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[hunted-moth]

Forest Of Dreams PT4: New Kid In Town

Wordcount // 5k

Summary // Y/n experiences a new food and makes her first friend kinda. And she and Jake have a. Y/n learns some new things from her teacher as well

Warning // Medical stuff, Jake and Y/n do some bonding, tsu’tey, and Y/n bicker, y/n interacts with some kids

A/N // I felt like a genius when I thought of the title not gonna lie lmao ans sorry this took so long i was writing this and pt 5 at the same time plus i had other stuff going on lol

Speaking Na’vi

‘Thoughts’

*whispering*

*mini time skip, like a small location change

[LOCATION- TSAHIKS TENT]

The Tsahik's tent was rather sizable, with multiple mats laid on the floor, which had a few na’vi in them. They looked at you like you were a ghost, they heard the commotion earlier but couldn't see what it was, so to see a dream walker again was like seeing Eywa.

The mother was in the center grinding what you assumed were herbs used for healing. The girl walked in front of you to go and talk to her mother. You followed her, staying a bit back to continue looking around.

“Mama, I brought the dream walker for some treatment, she was injured” The mother looked up at you. One of your legs had a bite on it, the blood was dry now, but you could still feel the stinging and ache in your leg.

“Come, Y/n suli, I will fix you up” You walked to her hesitantly, still quite scared of her. “Hurry up or ill just let you bleed” With that you rushed and sat in front of her, your back as straight as a board, she seemed to find that funny as she shook her head with a smile.

“Neytiri, grab some things for her wounds” she gestured somewhere while she took your calf and inspected the damage “How did you get this?” she looked up at you with a raised eyebrow, well would if she had any.

“oh umm, I walking in the forest when a pack of Viper wolves found me” she looked at you with a confused face “You fought off a pack of Nantang alone?” she looked at you with a look of bewilderment

“Well no, your daughter helped, she killed the one that jumped on me, knocking me to the ground, and another one came and latched itself onto my leg” You looked away embarrassed

“hmm, well not many can say they met a hungry pack of Nantang and live, be lucky she was there” The girl came back with a bowl, some leaves, and some seeds “Thank you my sweet daughter” the girl's cheeks darkened at her mother's affection in public and handed the items to her and plopped down next to you and rested her head on her knee

She began to grind the materials and when it was a creamy texture she took your leg again and slathered it on your wound, it stung like a bitch and you almost pulled your leg back till she swatted your leg telling you to “stay still”.

“daughter, you will deal with the rest, I'm going to get ready for dinner,” she got up and dusted herself off, the girl scoffed and tried to argue back “Why do I have to finish it, why not the other healers?”

The mother sent a harsh stare toward her daughter, the girl bent her ears and sat in front of you, and mumbled a quick “sorry” in na’vi. She took the remaining cream stuff and put them on your other cuts, putting a bandage on a big one across your back

You just sat in silence, you would wince when she put pressure on an area that hurt, she rolled her eyes and continued. “Umm thanks, a lot I really appreciate it” You smiled at her, she rolled her eyes again and she got up and offered her hand.

You took her hand, standing to your full height you looked down to see you were a little taller than her, and her eyes reached your chin while you could see the top of her head. You only realized you were still holding her hand when she yanked out and walked out, you followed her a little embarrassed

[LOCATION- COMMUNAL MEAL GATHERING]

The girl lead you up the spiral walkway to where the people were eating. As you two emerged you could hear the people talking, bantering, and signing, but when they saw you, they all went silent, just staring at you

“He-Hey, how yall doing” You gave a quick awkward wave, but you were only met with silence and more staring “Please please stay seated” You tried to bring the mood back as the girl lead you to a place to sit, waking a few people with your tail, even stepping on someones

When you got to the girl, she pushed you down and went to get something.

You looked around to see a little girl, she looked at you with curiosity, and you waved at her showing her your five fingers. She giggled at them and went to wave back but her parent stopped her, she frowned which made you laugh.

You looked back to see that the girl came back with something wrapped in leaves, she sat down next to you and gave one to you. “Thank you, miss, hey dont think I caught your name” You looked at her waiting for a reply, “Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite”

You looked at her confused, she said too fast “Umm can you repeat that, slower” “Neytiri” she looked to you “nahtiri?” you looked back seeing if you got it right “Ney-Ti-Ri” she repeated a lot slower this time “Neytiri” she nodded “huh, *pretty*, well it's nice to meet you, Neytiri” you smiled down at her.

You took a bite of the food she gave you earlier, your eyes widened at the taste, it was sweet and salty at the same time. The mushy part tasted like a creme puff, while the crunchy part tasted like a crispy fry

While you were eating your eyes would wander to Neytiri’s parents and the guy from earlier. Every time you looked you'd catch them staring “Uhh seems likes your folks like me” you mentioned to Neytiri, you both looked over to see them continue their gaze, this time talking

“She seems clueless” her father whispered to his mate “Hmm, and her eyes are too small” the mother finished, and they both chuckled between themselves “Though it seems she good with children” her mother continued “Perhaps its cause she has the mind of one” her father made his mate laugh out loud, her smacking him lightly

You looked back to your meal, taking another one of these delicious things

“Mmm, these are good,” You took another one, putting it in your mouth and already grabbing another one “What are they?” she grinned “Teylu,” she told you “Teylu huh, pretty good”

“Umm you call them, beetle, larvae” She grinned at you to see your reaction.

You were about to put another one in your mouth, trying to rester that fact you were eating a bug, but you gotta admit, it was a damn good bug

“Hmm Well, some damn good Teylu, how momma used to make em Teylu” you joked and popped the bug in your mouth with a grin, she smiled “more Teylu” and gave you some more, which you excepted with a grin.

Time passed without either of you talking, and you just sat there eating.

Neytiri already fished her meal since she gave you half of hers to you. You sat eating, when you noticed the little girl again, she peeked out from behind her father. You smiled at her again, to which she waved, like she wanted to before.

You made funny faces at her which made her quietly laugh. You saw her eyeing your food, so you gave her some of your Teylu as Neytiri had done for you, she gasped and took it with a big grin on her face, you smirked at this a turned back,

You saw Neytiri looking at you “Sorry”, thinking she was gonna scold you, but she turned forward without saying anything

You finished your food when you felt a tug on your tail, you were met with the girl behind you. She held her hand out to give her last teylu to you, you smiled and took it from her “Thanks kid” You ruffle her hair and ate it.

Neytiri stood up and told you to follow her, so you did. She started to walk away from the rest of the people, and when you looked around you noticed that they're were fewer people now.

“Come, we go to sleep now” she called for you “Oh finally, I'm exhausted” You followed her up the spiral

[LOCATION- OMATIKAYA SLEEPING AREA]

After the walk, she stops in front of two branches and jumps, grabbing the smaller one and lowering herself on a hammock thing. After seeing this you copy her and walk to the one next to her.

But you gathered the courage and jumped, you grabbed the smaller branch, and lowered yourself into the hammock bed. It rocked a bit, but you stabilized yourself enough to get on your side, you did the ‘paint me like your French girls’ pose from a super old movie you saw once

You looked to Neytiri hoping she found it at least a little amusing, but she just rolled over and closed her hammock turning in for the night. You copied her movements and found it closing in on itself, like a cocoon.

You lay there for a second, just listing to all the noise around you. How the children plead with their families, probably saying they're not tired like you used to do as a kid. Your ears even picked up some people snoring in the distance.

But you felt your eyes get heavier by the second till your eyes finally closed for the night. You saw white and kept hearing something

[LOCATION- LINK POD BAY]

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/n, come kid, wake up” Once your vision cleared you could see Grace wave a flashlight in your eyes, you saw Norm and Max looking at your vitals “Common kid, that's it, Jake, your sister is up” you heard jake head your way and saw a head poke into your field of vision

It was Jake's big head, you smiled at him, and he looked relieved that you were ok. “Thank Christ you're ok!” they sat you up as he held your hand “Man you were stubborn, weren't you missy” As you finally sat up you could feel how much sweat was on your body

“Is the avatar safe?” Grace asked, you smirked and shook your head “Oh yeah, and ain’t gonna believe where its at” You looked at her with big eyes “Well where is it?” she asked, “oh ya know, just sleeping with the, oh I dont know-” “just spit it out already” she shook you a little “it's with the Omitikaya peoples, sleeping sound and safe”

Grace's eyes were as big as Polyphemus, and her mouth was slacked jawed “And you're not gonna believe the next part, they're gonna teach me the ways of the people” graces mouth was like a fish, opening looking for oxygen “Ho-how did you do it?” her grip was tighter

“Well I came across this girl and she took me to her clan and the tsahik I think, she said I would learn the ways of the people, well after I told her I was a former warrior which seemed to catch the eyes of this one guy” you rambled on with out catching your breath

“Ok ok kid, why dont you go eat some food, we’ll talk more about it later” she offered, you nodded your head and went to stand, but your knees gave out on you and Norm caught you

Norm put your arm around his shoulder and supported you, he and Jake walked you to your room while Max and Grace went to get your second dinner, so you could rest in your room. By the time you got there, you were able to support yourself.

When you got to your room you took a shower while Jake stayed by your bed.

While in the shower you just thought about your life. You had an eventful life sure, your parents died when you were yougne resulting in tom taking care of you, and hell, you graduate high school in your junior year because a college wanted you, and when you were about to graduate college the RDA wanted to employ you as a geologist, and now you had to learn the ways of the native population.

It all happened so fast for you, you are barely in your 20s and this shit happens. All you wanted to do was look at your rocks and live a peaceful life

*

When you finished your shower you stepped out to see food on your bed and Jake waiting for you. You walked over and sat on the bed ready to eat. Jake just sat there looking at you like you'd disappear if he looked away

“I can feel you staring a hole through my head” The food you eat was bland and tasteless compared to the Teylu you ate about an hour ago “Sorry, I'm just- god” Jake sighed and threw his head in his hands

“Hey it's ok, I'm here, safe and sound, what, you think that dumb animal could kill the mighty Y/n Sully!” you flexed your muscles at that, which made Jake laugh “I'm sorry, but how did you get away, tell me everything” he laid his hand on yours.

You sighed and began to tell him everything that happened to you, how you manage to distract the Thanator, how you got caught up with the wolf pack, met Neytiri and her parents, right now yo were recounted the embarrassing attempt at the handshake with her old man

“Did you really try that? You dumbass” he got on your ass “What, I freaked out dude” you reasoned with him

“Ain’t that what you did when you and Tess chick? Ya got caught by her dad and he damn near kicked your ass?” he asked, the memory was burned into your skull

“oh god yes! But remember when you brought that Clara girl over and mom damn near jumped out of her skin!” you laughed like a hyena, Jake didn't find it funny though

You two continued laughing and talking about old memories till you looked to see it was around midnight. You sent him off so you could sleep.

You fell asleep faster than you did in your avatar body, as you were sleeping all you could see was that Neytiri girl

[LOCATION- MESS HALL 5:30]

“This is Eytukan, he’s the leader,” she told you at the table, trying to educate you on the important people “Lytukan” you repeated hesitantly knowing it was wrong, “No, EY-tu-kan” you repeated it back to her again correctly

“Ok this is Mo’at, she’s the Tsahik, she’s like a shaman and interprets the will of Eywa”, “Mo’at, the scary vampire lady” You made sure to remember her correctly, less she does something to you for not remembering

“Oh she's not scary, she just a bit harsh” grace tride to defend her “She stabs my shoulder and licked my blood” you retorted with a scared tone in your voice grabbing the shoulder

“Ok ok, and this is Tsu’tey, he’s the next clan leader, as of now he trains the new hunters” Ahh you remember him, he seemed to not like you at all “Yeah the dick who tripped me up” You shoved a spoon full of food in your mouth “well your gonna have to play nice with him, now repeat his name” you sighed “tsa’tey- ow” she smacked your head “fine tsu’tey”

She showed you the final photo “and this is-” You cut her off “Neytiri” You looked to her “Yeah, she’s the next tsahik, she and Tsu’tey are to be mated” “Oh bummer…for her cause you know hes asshole” Jake laughed

“Looks like someone jealous-” “oh gross Jake, be mature about this” Norm cut him off. As Jake and Norm were about to bicker someone came to your table, a guy who seemed to shrink under Grace's gaze

“Umm is there a Y/n Sully? Mister Selfridge wants a word with her” You looked at him “Yeah that’d be me” You got up, same as Grace “Oh um Dr. Augustine he made it very clear he doesn't want you there”

“Well that's too damn bad-” interrupting her you said “it's fine Grace, I got this” As the guy walked away you gave them all thumbs up and turn to follow him

* Control center

“Umm mister Selfridge, I have Miss sully with me” he presented you, everyone was wearing their military uniforms while you wore a punny geology shirt and men's athletics shorts, you could feel Selfridges judging it “Ahh, the woman of the hour, come with me,” and he walked to his office

His office was decorated in what you assumed were Na’vi artifacts, all in display cases, he even had a bow in the center. He went behind his desk and sat down and grab something off his desk

“So, geologist huh, so that must mean you know what this is” he help up a mineral you knew quite we’ll, you nodded “This here is Unobtanium, and you know it cost millions per kilo back on earth, right”

he looked to you “umm yeah, it's the whole reason were here-” he cut you off “BINGO, this stuff funds everything here, our military and you research” he placed it down on a gravity thing

You looked at him, you knew this information already so why is he repeating it “But we're kinda hitting road bumps, you see we're running out of UBH-310 in our current mine, and we need a new place to mine it. And good news we found a huge vein of it”

“Oh that's good I guess” you didn't know how to react “But OH NO another bump in the road, its under the local native population's home so we need them out” Your eyes widened a bit as he finished

“And I heard through the grapevine that you were accepted as one of them” He leaned on his desk “so Heres is what I want you to do, ok” he paused to effect tyring to gather his thoughts

“I want you to try and get the people out of there to not cause any war and stuff, ya know be peaceful” you werent buying his “no war” bullshit he just didnt want to cuase a scandal

You didnt know what to say though “ill even throw in something worth your while, I know you were rather poor back on earth getting by on scholarship money and student loans, so if you accept my offer ill get that taken care of and even give a little extra”

You thought about it, yeah you needed to pay those off, and having a shit ton of money would be amazing, then a thought came to your mind, you could pay for jakes surgery, he could get his legs back, be his old self

“Alright, ill gamble, how much time do I get?” he seemed to think in his head “You got 5 months Sully, make every moment count” You went to walk out “Oh and dont say anything to Grace” you nodded and left to pod bay

[LOCATION- LINK POD BAY]

“So what did Selfridge want with you?” Grace asked you as she got you ready “Hmm oh he wanted to know what the hell happened to me” Grace looked annoyed “And he didn't come to me huh” she side-eyed you as she punched in some commands

“Nah, he looked scared shitless when i asked ‘Why couldn't she tell you” you both laughed as she closed the metal cage “alright now let's get serious, dont do anything your brother would do, alright” you smirked “Aww man that's gonna be hard” the lid shut and you closed your eyes

[LOCATION- HOME TREE]

You opened your eyes to see that Neytiri was already gone ‘Well that sucks’ you thought. You got up and made your way down the spiral to the base, as you made your way you saw Mo’at talking to her mate Eytukan, she noticed you and you kept walking faster in fear

When you got down you saw that everyone was already doing their village chores. You walked past a group of kids, you recognized the girl from last night in the group. As you passed a group of children, you could hear giggling follow you

You pretend like you couldn't hear them as you observed everyone else. They kept following you getting louder, you assumed more children decided to follow you too.

You felt a tiny hand grab your tail, and in retaliation, you softly flicked them in the face with your tail. They laughed louder clearly amused by it. The girl would walk in front of you making funny faces and you smiled every time, she liked that you found it funny

Some other kids yanked on your pinky and when you looked over, they were gone then you feel someone pull the other pinky. Their giggling and laughter got louder the more you interacted with them

When you got to the edge of the village you turned around and roared at them making a funny face by pulling your eyelids down and towering your body. They screamed in surprise then quickly laughed getting over their shock

Some copied your pose, and you would playfully growl at them, and growl at you in return. Some adult na’vi looked on seeing you play with them, they had a look of utter confusion, seeing the dream walker playing with the children

You stopped your playing, hearing something coming from behind you. You looked to see Neytiri with a dire horse, she lead the one she had over to you.

“Howdy,” you said in a fake southern drawl while tippy a nonexistent hat to her, the kids behind you laughed at the interaction while Neytiri raised a nonexistent eyebrow at you. One of the children pulled on your arm again breaking you concentration

“Come, I will teach you to ride one” She took the lead again and walked away, prompting you to leave, the kids whined when you left, “dont worry ill play with you guys later” They cheered in excitement and ran away wishing you good luck

On the way, Neytiri made a comment “You are good with children” She looked at you “Hmm, oh yeah, tons of my friends had younger siblings, so I would play with them sometimes” you told her rather excitedly “I'm actually the youngest of two brothers, we always played games like hide n seek, tag, I spy-” You quickly noticed you were rambling

“ahh sorry I ramble sometimes-” “no need to apologize” she looked at you briefly “so what other games did you three play?” you smiled and listed some other ones

*

Neytiri had taken you to a watering hole of sorts with other dire horses around, you saw one feeding it was kinda cool how it feed on nectar like butterflies.

The dire horse was acting up, kicking its feet in the dirt and making noise

“Easy boy” patting the horse's side “Peli is female” she corrected you” “Easy girl, sorry” you apologized to the horse, you could feel peli hit you with her queue, “Good, good” you hear neytiri mutter under breath to the animal

You geared up to Mount Peli “Easy girl, just stay still for me kay” You leaped onto her, which was rather difficult, Tsu’tey made it look so easy last night. But after your attempts to get on, you made it

you adjust your position trying to get more comfortable, Peli made noises to which Neytiri just calmed her down with some commands. You took hold of the queue, and looked at it. you could see white tendrils coming out of it, like your queue

“This is a Pa’li, a mighty animal we use to ride on the forest floor. Many clans use these animals, like the Olangi Clan of the plains” When Neytiri finished her little lecture you took your queue and connected both yours and Pelis queue

You took a minute to process it all, your eyes dilating as Peil jump from the connection, your breathing was out of sync, your heart rate spiked from it as you were trying to regain it all.

“This is Tsaheylu, the bond, feel her, feel her heartbeat, her breath, and feel her mighty legs” You could feel every she was feeling as if you were her, you could feel an invisible weight on your back, and as your breath evened out you relized it was in sync with Peil’s

“You can tell her what to do, lead her anywhere you want, tell her, in here” She pointed to her forehead “but for now tell her to go forward” You readjusted your seating on Peil, and leaned forward to get better stability

“Alright, Peil forward” you commanded was strong and clear but loud, and it startled her and she speed off, and bucked you off sending you to the ground. you landed face first in the mud. You could hear Neytiri laughing at you

You started to get up “Yoau jast lobe ma pien, doant you?” you had mud in your mouth that you spat out, she ran past you to retrieve Peli. As you were getting up you could hear more Pa’il riding over, looking up you see none other than Tsu’tey and his underling

Shaking your head you stood up he stopped in front of you “You should go away” you shook your head “Nah, you'd miss my pretty face” Tsu’tey scowled at you while you gave him a cheeking grin “knew you could speak English, You were just shy huh” he laughed at you as you picked mud out off your tongue.

Neytiri walked over with Peil, you glared at peil for a second before rubbing her head

“Look at her, a rock can see more” His underling laughed with him, while Neytiri smiled before sending him away. She looked at you “again” You looked to Peil as she huffed “alright Miss Neytiri” you joked hoping onto Peil

You made Tsaheylu once more, this time you had a game plan “ok Peil, work with me here,” you tried to make your voice “go forward slowly, to that log over there” You gave her directions slowly and clearly while using the softer voice

And she did just that, she walked slowly to a log, not that far head, and stopped awaiting your next command. You looked to Neytiri for her praise, and she walked forward “You did well on your second try, if you keep working on it you will be a good rider” She looked too you

“Oh better than Tsu'tey?” looking down at her, she only shook her head and smacked Peil’s hind, sending her running, knocking you off again, this time in the water,

you rolled over onto you elbows “you definitely like my pain” You squinted your eyes at her and splashed some water at her with a mischievous smirk on you lips

She froze from the shock and kick some water at you, “you deserved that” You wiped your hair out of your eyes to see that Neytiri was staring down at you with a small amused smlie

“Get up, we need to continue the lesson” you started to get up “Yes ma’am” When you were off the ground you looked to see her already walking away ‘Man she really doesn't wait’ you thought to yourself, noting how she just goes expecting you to follow her like a lost puppy

“Go retrieve Peil” she pointed in the pa’lis direction, you got up and jogged over to her. On the way you could hear Neytiri talk to herself, though you couldn't hear her but it made you wonder what she was talking about.

*

An hour went by with you practicing how to ride peil, Neytiri showed off her riding skills which only encouraged you more

You saw a small group of kids walk your way, and you noticed the girl from earlier leading the charge “YOU, DREAM WALKER” she pointed to you “Yeah kid?” you tried to calm peil, as the extra commotion seemed to nerve her “you said you'd play with us, we want to play!”

“I'm sorry kid but I'm still doing my training” it took her a minute to process your response, and when she understood she turned around and whispered it back to her friends translating it, “She said shes still training, what do we do now” one girl piped up “what if we joined her? Tsu’tey still wants us to practice our riding” another boy entered his two cents “yeah! Let's show this dream walker what we know!”

You looked on with suspicion, Neytiri was in earshot of them and had a slight smile on her face, knowing what they were saying. Their ring leader turned away and faced you, you raised an eyebrow at her “Dream walker! We will train with you!” you scoffed at this “You want to train with me”

They all nodded after she did, the kids only understood a little of what you were saying but the leader could so she helped them “alright, go get you a Pa’il then” She turned and told them just that and they broke like a pack of rats to find on

Once they returned, they showed you some of their tricks. Some even raced and helped you the best they could with little English

“When run, stay calm,” one boy told you “Keep your mind empty” You took his advice and told Peil to trot over to Neytiri “Good dream walker, go fast” You decided to try, dad idea as you fell once more. All the children laughed at you

“You need to be steady dream walker, hold on to her shoulders when you run” the girl trotted over, while all this was happening neytiri grabbed her own pail to show you how to balance yourself properly

“You should hold her as this” Neytiri leaned forward, and put her hand on the base of the pa’ils neck in the front “lay on her body like a blanket” You took their advice and tide to replicate it

“Ok peil, let's try this again” You made the final adjustments to your posture “Move forward, and pick up speed slowly” Peil listened to your commands, her walk turned into a trot until she started into a run. You guess what you didnt fall off

You looked to Neytiri, all the kids cheered at you accomplishment. You rode over to neytiri smiling like a kid on christmas, you looked proud to as her first lession went well

Eventually, you all headed towards the home tree again. You ate dinner with out a disturbance and rather quickly headed off to bed. Seeing that white light once more.

Next // PT 5 New Firends

Previous // PT 3 Deja Vu

// Masterlist //

A/N // I felt like this one was a little short but oh well. Also, UBH-310 is unobtanium, I just didn't want to type all that in case someone was wondering. Also, I might make the kids a more important part of the story like the girl i keep mentioning might name her or something so I dont have to keep typing ‘the girl’ lol.

Oh also if you want to be added to a tag list let me know * thumbs up emoji* I can totally make that happen

[tonowarii]

Doing It All For Love

Pairing: Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan x Fem! Dreamwalker! Reader

Summary: Quaritch was about to hit Hometree. (Y/N), Grace, Norm, Jake, and Trudy make a daring escape to save all that you can, however, it came with a price.

Word count: 3.6k

Warning/s: angst, betrayal(?), mentions of blood, hurt/comfort

Note: All for Us suddenly played while I was making this and ?? I thought it kinda fit so... have this.. I think this was a request I can vividly remember back on my main.. Enjoy! Likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are most welcome and appreciated! Let me know your thoughts!

italics - na'vi being spoken

GIF is mine!

“Quaritch is rolling the gunships, he’s going to hit Hometree.”

Trudy spoke out of breath due to running, holding her helmet.

You moved, standing up. “He can’t-“ What the hell?

“My God.” Grace says, before she sprints towards the control room, followed by you, Jake, and Norm.

“Dr. Augustine, you cannot be up here!” A guard says to her. You shoved him out of the way in frustration. “Back off.” You said, you weren’t about to let them destroy Hometree.

“Parker. Wait, stop. These are people you’re about to...” Grace said before the guard yanked at her again which made you angry, pushing him away from her. “I said back off.”

“No, no. They’re fly-bitten savages that live in a tree!” Parker says, pointing at Grace. “All right? Look around! I don’t know about you, but I see a lot of trees. They can move!”

“There are families in there. There are children in there. Babies. Are you gonna kill children?” You questioned. You were fuming as you stared Parker down.

“You don’t want that kind of blood on your hands. Believe me.” Jake said. “Just… let me try to talk them out. “They trust me.”

Parker looks at the three of you before he gives in.

“Calibrate fast. We’re going in, right now.” Grace commanded as the three of you along with Jake rushed towards the link units.

“Calibrating three, four, and five.” One said as you approached the link unit as it opened.

“Run sequence.”

“Initiating. Thirty seconds.”

You hopped on your link unit, placing the frame onto your body.

The last thing you see was Selfridge going to Jake, saying something to him as the unit closed.

You were panicking.

Closing your eyes, you opened them to find yourself back at Hometree. You blinked back a few times before standing abruptly, looking around for Grace and Jake. Once you’ve spotted them standing up. You rushed over to them. “Let’s go.” Jake said.

“Ma senpu, ma sa’nok!” Neytiri calls, gathering the attention of the olo’eyktan and the tsahik.

“Eyktukan, I have something to say.” Jake spoke, looking at them while you and Grace stood back. “Listen to him.” You said, your eyes meeting Tsu’tey’s.

“Speak, Jakesully.” Eytukan granted him the permission. “A great evil is upon us… The Sky People are coming to destroy Hometree.”

The people reacted, huffing out. You looked around, face contorting in worry.

“Look, tell them they’re going to be here soon.” Jake said to Neytiri as she translates the message. “You have to leave. Or you’re going to die.” Jake continued. “Are you certain of this?” Mo’at asked.

You looked at Jake, then back at Tsu’tey. “Look. They sent me here to learn your ways. So one day I could bring this message and that you would believe it.”

You watched as Neytiri turns to face Jake towards her, her hands feeling like they were being burned from touching Jake as they extend and retract on his chest. “What are you saying, Jake? You knew this would happen?”

“Yes.”

“Look, at first, it was just orders, and then everything changed.” Jake talked to Neytiri. “Okay? I fell in love. I fell in love with the forest and with the Omaticaya people. And with you.”

You frowned as you saw Neytiri’s tears fall. Then her ears fell. “I trusted you…” Her voice cracked. “With you..” Jake convinced. “I trusted you!”

“Trust me now, please-“

Neytiri screamed at Jake, looking at you and Grace before she returns her gaze to Jake, shoving him away from him. “You will never be one of The People!”

You heart ached. “We tried to stop them-“ You tried to explain but Neytiri held her palm up, turning her head away and going behind her mother. You looked at Tsu’tey.

He was angry, he was distraught. How could you do this to him? After everything… after he had taught you their ways, fell in love with you, and... even chose you in front of Eywa. His eyes that once looked at you with fondness now glared at you with hate, resentment. He hadn’t uttered a single word to you.

“Bind them.” Eytukan commanded as he was quick on his feet, not sparing you a glance as he held Jake down.

You now felt yourself being tugged, you swallowed, looking up at them. “You have to go. They’re coming.” You begged.

“You have to leave now!” Grace says. You were pushed down to your knees as your hands were bound. All you could do was frown as they had decided to fight.

The three of you were bound to a post in a line. The people were gathered around you, waiting. Then you heard it, the choppers.

“Go! Please!” You spoke. “Run to the forest!” Jake shouted. “They will destroy this place!”

“Neytiri, you must go now.” Grace said, but it was ignored. Then they were in front of you. “Have no fear!” Tsu’tey shouted. “Tsu’tey, please!” You said, fighting against your restraints. He ignores you. “Take the Ikran, attack from above.” Eytukan commanded Tsu’tey as he followed, running towards Hometree but he paused for a moment as he looked at you.

There it was still, resentment. However, his eyes also held sorrow. “Tsu’tey…” You called but he shakes his head, yelping at his teammates as they went and climbed inside Hometree.  Your eyes then caught sight of the gas cans being launched at you, smoke clouding your vision as you heard the people coughing, trying to get out.

Eytukan had then commanded to open fire, their arrows doing little to no damage on the RDA aircrafts. Then your eyes widened as they switched to the rockets, hitting Hometree square on the ground. “No!” Jake screamed as the missiles kept firing and firing. Then a chill ran down your spine.

Tsu’tey was still in there.

“Stop!” You screamed. Your heart pounding as tears rolled down your face. “Get everyone to the forest!” Eytukan signaled, leaving the three of you still bound.

“Neytiri!” Jake called to her, but she just gave a blank stare as she walked away.

“We gotta move, he’s gonna blow the columns!” Jake said to the two of you. You breathed in deeply, tears clouding your vision as you tried to break free from your restraints. “I- I can’t.” You spoke out. “You can, come on now, (Y/N)!” Jake says, struggling to break free from his own.

Then you see Mo’at approaching as you blinked, carrying her knife as she approached the three of you, her knife dangerously travelling to Jake’s neck.

“Mo’at, no!” Grace pleaded. With tear-stricken face, Mo’at cries out. “If you are one of us, help us.”

She then cuts Jake’s rope, freeing him. Next it was you, then Grace.

“This way!” Jake said, you followed him, your eyes couldn’t help but look around you as the people still struggled. Then another round of missiles rained down.

It exploded, sending a wave strong enough to knock you over the branch as you coughed out. “Come on, Grace. Move!” Jake says, helping Grace to hop over the fallen huge branch. Then you supported Mo’at in crossing over as you hopped over in time as large missiles came.

“Head down!” Jake says. “Down, down!” He says, as you hid yourself behind the tree branch. Explosions rang left and right as your lip quivered. All you could think about was Tsu’tey.

Then the final blow hit. Leaves started to fall amongst you. You heard it. The large creaking sound of the base of the Hometree snapping.

Everyone looked up in horror as they knew what was coming next. “Go. Go!!” Jake pushed you in front of him as you ran. You looked back and forth as you ran, your face scrunching as you ran for your life.

Separate branches then fell. You were about to run into one when Jake yanked you towards him. “No, no, get back! Back!”

The screams from around you had struck your heart, your whole body feeling frozen as you hear their screams become muffled as Hometree finally surrenders, dropping.

You kneeled as you watched around you. Destruction. There were flames and sparks everywhere. Smoke still hanging in the air. You grasped at the ground beneath you, closing your eyes shut as you hear Mo’at scream in terror at what just happened.

It followed by more screams and cries. You couldn’t take it. You stood up, walking around to see if the rest of the people are still okay, somehow. Your breathing became ragged as you tried to look for a sign of Tsu’tey. You prayed to Eywa with all your might that he must’ve made it out alive.

You feel fresh tears running down your face as you walked with the people. Jake excused himself, saying he was going to look for Neytiri. You began walking with Grace, with your heart heavy. Grace frowned from beside you, going to wrap an arm around your shoulder to rub your arm.

Then Parker pulled the plug.

You were still walking when Grace suddenly dropped down, lifeless. “Oh no…” Was all that you managed to say when you feel yourself slip from your consciousness, dropping alongside her.

The children around you were alerted. “Tsahik!” They called out to Mo’at.

Suddenly, you were back in the link unit as it opened. Anger. That was all you felt as the first guard you see hovering above you was given a punch on his face. He pulled you out from the link unit as your hands were bound yet again. “You murderer!” You hear Grace scream at Parker.

“How could you?!” You shouted as you were being yanked to stay still.

Now you were detained. You had your head in your hands as your thoughts ran almost a million miles an hour.

“What’s going on, brother? Long time no see.” You heard Trudy say, making you look at her to see her pushing in a tray carrying food. “Personally, I don’t feel these tree-hugging traitors deserve steak.” She chuckled.

“They get steak? That’s bullshit. Let me see that.” The guard spoke, crouching down and opening the cart door.

You saw how Trudy approached him and then bought a gun out, making your eyes widen. She then aimed at his head. “Yeah, you know what that is. Down, down.” Trudy said, making the man lay on his stomach with his hands up. “All the way down.” She said, before raising her hand and smacking the gun on the back of his head, rendering him unconscious.

“Trudy!” You hear Norm say. “Max!” Trudy called out and Max comes into view, typing something on the padlock and the door opened.

All of you now were running to get to Trudy’s samson. “Trudy, fire up the ship, go!” Jake said, making Norm and Trudy head to the outside.

You also reached the first door, pulling it open and going over to grab your mask, handing one to Grace, and Jake. “Max, stay here. I need someone on the inside I can trust.” You heard Jake say as you handed him his exopack.

Reaching samson 1-6, you helped carried Jake onto the chopper, once he was on, you quickly handed his wheelchair to Norm. “Come on!” Trudy said, knowing that her unauthorized engine start was now notified.

Then bullets sped past you as you helped Grace get back on, the last one to board was you. “I’m taking fire, let’s go!” Trudy shouted.

“Come on, (Y/N)!.” Norm said, pulling you up. You held onto him as you managed to sit down, exhaling. Now you were up in the air.

“Yeah! Wohoo!” Jake and Norm cheered. “Everybody alright back there?” Trudy asked.

You were about to reply when you felt it. A wet sensation on your side, warm, sticky. You breathed out, placing a palm against it, making you wince as you saw that your hand was covered in blood. Your blood.

You gasp out a breath. “Fuck.”

Jake had a smile on his face when he turned to face you, but that quickly dropped when he saw the bloodstain on your side. “(Y/N)’s hit!” Jake said. “Oh, shit.” Grace said, inspecting you.

“What?” Trudy said, looking back. “Get the trauma kit!” Jake said to Norm. “Trauma kit’s forward, on the bulkhead.” Trudy says. “Keep the pressure on, (Y/N). Hang on, alright?” Jake said as you squinted in pain, the adrenaline leaving your body as you were about to possibly bleed out.

Reaching the link shack, Norm had linked to his avatar to monitor the outside as the link shack you were currently in was now being hoisted up by Trudy’s chopper. You laid against the fluid gel pack on one of the link units. Trauma kid had been applied and you weren’t feeling any better.

You then felt Grace inject something on your arm as her face contorted in worry. Jake revealed the blanket covering your body to see the bandage was already beginning to get soaked further of your blood. You clenched your jaw, eyes fighting to stay awake.

“I’m gonna get you some help, (Y/N).” Jake promised, placing a hand on your arm after he places the blanket back on you again. “You have to be strong, hold on (Y/N). The People can help you, I know it.”

You let out a shaky sigh “Why would they help us?” You shifted, but every move you made hurt. Jake looked at you, biting the inside of his cheek. “Get some rest, alright? We’re almost there.” He only said, patting your head as he moved away. You closed your eyes.

After Jake had claimed Toruk, he now had to face the people.

“Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan, I stand before you… ready to serve the Omaticaya people. You are Olo’eyktan, and you are a great warrior. I can’t do this without you.” Jake said to Tsu’tey, his eyes pleading.

Tsu’tey thinks, blinking to look at Toruk before he looks back at Jake, nodding. “Toruk makto, I will fly with you.” He said, placing a hand on his chest, however. The next words that came out of Jake’s mouth had a chill sent to his spine.

“My friend is dying. (Y/N) is dying.”

Tsu’tey’s mouth went agape, he had been occupied with his anger, hate, and grief that he had forgotten where you were, or where your body was. He didn’t even find himself asking for you after the aftermath of the destruction of Hometree. Tsu’tey backs away, looking at Mo’at then back at Jake. “I beg the help of Eywa.” He speaks.

Tsu’tey’s brows furrowed “Where is she?” he demanded. The need to see you overcame him as his heart drummed in his chest. Jake’s eyes flickered over to Tsu’tey. “She’s here.”

You stirred awake as you blinked, the bright bioluminescent lights almost blinding your weak frame. You then see Jake, in his avatar, then Neytiri from beside you as she was wrapping you in something. “Stay with us, come on (Y/N).” Jake said.

“Be strong.” Neytiri adds, looking at you, placing her huge hand on your shoulder as you were laid down.

Then you spot Jake and Neytiri looking at someone before they stood up. You let out a deep breath as the face of the man you had wanted to see for the longest time appeared. “Tsu’tey…?” You muttered weakly.

Tsu’tey swallowed the lump in his throat seeing you. It was the first time he ever saw you in this form, your true form. You were small, smaller than him. You were weak as your eyes flutter open and close just to see his face. He bites his lip. This was truly you. The one he was mated with. It left a deep ache in his heart seeing you in this state, not even knowing the chance of your survival.

Tsu’tey inches closer, his hand going their way to place them on your head, down to your cheek, but it was covered due to your mask. You might live, or you may die.

“I see you.” You whisper weakly to him, a smile etching on your face as you reached up to him, your hand barely covering his cheek as he instinctively leaned into your touch. “I see you.” Tsu’tey answered, yet his heart felt regret.

“They’re ready.” Jake announced.

You and Tsu’tey looked at each other before he carefully swept you up in his arms.

Making their way towards the Tree of Souls, you opened your eyes, seeing this beautiful sacred site in your own form was overwhelming. You looked around, gasping. “This place…it is truly beautiful.” You mutter, only Tsu’tey could hear as he looked down at your awe-struck gaze.

Jake carried your avatar body as he laid it to the side. The people were gathered around as Tsu’tey now carefully laid you on the other side. You felt the cold ground. Then you had the feeling of vines crawling their way onto your body, trapping you in a hug, almost.

“The Great Mother may choose to save all that she is, in this body.” Mo’at explained to Jake as Tsu’tey never left your side. “Is that possible?” Jake asked. “She must pass through the eye of Eywa and return.” Mo’at answered. “But Jakesully, I feel her getting weak.”

Tsu’tey swallowed the forming lump on his throat as his eyes darted between your human form and your avatar. His hand going over to hold your shoulder. He nudges his forehead to the side of your head, a rare show of vulnerability coming from Tsu’tey. He scrunches his eyes closed, muttering his prayer with all his might.

“Do not leave me, tìyawn. Eywa, bring her back to me. Give her strength. Do not let her leave this world without me. Ma Eywa, it is all I ask.” Tsu’tey muttered against you, as tears formed in his eyes, dropping onto you.

Jake could feel the same ache in his heart watching the two of you. He treated you like the sister he never had, it had him closing his eyes, wishing that Eywa could hear his prayers. Grace, now in her avatar form stood side by side with Norm as she has a frown etched on her face watching Tsu’tey being vulnerable.

The moment Tsu’tey sat back up and looked at Mo’at, she had then commenced the consciousness transfer. Then the ritual chant began as the people held each other as they closed their eyes, praying that you might cross the eye of Eywa.

Tsu’tey chanted, keeping his eyes trained on you.

“Hear us, All Mother.” Mo’at praised. “Eywa, help her.” The people chanted. “Take this spirit with you and breathe her back to us.”

“Let her walk among us as one of The People.”

All you saw was a bright light, then memories flashed around you, in your human form, when you were little, then up to now as you watched yourself falling in love with Tsu’tey.

Eywa had known you. She knows you. She was real.

Standing there, you felt a wave of peace rush over you as your skin glowed. Looking, you spot a path, then you felt this urge to keep fighting. Breathing in, you feel yourself walking, jogging, that turned into a full on sprint as you desperately chased the end of the glowing pathway.

“Do not leave me, tìyawn. Eywa, bring her back to me. Give her strength.” You hear Tsu’tey’s voice echoing around you. Making you push yourself as you ran.

I am not leaving you. I will come back. Great Mother, hear me.

You finally reached the end as you were enveloped in a bright flashing light.

Tsu’tey’s eyes looked at Mo’at as her chanting stopped. His heart felt like it was about to burst from his chest as Mo’at ordered them to stop.

Tsu’tey and Jake circled around you as Tsu’tey carefully inspected your human body. Your eyes were closed as you heaved your last breath. Tsu’tey then jumped over towards your avatar form, his hand going over to your shoulder as Jake stayed with your human form. Mo’at hovered her hands above your human body towards your avatar.

Tsu’tey still glued to your side as his eyes never left your face. “What’s happening, did it work?” Jake frantically asked.

The vines running around the Tree of Souls glowed brighter than ever, almost blinding.

Tsu’tey then laid you on your back, his hand going over to cup your neck as he carefully hoisted your upper body in his arms.

“Tìtxen si, ma yawne. (Wake up, my beloved).” Tsu’tey whispers against you.

And then he feels that Eywa had heard The People’s prayers as your avatar stirred, then you opened your eyes.

Tsu’tey was the first one to see as he pulled you close to him. “Thank you, Great Mother, you have returned her to me. I am forever thankful.”

Jake rushed over to him as you awoke in your new body.

“Tsu’tey…” You said, a smile now crawling on your face.

“Hey there, big baby.” Jake said, breathing out his relief as he looked at you. You glanced at him and you shake your head. “Look who’s got you crying.” You said to him as he chuckled, the last of his tear rolling down his face.

“She has returned to us!” Mo’at smiled as the people yelped and cheered.

“Thank you, thank you.” Jake said, looking up at the Tree of Souls.

Tsu’tey still held you in his arms, eyes scanning your face as you smiled at him. Eywa has returned you, Eywa has returned you to him. He nuzzles his forehead to yours, closing his eyes as you reached up to cup his cheek. “I thought I had lost you.”

Even though the looming threat of the RDA still hung, Tsu’tey could not be bothered as he feels you breathe beneath him.

He was then filled with determination as he looks at The People. He was going to do everything he can so they could win this fight. He then glanced back at you. He was going to fight for you.

He was going to fight for a future with you.

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Let Them Stay

Tonowari x Reader x Ronal

Summary: You would've never thought that you'd see more Omatikaya on the shores of the reef, but before you stood Jake and his family. They sought refuge from your mates, you assured your mates about him. Now, you and Jake talk about how you disappeared and what had been going on before you were taken hostage by the one person you told Jake to protect you from.

Warnings: canon violence, past abuse, past sexual abuse, past violence, past torture, survivor guilt, coercion, hostage situations, panic attacks, abusive relationship, canon death.

You have sought protection from the Metkayina people long before Jake and his family ever did. Truth is you’ve been here for more than 15 years, and you've grown into the culture here. You have a family with people here, you were one of them. You found your mates here; this was where you were always meant to be.

So, on that fateful day, you heard ikrans in the sky, you felt a shiver run down your body.

What were forest Na'vi doing here?

You were out swimming with your kids, of course, they swam faster and got to the shore sooner. When you did get there, you stayed in the back, you wanted to be next to your mates but you’d get there eventually. It wasn’t till you heard the voice and Tonowari spoke his name.

You recognized that voice.

You worked with this person back with the RDA, you and Grace were lead researchers with the Omaticaya people.

What was he doing here? Why would an avatar be here and who was it exactly?

“We seek uturu.”

They were looking for refuge, why would they want that? If you recall, Neytiri would never leave home. He had a beautiful family, but why did they leave the rainforest? Ronal walked around looking at Jake’s kids, critiquing their bodies for being small and thin. Then she got to the older girl, Ronal grabbed her hand and saw the extra finger. Ronal thought of you, she wondered where you were and if you were both okay.

“These kids are not real Na’vi, they have demon blood.”

“Wait,” you said from the back of the crowd.

You pushed your way up front and looked the people in the eyes. Their eyes were wide, another Omaticaya Na’vi was already here.

“Jake?”

Jake looked at you, you were heavily pregnant, and he always wondered what had happened to you. It was like you fell off the face of the earth a while ago, he assumed you died during the battle.

“Why are you here?” You knew you were getting stares for speaking in English with Jake.

“People are coming after us.”

“Who?”

“Quaritch and others are back and in Na’vi bodies.”

You went rigid, not him anyone but him. You felt your body go cold and your head felt heavy, you felt exhausted and restless, you were having a panic attack. He can’t find you not again, you’re not going back.

“No,” you felt like you were screaming but it was barely a whisper.

“No?” Jake questioned.

“I won’t let him come back for me. He can’t come here. I won’t allow it.”

“He won’t ever come here. Please we just want to get away, we don’t want a war.”

“I’m not going back to being Quaritch’s bitch. I left for a reason. I have a family I can’t go back. I won’t let him take me back.”

“What are you talking about? What happened?”

“I didn’t know about home tree falling until Tonowari told me when he heard about it. I left before that even happened. Once I knew there was no way out, once I knew that Selfridge and Quaritch didn’t care and never would; I had to leave. I didn’t want to be there for all that death. So, I left. It was perfect timing, Miles was busy with orders and bulldozing the lands and blowing up home tree; I had a clear shot. He forgot to lock his bedroom door, so I forced a pilot to take a link station and my body and set me up. Then I came here and I met my mates and I have a family... No more orders, no more Quaritch.”

“What did Quaritch do to you?”

“A lot of things, rape me, beat me, degrade me. He made me stay, he knew I was in the avatar program and he controlled me that way. I had to leave; I couldn’t be his lap dog anymore. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when everything happened.”

“I don’t blame you for leaving.”

“How’s Grace?”

“She’s dead. Quaritch shot her when we tried to escape. They were going to send us back to earth and we got out.”

Your hand was on your mouth, one of your best friends was dead, you couldn’t believe it.

“We do have her daughter though,” Jake pointed back to Kiri.

Your eyes widened as you saw the striking resemblance, “you look so much like your mother.” You spoke in Na’vi and smiled down at her; her face lit up at that comment.

“Let them stay,” you said as you turned around to look at your mates.

“What were you saying to him?” Ronal asked.

“I know him from the place I was before. He’s a good person, a bit of an idiot, but a good man.”

Ronal smiled as she opened her arms for you, you smiled back and ran into her arms, snuggling under her chin. You loved getting to be with them, especially now when you're so close to having your baby, your body loved to be next to them.

“Then it is settled, Torok Makto and his family will stay with us,” Tonowari shouted.

You tried to help them with their stuff and Ronal wouldn’t let you out of her arms, you shouldn’t be doing that work anyway.

Later on, you went to visit Jake again, you wanted to catch up on what you missed out on. Both him and Neytiri would fill you in on everything that had happened.

“I’m glad to see you made it out safe, how’s Norm?”

“Norm’s good, he still links in most of the time,” Jake said.

“Are you still linking in?”

“No, when we tried to save Grace and put her permanently into her Na’vi body, I learned that it was possible to put my consciousness into my avatar and I did to be with Neytiri all the time.”

“Ronal did that for me, after we mated.”

“About that, are you with both of them?”

“Yeah, I am. Ronal said it wasn’t uncommon to have more than one mate. I quite like it. I also think it helps since they are both busy people and important to the clan, I will always have someone with me if the other is busy.”

Jake looked at Neytiri and she shook her head.

“Neytiri is too good for you to need another, Jake.”

“I wasn’t implying that I wanted another, just like the sound of no one being lonely.”

“What about Tsu’tey? How is he? Upset about not being Olo’eyktan?”

“He’s dead too. It happened during the big fight. He was shot down off his ikran.”

“Man, I really should’ve been there. I’m sorry I left and didn’t say anything.”

“Don’t worry about that, you did what you needed to. Trust me, we were okay without you. You getting out was more important than staying.”

“But I missed so much and so many people died.”

“Neytiri lost her father too.”

You looked at Neytiri, “Neytiri, I’m so sorry. If it’s any consolation I tried to get him to stop. I was closer to him than anyone else and he wasn’t ever going to give that fever dream up. I wanted so badly for him to stop; I never wanted a war. After a trip to the emergency room from how badly he beat me, I gave up and that’s when I knew I had to leave, that there was no point in trying.”

“It’s okay, you did what you had to do, no one blames you for leaving,” Jake said.

“But I do, I shouldn’t have left when you guys needed me. I could’ve helped, people may have lived if I was there instead of cowering off and pretending everything was okay.”

“I don’t think it would’ve changed much. By leaving it might have saved your life. Besides, after we won, we sent them all back to earth. We got rid of them. Not for long though, sky people will always return. The new RDA is worse, they know of me and what I’ve done. They know all the raids I’ve been leading to slow their progress. They know how dangerous Na’vi are, they weren’t taking any chances. They made the Recom soldiers and they beefed up security and the army pretty much run that place.”

“Makes sense, they aren’t taking any chances. I get that you want to keep your family safe I’d do the same. Even though the two kids we already have came from Ronal, Eywa has blessed me to finally have my own. We tried for such a long time; it just wasn’t my time. Now it is. However, those kids are my own and I’d kill to protect them.”

“I know the feeling and I know you are a tough son of a bitch. I’ve seen you take a lot.”

“If Quaritch is to come, promise me, you won’t let him take me back. I can’t go back; I can’t do it again.”

“Promise. Trust me, I want to kill the guy first anyway.”

“Not before I do.”

“Oh, you wish.”

But things never work out the way you want them to, because you were tied up on the railing of the boat. Quaritch knew who you were, he saw your face and knew exactly who you were. You had your baby a few months ago, you should’ve been with him but you left him in the care of your parents while you went out to help the kids. You saw them all chasing after that tulkan, you knew they’d be in danger, you had to help them, you were the only one around. So, you went after them and you knew right away you should’ve stayed with your baby, your mates would be so upset with you for leaving.

You struggled against the ties, you knew even if he let the kids go, he’d never let you out of his sights ever again. You just wanted to be in the arm of your mates, you knew this was going to be a terrible idea. Then over the sea line you saw a pack of skimwings, they were coming to save you and the kids. You could see your mates and Jake at the front leading them in, you wanted to be in their arms again.

Then Quaritch started to talk to Jake through his son’s throat comm, you understood what he was saying. You saw Jake looking through the scope of his rifle, trying to see who was there. You swore you could see your mates’ snarl; they were upset and angry, you shouldn’t have been here. You’d spend forever trying to make it up to them, if you made it out of this. You watched Jake swim closer to the ship, he was accepting Quaritch’s offer, you had a terrible feeling.

All hell broke loose.

The war you anticipated had started.

Bullets were flying all around, you saw the Metkayina warriors swim through the water and skewer people with their spears. You prayed that you’d make it out of here alive and get to your mates and your kids. All the soldiers were busy with the warriors and the tulkun on the ship that Neteyam had a perfect opening. He got onto the ship and cut you all free, you went into the water with Tuk, and you saw the two boys stay. It made you nervous but you had to get Tuk to safety, you had to get a spear and join your lovers.

You got onto a nearby skimwing and took you and Tuk to safety in the village, you went to leave again but at that point, the village elders wouldn’t let you. You fought with them, your mates were out there, your friends were out there, you were able-bodied, you could help. But you couldn’t leave, you would never make it back in time anyway because once you tried to sneak off, the warriors were coming back. You stayed there looking for your mates and when they got to the shore you ran up to them and hugged them. You held them as tightly as possible, you were scared, you didn’t want to go back, you couldn’t.

“What were you thinking? You left to help the kids? You should’ve stayed here where you were safe with our baby,” Tonowari said holding your face.

“I’m sorry. I saw them leave and I was the only one. I was so scared. I knew I shouldn’t have gone. That man that had us, I knew him before I came here. Jake promised I wouldn’t end up in his hands again. He was a bad man, he hurt me. I was scared for myself, you guys, our kids. I’m so sorry.”

“All that matters is everyone is safe. Let’s go see our kids,” Ronal said as she took your hand and kissed your head.

[m0chisenpai]

Can you write a fic about Jake sully x reader where she has a terrible father and she completely shut him out of her life and one day he comes back for reader and Jake is just super protective over her? <3

father!jake sully x daughter!reader

You often forget you were once human along with your adoptive father. Then moments would ground you, and remind you of that little star in the sky you’d once call home. And the primal look in your fathers eye right now looked far from human.

You’d never heard your father hiss like that before and you hoped you never did again. Usually, when you did he would playfully bare his fangs at you and you would copy him with a fit of giggles. But his teeth now bared in a show of dominance against the man who held your arm in his. 

“Let her go” Jake spat out and the man immediately tightened his grip. You felt like the world would end right then and there, the new life you’d knit together came unraveling in front of you.

Your father made a name for himself as soon as he caught wind of Pandora. When you were younger you were naive to it. All you knew was that daddy would spoil you with a pretty little dress, and a bigger dollhouse cause he got special rocks from this planet in the sky. 

Then you got older and you heard things, whispers from the cracked doors of that study. How he was investing his money toward some foreign element with an old college buddy, Parker Selfridge. You were still a child, just well into entering those double digits, but all you knew was from that day on every gift your father gave burned your hands.

You would have given anything to get away from your father. Perhaps you were only there to carry the name, but you ran from that gilded cage long ago. You convinced Grace Augustine you were some young prodigy in the making and the woman was more than welcome to teach you about the plant life on the planet and about the Na’vi people. 

Life was beautiful again. Following the war, you found this as a gift from Eywa herself, the chance to love and be loved by a real family. Neytiri spent her days on the hunt even while pregnant and you trained by her side, learning the ways of the hunter and the future Tsahik. She loved you fiercely and saw you as hers despite not sharing blood. 

None of you expected a search party to be placed, yet here you stood in the grasp of the man who once called you father. Jake saw red when he heard your cries and found you in the arms of the man. His heart thudded in his ears, the world around him a blur as you had his entire focus. 

His eyes calculated every nervous shift the man whom you once called father stepped back with you held tight. “Y/N tell that thing you are not one of them.”

This only elicited another primal hiss and fangs bared at him and your father finally released you and took a slow step back. “Ok, ok.” He finally released you from his hold and you quickly ran to Jake who kept his eyes trained onto the human but reached a hand back to press into your stomach. 

“Y/N, baby I know things went so badly wrong. But please. Come home baby, we miss you. We’ll do what we can to fix you back and mama is home ready and waiting. Please baby.” And you felt tears fall, because it was all a lie. Your father used that very tone when you ran up to him in a fit of tears begging to know if your friends were true, that Santa wasn’t real. And he rubbed his hand down your back and cooed at you with syrupy words that the man was indeed real.

Those sticky sweet words make your stomach burn as you tightened the grip on Jake’s hand, no your father’s hand. “I wanna go home, please.”

“I know baby, we’re going home. Let me fix this baby.” he whispered back, lacing his fingers with your own and squeezing what strength he had into you. 

The human cooed your name again, and you balled up your fist hissing weakly at him.

“This is home” you retaliated, “not back there. Not where I was a shadow, a guest in the place that was supposed to be home. Mama didn’t want me and you knew it just as much as she did. You abandoned me once you can do it again.” Your nails dug into Jake’s palm as your voice raised and your eyes screwed shut as you pressed your forehead to his back, taking in gasps full of air. 

“Y/N.” He took a step forward, arms reached out and Jake lowered himself over you more, tail swishing in agitation as he prepared himself. “Baby, I don’t want to cause a muck on this planet, you don’t want to bring unnecessary harm. Just come home and we can leave the natives alone. No unnecessary bloodshed.” His hand once again reached out, the dark glint of metal shined in Jake’s eye. 

He knew what that was slung over his shoulder.  He was no match against it, and who was to say he wasn’t surrounded now? That their wasn’t an army waiting for him, ready to attack if he came back empty handed.

Yet just as he went to take another step forward arm reaching to his weapon, an arrow shot from the trees above and lodged itself in front of where your fathers hand would have been had he not moved back fast enough.

Your eyes flickered into the trees above where your mother stood, arrow drawn with another bow. She gracefully leapt down, her stance unwavering as she took a spot beside her mate. Eyes never once leave the human man whose face was painted in fear. “Another word, and I shoot again.”

Silence fell. All you could hear and see was your father whose arms fell in defeat finally turning his back to you, arms raised. When he was far enough your fathers arms gathered you into his chest where he pressed you so tight you feared you would pop. 

“You’re fine baby, let it out” his words washed over you as you let your cries out, gripping onto him tightly. His words and Neytiri’s hands stroking your back brought you peace. You were safe, you were home.

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Unpredictable Part 3-Limoreau x black!fem!reader fic

A/N: AAAH, thank you for all the support on this. I didn't think it'd be a series but I can't stop writing.

Warnings: toxic parents, body shaming, eating disorders, alcohol abuse, and swearing

Words: 7.7k

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 “…and that’s how I knew that I was meant to do charity work,” the nasal redhead concluded.

That afternoon, the Si Chi house was packed with pledges in floral or puffy Selkie and Miss Selfridge sun dresses. A handful of servers circulated the foyer with trays of orange juice and mimosas. The combination of Prada Candy and Viktor Rolfe Flowerbomb made my head spin but I smiled through it as I nodded at different pledges’ stories. All of them were desperately trying to toe the line between interesting and bragging because one could never act too important for a potential house.

“That’s great news,” I glanced at her name tag, “Brenda since Si Chi regularly engages in philanthropic work.”

 Brenda smiled widely, making the hot pink blush on her cheeks even more prominent. “I know, that’s why I’m so interested in joining this---your house.”

“Well, we are glad that you took the time to visit us. Would you excuse me?”

As I weaved my way through the foyer, I plucked a mimosa from a passing server and started sipping. Exactly five seconds passed until I was surrounded by a new crop of bright-eyed freshmen.

“Oh my gosh, are you Y/N Y/L/N?” a willowy brunette asked.

“Guilty, and you are?”

“She’s Justine,” a shorter brunette interrupted.

Justine narrowed her eyes and thinly covered the glare with a smile. “I can introduce myself, thanks, Renee.”

Renee shrunk a little in her oversized light blue sundress and I glanced at Justine.

“So, why are you interested in our house?” I asked.

Justine straightened up and smiled like a pageant girl. “Well, I’m perfectly aligned with all the values of Si Chi: Sisterhood, respect, and intelligence. I am all about women empowerment and I respect people from all backgrounds----I’m exposed to a bunch of different people as an actress, anyway.”

“What about intelligence?”

“Well, I think there’s many different kinds of intelligence and, as an actress, I’m emotionally intelligent to the point where I’m exhausted by everyone else’s energy.”

“She really has to prioritize self-care,” Renee added.

“It’s great that you’re aware of that for yourself.”

She had to be one of the least self-aware people I ever encountered and that was a difficult fete. However, her socials had decent numbers and she had been in a few Vought Plus movies, which would help her win Sydney and Lydia, the vice president, over. The next two years with her and her friend would be irritating.

A softer expression slipped across Justine’s face, and she took a step towards me. “I just want to say that I think it’s so brave that you’ve been participating in all the rush events despite your traumatic experience. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to see Luke,” she paused and placed a hand on her chest, “kill himself.”

Though it had been a week since, it still felt like a bomb rolled off Justine’s tongue when she said it. The wave of emotions that I experienced in that time was hard to describe; Shetty said that grief was a rollercoaster, and the influx of emotions was normal.

“As impossible as it may seem, one day you will come to accept what happened,” she’d advised. “You may experience more anxiety but, with your network, I am sure you will be able to cope.”

The network she referred to was strained at best and destroyed at worst. My “sisters” were as supportive as they could be: Alina gave me a Lush self-care kit, Sasha was not nearly as antagonizing as usual, Lydia gave me grief book recommendations, and Sydney let me pick what workout classes we attended. Emma and Cate were the only non-Si Chi people I spoke to since it was way too difficult to speak to the others.

Justine placed her hand on my shoulder. “If you ever need someone to talk to, you can count on me.”

“Thank you for the thought,” I replied, smiling tightly.

“You must be so grateful that Marie was there to stop him,” Renee quipped.

I sipped some more juice to keep the confusing feelings from bubbling up. Nothing could have prepared me for Marie and Andre being propped as the Guardians of Godolkin, which was arguably the dumbest name Vought could give them. The less I wanted to see them, the more I saw their promos and videos. It was horrible that the last time we spoke we had a fight but every time I saw her, I felt a weird wrench in my chest.

At the very least, Emma seemed happy for her.

Then, Coco Allen, a Si Chi junior, appeared from the crowd and squeezed between the freshmen. “There you are, Y/N, I have a crim freshman with a water manipulation ability who wants to pick your brain.”

“Sure. Will you excuse me?”

“Bye!” Renee called as Coco pulled me through the crowd.

When we got to the less populated living room, I exhaled a breath I did not know I was holding. Then, I turned to the beaming Coco.

“Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome. You know I hate entitled freshmen,” Coco mused.

Coco was the only other black girl in Si Chi and happened to be the first one to talk to me when I visited the house last year. She was a little shorter than me with deep mahogany skin that always glowed. She always wore her waist-length jet-black hair in tight curls and accessorized solely with gold jewelry. That day, she wore a fitted white sundress with espadrilles.

“Were there this many last year?” I asked.

Coco shook her head. “But there are a few more black girls so it’s promising.”

“That’s great! I hope I can find them before the event’s over.”

“That would be great.” Coco eyed me. “So, how are you holding up?”

“I’m okay, the mimosas don’t hurt though.”

“They never do. You didn’t have to come today, you know, you could have taken more time, get out of here for a minute.”

I shook my head. “I needed this, it’s a nice distraction or, it has been. Besides, what would it look like if the secretary didn’t attend?”

Coco nodded slowly but I could tell that the gears in her head were turning too much for her to be convinced. “You’re already Sydney and Lydia’s favorite and they might have let it slide.”

I cocked my head at her and she immediately started chuckling half-heartedly.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. The hoops they make us jump through are ridiculous,” Coco reflected.

“It makes sense why you didn’t want to be an officer even though you’re poli sci,” I commented.

Coco grinned. “Hey, I’m making decent connections just by being in this house. This is just a steppingstone on my path to become the first black woman supe president.”

Even though the title was long, if anyone could do it, it was Coco. One time last year I sat in on one of her debates in class and she had a senior in tears and their debate partner ready to put their laser eyes to good use.

“Well, don’t forget little ole me when you’re a big shot,” I teased.

Coco frowned. “What do you mean ‘little’? You have done too much to talk like that.”

I shrugged. “Not that they’re not as important but my four-year plan is less impressive than yours.”

“Oh yeah, the plan where you basically end up a trophy wife? No shade but, I think you’d be way too bored in that role.”

“Hey, I would have a city contract too. Plus, it’s what I want and what I see for myself every time I look into the future. Every step I have taken up until this point puts me closer to that.”

My voice was much stronger than I thought it would be but Coco was always pushing me. Some days it was motivating and on others, it was infuriating.

“Like I said, I’m not trying to crush your dreams or your plan but is that really all you want for yourself? Especially thinking about all the good you’re already doing with your powers?” Coco questioned.

Her words plagued me for the rest of the event and bugged me when we gave our ratings of the pledges to Sydney and Lydia.

“Oh, and Y/N, don’t forget to send me that compilation with all the pledges’ socials,” Sydney requested as I was on my way out of the foyer.

“Of course, you’ll have it by the end of the day.”

Everything was much quieter underwater, except for my thoughts, but those were much clearer. Every time I thought about where I would be in five years, it was the same: smiling at a city event on the arm of some suit. I never saw the man’s face but I knew he had to be somewhat attractive. My eyes fluttered closed at the bottom of the pool and I focused on my future.

It was the same image, complete with flashing cameras and I was wearing a gorgeous rose pink Oscar de la Renta gown. My hair was piled on top of my head in Senegalese twists, and I was smiling widely. However, when I tried to look at whose arm I was on, it was like I could not turn my head. The harder I tried, the sorer the side of my neck got.

After a few more seconds of trying, I pushed myself up to the surface and sucked in the air. The sky was a mix of orange, purple, and blue. Sydney was blasting “My Head, My Heart”, which signaled that she was getting ready to go out with Eric Landon, the president of Sigma Kappa. It would be nice to be asked on a date, a proper one without the expectations of sex later.

My face warmed at the fact that I had never actually been asked out. People constantly told me how good looking I was but that did not translate into boys falling all over themselves for me. There were the occasional fun nights out but it would always end in that same venue. I didn’t think I asked for too much: flowers, good morning and good night texts, respect, intelligence, and ambition. Emma told me I watched too many movies once and while that could have been true, I also thought that it wasn’t too much to ask a guy to hold a door open.

It also did not help that Jordan was the last person I ever got close to being intimate with. I groaned at the thought and dove underwater, making my way to the other side of the pool.

An almost-kiss should mean absolutely nothing but I could not stop thinking about it, just like I could not stop thinking about how Jordan would throw me under the bus to save themselves. I would never do that to anyone, especially not someone I cared about.

But you already did, the voice in my head hissed.

Marie didn’t count, I didn’t mean to do that; Andre, Luke, Cate, and Jordan decided for me. I would have stayed if it was my choice but that didn’t matter to Marie or any of them.

I pushed myself from the side of the pool and butterfly stroked my way to the other side. Thankfully, the water was heated and soothed my aching muscles. As I was about to resurface, I noted a blurry tall blonde figure standing above me. When I pushed up, Cate stood over me, her eyes worried.

“Hey,” I greeted.

“Hi, can we talk?”

“Sure.”

A few seconds later, I was wrapped in a fluffy towel and standing across from Cate. Her eyes shifted around for a moment before she suggested we headed inside. When we got to my room, she immediately closed the door behind us.

“Is there any way someone would have listening devices in here?” Cate asked.

“No,” I said slowly.

“Are you sure? There’s shit out now where they put it in the tiniest crevices and you would never know,” Cate argued.

“I would have seen it or had a hint about it. What’s going on?”

Cate finally sat on my bed, and I opted to stand across from her. “Andre and I found some stuff that makes Luke and Brink’s deaths way more complicated.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, for one thing, they totally cleared out his room the day after he died and I mean everything.”

My eyes widened. “Even the…special drawer?”

“Yes, and at first, I thought it was protocol but what would they do with all those----”

“I get it, Cate, what else did you and Andre find?”

As Cate continued to speak, I could feel my stomach sink further and further, until I was sure it was somewhere in the house basement. Nothing Cate said meant anything positive for anyone. If there was some kind of lab under us, that meant anyone could become a part of it.

“Have you told anyone else?” I asked.

Cate huffed and leaned back on my bed. “Well, Jordan’s been spiraling about Marie and the rankings, so I can’t get a word in about anything else.”

“They’re spiraling?” I asked.

“You haven’t talked to them since Luke died?” Cate asked.

When she said it like that, it sounded like I committed a cardinal sin. After that day, there was nothing else for me to say to them. Even though I saw them in class occasionally, I never spoke to them and desperately tried to avoid eye contact.

“They could have reached out too,” I muttered.

“You’re such a younger sibling,” Cate commented.

“It’s true!” I whined.

“Well, they’ve been freaking out about the rankings since they fell down to number five and Andre’s number one.”

Being in the Top Five was like Jordan’s lifeline. They’d always shared a friendly rivalry with Luke but I knew they wanted to be number one eventually. They spent almost all their time making sure they stayed in a high position and to drop to bottom of the Top Five must have been devastating.

“Oh no,” I whispered.

“Yeah, and your new best friend cracked the Top 100 and is Jordan’s new nemesis,” Cate added.

 I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a chocolate brown loungewear set. “Neither of them are my friends.”

Cate frowned. “Seriously, what is going on with you? The other night, you and Marie were inseparable, and you and Jordan were bantering. What happened?”

It must have been the fact that I was holding all my thoughts and feelings in because I burst.

“Marie and I can’t be friends since she thinks I’m a shallow bitch who would sacrifice her to save myself because I hang out with people who do. The funny part is that Jordan admitted they would backstab me if they could get ahead, which is definitely not something I would do to a friend or anyone I almost kissed!”

I was panting by the end and my chest felt a lot lighter. However, my nerves began to build when I noticed Cate’s mischievous grin.

“Who did you almost kiss?” Cate asked.

“That’s not the point,” I mumbled.

Cate stared at me for a second before lighting up. “It was Jordan, wasn’t it?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“You hesitated which means I’m right. It could have easily been Marie though since you were all over her.”

“Why do people keep saying that? I was being nice!”

Cate held up her hands in a relaxed defense. “Chill, Y/N, it’s okay to like more than one person at once.”

“I don’t like either of them.”

“At all?” Cate quirked an eyebrow.

“No,” I pouted.

Cate looked unimpressed and I felt even more unimpressed since I knew that I liked Marie and Jordan platonically.

“Okay, we’ll save that for later but, I don’t think Jordan would tell you that they would backstab you and they would not think about it. They would do it to other people, but not you.”

“You’re just saying that because they’re your friend and you weren’t there.”

Cate cocked her head to the side. “Think, Y/N, did Jordan really say, ‘I would backstab you if it would save my ass’?”

As I recalled the memory, I slowly rocked back and forth on my heels. “They didn’t say that but, they didn’t answer me when I asked if they would.” “You probably caught them off guard,” Cate reasoned. “I’m sure if you talked to them, things would go okay.”

I hesitated and set my clothes on my bed. “Let’s say that I decided to speak to them, I don’t know what to say. Even if I did, my class tomorrow isn’t with them.

“You’re not going to the Think Brink gala tomorrow night?” Cate asked.

Earlier that day, Mom mentioned something about a gala on the phone but I was only half-listening. In my defense, there was only so much complaining about her clients and Dad that I could stand. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and “Go to Brink gala” was in bright letters on my calendar.

“I guess I am,” I concluded.

“Then, you have some time to figure it out. You might get lucky and not even have to say anything.” I nodded and messed with the charm on my phone. “But what about Marie?”

“You’ll figure that out too. Indira’s taking her to the gala so, you can get both your ‘friends’ back,” Cate said, putting “friends” in air quotes.

“Why did you do it like that? Don’t say it like that.”

“Just because you’re in denial doesn’t mean I am. Think about it, would you be this freaked out if we had a fight?”

The “yes” should have come immediately but it didn’t; it died in my throat, and I couldn’t look at Cate. Why were things different with Marie and Jordan? Why did I stress out about them when I tried to stop thinking about them?

“Can you just make me say the right thing?” I asked.

Cate mulled it over for a moment. “I think it’s best if you do it yourself. If you don’t have a vision about it, something will come to you.”

“Thanks, Cate. If you and Andre need any help snooping----”

“You will be the first person I text,” Cate assured.

“I was going to say that I’ll probably know before you.”

I narrowly avoided the pillow Cate tossed at me and laughed at her effort.

“Maybe you are getting a little too cocky, Y/N.” She stood and walked over to me. “And for the record, I would never betray you in any way, neither would Andre or Jordan. If either of them did, they would have to deal with me.”

“Thanks, I would hug you but I’m still soaking wet.”

“Yeah, that’s smart. I know this might be useless but try not to worry about everything.”

I shrugged. “It doesn’t hurt to try.”

“You’re taking the meds from Indira?”

“Yes, Mom,” I teased.

“Just trying to help.”

Strangely, that was the first night since Luke’s death that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The trend was that I would strain myself to have premonitions until I was exhausted and tried again in the morning. For once, sleep found me quickly.

After sitting through a two-hour lecture on trauma’s impact on villains and heroes, I was more than happy to wander back to the Si Chi house and decompress. In a few hours, Talia, Mom’s assistant, would arrive with options for the gala. Then, the glam team would arrive and do their best to ignore Mom while they did their jobs.

I needed all the relaxation I could get.

 As I was mentally reviewing which movies I could watch, my phone kept buzzing in my back pocket. I thought it was another flurry of comments on the TikTok Coco and I made yesterday but it was from a strange number.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: Y/N, pls come 2 my dorm, it’s an emergency.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: Im srry we haven’t talked in a while but it’s important.

I frowned and typed back, ????

XXX-XXX-XXXX: It’s Marie. Emma’s in trouble.

My stomach dropped and I replied, B there soon.

As I raced around other people on campus, my thoughts moved faster at the possibility of what could have been going on with Emma. The last time I had spoken to her was two days ago and she was okay then. If anything, she may have been tense because Marie and I were not speaking but she had not said anything else.

I was halfway to their dorm when I ran into something solid.

“Watch where you’re going, Y/N,” Maverick sneered.

“If you put on some clothes, maybe I’d see you,” I shot back as I continued down the hall.

When I finally got to their dorm, I was panting and could barely knock. Marie pulled the door open, pulled me in, and closed the door behind me.

“Did you sprint here?” she asked.

I nodded. “You said…it was…an….emergency…Emma.”

In the middle of me grabbing my bearings, I noticed something tiny next to one of the supports on Emma’s bed. Slowly, I slid to my knees and crawled over to it. When I realized who it was, a choked gasp escaped my mouth.

“What happened?” I whispered.

“I don’t know. She was like that when I got here and I didn’t know what to do so I called you since you’ve known her the longest,” Marie rambled.

Her words barely registered in my brain as I went to one of Emma’s drawers, grabbed a small set of clothes, wrapped her in it, and carefully set her on her bed. Emma was barely breathing and was ghostly pale.

“Emma, I know you’re probably not going to like this but, you’re going to need to eat something.”

She didn’t reply and for a second, I wondered if she could.

I started rifling through all her stuff until I found a box of crackers. My hands trembled as I broke them into small pieces and kneeled in front of Emma. She never looked at me as she nibbled on each crumb I fed her.

Eventually, she grew back to her normal size. As soon as she was, she pulled her knees to her chest.

“I’m sorry you saw me like that,” she muttered.

Slowly, I sat next to her and it was almost the same way zookeepers treated wild animals. If one moved calmly enough, they would not get attacked. Marie sat on her bed.

“It’s okay, I’m glad we were able to help,” I replied. “What happened?”

Emma sniffed. “I opened up to this girl in my class. We’re scene partners for a project and we were talking, and I guess I felt comfortable enough to tell her about how I get small. I thought it was just between us, but she posted this…this video on YouTube telling the whole world about it.”

“Who’s the girl?” Marie asked.

“How do you get small?” I uttered at the same time.

Emma froze for a moment and looked away from me. “I make myself…sick.”

When she said it, I suddenly remembered all those times she would go to the bathroom and then come out a miniature version of herself. However, all those times, it was for different commercials or other work-related events. Then again, there had to be times when she did it at home or at my house.

How did I never notice? “Emma, I’m so sorry. I wish you would’ve told me sooner,” I said.

Emma turned to me with a glare in her eyes. “Really? How would I work that into a conversation? ‘Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry to interrupt but, I make myself throw up to get small’?”.

“We’re friends, friends tell each other this kind of thing,” I insisted.

Emma scoffed. “Please, like you would get it if I told you. You’re perfect, you always have been. Your face, your hair, your body, your eyes, your life!”

“That’s not fair.”

“Emma, I think you need to get help,” Marie interrupted.

Emma’s gaze flickered to hers and I thought she might set Marie on fire. “I need to get help, that’s rich coming from you. You act like no one can see your scars.”

Marie flinched and her eyes narrowed slightly. “I do that for my powers, that’s different.”

Emma laughed callously. “Please, at least be honest. How about this: I’ll go to therapy when you admit to cutting.”

Emma’s voice had no tone and every word she said was like a hammer slamming into my chest. She wasn’t in the right headspace for any conversation and I kept reminding myself as I stood.

“We should talk later when we’ve all calmed down,” I suggested.

“I don’t want to speak to either of you again,” she hissed.

It took more effort than usual to swallow the lump in my throat as I let myself out of their dorm. Just as I was about to lean against the door and wallow, Marie slipped out behind me and shut the door. I took a step back, barely avoiding a pair of girls rushing past.

“Sorry,” she apologized.

“It’s fine.”

Silence filled the space for a moment, and I had no idea how to fill it. Cate said I would know what to say but I was at a loss.

“I’m sorry about what I said…that day,” Marie delivered gently.

My eyes snapped up at her. “Oh.”

She sighed. “I was just angry, and I thought you were a part of it but, Emma kept saying that you would never do something like that. I just didn’t know how to reach out or say anything.”

I know the feeling.

“I accept your apology but I’m also sorry that no one came back for you. I guess it worked out, though?”

Marie sighed and leaned against her door. “Sort of. The perks are nice and I’m in crim now but I feel like everyone’s looking at me and expects something from me; almost like they’re waiting for me to fail.”

“Really? They had me convinced you’d be the black Starlight,” I teased.

Marie laughed half-heartedly. “I still want to be a hero, though, someone like her people can look up to.”

“Anyone in particular?”

Marie hesitated. “My little sister. We were both obsessed with heroes when we were younger, but I was the one who got Compound V. She always looked up to me and I want to be someone who would make her proud.”

“That’s a really admirable goal,” I complimented.

She smiled softly. “What about you? Shouldn’t you be my competition to be the black Starlight?”

My expression faltered and I looked down at my French acrylics. “No, I don’t think I have the showmanship you do. Besides, my goal isn’t to be in the Seven.”

“Really? What do you want to do?” Marie asked.

“So, I have this four year plan and if I follow the steps I am on to a T, I will graduate with a city contract and be engaged to an eligible supe.”

Usually, when I told someone my four year plan, my chest swelled and my shoulders rolled back unconsciously. This time, it felt like I was a toddler showing my mom a drawing I made in school.

“Is that it?” Marie asked.

“I know it’s more traditional and maybe even a little lame but, it’s what I want,” I maintained.

Marie nodded slowly.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, I just imagined you doing something in, like, criminal AI or stopping criminals from re-offending.”

“Both are great, they’re just not me.”

“Which is fine,” Marie insisted.

She sounded a little too eager but I let it go as we started walking down the hallway.

“What should we do about Emma?” Marie asked.

“I’ve never seen her like that before but she’ll need time to cool off.”

“Sounds good, I just have nowhere to go until the gala tonight.”

“You could come to Si Chi for a bit. I can’t promise they won’t try to initiate you, though.”

Marie laughed. “Me, in a sorority?”

“Hey, we’re getting more black girls this year so you never know!”

“Whatever but, yeah, I’d like to hang out with you…at your house.”

Even though Marie rushed the last part, a smile quirked on the corners of my mouth. It would be nice to have a new friend over and it was even nicer that there was no more tension between us.

“You know, Emma never told us the name of that girl,” Marie pondered once we got outside.

“Oh, that’s easy.” I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I reached the right one.

Shelby answered on the first ring. “Y/N, hi!” “Hey, are you on your way to class?” I asked.

“Yeah, if I’m late one more time, Professor Elix is going to make me do an improv one-woman show!” she panted.

“Well, I don’t want to slow you down but, you have class with Emma Meyer, right?”

“Oh yeah, Intro to Stage, why?”

“Cool. She told me her stage partner has an incredible Insta aesthetic, but she never told me her name and I need new inspo.”

“Oh, that’s Justine. I don’t know her last name but I’m sure you’ll find her.”

“Thanks, Shelby. Have fun in class.”

“Thanks!”

I hung up and turned to Marie, whose eyebrows were raised. “What?”

“What was that voice?” Marie asked.

“It was my voice. Haven’t you heard of code-switching?”

“Fine. Did you get the name?”

“Yes, Justine and I’ve met her.”

“What? How?”

“She’s rushing Si Chi.” I couldn’t keep the devilish smile from working its way into my mouth.

“What does that look mean?” Marie asked.

“It means that there are many more perks to being in a top house besides living in it.”

For some reason, everyone thinks that white girls have a monopoly on passive aggression and relational aggression. That was not the case at all; black girls simply are more inclined towards active aggression but we’re capable of both. I proved as much during Brink’s gala.

The ballroom was packed with board members, trustees, alumni, and the wealthiest GOD U students, the latter being my target of interest. They were all easy to approach since I had met them at some function or another.

“Y/N,” Bianca Peterson gushed as she hugged me.

Her Gucci Guilty perfume tickled my nose and I willed myself not to sneeze as I politely pulled away from her. “Bianca, it’s been too long. I think the last time I saw you was at Beta Ro’s Brunch for Boy Scouts.”

Bianca nodded, light auburn curls bouncing around her sculpted features. “Yes, we bonded over jewelry.”

“And you still have fantastic taste,” I mentioned, gesturing to the gold buckle around her wrist.

“Thank you, it was a present from Theo but I gave him a few hints,” she bragged lightly.

“How is rush going?” I asked.

“Pretty well, our pledges are shaping up nicely this year, not that they don’t every year,” she quickly added the last part.

“Of course. Do you have a lot of girls from Counting?”

“We’re interested in a couple, why? Are you trying to poach?”

I shook my head. “Not at all, I just wasn’t sure if you heard what Layla from Zeta Nu discovered.”

Bianca raised a microbladed brow. “No, I don’t think I have.”

I took a deep inhale and slowly shook my head in disbelief. “Oh, well, I should let it come from her then.”

A moment later, Bianca glanced across the room at Layla Ruthers, the president of Zeta Nu, who was smiling politely at a pair of hunched-over old men.

“In case I don’t have a chance to talk to her, what happened?” Bianca asked.

I glanced around us for a moment before leaning closer. “Apparently, a freshman posted a video about another girl’s eating disorder.”

“Really?” Bianca’s eyes widened.

I nodded. “Layla was insulted for the other girl and banned the pledge from rushing Zeta Nu. She even said that no respectable house would accept someone so low-class.”

“Oh,” Bianca uttered.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take up all your time. I should go mingle.”

I made it about two steps before Bianca gently grabbed one of my arms.

“Wait, Y/N. Did Layla say the name of the pledge?”

My eyes wandered around the twinkling lights of the room for a second. “Justine something, I think.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you later.”

“Sure!”

The rest of my conversations followed that pattern. Each girl I spoke to was shocked and horrified by my words. Plus, none of them would dare speak to the other; that would mean another house had better information than them. My final target was easily the most important one: Sydney.

In her ice-blue mermaid dress and intricate updo, she looked more like Cinderella than a gala attendee. She was standing at a table, nodding her head at something a shorter guy was saying.

“Excuse me,” I politely interrupted, “I need to borrow Sydney for a second.”

The guy deflated slightly. “Sure.”

“I’ll see you soon.” Sydney huffed a sigh of relief as soon as we were out of earshot. “Thank you, I don’t know what he was even talking about.”

“Anytime,” I replied.

She snatched a champagne flute from a passing server and downed half of it. “I can’t wait for this night to be over.”

I nodded. “It is morbid despite their attempt to dress it up.”

“Yeah, and my parents won’t stop bugging me about my future. I can only apply to so many internships and not everyone is looking for a telekinetic,” she griped. “Sorry, how are you?”

“I’m alright. Ironically, I think he’d hate the name they picked but I didn’t know him super well,” I admitted.

“Right.”

Here it goes.

“So, I think the event the other day was a success,” I commented.

“Definitely. The house was packed. It’s too bad we can’t accept them all.”

Sydney smiled as she spoke.

“I know. It’s great that there’s so much interest.” I paused for a second. “But, I wanted to tell you that something came up with one of the pledges.”

Sydney gestured for me to continue.

“Even though my social media deep dive on the pledges was thorough, something came up today that I thought you should know when considering the pledges,” I explained.

“Okay.”

“Today, Justine posted a video exposing another girl’s eating disorder. Several of the girls were upset when they saw it.”

“That’s awful,” Sydney responded.

“It’s also so disappointing since I met Justine during that event, and she was saying how women empowerment is important to her. I know that women empowerment is a huge passion for you and a foundation for Si Chi and to imagine a pledge so willing to tear down another woman infiltrating the safe space you building is horrifying.”

Despite the liquor, I could tell Sydney was processing my words quicker than any computer. Her expression shifted from shock to anger to coldness. Then, she finished the last of her champagne and set it on the table closest to us. “Thank you for telling me, Y/N. I’ll see you later.”

As she walked away, I grinned widely at the response. Bid Day was going to be even more fun and interesting than last year. To celebrate, I grabbed myself a flute of champagne and sipped it as I started to wander the room.

“Y/N!”

My body froze at the masculine voice and my mind raced with what to say or do. Finally, I decided to face Jordan. They were in their masculine form and standing at a table by themselves. Though they looked fantastic in their navy suit, they looked like they hadn’t slept in days.

“Hello.”

I practically sang it and prayed for someone to make the floor swallow me.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

“Um, sure.” I walked closer to their table and rested my forearms on it.

 “It’s good to see you,” he started. “Outside of class, I mean.”

“You too.”

Jordan nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s good.” He paused. “I’m sorry about everything.”

I looked up from tapping my nails on the tablecloth. “Wh---”

“Please, let me finish. That day…I don’t know why I didn’t just tell you that I wouldn’t throw you under the bus but I wouldn’t even think about it. How could I do that to my little freshman?”

For the first time ever, my chest warmed at the nickname. However, I tried to bite back the smile that was worming its way onto my face.

I glanced away for a moment, crossing my arms over my purple sleeveless satin gown. “Well, I guess I forgive you,” I playfully grumbled before turning back to him. “But you still did it pretty easily to Marie.”

Jordan’s expression faltered and he sipped some champagne. “Don’t mention her.”

“Why not? She’s my friend and we did a very mean thing,” I argued.

“Look, I protected myself and you that night, I won’t apologize for that. Besides, she’s still here and she’s doing great,” he spat.

“I know you’re pissed about the rankings but, those can change, especially with how hard you work and how powerful you are.”

Jordan scoffed. “That’s how it should work but no one wants to back a bigender Asian.”

His words made me stop for a second. In all the time I knew them, Jordan seemed invincible to punches, laser beams, electric shocks, and words. They made succeeding at Godolkin look so easy but it must have been anything but. Plus, Luke and Brink’s death must have impacted everything else.

“We’ll see about that,” I challenged. “There’s about thirty trustees and every board member in this room. There will have to be a few who will like you.”

Jordan hesitated. “I’m not really in the mood to promote myself.”

“Then let me talk,” I offered.

He eyed me for a while before crossing over to my side of the table and looping one of his arms with mine. “Don’t make me look bad, freshie.”

“I think that’s impossible.”

The first target was easy: a thirtysomething white guy with floppy light brown hair and an oversized gray suit. I focused on him for a moment, gathering as much information as I could.

“Trevor Emerson, GOD U alum and old money beneficiary,” I muttered to Jordan.

“Isn’t he supposed to hate me?” Jordan hissed back.

“He’s overcome by white guilt since his recent discovery that all the black and brown people who built and managed his family’s manor were not salaried employees,” I explained. “He’s dying to look as much of an ally as possible.”

Jordan straightened up. “Good job, freshie.”

“I haven’t even gotten started.” I painted a polite smile on my face. “Mr. Emerson, it’s so nice to meet you, can we bother you for a moment?”

Two guilty and three haughty donors later, Jordan and I found ourselves at a different table. It was the first time that I saw him smile that night.

“You were amazing out there,” Jordan exclaimed.

“Thank you but you also made my job a little easier being talented and whatever,” I joked.

“Seriously.” Jordan grabbed my hand. “You might have saved my ass.”

I tried to ignore the tingle that shot up from my hand into the side of my neck. “It’s okay, I’m happy to help.”

When they announced that the video was about to start Jordan sulked again. “I can’t believe they’re making us sit through this shit.”

“Me neither.” I rest my hand on top of his. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask sooner but, are you okay?”

Jordan laughed humorlessly. “No but schmoozing with you did help a little. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah.”

When we parted our separate ways, I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress skirt and approached my table. Fortunately, Mom and Dad had not burned down the ballroom with their arguing. In fact, when I got to their table, Mom was on her phone and Dad was rhythmically tapping his fingers against the tablecloth, looking anywhere but her.

“Hi, were you bored with me gone?” I asked, giving Dad a side hug.

“Not at all. I met a few board members and sold a few pictures,” he responded.

I nodded and slowly took the middle seat between them. The video was equal parts patronizing and infuriating. However, my parents’ whispers kept me from focusing too much on the video.

“Y/M/N, can you get off the phone for one second? They’re playing the video,” Dad hissed.

“I am about to cut the biggest deal of this quarter. They can send it,” Mom hissed back, waving a manicured hand for emphasis.

“Mom, people are starting to stare,” I quietly interjected.

“Let them stare. This is what’s paying for you to be here.”

“Don’t act like I don’t contribute!” Their words used to make me flinch but I forced myself to sit up straighter and breathe.

“I’m grateful for it, for both of you, really. You both paid to be here and I thought you would not want to miss the man they’re honoring,” I whispered.

Those words made Mom slowly mutter something into the phone before placing it face down on the table and leaning forward. At that same time, they flashed a picture of Brink and me across the screen. He had been meeting with my small group when the photographer appeared.

Dad squeezed an arm around my shoulder and I softly leaned into his touch.

“Thank God you lost that baby fat,” Mom commented.

“Y/M/N,” Dad said quietly.

“You know it’s true, Y/D/N,” Mom hissed back.

Suddenly, Dad’s arm felt like a boa constrictor, and I gracefully slipped out of its grasp. When the video ended, I drank a fresh flute of champagne. The bubbles instantly went to my head as I giggled at Dean Shetty introducing Marie.

She looked really pretty even though she was nervous.

“Do you know her?” Mom asked over the applause.

“We’re friends,” I replied.

“So why is she a guardian and not you?”

“She was more involved in stopping Luke than me,” I lied.

 When Dean Shetty cued everyone to return to socializing, Mom turned to me.

“Your grades are fantastic and your standing in your house is good,” Mom began. “But eligible bachelors will not notice you unless you stand out like her.”

“Y/M/N, leave her alone. Anyone who doesn’t notice Y/N isn’t worthy of being in our family anyway,” Dad defended.

Mom ignored him. “That girl, Marie Moreau, is not your friend, she is your competition. You are in the prime setting to have everything you’ve ever wanted but she could snatch it from you. You’re supposed to be able to see things like this coming, Y/N.”

“I do see things coming and I know Marie wouldn’t do that to me,” I quipped.

At that moment, Mom’s eyes bore so deep into me that I didn’t think that anyone could claw them out. Her eyes looked like they were going to bug out of her head at any moment and I could feel my breathing pick up.

“I’m sorry, it just slipped out,” I promised.

It felt like forever until she leaned back in her seat and grabbed her phone.

“Make sure it doesn’t ‘slip out’ again. Now go socialize.”

“I need a minute, Mom, I’ve been socializing since we got here.”

Mom rolled her eyes. “This again.”

“What?”

“Y/M/N, please.”

“No, no, Y/D/N, she is constantly using, what, anxiety to get out of speaking to people. You are always too soft on her and make me look like the bad guy. I’m the one helping her be normal,” Mom snapped. “Anxiety didn’t exist when we were her age, we just did what we had to do, and look where we are now.”

I wondered if Emma ever felt as small as I did in that moment. Then, I wondered if she ever made herself small to hide from people, even her mom. Wordlessly, I left the table and tried to avoid any cameras as the tears burned in the corners of my eyes.

I tried to take deep breaths to calm my trembling chest and keep my throat busy. My chest shifted from trembling to heavy and I started looking around the room.

“I hear one piano…feel two fingers…smell three different alcohols…and see---”

“Y/N, are you okay?” Cate’s voice broke me out of my rhythm and I glanced to see her sitting with Marie and Jordan, who was in their feminine form.

My chest felt much lighter and I quickly wiped away my tears. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Bullshit,” Jordan called gently.

Cate pulled me into a hug and had me sit between her and Marie. “What happened?”

“My parents, well, my mom mostly. I guess I got too anxious for her, and she yelled at me,” I rambled.

Cate smiled softly. “Then you came at the perfect time. We were just talking about our horrible parents.”

My ears perked up. “Really?”

“Well, mine are dead,” Marie commented.

I turned to her and placed my hands on top of hers. “What? I’m so sorry. How did it…”

“I accidentally killed them with my powers,” Marie explained.

“That must have been horrible.”

Marie barely nodded and I squeezed her hands. “I just told my little brother to go away during a camping trip. He never came back and my mom pretty much locked me away,” Cate confessed. “I was seven.”

 “What?” I whispered.

“I killed my grandpa with my powers,” Jordan interjected.

We all turned to her and I cocked my head to the side.

“No, you didn’t,” Cate countered.

Jordan smiled. “You’re right, I was feeling left out.”

I didn’t think that I could laugh the way I did but it felt so nice. At least I had friends again.

When I started sipping on the whiskey Cate stole, I saw a brief image flash before my eyes. There was a guy with curly brown hair covered in dirt running away from several bloody bodies. He paused for a moment and opened his hand, revealing a tiny sleeping Emma. When the vision left, Andre was standing in front of us.

“Seriously?” I complained before he even spoke.

[wh0rezs]

MIRRORBALL

PAIRING: SULLIES X HUMAN ADOPTED DAUGHTER/SISTER! READER

SUMMARY: Being the Sullies only human child is much more difficult than most realize described by Taylor Swift’s “Mirrorball”

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of parents death, abandoned issues, seeking comfort in anyone, major character death (not Neteyam)

“And they called off the circus”

“Burned the disco down”

Your family at the RDA was something you called a circus. Not all only was it your soldier mother and your scientist father but Grace Augustine and Max Patel. Parker Selfridge even took you under his wing, and your mother’s team lifted you onto their shoulders.

Trudy took you flying, Grace gave you piggyback rides on her avatar body, Colonel Quaritch would let you fire a gun, Lyle once let you glue a wig onto his bald shiny head. Your own circus. You were even deemed “honorary sister” to the child growing in Paz’s stomach. The RDA was like non-stop disco but everything good must come to an end.

And the end came with Jake Sully. You liked Jake, he was buff soldier surrounded by a bunch of skinny armed scientists, and he raced you in his wheelchair. But something changed when Jake got accepted into Omaticaya.

The scientists left RDA, moving to remote location and along with them went your father. Your mother cursed his name, saying he had gone soft hearted on the animals which plagued this earth. You felt trapped but you still had some of your circus left.

But then it burned down. A war came with both of parents fighting on the opposite sides of it. Your father in his avatar body and your mother in her helicopter. You were left alone with Max Patel, praying that they would both come back to you. Neither of them did.

Your mother had been taken out by Ikrans and your father was shot repeatedly in his avatar and then choked on Pandora’s air.

So your circus was called off and the disco burned down.

“When they sent home the horses”

“And the rodeo clowns”

After the war, humans were forced to leave, expected you and MJ. You watched as Jake, Norm and many other Omaticaya guided your family into the ship.

You had hidden out of sight but Parker Selfridge had seen you. You liked Parker. He had sure you were entertain expect that one time he forced you into school. Your parents often describe him as a clown, so you did too. But you mentioned right in front his face.

You remember everyone in the room going silent, waiting Parker’s reaction. He laughed, saying that you had spunk. Oftentimes when he was taking care of you, he would carry on the circus theme by calling the workers under him horses.

Yet here they were leaving you. You knew they did terrible things but they were your circus. Parker nodded his head for you to come out, so you did, running to him for one last hug.

“You gonna be alright,kid. I am giving you my number in case you need to call but I heard that Sully has adopted you, per your father’s request.” Parker spoke as he wrapped his arms around your back. Parker would never admit to it but he really thought of you as his kid.

A large blue landed on your shoulder, pulling you away. Jake stood way above you and signaled for Parker to start walking again. Once he reached the plane’s entrance, he waved and headed inside. You turned into Jake’s legs and cried.

They had sent home the horses and rodeo clowns.

“I’m still on that tightrope”

Before your father met his untimely demise, he asked Jake to watch over you if he died. Jake honored his promise. He had spoken to Neytiri many times about you and Neytiri knew your father’s avatar, so she agreed.

The whole adoption process was like walking on a tightrope. You had to balance out, carefully staying on that thin line. Most Omaticaya couldn’t say stuff to you, due to you being the Olo’eyktan’s daughter but you didn’t want to lose your balance, tipping off any of them. Omaticaya would never really accept you as human, especially after what they did as Hometree. Many of the People would send glances full of fury with their hands tightening around their bows.

Your adopted parents took care of you but soon they were welcoming a son. An Na’vi son. One who looked like them.

So you remained on that tightrope once Neteyam, your brother, was born.

“I’m still trying everything to get you laughing at me”

You found yourself in Parker’s position, a mascot. The human mascot for the growing family of the Sullies. You liked your baby siblings but they couldn’t tell you how proud they were of you.

As the mascot, you tried to keep your family happy. Trying to get them laughing even on the days when your adopted mother would send hateful gazes towards you.

Soon you realize that you just power through those days, and still make sure your family was laughing.

“I'm still a believer but I don't know why”

You liked to believe, considering yourself a believer. You liked to believe that you were the first born Na’vi daughter of the Sullies, a profound warrior like your mother or future Tsahík like your grandmother.

Yet you were pulled back into reality as you peered at your reflection in a stream. You had your father’s eyes with your mother’s hair. You shared their skin color, which wasn’t a blue.

You like to believe that they were still alive,too. You and them had nice little cottage inside the forest along with your human brother, Spider. Your mother help teach young Omaticaya fighting while your father took care of injuries. Spider and you grew up close with the Sullies, and at night your small family would join them, then walk to the cottage.

Yet once again you pulled back into reality as you heard Jake shout your name, calling out it was lunchtime.

You were a believer yet with painful stuff to believe and you didn’t know why.

“I've never been a natural”

“All I do is try, try, try”

Contrary to what any people believe, you couldn’t do anything relating to Na’vi training.

Unlike your siblings, you couldn’t shoot an bow nor climb a tree under 3 minutes. You couldn’t fish, hunt or fight. You were useless. Your father would tell you nonsense, saying you helped Mo’at and Kiri with healing and injuries but you couldn’t help your feelings.

So all you did was train but you were no natural. Even Spider could do more than you, but you tried. And tried. Tried again but your abilities never honed.

You weren’t a natural at anything but you did try, try again and try.

“I'm still on that trapeze”

Many years had passed since your adoption and you finally made it off the tightrope, yet now you were on a trapeze. Swinging from being a honorary Omaticaya to trying to catch onto being a human. Luckily, this time you had Spider being your trapeze partner.

Spider knew the pains of being a human in a Na'vi world but sometimes he felt closer to the Omaticaya unlike you. You felt at home with humans considering 7 years of your life you were raised by the RDA. So you lost your trapeze partner, flipping onto one bar waiting for the other one to come without the force of another.

So you were still on that trapeze.

“I'm still trying everything”

“To keep you looking at me”

In the forest, you had always tried to have someone’s eyes on you but in Awa'atlu you can’t get away from watchful eyes. As your family settled into the ways of Metkayina’s, you remained a stranger.

Strange and dangerous creature is what the Metkayina would tell their children, as they glares bullets into your skull. Then after a half of year living with them, the RDA found your family again.

Everything after that point was a blur, you can remember Lo‘ak leaving to rescue his ‘brother’, your siblings and you with the help of the Metkayina children pulling off the tracker off of Payakan.

Then the ship came and some of your siblings were taken but you and Neteyam saved them. Lo'ak convincing Neteyam to rescue Spider, which you three did but then every stopped.

You had pushed your three brothers into the water, has you held off the avatars. Just you were about to jump into the water, a searing pain flared in your chest— a bullet had hit you. Stumbling into the water, your brothers cheered until you announced you were shot.

You were brought to an rocky island where Tsireya began to address your wound while your brothers comforted you— Spider holding your hand as he talked about your childhood with him— as your parents arrived. Your final wish was to see home again— your circus, rodeo clowns and horses. To stop believing, and trying. To finally come down from that tightrope and trapeze.

You felt peace as you walked through the forest,reveling in your new home with your father and godmother Grace.

Jake and Neytiri were brought to first time you three were a family. Oftentimes, you would flicker in between you as child to you as an adult. Though you would always mutter the same sentence.

“I tried everything to keep you looking at me.”

[iliketangerines]

shower sex

a/n: mmmmm grace...save me grace...

pairing: grace augustine x afab!human!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), shower sex, porn without plot, finger fucking

you sigh and let yourself stand in the spray of hot water, trying to wash away the grime and stress of today

Selfridge had decided to be selfish, unsurprisingly, and had in short, told you and Augustine to get your shit together despite him also denying every idea you and Grace tossed at him

at this point, you might actually toss him into the aggravated environment of Pandora without an exomask just to see him suffer

neither you nor Grace can do shit without his permission, and it was frustrating you to no end and left you angry and pent-up

hence the long very hot steaming burning scalding shower, in an effort to keep yourself calm and also try to wipe away the thoughts of just throwing Selfridge into Pandora without any defenses

you hear the door open to the bathroom and spot Grace standing at the doorway, her hand on the door knob and towel wrapped around her body

she tilts her head at you, a silent question to join, and you nod your head, listening to the click of the bathroom door slide close behind her as she discards the towel

the steam rushes out of the glass bathroom shower stall, and Grace quickly shuts it after entering the hot steam of your shower

she hisses, turning down the heat and asking if you were trying to boil yourself alive, and you shrug your shoulders and say that you might as well with how Selfirdge was suffocating you

you light scratch at your scalp, digging your fingernails into your skin to try and ease the tension, and Grace sighs and steps underneath the spray, replacing your hands with hers

there’s no gentleness in her hands as she washes your hair for you, quick and efficient and rough, but you relax underneath the rough treatment either way

no nonsense Grace, that was the woman that you loved, and you knew that this was her way of showing that she cared, even if she was just a slight bit rough around the edges

her fingers work through the strands of your hair as she slathers conditioner into your hair, and then she turns around, a silent demand for you to wash her hair

you turn around obediently, pumping her shampoo into your hands and scrubbing them through her hair

you’re a bit more gentle, taking care to scratch and rub out any tension in her head just as she had done for you, and you can see her shoulders drooping and relaxing

her breaths are quiet and labored as you work your fingers through her scalp, and you lightly pull her backwards to have the spray of the water wash out the soapy shampoo

as the water washes it out, you pump some conditioner into your hands and apply it to the ends of her hair, letting it sit in her hair to moisturize as she stepped aside so that you could wash out your conditioner

her hands attach back to your head, making sure not a single trace of residue remained on your hair before she finally turned back around to let you wash out the conditioner

as you finish, she turns to you, hands grabbing onto your waist, and Grace sighs and pulls you in, resting her forehead against yours

it’s a quiet moment, only the sound of running water covering the silence between you too, but you understand what she’s saying

the frustration for the both of you was gathering, sitting in your gut with no way to release without harming Selfridge

well, there was one way you could think of and with the way one of Grace’s hands slither down to squeeze your ass, you think that she’s thinking the same thing

you open your eyes to look at her, and she opens her eyes to look back at you for just a moment

and then she’s on you, lips pressing against yours and pushing your back to the glass wall, sending a chill up your spine at the contrast of the cold of the wall and the heat in the air

her mouth is relentless against yours, swallowing every small sound you make as her thigh slots in between your thighs and rubs against your clit

you gasp at how her thigh grinds against you, the wetness of the water only aiding in the slickness, and your hands grip tighter onto her shoulders, digging the blunt ends of your fingernails into the muscle

she grunts at the pain, only grinding her thigh further into your clit in response, and you moan into her mouth, closing your eyes at the feeling of her hands moving and squeezing and grabbing at every part of you

her lips finally leave yours to go and suck hickeys into your neck instead, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh before running a tongue over the wound

you sigh and whine as her teeth sink into you, one hand trailing down to in between your thighs and replacing her thigh with her hand

the heel of her hand grinds into your clit, putting firm pressure onto the sensitive bud, and two of her fingers slide into you

they bend expertly, knowingly, into the one spot that makes your head tilt back and thud against the glass shower wall as you whine

your pussy clenches around her fingers, trying to bring her in deeper, but Grace only mumbles something into your skin

you can’t comprehend it over the sound of the spraying shower and the haze in your mind as she massages your sweet spot

your thighs clench around her hand, but she doesn’t stop, the resistance only making her grind her palm further into your needy clit and making you whine her name

Grace only mutters into your skin something incoherent, too absorbed with marking you up with her teeth, and her fingers fuck into you

even under the loud spray of water, you can hear the obscene sound of your pussy trying to suck her in deeper, your want still dripping out of your legs and down Grace’s hand before being swept away by the water

you whine and squeeze your eyes hut, hips bucking forward as you cum on her fingers, and you pant into the air, thighs twitching and trembling as she continues to fuck you through your orgasm

it’s relentless how her palm grinds into you and how her fingers continue to assault the spot that makes you see stars

but she raises her hand up to kiss you once more, to swallow your every sound and every moan and whine

her hand slows to a stop, and you pant, resting your head against your shoulder, and she whispers into your ear that the two of you should take this to the bedroom

you barely have time to nod before she’s turning off he shower knob and dragging you out of the glass shower stall into your bedroom, not even bothering to dry the two of you off

she’s insatiable in every single way, and you wouldn’t have her any other way

[tarrynightss]

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 ~ 𝓅𝓉. 𝟤

Read part 1 here

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x fem!reader

Warnings: Lots of angst, mentions of death due to childbirth, descriptions of skeletons

Summary: Colonel Miles Quaritch had once again opened his eyes in a new body. The body of his enemy. Everything he knew had changed and the only comfort he could find was in the memory of you, his lost lover. He longed to see you again, but what would happen if he did?

“Welcome back, colonel.”

Miles’s mind still reeled hours after waking up. All the memories that had been transferred into his Recom body flooded in, too much to process at once. He remembered exactly who he was, yet could not find that man in the mirror. He was a clone, a Na’vi version of someone who had been dead for many years. He felt disturbed every time he raised a hand or when his new tail would swat against his legs. He was an alien, one that his old self would’ve been disgusted to look at. 

If it hadn’t been protocol, Miles would’ve preferred not to watch the video Quaritch had left behind for him till a few days later. His brain already rattled with placing the weight of a million memories. As he went through his day he routinely saw flashes. People, places, situations which had played out. It made him even grumpier than when he had woken up, but he was not to the type of man to flake on his duty. 

Corporal Wainfleet floated near him as Miles geared up to watch the video message, his subordinate already having had a few extra days to get used to their situation. Lyle insisted that these messages were nothing, their old selves having put little care in actually making them informational and so it would be over in a blink. 

It was odd to Miles to see the man he was supposed to be so clearly on screen, disorientating even. 

It was ironic how Quaritch had raved on about how he was definitely not going to die in the upcoming missions. Lyle snickered when that part came on and exchanged a knowing look with Miles, who’s mouth curled up into a smirk. 

All of it was fairly easy to digest rambling just as Lyle had said, or at least it was until a woman came on screen. 

“Miles? What are you doing?” you questioned as you spotted your fiancé sitting in front of a camera, instantly raising your suspicion. 

Quaritch’s hand reached out to grab yours as he attempted to be as casual as possible. “Just doing a videolog, sweetheart, Selfridge wouldn’t get off my back about it.” 

One eyebrow was still raised as you weighed his answer, your head slightly cocked to the side. He shot you a grin and pulled you smoothly onto his lap to distract you. 

“I’ll visit you at the lab later, okay?” he asked before he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. 

You seemed too startled to protest, the man’s actions pulling a tiny smile from you. When you raised your hand to place it against his cheek, the light caught on the little golden ring around your finger. 

“Fine,” You kissed him once more. “Finish up your weird little project.”

You giggled as you scooted off of Quaritch’s lap, his hand lingering on your ass just long enough to make you swat at him and shoot him a warning glare. He watched as you walked away, ensuring the door had been completely shut behind you before he spoke again. 

He looked at the camera, the grin still slightly playing at his lips. “That was… well, I suppose if you get my memories, you’ll know.” 

His humor seemed to drop as he got lost in thought, his face turning more dire. “I do not know how this will end, but I do know that she’s important. Perhaps even the most important.” He pointed a finger at the camera. “You’d do well to remember that. Now, where was I…”

Miles had cocked his head at what played out in front of him, his ears twitching. Of course he remembered you. The sound of your voice alone elicited an automatic response from his body; instantly becoming more alert and his stomach oddly fluttering. You had been Quaritch’s fiancé, the woman he loved more than anything. 

The way his heart ached for a woman he himself had never laid eyes on nor touched felt odd. He decided that he would do a quick search through the RDA’s database for you, but that would be it. He had been brought back to exact revenge on Jake Sully, not to rekindle a romance that wasn’t even truly his. 

‘Wanted for violation of 3:67a under the RDA handbook. To be taken in alive’ blinked in big, red letters above your profile when he pulled it up. You had been labeled a traitor when you had joined forces with Jake Sully and the Na’vi. Miles breathed out harshly through his nose. That settled it then. You had betrayed them, had betrayed him, so that your status had been marked as unknown shouldn’t bother him. But god be damned, it did. He saw that Quaritch himself had put in the effort to plaster that you were to be taken in unharmed all over your profile, shaking his resolve. The Colonel really had cared for you, and though the heart in Miles’s chest was brand new, it beat at the memories of you. 

He shook his head. He had no time for this nonsense. He had a mission to fulfill and a second chance at killing Jake Sully, and if he succeeded, you too would be avenged. That’s what he owed Quaritch, nothing more. 

—

Miles wished he could move him and his squad out of the base already, but two and a half weeks had quickly passed before everyone was fully ready to go. The RDA seemingly preferred to hide its Recoms, keeping their bunks tucked away somewhere in the back of the compound. They were poked and prodded daily, run through all kinds of tests and expected to shut up and do nothing more than what was asked of them afterwards. It made Miles want to snap their necks in half when the science duds would stroke past his tail or braid like he was some part of a god damn petting zoo. He was a seasoned Marine who had earned his stripes and respect, yet little of that prestige seemed to be left now. 

At night when he laid in his bunk, he would dream of Quaritch’s life. Memories would play out so vividly he could almost smell the scent in the room or the taste of the human food he’d been eating on his tongue. And many, many, dreams involved you. His sweet lover who would kiss him so tenderly or laugh with him as he made a crude joke. Your touch felt real - your fingertips warm when they stroked over his skin and your lips soft and pliant when they met his. When he would awaken again in his bunk, alone and cold without your body pressed up against his, the days would feel even heavier. 

Right before he went on his first mission, Miles also had his first nightmare. Quaritch had been pissed about something, something that seemed so stupid now but had set him off in the moment, taking his anger out on you. You had sat on his bed in complete silence as he slung insult after insult at you, shouting about how you had no sense in you, how he had no idea how a ditz like you could’ve made it this far. No doubt by opening your legs just like you had done for him, he had noted, which caused hot tears to start falling from your eyes. Only then had the former marine noticed what he was causing and wrapped you in his arms so tightly that you almost couldn’t breathe, regretting every word he said. He held you as you sobbed quietly and mumbled in your hair how sorry he was, that he was a stupid asshole who was in fact the one with shit for brains. When Miles started waking up he could still feel the sensation of your tears dripping down onto his skin. Even when he had still been human, he had always been a monster. 

The first mission was a success, Miles and his squad easily able to move around on Pandora without all of its inhabitants jumping up to kill them. The forest was just as lucious as he remembered, its plants reaching out and glowing every step of the way. It was beautiful, and that was exactly where the danger layed.

“Hey, Colonel!” Lyle shouted over, making Miles turn around. 

The lieutenant pointed the barrel of his gun at some piles of rocks. “Look familiar?”

Miles squandered over with a frown on his face, assuming it was going to be some kind of joke. When he looked at the piles, he noticed the top stones sticking out of both seemed to have something edged into them. It were marked graves, he realized. He brushed his hand over one, clearing off the moss and other build up from over the years. 

‘Grace’

Heh, couldn’t say he wasn’t happy to hear that she bit the dust. He turned towards the second one, repeating the same process until his fingers could make out the grooves of a name. He froze. 

“That’s… isn’t that-“

“-yes!” Miles bit out at Lyle and he instantly shut up. 

It was your name that was edged into the second stone. 

His heart bounced so hard in his chest that he almost felt faint for a moment. You were dead? It sounded completely unreal to him as he said the sentence in his head. Had the dream been a bad omen? Some kind of sick way to rub the fact that he could never make up for what he’d done in his face? He shook his head. No, he didn’t believe in any of that shit. He worked with facts and indisputable evidence.

Miles slung his gun onto his back before he plopped down onto his knees without hesitation, pushing away the rocks covering your supposed grave and starting to dig. 

“What the fuck,” Z-dog whispered to Ja in the background, Miles’s squad looking at him as if he’d gone mad. 

A million thoughts raced through his mind. Did you get hit during the battle? Did you get sick and die? Did the Na’vi end up turning on you? He couldn’t remember ever having felt this panicked before, feeling his blood rush through his veins. It wasn’t long before his digging fingers hit something hard. His hands trembled as he brushed away the remaining dirt, a skeletal face being revealed to him. There was no way of telling whether the remains belonged to you, every bit of clothing or flesh having stripped away over the years. 

Ja approached, his head cocked to the side as he took in what he could see. “Do you want me to take a look?”

Miles snapped his head towards him and glared, almost baring his teeth at the thought of anybody touching you. It was foolish, Ja only having offered because he was their medic. If any of them could tell anything about the remains, it would be him. Miles’s arms and legs felt filled with lead as he stood up, slowly nodding his head at Ja as he calmed himself down. The man’s eyes flicked nervously from his boss to where the remains laid as he approached. He uncovered the skeleton carefully till it was fully revealed, examining it for any obvious injuries. He had assisted in identifying bodies during his time in Iran, but he was nothing close to a professional. 

Ja hummed in consideration. “This is not my expertise, but…” he pointed towards the lower area of the skeleton. “The pelvis seems to indicate it was a female, and the extended separation of the pubic bones…” He ran two fingers past the inside of the pubic bones, confirming his suspicion. “Plus the parturition pits found there indicate that she had recently given birth. Died fairly quickly of complications I would say.”

Miles’s face warped into a grimace and he could feel bile rising up in his throat. “How- how long would it take for the body to be this decomposed?”

Ja shook his head. “I can’t say. Sometimes it takes weeks, sometimes years. You would have to take it back to the lab to run some tests.”

Could it have been Quaritch’s child that you had been carrying? The sick image of an almost monstrous baby ripping its way out of you sprung to the front of his mind. Had that been his final gift to you? 

“Do you want us to prepare the remains for transport?” Lyle asked with a dire expression. 

He too remembered you and knew how much you had meant to that old man. He could see the Colonel bucking under the weight of those memories. 

“No,” Miles said, his voice booming as his jaw tightened.

He pushed Ja aside to squat down by your remains, taking one last look at it before separating your femur from the rest of your body with a sickening snap. The other's ears folded flat at the sound. 

“This is all we’ll need,” he said stiffly. 

His heart still raced in his chest but he tried with all his might to ignore it. He would have all of this confirmed before allowing his mind to go there. This could be a trick, a planted body to be found. 

He had to be careful not to reduce the small bone in his hand to dust as they prepared to return to base. 

—

It had taken the science nuts a whole excruciating day to confirm anything to Miles, and when they had, he had not been pleased. He had slammed the lab coat who dared repeat to him that the DNA retrieved matched yours against the wall, snarling in the little man’s face. It was only the movement of one of the man’s colleagues towards the panic button that made Miles drop him. The Recom had felt like he was in some kind of blur as he made his way back to his bunk afterwards, a pain in his heart that felt near unbearable. You, the love of his life according to all his memories, had died giving birth to his child. 

When he got to his shared room, Lyle instantly fled after seeing the Colonel’s tortured face, recognizing instantly that he’d want to be alone. Miles sat down on his bunk and pressed his face into his hands. The pressure he put on his skull made his eyes hurt, but he didn’t care as grief washed over him. He grieved the woman who had loved him unconditionally in his mind, feeling the loss more than he could’ve ever thought was possible. Those nights where he would dream of your touch had been what kept him going, what withheld him from feeling completely lonely and unwanted. He had his team, but that was different. They were having their own struggles with adjusting to this life, and he felt nothing more than brotherly loyalty towards them. 

Miles laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, wishing he could stop thinking and just fall asleep. Was his kid still out there? Or had it died together with you? At the moment he doubted he would ever even want to see it, the image of your possible last moments still making his stomach turn with dread and anger. He tried to focus on a memory of you, and quickly found his favorite. 

“What’s this?”

You had smiled as you took in the potted plant sitting on top of the table, a wonky bow wrapped around it. It was a Binary Sunshine, a well-beloved type of zooplantea, carrying both features of a plant and of an animal. Two little bulbs stuck out of the stem, blue light reflecting off your hand when you touch them. 

“You seemed to like that plant,” Quaritch told you as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Thought it would be nice to have your own.”

Your eyes twinkled as you looked at him, overjoyed with the gift. “I love it.”

The plant would grow far larger till the point that its bioluminescence would be able to light up a room. 

You walked over to Quaritch and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him. “What did I do to deserve this, huh?”

He breathed in deeply, your body so soft against his. The plant near you glowed more brightly, the light blue shifting to a larger shade. You glanced over with a frown as you observed the response. Binary Sunshine’s respond to danger in the environment, but also recently had been shown to intercept stress hormones. A smirk crossed your face. Oh. 

You pulled away slightly to observe his face, an uneasy smile twitching on it. “Or are you making up for something, hhmm, colonel?”

He shook his head and rubbed a hand over your hip. “No sweetheart, but, well…” 

You watched with curiosity as Quaritch pulled away, your mouth dropping open when he fumbled with getting something from his pants pocket. Tears instantly sprung to your eyes as he revealed a golden ring to you, offering it towards you as he got down on one knee. 

When he spoke your name he sounded more nervous than you’d ever heard him. “I know I’m no easy man. In fact I’m old, I’m rude and have more enemies than friends, but if you stay by my side, I promise to do better.” The most genuine smile spread on his face as he looked at you with admiration. “I love you, and god knows what’s wrong with me but I want to marry you. I want the whole white picket fence bullshit with you when we get back to earth… So what I’m trying to ask is; do you want to marry me?”

Your hands flew to cover your mouth in glee as you stared down at him with wide eyes. Was this actually happening?! You could barely believe it. 

Quaritch’s gaze flicked over your face nervously as he waited for your answer, the plant on the table shining more brightly by the second. 

“… YES!” you said finally, laughing as you stook your hand out at him. 

His face shone with pride and happiness as he took your hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. It looked right, like it was meant to be. 

You had jumped into his arms as soon as he stood up, planting kisses all over his face as you expressed how much you loved him. Though you had always been a happy sort, he had never seen you glow this way. There was no doubt in his mind that he had made the right decision. 

Miles stretched his arm out and examined his hand. No ring, no tan skin, no Quaritch. And in the quiet, empty bunk, there was no you either. 

—

As more weeks dragged by, Miles convinced himself that you must’ve been put into a new body just like Jake Sully had. He had to believe that to keep any scrap of sanity, the frustration of fruitless missions and the leers of those who should’ve been his subordinates growing by the day. The Recoms were not even allowed to eat in the regular kantine anymore after Lopez knocked someone out with his tail by accident. They had to sit in some back room now, their large bodies almost pressed up against each other on the far too small benches. He remembered how Quaritch could get lunch delivered to his room if he wanted. He used to hold leverage over others, had connections. Now, he had nothing. His title as commander allowing him to do little else but throw him and his squad into danger. 

At moments where he was alone, Miles would think of what it would be like to find you again. It wouldn’t matter if you were in a Na’vi body, it would be perfect in fact. He felt certain that old Quaritch would’ve wanted your new selves to have another chance. He wasn’t exactly him, but he was close, right? You were his love too, and surely you would feel the same when you saw him again. Most of his fantasies didn’t include the possible kid, assuming that it was far too unlikely that a tiny baby had survived what a grown adult couldn’t. But when he did allow his mind to drift there, he pondered about what the child might look like. Would it look more like you, or like him? He imagined a little boy with big blue eyes, and then a girl with beautiful hair like yours. Any combination would’ve been beautiful, and his heart sank at the thought of never being able to see it. 

—

Another mission threatened to turn into a dud when Mansk had whistled, alerting the squad that he had spotted something. Tracks of bare footprints that were far too large to be a human’s were pressed into the mud, and the trail seemed fresh. Miles grinned at Mansk and then the rest of the team in victory. Finally, they would come in contact with a native outside of the endless attacks on their supply trains. 

You hissed at the stubborn children in front of you as you pulled your son closer to you by his arm. You, Taw-pei, Jake, and Neytiri had told them all a thousand times that they were not to come near the old shack. There was so much room left to play on in the forest, but of course they would not listen. Lo’ak, Kiri, and Spider had averted their eyes as you scolded them, young Tuk pouting as she stared up at you. 

“Mom, we just wanted to see,” Spider told you, his lips pulled into a thin line. 

“See what?!” you questioned. “There is nothing but death there!”

You yourself had avoided the old shack like the plague for all these years, not wishing to be faced with what laid there. You had left Quaritch’s body to rot, knowing that the Na’vi would be displeased with showing even more respect to the murderer. You had already carried his ring with you, and as you would come to find out months after his death, also his child. You were already more than pushing your luck. 

The way Spider averted his gaze with a saddened expression told you all you needed to know. You stroked a giant hand over his hair and shook your head lightly. You did not want to upset him, but there was truly nothing for him at that rotted away shack. He would find no answers there. 

Just as you were about to say more, you heard the faintest of rustling nearby. Your right ear twitched and you turned your head, the wind carrying a hint of a foreign scent. A scent that was all too familiar to you and widely disliked by the Na’vi. Soap. Chemical, human soap. 

Your eyes went wide and you turned back to the children. “Leave.”

They looked at you with confusion but you pushed Spider in his back to rejoin the group. “Leave! There’s no time to explain!”

It was clear that they didn’t want to, but as they saw the fear edged onto your features, Lo’ak picked up Tuk and spurred on Kiri to start walking, recognizing that danger was close. 

“Make haste,” you told them, eyes scanning the greenery around you in panic. You didn’t see anyone yet, but you were certain they were coming.

The Sully children had almost completely disappeared into the forest already when your son turned back to you. 

“Mom…”

“Go! Find Taw-pei!” you hissed angrily. 

Spider could sense something was terribly wrong, and the young boy hesitated to leave his mother behind. Only when he heard the first snap of a branch did the boy gasp and quickly run away. 

You stayed put. If you fled or hid now you had a good chance of escaping, but what if they followed the children? They were much slower, not as good at covering their tracks. You would rather ensure they had enough time to reach home by dealing with the humans head on. 

A shaking breath left you as you grabbed your bow from your back and aimed an arrow at the direction of the noise. Your heart pounded. You were no true warrior nor hunter, knowing barely enough to supply for yourself and defend your family. 

When the smell came closer and the plants moved to make way for the carriers of it, your ears dropped. These things were far too large to be human. 

Piercing yellow eyes stared back at you, large blue hands holding machine guns in its grasps. Avatars. You felt startled, having heard some talk of it but nothing concrete. 

“Drop your weapon!”

You gathered yourself and hissed loudly, not dropping your bow even an inch. A group of what must be at least 10 Avatars poured out from the bushes, all offenses raised as they approached you. 

“Weapon down, now!” The one with blue glasses shouted again. 

Your tail flicked against your legs wildly. It would be a waste to get yourself shot. You would perhaps be able to take out one of them if you were lucky, but that didn’t seem worth it. 

“You too,” you spoke in English as your eyes traveled past the group. 

One of the men in the middle stiffened at hearing your voice. You narrowed your eyes as you took in his face, something about it seemed so familiar… 

“Shit,” Lyle breathed out in shock and lowered his gun. His head snapped towards Miles.

The Colonel stood frozen, his lips slightly parted. As he took in your form there was no doubt left in his mind about who you were. He had thought about this moment so many times, but now that it was actually happening he had no clue what to say. All he could do was stare as he watched a look of realization appear on your face. The vibrant blue of your skin dulled as you lowered your weapon in clear horror. 

“M-miles?”

Not the reaction he had hoped for exactly, and he swallowed harshly. 

It felt like you couldn’t breath as your mind raced as to how this was possible. Miles hadn’t had an Avatar, and even if he did there was no human left to control it. But the facial features, the voice, something about this thing was clearly Colonel Quaritch. You shook your head. No, no no no no. You had killed him, you had tried to forget him, this couldn’t be happening. 

You could feel yourself start to breathe rapidly as you panicked. What would this mean for you and Spider? For Taw-pei? For the Na’vi? What did this even mean regarding Miles being dead or not? 

Your blood rushed in your ears as you tried your hardest to breathe. You couldn’t stop looking at the Avatar resembling your dead fiancé. Flashes of Quaritch’s face as his life seeped out of him seared through your mind. You could smell his blood, could feel his cold, stiff hands against yours as you cradled his body for far too long. He had started to feel so wrong after a while, and the smell… It had not been foul, but you had smelled death, a scent that made every primal instinct in you want to flee, and now you could never forget it. 

Miles took a step forward, and watched as your pupils narrowed, the grip on your bow tightening. 

“Don’t come closer!”

You didn’t trust this, your hair standing on end as you got a good whiff of his scent. It wasn’t just the soap that made them smell different. There was no trace left of Quaritch in his scent, which was an odd thing for an Avatar to be lacking. The biology should at least allow for some similar smell signatures. 

Miles let his gun hang by his hip and put his hands up in the air to show he meant no harm. The grass crunched softly under his feet as he approached, feeling confident that you wouldn’t shoot. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s me.”

Your lips twitched in discomfort. After all these years his voice had started to fade in your memories, even his face sometimes seeming so unclear. To hear him speak again almost brought you to your knees.

“I’ll prove it,” Miles said, your distrust clear to him. ���I gave you that plant when we got engaged, remember? The Binary - uhh.. shit- binary…”

“Binary sunshine.” The name fell off of your lips in a whisper. 

A grin appeared on his face. “That’s the one.”

Was it really him? You couldn’t imagine someone having noted such unimportant information down. Miles had hoped that you would look relieved, perhaps even happy, but instead your expression went from uncomfortable to horrified. 

Your feet braced in the ground as your muscles tensed. He shook his head lightly at you as he saw the shift in your stance. His eyes warned you. Don’t do it. You swallowed heavily as you moved your foot back, taking your first step towards freedom. 

“Cuff her.”

The muscles in Miles’s neck strained as he raised his gun, the barrel pointed directly at you as his team sprung into action. You tried to make a run for it but were quickly caught by Lyle, his hand grabbing onto your braid. You cried out in pain as another man moved in to tie your hands behind your back with some kind of slap on device. 

Furious eyes pierced into Miles as he watched, his love hissing at him as if she would rip his throat out if she had the chance. He told himself that you were just confused and that you would see reason soon. All would be okay now. 

After being captured, you didn’t say a word. All you did was glare as the Recoms dragged you around the forest, bumping into the old shack almost instantly. You had tried to struggle against going into the clearing, but the woman holding you only tightened her grip, hissing at you to play nice. 

You had turned your head away when Miles approached the remains of his AMP suit, your chest heaving. Did this thing know what you did? Or was he about to find out? You couldn’t imagine he would be thrilled. 

An odd feeling spread its way through Miles as he took in the skeletal remains of his old self. They had laid here, out in the open, for 15 years, neither you nor the RDA seemingly ever having attempted to retrieve them. He took Quaritch’s skull into his hand and observed it. Such a great man with so much power, yet his bones were dwarfed by the hand of the Recom. Impulsively, he closed his fingers around it tightly till the skull turned to grainy powder in his hands. 

His ears folded back as he let the fragments of Quaritch’s skull drop to the floor in disgust. “Lyle, see what footage from the suit can be salvaged.”

You inwardly prayed to Eywa and squeezed your eyes shut. Would he kill you if he saw what you did? You thought of your son and of how devastated he would be if you never returned. Telling this Miles about your son might make him spare your life, but what then? You would rather die than let your son be captured, unable to estimate what the humans would do to him. Taw-pei would take good care of Spider, you were sure of it. 

After a bit of cursing and struggling to find a stable connection to the suit’s database, Lyle found what they were looking for. 

“The last recording only lasted for about twenty minutes,” he told Miles, who nodded his head towards the tablet. 

“Transfer it. They should be here any moment.”

The delay in him finding out the truth was of little comfort to you as a helicopter soon ascended down to bring the squad back to base, your last chance to escape gone.

—

Miles watched you through the two sided mirror, a lab coat by his side keeping an eye on your vitals. You hadn’t said a word for hours now, sitting on the cold ground of your cell with your knees folded up against your chest. It gave him a chance to take a good look at you. Besides some facial features and the outlook of your eyes it was hard to tell that it was truly you, your lean body clad in sparse Na’vi clothing and a lot of your hair braided and decorated with beads. If he saw you run by in a flash he would’ve never been able to separate you from any of the natives.

“All vitals look good,” the woman next to him said as she noted something down in the computer. 

He felt relieved. The scientists had to strap you down to a table to examine you when you just came in, and you had snapped your sharp canines at them multiple times. By now he knew perfectly well what it was like to be prodded like an animal, so he couldn’t exactly blame you for your anger. 

“It’s definitely her Avatar,” the scientist confirmed. “It seems that her consciousness has made a complete transfer to this body.”

Miles wasn’t interested in hearing much more than that, eager to talk to you already. Now that you had had a bit of time to sort your thoughts out you would no doubt be more approachable. 

When the door of your cell slid open and Miles walked through, you raised your head weakly. You still didn’t speak as you watched him approach you till he could squat down in front of you. His eyes drifted from your face to your neck where a necklace sat. In the center holding it together was a ring, tiny against your body but instantly recognizable. The rest of the necklace was adorned with beads and every now and then a flat, emerald colored stone. It definitely looked handmade, specifically designed to carry around the ring that no longer fit your giant hand. The realization that you had kept your engagement ring filled him with hope. 

He breathed out your name. “I know this is all confusing, and I will try my best to explain.”

Your expression was stoic as you stared back at him. 

Miles’s tail swished uncomfortably. “Colonel Quaritch had a clone with Na’vi DNA made for him in the case of him being killed during action.” He placed one hand on his chest. “And that would be me.”

Though you still didn’t respond, he saw that your ears flicked in interest, clearly paying attention. 

“Do you remember when he recorded that videolog? You found it odd, but he never explained it. Well, it was meant for me, and I have all of his memories and personality up to that point,” he told you. 

Your brow furrowed as he watched you maul it over in your head. Though the plans had never been disclosed to you, you could see that it was within the bounds of what was possible. 

“So… you are not him.”

Your words hit Miles like a ton of bricks. On paper, no, but did you not see his face or hear his voice? He shared all the same memories as him, the only difference was this new body. He had felt certain you could see through that. 

He scraped his throat. “If you want to go the formal route then no, I’m not, but it’s the same as your situation. You are no longer human either.”

You shook your head. “But I’m not a clone.” Your lips pulled into a thin line when you saw the disappointment on his face. “It is not a bad thing, but it is different.”

Miles didn’t understand. This is not how it played out in his mind. Though this was a lot, he had thought you would at least be a bit happy to see your fiancé returned from the dead.

“You are just tired,” he said, more so to assure 

 himself. You kept quiet.

His ears perked back up slightly when he realized it was now his turn to ask questions. “We found your human remains, and… Well I need to ask, was there a kid?”

Your eyes widened in shock and he could almost hear your heart beating in your chest. 

When you shook your head it was unconvincing. “N-no.”  

You were not a good liar and a smirk snuck onto his face. He said your name in a tone that made it clear he was onto you. 

You averted your eyes. “I didn’t know.”

His hand found your knee, squeezing it in a comforting manner. Of course you didn’t, otherwise you would’ve never sided with Sully. You would’ve surely stayed with him. 

“I know,” he told you with a gentle smile. “Is it alive?”

He saw your throat bob as you considered lying again, but ultimately you spoke the truth. “He is.”

He. A son. He had a son. If he wasn’t scared you would claw his eyes out he would have hugged you. He hadn’t felt this much joy ever since he woke up, finally feeling a meaning to his life outside of revenge again. Old Quaritch wasn’t here anymore to take care of his family, but Miles was. He could have everything; a wife, a child, a family. Finally it was all coming together. 

He practically shone with hope as he leaned in even closer to you. “Listen, though we are both not our old selves, we have gotten another chance. We would be fools not to take it.”

In his joy he didn’t notice how you shook your head, hands attempting to push his away from your body. 

“We could be together again,” he continued with a wide grin. “Quaritch would’ve wanted this too. He would want his family to be together in whatever way possible. Sweetheart, we-“

“-NO!” 

He flinched as you shouted in his face and finally forced his hand off of you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you stared at him in a mixture of grief and horror. 

“Miles, I’m mated to someone else.” 

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can u make a enemies to lovers with neteyam or jake? x fem!reader? xx!!

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Pairing: Jake Sully/fem!reader

Summary: Y/n doesn't like being outranked by Corporal Jake Sully, and Jake doesn't like Corporal Y/n's attitude. This rivalry eventually stretches past their human existence.

Warnings: Military attitude, one-way thinking, implied brutal death, enemies to tolerated allies to lovers, alien prejudice/racism? (that one's a little tough to word I guess), swearing, etc.

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: Thank you for your patience, and sorry it took so long!

Also, Jake and Neytiri don't end up getting together and having kids in this one. I couldn't bear to do my Mama dirty like that.

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Corporal Y/n L/n was many things. Tough, capable, determined, and loyal. The RDA was lucky to have her... at least that's what she tells people. No task was impossible and no mission was too dangerous. Y/n followed her orders down to a tee, so you could imagine the anger she felt when her loyalty was shoved aside in exchange for wheelchair-bound Corporal Jake Sully.

There's no such thing as an ex-marine, and yet Y/n has never met the next closest thing until she met Jake. Honorably discharged after the loss of his legs in Venezuela, Jake was only in Pandora for the sake of the RDA not having to waste millions of dollars on an avatar whose rider, Jake's twin, is dead. Technically, Jake shouldn't have been mingling with the war dogs at Hell's Gate and should've stuck to the scientists. But Selfridge and Quaritch had other plans and had asked Jake to go undercover as their eyes and ears among the Na'vi.

Y/n didn't think Jake deserved all the credit he had been given after he managed to insert himself with the Omatikaya, and she voiced her opinion to him, "What'd you have to do? Bat your cat eyes at them?"

Jake knew when he was being mocked, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes back at her, "They accepted me after I told them I was a warrior from a neighboring clan."

"Seriously? What clan?"

He had the gall to look bashful in front of her, the tips of his ears turning pink while muttering under his breath, "The Jarhead Clan?"

She laughed in disbelief and likely disgust, "Are you kidding me? 'They fell for that? If it's that easy, maybe Quaritch doesn't need you after all. I bet we could just walk in there claiming we're all from the Jarhead Clan."

"They're smarter than they look, and I don't see you volunteering yourself to communicate with them." The marine sassed back, his attitude getting the better of him.

"They're not worth my time," Y/n shrugged, nonchalantly, "They're clearly not smart enough to handle me if they ate up your punk ass lies."

"You don't exactly have anything better to do. Other than complaining, I guess."

She snaps her attention back to the man in the wheelchair, eyes glaring into his soul. It wasn't every day someone had the guts to match Y/n's cold exterior, and she didn't appreciate being badmouthed by the rookie who just got a lucky shot of working the same rank as her, "Watch yourself, Sully."

He smiled, the bastard, turning his chair in the direction he wanted to go, wheeling away, "I gotta head out. Unlike some folk, I actually have a mission to accomplish."

~~~

The scientists were moving out. Apparently, Dr. Augustine was spooked at the idea of Parker breathing down the neck of her operation so she's bringing her avatar team up to Site 26 in the mountains, Sully included.

Y/n was strutting down the hall and happened to catch Jake after he left the control room to let Quaritch know what was going on. She noticed a suspicious-looking smile on the marine's face and something didn't sit right with her at the sight of it. Without much thought, she held her foot out and it abruptly stops the wheelchair in its tracks. Jake peered up at her, his smile quickly fading when he realized who it was, his jaw tightening.

"You're smiling." She stated her observation out loud, gracing him with a frown to match, "It's not a good look, much less a normal look for you. Just remember whose side you're on, Sully."

How could she have possibly known what he might be thinking? She couldn't have known he was smiling at the thought of getting away, wanting to forget all about this place in exchange for seeing this world through the eyes of Neytiri.

No. There's no way she could know that. As suspicious as Y/n was, she was blind to everything Jake has experienced out there. He leans close, staring up at her with those hard, daring eyes, "I do. My side."

~~~

It bothered Y/n to learn Jake had betrayed them. Did she expect it? Obviously. So it bothered her all the more that she expected it. She could have prevented this by stopping Jake from leaving or reporting him to Quaritch, so why did she let him go?

She decides that she can fix this mistake by helping blow up Hometree and further help in the battle waiting for them in the Hallelujah Mountains.

Did she feel regret watching the magnificent tree crash down, likely killing hundreds of Na'vi in the process? Only for a moment, her mindset now on her orders to return back to Hell's Gate. Best foot forward, she manned the gun as they flew to the Tree of Souls, only to be ambushed by the Na'vi, astride direhorses, and ikran. Y/n didn't feel regret gunning down as many as she could after watching the bastards kill her friends and acquaintances, people she worked with for years and formed bonds with living on a moon so far away from home.

She was thrown from her gunship, however, before she could fully enact her revenge. As she fell to her death, she watched the battle going on above her. She watched her gunship being tossed around by the devil itself, the Great Leonopteryx, larger than any ikran she had ever seen. The beast and its rider, Toruk Makto himself, smashed Y/n's gunship against the side of one of the floating mountains, and she's forced to watch it explode in debris and flame. Her heart drops, however, when the blades of the ship came spiraling through the air and toward her falling form.

That was the last thing she remembered before everything went black.

~~~

FIFTEEN YEARS LATER...

Instead of black, she's blinded by an overly bright hospital light. Only, Y/n wasn't in a hospital and she felt like she was lying on top of a stainless steel dissection table. Disorientated and sore, Y/n focused on the voice of the doctors (were they doctors?) surrounding her field of vision. They instruct her to take it easy and flex her fingers. When she lifts her hand to do so, she's suddenly wide awake and self-aware.

Her hand was blue.

~~~

Following her resurrection came the other Recoms of Project Phoenix. Z-Dog and Wainfleet were next, then Ja, Brown, Fike, Lopez, Prager, Walker, Warren, Mansk, and Zhang. Most of them she knew back at Hell's Gate, or at the very least was acquainted with them. Finally, Quaritch came to and Y/n couldn't lie how entertaining it was to watch the colonel wake up and immediately kick in his fight or flight mode. It didn't help that Lyle thought it would be a great idea to greet Quaritch with his new ugly avatar mug. Later on, Wainfleet admitted that he already forgot about his new body and didn't think how the colonel would react, and in response, Y/n laughed and called him an idiot.

~~~

Their temporary resurrection and reunion were cut short when they arrived back on Pandora. Quaritch gets them to work immediately after receiving his orders from Ardmore and the Recoms are sent out into the wild to test out and see if the moon would react to their presence. So far, they hadn't triggered any immune response. No animal attacked them and the plant life kept still. The new and improved avatars track down the old shack where Quaritch breathed his last breaths, locating his remains and extracting the old footage from the AMP suit.

What they didn't expect to find there was a human boy, running around, acting like one of the Na'vi, apart from his breathing mask and exo-pack. He was about sixteen and clearly someone who had been left behind in the initial evacuation when the humans were driven off Pandora. When they captured him, he introduced himself as Spider Socorro, none other than Paz and Quaritch's son. But Spider wasn't very adamant at the idea of the colonel standing over him being his sperm donor.

"You're not my father! My Dad is Toruk Makto! He's on his way to save me! He knows I'm here, and he's going to kill every single one of you!"

That bit of information only enraged Quaritch even further, and Y/n couldn't exactly blame him. First, Jake betrayed his own kind, killed many humans, forced them to go home with tails tucked between their legs, and now he's raised Quaritch's son up and brainwashed him to be an animal.

The Recoms take Spider's threat to heart and secure him, keeping him tied up in the center of their circle as they wait for Ardmore to come and pick them up. It was dark and it had started to rain. They kept their backs to each other and kept their eyes peeled on the jungle line. And yet, they never saw him coming.

It was all a blur. Due to the darkness and the rain, Y/n was one second too late to realize that she had been separated from the group as the Recoms were getting picked off, one by one. There was the familiar sound of a grenade launcher being triggered before Y/n had the time to dive down and cover herself to the best of her ability. The explosion goes off somewhere nearby and her ears begin to ring, debris of dirt sprinkling down on top of her. The shouts from her team slowly die away, following the sound of Ardmore's ship picking them up. She tries catching her breath, her mind not yet realizing what had happened just as hands began to grab at her shoulders, her instincts driving her to fight or flight mode.

She kicks them away and scrambles to put a distance between herself and the stranger, lifting her AR in her arms and pointing in their direction. In front of her stood a tall Na'vi man, only he had the traits of an avatar-- a very familiar avatar.

The snarl she let out wasn't as human as she was used to. It was more feral and she tried not to let it surprise her, "Shit. Sully."

Jake Sully's eyebrows furrow at the voice, eyes frantically scanning her form. Definitely an avatar but dressed in camo and currently pointing an AR at his face. The voice sounded strangely familiar, but it wasn't until he noticed the name patch on her bulletproof vest did his eyes widen in recognition. He peered back up at her eyes, tilting his head, "L/n?"

She cursed again, rage pooling through her eyes as she gnashed her sharp teeth at him, "Traitor!"

Y/n goes to pull the trigger, but something from behind had clubbed her in the crook of her leg, forcing the limb to give in and collapse against her will. She shouts and the trigger slips, the gunfire missing Jake by an inch as he barrels forward when the moment of opportunity strikes. He wrestles the rifle out of Y/n's hands and pushes her to the ground, using the orange slap-cuffs she possessed and using them against her, restraining her hands behind her back. Y/n snarls and hisses like a wild animal caught in a trap, her ears and tail lashing violently as she's forced face down into the mud, the whole front side of her wet and cold with the rainfall still pouring like nobody's business. With her head tilted off to the side, she realized her attacker was none other than Spider with a large branch still heavy in his hands. With his captive secure, Jake stood up and stepped toward the human boy, kneeling down to meet his height and checking him over for injuries or cracks in his mask.

"You alright, kiddo?"

"Yeah," Spider breathes, smiling faintly when Jake gently knocks his knuckles against the glass of his mask affectionately. 

"Good. Let's get you home. Your sister's probably worried sick."

That was news to Y/n. From what she understood, Quaritch and Paz only had Spider, unless the colonel was getting around. Looking back, Paz could have cozied up to others, but from the few encounters Y/n had with her, she didn't seem like the type. Socorro was high maintenance. 

Still left on the cold, wet ground, Y/n continued to struggle until Sully remembered that she was there, and the bastard had the gall to smile down at her while patting Spider's shoulder proudly, "Well, son... not bad for your first catch."

"Go to Hell!" She screeched back. This had gotta be the worst night of her life.

~~~~~~~~~

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all the love (under a mistletoe) . benedict bridgerton

pairing ; benedict bridgerton x female!reader

synopsis ; modern!au. you have been in love with your best friend's older brother for years. on Christmas eve, things finally come to a head.

wc ; 6k

warnings ; explicit lanugage, some allusions to reader having a shitty family, christmas angst, pining, one mention of margaret thatcher

note: i'm not british (english isn't even my first language) so pls excuse any inaccuracies in any slang etc etc... also this was supposed to be a smutty thing and no instead it's exclusively tooth-rotting fluff so I'd like to apologize.... merry Christmas??? if anybody does want a steamy part two... well, hit me up I guess!

i stole the title from britney spears' my only wish (this year)!

You never thought something like Christmas at Aubrey Hall could exist outside the hour-and-a-half runtime of Hallmark movies. They've got it all - the stockings above the merrily crackling fireplace, the Christmas crackers twinkling on a long table, the boughs of holly climbing up doorways. It's like a Selfridges on the 21st of December just vomited all over the place.

"Seriously," you say, blinking in a mixture of awe and fear, "how big is this thing?"

Eloise, much more accustomed to her family's display of wealth and Bridgerton harmony, shrugs without looking away from her phone screen. "No idea. Benedict is like 6 feet, and that thing is twice his size, so, like… 12 feet? I don't know, it's Christmas. You do the math."

She turns away, still glued to an Instagram page plastered with pink graphics informing about various social issues in carefully-designed typography, and leaves you standing alone in the entrance hall. If you didn't like the Bridgertons so much, you'd be the first to say their Christmas tree is obnoxious. It's a ridiculous thing, wide enough to commandeer half the room. It's covered top to bottom in tinsel, dark blue ornaments dangling from every branch and reflecting the light until the thing looks less than a tree and more like a hallucination one might have two hours into an LSD trip.

The London townhouse you've crashed at more than once after a night on the town gone to shambles is impressive enough, but the Brdigerton's ancestral home in the countryside is a whole other beast. From the sprawling gardens to the sheer endless rooms, from the stucco ceilings to the servant stairs, from the life-size portraits of nineteenth-century family members to the white marble busts, you half expect a tourist group to round the corner at any moment. You're pretty sure you saw a hedge maze on your way in.

Sure, you've known your college best friend Eloise Bridgerton was loaded, but you didn't expect this. Then again, her sister is married to a Duke and shows up on the Sun's front page semi-regularly, so maybe this one was on you.

"So what do we think? Sufficiently Christmas-y or too much?"

You sink your teeth into the tail-end of a scream, letting out a strangled sound instead. Benedict Bridgerton really is six foot tall, and fuck him for that. Couldn't he at least have been some sensible height? Five reasonable feet and seven nice inches? Has he got to be perfect? Has he got to be the six feet you've been dreaming about for the past four years in increasingly more frenzied fashions? 

He stands with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, with his hair tousled and his face relaxed into the same friendly, good-natured smile he always gives you.

"Uh… What?" Immediately, you curse your lack of eloquence. And earlier on the ride over, you'd sworn to yourself that, for once, you wouldn't act like an actual idiot in front of him.

Benedict, grinning, points forward. "The tree."

"Oh." You crane your neck back to look at the star mounted to the top, floating somewhere above the marble railing hugging the walkway to the second floor. "Well. It's very… big."

Benedict chuckles. "Yeah, I agree. I did tell Mom it was excessive, but she insisted. I'm pretty sure Hyacinth would mutiny if she ordered anything under ten feet."

You hum, faintly wondering what it must feel like to get a tree, let alone one big enough to get put up in front of the Rockefeller center. "Hyacinth can be pretty persuasive," you acquiesce, thinking with a shudder of the time the prepubescent girl stared you down until you gave her your brand-new Charlotte Tillbury lipstick. Sort of like being bullied out of your lunch money.

"You can say that again." 

Benedict falls silent, and for a moment, you just stand there, side by side, staring up at the tree. Dean Martin drifts over from the dining room. Your stomach is on the most terrifying rollercoaster ride of its life. 

Then, out of nowhere, Benedict says, "You're wet, by the way."

"I…" You splutter. "What?"

He nods down toward the floor. "Your shoes, I mean. You're soaking the rug."

You follow the line of his eyes down to your boots, still caked in the snow and sludge you drudged up on the way up the ten-mile-long driveway. A grey puddle has accumulated around you.

"Bugger," you mutter. "Eloise did say I could leave the shoes on…."

A conspiratorial grin crosses Benedict's face. He says, "Remember when you and El caught me smoking that joint in the study? I won't tell if you won't."

This is the thing: Worse than Benedict's six feet, worse than his messy hair and blue eyes and dimples, worse than all of that, is that he's actually nice. A genuinely good guy who talks to you like you're more than just his little sister's best friend, more than the annoying girl that gets invited to family holidays because her home life isn't the best, who moons over him at every turn. That's the thing that keeps you hoping, stubbornly, stupidly.

"Maybe you should go change for dinner," he suggests. "I'll take your suitcase up for you."

"You don't have to!" you protest, even as he's already bending over to retrieve it, even as you're secretly glad you won't have to try and lug that thing up all those stairs yourself.

"It's fine." Benedict waves you away, then tests the weight of the suitcase. "Jesus. I thought you were only staying for three days. What the hell did you pack in here?"

The sight of your bedroom floor at home, every inch covered with discarded clothes and toiletries and last-minute Christmas present purchases, overcomes you like a war flashback. "Uh… Books," you say, falling into step beside him as you climb the stairs together. "I brought a lot of books."

If Benedict knows you're one of the worst liars in England, he doesn't let it on. Instead, he hums Wham! 's greatest hit while ascending the stairs two steps at a time. You try your best not to stare at his butt when he overtakes you and focus instead on the plush velvet carpet and the actual footsteps you leave on it, cringing.

You follow him down a long corridor, past decorative Chinese-style vases filled with out-of-season greenhouse flowers. "This is your room," Benedict says, pushing the door at the end of the hall, somewhat separate from the others, open with his hip. "Eloise is just down the hall."

Like everything else in Aubrey Hall, the room is so tasteful you're scared to touch anything. Held exclusively in shades of pastels, in the softest blues, pinks, and creams, a huge four-poster bed is pushed to one wall, flanked on both sides by nightstands. The opposite side of the room is covered in floor-to-ceiling French windows that offer a spectacular view of the grounds, powdered with snow. Somebody lit a fire in here too, and above the mantle…

"Oh, God," you squeak, staring at a huge oil painting depicting perhaps the most miserable-looking man you have ever seen. Margaret Thatcher and her iron lady posturings have nothing on this bloke.

"Right, that's Uncle Barnaby." Benedict deposits your suitcase on a stuffed armchair. "Us kids just call him Uncle Fester."

"Yeah," you say slowly. "That checks out."

Benedict laughs. "Sorry, you got stuck in this one. All the other guest rooms are in the West wing, and Mom figured you'd be more comfortable not being that far away from everybody else."

The West wing. You get the sudden, spectacular image of yourself in an ankle-length lace nightgown wandering down stone hallways with nothing to light the way but a single, flickering candle. If you can fantasize about Gothic romances set in your own home, you decide, you should start thinking about downsizing.

"Right." Benedict runs a hand through his hair, and you track the movement, watching the muscles rippling in his forearm. He's wearing a grey cashmere sweater, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The sight could make a stronger woman swoon. "I'll let you get settled in."

You don't want him to leave. All your time spent with Benedict is stolen, clipped, bookended by family dinners, or movie nights with his sister. The closest you've ever gotten to him was when you all crowded into the back of a cab on your way to a club, his thigh pressed against your own and his arm awkwardly angled somewhere behind your neck. Just half an inch of space between you, but your ribcage cracked open like somebody wedged a crowbar in there.

"Where are you sleeping?" It's a desperate attempt to prolong the moment, to keep him in this room alone with you for just a little longer, and you regret the question the moment it's out. Either he now thinks you're a stalker or, even worse, that you're secretly trying to draw up a layout plan of the estate to prepare for your inevitable heist. You wouldn't be surprised if there were several million pounds in cash stashed in a vault somewhere in Aubrey Hall, and rent in London has reached astronomic heights. Who could blame you for indulging?

But Benedict doesn't look concerned. Instead, he pauses just a step or two from you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours, and answers, "I'm right next door. Just knock if you need help with anything."

For a split second, Benedict's hand finds the curve of your spine, fingertips pressing through the thick knit sweater and painting a shiver down your back. It goes through you like a bolt of lightning.

Then he draws back as if nothing happened, gives you a crooked, curling smile, and leaves, pulling the door shut behind him.

You drop down onto the mattress with a groan, bury your face in the 400-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets, and pretend you're not actively trying to strangle yourself. 

"Well," you mumble, voice muffled by the pillowcase, "Happy Christmas to me."

+

Christmas dinner with the Bridgertons is a bizarre experience. Everybody talks over each other, Hyacinth and Gregory chuck spoonfuls of peas at each other, Colin spills a whole ladle of gravy across the tablecloth, Anthony and his wife Kate spend half the meal whispering to each other and the other half stealing kisses, Eloise starts debating politics with Simon (who isn't half as stuffy as you expected a duke to be) at the top of her lungs, and Benedict drinks at least five glasses of sparkling wine before his mother takes the bottle from him.

You watch the whole thing with a feeling in your stomach like a bullet wound.

After a dessert of indefinable mush Hyacinth swore up and down was her homemade plum pudding, you move to a large sitting room. There is a second tree in here, this one a little less obnoxious and covered in homemade ornaments, the exploits of eight children and countless pre-Christmas arts and crafts sessions. The crackling fire paints flushes into the family's cheeks and gives the whole room a homey, rustic atmosphere that seems at odds with the overall elegance of the house.

Everybody is allowed to open one present. You think you see the instantaneous regret on Violet Bridgerton's face when her youngest son unpacks his new portable speakers with a whoop of joy loud enough to bust several eardrums. Watching the pandemonium unfold before you, you sit squished into a corner of the sofa beside Eloise, your hands trapped under your thighs, and try not to feel out of place.

Maybe this was a mistake, you think to yourself. Maybe you shouldn't have intruded on a family holiday as you are, regardless of Eloise's invitation. It must have been a pity thing anyway, what with you saying you were just going to stay in London for Christmas, in your shitty flat with the broken radiator and the leaking pipes. You pretty much guilt-tripped her into that by mentioning the frozen curry you were planning to get from the Tesco frozen section, now that you think about it, and God, you were definitely forcing yourself on them, weren't you, and they were all just way too nice to mention it and…

"Here," Violet's voice tears you from the downward rollercoaster ride about to plunge neck-deep into the pond of anxiety. "Merry Christmas."

She places a flat present in your lap, wrapped in deer-print paper. 

"Oh," you say softly, and your chest feels tight like somebody is pulling a cord taut around it, "you didn't have to…."

"It's just a little thing." Violet has the kind of smile so warm you suspect it could melt ice cubes within seconds. "We're so happy to have you for Christmas."

You feel self-conscious as you unwrap the present, aware of all eyes on you. The paper reveals a picture frame, simple yet tasteful dark wood that feels smooth and supple against your skin. Behind the glass is a watercolor painting, a study of a tulip. The pink petals seem almost life-like in their detail as if a drop of dew should drip off the edge and roll down the picture any moment. You can practically feel it, wet and cold against your fingertip.

"Eloise said you're very fond of flowers. I thought you might find a place for it in your room."

For a head-spinning, gut-wrenching moment, you think you're going to cry. "I… thank you," you choke out. "It's… lovely."

Violet smiles and pats your hand. "It wouldn't be Christmas without a present. You didn't think we'd forget you, did you?"

They move on to Colin, who tears at his wrapping paper with such eagerness he gets a papercut, but you feel stuck. There is a lump in your throat, and you clutch the picture too tightly. Somehow, you realize, you did think they'd forget you. Only that's not really right. To forget you, they'd have to think about you first, and you can't imagine any of the Bridgertons wasting a single thought on you, apart maybe from Eloise. Sure, you spend more time at their house than in your own flat, but that doesn't mean anything, does it? It's not like your own family misses you much this Christmas. You've gotten more than used to being invisible.

"I want this one," Benedict says and, to your horror, lifts one of the presents you left there earlier. "I like the sustainable vibe."

Feeling obliged to get presents for everyone, you'd spent yesterday running through a department store for at least three hours. Mostly it's boxes of chocolates and a book for Eloise, stuff that diminished your already meager savings more acutely than you'd planned for. And then it had come time to choose something for Benedict, and you'd spent an embarrassing amount of time agonizing over possible presents. By the time you'd made it home, only to realize you'd forgotten to get wrapping paper, all the stores were closed. So you'd wrapped everything in the newspaper the ancient couple living next door hadn't picked up off their welcome mat yet. They're in Cardiff visiting her sister for the holiday, and you're supposed to be watering their plants while they're gone. Which is a task that might be a bit hard to accomplish, seeing as you're currently several hours outside of London. 

"Oh, that's… that's mine," you pipe up, then immediately clear your throat. You've somehow managed to sound like a cartoon mouse. An especially squeaky, pathetic cartoon mouse.

Benedict glances at you, gives you a smile he most certainly inherited from his mother, and says, "Perfect."

Whatever that's supposed to mean.

He has a similar approach to unwrapping presents as his younger brother, but at least he doesn't injure himself in the process. As you watch him, your heart beats somewhere in your throat. Suddenly you're right back where Violet picked you up, on the verge of anxiety about to perform one of history's most spectacular dives.

It might be dramatic to say that your whole life depends on whether your best friend's older brother likes the gift you picked out for him, but apparently, that's where you are now. In the most pathetic turn of events of all time, you're pretty sure the trajectory of your future hinges on this moment.

The improvised wrapping paper floats to the carpet like that plastic bag Katy Perry immortalized in her magnum opus Firework. For a moment, Benedict says nothing, staring at the gift in his hand.

"I can… If you don't like it, I can just return it," you say, even as you start frantically searching your memory for where in the world you put that receipt. Your heart is pumping blood through your veins at a pace that makes you dizzy. "It's not a big deal. It's fine, it was…."

Benedict holds the box of watercolours in front of his chest like some sacred artefact. He opens the lid and peers inside, examining the different shades wordlessly. Then he closes it, looks up, and right at you. A beat passes with him just looking at you, with your heart fluttering its feathery wings against the cage of your teeth, with you squirming in the spot. And then Benedict smiles, wide and bright and honest. "I love it," he says, "thank you. It's fantastic."

Your chest caves in.

"Oh," you whisper, half deaf over the rushing of blood in your ears. "Okay. Cool."

For a second, it looks like Benedict will say something else, like there are words forming on the tip of his tongue, and you feel like you're clinging to a cliff's edge by the tips of your nails. But then Hyacinth pulls the box from his hands to look at the paint, to run her fingers over the shades, and the moment passes.

If somebody asked you later, you wouldn't be able to tell them how the rest of the unwrapping goes. It's all a blur, a mirage of different exclamation and laughter and more or less well-thought-out presents that passes in front of you like a supercut, all of it accompanied by a playlist consisting mainly of Mariah Carey and Michael Bublé. You stay in your spot on the couch, still sitting on your hands, trying not to think about the way Benedict looked at you. Trying not to dream.

When the younger kids rope Colin and Anthony into a game of charades that requires an exorbitant amount of physical movement, you help the others clean up the abandoned shambles of the dinner table. Benedict is doing the dishes in the kitchen when you enter carrying a pale of plates so high you see nothing but the dried gravy Jackson Pollock sprinkled all across the edges.

"Careful." Benedict's fingers brush yours as he takes the plates from you and places them gingerly on the countertop.

"Thanks," you mutter, then spend just one second staring at the broad expanse of his back, holding your hands uselessly in front of you, before turning back toward the dining room, intent on finding something else to occupy yourself with.

Benedict's voice stops you. "Do you want to help me?"

You whirl on your heel embarrassingly fast, clearing your throat when you find him smiling at you. "Uhm. Sure."

He nods toward a dish towel on a rack and asks, "I wash, you dry?"

"Yeah. Sounds amazing." For a second, you genuinely consider slamming your head into one of the kitchen cabinets. Since when has drying dishes ever sounded amazing?

Benedict gives no indication that he thinks you might be the weirdest girl he's ever met, though, so you take that as consolation. He's rolled up the sleeves of his dark blue button-down again, his arms elbow-deep in the sudsy water of the sink, and you pretend not to notice the droplets running down his skin. Outside the window, snow falls in thick ribbons, covering more of the grounds. The faint sound of the Bridgertons enjoying themselves drifts into the kitchen's silence.

You accept the pan he was washing and start running your towel over it. A wet stain soaks into your dress where you press the Teflon-coated edge to your stomach.

"We can put the plates in the dishwasher later," Benedict says, filling the silence gaping like a canyon. "But I think the big stuff we should do by hand. Pots and pans and all that."

Unsure how to answer, you nod. Your mind is whirling, reeling, somersaulting. For so long, you've wanted to be alone with Benedict, have imagined it, dreamed it, conjured it up in your mind. And now here you are, and you can't seem to open your mouth. And it's not even like you have nothing to say, quite the opposite. You have so much to say you don't know where to start.

Like: You look great in that shirt. I hope you like my present. I think you're a great artist. If the Torys keep passing that PM cap around instead of letting us vote, I'm going to scream. I think capybaras are criminally underrated, and I'm glad they're having their moment on social media. How do you feel about turnips? I might have been half in love with you since the first time I met you.

Benedict, putting an end to your spiral, says, "It can be a lot, right?"

"Sorry?"

"The whole thing." He jerks his head in the direction of the dining room, an indulgent smile on his face that tells you all you need to know about Benedict's feelings for his family. "The whole Bridgerton Christmas chaos."

You shrug, lowering your head so he can't see your face, can't see whatever emotion might betray you. "I like it."

"Even Hyacinth's plum pudding? I think that could pass for a murder weapon."

"Yeah," you say, and find that your voice is much too sincere. "Even that. It's not… I've never had this." You cut yourself off immediately, not even sure why you said it in the first place. It's much too easy to be honest with Benedict, and it scares you in ways you can't describe.

"What do you mean?"

It feels like an impossible task to look at him, so you don't. You're too afraid of what you'll find - pity, maybe, or incomprehension. How could someone like Benedict possibly ever understand?

If you turn on a TV around Christmas time and watch a commercial or a movie, if you walk down a shopping street and look at the advertisements playing on screens or smiling from posters, if you pick up a holiday-themed novel, there is a certain feeling being sold to you: of warmth and joy and community. Of smiling grandparents and colorful sweaters. Of presents heaping like molehills beneath gleaming trees. Of roasts and mashed potatoes and peas and carrots and Christmas puddings and beaming families devouring them in perfect harmony. It's the same feeling you encountered right here in this house, in the perfect rooms populated with perfect Bridgertons. In those images, people are always happy.

Christmas, to you, has always been terrifying.

"It's not…." You hesitate. "In my family," you say finally, and hope your voice sounds steadier than it feels, "it's never been good. It was just a lot of yelling, and… I've never had this. The laughing together and enjoying each other's company and all that stuff. The love. And I… I look at it, and I can tell, you see? That it's just so normal to you guys, I think maybe you don't even notice it. But I do. And it just… it doesn't really seem fair."

You don't wait for an answer, instead turning away from him in a way you hope makes it clear that this is not an avenue of conversation you want to pursue. It's like you've just stripped yourself bare in front of him, exposed yourself to his ridicule and his gaze under the unforgiving kitchen lights. It's like you have handed him a map to the innermost parts of yourself. All those ugly, pathetic parts you've spent your life hiding.

Benedict seems to understand because the next thing he says is, "Thank you again for the present."

For a beat, you close your eyes. There, you think. You've got what you wanted. He's ignoring it. He's looking away.

You chance a glance at his side profile, at the furrow between his brows as he scrubs at a particularly stubborn bit of charred carrot sticking to the pot. "You're welcome," you answer. "I'm glad you didn't think it was shitty."

"Why would I think that? It's perfect." When you chuckle, shrug, when the self-deprecating note sneaks into the sound, Benedict ceases his scrubbing to look at you. "I mean it. It's really special."

"It's not even…." You hesitate, wondering if maybe you're fishing for compliments here. Whatever, the validation feels nice, and Benedict seems willing to give it to you, even if he probably finds you annoying. "It's not even a very creative gift. All things considered, you know?"

Everybody knows Benedict likes painting, even though there was some botched stint with the Academy a few years back. He eventually dropped out, but you don't think his aspirations changed.

He shrugs and turns back to the pot. "It is to me. My family all seem to think I'm not serious about the whole art thing, so it's nice to be acknowledged. It doesn't happen that often."

You pause to glance at him. Thrown into relief by the golden spill of the light, bracketed on one side by the winter night, for a moment, he's so pretty you feel your stomach clench. 

"But you're so…" You break off, swallowing. Your mouth is so dry your tongue sticks to the roof. "Everybody sees you."

"What do you mean?" Benedict looks at you with real confusion scrunching up his face, and you feel almost stupid.

Helplessly, you shrug, dry the last drops of water off the pan, and put it down on the counter. "Just… People always notice you, you know? When you enter a room or when you go somewhere. I just thought… I thought you must feel really acknowledged. Like all of the time. I don't know."

Your heart is beating so furiously that you wonder if he can hear it. Embarrassment leaves a bitter taste on your tongue as the words escape you. Now he really should file a restraining order, you think. It would be perfectly justified, with you exposing just how much attention you've been paying to everything he does. God, you're a freak, aren't you?

When he smiles at you, there's something sad to the expression. "I've noticed," he says, forming the words carefully, "that what most people acknowledge about me is my family. But that's not the same as acknowledging me. That's not the same as seeing me."

For a moment, you imagine what it must be like. There was such warmth in that room earlier, such joy and love, but there were so many people, too. All of them loud and charming and lovely. All of them wonderful. All of them captivating in their own way. How easy must it be to get swallowed up by the sheer force of all of them? How easy must it be to feel passed over as the second of eight children, always surpassed by somebody else? Always somebody cleverer or funnier or more lovable? Sometimes, you think, it must be a lonely thing to never be alone. Sometimes, you think, he must feel invisible.

"I do," you say, and your face feels hot, your voice sounds far away, your palms are sweaty. "I see you."

Something in Benedict's gaze changes, something transforms, and then he whispers your name, holds it in his mouth like something precious. "I think you…." He swallows, and his eyes rake over your face as if he's searching for something, as if he's hoping for something, and finally, he pushes on, his voice as uncertain as you feel, "I think there's so much more here than you realize. Because I do, too. I see you. And I know you're lonely, and I know you're scared, maybe even as scared as I am, but I think... I think maybe you don't have to be."

It's like being on a frozen lake, right in the middle, side by side, moving step by step, nothing solid in the world but his hand in yours.

He takes a step closer to you at the same time that you move forward, his hip bumping yours, his gaze on your mouth, his knuckles knocking against yours, your breaths hitched, your hands shaking, your head spinning…

"I've got more dishes," Kate chirps, stepping into the kitchen. Immediately, you and Benedict jump apart. You busy yourself with drying the pot furiously as he accepts the new pile of tableware, eyes on anything but you. Then, completely ignoring her brother-in-law, Kate wraps an arm around your shoulder and leads you away. "I'm supposed to tell you guests don't have to do dishes. And that's coming from the hostess herself."

If Kate noticed anything off between you two, she doesn't comment. But you could swear you see her casting a long, searching look at you when she deposits you on the couch.

You spend a little longer enjoying the overall Christmas charm of the night. You and Eloise pull apart a cracker together, put the paper crowns on each other's heads, and sit on the rug by the fireplace for hours, chatting, ignoring the general mess around you. When Violet starts making people sing Christmas songs whether they want to or not, you excuse yourself. You've been hiding yawns in the crook of your elbow for the past half hour anyway.

On his way back in from the bathroom, Benedict almost bumps into you in the doorway.

"Oh," he says, steadying you with a hand on your shoulder, and then you both say sorry simultaneously. By now, the eggnog and the absolute shame of whatever passed between you in the kitchen have caught up to you and you giggle like a school girl, staring at the bit of skin exposed where his shirt is unbuttoned.

"Off to bed?" Benedict asks. His voice is gentle enough that, for a moment, the yearning resonates somewhere in your bones.

You nod. "I'm tired."

"Okay." It might be wishful thinking, but he sounds almost disappointed to your ears. "Sleep well, yeah?"

It's definitely wishful thinking. Right?

"Hey, Ben!" You glance over your shoulder to find Hyacinth grinning at the two of you with something in her eyes you can only describe as the glint of the devil. A dawning sense of horror sends a shiver down your spine. "You're, like, right under the mistletoe, you realize that, yeah?"

Following the line pointed out by her finger with your eyes, you feel the dread pooling in your stomach. And lo and behold, above your eyes, fixed to the doorway, is an unassuming twig of mistletoe.

Have you mentioned that you feel like you're in a Hallmark movie? One with an exceptionally uncreative screenwriter?

When you finally tear your wide eyes away from the mistletoe, feeling helpless, you find Benedict already looking at you. "Ignore her," he says, smiling the smile of the long-suffering. "Hyacinth just wants to stir up trouble. It's fine, nobody's going to make us…."

"Well." From her perch on the arm of Anthony's chair, a saint-like expression on her face, Kate looks once from you to Benedict. "It is tradition."

And then, to your horror, she winks at you. Your stomach plummets down to your feet.

Benedict stares at Kate like she just told him she thinks the moon landing was faked. "I… I don't think…."

Anthony, after exchanging some private glance probably only decipherable to spouses, shrugs and leans back in his chair. "I agree," he says. "It is tradition."

"And a very nice tradition, too," Daphne affirms, crossing her legs and taking a dainty sip from her wine glass. No wonder not even the gossip columns ever have anything bad to say about her. She's perfect. "It would be a shame to let that opportunity go to waste."

With a look on his face you can describe only as aghast, Benedict turns to you. “I… uhm… Is it… okay?"

If you lived in the nineteenth century, you'd be asking a servant to bring you your smelling salts by now. Slowly, you nod, even though you're so dizzy, you're not sure you don't completely mess up the movement. "It… it's fine, yeah," you agree.

Benedict's hand finds the side of your face. You're so aware of all the eyes on you that, for a moment, you think you might be sick all over Benedict's shoes. He's so close you can feel his breath on your face and smell his cologne. Your toes are going numb.

"You sure?" he mumbles, leaning even closer, only an inch separating you. He has very kind eyes. If you said no now, you know he wouldn't even be mad.

Beyond words, beyond any thought past oh god I can't believe this is really happening oh dear god he's about to kiss me, you just nod. 

"Oh, for god's sake!" That's Simon. "Just kiss the girl and be done with it, Benedict."

So he does. It's little more than a quick press of dry mouth to dry mouth, but your heart almost beats out of your chest. You feel his fingers tighten against the side of your face, feel his slightly-chapped lips, taste the eggnog and the chocolate and the wine. Then, when he pulls away, just for a beat, he lingers, his exhale a gasp, and for that instant, it's like you're the last two people on the planet, like he's the only thing that matters, like nothing existed before you and nothing will after you're gone. Suspended in time.

"Great!" Eloise calls, throwing her hands into the air. "First, Colin starts going out with Penelope, and now Benedict is snogging you. Will you people ever leave my friends alone?"

A collective burst of laughter travels through the room, and then the chattering returns, the paused music resumes, and you stand there, unsure what to do with yourself, unsure how to continue on when it feels like the whole world just shifted an inch to the left and nothing is where it's supposed to be anymore.

Benedict's hand is solid against the small of your back. "Will you… will you stay a little longer?" he asks, his voice hesitant.

It doesn't sound like he just means tonight. You don't think he just means tonight.

You swallow, exhale a shaky breath. And then you say, keeping your eyes on nothing but him, "Yeah. I'll stay."

Benedict beams. It's a sight that lights up his whole face, rivaling that ridiculous Christmas tree out in the Bridgerton's entrance hall. "Lovely," he says. For a beat, his eyes flicker back to your mouth, but then he just grins. "Merry Christmas."

You can't help it - you laugh. There's relief in the sound, the kind you haven't felt in a long, long time. Here, with the fire crackling and Gregory and Francesca delivering what could perhaps be the worst rendition of All I Want for Christmas Is You the world has ever known, it feels a little like maybe, just maybe, being seen isn't half as scary as you thought it was.

"Yeah," you agree and slide your fingers into the spaces between his. "Merry Christmas, Benedict."

You never thought something like Christmas at Aubrey Hall could exist outside the hour-and-a-half runtime of Hallmark movies. But, God, are you happy you were wrong.

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Echoes of Eywa's Child.

chapter 1.

(Neteyam x Human!Reader series)

Pending....Pending....

Date: December 21st,2170.

Location: Office,Unit 4,Avatar Department,Human Outpost Biolab,Hallelujah Mountains,Pandora.

Time: 10:15 AM.

A long time has passed since I've known about this once alien planet. 4.4 light years away,a world full of life,like a lost paradise,sat idly in silence,away from the death and destruction that has scattered over Earth like a goddamn plague.

The ones before us saw the danger of it all,and yet they turned a blind eye,all because the climate change and the fractures in the atmosphere caused by the heightened levels of carbon dioxide wouldn’t affect them in the long run. They’d be dead anyway by the time it got too serious. So much for doing the right thing.

I wasn’t even born when they discovered Pandora,though until I actually got a grasp of reality and gained consciousness like everybody does at 5 years old,I’ve actually wondered if the so-called “Goldilocks Zone” existed somewhere else. If God smiled upon the universe and gave another planet the privilege of life.

Trust me,I have no idea how I even got here. So much time has passed since I’ve breathed in the polluted air of Earth,but I guess it’s for the benefit of all.

Guess we'll do it like they always do,huh?Start from the beginning of it all.

Pending...Pending...

Date: January 26th,2170

Location: Home,New York,USA, Earth.

Time: 12:43 PM.

Nobody ever thought that a girl like me would end up the head leader of the Avatar Department,or an important person in the Resistance. And I gotta say,I never quite imagined myself becoming this. I dreamt of stages full of fans,as my fingers gave birth to heart-shattering riffs. Of poetry books released under my very own name,painting the pages with complicated feelings and sensations,all of a broken and imperfect human heart. Of having my own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame,making my country proud as a well known actress overseas. Though all those dreams were scattered away,like a feather in the wind,the moment I decided to do what any other scared yet artistically talented person who wants to make her parents proud does.

I got into STEM. Mechanical and Biological Engineering.

And between the sleepless nights of studying,drowning myself in math equations and lab reports,I got a one-way ticket to Pandora in my first year of college,from the one and only Parker Selfridge. Head administrator of the RDA’s operation in Pandora. I can still feel the anxiety lingering on my tongue. They never came with internships for first years,so what was he here for?

He came in to give out 5 internships at my college,yet he left with a new potential piece for this chess game. Me. All thanks to a question he asked that I knew the answer of. And to think I almost didn't say the answer because I thought everyone knew it,but as it turns out,only I did. I sat in the hallway with my friends,staring dumbfoundedly at the bussiness card he gave me.

Only back then,the RDA were treated as heroes,important people who made way for a better life. For an undead Earth. The propaganda was all enough to trick a little mind like mine,though it’s funny how I always thought I was a step ahead of everyone. Life on Earth as I remember it was,to say the least…grey.

The cities were gray. The people were gray. The sky was…well,grey. And between spending the rest of my life here,with my dreams crumbling before my very own eyes,and going out there to actually fight for a new home for humanity,you can guess why I chose the latter.

Nothing out of the ordinary was happening for me here anyway. Gorgeous girl,great personality,they all said,but nobody ever settled. Nobody ever stopped in their tracks to take in the pure and total beauty of the chaos that is me,so I never had a serious partner before. And…I guess I was also excited to see if the stories are true.

How an actual human betrayed his own race for a…Na’vi tribe princess?At least that’s how they put it,and I don’t even want to mention how embarrassing it was for the RDA to come back to Earth with their tails between their legs back in 2154. No unobtanium. No money. No Avatars. No nothing. I was three when that happened,and I remember playing with my cousins with our cardboard toys as our parents watched the TV in confusion and…disappointment,so you can guess why they made Jake Sully seem like an actual demon,and the death of a colonel was a pretty big deal,after all.

Thing is,the RDA only shows you the pearl in their hands,and not the mouth getting ready to swallow you whole. And now I know why they were so understaffed. That total failure after 2154 made people lose trust in the RDA over the years. But to me?

The decision came easily. I needed something new

What didn’t,though,was the pure work I’d have to do in just 6 months. Learning the language of the natives,the Na’vi. Getting to understand the differences between our anatomy and theirs. The fauna and flora. The tribes. The ecosystems. And…of course,Eywa herself,though I learned that from Dr. Grace Augustine’s botany books,not from the RDA’s training program. I honestly don’t know what Selfridge saw in me,when I know I have friends better in college than me,but I better not question it too much.

I tried telling myself that as soon as I got in cryo,it wouldn’t be a goodbye,rather a…see you later. Looking back at it now,I think it was just wishful thinking. For now,I was me,the girl nobody ever really took seriously. Just another face in a sea of others. Next time I wake up,I’d have to work in an entire department with people twice my age.

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The cryo-sleep thaw was a nightmare and a miracle all at once. My lungs burned as they dragged in air for the first time in six years, my throat raw and dry, every breath tasting metallic. My joints ached as if I’d aged a century.

“Subject revived.” the sterile voice of the AI announced, flat and emotionless. I tried sitting up, only to slump back down against the cryo pod’s restraints. My body wasn’t mine yet—not entirely.

“You’ll feel like shit for a while,” said a woman in a crisp lab coat, her voice muffled as she checked my vitals. “Side effects of long-term cryo. It’ll pass. Welcome to the ISV Valkyrie, and congrats on making it to Pandora.”

The word hung in the air, heavy and surreal. Pandora.

The next few hours were a blur of debriefings and medical checkups. My body eventually began to cooperate, but my mind lagged behind. I shuffled through endless corridors with other groggy personnel, each of us too stunned to speak. We were like ghosts wandering through a ship that pulsed with life—technicians barking orders, holograms buzzing with real-time scans of the moon’s surface, the low hum of engines preparing for atmospheric descent.

When the ship finally broke through Pandora’s atmosphere, I felt it in my chest. The vibrations reverberated through every bolt, every panel, and through me. The world outside the viewport was alive. The dense, green forests sprawled endlessly beneath the floating Hallelujah Mountains, their bases wreathed in ethereal clouds. The sky shifted from pink to blue in the blink of an eye, its colors alien yet breathtakingly familiar.

For a moment, the hum of engines and the chatter of voices faded away. It was just me and the sight of this strange, beautiful moon—a place that could have been paradise if we weren’t here to ruin it.

The ship landed with a jarring shudder, and the real work began.

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Adjusting to life on Pandora was like learning to breathe all over again. Everything about this place demanded respect—the gravity was lighter, the air richer, and the biology... unfathomable. Days blurred into weeks as I threw myself into the work at the Avatar Department.

My mornings began with syncing sessions in the link pods, my mind slipping into my Avatar body like stepping into a cold pool. It wasn’t seamless—at first, every movement felt foreign. I stumbled through training exercises, my longer legs and stronger muscles betraying me at every turn. But slowly, the body became mine.

Afternoons were spent reading over files on Na’vi biology, studying their neural networks and learning their language. The words felt clumsy on my tongue, but I persisted. When I wasn’t in the lab or out on field assignments to observe Pandora’s ecosystems, I was immersed in RDA briefings.

That’s where I first heard his name again.

Jake Sully.

The briefings spoke of him like a ghost, a legend who had long since passed into myth. But here, his name was a warning.

“Resistance forces led by Sully attacked the rail line near Sector 7 again,” one of the military officers growled during lunch at the canteen. “Three shipments of amp suits lost. That bastard and his little insurgents are crippling our operations.”

The room buzzed with tension as reports of attacks piled up. Sabotaged trains, stolen supplies, and destroyed equipment—it was chaos. To the RDA, Sully wasn’t just a traitor. He was the personification of everything standing in the way of their plans.

But the more I learned, the more conflicted I felt. The propaganda painted him as a terrorist, a man who had betrayed his own kind for a primitive cause. But every whisper I caught from the scientists who had been here longer told a different story.

“Maybe Sully isn’t the villain they make him out to be,” I muttered to Dr. Ellison one evening as we worked late in the lab.

He glanced at me, his expression unreadable as he pointed towards a CCTV with his head,as if to say "Shut up. They're listening."

"That’s dangerous talk,you know. Keep your head down. Do your work. They don't like questions.”

I nodded, but the seed of doubt had already taken root.

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The attacks continued, each one more brazen than the last. The RDA ramped up their operations in response, sending more troops and machinery into the wilds of Pandora. But for every move they made, the Resistance seemed to be one step ahead.

And then there was the tension between the people I worked with. Some were diehard loyalists, determined to see the mission succeed no matter the cost. Others—mostly the scientists—spoke in hushed tones about the beauty of the Na’vi culture, the interconnectedness of the flora and fauna, and the destruction we were bringing to this world.

I kept my head down, just as Ellison had warned. But at night, as I lay in my bunk staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t help but wonder: which side of history would I be on?

Pandora had a way of getting under your skin. The longer I stayed, the more I realized it wasn’t just a place. It was a mirror, reflecting humanity’s best and worst instincts back at us. And somewhere in the middle of it all was me—a girl who had come here for a fresh start, only to find herself caught in a war she didn’t fully understand.

The attacks became more than background noise; they became a constant undercurrent to life on Pandora. At first, they were just distant explosions, reports in the briefing room, or muttered curses from the military personnel in the mess hall. But over time, the Resistance started to feel like a presence, a shadow that loomed over everything the RDA tried to accomplish.

Jake Sully wasn’t just a name anymore—he was a force of nature.

The first time I felt the Resistance's impact directly was during a supply run. It was supposed to be routine—a quick trip to outpost Beta-5 to deliver Avatar-linked monitoring equipment. I was tagging along as part of my training, mostly to observe.

But the Resistance didn’t care about schedules or safety zones.

The attack was fast and chaotic. One moment, the AMP suits ahead of us were trudging through the dense forest, their movements mechanical and predictable. The next, arrows rained down from the trees, followed by explosions that sent the towering machines toppling like broken toys.

The ambush hit like a storm—sudden, violent, and unstoppable.

One moment, I was riding in the back of the supply truck, surrounded by crates of equipment and two guards sharing a nervous laugh. The next, the forest erupted in chaos.

The first explosion flipped the lead AMP suit, its towering frame crashing to the ground with a deafening roar. The convoy came to an abrupt halt as arrows rained down from the trees, their sharp points glinting like falling stars.

“Get down!” someone yelled.

I hit the truck bed hard, the impact knocking the wind out of me. My mask rattled against the metal floor as I scrambled for cover behind a crate. The world around me dissolved into a cacophony of gunfire, shouting, and the eerie war cries of the Na’vi.

The guards fired blindly into the trees, their exo-packs hissing as they struggled to maintain their aim under the pressure. I peeked over the edge of the crate just in time to see one of the AMP suits stagger, an arrow embedded in its cockpit.

Panic set in. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst. I wasn’t a soldier. I wasn’t trained for this. My human body was fragile here—one wrong move, and I’d be dead.

I clutched the sidearm they’d insisted I carry, though my hands were shaking too much to use it. What was I even doing here? This wasn’t supposed to be my fight.

A shadow passed overhead. My breath hitched as I looked up to see a Na’vi warrior leaping from a tree, his bow drawn, his movements impossibly fluid. He landed on the roof of the truck with barely a sound, his golden eyes scanning the scene below.

And then, those eyes locked onto me.

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For a moment, the chaos of the ambush melted away, leaving only silence between us.

He stood above me, perched on the edge of the truck’s roof, silhouetted against the glowing forest. His figure was tall and commanding, every line of his body taut with a warrior’s grace. The flickering bioluminescence of the nearby trees played off his skin, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across his lean, muscular frame.

His face was angular and strong, the high cheekbones and sharp jawline unmistakably Na’vi, yet there was something softer in his expression. His golden eyes, large and luminous, fixed on me with an intensity that felt like a physical force. They weren’t filled with rage or cruelty but something far more unnerving—calculated curiosity, as though he were trying to read my soul in that single moment.

The streaks of blue war paint decorating his face didn’t fully mask the smooth, rich azure of his skin, which gleamed faintly under the pale light of Pandora’s twin moons. His braids, adorned with small beads and feathers, swayed gently with each subtle movement, a testament to the culture he carried with him like armor.

But it wasn’t just his appearance that struck me—it was his presence.

He radiated confidence, a quiet power that demanded attention without arrogance. It was the kind of aura that made the world around him seem smaller, less significant. The chaos raging around us felt like a distant hum compared to the weight of his gaze.

And yet, beneath that commanding presence, there was something deeper—an unmistakable grief, perhaps, or a burden that someone so young should never have to carry. It was in the set of his shoulders, the faint downturn of his mouth, and the way his hands gripped the bow with both precision and purpose.

“Drop it,” he said, his voice deep and steady, but with a softness that caught me off guard.

The words hit me like a command, though they weren’t barked or shouted. It was the tone of someone who expected to be obeyed—not out of fear, but respect.

For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The sidearm in my trembling hands felt heavier than it should, as if the very act of holding it was a betrayal. His gaze flicked to the weapon, then back to me, and I realized with a jolt that he wasn’t looking at me like an enemy. He was looking at me like a question.

“You are… different,” he said, tilting his head slightly, the movement as fluid and deliberate as everything else about him. His accent curled around the words, each syllable infused with the lyrical cadence of his native tongue.

I wanted to speak, to ask him what he meant, but my throat felt dry, my voice lost in the weight of the moment.

He crouched slightly, lowering himself onto one knee so we were nearly at eye level. Even then, his presence dwarfed mine. Up close, the details became sharper—the faint patterns of his skin, the slight twitch of his ears as they picked up the sounds of the battle behind him, the faint rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

“You do not fight,” he observed, the faintest hint of curiosity threading through his words. His eyes lingered on mine, their golden glow unwavering. “And you… fear.”

It wasn’t an accusation. It was a statement of fact, delivered with neither judgment nor malice.

His hand shifted slightly, and I flinched, but he didn’t reach for me. Instead, he pointed at the weapon still lying on the ground between us.

The Na’vi reacted instantly. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet with startling gentleness.

“You do not belong here,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Run.”

“What—”

“Go!”

He released me and darted back into the fray, moving with the grace of a predator and the determination of someone who had everything to lose.

I didn’t run. Not immediately. Instead, I crouched behind the truck, my legs trembling as I watched the battle unfold.

He moved like the forest itself, blending into the chaos with a skill that seemed almost supernatural. He wasn’t just fighting—he was leading. The other Na’vi warriors followed his signals, their coordinated strikes overwhelming the RDA forces.

For every bullet fired, they had an arrow. For every shout of anger, they answered with a battle cry that sent chills down my spine.

And yet, amidst the violence, there was something strangely... noble about them. They didn’t kill indiscriminately. They targeted the machines, the vehicles, the weapons. It was as if they were trying to make a point rather than simply annihilate us.

When the ambush finally ended, the Resistance had melted back into the forest, leaving behind a convoy in ruins. Smoke rose from the wreckage, and the air was thick with the smell of burning fuel.

I stumbled out from behind the truck, my legs barely holding me up. Around me, the survivors were regrouping, their faces pale and shell-shocked.

“Medic!” someone called, dragging a wounded soldier from the wreckage.

But I couldn’t move. My mind was stuck on him—the way he’d looked at me, the way he’d spared me when he could have easily ended my life.

“You do not belong here,” he’d said.

The words echoed in my head as I stared at the destruction around me. For the first time, I began to wonder if he was right.

[periprose]

pretty please rough navi quaritch smut where he splits reader's legs apart and breeds her?? Reader can be from the RDA and she has to let him breed her as part of the new embryo growth program :) <3

Woo boy anon!! This ask made my head explode in a really good way 😳 thank you

The Old Fashioned Way

Miles Quaritch x Reader

When Parker Selfridge tells you that the RDA needs one of your eggs, since you're a Recom, for new genetic material, you literally can't say no. It's an order that you can't refuse, since they're trying to make new embryos to experiment off of.

Of course, you're placed in a room with Miles Quaritch, your superior, who's unsuccessfully trying to harvest his own reproductive material, same as you. He decides to kill two birds with one stone, and suggest that you do it the old fashioned way.

Word Count: 3.8k

Genre: Smut, pwp, breeding kink, unprotected sex, Quaritch being obsessed, 18+, no use of Y/N

Reader's name is Axe

“No way.” You cross your arms, staring down at Selfridge.

He’s just told you about the new RDA program. Growing Avatars and Recoms is easy and all, you know the process. Na’vi DNA was extracted successfully about twenty-five years ago- and there’s a process of combining human DNA with it to create new bodies.

It’s just that the Na’vi DNA has slowly been losing it’s potency with every sequencing process. You don’t know exactly what that’s all about- just that cloning deteriorates something about how strong the genes are. 

So the scientists and geneticists have decided that they need some kind of replacement, and they need it now. They wanted to track down more Na’vi, but considering how hard everyone’s asses get beat anytime the RDA gets a few klicks near their territory, it was a no go.

They’ve decided on the “natural way.”

As Selfridge has just said.

“ Why… not… just take my genes, Parker?” You bite your lip, and Selfridge shakes his head.

“Don’t make this anymore awkward than it has to be, Axe.” Selfridge stares at his fingernails, which somehow makes him look like even more of a prick. “Your genes are no bueno . You, Zdinarsk, Wainfleet, and Quaritch are the last line of ‘normal’ Recoms, if we can call it that. If we try to extract your genes, and grow a Recom body, it’ll just be a waste of money. It won’t work.”

“Okay.” You inhale sharply, and Selfridge flinches. You forget sometimes in your Recom body that you’re way more intimidating than your old self was. Your dead self. “So what exactly does the ‘natural way’ entail?”

“What are you, a fucking virgin?” Selfridge laughs. Loudly. 

You snarl at him, and he flinches, again, before snickering.

“Jesus, you really are one of them, huh?” Selfridge scoffs. “Try not to fuck the sperm donor too hard when you see him.”

“Selfridge-” You grab his arm as he tries to leave, and with how much smaller Selfridge is, it’s like you’re dangling his body with your sheer strength. “ Motherfucker- tell me for real what’s going on, or I’ll snap your neck.”

“You’ll get shot if you try anything.” Selfridge says, but you can see in his eyes that he’s panicking. “Okay, okay. I’m just fucking with you. They’re just going to extract an egg from your na’vi-ovaries or whatever they’re called. Then the rest, you should know. Embryo production.”

You do know, but you don’t trust him.

It’s not like you have a choice anyways.

/

You were right not to trust him.

Selfridge has to be kidding. You’re sitting in your typical testing room in Bridgehead City. There’s no scientists around, at least not yet. You’ve come in on your day of ovulation, and you’ve been told to wear something comfortable and loose, and to sit around for a bit.

You lean back on the large medical bed, sighing loudly. You’re wearing some regular sweatpants, and a t-shirt that just barely reaches your midriff. Your hair is tied loosely in a low, wavy ponytail. You hope it looks comfortable enough.

You’re assuming an ultrasound, and- the weirdest part- some vaginal probing. You haven’t gotten a chance to play around with your new body yet, at least not like that, and you have no idea what gets you going, or whatever.

You’re sure some lube will be implemented, and then you’ll just lie there and count to ten. You’re just waiting for someone, anyone to come by to do this procedure and get it over with.

The door slides open. You sit up.

Miles Quaritch looks at you, his eyes bright, alert, and his mouth a little agape. His ears stand up for a moment. He’s holding a really old magazine, and a cup- oh no.

You can’t be in this situation with your superior. It’s just so damn awkward.

“Axe?” He shakes his head and just looks flabbergasted as he cackles. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I might as well ask you the same question.” You say flatly, and sigh. “They told me… they were going to do my egg extraction in here?”

“Oh.” Quaritch isn’t exactly a sensitive man, or one with any sort of sensibilities, really, so he just sits on the other medical bed next to yours. After a brief pause, he pulls the curtain, so you’ll at least have a bit of privacy. It’s the most comforting thing he’ll ever do.

“You looking at porn?” You joke, but Quaritch just sighs in response.

“Sooner you shut up, the sooner I’ll be done.” 

You can’t argue with that. It must be weird for him too, to still have to jerk off into a cup so he can be a pseudo sperm-donor for an embryo he’ll never know.

You try not to listen too much to what he’s doing, and you can tell, from how much he’s flipping the pages of some old 2100s era Earth porn- he’s not exactly focused on what he’s supposed to be doing. What the hell was Selfridge and the other scientists thinking? That you were interested in having a voyeur experience?

You know that Bridgehead is really busy, what with all the expansions and all for the new human citizens, so you're guessing this was the only free room. You wonder if Z-Dog and Wainfleet are in the same predicament. Why not at least put you in the same room as Z-Dog, so you have a bit of a girl-to-girl, weird bonding experience? Nothing says best friends like getting your eggs extracted together.

Soon, a little robot of some kind comes by through the door, and gives you what has to be the most embarrassing object. 

A dildo.

Not exactly a dildo, because it's not a toy, but it's a very well crafted, self-lubricating, vibrating egg-extractor. Long, slim, phallic and curved in a way that you know will hit the right spot. You feel yourself flush a little.

The robot tells you to "get yourself ready," with the device, and when you're adequately so, to click a button and let it extend itself into your uterus, where it will harvest the egg for safe keeping. 

You really think this is some kind of practical joke. You would've vastly preferred the cold, clinical nature of a doctor asking you to stay calm as they put you under, and insert something into you. 

But you guess it has to be somewhat pleasurable, so they can get you to do it again at some point if they need to. 

"Those sick bastards." You mutter under your breath, and you hear Quaritch stir a little next to you. 

You decide to just get it over with, and pull down your sweatpants- just down to your knees- and your panties. You lay back against the bed, and fiddle with the device. 

Even when you were on Earth, you usually just messed around with dudes who were on your squad in the Navy. This is kind of new territory for you.

You gently press the tip of the device against yourself, and feel awkward. It just is mechanical, cold, and weird- until it starts vibrating, and emitting some sort of magically warm gel that makes you feel soft, as if your skin is beginning to tingle all over, spreading from in between your thighs, up your stomach, and into your chest. 

That's pretty good. You have to admit that yourself. 

You tentatively push it across your folds, not in just yet, and you feel yourself slicken, wetness pooling around the device- it's a sudden whirlwind of a feeling that has you seeing stars. God, you really have missed this feeling, but it's somehow even more intense in your Na'vi body. 

It begins to vibrate against your clit as you move it up and down in a testing, rudimentary way, and you very softly- just barely, audibly moan.

/

Quaritch's ears stand up, on edge. He's horribly alert of everything you're doing, and there's nothing he can do but listen. 

First, your scent is incredibly strong- intoxicating in a way that makes him sure that this is what Sully felt when he got some local tail. Your arousal has him closing his eyes, and thinking of what he would do if he was just a few feet over- pinning you down and thrusting in. Second, that vibrating sound- he knows what it’s doing, and that makes it all the more tempting to just go over and show you what a real man should feel like.

Still, Quaritch wants to follow the rules just this one time, because he's not used to his Na'vi body, either, and he would rather figure out his whole… situation, down there, before he immediately proceeds into sex. 

But he’s a bastard, too. He always goes headfirst into whatever his instincts tell him to do, and it hasn’t exactly failed him yet. Except when he died, obviously.

He hears you, just very subtly moaning, and his ears perk up as he listens.

Quaritch is too impatient to care. There’s a throbbing in his camo pants now, with no thanks to that shitty old magazine, and he knows- like all men know- what he wants to do to get rid of it.

He lifts the curtain aside, where you’re currently holding that damned toy, as your pants ball up around your knees. You’re half-lying against a pillow, and your baby t-shirt is riding up, just showing off a hint of your breasts. You’re not quite in the throes of passion, not yet, but your mouth is half-open, and your lids are half lidded as you gaze at him, your hand stopping in between your thighs.

Quaritch clenches his jaw. It’s insane how fast his hormones are- pumping through his blood, to where his pants are getting uncomfortably tight. It’s quite a sight, he can’t exactly blame himself for moving forward. 

You, to your credit, don’t draw yourself back. You just stare at him, face turning warm- probably not red, all things considered- and Quaritch just stands in front of you, taking your hand from between your legs.

“This is what they got you using?” He scoffs, pulling at the device, away from your legs. You involuntarily twitch at the movement, and your pussy suddenly feels cold. 

Quaritch tuts at the way you’re shaking a little, how you’re clearly so needy, and he leans in with an eager, almost malicious smile. His body easily towers over your own, and you feel your heart race as he looks down at you- up and down your entire body. 

“Why don’t we do things the old fashioned way?” Quaritch murmurs, a deep rumble in his chest as he does so.

You think you should say no. First of all, you don’t want to get pregnant, and second of all, it seems like Quaritch isn’t exactly being impartial, is he? You know that Earth porn probably did nothing for the guy, but that doesn’t mean you have to be his unwilling participant.

Still, as Quaritch gently nudges his bulge against you, your folds slick against the roughness of the cloth, causing you to inhale unsteadily at the pleasant friction, you realize you’re entirely willing to do this. In fact, all things considered, Quaritch is a hell of a lot more attractive than some of the other Recoms out there.

And it feels more natural than the device, which you were sadly struggling to insert. Lube or not, it was a little too out there for you.

You breathe in, feeling his bulge throb against you. “Okay.”

Quaritch doesn’t take much time to unbuckle his pants and underwear, his dick flopping out as he does. You’re a little amused- it’s proportional to his body, but it’s a lot bigger looking than any of the human dicks you’ve seen. 

It occurs to you that you probably look the same way to him. Tall, lithe body. Impossibly tiny waist. Plump chest and ass. Thick thighs. The proportions are different, but good. 

“Are you laughing at me, soldier?” Quaritch pulls off his tank top, his bare muscles causing your face to warm a little, and he towers over you now. His arms are a lot stronger than yours and he pins you down. 

“What the hell are you gonna do about it, Colonel?” You rile him up a little. Just for fun, since it seems like everything has gone batshit insane today. 

Might as well get some extra anger out of him, so this can count as stress relief, too.

“Well, let’s see.” He uses his hands to spread out your thighs, flattening and pressing them into the mattress, splitting your legs apart. He massages your thighs as he talks. “I guess I’m trying to knock you up. Get you nice and filled up with me.”

It causes a tingle in your lower stomach, watching Quaritch size you up as his hands firmly grasp your thighs. 

He inhales, and- with the practised familiarity of someone who hasn’t done this in a while- pumps his fist over his dick, just to remember the sensation. Quaritch slides his dick against you, causing you to convulse as it snugly fits into your outer folds, the head of his dick meeting where your clit is. There’s a throbbing sensation that seems to flow from him into you- and you swear pre-cum must be leaking from him, or you’ve just gotten a lot more wet.

“Ah- fuck- ” You groan, and Quaritch clearly likes the sound of that, because he slides his dick back and forth a few times. Lubing himself up. 

“You asked for this.” He grins at you, and he pushes your legs really wide this time, lifting them up a little as he enters you. 

Quaritch groans loudly when his dick has fully sheathed itself inside you, and you feel yourself twitching in anticipation, feeling more full than you’ve ever remembered feeling when you were human. He pulls your legs forward roughly, and you feel yourself clench around him as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Quaritch sighs in satisfaction, pressing his forehead against yours. He draws himself back, slowly, his dick slipping out of you sloppily, easily, and then thrusts forward at full speed, immediately filling you, causing you to moan loudly. He begins to thrust, slowly, testing the waters, and with every time he fills you, you feel your walls clench around him, like your body can’t do anything but squeeze him.

Eventually Quaritch works himself to a much more rapid speed- like he has a lot of energy he desperately needs to get out. His skin is slapping against yours as he thrusts, sometimes at an even pace, now a bit more sporadically as he gets lost in the sensation, his taut thighs causing what can only be bruises against your own. He finds that with every thrust, your walls squeeze the head of his dick, causing a delicious throbbing sensation to run through his groin, and he wants to capture that feeling again and again. He finds it insane just how wet and good you feel when he ruts up against you- it’s heightened in a way that makes him never want to let go of you.

His hands make their way towards your waist- your ridiculously tiny waist- and he squeezes, marvels at the way it seems his hands could probably swallow you whole there. He’s alarmed to find out that he wants to kiss you there.

Quaritch tries to distract himself a little. Out of some instinct that he can’t quite place, he leans towards your ear, and nibbles on it with his fang. He didn’t exactly realize how much of an erogenous zone that would be for you- warmth spreads across your jaw and ears and cheeks, and you bite your lip in the absolute cutest way, your ears fluttering up and down, as you moan a little against his jaw. He moves his hands upwards, and pulls up your top, exposing your breasts. He roughly thumbs a nipple, causing you to wriggle around in pleasure, and then decides to latch his mouth onto it, his fangs just teasing and pulling at your nipple until you cry out.

He wants to do this again, and again, until you’re covered in his marks and bruises, all his , so he can claim you as his own woman to breed. Of course, Quaritch isn’t that stupid to actually go through with it- you’re a great soldier in your own right, and you probably don’t want to be owned- he just has this need inside him to absolutely own you in every possible way.

You feel like you’re impossibly hot, your body burning up from your lower regions, all the way to your face, to where Quaritch has bitten you, here and there. You’re feeling a pressure build inside you- and you think Quaritch can feel it too, considering how hard he’s grunting, pushing, and pressing inside you, seeking desperately for that release. 

Your hands make their way around his neck, and you lean in, and kiss him, your parted lips moving against his. You think Quaritch won’t be receptive- he is the coldest person you know- but his tongue swirls into your mouth, spit being swapped between the two of you, and he actually groans into your mouth, it being muffled and all. His hands stroke up and down your thighs, ass, waist, and tits, and he begins to thrust with a little more impact- less sloppy, more intensity- which has you absolutely melting at his touch, wrapping yourself tightly around him.

Some instinct of yours- something that comes with this body, at least- tells you to combine your queue with Quaritch’s, and you do so with shaky hands, your braid swinging over his shoulder, and combining with his as you hold them together. Quaritch doesn’t stop you, but what you feel surprises you.

Of course, there’s an overwhelming sense of lust and sex and arousal and all the things Quaritch is feeling right now, so he can breed you like a strong man would, but there’s also… affection? Attraction, yes, but affection?

You could just be getting confused with everything else that’s in there. But you think it’s there, a feeling of affection for his favourite subordinate, and that’s all you really needed to know. You like him, too. You feel like you’re really seeing him right now.

Quaritch moans against your mouth, and cums inside you, and it’s as if fireworks have gone off inside your brain, his orgasm lighting up yours in the soul bond. You convulse under him, moaning, feeling the waves overtake you as he grips you tightly, the ache of his cock causing you to feel pleasure ebb outwards.  

He slowly pulls out, and watches as cum drips down the sides of your thighs. Quaritch is kind of impressed- he did it, like he said he would- and he lays down next to you, sighing in contentment.

“So. Are we keeping it?” Quaritch teases, and you give him a wayward look.

“ It is not gonna be a baby, dumbass.” You roll your eyes, but something about Quaritch now makes you want to snuggle against him, his scent all warm and familiar, and so you do. You let your face lie flatly against his chest. You feel like it’s the bond- it still feels kind of present between you two.

“Woo, boy, if you don’t know how babies are made, I’m not sure I should have done you like that.” Quaritch laughs, and you sigh.

“Goddamnit.” You shake your head. “Selfridge said that our reproductive material are meant to make the next Recoms. They’re just gonna take the embryo, and use it’s cells to make a blank slate for the next Avatar or Recom or whatever it is. We just… took out the middle man for them.”

Quaritch isn’t too caught off guard by this. He’s used to all the science fuckery that the RDA does, and he decides to just let it go.

“Tell you what, Axe.” He uses your name, for real, as his hand combs through your hair. “Come by my quarters later, and we can do it again and again . However many times until you’ve got a baby in there.”

You still don’t want to be pregnant, and you’re pretty sure the colonel knows that- he’s just got some crazy impregnation fetish or creampie kink going on- but you’re kind of obsessed with him now, and the way that he keeps looking at you.

“I’m cool with that.” You nod, and if Quaritch was an honest man, he would say that he felt completely enamoured with that response.

You snuggle up next to him, not really caring that this is a medical lab, or that you should head back to your quarters. You’re tired, and you fall asleep fairly easily.

/

Quaritch doesn’t fall asleep. He feels crazy energized. You’ve given him a high unlike any other- and he’s in a particularly good mood because he feels… some way that he can’t articulate about you.

After you’re out cold, he puts his pants back on- and good thing he does, because Selfridge comes in without knocking. 

Selfridge looks from you, completely naked, and snoring under some blankets, to Quaritch, who’s suspiciously shirtless and stretching his legs out.

He looks aghast. “I didn’t think you two would really-”

“Really?” Quaritch leans over him. “Seems to me like you did it on purpose. Putting us in the same room and all.” 

Selfridge splutters over Quaritch’s accusation, and simply states that he needs the embryo, exiting after handing another extraction advice to him.

Quaritch jostles you awake. “Axe. You gotta do something and then we got to leave, alright?”

You nod sleepily, and he hands you the extraction advice. You rub your eyes and then realize what you’re holding.

“Turn around?”

Quaritch gives you a “ really? ” sort of look, but you’re serious, so he raises his hands jokingly and complies.

It’s a really quick one minute procedure. The little device crawls up inside you in an almost-undetectable fashion, and then after a moment, it pops back out, with a symbol indicating that it has successfully taken the embryo out, and put it inside it’s storage section. It’s weird- you know you were told to come here when you were ovulating, but it’s like a pregnancy test. It confirms that you and Quaritch kind of made a potential baby… or something that will go on to become genetic material for a blank slate.

You’re too tired to care. You put your clothes back on, and yawn, feeling your eyes fluttering. Quaritch picks you up, bridal style, as you snuggle your face into his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. He exits the room, sidestepping around different human RDA members, and Recoms and Avatars who are staring the two of you down. Looks of confusion among all of them.

Quaritch doesn’t give a fuck. He steps into an elevator, and it pulls the two of you up towards the higher floors of the skyscraper.

You know this will be gossip for all the other RDA members, but for now you can just sleep, completely satisfied.

[star-girl69]

Keep Me Ablaze

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: sorry for no chapter yesterday, i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of bows and arrows, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Nine- Burn

—-

“Neytiri,” you murmur, not quite ready to fall asleep, to be away from her.

“Yes?” she mumbles, rolling over, the criss-cross of the hammock slightly imprinted on her chin and jaw. You smile, touch the discolored skin either your fingertips. She just closes her eyes, presses her face closer to yours.

“Grace wanted me to tell you. We won’t be able to come tomorrow, not in the morning.”

“Why?” she asks, eyes open, concern on her face.

“We’re moving from Hell’s Gate to another Site. I- I don’t know why.” Her eyes fall from yours, trailing downwards, stopping at her necklace still on you.

“Oh,” is all she can say.

“‘M sorry,” you say, maybe too fast.

“It’s alright,” she says, tucking her head under your chin, forehead pressed against the base of your throat. “As long as you come back. Everyone wants you to come back, you know. Even Mother likes you. Tsu’tey does too, he just won’t say it.” You can feel her fond smile against your chest, her lips brushing your skin as she speaks.

“I’m glad,” you whisper, because it’s foreign to belong to someone like this.

You belonged to your parents, when they were alive, and you belong to Grace now. But you don’t belong to her like you belong to Neytiri, like you belong to the Omaticaya, to the forest.

Jake’s name flashes in your mind.

“I love being here,” you smile, brushing her braids back.

She hums, wraps her arm around your waist like she’s done the other two nights you’ve slept with her.

“Good,” she says, and you don’t have the strength to do anything more than belong like this.

—-

“Why,” you say, putting down your bag, “do we have to go to Site 26?”

“Aren’t you the one who loves the mountains?” Grace smiles, looking over her shoulder from the microscope she’s packing.

“Yes, but-”

“So, where are we going?” Jake asks, wheelchair coming to a scope.

“Getting out of Dodge.”

“But why?”

Grace looks at Jake for a moment longer-

“I’m not about to let Selfridge and Quaritch micro-manage this thing.”

You watch as Jake’s face deflates, looks down like he’s done something wrong, like a kicked puppy.

You almost want to ask him what he’s done. Not what’s wrong- because he doesn’t look sad. He looks guilty.

“There’s a mobile link up at Site 26,” Grace repeats, “way up in the mountains.”

Norm freezes mid-air as he takes in her words.

“The Hallelujah Mountains?” he asks, practically salivating at the thought, and even Grace can’t hide her smile as you let out a giggle.

“That’s right,” she muses.

“Are you serious?”

She nods, his excitement refreshing, “yeah.”

“Yes!” he exclaims, laughing, while Jake squints.

Norm’s smile drops, and you roll your eyes.

“The floating mountains?” you ask, patting his cheek as if to shock the information into him.

“Uh, the legendary floating mountains.”

When Jake doesn’t have a reaction, Norm simply scoffs and turns, while you tsk and pull at his ear.

“Jesus-” he flinches, glaring up at you. “What was that for,” he hisses, smiling slightly, grabbing your arm as you try to turn away.

Even like this, his hand is bigger than yours, easily wrapping around you and pulling you back. You swallow, uneasy.

Why does he burn like Neytiri? Why does he burn like you? Why do you want to burn with him?

“No reason,” you smile, and his hand falls, even though you don’t want it to.

—-

“We’re close,” Grace says, eyes scanning nervously through the skies. The two of you know better than anyone else what danger is truly in Pandora.

You know the stories Neytiri would tell you, head in her lap, her hands in your hair. She would tell you of Toruk Makto, sing you the First Songs. You know that Toruk is in these skies, even if you cannot see him.

“Yeah, look at my instruments,” Trudy remarks, and you know the sight by hard. “VFR from here.”

“What’s VFR?” Norm asks, and you’ve quickly realized he is a scientist through and through. Fascinated by the world in a way you and Jake aren’t.

“Means you’ve gotta see where you’re going.”

Norm frowns, turning back towards the front window. “You can’t see anything,”

She laughs, “exactly. Ain’t that a bitch?”

You rise higher and higher, the clouds thinning, until it finally clears and you can see them.

To you, it’s a sight you’ve seen a million times before. You’ve even touched a flower from it, still keep it pressed in Grace’s book. To you, it is all you have ever known. It’s is the forest, is Pandora, it’s what you belong to.

To them, it’s alien, otherworldly, extraterrestrial.

You’re sure if you ever saw Earth, you would feel the same.

—-

The airlock hisses right in your ears, making you tuck your ear to the side after you take your mask off. You can see the lights switching on through the small window, until the door swings open.

“Welcome to camp,” Grace says around a cigarette, commanding everyone to their bunks.

You tune out the other background sounds, watch as Trudy rifles through the fridge, and Jake stares at the pictures stuck on it.

“This you?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.

“Uh…” you mumble, too far away to see.

There’s many pictures, all of various Na’vi children and Grace, but there’s one figure unlike the others.

You focus on the biggest picture, the one he’s pointing at.

You stand outside of the school, blue flower comically sticking out of your pocket, while Neytiri folds herself down to rest her cheek on top of your head, arms around you. Your hands reach up, fingers curling around her arm.

Her eyes are closed, too happy to even care about the picture, while you look straight at the camera.

You both smile bright, the same way, that same fire in both of you. That familiar feeling in your stomach then and now, knowing that you would gladly burn if it was with her.

“Yes,” you murmur, gripping the handles of Jake’s wheelchair. “That’s me.”

—-

“Okay. This is video log 12. Time’s 2132.” You watch as Grace fiddles with her microscope, studying another sample, while you lean on her shoulder. Jake sighs. “Do I have to do this now? I really need to get some rack?”

“No, now. When it’s fresh,” Grace says, her shoulder shifting slight under you.

You lift your head, stare at the bright red light on the camera. You can see Jake rolling his eyes on the screen.

“Okay, location, shack, and the days are starting to blur together. The language is a pain, but, you know, I figure it’s like field-stripping a weapon. Just repetition, repetition.”

—-

Neytiri points to her eyes, and you lean back on your hands, watching as Jake contemplates for a moment.

“Navi,” he says, finally.

“Nari.” She corrects, lowering her hands, braids hitting each other. You put your fingertip on her knee, drawing circles.

“Nari,” he repeats, but it’s off.

“Narrrri!” she exclaims impatiently, exaggerating the “r” sound.

“Narrri,” he repeats, but she only hisses and smacks him. “Shut up,” he mumbles when you laugh.

—-

“Neytiri calls me skxawng,” he continues, “it means moron.”

—-

“Txur ni’ul,” and you stumble with the bow, your grip weak. “Stronger,” Neytiri says.

She places her hands against her stomach, breathes in deeply.

“Okay, okay,” you mutter, breathing in deeply before raising the bow, pulling it all the way back.

She hums, presses against your stomach, then straightens your arm. She taps your back arm, and you lift it up higher.

“Good,” she says after a moment.

Jake scoffs, and you look over your shoulder to smile at him.“What, so I just get abused and she gets all soft and gentle?”

“Yes,” Neytiri says, no hesitation. “She is my human.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Jake mumbles, and looks down, like he’s been left out of something.

—-

“And, you know,” Jake smiles, leaning back in his chair, “I think I’m really starting to make a dent on the Augustines.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you smile, kicking the back of his chair. He looks back at you through the screen, and Grace’s scoff falls away, until it’s just the two of you looking at each other.

“You think I’m not that bad, sweetheart.”

You snort, and he only grins wider, staring at you. There must be some static on the screen. Because he’s staring at you like there’s stars in your eyes, like you’re covered in diamonds. He’s staring at you like you’re beautiful.

“Sure, skxawng,” you mutter, but you know he’s right.

You know Jake Sully is like a fire that has followed a trail of gasoline, come straight to burn you. And you see it coming, see him following the path that the three of you never had a choice in anyways, and you don’t run away. You let yourself burn with him.

Burn with them, because Neytiri has already been there too.

—-

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Baby Trap Chapter 5

Yandere! Recom Miles Quaritch x Female Human Reader

You huffed in annoyance as you walked down the cold frigid halls of the head base of Bridgehead City.

 You averted your eyes from the other staff walking around. You knew you were rather popular.

 The wife of the Colonel, the first woman who gave birth to half breed Navis. Half Humans who looked like full Navi children with no traces of physical human traits. 

(The Sully kids had a quarter of human blood and human traits in their physical forms. Since Jake mated with Neytiri when he was in his Avatar Na'vi body.)

But, most of all, the worst reason. The most beautiful lady ever existed sucked a Na'vi's penis in front of multiple men. 

You gently knocked on the door of General Ardmore and you heard a mumbled affirmation to step in. You breathed in. Let's get this over with. 

Back in Hell's Gate Base, you remembered with painful memories of going to the Human Quaritch's office. The first time was to "ask" him to convince Selfridge to not cancel the Avatar Research Program. 

Then after that, having sex in his office whenever he called for you. As if you were on speed dial. And you bitterly remembered when someone almost walked in on you two years ago. 

The damn General was typing on her hologram computer. She looked to see you and she sneered before beckoning to sit you on the seat in front of you. 

You sat and she stared at you for a while before opening that vile mouth of hers. By her cold blue eyes. She obviously hated you. She reminded you a lot of Maria Walker. 

Luckily, Walker died again by Neytiri. From what you heard. You hid your glee from the Colonel. You didn't want to see her ugly face ever again. As a human at the old base, she would mock and jeer whenever the Colonel was not looking. 

Not to mention, you hated Walker even more despite being dead for almost a year. Why? Jealousy. 

Remember how your husband said he wished he was married to Walker, Zdinarsik or this bitch Ardmore because of your 'wrong' views?

Ditto. Your life would have been easy if you were married to a scientist who respected Navis. Hell, maybe even Lyle. Lyle might change sides for you. Like how Jake did for Neytiri. 

The unattractive masculine deep voice distracted you from your thoughts. "It's a shame we never spoke before. Despite you living here for almost a year." The General's smile was mocking you. 

You smiled. "I have been so busy lately."

General Ardmore nodded. "Yes, raising four kids (remember Spider is with Jake now.) and a husband must be time consuming…." Her cold blue eyes stared at your flat stomach. "And another on the way."

You gasped. How did she know? Besides, just hearing an extra heart beat is not enough to be sure you were pregnant. 

"I am not."

The General scoffed. She leaned in on her desk. "I am not stupid. The cameras showed me the pregnancy tests you bought and threw away in the trash."

Shit. 

"Did you tell your husband yet?"

You shook your head no. She raised a brow. "I also heard some yelling the other night. Lovers' quarrels?" She chuckled. 

If you weren't weaker than her, you would have slapped her ugly face. She found your annoyed expression amusing. Sadistic bitch. 

"And the Colonel's new squad. You gave them quite a show at the gym. I heard some men were jealous and wished they saw it too."

You felt your face turn red. This hag was pushing your limits. You stood up in defiance and she glared. You left and ignored her orders to stay. 

That's it. You had it! Fuck this diplomacy shit. You will run away. Or die trying. You don't care if you get caught again and get fucked in public by your husband. 

No. To hell with him. You will divorce him. Just because he is handsome and charming is not enough. You may love his qualities but you refuse to ruin your kids' life. Especially your daughter. If she stays here, she might be forced to be in a relationship with other men like you were due to her beauty when she grows up.

As usual, caught people staring at you with desire. Luck for you, they knew you belonged to the damn Colonel, they left you alone. 

Sadly, Isabella Maria was sadly noticed by the staff, soldiers, contractors and others. You had a feeling, if you or your husband weren't careful. Someone might commit pedophilia.

There was a space shuttle coming to Pandora again to pick up the Pro Navi helpers. Like you. They were sponsored by the United Nations. They would come a few times a year.

You have to find Miles/ Spider and send him a long with other two human kids back to Earth. You felt like a shitty mother. It was mistake coming to Pandora for vacation. This was the least you can do for them.