#tuktirey

[imalive000]

[miichlw]

i saw these texts on pinterest and it reminded me of jeytiri so i made it real!!

[stomach-bugg09]

jake sully x daughter!reader

summary: jake wasn't necessarily new to fatherhood, having already had a year of experience with neteyam and kiri, but something about their newest daughter... she made his whole world flip upside down.

a/n: hi guys! so, this came from my own brain (and to anyone who sent in a request, i promise i'm working on them!!) and i thought it was good enough to post. lowkey, the idea kinda has me thinking about starting a series? but not fully sure if i'm ready to commit to that, so you know, wherever the wind takes me. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy! if you have any ideas, please send them my way. also, please please leave some feedback if you enjoy — comments and requests are what keep me going!!

warnings: nothing really except jake's internal thoughts/panic about fatherhood

words: 793 (sorry it's so short!!)

wild child

“you are quite the wild child, aren’t you?” jake whispered to the sleeping infant in his arms, the smile on his lips soft, content. the little one he cradled slept soundly, her eyelids shut softly as miniscule snores vibrated her small frame. to jake, it was magical—this wasn’t his first child, considering neteyam was only feet away, sleeping with neytiri, but it wasn’t his first daughter either, as there was also kiri. 

so, why did he feel like [y/n] was so… different?

kiri was, in all honesty, not truly his child the same way neteyam and [y/n] were. he adored kiri to death—she reminded him of a peaceful time, reminded him of grace—and wouldn’t trade her for the world, but, there was a sort of softness about his first daughter. because she wasn’t his. and that made jake love her in a unique way—in a way that appreciated her symbolic optimism, that life could stem from practically nothing, and in a way that made him want to protect and nurture such holiness.

neteyam and [y/n], though, were products of jake. and that didn’t mean “better” in any way—in fact, sometimes, jake wished that none of his children came from him. from his blood—his tainted, sinful, poisonous blood. the blood full of wartime tragedies, sickening memories, harrowing ways of life. because of this irrefutable truth, because jake knew that his his traumas and mistakes and dangers were stored deep within neteyam and [y/n]’s dna, he also felt a different sort of protection towards them. where kiri remained innocent—being the product of genius, kind, angelic grace augustine and, well, eywa—neteyam and [y/n] were already, inevitably, scarred by him. already disadvantaged because they were his kids. and jake felt that, instead of protecting them from life’s horrors to come, he should prepare them instead. because if they were anything like him, even slightly, then they were already doomed.

but, looking at the sleeping baby in his arms, he still couldn’t shake that deep, intrinsic instinct that [y/n] was different. where neteyam was his first child, a sort of feat that is generally considered life changing, jake almost felt removed from him. not in a bad way—but, it was obvious to everyone in the village that neteyam favored neytiri. even at a year and a half, everything about that kid reminded the omatikaya of their tsahik—his hands, his face, his mannerisms, his heart.

he was a na’vi, through and through.

kiri was, like mentioned before, special in her own way. young as she was, kiri was very obviously connected with the world around her. she babbled at vegetation, giggled at deadly creatures, gasped at bioluminescence. she was, like neteyam, a na’vi through and through.

but [y/n]. [y/n] was only a few months old, and she was different than both neteyam and kiri in almost every possible way. where neteyam was a calm newborn, rarely fussy except when he was exhausted or hungry, [y/n] was a huge pain in the ass. she cried and screamed at any slight inconvenience—like when jake tried to feed her instead of neytiri, or when neytiri tried to rock her to sleep instead of jake. she was so particular, so bossy, and most of all, so rambunctious.

while still not having mastered her motor skills, although it was becoming clear that she was trying her damned hardest, she rolled around like she had places to be. soon enough, she’d be crawling, jake was sure, but that was a daily battle in itself. [y/n] wanted to be able to move, wanted to be able to participate with her big siblings, but each time she realized her body wasn’t cooperating, it became an all-hands-on-deck level tantrum.

jake chuckled softly at the thought, his eyes softening as he watched her. the way her chest rose and fell, the way she gripped his pinky like it was her only tether to this earth.

she was a menace. she was a wild child. she was so, inexplicably, uncomfortably… different. a part of jake loved it—she was a spit-fire, a warrior—and another part of him feared it—if [y/n] wasn’t na’vi through and through, did she take more humanity that he intended? was she doomed all because of jake?

he prayed—to eywa, to god, to any deity who was listening, na’vi or human—that in either case, he could do his job. do the job he swore to do the moment they welcomed neteyam into the world, the moment he first held kiri in his arms, the moment he heard [y/n]’s battle cry when she first hit the air of pandora. he prayed that, if he couldn’t protect his children, then he could prepare them.

[pretty-cat1]

These two are the masters of being kidnapped all the time

[tsaheylu-addict]

navi paintings heal something in me.

[snitchesgetnobitches]

Mystery ༯

⟢ Pairings: Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader

⟢ Summary: Neteyam falls hard for the pretty healer girl who stayed by his side during his unconscious state, the problem was that she seemed to be a mystery

⟢ Warnings: Mention of injuries, wounds, death, some characters may be oc, Neteyam being a silly little guy, fluff

⟢ Author’s note: I had this in a dream lol so I just had to write it, English isn’t my first language so forgive me for any mistakes🙏

Enjoy!🫶❤️

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Neteyam had missed death.

He had been shot, shot in a way that should have killed him. Anyone else would have died from such a wound, but by the grace of the Great Mother, Neteyam survived with only minimal injuries, injuries that could be healed.

What no one had expected was the coma. That lasted longer than anyone would have liked.

When he finally woke up, it was not on the familiar rock above the ocean where he had last been conscious, but to the inside of a Marui. The air was thick with the scent of crushed herbs and salt, warm and somehow grounding.

His vision was blurred, tiny dots appeared, his body felt heavy, but what caught his attention most was the soft humming that filled the space.

It was so gentle, so soothing and so achingly familiar.

A Na’vi girl stood with her back to him, braids cascading down her spine as she worked carefully with a bowl, grinding herbs together. The sound of stone against stone was rhythmic.

When he started to shift slowly, she turned around sharply, nearly dropping the bowl from her hands.

Her eyes widened as she stared at him, disbelief written across her face.

“You are awake…” she whispered.

Her voice much sweeter than he had imagined, soft, like a breeze caressing him gently.

Before he could respond, she set the bowl down with shaking hands and rushed out of the Marui, leaving Neteyam alone among hanging bundles of herbs and healing tools scattered across the floor.

From what he could gather, this had to be a healer’s space.

Moments later, his ears perked up at the sound of footsteps approached.

The Tsahìk entered alongside the girl, both of them kneeling beside him to check for lingering injuries.

As they spoke quietly to one another, Neteyam found his gaze drifting back to her. Her focused expression, the careful way her hands moved as she examined him, gentle and precise.

She either didn’t notice him staring or chose not to say anything.

If Neteyam hadn’t known better, he would have thought he’d woken in heaven, the place his father had spoken of once, filled with ethereal beings called angels.

Because Neteyam was certain she was one.

Her braids swayed as she moved, occasionally falling into her face, and she would furrow her brows adorably as she brushed them away.

Sunlight filtered through the flaps of the marui, illuminating her side and casting her in a soft glow that left him utterly speechless.

He truly believed she was the most beautiful Na’vi he has ever seen.

He didn’t even realize they had finished until she stepped away, revealing the view of the entrance just as Lo’ak burst inside with the rest of his family.

They surrounded him instantly, hugging him, crying, laughing through tears.

Jake pulled him into a tight embrace, silent but shaking, and Neteyam felt his shoulder grow wet as his father finally let his tears fall.

Neytiri cradled his face in her hands gently, sobbing uncontrollably as she thanked the Great Mother over and over again.

They had been terrified. Scared out of their minds.

At first, the coma had been a relief, since it was proof that he was alive.

But days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, until the relief became fear once more.

Five months of waiting, of wondering if Neteyam would ever wake up.

Jake had even called for Max and Norm, his faith in Na’vi healing thinning with each passing day. Yet their answer had matched Ronal’s.

Neteyam was alive, in a coma with no fatal injuries. Thankfully the bullet managed to miss any vital organ.

Jake stayed silent the whole visit, he just sat next to his unconscious son, Lo’ak beside him. Even though, most of the times, the boy went alone, talking to Neteyam, keeping him updated on his progress with Tsireya and his training.

Neytiri came by a few times, because she could not bear to see her son right in front of her yet so far away.

Although when she came she would sit by his side, fixing his braids while singing his songchord in a broken voice. She was the one who cried the most while visiting, her tears would fall on him and she wiped them gently, crying some more.

Kiri and Tuk visited together, Tuk would tell Neteyam everything that had happened that day while Kiri would add little details.

However when Tuk wasn't there, Kiri would just sit, murmuring small prayers while looking at her brother before leaving.

Surprisingly enough even Ao’nung and Tsireya visited, Tsireya went with Lo’ak most of the times while Ao’nung would just glance outside of the Mauri, never truly entering, paying his respects before leaving.

Someone who visited and who stayed there the most wasn't anyone Neteyam knew, yet.

It was this girl none of the Sully had met before.

She would sit there, far away if the family was visiting, humming softly a tune that Neteyam could hear in his deep sleep.

It calmed him.

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After everything settled down, his bandages changed, his reunion with his family done, Neteyam sat on a rock near the water alongside his siblings and the Metkayna's kids.

Chatting and catching up.

But one thing lingered in his mind.

The mysterious girl.

He had to ask about her.

He had to know about her

"Oh she is a healer, she is the best we have"Tsireya smiled from next to Lo'ak, he didn't fail to notice that they were sat too close, hands holding.

"A healer?” Kiri spoke surprised”Isn’t she a bit young to be a healer?"

Kiri's gaze would sometimes peek a glance, whenever she visited Neteyam, toward the girl who sat a few spaces away from her, humming while crashing herbs or weaving, and she didn’t seem older than them.

"She is but she is better than most adults. She works closely with our mother"Ao’nung replied, rolling something in his fingers.

Neteyam’s heart dropped.

He turned sharply to look at Ao’nung.

"Is she your future mate?"he questioned, praying to Eywa for the opposite, trying to keep an unwavering face and tone.

He couldn't have just lost his shot.

Ao’nung shook his head with a small breathless chuckle"she is not, don't worry".

Lo’ak’s grin was immediate”why? You want her to be yours?”

Laughter followed, and Neteyam felt his face warm.

"She is pretty hard to find”Roxto added once the laughter died down”all she does is work and when she doesn't no one knows where she goes".

Neteyam’s ears perked up at his words”she does not have friends?”he questioned, head tilted curiously.

"We used to be childhood friends but when she became a healer we did not talk as much"Ao’nung confessed, a sorrow look plastered on his face.

"But she is a kind one”Tsireya intervened, directing a gentle smile to Neteyam.

“She stayed with you almost everyday in case you woke up and checked on you every night, so if you talked to her you might have a chance"she finished, trying to lift his spirit.

"Good luck, bro"Lo'ak spoke, giving him an encouraging pat on the back.

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Neteyam had been searching for the girl since the talk with his friends, and only now was he understanding Roxto's words.

She was nowhere to be found and it was nearing eclipse.

He was about to give up until his ears perked at a familiar humming, his feet were quick, making their way toward the sound.

To a quiet stretch of shore.

She sat alone on a rock near the water, waves crashing gently below, a glowing flower cradled carefully in her hands.

As the darkness deepened, her patterns began to glow, radiant, rivaling the flower itself.

She was breathtaking.

Realizing he’d been staring far too long to look anything but a creep, Neteyam cleared his throat to make his presence known.

She startled before turning.

Once her eyes landed on him his legs weakened under her gaze.

“Neteyam?” she said, his name falling from her lips like a blessing.

“You… know my name?” he asked, His tail swaying flustered behind him. Voice lower than he intended, but he was just too mesmerized.

His heart skipped a beat once she chuckled softly”of course. I have tended to you for months.”

She patted the spot beside her, inviting him to sit and he did, without hesitation.

As soon as he sat down he felt a light breeze caressing him, his hair swaying with the wind, the sounds of the waves filling the blanks that the silence left.

"I like to come here to be in my own thoughts, I thought nobody would find me here"she started, turning to Neteyam with a grin. "Guess it didn’t last long, although I don't mind sharing my spot with you as long as you keep it a secret"she added softly.

Neteyam nodded eagerly, too eagerly.

"it's gonna stay between you and me, I promise"he answered.

Both were looking into each other’s eyes, wide smiles plastered on their faces. Their tails unconsciously inching closer.

"It's nice to finally see you not half dead"she spoke playfully.

Neteyam chuckled"it feels nice to not be half dead".

A comfortable silence settled between the pair, gazes redirected to the ocean’s view in front of them.

Their hands brushed, and Neteyam knew, without a doubt, that he would be coming to this place far more often than ever.

Tag🏷️ : @isyneteyam

[psychoblaster]

Tuk wants to be a chieftain when she grows up

[clvfoi]

Mine

Omaticaya!female reader

The communal fire crackled as the clan gathered for the evening meal. You sat with Kiri and Tuk, laughing at one of Tuk’s animated stories about her day, when you felt eyes on you.

“Someone’s staring,” Kiri sang under her breath, not even bothering to look up from her food.

“He’s always staring,” you muttered back, fighting the smile tugging at your lips.

Neteyam sat with his parents and Lo’ak across the fire, supposedly listening to his father’s conversation, but his golden eyes kept flickering to you. You’d been mated for only a few weeks, and he still looked at you like you were the only person in the clan.

“It’s disgusting,” Lo’ak announced loudly enough for you to hear, earning himself a swift smack to the back of his head from Neytiri. “Ow! What? It is! He’s been like a lovesick yerik since the bonding ceremony.”

“Lo’ak,” Jake warned, but you could see him trying not to smile.

“I’m just saying, before he was only mostly annoying. Now he’s completely unbearable. ‘Have you seen her? Where is she? I need to check on her,’” Lo’ak mimicked in an exaggerated voice.

Neteyam’s ears flattened against his skull. “I do not sound like that.”

“You absolutely do, brother,” Kiri called over cheerfully. “Yesterday you asked me three times if she was okay when she was literally sitting right next to me.”

Your cheeks flushed as the family dissolved into laughter. Even Jake was chuckling now, while Neytiri tried and failed to hide her amused smile behind her hand.

“My son, the mighty warrior,” she teased gently, reaching over to pat Neteyam’s arm. “Reduced to following his mate around like a baby.”

“I do not follow her—”

“You literally walked into a tree yesterday because you were watching her,” Tuk piped up helpfully.

The gathering erupted in laughter again. You covered your face with your hands, torn between mortification and affection for your completely smitten mate.

Neteyam stood abruptly, his tail swishing in agitation, and started making his way around the fire. Your heart picked up speed as he approached with clear purpose in his eyes.

“Oh, here we go,” Lo’ak muttered. “Incoming.”

“Neteyam—” you started, but he was already there, offering his hand.

“Walk with me.”

“We’re eating—”

“Now, yawne.”

Kiri snorted. “So commanding.”

You took his hand anyway because, despite his family’s teasing, you’d follow him anywhere. He pulled you to your feet and immediately started leading you away from the fire, his fingers laced tightly with yours.

“Your family is never going to let you live this down,” you said, laughing as you walked toward the edge of the gathering.

“I don’t care.”

“You walked into a tree?”

“A small tree. Barely a tree. More like a large branch.”

You were still giggling when you reached the quieter outskirts of the celebration, near the large roots of Hometree where the light from the fire barely reached. The bioluminescent plants cast a soft glow around you, and the sounds of the clan faded to a gentle murmur.

Neteyam turned to face you, and something in his expression made your breath catch. The playfulness from moments ago had shifted into something more intense.

“You were talking to Ka’vio earlier,” he said, his voice low.

“I… what?” You blinked, trying to remember. “Oh, at the hunt gathering? He was just asking about—”

“He was standing very close to you.”

“Neteyam, he was asking me about herb preparations for his mother—”

“And smiling.”

“People smile when they talk, my love.”

His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him in one smooth motion. Your hands instinctively came up to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms.

“He has been smiling at you a lot lately,” Neteyam said, his face dipping close to yours. His voice had taken on a rough edge that sent shivers down your spine. “I do not like it.”

“Are you jealous?” you breathed, even though the answer was obvious in the way he held you, the possessive gleam in his eyes.

“Of Ka’vio? No.” His lips quirked up in a smirk that made your knees weak. “But I think perhaps I need to remind him who you belong to.”

“Oh?” You tried to sound unaffected, but your voice came out breathy. “And who’s that?”

His hands tightened on your waist, and he leaned in until his lips brushed against your ear. The question came out in a low, teasing rumble that made heat pool in your belly:

“Who is your mate, yawne?”

Your breath hitched. “That’s not fair—”

“Say it.” He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dancing with mischief and desire. One hand slid up to cup the back of your neck while the other remained possessively on your waist. “I want to hear you say it.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” you managed, but you were smiling, heart racing.

“Maybe.” He nipped playfully at your jaw, making you gasp. “Say it anyway.”

“Neteyam—”

“Who?” His tail wrapped around your leg, and you could feel the rumble of satisfaction in his chest at having you caged in his arms.

“You,” you finally surrendered, pulling him closer by his necklace. “You are my mate, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan. Only you. Always you.”

The smirk melted into something softer, more reverent. “That’s right,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. “Mine.”

“Yours,” you agreed, and then his lips were on yours, claiming and tender all at once.

The kiss deepened, his hand threading through your hair while yours explored the strong lines of his back. You forgot about Ka’vio, about the teasing, about everything except the way Neteyam held you like you were precious and his all at once.

“THEY’RE MAKING OUT!”

You sprang apart to find Tuk standing several feet away, hands cupped around her mouth, announcing your private moment to literally everyone.

“TUK!” you and Neteyam shouted in unison.

“I FOUND THEM! THEY’RE BEING GROSS!”

Lo’ak’s cackle carried across the clearing. “I TOLD YOU! He can’t keep his hands off her for five minutes!”

Neteyam dropped his head to your shoulder with a groan while you buried your flaming face in his chest.

“Your family,” you mumbled against him.

“Our family,” he corrected, but you could feel him smiling. “Come on. Let’s go somewhere they can’t find us.”

“There is nowhere they can’t find us.”

“Then we’ll go somewhere they won’t follow.” He took your hand again, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. “I know a spot.”

As he led you deeper into the forest, you could still hear Lo’ak’s voice carrying through the night: “Dad, they’re leaving! Should someone tell them that we can all see their bioluminescence trails? …Dad? Dad, are you laughing?!”

You looked up at Neteyam, who was definitely trying not to laugh, his ears still pink from embarrassment but his grip on your hand unwavering.

“Worth it?” you asked.

He stopped, pulled you close again, and kissed you soundly. “Always.”

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Later at the secluded waterfall…

You know,” you said, trailing your fingers down his arm as you sat tucked against his side on the smooth rocks, “you really don’t have to worry about Ka’vio. Or anyone else.”

Neteyam’s tail twitched. “I know that.”

“Do you?”

He was quiet for a moment, then sighed. “I see you. I see how the other warriors look at you. How could they not? You are beautiful, kind, fierce…” His arm tightened around you. “Sometimes I still can’t believe you chose me.”

You turned to face him fully, cupping his face in your hands. “Neteyam, I didn’t just choose you. I see you - all of you. The mighty warrior, yes, but also the male who brings me flowers he thinks I’ll like. Who lets Tuk braid his hair even when she tangles it hopelessly. Who worries about everyone but himself.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re stuck with me, my love. No amount of smiling warriors will change that.”

He searched your eyes, then smiled - that soft, genuine smile he saved just for you. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Even when you’re being a possessive skxawng.”

“I prefer ‘protective.’”

“You walked into a tree.”

“I thought we agreed never to speak of that again.”

You laughed, and he kissed you again, slower this time, reverent. His hands traced patterns on your skin that made you shiver, and you felt the bond between you pulse with warmth and affection and desire.

“Although,” you murmured against his lips, “I didn’t hate the jealous thing. The whole ‘who is your mate’ question was—”

“Was what?” He pulled back with that insufferable smirk, reading your flushed face perfectly.

“Nothing.”

“No, no. Please continue.” His hand slid up your thigh, his touch feather-light and teasing. “You didn’t hate it?”

“Neteyam…”

“Should I ask again?” He leaned in close, voice dropping to that low rumble. “Who is your mate, sevin?”

Your breath caught, and you could feel him smile against your neck.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, and proceeded to spend the rest of the night thoroughly reminding you exactly who you belonged to - and who belonged to you.

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The next morning at breakfast

You have leaves in your hair,” Kiri observed dryly.

“And your lips are swollen,” Lo’ak added with a grin. “Both of you. It’s like you’re allergic to subtlety.”

Neteyam just smiled, completely unrepentant, and pulled you closer. His family groaned in unison.

Jake shook his head, but you caught him squeezing Neytiri’s hand, a knowing look passing between them.

“Young love,” Neytiri sighed, though her eyes were warm.

“Young idiocy,” Lo’ak corrected.

“You’re just jealous,” Tuk announced matter-of-factly. “Because you don’t have a mate who looks at you like Neteyam looks at her.”

Everyone turned to stare at the youngest Sully.

“What?” She blinked innocently. “It’s true. It’s nice. I want someone to look at me like that one day.”

Neteyam’s expression softened, and he reached over to tug gently on one of Tuk’s braids. “One day, tsmuke. But not for many, many years.”

“Agreed,” Jake said firmly. “Many years.”

You leaned into Neteyam’s side, watching his family bicker and tease, and felt overwhelmingly grateful. For him, for them, for this chaotic, loving, ridiculous family you’d married into.

Neteyam pressed a kiss to your temple, and you felt rather than heard his quiet words: “I see you.”

“I see you,” you whispered back, and ignored Lo’ak’s gagging sounds entirely.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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Author’s note: again writing I had stored up let me know if you guys like it