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Bloodhound

Summary: When a baby Illyrian girl is brought under the mountain, Rhys vows to protect her at all costs

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, angst, torture

A/N: I've had this concept on my mind for a while, might make it a series?

Rhysand had been Under the Mountain for thirty-six years. He had not left the confinements of Amaranths's bed for thirty-six years. He had been her whore for thirty-six years.

It felt like an eternity.

He often reminded himself after a particularly miserable night, laying awake in bed, Amarantha's wine-red nails drowsily resting on his naked stomach, that he was suffering, he was imprisoned, he was alone so that his court, Velaris, and his brothers could live in peace.

After Amarantha had butchered all rebellious High Lords, their successors were too terrified to tempt her wrath when she forced them and their entire courts Under the Mountain, where she could torment them as she pleased. Others, the foolish ones, swore allegiance, groveling and serving her to be granted a sliver of freedom.

There was no one Under the Mountain from the Night Court. Not a single soul witnessed the cruel monster their High Lord had become.

It seemed fitting, the cruelty, considering no one dared to laugh in the coarse, dank rocky walls, not when Amarantha sat upon a blood-drenched throne.

Rhysand had not seen a genuine smile in thirty-six years.

Amarantha assembled her prisoners in the throne room for her nightly festivities. Wine and revels. Drunken waltzes and brooding chatter.

Rhysand slithered between the throngs of elegantly dressed bodies, himself clad in black. A choir of haunting strings slashed as music.

The stone doors flew open.

The Attor tugged a pregnant female into the vast chamber, toward the dias, its clawed feet making leisurely scratches on the cave floor. Rhysand stood utterly still amongst the crowd, shock spearing through his throat when he beheld the leathery wings dragging behind the young female.

She was Illyrian.

One of his own...

"What have you brought me now?" Amarantha leered down at the female as she collapsed to her knees, a trembling hand protectively on her swelling belly. Her membranous wings sagged on either side of her.

The Attor crooned. "Soldiers found her in the woods—"

"My baby..." the female choked on a sob, gritting her teeth. She had hair as dark as a willow tree branch. "She's—"

"Rhysand," Amarantha drawled, summoning him forward with a lazy wave of her hand, a movement so subtle, yet, Rhysand knew exactly what she was commanding.

He strolled through the looming crowd, stopping beside the hunched pregnant female. He bowed at the waist.

"You know how I hate whining."

Rhysand forced utter boredom into his violet eyes as he gazed down at the young Illyrian. Her slender fingers splayed against the floor, knuckles pinch-white. "She hardly seems to be making a sound."

Amarantha's features hardened. "Hold her mind," she commanded.

The Illyrian groaned in protest, too feeble to formulate words.

Anything else. Ask me for anything else and I will do it.

Rhysand swiftly entered her mind, mental shields nonexistent, but nearly staggered at the insurmountable pain she harbored.

Suddenly, everyone in the cave could smell it. The fresh, ripened scent of a motherhood womb, the flesh widening for childbirth.

Whispers broke through the crowd like hummingbirds.

Amarantha stiffened in her black throne.

Blood pounded in Rhysand's veins.

The Illyrian female picked up her head, dark hair falling from her face, and her delicate beauty was the moon incarnate. She did nothing but stare at Amarantha with unrelenting fawn brown eyes like no fae had ever dared before.

Rhysand fought the urge to shield the female with his body and prevent her inevitable fate.

Amarantha never spared mothers, let alone children. Her blackened heart recoiled at mercy.

Amarantha straightened, cleared her throat, and dread consumed him. Rhysand prepared himself to do it, prepared himself for the command, prepared himself to kill the female so everyone could witness the extent of his cruelty.

For my court. For Velaris. For Cassian and Azriel—

"Let her have the child."

Rhysand nearly mistook her words, violet eyes slashing toward the dias.

Amarantha held the female's stare, musing over something. "My guests are to watch."

The female gave birth on the cave floor, a servant knelt between her opened legs. Blood gathered in a puddle beneath her body, spreading like a spun cobweb.

And Rhysand had to stand there, stand there and watch.

The sight of the female, gasping and crying, reminded him of the females at the Illyrian Camps, of his mother.

Silently, he entered her mind and eased the overwhelming pain, discreetly enough that Amarantha or the crowd wouldn't notice his act of compassion, so unlike his barbaric reputation.

The female's anguished cries lessened, but still, they reverberated against the cave walls, shook the dust from the ceiling.

Soon, a child wailed.

A child with wings.

The female was slaughtered in front of the crowd and her babe was taken away upon Amarantha's request. Rhysand was able to endure many torturous things, things that carved permanent nightmares into his eyes, but the death of a child...

He would not dare witness it.

The festivities continued as if nothing had happened, as if the female's blood did not still stain the floor.

Rhysand retreated to his chambers, hands shoved in his pockets, allowing his tense features to slacken as he traveled through the candle-lit tunnels.

An Illyrian.

An Illyrian.

He hadn't seen his own kind in thirty-six years.

He hadn't heard the rustle of wings in thirty-six years.

He rarely allowed his facade to rupture, but something within him split open, cleaving through the shadows and darkness.

A wail echoed behind a wooden door at the end of the tunnel.

Rhysand halted.

The candles flickered.

The wooden door creaked open, a servant shuffling out, stiffening when she held Rhysand's lethal stare.

The servant quickly scurried away, disappearing into the clot of darkness.

Rhysand stalked toward the door and skimmed his palm along the splintered wood before gently pushing it open.

Nothing but three rickety cots filled the cramped servent's chamber. A single candle burned low on its wax.

Rhysand approached the smallest of the cots where the Illyrian child—the Illyrian girl—mewled, swaddled in a fraying blanket. She had willow branch hair like her mother's and golden skin.

A delicacy in such a harsh world.

Rhysand knew he shouldn't have come, shouldn't have bore witness to the newborn child, shouldn't stare longingly at her tiny wings in case she was condemned to the same fate as her mother.

He shouldn't grow attached.

But the baby continued to whimper, so Rhysand instinctively scooped his hands into the cot and cradled her in his arms.

Her crying ceased.

Rhysand didn't know how to react in the presence of such innocence, hardly believing that such a small, pure creature could exist Under the Mountain.

Rhysand may pick each individual piece of lint off his clothes, may drown in bathes until his skin pruned, but he never felt clean, not since he became a bed slave, not when Amarantha's essence seemed to linger beneath his skin, poisoning his blood.

His body was spoiled, used, and it didn't deserve to hold a baby.

He had killed innocent people, bristled at their agonizing screams.

He shouldn't be holding such a delicate thing, born from the moon herself.

But Rhysand hadn't felt this much ease in thirty-six years.

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Here’s what I think Makao would look like

OH MY GOD--

[littlerizzler]

hey gorgeousssss, could i possibly request a jake sully x daughter!reader where she is harrassed by some boys her age and she fights back but is overpowered and outnumbered. jake hears their shouts and goes to check what's wrong and finds his daughter getting beaten up and he gets crazy furious. after the whole fiasco (u can decide if he beats them up or not 😂) he is lowkey proud that she fought back and gave a few bruises to the boys.

it's completely ur choice if u decide to write this or not cuz i'll love u regardless 🥹🫶

Revenge

angst, protective Jake Sully x badass Daughter reader I had so much fun writing the trash talk Lo'ak about to get a beating from Jake after this one

You were scavenging for Tuk's lost doll in the forest when you heard pairs of footsteps crunching behind you.

"You're not gonna scare me this time, Brothers," you stated, but froze when an unfamiliar voice responded.

"Ah, what do we have here?"

You whipped around to find three boys emerging from behind the trees. They looked older, around Neteyam's age. Their expressions were hardened, vengeful.

One of the boys, slimmer, nonchalant, whistled as he eyed you. "Pretty girl out in the forest."

His friends laughed, stalking closer.

You backed away, monitoring their movements as they neared. "What do you want?" you bit out.

The slim boy shrugged, his fingers grazing the bushes as he passed them. "Just a chat. Maybe more. You're Toruk Makto's daughter, right? Lo'ak's sister?"

The three boys circled you, prowling like blood-thirsty Thanadors.

"What shit did Lo'ak do this time?" you grumbled, cursing your brother for always pissing off the wrong people.

"Oh, you know your brother. Promising things and then flacking off. He's been avoiding me, y'know."

Sounds like Lo'ak. "I'm sure he didn't mean any harm."

The boy exchanged a knowing look with his friends. He chuckled, shook his head. "He's all bark no bite."

You'd have to pass the three boys to get to the village. Behind you was only more forest and eventually, a calm river where the hunters fished. "Look, whatever my brother did, I'm sorry. But you can handle that crap with him."

You marched forward, avoiding their prying eyes, but before you could pass the slim boy, he shoved you back, causing you to stumble.

"Don't have your brother's strength, I see. Pitty, I wanted to see how a Sully girl can fight."

"Touch me again, and I'll break your jaw," you growled threateningly.

The boy grinned wolfishly, turning to his friends. "Look here, boys, she barks! Just like her bitchy brother."

"What did you just say?" you seethed. Lo'ak might deserve most of the shit the village people threw at him, but only you reserved the right to badmouth him.

"You heard what I said. Your brother's a snake without venom." He took a slow step forward. Something gleamed maliciously in his eyes. "And you know what I do to snakes?"

Before you could react, the boy lunged at you, tackling you to the ground. Breath was knocked from your lungs upon impact. You tried to sit up, but the boy pinned your arms in place, jeering down at you.

"C'mon, Sully girl, bite back!" He squeezed your arms with an iron grip. "Not so strong without your brothers, huh? Y'know, Lo'ak and I have some unfinished business to take care of, but that brother of yours is always fucking me over." He leaned down, breath unsettlingly warm against your ear. You writhed, but he held you firmly down. "So, I might as well take it out on his sister instead. Repayment."

You screamed, loud enough to alert hunters nearby, but the boy quickly clamped his hand over your mouth. He growled. "Now, that was a big mistake, sweetheart."

You bit down hard on his fingers, fangs sinking into his flesh.

He cursed, releasing his hold, and you seized the opportunity to headbutt him. The boy was knocked backward, clutching his bleeding nose. "You little bitch!"

You scrambled up, prepared to run, but his two friends blocked you, clenching their fists, hissing. You were cornered with nowhere to escape, but intended to fight like hell.

"You wanna fight?" you spat, rage boiling in your core. "Then c'mon. Get off your ass, and fucking fight me!"

The bleeding boy wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand, standing up. "Oh, I'm gonna have fun with you." Suddenly, he swung, his fist colliding with your jaw. Pain burst through your face, rendering you momentarily blind. He punched you again, this time in the stomach. You doubled over, gasping for air, but the boy grabbed a fistful of your braids and yanked your head back, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Not so mouthy no--"

The words clogged his throat as you kneed him in the dick. His eyes bulged, waves of shock paralyzing his body. You grabbed his shoulders and kneed him again in the stomach, tossing him to the ground.

His friends pounced, but you were quicker, dodging their punches with agility. Your knuckles howled with pain and reddened as you kept swinging, but you didn't stop, not even as the bruises sprouted.

"Eat shit, you motherfuckers!"

"You really are Lo'ak's sister," one of them sneered before you struck him across the face.

However, your luck ran out. One of the smaller boys managed to pin your arms behind your back while the other burlier one pummeled your body. A punch here, a punch there. His form was sloppy. It made you laugh.

Caught off guard, the burly boy halted his assault. "What's so funny?"

You picked up your hanging head, bottom lip busted. "You're proof that Eywa has a sense of humor. What Great Mother would send us a boy who punches like a girl? My little sister has a better right hook than you."

The boy was too stunned to speak. You tried to remember all the trash talk Jake had taught you.

"Oh c'mon," you sighed, "just kiss my ass and let's call it a truce, yeah?"

The boy restraining you snorted.

The burly boy pointed a finger at his friend. "Don't you encourage her!"

You turned your head to catch a glimpse at the boy behind you. "Yeah," you whispered, "or he might think you're my little bitch."

He tightened his grip on you.

You whimpered, smirking. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?"

The burly boy pulled a face. "What the hell?"

"Hey, at least I have more balls than you to say the shit on my mind, you fucking coward."

"Shut her up!" the slim boy groaned as he regained consciousness, clutching the side of his bruised face. You'd punched him so many times that his eyes had rolled to the back of his head. You'd honestly thought you'd killed him.

The burly boy cracked his neck, stalking forward. "Gotta put bitches like you in their places."

"Y'know, your daddy told me that last night," you grinned, winking at him.

He halted. "The fuck did you just say--"

He was close enough now that you kicked your foot right in the sweet spot between his legs. His knees buckled, his body caving inward.

"I'll have to admit. I do love a man on his knees," you chuckled.

Before you knew it, the boy stumbled back on his feet and jabbed you with a curled fist. The insults were fun while they lasted.

You struggled against the grip on your arms, squirming and kicking, but eventually, the pain was too overwhelming to fend off.

Your skin was pulsing, everything tight and tenderly sore. You didn't know when the burly boy had stopped brutalizing you, but when you squinted your eyes open, he was flexing his fingers.

You sucked up the blood pooling in your mouth and spat it on the grass by his feet. "Had enough yet?" you choked out, panting. Your trembling legs were about to give out, but the boy behind you held you upright.

The burly boy lifted his head, breathless himself. "Just for that, I think I'll continue." He approached you again, and you closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the pain.

"Wait!" the slim boy cried, his broken nose crusted with dried blood. "I wanna finish her off."

Your eyes sliced open. Oh no.

The burly boy before you stepped back in surrender, hands raised, glaring at you. "She's all yours."

The confinements around your wrists were released, causing you to collapse on your knees. Your bones groaned. Your limbs were limp.

Get up, you urged yourself, grinding your teeth, fingers sinking into the soil. GET UP!

But exhaustion crippled your strength.

"C'mon now, the party's not over yet."

You were dragged up by the arm, but you couldn't stand. Your legs were wobbly and worn. The slim boy grunted with effort as he attempted to lift you, but you sunk to the ground at his feet, gulping ragged breaths.

He glared at his friends. "You tired her out, skxawng!"

"But look whose on her knees now," the burly boy spat back.

The slim boy towering above you only had to shove you with his foot for you to roll onto your back. The scraping trees above were spinning, sunlight splintering through the branches. Your mind spiraled with nausea.

Suddenly, a distorted face was hovering over yours. He tilted his head curiously before grabbing your throat and giving it a testing squeeze.

He was delighted at your choking response.

In one final and foolish attempt to fight back, you weakly pushed against his chest, beating it with your tired fist. The skin of your knuckles was torn.

The boy's grip around your throat tightened, cutting off air.

"Do me a favor, and don't tell your brother about this. I'd hate to repeat this interaction again with you later."

"Y-You're sick--" you choked out, white spots clouding your vision.

He smirked. "Why, thank you."

Your ears perked to the faint sounds of rustling in the bushes. You didn't move, pretending you'd heard nothing. The boy above you seemed oblivious to the agile movements of someone creeping nearby.

Stalking its prey.

Suddenly, the boy was thrown back, thudding against the ground. You gasped at the relieved pressure around your neck, clenched your teeth as you rolled onto your side, and raised your head. The fogginess of your vision cleared enough for you to catch the two accomplices fleeing into the forest, but the third boy was crawling backward, a tall figure stalking toward him.

"What's your name, boy?" the man asked hoarsely.

The boy was trembling, eyes incredibly wide. "K-Keanu."

"Well, Keanu..." The man dragged the boy by his throat and held him against the base of a tree. "This is for laying your filthy hands on my daughter."

You could tell it was an ugly sight from the tortured sounds that left his mouth. You'd given up on trying to watch, head pounding so forcefully that you had no choice but to stay lying on the grass, fighting off the dizziness. Eventually, the noises stopped, replaced by heavy breathing.

"Go near her again or even look at her the wrong way, and I'll make your life a living hell, son. Do I make myself clear?"

The only response was feebly whimpers.

"Do I make myself clear?" he repeated slowly.

"Y-Yes."

Then, there was silence. You wondered if the fighting had stopped or if you were dead. Both were probable possibilities.

You felt a delicate hand on your arm and immediately woke up. Not recognizing the man, you attempted to defend yourself in panic, but he caught your flying fists. "Y/N! Stop. Stop."

"No!" you screamed, kicking your limp legs, grunting with effort. "Don't fucking touch me!"

"Sshh Sshh. It's okay--"

"No!" You couldn't handle another beating. "Get the fuck off me!"

"It's okay. It's me. It's me." He grabbed hold of your face, steadying your thrashing movements. "Look. Look. It's me."

Your frantic eyes finally settled on the man--the man that resembled...

"Daddy?"

Jake sighed in relief. "Yes. Yes, sweetheart. Daddy's here. Daddy's right here."

Your eyes overflowed with tears. "There were three of them, and they-- They tried to--" You broke down in sobs, overcome by repressed fear.

Jake cradled your head, smoothed back your damp hair. "Oh, baby girl... I'm here now. They're not gonna hurt you."

"Daddy--"

"I know. I know," Jake cooed, sensing your panic. He went to hold your hand in comfort but froze when he noticed your bruised knuckles. The color drained from Jake's face as he inspected the rest of your body. There wasn't a spot left unscathed. "Y/n..."

"How b-bad is it?" you sniffed, the tears subsiding. You couldn't imagine the massacre the boys made of you. Everything felt tender and raw.

Jake gulped down, unable to meet your eyes as he continued his inspection, hands gentle as they roamed. You witnessed the rage harden his features. His jaw tightened.

"You'd be proud," you said, regaining your breath. "I trashed talked the hell out of them."

Jake snapped out of his fury, gazing down at your curiously. "Did you now?"

"Yeah. It was all complete bullshit, though."

"Well, that's what trash talking is." He sighed grimly, taking in the state of your body. "They sure did do a number on you."

You chuckled, then coughed, your lungs depleted. "You should see the other guys."

"Gave 'em a run for their money, baby girl?"

"Like you taught me," you said, attempting to sit up, but a sharp pain sent you falling back down. You squeezed your eyes shut, grinding your teeth as you clutched your side. "R-Rib, D-Dad-- Ow ow ow!"

"Lift your hand, baby, let me see," Jake ordered, prying your fingers off. "Yeah, the skin's swelling. I gotta get you to your grandmothers. She'll have somethin' to quicken the healing process."

You cried out as Jake lifted you into his arms, the pain insurmountable. "S-Stop, please--" You pushed against his chest to make him release you.

Jake held you tightly. "I know it hurts, baby, but I gotta get you home."

You winced at each step he took, the bumpiness shortening your breaths.

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, reopening the dried wound. The metallic taste of blood flooded your mouth. "It h-hurts, Daddy."

"I know, baby. We're almost there." Jake looked down to check up on you, noticing the reopening wound. "Hey hey hey, don't bite your lip. Y/n, just let it out. If it hurts, let it out, sweetheart. Okay? Don't hold it in."

You nodded, releasing your lip from between your teeth and burying your head in Jake's chest. When the pain returned, you cried against his skin this time, the anguished sound reverberating around the forest.

"That's it. C'mon, let it out, honey."

"Fuck fuck FUCK!" You gripped his shoulder. "I'm gonna murder Lo'ak, I swear to Eywa."

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Is there going to be a part 3 to daddy’s girl?

just posted!

[littlerizzler]

Daddy's Little Girl pt. 3

soft smut-ish??? feel good vibes Tuk being adorable, Neteyam and Jake being protective new male OC

Tuk was ecstatic now that you were always home, finally having someone to play with besides the village children. When you weren't caring of your little sister, your brothers were vigilantly watching you, per Jake's orders. You hadn't touched your bow in days, afraid it would reawaken memories from the past.

With Tuk's hand in yours, you strolled through the village, breathing in the fresh air after so many hours stuck inside.

Tuk tugged on your arm, causing you to halt. "That boy won't stop looking at you."

You picked your head up, turning. In the distance, you caught Makao longingly staring at you, carrying a heavy pile of logs in his arms, his biceps flexed.

"Who's he?" Tuk asked curiously.

You continued onward. "Nobody."

"He's still staring!" Tuk informed. You dragged her forward but she kept looking back. "He's still staring. And staring. And staring. Sissy, he won't stop--"

"Tuk," you hissed, crouching down, gripping her small shoulders. "That boy is the enemy. We do not conspire with the enemy."

She tilted her head. "Con-sp-ire?"

You groaned, your head falling forward.

You barely spoke during dinners, quietly picking at your food while Lo'ak and Neteyam raved about their adventurous days spent flying, hunting, or anything involving the forest. You kept your head down, absentmindedly listening.

Jake noticed your recent detachment and unusual quietness. It clenched his heart to see you this way, but he had to stick firmly by his rules. They were the only way to ensure his family's safety.

Neytiri curled up beside her husband that night, planting tender kisses along his collar bone. "Ma Jake..." she purred.

"No, I know what you're doing. It's not gonna work," Jake protested.

"Caging y/n here only teaches her that her home is a prison."

"I can't let her wander off again, you know that."

Neytiri lifted her head off his chest. "Ma Jake, she made one mistake. She is just a girl. She came home late. Lo'ak has done far worse things and received far lesser punishments."

Jake sighed, leaning into her soothing touch. He found your slumbering shadow in the darkness. "I just want her close enough where I can see her."

"If you control her now, she will not come to you later when she truly needs protection."

Neytiri was right, as much as he hated to admit it.

But as you lay there, hugging your stomach, straining your ears to hear your parents' hushed conversation, you couldn't shake the gaping void in your chest. You touched the skin above your faintly-beating heart, envisioning Makao beside you.

Oh, how you hated that boy. How you absolutely loathed him! Those grappling eyes of his were trouble; those eyes that followed your hands as you nocked your arrow; those eyes that crinkled when he smiled; those that never left yours...

Jake tried to shield you from heartbreak, but he couldn't protect you against this feeling in your chest, this wound.

You wanted Makao here, you realized. You wanted him near you, holding you, enveloping you.

There was a place beside you that he was supposed to be filling.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, sobbing against your palm through the night.

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The Great Mother was torturing you. She had to be.

You saw Makao everywhere. You thought of Makao everywhere. Even when he wasn't around, you hallucinated his lavish voice, his contagious laughter.

"I know you told me not to con-sp-ire with the enemy Sissy, but he's looking at you again," Tuk had said during another of your evening strolls.

It felt like a searing rot had been driven through your heart, but you lifted Tuk off the grass, balanced her on your hip, and continued on your way.

At night, it only grew worse. His ghost of a memory haunted your restless sleep. The gaping wound was beginning to swallow you whole.

"Little sister?"

Your eyes sliced open.

The faint moonlight carved Neteyam's features out of the shadows. He hovered over where you laid, brows pulled tight. "Why aren't you asleep?"

You stared at him. "I was asleep."

"No. You were not."

How does he always know? "Go back to bed, Brother," you dismissed, rolling onto your side.

"Is it about--"

"Neteyam," you snapped, raising the blankets higher over your shoulders. "Go back to bed."

You stayed up the rest of the night, watching as the moonlight danced over the woven floor. You wondered if Makao was doing the same. You wondered if his night were just as restless as yours.

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Makao was inside the healer's tent. You knew, because you had purposefully dragged Tuk out to the village under the assumption that she'd get her hair rebraided and waited around for him to appear.

"Where's Marium?" Tuk whined, sitting cross-legged on the grass.

You stared at the tent's flaps, building up the courage to go inside.

"Sissy?"

Tuk pinched your leg when you didn't respond.

"Ow! What, Tuk?"

She gazed up at you. "Where's Marium?"

"She'll be here, alright," you stalled. Marium, the best braider in the village, wasn't coming, but that excuse was the only way you could sneak out of the house without alarming your parents. "Just-- Just think about the braids you want. Mama said you could get some beads woven in."

Tuk huffed, beginning to play with the insects crawling around the ground. "Well, I'm hungry."

"We just ate breakfast."

"But you promised me more berries after breakfast."

"No, I promised you that Marium would rebraid your hair."

Tuk crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at you suspiciously. "Daddy said you can't be out in the village."

"No, he said I couldn't be in the forest."

"Daddy said--"

"Tuk!" You glared down at your little sister, patience withered.

She smiled up at you cheekily, knowing she had crept under your skin.

You crouched down to be at eye level with your sister. "Tuk. I need you to listen to me very carefully."

Tub's smile faltered, hearing the seriousness in your tone.

You held her tiny hands. "You know I trust you, right? More than anyone else."

She nodded.

"Okay. Well, there's something I need to take care of, but you can't come with me--"

"But Daddy--"

"Daddy won't find out because you won't tell him."

Tuk's innocent eyes widened. "But--"

You squeezed her hands. "As your big sister, as someone who has always been there for you, I am trusting that you won't tell him. Okay? Can you do that for me?"

Tuk straightened up, squaring her shoulders. "You can trust me."

You beamed, kissing her forehead in pride. "That's my girl. Now go with the village kids. I'll come find you in a bit--and if you see Dad, Mother, or our brothers, hide. They can't know I'm not with you."

Tuk nodded soldierly, scurrying off. She always loved a secret mission.

You turned towards the healer's tent, evening your breathing. Here goes nothing.

The tent was illuminated by a few burning candles. The healers were gone, but Makao kneeled before a chest, sifting through glass bottles that clinked together.

The muscles in his back flexed as he moved.

You cleared your throat, causing him to turn, then quickly stand when he realized who it was. "Y/n."

Your mouth went dry as he stared at you. You never thought you'd see those eyes again. "Hi."

Makao stepped forward hesitantly. You'd never seen him so...nervous. "About the other night--"

You held out your hands, taking a half-step back. "No. Please, let me just--" You broke off, clenching your fisted fingers, struggling to put the past few days into words. "I left you there. I left you on that mountain and I know that and I'm sorry, but I panicked."

Makao's eyes softened. "Y/n--"

"I'm a fucking coward," you confessed, your hands dropping limply to your sides. "And I know you think I'm this brave girl who doesn't give two shits, but the truth is, I'm terrified. Of everything. I haven't the slightest clue what I'm doing. Yeah, I'm good at shooting a bow, but if the time came, I don't think I could aim it at someone. I don't think I could kill something that has a heart, that breathes. And that scares me."

Makao didn't move. Didn't blink. You so badly wanted him to return to his usual frivolous self, to crack a joke that made you roll your eyes and relieve the tension. You weren't used to this unnerving silence.

"But you know what scares me more?" You looked at him, into him. "You. The possibility of you. Of letting you in." You sounded insane, deranged. Too many sleepless nights were spent musing over him. Him. "I mean, my parents would kill me if they knew all the shit I did was over some boy."

A muscle feathered in Makao's jaw. He tried to mask it, but you could see the guilt in his eyes.

Something tugged at your chest, pulling you towards him.

"But you aren't just some boy."

You swore you saw the faintest glimmer in his eyes.

With a few slow steps, you filled the separating distance. It felt like wading upstream through a river. The current was forcing you back. But you reached him, found his hands, and held onto them.

Your eyes traveled across his face, searching for something, anything...

Your lips parted, and the words that tumbled out were as simple as releasing a drawn arrow.

"I see you."

That void in your chest, that gaping wound, it began to mend. You felt it, as your souls reached out and delicately entwined, like weeds at the bottom of a lake, tendrils of a queue.

His lips slip into a wide smile, as blinding as the sun.

Oh, how you missed that smile.

"Careful, or I'll think you've grown soft on me."

You shook your head, chuckling. "Shut up," you grumbled, standing up on your toes until your lips met his.

Makao stilled for a moment, and you wondered if you'd done something wrong, but then his taut shoulders loosened, and he smiled against your lips. Makao's hands found your hips, pressing you closer to him. His skin was lit aflame. "I see you," he gasped between feverish kisses. "I see you, I see you, I see you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, breath hitching as his lips ventured across your burning skin. "I won't leave you again. I promise."

Makao lifted his head to meet your darkened eyes. He tucked your hair behind your ear, something toiling inside him.

You cupped his cheek. "What is it? What's wrong?"

He blew a heavy breath, shaking his head. "You don't know how long I've waited for you to want me back. I'm starting to doubt that this is real."

You grabbed his hand and placed it over your heart. It was beating rapidly. "Do you feel that? That is because of you. This is real. Now shut up and kiss me, skxqwng."

Something feral burned alive in his eyes. "As you wish."

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Hi my loves. If any of your are The Last of Us fans, please give me some fic ideas involving Joel. I'm currently hooked on the show. My request box is always open <3

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Hey bae how are you doing?😭

Stressed with school and exams but I have a week off coming up so hopefully I’ll have time to write

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Daddy's Little Girl pt 2

2371 words Fluff, angst, protective Jake, new male OC we're getting to the romance...

"Tell me a secret, something nobody else knows?" Makao persisted as you took a break from shooting, resting on the soft moss-covered ground.

You stretched your sore arms above your head, slacking when the bones cracked. "What is with you and secrets?"

Makao was cross-legged beside you, intently staring as you stretched in quite unflattering positions. He somehow found amusement in the way you moved.

"Divulging the hidden truth brings people closer together."

"How poetic."

"Then we'll do a trade. A secret for a secret."

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. "Fine, you first."

Makao struggled to keep his smile at bay. He straightened up. "When I was seven, I was bitten by a Thanator."

Your eyes grew wide in shock. "What?!"

He turned his leg for you to see, and on the inside of his thigh were the indents of teeth. Pieces of his skin were carved out where the unhealed scar resided.

You gasped, raising a hand to cover your mouth.

"My brother told me to pet it, that they were friendly. If it weren't for me jumping down a waterfall, it would've ripped me to shreds." Despite the gruesomeness, Makao still grinned in pride.

You lifted your head, meeting his eyes. "You're insane."

"Maybe, just a little. Your turn now."

You didn't know how you could top his scar. You'd been sheltered most of your life by Jake, who was always there to protect you.

"Admitting your obsession with me doesn't count," Makao reminded cheekily.

You glared at him. "Don't flatter yourself."

You considered your past, perking up when a memory resurfaced. You recalled Lo'ak's beat-red face and Jake's insurmountable laughter. He hadn't spoken to you after the incident for weeks. "I convinced my brother that to declare your love for a girl, you must dance in front of them."

Makao gaped. "You didn't..."

"He's so gullible," you simpered, unable to hold in your laughter. "He did this whole performance in front of this one girl he really liked at the bonfire festival, and she just stared at him, horrified, because he's a horrible dancer."

"You are evil!"

"Now, whenever my brother has a crush on a girl, my father will mock his dance."

Makao shook his head disbelievingly. "You ruined your poor brother's life."

You shrugged. "He deserved it."

"He'll never be open about his love life again."

"Trust me, he'll survive."

Maybe you shouldn't have traded a secret for a secret because ever since then, you noticed Makao in the places he must have been all along, but you never thought to look.

If he wasn't wandering the village alone, he was dragged around by his older brother, Kaleo. The brothers had the same angular face and toned bodies, but Makao was slightly less muscled. You caught the two of them arguing once, Kaleo gripping Makao tightly by the arm and yanking him into a healer's tent.

Makao was a charmer, leaving girls ogling and old women blushing. Besides Kaleo, he didn't have any friends. Though, one afternoon when you were helping Jake carry weapons to the armory, you caught sight of him playing with the village's children. They crowded at his feet, giggling as he tossed each one into the air and then caught them.

You stalled a bit, watching from afar.

"Baby girl," Jake's voice echoed, startling you. Your father tilted his head curiously, following your previous line of vision to the chaos Makao was wreaking.

Before he could interrogate you, you sped on ahead.

Jake observed Makao diligently, memorizing every detail of the boy you had your eyes on.

The next time Makao encountered you shooting in the forest, he strolled up to you and rested a hand above yours on your bow.

Your eyes sliced to his. "What are you--"

"You shoot every day, y/n, and every time you never miss. Today we do something different," he said resolutely.

Makao slowly removed your fingers from your weapons, your skins grazing, setting them softly on the grass, and you allowed him to, barely putting up a fight.

The sunlight hit him perfectly, brightening his eyes that never left yours.

"Do you trust me?" he breathed.

"No," you answered, breathlessly, gazing up at Makao.

There was this strange feeling in your chest, behind your ribs. You never wanted the feeling to leave.

Makao led you through the forest on a winding path, taking routes you'd never ventured. The trees were densely packed, making your exploration difficult. Makao frequently turned to make sure you were still there, that he hadn't lost you.

Eventually, there was a grassy clearing where the trees ended. Makao beamed, running out to the middle and assessing the space.

"Yeah, this should do it." Putting two fingers in his mouth, Makao whistled loudly. In a matter of seconds, his Ikran was sweeping down, beating its huge wings to slow its descent. Makao stroked the scaled flank of his Ikran. "Hey there, pretty girl." He turned to you, beckoning you over. "Are you coming or what?"

You stared at him, nonplussed. "I'm not allowed to fly alone without my brothers."

"You're not alone. You have me." Makao climbed swiftly onto the creature's back. "That is unless you rather shoot arrows until sunset."

You looked considerably at the space awaiting you on his Ikran. Jake would be furious if he caught you flying without supervision, even more so with the company of a boy he'd never met.

But Makao wasn't just any boy.

You backed away, making a series of trills and clicks with your tongue that echoed outwards. The sun was momentarily blocked out, casting a shadow over the clearing. Your Ikran--Ishka--shrieked, expanding her wings as she landed beside you. You ran your hand along her scales, easing her down.

Ishka was of considerably greater size than Makao's Ikran.

You mounted Ishka's back, connecting the tendrils of your queue to hers, securing the bond.

"Race ya!" you declared, not giving Makao a chance to respond before gripping the hank of Ishka's main. "Heeyaaah!"

Ishka shot like a bullet into the sky. Makao took off soon after, trying to keep up. You forged through the streamers of clouds and emerged into the golden sunlight.

Makao's Ikran fell into formation with yours. You signaled, follow me, and dove. Ishak moved with precise movements of her wingtips, arcing in a dive around the flank of Mons Veritatis. You led Makao behind a gushing waterfall. Extended your arm out, your fingertips grazed along the surface. Abruptly, you swerved right, breaking through the water. The refreshingness sent shivers over your body.

You looked over your shoulder to see Makao shaking droplets from his hair, grinning wildly. He let out a long whoop of joy. You cupped your hands around your mouth, crying out in Na'vi celebration.

The two of your spent all afternoon in the skies, soaring together in a series of acrobatic turns. You played hide and seek among the clouds, chasing each other around, unapologetically wild and free.

"Catch me if you can, stalker!" you bellowed, banking hard, diving.

Makao grinned and dove after you.

As the sun began to set, you found sanctuary to briefly rest on a grassy mountaintop. Makao lit a fire to keep you warm while your Ikrans ate, regaining their strength.

"You're an incredible flyer," Makao complimented, settling beside you.

You held your palms open to the fire. "So are you."

Makao leaned back on his hands. "A secret for a secret. You first."

In the firelight, the white specks scattered across Makao's body began to glow like stars. You traced them with your eyes, joining them to form constellations.

"I've had more fun today than I ever have in my entire life," you admitted, smiling bashfully. You gazed up at the melting sky in awe. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes. It is," Makao breathed.

When you met his eyes again, you noticed he wasn't staring at the sky. He was staring at you.

Makao was very beautiful, you realized. He was simple, yes, but something about him softened your insides. Makao was a curious boy, a wanderer. He had a sensitive soul with a warrior's spirit. He moved wherever the wind took him, and that fascinated you.

Makao leaned closer. "I've had more fun today than I ever have in my entire life too."

Your breathing deepened. "You stole my secret."

Your bodies were so close, too close.

Closer. Come closer.

Your eyes fluttered closed when his lips neared your ear. "What would you rather me say?"

Your fingers skimmed, then delicatly entwined, a touch so light, yet so intimate. You wondered if Makao could hear how fiercly your heart was pounding.

You rested your forehead against his, steadying your erradic breathing. "Ma Makao."

Makao closed his eyes. "Tell me. What should I say?"

His voice melted you. You raised a hand to touch his chest, his neck, causing him to shiver. His skin was burning, but maybe that was from the fire.

A squak sent you both jumping, wide-eyed, swerving to find your Ikrans now standing, restless with impateince.

You finally noticed the late hour as stars littered the sky.

"No," you breathed, your face falling in dread. "No no no no no!" You hurriedly stood up, weak at the knees.

Makao held out his hands. "What's wrong? Hey hey hey, y/n, look at me."

He tried to touch you, but you flinched, stepping several feet back, and shaking your head. "This was a mistake. We shouldn't have come here. Ugh, my dad's gonna kill me!" You sprinted towards Ishka, mounting her and forging the bond.

"Y/N, WAIT!" Makao called out, but it was too late. You were already soaring into the night, leaving him alone with a dying fire.

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Neytiri was bouncing a sleeping Tuk in her arms when you arrived home. Spotting a new shadow on the floor, she lifted her head up, almost bursting into tears when she laid eyes on you.

"Ma y/n," she whispered, voice trembling with emotion. She carefully laid Tuk down before running to envelop you in her arms. "Oh my sweet daughter. Eywa, thank you. Great mother, thank you." She took your face in her hands, peppering it with kisses, then pulling you back into a stifiling hug.

"Where is everyone?" you asked, noticing the barren room.

"Your father and brothers have been out looking for you since sunset," she informed, wiping tears from her eyes. "They should be back..."

Neytiri's voice quieted down as she spotted something behind you. Your heart froze. Wearily, you turned to find Jake, Neteyam, and Lo'ak standing at the entrance, staring at you, their riding helmets on their foreheads.

Neteyam broke from the group first, pulling you into a tight embrace. "You scared the living hell out of us, little sister," he sighed in relief. You felt another force as Lo'ak rushed over, joining the hug.

"Dad's about to go ballistic," Lo'ak whispered, warning you.

Neteyam and Lo'ak backed away as Jake approached, gripping your shoulders as he examined your body thoroughly. He could smell the forest's freshness and the fire's smokiness in your hair.

"Where were you?" he demanded, staring at you relentlessly.

You bowed your head in shame, unable to meet his prying eyes.

Jake nodded, sucking on his teeth. "So that's how it's gonna be, huh? You just take off and come back as if nothing happened? Y/n, we have rules. You can do whatever you want in the daytime, but at sunset, you are to be here."

"I'm sorry," you whispered meekly.

"Yeah, you better be, 'cause while you were in your own little oblivious world, your mother and I had no idea where the hell you were!"

"Ma Jake," Neytiri warned, noticing how your shoulders shrunk.

"No, she's old enough to reap the consequences of her actions," Jake rasped, towering over you. "You will not, and I repeat, will not ever leave this house without telling your mother and me where you're going. You will be here well before sunset to take care of your sister. You will stay in the village where it's safe, and I can watch you. That means no more wandering off into the forest and no flying for a month."

You picked your head up. "What?"

"You wanna practice archery, that's fine. But you do it here."

You gaped at Jake, at a loss for words.

"So much noise," Tuk mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she groggily sat up.

"Shhh, everything is alright," Neytiri hushed, crouching down to scoop Tuk up. "Go back to sleep, my love." She glared at Jake as she passed him, taking Tuk outside to the hammock. Neteyam and Lo'ak left the room as well, throwing apologetic glances back at you.

With the room empty, Jake sighed, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Daddy," you began, but he held up a hand, silencing you.

"I trust you, y/n, you know that," Jake said. "As your father, Neteyam's father, and Lo'ak's and Tuk's, I trust that my children will be here when I come home. I trust that when I leave in the morning, the four of you will be safe. But when someone tells me my daughter is missing, when I come home to find three children there instead of four, that trust ruins me. It ruins me and your mother and your siblings."

Jake kneeled before you, gathered his bearings, and lifted your chin with his finger. "I'm sorry I snapped before, but it was for a good reason. I gotta make sure you realize the severity of the situation, y/n. If something would've happened to you, god..." He breathed deeply, grounding himself. "The only way I can protect you is if I know where you are. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," you militantly responded.

Jake’s face softened, remembering that you were just a kid. Neytiri was always reminding him to be less of a sergeant, more of a father. "No baby—you don’t—” Jake sighed, guilt ridden at the sight of your fragilness. He reached out to you. “Baby girl, c’mere.”

You collapsed into his arms, burying your face into his neck. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He held onto you, closing his eyes. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

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Part 3 coming soon

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Hi! I absolutely love your stories! Can you do one where jakes daughter finds a mate?

Daddy's Little Girl

2131 words Fluff, protective Jake, new male OC, Tuk being adorable In this story, the Sullys are still in the forest. The Sky People never came.

Being the daughter of Toruk Makto and Tsahík and sister of two older brothers--the heir and the troublemaker--scared every Na'vi boy your age away.

Whenever a daring boy did approach, it wasn't long before they spotted something behind you, gulped in unease, and quickly made an excuse to leave. You'd turn around, curious as to what frightened them off, and catch a fleeting glimpse as Lo'ak, Neteyam, or Jake quickly busied themselves with a meaningless task.

"You're too overprotective of her," Neytiri would hiss at Jake.

"She's my daughter. It's my job to scare off any boys within a ten-mile radius."

"She's a young girl. She's supposed to socialize without you staring relentlessly from afar."

Jake tried to reason with his wife, wanted to let you socialize, but every time he spotted one of the Na'vi boys staring at you, a knowing glimmer in their eyes, he had the impulsive instinct to protect you, shield you from possible heartbreak.

Besides, none of them were ever good enough for his daughter. Either too prideful or rowdy or a punk. Jake knew. He could tell if a boy was trouble just by the mere sight of him.

And you were still so innocent, so delicate. You'd talk to anyone who gave you the time of day.

Maybe it was Jake's fault for not teaching you how to weed out the bad ones, like sorting rotten fruit from the ripe.

As for Lo'ak and Neteyam, they've always had an eye out for their little sister, despite you not being so little anymore.

As a young girl, you never sought out boys. The thought never crossed your mind. To mate, Na'vi must pass the clan's rites of passage. Omaticaya adulthood came upon choosing a desired talent to master and undergoing a series of ceremonial tests. Some chose healing, hunting, archery, caretaking, singing, or weaving.

You sought the most challenging of them all.

Becoming a warrior.

The tests were rigorous; hand-to-hand combat, archery, sparing, prey stalking, taming a Mountian Banshee, and the hallucinatory dream hunt.

You were young when you claimed warriorship, barely fifteen. In Jake's eyes, you were still a baby, the little girl he had to chase around the village and through the depths of the forest. Despite having passed the clan's rite of passage, you were far too young to mate.

The thought turned his blood cold.

But now you were seventeen and suddenly, all your friends were being plucked away like rose petals as the village boys turned into men. You still had no intentions of mating, but the prospect of loving and being loved did soften you. Besides, mates were usually arranged. Genuine love--the kind your parents shared--was rare to find.

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You were practicing archery in the forest when you sensed a presence watching you. Without turning, you slowly lowered your bow, allowing your stalker to think they had you fooled. You waited them out, listening carefully to each rustle in the branches above. You walked further out, timed the attack, and waited for the precise moment when a break came in the leaves for you to sharply turn around in one fluid movement, nock an arrow to your bow, draw it back, and release it towards the trees.

You didn't hit him; your intention was only to scare. You aimed at the bark beside his head, causing your stalker to flinch, lose his balance, and fall from the branch he once perched. As soon as he landed in the moss with a thud, your arrow was pointed directly at his face.

The boy held up a hand. "Easy there, easy."

You inched closer, unyielding.

The boy gulped, looking between the sharp arrow pointed at his throat and your merciless expression. He laughed nervously. "This how you greet all guys?"

"Only the ones stalking me."

"I was not stalking you."

"So you just lurk around in trees for fun?" you jeered. Your bow never quivered.

The boy was about your age, maybe a year older. His hair was loosely braided back, dark whisps hanging to frame his angular face. He wore a simple loincloth. You observed him curiously.

"What's your name?" he asked, but you knew he was only doing so for politeness. You were Toruk Makto's daughter. Everyone knew your name.

You stared down at him. "Y/n."

He stood up, slowly, and released a breath, his lips tilting up in a playful smile. "Nice to meet you, y/n."

Reluctantly, you lowered your bow, though you still remained on guard. "Why were you following me?"

The boy rolled his eyes. "A bit bold of you to assume I was following you. You know, there are many other things of interest in this forest," he teased.

You glared at him sternly.

He dropped his facade, gazing at you. "I wanted to get to know you."

"By hiding in a tree?" You shook your head, stalking off, deadpanning, "How romantic."

To your disappointment, the boy followed close behind, leaves crunching in his wake. "In my defense, if I had approached you, you probably would've shot me dead with one of those arrows."

"I almost did," you reminded, peering over your shoulder.

The boy smirked. "Well, I'm here now. On land. No more hiding." He caught up to you, walking by your side. "Tell me something about you, something nobody else knows."

You took a trickier route through the thickets, climbing nimbly along a huge root. "And why should I do that, stalker?"

The boy struggled to keep balance on the log. He sped up in front of you, walking backward to face you. "Because you fascinate me."

"I fascinate you?"

He remained silent, his glowing eyes bearing into yours.

Your cheeks flushed momentarily, caught off guard. You cleared your throat, straightening up in defiance. "You're going to trip and break your neck."

The boy grinned devilishly, continuing to walk backward. "So you care about my safety then?"

You shrugged, eyes glimmering in mischief. "Do you swim, stalker?"

The boy's brows furrowed in confusion. Before he could notice the soft grass lanting downward, the boy unknowingly fell back into a pond, arms flailing, water splashing around him.

You stifled a laugh as he resurfaced, completely soaked, a lilypad stuck to the top of his head.

"Falling out of trees and falling into ponds. You really are quite graceful," you quipped, walking off.

The boy mused after you, smiling to himself as the water lapped against his bare chest.

Unfortunately, your first encounter with the tree boy wasn't your last.

The next day, he emerged from behind the trees with his hands raised in surrender. You had already anticipated his arrival. "I come in peace."

You turned back to your target, ignoring him as you raised your bow, relaxed your arms, and continued your training. When you released the arrow, it snipped through the air, landing directly on the bull's eye.

Tree boy raised his brows. "Remind me to never get on your bad side."

"What do you want?" you groaned, marching to the target and removing your arrow wedged deep within the bark.

"To start over," he said, genuinely. "I get the feeling you don't like me very much."

You glared at him. "How observant of you."

He smirked. "But that'll change."

"You are quite full of yourself," you snapped back.

Tree boy gazed at you a little bit too long, unfazed by your harsh tone. "And you are quite beautiful."

That familiar heat returned to your cheeks.

Tree boy sauntered closer, filling the gap between you.

You held your bow with rigid stiffness, breath thickening in your throat.

"I'm Makao." He offered his hand.

You looked down at it, confused.

Makao suddenly snatched the bow from your loosened grip and ran off, hollering, "Can't shoot without a bow!"

"Come back here you skxqwng!" you yelled, chasing after him through a field of fan lizards that unfurled and flew around.

He laughed brilliantly, quick on his feet. "Not until you learn to like me!"

Makao was different from any Na'vi boy you'd ever met. He was insufferably witty, observant, and arrogant. He visited you regularly in the forest, constantly disrupting your training sessions to lean against a nearby tree trunk and watch you shoot.

The pressure of his stare sprouted flowers in your stomach. Sometimes you couldn't concentrate, your fingers would fumble, or that heat would return to your face, especially when he made little remarks about your appearance.

"Your nose scrunches when you're focused," Makao had once commented, tilting his head. "It's cute. Do it again."

After a few weeks, you grew to tolerate his company. Makao reminded you of Lo'ak in his playful demeanor, always trying to drive a laugh out of you.

"Do you ever smile?" he probed from the forest floor, casually sunbathing with his arms tucked behind his head while you practiced shooting.

"I can," you answered simply, pulling back your arrow as you eyed the target. "When something is deserving of it."

Makao gazed up at you for a moment, then thoughtfully turned his attention to the sky, musing. The sun splintered through the leafed branches, scattering heavenly golden light across his body. "I intend to become deserving of such a smile."

Ever since you almost killed a boy spying on you in a tree, you felt different somehow. Serene. The changes were too subtle to be noticed by the ordinary village people, but someone like Jake, who knew you better than anyone, took notice of the lightness in your step, the softness of your features, the ease in your muscles. You'd become calmer in the past weeks, returning home with the remnants of a smile.

"Hey there, stranger," Jake said, pausing his knife sharpening. It was late evening when you came home for dinner, the sun dipping below the mountains.

"Hi, Daddy," you greeted, gently kissing his cheek.

"Y/N!" Tuk beamed, leaping into your arms.

You stumbled back, gripping her tightly. "Hello, little sister."

Tuk wrapped her arms around your neck playfully. You let her dangle there, swinging her around, which earned precious giggles tumbling from her lips.

"You were gone for soooooooo long today," she whined, gazing up at you with curious round eyes. "It is so boring when you are not here."

You set Tuk down, kneeling before her. "I'm here now."

"But you are always gone in the forest," she pouted, folding her arms across her chest.

Your heart stung at her sadness. Wanting to see that smile return, you mischievously crept your fingers along her sides, growling under your breath. "That's because I'm always fighting off a giant...scary...MONSTER!" You attacked her stomach with tickles.

Tuk screamed out, writhing in your arms. She tried to flee, but you scooped her up and flipped her upside down, one arm securely wrapped around her middle while the other hand tickled her mercilessly.

"AND THE MONSTER IS GONNA GET YOU!"

Tuk squealed and kicked her feet in the air, her tiny body shaking with joyous laughter. "No! No! No!" she pleaded, struggling to break free from your iron grip.

Jake watched in amusement from his seat on his stool.

"Y/n!" your mother hissed, making you spin around, Tuk still dangling upside down.

Jake quickly busied himself with sharpening his knives, whistling to himself.

Tuk grinned, her braids scraping the floor. "Hi, Mama!"

Neytiri narrowed her eyes at you. "Put your sister down."

You obliged, flipping a giggling Tuk right-side up but not releasing her before blowing into her ear, causing her to flinch.

Tuk covered her ears, pink-cheeked as she stumbled dizzily towards Neytiri and bumped into her long legs.

Your mother picked Tuk up and smoothed back her disheveled braids. "Has sissy been teasing you?"

Tuk, who was breathless from too much laughter, whipped her head towards you, playfully hissing like a giant scary monster.

You hissed back, teeth bared.

"That's enough," Neytiri warned, glaring at you before taking Tuk off to bathe.

You sighed, still faintly smiling. Before you could wander off again, Jake whistled for your attention, beckoning you over. "C'mere baby."

You walked over to your father, allowing him to pull you close. You had a twinkle in your eyes, but Jake could tell it had been there long before you arrived home. "What's got you all smiley, huh?"

You shrugged, avoiding his prying eyes.

"There's something you're not tellin' me," Jake said, mischievously crawling his fingers up your side. "Don't make me coax it out of you."

You slapped his hand away, chuckling. "I'm not Tuk's age. Your tricks don't work on me anymore." Exhausted from torturing Tuk, you lowered onto your knees, resting your head on Jake's thigh.

He stroked your head, gazing down at you. His heart swelled in his chest. "Yeah, but you'll always be my little girl."

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Part 2 coming soon

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Jake Sully x Daughter Reader

your first flight

alienated pt 1

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midnight fights

jake as a father headcanons

daddy's little girl pt. 1

daddy's little girl pt. 2

daddy's little girl pt. 3

Lo'ak

lo'ak headcanons

Neteyam

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Etëyna (female OC)

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could i request a part two of alienated? more angst plss

Alienated pt 2

Jake Sully x Daughter reader, featuring brotherly Neteyam this time :) angst angst ANGST trigger warning: mentions of drowning 2862 word count

Jake became more hyper-aware of your detachment, of the fogginess clouding your eyes. He woke you up every morning for breakfast, despite Neytiri insisting that he let you rest, smoothing back your hair.

"Hey there, baby girl, it's time to get up," he whispered, leaving soft kisses on your forehead.

You groaned, trying to push against your father's chest, but your advances were weak, still weighted with exhaustion. "A little longer..."

Jake caught the hand trying to shoo him away and kissed the palm. "You have to eat."

I'm not hungry, you tried to mumble as strong arms wrapped around your back, sitting you upright.

Lo'ak rolled his eyes, chewing loudly. "You coddle her more than Tuk."

Neytiri's glare was icy. "Leave your sister alone."

Food began to lose its taste, its texture. Berries were mush in your mouth, sticking to your teeth. It was a robotic routine every morning; open mouth, chew the berries, swallow the mush.

Jake, who monitored your every bite, failed to notice as you snuck your leftovers to Tuk, who devoured them hungrily.

It became harder to keep up with your brothers. They were fitting in so easily, so seamlessly, splashing around in the water while your toes still curled into the shore's sand.

Neteyam caught your eye, smiling breathlessly. "C'mon, little sister!"

Lo'ak took Neteyam's distraction as an opportunity to tackle him underwater. More splashing and shouting. They had not a care in the world.

You watched longingly from afar, breath shallow.

Everybody adored Neteyam, the prodigy, the good son. He was polite, charming. Lo'ak had charisma on his side, however reckless he might be. You didn't understand what Tsireya saw in him.

But you were still the demon. The traitor to her people. Your slender hands were a pitting reminder of the humans threatening to eradicate the Navi. You were the closest thing the Metkayina had for someone to blame.

You tried to ignore their whispers, jeers, and stares, but they haunted you. And even though you weren't responsible, even though your hands were bloodless, the shame was insurmountable.

You dreamed of their hatred, of war, of death. Their faces were twisted, vengeful.

DEMON DEMON DEMON DEMON

You woke up gasping, eyes slicing open, shooting upright.

It was dark out, the moon casting an eerie glow.

"Little sister?"

You flinched when a cold hand grazed your arm.

Neteyam, still groggy with sleep, was gazing up at you from where he lay. He frowned, then stilled, a realization dawning. Neteyam sat up quickly, the blankets slipping down his chest. "What is wrong?"

"Nothing," you dismissed.

He gripped your shoulders, holding you steady. "You are breathing fast."

You hadn't realized it, but you were. Instantly, you masked your panic, replacing it with composure. Though, beneath your chest, your heart was frantically racing with the recollection of your nightmare.

Neteyam inspected you thoroughly. "Did you have a bad dream?"

"No. I'm fine." He shook off his hands from your shoulders.

"Y/n--"

"Goodnight, brother." You lay back down, back toward him, and wrapped your arms around your stomach.

Some days, you felt everything at once.

On others, you felt nothing at all.

Life became survival--blinking, breathing, eating, sleeping. You slipped Tuk your leftover berries and endured lessons with Ao'nug and pretended to feel at home despite this impossible weight on your shoulders, these mountains you hauled. The pressure was crippling, overwhelming, but you fooled everyone. You deceived them with unnerving composure, even as hell reigned inside, drowning you alive.

Ao'nug told you to breathe; he told you to concentrate, the two of you cross-legged on the sandy beach, the tide ebbing.

He called you stubborn.

You called him a skxawng.

He would look at you too long, smirk a bit, and refrain from saying something prodding at his tongue.

Ao'nug rambled on and on about the way of the water, about this spiritual connection you couldn't quite understand. Sometimes, when you looked out at the horizon, you had the fleeting urge to run, to chase the sun, and never look back.

One night, you did. Or, at least, you tried.

A storm had blown in, rain pelting down, thunder cracking. The waters were rough, splashing mercilessly against the boardwalk.

Your family was asleep. Tuk clung to Neytiri, fearing the thunderstorm.

The wind howled so loudly that they didn't hear you rise up. You moved stealthily, creeping over their sprawled limbs and curled tails, careful not to nudge them.

When you emerged from the Marui pod, rain soaked your skin. It poured so heavily and thickly that you couldn't see more than three feet in front of you. You lowered down to your hands and knees, maneuvering by touch, feeling your way to the edge of the boardwalk.

Even amid a storm, the bioluminescent water glowed, golden fish swimming around.

Lightning struck from the clouds, brightening the sky in whiteness.

Something in the ocean's depths called out to you, extending a chilling hand.

You carefully submerged in the warm water. It rose to your ankles, knees, waist, ribs, and throat. Your grip on the ledge loosened. You didn't bother filling your lungs with air.

You couldn't hear the thunder underwater. You couldn't hear anything. The weight of your body sank you farther and farther from the surface, towards the coral and seaweed. You looked up, seeing the ripples as rain fell and white flashes as lightning struck.

Your chest began to tighten, but you didn't fight against it. When air bubbles escaped your mouth, you didn't swim back up.

You didn't know what was possessing you. Only Lo'ak acting this recklessly, this foolishly. But you closed your eyes nonetheless.

Here, at the bottom of the ocean, there were no demons. No whispers, no jeers, no stares. Here there was nobody, and you took comfort in that loneliness.

The pressure against your chest was dizzying. Your lungs burned, your skin felt raw.

Just a little bit longer...

The first involuntary breath caused your body to jerk, cramping your stomach. The water forced through your sealed lips, flooded your mouth, and dragged down your throat.

Your body finally hit the ocean floor, sand picking up around you.

Another spasmodic breath of water filled your lungs.

It hurts...

You clawed and grasped your surroundings, but all you held were fistfuls of sand. It felt like your skull might implode, the pressure was too great, too insufferable.

Unable to bear it, you opened your eyes. Grains of sand dirtied the water, floating around in clouds. But somewhere above, somewhere in the spotty distance, you saw a boy.

A boy swimming toward you, his hand extended.

You lifted your arm, reaching out to him...

But then there was silence, a blanket of consuming nothingness.

You understood it then, the way of the water.

"She is just as deadly as she is beautiful."

You were drifting outside yourself, gazing down upon this poor girl, limp and motionless, with braids and gangly limbs you didn't even recognize.

Take me away... Take me far, far away...

Hands.

You felt so many hands, so many fingers dragging you away. You felt so light, so peaceful, lost in a fog--until your face broke through the water's surface and raging sound bombarded your ears.

"DAD!" someone cried out. "LO'AK! MOTHER! SOMEBODY, PLEASE!"

Arms were holding you tightly, keeping you afloat, but you couldn't move. You felt so distant from reality, consciousness slipping through your fingers.

There was more screaming, more thunder. Someone was calling your name in the distance. Raindrops slid down your cheeks, patting against your closed eyelids.

"Neteyam? NETEYAM?! BOY, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN THE-- oh my god..."

"Dad, she's not waking up!"

"Lift her up! NOW, LIFT HER UP! Careful, watch her head."

More hands gripping you, hauling you out. The water glided down your chest, your legs. You were tossed onto land, limbs sprawled, hair sticking against your skin.

"I-- I saw her wake up and sh--she went outside. I didn't think she would go in the water--"

Someone pressed their ear against your chest, listening to the faintness of your heartbeat. Wet hair was smoothed away from your face.

"Is she breathing?!"

"Hold her chin up." This voice was deep and commanding.

"Dad--sir, I'm sorry--"

"NETEYAM, PLEASE!"

Your lips were pried apart, mouth filling with rain.

"Breathe into her mouth twice when I stop compressions."

Lips were pressed against yours, two gusts of warm air forced down your windpipe and into your depleted lungs.

There was a hard and fast pressure against your chest, rhythmic beats.

When the pumping stopped, your mouth was parted, chin tilted up.

"C'mon baby girl, c'mon!"

"Breathe, little sister, please breathe."

The fog in your mind began to clear, noises and voices solidifying. Blood flowed steadily through you, returning color to your paled skin. Your fingers twitched in a puddle of cold rainwater.

When the pressure commenced again, you felt a strike of sharp pain, like being slapped awake from a never-ending nightmare.

You gasped, eyes snapping open.

Two shadowy figures hovered above you.

Immediately, you flipped onto your side, throwing up the saltwater swallowed by your lungs. Your body convulsed, but a hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, another holding you steady.

"Oh, great mother, thank you," someone prayed, a voice you vaguely recognized.

You suffered a fit of severe coughs, every crisp breath burning your throat like swallowing fire. Your arms trembled as they struggled to hold you upright, but eventually, you collapsed onto your back, fatigue paralyzing you.

"My baby girl," someone rasped, drawing your head onto their lap. "Open those eyes for me. C'mon, sweetheart, look at me."

Dad...

You struggled to move, to speak. Your body was so tired, so drained. All you wanted to do was eternally sleep.

"Little sister..." Someone held your hand, squeezed it encouragingly.

Neteyam...

Your eyes cracked open, met by the darkness of night.

Jake leaned over, shielding the rain from touching you. "There you are, there's my pretty girl."

You blinked several times, droplets clinging to your lashes. "D-Daddy--" you croaked, sucking in short ragged breaths. Your throat felt blistered and raw--skinned.

"Daddy's here. I'm right here, baby," he reassured, gingerly removing the dark wet strands from your cheeks. Raindrops dripped down his grave face. "I need you to take big breaths for me, okay? Big deep breaths."

Your body began trembling from the shock of almost-drowning, recalling the tearing at your lungs, the heaviness. Panicking, your eyes dodged around, unable to see anything as rain poured, obscuring your surroundings. Neteyam was kneeling at your side, something torturing his eyes.

Jake held the back of your head, turning your face towards him. "Hey, hey, hey. Baby, look at me."

Your gazes locked.

"Breathe," he commanded, resting a calloused hand above your heart. "Breathe for me."

Everything felt suffocating, smothering, but you complied, dragging in a long inhale, your chest rising.

"That's it, good girl," Jake sighed. "Now exhale."

Your chest fell, exhaling slowly.

"Neteyam, go inside and get some blankets for your sister," Jake ordered.

Neteyam didn't move, still fearfully holding onto your hand. He couldn't shake the visions of your lifeless body resting at the bottom of the sea.

"Son, please," Jake begged, more softly. "She's not going anywhere. I got her, go."

Your brother's comforting touch slipped away, leaving your hand barren and cold.

Jake gazed down at you, his expression hardening. Veins pulsed in his neck. "What the hell were you thinking, coming out here alone during a thunderstorm?" he hissed, a tone you had only ever heard him use on your brothers. "You could've died, y/n, you realize that? You scared the living hell out of your brother and me." Jake shook his head, disappointment marring his face.

You couldn't bare the sight of it.

"I do," you whispered, but the confession got lost in the rain. Your lips began to quiver, eyes glistening. "I just couldn't take it anymore."

Jake's brows furrowed, squinting a bit.

Neteyam should've let me drown.

"Take what?" he asked, but you wished he wouldn't. The truth was too ugly, too broken--the shards were too sharp to pick up. But you were already bleeding.

"Everything," you said, blinking back tears. "I just wanted it to stop."

Jake's face fell in horror as he finally understood. He looked back out at the ocean, at its infiniteness. If Neyteam hadn't heard you, if he hadn't been there... Jake imagined waking up to one less child in the Marui; he imagined scrambling to find you, searching for a body on land that was rotting on the abandoned ocean floor. He wondered how long it would have taken for you to be found.

Jake gazed back down at you, his anger dissipating, replaced by dread.

A sob broke past your lips, cleaving through the taut silence. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

You broke down right then and there, head resting on his lap as the rain beat your skin. Jake's face drained of color. His eyes were vacant, unreadable, still processing fragments of the truth. Your small frame trembled as you cried, eyes screwed shut, the rain washing away each tear. When it finally sunk in, a surge of protectiveness caused Jake to cradle you in his arms, holding the back of your head.

You buried your face into his chest, clinging to him desperately.

"Everything's gonna be okay," Jake said, more so to himself, pressing a kiss to your forehead and holding you closer. His jaw clenched tightly. "Just let it out, sweetheart. Let it all out. I'm right here. Daddy's here." Jake rubbed soothing circles on your thigh with his thumb, peppering your head with gentle kisses.

When your sobs turned to hyperventilation, the memory of drowning haunting you, Jake pulled his face back from yours in panic. "Hey hey hey, easy now. Easy." He placed a hand on your chest, nerves spiking when he felt the quick palpitations. You were putting too much stress on your heart that had nearly stopped beating a few moments ago.

You wheezed, breath broken up by gasps and sobs. You squirmed on Jake's lap, writhing feet sliding against the slippery boardwalk, nails biting into your balled fists.

"Baby, look at me. I need you to calm down. Your heart is working too hard." Jake took one of your clenched hands and uncurled the fingers, holding them flat over his chest, above his heart. "Remember what I said about breathing? Big deep breaths, baby. Like this." Jake inhaled deeply, your hand moving as his chest expanded.

Coughing between short strained breaths, you struggled to follow your father's even pace. You grit your teeth, whimpering, shaking your head in frustration. You tried to wriggle out of his iron grip, resisting, but Jake kept your hand firmly against his chest.

"I know, I know, baby," Jake cooed, voice unsteady. You tried and failed to escape, to fight back, but as much as it tortured him to see you suffer, Jake was unyielding, holding you in place. This was for your own good. "I'm sorry, Daddy's so sorry, but I need you to breathe. I can't let you go until I see some deep breaths. Please, baby girl, for me. Do it for me."

Your eyes shimmered as you gazed up at your father, his face distorted by spilling tears.

Jake never took his eyes off you as he slowly inhaled again, relief washing over him when he noticed you attempting to follow along. After a few tempered breaths, your tears subsided, whimpers turning to meek sniffles.

"Good girl, that's it," Jake sighed, softly smiling at your calm appearance. He checked the state of your heart, relieved to find it easing down. "You did so well. I'm so proud of you, baby."

Overworked and exhausted, your eyes began to droop, the tension slacking in your muscles. "Home," you mumbled, unable to stay awake much longer.

Jake caressed your cheek. "Yeah baby, we're goin' home."

Jake scooped you into his arms, carrying you back inside the dry Marui pod where Neteyam had gathered a collection of blankets.

"Ma y/n, oh my daughter!" Neytiri gasped, collapsing to her knees as Jake laid you down. She wrapped a blanket tightly around your shivering body, wiping the rain from your face. Neytiri's eyes sliced toward Jake. "What happened to her?"

Jake stared at you, his heart clenching in woe.

You gulped. "I went into the water," you answered, guilt-ridden. "Mama, I'm sorry..."

Neytiri froze, her hands stilling.

"Your daughter almost drowned," Jake said roughly, something troubling his expression.

You couldn't meet your mother's eyes as she cried out, a sound so guttural you nearly flinched. She held you against her chest, cradling your head like when you were an infant.

You listened to Neytiri's heart as she prayed to Eywa. It was so fast you thought it might burst.

Suddenly, she took your face in her hands. "Don't you ever do that again, child. Don't you ever leave us again!" Neytiri sobbed, pulling you into a stifling hug. "Oh, great mother, protect my daughter. Great mother, protect her..."

Jake gently kissed Neytiri's shoulder, thanking Eywa for your survival in silence.

[littlerizzler]

An additional Sully fam member, perhaps a healer that’s Lo’ak’s age?

Etëyna

Female OC I just made up Daughter of Jake and Neytiri, Lo'ak's twin sis enjoy :)

Etëyna and Lo'ak were twins. Other than sharing their father's five-fingered hands and valiant heart, they couldn't be any more different.

Growing up, Lo'ak was a fireball, running around and causing mayhem.

He was a whirlwind, the devil in disguise. Immature and free-spirited and pain in everyone's ass.

Etëyna, on the other hand, Etëyna was a breath of life.

She a gentle wind to her brother's deadly storm

Neytiri always called Etëyna her little forest child because she carried Pandora in her soul and spirit

She was a balance of strength and beauty, silly and serious. She was a dreamer with her feet still on the ground, the kind of child who could find sunshine in a rainstorm.

Jake would always be chasing after her, not like how he did with Lo'ak as he fled from trouble, but because Etëyna was always running straight into the forest, answering the voices that called to her.

Jake would scoop her up, carrying her back to the village over his shoulder.

"No Daddy, please!" she'd beg, beating her small fists against his back.

Jake would always cave, making her promise to not tell Neytiri before letting her run off. He'd gaze after Etëyna, still astonished at how this child, this little girl full of so much wonder, was really his daughter.

Etëyna's soul was made of wildflowers and laughter. She was boundless and unapologetically free. She found home in the forest of Pandora, so attuned to the songs of birds and animals that roamed.

Lo'ak and her were inseparable. One was not found without the other. They'd go on midnight swims in the bioluminescent pond and have races on who could climb trees the fastest.

When Etëyna got hurt, Lo'ak was always there. He always came. There was a special bond linking them, like a string tethering them together. It was truly fascinating how their spirits moved as one, a connection so strong not even Mo'at--the great spiritual leader--could define it.

As they grew older, entering their teens, Lo'ak become more reckless. Etëyna became more curious. She began learning from the healers, fascinated by their elixirs and remedies.

Mo'at would send her off to the forest to collect special plants and herbs. When Etëyna returned with them all, Mo'at could hardly believe it. Each mission she sent her on was a secret test. The flowers and leaves Etëyna easily found were the rarest of Pandora, mere myths. They remained undiscovered, hidden under the moss and vines, until Etëyna was born.

The forest guided her, tugging at her chest.

She was proof that Eywa existed, that the Great Mother could bestow a piece of herself onto the land.

Etëyna was the most protected girl in the village. Not only was she the daughter of Toruk Makto, but she was also the daughter of Tsahìk, the sister of the heir, the twin to the troublemaker.

Her brothers were always at her side.

Jake made Neteyam promise that he'd always keep a watchful eye on Etëyna, since Lo'ak could be oblivious at times, and he did.

Neytiri taught Etëyna how to shoot her first arrow.

"Stay steady, chin up," Neytiri would direct, guiding Etëyna's hands.

She was always better at healing than archery.

Being raised by Tsahìk, the dauntless archeress respected by all, Neytiri taught Etëyna how to be an angel standing in hellfire. She taught her eldest daughter how to make men drop to their knees.

Etëyna might appear to be an elegant flower, but she was lethal when provoked. She took after Neytiri in that sense.

When Lo'ak had the genius idea of visiting the old battlefield and a group of Avatars kidnapped them, taking Lo'ak, Spider, Kiri, and Tuk hostage, Etëyna escaped undetected.

She hid out in the obscuring trees, observing from above, calculating her plan of attack.

But it was when her siblings were held at gunpoint, knives pressed against their throats, that she became feral.

She killed the stray Avatars keeping lookout first, silent and swift with the knife Jake always made her carry.

Etëyna prowled around the others, blending with the forest as darkness fell. Only her yellow eyes glowed through the leaves.

Foolishly, Quaritch dispatched more of his men to scope the forest, each one sent to their deaths.

By the time Jake, Neytiri, and Neteyam arrived, the trail of lifeless bodies she left turned their blood cold. The children must have put up a fair fight, they thought. The children, the children...

But soon Jake caught sight of Etëyna in the shadows, her back pressed against the trunk of a tree. He knew instantly.

Jake and Neytiri finished the others off. Bullets fired. Arrows flew. Neteyam grabbed his sister's arm and the two of them fled upon Jake's orders. But Etëyna kept on looking back, making sure her other siblings were safe. Neytiri was dragging Kiri by her bound wrists. Lo'ak was carrying Tuk, ducking from flying bullets.

"DON'T LOOK BACK!" Neteyam yelled at her, squeezing her blood-stained hand. "THEY'RE SAFE. KEEP RUNNING."

Etëyna didn't realize the crimes she's committed, hadn't had a moment to think straight, until her family stopped running, hiding in the forest as a helicopter took Quaritch away with Spider.

Jake was hugging his sons, relieved that they were alive and unharmed. But then his eyes found his daughter's, and he watched as the realization dawned on her. As she lifted her palms and saw the blood that covered them.

It was her first kill.

She'd killed six men.

Her hands began to tremble, face transfixed in shock.

"Etëyna," Jake whispered, releasing his sons.

She was repulsed by herself, by the rage that overcame her. "What have I done?" she mumbled, mouth drying, stomach churning. Tears welled in her eyes. "What have I done?"

Jake caught her before Etëyna could collapse, holding her trembling body as she sobbed.

"You acted on instincts," Jake tried to reassure, stroking her braids. "You were protecting your siblings."

Etëyna's voice broke. "I'm a monster..."

Etëyna's greatest weakness was her empathy. Her heart, however valiant it might be, was too big for her chest. She carried kindness in her eyes, generosity at her fingertips, and love in her words. It was both a blessing and a curse, to feel so deeply.

But when she was angry, that kindness turned cold, that generosity turned hostile, that love turned bitter. Etëyna might be sunlight but she was also thunder. She was a walking nightmare with her mother's eyes and her father's heart.

She could wear a smile like a loaded gun.

[littlerizzler]

Can you write an avatar fic about Jake silly’s daughter (about Netayam’s age maybe) then she has a argument with Jake about her safety, he gets really mad and says something hurtful to her. (He is only worried about her tho) Then they don’t talk the rest of the night before they all go to bed. Then Jake wakes up in the middle of the night to apologise because he feels bad and he loves her, but she’s gone. He gets really worried and scared and starts looking for her. When he finds her she is in the forest, lost. She runs into his arms and he asks if she’s okay and stuff. Then they get home and he gets really mad at her. She says sorry and Jake starts to cry. He then says to her that he just loves her too much to loose her. They have a father daughter moment. And you can do the rest. You can change anything just as long as we get to see protective Jake😍

Midnight Fights

Angst, fluff, protective Jake Sully x Daughter reader, even more funny Lo'ak brother content Independent and badass y/n I added a bit of a twist to this :)

After fleeing the forest when the Sky People descended, Jake wasted no time in gathering a war party to fight against the humans. You'd never seen your father so tense, so on edge. He taught you and your siblings how to wield a gun. How to aim. How to shoot.

"Precautions," he told you.

Lo'ak was ecstatic, eyeing the gun like he might mate with it.

Jake never wanted to see his children hold a gun, not after the first war against the Sky People. Not after all the blood and death.

But it was inevitable. He wouldn't always be there to protect you. You needed more than wooden arrows and a flimsy bow. You needed a weapon that could kill.

After the clan's first sabotage against the human forces, more lives had been lost than Jake expected. They'd been ambushed without warning or time to escape. Since then, he allowed Lo'ak and Neteyam to be spotters in the sky in case enemy aircraft came to attack while on missions. They were to yelp out, alerting the war party, then fly straight back to the fortress in the mountains, far away from the battle.

But you were never allowed to join. Being Jake's daughter meant staying in the fortress. It meant caring for the wounded and watching over your sisters while your parents and brothers fought. You were the first girl of the family, a few months younger than Lo'ak, but fought better than both your brothers combined. You could shoot an arrow at any distance. You never missed.

"Daddy, I could be an asset!" you pleaded, following your father as he prepared for battle; sheathing his knives, slinging his battle band across his chest, and tying his rider's mask around his forehead.

Jake, however, was stubbornly resistant. Unconvincable. "You're to stay here and take care of your sisters. Don't make me tell you again."

"But I'm a warrior like you. I'm supposed to fight and protect my people." Jake glared down at you. "You're protecting your people by keeping your ass here."

"I can understand letting Neteyam go, but Lo'ak? You and I both know I'm more qualified than him."

Jake took in a tempered breath, a muscle in his jaw feathering. "This isn't about qualification."

"Then what is it?" you cried. "Keeping me here just because I am a girl isn't a good enough excuse--"

"Y/N!" Jake snapped, causing you to straighten upright. He pointed towards the healer's tents. "You're waiting with your grandmother until the war party returns. End of discussion." He marched off to his Ikran, leaving you standing alone, heartbroken.

The war party was to attack a Sky People's train transporting ammunition and weaponry. Spies had gathered information on the exact time the train would enter uncharted enemy territory, exposed for the clan's attack.

You'd overhead the plans over the past months, spying on Jake as he conferred with the archers. If successful, the clan would have access to the advanced technology the Sky People created. Without that advantage, the playing fields were even.

You made your way towards the healer's tent, not able to watch as the war party departed. It hurt too much, accepting that you'd always be a child in the eyes of your father. You were capable of so much more. You're potential exceeded that of any warrior in the clan.

Spare armor discarded in a basket caught your attention. You'd never disobeyed your father. Spoken out of term, yes, but never lashed out. Lo'ak was the rebellious one. You'd seen all the trouble Jake gave him and learned not to cross boundaries. But something about the armor was so tempting.

You looked back towards the Ikrans about to take flight.

I am a warrior.

You dressed into the protective garb as quickly as you could; fastening a feathered riding mask around your forehead, sliding on leg guards and leather arm guards, and wrapping a cummerbund around your ribs. You smeared your face in colorful tribal war paint, decorating your arms in bands of stripes.

Someone whistled, signaling the departure. You snatched up your bow and quiver and dashed off towards the Ikrans, staying out of Jake's line of sight. Your Ikran, Ishka, was resting peacefully, wings sweeping the ground.

You whistled for her attention and she straightened in alarm.

"C'mon girl, tanhì! We've got a war to fight."

You mounted on Ishka, bonding the tendrils of your queue to hers. As the war party took the sky, so did you, lingering in the back of the formation to remain unnoticed. The war party emerged from the hidden mountains, soaring towards the train tracks the Sky People had set.

"Y/N!" someone hissed.

You whipped your head around to see Neteyam and Lo'ak flying at your sides.

"What are you doing here? Dad will kill you!" Neteyam exclaimed.

"Go back to the fortress, now," Lo'ak ordered. You'd never seen him so serious.

"What, afraid of a little competition?" you smirked.

Your brothers remained grave. They've always been so insufferably overprotective.

You checked ahead to make sure Jake wasn't within earshot. "Dad can't stop me from fighting. Besides, we're only spotters."

"No, Lo'ak and I are spotters," Neteyam corrected. "You are to be watching Kitty and Tuk."

"Spider will watch them."

"That skxawng!" Neteyam crowed. "Tuk could crush him with her own bear hands."

"That's his problem, not mine," you shrugged, but something twisted in your gut, making you uneasy. You caught Neteyam's eye, holding the contact. "Don't tell Dad brother, please."

Lo'ak and Neteyam exchanged tentative looks.

Lo'ak shook his head, cursing under his breath. "And they say I'm the crazy one."

The war party hid behind the mountains, waiting for the train to pass through. When it did, the clan dropped bombs, exploding the tracks. The speeding train was sent flying off its rails. Nearby helicopters were taken down too.

And so the fight began.

The war party ransacked the train, taking as much ammo and weapons as they could carry.

You and your brothers circled above, keeping your eyes keen for any signs of approaching attackers.

"Bro, we have got to get down there!" Lo'ak said eagerly.

"No way! Dad will skin us," Neteyam protested.

"Lo'ak, don't be ridiculous!" you snapped.

"C'mon, don't be such wusses." Lo'ak grinned mischievously, gliding down to the battlefield.

"Lo'ak! Get back here you--" Neteyam groaned, chasing after his reckless younger brother.

"Neteyam!" you cried, watching helplessly as your brothers descended. You looked back up at the mountains, debating whether to stay or follow. The skies seemed safe. No signs of a possible ambush.

Stupid stupid stupid!

You leaned forward and Ishka dove, spreading her mighty wings. You dismounted her quickly, running after your brothers who were near the crowd gathering weapons from crates.

Lo'ak got his hands on a gun twice the size of his body. He yelped out in native celebration, raising his gun in the air manically.

"Are you insane!" you hissed, shoving at Lo'ak's chest.

He stumbled back, almost tripping over an empty crate.

Neteyam caught his arm, yanking him to the side. "You don't even know how to use it."

Lo'ak removed the safety lock from the gun and reloaded the cartridge, prepared to fire. He grinned devilishly. "Dad taught me."

You shook your head in frustration. "You're going to get yourself killed."

"Oh lighten up little sis, you know you want one," he said, waving the gun teasingly in front of your face. Lo'ak practiced aiming, raising the gun toward the sky, and squinting against the sun.

The crates were almost empty. Only a few train cars remained.

You tugged at Neteyam's arm. "We should get back. There's no one watching the sky."

"You guys are so boring," Lo'ak whined. "When's the next time we're gonna be able to hold guns without Dad around. Huh?"

Neteyam rolled his eyes. "You need new hobbies."

In the distance, you heard Ishka squawk. You turned, tilting your head in confusion, but then, someone began to yap in distress, a warning signal. The three of you looked up to see gunships emerging around the mountains. Before you could react, missiles were firing from their launchers. Explosions erupted all around.

"FALL BACK!" someone shouted. "FALL BA--"

Another explosion sent them hurdling through the sky.

Your eyes were transfixed in horror.

"Bro, c'mon!" Lo'ak yelled, dashing forward.

Neteyam grabbed your arm, dragging you away. You hurriedly ran over the rubble and debris, fleeing as more explosions trembled the earth. The air was clouded in thick dust and smoke. You were climbing over a large crate, Neteyam holding your hand when a blinding light flashed before your eyes. You were suddenly blasted into the air, plumes of smoke billowing upwards. It felt like a blow to your chest. A sharp, strong hit that squeezed the air from your lungs. Your ears began to ring, dulling out the screams. You hit the ground forcefully, your limp body tumbling.

The explosions reverberated off the rocky mountain walls.

You were lying on your stomach, face-down, smothered in the dirt.

Get up... You have to run. They're attacking. Neteyam and Lo'ak...

You could barely flex your fingers. Sounds were muffled. Lights were colorful spots. You could feel the heat of fire, the ground shaking.

The screams came from all directions, floating around.

You wondered if you were screaming too.

You couldn't tell. You couldn't think straight.

As soon as the first missile struck, Jake was running for his children, searching the battlefield of dead bodies and metal scraps. "LO'AK! NETEYAM!" he yelled, nimble and quick-footed as he leaped over obstacles. His heart was racing a million miles a minute. "LO'AK WHERE ARE YOU! NETEYAM!" he called, surging through the obscuring smoke, glowing embers drifted in the air. Everything was disfigured and foggy. He could hardly see the path in front of him.

Lo'ak, disoriented and in shock, materialized through the smoke. He stood up, swaying, but Jake brought him back down. "Easy, easy," he soothed, gripping Lo'ak's shoulders. "You okay?" He searched his son's body for any wounds, overcome with relief when there were none. "Where's your brother?"

"Dad," someone faintly croaked, coughing several times.

Jake shot upright, swerving around to see Neteyam regaining consciousness. He was rolling onto his side, wincing as he tried to sit up.

Jake scrambled over to him, inspecting his face, his back. No exit wounds. Jake gripped the back of Neteyam's neck, pulling him close. "What are you doing here boy, what the hell were you thinking?!"

"Y/n," Neteyam mumbled, his voice weak. He looked into his father's eyes, consumed with fear.

Jake's face slackened. "What did you say?"

"Y/n," Neteyam panted. "She's...She's here."

"What do you mean she's here. You fucking brought her?!" Jake seethed. He'd given you direct orders to stay at the camps with Kiri and Tuk. The only ones authorized to be lookouts were Lo'ak and Neteyam.

"We're sorry, sir," Lo'ak whispered, bowing his head.

"I don't give a damn if you're sorry! Where the hell is she?"

Neteyam and Lo'ak exchanged panicked looks.

Jake's voice lowered. "Where is your sister?"

Neteyam gulped. "I was holding her hand, but then the explosion happened and--"

Jake stood up, dragging his sons with him by the necks. "Get your asses out of here. Go on!"

He didn't stay to watch them stumble ahead to their Ikrans. Jake was already prowling the battlefield, scouring for you. "Y/N!" he called out, praying for a response. He was met with nerve-racking silence.

Jake climbed onto one of the fallen gunships for a better view from higher ground. His eyes widened in horror at the smear of fresh blood along the gunship's panel.

"Oh no..."

He caught sight of a lifeless body on the ground, momentarily frozen in fear. He slid down the wing of the aircraft, checking the face of the victim. It wasn't you, but then he saw another torn body and a third farther away. Blood and bullet wounds. Wailing and cracking gunshots. Jake was taken back to the war, taken back to the screaming and torture, to the bodies on stretchers and amputated limbs.

His daughter was somewhere here.

It was becoming harder and harder to breathe.

Jake lept over a bolder, collapsing to his knees before a body with your same braids. Carefully, he turned the body over. Breath escaped him at the sight of your face, the cut along your cheekbone.

You groaned as he moved you onto your back. Your muscles were clenched, as stiff as wood.

"Y/n, baby girl..."

Voices echoed and withered, as loud as a whisper.

Your vision was spotty but clear enough to see the blur of your dad hovering over you.

You tried to say his name, but you choked on the words, throat tight like a hand was squeezing it.

"Shit shit shit." Jake held the back of your neck as he raised you off the ground, checking for an exit wound along your spine. He released a held breath, resting you back down, searching the rest of your body. There was a gash at your hip, but nothing fatal.

"D-Dad," you strained out, struggling to inhale. "D-Dad, I c-can-n't---"

"It's okay, it's okay." Jake cupped your face, stroking your hair back. "I'm gonna get you outta here. Stay strong for me."

Jake stood up, grabbed hold of your wrist and calf, and hoisted you onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. It was an old marine technique he'd learned in combat training, practically second nature for him now. It was only used for the fatality wounded, the ones unable to stand. If you had told Jake fourteen years ago that he'd be using it on his daughter, you would've sent him into cardiac arrest.

As the war party flew back towards their fortresses in the mountains, you leaned against Jake's chest as he held you upright. Tuk was already eagerly waiting as the Ikrans landed, squawking and flapping their wings.

You were strong enough to stand as Jake helped you down, not releasing his hands from your waist until he was certain you were steady. In an instant, Jake's face hardened, watching Lo'ak and Neteyam dismount, his prior anger returning.

"Fall in!" he ordered.

Neteyam walked forward, guilt-ridden. Lo'ak stayed close to his Ikran, head hung in shame.

"You're supposed to be spotters. You spot bogies and call them in. From a distance! Does any of this sound familiar?" he said, directing most of his speech to Neteyam who could barely meet his father's eyes. Jake spotted Lo'ak cowering meekly. "Get here!" he beseeched, shoulders broad.

Lo'ak trudged over, eyes trailing to the ground. You had the urge to reach out and hold his hand. Jake was always so strict with both of them. "Jesus, I let you two geniuses fly a mission and you disobey direct orders," he sighed. "Not to mention you almost got your sister killed!"

Neytiri appeared, confused at the commotion. Her eyes unknowingly passed over you, not recognizing the girl beneath the armor and war paint. Something tensed in her body. She looked back at you, gasping. "My child..."

"I came on my own doing," you declared, chin raised.

Jake pointed a finger at you threateningly. "We will speak about that later."

"You allowed your sister to come!" Neytiri hissed through clenched teeth at her sons, eyes blazing.

Lo'ak and Neteyam shrank down.

"It was not their fau--"

You felt someone's hand graze your arm and turned to find Kiri inspecting the wound at your hip. The blood had dried but the gash was still deep and prone to infection. "Are you in pain?" she asked gravely.

"Kitty, can you go help your grandmother with the wounded, please," Jake asked, his tone noticeably softening in the presence of his other daughter.

Kiri looked into Jake's eyes, unyeilding and bitter. "My sister is wounded."

"Just go to her, please," he begged.

Tuk rushed to your side, checking your back for an exit wound like Jake had on the battlefield.

"Tuk, go with her, go!"

Kiri rolled her eyes, trudging off, taking hold of Tuk's hand.

Neteyam took a brave half-step forward, holding out his palms in apology. "D-Dad, sir, I-I take full responsibility--"

"Yeah, you do," Jake snapped, gritting his teeth. "That's right. Cause you're the older brother you gotta act like it."

"Ma Jake," Neytiri droned, eyeing him warningly. "Your daughter is actually bleeding."

You shook your head. "Mother, its fine."

She scowled at you.

Jake sighed, forehead lined deeply. "Just go and get patched up y/n, go on, dismissed." He shooed you away, running a hand down his tired face. Neytiri grabbed your arm tightly, pulling you away. She glared over her shoulder at Lo'ak and Neteyam.

***

"Ow...Ow!" you winced as your grandmother smeared a healing paste over your gash. It burned and prickled intensely.

"Stop squirming," she snapped. "You're more of a baby than Tuk."

You glared at her, biting your tongue as the pain returned.

Neytiri squeezed your hand, tucking dangling braids behind your ears. Her heart clenched at the sight of your distress, wanting to take it all away. "Ma y/n, my sweet child."

That night, you avoided Lo'ak and Neteyam. Your brothers had reaped the punishments of your rebelliousness, but you had the feeling they weren't ready to hear your apology. You avoided Jake most of all, avoided his lingering stare, his disappointment. Though, you couldn't shake Tuk from your side. She clung to you desperately, afraid you might leave unprompted again.

"I'm not going anywhere," you assured, kneeling before her.

Tuk's lip quivered. "I don't believe you! You left. You're not supposed to leave me!" Her voice broke, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Oh Tuk..."

Your little sister buried her face into your neck, wrapping her thin arms around your back as she sobbed. You held her close, kissing the top of her head.

"I will never leave you," you promised. "On Eywa, I swear."

But you did leave, that midnight, removing Tuk's arms from around your body, creeping out from your family's tent, and treading silently through the fortress. You found the bioluminescent stream that broke through the mountain and settled at its edge, dipping your hand in and gliding it around so the surface rippled.

You observed your disfigured reflection in the water, wondering if Toruk Makto's daughter would ever get her chance at a normal life. If she'd ever have the freedom to fight, to hunt, to protect her people. It was not a punishment to defend your clan, it was an honor. An honor only your brothers were awarded.

They were teenage boys, but to the Na'vi, they were men. You couldn't disagree more. Neteyam still hadn't kissed a girl. Lo'ak was so thin Tuk could snap his bones in two. But it didn't matter, at least not in your culture.

Unlike you, they didn't have to justify their courage. They didn't have to apologize for being warriors. They could be brash and wild and shoot as many arrows as they pleased.

It was times like these when you were so sick of being a girl.

Back in the tent, Jake was restless, tossing and turning in his sleep. Your unresolved argument was the heaviest burden weighing him. You'd broken his trust, flown straight into danger, and done exactly what he told you not to do, but he couldn't hold a grudge. Not against his baby girl.

Slipping soundlessly from under Neytiri's arms, he squinted through the darkness for your sleeping figure, crawling around until he stumbled across Tuk.

But you weren't with her.

Jake shot upright, searching the tent for you, accidentally tripping over Lo'ak in the process. Thankfully, his son slept like the dead.

But you were gone.

Jake broke through the tent flaps, checking on the Ikran's first. But Ishka was sleeping, undisturbed. On foot, you couldn't have gotten far. He rushed to the healer's tent next, hoping you had gotten up for more medicine, but the candles inside had been blown out.

Panic overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

This was his fault. He'd waited too long to speak with you and now you were gone...

The stream.

Jake dashed for the one place he could think of, the one place you always escaped to. Sometimes, in secrecy, he'd watch you from afar. With all the chaos over the past months, seeing you so serene was comforting, a small victory out of all the bloodshed and war.

When he reached the stream, relief calmed his racing heart at the sight of you. His lips settled into a soft smile. My baby girl.

He tentatively stepped forward. "You just love giving me heart attacks, don't you?"

Startled, you span around. Realizing it was only Jake, you turned back to the water, remaining stubbornly silent.

He sat down beside you, sighing. "You can't keep on running from me, baby."

More bitter silence.

Jake observed you, his paternal instincts strengthening as he felt your dejection. He touched your arm gently. "Talk to me, sweetheart."

"There's nothing to talk about," you muttered, shifting away from his hand.

"Then why'd you leave?"

You bit your cheek, your hand stilling in the water.

Jake eyed you in concern. His gaze fell upon your reflections in the water; father and daughter. Something inside him softened. "I know you're more qualified than Lo'ak."

You perked up, stunned.

"That kid is so careless he'd probably shoot a bullet through his own foot." Jake chuckled, shaking his head. "I know you're an asset. You are an asset. But y/n, as shit of spotters as your brothers may be, when they're out there, I can barely focus. They might be reckless and dumber than nails but they're my sons. Just like you're my daughter. My baby girl." Jake caressed your cheek, smoothing back your braids. Slowly, his face began to fall. "Y/n, if I allowed you to be out there, I'd constantly be worrying. And I can't do that. I can't do that to the clan. Your mother and I both...we can't keep an eye on all three of you. Lo'ak and Neteyam, honey, they just work better together. They fix each other's messes."

"So I just don't fit, is that it?"

"No. You're your own team. You're your own goddamn war party." Jake gazed at you, overcome with pride and admiration. "You don't think I don't see you during training? You're a menace out there. The best hunter I know, but don't tell your mother I said that."

Your eyes grew wide. The best? Did he really think that?

"When that ambush happened today, all I could think was that your brothers' bodies better not be lying on the ground. They better not be..." Jake swallowed, breathing deeply. "I couldn't even describe to you what it felt like when I realized you were there too, that you could've been those bodies I passed... I'm just--I'm not ready to see you fight because that comes with the risk of losing you."

"Daddy..." Your eyes prickled with tears.

You moved closer, nuzzling into the warmth of Jake's side. He wrapped his arm around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Ma y/n," he whispered, brimming with emotion.

You closed your eyes tightly, crawling up to hug him. You found home in his arms.

Jake held you against him, cradling the back of your head. "Oh, my sweet girl. My warrior."

[littlerizzler]

Hi love your writing! I would like to request a sully family reader where she struggles feeling like a part of the family, especially when they live with the metakayina people

Alienated

2028 words Angst, fluff, Jake Sully x Daughter reader, more funny Lo'ak brother content.

Everyone was incredible at something.

Jake was Toruk Makto. He was the clan leader, well-respected, a manic with a gun.

Neytiri was an archeress. She could kill with her eyes closed.

Neteyam was good at everything; archery, climbing, hunting, sparing. He came out of the womb perfect. He was, after all, the heir. Nothing less was expected.

Lo'ak was a menace and smug and a horrible flirt and sneaky and seemed to have the world unknowingly at his feet.

Kiri was a healer. Not officially, but she carried the forest in her eyes, her touch, her words. Something in her burned alive with magic.

Tuk was the baby. She was pure and youthful and too curious for her own good. She had the whole family wrapped around her finger. Lo'ak hated that.

You were nothing. You were Toruk Makto's daughter. You were Neteyam's little sister. You were someone's something. There can only be so many great people in a family before one goes unnoticed. You had been cast in a shadow the minute Tuk was born and there weren't enough hands to hold all five.

You loved all your siblings, but when they all stood, you never knew your place. It seemed that everyone excelled at something, even Lo'ak who only caused trouble.

But nothing ever stuck with you. Not archery or healing. The bow would only fumble in your grip. There were never any ill people to heal. Flying provided a brief escape, but it wasn't enough.

At night, sometimes you'd curl up into a ball and shrink inside yourself. Your family always thought you were asleep, but in secrecy, you were fading away, slowly, and no one ever noticed…

"BRO DID YOU SEE THAT SPIN I DID!" Lo'ak announced to Neteyam, bombarding into your family's quaint home. "My Ikran went up and nearly missed that cliff and then BAM, broke STRAIGHT THROUGH that waterfall!"

You were asleep, but more like drifting. Jake was sharpening his knives, monitoring his sons as they strolled inside.

Neteyam rolled his eyes. "You act as if I wasn't there."

"BUT YOU WEREN'T LOOKING--"

"Lo'ak," Jake hissed. "You'll wake up the whole village."

"BUT DAD I DID THE COOLEST SP--"

Jake raised his knife in warning.

Neteyam pulled his brother away.

When you stirred in your sleep, Jake's attention veered, a sudden clench in around his heart. You barely talked to him anymore, but Neytiri said it was just a girl thing. Something about being embarrassed around fathers. You were growing up, drifting farther away, and it scared the hell out of him.

Jake pulled the blanket higher over your shoulders and went back to sharpening.

But then the star in the sky appeared. Only, it wasn't a star. It was a nightmare. A nightmare that burned the forests as they decelerated. A nightmare that caused your entire clan to flee. A nightmare that had your father fighting and bombing trains and coming home covered in someone else's blood.

The first time it happened, Neytiri told you to bring him a wet washcloth. He was inside the tent, up in the mountains where the clan was seeking refuge. When you pulled the tent flaps back, stepping inside, you suddenly froze in horror.

You had never seen so much of it---so much redness. It stained his skin, his hands. He was unrecognizable.

Jake looked up, catching how transfixed you became. His eyes softened. "It's not mine, baby girl."

You had to remind yourself that whenever he returned. It's not his. It's not his. It's not his.

And when you saw your father again, he really was bleeding, a bone being slashed across his chest, leaving a streak of blood. He was no longer Toruk Makto, but someone he always would be. Even without the title, he would always be incredible.

You couldn't say the same for yourself.

Your family flew steadily on their Ikrans as they left the forest, leaving the only home you've ever known behind. The winds picked up farther across the sea, storms brewing, rain pelting. Jake was shouting orders, his eyes more focused on the five of you and Neytiri than the path ahead.

It was a days-long trip of non-stop flying. You could hardly keep your eyes open, the bond between your Ikran and you weakening as exhaustion arose.

Jake's Ikran nudged you with its wing, startling you awake. "Keep those eyes open for me," Jake said, smiling tenderly. "We're almost there."

The Metkayina clan lived within the reefs of Pandora. You had only ever heard rumors of their island, of the treacherous oceans they swam. They had only ever been a distant tale to you until you caught the first glimpses of the mainland.

You flew above the seawall terraces, soaring around the Metkayina villages until you settled on the sandy bay. The people began to surround you---curly-haired and turquoise-skinned with ripple-like stripes.

Neteyam helped you down from your Ikran. Appearing visibly weary, he leaned down, whispering, "Be brave. They are watching." They were, with gleaming eyes the color of the pale water's surface. You followed behind Jake, your brothers protectively on either side of you. Two boys around Neteyam's age eyed you, stalking around.

"Oel ngati kameie," you said in greeting, touching your hand to your forehead and bowing.

The boys didn't reciprocate the gesture.

Neteyam was so stunned you nearly laughed.

Tonowari, the clan leader came, along with more greetings, and more bowing. You were growing sick of it. The Metkayinas watched with prying eyes.

Then Ronal emerged from the crowd, tight-lipped, hesitant. She rounded your family, taking Neytiri's tail in her hands. "Their arms are thin," she scoffed. "Their tails are weak. You'll be slow in the water." Her eyes found you. She snatched up your five-fingered hands. A look of pure disgust overcame her features. "These children aren't even true Na'vi." She raised them up for all to see, to mock. "They have demon blood!"

The crowd gasped.

Your eyes were downcasted, utterly mortified.

"Look," Jake said, raising his own five-fingered hand in distraction. "Look."

Ronal dropped yours, but her touch still lingered. It still burned. Jake said you would adapt. Jake said his family would learn. I guess he'd been referring to all but one.

The water felt strange to you. Your lungs rejected the air they held. While Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Tuk swam off with the clan leader's children, you were left behind, floating in nothingness. You felt suspended through time, your muscles so relaxed you could hardly move.

The hours blended into days. The days blended into weeks. Tsireya was too busy fawning over Lo'ak, giving him private lessons, that Ao’nung grudgingly had to teach you.

"Breathe from down here," he instructed, reaching to press on your diaphragm.

You smacked his hand away. "Do not touch me."

"How else will you learn?"

"I am learning."

He smirked. "Whatever you say, forest girl."

You rarely saw Kiri anymore. Or Tuk. Or Neteyam. Lo'ak was too busy following Tsireya like a dumb infatuated fool. The clan hated you, muttering demon as you passed. Your only interactions were with Ao’nung, but they were brief. He taught you how to breathe. You smacked his hand away, snapping at him. He made a witty remark, then left you alone on the beach.

The sun would set, baking your skin, and you would not move. It was more than alienation. It was a complete divergence. You weren't Toruk Makto's daughter. You weren't Neteyam's little sister.

You were just her. The five-fingered freak. The tag-along. The quiet one.

You did more than blend. You disappeared.

Except Jake was always there. Jake was aware. Jake was present when you didn't notice. He saw you, he saw his daughter completely.

"She's still asleep. Her breakfast will get cold," Jake worried to Neytiri, looking back at your body curled up tightly in the corner of the Marui pod. The sun had broken over the horizon, casting a bloody light over the ocean, and you still hadn't woken up. Even in the forest, you'd never slept this late.

"Let her rest," Neytiri dismissed, picking at her bowl of berries. "She's done a lot over the last few weeks."

"If she doesn't wake up, can I have her food?" Lo'ak asked, sucking the berry juice off his fingers.

Kiri smacked the back of his head. "Skxqwng."

Lo'ak winced. "What? I was only asking."

Jake couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. His marine instincts urged him to check on you, so he did. Jake crept over, kneeling down. Your profile was peaceful. He smoothed the hair away from your forehead and placed a gentle kiss there.

You stirred, eyelids fluttering.

"Hey baby girl," he whispered, stroking your arm. For a moment, Jake was taken back to when you were little. Before all this girl stuff happen, before you drifted away, before you grew up, you'd fall asleep on his chest. He would feel your small heart beating softly against his stomach. Gazing down at you now made tears prickle in his eyes.

You regained consciousness, stretching a bit, and looked up to see your father blocking out the fierce sunlight.

"What's wrong?" you asked, noticing a strange glimmer in his eyes.

"Nothing," Jake said, quietly. "Nothing I just…I wanted to make sure you were doing alright."

"I'm fine," you said, sitting up. The world seemed awfully bleak today.

"Hey." Jake tucked a loose dark strand behind your ear, cupping your face in his large hands. Their warmth brought you back to reality.

"You know I love you, right?"

You searched his eyes.

"Cause I don't say it enough."

Your mouth was dry of words.

Jake kissed your forehead again, cradling the back of your head.

Your arms, so thin and bony, crept around his back. You didn't know what you were doing, but suddenly you were flush against his chest, breathing in his scent, clinging to him like a desperate child.

"Oh, baby."

Jake enveloped you in his arms, holding you tightly.

You began to unravel, unwind, like two ends of a knotted string being tugged. One tear slipped, escaped, then another. You began to cry, muffled against Jake's chest. Your body trembled, shrinking, caving. But Jake caught you before you could disappear again. He held you before you could leave.

"Let it out baby girl, I'm right here. I'm right here," he soothed.

You were quiet enough that the others didn't hear, didn't notice how you broke, how Jake collected you, carefully put the scattered pieces back together.

"I don't know w-what I'm doing wr-wrong," you choked out, throat tight with emotion.

"You're doing nothing wrong--"

"But I am!" You rested your forehead against his chest. Everything was muddled, tainted. You were withering into nothingness. "I'm obsolete."

Struck by a sudden surge of guilt, Jake picked up your face in his hands, at a loss for words. As a marine, he was shot, beaten up, and suffered a spinal injury that paralyzed him. But no bullet wound or bomb compared to the insufferable pain he now felt as he look at you, as it slowly dawned on him that you'd been silently suffering, and he'd done absolutely nothing to stop it.

He swore to himself, to Neytiri, to Eywa that he would be a good father. That he would protect you and defend you and love you. It didn't matter that there was a target on his back, it didn't matter that the Sky People were waging war. Jake would sacrifice the world to see you smile. Without you, without your happiness, without his daughter, there was no life to lead. There was no war to fight.

"Oel ngati kameie," Jake whispered, voice steady and strong. He wiped away your tears, then took your hand and rested it above your heart.

"One day, baby girl, you're gonna tell your story of how you overcame what you went through, of how you survived, and it will inspire someone else to survive too. You hear me? You have a strong heart. Strong. Stronger than mine or your mother's."

You managed a trembling smile, nearly breaking out into another fit of tears.

[littlerizzler]

do you take requests?

Yes!!! For any Avatar story ideas.

[littlerizzler]

Jake Sully's Daughter Story

I'm writing a short series on Jake and Neytiri's daughter, the middle child alongside her four other siblings (Lo'ak, Neteyam, Kiri, and Tuk).

Please vote on a name for the character from this list (or write your own):

Galene

Nadia

Kailani

Eteyna

Manaia

Anon

Emere

Andunë

(and the all-time fav) Y/N