#spider Socorro series

[riverlikethelake]

Would stardust fix us?| Neteyam x Avatar!reader

Indirectly inspired by the song All I Wanted by Paramore

Synopsis - Selfishness is a horribly addicting thing, it takes everything you’ve done and breaks it down in just a second. Neteyam can’t bring himself to admit his love for you, he has his duty, always living for what his father and clan wants. His resolve should be strong, until he meets you, a quiet sky person that barreled into his life and will seemingly leave just as quick. You’re tired of living for everyone but yourself, confined to the white walls you were born in, staring out to the world you craved to see. You have the chance at a new life, one that can truly be yours… You decide to live your life for yourself even if it means the end of it.

or In which when given the chance to have what they want, Neteyam’s life will start and yours will end.

I. May the dead walk again

II. Tìfyawìntxu

III. Longing

IV. Outsider or not

V. Choice

VI. High Above

VII. Sä’anla

VIII. In the End (the dead walks again)

I’m not taking anymore story requests but im definitely taking advice/requests/song suggestions for this series! also i’ll try my best to answer asks that are just rambles or random things, makes me happy :)

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Explain then why did he save quaritch? I think he should have died instead of Neteyam but I'm willingly to listen and understand him if you explain him.

Next time, if you want me to answer a question, ask me a question. That's generally how these thing work. If you're willing to listen to me, you have to actually ask me to tell you something first.

So, there are two major reasons that Spider saved Quaritch. One, because he felt like he owed him. Quaritch put down his knife to save Spider, regardless of wether or not Neytiri would have killed him, which is debatable in fandom. Quaritch believed she would and tried to save Spider's life. Quaritch and Spider had developed a Stockholm/Lima syndrome type relationship. Spider has been neglected his whole life, and attention, even abusive and unhealthy, felt fucking great. Two, Spider was raised essentially Na'vi. All life is precious to the Na'vi. He did not go looking for Quaritch to save him; he was looking for Jake, Neytiri, and Tuk, and hoping to save them. He was unable to leave someone behind to die. He didn't seem to have a problem with Quaritch being killed when it wasn't on his hands, he didn't go looking to save Quaritch from the shipwreck.

Now on another note, narratively, here is why the story would be a hell of a lot worse if Spider died instead of Neteyam. Stories are about conflict, you understand? Neteyam's death and Spider's survival cause a fuck of a lot more conflict and character development than the other way around does. In fact, Spider's death and Neteyam's survival kind of wraps everything up in a neat little bow. All the Sully kids live, Jake and Neytiri never have to confront their neglect of Spider, Quaritch is dead and no longer haunting the family, Neytiri never has to confront her trauma in relationship to humans and Spider, there is no guilt storyline for Lo'ak to have that mirrors Jake that will push him to develop, and everyone can mourn him and move on.

Quite simply put, if Neteyam lived and Spider died, the next few movies would be pretty boring based off of what they had set up in this one.

[crazystargirl]

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♥: 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ♥: 𝟎.𝟖𝐤!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ♥: 𝐡𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬! 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬!

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞.

“𝐲/𝐧…? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞?”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

“𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦’𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛?”

“𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦?”

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝,

“𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲’𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐬…𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲’𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬”

“𝐇𝐦𝐦𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭.”

𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩.

“𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨.” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝,

“𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦…”

“𝐀𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲”

𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

“𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲!”

𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨’𝐚𝐤. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

“𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦, 𝐋𝐨’𝐚𝐤”

“𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐎’𝐀𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐘/𝐍/𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊”

𝐋𝐨’𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨’𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫,

“𝐁𝐫𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐝𝐝𝐝, 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫”

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨’𝐚𝐤’𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐋𝐨’𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢, 𝐓𝐮𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞.

“𝐂’𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲!!!”

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝

“𝐒𝐤𝐱𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐠” 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ♥: 𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨����𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐰. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 𝐭𝐦𝐫. 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲

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[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

prompt: spider takes the bullet, not neteyam. quaritch will do anything to get his son back, anything. he'll even work with augustine's recom.

(warnings for discussions of past torture and character death, although really an astonishingly gen ending to this magnificent journey)

ao3

"They won't help you," he says. "You know that, right?"

Augustine stares at him, face studiously blank the way it used to get during long board meetings. He can see her tail twitching, though, ears flickering like she's trying to ward off a nonexistent fly.

Behind her, farther down the bloodstained rock, Mo'at'ite hisses, knuckles white around her bow (that bow, that fuckingbow, but Quaritch won't look at it, anymore than he'll look at the body at Augustine's feet). She and Sully both have their weapons drawn, but Quaritch isn't the slow target he was in the AMP anymore and Augustine's standing tall, fucking up their sightlines.

"Kiri," Sully says, voice taut. "You gotta get out of the way, babygirl--"

Quaritch barks a laugh, the ragged kind that comes when you're teetering on the edge of hysteria. "Babygirl? You shitting me?" He shakes his head. "Come the fuck on, doc. The Augustine I know would've put out her cigarette on any man who tried that shit with her."

"She isn't Grace," Sully says hoarsely. "Kiri, stand down now. That's an order."

Quaritch doesn't even dignify that shit with a response, just rolls his eyes (easier to avoid looking at the ground, at the body). Augustine doesn't seem particularly moved either, her fingers flexing as she adjusts her stance.

She could kill him, Quaritch knows, without any help from her so-called mommy and daddy. He can feel the power crackling in the air around her, buzzing around her fists, blood-metallic on his tongue. It makes his kuru ache, same way it had in the woods--back then, he'd been too focused on Spider Spider Spider to really pay attention.

He knows better, now. He'd seen what she'd done to Lyle after Sully's voice has crackled over the line, sharp and cold and still shaking ever so slightly: your boy's dead, one of your dumb fucking grunts shot him. Let my daughters go, or you're next. Sully's always been a shit liar, but it was the panicked look at Lyle's face that made it impossible to deny.

Fucking Lyle. He's lucky the way Augustine turned his brain to slurry when she did, before Quaritch could get his hands on him. Lucky he doesn't have to fucking stand here and not look at the thing on the ground, the thing, the body--

"You think they'll even let you bury him?" he asks. "The locals won't stand to have this shit in their holy grounds--they'll probably give him back to Spellman so he can get dumped in a fucking crematorium. You'll never see your Monkey Boy again."

The pipsqueak with the eyebrows, tail lashing. "Don't you talk to her--" he growls, but Augustine cuts him off.

"I'll never see him either way." Her voice is hoarse--Quaritch remembers the way she screamed on the ship, like something had been torn loose in her and would never be put right. He knows that feeling.

"Kiri," the older boy says, the one Lyle had screamed something about trying to shoot instead as his blood ran out of his eyes. "Kir, please, come on--"

"We've got his memories," Quaritch cuts him off fast, can't let her get swayed by her fake family now. "At Bridgehead, we--we scanned them. Got a copy." If they're still there; they better be still there. The kid had thrown a shitfit in the scanner like every time before, but he'd still gone into the revamped Soul Drive with the rest of them.

"You hurt him." There's blood dripping from the tips of her fingers; he wonders if Sully and the rest have realized it's not hers.

"I did," Quaritch admits, because he doesn't have any time to fuck around. "Whatever you want to call me, whatever I've done, you're right. But I want him back, you understand? I mean it, you know I do."

She does. He can feel this fucking eyes of hers burn into him, bright with whatever wacky upgrades she got from her own trip through the other side, flaying him deeply enough she can see Spider Socorro's name written on her heart, same way it's written on hers. Kid's always had that fucking way about him.

"I want him back and none of these assholes will help, none of them could if they fucking wanted to, but I can." Quaritch takes a step forward and the Sullys tense, knuckles white on their weapons. "And you--you've got the know-how, you're the egghead I need in my corner. You brought yourself back, didn't you?"

"She didn't--" Sully whines.

"Didn't she?" Quaritch doesn't bother looking at him, keeps his eyes firmly on Augustine as he holds out a hand. She looks at it, then at him, those little flashy lights twinkling across her skin like she's rebooting. Remembering.

"I offered you a chance to make amends and work on this moon together, once." She knows what he's talking about, he can see it. "You told me to go stick my dick in a woodchipper, and you were right. But I don't care about that anymore, I don't give a fuck about this stupid mudball we're on or the stupid mud ball we're from, I just want my son."

His gaze flicks to her family, just for a second, then back to her. "They don't see anything about you except the meatsuit, same way those RDA pukes did with me. And they don't see anything about--" His breath catches, twists, "him, except that he's a big fucking mistake, and they'll do everything they can to forget he ever existed."

Silence. Her jaw works and he wonders if she wishes she had a cigarette right now--seeing her without one feels more jarring than the baby face or the blue skin. 

"Kiri," the little girl whines, reaching out before the Metkayina girl carefully tugs her back. "Kiri, please."

Augustine's hair rustles with a wind that doesn't exist and her fists curls tight at her side, fingers trembling. Quaritch wonders if she's going to burn him like she burned Lyle, or maybe just call up something big and toothy to rip him apart.

And she might have, if Sully hadn't decided to lunge across the island in a few big, stupid strides, clapping his hand down her shoulder. "Kiri," he gasps, tugging her back. "Come on--"

Her eyes flare (panic anger fear, quick and smashed-up the way it always came with her) and she whirls, queue crackling, palms raised high. Sully goes staggering backward with a yelp, clutching his bleeding nose, and Mo'at'ite lunges to catch him before his head hits the rock. Augustine watches him topple, stunned still, gaping in horror.

Then she moves. Turns and scoops the...body up from the ground, cradling it (him) carefully to her chest even as she hustles down the rock. No vocalization, but her banshee swoops down from the sky, landing with a whomp of wings next to Cupcake, and she's hauling the body (Spider) onto the saddle before Quaritch's got his first leg up Cupcake's side.

"Kir!" Pipsqueak yells, rushing to their side, frantic. "Kir, wait, don't--"

She holds out a hand and he jerks to a half, from his own volition or hers it's hard to say. "Look after them," she says, and then Quaritch is fitting his own queue home, not that Cupcake needs more encouragement to go go go as they soar into the sky.

They go swoop out over the smoldering sea, Augustine's hair--Spider's hair--whipped gently by the wind. Quaritch glances over his shoulder to see the Sullys vanishing, a scatter of blue dots rapidly fading from view.

"They won't follow us," Augustine calls flatly. "Their ikran won't listen until we're out of range." She shoots him a cold look, hand resting on his son's spine--Quaritch doubts he's getting near that body any time soon, but that doesn't matter, he'll make it not matter. "Lead the way, Ranger Rick."

"Yes, ma'am," he says, just to be an asshole, tossing off a snide salute before leaning into the next turn. She bares her teeth the way the kid used and follows, banshees swerving together to meet the rising sun.

[patheticblorbloscholar]

This fandom needs to learn the difference between a betrayal and mercy.

What Jake did in the first movie was a betrayal. If he hadn't fallen in love with Neytiri he would have continued to be a spy for the RDA all the while learning the secrets that protected the Na'vi and home tree.

A betrayal implies a switching of loyalties.

Spider isn't loyal to Quaritch. Spider showed mercy and that is it.

[stephstars08]

I do have a really good and interesting idea for a Spider series where the reader is human but she’s also got powers so she’s a super human. It would follow the first movie. I’ve been thinking about it for awhile now but I’m not sure if anyone would be interested in it!!!🤨🤨🤨

[lloyd-007]

If Spider and Quaritch get their own comic mini series it would probably be called “ I see you”.

[mochalottie]

HAPPY NEARLY SIX MONTH BIRTHDAY TO MY BRAIN CHILD!!

Oel Ngati Kameie my beautiful little series, my first foray into Spider's character. I wrote it after my second viewing of Way of Water (which might also get a live blogging session when it comes out on Disney+) and at the time, I had no motivation or inspiration to write cause Covid hit hard guys.

So my tiny little brain decided one night to think, what if Spider got hurt worse in his fall from the tree at the beginning of the film? Cause there's no way he would've come out of that unscathed. And the next morning I started, and that evening finished the first part, which clocked in at 6k words. I posted it thinking it wouldn't get much interaction because Spider didn't even have a proper character tag at the time, and then suddenly I checked back, and it had brought in almost 1000 hits and about 12 comments in three hours.

Granted, to some people with major stories who get way more than that in one day, it is a small number. But, to me this was huge. I was coming from getting maybe a few hundred hits in a month, and maybe 5 comments on my works because they were so niche (my ideas are weird, okay? I wrote an Alice in Wonderland AU for Zukka I'm that strange).

So to have a series blow up that much, was such a privilage and a confidence boost. And just at the time where Spider and the kids were getting popular. You guys don't know how starved I was for content literally months ago. It makes me feel not quite old by aged thinking about how there were literally ten stories about Spider and one of them was mine XD

So to my (admittedly not small) first foray into the world of writing Avatar, happy six month birthday. And to anyone who has read the whole of this post (which wow dedication) THANK YOU!!! <333

also to those newbies who have found me because of Our hearts Or For the Nights here's a link to check it out. i gave Spider an Avatar and a family it's pretty cool.

tags (can i tag with this sort of post?? XD): @be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie - biggest supporter, @wafflesrisa - bestie I hadn't even realised you commented on part of it i gasped so hard.

[jeepersbxch]

The Way, series

(extended) summary: Ayteya Te Tskaha Rey'ka'ite, the proud niece of the Omatikaya's Tsahìk, Mo'at, and the esteemed cousin of Neytiri, possessed the heart of a fierce warrior and the skill of a seasoned hunter. In the aftermath of war against the sky people, Ayteya found solace in taking in a young orphan named Spider, nurturing him as if he were her own kin. Sixteen long years have passed since then, and Ayteya's world is about to be shattered once again as she confronts the harsh reality that the sky people have returned, and one of them just so happens to be connected to Spider, despite the Colonel’s persistent denial.

pairing: Original Female Character (Na’vi)/Recom Colonel Miles Quaritch

warnings: due to some subjects (such as; cursing, violence, death, and sexual activities), this series is for mature audiences only (each chap. will have their own individual warnings). SLOW UPDATES

crossposted: wattpad

𝐨𝐧𝐞. and so history repeats itself

𝐭𝐰𝐨. white rooms

© jeepersbxch 2023

[naavispider]

OR, ORRR, ok what if that who drabble was a memory he relive in a dream turned nightmare 🫢 the moment Quaritch comes back, ready to bring Spider into a world of pain, he wakes up with a jolt in the forest, maybe a month or two after that incident, hyperventilating as some squad members stir.

Miles was the watchman and catches Spider having a bit of a panic attack. (Yes I’m asking for a bit of comfort it it’s possible, maybe Spider even being all reluctant and going “you’re not gonna…hurt me again, right?” 😭)

This response is about a follow up I wrote to Noodle, imagining that the whole finding-a-dissected-Na'vi-in-the-Bridgehead-labs thing was a nightmare 💅🏻 Sorry it's taken me so long babe 💞

"Please!" Spider yelled as the door slammed shut behind Quaritch, leaving Spider, achingly, desperately alone again, on the cold hard floor of the Bridgehead cell. "Don't leave!"

He couldn't do it. He couldn't be left like this, not again. His mind mulled and churned and thoughts became fears until he couldn't think straight. His hands were clammy, his chest heaved with agonised breaths of air that simply weren't enough. "I'm sorry!"

He cried out, and then hands were on him. Large, strong hands. Hands he knew to be Quaritch's - but Quaritch had just left. He was alone. He was hurting. He was terrified.

"PLEASE!" he called out again, grasping for the touch in the dark. Distant noises floated towards him, but it was hard to hear anything past the sound of his sobs and the hissing of his exopack.

But wait... He was in a cell, inside... why was he wearing an exopack?

He flung his eyes open, drenched in sweat and clinging onto Quaritch's protective arms. His head span as he tried to figure out what happened, through the haze that his brain had become. Quaritch was there, shushing him. He was sat on the mossy floor of the forest, plants and bugs glowing around them.

It was bewildering - it had felt so real. All he could do was try to get his breathing back under control as relief flooded through him. He was safe, he was with Quaritch, the squad were nearby, and they were in the forest.

"It's okay... you just had a bad dream," came Quaritch's voice from above him. His face was pressed into Quaritch's chest, though Spider didn't remember getting there consciously. The sound of the recom's voice was steady, authoritative, yet laced with worry. Not yet capable of saying anything, Spider focused on the words. "It's alright kid, you're fine."

His fingers gripped Quaritch's arm as a headrush overcame him. He had become dizzy from hyperventilating. He tried to match the steady rise and fall of Quaritch's chest to regulate his breaths.

Eywa, he'd never had a nightmare this bad.

Slowly, his grip on the recom's oversized limbs relinquished, and Quaritch moved his arm to stroke Spider's back firmly. "Jesus, kid. That was one Hell of a night terror..."

Spider's head had finally begun to clear. "Sorry..." he mumbled. This was just pure embarrassing, really. "That was... I've never..."

Quaritch waited him out, but it was difficult to put into words how real it had felt. The dead Na'vi, laying face up on a table with his insides spewn out. Rotten. Decaying. Blackened flesh. A cavity of a torso.

Quaritch would never do that. Of course it wasn't real.

"That was shit," he settled on.

He was still under Quaritch's protective hold, so he gently released the man's forearm and pushed himself away slightly, finally bringing Quaritch's concerned face into view. The Colonel noticed the change in the boy's demeanour, tilting his head as if to encourage Spider to continue speaking. Spider noticed the furrow of his brow, the worried creases surrounding his golden eyes, and most tellingly, the way his ears were alert, pricked up and scanning for even the smallest sounds, utterly focused on Spider.

"You wanna talk about it?" Quaritch asked slowly.

No, he definitely did not. Spider shook his head.

"Was..." Quaritch seemed to steel himself for what he was about to say. It looked like the words weighed heavily on his heart. "Was I in it?"

Spider pushed himself back further, allowing him a sturdier position on the soft, luminesent moss beneath him. It also meant he could support himself fully without having Quaritch's hands on him. He looked deep into the recom's eyes, almost scared for what he would find there. "Yes," he said eventually.

Quaritch nodded. "Tell me."

Spider took a breath, unsure if revealing the truth would help either of them. But Quaritch was staring at him so intently, he couldn't help it. "I... we were in Bridgehead. I sneaked off and found..." Spider took a deep breath and forced away the images of the warrior on the dissecting table. "A Na'vi warrior... in the labs. He was..." He stared hard at the teal coloured glow of the moss beneath him to stop the images. "He was gutted... experimented on. And... and you knew about it"

Quaritch seemed to expect what was coming next.

"You... you took me back to the cell. You were going to leave me there. Again."

Neither of them had forgotten the days of confinement Spider had been subjected to in that place. Neither of them wanted to relive it.

"Spider..." Quaritch whispered.

It was strange hearing him talk so softly. Quaritch had almost always spoken to him in his strong, squad leader's tone of voice. Even when Spider had messed around, Quaritch never really deviated. He didn't shout, and he certainly didn't whisper.

"You know that - back then - those were different times. You weren't ready to talk. You couldn't be reasoned with." Spider hissed at that, but Quaritch ploughed on. "Not like now. You and I, we're good together. I'm sorry for the way it went down... at the beginning. But I ain't making no apologies for what it led to. You and me, kid. That's all. That's the only thing that matters."

Spider raised his eyes to look at Quaritch once more, uncertain of the man's words. If that's how Quaritch felt, great.

Spider wanted to feel the same, he really did. But he could not forget his trauma.

He nodded, if only to pacify the recom.

"It's late. You should go back to sleep."

"Can I have a tablet?" Can I lay next to you?

Quaritch exhaled, nodding seriously as he reached into his pack for the spare holopad that Spider was becoming increasingly dependent on to fall asleep. Spider took it gratefully, watching as Quaritch got up to return to his own resting spot against a tree trunk.

Somehow, the knowledge that Quaritch was on watch duty for the camp provided a reassurance that Spider didn't know he was missing. As he laid back on the soft ground, he felt comforted knowing that if he did slip into another night terror, Quaritch would be there to bring him back, with gentle hands and a strong embrace.

[sunandsstars]

I get sad when I remember that reader had to leave spider 😔 he would’ve been so happy at the reef and with the twins fuck Jake and Neytiri for not giving a shit about him 😔 he deserves actual parents

he would have absolutely adored the reef! sweet boy would have been so eager to learn more of the peoples ways, definitely enamoured by the ocean. he would have been such a good big brother to readers twins 🥲

he just deserves someone to love and care for him more deeply. like i get he had adoptive human parents. but he seems to not have a proper attachment to them, he just needs someone to be there for him more 😔

[pandoraescape]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Art by: Cherrybomb_066♥

Summary: A spider finds out about himself that he never really knew about, and he's glad he did

Archive of our own version: Here

Spider felt alien.

Well, more than he already is, considering to the Na'vi, humans are the most unnatural beings. Which he doesn't argue with. He has seen firsthand how their emotions and beliefs are primarily powered by greed, selfishness, and an ugly fixation on absolute control over everything they see and can't.

Spider always hated the stories the others would tell; how the sky people, Tawtute, came from the stars within their metal birds (space shuttle), wanting to find a new home away from their neglected planet. Believing they could rebuild to save their species from extinction. Not once worry how their actions would affect Eywa'eveng's motherlands, creatures, and her children. Killing thousands without remorse, brothers, sisters, families, and many good humans that weren't blinded by their stupidity. Like Grace Augustine, Jake Sully, and the many scientists that saw their freedom within Pandora.

Knowing this, Spider understood why the Omatikaya treated him as an outcast.

Despite owning a Na'vi spirit, he was confined in his weak human body. He still remembers how, as a toddler, he'd constantly have extreme temper tantrums, his face entirely red with crocodile tears streaming down his cheeks. Demanding fussily that he wanted to own an Avatar like the others. He even begged to use someone else's when they were not using them. Prompting Poor Norm to explain to a grumpy four-year-old boy how borrowing a genetically engineered Na'vi-hybrid body was impossible and dangerous to his undeveloped mind. And creating his own was the same without the suitable instruments and technology to keep it alive.

So, with a saddened heart, he'd accepted that he couldn't be a true child of the people. Yet, it didn't stop him to tried to be one as much as he possibly could be as a human. He stopped wearing human clothes unless he was asleep or with his foster family, spoke the people's language to train himself fluently and read all of Ms. Augustine's survival guides and old video logs. To further his knowledge his their traditions, customs, animals, and flora. Spider did everything to feel even a tiny bit like them, and no matter the little praises and comments he'd received, he treasured them. Those small praises gave him confidence and a sense of being him, not a demon, not his son.

Not Miles Socorro, son of Colonel Miles Quaritch, a Na'vi killer's child. He's Spider, a son of Eywa, a friend and warrior of the Omatikaya clan. He continued this throughout his childhood, leading toward his teens. Where his self-esteem was at his lowest, and puberty was a total bitch. However, throughout the years, he gained friends from a family like him, sharing two worlds. However, unlike him, the people treated them with respect. Lo'ak and Kiri, son and daughter of the mighty Toruk Makto, are his foundation.

Lo'ak, his frivolous brother, brought him trouble and madness wherever they went, a dynamic duo that loved to prank everyone and have amazing adventures that left them with bruises and cuts, much to Mo'at and Neytiri's displeasure. Regardless of his recklessness, Lo'ak can be a great listener, surprising even Spider. He's considerate of the issues that Spider faces. Being similar to his own due to his eyebrows and extra forefinger. They both rely on each other, having their back against anything in their path.

Then there's Kiri, a blessing of the great mother, his kindhearted sister. She always finds ways to cheer Spider from the nasties of moods, showing him Pandora's most extraordinary sites. They bond over their parentages and differences and have each other's back from those who call them freaks.

Yet, this wasn't the reason why he felt alienated.

The combined efforts of Kiri's stubbornness and Lo'ak's lack of decency were the critical key points that helped him discover that feeling. It was high noon, the sun was at its apex, and the Omatikaya carried on their daily chores. He and Kiri were tasked with gathering fresh herbs and fruits to replenish Mo'at's medicine room to aid in creating new ointments and creams for the young warriors injured from hunts and recon missions. Thanks to his fast knowledge of the different effects of the various types of plants, along with Kiri's Tsakarem training, the two are collecting the materials in recorded time. They were enjoying each other company until Spider heard a yowling scream before a vast body pressed him down, "Hey, Bro!!"

Spider smiled, immediately recognizing the voice anywhere," Lo'ak get off bro, your heavy." Lo'ak laughs, still pressing down the older boy, lightly teasing him about how tiny he is under him until Kiri decides it is enough, pushing her annoying brother off him. Spider never mined the teasing from him, knowing fully well that these comments were a way of having fun. Not to be used by the other kids and adults behind their backs.

"Lo'ak."

Spider lifts his head to see a very irritated Neteyam glaring down at his younger brother with his bow on his hip. "Dad told us to hunt for Yerik to bring back to Mother. Stop messing around." He rolled his eyes at his older brother. Spider stood up, dusting himself off the dirt and grass that covered his loincloth, listing to the two arguing. Spider always found it amusing that both claimed to be soo different than the other when he could distinctly see their similarities. Understandably, Neteyam is the responsible child and follows the rules with an iron fist, yet he still vaults into trouble alongside Lo'ak without a second thought. Completely ignoring the dangers and consequences that come from it. And despite Lo'ak being a devil-may-care teenager, he's very concerned about his family and defends them without question, like any brother.

If only Spider could make them see that.

"Whatever, I'm bringing Spider with me for the hunt since somebody doesn't want me around," Lo'ak proclaimed, wrapping an arm around Spider's shoulder. Kiri looks at her brother with a frown, walking up to the two with a deep frown," No, he's helping me gather herbs to bring back to grandmother. He can deal with hunting later." She explained, crossing her arms. Her response was a defending groan, "Oh, come on, sis! I don't want to go with Captain Serious. He'd just gonna go off flirting with that warrior chick again."

That was new; Kiri and Spider looked at Neteyam with shocked yet interested expressions at the newfound information given to them. Neteyam's ears became a dark violet as his face became one of embarrassment. Glaring daggers at his brother, he counters back how "it wasn't like that!" and "She's just a fellow warrior." causing his siblings to giggle at his attempts, while Spider remained silent.

Lo'ak then adds to his brother's horror of the considerable benefits of having a mate, along with some imagined comments causing Neteyam to blush further, causing him to tackle his brother to the ground. Kiri rolled her eyes at the two, "Boys. All of them are just the same." Kiri declared; she then quickly looked back to Spider," Excapt you, Monkey Boy, your so lucky that you don't have to worry about all that stuff." Spider simply chuckles, agreeing with her statement.

Spider understood that being Pandora's only human child, he'll never have a mate to call his own. Unfortunately, he'll never-Wait, is he despondent that he can't have a partner?

He blinks at the sudden thought, confused by the fact that he isn't sad about not having a mate. If anything, he's…glade. Spider, throughout his life, never really talked about romance. Even when someone brings it up in conversations, he just nods until the topic changes to matters he's passionate about, such as hunting, gathering, and even playing with the other kids. It was he experiences little or no romantic attraction to anyone.

Wait a minute, didn't Norm explain something related to that topic a while-Wait!

Spider suddenly remembers one of his Earth lessons instructed by Norm and Max when the topic of "Sexual identities." came into the picture. Norm explains that the people of Earth use them to tell how one thinks of oneself and to whom one is romantically or sexually attracted. It also refers to one's sexual orientation identity, which is when people identify or disidentify with a sexual orientation or choose not to identify with a sexual orientation. In all honesty, Spider was extremely confused about all the terms and meanings since the Na'vi didn't really have or use titles to express their fondness. However, thinking back, he'd recall a particular word buried back of his mind that seemed to stick called Aromantic. Aromantic is a term for a person who experiences little or no romantic attraction to anyone.

This seemed right with him, and if anything, it felt… natural. Like anything that he ever felt unsure of was utterly gone. He's Aromantic. "Spider! Come on, bro, it's almost eclipse!" Spider snapped out of his mind, seeing Lo'ak with Kiri and Neteyam waiting on the other side of a towering tree leading to a dirt path. Spider fastly runs up to the two, apologizing for spacing out. They all began to walk back to the village before Jake had to call a war party for them. Lo'ak, noticing his brother's silent gaze, asked, "You okay, Spider? You seemed quiet."

Spider took a moment before he replied," Oh, you know, Just thinking. And finding some things out."

Spider going to have a field day when he tells Norm and Max what he discovered today.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Things Kids At Work Say That Sully Kids Also Would Say (snapchat edition):

For all intents and purposes imagine Jake is me in all of these and every one of them is sent to Norm (except the one about Norm is sent to Max). Ao’nung makes a bonus appearance once. Some are human AU some are more in a canon vibe.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

prompt: i am BEGGING on my knees for more recom!paz, maybe the moment that she and spider met? does he recognise her? he was only a baby when she died, but he kept her picture

(tw past csa, past torture, trauma, violent thoughts)

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It's the hair that grabs his attention first--most recoms don't have curly hair, or if they do they don't grow it out long enough to see. She's got it pulled back, though, not like in the--

in the--

but the sight makes his guts twist anyway. He recognizes the outline of those curls, the same ways he sees in the mirror whenever he takes his braids out. He doesn't take his braids out a whole lot.

She steps into the clearing, gun hanging loosely at her side (shouldn't she be in the sky? is he wrong? let him be wrong). The grass crinkles under her boots the way Quaritch's used to and Spider flinches, pressing his back against the tree.

He tries to tell himself, firmly, that history isn't repeating--he's got a gun now, he's fought in battles, he's faced torture and worse, he's dangerous. He tries to tell himself that, but his hands still hang limp at his sides and he can't breathe right.

Another step, eyes flicking over him--once, a threat assessment, second, a look of confusion. Third, and she stops dead, eyes going wide.

You got your mama's eyes, Quaritch used to pant over and over again as he fucked Spider senseless. That's how I knew you. And...and he's not quite right, not anymore. The pupils are different, the irises, dark brown switched out for searing yellow.

But the shape is the same. And every time he's glimpsed himself shocked, stunned, thrown off his axes and spinning in the dark--he sees it again, in her.

She stumbles forward, like she's about to collapse, a lock of hair swaying from her ponytail, and Eywa, she looks even more like that stupid photo now. Propping herself on a tree, jaw working, more stunned than Quaritch had been, maybe.

"Miles?" she gasps.

And--and. Miles knows what she is, he knows (even if he took her name, even if he got her picture, and learned Spanish along with English to speak her first language, even if he spent his whole fucking childhood telling himself that she hadn't been at Kelutral, that it wasn't anyone's fault she got caught in the Soul Tree crossfire but that doesn't mean she would have done anything, fantasizing about her turning her guns on the enemy and going down a hero like Trudy Chacon had just to trick himself into thinking his family tree wasn't completely fucking rotten).

But he can't go for his gun. Not even now, with her off balance like this. And he can't snarl nobody calls me that, like he had with Quaritch in the woods, when it was so easy to reject his father, before Quaritch sunk his hands so deep into Spider's brain and body it might never come out.

She could do that, Spider knows. She could do worse, if he let her, if he stands in this burning fucking house and refuses to listen to his instincts, refuses to run or fight.

He knows this, and his hands still twitch at his sides, desperate to reach up. Like he's a little kid who's broken his arm again, screaming for his mommy the way the Sully kids always did when they were hurt or scared, even though he's over that, he is, he--

"Mom," he chokes out, like a good son. Like a good boy, his daddy's good boy, his mama's.

"Oh--" Paz Socorro crashes to her knees in the dirt, throws her arms around him before he has a chance to react. "Oh, dios mio." Pulling him close, muscled arms digging into his back, she smells like Quaritch had in the woods, blood and polish, sweat and dirt, gunmetal and smoke--but instead of Quaritch's sharp cologne there's a softer smell of conditioner, shampoo.

"Baby." She pulls him back to look him over and tears well in her eyes--because of the scar or the tewng, he can't be sure. "Oh, baby. My baby.” Pulling close again as she sobs in his ear, her tears dampening his hair and washing down his back like rain.

"It's okay," Spider says, arms wrapped around her sides instead of going for a knife or a gun like he should. "It's okay, Mom." It's a lie, and it's the only truth left in his fucked-up world. "I'm here."

[patheticblorbloscholar]

I'm not a Spider apologist because there is nothing for him to apologize for.

[lloyd-007]