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cautionworks · 2 years ago

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Baby, Let's Make Another One

A sequel to "Baby, I'm yours".

Pairing: Na'vi! Miles Quaritch x Human! Female! Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Fluff and Smut with a dash of Angst, Post- Pregnancy, Age gap, daddy kink, breeding kink, Na'vi/Human sex, alien sex, vaginal fingering, and Linking Na'vi Queue with Human. Yes, you read that correctly because I'm a pervert and I like to find creative ways to write smut.

A/n: I wrote this because one I wanted to write more Na'vi Quaritch x Human Reader stories and two you would not believe the amount of people requesting that I write more or make a sequel.

Dog tags: An army necklace that's worn to be identified in case of death and is similarly shaped like a dog tag.

Nga yawne lu oer: "I love you."

Nga yawne lu oer nìteng: "I love you too."

@marahisthebest @sofysofiasofi @kassada @automaticwizardnerd @fourcefulcupid @anbanananna Enjoy!

Positive. You were positive on your third pregnancy test. You didn't know if it was possible but you were in fact pregnant with Quaritch's child. That could only be the case, he’s the only person you’ve been with for the past year.

Tears of joy brimmed in your eyes when the realization of a child was growing inside you and the fact it was his. You had to tell him, you wanted to tell him right now, but he was at work right now. So you waited until Miles came home, which was late in the evening. For this special occasion, you decided to make his favorite meal for dinner, Gumbo. A meal that takes him back to his hometown.

By the time you finished making dinner, you heard the door open to hear familiar footsteps.

"I'm home." Hearing his southern drawl of a voice again made you jump in excitement. You set the plates down and came to him with open arms. He immediately crouched down to hug you, his tail swinging back and forth.

Within a few seconds the aroma of spices and fresh meat filled his nose. "Is that Gumbo I'm smelling?"

You nodded your head. "Uh, huh."

He titled his head as his ears moved down. "Aw, thank you, baby." He kissed your forehead. "How ya doin’?"

"Good." You smiled but you couldn't hide the excitement bursting inside you. You smiled in a way that lets him know you're happy about something else but he didn't know what. Whatever it is, he was glad to come home and see you bright and happy.

"What's going on?" He smiled softly. "Did something happen?"

You didn't want to delay it any further so you just blurted out.

"..I'm pregnant." You looked at him carefully to see his reaction.

His eyes widened and ears perked up the moment you said 'pregnant'. He stood there frozen, his face deep in thought. He thinks back to the last time he saw Spider, after the battle of the sea dragon. He remembers when he was standing by his Irkan, injured, and reaching his hand out to Spider, hoping that he’ll come back with him to base. But instead Spider gave him a vicious hiss as his goodbye and jumped in the water and swam away. Quaritch was too injured to try and get him back and so he flew back to base on his Ikran.

It was at this moment that Miles knew that he can’t and will never have the father-son relationship he wanted. No matter how hard his memories demanded him to be with Spider, his attempts of reconnecting with his son failed.

And now here he was, at home with you and you telling him you were pregnant with his child. Could this be his chance of having a family again? Could he recreate what was broken? Were you willing to make a life with him?

"..Is this true, baby?" He said in a hoarse tone, like he couldn't believe what he just heard.

You nodded eagerly. "Yes!"

In less of a second, he lifted you up and wrapped his tail around your thigh, careful to not squeeze you. He was the happiest man alive on this planet.

"..Oh, darlin’, thank you." He smiled fondly at you and kissed you as he spoke words of endearment.

"..Thank you."

One year has passed since the birth of your son, Jason. He was born healthy and appeared as a full human baby. No tail or blue skin but he did have his father’s eyes, which was the only unusual thing about him but you didn’t care, you loved him all the same. As long as he was healthy and functioning well, that’s all it mattered to you. You couldn’t say the same for Miles in the beginning.

When Jason was born, Miles was overjoyed but when the baby opened his eyes, his eyes held the same color as his father. Golden orbs with cat-like pupils. They were Na'vi eyes and it did not sit well with Miles. Quaritch being surprised was an understatement. He wasn’t happy, he was displeased. He honestly thought that his human characteristics would be enough to pass his children as fully human. But who was he kidding, he's a 9,5ft blue alien. It’s a miracle (to him) that his child looked mostly human.

You remembered the look he made when he saw his child open his eyes for the first time. He looked like he saw something that was wrong with your baby and it worried you. "What's wrong?" You asked him.

"He's got..” He hesitated but his memories of his past life got the better of him. “He's got those hostile eyes." He frowned.

You your lips pursed. "...Hostile?!" You whispered yelled to not scare the baby. "How could you say that about our son?" You wish you could get out of the bed and smack him but your body was still too exhausted from the labor. "You better think about your next words carefully, Quaritch."

That name. You rarely ever use that name and when you did it struck through Miles and it made him think.

Was he really upset about it? Could it be his memories of hating the Na’vi transcend onto his own son? He felt disgusted with himself with this notion. From that moment, he had a change of heart, and promised to love the child you've created with him.

He says nothing and you took that silence to heart, making the floodgates open. You started crying and this time it wasn't out of the pain you endured to bring your son into this world or the moment you saw your son for the first time, it was because the love of your life, your partner, your husband, didn't accept the baby you've made. And It hurt you.

Miles saw the hurt in your eyes and immediately regretted what he said. He carefully put Jason down on the hospital crib and approached you slowly.

“..Baby, I’m sorry.” You could hear the guilt in his voice and it made you cry even harder. He wrapped his arms around you without crushing you as best as he could. He felt such a dick at the moment.

He took your hands gently into his, rubbing the knuckles of your hands with his thumb. “I was being an asshole and I shouldn’t have said all that bullshit.”

You nodded as you wiped off the tears on your face.“..Okay.”

When he was close enough to your face, you took that opportunity to grab his ears and yank them down hard. You could’ve grabbed his queue but you didn’t want him to hurt that badly so you settled with his ears.

“..Shit-” He winced, fighting the urge to pull you off because he knows he deserves it. “Ow, ow, ow! Okay, I get it, damn it!”

“Serves you right.”

It was the beginning of January, the year was 2173. You were at home in your room, holding your son in your arms. He was fast asleep when you put him back on the crib, watching him sleep peacefully. You hear small footsteps come behind you and you turned around to see Quaritch duck his head under the door.

He pouts as he touches the back of his ears.

He puts his hand on your shoulder. "Is he asleep?" He whispered quietly.

"Yeah," You whispered back. "He sleeps so easily."

He chuckled. "Just like his old man."

You chuckled as well when the both of you left the room, closing the door quietly.

Unexpectedly, Miles lifted you up and carried you to the living room, you didn't even gasp. He's done this enough times for you to get used to it. He just likes picking you up since you're so small in size.

He sits on the couch with you on top of him, all nice and snuggled. It may be the beginning of the new year, but it was still a bit cold and Miles was a natural furnace as always.

You take the remote control and flip through channels until you settle on channel 13, a random animal documentary displaying on the TV screen. You did not expect to see a pair of lions seemingly horny and about to mate but you were curious enough to not switch the channel immediately.

“Lionesses are receptive to mating for three or four days within their reproductive cycle. During this time a male will mate every 20–30 minutes and can mate up to 50 times a day." The camera zooms in on a female lion lying down with a male behind her, positioning himself to mate with her. You see Miles' tail moves in excitement as the two of you watch the two animals begin mating with each other.

"It is known that mating sessions last less than a minute so the male can copulate many times a day."

It's only been a minute since you sat down and watched some TV and already you feel him touch your thighs, letting you know exactly what he's thinking about. You can't help but lean back into his chest to hear him whisper into your ear, smiling against you.

"..Baby, let's make another one," His hands go under your shirt and shorts." I promise I'll last longer than a lion." He grinned at you and you couldn't help but chuckle. “What'd ya say, sweetcakes?" He kisses your ear, biting it gently with his fang.

The way he said that sends waves of arousal to your already wet pussy. Welp, there goes your cervix again.

"That depends." You whispered back. "Are you sure you want me to have a big belly and bigger tits again?"

You know by now that he would say yes but you want him to say it anyway.

He wrapped his tail around your thigh to keep you from going anywhere and without hesitation he said. "Anyday."

"Then come give it to me big daddy." You smirked in anticipation.

You didn't have to say it twice. His hands slip under your shorts and panties, his fingers graze against your lips, wetness coating them instantly. You heard him groan in delight behind you.

"Damn, yer so wet, sweetheart.You really want another one, don'cha?" He dips his large digits inside you, making you curl your toes and cry out in pleasure.

"..Fuck." You whimpered. "..Y-yes."

You hear an amused hum, a low vibration that comes from his throat and spreads to you. He slides his other hand under your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra so he grabbed your breasts and massaged them with ease as he curled his fingers inside you. It is true that his hands are large to hold your breasts but that doesn't stop him from fondling it.

He whispered to you as if you two weren’t alone. "Feels good doesn't it, baby?" He said with a mix of love and lust tinting his voice. It didn’t take long for his fingers to reach your G-spot, making your legs tremble in indescribable pleasure. You moan and squirm but Quaritch is strong enough to hold you down without delaying the pleasure you’re feeling. Once he's gathered enough wetness, he starts rubbing your clit in circular motions.

The pleasure was beginning to become too much that you couldn’t control the volume of your voice. "..Yes, please, please don't stop! Don't-"

"Sh-ssh," He hushed you, pausing his movements to slow you down. "You don't wanna wake the baby, do ya?"

Of course not. It was one of your big hurdles that you and Miles learned to fuck more quietly snice you were a vocal woman and the fact Quaritch reached your cervix every time you guys made love.

He returns back to fingering you and this time you tried to moan quietly as best you could. "Here we go," He cooed softly. "That’s my good girl."

“..Fuck, I’m cumming.” You cried as your hips wiggled.

“Yes, yes, that’s right, babygirl. Keep goin’, cum into my hands.”

And as if on command you came on his fingers. Hot spurts of cum drenched into his hands and you're still shaking from the unstoppable fingering he's doing to you. And as you continue cumming, he praises you, switching between 'good girl' and 'that's my good girl', as if you can't get more aroused. He releases his tail around your thigh.

When your high fell down, you sat up and turned around to face him. “..Let me ride you,” You whispered to him breathlessly.

He takes off his tank top but leaves his dog tag on. “M’kay, baby. Whatever you say.”

“With your queue.”

His brows rose in surprise. “What?”

“I want to try putting your queue, erm, inside me or just rubbing it against it.”

“..Sweetheart,” He sighed. “Y’know this is a Na’vi thing, I dunno if it’ll work the same way with humans, let alone be harmless to ya.”

“..I know but I trust you. I won’t ask again if you say you don’t want to.”

“Fine, we can try it but I’ll be the one who puts it on.”

You smiled at him. “Yes, daddy.” You spread your legs and used your fingers to spread your wet pussy lips, hoping to entice him.

"Who knew you're such a dirty li'l girl." He grabs the end of his braid and holds his queue out, the pink tendrils moving upwards in a continuous motion. You watched him carefully move his queue closer to your wet folds, making you anxious at the sight of it reaching closer to your privates.

As it gets closer, the tips of it touch your outer lips, it does nothing but keep moving as it did before. He brings it up to your clit and this time your body shudders in pleasure at the contact of it. “A-ah!” You moaned. “..M-miles, fuck.”

His ears perked at the tingle he just felt. “You feelin’ good, baby?”

“Yes,” You breathed. “..Put it deeper into me.”

He gave you a silent nod as he brought the tip down to your wet entrance. Within seconds, the soft tendrils latched into your inner walls, instantly making you feel its pulse. The both of you breathe deeply in unison, the sensation of feeling each other’s body for the first time overwhelms you both. You didn’t think it was possible at all but it was. You didn’t need to be an avatar or recom to experience this intimate moment, the ability to feel someone else’s body.

“Oh, my god, Miles...” You close your eyes as you take in this otherworldly sensation.

“Holy shit,” He chuckled in amazement. “Baby, are you feelin' this?”

You nodded. “..Yes, I can feel you.” You touch his large hands as you smile, a brief look of content painted on your face. “I can feel your breathing, your pulse.” A perverted smile surfaced on your face as you felt something more intense and erotic. “And how incredibly hard you are right now.”

“Me too, cupcake.” He chuckled. “I can literally feel yer pussy throbbin’ right now.” He now senses your body's need to be filled.

“You still wanna ride on my dick, huh?” He lays down on his back as his queue stays attached to you. “God, yes.” You crawl over to him and lift yourself as you take his length into your hands and align it carefully to your entrance, lowering yourself slowly.

With how slick and horny you are, his cock slipped inside you easily and did not interfere with the connection between you and his queue.

“..Christ,” He groaned and it was unlike anything you heard of him. “Ho, baby girl.” He can't believe what he was experiencing at the moment. He can feel himself stretching you and how good it feels to you.

It was a spiritual and intimate experience the two of you were sharing together and all the while you looked so sexy while you’re on top.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered to himself.

The tip of it kisses your cervix and you cry out. “Ah, r-right there, Miles.” He grins at the sight of your expression, with the addition of him feeling you stretched to the hilt. "Look at you, desperate to take my cock again. You want to take my cum again, huh, princess?"

You start to bounce, lifting your hips up and down as your tits move in the same motion. "Yes, yes, daddy!"

"Mnn, and be bred again?"

"F-fuck, yes, please. Cum in me," You cried. "Gimme your cum, please!"

"Mnn, you just always know what to say, babygirl. You take me so well, always so snug around me. It's like you were made to be bred by me."

The praises and dirty words made you shiver in arousal. You bent your body over as you buried your head to his chest, his hands gripped your ass while the other was planted firmly on your small back. Miles groaned as he lifted his hips and thrusted deep inside you, his movements making you cling to him tightly.

"Mmm, yes, baby, just like that. Keep it comin’, mama. Daddy’s gonna fill you up nice and good. Soon you're gonna be so full of cum and when you get pregnant, I'll just keep cummin’ inside ya every night."

And before you were about to say something, Miles felt through his queue you were about to cum soon.

"..Fuck, I'm gonna cum, daddy." You cried to his chest, holding on to it as best as you could while your pussy was getting wrecked. The TV remained on but the sounds of groaning and whimpers and the lewd sounds of skin against skin were louder.

"Come on, babygirl, cum for me." You hear him growl, that's when you know his instincts are kicking in. "Cum for daddy." He smacked your ass.

"A-ah, AH, Miles, please!" You chanted his name like he was your savior, switching between ‘daddy’ and ‘Miles’ until you lost the ability to speak.

“That’s right. Cum.” He pounds below you hard as you whimper. “Cum on daddy’s dick..”

And before he said anything else, you felt his cock throb through the queue, hinting he was about to explode and the sensation itself made you want to release yourself.

"Shit, baby, I'm cummin’-" He grunts as his thrusts become brutal. "Daddy’s comin’,M fuck-"

For the first time in months, you came at the same time together. The two of you shudder in heavenly bliss, your pussy clamps around him so tightly as hot cum rushed inside you. You’ve never cried so loudly and you’ve never cummed this much, maybe it had to do with the queue.

He gives out a few last thrusts before he stops and stays inside you. The both of you are out of breath, hugging each other as you let the afterglow of sex take over you too.

When your high faded, you sat up and took his softened dick out of you, a thread of cum spilling out of you.

..You’re so getting pregnant after this. You thought to yourself.

You looked down to see the queue still attached to you. A grin surfaced on your face as an idea popped into your mind.

"Hey, Miles." You grabbed the tuft of hair on his queue and flatten it onto the front of your vulva. "..Look at my hairy pussy." You smirked as you looked at him funny.

His ear drooped down and his lips curled into a smug smirk and before you know it he bursted into laughter. You know he's always had a dirty sense of humor and it was one of the reasons why you two connected with each other, with queue or not.

"Nga yawne lu oer." He says to you in Na'vi.

You’re not fluent in Na’vi but you know enough to understand what he said to you, so you said, “Nga yawne lu oer nìteng.” with a smile.

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whimsyvixen · 2 years ago

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Quaritch fluff before the real nastiness comes out

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mandowifey · 2 years ago

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Na'vi!Quaritch x Human!Fem!Reader

(Short Drabble!)

Warnings: NSFW, fingering (fem receiving), Voyeurism, hold the moan, public sex, Miles being a smug bastard. This wasn't proofread or edited.

Colonel Quaritch has never been described as a soft and understanding man. This statement was also applicable to the 9ft tall Na'vi reincarnation, who had set his sights on you some time ago.

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Getting used to his quirks and isms took time, and often, you felt as though he didn't quite understand himself either. Both of you were often left guessing.

But not today.

Quaritch was sitting back at a projection table, yellow eyes boredly skimming over a display of terrain while the rest of the Recom team prattled off about rotations and reconnaissance. He was not listening to them, though. Instead, his pointed ears twitched with every breath you gave from his lap.

He liked to humiliate you.

You couldn't tell if it got him off or if he just did it to watch you go red. Being only half his size, you couldn't do much about it. When he forced you to perch in his lap, you had argued and squirmed until his arm wrapped around your body and his large hand sunk under the table and into your slacks.

All your sense left you as those huge blue fingers played and stroked over your covered crease. With your back to his chest, you swore you could hear the soft rattle of a purr escape him. That asshole.

It didn't take much to make you blush, but him fondling you during a meeting had you fighting to keep composure. He knew it, too. Putting an elbow on the table, Miles leaned into his hand, giving the impression he would rather be anywhere else. In truth, he did. He wanted his private quarters with you bouncing on his cock. But work was work, and he could settle on tormenting you.

Your legs open wide under the table as he draws his hand up, then pushes into your underwear. He could hardly fit, and you could feel the strain of the fabric trying to accommodate his pressence. Swallowing noisily, you buck to meet his fingers as they drag down your damp folds. Miles hid a smirk into the heel of his palm. He loved knowing he got you worked up.

There was a prod at your opening, his middle finger seeking entry. You clear your throat, widen your legs for him, and close your eyes as you feel the thick digit slip inside your little hole. Miles eagerly pushed knuckle deep, the tip of his finger bottoming out, making you clench around him and clear your throat again.

A few of the Recoms glance at you, and while your face was bright red, you smile.

"Sorry, tickle in my throat."

Miles chuckled, and the lingering stare from Wainfleet made you certain he knew. Maybe they all did. Supposedly, they all had impeccable hearing and sense of smell. You try to not worry about it, and focus on the massive finger that prodded and pushed inside your cunt.

The sensation was incredible, he reached places in you no human finger - or cock, for that matter - ever could. With a buck of your hips, you attempt to fuck yourself against him. Miles shifted under you, and you realized now you could feel the growing hardness between his legs.

Spurred by your canting, the Colonel began pumping his digit in and out of you, starting off slow. The drag of him against you made your body warm, and your stomach tighten. It was getting difficult to keep focused, especially when his heel pushed against your clit. You were rising fast, and the way your cunt bore down around his finger let Miles know how close you were.

Each pull and press of the Na'vi's thick finger made you quiver, his pad bumping your cervix and causing you to lurch in his lap. You knew the Recoms were pretending not to notice, and the fact they knew at all had you flustered. But that was his plan all along.

Sighing slowly, your small hand squeezes around the forearm stretched down your body as you begin to rock yourself steadily into him. If you had been paying attention, you'd have noticed Mansk and Wainfleet's ears twitching and perking at the subtle sound of your cunt slicking. Miles rumbled in his chest, satisfied that you were coming undone in his lap.

When the pressure became too much and the heat coiled up your vertebrae so suddenly, you saw stars. With every ounce of self-respect left within you, your hands clap over your mouth. The orgasm was strong, body shaking. You shudder and roll your hips as your cunt bears down around his finger. It grips at him in desperate, fluttering motions, as pleasure rattles through your core.

Miles smirks again, pumping the digit a couple more times for good measure before slowly pulling it out and wiping off on your panties. He gives your thigh a 'good job' pat before you fumble to fix your clothes. You could feel the smug aura wafting from him, and grit your teeth.

Revenge was a bitch, and you were certain you'd make him pay.

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mechformers · 2 years ago

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Ma Miles - Ch. 16

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Chapter Warning: Wound dressing, mention of bruised bones/ribs, cuts, talking about Neteyam being shot.

I um... I can't believe we've reached 70k lol What happened? XD Had anyone told me that I would ever write a slow burn this slow, I would have never believed them. Yet... here I am. Thanks a lot, Slang! To everyone who has read, is reading, or is going to read, thank you, thank you, thank you so much!! <3 As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts!!

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The sound that leaves you when the people part for the small boy running towards you could only be described as heartwrenching, even to your own ears, Spider’s bruised frame sprints forward with only one goal in mind as you fall to your knees in the wet, warm sand. You just manage to open your arms before he’s wrapped around you, his small but strong arms holding onto you for dear life as you press your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing openly. Rocking the both of you slowly, you breathe him in, letting your hand cup the back of his messy head while you press his smaller body to your frame. There’s a small voice in the back of your mind that tells you to ease up, to let his smaller body get space to breathe, but in your desperation, you’re unable to let go of him.

“Son?” Distantly, you recognize the wounded, high-pitched voice of Jake Sully, but it’s not before you lift your head to take a deep breath that you notice that the Toruk Makto has rushed past the Olo’eyktan to hold his own son. The sound of the strong man’s quiet sobs pierces something deep within you and you can only imagine the relief of seeing your child alive when you have believed him to be dead.

He’s whispering thanks and blessings to the Great Mother when Neytiri comes rushing through the crowd, no doubt reacting to her mate’s distressed sounds. It doesn’t take long for her own shrieks of pain and disbelief to come forth as she stumbles on unsteady legs toward her son and mate. With her hand outstretched, Jake Sully takes it, pulling her into the hug he’s refusing to end with their son. Neteyam’s grunt when his mother collides with them is painful, but the reunion goes on, the young man refusing to let go of his parents. Smiling through your tears, you watch as the rest of the children join them, happy cries and grabby hands creating a tight bubble around Neteyam. It’s heartwarming to see the young man be cuddled and loved like this.

Stroking Spider’s head, you close your eyes as you feel his small but fierce heart pounding away against your chest. Your son has stopped crying, his small sniffles sounding every now and then as he clings to you. His cheek is resting against your collarbone, his mask digging in painfully, but you couldn’t care less. Your son was finally here with you, his small body clinging to you as you held him. You can’t imagine the pain and hurt he’s been through the past few weeks, or how scared he must have been. Kissing his messy head, you whisper small thank you’s as you get to your feet, still holding him close.

“You saved him,” Jake Sully mumbles, his sharp eyes piercing into yours from your short distance, reaching a hand out for you to join them.

Slowly, you approach your old Olo’eykatan with Spider in your arms, only to be pulled into the hug when his strong hand wraps around your elbow. His forehead presses firmly against yours as he holds you close, whispers of thanks leaving his lips as he breathes deeply. Neytiri repeats the motion when her mate eventually lets up, her eyes piercing into yours as she thanks you, the motion foreign to you.

“Mo’at was the one who saved him,” You whisper back, hearing Jake Sully’s soft intake of air as his head leaves the tight bubble you’ve all created, “I just found him,”

Neytiri lifts her head too and it’s only then that she sees her mother standing with the Olo’eyktan. Mo’at steps forward when another wounded sound leaves Neytiri and you watch as the older woman crumbles in her mother’s arms when she embraces her daughter. At that moment your heart bleeds for Neytiri and what she’s been through. You can only imagine the pain and sorrow she must have experienced while believing her son dead, only to be able to embrace his beating heart once more. To be able to be comforted by her mother and for the Tsahìk to embrace her the way she now does…

“Y/n had already saved Neteyam by the time they reached the Omatikaya clan, all I could do was help him heal faster” Mo’at hums to her daughter and Neytiri’s head whips around to stare at you again. Holding her mother’s hand, she reaches for yours with the other, pressing your hand to her chest.

“Thank you, sister,” Neytiri’s words are spoken with such vulnerability, with such gratitude that it takes you by surprise.

“It was the least I could do after your family protected my son,” You squeeze her shoulder where she still holds your hand to her chest, smiling warmly up at her.

Neytiri is unable to meet your eyes, her eyes instead focused on the blond mop of hair that is your son in your arms, but you don’t think much of it. It’s been a stressful time for both of you and in all honesty, you’re beyond exhausted. When Neytiri lets go of your hand, you turn back to the Metkayina Olo’eyktan, greeting him properly this time whilst still holding onto Spider, refusing to let your son go.

“I come seeking your help. My companion is hurt and he…-” You start slowly only for the Olo’eyktan to hold up his hand for you to stop.

“Your Tsahìk has already explained your situation,” He starts, only for Jake Sully to step up to him.

“She is Omatikaya, Tonowari. I will take full responsibility if you can offer her companion help,” He declares and for a split second, your heart soars with pride and gratitude for your old Olo’eyktan.

“Toruk Makto,” You say politely, your ears bent close to your skull as you wrap your tail around your thigh, the pose as submissive as you can manage with Spider still in your arms, “You will not approve of who he is,”

And with that, you put Spider down in the sand as you walk over to Hawnu. The demon’s head is resting on the other side of Hawnu’s back, blissfully hidden, and with the new tweng and cloak, he doesn’t immediately stand out unless anyone cared to look at his feet or hands. Taking hold of the demon’s short hair, you take a deep breath before lifting his head up for your Toruk Makto to see.

Immediately, there’s an outcry from the Olo’eyktan and Neytiri, and then from behind, the Metkayina Tsahìk hisses furiously as she comes up to stand beside her mate. Your eyes, however, are only trained on Neytiri as she pulls her blade and comes running towards you - or rather, towards the demon. Flipping Spider onto your back, you step between Neytiri and the demon, hissing ferociously at her as you pull your own blade out to protect your own small family.

“Step aside, sister,” Neytiri sneers, her anger, and fury petrifying as it’s directed at you.

“No,” You try to sound brave, but your voice comes out unsteady and small as it leaves your lips, your fear so obvious to everyone around you.

“He drowned,” Jake Sully says, his face crumbling in a frown as he pulls Neytiri back by her shoulder. “I drowned him,”

“I couldn’t just leave him, Sir,” Spider speaks up from your back and just like that, your fear disappears, replaced by a resolve so strong even the Great Mother couldn’t take it away from you.

“You couldn’t just… -” Jake Sully starts but stops abruptly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Lo’ak and I were looking for you when the ship went down and I found him on the bottom of the sea just lying there,” Spider continues, his voice desperate, “He’s my father, Sir,”

Closing your eyes, you let your mind go through every possibility before you make up your mind. Hawnu was close by, the demon already on his back if you needed a quick escape. Opening your eyes again, you stare directly into Jake Sully’s eyes as you sheath your blade.

“You were once a demon from the skies, now; you are Toruk Makto, the leader of our people, a child of Eywa,” You present so forcefully that his ears slick back against his skull while his tail whips behind him. The challenge is clear as day in Jake Sully’s eyes, but he still looked conflicted.

“It’s not up to me to decide anymore, Y/n,” He mumbles as he steps aside.

“Ma Jake, what are you saying?” Neytiri turns to him, her rage almost brimming over as she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina clans, I come to you seeking help. Will you help me?” You direct your question to the leader, not knowing if you want him to agree or not. You watch as the Olo’eyktan looks down at his own furious mate, at Neytiri’s anger, and then at Jake, his face just as conflicted as your heart.

“I will not leave his side,” Jake Sully offers, making Neytiri cry out in outer outrage at her mate’s words.

“Then we will offer help,” The Olo’eyktan says reluctantly before turning to send some of his men ahead.

Gently, you let Spider down from your back, watching as he steps up to greet Hawnu before moving over to Cupcake, the female ikran greeting him excitedly with small welcoming chirps as she nudges her head against his body. Stepping closer to Hawnu, you take a deep breath as you prepare to haul the demon’s huge mass over your shoulders again, only for Jake Sully to move closer with outstretched arms, intending to help you.

But when you whip around and hiss at him, he steps back, holding his hands up, much in the same manner that the demon does. You’re still not sure what the motion means, but you figure it has something to do with meaning no harm. Although you would have liked to get help with carrying the demon, you don’t trust your old Olo’eyktan not to attempt to kill him again. Not after what he had just admitted to doing.

“She is strong, Jakesully,” Mo’at steps forward, resting her hand on his shoulder, “She will need no help with the demon,”

You don’t understand what the Tsahìk means by that but as the demon’s heavy weight slides over Hawnu’s back to fully rest on you, you couldn’t care less as you try to keep upright. You follow the Olo’eyktan to a marui pod on the outskirts of the village, the sea surrounding all but one side of it. Only one way in, only one way out, you think as you walk on tired legs. Spier holds your tail as he follows closely behind you, not yet ready to let go of you. Behind him, Jake Sully and Neteyam follow you, much to Neytiri’s great displeasure. You have a growing suspicion that this isn’t the Tsahìk’s marui pod at all.

It’s a suspicion that is confirmed when you enter the marui pod. To your surprise, the people the Olo’eyktan sent away are waiting for you inside, their shoulders squared as they stare at the demon on your shoulders. In the middle of the pod, a woven mat and supplies for the Tsahìk are set up, yet, the Tsahìk herself, is missing.

On wobbly legs, you crumble to your knees as you try your best not to drop the demon. Spider is still holding your tail, his grip harder as he refuses to let go when you bend down, trying your best to gently slide the demon off of you. It doesn’t work. It never has. With a hard thud, the demon’s bottom hits the mat before the rest of his body follows, much like an overripe banana fruit falling to the ground. Deep within you, you feel sympathy when his head hits the woven mat hard, his kuru trapped between the two.

Stepping back, you pull Spider’s head to your middle, your son still refusing to let go of your tail. His grip on you tightens when the Metkayina Tsahìk enters the pod, Mo’at closely following behind the two. The Tsahìk sneers at the demon until the Olo’eyktan, her mate, squeezes her shoulder while leveling her with a look that seems to pull her anger back from the surface.

“The demon does not deserve the Great Mother’s healing,” The Tsahìk hisses while scowling up at her mate.

“Ronal…” The Olo’eyktan hums, but his voice only seems to anger her more.

“He took our daughter,” The Tsahìk, Ronal, growls, and the news goes straight through your chest, pushing a wounded whine through your lips as you hold back fresh tears.

The demon’s betrayal seemed never-ending the more you learn about the events of that day. It colors him in a light you’ve only heard whispered before, colors him in stories from a war long since passed. This… this being before you is not the man you had come to know, yet, it undeniably still was.

“The demon has been touched by the Great Mother, Tsahìk,” Mo’at hums gently, using Ronal’s title politely, one Tsahìk to another.

“The Great Mother would not touch the likes of him,” Ronal hisses back, her finger pointing shakily at the demon.

“The Great Mother touched me,” Jake Sully offers softly, making all heads snap toward him. “And as Y/n said, I was once a demon from the skies, just like him,”

“The Toruk Makto is right,” Mo’at continued, “Eywa has spoken. As Tsahìk, it is not up to us to challenge her will,”

Ronal hisses furiously as she clutches her head, the battle so obvious to everyone in the room. Mo’at eventually takes pity on the younger Tsahìk when she steps forward, a gentle hand resting on Ronal’s forearm.

“With your permission,” She looks at Ronal and her mate before continuing, “I can offer him healing,”

Immediately, Ronal’s expression softens, gratitude washing through her body. Grabbing Mo’at’s wrist, she breathes a deep sigh before accepting her mate’s open arms, letting herself be hugged by the Olo’eyktan.

“Thank you,” The Olo’eyktan offers, his smile genuine and soft. “I will make sure that you have everything you need,”

“I will join you to Ronal’s marui to collect what I need before returning,” Mo’at hums, inclining her head minutely in appreciation.

Watching Mo’at disappear with the Tsahìk and Olo’eyktan, you let your breath out before sitting down, crossing your legs before you as you make room for Spider to sit. Jake Sully bends down to sit beside you, Neteyam tightly nestled between his own thighs as he holds his son tightly to his chest.

“How is he?” Jake Sully eventually asks as the silence stretches on.

“The demon will live,” You start, your voice unsteady, “Maybe,”

“What happened when you left?” Your old Olo’eyktan continues, his voice gentle as he stares at you.

Turning your head to actually look at him, noticing how he’s looking at you with genuine worry. His ears have rotated toward you, open and rounded, while his tail slaps lazily behind him, the soft thumping soothing as it hits the woven ground of the marui pod. It reminds you of the shame he had displayed when he had come to you with the news of Spider being taken, and just like that, your disappointment in him returns.

“Why do you care?” You huff back at him as you narrow your eyes, your hand cupping the back of Spider’s head, pressing him closer to your chest.

“Ouch… I guess I deserved that one,” Jake Sully winces, his ears pinning down flat against his skull.

The silence stretches between you while you hold your sons against your bodies, reveling in the way their hearts beat against your chests, in the way their lungs push air through them before gently letting them out. Spider and Neteyam are fast asleep where they’re held against your bigger bodies, your son’s exhausted with being strong and just like that, while looking down at them, the two of you seem to come to the same realization.

Although they were both young adults, they were still children, burdened with fighting the horrors of a war they should have never been involved in, to begin with. Although they were old enough to find mates, to go off on their own and be their own master, they were still too young to have experienced everything that they had. Holding Spider closer, you bend your head back as you feel guilt and sorrow wash through you. They had both been through a lot, had been brave and fearsome for their younger siblings and friends, for their parents. You recognized that it would take time for them to heal, time for them to work through their trauma, and to learn how to be children again before they would be able to confidently stand on their own two legs as adults.

“I went to Hell’s Gate, only to find it deserted, so I found the gates of Bridgehead City and demanded to see Colonel Miles Quaritch,” You eventually offer, a peace offering to a man who’s treated your people well.

“You did what?” Jake Sully’s head snaps to the side to stare at you so fast, you can almost hear the pain in his neck.

“They brought me to one of their bright, cold rooms with the see-through metal doors. I don’t know how long it took, but eventually, they brought Spider to me, unharmed. A deal was made to teach the recom unit the Na’vi way, to teach them to accept Eywa in their hearts and souls,” You continue quietly, noting how Jake Sully hangs on every word you say.

“And they did,” You followed, turning your head to look back at the Toruk Makto, “They learned to accept Eywa in their hearts and in their souls.”

The silence stretches once more as you let the words sink in. Jake Sully remains silent, his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought as his mind mulls over what you have just said. To your surprise, he lets you collect yourself, lets you continue with your story without uttering a single word.

“They learned to be Na’vi, each one getting to find themselves as if invisible bonds that had held them back fell away. Slowly, they started to appreciate what the Great Mother has created, each one finding their way, discovering what they were good at, and starting to contribute to the unit,” You continue, your voice growing fond as a ghost of a smile crosses your lips. It’s clear to everyone in the marui that you cared deeply for them.

“I don’t know what happened,” You eventually whisper, your heart breaking once more as you avert your eyes, closing them as you bend your head, resting your lips against Spider’s head, breathing him in to calm yourself.

“I’m sorry I allowed them to take Spider in the first place,” Jake Sully offers, his voice so soft you almost think you imagined it, “You have a strong heart Y/n, a strong spirit. It’s no wonder Hawnu chose you all those years ago.”

Mo’at walks in with supplies in her arms then, the Olo’eyktan follows closely behind her with even more stuff in his arms. Your Tsahìk directs the younger Olo’eyktan to - gently - put the supplies down when his first attempt earns him a disapproving tut from her. Mo’at looks over at your sleeping sons before guiding the Olo’eyktan to sit beside Jake Sully before she starts arranging the supplies the way she wants them. To your surprise, the big man does as he’s told with a respectful nod of his head.

“She always this firm?” The Olo’eyktan whispers once he’s crossed his feet beside Jake Sully.

“You should have seen her when I mated Neytiri,” Jake Sully whispers back, a fond grin on his face.

“I can hear you…” Mo’at hums unamused as she raises her eye at the two.

The boyish grins on the two men’s faces have you shaking your head. Seeing this freer side of the Toruk Makto makes something inside of you shift. You realize that he was cast into the role of Olo’eyktan after Tsu’tey’s death in the battle for the Vitraya Ramunong, a role he was never meant to have, yet, one he did his best to fulfill. Being from the stars, from this planet Earth, Jake Sully had done well by your people as a leader, had given everything to protect and defend them.

Watching as Mo’at mixed herbs, pastes, and salves, preparing leaves and cleaning bowls, you let your mind go pleasantly blank for the first time in what felt like forever. The sea beyond the marui pod washes up against the roots, creating a comforting sound, yet, you keep your eyes closed as you hold your sleeping son close. Mo’at distantly hums about bruised bones and ribs, huffing to herself about how such a big man could be this fragile. After a while, the Olo’eyktan gets up to his feet to resume his duties as leader, promising to bring food after the community meal is finished.

By the time you open your eyes again, Mo’at has finished up, the demon draped in a blanket with his wounds and bruised bones dressed. Jake Sully is staring at him, his face conflicted as his mind races silently while he holds onto a still-sleeping Neteyam, the young man so obviously beyond exhausted. Looking down at Spider, the most beautiful brown eyes you have ever seen in your life stares back at you through the mask.

“I see you,” You whisper gently as you cup your son’s face, smiling down at him.

“I see you, mom,” Spider replies, a soft smile of his own as he’s looking up at you.

“Are you well?” The question makes him frown for a moment before he nods his head.

“I’m tired,” He responds before frowning, “Will he be alright?”

“Your father will be just fine,” You smile reassuringly back at him, noting how his face opens with delight when you acknowledge the demon as his father.

“I don’t know what happened, mom,” Spider whispers, his small, strong hands fiddling with your braid, “One moment he was fine and then he just… snapped?”

“It’s alright, Spider. His actions are not your fault,” You comfort him, trying your best to make him understand that he had no part in his father’s doings.

“When he took me, he went after more villages and when no one said anything, he sent the sky people out to hunt the tulkuns, mom,” Spider’s voice is so small it makes your heart break for him.

“Did he kill any of them?” You dread the answer, but you need to know.

“No,” Jake Sully replies instead, “They wounded Ronal’s spirit sister, forcing her and her young calf to the surface, leaving them for me to find. The mother and calf are healing well,”

Closing your eyes, you’re unable to keep back the wounded sound that leaves you. It feels as if your strength is leaving your body as your heart mourns for the man you had come to know. Anger and betrayal filled its place, poisoning what was left of the hope you still held onto.

“He killed the Olo’eyktan’s ilu before burning the Ta'unui village down, but he stopped the sky people from doing what they usually do with the tulkun,” Spider offers and although it should have been a small relief to know that he had ordered the sky people to stop the hunt, it wasn’t.

“He got my attention, which was what he wanted,” Jake Sully huffs humorlessly, “He went after another tulkun later on, and while our kids tried to save it, he managed to take three of them,”

“Lo’ak, Tuk and Tsireya, Ronal and Tonowari’s daughter,” Sider mumbles shamefully, his voice so small.

“It wasn’t your fault, bro,” Neteyam adds sleepily, his voice rough from just having awoken.

“I could have done something, I should have done more…” Spider counters and it makes Neteyam huff humorlessly, much like his father.

“Like what, gotten yourself killed?” The deadpan expression Neteyam sends him makes your son growl. Had he been born with ears and a tail, they would be slicked back and thrashing.

“When Payakan, Lo’ak’s tulkun, crashed the ship, me and Lo’ak went looking for Spider. That guy, Prager, and the bald one came after us with their guns, but the bald one didn’t really shoot at us, his aim was horrible,” Neteyam chuckles, as he grins.

“Wainfleet is a decorated marksman, Neteyam,” Jake Sully offers, but you don’t understand what it means. “If he had wanted you dead, you would have been dead with the first bullet he fired,”

The truth of the words brings a silence over the marui pod as the reality of what could have happened sinks in. Closing your eyes, you hold Spider’s head close to you in an attempt at comforting yourself while you let yourself hope that Lyle had missed with the intent of not hurting the children. At best, it was a hope to comfort yourself as the man was no more.

“What you did was stupid,” Jake Sully grounds out, his voice angry before he sighs and presses Neteyam’s head to his chest again, “But I have never been more proud to call myself your father,”

“That goes for you too, Lo’ak,” The Toruk Makto raises his voice before turning his head to look toward the seaside opening of the marui pod. “Come on out, son,”

Lo’ak’s head pokes out from the brim of the pod, his ears flat against his head as he slowly, but surely steps out from where he had been hiding. The boy’s tail is wrapped tightly against his thigh as he’s unable to lift his head or meet his father’s eyes.

“Are you not angry, Sir?” Lo’ak all but whispers, his ears rotating toward his father before snapping back again.

“Oh, I’m furious,” Jake Sully chuckles as a grin spreads across his face, “And the two of you will be grounded for life, but I have never been more proud in my life,”

Reaching out a hand for his youngest son, Jake Sully waits for his words to sink in and when they do, Lo’ak’s head snaps up with confusion as he stares at his father. Reluctantly, he steps forward, one foot at a time until he’s within his father’s reach. He’s helpless against the hand that grabs his waist and before he knows it, he’s pulled down into his father’s lap.

Smiling at the display before you, you watch as Jake Sully breathes in the scent of his boys as he holds them close, but most of all, you smile at the way Lo’ak curls up against his older brother, his smaller hands holding onto him for dear life. You can’t imagine how he must have felt when he thought he had lost his brother, but by the way silent tears fall from his clenched shut eyes, the loss had been painful in a way he has been unable to express. Neteyam wraps him up as well as he’s able to, holding onto his brother as they rest against their father’s chest. You lose time of how long you sit there, but when Mo’at returns to the marui pod, Neytiri follows behind.

“Ma Jake, you must come home,” She demands, her eyes not leaving the demon on the ground.

“Neytiri, I can’t do that. I promised I wouldn’t leave Quaritch’s side,” Jake Sully sighs, his ears flat against his skull as his arms tighten minutely around his sons.

“The demon should die for what he has done,” Neytiri hisses, uncrossing her arms as she points at him.

It brings an instantly furious growl from your lips as you jump to your feet to stand between them, blocking Neytiri’s path. The Toruk Makto doesn’t get up from the floor, but his deep sigh is enough to bring Neytiri’s focus back on him.

“Neytiri, Eywa has spoken and I have given my word to Tonowari, I will not break it,” He speaks with a patience you do not feel, “My word is all I have left, Neytiri,”

Jake Sully’s vulnerability seems to touch something deep within her as Neytiri growls and whines before clutching her head in frustration, her ears pinning back helplessly. Had you been able to move from your current place, you would have offered the older woman comfort, but as you are, you stand frozen before the demon with your son on your hips, tucked away from Neytiri. In the end, Neytiri lowers her arms as she helplessly looks at you, her eyes wide and filled with fear, and just like that, you can’t blame her.

“Thank you, sister,” Your voice is soft as you speak, your hand reaching out to hold her when she tightly grasps it.

Neytiri is unable to say anything, but her hand clutches yours before the other one comes up to cover your clasped hands. Her eyes have softened when she looks down at you. She looks lost and you understand that feeling. From one mother to another, you share in her desperation to keep your kid safe, to ensure that they have the best paths laid before them. Although he Great Mother had spoken, you did still not know if saving the demon would be the right one for Spider, for the whole of Pandora, but when you close your eyes at night, it is his touch that you feel behind you and just before you open them again, it is his sharp eyes that you see, leaning in to share his love with you.

Releasing your hand, Neytiri walks over to sit beside her mate and sons, her arms wrapping around both Neteyam and Lo’ak as she breathes him in, reveling in his smell. Jake Sully smiles gently before looking behind you where Mo’at works unbothered by her daughter's temper tantrum, seemingly used to it. She has pulled the blanket down from the demon’s chest, revealing the smattering of leaves protecting the pastes and salves beneath. You watch as his chest rises and falls in deep rest, the man far away from his present predicament.

“What happened next,” Jake Sully hums into the silence, his eyes sharp as he stares at nothing in particular, but his voice leaves little doubt about where he’s going with this.

“Spider and I went to look for you, diving around the ship in hopes to find you. We split up and then… Well, I found you,” Lo’ak started, refusing to lift his head from Neteyam’s shoulder.

“And then I found him,” Spider continues, his eyes filling with tears as he clutches harder onto your braid, “At first I left him. He’s caused so much pain, so much suffering and I just… Everyone would be so much better without him, but mom, he’s my father,”

Spider’s tears are falling, fat and clear, as he squeezes his eyes shut, afraid to see your reaction. Shuffling him over to your front, you wrap both arms around him as he sobs. Behind your back, his small hands find your braid again as he clutches onto it tightly, his small legs locking at the small of your back. Shushing him, you cup the back of his head while comforting him, feeling your heart clench painfully at the fact that there is nothing you can do to help him except to just be there for him. Eventually, he lifts his head from your shoulder as he looks up at you, tears hanging from his big brown eyes and you can find no fault in his reasoning.

“I know, I know,” You smile down at him, bending to rest your forehead on his through the mask on his face, “It’s alright,”

When you lift your head from his, even Jake Sully seems like he reluctantly agrees with your son’s compassion. Neytiri’s still scowling, but her features don’t look as hard as they previously had, the older woman obviously struggling to find fault in your son’s reasoning, despite the fact that his father is such a man.

“I got him out of the wreck and up to the surface, pulling him with me to the nearest rock, but by then he was already waking up. He asked me to come with him, mom, but I couldn’t go with him,” Spider continues, his voice growing sadder with each word, “He looked so sad when I left him, mom,”

The confession breaks you, the sudden intake of air into your lungs threatening to choke you. He had asked Spider to come with him, had even looked sad when Spider refused, leaving him behind for Cupcake to deal with. Could there still be something within him that longed for the life he had turned his back on? Turning your head, you stare at the demon, noting how carefree he looks in his sleep. It’s not the peaceful rest he had worn before, but like this, he looks as if there’s still hope for change in him.

“I’ll find a way, Spider,” You whisper into his hair, closing your eyes as you breathe him in to calm yourself, “I swear, I will find a way,”

The promise seemed to calm your son’s nerves as the death grip he had on your kuru eased. You have a need to bounce him in your arms like you did when he was a baby, but you bite your cheek to refrain from doing so, reminding yourself that he was on the cusp of adulthood. Still, the need resided deep within you. Holding him close like this would have to be enough, however. Turning around, you’re surprised to see the Olo’eyktan in the opening, his big frame resting against the marui pod while he waits.

“Olo’eyktan,” You mutter, clumsily greeting him.

“There is no need for this,” His voice rumbles as he steps inside, only to come to a stop before you. “It takes a strong heart and a mighty spirit to stand up to your father like that, little warrior,”

You watch as Jake Sully gets to his feet, his arms still clutching onto both of his sons as he grunts, refusing to put them down, much the same way you are. Behind the strength he projects, you realize that he’s just as afraid of waking up to find that this had just been a dream. Neteyam and Lo’ak look huge in his arms, dwarfing their father where they’re clutching onto him with their long legs. Still, Jake Sully greets the Olo’eyktan with a nod, as if any of this was normal.

“Tonowari,” Jake Sully offers, his sons quickly mumbling a formal greeting as their father spreads his legs to even out their weight.

“You look tired, my friend. Why don’t you take your family home to rest?” The Olo’eyktan, Tonwari, hums, a gentle smile on his face.

“Can’t do that, I promised I wouldn’t leave Quaritch’s side,” Jake Sully grunts back, the weight of his sons obviously heavy in his tired arms.

“The Tsahìk has informed me that the demon will not wake from his sleep any time soon, and although I admire the loyalty to your promise, I would feel better if you took your family home,” Tonowari continues, his big hands cupping both Neteyam and Lo’ak’s heads as his thumb gently caresses them while he waits for the Toruk Makto to decide, “I will have warriors watching the pod,”

That seems to do it. Jake Sully sighs heavily as he bends his head for a short moment before looking up at Tonowari, his eyes brimming with emotions as his smile stretches unevenly.

“Thank you, my friend,” He breathes with relief as Neytiri comes up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder to show her support.

“Tsireya and Ronal have left food in your kelku. Do me a favor and don’t let me see you tomorrow,” Tonowari grins as Jake Sully chuckles with tears in his eyes, the Toruk Mako struggling to keep his emotions at bay.

“Thank you,” Neytiri hums as Jake Sully turns to leave.

“Y/n…” He calls to you, but nothing follows.

No words are needed for what your old Olo’eyktan is trying to say. It’s written so clearly in the way his eyes glow while he looks at you, in the way his arms no doubt burn under the weight of his sons. It’s in his voice, in his breath, and in his presence. And even though she won’t say it, even though she doesn’t agree with saving the demon, it's in Neytiri’s smile, as she looks at you, from the entrance.

“I will place warriors to stand guard on the outside, but your Tsahìk tells me that your companion will not wake any time soon,” Tonowari relays the message to you too, even though you had just heard it.

“There is a sleeping draft in the food I have given him,” Mo’at hums as she finishes redressing the demon’s wounds.

The older woman has been suspiciously quiet since arriving in the village, her eyes observing where her mouth does not. You figure that she knows more than she’s letting on, more than she’s ready to relay - or, perhaps, more than you are ready to know. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head in understanding.

“Tomorrow, I will teach you how to dress his wounds,” It’s spoken with such finality that you take a moment to understand what she’s saying.

You hadn’t expected Mo’at to handle the demon for you, but a small part of you had hoped that you could steer clear of the task. Especially after the whole cave incident. Still, you understood that he was your responsibility and that his healing ultimately would be up to you. Getting a better hold on Spider, you turn back to the big leader in front of you.

“There is food in that basket,” He hums, presenting a huge basket by the entrance that you hadn’t noticed before now. “I will come by tomorrow morning to help you settle in, but nesting materials were brought in earlier. This will be your kelku for as long as you stay here, so make yourselves comfortable,”

“Thank you, Olo’eyktan,” You nod your head, grateful that you were taken care of like this.

“Your son has already settled into the village, although new to the sea. He will be safe even without your eyes on him,” Tonowari smiles gently down at you as he reaches a hand out to grab Spider’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I will see you tomorrow,” Mo’at hums as she passes you, effectively leaving you behind.

With your Tsahìk’s exit, Tonowari leaves the marui pod, your new kelku, while the warriors who had been standing guard on the inside followed their Olo’eyktan. The flap to the kelku is closed behind the last warrior and just like that, you were left alone with your son and his father. Breathing a sigh of relief and dread, you look down at your son, finding his beautiful brown eyes already looking up at you. You didn’t know how to settle the unease you felt deep within you, so when Spider unlocked his legs around your waist, started building your nest to keep you occupied.

By the time the nest was finished and your heads hit the soft materials, your worries had numbed your mind enough for you to feel lifeless. Sleep, luckily, greeted you fairly quickly. Your exhaustion from the past few weeks catching up with you. Pulling Spider closer, you fell into a sleep so deep not even the demon could pull you out of it. Tomorrow would bring new sets of worries, new challenges you weren’t ready to tackle yet, but for now, you let your body relax, knowing that your son was safe where he slept in your arms.

Chapter 15 | Masterpost | Chapter 17

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Loyalty Pt 4

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

Warnings: SLOW BURN, THIS IS AN EVENTUAL NSFT SERIES, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: LONG ASS CHAPTER, so much happens, adult themes, morning glory, reader and Miles flirting???, mentions of withdrawals, violence, fluff if you squint hard enough

Notes: Na’vi spoken is in italics, but inner thoughts are also in italics.

Tags: @perseny @mechformers @ragingloser @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @avatar-lover @dakotali @elegantkidfansoul @esposadomd

The Colonel scrunched his eyes as he woke up, groggy, with a long grunt. Massaging his eyes, he wiped his face with his large hand before letting it drape lazily across his bare chest. It was funny. This new body was still odd to him, making lucid dreams that would sink him deep into his subconscious. The tip of his tail moved contently as Miles realized how good he felt. He hadn’t slept this good in a long ass time. Then he felt something tugging below.

He was hard.

Miles brushed his fingers over his briefs and felt… a wet spot. He blew through his nose, shaking his chin, for how stupid this was. The last thing he needed was waking up with a giant boner getting his underwear all gross.

The Recom pinched his nose, ears tipping back, at the embarrassing memories flooding his mind from the dream he had. Now he understood his dilemma. He saw you in the shower. Your skin was glistening from the steam, breasts puckered. His mind relived every detail of you. Your soggy hair falling down the valley of your chest with the plum hue of your tight nipples peaking forward made his heartrate skip.

No wonder he was leaking.

Miles chewed his bottom lip, clearly frustrated by how a pair of tits could rile him up. So, thumbs hooked along his waistband and slowly pulled them down until his member was free, the air kissing the shining tip of his purple erection.

A hand gently seized the base and gave an experimental stroke upwards, causing Miles to tense, lungs caught briefly, from how sensitive the head was.

Oh, he needed this bad.

Your hand shielded your vision. The sunlight made your eyes hurt momentarily as your pupils adjusted to the bright environment around you, unused to nature's blinding rays after being tucked away inside florescent rooms for a week.

The deck was subtle yet dangerous with armed military men who gave pointed looks at you and the Recombinants trailing behind the Colonel in front. Ardmore was nowhere to be seen, yet, as she said she had something small to take care of before seeing you out.

Spider skipped beside you trying to keep up with the heavy footfall from the rest of the group. You tried to stay behind with him but it was hard when you’re told to be joined at the hip with the Colonel, for he was the one who would soon hold the key to your life once the General showed up to give him the remote.

“You’re in a good mood,” Lyle teased.

The Colonel’s cheeks puffed giving his friend a cocky smirk.

You were walking right behind him and he couldn’t shake the image of your perky tits out of his head. But soon that moment of weakness would pass when the banana Ikran came into view, the whole point of gathering his men out here in this damn heat.

Sylway flung her wings hard back and forth, taking mid-flight then landing, repeating this futile action. The lock and chain around her neck kept her attached to the Bridgehead concrete.

Wide eyes almost watered from the sickening screams your Ikran made. You didn't know how long she had been like this, but she appeared to have lost weight and her neck was pink from the chain's tight hold on her. Spider mimicked your emotions. He was angry and in pain from seeing the creature squirm in its confines.

You wanted to run to her and flee away from here with Spider as fast as the winds could carry you, but you knew Ardmore still held the remote to your own chain. Fingernails indented the inside of your palm from how the anger boiled inside you, blood growing hot, lips pursed.

Stepping forward, you asked to nobody in particular but loud enough to disturb anyone in earshot range, “Why is she like this!?”

One solider answered, “She flew down and began attacking our men.”

“Could she have been landing to rest her wings!? No tamed Ikran would attack unless provoked by your machine guns!” It took everything in you not to pick up the human soldiers and toss them overboard.

“Watch your talk!” Lyle growled, his black shades reflecting your face when you sneered at his comment.

“Fuck you!” you snapped.

Your legs carried you past the group in hard struts. The Colonel didn’t stop you. He felt a tinge of regret that he hadn’t told you sooner that your banshee had to be bolted down.

You approached Sylway and she purred weakly when you slid your hand along her brow bone and looked into her red eyes. She blinked a few times and swayed her tail. It was her way of saying 'I see you, sister. I am alright.'

Reaching a hand over your shoulder, you took your braid.

“Boss, you really gonna let her do this?” Lyle leaned in and asked quietly to Miles.

With massive arms crossed, “I’m gathering intel,” was all he replied. Lyle pouted with a nod, satisfied with that answer. Truthfully, Miles was captivated and wanted to see how this bond between rider and banshee was made.

Your queue tendrils exposed themselves while you gently guided Sylway’s queue with your hand until both wrapped together and connected tightly. You could feel her anguish. She was in fact starving and in pain from how the chain rubbed her skin dry over the long days in the sun. But she was happy to be with you again.

"That's freaky."

"She really gonna ride that thing?"

“I can give her something better to ride~”

“You’re so fucking gross. Bet it’s still only four inches.”

“Hey!”

Your eyes rolled around hard in their sockets while some of the Recoms whispered to themselves.

Turning your body, you glanced at Miles. “She needs to eat. She’s starving.” Then, bending a knee, you placed your foot on Sylway’s harness, and with an expert motion, you mounted your Ikran.

The edge of Miles’ lip tugged upward. This was incredible.

You were incredible.

Then your neck ignited with a brutal sting, causing your torso to buckle inward as you fell to the ground on your back, muscles tensing up as shock waves flooded your limbs. Sylway screeched and bounced against her chain again.

Brow furrowed deeply, the Colonel was taken aback by the power of the collar and the sight of you shuddering in agony of the ground.

Spider ran to your side, but couldn’t touch you in fear of being shocked too, then he screamed “Stop it! Please, don’t hurt her!” several times at only who you could assumed was that Bitch.

"No one authorized you to ride your banshee!" Ardmore yelled as she furiously stormed between the tall bodies of the Recoms until she stood upfront.

Panting heavily, your body relaxed on the ground when the electrical pulses stopped.

“Ah… fuck me…”

You twisted onto your stomach and slowly gathered yourself to your hands and knees, limbs feeling like heavy rocks and still trying to catch your breath.

"Why didn't y'all just shoot the damn thing when it landed!?” the General asked sternly.

“Sir, I thought I could master the banshee, but it’s been bonded with (Y/N) already so I kept it alive for her use later,” Miles replied hastily. “She and the kid can show us where to get our own. Banshee could give us a tactical advantage in the field against the insurgency.”

Ardmore whipped her head to you on the ground and then to the Recoms.

“You are dismissed,” the General barked. “I would like to speak with the Colonel alone for now.”

Miles and Ardmore debated from afar, but you could care less to keep up with the conversation as your ears rung, hobbling away with an arm around Lyle’s shoulder, of all people, but not before giving the Colonel a passing glance. You narrowed your eyes as you thought about how he was the only one who kept Sylway alive when all others wanted to put her down.

It was some time before the General and the Colonel reappeared. But soon you felt a sense of dread fall over you when you saw the thing that caused you so much pain earlier. Ardmore turned to Miles and held out her hand. He opened his palm and she gave him the remote.

“Here you go, Colonel. Hope she’s not too much to handle from here on out,” the general said upbeat. "If you fly anywhere the Colonel doesn't authorize, your throat gets cut. Understood?"

“You would like that, huh, bitch?”

"I don't understand a word of that mud language nor do I give a fuck."

"I said I won't fly away,” you responded too sweetly, head slanting lazily as your mock doe eyes traveled the length of the General face.

“Good,” then she brought her attention to the Recoms. “These two,” she gestured to you and Spider, “will give you guidance, for now. Learn well, and maybe we’ll see an end to this Na’vi revolt once and for all.”

Around you, the Recoms nodded their heads, fist pumping each other, riling themselves up like the one-dimensional jarheads they were. Things were going to get messy from here on out. Closing your eyes, you sighed and prayed to Eywa, hoping that she might hear you this time.

“Alright, let’s go,” Miles ordered, clapping his hands a few times, getting the Recoms to start filing towards the aircraft docks.

When you got closer to the designated airship that would take you away from here, all started to bend carefully beneath the heavy gunship blades and tuck their way inside the humming vessel. You and Spider were closer together naturally.

The kid looked in your direction and smiled, “That's not what you said.”

“Shut up,” you smirked while draping your large fingers over his head and shook them through his hair, wobbling the kid a little making him giggle, then you departed from his side, leaving for Sylway.

Miles watched from behind and wondered if he could ever do the same.

You yanked firm on Sylway’s harness for good measure. There was relief in your chest and airy lightness to your step. It wasn’t hard to debate which was better: stay here with the Bitch, or go with Miles and be in nature again. You’d be much happier to get away from Ardmore than remain here at Bridgehead. And at least you’d feel some resemblance of freedom.

While you were putting your boots on, much to your displeasure but at the behest of the Colonel to show the General you were ‘conforming,’ your body swayed and felt funny.

A flow of rapid beating formed around your cranium, causing your world to tip slightly. Your stomach churned with a little too much heat in your throat as you bent over the side of the dock and lurched forward this morning’s menu into the ocean. You took the back of your hand and wiped your mouth. Gross.

Fucking pills. Fucking collar. Fucking withdrawals! Fuck!

The Colonel stopped his trek in surprise, eyes adverting elsewhere, from the sight of you hunched over, round ass a little too far in the air, but soon your spine straightens and you picked yourself up.

“You good?” Miles inquired passively, ears rolled back with caution.

“Yes, I’m good,” you said slowly, out of breath.

Brow dewy, head a little faint, your hand found Sylway’s harness and leaned on her for support.

You pointed at the Colonel. “That’s twice I owe you.”

“I wasn’t keeping count,” he shrugged. “Besides, I needed to get that remote from Ardmore to gain mobility. Can’t keep needing her to approve your every step.”

It wasn’t a total lie. But he wouldn’t admit that he wanted to get away too. He wanted to hunt.

You blew out deeply with a shake of your chin, grinning. “Just take a ‘thank you’ already, Jesus…”

The Colonel grunted then headed to his ship.

The flight was peaceful. You loved being in the air, aside from the loud drum of gunship rutters flying closely near your Ikran. You weren’t being followed but it wasn’t a pleasant ride either, having the Recoms poking their heads out to watch you soar beside them, causing you to feel like some sort of celebrity, even if it was just briefly.

However, the Colonel was a constant in your peripheral vision. He held himself by the doorway at the belly of the gunship, watching you and everything that passed by. His eyes made you nervous, made you squirm inside, like his gaze would bore into your mind and see how his presence warmed your sheets at night, so you stayed focused on flying, eyes never faltering on the view in front, even though your mind was allowed to wander in secret.

It wasn’t long before the gunship arrived at your destination and landed. The Recoms exited the ship then regrouped beyond the tree line as they waited for you. Where the gunship took off, blowing the greenery flat and curving some of the smaller trees, you landed and dismounted from Sylway. Through your queue connection, you told her to find some food and take her time, much to her excitement.

The Ikran batted her wings and flew away.

Lyle groaned and asked why they didn’t take turns with you flying up the mountain on your banshee.

“Y’all wanted to go full tilt the Na’vi way,” you stated while getting on a knee and untying your laces. “This is how we do it.”

Tugging off the tight and uncomfortable leather from your feet, you tossed the boots at the Colonel with a wink to which he smugly grinned. He hated how you were taking advantage of this. Being in control only for a brief moment even though he had the device that could end you.

Here, you were in your element as you took hold of the rocks and vines and began climbing, hips and tail swaying from your expert movements. Spider soon followed, hopping up onto the giant rocks. You grabbed his elbow and threw him upwards as he clutched a vine before continuing to ascend the mountain like he did so many times in the past.

Miles felt a tightness in his groin while studying your climbing patterns, so he hurriedly chunked off his boots and began hoisting himself up the mountain to cover his mild erection. He loved a woman who could carry her own and test his limits.

Soon his men followed, up the long trek into the Hallelujah Mountains.

“Come on! Keep up losers!” Spider chimed from above.

You smiled through the pain bubbling inside your head from his upbeat spirit. He was so fast. You loved him, but you didn’t love the aches in your joints from your body protesting for you to get a fix. But you didn’t have them and everyday was growing slower, harder as you fought through what felt like wet cement.

You took a vine and tried to pull yourself up, but you became nauseated and needed a second to breathe. Spider patted your hand.

“You ok?” his brown eyes softened, staring at the droplets of sweat crowing your forehead, something that was rare for Na’vi since they had great stamina to withstand the harshness of Pandora’s frontier.

You cupped his small hand in your large one and grinned weakly. “I’ll catch up.”

Finally, you and the Recoms climbed into a hallow tunnel system of one of the giant, floating rocks. It was cool and damp, some of the water pattering onto your face and you sighed from how cold it felt on your radiating head. The Recoms also took a breath of relief for the tunnel looked like an easy ascension, able to be scaled without climbing, just basic walking.

Then you noticed the young frontrunner was missing.

“Spider?” Miles gruff voice echoed off the stone walls.

“Boo!” the kid jumped from between the cracks and startled some of the Recoms, making a few snicker at the ones who got scared.

You smiled timidly, hand over mouth, and away from everyone’s eyes.

This spot would do for a small pause before continuing to the peak.

After having a moment for you brain to stop buzzing, scanning around the boulders and stalagmites, you caught a hint of Miles’ backside disappearing around a shadowed corner.

Looking over your shoulder, like you were inspecting anyone else for confirmation that you weren’t crazy, you saw that all the Recoms were busy wiping their sweat off and drinking water, chatting lightly, some sitting down to rest their legs. Spider was perched on a rock and joking with Lyle about something that was muted by the waterfalls because you had creeped out of earshot distance while following the Colonel.

You turned your head back to the shadowed corner and allowed curiosity to guide your steps, carefully placing each foot on the rocks in slow strides. As you made your way into the cave, the air became cooler, much to your burning skin’s delight. Fingers wiped across your forehead and got some of the loose strands sticking to your hairline behind your ears. You began to miss your braids.

The caves echoed with the roaring life of water as you ventured further into the shadow of the tunnels. There were many and if someone wasn't careful could probably find themselves on the other side of a floating rock leading to nowhere. Your ears flattened when you heard the cracking sound of a pebble falling from the walls.

“Miles?” you hiss softly, heart skipping fast.

Then a large hand gripped your arm, one covering your mouth, making you welp and inhale violently through your nose as you were pushed back first into the harsh cave wall. You were pinned under Miles' weight, the hand bruising your arm moving fast to seize your side, just below the line of your breast. Your hands frantically pushed the Colonel's massive shoulders, nails raking his round biceps, only for him to suddenly release your mouth, to which you huffed.

"What the fuck, Miles!?" You hissed quietly.

“You’ve been acting strange since the beginning—” he now held your upper arm, thumb stroking your muscle slowly “—and I need to know if you’re compromised.”

“This is ridiculous!” you said as you squirmed, but his large fingers dug into your ribcage and held firm, keeping you trapped.

He leaned forward, face intruding too close making your skin tingle. Then you felt it. A leg, more specifically a knee, breaching the space between of your legs and settling idly against the stone that was painfully digging into your shoulder blades.

“I need to know—” your eyes held firm with his, faltering only slightly to sweep his features, while his thick voice filled your senses “—if I can trust you.”

You felt caged under his weight, his hands, his piercing eyes. Your cheeks flared from how close his breath and voice bated into your personal space, assaulting your eardrums from the throaty rumble of his voice. That same tone drumming into your legs and beating between your thighs. It was painful for you to stand straight when you wanted desperately to fall onto his large thigh and ride that fucking knee that wouldn't budge any damn higher.

The Colonel’s face remained stoic, lips twitching, as he kept his amusement hidden the best he could. He would kill himself first before allowing you to see his want for you. How he yearned for you to melt already so he could fuck you against this cave wall.

But he wanted to indulge… wanted to see how far you’d allow him to tip the edge.

No matter how hard you tried to hide it, he saw you twitch with need in the slight tilt of your ears, the wetness dewing atop your lip, and the way your tail swatted only to curl tightly when he did finally lift his knee higher and rub deep into your heat.

“Fine—!” your breath hitched “—I use.”

You felt a thumb wander the expansion of the underside of your soft mound. It glided smoothly over your shirt back and forth in long, slow sweeps. The air was too thick around as your mind became heavy.

“Use?” Miles raised his brow.

He was close, but you were still unsure, unwilling to spill your guts.

So, his hand at your side inched upwards. Now his thumb ran lazily over your shirt with eager, feather-like pressure to find your tight, puckered nipple tenting the fabric. Your toes curled when it grazed the hard pebble, gently bobbing the peak side to side with every short pass.

“I use meds to get high, OK?” you growl, jerking around in the Colonel’s grasp until he finally lessened his grip and pulled back.

“Withdrawals…?” he concluded, more to himself then at you.

“Yeah, ain’t that a bitch,” you puffed, once uptight posture now slacking along the tunnel.

“Does anybody else know?”

“No,” you assert, “and I’d like to keep it that way…please…”

The hands that held you disappeared quickly, leaving you feeling hollowed out, as Miles stepped back, expression firm with ears slanted back.

“You…” he started, “…should go before anyone thinks you’ve run off.”

With a small shake of your head, your tongue swirled around a canine as your eyes glanced around and rolled in annoyance. Your heartbeat was rapid from your mind reliving how you just confessed for the first time to your sins, in front of the last person you wanted to know, but somehow your body felt…lighter.

You plucked yourself from the wall and headed into the tunnels to return to the other Recoms, leaving the Colonel to mentally toss over your words, but also think about how you felt so good under his weight. Your nipples were indeed everything he had imagined.

The rest of the climb to the top of the mountains was quiet between you and the Colonel. Spider and the rest of the Recoms were the only ones who broke the silence with friendly banter amongst themselves. You had to focus on keeping up a tough front because you didn’t want Miles to see that you were flushed, legs still shaky, by what happened in the caves. The phantom sensation of his finger prodding your nipple lingered at your breast causing your cheeks to burn hotter every time the memory of Miles pushed against you crossed your vision.

Eventually the team made it to the Ikran’s territory. The large creatures screamed in protest and flew away from your approach. Holding their guns close, some of the Recoms flinched as the flying lizards flapped away overhead. Spider found a fallen log that he crouched and balanced himself on, unafraid, before the rest of the group huddled together, using this log as a barrier between them and the dangers screeching from afar.

The kid sat between you and the Colonel, you eventually seating yourself closer to him as you were about to educated Miles on the proper way to tame an Ikran, only for you to notice that Lyle was loading a rifle with a vile of strange liquid.

Your ears irked back until Spider laughed, causing you and Miles to turn heads at the boy.

“Na’vi kids younger than me can do this with their bare hands.”

“Jake Sully did it the hard way?”

“What do you think?”

The Colonel was taken aback, ears flicking, then the small edge of his mouth tugged faintly as you observed him mentally accepting the challenge of getting his Banshee the ‘hard way.’

You stayed behind as the Colonel slowly took guarded steps into the heart of the Ikran nest, effortlessly laying his queue over his shoulder, a recall to what he had seen you do. He breathed a few deep inhales to calm his heart before one of the creatures noticed him and screeched in his direction, prompting Miles to hiss back to proclaim his contest.

“This is gonna be good,” Spider joked to Lyle.

The leader smiled, “Alright, just you and me Cupcake~”

Then the fight ensued, with the Colonel punching the Banshee before jumping and seizing the lizard’s neck with his limbs.

Of course he would punch an Ikran.

You studied the fight and gripped a ghost knife at your side that wasn’t there anymore. Ardmore instructed that you wouldn’t have any weapons on your person, making your lips purse in frustration. Then your chest fell when Miles tumbled over the cliff with the Ikran.

“SHIT!” you ran over to the edge. Spider appeared beside you with the same concern while examining the clouds below for the Colonel.

Putting your thumb and index finger between your lips, you blew hard and whistled for Sylway, but Lyle clasped a hand on your shoulder.

“The fuck you think you’re doing!?”

“Do you want Quaritch to fall to his death!?” you snapped, forearm swatting away the Corporal’s grip. Then a loud, winded swoosh propelled itself onto the cliffside.

“Yeah, that’s right!” Miles hollered victoriously from atop his Ikran.

Spider beamed while the rest of the Recoms rejoiced and fisted their hands in the air. You exhaled through your nostrils in relief and allowed your mouth to pull into a wide smile.

“Yeah, Boss! Get some!” Lyle shouted happily beside you.

Your feet were light when you hopped over and down the mountainous rocks away from the Recoms when Sylway batted her wings to a halt as she landed on the side of the mountain. Toes gripped tightly to the harness around your Ikran’s neck as you tossed yourself over her back and took off into the air.

Finding Miles enjoying himself, you flew your mount level with his and viewed him over your shoulder, the wind carrying your loose tresses across the breeze.

“Hell yeah!” he shouted at you from afar.

Miles couldn’t believe he was actually flying – a pipedream for any man back on Earth. Watching you fly in front of him, he studied your form, the way your hair flew behind your backside, the way your teeth beamed, and how the sunlight highlighted the amber of your crinkled eyes when you glanced at him.

After years of emptiness controlling your life, your chest suddenly burst with happiness. Taming an Ikran was a rite of passage and a time of excitement for any warrior, so you didn’t hide that you were somewhat proud of Miles for making tsaheylu.

Then the edges of his mouth neutralized into a tight line when his eyes traveled to your neck, the lights of the deadly collar flickering, mocking, that it was still on and alive, like a parasite.

It was a noose, and he had the lever to activate it.

He quickly adverted his eyes forward and fixated on learning to navigate with you. His heart pulled low when your smile fell as you noticed he was serious again.

Back to business, you guessed.

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Your eyes traveled along the details of the trees above while tuning out the Colonel's speech he was handing his men. Then he started listing away the skills they'd need to get inside the mind of Jake Sully— something about that 'full-tilt' he had mentioned to you in the shower bay.

"We eat Na'vi, ride Na'vi, think Na'vi—"

Boredom getting the best of you sloped against a log near Spider, mouth moving to your invasive thoughts as you muttered behind the Colonel's last item with "Fuck Na'vi…"

Miles’ eyes rounded, ears twitched back, then the whole group turned to your position in collective shock.

Your face burned tightly.

Oops…

Then the Colonel broke the silence, “Wanna bet?”

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