#recom angst

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"Insane Like Me"

Recom Fike x Human f. Reader

(1K special request from @supernovapsycho2321 )

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Summary: Fike is known as the shortest recom who happens to be hot-headed. When he meets you he realises your attitude and personality match. After you overcome your first tense encounter, you realise you're both growing a soft spot for each other.

WARNINGS: Fluff, little bit of Angst, tension, cursing

Words Count: 2126 (short one-shot)

You often hear people say that to find yourself the perfect person, you need to complete each other. Like two completely different puzzle pieces that just happen to match and finish the whole puzzle. 

Well, let me tell you…

That's not always the case. 

Fike is one of the shorter recoms and with that height come certain personalities. To tease him and really piss him off, his friends compare him to a Chihuahua. Fike is not similar to a Chihuahua. More like a shrunken Pitbull. Not that those are very tall either. 

Pitbulls are strong and can be aggressive but most importantly, they have a soft and sweet side which is often overlooked by people. That is Fike. He is a hotheaded marine like many others but he isn't unsensible. 

Often, he likes his challenges to be big. Bigger than him. That can also backfire, but he manages to blame it on someone else if it does. 

Then, there is you. You work for the RDA, just like Fike, but in a different branch. And you get irritated very easily because everything seems to be made for giants. We're not talking about Avatars here, I mean people. 

You're just very short, but you never say that. You're personality and attitude completely match Fike's energy. It's either a love or a violent mess bound to happen. Whether the love blooms or the chaos erupts entirely depends on the situation you meet each other in. 

One wrong move and it's over for both of you. Things will be flying through the air and curse words will be erupting from both your throats. 

You don't care that he's a recom, quite frankly it would annoy you even more. 

The inevitable meeting isn't the best situation because you've both had a stressful day when you bump into each other in the hallway. However, something that shocks the universe takes place. 

Fike is walking through the seemingly endless hallways and his head is clouded with thoughts. Heavy footsteps, reminding others an Avatar was walking by, made employees move out of the way. The ones that didn't would get swished with Fike's tail which seemed to have a mind of its own when he was pissed off. 

Since most people moved out of the way, he wasn't counting on that one person not doing the same. As he approached your much smaller self, he didn't bother to stop. Neither did you. So you ended up knocking into each other, causing your paperwork to fall to the ground. 

Fike's attention was no longer on his thoughts but back in reality as he stared down at the human whom he had collided with. 

I freeze in my tracks after almost having the air knocked from my lungs. My eyes shoot up and I huff an annoyed sigh. Of course, it was a recom. They thought they could do anything they wanted. 

He stared down at me while I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. It caused him to raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" He asked, not seeming to understand my expression. 

"Are you going to apologise?" I ask, not looking away from him. 

Nothing could intimidate me after the awful day I've had. If he thinks he can just walk into me like I'm not there then he has one hell of a shitstorm coming his way. 

Both his eyebrows raise in surprise and disbelief at my words. 

"For what?" He scoffs, barely glancing down at my work. "Makin' you drop some shit?" 

I cannot believe him. 

"This 'shit' is the reason you're alive again, asshole. Watch your mouth and pick it up." I snap at him. 

He seems to be processing my words. 

"Nah, don't think so. You're closer to it shortstack." 

The pet name made me furious. 

"What? You think you're too good to pick up the mess you made?" 

"The mess I made? Think you walked into me." 

"I was walking on the right side of the hallway. You were in the middle!" I snarl, pointing at the line dividing the floor in half. 

He scoffs again, shaking his head. 

"That's not a rule"

"Yes, it is! Can you see the line? Yeah? It make sense to you yet?" 

My demeaning tone seems to annoy him for a few seconds because he flattens his ears back. 

"Listen lady, I don't know what you think you're doin', but-"

"No, you listen to me!" I shout, interrupting him. "I don't care if you're an Avatar! You need to respect others. Now pick up the goddamn papers you hit out of my hands and make it right!" I say, now pointing to the messy stack of papers at my feet. 

The people watching around us are beyond entertained at this point.

There are a few minutes of silence where the Avatar just stares at me. I refuse to stand down and frown up at him. 

Suddenly, to my surprise, he bends down and starts to neatly pile my papers into a stack before straightening up and handing them to me. 

My expression changes from the harsh glare I had before as I slowly take the papers back into my hands. 

"Happy?" He asks. 

"Yeah. Wasn't so hard was it?" I say, rolling my eyes and starting to walk away. 

I notice him turn around after me. 

"What's your name? We should do this again sometime!" He called after me. I stop and give him a doubting look before flipping him off and walking away. 

Fike lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head before turning away and continuing to walk in his direction.

Anyone who would have known Fike would have been in shock. Normally, situations like those would have quickly turned into fistfights. Even though you're a woman, he would have still been mean. But Fike left that situation feeling a lot better than he was before. Even if you weren't. 

After that incident, Fike couldn’t shake you from his mind. He’d never met anyone like you and he couldn’t deny that it didn’t stir something in him. Fike liked that you had an attitude and even despite you being a third of his size, he liked that you talked to him like you weren’t. 

The next time you saw each other was coincidentally at lunch. It was nothing but eye contact for a few seconds. Yet, that was enough to have both your hearts racing. He knew he liked you and why but you weren’t sure why you felt drawn to him. You didn’t even know each other's names.

When you left the cafeteria, Fike immediately left his table and friends behind to follow you. He needed to find out where you worked or spent most of your time so that he could meet you again. 

It wasn’t easy, sneaking around as a recom but he managed without you noticing. 

Since then, he would hurry through his training session and speed up his showers. Often he would skip meals or take them with him, just so that he can pretend to accidentally run into you again. 

That way you would often see him in the hallway, walking by whenever you finished your shift. The glances slowly turned into polite smiles which was unusual for both of you. 

At one point, Fike was becoming impatient so he waited for everyone to leave your office before he let himself in. 

My eyes tear themselves from the documents I was correcting when I hear the door open. To my surprise, I see the recombinant again. The same one I bumped into a few days back. Well actually, he walked into me. It wasn’t my fault, all his. 

I stop what I’m doing and watch him. He scans the room before his eyes meet mine. We stare at each other for a few seconds before he turns around to close the door behind him. 

“Hey.” he starts talking, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Did you lose something?” I ask, leaning against my desk and dropping my pen. 

A soft but raspy chuckle leaves him. It made me want to hear it again. 

“No. I didn’t catch your name last time.” he said. It seems as though my attitude made it easier for him to talk and remember why he’s here.

“It says it on the door.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

I roll my eyes. Of course he does. 

“Why? This department doesn’t concern you.” I add, not wanting to make it easy for him.

I hear him sigh. “Come on, just give me your name, doll.”

“That doesn’t work on me.” I say. Pet names never do. And the last time he used one it didn’t either. 

“Please?” he asks, wondering if perhaps being polite will do it. 

I give up with a soft huff. “It’s Y/N.”

The Avatar smiles. “Y/N. Nice name.” he says and I softly scoff, looking back down at my papers. 

I hear him take a few steps towards me and soon he is in front of my desk. He reaches for a chair and uncomfortably sits on it. It was made for humans, not Avatars. But it doesn’t seem to bother him. 

“Now you can ask for my name.” he says, looking back at me. 

“Why would I?” I say, but he can see through my bluff. 

“C’mon. I see the way you look at me. No need to hide it, shortie.” 

I frown at the pet name but his grin tells me he used it on purpose again, just to annoy me. 

“What’s your name then?” 

“Fike. Sean Fike.” 

“Hm.” I hum with a small nod. 

“Nice to meet you.” he teases, extending his hand to me. 

“Such a pleasure.” I answer sarcastically, briefly shaking his hand before trying to focus on my work again. 

“It will be, just wait and see.” Fike joked, grinning at me. He rested his elbow on my desk and was watching me shuffle through my paper. 

I scoff and roll my eyes at his comment. But oddly, his way with words reflects my behaviour. I don’t know whether I like it or whether it makes me uncomfortable. 

“Don’t you have places to be?” I ask, glancing up from my sheets. It was difficult to concentrate on work with him around. 

“Nah, I’m done for the day.” He smiles at me and I sigh. 

“Great.” The words leave my lips in a muffled whisper. I’d have to put up with him now for as long as he liked. 

“What are you doing after this?” he asks. I really won’t manage to get any work done…

“Grabbing something to eat and then going to my room.” 

I purposefully don’t look at him because I know he thrives in my attention. Making him seem less important amuses me. 

“Alone?” 

Now I can’t help but look at him. My eyebrow raises at his question. 

“Yes, alone.” 

“Would you like some company tonight?” he asks and I stare at him in disbelief. He seems to suddenly realise how one could misinterpret that question so he quickly tries to save it. 

“-not in that way! Unless that’s what you want then that’s great but-” 

“Fike.” I warn him, straightening my posture. 

“I meant for dinner.” he says, exhaling softly. “Can I take you out?”

My expression softens slightly and I’m no longer irritated by his presence. I can tell he’s being genuine.  

“In this shit hole?” I joke for the first time since he’s entered and it makes him smile again. 

“Yeah, sorry. Options are limited.” Fike answers. The RDA facility wasn’t very visually attractive. There was little colour and cement was everywhere. 

I sigh, hating how I’m growing a weakness for him. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be done in an hour.” I reply and his smile extends to his cheeks. 

“I don’t mind waitin’.” 

“But I actually have to work, we can’t be talking.” I say, trying to stay serious. 

He nods understandingly. “Yes ma’am. Can I help?” 

His words have my cheeks slowly heating up into a blush and I have to look down to hide it. Dammit, why was the name-calling suddenly pleasing to me?

“Yeah, uh... Can you get that down from there?” I ask and Fike reaches for a box on the high shelf. 

For the next hour, Fike manages to stay quiet. Only because of the date we have after, of course. Otherwise, he would be teasing and distracting you. It was exciting for both of you to have finally found someone so similar to yourselves. One could say it would get boring after a while but your personalities were far from boring. And now there were two of them which made things that much better.

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[lovebeinaprincessworld]

Avatar

Tsu’tey

Good loving

Sharp edges

Tìtunu

Tìyawn/Ve’kì

Tsu'tey sees

Reypaytun

Neteyam

Never a burden

Prove to you

Protection duty

Cupids chokehold

Nerves talking

Ghost

The hearts that bind us

Kavuk si

Steyki

The sweetest syulang

Another man’s treasure

His fierce flower

Jake Sully

Fantasize

Sex Education

Tonowari

Missed lessons

Inexperienced

Iknimaya

Do I not treat you well?

Pxelo (+Ronal)

Breeding

Aonung

Helping friends

Squeeze it apart

Best friends brother

Tough lover

Heartfelt

Size difference

Precious Tawtute Sickness

Courting Ayelýn

Ronal

Best friends mother

Tsireya

My unruly heart

Girls like girls

Love advice

Miles Quaritch

Technical difficulties

Hybrid

Sweet surrender

Eywa has decided

Daddy issues

Sinner and Saint

Lyle Wainfleet

Help me

Hopelessly devoted to you

Mansk

Late night feels

[neteyamyawne]

🎀 — Cockwarming

༄ Pairing : Miles Quaritch x Fem!Scientist!reader

༄ Summary : You have always the colonel's personal plaything, His little slut, and when he says has a phone call in the midst of fucking you into oblivion, he makes sure to have his cock nice and warm till the call ends.

༄ Warning : semi-public sex? Cockwarming, PinV, Daddy/babygirl dynamic, age gap, explicit.

༄ Word count : 1k proof read.

༄ Note : Y'all I'm so down bad for him, like omg! And I'm sorry so SUCH a late update, but life's been giving me like a ton of lemons and I don't have enough time to make lemonade but I'm trying, I'm getting into writing again (in between my exams, i know I'm crazy) all my pending fics will come!!

It was usual wednesday afternoon, head bent down on your desk with a new plant specimen that Daniel, the department head, needed an detailed report on, which meant EVERY detail was meant to be written, rushing from one station to another as you collected information diligently as the afternoon slipped late and so did an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him as you squealed in surprise but he was quick to place a hand on your mouth to stop it as he bent down and chuckled near your ear.

“Wacha doing, cupcake?” he grumbled against your neck, pressing a few kisses and a few nips to your cheek and ear, not giving you enough time to react as he threw you over his shoulder and carried you out of the laboratory like a potato sack while you angrily protested, hitting him with your fists “Put me down, you tall smurf, I have work!!”

He raised his eyebrow at your nickname and smacked your ass making you squeak in embarrassment “What did you call me, cupcake?” his tone was low enough to give you your needed warning about what was to come but you couldn't help but whine

“I’m working, sir, Daniel would kill me if i don’t complete it soon!” you were slightly exaggerating it but who cares when you were with the colonel himself? He just chuckled at your complaints and walked around the lab to get out without hitting anything “where’s this Daniel guy-” he didn’t have to wait as Daniel himself came grumbling to your desk as he held a file in his hand “Y/n, how many time have I to- told….”

He trailed off as he Quaritch with you on his shoulder, ass up “puny, do you mind if i borrow one of your scientist for a while” his voice dared Daniel to say no, but the nosy scientist knew better as he immediately nodded to the secOps colonel “Of course, of course! she’s… all yours” he said with clear disdain written on his face, of course he couldn’t have you under his thumb for a long while now.

Miles was more than happy as he carried you back to his quarters while your embarrassed face stayed hidden in his muscular back, other passerbyers were not surprised at the scene, being used to it by now, it was a weekly occurrence if not daily and he took nothing but pride in the fact that others were watching, he didn’t give a fuck.

»»————-　𑁍　————-««

You knew what was coming and you fucking enjoyed the thorough drilling he gave you, his sweet cupcake who could do no wrong, his hand on your bare back, guiding your wet pussy on his cock like a wet glove, ass smacking into his skin with rhythmic slaps, your gasps muffled by his huge hand covering your saliva coated mouth.

"just like that cupcake... Such a sweet little whore for me, ay? Letting daddy fuck your brains out" He growls in your ear as he fists your hair, gripping it tightly to send that delirious shiver down your spine, your messed up moans were incoherent to understand as he picks you up and flips you over like a rag doll before pulling out, laying down on his back after he pulls you on top of him, making you sink down on him again without any mercy.

Your whimpers were unheard of by him as Miles only gave you a few minutes before he was pistoning his hips back up into your dripping cunt, making your tits bounce almost pornographically, a string of slurs escaped your mouth as he coached your body to bounce on his cock "Fuck! Daddy... Thrust... S- shit"

He just smirked at your angelic voice, tired from the relentless rounds until a holographic square appeared on the bedside table, vibration loudly as bold letters showed who called "General Ardmore" bright on the screen

It was quiet for a minute as he stopped, placing you down, cock still snug in your warmth, both of you quiet for a while before he spoke "Keep your mouth shut for me okay? Don't want her to hear you, hmm?" He whispered before he sat up, an unwilling groan wisping through your lips until you shut up when met with his glare as he picked up the call and placed it on his ear.

General Ardmore spoke from the other side while he specifically shifted to torment your already overstimulated hole, nudging back and forth and watch as you bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, his other hand gently caressing your waist, sharp eyes following your shaking legs to the point of connection of your bodies.

He purposely placed the call on the speaker, making you listen to her points about the new mission but all you see and hear were his smirk and quiet chuckles as he kept you impaled on himself, the call was long and agonizing, having you as his Cockwarmer while chatting with her like he wasn't engaged in something much more serious

As he talked to her about the details when he moved up inside you and you squealed suddenly and he stopped, Ardmore stopped "Colonel, is someone there with you?" He scrutinized you heavily and you couldn't help but squirm under his gaze "No, General must be some wild animal outside" he covered up for you as he covered your mouth.

He spoke and nodded to the general's words, keeping your mouth shut and fucking you silently "understood, General, I'd work on it" he said gruffly before ending the call the threw the phone on the mattress before he saw your tear-stained face and rolled his eyes "you sneaky slut, can't keep your mouth shut can you? Then show daddy how loudly you can scream my name" he smiled maliciously before flipping you over with his hand snaking to your throat.

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[fuck-i-like-too-much-stuff]

Ao3 really needs to update Kudos to be given to every chapter because whoever wrote the TanFang fic in which Tan was in a coma deserves it.

[eywaseclipse]

I think this is the last AU recom Neteyam edit I have.

[choclodox]

And they lived happily ever after 💙

(They won’t even remember this conversation since they’re talking about it after they did the Soul Drive upload 🤭)

[anxiousdreamcore]

« Socorro fell to his knees, his home, all that he loves, destroyed once again, and by none other than the man he almost considered a father.

“OH GREAT MOTHER!” He wails, “WHY, WHY HAVE THEY DONE THIS!”

And in the distance, a cold, seemingly unbeating heart is tearing apart as Varang puts a hand on Quaritch’s shoulder.

“Come, my friend. Leave these pathetic worshippers to their fate. The fire will do the rest.”

This was a victory…but Miles never felt so empty, as if something crucial was ripped out of him, and he lost all chance of getting it back. »

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Decided to post this series of quick sketches I made a long time ago because I felt like hurting y’all 🤭💖 it’s an Avatar 3 scenario that came into my head when I listened to the hometree fall soundtrack.

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(Do not repost my artwork on any other platform, with or without credit. I DO NOT give my consent to do so and I will find out🥰)

[dilfs-bitch]

Again | Jake Sully

Pairing : Jake Sully x Recom female reader x Neytiri te Tskaha

Warnings: Mention of Kiri, Spider, Tuk, Loak and Neteyam, Tsu'tey and Moa't, mention of the recom unit, age gap, (reader in her early twenties, Jake in his late thirties, Neytiri in the mid-thirties) angst, secondary character death, injury, pregnancy, mates, smut suggestive content.

Word accont: 3k

Summarry: After you die, Jake never thought he’d see you again, but after fifteen years, the RDA brings " you " back.

Chapter one

Some events in the movie were modified to suit the chapter and sorry if there are grammatical errors english is not my first language

Jake's euphoric.

A soft smile adorns his lips as he wakes up with the soft chirping of Pandora’s diurnal creatures, he is hoping to feel the warmth radiating from your body, but instead he is brought back to reality.

His body is inert, is the tension that forms quickly on his shoulders, his heartbeat is agonizing when he realizes that him was left alone by you in the tree of voices after everything that happened, after everything you said to each other.

The remorse of his actions now weighs on his conscience, what was he thinking? Acting like an immature teenager having sex with another woman, blinded by an old feeling that should have remained deep in his heart because it makes him not even think he has a mate, a family, an important position within the omaticaya clan.

Jake is not even thinking about the consequences of his rash actions, it's the unhappy glare of Neytiri who took her hand to her mouth, silent tears welling up from her eyes upon she's realizing what happened when he returns the next morning to the clan alone, it's the confusing questions of his children about where he was and why their mother is suddenly so desperate as he just stands there letting her put out all her frustrations he himself has caused in recent months. And perhaps the greatest of its consequences is yet to come because it's only a matter of time until you take Quaritch to high camp and this time there is no more time to argue or to regret, him and the clan is more prepared than ever ready to die and kill

lf days, weeks pass and when it finally happens, it's not Quaritch and his recom unit that attacks directly, it's the consequences of the stubbornness of his youngest son who once again disobeys his order and goes to the battlefield, it's unbearable to try to fight against the feeling of fear that spreads in his body like a disease, what if when he gets to the battlefield it’s too late? Jake would not forgive himself if his mistake caused the death of one of his children, even though he's instinctively preparing for the worst when Lo'ak no longer responds through the throat comms and everything he can hear it's the gunfire, when he lands with his ikran along with Neytiri and Neteyam who insists on helping, but Jake cannot risk the safety of his another kid.

He won’t think twice about killing anyone who dares to put his family’s safety at risk, and that includes you.

It’s a kind of feeling that not even Jake doesn’t know how to control, it’s a mix of guilt, anger, betrayal, remorse, he didn’t care for fifteen years that what he experienced in side with Neytiri, the memories they created together, he didn't care about the bond that connect their souls forever, to at the end of it all be left alone to deal with his own choices and at the same time he almost feels compassion for himself.

The woman he always loved before him “alive” fifteen years later, saying she is in love with him too, and what should he do? Ignore all those feelings he couldn't forget for years, and that soul connection he always felt? At that moment, Jake was willing to pay the price, but now the consequences seem too high, would you be able to betray him, your feelings? Would you be able to put his children at risk for pure selfishness and revenge? No, it can’t be you’ve never been like this and no matter how hard him tries, Jake can’t accept that.

And he is unbearably relieved when upon seeing Lopez and Warren’s bodies dropped to the floor lifeless, Lo'ak and Kiri hiding against a fallen tree trunk and your body protectively protecting Tuk from the gunshots of Quaritch and Lyle’s weapons.

It is the sudden hormone of epinephrine that causes him to act in automatic mode, it's the shots, Neytiri’s straight arrow that hit Brown and Walker in the head, it's the loud and sudden sound of bullets fired from his gun against his sensitive ears hitting Praguer’s neck and Fike’s back, it's an unexpected emotion of surprise to see the hard and agile work between Neytiri and you to get the children out of the crossfire.

It's the fear triggered by Kiri's cry and seeing you put yourself in the crossfire once again to rescue Spider who seems unconscious, it's the despair that makes him instinctively hold his breath when he sees the bullet from Quaritch and Zdinarsk's gun cross your arm and pierce your thigh when your body tries to lower itself against a fallen log but Neytiri was there guiding you to a safer place.

It's when he's finally realizing that he would never be able to hurt you, even if he was blinded by hatred, even if said he would.

His body is inert is only his heart that beats at a much stronger frequency than usual when he's watching Moa’t treat the wounds of your body passed out in her hut while Neytiri is frustrated to hear what her mother has just said, although he is more concerned, ecstatic, happy to know the news of a new child and what Ewya destined to him.

All life is a blessing to Eywa, and Jake would never dare to say the opposite of his children that's growing up in your womb.

“ Ma sa'nok, Why? Why should we mate with another? A demon who brought so much disgrace to our people! “ Neytiri hissed at the Tsahìk.

Mo'at looked at her angrily, she didn’t teach her daughter any less? “ Must be done, Eywa has spoken “

Neytiri did not understand, she and Jake were happy together, before you, she did not need someone else to ruin what was no longer so good. She turned to her husband, who was sitting on the woven mat near your body, urging him to give an opinion on the matter, although she almost knew what he would say.

“ The great mother did it for a reason that I do not know why, but I’m not against her will. “ Neytiri’s ears sharpened, and she hisses at her husband. ' Won’t go against ? '

His mate continued to talk to her mother, and her it's almost forced to the understanding that one cannot go against the will of the great mother because what she gives, she takes away.

Ewya gave you back to him, gave a kid, a mate to him and Neytiri is not up to her to disregard the wishes of the great mother, so she accepts.

Now with the latest events, he decides to leave, it's a difficult decision, but Jake understands that he has to leave Omatycaia, leave his home, his people, give up his title of Olo'eyktan, take Neytiri and his children away from everything what do they know because he needs to keep your family safe, keep you and the baby safe from Quaritch, from the Recom, from the sky people because they won't stop until you're both dead.

A few days pass until the symbolic ceremony for Tsu'tey to “ kill ” him by scratching him with a knife to transfer leadership, the clan omatycaia would be fine with a leader like him, so they leave for Awa'atlu, a village of the Metkayina clan that Moa’t told him in search of uturo and the journey across the seas is exhausting, It is difficult to adapt that's suddenly forced not only for their children that requires knowing why suddenly you accompany them, and he omits some details while trying exhaustively along with his mate explain that now you are also part of the family because now you are their mate chosen by Ewya.

It was an eight-hour flight including two stops to the reef, Jake didn’t know what to expect from the Metkayina clan, if they were kind and willing to welcome him and his mates and their children, and he is more than grateful to the great mother who guided him during this journey and that the clan leaders allow him to stay, he is aware that it's a new and difficult restart, it would be challenging to be in a way in a new environment forgetting his forest teachings to replace by the water path, but they will overcome that.

At first, Neytiri had not yet completely accepted the fate that was forced on, and neither did you.

The communication was just the basics, but it almost becomes frequent the way she's petting your belly every day, thanking Ewya for the baby that's growing healthy, and Jake almost feels tempted to interfere when you didn’t seem to try so hard, though he knew your way was more subtle, so subtle that it becomes almost imperceptible but there you are advising their children to spare her the trouble of doing it almost daily considering how many confusions Lo'ak gets into and this creates a kind of bond over the months in Metkayina, so strong that Tuk calls you Sa'nu not unlike Spider who is glued to your hip since omatycaia.

Life is going well, though Jake begins to feel left out when your relationship with Neytiri seems to progress, it becomes so frequent the smiles and conversations in the marui pods, his heart is so warm to watch for the first time his first mate teaching you to weave a tewng for the baby who has not yet born .

It's if everything was the way it has to be.

But he is brought back to harsh reality every time it’s just the two of you in the marui pods, and you seem tense with his presence, embarrassed, almost annoyed every time he tries to start a conversation and a shock of perception hits him.

Your opinion was never heard, you were just forced to leave everything behind and start a new life in another clan, accept this fate that was given to you by Ewya to have two mate without even a chance to argue, for Jake you’re on the edge of impatience, and it’s only a matter of time until you lose the ability to reason and your anger is directed directly at him and Jake doesn’t know how to avoid it because you don’t listen to him, you do not give him a chance to explain himself and for his luck it's Neytiri who approaches you about it.

“ I know it must be hard for you” She smiles, holding your hand against hers” But Ewya has a role for all of us and her will cannot be ignored “

Since a young age you understood that sometimes in life there are no choices and in Pandora would not be different, but the problem is the guilt that consumes you for your rash actions to get involved with a man who has a family, and now it has put you in this situation more than strange between the woman in front of you that you like so much and the man that you’re in love with, although you’re aware that it’s Jake that’s being left out by you in this adjustment that gets better every day.

Your jaw tightens, your ears flattened in shame. ” I know, but sometimes I can’t help but blame myself for interfering with what you two had before and that got us into this mate thing "

The next look of her reveals how uncomfortable she gets with what you just said, Neytiri can not deny how hurt she was to learn that her Jake was able to relate to another woman besides her, but from the moment you were surrounded by the atokirina seeds it was Ewya’s plans to prevent later her children and the rest of the clan from suffering the hatred of Quaritch and the sky people.

“ Don’t say that, from the beginning was the plans of Ewya Ma' Y/n “

Although Neytiri had tried to resist at first in accepting her fate, little by little she got used to your presence, it is lovely the way you treat her so kindly, always hearing her so interested in the history of her clan, and a new feeling that grows in her heart usually reserved only for her mate, but now she is so in love with you too.

She now perfectly understands Ewya’s plans because it's such an intense happiness that blooms within her with the latest happenings, she never thought she needed another mate, but now Neytiri swears she can no longer live without your presence, though for her happiness to be complete she needs you to understand that the great mother’s plan isn’t just she’s and Jake, and she’s and you, it's the three of you together as mates, she needs you to understand that there’s no reason to blame what happened.

Standing up, she reached out her four-finger hand, and you took it, mirroring her actions, she watches you, waiting for any sign of hesitation before stepping out of your shared marui pods.

Your feet ran hurriedly against the soft sand toward that part of the sea that and farthest from the village, were only the sounds of the calm waves, noises of oceanic creatures. Your heart that beat against your rib cage increasingly stronger each time you saw yourself closer to the place that Jake usually stays when he wants to be alone.

It was already dark, but it was possible to see his figure by the luminescence of his own skin that was sitting looking at the horizon, perhaps so distracted that he doesn't even notice that you two are approaching, and he only realizes that he is no longer alone when Neytiri kneels down sitting and the palm of her hand rests softly against his shoulder, he turns to face her who smiles nodding in the direction you are standing awkwardly and Jake hesitantly extends his large hand to you which you have take sitting kneeling in front of him and beside her.

“ Ewya destined us as mates…the three” Neytiri starts holding your hand and Jake’s” There’s no more reason to feel guilty, the will of the great mother is that we become just one “

Your ears flattened against your head, you nodded understanding what she was saying, the bond of tsaheylu was something you had already done before when you claimed your ikran, but it was not an erotic bond. It was just like a different mind control as it seems to interweave your kuru with your partner’s, you are confused about how it works, In the months that passed in omatycaia no one dared to explain how it works when choosing a mate and this time it is Jake who decides to explain seeing the look so confused in face.

“ It's a ritual of union, like a marriage but a powerful bond that binds two souls for life” Jake's hand goes up to the back of his head bringing his braid over his shoulder, lifting to you” As me and Neytiri did”

Your hand goes instinctively against the back of your neck, bringing your neural queue under your shoulder and lifting it so close to Jake's that the thin, pink strands spurt ready to connect and when Neytiri finally reaches her and all the three of them meet intertwine, pupils immediately dilate, their foreheads resting against each other, breathing unevenly as if they've run a mile.

But it's just the state of body consciousness now united accessing each other's emotional sensations, Jake and Neytiri had already experienced tsaheylu's sensation before when being mated but now it's so intense, so raw it's a whirlwind of feelings of the for life bond forming, it all feels so intense that's hard to focus on just one, but it's like you can feel exactly what each one of them feels, Jake's sadness, the need he feels not only for you but also for Neytiri, the happiness with the last events, the love he has felt for you and his mate all these years, the fear of Neytiri, the anger, the suffering, a mix of need and happiness since he arrived in Awa'atlu, the love she feels for Jake, the strong feeling she has for you that makes you smile, it's everything so new, so intense, so erotic.

And you’re not the only one who feels that way, because Jake’s hands immediately cupping your face as he leans his lips against yours, it's soft just to remind your body of what’s to come. His chest beating frantically as feels your hand resting against his muscular thighs and he gasps softly.

You kiss him with so much passion, hungry to deepen the kiss but is slow almost desperate with the time you two miss it that soon the kiss becomes sloppy, teeth pounding making noise with the impact and you two chuckle and Jake almost moans to feel your tongue slide against his. Your tail curling Neytiri’s leg when you break the kiss and Jake’s hand instantly goes against the beck of her neck pulling her close to kissing her so intensely that Neytiri tries to pull away, only for his five fingers hand on her neck to keep her in place, unable to have enough.

When it becomes difficult to breathe, he finally lowers the kisses to her jaw, neck sucking the exposed skin, and she whines with pleasure, leaning towards you who kisses her.

It's slow, full of need, and you moan at the feel of her tongue sliding over yours, and it catches Jake's attention, the sight before him of the two women he loves so much is enough to form a growing erection beneath his loincloth, and he's tempted to just fuck you both right there but now that tsaheylu has been formed he can't, although he thinks he can't control himself for too long.

 “ Tìyawn ” He says, smiling when your ears tremble, and you break the kiss immediately, gaze at him. ” We need to mate before Ewya, at a sacred site ”

When you nod, he just stands up, extending a hand to you and Neytiri, who takes it as he leads the way to the Cove of the Ancestors.

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VEL'S FIC RECOMS

part 1

Finding Barty- kwiewi @kwiwrites

my heart broke into pieces reading that fic it's amazing, magnificent, wonderful, and heartbreaking 100% recommend

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Thinking about Recom!Jake....

Recom!Jake Sully that was scanned before he really got to know any of the Na'vi or Team Avatar, who only associated those groups with a means to an end (new legs) and not family. (Thinking like early Avatar 1 when he was still being excluded at the lunch table by the scientists, still loyal to Quaritch)

Recom!Jake, who wakes up with the other Recoms to realize he got his legs, but now he is permanently a giant blue alien, and can never go home.

Recom!Jake feeling conflicted (and highkey having an identity crisis) as hes being told he needs to help hunt down and kill himself. Recom!Jake who gets shit from Recom!Quaritch about being a traitor constantly, and feels that need to prove that thats not him, that he is still a good soldier.

Recom!Jake coming face to face with Lo'ak when the kids get captured, and internally freaking out because what do you mean that's his kid? Hes like 22, he's way to young to have kids, he probably doesn't even want kids??? (and you know the Recom's all start making jabs at him over OG!Jake getting it on with a Na'vi, which makes the internal spiral way worse)

Recom!Jake meeting Spider (who is very freaked out by him lets be real) and feeling incredibly conflicted over what this kid is telling him about this entire family this other version of him has. Spider, despite the weirdness, keeping closer with Recom!Jake than Quaritch, because at least he is familiar, and maybe even safe. (Quaritch in turn trying to be a father figure to both of them in an attempt to ensure loyalty and trust)

Recom!Jake becoming extremely attached to Spider because he reminds him of Tommy (who you cannot tell me did not gush constantly about Pandora before his death), and starting to feel real bad about the RDAs goals here and his part in it.

Recom!Jake that is staring out at that other Jake Sully on the water, watching Quartich hold his kids at gun point and Spider screaming at them to stop.

Just thinking about Recom!Jake

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"We'll Teach You Some Manners" 4

It's here! The final part of this short series. I will write more Mansk/Quaritch smut after this, but this is the end of "We'll Teach You Some Manners".

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Masterlist

WARNINGS: SMUT, Angst, some actual fluff (holy shit), double penetration (I slayed) ass/vagina, yk yk. throat grabbing, foul language, degradation, crying, MANHANDLINGGG YES!

Words count: 9338

We returned to the recom-teams base and I was put back into my room. Sure, I now knew that neither Mansk nor Quaritch wanted to hurt me. But I was still stuck there. 

I continued to feel homesick. 

Another week had gone by and I was still kept in the same room, which only had one table in it. I was escorted by people wearing white coats and I once saw an Avatar soldier walk past me in the hallway. 

I hadn’t seen Quaritch or Mansk since the incident happened. Surprisingly, it made me upset. I remembered everything and while they were bringing me back to the aircraft, I felt as though they really cared about me. 

I was held, helped up and taken care of by them. Until we reached their housing unit. Once the helicopter landed, all 3 of us got out and I was immediately pushed away and brought back into my room by humans in military uniform. I looked over my shoulder at Mansk and Quaritch, wondering why I was suddenly being treated like this again. They watched me being taken away with completely neutral facial expressions. 

I felt used and betrayed. I also couldn’t understand why they did that. Maybe they just used me to get rid of some steam. 

If they used me then I would expect that they did it for their mission. But having a threesome in the middle of the forest had nothing to do with Jake. So it couldn’t be that. 

But if they did it for their own amusement or whatever, then why did they pretend to care about me afterwards? I didn’t want them to fall in love with me. But what they were doing was cruel. 

I was woken up early this morning and had people run more tests on me. I started to give up on ever leaving this place. 

They were taking more blood samples from me and I saw natural daylight at the end of the hallway. I was thinking about running for it. I could attempt it. The chance of me actually even making it to an exit and outside was so low but I straightened my posture, not looking away from the light. 

I started to count down in my head and took a few deep breaths but it seems as though a few soldiers noticed and I was held down again. I wasn’t very discreet about it anyway. 

“Seems like she still has her spirit.” One said to the other. 

“Let’s put it to the test.” Another soldier said. She seemed to have some authority because she was standing on the side, holding a cup of coffee and just watching. 

I was dragged away from the lab again and put into a new room. The door closed behind me with a thud and the room was dimly lit with blue light. It looked like my empty room, except that there was no table in the middle. 

There were lights on the walls that would flicker and move. I stayed still, waiting for anything to happen. 

Standing in the centre of this chilly room, I held my arms together and felt something attached to my skin. It was a type of chip. I heard someone say it would measure my heartbeat. 

Suddenly, I started hearing noises from one corner of the room. It sounded like the forest outside. I heard the animals of Pandora. Out of instinct, I walked to the corner and once I reached it, the noise switched off and played in a different corner, louder this time. 

This went on for about 15 minutes. They switched the noises from the forest to people speaking Na’vi, to an agonizing soundwave. 

The soundwave made me lose my mind and I was on the floor, holding my ears. My vision started going blurry and I was suddenly back in my room. 

Was that some kind of psychological intelligence test? If so, I never wanted to do it again. I had enough of this place. I felt helpless but still so frustrated and the anger was just building up and growing. I sat on my metal bed and hugged my knees, leaning my chin on them and staring into nothingness for what seemed like hours. 

I had a feeling that it was coming up to evening. Occasionally I would hear talking and some other noises outside the door. Finally, I was getting tired and I started to drift off until I heard a beep and the door opened. My head shot up and I thought I was dreaming, but it was all real. My hair was in my face and I huffed it to the side, watching the empty open door.

Was no one coming inside? 

Then I heard faint mumbling as if someone were discussing something. I decided to get up and see what was going on. Maybe this was my perfect chance to escape. 

Just as I let my feet touch the cold tile ground, I saw a silhouette of a tall Na’vi and just then, Quaritch walked in. 

I froze and watched him. He didn’t say anything, only started walking towards me and outstretched an arm. Yeah right, like I was going anywhere with him after that. 

I jumped off the table and took a few steps back, keeping a distance from him. His neutral face shifted into an annoyed expression. He was trying to help you and you were making this difficult again. 

“Cut it out and come ‘ere.” he whisper-shouted at me. 

“Absolutely not.” I say but I was too tired to run from him, I just decided against moving towards him. 

Miles growled at me, looking very much annoyed. “I’m trying to help you.” he snarled.

I look up at him. How?

Then again, it was weird that he was here so late at night. He was looking around and constantly paying attention to small noises. Almost as if he were here in secret and not wanting others to know. 

What the hell was he doing? He’s the Colonel, why would he need to hide things? While there was something I didn’t understand about this situation, I didn’t trust him. 

He was getting fed up and stomped over to me with three wide steps which would have been at least six of mine. He grabbed me by my arm and tugged me with him. I was too tired to fight him so I just let my legs walk forwards. 

Once we exit the room I flinched and squeaked a little at the large figure right outside the corner of my room. Miles immediately turned to me and was ready to clasp his hand over my mouth but I luckily shut up quickly. 

“Quiet.” He hissed in a whisper tone and turned around, looking into the empty hallway. The hallway was dimly lit by the emergency exit lights. 

I stare up at the figure which I recognise as Mansk. He seemed to be guarding the door while Quarich was inside. The men were in their tank tops and pants only, with no vests or backpacks. But Mansk had a large gun around his body, both of his hands steadily resting on it. 

He finally isn’t wearing his sunglasses and I get to see his whole face. He looked much more intimidating with them on. His facial features were similar to Miles’. Not just because they were both Na’vi, but because they had similar head shapes and cheekbones etc. Just that Mansk’s face seemed a little softer. 

He noticed my stare and looked down, sending me a smirk before returning his attention to his Colonel, who hand signalled him something. Mansk took hold of my arm and pulled me after him. His grip was softer too. 

I wanted to melt into his touch but I was still angry at them. Angry at how they used me and how they left me alone. 

Miles was walking at the front, carefully stepping on the floor to not make noise with the heavy boots both soldiers were wearing. Mansk was sneaking behind him, making sure I was keeping up as well while staying quiet. 

“What are you doing?” I whisper yell at Mansk. His ears immediately strain back and he shushes me, squeezing my arm as a warning. 

We kept walking until Miles froze and we stopped right behind him. At the end of the hallway, which was still quite far away, a light had turned on and suddenly someone’s footsteps could be heard.

Quaritch signed something to Mansk and pressed himself against a wall, behind a little closet or refrigerator, growing some odd plants. Odd for Pandora even. I had never seen them before. 

Mansk quickly mirrored his actions and pushed me against the plain wall with him. His and Miles’ heads were turned to the end of the hallway, watching and listening while I was being held against the hard wall with one of Mansk’s outstretched arms. He was keeping me in place, with his hand splayed out on my chest. Mainly collarbones, but very close to my breasts. 

I glared at him, wanting to let him know that he was treading on thin ice here, but he wasn’t paying attention. I felt him rearrange his fingers a little, but he kept me held against the wall. Maybe he did notice, he just wasn’t showing it. He kept his gaze fixed away from me and to the entrance of the hallway. The footsteps got louder and I glanced at Miles who was pressed against the opposite wall, trying to make himself as flat as possible. 

A person in a white lab coat and a notepad walked past the doorway, followed by another person in military attire. Mansk held his breath and kept his firm grip on me, all three of us staying completely still. Luckily they were just walking past and hadn’t seen us or even looked into the hallway we were in.

Quaritch sighed in relief and Mansk let his hand fall from my chest. His previous grip had held me so tightly against the wall that I was subconsciously relying on it to stand. Once he removed it without any warning, I lost balance. I stumbled forward a little and my foot got caught in a trolly full of samples, trays, glasses, and medicine bottles. 

Mansk reacted quickly and his hands stretched out to catch me before I fell. But that didn’t stop the metal cart thing from slowly tipping to the side, balancing on only two of its four wheels. Quaritch saw what was happening and swiftly moved towards us. 

The scene seemed to be playing in slow motion. All three of us could only watch in horror as the cart started to fall to one side and the things on top and inside started to fall out. Within one second, it crashed down, the trolly falling on its side. Everything that fell from it clattered on the ground, smashed into anything it came in contact with and shattered into pieces. 

Quaritch whisper yelled a curse and started frantically looking around. The noise was so loud it startled me. Mansk flinched at the horrible sound and looked back to the entrance. The footsteps vanished for a second before suddenly returning faster. They were also not walking away anymore, but they were getting closer. One of the people called out something but I froze and didn’t listen to the words. I couldn’t move a muscle. I felt like a deer in headlights and I stared wide-eyed at the mess I had created. Mansk had pulled me back to my feet and had both his hands under my arms. He was looking at Quaritch for answers. 

The person in the lab coat and the person in camouflage clothes were making their way back to the hallway they had just past. The noise caught their attention and they wanted to make sure everything was okay. Perhaps one of their coworkers had been hurt. Or maybe someone was doing something they shouldn’t be. They had to find out. Both of them were aware that most people had gone to bed and that no one should be in these quarters of the facility at this time. 

They picked up their speed, both workers now jogging to the entrance they passed before. Once they arrived they noticed the fallen-over cart, a few samples and bottles still rolling away until they hit the other wall. Looking around, they noticed that the hallway was empty.

The two of them exchanged confused looks and the person in military attire reached for her gun, holding it close to her chest as they both quietly made their way through the corridor, calling out whether someone is there. 

Miles had run a few feet away from the crime scene and flung open a door to which Mansk quickly dragged me inside. My legs weren’t working but it didn’t matter, he had scooped me up with ease. Quaritch firmly closed it and stood against the wall by the door, holding his own gun. The room was completely dark. There was a small slot with a window in the door and Miles had his head turned to it, watching out for any movements. 

Mansk returned me to the ground and pressed my back against him, one of his arms holding my waist and the other firmly clasped over my mouth. I felt his tail wrap around my left leg and he leaned down, caging me into him. I held onto his arm and watched the door with wide eyes. My heavy breathing was muffled by Mansk and we all fell silent. I felt my heart beating or more like thudding against my chest and I was sure that Mansk could feel it too.

The people outside were getting closer and stopped next to the trolly. Mansk and Quaritch exchanged glances in the mild dark before listening again. After two minutes of the two workers cleaning up and putting things back in their place, they opened a door but luckily not ours. After that one of them shrugged and they left. We stayed silent until they had completely vanished so that not even their footsteps could be heard. 

Quaritch let his head fall back against the wall and let out a breath he seemed to be holding in for a while. Mansk sighed as well, his shoulders relaxing a little in relief. I stayed still because I knew it was my fault for causing the noise. Then again, it was their fault for taking me out of my room. It was their fault for making me feel weaker than usual and it was their fault for capturing me in the first place. And like I said before, I wasn’t here to make things easy for them. 

Quaritch then raised his hand and closed the slot on the door, so that any light was gone. The room was pitch black and I stayed frozen. Mansk let go of me and I felt weird. I couldn’t see or hear them for a few seconds but I knew both of them were there. 

Then someone flicked a switch and the light turned on. It was an odd-looking lightbulb and it was bright as shit. Quaritch angled the lamp away from us, making it shine into the corner. He glared down at me and I heard Mansk huff behind me. This situation felt oddly familiar. The positioning of us as well. 

I looked away, feeling like a kid in trouble. Even though I knew I wasn’t really the one to blame, I still felt some type of guilt. Then again, I was ready to defend myself if they would start arguing with me. But their presence was still intimidating to me. It made me feel a certain way again. 

“What the hell was that?!” Miles snarled at me. My eyes shot up to his and I turned my gaze into a frown. 

“It was an accident.” I returned in an angry tone. I couldn’t believe they were angry at me for creating some minor inconvenience when they had literally taken me from my home. That was more than an inconvenience to me. 

“You almost had us caught.” he returned in my tone, taking a step forward and leaning down to me. 

“It’s not my fault.” I spit my words at him. “I don’t even know what’s going on.” 

“We were going to help you.” he said, motioning at Mansk. I looked back at him and watched him give a firm nod, his hand resting on his gun again. 

“Help me?” I asked both of them. “How.” It didn’t seem believable. Miles scoffed and stood up straight again. 

“We wanted to take ya’ some place nicer than 'ere.” Mansk replied and I stared up at him, my mouth parted a little. They have got to be joking. 

“We felt bad, after… ya' know… so we found and well, made a place that looked a bit more like… home, to you.” Manks continued talking, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He didn’t seem annoyed at all. He looked a little, nervous? Unsure? Yeah, unsure. 

But I was still angry. “I don’t want to go anywhere nicer.” I say, snarling at Mansk who flattened his ears back. Quaritch was fighting the urge to punch a woman behind me, while I turned to Mansk. 

“I want to go home!” I say, my voice breaking a little. I didn’t expect myself to get emotional but then again, I happened to have the problem that I cried whenever I got too angry and frustrated. I hated it because I knew that people would take me less seriously that way. 

I felt tears sting in the corners of my eyes and I wanted to scream at myself because I couldn’t cry in front of them. I had to keep my shit together. I didn’t want to seem weak. 

Mansk’s gaze seemed to soften at what I had said. But my words affected Quaritch in a different way. 

The men had felt guilty about leaving you and letting you return to living the way you had before with them. After your session in the forest, they felt some kind of emotional connection to you. They wouldn’t call it love but they did care for you in some way. 

When you three landed and you were dragged away from them, they knew they couldn’t get you away from the other people. It would raise suspicion. If they were behind honest, they didn’t expect you to be taken straight away. But when you were, all they could do it watch. 

They had another small facility a bit away from the main lab building where everyone stayed. The room they set up had a proper bed and they gave it a lot of effort to make it look more friendly and like home. While they kind of sucked at decorating, they just made sure it was comfortable and not as blank looking as my current room. 

Quaritch would have never in his life done something like that for another person. So when he heard you say that you didn’t even want to see what they had prepared for you, he was annoyed.

“You ungrateful menace, do you know-” Miles started to say but I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ungrateful?!” I snap at him and it startles him. The noise level makes both men panic a little and Manks tries to calm me down, placing a hand on my shoulder but I instantly push it off. 

“You took me from my home! You took me away from-” I started almost yelling at Miles and Mansk had to cover my mouth again, to not blow our cover. 

My eyes were all glossy again and a few tears were threatening to spill out. I struggled against Mansk but stood no chance. 

Both men were silent. My argument had silenced Quaritch’s angry tantrum. He looked down at me with almost pity. But I didn’t want his fucking pity. I wanted to be free again. 

Mansk held me steadily until my breathing had calmed down and then he removed his hand from my mouth. I inhaled deeply and just stared at Miles. He didn’t know what to say. 

“None of this is my fucking fault.” I snarl, keeping my voice down. 

“Watch your mouth.” he replies, his tail flicking angrily. 

“Make me.” I challenge him. Quaritch stares at me, wondering whether he heard that correctly. 

Mansk’s ears perk up at my words and he watches the scene in front of him, definitely more interested in the outcome now. Then again, his Colonel’s reaction seemed to worry him. 

“Oh I will.” he said, putting his gun on a shelf and starting to unbuckle his belt with one hand. My eyes shot open and Mansk watched my reaction. 

“No, not like that. I didn’t mean-” 

“Too late, cupcake.” Quaritch snarled, aggressively pulling the belt out of the belt loops and folding it in half with one hand. 

“You’ve asked for it. You’re gonna get it.” he said, walking towards me and backing me up against the desk. Mansk swiftly moved out of the Colonel’s way and removed the gun hanging around his body, letting it lean against a wall. 

“You perverted asshole, I should-” I start cussing at him but his hand wraps around my throat, threateningly. 

“Shut your pretty mouth now, or I’ll make you regret it.” he snarled, moving his face closer to mine. I was now standing right next to the desk with him towering over me.  

“You can keep telling yourself you don’t want this. But I can smell you, sugar. You can’t hide your feelin’s from us.” he snarled. 

There was some truth in what he said. I knew very well I wanted to leave, but then again their presence would perhaps be missed. Just being around them made me feel weak in the knees and made my stomach erupt in sick excitement. 

He grabbed my arm and turned me around, pressing my chest down onto the wooden desk in the room. 

I felt Quaritch’s free hand hastily tug down my pants. I was given fresh clothes every few days. I don’t know what happened to my old top and shorts. 

The pants pooled around my ankles and he kicked my ankles out of the way, to push the clothing away with his boot. 

I was dreading the feeling of the belt harshly landing against my skin. I also hated how I would almost always become submissive to them. Quaritch would always have it his way and it angered me. I felt helpless. 

Sure, while their presence excited me and the excitement made my head all fuzzy again, I felt overwhelmed and extremely emotional. My hormones seemed to be all over the place, which is probably why tears started to spill from my eyes. Not tears of sadness or tears of joy, just tears because I had trouble following what was happening. 

Miles’ hand rested on my ass and then held my hip in place while he adjusted the leather belt in his hand. 

“Sir,” Mansk announced. I saw him from the corner of my eye. He was watching my reactions this whole time and had decided that he needed to step in. 

Mansk was a very quiet and introverted person. Not introverted and shy, just introverted as in he rarely spoke and preferred to observe. He was confident in himself, he just didn’t always seem present when he was present. Definitely not shy. 

He would keep most things to himself and almost always wear his same neutral expression. During missions and training, he was a bit more verbally active, signalling things, handing down orders or telling Lyle to focus. He was very professional and serious about his military career. That’s why the Colonel had great trust in him. 

Mansk took a step forward to me, but the Colonel seemed to not hear him. 

“Sir,” he repeated, louder this time. Quaritch moved his gaze from my body to his soldier. 

I was now biting my lip and had tears streaming down my face. If you would ask me to explain why I was crying in words, I wouldn’t be able to. I could show you by pointing at me, at them, at the belt, at my damp fucking underwear, at the facility, the guns and the atmosphere all around. My mind was too fuzzy for me to even think properly. I just quietly sobbed and looked over my shoulder at Mansk. What was he doing?

“It ain't fair on her.” he firmly said. The Colonel was surprised by Mansk’s words, telling him off. Usually, Mansk backs up everything he says. 

Mansk would have never thought he would be standing up to Quaritch either. He respected him a lot, mainly because he was a superior but also because of the way he would handle missions. 

He also never thought that he would feel sympathy towards you. The recom-team and he would look down on other creatures, especially on Pandora. Nothing really appealed to them. Even though you were human, you lived with Na’vi and you were the recom-teams prisoner. 

To be perfectly honest, if they would have brought you into the facility as a prisoner and had a bag on your head so that he wouldn’t be able to see you or hear your voice, Mansk would treat you like shit. He would treat you like any other prisoner, maybe worse because you betrayed your race and chose to live with the ‘enemy’. 

His new self or new body with his old self seemed to have him feeling a little more sympathetic with things. Not with his teammates but as a person, he would burn this place down in the blink of an eye if he would have been given the order. 

His avatar body seemed to have some natural connection with Pandora, but all soldiers were in denial of it and refused to acknowledge it. 

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, Mansk cared for you. Something that he didn’t do often at all with others. He would joke with teammates occasionally and if one of them was hurt he would help, but he deeply cared for your wellbeing. Seeing you cry helplessly beneath Quaritch made him feel guilty. 

They were trying to help you and now you were being punished for an accident. He didn’t like it. 

Quaritch stared at Mansk for a few seconds, wondering whether he was being serious right now before slowly returning his gaze to me. I was a trembling, quivering, sobbing mess. 

Miles’ eyes opened wider and he realised the state you were in. He was so worked up and fuming with anger it didn’t cross his mind to check how you were doing. He, like Mansk, cared for you too. He was more than just attracted to you. 

He almost flinched when he saw you crying and immediately removed his hand from your lower back and stepped away to give you space. 

I was no longer being held down but I felt like I would lose my shit if I just stayed bent over the desk. I needed to feel some level of comfort and right now, Mansk seemed to be the safest hiding spot for me. 

I pushed myself off the table and turned to face him. His ears were pulled back a little and he seemed uncomfortable. When he looked at me, his ears drooped a little and his gaze once again softened. I took a shaky step forward and he opened his arms a little, taking a step toward me. I pressed myself against him, my hands holding onto his tank top while I buried my face into his waist. His ears perked up at my sudden action and he loosely hung his arm around my back while the other supported my head, holding me to him. 

He didn’t want to look at Quaritch either. Since he was his superior, he was worried about the outcome of the situation. 

Mansk just let his head hang as he watched me cry into him, my tears staining his top. He didn’t care about the mess. Even though he felt sorry for you, his heart was racing and he felt happy with himself that you felt safe with him. In emotional situations like these, where someone would for example be crying, he never had any idea how to help. Mansk was clueless about this stuff. So having you choose him to cry on and being able to hold your sobbing self, made him happy. 

He slowly looked up at Quaritch, his ears strained back, ready for the worst reaction. But he too was now surprised. Quaritch had both his hands loosely hanging on his sides, the belt about to fall out. He looked completely distraught. The Colonel’s eyes were fixed on you. He couldn’t believe that he did that to you. He luckily hadn’t physically hurt you but the fact that you seemed so scared of him broke the man's heart. He wanted you to feel safe when he was around. Turns out he did the opposite. 

I had calmed down a little, my sobbing turning into sniffling. I wrapped my arms around Mansk’s waist for a little more comfort and Mansk swore he could have melted. Your small innocent actions warmed his heart. He couldn’t believe the effect you had on him. 

I turned around, wiping a few tears away with the back of my hand while keeping a finger hooked in the belt loop of Mansk’s pants for reassurance of his presence. 

I saw how upset Quaritch looked. He felt guilt and deep regret. 

Seeing him like that upset me a little more. I didn’t want him to think I was crying that much because of him. It was all my bottled-up emotions finally being released, his actions just happened to trigger it. 

Normally, I would have probably happily let him use the belt on me. God, what have I become?

“Miles, it’s okay…” I sniffle, not being able to bear seeing him that upset anymore. He probably fully blamed himself for everything. 

His eyes met yours when you said his name but his expression didn’t change. 

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but he was at a loss for words. He wasn’t sure whether an apology would help. Still, it was better than nothing. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t want that to happen.” he said, his voice softer than ever. It made my heart melt. 

“It’s okay-” 

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” he said, clearly beating himself up about it. 

“I’m not.” I reply, softly smiling. My tears have dried up now. “I was just overwhelmed.” 

He looked up, his ears reacting to the words I just spoke. He was questioning what I meant. 

I pressed my thighs together a little. Being around them for so long had my pussy throbbing and I was struggling to hide my arousal. After being burdened with anger and everything else I felt, I needed a release. 

They needed one too. Ever since the incident in the forest, both men discovered that they felt needier. It was already a lot for them in their new body but now that they knew you, they craved you. 

Mansk was standing close to me and had picked up my scent once the door had closed behind them. He was able to ignore it for a while but it hit him again now. And this time it was much stronger. 

His eyes grew darker the longer he gazed at your small figure. Seeing you rub your thighs together made him let out a groan. 

Mansk stepped closer to you, pressing himself against you even though you were half his height. His tail caressed your waist while he leaned down a little. 

“Ya' smell so good.” he practically purred. I felt the vibrations from his body flow into me and the excitement shot straight to my core. 

God, I loved them. I leaned my head back against Mansk and stared up at him, admiring him. 

Miles caught up on what was happening. He had smelled my scent before too. That’s also what partially spurred him on to want to use the belt on you. Now, seeing you in front of him, your cheeks flushed red again and you breathing heavily, he felt himself drawn to you. 

Your sweet, feminine scent awoke something primal and feral inside both men. Remembering what happened the last time you all felt this way, got everyone feeling more impatient. They had gotten a taste of you and now they couldn’t get enough. 

“Fuck…” Miles groaned, breathing heavier through his parted lips while watching how Mansk caressed your body. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart…let me make it up to you.” Miles said, keeping his voice low while walking over to you. He took one of your hands in his, making sure you accepted him in your space before going any further. 

My pupils were blown wide and I looked up at him, ready for him to do whatever he wanted with me. I nod, humming in agreement. Mansk gently let go of me while Miles guided me back to the desk. He left the belt on the ground where he stood. 

His hands held me up by my waist and he effortlessly placed me on top of the hard polished wood. Miles placed either of his hands on the outside of my thighs, leaning his body against the desk and facing me. Mansk didn’t want to lose the sensation of me against his body so he stood behind me, helping me sit upright. I noticed that he had taken his shirt off, and it was his warm soft skin pressing against me. Well as soft as his huge pecs and rock-hard abs can get. 

Miles noticed how I melted into his soldier's naked upper body and then saw how my eyes raked over his bare arms and broad shoulders. 

He pulled away a little, straightening his posture in front of me and peeling his own tank top off. I bit my lip, my glossy eyes admiring every bit of Quaritch’s body.

“Someone likes what she’s seein’.” Miles chuckles with a shit-eating grin. “What? Never seen proper men before?” he asked, teasing me. Mansk chuckled against my neck, enjoying how I reacted to them. 

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Sure, I have seen other men. Not in a sexual way, but I’ve seen enough to know that Miles and Mansk looked exceptionally good. I just slightly nodded my head ‘no’ and that really gave them a big ego boost. They seemed to know what I meant. 

“We’ll make you feel soo good.” Mansk cooed into my ear while Quaritch leaned forward again, grinning at me.  

He traced his fingers up one of my legs and caressed my thigh before taking the cloth of my panties between his fingers and examining it. 

“Cute.” he mumbled, his touch making goosebumps rise on my skin. Mansk was struggling to hold himself back and started getting very touchy. He was playing with my top, tugging at the cloth. I smiled at his eagerness, turning my head to him. 

He looked at me for permission and I nodded, raising my arms into the air as he pulled the clothing over my head. 

Quaritch’s hand was dangerously close to my core, but he gave his teasing a pause to be able to take in the sight of my almost bare body. 

“Pretty.” Mansk whispered behind me into my ear. His head was above my right shoulder and he was looking down at the newly exposed skin, letting his hands travel around my waist and up my chest. 

Miles hummed in agreement, his hands now parting my legs so that he could stand in between them, preventing them from closing again. 

He traced his finger over my clothed crotch, rubbing me through my panties. I let out a shaky sigh, leaning back against Mansk who was more than happy to embrace me. 

All of us were growing impatient so Miles pulled my underwear down my legs without any hesitation. Mansk swiftly undid my bra and let it fall off my chest, throwing it to the side. I was completely naked in front of them once again. 

“You’re so beautiful, princess.” Miles said, unable to look away from me. 

Mansk pressed his face into the side of my neck, inhaling my scent deeply. I looked at both of them and noticed how their pupils were dilated too. Their eyes were a lot darker. 

Before I knew it, Quaritch got down on his knees in front of me and started kissing up my thigh. My breathing hitched and I froze, unable to tear my eyes from him. 

Mansk kept me grounded, his hands now holding my breasts and kneading them, honestly, more for his own pleasure than mine. 

Quaritch buried his face into the soft fleshy skin of my thigh and inhaled just like Mansk. My scent was stronger than ever to them, making them needier. 

His fingers then started to rub me gently, sliding between my folds and I gasped, letting out a whine while biting down on my lip. 

I watched Miles, needing to feel his tongue and mouth on me so badly. 

“What do ya' want, baby?” he asked, grinning up at me while gently taking my legs and putting them over his broad shoulders. 

“Please, stop teasing…” I whine. “ I need to feel you. Please.” 

“Alright, alright…” Miles gave in, pleased with my answer. He then moved closer and I felt his flat tongue lick up my dripping pussy firmly. Then again and again. 

I let out a high-pitched moan, arching my back off of Mansk’s body. Mansk growled against me, loving the noises I made. I throw my head back against his shoulder, clenching my eyes closed. 

“No, baby. Ya' need to watch.” Mansk whispers, kissing my cheek and wrapping his whole hand around my throat. He pushes his shoulder forward, forcing me to look down at what the Colonel is doing to me. 

Quaritch had wrapped both his arms around my thighs to keep me in place and prevent me from even trying to pull away. 

He circles his tongue around my clit, before being unable to control himself any longer. The sweet taste that he has been craving was flooding his sense and he growled, burying his face into my cunt. 

I gasp and whine out, wrapping my arms around Mansk’s neck, trying to hold on to something to keep me from drifting away. 

“Oh…fuck- Miles.” I moan and watch how his tail happily sways from side to side, his ears perking up when he hears his name. 

Mansk is peppering kisses down my neck and leaning over me, accessing my bare chest, while Miles is eating me out like a starved man. He hums against me and the vibrations make me feel sensitive, instinctively making me pull away but Quaritch just tugs me even closer. My eyes start to show me a blurry vision and I feel how close I already am. 

I tell myself I can hold it a little longer, but then Miles shoves his tongue inside me, starting to relentlessly tongue fuck my pussy. 

I let out a moan at the noise level of a scream and Mansk’s hand flies to cover my mouth again. 

I start to repeat to Miles that I’m close but everything is muffled by the big blue hand, cupping my face. 

Before I can even process another thought, I feel the built-up tension in me explode. I clench my eyes shut after Mansk sees them roll to the back of my head and my trembling thighs clench around Miles’ head. 

Quaritch helps me ride out my high and I feel him grin while continuing to eat me out. Once I loosen my grip around him and manage to gasp for air again, Miles cleans me up with his tongue, not letting anything drip down on the desk. He then pulls away, licking his lips. I get a glance at his white sharp fangs. I don’t know what it is, but their fangs have me under some spell. 

Mansk let go of my throat and I let my head fall back on his shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief and exhaustion. 

Miles got up, looking all happy and proud of himself. “How did that feel, huh sugar?” he asked, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to my other cheek. I let out a breathy chuckle. The teasing was never-ending.

“So good…” I whisper and his grin widens. 

“That’s what I thought.” 

Mansk had gently lifted me and moved me further up the desk. He sat down on it next to me, his legs not hanging off the edge though. 

I let my eyes rake over his ripped torso and let out a shaky breath. 

“So pretty…” I whispered, feeling overwhelmed again. Miles chuckled at my reaction while Mansk just wanted to cover me in kisses. My praise was something he took to heart. Both of them knew they looked good, but you saying things like that flattered them. 

Mansk smirked, glad you were satisfied.

“C'mere an' help me out, will ya'?” he asked, smiling. My gaze moved from his torso to his eyes, to his pants and I saw how his dick was pressing against the fabric. He had been trying to relieve himself a little by rutting into my back but it didn’t help. He needed to feel me around him. I look between his crotch up to him again. 

“Can I?” I ask, feeling a little shy. I knew he just asked me to but I still felt a little unsure. 

Mansk chuckled, dropping his head forward before returning his gaze to me again. 

“Yeah, baby. Go ahead.” he said, encouraging me. I scooted closer to him and he leaned back on his outstretched arms, watching my small fingers fiddle with his belt. He decided to look at my face again, to see how red I got and how I was nervously trying to undo his belt. I must have never done this to anyone else before. 

I managed to open the belt and then moved my fingers to his fly, unzipping it with a bit of struggle because of the way his aching cock stretched the fabric. I then opened the button at the top and pulled his pants down his slim hips a bit more. His cock sprung free and he let out a sigh of relief because he felt so painfully hard. 

I whimpered, staring with wide eyes at his blue dick. It didn’t look abnormal to me at all. I felt so drawn to him I wanted to touch it. 

Carefully, I reached out and gently wrapped my hand around him. We watched how it didn’t wrap around it all the way and the size difference seemed to awaken a new kink in us. 

Mansk let out a shaky breath, his lips parting a little when he felt my hand on him. I softly stroked him, knowing he needed more but I wanted to explore. 

He was in fact too needy to let me continue and his hands found my waist as he pulled me onto his lap, my knees on either side of his thick thighs. 

I was surprised by his actions and held onto muscley shoulders for support. Mansk rested his hands on my hips and I slowly sat down on his thighs, his hard dick in between us. It was leaning against my stomach, showing exactly how deep in me he could be if it were physically possible. If my organs wouldn’t be in the way. His dick was throbbing and the tip reached just below my chest. His eyes were fixed on me and seemed completely mesmerised by the size difference we had. 

But Mansk knew it was possible for me to take most of him. I managed last time.

One of his hands slipped down and he ran his fingers through my sensitive folds, his eyes widening when he felt how wet I was. I flinched a little, still sensitive from the orgasm Mies gave me and he smiled, pulling it away and licking the slick off his finger, groaning.

“Ride me, hot stuff.” Mansk spoke out, his voice failing to hide his neediness. 

Miles came up behind me and I noticed that I no longer felt his pants against me but this time his dick pressed against my lower back. I wanted to turn around and ask what his plan was. No way could they both fit in my pussy. I would probably die. 

Then his hand was in between my legs again and I squeezed Mansk’s shoulders, flinching away. 

He softly shushed me, cupping my cheek and gently running his thumb over my flushed skin. I locked eyes with him again, noticing how he was looking at me in adoration too and not just lust.

Quaritch had gathered up my cum and started lubricating his dick with it. I broke the beautiful eye contact with Mansk to glance over my shoulder and see what the Colonel was doing. 

Miles saw my concern and pressed his warm torso against my bare back, hugging me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder. 

“Don’t you worry sweetheart. We’ll make sure ya' feel good. Remember?” Miles cooed, rubbing my skin soothingly. Oddly enough, I trusted him. Both of them. 

I take a deep breath, facing forward again and nodding. 

“Let us take care of it.” Mansk added, his head tilted to the side a little. 

I smile, whispering out a soft “Okay.”.

Mansk leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before his hands found my waist again and he lifted me a little. I continued to hold him for support, still slightly worried about what was to come. I didn’t know what to expect from them.

Mansk moved one of his hands and grasped his dick, stroking it a few times before aligning it with my entrance. 

I held my breath and let him guide me down on him. I felt his tip press against my entrance and with a little more pressure, it penetrated me. Slowly, he pushed himself inside me. Mansk pulled me closer to him and I was basically hugging him, resting my head on his shoulder while he did the same on mine. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck again to muffle the soft moan he let out at the new feeling. 

The way my pussy tightly hugged his aching hard cock made Mansk lose his mind, but he managed to contain himself so that he wouldn’t hurt you. 

I whimpered against his hot skin, my fingers digging into his back. He didn’t want to bottom me out, but he lowered me onto him until he was pressing against my cervix. 

“Good girl.” he whispered his praise into my ear, making me want to please him more. The praise excited me to the point I subconsciously clenched around him and Mansk took note of that. 

He held me for a while, letting me adjust and get used to him. 

Meanwhile, Miles had stroked himself ready, feeling painfully hard as well. He knew that what he was about to do might be too much for you, but he had to try. It also excited him a little more and he didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing. 

He lined himself up behind me and I felt his wet and warm tip press up against my ass. My eyes went wide and I wanted to turn around but then he started to push into me as well and my mouth fell open. I couldn’t say anything, I just held onto Mansk for dear life again. I felt bad for digging my nails into his back but he seemed to like it. 

I squeaked out when he continued to push in and Miles stopped when he was halfway inside me. 

My mouth was agape and I gasped, my entire body tensing. 

“It’s okay.” Mansk cooed, rubbing my back a little while Miles groaned in pleasure, loving the way I squeezed him. 

“You’re doing so well, sugar. So good.” Miles mumbled with half-lidded eyes. I relaxed a little into their touch, focusing on my breathing and on my goal to please them. 

After a minute or two my neediness was overpowering the discomfort I felt and I rolled my hips into Mansk. 

His ears perked up and he removed his head from my shoulder, looking into my eyes with mischief. 

“It’s okay now.” I say softly, almost having it sound like a whisper. Mansk nods and his hands return to your hips. Miles pats my back and lets me raise my hips off of them a little with the help of Mansk’s grip before lowering myself back down. My mouth is still open and I struggle to keep my breathing even while Mansk has his lips firmly pressed together and his eyebrows furrowed. Miles is biting his lip, his fangs showing again. 

I start to finally feel good and manage to relax a little more. Each time I lower my hips, I roll them a little to increase the sensations for both men. 

Mansk supports my movements, helping me increase my speed. 

Behind me Miles throws his head back, his hands gripping my waist, slightly above Mansk’s hands and he lets out a breathy groan. Mansk’s eyes are focused on where we are connected and eventually, he starts to lose himself. 

“Atta girl.” Mansk says, lightly spanking my thigh and I whimper. Feeling so full has me feeling all hazy and faint. I let my hand wander down his chest which sparkled in the light with his light spots illuminating the beads of sweat on his skin. I fumbled with his dog tag before taking it into my hand and closing my palm around it. I used it and his shoulders to steady myself. 

Mansk found this incredibly hot. Maybe next time, he would make you wear his chain. 

Miles starts pulling me down a little harsher onto him while Mansk starts rutting up into me. I feel like a ragdoll and realise I won’t be able to sit straight soon anymore. 

The tightness Miles is feeling is clouding his mind with pleasure and he is unable to stop fucking into my ass. His orgasm comes faster than expected and soon he throws his head back again, his mouth falling open as he empties his balls deep into me. I cry out a little at the feeling and feel him slowly pull out of me. Miles is resting against the other side of the desk, regaining his breath while Mansk focuses on making both of us cum. My legs are giving out and I am no longer able to move my hips off of his dick. Modern problems require modern solutions. 

Mansk scoops me up, stilling our movements and gently laying me down on the desk. My hips are on the edge where he is now standing, making sure he is still deep inside me. 

He leans down, resting his upper body on his elbows and arms before he resumes our fast pace. I arch my back into him and moan, which drives him crazy and he can’t help but speed up his hip movements. 

“Holy shit- Mansk…” I moan, my arms returning to his back, scratching down his shoulders. His arm reaches for my thigh, lifting it up and holding it against his hip. 

I feel my second orgasm approaching and I start to clench around him. Mansk moans again, unable to keep the noises to himself anymore and drops his head down on my upper chest. I cradle his head with one hand while holding onto his back. 

“Mansk- I’m gonna…” I trail off, wanting to let him know I’m close. 

“I know, baby. I can feel you.” he groans, running his big hand up and down my thigh. “Whenever you’re ready.” 

I nod hastily, wrapping my other leg around his waist and pulling him a little deeper into me. After a few more thrusts, I start to see stars again, my back arching into his chest and my legs trembling around him. 

Mansk rides out my orgasm before finally cumming as well, thrusting into me one final time, a little harder and burying himself as deep into me as possible. He releases his hot white ropes of cum deep into me and I hold his tensed body to ground him while he is overtaken by euphoria and bliss. 

We stay like that for a while, regaining our breath until Mansk lifts himself up. My legs and arms fall limp to the sides of the desk and I roll over a little, regaining control over my body with the pleasure gone. 

Mansk rests his hand on my abdomen and slowly pulls out of me. 

“You okay?” he asks, gently rearranging my legs into a comfortable position. 

“Yeah.” I reply smiling. I crane my neck and look over at Quaritch who is smirking down at me, wearing his pants again. 

“You did so well, baby.” Miles said, walking over to where I lay, while Mansk put his pants back on. Mansk returned to my other side with my clothes and both of them helped me get dressed. 

I accepted their help and got up from the desk after being dressed again. My legs happened to be trembling again so Mansk kept his arm around me while Miles was ready to open the door and turn off the light. 

That's when I remembered that I didn't know where we were going. 

"Please don't leave me again…" I said, hopefully looking up at both men. 

Miles turned away from the door and sighed. 

"I don't want to go back in there." I continue, my voice cracking a bit. 

Mansk and Quaritch looked at each other, not exchanging words. They didn't want to bring you back either. It would be cruel to do this to you and then leave you. It would hurt them as well, seeing you back in that cold empty room. 

But they knew they couldn't set you free just like that. The best they could do was transfer you to the smaller facility which they had prepared for you. It wasn't ideal but it was an improvement. 

Either way, all of you knew that they couldn't keep you captive forever. 

Miles and Mansk would let you go if their jobs and lives didn't depend on it because they value your well-being and freedom. 

Then again, they hoped that if that happens, you would return to them so they could see you again. 

"We'll take you to the place Mansk and I prepared. It's a little nicer." Miles says. I let my head drop a little in disappointment but then again I myself knew they couldn't just set me free. 

I look up at Miles and nod but both men sense my sadness. 

"We're still working on finding a solution." Quaritch added and Mansk nodded, backing up his statement. 

"We promise it'll all be okay soon." Mansk said, his hand holding my waist and gently pulling me into his side. 

"Okay." I reply, happy that I'm at least leaving the room I've been stuck in for almost two weeks. 

With that, Miles turns the light off and opens the door, checking whether the air is clear. 

Eventually, we made it out of the building and after half an hour of flying, we arrived at the spot they prepared. 

They were right, it was nicer.

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[feralfather]

DUDE NOOOOOOO!!!!😭😭😭😭😭 that ask about Quaritch dying was so SADD—

Could we please have an alternative ending to it, where he does wake? Just a little, teeny tiny drabble 🥺

For you, anon, I shall!

“Quaritch!” Spider screamed, in sync with Cupcake’s own hysteric screech, his trembling hands punching into the man’s chest as the Irkan flapped her wings in agitation. “Dad! Wake up! Wake up! Please, wake up! Dad please!”

He didn’t even notice the term of endearing slipping from his lips as he tried to force his father’s heart to beat.

Spider screamed and continued chest compressions until his arms were nothing but dead weight and he could do nothing but pathetically press his masked forehead to the man’s still chest. “Please… please please please…” He sobbed, clenching his weak fists against cold blue skin. “Please, don’t leave me. Don’t leave.” He shook his masked face against Quaritch’s skin, snot and tears mixing near the bottom of the glass. “Don’t go.”

His breath was ragged in his lungs, straining and burning like they were on fire… and as he lay sobbing against his father’s chest, that fire slowly spread to bubble throughout his body until his trembling fists were warm with a familiar emotion.

Rage.

“You promised.” Spider rasped, teeth gritting as he lifted his head from the man’s chest to stare at his lax face. “You promised me you’d always be there.”

Spider’s breath was catching in his throat as he tried to blink away the tears that blurred his vision.

His fists were no longer shaking from exhaustion, but for a different reason entirely.

“You son of a bitch!” Those hands shot out and slammed down onto Quaritch’s chest as the boy was swallowed in his grief and rage. “You fucking lied to me! You’re nothing but a stupid liar!”

Spider’s words were punctuated with his slamming fists.

Cupcake’s screams of protest were barely static in his ears as his vision tunneled entirely on the still form of his father.

“I fucking trusted you! I-!”

The body under him started convulsing.

Spider’s head snapped up in time to see Quaritch vomiting up water all over his lower face and chest.

And it was the most beautiful sight Spider had ever seen.

The boy was jerked from his shock when his father’s tail slapped into his thigh, forcing him into action as he lunged up to crouch near the man’s head, the Irkan clicking and shifting excitedly behind him. “Oh Eywa, thank you.” He choked as he wiped the expelled water from Quaritch’s cold face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Quaritch’s yellow eyes were wide and delirious, his ears pinned back, and his mouth slightly gapped as he panted and gasped for breath. The man’s hands flailed at his sides and reaching for his bare chest, and his feet and tail kicked and thumped wildly against the stone.

Spider continued to cry and praise Eywa as he rolled his father onto his side and slapped him on the back, forcing the man to cough up as much water as he could.

Eventually, Quaritch’s eyes closed once more and he drifted off to sleep. Spider felt panicked at not being able to see his eyes… but he knew sleep was the best medicine he had at the moment. So, with his limbs heavy with exhaustion and his heart heavy with a rollercoaster of emotions, he collapsed onto his rear next to Quaritch and leaned his back against his side, staring blankly out at the distant wreckage and the rising daylight. He couldn’t even bring himself to care that the Sully’s were somewhere out there, possibly waiting for him to find them… and he forced himself to ignore the sharp stinging on his chest, where Neytiri’s blade cut into him…

Cupcake’s talons clicked across the stone as she took her position curled near her rider’s head, eyes focused on the sleeping Na’vi and the boy who lay against him.

Spider took comfort in being able to see his father’s chest rise and fall, in seeing his face twitch and his ears flick, in seeing his tail shift and move… in feeling the man’s thunderous heartbeat under his hand. Everything that told him he was alive.

… Quaritch was alive.

His father was alive.

And Spider would wait here until he wakes up. They they could figure everything else out later, but for the moment, he would stay right here and drink in the fact that his father’s eyes would eventually open once more.

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You thought you knew your miles, maybe he would stop if you said it but he didn't, he pushed forward and ruined the one thing he had with you forever.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜɪᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

TW: friend zone, angst, angry Neytiri, throat slitting, blood, character death, crying, sad Quaritch, vengeance.

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You knew Miles Quaritch for a couple months, that was enough for you to fall in love with the man. When he first arrived to Bridgehead with his team, you were smitten. Day and night you'd be thinking of him, then you actually began to interact with him. It felt like some kind of dream come true, you couldn't believe that he had actually noticed you, of all people.

Besides work purposes, Miles had seemed to have some kind of interest in you. Sure you had become friends, but that didn't stop you from believing you could be more than friends. The more you interacted, the more you fell for him, you also noticed he'd lead you on sometimes, it made you believe that he must have been into you like you were of him.

Then you decided to ask Miles if he wanted to be you boyfriend. You felt excited and nervous at the same time, hoping that he'd say yes. But when you had popped the question to him, he had told you that he wasn't really looking for something serious and that he wanted to keep his options open. It kind of broke your heart a bit, but you understood and decided to forget all of that, just remain the good friends that you were. As much as you wanted to hide the pain, it really hurt.

That day had gone to shit, the mission was to collect Jake and that was it, instead things changed. The ship was attacked by a tulkun, the na'vi and the RDA went into battle on the ocean, majoity of the Deja Blu team got killed, and so on. Not only that but Quaritch was not giving up on trying to get Jake. He had his daughters held captive, you didn't care if they were human or na'vi, they were kids that had nothing to do with their father's doing.

You had gone to look around, to see any survivors on the sinking ship. Instead you found he remaining passengers, dead, either stabbed or with an arrow on their chest. The ship began to sink more, you new that you and Quaritch needed to leave, forget about Jake, if you both didn't leave, you'll die.

When you went back to Quaritch, you saw Jake with his youngest daughter behind him, meanwhile Miles had his other daughter, held by her queue and a knife to her neck. "Miles!" you yelled when you got closer, then he looked at you. "You stay there!" he warned, "Miles just forget it! We have t go or else we'll fucking die!" you screamed desperately. "Nothing is over while I'm still breathing!" he hissed, he then threw the orange cuffs at Jake, ordering him to cuff himself. "You son of a bitch!" Jake hissed back at Miles was he began to cuff one of his hands.

Before you could try and reason with him, you then felt someone get a hold of you hair , pulling your head back and a large knife to be placed on your now exposed neck. It was Neytiri, when Miles looked saw her he gripped harder onto the knife on the girl's neck. "Release, or I cut" she warned him, she held you tightly by the hair and her knife on your neck, you felt cold blade slightly cut your skin. "Just let her go" I cried out in fear, hoping that Miles would listen, but he didn't. "You think I care about some woman?" he asked, you felt a pain in the heart by his confession.

Miles held the tears in his eyes and answered his own question. "Where not even the same species." He said, causing you to tear up by his painful words. Then you felt a sharp pain on your neck, then you began to cough up red. Looking down at youself you saw how blood poured from you neck like a water fall. Neytiri had let you go and stepped away from you.

Your fall felt like slow motion, you saw everyone's shocked expression as you felt. Then Miles pushed the girl away from him and ran to you, before your body could hit the floor, he got you. he got a good look at your wound, it was a huge gash and he saw the blood squirting from you throat. Not only that but you were choking on your own blood through you mask. Miles then placed his large hand on your small neck, tying to prevent more blood from spilling out. This was a cue for the small family to leave, so they left, leaving you both.

"It's going to be alright!" Miles cried out, still holding your neck as well as getting blood on himself. He held your small body close. You were still a bit conscious, but due to the blood lose, everything was beginning to look blurry. You tried to say something, but couldn't, your mouth was filled with your own blood and you felt your vocal being touched by Miles hand. Your eyes began to feel tired, the last thing that you saw was a terrified Miles who had been crying, then everything went black.

Miles watched as your eyes went shut and your heart stopped beating, he didn't care that the ship was sinking, what mattered to him right now was you. He hated the fact that he couldn't tell you the truth, that he was in love with you, but he didn't know if he was a good man for you. Instead he lied, he lied about his feelings towards you. His last words to you were basically him telling you and everyone who witness that he didn't care about you when in reality he did. He continued to hold you lifeless and bloodied body close to him, he had to leave soon, or else he'll die. But he couldn't, someone had to avenge you, and that someone is going to be him. "I will go back for him, and when I do, I'll kill him and his whole family" he said to you, he knew that their deaths weren't going to bring you back, but what he said was true, things weren't going to be over until he stops breathing.

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Miles Socorro; Milo Spellman [Prompt #7]

What if.....

Miles Socorro became Milo Spellman?

It wasn't a quick decision, nor an easy one, but it was made all the same.

'Nature vs Nurture' was the main argument used, with the scientists heavily favouring the latter over the former, when matters concerning the son of Miles Quaritch were brought up.

"He can't become like his father if he never knows him."

So, in Science lab 2-D, it was decided that Miles Socorro, son of Paz Socorro and Miles Quaritch, would become Milo Spellman, son of Trudy Chacon and Norm Spellman.

Miles Milo still became Spider; that would never change.

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CHAPTER 5 : ONCE UPON A DREAM

CHAPTER 6 : FIRST LESSON - BABY STEPS PART 1

the song cords of the great mother's children is added an important milestone that represents the life of that child. the song cords are sang from it's beginning until the end of their journey of life.

the birth and death.

ingyen made it a habit of singing his lullaby every night before he sleeps to remind him the importance of his existence so he'd dream of healing and the growth of his influence.

with the reputation that demon left on the child, she made it her destiny to changing it as her son who'll become a mighty warrior. she kept talking highly of him on his learning abilities and skills when her mother asked how her grandchild has become quite an excellent teacher for the humans at such a young age. seykxel talks highly about his knowledge on plants, animals and facts about eywa's life that his mother taught him were important which the scientists took serious when they listened to his rambles.

he was young to enjoy the life pandora offered in his tiny hands that is too much, for him to receive back by the people. constant stares and conversations all in front of the child about what his father had done when he just wanted to be seen as one of them who was born here. born to be omatikaya. ingyen's protectiveness can protect much as she was one of the chief's daughters but such a single glare can last for a moment to shield her child.

ingyen loves seykxel.

but...

her love continues to grow, it may become her downfall.

the time apart from her son, can be her greatest strength in gaining him back and go home where they belong. her mother must be praying countless of times for their return and faith to come back safely but to discover their true path and decide what they believe is right by eywa. ingyen hopes she can do her right by will and guide her son.

next thing you know, as she sung his song cord of his first birth the exhaustion consumed her and her eyes closed to dream of seykxel in front of her with his adorable smile.

...

spider always felt isolated and alone back at home. never interacted much with the other na'vi children his age other than the sully kids as the adults weren't fond of a human child near them. now he was more than ever spending the night in a whole different environment with no escape and in the same place as the avatar with the memories stored inside of the deceased man. the recom secured him a room to himself where he can be alone and not be disturb by any scientist or tests they were putting him through.

there he is. alone. quiet. without his mother.

he tried closing his eyes so the next day comes fast as he thought of a plan to flee, the sooner he is given freedom with the avatars but like always he thought of his mom. his mother's a strong, independent na'vi woman and he knows deep in his heart she's starting searching him even to the ends of time.

the reason he can't sleep or calm his nerves because she wasn't there to sing his song cord or another lullaby. the way she looks and how he misses the way they always joke around before a good night rest so he wants to try humming of what his mom sang. the song of his song cord.

spider starts to hum quietly the first line even with the heart ache hurting in his chest to hear glimpse of her soft voice.

"i bring you to the family. i experience the light. a miracle arrives, a birth that comes from me."

just outside spider's room, miles was about to knock on his door to inform him about their time to head out of base, he heard the kid barely singing a familiar tune with hesitation as if he wants to remember how it went. so he stood there quietly, not even he felt himself holding his breathe for a moment.

"great joy that is in the heart. great joy that is in the heart of the people. you brought me love and me back. a blessing that outshines anything."

miles may not know the meaning of the lyrics but they are for sure something important and sacred for the kid when he hears him sniffling a little.

"we thank you for the nights of life. we thank you. for the days of life. for i am yours and you are mine. o eywa, o eywa." spider chokes back his crying avoiding his eyes to become puffy in the morning. no matter how strong other see him and the capability he has to survive on his own, he will always want his mother.

his mother's cooking. her scowls at him. to hear her voice once again and hug her tightly, never letting go. the only one who gave him life and importance. as he repeated the song again, miles knocks slightly which startled him.

the avatar didn't hear a response just plain silence, "hey kid. we're heading out tomorrow early morning sharp. don't be up so late and be ready by the time i come by for you."

still no response.

he leaves it at that making his way to his room for preparations tomorrow and the guilt begins to eat away his soul.

yes, it was the sake for his mission to take the boy to base for information on jake sully but now that he fixed everything so he'd be away from any gadgets and being poked at..

the silence creeps its way into his thoughts, laying in his bed with the boy missing his mother the most. the na'vi woman with the scar under her left eye. their skin were the same there wasn't much if a difference but he remembers her four fingers, her tough but lean figure, her hair sometimes braided or loose, her body adorned in such wonderful detail of beads, strings, and plants decorating her skin.

the smile she showed him. only him.

with the image trying to be grasped in his thoughts, he too fell into a deep sleep that night.

not short after spider sang more of the lullabies from his childhood, he slept with a tear stained face and the eclipse light shining down on all three of them.

...

it was the forest in the same location.

again.

ingyen woke up in the hut with a small breeze making it's way through the crack of the entrance and the sun shinning. she rose herself off the ground careful that she doesn't hurt herself and her... round belly.

a round belly?

this is the same thing in the dream she dreamt of the other night with the mysterious na'vi man. as steady as she went, her back ached at getting up to do her usual routine of the day when her son came.

spider saw his mom making an effort to stand on her own, as the responsible eldest son, he grabs her by her arm and gently lifts her, using his entire body to help. ingyen grins at his kind heart, "seykxel, i appreciate you helping but i am capable of doing stuff on my own. see. now let me start on planning dinner for all of us."

her son brushes off whatever she had said and retorts, "you know sa'nok, you've taken care of me my whole life and helped me adjust the omatikaya way. in return i've prepared myself for this kind of help you need. now i am taking care of your well being and my sibling."

ingyen's heart swells with happiness and pride at her son's consideration, always thinking about others like hers when she bears a child. spider goes to hug her with his ear placed right at her stomach, to feel his baby brother or sister. he senses the slightest movements they're making,"i feel they're going to be a girl." his mom quirks her head humming in amusement at his assumption, "how so? we don't know if you'll have a baby brother, my dear seykxel." she teases tickling his neck and he chuckles at the funny sensation. it's his weak spot.

spider shrugs, "just a hunch. if it is a baby sister then my instincts are getting stronger mom."

ingyen rolls her eyes playfully and sits on a rock near their hut as spider hands his mother the unfinished blanket in her hands. it was starting to look like a proper blanket, might as well she finishes the final touches since her boy won't budge from his pleas to do some light work.

with watching her surroundings it doesn't seem threatening or a mirage of a reality to fool her into thinking the possibility of losing something. the hut in the forest that gets a gorgeous view of the sky when it gets dark you can count every star to connect a picture and tell stories.

obviously the tools and weapons they have were in perfect shape to be refiled or inspected for a better reshape but it seems their things were also a mix of the customs of sky people.

she is familiar with chairs because there were three of them stacked near their hut. a fire arm with strong threads and beaded patterns on it of both na'vi and humans. just like jake does. there was also sky people clothes tucked deep into a basket so she goes to grab it. spider's attention is on organizing the hut where his mother laid to have it prepared again in case she grew tired again, for him to notice her movement.

she grabs what was a green shirt with a few tiny hole in it in the size for a fully grown man. it might fit seykxel but he'd never lay sight on these types of clothes. then she sees a pair of pants with half of it torn off like cut as if they tried making it comfortable. this is odd. she thought in who would be wearing it.

ingyen didn't think to know what to tell her son and she said, "where is your sempul, seykxel?"

sempul?

her son shouts loud enough, "he is out hunting since early morning, sa'nok! he let me know when i was barely waking." the mother more confused than ever of becoming a mate with someone who is the father of her children now.

who is he?

...

living in the forest is truly a nightmare for miles even if it was a dream he could barely forget about. the insects bothering him when he is trying to focus in providing. the loin clothe he wears is something new and wants it to desperately cooperates with his movements because at this point he's turning back and will grab his pants back.

but he promised.

promised? promised what?

the bow and arrows he has at the ready, he scourges and blends in within eywa's nature to find another animal. he knows it isn't easy with the patience he barely has and every little noise clicking away that causes every twitch his ears makes.

it becomes more of a challenge than a routine for him since he has the memories of a deceased man, uncooperative and not open to learning about eywa's life, it's difficult to learn new things with the old ways of that man.

at this point he did enough on his part to finally head back home where he'll present their meat and fruits for the day. he brushes his slight curly hair that almost reach the end of his earlobes and take his leave, maybe he'll run into more resource to bring back.

as he thought earlier, he spots a hexapede eating. he killed it and thank for it's life given to them like he practiced multiple times from being smacked and flicked on his head for not getting it right. for the lack of learning and respect he had as she angrily taught him.

she was vicious thinking she intentionally wanted to make learning difficult for him so he'd get it through his thick skull so she could get every opportunity to hit him as discipline. her scrunched up nose when she's upset matching her unpleased glare staring deep into his got him amused plenty of times on purpose. just to see her ears flatten back and tail flick at his actions.

miles continues his path that he arrives seeing the mother of spider, going over his old torn up clothes touching the fabric. her face was still a blur to him so he left it at that and places the stuff he gathered on the ground. she felt his presence and her face instantly lights up with joy as she makes her way to him, kind of a waddle from her bump.

this amuses miles with pride and confidence when she is glowing and showing her stomach. she goes to embrace her mate with his arms around her, gently squeezing her and pecks her braided hair. he hums at her affection and says, "did you miss me, beautiful mama?"

she responded with an exaggerated tone, "no, i just happen to like giving hugs to kind strangers bringing me food for me and my children."

miles chuckles and squeezes her shoulders then turned her around, her back touching his bare chest, "is that so? then i hope there weren't men looking for a chance at steal my woman away when she's all prepared to birth our baby that we made?" he dips his head in her neck to give tiny bites on her unmarked blue skin, "because i haven't marked you enough to show who's mine."

she squeals using her hands to shove him from the affection displayed out in the open and when her son is in the hut, a few feet away and seconds to open to see his parents in their moment.

but it was too late. seykxel already seen it all before and hoped to never see them until now.

spider makes a frown expression and gags, "bro, really? i thought you promised to save that for dates nights and when i'm not around. great! now it's imprinted in my brain!" he throws his hands up in a joking matter and grabs the legs of the animal near the hut to start peeling the skin.

ingyen slaps her mate's arm to stop and he pecks her lips quickly for a chance before the kid sees. miles enjoys teasing the boy with his mom and her when she gasps, "can't help myself kid when your mother is irresistible and gorgeous. plus i like the look on your face. it's hilarious."

spider gags again starting to feel like he should go find beads, rocks, or anything at this point to chuck it at his father. ingyen's face keeps getting a darker shade from the compliments from that man's mouth.

with the jokes, teasing and intimate moments made everything seem right for each of them.

even if they didn't know the true meaning behind these dreams they keep getting and when they'll stop because.. it's all they know. know it's from the great mother's will.

once upon a dream.. these three interact many ways as a family would. a family who love and protect each other without knowing how they are so interactive and affectionate on a daily in their dream state.

the mother showing her pregnancy in the forest where her mind wanders into a neverending peace and relaxation. admiring the home built for them from scratch and decorations inside were detailed with patience and time. the thought of bearing a child and her son showing excitement over a new member in the family, swearing he'll be the best older brother they'll ever have.

the father not knowing he ever learned to hunt and search resources to provide for his family, he never met, motivates him to adjust like a true na'vi. going as far as appearing the same as them. it was a nice change of look from what he could imagine when he felt his hair. the way the na'vi woman appeared more gorgeous and breathtaking as the days go on and her dashing smile showing her happiness that he is making it happen for her.

the son. their son completely dedicated and does his very best in helping his mother the most through her time. proving he can be a good older brother once they're born to show them what he learned from their mother. play with them and telling them stories and teaching them tricks to play on their father in the future. become a protector and fighter whenever his sibling will need it and comfort them in their need of cries and helplessness. make each other jewelery for their parents as gifts and hunt together. their adventures are awaiting to be searched and filled with laughter and joy.

a family.

a family where love will bloom if it's followed and they're guided by their choices they believe is right.

then here dreams become a reality one day.

until another once upon a dream...

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morning approaches the forest where ingyen wakes suddenly that her hand goes over her stomach but there was no bump. she steadies her breathe looking around her to see if there weren't any enemies or predators around.

once it was clear for her, she packed her stuff inside her bag and checked her bow and arrows so she could head off for the search of her son.

on her way, she's been thinking about what could truly be waiting for her and seykxel of that very man in her dreams. from it's calm and bonding she noticed between them three can mean someone accepting her son for who he is and sees him how she does and treats him as such by the teasing he's done to him.

the intimacy with three shows their connection with each other and through these moments helps her ease her mind that seykxel might gain what he's been hoping for since he was a child. a father who sees him.

a man who sees her child.

there's no such miracle like that as long seykxel is her son and they go back home with her mother where it's safe.

...

a loud knock suddenly awoke spider to stand on fours for guard but he remembers that he isn't home. he relaxes himself as he rubs his eyes to get used to the bright light, another loud knocks sounded through the room that annoyed him so he covered his ears to prevent it.

miles grew tired by the second of knocking continuously and the throbbing pain again in his head because he told him they were leaving on the dot and they were wasting precious time. "kid, i told you to be up early! hurry your little stripped butt or i'll leave you here to be dealt with by those science pukes!" he shouts through the metal door and spider hisses back at him.

"don't hiss at me, i can hear you clearly through this door, monkey boy! i wouldn't be knocking like a maniac if you listened to what i said!" at this point miles is acting like a damn babysitter than a colonel on how he responds to spider and his actions.

just to be petty, spider destroys anything the room every step he took to the door seeing a fumed, full gear avatar staring down at him with his hands placed on his hips. the boy shoves him to the side and miles does it back to show him authority leading him where they should've been at earlier.

they're really acting like children.

the recom team were prepared and waited for their colonel's orders to head out on the helicopter, ready to take them where they needed to be at.

miles hands spider a oxygen mask and exo-pack for him to attach where he wanted. as soon the doors opened he ordered them to aboard the airship and he holds the kid by his shoulder, ducking to his ear level telling him what he should be doing.

spider quickly got on the airship and saw the armed gun in front of him and thought how cool it looked. he grabs the handles playing with the movements it has when miles sees him handling the gun, "whoa, hold on there hot shot! listen up, there is a tracker built into that mask. we hit ground and you take off, i'll have you back in two minutes and i will give you an old school ass whipping. understood?" he orders spider who kept looking anywhere but him and miles repeated the question.

"yes sir." he mockingly tells him with a roll of his eyes and decides it's best to stay put to avoid being heavily watched, "just wait when my mom finds me, you're all dead meat and she'll send you to eywa."

zdog side eyes him on his comment she didn't understand but bumps her elbow slightly to give him a warning.

...

ingyen's been searching through the forest meanwhile leaving small traps to alert anything that relates to a person's screams and she'll act immediately.

she maintains focus on every trail and scent that's out of ordinary than her regular forest, seeing tracks of combat boots and varies of small parts from bullets they were shooting at. the shack is where they were holding the children hostage and had an altercation between both parties.

her sister's arrows pierced into the dead demons bodies, laid there for the ground of the great mother to embrace. before she parts, she prays for their souls be judged by eywa herself and lead them the path of their passing and choose to embrace when she decides.

they were similar to jake sully as avatars but they had some strange aura around their bodies that seem too real to be a dream walker. to talk and walk through the eye of eywa but act on behalf of the sky demon's which ended their rebirth.

the work of the demon's technology has altered to the point where they mess with the great mother herself to get what they want and obtain something that doesn't belong to them.

some things the humans invent is becoming worrisome for the people that even toruk makto himself sought for uturu somewhere else to keep everyone safe and left the omatikaya from becoming a target for the rda.

ingyen swears to send a message to the rda like they sent their demon soldiers to kidnap and use children for their use of dominance. just like them, she'll be a nightmare to gain what is hers and show them no mercy.

a mother's loves is a mother's rage.

her ears twitch at the odd but similar sound of the blades of the airship getting closer and closer to where she is a few feet from. and began the head ached again.

following the sound, she has her arrow ready to shoot and rushes through the trees ignoring the pain. once it gets louder she climbs a tree to continue by branch to be hidden from sight.

if this is one of the soldiers who've taken her son, she'll have them plead and be the last thing they see.

the airships release their ropes close to the ground for the recoms to slide down and take position on guard until everyone is off. ingyen carefully inspects every movement and action they take to know what she's up against and use it on themselves. there were seven of them when the last one came down with.. seykxel.

she gasps and her heart is pumping with anxiety to come out and grab him as she was desperate to have him in her reach again but she stood her ground and follows her plan. she can't help but tear up at his bruised body and untamed hair. her poor child must've went through something that these demons put him through.

her eyes darken with pupils dilated and nose flaring in anger, she controlled herself before she gets them in a worse situation. once the airship leaves, they were left alone in the forest to fend for themselves.

their colonel gathered everyone for a quick talk.

"listen up. jake sully has gone underground. don't matter wherever he is, we'll find him and his bat shit crazy wife too." he comment on neytiri which bothers ingyen's at his disrespectful mouth not knowing he'd be terrified of her.

ingyen let out a calling that she trained her son to hear when he was young. at a safe distance she sounded off again that caught spider's attention but didn't make it obvious so he makes a wave movement of his hand behind his back. she saw it knowing he is aware of her presence.

miles sense the shift of spider's body language when he is behind him on a huge log but continue with the conversation, "to do so, we go na'vi. full all the way that means we eat na'vi. we ride na'vi. we think na'vi. and that starts with speaking the language."

when miles switch to the na'vi language it made spider chuckle at the pronunciation and lack of effort to be able speak in a fully sentence. that earned him a glare from miles and the rest of the recoms as if he grew two heads.

now this is amusing to the boy to show off his skills, "you call that speaking the language? you sound worse than a three year old." with that was a long silence and he smiled in triumph that they were outsmarted by a teenager.

his mother sent out another call that she's getting closer. the man's ear twitch at the sound which is a lot like how jake sully's wife did last night.

he faced the boy knowing he is making some kind of communication with someone among the forest, "alright smart guy. you just went from being our monkey mascot to official interpreter that means you teach us what it means to be na'vi. since you grew up here, show us the way of the people as they say."

spider's arches his eyebrow scoffing at his order, "you? all of you want to learn to be na'vi? i am sure you won't be able to survive on your own without those gadgets you have because us true na'vi use only our weapons and knowledge. it'll be hell for you."

ingyen prepared her aim towards the man next to her son right at the head as seykxel distracted them to give her time.

miles sighs, "you know i'm this close to beating your ass. didn't you hear me kid, we want to learn and you are our ticket for that. we look na'vi, all we need from you is to teach us how you lived among them. i mean you were raised by one. right?"

the boy answers back when he mentioned it, "so what? here am i. alive and better than ever before you and the rest of the demons came back to haunt everyone again. you will never learn and open yourself to be na'vi."

just as ingyen was ready to let go of her arrow and end the demon's life, a atokirina elegantly makes its way on her arrow as a sign to not do it. she immediately withdraws her weapon and watches it float down where the group were.

with the argument the colonel and kid were having, spider noticed the seed landing on his hand pointing towards the recom as everyone watched it float. then it made its way in front of the man landing on his shoulder. more came out of nowhere making the recoms see it as a threat to their leader and draw their weapons to shot them down.

the kid shouted in desperation over the pure spirits being interpreted wrong, "no! don't shoot! these are harmless!"

all of them landed on every inch of his upper body that miles felt weird in this kind of situation at these critters doing nothing but using him as a tree. seeing them himself were magnificent because in his memories, human quaritch refused learning the wild life and entities living on the planet that his ignorance lacked empathy.

"these are atokirina. woodsprites. seeds from the tree of souls and very pure spirits that give signs and considered bearers of omens to the na'vi. they chosen him.. for a reason." just as spider finished his explanation, the woodsprites floated off of him and into the forest to do another will.

everyone of them there were speechless and confused about the interaction. ingyen couldn't believe what she just witnessed. is this what the great mother had planned for her and her son?

she changes plans to spare the demon and acted fast on her next move.

miles is about to ask why those weird things did what they did when someone landed behind him, catching him off guard to hit him in his face, and climb behind his back. holding him by the base of his braid, tugging to draw out a grunt of pain and a knife rest on his neck.

"ma sa'nok! ftang lehrrap, eywa pe'un fìpo tutan!" her son jumps in defense of miles. mom! stop it's dangerous. eywa has chosen this man.

ingyen hisses at the demons pointing their guns at her holding their colonel hostage. miles felt like a fool for letting himself get distracted and tries to assert his strength onto her but her grip was too strong and her legs wrapped around his waist tightens.

this could be jake sully's friend by the size and spider addressing her as mother.

it was fight between everyone that a furious na'vi woman caught them off guard getting him in a sticky situation.

miles tries to speak from the blade touching his blue skin, "let's not be rash about this-"

ingyen hisses interrupting him pushing the knife closer and spoke next to his ear filled with hate, "tìfnu vrrtep! aynga 'aku ta letsranten oe kop fitseng fwew tsatu!" silence demon! you all taken someone important to me and i'm here for him.

he felt a chill run down his spine terrified of saying the wrong thing so he looks at the kid for help in translating, "spider. this woman understands what we are saying. tell me, what does she want? if not, something will happen here?"

one of the recoms, lyle, quickly grabs the kid in a head lock and directs his aim at him. this caused both, mother's and former father's, ears to perk of the danger spider is in and ingyen let's out a cry thinking she should've shoved her son behind her away from those filthy demons.

"lonu ma'itan! fu oe tspang nga!"" release my son! she shouted on top of her lungs shaking miles wanting for her child to be safe.

"my mother says you've taken someone important to her, she's here for me. i'm her son." he struggles to say so miles comes to a conclusion for all of them, "alright mama, we are not going to hurt your kid. if you just let me go and i'll guarantee he won't be harmed by anyone. let's settle a deal."

she searches a spect of movement from the demon holding her child to hurting him and continues to press her blade on his neck. "demon. i want my son back! you taken him from me thinking you were going to kill him. you are lucky he only has bruises or i would slice your neck!" the na'vi woman states holding her ground. "just give me my son."

"you can have him back but you're gonna have to ride with us, sweetheart because the kid has a tracker on that mask which will lead us where jake sully is. either you stay with us and let me go or you ain't getting spider back." miles coughs out holding her arm to breathe.

ingyen calms down detecting any lies on his face, "you lie and you're dead, demon." with that she releases miles and lyle backs off the kid who ran towards his mother.

the na'vi mother cries out with her arms open wide for him to crash into her body. she hugs her seykxel tight, afraid that he'll slip through her fingers and disappear, she kisses his head thanking mother eywa in protecting her son.

spider finally knows it's really her in the flesh. her warm body and motherly nature filling his needs, it didn't matter if they haven't seen each other a whole day, it'll feel like years being apart.

the recoms check on the colonel regaining his oxygen back and brushes off his soldiers that he was alright, they watch the reunion between mother and son.

miles can see the woman now. her head laying on top of spider's head, he searches for the scar under her left eye to prove what he saw in the lab wasn't just his imagination of his dreams.. and there it was.

how is it the possibility that the woman of his dreams is the mother of his son? the possibility meeting in this kind of situation?

son? you've forgotten your mission or you've gone soft?

he shakes his head and coughs to get their attention. ingyen holds her son close thinking they'll take him away but miles holds his hands up showing her no harm, "relax mama. nobody ain't laying a single touch on your kid. i'm just going to make myself clear. you and monkey boy are going to teach us to be na'vi because that's the only way you are safe from the rda and us. anything that makes me think you're running, we'll catch up and prepare yourselves for the worst. we got a deal, sweetheart?" he brings out his hand to shake on it with her.

ingyen eyes his hands but stubbornly decides to agree with him. the name made her heart flutter a little which she beats herself up in her thoughts on why she felt putty about it.

miles gets close to them slowly, "what's your name?" she ignores him with a huff turning her back. that earned her a low chuckle, entertained at her grouchy behavior, "well if you're not planning on telling me, might as well call you sweetheart. sweet cheeks? princess?"

she tried. she really tried her best to not give him what he wanted and her tail gave it away with a flick at each name so she hisses, bearing her teeth, "don't call me that!"

"that's what i'm calling you from now on since you are a difficult one to answer a simple question. come one sweetheart. we're eating and setting up camp for a new day tomorrow of teaching us to be na'vi." miles goes to jokingly play with her of petting her hair and she didn't take it lightly as she tries to bite his hand.

he grins at her action waiting for her and spider to follow him. spider didn't want to let go so ingyen carries him in her arms and walks in front the demon and behind his group.

...

after everyone settled down where camp is going to be made, the recoms took out their food supply that was filled with human resources that filled ingyen's nose in disgust.

miles tried handing some to spider but the mother slaps it out of his hand, he stood there unfazed she didn't want her kid eating what is strange to her, "what is it now, princess? your kid gotta eat something." she shakes her head going for her bow and arrows and says, "that isn't good for him, seykxel needs what we call food helps him grow strong and healthy. i hunt food for him."

the colonel immediately grabs hold of her hand as she flinches at his sudden grip that sends some sort of energy through her body. it's happening to him as well.

miles rubs his temples with his free hand, "i'm sorry sweet thing but one of us has to go with you and the kid stays with the rest of the group."

ingyen scoffs with the roll of her eyes and points shouting at him, "fine! you come with me" the recoms started to whistle and celebrate at the na'vi woman choosing the very man she tried to kill. they think he fancies her now with the charms he has.

the colonel shrugs agreeing with the na'vi lady before she gets more upset at limiting their freedom. he follows but seen how she moves diligently through the plants and trees that is difficult for him with the boots he has.

there was the awkward silence so he decided to start a conversation, "so princess, what do you hunt that's good for the kid? isn't most meat and other stuff toxic for him to digest?" each step he takes gets him to loose his balance and she has to grab him steady.

ingyen feels she's taking care of a child more than her son who needs the food, "i hunt, you quiet. need to concentrate better. you are better in silence than a yapping baby or you scare away prey." as she insults him the rest in her mumbling and for miles, he grins at her small antics.

he nods at her statement with a wider smile and winks at her, "okay sweet heart. i watch and you hunt. I'll ask questions later." she huffs at his behavior so she ignores him and starts to navigate her surroundings checking for an animal nearby.

miles watches her in her area of the forest how she acts and is steady with her movements. she'll be a heck of a teacher for them to even get the slightest thing right.

he watches her come to a stop and aims her weapon somewhere in her line of sight for a second and shoots. a thump heard a few feet away, she takes action with the very dagger that was on his neck a few moments ago, she kneeled next to it saying something he barely catch and ended the life of an animal in a fast death. he was surprised at her quick movements, "you're amazing princess, a natural."

ingyen chose he should know her name so he'd quit with the names, "ingyen."

'huh?"

"my name is ingyen." she repeats

"oh that's a pretty name." he compliments and she turns her head when she started to feel embarrassed not used to being called that by a demon.

as she went to carry the animal and head back, miles offered in doing so, "hold it princess, i'll do the honors." and so he carried it over his shoulder not catching the glare she sent his way after telling him her name yet decides to call her another stupid name.

"i am ingyen. i told you my name." she rebutted

to make matters worse, miles poked his teasing further again, "i know.. i just love calling you other names, sweet mama." with that he booked it back to camp when he caught her look as the mother chased after the demon to hit him on the head with her bow.

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