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death in the family (9) / sully family x human!daughter/sister!reader

synopsis, what could go wrong?

WARNING. descriptions of fighting, injury, blood, needles

note, yay new chapter ! enjoy :)

(MASTERLIST)

neytiri wore her emotions on her sleeve. if she was upset, you'd know it. you'd see it, hear it, feel it. thankfully, all of her children were the same and it made for easy parenting. at least, when knowing something was wrong was concerned.

for the last few days, a cloud of despair followed tuk wherever she went. she was snippy with everyone, especially when the sun fell. neteyam tried to cheer her up by making the other siblings play the games she wanted to play, but even that wasn't sufficient for the youngest.

neytiri's eyes followed tuk as she entered the marui behind her older siblings to clean up for dinner, passing by without so much as a 'hello.' for a bubbly and talkative child, the dip in her mood was heavy on the rest of the family.

"what happened?" she whispered to jake once the kids were out of earshot.

jake looked up from where he was lighting the fire pit, pursing his lips in confusion. "what happened with what?"

"tuk."

he furrowed his eyebrows, his gaze briefly flickering to where the kids were bickering in the corner. "i'm not sure. she's been in a mood for the week, but she's been playing and going out with the other kids just fine."

neytiri dropped beside him just as the kids sat around the fire to eat. she cleared her throat expectantly. neteyam, kiri, and lo'ak looked up in anticipation and maybe a little bit of fear, but tuk's gaze remained trained on the floor.

"tuk." neytiri called her gently but firmly. "what is the matter?"

tuk's eyes flickered to her mother's, an answer on her lips; her eyes then passed over to her brothers and sister's warning looks and promptly zipped her mouth shut.

neytiri's eyes narrowed, noticing every micro-expression and unspoken message. she turned her interrogation onto the others. "what? what is that look for?"

"nothing, mother." neteyam spoke up, hoping to put the line of questioning to rest.

jake's suspicion grew, and he leaned forward to read the room better. "you're hiding something."

neteyam sighed. "we're not. we don't know why tuk's so upset, she's been fine all day."

jake's gaze swept over kiri and lo'ak. "nah, look at those faces. partners in crime, huh? what've you been up to that's got your sister like this?"

lo'ak and kiri straightened up, passing each other questioning looks before neutralizing their expressions.

"we've been out with the other kids, like every other day? not like there's anything else to do around here." lo'ak muttered.

"and yet, you always seem to find a way to shake things up." jake shot back, resting his hands on his hips. lo'ak not-so-discreetly rolled his eyes, which jake had the maturity to overlook. "now, is one of you gonna come clean or do i have to supervise you while you're out there?"

kiri groaned, slamming her food down in protest. neytiri scolded her, but the warning went in one ear and out the other. "has it ever occurred to you that we're doing benign private unremarkable things when we're not with you?"

"no." both neytiri and jake deadpanned at once.

kiri scoffed and crossed her arms. a pregnant pause occupied the conversation before jake sighed.

"fine, don't tell us. but you better fix my baby girl," he pointed to tuk. "or i'm forcing whatever it is out of you, understand?"

"yes, sir..." they all mumbled, picking at their food.

in the tense quiet that followed while everyone ate dinner, tuk wasn't spared the full force of her siblings' exasperated and annoyed glares.

keeping secrets was hard for her! she'd never been beyond the village boundaries, but all of her siblings routinely waited among the rocks where lo'ak first found you just in case that was the day you decided to visit. was it her fault she didn't want to be left out? she wanted to see you too! it was just... so far from the village... and dad got so mad at lo'ak for breaching the reef borders the first time...

the only reason they let her come along in the first place was because they made her promise—seriously promise—not to spill anything to mom and dad. here she was, trying her best to keep the secret and inadvertently breaking her promise in the process.

she sighed.

tarsem barked orders to his fighters rapidly, snatching his bow from its resting place and gathering whatever remaining ammo they had from the previous supply run.

you emerged from your tent, coaxed by curiosity at the increasing chatter, dodging an arrow as a fighter swung it in the air to align it in her bow. you automatically donned your own gear, searching for tarsem among the crowd.

"did something happen?" you asked when you found him.

he looked up from his maps briefly and locked eyes with you. "another supply train is making its way to the demon base."

memories of neteyam's and lo'ak's first supply run echoed in your mind. "let me get katir, and i'll—"

"ha," his lips twisted, standing to his full height and crossing his arms. "you are not coming."

your eyes narrowed. "the only thing that stopped me from joining the fight before was not having an ikran. i have katir."

"that is not the issue, ngatsyìp."

you ignored him, continuing, "you could use aerial support, especially if helicopters respond to your attack. they did last time and you lost a few good men. katir would easily overwhelm them."

tarsem scowled, his annoyance at your sound logic shining through. "i cannot let anything happen to you, and you have shown time and time again that danger is your most treasured lover."

you threw your hands up in exasperation. "tarsem. do you trust me or not?"

"i trust you, of course." he shot back hurriedly. "i trust you to be reckless. i trust you to be flippant with your own life."

you rolled your eyes. "you know i'll follow you anyway. you either let me in on your plans, or let me loose on the field."

tarsem growled in annoyance. "nga tspang oe. (you kill me.) fine." reluctantly pulling you closer to the war table to take in his strategies, he muttered, "the lightning bug can patrol the skies."

you smiled, not missing the roll of his eyes at your triumphant expression. what could go wrong?

you heard the distant alarms of the RDA airfield within minutes of the clan's hit to the train, no doubt calling pilots to their birds. it seemed like none of the sully kids could escape scouting duty in times like these, because like your brothers, you were stuck to soaring above the action with katir.

the train cars were dismantled of their tracks, and those with the fastest ikran carried the boxes of weapons and ammo back to high camp. you tuned in for any sound of beating propellers.

katir turned before you; in the distance, you saw five samsons cutting through the air towards the fallen train. you pat katir's neck to signal that it was okay to go crazy.

he dove almost immediately. you clung low to his neck as the wind whistled past your ears, your arm sliding down the contours of your body to stabilize your quiver.

with a deafening screech, katir drove his barbed tail through one of the samson's propellers—it spun out of control, taking the two closest down to their demise along with it. the remaining two broke formation and went around the commotion, beelining it towards the clan.

just as they sped beside you, you leapt from katir's neck onto one of the helicopters. swinging into the cabin, you dodged the pilot's bullets, grabbing their wrist and directing their gun to the ceiling. with their torso exposed, you delivered a swift killing blow to their neck.

without human control, the aircraft started to wobble. in a moment of adrenaline, you seized the handles and pulled up with all your might. overestimating the amount of strength needed to move the control stick, the helicopter shot up in the sky, perpendicular to the ground below—your hand on the stick was the only thing stopping you from tumbling out the samson.

you managed to nick the last remaining aircraft in your wild flight path, but it did more harm to the plane you were on than the other. you quickly abandoned it, jumping out of the helicopter into katir's waiting talons. scaling his body to his back, he provided stable ground for you to ready, aim, and fire your bow right at the last pilot's chest.

you let your arrow fly, watching with satisfaction as the last samson plunged to its rocky grave.

your moment of fulfillment was short-lived—katir cried in warning, his muscles flexing underneath your knees, and then you felt it.

a bullet piercing your side.

another aircraft emerged from the cover of the forest. you couldn't afford the time for questions like how did i miss this one? though the answer was painfully clear—a new model of RDA weaponry, camouflaged to the forest and completely silent.

pain flared its way up your body; this was nothing like the bullet graze you got the first encounter with quaritch. it rooted deeper, like a thick needle taking it's sweet, sweet time puncturing all layers of your skin.

you stumbled onto all fours, blood leaking onto katir's dusky blue exterior. as if sensing something was wrong, he evaded the incoming aircraft on his own volition. his pained and panicked squawks tugged at your heart.

"kat," you croaked, rubbing a soothing hand over his skin. "mawey, katir."

he must have noticed the weakness in your voice, the way it gargled on the blood flooding your system, because he did not calm down. he drove himself to an altitude where the samsons couldn't follow.

but the aircraft following you was no samson. it matched katir's height and speed, firing its guns in your direction.

as long as its fire is not on the na'vi, i'm winning. you reminded yourself. "katir, get away from here, understand?" you told him with finality. you pat him in farewell before leaping off of his back to the new aircraft.

the wonders of adrenaline. it was like you weren't in control of your body, and you were just barely aware of what you were doing. there were three soldiers—you shot your prepared arrow at the farthest, quickly grabbing your knife and stabbing the next. off-balance, they fell to their knees. you sliced their neck and kicked them off the plane.

you reacted too late to the third. abandoning their pilot's seat, they put you in a headlock. you thrashed against their grip, momentarily overpowering them before they drove their knee into your side wound. you cried out, blood gushing down your leg and draining your energy along with it.

your resistance grew weaker. your eyes began to droop. you felt hollow and drowsy. you couldn't breath with the constraint the solider had on your neck and in a blink, everything went black.

you faintly heard the soldier report, "target secured."

tarsem watched as the last of his fighters mounted their ikran and made their way to high camp. in the distance, he saw the smoke of RDA helicopters, a smile on his face as he acknowledged your carnage.

his eyes drifted upward, searching for signs of katir. he didn't have to look too far as your stormglider crashed to the ground, antsy.

he frowned, discomfort swirling in his stomach as he approached. offering his hand in greeting to katir, the animal allowed him to stroke his head as he assessed the state of him.

tarsem's heart dropped when he saw the blood on katir's back. the stormglider snorted, shaking its wings in fright—the blood scattered through the air, dotting tarsem's deep blue skin with spots of red.

he assured katir he would return before jumping onto his banshee, zooming to the crash zone for any sign of life. as he approached the scene of your battle, he caught the retreating aircraft in the far, far distance.

the smell of your blood was potent. it hung in the air, clinging to the flight path of the helicopter. you were still alive. bleeding and severely injured, no doubt. but alive. that was all he needed.

his hands curled into fists, rigid with rage. the sky people would learn that jake sully’s absence did not mean the clan had lost its strength. he was your olo’eyktan; you were his responsibility, his to protect. and he would bring you back. he swore it.

for now, he bottled up his anger and retreated home.

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jsooly · 21 days ago

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the fact that it’s called death in the family terrifies me

neteyam’s gonna be okay, right? 👀 his sister is gone save him, right? 👀

ummm.... yeah, totally..........

#no promises #i mean #happy ending or canon ending?#you guys can choose :)#but someone is definitely gonna die !

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jsooly · 26 days ago

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Hi, I've basically been devouring your content lately, and I love your writing!

I wanted to ask a few things/share some of my headcanons about reader, if that's ok.

• first of all reader's height/general appearance:

obviously I know that reader is kept vague for a reason so everyone can picture them how they like, but I can't help but think of some signature traits she would have yk. You said in the first few chapters that she was pretty tall for a normal human 2 year old and that her body has adapted to live in Pandora due to her mother being exposed to the fauna when she was pregnant, so I assume that reader is taller than the average woman or even the average man (maybe standing at 1.85 m or something like that) or have other abnormal features for humans (I'm gonna dive into more specific features, but thats simply how I imagine her ) like human frekles but in the exact places Na'vi have them, or slightly uncanny eye color.

● readers clothing:

In the last chapter, we see that reader isn't wearing typical Omaticaya clothing. I think that she used to wear them when she was still living with the Sully's and stopped once she started living at the human base, maybe because she felt out of place surrounded by so many people in lab coats (it's pretty sad when you remember that Neytiri gave Reader her top before leaving and her not wearing it again because she felt insecure)

I know I have written a lot and you don't have to answer but I have a few questions:

Is there a reason why reader named her icran Kit Kat?

Does reader know any fairytales from earth? If yes, which one?

This is a long ahh post I'm so sorry, but I really really want u to know how good this story is.

omg i looooove long asks. hiiii !! there was another ask similar to this which i will link here, and maybe that'll help answer your questions as well on top of this. it's so crazy that you two had similar questions !! so definitely check that out for more info :)

response below:

reader's height/general appearance

i talked about her height in the post i linked above, and you assume correctly! she's very tall by human standards. i would put her height in between tuk (5'7") and spider (6'3") though she could be taller than spider if you wanted her to be.

about the na'vi features — if you search up 'kali.ledger avatar' (she's a makeup artist), you'll see examples of what avatar features look like on humans. honestly, i agree with you and do picture reader having similar features to the na'vi, but i let you guys decide how she looks like in that sense ! :)

reader's clothing

i also detailed her clothing journey in the linked post, and you're sorta right. she wore na'vi clothing in her youth, but stopped once she started to become aware of her looks compared to those around her. she wore human clothing instead! the linked post has lots of references if you wanted to check that out.

neytiri did give reader her top. reader just wore it as a necklace of sorts as she wasn't comfortable wearing as intended because of her insecurities as well as the fact she was at the human base.

reader's stormglider

so reader has a stormglider, not an ikran. she named him 'katir,' which means rainbow in na'vi, because when there was a rainbow over the mountain where she tamed him. she calls him 'kit kat' like the snack (let's just say famous candy brands prosper alllll the way until the 2100s lol) as a nickname !! i thought it was cute.

fairytales

i think she would know the long lasting ones, like the grimm brothers' tales or hans christian anderson's writing, because dr. grace had records of those books to read to the na'vi children she taught. that includes stories like rapunzel, cinderella, and the little mermaid to name a few!!

thank sm for your questions !! i don't mind these long asks at all, so don't apologize :) in fact, i love them! so don't feel shy about sending more in as you have ideas/questions/headcanons.

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jsooly · 26 days ago

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I love the 'Taken By The Sully's' series with all my heart ❤️ I have freshly found it today, binged read it and am happily waiting for the next part patiently! 😁

Anyway, I was writing to ask some dumb (but burning questions) and I hope I articulate myself correctly 🤧

- number one being, how tall is the reader roughly? We know that she was very tall for a human kid because of her mother's exposure to pandora logically, but she is still called Tiny by the navi around her. I'm imagining somewhere around six feet, where she is tall for a human but 3 feet short of the roughly 9 feet navi. Or is she average height and simply had a massive growth spurt in the beginning of her life?

-number two, what exactly is she wearing? Is it regular military issue clothes (safari shorts, super short shorts, long sleeves, tank tops) In the last chapter we know she wears human clothes (which was kinda unexpected but I thought it was an interesting part of her character, since though the story she focuses on relinquishing her human-ness to be accepted I thought that she would wear navi clothes even if she felt uncomfortable in the beginning, if she felt like the tribe (and maybe even neytiri) would accept her more if she looked a little less human. But as stated before I like this detail because to me it still shows that implicitly that she feels that there is still a divide between her and the navi. My long winded interpretation is that she is perceived and probably perceives herself as a human demon who is definitely not attractive in navi standards (at least not at first glance) and maybe inwardly feels a little awkward participating in a cultural custom like dress where the goal is to accentuate the strength and beauty of the navi (1 she would have felt awkward looking pretty when she she strives to make she skills known or 2 since she still frequents the sky camps it probably would be weird walking around in navi clothes (more covering from human clothes would be more versatile) or 3 she simply feels like it wouldn't make her look beautiful)

I think it would be super cute if Tarsem would make the effort to tell her how all around attractive he finds her, regardless if she feels comfortable wearing the navi clothes. It's probably not something that she's not used to hearing, especially someone that she's close with (in a serious manner at least)

Any way I'm rambling because I feel like there is so much to dive into with this series❤️ keep up your amazing work! Apologies for the work avalanche!

i just want everyone to know when i get super long asks like these i get so happy and do laps around my room!! i love u guys sm!!

(long) response below:

reader's height

i keep the reader's appearance vague so everyone can picture them as they like, but yes, she is meant to be taller than an average human due to her mutations! tuk is 5'7" and spider is 6'3", so reader definitely falls within that range at least, but is probably on the taller side with the potential of being taller than spider by a bit.

reader's clothes

disclaimer: all of these references are meant for inspiration only — i don't have a clear picture of what she wears/looks like in my head to avoid putting specific looks onto the reader. she wears whatever you think she wears based on the descriptions i provide, but hopefully this helps set the vibe!!

when jake and neytiri first took her in, she was two years old (about to turn three). they did dress her in omaticaya clothing at this time. james cameron said he based the na'vi on a number of marginalized peoples, drawing inspiration from maori, african, and native american cultures. i went on a deep dive into each and found the most similarities between traditional maori and polynesian clothing. just looking at images like this this this and this you can really see the influence, especially with the loincloths and tops made with flowers, grass, and leaves. for comparison, here are some na'vi outfits from concept art, the game, and the movies: this this this and this

anyways this is all leading up to this point: when i picture baby reader, i picture her in something similar to this or this. as she grew up, it evolved to smth like this. i couldn't find many na'vi references, but here are some anyway: this and this. hopefully i'm making sense so far ... T-T

around 11 years old, she stopped wearing na'vi clothing for the reasons you describe. 1) she's deeply insecure about her body — when she puts on na'vi clothing, she feels like she's wearing a costume and that inherently makes her feel uncomfortable/awkward, like she's pretending to be one of them rather than actually belonging to the group and 2) she doesn't have the same build as the na'vi, so a lot of the clothes they make don't fit her/serve their purpose ... if that makes sense? like you mentioned that their clothes accentuate the strength and beauty of the na'vi, which she doesn't have, so in her mind she wouldn't do the clothing justice.

and when i mentioned 'sky people' clothing i didn't mean the military clothing the lab guys wear... i just meant something like this or this or this or this or this ... human fabrics & articles of clothing in a way that supports her movement through the forest. because again, she's abnormal by human standards so they don't have clothes for her — she has to kind of make her own outfits with what she has. she leans towards human materials over na'vi materials because of her insecurities and belief that she isn't supposed to be wearing those things.

and yes, tarsem will definitely make the effort to get her to wear na'vi clothing despite her protests because he doesn't see anything weird about it!

thank you sm for your rambling! i loooooved your take because it was exactly what i hoped to get across. i hope this answers your questions, and don't hesitate to send another ask in with any other questions/interpretations :D

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jsooly · 26 days ago

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I just knoooooow not only Jake’s dad senses are tingling, but also the brother senses.

oh, 100% lmao. in chapter 7, lo'ak tells the other kids about his meeting with reader, so there 's a lot of speculation of what you're up to back home. they know you best, and as such they can say with certainty that you're not just rotting in bed. and with that comes all the 'do you think any of the lab guys are talking to her' or 'what if she's hanging out with someone... special 🤢🤢'

#LMAO this is so funny #jake's restlessness is his own fault tho lol

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jsooly · 26 days ago

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Hiii :)

I wanted to ask if you could write a little about baby reader thinking that Neytiri's contractions (pregnant with neteyam or lo'ak) were her literally dying. Reader then runs to Jake explaining in a very dramatic way such that Jake literally thinks Neytiri is hurt and has to drop his work and run over, just to see Ney' giggling as she rubs her belly 😭 you can twist this is any way and make it better :).

Take your time (or ignore cus I know we ain't got no time for shi nowadays)

THANGUUU 🎀

sully family x human!daughter/sister!reader synopsis, pregnancy is scary !!

note, ty for your request and thank u for your patience ! ily <3 here are some crumbs while death in the family gets written :)

( MASTERLIST )

2156 (you were five)

when neytiri was pregnant with lo'ak, you knew the drill. you had one brother already, you were practically an expert!

but you were older now, and in the year between neteyam and lo'ak, you gained a bit of consciousness

nearing the end of neytiri's second pregnancy, you noticed the shift in her behavior. she was a strong mother, but the toll of growing a whole other being was taxing nonetheless

she rested more, sent jake out to hunt instead, and nested for hours

you've never seen neytiri show any weakness whatsoever, so seeing her a little lethargic was a novelty to you

you became territorial and protective of your mother—in your little mind, someone had to step up for her until she could get back on her own two feet

jake passed neytiri an exasperated look from across the room, fruit in his arms. she smiled and made no effort to help him, delighting in his predicament.

"i'm just tryin' to feed your mom, baby." jake explained gently, peering down at where you blocked the entrance to the marui. not like he could just... step over you or anything...

"did you wash those?" you countered, crossing your arms.

"the rain washed them—"

"dr. grace said the rain has lots of stuff in it. you could hurt mom and the baby. wash it again, or it's a no." you waved him off.

he scoffed a laugh, catching neytiri's eyes again as he smiled. "it's a no for what?"

"no coming in."

"hey," jake pointed a finger at you firmly, putting his dad face on to mask his amusement. "listen here, little miss. that's my wife, and this is our tent. i can come and go whenever i want."

you scrunched your nose in disgust, pointing a finger right back. "washing fruit is hard for you?"

"...no."

"so then do it and come back." your tone was dripping with judgement for his laziness. you gripped the bead curtain of the marui, sliding it shut with finality.

he could hear your little feet run over to neytiri, who whispered soft praises in na'vi with the occasional chuckle.

jake stepped back with a roll of his eyes, making sure neytiri heard his heavy sigh before starting the trek to wash the fruit in a nearby waterhole. you were a strict nurse, that's for sure. and neytiri loved every minute of it. he couldn't complain, though, not when his girls were happy.

it's hard raising parents, isn't it? you could speak from experience

anyways when lo'ak's due date came around, you noticed neytiri needing moments to catch her breath

you'd get very worried at these times, fretting over her as she groaned

they seemed temporary, as she'd return to normal and cup your face, telling you that there was nothing wrong

when these contractions got longer and closer together, that's when you panicked

you entered the marui with a cool rock you found, hoping to present it as a gift for your new brother. it clattered to the ground when you saw neytiri gripping your flimsy practice bow so hard that it snapped.

"sa'nok?!" (mother?!) you squeaked and rushed to her side. you held her shoulders and shook her in an effort for her attention, panicking further when she didn't turn.

you pulled back your hands and felt sweat coating your palms (your sweat or hers? we'll never know for sure), wincing when you heard her pained moan. her face was twisted in discomfort and her muscles were tensed.

"ah!" you had no idea what to do, so you just screamed in fear. as neytiri sank to the floor, your heart sank to your stomach. "oh no." you grabbed her shoulders and rattled her like toy.

"please don't die!" with those final words, you bolted out the marui to track down your father. with your small size and quick feet, you wove through the crowds effortlessly.

you burst into the clan's council area, earning shocked and confused looks from the people around you, especially jake.

he immediately stood up, suspicion on his face as he walked over to you. "what's happenin'? why're you all worked up, huh?"

you gasped for air, struggling to articulate your thoughts without hyperventilating. jake held your face in his hands and shushed you, guiding your breathing back to a normal cadence.

"what, you let your ball roll off the tree again?" he teased, pinching your cheek. "i told you last time, i won't be mad as long as you don't try to go get it yourself—"

"mom, she—" you inhaled deeply, wiping your clammy palms on your legs. "fell, and—"

"what? fell?" jake immediately straightened up, his expression sobered. his grip tightened around you before he let go, standing to his full height. "when? just now?"

"yeah, in the tent. she—"

jake didn't let you finish. he broke into a sprint, leaving the council members hanging. they didn't look very pleased. you shuffled awkwardly under their glares before taking off after your dad.

when you arrived, you saw both your parents calm. jake kneeled in front of neytiri, shaking his head in relief while rubbing her belly. she smiled as he did so, though the tiredness was still evident on her face.

"she's not dead." you remarked as you creeped closer.

jake glanced over his shoulder with a scolding look. "no, she's not. but you might as well have killed me instead. you scared me, baby." he turned his gaze to neytiri. "and you. don't do that to me again."

she rolled her eyes. "it was your daughter, not me."

"i thought you were dying!" you exclaimed defensively, frowning.

neytiri pulled you into her side and shook her head, tousling her braids against your stomach. "not dying, ‘itetsyìp (little daughter). the baby is telling me he's almost ready."

you were also ready... if you weren't a nurse beforehand, you certainly were in the moments leading up to lo'ak's delivery.

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jsooly · 1 month ago

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tarsem and y/n: (bonding and getting a lil bit closer)

jake, waking up in a cold sweat halfway across the planet: something just happened

great chapter as alwaysssss i'm sooo excited for how it plays out and one thing i have to say is SPIDERRRRR SPIDER DON'T LISTEN TO HIS WORDS, SPIDER HE'S BEEN TRAINED IN MANIPULATION SPIDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love the story, love your writing, and super glad to see you back!!! :D

his dad senses are tingling lol

and tysm !! i’m glad you’re enjoying it and i’m super excited to write the rest of it. and yes thoughts and prayers for spider, he needs them 😭

#jake is so girl dad

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jsooly · 1 month ago

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death in the family (8) / sully family x human!daughter/sister!reader

synopsis, you and tarsem get along pretty well. too well.

note, lemme know how far i can go with the romance !! i have so many intimate/spicy ideas in mind, but do you guys want them?

(MASTERLIST)

a younger tarsem occupied your dreamscape. recollections of curious glances, teasing words, and romps in the mud resurfaced, reminding you that for every uncomfortable memory you had of your childhood, there were five great ones.

when the clan children were very young, they didn't try to hide their interest in your existence. you looked different, but you did the same things: hunted, spoke, ate like them... for a few years, they treated you like any other na'vi child. as you grew and they began to understand the threats facing their people, they separated themselves from you.

humans forced their way onto their planet, and even the good ones were held at a distance by the clan. you couldn't blame them for their animosity. you, like the other humans, were a reminder of what they lost. it weighed your frustration and sadness with a guilt you couldn't shake. but it wasn’t about you—not really. it never had been. reminding yourself of that fact was the only way you navigated living with the omaticaya.

you thought you'd be fine living out at the lab on your own, but... home is home. and home was among the clan, for better or for worse. tarsem's invitation became increasingly tantalizing the more you thought of it.

your comm buzzed, snapping you out of your thoughts. you sat up abruptly, paging through. "spider?"

you were met with silence despite the initial connection. you continued on. "the plan didn't work. someone got in the way, but i can—"

"don't worry about it." his words cut through yours.

you paused, brows scrunching in mild confusion. "don't... what? try again?"

"i appreciate your help, really. i do. i've heard the last few times you tried to call me, and i'm sorry i didn't respond, but you don't have to check in on me anymore. i'm not in any immediate danger, and... i'm doing fine, actually."

what? "spider, i don't—" the line dropped, but you still called out to him. "spider?"

no response.

you frowned, removing your fingers from your comm. don't need rescue? doing fine? without his intel of his whereabouts, it would be nearly impossible to keep track of quaritch's covert team. you sighed and massaged your temples. you tried your best for spider, but if he didn't want to help the rescue efforts, there was little you could do.

you made a promise to continue to check in on him despite his instructions. quaritch understood people. if they could be manipulated, he was on it. a kid like spider was especially vulnerable to offers of comfort and belonging. evidently, he'd been getting comfortable.

you groaned and rose to your feet. you eyed your weapons satchel.

well, tarsem, you thought as you slung it over your shoulder. you win this time.

you informed norm of your departure before seeking out katir to return to high camp.

seems you didn't really think this through.

under no circumstances would you trust katir around the clan's banshees—those were like low-hanging fruit snacks to the big guy. you two were still learning each other, and one thing about him was that he was always hungry. he was growing, after all.

speaking of growth—you weren't sure high camp had the space to support him. the cave spaces the people inhabited were narrow enough for ikran, but not for a slotsyal.

you pursed your lips as you stewed in thought. katir warbled underneath you, voicing his confusion of your continued cruise through the air.

you rubbed his neck. "hang tight, kitkat. you'll be okay on your own, yeah? a few days just hanging around?"

he chirped.

"okay. let's set down over here." you guided him to a floating mountain a couple minutes out from high camp. with another firm pat, katir lowered his head to allow you to dismount.

his eyes followed you as you stretched, then constricted upon hearing the war cries of na'vi approaching from the skies. your head shot up, peering at the descending ikran and their bonded partners, spears and arrows poised for attack.

"wait!" you yelled, waving your arms to make yourself visible. their flight stuttered, reflecting the confusion of their riders at your proximity to a stormglider without being... you know, eaten.

you gently nudged katir's head down from his defensive position, like you've seen jake do with direhorses when they grow agitated. his breath puffed from his nostrils in an angry rhythm, shaking his head in frustration. you whispered soothing words to him as the na'vi landed on the flat mountaintop in front of you.

"(this is the rogue stormglider.)" one rider snapped in na'vi, bow still pulled taut. "(what are you doing?)"

you held up your hands to placate them. "(he is tame.)"

"(how would you know?)" they retorted.

you rolled your eyes lightly. "(i've spent a couple days with him. trust me, if he wanted to harm me, he had many opportunities to do so.)"

"mawey." tarsem's ikran came shrieking down from its bird's-eye perch, landing between the scouts and you. he slid off, pushing down his people's bows. "(she speaks the truth. the stormglider is tame by her own hands.)"

you let out a shaky breath when you saw the surprise paint the scouts' faces, stepping back with a nod. with their weapons lowered and holstered, katir no longer perceived a threat and relaxed. he turned into you, nuzzling his snout into your side. you smiled and stroked the crest of his head.

the scouts observed you, and you swore you saw something close to respect in their gaze. you bowed your head slightly, a small smile on your lips.

when they smiled back, you had a feeling that everything was going to be okay.

with katir protected from the clan's hunt, you left him to roam freely in his natural habitat high above the forest.

you rode to high camp on tarsem’s ikran. thank the great mother you were sitting behind him, because you don’t know how you’d deal with that smug smile on his. he probably thought he was so persuasive to get you to come back home after just one day of talking to you.

you scoffed but couldn’t stop your smile. "i can tell you want to say something."

"like what?"

"i told you so?"

"risk gloating in front of you?" tarsem glanced over his shoulder with a grin. "i learned my lesson yesterday."

"yeah, and what’s that?"

he pursed his lips in thought. "you are stubborn, like your father. headstrong, like your mother. i have seen elders go up against them and get a mouthful. i can say now that i share that experience."

you shook your head, laughing softly. "good or bad experience?"

"you're coming home, are you not?" he smiled to himself, happiness seeping into his tone. "unlike those elders, it seems i got the last word against a sully. i will be remembered for generations."

you giggled. "don't get used to it."

"if this is the only thing i win from you in our lives," he continued, softer. "i will die a happy man."

you fell quiet, letting the breeze speak for the remainder of the journey.

with a squawk and fluttering of wings, tarsem and the scouts landed back in high camp. the passing na'vi did not pay much mind to their arrival—after all, regular patrols were a part of life now that the RDA was back.

tarsem adjusted his loincloth as he dropped to the ground, offering his hand. you raised an eyebrow, finding his behavior amusing.

tarsem was always popular. he was strong, quick, masterful with weapons—a real prodigy if there ever was one. when whispers that he might be the next olo'eyktan spread through the clan, betrothals were offered up left and right. he was always sought after, and you personally witnessed some attempts yourself.

seeing the other side of it—him seeking you—was a pleasant surprise.

he didn't have parents that would make him feel as though he needed to be threatened by you, making him the closest thing to a friend outside of your own family. from childhood to adolescence, you believed his fascination with you was childlike curiosity.

but you weren't children anymore. and what lingered between you was no longer curiosity. it was interest. intent. the kind of attention that was far from innocent.

your hand slipped in his and you jumped off his ikran.

he cleared his throat as he walked through the camp. "i have a place for you to stay. quiet, far away from the chatter of the clan."

you smiled appreciatively. "thanks."

"close to my tent." tarsem' continued while his eyes tracked those who passed you with odd looks. "if you have problems, you can come to me."

"as i've demonstrated yesterday, i'm sure i can handle myself."

"i agree with you." he replied, glancing down at you. "i only suggest that you do not have to do it alone."

i don't want to. it’d be nice not to, seemed like the perfect thing to say. but you opted for another smile.

he led you to your designated tent. it was just like the one you shared with your siblings months ago: beads and designs woven into the threads of the canopy, crates for belongings, a computer for updates.

"this is perfect," you praised. "thank you."

"this is your home. you have no one to thank." tarsem said firmly, but his kindness was not lost on you.

days and days passed without much excitement. the news of your feat with your stormglider spread like wildfire. when you decided to roam the camp grounds, you were no longer met with odd looks. there was a respect around your name, and it seemed as though your clan was finally accepting you as you were. as one of them.

you visited mo'at and gave her updates of the family: where they were, what they were up to, what you'd seen with your own eyes. you regaled her with the story of pseudo-bonding with katir, cocking your head when she smiled widely, a soft chuckle on her lips.

"i told you eywa does not make mistakes." she hummed, brushing your hair. you mind traveled back to the day your family left, recalling the first time a woodsprite made its way up to high camp. "your father echoes in you."

your father.

another thing you were soon coming to terms with. now that your reputation was growing amongst the people, you were learning that many thought of you as an extension of jake sully. the only difference between the two of you was that you had no avatar—otherwise, the physical prowess and risk-taking was practically identical. you were the last remaining sully in the clan, and they treated you as such. the name—your name carried a weight they couldn't ignore.

you and tarsem often flew together. when it became hard to communicate atop katir given his size, he improvised and took you out on his hunting trips instead. you were a clean shot, after all.

after handing off the game to the clan, you would both crash. more often in your tent than his, after you got an unwelcome surprise visit from a scout one time and rumors spread.

he talked a lot. you figured with his new responsibility as olo'eyktan, he didn't have many people to talk with anymore. everyone looked to him for the answers. he had to be strong, for their sakes.

your tent was special to him for that reason—a place where he doesn't have to be strong. you understood what he was going through, seen your mother console your father many times with varying results. even the greatest leaders feel small sometimes.

after another successful hunt, you and tarsem made your way through the sleeping camp to your tent.

he dropped against the wall with a groan, rolling his shoulders as he shrugged off his weapons. you chuckled at his antics, setting your bow and arrows down as well.

you sat beside him, offering some water you collected on your night out. he accepted it happily.

tarsem observed you with a careful eye. he pulled at your clothes. "you need new things."

"hm?" you glanced down. your clothes were in a rough shape. every branch you ran into and every puddle you splashed in added up, and it was strikingly obvious. "i guess so. i'll stop by the lab tomorrow to—"

"no. get rid of this sky demon attire. wear the people's clothing."

"omaticaya dress?" you asked incredulously.

"yes."

you laughed dryly. "yeah, sure."

"sarcasm?"

"yes."

he rolled his eyes, sitting up straighter and unintentionally towering over where you sat. "i am serious."

you gave him a weird look. "get rid of this sky demon attire. you're forgetting what i am."

"the body does not always reflect the soul." he countered with a shrug. "your father is proof of this."

you snorted, pausing to study him when he didn't even blink. he really was serious, and for some reason that made you laugh harder. "you're serious."

"i said i was, yes."

"do you want everyone to see me naked?" you whispered urgently, disbelief on your tongue.

"i do not understand. naked?"

"without clothing."

he scoffed, gesturing to the sky in exasperation. "silly tawtute concerns. this is normal."

"normal for you." you shot back. "not for me!"

"it will become normal." tarsem retorted as though you were being unreasonable. when he heard you laughing, his frown deepened. "you make fun."

"no." you insisted slowly, though the grin on your face was undeniable. "i'm just not sure people need to see all that. i won't be able to move like i do if i'm worried about flashing everyone."

"flashing?" he repeated confusedly.

your mouth hung open for a moment. you knew that nudity wasn't even an issue for na'vi. as such, you quickly realized they had no concept for things like flashing. to tarsem, you were just babbling on with no good reason to reject his idea.

"flashing is like... exposing myself." you explained weakly.

you expected him to continue to argue with you. but his eyes flickered and a slow smile spread on his lips. "move how you want, ngatsyìp (little one). nothing about you should be hidden. nothing."

your hand shot out to swat his arm, the grin on your face failing to cover up your flustered state. your cheeks were warm, fueling the fire that allowed you to curse, "skxawng!" (idiot!)

he laughed brightly, gathering your wrists in one hand and tugging you to the floor beside him. he easily held you down, but then again, you were half-heartedly resisting.

"i will find beads and feathers for you. you will try them."

"is that an order?" you teased, challenge in your tone.

tarsem matched your taunt with one of his own. "you love to test my authority, ngatsyìp. push me and see that i know how to handle you."

in awa'atlu, jake couldn't sleep. fatherly instincts, perhaps?

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