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milquetoast27 · 6 months

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The Secret of Sherlock Holmes

GRANADA FANS. If you have not heard of this play, NOW IS THE TIME TO HEAR ABOUT IT. I'd been saving it for a rainy night and it was SOO good 😭😭Please allow me to elaborate.

[heads-up, there are no video recordings of it. I listened to the audio and followed along with the script. Not ideal, but still gave me a vivid image of what was happening on-stage.]

The nuance between screen and stage allows the actors to achieve different effects that are not possible with an on-screen adaptation. Characters do not turn to the camera and just tell you their innermost thoughts, but they can in a stageplay- and it's here that we really get to hear Brett and Hardwicke's ideas about Holmes and Watson- not much of it was unfamiliar as I'd read most of Brett's views in interviews, but it was really cool to get that confirmed in an official production that he worked on. Honestly, Brett had that feeling of "I can fix him" that I think exists in all of us Holmes fans, and totally went for it. The canon (and the Granada series) is rife with subtleties and 'show, don't tell', but it is honestly refreshing for once, to have such powerful emotion depicted dramatically and audaciously on a stage. It is all too often throughout the stories that Holmes and Watson are awfully reticent about their feelings. This play is an explosion of their private thoughts that leads to finally, thankfully, a wonderful reconciliation. I love it so much as it clearly advocates for open communication being a vital factor for a good friendship. There's a good reason for why that never happened in the canon; I think it has a lot to do with the shyness and reticence of the English, and I would not be surprised most particularly with Victorian men. But Holmes and Watson do still have their moments in the canon (e.g. 3GAR & FINA), and it's what makes them stand out so shockingly much in their time.

I appreciate that this play gives us viginettes of Holmes and Watson's life together all the way up to The Final Problem. It not only sets us up for the climax later, but also shows us specifically Brett's Holmes and Hardwicke's Watson. There were changes made from the original stories, and yet felt so wonderfully in-character and flowed really well through the actors. The play exclusively stars Brett and Hardwicke, and the purpose of redoing scenes from the canon, such as STUD, NAVA, or CHAS was to highlight the status in their relationship, for example Holmes's displeasure at Watson's marriage and subsequent loneliness- important scenes that communicate Holmes's dependence on Watson. These small glimpses also give us the much-needed humour for any balanced Holmes production! It not only communicates the warm and light moments that they shared, but also helps us get more invested in this particular pair on the stage, which is still vital, even if we're already attached to the characters.

The implications that arise from Brett's portrayal of Holmes is fascinating. He admits that he'd have been dead within two years without Watson, without the indispensible role he played in controlling his addiction and mental state. He admits of the lonely and awful childhood he shared with his brother. The fact that Holmes comes forward and tells us this himself suggests he is very psychologically aware of himself and how his mind works. He understands why he has addictions, the reasons for his barriers and difficulty with emotional vulnerability. Assuming Holmes is very interested in the criminal psyche, but also his own due to his eccentricities, it makes so much sense that he would psychoanalyse himself to this degree, but also be frustrated with how little he is able to move from his rigid mindset. This interpretation works so wonderfully for Brett's Holmes, and I am so glad for this portrayal he has given us. When it comes to canon Holmes, however, I feel that this is more likely to be unconscious. I can never shake how much of Brett is actually within his Holmes. While his comes close to the original, I still see them as separate people. Granada's adaptation tends to play up Holmes's melancholy/depression a little too far for me, like a far-away, mythical creature that can never be understood, because we never get much of an opportunity to see what he really feels (perhaps Eligible Bachelor or Master Blackmailer might come close). But I feel that almost defeats the character. To me, Holmes is flawed and troubled, but he is simply human. The Secret of Sherlock Holmes portrays this fact wonderfully, because all of those feelings are rising to the surface.

We move further into speculation, but I think Brett's Holmes has also a fairly healthy understanding of the difference between social constructs and necessities, which take more importance in a queer/neurodivergent reading of him. He understands that his upbringing was due to an "accepted convention", and we see time and again how Holmes disregards social conventions or constructs and does his own thing. It's why he gets frustrated at others for not understanding him, but also accepts that it will never come easily to people. That's why he's very lucky for Watson (and Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade!) :)

Holmes's darker emotions, and Watson's fierce devotion are displayed most prominently throughout. When Watson comments on Holmes's childhood, Holmes lies about it, woeing internally over how much he conceals, to even someone as close to him as Watson. He privately shares his desire to be "found out", because sharing his feelings to Watson is too difficult. His friend takes his word for it, appreciative of the times Holmes is able to speak frankly about himself. Holmes wants to be open, and Watson wants to listen, but it's Holmes's barriers preventing it. This feeling and experience is so raw and human, and something I would imagine would resonate with many people.

The latter half of the play focuses primarily on Holmes's cocaine addiction. Pastiche writers really like that sore spot, huh. Watson's perceptiveness and powers of observation are on full force in this play. Watson can tell when Holmes is high (as a medical man, most likely), and even deduced that Holmes may still be living by Mycroft's body language. But when it came to Holmes's return from the Great Hiatus...

Something that canon Watson seems to completely forget is his anger towards Holmes. In the story, he is so star-struck and relieved that he barely considers any other feeling. Hardwicke does briefly touch on this in the Granada episode with "I thought I would be as trustworthy as your brother," but it really doesn't go further than that. In The Secret of Sherlock Holmes, Hardwicke goes FULL FORCE. This is what we needed!!! It was a powerful, hair-raising performance. When Holmes has clearly not understood the harm he has done, Watson leaves. Actually slams the door. And when he returns, he makes it very clear to Holmes why he is hurt. And yet, his devotion remains, for when Holmes starts explaining his creation of Moriarty, it takes a while before Watson is fully convinced. Watson is extremely compassionate and empathetic, yes, but he's also very grounded and level-headed, and he must draw the line somewhere. It doesn't take him long to forgive Holmes, but he knows his anger has a place in that room, and allows it to be. I appreciate that it's taken just as seriously as Holmes's troubles.

The only reason either Holmes or Watson are able to communicate so finely with each other- even through shouting and crying- is because of their emotional awareness. It's what makes their relationship work, because they are both aware of how much they mean to each other. When they move past the difficulty of sharing such feelings, their bond grows stronger.

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neteyamsyawntu · 1 year

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And So She Danced With Death

Chapter 4

Dark!Neteyam x Na'vi!Reader fic

👉Chapter 1

👉Chapter 2

👉Chapter 3

Disclaimer!: All canon characters in ATWOW that appear in ASSDWD are all aged up by 5 years.

Synopsis: After Neteyam takes it upon himself to reclaim you as his mate, the two of you find yourselves in a risky situation.

WARNINGS: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, angst, SOO much angst, mentions of death, near death experience, evil! Neteyam, soft!Neteyam, suggestive language, mentions of torture and abuse

Neteyam’s grip tightened drawing his arms around your backside. One hand firmly grasping your shoulder while the other securely held your waist, pressing your body close to him as he eyed down the door from over your shoulder, cock still firmly planted inside of you. The door hardly came to a full open before the intruder hurriedly brushed passed the small opening and closing the door behind him. The half naked human caught his breath mentally patting himself on the back to the success of his stealthy plan, before turning his attention to the center of the room at the scene in front of him. You straddling Neteyam’s lap with your back facing the door, sticky liquid dripping down between both of your legs, Neteyam holding you with such possessiveness, face decorated in beads of sweat and bared fangs. With his jaw immediately dropping the blue striped human quickly moved to cover his eyes, “Awe damn it!” He cursed giving a small gag. You knew that voice, it was all too familiar. You turned your head to look behind you at the sound. It had to be, it couldn’t be anyone else. Much to your relief your suspicions were right: it was Spider. Relieved that it was a familiar face who you knew despite everything was still loyal to the Sullys, but the relief turned into a pained sting when the thought of his betrayal seeped into your brain.

It wasn’t even a full week after Neteyam’s funeral that Spider confessed his sins to Kiri. Saving Quaritch even though he knew it was wrong. The execution was poorly timed however as you and Lo’ak were approaching from behind, close enough to hear the confession. Immediately you saw red, but before you had a chance to strike, Lo’ak was already running passed you tackling Spider to the ground, sending a meteor shower of punches down on the defenseless human, his mask nearly getting destroyed in the process. That’s when you all found it, the little red blinking chip that had dislodged from the mask. It was a tracker. That lead to the first ambush on the Metkayina. There wasn’t even a single casualty, mostly just injuries and some marui’s and small kayaks damaged. But it turned out to all be a distraction. Amongst the chaos, that was when the RDA forces dove into the ocean toward the golden anemone, snatching Neteyam’s body from his resting place. Quaritch hurriedly tried to convince Spider to get on the ship with them, but he refused no longer desiring to be used as a puppet against his family.

“Spider what are you doing here?” You blinked rapidly, suddenly becoming very aware of the situation you were in. While you and Spider weren’t necessarily close, to still have him see you in such a compromising position you couldn’t help, but feel a bit embarrassed. Neteyam on the other hand showed no signs of shamefulness, more so annoyed about being interrupted… or rather having you be seen by another male naked, even if it was just Spider. His arms wrapped tighter around your form, trying to hide as much of your exposed body as possible. “I heard that you were captured and I figured if you weren’t in a holding cell you were probably here.” Spider grimaced trying to keep his eyes anywhere, but on the two tangled na’vi in front of him, “I was gonna help you escape, but CLEARLY you are in less distress than I thought” he gestured at the two of you, accidentally gazing over for a brief moment, before quickly correcting his actions. You hid your face in Neteyam’s chest feeling your face heat up incredibly. The idea of getting trapped in a dark hole sounded more appealing than being viewed in such a way. Neteyam shifted his weight from under you, looking to you before his gaze landed back on Spider, “Give us a moment” he said, motioning with his head to the next room over. Spider took the hint and hastily made his way to the other room, “yeah yeah, just knock on the glass when you’re ready”.

Neteyam took in a steady breath before leaning back, lifting your chin with his index finger, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your brows pinched as you studied his expression. His eyes were the softest you’d seen them since reuniting. Melancholy amber orbs gloomed at you, causing your heart to tighten as you debated to yourself what was to come next. “Teyam?” You whispered softly “My mate…” he hummed resting his forehead against yours lovingly, his throat felt tight as he struggled with the words. You took his face in your hands to direct his falling gaze back to you, “what is it my love?” You asked anxiously trying to find the answers in his eyes. His hand reached up to press against your own nuzzling into the touch, “the words are like stones in my heart, yawne…” he admits attempting to nuzzle deeper into your warm hold. You could feel your eyes prick with tears as understanding started to wash over you. With a deep breath, Neteyam grasped both of your hands softly, watching as his fingers grazed over all the individual lines and curves, “You need to leave here… go with Spider” he finally spoke, his eyes meeting yours that now filled with tears. You knew this was coming. How you hated being right in times like these. You were going to have to leave him again. Leave him here in the belly of the beast to fend for himself.

Neteyam clicked his tongue softly, lifting a hand to wipe away a fleeting tear with his thumb from your cheek, “please do not cry yawne…” he gently pleaded, kissing away the second tear the escaped your blinking lashes. His sudden softness making the situation all the more painful. If he had acted like you were just a cheap fuck maybe it had been easier…, but then again perhaps nothing would make this setting more bearable. It was one of those bleak realities you’d be forced to face. “I want you to come with us” you hiccup unable to hold back your tears. Neteyam sighed taking you into his embrace rocking you gently, “I wish I could go with you too…, but I have unfinished business here. I cannot leave just yet”. Your body began to shake as you tried desperately to withhold your sobs, not wanting to make this any harder on Neteyam as well. Leaning back once more to look at you directly as he cradled your face, “I will see you again, I promise that” Neteyam said sternly, his eyes glossed as if holding is own tears, “now come on.. let’s not keep Spider waiting okay?” He said wiping away the last of your tears before steadying his hands on your hips waiting for your permission. Finally collecting yourself, you gave him a small nod, as was his sign to slowly lift your hips up carefully. Your skin was sticky against his own; your walls which had adjusted to his length snuggly cradled against your cervix, felt tight as he slowly pulled out his cock from its sheath, the two of you releasing faint groans in the process. The mix of yours and his cum ran down your leg as you steadied yourself to stand and dismount his lap. Neteyam observed the stream of slick, smirking slightly to himself “I will never get tired of seeing that” he said in a small chuckle, to which you rolled your eyes, before playfully nudging his shoulder. Making your way around the table grabbed your discarded articles of clothing along with your exopack and hastily dressed yourself now feeling a sense of urgency. Neteyam approached from behind you, his loincloth now tied loosely around his hips. You groaned at your struggles with your own loincloth, your fingers fumbling with the flimsy strings. “Let me help” Neteyam hummed as his fingers splay over yours, softly coaxing the strings from between your fingers into his.

Leaning his head into the yours, Neteyam fastened the strings around the base of your tail, peppering small kisses on the shell of your ear. “Neteyam please…” you plead softly shifting your head enough to create distance between your ear and his lips. You hated to be cruel with him, but the idea of melting too much into his affections pained the part of you that was unsure of how long it would be until you saw him again, not to mention under what circumstances. Neteyam glanced at the back of your head before shifting his gaze back down to your loincloth as he finished tying a knot in the strings, “sorry…” he sighed understanding the reasoning behind your distance without you having to say anything. Turning on his heels, Neteyam moved to the end of the room, knocking on the glass to signal to Spider that it was appropriate to re-enter. The scruffy human shuffled awkwardly back into the room, holding out a box of tissues to Neteyam not making eye contact, permanently scarred to look at Neteyam the same way again, “Figured you may want these”. Neteyam carefully took the cardboard box in his oversized hand, fingering a tissue out from its containment, making his way over to you. You turned to him, eyeing the tissue before meeting his gaze. Blinking away the desire for him to touch you again, you extend your arm for the frail material.

Neteyam retracted his outstretched hand narrowing his eyes somewhat, a hint of annoyance playing in his features, “Please Y/N, let me at least do this” he insisted before moving slowly toward you. You sighed in defeat, backing yourself up to lean against the edge of the table, spreading your legs to grant him enough room to work. Neteyam had always been so attentive with aftercare in the past, it warmed your heart to know that aspect of him hadn’t completely warn off despite how untimely his urge to be a gentleman was. Steadily, Neteyam bent down to wipe away the drying mixture of cum from your inner thighs. You stiffened at the contact, still feeling remnants of sensitivity near your core. Not failing to notice your shift, Neteyam lifted his free hand to rub small circles into your calf while he worked, to distract you from the lingering feeling. You studied your mate with precision, mapping out every one of his features with your eyes, committing every detail, every scar and freckle to memory. Your throat tightened at the uncertainty both your futures held. You blinked a couple times, lifting your head at a slight angle in attempts to push back any tears that contemplated escape. Wadding up the used material, Neteyam stood back to his full height, looking over to Spider who was awkwardly shifting back and forth in the corner, eyes suddenly darting to the floor. “She is ready” Neteyam stated, scrunching his nose in disapproval on Spider’s wandering gaze. You look up to Neteyam watching as he purposely avoids your glance.

Inhaling deeply through the exopack you make your way over to Spider, “What is our plan?” You ask adjusting your hunting knife over your chest. “Well… this place isn’t exactly easy to navigate and lets say I don’t really have authorization to be escorting you anywhere, so if you don’t mind-“ Spider wondered, looking over to Neteyam who furrowed his brows “-No, she is supposed to be restrained inside this room. How will it look if I am to walk her out of the complex?”. Spider paused biting the inside of his cheek pondering the obvious snag in his plan. Taking a brief moment to think, Spider suddenly clapped his hands in justification, “Okay-okay so what if you say you are taking her outside to take a leak or something and then the moment you guys are outside-“ he declares shifting his gaze toward you, “-Y/N, you try to fight him off and escape that way”. Spider nods crossing his arms nonchalantly, seemingly very pleased with his latest scheme. The plan wasn’t terrible, yet the look on Neteyam’s face proved that he still wasn’t very impressed, “And? What if reinforcements try to catch her and she just ends up right back here? Or worse, some trigger happy prick shoots her dead… hmm? What thenSpider?” Neteyam fumed, his composure wearing as thin as his confidence in Spider’s plot. “Do you lack faith in my capability that much, Nete?” You shoot at him slightly offended at his unknowingly backhanded statement. Neteyam groaned pinching the bridge of his nose, his lips forming into a thin line as he contemplated his next words carefully, “What am I to do with myself if you get killed doing something so reckless?” He huffed out carefully as his fists ground into the table he now leaned over, eyes filled with a mix of hurt and concern locking with yours waiting for an answer.

Letting out a gentle sigh you allow your hard exterior to fall as you made your way to his side, laying your small hand over one of his clenched fist, “Ma’Muntxatan(husband)…I need you to trust me on this, we don’t have a lot of options. We will be smart and we will act fast. I’ll make my exit as believable as possible, but I need you to be with me on this” your voice was direct, yet your face softened as he rose to stare back at you. His eyes bounced between your own looking for any sign of uncertainty, but you were firm in your resolve, your mind was already made. Neteyam’s brows pinched reflecting his own uncertainty as he pressed his forehead against yours for comfort, closing his eyes to savor the contact,“I do not want to loose you..” he whispered loud enough for only you to hear. Your ears folded back as you nuzzled your head against his, allowing a small sigh to fall past your lips, “I promise-“, “you cannot” he croaked interrupting you to which you calmly shushed him in response, rubbing your thumb along his knuckles, “-I promise, that both of us will make it through this. Once I escape I will ensure that the next time we see each other will be when I finally set you free.” You hummed, wrapping your tail around his leg, leaning into his side, “The pain that I felt when I lost you-“, Neteyam hurriedly leaned back looking at your face, his eyes slightly glazed. This was the first time since his reawakening that he thought about what it must’ve been like for you watching him die. The impact it must’ve inflicted as you were left to carry that pain on your own. As Neteyam opened his mouth to interject, you quickly took his face in your hands, “I will never allow you feel that pain. Not until I am very old and Eywa herself deems it time. I can only hope the great mother is kind enough to allow us to meet her together when that time comes”.

Neteyam took in a heavy breath taking one last look at you before separating from your touch, shaking his head to regain his composure. With one last breath Neteyam, positioned himself behind you, drawing his hunting knife before grabbing onto your kuru and positioning the blade against your braid. “Spider, I want you to be in the forest when she escapes, copy?” Neteyam orders, eyeing him down from over your shoulder, his hard exterior taking its place in his features as if nothing had transpired is the past hour or so. Spider blinked at the sudden change in atmosphere, quickly adapting as be readied himself to leave the room first and sneak out the back door of the complex, “copy, I got you covered, bro.” Spider said, acknowledging as Neteyam nodded to him as his queue to carefully and hastily exit the room. After leaving a couple minutes for Spider to get a head start, Neteyam pushed you forward harshly toward the door, shoving you into the hallway. It had began. The plan was in motion, there was no turning back from here. Guiding you down the bright corridor, you were lucky that none of the RDA soldiers had questioned Neteyam about his motives. You thought it was also lucky that humans had such weak noses; knowing that if one of the recoms crossed your path, they would immediately smell the stench of sex that saturated both you and Neteyam. Yet your mate was smart, making sure to take the longer route to the entrance that avoided the recom barracks. Once you stepped outside the doors to the complex, you immediately let in a huge inhale of your native air. Fresh and clean. The sun was nearly set, meaning another full day had gone by. By now the Sullys would know that you were missing, the sense of anxiousness flooded your mind as you decided you needed to hurry and get back before they did anything rash in response to your capture.

“Halt!” There were 2 soldiers guarding the door once you had exited, being that it was turning to night shift they 4 on duty guards that would rotate periodically so the others could sleep. Neteyam quickly halted his movement, eyeing down the small human who held a gun almost half the size of his torso in his arms, “ain’t she supposed to be in the interrogation room?” The soldier pushed, eyes bouncing between the two of you, then looking your form up and down. Neteyam kept up his usual aggressive exterior when he responded, “She is not acclimated to your human facilities” he emphasized the word, “unless you want to be the one to clean up her mess later-“ before he could even finish the solder put his hands up in surrender, “Nope- nonono you’re good. Just don’t take her very far, right outside the gate-line in those trees should be plenty.” He ordered retaking his position. Neteyam let out a huff before pushing you forward roughly walking you past the gate far from any prying ears, “when we get into those bushes, I need you to knock me unconscious. We need to make this look as believable as possible” Neteyam whispered behind you, the thought made your stomach turn as you entered your destinated, “Neteyam I could kill you!” You whispered back a little more pointed, looking at him from over your shoulder, “you won’t… now do it, we don’t have a lot of time”. Neteyam made some distance between the two of you looking off for a brief moment as you jumped into action, sending a direct punch into his gut, just at the base of his rib cage. Neteyam wheezed out a breath as you circled around him, covered by the thick brush to any on lookers, you wrapped your arm around his throat, applying pressure to the area. “I love you, I love you, I love you” you chanted quietly into his ear, your brows pinching together as your eyes started to swell with tears as Neteyam’s wheezed out choked breaths. Keeping a hand just under his nose to feel from the pressure of his breath, you lowered him slowly to the ground, laying him down gently as you released your hold on him.

Thankful that he was still breathing you took one last look at him, stroking the side of his face before pulling yourself away, bolting into the forest far from the complex. It wasn’t long until you heard Spider calling out for you, eagerly running up to your side “Yes! I knew it would work” you gave him a half hearted smile pained by the actions it took to get you here. When you were far enough away from the RDA complex you allowed yourself to lean against the trunk of a tree, as your emotions began to overwhelm you. Spider, who had still been walking stopped in his tracks when he didn’t hear your heavy footsteps behind him, quickly looking back to witness you begin to hyperventilate. Worry washed over his face as Spider rushed back toward you, “Hey hey hey, its ok. You’re ok. What’s wrong?” He pleaded, scanning your body for injuries. You slid down the trunk to crouch against it, taking your face into your hands, “I came here… for him. To bring him back. To get him out of there, Spider” you croaked, tears falling freely from your eyes, not having to strength to hold them back any longer. Spider pinched his brows together nodding slowly, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I failed… I failed him” your voice shook, curling your tail around your ankle in efforts to make yourself look as small as you now felt. Spider shook his head leaning down to try and meet your gaze through your covered face, “Y/N you did not fail him. You did more for him than you think” he spoke carefully, as you slowly lifted you head to look at him, “Listen, before you came here, Neteyam was completely different. He was stone-cold. A puppet. He hardly even acknowledged me whenever I tried to get through to him. Like he wasn’t even alive…, but what I saw in that room today. The way he cared for you…” your eyes softened as you listened to his words, sniffling as you processed where he was going with this, “You woke him up, Y/N… you did and I’m sure he’s gonna be fighting to get back to you”.

Drawing in a deep breath you steadied your thoughts, finally feeling your eyes begin to dry with the drop of one final tear, rolling down your cheek. You glanced to the hand that was placed on your shoulder then back to the human it belonged to, “You know… if Neteyam knew you were touching me right now he’d probably take your arm off” you gave a small chuckle trying to lighten the mood, to which Spider took the bait immediately giving his own rough laugh, removing his hand from you, “yeeeah let’s keep this between us ok? I’d like to keep all of my limbs”. You nodded rising back to your full height now looking down at Spider, “Your secret is safe with me…”. You smiled before motioning with your head for the two of you to continue your venture. “There’s no tracker in that mask is there?” You asked Spider as you discarded the exopack you realized you still had. He puffed his chest proudly as he walked, “Nah- well there was, but I knew where to look for it. Guess I can thank Lo’ak for that later” he rolled his eyes light heartedly recalling the beat down that had occurred which revealed the chip in his original mask. You laughed out loud, biting your lip shortly after hoping you didn’t offend your companion, but Spider merely looked up at you, offering a cheerful smile at your relaxed state, as the two of you made your way back to the Metkayina camp.

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A pounding noise like drums pumped in Neteyam’s ears. His head feeling as if it was about to split. Slowly opening his eyes he winced as the bright fluorescents of the lights assaulted his pupils. Once gripping his bearings Neteyam scanned the room he was in, immediately recognizing where he was, starting to feel the sting from the restraints tightly pulled on his wrists as he shifted in place. His hands were raised above his head, with a restraint over his midsection and a pair over his ankles, cementing him in place against the wall. Gritting his teeth he lowered his head in defeat, readying himself for what was about to come. The sound of the door opening screeched through the room, yet Neteyam kept his eyes on the floor not acknowledging the new presence. He could smell them. He didn’t need to do much more to know Quaritch and his usual lackey trailed into the room. Quaritch gave a tired sigh crossing his arms as he walked up to Neteyam’s bound form, “Ya know son… I didn’t think we’d have to bring you in here again. I’m sad to say I was wrong”. He said chewing his cheek absentmindedly. Neteyam shook his head softly desperate to get the pounding to cease, his voice came out heavy and groggy, “What happened?” He asked trying to play his part. Quaritch tsk-ed his tongue before roughly grabbing onto a handful of Neteyam’s braids at the roots of his scalp, forcing his head up. Neteyam let out a pained groan as he gritted his teeth, now looking Quaritch in the eye. “Don’t play stupid with me, boy. That act of yours ain’t gonna get you nowhere.” Quaritch grumbled, showing his fangs, “you’ve already given yourself away champ, I can smell her all over you.” He growled.

Neteyam strained against his hold fighting through the sting, letting out a sharp scoff, “You almost sound jealous.” Neteyam egged on. Quaritch smirked backing away, snapping at the soldier next to him, who quickly lifted his baton enabling the voltage as it made contact with the side of Neteyam’s rib cage. The sound of the shocks echoed through the room, as Neteyam bared down on his lip, trying to resist the pain that shot up his spine. When the torture finally ceased, Neteyam’s body felt heavy, his head hanging low once more as he tried to catch his breath. “Now let’s try to stay civil shall we? I wanna sympathize with you, kid.” Quaritch continued, dragging a chair to position it a little ways in front of Neteyam, straddling the seat from behind in a casual manner, “I know a lot must be going through your head about right now. So let me see if I understand…” .Neteyam kept his eyes on the floor as he did before, his ears now stood alert to show that he was listening. “We take your wife into custody- I’m sure a lot of mixed feelings came about, a lot of old feelings to be exact and you figure- ‘what’s the harm right?’ So y’get yourself a little ‘tail’. It’s only natural right? Her being your mate and all…,but you helped her escape didn’t you?” Neteyam’s eyes slowly floated up to Quaritch. If looks could kill, Quaritch would have about 20 different varieties of knives piercing through his body. The faux na’vi let out an amused huff before continuing, “You don’t like me talking about her do you? Hm? Yeah..you strike me as a man that likes to keep what’s his to himself. I can respect that..”.

Leaning forward Quaritch tilted his head to the side. A look of arrogance painted in his features, “But tell me… how was it? Was it worth it? D’she crumble under you or give you a good fight? Was she warm?” His mouth stretched into a revolting grin, “Was she tight? Or did you slide in, just right?”. That was it. Thrashing wildly against his restraints as much as he could, Neteyam viciously hissed at the man in front of him desperate to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face, or maybe just claw off his face all together. “Woah-ho-ho, there he is! I gotta say, you disappoint me, son. I had higher hopes for you.” Quaritch said getting up from his seat pulling it against the back wall and out of the way, signaling over to the man with the baton. Leaving no time for Neteyam to register what was going on or to even realize his mistake, a sharp wave of shocks washed over his body, this time not able to stop himself as he cried out in agony. “Give him a couple more rounds, that should remind him which team he’s playing for.” Quaritch ordered before exiting the room, leaving Neteyam to succumb to the relentless waves of shocks. The only thought on his mind was you… at least you were safe.

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You scanned your surroundings confused, brows scrunched as you took in the sight of the abandoned campsite, “You sure they are here?” Spider inquired, with unsatisfied eyes scanning the plain beach cove. “Yes Spider, they were all here…” you groan searching for remnants of their whereabouts in the sand, “If they were here why would they just leave you behind? Clearly they would’ve realized you were gone”. You sighed picking up a fist of sand in your hand, watching as the grains slipped through your fingers, “No one knew I had left…Lo’ak was probably the only one who figured out where I had gone and told his father. With how close the compound actually was I wouldn’t be surprised if they got out of dodge as soon as they could.” Rising to your feet you called out a yip to summon your banshee. Within minutes a gray ikran with detailed green striped soared over head, before circling back to land in front of you. “So what now? We just fly around until we find them?” Your chest tightened, stroking the neck of the winged beast, as you contemplated your next words carefully. Turning to look at him your instantly started to feel guilt wash over you, “Spider I need to ask you a favor…” you started avoiding his gaze, “I cant leave in good consciousness knowing that Neteyam is back there all by himself. No one on his side. No one to support him…” you trailed off hoping he would pick up on your intent, which of course he took little time to understand what you were implying, nodding in agreement, “Yeeeeah I kind of thought you’d say that. Here-“ reaching into a pouch on his hip, Spider withdrew two com-sets. Similar to the ones the Sullys wore to communicate from great distances. He held out one of the sets to you with a gentle smile on his face, “I’ll take care of him for you, I got your back”.

Gently taking the choker and ear piece from him, you hastily fastened the tools on your person, “I owe you, Spider… thank you, my friend”. You nod, gesturing the sign for ‘I see you’, you could almost swear his eyes sparkled at the term, like a dog being praised by its master. Not wanting to waste any more time you mounted your ikran, forming the bond simultaneously. Spider watched you let out an enthused call, to which your banshee mimicked with its own cry, taking off from the beach leaving him to make the journey back to the complex.

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Being sure to watch for guards as he approached, Spider was successfully able to slip his way back into the compound undetected. The slap of his bare feet against the cold floor carried him through the halls. His next plan was to locate Neteyam and make sure he knew you had gotten out safety. Making his way through the winding halls, the sound of pained, exasperated, cries filled his ears as Spider rounded a corner. His heart dropping as he witnessed Quaritch exit the room, nearly bumping into him, “What the hell is going on in there??” Spider yelled at him trying to peek through the small glass window on the door. The brief sight he caught, made him nauseous. Neteyam tied up, with numerous burn wounds littering his body, as he continued to get afflicted this electric shocks. Quaritch stepped in front of Spider’s view blocking the door completely, “You fucking monster! Is this what you’ve been doing to him???” The young man cursed, leaping back as the faux na’vi attempted to place a hand on his shoulder, “DON’T TOUCH ME! Don’t you dare fucking touch me” he warned at the giant shoving his index finger in his direction as a form of barrier, eyes dark and furious. Quaritch however didn’t let up, “The only reason we brought him back here in the first place was so we could use him against Sully,” he spoke plainly as if it were common sense, “if he starts making things too difficult, we’ll just have to put him back in the ground… you wouldn’t want that would you, Spider?” The na’vi now loomed over Spider. His face was sympathetic, but his tone revealed his darker intent. Spider scrunched his nose in disgust, now finally getting a clear view of the situation from all sides. If anything was evident, it was that Spider had to come up with a plan to get Neteyam out of there and back with his family. “You son of a bitch” Spider growled shaking his head in disbelief as Quaritch turned his back, who ignored the insult continuing on his way before getting stopped by another recom, “Hey colonel, we got some intel on Sully’s location. General Ardmore wants us to return to Hell's Gate and investigate immediately.”

Quaritch nodded ordering the recom to prepare the troops before turning back to Spider who had been listening to the conversation, “Looks like it’s your friend’s lucky day” he smirked walking back toward the room, opening the door, “That’s enough, let him cool off. We are taking off in an hour tops”. Spider desperately tried to peak past Quaritch’s form, hoping to catch Neteyam’s gaze. His exhaustion weighed deeply on him, almost too week to even lift his head, so he didn’t. His gaze fixed on the floor and his body writhed from the aftershocks. Spider winced, as the soldier unhinged all of Neteyam’s bindings, watching as his limp body fell to the ground with a loud thud. Seeing Neteyam so weak, as if he had no fight left in him, caused feelings of doubt and guilt to flood Spider’s mind. Neteyam on the other hand, no matter how drained; his blood boiled. A new fire was lit in the pit of his stomach as he laid there on the cold tile floor. A new sense of purpose. All he cared about now was ending Quaritch and the rest of the RDA and getting back to his family. Back to you.

UGHHH I feel like this chapter was so short, but I didn't want to overcomplicate it too much with what I have planned coming next.

I hope that regardless, you all enjoy this chapter and bear with me while I prepare for chapter 5.

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ASTARION NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

hes such a dick if ur a one night stand LMAO understandably tho. understandably..... but yeah if hes not really feeling u he just kind of dips out after coming up with some wack ass rehearsed excuse to protect ur feelings. totally different story if he loves u though. i feel like he gets sooo lovey-dovey post nut OMG like soo much praise and so many kisses. post nut clarity with his S/O consists of him enjoying the many wonders of the world 😭😭 that shit will have him watching the sunset

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

i think he likes his hands. i mean its one of the things he can see so like. but they are really nice. long and nimble fingers and smooth palms. his hands look like poetry lowkey. anyway if ur AFAB he loves titties. any titty. loves to mark them up and watch them bounce while u ride him. if ur AMAB its ur shoulder/collarbone area especially if its dainty and delicate looking but regardless he wants to bite around there. youll see him looking at them a lot

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he wants to come on ur face or inside u. his two go-tos. if hes about to nut he'll ask u really quick which u want and u have like 3 seconds to answer LMAO. takes a while to get to that point tho so u have some time to think about it beforehand 😭😭

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he got hard asf the first time u let him drink from u LMAOO he walked away and jerked off IMMEDIATELY

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

hundreds of years of experience is enough for me yeah

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

oooooooooooo gurl. ugh hold on theres so many it could be. ok so theres two. 1. he likes to sit u in his lap (the back of ur head on his shoulder or maybe even sitting sideways with ur legs off the side ??? idk however yall want) and finger/jerk u off. it makes him feel sooo in control 🤤 and 2. he lovesss eye contact so any positions where he can stare into ur soul 👁️👁️ yall why am i only seeing missionary rn...... or planking i guess lol

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think hes pretty serious. he might even get pissed off if u start acting too goofy lol like hes playful but not going to start cracking jokes 😹😹

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

this pains me to say...... but i dont think elves get body hair if any (like canonically)....... but i think its weird to be completely bald so im going to say hes got a little bit of pubic hair, armpit hair, and of course leg/arm hair. its just not very long or thick. he basically never has to trim or anything

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

my boy is a romantic at heart yall. will kiss u a lot and hold u very close. i think its rlly important for him to have some sort of emotional connection thru sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

honestly dont feel like he ever does normally LMAO when u reject him or push him away during the first romance scene and he says he'll go beat off i think hes just saying that to make u feel bad 😹😭 when u let him drink from u it was probably the first time he jerked off in a longggg time. i can see him thinking hes above doing something like that lol so its an ego thing

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ok did u guys see the little church looking building at the first campsite in act 3??? i think if yall were to smash there he'd never forget it. like something about that turns him on so much. probably bent u over the altar. even after u guys are long gone he still thinks abt it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

suck on his fingers omg. but also really likes to use sex to put u in ur place so if u guys argue or just dont get along at some point he will use that as a build up to sex. so he will purposely push ur buttons A LOT. cuz its like, how dare u raise ur voice at him ?? 😤

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

if u dont go along with what he wants to do he kind of gets pissy after a while. he only ever really wants to be in control and thats it. also wont do anything extreme or ridiculous either 😭😭 anything that makes him feel humiliated is a big no

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

for AFAB like ive said before he is the self-proclaimed coochie eating champion of faerun. sooooo good at it its not funny. will also kiss it and leave more kisses/bites on ur thighs. makes u feel like ur coochie is the most divine coochie in the world LMAO omg also will want to eat u out every time ur on ur period......... i think thats like one thing he will absolutely beg for OOP

if ur AMAB its basically the same just with a dick lol

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he can do both. probably likes to be a little rougher than most people though

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

yeah if hes in the mood i can see him scouting the area for a place to smash LMAO which probably happens pretty often. doesnt mind giving up the romantic aspect as long as yall still fuck for real every once in a while.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i think he would need to be convinced. willing to hear u out at least

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

TOO LONG. HE LASTS WAY TOO LONG. i mean after u been suckin and fuckin for that many years how do u not take forever to nut 😭😭 u will get urs tho dont worry. also perfect situation for u to have multiple orgasms so dont get discouraged besties 🤘🏻

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

allllll the timeeeee. he wants u to need him more than anything else before he fucks u. u need to need this man like u need oxygen. like a fish needs water. like a plant needs the sun. like a

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

grunts and groans but when he gets closer to finishing he'll start moaning. he doesnt make an effort to stay quiet but also wont do anything embarrassing 😹

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

emmmmm i wanna say he can go a pretty long time without sex. but if he has a partner he is sexually attracted to his libido can be pretty high. but lets remember he is getting into his erectile dysfunction years ☝🏻 JOKINGGGG LMAO

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

well he meditates technically. but he gets into that lil meditation pose fast as fuck boy 🧘 do not interrupt him either he'll be grumpy 😭

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