#Ticklish!Miles Quaritch

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Sorry for taking so long is that it also took me a long time to make this fanart of the Quarang ship of Miles Quaritch and Varang together... I hope you like it but remember that if you don't like it I won't bother at all... and I really thought it was adorable the idea of making a fanart in which Varang was tickling Quaritch when it happens that during his lessons so that Miles learns to be a Na'vi and also learns to live in it with the clan and Ash Na'vi including her then it happens that he couldn't concentrate because he constantly thought about his son Spider and that by worrying him made him not pay attention to what then Varang would give him a punishment ticklish him to pay attention to pay attention to his lessons

In addition to the fact that I really like to imagine that shortly after Quaritch left with his Ikran, when his son Spider left with the Sully Quaritch, he decided not to return to the RDA and then left until he arrived at the Ash Clan and then met Varang and after she accepted him into her clan, she will begin to train him herself and during his training, Quaritch learned to use the bow and arrow (like his son Spider) and, although apparently he stumbled, apparently he finally managed to dominate him. But at the same time that it happened, it happened that Quaritch would also begin to fall in love with Varang a lot, they decided that he would become a true Na'vi to be able to be by his side. I really want to see Quaritch and Varang become a canon in the movie Avatar 3, honestly

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In the quiet, sterile halls of an RDA facility on Pandora, the hum of machinery reverberated faintly, signaling life within its metal walls. It was here, far from the vibrant wilderness, that Miles Quaritch had led Spider, an unwitting prisoner to his curiosity and twisted sense of control. Spider’s wrists and ankles were strapped to a cold metal table in the center of a small interrogation room. The ominous silence was broken only by the occasional beeping from a console nearby, where Colonel Quaritch stood, his blue-skinned Avatar form towering over the machinery. His eyes glinted with a mixture of amusement and menace as he adjusted the controls, bringing the room’s centerpiece—a strange, multi-armed tickling machine—slowly to life.

The machine was a marvel of RDA engineering, designed not for traditional torture but for what they termed “behavioral compliance.” It had been created to target the sensitive nerves and involuntary reactions in a subject, wearing down their resistance through overwhelming physical sensation. Quaritch had found the device left behind in a dusty storage bay and, intrigued by its unorthodox purpose, had decided to see just how effective it could be. And what better test subject than Spider? The boy had proven stubbornly loyal to the Na’vi, a loyalty that Quaritch was determined to break, if only to prove his power over the kid.

As the machine powered up, Spider eyed Quaritch with defiant suspicion. His breathing was shallow, but he kept his expression as steady as he could manage. “You really think this is gonna make me talk?” he scoffed, trying to mask his apprehension. His tone was brave, but a flicker of doubt betrayed him.

Quaritch chuckled, a low, mocking sound. “Kid, you’ve got no idea what’s coming. Pain’s easy to resist—you know that. But this?” He leaned closer, his expression a mix of amusement and dark intent. “This is something else entirely. Let’s see how long that mouth of yours stays shut.”

With a press of a button, Quaritch activated the machine. Several mechanical arms descended, each tipped with a variety of instruments: soft brushes, feathered attachments, and small, nimble fingers designed to move with precision. The first two arms positioned themselves by Spider’s ribs, the soft bristles twitching slightly in anticipation. Spider’s eyes widened as he felt the gentle touch of the brushes against his sides, a sensation so light and teasing it seemed to mock his helplessness.

As the brushes moved in slow, deliberate circles over his ribs, Spider’s control began to falter. He fought the urge to laugh, biting down on his lip to keep silent. But the sensation was relentless, the tickling arms working in rhythmic motions, intensifying with each passing second. Before long, a reluctant chuckle escaped him, and then another, until he was laughing helplessly, his defiance cracking under the gentle yet maddening assault.

“Haha—stop! Come on—haha—this is ridiculous!” Spider’s laughter echoed through the small room, filling the sterile air with a sound that was both genuine and panicked. The tickling was unlike anything he had ever experienced—no sharp pain or immediate agony, but a slow, creeping sensation that rendered him vulnerable and completely out of control.

Quaritch crossed his arms, watching Spider’s reaction with a smirk. “What’s the matter, kid? Thought you were tougher than this.” He adjusted a dial on the console, and the machine responded by extending two more arms, each tipped with soft, flexible feathers that began gliding over Spider’s stomach and underarms. The sensation doubled, and Spider’s laughter grew louder, his body writhing in a desperate attempt to escape the tormenting touch.

“Please—hahaha—this is torture!” Spider managed to gasp between bursts of laughter. His muscles strained as he twisted against the restraints, but they held him firmly in place. The machine’s tickling arms moved with a precision that seemed almost human, as if it knew exactly where he was most sensitive, targeting his weakest spots with unerring accuracy.

But Quaritch wasn’t satisfied yet. He increased the intensity, adding two more robotic arms that targeted Spider’s knees and the sensitive area around his hips. The brushes swirled in relentless circles, and Spider’s laughter became breathless, each gasp for air punctuated by helpless giggles. His face was flushed, and tears of laughter pricked at the corners of his eyes as the machine continued its unyielding assault.

Quaritch leaned over him, his voice cold yet filled with twisted amusement. “All you have to do is talk, kid. Just give me what I need, and this all stops.”

Spider shook his head, his voice hoarse from laughing. “Never! I—haha—I won’t tell you anything!”

Quaritch narrowed his eyes, a look of irritation flashing across his face. He turned a knob, and the machine responded by intensifying its efforts, the brushes and feathers moving faster, their touch now bordering on maddeningly unbearable. The hands near his ribs began to poke and prod rather than glide, digging just enough to send jolts of ticklish agony through his body. Spider’s laughter grew desperate, each breath catching in his throat as the machine found new ways to exploit his sensitivity.

“Haha—no, please—hahaha—stop! I can’t—” His pleas dissolved into hysterical laughter, his body exhausted from the strain of resisting. The relentless tickling was wearing down his mental defenses, leaving him vulnerable and struggling to hold onto his defiance. Each new touch, each change in rhythm, kept him on edge, preventing him from adapting or dulling the sensation.

Quaritch observed him, his expression cold and calculating. He didn’t necessarily enjoy the boy’s suffering, but he saw it as a means to an end. This was a test, a way to break down Spider’s loyalty to the Na’vi, to show him that resistance was futile. And if a bit of laughter and discomfort could do the job, then so be it.

“Still holding out, huh?” Quaritch mused, raising an eyebrow. “You’re a stubborn kid, I’ll give you that. But everyone has a limit.”

With a flick of his wrist, he activated two more arms, these equipped with soft, vibrating pads that pressed gently against Spider’s underarms and ribs, adding an even deeper layer to the tickling. The vibrations sent shivers through him, amplifying the sensation to a point where his laughter became almost silent, his body shaking as he struggled to breathe through the overwhelming ticklish onslaught.

Tears streamed down Spider’s face as he gasped for air, his voice weak and trembling from the relentless laughter. “I—I can’t—please, stop—” His voice was barely a whisper now, his willpower nearly broken by the unending torment.

Quaritch watched with a hint of satisfaction. He leaned down close to Spider, his voice low and taunting. “Just say the word, kid. Give me what I want, and this all ends.”

Spider took a shuddering breath, his mind racing. He wanted to resist, to hold onto his loyalty to Jake and the Na’vi, but the tickling was breaking him down bit by bit. His body was exhausted, his laughter now reduced to silent gasps as the machine continued its merciless work. But even as his will began to crack, a spark of defiance remained.

With the last of his strength, he managed a breathless, “Never,” his voice weak but resolute.

Quaritch’s expression hardened, his patience clearly wearing thin. “Suit yourself,” he muttered, adjusting the controls one final time. The machine intensified to its maximum setting, each arm moving with renewed vigor as it targeted every ticklish spot on Spider’s body with unrelenting precision. The brushes, feathers, and vibrating pads worked in perfect harmony, leaving no inch of his torso, sides, or legs untouched.

Spider’s laughter became a choked, breathless sound as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, his body completely at the mercy of the machine. His mind drifted, his thoughts scattered, until all he knew was the sensation of ticklish agony that consumed him entirely. The room around him faded, his only reality the endless, merciless touch of the tickling machine.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Quaritch signaled the machine to stop. The arms retracted, leaving Spider limp and breathless, his face red and his body drenched in sweat. He lay there, too exhausted to move, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

Quaritch regarded him with a cold smile. “You’re tougher than I thought, kid. But don’t think this is over. I’ve got all the time in the world.”

With that, Quaritch turned and left the room, leaving Spider alone in the silence, the memory of the tickling machine lingering in his mind. The ordeal had tested his limits, but somehow, he’d held on. For now.

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Watching Spider sleeping calmly and peacefully brought opposite feelings to his father. Miles was sure that the boy hadn’t had many good nights of sleep in his life and he was very guilty of that. Now, with his son close by, Miles was determined to keep his word to take care of him. He just didn’t know exactly where to start.

Trying to clear his thoughts, he left Spider’s room, letting the boy rest without his somewhat dark presence. By the sea, the former colonel sat on the sand, watching the waves, trying to leave his mind empty, his tail still moving restlessly, despite his efforts to clear his mind.

A sudden touch to his ribs put him on alert, grabbing the malefactor’s wrist, which he quickly recognized as his wife’s.

-Careful, sweetheart - he relaxed a little - you shouldn’t try something like that in his conditions.

-I’m not a less efficient warrior because I’m pregnant - Varang quickly replied, in the same proud and haughty way as always.

-You understood what I meant - he soon closed his expression again.

Varang, instead of feeling intimidated, just found the situation even more inviting. With a sideways smile, she quickly glanced at her husband and sat down in front of him, like a stubborn child. Despite being serious, Miles waited to see what would come next.

Her delicate hands went straight to his defined abdomen, drumming quickly, trying to tickle her husband. When the attempt didn’t work out very well, she just opened her mischievous smile even more, moving her hands to his chest, but not lingering there too long. In a cunning way, Varang tickled his armpits, knowing that they were exactly his weak spot.

She got a low laugh from Quaritch, which she seemed pleased with. He suddenly wrapped his arms around her, keeping her still there.

-What do you want, woman? Why do you disturb me so much, Varang? - he kissed her ear when he finished speaking - that wasn’t what I wanted in return for loving you.

-I know you love my teasing - she hummed back, but soon became serious - what ails you, Miles? Just tell me.

-Spider is my problem - he admitted - problem might be the wrong word, he is my responsibility, I’m afraid that he won’t adapt to the tribe, or that I’ll never be enough for him.

-It could be so - she didn’t deny his statement - there’s no way you can completely control Spider’s opinion of you, but your attitudes can count in your favor. I am living proof of that.

-Does that mean I didn’t win you over right away? - Miles looked at her directly - what was it that made you change your opinion about me?

-Your survival instinct - Varang replied calmly, leaving the games aside for a moment - your desire to adapt, despite anything, took a while for you to open your heart to me, perhaps this will harm you in getting closer to the boy , but if you’re always true to him, you’ll be the father I know you already are.

Before any trace of doubt appeared on Miles’ face, his wife took one of his hands, resting it on her belly. Feeling his child move, the consort her gave a smile, overflowing with what his wife understood as love and protection.

Varang trusted him to keep his promises to care for and protect his entire family, which included Spider. Grateful for his wife’s advice and wisdom, Quaritch kissed her sweetly. Varang, somehow, took his fears and anxieties far away.

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I absolutely loved these beautiful Avatar 2 Fanarts of the characters of Miles Quaritch and Spider Socorro together and above all because I won't lie to them at all this is really adorable to see between them 2 together and above all because I really love the fact that in the first fanart we see Quaritch and his son Spider Socorro are doing a challenge of control and personal domain in which Quaritch is tickling his son to see how much he can stand it and due to the fact that he still remembered when he was human the fact that his son had a lot of tickling in his feet when he was still just a small baby and then he decided to tickle him there to see how much his son could stand already as a teenager and then in the second fanart we see Spider Socorro calling his dad for the first time "Dad" while he laughs out loud without being able to withstand the attack of tickling on his feet while Quaritch without being surprised by his reaction to the tickling before he let him go to what Spider Socorro once recovered immediately calls him "Old Man" to which his dad asks him what he had called him while it seems that he is going to teach him a lesson for that and I really won't lie to them I really would have liked that we could have had a scene just like this one in the Avatar 2 movie between them 2 together to be able to see them have moments together... I don't know about you but I really want to see them together again in the next movies of Avatar of James Cameron and that then we can see them again... sincerely

By the way, this beautiful Fanart of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but unfortunately I can't leave the link of the real creator on Twitter because it doesn't appear to me every time I try but I'll let you know that I'll put it right here Since apparently there is a new update on Twitter and you can only see the link if you press X.Com