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pairing: OlderBrother!Lo'ak x sister!reader
summary: You and Lo'ak head into the forest and encounter some trouble.
w/c: 1,468
author's notes: wanted to write some Lo'ak content! Never done this before but I love him just as much and I think this came out pretty well! Hope u guys enjoy it!
You and Lo’ak were a chaotic duo. The pair of you were probably the most irresponsible siblings within the Sully family but the two of you liked to call it ‘having some fucking fun’. The two of you loved pulling pranks, playing around or just wandering around in the forest until the sun sets and the moon rises. Everyone knew that when the two of you were together nothing good would come out of it. Many na’vi in the village say that Lo’ak had a bad influence on you as an older brother, and they may be right, but the day always ended with your cheeks sore from laughter and that’s all that mattered to your older brother.
You were enjoying your breakfast when Lo’ak had pulled on your arm to whisper into your ear, a mischievous smile growing on his face as the rest of the Sully family busied themselves with their morning duties.
“We should go into the forest today!” He suggested, his voice low but his excitement was uncontainable. His tail was swishing wildly behind him – always too obvious.
“Lo’ak, dad literally said to not go into the forest today because Nete can’t watch over us.” You scowled, ears flat against your head. Lo’ak simply rolled his eyes and tugged on your forearm again.
“Yeah, and I have a better idea. We go anyway. It’s not like we need him to watch over us all the time.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. Sure you enjoyed having fun with Lo’ak whenever you could but your dad sounded pretty serious this time and you really didn’t want to get on his nerves today. Your brother on the other hand didn’t really give a shit because he believed he could protect you just fine if the situation arises.
“No Lo’ak. I’m not going.”
Two hours later you’re in the forest. Don’t bother wondering how Lo’ak managed to convince you but you’re here now, running over large tree roots that cross cliffs and you are having more fun than you’ve ever had this past week. You’re jumping from root to root, Lo’ak running in front of you and somehow he’s only getting faster.
You’re looking around, admiring the beautiful scenery. You can see everything from above, the way the trees sway in the wind, the fauna, the beautiful clouds, and the star that shines on Pandora. It’s a view that you could never get used to.
“Try and catch up skxawng!” Lo’ak gloated from ahead, not even bothering to turn around to check if you were still following. You puff out a laugh and attempt to speed up. You end up crossing the cliff a few minutes after Lo’ak, who took the privilege of his speed and decided to sit down on the ground while he waited for you.
“Took you long enough.” He teased with a poke of his tongue. You instantly collapse on your legs and fall over, laying down beside your brother as you attempt to catch your breath. He picks up a few leaves and throws them over your face, laughing as he did so. You swat the leaves away and scowl at him.
“Whatever, you wouldn’t even be here if I didn’t come along.” You grumble, throwing your arms over your head.
You and Lo’ak eventually get back up and continue running along. Every now and then the two of you stop to admire a plant that you find somewhere along your adventure. You two keep exploring for the next few hours and you manage to stumble upon an odd clearing in the forest.
“Lo’ak.” You call over in a hushed tone. You’re crouched down, hiding behind a group of plants that perfectly cover you. Your older brother, who surprisingly isn’t that stupid, follows along and crouches beside you, keeping his steps quiet.
“What’s wrong?” He whispers, curiously looking between you and the clearing in front of him. He notices how your tail is stiff and your ears are pressed against your head. You don’t say anything but he can tell that you’re afraid. The older boy feels the strange energy too and he understands how it can scare you. Lo’ak decides that instead of acting like a fun playmate, he needs to act like your older brother. He moves closer until your shoulders are touching, hoping that it calms you down, even just a little.
He looks around, further and deeper into the forest, and that’s when he sees it. Not too far from where you guys are hiding, there’s a net, expertly covered by leaves and twigs. It’s a trap, but he’s not sure what it’s for. No tribe hunts their game like this but he didn’t want to stay and find out.
“C’mon baby sis, I think we gotta go.” He mumbles to you, but his eyes are still trained ahead of him, trying to look for any threat hiding in the trees. His grip on his bow tightens when his ears pick up a strange sound of shuffling up ahead. Your ears don’t pick up the sound but he thinks it's better if you don’t notice it. You nod and begin to walk away, back crouched down but you’re agile and quiet. Lo’ak stays behind you, following in your lead and making sure that nothing follows.
After a few minutes, he decides that maybe you’d be safer up in the trees. He’s not getting a good feeling and he knows it’s Eywa’s warning.
“Y/N.” Lo’ak calls you over quietly. You look over and he’s pointing at the tree above, signaling for you to climb up. As you walk over to the tree you feel something grab you. You hiss and try to struggle out of its grip but it’s tight and daunting. Your heart drops when you look up and realize it’s one of the Avatars.
“Let go of my sister.” Lo’ak growls in English, his na’vi accent heavy on his words. He's fast and he already has an arrow sheathed into his bow, aiming straight at the Avatar’s head but that doesn’t intimidate the man holding onto you. You whimper when you feel a piece of metal push up against your temple, knocking your head to the side. You attempt to struggle in the Avatar’s grip, your tail swishing wildly but nothing seems to be working.
“English huh? You’re one of his then.” The Avatar grins from behind you. His words sound slimy and cruel. It causes your ears to flatten against your head as you look up ahead at your brother. His stance is tall and confident and he’s still holding onto that arrow, ready to shoot if he really needed to. Lo’ak meets your gaze and attempts to comfort you, taking a step forward but the Avatar huffs and takes a step back, knocking the barrel of the gun back up against your temple.
“Take another step and she’s gone.” He threatens and you couldn’t help but whimper quietly. You meet Lo’ak’s eyes again. They’re narrowed and angry. He decides he has to make a move. He opens his mouth and makes a familiar sound – it’s the signal. You gather your strength and immediately grab onto the Avatar’s arm that’s crossed over your shoulders and flip him over. Once he’s on the ground Lo’ak ruthlessly shoots the arrow straight into his chest. The Avatar struggles and coughs but before he could reach for his communication device Lo’ak hisses, reaching over and grabbing it from the man. He tosses it to the ground and crushes it beneath his foot. Spitting on it after.
You’ve cowered into yourself, watching carefully as Lo’ak kneels down next to the Avatar, “Don’t mess with me again bitch.” He snarls quietly. Lo’ak grabs another arrow and stabs it straight into the Avatar’s chest where his heart would be located. You wince softly when the Avatar chokes up and eventually stops moving.
Lo’ak gives the Avatar one last look before he turns his head and looks over at you. His ears are pointed up, still high with adrenaline – much too aware of his surroundings.
“You okay?” He asks in a hushed tone. You nod your head but your ears are still pinned against the sides of your head and your eyes are still scared. Lo’ak sighs and shakes his head. He gets up and walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug.
“You’re fine baby sis.” Lo’ak murmurs into your hair, “Did’ya see how cool your older bro was? I’d Never let anything happen to you.” You wrap your arms around Lo’ak’s torso and your body slowly eases up. You felt safe here, in Lo’ak’s arms – and he’s proved that to you. Nothing bad would ever happen to you as long your older brother was around.
pairing: Neteyam x omatikaya!reader
notes: one of many meetings with neteyam
w/c: 644
w/n: i missed writing for neteyam.
It was quiet in the forest. The only sounds that trickled into your ears were that of the fires crackling around and the hushed voices of the rest of the village people. You were slowly nodding off, your head leaning on the tree bark behind your body, until you heard the familiar battle cries of the village’s beloved warriors.
You hear their chants and shrills of victory before you see them. Soon the na’vi around you are perking up, looking up through the leaves to see the ikrans fly by before they land on the east side of the village.
The warriors came trickling in, heads held up high and their fists pounding against their chest. Amongst the group of na’vi, you spot him. Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan. One of the youngest warriors in the village. Well, that’s exaggerating it a little. He had passed his iknimaya at the small age of 13, one of the youngest the village has seen in a while — Despite the passing of two years, his natural athleticism and continuous achievements, his father was wary of letting him become a full fledged warrior at his young age. Though today was special, it was Neteyam’s first proper hunt.
Your chest fluttered, stomach filled with a hundred buzzing bugs that had you pushed up onto your feet. Neteyam was a few years older than you but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t admire him from a far — neither did it mean you couldn’t admire him up close.
Just as you were lost in thought, Neteyam walks by, his bow tossed over his back and the usual warrior armor fashioned upon his lithe body. He walks over to the bonfire just next to the one your family had set up for the evening to prepare for dinner, where his family is.
Tuk, his littlest sister runs up to him, giggling and babbling about while his other two siblings, Kiri and Lo’ak give him their own versions of appraisal. While Neytiri, his mother, fashions him a bowl of his own meal, you decide that now would be your best moment to approach him.
“Neteyam,” You call out meekly, embarrassed now at the fact that the eyes of the Sully family were on you. The older boy turns his head slightly, looking up at you curiously. There was no chance to back out now.
“Congratulations on your first hunt!” You continue, hands behind your back and your cheeks turning a dark shade of purple, “I prepared something for you.” From behind your back you reveal a beaded string, meant to be worn in the hair of the na’vi people. It was a combination of beads, rocks, and shells you found while scavenging around the forest, awaiting his return.
“Thank you, it’s beautiful.” Neteyam grins, looking at your outstretched hand. He takes it from your palm and the heat of his fingertips travel up your arm and straight to your heart. He holds up the gift, looking at it carefully as he dangles it in front of his curious eyes.
“I’ll keep this well.” He finishes with a courteous nod, enclosing his fingers around the beaded gift and bringing it towards his chest, as if he was showing its importance. You nod quickly and scurry off, too embarrassed to stay any longer in front of the curious eyes of the Sully family.
Later that night as you lay in your hammock you couldn’t stop thinking about the way Neteyam had smiled at you. Sure, Neteyam was a proper man, taught well by his father and following in the footsteps of his mother – he was kind to everyone that he deemed respectable. Kind enough that he could flash that smile to anyone, but despite all that, all you could think about was the fluttery feeling you got in your stomach when he smiled at you anyway.
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big brother neteyam comforting younger reader maybe like 7-9 when she gets hurt
Big Brother | Neteyam Pt. 3
pairing: Brother!Neteyam x Sister!Reader
w/c: 472
notes: i loved this idea so much!!! but im in like a major writers block rn so i couldnt chalk out much but i like how it came out almost as a 'snippet' of their lives <333 i hope you guys enjoy this one and expect more soon!!
You were a clumsy child. Running around with Tuk and Lo’ak earns you a few cuts and bruises — and a light scolding from your parents. You were clumsy enough that overtime, your parents stopped getting so worried about your little injuries from your adventures and took them as a marker of good time. All except one person.
You were running around one day, chasing after Neteyam when you tripped over the large root of a tree. A gasp left your mouth as you fell over, your arms too slow to catch your fall. You crumple on the ground, a small whimper coming from you.
Neteyam turns around at the sudden stop of our giggles, and he spots you on the ground.
“What happened baby girl?” Neteyam ushered towards you. You say nothing as tears brim your wide eyes. Despite you getting all kinds of hurt on a daily basis, Neteyam still feels his chest tighten at your hurt state.
“I tripped on the branch,” You sniffled, wiping your nose with your arm.
“Okay,” Neteyam sighs as he lifts you up by your underarms, placing you on your feet. “I think it’s time we go home lady bug.”
“But it hurts Neteyam,” You whine softly, pointing at your knee.
“Yeah, okay, lets see the damage,” Your older brother lowers himself onto his knees. He lifts your left arm, his fingers dancing up your torso, towards your underarm in feign of checking for any cuts. You let out a giggle, pulling your arm down to protect yourself. Neteyam hums and repeats this on your other side, garnering more laughs from you.
“Hmm, I think there’s something wrong, right here!” Neteyam sing-songs, bringing his fingers to wiggle underneath your arms, you let out a squeal, curling in towards yourself. Your older brother continues his attacks, forcing his fingers onto your torso despite the attempts of your little hands to push him away.
Soon enough you were in a fit of giggles, no longer able to stave off your brother. Neteam relishes in your laughs, a grin growing on his face as your giggles grow louder. You fall into him, unable to keep yourself standing, and only then does Neteyam stop tickling you. You’re laying across his thigh, breathless.
“Why did you do that to me!” You complained, your voice still airy, despite this, the grin on your face was wide.
“So that you would not cry,” Neteyam laughs, “It worked, did it not?” You hum and roll over, letting yourself fall onto the lush grass.
Neteyam lets out another chuckle before he picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder.
“Hey! Let me down!” You yell, lightly pounding on his back.
Neteyam pays no mind and begins his walk back to the hometree, and let’s just say you arrive home peacefully asleep in his arms.
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the lowdown — the one where neteyam screws up and he notices the distance between you.
the who — neteyam x fem omatikaya!reader
the word count — 1.6k
the tags and warnings — a lil angst (i must be a masochist), hurt / comfort, fluff.
the notes — based off of this request!
masterlist
The pressure on Neteyam’s shoulders makes him tense.
He’d been thrown task after task, whiplash impending as villagers and clanspeople called his name left and right for assistance with responsibilities both great and menial.
It was a day he cleared to spend time alone, too immersed in playing the threads that held the clan together. But from morning eclipse to now, as the forest is shrouding in darkness, the duty of being a diligent leader-in-training weighs heavy like an anchor.
He breathes a sigh of relief when he finally settles near a stream, feet in the water as he leans back on both hands and basks in the natural soundscape of the abundant jungle.
It’s short-lived though, his eyes closing in defeat when he hears someone calling his name.
“Neteyam?” It’s you, his lover, his star that shines so bright. “Teyam?”
He stills, hoping the quiet rush of the stream’s waters will blanket his breathing.
You come poking out of the brush anyways, excited when you see your partner for the first time since last night’s eclipse.
You kneel behind him, arms coming around his neck as you lean over his shoulder and start planting kisses against his cheek and jaw.
“Missed you,” you admit, pressing your face again his. “Today was so exciting, you won’t believe what…”
He’s tuning you out, a heavy sigh blowing past his lips as your voice projects and seems to fill the space. You chatter, and you chatter, and you chatter a mile a minute as you rehash your entire day.
You’re only excited, still caught up in the throes of your extended honeymoon phase, but Neteyam, quite frankly, is fed up.
“For once just stop,” he says sharply, and your babbling dies down.
“Hm?” you hum, hand coming to tuck one of his braids behind his ear.
“Just stop talking, please,” he says firmly. “You’re being noisy and I just want a single moment of peace.”
Your hold around his neck loosens and he lets out another deep sigh when he feels you settle behind him, opting to brush your fingers across the upper expanse of his back. You’re trying to work out the knots in his shoulders, but he’s grabbing your hand to stop you.
“Alone,” he reiterates.
He doesn’t see the way your face falls, the way a flutter of insecurity shutters over your softened expression. He just feels you withdraw, fingers slipping from his grasp as the grass rustles and you stand to your feet.
He expects you to bid him a farewell, but by the time he’s craning his neck over his shoulder, you’re disappearing back into the brush where you came from.
Neteyam seems to sleep the weariness off, that much is clear when he takes a seat next to you the following morning for the first meal and kisses your temple. It sits with you, though, that gutting feeling that maybe Neteyam has underlying feelings that you overlook.
“Sleep okay?” he asks you, flashing you a small smile as he brushes loose hair over your shoulder to see your profile better.
You nod despite the lie. Truthfully you had barely slept at all, wracking your brain for signs you missed, moments you spent being overbearing. It still haunts you now as you pick through the fruits and grains on your plate, focusing extra hard.
“The next batch of warriors will be attempting their rite soon,” he says, biting into a chunk of dried meat. “After everything is said and done…”
You can’t help but wonder if he’s always felt that way. If every moment with you drains him and he’s just good at keeping up the facade.
“My love?” Neteyam calls gently, pulling you from your trance.
You look up at him with wide eyes.
“Yes?” Your voice cracks, hoarse as you clear your throat.
His brow bone twitches as he seems to search your face.
“Everything alright?”
You nod again.
“Yeah,” you affirm. “All good.”
But things are not all good, Neteyam comes to realize after a few lonely eclipses. You hadn’t met him at your spot near the waterfalls for evening swims and as he kicks stones on the way back to the camp, he tries to fit the pieces of the puzzle together.
When it hits him, he feels so stupid, freezing in the middle of the buzzing forest.
“Oh, ________,” he whispers to himself, padding quickly through the grass.
It isn’t hard to find you, reclined in a hammock, reading a book some of the lab guys had lent to the village for practice.
As he closes in on you, things seem fine, but he knows better. He knows his sweet girl better than to leave things unsaid.
You finally look up when your hammock begins to sway with Neteyam’s gradual weight. When he settles in across from you, pulling your smooth legs over his, he speaks.
“Where have you been, my love?” he tests, fingers absently toying with the threads fastened around your ankle.
“Here,” you say simply, turning your attention back to the book to flip the page.
“You didn’t meet me at the waterfall,” he presses, fingertips skimming over your calves.
“There were many tasks in the village today,” you reply. “I wanted to rest.”
A prolonged silence envelops you as you continue reading, leaving Neteyam to filter through his thoughts.
“Can we talk?” he asks, delicately pulling the book from your grasp to draw your attention.
You blink at him with round eyes and his heart squeezes in his chest. How could he say something like that to someone like you, always so tender and gentle.
“I want to apologize,” he says, leaning forward to capture your hands in his. “About that night near the stream.”
Your expression doesn’t falter, you just continue to watch him quietly as he mulls over the words.
“I was really overwhelmed and I took it out on you,” he says, thumb brushing over azure skin.
“S’okay,” you say softly, smiling at him lightly. “I’m sorry for being annoying.”
Neteyam’s gaze softens.
“You could never be annoying,” he says, hand coming up to stroke your cheek. “I like when you’re happy and you tell me about your day. I like being with you.”
He’s pulling you into him so that you rest on his chest, hand coming up to smooth the hair on the back of your head.
Neteyam doesn’t notice that the smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes as his voice rumbles in his chest.
You had him fooled for a while, that things were okay between the two of you, but Neteyam was learning to read you. Knew your little tics and nuances.
You wanted to shake that night, wanted to fall into him again, but it was like an itch that couldn’t be scratched, an ache that couldn’t be soothed.
You were so in your head that you hadn’t even realized that others were starting to notice, too. Murmurs that there could be trouble in paradise.
You were starting to read more, blowing through the books in the lab. Anything to take your mind off the burn. You were too busy trying to preserve the peace, of trying to find comfort in your own, that you don’t notice that Neteyam is growing restless.
It’s another missed meet up when he finally decides that enough is enough.
When he doesn’t find you in your hammock, his brows furrow, shaky breath blowing past his lips.
The village hasn’t seen much of you either if his unanswered inquiries are anything to go by. So he follows his gut, searching the ins and outs of the camp for you. Every empty space is added stress, but he tries one last place.
And of course you’d be there, the place that started it all, fingers skimming the surface of the water as you watch the creatures in the water swim happily.
“My love,” Neteyam says quietly.
You ministrations on the water ceases.
“Hm?” you hum, eyes still glued to a particularly luminescent fish.
“Look at me.”
You don’t realize how close he’s gotten until you hear him right behind you. When you turn your gaze skywards to meet his eyes, you see the worry etched into his features.
“Are you alright?” you ask, standing to your feet.
“I should be asking you,” he replies, hands cupping each side of your neck to coax you to look up at him.
“I’m fine,” you assure him, unable to meet his gaze.
“________,” he urges.
At the sound of your full name, you melt like putty in his hands, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment.
“It’s stupid,” you whisper.
“Talk to me,” he implores.
You look like you’re chewing on the words, like they want to come out but you’re wrestling with them. When his thumb brushes your jaw like a silent okay, you crumble.
“Just wanted to give you space,” you mumble.
Neteyam looks wounded.
“Why would you–“
“You have many duties to the clan,” you reason quietly “I don’t want to add to it.”
“Is this about what I said the other night?” he asks fearfully.
Your silence is answer enough and he crushes you in his arms like you’ll float away. Something tingles in your nose, like you could cry, so you push your face into the smooth planes of his chest.
“I was being thoughtless,” he says, voice like a roll of thunder behind his ribcage. “You are the highlight of my days, my first and last thought, do you hear me?”
You mumble something and Neteyam nudges you away gently so that he can look into your eyes.
“I wouldn’t trade you, change you, for anything,” he says. “Mark my words.”
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summary the youngest daughter and sibling is just two years younger than tuk and she is so adorable. just how the sully family treats her.
pairing sully! reader x platonic! sully family
note reader uses she/her pronouns
neteyam was just ten years old when you were born
on a random day like any other day, you started crying in the middle of the night.
surprisingly, he was the only one who woke up from your ear splitting cries and he had to do something before you woke up everyone in the forest
call it brotherly instincts cause he handled it perfectly well
neteyam sturred in his position, his ears twitching at the familiar cries. he pushed himself to sit up as he rubbed his eyes gently. it was way too early compared to his normal waking time, but he couldn't bring himself to be annoyed at you because you're just a baby. and he learned from his dad that each and one of his siblings were like that too when lo'ak complained about how noisy you were.
he rushed up quickly and knelt down in front of you. his mother was completely asleep right next to you. he pondered why, in contrast to other times, she had been unable to wake up to the sound of your cries. nonetheless, he eventually concluded that she was exhausted from her restless nights. his father, too, has been occupied with his olo'eyktan responsibilities and raising five children.
it was his turn now as the eldest sibling to take care of you, he thinks.
carefully, neteyam embraced you in his arms. he had only ever carried you under his mother's watch once, but he recalled every piece of advice she had given him. make sure you support her head and rock her gently.
your sobbing subsided when you saw your brother and were replaced by whimpers and sniffles only. to avoid disturbing his parents, he took a seat on the corner of his home.
"are you okay now?" he asked softly. neteyam observed your eyes that were still swelled with tears, your bottom lip pushed into a pout. he giggled at the sight. "i guess you are since you're not crying anymore."
your chubby small hand reached for his nose and he scrunched them under your touch. immediately, you retracted your hand with a giggle thinking that it's like a loreyu.
your father, jake, had showed you one as he brought you around the forest. and that plant is your favorite.
neteyam smiled at the reaction. He doesn't mind at all being woken up to the sound of his baby sisters' cries if it meant he would have moments like this with her.
imagine the horror neytiri felt when she couldn't feel your warmth beside her
her eyes surveyed the area until it stopped on her eldest son, laid on the corner with you on top of his chest. you were babbling soft noises with a smile on your face as you slept.
neytiri cupped her mouth with her hand, taking in the cuteness of the moment
she wished she had whatever the humans used to capture memories for remembrance
when kiri was eleven, jake assigned her to help their grandmother look after you in her hut
she obliged without a thought because she loved watching you
unlike her annoying brothers, you don't spout annoying nonsense
being with your oldest sister has always been your favourite thing. even you could feel the serenity she radiated. when neteyam was unable to be found since his father is training him, lo'ak and tuk were having fun.
sitting between kiri's knees, your hands grasped her wrists and pushed her hands to clap against each other. you were cooing then babbling from time to time.
“papa gave you the toruk makto doll, but you’d rather play with my hands?” she asked.
her voice made you stare up with round eyes, as well as your ears perked up. as you let yourself slump forward, a playful look spread over your features.
kiri chuckled, familiar with your act.
after your grandma began teaching kiri how to be a healer, the two of you often roleplay in which you are the patient and kiri is the healer.
as you are with her during the majority of time when the warriors enter the hut to receive treatment, mo'at believes that you mimicked their behaviour. your observant eyes watching each action.
"oh no! we have a hunter who is hurt!" kiri faked a gasped and turned your body around.
you forced your eyes closed. giggles leaving your lips now and then.
"what could the cause be?" her hands touching your chubby stomach before trailing them up to your ears. "no, it's not the ears." then her fingers lightly tickled your neck which made you laugh. "nope, neck is fine. it must be… here!"
kiri tickled each of your sides causing you to thrash between her legs. a shrieking laugh could be heard inside the hut.
mo'at smiled at the sight of her grandchildren. kiri bending over to connect both of your noses, still giggling. moments like this, she begs eywa that they stay as children forever.
lo'ak.
he's not really the right person to look after you so jake doesn't leave you alone with him
why?
it's not because he's reckless. it's because you had no fear at all and lo'ak encourages it
you were just two when you tried jumping over a small fire. the fire wasn't big, so why should he stop you?
he was hanging from a branch with his legs over it. and you instantly made grabby hands, wanting to try it
jake feared that he would have to deal with another troublemaker when you grow up
that's why neteyam is always around when you're with lo'ak
lo'ak was eleven when he was first entrusted to watch you alone.
you were two.
just two.
and neteyam is already scolding lo'ak about how he wasn't holding you in the river. he felt like his soul left him when he saw you in front of lo'ak in the river, and nothing was holding you to him. you were literally sinking.
"bro, it's not like that. i will never hurt y/n like that!" yelled lo'ak. he felt offended that his brother would ever think that.
neteyam rolled his eyes. he was holding you by the hip, and you had a scowl on your face. "no baby would want to be in the lake sinking. skxawng."
lo'ak groaned. "she was not sinking! she tried to touch the ground with her feet! she kept crying when i wouldn't let her go!"
before neteyam could argue, you spoke, "i want lo'ak." you reached your arms out to him, indicating that you wanted to be held by him.
"no. we're going to mom and dad," neteyam firmly said.
lo'ak huffed as he rolled his eyes. he knew that his parents would scold him if they found out, especially jake.
you started sobbing as neteyam began to leave. lo'ak is the only person who ever allows you to do anything, hence you wanted to stay in the water with him for a little while longer. neteyam attempted to calm you, but it was ineffective. despite being in your father's arms, your sobbing continued to be loud enough to be heard.
neytiri was absolutely fuming when she found out
jake was bouncing you in his arms because your cries hadn't stopped
lo'ak was standing in front of them, head down
it was when you said your brothers name, reaching out to him, your mother stopped scolding him
lo'ak cupped the back of your neck as you rested your head on his shoulder.
maybe he was wrong for letting you do that, but he would never intentionally harm you. your brother adores you and he hoped that his parents see that
because tuk is closest to your age, she's your partner in crime
whatever she does, you follow
wherever she goes, you're right behind her
the two of you had no sense of what's wrong or right so you two didn't care
tuk was five and you were three. neytiri wasn't home because it was her hunt this time with her party. neteyam, lo'ak, and kiri were out to hangout with other kids their age.
so, it was just jake and his little girls.
jake enjoyed playing with his little princesses, but he was tired from his olo'eyktan duties. he tried to fight his drowsiness, blinking his eyes open. but with tuk laying on his stomach and humming a random melody, it was impossible.
"hm?" you tilted your head when you see a basket that had shells with paint inside them. blue, yellow, white. your favourite colours!
carefully, tuk moved from her father to you. her eyes shined at the shells and grabbed the blue paint. "the one who gets the most paint on their body loses!"
tuk dipped her hand in the shell and touched your chest, leaving a four finger mark. you whined and grabbed the yellow shell. doing the same thing she did to you.
from then on, it became paint wars.
kiri, neteyam, and lo'ak were shocked to see the hammock dirty with paint. even more shocked to see you and tuk covered with paint head to toe.
neteyam was quick to wake his dad because if his mom sees this, they were all in trouble
jake cursed when he was greeted by his paint covered daughters. he internally cursed himself again when you and tuk said shit because of him
there wasn't enough time to do anything because your mother was already home
jake received a great scolding from her
you are loved dearly by your family and they would do anything for you <3
it's only cut to the sully siblings because i felt like it's getting too long. if this gets much attention, i might make one for jake and neytiri !
aw could u maybe write some more big brother!neteyam please 🥺 maybe the reader has a fight with jake and neteyam stands up for her even though he’d never dare to disagree with his dad unless it’s about his sister 😔 i feel like he’d be such an overprotective brother 😭
Big Brother | Neteyam pt.2
pairing: brother!Neteyam x sister!reader
w/c: 651
notes: i had so much fun writing this!! i hope this meets your expectations >.< have fun reading!!
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Neteyam was never one to argue, sure he’ll have the occasional quarrel with Lo’ak, or other kids in the clan, but that was it. So he would never, ever, try to fight against his parents. He wouldn’t even think about it. As the eldest he has to be the peacemaker, the levelheaded one, not some kind of rash idiot.
Although, he feels that there may be a bit of an exception.
“Baby girl, what were you thinking?” Jake yelled, running a hand over his face. Your ears flattened at his tone. Your father hardly ever scolded you, you didn’t get into trouble often, but when you did, it was met with a harsh attitude.
“I’m sorry,” You mumbled, head lowered. Jake sighed, shifting on his feet, placing a hand on his hip.
Jake shook his head, “No, you don’t get it, you could’ve died! You’ve got to be more careful!” You nodded along his words, tears brimming at your eyes. You really didn’t mean to stay out until eclipse! You were just having so much fun that you didn’t even notice the time of day, if only you had noticed you would’ve gone straight home. Once you started your trek back to the hometree, you had encountered a thanator, once it had noticed your presence, it came charging at you. You were only able to climb up a large tree and maneuver through the branches to get home. Either way, it was a close call, and Jake was not happy with it.
It may seem rash, to get angry at something so small compared to what your siblings have gotten themselves into, but you just never got in trouble, this was big for Jake.
As you both stood there in silence, Neteyam walks in, peering carefully at his dad. Neteyam knows that you find comfort in his presence, that as long as your big brother is there, everything will be okay, and your big brother will deliver. He moves over to stand a few feet away from you, far enough that your father won’t have any complaints.
“No leaving hometree for a month,” Jake grunts, shaking his head once again.
You gasped, “But, dad —”
“No.”
“Dad I —”
“No.” Jake said with finality.
“Father, I’m sorry, it is my fault, I was supposed to be watching Y/N and I decided to let her wander the forest on her own,” Neteyam interjected, raising his hands as he stepped between you and your father. Jake turns his attention to his eldest, tilting his head.
“‘Teyam, you don’t need to take the fall for every single thing your siblings do.” Jake huffed, his gaze softening. You were tucked behind your older brother, sniffling.
“No father, I insist, it is truly my fault.” Neteyam spoke, his tone more persistent. He stands taller, raising himself a bit. As you tuck yourself behind him, he reaches out a hand, gently placing it on your arm. Your sniffles quiet down at the touch.
Jake sighs. He shifts on his feet and looks away momentarily. When his gaze returns to his children, he no longer looks at them as people, but as his children.
“Okay,” he grumbles, “C’mere kids.” Jake walks forward and wraps the both of you in his arms, nuzzling onto the top of Neteyam’s head.
“I’m sorry, I just want you all to be safe, I’m afraid of losing any of you.” Jake says, muffled. You and Neteyam nod, hugging your father back.
“I love you guys, you know that right?” You and Neteyam nod once again, “Okay, get outta here.” Jake says softly.
You and Neteyam walk a few feet away before he breaks the silence.
“Are you okay baby sister?” He turns his head to you, “No more crying okay?” You hum.
“I’ll always be here to protect you, okay?” This time, Neteyam stops in his tracks, cupping your face in his hands.
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