summary: Jake has always been a lovely and caring husband, but one morning he starts acting more affectionate than usual. Even with the village duties, he is not hiding the fact that he wants to be close to you. Your mate's attention reminds you of when your relationship first began, and it fills you with youthful excitement. But you can't help wondering, is there a reason behind his change in attitude?
pairing: Jake Sully x fem!omatikaya!reader
genre: romantic, fluff, cute cozy (?)
warnings: Jake being clingy with his mate, allusion to jealous!Jake, allusion to heat at the end, NO +18 content, description of kisses and emotional intimacy, pet names, reader takes Neytiri's place (no mention of our lovely Palulukan Makto).
a/n: My first Jake one-shot! I have been reading Avatar x reader stuff for a really long time, and at this point, I can tell most of Jake x reader fics are $mu+. There's nothing wrong with enjoying or not reading that kind of content! But as someone who feels a deep connection with these characters, I want to explore more of Jake in other perspectives. So for this os I took the idea of "heat" (which we see in many fanfics or AUs), without any explicit content, since I like to think that in this stage that animals (na'vi) go through, there's also a sentimental and spiritual side that seeks connection.
I'm not a veterinarian, and I'm not sure if Na'vi canonically go through this process, but although there are no explicit details of the heat cycle, all of this came merely from my imagination. I loved writing almost 2k words. Enjoy reading! English is not my first language, please be kind <3.
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The morning breeze slipped through the curtains of your family's marui. The beads clattered together when Jake came in and looked at you sitting on the floor, braiding Tuk's hair. He was ready to start training with the boys.
“Good morning, my love.” He spoke with a velvet tone, full of adoration, nothing far from usual.
“Good morning, Ma Jake.”
“Sempul! How does my hair look?” The youngest girl asked, smiling wide.
“It looks like a pile of seaweed.” Lo'ak said, arranging his sleeping mat.
“Hey!” Jake scolded him, pushing his son's shoulder slightly. The boy giggled. “You look gorgeous, baby girl.”
“Does that mean I did a bad job?” you asked, looking at Lo'ak.
“No, mom!” He answered, still giggling, now with a blurred red ink on the cheeks. “I was just teasing little Tuk.”
“Stop being mean with your sister.” Your voice, firm yet soft, made Lo'ak kneel in front of you both.
“I'm sorry Tuk, you look like a princess.”
“That's because I am one.” She stuck out her tongue.
“Let's show the ilus your new hair.” Kiri said, extending her hand when you finished.
“Neteyam, are you ready? Your father doesn't want to return late.”
“Yes, mom.”
You saw your kids head out of the marui when the tallest and biggest figure stopped and turned around. His silhouette covered the sunlight coming from outside when he stood in front of you. Then, Jake kneeled just like Lo'ak did a few moments before, but closer, more intimate. The delicate touch of his fingers on your cheek made you feel ikrans fluttering in your stomach —like when you were younger—. He looked at you lovingly and placed a soft kiss on your nose and mouth.
“Is everything alright?” The soft whisper made Jake smile.
“Yes, baby. I'll see you later.” He rubbed his cheek against yours.
“Be careful.”
While the boys were out training, the girls decided to take care of the baby ilus with Tsireya. On the other hand, you decided to help Ronal organize the dishes for the communal dinner. After finishing your part of the work, you decided to continue with some accessories you had started making for your children a few days earlier. The most entertaining part was mixing elements of Metkayina culture with Omatikaya culture, because you respected and loved the essence of your new home, but you didn't want anyone in the family to forget their roots.
“Hey baby.”
Your mate walked fast towards you, almost making you drop Neteyam's anklet. Jake positioned himself behind you, encircling your body with his strong arms, pulling you close to his chest.
“Hey.” You giggled. “You scared me.”
“Sorry.” He whispered, sniffing your freshly washed hair. “I just missed you today.” His mouth traveled down from the crown of your head to your neck.
“Baby, It was only a couple of hours. It's not the first time you've gone out to train with the boys. Are they okay? Or are you hurt?”
“Everything's fine. It's just that I missed you so much." He squeezed you tighter, making you laugh.
“Mom? Dad?” Your oldest son came in carefully. “It's time to eat.”
Jake snorted, pouting as Neteyam came out again. That expression reminded you of when you first started the relationship, back in the early years when he was on Pandora.
When everyone gathered in the communal dining room, Jake sat closer than usual. Your knee brushed against his thigh, making him smile every time you approached Tuk, who was sitting on his lap. Jake loved looking at your face, so tender and sweet, when talking to your youngest daughter, helping her with her fish.
“What?” You whispered when Tuk wasn't paying attention.
“You are gorgeous.” He made you blush.
“Mama, can I have more of these?” When Tuk pointed at the yovo fruit, you immediately stood up and went looking for more.
Most of the na'vi were sitting already, but there were some others standing in a line, waiting for more food. You didn't know where the Yovo plate was, so you looked around the table that held the food for the whole clan.
“More yovo fruit?” A deep voice asked, it was the warrior first in line.
“Yes, sorry, I was just looking for it.”
“No, it's okay. Let me help.” The warrior gently took the plate from your hand. He placed a generous amount of fruit on it without complaint. Then he handed it back to you with a smile. “I see Toruk Makto has a large family. It's better if you take it, we eat a lot here.”
“Thank you.” You made a respectful gesture, smiling, and returned to where your family was. Surprisingly Jake was looking in the direction of the table.
“Do you want something else, Ma Jake?”
“No, it's okay. Come here.”
When you sat in the spot next to him, Jake asked Tuk to sit next to her sister with the plate full of yovo. But first, he took a little bit for your own plate.
“Open your mouth.” He asked softly.
“Huh?”
“C'mon, open your mouth. Tuk loves yovo fruit because her mom does.”
“Jake, everyone will stare at us.”
“So? That's better, that way they will know how much I like to spoil my mate.”
With red cheeks you finally opened your mouth. The na'vi in front of you giggled when Toruk Makto wiped your lips. Jake smiled proud, and ate some fruit too. Inside, you felt like a teenager discovering new things with him, but that didn't stop you from feeling a little embarrassed. Even if no one else looked at you with disapproval, Jake's actions made you nervous —in a good way—.
“They are doing it again.” Lo'ak complained, drawing out the last syllable.
“Let them be.” Neteyam pushed him playfully.
“Gross.” Kiri smiled.
The eclipse fell in Awa'atlu. Darkness enveloped the Sully children as they settled on their sleeping mats. You kissed everyone goodnight, except for Neteyam, who was sitting in the middle of the marui.
“Is something wrong, Ma eveng?” You asked, caressing his face. The gentleness with which you spoke to Neteyam made him feel warm. He was about to answer, but his father was quicker.
“I asked him to keep an eye on his siblings while we're gone."
“While we're gone?”
“Yes. Let's take a walk.”
After you asked Neteyam if he was okay with staying up a little late —he said yes—, you took Jake's hand and followed him through the plants of familiar land. That part of the island reminded you of home. You always liked to come and hunt, take a break from everything or pass time with Jake when chores were done.
“Ma Jake.”
The way you pronounced his name made Jake's knees shake. He almost tripped when you called for him, worried and curious. You gently pulled his hand, making him turn towards you.
“I know something is wrong. You have been acting weird, more affectionate. Don't get me wrong, you know I love that side of yours, but I can't help but feel like you are not telling me something.”
“Yeah… Well, you might be right.”
“What is it?”
He gently pulled you closer. His hands traveled from your wrist to your shoulders. The caresses felt different. Of course there was desire, but above all that was a need for something deeper. Jake pressed his forehead to yours and you closed your eyes, enjoying the closeness.
“It's just…” He whispered, squeezing tick skin under his fingertips. Under the light of the eclipse, you couldn't see the crimson color that adorned his expression, but you did notice a shy smile and his ears pointing backward. “You know… it's one of those days.” Jake said, stopping in every word, as if he was afraid to say them out loud.
“One of those days?”
“Well… prior to those other days. When I just want to be with you.”
Suddenly, sharpening all your senses, you finally realized what he meant. How could you not have noticed it before? Were you so busy with clan duties that you didn't notice what date it was?
“Wait a minute… is that why you were so clingy? Touching me and kissing me? Even feeding me in front of everyone?”
“About the last part… I just wanted to mark my territory.”
“Mark your territory?”
“That warrior was smiling too much at you.” He rolled his eyes.
“You are unbelievable.” You chuckled, stepping a few steps back, not enough to let go of his hands. Just enough so he could see your playful smile. “Yawne, you acted like a teenager all day!”
“I know!” Jake hid his face in the hollow of your neck, giggling. “That's why I didn't tell you before!”
“So what now? What does my lovely mate want? Huh?” You asked, running your fingers through the strands of hair.
“I want you close.” Each word was spoken carefully, trying not to tell the surrounding trees something so intimate that only he and you could know. Jake stopped joking, filling the air with sincerity.
“We are already close.” You whispered too.
“I want you closer.”
Jake lifted his face, and with those golden eyes shining between his bioluminescent freckles, he studied you intently. You shuddered. Before you could answer, he touched your face as if you were the most fragile thing in the entire universe. Jake tilted his head. A gesture you knew perfectly well meant danger, but given the situation, you knew he was just trying to ask for permission.
You rubbed your nose against his cheek, closing your eyes to savor the sensation. Jake responded with a small sigh that indicated he felt relaxed. You knew his past and his story, so it was important to you that he felt safe, loved.
“I hope you know you can tell me every time you feel like this.”
“I know.”
“Then show it next time.”
“Sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.”
Jake squeezed your body a little bit tighter and then kissed your mouth. His lips touched yours with pure love, making you feel dizzy. Jake played with your tongue just enough so you could feel your knees go weak too. But he was there to catch you if you stopped breathing and fell next to him. However, Jake wouldn't let you touch the ground before you took refuge in his arms. A lot more kisses later, he guided you towards the trunk of a tree. You both sat down, him with his head on your chest and you with your arms and legs wrapped around him. A soft hand stroked his back and hair until soft purrs were heard. His long eyelashes were beautiful and his nose twitching slightly was so cute.
After a few minutes, you closed your eyes to sleep too, hoping you could wake up in time to go back and not leave the children alone in the morning.
“Sleep well, Ma Jake.” He surely listened to your voice in his dreams.
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summary: Spencer is used to people who constantly tell him to shut up, but somehow, he feels even more embarrassed and sad when he thinks you want him to stop talking after looking at the tired and confused expression you have when he's trying to help you. The thing is you hate when people do that to Spence and would spend years just listening to his voice.
genre: fluff
pairing: Early seasons!Spencer Reid x bau!reader
warnings: mentions of the team shutting Spencer down. Derek and JJ being a little mean to him when he's spreading information. Spencer being a cutie potato. Mention of a stomachache and its causes (mention of miscarriage as one of the causes, but nothing happens). Reader not being a native english speaker, but just a slight mention.
a/n: Dr. Spencer Reid is a genius.... I am not. I literally had to search for information and copy-paste here in some parts, so if there's misinformation, it's Google's fault, lmao. I wrote this yesterday when I was about to sleep, so I'm sorry if something is wrong with the writing (even though I already edited). English isn't my first language, please be kind <3.
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Spencer and you arrived early that morning. He hated being late for anything. He couldn't afford to be late if he wanted to stick as closely as possible to his assigned schedule, especially because he took public transport. On the other hand, you had no choice but to arrive early when you woke up at four in the morning thanks to a severe stomachache and couldn't go back to sleep.
That's how your conversation started. Your genius workmate was surprised to see you, first hour in the morning, when he walked in the office, even before Hotch arrived.
“Are you feeling better?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. You couldn't deny that the expression was too cute for your own good.
“Yeah… I think so. It's not even the stomach ache that bothers me, it's the fact that even if I was sleepy, I couldn't fall asleep again. You know? That happens to me a lot. Once I open my eyes, I can't go back to sleep. I've also been feeling mildly unwell for a week, but even though the medication is controlling it, it doesn't stop."
At this point, he already set up his desk, leaving his briefcase on his own chair to walk over to you and sit at your desk, next to the chair you were sitting in, to listen to you attentively and answer.
“The brain works with different phases of sleep: light sleep, deep sleep, and REM sleep. The cycle usually restarts every eighty to one hundred minutes, and we typically have four to six cycles each night.”
Hotch came out of the elevator and walked upstairs after both of you waved at him, and he let out a soft “good morning”. Emily arrived a few seconds later. You greeted her too, as she took place on her desk, but that didn't stop your conversation.
“So, it's completely normal that we wake up in the middle of the night because of that process, but if it is frequent, for three months or more, it may be a symptom of insomnia.”
Your view went to the floor, and your head nodded in a semi-unconscious movement, because although you knew that your sleep cycle was ruined by work, you had not come to that conclusion, maybe that was it.
“Now, the stomachache…” He said, taking one pen from your pencil case to concentrate. He usually never took other people's belongings or shared his own stuff because of the germs, but somehow, after a few years of working together, he had come to have a good amount of closeness with you to borrow some stuff from you. Months ago, it hadn't gone unnoticed by Penelope that Spencer had a box full of pens reserved for you, in case you needed one, nor the fact that he denied JJ one of them once, when the blonde girl needed something to write with quickly.
“The causes can be the most common, such as gas, indigestion, a muscle injury, or stress. Although there are also more serious causes: gastrointestinal infections, inflammatory bowel disease, irritable bowel syndrome, ectopic pregnancy or miscarriage..."
“Wow, what are you trying to do? Scare her?” Derek's voice invaded the place and Emily smirked.
“What? No, I'm just saying the possibilities…” Spencer whispered, looking down, a little worried that he might actually scared the person he cared more, besides his mom.
“It's okay.” You answer loud enough so your friends and coworkers would hear. “Thanks, Spence. I already went to the doctor, so I have none of… those.” I gave him a little smile. “But about stress…” The sentence hung in the air, so Spencer looked up and continued speaking automatically.
“Stress can cause stomach pain because the autonomic nervous system of the gastrointestinal tract reacts to the same hormones and neurotransmitters as the brain. This is because the digestive system is connected to the nervous system, and the enteric nervous system, which is located in the digestive system, is able to send and receive impulses and assimilate emotions.” He started to talk faster.
Your focus on the genius boy and his explanation was sincere, but maybe it was the fact that you didn't rest well, plus the fact that he was speaking too fast and not vocalizing all the syllables, that for a moment your brain didn't process what he was saying.
It was weird. At some point you didn't even hear words, just sounds from his mouth. That didn't happen to you for a really long time because you already had experience with the native speakers, even if english wasn't your mother language. The exhausting feeling of not being able to sleep well was definitely to blame.
While your brain was coming to that conclusion, Spencer could only see your furrowed brow, tense jaw, tilted head, and dissociated look.
“You want me to shut up, right?” That whisper was enough for you to come back to reality. His cheeks were red and his eyes looked a little sad, not to mention the way his mouth formed a line like whenever he felt awkward.
“Yes, please!” Derek answered instead, leaning back in his seat and looking up with his arms outstretched as if he'd had to deal with seven unsubs in the five minutes he'd been there, listening from his place to the information Spencer was giving you.
“Little genius boy got excited… again.” JJ said, looking at some documents in front of her, opening her eyes wide in an expression of tiredness and disinterest.
The young profiler stood up from your desk thinking about returning to his chair, a little embarrassed, but you took his pinky with yours —that way you wouldn't make him feel uncomfortable in case he wasn't in the mood for physical touch, something he refused unless it was you. Again, another special treat—. “Wait. It wasn't like that.” Hazel eyes looked at you intently, still with a bit of doubt. “I'm sorry Spencer. Yes, you got excited, but that's not something bad.”
“It isn't?” He questioned.
“No, but you started to speak fast, and the fact that there are some words that I have a hard time processing in English and I couldn't quite catch what you were saying because I didn't sleep enough, well, that distracted me. Would you mind repeating it again, slower?” This time, you were the one with warm cheeks.
“Oh. Are you sure you don't want me to shut up?” The boy was actually intrigued and a little surprised.
“Why would I want that?” The fact that your teammates often shut Spencer up when he tried to share extra information, or information that he had been asked about, was something you had noticed from the moment you started working with the team. You thought that was rude. You understood that sometimes Spencer got excited, gave information that was perhaps better saved for another time since you were investigating a case, or people could be tired and want silence, but the team either silenced him or made fun of him most of the time. Plus, there weren't many other things you liked more than hearing his voice.
The sweet, soothing tone of his words helped you sleep on the jet after a long case, or made you want to hear more about whatever he was talking about. Feeling like he was sharing with you, a mere mortal, some of the vast knowledge he had was nice.
“I'm always happy to hear whatever you need to say, even if it's about something I don't understand. And, right now, you are helping me a lot, so, please, don't shut up.” The crimson color returned to the tall boy's face, this time not because he was uncomfortable. Your kind and somewhat complicit smile made his heart race, like almost every time he was with you. Spencer knew that no matter how tired he got, he would never shut up if you wanted him to keep talking.
summary: The Sullys arrive at the metkayina clan, and you, the future olo'eyktan or tsahìk, get interested in the legend, the warrior, Toruk Makto. Unfortunately for you, little Tuk catches this, and she's eager to do anything to get you and her dad together, especially when she notices the feeling can be mutual. Is Tuk a good cupid? There are five times Tuk failed (kind of) to be a matchmaker, and one that is a success.
pairing: Jake Sully x gn!metkayina!reader
event: day 3 of Eywa's Arrow event (5 times one of the characters tries to play cupid and 1 that is a complete success)
genre: romance, comedy, fluff, a little hurt with comfort
warnings: Reader is the oldest "child" of Ronal and Tonowari, age gap implied with no specifics (they are old enough to be with Jake, they are not actually a kid), brief mention of Neytiri being gone with no specifics, Jake being nervous, Tuk being a menace, awkward but cute interactions between Jake and reader, reader is referred as teacher.
a/n: hey 😰 how are you all doing? 😬 I'm not dead! Yuppie! I'm sorry for not being able to write more in February, I'm still going to upload with the event and with the requests. Life hasn't been easy lately, but when I saw posts asking where the Avatar fandom went, I felt that it was my duty to upload this fic! I know these kinds of one-shots are usually short, but this one is long, I hope you guys take it as an apology, hehe. English is not my first language, please be kind <3.
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Tuktirey was the youngest Sully. Everyone thought little angelic girl was all sparkles and innocence —and in a sense she was— but Tuk held power; she knew that. What better, but to use that power to help her lonely dad? Maybe also to entertain herself in a new village.
As her older siblings always had something to do, Tuk learned many ways to have fun by herself. Soon, she realized one of her favorite things to do was observe people. Focus on a specific na'vi who could be training, cooking, or pretty much just walking would give her story ideas, which she never shared. If a warrior was preparing to hunt, Tuk imagined one and a hundred scenarios where he encountered a pretty fairy —like the ones in the tawtute fairy tails— and ended up falling in love. Or if a singer was too nervous to perform, Tuk concluded their secret lover was going to be first row, excited to hear their voice. Soon enough, Tuk realized not all her stories were pure imagination. She discovered patterns in people; adults were pretty easy to read if she paid attention. That's why you caught Tuk's attention when you looked at her dad for more than three seconds. From then on, Tuk decided this time she was going to get involved in the story, playing a major role.
There were five times Tuk tried to play cupid for Jake —the baby with wings who was targeting the air in those red and pink decorations hanging in someone's room back at the labs— and one more that was a complete success.
1. When the Sullys arrived at Awa'atlu
All the members of the omatikaya family felt their bodies numb, eyes almost closing and legs too heavy to walk. Jake felt his throat dry before he spoke, and the serious adult conversation began. Tuk wasn't interested at all, although she wished the reef big olo'eyktan and tsahìk would let them stay. At first, all the little girl wanted to do was sleep, but as soon as she realized how interesting looking the metkayina were, she was unable to close her eyes. That's why Tuk spotted you easily.
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.
summary: Lo'ak finds beauty in your reserved attitude because he knows behind that, there's a grieving heart that's healing thanks to his and his family's love. He never pressures you, so he's honored when you let him braid your hair, something you always do alone. The intimate moment is surrounded by the beauty of Pandora night.
pairing: Lo'ak Sully x gn!omatikaya!reader
genre: A little bit of hurt and comfort, cute, romantic
warnings: One mention of possible nUd!+y (Lo'ak panicking) but there's not, NO +18 content, mention of lossing family members and grieve, weapons (reader almost k!ll!ng Lo'ak because he scared them), Lo'ak making a joke about parents issues (his traumas, his jokes).
a/n: I realized that I have so much inspiration when I write about Lo'ak. He's one of my faves, fr. English is not my first language, please be kind <3.
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The bioluminescence of the forest shone so bright, it could blind someone by its beauty. The water was cold enough to refresh and not freeze. It was a surprise based on the hour both na'vi were there, one not noticing the other.
Lo'ak came to de-stress himself. His back and arms hurt, his legs weight like rocks and his neck burned. But when he saw you there, half body in the water, his mind went to another dimension. The boy almost panicked, thinking you were bathing. He was about to turn around and leave, when he noticed the top you showed Kiri and Tuk a few weeks ago. So he stayed. Your silhouette captured his attention, like every time he noticed you close. Your body was like a sculpture from those Earth ancient cultures —Jake showed him—, the grace that overflowed when you walk or speak filled his brain, and the braids that adorned the blackness of a paradise… were not entirely there.
Braiding usually took time. Neytiri or Jake had to empty their busy schedule when one —or all— of their kids needed to wash and braid their hair again. The hair was sacred to na'vi, so their hairstyle always had a meaning behind it, and the process was important too. But you always braided your hair alone.
Lo'ak knew a little bit of the story. Your family died in the fall of hometree, one of the siblings because of major injuries. So you were alone. The Omatikaya took you and all of the orphanage as a symbol: Eywa's miracles and resilience. Jake and Neytiri hold a special affection for you, mostly because they saw a little bit of themselves, like a mirror. The Sullys kids wanted you close too, especially Lo'ak. The attention and protection he offered was obvious to everyone. Jokes and teasing reached the boy's ears when his family or others wanted to let him know he could confess. Lo'ak didn't want to.
“Too scared.” He answered one time when Kiri asked why.
You were special, he didn't want to lose that, lose you. That's why he got nervous most of the time. Lo'ak didn't allow himself to cross any lines of trust or boundaries. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable. You're a very reserved na'vi sometimes. He knew it.
“After all these years, I still haven't gotten used to feeling so… loved. That's why I like to feel alone and breathe sometimes.” Your voice filled his ears with sweetness when you were together looking at the stars. He noticed you were feeling down the entire day —grief; the anniversary of your family's death—, so when he caught his favorite person climbing on a tree, far from home, he wanted to check on you.
“You know that's okay, right?” Lo'ak asked softly, he wasn't judging. “Because it's a process, and we are going to be here whenever you need.”
He stayed there, hiding along the leaves, so as not to disturb you. But apparently, his warrior and hunter training didn't function when he was close to you. Lo'ak stepped on a branch. A crunchy sound reached your ears, you immediately let go of the braid you were about to finish, grabbed your knife and threw it towards where the sound came from. Your spy barely had time to duck, causing the knife to become embedded in the tree behind him and not in his skull.
“Pela'ang, kalweyaveng! (What the hell, son of a b)” You exclaimed, eyes wide open and heart beating fast like a pa’li running.
“Sorry, sorry!” He answered, showing his hands to let you know he wasn't a threat.
“What were you doing there, creep?” You covered your face, one hand on the chest, thinking about how bad that could have ended.
“I didn't know you were here. I wanted to give you space, but I ended up disturbing you.”
“Damn it, skxawng. What was I going to say to the olo'eyktan and the tsakarem? ‘I'm sorry I killed your youngest son because he scared me to death' huh? Do you want me to be exiled?”
“You won't. I'm their least favorite child anyway.” He chuckled.
“Say that again, and I will put an arrow in that pretty head of yours.” You answered, rolling your eyes and, finally, relaxing.
Lo'ak removed the weapon from where it was embedded and came out of his ‘hiding’ spot, even if his intention wasn't exactly to hide. When he handed you your knife, he gave you one of those smiles you always enjoyed.
“C'mon, don't be mad at me.”
“Shut up.” You fake annoyance.
“I will when you stop being mad at me.”
You ignored him, so he started to push you playfully, hands smacking him back, until a big splash was heard.
“I'm sorry.” Lo'ak said with a laugh. The air left his lungs for how hard he was making fun of you, one arm in the air trying not to end up completely in the water.
“Skxawng, my hair is not done yet.” Water also wet Lo'ak's face after you splashed him. The small drops of water that ran down his chin glittered between his bioluminescent dots.
“Then let me help you.” He said without thinking. “Sorry, I know you don't let anyone touch your head and hair.”
“It's… It's okay…” Even the plants and animals close to you both were surprised by your whisper.
“Really?”
“Am… yeah.. I'm about to finish and I'm pretty tired anyway.” You try to sound nonchalant, but Lo'ak knew it was a big deal for you.
The boy said nothing, not wanting to make obvious how much he felt honored. So you started to talk about your day while braiding a piece of hair, letting him touch the other side of your head. The fact that both were trying so hard to not mention anything about the exception you made, was enough to make you feel different. Your stomach was full of ikrans.
“I hope it looks good, don't think I didn't notice how upset Tuk was when you braided her.” Lo'ak blushed at the comment.
“Hey, I didn't have a lot of practice at the time.”
Your smile sent a shiver down his spine. Fortunately, you didn't notice because you looked out to see your reflection in the water. The work was beautiful, maybe it was just a section of hair, but it made you smile even more.
“Lo'ak, it's beautiful.”
“I'm… I'm glad you like it.”
“Thank you for being patient with me. It means a lot, and I hope you know you make me feel… safe.”
“You mean my family or me?” He asked, nervous.
“Both.”
Lo'ak could swear the way you were looking at him was just so unique and hypnotizing. He could see every detail of your eyes; a different caramel color in them, not like the plain yellow. It made him feel that he could see everything through them.
“Thanks for reassuring me.”
“Reassuring?”
“Yeah…”
Lo'ak looked down and took your hand, knowing he wasn't scared anymore. He needed a plan and a lot of help, because he was sure that you were perfect for him. His heart beat for you, and not even himself could stop that.
summary: Your mate, the mighty warrior Tsu'tey, accepts to bake with you for Valentine's Day, a human celebration he doesn't completely understand. Would he be good in the kitchen, a new place he had never visited before? And how would he react when he encounters a strong smell and a new flavor?
pairing: Tsu'tey x gn!human!reader
event: day 2 of Eywa's Arrow ("Unconventional” tawtute date)
genre: romance, fluff, cozy
warnings: Tsu'tey being a big kitty and tsundere, Tsu'tey discovering human activities, flavors, smells and things in general. Stablish relationship. Maybe a little bit cheese.
a/n: I'm so excited to post this! It was really fun to write. To then people who are waiting for their previous requests, I'm bagging for patience T-T. English is not my first language, please be kind. <3.
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“Why do this here?” His deep voice asked, looking around the metal room with skepticism.
“We have the tools in the kitchen.”
“We have tools to cook in the clan too.”
“But not the ones we need. Besides, we are not cooking, we are baking.”
“Bakeen.” Tsu'tey repeated it softly. He studied the word as it slid down his tongue.
“Yes, I want you to try cookies.”
“Cookeez.”
“Mhm.” You tried to hide your smile, because you didn't want Tsu'tey to think you were making fun of him. “Do you want them to be vanilla flavor or…?”
As you were taking out the utensils, Tsu'tey caught a whiff of something strong. At first, it had gone unnoticed amidst the mix of smells that only the kitchen could produce. But it was unable to be ignored by him and his keen sense of smell.
“Tsu'tey?”
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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summary: What would your favorite boy do when you don't give him the attention he (knows he) deserves? Charlie talks with you, thinking he did something wrong, but just after feeling really hurt by your lack of attention in the study session, with the other poets.
pairing: Charlie Dalton x gn!reader
genre: Hurt/comfort, romance and fluff
warnings: Might be a little oof (Charlie), but I believe this can be other side of him. Dalton and reader breaking Hellton's rules at night? Minnor miscommunication and jealousy with happy ending <3.
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You barely spoke to Charlie all day. During classes, he cracked his trademark jokes, earning annoyed glances from Cameron and giggles from the other poets. But you barely even looked at him when he was specifically looking for your reaction.
At first, he thought ‘maybe they are just tired’. Later, when he grabbed your soft hand under the table, during lunch, and you didn't squeeze it —a thing that helped to reassure him—, Charlie realized something was wrong.
In the study group, you sat absently besides him. Pitts asked for your help in one of the chemistry exercises. Charlie was ready to ask for your help too, but as soon as you finished explaining to Pitts, you closed your chemistry book, took out your latin notebook, and asked Neil to swap seats. So, you ended up next to the red-haired boy that Charlie loved to tease.
Thirty minutes passed with Charlie maintaining his usual carefree attitude —though he occasionally glanced in your direction, not missing how Cameron leaned towards you as he patiently explained—. Then, he couldn't keep his smirk alive, nor did he continue making jokes. Knox and Neil noticed something was off when Charlie simply remained silent.
“Are you feeling good?” His best friend asked with a worried gaze.
“Yeah. Everything is good, apparently.” He couldn't help but look in your direction, catching how you were smiling at the ginger when you finally got the right answer in an exercise.
When everyone gathered their things, Charlie waited for you. You were about to say goodbye, when he faced you with a stiff posture and a contracted jaw.
“I'm coming with you.”
“Where?” You asked genuinely confused.
“To your room.”
“Why?” Charlie almost let his serious demeanor fall when he caught how you changed your expression: your sweet eyes filled with worry.
“We need to talk.”
The other poets just went to their rooms, knowing there was nothing to see. The walk to your destination was silent. Both of you were consumed by uncertainty for different reasons. Charlie wasn't sure if he really wanted to know the answer to the question in his mind, and you had no idea what was wrong.
Inside the bedroom, your boyfriend sighed, relieved because your roommate wasn't there. He locked the door. Nervous, you left your books on your desk. Charlie did the same. However, he didn't sit in your bed when you palmed the free spot next to you, because he was too anxious.
“What's wrong? Did I do something?”
His voice was filled with despair, you noticed it. The tilt in your head made him lose control. He grabbed his hair, tired of feeling like you were ignoring him. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes reflected how troubled he was.
“I don't understand.” The tone you used, soft and low, made him kneel in front of you, looking up.
“You have been ignoring me all day. You didn't laugh at my jokes. You almost never even looked in my direction. You didn't squeeze my hand when I held yours. And in the study session you were all smiley with Cameron.” His eyes softened with a tint of red color. “Please, tell me if I did something wrong. I can't… I can't stand another day without your attention."
He was in a vulnerable state. Charlie liked to be perceived as someone funny and carefree, but deep down he was a softie. And when he started dating you, he discovered a needy and cute romantic side he denied ever existed.
“Oh, baby.” Your hands landed on his cheeks and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. “I'm so sorry.” You whispered and something in Charlie broke, fearing the worst. “I didn't realise I was neglecting you. I just have been so stressed over the next latin exam. I had a B last time and Cameron offered to help me. I think I kinda locked myself in by stress.”
Your lips kissed his nose and then his mouth. The motion was short, but it was a demonstration of how sorry you truly felt. After that, your arms wrapped around his neck. You pulled him closer, feeling Charlie wrap his hands around your waist as well. Still kneeling in front of you, he hid his face in the hollow between your neck and shoulder. Feeling him so close, you realized how much you'd missed his warmth all day. Both of you stayed like that for a while, until an adorable groan came from Charlie's throat. He moved away enough so he could speak without breaking the hug.
“You really scared me.”
“I know, Char.”
“You always know when I'm struggling with school, or parents or friends. I wanna know when you struggle too.” He whispered his answer, so close to your face, like he was afraid someone would hear.
“I'll let you know from now on. Again, I'm sorry.”
“An apology won't be enough to make me feel better." He gave you a little smile. There was your flirtatious, playful boy.
“Then what do you need, darling?”
“I want you to hold me and kiss me until you get sick of me. Or Neil comes searching for me worried. Or your roommate knocks at the door. Whatever happens first.”
“Trust me, the first one will never happen.” You squeezed his hand. “Come here.”
Charlie stood up so he could look down at you, meeting your eyes while he dried his. He reminded you how tall he was just by having him in that position. You climbed in your bed, making space for him. There, both of you lay down with arms and legs tangled. You caressed his hair and back, kissing his face and mouth carefully. He smiled wildly, happy because he was finally receiving the attention he knew he deserved from his significant other.
“My sweet boy. You are cuter behind that smirk of yours.”
scenario: You forget your jacket before/during a reunion with the D.P.S. What would they do?
pairing: Dead Poets x gn!reader
genre: cute, fluff, romantic
warnings: a dirty-minded joke (without apparent intention) in Charlie's reaction (NOT +18), tsundere!Richard Cameron i guess hehe.
a/n: I don't know how you would classify this one, imagine? scenario? reaction? but here it is!!! Do you have any requests? (Send inbox, please). English is not my first language, please be kind <3.
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Neil Perry
When you were sneaking out, he noticed that you didn't have a jacket with you, just Welton's sweater. But before he could say something, he was dragged outside.
He kept an eye on you. He helped you walk through the rocky road, holding hands in case he needed to stabilize you —and to give some warmth to your skin—. Your body was shaking a little bit, but other than that, it didn't seem like there was a problem. However, when all of the new gen of the Dead Poet Society arrived at the cave, he noticed the way your lips turned purple.
“Come here.” He says, putting his own jacket over your shoulders.
“But, Neil, you are gonna freeze.”
“I am wearing two sweaters, besides, you are freezing already.”
“I'm sorry. Now you are gonna be cold and it's my fault.”
“Don't worry.” He kissed your forehead. “You have to be more careful next time, okay?” You nodded. “But I will give you my jacket one hundred times if you need it.”
Todd Anderson
The boy looked so cute sitting next to you with his red cheeks, sweet eyes and cute light brown hair. He was the only thing that was distracting you from the coldness. It wasn't winter yet, but it was windy in the woods, and inside the cave —where you were currently—.
“Are you okay?” He asked quietly as the other boys started arguing about the snacks.
“Yeah…”
“Are you sure? You… look cold.”
“I am, but it's okay, I'm not freezing anyway.”
“But you could get sick.”
He sat closer, shaking a little bit. Even if he didn't want to admit it, it was still a little difficult to talk out loud sometimes. He took his jacket and put it on top of your body, covering your chest and hands, like a blanket.
“Todd, you are an angel, but I'm gonna feel bad if you get sick. Here.”
You sat even closer, touching his knee with your own. His body tensed a little, but when you put half of his jacket on him, he relaxed. The other poets didn't notice how both of you were looking at them like lost puppies, more worried about each other's health.
Charlie Dalton
“Come here. I'm gonna make you warm with my own body.”
“Charlie!” You exclaimed, covering your face. The boys laughed at your reaction.
“And I am the one with a dirty mind, huh?” He smirked. “C'mon, come here.”
You left your spot next to Meeks and walked towards him, rolling your eyes. Charlie extended his hands, like he was asking for a hug. He guided you to sit between his legs, on the ground, and embraced you from behind, like he was a bear imprisoning your body.
“You are squeezing me.”
“That's the point, dummy.”
In that position, it was easier for him to put his chin on top of your head. You complained, but you preferred that over than freezing to death.
At some point, when Neil was reading a poem from the book “Five Centuries of Verse”, a gust of wind snuck through the cave entrance, causing you to shiver. Charlie noticed, so he grabbed your hands between his and started to rub them together.
“Better?” He whispered.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Everything for you.”
Knox Overstreet
“You are not going outside like that.” He said.
At first, he sounded like your dad, so you thought that he was talking about the pyjama pants or maybe the shirt. Of course, it was confusing because you were just going to one of the dead poets society reunions, sneaking in the middle of the night.
“What?”
“Yes. You are not going outside without a jacket or at least a sweater. Come here.” None of the others gathered with you, so you followed him to his room, which was the closest. You couldn't be noisy or careless. That's why you were so anxious about being in the hallway. When you turned your gaze from your surroundings to his room, with the door open, you flinched. Suddenly, he showed a wide range of garment options on clothes hangers.
“You have my red cardigan, which is your favorite; my black jacket, this other green cardigan; Welton's sweater…”
“Isn't that my green cardigan? I thought I had lost it.”
“Well, maybe you forgot it in the study room and as the good boyfriend I am, I took care of it for you.”
“Sure…”
“So?”
“The red cardigan.”
Steven Meeks
He noticed that the long sleeve you were wearing wasn't enough. He sat next to you and took your hands gently.
“You should already know that the weather here is dense.” He whispered while the others laughed at one of Charlie's jokes.
“I was too lazy to return and grab a jacket.” You yawned.
“Have you been staying up late?” He asked with concern while taking off his jacket.
“Sometimes. I can't be a poet and a good student at the same time.”
You put on his jacket and the scarf he offered later. With his beanie and sweater, he looked cozy, but you still felt bad for stealing his clothes.
“I can help you with homework if you want.”
“I appreciate that, but it's okay.” Another yawn. “It's not about how many assignments I have, it's about the time. But I'm gonna be okay.”
“You deserve to rest too. The others will understand if you need to stay for a night or two.”
“And miss out on all of your incredible poems? Never.”
“Then come here.” He patted his shoulder. “You can rest and listen.”
“Fine…”
You snuggled against him, closing your eyes to rest. It wasn't long before you truly fell asleep. Meeks looked down at you with a cute smile. Your friends kept their voices down that night, avoiding to disturb you. You really needed that sleep, even if it was surrounded by rocks and dirt.
Gerard Pitts
“G?”
He turned around, almost colliding with Cameron. His vision was limited between the darkness of the woods, but still, your silhouette was something he would always recognize.
“Yes?”
“I'm sorry, can you please stay behind with me?”
“Yes! Do you need help?” He walked towards you with a flashlight.
“I just… I'm not as fast as all of you. I'm getting out of breath.”
“It's okay, don't worry. Let's wait for a second until you feel better.” He took your hand, trying to comfort you. Then he noticed how cold it was. “You are freezing.”
“I'm okay…”
“You are not!” He quickly put his jacket over your arms and shoulders. “Let's go, the cave would probably be warmer.” Pitts grabbed your hand again, this time, sliding it in the pocket of his hoodie.
“Thank you…” Your voice sounded quieter compared with the loud noises your friends were making a few steps away.
“I will always be here.”
You walked behind the group. Pitts never let you go until all of the poets arrived at the cave. He made sure you were comfortable and warm, even if that meant that he had to be cold for a little while.
Richard Cameron
Cameron knew you well, that's why he came out of his room with a small backpack. Charlie looked at him as if the ginger was crazy, thinking the bag would make him slower because all they needed were flashlights and a book or two.
When they gathered at the exit of the school, everything made sense.
“Cam, I'm freezing. Can I borrow your jacket?” You asked, rubbing your hands together.
“So I can freeze? You are crazy.” He rolled his eyes and opened the backpack.
You were about to complain about how mean he was with you sometimes, even if it was a joke. But he took out a jacket, a beanie, a scarf and a pair of gloves.
“It's not even that cold yet.” Knox said, looking around for snow, but there wasn't.
“Tell them that. They act like it's December or something.”
You put on the clothes, feeling a warm sensation filling up from head to toes.
“You are my savior.”
“Aham. I'm not gonna be your savior anymore if you keep forgetting to bring extra clothes.”
“But now I know that you would bring me some. Why's that?”
“Because we would be accused of murder if you died of coldness in the woods.”
“Nah, it's because you care about me.”
“Don't flatter yourself.” He answered with pink cheeks.
summary: Spider loves to spend time with you. Even if sometimes you don't want to be outside and he doesn't want to stay inside, you always make it work. So, when you don't show up to one date, he gets worried. How would he react if your health is not the best?
pairing: Spider Socorro x gn!human!reader
genre: fluff, cute, romantic
warnings: established relationship, mention of sickness (stomachache, nothing serious or graphic), Spider being a good boyfriend <3, use of they/them pronouns three or four times.
a/n: sooooo, Avatar Fire and Ash dropped a new trailer!!! And of course, the fics are coming back, too! I just hope this time, because of his screen time, we can have more Spider x reader fics. That's why I wrote this. I'm so excited and scared at the same time, lol. English is not my first language, please be kind <3.
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Spider was an active boy, always hanging around with the Sullys, exploring the forest by himself or with you, his favorite person. You two were the only humans who grew up in Pandora. That came with blue fingers pointing at you and yellow feline eyes always watching what you do.
Even with that, there were differences. Spider always wanted to be outside, and didn't care about the dirt. The blonde boy was the first one to do something with the Omatikaya —climbing, practicing with his bow, making clothes, crafting, etc.— even when they didn't allow him to be close. You, on the other hand, liked to wear a mix of na'vi and human clothes, preferred to be safe and cozy inside the labs after a few hours exploring with your friends and, mostly, like to read about the history of Earth and Pandora.
You were more human.
Spider was more na'vi.
And that was the perfect combination.
Your relationship was based on doing things together, never something that the other one didn't want to. That's why, there was always a good conversation before a date. Something like:
“Do you wanna go climbing today?”
“Not really, I don't feel like going out. What about watching a documentary? And then we can go out at night.”
“I like the idea. Wanna go watch the stars?”
“Yes! That would be awesome.”
That day, Spider helped Lo'ak and Neteyam collect some stuff for his father. After a good workout, he wanted to be with you. So, before he left the labs, he asked you if you wanted to go swimming. You accepted because you could finish your homework in time —Max took his teacher role a little too seriously—. But then, why weren't you there, with him?
“Hey, Norm. Have you seen them?”
The scientist didn't need a name, he knew Spider was talking about the ‘most beautiful creature in the world’.
“Oh, boy. I was looking for you before, but Jake said you were with his sons. They are not feeling good.”
Norm’s expression was contracted in worry, and your boyfriend didn't like that. A pang punched his chest, and, somehow, his lungs stopped working for a second, even when the air was clean for him.
“Wait, what happened?”
“Maybe you would prefer to go to their room, but try not to be noisy.”
When Spider closed your door, the only source of light was the flower lamp Kiri crafted for you a few years ago. Your back was facing him, and your body was curled up in the fetal position.
“Yawne?” The room was filled with a soft whisper. “Baby, are you awake?”
Your eyes opened and the only possible picture appeared: a blurry Spider. He smiled, caressing the rebel and sweaty hairs in your forehead.
“What's wrong?” His voice was sweet, like the delicious non-poisonous fruits.
“I'm sorry, I have a stomachache.”
“You ate with Kiri and Tuk, right? Was the food venomous?”
“Actually, I ended up eating here because my homework was giving me a headache. Norm said it was something else, I probably need vitamins.”
A knot made you cry in pain. Spider moved the sheets so he could slide in next to you, wrapping his arms around your body.
“I really wanted to go swimming.”
“I know, Paskalin. But we can always go when you feel better. Remember, the most important thing here is your health.”
“But you probably wanted to relax after working with Lo'ak and Neteyam all day.”
“I wanted to be with you. And if I have to take care of you, I will, no matter what. Because I will he here, with you, always.”
A smile was enough for him to know that you weren't feeling guilty anymore. The tension in your body was still there, but at least, Spider company made everything better.
“Do you want me to sing you to sleep?” He asked, when you turned to hide your face in his chest.
“Wait, are you clean?”
“Of course I am! Rule number one: never enter my love's room without showering, especially after a hard day.’
“I see, you learned your lesson.”
“Hey.” He giggled with you. “Everything to cuddle with my favorite person.”
