#dark miles quaritch

[nervousd]

Drabble— Longing

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Before setting fire to the hooches, Quaritch had decided to pay your little hut a visit. He was curious as to how you lived— eager to know more about you. There was clothing scattered around along with trinkets. A picture frame of you and Grace along with other science pukes posing for a picture. He took his time in tinkering with random objects that caught his curiosity— ornaments scattered here and there. It was homey— decorated just the way you like it. He inhaled softly, eyes hazing as your smell comforted his tense muscles. He sluggishly went over to your makeshift bed; it dipped under his weight as he sat down.

His fingers dragged along the fabric, rubbing it between his fingers. He gripped the garment tighter, pressing his nose against the fabric. It smelled just like you— he clung onto the fabric tighter; wrapping it around his body. It was as if you were embracing him. Just like how you used to— wrapping your arms around him and whispering sweet words in his ear. Tracing his scar with soft caresses— he stands up abruptly, chest heaving and heart thumping. His tail slapped numerous items to the ground as he pawed aimlessly at a pile of dirty clothes in your hamper.

His hands moved to their own accord— finding socks, shirts, bras and underwear. He snatched the clothes up smashing them against his face. He inhaled aggressively, his muzzle pressed against your soiled underwear. A low groan escaped his lips— tongue dragging across its surface. He could taste the tangy taste of your cunt on his tongue. His eyes rolled to the back of his head— saliva coating the fabric as he continued to suck on the piece of cloth. It wasn’t enough for him— but not to panic. Now that he has you waiting patiently for him back in his room where he ordered you to be placed; he’ll finally have a proper taste of you.

He dragged the pile towards the mattress, spreading the clothes across the bed. He laid down on the pile, nuzzling the clothing with the tip of his nose. He reached down grabbing his cock, lewdly squeezing the protruding bulge. He groaned in relief, his cock was swollen and desparte for much needed attention—without hesitance he shoved his palms down his pants; wrapping his hands around his length. With your panties shoved against his face his imagination runs wild. Short snippets of memories of your whorish moans come to mind— you sprawled on his bed with your legs spread out and him feasting on your drooling cunt.

His fingers pressed on the bulbous tip of his cock, pre-cum leaking out. His hips thrusted up, frantic to get any sort of friction he could get. His eyes rolled to the back of his head— ❝ shit— sweetheart, you’re driving me crazy ❞ he moaned out your name. He stroked himself with fervor, picturing you on top of him and riding his cock desperately like the good slut he knows you are. His hips stutter as he neared his high, lost in the intoxication of his desires for you. He wonders just how much your cunt can take— would you squeal and whine? Whine about how big his cock is? Push against his shoulders as you wiggle beneath him hoping for any mercy he can give— would you get drunk on cock— babbling nonsense as you go stupid. Fuck— what he would give to see you fall apart on his dick. Would he take you face down ass up? Mewling and whimpering as he bullies his cock into your cunt

He stroked himself with fervor, picturing you going stupid on him— having the full advantage to use you like a flesh light. His own personal hole for him to fuck— his teeth clenched down; eyes rolling to the back of his skull. He couldn’t cum now— not with his balls swollen and full of cum. He couldn’t waste his seed on his hands— his breath was labored as he released his cock from his grip. Not yet— not when he has access to your body, he’ll make sure to fill you up. He could picture it— your cunt messy and swollen, filled with cum— hell maybe you’ll pop another kid for him.

His hands trailed lower towards his swollen balls, fondling them with care as he imagined you on your knees; basking his balls with your tongue. He released a deap, grutal groan from his lips. Drool leaking at the corner of your lips with tears glistening in your eyes— messy— just how he likes it. He shudders at the thought— a wave of lust washes over him. He quickly gathers himself, shoving a couple of panties inside his pockets. He’ll have you soon— real soon

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[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Imagine your first kiss with human Miles Quaritch...

The Colonel was always looking after you...despite being a science puke. You were an exception.

For your sake, he sucked his pain and annoyance. He would give your friends benefits and privileges.

You thought he was being nice at first. You realized he had a thing for you. You felt guilt. You didn't love him. One day, Selfridge yelled at you Infront of everyone because he was in a bad mood.

Quaritch choked his face slightly by lifting his whole body off the ground.

He risked his job and legal violations for you.

You decided to pay him back...

The Colonel was estatic when he realized what you were trying to tell him. He immediately grabbed your hand and led you to the austronomy tower?

You were confused. But didn't ask. You weren't complaining.

The Colonel knew you. You hated the simple shit. Too boring. So, he decided to spoiled you once more.

He took off his Marine jacket and laid it on the floor and made you lie down on it. He hovered over you. And did it.

He kissed you like he wanted you to. He pulled away for air. But, you grabbed his dog tag and gently led his cold thin lips back to your warm and fat lips.

He smirked against your mouth in amusement. After months of teasing him when he saw you from the distance finally paid off.

He didn't bother washing the bloodstain you left on his Marine jacket. He decided to keep it till he dies and replaced his jacket with his other ones he never used.

The next day, people knew you two were official. The Colonel now held your hand when walking around and would spend some time with you while you worked in your lab room.

And of course immediately made you move into his quarters.

What no one knew was that the Colonel made you wear his dog tags. The thought of his name engraved on the metal which sat between your perky tits made him always hard as fuck. Especially when he nails you. You chest bouncing up and down while wearing those tags.

You were his kitten.

#avatar #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #dark miles quaritch #yandere miles quaritch #yandere Miles Quaritch x reader

[proffesionalalpaca]

Avatar 3 Wishlist - item #1 : Varang and Quaritch Team up

My anticipation for these two is insane and I can’t wait to see them.

More versions of the drawing under the cut.

The feeling when you Finally finish that WIP that’s been haunting your files lol.

Some clearer images without the background and overlays. Plus a version without the body paint.

Quaritch’s outfit based on the leaked image from avatar 3 - includes my own breakdown

#Varang #miles quaritch #avatar 3 speculation #avatar 3 theories #avatar 3 #ash people #avatar varang #recombinant miles quaritch #quarang #na'vi quaritch #recom quaritch #I’m hoping so hard that these 2 are dark Jeytiri #avatar fanart #jc avatar #quaritch x Varang #Lyle just there awkwardly third wheeling behind the camera

[onskepa]

Hii! Could you please do a vampire reader? It can be whatever you like (only If you feel comfortable), I love your writing so much!

Hellooooooooooooo darling~!! Sorry if this comes out as short, I did my best to extend it but I hope you enjoy this one~!!

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Reypay

The na’vi have many stories to tell, each holding a specific purpose. To hold memories of those long gone, to tell of legendary stories, the heroes, the fallen, the times of sorrow, many stories that carry on and hold tradition. And there are many more stories that are new, still fresh. 

Be it odd, funny, or sad, there is a story for something. There are even stories to warn others, precautionary tales. Stories of things that lurk in the dark. What danger lies in place of which you cannot see. What happens to those who were not careful enough, falling victim to those warnings. But what story out there could be warning people? One. There is one story, a tale, a warning. A story that all na’vi have come to know.

“Is that a threat Dr. Augustine?” 

“Not a threat, but a warning” 

“Please, we got bullets, machines and a fuckton of blades. Nothing will stand in our way” 

In the Avatar program wing, Dr. Grace Agustine was standing bravely to the current Colonel Dayrl Hempenton. Beside him was his lieutenant colonel, Miles Quaritch.  Both stand tall, smirking in a disgusting smug way. Hempenton was looking down at Grace as if she knew nothing about pandora. 

“I'm telling you Colonel, you and your squad will end up dead before you reach the site. There is something worse than the viperwolves, worse than the thanators, worse than any predator native to pandora. Both the fauna and Na’vi fear this monster” Grace says in a stressful way. But Hempenton and Quaritch laugh it off. Cant say she didn't warn them. 

Grace knew better, if she cant stop them, only they will know what lies in the darkness of Pandora

The forest at night was restless, the animals, big and small can feel it. Quick and silent did the monster go. Looking for its next supply. It grows hungry, its need to feed grows strong every day. The insatiable hunger, to quench its thirst. It's been days since its last feeding. 

As it runs silently in the dense forest, within the territory of the Omatikaya village, Mo’at can feel the uneasiness of the forest. She knows. Mo’at knows that the beast hungers, and if it is not fed soon, she fears the bond will break and will come for her people. 

But it seems her troubles won't be long, as her little human technology beeps in the quietness. Grace has sent the word. Humans will be in the forest, and from what mo’at can understand, a population of 30 humans will enter the grounds. This makes mo’at sigh in relief. 

“Tonight, the beast shall have her blood….”

Many humans have landed down from their flying machines, armed and ready to reach their desired destination. They were equipped, ready to tear down any danger that is to come. Hempenton clicks on his voice communicator, radioing in on his luteninent. “Gold card this is hawks eye, we are on land and will pursue” he informs. 

Leading his team, they all silently start to make their way. It was dark and quiet as expected, making as minimal sounds as possible, using the heat signals of their cameras to spot anything hiding in the dark. 

“Hey colonel” one of the soldiers calls out to hempton. The leader turns, “yeah, what is it?”. The soldier looks at his radar in concern, “I see nothing sir, nothing on my radar” he responds. His fellow comrades chuckled like he made some silly statement. “Of course there is nothing soldier, it's night, everything is most likely asleep” Hempton responds as he makes clear a path. But the soldier frowns. 

“That is the problem sir. There is nothing around us, don't you hear it? It's dead silent. There is not even nocturnal animals around”

Quaritch and his squad were at their designated base, many armed and ready when given command from Hempton in radio. So far things seemed relaxing, every few minutes the squad would give updates and Quaritch would tell them how far they are from the place they needed to be. 

Booze and music was being played, feeling confident that their mission would go well.

But their cockiness blinded them. 

Soon in the intercoms, loud, painful screams were heard. 

Quartich grabbed his radio, “Hawks eye come in! Whats going on over there?!” he shouts, he and his squad mentally fearing the worst. 

“BACK UP!! BACK UP NOW!!” was what hempton was able to say after his intercom was suddenly shut off. Quaritch wasted no time and had his team fly out to the site Hempton and the rest were at. The other soldiers tried to get in touch with others but all they heard was the sound of flesh being torn, screams of unbearable pain, but no words was able to be said. 

And what felt like hours, really were only a few minutes. And what they saw was left with only pure confusion and horror. 

Machines broken, weapons shredded into small pieces It looked like a war happened. But in the middle of all the broken metal, on a wooden pike was the head of Colonel Hempenton. His eyes wide and expression of horrors to which none could know of. Whatever Hempenton saw, it was the last thing he ever saw before his untimely demise. Everyone stood silent, but had to go on, to see what else have happened. 

And then Quaritch and his squad all had the same question. 

“Where are the bodies?”

“Remember children, she is not our friend, she is not our ally, for the beast only cares for herself and no other. The bloodied beat lurks deep in the shadows, the darkness, her only enemy is the sun. To others, it is just a game to Reypay” neytiri whispers in a hush tone as she tells the old forest tale of the bloody beast, Reypay. 

Her children all look at her in amazement and horror. Yes, they hear the reypay story over and over, and will for a thousand times. 

“Mama…reypay won't come into our homes right…?” tuk asks as she huddles close to neytiri for comfort. The mother soothes tuk, stroking her hair, “no, reypay has never entered our village, never in our homes. Reypay is of many things, but even she has her own morals, "Neytiri replies. 

Neteyam gently pats tuks shoulder, “come on tuk, it's time to go to bed” he says. Neytiri guides her children to their hammocks, where Jake made sure they were all well cushioned. Each sully child is given a hug and a kiss of good night. Tuk was tucked in between kiri and lo’ak. All of them soon being carried into their own little dream world. 

All but neteyam.

In the middle of the night, Neteyam was awoken by Jake, silently gesturing to not make a lot of noise. “Dad, what's going on..?” he asks in a whispering tone, “come on” was all jake said. Guiding his son, Jake preps neteyam with his hunting blade and a short cloak. Neytiri is already waiting for them outside. 

“Mom, where are we going, what about kiri, lo’ak and tuk?” neteyam asks, getting worried by the second. Neytiri calms him, placing a kiss on the forehead, “they will be fine, we won't be taking long” she answered. The three jump from branch to branch, landing safely down to the grounds where mo’at was waiting for them. “Grandmother…?” neteyam whispers, mo’at gave him a look and all began to walk. 

Neteyam knows that no matter how many questions he asks, they won't be answered. At least not at the moment.

It was a walk, but they reached a distant floating mountain. Neteyam suggested to take the ikrans, but Jake said no. Where they were going, the ikrans were not needed. So as they reach the single small, floating mountain, Neteyam sees his fellow peers. All gathered, and all just as confused. 

“Where are we? What is going on?” Neteyam asks, looking at the mountain, he doesn't like the feeling it's emitting. Neytiri only shushes him. Jake and mo’at stand before the young crowd, “I know you are all questioning what is going on. Why you are all here, why in such hours. They will all be answered here. But heed our words young warriors, you will meet an important person. One who can be your ally, or your enemy. Choose your words wisely once you speak to her” mo’at said. 

In a single line, all of the young na’vi began to enter the mountain through its cave like entrance. Silent, only observing their surroundings. 

Neteyam enters last with his mother, with lit torches inside, they can see many things, things they wish they never saw. 

There were cages of humans, many from the recent raids Jake had led. Humans neteyam remembers were captured and taken away. He thought they were killed off sight! Many humans beg the na’vi to release them. So many cries of terror and hopelessness. “Don't give them your attention. Soon they will be gone” Jake says. 

The large group stopped at the middle of the large empty space that was inside the small mountain. Jake takes a step forth, “the stories you all have grown up with, the story of the bloody beast-” 

“It's all true~” 

A voice echoed. 

From the midst of the shadows, a human emerged from the darkness. But this human was different from what the na’vi were use to seeing. 

This human was of a young girl, her skin so deathly pale, her cheeks sunken in, ears pointed and narrow, her lips black as the night, nails long and sharp. Her eyes glowed red, and most of all was her teeth. 

Her teeth were sharp, and consisted of two sharp fangs. 

The girl licks her lips, wiping away the red liquid. 

“Greetings young warriors~ If you are all here, that means you are of age to know~” she says. Her voice is soft yet sickly smooth. 

“Age to know what? Who are you?” one of the youngsters asks. The girl giggles in a menacing way. “How rude of me~ My name is Reypay, at your delightful service” she makes a mocking bow. 

Her answer, reypay. The name of the scary tale the na’vi knew very well. But how is she real? It was a story! Just a folktale! 

“I know you are all confused, reypay? Real? Of course I am! I have been here for so long, why am I even older than mo’at here” Reypay continues. Her smile was wide and unnatural. Mo’at nods to confirm it.

“Why are we here?” Neteyam asks. And in a blink of an eye, Reypay was right at his face. Their noses are almost touching. “Neteyam Sully, my my. You have grown, I remember when you were a wee little baby. Fresh from the chrysalis. Even now you reek of that smell~"Reypay speaks, her red eyes staring down to his golden eyes. Yet her eyes held no shine, like no life was there. 

Neytiri quickly pulls her son away, hissing at Reypay in a warning manner. The girl raises her arms as a form of surrendering. “Easy there baby mama, I'm not gonna hurt him. I made my promise” proceeds to make an X across her pale chest with her sharp nail. Blood oozed for a bit until her skin healed itself. 

“You are not human, are you?” another na’vi asks. And the girl twists her neck in a gross manner, her dead eyes staring at the young one who asks. “Once. I was human once. But not any more, I am what they called a Vampire. Like in the famous story of mine. I am a creature of the darkness, enemy to the sun, and always hungry for blood~”. 

Clapping her hands, she makes her way back to Jake and mo’at. “I will cut to the chase because I have a busy schedule tonight. You all have passed your iknimaya. Now adults, which means you will all now attend the raids against the humans. What I want from you all is one simple thing….” 

The youngsters, even neteyam all leaned in to hear what reypay had to say. 

“When you fight the humans, do your best to not kill them, hurt them if you must, but do not kill” Reypay says. Of course this man the young warriors even more confused. The vampire hummed a bit, tapping her chin until she snapped her fingers. “Let me show you why”, she jumps to one of the cages, one that holds a single human, she opens the cage and grabs the human roughly and brings the being down. 

“PLEASE!! PLEASE HELP ME!! HELP ME-” the human begged but the mask was removed. 

“Bon appetite~” 

Reypay made a hissing sound and sunk her sharp fangs into the victims neck. Blood was spewing out. Feral growls were heard, her claws extended clinging tightly to the body. She was drinking human blood. And the poor human did put up a fight, but not for long. With the lack of oxygen and losing blood, the sky demon died instantly.

Neteyam couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Horror and fear was the only thing he was feeling. 

Reypay pulls away after a few minutes. Her mouth and jaw were covered in  dark red blood. “Aaaahh~ That was very refreshing~”, she drops the body like it was nothing, even stomping on the lifeless being. “As a vampire, my only source of nourishment is human blood. So calm yourself, your na’vi blood taste like shit and not even worth breaking my fangs for. What I need from you all, is to bring me as many humans as you can. In return, I keep you all safe as you sleep soundling in your little huts. This is a deal even your great great great grandparents accepted. So really, if you don't want to deal with them as much, hand the humans over”. 

There was a loud silence, so much was still being processed. mo’at stepped forward, “Reypay will keep you all safe, she has ability beyond our own. Unnatural yet powerful. I'm afraid, in this, you do not have much of a choice”. 

“She has kept you all safe for a long time. Before your parents existed. You don't need to be her friend or anything, a simple deal is all” Jake adds. 

Neteyam felt his mother slightly push him forward, “you must lead the example” neytiri whispers to him. Well he can't run away now can he? 

He takes a step towards Reypay, whose grin never leaves her dead face. “You have my word. I will give you the sky demons to keep us safe in return” he says. And not sooner enough, the other na’vi followed him. Reypay lets out a cold chuckle, “I look forward to your promise young warriors~” 

I liked how it turned out ngl. Leaves room for many guesses and stuff XD

But I hope you all enjoyed this one! Until next time! See ya!

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Reypay = Blood

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[hyperfixatedfandomer]

What if Quaritch had a body dysphoria episode in which he’d try to give himself his signature scars by cutting them into his face himself? It sounds like a horrific concept but if even Jake, who consciously chose to live as an avatar, still dug up his human body, why wouldn’t the colonel have issues with his image as well?

#like not body dysmorphie as un ‘I’m ugly’ #but body dysmorphia as in ‘I don’t feel right in this body with this face’ #that’s kind of what Jake faced #and it could be an interesting #although a very dark #depiction of Miles struggling with his identity #atwow #atwow headcannon #atwow miles quaritch #atwow quaritch #avatar quaritch #quaritch avatar #recom quaritch #atwow recoms #recombinants

[abyssalaerlocke]

Writing Patterns

No one tagged me, just saw @chronurgy's and thought it seemed interesting.

Tagging @ollysoxisfree and @transgortash if you want, or anyone else interested

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern! (Only doing mine from the last year)

Most of these are porn, but the explicit first-line will be at the end, under the cut, so I'll put observations up here.

Not very consistent. I mean, generally trying to set the scene, sometimes context, but that might be with an action, dialogue, visual/sensory information, mental state... And I'm happy with that.

When I noticed it I had an instinct it might mean I'm an unconfident writer, still settling into my writing style, who hasn't figured out what works yet.

But these are all valid opening styles — writing guides won't tell you there's one way to do it. I try to go with something that fits what I'm writing.

Obviously with the last one, I ended up starting with them already into it, but it's the 3rd one-shot in the series — the "action" is the focus of it, and relationships had been introduced in the first two parts. It does get into the emotional states, characterisation, relationship dynamics, but it's just not at the front.

All of these have a transmasc character or gender neutral AFAB reader (last shapeshifts into Astarion), if you're interested.

FWB (Friends with Beets)

Gortash kept an eye out as Durge scaled the wall, claws gripping between stones before shoving the window open and climbing inside.

Throne (DTDT)

You sat sprawled across Astarion's lap, laid bare but for your Netherstone-studded circlet, with your crossed legs propped over the arm of the throne.

A Willing Sacrifice

Astarion opened the door, inviting you in with a flourish as you reached the top of the tower.

The Ambitious Wizard (DTDT)

"You're really here…" The man's voice resonated unnaturally in the Steel Watcher's mechanical body, but he seemed… cautiously hopeful.

The Vampire Lord (DTDT)

You didn't know what you expected when you finally reached Moonrise.

Learning to Breathe (longer fic. Not porn, but still at least mature)

“Morning, Quaritch.” Quaritch greeted his team as he came downstairs, stripping his clothes off and setting them on the dresser.

NSFW under the cut — keep in mind if reblogging

Mirror (DTDT)

You panted, squirming under Astarion's weight as Gale's fingers slid in and out of your ass — well beyond stretching you open at this point, just an agonisingly slow tease.

#writing meta #my fic writing #astarion #gale dekarios #dark urge #enver gortash #recom quaritch #miles spider socorro

[stephstars08]

My Top Confront Characters!

(Not In Specific Order)

(I know some of these may cause some surprise!)

#confront characters #my most dislike characters #I know some of these may strike people #this is just my opinion #just my opinion #my opinion #top ten #my top ten #the boys #scream #scream 5 #scream 2022 #supernatural #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #miles quaritch #Quaritch #aonung #ao’nung #titans #dc titans #homelander #scarcrow #Lucifer #Amara #the darkness #spn #stormfront #the deep

[jeanniebug623]

Seeing Miles’s sarcastically flirtatious/kinda sexual nature in the “weaving the web” fic is always such a whiplash 😭 my boy is UNHINGED with the stuff that comes out of his mouth. Does he have a reason for acting in that manner? Is it because he’s an opposite to innocent Spider?

I assure you Miles has NO interest in anything sexual despite the way he talks (for a lot of reasons but the obvious being he's only 16) but he does like to push buttons and make those around him as uncomfortable as possible! He's trying to push people away...for...reasons. Almost to prove a point... 🤔

You're very right that Miles is unhinged and very much the opposite of Spider because the alter believes he's defending the core by driving people away. It's not about fun banter like it is for Spider, it's about chaotic crazy. Miles loves the chaos...

🕸️🕷️💙

#atwow #atwow fanfiction #atwow spider #spider quaritch #miles spider socorro #dark spider #weaving the web #ao3 writer

[pandorasboxoftreasures]

Recom Quaritch if he was his dead dad - Part 1:

Spider: Please, don’t do this! This is wrong! What you’re doing here is...

Quaritch: SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE! *Shoots the Tsahik himself* 

*Sips coffee watching the village burn from the deck of the SeaDragon after the Ta'unui confessed*

#darkly funny #dark humor #avatar #jc avatar #james cameron's avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water #the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar twow #atwow #avatar movies #avatar colonel #Colonel Quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #Miles Quaritch #avatar quaritch #recom quaritch #na'vi quaritch #quaritch avatar #spider avatar #avatar spider #spider socorro #spider atwow #miles socorro #avatar rda

[nervousd]

Side story— Unexpected

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#SYNOPSIS- an unexpected outcome happens

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, implications of babytrapping, talks of abortion, implications of noncon/dubcon, unwanted pregnancy, talks of miscarriage, implications of physical abuse, talks of death(?), older man/younger woman, obsession, possessive, yandere, implications of platonic yandere

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch

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❝ Fuck— Fuck! ❞ countless items were scattered across the floor, you threw everything that was near— a vase with nice decorated flowers gifted by the man that had brought you down to situation. Clothes that were gifted by him— accessories that he gifted you. Your voice grew louder, pulse racing and breath labored— your muscles were tensed as you could feel your blood boiling. With nothing else near your reach you were left restlessly

Your fingers fidgeted, restless to distract your attention somewhere else. The taunting thin blue lines however seemed to be mocking you. Numerous pregnancy test were scattered across the floor, they weren’t easy to get either— your fingers crept up towards your hair pulling at the rots. You aren’t ready to be a mother— to have a child. Tears welled up in frustration— this wasn’t possible. You were careful— you were sure of it. Had taken the morning after pill religiously— even if you were reassured that a condom would be used. An ugly expression crept up your face, your fingers balled into a fist and slammed them down on the cement.

A profanity of curses escaped past your lips, ❝ That damn dog— That Bastard! ❞ it was no secret who the father of your unborn child is— or rather clump of cells. There was still time— to get rid of it. As cruel as it sounds it was reasonable wasn’t it? How can you bring a child into such a cruel world? This was no life and neither was earth. How can you even be pregnant? As much as you wanted to delude yourself into thinking all the pregnancy test were false there was no denying the truth. The morning sickness and lack of period was enough confirmation for you.

But even then— none of this made sense. You couldn’t be pregnant, you were careful— too careful. Hell maybe you could even call yourself paranoid. The Colonel— no Miles had done something. He had begun to act oddly one day. You knew him well— too well. He was up to something— at one point you had devised a plan to find out. Much to your horror— Miles had began dreaming of building a family with you. He whispered his desires and dreams when he thought you were asleep, hand caressing your stomach. You laid wide awake that night, unable to sleep. And now here you are pregnant— what a fuckin coincidence isn’t it? He did something— he is the reason why you were pregnant.

You held no feelings for this man— couldn’t even bear to think of having a child with him. You despised him— but there was a perk to this unique relationship with him. You would use his affections not only for you benefit but for the avatar program as well. If all you had to do was batt your eyelashes at him or whispering sweet nothings into his ear, you can get him to consent to a small favor for you— of course they were never small. There were even talks of regaining peace with the na’vi when the destruction and attacks were cut down by the RDA. So what if you were using him? In the end you were that one that was fulfilling his never ending lust.

You had relatively managed to clam yourself down, the pregnancy test weren’t false nor were they wrong. You were pregnant— that is a fact. Not once had you missed taking the pill— so how could this happen? Unless the pills were fake. You scrambled towards your room, searching aimlessly for the bottle of pills. Popping the cap bottle, the pills scattered across the floor. You analyzed each of the pills, nothing seemed wrong with them. Until the sweet sugary smell met your nose— they were placebos. They didn’t crumble with the slightest touch of pressure unless there was force applied. Sugar pills— they were sugar pills. You’ve been eating sugar pills for months.

Anger bubbled within your chest, how have you not noticed you’ve been eating sugar pills for months? You were an idiot— a fool— You had asked Miles for the pills seeing as you had no other way to get them. But for how long have you been a fool in his eyes? You trusted him— you never thought he would do something as vile as this. Either way, what’s done is done. There is no way to get out of this situation. It would be impossible to terminate this pregnancy— sure there were doctors stationed here in Pandora but they weren’t the type of doctor you needed. God knows they don’t have the necessary equipment either. Abortion isn’t possible— a miscarriage is possible but even than such a feat would be dangerous.

Tears blurred your vision, there was no way out of this scenario. You were stuck— and you refused to even entertain the thought of going to Miles. If anything he would be ecstatic of the news. It’s what he wanted— and he got it. He wanted a family and it’s now possible— he wants to be father. He is going to be father. But you can rob him of that experience— you can rob him of being present. And with that in mind you had decided there and than you would leave.

It wasn’t going to be easy— not with soldiers stationed at every corner of the building, being kept under his watchful eye was difficult to get out of. But that wouldn’t stop you from packing your bags. With your mind made up you had decided to flee— Grace was going to meet you at Site 26. But to get there you would need a chopper. Thankfully— Trudy had taken pity on your situation. She was someone you often confided in and was quick to realize the true colors of your relationship with the Colonel. Often— she would help in hiding you; away from his leering gaze. You were grateful for her help— knowing once the colonel caught wind of what you had done— and what she had done a punishment would be laid out for her ‘ insubordination ‘

Grace had welcomed you with open arms, ushering you inside as she rambled about her latest data collection. The place was in shambles to say the least— papers scattered across the floor and counters— it was Grace’s way of coping through her grief. Her wound was still fresh— unable to accepted what happened— the school was attacked by the RDA— ultimately resulting in the death of na’vi children. It was a difficult time for Grace— while you held no bonds with the na’vi you were still sympathetic towards them. But alas earth was dying and in need of resources fast— it was crue but it was to be done.

You settled down rather quickly, enjoying the beautiful scenery and the comforting presence Grace offered. You told her of your troubles; finding it difficult to keep it a secret. She was furious to say the least— insulted him with every curse she knew. A part of you was was overjoyed to see you weren’t alone in this situation; you had someone by your side — a part of you resented her for it after all none of this would of happened if it wasn’t for her

And she knew that— why else would she be so kind? The days had gone by quick— they were peaceful on your part. Morning sickness was a pain to get through— it left you exhausted and unable to cope with any other type of food that had a strong odor.

—

But the peace wouldn’t last for long— a chopper had landed near the site, a group of soldiers came rushing in with none other than Colonel Miles Quaritch leading his group of men. He had a mean look on his face, he stormed in; slamming doors against the walls. Grace was quick to stand up to your defense, a bubble of anger churning in her stomach. She despised him— oh how she hated him. She didn’t hold back on her curses, calling him every single profanity she could. She did anything to distract him from you— it’s the least she could

She was detained by his group of men, yelling her to calm down as she struggled against their cuffs. They dragged her off towards the chopper claiming Parker wanted to have a word with her due to her ‘ negligence’ You were alone now— with no one to protect you from the terrifying beast. A brief silence washed over, he kissed his teeth in annoyance ❝Found you— had me runnin’ around the base lookin for you ❞ his voice drawled out ❝— so, you what? Decided to run? Didn’t exactly think this through did you, Princess? ❞ his steps were menacing as he loomed over you. He cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your cheekbone— an act of affection you were familiarized with. He gently coaxed your eyes to look up and meet his own— he looked relieved.

His other palm slid up your waist tugging you towards him. He tucked you underneath his chin, pressing against you— as if he was trying to mold your body to his. He relaxes for a brief moment of time, only able to calm himself feeling your warmth pressed up against his chest. His muscles loosen, eyes hazing; he wonders how things came to be like this— how he became like this. If you weren’t so supple and sweet— if you didn’t fit perfectly against him and make the prettiest of sounds for him— it wouldn’t of come to this. For a long time, there was a silence between you two. Then, he smiled, pearly white teeth shown, ❝ You know, for a while I thought it wasn’t gonna take, seeing as how many times my seed never took— but imagine my surprise when I find out you’re expecting— expecting my kid. My son— you didn’t exactly make it hard to find out ❞

His fingers pressed against your skin— bruising, almost, ❝you’re being an irresponsible mother to our son ❞ he hissed through his clenched teeth. ❝ Taken my son away from me— from his father ❞ You’re body trembled beneath his brushing holding, Miles notices it immediately; eyes softening in response. He releases a sigh; wary and tired— exhausted. A remorseful look crossed his face— but only a second; back to a stern cold look. He directly looks toward your protruding belly, his hand caresses your small bump— you have the urge to slap his hand away; to scream and yell. Do anything in your power to cause him harm, ❝ Things are going to change— starting with your attitude ❞

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[princess-of-thebes-1995]

I love his pearly white teeth. They are also so straight. Anyway, imagine these expressions when he sees you.

#avatar #avatar way of water #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #yandere miles quaritch #dark miles quaritch #stephen lang #handsome #navi #yandere

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

Potentially an angsty one and trigger warnings but do I kind of do rlly think that spider would hav e been sexually harassed when in the rda custody, obviously that would never happen in avatar because it's rated a 12, but I think that Spider's experiences with being sexualosed when imprisoned could be an interesting concept to explore, because like how would he react? Would he completely understand what is going on? Would quaritch notice / how would he react (I feel like his reaction would 100% be 'well this wouldn't happen if u just put some more clothes on) but anyways, no need to respond if its a sensitive topic was just wondering your thoughts ❤️

Trigger warnings for SA my friends, I know a lot of you in this fandom are youngins. Be safe.

VERY angsty thought, anon. I have seen this concept in a few fics, and it definitely doesn't seem at all out of the realm of possibility to me. Seems like a majority of male soldiers who have been on this planet for a long ass time. I go back and forth on if he would understand fully. He is sixteen but he's also the only human child, and I'd imagine the Na'vi don't have this issue (with the whole mating once and for life thing being so sacred). I'd imagine human puberty would have been explained to him, but I'm not sure if sex would have been. Why bother, right, he's the only human kid. I don't think anyone would think it mattered that much. Even if it was, it's just not something in Na'vi culture and he wouldn't know about it. So much of Spider's trauma with the recoms, and even before that, is generally alien because he's grown up so embedded in Na'vi culture. There literally aren't words for some of what happens to him, and I think that along with everything else he would try to hide it because it's something so human again. Oooh, another reason the Sully's are so important for him because they are the only people that could even begin to understand, but that's another point. 1000% agree on the Quaritch reaction, it's not funny but it made me lol a bit. Can absolutely picture him saying that. I'm SO sure it helped and didn't make Spider blame himself more, 100/10 parenting.

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[plainandgeneric]

They have the same vibe. Hear me out 😂 

The estranged son that lives with the “enemy”, whom he considers as his family + a person that’s not their father physically, but is the embodiment/has the memories of the dad. 

This is probably the most random doodle I ever made (and probably a very niche venn diagram crossover between two fandoms). I know nk and cinder never interacted canonically, but it’s fun to imagine. 

Please don’t take this seriously! It’s just something silly I thought about haha. 

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[1strecomdejablue]

Hi sir, how are you doing today?

"If you shoot me in the head, how quickly do you think they'll make another of me?"

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[jake-sullys-wife]

My rules/about me a little

About me*

Hello everyone, This is tina.

You might heard about me about how I am with my STUPID OR INSANE request that I asked with other authors.....Because I was desperate and everything going on with my life and sometimes i will forget the request are close even though i already sent it so please forgive me for the mistake 🙏🏽(plus I have add and learning disability🧍🏽‍♀️). but I learned my lesson and will respect the authors.

And Also you might have read or barely read my two requests such as :

A itchy horny feeling 💕, stepdad Jake Sully x human Reader.

(if you don't like this please don't read this if this makes you uncomfortable)

My rules!

Characters ✨:

Characters I will write 😏: Jake Sully, quaritch, neteyam, lo'ak, aounug, tonowari.

Characters I will NOT write 🙅🏽‍♀️: neytiri, Kirk, Grace (if I got her name right), spider.

Will write ✍🏽:

will write down: r*pe/non con, abuse, gun kink, knife kink, blood kink, period sex, breed kink. Yaoi, male x male.(I think that's it for now 🤔 I'm not sure)

Will NOT write 🙅🏽‍♀️: feet kink/fetish, piss kink/fetish, sex with corpse, no male reader, no female x female, no non binary Reader, no transgender reader, no ace reader. (Sorry if that makes you mad or offended).

The emojis I will use on my writing, I think:

I may not be a BIG writer/author I figured why not give it a shot since I read a lot, right? Sorry I'm nervous when it comes to stuff like this so forgive me 🙇🏽‍♀️💦.

Fluff: 💘, 🥰

warning: ⚠️, ✋🏽

Dark/non con: 🖤, ❤️‍🔥, 🩸

Smut: 🔞, 🫦

Funny: 😭, 🧍🏽‍♀️

(I will write down more later on as well)

But do please send me your wildest requestor or ask me anything you like for me to answer and so I will try my very best to write them down.

So please don't hate about what you just read I'm trying my best.

Have a nice day! 💓

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[naavispider]

As some people aren’t able to read chapter 25 on AO3 right now, because of the issues, I’ve copied and pasted it below the cut for you. 🎉

So, here is Chapter 25 (Monday’s chapter)!

Once de-armed, Miles made his way back to his quarters to change before lunch. He unfortunately managed to pass Madden and Taylor in the corridor, heading in the opposite direction. It was a tense moment. He could tell they wanted to know where he’d been, but their anger at him for debilitating Chacon wouldn’t allow them to spare him more than a passing glare. He got back to his room and turned the faucet on the shower to its hottest setting. The water was soothing, and necessary in order to wash the stench of smoke off of his skin and out of his hair. He hoped the clan had been able to put out the fire before it managed to destroy the whole tree. He didn’t want them to be homeless - he wasn’t a monster.

He came out of the shower and pulled on some off duty clothes, giving his hair a quick dry before heading out to lunch. He tried to ignore the heavy presence of the songcord sitting behind the grill on the far wall, but the knowledge that it was there made his clean skin crawl uncomfortably again. Maybe he’d have to throw it out. Although nostalgic, it wasn’t worth hanging on to anymore. Firstly because the meaning it had once held was a complete farce, and secondly because if anyone found it, he’d be… well, he didn’t want to think about it.

He’d have to do it soon.

Saving that particular problem for another time, Miles took his tablet and headed out to the mess. He had some time to kill before the debrief, and wanted to game for a bit in the rec centre after eating. He’d finally figured out how to use his credits to buy things online, and one of the first purchases he made was the video game Centauri. It had wiped him almost all out straight away, leaving him with barely enough credits to buy a new toothpaste. But it had been worth it. Now that he finally had something to connect to the other soldiers with, he was unstoppable. He hadn't met 90% of the SecOps personnel, but now lots of them knew him from his username. Taking your tablet to one of the many communal spaces in the rec centre was a favourite pastime of most of the men and women who lived on base. There was a huge community built up around Centauri - one that Miles was only just beginning to break into. He ate quickly and by himself, then found a comfortable nook in the gaming room to play for a couple of hours. As excited as he was for the debrief, he still couldn’t help the disappointment when his alarm went off at 15:45, right in the middle of a fight between his character and a Hulanta warrior in the wetlands of the west. Sighing, he paused the battle and informed the player he’d been chatting with that he had work, before signing out and forcing his tired body off the beanbag he’d been happily slouched over.

The debrief was held in the same meeting room that the original briefing was in, with the same number of people who were involved in the mission required to attend. Quaritch stood hunched over the large table in the middle, surveying a holographic map of the forest on the transparent surface. Miles took a seat near the door, as Quaritch waited for everyone to arrive before beginning.

“Welcome back,” he began when the last couple of soldiers from Mansk’s squad had filtered in. “Today’s mission was highly successful, and I want to thank each and every one of you for your efforts in ensuring that.” Miles noticed the absence of General Ardmore, a feat that he was sure he wasn’t alone in. It wasn’t hard to suspect where she might be right now. “...the prisoner is detained and in custody.”

The Colonel began to go over the mission’s details from beginning to end, commenting on the effectiveness of whatever aspect he was pleased with, or offering suggestions as to how to improve others. Overall, he said, the mission was so successful that most of the current members of the platoon could expect to be required on similar operations in the future. Something about the squads all working together, each led by a different recom. “It was the time we tried this strategy, and it paid off. Well done again.”

After about fifteen minutes of his lecture, sometimes being supported by Wainfleet, who Miles now realised was the second-in-command, the briefing came to a natural end, and the soldiers were dismissed.

“Junior, hold back,” Quaritch called as everyone filtered out of the room. Miles turned around, hoping this was about him leading a squad next time, just as Quaritch had promised. When the door shut after the last person left, the Colonel addressed him.

“I’m especially impressed with your performance, Miles. You showed yourself to be reliable in the field, and an essential asset to the platoon.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Miles replied awkwardly. He craved Quaritch’s praise, but he didn’t know how to take it.

The Colonel took a seat as he spoke, his long tail swishing to the side. “I meant what I said last week. I think you’re ready to command your own squad.”

Miles couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped his throat as he looked up. His eyes scanned over the Colonel’s face, searching for some kind of sign of deceit. He found none. “Really?” He asked, forgetting his manners.

Quaritch nodded once, without taking his eyes off him. “Really. Your rank will be Lieutenant Junior. You’ll have authority over your squad only, which will comprise six men. If you continue to prove yourself, which I know you will, you’ll ascend the ranks quickly. It’s just protocol, to follow the hierarchy by the books.” He paused, watching Miles’s expression. “That sound good to you?”

“Yes, Sir,” Miles replied immediately. A chance to be in control? To have his own power over the success of a mission? He’d wanted nothing more since Quaritch suggested it.

“Well alright then,” the man in front of him replied, with a familiar southern drawl accenting his words as his lip curled up into a smirk. “That’s settled. Now,” he clasped his hands together in front of him, indicating a change of subject. “Follow me, I’ve got something to show you.”

Hastily, Miles stood and followed Quaritch out of the meeting room. “We’ll need your help with it soon enough,” the Colonel said as he led Miles down a flight of stairs and some quiet corridors. “But for now, he’s just assimilating.”

A thrill of… something ran down into Miles’s stomach as he realised where Quaritch was leading him. He’d been down this way before, the day that everything had changed. Soon enough, they were standing at the entrance to the Na’vi cells underneath Bridgehead.

“Are you curious?” Quaritch asked him.

“To see Naalot?”

The Colonel nodded, a somewhat hungry expression on his face. “Yes, Sir,” Miles replied, not really sure how else to reply. Truthfully, he couldn’t give two fucks. He knew he’d played an integral part in capturing the man - but that had been orders. It was still unpleasant to have to see the consequences of the RDA’s actions, no matter how justified they were in the long run.

Quaritch nodded towards the masks, and Miles fitted one over his face before the Colonel swiped open the doors. He tried not to look in most of the cells, which still contained many of the same prisoners that Miles had first seen that day that he’d killed Tsu'hak. That meant they’d been down here for close to two weeks, minimum. Despite the spotlessly clean exterior, there was a strange smell making its way through Miles’s mask. It was faint and vastly different to human smells, so he didn’t think most people would notice it. But Miles knew the Na’vi. He was accustomed to the scent of their blood and sweat.

“Our new friend is cell number 14,” Quaritch said, leading Miles to a door on the right.

Through the transparent doors, Naalot was on full display, and Miles had front row seats. He stifled the intake of breath he took when he realised the state of the old, frail man. Naalot looked close to death already. His skinny arms were strung up above his head in manacles, which had already rubbed pressure sores on his aged wrists. His fingers were gnarled and knobbly. His thin, grey hair was tasselled and had blood smears in it, sticking to his face in sweaty patches. Bruises bloomed over the paper-thin skin on his abdomen, giving the appearance of ink blotted on fraying parchment. Cuts and scrapes littered the rest of his exposed body, causing blood to drip down to his bony ankles. His eyes were closed, head lolling to the side against his arm, mouth hanging open.

It had only been a few hours since his capture - how long could the man hold out?

“Not a pretty sight, is it?”

Miles collected himself quickly. “Have interrogations begun already?”

“The General is an efficient woman,” Quaritch gave by way of an explanation.

“Any success?” Miles asked.

“Not so far.” Quaritch almost sounded… excited. “We have proof he was at Sully’s last known location, yet he still claims to know nothing.” He sniffed, turning his attention to Miles. “Let’s see if we can change that.”

Trepidation filled Miles’s chest as he realised what Quaritch meant. Suddenly, he was afraid. He wasn’t ready to torture anybody. He knew it was important. He understood the reason behind it, but… he wasn’t there yet. He panicked. How could he tell Quaritch this?

The Colonel swiped the doors open, instructing Miles to remain where he was.

Relief flooded Miles’s insides as he realised he wasn’t going to be asked to help just yet. He tried not to let his relief show on his face, but Quaritch wasn’t watching him anymore. He’d stepped inside the cell, and was advancing towards the sleeping Naalot. The doors slid closed behind him. Miles stood rooted in place. His whole body was tense, but he watched with a curiosity that he knew made him look like a monster to Naalot.

“Afternoon, sunshine,” Quaritch said brightly, walking up to Naalot and slapping him awake.

Miles repressed a flinch. It came out of nowhere, and it surprised him. He shook himself mentally.

Naalot groaned in response, his eyes flickering open.

“Feeling better after your little break? Ready to tell us what we need to know?”

“Rutxe…” Naalot’s voice was dry and raspy. When was the last time he’d had water?

Miles couldn’t see Quaritch’s expression, but his tail swished angrily, and the back of his ears pressed down flat to his skull. “I guess not, huh?”

Slowly, he reached behind him and pulled out his bush knife from its sheath in his belt. Miles’s breathing started to quicken. This was about to get very unpleasant.

“Maybe this will help you change your mind…” Quaritch held the knife up to Naalot’s eyeline, waving it slowly in front of his face so that the light glistened off of it threateningly.

“Rutxe , I don’t know anything! ” Naalot’s eyes widened with fear. His ears flickered back.

Miles pushed down the bile at the back of his throat. That didn’t belong to the new him. His fear was the old Miles… the helpless little boy begging in a cell.

“All I’m hearing is that you’re up for round two!” Quaritch jeered, leaning in and grabbing Naalot’s jaw in his left hand. “ Where. Is. Jake. Sully? ” He practically growled in heavily accented Na’vi.

“Rutxe , rutxe! I’ve never seen Tsyeyk Suli! ” The terrified man’s response had no effect on Quaritch, who used his right hand to slice a groove into Naalot’s temple.

Naalot was able to repress his scream, but groaned painfully through clenched teeth. A tear slid out from one of his tightly closed eyes.

“The next one goes between your ribs,” Quaritch promised, showing the knife deliberately moving down to the sensitive skin on the man’s upper torso. Miles had no idea if Naalot spoke English, but the message was clear enough.

“ I promise! I know nothing! Let me go! ”

Without waiting for a translation, Quaritch dug the long side of the knife in between two of the ribs on Naalot’s left side, eliciting a scream so unnerving that Miles was surprised Quaritch continued so comfortably, twisting the blade so that even though the wound was shallow, it inflicted maximum pain.

“ Stop! Please, stop! ” Naalot was openly sobbing now, but Quaritch only switched hands, freeing up his right to punch Naalot as hard as he could right over the wound.

Naalot screamed.

Miles averted his eyes. This was… He didn’t like this.

Quaritch was enjoying himself. He took pleasure in the man’s pain - just as he had once done so in Miles’s.

For Miles, it had all been for his own good, he knew that. But for Naalot?

For the first time in a long time, an unpleasant emotion ran through Miles’s blood. He couldn't place his finger on it - he only knew that he wanted Quaritch to stop. Without realising, he spoke through the glass in a calm voice.

“Should I try, Sir?”

That was enough to give Quaritch pause. The man turned around, facing his back to Naalot, who sagged back into his restraints defeatedly. Quaritch examined Miles for a long moment, a calculating look on his bloodthirsty face. Eventually, his lips curved up into a small smile. “Oh no, Miles. This piece of crap doesn’t get the nice guy. Not just yet, anyway.”

The words sank into Miles’s skin like poison. He showed none of his horror on his face. He stepped back dutifully, and respectfully bowed his head.

Naalot’s screams continued.

Janine stood anxiously over the bed. It had been twenty four hours, and still Chacon hadn’t woken. That was partly her fault - she’d given him enough painkillers to tranquillize a small viperwolf, but she had expected him to wake up hours ago. Chacon’s injuries were not superficial. For a scary half an hour when he was first brought in, Janine worried that the soldier might even have brain damage. His face was beaten almost to a pulp. The MRI was clear, but of course nothing could be certain until Chacon woke.

She’d been informed of how he received his injuries during the handover procedure, but hadn’t found out it was Spider who’d caused them until some time later when she overheard two soldiers discussing it when they came to visit him. Madden and Taylor, as their uniforms read, spoke with venom of the new recruit - Junior.

“He’s been acting off since yesterday - remember at dinner?”

“He’s a sick bastard. What they said about him was true. He’s still feral.”

“It’s wild that they thought they could fix him…”

Janine had paused checking Chacon’s obs in favour of listening in to his visitors, but their words sent horror though her insides. There was no doubt that was Spider they were talking about. Spider.

The kid she was supposed to protect. The abducted child who had nobody else looking out for him. She had… let this happen. She had failed him.

Her spirit seemed to be sinking down through the floor, leaving an empty and terrified husk of a body left to act normally in front of the soldiers. She told them she’d be back and made an exit as quickly as her numb legs would allow. Once inside the supply closet, she locked herself in and sank to the floor against the door. She rarely let tears fall, but this was one occasion she couldn’t help herself.

Everything she had done - it wasn’t enough.

Destroying the chip for the Neuroscanner, sabotaging the 3D printer, hacking into the surveillance to keep an eye on Spider’s cell, ensuring when he got out that he received private quarters by writing in the kid’s report that he wasn’t ready for barracks. Being on the other side of the glass when Quaritch insisted on interrogating him, if only to keep an eye on his psychological state. Planting the idea of rewards in Quaritch’s mind. Locating and stealing back Spider’s songcord when he was at his lowest point. Once more hacking into the communications between Spider and Quaritch on the kid’s watch. Getting a message to Jake when Spider was first captured, and updating him ever since. Relaying Jake’s message about staying strong (for whatever that was worth). Reaching out to people she’d heard rumours of about being in the resistance - like Chacon.

Look at all the good it did.

Spider was finally breaking.

She didn’t give herself long to mourn - it wasn’t helping Chacon or Spider. She hastily wiped her tears and got herself back out to Chacon’s bedside to complete his obs.

That was yesterday, and since then Chacon had received a flow of visitors - he was a popular man in his unit, it seemed - all of them saying the same thing. That Private Junior had finally snapped.

It was her break, and instead of grabbing a snack from the cafeteria, she decided to stay by Chacon’s side in case he woke up. After a few minutes, her patience miraculously paid off.

Chacon’s swollen eyelids blinked carefully open, and he let out a soft groan.

“Hey,” she greeted him, anxious over his reaction to seeing her. “You’re in the medbay. You took a beating, but you’re okay.”

Chacon’s bloodshot pupils found hers, displaying a healthy amount of confusion at the situation. After a moment, his senses seemed to come back to him, and he blinked, attempting to sit more upright. “Junior…” he uttered.

“I know…” Janine whispered, trying to convey her understanding while being somewhat comforting at the same time. It was impossible.

Chacon glanced around, making sure that they were alone.

“It’s okay, no one’s coming,” she assured him.

“He’s gone…”

Janine took a deep breath, willing her eyes not to fill with tears. She shook her head, as if denial would help the situation. “We can get him back.”

Chacon made a sound of disbelief, sagging back into the bed. “It wasn’t enough…”

“Stop.” The force of her determination flared unexpectedly in Janine’s heart. “We’ll get him back.”

Chacon looked at her, but it was impossible to tell his expression through his broken face. “How long have I been out?” he asked.

“Just over twenty four hours,” Janine replied, switching back to her nursing persona, all effectiveness and proficiency. “It’s 5 o’clock on Saturday.”

“Right,” Chacon muttered.

“How’s your pain?” Janine asked, aware that she still needed to give her patient a run through of his injuries and treatment plan.

Chacon shook his head. There was so much Janine wanted to say - she knew Chacon felt this failure as much as she did. He had been the one to befriend Spider. To help him through training. To be a listening ear and word of advice when the kid needed it. It didn’t matter that Spider didn’t know Chacon was on his side.

In the five weeks since Janine had risked contacting Chacon, the pair had grown close - united under the banner of resistance. There were others of course, other moles that Janine knew, but her concern for Spider was something she could only share with Chacon. They’d worked closely together (or as closely as spies can work without being detected) almost the whole time that Spider had trained with the RDA, and watched his gradual descent together, essentially powerless to stop it.

“What’s the plan?” Chacon asked, ignoring Janine’s attempt to manage his pain levels.

Janine took a measured breath, before speaking in a low voice. “We can’t break Jake into Bridgehead without being detected - we’ve been trying for weeks. Let alone a whole rescue force. Besides that, Spider’s beyond the point of wanting our help now.”

“So what then?” Chacon asked, his urgency coming across as rudeness.

A pause, while Janine considered her next words carefully. She’d had nothing else on her mind since Chacon was admitted. She’d had plenty of time to think. It was time to act. “You kidnap him.”

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