#txanfwìngtu: bastard

[naavispider]

can you write a one-shot in which quaritch consoles spider after a violent tantrum in his cell? sorry for my english i'm french

Why are you apoLogisiNg for your english it's literally perfect 😭 Of course I can, just because of the way you worded this, it made me chuckle 💞

Spider cried out with a groan of pain as he shouldered the thick glass doors to the cell for the hundredth time. He could feel the bruise that had already formed, beginning to blossom over his upper arm and across his shoulder. It hurt, but he'd be damned if he was just going to sit in a corner and succumb to hopelessness.

He swore under his breath at the arrogance of the glass's rigidity. Then he shouted the curse for the world to hear. The doors hadn't budged in two hours - he hadn't even made a dent.

Fuck.

He screamed in frustration, moving towards the double sided glass that surely hid an entire team of demons. He pictured them all watching him with evil smirks, exchanging snide comments at his anguish.

"You gonna let me outta here? Huh?" He yelled, squaring up to the window. "You fucking cowards! Stick your heads up the darkest parts of my ass!"

He panted heavily, throwing every ounce of fury at the blank glass. When this failed to provoke a response, he hurled himself at the door again, shrieking when his abused shoulder made contact with the glass once more.

"That's enough, Spider," came a distorted voice from the corner of the room.

He jumped as if burned. In all the long hours he'd been confined in here, he'd never been spoken to. He cast his eyes around for the source of the noise - it was coming from a small speaker set into the ceiling in the far corner. He growled at the mirror. "Eat my ass!"

Just to see what would happen, he rammed the door again, this time biting down on his tongue, so all that escaped him was a pained grunt. He hissed at the hidden demons beyond the window.

A flash of movement near the door caused him to spin around again. His heart was pounding as he faced the glass doors, unsure whether he should make a stand, or back away to give himself a few more seconds. The sight of the 10 feet tall, solid avatar approaching the cell was enough to send his tired mind into overdrive. Oh Eywa.

The avatar was coming to hurt him. He was coming to tie him down and torture him. He was getting closer to the glass doors... he was pressing a passcode into the keypad... the doors were sliding open...

Spider hissed, realising he hadn't made a move - too paralysed by fear to think straight. The doors hissed open and the giant figure stepped cautiously inside. Spider barely had time to register the authoritative expression on the man's face before he threw himself around him, making a break for the doors.

He growled as he stepped forward, but he knew before he'd made it half way that it wasn't going to work.

"Not so fast, little one!" the man called firmly, reaching for Spider's middle and picking him completely up off the floor.

His heart thrummed against his chest and his breaths came in pants as he flung his legs out to kick at the avatar, while clawing at the man's arms with his hands. He hissed again, injecting as much venom into the sound as he was capable of.

"Hey!" The avatar shouted harshly, struggling under Spider's assault.

"Put me down!" Spider cried, thrashing as much as he could in an attempt to slip out of the man's grasp and make another run for it.

The man held him at arm's length, before placing him down against the far wall of the cell, furthest away from the doors. As soon as his feet hit the ground, Spider stopped kicking at the man and doubled his efforts into scratching and punching the long blue forearms that held him against the wall.

"You gotta calm down, kid. You got some fight in you, I can see that."

Spider paused his onslaught for a split second to look at the man's face, disturbed by the eye contact and the almost admiring expression he found there. He tried to wrench the man's arms off his shoulders. His left was already sore from ramming the door, and the way the avatar was gripping him only added to the pain. He hissed again, not trusting his voice.

"Easy, easy there." The man's grip softened, and as Spider glared at him, he felt his own struggles start to subside.

It didn't seem like the man was trying to hurt him - he tested the situation and stopped trying to pull the avatar's arms off him for a few seconds.

"There we go. Okay, we're making progress. Now I'm gonna let go, alright? There's no point running anywhere, as you damn well know those doors won't open without the passcode."

The man assessed Spider for a second, judging his reaction, before hesitantly withdrawing his hands. Breathless, Spider glowered at him. His eyes darted to the doors beyond the man, and sure enough they had shut tightly again.

He threw his head back against the wall in despair.

"Alright..." the man said in a pleased tone.

Spider wanted to throw some colourful insult at the man, but his head was empty. Damn his brain, just as he needed something good.

"Now, we never got ourselves properly acquainted. I'm Quaritch." The avatar paused, watching Spider closely. "The recombinant version of him at least." He paused again, and his next words came slowly, as if it was a struggle to find them. "Are you... aware of Miles Quaritch?"

Spider's pounding heart had increased in ferocity, and now he was certain something was wrong. It was painful in his chest, and his head was turning dizzy... he wasn't getting enough oxygen... he balled his fists to stop them shaking as a cold sweat started to bead over the back of his neck and shoulders. Was he having a heart attack?

"Kid?"

Even with his eyes closed, Spider could hear the frown in the man's voice. In Quaritch's voice.

He opened his eyes. Get a grip on yourself. Deep breaths. He stared Quaritch directly in the eye.

"I know who you are."

Quaritch tilted his head encouragingly, or perhaps it was a gesture of anxiety at what Spider knew.

"I know exactly who you are, and what you've done, txanfwìngtu!" Images flashed before his eyes of all the heinous acts he knew his father was responsible for - the felling of the Hometree, the bombing of a site near the Tree of Souls, the families that died there, the children left orphaned. He supposed he was one of them.

He had only ever seen Quaritch's face a couple of times. When he was younger and curious about his bio parents, the scientists had given him a carefully chosen video log that Quaritch had made before he died. He remembered the bile that bubbled in the back of his throat as he watched, he recalled the poisonous words that the colonel had spewn about the Na'vi and Spider's home as if were yesterday. He had turned the log off before it ended, giving it back to Norm and telling him to destroy it. He'd never wanted to see the man's face again.

And so, when Spider looked at the enlarged blue features in front of him now, the same feelings of rage and betrayal spread through his stomach like a tsunami. It brought nausea flooding up his throat.

"Ahhh!" He screamed, losing control of his mind and body as he furiously lunged around Quaritch and breaking for the door.

Quaritch could have stopped him, but he must have known that Spider couldn't go anywhere. Spider ran for the exit, throwing his shoulder once more against the glass, desperately hoping that this time it would work. He panicked as he felt Quaritch approach him.

"Stay away!" He cried, cursing in both Na'vi and English as panic overtook him. He began to feel dizzy, but he couldn't stop trying to force the door open. It was his only escape route.

It was hopeless.

He had to keep trying.

No.

No, stop!

Arms were around him, pulling him back, wrapping around his torso, trapping his arms to his sides, and he was pressed against a cool blue stomach. He wasn't aware of what his voice was doing, but he could hear soothing words coming from somewhere above him - coming from Quaritch.

He tried to catch his breath as his vision swam in front of him.

"Breathe, Spider. You're hyperventilating. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just relax and breathe, like me..."

Spider held onto the words. After a few moments of futile struggling, he attempted to match his breathing with the large chest against him.

"There you go, easy does it... Jesus."

Eventually, the dizziness cleared from Spider's head and the room seemed to quieten. He became aware for the first time that Quaritch had enveloped him in a (presumably reassuring) hold, and Spider's knees were on the floor.

"Get off of me," Spider stuttered out when he finally found his voice again. However, it didn't come out as forceful as he wanted.

"Sure, kid," the man rumbled next to him. After a few more moments, Quaritch spoke again. "Okay, so you clearly know all about your father."

Spider remained silent. There was nothing he could do, held like this. Besides, he was exhausted from the all of the recent strains on his body.

"I'm not that man. I'm not an avatar. Your father isn't alive, lying in some link somewhere. I got his memories, and most of his personality. But I'm a different man."

Still, Spider said nothing.

"Now, no one calls you Miles, is that right? What have I gotta call you then?" He released his grip slightly, and Spider took that chance to wriggle away, sliding across the floor till he hit the wall and bringing his knees up to his chest.

"Spider." He said after a long moment.

"Spider, huh?" Quaritch huffed in amusement. "I can work with that. Now how about we start from the beginning. Tell me who your parents are."

[blackllghtshadow]

It's hard being in between world's

This post will be uploaded in two parts since it's too long, this is the first part.

Summary: You're a hybrid between na'vi and human, the first one at that, you are defiant over tsu'tay's dominance, and he wants to punish you for disrespecting his position in the clan.

Warning: for this first part there is not much, just a bit of fighting, the interesting this comes in the second part.

You were born a hybrid, yeah a human who can breathe Pandora's air, you live in the Omatykaya clan en if the na’vi in the clan call you “txanfwìngtu'' or what humans would call a bastard, you looked human except you had tail, pointed ears and a tswin or in human language queue, the braid that na'vi had, normally there was one na’vi who scolded you for everything, that na’vi was Tsu’tey, the warrior na’vi that had eyes for Neytiri, and who wouldn’t? That woman had everything, she was brave, a boss in her own right, and she never lowered her head, she would fight the world if she had to, to be honest you had a bit of jealousy of her, you weren't as tall as a regular na’vi, maybe that was your human genes, your skin wasn’t as blue as well, it was more of a Gray blueish color.

It was night, you were looking at the stars thinking about why everyone seemed to have problems with you, you don’t know for how long you were out there, lost in your mind, suddenly you hear a strong voice “nga sweylu ke lu out fìtseng” (you shouldn't be out here) you turn your head up and there was Tsu’tey looking at you like if you were one of the ugliest things out there, you give a desperate look, “lumpe lu nga fìtseng?” (why are you here?) you answer him, he gives you a growl narrowing his eyes and hissing at you, at that your ears go down in discomfort, and you give him your own hiss, if he was going to play like that, then you would as well, in response at your hissing, he crutches next to you and hoist you up by your arm with force, “you should, respect more, txanfwìngtu” (bastard) he growls at you.

You get pissed off because you were so tired of all this treatment, you look at him”skxawng” (Idiot), he growls and in response he drags you by your arm as if you were a naughty kid that had to be disciplined, he made you walk through the crowd of na’vi in the clan and took you to a private part of the clan where he throws you with little care, you hiss at the fall, you get up, but he beats you down again, and again when you try for second time, as you decide you had had enough, you grab onto his tail which makes him kick you, he falls with you in a ray of tangled limbs as you bit on his shoulder he gravs your braid and yanks you away from him, but you attack back like a wild cat, he punches you again the share force throwing you once again to the floor.

You growl in frustration, before you can press, he graves you by the hair and hoists you up throwing you to the corner, you yelp at the hit, and clearly once again on the floor, you flip to your back just in time as he holds you by the wrists and ties your wrists together, “what are you doing?!” you protest, “subduing you” he growls, not stopping to look at you in the eyes, once he had you tied up and ”subdued”, he steps back to look at you, you give him the best death stare you can manage to perform, which makes him smile in a cocky way, how much you hate him, that smile always made you want to claw his eye out, just to see him fall for once.

You start to wiggle to get free, but it's useless, the man tied the rope good enough to make it hard for you to untie yourself, "I'll be back you just have to be a good girl and I won't harm you more" he says, you hiss at him one last time, "do I have to put something over that mouth of yours so you stop doing that?" he growls, you roll your eyes in an attempt to be defiant to his clear power over you, "that is what I thought" he growls looking pissed off, with that he walks away leaving you tied in a corner.

Wile he was away, you didn’t stay put, you fought against your restraints, accidentally ting them tighter and going anywhere with it, you growl in frustration, you stop when you hear Tsu’tey’s voice at the distance, he came back with half of a Yovo fruit, you arch a brow at him, “I’m not a fucking bird tsu’tey, that will not do to satisfy the hunger” you growl at him, he leaves the food in front of you, “you should have behaved then” he replies in a serious tone, after he holds the fruit in front of you so you can eat it, you decide to bite him as well just to remind him how angry you are with him, he hisses and slaps you throwing your head to the side, making you yelp and biting your tongue in the presses, striking your tong out of your mouth so the stinging sensation fades away you feel his gaze boring to you, he growls one last time and power walks away.

After that you manage to fall asleep, only to be awakened some time later by tsu’tey yanking you up still with your wrists tied, he makes you walk out of the clans lands him walking right behind you, its middle of the night and no one sees you nor tsu’tey walking out, he makes you stop in front of a Pa’li, he picks you up by your armpits and pulls you up onto the beast's back, and after he connects his tswin to the beast and jumps on its back just behind you, holding to your hip so you don't fall he makes the beast gallop away from the clan lands, you have to lean back on him so you don't fall, and the simple act makes you despise everything, he is so close while the mount gallops your hips sway with his making it feel like if it were an intimate thing, “where are you taking me?” you ask but Tsu’tey doesn’t answer, grate, you don't know where he is taking you, you are tied up, and he is holding you by the waist like if you were lovers, after what seems an eternity you ask him again with no response, although you can feel him brooding on your back, “I’m hungry, and I’m tired” you say, “can you keep quiet” he finally snaps, “if you want me to shut up, I need food, sleep and information to where you are taking me” you snap back, he sighs like if you were the most insufferable thing in this world, “good luck buddy, I’m not happy as well” you feel his hand tighten on your hip “lean on me” he finally says while brooding, “what?” you say, he growls “I said lean on me and try to sleep” you look at your back to see he was the same man who was beating you up nothing more than 3 hours ago, you narrow your eyes, but you do as he says, and you lean on his shoulder, closing your eyes you drift off to sleep.

Tsu’tey wakes you up some time after, you look up trying to shake off your sleepiness, it happens very quickly when you are faced with the Ayram alusìng (Hallelujah Mountains), you blink several times, but they are still there, you glare at him feeling your rage and fear rising, Tsu’tey brought you to the Hallelujah Mountains at middle of the night, that is where the banshees where, what was he planning, he gets off the mount and then pulls you down leaving you in your feet, you were all but killing him with your stare, your eyes go to the mountains and then to your bound wrists, and in your mind you knew he was going to make you do something that you wouldn’t like.