#sully reader

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Lo'ak Sully x sister!reader (ft. Jake, Neytiri) Warnings: none. fluff. Summary: A quiet afternoon where Neytiri decides to spoil her daughter with the most intricate braids, much to the playful dismay of Neteyam and Lo’ak.

✨based on this request✨

A rare moment of peace has settled, mostly because Neytiri has claimed you for the afternoon instead of letting you hunt dinner and patrol with your brothers.

Neytiri sits on the mat, her long legs tucked beneath her, while you sit between them. Her hands move through your hair with precision. She's weaving in small beads and feathers she’s been saving specifically for you.

"Mother, that’s the sixth big feather," you whisper, feeling the slight weight of the adornments.

Pairing: AgedUp!Aonung x Sully!Reader

Summary: What starts as a secret quickly turns into the least subtle situation in the history of the Metkayina clan.

Aonung panics, Lo’ak enjoys every second of it, and Jake Sully is about to become a grandfather whether he likes it or not.

The secret was getting harder and harder to hide.

Not just because your loincloth was starting to feel tighter around your stomach, but because of the energy. That strange tension in the air when two people think they’re being subtle… but really, everyone can tell.

And Aonung?

Aonung was making it worse.

The future Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina, who was usually confident and a little too sure of himself, had completely fallen apart. Every time Jake Sully got even a little close, Aonung would stand up straight so fast it looked painful.

“Why are you staring at the reef like that?” Tonowari asked him during a meeting, clearly confused.

“Me? Nothing, Father,” Aonung said quickly. “I was just looking at the… structure of the walkways. Very strong. Very good for… families.”

From a distance, you covered your face with your hands.

So subtle.

The disaster arrived, as disasters often do, during a celebration.

The return of the Tulkun had the entire clan gathered, fires flickering against the night, laughter echoing over the water. You sat beside your mother, trying very hard to focus on Lo’ak’s wildly exaggerated hunting story.

Unfortunately, your stomach had declared war.

The smell of grilled fish was no longer appealing. It was a threat.

Next to you, Neytiri’s ears flicked once.

A small movement, but not unnoticeable.

Her gaze shifted, briefly, toward your untouched food, then to your posture, then to your stomach.

Slow. Observant.

Knowing.

She said nothing.

Which, somehow, was worse.

Aonung, who was supposed to remain with the warriors, kept drifting toward you in slow, suspicious increments, like a predator that had abruptly forgotten how legs functioned.

From across the circle, Neteyam noticed first.

His eyes narrowed slightly, watching Aonung orbit you like a lost fish.

“…why is he doing that?” he muttered.

Lo’ak didn’t even look. “Because he’s a skxawng.”

Spider, sitting slightly behind them, leaned forward.

“I think I understand what’s happening,” he whispered.

Kiri glanced at him.

“No, you don’t.”

“I definitely do,” Spider insisted, then immediately looked away like he absolutely did not want to be part of whatever emotional storm was forming.

“Eat this,” Aonung whispered, sliding a portion of nutrient-rich liver into your bowl. “It’s good for your… general health. Very general. Extremely internal.”

Kiri, sitting nearby, went completely still.

Her head tilted slightly.

Then slowly, very slowly, she turned to look at you.

“Oh,” she breathed under her breath.

“Oh, that explains… everything.”

Spider blinked.

“Wait. What do you see. I don’t like that you all understand things at the same time.”

“Aonung,” you muttered under your breath, not even looking at him, “go away. My father is right there.”

“He cannot see us,” Aonung insisted, lowering his voice as if that made him invisible. “I am blending into the shadows.”

He was not.

Ronal, seated not far from Neytiri, had already noticed.

Her sharp gaze moved from you, to Aonung, to the careful way he hovered, the way he watched you.

Then to your stomach.

Her expression did not change much, but there was a flicker of recognition.

Understanding.

And then, very faintly, approval.

The shadows had just gained a very large, very intimidating outline.

Jake Sully stood directly behind him.

Silently.

Watching.

For a full minute, he said nothing.

He simply observed.

His daughter, attempting to hide a very obvious bump behind a leaf that had absolutely no business being that small.

And the chief’s son, hovering like a nervous reef fish, looking at her with a mix of devotion and pure survival panic.

Neteyam straightened slightly.

“…oh no.”

Kiri covered her mouth.

Lo’ak leaned forward, eyes lighting up like this was the best moment of his life.

“So,” Jake finally said, his voice low and steady in a way that felt far more dangerous than shouting, “Aonung.”

Aonung went rigid.

“You seem very interested in my daughter’s diet.”

“Sir!” Aonung snapped upright so fast he nearly fell into the fire. “Yes, sir! Nutrition is vital for members of the clan who are… busy… building organs. It’s a biological marathon.”

Lo’ak lost it.

He choked on his food, coughing and laughing at the same time.

“Oh, he’s dead. He’s actually dead.”

“Lo’ak,” Neteyam hissed, grabbing his arm.

Jake’s gaze shifted slowly downward.

Then back up.

“Building… what?”

There was a pause.

A long, terrible pause.

Kiri closed her eyes.

Neytiri exhaled slowly through her nose, like she had been waiting for this exact moment.

Ronal watched in complete silence, arms crossed, calm and unmoving as stone.

“A baby!” Aonung blurted, the words escaping like they had been physically forced out of him. “It is a baby, sir! A very respectful baby! I am certain it already has the Sully ears!”

Neteyam dropped his head into his hand.

Lo’ak made a strangled noise that was half laughter, half disbelief.

Kiri whispered, “He really said that out loud…”

You covered your face instantly.

Around you, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Jake did not yell.

Which was worse.

Neytiri’s head turned slowly toward you.

Not angry.

Not surprised.

Just intensely focused.

Then, very slightly, she smiled.

Proud. Sharp. Dangerous.

Ronal’s gaze flicked toward Neytiri, catching that expression, and returned it with the smallest nod.

A silent agreement between mothers.

Jake reached calmly for his bow, checking the string with terrifying precision, before looking back at Aonung with quiet, lethal focus.

“Aonung,” he said softly, “you have three seconds to start swimming.”

Aonung did not argue.

“Run, you idiot!” you shouted, half laughing, half horrified.

He was already moving, but just before diving, he turned for half a second, voice breaking with urgency:

“We were blessed by Eywa!”

And then he vanished into the water.

There was a beat of silence.

Jake stared at the spot where he disappeared.

Slow blink.

Behind him, Lo’ak folded in half laughing. Spider made a choking noise, half shock, half pure disbelief.

“Oh, that’s not going to help him,” Spider muttered.

Tuk tugged on Kiri’s arm, eyes wide.

“…what does that mean?” she whispered.

Kiri opened her mouth.

Closed it.

“…I’ll explain later.”

Tuk nodded very seriously, then looked back toward the water.

“…is Aonung in trouble?”

“Yes,” Lo’ak wheezed between laughs. “A lot of trouble.”

Jake exhaled once, long and controlled, then shook his head slightly.

“Eywa,” he repeated flatly.

A pause.

Then, under his breath but loud enough for everyone nearby to hear:

“Yeah. Eywa, my ass.”

At the same moment, Lo’ak jumped up, pointing toward the water.

“GO FASTER!”

“Sit down!” Neteyam pulled him back.

Jake, ignoring Neytiri’s very entertained attempt to hold him back, called for his skimwing.

Kiri leaned closer to you.

“…are you okay?” she whispered, eyes wide but gentle.

Before you could answer, Neytiri placed a hand softly on your arm.

Grounding. Steady.

“I see you,” she said quietly.

Simple.

Certain.

Ronal rose to her feet and looked once more toward the water where Aonung had disappeared.

Then back at you.

“He runs,” she said calmly. “Good. He should.”

A pause.

“But he will return.”

The night that was meant for celebration turned into something else entirely.

Across the water, Jake’s voice carried:

“You cannot hide for nine months, Aonung! We are discussing your long-term survival plan!”

Behind you, Lo’ak was still laughing.

Neteyam was still processing.

Kiri had not let go of your hand.

Neytiri stood beside you, silent and watchful, already thinking ahead.

And Ronal simply looked out at the ocean.

Waiting.

A few days later, the two families met.

It was supposed to be a calm discussion.

It wasn’t.

Jake and Tonowari sat facing each other. Tonowari looked tired. Jake looked like he was trying very hard not to lose control.

Aonung stood between them.

Wet.

Again.

“So,” Tonowari began, rubbing his temples, “my son has secretly mated with your daughter.”

“Yes,” Jake replied flatly.

“In a cave.”

“Yes.”

“And now there is a child.”

Jake’s grip tightened slightly around the knife he was sharpening.

“Our grandchild,” he corrected. “A Sully grandchild. Which means this situation is now my problem.”

Aonung swallowed.

“I am taking responsibility,” he said quickly. “I am preparing a bigger place for her. And for the baby. And I will take care of them.”

Jake looked at him carefully.

Then at Tonowari.

“Can I hit him?” Jake asked.

Tonowari sighed.

“Not today.”

Aonung looked at you for help.

You just smiled, one hand resting on your stomach.

Jakes younger sister, who was sent to Graces school to learn alongside the other clan children, had been the youngest of the avatar drivers However, after the horrific attack, the girl ran away scared of what the RDA was capable of. since she was still considered a child, the clan took her in. To Jake's horror, he was told that his sister had passed away but he eventually learned that she was alive and living a life within the clan as Tsu'tey's mate ? Please 🙏

An: sorry for missing 3 updates was busy working on this one just wasn’t happy with it

Tsu'tey x Reader (Jake’s Sister)

The Child of Two Worlds

You arrived on Pandora like a ghost, too quiet for your age, too burdened for someone barely thirteen.

The brass back at the RDA had only allowed it because they preyed on the weak. You had lost your parents. Your brothers, both almost 18, had options. Jake was heading into the military, and Tommy had been offered a full ride to university paid by the RDA as long as he worked for them. But you were looking at foster care, and there was no way your brothers were going to let you be placed in the system where it wasn't uncommon for teens to “runaway.” so they offered tommy a deal let them use you as sorts of test dummy to see how a younger body would do as an avatar driver and they’d bring you to pandora ahead and you could stay with him there. And you? You were sent ahead. Alone.

Grace Augustine was never sentimental. You had expected a team. A guide. Maybe someone to hold your hand on this new alien moon. But there was no comfort. No mission briefing.

Just a borrowed body and a voice in your ear saying, “Don’t screw this up.”

Your avatar's body was smaller than most. Younger, even in Na’vi form. Shorter than Neytiri, slimmer than the others your age in training. Your limbs moved like a fawn’s first steps. The tail? A nightmare. You tripped over it for days.

But you tried.

Grace’s goal was simple. “We’ll start with school integration. A soft presence. A child among children.”

In theory, it made sense. In practice, it meant you spent hours mimicking the language of curious Na’vi children while older hunters stared at you with suspicion. A dreamwalker with baby skin, fumbling limbs and soft-spoken apologies.

Neytiri found you first, deep in the jungle, chasing an atokirina like it held the answers to your place in the world.

It floated just out of reach, and you stumbled after it, wide-eyed.

She emerged from the shadows like a spirit.

“What you doing here, dreamwalker?”

You froze, hands halfway to the glowing seed. “II was following it.”

Her golden eyes scanned you, curious but wary.

“This forest is not your toy.”

“I know,” you whispered. “But… Pandora is beautiful.”

Something shifted in her face thensomething fragile and flickering. A thread pulled taut, waiting to break.

And then she laughedjust once.

“You are strange.”

From that day on, Neytiri stayed close. She taught you how to walk with your toes first, how to listen with your whole body. You were a student of the forest, but also a student of her.

And through Neytiri, you met Sylwanin and Tsu'tey .

Bright as flame, Sylwanin was wild and full of laughter. She pulled you into the clan like a whirlwindteaching you to ride pa’li, to climb the Hometree like it was your birthright.

then there was Tsu'tey.

You had admired him from afar-strong, serious, noble.

He was promised to Sylwanin, and you respected that. Still, he'd sometimes join you in hunts or offer dry commentary when you fumbled in training. A small, hesitant friendship formed.

In just under a year, you were fluent in the language, adept with a bow, and well on your way to being accepted by the People.

But peace is

Months passed. You grew taller. More confident. Your accent softened. You began to blendnot vanish, but belong.

The children called you sister.

Neytiri painted your face for the first time in red clay and said, “You are learning.”

You began dreaming in Na’vi.

You began to forget the shape of your real hands.

And thenwithout warning everything burned.

peace is fragile. And fate is cruel.

Sylwanin and a few others, in an act of desperation, attacked an RDA bulldozer.

The humans retaliated mercilessly-guns, fire, screaming. You barely escaped with the younger children, dragging Sylwanin's broken body behind you, sobbing and praying for a miracle that would never come.

You dragged her behind you, sobbing. The children wailed.

By the time you returned to Hometree, your arms were slick with blood.

Mo’at’s cries shattered the air like glass. Neytiri collapsed, her scream muffled in Tsu'tey’s shoulder. Eytukan roared.

And you… you dropped to your knees.

“Kill me,” you begged. “I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know.” A life for a life.

Tsu'tey looked at you then, eyes dark with grief.

“You walk with the sky people. You wear their face.”

But Neytiri stepped in front of you. So did the children.

“She saved us,” said one. “She ran.”

Mo’at’s voice cut through the silence.

“You are child,” she said at last. “You did not carry the gun.but You carry the guilt.”

You stayed.

Not as a guest.

Not yet as family.

But as a soul seeking redemption.

The days after Sylwanin’s death passed in silence and smoke.

You were allowed to stay, but no one truly looked at you.

Except the children. They brought you berries. They sat close to you at the fire, even when the adults scowled.

It was Neytiri who kept you grounded. She didn’t speak much. But she would find you each morning, nod once, and then disappear into the treesexpecting you to follow. And you always did.

The forest was the only place that didn’t hate you.

One day, as you climbed a tall root bridge near the river, you slipped. The branch cracked under your foot, and you would’ve fallenten, maybe fifteen feetif someone hadn’t caught your wrist.

Tsu'tey.

He said nothing as he steadied you.

You tried to meet his eyes, but he was already walking away.

“I don’t belong here,” you muttered under your breath.

He stopped.

“You think you are the only one who has lost?” His voice was cold. “You think you are the only one who bleeds inside?”

You said nothing. Because you didn’t know how to carry his painor your own.

He walked away again. Slower, this time.

But he didn’t leave you behind.

Something changed after that.

He began to speak to you more oftenbrief words, clipped sentences, nothing flowery. But it was more than silence. And that, to you, was enough.

Sometimes, on hunts, he would motion for you to lead. Sometimes, during training, he would press your hand into the correct grip, hold it too long, then release it as if burned.

And when you laughedreally laughedduring a failed attempt to catch a leaping yerik, he didn’t scold you.

He smiled.

Just once.

But it was the first time he had smiled since Sylwanin.

You tried not to hope.

He had loved someone else. Someone irreplaceable.

You had come from the stars. You were a stranger wearing a second skin. A symbol of everything that had burned her down.

Still, some nights, he would sit beside you near the fire. And you would talk of nothingbirds, bugs, bad tracking daysand it would feel like breathing again.

The day you made your bow, Neytiri beamed. Even Tsu'tey-still hollowed by loss-gave a quiet nod.

"You have done well," he said.

"I don't feel like I have," you whispered.

He looked at you for a long moment.

"It keeps me up at night too. But you are not to blame.

Your connection deepened slowly. You laughed again. You healed. And he began to smile, only for you.One evening, as Neytiri painted you before your ceremony to be fully welcomed among the People, Tsu'tey's fingers lingered on your lips. He stared too long.

You stared back. No words passed, but something changed.

"You are Omaticaya now," he said.

You nearly cried.

You didn't return to your human body that night. Not the next, either. With Tsu'tey and Mo'at's help-and Eywa's blessing-you transferred permanently.

The RDA believed your avatar had died. Grace mourned you quietly, bitterly.

Tommy nor Jake was never told the truth.

You and Tsu'tey mated beneath the Tree of Souls. Months later, you bore a son. You named him Akari.

He had his father’s solemn eyes. Your quietness. He barely cried. His tiny fingers curled tightly around your thumb as if he had known you before this life.

You held him against your chest and whispered promises into his hair.

“I’ll never let you burn,” you said.

And for a time, there was peace.

Until a sky-born child stumbled into the forest.

Until Jake Sullyyour brotherfell from the stars.

You saw him from afar on a hunt with Neytiri. He was awkward, confused. A baby in a borrowed body. Your heart seized. You hadn't seen an Avatar in two years.

When the viperwolves descended on him, you and Neytiri saved him swiftly. He stared up at you, awed. "Don't thank," Neytiri snapped. "This is not a gift. It is sad."

And then he turned to you. Recognition hit like lightning.

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"Y/N? No.. that can't be. You're dead."

"Jake?" you whispered. "They said you were coming. But... how are you here?"

His voice cracked.

"Grace said you-your mask-she saw you die!"

You couldn't speak. Couldn't explain. Neytiri pulled you away, muttering about omens. But as the atokirina floated down toward Jake and he swatted at it,you shouted.

"Kehe! Don't!"

"Atokirina!" Neytiri hissed, grabbing his arm. "it is a sign!"

You and Neytiri locked eyes.

"Lolu aungia," she whispered. This is a sign.

You didn’t speak to Jake again that day.

Later, under the roots of Hometree, you sat with Tsu'tey. Akari slept between you, curled like a leaf.

“He’s not what I expected,” Tsu'tey said quietly. “Your brother. He moves like a baby.”

“He is a baby in this world,” you said. “Like I was.”

Tsu'tey nodded, then looked away.

“I do not like him.”

You sighed, brushing your son’s forehead.

“Jake was a marine,” you told Tsu'tey. “He came here armed. I don’t know why. And I’m afraid of what it means.”

Tsu'tey’s hand moved to your bellyyour second child, not yet born, stirred beneath the surface.

“You are my mate,” he said. “My heart beats for this family. I will protect it.”

“I know.”

“I will protect you.”

And you believed him.

You leaned your head against his shoulder.

In time, Jake learned the truth.

Grace returned to the clan and wept when she saw you alive. Tsu'tey welcomed her with respect. Your son curled quietly in your arms as Grace asked question after question.

“His name?” she asked, smiling down at the boy.

You looked at Tsu'tey, who stood nearby, tall and silent, watchful.

“Akari te Rongloa Tsu'tey’itan,” you said proudly. “Our little warrior.”

She hugged you then, overwhelmed.

“You’re… really happy, aren’t you?”

“I’m finally where I belong.”

But still, that shadow lingered.

Jake.

Jake stayed.

That was the problem.

At first, it was simple. He needed training. He needed language. Mo’at, perhaps moved by the atokirina, permitted him to stay. And Neytirireluctantlyagreed to teach him.

But it was you he watched. Not Neytiri. Not Grace.

You.

“You left everything,” he said once, as you washed Akari in the shallow stream behind the village. “Your life. Your body. Your family.”

“I didn’t leave,” you said softly. “I found where I belong.”

“You don’t miss it? Earth?”

You looked at your sonhis pale eyes blinking up at you, his tiny mouth shaped like Tsu'tey’sand said nothing.

Because missing something didn’t mean you wanted it back.

Jake meant well. But his questions never stopped.

“Did they force you to stay?”

“No.”

“Did you really… mate with one of them?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re happy?”

You clenched your jaw.

“Jake. Stop.”

He paused, staring at the glow-worms that lit the bark around you.

“I just don’t get it.”

You shook your head.

“No. You don’t.

"I'm still scared," you admitted. "Scared you'll take me back. That the RDA will come again. That my children-*

Jake stepped forward and pulled you into a hug, forehead resting against yours like you used to do as kids.

"You don't have to explain."

"But I do," you said. "I abandoned everything. You. Grace. The mission. I should have stayed, should have fought-"

"You were a kid," Jake interrupted. "They sent you here with a fantasy and no plan. You didn't abandon anything. You survived. And somehow... you made this."

He looked at your kid."No one's taking you Not while I breathe "

As the weeks passed, the clan accepted him slowly. Neytiri softened. The warriors trained with him. Tsu'tey watched from a distance, always silent.

You saw the resentment in his shoulders.

The way his grip tightened on his knife when Jake laughed too loudly. Or stood too close to Neytiri.

Once, you caught him staring at your brother as if calculating every weak spot in his armor.

“He’s trying,” you said carefully one night as you sat in the trees, watching the stars flicker above the canopy.

“So was I,” Tsu'tey said. “Before your people burned my life to ash.”

You didn’t respond.

There was nothing to say that would make it better.

One morning, Tsu'tey returned from his solo hunt pale and shaking.

He’d seen a digger. A bulldozer, carving its way toward sacred trees. The same kind of machine that had sparked Sylwanin’s death.

“It was just sitting there,” he said, breathless. “Just… chewing through everything.”

That night, you couldn’t sleep.

You sat beneath the roots of Hometree, your second child turning restlessly inside you. The air tasted like smoke, though no fire yet touched the leaves.

Tsu'tey found you there.

“You feel it too?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“It is coming.”

You didn’t ask what he meant.

You already knew.

When the humans struck again, destroying the tree of voices, it was Tsu'tey who rallied the warriors first.

His voice rose like wind through bone.

You stood beside him, your bow in hand, your belly heavy with your second child.

Mo’at looked at you.

“You still believe in peace?” she asked.

“I believe in protecting what we love.”

“And your brother?”

You didn’t answer.

Jake returned from Hell’s Gate hours later, face dark, voice hollow.

“They’re coming,” he said. “In full force. If you don’t move, they’ll bring down the Hometree.”

The silence that followed was crushing.

Tsu'tey stepped forward, seething.

“You lied.”

“I didn’t know”

“You lied!” Tsu'tey shouted, stepping toward him. “You walked among us. Ate our food. Slept in our forest. And all the while, you fed them everything they needed to kill us!”

Jake bowed his head. “I’m sorry.”

Tsu'tey raised his blade.

You stepped between them.

“Enough.”

Your voice cracked like thunder.

Tsu'tey lowered his blade.

But he didn’t forgive.

Not yet.

When the RDA unleashed their fire on Hometree, you watched it fall.

The sound was unbearablelike a scream torn from the world itself. Trees taller than skyscrapers crashed into the dirt. Flame swallowed bark, and leaves glowed red before vanishing.

You saw Eytukan fall in the chaos.

You saw children pulled from the rubble.

You saw Tsu'tey dive into the smoke. And then… silence.

You ran toward the wreckage, lungs burning.

“Tsu'tey!” you screamed, over and over.

And finally,finally he emerged. Covered in soot. Limping. Blood on his shoulder. But alive.

You collapsed into him, sobbing.

“I thoughtI thought I lost you”

He pulled you close.

“We do not fall,” he said. “We fight.”

The battle was not won that day.

“The Quiet One”

Tsu’tey x Sully!Female Reader

Warnings: Soft Romance | Slow Burn | Emotional Intimacy

Summary: Where you are Jake Sully’s mute younger sister, a Dreamwalker learning the Na’vi ways under Tsu’tey’s guidance.

Quick Note: Yes, I do know this is not Aaron or any of his characters. But I love Tsu’tey! Always been my avatar crush for when I saw it as a kid.

You did not speak — not with words, anyway.

On Earth, your silence had been seen as a burden. A thing to work around. Something to fix. But on Pandora, the forest didn’t need sound to understand you. The leaves shifted for you. The ikran tilted their heads. Even Eywa, it seemed, listened when your heart was full and your hands fluttered like birds to express what your lips could not.

Jake had called you his shadow once. Always behind him, quiet and gentle, while he stomped ahead and carved his path. But now that you were Dreamwalking in your own Avatar body, breathing Pandora’s air and touching the bioluminescent soil, you felt more alive than you ever had before.

And Tsu’tey was the first to notice.

At first, he hadn’t been thrilled. Being assigned the tsahìk-in-training’s silent younger sibling as a student? He had expected trouble. Or worse, fragility. But what he got was… stillness.

You watched with wide eyes. Moved like wind through tall grass. Mimicked the Na’vi gestures with careful hands and tilted your head in ways that reminded him of the forest cats — quiet, observant, full of untamed patience.

You didn’t need words.

You had presence.

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“I will show her the bow next,” Tsu’tey grunted to Neytiri, his voice low as he glanced at you crouched near the woven baskets. “She learns fast.”

“She listens,” Neytiri replied, plucking fruit. “With all her spirit.”

Tsu’tey found himself watching you longer than necessary — the way your fingers traced the braided fiber, the way you looked up when a banshee passed overhead, smiling so softly it was barely there.

You didn’t speak, but you saw everything.

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The first time you shot an arrow, it sailed clean and true. Tsu’tey blinked.

You gave him a bright, silent smile, fists balled in celebration.

“…You’ve done this before?”

You shook your head and signed quickly —

“I watched”

He blinked again.

“…Watched who?”

You pointed at him.

Tsu’tey’s ears twitched. “Hrm.”

After that, his lessons came slower. Not because he thought you couldn’t keep up — but because he liked having you near longer.

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He taught you the call of the yerik. How to weave a sling. How to understand the rhythm of the forest beneath your feet. You showed him how to speak your language with gestures, and he — the mighty, gruff warrior — took to it with more dedication than anyone expected.

You touched his shoulder once when he’d gotten a word wrong. Corrected it gently with your hands.

He stared at your fingers like they were sacred.

And when you smiled at him — shy, gentle, eyes crinkled — he felt it like an arrow to the chest.

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One evening, Jake found the two of you perched high in the trees, sharing silence like an old song.

“Should I be worried?” Jake teased, raising a brow.

You stuck your tongue out at him playfully. Tsu’tey, surprisingly, chuckled.

“She is far too good for you,” your brother joked. “Even I know that.”

Tsu’tey looked over at you — the way your Avatar skin glowed faintly in the dusk, how your eyes met his without fear or shyness now. And he said softly, “I already know.”

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The night you bonded with your ikran, it was Tsu’y who waited for you at the edge of the cliff.

You were trembling — not from fear, but from the weight of it. Of finally belonging. Of becoming one of the People in full.

You couldn’t put it into words. But you didn’t need to.

You looked at him. He looked at you.

He opened his arms.

You ran into them.

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Later, when the moons hung low and the trees glowed blue, Tsu’tey traced the side of your face with one reverent hand.

“You say more with your silence than others say with speech,” he murmured. “I see you.”

You pressed his hand closer to your cheek. Then signed slowly —

“I see you, too”

And in the hush of Pandora’s night, you didn’t need sound to fall in love.

Twenty-one years after the second Great Sorrow, the Sky People descend upon Pandora. And this time, with a family seven strong, Jake Sully has far more to lose.

This story begins very shortly following the end of Avatar 1. Inspired by the work of just-another-idk. Go check out their series, “The Eldest!” 

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Main Story Cumulative Word Count: 77,886

Content Warnings: descriptions of violence (against animals and children), death, child loss, mild profanity. Specific content warnings will be placed at the beginning of particularly intense chapters.

This story is updated weekly except for after the completion of an arc! If there are non-arc gaps between chapters, you will be made aware.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Waytelem

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Mangkwan

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

One-Shot Cumulative Word Count: 4,564

These are either requests from readers like you or one-shots/headcannons/drabbles that I decided to write myself!

... Santa? (Human AU)

Freefall - request

Fading Faces - request

Mother Mine - request

one shot

aonung x fem!shy!sully!reader

summary: (atwow timeline) aonung seems to take fun in bullying you and your family for reasons unknown. he soon discovers maybe this forest girl is just like him.

tags: sfw , hurt / comfort , daddy issues (??)

a/n: this got flagged so many times if it flags again ima cry (original response to @minnyer)

theme: espuma y arrecife

When you and your family first arrived on the beautiful shore of the Metkayina village, it was clear very fast that the chief's son, Aonung, did not want your family here.

Despite his simmering dislike, he followed through with his father's demand to teach your siblings the way of the water. His harsh corrections were not born of tough love, but balls of fire he hurled at you and your siblings for making the smallest mistakes.

"You are too slow!" He mocked. "Akula will eat you for dinner."

Lo'ak groaned, pushing his ilu to swim faster, but lost his grip on the slippery reins.

Aonung let out a deep hearty laugh, checking to see if his other friends were watching.

You just rolled your eyes, and Kiri matched your same frustration.

When it came to those quiet sessions on the rocky outcrop of the sea, it felt more humiliating.

You inhaled deeply, trying to mimic Tsireya's wise words on how to manage your air supply. She says the pressure of the ocean makes it harder to store that extra air that so vital to diving under for long periods of time.

Aonung examined your breathing for a long moment, probably trying to find a fault. You tried to ignore his intense gaze, focusing on Tsireya's rambling.

"No," he spoke, reaching a hand to your shoulder and the other to your lower stomach, "from down here." He pressed his hand firmly to your rising stomach.

A deep flush crept up your neck to your cheeks as you tried to stare ahead at the ocean horizon. He noticed your staggered breathing while his eyes searched for your distracted ones.

Your siblings, Rotxo, and Tsireya watched with curiosity watching the amusing interaction. His mouth parted ever so slightly, and he pulled back like he just touched a burning surface.

His burned up ever so slightly and he avoided his gaze from anyone. "Again." He finally said, breaking the awkward silence.

When you weren't forced to participate in the tedious repetitive rituals Aonung or Tsireya had you doing, you took it up on yourself to bond with the ocean in your own unique way.

Today you chose to wander the island shoreline by yourself, despite your father's protests of you letting one of your brothers accompany. You insisted you were okay on your own. If Neteyam and Lo'ak could go out on their own, who's to dictate whether you could?

You stopped short on this small neighboring islet next to the main one, and sat down in the shallow water. The reflection of the sun on the crystal clear water mesmerized you. You let your fingers trail through the warm ripples, capturing the periodic small waves. Your tail flicked with curiosity behind you under the water, stirring up sand.

You were so lost in your thoughts, you hadn't even heard the sloshing sound of footsteps approaching you.

Aonung tapped his friends with the back of his forearm, snickering and pointing at you. "Look at her. What's she doing?"

You turned around to face the oncoming group, flicking your ears forward to focus now. Your long braided hair moved behind your shoulder as you got up to stand.

"What? Did you say something?" You said, balancing yourself after sitting for too long.

"Are you some kind of... freak?" Aonung said. His friends snickered behind him.

"He asked if you are a freak?" One of his other friends echoed, Koro.

You didn't say anything to feed his stupid antics. Just started to walk away before speaking, "No."

Aonung caught up to you, walking just behind you on the other side you were walking.

"Are you sure? I mean, you're not even real na'vi. Look at these hands." He reached out to grab your hand.

But you were quicker, and yanked yours back before he could grasp them.

"I mean, look at them!" He reached out again to grab your hand, successful this time and not letting go.

You struggled in his grasp a little. Your frustration evident as you bore your stare into his face, hoping he would explode or some divine intervention.

"Hey!"

You and the entirety of the group turned to face the shout. It was your younger brother, Lo'ak.

"Back off fishlips." Lo'ak strode up to Aonung and pushed him away from you.

"Oh, another four-fingered freak!" Aonung said, earning support from his other friends, in turn mocking Lo'ak. They poked and prodded him, spewing insults and tugging on his tail.

"Look at his little baby tail!"

You stood firm, yet unsure what to say. Your tail swished angrily behind you, and your ears said that you wanted to attack. But you stayed silent, pitifully so. You should be defending him, you thought.

"It is so cute-"

Neteyam shoved Aonung backwards to face him. "Leave them alone." Was all he said, with a firm finger pressed to his chest.

"Ah, big brother come-" said one of Aonung's friends, but was stop short when Aonung held out an arm to stop him.

"Back off. Now." Neteyam continued, real bite in his voice.

Aonung had a smug look on his face, but held up his arms in retreat.

"Smart choice." Neteyam continued again. "And from now on, I need you to respect my sister."

Aonung's friend hissed at Neteyam, and again, he held him back.

You stuck out your tongue a little to tease the group.

"Let's go." Neteyam said finally, turning on his heels walking behind you and Lo'ak.

"Bye-byeee!" One of Aonung's friends called out in a single song voice.

Aonung's voice this time, "Look at them, they're all freaks. The whole family."

You muttered a curse under your breath and clenched a fist at your side. And that's when Lo'ak stopped and turned around. You immediately caught sight of this and reached out to grab his arm firmly. Neteyam spoke for you, "Lo'ak."

"I got this bro." Lo'ak said, loosely freeing himself from your hand.

You watched as he approached the group once more, nervously glancing at Neteyam.

"I know this hand is funny, look, i'm a freak, alien." Lo'ak spoke, wiggling his extra finger. Aonung and his friends snickered at his words. "But it can do something really cool, watch." Lo'ak continued.

"First I ball it up real tight like this. Okay?" Aonung was watching his first with much amusement. "Then-"

Bam! Bam! BAM!

Three hits straight to Aonung's stupid smirk. And down went Aonung, crashing into the water.

"It's called a punch bitch! Don't ever touch my sister again."

Aonung and his friends reacted quickly: Aonung in particular bouncing back to lunge at Lo'ak and tackle the both of them to the ground.

The following sounds of water sloshing and grunts and skin meeting skin filled the scene. You turned to Neteyam open mouthed in shock. Neteyam only scratched his head with a smile and joined in the chaos, swinging left and right with ease.

You panicked a little, your tail swinging with unease behind you as you watched the madness unfold. The bloody mess Aonung's face was becoming, and the harsh bruise Lo'ak had forming on his cheekbone, was enough to twist your stomach.

"Stop it!" You shouted, but it was either too quiet, or they simply chose to ignore you. Most likely the second option.

Unsurprisingly, Aonungs side was losing.

"Ow he's got my ear!!" One of Aonung's friend screeched, holding Lo'ak's hand that had an iron grip on it.

You giggled, holding a hand up to your mouth to hide the amusement.

Your father, Jake, scolded Lo'ak and Neteyam pretty good, and made them make amends with the chief's son. And he sooner had a talk with you.

You heard your dad call your name from inside the marui. You responded and swiftly ducked inside.

It was a cold evening, a light drizzle fell over the drizzle which meant most were inside already for the night, but the rest of your siblings wanted to continue their diving with Tsireya, but you insisted you stay behind after today's incident.

You knelt down to sit on your legs, just infront of the cooking fire, your mother Neytiri, was crouched low by the cooking fire as well, throwing in spices and other various herbs into the bowl that was raised above the fire.

"Yes?" You spoke, turning to look at your dad.

Jake looked at Neytiri to share a moment of understanding, then began. "So, today at the water..."

Your mood soured just a little, and you avoided your father's gaze. "What about it?" You spoke just above a whisper. You had started plucking dry leaves for the food to keep yourself busy and distracted.

"I heard what happened. And well, saw it too, I mean your brothers..." He trailed off as he felt he was losing you in the sit down talk.

"Things got ugly." He started up again. Your fingers halted over the leaves, and you drew in a sharp breath. You nodded slowly.

"Look at me." Jake spoke with a bit sternness than you had expected.

You slowly turned to face him. "I'm proud of your brothers having your back. Family sticks together. But yet you..." He paused again, sneaking a glance at Neytiri. "You stood there. Quiet, too quiet. You didn't push back?"

Your tail curled inwards, hoping you could shrink into a grain of sand. "I... I didn't know what to do. I just froze."

Jake leaned in closer. "Freezing happens." His voice softened, but there was that edge he used when he meant business. "But freezing doesn't mean you forget duty. You're older. You're an example."

Your ears flattened a little, and you forced the tears that brimmed in your eyes to try up. Thankfully, he couldn't see your face.

"I understand." You whispered breathlessly with a slight quiver in your voice. You stood up quickly then, without word and rushed outside the marui. Neytiri tried to grab you, but you pulled out from her grasp.

Jake eased a little, and stood up after you darted out, Neytiri following suit. "Was that too hard?" Jake squinted, biting his lip.

"Yes." Neytiri whispered, barely turning to face her husband.

You scampered to the shoreline you were at earlier. The sun had fully set now, but the sky still remained a lighter blue, not yet its deep dark blue that usually set later on.

You crouched in the sand, and hugged your knees to your chest. Tears spilled loosely from your eyes as you tried to ease the hurt. This was stupid. Here you are crying like a baby after the slightest inconvenience.

You let out a hiss of frustration for letting anyone make you feel this way.

The steady waves of the ocean rolled in to touch the tips of your toes. You wiped your cheeks roughly with the back of your hand letting our harsh puffs of air.

You hated how small you felt right now. Smaller than when Aonung grabbed your hand and teased you. Smaller than when Lo'ak threw the first punch. Smaller than when your father looked at you like you let the entire family legacy die.

However, the ocean didn't care about any of it. it just kept moving, just like it was made to do. Your tears slowed, didn't stop, but felt easier.

Aonung scoffed to himself. Stupid, he thought.

His mother, Ronal, forced him to make up for his childish actions through gift giving. She sent him to a cove where she told of beautiful flowers that bloomed in various different colors.

He mumbled incoherent nonsense under his breath as he dragged his feet through the cove. Here the tide was low enough to walk free of getting your feet wet.

He wasn't paying much attention to any of the flowers, until one in particular snagged his attention. It was a deep yellow, that had a blood red center.

He crouched down slowly, ears flicking forward as he steadied his focus. One would walk past this one, as it was surrounded by much more appealing colors. And any reef woman would turn their eyes to this "eye-sore," and rather something more traditional. But there was something so familiar about this color. He stared hard, and his tail stilled for a moment. The deep amber of your pitiful eyes crossed his mind, and this flower was the exact replica of those eyes.

He shook his head hard at the thought. Stupid flower. Stupid errand. Stupid everything. Nonetheless, he still picked that stupid flower.

You were still at the shoreline, but your tears were still easing themselves out. You were so loud with your sniffling, you didn't even notice the footsteps of someone approaching and stopping just behind you.

"Are you... Are you crying?"

Your ears perked up quickly and you turned your head so fast you almost cracked it. It was Aonung.

Quickly, you wiped your face free of the wetness from your eyes, cheeks, and nose. "N-No." You quivered, turning back to face the shoreline.

Aonung smirked, and was going to tease you for something as pathetic as crying, but stopped himself. The sad look you had on your face, and your glassy eyes made his heart pinch a little. Sure. He could tell himself he could care less, but something about seeing you like this, vulnerable, small. It made the venom die on his tongue.

He shifted his weight and stood silently for a moment. For once, he didn't know what to say, and the awkward silence started to eat at the both of you.

"Thought Sully's were too tough to cry." His voice came out a little tougher than he intended, which made it a little awkward.

You didn't answer and instead tugged your knees tighter to your chest, silently hoping he would get bored and leave you alone to your thoughts.

He glanced at you quickly and when he saw no reaction, his voice became firmer. "You gonna keep pretending you're fine, or...?"

You swallowed thickly to hide the lump in your throat, and forced your voice to sound normal. "Why do you care?" You still didn't look up at him.

He snorted. "I don't." He paused for a moment, thinking. "But you're sitting here like a washed up ilu. It's annoying."

You finally turned your head to glare at him with the meanest one you could muster. He was fiddling with a loose thread in his arm band, like he was restless, or worse, nervous.

Neither of you spoke again for a moment. And that awkward silence crept its way back into this miserable interaction.

Cursing himself internally, he finally made a move and sat next to you, too close.

You eyed his movements suspiciously, like he might attack you or something should you let down your guard. He pulled out something from behind his back, and you watched carefully.

He revealed a beautiful delicate flower. A blood red center that faded out into a gorgeous amber-yellow. You tore your gaze from the beauty and flicked your eyes up to meet his.

He held it out, stiff like he was forcing himself to do this. You just stared. "Take it." He said.

You eyed the flower again. It really was the exact shade of your eyes when the sun hit them just right.

Aonung rolled his eyes and let out a small scoff at you not following the most simplest directions. He took the flower by the stem and tucked it gently behind your left ear.

His touch was surprisingly delicate, and warm, one that sent a fuzzy feeling through your body. You were so lost in the moment you didn't even notice the closeness the two of you shared.

Aonung, of course, caught himself and retracted quickly. "That was for earlier. My mom she... she said I had to give it. To make things right or whatever." He rambled out, like his words were going too fast for his brain to comprehend.

You let out a small smile at that, a real one. He caught your gaze.

"Don't make it weird, forest girl." His voice was low, almost like he was shy. "It's just a stupid flower."

You dipped your head, trying to hide your blush. "It's not stupid." Your voice came out small, just above a whisper." You met his eyes again with a smile.

He glanced at you quick, and held the look like like he was scared to look away. The bioluminescent ocean reflected off his teal wide eyes. And for the first time since he met you, Aonung didn't have an insult ready.

He gulped, probably so exaggerated you noticed. He tore his gaze away from you and looked back down at the sand. "So... You going to tell me why you were crying?"

Your smile faltered a little as your gaze also turned back down to the sand. You idly traced your finger tips along the fine grains of sand before speaking up, "I got scolded." You said quietly. "For not speaking up for myself earlier. And not for my brothers. Freezing when you-" You stopped, looking back up at him. "When all that happened."

Aonung stayed silent for once, ears twitching.

He let out a breath through his nose. "He's kind of right."

You shot him a glare, half-shocked. And half-ready to tell him off again.

He shrugged. "You should've told me to. I probably would have backed off."

You rolled your eyes with a small smirk. "No you wouldn't."

"Maybe." He spoke again.

You held back a giggle with all your might. You turned your head back to the shoreline once more.

"But that's not it." Your voice shifts back to a quiet whisper. "I am often looked to by my brother and sisters to make the good decisions. The one to stand up for them all when things go wrong. And I'm always expected to know better. To be better."

Aonung didn't interrupt, but listened like he meant it.

"I let them down today. I... I let myself down." Your voice was small, just as much as you felt in this moment.

He shifted, his knee raised and an arm draped along it. "You are not a machine forest girl."

You drew in a sharp breath before turning to look at him, tears brimming in your eyes again.

His ears flattened a fraction. "Even the strongest reefs break sometimes. Doesn't make it weak. Just means it's real." He scanned your face before looking away. "I should know." He spoke every so quietly. And without thinking, it was his turn to vent his frustrations.

"There's... There's a lot of pressure on me. The future Olo'eyktan. I'm expected to know how to act. And I admit, I am a skxawng, a lot of the times. I pick on people because I'd rather see the faults in everyone else than the ones I try to hide in my own. My father looks at me like I'm supposed to already know how to act. Tsireya's the kind and gentle one, so I get stuck being the hard one." Aonung trailed off, his gaze locked on the hissing waves ahead.

You were shocked to be honest, that he had the courage to speak to you about this. "Wow, for a while I didn't think you were capable of feeling." You murmured.

He let out a snort. "Yeah well... surprise."

You quipped up a small smile before speaking. "Sorry. If anyone can sympathize with you, it's me. You don't have to feel so alone." You reached out your hand to place it on Aonung's bicep. "If you want, you can always confide in me. I'll try to give the best advice I can."

Aonung froze under your warm touch. He looked at your hand like he didn't know if he should do something. His eyes then flicked up to yours.

"You'd actually let me?" His voice came out softer than usual, almost a plea.

"Of course." You whispered, a genuine smile painted your pretty face.

Aonung didn't want to admit it, but you were exceptionally beautiful. Prettier than any reef girl here.

He swallowed and followed your eyes, like he was waiting for the catch. "You're weird, forest girl." He breathed out, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Says the one who gave me the prettiest flower that just so happens to match the exact color of my eyes." You blinked innocently.

He groaned, dropping his face into his hand and pinning his ears back in embarrassment. "Shut up."

You giggled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Don't tell anyone." He looked up at you with a smile, a finger pointed in your direction.

"I pinky promise." You grinned, looping your extra finger around his index.

He stared at you with such burning curiosity behind those ocean blues. He breathed out a half sigh and laugh through his nose, "You're ridiculous."

You only hummed, and locked your gaze with his.

There was a moment of thick silence.

You leaned in, quickly this time. You pressed a small peck on his cheekbone. Your lips capturing the heat of his teal skin. "Thank you for the talk. And the flower."

Aonung felt a chill go down his spine. He smiled shyly, and avoided your gaze. He swallowed thickly and spoke, "Someone's gonna come looking for you if you stay out here too long."

"Let them. I have no plans to return at the moment." You replied, letting your head lay flat on your arms.

He spoke up again. "Tomorrow, you still gotta train with us. Don't think you're getting out of breathing lessons."

You let out a "ha." "Wouldn't dream of it."

He didn't say anything but just stared. At you. Like you might disappear should he take his eyes off you.

prompt: how will the sully family react when they find out that the eldest is pregnant with her mate, tarsem?

pairings: Tarsem x fem!omatikaya!reader, Tarsem x eldest sully daughter!reader

wc: 3.0k

warnings: fluff, touchy feely tarsem, jake being a girl dad, sorta protective dad!jake, kinda suggestive, pregnant reader, family feels.

notes: this has been in the drafts for a while, i love tarsem he needs more fanfics okay bai

You are awakened by something you’ve never felt in your life. An unwanted, thick quest that arrives before you even open your eyes.

In the first blurred moment of waking, before the village has even shaped itself for the morning, there is a hollow weight in your chest.