𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐰
spider socorro x f!omatikaya!sully!reader
summary: you used to dislike spider, and after neteyams death you truly see him.
ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ
All Spider wanted was for you to see him like he had seen you.
He constantly searched for your attention—offering to help out in the village or in High Camp, tending to your ikran, and even offering to look after Tuk when you wanted to go out into the forest.
He wanted to understand why you disliked him so much, and a part of him did.
You were Jake and Neytiri's eldest daughter, you were the one born only months after the war, you were the one who grew up around Jake's human side, you were the one who had seen and experienced the worst of Neytiri's hatred towards the Sky People — and that hatred passed onto you, and that hatred made you see Spider in the wrong light.
It was almost like he craved your attention—like he needed it.
He searched for your eyes in a crowd, he searched for your ikran when the war party came back from raids, he searched for you in the midst of injured warriors—hoping you weren't one of them.
Something in you twisted when he was taken. Something like concern.
You denied it, you attempted to convince yourself that it was concern for you siblings—who were closer to Spider then you ever were. But when your heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name, it was then that you couldn't keeo denying it.
Over the span of the months you had been in Awa'atlu, something in you lifted.
Your jaw tensed when Kiri brought him up, your grip tightened around the woven mount on your ikran tightened when you realized he was no longer there to offer to tend to your ikran even if he knew you would say no.
A part of you missed him, and the other part was scared of that fact.
At night, laying on a worn-out cot, Spider would stay up thinking about you and if you were thinking about him too.
He swallowed hard when he mounted Quaritch's ikran, wondering if you missed him asking you if he could tend to your ikran even if he knew you would say no. When he held his bow in his hands, he thought you and how you always had the weapon near you.
He knew you better than most, and you weren't close with him. That was the worst part. He had managed to notice every small detail about you from afar without feeling like he had to notice but instead as a want.
When you saw him for the first time in months, something in your unraveled—relief that he was okay and unharmed.
You froze, something unknown floating in your golden irises as you met his eyes. You stopped fighting, you let the bright orange cuffs wrap around your wrists as you were bind to the railing you had bene thrown over carelessly only moments ago.
Spider tried to talk them into letting you go, but Quaritch only smirked at the sight.
You swallowed hard. What had changed?
Years you had known him—your entire life, and suddenly seeing him after months, everything you had thought about him changed.
You saw him in a different light, you simply didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.
After Neteyam's death, something in the air shifted between you and Spider.
You let him stay—his presence lingering, leaving something warm and calm. The air was tense and full of grief—one wrong breath and everything shattered.
Spider stood by like he was afraid he would ruin something that hadn't even started. He hesitated before entering the marui pod, he hesitated before making a comment he hoped would make somebody laugh.
Only days had passed after Neteyams funeral, and you had yet to speak more than a few sentences to Spider.
You wanted to blame him, but you didn't—you couldn't bring yourself to. So, you did what Neteyam would've done, you stood with Spider. Not behind him, not Infront of him, with him.
You defended his name when he wasn't around, you helped teach him the way of water, and you treated him like an equal because you finally saw him.
You noticed it before you realized it. How he vaguely mentioned how out of place he felt with the RDA, but how he tried to make the na'vi realize he truly was one of them.
Too na'vi for the humans, and too human for the na'vi.
The night you told him, something in you twisted—something good.
The faint chirp of an ilu, the light trash of waves as the tide raised, the singing of a tulkun. it all mixed with the sound of Spider's sniffles.
"Spider?" You addressed him quietly, your steps subtle on the sand as he turned to look at you, his eyes rimmed red. "Hey." He avoided your eyes, the wheeze of his exopack making your ears perk up.
"I'm good if that's what you were worried about." He cleared his throat, looking back towards the water as you walked closer towards him, hesitated before you sat down beside him, your jaw tense.
Moments of silence passed between you two before you swallowed hard. "I don't blame you." Your voice was small and vulnerable—something you hadn't been in a long time.
Spider's eyes flickered towards you in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at your words. "What if i blame myself?" He blurted, closing his eyes as he realized what he had admitted.
"I get it." You paused, interrupting him. "You're not the only one." Tears stung your eyes.
Spider didn't respond immediately. He let the comfortable silence sit between you for a moment. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, but never stitched into a full smile.
"For what it's worth, i think you...fit in." A shocked laugh left his mouth at your words. "Yeah, right. Half the clan hates me just because I'm human." You shrugged.
"Welcome to the club." You mumbled, tracing the patterns on your legs mindlessly.
"Hey, Y/n." You hesitated, avoiding his eyes. "I see you." You whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear if he wasn't listening.
Spider let a smile make its way onto your lips as he met your vulnerable eyes.