and absolutely no processed foods meant that they had little to no cavities or other problems with their teeth. Following a similar diet had helped the humans as well, but you all still brushed your teeth regularly. The Sully’s had seen the others in the lab brushing their teeth before, so it wasn't as surprising as the face wash.
“What is this?” Lo’ak asked, reaching forward to place the blue plastic case off the counter that held your retainer.
You panicked when he shook it harshly. “No!” you exclaimed, placing a hand on his to stop his abrasive handling of the precious piece of plastic.
“I only have one of those! They can break” you yelped, and he immediately handed it to you.
“Sorry!” he apologized, looking guilty. Behind him, Neteyam and Kiri were drying off their faces and turned to see what he had found. You took the tooth brush out of your mouth, spitting out the foam before turning back to him.
“It’s okay, Lo’ak. Sorry I yelled, I already broke my extra one. This is all I have left,” you huffed a laugh, opening the case and showing everyone what the mouth piece looked like.
“What that?” Tuk asked, toddling up to your leg and pointing to what you had in your hand.
It was hard for your human brain to comprehend that she was only three since she nearly came up to your hip. 10 and 11 year old Lo’ak and Kiri had already outgrown you, coming in several inches above your head. Neteyam had already surpassed you a few years ago.
You placed a hand on Tuk’s head, “This is to keep my teeth straight,” you explained, popping it in your mouth and showing them all how it fit perfectly into place.
“What?” Kiri squealed, crouching down to see better as you smiled, displaying your plastic grin.
“Why do your teeth not stay straight?” Neteyam asked, looking fascinated, but also worried for you.
“It’s because I had crooked teeth when I was little, so I had to get them fixed. Sometimes humans just are born like that. If I don’t wear this, then they will go back to how they were,” you explained.
Lo’ak furrowed his eyebrows, “What is wrong with crooked teeth?” he asked.
You popped the retainer out, finding it hard to speak around it. “I- I don’t know actually. On Earth, they like for humans to have straight teeth, they say it is more beautiful, but… that’s not really true,” you muttered, thinking it over for the first time.
“Laltu’s teeth are not straight,” Kiri said, referencing her friend in the village. “I think it makes him look cool,” she said, standing up from looking at your mouth now that you had taken out what fascinated her.
“Mama has a crooked tooth,” Neteyam added, tapping his bottom row of teeth, “She’s always pretty,” he shrugged.
You smiled at his sweetness, “She is, and Lantu as well,” you nodded.
“I think you would look just as good with crooked teeth!” Lo’ak shared, looking at you with his wide, kind eyes.
“Aw, you kids are the best,” you cooed, overcome with love for the Sully’s.
“But I’m still going to wear it though, my mom paid a lot for me to have straight teeth,” you sighed, popping it back in. Neteyam laughed when you shot him a cheesy smile.
“Can I touch it?” Kiri asked, reaching a hand out to your mouth.
You snapped your mouth closed and held out a hand. The girl froze, “Kiri, I love you, but I am not letting you stick your hand in my mouth,” you warned and she shrank back guiltily.
“No touch?” Tuk asked, looking upset by this news.
“No touch,” you confirmed, your light lisp making her giggle.
“This is just unfair, you got to touch it!” Lo’ak whined, his shoulders slumping.
“Yeah!” Kiri agreed with her brother for maybe one of the first times.
“Because it's mine!” You scoffed, but that didn't seem to deter them. They both glared at you in annoyance.
You turned to their oldest brother who watched his middle siblings complain with wide eyes. “Neteyam? What do you think?” you asked.
He looked surprised that you asked his opinion, but he shrugged. “I would like to see what it feels like as well,” he said shyly and you sighed.
“Fine,” you relented. The kids gasped, perking up and coming closer. Even Tuk got excited. “Wait,” you said, pulling the retainer away from your teeth and setting it on a washcloth laying on the counter. You would just have to rewash it before bed.
“There, now you can touch it.”
The kids spent the next few minutes carefully prodding the clear plastic pieces as if it was going to bite them while you shook your head and laughed.
