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“It's mine!” Jake took the yomyo from your hands, looking at your children with narrowed eyes, then he proceeded to smile at you. “It's not my fault you are so handsome.”

“You are still acting like a kid.” You teased, handing food to Lo'ak.

“All his life.” Neytiri answered when she arrived. When she sat down next to Tuk and the little girl squinted in happiness. You realized how much the children loved her. Even if at first it was confusing to understand, you ended up thanking her to help Jake and you to form your family. The kids called her ‘aunt’ and it melted your heart; she was a Sully too.

And the family was bigger than expected: Spider, the human teenager that was brave enough when he was kidnapped by the RDA. He showed his loyalty to the na'vi. Always curious and respectful. The few times when Spider left Kiri's side was when he was helping somewhere else. Somehow, you felt connected with him after Jake told you his story: a human who fell in love with Pandora, wishing to have blue skin.

“Here, let me help.” You said softly when Spider had problems with the special machine he used to eat when he's with the na'vi. The exopack was left next to him, safe where no one could step on it.

“Thank you, sir.”

“I told you already, just call me by my name.”

The boy smiled, knowing it was very difficult for him to adjust. You reassure him one last time before taking one last peek to everyone. One of the things you were used to doing with the tayrangi was always checking on people. The least you wanted to be was a burden, especially when the clan saved you and took care of you when you lost your memories. But now it was for a different reason: you were a father. The children —your children— needed you as much as you needed them, but the war forced you to separate. That's why you were making sure to do all the things you didn't do before. Everything started with little things, like asking if they needed help with their mattresses, if their weapons needed fixing, if they needed help with their hair, if they were fine with the food…

“Kiri, do you want more fruit?” You asked, looking at her almost full plate of fish.

“No, thanks.” The girl didn't even look at you. You could count with one hand the times she spoke more than three words to you.

It had been only a couple of weeks since you met Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Spider and Tuk, but you've already picked up on some things that make them different from each other: their way of speaking, how they behaved within the family, the relationship each one had with Jake and Neytiri, and how they interacted with other people. Kiri wasn't the best at talking with others, or expressing entirely how she felt, but you knew she was special. Spider was her best friend and they did almost everything together, but Kiri used to isolate herself too. You noticed when Spider was fishing with Jake, or Lo'ak and Neteyam left with Neytiri. Tsireya and Rotxo were kind young metkayina who always tried to include her, but Kiri loved her space. Although you questioned if that space felt lonely sometimes.

Jake and Neytiri noticed the way your expression changed. Of course, you didn't think Kiri hated you. You were aware that she needed more time to adjust. Maybe she grew up hearing stories about you, but all of you needed to get used to this. You understood when Neteyam felt embarrassed when he called you ‘dad’ again, the third night all of you were about to sleep; you felt happy when Tuk started asking for good-morning kisses you the same since day one, and you also felt your heart beat with love when Lo'ak expressed how comfortable he felt when you turned around after he called you sempul; so you would also understand if Kiri needed time to talk to you freely.

One morning, under the sunlight and in the middle of the ocean, you decided to help Jake collect human weaponry. It was a tiring activity, even surrounded by water, and drops of sweat would slide on your back and neck. At least Jake and you were a good team because it would be the third boat to return to the shore full of guns. Ronal and Tonowari weren't happy about this. After all the trauma, you didn't know how to feel about it either. One thing was sure, you didn't want the metal trash floating in the beautiful ocean, causing the same contamination that was on Earth once.

“You should have stayed with Neteyam.” Jake spoke when you surfaced. Your braids were on your face, so you moved your head to clear the view. Jake had to look away from you and kept fixing a rifle. He couldn't lose focus.

“Yeah? Why is that?” You ask with a smirk, carrying a gun on your shoulder. You left it in the boat and then climbed in. You positioned your legs to exert force and began to hoist up other weapons that were tied to the first one with a rope.

“First, you are still working on your breathing and swimming technique. Second, you would have had ten more minutes to sleep. I had everything planned with Lo'ak.”

“He's just a kid, Jake. Lo'ak deserves to have some time for himself, too. He told me he was going to meet Tsireya.”

“Still, he needs to learn this.”

“I agree.” you said with some effort, your arms flexing. "But all in due time." You hissed in pain when you felt a sharp pain in your fingers. “Shit.” You checked your fingers, still holding the rope with your other hand. Jake loosened your grip so he could examine you himself. The last weapon slipped back to the bottom of the sea again. “Jake! I dived a lot to get that one.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes…”

You pouted, watching the metal sink in the middle of the water. Jake would have laughed at your expression if the worry didn't fill his body. Two red burning marks shone across your fingers, and your mate sighted, ashamed he didn't protect you.

“You need to go with the tsahìk.”

“I can treat it myself… Jake, the gun.” You mention again with the same tone. This time, he chuckled.

“I can't believe you are more worried about the gun than your hand.”

“You forget I'm a warrior too.”

“Even warriors have to take care of themselves.”

“That's what I always said, and you never listened.” You used the same playful tone as usual, but Jake still pressed his finger slightly against your wound. You smacked his arm in response. “Hey! That was mean! Is that how you treat your husband? Even Tuk knows better!”

You cried in pain, sitting in the boat. Jake shook his head, and after kneeling in front of you, he kissed your hand. “I needed to see how deep the wound was. Thankfully it’s not deep. However, we need to go back.”

“But-”

“No ‘buts’. I'm going to help you first, and tomorrow I'll come back for your precious weapon. Okay? Right now, I need you to stop using your hand.”

“You treat me like a baby.” you muttered, though it would be a lie to say that your heart didn't beat faster when Jake treated you like that.

“Because I just love you so much. I don't like to see you hurt.” Jake leaned and kissed your forehead; you put your arms behind his neck to get close again and kiss his lips. Your lips moved like you spent the last fifteen years kissing day and night. “Let's go before we have to stay here for the rest of the day.”

“Sempul!” Little Tuk screamed with excitement when she saw both of her parents. Tuk crossed the sand to reach you and hug your legs. When he rested his chin on your body, looking up, he showed you enormous eyes full of light and love.

“Hey, Tuk-Tuk.”

“What is it, baby girl? Is everything alright?”

"Tsahìk called Kiri, so I'm stuck with Lo'ak and his stinky hair."

"Tuk! I told you not to run- oh, hey, dads."

"Why did she call your sister?" Jake asked as you caressed the little girl's hair.

"I don't know, something about training."

"Do you think this has something to do with what you told me?" You lowered your voice, but Jake enjoyed having to step a little closer to hear you better.

"Maybe, why don't you go and see if she's doing alright? I can stay with the kids while you are gone. Remember, you have to take care of that hand."

"What happened to your hand, sempul?" She took your hand between her small ones, observing the red marks that made her pout.

"It's nothing serious, darling. I'm going with your sister and then I'm going to be better."

"Let's go, kids! Son, Tuk is right. Your hair needs some washing."

"Dad!"

"Hehe, stinky Lo'ak, Tsireya won't like you like that."

You walked with a smile, not knowing Jake peeked one last time, checking on you, and thinking about the possibilities of Kiri feeling awkward or out of place with the tsahìk. Deep down, he sensed his older girl wanted to get closer to you but didn't know how. If this was an opportunity to make her feel like she could rely on you, it was perfect.

Following your steps, the village was calm, surrounded by voices and laughs here and there. Everyone was working on the daily duties, no danger close, no drama and no animals to worry, but when you opened the curtain of the tsahìk's tent, you found Kiri sitting in front of the oldest son of the clan leaders, no one else was there. Something in your chest burned when you noticed her teary eyes, while she was holding one of the boy's hands, as if Kiri was trying to prevent him from hitting her. Ao'nung —that was his name— hissed. And that was your last straw.

"Get away from my daughter!" In just a matter of seconds, you took the boy by under the armpit to make him stand up and push him back. Maybe you were going to get in trouble for baring your fangs at the heir of the olo'eyktan, but no one was going to mess with your children. After all, Jake and Lo'ak told you about the times when Ao'nung was a pain in the ass. Taking your son outside the reef? Picking on your daughter? "Are you alright, baby girl?" Your face turned a little bit, enough to see her face. There were no marks or signs of aggression.

"Wait, sir-"

"I wasn't talking to you, boy."

"Yes! Everything is fine! Why did you push him?"

"He hissed at you! Were you hitting my daughter?!"

"N-No! I would never!" Ao'nung looked between Kiri and you, looking for help because his chest was rising with anxiety.

"Stop! This is a misunderstanding!" Kiri walked between the boy and you. She didn't look hurt at all.

"But I heard him hissing at you! And you were fighting with him!"

"No, no! I was helping him."

"Huh?"

"Ao'nung got hurt during his training session. The tsahìk asked for my help because she needed to talk with some elders; she knew I helped grandma back in the forest." Kiri was explaining everything slowly, as if she was afraid you would take something the bad way. "And yes, Ao'nung kicked me in the face-"

"What?!"

"Kiri!"

"But it was an accident! The medicine stings a little, and I didn't warn him, so he reacted by reflex. He was hissing the whole time!"

"I promise, sir! I didn't do it on purpose!" Ao'nung's heart was sinking in his stomach. If you could only see yourself from his point of view —shoulders and jaw tensed, eyes like arrows—, you would understand why his voice was trembling.

"And I wasn't fighting him, I was trying to make him stay still. He's a cry baby, I didn't want him to kick me again."

Silent filled the tent for a moment while you analyzed each one of Kiri's words. It made sense now that you noticed that your daughter wasn't actually crying and that Ao'nung had wounds covered in green, paste-like medicine. Oh, Eywa. The boy looked at you like a wounded pali (diehorse). If you were still in your human body, your whole face would burn in embarrassment.

"Well, I'm… I'm really sorry about that, son. The first thing I saw when I arrived was… well, you know."

"It is… alright." Ao'nung took a deep breath, trying to steady his heartbeat before talking to you. "Toruk Makto and your family probably told you about my bad behavior towards them when they arrived." You nodded once. "So I understand you were protecting her. You don't have to worry about me anymore, I'm trying to become friends with everyone now. That's why I suggested Kiri when my mom almost took my eyes out for my foolishness."

"We are done, by the way. I don't need to wrap your wounds now, but your mother would do in a few hours."

"Thank you, Kiri. Am… can I go?"

It took you a few seconds to understand that he was talking to you. After you apologized again, Ao'nung left, muttering hisses in pain. When you were left alone with Kiri, inside the biggest tent of the village, in silence that returned the peace in the room… you feared the 'protective act' just managed to make her more distant. Instead of letting out a deserving complaint, Kiri took your wounded hand and observed it just like Tuk did prior, but with much more attention. Her hand guided you to sit where the previous patient was, and you waited there, in silence, while the girl made all the work like a pro. The medicine she applied was of a different color, but it stung, too.

"Ouch!" You hissed quietly.

"Don't kick me." The girl didn't laugh or smile, but you sensed a little bit of teasing in her voice.

"Kiri, I'm really sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your new friend. It really looked like he was picking on you again. Anyhow, if Ao'nung tells his parents and they reprehend you, just tell me, and I'll apologize to them."

"Did you mean it?"

"Did I mean what?"

The girl stayed in silence for a moment, stoping her movements as well. Then she decided to finish wrapping up your palm with a leaf before hugging her knees close to the chest. You didn't move, what if you made the wrong decision of touching her hand or caressing her cheek to encouraging her? Would she tell you to stay away from her and never talk to you again?

"When you called me 'daughter'?"

Something broke inside when you heard Kiri ask that question, with an insecure tone that made you want to protect her from the whole planet and its dangers. Why was she asking such an obvious thing? Was it not obvious for her? Did she really believe you didn't recognize her as such? Was that the reason why she was so distant with you? All of those and more questions floated in your head for so much time that Kiri looked up, trying to understand if you listened to the question. Or maybe you did listen, but it was something you said in the heat of the moment, and now you didn't want to be rude.

"I see. You can go now if you want…"

"No!"

"No?"

"I mean- I don't want to go, and of course I meant it, baby." You finally slipped closer to her, managing to lay your wounded hand —now wrapped and ready to heal— the side of her head. "You are my daughter just as you are Jake, Neytiri and Grace's. Maybe I didn't know about your existence the last couple of years, Eywa, I didn't even know about your brothers! but all of you are a blessing from the Great Mother."

"But I come from sa'nu Grace."

"This isn't about DNA, darling. She was our friend, someone very important to us. When Jake and Neytiri adopted you like a Sully, you became mine too. And I would never ask for a different Kiri as my daughter, not when I have this intelligent, beautiful girl that has a great connection with Eywa. And that's why, even though I know we still have a pat to follow, I would love if you see me as your sempul too."

"I always wanted to know you. I grew up hearing stories about you, and your adventures and investigations with dad, and every time my brothers and I would go see the stars, I would ask Eywa and sa'nu Grace to help you find your way to us, or to lead dad to you…" a tear ran down her eye, and you stroke it away. "I always thought about what I would tell you the first time we met, maybe ask you about how similar na'vi and humans are to understand if I'm really that weird. So when you rescued me from Quaritch's hands and Neteyam told me it was you, I literally cried from happiness. But then the days passed, and I noticed how easy it was for everyone to talk to you, and all the questions got stuck in my throat because maybe… maybe you didn't want me."

Your little girl finally let out all the tears she was holding, and this time, you didn't hesitate to wrap her with your arms, protecting her with your whole body and soul. Seeing her cry like the baby you never got to know, but you loved, was a different type of feeling. Maybe that's what it was to be a dad, to be ready to skin alive anyone who wanted to hurt your kids, but also cry with them like you were crying now.

"I will always want you, ma Kiri." You left a kiss on her temple. "And I will always be here, next to dad and aunt Neytiri to make you feel safe and loved."

"I want that."

"Oh, darling…"

You hugged her really tight until she hit you, slightly, in your arm. The poor girl almost passed out thanks to you. Fortunately, she started laughing at this, and it made you happy to know you provoked it.

"I'm glad we talked about this."

"Me too, darling. Me too."

"By the way, Ao'nung won't tell his parents, not now that he wants us to forgive him."

"Well, that's good to know. Still, we should scape with dad and the others, just to be sure we won't meet the leaders' fury for scaring their son."

"Now?"

"It's better to do the things we want today. We don't know what will happen tomorrow."

You stood up after putting one of her braids behind her ear. Then you pulled her out and started to run towards your family's tent, not paying attention to the giggles of the metkayina that were caused by your daughter's laugh. It was good to see how free she felt at that moment. Perhaps you also left behind a huge weight that was crushing you before.

"And this is my friend Tai'ni. She's a zukzuk (pandoran otterfin). I recognize her because she has purple stripes on her back and head!"

"Wow, Tuk! She's so pretty! They look like a mammal we had back on Earth. We called them otters."

Tuk was dipping her feet in the ocean, sitting in a rock with you and Kiri, while Neytiri and Neteyam made accesorios for the family on the sand, and Lo'ak was diving with Jake and Spider. All of you 'scaped' —more like they were forced by you to reunite in the beach— with the ilus until you arrived to a small island that was close to the village. Neytiri was a little worried that someone would need you, but Jake reassured it was enough for a warrior to make a hand gesture from the village to catch your attention. Gladly, you had better eyes in your new body.

"Where they friendly too? I heard animals on Earth tend to be more aggressive." Kiri joined the conversation.

"I guess it depends. Most of the otters were friendly, cute, and fluffy, but not all of them."

"Do you a book where we can see them, sempul?" Tuk blinked with her long eyelashes and puppy eyes, knowing you could never say no.

"Maybe Norm or Max have some of my old journals. I never specialized on animals, but it was part of the work. We can search there, Tuk-Tuk."

"Dad has some of them." Neteyam sat next to you when Neytiri told him to go with you, so he dipped his feet in the fresh water too.

"Some of them?"

"Your journals. Dad always took us to the labs to show us your work. Sometimes, he would read them out loud like tales. He brought them here." Kiri answered.

"You can read them to us now, daddy!"

"Maybe even with toys, like aunt Neytiri used to sometimes." When Neteyam added that fact, you turned your face to see a smiley Neytiri working with shells and pieces of wood. She looked at you with precious tenderness, thinking about how happy the kids would be now that the author of those 'tales' was there, with them, ready to share all his knowledge.

Suddenly, something —someone— emerged from the deep ocean right in front of you, grabbing your legs while letting out a loud roaring sound. Tuk let out a high-pitched scream, grabbing your arm, while Kiri and Neteyam turned their faces in reflex.

"Here comes the shark!" Jake grabbed Tuk too, and she started to giggle.

"But daddy, what's a shark? I didn't see that on the books."

"It's was my favorite!" Lo'ak emerged from the water too, swimming closer to his family. "Still scary if you ask me."

"Boo!" Spider made Kiri jump when he did the same as Jake.

"Skxawng! You scared me." She splashed water at him.

"Careful, she learned how to kick!" You teased.

"Dad!" She rolled her eyes.

"Hey! Come dive, there's a family of ilus that are playing with a pup!" Lo'ak talked in excitement after he submerged again.

"Yes! Let's play with the ilus!"

Kiri helped Tuk to get inside the water, while Lo'ak and Spider pulled Neteyam by the legs when he suggested to stay where he was. Then you turned around to see Neytiri still working, oblivious of everything.

"Come on, Tiri."

"Am… I'll stay."

"Hey, you can't stay here by yourself. This is a family moment." Jake said.

"I'm not good with water…"

"I'll help you, auntie!" Tuk said, her hair all wet already. "The ilus are really patient and friendly!"

"You don't wanna make your niece sad." You smiled when she rolled her eyes, putting aside all the materials.

When everyone was on the water, you were ready to swim, too, but Jake positioned himself between your legs, laying his cheek on your thigh. Some marks of age and battles adorned his face, but under the shadow that your body provided, his face looked relaxed, adding youth to his expression. And now he was looking at you attentively, just like you were looking at him.

"What?" You whispered.

"I wish I got to live forever to always see your precious face."

Your stomach lurched, and you had to avoid eye contact with him so he wouldn't realize the effect he had on you. But Jake knew; he knew he drove you wild, that a word, a glance, or a touch was enough to bring you to your knees. And honestly, you wanted nothing else. But having him so close, right next to you, was still a little hard to believe. That's why you were grateful to be able to raise your hands and caress Jake's rough skin with your fingers, exploring each of the blue stripes, making him close her eyes.

"I could never get tired of you, my love, or our children. Never." You murmured as you leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips. Jake's mind went blank, but between sighs and the urge to wrap his arms around you, he asked the question he'd been wanting to ask for a while:

"Were you able to talk to Kiri?" His raspy voice made his breath brush against yours. "Yes, we cleared everything up and... we said things we couldn't before. Now, it'll be easier for both of us to get closer." You smiled and hugged him around the shoulders, a little awkwardly because of the position, but then Jake spread your legs even further and he emerged his entire upper body to hold you properly, making you laugh.

"I'm grateful. She needs us, love."

"I know. And I'll be there for her like I wish I had been before..." Jake took your jaw in his hand and stroked it before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes closed and savored the feeling of him surrounding you completely.

"Come on, dad! Stop being gross!" Kiri yelled from far away.

"There's kids here, you know?!" Lo'ak teased too.

"Well, I'll show you all the love we have for you too!"

Jake turned around to go after your kids, and you swam to them, excited to enjoy an evening full of laughs and jokes. Under the clear sky and around the beautiful animals in the ocean, you thanked Eywa for letting you return to your love and your family.

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When it's time to clap for the stars on stage, Knox's heart leaps in his chest again when he recognizes your profile as you ascend the side stairs. Though it soon breaks when he sees you present a bouquet of flowers to one of the actors.

On the way to the academy, he spends his time complaining and whining, showing a pout.

Neil has to ask him what's wrong, and just when he clarifies that the actor was your cousin, Knox starts smiling again.

Neil signs his death warrant because, oh boy, Knox won't leave him alone until he agrees to introduce you.

Knox knows your name when Neil tells him, and the first thing our lover boy does is write it in his journal.

Finally, after nights of dreaming about you, Neil invites Todd and Knox to one of his rehearsals.

Knox almost had a heart attack when he saw you sitting in one of the front rows, laughing with your friends.

“There's your girl.” Neil jokes, and Knox feels like his whole face is burning.

Knox wouldn't have to worry too much about how to approach you.

As soon as you saw him, you smiled. "Ah! You're the guy I bumped into before the show! Wow, that was so embarrassing."

“Uh… Am…”

Yep. Knox would be waiting for that moment so long that he would completely lose his words.

It doesn't help that your friends start giggling under their breath while you watch him with curiosity.

“Sorry. My friend is a little shy… at first.” Neil has to push him slightly towards you.

“My name is Knox Overstreet, and I think you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world.” That's how everything actually starts.

“Are you sure he's shy?” You asked, smiling widely.

From then on, Knox decides to ask for your school's number, and you decide to have keywords so you can call each other without any problems.

Of course, that's not enough.

Both decide to arrange short dates on their days off and on days when Neil needs help at the theater club, as he asks the principal to let Knox with some ‘important stuff’.

And it's perfect because Knox spends the afternoons writing poems for you.

The first time he works up the courage to give you one of them is on your third date.

Of course, you couldn't contain your excitement, so you hugged him tightly after reading it.

But Knox also receives a surprise, as you give him a craft made with notebook paper, where his name and all the qualities you know about him so far are written, forming a heart.

You also give him a rose.

Our boy is blushing so hard that you think he's having an allergic reaction.

The dates gradually transform; you spend afternoons having picnics, share book reviews, and Knox reads poetry to you.

The best part of his days, if you ask him. Especially when you would caress his hair, saying something like “You are really cute.” Or “Have I told you your nose is perfect?” Or “Such a pretty boy.”

Stop it. He's going to explode from happiness.

After a month, you start to attend some reunions of the Dead Poets Society.

Lucky you, the boys adore you.

Each of them would ask questions about your friendship with Knox, usually teasing the boy to make you laugh.

Knox gets a little jealous at first because why are you not giving your full attention to him?

But after hours of whining —internally—, he receives the most precious gift: a poem written by you.

“I thought I had to do something that would be really important for you.” You whisper.

He doesn't want to read it until he's alone in his room.

Man, he would lock everyone out because, come on, Knox needs a moment for your beautiful writing.

After reading the whole three-sheets-long poem, he decides: you are the one.

Of course, he would do something special to ask you to be his girlfriend. He's Knox Overstreet.

He plans a simple yet romantic dinner at the entrance of the woods, just far enough so no one in Welton could see you.

Knox can do anything for you, but he's so nervous, he asks the poets for help, even Richard.

The boys would prepare the best they could do: A table for two with a clean tablecloth, decorated chairs, lanterns instead of candles to prevent any fires —Cameron's recommendation—, paper decorations and a path of roses on the floor.

“May I ask, why did you take so long?” Steven asks. It seems he reads everyone's mind, as the poets observe their friend with curiosity.

“I was waiting for the right time. I don't wanna mess things up, not with her.”

Finally, when you arrive wearing a beautiful outfit, you start to eat what Knox prepared with Charlie and Todd's help.

Knox gives you your favorite dessert, and when you are eating it, he decides the time is perfect.

He calls your name softly.

Imagine him, sitting right in front of you, wearing his best coat, perfectly perfumed, and saying something like: “I want to thank you for your friendship and the happy moments you have let me share with you, but I'd like to take the next step. You would make me the happiest guy in the world if you let me see another side of you. Would you give me the privilege of being my girlfriend?”

And then you laugh, and Knox is confused and hurt. A list of ‘I shouldn't have…’ forms in his mind, but you stop it almost immediately.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”

You take a container full of cookies out of your backpack; the lid says '10 things I love about you'.

Girrrrlllll, he would start crying when he reads that in each of the cookies, there is a number, from one to ten, surrounded by hearts.

“You have to eat them to reveal the papers where I wrote some reasons why I like you.”

Knox can't even speak. So, with his vision blurred by tears, he stands up from his seat and puts his arms around you.

Your eyes are watery, too, now. You are a perfect match.

Your beauty was mesmerising. All you were glowing. Your skin, your hair, your eyes… everything captured her attention. «I want to be like them when I grow up» she was sure, even if she didn't even know you. Jake carried his daughter with secure —and tired— arms, and Tuk didn’t take her eyes off you. A smile was shared between the two of you, but the little girl felt disappointed when your eyes traveled to her dad. First it was a few seconds, then you looked down at the sand. Tuk saw a faint purple blush on your cheeks when you shortly gazed at Jake again.

When the olo'eyktan accepted the request for uturu, he also asked for his children to show the village to the newcomers. That's when you walk closer, your pace graceful, your steps light, and your eyes sparkling with something Tuktirey could recognize.

“You look like royalty because you are part of it!” Tuk said almost breaking her neck when she looked up to show you a smile with tiny fangs.

“Rohyaltee?” The foreign word came out unnaturally.

“Don't say english words if you can't explain at the moment, baby girl. We have to install fast.” Jake scolded softly as he carried some bags. It wasn't a big deal, but he didn't want to leave a bad impression among the metkayina, let alone an important member like you.

“I don't think it means something bad if a sweet girl like you says it.” Oh, Tuk definitely liked you. Everyone started walking behind you.

“It doesn't.” Jake answered and your cheeks turned purple again. “It’s the term humans have for the member of the family that rules among a group of people.”

“Tell her the basics, sempul. The way you taught me that I was a part of the royalty!” Tuktirey wanted to check if she was right. “How do humans describe them?”

“Well, they are graceful, kind, brave, work hard to protect the people they love, seek to do good, and they are very good-looking.”

When the purple tint expanded to your neck and ears, Tuk had her answer. «This is going to be fun» So her mission started right away.

“And they are good looking, right?” She asked innocently, looking at you.

“Tuk! You- I- That's not- Why-” Even Neteyam giggled when he heard his dad stumble with his own tongue. “I mean, of course you are!” Jake wasn't going to lie. You were attractive, but he didn't have time to think about that. Not then and not there. “Not that I wanted to say it- I mean, not that I didn't want to say it!” He almost tripped in the middle of the bouncy path. Jake couldn't be perceived as bold or disrespectful, but at the same time, what if you take offense because he tried to retract his words? His mind was off, his lips felt weird, he definitely needed some sleep.

“It's okay. Don't worry, Toruk Makto.”

“Please, don't-”

“This is for you. Your new home.” You interrupted when you arrived at the empty marui.

“Yeah, this will work. This looks great.” Jake walked around the space, trying to ease the awkwardness of the previous interaction. “Thank you for your help.”

“Of course! Please let your kids know that my siblings will be waiting for them at the shore after all of you rest. And I believe my sempul wants me to teach you our ways, so meet me at the healing marui when you are ready and well rested too.”

You disappeared after showing a smile to each member of the family.

“My sempul is part of the royalty too! He can be a good candidate for-”

“Okay! Let's unpack and rest for a while.” Jake interrupted, pushing Tuk far away from the entrance. Thankfully you were far away already.

Jake couldn't erase the embarrassment he went through in front of you. He said to himself it was because you were someone important in this new place, where he needed to hide. But deep down, the real reason was: Jake made a foul in front of a good-looking na'vi. As a dad, he wasn't able to make this obvious, so he prepared to take a nap. But Tuk knew what happened. She was sure when the same light burn color appeared on his cheeks when Jake laid down.

2. When an ilu was her accomplice

It took only a few hours for Tuk to adore you. And her love for you was reassured days later. When she felt a little left out in the teen group, the girl decided to stay close enough not to worry her siblings but still have space to search for shells in the sand. You saw her when you were taking care of the ilus. Of course, you didn't want any of them to feel lonely, especially since you had never been in their position, but imagined it could be difficult. So you invited her to meet the ilus.

“She is so pretty! I love her already!” Tuk said as she petted the animal.

“Soon you will learn to ride them!”

“Really? Back home I never had the opportunity to do something like this. Dad says I'm too young.”

“Well, then it's good news metkayina ride ilus as soon as possible.”

“Will you teach me?”

“My siblings are in charge of it. Actually, I need to teach your sempul, so then he can ride a bigger animal with my sempul.”

“Wow! That sounds fun. Will I do the same one day?”

“Of course you will! Maybe you could ride an akula.”

The girl showed an enormous smile, even if she didn't know what that meant. Then Jake walked towards you. Heavy footsteps made their way through the sand that resisted movement. And when the man stood in front of you, looking at his daughter, you questioned if he was just not used to the ground or if he was still tired. Jake's face had cuts, scars from battles you could just imagine, and unhealthy dark shadows under his eyes.

“Hey babygirl, you weren't with your siblings like you promised.”

“Sorry. That's my fault. I invited her to help me with the ilus.”

Jake looked at you. Somehow, you thought maybe he didn't notice you before because his eyes opened a little wider, and his ears perked up at your voice. You felt little under his gaze, afraid you would get the little girl in trouble.

“Oh, it's okay. I just don't like it when she is not with one of us.”

Your ears went down, as well as your eyes. Of course his daughter wouldn't get in trouble, but you. There wasn't severity in Jake's words, still, this time the purple blush appeared on your cheeks because of embarrassment. You didn't want him to see you as irresponsible or disrespectful.

“Daddy! Don't be mean, they were friendly. Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Kiri were doing their thing, and I felt left out.” Jake felt Tuk's voice punch him in the stomach. “They say you need to learn how to ride these! So you can't be mean with your karyu (teacher).” Tuk didn’t want her dad to mess up her plans.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude-”

“I understand, truly.” You tried to reassure him, although you still felt embarrassed. Jake noticed your awkwardness, and he cursed himself internally when Jake realized that all he did from the beginning was make you feel uncomfortable. It had been a few days since the family arrived, and even if Jake wanted to act like the adult he was, every time he saw you around the island, his mind reminded him of the first impression you had of him. “Why don't you show him how you feed your new friend, Tuk?” Changing the subject only made Jake feel bad. His daughter saw a peak of sadness in his golden eyes, so she needed to change that.

“Look, daddy!” Tuk gave the animal a fish, and it responded with a happy shriek.

Then, the ilu brought his head close to your stomach, silently asking you to feed him too. After you did that, the animal changed its target, this time rubbing his head on Jake's arms, who moved away slightly in surprise.

“It's okay, he won't bite you.”

“Okay, buddy. Let's do this.” Jake grabbed a fish and the animal began to open his mouth. Just as it was about to grab the food, he moved to the other side. “Hey, I thought you wanted this.”

“He's playing with you, daddy!”

“Well, he needs to eat…” The ilu started to swim in circles around Jake, which led him to spin in his place, trying to get the animal to eat. After a few seconds, Jake realized he probably looked silly, and it was conform when Tuk and you covered your mouths, trying not to giggle. “Fine! Don't come crying for food later.”

The last thing Jake heard was another squeal. Then, a force quite large for a medium-sized animal pushed him forward. It would have all ended with him losing a funny fight if your body hadn't been in front of Jake. He only managed to see your eyes wide open before his body pulled both of you under the water.

Jake grabbed your waist and pulled you to the surface almost immediately. You coughed a little, since the shock had barely given you time to catch your breath before you hit the water. Jake brushed aside the heavy strands of hair that were covering your face. When your eyes met, you both saw different things.

Jake was mesmerized by your eyes, as deep as the ocean he now had to call home, and your features looked beautiful up close, even more so than all those times when he refused to accept that he was looking for you among the villagers, just to find out if you —the na'vi who was kind with his family from the beginning— were nearby. And you? You couldn't believe you had him so close, with a worried expression, wrinkling the two pieces of hair above his eyes —that feature caught your attention from the beginning, because you noticed that it was very expressive—. All you wanted was to touch his nose, his hair, and his hands with an extra finger.

“You see it too, right?” Tuk whispered to the ilu while you two were still in a trance. “Good job.” She giggled.

“I'm sorry. That won't happen again, it was him. Uh… I'll better get going with your father.”

Tuk rolled her eyes.

3. When the girls wanted to do a make over

You never expected to be in that situation after so many years. When your siblings were younger, you let Tsireya play with your hair, make loose braids with dirt, or even let her make you some childish accessories. But Tuk? She was a menace. Fortunately, Kiri was there too to guide her. The older girl noticed your insecurity as soon as Tuk said she was going to add some ‘tawtute sparkle’ to this makeover.

“Is this how you felt when I did this to you?” Your sister asked, giggling, covering her mouth.

“Not really, this is… different.”

“Okay, we are done with their hair. What now?”

“Choose some clothes and I'll do their makeup!” Tuk jumped in excitement.

“Maayk-oop?” Tsireya and you were confused.

“Yes! They are human products, but I'll use fruit! That's for painting your face with different colors and accentuating your features. Glitter is usually used, and we don't have that, but I think I can make it look good.”

“Is it like paint for battle?”

“Something like that… mmm, but not at all.”

“Tuk, I don't think they would-”

“Please! I promise I will make you prettier. You can show my brother.” Tuk said to Tsireya, then she looked at you. “And you can show a mighty warrior that's interested in you!”

“I appreciate the help, but there's no one right now.”

“Then you should do it for you. Try something new.” Kiri whispered, because she knew she wasn't the best to give that advice, but Kirk liked you as soon as she discovered that she felt comfortable spending time with you.

“Okay, okay. Let's try.”

Tuk began pouring the juice from some fruits into bowls, and also separating the gelatinous pulp, which would be used for things you didn't understand. She took bunches of scentless herbs and tied them together to form instruments. She seemed like a real expert. And she proved it when she began painting your faces. It was definitely not like traditional face paint for special occasions, as the paint was spread across their eyelids, cheeks, and lips with the herbs, the fruit itself or Tuk's little finger.

“Oh, Eywa! You look amazing.”

“You did a good job.” Kiri smiled. “Here's your clothes.”

Tsireya's outfit was pink and blue, while yours was purple and green. Maybe because you had no mirror you couldn't exactly see how everything turned out, but when you looked at Tsireya, you understood it perfectly matched your makeup.

“Come on! You have to see your faces! But you can't get in the ocean.”

When you saw your reflection in the water, you didn't recognize the unnatural color palette on your face. However, the weird sensation that filled your stomach wasn't bad at all. You felt pretty.

“Girls, I need you to come and help your brothers to-”

You turned around when you recognized the voice that you started to love, not directly because it wasn't like you two talked a lot. Jake saw your features accentuated with the makeup that he didn't expect to see in Pandora. Had he dared to take his eyes off you and look at Tsireya, Jake would have noticed that your makeup was more subtle than your sister's, but that didn't matter. Jake tilted his head, confused by a familiar tickling in his chest. Jake couldn't speak, for all he could think was: «They look different. Either way, they are so… ethereal.» But he immediately backtracked and was finally able to look the other way.

“Do you like my work, daddy?”

“Girls, I need you to go to the marui, okay? I'll be there in a minute.”

Jake didn't even say goodbye. Of course, you weren't aware of this internal battle, so when he looked at you, paying special attention with big golden eyes, and didn't answer the question, you felt ridiculous.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

Tsireya asked worriedly as you ran to the area of tall trees to hide. You didn't want to upset little Tuk, so you removed your makeup in a small stream and stayed there until nightfall.

4. When Tuk “fell asleep” on the bonfire

When this happened, you were hurt, really hurt. Your heart felt heavy since the day you felt exposed before Jake Sully, the great warrior. It was obvious that he didn't like you. Maybe you were separating Tuk from her siblings when you weren't supposed to, yeah, maybe that. Because being ugly for him was embarrassing, but that couldn't be the reason why Jake decided to skip the ilu lesson, just to jump directly with the tsurak. Jake knew you would be his teacher, so it couldn't be anything but personal, not when your father told you not to worry about giving Toruk Makto lessons the morning after the makeup thing happened.

Jake knew he messed up. Tuk let him know since a week ago she entered the marui, with arms crossed, saying he was a ‘big meanie’ with you. Then Jake just made it worse when he talked to Tonowari about skipping a step of the training. To be honest, that decision had nothing to do with you. Jake was simply confident he could tame the wild animal that the metkayina warriors tamed. Jake needed to protect his family and couldn't afford to waste any time. However, Jake felt a certain relief when he didn't have to worry about saying or doing something foolish in front of you, even if it meant not seeing you at all. That feeling only consumed him when he noticed you no longer gave him a smile whenever your eyes accidentally met across the village. Now you tried to ignore him as much as possible, even avoiding his children when Jake was around.

“Dad, you need to fix this.” Tuk said, bringing the last piece of food to her mouth.

“Me? What are you talking about?”

“You know. My friend is sad because of you. I told you, big meanie. Now you have to apologize.”

“She's right, dad. Tsireya and Ao'nung said they have been really quiet lately.” Lo'ak talked with his mouth full.

“The dessert is next to them, how about we go get some? That way you can sit down, talk and apologize.”

Tuk grabbed Jake's hand before he could answer. They approached you, and although you smiled politely, your attention was focused on the little girl. You knew Tuk wanted dessert, so as soon as she saw the large plate everyone was grabbing food from, you handed it to her.

“Thank you! Oh, this spot is warmer than the other one, right, sempul? We should sit here.”

The silence between you and Jake was awkward, even painful for Tuk. Around you, the clan members chatted amongst themselves in lively conversations; some murmured, but all interacted with each other. Tuk, on the other hand, sat between you, waiting for her father to say something.

“Mmm, I'm satisfied. The food was delicious.”

“Do you wanna go to sleep, baby girl?”

“Nop. I wanna sleep by the fire for a while. It reminds me of home.”

Tuk climbed onto his lap, until Jake took her in his arms and, sitting down, rocked her like when she was a baby. Memories flooded his mind and subtly reflected on his face as he watched his sweet little girl sleep and his children talk quietly on the other side of the bonfire. You watched him discreetly, wondering how he felt since the day he arrived. Then, after a few minutes, when you were about to stand up, Jake said your name.

“I don't know how to say this.” Jake felt stupid. He was an adult, for Eywa's sake! “But Tuk made me realise I've been rude to you. It was never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable.” The girl struggled to keep her ears from perking up when she heard her name. “I'm really sorry. I just don't know how to act around new people, and my kids have loved you since the day we arrived here. I guess I wanted to make a good impression, but didn't know how to.”

“Why did you tell my father that you weren't going to train with me anymore?”

“That wasn't personal. Ilus are too easy, so I was sure I could manage a real aquatic beast.” Tuk felt his father's chest rise and fall as he let out a short laugh and wanted to open her eyes to see your reaction to the cocky confession.

“Of course. The great Toruk Makto can tame all the beasts in Pandora.”

For the first time in a while, Jake didn't dislike someone calling him that. A half-smile appeared when he noticed you avoiding his gaze and playing with one of your bracelets.

“But even I need to improve my breathing. My kids say you are a great teacher, so I won't miss the opportunity to train with you.”

“I'm not that good. Besides, I've only trained with them a couple of times.”

“That makes you even better.” Tuk almost let out an excited giggle, but she stifled it by letting out a sleepy groan before settling gently into her father's arms.

“Then we need to improve your breathing technique.”

That time, it wasn't exactly a failure, but Tuk wanted his father to kiss you already!

5. When Tuk spied on both of you

“Remember daddy, listen to karyu. Don't be grumpy.”

“I'm not grumpy, baby girl.” All of his kids looked away when he tried to gain their approval.

“You can be when you’re trying something new. But they are very patient, don't worry.”

“Auch.” Jake stood up and took the essentials before opening the curtain to let the sunlight in. “I must get going. Boys, take care of Tuk, Kiri is going to help Tsireya today.”

“Remember to smile at them! They like to see that you are enjoying the lessons!” Tuk yelled from inside the marui.

“Really?” Neteyam asked.

“Of course.” She smirked.

Tuk slipped away from his brothers' sight so she could watch Jake and you on the rocks where everyone took lessons before. It was the third day the little girl had done it, so Tuk already knew which trees she could hide behind to avoid being seen and to hear a little. Anyone who discovered her would reprimand her, but she would defend herself by saying it was to make sure her plan was on the right track.

Both of you were sitting on a rock, unaware of the little spy who was doing everything in her tiny hands to see a cute interaction. With the sun bathing your blue skin, Jake tried everything so as not to lose focus. It was silly, because Jake felt like a teenager, nervously looking away. But at the end of the day, he was the one who asked for help.

“Now breathe from here.” Jake felt your hand on his abdomen. You were showing him how to use the correct technique, but he couldn't help blushing. Even for a moment, Jake wanted to giggle. Your skin against his burned; it tickled him too. “Your heartbeat is fast.”

“Sorry.”

“Don't apologize. What's wrong?”

“I just have a lot in my mind right now.”

“Is it the clan duties? I can ask my dad to give you less chores. Maybe that would help.”

“No!” Jake instinctively reached for your hand, the one that was still touching him. “Sorry. I just…” Jake took a deep breath, without letting you go. “What would the clan think if the so mighty warrior asked for less chores?” Jake spoke with a bitter tone. Shame peeked through his words. “I have done enough coming here to hide my family, putting all of you in danger.”

The tiredness on his eyes and the scars on his face reminded you of the first time you met him. You couldn't imagine the guilt and pressure Jake carried on his back. Of course in every legend, there’s a side of the story that only the true warriors understand. That's why you decided to come closer, squeezing his five blue fingers and positioning your other hand on his chest, right where the heart was. Jake only looked at you, confused and expecting to know the reason why you were touching him like that —like you were touching something great and unique—.

“Did you ask for war?”

“No.” Jake flinched. His eyes betrayed him, and they revealed to you a painful reflection of years fighting the sky people.

“Then all you have done is protect your family.” Your braids slid in front of your forehead; Jake felt a familiar twist in his stomach. “No one can judge if any of you need time to rest and heal. Every warrior deserves to breathe and reconnect with the great mother. You have a strong heart, Jake.” He smiled, remembering the past.

“Thank you.” Jake whispered your name softly, and your cheeks showed a purple soft tint. “But I still want to feel like I do something for the people here.” «For you» Jake wanted to say; he didn't know why. “It’s the least I can do.”

Your smile made him want to squeeze you around his arms and never let you go. Then you realized how touchy you were being. Physical contact was not unusual among the na'vi, but you didn't want Jake to realise how much you liked his company, so you backed up and hid your hands under your thighs, hiding, at the same time, the fact that you wanted to keep being close to him.

“Well, then you must accept my help with the chores.”

“Only when you are not busy, I don't wanna get you in trouble.”

“Fine.”

“Deal.”

Your eyes sparkled. Jake leaned because he wanted to appreciate how the sun changed the color of the, slightly.

Tuk squeaked, covering her mouth. Then she covered her eyes, peeking from between the fingers.

Jake put the rebel braids behind your ear, caressing your face in the process.

Tuk bit her hand, moving her legs with excitement.

Both of your faces were starting to get close again. None of you backing up for a second.

So close.

Then, Tsireya called your name.

Jake jumped a little on his place, scratching the back of his neck. You looked away before meeting your little sister, who was running in the sand.

“Sa'nok needs you. Is… everything… okay?” Tsireya sensed some tension.

“Uh? Ah- ye-yeah. We were finishing our lesson. I'll see you later, Jake.”

“S-Sure! I'm gonna keep practicing. And, uh.. thank you for everything.”

“Of course.” You smiled again.

Tuk kneeled on the sand with frustration and slid her hands from the back of her head to the sides of her chin —almost digging the nails into her skin, messing up her hair in the process—. Tuk wanted to yell, but she ended up opening her mouth to let out muted screams. The girl rolled on the sand, throwing a silent tantrum that Jake didn't notice because he was too far, focused on his own thoughts: «Why do I feel like this?»

6. When Tuk asked Neteyam for help

“You have been doing what?” Neteyam scolded her when his little sister revealed why she needed help.. Tuk didn't like it when he was mad at her, especially when his arms were crossed and he was looking down at her.

“Dad has been alone since mom, and if there's someone who can make him happy it's them. Trust me, I have seen everything!”

“You mean ‘spy’ them?”

“I was just collecting evidence to confirm their feelings.”

“And?”

“Dad gets so nervous that he acts like a fool in front of them every, single, time. And karyu looks at sempul like he could fight a whole clan for them. They like each other! Please, Teyam! You have to believe me!”

Tuk wanted to be the director of this play, but she realized she needed help to succeed before it was too late. Neteyam was her best option for all she knew.

“Okay, okay. I will help you just this time. But if dad doesn't have feelings, then it's over. You will stop spying, hearing adult conversations and everything.”

“Pinky promise.” Tuk showed her fangs when she smiled.

“So, what's the plan?”

Tuk wanted Jake to give you something special, a gift. Maybe that would help both of you to confess what you're feeling. But she needed a motive. Fortunately, Jake passed the shell test very fast. The night he achieved another win, Jake arrived at the communal bonfire with you. And after Tuk told Neteyam all the little details she had noticed, he started to analyze too: his dad had a bright smile, bigger than all those lonely days where all he did was take care of the olo'eyktan’s chores. You were giggling, walking next to him.

“Kids, I finally made it.” Jake showed them the bright purple shell. The kids cheer proudly, hugging their dad.

“Was it hard, daddy?

“Not really, I had the greatest teacher.” Jake looked at you, silently thanking you again, like when he went to the surface after a long breath, showing you the smile piece on his hand.

“The credit isn't completely mine.” You sat down with your family a few seconds ago. The Sullys started to eat too, while their dad told them everything. A new story added to the menu of tales.

“You should give them a present as an official offer of friendship.” Neteyam started.

“Present? Mmm, I don't know. Na'vis have many meanings for presents, I don't want to make them uncomfortable.” Jake said while he took a piece of fruit.

“But daddy, Teyam is right. I gave them a lot of presents already! I know they love simple stuff!”

“Are you trying to say I can't do anything else than ‘simple’?” Jake messed with her hair.

“Well, you can make weapons.” Lo'ak said, trying to hype him up… unsuccessfully.

“Hey, I can make more than just weapons. I'll give them something nice.”

A few days later, Jake was at the very edge of frustration. He spent the whole afternoon thinking about what the perfect gift would be for you. But that wasn't Jake's fortress, so Neteyam found him in the marui, with tools and materials to work on the floor, and the shell in front of him, being appreciated in silence as Jake was about to give up.

“Dad, can I ask you a question?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Why are you trying to make it perfect so bad?”

“I guess I wanna prove myself to all of you. Don't tell your siblings.”

“I won't.” Both of them laugh. “Just that?”

“Well, I guess I wanna make something pretty for the heir of the metkayina throne. They have been kind and lovely with us, so they deserve something pretty.”

And that's when Neteyam knew Tuk was right. His dad wasn't the best with words, but Jake was really expressive. The oldest of the Sully kids saw the light on Jake's golden gaze when he talked about you.

“Then you should make the moment special.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you are so worried about what they might think, then make the moments unforgettable.”

“What's your suggestion?”

“I think I know who you should ask that…”

After a few minutes, a high-pitched voice filled the space with emotion. “And you have to give them flowers! We can prepare a cute spot in the small forest they have here, maybe with pillows, blankets, and sparkles! But they don't have glitter here.”

“Tuk, we don't have pillows and blankets here either.” Neteyam smiled. “I guess we can still look for a pretty spot.”

“And why flowers? I already have a present for them.” Jake spoke from the corner.

“Daddy! Don't be silly! The more gifts, the better!”

“Bad news. I don't even know what the main present is going to be.”

“Mmm.” Tuk scratched her chin. “They wear a lot of necklaces! It can be easy if you attach the shell to one of those ocean plants.”

Jake didn't want it easy. He waited two days to start with the crafting as he observed what kind of accessories you wore. Jake noticed you loved a certain rock and specific colors, so he decided to search inside aquatic caves for more stones. Also he crafted and painted wooden beads to add to the necklace. The only problem was that he needed to work really late, because sometimes you decided that you needed him right when he was in the middle of creating the best accessory for you.

“Jake?” The warrior hid everything under a blanket, dropping a few tools next to him. “What are you doing?” You asked, smiling, sliding into the Sullys’ house. Tuk saw you walking there from afar. She ran as fast as possible, trying to not lose any detail of the possible interaction that made her heart jump.

“I'm working on something for Kiri.” Tuk giggled when she heard Jake's excuse from outside.

“That's really sweet! Can I help you with something?”

“No!” Your smile dropped immediately. “I mean…” Jake chuckled, surprisingly. He never acted like that. “I want to do this myself. You know how I am, I want to prove myself.”

“Oh, well, I’m sure Kiri will like it anyway.”

“Why?”

“Because she loves you, and everything you do for your kids is from your heart.”

Those words got stuck with him when Jake finally had to give it to you. Somehow, it reassured him. Maybe you would like the present even if it was the worst work in all Pandora. Jake didn't know, but that last sentence was true. You would receive even the most insignificant rock that that man dug from the dirt. During the lessons, the communal dinner, or even across the shore when he was about to tame a tsurak again and you were fishing, you always searched his gaze. It's not necessary to say that the smile he reserved just for you made your head spin. That's why you would go with him anywhere too. You were just trying not to be obvious when you asked:

“I don't understand Jake. Where are we going?” Jake guided you, taking your hand. Neteyam and Tuk slid among the trees carefully.

“Tuk, we should give them space.” Neteyam whispered.

“Come on, Teyam. I know you want to know if he had the courage to confess too.”

“Ugh, okay. But just this time or dad will kill both of us.”

Jake stopped suddenly, seeing the tree with purple flowers that Tuk mentioned when Jake said he would get lost and never found the cave his kids prepared for this moment. Now, the pressure was getting real. His stomach sank a little, and sweat pooled on his hand. Apparently, Jake's heart didn't understand that he was just going to give you a present; he wasn't going to ride Toruk again. «I feel like a kid. What is this?”»

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Let's go inside the cave.” You followed him. After a few steps there was the place he was talking about.

“This cave? I have never been here. We need to be sure there aren't any animals. Also, this cave is not underwater and I don't have anything else but my knife.”

“Hey, don't forget you have the former forest olo'eyktan protecting you.”

Tuk giggled softly, covering her mouth because she was excited her dad was finally flirting. On the other hand, Neteyam furrowed his eyebrows, but one second later, he just hid his face, smiling, surprised by the way Jake was acting.

“Well, in that case…” You smiled.

Jake moved a curtain made by green leaves and pink flowers. Inside, there were bioluminescent plants and a pod emanating blue and white sparkles, next a basket full of fruit, and ulu'tah inib'sey mulsi (bowls) full of other variations of desserts. The beauty of Eywa surrounded them with grace, and Jake almost laughed when he saw a woven rug and some spongy thing that resembled human blankets and pillows —of course they were made with other materials.

“Wow, Teyam. That's awesome. Truly romantic.”

“What? I didn't-”

“We did.” Kiri said, hiding next to her siblings, Lo'ak came right behind them. “We figured out what Tuk was doing and catched Neteyam sneaking here to prepare everything.”

“I sincerely thought he was sneaking with someone.” Lo'ak whispered.

“Skxawng.”

“Shhh, I can't hear them.” The little girl complained.

“Jake, this is beautiful.” Your voice filled his chest with warmth. He was sure that the kids deserved

“And it's not the best part. Come, sit with me.” The tilt of his head, just a small gesture, made your heartbeat increase.

Both of you sat down on the rug. You were sure this was a human thing, but at the same time, it felt like what na'vi knew as a date. The least you needed was being delusional. However, you hope all the signs Jake apparently showed you all this time were what you thought they were.

Jake looked nervous next to you, fingering with the small bag attached on his hip. You tried to help, taking his hand and rubbing the extra finger that made him unique. Your action caused a reaction, Jake felt breathless when he realized how close you were. He could see the shades of colors in your eyes; the pattern of freckles that started on your forehead, crossed your cheekbones, and ended at your chin; the shape of your nose and the contour of your lips. You were perfect. Jake knew. His heart knew.

“If I think about it, I should have done this sooner, but this is the best occasion to give you something special. Because you have helped my whole family, you have been kind, but the most important thing is that you accepted us since day one. Even after I messed up with my mouth.” Both of you chuckled. “So, here it is. The present I made with my bare hands and motivation from little Tuk.” The girl smiled, still hiding, when her dad recognized her work.

The Sully kids huddled together among the leaves, feeling their skin prickle against them, just to get a glimpse of what Jake was showing you. They catched your reaction, but it was clearer for Jake, who was looking at you with expectation.

Your eyes widened, and your mouth opened slightly, then a smile adorned your face. What was hanging from Jake's hand was a thread made of marine plants that also held the most beautiful stones Jake could find, along with beads reminiscent of forest culture, all accompanying the protagonist of the gift: the purple shell you had thrown into the water the day he passed the final breathing test. The gift was so precious that your hands were shaking when you took it.

“Jake- I don't know what to say.”

“Just tell me if you like it.”

“Of course I do!”

Jake helped to put it on, and it laid beautifully on your collarbone, but his favorite part was that your whole face reflected how much you loved his work. You actually liked what he did. How couldn't you when it was a perfect symbol of pure affection? As the oldest child of the olo'eyktan and tsahìk you received presents before, but if they were sincere, you never felt a deep connection with the ones that gave them to you. This was not the case. You felt different… connected.

“This is not just a sign of friendship. I want to be so much more than just friends because you made me feel things I haven't felt in a while. Also, I think you are the most beautiful person inside and outside, and I wish you could give me the honor of doing many things with you in the future.”

“Jake, I see you.”

His pupils dilated when your words struck directly at his chest. Eywa, Jake wanted to answer you, say the same, but his emotions were kind of stuck in his throat. He was overwhelmed with his and your confession. That's why he embraced you when he felt the tears sliding down his cheeks. “I see you too.”

Jake mustered all his courage to gently cup your face in his hands and lean in slowly, just in case you decided you didn't want to. Your noses brushed against each other's before Jake pressed his lips to yours. When he finally felt the sweetness of the kiss, you both realized how much you needed this. One kiss wasn't enough to show what you felt, but now you had plenty of time to show it without fear of what the other might think.

With no exaggeration, Tuk was about to explode from happiness. She was going to scream, but Lo'ak covered her mouth. Everyone had to move quickly when the girl couldn't stop moving and started kicking her legs in the air in celebration.

“And we are out.” Neteyam whispered.

Inside, both of you acted like you didn't notice the kids outside and decided to enjoy the food while discussing what you were going to do with your relationship. Everything felt so special and romantic. You didn't want that to end, especially not now that Jake wanted to court you and have a future with you.

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The following eclipses passed by like a slow-motion camera that was actually taking pictures very quickly. You didn't leave Lo'ak's side, not even when all the Sully siblings went to the labs, a place that, while not unpleasant, wasn't your favorite either. Neteyam, Kiri, and Tuk were also really sad to leave behind their home, their friends, and part of their family, so they tried to spend as much time as possible with you. 

You helped Kiri to choose the best outfits and Neteyam to pack his weapons. Tuk was attached to your hip —even fighting with his older brother when the boy wanted some time alone with you—. And Lo'ak? He asked his parents for permission so you could sleep with them the last couple of nights. One of them, you sneak to your favorite spot in the middle of the forest. Lo'ak wanted to give you something.

“This is for you. I want you to keep it, so you can remember I will always think about you, no matter how far apart we are.” He handed you an arm piece, woven with some blue and orange stones. 

“It's beautiful.” 

Lo'ak placed the accessory on your bicep. Shortly after admiring it, you decided to remove your necklace, where purple stones and a fang hung in the center. 

“Then you must have this. A reminder that I will be here waiting for you.” 

That memory played out in Lo'ak's mind along with your laughter when you played tag, the smiles when you caught him staring at you, and all the times he was able to hold you in his arms. During his entire time on Awa'atlu, not a single day passed when he didn't stare at the necklace with a stupid grin. Lo'ak was even caught by his new reef friends. 

“So who is it?” Tsireya asked with a smirk.

“W-What?”

“You know what she's talking about, skxawng.” Ao'nung rolled his eyes. “Is it your girlfriend?” 

“Of course it is!” Neteyam sat down next to his baby brother.

“She is. Although I don't understand what she sees in me.”

“You probably miss her.”

“A lot.”

“We are still young, brother. She would understand if you find another-”

“Never.” His golden eyes revealed how much it hurt him that Neteyam even considered the possibility of replacing you with someone else. “When we come back I'm gonna make sure we don't separate again.”

Meanwhile, in the forest, a month had passed since the Sullys left, but you couldn't stop thinking about your favorite boy. Your father was worried when you woke up so late, barely ate what was necessary, and escaped to places that neither he nor anyone else knew to finish your chores alone. And as the strong warrior your mother was, she sensed other things: your mind was elsewhere. Even when using sharp tools to craft or fix something, your head couldn't concentrate.

“Ah! Shit!” You hissed when your knife cut your hand.

“Ma ‘ite! (Oh daughter!)”

Your mother ran to you and kneeled on the ground. A few tears wet the bow that needed adjustments. But you weren't crying because of the pain, but because of frustration. She could see how tired you were. The dark shadows under your eyes, the pale lips, and the shaking of your body reflected how little rest you had had —in days—.

At the healing tent, everyone was busy tending those who were still going on missions against the sky people. So Mo'at allowed your mother to take what she needed home so she could treat you. It was incredible how being surrounded by incense and smelling the natural herbs relaxed your body. In recent days, whenever you entered Mo'at's workplace for any reason, you noticed that effect on you.

“Talk to me, tìyawn (love).”

“I miss Lo'ak sa'nok, and I'm scared. I don't know if he's fine, I don't know if he's hurt.” Your eyes became a pool of tears. “I know it's selfish, but I also don't know if he met someone else.”

“Oh, tìyawn.” She wrapped the herbs around your hand and then embraced you with her arms. “I know it can be difficult. What you both are going through is valid, but remember, you are young. I'm not saying you should forget about him or what you feel, but there's so much you can do and learn while you wait.” Her finger wiped a rebel tear sliding in your cheek. “Transform those negative feelings to something that can help you keep going. You are yet to go through the iknimaya, but you can start to learn. Eywa blessed us with something new every day.”

You knew your mother was right. So since that day you decided to become stronger and find a special task where you could learn and train. After a few days of thinking, you realized how much you wanted to be a healer. Of course you wouldn't be tsakarem —it wasn't your place—, but Mo'at thought about it since the day her granddaughter left. She started to think of the possibility of training you after noticing how much you liked to be around, helping Lo'ak and the other Sullys when they had minor injuries.

The training helped your mind to be occupied and your heart to be full of hope, wondering how Lo'ak would react when he returned and see your new ability. You mastered the skill as best you could, attending classes with Mo'at, helping your friends when they were hurt, and exploring your surroundings to gather healing plants. It became part of a routine you didn't expect to change much... until Lo’ak returned.

When one of the scientists from the Avatar program entered the healing tent saying that Tarsem and Norm were preparing Neytiri for operation, it didn't even take you two seconds to run after Mo'at. As soon as Neytiri woke up, she informed her kids were in trouble. Lo'ak was in danger.

You weren't allowed to fly with Tarsem, Neytiri and other warriors searching for the rest of the Sully family. So you stayed with Mo'at, pacing back and forth, praying to Eywa that everyone would be alright. Not even the incense and the familiar scent of natural plant juices could calm your racing heart. You felt the blankets that served as walls shrinking, making the place smaller. Was it your nervousness or was it really hot inside? There was a need from head to toe: you wanted to run anywhere —maybe hoping to meet Lo'ak faster— but you were more afraid of Mo'at scolding you. Your heart was about to jump out of your chest when voices were heard outside. Then you couldn't take it anymore, and ran.

As soon as you spotted the incomparable Toruk Makto, you knew the na'vi you longed to see was near. When you finally saw him —taller, slightly more muscular, and wearing some accessories from another clan— you called out his name.

“Lo'ak!”

The boy turned quickly upon hearing the voice he heard every night in his dreams. His ears perked up, and Lo’ak barely had a moment to open his arms before you lunged at him. Only when your chests collided did you both resent all the time you had been apart, unable to embrace each other like that. Lo'ak felt your warmth, and for a second, he thought «Maybe I'm just dreaming. Like all those times before. Yeah, that must be, because this is too good to be true». Then he heard you whimper. A thick tear landed on his shoulders, and he held you tighter. Another cry was heard. This time, it was Lo'ak.

“You are here.” He whispered.

“I promised I was going to be waiting for you.”

“I missed you so much.” Lo'ak step back a little to take a look at you. “You look so grown, so beautiful, just like I dreamed every night.” He barely could see you, as tears clouded his vision.

“And you look so handsome. I can't believe you are in front of me right now.” Lo'ak smiled. The boy held your face as if he was afraid you would break. Lo'ak wanted to kiss your lips so badly, but at the same time, he didn't want his whole family and some clan members to witness an intimate moment. Something inside of him burned when he kissed your forehead instead.

“Let's go inside, grandson.” Mo'at spoke behind you. “You can talk while we treat all of you.”

As soon as you started to work next to your karyu (teacher), you focused completely on what was needed. Lo'as observed every movement, afraid you would disappear if he took his eyes off you. Unwittingly, Lo'ak smiled, realizing he was able to see your tight expression as you were concentrating. You knew where everything was, what questions to ask, when to step in instead of the tsahìk. His girlfriend was incredible. Lo’ak never doubt you could do something important for the clan, but being tsakarem? Yes, you were so cool. Too amazing for him.

“That didn't even sting.” Neteyam said when you finished wrapping him with bandages.

“You have a very good technique, friend.” Kiri added, deeply grateful to know her grandmother decided to train someone while they were gone.

“You are a great healer already.” Your cheeks turned purple when your favorite boy spoke his mind.

“There's still so much I need to learn.”

“If you are good already, imagine how perfect you will be in the future.”

Mo'at looked at her grandchildren after all of them had already been cured. They needed to rest, so she instructed everyone to go to their old tent. Of course she asked you to take care of them for a few hours. You took this opportunity to greet everyone properly. Your friends were happy to return home and meet their friend. Shortly after the sleeping mats were arranged, Jake and Neytiri left to discuss things with other adults.

Lo'ak didn't leave your side, he even asked you to sit next to him, so he could snuggle with you. Lo'as definitely acted like a baby, but you didn't mind. It was the least both of you could do now with so much time apart, and a reunion filled with persecutions, injuries and chaos.

“You look so pretty when you are concentrated.” Lo'ak whispered in your ear. It was inevitable for you to show a dumb smile.

“It's really good that you step up in this position in the clan.” Kiri said, resting her head on the floor. “Your skills are good.”

“Thank you. Sometimes I felt stressed and was afraid to let Mo'at down. If you were here I could probably ask you.” You let out a short giggle, knowing that her absence was the reason why you started training.

“If you go to Awa'atlu, you could ask Tsireya for help too.” Neteyam mentioned when he finally laid down.

“Tsireya?”

“Tsireya is the reef princess!” Tuk shouted next to her brother. “She's beautiful, and she also helped us before her sa'nu arrived to help Kiri when she was shaking in the water!”

“You were shaking in the water? What does that mean?” Kiri looked at you a little annoyed, yet embarrassed. Your friend definitely wanted to forget whatever happened.

“There's so much we need to tell you. But yeah, she is really sweet.” Kiri whispered, this time calm.

"She's the kindest.” Neteyam kept talking. “When we arrived, the kids our age weren't exactly welcoming. They made fun of us, especially…” Neteyam looked at his little brother. His eyes reflected the anger and sadness, saying those words made him feel. Lo'ak hid his face from your gaze. He couldn't bear the fact that someday you would know about the bad experiences he had to face in the reef. “Well, the thing is that Tsireya helped us to adapt. She teached us their ways, even when little skxawng here wasn't able to hold his breath for enough time to dive. She's also intelligent because imagine teaching Lo'ak the basics!”

Lo'ak let out a groan. His brother was making him sound like a foul in front of you. What he didn't know was that the only thing on your mind was that Lo'ak had found a way to overcome the difficulties somewhere far from home. It was hard to imagine how alone he must have felt, even with his siblings. «He's so brave.»

“I wasn't that bad.” Lo'ak defended himself.

“Oh, really? How much time did you spend with Tsireya before you could pass the shell test? You trained with her for two weeks, sometimes even after the eclipse! People even thought you were spending more time alone than necessary.” Neteyam laughed, remembering how Jake scolded his brother when a fisherman mentioned this.

You felt a knot in your throat and heavy rock sinking into your stomach. So your mind traveled somewhere else. Were they really that close? You never thought about being scared of losing Lo'ak —more than pride, you were confident in the connection both of you had—, but a long time had passed. Lo'ak learned new skills, met new people. And you were left behind in a that weren't sure he was going to stay more than necessary, even more now that a new clan was hunting the Sullys. If he had another life and place to call home, how could you slip in that new scenario? Maybe you just lie to yourself. Everything felt like nothing changed, but with Kiri's words, you realized there was a lot you didn't know about your friends now —about him— and they had missed a lot from you too.

“At least you gained a protector. I mean, she really defended you, even from her brother.”

Kiri saw your expression and almost throwed something at his skxawng brother so he could stop talking. Of course, Neteyam didn't mean any harm. He was just picking on his brother. But your friend knew hearing this would do nothing good for you, not when you were so young and your relationship with Lo'ak had to go through a difficult time.

“Well, I'm glad she was kind to you, Lo.”

“And she showed him so many places! I was seriously so jealous when Lo'ak told us about that cave under water…”

“Sorry, I need to-”

You didn't even finish the sentence. Before you could find a proper excuse, your legs moved. The negative feeling guided you to the forest, where the big leaves hid your body and cries. It was dark, so being far from the clan was not a good option,but you needed a safe space where you could empty your chest. «I'm being ridiculous. Of course, Lo'ak would find someone else. His love may be sincere, but Lo'ak needs a proper future mate. What am I next to-»

“Paskalin?” Lo'ak called you, walking through the forest. You considered hiding, but it was better to end things fast. When he saw you hugging your knees above a tree, he sighted in relief. “What happened? Kiri said I had to come and find you. She smacked Neteyam on the head, and I loved that, but I don't understand. What happened? Are you feeling alright? Are you hurt? Or did you get overwhelmed? What's wrong?” Lo'ak's words left his lips rapidly, letting a giggle slip in the middle, but his voice was soft. Only then realized how much you missed the way he talked to you —patiently— when you weren't feeling good. You couldn't take it anymore.

“Do you like her?”

“Huh? Who?”

“That girl. Tsireya.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course I like her. Neteyam just told you about her. Her skills are really good in so many ways. She's my new-”

“Okay. I don't wanna know.”

“What do you mean you don't wanna know?” His ears moved back. You almost failed to feel bad when Lo'ak pouted.

“Because if she's your new partner then-”

“Wait, what? Who said anything about a partner? You are my partner, silly!” Lo'ak smiled, but when he saw a tear running down your cheek, his expression changed to a worried one. “Hey, hey. You are scaring me, what did I do?”

“You said you like her.”

“No! Not like that! I like her as a new friend!”

You couldn’t do more than stare at him. His eyes expressed how conflicted he felt, so his words had to be true. On the other hand, Lo'ak was scared. Just with that question, Lo'ak understood what Kiri’s actions were referring to before. Why on Pandora would you think he had eyes for someone else that wasn't you? Why did he have to run everything?

“Are you sure?” You whispered, looking down. Lo'ak’s thumbs caressed the stripes on your cheeks.

“More than anything. Why would you ask that?”

“She sounds amazing. She is kind, pretty, and intelligent. I mean, her name alone is beautiful.”

“You are all of that and more.”

“Not to mention she is tsakarem.”

“Now you have that title too.”

“I'm not supposed to! Kiri has the right to claim that title.”

“You have it now! If this wasn't supposed to happen, the great mother would not have allowed it. This is the way.”

“But-”

“No ‘buts’, yawne.” That definitely shut your mouth. “I don't have eyes for anyone else. Every day and every night, you were on my mind. If I learned something new, I made a mental note to tell you everything when I had the opportunity to see you. And when I had a bad day, I would look at your necklace and pray that I could hold you in my arms again soon. And now I have you in front of me. You have changed, grown up, but you are still mine.”

“She sounds amazing, so I just thought maybe she was a good future mate for you.” Your shy words made Lo'ak shake his head.

“But I don't want Tsireya.” His answer made your stomach jump, and you weren't able to hide an excited smile. “I can't believe you don't know how amazing you are. You are so strong. intelligent, kind, brave, patient, beautiful and so much more. But I'm glad I'm here again to remind you of that.”

“So you want me?”

“Yes. Nobody but you.”

This time, he got closer. Lo'ak wet his lips with his tongue, excited and nervous; your stomach jumped. For a moment there was nothing in Pandora besides him, you, and the beauty of the bioluminescence surrounding you. Every doubt in your mind disappeared when Lo'ak touched your lips with his. Slow and pure, just like the way you wanted your relationship to go. You wanted to do so much with him, but everything needed time, that was alright. Now you understand that no matter how far you were from each other, Lo'ak would never replace you, let alone forget about you.

“Trust me, I won't let them separate us again.” He whispered against your mouth.

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He recognized vinegar, honey, and something toasted, also rancid, which together didn't smell bad at all. It reminded him of that dark liquid Jake drank in the mornings with his sky friends. Tsu'tey couldn't help but cautiously approach, noticing a brown bag on top of the refrigerator. It was high enough to hide it from a human, but not from a Na'vi.

“Oh, you found the chocolate chips. We had to hide it from Tuk, but at this point we need a new place.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Well, It depends on how you think about it. It's delicious, but in excess it can... alter your behavior.”

“Delicious? Edible?”

“Yes! Oh! You should try it too.”

Tsu'tey picked up the bag with one of his hands, but he dropped it when something rattled inside.

“Is it alive?!”

“No!” This time you couldn't contain your laughter. The great na'vi warrior, who had trained to be an olo'eyktan years before, was on his hands and knees, eyeing the bag suspiciously. His ears were pinned back, and his tail was stiff. “There are different ways you can eat chocolate; you can even drink it. It's usually found in bars, but these are small chips.” You picked up the bag and shook it, making the sound again. Tsu'tey huffed and sat up as if nothing had happened.

“Come, we better hurry up before the kids become impatient.”

“I thought we were bakeen for us, that's why this is a date.”

“Yes! But I can't make cookies for Valentine's Day and not give my friends some.”

“Jake said the date of your tawtute celebration is not today."

“We can always start the celebration a little early. Come on, we are going to make vanilla cookies and some chocolate chip cookies for us.”

You put everything in a container to make the mixture. Tsu'tey watched everything attentively. He didn't like to admit it, but since their relationship began, he found certain things about humans increasingly curious.

“Do you want to help me?”

“Mmm… yes. What should I do?”

“Wash your hands and help me mix this, please.”

Before he started, you handed him a pink apron, and when he asked what it was for, you said it was necessary to avoid getting dirty. Of course, you knew perfectly well that the garment wouldn't work because of its tiny size compared to him. When Tsu'tey put his hands in the mixture, his fingers sank into it smoothly. His thumbs moved naturally. With his brow furrowed and his mouth tense, he looked extremely focused.

“It feels like mud, but softer.”

“Yeah.” You giggled, and carefully took out your phone, trying not to let Tsu'tey notice. You managed to take two pictures of him before he turned around. He looked like an angry baby in his onesie, which was actually the apron he'd barely managed to tie behind his neck.

“What are you doing with that tiny machine? Did you take a pikturr?” After spending so much time with you, both in your avatar and your human form, Tsu'tey learned to recognize some words and some devices.

“I'm sorry, but you look so cute, baby.”

“Stop it.” Tsu'tey tried to make his voice sound firm, but he couldn't. To others it was easy to say that the warrior had a very special —almost terrifying— character, but although he tried to act 'normal' in front of you, he was actually showing his more gentle side.

You put your phone away and walked toward him. Your neck ached slightly as you had to look up to meet his gaze. Instinctively, Tsu'tey crouched down. Standing face to face with him, you were able to stroke his cheek, smiling as he closed his eyes.

“You are cute, ma Tsu'tey.”

He let out another huff, this time not from tiredness, but because your touch relaxed him.

“The mix is ready.” You said before kissing his nose.

Tsu'tey asked if he could shape the chocolate chip cookies after you showed him how. So while he tried to keep the dough from slipping out of his enormous hands. Your mate didn't want you to see his cookies, it was a surprise, so when the vanilla cookies were ready, you showed him how to put the other trays in the oven and turned it on without looking inside.

“So you can eat this without the cookeez.” Tsu'tey said, taking a chocolate chip between his index finger and thumb.

“Yes!” You took a few and put them in your mouth. A sweet explosion hit your palate as the chocolate chips were crushed by your teeth.

Tsu'tey sniffed again before doing the same. At first, it was a little difficult because of its tiny size, but then his pupils dilated, his ears perked up, and his tail began to swish from side to side.

“Did you like it?” You smiled.

Tsu'tey didn't answer you; instead, he grabbed a handful of chocolate chips and popped them into his mouth. You laughed as you watched him sitting on the ground, reaching into the bag with great difficulty to grab the new food that had enchanted him.

“I guess I'm going to hide them from you too…”

When the chocolate chips ran out, Tsu'tey impatiently asked —every five minutes— if the cookies were ready, as he didn't want to eat the vanilla ones. After a while of not being able to have the dessert he craved, Tsu’tey sat with you and listened to you talk about the differences between na'vi and human food while you flipped through an old cooking magazine.

You were sitting on Tsu’tey’s lap, his head resting on top of yours and his arms wrapped around your midsection when a high-pitched sound, like an alarm, echoed in the kitchen. Tsu'tey immediately stood up, carrying you with one arm and drawing his knife with his free hand. He hissed toward the sound, assuming a fighting stance, ready to attack. You, with the magazine still dangling from your hands, patted his arm to reassure him.

“It's okay, that means the cookies are ready.”

“Mmm.”

After assuring Tsu'tey that there was no danger, you put on gloves to take out the tray. Tsu'tey watched you curiously from behind. When you finally saw the cookies, you gave him a huge smile.

“Hearts?”

“Jake said those figures were a symbol of the holiday of love.”

“They are.”

“And you said that these cookies were for us.”

His cheeks flushed, and Tsu'tey looked at you intently to observe your reaction. You threw off your oven mitts and jumped on him, confident he'd catch you. Tsu'tey wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest before settling you on the kitchen counter.

“You are awesome, do you know that?” You murmured close to his face, gently playing with his kuru between your hands. Tsu'tey smiled at this, knowing it was something you did when you were nervous.

“I only give my best when it comes to seeing my yawne happy.”

His words made you lower your gaze. Tsu'tey's fingers caressed your chin before his lips met yours. Even though you were surrounded by dirty containers, flour, dough, and butter, you couldn't help but feel like you were in heaven.

“Let's eat now, I'm hungry.”

You both ate on the couch made for avatars in the right wing of the labs. There, Tsu'tey hugged and squeezed you when he tasted the cookies for the first time. Your boisterous laughter echoed throughout the room when you saw the crumbs at the corner of his lips. You barely got to eat any chocolate chip cookies because he ate them all. You would have loved to make hot chocolate too, but you suspected your beloved would become addicted to the new flavor after that afternoon.

Tsu'tey definitely loved having such a peculiar —human— date with you. He would do anything to see you so peacefully asleep on his chest after a moovee marathon while eating that delicious dessert again.

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The seed danced around him, playfully leaning on top of his head. As Spider got distracted, the animal walked away. He could try and focus again, but the atokirina was, somehow, talking to him. The need to follow it vibrated in Spider's chest. So the boy climbed down and walked without thinking.

With no intention he ended up outside a room where a loud speaker played music. He rolled his eyes smiling, knowing exactly who was listening to the song that was twenty four seven on his head.

“A hopeless romantic all my life, surrounded by couples all the time. I guess I should take it as a sign.”

The atokirina tapped the glass of a window slightly. Spider got closer and finally saw you there, singing and dancing with a hoodie and a pair of pants. Clearly, you had no intention to go outside, but spend the day in your room. When you jumped on your bed and started signing the pre-chorus of the song, he had to cover his mouth to giggle.

“I'm feeling lonely. Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me. Now I'm crying in my room. So skeptical of love, but still I want it more, more, more.”

Eywa's seed stroked his cheek one last time before floating off in another direction. Spider looked at you through the window before heading to the entrance. Your body did a silly dance with a few easy steps, then you shook your head, making your hair fly to the sides. It was like those old videos of rock singers Norm showed both of you before.

“I gave a second chance to cupid. But now I'm left here feeling stupid. Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real. Cupid is so dumb.”

You were singing —more like screaming— the lyrics in a way that was impossible for him not to tease you. Spider hurried toward the door. The cold metal floor sent a shiver down his spine, but even that didn't stop him. He barely greeted Max before he was already in your bedroom. Your back was facing him, singing to someone invisible outside, exactly the spot where he was a few seconds ago.

The boy didn't miss that opportunity. He took a few steps, no need to be stealthy because the music and your voice were so loud that you probably wouldn't hear the roar of an ikran if it were a few feet away. Spider poked your ribs, getting the reaction he wanted. A scream shattered the harmony of the song. Laughter caused him a bearable pain in her stomach. But the small concert didn't end there.

The door closed and you took his hands to guide him to the center of the stage. Spider frowned, confused, not understanding what you were trying to do. Because of the height difference, anyone who saw how easily you could manhandle him would laugh.

“What are you doing?”

“You know the lyrics. C'mon, sing with me.”

“I would rather die.”

“Aw, you like it! I have listened to you.”

That was true. That old song was on repeat in your playlist. No matter if you were taking a shower, preparing breakfast or getting ready to go out and explore: it was playing on the speaker or your headphones. And because Spider was close all the time, like an actual spider on your shoulder, the lyrics stuck with him. Sometimes, he found himself humming the chorus unintentionally. Once, Norm catched him and threatened to tell you.

“Let's sing together monkey boy.”

Your body moved with the music, and you forced him to do the same, moving his arms like a rag doll. His voice, deeper, with a lower volume, didn't exactly reach the same enthusiasm. Still, you sang a part that was almost hidden in the soundtrack, while he sang the main part.

“Hopeless girl is seeking someone who will share this feeling. I'm a fool, a fool for love, a fool for love.”

When you said the last line, your finger touched his nose slightly. Maybe in another situation he would make a face and step away, playfully. But the smile you showed him completely threw him off. Adorable marks on your face mesmerized him, and it didn't take long for Spider to realize you were still holding him. Now your hands were holding his.

From your point of view, something strange was happening because of the way Spider was looking at you with dilated pupils, half-open lips, and rosy cheeks. However, you didn't pay much attention to it, because you realized that your faces were very close. You pretended not to care, so as not to make things uncomfortable. You smiled again and tapped him on the forehead.

“Monkey boy, you still there?”

Finally, the boy returned to earth. He frowned, this time backing away as usual. Without warning, he bent down to lift you off the ground, holding you by your legs.

“Hey!”

Your body was thrown onto the mattress, while Spider protected your head. He didn't really want to hurt you.

“Are you done or perhaps do you want to keep going with the concert, oh great singer?” He asked between giggles.

“Until my playlist ends!” You answered, shouting dramatically.

Spider heard the next song through the speakers, so he just lowered the volume to talk again.

“Didn't you have homework? Norm is not going to be happy if you don't complete it for today.”

“Today is valentines day, dummy. I'm free of school.”

“Yeah, that corny human holiday. I forgot it was today.”

“Oh, come on! It's not corny if you think about it. A day to express your feelings to loved ones is never harmful.” You pushed Spider's shoulder so that he fell next to you on the mattress.

“So you decide to spend the day here, locked in your room without seeing your friends.”

“I just wanted a moment with me, myself and this amazing playlist full of fun music.” You turned your body to observe Spider's profile. You had noticed some time ago that without the mask his features were more visible, and therefore it allowed you to see his beauty more easily. “Before I went to the village to greet everyone and wish them a happy Valentine's Day.”

“So you didn't forget about m- us, right?” Spider tripped over his own tongue just in time.

“Of course not! I prepared gifts for everyone. Norm and Max already have theirs. If you see them with sparkling notebooks it's because I made them matching ones.” Spider couldn't contain his chuckles when he heard you laugh. “Neteyam and Lo'ak are going to be impressed by my craft improvement, and Kiri and Tuk are going to look beautiful with the hair pieces I made! Although I still don't know what I can do for Jake and Neytiri.”

“Ouch, you forgot about me.”

“That's not true!”

“Then what did you do for me?”

“It's a surprise.”

“You are mean.”

“No, you are mean. Why did you interrupt my private concert?”

“I can't come and visit my favorite person?”

“Yes, you can.” You rolled your eyes. “But I thought you were out hunting.”

“I was… but I wanted to come and see you.”

Spider looked at you and his light brown chocolate eyes pierced your soul. That was one of your favorite things about him, his eyes. You knew that in his childhood —and a little even to this day— he carried a lot of pain and rejection, but in his eyes you could see everything that he was. Spider was strong, but also very sentimental, even if he tried to deny it. Through those beautiful orbs, you could easily see what he was thinking or feeling. When you looked at each other, you felt as if you could touch the highest star or the pearl hidden at the very bottom of the sea. The only thing you hated, and secretly loved, was the feeling of floating when Spider hypnotized you like that.

“I have an idea.”

His voice snapped you out of your trance. Of course, you didn't know that Spider had also fallen into a loop of thoughts where you were the center of it all.

“Let's meet at night near the river where the Sullys and us used to play. There you can give me my gift and I can give you yours.”

“You have a gift? For me?”

Excited, you sat on the bed. The boy couldn't stop smiling at everything you did. He loved seeing you so animated, especially when he was the reason for it.

“Yes, but it's a surprise.” He mocked your previous tone.

“You are cruel, seriously. But!” You walked to the speaker. “You have to make it up to me somehow for being so mean. First you interrupt me, and now you're mocking me.”

All it took was pressing a button for the melody to start playing again. Spider rolled his eyes at this.

“Are you going to sing that again?” He drew out the last syllable.

“Nop, you are going to sing with me.”

“I did it before!”

“Now the whole song!”

“No, don't make me- ugh, I hate you.”

“I'm feeling lonely. Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me…”

While you were enjoying teasing Spider as you sang and danced, Max laughed from the kitchen, listening to the loud music. He was going to wait until the song finished before asking you to turn it down. At the end of the day, he knew you both liked each other, but you hadn't admitted it yet.

“Cupid really shot his arrow here.”

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Prompt list

[The text below each day mark with a ♡ are the fics for my participation. You don't have to use the same characters if you don't want to.]

Day 1: Reader sings/listens a human love song for/with character.

♡ Cupid [Spider Socorro]

Day 2: "Unconventional” tawtute (human) date.

♡ Chocochips [Tsu'tey]

Day 3: 5 times one of the characters tries to play cupid and 1 that is a complete success.

♡ Little matchmaker [Jake Sully]

Day 4: A misunderstanding due to cultural shock (different tribes or races) ends in character or reader asking for a date.

♡ Coming soon...

Day 5: Friends to lovers on Valentine's Day.

♡ Coming soon...

Day 6: Enemies to lovers on Valentine's Day.

♡ Coming soon...

Day 7: Character introduces their spirit brother or sister (Pandora's animal) to reader.

♡ Coming soon...

Day 8: Love confession surrounded by the beauty of Pandora.

♡ Coming soon...

Day 9: Character or reader tries to win grumpy's heart.

♡ Coming soon...

Day 10: Date night in character and reader's special/secret spot.

You were a different story. Tsireya had told him that of all of the Sullys you were the one who was least present in the marui, after your father. As soon as the light entered through the curtains that offered privacy, you would walk outside looking to do something new: help Rotxo fish, ask Ao'nung if there were any tasks left to complete, spend the afternoon with Tsireya when she wasn't with Lo'ak, ask your siblings if they wanted to go swim.

“Lo'ak? Is everything okay?” The girl asked, holding his hand as she was trying to reassure him.

“Yeah…” Lo'ak saw you by the communal bonfire dancing in front of Tuk, who was sitting on the sand laughing at your ridiculous moves. What bothered him most was seeing you act as if nothing had happened. While your brother couldn't say that Neteyam's death hadn't affected you, he would venture to say that you got over it very quickly. The last time he saw you cry was the first time you connected to the ranteng utralti (spirit tree) to visit Neteyam. “Let's go, I'll help you find Ao'nung before I head home.”

Lo'ak arrived home a little late because after saying goodbye to Tsireya, he took a long walk along the beach. Part of him wanted to collapse onto his sleeping mat and not open his eyes until the next day, but another part didn't want to see his family. It sounded bad, but he didn't want to see you, more specifically, your lively expression contrasting with everyone else's obvious pain.

“Where were you?” Jake was the first one to talk.

“Out.”

“Don't play with me right now, boy. I'm not gonna ask you again.”

“I was with Tsireya.”

Neytiri was putting Tuk to sleep, so she just hoped the argument wouldn't escalate. She was very tired, but of course she was going to intervene. However, Kiri and you, finishing Spider's hair, exchanged a worried look.

“Lo'ak, we understand if you want to spend time with your friend, especially now, but there's rules and you know that.” Jake sighted.

“Your father and I have asked all of you not to be outside for too long after the eclipse.” Neytiri spoke softly.

“And why aren't they being told anything?" Maybe you were sleepy and your eyes were tired, because Lo'ak couldn't be looking straight at you, right?

“Me? I'm never too late after the eclipse.” Your tone of voice wasn't harsh; rather, your confusion was genuine.

“Don't drag your sibling into this, it's not the time to fight.”

“They never get scolded!” Lo'ak didn't know why he was so defensive, but something in his chest was boiling, like a pot of hot water about to explode. His mind was clouded with anger. “They leave as soon as it's light, they spend all their time with Rotxo or Ao'nung and nobody says a word!"

“Don't raise your voice at me.” Your father was trying to stay calm.

“Brother, calm down.” Kiri whispered.

“Lo'ak, your father wants all of us to be safe at night-”

“It's not about that! It's never about that!” The boy yelled. “It's because it's me! It's always me, the failure, the one who does everything wrong! But they can spend all day outside, jumping, dancing, acting as if we weren't in mourning!”

“What are you saying?” Your voice sounded like a soft gust of wind, because you didn't understand what you had done to anger your younger brother so much.

“I'm saying it seems like all this doesn't hurt you at all!”

“Bro, stop.” Even Spider didn't know what was going on.

“Lo'ak…” Little Tuk's voice was barely audible, her sleep disturbed by the tension. Lo'ak felt bad for waking her up, but he couldn't stop. It was as if the words were escaping his mouth, and he was unable to control his tone.

“You're tired, It's better if we sleep." You answered.

“No! Why don't you just tell me why you act like you don't care?”

“Like I don't care?”

“Yes! You seem happier than all of us lately. You act like you don't have a dead brother!”

Your mother let out a gasp, Kiri covered her mouth, Tuk's eyes were filled with pain, Spider looked at everyone not knowing what to do, and before Jake could react you pushed Lo'ak to the ground. You hissed, getting close to him again, but your father intervened between the two of you to prevent anything else from happening.

“That's enough!” Jake scolded.

“Stop telling bulshit! You don't know anything about the pain I'm going through, the same pain as everyone else!” Something inside you broke when you confirmed what you feared most: someone believed that you were fine, that losing him didn’t burn you to the core. “He was my brother too!”

You felt your throat tear apart when you let those words out, and before falling to your knees you preferred to run away. The path of sand, strong woven material —used to go from one marui to another— and palm trees became blurred before your wet eyes.

You felt your legs burning from the intense effort of running. When you ventured far enough into the small habitat that reminded you of home, you stopped. The bioluminescence of the night surrounded you as you felt your chest rise and fall, yet you couldn't breathe. You felt like air wasn't passing through your nose and panic began to take over your body, especially when you watched everything spin around.

Then someone said your name. At first, it was a whisper. «Eywa, is that you? If my time has come, please don't let it hurt.» you thought, although soon afterward the murmur that called you became a nearby shout.

“Hey, it's okay, it's okay.” Soon you caught Lo'ak's face, he took you by the shoulders as he helped you sit down on the ground. “Take a deep breath. You are safe. I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now, but I won't let anything happen to you.”

Gradually your breathing slowed as Lo'ak gently stroked your back in circles to help calm you. He was giving you enough space so you wouldn't feel suffocated, but still felt his support.

“I think I'm going to faint.”

“Come here.” Your brother guided you to the enormous trunk of a nearby tree. After crawling to it, you were finally able to lean against something to rest. “Listen, I'm really sorry about what I sa-”

“Don't. Don't talk, not yet. My head really hurts.”

Silence reigned as you wiped away your tears. The sounds around kept you company. The call of some animal to its pack echoed among the plants. Although that was helping you control your heart rate, for Lo'ak it was torture not being able to express how sorry he was for speaking to you the way he did, saying all those horrible words.

“He's at peace, that's what gives me comfort.”

You didn't know where to begin, and your heavy body being almost sucked into the roots of the tree didn't help much, so it was best to just say the first thing that came to mind. That's what pain was like: confusing, disorganized. Lo'ak paid attention to you, without saying anything, without moving much for fear of making another mistake.

“Neteyam told me when the great mother allowed me to visit him. He gave me a big smile and we talked as much as we could until I had to leave.” A smile appeared on your face, remembering all the jokes he said. “I think that helps me remember that although the circumstances in which we lost him were horrible and painful, at least his pain didn’t last long and now he can rest.”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. Lo'ak admired you. He wished he could control himself as you did; he wanted the pain to no longer consume him.

“But it's really hard. That's why I try to help out in the clan, talk to my friends, and hang out with you all as much as I can, because sometimes the pain stays in a corner of my heart where it weighs me down, but doesn't bother me; and other times I feel like it's dragging me down. I don't know how I'll feel tomorrow, so I feel like I should take advantage of this time when I have the urge to get up, to move.” You paused, feeling a knot on your throat. “And when I dance, or laugh, or jump, it's because I feel like he's by my side doing the same, just when he was… alive.” An itch appeared in your nose and eyes. “When there were festivals in the forest and the clan played music, Neteyam and I always danced. He didn't really like it, but he did it for me. Other times, when he wasn't in the mood, I could at least make him smile with funny dance moves. Now, it's Tuk who I make laugh.” They both laughed as they remembered their older brother. "You know? She misses him a lot. I think she doesn't quite understand that he's gone. Sometimes, she doesn't want to play with her friends and stays home helping mom to avoid talking, which is why I talk to her so much. I worry that we're all so focused on our own grief that we forget that even though she's little, she's hurting. I know she cries… I cry too.” Lo'ak's eyes filled with thick tears, remembering all the times he had hidden away to cry Neteyam's death. Now he understood that you did the same, which was why he hadn't seen you cry in a long time; because even though it was different, you too were dealing with the pain. “But it's so weird, the feeling it's weird. Sometimes, I want to cry, but I can't; other times, my mind and heart simply forget that he's gone and I break down.”

Despite being dangerous at night, Pandora's nature enveloped them at that moment with a freshness that calmed them both.

“I'm sorry.” He finally said. “You're right, I've been so focused on myself that I thought everyone must feel the same way I do. Maybe it's simply because I know I'm the one to blame for-"

“No.” You adjusted yourself to face him, took his hands and squeezed them as tightly as you could. “Don't ever say that.”

“But dad believes it, maybe even mom.”

“They don't, and if they make you feel like they do, let me know so we can talk to them about it.”

"You're acting like Neteyam." He remarked gently.

“Of course. I'm protecting my little brother.”

He showed you a smile. Shortly after, he rested his forehead on your shoulder, hiding his face like when you were children.

“I'm truly sorry I said all those things. You didn't deserve it, and I didn't understand how you felt.”

“I forgive you, Lo'ak. Now, the most important thing for me is that you know there's no right way to grieve, just don't hurt others or yourself.” Lo'ak wrapped his arms around you, needing the warmth of his older sibling. “I see you, brother. And I'm sure Neteyam sees us too.”

“Neteyam sees us too.” He repeated.

“Now we have to return, they are probably worried about us.”

“Dad will skin me.”

“I'm not gonna let that happen… this time.”

“Yeah, I'm dead.”

“Probably, but if it makes you feel better mom will probably skin me for pushing his cry baby to the ground.”

“Then I'll defend you too.”

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