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i love your writing! if it's ok can i request something nsfw with yandere zuko (your hc for him were really good)

Hot With Envy (Yandere Zuko x Reader) (NSFW)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: After seeing you laugh with another man at his five-year reign celebration, Zuko must show you who you belong to. 

A/N: Hey, so I finally got part of my life in order. Woohoo. Thankfully, that allowed me to finally finish this request. I’m sorry it took me a while, and I can’t promise that the others won’t end up the same way, but I hope this at least tickles ur fancy. Enjoy!

Warnings: Possessive sex, dirty talk, vaginal sex

Word count: 2916

        “God, YN. I can’t fucking believe you.” 

        Zuko was pissed. More than pissed, he was infuriated. Steam blew out of his nose every step he took as he led you out of the ballroom. 

        The fifth anniversary of Zuko’s reign as the new fire lord, and he had only lasted twenty minutes. 

        “What did I even do?!” The more you tried to pull out of his straining grip, the more bruising it became. You’ve seen Zuko jealous, possessive, hell, even straight up obsessive, but never have you seen him so green-eyed as tonight. If he grew any angrier, your hand would fall clean off. 

        “What did you do? What did you do?! Are you trying to piss me off?” 

        By the looks of it, he was dragging you towards his bedroom. The maroon halls of the Fire Nation Royal Palace were like no other; decked out in vases and other artworks of the past millennium, you didn’t dare look into the eyes of a royal painting for fear that it would fall and you would have to pay for damages. 

        “Zuko, come on. Just tell me what I did!”         His bitter laugh makes your teeth grind. “You really wanna know?”

        “Yes!”

        “You wore that stupid dress. Then you walked into that stupid party looking stupidly beautiful. Then you talked to that stupid guy!”

        “...And?”

        His storming down the halls slowed to a halt. 

        “‘And’? Fuck, YN. You’re absolutely clueless, and that’s coming from me.”

        It took you only a second to realize he had stopped directly in front of his bedroom. You weren’t an idiot; you knew where this was going. 

        “Zuko, stop. That’s your party out there. We can’t just abandon it while guests are still in attendance.” 

        “Why do you want to go back there so bad, YN?” You still hadn’t gotten a chance to see his face, but judging by the tightness in his tone, he was just as agitated as when you both left, if not more. 

        “I-I don’t-”

        “Do you want to see that man again?” The doors to his bedroom swing open hard enough to slam against the walls, leaving a harsh bang to echo around the room. When he turned back to you, there was a glint in his eyes you had never seen before. “Because trust me, my love, after tonight, the only person you’ll be able to think of is me.”

        His chambers were dark and spacious, with the ruby drapes drawn to cover the raised moon in the sky. The black carpet softened every step you took as Zuko dragged you to the center of the room, just where the bed sat. 

        It was large and lonely. The silk, crimson covers of the bed were pulled so taut over the mattress it looked as if nobody has slept there in ages. Two pillows stood at the beadboard, one too many for just Zuko. Four marble bed posts framed each corner, all leading up to connect with the high ceilings. Curtains hung between each, casting shadows over the bed from the candlelight in the corner. Zuko must have lit them while you were distracted with observing. 

        Otherwise, the room was filled with darkness, the one light barely enough to help your straining eyes. Before you could even see him coming, Zuko latched his hand back over your wrist and tugged you hard enough to have you stumbling into the bed, tripping and falling into the cozy blankets that swallowed you easily. 

        “Zuko.” You weren’t quite sure what you wanted to say. Maybe “stop,” or “let’s slow down.” You didn’t get a chance to decide.

        Seconds after you fell, he followed, his legs encompassing only one of your thighs. 

        After he dug his knee into your mound, you figured out why. 

        A moan slipped from your lips, causing Zuko to give you a smirk. Only when your hands came up to press against his chest did he capture them in his own, gathering them in a single grip and forcing them above your head. With his free hand, he trailed a finger down your cheek before cupping your jaw. 

        “Don’t worry, my love. There’s plenty more to come.” 

        At the words, his eyes darted down your body, tongue sweeping out over his lips before he slammed his mouth onto yours. 

        “Mmm,” you could only hum as he kissed you with a fevered passion. Body pressing yours deeper into the bed, he dug his knee harder against your clothed core, the pure heat radiating from his body making it seem like there were no barriers at all. 

        “Zuko.” His name escaped your lips in a breathy moan, and left him panting as he leaned his forehead against yours. 

        “That’s right, YN. Let everyone know who’s doing this to you.” Before you could respond, he sunk his teeth into the juncture of your neck, forcing you to mewl and jerk against his knee. His tongue peeked out to soothe the reddened skin, lapping up the growing sweat on your neck at the same time. 

        More, more, more. That’s all you could think of, and soon enough, you were practically humping Zuko’s leg like a bitch in heat. Though, he didn’t seem to mind one bit. 

        “Look at you, fucking yourself against me. I don’t even have to touch you to get you off.” A rip cut through the otherwise silent room like a hot knife through butter, and it took you a minute to realize what had truly happened. 

        Your dress slid off with ease, and when Zuko tossed it aside, you could see the torn threads spanning along the back of the fabric. With only a wrap over your breasts and-- albeit soaked-- panties to cover your twitching core, you couldn’t help but suddenly grow embarrassed at the situation. 

        “Wait, Zuko, maybe we should slow-” his lips recapture yours before you can finish, and his free hand begins to slide from your chin down to your collarbone. His fingertips, like little brushes of a feather, travel lower and lower until they meet the top of your white breast cloth. They dip inside, just into the space formed by the valley of your chest, and just as viciously as your dress, they rip the material away and toss it aside. 

        A burn was left behind at the harsh rip against your skin, but it’s quickly forgotten in exchange for Zuko massaging your mounds in his hand. Pleasure shoots through your core when he pinches the peaks, grinning against your lips at the whine you give off. 

        “Do you want someone else to touch you like this, YN?” Heavy-lidded eyes burn into your own, waiting with impatience for your answer. 

        “No, Zuko, only you- ah!” Your voice breaks off into a squeal when he pinches them once again before sliding off the bed to undress himself. Your chest heaves while you wait for him to return, and in that time, a thought flits through your mind-- you could touch yourself to relieve some of the ache. 

        The man seems to read your mind, and he tsks. “Don’t even think about it, love. You don’t want more punishments, do you?”

        The spanks, the hot touches, the rough bites. You couldn’t lie; the repercussions didn’t seem too terrible considering you would at least find release, but before your hand reaches down fast enough, Zuko’s already snagged it in a tight grip. 

        “Shit, you’re really that horny, love? Well fuck, let’s make this quick then, shall we?”

        In an instant, he drops your hand in exchange for your ankles, dragging you to the edge of the bed before forcing your legs apart. His thick length stands at attention by his stomach, leaving your juices to drip down your thighs in clear droplets. 

        Sightseeing doesn’t last long, and soon Zuko’s flipped you onto your stomach, propping up your knees and dragging a finger up the slick of your wet panties. 

        “This,” he growls, pulling aside the black lace enough to leave your throbbing core bare for him to see, “belongs to me.” Hands push your knees further apart, enough that your wetness can only drip down onto the sheets instead of trailing down your thighs. 

        Slap! A hand collides with the skin of your left cheek hard enough to have you cry out. “Say it, YN.” 

        “It belongs to you!”

        Slap! Another hit to the other cheek and you bury your face into the blankets, pleasure mingling with pain as Zuko less-than-gently rubs the abused flesh of your backside. 

        “You got that fucking right.”

        Then, before you acknowledge what’s happening, Zuko’s pushing himself deep inside you, faster than you can adjust and leaving behind a feeling no different than tearing your body in half. 

        “UNGH!” Instinctively, your back straightens and you try to crawl away, but another spank and Zuko’s bottomed out inside you. His member stretches your fluttering walls enough to the point of an unbearable burn, but luckily, he has enough mercy to allow you to adjust. 

        Tears prick your eyes and your fingers curl into the sheets, trying to bear the sudden intrusion as best as possible. And soon enough, you feel the ache begin to fade. 

        Zuko’s had enough sense to stop, hearing the way you cried under his first thrust, but he can’t bring himself to feel bad anymore when you begin pushing back against him. “Fuck,” he hisses when you purposefully clench around him. 

        Before you know it, he’s become feral. 

        The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the dark room in a frantic pattern as Zuko thrusts into you at a bruising pace. 

        “Ngh. Harder, Zuko!”

        He doesn’t disappoint, and soon, he’s driving you into the mattress with every thrust, one hand holding you in place on your hips while the other digs into your hair and yanks your head back. 

        “Shit, you’re so tight. So tight just for me, YN.”

        Mouth forming an “o” shape, you can’t even respond aas your eyes roll back from the pleasure. Your moans almost drown out the loud cracking of the headboard against the wall, and distantly, you know it could draw some curious eyes--

        “Look at your naughty little hole. Taking me so well.” 

        But you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. The feeling of his shaft dragging against your g-spot, pulling out just far enough to caress your swollen bud before plunging back inside has a coil tightening in your stomach. 

        “Fuckkkk. Zuko, I’m close!”

        “Already, love?” 

        The hand in your hair tugs hard enough to strain your scalp as Zuko pulls you up onto your knees, his chest flush to your back. With the new angle, Zuko rams into the special spot deep in your hole with every single-- holy fuck-- thrust. 

        “Who fucks you this good?” His hand untangles from your strands and reaches up around your throat. 

        “Zuko!” You throw your head back onto his shoulder and dig a hand into his sweaty hair, pulling his face down to your neck. At your silent command, his lips run up and down the skin, sucking on the skin between breaths and grunts. He follows dutifully as your body jolts back and forth, shaken violently with each drive of his hips. 

        “Who’s the only one that makes you feel like this?” 

        “Noooo- ah shit!” You can barely hold yourself up when Zuko’s hand, hot by his own command, rubs furious circles into your swollen bud. The act has you grinding into his hand while it throws you into a tailspin of pleasure, head growing foggy as you only chase a release. 

        “Nuh-uh,” he groans out, hand slowing just enough to have you whine, “say my name, love.”

        “Zuko, please! Keep going!” You have to choke out the words, the hand around your neck just tight enough to keep your breathing quick but loose so that you can speak. Your fingers tighten in his hair and around his wrist, one tugging his lips closer to your hot skin while the other keeps his hand assaulting your clit. 

        It’s too much, and you know it’s too much, but his hold on you from every end is stronger than iron. Your back arches at a particularly deep thrust that has the head of his member brushing your cervix. “Oh GOD! Zuko, I’m so close!”

        The constant clenching of your core around his length has already revealed this to him, and he keeps the fast pace that has you oh-so willing to beg.

        “Oh yeah, love? Tell me then, who owns you?”

        “More!”

        “Nope.” He pinches your clit hard enough that you spasm, but not enough to trigger your release. 

        “AGH!”

        “Say it, YN,” he captures your earlobe between his teeth. “Who owns you?”

        You can’t speak, too lost in pleasure to comprehend a word he was grunting into your ear. Each time he sinks into your dripping hole, he rubs your bud in tandem. You couldn’t even open your mouth at this point without drool dribbling down your chin. 

        “One more chance, love. Who owns you?” His teeth grit with impatience, and by now, he’s lost all rhythm. Erratically, he drives into you from behind, hips now leaving your backside red with fresh bruises. Then finally, finally, the bubble bursts.

        “ZUKO!” The scream of his name ripped through your throat just as harshly as your orgasm, liquid running down your thighs and soaking into the bed like spilled water. During this, you clench so tightly around him, Zuko almost blacks out from the feeling, releasing inside you just as fast. 

        As you fall from your high, your body begins to come back down, instantly feeling the side effects of staying in one position for too long. Your thighs whine and shiver before going just numb enough that you fall forward, Zuko having no other option than to collapse on top of you.

        His body is hot and sweaty, overheating you enough that you squirm and wiggle underneath him until he gets the hint. 

        “Oh, sorry.” 

        The phase of confidence is over as he slips out of you, allowing both of your juices to flood out of you in a delicious mixture Zuko eyes up proudly. Not long after does he fall into the space beside you, still panting and heaving in breaths while he wraps an arm around your shoulder. 

        “Come here.” 

        He doesn’t have to ask twice. Cuddles with Zuko after sex were silent and peaceful, usually followed by a shared nap for rest. 

        You settle your head onto his chest, ear right over his racing heartbeat as you lay a hand on his flexing stomach. 

        “That was…” you couldn’t even answer, instead shaking your head and settling for a grin in Zuko’s direction. 

        Though his face grows red, he nods in agreement, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Yeah,” he whispers, “it was.”

        The dim room falls into a silence not uncommon nor uncomfortable. Though sweaty, you both stuck to each other on purpose, wanting to be close after such a time. 

        When your breathing begins to slow is when Zuko speaks up again. 

        “Hey, YN?” 

        “Yeah?” It’s more of a yawn than a question.

        “You meant what you said, right?” 

        “What do you mean?” You peer up at him, a little flustered to see such an intense look in Zuko’s normally shy gaze.

        “When you said you belonged to me. You meant it, right?”

        Oh yeah, that did happen. In the heat of the moment, you would honestly say anything for such euphoria. Now, though, you wondered if that would one day be your downfall. 

        “Umm… well….” You wanted the conversation to die out and never be brought up again, but Zuko’s emboldened gaze was insistent. 

        “Well?”

        “Y-yes,” you drop your ear back to his heart and nod your head. “I meant it.” Anything to get out of this awkward situation. 

        “Good, my love. I’m glad. Now that I own you, no man will ever touch you again. I promise.” 

        Oh God, what trap have you just fallen into?

        With that, he rolled over and draped both an arm and a leg over your body, effectively trapping you to the mattress. 

        “Good night, my queen.”

        “Good n-night, Zuko.”

                                ~~~

        “Fire Lord Zuko.” 

        His eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was you. Your beautiful face, serene and peaceful in your slumber, framed by the sunshine peeking through the drapes behind your head. Ever so carefully, he untangled himself from around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead before ushering the guard to the hall. 

        “Did you manage to find him?”

        “Yes, my lord.” The soldier averted his gaze as Zuko tightened his robe and shoved on a pair of sandals. Once he appeared modest enough for the rest of the castle, the guard began to lead him through the corridors to a dank stairway. “We’ve left him in cell seven for you.” 

        “Good. Now I can show him what happens when you try to go after my love.”

Yandere ozai?

Yandere Ozai Headcanons

*GIF not mine*

A/N: Should I start watching Hunter x Hunter? Sorry, that was random. Anyways, just wanna warn you these hcs are a lil out of order, and I’m sorry. When I wrote it, I just kept coming up with more and more ideas for the “story” so I just kept adding to it. Anyways, hope you like it!

Word count: 956

First of all, you’re a maid in the castle. Yeah, of course he’s seen you in the halls and thought you were attractive, but he never really gave it more thought. 

Then Zuko and Azula’s mother left, and that’s when he got hooked on you. He felt lost and you, being the ever-faithful servant, stayed by his side and comforted him. 

(We are talking about adults here. You did have sex with him for “comfort.”)

Anyways, after that, you had sealed your fate. While you tried to get on with your life, Ozai wasn’t as forgetful. 

Honestly, I think this guy is one of those yanderes who initially don’t want to admit or believe they love you.

Like first, he’ll try other concubines. Women who will bow down to him and such. 

Then he’ll finally resort to keeping you near, allowing you to continue being a maid and such (because he initially planned on kicking you to the curb after your night together), but he still doesn’t like that he likes you. 

Part of him just feels… addicted. Like he doesn’t want to lose you. But he doesn’t like having that attachment. 

Honestly, he’ll want to blame his obsession on you, like make you feel bad for it and stuff. 

He’ll keep trying to show off with other women in the castle. 

Making out with them during breakfast and such while you’re serving them and you’re just standing around like “did you want eggs or…”

Then, at some point, he doesn’t exactly give in to his feelings, but he understands that as the leader of the world, it doesn’t matter who he’s with. 

Ozai’s not really self-concious of you ruining his image; if anything, he kinda wants to use you to flaunt how he can transform someone from rags to riches. 

At that point, he’s really fallen for you. He’s on the verge of taking over the world, his rebelling son is still banished, and he’s about to take over the last city that stands a chance against him: Ba Sing Se.

It’s a toss up of whether he wants to flaunt his world to you or to flaunt you to his world. 

You better treat everything he does like it’s amazing. Seriously, this guy is pure ego. 

If he gifts you something (which is something he does often), you must always repay him. Whether this is sexual or compassionate just depends on his moods. 

Maybe I’m wrong about this, but I really don’t think Ozai is the type of yandere to be like “you should feel blessed to be with me,” especially after he’s fallen for you. Initially? Yeah sure, he may have thought that a few times. But after he’s acknowledged the fact that he can’t let you go, I don’t think he’d rub his love in your face too much. He’d be more obsessed with showing you what he can do. 

You’re his world now, and giving you the entire world is his perfect gift. 

In the end, of course he’s captured for attempting to do this, and his third or fourth thought is “oh shit, where’s YN?”

He orders the last of all the Ozai loyalists to capture you and, I’ll be frank, he wants you to go out “together even in death” style. 

With a forced kiss, he’ll make you drink poison in his cell while he holds you in his arms (he ignores your struggling and crying). After the life has faded from your body, he takes his own swig and you go out together. 

Anyways, back to before all of this (sorry this is so out of order) right after you had sex with him to comfort his wife leaving, I think he more fell for you because you symbolized a new hope for him. 

He had made you feel so good that night. Deep down, he wanted to keep making you feel that good. 

Ozai wanted to prove to you but mostly himself that he could keep a woman and please her. He wanted his ex-wife to regret leaving him, so he was going to give you the world. 

Getting right back into it, he is a crazed king, mind you, so he will use his power for self-gain. If you’re talking to someone, no matter the gender, he’s going to banish them.

(Of course if they touch you, their life is the price of their misdeed.)

You, on the other hand, are also forced to take responsibility for your mistakes. 

It’s not uncommon that he’ll lock you away to keep you from interacting with others, but if you’re wrong-doings are especially horrible, whippings and burnings are not uncommon. (Plus, he likes the sight of his fire touching and permanently marking your skin. It’s like a physical claim no one, not even you, can get rid of. It keeps you knowing your place.)

There’s really no list of rules Ozai has set for you, but they’ve become clear to you over the years you’ve been with him.

1: No contact with others.

2: Always repay your lord for his kindness.

3: Bow when he enters and leaves a room.

4: Give him a kiss or more whenever he acknowledges your presence.

5: Never disobey an order from your master.

Truly, being with Ozai is quite simple: learn your place and no one gets hurt.

Okay so I just read your Yandere Zuko hc and I loved it!! ATLA was a massive part of my childhood, so I was wondering if I could request Yandere Sokka hc this time?? Thank you!

Yandere Sokka Headcanons

*GIF not mine*

A/N: (This lowkey got a lil 👀 near the end) Ughh yess I just love him??🥺 Thank you for the request bc he needs more recognition honestly. Hope you enjoy! (Also, thank y’all so much for 900 followers!!! akshfklsd)

Word count: 712

Truth be told, the way he fell for you was quite simple-- you laughed at his jokes.

Since then, he chased after you like a cat with a string (but we all know he’s relentless when it comes to something he wants.)

Everyone, including you, thought it was just innocent pining. You were all wrong.

It was so much more. 

You were part of the Gaang, and while traveling with them, he would always watch you with a goofy smile on his face.

Katara would try to make fun of him for it like “Ooooh look who’s got a crushhhhhh...”

“Yep.”

No shame, he’s fallen for you hard.

Then one day, he finally gets you. 

He saves you from almost getting scorched by a firebender, and in turn takes the burn himself. 

You kiss him afterward as a thank you, and that’s when you two become a couple. (Hey, where’d that firebender go...?)

All right, now to the definition of “headcanons.”

Hickeys. Everywhere. 

Every patch of skin your clothes leave bare are smothered in his love bites. 

“It’s the middle of June, YN, why are you wearing a scarf?”

Sokka hates confrontation unless absolutely necessary. Aka you’re covered in marks and he expects you to know who you belong to as much as everybody else.

This man will always give you 100% of himself. 

Like he will drop anything and everything for you. 

You want cuddles? Well fuck, guess there’s no dinner tonight. 

“Sokka, you were supposed to catch us some fish to eat!!”

“But my baby wanted cuddles!!” 

His baby.

He always tells you how beautiful you are. Every few minutes he jumps up in your face and shouts about how he’s so lucky to have you and that he loves you. 

He’s not ashamed of his feelings. Rather, he’s very proud he was able to catch get someone like you. He hugs you to his side everywhere you two go and smirks at people who stare

He’s not really one to hurt you. If anything, he’ll blame himself or everyone else. You’re a goddess in his eyes, worthy of being worshiped (only by him, of course.) Hell yeah he’ll get on his knees for you

Sokka is fiercely loyal to you. We’re talkin’ guard dog mode 24/7. As much as he’s learned that you can protect yourself, that doesn’t stop him from beating the absolute shit out of someone who’s tried to hurt you (or even looked at you).

(Body? What body?)

(The Planner™)

While traveling with the Gaang, Sokka will heavily convince you to sleep in his tent. 

Umm yeah. You’re the only one who can’t resist his puppy dog eyes💀

So anyways, every night he cuddles you to sleep (Sokka is big spoon always bc he is a MAN) in those tiny ass sleeping bags (zero proximity is key😌)

“Sokka?”

“Hmm?”

“Where the hell is my underwear?” 

As we all know, he aspires to be just like his father, so expect him to umm... want children from you. 

Call him daddy, I dare you.

Okay, here’s the deal. 

You weren’t quite ready to settle down after defeating the Fire Nation. You wanted to explore the world, visit new lands, meet different people!

Sokka was not okay with that. 

So naturally, you tried to break things off, but... oop.

I mean, technically it was your fault. 

Sokka is an excellent planner (see “guard dog” tings), prepared for every possible situation. Not even your rebellion blindsided him as much as you expected.

So he kidnapped you 🤷‍♀️

Come on, you really thought he was gonna let you go that easily?

Oh YN

You poor, sweet little thing.

Sokka loves you🥰

He would never let you go back out into the dangerous world all on your own! 

Don’t worry, you’ll always be safe in his room, in his own home, where nobody around can hear your silly little calls for help. 

(You are going to be an excellent mother to his children☺️)

Yandere Zuko Headcanons

*GIF not mine*

A/N: Short little thing for the night bc why tf not. So I finally finished ATLA and holy shit it’s fucking amazing. I definitely recommend. Sadly, there’s a severe lack of Yandere Avatar imagines, so I hope this’ll encourage better yandere authors to get somethin’ goin’. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 886

Let’s get one thing straight before we start. This mf is possessive.

We all saw the beach episode (yah, that’s some anime shit right there), and we all saw how he went nuts over Mai.

With you, it’s more.

As the Fire Lord, you bet he’s gonna use his authority to kick out any guards of his who stare at you for a second too long. 

He has his most trusted adversaries follow you whenever you travel into town, or just straight up follows you himself (he got them Blue Spirit skillz)

Craves your attention 24/7 like a true momma’s boy

“YN, come here!”

Emotionally Unstable™

He always, always throws fits whenever you talk to someone

Like he’ll get angry and his hands light aflame without him even trying

Then he’ll walk up behind you and just stand there glaring at the other person.

You can feel the heat against your back, but you dismiss it. Meanwhile the other person is about to shit themselves. 

It’s not surprising that they run away mid-sentence

Moving on, lemme just say Zuko is never controlling of you. 

No, not of you. But the people around you... now that’s a different story. 

He may be awkward as hell, but he also knows how to threaten people (let it be known that this fucker was only an official good guy in the last five episodes)

Let’s hop into a lil story, shall we?

Okay, so first of all, you were part of the Gaang, and you were very accepting of him from the beginning. After all, your past wasn’t that squeaky clean either

Anyway, he meets you and you’re all snarky with him but kind when it counts and it’s all like bu-BAM. Obsessive mode engaged.

Any encounters you guys have with enemies like Fire Nation soldiers or the Dai Li or smth, Zuko always shoves you behind his back and protects you at all costs. 

You bitch him out about it afterwards, but he just zones out and nods along, admiring every inch of your face and body.

After Fire Lord Ozai is defeated, you’re helping Zuko prepare for his ceremony, exchanging the occasional kiss while helping him slip on the robe and tie up his hair. 

You leave to finish up getting ready yourself (even though he would prefer if you stayed in your bra and panties forever, holed up in his room) and that’s when Mai returns. 

“Mai!” Zuko is surprised (and lowkey pissed) at the feeling of her cold hands on his body. 

She’s all up in his face, ready to slap a smooch on his kisser, and of course that’s when you return to ask whether you should wear jewelry that matches his eyes or not (ofc, y would u even ask?🤦‍♀️)

He pushes Mai to the ground in an instant, but it’s too late. You’ve already stopped in your tracks, the contentedness on your face long gone.

“YN IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!” 

It’s really not, but the fact that he said that makes it look like it is.

Your eyes tear up but you force on a smile and shake your head. 

“No, no, I understand. I was just a replacement.” Your voice cracks along with Zuko’s heart. “I-I’ll leave you two alone now.”

You run out and of course Zuko’s gonna chase after you. He would track you to the ends of the Earth bc you know he’s got experience in that area

He tackles you in the middle of the hallway and just hugs you so tightly you can’t even breathe. Just the idea of losing you almost drove him mad in an instant. 

You struggle in his arms and tense up when you hear him begin to cry. 

“Don’t leave me. Please please don’t leave me.” 

He’s pressing kisses across your bare skin, up your neck and on the apples of your cheeks while his own tears begin to paint your skin. 

“Mai means nothing to me now. YN, you’re the love of my life. I won’t lose you.” 

The tone rattles you a little, but you still hug him back and nod. 

“Okay. I won’t leave.” 

“You’re my Queen.”

“Okay.”

“I love you so much.”

“...” It was a little too soon for you. “...o-okay.”

Just your agreement was enough for him, and soon he drags you all the way back to his bedroom, asking you to continue helping him get ready with a serene smile on his face like nothing ever happened wtfff

Mai’s disappeared, and little did you know that would be the last day anyone would ever see her again. You always try to ask Zuko, but he brushes it off with an insistence that it was “pointless to worry about” or that it was a “private, sensitive matter”

Overall, he loves you and would never hurt you. But the second your eyes aren’t on him or you’re not attached to his hip, you best believe someone’s gonna pay. 

Chapter Three— Unexpected visitors

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#SYNOPSIS— The dead come back to visit

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, implications of abandonment, implications of being a bad mother, child abandonment, implications of discrimination, implications of physical abuse, yandere, unhealthy obsession, possessive, prey/hunter dynamics, scent kink, creepy behavior, throat usage?/does that even make sense?, forced kissing, noncon kissing???)) quaritch goes feral, unwanted touching

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! colonel Miles Quaritch

#NOTE— so I lied— the good stuff will definitely be on the next chapter. I’m also planning to make a Drabble to make up for it

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Quaritch extended out his palm towards the diagram ❝ The target is pretty much this whole island group— ❞ he was cut of by Spider ducking beneath his large frame, he glanced down at his son smiling briefly, ❝— Never been up there, you know those waters doc. What kind of indigenous we got? ❞ Scoresby gestured towards the man on the opposite side of the diagram. The doc was startled out of his own thinking, hesitating briefly as he glanced at the blue Recom looking at him with piercing yellow eyes ❝ Well— uh we got metkayina mostly some Ta’unui maybe fifty villages— ❞

Having enough of his rambiling, Quaritch cut off him with a puzzled face, ❝ uh you are who?❞ he didn’t need to know what specific species of na’vi there was— all he needed to know where was the nearest village nearby to get stated on his mission ❝ Oh I’m uh Doctor Ian Garvin, a marine biologist ❞ he extended out his palm for a handshake but was ultimately ignored by Quaritch, he dropped down his hand in embarrassment, ❝ Fifty villages— a hundred villages. I don’t care we’ll search them all ❞ Scoresby scoffed, and snapped back with an obnoxious tone ❝ I hunt Tulkun, that’s what I’m rigged for that’s all my guys do. I’ve got quotas to meet ❞

A rotten wry smile split Quaritch face, he showed a smile with far too many teeth— teeth to sharp his lips curled up. He looked like a happy predator with upturned lips, ❝ I’ll be nice once than I won’t ❞ Behind him, Lyle lifted his respiratory mask taking a sip of carbon. His yellow eyes gleamed, as he watched the interaction between the two of them. Scoresby pursed his lips, not expecting to be threatened in his own ship, ❝ Oh if you can’t get out of it, get into it. All crew to stations! ❞

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It was difficult being an outsider among the na’vi, unable to fully understand the ways of being‘ One of the people ‘ as they say. But they were welcoming to say the least— a bit skittish but nothing you can do about it. Had it not been for Jake sully— Toruk Makto as they call him; you would have never been accepted into the Ta’unui clan. You weren’t ‘ one of the people ‘ your simply coexisting with them. It was difficult at first, finding yourself frustrated with them— and yourself. It was a horrible decision to leave the forest but if you didn’t then you would be stuck with him— burden by the responsibility of being a mother. So you packed your things and left—

Gone the next day leaving no trace behind but a few personal belongings. It was heartless— to abandon a child but you couldn’t bare to look at it. Finding bile crawling up your throat whenever you ever so glanced at it. But that was years ago and you can only find yourself wanting to learn about their life now— only a little. You come up with your own conclusions, that’s he’s fine— doing much better now that you were gone. Has a happy family that gives him all the affection and care he needs— anything to lesson the guilt of abandoning him.

You were startled out of your thoughts as a blue hand appeared in your vision. You jumped like a feral cat, whisking around as your eyes caught culprit of a sheepish male na’vi. ❝Jesus Christ— must you always do this to me? ❞ The male na’vi blinked, cocking his head to the side as he stared at you with wide eyes, ❝ I do not understand this sky people talk— what is this Jesus Christ? ❞ You shook your head, waving your hand in dismissal ❝ Dont worry about it— Sky people nonsense and all that. Your English has gotten good ❞ at your compliment, the male puffed up his chest in pride. You scoff at his flared ego— ever since you’ve been here this male na’vi was always by your side, claiming he was curious about the sky people.

He’s become your student— only for a short while. You’ve been teaching him English for quite some and was surprised to see him learn the language very quick. It brought a sense of peace towards you— familiarity. It’s as if you were back in the past with Grace helping her at the school. A wave of nostalgia hit you, often times you missed the moments you had with everyone. You smiled briefly, the past would always sneak upon you leaving nothing but a longing to see everyone. But you had made your bed— choosing to leave and abandon everyone. Now you must lay in your choices. ❝ You are friends with Toruk Makto, no? ❞

Confused by the sudden interest in an old friend, you nodded, ❝ Yeah— Jake sully, what’s the sudden interest in him? ❞ he hesitated briefly, ❝ He is residing in a metkayina clan— not far from here— there has been talk of war following him ❝ Your lips pursed in response, brows furrowing. ❝ That is odd— not something he would do. Who knows maybe he just wanted a vacation? ❞ He looked at you with wide eyes, ❝ You are certain of this? ❞ You hesitated briefly, you weren’t— Jake would of never fled the Omaticaya— especially Neytiri, seeing as how she loved her home and would even die for her people. This wasn’t something they would do— not unless they were running from something— or someone.

But no one could posses such a threat that would cause Jake to flee— and if they did, we’ll they were dead. But you couldn’t cause panic— ❝ I’m sure, who knows maybe it’s for diplomat reasons ❞ He seemed satisfied with your answer and bided you goodbye. You were back to being alone— busying yourself to your own devices. But worry seemed to overshadow your thoughts— worming their way inside your mind. If Jake was here than what of the boy you gave birth to? Jake didn’t adopt him— no the boy had foster parents that took care of him along with other human children that were left behind. But Jake promised— he promised to watch over him. Did Jake bring him here to the ocean clans? Or did he leave him back at the Omaticaya?

Worry gnawed at your gut— you couldn’t bare to risk seeing the boy. Your stomach churned in disgust— you were cut off by a horn being blasted through the air— your stomach dropped. Through the years residing in the clan not once has the horn been used. Distant cries were heard thought the beach and a loud rumbling sound swallowed their petrified cries. You scrambled towards the noise, terror sticking at your nerves as a large ship came into view, ❝ Oh fuck— fuck! ❞ you scrambled backwards running towards your small hut. You gathered your necessity items, shoving the basic necessities in a small bag.

None of this made sense— they shouldn’t be here, not once had they come near the islands. They were often seen out in the open waters hunting tulkun. This was different— had they come here to threaten or kill the na’vi residing in this island? Peace was not on the table so the like hold of the other two options happening were possible. You flinched at the loud cries coming from the na’vi and the curses of your mother tongue being shouted out. If they caught you— there was no doubt you might be publicly executed for betraying your race.

And so you hid— lost in the wildlife of Pandora you seeked shelter behind a trunk covered by bushes. Your breaths came out labored, you peeked from a small opening seeing the na’vi being rounded up on the clearing. You leaned forward trying to get a better view unaware of the footsteps behind you. You let out a scream as a hand tugged you up from your hiding place. You struggled immediately, clawing at the hands that held onto you— ❝ Stay still—! I got a traitor here! ❞ your attacker dragged you towards the clearing, gun pressing against your back.

You tripped over your own feet a couple of times as you were dragged to the clearing. Countless of na’vi were forced to kneel onto the sand with guns and tasers threatening to cause harm. There were avatars among them humans, dressed in full camo gear with weapons strapped towards their vest. The color drained from your face as you made eye contact with piercing yellow eyes, ❝ What the actual fuck— ❞ you were starting to panic, kicking your feet and acting like a mad woman— you were unsure of what to do but your brain screamed at you to run.

In front of you was the man you once thought was dead— no you were certain he was dead. His skeleton was out in the forest decomposing on itself. Yet, here he was, breathing and certainly alive. He was back from the dead and this time he came back blue. Beside him was a human boy wearing na’vi clothes, he was covered in blue stripes. A flicker of recognition sparkled in your eyes— your breath hitched at your throat, ❝no— no! ❞ you shook your head refusing to accept the truth. A newfound strength courses through your body.

You elbowed the guy on the ribs making a run for it, ❝ Don’t shoot! I need her alive! ❞ a familiar voice ran along the clearing— it was him. Colonel Miles Quaritch was back from the dead and came back bigger, stronger and faster in the body of a na’vi—a species he hated with a passion. But how was that even possible? You wouldn’t stay to find out— you had to leave— to hide

❝ Get back here! ❞ He roared out, the sheer volume and grit of his voice caused the ends of your hairs to stand up. He launched himself to your pursuit, screaming out in rage. He was hot on your tail, commanding you stop running but it only caused you to pump your legs faster. Soon enough you heard him right behind you— you glanced back a mistake you realized as he ran at you in a primal way. Hands and feet— claws out for a grip against the terrain he pounced on you. ❝C’mere! ❞ You ducked out the way, barley missing his grasp but not without paying the price of your shirt being torn by his claws. You slammed yourself against a trunk barley missing his claws. You scrambled back to your feet leaving him in the dust.

❝ Stop running! ❞ he screamed out, ❝ you’re suppose to be with me— You’re mine— mine! ❞ Sharp canines gritted against each other and bared into a sneer, his brows were furrowed and yellow eyes were wide like saucers— he looked insane as if he submitted himself to his primal instincts. He was fixated on getting you; even going as far as his abandoning his gun— anything that slowed him down. A shaky sigh left his lips as he gripped the garment of your torn blouse— he inhaled deeply pressing it against his nose. He swears he could taste your scent on his tongue. It’s yours— and you’re here with him.

He exhaled shaky, pocketing the torn piece of clothing inside his pocket. He glanced back up finding you no where in his sight. His ears flattened against his skull, tail laying limp, ❝Don’t be mean now honey— ❞ his voice drawled out, the smirk wiping off his face seeing as there was no indication to where you could possibly be. He scouted out the area in a frenzy coming to a halt as a thud behind him makes him turn around in a swift. He rushes over to the sound pushing away the wildlife , ❝ Gotcha! ❞ his excitement died down when all he found was a small animal cowering in fear. He let out a hiss of frustration, tail whipping around as his anxiety clawed at him.

Panic rose as he searched every creek he could find— which way did you go? His frustration bubbled in his chest, ❝ If you don’t come out right now I swear I’ll paint that ass red and blue! ❞ He looked left and right, running in circles looking for any sign or indication to where you could possibly be. Meanwhile, you had ran as far as you could ending up near your shack. You stoped to catch your breath, heart beating against your chest in an erratic way. You bended over placing your hand on your knees— you had lost him for now. But what can you do before he catches up to you again? For how long can you evade his grasp? Leaving the island would be impossible. This was a hopeless scenario for you— there was no way to flee and running was the only option. You could hide in your shack but wouldn’t that be the first place they would check?

You couldn’t give up now, standing straight you began to plot your next move. Hiding was a no go— you need small places somewhere a na’vi can’t fit in. You could hear the distant scream of your name out in the woods, your head whipped to the sound. Tripping over your own steps you decided to push more distance away from him. You knew exactly where to go— you’ve known this island for years. He doesn’t, all that matters is making sure he doesn’t catch up to you before you get there. Soon enough you heard a branch break beside you— you don’t have time to register the force that impacted you.

You feel like you’re flying through the air— unable to grasp what’s going on. He’s grabbing you and wrestling you beneath him— a coarse laugh came from him, his canines glistened from the copious amount of times of running his tongue over them— unable to swallow his exceeding amount of saliva. His tail thumped behind him in excitement, ❝ I got you, sweetheart— you’re mine now ❞ his chuckles were hoarse, shoulders shaking as deep rumbles came within his chest.

He pressed his nose against the juncture of your nape, curling himself to your size. You froze— did he just sniff you? He’s panting, whole body trembling. ❝ You done teasing me? You and I have some unfinished business to get to. How about we finish that family that we started? Give the brat a couple of siblings while you and I get to be acquainted once again ❞ You shook your head frantically, the thought of having another child with him disgust you. Tears slid down your cheeks freely, you wanted to scream and cry out. This was a nightmare come to life. You let out a squeal as you felt his palm reach down and grabbed a handful of your ass, groping and squeezing the flesh. He rained down numerous kisses on your neck, nipping and lapping at your flesh. You were frozen in place— He was terrifying, and too fucking big. His whole body encased yours. Quaritch looked at you, pupils blown wide—. Your attempts to trash away from his grip was useless against his strength and size. He was overwhelming— you could only see and feel him. Both of his massive biceps were placed beside you, lowering his chest towards back.

Back when he was human he always towered over you but now as a na’vi? He was huge— it was like you were his own personal human doll. You could hear shuffling behind you— you were manhandled as if you were nothing but cargo. You were face to face with him. His biceps kept you locked in his embrace, lowering himself towards you. He was starved for you— relishing every touch he could get from you. You however— we’re frightened and did everything possible to get away from his embrace. You wiggled and kicked helplessly under his strong grip— his arms tightened around you like a snake coiling around it’s prey. It only just hit how strong and big his was.

He hugged you even closer— if it was even possible to do so. Pressing your body against his, he let out a deep low moan making you let out a squeak as you felt his canines drag across your flesh. He leaned down again— seeing his face dip towards yours; you turned your face to the side avoiding his lips from touching yours. His lips skimmed over your cheeks— a low animalistic snarl escaped from him. His fingers dug into your jaws and wrenched your face to look back at him. ❝ You will not take this from me, girl— I have waited so long to have you ❞

His lips pressed against yours in a messy kiss, he pressed his tongue against your mouth. Claws prodding your jaw to open up as he swallowed your mouth whole. Tears streamed down your cheeks— He doesn’t get to have you— you weren’t his. You wish you could tell him this but all you can squeak out are muffled sobs. Quaritch was overjoyed— a sense of peace came flowing to him. You were back in his arms, exactly where he wanted you. Nothing can stop him now— not even the order he was given from his predecessor— you were meant to be his— human or na’vi doesn’t matter.

Your attempts to break away from the kiss were futile against his overwhelming strength. He deepened the kiss, tongue lashing at ever crook and crane he could find. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you felt his tongue slither down your throat. Your fist slammed against his chest seeing black dots prick at the corner of your vision. Feeling you go limp in his arms caused him to draw back from your mouth. His hold on you however remained— a string of saliva connected both of your lips. Face running red, you stared at him unable to fully wrap your head on just what happened

He stared back down at you, completely unfazed. As if this was the most natural thing to do ❝ What? Cat got your tongue, hmm Princess? ❞ , you shook your head to the side a couple of times; mumbling out incoherent words. His ears however managed to hear you every well, ❝ You’re not him— how are you even alive? You died— ❞ you babbled out— pawing against his chest pathetically, pushing and slapping with your weak strength. A mistake you were quick to realize as he slammed you back to the ground caging you in his arms, ❝ Just relax, princes I’ll explain it to ya— you see I’m a clone of that old man. He’s deceased— he was weak ❞ he hissed, ❝ I’m better— I’m stronger and I am going to take what is rightfully mine; starting with you ❞

Small wheezes came from you, you looked at him as if he was absurd ❝ I don’t belong to you— ❞ his fingers curled around your throat ❝ Watch it— clearly you’re attitude has been left unchecked for quite a long time. Don’t worry sweetheart, daddy will fix that ❞ His palm pressed against your back bringing you upwards to him, he coaxed you to his lap; tail wrapping around your arm. His palms groped your flesh, touching every place he could. His hands fiddled with your blouse, scrunching up the piece of fabric you called blouse tearing it off. You’re breast bounced from the impact— you curled inward to protect your modesty. His fingers itched to grab hold of your breast— lips curling up at your refusal. However, a static voice coming from his earpiece caused him to pause his actions. You couldnt catch what they were saying but you doubted it was anything good. His yellow eyes gleamed, ❝ Let’s get you back home— where you belong ❞

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He stared down at the rotted corpse, there is no remorse or sympathy that he feels. His predecessor failed in killing Jake sully— and now he’s here to finish what he couldn’t do. The green fletching arrows were intimidating— and struck horror in the depths of his chest. He doesn’t know if it’s his own delusion but he swears he feels a ghost of pain in his chest and torso— in the exact same spot his counter body was shot at.

Besides him Lyle patted down the skeleton, hesitating as his fingers came in contact with a crinkled piece of paper tucked inside a pocket. Quaritch was lost in his own dilema, dusting off the leftover debris from the human skull in the palm of his hands. ❝ Colonel— this belongs to you❞ Lyle motioned to the folded paper while nervously flicking his tail. Quaritch snatched the paper from his hand and unfolded the wrinkled paper sheet. It was a photo— of you. You were smiling, eyes sparkling in delight. You were gazing down at a floral bouquet— riddled with the rare plants of Pandora. You begged him— hell even pleaded with him to make you one.

And his human counter part couldn’t tell you no. Instead he sent out his group of men along with a few scientist to bring him those specific flowers that you wanted. He sees now just how crafty you were— those flowers were incredibly difficult to get. They were found in parts of the jungle that humans weren’t able to access due to the danger of hostile predators. You had given him a specific list of just what you wanted— claiming you wanted nothing but the best. And he— he could provided them for you couldn’t he? Because he was the Colonel, he was a man who could do it all. In truth— they were more than just meets the eye. The scientist had wanted their greedy little hands on them but weren’t able due to the restriction of the area.

You were a smart little thing— able to batt your eyelashes at him and purr at his chest. Seducing him to your whims. You had gotten what you wanted from him— and well it’s not like he didn’t get what he wanted— everything has a price after all. It was only until later that he realized the truth of your actions and affection towards him— but it was far too late for him to care. You could use him for as much as you like, as long as you stayed in his embrace.

His thumb brushed against the picture, wishing willfully to have you back in his arms. He pocketed the picture in his vest, he’ll have you back soon in his arms. For now— he would have to settle with this photo.

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#SYNOPSIS- an unexpected outcome happens

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

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter Two - Settle For A Ghost

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#SYNOPSIS— Out in the forest the recoms find high value priosners

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, unhealthy obsession, possessive behavior, abuse of power, yandere, dark quaritch, implications of dubcon/noncon, stalking, creepy behavior, possessive thoughts, implications of baby trapping, implications of unwanted pregnancy

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch, Recom!miles quaritch

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Quaritch made his way through Pandora's jungle with his team behind. They were all on edge, tails and ears flapping agitatedly behind them. They raised their weapons as a pack of viper-wolves passed them; their yips and howls echoed. With weapons drawn the Recom squad expected a confrontation with the savages however they were proven wrong. The viper-wolves gave them a quizzical glance before scurrying away. His squad looked at each other in disbelief laughing as they lowered their weapons. Being in a blue body meant they weren’t seen as a threat. Z-Dog looked at Mansk, snickering ❝ No shit❞

They’ve trekked through the forest, slashing and cutting against the vines and roots that blocked their paths. Miles stumbled upon Site 26 a mobile link station for avatars were Jake sully resided alongside with Grace and other limp dick science majors. He alerted his team, giving them orders via hand signals. They’ve checked out the permitter shouting out ‘ clear‘ Miles headed towards the fallen AMP suit with two arrows sticking out. It was covered in vines and the wildlife of Pandora.

He crouched over the damaged suit, fingers turning the fletching of the arrow. His eyes were wide as he stared at the two green arrows jutting out. His ears dropped down a mixture of emotions in his eyes. He shifted his focus to the human remains of Quaritch, that had been left to decompose and rot. Colonel Miles Quaritch died here— gave one last official order demanding you to be buried with him. But the thought alone sickened him. This was the place he was going to bury you in, having given the order to kill once your cooperation with the RDA was finished. His tail flicked in frustration, just what more was he going to take from him? He understood— you weren’t his but you could be.

His ears perked up hearing a high pitched yell out in the distance, voices screaming out commands ❝ With me ❞ his hand briefly touched Lyle’s shoulder, gesturing him to follow his steps. Approaching his squad with his fingers twitching on the trigger angsty to see what got his comrades so riled up. ❝What have we here? ❞ Quaritch gazed at the na’vi carefully, eyes shifting to each hostage.

Lyle smiled cruelly, ❝ Hey, Colonel check it out— four fingers. We got a half breed ❞ he held up the girls palm, gesturing at her fingers. His gaze stayed on her for a second before shifting his focus to the na’vi kneeling on the ground ❝ Show me your fingers ❞ In a defiant action, the boy rose both of his hands flicking him off. Quaritch smirked, eyes crinkling in delight ❝You’re his, aren’t you? ❞ the na’vi barred his teeth, hissing out with his tail lashing behind him.

❝ You’re his, alright ❞ amused as he was there was unfathomable rage bubbling in his chest. He grasped the na’vi by the braid yanking him up. The na’vi let out a painful groan, hissing pathetically. Quaritch gazed down at him with disgust in his eyes ❝ Where is he? ❞ he gave a firm tug on his braid. The na’vi spoke in his tongue causing Quaritch to scowl. His ears pinned back, nose scrunching up in frustration. He uttered the same words in broken na’vi, yanking his braid once again earning a painful cry from the na’vi.

❝ Really? you wanna play it this way? ❞ he questioned frustratingly, having had enough of playing this game. Quaritch pulled out his dagger from his belt, lips pursing in anger. He threw the boy to the ground, walking towards the female na’vi. ❝ Kri! Hey! Hey, don’t touch her! ❞ the human boy shouted, trashing against the grip that held him back. Quaritch peered down at him, head tilting slightly. The boy seemed down right feral, dressing like the na’vi.

❝ What’s your name, kid? ❞ The human boy hesitated briefly, ❝ Spider— ❞ It was like the world stopped, eyes wide like saucers as he stared at the boy—no his son. His ears preened up, the boys words repeated in his head. Was this your son? His? He collapsed on his knees, gazing at the boy with child like wonder ❝ Miles? ❞ his voice was laced with disbelief ❝Nobody calls me that ❞ his son pursed his lips, he was obviously discomforted with the name ❝ I’ll be damned, We’ll I figured you’ll be with your mother — ❞ his voice trailed off

His eyes widen, tail perking up. If his son resided near this territory than wouldn’t you too? You were a responsible woman— you wouldn’t of let your son wander off too far. Even if you had resented him for the pregnancy you still had morals. His tail thumped against the ground a clear indication of his emotions ❝ Where is she? Where’s your mother? ❞ His son scoffed shaking his head, a clear sign of his refusal to answer. Quaritch jaw tightened, nostrils flaring as he stared his son down ❝ Where is she?! ❞ his voice was loud, thunderous so— even his own comrades flinched from his booming voice. His anger had transformed him into a different man—

Yet the boy had remained quiet. ❝ What are we doing boss? ❞ Lyle had snapped him back into reality— a cruel one at that. But no matter, he’ll have the boy singing like a canary of your whereabouts. ❝ Iron sky, Blue one, actual ❞ his fingers pressed against the comm, ❝ Blue one, Iron sky, send your traffic ❞ the response he had gotten back was quick, ❝ We are standing by for extract, over— Be advised we are bringing in high value prisoners ❞

❝ Sit tight blue one, we’re inbound to your pos—❞ Cutting off the mic short, Quaritch rounded up his squad, gesturing them to follow as they treaded back to site 26. ❝ Lyle get me some audio on this ❞ With a few buttons to click on his holopad, he could finally hear the squabbling of his predecessor along with the feral hisses of— ❝ that’s Sully’s woman ❞ Lyle peered at the tablet, agreeing with his colonel ❝ she’s an animal ❞ His face scrunched up in obvious distaste, forwarding to where Jake had fought his predecessor on this very ground they stood on ❝ Give it up Quaritch ❞

The tablet zoomed in on Jake, ❝ It’s all over ❞ Jake gestured towards the obvious lost the humans took. ❝ Nothings over while I’m breathin ❞ His ears pinned back, almost wincing as the fight went on. Two arrows pierced Quaritch— the video log had ended abruptly. Lyle took the tablet from his hands, peering at the colonels dazed look ❝ Yeah there’s nothing else after that ❞

Quaritch leaned down picking up his predecessor skull, inspecting the three scars that ran through his skull. He grimaced— if he didn’t know any better it was like he was staring at his own future. Will his fate turn out like this too? Left to rot in this jungle, decomposing with predators nipping at his corpse. His ears flattened against his skull— no that won’t happen to him. His predecessor failed to kill Jake sully. He was weak— he was Human.

Lyle picked up the fallen dog tag on the floor ❝ want us to recover these remains? ❞ Quaritch brought up the skull at eye level gazing at it with intensity. Putting the slightest amount of pressure on the skull was enough for it to crumble. He swiped off the leftover debris from his palms ❝ No ❞ his answer was short and brief, there was no point in dwelling about this.

The sun was setting fast, night drawling in; bringing in the horrors that Pandora can bring. Yips and howls had everyone on edge, the recoms took a formation, eyeing the forest with hostility. Drizzle poured down on them, pelting on the ground leaving an ominous sound. Soon the drizzle turned into a heavy downpour. The atmosphere around them was tense, each Recom was on edge. And for a good reason too— ❝ Shut up! ❞ without a second to lose the Recom was shot dead with a green fletching arrow. He dropped on the ground with a loud thud, ❝ Contact na’vi! ❞

Bullets shot at the tree bark , splinters flying off by the rapid fire. The na’vi boy grasped onto a canteen and ripped out it’s pin, green smoke erupting from the metal can. The Recom let out a pained scream as the na’vi sunk down its canines in their flesh. Out of pain they let go of the na’vi boy, cradling their injured arm. Another green fletching arrow pieced a female Recom, her body fell flat on a fallen log. Quaritch retreated with the rest of the recoms, grasping onto Walker’s vest he brought her down to him. To his dismay she was dead on impact,

His eyes zoned in towards the arrow, the green fletching mocking him. His ears tipped back an unrecognizable look crossed his face. His canines flashed, ❝ Is that you Miss Sully? I’ve recognized your calling card. Why won’t you come on out? You and I— we’ve got some unfinished business ❞ he called out behind the tree, gripping onto his gun tighter ❝Demon! I will kill you as many times as I have to! ❞ she yelled back at him with venom laced in her voice. ❝ I see you and the Corporal have been pretty busy, haven’t you? Dropped yourself a whole litter of half-breeds ❞ Shots continued to be fired, bullets whizzed through the air.

Quaritch crept forward silently, pouring out bullets, he was on their tails and he refused to go back empty handed. Quaritch fingers hovered over the trigger, eyes narrowing on Miles running away with a female na’vi. The gun shot rang out with a loud, Boom! momentarily blinding everyone in the process. His ears perked up hearing a painful moan coming up further, he slid across the mud. Quaritch cradled the injured boy to his chest, gimmick and blood coating his human flesh. He was clearly wounded and even showed signs of distortion. ❝ Fall Back! ❞ he yelled out

He threw the boy over his shoulders, retreating with his squad. Ahead of them was the their designated carrier, strapping the hook against his vest he was lifted upwards.

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The doors shut behind him as he inhaled through his respiratory mask. He leaned down placing both hands on his knees, grimacing as he stared at the boy, he had blood trickling down his nose, rocking his body underneath the table. His footsteps led him to the other side of the table, crouching low; to his utter surprise the boy lashed out and leaned towards the opposite side heading towards the door. ❝Woah— Woah! Easy tiger— easy ❞ with his Supreme agility and strength it wasn’t hard to stop Miles from taking another steps further.

He pressed his palm flat against his chest as Miles continued to trash and fight against him. He spat and hissed at him like a feral cat before ultimately stopping his actions. His strength was no match to that of a na’vi let alone someone with combat experience. Quaritch withdrew his hand back, taking a couple of steps back. His hands were raised in the air hoping to appear non threatening to the boy ❝ We good? ❞ Spider scoffed, he turned his head away refusing to make eye contact with him. Quaritch kneeled down on one knee, ❝ Kid, you got heart. Those science pukes leaned on you pretty hard. But you gave them nothin’. I respect that ❞ There was a brief silence along with the clinking of metal, Quaritch hesitated briefly before outstretching his palm. There in the center of his palm was the dog tag of his predecessor ❞ I thought you might want this ❞

Silence once again, it seemed the boy was intent on remaining quiet. Inhaling through his nose, Quaritch was fed up with his refusal to speak— hell at least acknowledging him would at least count for something. He took the boys hand and slapped down the dog tag on his palm. He curled up his hands into a fist, giving a squeeze. ❝ That’s Colonel Miles Quaritch— Deceased, Killed in Action ❞ he gestured towards the dog tag.

Spider threw the tag across the room even daring to make eye contact with him as he did it. As a show of defiant towards him. His lips quirked up in amusement, outstretching his hand towards the discarded tag he picked it up, thumb brushing agaisnt the cold metal. Perhaps maybe you would want it. He dared himself to even think of you wearing it, a ghost of a smile curling up his lips. He turned back towards spider, ❝ I’m not that man but I do have his memories enough to know that well— he wasn’t always a good man but that’s not an apology to the na’vi ❞ he settled himself beside him.

❝ I’m not your father. Technically you and I, were nothin’ to each other but I can help you. I can get you outta here. I’m not gonna ask you to betray Jake Sully. I know you’ll never do that. You’re loyal and I admire loyalty. Just ride along otherwise, I gotta give you back to the lab coats. ❞ It seemed his words had managed to pierce into the boys head, had finally managed to wrap his head around his situation. He nodded slowly, agreeing to his proposal. Quaritch cleared his throat, palms rubbing down his legs in agitation ❝ I gotta ask— your mother, how is she? ❞

It seemed his words had managed to cause discomfort to the boy, he hesitated before mumbling incoherent words under his breath. Quaritch frowned, ears twitching, he didn’t quite catch his words ❝ repeat that again for me ❞ Spider rolled his eyes, ❝ I don’t know ❞ Quaritch looked at him in bewilderment ❝ You don’t know? What do you mean you don’t know? ❞ Spider shrugged, ❝ I don’t know where she is ❞ A blank emotionless expression swept over his face as the realization of his words sunk in.

Just where could you be? Why wouldn’t you be with his son? You wouldn’t abandon him would you? Impossible— no. You were overjoyed to be pregnant with his child. He was sure of it— thinking back to the memories that were gifted to him he remembers your tear stricken face. They were tears of joy he was sure of it. He doubt the boys words were true, choosing to lie instead of telling the truth. Nostrils flaring, he stood up from the table, fist clenched at his sides. ❝ Don’t worry I’ll find her— for the both of us ❞

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OBSESSING OVER RECOM

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#SYNOPSIS— in which all recoms are obsessed with their recom teammate

#WARNING(S)— yandere(?), unhealthy fixation, unhealthy obsession, non consensual touching, groping, implications of forced mating, implications of noncon/dubcon, abuse of power, manipulation/manipulative, forced tsahylu

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom Group/ Deja Blu squad

At one point it had become incredibly draining to be around everyone. Even opting to hanging out with the scientist pukes. But such a plan was discarded right away. Mansk had become increasingly needy, often by your side quietly. Content with just being anywhere near you. He was easy to please— something you were quite grateful for. Walker was shameless in her touches. Going as far as groping you in front of the others, her touches were bold. It would cause a chain reaction from the others, joining in and cupping you through your pants.

Prager was similar to Mansk in terms of affection, content with having an arm around you or nuzzling your nape with his nose. But sometimes his neediness would get the best of him. At one point he would thrown rationality out the window and sink down on his knees nuzzling your crotch with his nose. Ja was quite the opposite form the others, begging to be touched by you. He would tug on the string of your pants, gazing up at you with glassy eyes. It was quite the sight, and it was enough to have him getting pulled in your lap. Oblivious to his manipulation.

Brown acted indifferently. As if you didn’t affect him— but rather he was good at hiding his emotions. He never sought out any sort of physical touch except pleasure. It was exhausting to say the least— to try and keep up with his high libido. At one point you would shrug him off and deny him any access. He would get increasingly frustrated wanting nothing more but to touch you. He would become irrationally angry and he would take whatever he seemed fit. Because in his mind you belonged to him. His own personal stress reliever.

Lopez had the same mentality as Brown but rather he was more open of his feelings. Whatever he wanted he would take. He was aggressive like that, he would voice out his thoughts uncaring if they were hurtful. He enjoyed taking what he wanted from you— it didn’t matter if you were exhausted. Warren was unbothered to say the least. Seeing you in the corner of his sight was enough for him. On the occasion he’ll request the simplest things such as holding hands and whatnot.

Zhang was someone who was didn’t ask for much, quite awkward in asking for any sort of touch from you.On the occasion his lip would curl in frustration seeing the others act so openly towards you. He was usually stiff around you, unable to fully relax without having the need to pounce you. To have you in his grasp, an itch that needed to be scratch that only you could soothe. The feeling would overwhelm him at one point causing him to breakdown. However, when you would bask him with your presence his tail would thump against the ground like a dog.

General Ardmore would have surely noticed their personality shifts at some point. She even made the decision to cut you off from the Recom squad, claiming you had turned out to be a liability for them. The General's choice didn't turn out well; she was faced with an angry group of highly trained Recom soldiers, teeth barred in anger as they demanded you to be returned to them. Being helpless in the situation, you were returned back to the squad you were faced with happy smiles and loud purrs.

BEING OBSESSED WITH HIS EX! LOVER

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#SYNOPSIS—Headcanons + scenario on Recom Lyle obsessing over his ex! lover

#WARNING(S)— dark lyle(?)obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts,non-consent touching, personality crisis(?)identity crisis(?) sniffing kink(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

No matter how hard he tried, how much effort he put into himself— wether by causing mischief or even going as far as hurting himself you still wouldn’t turn your head to him. As much as he loved the chase he was starting to get frustrated. The only time you’ve ever gone to look for him was to scream at him, claiming how he couldn’t just scare the man you were interested in. How he can’t just walk back into your life expecting things to go his way. Couldn’t you see he simply wanted things to go back the way they were. The way it’s meant to be— how it’s suppose to be. With you in his arms, giving him that pretty smile and batting your eyes at him.

There wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t by your side. He was always near, with a bouquet of flowers from the wildlife of Pandora or any odd fruits he found in the forest. He would continue this for many months, ignoring the way his gifts were left untouched. He didn’t mind one bit, claiming that they just didn’t catch your attention (A lie he often told himself to cope with) He would simply have to gain your attention in a different manner.

An opportunity had come by when he met you at the gym by chance. Laughing with the man you were interested in. His tail flicked in agitation, you acted so normal to everyone else. Giving them attention and affection while he wasn’t even given a speck. To cope with his newfound aggression he turned back to his weights, adding pile after pile. Muscles tensing as he tested out the new strength his body possessed. Placing his weights down, he glanced over to your direction finding you gone.

His lips curled up into a snarl, obviously displeased from your disappearance. You wouldn’t be off somewhere with the man you were seeing, right? A low growl rumbled against his chest, he stalked off looking for any hints he could find you. His nose twitched catching scent of something sweet. He was familiar with the sugary smell— when he was human he often found himself with his nose buried in your neck finding peace in your scent. Like a dog he trailed after the smell, footsteps quickening as he got closer.

His ears flattened against his skull, pupils shrinking as he caught sight of you flirting with your male companion. His canines gritting against each other, tail lashing behind him. Short hisses escaping past his lips, nose flaring as he walked up to the two of you pushing the man to the ground. He ignored your shouting behind him, focusing on the man you were cozying up to. He picked him up by the collar of his shirt, enjoying the thrill he gets in being stronger than him. His gaze would shift towards you expecting a bright smile and opened arms but alas he was met with a look of horror.

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Reeling back his fist, Lyle landed a square punch on his jaw. Enjoying the sickening crunch that erupted from his attack. The man fell down in one hit, moaning and groaning in pain as he cradled his jaw. Lyle barked out a snicker, ❝ Oh, man, that is just sad ❞ His fun was cut short as you screamed. You rushed past him, dropping down to the ground as you frantically checked the man moaning in pain. Lyle scoffed, tail flicking in annoyance. Just what is it about him that catches your attention?

His hand gripped onto your forearm, ❝ Let’s go, buttercup ❞ you struggled against his grip. Screaming out protest as you tried to reach the wounded man. However, it proved to be fruitless, he was far much stronger than you. Your footsteps could barley keep up with his pace, occasionally tripping on your own as he dragged you past corridors. Your hands whacked his back countless times, yelling and screaming at him. ❝ Now— don’t be like that, hmm? What do we say we go to my room and talk this out yeah? Wouldn’t you like that baby? ❞ Without waiting for an answer, he dragged you towards his dorm. Opening the door he tossed you inside as if you were nothing but a rag doll to him.

You scowled at his brutish behavior ❝ Enough of this! I don’t want to be here— I told you I don’t want anything to do with you! ❞ He ignored your words, rather busying himself at staring you down. You were so small— so cute. Noticing his clouded gaze you made a run for the door. But alas it was a failure, his hands wrapped around your waist tossing you towards his bed. You bounced from the impact, scrambling to get off. Lyle pounced on you, caging you between his arms ❝Come on now, it’s me— your boyfriend! Quit struggling so much❞ You shook your head, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.

He ran his hands up your body, memorizing the familiar shape he once traced in his past life. He groped whatever he was able to access, squeezing your waist noticing just how small you are to him. His hand was big enough to cover your entire stomach. Slowly, he brought his lips towards your neck, leaving traces of wet kisses. His nose flared as he inhaled your scent at the corner of your nape, a grin curved up the corner of his lips. His tail curled, it was exactly how he remembers you— so plaint for him.

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BEING HIS EX! LOVER

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#SYNOPSIS— being the ex lover of human Lyle Wainfleet and meeting yandere! Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

#WARNING(S)— yandere behavior, obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts, unhealthy fixation, stalking, personality crisis(?), delusion/illusion(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

When he first woke up he was confused, the last thing he remembered was signing papers to a project the RDA offered. They promised a large sum of money and what type of man would he be to deny that? To deny you that? It was more than enough to buy a house and settle down with you once he rotates back to earth with you. Or at least that’s what was suppose to happen. No— fate had other plans for him.

Turns out he’s been dead for sixteen years and recently brought back from the dead by project Phoenix. He felt invincible— he cheated death. Who else can brag about that? He was comfortable with who he became— sure it felt odd to look like the enemy but he got over it. He wasn’t them— no he was human on the inside; something you struggled to accept.

It took him quite a while to remember you, far too occupied with his new body and meeting the rest of his old comrades. It comes up quick— like a flash of thunder. He stills completely, pupils slitting as his tail laid flat unmoving. His teammates were confused from his sudden change of demeanor. It only took a second before he shouted your name running to any poor labcoat, he pestered them about your whereabouts. If you were still working for the RDA or rotated back to earth. To his surprise you were still working for the RDA— he was thrilled.

You were escorted to him, oddly confused from the unexpected summon. You were given no details but to accompany them quickly. When the doors open you were met with a na’vi with military gear on. Tail waggling and eyes brightening as they caught on to you. “Buttercup!”an endearment your ex boyfriend often called you. Your breath hitched as you stared up at him, eyes wide like craters. Unknown to him he didnt catch sight of your horror stricken face as he scooped you up in his arms laughing.

You were horrified to say the least— this na’vi had similarities of your ex boyfriend who died sixteen years ago. They had the same face, same goofy smile— everything. But it wasn’t him— this wasn’t him. You struggled agaisnt his embrace, clawing and screaming as you trashed. He placed you down, confused by your erratic behavior. The wheels in his head clicked, understanding why you were behaving like this. He placed a hand over his chest claiming that he was your boyfriend— that he is Lyle Wainfleet. They transferred his memories into this body in case anything happened to his human body.

His ears flattened agaisnt his head when he saw you shook your head “Lyle Wainfleet died in battle— he’s dead. You’re not him, you can talk like him, you can quack like him but you ain’t him. So who the fuck are you?“ You stormed off without another word with anger written in your face. You left him there with ears pinned down and tail droopy. His comrades tried cheering him up, claiming you’ll come around and accept him. But you didn’t— not once did you come back to him. If anything you ignored him— no matter how hard he tried, it was like he was invisible to you.

His heart ached for you, it wasn’t the same without you. You— the one person he adores and loved didn’t want him. Sure he is a clone but he still is the same man. He’s still the man you once fell in love with. He’s certain he can make you see him for who he is now. At one point he couldn’t understand why you weren’t accepting of him— unless you had fallen in love with someone else. Cue the stalking and questioning anyone around you. With his new size he was able to intimidate others for information regarding any new lovers or any drastic changes.

There were whispers that you were interested in another man— someone that isn’t him. He was furious when he heard of this, tail lashing behind him, a low rumble in his chest. He tracked the man down, teeth bare as he snarled. He was small— weak. He didn’t deserve you, he couldn’t protect you like he could. His comrades were behind him as they jeered and bullied the poor guy. Lyle was doing the right thing— this was his mentality now. If he can’t have you neither can anyone else.

Side Story - unwelcoming touches

→ Infatuation | m.list

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#SYNOPSIS—Colonel Quaritch has a brilliant plan

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere,dark quaritch, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, non-consensual touching, stalking, creepy behavior, abuse of power, delusional, implications of noncon/dubcon(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— colonel Miles Quaritch

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When he first laid eyes on you the Colonel thought you were nothing more but a pretty little thing. Arm candy if you will— for him that is. You’re in the corner of his vision in every room he walks in, with a nice buttoned blouse, a tight skirt that amplified your body and bright red heels. They way you bat your eyelashes and flash a darling smile towards the men. A vixen— he thinks. He sees the way other men look at you, the way their eyes darken with desire. He doesn’t blame them but he does blame you. You are the reason why their heads turn, why they turn into mindless fools. He’s no better than them— and that frustrates him.

At one point his frustration boils to the top, he wants nothing more but to have you in his grasp. A pretty little thing like you underneath him is but a man’s filthy dream. His feelings for you only progress due to the various encounters he’s had with you. At one point he thought you were outright looking for him— a chance to seduce him seeing as how many times he’s run into you. The gears turn in his head and in the end he decides to take the advantage presented to him. In the chances he runs into you he makes sure he’s known.

He’s a man who demands respect and screams authority. He walks with confidence, head high and broad shoulders squared. His heartbeat quickens in anticipation as he hears the echoing click of your heels. He can't help but seize the opportunity when he sees you coming around the corner. He collides into you, or more accurately, you collide into him. His arms tightened around your waist like a serpent, steadying your balance against him. The soft plush of your body pressing against him as you stared up at him like a deer in headlights. ❝ Colonel— ❞ You’re hands pushed against his chest trying to get out of his grip, the way you squirmed in his grasp was oddly cute.

❝ Now where are you off to in such a hurry? ❞ His hand came up to caress the side of your cheek but to his displeasure you had flinched from his touch. His eyes narrowed, displeased with your rejection at his touch. He gripped the side of your cheek firmly, seeing your eyes tearing up, lips grimacing and chin trembling. He would give anything to watch your cheeks flush and be the reason your tears trickle down your cheeks. He could feel your heartbeat pounding against your ribs, was he the reason you were nervous? Why your legs were shaking and knees knocking together, was he the reason for that? Or was it someone else?

His eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched together. Anger coursed through his veins, like a blazing inferno. We’re you with someone else? Flashing them your pearly white teeth, laughing and giggling with them. Acting all friendly with any bastard that comes your way. Is that why your shaking? Had you come back from fooling around with someone? His fingers dug into the flesh of your cheekbone. Shooting pain coursed through your cheekbone, as you hissed in pain ❝You’re hurting me— ❞ His grip on your cheekbones softened, thumb caressing against your soft skin in an apologetic way.

A look of bitterness and jealousy swept across his face, he supposes there’s only one way to figure it out. His hand slid down brushing the side of your hips, gaze set firmly in the way your knees locked together. He could picture unsavory images of you bedding another man, legs spread open and head thrown back in pleasure. His teeth gnashed against each other— that won’t do. No— he’ll have to see proof itself you weren’t out there fooling with another. And with you acting so docile— well who was he to deny?

❝ Colonel?—❞

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BEING HIS BETROTHED

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#SYNOPSIS— being the betrothed of ao’nung isn’t easy. What happens if he finds out a forest boy caught your attention?

#WARNING(S)— jealousy, possessiveness, implications of unrequited love, yandere(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— ao’nung, Neteyam

An agreement between two prominent families promised their children to become lifelong mates. Thus you were betrothed to ao’nung since you were a child. Raised alongside each other, ao’nung had understood the role he was born with. He grasped onto these truths quicker than you did. You were to be his mate, the mother of his children, his future Tsahik. He had accepted that. Overjoyed even— he was thrilled to have you as his mate. He boasted about it to anyone he would encounter. How gorgeous you were— how kind and how perfect you are to him. The perfect mated couple.

But such expectations were burdening on your shoulder. To being the perfect match was to also being the perfect Tsahik for the clan. Every choice was judged by others— if you were far too childish, far too mature etc. It was tiring— draining even. At one point you began to resent Ao’nung. It was his fault— all these burdens on your shoulder were because of him.

Your life was planned out because of this betrothed. It was dull and boring— however that all changed when an Omatikaya family had landed on the beach asking for uturu. By the orders of the Olo’eyktan they were to be accepted like one of the people. To teach them the ways of the metkayina— you were tasked to teach the family of Toruk Makto. Unlike your betrothed you were ecstatic to teach them. It wasn’t every day you would personally teach the family of Toruk Makto.

You had gotten close with the oldest sully boy— Neteyam. He was different— he was kind, and oh— he was wonderful. You had grown to harbor a crush on the boy, likewise he held feelings for you. There was no use in hiding your feelings for each other when they were clear as the ocean. Obvious to anyone with eyes— with the way you both looked at each other. You would giggle at his remarks, batting your eyelashes at him, sneaking off at midnight to meet him in secret. But no matter how secretive the two of you were, someone was bound to notice. It was Ao’nung, he was skeptical with the relationship you had with Neteyam. At first he believed the two of you were nothing but friends, much to his annoyance. But it was only until later that he realized the longing looks and small caresses.

He was furious— enraged even. To think you would even entertain the idea of being the outcast mate— of allowing the forest boy to even have a silver of hope to be by your side. When it was him— him that could only be with you. He is your betrothed and you are to be his Tsahik. It pained him to see you be interested in someone else other than him. He confronted you about your relationship with neteyam, lashing at you in anger.

How dare the outcast even dream of having you? This never would of happened if you mated with him but he withheld the consummating, claiming that the both of you decided to take things slow. But now— he wasn’t so hospital with his decision. Ignoring your cries he dragged you towards his family hut. There he spoke to his parents in consummating your relationship, how it’s finally time for the two families to be brought together. His parents we’re ecstatic of the news— your betrothal with their son has lasted much longer than they thought

The consummating between the chiefs son and his betrothed was to be announced tomorrow. You were bombarded with congratulations and smiling faces— no matter how much you protested it was done. You would be bonded with Ao’nung— your fate was sealed.