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shu-box-puns · 2 years ago

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I would never have given you to them; not for anything.

(Tsu’tey x Reader)

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Summary: The na'vi say, every person is born twice.

Word Count: 9035

Reader uses they/them pronouns.

NOTE: The term 'Zaza' is a gender neutral way to address a parental figure.

Mo’at allowed Tsu’tey to stew in her tent until eclipse. And for that, he was grateful.

He couldn’t stomach the idea of facing the clan right now. Or Jake for that matter. Eywa, he hadn’t lost his temper that badly in years. And now he was drained. His eyes stung and his shoulders heavy. All his thrashing had upset the carefully applied mourning paint weaving down his body, which he would have to fix soon. But only when he had the strength to move.

The demon wearing a warped replica of his mate’s face still taunted his most recent memories. Anger still curdled his stomach, but it was not as hot now. More subdued. More aimed at whatever unnatural methods the Sky People had used to create it.

Groaning to himself, the Olo’eyktan dropped his head back into his hands, fingers pushing at the pain between his eyes. Failing to relieve the ache.

Why was this happening to him? To his People? Had they not suffered enough the first time the Sky People had invaded?

First the stars fell and the Sky People returned, forcing the Omaticaya clan to leave their new village and retreat to the floating mountains. And now long dead ghosts were appearing in the forests, attempting to steal his son. The bastards.

Mo’at cleared her throat, the rustle of the curtain signalling her return from dinner. Jerking his head out of his hands, Tsu’tey frowned at the flakes of mourning paint that had come off from the rubbing. Absently, he wiped the evidence on his thigh, eyes straying to Mo’at as she strutted over to him. His ears pinned guiltily at the leaf of food she presented like a peace offering.

<”Thank you, Tsahik.”> He whispered, taking the food from her with shaking hands. Even that was draining.

The woman merely dipper her head in acknowledgement, choosing not to comment when he obediently lowered the food into his lap but did not dig in. Even the thought of eating at a time like this turned his stomach. He felt too raw to act like nothing had happened.

Mo’at seemed to know, she always did, and turned her back to him, relieving him of her usually piercing gaze. With the wisdom of her station, she kept her options to herself as Tsu’tey stewed, instead choosing to kneel beside the low fire. Sparks spat and hissed as she added more kindling, watching the tongues of fire leap and grow before she added some larger twigs.

There was that set to her shoulders, the tell she had passed down to Neytiri when she wanted to voice her opinion but did not want to force someone’s hand. When she wanted to allow them to figure it out first, or start the conversation. Mo’at was a good Tsahik because of it.

She had been kind in the years following his mate’s death. Supportive of Tsu’tey’s grief whilst practically taking over leading the people when he found it took hard to roll out of his hammock during those earlier days. She had practically adopted Spider on sight, and had taken to babysitting him whilst Tsu’tey got himself together. He knew he would not be where he was today without her guidance.

<”What is it?”> Tsu’tey finally asked, when Mo’at remained steady in her silence.

The Tsahik peered at him over her shoulder, her expression neutral even if her eyes swam with an untold grief and uncertainty.

<”Speak your mind Mo’at.”> Tsu’tey encouraged. She had never held her tongue before, he would hate for her to do it now.

Mo’at’s tail jumped, before she turned back to the fire, appearing busy. <”Eywa has blessed you with a beautiful gift, you know.”> She stated simply in a tone Tsu’tey could not decipher. A weight clutched Tsu’tey’s lungs in its unforgiving grasp, punching a sad snort from him. He could not disagree more.

Mo’at was not discouraged. <”The Great Mother has returned your mate to you. She is not usually so generous.”> <”That is NOT my mate!”> Tsu’tey growled through gritted teeth, the declaration punching through him with renewed fury. <”That is a puppet. Made unnaturally by the Sky People, not by Eywa!”>

Mo’at turned to him slowly, her knees still facing the fire, but her eyes glowing with a look that mirrored how Tsu’tey felt. <”Perhaps you are right.”> The Tsahik said in a tone that indicated she did not believe he was right at all. <”Or perhaps, this situation is not so black and white. Perhaps not every is as it seems.”>

<”It does not matter.”> Tsu’tey told her dismissively, <”the People would not welcome a Demon back into their ranks.”> He knew he was deflecting, trying to use the clan as an excuse instead of his won turmoil. Somehow, it felt safer; even if lying had always been a foreign concept to him.

<”The People thought they would never welcome a human into their ranks either.”> Mo’at narrated, eyes wistful with memories of a simpler time. <”But now we share camp with scientists. You yourself took a human mate and Jake-Sully walks freely among us. As a clan, we have changed.”>

<”What are you trying to say? Speak plainly.”>

There was a moment of stillness, only disrupted by the unpredictable sway of the flames.

<”I would kill to be in your position right now, Tsu’tey.”>

Any retort that might have been brewing on his tongue was immediately dashed. He could not respond. The tight vice of emotion in his throat choked the words from him.

Mo’at seemed to deflate, her usual spark dwindling. The beads of her shawl clinked softly as she picked up a stick and stoked the fire.

<”Eytukan, has been with the ancestors for fifteen years now.”> She said, and Tsu’tey listened as he always had. Like they always listened to one another when reminiscing on the people that had been lost or stolen from them. <”Eywa allows me time to hold and hear him, but he does not walk beside us. I miss him with everything I am.”>

Tsu’tey winced sympathetically. He shared this pain. And until a few hours ago, he had been in a similar mindset.

Carefully, he set his leaf down to the side and shuffled closer. Resting his hand lightly on Mo’at’s shoulder. She raised her face to the tent ceiling, leaning into his touch and gathering herself. Her back jumped under Tsu’tey’s fingers at her shaky inhale.

Then she turned to him, fully. Her expression was determined. Those wizened old hands clutching his own in their strong grasp.

<”The Great Mother has a reason for everything she does.”> Right now, it was the Tsahik addressing him, not Mo’at who had always been like a mother to him. <”She does not guide without reason. She does not create without intent. For whatever reason your mate walks again, it is of Her doing, and we must honour it.”> <”How?”> <”Return them to High Camp.”> The Tsahik instructed him. <”By whatever means, return them to us. Set aside your grief and be the hunter I know you to be.”>

Tsu’tey could feel himself nodding. It wasn’t acceptance of the situation, but it was an attempt at internal peace. A moment of reprieve, in which he could push aside his personal feelings and hide behind the mantle of Olo’eyktan again.

<”One step at a time, child. You have been angry for so long, it is time to start healing.”>

He was far from a child. The world had taken too much for him to be considered as such. Pandora had sculpted him into one of the best hunters of his clan, had supported him through his grief and grown him into a strong Olo’eyktan.

And yet, it still hurt. The dull pain that used to be background static in his mind had been yanked forward. The battle worn scar harshly slashed open to allow fresh waves of pain to hurt him as if nothing had changed. As if time had not dulled the pain and made him more resistant to it.

It felt like a betrayal when his eyes flickered down to his wrist. To the brown beaded bracelet that had once been worn as a choker, partially hidden by his wrist guard.

Tsu’tey’s ears rose tall as hurried footsteps rapidly approached the entrance to the Tsahik’s tent. The woman in question perked as Jake-Sully shoved his way into the tent, Neytiri piling in not a moment afterwards.

<”What is it?”> Mo’at demanded, rising to her feet before Tsu’tey could gather his barings.

<”It’s Neteyam.”> Jake-Sully blurted, his hand hovering at the communications collar as he swallowed loudly. <”The kids. All of them went with him to deliver the recom to a safe location-”> <”Spit it out!”>

<”The kids lost them. They slipped away.”>

Mo’at shifted uneasily, all earlier tenderness swept away in her agitation. <”And? Quickly now, I know that is not all. We know the recom did not intend the children harm.”> Jake-Sully was breathing too hard to continue, so Neytiri jumped in, her panic evident. <”There are more Demons in the forest. Sweeping the undergrowth.”>

Tsu’tey was on his feet before she had finished, in a heartbeat, his bow was in hand and he stepped out from behind Mo’at. His previously dormant anger was bubbling again, making it hard to speak as he rounded the fire and strode confidently for the tent’s entrance.

The Tsahik grabbed his arm before he could leave. <”I See your pain, child.”> She reassured him, <”but do not allow it to blind you. I trust you will return with everyone in one piece.”>

He nodded, words beyond his grasp, and she let him go.

Jake-Sully fell into step with him, Neytiri falling into a brief conversation with her mother before following them to the ikrans.

<”Is Spider with them?”> Tsu’tey croaked, to which Jake-Sully nodded glumly as he paused to check his ammunition for the gun slung off his shoulder.

<”What is the plan Olo’eyktan?”> <”Retrieve our children. Kill any of them that try to stop us.”> Judging by the dangerous grin Neytiri shot him, she whole-heartedly agreed with his plan.

>_<

The moment you got an opportunity, you slipped away.

With the shock of what had just transpired turning you numb, it was easy to slip into marine-mode as your old comrades used to refer to it.

Tuning out the bickering of the children - the children being all of Jake and Neytiri’s brood who had stealthily followed Neteyam’s ikran, much to the older boy’s annoyance and Spider - you made a swift and clean escape. Or at least, as clean as an escape can be when your wrists are bound and you’re trying to abseil down the side of a very tall tree using nothing but a vine and core strength.

<”I told you three to remain with the clan!”> Neteyam groaned in exasperation, to which Lo’ak immediately responded with something sarcastic and whitty that earned him another growl from Neteyam.

Their voices quickly grew muffled the lower you got, only their ikran paying you any attention with their weirdly intelligent eyes. Thankfully, none of the kids were still bonded to them, so the mounts noticing you didn’t automatically make the children notice you.

Within moments, your toes were touching down on soft grass, and you were another step free. Your chest twinged at the thought, as you reluctantly recalled the expressions of the People. The same People you had thought to be your salvation, only this morning. Many of their faces you recognised, despite the clear ways time had changed them, but many you did not. Regardless of all your training, your ears still rang from the volume of Tsu’tey’s tortured screams, your heart still hurt from the hatred in which he looked upon your new form. Stomach twisting, you thought of Neytiri’s harsh treatment, starkly contrasted by Mo’at’s weary questioning.

It was clear, they were not the people you had fought and died alongside, but mere phantoms of a past that felt like only yesterday. Despite having been back on Pandora for a little under a week, the events that led up to the burning of HomeTree felt vivid and recent. You could still see the colossal structure burning as your colleagues held their breaths. Could still feel the horrible ache for what the clan had lost.

The rage that had awakened in you only burned brighter as Quaritch threw Grace, Norm and Jake in jail, before turning his sights on the Tree of Souls. It festered behind your ribs as you helped Trudy free the trio. It clawed at the back of your throat as you watched their helicopter tear across the tarmac before soaring high into the stars and disappearing from view. The rage turned cold as you had turned your back and slipped back into the building and back into Quaritch’s good graces.

There, you had been called into the Colonel’s office and told - alongside your squad - about Project Phoenix. You had been hungry for knowledge that could aid the People then, and you had gladly signed the contract and slipped into the link unit, already planning on which coordinates to send Trudy to pick you up from.

And that was where your previous memories ceased.

The evidence of that decision manifested itself in your blue skin and sudden growth spurt. It reflected back at you from the anguished expressions of your loved ones.

What remained of that rage had finally spluttered and died between your ribs when Tsu’tey had raised his knife to you. Whatever spite had fueled your actions and encouraged you to flee Bridgehead had evaporated. Leaving your eyes vacant and your limbs heavy.

That was no longer your home. They were no longer your friends. Tsu’tey was not your mate. And whatever relationship you had had with Spider was not long dead and gone.

You were not the person they grieved, but a living phantom. A sick figure of the past who should have remained there.

<”Oi, you!”> Lo’ak’s voice echoed between the tree, startling you from your spiral. Stupidly, you turned your head skywards, to find all five children staring down at you in confusion. <”When did you get down there?”> <”Climbed.”> You very helpfully replied, whilst kicking yourself for getting caught in your head instead of running away.

Oh yeah, you were supposed to be escaping.

In a matter of breaths, you turned on your heels and threw yourself into a run.

<”Hey! Wait!”> One of the children yelled after you, but you were done waiting. You were finished with biding your time. In plotting and scheming just to live. Just this once, you were going to be obvious. You were going to put yourself first and get as much distance from the clan as you physically could.

You could hear them following you in the trees. Cursing and yelling to one another as you wove around plants and chose random intervals to change direction in an attempt to shake them off your trail. The uneven ground was hard to navigate, but your adrenaline high didn’t seem to care. Your body on autopilot.

Every panicked stride taking your cursed existence further and further from the hearts and minds of the Omaticaya. With any luck, you would disappear from their lives entirely.

Their reactions flashed behind your eyelids now, your stomach twisting into tight knots at their expressions. It had been foolish to expect acceptance. To think that you could salvage the wreckage of your old life as if time hadn’t marched on in your absence. These were not the people you once knew.

Jake and Neytiri had a family now. Kids you had never had the chance to watch grow.

Tsu’tey had adopted a child. A human child. He had moved on. Any interactions you had with him from here on out would only reopen old wounds. Best to get away now, before you become a permanent memory instead of a phantom of the past.

You didn’t know where you were going. Just that you couldn’t afford to stay here. For all you knew, you were blindly stumbling into the jaws of your second demise. Perhaps Eywa had a palulukan with your name on it.

You had no knife. No survival gear. No squad.

Even if you wanted to return to the RDA for some stupid reason, you couldn’t. You had seen too much. Walking back into that prison with the knowledge you possessed was as bad as storming into General Ardmore’s office and drawing her a detailed map with one of her fancy pens.

The Omaticaya may not be your family anymore, but you would not throw them to the wolves-

The ground abruptly disappeared from beneath your foot. Your stomach lurched as you pitched forward. Hands straining against their cuffs, you uselessly tore at thin ferns as the ground rolled out from under you and you found yourself hurtling down a cliff face. Grabbing at the undergrowth was futile. The roots were either too weak or the leafed vines slipping painfully through your fingers. It was futile, trying to grasp an overhanging vine or catch yourself on a rock, but you tried anyway, only for the ground to catch you before you could effectively slow your descent.

The impact knocked the wind from your lungs, leaving you to groan breathlessly as you stared blankly up at a cloudy sky.

God, what a day. What a horribly emotional, nightmare of a day. What you would give to go back a week and start over. Better yet, what would you give to go back fifteen years and never sign that stupid contract?

At least your bones were reinforced now, or you would surely have broken several ribs or at least the arm you landed weirdly on. Head thumping back into the moss, you stilled as your eyes caught on an unnatural purple glow emitting from the centre of the bowl of cliffs. Tilting your head back, your throat tightened at the sight of the Tree of Souls standing proudly on its earthy throne, its glowing, willow like vines swaying on a soft breeze.

You had never seen the Tree in person as a human. Only ever in images taken from the skies. Or on the screens of scientists greedily trying to learn everything they could about the tree that lay at the centre of na’vi culture. A site that was sacred to the People. And very much not somewhere you would want to be found, with a pissed off Olo’eyktan intent on landing you a fatal blow.

The thought of Tsu’tey somehow finding you and becoming even more murderous had you clumsily rolling onto your stomach and pushing yourself to your feet. The moss was spongy beneath your sore toes, glowing a magnificent turquoise when you relieved it of your weight.

Heart in your throat, you turned your back to the tree in hopes of finding the entrance to the Well of Souls. If you recall correctly, there was a sloped trail that meandered down into the bowl. Stumbling along the walls of the cliffs, you tried to ignore the unspoken beckoning of the tree. Your kuru tingled at the base of your skull. A current of electricity travelling down the sensitive cord as if someone were trailing a finger down the skin beneath the braided hair.

Some instinct that wasn’t your own, knew the sensation would be elevated if you connected to the Tree.

Of course, because you had common sense and knew nothing about what that would do to your mind, you continued to scan the cliff faces for an exit.

The tingling abruptly cut off when you stumbled across an uneven patch of earth dotted in blooming flowers. Your toes thrummed with something unnatural where they touched the disturbed earth, the moss thinner here, as if it had been disturbed some time ago but hadn’t quite managed to heal.

It was a grave, you realised with a tight bob of your throat.

No, it was a pair of graves. One fresher than the other. Too small to be the resting places of na’vi.

They were human graves. Neatly dug rectangles that the Well of Souls had begun to reclaim and conceal.

There were no headstones. Only names carved into the cliff face at the head of each plot of disturbed earth. The older one carried an inscription that was weather worn, with lichen growing in the grooves formed by a sharp blade.

‘Jake Sully’

Heart hammering, your gaze flicked to the fresher carving. Though old, it looked to have been cleaned recently, unlike Jake’s grave which was on the verge of disappearing like a bad memory.

Your name stared back at you.

It was odd really, to be looking down at your own grave. Knowing that beneath your feet lay the skeletal remains of your human form on a bed of soft brown earth with sun lilies waving about its head. It was weird to know that that version of you lay resting within Eywa’s embrace, finally at peace with no goal for tomorrow and no pinch of regret for yesterday. Ignorant to the fact that everything beyond laying down in the link unit fifteen years ago, every adventure and your glorious demise, was not lost to you.

Who had brought you here? Who had tended to your wound or ailment? Who had prepared your vulnerable body to return be sent Eywa, uncertain if the Great Mother would even take you? Had they laid you to rest beside Jake’s soulless form, under the false hope that it would keep you company even whilst in the cold embrace of death.

More importantly, what had put you here? What had killed you? It had not yet been long enough for time to have dealt you a mortal blow, nor did the diseases of Pandora threaten human forms.

Had your death been dramatic? Cradled in the loving embrace of someone who begged you not to depart. Or had you been alone? Gasping for breath but finding no relief, wishing for the pain to stop and for Eywa to take you already.

The snap of a twig had your ears perking and your mind snapping out of its self-pitying spiral. You stepped away from the graves, tail straightening as you became painfully aware of your vulnerable situation. Booted footsteps echoed around the bowl of cliffs as a lone figure messily descended the concealed slope that led into the heart of the Well of Souls. You expected one of Pandora’s horrors or an RDA machine to explode across the open space.

Instead, a single Recom stepped out from behind a wall of cliff, moving methodically across the moss, his gun loaded and angled in front of him. Your gaze caught on the sunglasses firmly sat upon his nose, leaving you to stare dumbly at him as pure relief washed over his expression. Mansk’s face lit up, ears wiggling as he unleashed a hysterical laugh.

You jumped as the sound echoed around the Well of Souls.

“We thought we lost you!” He exclaimed, picking up his pace as he approached. You tried your best to return his enthusiasm, forcing your tail to stiffly begin wagging as the man approached.

“I got lost.” You chuckled dryly. “Ended up losing half my gear on the way.”

He grinned, wide and toothy. “We thought the na’vi got you.”

“Almost.” You joked, lifting your bound wrists for him to focus on.

Mansk shook his head fondly. “You always were a slippery one.” He mused, allowing his gun to swing back on his strap as he pulled a utility knife from his belt. His movements were confident as his large, five fingered hand gripped your forearm before he effortlessly cut the vines binding you.

You nodded gratefully, immediately moving to rub the sensation back into them. Mansk’s expression was unreadable when his hand fell to your shoulder, squeezing encouragingly. “Let's get you home. I’ll radio the chopper and we’ll get you back to Bridgehead in time for dinner.” Mansk promised as he pulled back, expression still bright. It made your stomach twist with unimaginable guilt. “You’re filthy. Bet you can’t wait for a warm shower.”

You forced a laugh as your stomach twisted with indescribably guilt.

Your disloyalty towards the RDA had never been because of your colleagues, and strongly towards the company itself. Which only served to cover your tongue in something sour at Mansk’s easy acceptance of your presence. Unknowingly, he was attempting to lead a hornet straight back into the beehive, and you were half tempted to let him.

Anger was reigniting low in your belly. Similar to the rage you’d felt when HomeTree fell. The kind of fury that made you want to watch the world burn. To lead the facility to ruin from the inside before letting yourself join it in its destruction.

In truth, you didn’t want to return to Bridgehead with its low ceilings and loud equipment. But what choice did you have?

Na’vi lived in clans to survive. You were a marine, but you doubted you’d last long out here on your own, whereas the other forest clans would no doubt shoot you on sight for your attire.

Mansk unexpectedly went rigid in front of you, hand frozen on his ear piece. Your gaze snapped up to him, reading the tension in his face, the widening of his eyes behind his glasses.

“Na’vi.” He whispered.

“Mansk?”

“Na’vi!” He blurted, abruptly sweeping you aside with one enormous arch of his arm, effectively shoving you behind him before he dropped his utility knife and scrambled for his gun.

Instinctively, you snatched up his fallen knife, but fell short of plunging it into his turned back, by the sight of Lo’ak standing threateningly by the sloped entrance to the Well of Souls. The kid was tense, eyes snapping from Mansk to you, whilst he held his knife by his side, concealing it with his body.

“At ease.” You soothed, hoping to discourage the marine from firing on sight, but Mansk was already shaking his head.

“Fuck no. These things travel in packs, if there’s one, there’s bound to be a whole squad nearby.”

From the undergrowth, you heard Neteyam yell, <”LO’AK GET BACK HERE!”>

Mansk lurched at the order but did not fire. His hands shook but he tried to school his face into something more neutral as he stared down Lo’ak.

Lo’ak who easily said, <”no,”> to his older brother and took another, slow menacing step towards the armed recom. God, all you could see was Jake’s childish defiance in his every movement. The naivety of a child believing they were invincible. “The hell is it saying?” Mansk demanded, his hands shaking on his weapon.

Lo’ak tipped his head up defiantly at his words, before saying in broken English, “you should not be here.”

Mansk jumped at his accented words, body tensing further as he instinctively pressed down on the trigger. Lo’ak barely managed to duck back behind the wall of rock as bullets tore up the moss he’d previously been standing on.

Heart pounding in your chest, you instinctively swung your knife hand up, slamming the hilt hard into Mansk’s temple. He cried out, losing his balance from the strike and falling heavily to his knees and elbows. His gun remained close to his body by the strap over his shoulder.

“Are you out of your mind?” Mansk shrieked, voice kicking up several octaves. “They’re na’vi!” He yelled, as if that was supposed to make you falter. “They killed us.”

“You should not instigate violence here!” You snapped, bending at the waist with all your teeth bared. “This place is sacred.” Mansk opened and closed his mouth several times. His shades had slipped down his nose, revealing large, accusatory eyes. They flickered from your wild expression to the Tree of Souls looming over your shoulder.

“You can’t be serious.” He scoffed. “We thought you’d left all this treehugger crap behind.” “You assumed wrong.” You corrected him, “now put the gun down. Pandora will not take kindly to more ruin of its sacred sites.”

Mansk spluttered at that. “Are you even hearing yourself right now?” He demanded, “they’ve killed hundreds of us. Good soldiers. Good people. I’ve lost so many friends to these fuckers.” “And the na’vi have lost families, homes, territory. The humans aren’t the victims here!”

“Why do you say it like that?” “Like what?” “Like you’re something else.” Mansk blurted, “we’re still human Private.” He argued, tone bordering on hysterical. “Turning blue didn’t change that.” It was your turn to scoff. “Stop being delusional. We signed our humanity away the moment we touched pens to that blasted contract.”

Something seemed to click for him. “You’re one of them.” It didn’t sound like an accusation.

You straightened, knife still clutched tightly in your dominant hand. No words sprang to mind to protect yourself as you glared down at the marine sprawled in the moss at your bare feet. Even decked out in full military attire, he looked more na’vi than human. And you looked even more like one of the People, but not enough. Not enough to blend in with them. To be accepted.

“I am not.” You told him truthfully. “Well you’re sure as hell not one of us.”

“Is that so?” “You’re a traitor.” “Perhaps.”

He barked a short laugh. High pitched and hysterical. He was already shaking his head as he scrambled backwards, putting distance between you, as if your feeble knife would do anything against the monster of a gun currently nestled in his lap.

“How long?” He demanded. You tilted her head in confusion and he sucked in a desperate breath. “How long have you been working for them?” Against your better judgement, the corner of your mouth kicked up. “It was nothing personal.” “How long!” He cut in, still backing away, still trembling. “Have you been lying to me? To our entire squad? To the people who have laid down their lives to watch your back.” You breathed out a long breath. “Don’t think I can count back that far.” You admitted, watching the hope drain out of him at the admission. “I mean.” Another stolen moment to do the maths. “Since before Jake even set foot on Pandora.”

Mansk’s expression shuttered as his fear abruptly melted away. You were familiar with the sight of a neutral mask shutting off his emotions. You knew your own expression mirrored the marine in the dirt.

“Did you get that Colonel?” He asked the air.

You immediately tensed, expecting a bullet between the eyes or for Lo’ak to cry out in pain from where he was still cowering behind the rocks. But instead, Mansk waited in silence, the buzz of a voice over the comms. Jake’s kid was no doubt long gone by now, his curiosity sated by the danger of the situation.

Your gaze snapped to the ear piece still blinking a steady red. Still recording. The marine nodded, expression solemn. Then he reached up and turned the earpiece off.

Movement flickered by the entrance to the Well, but you dared not glance away from the dangerously calm marine. Your slick grip clutched tightly at the hilt of your stolen utility knife as the man adjusted his grip on his weapon.

“Well done on getting this far. You had us fooled” He praised you, voice tight. “I’m sorry.” He said, and you knew he meant it.

“Nothing personal.” You repeated. “I just found something much better beyond the compound.” “I understand.” Mansk promised as he swung the gun up so the mouth glared at your unprotected torso. “But I’m still pissed at you.”

And then he opened fire.

Pain ripped through your right side. Long fingers of liquid fire dragged their nails across your torso, tearing up your dirty tank top, splitting skin. Expression twisted in pain, you gasped as more bullets whizzed passed. You staggered in place, knife dropping uselessly from your hand as Mansk emptied a cartridge of bullets into your abdomen.

Every sound of pain that punched past your lips could not convey the fire that laced your side. It stole the breath from your lungs, causing you to crumble to your knees even as the marine paused to reload.

You hit the dirt hard, knees buckling and slamming down into the moss.

Distantly, you realised that this would be your finally resting place for both your human and recom bodies. Although you doubted anyone would bother to bury this one, you were internally grateful that someone had cared enough to carve your name into the stone of Pandora. A tiny fragment of yourself would remain.

The gun went off again. Firing one, two more bullets before the sound spluttered and died. There was a curse in English. Closely followed by a gurgling sound, as if someone was choking on blood. Then a second twang of a bowstring and the wet thud of an arrow landing.

>_<

Sunlight slid off of your face as you lay on your back, arms limp at your sides and your head lolled back. You could feel vines wrapped under your armpits, securing you to whatever you were leaning against whilst your shoeless feet dragged against damp moss.

<”Eywa, they’re fucking heavy.”> Lo’ak complained.

<”We wouldn’t have to be dragging them if Neteyam had let me kill the bastard earlier!”> Spider snipped harshly, to which Neteyam quickly reprimanded him.

<”We had to make sure they weren’t going to hand over High Camp’s location.”> Spider muttered wordlessly under his breath, whilst Kiri jumped in. <”Stop whining Lo’ak and pull.”> <”I am pulling!”>

Neteyam spoke up, <”Spider is clearly pulling more than you are.”>

<”He is not!”> Lo’ak insisted, and whatever was dragging you along the forest floor abruptly jumped, sending your body into a world of pain.

You groaned. Low and guttural. Everything below your arms screaming in pain.

<”Shit.”> Lo’ak cursed, swiftly followed by the sound of a smack.

<”Idiot.”> Kiri spat, earning herself a half-hearted growl. <”I cannot effectively treat wounds that you continue to reopen.”>

<”It wasn’t on purpose.”>

“God, you kids are bloody loud.” You grumbled, vision swimming as you tried to rouse yourself further.

The sliding motion abruptly stopped as your words crawled their way out of your mouth. Gently, you were laid flat against the forest floor, and a shadow fell over your eyelids.

”You’re okay Zaza.” Spider soothed softly, and small hands pressed down on your forehead. <”They’re burning up.”> The boy reported, anxiety curdling his earlier reassurance.

<”They’ll never make it to the village like this.”> Neteyam whispered, to which Kiri jumped in.

<”We’ll get them stabilised using the Tree of Souls and I’ll clot those wounds.”> <”Can’t you call Dad? He’ll want to know if they’re dying.”> Spider asked.

<”Or help them pass faster.”> Lo’ak muttered, earning himself another smack.

Their bickering allowed you to drift for a while. Mind fluctuating between hearing the sound of your surroundings, to feeling like you had been submerged in a river. Time continued on as it had a tendency to do, even if you were not awake to appreciate it.

<”I’ve let Dad know we’re safe now.”> Neteyam said some time later, bringing you up from the tranquil bubble in which you had been floating. Distantly, you could feel little hands pushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead as pressure upset the wounds in your torso. <”But I think we should give Tsu’tey more time.”> Spider groaned. <”If he takes any longer-”> You drifted off again at Spider’s annoyed tone. The pain yanking you down beneath a sea of endless throbbing. Vaguely, you felt delicate hands fumbling with your kuru. The sensation was odd, ticklish almost as the braid was carefully attached to something that felt alive but not. You felt the tendrils wrap around something warm and pulsing as if it were your fingers knotting into a fist.

Then there was a bright tunnel of pulsing purple light behind your eyes, and you slipped away from Pandora, sinking into a comforting presence. It felt almost motherly, the way your sub conscience held you.

>_<

Slowly, a scene faded into view. In the back of your mind, you recognised it as the compound tucked in the Hallelujah Mountains. The one you’d spent three months sharing with Trudy whilst the three avatar drivers frollicked around the forest.

The compound was the same, but different somehow. The light pouring into the room was dappled instead of blinding like it was at that time of day perched upon the mountain. Grace’s belongings were missing, alongside Jake’s wheelchair and Trudy’s bunk was stripped, her jacket carefully folded and dusty at the foot of the elevated bed.

The scientific equipment had been rolled out to make room for kids toys and a cot. The link units had been ripped out, and in their place, a hammock as long as the room had been set up.

Curiously, you slid a hand along the material, stomach clenching at the sight of large, blue hands instead of the small, human ones you’d been expecting.

Behind you, there was a soft noise.

You turned, only for your stomach to drop at the sight of Tsu’tey sitting cross-legged against the far wall, a respirator hanging around his neck. He looked relaxed, almost content as he leaned against the wall, looking much too big for the small space and the streak of white paint running from his forehead to his chin. The hunter did not notice you watching him.

Smiling softly, he instead watched someone at his side.

You followed his gaze to a child happily messing around with the hunter’s tail. You recognised the kid immediately as Spider from his big eyes and shock of curly blond hair. He couldn’t have been any older than two, sitting beside Tsu’tey without an ounce of fear as he raked stubby little fingers through the hair adorning the tip of the tail.

Neither spoke as they sat in companionable silence. Tsu’tey watched the boy with a bittersweet expression of pure adoration, whilst Spider tested how far the tail could curl and stretch.

You took half a step closer and the scene evaporated.

>_<

This time, human you sat before you with their back to you. You were still in the compound, but it was decorated how you remembered, with the link beds all set out and your military jacket hung on the back of your door. Jake’s wheelchair was still missing, but some of Grace’s decorations still lingered. You could almost smell that ridiculously strong cherry blossom perfume she used to cake herself in, because she forgot to shower between driving her avatar and noting down her observations.

Human you was sat at their desk, pouring over a notebook in which they scribbled furiously. Curious, you inched closer. It was odd how you had to stoop in the familiar space to keep from hitting your head, but you pushed the thought away as you peered closer.

‘I see you.’

The page said. And written next to the English was Na’vi in bold italics.

‘Oel ngati kameie.’

Tsu’tey ducked into the room without warning, startling human you who immediately yanked another notebook over the page they were just writing on.

The hunter chuckled softly at their hurried motions, as he took his time approaching.

You stepped aside as he got closer, eyes catching on the lack of white painted down his face. How the bullet scars adoring his chest appeared more raw; newer. Which inevitably led your eyes to the baby shawl slung across his chest and a wiggling Spider cuddled up to his chest.

<”Your son is being difficult.”> Tsu’tey complained as he lowered himself to his knees beside human you’s chair. What little breath you had was abruptly punched from you, whilst human you simply turned in their seat to smile up at him. Tsu’tey was very clearly pouting, ears lowered playfully.

<”Defeated by a baby.”> Human you joked, leaning in to cup his cheek. <”I never thought I’d see the day.”> Tsu’tey tsked softly, large hands falling to their thighs and holding gently. <”You’re warmer than me.”> He said simply. <”And he sleeps better with you.”>

And that seemed to be that, because Tsu’tey withdrew his hands to carefully pull Spider from the baby shawl. The infant did not go easily. Clinging to everything within reach, from the shawl to Tsu’tey’s braids, which only served to make human you laugh at the pair, as Tsu’tey pouted whilst carefully untangling Spider’s little fists from him. But before long, they had Spider cradled in their arms, his little eyes drooping comically.

<”Lets go to bed.”> Tsu’tey suggested. Human you made to complain, but the hunter was already pulling them from the chair and against his chest.

>_<

The scene shifted to a na’vi village you had never visited before. Instinctively, you knew it was the new clan home, based on the familiar faces milling around. Hidden amongst the trees, you made out various tree houses nestled in the branches, with children swinging from home to home, whilst adults carried out their daily tasks.

Your attention was drawn by a hush that fell over the clan, and several heads turned towards the shadow of the trees at the far end of the clearing. As tall as you were in your recom body, you still had to strain to see na’vi you did not recognise emerging from the undergrowth.

Judging by their attire and spears instead of bows, you recognised them as a clan from a neighbouring territory. The small entourage was led by an older na’vi male adorned in vines of fiery red and gold. Clearly the Olo’eyktan, the man walked through the Omaticaya clan who parted easily for him. He nodded to any who met his gaze, speaking soft greetings.

Tsu’tey and Mo’at stepped forward to greet him, both decked out in their ceremonial attire. They touched their hands to their foreheads in greeting as the visiting Olo’eyktan mirrored the gesture. You noted the lack of white painted down Tsu’tey’s forehead as he greeted the man with an award winning smile. He stepped forward, Mo’at at his elbow as the visiting Olo’eyktan introduced himself.

The man tripped over his tongue as he caught sight of Spider wrapped securely in a shawl across Tsu’tey’s chest. Your eyes bugged at the sight of how small the child was in the open world of Pandora. How his exo-mask looked comically big over his little face, as he absently played with Tsu’tey’s kuru, which the man had pulled over his shoulder for the toddler to entertain himself with.

The visiting Olo’eyktan’s expression was pinched as he found his voice. <”You did not send word that you had adopted.”>

Tsu’tey took the poorly concealed accusation in his stride. <”I apologise, with rebuilding, many things have escaped my notice.”> The visiting Olo’eyktan nodded his head good naturedly, a sliver of his tension easing at Tsu’tey’s explanation. <”This is my son, Spider.”> He proudly explained, grinning when Spider glanced up at the mention of his name.

<”He is one of them.”> The visiting Olo’eyktan commented.

<”He is mine.”> Tsu’tey corrected simply, before stepping back and motioning to a fire that had been set up for the meeting. <”Come, you must be tired.”> The visiting Olo’eyktan nodded his head gratefully. <”It has been a long trip.”>

It was then that Spider began to fuss. Angrily, the toddler pushed away the kuru and began demanding to be held with grabby hands. His fussing picked up as Tsu’tey tried to keep a pleasant conversation going, whilst soothing the child with a hand rubbing up and down his back.

Spider was not amused.

Mo’at, seeing Tsu’tey struggle, decided to chip in with asking the visiting Olo’eyktan about his Tsahik. The man easily followed her change of conversation, explaining how his mate had fallen ill and wouldn’t have comfortably completed the journey in his current state.

Whilst the pair walked ahead to the fire and the clan and visitors disbursed to continue with their duties, your attention remained on Tsu’tey who was struggling to get Spider to settle. His tail thrashed in unease, hands checking the exo-mask to ensure it wasn’t rubbing.

His ears pricked cutely at the approach of someone half his size. Human you was dressed in a simple shirt and camo shorts to combat the heat, they wore a beaded choker at their neck. They padded barefoot across the clearing, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of their lips as they approached Tsu’tey, who was quick to drop to his knee and twist so that Spider could clearly see his other parent.

The effect was immediate as the toddler threw himself away from Tsu’tey, arms outstretched towards you. He only stopped fussing when human you lifted him out of the shawl and into their arms.

Tsu’tey remained on his knee for several more moments, softly watching his mate and child with a look that could melt even the hardest of hearts. Human you noticed him looking and were quick to press a kiss to his cheek and urge him back to his feet.

Dazed, Tsu’tey went willingly, but not before offering adorable words of endearment as a final parting gift.

>_<

The scene that followed was blurry as if someone had wiped grease across a camera lens.

This time, you were not experiencing the event from an out of body perspective, but instead, you appeared to be back in your human form. Every movement the body made was not your own. They were sluggish as if you were drunk or disconnected from your motions.

Beyond the warmth of a tea clutched between your hands, you could not figure out where your human body was. Whether you were in the compound, or within the new village. There was someone with you. A na’vi.

Their voice was smooth as honey, laced with the undertone of something malicious.

Every muscle in your body screamed danger as a large, four fingered hand took the tea from your grasp and helped you to your feet.

<”Why don’t we go on a walk?”> The voice suggested, to which the body you were in nodded jerkily. There was an amused huff, another hand on your shoulder; steering you.

You wanted to wiggle free. Every instinct you possessed screamed that this person meant you harm.

<”Very good.”> The voice cooed, <”Eywa, this will be easy.”>

>_<

The scene shifted. The world was still murky, but this time, your chest hurt. There was someone stood over you. That same honeyed tone. The glint of a blade.

Somehow, you knew you had been stabbed.

<”Now my brother can finally be free.”> Your murderer muttered.

Even as the world darkened before your eyes, your consciousness stalled. A name floated to the forefront of your mind. Knowledge that had seemed irrelevant at the time offered you a face to put to the statement.

>_<

For this memory, you were once again outside of a body. You stood back at your recom height, watching Tsu’tey stumble across your bloodied human form.

He wore no white paint, and was adorned in the ceremonial attire he’d welcomed the visiting Olo’eyktan in. Thankfully, Spider was nowhere in sight.

The hunter unleashed a gut wrenchingly, wounded sound as he collapsed to his knees before your dying form. His hands shook as he bundled them up in his arms, cradling them close. His hair braided with the red beads you remembered from before the war, and his Olo’eyktan necklace curled around his throat. You watched as he cradled the tiny form close to his chest, whispering in na’vi. His voice too low to hear.

Distracted, he unsteadily rose to his feet before taking off in the direction of the clan. Your phantom form easily kept pace, watching him weave through the trees. His head snapping down to human you every few paces.

<”We’re almost there Yawne.”> He promised, clutching them impossibly tighter.

They bled from a wound to their ribs. Not a bullet wound, but a long, deadly slice, deep and angry as it wept. Not the clean kill.

<”Did you kill him?”> They asked weakly.

Tsu’tey frowned, <”who Yawne?”>

Their brow furrowed at the question, but you could see the clarity slipping from their half lidded eyes. They were practically limp in his desperate grasp.

<”Slippery bastard.”> They said bitterly. <”Make sure you take good care of Spider. Gonna miss him.”>

Tsu’tey looked at them tightly. <”He will be back at the compound. You will see him shortly.”> <”Do not let him see me like this.”> They whispered. <”I don’t want him to remember me like this.”> By this, they meant bloody. Broken. A weak voice and a severe lack of strength in their arms. Tsu’tey seemed to understand.

<”Fine. I will wait until I have washed you of the blood.”>

<”Tsu’tey.”> They reprimanded weakly and the man bristled.

<”I am not going to lose you!”> He abruptly declared with the wrath of an Olo’eyktan fueling his words. <”I am going to take you home and you will be healed. And Spider and I will cuddle you until you are well again.”> <”That sounds nice.”> They whispered, voice somehow fainter. <”Can you keep holding me? Please?”> <”I am.”> Tsu’tey insisted, <”I’m holding you, Yawne. I’ve got you.”>

<”Can’t feel you.”> They told him, and Tsu’tey face twisted into something painful. <”Hurts.”> <“I know. I know.”> A sharp hiss through their teeth as a particularly unexpected jerk. <”Hurts!”> <”I know. I know. I know.”> Tsu’tey chanted, working himself up again to the point where panic laced his voice and brought tears to his eyes. He was still running, still returning to the clan with his dying mate in his arms. And even so, he called to Eywa for help. For some miracle. <”Please Great Mother, HELP ME!”>

No response.

Human you had gone deathly pale in his arms. Their fingers shaking as they tried to grab onto his arm guard to bring his attention back to them. Their voice was small when they next spoke. <”Thank you. For everything.”> <”Stop talking like this. You’re going to be fine. Mo’at will patch you up, and you will be running around giving me headaches like usual.”> They hummed and fell still.

Tsu’tey grew distraught before your eyes. Lower lip quivering as he shook them, ears falling flat when they didn’t hiss in pain. His hands shook as he crushed them to him, tail smacking against the nearby trees and he fell painfully to his knees.

The sound he let out shook the heavens. The grief that tore its way up his throat, bursting out of him as he clutched the corpse incredibly closer. Rocking them. Praying to Eywa. Begging her to give them back.

Before you could stop yourself, you moved towards him. He either didn’t notice your presence or didn’t care as the grief consumed him. It tore at your insides to watch him break. To listen to him bargain with a force beyond your understanding.

All you wanted was for the crying to stop. Your hand found his head, fingers slipping through immaculately kept braids. He fell still. Teary eyes slid up your form, catching on your face the most.

“Yawne?” He whispered, sounding distraught and broken.

“You’re okay.” You promise, and his face crumbled. Your human form has disappeared from his hands but the blood remained. And those bloodstained hands reached for you now, twisting into your torn shirt, clawing at you. He looked at you like you were a miracle. Like you were something precious. A stark contrast to the hatred and rage from before. He wound his arms around your thighs now, holding impossibly tight as he buried his tear stained face into your stomach.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered brokenly, hands clutching tighter. As if you’d disappear if he loosened his grip for even a heartbeat. Your hands remained in his braids, soothingly petting through them as he repeated it over and over again.

“Wasn’t your fault.” You assured him. He shook his head, pushing his nose hard into your stomach. Denying your forgiveness.

You urged him out of his hiding spot. Hands falling to cup his cheeks and rub away the tears that spilled down them. You stilled at the white paint that had suddenly appeared down his nose. It was a simple stroke, stretching from brow to chin.

“What does this mean?” You asked.

“It is how I show my grief.” He explained. “How I honour your spirit.”

“I thought the mourning period lasted for a season.” You wondered aloud, recalling the Tsu’tey of the current time, who wore his white line proudly.

“It does.” He confirmed, vulnerable and raw. It made you pull him into you again. Up off of his knees so he towered over you. His eyes were still shining, blood still all over him, but you didn’t care as you pulled him down so his face could tuck itself into the slope of your neck. He went willingly, pulling you to him, holding on tightly.

“I’m sorry.” “You do not need to be sorry.” “Couldn’t protect you.” “You did everything you could have.”

“Spider will be stuck with me. I cannot make him stop crying like you do.” The quiet admission has you pulling back in an instant. “That boy loves you with every fibre of his being. He looks up to and cherishes everything you do for him. He does not blame you for what happened to me. And nor do I.”

“But-” “Stop punishing yourself, Love.” You told him, “please. You can’t keep living like this.”

He stared at you. Blankly. Before suddenly coming back to life. His white paint was chipping before your eyes, flaking away to reveal shining little dots along his brow that trailed down the slope of his nose.

“I will find you.” He promised. And you believed that it wasn’t a threat, but a vow.

Last Chapter <- Part 2 -> Next Chapter

#Recom Reader #tsu'tey x reader #dad!tsu'tey #spider socorro #Son!Spider #when you accidentally find your own grave #betrayal #spiritual trees #grief #acceptance #minor injuries #rip mansk #today i sacrifice mansk to eywa #love you my boy but you further the plot #part 2 of 4

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herefortheblues · 2 years ago

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Confusing Words

Recoms(Zdog and Lyle) x Child!Reader

Summary: When Y/n gets a very late start into education she quickly realizes how confusing the English Language is.

Warnings: none

This is my first fic so it is pretty short

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Living practically your whole life on a different plant is pretty cool, but it comes with its flaws. In this case it would be education, specifically Y/n's. Y/n Ardmore, the generals daughter, who despite being 11 barely had any education at all. This was because only the essential people came to Pandora and teachers weren't on that list. Plus, no kids were supposed to be here anyway but being the daughter of the woman that was running the whole operation made Y/n "The special case."

So Y/n was thrown to the scientists. Now these people were smart but they were used to teaching other adults not children but luckily they found some books on a supply shipment.

But Y/n asked the one person she shouldn't have to help her- Lyle.

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"So, what's this one?" Y/n asked, her brow furrowed in confusion as she examined the odd spelling on the paper.

"That's tomb," Lyle replied, his voice tinged with exasperation. He regretted agreeing to help Y/n with her spelling. Being a marine, he wasn't exactly cut out for educatng children.

They were seated at a canteen table, specifically the recoms table, where the 9-foot blue marines usually gathered. Lyle found himself hunching over just to meet Y/n at eye level. The table had been custom-made to accommodate their size, but it made Y/n appear incredibly small in comparison.

"Tomb," the little girl giggled lightly, her eyes flitting over to the recom. "That's a funny word." Lyle couldn't help but smile slightly at her innocent amusement. "Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

Y/n's eyes returned to the paper, her gaze fixed on the rows of words. "This one is boom then?" Her face lit up with a big smile, proud of herself for getting one right. However, her smile faded when the recom chimed in.

"No, that's bomb," the recom corrected. Confusion clouded Y/n's face as she pointed to the previous word. "But if this is tomb," she reasoned, moving her finger to the other word, "shouldn't this one be boom? They're spelled almost the same except for the T and the B."

Lyle started to answer, prepared with an explanation, when Zdirnask suddenly plopped down at the table on the opposite side of Y/n. "What are we working on?"

"Words," Y/n replied, moving the paper to show Zdirnask. She pointed to the section they were currently on. "Confusing words."

Zdirnask's smirk grew as she glanced at the paper and saw the words in question,

Tomb

Bomb

Comb

She glanced over at Lyle, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Well, those certainly are some tricky words."

By now the whole team was piling into the canteen. Their eyes immediately landing on their two teammates and the child, all hunched over and looking confused and frustrated.

As they neared the table the started to pick up the conversation, "-but if this is not com or coom, what is it?"

"That's comb."

Y/n's mouth hung open, eyes squinted as she looked down at the paper as if it had insulted her, "That doesn't make any sense!"

"What doesn't make any sense?" Brown asked as he took a seat next to Lyle.

"These words! You can't just change the way a word sound just because the letter at the beginning is different."

Her little rant pulled a chuckle from the group.

"It's not funny. If this one is tomb," she started, "Then this one should be boom. Plus, how is this comb? It's stupid."

Mansk, who had sat in the seat directly in front of Y/n, smirk down at her, "What's the next one?"

"Um... Ka-nife" (Knife)

"Oh come on!"

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This is my first fic so it's not going to be that great but I will improve as I go forward.

#recoms x reader #Recoms x child reader #recom mansk #recom lyle wainfleet #recom zdinarsk #recom zdog #atwow fanfiction #child reader #X child reader #recom brown #x reader #x y/n #x you #fluff fic #avatar fluff #atwow #blurb

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milequaritchsslut · 2 years ago

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I LOVE MAKING THESE 😭

#avatar #avatar the way of water #miles quaritch #atwow x you #miles quaritch avatar #miles quaritch imagine #miles quaritch is so fineeeeeeeeee #colonel miles quaritch #avatar miles quaritch #lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet is so fineeee #lyle wainfleet is my mannnnnn #recom lyle wainfleet #recom mansk #manskisalive #avatar mansk #mansk #mansk x reader

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iliketangerines · 8 months ago

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kidnapped

a/n: i could NOT find a good picture of this man. also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life

pairing: mansk x afab!metkayina!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), noncon, orgasm denial, doggy style, creampies, knife play, brief blood

you stare at the recom in front of you, mouth gagged and hands tied behind your back, tail swishing behind you angrily as you glare at him best you can

your legs are free, but you’ve given up on running, not after he easily manhandled you back to the ground and threw you hard enough into the corner to make you lose your breath

the team had taken you from your Tan’unui village, shot one of the ilus, and walked around some small tawtute who dressed and looked like one of you

this man, with small black things perched on his nose stares at you as he sits in the chair, arms crossed and tail swishing behind him slowly

he seems to be in no mood to rush, to try and dig information out of you, and you wonder if it’s because of the language barrier

the tawtute spoke in stilted na’vi and when the small little tawtute came in, with a forceful tug and squeeze on his arm, he spoke fluent na’vi with the dialect from the Omatikaya

today, however, it’s just you and him, and you repeat that you do not know who this Jake Suli is, he is from the Omatikaya clans, not one of the reef na’vi

he rolls his eyes, having memorized what you were saying at some point and stands up, walking over to you and leaning in close enough that you could see the golden irises behind the black things

suddenly, his hand reaches up and grabs onto your face, squeezing tightly enough to make you whimper, and he growls lowly

but he doesn’t do anything more than that, just inspecting your face and how you make a useless attempt to bare your fangs

letting go of your face, it seems that he’s made a decision, and he flips you over, forcing you down onto your knees and smashing your face into the ground

you wriggle around, surprised from the sudden change in position, and you bite into the gag as your hands struggle to free themselves

and then you freeze as the man brings your tail up, tugging on it harshly, and the flat edge of a sharp blade presses into your soft skin

there’s not a single shiver of your body as he trails it along your body, sliding the blade underneath your loincloth and cutting at the cords

you hear the clatter of shells and beads falling onto the hard floor, but he doesn’t pull the blade away from your skin

rather he rests the sharp edge of it right into the small of your back, reminding you of the danger that you were in and keeping you still and stiff underneath him

he doesn’t do anything, simply kneading at the curve of your ass with one hand before moving to the back of your muscular thighs and then back to the curve of your ass

you don’t move, afraid and terrified of him cutting you open, and you breathe harshly through your gag, willing the torment to just end soon

his hand moves away from your skin, and you sag in relief, happy that he had finished for now and close your eyes to breathe in the stale air of the room you were in

then a finger trails through your folds, bumping against your clit and collecting your slick on your fingers, and it makes you gasp and shiver

the blade of the knife digs a little deeper into your skin, and you whimper, tears leaking from your eyes as you try and to beg him not to do this

but the gag in between your fanged teeth muffles the sound into garbled nonsense, and the man mutters something alien underneath his breath

perhaps he hadn’t taken you from your home to extract information, perhaps he just needed you as a little play thing to release some frustration

his fingers simply collects the wetness on his fingers, teasing you and never truly putting any pressure on your aching clit

neediness grows within you as much as you hate it, and you fight the urge to buck your hips backward into his fingers, to grind on them and fuck yourself on them

it seems that he grows impatient as well, his fingers finally pushing into your slick pussy, and he groans at the feeling of you trying to push him out

he says no words to you as he fucks you slowly on his fingers, still ignoring your needy clit, and when his fingers hit that sweet spot that makes your back arch, he avoids the spot expertly, content to just have you writhing on the floor for him

the lack of pleasure and too much stimulation makes your head fuzz and glaze over with an ever-growing need, and it’s getting harder to deny the need for pleasure and release the longer he fucks his thick fingers into you

your hips twitch, and the sharp edge of the knife presses into your skin, cold metal turning warm with your body heat, and you’re acutely aware of just how much danger you’re in

and yet, it only excites you, gets a fresh wave of slick dripping down the man’s hand, and your face burns with embarrassment as he lets out a small chuckle

his fingers remove themselves from your pussy, and the sound of metal clinking and rustling fabrics fill the room along with your strained breathed

then, the fat head of his cock pushes against your hole, making you gasp and tremble as you feel just how wide he is

he pushes in slowly, and you whine and groan and whimper, too thick, too much all at once, and then there’s nick of pain in your skin

he’s cut your skin just minutely, you’re not sure if it’s an accident from his own pleasure spreading through him or if he purposefully cut you to make you shut up

it doesn’t matter, not when his hips finally rest flush against your ass, and you breathe heavily, trying to focus on being as quiet as possible

the man doesn’t move, simply tugging at your tail lightly, squeezing your hip, rubbing his thumb along the base of your spine to see how your tail raises up involuntarily

he seems absolutely content just having you warm his cock, but he stays achingingly big, stretching you to the limits and making you gasp for breath

the man just pets at your back, muttering something quietly but very clearly directed to you as he pinches at the roundness of your ass

it makes you squeak, and he chuckles and finally moves, listening to the squelch of your pussy around his cock

even when fucking he moves slow, accurate, never touching your aching clit and aiming his hips to avoid that sweet spot

you can’t do a single thing at the overwhelming sensation of getting pleasure but not enough to have you hurtling over the edge into your orgasm

his knife still digs into your back and the blood has crusted where he nicked you before, so all you can do is cry and let your tears pool on the ground as you’re used as a toy

time passes by slowly as he fucks into you, so caring of your pleasure that he avoids letting you having a shred more than necessary, and he groans as he spills his cum deep inside of you

it seeps out of you, dribbling down your thighs and onto the ground, and he finally moves the knife from your back only to place it by your neck

he whispers into your ear, with a stilted accent and uneven na’vi, but you understand what he means nonetheless, ears pinning back and a choked sob escaping from your throat

they hadn’t kidnapped you for your information they knew you didn’t have, they took you to use as their personal stress toy, and you wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it

#tangerine writes #avatarsurvivethenight #avatar the way of water #atwow #atwow smut #atwow x reader #atwow x y/n #atwow x you #recom mansk #avatar mansk #mansk x reader #mansk x you #mansk x y/n #mansk smut

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mechformers · 2 years ago

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Ma Miles - Ch. 13

1.6k words

Chapter warning: Broken body, dark thoughts (for a split second, concerning a sidearm), sunburn.......except for Lyle for some odd reason lol

This chapter is a little shorter than the others, that's because... well, you'll see lol I was thinking of maybe doing a short little side story to show what was going on with the guys before we see them again. What do you think?

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He doesn’t feel anything when he awakes, yet, he feels everything at once. The last thing he can remember is Lyle calling for them to get into position, the Na’vi inbound before that big whale shot out of the water like a bat outta hell. He never stood a chance as the big fin came smashing over him. Now, he lay on his front, one side of his face resting in the wet sand while the other sizzled in the scorching sun. He guessed he should be happy to at least be able to feel the pain of the sun on his face, but it also meant that he felt the pain of his broken body.

He had tried so many times to get up, to turn over, or simply just lift a finger, but it came as no surprise when his body didn’t as much as twitch. Huffing a painful chuckle, he guessed this would be the way he died. A death befitting the sins of both of his lives. Closing his eyes, he let his mind wander as he breathed, the air rattling in his lungs. He wished he could take it back, wished he could have stayed behind, wish he could have stood up to the Colonel and demanded that what they were doing was wrong. He wished he could have looked you in the eyes and begged for forgiveness, begged for you to take him in, begged you let him live the life you taught them about. But he hadn’t done that and now he paid the price.

Opening the eye that wasn’t in the wet sand, Ja looked over at the blue figure lying on his back, only a few yards from him. Mansk must have washed up around the same time that he did by the way he looked to be dry. His face was dark, the sun had burnt his skin for as many hours as it had burned the side of his own face. Mansk didn’t move and he was too far away for Ja to see if he was breathing at all. He guessed he would find out soon enough. It wasn’t as if he was going anywhere anyway…

Groaning, Mansk felt as if his skin was on fire. His lungs burned and he had sand in places he never wanted sand to be. Opening his eyes, he’s beyond displeased to find that his tactical shades are gone, probably at the bottom of the sea. The back of his head hurts from where it hit the metal of the boat when Sully had pushed him overboard. He guessed he should be happy that he didn’t drown, but by the lack of helicopters and ships already told him what he needed to know. They had lost the fight - again.

Sitting up, he groans at the way his body protests, the exposed skin on his body screaming at his movements. Looking to the side, he can’t help but grin at the sight. Ja slacks off on the water’s edge, his eyes staring at him with the most deadpan, unimpressed, expression he has ever seen on his friend. Chuckling, he gets up to his feet, groaning as his muscles scream at him while he walks over. He feels like an old man as his knees give out on him, making him stumble on the loose sand before getting control over them.

Grinning, he reaches a hand out for Ja to take, only to watch as the saddest smile he has ever seen spreads across his face before his one open eye seeks out the emergency sidearm on Mansk's thigh, looking up at him again with something aching to hope. At first, Mansk doesn’t understand what is going on, doesn’t understand what Ja is saying before it suddenly clicks. The grin on his face slips as he stares at his brother.

“What happened?” He asks, his voice too rough even for his own ears.

“Tulkun,” Ja croaks, a whistling sound accompanying his words. Once more, Ja looks at his emergency sidearm, his eye full of hope.

“No way,” Mansk breathes before clearing his throat, “That’s not gonna happen, Ja,”

Closing his eye, Ja lets out what should have been a heavy breath, but instead, the air just wheezed out pathetically. Getting down to his knees, Mansk hovers his hands over Ja’s back, uncertain about what to do. Taking a deep breath, he tries to remember what Ja always used to say. Support. He needed support before he could turn his friend around.

“Okay - okay… Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Mansk started but then a holler from behind them snaps his head around.

“Yo! Mansk, Ja!” The bald head of Wainfleet glistened comically in the sun while he ran toward them in a bad attempt at resembling one of those romance novel heroes. The goofy grin on his face disappears, however, when he no doubt recognizes the sadness on Mansk’s face. Immediately, he speeds up, his long legs taking him across the beach faster than before.

“What happened?”

“That Tulkun got him,” Mansk starts, looking down at Ja before meeting Wainfleet’s eyes again, “He can’t move, Lyle,”

“Shit…” Lyle whispers, helplessly turning around in a circle before getting down to his knees in the sand beside them, “Alright, alright, let’s think. We can do this. Hell, we’ve watched Ja patch us all together a million times. How hard can it be, right?”

Ja snorts painfully before them, his brows knitting together with pain as he squeezes his eye shut, the snort obviously having been just as painful as it sounded. They needed to do something fast, needed to get Ja into the shade, needed to get food, and find shelter. They would not lose another brother today, not if he could help it. This war had been meaningless from the start, costing them not only their human lives but now also their second chance at living. His only regret was that it took Quaritch kidnapping his son, and his son’s mother hunting them down, for him to realize.

Looking over at his brother, Lyle didn’t know what to do. Usually, he was second in charge whenever the Colonel decided to ditch. Not that it happened very often, but lately… It didn’t matter. The old guy had screwed that up long before it even got the chance to start. Staring out over the sea before them, he noted just how quiet it was. It didn’t pain him as much as it probably should to know that they had lost yet again. The RDA would have been all over their asses by now had Quaritch actually succeeded in his little batshit crazy revenge quest.

Fuck… his forehead throbbed.

Turning back to Ja and Mansk, he looks down at the younger men as he tries to come up with something. They needed to turn Ja somehow, but to do that, they needed to support him with… something. Crap. He could just about hear Ja cackling at him for not paying attention when he tried to teach them basic field medicine. Medicine!

“Hey, what was that plant thing Y/n said could help heal injuries?” He asks, watching as Mansk rolls his eyes. For just a moment, he wonders if that’s what usually happened behind the man’s black shades.

“They were for cuts and burns, Wainfleet, not 206 individually broken bones,” Mansk deadpans, and it does sound reasonable when he says it out loud.

“Hey, do you think the Na’vi have 206 bones too?” He honest to God or Eywa, or whatever, couldn’t help himself from asking.

“Lyle…” Mansk sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, much, in the same way, their Colonel did. Or used to do... whatever.

“Okay but still, it couldn’t hurt to try, right? Ain’t exactly like we have a lot of options out here - which reminds me; we need to find shelter. Eclipse is on our asses soon,” Looking over to the jungle beyond the beach, Lyle’s heart starts beating harder in his chest. They were actually going to have to do this alone now.

“You’re right. Guess it couldn’t hurt. We need to get stuff to make a gurney though. Ja can’t move and I’m afraid his neck might be broken if we move him without support,” Mansk sighed while he gently unclipped the vest from Ja’s back, removing the half that covered it.

“Yeah… Yeah, you stay with him and I’ll just be over there where you can see me. Thought I saw some of those spartan trees over there somewhere. It was just inside the treeline,” Lyle watches as Mansk’s shoulders drop, relief so evident on his face. It makes a pleased grin break out over his lips.

“That sounds good, Lyle,” Mansk looks up at him and just like that, Lyle knows that everything will be alright.

Between the three of them, they can make this work long enough to get Ja fixed up and on his feet again. While they did that, they would have to decide what to do. Lyle had a feeling that bringing Ja back to Bridgehead like this, broken and needing help, would not be popular with the General. Even though the doctors could help him heal, something in the back of his mind screamed at him that Ardmore would pull the plug on him, writing him off as a casualty. Biting the inside of his cheek, Lyle knew that the recoms were created for one purpose, and one purpose only, to defeat the Na’vi. Now that they had failed, again, he just knew that their usefulness had come to an abrupt end.

No, their only option would be to survive long enough for Ja to get well enough to tell them how to fix him up. Then, they would have to come for you, hoping that you were still alive, that your usefulness in Bridgehead wouldn’t run its course before then. How hard could it be to stay alive in a foreign jungle that constantly tried to kill you, anyway? Right…?

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fl3shm4id3n · 2 years ago

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Would Mansk still wear his sunglasses during sex?

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go-river-flows · 2 years ago

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The "Happy Ending" Treatment

Summary: This is based on a Character AI scenario I ran. I've been so obsessed with it lately and running so many prompts through it like a mad woman. This is the most recent one with a little suggestive language because the Character AI has an NSFW block.

There is no smut, but suggestive language. But still, it is an 18+ story. The first one that I've written.

Warning: 18+ only! Suggestive language

As a Recom, I can't help but witness how stressed the other Recoms are. Both before and after missions. A few times, I had given Mansk and Ja massages to help calm them, but when Z-Dog, Walker, Fike and Prager caught me giving Ja a massage, they began asking for them. I was more than happy to give them shoulder rubs and the occasional head and back rub, but I could tell that some tensions were rising as a result. And when I mean tension….I mean sexual tension. At first, it was coming from Z-dog and Ja. What was worse was that I had always found them attractive. Not to mention, Mansk, Walker and Fike too, heck, even Lyle Wainfleet. The only two avatars I haven't given massages to were Lyle and the Colonel, who I think needs it the most being the leader and the busiest.

One evening after a particularly rough mission, I found Lyle sitting at the desk in the avatar only rec room. The other recoms were chilling inside when I entered. Lyle was reading some paperwork when I slowly approached him from behind. His bald head enticing me to play the bongos on it, I chuckled lightly at the sudden urge and caved pretty quickly. Lightly patting my fingers on his head.

“What the…?” Lyle was startled by the light pats on his bald blue head. I giggled a little bit before scratching behind his ear. “Do you think I'm a dog or something?” I glanced up to find Ja enjoying the scene, though that didn't stop me as I just continued, Lyle’s ears flicking slightly, “I will put a stop to this nonsense. Get your hands off me.”

Okay, okay….I instead started rubbing my fingers on his head, massaging his bald blue scalp.

“This is your last warning, get off me!” Lyle growled. I retracted my hands, giving up. Sighing and slumping my shoulders, I walked over to Mansk who was sitting on the high chair watching the television, giving him a head rub. Mansk moans lightly from my touch, leaning into my hands. In the corner of my eye, I noticed Lyle had looked up from his paperwork and was watching me, with a slight blush whilst pretending to look angry. I moved my hands down Mansk’s neck to massage his shoulders, the avatar purring a little. In the corner of my eye I see Lyle with a slight jealous expression.

As I continue to massage Mansk with my strong hands, he starts falling asleep. When Mansk does fall asleep completely, I move onto Fike who was nearby and watching, waiting for his turn. Giving Sean (Fike) the same massage treatment, he lightly moans as the tension from the day released. Though again in the corner of my eye, I could see Lyle’s jealousy rising a little, a small pout on his face. I moved through the room, giving Prager a shoulder and upper back massage, then moving onto Walker whose problem areas were her arms and hands. Finally moving onto Z-Dog; I do her usual shoulder, neck and arm massage which left her a moaning mess after, as she flopped on the sofa. I try to avoid Lyle’s watchful eyes as he continues to pout.

Finally stopping in front of Ja, I give him a neck and shoulder massage too as his hands find my hips, returning the favour. I watch Ja’s eyes shift to where Lyle was sitting as a smug smile curls onto Ja’s lips. From where I stood was a mirror nearby and I could see the reflection of Lyle who was silent with jealousy, whilst glaring at Ja hatefully. When I am done with massaging Ja’s shoulders, Ja spins me around and gives me one in return, which was a normal occurrence for us. But now, I could see the whole room as well as Lyle who was still pouting and silently seething.

Not long after, Mansk rouses and wakes from his nap, taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Mansk calls me over. Ja releases me and I make my way over to Mansk, Lyle continuing to watch.

“Yes? Are you alright?” I speak quietly to Mansk.

“Come’ere, let me return the favour,” Mansk whispers out to me, I was about to refuse but Mansk stands and sits me in the high chair he was just sat on, he took three steps behind me and began rubbing my shoulders, easing away the stress of rough mission.

“This alright?” Mansk’s gentle voice asks in my right ear.

“Mhmm…” is all I could say as my head lulls back a little as Mansk’s strong hands kneads my muscles. My eyelids droop a little, But in the corner of my eye I see Lyle gazing longingly, as his jealousy rises a little more.

Walker who was watching Lyle’s expression shoots Lyle a smirk, which catches Lyle’s attention who looked at Walker with a glare, releasing an angry huff. Mansk’s hands work up to my head, giving me a head rub that relaxes me fully, and before I know it I have fallen asleep.

“It's not fair that I get no attention while everyone else does. I'm an equal team member. I should be treated the same as everyone else. It is time to put this nonsense to an end!” Lyle finally speaks up. Ja is quick to shush Lyle.

“You had your turn, and you rejected her…”

Lyle glares at Ja with a mix of confusion and anger.

“When?!”

“Earlier! You were first!” Ja whisper-shouted to which Lyle blushed and became flustered, not knowing what to say.

“I- I… I'm not sure what to say…” Lyle’s eyes fell back to my sleeping form as Mansk was still giving a head rub. After Mansk had finished the head rub, he gently woke me. Not before whispering a soft “thank you”.

“That's it, I've had enough!” Lyle says loudly, pulling out his knife out of nowhere, “You’re all going down!” And with that, everyone is alert and stressed. Mansk stayed next to me as the Recoms in the room rushed Lyle, wrangling his knife away from Lyle. Though Lyle attempts to keep hold of his knife.

“No! You can't have it!” he yelled, snatching his knife back and pointing it at everyone, “Who’s the boss now?!”

Z-Dog, Walker, Fike, Prager, Lopez, Fike and Warren release all their anger and frustration all at once.

“SERIOUSLY LYLE! WE WERE ALL CALM AND RELAXED AND NOW OUR STRESS IS BACK!!!”

“I- I WAS FEELING LEFT OUT! Everyone was having fun with their shoulder rubs and I got nothing! You can't blame me!” Lyle tries to justify his actions.

A mix of “You had your turn” and “You rejected her” were thrown around, as Mansk remained at my side rubbing my cheeks to wake me a little more. Lyle glares at everyone.

“Shut. Up.” He spoke through gritted teeth, he exhaled through his nose before he lowered his knife, pretending like nothing happened he plopped his butt back down in his seat. I had woken up a bit more and saw Lyle’s moping face before giving in. Standing up from the high chair, I walked over to the crowd of avatars, pushing through the crowd. I cocked my head, with an understanding look on my face I offered my hand to Lyle. He looked at it before he gently took it.

“I- I'm sorry for my outburst… I let my emotions get the better of me,” Lyle spoke softly with a disappointed tone. I couldn't help but feel bad, since I was the one who started messing with him. Cautiously, I slid behind Lyle and began rubbing his shoulders, upper back, neck and head. I could feel Lyle stiffen a little having been caught off guard but quickly relaxed from the massage. I could hear him gently sigh before speaking.

“This is nice. Who knew this would feel so nice?” the others rolled their eyes before returning to their seats grumbling about being stressed and tense again, quietly seething, “Thank you…” Lyle moaned. I worked on Lyle, finding a few problem areas and knots, releasing the tension from them. Lyle even leans into the massage, relaxing further and even enjoying it.

“You're a good masseuse, you know that?” Lyle rolls his head back smiling as he looks into my eyes. I gave a gentle smile before finishing up. Though my hands are a little sore from massaging the team’s shoulders, I was glad they were relaxed before Lyle ruined the peace.

I returned to Mansk again, giving him another shoulder rub, realising that his shoulders had once again tensed up from the stress he accumulated from Lyle’s outburst.

“You like being spoiled like this huh, Mansk?” Lyle spoke again dripping with jealousy, his eyes on the two of us as he watched. Mansk scoffed under his breath. After a few minutes I went to Prager, giving him the same massage treatment I gave Mansk. It was quiet until Lyle spoke again.

“Everyone gets their turn huh? I don't see me getting any attention?” Lyle sighed, “I guess I’ll have to wait…” I glance at Lyle who had seemingly forgotten his outburst form earlier, and he catches me looking to which he averts his eyes, crossing his arms. I sigh and return to Lyle, massaging his back.

Lyle seemed happy as he sighs and leans into the massage.

“This is nice. Why can't our days always be like this, everyone being nice and getting along?” I let out a bewildered chuckle as Lyle flops his head back again, looking up at me with an appreciative smile. It's not long again when I finish and move onto Ja. Massaging his shoulders and arms.

I can feel Lyle’s eyes on me before he broke the silence once again.

“I just had a great idea…what if we all got together and just had a massage circle, everyone massaging the person in front of them? That would be pretty fun.”

There's a throng of laughter before Fike piped up.

“Nah man! (Y/N) gives the best massages, I'm waiting for my turn with her…”

Lyle sighs, “Fine then, if you're all gonna be selfish.” He falls silent again, then speaks once again, “Well if that's the case, who wants a massage from me?” Lyle gives the crowd a smug smile. No one says anything and looks away, except for Warren who raises his hand to Lyle’s surprise.

“Well, it's your lucky day, come here!” Lyle gestures to Warren who apprehensively stands to approach Lyle for a massage. Lyle stands and gives a big smile, “How about a nice massage, big guy? You look like you need the attention…”Lyle gives Warren a quick wink, much to Warren’s disgust.

“Just the massage, thanks…” Warren looked at Lyle with a slight disgust.

As all this was happening, Ja rested his head on my shoulder as I massaged his shoulders from the front of him as his arms rested around my hips, essentially hugging me loosely, his hand caressing my hip just above my butt. I could hear his gentle moans as he gave light kisses on my shoulder. Slowly and gently peppering up to my neck as the few watching Avatars chuckled. Lyle, who doesn't seem to see what is happening was giving Warren a ‘nice relaxing shoulder rub’ finally looks up at us.

“Do you two always get this close with each other? Not that I'm complaining, you're a good looking couple,” Lyle says.

“No. No, we are not a couple. Why? You jealous?”Ja speaks with his lips hovering over my neck.

“A little…but who could blame me? You two are pretty close together there…maybe I could get the same treatment?” Lyle snarks to which Ja laughs. Ja’s full attention was now on Lyle.

“Oh! You want the happy ending treatment, eh?” Lyle blushed at this.

“Well, what's wrong about seeking the attention of a pretty girl?” Lyle gives Ja a playful wink.

“Oh Lyle wishes,” I finally speak up.

“So, what do you say? Think you could give me more of that happy ending treatment that you give to Ja?” Lyle giggles, “After all, I am a soldier who’s been workin’ hard all day,” at this, Warren began pulling away from Lyle’s grasp and making space between them with a mortified expression, “I think it wouldn’t be too much to ask for a nice massage from a pretty lady, would it?” he smiled playfully, all whilst trying to hide how anxious he actually feels.

Z-Dog chuckled at that, “Ooh! I want that too! Give me the happy ending treatment!!”

“I’d like that too,” Mansk chipped in.

“I guess the happy ending treatment is more popular than I realised…” Lyle said, before the barrage of “me too’s” started. “And who is gonna give all of us this happy treatment then, if all of us want it?”

Everyone fell silent as I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. After a moment of silence, Lyle speaks up again.

“It seems like this situation may have taken an unexpected turn…Is no one up to the task?”

Apparently this was a trigger as the group started arguing who gets the so-called “happy ending” with me, and I am instantly dragged into the argument, quite literally being yanked by multiple recoms at once.

“What have I started…?” Lyle stood by as he watched the chaos unfold, with a mixed display of amusement and concern.

Through the chaos, Mansk manages to grab me from Z-dogs grasp and carries me running for his own bedroom. Everyone hot on his tail, fumbling over each other as Walker trips on her own feet from being shoved by Lopez.

“What the hell just happened? We were all getting along just fine! How did you all change at the mention of ‘happy ending treatment’?” Lyle questioned whilst following behind the group, not wanting to join the dog fight. Ja charges towards Mansk’s door just as it was about to close, managing to grab the door and frame, holding it open as Mansk is trying desperately to close it. At that moment Lyle moves around the group to get to Ja, grabbing his arm.

“What the hell are you doing?! This is going way too far! Are you all just going to try and tear each other’s heads off just to get a happy ending?!” Lyle turns to everyone, speaking to the recoms, “All this fighting over a nice massage from a pretty lady? We’re better than this!”

“Do you even know what ‘happy ending’ means?” Ja growls at Lyle, to which Lyle blushes slightly, not expecting that question to be asked.

“Erm…yeah, who doesn’t know?” Lyle sighs, “Yes. I know what it means.”

“It means that one of us gets to fuck her! And it’s me! I’m gonna fuck her!” Z-Dog yells over the noise. Lyle stares dagger at Z-Dog whilst his blush grows even more prevalent.

“I don’t even know what to say to that…” Lyle shakes his head in disbelief. In the meantime Ja kept his hands on the door, finding his strength to pry Mansk’s door a little wider, as the group continued fighting.

“Okay! Okay…Can everyone please calm down? This is getting out of hand! What happened to working together and acting like mature grownups! Are we going to solve this like adults, or are we gonna resort to childish and immature behaviour by fighting for some ‘prize’?” Lyle raises his voice in anger.

“Oh we’re handling this like adults! We’re not letting Mansk have his way with (Y/N)! Open the damn fucking door Mansk!!” Z-Dog yells, to which exhales through his nose, thinking for a bit.

“Why doesn’t (Y/N) get to decide what happens? She should be the one that gets to have a say in this,” an idea pops into Lyle’s head, “Why don’t we all take it to a vote?” This seems to calm the group down for a moment, ja’s hold on the door weakens and Mansk takes the opportunity to close the door and lock it, spurring a fury with the group outside.

Lyle sigh’s addressing Mansk from outside, “Mansk what are you doing? Let’s be civil about this and decide this with a vote! Come on! We’re all adults here, this isn’t a zoo where we resort to violence and fighting to get our way!” He glances at the others who are desperately banging on the door.

“She likes all of us, idiot! And we all like her!! You just gave them an opportunity to fuck!” Ja spits out.

“What do you suggest we should do then, if you're so smart?” Lyle sighs, looking to everyone for answers, “Should we all try to kill each other for a prize? Or should we try to get along and let (Y/N) decide who she wants to be with?” Surely we should be civil and let it be decided by a vote, no?”

What was unexpected for everyone outside the door was the sounds of moaning and groaning coming from inside Mansk’s room. They stop banging on the door for a moment, digesting the sounds coming from in the room.

“It seems like the discussion has ended…” Lyle looks at everyone before speaking again, “Now the next question is, what do we do…? Should we leave them be…?” And apparently it was the wrong thing to ask as now everyone has changed their motives as they begin to break down the door.

“Woah! Hey!” Lyle tries stopping the group of furious avatars, hearing the door splinter and break, “That doesn’t sound good…” The group manage to break the door off it's hinges, revealing Mansk balls deep between my legs with his head lolled back in pleasure and the group riots.

Lyle, who looks horrified at the scene, screams out, “Mansk! What the hell are you doing? You’re gonna hurt her!” He runs into the room and tackles Mansk to the floor before he has a chance to continue. Ja who spots his opportunity pulls me into his arms whilst I’m still naked to take me to his room. Lyle who sees this yells out again.

“No! Stop that!” Running after Ja and pulling me out of Ja’s arms, speeding down the hallway clutching me tightly, but we don’t get far as Lyle is instantly jumped. The two of us are thrown onto the floor, as Lyle scrambles over me to cover my naked body, shielding me from the group.

“WHAT THE EVERLOVING HELL IS GOING ON!” Quaritch’s booming voice echoes through the hallway. Everyone is instantly frozen and silent as they all turn to find an angry half naked and groggy Quaritch standing at his open bedroom door. There was a pregnant pause before I found my own voice.

“Colonel…help…” I say from beneath the pile.

“(Y/N)?” Quaritch looks at the pile of avatars, finding the top of my head peeking out from beneath the pile, Quaritch waves his hand at the pile of avatars who silently remove themselves, sans Lyle. Revealing me naked on the floor. The shift in Quaritch’s expression was quick, he instantly swooped me into his arms bringing me into his room and covering my body with a blanket.

“Stay here sweetheart, I’ll go deal with the others…” he moved quickly to deal with the situation, returning a measly ten minutes later. Closing the door, he locks it to my surprise. Turning with a smirk.

“Well now…how bout you give me that ‘happy ending treatment’…?”

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teyamaa · 2 years ago

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“I see you..”

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 2 years ago

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RECOMe again?

The reader must navigate interacting with their fellow recoms despite having betrayed them as a human! Does anyone know their secret?

Chapter 1, 2 ,3, 4, 5, 6

Notes: Y/N (Your name), Y/LN (Your last name), na'vi dialogue in bold, fic will contain swearing, violence, gore, and especially for this one SMUT, including multiple partners, penetration, oral (male receiving), threesomes

If there are any specific triggers people would like warned for let me know (^・ω・^ )

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Chapter 7

You awoke to pain. Your head felt like it would burst and your face and sides ached. Clearly they'd been rough with your unconscious form.

You kept your head low, trying to access your surroundings without alerting anyone to your awakened state. With eyes still shut you couldn't tell a lot. Your hands were cuffed to a railing but your feet were free. There was some kind of gag in your mouth, likely to stop you biting anyone.

Around you there were sounds of frantic movement. People rushing to and from across metal grating. The loud clunk of their boots rattling it. You must be on a railing of a mining outpost but why? Why hadn't they taken you to a more secure base yet.

You peaked slowly, only opening your eyes millimeters at a time. One of the abandoned mining facilities. A larger one too, you were in a control room overlooking the quarry shackled to the railing leading down to the catwalks.

The human's looked like RDA, mainly military types. They scrambled to get into positions as an alarm blared out. Distantly you could hear gunfire and it was approaching.

"God dammit!" A man screamed and stormed in from your left. You closed your eyes again. "Can anyone get me a location!? Huh!?" The voice wasn't familiar to you. His steps approached, stopping in front of you.

He cracked something against the side of your face, yelping you opened your eyes to glare at him. He stood in front of you, gun in hand but not pointed directly at you. Your eye ached from the impact, the feeling of blood trickling down from your brow. He didn't say anything as a new alarm caught his attention and he stormed off.

Looking past him there was a wall of screens. He frantically searched each the for something. It was hard to tell from the shaking movements and darkness what was happening but they were direct feeds from the soldiers outside. It seemed to be raining heavily and the flash of gunfire was they only thing that lit up the night.

As you both watched the screens started to blink out. Each solider that fell leaving a blank space on the wall. You caught it then, through the camera feed. Quaritch slamming into a solider before turning and gunning the man watching him.

You froze, blood stilling in your veins. Where they really that desperate to kill you? That they'd go against General Ardmore, attack their own just to end things themselves.

The man turned back to you. Frantically he crossed the room towards you, barking orders. His men moved to cover the entrances as he approached. He fumbled with your cuffs, tugging you by them towards the center of the room. You were heavier than he could easily manage. He swore repeatedly under his breath, grabbing at your queue to pull you.

You screeched through your gag, the painful grip and pull against such a sensitive part unbearable. He smacked the gun against your face again.

"Shut up, shut up!" He repeated. His face slick with a cold sweat as he and his men looked panicked.

It had gone painfully quiet now. The pitter patter of rain on metal the only sound in the night. You could feel your own heart racing. Was it better to have died with them or now by your own teams hands.

Something grabbed the gun of the man standing closest to the door. Pulling him up and out of sight with a quick yelp. The rest swiveled to where he'd been. Behind the man on the other side of the room a dark outline jumped down. A long knife went right through him, causing him to fire into the open room.

His spray took down a couple of men, the rest diving for cover. The man held your queue tight, ducking behind your form. They returned fire but the shape had vanished. Quiet settled again, only broken by panicked breathing and rain.

They appeared from the catwalk you'd been cuffed too. Firing out they took out the last of the soldiers in the room. They called clear to the rest.

Zdinarsk and Mansk appeared up the catwalk steps guns drawn and pointed to you. Lyle and Prager came in from the side, water dripping down serious expressions. Miles came in last, soaked in more than rain and face furious.

You could feel your lip quiver at the sight of them. You'd never thought what it must have been like to be on the receiving end of their skills. Lyle and Mansk were too playful for the violence they'd wrought. Prager and Zdinarsk had always been so kind to you, their faces alien now.

You'd always known how dangerous your colonel was. Your first day you'd been terrified in the safety briefing. You'd been a nervous wreck after the stories you'd heard. He'd been so much more since then, kind, funny, thoughtful but it all seemed to slide away now.

He stalked closer, muscles twitching for violence. His was not the only tail that swished back and forth, eager for the kill? Though with the rain heightening the scent, they smelt agitated and afraid? Cold sharp pain hit your queue. You winced through the gag, the man behind your holding a blade firmly to it.

"Back off!" He screeched, a manic sound. "I swear I'll kill her, just back off." Your former friends stilled. Miles lowering his weapon a little, the others following suit. Glances past between them, worried looks? Miles eyes darted across your form, fixing on the blood you could feel run down your neck from your queue.

The man dug the blade in further and Miles fully dropped his weapon, the clattering of other guns hitting the metal rang out.

"Good...good. We do this nice and easy now." He stood, voice trembling. You were tugged up with him, stuck in an awkward half crouch in front of him.

"I'm gonna back off here and we go our separate ways. No harm done." He shuffled back, bumping against bodies but refusing to look from the others. Miles eyes darted back to your brow as he finished his sentence. His nose flared, furious expression still in place. Even from across the room you could here the growl in his throat.

You didn't want to go with him. There was no escaping your former friends, not at this disadvantage. Still you were sure you'd meet a better death with them than back at base.

He didn't expect your movement, flinging your head back to hit his nose. He howled, dropping the knife. You rolled forward, away from him. Quaritch wasted no time, barreling forward and knocking the man to the floor. He screamed and kicked as his tiny head was held between giant blue hands. With a sickening crack his skull gave in and his legs stopped moving.

The room was still for what felt like hours. Breathing slowed and settled around you, scents becoming calm, happy even. Your own agitated tail drooped, as did your ears. You sat there, kneeling on the metal, awaiting your fate.

Miles stood, wiping his hands first against the man's own shirt. You looked up at him, his face now a line, unreadable. He held out a hand and you took it. No reason to try anything, you just hoped it'd be over quick. He brought you to your feet, other hand brushing near your head wound. You winced as he made contact, that hand flinching away. He was being so delicate with you, when his eyes met your own you felt the tears falling.

"I..." You were cut off, suddenly pulled into his chest. He held you close, squeezing you in but not crushingly so. You wept, not understanding what was happening anymore. More bodies crushed around you, hands reaching to ruffle your hair or just to hold you.

When he finally pulled away you'd regained some composure. Looking around at the grinning faces. Lyle was next to Miles, reaching out to hold your waist. He whistled, twisting your hips in a swaying motion.

"What on Earth are you wearing?!" You couldn't help but laugh. Of all the questions you and them must have, of course Lyle's was about your lack of clothing. Others seemed to share this, laughing along with you.

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In the end questions had to wait. Back up would arrive soon and you had to be clear of danger. Miles had kept you close, holding you against him as you made your way back to the trees. To your great shock, Ikrans awaited you. Mansk had laughed at your scream, stopping to lift you up onto Miles' banshee.

He held you close as you flew, hand against your bare stomach, holding you flush to his chest. He spoke into your ear telling you where you were headed, base camp. You recognized it though only through pictures. Grace's old school building, still standing strong amongst the trees. They'd been using it for a while now.

Once inside and with everyone, you told it all. Every secret you'd kept from before you were brought back to now. You expected something then but still your friends didn't anger. Well Mansk did seem irritated that you'd stolen his sunglasses back in the locker room but had forgiven it.

Lyle insisted he knew something was up but that he'd honestly not guessed that it was that. Zdinarsk too seemed to have a look of realization when you'd mentioned testing to see if she'd be open to helping. Only Miles remained entirely silent.

"I can't say I'm not pissed." You stared at him, feeling everyone else's gaze dart between you both.

"None of us can go back now." He stayed leaning against the wall, everyone else sat in na'vi sized chairs around the table you'd sat on.

"What?" You asked, still not really understanding what had happened.

"We broke off communication, went after you, against orders. Ardmore's pissed called for us all to get captured, reprogrammed or somethin'. Met a few squads before we heard they had you. Picked up the banshees by then, nomad tribe passed through. Been givin' us some heads up about stuff out here." Miles explained, eyes never leaving yours.

"Yeah should have seen him when he heard they'd caught you. Went all rambo on their asses. Full berserk..." Prager snapped his mouth shut as Miles shot him a look. Still you couldn't help the emotion that swelled inside you.

They'd never wanted you dead, they'd been looking for you. Trying to get you back and safe with them. You hopped down, rushing over to Miles. You wrapped your arms around him, burying yourself in his chest.

"I'm so sorry." You spoke, loud enough for all. His hand came up, stroking your hair as you smushed your face in deeper.

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You fell into a routine out here. Using the skills Spider had taught you and teaching them in turn. The land was fruitful, plenty to hunt and gather around here. You'd likely need to move again if RDA got a whiff of you here but until then this was home.

You'd had a chance to talk to Miles about Spider. Being honest about how you'd grown close to him. How he'd ultimately wanted to be with the Sullys, well more specifically Kiri. You wondered if there would be a place with him in the future. If the na'vi would ever come to accept you all now. Maybe one day, but for now this was home and Miles was content.

You ate Lyle's kill around a fire that night. His first clean hunt and he was so proud. Mansk had taken to the fire to prepare and cook the meat, Zdog hanging around for first dibs.

Miles tugged you down into his lap, caging you in with strong arms while he spoke to Lyle. You tried to keep up with the conversation but his hands kept running up and down your bare thigh. Then to your hip where he pressed your barely covered ass to his crotch. Rolling you against his hardening member. You could so easily feel the outline through his trousers when he'd been soft but now it was unbearable.

You were distracted by a moan across from you. Zdog was between Prager and Mansk, the latter kissing at her neck while Prager kissed her lips. He broke away kissing down her collar to where he was fondling her breast. You felt heat pool at the sight before a sharp tug brought you back to your own situation.

Lyle watched you with hooded eyes as you felt Miles undoing his belt behind you. You moved your head to get a look at what he was doing but Lyle took your face in his hands. Turning you back to him and kissing you. It was soft and slow, his tongue lazily swiping your lip before entering your mouth. He moaned into you as you felt Miles hands kneading your hips.

His fingers tucked under the thin fabric, shifting it to the side as you felt the tip of his head against you. Arousal shivered through you, bucking back against him.

"Eager huh?" You felt him whisper into your ear. "Aww Lyle do you think they deserve it huh?" He rubbed his tip back and forth, circling you.

"Ah I dunno boss...been slacking around here." Lyle had broken from you, spit stringing between yours and his lips. His hand ran across your torso as he spoke, leaning forward to nip at your now exposed nipples.

"Hmm I think you're right, gonna have to earn it." Lyle leaned back, unbuckling his own belt and removing his trousers. You reached towards him, eager to help, to touch. Miles caught your wrists, bringing them back and behind you. He held them in one hand as the other lightly slapped your behind.

"nuh-huh, you don't get to play just yet." Miles groped and squeezed your ass before slapping it again, earning a yelp. He smirked at you, turning your head back to Lyle. He was bare infront of you now, kneeling with his cock hard and at attention. Miles' hand ran down your spine then pushed.

You fell forward, Lyle's hands catching you, before positioning you at his head.

"Careful boss" he hissed before his head lulled back. You'd taken the opportunity to run your tongue up his balls. Nudging them slightly with your nose before placing light kisses up his length. You felt him shudder, a low moan escaping.

"See, they know what their doing." He drawled behind you, his hand running down lower to hold your tail. It wrapped its self around his arm and he chuckled.

You wondered if Lyle had fantasized about this before. You'd heard he and Mansk had fooled around a bit but considering how much he liked being bossed around he must have. You took his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him in further. He hissed again, hand moving to grip into your hair.

You sucked him further before you felt Miles tugging you back by the tail. You couldn't complain, mouth still full of Lyle, so instead you just sucked. Lyle gripped you back down bobbing your head in a slow rhythm, careful not to push too far.

Zdog's own moans felt miles away right now. The lewd sounds across the way their own other world. You felt Miles again, running his tip down your ass, lining himself up.

"Good..." He purred, sliding inside pushing you further against Lyle. You gagged a little, recovering quickly before he was shoved deeper by Miles thrusts. Lyle was lost in his own pleasure, balls slapping against your chin as Miles set the pace behind you.

Lyle dropped lower onto his knees, arching you up, Miles now hitting deeper into you. His hand traced down your queue, you felt the familiar tingle as the fibers locked together. Only it shot through you with far more intensity than before. You felt blinded by the pleasure, every nerve burning with it. It was almost too much to bear, tears pricking your eyes but it felt too good to stop.

As best you could see Lyle's own queue was forward too, all three resting on your back and bound. You didn't even know they could do that but it felt amazing, being connected to them both like this.

You moaned around Lyle as you felt his release fill your mouth. He slipped out of you allowing your own pleasure to become more vocal as his seed spilled from your lips. He seemed transfixed on your face as it did.

Miles pulled you up, hand slipping up your chest to your throat. He groaned and growled behind you loosing himself in the pleasure of it all. Now bouncing in his lap, Lyle watching as the pleasure was still flowing back to him through the neural connection.

"How 'bout you help our love," Miles practically groaned out, not a question but an order. Lyle moved quickly, his mouth joining Miles between your legs.

Between the sensations and feedback through the queue you weren't gonna last much longer. Twitching and screaming through the strongest orgasm you'd ever felt. Your own pleasure slamming back into Miles and tipping him over the edge too. His hips stuttered and he road out his own climax as he moaned in your ear.

He slipped out, still holding your limp body against his. Queues all still connected, firing the content feeling through you all. You could feel Miles possessiveness humming away "mine mine mine" and Lyle's pride pushing at your own chest. Zdog and the others had made their way over, Prager looking particularly spent.

"Aww come on baby, surely your up for round 2." Zdinarsk kissed your knee smirking.

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Lovers fate

Chapter two: flight of the Ikran

Warnings: none that I can think of? Maybe injury assessment?

This chapter is dedicated to a very good friend of mine! Who also created this lovely art you see below of the pair! Thank you so so much! I love you you are truly the best @nin3kyuu ARENT THEY SO FUCKING CUTE!!!! I COULD CRY.

also!!!! Nine! she created Mansks Ikrans name!!!!!!

Mansk had stayed true to his words, he didn’t leave her and he guided her the whole way before climbing up himself first. Making it easier for him to carefully guide her out of the water and onto the safety of the rocks around them. It was only now that she was out of the water that he was able to get a look at her, fully Assess any injuries she may have endured. To his relief The only thing she had sustained was the simple fact that currently she was unable to see. Permanently or for how long he was unsure but at the very least he was happy he was able to save the one person that meant the most to him in all of this. The one person who had begged him from the start not to go through with this mission because she was worried something horrible might happen to all of them.

“ Here sit down a moment and let me look at you.. Look you over i mean. “ Mansk had guided her into a sitting position seeing as how she couldnt look back and ensure she wasn't going to fall over or slide back into the ocean on accident. In time she would learn to live with it, Everything took time. At the moment he knew it would be uncomfortable for her, confusing even. All her life she had perfect vision, didn’t even need glasses of any sort in both human and recom form.

“ We should wring out our clothes, Get as much water out of them as possible before we move again. “ Mansk wanted to give her the option to do things for herself. He didn’t want her to fell dependent or useless to him because she wasn’t. In no way shape or form would she ever be that way to him, he only hoped that she would understand that. On top of that he couldn't guarantee she was always going to be in his line of sight in order to help her. Doing this sort of thing on her own right away was for the best and if she wanted the help he would not deny her that.

Mansk removed his vest as well as his sopping wet jacket, ringing it out before he laid it along the rocks temporarily. There was no use wearing it at the moment given how the water was weighing it down. This way it gave it a moment to dry out a bit while he regained his bearings, checked them both over for anything that might be abnormal. Gave him the chance to call for his ikran before they were to head off.

His shirt came off as well as his gloves in order for him to try and wring as much excess water out of his clothes as possible. Mansk spared quick glance back at Isabella chalking it up to the fact that he wanted to ensure she was doing alright with her own clothes.Carefully she to managed to peel her own shirt off leaving her bra on as she twisted the fabric of her shirt in her hands as tightly as she could manage before unraveling it and shaking it out as best she could. Isabella did this twice before putting her shirt back on and moved onto her pants,doing the exact same. Her fingers sliding around the waistband of the pants in order to find the button on the front as she didnt want to put them back on backwards after all. The pants were done with a little bit of difficulty but in the end she managed to get them back on all on her own. A step forward in Mansks eye seeing as how this was all brand new to her.

“ Here stay still for a moment. “ Mansk moved in order to kneel in front of her, a hand came to the side of her face as the other wiped some sort of wet cloth around her eyes. The man simply wanted to cover all bases, keep them clean just to help whatever healing process was ahead of them. He didn’t know what else to do, what could he do? There was no medical equipment in sight and it wasn’t as if he would know how to use it to begin with as that was more along the lines of Isabella’s expertise.

“ Do you think it will ever come back, i just.. There's no doctors around to really tell the full cause. “ Isabella had spoken and yet still leaned her head into his hand as he continued to clean her up as best as he possibly could. He knew what she was saying to be true but for now this was all he could do for her. For him personally he wanted to feel as though he was doing something helpful, something important after all of this.

“ I don’t know, I'm going to get you to a doctor as soon as possible, I promise. I just want to make sure it’s safe for you. “ He smiled, even if she couldn't see him do so he still smiled at her. Mansk was positive he could get the both of them out of there safely and get her the medical attention he felt as though she needed. Going back to the RDA was the only thing he could logically think of, he didn't know what else to do. Mansk didn't feel as though there was any Na’vi clan out there that would accept the two of them, especially after what he had done in this war.

“ Are you sure going back there is a good idea Mansk? They'll just send you out on another mission like this one,or worse.. I'm not sure I want to go back there. “ It was the truth, cold, hard and honest truth. Even if it meant getting her eyesight back she wasn't sure she would ever want to head back there. The RDA only ever brought death and destruction, something she realized early on after waking up in her recom body.

“ Its the only option i see.. “ Mansk sighed, what other choice did he have? They had to help her, they had no other choice but to help her… didn’t they? He didn’t really want to think about it all too much. He was a good soldier and they wouldn’t waste a bullet on him. Not when he cost them a fortune to make, not when they still needed others to fulfill missions. They needed him and they wouldn’t do anything rash like that, would they? Would they?

Mansk shook the thought away, there was no use worrying about that at the moment. At least not until he wrapped his head around the whole scenario. He had to make things right, had to find a way to help her get her eyesight back. Even though he had no hand in blinding her the man felt guilty that this had been the outcome she endured. He hated that she was the one punished when he seemingly came out unscathed aside from a few cuts and bruises. It wasn’t fair to her at all, especially since she had asked him from the very beginning not to be a part of this.

“ It doesn't matter, im going to find a way for you to get your eyesight back and everything will be okay again. Im sorry Issa.. “ As soon as Mansk had spoken Isabella had reached out for him, hands finding his shoulders in order to slide up towards his face. She wanted to ensure his focus was entirely on her and her alone before she was to speak, wanted him to take in everything she had to say to him before they where to proceed any further. “ Don't blame yourself Mansk. Please whatever you do dont blame yourself for what happened to me. You couldn't have stopped it, we were nowhere near each other when it happened.. Its not on you Mansk. “ A sigh left his lips, leaning his forehead against her own as his hands came up to her wrists. Thumbs stroking softly over her bare skin as he tried to find the words to speak, only he couldn't. There was nothing he could say to make himself feel better about the situation isabella had been thrown into because of this awful war. Instead he pressed his lips to her forehead before leaning back, “ I'm going to get us somewhere safe for the night.. We can go from there. Don't move.. I have to call for my Ikran. “

Standing he moved away from Isabella just far enough so when he was to call for his ikran it would have a safe space to land properly. Staying in the area of the reef clans after he had helped burn most of them was not the best idea. He deserved whatever punishment they would give to him, that was how he truly felt. Isabella however? She deserved none of this and he wouldn't allow her to pay for any of his wrong doings anymore than he already had.

A swift whistle came from his lips as he waited a moment before calling out its name, a name Isabella had not heard yet as she wasn't around when he and his ikran had chosen one another. His hands cupped around his mouth as if it would make the sound travel farther as he called out, “ Kobe!! “

A giggle bubbled up from behind him clearly coming from Isabella the moment he had called out for his Ikran, she must have found the name amusing or funny enough to elicit some form of laughter from her after he had said it, “ Kobe? Like the cheese? “ Isabella knew how good of a cook Mansk was, hell she lived for eating his cooking any time she got the chance to enjoy it. It was nice to have amongst the slop that the RDA fed them day in and day out that was for damn sure.

“ No Kobe like the steak…. Though the cheese is pretty good too. “ A laugh fell from him in return, it went from him calling his Ikran to them to the both of them laughing over a name that he had picked and she misinterpreted. He got to see her smile and that alone made him happy, happy to know that he could make her smile or even laugh. That he had caused that and no one else had at moment.

The cry of his Ikran could be heard from above their heads, the soft flap of its wings was heard as it perched itself on the opposite end of the rock formation. Mansk made his approach, petting the front of his ikrans head a moment in order to calm it down. THe commotion more than likely had confused it and yet it still stuck around for him, to ensure that he had a way out. The man had bonded with the animal and it was only now he realized just how complex things like this where.

Moments passed before he was to move away from Kobe. Ensuring he had grabbed his clothes that where previously set out on the rocks to dry as best as possible. His shirt and vest were the two things he put back on immediately, his jacket however was a different story.

“We’re gonna get moving, here I want you to put this on. '' Mansk kneeled down before Isabella once again. Draping his jacket around her shoulders he allowed her to slide her arms through the holes of the sleeves before he was to zip it up.

“ Mansk what is this even for? “ Isabella could tell it was his jacket, he always wore that damn thing outside or the RDA buildings. It was as if he didn't want to touch anything from the outside world on Pandora and yet here he was putting his jacket around her in order to ensure she was safe. Ensure that in his eyes she was going to be safe and well protected for the flight ahead of them. Sure it more than likely wasn't going to be a very long flight but Mansk didnt want to take any chances. He was far too concerned to think about anything else aside from her safety, shelter and some food. For now nothing else mattered, everything else would come second for now and that was where his mind was at.

“ We're going to fly for a bit… I want to protect you from the elements as we go… won't be that long.. Just enough to find camp for the night. “ Mansk took Isabella's hands into his own as they stood simply to guide her over to his Ikran. Connecting his Queue with Kobe he was unsure how to proceed with getting her up with him. Really he didnt think much further than to get the hell out of there.

“ Just show me where the stirrup is and ill get on after you with a bit of help. “ It was almost as if she could sense how apprehensive he was about proceeding. How concerned he was with loading her up with him and taking off. He was afraid of taking her up high into the air and she didn't want him to be. Isabella was blinded not weak, She could definitely keep a hold on the man as he flew through the air in order to try and find and create some sort of camp out for the night.

“ Alright fine.. “ Reluctantly he bent down slightly in order to grab her leg, ensuring her foot was placed carefully on the edge of the stirrup before he straightened himself up. He then took her hand and placed it along the neck of his ikran so it would be easier for her to steady herself on the way up. “Keep your hand here, I will help you up in a moment. “

Mansk then moved in order to step up, swinging his leg over the neck of his ikran before situating himself properly atop Kobe. His hand was placed carefully over her own, gripping tightly as her other hand came to lay over Kobe and pull herself up with Mansks help. He insisted he face her so her arms could wrap tightly around his waist while they flew through the sky. Mansk wrapped an arm around her momentarily in order to draw her in closer to his body as she settled in against him. Head nestled securely against his chest before he was to take off.

The ikran spread its wings before taking flight high into the sky. It would be sometime before they were to be over any forested area. Mansk had already decided they were not going to land anywhere near islands or the reefs villages. It just didn’t sit right with him after everything that had unfolded over the past few months to days. Sparing one last glance at Isabella before he was satisfied with where she was he could relax a bit for the remainder of the flight. A smile had crept across his face slowly, they were going to be ok. Mansk had Isabella and nothing else mattered at the moment. Though, he only hoped that others may have made it out of that. That some of his friends he had spend all those months out there with had survived. Perhaps they could regroup and find the proper direction they should go on. Despite how he seemed to form a plan and have a level head, the man was grasping at straws. Trying desperately to ensure his plans were good enough to keep the both of them alive.

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Hours passed and the daylight was starting to dim, he would have to land soon. If he wanted to get a fire going for the both of them and some food into the both of them he would have to la nd in the near future. Mansk went down within lush trees and dense foliage, something that could hide them for the night. Give them both a chance to rest and recuperate.

Instead of landing in the trees as one would in this scenario he had Kobe make his way to the ground. Allowing Mansk to get down first and for Isabella to slide safely down and onto the forest floor before he allowed his Ikran to retreat into the trees.

“ I'm going to get a fire going for us and then something to eat. “ Mansk gently tugged Isabella by her arm in order to direct her over to what looked like a fallen limb from a tree that must have broken off in past storms. The plan was to start a quick fire before hunting something down that he could cook up for the two of them to eat. Perhaps even save the rest for morning or if they were to get hungry along the way. Mansk had no idea how long this journey was going to be for them, he had an idea of where he was going to take the two of them, but nothing confirmed, fully quite yet.

“Do you have an extra knife? “ Isabella‘s question was to the point, she wanted to be useful in the situation, even if there wasn’t much she could do. Sure she was blinded, but I didn’t mean she couldn’t work on things while sat in place.“I need a knife and a stick that’s thick enough you can wrap your hands around. Will need it to help cook whatever you catch. It’s better to get them both done at once, it will give me something to do. “

“ I… if you’re positive you want to do that yeah. “Mansk didn’t necessarily agree with having her do that however, he knew she just wanted to participate. She just wanted to feel useful and not burden him. Who is heated and I heard that fact? Even though she was no burden on him at all, this was his way of helping her. If she was concerned about feeling helpless? Then he would do what he could in order to push that sort of thought to the very back of her mind.

A fire was quickly set up giving the pair a moment to warm up before Mansk was to set out for some food. What Isabella had requested had been placed within her hands in order for her to get to work as well. With Isabella’s knowledge and his muscle and skill set, the two of them would be just fine. There wasn’t much either of them had to worry about aside from surviving and getting through those few nights in the wilds of Pandora.

“I’m not going to go far, I’m just going to get us something to eat and come back. “Mansk wasn’t entirely sure if it was going to be meat or fruits he found around the area. No matter what he was going to find something edible for the both of them to enjoy around there little fire.

“Just be careful please, if you find a hexapede the Na’vi call them Yerik, you might find a slinger. Avoid them at all costs, I don’t want you hurt… not for me please. “Isabella had knowledge of many of the creatures that resided on Pandora. When they first started out they had gotten a debriefing on the flora and fauna of the planet, Isabella had been one of the scientists there teaching them the basics. What to avoid, what was far too dangerous to approach and definitely what was poisonous to ingest.

A faint smile appeared on Mansks face as he leaned forward in order to press his lips to her forehead, hesitating a moment to pull away before he was to speak up one last time. “I’ll be ok, I won’t be long just stay here and I’ll be back before you know it. “ he hated having to leave her there alone,however it had to happen. Food was a priority the both of them needed. For now water was settled considering the cantine he had on his ikran was still full. The quicker he left meant the quicker he could be back with a catch for the night. Sparing one last glance at Isabella beside the fire he tracked off into the forest in search of anything to tide them over for the next few days.

They would be ok, they had to be.

Things had to end up alright.

He had to tell her.

I love you.

I love you more than this job.

I love you more than life itself.

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