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Daddy’s Girl - a Sam Drake x ofc oneshot

Georgia Chapman still isn’t done with Sam Drake, and he’s far from finished with her.

An epilogue to The Golden Library story.

Word count: ~11.5k (1 Chapter) [complete]

Warnings: 18+ only NSFW!!! Sam being a filthy filthy boi, all about the ass, breathplay, Daddy kink, anal, technically but not quite cuckolding, penetrative sex, fingering. Sex on a desk, oral sex. Friends with benefits. Absolutely sickening fluff, bit of angst

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Very much based on this meme, please enjoy:

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Just doing this bc I'm curious/research reasons

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Mad Max Fury Road one of my favourite films…I cannot wait for Furiosa

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Friendly Fire - Chapter One: Wild Animals

Ellie Thibodeaux holds arguably the worst job in Bridgehead City. She’s not a cook. She’s not even a cleaner. She’s the resident RDA psychiatrist, and her next assignment is helping the formerly deceased Project Phoenix come to terms with being brought back to life as an entirely different species.

Enter Colonel Miles Quaritch, the most reluctant, and most challenging patient she’s ever had the displeasure of treating.

James Cameron’s Avatar - The Way Of Water (2022)

Recombinant Quaritch x ofc (currently professional/platonic, enemies/annoyances to friends, could be more) & Quaritch x Paz Socorro

Warnings: mild swears

Tagging: @kmc1989 (lmk if you want added to the taglist!)

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Prologue | Chapter 2

Wild Animals

“Take a seat-“ Sir?

No, screw that, Colonel Quaritch wasn’t her commanding officer.

”-…over there.” Ellie gestured at the comically large armchair placed opposite her own human-sized one.

She stifled a nervous giggle. Strange to be the one giving the orders for a change.

Just make sure these recom soldiers are of relatively sound mind. Flag any issues. That’s your only job.

Ellie understood why her role existed. The big bosses of the RDA were more than a little twitchy at any mention of recombinants after the actions of Jake Sully, Na’vi sympathiser. It could not happen again.

The destruction of the Omatikaya Hometree sixteen years prior had been a colossal waste of money and lives. Ardmore called the shots now, and was determined to do things differently this time around. She figured cheaper and easier to employ a psychiatrist, than be doomed to repeat history. Video diaries alone weren’t going to cut it anymore.

It might be Ellie’s only job, but it was one Hell of a job. She was the one holding the metaphorical scales judging the outcome of Project Phoenix.

She ran through her usual welcome-to-the-session spiel as she sat down to face Quaritch, adjusting her visor under her chin.

That was another thing. Neither of them could breathe the other’s air.

A power move for sure, since she was the one currently speaking through an exopack, the rubber seal itching her face terribly.

Compromise. It had to happen.

Part of her didn’t think Quaritch would even deign to show up. But Ardmore had reassured Ellie that he took his schedule very seriously. And if the Colonel was one thing, it was punctual.

But why would any of the recombinant soldiers bother with a shrink in the first place?

The General had promised certain motivations for those who regularly attended their appointments with Tibbs, M.D. Things that were hard to come by. Items that made living on an alien planet, and in a new alien form, a little more bearable.

Zdinarsik had a penchant for pink bubblegum. Sure thing. Mansk had a quite frankly embarrassing collection of expensive sunglasses. Forget about it, done. Fike and Wainfleet, Ellie wasn’t privy to their wants, but she had a feeling they were of the adult reading material variety.

Still only human, even in a non-human body.

Quaritch, well, Ellie wasn’t sure what he liked yet.

Did he like anything?

Judging by the look on his face, he certainly didn’t like her.

Goddamn it, initiating conversation with these blue giants never got any easier. They were all just so intimidating.

Ellie cleared her throat and tried to look ill-at-ease as she took the first step.

“So, what would you like to talk about today?”

No response.

Well, that was rude.

She tried for more casual, conversational. “How’s Project Phoenix treating you so far?”

Still nothing. Maybe an expletive muttered under his breath as he stared her down.

Oh great, he was going to be one of those.

”Whatever, it’s your hour.” Ellie shrugged. “I get paid the same whether you talk or not.”

They sat in claustrophobic silence for over forty-five minutes, the Colonel clearly going to the place deep in his mind where he could feel no pain, and Ellie wishing she could do the same.

Towards the end, when it was apparent he wasn’t going to give her anything at all, she started writing on her notepad, scrambling for something she could type up later that was incrementally more interesting than the colour of the walls or what the weather was doing.

The incessant scratching of pen on paper was what finally got the Colonel to speak up.

”What you scribbling there?” His cat-like ears flicked back in irritation. “You sketching my portrait or something?”

“Hm?” She glanced up, startled by the sound of his voice. “Oh, it’s just notes.”

”I ain’t done anything.”

”You haven’t said anything.” Ellie tapped her pen against her notepad. “I wouldn't write down specifics we discussed, doctor-patient confidentiality rules. But I can still write about your overall demeanour, how stressed you appear…unwillingness to co-operate. That’s the sort of thing I report back to the General.”

“Got it all figured out, doncha?” His sardonic reply made her stomach drop. “I don’t have to tell you anything, shrink-wrap.”

”No, but you may as well get something out of our session.” She replied, exasperation threatening her tone. “We can talk about literally anything.”

“Anything?” He suddenly leaned forward, fixing her with eye contact so intense she found it hard to hold his gaze. “Stays in this room?”

Ellie tried not to let her excitement show as she nodded agreement. Less than an hour and she was already wearing him down, a notoriously difficult customer. Who said the Colonel was hard to break?

“Alright.” He settled back in his oversized chair with a smirk. “Why don’t you tell me, about how that arm of yours ain’t real?”

Ellie couldn’t catch the shocked widening of her eyelids fast enough. ”Excuse me?”

She fought the instinctual twitch of reaching down to tug at her sleeve with her remaining hand. A nervous gesture, to cover herself.

But he was right on the money. Ellie Thibodeaux only had one arm.

Still a very sore subject. Power moves, indeed.

She could only gawp at him stupidly, speechless.

”I’ve seen my fair share of busted limbs.” Quaritch drawled. “I know a prosthetic, and a bad one at that, when I see one, even with your clothes on.”

Ellie meanwhile, was just staring back in horror.

“What got you? Landmine, congenital defect?” He quirked an eyebrow at her discomfort. “Wild animal?”

“That’s none of your concern.” To her annoyance, she sounded upset when she finally spoke. Ellie’s voice shook as she croaked out her words.

Crap, audible weakness.

With her exopack on, she couldn’t take a sip of water to break the tension. She couldn’t do anything except fog up the inside of her visor with how her breathing had quickened.

“I’m gonna go with the latter. The hand that still moves just strangled your pen to death.” Quaritch nodded knowingly, visibly pleased with his own intellect. “Guess you just didn’t run fast enough, back on Earth, huh?”

“Maybe I’m still running.” Ellie muttered. She blinked after the words hung in the atmosphere between them.

Why’d I say that?

“Are you, now?” He finally looked somewhat interested in her. “What are you running from, shrink?”

The datapad on the table to her right started beeping insistently. Ellie‘s end-of-session alarm was sounding, an entire hour had finally passed.

Thank Christ for that.

She forced an angelic smile, beyond relieved.

”Sorry, Colonel. That’s all the time we have for today.”

“Hm.” He nodded, already standing to leave. ”Was just getting good.”

”Will you be attending our next session?” Ellie asked, unable to keep the hostility out of her voice. She was hoping for a firm no. Fine, let Ardmore deal with him.

Her professional facade had well and truly slipped. Quaritch had successfully rattled her.

”I might.” He didn’t even look back. “See you around, shrink-wrap.”

Oh God. She would see him around, no doubt. Bridgehead City was big, but not big enough. The entire planet of Pandora was no longer big enough for her liking.

Ellie exhaled and slumped down in her chair, exhausted. “Shit.”

That could have gone better.

He’d told her nothing, and gotten uncomfortably close to her heart in record time, homing in on her missing arm as easily as an enemy target.

Who’s breaking who, then?

Obviously, he wasn’t Colonel for no reason. She knew that now.

Ellie was already dreading his second session more than she ever thought possible.

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Quaritch’s default response to anyone dealing with a minor inconvenience being “but did you die?”

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Bitch if u don’t finish “when your line is crossed” then i will finish YOU. Baushshshdjsbisjsis it’s the greatest thing ever written and the way you write Sam is so dirty and gross yet hot and dilfy and sexy and downright SINFUL i just want to scream. Pleasepleapslspelspsl finish it i need HARDCORE ANIMALISTIC SEX WITH PERVY SAM OKAY

Babe your ask made my damn YEAR. Ok ok I might be persuaded to finish it. I love that fic so much. Give me a few weeks I’m sure I can have Sam fulfill your needs. Damn I love that pervy man so much.

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Friendly Fire - Prologue

Ellie Thibodeaux holds arguably the worst job in Bridgehead City. She’s not a cook. She’s not even a cleaner. She’s the resident RDA psychiatrist, and her next assignment is helping the formerly deceased Project Phoenix come to terms with being brought back to life as an entirely different species.

Enter Colonel Miles Quaritch, the most reluctant, and most challenging patient she’s ever had the displeasure of treating.

James Cameron’s Avatar - The Way of Water (2022)

Recombinant Quaritch x ofc (currently professional/platonic, enemies/annoyances to friends, could be more) & Quaritch x Paz Socorro

Warnings: currently none

Tagging: If you want tagged for this series let me know! It is gonna be a longread, we all know how I LOVE a longread

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| Chapter 1

Prologue

Dead man walking!

That was what the RDA soldiers had yelled in her direction as she stepped off the Valkyrie onto Pandoran soil late last year.

She tried to walk proudly into the buildings of Bridgehead City, with her head held high and her back straight. It was easier in the lower gravity. Intimidation might work on greenhorns, but it wasn’t going to work on her.

She’d already been through more in her life than any of them would ever know.

“This better than Earth.” Ellie struggled to convince herself as she got used to breathing with an exopack for the first time. “It has to be.”

A second chance. A second life. Wasn’t that a saying amongst the natives? That you were born twice?

Ellie dug that. She’d take all the chances she could get.

Six years of cryosleep for this. She was guaranteed Paradise, back on Earth when she signed on with the RDA. Instead, all she ever saw of Pandora was infrastructure, concrete and steel.

None of the greenery, impossible colours and bioluminescence her orientation literature had promised. It was too dangerous, apparently. The local tribes were still referred to as hostiles. The RDA had tried, and failed, to tame Pandora.

Her world was brown, grey and that disgusting khaki green she had grown to hate. Same colour as the food she was served in the canteen every damn day.

Bridgehead was plenty hostile as it was.

She didn’t fit with the two main factions in Bridgehead. Not a soldier, neither a scientist.

A goddamn shrink. That was what everyone called her. Intellectuals and hired thugs alike. They didn’t think she was useful, or necessary. She didn’t study the native wildlife or know how to handle a gun. She didn’t speak Na’vi. Practically useless in survival situations.

“Tibbs!”

General Ardmore caught her attention after breakfast. Ellie didn’t like the older woman much, she was a textbook narcissist, but fortunately she wasn’t paid her generous annual salary to like people. That would cost you extra.

“Guess who woke up yesterday?”

Ellie silently stared at the name on the file in Ardmore’s hand. She’d heard the stories, which by now seemed more like legends passed down through the generations of human settlers. This particular soldier, and future patient of hers, was the one member of Project Phoenix she was least looking forward to meeting.

He had quite the reputation. Even from beyond the figurative grave.

“That’s right, sweetheart-“ Ardmore grinned widely at the pained expression on her face. “Colonel Miles Quaritch, back from the dead.”

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New Avatar fic incoming. Will be posted on my ao3 soon.

Will be Project Phoenix-centric.

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My Avatar obsession is reawakening and

My absolute favourite trope of all time is hero and villain teaming up to fight an EVEN BIGGER bad. (See Sparrow and Barbossa in PotC 2&3)

Please lord let Sully and Quaritch team up in one of the next movies to save their respective children.

Potential for so much conflict, Neytiri wants to kill Quaritch every chance she gets, but they’ve already sown the seeds for this version of Quaritch being more empathetic towards Spider. Quaritch can also fly a banshee. (*gasp* Toruk makto?!)

I reckon the rich tycoons from Earth are coming for Pandora cos they’re fed up with investing their money only for the RDA to fuck things up and fail not once but twice to neutralise the “hostiles” (god I hate even typing that word its awful)

Mark my words the EVEN BIGGER BAD is coming

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It’s been a year and a half and “proper Scottish welcome” still raises my blood pressure to dangerous levels

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Ask My OC Anything

Ask my OC any question you want! Any question at all, and they will answer it. I can even promise they’ll probably answer honestly. 

Go ahead - ask my OC!

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I feel like there are a lot of people out there who needs to hear this:

If you dropped out of school because of undiagnosed (or diagnosed) ADHD, Autism, ADD, OCD, Dyslexia, Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar disorder, psychotic disorders, schizophrenia etc… You did not fail. The education system failed you.

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I thought this was a fever dream but no.

Uncharted subreddit has a post from a user clearly lost who is trying to pick a new name for his son. The English version of his son’s name is…Semen. You can see how this could be a problem.

The thing is, the Uncharted subreddit is genuinely (mostly) trying to help, along with a few suggestions of ‘just call the kid Sully’.

Kinda heartwarming, gotta say.

Eagerly awaiting updates.

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I just found a fic for game! Nathan Drake. SPECIFICALLY uncharted 4 Nathan drake. Am I in heaven?

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Still can’t get over saying ‘my dog’. I have a dog. He is My Dog. Finally, I once again, have A Dog.

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Uncharted vs Tomb Raider vs Indiana Jones (x) @giftober 2023 | Day 1: First Meeting