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Bleeding Hearts

Part 12

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Miles p.o.v.

Silas.

She fucking said Silas.

She said our son's name.

Just before Nina Rodriguez had died, we had discussed baby names for the kids we wanted to have. Before she was admitted, she loved spending her days taking hikes or sitting in a field of flowers. 

She wanted to name our son Silas Miles Quaritch.

As I sat in my dark room, I did not make a single sound. My tail did not move, and it felt like the air in the room was being drained out slowly. My hands gripped the bed's edge, and my arms felt like they were going to fall off my shoulders.

And a tear hit the floor.

“What the fuck? What the fuck?” I said to myself. In all my years, in my past and in this life, I did not know what to do or how to feel. What the fuck was I supposed to do? Tell a Na’vi I’ve never met that I loved her past life? Run away and just live on Pandora as one of the people I’ve tried so hard to kill?

It was driving me insane.

I don’t know this woman. Yet she shares the DNA and attributes of the girl I swore to love for the rest of my life. The girl I loved so much that I made a vow on her fucking grave to never marry anyone else.

A girl who would hate who I had become.

“They’re saying Pandora could be humanity’s new home,” I told her, but she frowned.

“People live there.”

“So?”

“So? It’s not ours to take. It’s our fault for killing Earth, so we can’t take someone elses home.”

I have a mission: kill Jake Sully, kill the Na’vi, and make Pandora the new home for humanity. I knew it was my mission, even before I died, and yet she was here. Her fucking ghost or something was here, being reborn as the people I am sworn to kill.

If this is a higher powers way of saying “fuck you”, then it’s working.

I want to forget.

Forgetting her - forgetting that she’s here would be so much easier than having my heart torn between a mission and a stupid woman that doesn’t even like me.

"I do not care what happens to me, but I will kill you. I will not stop until your blood is on my hands.”

She swore that to me. With the rage of a thousand suns, and the hatred of her people, she swore that to me. It was like Nina herself was swearing that to me after seeing everything my past self and my current self has done.

Past her eyes was a woman who grew up on Pandora, raised alongside Jake Sullys’ batshit crazy wife, and one of the greatest warriors I have seen.

And she would rather die than be with me.

“Unless. . .” I muttered.

Unless this was a second chance. In my past life, I had drowned myself in my journey to Pandora and claiming it for humanity. I had died because of it. Who's to say that just because I have this body now that things will go differently?

Because things will end up the same, but this time with Ninat’ia killiong me.

Unless I change things.

Unless I learn.

“God, whoever is out there, you’re one sick son of a bitch.”

You Are Mine, p. 4

Taglist: @mushroomlover13 @icomplexmind

Warning: war, mentions of death, cussing

How the fuck did this happen?

Miles Quaritch and Jake Sully, both tied down on a ship, and their Ikrans had flown away.

"You traitor," General Ardmore hissed, "I gave you everything to do it, and you failed. You failed Earth!"

"Earth has no right to take this planet. We'll just destroy it," Miles expressed.

"That's for us to decide. I have no more use for you."

"You'll never take Pandora. The People and Eywa won't let you," Jake told her. Eywa has shown once before that she is not Mother Earth and will defend her nature and her people.

"The People don't have AR-15s and bombs," Ardmore chuckled, "even your banshees can't stop us."

"I can."

Miles eyes widened at the familiar sound of his mates voice. Before he could even turn around, an arrow launched straight into Ardmores chest and stuck to the ground.

"(Y/N)!" Miles shouted as she ran forward, firing arrow after arrow with Neytiri and othber Na'vi following after.

"My heart," (Y/N) breathed out before giving him a kiss, "I was so scared. I thought I was too late."

"You scared me! What if you got caught?!" He shouted, grabbing a gun off a body before firing rounds into the trees. Several bodies fell afterwards.

"That would never happen," She shrugged.

Before Miles could argue more, Miles ran out of ammo and realized just how many targets they had on them.

And picked up (Y/N).

"Miles! What are you doing?!" She screeched, both of them hiding behind a fallen log to avoid any bullets.

"I need to keep you safe."

"I was doing that just fine," She insisted, her ears folding downwards.

"Really? With one arrow left?" He mused.

"I'm just doing what your sister told me to do. Besides, I'd rather humans hunting me than Neytiri."

You peered out, trying to spot your sister. Neytiri could handle herself, but when you heard a cry of agony, you disregarded your own safety and ran.

(Y/N)!"

"Sister!" You yelled, racing past the bullets and rushing through the thick brush.

"Neytiri!"

"Sister, run!" Neytiri called out to you, holding her arm.

"No, I must help you! You're injured!" You insisted, ripping off a piece of cloth from your chest and wrapping it around her arm. She hissed as you tightened it, making sure it was secure enough to get back home.

Her eyes widened, "(Y/N), look out!"

Before you could process anything, a gunshot sounded and you awaited to feel the pain.

But the only thing you heard was a body hit the floor.

"Fuck me, this hurts like a bitch," Miles hissed, holding his stomach.

He had taken the bullet for you.

Because he loves you.

He'd die for you.

"Miles!" You cried out, rushing to his side. Jake heard the cries and quickly rushed to the scene.

"Shit," He cursed under his breath.

"We need to get him to Mo'at," He said as he bent down and checked for an exit wound.

And there was one.

"Shit, shit! Okay, (Y/N), I'm gonna need you to calm down. We need to get him to your mother, understand?" You tried to stop the tears, absolutely terrified for your mate.

"Miles, please stay awake."

"(Y/N)!"

"Y-yes, sorry," You snapped out of it.

"Don't fucking snap at her," Miles croaked out, hissing as you both picked him up.

"Just shut up and don't breathe too quick. It will only make things worse," Neytiri said, helping push him onto a horse.

He actually did it.

He kept his word and made sure you were unharmed.

But Eywa help Miles or (Y/N) might just lose herself.

Bleeding Hearts

Part 13

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Now this was home.

The screeches and howls coming from above made my heart feel at ease. The familiar rocks and dirt beneath my feet, and the feeling of the wind running through my hair and whipping my face brought a small smile to my lips.

“Come on! Keep up, losers!” Spider cackled, having fun as the rest struggled to climb as naturally as us.

“Can the big bad Colonel Miles Quaritch not climb a rock?” I taunted, my fangs portruding as I grinned.

“Oh just you wait, cupcake. You ain’t seen nothing yet,” He grunted, and lost his footing. My hands reached out, gripping his forearm and helping him up.

“I highly doubt that,” I smirked, following Spider and ignoring the rest of the struggling demons.

I just hope Zephyr is alright.

Zephyr, my beautiful Ikran, was much larger than the others. That is the result of her being the rarity between a normal Ikran and Toruk. She’s beautiful with her red wings and large horn on her temple, and I am glad she chose me.

My only worry is that she would be anxious without me. I claimed her when I was only eight, since I did not wish to wait for my time to claim an Ikran for myself.

“Jesus Christ, they’re fucking loud,” Miles Quaritch groaned, having caught up to us.

“Only because you have baby ears.”

His head whipped to face me, “what did you say?”

“Baby ears,” I touched his ear, “it is smaller than most males this age. It is a dead giveaway that you are not Na’vi.”

They folded downwards and I laughed.

“I-I am sorry,” I laughed, covering my mouth.

“Mom! Come on!” Spider called out, and I followed the sound of his voice through the caves until the screeching got louder and louder.

A genuine grin crossed my face as I breathed in the air and my face hit the blinding sun. All around me are thousands of Ikran, none yet claimed, but the smile fell as I heard a gun click.

“I got this,” It was a tranquilzer bullet.

As Miles Quaritch took aim, Spider chuckled.

“What?”

“Na’vi kids younger than me do this with their bare hands,” Spider explained.

“Jake Sully did it the hard way?” He questioned.

“What do you think?” He retorted.

He looked hesitant, but set down the gun.

“How do you get one?” He asked me and I moved forward, grabbing my own queue.

“You grab yours and connect them, just like you would do with the horses. They will try to bite, so-”

“Got it,” He walked off.

“Skxawng,” I muttered under my breath.

“This is gonna be good,” Spider smirked.

“Move up,” Corporal pressed his gun into my back, and I moved forward. Immediately, an Ikran had taken a liking to him by hissing and presenting his fangs.

“It's you and me, Cupcake,” Miles Quaritch smirked.

It hissed once again, and he hissed back.

And punched it.

I blinked, never having seen that before, and he ran around it to have a chance by jumping onto it. It hissed, trying to throw him off, even by slamming its body into the rock and he hit his head.

“You were supposed to tie its mouth!” I shouted.

“Thanks a lot!”

His hands were gripped tightly onto it, and the creature saw that he would not give up so easily.

And flew off.

“Quaritch!” I shouted, my heart racing as I ran forward and bent down to look for him. But they either both fell or he did and it flew away.

“Fuck!”

“This is your fault!” The female hissed at me.

“Hey, let's calm down,” Corporal insisted.

“No! She told him about them! She knew he would die!”

Before I could even get a word out, I felt a sudden stinging sensation. It coursed through my entire body, starting from my neck.

“Ah!” I yelled out, collapsing in pain.

“Worthless bitch!” She kicked my face.

“Don’t touch her!” Spider shouted.

“That is enough!” He shoved her away and my ears perked up at the sound of yelling.

From Quaritch.

“Woohoo! That’s right!” He actually did it. He made the bond, effectively taming his own Ikran.

“Congratulations,” I gave a lazy smile, getting up but staggering. Spider helped me stay up, asking if I was okay and I nodded.

I did not need him to worry about me.

What I did not notice was the worry on Quaritchs’ face and how he noticed the remote in the female's hand.

Bleeding Hearts

Part 14

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“What did I say about using the shock collar?”

“Colonel, she-”

“What did I say?!” I said, louder this time and in her face.

Her ears folded back, “only to use it when the hostile is attacking or attempting to run away.”

“So then why did you use it? Think just because I could have been dead, you had free reign?” Seeing the look on Ninat’ia face and later seeing the small red mark around her neck made me. . .angry. I want to protect her, and keep her safe, but why? Because she’s the exact copy of Nina?

“No, Colonel.”

“Then what?”

“She cannot be trusted. She brought up the banshees, so she knew the risk. It was her plan - to get you killed,” She explained in a hush tone.

“So you think she was trying to get me killed?” I mused.

“Yes-”

“Even though she’s attached to Spider like he’s still got the umbilical cord on. The kid she would kill all of you to get to, despite having a tracker in his mask?” I questioned. Ninat’ia is not stupid, she knows the risks and would not risk his life for her own.

“I-I didn’t think about-”

“Exactly. You didn’t think you took action without the approval of me or Corporal Wainfleet.”

“But-”

“Dismissed,” I waved her off and she stomped out like a child.

Fuck.

I glanced at the prison she was held in, and saw her mindlessly playing with her hair. She was bored out of her mind, and had gotten thinner since being here and denying herself any food we gave her.

She’s stubborn, but it’s admirable.

My eyes widened when she held her stomach in pain, trying to suppress the hunger she felt. She would’nt even eat now, despite the great deal of pain she is in.

Shit, shit.

Obviously if I took her out to hunt, it would show favortism. It would show that I’m becoming like Sully and siding with the Na’vi, which is exactly how I felt.

I quickly scanned my card and the door opened with a click. She heard and stepped back, not knowing it was me coming in. I grabbed the collar and tossed it onto the table.

“We’re going out.”

When you write a navi name. How would you write “ daughter of ___ and then that parents name.” I’m having a hard time figuring out how to write it out.

So if Ninat’ia and Miles had kids, this is an example of the names:

Silas te Quaritch Ninat’ia'itan

(Itan is added for the males/ sons)

For a girl, it would be:

Kamari te Quaritch Ninat’ia'ite

(Ite is added at the end for females/ daughters)

I don't fully think I'm right with the structure but that's just how I'd do it

Bleeding Hearts

Part 15

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“Where are we even going-?”

“Ssh!” I pressed my hand against his mouth, keeping us both down and hidden by the shrubs. We were both bent downwards, our eyes darting around till I had finally spotted it.

It is a Thanator, but more importantly, it is a mother. They are even more dangerous when they have someone to protect, and I glanced at Miles Quarictch before removing my hand.

“It’s raining. Isn’t she cold?” He questioned, his voice quiet.

“It does not matter,” I said, looking at him, “she has given birth and will not move them. She will use her body heat to keep them warm, or they will die.”

“What?!” I smacked his head, glancing to make sure she wasn’t looking for us.

“It is nature. If they die, then it was meant to be. It means their bodies were too weak for this world, and their energy will be given back to Eywa,” I explained.

"You say it like it's fair."

I looked at him, "it is not fair. Life is not fair, but Eywa gives and Eywa takes."

“What the fuck is this supposed to teach me?” His voice was still hushed, but his tone was harsh.

“You wish to learn about my world - my home. This is the harshest reality of it,” I explained, backing away slowly as to not scare her or alert her of our presence. Miles Quaritch began to do the same, slowly following my path.

“What do you do? When someone dies,” He asked as I got up and I grabbed his hands, luring it towards a leaf full of fresh water.

“We bury them within the earth, and the Atokirina begin to surround the body. They hover for a while before all leaving, and giving us permission to grieve and mourn,” I grabbed my own leaf, letting the water gently pour into my mouth. I drank all of it, greedy for the freshwater that I have been denied.

“Akotina?”

“Woodsprites,” I translated, wiping my mouth.

“Very pure spirits.”

“How are you not freezing your ass off?” He asked, shivering in his garments.

“I grew used to it,” I shrugged, moving along as the eclipse was fast approaching.

I found a spot underneath a tree as the rain began to pour onto us, and he was whining like a baby about being cold and wet.

Which is another reason why humans should not come here.

They will destroy the natural safety for comfort.

Like ignorant children.

“I’ve seen footage,” He started, making me look at him.

“Of you killing people. You almost got me.”

“I will do anything to defend my people. A trait you demons seem to not possess.”

“Hmm, I think you’re wrong,” He stated proudly, to which I scoffed.

“That’s why we’re here. We want a new home for our people, and will do anything to protect them.”

“All of them?” I questioned, looking in his eyes.

His demon eyes.

“No, just the ones who pay the most.”

I pointed at him, “and that is why we are nothing alike. You demons value wealth, and save yourselves. You are selfish and do not belong.”

“Yeah we are selfish,” He admitted, not being phased by my accusations.

And then he looked at me. He looked at me with a soft gaze that made me question the man they call Colonel. It made me question just who I was truly seeing. Was it the Colonel who died because he wished to take Pandora for humanity?

Or. . .someone new?

“It is something I have grown to hate about us. It’s why we’re here. We took too much and couldn’t give it back, but you,” His hand came up to my face and I almost flinched away as his thumb gently wiped my bottom lip.

“You’re the very best of the Na’vi. I have a lot to learn from you, Ninat’ia.”

I was listening to my playlist and Broken by Jonah Kegan came up, I could only think of bleeding hearts when I listened to it. Gave me the feels, not gonna lie 🥺

Holy shit. "Come and save me like you did when we were young" FUCKING HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK.

It really shows how Ninat’ia grew up loved and cared for, while Miles struggled after Nina's death and pushed all of that away.

Broken by Jonah Kagen is officially the sad anthem of Bleeding Hearts

Bleeding Hearts

Part 16

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Miles p.o.v.

Who the fuck is she?

It’s been a question on my mind since I found out that Nina Rodriguez and Ninat’ia share the exact same DNA profile. I see Nina in her smile, I see Nina in the way she gets angry with me - I see Nina in her heartbreak and in her tears.

Is she Nina?

It made my head throb just thinking about it. Because of course not - she’s Na’vi and was born as the sister of Mrs. Sully. She’s different.

She’s fucking blue for Christs sake.

"I do not care what happens to me, but I will kill you. I will not stop until your blood is on my hands.”

And when the Na’vi make promises, they keep them. It is like a blood oath to them, and even then, the humans will break it if it means they can survive or atleast live another day to be selfish.

Even if she smiles at me now or even if she laughs at my ears, she will kill me. She will stand before me with her own knife and slit my throat. She will watch me die if it means Pandora is safe.

Because at the end of the day, I am her captor.

And she is not Nina.

“You good, Colonel?” Wainfleet asked, stopping by my room.

“Yeah, ju-”

“Hope that crazy bitch didn’t do anything to you out there.”

I wanted to strangle him. Why? Because in my heart, all I could see was him killing Nina.

She’s not Nina.

She’s not fucking Nina.

I had to make sure that it was drilled into my skull.

“Nah, she’s just a little kitty. Even had to shock her as a reminder,” I waved the remote in my hand, smiling at Lyle and horrified that such a thing even crossed my mind.

“Have a goodnight, Colonel,” He patted the side of the entrance, giving me a nod before leaving and I wanted to throw the remote against the wall. Stomp on it - just to make sure that I didn’t have to see that look of helplessness in her eyes again.

What I was unaware of was how troubled Ninat’ia was herself.

Did I just ignore the signs because of what she had previously told me? Maybe, or I just thought I had to be crazy that she would even consider doing anything with me.

I wandered out of my room, the only thing illuminating me being my own body and the small gadgets. No light illuminated from either cell. My ears twitched at the sound of Spider snoring, and I smiled softly.

I looked behind me, to where Ninat’ias’ cell is, and heard nothing from it. I squinted, trying to find her body in the darkness, and spotted her sleeping on the floor and curled up into a ball.

I didn’t want to wake either of them, and made my way back to my room. I think I ignored it because it had to be me just being tired as shit, but now I know that my ears did not betray me.

Within the confines of her cell and in the shelter of darkness, my ears twitched at the breathy sound of my own name.

I love all Sully sibling so much, but Tuk is so precious ! 🥺  💖 

avatar 2 was just 2 and a half hours of racism and bad plot devices

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༄ breath of venus ༄

in the back of my mind in the back of my mind

you died

i killed you

and i didn’t even cry

and i didn’t even regret it

no not a single tear

i can’t believe i said it

series playlist | #—botticelli blues ⋆｡˚

summary ~ a girl born from nothing has spent her entire life trying to be everything her family and her clan needs her to be. but what happens when old ghosts take her as hostage?

Venus is discovered as a baby by Grace Augustine and later adopted by the Sully family following the war. her instincts will be challenged when Eywa gives her a sign that all is not what it seems when it comes to her reborn captors.

this is a Recombinant story that will attempt a redemption arc. it includes my oc. this is my first time writing a fan fic so please be kind!!!

the series ~

chapter zero ~ prologue

chapter 0.5 ~ happiness is simple

chapter one ~ tswal tsmuk

chapter two ~ taken

chapter three ~ you’re mine? / i was never yours

chapter four ~ eywa’s will

chapter five ~ fight or flight

interlude ~ sins of the father

extra ~

playlists

experimental chapter dialogue - you are dismissed

any drabbles or random thoughts will be under #—botticelli blues ⋆｡˚

༄ 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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Imagine Defending Neteyam.

Neytiri: “Where were you?”

Jake: “Yeah? What happened to, ‘Keep an eye on your brother’”

Neteyam: “Sorry sir.”

Y/N: “No, Neteyam do not be sorry.” You turn to Neytiri and Jake and snarl.

Y/N: “Neteyam is not your baby sitter. He is Lo’ak’s brother. Do not blame him for your parenting.

Neytiri hisses and Jake frowns

Y/N: Bares her teeth, “You know I am right and so does your mate. Turning to Jake, Enough blaming. Lo’ak is your son not Neteyam’s. Both look up to you and try their best. You are too hard on them.

Y/N sends them one last look and walks away, taking Neteyam’s hand with her.

Neteyam: flushes “Thank you, you did not have to-” 

Y/N: cuts him off “No, you do not deserve to be pressured like this, you are not your brothers keeper. I know your parents love you however, I must say they have a strange way of showing it." You smile and tug his hand gently.

Y/N: "Come my love, we shall see what Lo’ak has to say for himself. Irresponsible as he is, there is always entertainment in his stories. "

You both smile and walk away.

Pls the height difference between me and jake sully-

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