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Let me tell you, everytime I saw Miles Quaritch on the big screen I had to bite my knuckle and cross my legs tight, because the theatre was super full of people and if I giggled at seeing my angry kitty blue man I would’ve died from embarrassment. I was sincerely just captivated by him and tried to focus on his plot instead of only his voice and body 😭🫣 THATS MY SHAME CONFESSION EVERYONE!!

Why so blue

Prologue, one, two, three, four

Chapter 5

We gonna start making friendship bracelets or not?

(probably noticed but i'm the only one proof reading this and I have very little vision left! though considering that i think im doing a pretty good job but sorry for any misspellings or grammatical errors)

also i swear more Quaritch content is coming but this is a slow burn, and we're not even simmering yet

You gave up after five fish. You'd been trying to let Lyle catch at least one before you headed back but the sun was dipping low and he was hopeless.

"We're done." You smiled over at him. He pouted and looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Aww come on I'm this close!"

"This close to stabbing your own foot. We have plenty, thank the water for a feast and move on."

"Whatever" Lyle scowled as he passed you, knocking roughly against your shoulder as he passed. You had forgotten for a moment what he was. This was a recom, a demon soul in false flesh. You felt stupid for letting yourself have fun with him, he didn't respect the life around him. No wonder he'd done so poorly fishing, the water itself knew not to let him succeed,  perhaps it hoped he'd starve. You said you're prayer over the fish, Spider by your side echoing your words. It warmed you to see him like this.

When he'd joined you on his first trip past the camp into the forests to search for medicine plants, he'd been so eager to learn. He followed in your footsteps and took on all the wisdom you offered. He had been upset to find out he'd never connect to the spirit tree like the other children had but you'd shown him the way he could still feel the life of the planet. It was in the food and drink that nourished him, in the shelter the canopies provided and when he died his own flesh would nourish the land in turn. He'd not been as enthusiastic about that last part but seemed to resign himself. On quiet nights he'd even whisper about moments he swore he could feel the breathe of Eywa through the trees.

You headed over to the fire and to Quaritch. He seemed distracted when you presented the fish, passing them off quickly and making some jeer about your ability. You waited a moment but he seemed lost in thought and did not re cuff you, nor did he take your blade. Deciding to let this last as long as possible you moved to sit on Spider's other side, giving yourself space between you and your sons father.

He bothered you a lot. He was clearly a powerful man, a leader and a fighter. He also seemed no stranger to cruelty, though you'd not have guessed that if you had only seen the way he was with Spider. He regarded him fondly, even now absentmindedly leaning gently against him. You didn't like it, you were starting to smell him on your Spider. It felt wrong for his scent to be mixed with Spider's and your own. That kind of thing should be reserved for kin or at least mates.

You were startled out of thought when Zdog sat on your other side. She didn't acknowledge you, too busy picking at a chunk of wood with her knife. It looked like some kind of creature, large body with small ears and big claws, all be it crudely carved so you weren't sure. The knife she used was clearly far to big for such a craft, over half the length of her forearm and with a serrated edge. It was expertly crafted you had to admit, the smooth black material wasn't like anything you'd seen before.

Mansk approached with the cooked fish, Spider took his and you had to catch yours as he scurried away. He looked between you and Quaritch, ears tipped and tail whipping. You wondered why he was so agitated, though Quaritch's dark expression maybe frightened him too. You turned your gaze away from him again, desperate for anything to focus on instead of his burning eyes glowing in the fire light.

Zdog's arms caught your attention. Swirling colourful tattoos traced from her shoulders down onto her hands. Each knuckle even had a small shape etched just bellow it on her fingers. You'd seen elders of your people get them done, for your kind it was a way of preserving memories and stories but they'd always been done in purely black inks.

"You gotta problem?" You looked up to see Zdog scowling at you. You panicked, you didn't want her drawing Quaritch's attention to you and you didn't want to break your word to Spider. Shakily you decided it'd be best to respond.

"They're incredible" you gestured, hoping the compliment would ease her. To your relief it seemed to, her frown lessened and she let out a humorless laugh.

"Thought when I woke up like this I thought I might have finally ridden myself of this one" She lifted her shirt revealing a fish like creature over her belly button. "Though maybe I should be more annoyed that some asshole back home redid my tramp stamp"

She'd lost you at the end there but you just nodded. Hoping to appease her.

"hey let me see that." Before you could protest She'd reached over and unsheathed the knife from its holster on your chest.

"Damn! Been a while since I've seen your kinds handy work up close. Kinda pretty for a blade? Any good?" She held your blade up to the fire, admiring the opalescent blade and carved handle.

"It was my teachers, it's for craft so it's not so durable." You worried as she held it. This was one of the few things of home you had. Lyle still had everything else in your late mothers satchel. Your tail thrashed behind you as you fidgeted. Zdog ran a finger down the side, poking the notch you used to cut thread.

"ahh no good for this then" She tossed you her carving, keeping hold of your blade. You caught it but figured you were unlikely to get your knife back now.

"I don't recognize it, nor the other animals tattooed on you" Zdogs ears perked up and she smiled a toothy grin.

"These are animals from Earth! Long extinct but my Dad took me to the clone zoos to see a real bear" her tone boastful.

She pointed at her carving, something in her expression had softened recalling her own father. It felt to far to intimate for you now, she was not your friend, just another demon. You turned your attention to the fish and began eating. She'd so casually mention that these animals were long gone but still wanted to preserve them? How could they live in such a world were entire species died. Though you thought some must have cared, why else would they try to bring them back. The humans must be a deeply regretful people, perhaps they felt guilty for killing their mother Earth.

Zdog continued your light conversation throughout the meal, seeming undeterred by you short responses, happy to carry the conversation. You discovered that colourful dyes were common amongst their people and that tattoos held different meanings depending on the individual. Her's were done to spite her elders. She'd also tossed your knife back after eating, complaining it was too small and pathetic for her. You gladly returned it to your holster and sighed stretching out. Quaritch approached as the group began to setting for the night. He knelt in front of you, your breathe hitched as he held your gaze. Suddenly he was grabbing your wrists roughly to recuff them.

"incase you get any ideas about wandering off" he'd drawled out focusing intently on your face. You couldn't respond, your throat had become so tight you couldn't even swallow. He turned first, standing and swaggering away. You let out the breathe you didn't realize you'd been holding in. Spider laid a warm hand on your forearm, helping you up and over to where he'd chosen to rest.

Sleep wouldn't come for some hours. You lay near Spider, your back to the mountains and the recoms all in front of you. Quaritch hadn't said a word to you since cuffing you but continued a close watch and choosing to rest on Spider's other side. You'd tried to keep your eyes focused on Spider and his soft snores, then you'd tried to watch the recoms. Zdog snored, Mansk seemed to keep twitching, where as Lyle might have died for how still he seemed. Eventually you decided to just turn over and stare up into the stars. You could still feel his gaze on you but could no longer see him in the peripherals. Out there was his star, Jake had pointed it out years back but you couldn't recall which one. How strange it must be, to be so far from home.

The next morning you were uncuffed. Quaritch had gripped you elbow tightly.

"Stay close"

The group began the assent. Spider nimbly climbing up, shouting mockery down at the recoms bellow. Quaritch had demanded you keep to the middle of the pack. He and Zdog climbed above and Mansk and Lyle bellow.

"Wow, what a view" Lyle spoke bellow you, you'd looked down only to find him staring back up at you. Your face flared and you turned back to climbing. Disgusted you wished you could hit him, but you were playing nice so you were left to stew in your growing hatred for this demon in particular. Maybe you could knock a rock loose above his big bald head.

Your arms began to feel heavy and burned with exertion. You imagined the demons felt worse than you, you were far more experienced at this, this thought amused you. You'd have reached the nests by now if you weren't pacing with them. A few pebbles bounced off your head before you heard a scream. Above you Zdog had pulled on a loose vine and was now tumbling down unable to grab hold of anything. Before she could wiz past you, you extended your arms out, locking your knees around the vines and managed to grip her wrists. Your arms felt like they'd pop out the sockets when you stopped her fall, she loosely hung from you. Her hands gripped your forearms tightly as she looked up, pupils like pinpricks she looked terrified. You smiled down at her, hoping to reassure her. You'd kept your legs wrapped around your own vines and using your core you began to swing her.

"Grab the ledge" You shouted down to her. She nodded quickly and helped swing you both using her legs. When her body got close enough she hooked her thighs around the plant life then letting go one hand at a time grabbed onto the rock ledge. You pulled up quickly so the momentum didn't smash you against the cliff side she held onto.

"Jesus Christ!" Lyle exclaimed for bellow. You looked up to Quaritch. His face was pale but his expression unreadable. Spider gave you a thumbs up, looking relieved, before continuing the climb.

Zdog climbed over towards you as soon as she could. Then just above you the rest of the way, looking down to you frequently and very carefully tugging plants before using them to climb further. When you reached the summit she pulled you up and into a tight hug. You froze, unable to fully comprehend what was happening. She pulled back, eyes just a little glassy in the fading light.

"Thanks" She smiled wide, her expression soft and sincere.

"Anytime" you responded, still dazed and confused feeling. She moved quickly away from the edge, lightly pulling you along with her, to be as far from any edge as possible. The top of this floating rock was wide enough not to cause concern for falling but you didn't say anything to Zdog. Quaritch watched you both, you were still unsure of his expression but you'd decided it was somewhere between appreciation and anger. He confused you greatly, his attitude to you made no sense. When he'd captured you he wanted to keep you, but then seemed angry to have you around. You wanted to know what his problem with you was, if you were such a problem why didn't he just kill you or let you go. If he wanted you here, then why? They had Spider's cooperation before you'd turned up, what purpose did he have for you. Part of you didn't want to know, even if it would clear your mind it couldn't be good.

Zdog sat with you the whole evening, hissing at Lyle when he'd made some comment on your figure. You felt at ease with her, she seemed to have decided you were her friend now and you wondered if it was really such a bad thing to befriend these people? Maybe Spider's plan wasn't so foolish, befriend them, show them your worlds beauty and turn an enemy into an ally, After all humans had been made to see the way before.

Ye pls someone explain this shit 🤣

The Lie of Providence - Chapter 1 - Dreamweaver

word count: 1257

Rating: Adult, Explicit (eventually) Pairing: Recom Miles Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi Reader Tags/Warnings: Slow Burn, Romance, Redemption Arc, Angst, Comfort, Family, Sibling Shenanigans, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Dreams don't make sense, Eywa is testing you and you have not studied (chapters will come with their own tags/warnings if need be) Author's Note: I don't know what I'm doing LMAO! I havn't written fanfic in over a decade?? But I keep reading deliectable Quaritch x Reader fics so I got inspired to try my own! I hope you enjoy :)

"blue text" is spoken Na'vi. 'Italics' are inner thoughts.

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The first dream comes when you are 6. The nestling warmth of your family is suddenly gone; replaced with a thick humidity. It clings to you, wrapped almost too tightly. Awareness seeps into you as you realize you are no longer in your family’s embrace. You’re somewhere high up on a cliff, and in the distance you can see a large Home Tree.

Is that the old tree of the Clan? Strange. You’ve seen the large fallen tree when your parents flew you over and explained a little bit of where your clan used to live. But this tree is standing upright and strong. It’s so far away though.

A huff to your left immediately interrupts your thoughts. You head quickly snaps to the direction of the sound and you freeze. A few feet in front of you, someone is standing near the cliff edge. No tail. No blue skin. And far to big for his height to be another kid. This is no Na’vi. That is one of the sky people.

Your voice is caught in your throat, you don’t recognise this stranger from any of the Sky People at Hell’s Gate. He stands with his arms crossed and back to you. His hair is as white as your skin, while his skin is dark as though he’d been out in the sun far too long.

“That is one big damn tree.” You hear him say though the words have no meaning to you. Deciding you’d rather be anywhere but here you attempt so silently back away.

However, in your retreat you happen to knock a few stray pebbles abound. The sound attracts the man’s attention, and with a quickness you weren’t expecting he’s turned to look behind him.

Your eyes meet instantly as he says, “Who the hell’re you?”

And so you fall into darkness with a scream.

You wake up crying soon after; your cries alerting you mother and father and even little Neteyam; though he was more upset about the noise rather than you crying.

“[Y/N], my little atokirina, what’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream?” your mother whispers to you and she holds you tightly to her chest rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

You explain to your parents through sobs your encounter with the scary looking man from the Sky People. You don’t see the concerned look they share with each other. After a beat of silence your mother tells you not to worry, it was only a dream, and that she and your father will always be there to protect you. The Bad Sky People left a long time ago.

You fall asleep to the quiet lull of your mother’s voice as she sings you a prayer to Eywa for pleasant dreams.

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You don’t see the man, ‘Human’ as your father explained was the word in the Sky People’s language, again for a long while.

The next dream visits you when you are 7.

You recognise the colourless expanse of Hells Gate. Maybe you’ll see Spider! You giggle as you run through the familiar surroundings. Maybe uncle Norm is around too! As you run through what you think is the right direction to where they may be, you realise that, there is in fact no one around. The entire base is empty. No Humans. No Dreamwalkers. Huh.

The world around you bends and warps around you as you move through area to area. You’re under cover now. The area is large and looks like it goes on forever in all directions. All around you see the weird metal Ikrans of the Humans. There are the big bodies some Humans like to climb in, makes them taller than Dad. The thought makes you giggle. You’re tempted to climb all over one when you remember your father had scolded you once for the very same thing. You huff in annoyance and continue walking in a random direction.

Your sensitive ears suddenly pick up on a sound. The clink of metal. The grunts of a person. Curious as ever you let the sound lead you. You come upon a Human, laying on his back on a very thin bed. He’s holding a thick stick with weird shaped black rocks on either end. You quietly watch the strange spectacle as he lifts the stick up and down, making the grunting sound you heard before.

And as children often do, you don’t think before speaking.

“What are you doing?”

Your sudden voice startles the Human. And with a quick huff he puts the stick on the poles behind him. Quickly he sits up and your eyes met.

Oh.

It’s that Human.

The one from the dream a long time ago.

But this time you aren’t afraid. You’re a strong Warrior of the Omatikaya Clan! Or at least, you will be; when you’re as tall as Dad that is. But for now, you can at least be brave! That’s what Mum and Dad say all the Warriors of your clan are.

“What the--? How did some savage’s kid get here? Get lost kid.”

Strange. He’s definitely not speaking Na’vi. But you most certainly understood him.

“You’re mean!” You huff at him and cross your arms. He stares at you, brows furrowed, anger evident upon his face. He sighs and decides to simply ignore you completely. Swivelling his legs over the side of the strange thin bed, you watch him grab one of the smaller sticks off to the side.

You watch curiously as he slowly moves it up and down in one hand. Was this a Human game? You’ll ask Spider and uncle Norm when you next see them.

“Is this a game? Can I play too?”

“No.”

“No it’s not a game? Oooooor no I can’t play?” “Both.”

“What is it then?”

“Training.”

Ah. You understand that. Training. The Warriors train. The Hunters train. You train, and you become strong. And when you are strong, you help the Clan. Keep people safe. You like the sounds of that. So this Human must be a warrior? Training to keep other Humans safe? The forest IS dangerous you muse to yourself. You conclude he must be good then. He just looks a little scary with that strange face you don’t recognise. And those scary scars on the side of his face. Warrior scars you decide. Just like some of the grown-ups from the clan!

“What are you training for?” You are curious if he trains to protect or to hunt. Maybe something else? Humans are very fascinating.

He stops his movements suddenly and turns his head to you. A pit forms in your stomach. You don’t like the way he’s looking at you. It is angry. It is not nice. It feels like he is saying you do not belong. It is a look you have seen before, from some of the other children in the clan. You don’t like that look.

He stands up, dropping the stick as he does, it makes a loud BANG as it hits the floor, making you jump with a sudden fright though you don’t make a sound as you do. You do clasp your hands in front of you, your tail wrapping around your leg protectively.

He’s staring down at you with that same, evil look. And when he opens his mouth…

“So I can get rid of annoying brats like you.” He spits out at you and suddenly, he’s lunged straight for you.

And once again, you awaken with a start and a cry.

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Author's Note: Sorry it's a little short! I'm just testing the waters so to speak :P

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The Lie of Providence - Recom/Na'vi Miles Quaritch x Na'vi Female Reader - Masterlist

Rating: Adult, Explicit (eventually) Relationships: Recom Miles Quaritch x AFAB Na'vi Reader Tags/Warnings: Slow Burn, Romance, Redemption Arc, Angst, Comfort, Family, Sibling Shenanigans, Eventual Smut, Fluff (might add more later), Dreams don't make sense, Ewya is testing you and you have not studied Author's Note: I don't know what I'm doing LMAO! I havn't written fanfic in over a decade?? But I keep reading deliectable Quaritch x Reader fics so I got inspired to try my own! I hope you enjoy :)

Summary: You are the eldest child of Jake & Neytiri. When you were a child, you had strange dreams of a Human man. As you grew older, so did your frequent dream visits. He is cold and mean to you. You don't understand why. Yet despite his disposition, sometimes he does engage with you in conversation. Miles is his name. But one day, the visits suddenly stop. You chalk it up to the imagination of a child. Yes that's what he was; an imaginary friend. Yet when you and your siblings are suddenly in trouble, caught in the clutches of Dreamwalkers, you are unsettled to see a familiar face. Though he doesn't seem to recognize you at all.

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 (coming soon)