#ask ikranwings

[ikranwings]

LYLE’S SIZE KINK ABSOLUTELY ✋ ESP WITH HIS HUGE MUSCLES?? And you CANNOT convince me he isn’t going to the gym when he can (probably is the type of bf/mate to bring you with him like a giant dork to show off his muscles and strength)

KEKEKEJEHSUSJ HES SO FINE ITS NOT FAIR :””(

Oh my godddddd!!! HE TOTALLY IS TO!!! I feel like he would also be the one to do push-ups over his mate/SO while he works out. Like he knows it’s a sure fire way to get them to blush. Especially if on the way down from time to time he kisses them😩.

He would also be the one to grab the heaviest barbells and do arm curls just to show off his muscles. Like he ensures that his love is watching him as he’s doing it. He knows what he’s doing and he’s such a little shit.

I LOVE HIM.

He dose this to us on purpose I swear 😩. 

[vinciwolf]

Loyalty - Epilogue

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, EVENTUAL NSFT, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: epilogue, SMUT, fluff, gore, blood.

Notes: Sorry that this took forever. My car’s transmission stopped working and have had to put a lot of things on hold due to this. Shoutout to everyone for sticking with it despite some delays! Na’vi spoken is in [italics and brackets]; inner thoughts are in italics.

Tags: @deliwrites​ @ikranwings​ @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed​ @avatar-lover​ @justasimps-blog​ @mechformers​ @perseny​ @dakotali​ @whereireid​ @whxre-bxby​ @miscellaneousfantasies​ @myh3artttt​ @ducks118​ @janelongxox​ 

Sand treaded softly through your toes, heating the soles of your feet as the sun baked the seaside.

Miles’ sweaty hand held yours firmly as you walked beside him. You would disappear to lick your wounds and retreat from any lingering scouts the RDA would send looking for you or any remaining Recoms still alive. Your body ached hobbling along, but your heart ached worse with each step you took away from your family. You wanted to turn back, but when Miles had kissed you and held you in his arms in front of Jake after saving you, you knew you couldn’t stay. You were a traitor – clear as day mated with the enemy by the way he touched you. Now all you could do was get away from the sunken SeaDragon, long dragged under by the water, to hopefully figure something out.

Spider was safe, again causing your heart to lurch as you had to leave him behind for his sake. You and Miles didn’t want to drag him into more hellfire than what he had already been through.

Despite the throbbing in your limbs, head, and heart, you marched on, hand not letting go of the Recom at your side.

Your eye was still swollen from the aftermath of your scuffle with Ardmore, making it hard to see. Being stopped, the Colonel pulled his blade into his hand before cupping your face, getting your permission with a subtle look that you blinked slowly in consent. The sharp tip peeled your skin open slowly allowing the swollen blood to ease from your brow. Having vision in both your eyes felt good, only leaving behind a tiny gash.

Then you heard the flap of wings overhead. Part of you thought it was Cupcake until you noticed the rider as the Ikran landed. Lyle hopped from his mount. You saw how his forehead lined with remorse, hours old blood covering his skin, making him look drained and confused. His eyes looked to you before dodging quickly and finding the Colonel instead. Miles stepped up and grasped his friend’s forearm tightly as they shook hands. There was a relief in your mate’s shoulders. He was happy to see a survivor of all things after you explained to him what the General did to Prager and the rest.

Lyle opened his mouth to speak, “I…”

But you stopped him, shaking your head, “It’s ok.”

That was when you could see a defeated weight beginning to pull behind his stare.

“I can’t believe they’re all gone.”

Your eyes relaxed sadly at the devastation on the Corporal’s face.

“Just cogs in a machine…Ardmore didn’t care,” you said.

The three of you stood for a brief period of silence, the revelation of having nowhere to return to, no purpose going forward, settled in uncomfortably. There was no plan, only forward into the unknown.

“Let’s go,” Miles spoke.

“Where?” Lyle asked right when Cupcake swopped down onto the beach.

“We need to find a place to rest for now—” The Colonel reached for his mount “—and I need to tend to your wounds—” he tipped his head at you coming up behind him.

“Rest would be nice. I’m pretty sure I fractured a rib,” you groaned, lifting yourself to sit on his Ikran with him in front.

~

The fire crackling in the center of a shallow cave flickered with long shadows of the three bodies huddled down for the night, waves crashing in the distance. Ardmore beat the crap out of you once she got the upper hand, but the evidence of your fierce battle littered itself over your arms and legs, showing just how hard you fought until the end. You hissed as Miles dabbed your bruised and split knuckles with ointment, making you almost regret throwing fists with a Skel Suit…almost.

A twig snapped and had all three your heads turning to the sound, only to grasp the seriousness of the situation when you took in the sight of a small group of tattooed Metkayina, spears pointed in your direction. One was tall and elaborately decorated on the face, stalking forward cautiously examining the exhausted state of your tiny three-man army, one of which – you – were badly injured, purpled with bruises.

Then your eyes brightened when you saw Jake step forward.

Everything moved fast after that. You were given a small hut at the far end corner of the village, but you had no home, or at least that’s what your heart told you when every pair of eyes that looked your way had you shrinking, telling you to ‘go away’ – ‘you’re not welcome here.’

After discussing it with your mate and Lyle, you would stay in the village only for a few days to heal, the Tsahik reluctantly looking at your wounds. She invited herself into your temporary arrangement long enough to tend to what was important then left without speaking a single word.

What made you feel even worse was that Jake hadn’t spoken to you, assuming it was because of Miles. The brim of your eyes would burn when you allowed irrational thoughts to get the best of you, making you think that you had been outcasted by your friend because you had mated with his ‘enemy’ – or at least his version of what Miles used to be even though he wasn’t that man anymore.

You felt like a stranger, barely remembering your old life, trying desperately to construct a new one.

But then there was a shift.

Lo’ak poked around to see how you were.

Then one early morning while you were passing through the village, eyes at your feet hurriedly moving to get back to your tent as to not draw attention, you were pulled by the elbow by Neytiri into her lodgings.

“Sit,” she said.

“Why?” You were surprised.

“I will braid your hair.” Her hands pushed your shoulders down so you could sit in front of her.

“Your hair will get matted if I don’t do something because clearly you are not taking care of yourself.”

You gulped and remained still while your hair was brushed and peeled into strands. Then your body relaxed from her touch, followed by Tuk and Kiri taking a seat and starting their own strands.

Neytiri’s demeanor was firm, yet you could see how she yearned for your company. Tuk braided your hair into a beautiful weave, decorating the bottom with shells and other ocean jewelry.

You felt something blossom inside, throat bobbing as you swallowed a burning lump. How long had it been since you had to undo your braids in that godawful place Bridgehead, throwing away the beads while your heart cried for home.

A tear fell from your eye you didn’t bother blinking away. Then you were surrounded by Neytiri embracing your from behind with her arms tightly folding over your front, Tuk pulling herself into the hug while Kiri hummed a soft tune while she finished out her strand. You didn’t deserve this, torn mind slowly letting go of your fears as you wept. They hated you, didn’t they?

Here, in this secluded hut, this moment proved you wrong – so sweetly wrong.

Despite being hesitant towards your mate, your family wanted you home, even if that meant living with the Recoms. It wouldn’t come to your knowledge until later when you and Miles were going to leave for good that Jake had advocated to Tonowari for your permanent stay.

Maybe it was yearning for the old times, the peaceful times, or maybe it was the Tulkun Way, but there was an awkward period adjusting to everything new. Neytiri didn’t want to lose you again, and the Sully kids wanted their friend back, Tuk most of all.

Miles pulled his weight as did Lyle. They wanted to prove they could be useful.

Over time, the anxiety around the Recoms started to fade, allowing for trust to build in its place.

You even managed to tame a Skinwing after weeks of training yourself on how to ‘breathe’ underwater.

~

You sat near the fire beside Miles teaching him more words in Na’vi. Spider was off fishing, stick in hand poking at the sea life in the huge tidepools, with Neteyam and Lo’ak and two other Metkayina teenagers. Everything seemed to be falling into place, allowing your mind to be at ease for the very first time since what happened at the Old Shack. Norm and Max even homed an old avatar link by the village just for the kid.

Then that calm was unexpectedly interrupted by Lyle beaming himself in front of you and his boss, wearing nothing but a loin cloth that scarcely covered his junk. The knife that strapped over his chest glinted in the sun as his chest puffed up proudly.

“I’m really digging this new look!”

“Oh, my fucking GOD!” you groaned.

It was amusing watching the Corporal embrace the way of the People, even if that meant the image of his bare ass, shielded only by a string of fabric, would be engrained into your memory forever.

~

The flap to your tent remained closed, an understood hint to your friends and family only meaning one thing: Do Not Disturb.

Your hand rested on Miles’ bare chest, ear flat against the beating sound of his heart. The morning was young and the distant music of laughter from the village children sung a few yards away in another lodging.

The calloused hand at your back brushed up and down your spine in a rhythmic pattern while Miles nudged his nose into your hair. Everything was good.

Then you pushed yourself up to level your face with the Recom before leaning in for a kiss…that turned into two, then three, then his hot tongue was wrapping around yours with a growl reverberating into your mouth. You pulled away and straddled your mate, his large hands cupping the soft roundness of your rear. Your tail flicked behind you.

Miles’ eyes blew out when he studied your naked form on top of him, the way your breasts hung with a delicate weight, nipples ripe and hard for the taking. Your body screamed seduction in the way you knowingly slinked your hips inching closer to the tip of his cock.

Your mouth fell open in elation when the whole shaft slid into your folds, giving you a perfect stretch. The first roll of your hips had the Recom hissing and craning his neck. Then you were riding steadily along the length, leaning yourself to direct the head to hit just the right angle at the spongy spot that sent chills through your spine.

Miles’ fingers indented your thighs as he helped you bounce harder onto him, his lower half bucking into your thrusts making you whine from the added force. His hand then found your braid and laid it over your shoulder, grabbing his and connecting the tendrils. The feeling of you nearly had him releasing too soon, restraining himself with a loud moan feeling you squeeze around his shaft from binding queues together.

Fingers digging into the Recom’s chest, your cries echoed off the tent walls as your high was quickly approaching. The hands at your thighs held firmer in edging out every second of pleasure before the final drop. Miles was panting and grunting to every sweeping pass of your walls over his length. Both your bodies radiated together in this moment.

Then a heavy splash of cum painted your walls, your voice a pitched whimper.

You dropped yourself onto your mate as you huffed trying to gather yourself. Miles braced a hand at the backside of your head while he did the same, chest heaving as it rose and fell with big, quick breaths.

You wanted to stay here forever.

Being safely away from the pollution of Bridgehead, a danger that still lurked in the back of your mind, allowed you to embrace this new life without fear. With Miles, you didn’t have sleepless nights anymore, or painful bursts of withdrawal symptoms. In fact, you hadn’t craved those pills in a long time… and didn’t plan on returning to that old life.

The time would come to have to fight again. You couldn’t protect what you loved by running. No, you would make a stand with your family when the evil beyond the horizon eventually retaliated. But for now, that worry was pushed aside as you kissed Miles in the sanctuary of your hut, focusing on what was in front of you, what was ahead, for the first time in years.

This was a life rebirthed…restored.

And you dared the RDA to take it from you.

[navibluebees]

Amazing!! I was reading your series of recom Quaritch and I’m loving it! It so good and so well written! 💖

I was wondering if you could write where he meets R who is na’vi while he was human and something about them intrigued him, but after burning home tree he thought they died but turns out they’re not part of that tribe they belong to another and he meet them again in his recom form and they recognise him immediately and they’re over the moon

Thank you so much~🥰 Thanks for requesting!

Revival

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Miles was walking through the forest and taking in every single thing his eyes landed on, every noise his sensitive hearing picked up. He was tired honestly. Tired of having to be alert. Tired of having to lead. He wanted to rest, to be at peace if only for a breath.

The team took a break and he leaned against a fallen tree, one knee bent and an arm resting across it. Flower petals drifted down onto his head. He gaze snapped up but all he could see was the forest canopy above.

~~~

You were flat on your stomach, peeking over the side of the branch you laid on. You cringed as you watched the petals from your basket float down and land on top of the Na'vi sitting below. Damn. It had taken you all day to collect those. You prayed quietly that you wouldn't be noticed but couldn't keep your eyes from the male below.

He looked around and you watched his expression. Your eyes widened in interest and curiosity, noting his human apparel. His head turned back to the ground and you sighed, dropping your head back to the branch with a thud. The vines around you swayed in the breeze and you turned your face to press your cheek to the moss.

A yelp startled out of you when you saw a hand appear near the trunk. You scrambled back as the male from below pulled himself up, knife in hand. You hesitated at the edge of the branch, hands held out in a non-threatening gesture. You started to stumble over your words and his face scrunched, unable to follow your sentence.

You noted the familiar wrinkle of his nose and cocked your head, hands falling to your side. You stepped closer and his knife hand flinched. He noted the vibrant array of flowers that adorned your clothing and was so focused on them that when your fingers began to poke at the vest he was wearing, trying to see what the pockets held.

He swatted at your hands. "Stop that."

Your ears stood tall and swiveled as you processed the language you hadn't spoken in years.

"Who. Is. Your. Clan?" he asked with frustration.

Your eyes widened as he sucked his teeth in annoyance, mirroring the expression he'd made so long ago. You gasped in excitement, as your hands flew up. He was too slow to stop you as your hands cupped his face. They were gentle as they turned his head side to side and he was so confused that he just allowed it to happen. He grunted as your hands pressed together, squishing his cheeks.

He met your gaze and your eyes grew even wider as exhilaration raced through your body.

"It's you!"

***

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[ikranwings]

ok maybe im dumb but I don't get the problem with aging up the kids in order to write about them? You're writing about adults at that point, it's literally just a post-canon/future setting? Help me understand lol

You have to sit there and look at that child. A CHILD. And say damn he’s hot let me age him up to make him appropriate to fuck. The character has no references to being an adult at all. They are a minor in the second movie. All y’all just aging them up to be “ acceptable “ is gross because for that to happen. You had to look at a child and say damn that’s hot. That’s predictor vibes and it’s so vile. What’s next yall wanna age up tuk? She’s five years old. If you genuinely thought it was ok you would not have come to my account on anonymous to ask this ^^^ just saying

[ikranwings]

What do you think they are going to do with Norm's character in the future? Do you think he might actually build a na'vi body for Spider?

I’m not sure. There’s already leaked photos of him as a human with no mask on and a neural queue so I’m unsure. Norm is a father right now tho they didn’t show it in the movie but he has children!

[ikranwings]

favourite scene in Atwow?

This is a hard one. One of them would defiantly be when spider is teaching quaritch how to speak the Navi language.

The other would have to be Lo’ak throwing that punch and saying that’s a punch bitch 😂😂

[ikranwings]

The fact that you follow makes my heart feel all soft and warm inside. Makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. Ahh, a literal dream come true.

(my literal reaction when I saw that you follow me)

❤️❤️❤️❤️ I appreciate you! I love getting asks in general. I love interacting with my followers when the chance is given. I’m glad❤️❤️❤️❤️ i should be more active now as well!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[ikranwings]

How have you been sexy?

Haii! I’m doing well thank you! ❤️❤️

I Hope you are as well!

[ikranwings]

What do you think Tsu'tey's reaction would be, if he were still alive, to the possibility of going to earth? Because I know James Cameron has said something about Neytiri going to earth in avatar 5 and I really need to know your opinion on this.

Personally, I don’t think he would want to. He would be one of those that stayed behind in order to protect the clan. He already hates this guy people to begin with. I don’t think he would want to go somewhere where it’s not lush and green and beautiful. The journey to a place that’s killed off most if not all plant life.

Sure, he could definitely fall in love with sky person. But going to earth is not something I could see him doing just because of everything that’s happened to him!! What do you think? ❤️ I’m interested to hear everyone’s opinions!!!!

Also, if you guys are not yet following them, you definitely should! They are a new blog, and I still have yet to check them out as well :-)

[ikranwings]

Screaming that the request you got was one giant sentence😭.

i couldn’t follow anything because of that 😩. AND they sent that same request to me four times in a row. Like please have patience with me I am but one person 😅😂

[ikranwings]

Breeding with miles?🙏

Hello friend!!

This is already up and posted. I just have yet to add it to the master list!

I hope it helps! And enjoy! ❤️

[ikranwings]

hi, saw your post about the fanfic coming up, if you could add me to the taglist for all of them that'd be great! looking forward to reading them, thanks

HELL YEAH! ❤️❤️ I got you!

I hope you enjoy :)

[ikranwings]

Idk why you think someone has to want to fuck a character in order to write ship fic with them. Or are you just talking about x reader fics? Because I agree those are weird but I thought you were talking about ANY fic that ages up the kids. Like are future Lo'ak/Tsireya fics bad too?

Idk why you cant come off anon? Why can’t you come off anon and speak. You have no voice here talking about aging up children unless you grow the balls to come off anon ;) aging up any child is bad. Gross and pedoflic vibes. If you think it’s ok? Why not just write them as minors for the story. You cant can you. NO. Wanna know why? BECAUSE THEY ARE CHILDREN AND DEEP DOWN YALL KNOW ITS GROSS

[ikranwings]

Hey!! so i basically started writing fics here on Tumblr and i wanted to know if u could give me some help like idk reposting my first work that is in my account pls that would help me a lot <3

anything to help a fellow writer out <3

[vinciwolf]

Loyalty Pt 8

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, EVENTUAL NSFT, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: the series FINALE, violence, action, fighting, blood, gore, death, cussing, a tiny bit of fluff if you have a magnifying glass.

Notes: Na’vi spoken is in [italics and brackets]; inner thoughts are in italics.

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 You had been trapped in this colorless prison for some time since Miles left. When you had finally recovered enough to stand on two feet, bullet wounds still havocking your body under fitted bandages, you were escorted to a basic cell. During that short walk, you realized that this place was still in fact the SeaDragon.

The tinkling of the lights above annoyed you as you sat in isolation, trying hard not to let the earie silence drive you up the wall. Then you heard a commotion through the ceiling making your head peer up, brow furrowed. There was yelling and screaming muffled by the barrier separating you from the world above. Being in the unknown had your leg bouncing. Your ears picked up a new burst of hollering followed by rapid gunfire. Everything rocked and swayed so hard you needed to catch yourself against the wall. Something big hit the SeaDragon while the uproar continued.

You could hear the metal beams inside the ship protest to the massive weight moving around on the docks until that chaotic presence seemed to finally disappear, giving you momentary relief…until you felt the ship moving. And it was moving abnormally fast. Then you were slung to the other side of the room, air being pushed from your lungs as your body slammed into the wall.

Your whole body curled as you groaned from the pain flooding your abdomen. Lifting your shirt, you peeked to see if any blood drained into your white bandages, but when you found nothing, you sighed that luckily the stitches didn’t bust. Now all you wanted to know was what the hell happened. Was Miles alright? Where was Spider in all this mess? And what the actual fuck hit the ship???

You needed to get out of here, so you got to your feet and looked for anything to use to escape.

You threw a chair into the one-sided mirror but it only shuddered, never breaking. Then you had your fingers trying to pry open the door, only to release with a frustrated scream. You hated this feeling… being helpless… then your mind wandered to Sylway. Shame crept inside you. Nothing you did here, then, or in the future will make things right. Jake is probably dead or about to be…but…

Again! Your mind motivated your sorry ass to get up.

You took the chair and were about to fly it into the door but a noise halted your motion. The door to your cell flew open to reveal a face you thought you’d never see again.

“Neteyam…?” You dropped the chair with a loud thud and grabbed the young warrior into your arms, hugging tightly, smaller arms wrapping around your torso in a brief second of happiness.

You let go to then notice Spider.

“Come here!” you cried, grabbing both boys, glad to see they were alive and safe.

“What the hell happened!?” you asked frantically.

“Oh, that was me,” Spider joked with a beaming smile. “I crashed the ship.”

“And Payakan totally messed up those soldiers too, but we’ll explain more later! Let’s go!” Neteyam waved his hand.

You had a pressing question. “Is your father alive?”

“He’s more than fine!” the young warrior replied proudly.

“Yeah, he kicked some ass out there,” Spider added.

Your chest felt lighter listening to their words, but that was short lived when gunfire erupted, your hand pulling the back of Neteyam’s neck low as you shielded him with your body. Graciously, Eywa provided protection from the bullets by allowing you and the boys to scurry just in time behind some equipment. You couldn’t see where the soldiers were that fired at you, heartrate thumping hard against your breast, getting you even more excited when you saw Lo’ak jump down and, using an automatic rifle, blasted holes through the soldiers who were about to find where you hid.

“Holy shit,” Spider breathed in awe.

“Bro, that was insane!” Neteyam cheered his little brother on.

“We can congratulate ourselves later, move,” you begged only for more soldiers to aim their weapons at you, shooting in your direction.

Your hand grabbed Spider out of the way as you watched Neteyam and Lo’ak jump into the safety of the moonpool unharmed, but you were still ensnared by the rage of bullets devastating the environment, unable to dive into the water. So close, yet so fucking far.

“(Y/N)! This way!” the kid shouted, finding a tiny opening amongst the ship’s cargo and smaller vessels.

Following the nimble human, you barely made it away from the chaos only to stumble upon the decks below to witness something more sinister than just armed men.

Ardmore was in her Skel Suit with all the remaining Recoms at attention. The only ones who were missing were Miles and Lyle. Feeling a shift in your gut, there was something about that woman you still couldn’t quite narrow down. Then her voice echoed off the steal walls and gripped your soul, hair standing on your neck.

"As you know, the Colonel has gone soft on me. He's become feral, erratic. His methods are questionable, testing my patience... and trust. On the docks, we were hit by a Tulkun and ambushed by the hostiles, losing countless including a few Recombinants. The captain is still MIA, and the kid the Colonel allowed to be his pet has crashed the ship. This is all becoming one great mess. I've lost faith that he can get the job done, so I'm switching things up. I no longer trust Project Phoenix. I can no longer put my faith in beings that can evolve to become disloyal. As of this moment, I'm retiring the Deja Blu Team."

Your brow pinched together at the General’s last statement, then worried eyes shot to Prager who bravely stepped forward out of line.

“Sir, we’ve been nothing but loyal. You gonna put us on kitchen duty when our Colonel has Sully in his sights!? We’re so close to finishing this!”

It was as if his words fell on ears stuffed with cotton, as an annoyed Ardmore lifted her metallic arm with a huff “—just shut up—” and shot Prager through the forehead.

His body fell limp onto the floor with a crunch as his hallowed skull cracked from the force.

“No!!!” Z-dog shouted before her brains spitted out her skull.

The rest of the Recoms were executed the same way, bodies toppling over. Mansk was shot through the back of his head by a soldier he didn’t see coming. Now his black sunglasses splintered from the hole that gaped where his eye should be. Spider almost made a noise before you caught him in a hug, diverting his eyes from the massacre.

Shocked, your ears turned flat in horror at what you just saw.

Prager

Fucking Prager you shared a stupid kiss with in the half-finished, half-assed Recom issued barracks.

Everyone was dead….

"We need to go," you whispered to the kid, who you felt was shaking.

He peered up and softly nodded his head ‘ok’ before you were making your way to find somewhere to exit this ship of growing nightmares. But as you were sneaking behind crates and various machinery, your tail happened to be so cruel by accidently hitting a metal barrel, disturbing the air with a low vibration.

A soldier spotted you and bellowed, “Na’vi!”

"Run!" You pushed Spider forward away from a thwack of bullets that shot through the metal beams close by, clanking and sparking as they ricocheted.

You were too big to be agile, as the space around you dwindled from the encroaching soldiers following closely behind, limiting the places where you could escape to. But Spider wasn’t challenged, slipping easily past all the works and nooks making you happy that he could get away.

"Come on!" He shouted, an encouraging hand waving for you to follow.

“Shit!” You spat as you ran and dodged what you could, feeling your skin burst open on your arm as a bullet grazed through the tissue.

When you managed to find cover, leaning your back against a wall, you frantically looked around for Spider, who you had lost in the skirmish.

Fuck!

You had to keep moving, so you said a quick prayer before pealing yourself off the wall, holding your bleeding arm, and climbing up a stairwell to the upper deck. The breeze was a small relief allowing you to catch a break for your fatigued lungs, until you heard the click of a rifle. Slowly, you faced the source of the noise and saw Lyle. His focus was serious, gun unshaken.

“Lyle…” you said carefully.

“You killed them,” his voice broke.

Your hand dug into your arm as you tried to stop the bleeding slipping through your fingers, lifting the other in your defense before you argued pleadingly, “I haven’t had a weapon since my capture and if I did, why the fuck would I kill my friends!?”

You could see the falter in the Corporal’s eyes despite his finger never leaving the trigger.

“Please…Ardmore…she…”

That seemed to cause Lyle’s chest to heave strongly as he made his judgement, shaking his chin as he didn’t want to believe your words. But before he could lay his bullets in you, something massive hit the ship again, sending you flying overboard into the water.

You pried your soaked self out of the waves, spitting the sea from your mouth. The rocks under your hands were slippery as you made your way up the wet surface. Then the sky began to dim, eclipse creating a crescent of light as the planets slowly shut out the sun. Looking over to the SeaDragon, the damage was severe. Smoke rose from the engines with fire beginning to engulf the framework. That was when you noticed a Tulkun carrying away Lo'ak and Neteyam by the fin. They were alive. They were safe…but you still couldn't see Spider anywhere.

You hissed when the pain in your arm rang through your muscle, pulsating hot, making you take your eyes off the Sully boys and onto your pierced skin. Tugging off your shirt, baring your torso save for a sports bra and soaked bandages, you wrapped your arm, using your teeth to tug and secure the fabric tightly. A groan reverberated through your lungs at the bruising pull around your arm, blood slowing to a trickle, but your moment of exhaustion diminished when your eyes fell onto the demon that brought you so much agony.

You glared through your brow watching Ardmore before eyes widened when you saw what she had in her grip. A glimpse of Spider’s blonde locks startled you.

No…

He struggled and yanked in her hold being tugged along roughly until they walked out of view.

You couldn’t let the General live another day, even if it meant that this night could be your last, you wanted her dead. Gathering your rage and picking yourself up on shaky legs, you dived back into the ocean.

Night was here and you were ready to hunt.

Eywa give me strength.

~

Emerging from the water with careful silence, you climbed into death’s mouth. Bodies littered the SeaDragon deck, one catching your attention. It was Ja. Patting through his clothes, you found a sizable knife. Continuing over the mess, fire blazed around you so warm that your skin cooked under the heat. Everything was loud and chaotic as the whole ship screamed while its framework and gears broke apart. This had you thrilled, even feeling blessed, because you knew Ardmore couldn’t get away.

Then you came upon a distant clanking echo. As you advanced toward the sound, you saw the dark outline of a small body. Fidgeting with his restraints, Spider was tied to a railing. He grunted and swore under his breath until he noticed you running to him.

“No! It’s a trap!” Your knife sliced through the orange handcuffs as he shouted.

You didn’t listen, more focused on being glad that he was live, a little scratched, but alive, briefly kissing his fuzzy hair. Then Ardmore sprang from above out of the shadows with a roar, spear colliding with the metal floor where you once kneeled, dodging her attack thanks to your better hearing.

“Spider, GO!” you yelled. “NOW!!!”

Without hesitation, he listened and dashed away, jumping into the black sea with flashlight in hand.

The General adjusted herself in her Skel Suit, straightening her form, gripping hard against a double-bladed spear. It looked custom made for killing larger pray…for killing Na’vi.

“I was hoping for Jake, but you’ll do. Either way, they’ll come…one for his whore, the other to kill,” she taunted.

Lifting the hand that held Ja’s knife, your fangs bared themselves followed by a low, vicious hiss as you challenged the tiny human needing a metal skeleton to match your strength. The fingers wrapped around the handle of your blade readjusted and curled tighter preparing, your other hand balling into a fist in front of you as counterbalance.

“I’m gonna butcher you…then when I’m done, I’ll kill your whole family starting with that little brat!” Ardmore seethed.

With the wrath of a taronyu, a mother, a mate, you barreled toward the enemy, Sylway’s spirit making your legs bolt fast like you were flying.

~

Spider gasped and propelled his legs and arms to keep him afloat, clambering onto some rocks. Laying down on his back, he could feel the rapid pulse of his heartbeat in his stomach.

"Spider!" Miles cried out.

The kid shot up. Finally, someone who wasn’t trying to kill him.

"Are you alright!?” The Recom searched the boy for any wounds.

“(Y/N)! She’s alive! Ardmore! It was her! She—she—! Prager’s dead—they’re all dead! She killed them all!” Spider stammered, still recovering from the tiring swim.

"What the hell are you saying, kid!?"

Gulping down some more air, Spider yelled, “Ardmore killed them! Mansk, Z-dog, Prager, Lopez! (Y/N) is still on the ship—she got between me and Ardmore so I could get away! She’s gonna die!”

Miles ground his teeth. Everything he lived for, everything he was told to be, the human legacy of Quaritch he was meant to preserve, felt bitter and alien. The Recombinants were commodified and expendable. Miles shook his head, patting his vest to see how much ammo he had left to find nothing, so he unsheathed his blade and took a deep breath.

Focus.

“Spider, where is she?” he asked firmly.

“She’s on the weld deck, near the moonpool.”

Spider’s eyes filled with concern as he noticed the calculating look that Miles was giving the distance, watching the burning SeaDragon. From where the Recom stood there was movement in the distance that directed his attention from the ship, over the black ocean, to a small cluster of boulders. Jake and his family huddled together recovering from the battle. A bold and stupid idea formed in the Recom’s mind.

“You’re crazy…” the kid said honestly, a little fearful.

“You got any better ideas,” he responded.

After a brief swim, Spider and Miles came upon a stretch of rocks that would be their pathway to approaching the Sully family. The kid went ahead to be a friendly face before the Recom would expose himself to whatever anger Jake and his wife held toward him. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t terrified, heart pounding in his chest at this insane move.

“He’s what—!?” Jake yelled at the kid.

Then Neytiri hissed, drawing her bow, as Miles made his way very carefully over the slippery rocks, palms empty in the air.

“Wait!” Spider pleaded.

Jake stepped forward with rifle pointed.

“Take one step closer���!” he warned.

Keeping his hands up, Miles breathed a little slower, finding the right words.

“I need your help. They have (Y/N).” His tail curved down, slightly tucking between his leg, hearing the clinking of the rifle trigger ready to fire through him any second.

Worry in her eyes, Neytiri’s ears curved back before she turned her head at her mate. Hearing that you were in danger, after too long being separated, made her want to run and kill every single human who dared touch you. She wanted you home.

Tuk whimpered your name, hugging a little tight around Kiri. The rest of the Sully children’s faces etched with fear for your wellbeing.

“You can kill me when this is over…just please…save her…help me save her,” Miles steadily begged.

“Why the hell do you care about someone you held hostage for months!?” Jake couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Because he loves her…” Kiri’s soft voice spoke up.

The small comment from his daughter had Jake looking back at her and then to Miles, studying the way the Recom’s eyes fell shut with his lips tightening, almost afraid to hear the words that bound him to you spoken aloud.

Neytiri shot a look at Miles. Jake only released some air with a subtly of irony playing at the edge of his lips. He must’ve truly looked like a demon from where he held his hands up in the shadows. The only source of light on him was the burning flames of the SeaDragon reflecting off his shiny skin that appeared navy in the dim light. Spider then stood in the space between Jake and the Recom.

“Saving her life, that’s all that matters,” the boy added.

“Dad…” Kiri placed a small hand on her father’s shoulder, head tilting as she studied the Recom.

There was something in those eyes of the young Na’vi Miles couldn’t quiet place. She could see the change in him. She understood what he needed from Jake.

“Then let’s get it done,” Jake answered.

~

Your one lid swelled over your eye, covering your vision. You had fought hard, dodging the General’s attacks until she had managed to slice through your calf that made it difficult to move. Then she had you under her, using her metal hands to punch your face until you submitted, mouth filling with blood and staining your teeth.

Legs long collapsed from fatigue, you slouched against the pole your hands were currently locked together around. Your ear perked up when you heard the whirring of Ardmore’s Skel Suit as she steadied herself behind you. Her men stood guard anxious. All they had to do was wait.

“They’ll come…one for his whore, the other to kill.” Her words played inside your head over and over, making you grind your jaw tightly as the blood from your nose and forehead dripped over your face.

Then you heard screaming in the distance.

The killing had begun.

Ardmore motioned for her men to advance and fight, leaving fewer soldiers at her disposal. You smiled weakly, teeth red, thinking it funny how she’d run out of men sooner or later in her desperation to weed out Jake from the darkness.

Eventually, only five men stood with the General, ready to piss themselves.

Your heart beat faster when you saw Miles tossing a dead man aside as he approached the weld deck, blood speckled along his skin and face.

“Hold your fire!” Ardmore vocalized.

The Recom halted his stride, knife in hand dripping with blood.

“You betrayed me, Colonel.”

The only response Miles gave to the General’s comment was with a swipe from the back of his wrist over his dirty mouth, cleaning the gore off his face.

“I know you’re infatuated with this one—” she yanked your head back by the braid causing you to whine “—now all I must do is wait. You came for her…Jake will come for you. Hell, I might even get a kick watching you two fight.”

“Anyone who still has an ounce of self-preservation left in them: RUN.” Miles’ tone was stern and commanding over the blistering air, sparks flying from the crumbling debris.

It was funny how title and rank meant nothing when the odds stacked unevenly against selfish men. The remaining soldiers that stood around the General fled for their lives, believing in their own best interest before sacrificing themselves for a lost cause.

“Get back here!” Ardmore screamed, but it was too late. She was alone.

Miles then took a step.

“Don’t test me!” she seethed.

The sting of a blade pressed firmly into your throat as your head was held back uncomfortably by the lone woman’s metallic grip on your hair. But then the presence of the knife left you neck unexpectedly, only for your eyes to widen as you felt your braid being pulled taut.

You felt the whole world still, your whole body frozen.

Ardmore placed her blade at the underside of your braid near your scalp.

“If I don’t get to have Jake, you don’t get to have her,” the woman heckled.

“Just kill her!” you yelled, head painfully tugged when you spoke.

“Stop!” Jake hollered as he hurtled himself over some cargo. “Let her go, and you can have me!”

“We can do this another way!” Miles shouted at him,

“Do you love her or not!?”

The Recom was taken aback before he realized his pause.

“Yes, I do,” he answered evenly.

An arrow shot through Ardmore from behind. She stumbled forward, letting your hair go, gasping as she peered down at the massive arrow head stuck through her chest. Then another sliced into her body, this time causing her to completely lose control of her footing and faceplant into the deck. Her blood pooled under her while she took her last breath.

Neytiri jogged into the light, hissing at the dead body, before turning to you and cutting your restraints with her knife. You were weak, falling into her arms. She hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you, Great Mother!” she praised.

Finding enough strength to stand with the aid of your sister, you found yourself pushing away from Neytiri gently as your feet shuffled you to your mate.

Miles grabbed hold of you tightly with a hand cradling the back of your head. You cried into his chest. He found your lips and kissed you repeatedly before picking you up and carrying you away.

He had you.

You were safe.

It was over.

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Mansk with his Chubby Human Female SO

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I just love him so much. Requested by @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed 🤗 (Connecting some of the ideas with my original Mansk SO hcs) Also I gotta mention Lopez in the background always raising his arms and cheering, like.. could he get any more adorable?

He was intrigued by the food that had gradually gotten better and better in the chow hall, so he'd worked up his courage to go talk to the head chef, you.

When he went into the kitchen, it was after mealtime, and everybody was cleaning up their spaces. You were in the corner, looking high and low for the item you needed for the next day.

Stress worked its way through you as you realized it was on the highest shelf and you planted your hands on your hips as you contemplated how best to get it down. A blue hand stretched over your head, reaching for it and carefully passing it to you.

He started coming to the kitchen every night, slowly opening up to you and your coworkers. He helped clean and prep food for the next day and became a part of the team.

He was so nervous to ask you out, unsure if you liked him or were just being kind. That only made him more surprised when he showed up and you thrust a box into his face. When he opened it to find a "Kiss the Cook" apron and saw your bright red face, he blushed to match. You stood there awkwardly together until you pulled him down to press your lips to his.

Loves to help out in the kitchen as much as he can

Has a primal need to make sure you're well fed. Especially adores your tummy because it shows he's doing his job right.

Ears wiggle happily when you compliment his food. Same with the tail.

Adores your curves and the way you fill out your formal dress or jumpsuit for the military ball.

Needs you in his lap with his arm around your waist, especially around the other recoms. Will subtly mark his territory.

Loves how soft your thighs are. Your lap is his favorite place to sleep and where he feels the safest.

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One night in the kitchen, you kept brushing against him, turning around with your hand up to tap his thigh but ended up grabbing him because you were looking in the other direction.

Cue a very horny Mansk. He just needed to get you alone by then.

100% guaranteed to scoop you up, mutter goodbye to the rest of the crew and then rush down to your room.

Whenever you wear a dress, he loves to slowly push the straps down and kiss all over your shoulders and across your clavicles

Falls back on the bed and gets so shy at that point so you grab his chin and tell him to put his cock in you.

The first time you ever took charge, his body shivered all over and he came as soon as he got inside you.

Loves cockwarming especially first thing in the morning. When you wake up before your alarms, he brings you down on top of him, holding you against him. Growly moans whenever you squeeze around him.

Thiiighhhh worship! Will stay between your legs overstimulating you just to keep them wrapped around his ears.

Whines quietly when you're around the other recoms and you stroke his ears. Constantly adjusts when you grab the end of his tail and wrap it around your arm. He hides it well most days but he is gone for you by the simplest touch.

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