#awotw

Y' ever wonder why Jake got thicc after him and Neytiri had the kids, and Neytiri stayed slim?

...mpreg. it's gotta be mpreg-

POV: Quaritch and Lyle post movie

What if you wrote metkayina child!reader that’s best friends with Tuk

Here you go, love, I changed it a bit if that's okay? I just got into a flow lol

Tuk stood with her hands on her hips, staring at her three other friends. The four seven year olds were standing around a bunch of rocks near the waters edge in Awa'atlu. You and two of the other kids were Metkayina. You were kids Tuk had become close friends with.

Tuk turned to Oi'el, a boy with long, curly black hair that he refused to let his mum braid. "Okay, Oi'el, you'll be the Sempul, and I'll be the Sa'nok. Pmli will be -" Tuk didn't even get to finish her sentence before Oi'el cut in.

"What? But I want (Name) to be the Sa'nok!" The boy whined, stomping his foot against the sand. Tuk shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "No! (Name) is the baby!" Tuk yelled, grabbing your hand. You, on the other hand, did not care. In fact, you were more interested in a pretty shell on the floor.

"Tuk, you're not being fair! You don't make the rules!" Oi'el yelled, reaching down to grab your other hand, pulling your attention from the shell. Pmli just watched, not wanting to get involved, knowing how both Tuk and Oi'el could be.

"(Name) was my friend first!" Oi'el cried, roughly pulling on your arm, which caused you to let out a small noise. Tuk's face scrunched up, a frown on her lips. "So!? That doesn't mean anything!" Tuk hollered back, also roughly pulling on your arm that she had a hold of.

"Ow! Let go!" You suddenly yelled, causing both children to stop and step back, letting you go. "I don't want to play anymore!" You cried out before running back towards the marui's.

A few hours later, you were lying on the floor, your head in your mother's lap as she gently brushed through your hair. "Oh, I'm sure they didn't mean to do anything wrong.. sometimes kids get rough." You pouted, fiddling with a bead in your mother's top.

You dug your toes into the sand as you stand in front of Tuk and Oi'el. The two looked guilty, fiddling with their fingers. Oi'el was the first to speak. "I'm really sorry, (Name). I didn't mean to hurt you, and I'm sorry for yelling at you, Tuk." The boy mumbled, looking down at the floor.

Tuk nodded before speaking. "I'm also sorry, I didn't mean to grab you, (name) and I'm sorry, Oi'el." You nodded. The three of you stood there in silence before you decided to break it. "So.. wanna play tag..?" The two other kids smiled and nodded. "Tag!" You pressed your hand into Oi'el's shoulder before you and Tuk took off, giggling as Oi'el screeched about how that wasn't fair and he wasn't ready as he chased after yous.

Jake couldn't find his eldest daughter. His breathing was heavy as he made his way through the sinking ship. He had just lost neteyam, his son's blood still coating his hands, but you, neteyam's twin, was nowhere to he found when your twin died.

Jake scanned the sinking ship, water rushing all over the floor. He flipped over body after body, blue after blue- then he flipped over a body, smaller than most, bullet wounds littered the body, one in the hip, one in the thigh, one in the arm, and one in the shoulder.

Neteyam stood near the edge of the water, where the sea met the sand. In his hands, he held his youngest sibling, you. You were two years old, a toddler going through her 'terrible twos' as your father said, some sky person saying, but oh my Eywa, were you terrible.

Bitting was your main thing. You had the biggest smacking problem, too. Ever since the Sullies had moved to Awa'atlu, your toddlerness only seemed to get worse.

Your mother could tell it was because of the new environment, and you never did well with change.

Neteyam lowered you down, setting your little feet in the water. The one thing you seemed to like was the water. It reminded you of playing with your sibling in the lakes and rivers back home in the forest.

Your small tail whipped back and forth as you wiggled your toes in the water, crouching down to grab a handful of sand. You made a noise, turning your head to show Neteyam your handful of sand like you just solved world hunger.

"Look, hì'i syulang (little flower)," neteyam said, crouching down next to you as he dipped his hand into the calm water, plucking a pretty, white shell from the sand. Like a crow to a coin, your focus was immediately on the shell. Your favorite sibling had always been Neteyam, Lo'ak deemed himself to cool to hang with a toddler, Tuk had her own friends, and Kiri was always more focused on helping their grandmother. So Neteyam it was.

When Jake and Neytiri's youngest daughter was born, Jake expected her to be even a little bit like him, but no. You were born completely your mother's daughter from your features, to your hands, to your attitude. Especially your personality.

You had the tendency to hiss at people that annoyed you even over the littlest of things, like Lo'ak taking a toy from you, or Neteyam trying to tell you it's time for a nap, you would bare your little fangs and hiss at them- it honestly reminded Jake of when he first met Neytiri. You also had the bad habit of slapping people, having watching your mother slap Jake upside the head countless of times.

"(Name) you need to take a nap." Jake stood in front of his four year old, his large blue hands planted on his waist. You looked up at him with your large, yellow eyes and proceeded to hiss at your father before taking your toy- and plopping yourself down into your mother's lap.

Jake sighed, scratching the back of his neck as he walked over to his mate and youngest. Neytiri didn't seem phased by her youngest, just continued weaving a top she had been making for Kiri. "Come on, up you get." Jake announced, tucking his hands under your armpits and lifting you up - only to get smacked in the face.

I wanted to make another shout out to my ff on Wattpad. It’s an OC X VARANG X QUARITCH X LYLE

I NEED MORE INTERACTIVE READERS! My motivation has been down bc I’m only bringing in ghost readers and I want a lil more comments to see if I’m doing bad or good!