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writersrkive · 2 months ago

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Cat boy | Spencer Reid

summary: Spencer thinks you, his new colleague, are cool, but he doesn't know how to interact. Somehow, he stars to consider the idea that cats are a good way to start getting to know you better, perhaps because you remind him of them. You couldn't agree more with the idea, especially when you're also curious about the only team member who's the same age as you.

genre: fluff?

pairing: Spencer Reid x masc!bau!reader

warnings: I think there's nothing to worry about.

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Spencer never had the facility of talking to others, especially if they were strangers. You were not a stranger, but a student of criminology who was doing his internship. However, he wasn't used to you yet. Spencer thought you were interesting, but even if both of you were the same age, he thought that you were too cool for him, just like Derek.

After a few weeks of your arrival, Spencer found a way to know you better without talking —getting nervous—: listening when you and the team talked, like right now.

“Aww, Sergio would love to meet them.” Emily said, looking at your phone. There was a picture that everyone came to see, except for Spencer, who was awkwardly standing a little far, waiting for the team to go home.

“They are so cute!” García exclaimed.

“Of course you like them, baby girl.” Derek smirked.

“I love all animals.” She picked at his side.

“What about you, Spencer?” Your voice made the brown haired look in your direction. He seemed lost.

“Huh?”

“Come. I'm showing my babies to everyone.” Spencer would describe your smile as ‘cute’.

When he got closer —close enough for him to be comfortable—, he looked at the picture. There were two cats: one white with black spots, and the other completely grey. They were sleeping on top of something black, Spencer realized it was your t-shirt, jeans and belt. He didn't know why he was getting flustered looking at a fragment of a body, your body.

“Are you a cat or a dog person?” You asked.

“They both can carry a lot of germs and diseases. I don't like germs and diseases.”

“Well, if someday you wanna come to my place, let me clarify that they are completely clean and ready to meet you.”

What did you mean by that? Were you expecting him to visit? Why? When? How?

Spencer investigated what you said, that “cat or dog person” thing. Apparently, sometimes it wasn't just about what one person prefer, but their own personality. Everytime he observed you —which was constantly— he noticed a little bit more of your “cat” personality. The way you moved; the way you waited, observed and talked; the way you would smirked at him whenever you catched him staring.

“What are you thinking about, pretty boy?” Derek asked in the jet.

“Cats.” He answered without thinking.

“Cats? I thought a girl catched your attention back in Los Angeles.” He smirked. “They were pretty interested in you.”

“Let him think about cats, Morgan.” You defended Spencer from your seat, “Cats are cool, aren't they?”

“Yeah…” Spencer said, looking away.

The next day, the team did paperwork. Spencer finished first, so he went to buy a coffee. Surprisingly, you followed him a little later. Both of you were waiting for your orders to be ready.

“You know, I have always thought you are cool.” You said after a long time of sitting together in silence.

“I think that word describes people like Morgan and you, not me.” He whispered a little confused.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. The type of people that one cannot take their eyes off. Your body, face, personality, everything says ‘look at me, I'm awesome’, but yet, you are so quiet and mysterious.”

“You just describe how I would describe my cats.”

Both of you chuckled. In your short time in the BAU you have seen Spencer smile, but never like that, when you were the reason for his expressiveness.

“I mean it.” He looked at you with all the attention of the world. “You are cool, Spencer, but maybe people need to remind you that more often.”

The batista mentioned your names, so when you walked back to work together, you kept talking.

“My offer still stands.”

“What offer?”

“You coming to my place.”

He immediately blushed, so you had to bite your lip to hide the fact that you wanted to squish his face. He was too cute for his own good.

“I'm not good at knowing new places.”

“You always are when we are working.”

“Exactly, it's work. This is different.”

“Well, just think that you are going to get to know your newest college better.”

“I'm not good with new people either.”

“You might be with cats.” You showed an amused smirk.

And for the first time, Spencer enjoyed the fact that someone said something with a hidden meaning, because of course he wanted to be good with… cats.

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writersrkive · 2 months ago

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Deep | Tsireya

summary: You have a crush on Tsireya, your beautiful and kind friend, but you are nervous about confessing. Rotxo and Kiri help you a little bit, so you have a perfect moment and place for just the two of you. But what will be Tsireya's reaction to your confession and the gift you have for her?

genre: fluff, romantic

pairing: Tsireya x fem!omaticaya!reader

warnings: no use of y/n, there's a mention of the word "girl" once, but other than that I guess you can read it as a gn!reader too.

a/n: I said I wanted to write about Avatar on holidays, but here I am... 4 months later 😪. I'm going to try to write and update more content soon. I want to write about f×f and m×m, so don'tbe shy and send requests! English is not my first language, please be kind <3.

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Tsireya was friendly with you since the day your family arrived. Even after a few months passed, with your siblings and you adapting and surviving in a new clan, she was still there for whatever you would need.

This, of course, wasn't a problem for you, specifically since you started to develop a little crush for her. Everything was going normal the first weeks of friendship, but the more time you spent together, the faster your heart beat and the redder your cheeks burned. When you realized what was happening, you didn't deny it because she was a girl, but because you were too scared to possibly ruin your friendship. However, when Rotxo and Kiri caught you starting, they didn't stop until you surrendered.

“Fine… I'll confess.” You rolled your eyes and tried to walk away.

“Aham, now, what's the plan?” Kiri grabbed your arm and made you sit between Rotxo and her.

“You mean I need to confess now?”

“Not now, but the sooner, the better.”

“I think I might know when you can confess.” Rotxo commented with a big smile.

You spent hours diving, searching for the perfect shells for Tsireya's gift —gladly, that counted as training—. Your fingers hurt a little, but your sisters told you it was a good job for your first metkayina necklace, in their opinion. Expecting a perfect confession, you practiced the words again and again, until the day arrived.

Rotxo was right, it was the time of the month when Tsireya had to go to a specific cave. That cave was a few meters away from the shore and you could only enter by diving. Rotxo showed you the place previously, so you wouldn't get lost just in case. That cave was important for the Metkayina, since inside it had various kinds of flora and fauna reserved for special rituals of the tribe.

So there you were, asking Tsireya if you could go with her. She never rejected anything you asked, and of course she was happy to have your company.

“Sure! There's plenty of things we need to collect. We better hurry up.” Her smile and little dimples almost made you faint right there.

«It's okay, just keep it together.» You said to yourself.

The journey was full of little games, races and smiles under the water. The animals surrounded you like if they knew you needed reassurance, so you thanked Eywa for that.

When you finally arrived, the inside of the cave looked even more beautiful that the time you were there with Rotxo. Tsireya asked you to collect some plants outside the water, while she searched for shells and rocks.

«I can't do this.»

«Yes, yes I can.»

«Damn, what if she says no?»

«Her smile it's so cute.»

«My heart is racing so fast.»

«Am I gonna die right here, before my romantic life starts?»

Your head was occupied with all those thoughts, so you didn't realize Tsireya was talking to you.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you have everything.” She gave you a friendly look, you didn't know she found your distraction cute.

“Uh… yes, sorry.”

“Okay, then it's time to go.” She smiled again and was about to dive, but you called her name. “Is something wrong?”

“No… well, it depends on how you see it.”

“What it is? Are you hurt? Do you need more time before diving?”

She went out of the water, leaving her basket and bag aside. Her hands grabbed your shoulders —you felt the skin burning under her fingers—, and she study your face and body with a worried look.

“It's not that.” The embarrassment was evident because of a blush. “Please, sit with me.”

Both of you sat at the edge of the pool. Her hand was close to yours, but you felt like you couldn't grab it yet.

“I need to tell you something.”

“I'm here to listen to you, always.”

“I have been feeling weird since a lomg time ago…” you started.

“Should we go with sa'nok?”

“No, no. I know what's happening. You see… this strange feeling of my heart almost exploding It's there just when I'm with you or thinking about you.”

Your eyes avoided looking at her, otherwise you knew you wouldn't be able to continue.

“Since we arrived, you have been an amazing friend to all of us. But the months passed and I just wanted to be near you, hearing your voice, your laugh, or even just being by your side.” A sight was heard in the cave, you needed to take a breath. “I realized how comfortable and safe I felt with you, well… you make me feel that way. You are a beautiful and amazing na'vi, and I know I probably have nothing special to offer, but I would like to court you.” Your voice trembled, but your hand was able to take the necklace from the bag attached to your waist. “And I would understand if you don't feel that way, however, I wish you can accept this.”

You offered the necklace, but she didn't take it. Panicked went through your spine, so you looked up. She was staring at the gift, completely stunned.

“I know it's not the best you have received, perhaps I know there are other na’vi who could give you something better, but-”

Her hands landed at each side of your face. You looked at her surprised by the sudden action. If Tsireya knew puppies, she would say you had puppy eyes at that moment.

“What-”

But she cut you again. Actually, her lips did. The texture was like a gummy and the flavor was salty, something that you would crave in your heart for the rest of your life. The feeling of having her that close was something new, but it definitely felt right.

“You're beautiful.” She whispered. “I mean… It's beautiful! The necklace, yeah.”

“T-Thanks. Sorry, but does this mean…”

“That I like you too, pretty girl.” She giggled and you could promise she never looked that cute before. “And I would love to court you too.”

“Oh…” You smiled like an idiot.

“‘Oh’? That's it?” She teased.

“Sorry, I don't know what to say.”

“It's okay.” She passed a hand through the locks of your wet hair. “I'm just teasing you.”

She leaned again. Your foreheads and noses touched. You sighted, relieved because nothing went wrong, but you were still in shock.

“Can you put it on me?” She asked gently.

Your fingers secured the necklace in her nape. When she turned and looked at you, the image of her wearing her first courting gift made you feel ikrans in your stomach.

“You look beautiful too.” You smiled.

“Thanks for it.” She touched the shells decorating her neck. “And by the way, you are wrong.” You looked at her confused. “You have a lot to offer and I would love to see it.”

She gave you a last little peck in the cheek before taking her stuff again. Both of you dive grabbing hands, feeling like a pair of love ilus ready to deep dive in a cute new chapter of their lives.

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writersrkive · 6 months ago

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hi!! i just read your spencer fic about telling him not to shut up. i specifically loved the fact that the reader’s first language isn’t english, i feel like the majority of the fandom doesn’t have english as their first language.

could you write something where the reader’s first language isn’t english and they’re having trouble with their paperwork because people tend to use a lot of difficult words, and spencer notices it and helps them out? maybe reader often stays late to finish working because they need to read sentences multiple times to fully understand them?

if you don’t feel like writing this feel free to skip or write anything else <3

(it’s getting late for me here but i look forward to reading more of your work when i come back from work tomorrow :)

have a good day!!

A little help never hurts | Spencer Reid

summary: Paperwork days are hell, especially for you, since English isn't your first language. You don't say anything to any of your coworkers because you're afraid they will see you as incapable of doing your work, but one genius boy might have been looking at you a lot and definitely notices something is wrong. He is determined to help you. An extra help never hurts, right?

genre: fluff, comfort

pairing: early seasons!Spencer Reid x bau!reader

warnings: English isn't reader's first language, mention of reader being from another country (I think that's all, but let me know!)

a/n: Omg, my second request! I loved the idea, thanks! I hope you like it rebel-ezra (does this notify you when I answer your inbox or do I have to tag people when it's not anon? lol, sorry). I'm excited to see how much you enjoy this one, and I'm sorry if it's not as good as you expected. English isn't my first language, please be kind <3.

Happy New Year, reader! I hope you can get distracted a little with this fic if, if you need to. You did it! Next year we have more people, places and things to know, hugs!

important: Are you guys interested in being in a Criminal Mind's tag list for my fics? If that's the case, let me know in the comments, please. I might be doing one if there's enough people.

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The feeling of pressure on your head and the emptiness of your stomach has stressed you since a few hours ago. You didn't have anything to eat since the doughnut and cup of coffee that García offered you in the morning when she arrived. But you weren't close to going home.

Paperwork was always a pain in the ass, but especially for the poor newest member of the BAU. Why is that? Well, your mother language wasn't English, and of course you had a good level —otherwise you wouldn't have the opportunity to study and work in the U.S.A.—, but the documents were too formal and technical given the seriousness of the issues being discussed.

“Shit.” You whispered, typing a new confusing and complicated word on your computer for the third time in an hour.

“Hey, do you want to go to my place after work? Tonight seems like a free night, if duty doesn't call.” Emily had approached you with a warm smile, knowing that paperwork was never easy.

“Thanks, Em. But I think tonight I'm going home to rest. It's been a long week.” But you gave that answer because at that point, it was routine to stay way later than your workmates.

Spencer was coming back from the bathroom, ready to take his stuff and go home. It was really late, so he thought he was the only one besides Hotch in the office. However, he saw you at your desk: your head resting on a dictionary, the computer next to you and several post-it notes stuck in the drawers of your desk.

He called your name twice, but of course the sleep you were immersed in did not allow you to hear it. Footsteps were heard in the darkness. There were just a few desk lamps on, that's why he was able to see your peaceful expression. He touched your shoulder slightly and when you opened your eyes, all you saw was a shy smile.

“Reid, what's wrong?” You asked, feeling your head throbbing.

“Are you okay? You fell asleep.” He whispered.

“Oh… Yeah… I'm okay.”

“Are you sure? You seem pretty tired. It's late so maybe you should go home”

“Don't worry. I have work to get done anyway.” You sighed, remembering how you still had to review a quarter of documents.

“What? But you have been working on this for hours.”

His comment made you blush. Of course you haven't told anyone how hard it was to review every document twice or even thrice to be sure that you didn't misunderstand or mistranslate anything. Somehow you felt that if anyone knew they would criticize or mock you. Not that you thought about your coworkers being mean, but through your journey of learning another language and moving from your country, you met all kinds of people. Also, you didn't want to be seen as weak or incapable of doing your job.

“Today was just a lot, that's all.”

“You usually work quickly, though I think I know what's going on. You keep a dictionary on your desk and usually carry a pocket version in your backpack, the days when you leave work late are paperwork days and you usually close the translator tab on your computer as soon as someone approaches your desk.” He explained looking around your stuff as if he was analyzing everything. “Is it about the language?”

“Yes, yes it is, okay? There, I said it!” Your frustrated tone made Spencer realise how tired you were about the situation. You didn't even try to deny it, you just hid your face around your arms, leaning on your desk —as if you were recreating the position he found you asleep previously—.

“Hey, but what's wrong with that?” He asked softly.

“What do you mean ‘what's wrong with that'? I'm supposed to understand everything that is on the documents, but I become slower because I have to verify and translate information that I don't understand because it is a more technical language.” The words were audible enough to him even though your face was still hidden.

“Do you realize English isn't your first language, right?” He tried to get you to look at him, but it didn't work. “Everyone in this work has difficulties when it comes to other languages. You don't have to feel bad because it's happening to you.”

“Does it happen to you?” Your shy eyes met his.

“Not really.” He answered with a hint of a cocky smile.

“See?”

“Well, I didn't say anything about me, you were the one who asked. Besides, I'm trying to be more sociable.” His comment made you chuckle slightly, but that chuckle became a laugh when you repeated what he said in your mind. “You are really funny, do you know that?”

“A-Am I?” The way you were looking at him, with a tired, yet cute, expression and a little smile, made his heart skip a beat.

“Yeah…”

“Well, I can also be of great help at work. Let me help you with the files.”

“It's not necessary.”

“It is. You need to rest, so let me get started while you go to the machine for something to eat. A little help never hurts.” He whispered, already taking the documents.

“Fine.”

A few minutes later you returned with an open package of cookies. You stopped for a moment, admiring the furrowed eyebrows of the genius boy who was reading the files with a lot of attention. Then you realized how fortunate you were for having coworkers like him. Or maybe was he himself the one who was so amazing that you would never get tired of working with him.

“Agent. Can I talk with you for a second?” Hotch's voice welcomed you the next morning.

Spencer's view followed your figure to the boss’ office and that didn't go unnoticed by his best friend.

“Pretty boy had fun yesterday?” Derek teased.

“What?”

“You know… Penelope said that last night Hotch wasn't the only one who left work late. You and our new colleague had a date at work?” His strong arm embraced the other's shoulders.

“N-No! I thought we were the only ones… No! Nothing happened!” Spencer struggled to say.

“Reid, can we talk?” Your voice made him turn around. He just hoped you weren't angry.

“What is it? Is everything alright?” He asked when both of you walked into an empty hallway.

“Actually, yes. Apparently Hotch received a request from the team's genius profiler to work with me on my paperwork days. So, you are having trouble concentrating on the files because of some headaches and need someone to work with?” As you spoke your tone of voice slowly reflected, with a mocking tone, that you knew perfectly well why Spencer had spoken to Hotch.

“Am… Yeah. Headaches are the worst.” He whispered looking to the floor.

“Thanks, Spence.” You said with sincere gratitude. Spencer looked at you again and felt a weight lift off his shoulders when he realized that you weren't mad at him.

“Sure. Whatever you need, I'm here for you… as coworkers, of course!” His voice got a little higher when he clarified immediately.

You were about to walk past him to return with the others, but then he spoke again. “Do you think maybe we can go and have coffee on a free day? I mean, I can help you with the words that are difficult for you. And, actually, I was thinking that I might need help with your language too. We can help each other, you know?” He gulped.

“Sure. A little help never hurts.” You smiled and walked away hiding a smile while Spencer was left alone, standing in the middle of the hallway, unable to believe that he had just asked you out. “Hotch is gonna kill me if he finds out…”

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Light | Aaron Hotchner

summary: since a few days ago, you have been distracted. Something about the holidays and Christmas is triggering to you. Apparently, the team doesn't notice this, but your boss, of course, does. He is troubled, but when you say that you are sick on Christmas Eve, right before dinner, he is ready to go with you and keep you company. He also appears with a small gift that can cheer you up.

genre: angst, hurt, comfort.

pairing: Aaron Hotchner x bau!gn!reader

warning: holidays and Christmas being a nostalgic/sad holiday to reader, mention of reader not being from Virginia, family issues (reader), reader is new member of the team, allusion of an age gap (not specific), reader being called "kid" two or three times.

a/n: so... maybe I projected myself a bit into this fic. I hope whoever feels like the main character feels some comfort and understanding here. I'm sorry if there's anything wrong with the writing, I haven't edited yet, but I wanted it posted before Christmas (it's 11pm in my country). English isn't my first language, please be kind <3. Merry Christmas reader, thank you for being here one more year! I'm proud of you.

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Christmas isn't what it was a few years ago, but neither was your family. When you decided to move to Virginia, far from home, it was hard for you because despite having a broken family, the feeling of wanting to fix everything for everyone was still there. The holidays, especially Christmas, brought back memories of when everything was fine —or so it seemed—.

The dynamic of the team was like a family, but as the newest member —and one of the youngest— it was hard to feel completely into it. However, you didn't feel as isolated as you did at first. So, they didn't notice how nostalgic and sad your aura was the days before.

Oh, but Aaron, your boss, did.

It started the day that some workmates decorated the office with a mini Christmas tree, lights and bows. Everyone was heading home, except him, as usual. The paper work ended so the stoic man was closing the door of his office when he noticed the way you were standing in front of the tree, almost giving him your back. He could see half of the profile he caught himself admiring often. The lights were reflected in the sad look similar to that of a child hoping to obtain something impossible.

“Why are you still here?” He asked, not scolding, but rather with curiosity.

“Oh, good night Hotch. I was finishing some paperwork.” Your expression showed that you had come out of a trance.

“Are you done?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Maybe we can walk to our cars together.”

“Sure.”

He didn't try to make small talk. The feeling of tiredness was in the air, but he also felt that he shouldn't try to break down any kind of personal barrier that you had at that moment. Because despite showing a friendly smile, it was obvious that your mind was somewhere else.

Then, a few days later, you were distracted by something peculiar.

“Hey, are you okay?” Derek asked when he noticed that you weren't listening to his theories. Hotch was talking to a police officer, but he was looking at the way your workmate and you were analyzing the crime scene. “Are you cold?” His teasing smile made you chuckle slightly.

“Yeah. I still haven't gotten used to the weather, sorry.” The lie went unnoticed by your colleague. They were profilers, but you were one too, so it was kind of easy to fake certain things. It wasn't right, but at that time of the year you just wanted to survive. Besides, you couldn't tell them anything, not because you didn't trust them, but because it was too much to handle.

Across the street, Aaron looked in the direction you were looking before Derek spoke to you. It was a park a few blocks away. There was an ice rink, giant decorations, and lots of families gathered around. What could that place have to distract you so much?

There were many other occasions like that. The last time was on Christmas Eve. Months ago, Penelope had decided to buy an instant camera to take photos of the team inside and outside of work, when they had days off.

“Here it is, my beautiful fellas!” The blonde said excitedly. “Your handmade Christmas gift!”

She made all of you sit around the table, so she could put in the center the sparkling red notebook, with silver letters. 'Memories at the BAU' could be read.

“Garcia! It's so beautiful!” Emily said, smiling. Derek hugged his friend in appreciation and JJ got closer to Emily so she could see better.

“Look at that. Always a great time for pasta.” Rossi joked looking at one of the pictures where he could be seen making pasta for dinner after a heavy case.

“Always looking good.” Derek said pointing at a picture of him posing with one of the plushies García had at her office.

“Look at us! But why do you look so sad?” JJ joked looking at a group photo. You could be seen at the back with a forced smile.

“I was a little tired, sorry.” You answered, but the reality was that you had received some messages from your family minutes before that photo was taken.

“Hey, why did you take a photo of me taking a nap?” The confused tone in Spencer's voice made you laugh a little, but Aaron noticed the way your eyes didn't light up.

“Does anyone know where our newest member is?” Derek asked, smiling. He can't help but remember the way Emily, JJ and he teased you before. You started to get late to a few compromises —it happened at work once or twice—, but your boss didn't scold you like he would scold anyone else on the team. “He has a soft spot for someone.” Derek playfully twitched that time, thinking the bags under your eyes weren't caused by anything but work —he was wrong—.

“The kid just sent a message to the group chat.” Rossi announced.

“Sick?” Penelope showed her worry, reading your message.

Aaron felt a weird pinch on the chest. He immediately got even more worried than everyone in Rossi's house, even if his face just tensed a little bit more than usual. In his mind he debated whether to go with you to make sure you were okay, even though it might be intrusive.

Maybe you needed space….

Or maybe there was something else you weren't telling them, just like he noticed before.

“Am… I think I'm a little bit sick too.” He whispered after a while.

“What? We are about to eat dinner.” Emily said a little sad. She was worried about the team's health now that Aaron and you were sick.

“I'll be fine. I'm going to take some food with me in case I get hungry later." His movements were a little fast, as if in a hurry.

“Are you sure you don't need a medic, Aaron?” His old friend said and the boss could sense a little teasing in his tone.

“I'm good, I just need to go right now. I'll see you tomorrow. Everyone, please be safe.” The team could sense sincerity in those words when he gave them one last look, after he took the food, his jacket and his keys, and before stepping out of the house.

“Kid is gonna have some company.” Derek teased and everyone, including Reid, smiled knowing what was going on.

Both of you were surprised when you opened the door. He didn't expect to see you with red puffy eyes and nose, and you didn't expect him there, in front of your house, holding some tuppers with food and something else tangled in his arms.

“Hotch?” Your furrowed eyebrows and tilted head made his chest feel warm. You looked confused and also cute. He felt a little bad to think like that when something was wrong with you.

“I needed to make sure you were okay.” That's all he said.

“Oh… Am… I'm just a little…”

“Sick? I don't think so. You have been acting weird, and Christmas has something to do with that. I know because apparently it triggers something that makes you… sad.” His voice was soft. It felt like he didn't want to expose you, but he needed to show how much he knew about the situation. “I don't think you actually fool them. At least, not now. Maybe in the beginning, but that wasn't my case.” But you did feel exposed, even a little ashamed. The lack of movement told Hotch that you were uncomfortable. “I'm sorry…”

“It's okay. I guess it's impossible to fool S.S.A. Aaron Hotchner.” You showed a sad smile, it was more like a grin. “Wait, what about Jack?”

“He's with his aunt. They were on a trip I couldn't join because of obvious reasons. I guess we can keep each other company.” Little by little he had begun to show a smile that was contagious to you.

“Sure.”

When he walked in he noticed the lack of decorations on the surroundings. There was just a small tree at the back of a hall. It had a start at the top and had some lights and spheres. That was it.

“I'm sorry if I'm being intrusive, but can I ask what's wrong?” he asked when you started to help him to put the food on two plates.

You sighted thinking about all the things you needed to explain so you could give him an answer. “It's complicated. I don't know if I wanna talk about that.”

“That's okay. Then, can you tell me how you are feeling?”

You smiled, knowing he changed the question so as not to make you feel uncomfortable, while still keeping in mind the fact that he needed to know how you were feeling. “Everything brings memories. I'm supposed to be with my family, but what family?” I asked, sitting next to him in the kitchen. “Sometimes I wish things were like before, like having a time machine and just going there: where everyone was. Now I know how heavy the family issues were, but I was a kid so at least I was living in a lie… a good lie.”

“I know family is complicated. There's people who hurt other people, and that's not right, but there's too much.”

“Exactly…”

“But you have a family here too, now.” He whispered. And the way he looked at you made you feel like you weren't alone, at least not how you have thought.

“That's why I bring Rossi's lasagna with me. He's gonna be sad if you don't get to try it.”

Dinner was good. Of course you loved Rossi's cooking, but you came to the conclusion that it was because of the company of your boss. He helped a lot by distracting you, chatting about Jack, some plans outside of work and various things. After a few hours you couldn't handle your curiosity anymore.

“Hotch, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?” Apparently, your question took him by surprise, perhaps it was the tone in which you spoke to him, almost tenderly.

“What is that?” You pointed at what he left coiled up on the armrest of one of the sofas in your living room. It looked like a silver wire with transparent stuff on it.

“These are Jack's favorite lights. We bought it a few years ago. He loved them until we bought a set of identical, larger lights. Do you want to see?”

“Yes!” Your childish tone made him smile.

He untangled the lights and plugged them into the nearest socket, quickly his hands and the place where the lights rested shone brightly.

“Wow…” It was almost a whisper, but Aaron enjoyed the answer as if it was a shout of joy. “These are beautiful.”

“I knew you liked the lights.”

“Huh? Oh! You mean the night when you caught me staring at the…”

“Yeah.”

“Well, yeah, I liked lights. I think I've always liked them, but at some point the feeling became sad."

“They are for you.”

“No, but, Jack…”

“Like I said, he has new ones, so, there's no problem. He will love that you have them.”

“Can you help me to…” You hesitated.

“Sure. Let's go, where do you want them?”

A fun playlist invaded your house. While Hotch held a ladder and watched your back to see if you lost your balance, you placed the string of lights in the living room window.

“Can you turn them on?” You asked him gently. The decorated window came to life as did your eyes and Aaron couldn't feel calmer as he admired your excited countenance.

“I'm glad you liked them.”

Suddenly, cries of excitement were heard from neighboring houses and some Christmas songs began to play from the speakers of nearby restaurants even louder.

“Merry Christmas, Hotch.” You said when you came down from the ladder. The man who came to brighten your night didn't think that seeing your expression would fill his chest with warmth.

“Merry Christmas, kid.”

You definitely didn't know or would have imagined that the man who watched your back at work was what you needed to feel better. He brought the light you needed for days.

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Don't shut up | Spencer Reid

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.

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Warmth | Aaron Hotchner

summary: Your period arrived, and you are feeling like shit, but that doesn't mean you won't go to work. Your body is pleading to rest, but you are stubborn, so you act like you are fine. However, Hotch is there to take care of you.

genre: comfort pairing: Aaron Hotchner x bau!fem!reader warnings: cramps and physical discomfort caused by menstruation, fainting.

a/n: maybe is not a good one, but I'm on my period, so let me be delulu. English is not my first language, please be kind <3.

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When your lower back started to hurt, days prior, you knew what day of the month was getting closer. You prepare yourself, however that morning your body felt heavy, almost numb.

Walking out of bed, going to the bathroom, showering and dressing up were difficult tasks. The morning didn't go any better. You had problems with your car, the traffic was hell, and when you arrived at Quantico, fifteen minutes late, your ID wasn't in your wallet. You had to walk back to your car and go up to the floor where you worked five minutes later.

“Did you have cardio yesterday? Is that the reason why you are so late?” Derek asked, teasing, but you were not in the mood to joke with your best friend.

"Maybe I just took too long to hide the body of the rat that was bothering me last night, do you want me to show you what I did with it?" I asked, finally sitting on the chair to rest my lower back. My belly was hurting a lot.

“Uh.” Emily said and chuckled when she saw Derek's surprised expression.

“Maybe not the time.” The dark skinned whisper.

“Definitely not.” I answered. “Did Hotch…” I started, turning to JJ.

“Don't worry. He has been inside his office since we arrived. I don't think he noticed."

A few minutes later, I was leaning towards the files I had on my desk, not because I couldn't see, but because I needed to feel something warm towards my belly. My hands weren't enough, but it was all I had.

“Take this.” Spencer said, handing me some pain killers.

“Thanks, but last time I tried, they didn't work."

“Try again.” Emily said softly, understanding what was happening. “If you don't feel good, tell us.”

“Thanks, but seriously, I'm fine.”

That wasn't true though. Thank God we had just file day, because I wouldn't be able to fly in that condition. But at least I would have the opportunity to sleep a little thereby.

I needed something warm. So I stood up and walked to the mini cafeteria, where there was a coffee machine, with tea bags on the side and snacks. My tea was already prepared, I only wanted to grab a chocolate bar, but the cramps hit me, making the cup of tea almost fall from my hands.

“Hey, hey. Easy there.” That calm and velvety voice made me realise the man who I liked was now next to me, helping me by taking the cup and steadying myself with his other hand.

“Sorry, boss.” I whispered.

“What happened? Are you sick?”

“Kinda… I'm just not feeling good. You know, that day of the month.” I answered, still trying to breathe, feeling a tear of cold sweat slide down my back.

“It's okay. You need to rest. Go home.” He said with a firm, yet soft tone of voice. The team was always saying he only used that tone with me.

“I'm fine, seriously.”

I could see in his eyes that he was not convinced. “Okay, but let me know if you need something. Don't think I didn't notice that you arrived late.”

“I'm really sorry. That won't happen again.” My cheeks were probably burning, and I didn't know if it was because of my period, or the embarrassment.

“What I'm trying to say is that I know that you are not feeling good, and I will understand if you need to go back home.” He reassured me, lightly caressing the arm that still held me.

“Thanks.” I whisper.

“Here. Take this.” He handed me a warm compress that he took out of the microwave after heating it for a few minutes.

The tea and compress helped a lot, however, the painkiller didn't work. I felt like I was about to faint. The noises of our workmates, the weather, and even poor JJ's breathing was stressing me out. A break was what I needed, but I wouldn't be able to take one, so instead, I went to the bathroom. I didn't know Hotch was observing me from his seat, through the office window.

In the bathroom things weren't better. My forehead was covered in sweat, my throat felt dry and my legs and arm were about to give up. All of that was reflected on the mirror in front of me.

Someone knocked.

I opened the door and then my vision turned black. Next I remember strong arms embracing me on the floor. “That's it. I'm taking you home.” He said.

“I'm…” I tried to talk.

“No, you are not fine. Sometimes you need to hear your body and rest.” He explained gently, moving my hair out of my face. “You are going to drink water. I'm going to get your stuff and I'll take you home.” It was obvious there was no room for discussion.

“Got it, boss.” I whispered, letting myself smile on his chest. It wasn't a surprise how excited I was because he was taking care of me, even if I was feeling like shit. He was the warmth I needed.

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Together pt. 2 | Neteyam Sully

summary: [pt 2 of anon request] Neteyam and you are scared about telling the families about the pregnancy. You are the Tsakarem, so what if you are a disappointment for the clan and, especially, your parents? Your relationship with Neteyam is getting more intimate, but the pregnancy at your age (or any age) was not easy. Your physical symptoms are getting worse. Neteyam doesn't know what to do, so he breaks down with his sister, and later with his family.

genre: angst, hurt/comfort pairing: Neteyam Sully x fem!metkayina!reader warnings: Characters are age up (18 years old), so I changed Neteyam’s age, allusion to sex, but no smut, mention of young adult/teenage pregnancy (no romanization). Reader pukes once (not an explicit description). Neteyam and reader have an emotional breakdown (separately). Cute momments of Neteyam and reader with their respective siblings. Mention of relationship with food once (as a pregnant woman). Use of "y/n".

a/n: Second and last part here! I'm sorry for the delay again. I have so many ideas to write, and Avatar season is coming (december), so I hope that with my vacations, I can write more! I hope you enjoy this! (I'm sorry if I changed some things, anon </3, but I got excited). English is not my first language, so please be kind <3.

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Neteyam and you had a plan now. You wanted to do things right. Neteyam told you he would talk with his parents, he would ask for permission with the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahìk. He would court you, he wanted to. You just had to wait a little. But you were scared. You didn’t want to be a disappointment for your clan or your family. What would people say? At the end of the day, you were the Tsakarem.

“Beautiful net.” Your mother admired your work. “Good job, Tsireya. Ao'nung! Pay attention to your work.” She scolded.

“He's looking at his future mate.” Tsireya teased because, yes, your brother was looking at the distance to an attractive na'vi.

“It's good that you are already into finding a mate.”

“Mom! It's not like that.” He said, his cheeks turning purple.

“I said it's okay, but you must concentrate on your work too. You are the future Olo'eyktan. You can't forget that.”

Your hands started to shake a little. What would they say about the pregnancy? What would they think about your irresponsibility? Oh, there was that awful feeling again.

“I need some air.” You said before heading out of the marui where you were working.

Neteyam was sitting down at the sand with Tuk and Kiri at his side. He was admiring how his little sister was feeding the ilu, but suddenly he saw your figure running to the woods, away from all the people who were doing their daily chores. The worry was aching his chest, and it didn't help when he found you with your hands resting on your knees while you were vomiting.

“Oh, great Eywa…” You kept throwing up, so he decided to hold your hair and rub your back with gentleness. “Let it out, it’s okay. I'm here.”

And like that time, there were a million times during the next few days. Your body hurt, you felt tired. What you hated the most was your relationship with the food, sometimes it was your best friend (and you needed more), but other times it was your worst enemy. All these symptoms would lead Neteyam to help you. That way you knew each other more and started to fall in love.

“Sorry, Teyam. I seriously want to eat, but it looks disgusting.” When you said that you noticed his hurt expression. He had chosen special food for you and, when you two got away from the community meal, you hid together in the wood to eat. “Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.”

“I know.” He left a sweet kiss on your forehead. “But I'm worried about you. Are you eating properly? You both need to eat.”

“I'm taking good care of us, but it would be so much easier if we tell our families.”

“So you think you’re ready? Do you want us to put the plan into action?”

“Are you ready?”

He sighted, leaving the wooden full plaate on the ground. “Can I be honest with you?” You nodded, a little worried inside. “I'm not sure if I'm already, but what I know is that I don't want to make things more complicated for you and the baby. You need your family, I need mine. And It would be easier for both if we get some help. Sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough, you know?”

“Teyam, you are doing everything you can and more.” I stroked his cheek. “Don't you see? You are helping me a lot by bringing us food, looking for us when you know I'm doing my chores, but the most important thing is that you are here by my side.” I got close to his face and rubbed his nose with mine in an intimate motion. “We are together in this, right?”

“Yeah, together.” He gave you a shy smile before kissing you with love.

“The clothes won't hide the baby for too much longer.” You joked, and both of you looked at the long shawl that covered your body from shoulders to thighs.

The conversation you had helped a lot, but, of course, both of you still had insecurities. Neteyam was fearing not being enough for you and your baby, and what would happen if Neytiri and Jake refused to support them? Would Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk tough that he was not a good big brother anymore? And you were scared about being a disappointment and a bad mother. You knew your parents loved you, and your siblings would not leave you alone, but what if the whole situation was an embarrassment for your family?

Your plan was to talk with each other's family after the next mating ceremony. You decided you didn't want to redirect the attention to you when members of your clan were expecting to have the best celebration. But your head was still messing with you, and your discomfort and insomnia weren't helping.

“Sister? Are you okay?” Ao'nung asked worriedly, in the middle of the night, when he heard a little cry. You tried not to be loud, but he was sleeping next to you, on his own mattress.

“Sorry. Go back to sleep.” You hoped that was enough, but your little brother stood up slowly and got close to you.

“What's wrong?” He asked softly. “Are you feeling sick? Do you want me to wake up mom and dad?”

“No.” Your response confused Ao’nung. “They can't know. They will be upset if they know.”

“You are freaking me out.”

“Just go back to sleep.”

“What's wrong?” Eywa, you woke up your sister too.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep.” You covered yourself with a soft fabric.

“We are not leaving you like this. You are crying.”

As Tsireya spoke, you sat up and looked around you. The moonlight was illuminating the outside of your family's marui, and inside the only thing you could hear was the sleeping sounds of your parents.

“Let's go outside.” You said.

Your siblings sat on the sand while you sat on top of a rock, next to the sea, the place where you felt safe. Tsireya and Ao'nung looked at your puffy eyes and shared a glance.

“You have been acting weird.” Your brother spoke. “We noticed, and I think mom and dad noticed too.

“We are worried about you, sister.”

You had to take a deep breath before speaking. “I'm not supposed to say anything yet, so please, don’t tell our parents…” They nodded. “A few weeks ago, when Lo'ak had the accident outside the reef, Neteyam and I talked in the woods, and… well, we spent the night.”

Your sister looked at you confused, then, when she realised what that meant, she covered her mouth. On the other side, Ao'nung furrowed his eyebrows and stood up immediately.

“What are you talking about?” He almost yelled. “That outcast? Who is he to come and do that to my sister?” He spat, clearly upset.

“Ao'nung, everything was consensual. I'm not a little kid.”

“Still, you haven't even court. You didn't make tsaheylu, did you?”

“No, but…” You looked down, ashamed. “I'm pregnant.”

Ao'nung tilted his head in a resigned gesture. “I'm going to kill him.” The fury he was feeling was reflected in his tone of voice.

Before he could walk to the Sullys marui, you grabbed his arm. “Stop it. Please. We already talked. He's taking care of us and we have a plan. Is just that there is too much pressure.” you said, starting to cry again. Tsireya hugged you. “We need time, please.”

Tsireya helped you to calm your brother down, while in Neteyam's marui, there was another argument.

“We noticed you have been sneaking out of the communal meal. At nights too. It all started the night Lo'ak was outside the reef, right?” Jake asked. The argument started when Neteyam talked to Lo'ak in a mean way, which was unusual. He was a little better after talking to you that night, but the anxiety returned, and that put him in a bad mood.

“I don't know what you are talking about.” He answered, looking away.

“Neteyam, I noticed that too.” Neytiri said. Her oldest son was a little surprised by that. “What's wrong?” Her tone was sweet, but Neteyam couldn't take the pitiful and worried looks he was receiving from their family, even little Tuk.

“Nothing is wrong, okay?” He tried to walk to the exit, but his father stopped him. “Dad, please. I'm just stressed over… over everything. I need air.” His dad let him go, but Lo'ak and Kiri followed his brother to the woods. “Kiri, please. I need space.” He said, without stopping.

“I know. I'm sorry, but something is happening with you. Is it y/n?”

It was a simple question, but it made Neteyam snap. “Yes, it is her. It's actually me and her. I messed up, and now she's pregnant. We don't know what to do, and I'm trying to protect them, but it is…” His shaky voice worried them. Neteyam couldn't finish his sentence, but he sat on the ground. A few tears slid on his cheeks.

“She's pregnant?” Kiri asked, completely surprised.

“What the fuck, dude?” Lo'ak said, looking at his brother.

“I know.” He sniffed his nose. “But we have a plan…”

“Well, I hope it is a good plan.” Kiri whispered, comforting her brother with strokes in his hair.

“And if something happens, we are here, bro.”

“Thanks, guys.”

They sat there with their brother. The silence embraced them, and that helped Neteyam to relax. At the end, that night a little bit of weight was off of your shoulders.

Both families were reunited at the Olo’eyktan and Tsahìk's house. Neteyam was feeling dizzy because he was nervous, but you holding his hand helped a lot. Jake and Neytiri were there and after a whole explanation of why Neteyam wanted to court you, they agreed to talk with your family to ask for permission to court you.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, son of Toruk Makto, what's the reason you ask for this reunion?” Tonowari asked, even though he was already imagining the answer after looking at your intertwined fingers.

“Olo’eyktan, Tsahik, Ao'nung, Tsireya, Y/n” Neteyam started. “First I want to say that I'm really grateful to you for letting my family stay here. I have a big respect for you.” He swallowed hard. “Here, even with some difficulties, I have found amazing na'vi who are kind to us, and one of them is Y/n. She's been training and exploring with us. She's amazing, intelligent and beautiful. She has so many qualities and I'm sure she will be a good Tsahik when the time comes.” He sighted. “In the time I've known her, I've found myself wanting to spend more time with her, learning from her and talking to her. I have found in her something so beautiful that I want to know better. That's why I want to ask for permission to court her.” He finally said.

Your siblings were excited (even if Ao'nung looked a little stoic), and the Sullys kids seemed nervous about your parent's answer. Jake and Neytiri waited in silence, expecting. Tonowoari and Ronal looked at each other just as Neteyam and you did the same.

“What do you have to offer to our daughter and the clan?” Ronal asked. You smiled at Neteyam to comfort him because you knew your mother was not being rude. She was just being a mother and a leader.

“I was one of the best warriors of the omatikaya clan and I can be one here if you let me. I can train even harder than I am already. I can cook and go fishing with the clan members. I'm the best with my bow and arrows. I already know about the way of water, but I'm ready to prepare myself better if you think I need to.” He answered, hiding his nervousness.

Your mother looked satisfied with his answer, but your dad talked before she could.

“Those are great qualities and we can see you are willing to improve, but may I ask you a question, boy?” He asked. Neteyam nodded. “Don't you feel this is a little sudden?”

Neteyam and you froze for a second. He looked at you, but you squeezed his hand, asking for his silence.

“I know it can look like it. It may seem like we are not close, but we are." He looked at you and, to your surprise, he had teary eyes. “We are so close that I feel there is something that unites us deeply.” You felt your own eyes teary. “And she knows how much I want to be with her to see that 'something' grow.”

You let a few tears slide down your cheeks. Your parents looked surprised and Jake and Neytiri were looking at you both with pure cuteness.

“Then you have your answer. You have our permission to court our oldest daughter.” Tonowari said, standing up and extending his huge hand. Neteyam and he shook hands. “All we are asking is to respect her. If you do something, don't forget I have eyes everywhere.” Tonowari said, half joking, half serious.

“And I can borrow a gun from your dad if my spear is not enough.” Ronal added.

“Mom!” You said, surprised.

“What? He needs to know.”

Weeks passed lovely. Everyone in the village knew that the mighty omatikaya warrior was courting the great Tsakarem. You had meals together, you walked around the village in your shift, to be sure everything and everyone was okay, you went fishing and training together (more often than before), and, of course, you had night dates.

Your round belly was a little more noticeable, so you knew it was time to announce your little secret. And the timing was good (at least, you thought so) because that night was the mate ceremony of a beautiful young couple.

The ceremony went as expected. Everyone in the village was present with their best clothes. Your family was next to the new mates, and you were listening to your father's words. Suddenly, you felt a little dizzy. That got you confused because you were sure you were enough that day. Thanks Eywa it was just for a moment, and by the time the celebration with music, dance and songs started, you were much better.

Neteyam was sitting next to you, observing the metkayina dancing. You were holding hands, enjoying being together there.

“We are gonna talk with them tomorrow morning.” Neteyam whispered.

“Yes. I'm trying to memorize my speech so mother doesn't kill me.” I answered, biting my lips.

“You are not alone in this. Okay?”

“I know… and I know I'm not the only one nervous. I'm sorry if it looks like I don't care about your feelings.”

“It's not that.” He gave me a little smile. “I just want to be sure that you know I'm here.” He looked around and then kissed my cheek. “Do you want to dance, beautiful Tsakarem?”

“Of course, mighty warrior.” I answered, teasing.

We walked to the side of the “dance floor”. We joined a few na'vi who were known for being amazing fishers. We had a fun time with the drums playing. But then, just as I felt before, I got dizzy. This time, I fell to the floor.

I got lost for a moment. My head hurt, my view went black, then blurry and black again. I felt Neteyam picking me up, and I heard Jake Sully's voice. My mother touched my forehead and ordered Neteyam to take me to the healing marui.

When I recovered full consciousness, I was lying on a mat. Mother was doing the healing ritual, while Tsireya helped her and my brother and dad were looking at everything from a corner, giving them space to work. My mom started on my head, following my braids until she reached my shoulders, then my chest and then… my abdomen. I didn't have my shawl. I flinched almost immediately.

“What is it? You seem a little swollen. Did you eat anything that maybe was bad for your stomach?” She continued to touch some parts of my abdomen. I panicked. I didn’t know what to do, so I looked around and found Neteyam standing next to the entrance. He was staring at me, knowing it was over. “If it hurts…” Then silence. Everything stopped. My dad was getting anxious, thinking something bad happened. My brother and sister were expecting a reaction.

“What's wrong, yawne?” My dad asked, stepping closer.

Mom looked at me surprised, but she fastly returned to her stoic, almost angry expression. I swallowed hard. She finished the healin and stood up to walk in circles.

“Why didn't you tell us?” She asked, but I was too afraid to answer.

“I'm sorry.” I said, instead.

“Ronal, what are you talking about?” my dad's stare looked at mom, tben at me, and at mom again. I felt my heart crushing.

“Dad… I'm pregnant.” I whispered, but everyone in the marui heard me.

My dad looked at me in disbelief. “What? “How-” but it hit him. He looked at the entrance and walked angrily Neteyam. “I told you to respect my daughter.”

Neteyam stepped back instinctively. My dad just towered him. I sat down, and Tsireya stopped me from standing up. Then Jake and Neytiri, who were waiting outside, got closer. “Tonowari, what's wrong?” Jake asked.

“Your son is expecting a child with our daughter.” My mom answered, and my dad just scoffed, turning around to look at me.

“Dad, I'm so sorry.” I said, feeling like I didn't have air.

He kneeled next to me, took my hands and looked at me worried. “Why didn't you come to us?”

“I didn't want to disappoint you.”

He closed his eyes and sighted. Neytiri, who was covering her mouth, talked to her son. “How long ago?”

“One month.” He anwer, feeling the burning stare his dad was giving him.

“Is this why you asked us to court her?” My mom said, angry.

“No!” Neteam said. “I mean… we made the decision to be together because we couldn't do this alone, but it wasn't the only reason.” He said, walking a little close to me and my dad, but he hissed, warning my future mate to stop.

“Dad, please. This is on me too. No one forced me to do anything. I actually thought I was about to do this alone, but when I talked to him, he told me he wasn't going to let me do this on my own.” I explained.

My dad stood up and walked to my mom. My siblings sat next to me, and Neteyam took my hand. We knew they were upset, but at least we didn't have to hide anymore.

“My son is gonna take responsibility for this.” Jake said.

“Of course I'm going to.” Neteyam answered, kissing my hand. “I loved here beforee this, and I know this wasn't the correct way to do it, but I want to make this right. Please, Olo’eyktan, Tsahìk.”

“What hurts me it's that you didn't trust us.” my mom said, finally looking at me again.

“It's not that, mom. I was afraid you and the Sullys were going to be against it.”

"Against it? Like he said, this was not the right way, but a child is a blessing of Eywa. Your child is going to be a great warrior and leader someday. And you, my first lovely child… you are never going to be a disappointment to us.” I felt the tears coming out, so she hugged me after Neteyam gave her space.

“Is this why you were so moody?” Jake asked. Neteyam couldn’t respond. He was too embarrassed to do it.

“He has been taking care of us.” I said, touching my belly. “I'm sure he hasn't been resting enough because of us.

“You will never be a burden to me, neither of you.” He answered, still a few steps away from me. Jake and Neytiti shared a glance.

“I'm sure you will be a great father, Neteyam.” His mother said, putting her hand on his head in an affectionate motion.

“Dad?” I spoke after I noticed he was the only one, with my siblings, who didn't say anything.

“It hurts me that you felt like that because I think that's on me.”

“No, it's not like that.” I clarified because I was starting to feel guilty. “You and mom have been the greatest example of parents that I could ever ask. I hope you want to be an example of a grandfather.” I whispered, hoping he would say yes.

“Of course.” He smiled, taking my hand again. “But Neteyam has to wait until your mating ceremony to be alone with you again.” He said, looking at the na'vi next to me. “And if you break that rule, I will make sure you don't eat any of your favorite meals for the whole next week, young lady.”

“Dad! You can't do that to a pregnant na'vi!”

“Mmm… I suppose you are right. But still, I'm going to keep an eye on you.”

“And I will help with that.” My brother said, smirking.

“So… you already know about my soon to be born nephew?” Lo'ak asked, arriving with Kiri and little Tuk. His sister smacked him at the head. “Auch!”

“You knew about this?” Jake asked, looking at his sons upset.

“Oh, shit.” the younger son whispered, knowing he fucked up.

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Together pt. 1 | Neteyam Sully

summary: [Request by Anon] Could you do a Neteyam x f!reader where she is the eldest child of Ronal and Tonowari? Being the eldest of two Olo’eyktan, they understand each other so much. One night, they confide in each other, Neteyam how he longs to come back to his home but can’t say anything as the perfect golden child and always have to watch out and take the blame for his siblings, even though he loves them more than anything. Reader confesses how much pressure and feels like a failure to her parents, and she is so deeply scared to death about her siblings that she loves more than anything. One thing leads to another, and they spend the night together (no smut, please). Comes the day after, and they do not speak to each other, so confused and refusing to acknowledge what happened. For fuck sake they are young and not mated. But Ewya has other plans for them and reader is pregnant. She tries to hide it especially from her parents as Neteyam and his family will probably be outcast and she will disappoint them so much.

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

pairing: Neteyam Sully x fem!metkayina!reader

warnings: characters are age up (18 years old), so I changed Neteyam’s age, allusion to sex, but NO SMUT, mention of young adult/teenage pregnancy (no romanization). Use of "y/n" maybe like three times.

a/n: my first request! And I took too long to write it (I'm sorry), that's why I have divided this in two parts. I have been a little stressed and feeling down, but I'm here. I hope anon and everyone enjoy this one. English is not my first language, please be kind <3.

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“Where were you?” Neytiri asked her eldest son.

“Yeah. What happened to ‘keep an eye on your brother’?” his dad followed.

“Sorry, sir.” That was all Neteyam could say, even though his own answer was physically hurting him.

All the time, 24/7, he had to take care of Lo'ak. Maybe he didn't have the pressure of being the next Olo’eyktan anymore, but now, in a whole new clan, he had to prove everyone he was the mighty warrior, son of Toruk Makto. But his siblings didn't help. He loved his family, but he hated the way he had to be a third parent, especially when his younger brother almost died (which was definitely not his fault).

After the incident with Lo'ak, Neteyam decided he needed a break, so he walked, and walked, and walked until he found a spot where he could hide enough time until he felt better.

He liked the depth of the island because it reminded him of his home. The metkayina were mostly on the shores of the Island, so there was almost always no one in the forest. That's why Neteyam thought he had no company in the woods. Surprisingly, when he was enjoying his time alone (still upset) he heard a slight ‘thump’. It sounded like someone threw something at one of the trees.

Unlike home, this forest was not as full of vines or places to hide, but the green leaves didn’t allow to see around him easily. He forgot to bring his bow, but he always carried his knife, so he got into a defensive position and slowly, sharpening his hearing, he waited to hear another sound.

“Damn it.” a voice said.

Neteyam got closer carefully. The moonlight snuck into the middle of the treetops straight towards the person who was keeping him company, so he finally saw you.

The first thing he noticed was your beautiful hair braided on top and decorated with shells and ocean rocks, not forgetting your hairpiece, the one who reflected your status among the people. He recognized the elegant pearls your top had and the songcord that was hanging gracefully from your loincloth.

What was unusual and a little confusing was seeing your upset and distressed expression, since whenever he observed you from afar he looked at the relaxed and kind expression you gave to your people. Not like he was looking at you all the time.

Yo started to walk in circles, murmuring things he couldn't listen to. Apparently, his trained capacity of moving smoothly was so good you didn't notice his presence. When you turned around you immediately hiss and show your long sharp nails in a defensive way. When you recognize him, you let out a tired sight.

“Neteyam, you scared me.”

“Y/n, I see you.” He did the sign showing respect. “Sorry about scaring you, that was not my intention.”

Even if both of you were formal, actually, you guys were pretty familiar with each other. Because, of course, as the oldest daughter of the Olo’eyktan, you were there helping the Sullys when they arrive to the village and most of the time, when you weren't training with your mother, you liked to trained with them or just have a good time with them and your siblings.

“You seem pretty upset.” Neteyam talked first.

“Well, you too.”

Nobody said anything because no one wanted to show vulnerability. A thin tension started to build until you decided to let your guard down a little. It wasn't that you didn't trust Neteyam, but you weren't used to showing people when something was wrong. On the other hand, Neteyam wasn't used to talking with others when he wasn't feeling well.

“It's just… it sucks, you know?” You said, sitting on top of a big rock.

“I know, it does.” Both of you chuckled. “If you need to talk with someone, it would be just between us.”

“I don't want to bother you, it's stupid.”

“If the future Tsahik is upset, it should be pretty serious.” He said with a teasing smirk. That made you smile a little bit.

After a little silence, you started. “First of all, I love my siblings with all my heart. I don't have anything against them and I don't know what I would do if something happens to them. I also love my parents, but sometimes mom and dad put so much pressure on us, especially me. I mean, sometimes I get it, I'm the future spiritual leader, but I'm their daughter too, you know?”

“Yeah, it's like they forget you are still a child who wants to go home too and suddenly you are the third parent.” You looked at him with worried eyes, knowing why he was saying that and feeling someone was finally understanding you. Neteyam was now sitting next to you.

“Ao'nung acts like the king already when he has a whole pad to follow until he becomes Olo’eyktan. He's mean to your siblings at the point he almost killed Lo'ak today.” You said, upset. “Sorry about that, by the way.”

“You don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault. That's the problem, it's not my fault either. Why do we have to take responsibility just because it involves our younger brothers? Lo'ak is old enough to know what is right and wrong, but I have to take responsibility for his skxawng ass.”

“They might really think we are the third parent. Apparently we are always with them and we can control everything they do.”

“Like if we were some kind of psychics.”

“What's a psychics?” You asked a little bit confused. Neteyam saw your cute face, trying to figure it out if that was a good thing.

“Sorry.” He laughed. “They are people who can see the future.”

“Oh.” You whispered. “Yeah, like if we were some kind of psychics!” You said, this time a little bit more upset. “Wait, isn’t Tsahik some kind of psychics?” You looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

Minutes passed and you started to talk about other things. It was magical how you two had so much in common and understood each other. Neteyam was so happy he could finally get close to you, well, closer than all the days and nights all of you (metkayina and omaticaya siblings) swam and trained together.

Under the moon, surrounded by beautiful plants, you lay on the ground and start joking. Like that, Neteyam looked more relaxed than you've ever seen him. Most of the time he was the “Mighty Warrior”, but you liked to see him like that, like his true self.

“You know you look handsome when you smile?” You said all of a sudden.

“What?” Neteyam thought he imagined your sweet voice saying that, just like in his dreams.

“Sorry.” You said a little embarrassed, sitting down.

“No, no. It's okay.” He smiled. “It's just… Nobody has ever told me something like that.” You two blushed. “You are beautiful, you know that?” You looked at him surprised. “Oh, c'mon, don't tell me it's the first time someone tells you this.”

“Boys always want to be close to me so they can court me in the future. They want an opportunity with the future Tsahik, not with the real me.”

“Well, they are stupid.”

Neteyam was sitting down already, so he took his time admiring your face closely.

“Don't do that, you are making me nervous.”

“Oh, you are always making me nervous, pretty lady.” You smiled. “Every time you are close my heart can't take it, it feels like I'm gonna faint.”

You began to get closer too, watching his lips with attention. You felt very nervous, but that didn't stop you from closing all distance and kissing him shyly and sweetly. Neteyam was surprised, but he couldn't deny he was waiting for this moment since the day you helped him with his breathing teaching, realising he liked you too much.

His hands rested on the sides of your jaw, deepening the kiss, while you played a little bit with his hair. That triggered something in Neteyam, making the kiss no longer sweet, but a little hungrier. You let out a surprised little noise. He guided you, leaving you lying on the floor again, with him on top of you.

“Can I…? You know we don't need to do this if you don't want to.”

“Please…” You whispered before he kissed you again.

The next day you flatly refused to talk to or even see Neteyam, because you were confused and angry with yourself. You weren't going to lie, you enjoyed every second of the night you spent with Neteyam. You felt comfortable, loved, and safe, but the problem was that you two weren't a couple and you weren't even courting. Your mother had always told you that the first time had to be special because Eywa was the one who unites all mates and your father had assured you that you should not give yourself body and soul to someone unless you truly loved each other because, otherwise, you could get hurt.

“I'm stupid, I'm so so so stupid.” You scolded yourself alone after Neteyam greeted you from across the beach while he was fishing with his father, and you walked away completely ignoring him.

Neteyam was so happy when you two woke up that morning and greeted each other with a smile. But when you got away every time he tried to talk to you, he realised maybe something bad happened.

“I hope you don't think we didn't notice you were not in the marui last night.” His father scolded again, when they were preparing their knives.

He told him he had fallen asleep by accident while searching for beads for his mother, like the first time he arrived in the morning when the only one awake was his dad.

All day and night he felt bad about what happened with you. He thought about it a lot and came to the conclusion that maybe, even if it was the best thing that happened to him in his short life, it was a mistake not to have done things right with you. He should have asked your parents for permission, he should have courted you and given you gifts until you said yes. And now he messed up.

Three weeks passed in which you filled yourself with tasks to avoid going out with your siblings and the Sullys. You felt bad. You missed singing with Tsireya, hunting with Ao'nung, walking to the shore with Rotxo, joking with Lo'ak, swimming with Kiri and feeding ilus with little Tuk, but what you missed the most was Neteyam’s warm company. Still, you refused to approach them fearing that Neteyam would try to talk about what happened that night and that the others would notice that something was wrong.

“Aren't you gonna eat your breakfast, little fish?” Your father asked.

“I'm okay, I need to go to the shore. The best shells are usually hidden deep in the sand, so I prefer to look now so as not to miss the daylight."

“But, we don't need too many shells.” Tsireya said, helping her mother with the sleep mats.

“We might not need too many, but we need the best for our clothes for the mating ceremony of Ae'k and Payu next week.”

You lied, so you didn't have to accept the fact that the food smelled bad for you. You didn't want to offend your parents, who spend so much time cooking together, especially when you were the only one who seemed to have that issue. When you were out of the marui, your little sister caught up to you before you got any further.

“Wait, sister. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, why?”

“I don't know. You seem distant since a couple of weeks ago, even Ao'nung noticed. You don't have time to hang up or train with us, but I was hoping you weren't mad at us. The Sullys asked us what we did to you.

“Oh, Reya, I'm so sorry. I'm not mad or something like that, I just have a lot of responsibilities lately, but as soon as I have time I'll go with you guys, okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled, still a little worried.

Neteyam saw you on the beach, searching for something in the sand. He considered approaching you, but decided he didn't want to bother you.

“What's happening between the two of you?” Kiri asked after a few minutes where Neteyam would peek at your direction every so often.

“What? What are you talking about?” Neteyam asked, clearly avoiding the topic.

“Come on. At first I thought Ao'nung and Tsireya did something to make her mad, like Lo'ak and Tuk, but I can see the way you want to talk to her and she's… basically ignoring you.”

Kiri's words hurt him a little, but he knew she was right. He hesitated. He didn't want to talk about what happened, he felt somehow he was disrespecting your privacy, but he couldn't take it anymore.

“Sorry, Kiri. I have to talk with her.”

He decided he had to talk to you since her sister noticed something was wrong. Now it was just her, but it was a matter of time until the other ones noticed.

Neteyam walked to your figure kneeling on the sand. You were so invested with your shell searching that you didn't notice him approaching.

“Y/n, can we talk?” He asked not wanting his voice to tremble.

“I am kind of busy right now. Sorry, Neteyam.” The tone of voice you used wasn't rude, but a little bit cold.

“Please, we need to talk about what happened that night.”

“Nothing happened that night.” You answered, stopping your movements, but not looking up at him.

“Really? Nothing happened?” He asked, now hurt.

You sighted tired and frustrated. You weren't feeling good, but that wasn't an excuse to hurt him. “Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just… it's complicated and now I don't feel like talking.” You answered, standing up. When you were on your feet, you trembled a little, noticing the way your vision got blurry.

“Wow, are you okay?” Neteyam asked, worried, holding you by the elbows to keep you from falling. When you looked at his beautiful golden eyes you almost gave up. Somehow you felt the need to take refuge in his arms.

“I'm fine. Thank you.” Like that you walked to the marui where the clan kept the materials needed to make clothes. Fortunately, it was empty.

“Please. It's okay if you feel uncomfortable, it's completely understandable. But we can't avoid the topic forever.” He said, unaware of how your world started spinning. You kneeled on a mat, distracting yourself by organising the shells in the right place. “We need to talk. Whenever you are ready, but, please. Kiri already noticed something.”

“Neteyam…” your view turned black for a moment and you didn't know how you ended up lying on the mat with Neteyam kneeling next to you, holding your head.

“Hey, hey. Y/n, please wake up. Open your eyes for me.”

“What happened?”

“I don't know. You fainted for a few seconds. Did you eat this morning?”

“Not really.” The light was hurting your eyes, so it was difficult to open your eyes completely.

“Damn it. Why? You can't be doing things like that. You need to eat, otherwise you are gonna feel sick.”

Then everything made sense. No, you weren't feeling like that because you didn't eat. It was the third time in the week you felt like that. You puked once, when taking care of the youngest ones of the clan, after you played with them. Gladly no one saw you because you ran to the woods on time.

Your disgust for the food was definitely new. You never felt rejection of your mother's food. Not even when you were sick as a child. At those times you eat different things, but never you decide not to eat.

Your mother… Your mother was feeling like that now that she was expecting…

“Oh, my Eywa.” You whispered, sitting down and covering your mouth. “No. No. No. No.”

“What? What is it?” Neteyam asked, now worried to death about your sudden change of mood.

“Neteyam… I think I am pregnant.”

Neteyam and you talked in that marui for hours, sitting down a little far from each other. You knew you wouldn't have privacy in any other place, besides the woods, but you didn't want to go there, for obvious reasons. The metkayina didn't enter the marui because it wasn't the day of the week to make clothes. So you two had plenty of time to discuss your little... situation.

“Are you completely sure?” Neteyam whispered, looking at the mat.

“Well, we just can be completely sure by asking my mother, and we are not gonna do that.” You bit your lip, anxious. “But I had the symptoms and I had never felt like that, not until… until you.” You said, hugging your knees embarrassed.

Neteyam looked at you at the mention. He knew it wasn't the right moment, but he liked how you had said that. And you looked so beautiful like that.

“Well… then, we are gonna take responsibility for our actions.” He said, decisively. “Do you want to?” He asked, changing his tone, now nervous for your answer.

“I don't know… I mean, what other option do we have? But I don't want to have them just because that's how it should be. I feel bad.” You said, rubbing your now flat belly. “And I don't know if I am prepared.”

“I know. I don't feel prepared either.”

“Wait, you wanna… you wanna be with me in this?”

“Of course I want to.” He stood up and sat next to you. He took your chin so you could make eye contact. “I would love to if you want it and if you let me.”

All you could do was hug him tight. He embraced you and his scent was everything you needed to feel safe and calm again.

“Now… What's our plan?” He asked.

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Protector | Lo'ak Sully

summary: you heard how Jake referred to his sons after the reef accident and you couldn't take it anymore, you were tired and decided to defend your confidant, not caring about getting in trouble with Mr. Sully, the na'vi who raised you.

genre: angst, comfort

pairing: Loa'k Sully x gn!omaticaya!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic, but use of "best friend" once)

warnings: Jake being a mean dad (sorry Jake, luv u), heartbreak and insecure Lo'ak because of his daddy issues, father and son argument, reader talking back/defending Lo'ak, “you brought shame to this family" scene, use of “y/n” four times.

a/n: so... people argue about if Jake is a good or a bad father. All I know is that I like Jake, but I would fight him to defend Lo'ak (I know l would lose, but stil). l like the idea after l read "Life of a traitor" (on AO3, by SelfObsessedCaramel) and a one-shot that I read here a long time ago but I can't find the user to give credits, basically reader defends Lo’ak too and Jake and Neytiri are a little mad and surprised, but happy because reader was a good mate for their son, I think reader was a human (tag them if you know who the author is, please). English is not my first language, be kind, please <3.

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When Jake and Neytiri decided that you, an orphan, could go to the Metkayina clan with them (because you were raised by the Omatikaya clan and the Sullys), Tuk was the one who smiled the most, Kiri was relieved because she didn't have to deal with other people's shit alone, Neteyamn was glad because you, their childhood friend, made things easier by thinking with a intelligent brain and not with a skxawng brain like his brother.

But Lo'ak, oh, Lo'ak. The boy was so glad, relieved and excited, all of this because you are the only na'vi that listens to him, actually listens. All the time his family is too much for him he can go with you and with a single look at his expression you can know something is wrong. Yes, he loves his family, but sometimes he feels like a burden and a weird thing incapable of belonging. With you he doesn't feel like that because you know him.

That's the reason why, when Jake said that horrible thing "You brought shame to this family", you almost heard your best friend's heart breaking. A small silence between Jake, Neytiri, Neteyam and you was enough to remember one of all the times when he came to you trying to feel better after an argument with his dad.

When you were kids he would find it difficult to be vulnerable in front of you or expose that he needed some type of physical contact to feel better, since he felt that he had to be a great little warrior in front of you so that you wouldn't make fun of him. But the first time he fell off a tree (when Spider, Lo'ak and you were trying to grab some fruits) you quickly managed to hug him and put his head on your neck, stroking his hair to calm him down while Spider went to look for Jake. Since then Lo'ak was sure you would always be there for him, no matter how vulnerable he can be.

One day, at 12 years old, you were searching for materials to make new matching beads for Lo'ak and you. The sound of the river didn't let you hear your friend approaching. He scared you when you turned around and saw him a few steps behind you.

"Skxawng, you scared me." You laughed. When he didn't make fun of you, you notice the way he was looking down, trying to hide a few tears.

"What's wrong?" You asked, worried.

"My... my dad." He cringed at his own broken voice. "Ugh, never mind. It's ridiculous, always the same bullshit.

"No, no. Lo'ak, whatever you are feeling is valid. Come here, you wanna talk about it?”

Both of you sit next to the river, with a basket full of materials behind you. You embraced him and he let himself cry on your shoulder. "I was just trying to help. Neteyam was bringing this huge animal for the meal, I tried to help him, but I slipped. l couldn't grab anything to stop my fall because of the huge animal and I ended up stepping on my brother's bow," You grabbed his hand and squeezed it trying to comfort him. "Neteyam wasn't even mad, he knew it was an accident, but my dad told me that l had to be more careful, that it was my fault if Neteyam couldn't hunt in a few days because he had to make a new bow. He can hunt with his knife! But it's always my fault in my father's eyes, as if I don't know that l always mess up things.” He sighted. "He said.. yelled that if l wasn't able to help, I had better not get in the way.”

That broke your heart. Lo’ak was a bit of a rebel and curious soul, and sometimes he could get in trouble because of that (because he wanted to show people that he was good enough in many aspects), but he never had bad intentions.

Maybe to other people he didn't care when he was scolded and apparently just got mad and defensive, but you knew he was sensitive too.

"Okay. Maybe your dad is stress right now. You know that recently the clan have had problems hunting enough for the meals." Lo'ak nodded. "However, that's not an excuse for treating you like that."

When he calmed down, he lay down looking at you with red puffy eyes. You tried your best to make him laugh by splashing a little bit of water to his face.

"Don't worry, we are gonna go hunt together and help Neteyam to make a new bow."

"Deal."

"Can I go now?" Your best friend asked.

“Any more trouble, I jerk a knot in your tail. You read me?” Jake asked while you cringed at the fact that he still thought his sons were little soldiers.

“Yes, sir. Lima Charlie.” Lo'ak was giving him an ‘I don't give a fuck’ attitude, just like every time he just wanted to stay away from his father.

“Go on.” Jake said after giving him another scolding look.

You followed Lo’ak, watching his tail swing angrily. You bit your tongue trying to control the disgust you were feeling towards the na'vi that always gave you a sweet pat on your head every time you felt down. Because it was unfair the way Mr. Sully treated Kiri, Tuk, and you with patience the days you guys were just not able to handle life, but he didn't let his sons explain when something didn't end up as expected.

All of the Sullys were so worried when Ao'nung told them that Lo'ak was nowhere to be found outside of the reef, but you almost had a panic attack in front of Neteyam because you would not be able to handle losing another friend. The burning pain of not knowing where or how Spider was was enough for your heart. So, of course, you weren't happy when you noticed the antipathy of Mr. and Mrs. Sully.

Your sweet touch helped Lo'ak to maintain himself calm, but your own calmness disappeared when you listened:

“Where were you?” it was Neytiri's voice.

«Oh, great mother, she did not just say that to Neteyam.»

“Yeah. What happened to ‘keep an eye on your brother’?”

“Sorry, sir.” the oldest Sully brother answered.

“No. Where were you?.” Your voice resonated between a heavy silence. Jake and Neytiri looked at you confused, Lo'ak turned around, thinking what he heard was a hallucination, and Neteyam was shocked.

“Excuse me?” Jake said, unhappy by your sudden disrespect.

“You are the parents, not Neteyam.” You repeat, starting to feel a little angry. “An older child is not supposed to be a third parent. You are the responsible ones for the security of your children.”

“You think I don't know that, y/n?”

“Well, sometimes it is not how it looks.”

“Y/n, I know I'm not your father, but you need to respect me. Especially when I-"

“Respect is something that is earned. And yes, I'm thankful for all the things you guys have done for me, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna pretend you are not being mean with your son.”

“Y/n, is not the right time...” Neteyam tried to talk to you.

“It is. All these years, I've been respectful about your parent technique, but I will not stand it anymore.” You got close to Jake. “You are understanding with Kiri, Tuk, and me while you are mean to Neteyam and Lo'ak, using the excuse that you are trying to protect them. But you don't act like a father. You act like a soldier who can not forget.”

“You don't know what you are talking about.”

“Maybe I don't know all the things you went through on Earth, and I'm not judging you because I know you were hurt too. But because you were hurt doesn't give you the right to hurt others! Especially when they are your family.” Lo'ak watched the way your tail swung side to side in an anxious move. “You don't think words can hurt? Because day after day I see one of the most important na’vi for me, thinking they are not good enough for anyone because of you, and thinking that they are not worth being loved.”

That made Neytiri flinch and look at her son with a hurt expression.

“Listen…” Jaks said after giving a quick peek to Lo'ak, who was now standing next to you.

“No! You listen, because you never do!” You weren't yelling, but your voice was loud enough to make Jake realise he had never seen you like that. “You don't know where Lo'ak was or how he ended up there. You can't tell me you believed what he said about Ao'nung trying to stop him.” Neteyam didn't know where all of the sudden confrontation came from, but deep down, he was a little bit happy that someone was telling his dad about the things he didn't see. “And still you don't let him explain what happened. You never listen when Neteyam tries to tell you things fail, not because he wasn't being responsible, but because he's still a kid, not an adult.”

Neytiri wasn't happy about your attitude, but seeing Lo'ak shocked made her realise that maybe all the things you were saying were somehow things Lo'ak (and Neteyam) wanted to say.

“We know you try to protect us, and you want us to be strong, but you forget that we are still kids. They need you as a dad, not a soldier. They need your love and comprehension. And yes, you need to scold them sometimes, but not make them feel unhappy with themselves.”

“That's not my intention” was all Jake could say.

“That's what you are doing.”

You sighted, tired of all the emotions you went through in just one day. You grabbed Lo'ak's hand and walked away, while Jake, Neytiri, and Neteyam admired the way their son and brother looked at you with pure love.

Lo'ak and you were sitting on a big rock, admiring the beautiful ocean and purple sky. Both of you haven't said anything since you arrived there, wanting to be left alone and in peace after the confrontation.

“You know you are incredible, right?” Lo'ak was the first one to break the silence.

“Yeah? Well, now your parents hate me.”

“I'm sure it will pass, Neteyam will help you.”

“And what about you? You're gonna leave me to die in your parent's hands?” I smiled a little bit.

“No, no. I will never do that.” He said, looking at you, almost directly to your soul. You didn't expect to feel nervous under his gaze, but his eyes were telling you a lot of things that he couldn't process into words. “Thank you.”

“You don't have to thank me, Lo’ak…”

“Y/n, thank you.” His fingers found your hand, so they started to caress your hand gently. “I admire you so much. Sometimes I don't know if I wanna be Neteyam or you.”

“You have to be your own person.” I grabbed his hand. “Because Lo'ak is just as perfect and enough. And I know that because I see you.” I said with a soft tone.

A shy but playful smile appeared on his face. He looked cute when he didn't dare to make eye contact with you for a few seconds.

“I see you.” He answered after looking at you again.

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