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You Are Mine

Na'vi! Quaritch x fem! Na'vi! Reader

All sentences in italics are the Na'vi language.

Background: Reader was kidnapped along with the kids and is Neytiri older sister. Quaritch wouldn't let her escape and became his direct line into the world of Pandora.

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You still couldn't believe it. That monster, that bastard, was somehow alive. And when he dared to lay hands on the kids, you made sure he would have a reminder of what pain he would experience the next time that happened.

You bit his neck. Hard.

"You do this with all your partners, sweetheart?" Quaritch smirked at you, the blood gone but the marks of your fangs still scarred onto his skin.

I hissed in retaliation, a reminder that I was not to be tamed.

"Leave her alone!" Spider hissed, protective over his aunt. You adored Spider and saw him as your son.

I never got the chance to make a bond. Despite my parents' best efforts to pair me with Tsu'tey, you wanted to bond for the sake of love and trust. And I knew well that Tsu'tey did not love me, so I was seen as a lone Na'vi.

"Do they hurt?" Spider questioned, referring to the restraints on my wrists and ankles.

"I am fine, do not worry about me. Besides, this sky bastard would not know a woman's touch if it was shoved up his ass," I smirked and Spider laughed.

"What? What's so damn funny?" Quaritch questioned.

"Stupid oaf," I giggled, knowing he couldn't understand shit.

"It was nothing," Spider insisted.

"Tch," He walked away, leaving you and Spider.

Quaritch hated to admit it, but you were a damn beauty. He remembered you vaguely from his human memories, seeing you land on his ship and fire two arrows straight at two pilots. The fear he felt knowing you could have pulled out one more and struck him, but didn't and left. A fierce Na'vi warrior who was strong and willing to kill for her people, plus the looks were an added bonus.

"What do we know about her?"

"Her name is (Y/N), she's the daughter of the previous leader of the Omaticaya, Eytucan and the Tsahik, Mo'at. Her mother and sister, Neytiri, are her only living relatives-"

"So she's Mrs. Sullys' sister?" Quaritch chuckled and looked back at you, who was staring out at the forest.

He could have guessed, judging by the similar faces, but you were taller and much more. . .up close than Neytiri. Sure, Neytiri literally got the closest you can be by killing him, but you were his captive.

Meaning he could get information from you.

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"So you are Neytiris' sister. Could have guessed from the mark you gave me," Quaritch approached me in my cell, shutting the door behind him. My tail flicked, in tune with my nerves, as I only stared at him.

"Much prettier, I will admit," He sat down next to me, to which I scooted away and kept a sharp gaze on him.

And did not respond.

"So sorry about your father. My condolences. I did not mean to cause such harm," My chest rose higher, feeling angry that he thought he could even speak of my father.

But still, I stayed silent.

"You're pretty close with my son. Did you raise him?" He crossed his arms together, but my eyes traveled to his neck. When his comrades tore me away, my fangs dragged and tore the skin open.

"Do you even speak Engli-"

"Your language was too easy for me. It shows just how intelligent your species are," I responded in perfect English.

"Why tha-"

"It was not a compliment," I cut him off, my stare deadly and my lips in a firm line.

"And Spider is not your son," I knew Spider, and he was the kindest soul. He wanted so badly to be Na'vi, but he had a human body. It did not discourage him and that is why I was proud to call him my own.

"So you did raise him then. You taught him the language?"

"Rather mine than yours," I retorted.

"I'll take that as a yes. Look, I'm hopeless with this stuff, and in order to better connect with him," He got closer.

"I would like you to teach me. I want to bond with him - the way we were meant to. Could you help me with that, sweetheart?" His hand went to grab my hair, and my hands went to grab his wrist and restrain him.

But he did so to me.

My shackled hands fell against the wall, and he stared down at me. His hand grabbed my chains and pushed them upwards, against the wall.

I hissed, bearing my fangs but all he did was chuckle.

"I can do this all day, sweetheart. I won't let them torture you, as a thank you for raising my son, but," He moved his face closer to my own.

"Don't think for a second that you're getting out of here."

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It had been three months and he still spoke like a baby.

"Nari!"

"Narni."

"No!" My hand went up to smack his forehead and he grabbed my wrist, frustrated.

"This is stupid. I'm clearly saying it right!"

"No, you are not," I expressed. We had these lessons twice a day in my prison, and as a reward, he would let me out for a day. I still had my ankle shackles on but it felt nice to move around.

"As much as I would love to agree and get you out of my sight-"

"Aw c'mon, sweetheart, you don't mean that," He expressed, his hand still around my wrist.

"I ain't that bad to look at," And his teeth grazed my wrist, over my veins and his eyes. . .oh great mother, his eyes looked at me in such a way only mated pairs should.

"You-You-"

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Tch," I tore my wrist away, "your behavior is very inappropriate. Only mated pairs should look at each other like that."

"Mated pairs?" I sighed at his question.

"When a woman chooses her man, and he in return, they then bond and become Mated for life," It was a simple yet perfect way of life. That is all you wished for yourself and any other Na'vi.

"You don't fool around? Have a taste of anyone else?"

"Your culture seems to think that is all love is, but you are wrong. You know when you have found your mate, and it is like no other feeling. You will do anything for your mate and your children. Na'vi women are noted to become feral when their child is in danger and are considered the most dangerous creature," You saw now Neytiri loved her children and even when they had the smallest scratch, she became so protective of them.

"How do you guys mate? Just attach your braid things?" He was genuinely curious and it made me smile, but not enough for him to notice.

"Guess you're a happy woman then," He was a bit bummed, as you were beautiful, and your spirit is strong.

"I am not mated. Many men were killed the last you were here," I admitted, the fall of my people still bringing a light mist to my eyes. Many friends, and even my own father - all lost but never forgotten. They were all with Eywa now.

"You have sex," I stated bluntly, "and you share your memories."

"Hmm. . .good to know," I watched as he got up and made his way to the door.

"Oh, and (Y/N)? I was checking your pulse. You do find me attractive," He chuckled, leaving as I recalled his fangs grazing over my veins and my cheeks flared.

"As if, you bastard!"

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"Can you look away?"

"And let you escape? I'm not that fucking stupid."

I rolled my eyes at my captors, who were allowing me to bathe in the natural spring waters because I did not like their mechanical baths.

I moved further into the water, making sure my body was covered. Only my eyes were up above as I moved behind the waterfall, and I caught Miles Quaritchs gaze as I disappeared.

The cool water brought a smile to my face as I bathed, using soap we made from the land and relishing in the cleanliness.

"Having fun?"

I gasped, dipping back down into the water as I saw Miles Quaritch move his body into the waterfall, his shirt off.

"Don't worry, I covered my eyes, sweetheart. Just making sure you aren't running away," He said, averting his gaze.

But mine lingered.

It was shameful, for sure, but my eyes lingered on the water droplets that traveled over every muscle of his chest.

"Why did you hate us?" I asked quietly, and he looked at me.

"Why did you come here?" And kill so many.

He let out a sigh of sadness, like he himself did not know.

"I know my memories say that it was for money. I could see through his eyes that all he saw were disgusting creatures in the way of his goals," He seemed ashamed, like he didn't want to be that man but his memories and name force him to remain that same person.

"Do you hate me?" I asked, my body fully out of the water but his eyes did not trail my body. His eyes remained on mine, and his gentle hand came up to my chin.

"Never, sweetheart."

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I knew I was in deep trouble. The many times Miles Quaritch came to visit me, and the many times I got to know him - he was a changed man. I could see it in his spirit. He came to adore my planet and our ways, but those around him would not allow him to fully embrace it. It would mean he would abandon his mission, and they would kill him for it.

Which is why I was unsure of my own heart.

I was his prisoner. I was his captive, and yet I felt my heart race anytime he looked at me.

Neytiri would be disappointed in me.

Father would be disappointed in me.

Mother would not be able to stand the sight of me.

Which is why I was crying.

It was late and all were asleep, so I sat in my corner and wept. I had fallen for such a cruel man who killed hundreds of my people, and why? Why did I choose him? Because he might have changed? I did not understand.

"(Y/N)? Are you crying?" Once I heard his hushed voice, I wiped my tears away. The lights remained off, but we could see each other as our bodies gave off the bioluminescent glow.

"Go away, Quaritch."

"If you need anything, you can ask-"

"I do not want anything from you. I want to go home," I hissed, trying to move the focus from my tears.

"I. . .you know I can't let you do that," He sighed, conflicted with himself.

"I do not understand," I whispered, and he grabbed my chin and had me look up at him.

"Understand what?"

"My heart," I admitted, "it wages war with itself."

"Why?"

"You have a strong spirit and a kind heart, and you are not the same man you were once were. . .but I do not understand why my own heart is intertwined with yours," I confessed, and his hand on my chin relaxed and he looked shocked.

"Neytiri will hate me," The thought of my own sister shaming me and looking at me with great hatred made me hate myself.

"Don't say that."

"As much as I yearn for you, that does not erase the things you have done," He held me against him as I wept. My nails dug so deep into the fabric of his shirt that it left holes.

"I wish I stayed dead," He admitted.

"Then maybe I wouldn't see so many Na'vi who despise me. I wouldn't fear death every time I saw an arrow. . .but if I stayed dead, I never would have gotten to know you, sweetheart," He confessed, holding my face in his hands.

There did not need to be any other words as he leaned down and captured my lips in his. In this moment, I did not think of how my people would hate me or that my own mother would not love me. I only thought of his soft lips against mine, and how he felt absolutely perfect to me.

OKAY BUT LIKE WHO WOULD READ A NA'VI! QUARITCH FANFIC

I have several ideas:

1. Reader/ OC would be Neytiri sister and kidnapped by Quaritch

2. Reader/ OC was raised with Neytiri, originally found as a Na'vi orphan, and is actually the reincarnation of Quaritch first love who died on Earth

You Are Mine, pt. 2

Background: Reader is Neytiri sister and has mated with Quaritch.

Stuff in italics in the Na'vi language

Warning: sex, mentions of sex, hurtful language

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"Miles," I moaned, completely connected to him both spiritually and physically.

He didn't want to connect us in a lab, so he unlocked my chains and carried me out into the forest. But before we could connect, I wanted to feel my home again. My feet beating against the forest floor, my hair howling in the wind - it was home.

He laid me down gently against the grass and kissed me. His mouth ventured past my lips, down my neck to my breasts, and down to where I could not even begin to describe such pleasure.

"I love you," I breathed out, my eyes staring into his as he stretched me out.

"I love you too," and I believed him. The look of complete ecstasy and love in his eyes told me the truth, and I sang his name like it was a chant.

Miles Quaritch couldn't believe that this had happened to him. He never felt like the hateful man he saw in the video diaries and felt a strong pull to every piece of nature in Pandora. He would be lying if he said he didn't believe in Eywa everytime he saw you smile.

"We're mated for life," He said, completely in awe of you and he knew that what he felt was more than love.

"You are stuck with me," I smiled.

"And I would not choose anyone else, sweetheart," He kissed me, his lips molding into my own.

"What do we do now?" I asked, as the sun was on the rise and Spider was still inside.

"Take Spider with us, and go to your people. I want to make amends for what I did-"

"For what Colonel Quaritch did," I stopped him, "not what you did."

"They won't see it that way," He was doubtful. Go to her people and express how he feels like an absolute fucking asshole and how he knows the pain he caused can never be repaired. They might just kill him on the spot.

"We must go to my mother. She is Tsahik, and she will see what I see," I was sure of it.

"But let's get our son first."

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"My child!" Mother cried out, enveloping me in a hug. I missed her so dearly, but this mut wait.

"You. . .you are mated," She realized, sensing the difference in me. She pulled away.

"Who is the man who has taken my daughters heart? Have you brought him here?" She questioned.

"I have, mother. But. . .you will recognize him. I trust you with all my being, and I know that you will see that he is a changed man," She was becoming nervous.

"Miles, approach my mother," She stepped back when I spoke English, her nerves wracked by who the man I have chosen might be.

When he emerged from the bushes with Spider, her eyes widened.

And she pulled out her knife.

"Mother!" She ran at him, hatred fueling her motives and luckily, Miles grabbed her hands and kept her from him.

"You demon! You foul monster!" She cried out, tears brimming her eyes.

"Mother, please, he is not the same man! I swear this to you on Eywa!" I pleaded, but she managed to take a swipe at his chest and draw blood.

She licked it.

"You. . .you are different. You are the man who carries this name, but you are not him," She said, still shaken up as her hand clenched around the handle of her dagger.

Miles could see my mothers conflict and got on his knees before her.

"I am Miles Quaritch, and I have the memories of a hateful man who burned your home to the ground. I wished I had never awoken. I wish I could face Colonel Quaritch and kill him myself because this place. . .it's not meant for taking. It's meant for living, for breathing, for loving," He looked at me.

"But I love your daughter. She has shown me the beauty of your home, but if you wish to kill me for my crimes, then I will not stop you," He hated himself. He hated who he was.

"You have mated with my daughter, but I sense no other motives than the love that a noble man has for a woman he respects and treasures," She put her hands on his shoulder, "but my people are wounded. They will want for blood."

"Mother, no," I pleaded.

"Please don't," Spider pleaded, "He's not the same."

"That does not erase the crimes he has committed," She stated.

"I understand," Miles had already accepted his fate.

"You will be responsible for my eldest daughters life. You will bear her every burden and shoulder her every cry. You will be a good mate, and you will take any ounce of pain from her. Miles Quaritch, you will be the best Na'vi man for her, and if you ever give her a reason to doubt you, then I will personally kill you for all to see," She swore to him. She watched her daughter laugh, cry, love, and lose in such a short lifetime.

She will not watch it happen again.

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"Your sister is home."

From that moment, I knew that I would have to stick by my heart.

"Hey," Miles grabbed my hand before we could go see Jake, my sister and the children.

"What is it?" I asked.

"If Sully tries to take a swing at me, just let him. He deserves it," He scratched the back of his neck, still uncomfortable in the traditional garments of our people.

"Of course."

As soon as we were in viewing distance, I saw the smile on my sisters face. But as she got closer, and Jake saw him, all hell broke loose.

"Sister, get away from that man!" Neytiri hissed, keeping the children at bay.

"Neytiri, calm," Her face was of utter shock when mother told her to calm down.

"I know who this man is, and I know what he has done, but your sister and him are a mated pair. Eywa have him a second chance at life, and now he has chosen his path," Morher explained to them, and they still looked at him with murderous intent.

"He's lying to you. That's all he does," Jake insisted, "once he's done with you, he won't stay. He doesn't care about you (Y/N)."

"You are not welcome here!" Neytiri hissed at him, her tail flicking wildly.

"Neytiri, I have chosen him," my hand wrapped in his, "He has freed me, but not only that, he has shown me who he truly is. He is not the same man as before, but he has grown to love our home. Jake was once an outcast, and you were meant to bond with Tsu'tey."

Neytiri paused, remembering a time when Jake was just an outsider and not Taruk Makto. That her life would be drastically different if she bonded with Tsu'tey.

"That has not changed what he's done," Jake pointed out.

"It never will, and for that, I'm sorry," Miles spoke up, "I see the memories of who I once was and I do not recognize who that is. All I see is hatred, and all I see is death."

"He will not change, sister! Don't be blinded by his lies!" Neytiri pleaded, but Kiri felt indifferent to all this. Her own aunt, the woman who has sworn to protect her and her siblings since they were born, would not make a rash decision.

Meaning this love between them had to be real.

They met for a reason.

"I want no more hostility between anyone," Mother interrupted, tired of this rage filled tension.

"Get to sleep. We have much to discuss tomorrow."

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"My Miles, what are you doing?" My sentence ended in laughter as his hands tickled my stomach and his lips planted kisses along my neck.

"I just wanted to see you smile. You seemed so unhappy after what happened," Miles never wanted to see you unhappy, and it was such a strange feeling to him. He only ever cared about his own feelings, about himself, but now it's like his world has shifted.

All he cared about was you.

"I just pray to Eywa that my sister does not stay mad at me forever," I confessed as his kisses trailed down my neck, giving me small marks as he gently bit me and I let out a soft whimper.

"I don't want to hear you mention anyone that makes you upset. I want to see you smile, or in pure ecstasy right now," And he would do anything to keep it that way. His hand trailed down my body, ghosting my skin as his lips came to mine.

Mother had given us our own space somewhat away from everyone, which secretly made Miles happy because then they could have all the alone time they wanted.

His fingers ghosted me, and I whined into his mouth for any friction. I could feel his smile, his fingers starting to slowly make their way inside of me.

It was slow and agonizing, and I knew he was doing so to get me riled up.

I mated with an absolute tease.

"Miles, please," I breathed out, his two fingers still going in and out of me at a slow pace.

"Please, what? You've got to use your voice, sweetheart," He chuckled, absolutely loving seeing you so hot and bothered. You were so needy for him and it made him so much more needy for you.

"Please touch me," I pleaded. I never felt like this with anyone before. It was like I needed him to breathe, and if anyone was to dare to take him from me, I would have to set the world on fire to bring him back to me.

My back lay against him as his fingers worked faster, my breathing getting quicker as his other hand teased my breasts. His fangs lightly trailed across my neck, sending shivers up my spine.

"Oh great mother," I moaned, my face flushed from the noises I made. It still felt so embarrassing, so say such things, but how else would I express how much I craved him?

"Say my name," He whispered as he gently bit into a sacred spot upon my neck. My head fell back as his thumb started to work my clit.

"Miles," I bit my lip, "I'm so close."

He was amazed at the sight before him. His mate, his (Y/N), completely falling apart at his hands. Her cute moans and mewls, her quiet begging for him to touch her - it was like he was on cloud nine.

"Come for me, my (Y/N)," He whispered in my ear, and to silence my cries, he turned my head towards him and kissed me. I felt so good, coming down from my high, but I wasn't done.

I turned around, my gaze full of lust, and shoved him on his back. I straddled him and said, "my turn."

Touch

Short fic: other Na'vi think Quaritch fifth finger in unnatural and weird but (Y/N) thinks it's fascinating and he let's her inspect it.

Warning: MAJOR FLUFF

@darthsabe

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Quaritch stared into the fire before him, wandering exactly who he was. He's seen all the video diaries and heard all about who the real Colonel Quaritch used to be, but was he still him? He became what he has hated. He was now nine feet tall, and one of the Na'vi.

And blue.

"Demon," He heard a whisper from one of the Natives and looked up, seeing them stare at his hands.

Right. His hands. The Na'vi naturally had four fingers, but he had five.

Couldn't quite fully blend in.

"Where do you come from, Miles Quaritch?" The Na'vi girl who saved him, (Y/N), asked while staring at him.

While the rest of his squad ran from the Thanator trying to kill them, Quaritch was lost. He had run the opposite way and had encountered a Na'vi woman fishing for food as he plunged head first into the water. She revived him and brought him back to her village.

"The sky people," He revealed, really not having much to lose other than a son who didn't want him.

"Ah, so it is true. Your people have perfected making us," You were impressed he could have blended in so easily, but the clothing and extra finger and speaking English gave it away.

"Why are you here? Taruk Makto sent you away, did he not?" Jake Sully. God, he couldn't escape him.

"He did, but sky people are greedy. Our planet is dying, and we want Pandora."

"Could you not have come in a more peaceful way?" You were genuinely curious. Your people had only engaged in violence when Taruk Makto had asked you to fight, but since then, your clan steered clear of them. You were travelers, never staying in one place for too long, and you were lucky enough to encounter a sky person this time around.

He chuckled, "If we see something we like, then we take it. Something we just can't seem to learn."

He started to get self conscious about his hands and felt all eyes on them. So hid them away in his pockets, trying not to explode at them.

"Like a baby," You mused, offering him a fruit.

"Nah, I'm good," his stomach grumbling loudly gave him away.

You giggled, "I will not poison you. Besides, all that running works up an appetite."

"How do you avoid those fuckers?" Not paying attention, he grabbed the fruit and started to eat.

"You run," you shrugged, "you can not tame one of them like you do Ikran."

"Hm," was all he said, the juices of the fruit running down his hand, and he wiped it on his pants.

"Disgusting."

"Demon."

His ears folded back, feeling self-conscious, and he dropped the fruit on the floor before getting up and walking away.

"Miles Quaritch, wait!" You got up, following after him but your hand was grabbed by your mother.

"Daughter, he is dangerous," She warned.

"So am I," you tore your hand from her and followed his footprints. He didn't walk fast, so it was easy enough to find him and stop him.

"Miles Quaritch, stop!" You grabbed his hand and he stopped in his tracks. His eyes looked down at your own hands.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Princess, but it seems I'm too different for your people-"

"Can you blame them? They are scared of another outbreak of war, but you. . .you feel different," Something about him just made you feel drawn to him. Your hand still hand onto his own and he pressed your palms together.

"I've done a lot of bad shit (Y/N). Shit I wish I could take it back, but I know who I am, and they know too. I'm not Taruk Makto - I can never fit into a clan or a tribe. Thank you, again, but-"

You grabbed his extra finger, feeling vulnerable, but you didn't care.

"I do not care who you used to be. Eywa brought you here for a reason," and before he could scoff and say anything else, your other hand reached up and cupped his cheek.

"I see you," you expressed, "but are you willing to see who you are?"

He was breathless. A Na'vi woman he just met just fucking read him like a book, and he hated it. A Marine shouldn't ever be in such a vulnerable position. . .but would a Marine ever willingly become a Na'vi?

With a chance to change?

His ears folded back and he merely nodded, not knowing what else to say.

You smiled.

"First things first is to get you out of such weird clothing," You began to walk back, hands still intertwined.

"We just met, and you're already trying to take my clothes off," All you did was laugh it off but seeing the physique of this sky person turned Na'vi didn't sound so bad.

Bleeding Hearts

This will be a long fanfic series. I have the same one on my Wattpad @ autogirls. Hope you all enjoy!

Nanat'ia (original character) x Miles Quaritch

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"He is beautiful, Neytiri."

I had never thought I would see my sister so happy. She was glowing with pure love and happiness as she stared down at her newborn son, her hand wrapped in mine.

"I'm so happy for you," I pressed my forehead against hers, expressing my joy for her family.

When the sky people were sent away, I could feel a new era approaching. I prayed to Eywa for peace for my people since they had endured so much.

And for my new era of peace, I had put down my weapons and rested my mind. I did not want to bring any negative thoughts or feelings that I had held before. The sky people are gone, and so what was the need for me to continue making weapons? Not the bows my sister had crafted, but knives. Sharp daggers that were made for swiftly killing the enemy - ones I had started to forge when I was eight.

"Neytiri! Neytiri, I just thought of a great name!" Jake burst through the hut, excitement in his eyes as he had completely forgotten that I was here.

"What name have you been thinking of this time, Jake?" When I had discovered what name he had given his Ikran, I could not fathom it. He is Taruk Makto, the greatest earrior of our time, and such a great Na'vi warrior had named his Ikran Bob.

"Something very fitting, Nanat," He insisted, knowing my harsh judgment, but it was all fun and games with us.

"Tell me, my Jake," Neytiris' nerves were calm since having him, only focusing on their son so her mood was lighter than usual.

"Steve!"

Utter silence.

My sisters hand tightened around my own, trying to restrain herself from smacking him in the face.

"You are willing to name the future clan leader of the Omaticaya, Steve?" I questioned, my head tilted slightly. He saw the dangerous look in my sisters eye and immediately backed down from the idea.

"Or-or not, I mean, it's not that great," He stuttered out.

Names on Earth always sounded so weird. Steve? Bob? And thousands of Earth children share the same name. When I think of it, it often makes me sad for them because it means their parents did not think about their own name. There is no meaning - no beauty to their names.

"I have thought of one," Sister spoke up, gently caressing his head as he suckled on her for food.

"Neteyam. I think it suits him well," Neytiri smiled down at him, and I could see the spark in Jakes eyes. Jake looked down at his child, and it looked like that baby boy was his entire reason for living.

"Neteyam. . .it's perfect," Jake concluded, and I decided to take my leave.

The love between Neytiri and Jake was one to be admired and sought after. I had never seen such a connection before, even when she was promised to Tsu'tey. Even when she had expressed her disdain and annoyance for training him when he first arrived, it was like Eywa had already decided that they would have the strongest mate bond.

Neytiri would die for Jake, and Jake would die for Neytiri.

A love I wished for.

But it was not my time.

I believe that when the time comes, Eywa will bring my future mate to me. Perhaps he will be a thorn in my side, or my best friend - whatever comes, I put all my trust in Eywa that they will be the best for me.

"Ninat'ia."

I turned my head, "Mother?"

"Come here, child. What have they named him?" She is so excited to be a grandmother. Ever since the news broke that Neytiri and Jake were expecting their first child, she has been praying and watching Neytiri like Ikran.

"You will find out at the ceremony," I replied, and she hissed in frustration.

"Should you not be preparing the clan to receive his name?" I questioned my mother as she walked along with me.

"I wished to ask something of you, my child," She hooked her arm with mine, her thumb gently stroking my arm in comfort.

Meaning it was bad news.

"Remember how I told you I found you in the forest as a baby?"

"How could I forget? You told the story every year on my birthday," I wasn't hers - biologically. In my mother's grief, she secluded herself to the forest and found me. Her grieving was that she had lost her child giving birth, the cord having killed the baby before the air could reach them. So, she went to the forest seeking solitude.

Instead, she found me. As she told me, I was crying and just on the ground - seemingly abandoned. No one was around, and I was unharmed.

"I went to the Mother Tree to pray, but it was not the answer that I wished Eywa gave me," She said, worry in her eyes.

"What was it?"

She sighed, "it was a vision. I was watching through another's eyes in a strange place. A loud sound was going off, and humans were running all around me. I tried to fight my way into a room, but the others pushed me away. Afterward, I fell to my knees as the loud sound fell silent, and all I could feel was grief."

"Was this on Earth?" I had never seen it, only heard stories from the nicer sky people - like Grace.

"It is nothing like I have ever seen."

"But why come to me with this, mother? You are Tsahik - I do not know what this means," I expressed, and she stopped in her tracks.

"Mother?"

"I heard a man crying out a name. . .my child, he was screaming for you."

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Also I just rlly want to write one

Bleeding Hearts

Part 2

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“What was that?”

Lo’ak and Neteyam froze once they heard my voice. Their tails stopped all movement and their ears fell down as their eyes do not dare to look at me.

“What was what, Auntie?” Lo’ak asks, turning around to look up at me with his nerves rattled. Neteyam knew better and looked off to the side.

“All you had to do was watch and alert your parents. What is so difficult about that?” My arms were crossed as I stared down at them.

“We wanted to help,” Neteyam confessed, finally meeting my eyes.

“You were, but then your father had to worry about you two because you were reckless and stupid,” I did not need to raise my voice at them. They learned long ago to fear and respect me - just like they feared and respected their mother.

“I’m sorry-”

“Didn’t you fuck up when you were our age?” Lo’ak interrupted his brother.

“Our only fear was being trampled or eaten by a Thanator. You boys were born into war - that is why your father is so hard on you. One wrong move and he could lose you both.” They exchanged a look to one another, acknowledging that things were far more different now than it was for us growing up.

“Why weren’t you out there with us today?” Neteyam asked, trying to change the topic.

“Your parents only need me for important missions. This one would have been too easy for me, and you both are still grounded.”

“Will we ever get to see you fight?” Lo’ak questioned. I was the one to lead the hunts, even when Tsu’tey was still around. I was the one who knew how to fire a perfect shot at nine, and made my first dagger at eight. 

Father wanted me to be the next clan leader, but I knew that Neytir was far more suited for the job than me. I wanted to explore outside of our forest home. I wanted to travel and learn from the other clans, but when the sky people came back, I learned quickly that my energy for this life would be used for surviving.

“Just know that if anyone ever lays a hand on you or your sisters, they will lose it,” I patted their heads before smacking them.

“Now stop being skxang.”

Jake and my sister only ever needed me for high stakes missions. They knew I could get the job done quickly since I learned at a young age that if you do not strike first, the enemy will not be as hesitant. 

Watching my sister die taught me that lesson.

“He is just like you,” I said, passing by Jake to see the weapons they got.

“Who?”

I gave him a dead stare, “Lo’ak.”

“What? No-”

“The stubbornness, the hard head, the diving head first into fire - all you,” I poked his forehead and Neytiri smiled.

“Neytiri, I was never like him. . .was I?”

“Like looking in a still body of water,” She replied.

“But they will learn soon. You are raising a strong family, and those boys will be great warriors,” I knew they would. Since they could walk, Lo’ak and Neteyam loved to watch me train the younger Na’vi with their mother.

“Auntie! Auntie, look what I found!” Tuk ran up to my legs and held an old stick. Most likely from a dying tree.

“Can you make me a dagger?” Jake's ears flew up and he immediately interjected.

“No. No way. You are way too young for that.”

“She is about the age to start taking her on small hunts,” I was correct but Jake looked at me like I suggested throwing her on an ikran.

“My sister is right. Tuk was about my age when we caught a-”

“She’s still a baby!” Jake picked her up, cradling her to his chest.

“Do not worry, Jake, I only mean to tease,” I reassured him, “Tuk, you will get your own dagger when you are older.”

“Aw,” She frowned.

“Keep the stick and when the time is right, we can make one together,” She smiled and hugged the dead stick to her chest - like it was her own.

The love in their family was one to be admired. Even when Tsu’tey was enraged at what my sister had done, I knew she was happy. Jake loves her and it is a love I hope to have for myself some day.

If Eywa wills it.

I blinked, picking up a stray piece of metal, but when I looked up, I was not home.

“Neytiri? Jake?” I looked around nervously, whipping around but all I could see was white. My tail was furiously whipping and my heart was racing.

“Mother?!”

“Nina!” 

I gasped as a boy ran through me like I did not exist. And it was a human boy.

“Nina, look!” The small human boy ran up to a little girl, holding something in his hands.

That voice. . .

“What is it, Miles?” She asked, her voice just as small as she was. He wrapped his arms around her small frame and when he pulled away, there was a shiny object around her neck.

She gasped, “it’s so pretty! Thank you!”

“Ninat?”

I heard Jakes voice, and the children looked at me.

“Ninat’ia?!”

I heard my sister calling out for me, but could not see them. I could only see the sky children staring at me, but not with disgust.

With soft smiles.

“Sister?!” I felt hands on me and panicked. When I blinked again, the children had vanished and my sister was infront of me. Her eyes were in a state of concern as her nails dug into my shoulders and Jake was behind her.

“Ney-Neytiri, what-”

“You were not responding. What happened?” 

I felt ice cold. I felt like death had captured me and was holding me underwater, waiting for me to give in.

“I need to see mother.”

Na'vi Miles Quaritch NSFW headcannons:

- biggest Dom you'll ever met

- miles loves being dominant and taking over his partner

- especially if you've been snappy, he will absolutely torture you by fucking you into oblivion

- or not allowing you to cum

- he KNOWS he's big

- since Na'vi are larger people, he got an upgrade in the downstairs department

- your first time together, he wanted to fuck you so much but knew you were exhausted afterwards

- LOVES cowgirl and missionary

- he doesn't care how basic missionary is, just seeing your reactions and watching as your whole body squirms for him gets him riled up for round 2

- he wasn't much of a giver before

- but as he watched you scream his name and how you praised him

- he's eating you out any chance he gets

- def has a breeding kink

- he never saw himself as a father but with Spider and the thought of you carrying his child was *chefs kiss*

- when the bond was made, he became OBSESSED

- constantly around you, watching from afar

- he feels like he needs you to BREATHE

- plus everyone can tell because they can FEEL his stare

- you've been pulled away from dinner early because he just needs to feel you and gets so riled up

- he's a great lover and an amazing pillow talker

- "Do you need anything, sweetheart?"

- "Let me take care of you tonight, baby."

- gives AMAZING massages afterwards

- if he sees bruises on your thighs, he kisses them and apologizes

- you like it, but he's your mate and always wants to make sure you're okay

- in return, you always make sure he gets the pleasure and love he needs

- as a human, he never wanted love because it would get in the way of his mission

- as a Na'vi, he can't imagine a more perfect mate and that makes him all the more dangerous

- seriously, one time Jake looked at you for a few seconds and he was going crazy in his head

- best sex afterwards tho

Just some headcannons while I finish part 3 of You Are Mine!

Bleeding Hearts

Part 3.

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Miles p.o.v

This body was mine.

But it didn't feel like it.

I felt like an imposter inside of a body meant for a Marine. We were made so that the direct influence of someone called Eywa would not stray us from our mission.

I felt my tail flick around, I felt my hands, and I could feel the ground beneath me.

But the name Colonel Quaritch did not feel like it was me.

"Colonel!"

"Yes, General?" I stood up, my hand going up to the end of my brow to salute.

"Are you dreaming? No? Then come on, I have a job for you," I nodded, following her lead but avoiding the low ceilings that were not meant for these ten feet bodies.

My squad was already present, staring at a video on repeat and they looked terrified.

"What's going ok? You're pissing your pants, Corporal?" I crossed my arms, approaching them.

"Might as well," He chuckled, "come, look at this."

"We received some of this feed from a helicopter," General emphasized some images of a Na'vi woman.

"She always shows up first. No matter who we send in, how many or even where we go in - she is always the first to show up and attack," She started playing the cam footage.

A Na'vi woman was the first on scene with a Banshee. It flew in from above and she launched a bow straight into the heart of the helicopter - blowing it to smithereens.

"Here," The next one, her Banshee grabbed the shooter and threw him off.

Before we could even see where she went, blood splattered onto the screen.

"Slit his throat," General commented.

And the last one, she was on top of a floating mountain and the helicopter prepared to shoot.

Easy target.

But then the damn Banshee flew in while he was distracted and launched it infront of her. She grabbed the pilot and dragged him out in front of the camera.

"Death to you all," She hissed something in their language before slitting his throat with her blade. He choked slowly, trying to fight back but it was a painful and slow death.

And she launched a dagger into the camera.

"She said, "Death to you all"," General added.

"We have no record of her, not even anything on if she attended Grace Augustine's school. Colonel, do you recognize her?" General asked me.

"The video footage is a bit shaky, but unfortunately I have not a damn clue who she could be."

But even the tone in her voice and the sound of it was familiar.

I had never seen her before, or maybe I had but my memories weren't fully back yet.

"She could be their lookout. Telling them before we even see her so they have the drop on us."

"That's very plausible, but once I send you out, I need you to find her," My ears went down at this and my gaze focused on the General.

"She's their alarm, and she will know much more information than we need. She's an asset, and I do not want you to leave until you capture her," General instructed.

And looked towards me.

"By any means necessary. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," I grinned, staring at the paused video.

She's a harmless little thing compared to us.

One tranquilizer and she's ours.

Bleeding Hearts

Part 4

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"There you are."

Lo'ak yelped as he fell face first onto the ground, his weight being thrown back by a singular arrow.

"Aunt Ninat?" Kiri tilted her head as I jumped from my tree and tore the arrow from Lo'aks undergarment.

"Look how easy it was for me to find you all. Think about how easy it will be for those demons out there," Jake had asked me to watch over the children as they ventured outside today.

"It won't be easy because none of them are blood thirsty Na'vi," Lo'ak groaned as he got up, feeling embarrassed.

"Hi Ninat’ia!"

"Hello Spider," I smiled, kneeling down and connecting his forehead to mine.

"How is the mask? Is it too tight? You had that problem a week ago," I felt like Spider is my own son. He spends the most time with us and I have been fond of him since he was a baby.

"It's better now, ma," And he called me his mother. Even though we are not the same species, he is my son.

"Are you going to come with us, Auntie?" Tuk asked, her hand grabbing my thumb.

"Where are you going?" I asked them, bending down so she could climb on my back.

"Just. . .around," Lo'ak shrugged.

"That's strange because the old shack is not far from here," They exchanged a look towards one another.

"That is strange," Miles agreed, and Kiri rolled her eyes.

"Come on, let's go," I rolled my eyes, keeping Tuk on my back as I started walking.

"Wait, you're serious?" Kiri questioned, running up to my side.

"That place holds many memories for your parents, but most importantly, it is abandoned. No sky people would think to remember it," I explained

And if my memory is correct, my blade is still there.

It was a place of anger for me.

And it was time to move on.

After Neytiri struck down the Colonel, I could not contain my own anger. He had taken everything from us - from me.

So in my blind anger, I grabbed the blade I made for my father and stuck it in the Colonel's head. It was the first dagger I had made and father loved it so he kept it by him always. When he passed, he told Neytiri to give it back to me as no Na'vi going to Eywa had any use for it.

It was time to take it back. Take it from his skull and pass it onto a new part of me - someone who is pure and better than I was.

"Spider," I called to him, and he looked up at me.

"Before you, I used to be a very angry Na'vi. I hated humans. They took my sister, my father, and they held nothing but hate in their hearts. But what I had learned was that no matter what species, you are not born with that. You are born with curiosity and you are taught by those around you," He was staring up at me with those same big eyes that I first saw when he was a baby.

So small and so precious.

"So I will pass on my hatred into love, and I will give it to you," He looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"The first dagger I made, I gave to my father. When he died, I buried it in a place of hate. Now, it will be yours," His face broke out into a wide grin.

"Really?!"

"You're like my son. Who else would I give it t-" My ears flicked upwards at the sounds of multiple males and a female speaking.

"Get down!" I hissed, dragging them onto the floor behind some shrubs.

Lo'ak grabbed Tuk off of my back and I knelt down on all fours, my head tucked downwards as I peered at these people.

They are not Na'vi.

They are demons.

"What do we do?" Kiri questioned, her hand on my shoulder as my gaze turned to Lo'ak.

"Call your father, and if the demons come, then blood will spill."

You Are Mine, p. 3

Synposis: You and Quaritch are mated but your sister, Neytiri, cannot accept him

Warnings: cussing, Neytiri hating Quaritch

Usually in a situation like this, Miles Quaritch would be yelling and pissed off.

But him falling into a stream because he tried catching a fish with his bare hands and his mate laughing at him only brought him pure joy.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" Miles questioned, grabbing me by my hands and pulling me in.

I gasped as the cold water hit my skin and hit his chest playfully.

"You skxawng!"

Your laughter was heard from miles around. Neytiris' ears flicked downwards, and she growled under her breath.

"What's wrong?" Kiri questioned.

"She should not have mated with him," Neytiri expressed, "He is a bad man. He is the reason your grandfather is dead."

"Nothing could ever change what he did, mom. But I can see he's trying to make amends-"

"Nothing can-!"

"He loves her, mom!" Kiri stopped Neytiri.

"I can see it. There's a reason they met, and why Aunt (Y/N) fell in love with him. You trust your sister, and I know that my aunt would not be tricked like this," Kiri saw the love between them, and it wasn't fake. Miles Quaritch wasn't deceiving her.

But Neytiri wouldn't believe it.

He's a monster and always would be, in her eyes.

He killed their father.

"He regrets it. I can-"

"Kiri, you are young. You cannot fathom what he has done."

"It wasn't just him! I love dad, but he knew. He knew what was coming and you still love him."

"It was different-!"

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" Jake interrupted, hearing the commotion as he came home with Lo'ak and Neteyam.

"Dad, please, you have to give Miles a chance. You were once one of them, you thought like them, you even thought of us as savages," Now that hurt Jake.

"I swear to you on Eywa that he's changed. He loves (Y/N)."

"I can see it," Lo'ak spoke up.

"The way he watches her was weird, but it wasn't in a creepy way. He looks at her like you look at mom," Lo'ak told Jake, who knew the truth but it was Quaritch. He hated the natives more than anyone.

And yet he mated with one of them.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

Neytiri looked back to see him. He was wearing Na'vi clothing, he looked like Na'vi, but she knows hatred when it's infront of her.

"You will never be one of us," Neytiri sneered before walking away, Neteyam and Lo'ak following after their mother.

Miles ears fell back, knowing this wouldn't be easy.

"I don't give a damn what she tells me, but (Y/N) misses her sister. I can't stand seeing her like this," Despite how hard he's tried, he knew that all his mate wanted was for her sister to forgive her and accept him.

And the problem of the humans. They had to have figured out by now that Miles betrayed them and had to be looking.

Fighting his own spaud was going to be a bitch.

"I don't like you all that much right now either, but I know (Y/N), and she wouldn't choose if she didn't know that you've changed," Maybe she was right. Just like Jake, Miles had grown to see the beauty of Pandora and its people.

"Oh, and Miles?"

"Yes?"

Jake had punched him in the face, causing Spider and Tuk to gasp.

"That's for trying to kill me."

"Yeah, I should've seen that coming."

But before anything else, everyone heard a scream. Miles ears folded back, recognizing the voice as his (Y/N).

Him and Jake exchanged a look of worry before running in the direction of the scream.

What happened? Is she okay? Why did I leave her alone?

Thousands of thoughts were racing through his mind, regretting every second he wasn't by your side.

"Tell me who sent you!"

"Let go of me, bitch!"

Only to find (Y/N) holding Corporal Lyle by his queue and with a dagger to his throat. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth, showing that he got a good beat down in the few seconds it took them to get to her.

"Colonel! Tell this bitch to let go of me!" But then he noticed something. . .off. His Corporal wasn't in his gear but instead, he looked like one of them.

"So it's true. You did run off. For what?! Some quick native pussy?!"

Before Miles could beat the living shit out of him, an arrow shot through the brush and into his skull.

That arrow was so fast, and if Neytiri was feeling extra vengeful, she could've easily killed him. She glanced at Miles as she came out of the bush.

"You better be ready to lay down your life for her," Neytiri hissed, and (Y/N) looked towards her mate.

"Always."

Bleeding Hearts

Part 5

Everything in italics is the Na'vi language

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Five fingers is how you spot them.

They may have our skin color, our height and our queues, but they have the hands of a human and their hatred. They carry weapons that can eliminate us within seconds.

Even killing children is not out of the question for them.

"Stay close," I murmured, watching the demons closely as they looked through the shack and came across the suit and body of Colonel Quaritch.

And my blade in his skull.

The tallest male bent down and touched the arrows that had killed him. The feathers and craft were of Neytiri, but then he noticed the hilt of the dagger. He pulled it out, exposing the black dagger that I made from a baby Thanators tooth. They shed their baby teeth for their adult ones, which I used for almost all my blades.

His ears went downwards, and I almost smiled.

That's right, demon.

Be afraid.

I touched my radio, "Jake, how much longer?"

"Just a few minutes. Stay with the kids."

"Of course," I confirmed, getting uncomfortable with how close they were getting.

"Tuk, get on my back," She nodded, climbing onto me and clinging. Her small nails slightly dug into my shoulders from fear as I slowly started to back away.

"Children, we need to go," They nodded, backing away as quietly as we could before getting up.

I'm a skxang.

I should not have allowed them to be here.

"You're going to be in so much trouble!" Kiri spoke quietly towards Lo'ak.

"It's almost eclipse! Come on," I said, getting in front of them before turning back around.

But we should have never even stayed to look. I heard a rustle in front of me and my eyes widened.

"Run!" I yelled, but it was too late. The woman tried to grab Tuk from my back, but I was quick and sliced her hand.

This dagger was one of Sezes' teeth. My sister and I had identical ones so she could remember her.

And sharpening them was the correct move as her hand immediately began to bleed profusely and she cried out.

"Stay away!" I hissed, bearing my teeth as the boys pulled out their bows, and we all backed together.

"Drop it!" They kept commanding, but I kept my guard up. One hand was on Tuk while my other held my blade up in front of me.

"Ninat'ia, you need to drop it."

My ears went up as I looked at my nephews and saw that they had surrendered their weapons.

"No! I need to protect your sister!"

"Kiri," Lo'ak looked behind me and I followed his gaze. One of the demons had Kiri, and was holding her by her queue.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

I lowered my weapon and held my hands up, and I had to stop myself from crying out when I felt Tuk being torn from my back.

My queue, like the rest of the children, was grabbed and forced my head up. My eyes were frantic, watching the children being forced to their knees.

"Mawey, Tuktirey. Mawey," I told her, but she was still crying as they tugged on her queue.

"Mawey-"

"Shut up!" The demon shouted, tugging on my queue and I hissed.

"Now what have we got here," Their leader, I had assumed, had started as his eyes scanned the scene before him. He had rested his gun down, laying at his hip.

"Colonel, check it out. Four fingers. We got a half breed," The demon had held up Kiris fingers.

No.

The demon called Colonel then looked over to Lo'ak.

"Show me your fingers," He instructed, to which Lo'ak held them up in an unseemly manner.

The demon smiled, "You're his, aren't you?"

He knows Jake.

Lo'ak hissed, bearing his teeth.

"You're his, alright," His hand grabbed Lo'ak by his queue and pulled him.

"Let him go!" I shouted, my tail whipping around, but the demon held a knife to my queue.

"Where is he?"

"Sorry, I don't speak English. . .with idiots," Lo'ak growled.

"Where is your father?!" The demon spoke our language and yanked on his queue.

All he did was growl and hiss.

"Really? You want to play it this way?" He gave Lo'ak back to the other demon before heading towards Kiri.

With a knife.

"Hey! No! Don't touch her!" Spider screamed, thrashing around as my heart raced.

"Stay away!" I yelled, but all I got was mindless threats before the Colonel looked at Spider.

No.

No, no, not him.

"Spider, mawey. Mawey, my son," I looked at him, scared to death that this would be the time he would go to Eywa.

"I'll try and stop thi-"

"Shut the fuck up!" The demon then held the knife at my throat, drawing blood.

"What's your name, kid?" He observed him.

"Spider. . .Socorro," He replied, his chest rising up and down frantically.

The demon made a hand signal and he released Spider. He knelt down to look at him closer.

"Miles?" He asked carefully.

"Nobody calls me that," Spider immediately retorted.

"Well, I'll be damned. I figured they sent you back to Earth," He recognized my son, and that scared me.

Because it meant that the demon before me should be dead.

With my knife in his skull.

"You can't put babies in Cryo, dipshit."

It's him.

"Let him go! Please, he is human!" I pleaded in my best English only to get the knife pressed harder onto my skin.

His eyes jumped to me quickly, and they held a sense of disbelief as he got closer to me. His demon hand went up to my face and grabbed my chin, staring into my eyes.

"Speak again," He said, curiosity in his voice.

"Please, let Spider go," His eyes widened.

"Colonel, you recognize her?" One of them asked.

"What's your name?"

Just obey, and perhaps he may release them.

"Ninat'ia," He released my chin and got back up, his eyes on me as he touched his neck for the radio.

"Iron Sky, this is Blue," He said, his gaze still on me.

A female voice mumbled through, but I could not hear it fully.

"We're bringing in high value prisoners, and I need to put in a DNA request when we arrive for one of them," He explained while staring at me.

Almost staring into my soul.

"Auntie, I'm scared," Tuk sniffled as they began to move us.

"Mawey. I will protect you all, I promise. I'll tear out their throats with my teeth if they hurt you."

Bleeding Hearts

Part 6

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“You took everything from me,” my voice spoke through the machine he was using to watch his own death. There were tears in my eyes as I forced my dagger in his skull. My strength was able to force it in after three strikes, and his demons looked at me.

“I will do the same to you all,” I hissed at them.

The Colonel grabbed his human skull from his body and held it in his hands. It is tiny compared to the body he occupies now, and he crushed it in his hand.

“So this belongs to you,” He said without looking at me, my dagger in his hand.

He stared at it with a certain look within his eye. He looked conflicted and confused, but his own emotional turmoil did not matter to me.

“What’s the DNA request for, boss?” The demon asked him, and he finally looked at me.

“Just need to double check something when we get back,” He told him, avoiding the question as he continued to stare at me. He was studying my face, almost as if he had seen me before.

The eclipse had dawned upon us, and I started to think of what to do before their leader could take us with them. Their weapons are made for fast moving targets, so unless they were distracted, we could not just run. Tuk is still too small to defend herself, so I would have to prioritize her safety before anything else.

“Show me your hands,” the Colonel told me, to which I held them down.

He grabbed both my hands by my wrist while the other held me by my queue, and I clenched my jaw.

“Only three fingers,” he muttered to himself, and then looked at me. His hand reached for my hair and I tried to scoot away.

“Stay!” The demon demanded, his gun being held at the back of my neck.

My ears folded back to avoid his unholy hand, and grabbed a feather from my hair. It was one that Neytiri had braided into my hair.

“Do you know her?” He held up the feather and then the end of my sister's bow.

Which had the same feather.

“I will tear out your vocal cords and feed them to Zephyr,” I replied, my voice low and dangerous as it started to rain.

“Do. . .do you know where. . .” He tried to communicate with me but was frustrated.

The other demons could sense this and grabbed Kiri. They grabbed her by her restraints and held a gun to her temple.

“Kiri!” I yelled in a panic.

“Answer him or she gets a bullet,” Kiri whimpered, closing her eyes.

“It was a gift from my sister. She is the first woman to kill you,” I answered.

“The first?” the Colonel questioned.

I said nothing but stared at him. He was no man, nor could he ever dream to be Na’vi - he wears our skin but is nothing but hollow within.

That is why they are demons.

He got up and the feather hung between his fingers, keeping it in place. Before I could try and figure out my own plan, a call came deep within the forest.

Neytiri.

I had to keep a smile from approaching on my lips as the children recognized their mothers call. The demons assumed it was some animal, but they would regret ignoring the calls of a mother.

“Watch our six,” the Colonel told them and started to walk away. I was beside Kiri and Spider, being held by a demon woman.

My sister's calls were growing stronger, meaning she was growing closer.

Kiri started to pray to Eywa, hoping that we would all make it out alive. The demon yanked her hair, telling her to be quiet, but she ignored him. One last pull, I knew he had made a grave mistake.

And Neytiris’ arrow struck through his skull. The demon woman panicked, and her grip on me loosened. I turned around as she started firing her weapon into the trees and pushed it upwards. It avoided Neytiri completely, and I bit her wrist.

“Shit!” She yelled out in pain, letting her weapon out of her grasp as my fangs punctured her skin.

As she swung out at me, I ducked and ran into the forest. The eclipse would not be over for an hour and the darkness covered me well. I could smell the gas bomb that Lo’ak released, and climbed further into the trees.

The gunfire that once crowded my hearing had now ceased, and my ears flickered at the sound of a gun being reloaded.

He is beneath me.

One look downwards, and he was beneath the tree I had hidden myself in. The revived demon, the one responsible for my fathers death and for my familys’ grief.

“That you, Mrs. Sully? I recognized your calling card,” He called out to her, and I spotted my dagger in his pocket.

“Why don’t you come on out, Mrs. Sully? You and I, we’ve got some unfinished business.”

You will die before you reach her.

“Demon! I will kill you as many times as I have to!” She yelled out.

“Guess you’ve been pretty busy! Got yourself a whole litter of half-breeds! I met your sister too! She’s a real fiery one! I think we’d get along great,” He was taunting her, trying to coax her out.

My chance for revenge came as the guns sounded, and he got up to take his shot.

She was the first, and I will be the last.

I jumped down onto him, forcing my feet off of the tree and collided with his body. We fell downwards, and as he scrambled to try and get me away, I bit his neck.

I remained ontop of him as his hands went to my shoulders, trying to force me off, but the harder he pushed, the more blood I could taste.

He elbowed my throat, to which I gasped and let go, but I had grabbed my dagger and held it at his throat.

“Neytiri was the first, but I will be the last,” I sneered, forcing my thumb inside of his neck wound, and he cried out.

“Any last words, demon?” I brought up my dagger, ready to pierce his heart.

“Nina, I’m sorry.”

I was caught off guard, and that day, I would not have my revenge. Just as I was confused by his answer and the look of despair in his eyes, a gunshot sounded and my eyes widened.

The grip on my dagger loosened and it fell as I grabbed my shoulder. It was throbbing with pain and when I looked at my hand, it was covered in blood.

A sharp pain came from behind me, and all I could see was darkness.

Bleeding Hearts

Part 7

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Miles pov

Years ago, on Earth. . .

The love of my life was dying.

At the age of ten, my love was diagnosed with lung cancer. It was unexpected, and it happened over the course of a week.

During class, she started to seize and she was taken away in an ambulance. Her lungs were filled with liquid and with hundreds of tests done, it was confirmed she has stage two lung cancer.

She was pulled out of school, but that didn't keep me from her. Every day, like clockwork, I took a bus to the hospital to visit room 23.

And over the course of a few years, she kept getting worse.

Her parents didn't want her to do chemo, but it was her only chance of living. Her eyes were sunken in, but the sparkle was still there. Her spirit was breaking but she was still smiling. Her curly hair was coming off in clumps but she insisted she looked better bald.

I wanted to see her get better.

I wanted to see her out of here.

"Nina," I said one day, catching her attention as the nurse finished taking her blood.

"Yes?"

"Once you're better, I'm gonna marry you," Her eyes widened.

"Wh-what the fuck? Miles, don't joke about stuff like that-"

"I'm not joking. I love you, and I've been in love with you since we were kids. I'll join the military and get us a house, and you'll never have to worry about anything ever again, I swear to you," She started to cry and at first, I thought my feelings weren't reciprocated.

But she kissed me and said yes.

I had asked her fathers permission beforehand. I wanted him to know that his daughter would be taken care of, and that I would always be by her side. Her mother was hesitant, but they both knew that if I waited any longer, I would regret never telling her.

Date nights were spent in her room. I would pick up her favorites and new things to try, just to see the reaction on her face when she found something else she liked.

One night, I had fallen asleep in the room. I was going to head home, since visiting hours were done, but she wanted me to stay.

I fell asleep with her hand in mine, my back getting used to the chair I would find myself taking naps in.

Suddenly, I heard a blaring alarm. My eyes snapped open and turned to Nina, who was seizing.

“Nina!” I tried running to her side but doctors were already forcing me out. Her eyes were on mine as I was being dragged out, and she tried speaking but no words would leave her lips.

“Please, help her!”

“You can’t be in here, Miles,” One of the nurses said, closing the door infront of me. I rushed to the side window, trying to see what was going on and luckily, they didn’t close the blinds. They turned her on her side, forcing out her IV and her body wouldn’t stop shaking.

You’ll be okay.

They’ll save you, just like they always do.

But her heart rate was going down. Rapidly.

“Hey!” I screamed, banging on the glass.

“Hey, don’t you give up on me! Nina, you need to fight!” Love can make you blind. I was so convinced that she would be out of there that I ignored how skinny she had gotten, and how pale she was. I wanted so badly to believe that she would get out so I could marry her that I didn’t even see it.

She wanted to die.

She was tired of fighting.

And it stopped.

The monitor that always beeps repeatedly, all day and everyday, had stopped.

That’s when the screaming started. I wanted it to be a nightmare. I wanted to wake up as my fists repeatedly hit the glass window, ignoring the pain and the blood. I couldn’t see reason because there couldn’t be any good one. What reason was there to take such a beautiful person away? What reason was there to take her away?

Why couldn’t I just see her smile one more time?

All those thoughts were racing through my mind as I stared at the DNA results infront of me.

Ninat’ia, a Na’vi, perfectly matched the DNA results of Nina Gonzales, who died in 2120.

This felt like a punch to the gut. Like the world was saying “fuck you”.

“Anything come up?” General Ardmore questioned from the doorway.

“Nah, just some bullshit,” I replied, trying to keep my composure as I clicked delete.

Just absolute bullshit.

Bleeding Hearts

Part 8

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A groan left my lips as my eyes opened but closed quickly as a blinding light pierced me.

"She's waking up."

The small blobs soon turned into sky people, and I tried to get up. My wrists and ankles were yanked downwards, and my back fell against the table.

They think they can hold me.

“Mom!”

Before I could demand to be released or I would have their heads, Spider's voice rang out in the room as the humans began to back away.

“Son, are you okay? Have they harmed you?” I ignored the beginnings of the small pain in my shoulder, trying to move myself and looking for a way to cut myself free of these restraints.

“Yes, but they-”

“Speak English!” Another voice interrupted.

“Yes, I’m fine, but they need you to cooperate. They want you to say if you feel any pain in your shoulder,” He said, sounding concerned and I looked downwards. My shoulder was freshly wrapped in bandages, and it ached.

“It hurts but not as bad as when they shot me,” I made sure to add, glaring at this mirror, which only reflected myself. I knew these things and that they could see me, but I could not see them.

“Mom, you need to escape! They-” But his urgent voice was cut off, and I could hear a struggle. My tail began to flick around, and my eyes searched around. A vent, right above me. I heard no further noises, and the humans here previously had left.

I had no children of my own, so when Spider was born and I had heard his mother was sent back to Earth, I wanted to meet him. I had never seen a human baby, and he had fit so perfectly in the palm of my hand. Spider felt so close to me as he grew, and even now, he can only hold one finger of mine. When he was growing up, he had seen me one day and shouted for me. I did not understand whfat he was saying until Jake pointed out that he was calling me his mom. I had no mate, so thereor, I had no child of my own. I felt wrong being called a mother, but with his smile and brave heart, it was hard to correct him.

And they just took my son from me.

My gaze darkened as I calmly stopped my frantic movement, and rested my hands on the restraints on my wrists.

And ripped it.

“If there are any marks on my son, I will have to resort to skinning you alive and letting my Ikran feed on you while you still breathe,” I proclaimed, and it only took a few moments before the door clicked and opened.

And Spider ran into my arms.

“That was risky, Spider. I do not want any harm to come to you,” I said.

“I know. . .I can’t fight like you can. You would have had a better chance at escape,” He confessed, and I held his face in my hand.

“And leave you behind? I would rather die.”

I was unaware of the male presence in the room. He was watching as I caressed his head and hugged him. My body, so much larger than Spiders, was practically towering over him during our embrace. Spider, clearly a human boy, was calling me his mother.

Like how he had wanted Nina to be the mother to his children.

Before he could see anymore, he cleared his throat.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you to your cell,” He dangled hand restraints, smiling like a demon.

“Is that really necessary?” Spider asked.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m haboring a Na’vi who almost ripped my throat out. So yeah, kid, it is,” He gestured to his throat, which had a giant bandage on top of the area that my teeth had latched onto.

I should have tried harder.

Then we would not be here.

I held out my hands, and a demon entered to grab Spider and take him away. I obeyed, not wishing to risk his safety, as the Colonel put the restraints on my wrists.

“Good girl,” He smirked, and my ears folded back as I hissed.

“I will not hesitate next time.”

“Now how are we supposed to communicate if you keep threatening me in Na’vi?”

“I have no intention of communicating with any of you,” I replied.

“You will if you want Spider to remain unharmed,” He yanked on my restraints, pulling me off the table and I said nothing in return.

I stayed silent as he escorted me across the mechanical building. I know that they want Jake, but if they find Jake, then my sister will surely follow. She is a warrior, and she will not simply let them take her Jake. Then the kids. I hated how risky they were, but they are brave and follow their heart's instincts before their own minds.

“Check it out,” I heard a whisper, and glanced to see the demon squad who had dared to hold weapons to the children.

I ignored them, staying put when the Colonel scanned an object and the door opened.

If I can manage to get him close enough, I can get us out.

But before I could go inside, I felt a poke on my back and looked behind me.

And a fist hit my nose.

“That’s for Colonel, you crazy bitch!” My back hit the wall and I touched my nose, feeling the warmth of the blood coming out.

“You show her, Lyle!”

“God fucking damnit,” The Colonel said to himself as he went to help me up, “what’s the matter with you?!”

“Everybody calm down! Return back to your stations,” A demon woman commanded as I pushed Colonel away, and got up myself. The demon was smiling, like he was a man for hitting me.

I waited until I walked inside and turned around to look at him. I knew he was watching me, and I put my foot in the way before it could close. I met his gaze, blood dripping from my nose, and claimed, “hope that made you gain an inch, but you will still have to suck your own dick since no woman will.”

Bleeding Hearts

Part 9

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"Miles, I love you," a girl's voice echoed.

"I love you more," then a boy.

"I know," she giggled.

These dreams are not meant for Na'vi like me.

Only Tsahik.

Which is why I did not understand why I was getting them. Neytiri is the next Tsahik, not me. Yet I was receiving memories or visions from Eywa. I did not know these voices but what I did know is that once I opened my eyes, I would have to face my reality.

My ears perked up but I did not open my eyes. I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me, but relied on my instincts to keep pretending to be asleep.

Something metal was set down on the table, and the footsteps were about to walk away but hesitated. Whoever was in here did not wish to leave quite yet as they got closer and closer.

I felt breathing on my face and a hand touching my cheek. A sigh was heard from the person before me. My ears betrayed me as they moved and the person revealed themselves.

"Wakey, wakey!" He patted my cheek and I growled, opening my eyes and glaring at him.

"Lab coats have requested I bring you in for some information. After you eat, of course,” His hand gestured to the metal thing on the table. I eyed him suspiciously before walking towards it, and my ears flattened.

“No.”

“No?”

“This is disgusting,” I could not believe humans ate like this.

“It’s just some egg. Never had an egg before, sweetheart?” He asked, his arms crossed.

“Do not refer to me like that. My name is Ninat’ia,” I growled, determined to be hostile towards him the entire time I was imprisoned here.

He looked me up and down, a certain look within his eyes before he held out his hand.

“Go on, shake my hand,” I eyed him, hesitant as I moved my hand towards his and it engulfed my own.

“Nice to meet you, Ninat’ia. My name is Miles Quaritch. Think we can start over?” He asked, still holding my hand in his and trying to be friendly.

But I would not fall for his tricks.

“I would rather die.”

Before I could pull my hand away, he cuffed my wrist.

“Can’t have you running away,” He stated, waiting for my other wrist and I allowed him to cuff it. He had me pulled alongside him, and as we were passing the demons, I found the one who hit me yesterday and lifted my hands up to flip him off.

As I have learned from the human race, all males have a fragile ego and he tried to come after me. The female stopped him and whispered something to him.

“I do apologize for Corporals behavior,” Miles Quaritch spoke up, “he was just defending me but-”

“Defending you? Does the male ego need so much defending? Does yours, Miles Quaritch?” I taunted, making him stop and look down at me. I held my gaze, not daring to give in.

“If you had let me finish,” He tugged me closer, and my face was inches from his. But his gaze softened as he stared at me, “but that does not give him the right to hit a lady.”

“I guess I do not feel so bad for your mate, then,” I commented as we continued until we entered a room full of demons in strange white clothes.

“My what?”

“Your-”

“Mom!”

Hearing Spider scream made me jump and I found him getting strapped down to a machine.

“Spider! What are they doing to him?!” I demanded, my tail becoming frantic.

“Just need some information, it shouldn’t take long,” He said it like Spider wasn’t so scared. I whimpered, watching as it started to spin around his head. The demon woman approached him and started to ask him questions.

“Where is the location of Jake Sully?”

“I don’t know!”

“Is it one of the mountains?”

“I don’t know!”

The questions were all to expose Jake's location. But if he gave it up, then Neytiri and the children would not simply run away. They will fight.

And they will die.

His screaming became more pain-filled, and his eyes were forced to take in the bright and rapid lights before him

“Stop this! Can’t you see he’s in pain?!” I yelled at the demons but they had no desire to help.

“Miles Quaritch, please help him. Please, he is your son,” I pleaded, trying to make him sympathetic. If he even had that capability.

“I can’t,” But his Na’vi body gave him away. The ears tucking downwards and his tail having no movement meant he was sad and did not want this either.

“Then I will,” He looked confused but while he was not looking, I used my nails to take off the first restraint on my wrist. His eyes widened as I grabbed a large red container, but quickly grabbed my hands.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“Do not test me, Colonel,” I did not care what happened to me, so long as Spider was safe.

“Fine, but don’t you move,” He marched away, his boots thumping as he made his way to stop this and smashed down a red button.

He leaned in to tell her something and she turned to me. Her eyes widened as she realized that I was no longer restrained.

“And what is she doing out of her hand cuffs?!”

“She agreed to comply so long as Spider isn’t harmed-”

“I don’t give a shit was she says. If I’m not getting information, then she says in her cuffs. Is that clear, Colonel?” She said to him, her voice loud, like she was trying to overcome his new Na’vi stature.

“Crystal,” He nodded, his hand up at his brow but when she walked away, he looked at me. He beckoned me with his finger and Spider ran up to me and wrapped his arms around my legs. His body was shaking and he had a nosebleed.

But before I could console him, he was dragged away from me. I lurched forward to grab him, but Miles Quaritch grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“I will kill them. All of them,” I growled, feeling like I was shaking with rage.

He dragged me towards an empty hallway before forcing me against the wall, his hand having a strong grip on me.

“You almost got me sacked,” He pointed an accusatory finger at me.

“You just cannot admit that you want to fix things between you and Spider,” I retorted.

“If you or the boy don’t give me diddly squat, they will see no use for you two. Spider will be the first to go, do you really want that?”

“I will never tell you where Jake is,” I hissed.

“Look, I’m not stupid. I know you would never give up his location, but if you don’t start proving your use, they won’t hesitate to kill you both and go after the kids again,” I did not care about my own life, but if they had ever layed another hand on them, I would lose all reason.

I straightened myself and looked into his eyes, knowing that eyes do not tell lies.

“So you do care about him,” he only chuckled darkly before pulling out another set of cuffs and putting them on me.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what I care about.”

“Then I guess I will have to find out,” I challenged.

Bleeding Hearts

Part 10

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I had refused food.

Again.

What they called ‘food’ was nowhere near anything enough to nourish my body. It smelled awful and looked like it would make me sick.

I ignored the growling in my stomach as I heard the familiar click of the door and Miles Quaritch came in with cuffs at his side.

“Still ain’t eating?” He questioned, seeing the untouched food.

“Your food is not nourishing for the body,” I said, and approached him. His eyes watched me as I had my hands reached outwards, and looked up at him.

“May I?” 

“Go right ahead, sweetheart,” I glared at him but continued.

“Your body is Na’vi now. We are stronger, faster and much larger compared to humans,” I said, feeling his stomach and upper chest. 

“You need to nourish it like a Na’vi now, not this shit you call food. You may be strong, but this physique will wear off if you do not eat properly,” I explained, feeling his waistline and up to his back. He’s stronger than most Na’vi males I have met, but it will not last.

“Pretty sure your husband wouldn’t take a liking to his lady touching me,” He said, and I looked up at him.

“I am not mated.”

“But the little one on your back-”

“She is Tuktirey, Jake and Neytiris’ youngest,” I interrupted, “I have not found myself a male I have connected with. Any males I did know died during the battle.”

“How does that work?” His question seemed genuine, so I answered. I gently grabbed his queue and held it up to him.

“When you have found someone whom you cherish and love, you connect your queues together. Then, you are mated for life. That is a big difference I have found in our cultures.”

“How do you know that you will always love them?” He asked, staring at me.

“That is a concept you humans can never understand. You use eachother for pleasure. We bond through life experiences and conversation. We cherish life, and we cherish one another. It is a bond most treasured, and something I hope to have for myself. . .when the time is right,” I finished.

"Which is why your mission is futile. You will kill our home, just like you did yours," I moved away from him, my touch no longer on his warm body.

"You just don't want us here."

"I wonder why," I mused.

"Why are you here? You brought me nothing and you have no restraints," I asked, as if I was busy with anything else.

"It's your lucky day because you get to go outside," He said, pulling out a round device, "but you'll need to wear this."

No.

"I am not wearing such a thing," My ears folded back.

He sighed, "you gotta cooperate or the General will have me shackle you."

I stared at the device, knowing that if I put it on, I could be forever tracked and have no way of taking it off. They could use it to hurt me, and do unspeakable things.

"Only if I can hunt."

Wearing a collar was humiliating. I could feel the demons smiling at me as I passed, knowing that I was now under their grasp. They wish to bind me and chain me. They are disgusting and do horrible things, and yet call us savages? 

"Ninat'ia!"

My ears sprang up, finally bringing myself back to reality.

"What?" I said, having been on my own little island in my mind the entire way here.

"You gonna show us how to hunt or what?" 

"We can't give her a gun, Colonel," His Corporal said, and I scoffed.

"We do not use primitive weapons to kill. If you wish to think like Na'vi, the first lesson is that all energy is borrowed. Once you die, that energy returns back to Eywa," I explained, walking towards a fallen tree.

"The moss on it, the cracks, the holes - it is now a home and shelter to the animals. Even after death, you bring balance."

"After you have incapacitated the animal, you put it to rest with a dagger to the heart so it doesn't suffer," Spider finished, having learned this lesson when he was only seven. 

As my eyes traveled over them, their spirits were elsewhere. They were not even listening.

They were bored.

And they were pissing me off.

With a huff, I grabbed my dagger from Miles Quaritch vest and threw it into a tree. It was a bird, small enough for a teenager to fill up on, and it fell right in front of us.

"Less boring now?!" I snapped before marching off, ignoring the calls for me. 

Tears welled up in my eyes as I started to run. I didn't want this. I just wanted to be home. I wanted to be with mother and Spider and my sister. I want to be free.

"Ninat'ia!"

Miles Quaritch is quick on his feet. He manages to grab me but I quickly whip around with a slap to his face.

"Why?! Why are you even trying?!" I screamed, "you will destroy us! You will kill Eywa!"

"Hey, hey. I need you to-"

"It is not our fault you destroyed your home!" I didn't care if he could kill me. 

I was tired.

I wanted this to stop.

"And now you will destroy ours. You will kill Eywa!" I cried, hitting his chest and he did nothing. He let me hit him, let me scream and cry.

His hand reached out for my shoulder, but I pulled back, "you are all demons."

"I know. . ." 

"I do not care what happens to me, but I will kill you. I will not stop until your blood is on my hands," I swore before him, my eyes bleeding into his soul.

He said nothing but moved forward, bringing my head to his chest as I did nothing but cry.

Cry for my family, for my home.

For Eywa.

Bleeding Hearts

Part 11

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“Lie si oe Neteyamur

Nawma sa'nokur mìfa oeyä

Atanti ngal molunge

Mipa tìreyti, mipa 'itanti

Lawnol a mì te'lan

Lawnol a mì te'lan

Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, tonìri-”

I felt like my spirit was breaking apart. I felt that I had lost my connection to Eywa, or that I was losing a part of myself trapped in this cage. Spider seemed to be welcomed with them, which I despised, but atleast he felt some peace while a constant fight was raging within me.

It was the middle of the night, so when I heard the door click, I immediately backed away into a corner.

“I’ll stop,” I told him.

“That was you?” He questioned.

“Yes.”

“Oh. . .it sounds nice,” He was trying to appeal to me.

“Liar,” I retorted.

“I don’t hate everything-” When he started towards me, I forced my back to the wall and he stopped.

His eyes looked concerned and worried. Perhaps for me, or perhaps he was faking it. 

Either way, I could not trust him.

“Look, I’ll put these here,” He set down his weapon and pushed it to his side of the wall, as well as the rtestraints. “And you tell me what you were singing.”

“Why are you so interested?” I questioned, sitting across from him. Sure, he could have done this to try and get me in a vulnerable position, but I know my own strength.

And a dying animal is the most dangerous.

“Couldn’t sleep, and then I heard a little voice singing.”

I raised my brow, “you are bored. That is not interest.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “sing and I’ll be out of your hair.”

I eyed him but I had nothing else to do. So if this got him far from me, then so be it.

“Lie si oe Neteyamur

Nawma sa'nokur mìfa oeyä

Atanti ngal molunge

Mipa tìreyti, mipa 'itanti

Lawnol a mì te'lan

Lawnol a mì te'lan”

I stopped momentarily to catch a small breath, but found him staring at me.

“Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, tonìri tìreyä

Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, srrìri tìreyä

Ma Eywa

Ma Eywa

Zola'u nìprrte' ma Kiri

Ngati oel munge soaiane

Lie si oe atanur

Pähem parul, tì'ongokx 'awtuta

Lawnol a mì te'lan

Lawnol a mì te'lan”

He didn’t break eye contact. It felt like a stare of wonder and awe rather than one of disgust.

And it made me feel weird.

“Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, tonìri tìreyä

Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, srrìri tìreyä

Ma Eywa

Ma Eywa.”

I finished, feeling better but Miles Quaritch still looked at me. 

“You may leave now,” I said, breaking the silence and it felt like he finally blinked.

“Oh, right,” He said, smiling awkwardly and getting up to take his leave. The air felt suffocating as he grabbed his weapons and set them back onto his vest.

“What does it mean?” He asked as he turned to look at me, still trying to look uninterested.

“It is a songcord. You make one for your child when they are born, and it continues on as they grow.”

“I thought you said you didn’t have a little one,” He said, his ears folding back.

“It is for Neteyam, my sisters eldest. I would sing it to him to lull him to sleep when his parents had date night,” I explained, gathering myself to sleep on the uncomfortable floor again.

“Oh.”

That damn silence. 

As the door clicked again, and he stepped out, he asked, “what. . .what would you name your son?”

“I would have to discuss that with my mate,” even though names are so sacred, I still did not wish to see him go, “but if I had a son, I think I would like Silas.”

He looked at me like I had just said the name of a dead mate. Like I was a spirit who came before him.

“That’s beautiful, Ninat’ia. Goodnight,” Was all he could manage to get out before walking away, and the door clicking behind him.

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.”