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Me after realising that spider only dresses like navi as that’s the only he thinks he’ll be loved and excepted and that he probably is alot more human then we all think but he try’s to get rid of his humanity as much as possible as he’s been denied by the human scientists as well as the navi so my boy is just trapped between 2 worlds and he can’t escape.
I need angst of Neytiri and Jake finding out that eywa blessing spider add in tonowari and Ronal
Blessed is the Son.
Spider didn't know what to feel when Neteyam dragged him back to the village - without his mask - but there was a growing sense of apprehension in his chest.
It would change everything and nothing at the same time; Spider would still be Spider, he'd still be human regardless of the Great Mother's blessing, and his ability to breath Pandora's air didn't make him any less Quaritch's son.
Spider was still the boy that Neteyam abandoned as his brother and friend; he was still the boy that Jake left behind to the RDA, who he called a stray; and he was still the boy that Neytiri held at knife point, ready to kill, and the proof of that still lingered as a barely healed scar across his chest.
There were shocked gasps, wide eyes, and low murmurs as they approached the village. The Metkayina staring at Spider's face - maskless but still breathing - as Neteyam steered him with a large four-fingered hand on the back of his neck.
They were heading into the core of Awa'atlu, where the communal cook fires and community pods sat, and already Spider could see a familiar head of dreaded black hair pushing through the gathering crowd as him and Neteyam drew closer.
Spider was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice Kiri until she was right beside him, grabbing his face in her hands and staring at him with large yellow eyes and a bright smile.
"Spider!"
Whatever Kiri was going to say was cut off by her father.
Jake Sully stood just a few feet away - chest heaving and eyes wide - with Neytiri at his side, one hand gripping her husband's bicep while the other came up to her lips in shock.
"I believe this is a matter best discussed...privately."
Spider's gaze snapped over to Tonowari, the Olo'eyktan, who stared down at Spider with an unreadable expression, but it was nothing compared to the tsahik's stare that felt like she was seeing his very soul.
"How long?"
That is the only question that Jake can manage to force past his lips, his brain was still struggling to comprehend the sight before him.
"I've only known for a year or so now."
Known.
Spider has known for a year, maybe more, and he never told them.
The next question is painful, Jake knows that whatever answer Spider gives them will only add to the sinking feeling in his stomach because there are very few ways for Spider to have found out his ability to safely breath Pandora's air.
"How did you...?"
.
.
"I took off my mask"
Jake can't stop the pained sound that builds in his throat, and the burn in his eyes only intensifies because Spider took off his mask; it wasn't an accident.
It feels like in this moment - staring into Spider's eyes without the visor of an exopack in the way - is the first time that Jake has truly let himself see Spider, the boy who he failed; the son he was too cowardly to call his own.
Jake looks at Spider, and he can barely see a trace of Miles Quaritch in the boy's face. Brown eyes; dirty blond hair; Spider is his mother's son in appearance, the only feature that Jake can pinpoint as coming from Quaritch is the dimple in the boy's chin.
There's an ache deep in the former Olo'eyktan's chest.
"Why?"
.
.
"It was after the RDA returned, the night I visited the village."
"It's best that you leave Spider, and don't come back for a bit. You'll do more harm than good being here right now."
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hiii ik I’ve already sent in some requests for hbh agere so I hope you don’t mind me sending another — could you write a fic about little!quinni & little!spider being taken care of by caregiver!cash & caregiver!harper? or any of those characters paired up if four characters is too much <3
ofc no pressure, ik you’ve got a bit to work on already!
Title: Crayon
Word count: 958
Little! Quinni + Spider
Cg! Cash + Harper
Warnings: impure regression, sensory overload
Plot: When Spider regresses during SLT'S, it sets off a domino effect
The SLT's slowly filter in after recess. Ms Obae is standing at the front of the class with a set of pencils, pens and paints in front of her.
The class slowly sits down and she takes the role before starting the class.
"OK everyone. We're going to try some art therapy today. I want you to pick which ever medium speaks to you and tell me a story though your art."
Spider borderline stomps to the front of the class and grabs the first jar he sees.
"Miss! Spiders gone with mental illness gray" Missy teases, grabbing a jar for herself and walking back to her seat.
Spider just sticks his tounge out at her and stomps back to his seat, muttering under his breath. He grumpily sits down next to Harper, still muttering.
Meanwhile, Quinni is sinking further into her seat. She glances around the room, taking note of all her possible escape routes.
"Hey" Cash says, gently nudging her. "You good?"
Quinni just nods and starts to draw on the paper. Cash gives her another concerned glance before giving the class a quick once over.
He does a double take when he sees spider scribbling on his piece of paper and silent tears streaming down his cheek.
Cash elbows Harper rather harshly to get her attention, not wanting to scare Quinni.
"Ow! What?" Harper hisses, rubbing her side where Cash elbowed her. She goes very quiet, with a small, "oh" when she's sees the tears slowly dripping off of spiders face.
"Spider? Hun?" Harper asks softly before placing a hand on his shoulder, trying not to spook him.
As she gets closer, she can hear what he's been muttering under his breath. "This is so cringe. Why are we even doing this?"
"Oi. Cut it out." Harper says sternly. It's mostly to tell him off but it's also to test his mental age and to assess whether or not he's regressed.
"Why are we doing this?" Spider says louder, meeting her eyes in a very clear challenge. His eyes flicker over to quinni and his expression softens for a moment when she covers her ears at his noise. But then he glances over at Darren and it's like a fires been lit in his chest.
"Why is this a more valid way of expressing my emotions then just telling you that this class sucks? How is this crayon going to fix it? How is this crayon going to fix me?" He's standing now, facing the class as he rants.
His voice breaks into a sob on the last word and he raises his hand to his face, alarmed when it comes back wet. When did he start crying?
Harper doesn't even say anything to him, she just stands up and drags him out of the class by his shirt.
It's only once their out of SLT's and she's sat him down in an empty classroom that she turns to look at him. He flinches, expecting yelling and hitting and anger.
She surprises him instead by kneeling down at his level and just holding eye contact. Her face tells him that she's not impressed and he physically feels his heart break in two at the thought of disappointing her.
"What's going on Spec?" Harper asks gently, still holding eye contact.
He goes to talk but all that comes out is a garbled sob. He stammers as he tries to find a way to express the complicated mix of anger, hurt, upset and overwhelm that's swirling around inside him.
Oh. He's regressed. That's why he lashed out and why everything was too much all of a sudden.
"Too loud. Lights too bright. Dusty gone. Ant hurt" he stammers, breaking eye contact to look at the floor, tears still flowing freely down his cheek. "I'm sorry" he says, barely above a whisper.
"Hey. Spider. Can you look at me for a sec?" Harper says, gently lifting his chin to meet his gaze. "You never ever have to apologise for being small. You're allowed to be overwhelmed but you are not allowed to take that out on other people. Especially Ms Obea"
Spider just nods and drops his gaze again. "I don't feel as little as normal. I kinda feel like a pre-teen? If that makes sense? Like I feel all stompy and grumpy" He says after a moment of figuring out how to articulate what he is feeling.
"Oh, that's all good. Tell you what? How about we meet up with Quinni and Cash and we go back to the apartment and we play some video games?" Harper offers, making sure to lower her voice to a more appropriate level.
In the room directly next to them, Quinni was happily telling Cash all about the different types of ducks and what makes them different.
Quinni was on the verge of a meltdown but Cash, knowing Quinni and her regression, pulled her out of the class and into an empty classroom not long after spider and Harper left.
They did some deep breaths, then Cash pulled out a colouring book from his backpack and they decided to colour together until the period was over, then they'd go back to the apartment.
A ping on Cash's phone grabs his attention and he glances down at it. It's a text from Harper reading "Spiders middle regressed. Going to apartment. Wanna grab others and come and turn it into a gathero?"
He quickly texts her back "Quinnis regressed too. I reckon we just bring the two and chill there. Less chance of meltdowns."
Harper texts him a thumbs up and both caregivers quickly gather up the gear spread on the floor before getting in their respective cars and driving to the apartment.
This serves as my formal petition for the squad to name Spider’s drunk persona Dolly Parton
Great because now all I can imagine is Spider trying to mimic Quaritch's accent when he's drunk and the squad deciding he sounds more like Dolly Parton. When Spider asks who Dolly Parton is and why he sounds like him they can't stop laughing. And so the nickname was born. (forevermore Spider believes Dolly to be a famous male musician, because none of the recoms feel the urge to enlighten him)
