#miles quaritch fluff imagine

[blue-sadie]

Unplanned

Imagine:

Being spiders mom and one of the ones he calls traitor but when he sees you again he remembers all the things he love about you and to his surprise he falls in love with you all over again.

"Come with me, we can be a family again the three of us dam it we can even have another just join me"

[milequaritchsslut]

Aged Up Yandere Neteyam x Fem Reader Part 1

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, reader being very naive, teasing, mentions of death, possessiveness, fluff, manhandling, kissing, heavy manipulation, mentions of alcohol, marking, crying, tainted reality, abuse, reader being poisoned, worrying, yandere, name calling, fighting, violence,

Word count: 7.2k

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Anything you did was perfect in his eyes. His attraction towards you grew more and more everyday. Every interaction he shared with you, he cherished. He saw you as otherworldly. You were the only thing he thought of, everything he did reminded him of you. His interest in you was never ending, he wanted you with him at all times. But he didn’t want to frighten you, in fact he didn’t want you to know at all. He was smart about it, never talking about you to his family or friends. Always denying his interest in you whenever his friends asked. You were his only hobby, the only thing on this planet that Interested him.

The women of his clan seemed to also have an interest in this young man. He was very attractive and this easily attracted attention. No matter what he did, some girl would compliment him on it. It was nice at first, but he soon became more and more annoyed by these basic women. He couldn’t believe the nerve they had, thinking they were good enough for him? Nobody was good enough for him, only you. You were his one true love, the only woman who was more than worthy of his attention.

Though you never thought of it that way, you hadn’t noticed his lingering stares or how he always made excuses to see you. You kept to yourself most of the time, you weren’t shy or anything. You just didn’t like sharing yourself with others. Except for him, Neteyam Sully never judged you. He was so trustworthy in your eyes, you two had become very close over the last year. You considered him your best friend, though you wished he could be more than that. You were delusional at this point, he was so obviously in love with you.

Even your friends had made you aware of it. When you’d talk to them about him. Sitting in your hut while you weaved your bracelets and necklaces with beautiful pearls and crystals found around the forest. Your friend Kimpi sitting next to you, weaving a pearl bracelet for her mothers birthday had butted into the coversation between you and your close friend Zurka. “So y/n when are you and Neteyam getting mated” she teased, a smile spreading on her dark blue skin. “Kimpi he does not like me like that! We are just close friends” you stated, still so convinced he didn’t share feelings with you. “Y/n he’s always looking at you!” Zurka pushed, grabbing a Pearl from Kimpi’s pile.

Your skin soon turned dark getting flustered at the thought of him staring you down. His eyes were deeper then the heat of the sun, and his lashes thicker than any you’d ever seen. “I’m too scared to say anything anyways” you confessed, changing your position from being hunched over for so long. You were planning on giving this necklace to Neteyam as a gift.

You were always giving him things to remind him of you. Hand woven bracelets, a new knife holster he could use on trips, or just simple rocks you had found on the forest ground while adventuring. They were innocent little gifts you gave, you didn’t mean for them to be anything more. Though Neteyam had a different idea in mind, he cherished your gifts. He saved them all in his hut, always wearing them no matter how ridiculous they looked. If they came from you then they were perfect is how he saw it. His friends would tease him for wearing those girly bracelets saying things like “strong men don’t wear bracelets!” or “those look ridiculous Neteyam”. He scolded them each time, and they soon learned to never mention them. Whenever it came to you, he defended you with his life. He didn’t care if you were in the wrong, because in his mind you were right.

Today was your clans yearly celebration to welcome in growth and prosperity. The clan would feast before eclipse, and party till the sun came up. You had never went to it, scared you’d get too drunk. You had planned on staying home again this year but those plans would soon be forgotten. You and neteyam planned on going to the watering hole with a few of his and your friends for the day. Walking next to neteyam, he had his arm around your shoulder as you walked together. Neteyam was very touchy with you ever since you two had become close. You weren’t bothered by it, in fact you enjoyed having a strong guy like him having his hands on you. Though you did get flustered by his touch, you never stopped him. He loved having his hands on you, even just moving a strand of your hair out of the way made him happy. Any excuse to touch you he took it, but he was respectful about it. Making sure to never wander too low, scared to make you uncomfortable.

“Hey lovebirds, we’re almost there” Rawpi one of Neteyams friends announced, looking back at you two as he walked next to Zurka. With Kimpi and Kilun giggling in front of them. You averted your gaze to the mossy ground, from Rawpis comment.

“Hey don’t listen to him, he’s a skxwang” squeezing your shoulder, smiling down at your flustered state.

“Thanks Teyam” appreciative of his lightheartedness, you eased up and let the sun hit your dark blue skin once again. Today was especially hot, with no clouds covering the sky. Everyone had sweat beading down their faces, fanning themselves with whatever they could bring with them.

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Laying on the sandy ground with a rock supporting your head, you rested your eyes. You planned on sunbathing today, allowing its rays to burn into your skin seemed like a perfect day to you. Neteyam hesitating to join his friends, soon abandoned the idea and came over to you. He’d rather watch you lay in the sun, than not be in your welcoming presence. Walking over to your spread out figure, and ignoring his friends asking him to join them. He stood over you like a beast about to devour their prey, his eyes devoured your position. Wishing it could just be you and him, splayed on the sand holding each other letting the sun burn you both. Sitting down next to you he inhaled your scent, soon finding himself hovering over your body to engulf your scent.

”hey y/n” smiling down at you, now trapping you under him. He had dreamed of this, having you under him so many times, it was basically a memory indented into his mind. You were the only person on his mind, from sunrise to sunset. He was dedicated to you, he only wanted to make you happy. His obsession consumed him and every fiber of his being. He lived to please you and only you.

Opening your eyes, you stared up at the strange position he had you in. “N-neteyam why are you so close?” Flustered, your skin darkened again. Noticing this Neteyam giggled at your embarrassment, you got flustered so easily. “I wanted to lay with you y/n” brushing his finger past your warm cheek. You nodded, letting him shift his weight on your body. Laying his head onto your chest, he nuzzled into your embrace. Getting comfortable he began to purr as he held your frame in his hands. Closing his eyes, you did the same, brushing his soft braids with your hands. Smiling at his cuteness, he seemed so sweet, so innocent just wanting to lay with you.

As you rested neteyam couldn’t help but inhale your scent once again. Your scent distracted his concentration, you smelled so sweet to him. He wanted to attached himself to you, keeping you safe from the worlds dangers. He was possessive of you, always holding you close in public places, eyeing down any man who dared lay their eyes on you. He had to stop himself every time a man talked to you, imagining their dead body under him as he plunged his dagger deeper and deeper each time. He wished he could make you stay away from the outside world, wishing he was the only person you’d talk to, scared that you’d get hurt. In his eyes, he was the only person who could protect you, the only one you needed. He wished you would see that, that all you needed was him and nobody else. He wanted to control you, control every interaction you had with anyone who wasn’t him. You were so fragile, so innocent, anyone could corrupt your sweet little mind.

That was why he would claim you as his tonight, asking to be yours. No not asking, demanding you to submit to him. He had done everything to win you over, he never put you down, always complimenting your appearance, always taking you places you’d never been to, always standing up for you, never putting his responsibilities over you. He had created this image of himself that you saw that you could never stay away from. A man who would never hurt a fly, who would go out of his way to help his people. You entrusted him with all your secrets, which he always kept to himself. You had let your walls down for him, you had been hurt so many times by so many people. He was a breathe of fresh air to you, he loved you for who you really were.

The day went by fast, opening your eyes you had realized you had spent the day laying with neteyam. Looking down at neteyams position you noticed how tightly he was holding you, like you were his stuffed animal he slept with at night. The realization caused a smile to grow, looking up you saw your friends getting out of the water and heading towards you. “Ooo y/n and Neteyam are in looove” Kimpi teased, getting the other kids to laugh. Rolling your eyes, you softly shook neteyam out of his sleep to stop the embarrassment. Lifting his head up, his eyes were half awake looking up at your warm smile. “You are so comfortable to lay on y/n” he admitted, rubbing his head against your neck, trying to warm himself even more then he already was. “Neteyam we have to go it is almost eclipse” you warned, now even more embarrassed by his sudden actions. Lifting himself off of you he scanned your body for any sunburn. “Are you ok y/n? You are very warm” checking behind him, he noticed the group drawing closer.

Quickly removing himself from you, he lent out a hand. Neteyam had always been a ladies man. Always helping you out, even when you didn’t need it. But in his eyes you were a fragile piece of art that needed to be kept safe at all times. Not looking into his eyes as you replied “Thank you Teyam”. On the walk back you and neteyam talked about a handful of things. Mostly about the party later that night, Neteyam had told you he had to go to it as the chiefs son and invited you to join him.

“Idk Teyam, I don’t wanna get too drunk” the thought causing a laugh to erupt from your dry throat.

“I’ll make sure you don’t.” He suggested, he’d rather have you with him than with your friends. He didn’t like them much, he saw them as bad influences on you. They would be getting drunk with you, and he didn’t need them getting you into any trouble. “I’ll keep you by my side the whole time” Glancing back to your friends, you agreed hoping being with him would make it fun. You loved partying, it was one of your hobbies in fact. You were always out with your friends, getting invited to parties almost every night. You enjoyed it, it was how you let out your frustrations. Dancing the night away was your way of letting everything out.

By the time everyone had gotten back, the feast had already begun. You felt bad because you had made Neteyam late. But he reassured you his father wouldn’t be mad. Sitting next to him around the fire, you talked with him about his duties and how it was hard for him. “I’m sorry your father makes you do those things Teyam that’s not fair” offering him your drink. As he took a sip, you noticed Kimpi walking towards you and waving as she came closer. Kneeling down behind you “Hey some kids our age are having their own party. You and neteyam should come” glancing between the both of as she waited for you response. “No we’re gonna stay here but thanks” annoyed that she was even talking to him. “Cmon neteyam it’ll be fun” hoping he’d join you, you stood up waiting for him.

“Y/n that is not a good idea” his expression changed to one you had never seen. It kind of scared you, he seemed to be mad at you for suggesting it. “Yeah neteyam it’ll be fun” Kimpi joined in. His gaze darkened at her budding in “I wasn’t talking to you Kimpi” his voice stern as he talked. “Please neteyam, I promise I won’t drink” placing your hand on his shoulder, you rubbed it hoping it would calm him down. To your surprise it did, getting up he took your hand and nodded giving you a smile.

Kimpi had led you to a small bonfire with kids your age dancing and being loud. There was loud music coming from a radio left behind by the humans, that everyone was dancing to. You didn’t understand the words, but it was still catchy. Looking at neteyam you smiled as you ran to the mob of loud teens. Neteyam annoyed, went to get a drink, never taking his eyes off you. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t need any guys hitting on his future mate. Or even worse trying to take advantage of you.

As you danced, you hadn’t noticed the attention you had drawn to yourself. Someone in particular was eyeing your swaying frame, Kilun one of Neteyams friends. Who was already highly intoxicated from the booze walked towards you. Taking your hand in his he began to dance with you, looking up at him you immediately smiled. He was a mutual friend, who you enjoyed the company of. You innocently jumped with him, his hands moving to your waist. He drunkenly admired your hips shimmering in sweat. Moving his gaze to your face, he unapologetically winked playfully. You giggled at him, as he twirled you around and dipped you in his arms. As you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, Kilun quickly backed away leaving you standing by yourself. “Kilun where are you going?” Walking towards him, frantically wanting your dancing partner back. “S-stop y/n don’t come any closer” he warned, frightened he put his hand out to stop you from touching him, and turning around to leave you by yourself.

Unbeknownst to you neteyam had been watching you and Kilun the whole time. Rage engulfing his vision, he had decided to break you two apart, walking behind you. A dark aura surrounded him, causing people to back away from him in the crowd. His breathe had become hot and hitched, his hands balling into fists from the way Kilun handled you. As you stood there a large hand pulled you back. Their grip almost leaving a bruise on your arm. As you were pulled you turned to face them, stumbling on your feet as they dragged you out of crowd. “H-hey that hurts!” You protested, realizing it was Neteyam you studied his body language as he led you outside of the crowd.

Standing over you his chest heaved in vexation, anger seeped through his pores as he looked at you through his darkened eyelids. Your hands immediately went behind your back, scared by his body language you averted eye contact. Letting out a long breathe he spoke “I told you this wasn’t a good idea y/n, he had his hands all over you. Imagine what would have happened if I didn’t step in Hm?” He talked to you as if you were a child who just disobeyed their parents. “I-I’m sorry Neteyam” scared, your eyes started getting teary. You sniffled trying to keep them in, wiping your eyes as you looked down. Watching you, a wave of guilt moved through him. He shouldn’t have been so stern, now he had hurt you. “Hey, hey it’s ok y/n. I-I shouldn’t have been so mean I’m sorry” Pulling your small frame into him, as he wrapped his strong arms around you. The sudden contact caused your tears to finally come out. You cried into his chest, feeling the salty drops cover his chest. “I-I-It hurt when you pulled me Teyam” stuttering over your own words, as you held him close. Tears clouding your vision as your sobs filled his senses.

“Y/n I’m so sorry. I just- I don’t want other men touching you like that. Because I- Idk how to say this y/n.” Holding you closer with every word. It broke his heart seeing you like this, and it being caused by his own actions. “Neteyam wh-what are you trying to say?” Pulling away to look into his eyes. Your sobs instantly stopped, awaiting his next words. Speaking first “I- I like you” you blurted out, caught up in the feeling that rode through your body. “I like you too y/n” he replied, slowly entangling his lips with your puffy ones. Your eyes closed shut, taking in the moment. You wrapped your hands into his braids, gripping them as he relentlessly indulged into your taste. You began kissing back, sliding your tongue through his soft lips. He tasted like sweet honey, made from the depths of heaven itself. Finally needing air you tried to pull back, but he only deepened the kiss holding you closer into his grip. Not letting you out of his comfort, you tasted too sweet to let go of. He had waited so long to taste you, just for you to pull back so quick.

As you finally freed yourself of his grip, you gasped for air. Letting the oxygen fill your lungs. Making eye contact with him, a sly smirk grew on his soft features from your heightened state. Smiling back, you rolled your eyes and you licked your lips letting yourself fall onto his muscular chest. “Am I a good kisser?” He asked, rubbing his hands on your head. A hint of sarcasm added at the end of his question. His chest still heaving from just seconds ago. Tightening your grip you nodded into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. “Let’s take you home” he suggested as he took your hand leading you back to the village. Agreeing you followed him, the air seemed to change as you walked. It felt new and refreshing, maybe you were just tried? A smirk began to grow on his face once again. You were his now, he owned you, you were all for him to have, and he loved it. All his desires were falling into place, he loved you so much.

You were too beautiful for this world to see, he thought. You had looked so beautiful when you pulled away, your out of breathe state was embroidered into his mind. Your tears glazing your vision, the way your chest had heaved from one simple kiss ignited something in him. He needed you with him at all times, he was scared someone else would be able to see you in that state. That was for him and only him to see, he needed everyone to know that you were his. He needed to mark you, here and now. Without another thought, his lust entranced him. Pinning you against the first tree in his line of sight, he made room for his canines by moving your head out of the way for his. Startled by his actions your breathe stammered “Neteyam what are yo-“ being cut off by his fangs sinking deep into your neck.

You cried out in pain, tears coming down your face once again. Coming up to your face he quickly comforted you, peppering kisses from your cheek down to your neck. “I’m sorry baby- but I had to” placing one last kiss on your quivering lips. Your eyes filled with fear from the image in front of you. His pupils had dilated, frightened you stumbled on your words “T-Teyam your eyes-“ wiping your tears with his scruff hands he quieted you down “shh shh y/n it’s ok” placing another kiss on your temple. “Teyam you’re scaring me” you begged still shook from his past actions. “Baby you’re not thinking straight- everything's ok I got you” holding you in his arms. The way he comforted you, calmed you down. Made you think about your actions, maybe you weren’t thinking straight, now that you had thought about it you were really tired. He would never hurt you intentionally right? He’s a sweet guy, he’d never lie to you about something like that. Convinced you nodded, letting him wipe the tears from your rosy face.

“I-I’m sorry I overreacted Teyam” changing your gaze to the soft soil under you, embarrassed by your overreaction. His gaze softened at your innocent apology “Oh its ok baby, you’re just tired let’s get you home yeah?” Letting you stand up he reached for your hand again, leading you back to the village. That seemed like it was just yesterday now, you and neteyam have been a couple for a few months. You were always by his side, no matter where you two were the other was never far behind. Ever since you two got together it seemed almost like he never let you go out. It was always some excuse “But you hung out with them last week” or “It’s almost eclipse you shouldn’t be out” or “If you care about me you’ll listen to what I asked” . But he was just being kind, he didn’t want you to get hurt. Today you finally planned a day out with Kimpi and Zurka, you were having a picnic in the forest.

Excited, you got up early in the morning to get ready. As you got your basket ready, neteyam had walked in. Surprised you looked at him in confusion, it was still early in the morning and he wasn’t one to loose sleep so easily. “Neteyam why are you up so early?” You asked still filling up your basket. “I could ask you the same thing” annoyed he didn’t avert his gaze, waiting for you to pay attention to him. The room seemed to get hot with his presence, but you’ve gotten used to it. “Remember Teyam? I’m going out with Kimpi and Zurka!” Reminding him of your conversation you had about a week ago. Jogging his memory he sighed “You know I don’t like them y/n, they aren’t good for you”. You noticed how he had an agenda against them, but you just couldn’t understand why. They had never been mean to him in any way that you were aware of. Standing up to meet him you walked up, cupping his cheek in your hand before giving him a peck on his temple “I promise I’ll be safe” before walking past him. His hand quickly gripped onto your wrist causing you to stop in your tracks and look up at him. “This conversation is not done y/n” gaze darkening, as he looked at you through hooded eyes. “Neteyam that hurts” you pleaded, trying to rid of his grip. “why don’t you listen to me baby Hm? I don’t ask that much of you, why can’t you fucking listen to me?” Annoyed he let go of your wrist and walked out mumbling to himself as he did. Leaving you with your thoughts, why was he so cold to you sometimes? What had you done that was so wrong?

Walking out of your hut still a bit frizzled by what just happened, you went looking for Kimpi and Zurka, to find them waiting at the edge of the village. Waving to them, you watched their expressions change into smiles. “Hey guys!” You exchanged smiles as you began to walk with them. “Hey y/n! We haven’t hung out in forever it feels like!” Zurka suggested, as you drew closer to the picnic spot. “Oh yeah, neteyam has been so needy lately” you confessed, tired of him for now. “Well that’s actually one of the reasons we planned this picnic y/n” Kimpi added. Confused you shared looks at both of them. Coming to the spot, you set down the food. Zurka splayed out the blanket, as Kimpi got out the drinks. Once you all got settled , you spoke first. “So what did you guys want to talk about?” Sitting across from them both, as you plopped a berry in your mouth and took a sip of water.

“we don’t think neteyam is good for you y/n” Kimpi let out, she worried for you and your health. “It seems hes very controlling of everything you do, we don’t want you to be with someone like that”. Her position soon changed as she stiffed up, hoping you’d listen to them. “You’re always canceling plans because of him, and he’s very touchy with you when he’s mad y/n” Zurka added, they were wrong you thought. Neteyam would never ever hurt you, he loves you too much. He always tells you how he would never hurt, and he’s a man of his word. Maybe he was right, were they really jealous of your relationship? “Neteyam would never hurt me, he loves me too much. Stop worrying about me I promise you guys I’m ok” It seemed as if the air had gotten heavy, because your eyelids felt heavy. Blinking continuously, you tried to stay awake. Your friends noticing your sleepy state, Zurka confused came closer laying her hand on your shoulder trying to keep you awake “Y/n snap out of it” snapping in front of your face. Your vision blurry, you fell back closing your eyes.

Opening your eyes, your felt a hand underneath you. Looking up you blinked trying to make out the face hovering over you. It was Neteyams, “neteyam where’s Kimpi and Zurka?” Sitting up from his lap. Your hands coming to hold you up as you looked around. “They left you with me when you passed out” running his hands through your hair. “I was feeling fine though, I don’t know why I passed out” you added, still confused. “How long have I been here Teyam?” Turning to face him, you wrapped yourself around him with your face in the crook of his neck. “Oh about a few hours, I was worried for you y/n” planting a kiss on your neck as he talked.

“I don’t mean to worry you Teyam” saddened that your boyfriend would worry for you like that. He asked “Can I tell you something baby?” Moving your face to look at him, he looked into your eyes for approval. Nodding you let him speak “I think your friends might have poisoned your food”. “Teyam what are you saying?” “I’ve told you they aren’t good for you baby, and now look what happened when you hung out with them” taking in his words, you thought about what he said, “Teyam they would never do that to me!” Your thought process was wrecked a the thought they would really poison you, they were your best friends. But maybe he was right, they did say they didn’t want you to be with Neteyam. So maybe this was how they tried to break you apart. “Baby I would never lie to you about something like this, I don’t want you getting hurt” bringing you back into the hug he planted more kisses down your face as he rocked you in his arms.

“I-I know Teyam, they did tell me something though” all of a sudden he stopped, his movements came to a halt at your words. “What did they tell you baby?” Still holding you.“They don’t want you to be with me, they think you’re toxic and we shouldn’t be together” you confessed, tracing small circles on his back. A loud sigh came out of him, as if a weight had just been lifted off his shoulders. “My love I told you they were jealous of us, now this shows that I was right” rubbing the base of your spine as he spoke. His embrace was warm, and subtle. You felt safe within him, so warm and inviting. You loved it when he held you, you would lay with each other for hours on end. Just laying in the sun, as he held you tight. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you Teyam” “I forgive you baby, you were just blinded by their jealousy“. After your conversation, you spent the rest of the day with neteyam in his hut. Kiri had come in to weave a knew hunting socket. Sitting criss crossed a few feet away from you and neteyam “so how was your picnic y/n?” Too focused on her weaving to look up. Looking at neteyam, he nodded as you explained.

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“I don’t think Kimpi would do that to you y/n, maybe you were just tired” Kiri said trying to give you a voice of reason.

Neteyam suddenly got stiff as he held you in his arms, your back flush to his chest. “Are you saying I’m wrong sister?” He asked, his breath coming out hard as he spoke. “No- I just think you need to rethink your decisions brother” finally looking up, only to be met with an angry figure making eye contact with her. “Neteyam are you-“ quickly being cut off “I knew it! You are jealous of me and y/n kiri, you are my sister you should be happy for me!” His voice loud, as the room ran cold. Astonished Kiri sat there for a long while, surprised by her brothers words. She’s been nothing but supportive of you and Neteyam’s relationship since the start. Always saying how cute you two looked together, never snitching on him when he snuck out to see you after eclipse. She was the last person on pandora who would ever want to break you two apart. She soon shook her head, as disgust washed over her face. Her brother’s accusations turning her demeanor cold.

Your ears twitched from the tension that had flooded the room. You didn’t understand what neteyam was talking about, you saw nothing but support from Kiri ever since you had got together. “Is that really what you think of me neteyam?” She asked, her current distraction now put to the side. “It’s the truth” gritting his teeth as he spoke. “You are ridiculous Neteyam!” Taking her hunting socket, and leaving the room she left you and Neteyam alone again. You were embarrassed by his actions, accusing his own sister of trying to break him up? Was he crazy or something? You moved yourself out of his grasp to sit in front of him. You had a worried look on your face as you sat looking at his uneasy state. “Teyam what has gotten into you? Kiri would never be jealous of us” Squinting at him, still confused you waited for his answer.

Neteyam still visibly angry, huffed at your response to his comment. “Have you never seen her eyes lingering on us before? She’s always looking at us, I can see the jealousy in her eyes. How have you never noticed it?” His ears lowering down, as he spoke. Worry soon replaced your confusion, as the words came out of him. “Teyam please don’t act this way towards your sister, she just wants what’s best for both of us” rubbing your hands up and down his thigh, hoping he’d calm down. He was annoyed with you, how could you not see what he saw? It was so blatantly obvious to him. You were one of a kind, and everyone wanted you. Everyone envied him for it, he was so lucky to have you and he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it for him. Not Kiri, not your stupid friends, nobody would get in his way when it came to you. You deserved every gem that this beautiful planet could offer, every desire you ever had he would provide to you. Though you never asked him for much but his love, he never fell short from astonishing in your eyes.

But sometimes you couldn’t help but become disappointed in him when he got like this. You were disappointed in him, he was the next Olo’eyktan and he was making accusations left and right. He didn’t mean any harm right? He just wanted what was best for you both, and you needed to obey. He was more detailed than you when it came to these kinds of things, maybe you just weren’t aware. He was wise for his age, he must be right then. Neteyam noticing your discomforting state, he reached for your hand. Rubbing it a few times, and softening his body before he spoke “Y/n I know what I saw, and I need you to be on my side for this-Please?” Cupping your cheek in his hands, rubbing it softly as he waited. Looking down at your bracelet “ok” came out. Moving your gaze to his soft expression, as you obeyed him.

You hadn’t seen Kiri in weeks, after the incident with neteyam. You weren’t looking forward to the interaction anyways. Today you were working with Neytiri for Tshaik training. Since you and neteyam were almost of age to mate, Neytiri had been training you day in and day out. Inside of the nursing hut, you were hunched over a bowl as you crushed herbs to help an injured warrior. “Yes yes just like that y/n” Neytiri said encouraging your actions, as she bandaged up the warriors bloody arm. Hearing the curtain move, you turned your attention behind you watching Kiri walk in with her arm bleeding. Neytiri noticing she quickly asked you “Go and help Kiri” pointing to the injured girl across the room.

Nodding you got up and greeted her “Come sit Kiri” bringing her to the closest mat. Her expression changing into a small smile, she had expected you to be cold from your last interaction “Thank you y/n”. Sitting down in front of you, you quickly grabbed the supplies next to you and got to work. Grinding the herbs into your small bowl, you could feel Kiri’s eyes burning into your scalp. Clearing your throat you looked up meeting her gaze “So how have you been? I haven’t seen you in weeks” you spoke, out of pure curiosity. Excited to answer she replied quickly “Well I finished bonding with my ikran, she’s beautiful! Her name is Aruka” A happy Kiri was displayed in front of you, her smile was contagious. Causing her energy to spread to you, you smiled back “Oh Kiri that is great! I am so happy for you!” Your eyes full of happiness with your ears perked. Her wound coming back into your line of sight you asked “So what brought you here today?” Moving her hand out of the way, for a better look. It was a deep cut, it seemed to be made by a knife. “Oh uhm- I just cut myself” shying away from your gaze, you became curious as to why she was acting so strange. “Is that what really happened Kiri? You can tell me the truth” rubbing your hand on her knee, searching for her eye contact once again. Before speaking she let out a heavy breathe “It was neteyam, he attacked me”. Your heart dropped from her words. Worried you brought her into a hug before apologizing profusely. “Kiri I am sorry, he should have never done that. I’m going to talk to him about this, I am so sorry he did this to you. You didn’t deserve this” tears welled in your eyes, at the thought of neteyam being so cruel to his own sister. Kiri reassured you she was going to be ok, as you got back to patching her up.

The second you got done fulfilling your duties with Neytiri, you made a beeline to Neteyams hut. As you pulled the curtain back, you were met with a horrible smell. Looking around the hut you found him hunched over, cleaning off his hunting knife. Noticing your presence he quickly got up “My love I missed you!” Walking over, you quickly pushed him back. Too disgusted to hug him, “What is wrong with you!” Infuriated with your mate, you looked for an answer in his eyes.

“What are you talking about mate?” Also searching for an answer in your amber eyes. “Why would you do that to Kiri?” Eyes starting to tear at the image of Kiri’s injured arm. A smile crept onto his face, as if he was proud of his horrible actions. “Oh it’s just a little cut, she’ll be fine” as if that was reassuring to you. “No Neteyam you should have never done that!” you yelled back. Were you seriously yelling at him? Who did you think you were? Your yelling got him riled up. Mad he responded “She deserved it y/n!” He yelled back. He had never yelled at you before, you two had never fought like this. Backing away from his angered frame, he was scaring you. He had just pulled a knife on his own sister, and he was proud? “You are not the same person that you were when I met you” you confessed. Where was that beautiful boy you once knew? The boy who would hold you close, the boy who loved and cared for his siblings, the boy who you loved. All of this was too much for you, too much for your heart to handle.

So you did what came to mind first “I think we should take a break Neteyam” your voice low, as was your gaze. Too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. His heart dropped immediately, were you really going to believe his dumb sister over your own boyfriend? He wouldn’t let this happen, he was nothing without you. He might as well be taken back to Ewya if he couldn’t hold you in his arms. “Y/n your really going to take her side? She was jealous of us! She-She was talking bad about you to Lo’ak and I wouldn’t let that happen. I did it for you, she was the one who pulled the knife on me first!” His lies filled your senses, though you knew he was lying. You couldn’t help but believe him somewhat. Pulling you in for a hug not leaving time for you to respond, he kissed your temple. “Neteyam stop-“ but you were soon interrupted. “I love you y/n pl- please don’t leave me” surprisingly you felt a soft liquid dripping onto your face. To your surprise you looked up to find him crying, holding onto you tight.

Your heart instantly softened at his affection, did you really make this mighty warrior cry? God you were an idiot, why were you so mean to him? He just made a simple mistake right? Feeling bad you hugged him back right away. Letting him feel your tightness surround him and his senses. Feeling horrible about your actions you replied “I’m so sorry Neteyam, I’m not going to leave you- I love you” confessing to your mate. His grip tightened at your loving words, he loved hearing you say it. It was just something about the way you said I love you. It made his senses tingle, and his feet twitch. He loved you so much, he would practically move every mountain for you if you’d let him. He was the one, and you were his to have. But you still had a handful of questions for him “Just don’t ever do anything like that again” you begged, into the comfort of his chest.

I Hope you guys liked this! I’ll be making a part 2 to this if you guys enjoyed it! I would love feedback on this because I’m not too confident for this one so lmk!

Taglist: @ihatethridperiod @neteyam4life

[whxre-bxby]

Fluffy Lyle Wainfleet Art

@tigermoon3 thank you for the idea💕✨

I have mixed feeling about how it turned out, sorry. I hope you still like it💜.

Lyle at the bottom looks fucked😭the hair didn‘t work out on the bottom one either lmao I gave up there.

(I‘m also rlly sorry for giving Y/N specific looks but like I don‘t want to draw her naked with nothing and no skin colour, so I‘m sorry I hope it‘s fine)

Not me using Spider and Quaritch for reference💀

Side rant: stripes are such a pain to do

[fanfiction-blep]

Hiya lovely lady! Can I request a Na’vi miles in a playful mood and a sexual teasing manner with fem reader. ♥️♥️

Oh my gosh HI love!❤️ I'll write this as a short (I have a lot of uni work to do tonight) This is such a fun idea. Hope you like it my imbox is always open if you want to request something else!

Playful Miles Quaritch x Fem/Reader

You were sat down at your desk working, you had a deadline and you couldn't put the work off any longer, and Miles was not making it any easier. He moves between your shared bed and standing behind you. Pushing his chest flush against your back. His chin resting on top of your head, arms hanging over your shoulders fingers fiddling with the loose fabric of your top.

"Watcha doin' princess?"

"working Miles-" You try not to sound irritated with him, despite this his huffs and makes his way back to the bed.

"Look at ya being all smart, it's okay I know ya secretly don't want to pay attention to me" He picks up one of the pillows and throws it at the back of your head. You spin around and glare at him, he raises an eyebrow his dominant behaviour shining through the look. "I'm sorry daddy, I just have to finish this and I'm all yours" You shoot him a loving smile and continue with your work. He starts talking to you now.

"See if ya were not so busy I could be buried deep inside ya right now" his words sending electricity to your core, forcing your thighs to squeeze together to create some friction. He lays back on the bed and starts palming himself moaning loudly, attempting to get your attention. You refuse. You start rushing your task desperate to feel him inside you.

Twenty minuets go by and he walks over to you again. Placing kisses along your face and neck, hands running up and down your side.

"Common Princess be a good girl for daddy, let me fuck ya." The words are a growl you can feel his bulge against your back. A shaky breath leaving your lips, he pulls away and you almost whine at the loss of contact. You finish the last part of your work and turn around. A smirk plastered on your boyfriends face, he taps his knee. "Come here pretty girl, come to daddy"

[afandommultiverse]

Bonjour !!!

J'apprécie ce que tu écris et je voulais te demander si tu pouvais écrire une fanfic avec des lemons de notre cher Colonel Quaritch humain s'il te plaît , voilà tout ✨

Translation: I appreciate what you write and I wanted to ask you if you could write a fanfic with lemons from our dear human Colonel Quaritch please, that's all ✨

❀ A/n: Hi!! Sorry I don’t know for sure if this is translated completely correct, but I would love to make some human Colonel content!! ALSO I AM SO SORRY FOR THE UTTER LAG ON THIS REQUEST I GOT SO BUSY😭😭

❀ WC: 4.1k

❀ Warnings: 18+ Smut, oral (male receiving), fingering, penetration, AFAB! reader, mostly GN, uhh swearing, and Colonel Miles Quaritch is a warning himself🫶

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

Since Miles came back as a recom he liked to remember. Remember life as a human, as a colonel, as a brigadier general, and even father back to a private back on earth. Every time he remembered, it seemed like he was going through it for the first time again. It was funny, how his senses seemed to even remember the memories now, building the feeling of actually having been there when he truly felt like he had only ever been here on Pandora. All this is how he remembered you.

He had been floating through a memory of being at a game, a baseball game, he thought, but he wasn’t watching the game. Some friends of his were talking around him, and that's when his eyes landed on you. God, you were a sight for sore eyes. Gorgeous hair, framing your face just right, and that smile, it was spellbinding. He was whipped the first time he ever laid eyes on you, and he was whipped the first time he remembered you all over again. He would never forget the way his name rolled off your tongue again. When you first said it back to him, he could almost hear it right next to his ear, breathy and sweet calling out to him from the past to re-open the wounds of an ex-lover.

He remembered fairly quickly that this story did not have a happy ending. That you were indeed the one that got away and he would always wish for. But every day before he went to bed, he would remember the story of you two together, like the chapters of a book, or acts of a play. He watched the beginning and downfall of you, and knew deep down he would do it all again, and maybe even change his own choices to keep you.

It started at that game. His friends dared him to go up to you, such a juvenile act, he thought. Even at such a young age, Miles was a wise ass; but he was thankful because now he had a sound excuse to ditch them and talk to you. My god, he wanted to talk to you. He wanted those pouty lips and soft lashes pointed toward him, bright eyes staring up at him, waiting for what he wanted to say. He wanted to hear your calm voice, and keep you beside him forever. So he went up to you, introduced himself like a gentleman, manners and all. He liked the way you blushed and blinked up at him, maybe not expecting the interaction, maybe embarrassed, he didn’t know yet.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miles.” He swore you purred it, eyes staring into him knowingly like you already knew you wouldn’t be friends. No, you’d both be much more to each other than either of you could handle.

He remembers the first night he took you out on the town. It was the first time you hung out as something other than acquaintances, something other than friends. You knew it, and he knew it, something had changed. It was a fun night, a night of driving and fast food, with stops at small views that showed the landscape of the dystopian city that framed them into the new world. You spent the whole night talking about anything and everything. Likes and dislikes, opinions and thoughts that never quite reach the open air with others. You would debate the certainties of life and fallacies, and even when you would disagree, you would shake it out with a smile, respecting each other and where they stood. He loved to make you laugh most of all, whether it be small harmless digs or a dirty joke you had to of seen coming. It never failed to make you laugh and joke with him back. He loved that laugh, his heart even sped up thinking about it. Even now, as he lay in his room on some ship coasting through space, he could hear your laugh echo in the walls of the room, as if you were here with him, living out these memories with him too.

During the night there was a pause, it was the first time in a while that there had been such a silence. Both of you talked out and were content with each other's presence as you looked out of a windshield together. Watching as ships went by in the sky, new technological developments had made the night skies more of a spectacle to watch now, and Miles knew the perfect spot. As you watched with an amazed look in your eyes from rockets flying in the sky, he watched you. Taking in your face, its curves, and angels, the plushness of your cheeks, the way your eyelashes kissed the top of said cheeks when you blinked. He couldn’t stop staring at you. You turned to look at him, a smile painted gently across your lips. He loved your lips.

“What is it?” You asked, chuckling, looking away for a second before looking back when he didn’t immediately answer. “Miles?”

“You are goddamn beautiful, y’know that?” You just laughed, shaking your head and saying a small thank you, but that wasn't good enough. “No, I mean it, I think you are the most beautiful person I ever met Y/n, inside and out. You can’t help but make me happy, no matter what you do.” He watched the way your eyes changed, tearing up a little. He didn’t mean to make you cry, but when you smiled, he knew he had done no wrong.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve met, Miles.”

Looking back on it now, he wanted to laugh at those words, none of them should have been used in the same sentence with his name. He grew up to be a monster, something you knew would happen and was part of your guy's downfall, but he was getting ahead of himself.

He remembered the first time you kissed him, behind an old movie theater in town where young couples like yourselves would go to make out. In all honesty, that is not why he brought you there. He just wanted somewhere where you could both talk without being interrupted by either of your loud uneasy households. But when you whispered to him to follow you back deeper down the alley, closer to a wall filled with names of past lovers carved in wildly, he didn’t protest any, especially when you stopped and looked at him, pushing him softly against the wall and pushing up on the tips of your toes to press your soft lips against his. He remembered the soft sigh released from you when he finally fell out of his shock and pulled you in close, kissing you back with a fervor he had been holding in the whole night. He couldn’t believe you kissed him first, but deep down he wouldn’t have had it any other way. You always kept surprising him.

At the time, he didn’t realize he had been with you for so long. Miles was so lost in you and couldn’t get enough, he wanted to stay with you forever. But this nagging feeling began to creep up the back of his neck, nerves pooling in his stomach. Something was wrong. He pulled away from you and released you from his arms. The whine of protest from your throat made him want to pull you back in, but he couldn’t shake the sudden new feeling.

The feeling ended up being a beating from his father, who claimed he was out too late with a no-good bitch who would only screw him over. Miles didn’t like when his father would project like that, and everything would have been fine had he not said anything back to him, but it was never that easy for Miles.

“You don’t talk about them like that! You don’t know a goddamn thing about Y/n!” Miles screamed, huffing and puffing, but it wasn’t five seconds later that his back was shoved against the wall of his room so hard he swore the wall caved in; there were plenty more of these identical indents throughout the house.

“Now you listen here boy, they’re all the same, and you’d be right to remember that from now on, or I’ll give you an old school whippin’ you won’t be so soon to forget.” He was screaming at himself to shut up in his head, but finally, he didn’t. He didn’t even remember what he said. Miles just knew the second his father's fist connected to the side of his face, he was out. He would later wake up to you gently shaking him on the floor, tears pooling in your eyes ready to drop down on his face. Before they did, he held his hand out and wiped them away. Above all, he found himself shushing you as you cried over him, holding his head in your lap, a frozen bag of pre-mixed vegetables pressed against the swelling on his cheek. You whisper why, to which he lovingly looked up at you, rubbing your cheek at an awkward angle, but it didn’t matter. You were here and you would stay here, his father was wrong.

He remembered the first time you would give yourself to him. He too would give himself to you. It wasn’t his first time, but it was the first time it truly meant something and mattered to him. It was something he could never forget again and was his favorite to revisit at night.

Miles never knew what you had in store that night. You were supposed to meet at a park together, but you had called him, asking him to come over to your house and watch a movie instead. He wondered why you decided to change plans and why you were so eager to get him to your house. When he got there, he noticed your parents' cars were gone and most of the lights off, the only ones on being in your bedroom and the front room by the door. When he knocked on the door, you were quick to answer and pull him in, embracing him for a long time. Your behavior confused him, wondering if something had happened. But rather than asking, he just wrapped himself around you a little tighter and brought his hand to comb through the back of your hair. You stood there for some time before you pulled away from his chest and looked into his eyes.

“Miles?”

“Yeah, sugar?” Your eyes flickered down for a second before meeting his again.

“I love you.” He smiled, leaning his forehead down to rest on yours.

“I love you too.” You let out a shaky breath and moved in slowly to kiss him. He remembers feeling you grip his t-shirt softly before you kissed him a little harder. It wasn’t long before he handed you against the wall of the hallway, one leg wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped around his neck. He didn’t know how far you would take this, but he would be following you every step of the way. When you pulled away for air, painting, you whined to him, and his brain almost short-circuited, taking in the request.

“Upstairs. Please, Miles, hurry.” He looked at you, face flush, lips red and swollen from kissing, your eyes hooded and glossy, begging to be taken upstairs, begging to be taken.

“A-..” He stopped, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” That was all he needed. He hoisted you up and wrapped your other leg around his waist, heeding your instructions to find your room. When he did, he wasted no time laying you down and getting to work. Pressing soft kisses against your neck, he loved the way your breath hitched, a short moan or whine following when he sucked on the delicate skin a little harder. Moving down further, he looked into your eyes as his hand hooked the hem of your shirt, asking for permission and rubbing against the skin underneath softly waiting for it. You nodded and even grabbed the hem yourself, pulling it up and over your head. Your hands went to unclip your bra, but Miles stopped you.

“You gotta let me do some unwrapping sugar, please.” He pouted, loving the way you laughed and laid back down, staring back up at him lovingly while you waited for his next move. He continued down from where he left off, kissed and nipped softly, before reaching the hem of your pajama pants. He pulled at the bow, which was tied there with his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows as he pulled back. His goal was to make you as relaxed as possible, and he knew that the easiest way to get there was to be silly. Now, of course, he wanted to make you feel good, but first, you had to calm down. He kissed your navel when he returned to the hem and looked up at you again.

“I will stop whenever you want me to, you just let me know, okay Sugar?” You nodded, taking a deep breath.

“That’s not good enough, Sugar. I need you to say you understand, and you will stop me if it gets too much for you.” He was serious, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you or make you uncomfortable. That seemed to relax you even more, knowing you were in good hands for tonight, and he cared whether you would enjoy this or not. You knew you made the right choice.

“I understand Miles, and I promise I will stop you if it’s too much.” He proceeded gently to pull the clothing down and set it aside softly, as he had done earlier before he started to kiss down your legs. Switching off between legs until he was at your center, fingers rubbed softly at your hips as they inched closer, finally breaching the panty line. He slipped his fingers between your lips, collecting the nervous arousal and bringing it up to rub a soft circle into your clit. Your breath hitched and gripped lightly at his wrist, legs closing a little in protest, but just slotted his hip between them, pushing them back and leaning down to litter kisses across your neck. He could feel your pulse thrumming under his lips, and when you began to rock your hips subtly against his fingers, the vibrations of your moans burned his mouth.

“That’s it Sugar, go at your own pace.” Your stomach churned with arousal at his words, heat flushing your face, embarrassed by the act of getting off on his fingers, but it felt too good to even think about stopping. Miles watched you rock your hips with fervor, getting more desperate with each rub. When he looked down, he could see clenching around the air, moving your hips up more so his finger would get closer.

“You tryin' to tell me something hm? Use your words, come on now.” You groaned in protest as his other hand came up to your hip and pressed you back down. Your hips came to a slow stop, but his fingers continued his little circles, but it wasn’t enough.

“Miles, please.” You begged, tightening your hold on his wrist a little and bringing his fingers lower, brushing softly against your entrance. He circled his finger around, before inching in slowly whispering,

“How could I say no to you?”

The way you sucked in his finger made his head spin and his dick throb in anticipation. He continued to push his finger in and out, using his thumb to continue circling your clit. He pulled back to watch you, glazed eyes half-lidded, staring up at him with pools of desire, rocking against his hand in earnest, chasing a high you’ve never quite achieved. It was a breathtaking sight that would never leave his memory. Even after all this time, when you were no doubt long gone, he could still remember the keen whine of his name falling off your lips as you tightened around him, pulling that string within in you, taunt. It was only when he began to rub the pad of his finger against your walls that you gush around him, clenching and unclenching around his finger as he rubbed that gummy spot you could never quite reach with your fingers. Your legs shook before ceasing, and a loud moan crawling up your throat released high-pitched as your climax pushed through you. Eyes clenched so tight shapes danced behind your lids until finally, you relaxed, panting heavily

When you regained vision, Miles sat above you with a smug grin as he lapped at his fingers covered in your slick. It was a sight to behold, and what came next only added to that. Miles began to unbutton his pants, pulling them down enough to slip his cock out from his boxers. He pumped himself a few times, keeping his eyes on you and the small mess he had already made you into.

“Do me a favor Sugar, c’mere and give me a kiss.” He ordered, tapping on your leg softly. You complied, sitting up a little shakily and pushing yourself to him, meeting his lips in a hungry kiss and submitting to him almost immediately. His hands wrapped around you and unclipped your bra, bringing it down your arms and pushing it to the side before his hands came up to grasp each breast. Softly tugging at your nipples and rolling them around in his fingers. He was so caught up between your lips and the soft torture on your breasts that he hadn’t noticed your head slip between you both and grasp him. He sucked in a huge breath as he felt your little hand wrap around him and begin to pump, tightening around the tip as you slid your head up. God, did you know what that did to him? He thought right, because you continued to do it, no doubt feeling the way he would throb each time.

He had to stop you before he blew his load all over your hand, so he stopped you, pulling away and muttering a soft, “Hold on.” But you didn’t want to stop, you liked making him feel good, and the way his composure would falter with your hand around him. You wanted to know what your mouth would do to him. He watched you as you bent down wordlessly, not believing his eyes until you wrapped those soft lips around his tip and sucked. The moan he led out made your ears tingle and pussy clench. His hands moved to push softly at your shoulders, not wanting to push you away, but not wanting you to do this if you didn’t want to.

“You don’t have to-” He cut himself off by clenching his teeth as you pushed down, letting him touch the back of his throat before pulling back slowly. He shuttered, not expecting the turn of events, but welcoming it nonetheless. As you set the pace, his hand came to curl itself in your hair, clenching slightly when you would do something, making it feel all too much. When your hand came up to jerk what wouldn’t fit in your mouth and cup his balls, he stuttered, moving to pull back, his orgasm coming in hot, but you moaned against him in protest. He panted heavily, groaning curses, both hands now resting in your hair as he guided you. With each push back down, you take a little more of him down your throat. When you looked up at him, you had this devious look in your eyes. As he dipped back down in your throat, you swallowed hard, tightening around his tip. He couldn’t take it, and finally, it snapped, and with a roar Miles came, hitting the back of your throat and mouth with cum. What you couldn’t swallow fast enough dripped from the sides of your mouth and onto your chest. Miles took deep breaths trying to find his composure, before pulling you off, watching you lick your lips and pick up any stray drops with your fingers and return them to your mouth.

“Sugar, you are way too good at that. Is there something you want to tell me?” He huffed, a little shocked at how fast you had gotten him off, regardless of how turned on he was over all this. You giggled sheepishly and looked away, flush with the praise, as if you didn’t just swallow his whole cock down your throat like nothing.

“I have my ways.” You snipped. By your ways, you just meant your experienced best friend, and he knew this, but still, the thought of you running around behind his back flashed in his mind. Before he knew it, he grasped the sides of your jaw in one hand and brought you to look up at him, pushing the fat of your cheeks in and making you pout before him.

“Watch it Sugar, you don’t want me getting possessive now.” He drawled, let go of your cheeks, only to push you back and watch as he fell on the sheets, bouncing softly. He felt like a predator, about to pounce on his prey, and he was going to be unmerciful until you made him stop.

“You remember what I said, right?” He whispered as he came down to you, slotting snugly between your legs, guiding himself to your entrance, and pressing gently, waiting for you to answer before pushing in.

“Yes, Miles, I know.” Your voice was quiet, anticipating the press-in. As Miles pushed in, you whined with discomfort. You were not used to such a wide intrusion, but the prep from earlier and arousal from getting Miles off was plenty to help. He waited for you, of course, staring down at you as you breathed softly, watching you for any signs of discomfort or disapproval. When he saw none and only signs to continue, he pulled back slowly, before entering again. A hum left your throat, the feeling interesting and lighting fire in your stomach. Your hips rocked against him and he smirked, snaking his hands around them, guiding them to roll against him in the perfect rhythm, hitting a spot that made you breathless and grips at his shoulders harder.

“Faster, please, just a little faster.” You begged, looking up at him with those glossed-out eyes. He leaned up, griping your hips a little hard, before thrusting faster, hitting that spot with more vigor. But when his hand slipped down to rub at your already sensitive clit, it was over. You gripped at his wrist, not quite pulling it away, but trying to lessen the pressure. He withheld, continuing to abuse the poor pearl until you were squeezing around him in every way, panting his name and nails digging into his skin. He couldn’t get enough.

“Come on now, Sugar, I know you got another one in you, don’t be stingy now.” He cooed in your ear, thrusting a bit harder, one hand still on your clit, with the other coming to grip the sheets beside you, holding himself above you as he kissed down your neck back to your chest. He slipped a nipple into his mouth, sucking it taunt, before pulling back and blowing cool air against the area, making you arch your back, reaching for the sensation, but also being ravaged by so many others. That string from earlier was tightening again and quicker than before, making you tense before spasming around him. Miles continued to fuck you through it, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

The room was filled with pants and warm embraces, before he got up, grabbed his shirt off the floor, and cleaned off your stomach and between your thighs, urging you to go to the bathroom if you could. He remembered pulling you under the covers, holding you close, hoping nothing in the world would ever take you away, and in fact, nothing ever did. It was his own selfish decision and plans that took him away from you.

Even now, as he lay in a foreign body, in a foreign ship, heading for a foreign planet, his biggest regret was losing you. So just like clockwork every night, Miles would remember the good ol' days.

❀ A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed it! Please leave any criticisms or suggestions! Oh, and don’t forget requests are still open I promise I’ll try and be better about posting them in time😅

[amesvertes]

can y'all send me requests? i'm bored af

[horrorchicxoxo]

hi !! can i be added to your avatar tag list <3 (for all characters hehe)

Of course 💙💙!!

[celestialthrone]

Aww I love Quaritch and cupcake, they are my favourite after Jake and Bob & Neytiri and seze 🥹🤍

Day 6 of RecomWeek and the prompt for today is Tsaheylu, I've wanted to draw Quaritch's ikran for a while and now I finally pushed myself to do it. I might have to draw an ikran again, cause I found the joy of drawing the design

[whereireid]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

pairing: miles quaritch x fem!reader | masterlist

Summary: You don't like Miles Quaritch, but that doesn't matter — because you love him.

— warnings: fluff + angst = declarations of love, star-crossed lovers. // nsfw content — f receiving only.

“Why don’t you want to be with me?”

Quaritch’s voice is quiet, his breath fanning against your neck as he speaks. His hands grip your shoulders, forcing your back against him. It’s almost pitiful how he’s knelt down to such an emasculating height, his lips pressing against your warm neck, hoping for you to indulge him for just a second. 

You close your eyes. “I don’t like what you do,” you say weakly, your chest growing tight as he suckles softly against your skin. 

“You don’t like what I do, or you don’t like how I do it?”

Miles Quaritch is not a nice man. He’s unnecessarily mean and grumpy, borderline sadistic — remorse or empathy is a foreign concept to him. The dead Colonel which lives within him is the reason why your pleas fall on death ears; he is stuck in an everlasting cycle of choosing his absolute authority over the blissful domesticity that you offer him.

“Maybe I just don’t like you.”

Quartich’s teeth nip at your shoulder, causing a whine to fall from your lips. “That’s mean,” he says, his hands cupping the curve of your thighs. “Ain’t no reason for you to be mean, sunshine.”

Warmth blazes within you as he beckons your legs apart. You feel trapped, the light, feathery feeling of his hands caressing your legs sending guilty sparks of desire flickering through you. His tongue gently laps at the mark he’s left at your neck, running over the crevices of the dips where his teeth had been. It pains, and you imagine he’s drawn blood, a soft hum rumbling against your skin as he runs his fingers along the inner skin of your thighs.

With a sigh slipping past your lips, you say, “I’m not mean. I’m just honest.”

“Why do you have to lie to yourself?” He says it less like a question, and more like an amused observation. 

Conflict bubbles within you. You’re stuck in a predicament that has no immediate solution, the close proximity of Quaritch causing your morality to turn grey. “I’m not lying. I don’t like you,” you mumble, a quiet hiss catching in your throat as you feel his fingers glide over your clothed folds. 

“Why not?”

His motions still. His breath is heavy against your neck, his tail thrashing behind him as he awaits your answer. You pause, the silence palpable and thick. You can list almost a thousand reasons as to why you don’t like him — because he’s mean and domineering, a sadist who gets off on other people’s pain.

None of that matters, though.

Those reasons don’t matter because you love him.

“You don’t want to know the answer,” your voice wobbles slightly as his nose nuzzles against your skin, and he breathes in your familiar, Earthy scent; magnolias and freshly-washed linen drowning him into a well-accustomed bliss.

Quaritch continues to kiss your neck. This time, his lips feel feathery, his pecks peppery and chaste. “I already know it,” he breathes, his persistent energy overwhelming as he gently slides your underwear to the side. “Trust me when I say, sunshine — I love you more.”

Like the aftermath of a gun going off, his confession rings in the air. Your chest grows tight, your heart hammering in your chest. You swallow, your throat dry. “Please don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” His fingers slide through the slickness that he cultivated, a soft coo of affection slipping past his lips and wafting against your neck as he basks in how wet and flush your cunt feels against him. “I love you more than anythin’. My sweet girl, don’t you know that by now?”

“Please stop saying that,” you plead, your voice wavering slightly as his fingers easily find your sensitive bundle of nerves. “It isn’t fair for you to say that.”

As he rolls the delicate nub between his fingers, you lose balance, pressing into his chest for support. It feels dirty and wrong that you’re allowing him to spark an insatiable desire within you, pleasure crackling through you like electricity as his lips drag along your neck, leaving soft, purple bruises in their wake.

“Work with me here, sunshine,” he drawls, his voice husky against his chest, and you whimper, trembling as you slowly open your legs for him. “That’s my good girl, so eager to please.”

You don’t like him. It’s impossible to like him, even when his fingers are causing pleasure to roll through you in stormy waves. Warmth burns inside of you, the gratification that the motion gives you painfully satisfying.

“You’re so mean.”

“I know, sunshine.” Quaritch’s voice sounds a little sad as he speaks, and your chest tightens as his fingers glide down your cunt, towards the entrance. “I’m sorry.”

Dumbly, you let out a soft moan, your walls clenching down around his fingers as they glide inside of your cunt. Your walls are tight and slick around him, inviting and warm, and you feel your knees buckle as his fingers curl. 

Shaking your head, you breathe, “you’re not sorry; you never are.”

“I am, ‘specially if it means losing you if not.” Quaritch softly scissors your cunt, his fingers skilful as they work inside of you. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I didn’t happen to you.” You lax in his arms, your thighs burning as his motions grow slow and sensual, an unbelievable heat pulsing through you. “You sought me out.”

You can feel him smirk against your neck. “That’s right. You wanted me too, though, sunshine. You still do.”

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, his movements dangerously sluggish. You try not to moan, the sound of your bliss dying in your throat as his motions begin to cause your vision to glow black and starry. You stay lax against him, your legs trembling as he mumbles praise against the skin of your neck, and a soft cry is dragged from your throat as he finally draws out what he wants from you.

“Oh,” you mumble, your eyes screwing shut as the sound of your squelching cunt echoes around your bedroom, your wetness painting his knuckles as he continues his deliberately slow motions. “Oh.”

“That’s it,” Quaritch praises, his lips pressing heartily into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing against your pulse point, “cum for me, sunshine.”

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you collapse into him. Your heart feels tight in your chest, your throat dry as you gasp and writhe in his hold, but he keeps you still. There’s a comfort which mulls through you as he nuzzles against you, a soft purr vibrating against your neck as he feels you twitch around him.

When you finish twitching, Quaritch finally allows himself to pull away from you. He scans your frame, his eyes falling to the wet mess of your underwear, which is pooled around your ankles. A flash of sympathy glosses over his eyes, but he clears his throat. You don’t move, your breathing heavy, and he can’t tell if you’re angry or pleased. His lips tug into a frown as he wipes your slick, which had painted his blue fingers white, onto his cargo trousers — leaving the mess until later to clean.

His presence is overbearing, hot and cold all at once. You hear him stand, his boots padding against the floor as he hesitantly recedes from you, walking towards your bedroom door as a means to exit and leave you alone.

“Wait,” you say timidly, your heart hammering in your chest as you hear his movements still. “Just — just wait.”

You hear him stop. You hear him shuffle. You close your eyes. “Please don’t go,” you finally continue, your voice small and strained as you shakily intertwine your fingers together. “Please don’t leave me.”

There’s a beat of silence. Thick and tense. You wonder if the question fell on deaf ears, if he’d just leave you like he’s been known to do many times before.

The response you get it bittersweet. You don’t know if you truly want him here — you don’t know if you want him, but the feeling of his arms wrapping around you and pulling you against him has your heart fluttering in your chest. You stay with your back to him, your underwear still pooled by your ankles, your head resting against his crotch. 

“It’s okay, sunshine.” Your throat grows tight and you swallow the lump in your throat as he speaks. “Let’s go to bed.”

Cocooning you into a bed of warmth, Quaritch’s fingers rest at your hips as you nuzzle against his chest. You don’t say anything, your body curled against his, listening to the rapid pitter-pattering of his heart. 

You don’t like him. He’s cruel and callous, fighting for the wrong side of history. He’s awful; just awful, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s like that to everyone but you. 

You don’t like him, but none of that matters, because you love him.

And you just can’t help it.

— tags: @clockmax @numarusworld @anoungsoneandonly

[milequaritchsslut]

Miles Quaritch x Human Reader Headcannons

Warnings: smut, p in v, daddy kink, queue play, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving)

…

SFW

- He doesn’t like it when people touch him, especially people he isn’t comfortable with. But he’ll let you play with his hair, or play with his queue. Only when he says it’s ok, and you know not to touch his queue without his permission. He lets you braid some of his hair when it gets long enough, he’ll be sitting on the edge of his bed as your behind him braiding his thick hair.

NSFW

- He has the biggest daddy kink for sure, it’s such a dominant name for him. He loves the sound of it coming out of your mouth, he adores when you whimper out for him. “D-daddy?” You’d ask, coming into his room after a long day at work. And of course he’d be sitting on his bed waiting for his precious girl.

- He loves seeing you fall apart under him in missionary. His hands are placed around your waist, his grip leaving bruises for tomorrow. You’ll have sweat dripping down your face from the amount of time he’s had you in this position, your reaching your 4th orgasm of the night and it doesn’t seem like he’s gonna stop. Your panting and breathing heavy under him, your hands gripping onto the sheets. He lets out a hiss from how your clenching around him, and he can tell how close you are. “Being such a good girl for daddy aren’t ya?” He’ll ask in a teasing tone, knowing you can’t even comprehend words at the moment. You’ll just mewl out in pleasure as a tear prickles at your eyes. “Aw is my princess crying?” A smirk growing on his lips, his hand wiping the tiny tear that dared to fall.

- While he’s eating you out his grip is extremely tight. Making sure you can’t squirm away. His hands are wrapped around the plush of your thighs

- his tongue would caress the crevices of your cunt, making sure he doesn’t miss one spot

- he loves the way you taste, and especially the way you whimper out when he tastes you

- he’s an old man so of course he has tons of experience in these situations

- He watches how you react when he touches certain places, and how you get flustered when he calls you particular pet names.

[whxre-bxby]

"I'll Take Care Of It"

Quaritch x human f! Reader  Imagine (fluff) no smut for once.

Summary: You are a scientist working with the new recom-team. You knew most of them from when they were humans, including the Colonel. He notices you are not okay and tries to help, thereby finding out you have a pain disorder. Just fluff of him helping you and being all worried and cute. 

I tried making this a little funny and fluffy, I don't know whether it worked.

Credit to @jinx14 for the idea <3

Word Count: 2489

I sat at my desk with my extremely bright desk lamp, illuminating the papers I was filling out. I used to work for Grace and we studied the connections the trees and all the creatures had with one another and with Eywa. 

Now, I was focusing on the Mountain Banshees. Or the Ikran. The team was meant to learn the way of the Na’vi people which included taming an Ikran. While my Avatar had managed to do it, I had to figure out weak spots or tricks to help the soldiers do the same. I would go with them and show them but my Avatar had been badly injured to the point where it could no longer be used. Now I was stuck as a human on Pandora. 

It was evening and most people had left their offices. I sat in the big office which had about everything I could ever need. The other desks were empty and dark. 

I continued to study the Ikran when I heard the footsteps of someone walking in. I didn’t have to look up to know that it wasn’t a person. There were too few steps for a person to be advancing that quickly.

I finished the sentence before lifting my gaze off the paper and watching the Colonel enter the room, holding a cup. The mug was purposely crafted bigger for the Avatars. 

“Evenin’.” he greeted, scanning the room before looking down at me. I politely smile. 

“Hey.” I greet back, resting my head in my palm again and returning my attention to the papers. 

“You still workin’?” he asks, grabbing a chair from another desk and lifting it with one hand. 

I nod and he huffs, before placing the chair the wrong way in front of my desk and sitting on it as comfortably as an Avatar his size can sit on a human-designed chair. He leaned his arms on the lean of the seat and examined what I was reading. 

“I need this done by tomorrow. Otherwise, I’ll be in trouble and that lady will yell at me because I’ll be delaying the missions.” I say, mimicking her stupid voice at the end. 

Quaritch grins, liking the gossip. 

“I’m assumin’ you ain’t fond of her, ey?” he chuckles, taking a sip out of his cup. 

“Not one bit.” I mumble, rereading the same sentence for the third time now. 

“Yeah, I don’t think I can be much of a help with that.” he says, trying to figure out the sense behind my calculated numbers and biological notes. I smile. 

“It’s okay, I’ll be done soon.” 

“Well, I’m not tired so I’ll keep ya company.” he smiles back and sips again. 

“As long as you stay quiet and let me focus, I can-” I start to say but suddenly, I feel an aching sharp pain shoot through my body. My eyes go wide and I tense up, completely stilling for a few seconds. 

Miles notices I didn’t finish my sentence and looks up at me, his ears perking slightly. His tail stopped swaying behind him and he studied my expression. 

“What? Forgot to hand somethin’ in?” he chuckles, still watching me. When I don’t reply or even react to his joke he starts to get a little worried. 

“Y/N?” he says, placing down his cup. “Oh, uhh. Is it your time of the month? Did you just get it?”

Miles started to panic just a little, slowly thinking of a bad scenario to explain your sudden actions before it is taken over by an even worse scenario. 

“Oh- are you pregnant? What are they called…uh- contraceptives? No. Oh contractions!” he says, his eyes not leaving my face. 

His silly suggestions manage to distract me for a second. 

“What? No!” I say. “Those only happen during labour! Do I look that pregnant to you?!” I say, raising my voice because the pain is still very much present. 

“Oh, no no no. I wasn’t saying that I just-” He started to panic even more and I started rocking back on forth in my chair, hoping it would only last a few more seconds. 

Miles stood up and came around the desk, standing next to me. 

“Y/N are you okay? What’s going on?” 

He placed his hands on my shoulders in an attempt to comfort me but I flinched away. It made it worse and I realised it wouldn’t go away on its own. I stood up, my bottom lip quivering. 

The cabinets of medication were close. I kept mine in there too, but they were too high up. 

We used a stool with steps to climb up and I frantically looked around for it only to find it on the other side of the room. 

The situation was escalating and I started to whine and whimper in pain, not wanting to have to run across this huge lab to get a stool. 

I turned to the cabinet and jumped a little, trying to open it. 

Quaritch was following me, analysing my movements while starting to freak out. When he saw I was trying to reach the top cabinet shelf he hurried over next to me. 

“Do you need somethin’ in here?” he asks, worry dressing his tone. 

I nod, clutching onto the side of the lab counter, trying to deal with what I was feeling. 

He flung the cabinet open and started pulling out boxes of medication, showing them to me while I shook my head, no. They weren’t the right ones. 

“No- uhm…” I want to describe the medication to him but I’m battling my body once again. 

He holds up a package that I recognise. I sigh in relief but then panic a little again. 

“Are there- hnghh…” I whimper, biting my lip. “Small blue pills…” I squeak out. He catches the words and searches the cabinet again, starting to throw out everything that is not a blue pill. I watch the expensive meds hit the ground, the desks and the chairs behind him. It’s fucking raining pills and bottles. 

Finally, he shows me what I need. Without being able to focus on anything else I grab it from his hands and start to search for a glass. I literally move my head in every direction and Miles tries following my gaze while dealing with this chaotic situation. My head does a 180° horizontally and vertically, in search of one goddamn glass. 

“What is it? Do you need water?” he asks and I nod frantically again, waving my hands in front of my face to try and calm myself down, almost throwing the pills away in the process. 

I sign grabby hands at him, needing a glass so I can put some room-temperature water in. He finds one, swiftly scooping it up and pouring cold water from the fridge into it. 

I want to say no because cold water makes it worse but no one can understand my muffled words escaping my clenched teeth.

He hands the full glass of water to me, mirroring my panicked and hectic movements. His ears are strained back and his eyes show his worry because Quaritch still doesn’t know what’s happening.

I can’t drink the cold water and I am unable to think properly so instead of calmly tipping the cold water out into the sink next to me, I chuck it into the air, not being able to even process what I just did. 

I launch myself towards the sink which apparently didn’t suit me enough to rid the water in and turn on the tap, letting slightly warm water fill it. Once it’s full enough for me to gulp down I pop out a pill and chuck it in my mouth and flushing it down with a huge gulp of water. Next, I drop the empty glass into the sink. Luckily it doesn’t break. 

I just need the meds to finally kick in so I can be relieved of this agony. 

For a few minutes, there is complete silence and all that is happening is me jumping from one tippy-toe to another, breathing heavily to keep calm. Keeping calm was of course never an option and it never worked out. 

Finally, after some time I feel how my muscles start to relax and my body no longer feels like it is on fire. I let my eyes flutter closed and inhale deeply, enjoying the feeling of being normal again. 

I slowly turn around, running my hand through my hair, thinking about how I handled this situation well. 

That’s when I’m met with a horrific sight. The room looks like a crime scene. As if an overly aggressive person had a complete meltdown and tore the room apart. I start to remember the past events of the last few minutes and realise everything. 

The chair I previously sat in was lying on the floor. It had a broken leg. Miles must have stepped on it while running after me. 

The floor it was lying on… was completely massacred by the flasks, medication bottles, pills and packages. Some broke and the liquid started to dissolve the pills that had fallen out of their packaging. It looked like a failed science experiment. 

I followed the little trail of fluid and noticed how it started sizzling and bubbling. Then my eyes met a pair of heavy black boots. 

Oh

Oh no.

Quaritch was here. Right. I forgot. His shoes were standing in the middle of a big puddle. A puddle? How on Earth (on Pandora…sorry I couldn’t help it) did that much water get on the floor?

I’m slightly scared when my eyes slowly rise and I examine Miles who is standing in front of me with crossed arms. When I look at all of him I gasp, biting my lip again. I didn’t know whether to fear for my life, whether to feel bad and cry or whether to laugh at him. 

The Colonel was completely soaked in the freezing water he had poured me which I gracefully sent into the air. His hair was drenched and the water had poured over his head and wettened his clothes. Like, there were water drops falling from his chin, his arms and legs. 

Oh my god. 

I open my mouth in an attempt to say something but his worried expression which now turned into a frown makes me forget all words of the English language. I look away nervously and notice that he halfway ripped out one of the cabinet doors while he tried searching for my medication. 

What a fucking mess this was. 

I look back at him.

“Ya feelin’ better now?” he asks, seeming a little annoyed. I nod, still not sure how to react. 

“Fuckin’ hell..” he groans, wiping his face from the water. “What happened?” he asks, looking at me in disbelief before slowly turning around and examining the way the floor became a bloodbath for meds. 

He looked baffled. Puzzled. Perplexed. Rattled, shocked, dumbstruck. The man looked fucking befuddled and speechless. 

I chuckle a little, hoping he wouldn’t lose his shit. “I have this thing.” I reply.

He turns back to me and raises an eyebrow. 

“I have a pain disorder. Or pain syndrome. I can’t control it.” I elaborate. 

“Pain syndrome?” he questions, wiping water from his arms and stepping out of the puddle, closer to me. 

“It comes unexpectedly. It feels like my body is on fire. The nerves are inflamed. It happened ever since the accident.” I say, sounding quieter now. 

Miles is no longer annoyed. He looks worried again. 

“My Avatar got hurt, it was shot in the arm a few times. That’s apparently what caused it.” I continue to explain. 

“This shit helps.” I say, picking up the packet of blue pills. “This too, but it tastes awful.” my hand points to the previous medication he pulled out which was this green liquid in a small bottle. 

“Are you okay?” Miles speaks up, still stunned. I nod. 

“Yeah, it's better now.” 

“Goddamn sweetheart, you really scared me there.” he said, letting out a sigh of relief. 

I look away, feeling bad. I know I shouldn’t but I feel like I may have overreacted this time. It just seemed to hurt much more than usual and I was stressed from work too so I got panicky. 

I glanced at the floor again, seeing all the destroyed medication. 

“Hey, it’s okay. That’s on me. This whole mess is my fault. You’re fine.” He says, coming to me again. 

Miles wants to rest his arms on my shoulders again but then pulls back, remembering how it hurt me last time. 

“It’s fine now. Really. “ I say and he nods, placing his palms on my shoulders. 

“All that matters is that you’re feeling okay. Got it? This here…” he says, looking around and at himself. “...this doesn’t matter.” 

I smile a little. I have never experienced this side of Miles. He was always friendly to me from the beginning on and he would tease me from time to time. But that was it. 

When he died I didn’t know what I would do with my life anymore. He played a pretty big role in my day-to-day activities, so not having him was horrible. When he was basically reborn, we bonded like we did as humans and our friendship seemed to continue where it left off. I didn’t know whether this was a friendship, but whatever my relationship with him was, I loved it. 

“I’ll deal with the mess in the morning. You should get some rest.” he says, leaning down so that we are almost eye to eye. 

“You’re going to clean it up?” I ask. 

“Hell no. I’m the damn Colonel after all. I’ll tell someone to do it.” he says and I giggle. 

“But I need to finish the papers.” I mumble, my shoulder slumping. The weight of the stress was back again. 

“Screw the papers. I’ll tell her that the team isn’t ready yet. It won’t be your fault.” he reassures me and I stare at him.

“You’re like an angel sent from heaven.” I say, smiling. Maybe to Pandora he wasn’t but to me he was. I needed him and it seemed as though the universe saw I wouldn’t make it without him in my life, so they sent him back. Almost as he was before. 

“I’d hope angels aren’t blue.” he chuckles, straightening his posture. 

“Come on, cupcake. Let’s get you sorted out.” 

Miles ran me a bath and while the water was filling the tub, he sat us both down on a sofa. I explained to him everything I knew so far about the Ikran while he held me cradled in his arm, having me leaned against his side. 

The comfort I felt with him was unimaginable. Miles was a softie at heart and he seemed to show it more in his recom body.

[horrorchicxoxo]

Since Tumblr doesn't seem to have group chats anymore, I was thinking of an app called Discord. I'll put in a link so that you can check it out. If that doesn't work, we can always try something else.

Discord | Your Place to Talk and Hang Out

how do i gather up all the navi (and especially quaritch) simps and enjoyers in one space so we can all share our unhinged thoughts abt them

[tarrynightss]

What they’d get you for Valentine’s Day

Characters: Jake Sully, Miles Quaritch, Tonowari, Tsu’tey, Ronal, & Neytiri (gender neutral reader)

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I couldn’t get what I wanted for today finished so have this little thingy for now 💓 happy Valentine’s Day cuties 💓

Jake Sully

Your favorite food

Jake would to try gather and prepare whatever food he knows you like best. Foraging is easy enough, but when it comes to cooking? Great mother preserve him he will struggle. He will have to retry it like four times till he finally feels confident enough presenting it to you.

He’ll cover your eyes and walk you over to the little spot where he set up the food, having thrown some woven mats down in the clearing for you to sit on. He’ll have picked the perfect spot near a twinkling creek or a lush part of the forest. It’s perfect, and though the food isn’t necessarily the best, his gesture is more than grand enough by itself.

Miles Quaritch

Dick A card

Miles had to be reminded by one of his squad mates that it was Valentine’s Day. He knew he was fucked if you saw all the humans at base chat about it while he turned up to you with empty hands. He could imagine your displeased face and the cold shoulder you would give him afterwards, and so he got to work. Pandora didn’t exactly have some store he could quickly run to buy a card or some oversized stuffed animal, not that he even knew if you’d like that in the first place. In the end he had attempted to make a card himself, folding a paper in half and writing some standard happy Valentine’s Day shit on it. He drew a heart on the front, which was very crooked but he was pleased enough to call it a day and slap it into your hands.

Tonowari

Self made bouquet

After Tonowari found out about the little human holiday, it turned into one of his favorite things. He was all for showing appreciation for his mate and had planned out what he would give you well before the day rolled around. People often forgot that the ocean too held stunning plants and flowers, but he was well aware of it. He swam far and wide to collect everything he had in mind, eventually having putting together a stunning and rare bouquet. He would take you out onto the ocean before presenting it to you, happily showing you all the spots where the flora originated from if you wanted to see it.

Tsu’tey

Customized weapon

Tsu’tey didn’t really get the use of the holiday. Why would he give you something that you would never look at again after the day? That would be a waste. No, instead he chose to indulge your human holiday in a different way, customizing a weapon for you. A dagger, bow, spear, whatever held your fancy. He carved intricate patterns into the wood and painted it, letting himself be inspired by whatever Pandoran animal you liked most.

His chest would be puffed out in pride when he gives it to you, explaining exactly why he did what as soon as it’s in your hands.

Ronal

Jewelry

Ronal would take the opportunity to design and make some jewelry for you. She’d use shells, beads, clear stones, whatever she could gather on the beach and in the ocean. She’d make a matching necklace and headband for you, putting the jewelry onto you with a sweet smile when the day finally comes. She’ll compliment you, noting how it accentuates your features, which of course she had thoroughly planned.

Neytiri

Night out

Neytiri is less for material gifts and more into the experience. She’ll want to take you for a night out in which the two of you fly on top of her Ikran as she recounts many of the moments you shared together. She will tell you of all the times she had stared up at these same stars you now flew under, thinking of you and counting the hours till she would see you again.

[byunpum]

The new member

Pair: Miles Quaritch (baby blue boii) x Human reader

tw: Recom squad, fluff, save pandora team, nothing special for the moment. This changes according to the chapter.

POV: Y/N is sent from Earth to Pandora to be part of a particular group of people…

p.s. This story is created after the ship altercation. Neteyam never dies, the sullys are able to run away, but spider decides to go with his "father" to the base. All recoms are still alive.

AVATAR MASTERLIST |Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

NOTE: Hello!!! I'm back with one of my stories, which I usually imagine before going to sleep XD. Actually, I had thought about this story, while I was writing the 'experiment 56' parts. You know this is a pilot, if you like it and I see that it has a good feedback, I'll keep going. From now on I warn you that I am not very expert in this Navi culture, but I did my best. And sorry for the spelling. English is not my mother tongue.

Protecting Pandora Association or by its initials PPA. The association dedicated to the welfare and conservation of pandora. Our goal is to make pandora our home, in a safe and healthy way. Respecting the life that already inhabits the planet. We want humans to be able to coexist and adapt to pandora. Trying not to make the same mistakes we made on earth.

"Are you serious Dr. Williams? The RDA is doing a good job here on Pandora," says General Ardmore, sitting in her office. This was one of the many quotes, complaints and scoldings that Dr. Williams had, towards the RDA and their inappropriate work in Pandora.

"A good job? General Ardmore, they are annihilating Pandora's wildlife and its creatures. Everything. They are supposed to be adapting, not attacking pandora" the doctor complained, the annoyance in his voice was palpable. "we can modify some things, but you don't have the right to question my work here in the RDA" says the general. Taking a sip from his coffee cup.

"Yes, I have all the rights I want. Because I am the director of the PPA, I am the one who signs the checks so that the RDA can continue to survive. And I'm going to make a lot of changes." Dr. Williams was very sure of his plan, and the disaster that was happening in Pandora was going to end.

General Ardmore kept silent, she knew it was better to keep quiet. The PPA was the association that sent money to the RDA to survive on Pandora, for their research and civilization on this new planet.

"Listen to me carefully because I am not going to repeat myself. You are going to stop every attack towards the life of pandora, be it towards the wildlife, the navis and when I speak of all the navi, you are also going to stop the attacks on the tulkun. EVERYTHING HAS TO STOP" the dr, Williams continues speaking. "In addition I am going to send a group of people who will be in charge of keeping an eye on your teams. And they will notify me of everything that is going on." General Ardmore, swallowed deeply and nodded her head down.

A Quaritch was sitting on his bed, as he analyzed some of the bruises on his arms. After the altercation he had with Jake Sully two months ago, he had gotten his non-son, 'Spider', to come with him to the base. The boy had tried to convince his "father" to stop chasing Jake Sully, but he was still analyzing the issue. He was in no physical condition to act and get into trouble.

He heard several knocks on the door. "colonel general Ardmore is looking for you" mansk says, as he peeks in the door. "did he tell you what he wanted to talk to me about?" asks Quaritch to one of his squadron members. "she didn't tell me anything, but she looks kind of upset" says mansk, walking away. Quaritch gets up and heads straight for the exit. He is surprised when he sees General Ardmore outside the rooms. " good morning general" Ardmore interrupts " we are going to have some changes here at the base… well at RDA".

"The PPA association wants to make some changes, and that includes sending staff to supervise our teams," says Ardmore. "With all due respect, but my team doesn't need any supervisors," Quaritch says with an annoyed tone. "But you will, it would be a new member of your team." Ardmore begins to explain everything to quaritch, what was going on and what was going to happen in the RDA. Ardmore hands him some documents, where it is written his new rules to follow. "This can't be," says Quaritch. "Believe me I don't agree with this, but they are the ones giving the money. So we have to play their game" Ardmore walks away down the hall. "The new member of your team arrives tomorrow" says Ardmore as he disappears from sight.

Damn protective association, and their damn rules. A new member, and them watching them all the time?. He wasn't going to stand for this. But he had to, he had no choice. Quaritch entered the common room area. All members of his team were there. "Good fellows…. We are joined by a new member" he says with a cheeky, sarcastic grin.

The RDA and PPA had greatly improved the technology of the transport ships from earth to pandora. Before it was 6 years to arrive, then it improved and was 6 months and currently it was a week. And there was Y/N getting up from her induced sleep. You were a little dizzy, and you were nauseous. The doctors on the transport ship helped stabilize you. And then they moved you to the recessed area, so you could get acclimated to gravity again. A noticeable change in the technology was the new exopacks, which were now super small tubes that were placed in the nose and the rest of the plastic tube was placed in the ears until it was connected to the oxygen machine at the waist. Your mouth was left uncovered, but the oxygen you breathed was enough to keep your lungs from collapsing.

You were transferred with other members of the PPA team, all of them human. You could see through the window how the sun was approaching on the horizon, while everyone was preparing to descend from space orbit to the planet. You had never seen anything like this before, you were in shock. You sat in your seat and waited for the descent to begin.

"Well team, today the newest member of our squadron arrives" says Quaritch, trying to sound positive. But the faces of the team members were something else. They didn't seem to have another member in the group, let alone one to supervise them. They had enough, with the scientists monitoring their new avatar bodies. "You don't know who it will be? Or what he looks like?" asks lyle, as he continues to get ready for the day. " I don't know, but I imagine it will be someone on our level" Quaritch tries to be funny, but manages to get the team to scoff a little. "That's enough… keep getting ready. I'll go to the welcome area and greet the new member" Quaritch leaves the room. "this is going to suck" says Soldier Lopez, as he laughs.

The landing didn't take long, and the entire PPA team arrived safely at the RDA facility. You were a little nervous, you knew what your mission was. You were an ambientalist who had just graduated, you were the youngest in your class. And even in this very team you were the youngest. Many could not explain why they recruited you, but your dedication and preparation got you here at Pandora. As soon as the doors of the ship opened, you were speechless. It was a beautiful landscape, you couldn't wait to investigate the place. Of course, they had already told you that you were going to be part of a group and that they were avatars. And that they were Marines and blah blah blah. You had confidence in yourself, but you couldn't lie… you were scared to death.

Outside the ship were the leaders of each team. They were all human soldiers, except Quaritch, his squadron were the only avatar recoms on the base. The other avatars still had their human bodies. Miles stood there, watching as a number of scientists got off the ship. To his impression, most of them were strong, tall and looked imposing, even some women were like that. He figured if he got someone like that, well… it would be good for the group.

"Colonel Miles Quaritch?" asked a manager." Yes, that's me," Quaritch said as he stepped forward. "Well, here's your new member," said the officer, standing in front of him was a strong, tall man. Quite a perfect soldier. "Nice to meet you" said Miles offering his hand as a greeting, to the boy, until the manager interrupted him. The officer takes you by the arm and pushes you in front of Quaritch. "Y/N…mmm member code 786. Yes, this is your new member." The man drops you in front of this very very tall blue man who was looking at you with a disappointed look on his face.

" Hello!!!! My name is Y/N, I am your new supervisor" he says with a wide smile. This must be a joke, it's the only thing that comes to mind. They just gave him a bunny." H-hello my name is" Miles tries to speak, until you reach over take his hand and give it a squeeze. " Colonel Miles quaritch, I know all about you, it's nice to meet you" you say without taking off your stupid grin. "Ahhh, it's nice to meet you" Quaritch tries to analyze you. You were small, you looked smart and if you could hold half your weight, that was amazing. He knew his team wouldn't like this.

"Are you sure I'm the team you're looking for?" asks Quaritch still in a state of shook. You look down at your papers, then back up at him. "Yes, look!!!" you raise your arms, so he can see the papers. Oh my goodness, you were adorable. Miles takes the papers in his hands and starts reading. "oh, that's right… well we have to deal with this chihuahua" says the man, and you look at him somewhat surprised. He just called you a chihuahua. "Well, y/n….follow me I'll introduce you to your new team" says Quaritch starting to walk inside the base. While he is walking, you were running.

He led you through the hallways, he was quiet. You were pretty sure, he was not happy with your presence. It's not like you are the ideal warrior, you would get fatigued if you ran for 10 minutes and that's if it was a good day. You just wished his team was nice. You had never been in a good group, they always pushed you away from the others, and didn't include you. " Are they nice?" you ask as you try to keep up with him. " No promises" Quaritch says as he keeps walking. Before long you arrived at the door to the bedroom area.

It was a huge door, as it opened you saw how big the place was. Well, for you it sure was big, but for them it was something of normal size. In the middle was a sitting area, in another corner some tables and board games. And all around were the rooms. Each one had the name of each member of the team, but what impressed you the most was the large window on the ceiling. You could see the whole sky of Pandora. And a beautiful illumination came into the whole area. In this area, were all the members of the squadron, they were sitting, they had comfortable clothes. Apparently they were waiting for you to arrive.

Quaritch entered first, and you followed him. All eyes of the members turned to you. You felt your breath stop, when you see how they are getting up and approaching you. "And this beautiful princess who is she?" says Brown as he looks you up and down. Lyle and mansk are whispering various things to each other. " Guys…this is new member" says Quaritch, and everyone gets quiet. " You're kidding, right?" says z-dog, the woman gives you a quick look. "Hey, slow down" lyle kneels down to be at your level. "Nice to meet you, gorgeous…what's your name" lyle, takes your hand and gives it a little kiss. " stop being flirty" Miles pushes him away, lyle stands up and gives you a smile. "My name is y/n" you speak shyly.

"hey, relax… we're not going to eat you" says mansk, as he sits down on the couch." Well come… I'll show you your room" Quaritch guides you to your room, when you get to the door you see that next to you is his room. "This is your room, it's set up for you, you know…it's all oxygen stuff. And you're right next to me. If anything happens let me know" Quaritch hands you the key to your room. "Take the day off, I imagine your suitcases will be arriving later. And don't worry, you'll get used to being here with us" Miles gives you a smile. "Thank you" There is a small silence between the two of you, until Quaritch shifts his gaze.

"I'll let you know when dinner is ready" You give him a smile. Quaritch had to admit, you had a beautiful smile. You walk into your room and he sees the door close. He feels someone tap him on the shoulder. "Wow Colonel…the girl is beautiful!!!" says Brown, shaking him a little. "Yes…she is very…" Quaritch fixes his throat, and pushes his roommate away. "Idiot" Quaritch walks out of the bedroom area. Lyle gives Brown a look, and they laugh.

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The Lie of Providence - Recom/Na'vi Miles Quaritch x Na'vi Female Reader - Masterlist

Rating: Adult, Explicit (eventually) Relationships: Recom Miles Quaritch x AFAB Na'vi Reader Tags/Warnings: Slow Burn, Romance, Redemption Arc, Angst, Comfort, Family, Sibling Shenanigans, Eventual Smut, Fluff (might add more later), Dreams don't make sense, Ewya is testing you and you have not studied Author's Note: I don't know what I'm doing LMAO! I havn't written fanfic in over a decade?? But I keep reading deliectable Quaritch x Reader fics so I got inspired to try my own! I hope you enjoy :)

Summary: You are the eldest child of Jake & Neytiri. When you were a child, you had strange dreams of a Human man. As you grew older, so did your frequent dream visits. He is cold and mean to you. You don't understand why. Yet despite his disposition, sometimes he does engage with you in conversation. Miles is his name. But one day, the visits suddenly stop. You chalk it up to the imagination of a child. Yes that's what he was; an imaginary friend. Yet when you and your siblings are suddenly in trouble, caught in the clutches of Dreamwalkers, you are unsettled to see a familiar face. Though he doesn't seem to recognize you at all.

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 (coming soon)