Neytiri had Neteyam when she was only fourteen. It was a bad teen pregnancy after they didn't have the right education about safe sex. Her parents were so ashamed and upset that their perfect daughter got pregnant, they told her that if she didn't get rid of the baby, she would be disowned. Living in Saudi Arabia didn't help either, being a woman there was dangerous. You could get sexually assaulted every where you go, or raped. She had actually thought about getting rid of the baby, but she hurt couldn't. Over the months, she had grown attached to the little child inside of her.
So she took to the streets.
She hid in alleyways and begged for money from the men and women that would past. She endured the pains of labour on her own in the cold, disgusting alley, and bearly passed out of pain. Finally, she had her beautiful little boy, and called him Neteyam. Now, he was her top priority, everything the she did, he came first. During his first months of life, she didn't need to get food for him since he had her breast milk. But soon, he grew teeth, and started getting a hunger for more food than his mother's milk.
She started giving all the food to him, earing his scraps. He would get upset that his mother wouldn't eat, and purposely not eat as much as he needed. This stunted his growth, and he didn't grow as much as toddler boys should. When he breathed, everyone saw his ribcage move. Neytiri couldn't bare to see her precious boy like this, so she made the rough decision to put him in an orphanage. He wailed and sobbed, clutching on to her, refusing to leave her. He was eight by now, and Neytiri was twenty-two.
One day, while hiding out in the alley again, an American man and his daughter, about Neteyam's age walked past. The little red headed girl noticed Neteyam playing with a rock and joined him. Although they didn't know each other's languages, they bonded as friends and played with each other everytime they saw each other. Neytiri and the man talked everytime since she knew a little bit of English. She found out the man's name was Jake Sully, and that he was here on vacation with his adoptive daughter Kiri. They grew feelings for eahother, and Jake began figuring out how to get Neytiri and Neteyam over seas since they didn't have any.
He brought them back to the hotel room he was staying in and gave Neteyam the first real bath in his life, trimming his long curly hair. Neteyam slowly but surely grew comfortable around the strange man, and learned to say his name. He also learned how to say Kiri's name, calling her "kitty" by accident sometimes. It became a nickname that only he could call her. After weeks, Jake finally got some passports for Neytiri and her son, and got them some clean clothes to go to the airport in. Neteyam got scared of the big planes and nearly broke down while boarding.
Jake picked him up and rubbed his back, comforting him. Neytiri smiled at her kind boyfriend and kissed his cheek. While in the plane, Neytiri lovingly did her son's hair in braids while he scribbled in a coloring book with Kiri. Soon enough, they were in California, and a couple years later, Neytiri and Jake get married, Jake legally adopts Neteyam as his son, they have another boy named Lo'ak, and Neytiri gets pregnant again with a little girl.
5 years later, the family of now six have to move to Hawaii for Jake's new job.

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Avatar 2 Human AU
FanficThis story will include: Ao'nung x Neteyam (the main ship) Lo'ak x Tis'reya Kiri x Rotxo