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I'm writing fanfics on here now, starting with Na'vi!Quaritch x Fem!Na'vi reader. I'll probably make this into an extended series? It depends. For the sake of easier writing, I'll be using the name Nuateyat. If you don't like dont read it. It was easier for me to do that rather than write Y/N constantly. Change the name of you want, thats completely okay.

I honestly made this more sweet and cute than I intended but I think it worked out.

Tags/Warnings: Tsaheylu, emotional bonding, Quaritch conflicted and angry about not fitting in as a Na'vi, Reader Comforting Quaritch, Not really much smut but they kiss, Reference to them already being v close

Unpredictable Bond

"Skxawang. You fly your Ikran like a baby." She lightly smacked his bicep, shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose as Quaritch landed on the clearing in a very ungraceful manner. Quaritch, furrowing his brows, ignored the comment from Nuateyat: mostly because he still struggled to understand certain Na'vi phrases.

"Let her rest." Nuateyat suggested, starting to make her way towards her camp, Quaritch following close behind. It was difficult. He hated that even after spending so long on the vast planet called Pandora, that he couldn't learn things as quick. As a human, usually he got past these feelings quiet easily. Most days, he would lift weights until he felt lightheaded, coated with sweat in the process; he'd drink a coffee after usually too. But coffee wasn't as accessible on Pandora. Back at base it was, but months back Quaritch got misplaced on a mission after a close call with a thanator. It was that day that a strange na'vi whom was all alone saved him.

Nuateyat was a huntress, who had been living alone within the forests of Pandora for nearly 15 years. She hunted with a spear, and managed to take out the thanator before in shred his guts open. He had healing scars on his abdomen from the attack still, raw and still pink in flesh tone. Something made Quaritch decide to stay with the woman after he had technically healed enough to leave, something that conflicted with not only him but Nuateyat as well.

"Quaritch-" Nuateyat reached a four fingered hand out to him, only got the colonel to grab her wrist suddenly without looking, turning his head after several seconds to look at her. He simply looked at her, holding her wrist; He ran his 5 fingers up to clasp her hand, his eyes switching to express that of something similar to sorrow. "Pretty." He murmured while his eyes were darting over the features on Nuateyat's face, the deep scar on her chest leading to her abdomen. Confused, Nuateyat tilted her head slightly to the side. "You are pretty-" Nuateyat started, only for Quaritch to shake his head slightly, letting go of Nuateyat's wrist. "Sweetheart, I ain't." His tone was that of someone conflicted between feelings. "I ain't even full Na'vi." He showed her his hands, which had five fingers instead of 4, like Nuateyat had. "I don't fit in, y'know, in this...new body." His eyes met her soft green eyes once more.

It took a short while for Nuateyat to speak up, but once she did, she spoke directly to Quaritch. "I see you as Na'vi." She started, putting her hand against his and gently intertwining her fingers with his. "I see you." Even without Tsaheylu, she felt as though she was connected already to Quaritch. The two of them were strange, one an outcast and the other the person she was supposed to be enemies with. "I see you too, but at the same time I don't." Quaritch said in a bit of a frustrated manner, making Nuateyat cup his face and make him look at her. "Stop being miserable." Nuateyat ran her thumb gingerly over his cheek, feeling his smooth blue skin. "You are perfect, in my eyes. Just because you have five fingers, doesn't mean you don't mean anything to me. You are special Quaritch. You are unique." Her words of comfort seemed to help the conflicted man, as his eyes closed softly. He looked content.

"I want to help you." Nuateyat murmured gently, making Quaritch open his eyes and quirk a brow. "What?" Nuateyat sat back on her knees, motioning for Quaritch to follow in pursuit. Once he was sat down in front her her, she moved a hand to grab her braid. "You know of Tsaheylu, the unbroken bond, right?. I know you feel bad about not understanding Na'vi ways...This might help." Nuateyat watched as without hesitation, Quaritch gently grabbed his braid too. "This would bond us together emotionally...right? I don't mind physically either of course, but I just wanted-" Quaritch suddenly paused and clenched his hands when Nuateyat connected her braid to his. His pupils dilated drastically, a sense of surprise and enjoyment rushing through him. "Shit..." Quaritch muttered through gritted teeth, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as he felt his mind explode. He felt...closer to Nuateyat, in ways he didn't think we're possible. He felt like he could see her and her mind so much more clearly, like he could feel every emotion from her.

He didn't realize it was the same for Nuateyat, who smiled at him as she experienced his emotions. "This bonds us, soul." She softly touched his chest with one finger. "and mind." She lifted her hand to softly touch his forehead. Quaritch was so quiet, eyes closed...but he opened them quickly. Looking into Nuateyat's eyes, he felt a whole new feeling, one more primal but a feeling he wasn't unfamiliar with. Nuateyat seemed as though she could feel it too, as her pupils dilated as well. Usually being quick to act, he immediately grabbed Nuateyat's cheeks and pulled her close to connect their lips. A spark burst in him when he and Nuateyat did Tsaheylu, it was like he was so much more closer to Nuateyat than they were before. "Quaritch." Nuateyat whispered when they finally seperated their lips, still connected by their braids. "Be quiet, it's okay. I can hear you." Quaritch gingerly pressed a hand to the side of her face, leaning forward to press his forehead against her and eventually putting his other hand on the other side of her face. "I feel you." Quaritch said in a soft tone, his face noticeably relaxed. It was a nice change, to see him so calm...and it felt nice to be connected to him in the most Na'vi way possible. Nuateyat smiled softly, closing her eyes as well. "I feel you too, Quaritch..."

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Lo'ak when Quaritch asked him to show his hands

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what’s that noise. 

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I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.

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This is literally what it's like using Tumblr.

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Yeah, Baby Yoda is Cute and all but have you seen Will Graham being reunited with his dogs?

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I'm reposting this again 💀

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My stomach hurts because I can't stop laughing at a Reddit thread where someone asked for help identifying their "not dead" plant that could not more clearly be dead if it were found in a pharaoh's tomb

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Hi I'm back from being dead 😎

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smoking the shit that made ted talk

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If I want to look at Lil Peep posts, which I 100% don’t want to, I’ll look at the Lil Peep tag and NOT the hellboy tag.

I haven’t heard of him going by ‘Hellboy’ like at all

Alright who what’s their kidney eaten? I keep seeing Lil Peep in the hellboy tag

We should start using the Lil Peep tag for hellboy posts and see how long it takes before someone starts to call you names

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I bet Jar Jar is fucking hung like a whale. God he can raw me anyday.

I spent like two? Three? Entire weeks with this sitting in my askbox and I just. I got nothing. What could I possibly answer? I tried all the “nope” gifs in this god forsaken website, I tried to draw what my face looks like every time I read this, I tried to find fanart of jar jar with his wang out and the universe was kind enough to me so that I couldn’t find any. I got nothing. Nada. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. What am I gonna say? What in god’s name am I gonna say to that?!

You see, I wanna fuck general grievous. I do. I want him use all his four arms to simultaneously pull both my arms back and touch my tits as he fucks me with his mecha-schlong. I do. I wanna fuck darth Maul, pre-legs cut off or post metal legs+metal dick enhancement. I wanna lick those horns. Okay? I wanna fuck darth vader. Boy, oh, boy, I do. I wanna hear that hard breathing and wrap my legs over that dramatic cape while he force-chokes me and we do the do. Am I a weird robot-fucker? You bet your ass I am! Am I a tad too much on the horny side? Probably. Did I extrapolate my right to be horny on main? Fucking sue me. But this. THIS.

How do you want me to face my family and all the three (3) friends I have irl? How do you want me to walk into an elevator with a bunch of strangers and when an old lady says “the weather has been a little hot lately, isn’t it weird?” just to do small talk like every fucking old people I don’t know do, how do you expect me not to answer her with “y’know what’s weirder, someone at this very moment is thinking about Jar Jar Binks going balls-deep in them and I cannot talk about this to anyone and the knowledge of this? it’s eating me alive. ALIVE, ma’am, and I don’t mean this as some sick vore reference. Someone’s dreaming of those popped-up eyes, of that weird high-pitched voice screaming MEESA COMING while they’re filled up by Jar Jar Bink’s thick seed, and I’m just standing here while this very notion rots me to the core, taking all life away from me. It’s a nightmare. My entire life, a nightmare, because of an anon message from a horny jar jar fucker on tumblr. This is my floor now, ma’am, have a good day”

I leave the elevator. I probably have an appointment, but I can’t remember where, or what for. I sit down on the floor by the elevator doors. I sob for a full minute. I take the elevator back downstairs, I walk home, I collapse in bed and rub one out thinking of darth vader. I feel better.

Five minutes later, I think about this ask again, and my whole world collapses again. It’s only Tuesday. I sigh heavily and sit down to write this reply.-

Edit: a lot of this is exaggeration. Some of it is true. You get to pick what exactly.

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WHATS HAPPENING IM AFRAID

the set of 'Love and Thunder' must've been wild

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FITTED TO WHOM

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I think I’m going to make UK Breaking Bad next. I am going to abuse the power of Artificial Intelligence.