#miles quaritch and daughter

[loaksreya]

i wish there were more miles quaritch daughter reader fics

[fl3shm4id3n]

Hi there! I have a very silly thought that I wanna share with you. Just imagine if Miles had a teen daughter that fought in the war and died with him and now him and her are recomes. Just imagine in the scene were Miles gets his own ikran and names it cupcake imagine recome y/n trying to get an ikran but instead of the ikran trying to kill her it just gets close to her and wants to be her friend, and what does Y/n name it? Deathlord. Get it? Miles with an aggressive ikran that will kill anything in front of it called cupcake and Y/n with an ikran that's too scared to hurt a bug named deathlord.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: Descriptions of death (being attacked by Viperwoolf), Ikran taming.

A/N: In all honesty, I always like the stuff you come up with and I enjoy writing them.♡

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You dad would often tall you 'The Runt' of the team, due to being much smaller soldier, and because how much more sympathetic you were towards everyone around you. He didn't really like the fact that you, his daughter was very soft. He thought that others might take advantage of your kindness. He wanted you to have tough skin. Don't get him wrong, he loves you and all, but you're in a whole different planet where kindness isn't really necessary.

15 years later, you woke up in your new body. You had died in battle, this was now your new body. But it felt different too. As a way to get used to your new reality. You were made to watch a video about your death, you watched how the Viperwolves attacked and ate at your still living body. Your old screams made a shiver run down your spine, this was like watching a very fucked up horror movie.

Then your dad woke up, in a panic, Attacking everyone that got near him. After that little tumble, your dad was fine and recognized what was happening. He was very happy to see you. He would have done anything to bring you back to life as well. It was strange since you and him looked like the enemy, but he didn't care, he was glad that his daughter was with him.

Weeks later, came Spider. Who turns out to be your half brother. As much as your dad didn't want to get attached to him, he did. He already basically had taken him in as his own. Despite Spider's situation, he was going to be treated with the same respect because of your dad's orders. All he had to do was just go along with the plan and nobody gets hurts. You had already started bonding with your brother. It was nice being around with anther kid your age, technically you'd be older, but you and him were the same age.

Due to Spider's knowledge in na'vi, the Deja blu team had decided to learn a bit of their ways. Besides the language, they wanted to learn how to bond with the creatures. So Spider took the group to the mountains to claim an Ikran. You had to get rid of your shoes and cut your pants into shorts, so that your feet could have a better grip. At the top, you saw the many ikran flying around, they were almost like dragons, interesting. Your dad decided to go first just for safety. He thought about doing it the easy way, but after he learned that Jake did it the hard way, so will he.

You watched as your dad basically began to fight the creature. It was kind of funny to see, punching the Ikran. Then he mounted the beast and tried to get it to calm down, but that only made things worse. After Spider forgot to tell him an important detail, the Ikran took your dad with him down the water fall. You ran over to see if you could spot him along with Spider. Their was no sight of him, until you saw him properly flying with her creature, in victory. Now It was your turn to get yours.

At first you were nervous, what if you fell and died? Or what if an Ikran doesn't want you? The more you thought of it, you didn't seen the Ikran that was approaching you. It was a bit smaller than the other, and it had a color scheme of purple and pink. With a hot pink chin and bright lilac eyes. Why wasn't it attacking you? You only watched as the ikran got closer, sniffing your hand. Then it rubbed her head onto your hand, as if it wanted pets. So you gave her a small pet, followed by a little scratch behind what you assumed would its ear. You then saw how she brought their bonding antenna towards you. Then you brought your queue and attached into the antenna.

You felt the bond for sure. You could basically feel her heart beat, the movements of her wings and her eyes. That's when you learned that she was a girl. You mounted into her back, positioning yourself properly, then she took off down the water fall. It was scary at first, but you got the hang of it. You thought about her name as you were in the sky. Not something like Cupcake, Pancake or Something like that. You then came up with the name 'Deathlord.' That sounded cool.

Your dad teased you a bit for calling your ikran that. He commented that she looks like she'd never hurt a fly, or that she'd hide behind you in a dangerous situation, not only that but he had brought up how small she was. Saying she must be the runt of the litter, like you. But his was a bit dumber, who'd name a killer machine like his Ikran 'Cupcake'?

[inmyfxith]

The Orange Ropes

A/N: Young!Sully!reader (female reader)

Summary: As a member of the Sully family, you embark on a heroic quest to save your sister, Kiri. Even as you face the fear of not being able to break away from the colonel's grip, you find comfort in the knowledge that your father and mother will come to your rescue, as they always do.

Warnings: None

Words: 613

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With Tuk leading the way, Kiri's rescue was a family affair. And so, as the Sullys stick together, you, a delicate child, could not be left behind on this heroic quest. Your agile limbs flailed in the crystal waters as Tsireya, unable to abandon you, wrapped her arm around your waist to hasten your pace. Fate had brought you together, as you had lost Aonung and Rotxo and stumbled upon the boat where Tsireya had spotted and almost rescued you. The cold metal of the boat chilled your feet, cooled by the water that rushed in after Payakan's attacks.

Your eyes were wide with wonder, taking in all the unfamiliar human surroundings. But before you could fully take it all in, a strong hand grasped your arm and pulled you towards a metal railing. The man's embrace was brutal and unfamiliar, causing panic to grip you and a scream to escape your lips. Helpless against him, your small hands were tied to the bar, your only defense a pitiful hissing sound, more like agony than anger. The man sneered, contempt etched on his face as he tightened his grip on your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

The man's features twisted with revulsion, "As savage as her mother," and in an instant, he vanished behind the ship's metal structures. Desperately, you pulled at your restraints, the fear of being unable to move freely causing tears to stream down your cheeks and hysteria to grip you. Kiri was by your side, alive but also bound, and Tuk, though worried for her own condition, urged you to calm.

"Dad is on his way, he will come to save us," but the reassurance was hollow, as it was not Jake who usually came to your rescue in perilous situations.

"Neteyam! Neteyam!" you cried out, futilely hoping he would appear and take you home. The sun descended, the ship growing darker, and still, no salvation came as bullets rained down upon the deck. As you sobbed and flailed your arms, fatigue began to overtake you.

As you screamed, your anguish reaching a crescendo, you fought against your bonds with wild determination, the orange ropes giving way to the sharp edge of a knife you had miraculously procured. But freedom was fleeting as your captor seized you by your queue, holding you at bay and rendering your struggles, bites, and kicks ineffective. Quaritch dragged you away from your sisters, who rose up against him, begging for your release, Kiri even offering to take your place, yet he paid them no heed. He clamped his large hand over your mouth, muffling your cries as Jake stormed onto the boat.

With a knife held menacingly against your throat, Jake became aware of your presence when one of your screams reached him. Quaritch held you firmly, your back pressed against his leg, his knee immobilizing you, pulling on your queue, and you were unable to free yourself. Concern etched on your father's face as he held Kiri and Tuk at bay, he reached out to you as if to reassure you that everything would be alright, even though doubt lingered in his voice.

As Jake approached the Colonel with caution, his hands raised in a sign of peaceful intent, Quaritch seemed deaf to his words. The knife's edge against your cheek, tears still clinging to it, your mind dissipated as if you were no longer there.

"What I couldn't do to your wife, perhaps I can do to her mirror image?" Quaritch sneered at Jake. But before he could act on his words, your mother materialized, her blade held against Spider's throat.

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

Taken: Dad!Quaritch

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word count: 2.2k

Request:  how Quaritch react if reader was taken by the RDA again?

A/N: Can be read seperately or as a continuation of my other Dad!quaritch fics, also drew inspiration from this TikTok

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You sat inside of the cell shaking as the tears streamed down your face, after the latest torture session that the RDA was determined to do in order to find out where your dad and Jake were, but you refused to give up anything on them. You sat there praying that your dad, Neteyam, or anyone knew that you were missing and was trying to find you but you also wondered if they knew and didn't care because you've been here almost a month still nothing.

"It's been almost a month general, surely if she was any interest to him or any of them, they would have attacked or tried to get her back by now." Lyle said to General Frances.

"That's an interesting thought but let's not give up hope yet, from what I saw during the time she was his prisoner, she's his weak spot." She said sipping her coffee as she watched you in your cell.

Meanwhile, Quaritch had been restless and angry since you had been kidnapped feeling like it was his fault and poor Neteyam blamed himself for not being there to prevent you from getting kidnapped you but none of them thought the RDA was still around. The first few hours they thought you had gotten lost, but then when someone came forward with your necklace and said they saw you with someone like Lyle being lifted into a plane, it was like their worst fear came alive. So for the past month, they had been coming up with a plan on how to get you back without anyone getting hurt.

"We found the base." Lo'ak said as him and Neteyam came back from scouting.

"Did you see her?" Neytiri asked Neteyam noticing how quiet he was.

"Yeah she didn't look good....they had tied her up to some machine...she looked so weak." He said struggling to keep it together.

"The memory machine, they hooked me up to that when I was taken. It makes you really weak every time they use it on you." Spider said as everyone looked at him.

"Memory machine? What does it do?" Jake asked him.

"Basically pulls up every memory you have and play it on a screen like a movie, probably trying to find you or dad. Did you see what was on the screen by chance?" He asked them.

"Her's looked blank for some reason." Neteyam said.

"She's blocking them from getting inside her head. Grandmother had been teaching her that but we didn't think she could do it." Kiri said as everyone smiled at how strong you were.

The RDA only gave you enough food and water to keep you from dying every time they used the machine on you. You were slowly giving up hope that someone was coming to save you until you heard the alarms go off making you perk up with curiosity until you saw your dad making you smile as he did come to save you after all.  The second the door was open, you ran into his arms grateful for him at this moment.

"It's okay, I'm here now. I'm sorry it took so long, we were trying to figure out the best plan to rescue you without anyone getting hurt." He said squeezing you as you looked at him.

"We?" You asked confused.

"Yeah, the Sullys are here helping with your boyfriend and brother in the sky as scouts. So let's get out of here."He said making you smile at the thought that your second family came to help rescue you.

Normally hating when your dad carried you, you figured it would be easier if he did so you didn't have to try and keep with his giant self.  Everyone had made it out of the lab and everyone was hugging you grateful that you were alive and whatnot, Neteyam hadn't left your side since you gotten out and you two were headed to his Ikran so you could help home when a shot rang out making everyone freeze. Neteyam looked at you in horror as you stumbled forward into his arms as Jake and Quaritch ran over to you.

"Dad! We have to help her!" Neteyam said panicking as he held you in his arms.

"The lab! They might have an avatar for her, but we have to get her there fast." Jake said as he tried to stop bleeding enough to get you there and to do the transfer.

"Give her to me!" Your dad said taking you in his arms as he climbed onto his Ikran and headed to the lab as everyone followed.

"Daddy?" You asked him making the tears fall down his face.

"It's going to be okay baby, I promise." He said placing a kiss on your forehead.

A few minutes later they landed at the lab, and Quaritch jumped off and ran inside with you in his arms to find Norm in hopes that he could do the transfer as Neteyam and everyone followed behind worriedly.

"Please tell me you can do it! I can't afford to lose her, I just got her back." Quaritch said as the tears fell down her face.

"I can try but there's no guarantee, say your final words to her human form and comfort her as I get it set up." He said as he began setting everything up.

"It's going to be okay sweetheart, I promise. When you wake up you are gonna feel brand new. I love you and I'm sorry for not being here for so long." He said brushing a hand through your hair.

"It's alright, you may annoy me 90% of the time, but I still love you. If something goes wrong, promise me you won't go back to your old ways and you'll take care of Spider?" You asked him.

"I will baby, I promise. Now Neteyam wants to talk to you real quick." He said as he and Neteyam switched sides.

"Ney is that you?" You asked as you felt yourself get sleepier.

"Yeah it's me, baby, I'm sorry. This is all my fault." He said as the tears slide down his face.

"Ney it's not your fault....it's never your fault....you've made me so happy the past 19 years, you know?" You said making him smile.

"I know because I feel the same way....I love you baby. I promise to be here when you wake up." He said pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you too Ney, if something goes wrong...Take care of Lo'ak and Spider, they may be knuckleheads but they mean well, that goes for you too Jake." You said making Jake laugh as Norm came over to let you know that it was time.

The last thing you remember was seeing norm put a mask over your face before everything went black. Your dad stayed by your side the whole time, while they waited for you to wake or reject the process, and Neteyam stayed as long as he could talking to you every day. Everyone would come in each day and talk to you in hopes you wake up, and without you there it put a damper on everyone's mood.

You slowly started waking up and allowing your eyes to get adjusted to the bright lights of the lab, you looked over and saw your dad sound asleep next to you with his hand laced with yours, so you squeezed his hand but nothing. You slowly sat up there not to disturb him, and that's when you noticed you were blue. Did this mean you weren't human anymore?

"Hey kid, how are you feeling?" Norm asked walking over to you.

"Good but a little confused. Did I?" You asked him.

"Yeah while getting rescued, you were shot through the chest by Lyle who in turned killed, and your only way of surviving was to do the transfer, so now you are no longer human but Na'vi like your dad and Jake." He said as you smiled.

"Really?" You asked shocked as Norm showed you your reflection in a mirror and a smile spread across your face.

"Thank you, Norm." You said hugging him as you heard movement from where your dad sat as he looked at you a few times before a smile spread on his face.

"Hi, dad." You said as he made over to you, so he could hug you.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?" He asked you.

"I feel great, but you look like shit no offense." You said making him laugh as the lab door opened.

"Glad to see you are still the same y/n." He said as he ruffled your hair

"Y/N! Your awake!" Tuk said running over to you and asking you to pick her up as Lo'ak and Spider made their way into the lab.

"Y/n finally! You don't know how boring it's been with you." Lo'ak said hugging you.

"Glad your back twin, although we really don't look like twins anymore." Spider said to you as you two did your handshake.

"Maybe one day again, we will." You said to him as you looked for Neteyam.

"Older brother duties, though dad may let him go, once I tell him the news." Lo'ak said before pressing his necklace.

"Hey dad, can you tell lover boy that his mate is awake and asking for him?" Lo'ak said as you heard Jake scold him for messing with him.

"It's true Jake, I'm awake." You said as you heard radio silence on the other end.

"Uh-oh, I think you killed dad." Lo'ak said as you guys laughed knowing it was true as Jake saw you as one of his kids.

A few minutes later, you saw Jake and Neytiri walk through the door and make their way over to you as Neytiri wrapped you up in a hug as Jake joined as well. They both considered you their child and when you got hurt they had been worried sick especially Jake that the transfer wouldn't go through. While you were hugging them, you saw Neteyam enter the lab.

"Alright everyone, let's give them some space." Jake said as the kids started filling out.

"You two Quaritch." Neytiri said as he reluctantly got up and left you making you laugh at his antics.

"So what do you think? I think blue is my color. " You said to him as he laced your hands with his.

"It is. I'm so glad you are alive, you don't know how many days I have come here and sat with you praying that you wake, talking to you. I missed you so much, baby." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

"I missed you two. I know I heard you a few times, it was very frustrating not being able to talk to you back." You said to him making him laugh.

"Now you can talk to me all you want, and now we can do even more stuff together. but most of all I'm glad your here." He said wrapping his arms around you as you rest your head on his chest.

"I'm glad I'm here too." You said with a smile on your face.

[baby-alien11]

Being Miles Quaritch daughter (2)

Living in Pandora with ten years and a little brother almost newborn wasn't easy at first

Especially the first months, beacuse you often cried to sleep due to missing all of your family

But fortunately, a big part of the humans that stayed in Pandora, helped you to take care of little Miles

And thanks to that, you and Miles grow up learning and apreciating the planet that was your new home

And with spending time in the forest, it also included spending time with the Sully family, mostly the kids

While growing, Miles was the one that played along with the kids, meanwhile you stayed close reading a book keeping an eye on him

The kids were nice to both of you, often showing interest in your things

But with Jake and Neytiri, things were a little different

Specially when both of you were the children of the person that tried to kill them and attacked their clan multiple times

You couldn't blame them, your father's actions were horrible

After hearing all the things he did and tried to, you couldn't look at him the same way you did when he was alive

Due to spending time in the forest and with the omaticaya, Miles started to dress and act like them, including having blue paint in his body with the excuse to look more like them, also starting to demand that everyone named him Spider

You prefered to dress still like your own kind while having beads in your hair, and accesories like necklaces and bracelets from the na'vi

Basically, your life was good

Until the RDA came back

The return of the RDA meant to all of the omaticaya clan including his human allies moved from the forest to the Hallellujah mountains

Within the year, things got really intense because of the attacks of the omaticaya clan towards the RDA

But that didn't stop Spider, Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk to explore the forest, dragging you with them because you never leave your brother alone

Due to the fact that you didn't know how to climb trees, Lo'ak had to carry you in his back

After walking for a little while, you end up founding a crashed ship from the battle from years ago

Also founding the AMP suit and the avatar units

That made you sick, becuase you knew that belonged to your father who died in that same place

"Okay guys, I think we've seen enough", you said trying to get them to leave, "You know we cannot be here"

"Sis, chill a little", Spider said watching the place, "This is where our dads fought"

"Exactly", you replied, "Enough reasons to go back"

"Guys, Y/N has a point", Kiri supported you, "Dad is going to kill you, Lo'ak, specially because Tuk is here"

Unfortunately, it was to late, because a group of avatars that none of you ever seen arrived at the place, causing Lo'ak to alert Jake about the situation

In response, Jake told him to get out of there

But it was to late because, all of you had been captured by them

And after paying attention to all of them, you noticed some similarities with part of your founded family

Comfirming everything when Quartich identified Spider

"What's your name, kid?", Quaritch asked with interest

"Socorro", Spider answered

"Miles?", Quaritch cuestioned bending down to be at the level of his eyes, "I thought they sent you and your sister back to earth"

"A baby could die if they put them in a crio machine, genius", you practically yelled gainning his attention

"Y/N", Miles said getting close to you, "You are not a child anymore"

"Of course not", you laughed with sarcasm, "I'm 24 now"

But when the night arrived, the chaos erupted

While the Sully kids went back with their parents, you and Spider were captured by the recoms, ending up in the new base of the RDA

Fortunately, both of you ended up in the same cell

While Spider started to scream and try to break the glass with a chair, you just lay down in the table knowing that they weren't going to let you go so easily

But suddenly, two guards entered the room dragging Spider with them, causing you to fight to letting him go, but that didn't work because they were a lot stronger than you

During the whole time that your brother was out of sight, you only cried while pacing around the cell, you spend all of your life taking care of him, only to get ripped of your side in an instant

After what felt like hours, Spider finally came back to the cell looking tired and a little traumatized, causing you to give him a hug and assure that he was good, letting him stay under the table for more security while sitting by his side

Few moments later, Quaritch entered the cell making you and Spider tense by his presence

Taking the opportunity, Spider tried to escape but Miles anticipated that, catching him mid-air and putting him on the table, doing the same with you

After a chat about how he wasn't the same man as before and how he wasn't related to you, the three of you made an agreement: you and Spider (mostly Spider) will help him and the rest of the recoms how to be true na'vi

So, after getting new oxi-masks with tracking chips, you flew with the rest of the team to the forest

"There she is!", Lyle exclaimed with happiness while flying, "Little Quatirch back with the team"

"Hi uncle Lyle", you smiled a little nostalgic noticing how Z-Dog and Mansk also were watching you, "Aunt Z, uncle Mansk"

During the whole flight, you made sure to get a hold grip on Spider by his loincloth to make sure he doesn't try to jump from the plane, even if the two of you were surrounded

When you finally arrived at the forest, you and Spider stand on a fallen tree to be at the same level to the recoms

And when you heard their attempted of na'vi, both of you laughed lightly gainning their attention

That's how the full na'vi curse started

From connecting with the woods, learning how to climb, what to eat, the importance of Eywa and identifying the animals that lived there

Until, the time to claim an ikran came, and due to the fact that you didn't know how to climb and Spider couldn't climb with you in his back, you ended up in your father's back

"I don't know if you rembember this, but you used to carry me like this when I was a child", you said casually

"I remember that", Miles responded, "I might not be the same as before, but I have all the memories"

"In that case, can I ask why Paz didn't get a avatar body?", you asked carefuly so Spider didn't listen

"She wasn't part of my main squad", Miles sighed, "Only of the pilots squad, that's why; you miss her, huh?"

"Everyday", you nodded, "I made sure to tell Spider stories of her once he started to understand things"

After that chat and reaching out the floating mountains where the ikrans lived, you sat in a rock to watch their attempts of tamming one

Of course, Miles Quaritch being the leader of the squad, had to go first, which wasn't easy

"And he's dead", you sentenced after he falled along with the ikran, "Again"

Hearing that sentence, Spider along with all the recoms laugh a little

Surprisingly, he was alive and encouraging the rest of his team to claim an ikran, which lasted almost all day

After all of them claimed their ikrans, they started to fly with them, meaning that you and Spider had to fly in your father's ikran

For most of the time flying, Spider continue to teaching the language and mannerisms of the na'vi, while you decided to take a little nap cuddled in your father's chest just like in the old times

Basically, things felt like before the first war (except for a blue detail)

Then, an alert about an old jet was sent

Things got worse from right there

From hunting and killing a tulkun just for a milliliters of liquid, to terrorizing small village of metkayinas, by burning their homes and killing one of their ilus

Watching all of that, made you keep Spider next to you, making sure that he doesn't leave your side

It was an terrifying situation to be in

Even worse when the Sully's became involved

The attemptes of both of you to letting Lo'ak, Tuk and a metkayina girl go didn't work, causing you to stay basically as prisioners in the inside of the ship

Fortunelly that didn't last long because you two managed to scape with the help of Neteyam and Lo'ak after a tulkun crashed the ship, but the eldest got shot by a bullet in the chest

Between you three and Tsireya, the metkayina girl who was also prisioned, took Neteyam to firm earth where Jake helped to carry him

Watching all of the scene in front of your eyes made you realize that even if your father wasn't the one who shot the bullet, he was the same man who screamed at you when you where ten before heading to go to war against the omaticaya

All of that things made you to curl yourself on the floor while crying in silence for all the damage he caused

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[sillyforjakesully]

This account is runned by @scaryinkdemon and is a side account to save the best story's and the best makers for avatar here on tumbler, so make sure you go support and thank these people for feeding the avatar Fandom their deepest desires 💙💙 this list is all of the main story's that have a series to them

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Some story's may contain NSFW, DARK THEMES, ANGST, SADDNESS,NON-CON AN MANY MORE/ READ AT YOU OWN RISK

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Red: still going on

Pink: most likely complete

Blue: one-shot

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@starkay Why so blue?

@milknhonies the New Mission

@fluloa Wet series

@whoreish-behaviour Revenant

@abs-2020 Monster

@tarrynightss Lovers death

@nanaitesully Eywa's Chance

@blackbeauty15 Hurt

@justasimps-blog Sinner and Saint

@sarasarami10 Quaritch x reader (Fem recom)

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My works

Avatar

Reunited

Lost and found family

Game of thrones

Red assassin. Pt2

One piece

Wandering canary

Twilight

The raven and the vampire Updated 2/23/24

Eternals

Golden eyed phantom pt2

[pearlsinmyhair]

༄ breath of venus ༄

chapter six ~ eye of the storm

summary: venus bullies lopez a little. she and mansk have another moment. quaritch and venus find a little bit of calm. quaritch and lyle start to coparent. venus speaks spanish.

word count: 5.4k

warnings: cursing en español

authors note: ok guys, i’m so sorry if this spanish is not up to par. i cross referenced so many different sources, especially about the use of ‘chocha.’ remember how venus patted lyle’s head when she was a baby?

glossary

¿hablás español? - (do) you speak spanish?

Sí, lo estudié durante muchos años. Sin embargo, mi acento está fuera de práctica. - yes, i studied it for many years. however, my accent is out of practice.

Tu acento está bien. Sólo un poco rígido. - your accent is fine. just a little stiff.

Tus tatuajes son un farol, ¿verdad? - your tattoos are a bluff, right?

¿Qúe? - what?

chocha - pussy

eres terrible, niña - you are terrible, girl

Y eres crédulo. - and you are gullible

“all sins are attempts to fill voids.” - simone weil

“I don’t believe you.” said Ja from the bank of the spring they had stopped at. Venus was knee deep in said spring cooling off, and she laughed softly at his words.

“You can refuse to believe it. That doesn’t mean that it is not true.” she replied as she waded to the sand. “I swear to you, on all that I hold dear, that they are like my siblings.”

They had been traveling non-stop for nearly two weeks now, and their bodies ached with cramps and knots that never seemed to ease. It was Venus’s suggestion that they stop.

She knew the area by description, not experience. The Omatikaya had close connections with the Tawkami due to the latter clan’s trading outposts and routes. As tsakarem, Venus was given the responsibility of diplomacy and hospitality and was charged with greeting the visitors. Neteyam occasionally accompanied her, but his age made him quick to annoyance and uneasy with the tentative nature of alliance. She had not seen a trader since before the war, and she personally believed that they had hidden, at least from the Omatikaya and other clans of close proximity to Bridgehead.

Many of the marines had taken the opportunity to empty their packs and wash clothes. Venus even showed them some plants they could use to clean, not wanting to pollute the stream with the harsh soap they carried.

Quaritch notably did not participate, instead keeping watch whilst leaning against a nearby tree. He seemed determined to disassociate from anything Venus involved herself in, and it was beginning to irk her.

“What are their names, then?” Zdog butt in, and Venus waved a dismissive hand at her.

“It’s my turn now. You’ll have to save your question.”

It took three days for someone to break the silence of the group as they traveled. Quaritch had given Venus a throat comm and ear piece, but there hadn’t been much talking besides orders and directions. It was Lopez who had snapped whatever invisible tension that rested between her and the recombinants when he suggested a game.

It was simple: Venus and the squad would each have five questions that they would ask a day. Ten questions total over the span of twenty-four hours. He called it ‘trade’. Quaritch called it a waste of time. But they had tried it anyway, and it was working so far.

The squad had already asked her two questions: the one at which Ja showed disbelief of was if she had animal mounts besides her ikran. She had explained Pali, and then added that she had a close familial bond with a few thanators.

Venus pulled her songcord from beside her ear as she asked her question.

“Can I see your tattoos?”

She figured that it wasn’t too much to ask.

That was another rule: no deep questions. None that would entail revealing secrets, at least, both personal and war related. Said rule had been instilled by none other than the grumpy Colonel not twenty feet from where she stood.

Most of the squad had removed their tops to rinse off, so she got a pretty good view of most of their tattoos. The few that hadn’t stripped were Ja, Mansk, and Quaritch.

Zdog went first. The female recombinant hadn’t exactly minded taking off her shirt and standing in a sports bra. Next to Venus you look like a nun, Brown had joked. Venus whacked him with her tail and Z whipped his shoulder with her rolled up tank.

Unlike most of the others, Zdog’s tattoos were colored, and she even allowed the girl to trace the honeycomb-like structures across her arm. When her finger wandered to the snake with the inscription of ‘deathless’ on its scales, she met Z’s eyes and raised a brow.

The woman just chuckled, and Venus moved to the others. She deliberately saved Quaritch and Wainfleet for last. She lingered at Mansk, whose tattoo was covered by his shirt. He had flipped his sunglasses atop his head, showing his different colored irises.

“Eventually.” she said to him, referring to his covered tattoo. He nodded. “Eventually.”

When she moved on to Lopez, she had to bite back a grin. She had been waiting for this moment for some time now.

There was a human woman that had stayed after the war. She was beautiful, with dark curly hair and bronze skin, and her voice tilted with an accent that sounded delightful to young Venus’s ears.

The woman’s name was Lilliana, and she was one of the first avatars who interacted with her without fearing Neytiri’s wrath. Venus grew attracted to her and often went with her to the avatar tent, something that Neytiri greatly appreciated when she had Neteyam and Kiri, with Lo’ak on the way.

It was there that she got introduced to Reggaeton. She could still remember the moment that she heard the strings of a guitar and the bump of electronic bass when she was seven.

Long story short, she demanded that Lilliana teach her spanish, mostly so she could sing it, and partially so she could understand. Norm was able to procure language books and work pages while Lilliana helped instruct her and fill the gaps.

And it was for that reason that she easily translated the tattoo inked across Lopez’s chest.

Sepulturero.

She had nearly curled her lip in disgust when she first saw it, but then she decided that the irony of it was amusing.

“Gravedigger.” she uttered as she stood in front of Lopez, studying the way the word arched under his collarbones.

He raised a brow, eyes widening in slight shock. “¿Hablas español?” he asked softly.

“Sí, lo estudié durante muchos años. Sin embargo, mi acento está fuera de práctica.” she said as she shifted her attention to the tatted brass knuckles on his hand.

“Tu acento está bien. Sólo un poco rígido.”

She nodded at his words. As much as she’d love to sit and talk with him, she had much more pressing matters to attend to.

“Tus tatuajes son un farol, ¿verdad?” she said, allowing her voice to rise slightly in volume. The marines conversations had died down, now attuned to the way that Lopez’s expression shifted from surprise to anger at her words.

“¿Qué?” he questioned, his eyes hardening as her face shifted towards amusement.

“Your tattoos, they must be a bluff. There is a saying from a human book: any man who says ‘I am king’ is no king. I believe it to be the same with these markings. Why would you need to write it on your skin if your actions did not already prove them true?”

Lopez practically snarled at her, but this was not the first time that a man taller and older than her had shown such hubris. Having brothers honed her skills at humbling others, and she applied them when needed.

She smiled up at Lopez mockingly, cocking her head to the side in a silent challenge.

This was a common occurance between them. Lopez was the only one who truly entertained her antics, so she pestered him when she needed to let off steam. Be that through ikran chases or arm wrestling or death diving.

She knew she had touched a nerve, but she had learned Lopez’s emotions well. He was pissed, yes, but he wouldnt hurt her. He frequently insulted her back, so this verbal repertoire was relatively tame.

It was Quaritch’s insistence upon her stopping that angered her. And now was no different.

“Venus, Lopez, knock it off.” he called from the shade. Venus’s tail lashed as she glared over her shoulder at the Colonel. Every time she had any semblance of relaxation or fun, he was breathing down the back of her neck, treating her like she was some spoiled brat that he’d been stuck with.

Lopez followed his orders, though he shoulder checked Venus as he passed. It was that action that made her realize that she may have bruised his ego a bit more than intended, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

These were her captors, after all. She had no need to feel sorry for them.

At least, not about immature insults about tattoos.

She carefully removed the woven jewelry from around her waist as she stepped to the water once more. She set the strands and her armbands down on her bag before she reached up and untied her chocker from her neck.

She passed the piece to Ja, explaining how each little dark point was a claw or a tooth from one of her siblings when they were babies, and his eyebrows shifted up as he handled it with care, studying the necklace.

Venus walked over to a ledge that wasn’t far from where Lopez and Brown were now conversing good naturedly. Lopez’s shoulders still knit from her insults, and she smiled to herself. She checked to make sure that the water was deep enough as she stood on the edge of the rock.

She turned to them and took a deep breathe, recalling what Lilliana had always said.

‘If a boy or a man every gets a big head, you set him right. you plant your feet in the ground, turn to him, and call him una-‘

“chocha.”

Lopez turned to her so quick that she barely had time to squeak before he leapt at her, tackling her right into the water below.

For a moment there was nothing but splashing and churning white, and the recombinants watched in amusement as a blue foot appeared before slipping below the surface. When the water calmed and neither Venus nor Lopez rose to the surface, that amusement turned to slight panic.

“They’re gonna drown each other.” said Brown, who leaned over the edge to gaze into the deep water below. Due to their blue skin, he couldn’t pick out any figures. “They won’t drown each other. Venus will drown Lopez.” said Z confidently.

The soldiers turned to the woman, and she simply raised an eyebrow. “She’s really very strong, and she’s lived here for longer than we have. I’m just saying that you shouldn’t underestimate her.”

Quaritch walked up to look over the ledge, standing next to Brown.

“Ten seconds and we’re going in to get them.” he said, brow knitting as he too searched to no avail.

“We? Who’s we?” called Lyle, who stepped towards the bank of the river. “I’m not going to get Lopez’s sorry ass if he drowns. He tackled her, so he’s going to face the consequences.”

“Since when is everyone so confident in the kids skills at drowning people?” Quaritch asked, smirking at Lyle. His corporal looked to him with his head cocked to the side.

“If you paid attention to her, you’d not-“

Before he could finish his sentence, Lopez burst from the water, coughing and sputtering like a drowned cat. He looked like one, too, wet and pissed off. For a moment, the squad waited with baited breath for Venus to emerge.

“Im right here.” came a voice from one of the pools behind them.

And there she was, squeezing water from her hair like she had gone for a nice swim rather than wrestling a marine a foot taller than her.

Zdog was the first to break the silence.

“Who won?”

Venus flashed her canines in a quirked smile.

“Who do you think?”

Zdog fist bumped her, and Quaritch scowled. Z’s ears folded back, backing down, but Venus seemed to rise under his glower.

“He tackled me.” she said as she walked past him, making sure to sling some water from her hair onto his back.

She stepped to Lopez, who was catching his breath on his back on the sand. She reached out a hand.

“Eres terrible, niña.” he said as he took it. Venus pulled him up with a smile. “Y eres crédulo.” she replied.

As he walked away to his pack to get a clean shirt, Venus turned back to the Colonel and Wainfleet.

She wasn’t surprised by Quaritch’s tight jaw or tense posture, no. It was Wainfleet’s look of disappointment that seemed to cool her blood, but she became irritated just as quickly. What right did he have to be disappointed at her?

She simply scoffed and moved to a patch of sun to dry off and comb through her hair, refusing to acknowledge anyone for the rest of their time at the spring.

༄

Venus shifted against the bark of the tree, thinking that when she got the chance, she was going to hibernate on her mat at home.

While she never had qualms about sleeping in trees, constantly doing so was taking a toll on her spine. She practically had to wring herself out every morning to stretch, and the cracking that ensued made her cringe.

But being a hostage wasn’t a luxury, so she took it in stride. There were worse things.

Mansk had taken first watch, sitting a few feet from where she was. His sunglasses sat in his lap, so she was able to study his face. The way that his ears flicked told her that he knew she was looking.

“What are their names?” he asked, voice quiet as to not disturb some of the sleeping soldiers.

Of course he had remembered. Mansk paid close attention to things around him, and he must have mentally saved Z-dog’s question for later.

His eyes shifted to meet hers, and this time she didn’t shy away. He had grown comfortable with her over the past days, peeling back the layers that he concealed himself with as a defense mechanism.

Under all the stoicism was uncertainty and some insecurity. While they hid it well, the recombinants were not happy with their body switch. Venus could empathize: if she woke up in a human body tomorrow, she’d be devastated. So she didn’t push them to talk too much about the change.

She tilted her chin in question, and he gestured for her to come closer. She did, scooting her butt until she sat beside him, listening to his breathing as she thought of her answer.

She registered that Quaritch was awake and listening, though he tried to pretend otherwise. His ears pricked up, swerving to listen to their conversation as his eyes remained closed.

“There were five in the litter.” she said softly. “But only three live. A boy, Armua, died when the sky people returned, burned up in the fire of the ships thrusters. And a girl, Wa’su, died giving birth to her first litter.”

Mansk hummed, looking down at her without fully turning. She was thankful for it. While the wound of Wa’sus death had healed, Armua was still fresh. She remembered searching for him for weeks. He had been the one that was closest to her, having territory not far from the villiage.

She had found nothing but ash.

Some of the marines had risen now, woken by their voices. Lyle yawned widely as he shifted to look at them. Quaritch had given up his little ruse and took a sip of water before handing the flask to Lyle.

“The three are Tamar, Salínu, and Ke’muntxa.” she said, turning to address them as well.

Brown’s ears pricked up. “No mate.” he translated, and Venus’s brows raised in surprise. So they had been listening to her language lessons.

“Yes. She’s a female thanator who lives not too far from here. We flew over part of her territory. She’s the eldest of the group, though not by much. She is my favorite.”

“And she has no mate?” asked Mansk.

“Nope. She rejects every male that tries, fighting them and chasing them off her territory.” Venus answered, smiling fondly at the memory of her sister chasing her brothers away from her, viciously protective from a young age.

Lyle smirked. “Remind you of yourself?”

Venus’s smile sharpened. “Piss off.”

He raised his hands in a ‘I surrender’ gesture, laughing softly. “Just saying. I don’t see you with a mate either, V.”

Something about him smiling made her soften, like the grip around her chest loosened slightly. Lyle had all but ignored her this whole time, outright refusing to talk about the first three years of her life and the last three of his.

She couldn’t exactly blame him. It wasn’t the conversation to have lightly over their comms, but still. The way he looked at her, with his brow furrowed and words behind his eyes, hadn’t exactly helped the tension.

This was the first time that he really spoke to her, looking directly at her and smiling. He joked easily with the others, even the Colonel. But with her, he was distant and cold, only acknowledging her when necessary.

But just as quickly as the mask slipped off, he put it back on, and the warmth of his eyes vanished. Her smiled dropped as well, and she retreated back to lean against the tree. She settled back, and Mansk’s arm brushed hers softly.

She looked to Quaritch, meeting eyes with him. “I meant to tell you earlier, but we’ll be traveling straight through Tamar’s territory. He’s highly aggressive and very protective, so we may want to remain above ground for as long as we can.”

Quaritch nodded, laying back down on his back, stiff as a board. He didn’t like taking advice from Venus, but he was learning that her knowledge was useful when it came to protecting his squad. It was a silent truce of giving him morsels of information and him taking it like a child forced to swallow medicine herbs.

She watched him for a while, and after a few moments his eyes turned to meet hers. The shift in his face was barely visible, but his ears dropped, jaw relaxing as his eyes softened. It was odd to see his inner turmoil, and if Venus had been any less aware of others emotions she would have missed it entirely.

He broke the staring contest first, and she looked away.

The rest of the soldiers settled down, burying themselves in their packs to try and get some sleep before their own watch shift came.

She turned back to Mansk, opening her mouth when-

“Lights out, Venus.” came Quaritch’s low but stern voice, and her tail flicked irritatedly as she turned to look at him.

“You’re not my father.” she uttered, so low that only he and Mansk heard. Mansk inhaled sharply, pointedly turning his face away from whatever father-daughter confrontation was happening.

Quaritch leaned up once more to look squarely at her. “Fine, kid. I’m not, but I am the person in charge of keeping you in line. So get in your pack before I make you.” he practically hissed. Venus barred her teeth, ready to bite back when Lyle’s sleepy voice interrupted.

“Quaritch, let her do her thing. She’ll be fine.”

Venus turned to him, surprised at the casual ignorance of authority. Lyle was feircely loyal to Quaritch, following and respecting his orders always. But now he interviened on her bahalf?

Lyle’s eyes shifted to meet hers before glancing at Mansk, then back once more.

He winked.

Oh, Great Mother.

Her ears burned viciously and heat prickled the back of her neck.

Quaritch glared at the corporal before sighing and rolling over so that his back faced them.

She glanced around to see if anyone else had witnessed what just transpired, but everyone seemed asleep.

Seemed.

She leaned back against the truck of the tree, giving Mansk a disbeliving look. His shoulders shifted in a silent laugh, and she bumped her elbow against his in mock annoyance.

Mansk was…easy. Quiet. Now that she knew him, she hesitated to call him shy. He was more contemplative, not as brazen or cocky as the others. He could be when he got loose enough, but most of the time he was wound tighter than a bow string.

And she had made it her mission to loosen it. She didn’t know why.

Well, maybe she did.

“Your turn.” came his opening.

She reached up and rolled the beads of her song cord thoughtfully as she debated. She had two more questions to ask per Lopez’s rules.

“How old are you, really?”

Mansk leaned his head back to look up at the stars just peaking through the leaves. The stretch moved his shirt slightly, and Venus took a moment to admire the peek of his chest tattoo that poked through.

“Well, I was sent to Pandora when I was sixteen.”

Her eyes snapped up to look at his face. “That hardly sounds ethical.” she replied tentatively.

He hummed thoughtfully, putting the memories together in his mind. “I had an aunt who was pretty high up in the RDA, and she personally recommended me to the Colonel. I needed the money, so I took the offer. When I got to Hellsgate, I was technically twenty-one, but no one ages in cryo sleep. I was on there for four years before I died.”

“Twenty.” she murmured, thinking it over. How it would feel to have lost all that time but at the same time having no repercussions for it.

“Is it the same feeling now, having been gone for sixteen years?” she asked.

Mansk’s ears lowered, and she immediately regretted asking. But as soon as she opened her mouth to apologize, Mansk lifted a hand, silencing her.

“Kind of. I know that it should feel like a gap, but it feels like i was asleep. But then…that man isn’t me. I just house his memories.” he replied, and Venus had to fight the urge again to reach to him.

So that was how they felt? Like corpses, carrying on someone else’s lives.

She supposed that was what an avatar was. A vessel.

But they were not avatars. There was no body in the distance piloting them.

Words sat on the tip of her tongue, begging to fill the quiet between them. But she clenched her jaw and held them in.

Instead, she gently took Mansk’s raised hand.

He flinched, the touch unexpected, but she just cradled his hand in the palms of hers, spreading the fingers and studying them.

A beat of silence, only filled by the soft breathing of the soldiers around them, all asleep.

Mansk’s question filled the air without him having to say it.

What are you doing?

She didn’t answer it, instead tracing the lines that flowed down to his wrist. He shivered as her fingertips traced his veins. She pressed her thumb against the center of his hand, and his fingers curled reflexively.

“You are not him.” was all she said before she let the hand go. He retracted it slowly to his lap. Only then did she notice that he had fully turned to her and that their knees were brushing.

“I used my last two questions. You have two to ask.”

She didn’t look up into his eyes, she was afraid of what she might see in them.

It is much harder to kill something when you see it, granddaughter.

But sometimes it needs to be killed, regardless of its thoughts.

You have much to learn.

“How do you know english so well?”

Ah.

“My father always suspected, at least a little, that the war was not over. It was for that reason that he kept his english sharp. And as the eldest, I learned it as well. I understood it could be useful diplomatically.” she murmured, gesturing between them as if to say ‘see?’.

“And my vocabulary comes from reading and speaking to the scientists that stayed back. I love books, but I had to use a magnifying glass to see the letters without holding the pages up to my face.” she chuckled, swallowing awkwardly as silence filled the space between them again.

The thing about Mansk was that when he thought, you could feel it. Like a cloud of static enveloping you if you were close enough. And with his breath teasing the hairs on her forehead, she was easily close enough.

She studied the camo of his pants, tracing the designs with her eyes as he put the words together in his head.

“Why are you doing this?”

She looked up at that, only to be met with Mansk’s heterochromic irises.

The intensity of the stare made her swallow, and she was once again hit with the same feeling of being seen that she had tried to ignore weeks before.

“Doing what?” she asked, trying to play innocent.

“Talking to us, teaching us, warning us.” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

It was a question that had haunted her many sleepless nights. A fight of her heart and her morals. They are the enemy, they are people. They are redeemable, they will never be uncorrupt. She had not yet solved it.

So she answered honestly.

“I don’t know.”

His eyebrows knit at her response, and she could tell that he was unsatisfied with that answer. But he didn’t push it. Instead, he reached forward and gently traced his thumb along the veins at her wrist.

“Let me know when you do.” he said, with a note of finality that let her know that the conversation was over.

She let out a breath of air as she stood, unsettled with it. But she went to Quaritch’s bag, where he kept a spare bed roll for her.

“No complaining, you hear me?” he had said as he handed it to her.

She was grateful for it, but she decided to mess with him a bit. “Does Ardmore know that you took an additional roll for the savage girl?”

His eyes hardened, and he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, mumbling something about “taking the high ground” as he stalked away.

The only available space around was next to Wainfleet. Otherwise, she’d have to climb, but the her head swam with exhaustion in a way that suggested certain death if she even tried to get higher up.

So she unrolled her pack along one of the intertwined branches and laid down, determined to get as much shut eye before sunrise.

As she stared up at the sky, Lyle rolled over, wide awake and bright eyed.

“That was a fucking train wreck.” he said, and she had to fight the urge to slap him. “You talk to everyone you’re interested like that?”

“Oh and i’m sure you were a real lady killer back in your day, huh. It’s not like that, anyway.” she responded, voice low as she turned to face him.

His smile was sharp. “Oh sure. And i’m still spry enough to kick you off that branch.”

“You won’t. You like me too much.” she said, chuckling.

The weight of her words thudded in her chest, too late to take them back.

He looked…frozen. Like he had been caught by a predator in the forest, deciding if he should run or fight.

She didn’t know exactly how long they stared at each other, but it was long enough for her stress to turn into frustration.

Now or never.

She reached her hand forward and set it on top of his head.

It was ludicrous, borderline comical as she sat up on her elbow with her hand on top of a killer marines bald head.

When he didn’t slap her palm away, or bite an insult, or kick her off the branch, she opened her mouth to speak.

“I’m her, Lyle. She’s still here.” she murmured, watching his expression carefully.

The moisture pooling in his eyes must have been a trick of her eyesight and the light of the bioluminescence around them.

She swallowed, pulled her hand away, and rolled so that her back faced him, begging the Great Mother to give her the sweet mercy of sleep.

༄

She awoke to the soft cooing of an ikran.

Her eyes fluttered as she took in her surroundings, checking each bed roll to see who was here.

The only one missing was Quaritch.

Go figure. He had taken the last watch, pressured by the others to get some rest. Now, as the sun began to rise over the horizon, she found herself searching for the man she was so determined to avoid.

The cooing sound rose through the branches again, and Venus stood to follow it to one of the branches on the opposite side of the tree.

She had instructed the recombinants on what branches to sleep on, and she had deliberately made sure that they slept on the side opposite the rising sun.

She rounded the tree trunk to find Quaritch trying to give Cupcake a tumpasuk.

She let out a soft whistle to alert them of her presence, and their heads both snapped to her. Cupcake let out a low hiss as she took a step forward, and Quaritch turned to the ikran and tutted her.

She watched as his ears suddenly shot forward, and he reached a hand to her.

Ah, so he had been paying attention to her and Mansk at Bridgehead.

She carefully grabbed his forearm, allowing him to pull her to Cupcake. The ikran hissed again before sniffing at her. She let out a snort of approval, and Venus raised her hand.

Cupcake snapped at her halfheartedly, but Venus had dealt with temperamental banshees all her life. She carefully slid her hand past the orange comb at the base of her jaw, finding the dip of skin along the underside of her head and itching.

Cupcake’s head dropped against her chest with a soft squeal, nudging her in a silent demand for more. She looked at Quaritch to find him staring at her wide eyed.

“How come she acts like a hardass to me, but shes all sweet with you?” he said softly, the question mostly rhetorical.

“Because i’m listening to her.” she responded anyway, rubbing her hands along the various divots that were hard for the ikran to scratch. She carefully grabbed the banshee by her chin and turned her to Quaritch, gesturing for him to continue her actions. When he did so, the banshee cooed gratefully.

“I was trying to feed her.” he told her as she settled down next to him, and she studied the fruit that he showed her.

She smiled. “Ikran do not eat tumpasuk. They prefer meat, always.” The colonel rolled his eyes.

She watched him try to bond with Cupcake, but there was something wrong.

“You’re hesitating to fully become one with her. It is why you struggle when you fly.” she said, resting a hand to his bicep to get him to stop. He turned to her in surprise at the touch, but she was already sliding under Cupcake’s neck to stand by her side.

She gestured for Quaritch to follow, pressing her ear to the banshee’s ribs. “Feel her breath, and then breathe with her. Start to become one with her before you even make tsaheylu.”

Quaritch did as she instructed hesitantly, pressing his own cheek to Cupcakes skin, feeling the pattern of her breath before trying to match it.

In and out.

She felt the coils of the ikran’s muscles loosen, and she gradually relaxed against her rider. Quaritch himself seemed less tense. Or, as less tense as he could possibly get.

“When you are ready, make the bond gently. Allow yourself to really feel her thoughts, her lungs, her strength.” she whispered as Cupcake lowered her queue to Quaritch.

The colonel brought his braid over his shoulder and carefully made tsaheylu. The ikran shuddered, and he whispered little reassurances. Venus watched as Quaritch slowly unfurled, allowing his mind to fuse with his ikran’s.

She had instructed many before him, but the change in him was the most drastic of all. His shoulders dipped, and she watched as the pairs breathing became simultaneous and connected.

She wasn’t sure how long they sat like that, but after what seemed like a century Quaritch opened his eyes.

“I’m still not letting you indoctrinate me into your little insurgency, kid.” he grunted, still pressing his face against Cupcake.

She sighed in mock disappointment. “I know.” she said, taking a step around the ikran back to the trunk. “But it was worth a shot.”

As she began to round the corner, Quaritch called out to her.

She turned, wondering if he was going to insult her.

“Thank you.” was all he said, and Venus nodded, retreating to the rest of the squad to wake them up.

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❥ Yuanfen ❥

I haven't written in ages so please be kind lmao

yuanfen -> a relationship by fate or destiny; the binding force between two people. Note: I will probably change the name.

First and foremost I want to make it clear this is not a Romantic and/or sexual story in the slightest.

Description~

Miles Quaritch becomes the main caregiver of three kids, who prove to be important if he wants to complete his mission of killing Jake sully.

Tags~

Father figure miles quaritch

Father x daughter relationship

Chapter One

He knew this was coming, it was inevitable that Ardmore would want to speak to him after what happened with Sully he’d had weeks to prepare himself, but as his feet carried him swiftly through the base anxiety gripped his heart in a stone cold vice. She was gonna be pissed, if not seething with anger, he would be lucky if he left her office with his throat intact. As his body mindlessly walked the well known route to the lions den his mind travelled back to a mere month ago.

After the shit that went down with the Metkayina clans and Jake, Quaritch was surprised to come back to all of his men walking around as if they hadn't just died brutal deaths, he had seen with his own two eyes that z dog be shot down by Sully's woman, yet there she was in front of him as soon as he arrived back at bridgehead. In hindsight why would he be surprised? All of the Recoms were RDA property, of course they would have a backup plan, this wasn't the RDA’s first rodeo after all. He’d made it back to Bridgehead alive albeit worse for wear but still he had been the only recom to survive, a slight grimace graced his face at the thought. He shouldn't have though, if Spider had not pulled him out of the wreck he’d be lying on the bottom of the ocean floor still or this current version of himself would be at least. He faltered slightly at the thought of his son, the kid had saved him and yet as he begged the young boy to come with him he still chose the Sullys, he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt knowing his own child had chosen the traitor over him. Was Sully looking after him? His eyebrows scrunched together slightly with the thought, he hoped the kid was okay.

Much to his dismay Quaritch arrived at the Generals office, the heavy steel door looking less inviting than a gator's open jaw. He exhaled the breath he hadn't realised he was even holding as he gingerly knocked on the door, the sound reverberating through the silent hall “ come in” her voice sounded muffled through the thick metal, could he use this as an excuse to delay the harsh lecture waiting for him? He thought for a moment, no, he shook his head as he stepped through the door somewhat disappointed in his pathetic demeanour, he had gone soft.

Ardmore sat straight as a rod in her chair, her rectangle frame glasses sitting low on her nose as she read the holo pad in front of her , a tell-tale sign of her age. “Ah colonel, took your time” her face morphed into disapproval “apologies ma’am” his voice was cold as he spoke she hummed in response barely sparing him a glance. “So?” her eyes finally met his expectation clear in her features as she raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at him “We underestimated how-” her sharp glare cut him off after a moment she spoke “if I remember correctly you promised me his scalp Colonel, do you not have it?” she relaxed into her chair clasping her fingers in front of herself. He held back a snarl, she was humiliating him, purposefully coaxing him into admitting he had failed for a second time to kill Jake Sully “no ma’am” his ears slicked back against his skull his reply was curt as he did his best to bite back any anger that could possibly be heard in his tone. Her tongue kissed her teeth in response, it was silent for a moment before she rose to her feet barely reaching his navel “come with me” Quaritch’s ears perked up confusion clear in his eyes, the General offered him no explanation as she walked past him.

After what felt like ages the general finally stopped in a control room of a holding cell, he halted behind her awaiting an explanation. Ardmore turned to face the two way mirror waiting expectantly for him to do the same, he hunched over leaning a heavy bicep against the upper frame of the mirror so he could get a clear look inside the room. His face contorted at what he saw, three kids stood in the room; they were in na’vi bodies but not like any he had seen before. If he hadn't known any better he’d have thought they were real na’vi from the feral look that burned in the oldest of the three’s eyes as she stood protectively in front of the other two but she held the same five fingered hand as him although hers were balled into fists rhythmically clenching and unclenching. Turning his head he looked to the general confusion apparent on his face, she refrained from looking away from the kids “turns out Sully's brother had kids back on Earth, after Jake went rogue the RDA chose to take them into custody as a sort of plan C, you being our plan B that is” he held back a scoff at the low dig barely registering what she had said prior to that, she glanced at him before turning back to the room. Once it had registered in his mind his eyebrows shot up, a rare expression of surprise dancing over his usually stoic features before returning to his usual hard stare “with all due respect Ma’am, why?” he was apprehensive of this entire thing, what in the absolute fuck was happening? The stout woman nods her head, ready for the question “they've been in cryo for years, with your recent failure” his ears pulled back harshly laying flat against his shaved head as he winced at her harsh tone “We’ve decided to give this ago, see if his long lost niece and nephews can persuade him to hand himself in” he nodded, it could work but what does it have to do with him? “Although you failed to complete your mission last time, you're still one hell of a soldier so i'm going to give you one more chance to redeem yourself, so you’ll be in charge of the kids- do whatever is necessary to complete the mission, pretend to love em or hate em I don’t care just get. It . Done”

Before he even had the chance to reply a chair came flying at the mirror, he flinched back as the sound of the impact reverberated through both rooms. Turning his eyes back to the room he watched as the oldest approached where they stood only now noticing the scuff marks and scratches that adorned the glass. Did she know they were there? No, how could she, the rooms were soundproof. Her lip was curled back into a harsh snarl, eyes hard looking dead set where the general stood as she approached the mirror ready to tear something or someone apart. She halted in front of the general, looking straightforward, with the control room being raised above the cell her eyes were positioned directly on Ardmores. Quaritch watched silently as the young girls lips pulled even further back exposing her large canines, The blonde woman beside him looked unphased but his well trained eyes could see that she had shifted her weight backwards slightly leaning away from the mirror “as you can see they aren't very fond of us” disdain was evident in her tone, her lips pulled into a tight line. He attempted to respond but was again interrupted by a heavy pounding, the kid had gotten impossibly closer to the mirror, her breath fogging up parts of it as she heaved. Again she raised her fist before bringing it down harshly right next where the generals head was then a third and a fourth, each hit becoming more powerful. A snarl ripped through the room loud enough to make both himself and the general bristle “you fucking bitch, let me out of here! I'll rip you all to shreds” she finished her threat in another language he wasn't sure what it was but whatever she said it was certainly not friendly. For what seemed to be the first time today the General's eyes met his completely “you have your work cut out for you Colonel” her tone was void of any emotion as she spoke, she turned to leave but stopped at the doorway “do not disappoint me again” with that he was left alone on the other side of the two way mirror.

Once again he looked towards the kid, she was still heaving nostrils flared angrily he did indeed have his work cut out for him he shook his head gaze falling to the ground with the thought, pivoting on his heels he attempted to leave the room but as he lifted his head his eyes met hers. She was staring straight at him, a fire raging in the black of her pupils, it unsettled him in a way he was not pleased about in the slightest something oddly familiar about her scorching stare. He found himself quickly stepping backwards trying desperately to fight off the uneasiness that had settled itself in his stomach.

A/N- sorry for the awful formatting :/

Idk if anyone will actually read this but oh well I enjoyed writing it :) also this is a realllly rough draft so please be kind but I am open to constructive criticism, that’s all love ya <3

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Sinner and saint

Miles Quaritch x female omatikaya reader

Words: 2.4k

Summary: Quaritch captured the oldest daughter of Jake Sully, making it his personal goal to draw every bit of useful information out of her.

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, non-con, captivity / kidnapping, age + size difference, degradation kink, p in v, semi public sex, mirror sex, rough sex, corruption kink, mentions of blood, oral, blackmailing, unprotected sex

Notes: I wrote this instead of sleeping lol I just feel like there aren’t enough Quaritch fics so I had to do my part

Sully‘s daughter, the oldest of his spawn, put on a tough fight. But in the end, she sacrificed her freedom in order to protect her younger siblings, letting herself get captured by the RDA‘s recombinant squad. Quaritch himself was the one to throw her into a cell and he made it his personal goal to draw every useful information out of her, regarding Sully and his Clans location. The method he chose to do this, though, was entirely up to him. General Ardmore said so herself.

The cell is quiet, save for the sound of your own breathing and the faint noises coming from behind the door. By now you already know the gait of his footsteps, the heavy combat boots against the concrete floor. The door then slides open and an entirely too big recomb enters the room, bending over to even fit through the door frame.

Sully‘s brat was young. Not so young he should’ve felt creeped out by himself when his eyes lingered on your body for longer than necessary. But still a tad younger than him. He’s surprised you were even able to put on such a fight with his squad. Your limbs are long and thin, no board muscles in sight and he could’ve sworn your face wasn’t the one of a warrior, too pure and innocent looking. But apparently that’s what you were, a warrior, given the smeared remnants of war paint on your face and the way you easily put down three recombinants with your primitive weapons only. Parts of your hair are braided in intricate patterns, with colorful beads and feathers just like your mothers –the woman of Quaritch’s nightmares.

Big, scared eyes look up at him from under the table that’s standing in the middle of the room, trying your absolute most to look intimidating. How cute, he thinks to himself with a grin on his face. You’re left almost entirely bare before him, just the little loincloth and top your people usually wore, were covering your privat parts. A delightful sight. Nothing else but a few leaves and strings of leather. No wonder you’re shivering.

Like some cornered animal, you dart out from under your hiding place, once Quaritch approaches you, scrambling across the floor and towards the door. But you don’t make it very far. "Easy, Kitty," the recomb scoffs as he scoops you up like you weight no more than just a feather to him, before he roughly pins you down over the table. The metal is cold against the bare skin of your front and you hiss, struggling against the big blue hand on your back that’s holding you down without any effort.

"I just wanna ask you some questions and if you‘ll be a good girl and answer them, you’re free to go, back to your cute little family. Doesn’t that sound good?" It sounded more than just good, if you were being honest. But still, you weren’t even tempted to answer any of them. You weren’t that stupid and whatever those questions were about, you wouldn’t give them anything. You wouldn’t betray your family, even if it meant dying in this cell. You wouldn’t say a word– not over your dead body.

"Where’s your daddy, hm? Tell me where he hides, kitty and I’ll let you go", he tells you. You can feel the warmth of his entirely too tall body caging you in, invading your personal space. With every passing second, he inches closer to you, the hand on your back holding you down with more force, until you have trouble breathing.

"I will slice your throat, demon", you hiss at him in Na’vi and your tail whips around, almost hitting his face in the process. With a grunt, Quaritch wraps his hand around the base of your tail and tugs. It’s not too hard and not necessarily painful but still, you yelp and all your movements stop immediately. You feel frozen in place.

“You know, cupcake", he lowers his face closer to yours, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear, making it twitch, "Capturing you really was something. Had me stressed the whole night and now three of my men are dead. The least you could do, is answer my questions." One of his boots swiftly kicks your legs apart and your eyes widen in fear.

"I have to have some way to deal with all this stress…”, he says lowly and your stomach twists when he tugs on your tail again and your back instinctively arches like a cat. “Lucky for both of us, I usually handle it by fucking.” He emphasizes the last word with a groan as he grinds his growing erections against your bottom.

"Well, do yourself a favor and fuck off then!", you hiss the words like venom but the recomb only laughs at your bitterness. "You really are your daddys girl, aren’t you?" You bite your tongue, preventing yourself from spitting any more insults at him and possibly getting into more danger than you already were.

"Well, better answer my question then. Or didn’t daddy teach you any manners, cupcake?"

Behind your back you hear the buckle of a belt being opened and then a zipper and your blood runs cold. For a moment, you think about lying. But would he even believe you? What if this was a trick? What if they already knew where your family was hiding? What if they managed to capture one of your siblings too and just wanted to see if your answers match? Lying could mean the death of either one of you, if that was the case. "Fine", the Colonel sighs when you don’t reply, "If you don’t want to make any noise, I‘ll have to draw them out of you."

You can feel his hand, the one that was holding your tail, lower itself to prod at your bottom. Expertly, he flips your loincloth to the side, exposing your privat parts to him. With a gasp, you want to push yourself off the table but his other hand still holds you firm and secure, bend over the table. "Now would you look at that", Quaritch muses, "What a pretty little pussy."

He moves back a little, just enough to unfasten his belt and zipper before he pulls his cock out, hard and leaking pre-cum from its tip.

"One last chance, kitty", you hear him chuckle behind you and then feel the head of his cock, thick and warm, nudge between your soft lips, prodding at your entrance. "Tell me where he is. Where is Jake Sully?" But stubborn as you were, your lips were still sealed shut.

Quaritch doesn’t know what outcome he would’ve preferred here –you giving him the much needed information about Sullys hideout or you keeping you mouth shut and letting him fuck you, until you were nothing more than just a cute little mess below him. He slowly starts to believe that it’s the latter.

A sick and twisted part of him wonders if you’re still a virgin, such an innocent, pure looking thing. Did you have a boyfriend back home? Would daddy even allow you to bring boys home? Quaritch wonders if you’re curious, did you kiss and touch them behind your fathers back or were you an obedient little girl? Never giving them much more than a quick glance to the sway of your hips or a tight hug that was nothing more than friendly to you, but gave them enough feel of your soft chest pressed against them so they could rub one out once they’re alone. God, he wants nothing more than to corrupt you. He can’t stop the grin spreading on his face when he imagines the look on Sullys face once he finds out about this– the man he wants dead ruining his perfect, precious daughter. Makes this whole thing even better.

With that thought in mind, Quaritch pushes the tip of his length past your entrance. He goes slow at first –he’s not a monster. He lets your body adjust to his size, letting his cock sink into the tight heat of your cunt and it’s rewarded with a high pitched whine falling from your plumb lips. The one way mirror in front of the table you were sprawled out on gives him a nice view of your face, eyes squeezed shut and with your lower lip sucked in between sharp teeth. When his pubic bone finally meets the swell of your ass, he groans and let’s his head fall back against his neck. For a moment he stays like this, just relishing in the feeling of your soft walls around his cock.

When he looks back down at you again, he finds you looking at him from over your shoulder. Your eyes are sharp and there’s a hint of desperation now as they glare back at him.

Quaritchs hand finds the plump swell of your ass and he caresses a cheek before giving it a hard smack. A sharp inhale of air is drawn in between your lips and you whine at the stinging pain cursing through your body. Your eyes go dark as you continue to look back at him.

The recomb tilts his head slightly, grinning, before returning his hands to your hips. He pulls out ever so slowly and for a moment, your gaze softens as if you believed it would be over so quickly. But then he’s ramming forward, burying himself inside you to the hilt. You hiss, stifling the scream that is threatening to escape from your lips and you grab at the edges of the table as you endure the waves of pleasure and pain as they come. 

You hear a mixture of a moan and a laugh coming from behind you and you shut your eyes tightly once he begins to fuck into to you in long, hard strokes, hammering your quivering hole. 

It doesn’t take long for you to moan, not able to hold back your bodies natural responds anymore. Much to Quaritch amusement.

"Where did all your bratty attitude go, hm kitty? Not so bitchy anymore, now that your cute little pussy is stuffed full of my cock!"

You know you aren’t going to last long. Not with the way he’s thrusting into you, not with the way you’re tightening around his cock, not with the way his balls slap against your clit, hard and rhythmic.

A pressure is building up inside you and you want to suppress it. You don’t want to come, don’t want to give him this satisfaction. But you can’t help it. It’s wrong, yet it feels so, so incredibly good. You clench around his hard cock forcing its way in and out of you and mindlessly, you push back against him, bratty and wanton. You’re rewarded with one of his hands darting to your head and yanking a fistful of your braided hair. Your head whips back violently and you accidentally bite down on the tip of your tongue with one of your canine. The coppery taste of blood floods your mouth and as he forces you to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you.

"See how fucking good you look? That’s much more how I prefer you, fuck yes, takin' me so well, like a good little girl", he groans behind you. Due to the strong thrusts of his hips against yours, the table beneath you begins to squeak and slide forward a few inches.

“T-Too much, 's too much”, you sob, swallowing back the metallic taste that sours your mouth when you feel your orgasm approaching.

He hammers into you and you can feel the pressure mounting as your legs begin to shake. You’re a little more than a trembling, incoherent mess when you cum, the walls of your pussy bearing down around his cock. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you would have collapsed on the table below you if Quaritch didn’t have such a firm grip on your hair and hip. 

"There we go, cupcake, there we fucking go."

He continues to fuck you, his thrusts have become painfully hard, too deep for your comfort, the tip of his cock teasing your cervix.

You let your head rest against the table, the side of your face pressed against the cool tabletop and the table’s edge digs into your abdomen and the tops of your thighs. You moan as he keeps his rhythm up, loud and shameless, squirming underneath him from overstimulation.

"Gonna cum, fuck kitty, you’re so tight I can’t help it. Gonna cum in that sweet little pussy, yeah?", he moans and you can feel his hands squeeze around your hips so hard, you’re sure they’ll leave bruises. Quaritch buries himself deep inside you one last time and then it fills you– warm and sticky cum filling you up to the brim, with a groan falling from his lips. His strong grip finally goes slack after a few shuddering breaths.

You feel like a warm puddle of goo when he pulls out of you. You’re still slick between your legs and feel his cum dribble out of you when he steps back. With his thumbs, the Colonel spreads your lips apart and hums at the sight of more of his release seeping out of your overused cunt.

You barely register it at first, the way he moves, circles the table like a shadow until he comes to an halt with his crotch right in front of your face. Your eyes widen when you find that he’s hard –again or still? You don’t know. Doesn’t really matter though. "Alright, cupcake, let me ask you again", with his hand he gives a slow, almost threatening, stroke of his cock right in front of your face, "Where is he? Where is Sully hiding?" Your eyes narrow as you look up at him, a glare contorting your otherwise soft features and you shake your head -no. You wouldn’t tell him anything.

Quaritch only chuckles at that. Oh he would have his sweet, sweet fun with you, you just didn’t know it yet. You swallow thickly when he steps closer.

"Open wide, kitty", he nudges the tip of his cock on your soft lips, his thumb prying your mouth open before he swipes his digit over your sharp canine. "And be careful with those. I‘ll be nice once. Then I won’t."

[whxre-bxby]

I think it’s okay to take plots aslong as you don’t have everything word from word, I know the very popular one is the jake sullys daughters x miles quaritch

Okay, this is based on a previous request someone made for this scenario, so here you are :)

"Forbidden But Desired"

Recom Quaritch x f. Human Y/N

(Based off a fanfiction on AO3 called "Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest")

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Summary: (Y/N is in Spider's position) Quarithc captures you and finds out you are the daughter of the man whose memories and DNA he has. Being the only person he feels any emotions too, Miles can't help but have you to himself.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Non-con, somnophilia, indirect incest in a way?, penetration, unprotected sex, size-difference, age-gap, use of 'daddy',

Word Count: 4383

A/N: Sorry I'm so slow with uploading. I'll finish off the current requests, then I'll see if I even re-open them. Thank you for all the kind support though, it makes me really happy that so many people enjoy reading my work. Apology up ahead if this smut seems 'half-assed', I used to be more passionate about this

The room was cold. It was something you’d never seen or been in before. Even the lab back at home was not as cold and quiet as this. You could hear your own thudding heartbeat and every breath you took. The silence scared you. 

Yesterday, the worst thing to probably ever happen to you happened. You were taken from your family. The Sully’s. When the humans left Pandora, you were left behind because you were just a toddler. Born here, you stayed here. Now, of course, it had been many many years since your biological parents had died. You found out at the age of 15 that the man responsible for this was, Miles Quaritch, was your father. But you felt nothing towards him and while hearing that definitely disturbed you, you weren’t upset by his death. In fact, you felt relieved he was gone. And you were ready to spend the rest of your life proving that you are nothing like him. Now, a few years later, the information has settled in and you’ve managed to work past it psychologically. Just because you’re related by blood does not mean you have his intentions. In fact, being related to him makes you more passionate about protecting Pandora from others like him. But as one of the few humans left on this planet, that would be difficult. You’re a ‘big girl’ now, as Jake says when he talks about your responsibilities. He trusts you fully and raised you along with his kids. They are family to you. 

But a few months back, the Sky People were sighted again and we knew they were back. Hiding was currently our only option. Perhaps they had different intentions this time?

That thought died down the second a group of Avatars found you, Lo’ak, Tuk and Kiri in the forest. They must have come from the humans because of their clothes. They spoke English too. Their Na’vi was broken and hard to understand. 

While trying to escape, you fell. You can’t remember what happened but you have vague memories of being carried by the Avatar who seemed to be leading the group. Then you woke up here, all alone. Your toes felt cold and your spine sent a shiver through you as you retreated into a corner of the room. 

The Avatar from before had come into your room a few times already. He introduced himself and you refused to talk to him. You barely even looked at him. But when he told you his Avatar had the memories of the person you hated the most: Miles Quaritch; you couldn’t help but stare up at him in disbelief. Examining his features, you were quick to realise that he really did look like your so-called father. His presence intimidated you and you didn’t know how to feel about him. He didn’t seem like a threat to you. Your instincts weren’t ringing the alarm bells. You knew he wasn’t a good person, but there seemed to be some kind of string attaching the two of you. One that you both refused to acknowledge or act on. 

Quaritch would tell himself he’s being all nice to you because he’s trying to get information out of you through manipulation. You would tell yourself that you hate him and that he’s just as bad as the human version, but somehow, deep down you asked yourself whether he could be different. 

Miles was gentle with you, restraining himself from raising his voice when he questioned you and you would stay quiet. He started to bring you your food, hoping it would help you gain trust towards him. But he hated himself for trying to train you like some dog. Compared to him, you were a tiny creature. ‘A delicate little girl’ he thought, often finding himself admiring your features. Most of them were your mothers which seemed to only draw him more to you. 

He also seemed surprised that you had grown so much. It obviously made sense because he knew that many years had passed since the war, but you were hardly the little girl he had so few memories of. You were almost a fully grown woman and he wished he could be proud of himself for it, but he knows he had no part in your life until perhaps now. 

Today, things took a big turn. You lost track of time, not knowing whether you were sleeping through the days and crying during the nights or the other way around. It had been too long since you had seen the natural daylight or felt the fresh breeze of the wind. Being inside this awful room was so still and dead, it oftentimes made you feel ill. 

You sat curled up in the same corner once more. Miles had visited you during the morning, giving you your food and water. While you slowly ate the dry food, he tried to talk to you about things that weren’t related to his mission. He was asking about you. But not because he needed it for work, but because he cared. Miles realised he cared about you on Day 3 when Ardmore had suggested to just ‘get rid’ of you because you weren’t cooperating. Not even her tortuous methods worked on you. The thought of that happening made him panic inside and he managed to persuade her to give him more time. Though he wasn’t sure exactly how much time he was getting for you, he knew he would rather disobey her orders and ‘set you free’ in the forest instead of leaving you in her hands. 

He didn’t feel like your dad and he knew very well you didn’t accept being his daughter, but there was a deep emotional connection between the two of you that neither of you have with anyone else. Miles has been left to himself since he was brought back as an Avatar. Everything had constantly been strictly professional and work-related. 

You are the only personal thing he has in his life. The one person he feels he can let his guard down in front of. The only real person he actually seems to enjoy being around. Also, the only person he misses when he’s alone and not in your room. 

This is why he was spending his evening behind the mirrored glass, watching you softly cry in your little corner. You couldn’t see him because the glass only showed your reflection but he was there and he felt guilty for leaving you in such a state. You had been showered, cleaned and fed. But you weren’t happy and he could clearly see that. Miles knows he shouldn’t care as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. Something inside him longs for you and makes him want to protect you, even if it’s against his own people. He often feels like he needs to protect you from himself. After all, he’s the reason you ended up here. He knows he’s causing you your suffering, so he tries to think of ways to reduce it.

The large automatic door opens and he steps inside. You hold your breath, glancing up at him and holding back your tears. It annoys you when others see you at your most vulnerable. You don’t like feeling small, but oddly enough you don’t seem to care about that around Miles. His presence affects you differently. Almost as if you feel safe enough to cry and relax in his presence. Something your logical mind would clearly say no to. 

He gazes down at your small figure. His sad eyes take pity on you. 

“Come with me.” he says. The words were meant to be spoken as an order, but instead, his voice grew soft and became oddly comforting. 

You stand up, not thinking twice about his words. Anything to leave this room. He seems pleased with your sudden cooperation so he leads the way, making sure you’re close by. There’s no need to handcuff you or restrict you in any other way. He can catch you in seconds if you attempt to run away. You yourself know you don’t stand a chance. 

Quaritch leads you to a secluded hallway and uses a cyber key to unlock a door. The frame fits his size so you assume it’s made for Avatars. His large blue hand pushes the door open before his eyes glance back at you, silently telling you to go inside. 

You listen, slowly walking inside and looking around once he switches the light on. It’s his room.

“I’m not gonna let them treat you like some kind of animal.” he says, clearly seeming angered at the thought of that. 

“You did..” You reply, turning around. Your English isn’t at its best because you normally speak Na’vi. But you manage. 

He seems affected by your words and his eyes lower in disappointment. 

“Not anymore.” he says, promising that to you and to himself. 

“They don’t get te’ have you anymore.” 

His words confuse you. 

“But you do?” I ask, wondering what changed in his head to make him suddenly almost hide me with him. 

He doesn’t answer that. Miles doesn’t know how to. But he knows that if anyone gets you it's him. He has a reason for you to belong to him. You are emotionally connected and he’s the one that captured you. It only makes sense. But to tell you his thoughts won’t happen. You’re too pure to be told that you’re being kept by him. Words won’t tell you, but you’ll find out soon enough anyway. Perhaps through actions. 

His room was split in two. The bedroom and what you assumed to be a bathroom. He pointed you towards the bed. You haven’t seen anything like it before but by looking at it, you could tell it’s soft, so you obeyed him and lay down. 

He watched you settle down for a few moments, noting how innocent you were. Nothing about climbing into his bed seemed wrong or even slightly uncomfortable to you. He knows it’s because you live differently than he does, but it amuses him. You lay down so willingly, almost tricking him into wanting to lay down with you. 

Quaritch managed to push his thoughts away, leaving you alone in the room as the bathroom door shut behind him. You didn’t mind anything at this point. You were just happy to not be cold and uncomfortable anymore. 

Time seemed to fly by because of how comfortable you felt, wrapped in this large blanket.

You heard the same door from before creek open and Quaritch stepped back into the room. He changed clothes or rather removed some. But seeing him without a shirt on didn’t really faze you. After all, that’s how you’ve always seen all Na’vi. But Miles had much more muscle mass. You could probably stare at his torso all day if you had the chance. The feeling confuses you because you don’t do that, ever.

He walks up to the side of the bed, peering down at you once more. The sight comforts his cold heart. You look happy which means he’s managed to help you in a way. 

You’re on the brink of falling asleep when you feel the mattress dip next to you as Quaritch lays himself down. The blanket is all around you which makes him chuckle. 

“You can’t have it all, you gotta share, princess.” he grins, looking over to you. You open your eyes and look at him, not understanding what he means. So to help you out, he pulls the blanket from you which makes you frown. An expression that amuses him further. 

“No.” you whine, trying to grab it back. 

“Don’t worry, it’s big enough for both of us, kid.” he chuckles lowly. The blanket is now on him but you’re too far away for it to reach you. 

“I want it back.” you plead, watching his eyes study you while he grins. Instead of responding with words, he lifts up a corner of the blanket and smirks at you, as if he were saying that you must lay there to get it. 

You stay still for a few moments. Your mind is loading. But Quaritch isn’t feeling that patient today. It’s his room, his rules, so he reaches for you and pulls your right against him so that your back is pressed against his chest. 

“What are you-” 

“Sleepin’ in my bed comes with terms and conditions, sweet’eart.” he replies in his gruff, sleepy voice. 

His large, heavy hands wrap around you, making it impossible for you to leave. But oddly, you don’t want to. His body warmth comforts you and you start to relax your tensed body.

Your eyes grow heavy and before you know it, you’re asleep. 

Miles feels your soft breath fan against his arm and he feels like he’s cradling a kitten. You’re so small and beautiful to him, he knows he must be careful having you around him. 

Being so close to you makes him realise how good you smell and how soft your skin and hair are. You just look so inviting, he’s having a hard time falling asleep. Instead, his heartbeat is starting to pick up speed, involuntarily riling him up. In the back of his head, he doesn’t feel wrong for handling you like this. Taking advantage of your innocence doesn’t seem that wrong to him right now. He would never hurt you, but he’s done worse than this, so it doesn’t seem to faze him. Especially when the slowly building arousal is starting to badly influence his common sense. 

You’re so close to him and you’re his. He has a right to be with you. You belong to him. Why shouldn’t he be able to explore and use what’s his?

His thoughts go wild as he starts to hesitantly imagine all the things he could do to you. You’re just laying there, so relaxed and available for him, he can’t just say no. He slowly unwraps his hands from around you, keeping his eyes trained on your body to make sure you’re still asleep. 

When you don’t move, he tells the guilty part of him that you want this. Even though he knows he’s fully taking advantage of your size and innocence, he’s too worked up to let this go. His shorts feel tight around him and his growing erection, but he doesn’t focus on that just yet. He wants to see you for you before he focuses on himself. 

They didn’t change you out of your Na’vi clothes, so most of your skin is exposed to Miles anyway. His hands move your hair to the side, exposing your back and the small strings keeping your chest piece attached. 

His heart is now racing. He can’t believe what he’s doing but he won’t stop. Not with you looking so pretty in his bed.

Quaritch props himself up on one elbow, while his free hand gently traces your body, running from your shoulder, along your side and to your hips.

He leans forward, massaging the soft flesh of your hip before pressing his lips against your warm skin. His eyes close and he inhales deeply, not being able to get enough of the way you smell. Then, Miles pulls away, kissing you up to your shoulder blade. You’re so soft he feels the urge to just grab you and sink his teeth into your flesh but luckily for you, he doesn’t. Knowing you will probably shy away if you’re awake, Miles decides to explore you further by himself so that he can take his time toying with you instead of having to hold you down and keep you quiet. 

Carefully, he slides the blanket off the both of you and sits up to properly look at you. He starts to fumble with the strings of your top, untying them and watching them loosely drape around your back. Miles’ large hand then finds your shoulder and he gently pulls you to him and turns you onto your back. He can’t wait much longer so he takes one string in between his fingertips and lifts your chest piece up, gently pulling it from your calmy sleeping body. 

He draws a deep breath to stay composed while his darkened eyes drink in your bare chest. Such a pretty young thing you are, fully on display to him and only him. 

He wants to devour you and drag his tongue and lips over every inch of your body, but he can’t risk waking you up just yet. He needs to see more before he can start touching you. 

Miles slowly moves onto his knees, sitting by your legs. You’re wearing a loincloth like all other Na’vi. Something he hated before, not liking how they imprinted their culture on you. But now, he was almost thankful you weren’t covered in human clothes from head to toe. 

He takes the material covering your crotch at the front and lifts it up to reveal that you aren’t actually bare underneath. You’re wearing something similar to panties except out of their woven fabric. Miles ignores the small beads and pattern of your loincloth and just hooks his fingertips under the sides of your waistband and slowly pulls it down your legs, teasing himself. 

Once he lays eyes on your bare cunt Miles groans, struggling to stick to his plan of just looking. He knows now that he won’t be able to just admire you. He needs you for himself. 

God, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. His large hands gently wrap around your legs, parting them to fully expose your pussy to his predatory eyes. What a pretty little thing you’ve grown to be. 

You look so tasteful, Miles has to touch you. His fingers trace an outline around your pussy, watching a small shiver overcome your body in your sleep.

‘So sensitive’ he thinks, wondering whether you’ve ever done anything sexual with someone before. But judging by the way your body seems to eagerly be responding to his smallest touches, he concludes that you really are as innocent as he thought. It also means he needs to approach this with a gentle hand, not to scare or hurt you. 

His fingertip slips between your folds, gently massaging you while watching your reactions. You’re still asleep but your breathing seems to occasionally change patterns. Your warmth has Miles feeling excited to feel it around him, whether that will even end up working. He had to stretch you out for him first, knowing he could hurt you if he didn’t.

His fingertip continues to gently flick over your clit, rubbing you along your slit until he feels the flesh give in and he reaches your hole. Slowly, Miles starts to push his finger into you and a deep growl rumbles through his chest when he feels the slick start to form inside you. But you’re still so tight, which he loves but he knows he must relax your muscles to make this pleasurable for you. You're his little girl after all, he can’t have you crying in pain underneath him. 

It’s his job to care of you.

He starts to work you open for him, gently pushing two fingers into you now. Miles lowers his head closer to you, noticing that your slick has started to seep out of your tiny hole. His fingers have spread it all over your pussy until it is now glistening and shiny, making his mouth water. He must taste you, to confirm you’re really his. His mouth has to explore and experience his girl. 

He uses his tongue to pleasure you and take away the slightly uncomfortable feeling his fingers may be creating inside you. Miles’ eyes stay trained on your face as he peers up at you. You’re still asleep which amazes him. 

Once your pussy has managed to engulf his third fingers, Miles can’t wait anymore. That’ll do. He keeps your legs resting open for him while he pulls his loose pants down to his mid-thigh, finally freeing his aching erection. He knows he won’t fit all of him into you. You’re too delicate and small, but anything will do for him at this point. 

He wants to guide you through this experience because he knows you have no idea about these kinds of things. 

Seeing himself as your closest person, he feels he has the right to be your first. To take away the virginity you were born with, and lead you through this step of becoming a woman. To ‘break you in’. 

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his shaft before pressing his tip against your heat. Miles hears you sigh in your sleep and your head turns to the other side, but your eyes stay closed.

He starts to rub himself against you, covering himself in your sweet wetness while letting his precum drizzle down onto your pussy. A shiver of excitement runs up his spine when he imagines how he’ll fill you up with his cum and permanently mark you as his. So that when he is finished with you, you’ll still be stained with his scent, making everyone who ever crosses you know that he claimed you. 

With that thought, he starts to slowly apply pressure to your hole, gently pressing his tip against it until he feels it give way and start to let him in. Once his tip is almost in, he lets go of himself and positions himself above you. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your breathing has quickened, but you don’t seem to be awake just yet, so he continues to push himself into you. 

He sharply inhales when he feels how tightly you’re squeezing him, but he can’t stop. Fuck it feels too good. His hips involuntarily buck forwards and he forces himself inside you until his tip hits your cervix. His eyes are closed in bliss, cherishing the feeling of being so close to you. 

A small whimper makes Miles open his eyes and he meets your confused eyes, slowly waking up. You rub your eye, glancing around the room before looking up at him. He can see that you have no idea what is happening yet, so he slowly withdraws his throbbing length from inside you before pushing back inside. You clench your jaw, sucking in a pained breath and gasping.

“What’s happening?” You ask, trying to sit up but Quaritch restricts you from doing so by hovering over you. He dips his head down to your neck, placing soft kisses along your warm skin. 

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re in good hands.” He whispers, starting to rhythmically move his hips against yours. Your mouth is parted in surprise. You feel him deep inside you and it‘s so unexpected, you don‘t know how to react. 

“Miles-“ you whisper in a shaky voice, not sure whether you should ask him what he’s doing, whether to stop or why you weirdly don’t hate it. 

“Shh, let me take care of you.” He whispers, nipping at your neck with his fangs while he continues to gently thrust in and out of you. 

“Daddy’s little girl” he hums into your ear. “Be good and stay still for me.”

Your small hands go up to grip his shoulders and you give him an experimental push but Miles won’t budge even a bit. So instead, you hold on to him, but you’re not sure why. 

One of his hands snakes down between your bodies and he starts to toy with your clit again, watching your confusion and pleasure mix. The stretch of him hurt you but somehow, that made it feel nice. 

“How’s that feel, sweet’eart?” He asks, continuing to massage you with his rough hands. 

Your innocent eyes find him while you try to think of an answer. 

“Good…” you whisper, wondering whether he might stop now but Miles doesn’t. 

“Mhm,” he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Do you know what I’m doin’?” He asks and his voice sounds gruff. 

You shake your head ‘no’. 

“Makin’ you mine.” 

His words make you feel more excited and Miles notices this when your pussy clenches around him. A smirk appears on his face as he continues to drive himself into you. He realises your tight muscles are finally easing around him so he quickens his pace, seeming happy that your body has accepted him inside you. 

“M’ gonna fill you up, baby.” He grunts, starting to slowly lose control of his steady pace. Your stomach feels fuzzy and it makes you spread your legs further, hoping it will make the good feeling stay. It does. Miles instantly receives your invitation and starts to rut himself into you

You hum in pleasure, not feeling too bad about this. Jake was a father to you. You barely knew this man, so it didn’t seem that wrong to you. Miles however knew some part of this was wrong, but he wasn’t related to you biologically, only through memories. 

His fingers rub rough circles over your clit and you gasp before the bubble inside you bursts. Your body trembles and your muscles spasming around Miles help him over the edge and into bliss. His biceps and core muscles flex as he shoots his cum inside you, thrusting a few more times to make sure he’s stuffed you full with it as much as possible. 

Once he starts to calm down, Miles takes a little pity on your small figure. He knows he took advantage of you, but he won’t dwell on it too much now. Instead, he lays himself down next to you, rotating your body with him so that you're both lying against each other and on your sides like before. He keeps himself halfway inside you to prevent his cum from dripping out of you. You need to stay full until morning. Then at least, he can replace the last load with a fresh one. Fill you up until your womb is full of him and until you can’t walk anymore. Maybe he’ll do this to you every night, just to make sure it’s clear to you and to Jake if he meets you again, that you belong to Quaritch and no one else.

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The enemy’s mate (Miles Quaritch x reader)

Masterlist

Part 2

Description: Your fathers enemy being your vitra muntxa seemed like Eywa was punishing you. But maybe it wasn’t that bad after all.

vitra muntxa = soulmate

Warnings: pure filth, morally wrong probably, age gap, fingering/oral, p in v, breeding kink (because all men from that world have one - prove me wrong), slight mentions of death

5182 words

The moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew. And you were wondering what you did wrong in your life for Eywa to punish you like that. You were the oldest daughter of Neytiri and Jake and you knew the stories, you knew who the Na’vi looking soldier holding your siblings down there was. Quaritch. The sky demon who was one of the leading forces in the first war, was your vitra muntxa.

„You’re one of his“, Quaritch grinned at your younger brother, and you knew you couldn’t wait for your parents and Neteyam as backup, you had to act. You shot one arrow at the soldier holding Lo’ak and he fell to the ground with a thud. Your younger brother immediately started fighting but was grabbed by Quaritch, the taller and stronger man having no problem holding down the struggling teen.

„There’s another one!“, the woman shouted and you silently jumped to the ground, aiming and killing one of the soldiers with the big guns. You thought you had overlooked the group pretty well, registering every part of it, but when a big hand grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back you knew there was one you hadn’t detected. You let out a pained gasp, your bow falling to the ground and you were sure your dad was going to chew you out for this mistake later.

„I got her!“, the soldier behind you shouted pushing you into the clearing, your eyes immediately scanning over your younger siblings. They seemed shaken but alright. Your eyes then gravitated to where your mate was still holding your brother, you didn’t want to look but couldn’t control it, you knew once you locked eyes, even he as someone who didn’t know the Na’vi culture and significance of vitra muntxa would realize something was going on.

You didn’t gauge the brutality that would be awoken in him the moment you locked eyes. You could hear your heart beat faster, suddenly feeling like gravity moved. It wasn’t the planet holding you down anymore, he was the one grounding you. The smirk on his face faded, and your siblings were reacting with shocked exclamations at the intense moment between you, knowing exactly what happened.

The other soldiers didn’t seem to realize that something was going on and the one behind you nudged you to keep moving. When you didn’t, still caught in the gaze of the tall sky demon a few meters across from you, he yanked at your queue. You whimpered pathetically, one of the most sensitive parts of your body wasn’t used to such force and Quaritch reaction to your pain was almost instant.

Quaritch could feel something he never felt before when he locked eyes with the blue beauty who was being pushed into the clearing. It seemed like everything else except her became meaningless, he could only see her. He didn’t even care about Sully or his own race or his mission anymore, his thoughts were only her, her, her. And when his soldier yanked at her hair and she whimpered, some primal instinct lashed out and he saw red.

You watched astonished as Quaritch let got of your brother, pointing his gun and shooting the soldier who had just yanked your hair, making him let go of you and fall to the ground. The others from his group watched in shock and it only took him seconds to cross the clearing and crouch down infront of you protectively growling. He saw the others reluctantly pointing their guns at him - and consequently at you - and shot two of them before tackling you to the ground when the others finally seemed to realize something went really wrong.

You realized your mother and father came out of the forest and dealt with the remaining soldiers, but you could only concentrate on the muscly man on top you caging you in with his body. Everywhere his skin touched you it left a pleasurably burning sensation in its wake. You couldn’t believe you were seriously growing wet in a situation like that, especially because of the sky demon responsible for so much death. But him raging like that for your protection was awaking something primal. His hot agitated breath against your neck didn’t help.

Suddenly he was pulled off of you, growling and seething the whole time. You were pulled up too, your mother hugging you tightly to her chest, and you could see Quaritch was being held down by your father and Neteyam. Your father pointed a gun at his head and you pushed your mother away frantically, without control over your own body. „No, Dad!“, you screamed in horror and everyone froze. Your parents looked at you in disbelief, why would you stop them from executing this murderer? Your voice was lost, not being able to bring the shame to your family that would eventually come with this confession.

Your brother took that burden of your shoulders. „He’s her vitra mutnxa“, Lo‘ak broke the silence, a pitiful look in his eyes. Your parents gasped, your mothers gaze full of sadness for her oldest daughter. Your father on the other hand was getting angry, just like Neteyam. „That’s why you killed your men Quaritch?! You will never have my daughter do you hear me? Never!“, he yelled at the man on his knees infront of him, who kept his eyes locked on the ground, his breathing still heavy.

„You can’t kill him ma Jake“, your mother pulled you back into her arms, not speaking out loud what she really meant. If they would kill him, they might aswell kill you too. Eventhough your vitra muntxa was someone like him, you would never recover from losing your mate, all happiness disappearing from your life. It wasn’t like normal mates, vitra muntxa was deeper and it was so rare there wasn’t a case of it since you were born.

When choosing a mate you had relative freedom, Eywa gently guiding you to the right person, but with soulmates, she basically pushed you into their arms and shackled you together. Your dad was visibly frustrated with the situation and you felt bad that you were the reason it had to be like that. All your siblings looked at you with shock and pity, and you hated every second of their gazes on you.

„We’re bringing him back, consult with Mo‘at“, your dad finally grunted, tying together Quaritchs hands and - with support of Neteyam - bringing him to his ikran. You wanted to follow, but your mother pulled you back. „No ma’ite, come we have to get your siblings home“, you were surprised she was so gentle with you, considering your mate was one of her biggest enemies. „I’m sorry sa’nu“, you whispered, the name you called her when you were smallish making her smile a little. „It is not your fault, it is Eywas will“, she kissed your forehead softly, before pulling you along to get the others home. (My daughter; Mommy)

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Your father was raging inside Mo‘ats tent for what felt like hours, your mate had been thrown into one of the prison cells that were located in the far back of High Camp, they were rarely used as the Omaticaya normally didn’t take prisoners. You weren’t allowed to go near Quaritch, your father was very clear about that, you’ve never seen him with that much agony in his eyes.

You were sitting motionless on a rock outside of your grandmothers tent, listening to your father shout about how he wouldn’t let you near that demon, how he would never allow him to touch his little girl. Your grandmother on the other side interpreted Eywas will - she was Tsahìk after all - and told your dad that it was sealed and there was no way out of this bound. You didn’t know what to think at all.

You were devastated on one hand, how could you even think of this kxitx bringing demon as your mate. But your body was betraying your mind, even the hours since your father pulled him off of you made you yearn for his closeness again. You felt ashamed of these thoughts, but there was nothing you could do. You couldn’t change this anyway, you would never try to disrespect Eywas plan. (Death)

Your thoughts were interrupted by your father nearly ripping off the fabric that was used as a door on your grandmothers tent. His furious eyes met your glossy ones and they immediately softened. He sighed, closing his eyes for a second and pinching his nose before making his way towards you. Without saying anything he pulled you into his arms, holding you close and without meaning to, you let a few tears spill over. „It’s going to be alright babygirl“, he hummed and stroked your hair, „come on, let’s get you home for now.“

You couldn’t sleep eventhough you were completely exhausted after this hell of a day. Your family was fast asleep, dinner had been kind of awkward but everyone tried to cheer you up making you feel better about it all. They didn’t treat you like an outcast, that seemed like win. But noone really breeched the topic that was on every mind in the room - the big, dangerous man a few hundred meters away.

You sighed silently, sitting up and looking at the stars you could see from where you were. Your body needed to be close to your mate, it had been so many hours already and your chest felt tighter by the second. Your eyes wandered over to your peacefully sleeping dad, quietly apologizing for doing what you were about to do.

You snuck out, careful not to step on anyone’s tails and wake them. That would surely rile up everyone’s emotions again. High camp was silent at night, a few warriors standing guard and they didn’t pay you any mind. Why should they? Only a few knew about what happened. Your guilt disappeared with every step, your body anticipating the closeness of your mate. You would deal with the consequences later.

But they came quicker than you thought, your grandmothers voice cutting you off. „Come here child“, she didn’t speak particularly loud, but it felt like she cut through you, making you for rigid and immediately obeying and entering her tent. „Grandmother“, you greeted her looking up through your eyelashes. „You’re going to see him“, she stated looking at you with a small smile.

„I…I’m sorry, please don’t tell dad, I’ll go back I promise“, you really didn’t want your father to know you were about to betray him like that. At least you felt like you were. „Nah, don’t be silly. I told your father you needed the touch of your vitra muntxa soon, but he wouldn’t listen“, she rolled her eyes, but then she got serious, pulling you close by your elbows.

„I know you feel guilty my child, but know this: Eywas Plan always works out and it is an honor, a rarerity to be granted with vitra muntxa“, she was strict about this, you could see it in her eyes. „He may be the sky demon that doomed us once, but that was in a different life, in the past. This is Eywas way to protect us, he can’t put a name on it, but he would never do anything to hurt you, do you hear me? Having this demon on our side, Eywa gave us a gift“, she was convinced of this, making you feel a little less guilty about it all.

„Will it ever be alright?“, you whispered, unsure of what the future would hold if this was your path. „It will“, she gave you an encouraging smile, a rare thing. „And now go, your mate needs you“, she ushered you out of her tent, and you were wondering what exactly she meant. Shaking of the confusion, you continued on your way to the back of the camp.

To get to the cell, you had to walk through a short stripe of forest, this section of the camp was completely isolated. You could see his cell was guarded by Tahset. Shuddering you remembered how he tried to come on to you during the last feast, and you had to physically push him off, breaking his nose in the process. Maybe you could use this to blackmail him into leaving you alone with Quaritch.

„Tahset!“, you called out for the young soldier, making him turn in your direction ready to strike. „Mawey, it’s only me“, you held your hands up in peace, his weapons lowering. „You should not be here“, he looked at you with a stern expression on his face. „And you shouldn’t touch the Olo’eyktans daughter if she doesn‘t want you to, but here we are“, you could here a low growl come from the cell behind the Na‘vi warrior, the effect it had on you instantaneously.

You pushed that aside though and concentrated on getting the guard to leave. „If you give me a few hours alone with the prisoner, I won’t tell my dad what you did“, you smirked at the way his eyes widened in fear. „Please don’t tell him“, he frantically looked behind you as if the Olo’eyktan would emerge from the forest. „Then leave“, you pointed behind you and reluctantly he stepped away, disappearing into the forest. Coward.

„What are you doing princess?“, the voice from inside the cell got your attention, you could see his face in the dark cell, his yellow eyes roaming your body. You chose not to answer, picking up the key from the hook on the wall and letting yourself in, before closing the door behind you, so that it wouldn’t be noticeable from outside. You put the key on the spike that was growing from a plant on the wall and took a deep breath, before turning around.

His eyes were already on you, he was sitting on the stone floor, his broad back leaning against the back of the cell, one leg bend and the other stretched out before him. Eywa, you had to admit he was incredibly attractive, the muscles on his arms bulging when he shifted under your gaze and he had to be at least two heads taller than you. Your tweng grew slightly moist, your body’s natural response to your mate out of your control.

Quaritch on the other hand felt like he was burning up, since he had been thrown in here hours ago, he could only think of you. He didn’t know what was happening to him, nobody talked to him and it didn’t matter anyway, he could just think abut breeding you. He wasn’t unfamiliar with sex, he had been a seasoned army official after all, but this type of need and longing, not only on a physical but emotional level left him dumbfounded.

He watched as you took in his form, the urge to touch you unbearable, but he didn’t want to scare you off. He was relieved you even came to see him. „What did you say about that bastard touching you?“, his mind was running wild with the need to protect you when he remembered how you blackmailed the guard to leave. A small smile made its way onto your face, and his heart skipped a beat, god you were pretty.

„No need to worry“, you were still standing, unsure how to proceed, „My name is (Y/N).“ „Pretty name“, he smirked slightly, his canines poking through, but his posture still rigid, „Miles Quaritch, but you probably know that.“ Oh yeah, you knew that. „Why do I feel like this?“, a few beads of sweat were running down his forehead and his fists were clenched tightly, making you frown. This wasn’t normal. „Mhm“, you hummed, kneeling down at the end of his outstretched foot. „We are vitra muntxa“, you explained, your hand resting on your knees, „that means soulmates.“

Soulmates? His first reaction was to scoff and tell you what kind of bullshit that was. But you looked at him with those big innocent eyes, and the way his heart sped up made him think that that could be a reasonable explanation as to why he killed part of his team for you. Not that he cared, you were safe. That would also explain why he was so fucking horny for you, eventhough the intensity still astonished him.

„Eywa hasn’t granted anyone the honor of having one in a long time“, you continued, „this is why you reacted so violently to me being hurt.“ You were still wondering why he seemed so strained, but then your eye fell onto the bulge in his pants and you blushed slightly. „Is that why I wanna fuck your sweet little pussy so bad?“, his vulgar language made you blush even more, but it also made the slick between your legs grow.

„Partly“, you told him, feeling his eyes on your body made you nervous. Then it clicked. He was older than you, and the vitra muntxa almost always led to intense emotions and physical reactions. You were young, but even you had gone through a few heat cycles already, every few months the body of a Na’vi would enter a heat or a rut. And because his body was more mature and he hadn’t had his first rut yet, the intense response of his body to finding his mate must have pushed him into his first one.

„You have your first rut“, your eyes met his in wonder and you felt bad, seeing how hard he restrained himself from obviously pouncing on you. „What, like a dog?“, he sneered and when you crawled closer, putting your hand on his forehead that changed into a groan. „Sweetheart if you don’t want me to spread those pretty long legs I suggest you don’t touch me right now“, his voice was rough and his eyes screwed shut.

You felt bad for him, he was burning up and he was obviously in pain. Your instincts were telling you to help your mate and if you were honest, you were yearning for him to touch you by now. Your family, your responsibilities, his past, all was forgotten in that moment. „Let me help you“, you whispered softly, swinging one leg over his and sitting on his thighs. He immediately moaned at the feeling of having you so close, his big hands flying to your waist, holding you tight.

„I don’t think I can control myself“, he pressed out between his teeth, but you were already pulling his shirt over his head, his arms lifting as if they had a life of their own. Your hand were running over his abs, his muscular pecs twitching under your soft touch. You were ignoring his warning, your hand fiddling with the unfamiliar clasp of his belt, but right as you open it, he snatched your hands in his steel grip.

By god, the young Na‘vi girl sitting on top of his thighs was going to be the death of him. His cock was rock hard, ready to slip into your tight little pussy, but he was sure you had never done this before and he didn’t want to hurt you. But when your small fingers opened his belt, he had to pull the brake or he would have just bent you over.

„If you touch me now, I’ll just shove it right in baby“, he groaned and shifted you two so you were laying on your back, his tall form perched between your thighs, the sight making the wet spot on your loincloth grow. „Let me prep you sweet girl, don’t wanna hurt you“, he hummed, impatiently ripping the cloth hiding your private parts. Your tits bounced slightly when he pulled of your top, making him groan.

When his eyes fell upon your clenching and slick hole, he couldn’t help but grind himself on the floor beneath him, the thought of fucking you driving him crazy. He could feel your hands bury themselves in his short hair, and when he looked up at you he saw your slightly desperate face. God you were so innocent and naive, he couldn’t wait to ruin you. „Please“, you whined and the sound went straight to his groin.

Without further delay his mouth was where you needed it most, his hands gripping your thighs tightly and holding you to him. Eywa, this had to be heaven, his big tongue circling your clit relentlessly and slipping down into your entrance every so often. You were never intimate with anyone before, but you doubted it would have been this good.

He was overwhelmed by your scent, his new senses being able to pick up so much more. The taste of your slick on his tongue made his eyes almost roll to the back of his head, he knew he would never get tired of eating this pussy, especially when he started to suck on your clit and the highpitched moans leaving your mouth made his possessive nature break through. He was a possessive man before he died, but with such a pretty young thing at his mercy, all to himself he was nearly going crazy with the need to claim you.

You felt his thick fingers prodding your entrance and the feeling of two of them slipping inside made you feel so full, that you were worried about his length fitting inside of you. „M-miles“, you whined, your high rapidly approaching and the male between your legs curled his fingers into the spongey spot inside you with ever thrust of his hand. „That’s it baby, this pussy is mine“, he groaned, „say it!“ „It’s yours! Please it’s yours, just let me…I need-“, you cut yourself off with a gasp when he sped up his fingers, the sucking on your clit getting even rougher.

„Cum for me baby, cum all over my tongue“, he growled lowly, his teeth slightly grazing your clit and that gave you the rest, the coil in your abdomen snapping and you trapped his head between your thighs with the force of your orgasm. Your tight walls clenched around his fingers and you moaned so loud, the rational part of you was scared someone would hear you. He fucked you all through your orgasm lapping up everything you got, but when you were whining from overstimulation, he wouldn’t let up.

His tongue drawing lazy circles around your clit, the pleasure from it all just too much and you tried to push his big head away from your twitching core. „No no, I need you to be all ready and satisfied to take my cock, so give me another one“, he was fully in his element, the way you were laying under him, writhing from the pleasure he gave you made him nearly cum in his pants. „Be a good girl will ya“, he growled against your abused cunt, the vibrations riling you up quickly.

„Yes, yes I’ll be your good girl“, you whimpered, hooded eyes watching as he gently started sucking on your clit again while he added a third finger. The picture of this big, bad soldier between your legs was never leaving your mind, your primal urges begging for his seed to fill your womb and - more than anything - to make tsaheylu.

The rough skin on his fingers was stimulating that one spot inside of your slick pussy, and the continuously stronger growing suction on your clit, made another, more intense, high approach quickly. „You’re already gonna cum again? God, I knew you were my perfect little mate“, he moaned, and when he called you his mate, your orgasm washed over you with a force that made your vision go white for a second. „Miles!“, you basically screamed his name, cumming all over his tongue and his grip on your thighs tightened even more. Eywa, it felt so good laying in his possessive arms while cumming on his tongue.

When you started to come down from your orgasm, he finally pulled away from you, taking his soaked fingers into his mouth and licking them clean. „You taste so good baby“, he grinned, his canines showing and your stomach tightening at the thought of what was to come, when he shuffled upwards, kneeling between your spread legs. „Ready to take my cock sweetheart?“, his pupils were blown, and you could see his rut was in full force.

Quaritch looked down at you, eyes hooded and all satisfied, your glistening pussy clenching around nothing and basically begging for him to fill it. Fuck, he couldn’t think of anything other than fucking you full of his cum, the thought of your small quivering form laying under him and cumming had him pulling his pants off in record time. Your eyes grew wide when his length was freed, slapping against his taunt stomach and he was proud of the way you tried to rub your thighs together for friction.

He leaned down, his biceps caging in your head and his cock sliding between your folds, mixing his precum with your slick. Before he could say anything else, he was caught off guard by your lips on his. He immediately reciprocated, kissing you passionately with a groan and the feeling of you pressed against his body drove him to the edge of insanity. Without much resistance his head slipped past your entrance making the breath hitch in your throat. He pulled away from your lips, using all his selfcontrol not to shove his dick all the way inside.

„Fuck you’re tight“, he groaned and slowly slipped more of his length inside, until he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against your ass and he noticed his tail had wrapped around your thigh. „Miles“, you whispered underneath him, grabbing onto his shoulders for support and he hooked your legs around his slim waist. This had to be heaven, he was convinced that your pussy was the purpose of his life from now on.

You felt so full with his big cock inside you, and you felt so close to your mate. You didn’t care what the others thought, you just wanted him. Without thinking you pulled your queue out from behind you, the man on top of you - and inside of you - looking confused. „When we mate“, you explained breathlessly, a slight shift in his hips making his head hit your cervix, „we make tsaheylu. We connect our queues.“

Miles wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but he wanted to please you and so he pulled his own queue from behind him. He mirrored you, holding the end of it up just like you and watching with curiosity how you brought yours closer to his until the tendrils became one. And then it him, the overwhelming feeling spreading all over his blue body, he could feel everything. He could feel the way you felt, he could feel how much you wanted him. The need to breed you became overbearing, his hips starting to move on their own accord and you let your connected braids fall to the ground in favor of holding onto him.

„Pretty girl I can’t hold back no more“, he groaned in your ear making it twitch, his thrust strained and careful and you thought it was sweet that he didn’t want to hurt you. „Then don’t, please I need you ma mate“, you moaned and though you were still slightly delirious from tsaheylu, you could feel something snap inside of him and he mounted you more securely before pounding into you.

His thick head forced its way into what felt like deeper and deeper inside of you, the pleasure of your mate breeding you like this overwhelming you. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in and when he adjusted his angle, his head caught that spongey spot inside of you with every powerful thrust inside of you. „Gonna cum deep inside of this tight pussy, make sure no one can take you from me“, he groaned, his forehead coming to rest on yours while he continued fucking you closer to your orgasm.

You tightened at his words making him chuckle slightly. „Would you like that? My cum dripping out of that sweet cunt, everyone knowing you’re mine?“, he possessively gripped your ass in his hand, the other still holding him up. „Yes, yes please fill me up, I’m all yours“, you whined, his veiny cock battering your insides and a mix of his precum and your slick drenching you two. You were so close, the coil in your stomach tightening and when he reached down to toy with your clit, it snapped violently.

He moaned with you, feeling your pleasure through that weird connection you made and it pushed him over the edge too. He thrusted a couple more times before forcing his cock as far into you as it would go, spilling all he’s got into his little mate. The way you were still clenching and moaning around him, sucking his cum in, made him release a guttural growl, lowering himself onto you completely, careful not to crush you though.

You were completely exhausted, still full with your mates cock and filled to he brim with his seed. His muscles were pressed against you and a feeling of security came over you, the male above you feeling it to, due to tsaheylu. Both of you were still panting and he had his face buried in your neck, but your mouth acted faster than your brain. „I see you“, you whispered, shocked by your boldness. You knew he was physically attracted to you, but what you said was the equivalent to the human ‚I love you‘ and you weren’t sure if the battlescarred soldier on top of you would return your feelings just yet. If he even knew what the sentence you told him meant.

Quaritch on the other hand knew exactly what you had just said. He was on a different side of the war in the past, but he still knew some things about Na‘vi culture, an annoying Grace being the reason. He pulled away from your neck, sitting up slowly and pulling you with him, his dick never leaving the comfort of your soft walls. When he was seated with you on top of him - you were slightly whimpering because of the overstimulation from moving around - he softly took your face in one hand while the other held you close by your waist. He could honestly say that he returned your feelings, you became the most important thing in his lives over the last hours. Since he first locked eyes with you back in the forest he knew he could never live without you.

„I see you“, he smiled genuinely, your heart skipping a beat and a smile spreading over your face. Eventhough you knew your future was uncertain and the odds were against you, you were sure everything would be alright in that moment. Eywa had your back after all.

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That man just does sth to me, sue me if you want ahaha, anyway hope you liked it, would love to get some feedback for this morally wrong character pair <3

Tag: @eywas-heir

[onskepa]

Can I get a Jake sully x daughter reader.

where the reader was Jake's first child who he left on earth when he went on Pandora. Years later, Jake is finally reunited with his daughter, the one thing he hand longed for, but he finds out that she works for the RDA and is alongside Quaritch. I kinda want this to be a series cause I've been looking all over for fics like this but there are barely any at all.

Gotta admit, this one was a toughie. Not that I'm complaining, I enjoy a challenge. Now I did think long and hard where this would take place. Hope fully this is is good! enjoy!

NOTE: I had to change things around considering the time line and not everything will be down to the T compared to the movie.

Left behind series

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Left behind

Neytiri was enjoying her peaceful night with her two children, neteyam and kiri and her beloved mate jake. As she holds neteyam, while jake was holding kiri but he had a distant look into his eyes. Neytiri knows that look. It is a look where he is mentaly absent and wonders somewhere deep in his mind.

Doesn't happen often, and whenever it does, its about his past. Neytiri knows some of it but doesn't know all. Not that she minds. In fact, she encourages that he forgets his past. All of it.

"ma'jake" she softly calls out to him, placing her hand on his cheek, bringing his attention to her, bringing him back to the moment. Jake humms, paying attention to her. "whatever it is...its all in the past. Forget it, leave it behind. You are here with me and our children. You belong here with me" she says, letting her soft voice soothe his mind.

Unknowns to neytiri, it was the biggest mistake she will ever make.

Neytiri was holding spider, her blade at his throat. In front of her, the demon of her nightmares, Miles Quaritch stands in a false na'vi body doing the same with kiri.

"do it, he aint mine" Quaritch says, no hesitation in his voice. In fact, he was grinning as if to encourage neytiri. This isn't what she wanted. She wanted to strike fear into his heart. Have him feel what she is feeling.

"he doesn't care if I die!" spider tells neytiri. Normally she would ignore him but this time, she couldn't. "You don't care for your own child!?" she screeches. The demon grins in a twisted way. "As far as I am aware Mrs. sully, he isnt my child......but she is"

"MOM/NEYTIRI LOOK OUT!!" Kiri and jake shout to her.

It was quick, it was swift, neytiri couldn't block it in time. A shadow lunged behind neytiri, kicking her behind the knees and body slamming her with full force bringing her and spider down.

Neytiri was quick, fangs out, hissing out in anger only to be met with a gun at her face. She looks up and she sees a young woman. Tall, tough looking, her expression cold and deadly. But one thing stood out, and that was her eyes.

Her eyes were blue.

The same blue eyes jake once had in his human form.

"please! please don't hurt her!!" spider crawled up in front of neytiri as means to protect her. He didn't care of neytiri was threatening his life moments ago, she was not someone he wished death upon.

"quaritch p-please...!! tell her to step down or something!!" spider begged. But the man simply grinned. "you said a child for a child isnt that right Mrs. Sully?" Quartich teases.

kiri had enough and bit his arm making him let go. She ran to her dad but a bullet barely scrapped her shoulder making her shout in surprise.

Jake looked at the young woman who was facing them and time stopped for him. The blue eyes.....he knows those eyes better than anyone else's. Cause they were his own.

"Fair trade I say jake. My child for YOUR child"

Neytiri and the kids were shocked. Jake looked as though he was stabbed a million times.

"daddy? daddy who is that?!" tuk asks as she tugs his hand. Kiri, spider and neytiri also wanted to know.

"she is my daughter" jake says. The daughter he loved. The daughter he cherished with his life. The daughter he left behind for Pandora.

The girl stared at him with nothing but hate and malice.

"not anymore" was what came of her mouth, her voice void of emotion, cold and distant.

"My name is Proto Quaritch, and I am Miles Quaritch's daughter!"

Ngl I feel like I could have done better. I can see this being a series but I got three in the works. This will have to be temporarily be in the shelf until I am done with one of the series. Anyways, I hope ya'll like it!

[pearlsinmyhair]

༄ breath of venus ༄

chapter seven • flame

summary: a girl is born from nothing, and her whole life she’s spent trying to become everything her family and clan need her to be. what happens when she’s abducted by long dead soldiers and old ghosts.

synopsis: venus finally gets to hunt. quaritch reveals some things about paz. a story is shared. confessions are whispered.

warnings: a lot of talk about food in this chapter, specifically that venus isn’t eating enough. brief mention of periods. descriptions of cutting animal meat and cooking it. consumption of animal meat. hunting.

an: guys the next chapter is crazy. this is your warning.

word count: 3.7k

“you touch me and suddenly i feel a little less war torn. i’m not sure what peace is supposed to feel like but i think it may feel a lot like you.”

They had been traveling for a month, and Venus could feel herself growing weaker every day.

It wasn’t for lack of exercise, that was for sure. Rather, it was her diet.

Fruit couldn’t sustain her forever, no matter what minerals she got from various plant fibers and select bark. She needed meat, and soon.

And it wasn’t just her belly aching or the headaches that tipped her off to this problem.

Her period was late. By nearly two weeks. A sign that the stress of being a teacher/hostage/guide was taking a toll on her health, along with her lack of iron intake.

She was too stubborn to drink the grey mush that the recombinants ate from their plastic packages, so she was stuck with foraging. She had no knife and no bow. and even if she had a weapon to hunt with, she had no freedom.

So instead, she and quaritch were at a draw, both too stubborn to relent.

“You have to eat, kid.” Quaritch tried, though his tone was not pleading. Instead, he sounded irritated with her little fast, adopting the same voice he used when he called her ‘princess’ or ‘spoiled brat.’

She supposed she was being childish, staring at the tube that quaritch held out to her, but she had morals. That…thing did not come from Eywa, and it disgusted her to consume it when the forest around them was so plentiful.

She couldn’t blame them for eating it though. She had threatened to fight them if they tried to hunt. Life needed to be appreciated before it was taken, and these soldiers had not shown any feelings of appreciation thus far. Not enough for her to allow them a kill, at least.

So here she was, leaned against a tree as her head panged, looking down at a plastic tube of bland grey mush. The promise of a full stomach, right before her.

She sniffed at it, and turned her head away.

Quaritch scoffed, apparently done with her stubborn show, and pocketed the tube. Light was fading in the forest, and Venus could hear the tittering of animals, prey aplenty, rising in the night.

They were in an uninhabited part of the forest today, devoid of human and na’vi. Every day the squad drew closer to Tamar’s territory, and with it the promise of hours of constant flying.

“Let me hunt.” Venus murmured, and Quaritch turned to her from where he was discussing camp with Wainfleet.

“Absolutely not. I know better than to put a knife in your hand, kid. If you don’t want what we have, then you won’t eat at all.”

She wrinkled her nose, dejected and frustrated. Did he not understand that the price of killing him now far outweighed the benefits? No, he didn’t. He just denied her on principle.

Her head throbbed again, and her belly growled terrible. Mansk looked over at her in concern, and she gave him a weak smile.

He had already offered her his portions many times before, but she refused politely. Venus had learned that one of the ways that Mansk showed his care was through food, and he always found her favorite fruit or plant to chew on, even if she had only shown him once.

She tried to convince herself that it was not a unique gesture. He had gathered fruit for the squad many times. It wasn’t like she was special.

Wainfleet and Zdog told her otherwise, and their little sideways glances at her and Mansk were becoming unbearable.

But no matter how far he’d come, she wouldn’t even send Mansk out to kill. He was attentive when she explained the forest, the most empathetic out of all of them. But there was still some hesitancy when he touched a leaf or stepped around a lizard.

They felt the forest. They felt Eywa. But they didn’t listen to either.

They did not see.

Not yet.

As her body ached once more, she conceded.

“Please.” she said, earnest.

Quaritch whipped his head to her with a look of mock-surprise. He arched an eyebrow.

“What was that, princess? I didn’t hear you.” he said, even going so far as to press a hand to his ear.

Her jaw clenched. “Old man.” she whispered, before raising her voice. “Can I please hunt? It won’t take me long, and i’ll only need a knife. You have a tracker on me, it’s not like I can reasonably go very far or sneak up on you.”

Quaritch’s eyes narrowed, and his mouth opened to deny her again. But then Wainfleet brushed his fingertips against his forearm, a near imperceptible touch that Venus just barely caught.

Quaritch’s ears dropped back, caught, and he glanced at Wainfleet.

His corporal tilted his head slightly, silently asking him to weigh his options.

He hated to admit it, but he and his squad had grown to somewhat trust Venus. Vice-versa, Venus didn’t seem outright malicious to them. She was pissed, for many reasons that he couldn’t blame her for. But she wasn’t going to kill them.

So he went for logic instead.

“Where are we going to cook it?” he asked, looking back to his daughter Venus.

That stumped her, and he took a moment to relish in the way her expression dropped. His satisfaction quickly disappeared when her face fell into a grimace.

The rule of txep’ke was established by Venus very early on. Literally translated to ‘no fire’, it meant that at night they would only use the bioluminescence for light. Any alien illumination would attract curious creatures, some brave enough to attack if they were willing to risk it.

“We find a cave, with some kind of hole in it. That way it can filter smoke out and we can be away from the ground.” Venus said softly. Her will was being eaten away by hunger now that Quaritch looked open to the idea.

“Are you sure that you’re even well enough? You look like you’re gonna pass out.” came the Colonel’s response. It was reasonable, but she knew that if she had the chance to go out into the forest that her head would clear.

“I’ll be fine. Does this mean i can go?” she asked, and she was well aware that her eyes must look pleading. If she wasn’t starving then she’d be more concerned with how easily she was giving in.

Quaritch sighed, looking around at his team. She knew that the promise of meat was tempting to them too.

He looked back down at her. “When we find a cave, i’ll consider it.”

She nearly cried in joy.

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With the help of Brown’s and Lopez’s scouting, they found an acceptable cave within the hour, the light of the sun peaking over the horizon as they landed.

When they flew, she typically stayed close to Mansk. This was mostly due to the fact that their mounts were mated, which made for some rather…interesting times.

Like how, as they landed, Rutxïryo almost immediately tackled Sìlpey, cooing at her as he searched her for injury.

Sìlpey. Hope. The name that Mansk had given his ikran and told Venus of a few days ago. It suited her. Venus hadn’t asked why he had named his ikran it. Naming had always been personal to both rider and mount.

She and Mansk watched as their ikran’s curled up and around each other, hunkering down for the night. They made eye contact, and Mansk gave her one of his rare amused smiles. She outright laughed.

They walked into the cave, unrolling mats and assembling packs for the night. Quaritch looked down at his feet, contemplating.

He looked up at Venus, who stood at the entrance, waiting for his verdict. Then, his gaze shifted to Ja, and he nodded.

Ja bent down and unzipped his rifle bag. As Venus opened her mouth to protest giving her a gun, he pulled out something that silenced her completely.

Her bow.

Completely intact and just as beautiful as when she had last seen it. Carved from the wood of the fallen Home Tree, strong but flexible.

“You saved it?” she whispered as she took it from Ja. The man nodded. “Figured if nothing else the scientists could use it for study.” he murmured, his tone light in teasing.

He then pulled her knife from his pocket. She slid it into the sheath at her waist.

Without thinking, she raised her fingers to her head.

“Oel ngati kameie.”

The marine stood still, processing her words. She had taught them the gesture while they were flying, but very few of them captured the full meaning of it.

Ja was one of the few that understood. He lifted his fingers to his own forehead. “I see you.” he said, quiet.

She turned to Quaritch, giving him a nod of thanks. He watched her for a moment before dipping his own chin in acknowledgment.

She turned back to Mansk. “I need you to make a slow fire, mostly coals. I’ll be back in about an hour.”

Mansk nodded, and Venus took one last look behind her at the squad before she bounded down the cliff side to the forest.

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As promised, Venus returned not one hour later with a small yerik hoisted on her back.

It was nearly euphoric seeing the faces of the Recombinants as she walked in to the cave, watching them search for the puncture wound of her arrow.

“It’s the eye.” she said, laying the dead animal down on a rock to skin it. “I always shoot them in the eye. It doesn’t always strike their brain, but it does make them drop easier, which allows me to end their suffering faster.”

She murmured a quick prayer over her knife before she sliced the skin of the yerik down.

At some point, Lopez walked over to help her, and they fed the parts of the beast they wouldn’t be eating to their banshee’s, who waited patiently at the entrance for their fill.

When the meat was sectioned, they brought it to the fire that Mansk had prepared, and for a good thirty minutes they huddled in a group and discussed different ways to cook and season it.

It was comforting to her, watching Lopez and Mansk argue over how to cook it. It reminded Venus of home, of the way her mother and father bickered playfully. Of how her siblings had as well.

She felt her smile leave her face as her thoughts dipped down to her family, so far away.

At least, she hoped.

But she recovered right as Mansk glanced at her for guidance, and she showed him how to properly shuck the herbs she had collected for their flavor. She placed her hands over his and demonstrated, and he perfectly replicated the movement on his own.

The rest of the recombinant’s spirits had noticably risen. Now that she was paying attention, there was laughter and chatter, and Wainfleet had even put on some music on his tablet. Even Quaritch seemed more relaxed, chuckling at something Z and Wainfleet were arguing about.

When the food was ready, she went to pass it out. It was something she was used to, bringing food from home to her siblings or teylu from the communal pot to elders.

But Mansk brushed her shoulder, putting enough pressure on it that she backed down.

“You eat first. You hunted it, and you need it the most out of all of us.” he said, passing her a portion.

She looked up and around, finding that the soldiers were already watching her, nodding with Mansk’s words. Her eyes darted to Quaritch, who she could always rely on to take offense at her existence. But he too nodded.

So she found a spot against the wall, curling her tail around her ankles, and ate.

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“And I had to watch Lopez book it from a viperwolf, howling and screaming all the way to the chopper.” Brown recounted, brows knit as he recalled the story from when he had first arrived on Hellsgate.

“Cut me some slack, she was small but fast as a fucking demon.” came Lopez’s reply, whose tail curled around his leg in a defensive gesture.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have poked her when she was sleeping.” was Brown’s chuckled answer, and Venus laughed along with the others.

The atmosphere of the group had lightened substantially now that they were eating. They traded stories, teasing each other about memories from their past lives. The game of Trade had been long forgotten, as the conversation now flowed easily between each member.

Venus had largely remained silent, watching and listening with concealed happiness as she dug into her food. She kept herself restrained majority of the time, still wary around the squad during moments of weakness.

Wainfleet and Lopez were currently trying to get Quaritch to open up about his relationship with Paz, and Venus could tell by the Colonel’s expression that he wasn’t willing to disclose much.

Quaritch didn’t sit far from her, so she swatted her tail to get his attention. When he looked at her, she inclined her head. She knew little about her mother, and she was curious.

He was hesitant, but he looked down in contemplation as the group quieted. Wainfleet have her an impressed look.

“It was for convenience. Only physical. We didn’t exactly expect to get pregnant.” Quaritch said, not looking at anyone in particular. It seemed that that was all he had to say on the topic, so the rest of the squad quickly started new conversations to ease the tension.

“What was she like?” Venus asked quietly, and Quaritch turned his face to her. A muscle feathered in his jaw.

“Kind. Real confident in her skills. I didn’t see many pilots that actually had the technique to back up their bragging, but she was one of the few.” He studied. “You look like her. Your nose crinkles the same was that hers did.”

Venus stayed silent, nodding at his answer. She knew better than to push things like this. She learned from how Jake talked about his fallen friends. Trudy. Grace. Tsu’tey. As much as Venus enjoyed making Quaritch suffer, she would not pick at his grief. The relaxing of his shoulders told her that she had made the right choice.

She looked down at the food in her lap, taking the final bite as she tuned back in to the squads conversations.

“What about you, Venus? Got any stories of romance?”

She looked up, shocked at Brown’s sudden question. He looked at her with a grin, already reading her expertly.

Damn him.

“That’s a long story.” she replied, trying to deflect as the tips of her ears warmed.

“We got a long time. Might as well tell it.” replied Wainfleet, his eyes glinting. The rest of the squad looked at her eagerly. Even Quaritch tilted his head at her, mirroring her behavior towards him.

She sighed. What was she worried about? These soldiers had no right to judge her, and they had no control over the events that transpired years ago.

Her gaze flicked to Mansk, and her chest tightened.

She took a breath and began.

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She had known Ku’altu for years. He was the olo’ekte of the Tawkami clan, and she the tsakarem of the Omatikaya. They were bound to meet eventually.

The first time they met, his mother Suna brought him with her to the Omatikaya. It was a diplomatic mission, meant to encourage alliance and friendship between the two clans.

Venus was eleven, Ku’altu thirteen.

His mother had gestured for him to greet her, pushing him by the shoulder. He walked and stood before her, already a foot taller. He was handsome even then, all lithe muscle and confidence, a boy growing into a man. Venus was smitten.

Until he clicked his tongue and said loudly “I will not greet a worm-faced demon.”

And that was just the beginning. He relentlessly tormented her, calling her names and teasing her appearance. She hated him, and he loved riling her. His handsome face was wasted on him, she thought.

It was a shame, for she loved his mother. Suna was the tsahík of the Tawkami, beautiful and tall, with gentle eyes and a sweet voice. She hated how her son treated Venus, but it just made Ku’altu more calculated with his jabs.

They stayed for three weeks, and at the end Venus had cursed Ku’altu, proclaiming that she hoped she never saw him again.

And she didn’t for five more years. Suna came many times alone, bringing gifts to the Sully children. She would always make sure to bring Venus a rose bud from the Tawkami harvest, and she had saved many of them over the years.

The celebration of Venus’s sixteenth birthday was huge. It was her coming of age ceremony, announcing her as a woman to the entire clan. And as it was a celebration of a tsakarem, many clans came baring gifts.

Venus had rushed to the outskirts of the villiage when she had heard that the Tawkami ambassadors had arrived, expecting to find Suna and her ikran Twal.

She instead ran straight into a hard chest.

The owner of it caught her by the waist when she stumbled back, pulling her up so that she was steady. She rested a hand on their skin.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?”

She remembered clearly how her heart thumped against her ribs as her mind zeroed in on his voice. It was much deeper now, the voice of a man rather than a boy. And his tone was sincere.

“Ku’altu?”

Eighteen and strong, he looked down at her with no trace of the disgust that he once had. His face had sharpened with age, cheekbones high, yet his eyes were softer, like his mothers.

“Hello, Venus.”

The next days were a mess of preparation and flutters in her stomach. Wherever she went, it felt like Ku’altu was always there, speaking to her brothers or her father, or carving something for the children of the village.

She remembered how her face felt hot for days, even as her mother painted ceremonial markings onto her skin the night of her birthday.

She remembered how his eyes had followed her through the dancing, how his fingers barely touched her waist when he finally joined her.

It was the first time she had truly felt the fire that her mother had described to her when she asked about how she met her father.

She and a group of teens ran off to the warm pools in the mountains, flying their ikrans away from the party to have their own celebration. Tu’la had stolen some sweet wine, and they were all giggling and warm in the blue water.

She hadn’t touched a drop, and neither had Ku’altu. Even as they spoke to the others, she felt his eyes on her, watching her move and shift in the water.

She had been the one to take him to a different pool, away from the others.

Her confidence disappeared as soon as they got in the water. There was no buffer now, no wall preventing whatever feelings they were experiencing. Yet the boy across from her made no moves, simply leaned against the edge of the pool, body half in the water as he watched her.

She couldn’t remember what they were talking about before his hands rested against her waist. Or before his breath fanned against her cheek.

All she knew is that in one moment he asked if he could kiss her, and the next she was pressing her mouth to his.

They had stopped when his hand brushed the skin under her top. He would leave tomorrow, and she knew better than to continue past kissing. He knew too, but he was more insistent.

“Come back with me.” he whispered, eyes soft as he asked that she become his tsahík.

༄

“I told him no.” she ended simply, and the recombinants looked at her with gaping mouths.

“Why?” Ja asked, and Venus had to remember that they didn’t understand her politics.

“Because if I left with him, then i’d be leaving my own position as tsakarem of the Omatikaya. It would be shameful to myself and my clan. In the Omatikaya, I am tsakarem in my own right. If I went to the Tawkami, i’d only be tsakarem because I was Ku’altu’s mate.” she explained, though she could tell that they still didn’t quite understand.

The group was quiet after she had finished. She expected that they would all retreat to their packs, but then Mansk broke the silence.

“We’re going to the Tawkami clan.” he said, and she knew he had figured it out.

Soon she would be face to face with a boy that she had fallen in love with, now a hostage to the enemy. What would he think of her? They had not seen each other for many years.

“Old flames, reunited.” Wainfleet said, his tone teasing. Venus tossed a bone at his head, and he hissed at her half-heartedly.

She scoffed. He was one to talk about old flames.

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Venus curled into her sleeping bag, belly full and muscles stinging pleasantly from the workout of the hunt.

Mansk turned to her from his own pack, only a few feet from her.

“Do you still love him?” he whispered, soft.

She took a second to look at his tanhí, studying the way they freckled his skin. They were more scattered, a bit less patterned than most. She wanted to touch them, to find a pattern to follow.

When the trail led down to the one right above his lip, she glanced back up to his eyes.

“No.” she answered. “No, I do not.”

Yes, Ku’altu had felt like fire. Like something burning that had never been lit before. But fire, if not cared for and fueled, dies with the smallest change of wind.

The low heat in her gut was familiar. But it was nothing like what she had felt all those years ago.

She rolled to face away from Mansk in an effort to smother it.

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