Yes Thank You. Im A Simp With Jake X Daughter Imagines

Yes thank you. Im a simp with jake x daughter imagines

New Breath, All Mine (Daddy's Here Sequel)

Jake Sully x Daughter!Reader

everyone was heartbroken after the first part, and the demand for a sequel was high, so here it is. also, I want to give full credit to @vampxra for proposing this wonderful sequel idea!

I hope you like this (and also happy birthday @vampxra consider this a b-day present) ! sorry to put y'all through the trauma of the first part hopefully this makes up for it

do yourself a favor and listen to The Songcord during the first part of this one too lmao

enjoy xx.

Time no longer felt like a factor. Your existence was only peace. Smiling to yourself, you stared up at the swinging tendrils of the massive, effulgent Tree of Souls. The sky was dark and the stars--that you admired so deeply--winked down at you. As you laid on your back, allowing the softness of the ground to relax you, the feeling of an additional presence pulled you from your serenity.

Sitting up, you looked around until your eyes fell on a tall figure. As the figure walked towards you, it slowly developed from a silhouette to a blurred image before finally materializing.

Your eyes widened as you stood up, preparing to greet the approaching presence. Though you'd never gotten the chance to meet him, something within you confirmed that he was exactly who you believed he was.

He slowly made his way up the slanted roots before coming face-to-face with you. Your mouth dropped in awe as you gawked up at him. Amused by your reaction, he tilted his head, which slightly agitated the beads in his hair.

"No greeting for me?" he asked, smirking as he opened his arms.

"You are . . ." you breathed, "the great warrior. Brother of my father. Uncle of me. Tsu'tey."

His smirk grew into a smile as you rushed forward before colliding with his chest. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he closed his arms around your torso.

Tucking your face into his neck, you spoke again. "It is so wonderful to finally meet you."

You felt his large hands briefly rub your back. "And you, as well, my strong little warrior." He pulled away, placing hands on your shoulders. "But, I am afraid I cannot stay."

You frowned at his words. "Why?"

He smiled gently, grabbing one of your hands in his. "I am here to deliver a message to you. The Great Mother has sent me."

Your eyebrows flew up as your lips parted. Remaining quiet, you waited for him to continue. "You have been called," he stated simply.

When you didn't reply, he placed a gentle hand on your cheek. "You have called back--by your family," he continued, "The Great Mother sent me to you, allowing your family to communicate this message. However, the choice is yours."

After a long moment, with wide eyes, you finally choked out a response. "You mean, I can return to them?"

Tsu'tey bowed his head, giving a single nod.

For the first time since you'd arrived--and you had no clue how long you'd been there--you felt conflicted. As much as you wanted to see your family, you felt guilty about leaving The Great Mother when she had called you to her.

Sensing your battling thoughts, Tsu'tey gave your hand a squeeze. Snapping out of your daze, you looked back up at him.

"The Great Mother understands all. Nothing will change her love for you. You will join Her again."

His words were the confirmation that you needed. Joy washed over you as a teary smile crossed your face. Raising his hand to your lips, you placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

"Thank you, my wonderful uncle," you whispered, "I wish we could have talked longer. I will miss you."

Another soft smile spread across his face. "We will see each other again," he replied gently, "and we will talk for all of eternity, if that is your wish. For now, go be with your family."

Taking one last look at him, you finally nodded and smiled. He gazed fondly at you before stepping forward. Then, he gripped both sides of your head before leaning in. As soon his lips connected with your forehead, the world around you went white.

-

"The Great Mother protects only the balance of life," Mo'at explained in a low voice, "The choice will be Hers."

"I understand," Jake replied, nodding his head, "I just . . . wanna give it a try."

Mo'at nodded once before raising her hands, signaling for The People to begin. The luminescent areas of the Tree of Souls, and the surrounding roots, began to flash repeatedly. Your body, which your family had brought back to the forest, was spread beneath the glowing tendrils. Slim, glowing tendrils--that were the size of blades of grass--wrapped around your body, connecting your physical body to Eywa. The People chanted--all of their voices becoming one as they begged for Eywa to return your soul.

Jake, who was sitting on your right side, stared down at your peaceful face, praying for a miracle. Neytiri, who sat on the opposite side, watched your state while rubbing a gentle thumb over your hair. Your brothers sat on either side of your legs.

As Mo'at continued to conduct the revival ceremony, the flashing lights grew faster.

"Ting mikyun ayoer, ruxte, ma nawma sa'nok!" Mo'at chanted.

"Srung si poeru, ma Eywa!" The People chanted.

"Please," Jake whispered, "Bring her back to us."

Neytiri, being the only one that heard his words, placed a hand on his. He looked up, meeting her gaze before giving her a soft smile.

"Eo Eywa oe 'ia, eo Eywa oe 'ia, eo Eywa oe 'ia, eo Eywa oe 'ia," Mo'at repeated, rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

Arms spread out, she shook over your body, allowing herself to become lost within the ceremony. The lights within the roots flashed faster, resembling a strobe light pattern now. Then, after a long minute of chanting, Mo'at came to a sudden stop. Snapping her eyes open, she signaled for the people to cease their chants.

She lowered her gaze to your body, moving slowly as she kneeled over you. Jake's heart pounded against his ribcage as he waited for Mo'at to speak.

With an awestruck expression, Mo'at finally broke the silence. "She is with us."

Jake withheld a gasp as he snapped his head to Neytiri. Neytiri, who had been looking at her mother, turned to Jake. They stared at one another for a moment before lowering their gazes to you. Reaching out, Jake brushed a loose strand of hair from your forehead before cupping your face.

The air was still. No one dared to speak, or even take a breath. All they could do was wait.

-

"She is with us."

The echoing voice was familiar to your foggy mind. However, distinguishing who it belonged to was too much effort for you. At the moment, all you could do was try to center yourself.

For the longest time, you felt disconnected--like you were a floating presence, suspended in an airless vacuum. However, ever-so-slowly, you began to feel the world around you.

There was air. It was crisp, but not uncomfortably cold. Something soft was behind you, but you couldn't distinguish what it was. Your existence slowly morphed from nothingness to darkness.

It's dark, you thought to yourself, before realization began to dawn on you, My eyes must be closed.

Then, the object behind you became clearer as you felt gravity pushing down on you.

I'm laying down, you realized, I'm laying down on something soft, and I feel it behind me.

The elements of the surrounding world, that you'd once known, were slowly beginning to materialize in your mind, grounding you from your spiritual state.

As you became aware of the body that you were in, you struggled to move. However, you felt paralyzed.

Slowly, my child. Not yet, an unknown, yet comforting voice rang within your head, startling you, You will return at your own pace.

Suddenly, something agitated you. Then, it agitated another part of you. Concentrating, you tried to picture your surroundings.

My face, you decided, Someone is touching my face.

The touch did wonders to ground you further. It gave you perspective. You relaxed into its warm embrace, allowing the remaining parts of yourself to materialize. Before long, you felt steady.

Your body was laying down on the soft, marsh-like material of the ground. Small tendrils were gripping the sides of your skin. A large hand was cupping your cheek, slowly rubbing a thumb over your cheekbone. At last, you felt like you could breathe.

"Hhhh." A small, almost intangible, sigh, left your lips.

The thumb froze its movements, lifting itself above your skin, hovering shakily over your cheek.

"Baby girl?" a hesitant voice spoke.

It was so close. It had to be right above you. Fatigue faded and a new wave of strength washed over you. Using this strength, you concentrated on the muscles of your eyes. After a minute, you managed to lift them open.

At first, everything was white. However, the white quickly faded as a hazy world transpired before you. You were too busy trying to clear your vision to take notice of the gasps and screams around you.

"Oh Great Mother!" a voice wailed, "Great Mother, thank you! Thank you!"

The back of your head was cupped and two faces nuzzled into your cheeks. Blinking rapidly, you finally saw the world clear around you. The faces lifted, and you met the gazes of your mother and father.

After processing their faces, you finally gained the strength to speak.

"Hi." Your voice came out breathlessly.

Smiling widely, they both broke into a relieved wave of laughter. Their eyes, which were pouring with tears, glanced at each other before returning to you.

"Hello, my love," Neytiri replied as Jake spoke a raspy, "Hi, baby girl."

"Baby sister?"

Your eyes shifted behind your father's head. A joyous expression spread across your face as Neteyam and Lo'ak came into view. Tears were leaking from their faces, as well.

"Big brothers," you greeted, smiling widely at them.

Neteyam ran his hand over his face, wiping the tears, before scooting closer to you. When he reached his hand out, you immediately outstretched yours. The two of you grabbed hands and squeezed tightly. Lo'ak did the same, grabbing your other hand.

"I love you, big brothers," you said before turning to your father, "Daddy?"

He'd been staring at you, an expression of astonishment still evident on his face. "Daddy?" you called again.

He snapped out of his trance. "Y-Yes?" he replied, nerves evident in his voice, "I'm here, I'm here."

"Uncle Tsu'tey," you answered, making his mouth fall agape, "He delivered the message--from all of you. He told me that you all were calling to me, and that The Great Mother could return me to you."

Jake's eyes, which had slightly calmed, were overwhelmed with a new wave of tears. Tilting his head, he gripped the back of your neck.

"Is that right?" he asked, shifting his eyes to Neytiri.

When you turned to your mother, she smiled at you. "He is your family too," she whispered, brushing a finger over your cheek, "He came for guidance."

Nodding your head, you released your brothers' hands before cupping the back of your parents' heads. They leaned in, allowing you to hold them closely. Jake and Neytiri reached their hands out, pulling Neteyam and Lo'ak in as the family wrapped themselves around your small body.

-

As your family walked away from the tree, along with the rest of The People, you looked up at your father.

"Daddy?" you called.

Jake, who had been walking with an arm around your shoulders, looked down. "Yeah, baby?"

Your mother, who was holding the hand farthest from Jake, looked over at the sound of your voice.

"Are we still living with the Metkayina?" you asked.

He sighed before tightening his grip on you. "It isn't safe for you here, because this is our home. It's known to everyone," he answered, making you nod in response, "but with the Metkayina, you'll be safer. And, should anything happen, you'll be protected by Tonowari and his family while we go out on the field."

Gazing in front of you, you answered in a quiet voice. "I won't be fighting anymore."

"No." Jake, Neytiri, Neteyam, and Lo'ak replied together.

"Hell no. Absolutely not. Out of the question," Jake continued sternly, "We lost you once, but were fortunate enough to be blessed with a miracle."

When you didn't respond, he glanced down at you. Sensing his eyes, you lowered your gaze before nodding obediently.

Realizing that he'd let his emotions get the best of him, he halted his movements before turning to you and cupping your face with both hands. "I'm sorry, baby girl. I just--I got a little . . . " He stopped, closing his eyes to collecting his words. "I won't lose you again," he whispered, shaking his head as his eyes grew hazy, "I wouldn't--I couldn't even bear it the first time."

Feeling your own eyes gloss over, you tilted your head before gripping one of his wrists. "I know, Dad. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

His hands, which were rubbing your cheeks, moved up to cup the top of your head. They smoothed over your head and ran down your lengthy hair. He'd always petted your hair, but you knew that this act of comfort was moreso for himself, than for you.

He couldn't believe you were there, standing right in front of him, breathing again. He was so afraid that, if he disconnected his physical touch, you would disappear and fade into a cloud of dust.

"Don't apologize," he finally replied, "Don't you ever apologize for this. If anything . . . we should be thanking you . . . for coming back to us."

He shifted his gaze to look at the rest of your family. Neteyam stepped closer before taking your free hand. After smiling glossily at each member of your family, you looked back at your father.

"I still needed all of you," you replied, "and you still needed me."

Cupping the back of your head, Jake placed a kiss on your forehead.

-

The pain, so familiar, was almost as strong as the first time you'd felt it. The vision of your chest, and the red liquid leaking from it, was branded into your mind. It was so clear, like you were in the moment, once again.

"Y/N."

You looked up at Neteyam, and his petrified gaze that paralyzed you.

"Baby girl, look at me. Open you eyes."

Sucking in a harsh breath, your eyes snapped open as you jerked yourself to a sitting position. Panting, you blinked rapidly before looking around, desperately trying to establish your surroundings.

"Baby, hey. Hey, hey, hey."

Arms were around you, restricting your movements. The panic spiked within you as you thrashed harder, still seized by the terror of your nightmare.

"Shh, shh, shh. I know, I know. It's okay, it's okay."

You finally recognized your father's soft coos. Freezing your movements, you looked around the dimly-lit hut. However, when your eyes failed to locate him, your breath picked up again.

"Dad," you wheezed, feeling your chest tighten up.

"Here, baby," Jake whispered, gently turning your head to face him, "I'm right here."

He was cradling you, but his arms were also restricting your arms, keeping them at your sides. You wheezed as you struggled to break from your frantic state.

"I was--It was--"

He only nodded, rocking you in his lap. "I know, I know."

Jake knew what your nightmare was about. In fact, he'd been expecting this. There was no way that you'd adjust back to your life without the trauma you'd experienced coming back to haunt you in some form.

Your shallow breaths prohibited your ability to form a sentence. "I can't--I can't--"

"I got you," he whispered, nodding down at you, "I got you, baby. It's all over. It's all over."

He grabbed your shaking hand and pressed it to his chest, allowing you to feel his heartbeat. As you rested your head in the crook of his elbow, Jake kept his gaze fiercely trained on you and stopped his rocking movements.

"You feel this?" he asked, squeezing you gently to emphasize his grip on you, "I've got you. You're mine. My baby, my little girl. All mine." He shook his head. "No one's taking you from me ever again."

Shaking all over, you sucked in a harsh, audible breath as tears began pouring down your cheeks. A long, loud sob tore through your lips before you took in another loud breath.

It took everything in Jake to hold back his own tears. The fragility of your state made it imperative for him to show no signs of weakness. You were looking to him for comfort--for protection from the horrors of your mind.

"Big breaths, baby. Big breaths," he instructed, resuming his rocking movements, "That's it."

Using his chest as a reference, you slowly adjusted yourself to imitate his breathing patterns. He flattened his large hand over yours.

"That's my girl." His voice proved to be highly therapeutic for you. It was the first voice you'd heard, and the last one you'd heard. "So good. You're doing so good."

After a long few minutes, he'd finally managed to ground you from your panic attack. Your breaths grew even and your sobs quieted. Apart from Jake's continuous rocking motions, no signs of you distress remained.

"All mine," he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief as he gazed down at you.

As your eyes began to droop, you snapped them open. Finally breaking from Jake's grasp, you sat up before scooting next to him, never taking your hand off of his chest.

He squeezed the hand that he was holding. "What is it, baby?"

"I can't go back to sleep," you whimpered, shaking your head, "I won't."

Jake sighed, completely understanding your fear. However, he desperately wanted you to get some more rest, knowing the toll a lack of sleep could take on you--physically and emotionally.

He thought for a moment, rubbing his thumb over your hand. Then, an idea finally materialized in his head. Gently, he stood up, raising you up with him. When you gave him a questioning look, he nodded towards the hut entrance.

"C'mon," he said, taking your hand and guiding you towards the doorway.

The two of you walked a small distance before arriving at a hammock that your family had set up outside the hut. Jake sat on the swinging object. Then, he spread his legs out and positioned himself to lay down. Finally, he gave your hand a gentle tug, signaling you to come to him.

"C'mere."

He pulled you into the spot next to him, cupping your head as you placed it on his chest.

"I don't want to sleep," you stressed, earning a shush from him.

"We aren't," he whispered, "We're stargazing."

For a long moment, Jake waited until he felt you relax against him--completely letting your guard down--before initializing the second part of his plan.

His mind hadn't wandered to his Earth life in years. However, a soft, Earthling tune, echoing from the distant memories of his childhood, overtook his mind when you'd first protested the idea of sleeping.

Prior to Pandora, music--or any artistic realm--never proved to be Jake's forte. However, life with the Omaticaya had changed every fiber of his DNA. Many nights had been spent singing, dancing, chanting, and celebrating. Therefore, it wasn't too out-of-character for him to sing for you. However, it was unusual for him to sing an Earth song.

"Stay awake, don't rest your head," he slowly began, making your eyes--which you hadn't realized had closed--snap back open, "Don't lie down upon your bed."

He couldn't place where he knew the song from but, for some reason, the lyrics came with a foreign ease. "While the moon drifts in the skies, stay awake don't close your eyes."

Glancing down to check on you, he watched your eyes begin to droop again. Acting carefully, he began petting your head, further coaxing your tiredness. "Though the world is fast asleep, though your pillow soft and deep," he continued, dropping his voice to a lower volume, "You're not sleepy as you seem. Stay awake, don't nod and dream . . ."

Just as he'd hoped, your head fell limp on his chest. Releasing a breath, he leaned down and gave you a kiss. Then, he relaxed against the hammock, enjoying the feeling of your beating heart and peaceful breaths--simple things he was so thankful that you'd been given a second chance at possessing.

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Okay maybe I got to carried with the manhwa and all stuff but imagines okay, imagines..

Readers have been living with sully's family and then so suddenly they died because of well, sky people. And at the same time they remembers that they actually still did not live their life to the fullest so before they closed their eyes, the last thing they said to the character is "if I live in the next life... Let's be the happiest and change everything..together"

Well, here's what it is. What if reader got to go back in time before everything happened. Before every chaos happened. Maybe like before jake got serious with teyyam position or maybe they will try to follow lo'ak troubles antics and at last they got to change their fate by saving their family earlier.

But as eywa fate (I mean most of us should know) that life will need to pay with live. So maybe before the reader got to go back in time just maybe they talk with eywa and they say like give them a last chance to change their family fates and eywa gave them? But in order to do that after everything is finished she needs to die back because her time has actually already come. So the reader agreed.

The Sully's is so confused why with their way of acting so matured and why the reader did not act like their self usually does. And the only one who will come and try to confront is teyyam because the reader is hs favourite among the siblings (dont tell tuk) and he wants to get to the bottom of it.

So he asked but the only thing the reader said was "This is the end of my chapter even though my story never started before" and teyyam was hella confused. Like what the hell of this nonsense as if they're gonna die?

And the next day probably the day reader got clingy with jake and Jake did the same thing to the reader because honestly he missed these few things too. I like playing and laughing together. Same with Loak, kiri, tuk and neytiri. All of them spend time together and end the day with cuddling until they are asleep.

And the next day when neteyam woke up he felt weird because as always the reader was gonna be the first one to wake up and he tried to wake them up thinking that maybe they were just over asleep. But as he was shaking the reader's body his face changed when he realized that his sibling body had already turned cold as if being in the freezer.

And that's when neteyam realized what they said when he asked what was going on. And the only thing he can say when he sees his favourite sibling go back to eywa is "Your chapter already started before your story got to begin. Now lets end the chapter and open a new book"

Ok Im not good with english but if anybody wants to write these stories please tell me because Im too afraid to write it since my grammar just sucks af

To The All Of Lo'ak Main

Why every lo'ak mains always write truly magnificent stories ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ ? The hurt feelings make me tingly and cried for how many times idk- I need to tag all of my fav but I just dunno how (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

Ps: I just say this out of nowhere and it doesn't mean neteyam mains or jake mains doesn't write a good stories. It just neteyam make me hurt so much. PLZ GIVE THAT BOY REST GUYS! Same with dilf! Jake. But you know what? At the end of the day I still enjoy the pain. Thank you guys (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

Credit gif to the owner yall- its not mine

Angst fluff where? TT

Anybody have recommendations in avatar angst fluff story? I do need this angst in my life but I dont want it to end in a bad way. Please do drop down there if you guys know any.

I think I just put some comments about wanting part 4 dang 😭😭

❝ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐒 (4)

synopsis — eywa does not take sides; she protects only the balance of life.

pairings — platonic!sullys x adoptee!reader

notes — more language than previous parts... angst? and also it's really long and! if you see any mistakes no you didnt

you ripped through the bushes, bounding over the large roots of the trees, willing your feet to carry you as far as possible from the nightmare that was behind you.

you do not get to speak here.

those words alone made anger swell in your body. it was infuriating because ao'nung was fucking right. you're not na'vi. you're human, and everything that word represents. you absolutely despise it.

you ran hard and fast until the only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat. you heaved out a choking gasp, your body vibrating with emotion you didn't know how to deal with. you went into overdrive, panting rapidly as thoughts raced through your head a mile a minute.

you hated humans. hated how they sent the worst possible people to engage with a new society and culture, the most ungrateful souls to appreciate the beauty that is pandora. hated their guns. hated their ships. hated their fucking drills and their mining and their hunting. stars, you wanted to claw the eyes out of all those old businessmen and feed it to—

you laughed hollowly to yourself. it was a sound with no joy. you sounded like your mom.

except... she wasn't your mom. not really.

you aren't navi. even with the honorary title.

you are human.

you hated humans.

you hated... yourself.

you stared, wide-eyed with pressed lips, at the luminescent trunk beneath you. you hated yourself.

with a shout of rage, you punched the bark, driving your fist forward with the weight of the new conviction. the harsh surface cut your skin, the passing wind merrily whistling by, as if laughing at the sour, red reminder dripping down your arm.

the gut-wrenching scream evolved into a whimper. your legs felt weak as they wobbled underneath you, shaken by the sobs wreaking through your body. hot, ugly tears streamed down your face. you grabbed at your arms, pulling brutally at the skin with the hope of ripping it all off.

"i'm useless!" you wailed, knocking your head against the wood of the tree. "i'm—" you choked on the sadness leaving you, "useless..."

you hated how you, literally, stood as ao'nung and his posse berated your siblings, unable to do anything to protect them. you couldn't call yourself the eldest if you can't diffuse a situation like that. neteyam... you whimpered, meekly trekking deeper into the forest. neteyam will take good care of them.

better than you did.

you sniffed, rubbing your cheeks of tears until they burned with a sensation only despair and anger could give.

a part of you wanted to run to your dad—to jake, because he would stroke your head, thumb your cheeks... he'd press a kiss on your forehead and... your lips quivered. he'd say, "everything's going to be fine, baby." i'm real proud of you, okay?

proud of what? proud of how you're a physical hinderance to their survival? proud of how you bring shame to their otherwise noble family? proud of how you require defending in almost every situation you encounter? you wanted to yell into the darkness, but your sore throat wouldn't allow it.

did you deserve such comfort? after bringing discourse to the family for merely existing? you heard what ao'nung said. the sullys have brought a thief!

you just wanted to help.

you ground your teeth with an intensity that almost knocked one loose. what a cruel twist of fate, to be a part of a family that could never be truly yours.

your breathing had calmed, regressing to occasional hiccups and burst of tears. there is no fate, a voice said in your head; neytiri's. only eywa, my love.

you never stopped to think whether of not eywa listened to you; despite being human, you felt her presence and guiding hand pushing you forward to connect with this world that became your home. it wasn't her fault that those connections were always faulty and resulted in a hard slap of reality.

you glanced up at the sky. you felt the thrum of the land... the hum of the wind. pandora was your home. eywa was your great mother. the na'vi just... weren't your people, as the course of life has proved to you over, and over again.

but, stars, did you want them to be.

you inhaled sharply. longing prickled your eyes with tears, and loneliness triggered the hurt in your throat. you wanted to be na'vi.

fresh tears renewed the stains from before. your eyes flitted from star to star. you exhaled slowly. you really wanted to be na'vi.

you wanted the prowess of neytiri. you wanted the strength of jake. you wanted belonging. to be able to look at neteyam, lo'ak, kiri, and tuk and see yourself. to stop pretending that the running height difference joke was just another way of compensating for your alien presence. you couldn't stand being a demon any longer.

"great mother," the words barely left you, but you knew she heard you. your eyes fluttered shut.

"is it too much..." stars, you couldn't stop crying. "is it too much to ask to be more like my family?"

you expected the silent reply. you didn't expect it to break you further. still, you thanked her. "i would be forever grateful... if you gave me a chance."

well. you cradled your scraped hand, now tuning into the blood running down to your elbow. you didn't want to go back. you had no right. jake should have left you in the mountains to avoid all of this, and maybe the kids could have gotten a little more respect around the village—

suddenly, leaves, twigs, and sand began to fly into your face. sputtering, you shielded your eyes, your head pounding in beat with the helicopter blades.

helicopter blades?

you stood, frozen in fear, as you thought—the rda? why are they all the way out here— before you could even finish your thought, you were running. you prayed to eywa they hadn't seen you. you needed to warn jake.

(. . .)

lyle chewed on nothing in an attempt to look cool, his newly heightened senses picking up on an abnormal noises in the forest below. "hey, boss."

quaritch turned to him. "what?"

lyle nodded towards the foliage, using binoculars to get a better view of what he was hearing. "there's someone running out there."

quaritch snatched the binoculars from him, peering through them himself. "'s probably just some animal or somethin. oh—now, hold on a minute here," an evil grin spread onto his face. "now, that's really something. i thought they had gone home like the rest of 'em."

lyle raised an eyebrow and dumbly asked, "who, sir?"

quaritch clicked his tongue and threw the tool at his subordinate's face. "you worked the closest with trudy, you should fucking know." he leaned towards the cockpit and barked, "take us down!"

knowing jake and his oh-so-good spirit, quaritch reasoned, i bet that kid's gonna mean a lot to him.

the blades cut through some trees, but whatever. quaritch was excited. his plan was finally getting somewhere. he turned to his squad. "you find that kid, you grab 'em and you bring 'em back here, understood?"

"and if they resist?"

quaritch scoffed, turning away and rubbing his eyes. "beat them up or somethin, i dunno. just don't kill them. that's leverage."

(. . .)

you were exhausted.

your legs couldn't go another step; they'd give out for sure. but you had to keep going. you'd drag yourself there if you had to—jake and his family were in trouble.

you heard whoops of excitement behind you, and you heart immediately sank. as if to rub it in, your foot caught on a root and you fell weirdly, surely spraining it.

"shit!" you exclaimed, seething at the sharp pain. your actions to get up stopped abruptly when you heard the clicking of guns.

"now, sweetheart, we're gonna take you in." one of the soldiers smiled, the others reflecting a similar joy in this hunt.

you were confused—they were na'vi? no, avatars.

"get up," another grabbed your arm, yanking you towards them.

crack!

you screamed in pain and the avatars shared looks. you caught some of their chatter: that didn't sound good. who cares? at least they won't be able to run away.

your eyes burned with tiredness as your body fell numb to your senses. your vision went black.

"oh! lights out." laughter was the last thing you remembered.

(. . .)

neytiri was livid. jake was distraught.

they skillfully tread through the forest, quiet in contemplation. they felt too much, too strongly, to be able to have a proper conversation about anything.

he knelt down to a nearby tree, brushing his fingers against the roots and ground. he brought them up to catch the light. jake felt something rip his chest open and snatch his heart away.

they were red. with blood, human blood.

neytiri gasped sharply at the sight, and the two shared a look that confirmed the fear they had. jake glared into the far reaches of the forest, both parents' ears perking up as they saw a helicopter leave the area.

"y/n!" neytiri shrieked in horror, sprinting towards the ship. jake caught up to her and held her back, tightening his arms around to comfort her... and him, as well.

"no use," jake whispered, hating the words that left his mouth. "they're gone."

you had one job, jake.

"we need to—!" neytiri yelled into his chest, her eyes still focused on the little black dot in the sky.

"we will." a fire was lit inside of jake, one that he'd only experience in spells before. "we will."

was this angsty enough ?

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for the question for the sully kids having 5 fingers but some people say they are freaks for having 4 or something – the people saying that are probably a bit confused since na'vis indeed have 4 fingers while avatars have 5. though, for the anecdote, only lo'ak (and, well, kiri) have 5 fingers. tuk and neteyam have 4.

oof eventhough its a little bit confusing but after all the explanation I got and some repeat watching movies for-god-know-how-many and more tears now I got it. Thank you so much :)