#i am disgustingly obsessed with this man

[darlingcannibal]

when he grabs a hunting knife and stabs right through my lower abdomen, making a clean hole into my uterus so he can fuck and breed my womb directly <3 <3 <3

[pierregazly]

always the prize, always the winner ꨄ logan sargeant smau

logan sargeant x pop star!reader

in which logan is actually pretty okay with being known as the biggest pop star in the world's arm candy. who would complain about that, really?

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yourusername back doing what i do best!! (watching this handsome man get asked solely about me in interviews and then singing songs about it) (ps i love you) (pps yes that is a song)

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logansargeant why are you so obsessed with me?

logansargeant im not complaining btw cause like... never stop?

logansargeant but also pps cant wait to hear it 🤍

yourusername just for this attitude you're the LAST to hear it now (handsome)

username still never gonna understand how LOGAN SARGEANT bagged ms ma'am but okay! 🤭

username a couple mutually obsessed with each other? (gag) (obsessed)

oscarpiastri i get asked questions about you too?

yourusername yes and your one word answers are SO riveting.

username why is no one talking about the SONG??? PS I LOVE YOU???? im going to throw up

username it's going to be the most disgustingly loving obsessive song ever and it's all about this american MAN

username never seen a man luckier than logan sargeant

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yourusername nothing makes me happier than running into you in the most random of places. always there when i need you most 🫶🏻

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logansargeant i would meet you in the middle of a croc swamp if i had to

logansargeant not a snake pit though, you're on your own for that one kid

yourusername you're on your own kid... what a song title 🤭

alex_albon we have a race next week??? in australia??? why are you in america

logansargeant 🤫

username god these two make me sick!!! (affectionate)

username if they ever break up... imagine the album ugh. i need it

username maybe let's not wish a breakup on anyone??? especially these two?? wtf

lilymhe begging u to release the songs even if they're about logan

yourusername they're actually about you?? 🫶🏻

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ynupdates during an interview before the melbourne gp this weekend, logan gushed about finally getting to see yn after a few weeks apart, and when asked if she'd be attending any of the upcoming gp's all he did was smile and say 'she could be here right now, but i'm not going to be the one to expose her?' - so, if anyone is at the melbourne gp be sure to keep your eyes out!

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username oh he SO flew to san fran so she wouldn't have to fly to australia alone.. king energy??

username i know he always says he's the winner but that man would walk through hell for her so idk

username omg omg im gonna be at the gp this weekend!!! i'll keep an extra eye on everything and anything william's

username imagine going to a FORMULA 1 RACE and running into THEE pop star yn

username logan it's your weekend to get some points!!! impress your gf, be the prize and the winner for once!! (at least get points)

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logansargeant not you posting my garage but not even coming to see me??? hell is a place on earth and it's where i am right now

yourusername literally my words every time im away from you??? go win points love u my handsome lil eagle man <333

logansargeant gross <3

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logansargeant LFGGGGG!! first points of the year, and a 5th place finish at the melbourne gp!! let's go up from here!! honoured to have had my best friend here, always gonna be a winner when you're involved angel 💗

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yourusername literally wreck my plans, THAT'S my man

yourusername so fricken proud of you handsome!!! knew calling you my lil eagle man would win you some points

yourusername love you so much pls

logansargeant love you more pretty <3

williamsracing that's OUR shared comfort american man. it's all up from here!

username LFGGGG

username RAH RAH WTF IS A KM 🦅

username 🦅🦅🦅

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yourusername in honour of my boyfriend, my new album 'lover' will be out 24.03.14 - an ode to the man who has shown me how you can be a prize and a winner all in one. logan, i love you more than anything. always.

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logansargeant and to think i always said it was a joke when i asked you to write an album for me.

logansargeant i love you to the moon and back, i know i've heard every song but i can't wait to hear it again. you're the best ever

yourusername god. i'm so lucky to be known as yours lo 💗

oscarpiastri if anyone asks me about this. one word answers only. riveting.

yourusername riveting?

oscarpiastri riveting.

username I KNEW IT

username THERE WAS WAY TOO MANY REFS TO NEW SONGS

username god this is gonna make me feel so single. i literally can't wait.

ynnation love songs for the ages, we know it. an icon, and congrats to logan for getting his first points of the year!!

username this is SO for all the logan haters, ain't none of y'all ever gonna make our girl feel the way he does!!!

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this was so self-indulgent bc i haven't written in forever but im going through a logan phase. i hope you all love it 💗 i also lost my tag list so pls enjoy regardless ily

[beautifulbrainrot]

not to be dramatic or anything but I need to make out with James Potter or Remus Lupin's dick.

We know it's agreed that James could die between someone's thighs. He's so shocked to learn you feel the same way towards him. He's unused to anyone else's hands being down there, much less a brutal mouth that's unrelenting on his sensitive tip. He's kinda ashamed of how quickly he came, but it's outweighed by pride at how fast he perked up when you mentioned making him return the favor. Honestly, after that one of his favorite oral positions became 69 because it's the best of both his favorite worlds.

And Remus? He's just as eager to make out with your cunt. He's a simple man. He had tears in his eyes the first time he tasted you after a full moon. His senses were already on hyperdrive and being incredibly horny just made him all tingly. The warmth was so comforting and addicting he was overjoyed. Speaking of senses being on hyperdrive, he likes the feeling of being (LOOSELY, too tight n it'll feel like being tied up by the ministry) tied up with ribbons of sorts because the pure power you hold over him has him leaking against his tummy. Watching you lick up his throbbing cock back down to his mess only to make him taste himself is so disgustingly hot to him. But when you start going to town on him? He's shaking and trying to hold back whines as you suck on him almost painfully and stroke him rapidly. He's babbling confessions of love, pleads, and nonsensical murmurs of your name. I feel like he has a hint of a biting kink. Stopping right before he cums and listening to whine and curse, not at you, just curses. Your canines brush the underside of his cock as a warning, and he lets out a strangled moan as he forces himself not to cum right there. He's so into the feeling of your teeth grazing one of his most delicate parts. He's not into the thought of you actually biting it off, more so the threat to get him back in line.

is it obvious who I've been ruminating over

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it may be a tad obvious but i totally get you

i am so obsessed w them especially remus rn, i need and i mean need him so badddd

i am so low in motivation rn so incant write anything for this currently but i have to share your amaizngg thoughts with the world !!

[rin-fukuroi]

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧 [𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐡𝐮]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairings: yandere!Baizhu x fem!reader

Warnings: !dark content!, Zhongli's cameo, amnesia, references to somnophilia, murder and captivity.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. UNSECRET, MØØNWATER - Only The Beginning

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

God, i've been writing this for two days, almost without getting up from my chair, and now i feel like a crumbling old grandfather. I am surprised that so far the biggest work in my arsenal has been written about Baizhu, because even though i love him, he's not my favorite man, but… I love him so damn much in the image of yandere. Slippery, cunning, secretive, obsessive Baizhu is so disgustingly beautiful that i'm just not going to say another word and just let you enjoy it on your own.

This work has a more complete NSFW version, but about it… Information will be available later (>ᴗ•)

July 18th

Bright sunlight, marking the beginning of a new day, persistently seeps through heavy eyelids, inevitably squinting when consciousness gradually returns to you after a deep sleep. It stings so unpleasantly, and you turn away from the source of the rays, which cruelly outrages your eyes. The embrace of sleep doesn't lose hope of keeping you at least a moment longer in its warmth, but for some reason the heart in your chest shudders restlessly, forcing you to explode from the soft pillow.

A slight shortness of breath, and the eyes open abruptly. You're clutching the blanket convulsively in your hands.

This place…

Your gaze glides anxiously around the bright, cozy room. The curtains barely move audibly from the breeze of summer, unceremoniously slipping through a small crack in the window. For a second, you look at your own palms, twitching convulsively, as does the frightened muscle in your chest, pumping blood furiously through your veins, before the bedside table comes into your field of vision. Freshly cut qingxin flowers in an exquisite vase, in front of which there is a small mug, to which you curiously but cautiously extend your hand. The liquid has a slight greenish tint and the pungent aroma of herbs instantly cuts into your nostrils.

But there was something else.…

You turn your head anxiously to the bedside table again, now hesitantly picking up a folded piece of paper on which «Read it when you wake up» was carefully written in a beautiful neat handwriting. Whoever left it… It doesn't look like anything threatening, so you slowly unfold the sheet, starting to read a couple of lines written in the same perfect handwriting as the inscription on the outside of the note.

«If you're reading this, then you've already woken up. I'm sorry I couldn't spend the morning with you properly.

You probably have a lot of questions. I'll definitely explain everything in more detail when I get home, but for now, just read the information that you will need to come to your senses.

Your name is Y/N. Unfortunately, by the cruel design of fate, you were destined to be tested by a disease that I, your husband, tirelessly struggle with day by day. Believe me, one day everything will change and I will no longer need to tell you everything that I'll write next, over and over again every morning. But it's not a burden to me, my love, don't worry about it.

As soon as you fall asleep every night, your memories are erased in the morning, so you probably don't remember me or the house you ended up in.

This is our house, Y/N. We have been married for ten wonderful years now, and my love for you will never fade, no matter how many trials life throws at us.

You can warm up your breakfast, I left your portion in the fridge. If you need anything else, I've left hints on all the things you use every day. You can also walk to Liyue Harbor and visit me at work if you wish. I left a map for you in the hallway, with which you can safely get to the city, as you have done more than once. I understand if you don't want to see me before I get home, but I'll be very happy to see you anytime.

Please drink the decoction that you are probably holding in your hand right now. Although this medicine will not help to overcome your illness, it will make it easier to survive the stress of the information you have just read.

You have nothing to fear, Y/N. You're safe in our house.

See you soon, my love.»

The edge of the paper crumples in your hand when you unconsciously clench your fingers into a fist, trying to control the tremor running under your skin. Your gaze moves from the sheet to the mug with the cloudy liquid, and you instantly empty the glass, squinting and writhing from the bitter taste.

After putting the dishes back in place, you tentatively pull back the blanket, noticing that you are wearing a light nightgown, pulled up on your trembling hips, apparently from the way you tossed and turned, not wanting to wake up.

Emptiness. Not a single thought as you slowly lower your feet to the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed. There are too many thoughts, but you can't grasp any of them, being in a kind of trance in which your gaze glides over such a damn familiar, but completely strange house. You notice a lot of things, photos of you and some man, feeling that it all belongs to you, but for some reason… Wrong. This is all wrong.

You squint, pressing your palms to your face in resignation, before finally finding the strength to get up and go to the kitchen. Your legs seem to remember this short road, but your eyes refuse to believe that you've seen this place before. It is bright and spacious. In the middle of the room there is a small table designed for two, as evidenced by two chairs standing side by side. There is a light herbal aroma in the air, which permeates the walls of this house, but it is muffled by the sweet smell of baking. Apparently, that man… Your husband left home not so long ago.

How strange it is to call a husband someone whose name you can't even remember, although it's on your tongue, but all attempts to pronounce it are in vain.

«It's probably… a side effect…»

«You… don't remember me…?»

«It's for the best…»

You grab your head convulsively when other people's words, uttered in a painfully familiar voice, are introduced into your thoughts. The memories aren't as old, but they're not as fresh as you think.

«We will always be together»

Is that… is that your husband's voice?

You freeze for a moment, realizing something even more frightening than the fact that you can't remember anything. If everything that a man you don't know wrote in a letter is true, then how does he live with it? After all, you can barely remember what your face looks like, so now you slowly wander into the bathroom, and he tolerates every day that his loved one does not recognize him? He must really love you if that's the case.

You look uncertainly at your own reflection. Disheveled hair, tired look, lost look, crumpled shirt sliding off one shoulder. Even from the outside, you look like a real madwoman, although inwardly you feel that this is not the case at all.

The pleasant cool water calms down a little the alarming heat raging in your trembling body when you wash your face and then brush your teeth with a brush carefully signed with your name. While you were walking around the house, even out of the corner of your eye it was difficult not to notice how every thing that could potentially be useful to you was also signed with your name, and your heart shrinks in your chest from the mere thought that in the world there could exist a person of such bright and pure kindness of soul who is able to do everything This is for someone who barely even recognizes his face. It's probably the letter he left for you this morning.… He does this every day, right?

And so your whole day went by.

You wandered thoughtlessly around the house, checking every drawer and every corner in a vain attempt to awaken dormant memories in you or at least make your heart skip a beat from something other than an indescribable feeling of guilt. Your clothes, jewelry, dishes, men's things, books, jars of herbs, even a tidy sum of money lying in one of the drawers — nothing seemed familiar enough to you to remember anything.

And you didn't even notice how the sun had long disappeared behind the high mountains of the Geo Archon's lands, and the door of "your" house quietly opened. You were enthusiastically looking at the photos found in one of the many boxes lying in the attic when you heard unhurried footsteps coming from the kitchen before the man stopped at the bedroom door, causing you to turn around in fright.

— Oh, I'm sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean to scare you.

You're clutching a stack of photos so tightly, clutching them to your chest, as if it's the most valuable treasure you didn't even know existed. But now the glossy pieces of paper slip out of your hands as soon as your eyes meet the gaze of the man towering over you.

— Y-you are… — you stutter, looking away in confusion and suddenly stopping at one of the photos now lying on the floor. — My husband?

The man smiles softly. His golden, surprisingly snake-like eyes follow your gaze before he sits down opposite you. You can't help but take a closer look now in person at these long green curls, braided into a braid, probably incredibly soft and smooth to the touch when a man bends down, carefully picking up photos from the floor and collecting them in his hand.

— You always take them out when you're alone, — he smiles, giving you a gentle look from under the half-lowered glasses on the bridge of his nose. — And I'm also very disappointed that you didn't eat your breakfast after all.

— I just… — you mumble softly, but even those clumsy words melt on your tongue when you feel a man's long, elegant fingers wrap around your wrist, lifting your hand and turning your palm with the back of it to your face.

— This is the answer to your question, — the man raises his own hand, and you look at it in confusion, suddenly noticing the ring on your ring finger. And how did you not notice that before? Probably expensive gold and a small emerald, sparkling even in the dark, and on his hand… The same ring, but with a ruby. — I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten to sign my letter with my name, as I usually do. Huh, maybe I just still have a glimmer of hope that one day you'll wake up and I won't have to get to know you again...

You notice how the man's amber eyes fill with sadness, but the corners of his lips are still stretched in a smile when he suddenly chuckles softly, interlacing the fingers of his free hand with yours, which he still holds in the canopy.

— But it's kind of cute, isn't it? I can meet you again and again, as for the first time, and hope that you will be able to love me again, — you finally feel your heart clench in your chest when he brings your clasped hands to his cheek. But it's not… it's not love. — My name is Baizhu, honey.

— Baizhu… — you repeat, as if deep in thought, but the man suddenly rises from the floor, still not letting go of your hand, slightly pulling you back and forcing you to retreat from another desperate struggle with your own memory.

— Don't overexert yourself, Y/N. You haven't eaten anything, let's go.

You feel like you should just let him take you to the kitchen, which you do, but for some reason you feel so damn uncomfortable around Baizhu. Those photos, his words, his look… Everything says that you probably love this man, since you even married him, but then why are you so worried?

You sit down at the table, carefully watching as an elegant man with perfect posture takes something from the refrigerator and hastily cuts it on a board before sending it to a heated frying pan. It smells delicious… Vegetables and some meat, as you think.

After a few minutes of waiting, a plate of warm snow-white rice appears on the table in front of you and a small portion of pieces of beef, carrots, pepper and sauce, which creates such an appetizing aroma that makes your stomach turn.

— I wanted to cook fish, but I decided that you should eat your favorite dish today.

— Hey! Are you going to pretend that I'm not here?

You scream when an unfamiliar high-pitched voice is heard behind you, and Baizhu just sighs resignedly, placing his palm on top of yours when you almost drop the chopsticks from your hand.

— Changsheng, could you not scare Y/N? — you don't understand with whom your husband is talking to, so you turn around hesitantly, noticing a squinting white snake on a small pillow, looking directly at you. — Y/N, please, don't be scared. This is Changsheng — she's not dangerous. She is… Our friend.

— Since when am I considered a friend of this little girl? I'm just an observer, girl, keep eating your dinner while I'm starving.

— Well, well, hush, — Baizhu suddenly gets up from the table just to get some treats for, it seems, your pet?..

— Why is she talking?! — you still find the strength to get out of your stupor and finally ask the man with his back turned to you.

— Oh, it's a long story, I'm afraid if I start telling it now, we'll go to bed too late, — Baizhu chuckles softly, leaving Changsheng alone with her food before returning to your table.

— Then you could tell me about it… Tomorrow?

«Tomorrow, right?»

You suddenly felt your stomach churn with fear. What's going to happen tomorrow anyway? Will you remember this conversation? Does it even matter what you say or do now if everything starts from scratch tomorrow?

— Of course, — your husband doesn't seem to be at all concerned about how your face is twisted by unpleasant emotions that have flooded into your scattered consciousness. You notice how he calmly starts his dinner, still smiling softly and bringing a piece of meat to his mouth before it disappears between his lips.

— Tell me… Baizhu, how long has this been going on?

You look at your portion, feeling that this food will surely satisfy your hunger, but for some reason your hands flatly refuse to take the chopsticks off the table again.

— Eat, Y/N, — your eyes meet. Baizhu looks at you with unreadable emotion. For sure, this is just a difficult topic for him.

Of course… After all, you'll forget everything that just happened, and he lives with it day by day, falling asleep again and again with the thought that once you wake up, he will be met with a frightened look again. You won't hug him, you won't kiss him, you won't tell him you love him.

You don't know who is he.

You didn't even notice the tears rolling down your cheeks until one of them dripped into your plate of food. It's all so damn unfair. Why do you feel such suffocating guilt, but at the same time you so irresistibly want to escape from here? Why do you want to run away from your own home, from your husband? It's all… too much.

— Oh dear,— Baizhu sighs. It seemed to him that it was not the first time he saw your tears, as if he even knows why you are crying, so he calmly puts down his chopsticks, reaching across a small table to brush a strand of hair from your face behind your ear and touch your reddened cheek. — I know it's hard for you. I promise, everything will change soon.

You look at Baizhu's blurred face in front of your tear-stained eyes, but you can't stop the tears even when you feel the thrill of his thumb caressing your skin.

«Is it hard for me? And you…»

— N-no, I'm sorry… I don't know what came over me, — you sob, trying to calm both yourself and your husband. You wanted to take his hand away from your face, but you let it linger a little longer on your cheek before Baizhu finally pulls away, instead picking up his chopsticks again and pinching a piece of meat from your plate between them.

— Eat, Y/N. You'll feel better, — his honey-colored voice sounds so gentle and affectionate when he speaks to you, bringing a thin slice of meat to your lips.

The smell is so inviting that you unconsciously open your mouth while the man gently puts the meat on your tongue.

— Ha-ha, you're a terrible in cook!

— Really? Then why are you eating my cooking with both cheeks, you rascal?

— Okay, okay, it's really delicious! Maybe it will even become my favorite dish, what do you say?

— Oh, you flatter me...

What kind of voice is that?.. This is not Baizhu.

The homely delicious taste on your tongue suddenly awakened fragments of memories, from which warmth spread in your chest. You remember the male figure so vaguely… his face is blurred, but you feel that your place is next to him. You want so much to grab onto this meager memory, but it slips away from you as quickly as it surfaced in your mind.

Baizhu notices you freeze for a few seconds before finally swallowing your food, and his snake eyes squint at you.

— Is something wrong? Did you remember anything?

— I… — you blunt your gaze down, suddenly feeling awkward. — No, nothing like that. It's just very tasty.

Why did you lie?

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July 19th

Annoying sunlight, the smell of fresh flowers, an unfamiliar room. And once again, you burst out of bed, clutching the blanket in your fists in fright, before you see the note lying on the bedside table.

«Read it when you wake up»

«If you're reading this, then you've already woken up. I'm sorry that I couldn't spend the morning with you properly again.

You probably have a lot of questions. I will definitely explain everything in more detail when I get home, but for now, just read the information that you will need to come to your senses.

Your name is Y/N. Unfortunately, by the cruel design of fate, you were destined to be tested by a disease that I, your husband, tirelessly struggle with day by day. Believe me, one day everything will change and I will no longer need to tell you everything that I will write next, over and over again every morning. But it's not a burden to me, my love, don't worry about it.

As soon as you fall asleep every night, your memories are erased in the morning, so you probably don't remember me or the house you ended up in.

This is our house, Y/N. We have been married for ten wonderful years now, and my love for you will never fade, no matter how many trials life throws at us.

Please eat the breakfast that I left on the table for you and drink the decoction that you are probably holding in your hand right now. Although this medicine will not help to overcome your illness, it will make it easier to survive the stress of the information you have just read.

You have nothing to fear, Y/N. You're safe in our house.

See you soon, my love.

Your Baizhu.»

When you enter the kitchen uncertainly, there is such a damn familiar smell in the air… meat and vegetables. For some reason, the phantom taste of this dish settles on your tongue and causes an inexplicable feeling of simultaneous calm and anxiety. It's probably what you ate yesterday, but then why are you so uncomfortable?..

Did something happen yesterday, or is it just a figment of your imagination?

Anyway, you notice a plate of pancakes still warm, and you look around the kitchen for a mug to make yourself some tea.

«Baizhu…»

You mentally repeat this name over and over again, trying to get it into your head that this is your husband's name. How could you forget such an important person in your life?

— Delicious… — swallowing the most delicate airy dough, you put down your fork and wrap your arms around your shoulders.

Your gaze turns to the street. The sun is shining brightly over Liyue, which didn't allow you to soak up in bed in blissful ignorance for another couple of hours. Will everything be fine if you go out for a walk? Baizhu… Your husband didn't leave any instructions on this topic. After all, you don't remember anything, but you're quite able to walk, so why are you procrastinating?

Hastily washing the dishes and leaving a clean plate with a mug by the sink, you went in search of clothes. Probably all the women's clothes in the closets of this house belong to you, although you do not remember buying at least one of them. Light dresses, a pair of traditional outfits, several pairs of shoes. There is no hint of what you are doing in this life at all. Do you really just live here and… that's it?

You look at several dresses incredulously, trying to imagine how they will fit you, but then you still choose what is more authentic, and turn to the mirror, taking in your figure with a glance. At least now you look less like a local lunatic than when you woke up in the morning.

When you got to the door, you suddenly noticed a small piece of paper lying on the shelf. The sheet doesn't look new like the one you found by your bed. As if this note has been lying here for a long time and it has already been read more than once.

Unable to overcome your own curiosity, you still sigh and take the folded piece of paper. For just a moment, you're tormented by the thought that this might belong to your husband, and you don't want to violate his personal space, but what the hell?

Unfolding the piece of paper, your eyes widened in surprise for a second before squinting at the drawings on the paper. It looks like a small map with small neat captions that indicated in the drawing, probably the house where you are now, and a certain place called the Bubu Pharmacy, under which it is indicated that your husband works there. Ah, now everything falls into place.

You breathed a sigh of relief.

Baizhu probably left this piece of paper just in case you want to take a walk. How sweet and thoughtful of him to worry about you not getting lost, and yet… It's a little unnerving for some reason.

Anyway, you folded the paper back up and put it in the pocket of the only bag you could find in the closet. Although you're sure you're not out of your mind enough to forget the way back, it's better to be safe, right?

When you emerged, you carefully closed the door with the key that your husband had left in the hallway. Fresh air… You take a deep breath, as if you've been locked up for ages, finally feeling a fleeting taste of freedom. Birds are chirping somewhere in the rustling deciduous branches, the grass tickles the bare skin of your feet peeking out of light sandals, and you were almost ready to just stay here and enjoy how the warmth of the sun warms the skin of your face, how the summer wind blows through the light fabric of the skirt of the dress, caressing your legs.

But from this hill, on which a small cozy house is built, in which you apparently live, there is also a beautiful view of the city below, which beckons you with all its appearance, and you do not even think to resist, so uncertainly, but still start your journey, led by pure curiosity and a desire to distract yourself.

When you get to the city, you are suddenly overcome by fear, which for some reason decided to make itself felt only now, when you are already standing with one foot on the bridge of Liyue Harbor.

What if there are people in the city that you should remember, but…

On the other hand, isn't this a good chance to try to remember something? If you have friends, family, and you are lucky enough to meet them on your way, won't they tell you what your husband might not know? Although it is foolish to believe that a person who cares so much about you would not have tried such a way to restore your memory, but still.

You have to try.

So many unfamiliar faces pass by you, but you look uncertainly at each of them. You might still be mistaken for a local lunatic, but what the hell difference does it make if you forget about everything tomorrow? You also notice local shops, restaurants and snack bars, looking curiously at the counters. It all seems familiar. It feels like you've been here before, but almost everything has changed since your last visit, except… The atmosphere? Yes, perhaps, the atmosphere of bright streets filled with the noise of conversations, muffled music and footsteps of hurrying people is exactly what seems native to you.

You stop at a jewelry store, mesmerized by the luxurious rings, chains and precious stones neatly laid out in the window. It's so beautiful, but it hardly suits you.

— You should definitely pay attention to this stone, — you flinch when a low, velvety male voice is heard behind you. You turn around and see an elegant, handsome man towering over you, thoughtfully pressing bent fingers in a black glove to his chin. Tall, slender, dressed in expensive fabrics that gleamed gold in the fading sunlight. The brown strands of his bangs barely sway in the light wind, as does the single exquisite earring in his ear. The stranger's amber eyes stare in amazement at the surprised expression on your face when you freeze, just looking up at him. — Ah, you must be… — the man suddenly stammers, clearing his throat before straightening up and smiling softly. — I wanted to say that this stone will suit you, besides, it is rare enough to be honored to be in your jewelry collection.

— Oh… I'm afraid I can't afford that, — you suddenly get embarrassed, nervously scratching the back of your head and looking away.

— I'm sorry for the tactlessness, I hadn't thought of that. It wasn't nice of me.

— No, it's all right!

— You are too kind, but still, as an apology, will you allow me to buy you tea?

You almost let out an exasperated sigh, but still decided to let the situation go. Although you really can't remember a single person you know, this gentleman's politeness is really amazing…

— If you insist, — you kindly agree, and the stranger gives you a soft smile before gesturing you to walk with him to a restaurant table on the opposite side of the street.

It's a little weird, but… this person doesn't seem bad. You watch a man kindly ask the waiter to serve two cups of tea, and thoughts begin to creep into your head that this man clearly has some kind of high position in this city. It is unlikely that ordinary people behave in this way because of a small misunderstanding.

— Ahem, I'm sorry, — you suddenly draw the man's attention to yourself as soon as the waiter hurriedly leaves the two of you. — I just wanted to say that really nothing terrible happened, so I hope you're not seriously worried about all this.

Honey-colored eyes widen as the man intertwines his long fingers on the table.

— Oh, I understand your concern. The thing is, I didn't really look at the price of this stone.

— Huh? — you wanted to be outraged that the first thing you noticed when you entered this store was the sky-high price tags, but then you cut yourself off. Perhaps this man is just so rich that he doesn't need to bother with such topics. — Ah, I get it. Then I suppose you were going to buy it for yourself, since you said it was quite rare?

— I'm afraid not. I can't afford it either.

«Who are you anyway?»

— I see…

The next few minutes passed in silence until two steaming cups of tea finally appeared on your table. The man thanked the waiter before gently wrapping his hand around the mug and bringing it to his lips. The stranger takes a short sip, closing his eyes and seeming to be aware for several seconds of the taste of the intoxicating drink that has fallen on his tongue.

— Perfect, — the man across from you suddenly breathed out before looking at you. — Please help yourself. This is the best tea in all of Liyue, I assure you, you'll not remain indifferent.

— I'm afraid to addicted to such expensive tea by accident, — you giggle nervously before trying your drink.

Well, the stranger really wasn't lying. Although you vaguely remember all the teas that you have ever tasted in your life, you could tell for sure that this one has a rich taste. Subtle fruity notes, slightly sweet, but not cloying… Perhaps it can really be called delicious.

— Oh, what an exquisite taste, — you try to look thoughtful, like him, when you swallow tea, trying to match your companion for today's walk, who, apparently, is even too well versed in what he cannot afford.

— I'm glad you like it.

— Okay, since we're having tea together now, can I at least get the name of the man who's treating me?

— Oh, where are my manners? I apologize. My name is Zhongli.

«Zhongli… Zhongli… something familiar»

— Well, then we'll get to know each other, Mr. Zhongli, — you smile politely, sipping a little more from your cup.

— And you?..

Damn, did you seriously ask his name and forget to do the same in response? Maybe you should have stayed home after all.

— Oh, yes… I… my name is Y/N.

Zhongli notices you stuttering, stumbling over the words before finally saying your name, and his eyes narrow for a moment before relaxing again.

— Perhaps my question may seem tactless to you, but you didn't want to tell me your name? Because it seemed to me that it was very difficult for you, — the man chuckles softly before taking another sip of tea.

— Huh, no… I don't want to burden you with my problems.

— No, it won't be a burden for me. Of course, if that's your wish, — Zhongli suddenly cuts you off.

You're hesitating, fidgeting in your chair. It doesn't look like he really knows you, so… wouldn't it be okay if you told him? He really doesn't look like a bad person, and how can such absurd information about you benefit him? No more than the babble of a stranger he met on the street.

— The thing is, I don't remember my name. I had to strain my memory a little to remember what my husband called me in the note he left me this morning… I don't remember anything and I seem to forget even the day I lived earlier, as soon as I fall asleep. So I suppose even our acquaintance will eventually be forgotten, as sad as it is to admit.

You suddenly become gloomy, plunging back into unpleasant thoughts about what is happening in your life at all… And can it even be considered yours if you don't remember it?

— That's how it is, — Zhongli chuckles, thinking at first, and then his eyebrows rise, as if he remembered something important, and one of his hands reaches into his pocket, from which the man takes out a small notebook. — Then why don't you write it down?

You look at him with undisguised surprise, but his words sound like something taken for granted, but something that you would never have thought of yourself in your life.

— Write it down?..

— Yes. You can write down that you visited a jewelry store today and met me there, and after that we talked and had tea. Then next time, if fate brings us together again, you can find out from your notes that we have met before.

— But I… can write down everything that happens every day… won't that help me remember at least what happened yesterday? — you enthusiastically press your palms against the table, asking this question more to yourself than to Zhongli, but he nods approvingly in response.

— I suppose so.

— Archons… — you feel tears coming to the corners of your eyes, and blink several times, graciously accepting the man's gift. — Thank you very much, Zhongli. I will… take care of that.

The man smiles, feeling a certain relief when he notices that he seems to have helped you solve some problem that was bothering you today.

— Glad to help, — you put the notebook in your pocket when the man finishes his tea and sets the cup aside. — I hope this will improve your condition a little.

You flinch when someone's hand squeezes your shoulder tightly. You turn around, lifting your head to see the man looming over you, whom you seem to have already seen in the photo in your house…

«Ah…»

— Oh, I suppose that's your husband? — Zhongli doesn't seem worried at all as he gets up from the table, slightly bowing to Baizhu standing behind you.

— Mr. Zhongli, what a blessing that you are the one who met my wife. I'm afraid to imagine what could happen to her if she walked around the Harbor alone, — you notice how your husband's eyes close and his lips stretch into a sweetly friendly smile.

— I just gave the young lady tea as an apology for my own tactlessness.

— It's nice that you admit your mistakes, it's very rare nowadays.

Their conversation sounds quite normal, but for some reason you feel your stomach clench with worry and anxiety.

— Like loyalty to the contract, good manners are something that has long been highly valued in Liyue, — Zhongli suddenly turns his gaze to you. — Now, if you'll excuse me. I suppose I can put you in safe hands now and take my leave.

— Y-yes… — you finally squeeze out the quiet words. — Thank you… for the tea.

Zhongli is smiling.

— I hope you won't forget the taste of it and come back here to taste it again.

And the man left.

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Baizhu didn't say a word as he dragged you up the stairs to a place that seemed to be the very Bubu Pharmacy to which he drew a map for you. It was quite strange to just let a man you didn't really know drag you in a rather possessive manner to a place that you only found out about in the morning, but for some reason you also remain silent, obediently following him.

It's like you have no other choice. Maybe, in fact, it is.

Your «husband» suddenly stops as soon as you overcome the seemingly endless staircase.

— I'm sorry, please. I shouldn't have been so harsh. You must be scared now.…

You notice how Baiazhu's face contorts in remorse as he looks at you with concern, gently squeezing your palms in his.

— It's all right.… I just found this and thought you wouldn't mind if I took a walk, — you pull your hand out of his grip and take out a homemade card from your pocket, which the man immediately snatches from your fingers.

— It doesn't matter. Y/N, I'm just worried about your condition. I don't think you should talk to strangers. Although Mr. Zhongli is a respected person, I don't know how this can affect your condition. Yes, I left this card, but I didn't think you'd be afraid to go anywhere other than my job, so…

— That's enough, — Baizhu freezes, silently opening his mouth when your face takes on an irritated look, and you cut off his endless stream of words. — I can understand your concern, but isn't everything okay? I'm here, I'm fine.…

— Y/N, I know it's pointless to ask you for anything, but just… Believe me, it would be better for you if you just stayed at home or if you came to me. Why didn't you come to me?

— BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW YOU! — you suddenly shout out, causing Baizhu to freeze in shock. Your words are laced with malice and it's so damn disgusting, but you can't help yourself. — I'm sorry, but I don't remember you, you know that yourself! Why should I listen to you at all? I wanted to take a walk, I have the right to do that, don't I?!

— Y/N, you're crossing the line, — you feel your husband's grip tighten on your palm, which was still in his hand. His snake-like eyes seemed to flash with anger, and the soft smile that you saw earlier disappeared from his face, as if it had never been on him.

The very air around the two of you has become heavier, and you feel like you're starting to suffocate. You have to say something, do something.… Apologize? For what?

— Mr. Baizhu… — you both turn around when you hear a small child's voice coming from the entrance of the Hut. Do you suddenly notice a little girl literally plastered from head to toe with… talismans? — I heard a noise.…

— Oh, Qiqi, it's okay, you can wait for me inside, — as if at the snap of his fingers, a kind and gentle smile shines on Baizhu's face again. But the grip on your arm remains just as painful.

— Okay...

The little girl awkwardly squeezes back out the door, and your husband turns back to you. You can feel his fingers slowly relaxing around your palm.

— I have a few more things to settle, and then we can go home. Or do you want to take another walk around the city?

— No, it's not… I'll wait for you here.

Why do you keep groveling in front of him, even though you've just seen what he can be like? It's an inexplicable feeling.… It's like you're being held down by unbreakable chains held by this man. You don't like it.

✧ ✧ ✧

The drive home was stressful, although Baizhu tried his best to defuse the situation by gently holding your hand and asking all sorts of trivial questions. He feels how tense you are, feels that you don't trust him, but he doesn't seem to pay any attention to it on purpose.

The rest of the evening goes the same way. He helps you change, cooks dinner for you, and you eat together, exchanging a few phrases before it's time to go to bed. You feel a certain relief that you will probably forget this chaotic day when you wake up the next morning, but… now you have a way to remember.

Is it worth writing about it? Is Baizhu really not trustworthy?

You don't know.

— Honey, are we going to bed? — your husband gently strokes your head, standing in the doorway of your bedroom until you dare to enter, clutching the hem of your shirt tightly.

— Yes, but I need to… Go to the bathroom.

That smile again.

— Okay, I'll be waiting for you in bed.

✧ ✧ ✧

July 20th

You're having a wonderful dream. You feel so happy, so carelessly free, when your palm rests in the hand of a man who kisses you on the top of your head.

And this image inevitably blurs before your eyes, no matter how hard you try to remember his face. All that you are allowed to take with you from this sweet dream is a feeling of warmth and comfort, woven by the pure feelings that you feel towards this person whom you are punished to forget.

And the last thing you see is a snake sneaking into your cozy nest before it wraps around the silhouette of the man you love, causing him to disappear without a trace. You want to scream, you want to cry, but you just look at how your pencil-drawn life is erased with an eraser, and obsessive images are drawn on top, from which a suffocating lump rises to your throat.

«Wake up, T/I…»

You open your eyes wide. The room, the smell, the warmth enveloping your body — everything is so unfamiliar and causes the anxiety that you experienced in the last moments of your spoiled sleep. You want to pull away from the pillow, but some force holds you motionless before you feel the movements on the other side of the bed.

It's so hard to breathe, and you purse your lips when you look down, noticing a man's hand hugging your body. Maybe it's…

— Good morning, Y/N.

You turn your head and see a sleepy man. His long green hair was carelessly scattered over the blanket, like thousands of threads that, if you blink, will wrap around your limbs. The man smiles softly, looking at you from under heavy eyelids. His amber eyes are like viscous honey, deceptively sweet and alluring.

— W-who are you? — you grab the edges of the blanket with your hands, pulling it higher over your body and fearfully tucking your legs in. A strange feeling of discomfort appears between the closed thighs, and before that only a distant nausea, originating somewhere in your stomach, begins to be felt more clearly.

— Your husband, of course. I'm glad that I have the opportunity to spend the morning with you today. It's not often that I get this opportunity, — a man's palm, resting on your stomach a second ago, now moves to your cheek, and before you even have time to react, his lips are on yours. The kiss is short and gentle, but you don't respond to it, only letting out a dissatisfied moan before the man pulls away, quietly grinning. — I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You're so cute when you're sulking.

— Why should I believe you? And… — you wipe your lips with the back of a trembling palm. — …don't do that anymore.

The man smiles, resting his chin on his palm.

— In our house, you'll find many confirmations for every word I say. Although you don't remember it, we've been married for ten years and we love each other.

— Then this is… — you look down, squeezing your hips harder, feeling your underwear stick uncomfortably to your skin, before turning your gaze to a naked pale man barely covered with a blanket.

His face contorts in obviously feigned embarrassment.

— Ahem, like I said, we're married. Unfortunately, you forget all the events of the past day, so you probably don't remember what we did last night.

— That's how… — you want to believe his words, but for some reason there is something inexplicable about this man.

Dangerous.

— I think we should take a shower. Will you join me?

— I'm sorry, I… it's so awkward to ask, uh… — you look away, clearing your throat before your «husband» interrupts your mumbling.

— Baizhu. My name is Baizhu, — he smiles again, leaving a short kiss on your forehead before getting out of bed.

Your assumption that he really wasn't wearing clothes turned out to be correct. Baizhu puts on a robe before silently leaving the room. You hurriedly glance around the bedroom, but then glance towards the open door, hearing a quiet noise coming from, it seems, the kitchen. Hesitantly, you reach down, running your fingers under your underwear, almost immediately feeling your fingertips touch a viscous substance that instantly sticks to your skin. You abruptly pull your hand out from under the blanket, noticing how a cloudy milky slime has remained on your fingers.

«Indeed… Either you're my husband, or…»

No, this man doesn't look like a crazy maniac. You examine your arms and the rest of your body for bruises or any other signs of violence, finding no evidence of your frightening theory. Your gaze skims around the room once more, noticing a couple of photos, flowers standing on a table by the window, a woman's robe hanging on the back of a chair that probably belongs to you.

This place really looks like the home of two lovers. Cozy, bright and tidy.

— Here, have a drink, — you startled when Baizhu's voice suddenly rings out in the silence of the room. He's standing over your figure sitting on the bed, holding a small mug in his hand, even though you didn't even hear him come back.

— What is it? — you ask, holding out your hand in disbelief.

— I'm a doctor and I'm trying to cure you. I haven't been successful so far, but it's the least I can do, at least to avoid aggravating your condition.

When you accepted the mug from the man, you immediately felt the characteristic smell of herbs. The liquid is transparent, having a slightly greenish tint. It looks like a harmless decoction. You take a sip, instantly feeling the disgusting bitter taste on your tongue, and choke, almost spitting it all back out.

— Ha-ha, you've never liked taking my medicine, — Baizhu laughs, giving you a warm look before moving away from the bed only to take your robe from the chair and return, spreading it out in front of you while you writhe down the last sips of the decoction. — So you're accepting my invitation?

✧ ✧ ✧

It was so strange to feel the touch of a man you barely knew, who called himself your husband, when he was carefully helping you take a bath. Nothing obscene, but… you felt out of place. Baizhu acts like he's really known you for decades, but you can't return the favor. It's so weird. You didn't feel bad when his hands slid down your stomach, then gently and gently rinsing your crotch from the effects of last night, but it's embarrassing.

For some reason, you feel ashamed that you don't have feelings for this person. On the contrary, you don't even feel comfortable being around him. Of course, you don't remember him, and that's a perfectly normal reaction, but still… This is kind of crazy.

— As much as I'd like to stay with you, I still have patients waiting for me, so… I hope you can manage without me until tonight?

You wipe your hair with a towel, noticing that Baizhu has already managed to get dressed, braid his long hair into a braid and put on glasses. He looked very different than at this morning, but you can't say he looks worse now.

— I've done with this before, haven't I? — you giggle nervously, suddenly thinking about what you do every day.

— That's right, — the man smiles, slowly approaching you. For just a moment, he just stops his gaze on your confused figure before bending down and touching his lips to your cheek. — Then see you tonight, Y/N.

— Y-yes, see you tonight… Baizhu.

The door closes, you hear a loud click from turning the key. He's gone.

You just stand in the middle of the kitchen for a while trying to figure out what to do next, before your gaze stops at one of the drawers, on which it is written in neat handwriting «If you want to have a snack».

You don't feel like eating. Although Bai Zhu mentioned that he always leaves food in the fridge for you while you took a shower together, you hardly feel hungry. To tell you the truth, you don't feel anything. It's so weird, but you're really not standing here because you're thinking or because you need some time alone with yourself. You don't know what you have to do. Although the windows are tightly locked, you can see that the weather is quite pleasant outside, but Bai Zhu took the keys with him. He probably doesn't want you to go out alone.

He probably just cares about you.

You walk over and open the candy drawer, pursing your lips and just staring at the various candies and chocolates that you probably love.

— What am I even doing… — you sigh, about to close the drawer, but as soon as you start to slide it back, your gaze catches on some object lying under the stacks of neatly folded sweets.

You carefully push the chocolates away, noticing a small leather-bound notebook underneath. The first thought that crossed your mind before you unfolded the notebook is that there are probably some recipes written down here, since it is in the kitchen, but even after a cursory scan of the carelessly written lines, you realized that this is not the case.

«I don't know if you will check this place tomorrow, but I know for sure that Baizhu will not look into this box for a few more days…»

«I don't know why I'm hiding this diary, but it seems right to me…»

«July 19th

Today I met a man named Zhongli, who handed me this notebook. He seemed very friendly to me, but I still think that I should be careful with any people with whom I'm connected by fate. Don't you also feel this inexplicable anxiety? It's like everyone knows something you don't. It's so annoying.»

«Baizhu was acting strangely today… When he saw me chatting with Zhongli, they had a very strange conversation. I heard their words, but all the time I had the impression that I did not understand at all what they were talking about. Baizhu is definitely familiar with Zhongli, but does this mean that Zhongli knows me? If so, why didn't he say anything? Why did you pretend that we didn't know each other?»

«I thought about it all the way home while Baizhu tried to pretend that nothing had happened. He's trying to help me, so why didn't he give me a notebook like this before? Wouldn't that help me at least try to remember what happened the day before? It's not enough, I understand, but still… isn't it weird?»

«I feel like he won't let me out of the house anymore. Baizhu was so angry, even though he tried to pretend that he wasn't. He asked me why I didn't come to him…»

«Be careful. I don't know what is really going on, but… all hope is that I will find out in the future, which means I must keep this diary even at the cost of my life. Please move it to another place so that Baizhu will definitely not find it.»

«I'm relying on you. You should know what to do.»

The last lines of the diary, written in obvious haste, began to blur before your eyes. Your head is splitting so much that it feels like it's about to burst, and you wrap your hands around your face, dropping the notebook on the floor, when chaotic images begin to emerge under your closed eyelids.

A man in a suit, the taste of hot sweet tea. Fresh air, the paths of Liyue streets.

«Ah, you must be...»

«I hope you won't forget the taste of it and come back here to taste it again»

«T/I, you're crossing the line»

It's so hard to put the pieces together, like a puzzle with missing parts, but you're desperate to see the whole picture. An obsession that can drive itself crazy, but something forcibly keeps it in check at the cost of lost fragments. You really need to remember this, remember everything, but you run into an impenetrable wall, suddenly opening your eyes.

The kitchen, silence and only a very distant muffled sound of rustling leaves.

— What was that just now?.. — you rub your eyes, just pausing for a second before taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, opening your eyes again and glancing at the notebook on the floor.

You have to… Continue recording. You have to write down everything that happened today, you have to write down what will happen tonight.

✧ ✧ ✧

July 23rd

— Have a drink.

You're sitting at the kitchen table, staring in surprise at your husband, who is handing you a mug.

— But I already drank it this morning.…

— You need to take this decoction twice a day, honey. I know you don't like the taste of it, but it's for your own good, — Baizhu smiles, leaving the mug on the table and insistently pushing it towards you.

You've been acting weird the last few days. Every morning starts the same as usual, but once Baizhu leaves for work and comes back, you… no, you just can't remember. It's impossible.

The man gently strokes your head, watching intently as you swallow the decoction. Every last drop.

— Good girl.

Baizhu's palm descends lower, gently massaging your neck. You flinch at the unexpected oppressive, but not unpleasant feeling, putting your mug back on the table. The bitter taste lingers on your tongue, forcing you to reluctantly swallow again.

— Baizhu…

The man tilts his head to the side, continuing to stand behind you, now moving his hand to your shoulder.

— Will I ever be able to… live as usual?

Baizhu narrows his eyes. The corners of his lips twitch before stretching into a soft smile.

— I'll do my best for this.

— But this decoction is the only thing I'm taking right now, isn't it? Isn't there… another medicine?

Baizhu's long fingers squeeze your shoulder harder.

— I'll definitely find it, dear.

— What if… — you stammer, suddenly pursing your lips, not sure if it's worth saying what you're going to say.

— If? — the man bends down, and you can feel his breath, from which the stray hairs are slightly waving near your ear.

— If… If I keep a diary?

— A diary? — the tone of Baizhu's voice lowers, and you can almost feel the smile fading from his face. — Where did you get such thoughts?

— Isn't that logical? If I can't remember what happened yesterday…

—No, — your husband cuts you off in mid-sentence. — We've been through this before, honey. Do you really think that I would neglect any way to help you if he was a worker?

— No, I'm not…

— You don't trust me?

You swallow nervously. Under the skin, the purest manifestation of fear that a person can experience seems to snake. This question… There is only one correct answer to it. It's on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason you don't dare say it out loud. Why? Do you really not trust him?

— I… — you take a deep breath before turning to face Baizhu. You're looking straight into cold golden eyes, staring intently at how you're desperately trying to hide the worry appearing on your face. He can feel the blood pumping furiously through your veins, throbbing under his grip on your shoulder. — Of course I trust you.

You gently place your hand over Baizhu's fingers, which are almost painfully pressed into your skin. Baizhu sees your expression soften, and you gently stroke his cool skin with your thumb, bending slightly and leaning your cheek against his hand.

The pulsations under his palm are becoming more and more distinct.

— Don't scare me like that anymore. I'm willing to do anything for you, — the grip on your shoulder loosens, and the fingers of Baizhu's free hand tangle in your hair as he bends even lower. His lips are just an inch from yours. You can feel his steady breathing on the skin of your face. — Anything.

And he kisses you.

So possessive and persistent. He can't help himself. He wants to tear you to pieces. He feels the bitter taste of lies on your lips. The same taste that his own lips have.

You're so unfair.

Isn't Baizhu doing enough for you? Why do you doubt it? It hurts Baizhu so much. He feels his heart oozing with a viscous, stinking black substance — the fruit of his own sin and your disgusting lies, and if he is ready to admit his own inferiority, ready to be punished for his actions, then you… he cannot accept that you can be so cruel to him.

You hesitate, trying to hold back the urge to push Baizhu away as his hand slides down your forearm before settling on your hip. It's not like a normal kiss. His tongue invades your mouth uninvited, long and slippery, almost making you gasp as he pushes insistently towards your throat before wrapping around yours again. You whine when he moves, now standing in front of you and possessively stroking your knee.

You were so sweet when you touched his hand. Baizhu almost believed in the sincerity of your words. He really wants to believe. And that's why he can't stop now until he feels your devotion on his own body. You belong to him. Your smell, your taste, your body and soul are all his.

Finally, the suffocating kiss is broken, and Baizhu's lips come off yours. He slowly pulls away, and the thread of your saliva mixture stretching between you breaks off as he begins to kneel down. You squirm in your chair, fearfully clutching the hem of your skirt as his palms slide up your thighs. The tips of your fingers deliberately touch the inside of your trembling legs, which you squeeze to the last before finally hesitantly spreading apart, feeling that if you don't, Baizhu will force them apart.

— What is it, honey? Don't you like it?

A cloying, such a disgustingly cloying voice. You know that he only expects one answer from you, but Baizhu also knows that you really want to answer. Are you lying again? No. This time he knows you're only lying to yourself. He's sure that if he touches your hot crotch now, he will feel the moisture sticking to the fabric of your panties. Isn't that adorable? Your resistance against the desires of your own body is what Baizhu lacked when he fucked you in your sleep, so pliant and completely surrendered to true desires.

— I-like it… — you whisper so uncertainly that you feel sick of how inept this little lie is.

— Well, of course… After all, I know you better than anyone else, — the tips of his fingers cling to your panties, and you reluctantly slightly lift your hips, allowing him to pull them down your legs and lift up your skirt. — I know what you want… — Baizhu's lips are pressed against the inside of your thigh. — I know that you love… — he inhales the fragrance coming from you, burrowing deeper and deeper between your legs. — I know that you'll never lie to me. Is that right, Y/N? You're only mine, aren't you? — your frightened eyes meet Baizhu's frighteningly cold gaze, and you nervously swallow a heavy lump in your throat before answering softly.

— Yes… only yours.

The amber eyes narrow slightly before Baizhu's lips stretch into his trademark smile.

— Even if you forget again, I'll remind you of it again and again, every minute of my life, if necessary… — you feel the man's hot breath on the sensitive skin of your thighs when he lowers his head lower again. — I'll always remind you of who you belong to.

There's something wrong with him, you shouldn't feel good with him.… But your consciousness is inevitably clouded by the uncontrollable heat localized in the bottom of your stomach. You can try to deceive yourself, but you can never deceive human nature itself. Baizhu knows how to please you, knows how to make you swallow all those brazen lies that came out of your tongue earlier and replace them with sweet moans that he loves to hear so much.

Baizhu can give you the love, enjoyment, and happy life you deserve. A life that no one else could give you. Just him.

And this is just the beginning.

«Be patient a little more, Y/N… I'll fix it soon…»

Your body trembles as Baizhu wraps his arms around your hips from below, keeping your legs spread apart. You feel so strange.… The sweet anticipation is so tempting, but it's like something's wrong. The darkness so languidly gives way to the vague outlines of your own legs with Baizhu between them as you blink slowly.

And then you see him.

The image of Baizhu suddenly blurs, replaced by the image of another man. You know him. You should know. Just for a moment you have time to look at his face, remember his soft smile, hear a voice calling your name.

You scream when you see your «husband» in his place again. His wide amber eyes are watching intently as you press your palms to your lips in horror. Your chest is shaking, rising and falling sharply in time with your labored breathing. The shackles of deceptive pleasure seem to have evaporated, now replaced by pure panic and anxiety, which penetrate deep into your skin, sending a chill down your spine.

— You… — you're not blinking. It seemed like you even stopped breathing. — Who are you?

✧ ✧ ✧

July 21st

«He refused to let me out on the street. When I asked him if I could at least go to work with him, his face suddenly darkened, but he was still smiling. As always.

Whatever he's trying to hide from me, sooner or later I'll get to the truth...»

«Why does he keep giving me this decoction? As soon as I asked what was in it and what it was for, Baizhu didn't answer anything and just changed the subject. It's so weird…»

July 22nd

«What if I had asked him about the diary? I really don't understand what he wants.… I know that Baizhu wants to help, I know that I should appreciate what he does for me, but think about it. Have you ever seen him do anything for you? Why does he never talk about my past life? Why does he just say that he is my husband and nothing else?»

«You have to find Zhongli… He definitely knows something. It's very risky, but why don't you try to escape through the window when he's not at home?»

July 23rd

«I met with Zhongli, but to no avail. No matter what I asked, his answers were so vague…»

«He said he couldn't tell me the whole truth. He said: «Why don't you ask your husband about it?». Should I even do this? The more I dig into it, the more I realize that he can't be trusted…»

«I have to ask him. Otherwise, it will never stop. I'm starting to remember… I'm starting to remember very vaguely the person I shouldn't have forgotten. Who is he? Baizhu should know him. But I can't ask about it directly.… I think he might get angry if I ask about another man.»

July 25th

— How sweet, — Baizhu smiles, gently closing the small notebook. — And how ugly it is for the God of Contracts to violate his own terms, although … — the man grins, slightly throwing his head back. — …but I should thank him, because don't trials make our ties stronger?

Baizhu turns to you.

— Oh, yes, yes, you can't answer me, — the tips of your fingers run over the tape tightly glued to your lips. — I'm sorry that I had to go to extreme measures. The last few days have been as hard for me as for you… I had to work overtime, leave you alone in this state. There wasn't a second that I didn't think about you, I swear.

He's stroking your cheek.

— Tomorrow will be our last first meeting, I promise. I'll make you forget about everything that worries you so much.… It's the least I can do to help you.

You mumble incoherently, fidgeting in your chair.

— Oh, I know what you want to say. I'm sick of having to do this to you myself. I really wanted it to be different, but your memories started coming back too soon.… This is my mistake. I'll fix it.

For a moment, Baizhu's face is distorted with mock sadness.

— I'm really sorry that I had to get rid of your former husband, — the man sighs. — I wanted you to forget about him, but even my skill is not perfect, it took a little time to refine the «medicine». I'm sorry you had to go through all this.

You gasp for air, about to scream as soon as Baizhu tears the tape off your face, but his fingers instantly press into your jaw, tilting your head back and forcing your mouth wide open.

— I have to give you credit. Although the idea of the diary seemed innocent to me at first, when you had already kept it before, this time you surpassed yourself. I knew that sooner or later you would start digging into things that you don't need to dig into, — Baizhu clicks his tongue. — You should have just trusted me. I have to be the only one who will carry this load.

You take a deep breath and immediately choke when he forcibly pours a disgusting-tasting liquid into your mouth, which you try to spit out, but it inevitably flows down your throat anyway.

— You don't need this.

The room suddenly starts spinning before your eyes. The tinnitus drowns out the sound of your coughing and vomiting.

— See you in our new life, Y/N.

✧ ✧ ✧

July 26th

Bright sunlight, marking the beginning of a new day, persistently seeps through heavy eyelids, inevitably squinting when consciousness gradually returns to you after a deep sleep. It stings so unpleasantly, and you turn away from the source of the rays, which cruelly outrages your eyes. The embrace of sleep doesn't lose hope of keeping you at least a moment longer in its warmth, but for some reason the heart in your chest shudders restlessly, forcing you to explode from the soft pillow.

A slight shortness of breath, and the eyes open abruptly. You're clutching the blanket convulsively in your hands.

Your eyes are frantically running around an unfamiliar room, you feel a drop of cold sweat trickling down your temple. Fragments of a painful nightmare pop up in my mind. There is still a bitter taste on the tongue, causing nausea.

— Are you awake yet, honey? — you turn your head sharply in the direction from which the velvety gentle voice is coming.

There's a man you don't know standing in the doorway. His eyes are closed behind the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and his lips are stretched in a smile while he holds two steaming mugs in his hand, from which a subtle coffee aroma emanates. You scan the soft features of his friendly face with your gaze, and suddenly your eyes widen when they notice a white snake wrapped around his neck.

— Hey, Baizhu! You already left me for a few days with Qiqi, and now you're forcing me to inhale this disgusting smell. Get it away from me, — the snake suddenly spoke in a haughty tone, making you completely numb from shock.

— Okay, okay, — the green-haired man grins, leaving the mugs on your bedside table before sitting on the corner of the bed next to you. — How are you feeling, Y/N?

You tear your stunned gaze away from the pouting and averted snake and turn your attention to the man who is carefully wrapping his arms around one of your palms.

— I… don't know… I'm sorry, but who are you?

The man's fingers tremble on your palm. His smile widens a little.

— Don't worry, my love, I'll tell you everything now.

✧ ✧ ✧

August 5th

Baizhu sips tea from his cup, sighing contentedly. He turns his head to the side where the sound of your ringing laughter is coming from. You carefully place a homemade wreath of flowers that you have managed to collect around your house on Qiqi's head, with a doomed look allowing you to play with yourself like with a charming doll. The little girl looks at you in a puzzled way, probing with her hands what turned out to be on her head, and you smugly straighten up, resting your fists on your hips, glancing at Baizhu, sitting at a table in the garden not far from the two of you. You wave at him and smile radiantly, making the man's heart clench in his chest for a moment.

So carefree and happy.

— I see that she's fine now, — Zhongli says, covering his golden eyes before taking a sip of his hot drink.

— Was there any problem? — Baizhu smiles, interlacing his fingers on the table.

The man opposite chuckles, returning his cup back to the small saucer.

— I'm sick of watching them not detach from each other for the last few days, — Changsheng snorts in displeasure, curling a tighter ring around Baizhu's neck.

— What a nice tea,— Zhongli glances at the empty cup. — Thank you for the invitation. I think I should go now.

Baizhu smiles softly, getting up from the table after the guest.

— I hope you'll find some more time to visit my wife and me someday. You were so kind to help her last time, and this is the least I could do to express my gratitude.

Zhongli nods briefly.

— I'm always happy to help.

— Oh, and by the way… — Baizhu takes out a small notebook from his pocket, handing it to the Consultant. — It was so kind of you to give my wife such a lovely gift, but I'm afraid she can't accept it.

Zhongli's eyes widen slightly when he recognizes the object in Baizhu's hand as the notebook he gave you at your last meeting before taking it back.

— It's a pity, but I guess it did her a favor after all.

— More than that, — the Doctor smiles, squinting slightly. — I hope you know what to do with it. Although I follow all the laws of Liyue, but this time I can forgive some mistake that you allowed yourself to make by violating the terms of our contract. It would be a shame if you were careless enough to look for loopholes in it again, Mr. Zhongli.

— I could say that I hope for future fruitful cooperation, but I wouldn't like to accidentally meet you again at night on the Wuwang Hill.

Baizhu chuckles softly.

— Fair point, — the Doctor turns around again, noticing how you worriedly pull out the wreath that Qiqi was trying to eat from her hands. — It would be extremely awkward to meet again under such circumstances.

[sith-obikin]

FINAL ROUND-UP ❤️‍🔥

Here are the last submissions to the first edition of the Sith Obikin Fest! In total we received over 40 works🔥

Stay tuned for our next announcements / thank-yous and a very exciting project coming SOON!

• Birth Astride A Grave (a play in two acts) by nngi_e

After his defeat on the fiery shores of Mustafar, a captive Obi-Wan Kenobi receives four visitors in the darkness of his cell:

a beloved Master long gone,

a beautiful Queen shrouded in blue,

a cruel Shadow covered in scars,

and the Sun at the center of it all.

• Vader Closes In by ArtisticlyBeautiful

Vader finds Obi-Wan in his cave on Tatooine. He will do whatever it takes for Obi-Wan to feel the heartache he has to live with now.

Set during the Kenobi series.

DW: Non-con, bottom obi-wan, ruthless vader

DNW: Piss, sweetness

• Three Measures of Blood by your cheap thrills (eurosthewanderer)

Sith! Obi-Wan stumbles upon a boy in his travels and instantly feels his great potential in the Force.

He snatches Anakin before anyone else can and proceeds to teach him the ways of the Dark Side.

DW: Go wild. Anything like the Jedi Quest or Rogue Planet, but they are both Sith. Perfect excuse to dive into the Sith lore and create their practices. You can make it as long as you want with Anakin of any age. But the world-building of the Sith is essential.

DNW: Only brief mentions of the teachings. Seriously, you can make it as wild as you can, but details are essential.

• wild animals i have known by travellingcircus

Reverse age AU - Set whenever

Sith Obi-Wan (wild and borderline feral), Jedi Master Anakin (always toeing the line of being a darksider but never falling)

Really I just want sith Obi-Wan to call jedi Anakin daddy (no age play). A plot would be nice, but I am far too happy with nothing but smut.

DW: Daddy kink, possessiveness, obsession, top Anakin, bottom Obi-Wan, they're disgustingly cute about each other but not in a healthy way

DNW: piss, scat, vomit, age play, omegaverse, unhappy ending, major character death

• Rage, rage against the dying of the light by Golden_Daffodils

Palpatine miscalculates. Killing Obi-Wan Kenobi is the reason Anakin falls, but he did not expect the boy to rebel and try to kill him in return when Anakin learns who he is and his role in Obi-Wan's death.

Would love a angst filled fic, with Anakin falling because Obi-Wan is dead, as Palpatine thought he would, and that biting Palpatine in the ass lol

Also it's up to you if Obi-Wan is really dead or not. I just want to make clear that the most important person for Anakin will always be Obi-Wan.

If nsfw, bottom Anakin/top Obi-Wan and lots of tender/passionate sex reunion.

No rape/non con, hardcore kinks, Anakin kneeling to Palpatine, Anakin killing other Jedi (I don't want him to be the instigator but he can kill to defend himself should you wish to go on that route), anidala, Obianidala, QuiObi.

• Bound By You by BlueAreTheStars

Reverse Age AU - Takes place in GFFA

Peace in the galaxy. A shaky treaty resulting in a tri-annual competition to see who reigns for a short period of time: the Empire or the Republic. It is not built to last.

Anakin Skywalker, older but no wiser from his Clone Wars escapades, is of course the Jedi's chosen champion, as much as he does not wish to be. There is no match for his power, his skills, anywhere in the galaxy now that peace has been declared but when a lithe young man steps into the arena, with gold eyes and an obvious hard-on for him, maybe Anakin has finally met one.

• mine, always by DPRen

Set in Rots. Canon divergence. Obi-Wan kills Palpatine in a fit of jealous rage at seeing Anakin kneel to be Palps apprentice. And now Anakin has to try and get his master back from the dark side while fighting his own internal battle. No unhappy endings ( happy sith murder husbands pretty please )

[ask-court-genshin]

«FIRST EBG CONCLUDES...»

The "ghost" enters Lumine's room with a hollow expression on his face. The hydro eidolon, Kopi, looked up to him with an alarmed expression.

"Y-You?!?" They gawked. "You're not supposed to be here–"

"Stop the act, I know who you are." Dainsleif half-muttered, tired. "I know it's you...

... Ansy."

...

The hydro eidolon evaporated.

"Aww... That quick?"

In a matter of seconds, all the blue was washed away from the person the twilight sword was conversing with. In front of him stood his spouse, Ansy.

"And here I thought I was doing a relatively decent job, hiding from you," they shrugged. "You know, just like what you've done to me for around 400 years or so."

"Ansy..."

"How did you figure it out?" Ansy cheerfully asked in stark contrast to Dain's unapproving stare. "I'm sure you already have a list in your person."

He clicked his tongue, somewhat insulted by how much his partner knows him before handing out a clean parchment.

"It isn't that hard to deduce, my beloved." Dainsleif snarled.

"Congratulations!" Ansy clapped sarcastically. "Want a medal?"

"But this Lawrence." He gritted his teeth. "Where is he now?"

Ansy snorted.

Ah, right. I forgot I'm a villain, too.

"Dead, of course." They spoke so casually as if a murder confession was not at all concerning. "Dain, he's made of water. You know how pathetically easy it is to kill hydro slimes, right?"

"Am I supposed to be–"

"He's not even a real person." They rolled their eyes. "I created him. Made him up like an eighth grader convincing his friends he has a totally hot girlfriend in Inazuma and she just can't come visit. He doesn't even actually have any consciousness."

"And yet he's still based off a real person."

"Yes, he is." Ansy nodded, sighing in defeat, knowing that their next words is bound to sound disgustingly fragile. "He's based off YOU."

"He's based off how you were back then– how you used to be such a knight who'd act so clumsy whenever we talk to each other."

"Tell me, Dain, why the FUCK would he be blonde with strikingly blue– but not as beautiful as yours– eyes when the real Lawrence is a brunette???"

...

...

"You..." He trailed off, flabbergasted. "I am absolutely astounded. Is this your roundabout way of fessing up that you cannot love another man and therefore had to mold water to my likeness in order to survive a week of EBG?"

Dainsleif covered his mouth with a hand before looking away. They knew from the way his shoulders slightly rose by a hair that he snorted in secret.

"That polaroid picture– was that our masquerade ball last year? Did you just alter it a bit to–"

Ansy coughed, not particularly eager to answer that and boost his ego.

Seems they're both equally obsessed.

"Anyways, I completed my mission." They digressed. "I infiltrated the Astro Network to see what's up and survived an EBG while no one rats me out for my @throwaway-yandere persona. I think I won. No one gave me a strike. I'm the one deserving of a medal for playing 4D chess while everyone does EBG."

Dainsleif sighed audibly loud.

"I'd ask for your forgiveness but I think you deserve this offensive statement: my beloved, you are an idiot."

"A homicidal idiot. I killed two people– three if you count Lawrence."

"Four if you still consider me a ghost."

"We're Khaenri'ahn, we don't die." Ansy laughed. "And quite frankly, you're real to me."

Dainsleif's eyes softened.

"I'm certain this isn't how lovers normally pull pranks on one another."

"Well, you diiiiiid kill me brutally on another timeline, so can't you consider us even here?"

He pulled them close.

"500 mora, and I shall consider the thought."

"Boo, you jerk."

"You're evil, and I'd consider myself a good man for this bargain."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll turn myself in Fontaine's prison soon, don't worry."

"Good. See you in another century." Dainsleif joked in his usual flat tone.

"Oh, and Dain?"

"... I'm afraid to hear what you're about to say."

"I looked at the throwaway account and uh, we now have approximately 3,200 gremlin children...?"

"What. I thought you quit writi–"

"They're signing their own adoption papers it's not my fault–"

"Oh, matters not. Happy 3,200 gremlins, Ansy."

"Hmm hmm! Happy 3.2k!!!"

[thewalkingwillowtree]

His Fierce Flower - Bonus

This is a series of little moments during Neteyam and Enyu's married life, based off this lovely ask HERE.

Neteyam leaned his forearms against the wooden fence, where he stood on the outskirts of the training enclosure, surveying the potential new recruits. They were all young- baby faced but had the word determination pouring out of them and he remembered that not too long ago that was him in their place. 

The recruits were in the middle of target practice and kept nervously glancing in his direction- like they always did whenever he would spontaneously visit. He knew he must have looked intimidating, dressed in his full warrior’s garb- war paint and all, along with his usual serious and intense expression he kept reserved for the public. 

“T’qeres, that one there keeps holding his aim too long,” he called out loud, jerking his head in a young one’s direction. 

T’qeres, a member of his team, moved to immediately correct the now nervous Na’vi’s stance, showing him how to correctly hold his bow.

A peel of laughter Neteyam instantly recognized, distracted him. He spotted Enyu a few feet away, walking along with some of the members of her harvest group and much to his annoyance- as always, Yaćksön was there too. Seemed like the harvesters were done for the day. 

He openly stared- his soft gaze turning heated. Possessive. His eyes followed her, observing her beauty, her carefree disposition and how she’d tilt her head back, exposing her neck to the world. “Good ,” he thought. Let them see the marks he’d left there. Let them see she was taken. Let them see she was his. 

“You’re doing that thing again bro. You’re all intense and shit. It’s kinda scary.” Lo’ak walked over to lean against the wooden fence as well, pulling Neteyam’s attention away from his mate. 

“What thing?”

“The staring thing…at Enyu,” he replied, jerking his head in her direction. 

“So? She’s my-”

“Wife? Mate? Woman?” Lo’ak rolled his eyes, then turned to scrutinise the training younglings. “Yeah ‘Teyam, I know. Just like I knew all the other thousand times you’ve reminded me and anyone else who’d listen.” 

Neteyam raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see the problem here.”

Lo’ak cackled loudly, catching the attention of a few others milling about. He was immensely amused by his brother’s behaviour. He was such a goner. 

“Nothing man. You do you. I mean, I don’t know why I’m surprised, you two have always been disgustingly obsessed with each other, and I’m talking way before all your feelings reveal and shit. But now, it’s like ten- no a thousand times worse. You’re like a fucking lunatic the way you look at her.”

Neteyam clenched his jaw and called out another correction to a Na’vi who was hunching their shoulders too much. “Alright, fine. So how do I look at her then?” He asked, slightly annoyed. His siblings were slowly driving him nuts lately with their comments and digs about him and his mate.   

“Like a predator, hunting their prey.”

‘Well she is mine,’ he thought sardonically. 

Lo’ak glanced back at Enyu who was in deep conversation with another Na’vi. “She seems happy though, which is good.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, you skxawng?”

“Just making sure I don’t need to knock you out is all, I’m looking out for her,” he shrugged. “...I'm glad you’re happy though. I know I’ve been a shit brother at times…I’m glad Eynu was there for you when I should’ve been.”

The eldest Sully tensed at his brother’s words. 

“It kinda sucks that you’ve moved out though- now it’s just dad and me against the girls… Fuck. I still can’t believe you guys are actually mated mated now. But I really am happy for you two.”

Neteyam side-eyed his brother, it was always strange to hear him speak this way. Half the time Lo’ak was constantly complaining about him and Enyu being too “annoyingly gross,” and that he, “hoped someone would shoot him if he ever got as pathetic as Neteyam.” 

“What ‘Teyam?” Lo’ak huffed.

“Nothing. I’ve never heard you say the word happy so many times before. It’s a little unnerving. What the hell has O’tley done to you?” He grinned then elbowed his scowling brother. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. Thanks bro…everything you said, that all means a lot. I mean it Lo’ak.” 

“No biggy.”

“Speaking of O’tley. How’s that going?” He asked, pushing his luck. Lo’ak was pretty tight lipped about his relationship with the Tipani female. 

Lo’ak’s head snapped and he shot him a sharp, suspicious glare. “Did Tiny say something to you?!”

“W-what? No!” He raised his hands in defence. “Bro I don’t know anything okay, I was just making conversation. No need to bite my head off.”

“Sorry,” Lo’ak mumbled, head hung low in contemplation. “I’m going to ask her to be my mate,” he admitted, sheepishly. 

Neteyam stilled, ears twitching in shock, eyes growing wide. 

“I don't want to wait anymore. I haven’t asked her yet. So don’t go yammering,” he grumbled. “Is it weird that I’m nervous? Tiny says I don’t have to worry, that she’ll say yes in a heartbeat but-” he rubbed his palms together and grinned, “I can’t help it. That normal?”

“Being nervous? Yeah bro it’s normal,” he said, returning his grin. “And my mate is right- hey stop with the scoffs every time I say it. I’m telling you the moment O’tley is officially yours, you're going to want to say it too. You’re going to want the world to know she’s yours. Just facts. But Enyu is right. You have nothing to worry about. O’tley is your person bro, she’s the one.” Neteyam ruffled his brother’s head, a bit rough but affectionately. “I am overjoyed for you brother. You have found your forever.” 

“Hey you two!” They both turned to see Enyu heading towards them. Straightening up, he had to force his tail to rein still, but it was no use, it swung excitedly at the sight of his mate. 

His mate. Shit. 

They were only mated a few weeks now, and yet he still couldn’t believe it sometimes. He was truly the luckiest Na’vi in the world. 

Lo’ak intercepted her before Neteyam could, tossing an arm around her shoulder. “Hey Tiny, how’s my favourite sister in law today?” He asked, enjoying his brother’s scowl. 

She smiled, softly. “I’m your only sister in law, Lo’ but I’m great, thanks. How are you?”

Neteyam returned to his hunched position on the fence, ignoring them as they chatted and tried not to show his annoyance or petty jealousy. He promised Enyu he would work on his “sharing”. 

He had just corrected another Na’vi’s form when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him. Enyu pressed a kiss against his bicep before nuzzling her cheek against him. 

Lo’ak muttered a “Later,” then strode off, leaving the pair alone.  

“You two okay?” 

“Yeah. He just told me about O’tley.” 

“Oh thank Eywa. I’ve been holding on to that one for so long now,” she sighed, dramatically and he chuckled, reaching down to absentmindedly play with her fingers, bringing them to his lips to kiss affectionately. 

“Do you approve though?”

“Of O’tley? Yes. I honestly couldn’t think of anyone better for him. They are as you so like to say “perfect for each other”, no?” He glanced at her when she shifted to his side, zeroing on her lips for a second before turning away again. “He’s changed too I find.”

“Lo’ak?”

“Mhm. He’s still him obviously but- more…mature?” 

“Oh yeah, I see it too. That’s all O’tley’s doing I suspect. She’s changed too, I find. Not as savage as when she first arrived.” They both chuckled. 

His voice rose when he called out, “Segine! Your posture! How many times do you need to be corrected?!” 

“Y- yes Sir. Sorry Sir,” the teenaged boy stuttered. 

“Sorry baby,” he said, softly before returning to their conversation. “I’m surprised at my mother though.”

“What do you mean?” 

“With O’tley I mean. You know mom, she doesn’t trust easily. Especially outsiders- which is funny considering who she mated with- but anyway, look at how long it took her to even warm up to Spider. I’m pretty sure the only reason she is so accepting of him this past year is because it’s finally registered to her how important he is to Kiri.”

Enyu laughed. “That’s so true. O’tley’s pretty difficult not to like though and if you really think about it, she reminds me a lot like you’re mother.”

“Shit you’re right, they are so similar.” 

They stayed that way- her hugging him, him still fiddling with her slim fingers, both silently watching the end of the training until it was finished. 

Later on they walked hand in hand together, towards the communal area, where a grand feast was being set up, chatting about this and that. 

~

The quiet of the night was pierced by a guttural roar then a low rough grunt. Neteyam’s taut body went limp as he heaved, coming down from his high. 

Heaven. Bliss. Ecstasy. 

“Did I do good?” Enyu rasped hopefully, her voice sounding raw.

He let out a shaky laugh then peaked down from the arm slung across his eyes- right at his pretty little mate between his spread thighs. She was all swollen shiny lips, grinning up at him expectantly. He groaned at the sight of her when she began licking her lips and fingers with a hum- cleaning every drop possible. 

“Uh-” he blinked then cleared his throat. “I think you broke me actually, so I’d say you did more than good, Flower.” She giggled. “I’m going to need a minute,” he croaked.

Her proud grin grew and a little purple blush tinted her cheeks. She sat up gingerly and wiped her hands on the edge of a blanket then got up to drink some much needed water- they’d been at it for hours. 

His eyes followed her, greedily enjoying her bare form and that deep dark part inside of him screamed, Mine . 

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I? I… kind of lost control a few times tonight.”

Enyu swallowed a mouthful then shook her head, blushing again. “No. I- I liked it actually. It felt good.” 

He threw an arm behind his head, tilting up to see her better and smirked cockily. “Oh yeah? You mean when I got rough?” 

Images of him gripping her hips and thighs bruisingly, flashed in her mind. Him, splaying her wide as he ruthlessly moved above her, leaving her spent and completely breathless before he was twisting her again in whatever position he wanted. It had taken every once of her strength to push him back against their furs, crawling downwards so that she could be in control for once- immediately silencing him with her first lick.  

Her blush deepened even more and she nodded shyly, avoiding his stare. “You’ve been rough before but. That was new, different. Good, different though.” She bit her lip. “...I wouldn’t mind if you did it again.”

“Hmm.” He clicked his tongue then said, “Good to know.”

Her brows furrowed as she gulped another healthy mouthful. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” He laughed.

“Like- like that! Like you want to devour me!”

“I do want to devour you though,” he said, honestly.

“You just did! Four times ‘Teyam! I’m going to have to ask Kiri for that bruise balm again tomorrow,” she complained, rubbing at her hip. “You’re lucky I’m even standing right now.” 

He sat up and used a blanket to wipe at his sweat slicked chest, then to his lower regions to rid the traces of sticky residue. He was already hard again. “I guess I’ll have to do better next time then. I mean if you could stand, I probably didn’t do it right,” he joked. 

“Neteyam Sully. You are insatiable, you know that?” 

“Thank you baby.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “Alright, enough you." She cleaned up as best she could. Dabbing away the mess between her legs that went running down her thighs- ignoring her ogling husband who said that, "that was his job." 

“Turn over,” she ordered with a jerk of her chin when she had finished sponging at her chest and neck, drying her now clean hands.

“Yes ma’am.” 

Enyu straddled him, with a slight wince, perching on his lower back as she warmed up barli oil between her palms. She gasped when she saw the deep crescent moon prints she had left all over his muscular back. Glancing back, she noticed them on his butt cheeks too. 

Neteyam laid flat on his stomach, head resting on his folded arms as she began to massage his neck. Strong, nimble fingers working through the knots and kinks, slowly moving across his broad shoulders and down the expanse of his back. 

As she worked, they chatted mindlessly about their day and made plans for their weekly date night. 

“So something interesting happened today,” she said nervously. 

“Oh yeah?” He mumbled.

“Saubru offered me her position in the school.”

“What?” He tried to try to lift up but she had rubbed at a stiff muscle which caused him to fall back with a grunt. He moaned in a mixture of mild discomfort and pleasure as she kneaded the tight spot. “Are you serious, Flower?”

“It’s insane right?” 

“I mean it’s Saubru, so yeah… I didn’t believe the- ah! Shit baby, easy. I didn’t believe the rumours about her when I first heard about her retirement, and I don’t think she said anything to my dad. What- well what did you say?”

“That I’d have to think about it…but I don’t know ‘Tey.” 

He frowned, not liking her tone. “Hey, hang on, stop for a second. Come here.”

She flopped next to him and he tugged her close, slotting his thigh between hers. His eyes traced her face momentarily before he kissed her furrowed brow and frowning lips, sweetly.  

“What’s with the sulking? What’s making you want to say no?”

She thought for a second. “I’m already good at what I do, I’ve been a harvester for years now. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was nervous leaving the comfort of it. And this is the Saubru we’re talking about. She’s a legend. Ancient! It's a big role to fill. It’s a really big role to fill, I mean these are young minds she’s shaping. What if- what if I don’t match up?”

“Are you kidding me? Baby, you’ve been helping with the school for a long time now, she clearly sees your potential. I mean Enyu, the sheer fact that she’s a legend and she asked you- out of all the others she’s worked with, she asked you. That says something.”

The Na’vi in particular was the clan’s current oldest member. She was an educator. The best of the best, teaching littles ones- Tuk’s age and under. Teaching was Enyu’s dream job and she had gotten a taste of it when she was given the opportunity to finally tutor for her field and smaller tastes whenever the school took her up on her volunteer offers. 

He kissed her forehead again and smoothed his palm up her back in comfort. “You’re amazing, you know that? And whatever decision you make, I’m proud of you either way.” 

She smiled. “What do you think I should do?”

“No, this is all you. I can’t tell you what I think.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I’m thinking purely selfish thoughts. That’s why.”

There were only two thoughts in particular. One, no more Yaćksön hanging around his wife and two, no more Enyu leaving the clan to forage anymore. She’d be safe and sound at all times and he wouldn’t have to scold her anymore about leaving her group to wander off alone or for not paying attention to her surroundings. 

After the war he noticed she had been avoiding the fool, his gut told him something had happened and he was right. He managed to coax the truth from her and was livid when she told him about the incident in the cave. It took everything within him not to go after Yaćksön but when his wife had firmly told him she had it settled he knew he had to leave it at that. It didn’t stop him from keeping a watchful eye out though. 

She clambered onto his back again to resume her massaging. “Of course you are thinking that way,” she giggled. “Well I don’t know what I’m going to do yet but I have time. She gave me two weeks to decide. And get this, she said she’d be my tutor until the final handover and everything! Insane right?”

“That’s crazy, Flower! I’m so happy for you. Oh wait, if you say yes, Tuk is going to freak. She’ll get to see you all day.”

When Enyu eventually finished ridding him of his tension and he was completely pliable beneath her hands, she laid on top of him, pressing her chest against his back and snuggled into his neck. His eyes were closed- on the cusp of sleep. 

Groggily he said, “Mm, you have magic fingers, you know that? The things you can do, oh my-”

“Tey!” She giggled. “Kiss,” she begged.

He tilted his head out from the cocoon of his arms and they kissed lazily, as if they had all the time in the world.

Neteyam smiled against her lips when she sighed in complete contentment. 

~

“Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a little sweet Na’vi and she lived in a cave far far away all by herself but she was lonely and needed a friend. So one day she- ‘Teyam! You’re not listening to me! You have to pay attention.”

Enyu pressed her lips together to stifle her laughter at the pair, turning in the crook of her mate’s shoulder to hide her amusement before she too got scolded by the bossy little girl. 

It was late at night- way past Tuk’s bedtime to be exact and they were in the middle of an unanticipated story time session. She and Neteyam were laid stretched out in their bed of soft blankets and leathers with his baby sister cuddled on top of his chest as they tried their hardest to pay serious attention to her.

“I was just resting my eyes Tuk, I promise I’m listening,” he grouched, he was not entirely happy with the way the night was playing out. He had other plans in mind. Adult themed plans.

Tuk tilted her little head, squinting as if she didn’t believe him. “Why are you so grumpy? I'm telling you a nice story.”

Neteyam puffed out his cheeks then gave his sister a genuine smile and tickled her side. “I’m grumpy because it’s late and you’re supposed to be in your own bed. We talked about this, remember?” 

She glowered at him- clearly offended, before clambering off him- all bony knees and elbows poking his ribs and gut, and straight into Enyu’s arms instead. His sister then stuck out her tongue in retaliation at him when Enyu cuddled her closer. 

Wiping his hands down his face in frustration he let out a low groan as Tuk continued her storytelling.

Tuk’s story- like always, was an odd mix of human and Na’vi tales, big bad wolves who huffed and puffed, Na’vis who’s noses grew if they told lies and ikrans who could fly into space. 

She eventually fell asleep- dead to the world, nestled between her and Neteyam, cheek smushed against Enyu’s chest, one hand still clutching her brother’s fingers. She loved and always demanded cuddles whenever she spent the night with them. It was no use getting her to sleep in the little pallet of furs Neteyam had made specially for her.

Enyu’s eyes snapped up, locking with her husband’s tired glare, when she felt his tail caressing her thigh. 

“This is becoming a problem,” he whispered.

“I think it’s sweet.”

He leaned up on the arm that wasn’t currently occupied in Tuk’s clutches and scowled at her as if she were insane.

“Sweet? Baby, this is the fourth time this week…you can’t keep saying yes and letting her have her way. What about me? I’m your mate.”

Mirth danced in her eyes at the cross expression on his face. “Ma’Tayam, are you…jealous of your baby sister?”

“Yes. She is purposely hogging you!” He hissed quietly, glancing down to make sure that Tuk was indeed deep in sleep before he continued. “She sees you all day in school now and then comes to our home and stays here all night, cuddling you!” 

Enyu pressed her lips together, praying to Eywa to help her keep it together. It was always a little entertaining when her husband got like this but she couldn’t dare laugh. She had made the mistake of doing it once before and he had immediately called a family meeting to show her just how serious he was. Lo’ak and Kiri had both shot her daggers for having to sit through his entire speech about ‘boundaries’.  

“This ends tonight. I’m putting a stop to it.” And with that he extracted his hand then turned his back on them, intending to sleep. 

With an impatient huff he turned and leaned over once again, giving her a chase kiss on the lips and a grumpy muffled “I love you” before going back to his sulking position.

They had been having similar problems even before they were mated and Neteyam couldn't wait to finally move them out of his family's home, hoping it would solve the ‘boundaries’ issue. Since she and Neteyam had moved into their own little tent two months ago however, Tuk, who was probably more excited than the two of them combined, was their most regular visitor. 

She had been inviting herself over for ‘sleepovers’ and Enyu being the sucker she was, always found it hard to say no. At first it was cute- and it still was, but the more it occurred, the more frustrated her husband got.

To put it straight…he was having a hard time sharing her but she understood, some nights she wished it were just the two of them as well.

~

Quite early the next morning, after breakfast was served along with a rather aggressive game of ‘I spy’, Neytiri came over to pick up Tuk. 

The seven year old was quite pouty when Neteyam sat her down to gently break the news that the sleepovers could no longer be as often. 

“But why?”

“Because…well, you know how Enyu and I are mates right? Well I want to be able to spend some alone time with her when I come home.”

Tuk screwed up her face as if what Neteyam said was the most absurd thing she ever heard. “But I want to spend time with her too.” 

“And you can, I’m not stopping you, I’m just saying that we could maybe have less sleepovers.”

Tuk, who was sitting in Enyu’s lap, leaned back against her chest with a little huff. She hugged the older Na’vi’s arms as though Neteyam was planning on taking Enyu away right then and there.

“You’re just being selfish, ‘Teyam.”

He rubbed his forehead, “Tuk, I promise I’m not trying to be, it’s just Enyu is my wife and-”

“Well she’s my best friend! You just don’t want to share her!” Enyu hid her smile in Tuk’s hair. 

“Tuktirey…mom, can you please help me out here?”

“Hmm?” Neytir paused mid chew. “Oh I could, but you’re doing so well. Think of it as practice for when you have your own little ones,” his mother said with a knowing smile. She shot Enyu a wink then, like an unbothered queen, she went back to munching on the breakfast spread Enyu had laid out. Enyu had a sneaky suspicion that the entire ordeal was quite entertaining to her mother in law.  

Eventually after much back and forth, Neteyam and his sister decided to 'compromise' . Tuk was a natural negotiator and managed to bargain her way to sleepovers, six nights a month. 

The moment his mother and sister left, Neteyam tied the knot to their entrance extra tight then tackled Enyu, with a mumbled “finally ”. She shrieked and laughed as he pressed her into their bed, playfully covering her with kisses on every inch of her face before finally claiming her lips. 

Those kisses turned heated and hungry and her body, so responsive to everything he did, felt hot and needy, aching parts instantly begging to be touched. 

Her mate kissed down her body, lapping, sucking at the column of her throat, across her collar bones, pausing to give special attention to her feather covered breasts, where his hand was already inching towards. 

“Don’t you dare.” She grabbed the back of his braids, raising him so he could see how serious she was. “You keep ruining them faster than I can replace them.”

“Then stop talking and take it off already,” he ordered in that bossy tone of his that always seemed to make her brain short circuit. “Baby. I’m not going to ask you again. Time is wasting, I could have made you come by now. I have to make up for what I missed out on last night.”

She hurriedly removed it and squirmed when he feathered his lips across her nipples. 

His hand had just curled around her loincloth, with every intention of ripping it away when they heard Kiri call from outside. “I’m coming in! You two better be decent and not fooling around at this hour.”

Neteyam didn’t let Enyu go though, if anything, he slipped right between her thighs, tightening his tail around one of her ankles to keep her from trying to escape. 

“Tey-” She tried to protest. 

“Kiri, you need to leave, now!” 

They heard her snort. “Nope, I’m here to see Enyu, we have plans and O’tley is already waiting, so you better let her out or I’m coming in. I swear I’m already feeling the nausea brewing just by interacting for such a short time, you guys don’t want me barfing, right?”

He had this coming- she was doing this on purpose he knew. He had publicly chastised both her and Spider- Spider mostly, while they flirted and whispered from their seats in the back of a warrior's meeting. In his defence, the meeting was a serious matter, Kiri was not even supposed to be in attendance either. He was also the Second in Command and he had to lead by example- he could not make exceptions. His father certainly didn't. 

Neteyam face planted into her chest with an agitated groan and Enyu snickered. Kiri was not bluffing, she’d really walk right in. 

“What plans could you have possibly made for this ungodly hour? It’s supposed to be our day off!” He seethed, quietly, narrowing his gaze on Enyu.

She gave him a meek smile. “I’m starting back with my bow lessons. O’tley’s going to be training Kiri and I. I forgot it was today.”

He frowned and closed his eyes as if pained. “Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?” 

“I’m sorr-” 

“Do you feel what you are doing to me?”

He grabbed her wrist and guided her hand downward to palm at the impressive bulge under his loincloth and she gasped- automatically squeezing her fingers around him. They hadn’t done anything in almost three days. It had obviously been taking a toll on him. 

“Shit,” he groaned. “Stop, that’s not helping baby.” 

“Enyu!” His sister bellowed again, reminding them that she was just outside. 

“For Eywa sake! Yes alright, give her a few minutes to get dressed Kiri!” He called out, but then he caged in his mate, hands on either side of her head as he whispered in a deep and dangerous tone. “You better not invite anyone over later. I will deal with you tonight, wife. I’m thinking I need to remind you of why we need alone time together.”

Her body broke out in goose pimples and she felt heat pool in her lower abdomen. He nipped her ear and pinched one of her nipples before sitting up. 

When she didn’t move he held back a smile, obviously pleased with himself. “Flower. Kiri’s waiting.”

She blinked. “Huh? Oh right,” she said, sheepishly, blushing like crazy as she hurriedly got dressed. 

Oh the things he made her feel. She couldn’t wait for tonight. 

~

“We’re going to have to start packing soon. The big move is starting up.” 

“We still have some time, we won’t be leaving until the last group anyway, right?” Enyu combed through the section she had just parted, then began to plait the hair, skilled, nimble fingers moving quickly.

“Well, I was actually thinking of us leaving with the first fleet, instead of going with my parents. We’d get to settle down early, explore the new lands a bit. Just the two of us… kind of like a honeymoon, maybe? You know since we never had one.”

Honeymoons were a human tradition, and when Enyu had first heard about it she jumped at the chance of her and Neteyam having one. Only they never seemed to have gotten around to it. 

Her husband had been Second in Command for the past five months but he was still adjusting to the role and all the new responsibilities that came with it- it was no simple task. And only a month ago she too switched jobs. She now worked with the school, teaching the little ones- Tuk’s age and under. So the reality was that it was a bit difficult for them to just escape on a romantic getaway at a moment’s notice. 

Enyu’s hands paused in Neteyam’s hair when she heard his suggestion. “Really?”

Neteyam turned to face her- his first half done braid slipping from her fingertips. Her eyes roamed over his freshly washed hair which framed his face. She loved when it was loose and flowing. 

He shrugged, “I mean, it’s just a thought. The school is going to be on break until after anyway, so it won’t really affect you and-”

“Yes.” 

His lips quirked. “Yes? Just like that?”

“Yes. I want to go,” she replied with an excited beam. However, it faded quickly and turned to worry as her mind whirled. “Oh Eywa! We have so much to do then. We have so much to pack and I have to make sure our new bedding is completed in time. I have laundry to do and-” she gasped, “Oh Great Mother, Tey! How could we forget, we still have to go through the hmmm-”

In true Neteyam fashion, her husband cut her off with a kiss. “Breathe, Flower,” he said, when he pulled back. 

She frowned. “But you don’t under-”

Kiss. 

“Tey!”

Kiss.

“Wait-”

“Enyu… baby. Don’t make me shut you up like I used to before,” he teased in a warning tone, raising his eyebrows. 

That sure did it. She giggled girlishly when she remembered all those times in their friendship, how he’d shut her up by tickling her until she had tears streaming down her face, gasping for air. Now, whenever she’d go on one of her tangents he’d just kiss the heck out of her. She liked that better.

He circled her ankles in his large palms and tugged her close, resting her spread thighs over his folded ones, large hands smoothing over her soft skin. “Hi wife.”

She smiled. “Hi, husband.”

“Shit. I love hearing you say that, I don’t care if Kiri says it’s corny…Are you all calm now?”

She shrugged and reached up to tether her fingers in his loose hair, marvelling at its softness. “Mmm, not really. This hair is doing all sorts of things to me.”

His bark of laughter was like music to her ears and when he scooped her up, callused fingers kneading into the flesh of her butt cheeks as he rested her high on his abs, he said, “You’re making me blush here, Flower.” 

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” 

His eyes glinted dangerously and she bit the inside of her cheek to ground herself, when it caused her to shiver. Those were her magic words, lately whenever she said them, he took it personally and made it his duty to really, “show her what he was going to go about it”.

“Nothing yet.” He placed her back down- much to her disappointment, then turned his back to her once again and shook out his hair. “I’ll deal with you later tonight when we get back from the Eywa prayer.”

She scowled but moved anyway to continue sectioning his hair. “You know we have time right? How about after I’m done with your hair?” She asked, hopefully. 

“Mmm, I don’t think so.”

“You’re being mean today. I don’t like it.”

“Because I’m not giving you sex?” 

“Yes.”

He laughed. “Aw baby, I’m sorry…but I’m just giving you a little taste of your own medicine. You know I always give in to your demands…but just this once you get to feel how I do when you’re always inviting my sisters over or ditching me to hang out with my mother and grandmother.”

“Well I don’t like it.” 

Her mate laughed again. “Well now you know how I feel.”

~

There’s just something about brand new, freshly washed, furs and leathers that always made Enyu happy. She loved the process of putting it all together, meticulously arranging the soft blankets and cushions then getting to lay in it after. 

Which was what she was currently doing, humming cheerfully and shaking and wiggling in an odd but cute dance. Her mate shot her an amused look from his position in the middle of the tent where he was carving a beautifully intricate design onto their new family table. He loved seeing her like this. Carefree. Happy.  

When she finished making the bed to her liking, she stood and looked around with a huge grin. Their new home was slowly but surely coming along quite nicely. It was much bigger than the one they had at high camp, and they had a lot more furniture too. Thankfully the move wasn’t as daunting as she’d thought and curtesy Norm, the rest of their belongings would be shipped soon.   

Last week, when Neteyam had set up her cute little kitchenette she squealed and then proceeded to generously thank him for it. He and his woodwork friend had spent what little of their free time over the past few months, diligently working on making sure it was perfect. And it was. Perfect. They had quite a few things left to complete. Neteyam had on the top of his list to put in a request from the weavers, to loom them some privacy drapes. His family would be arriving to the new camp in two weeks time and he wanted to be prepared. 

Enyu was loving their new location- not that she saw much of it in the past few weeks they had been there. They had thoroughly enjoyed their honeymoon. It was magical and she blushed whenever she remembered what they had done the entire time. So much for exploring the lands. 

The tent was filled with a comfortable silence. Neteyam- still carving his design and she- nestled in their bed as she mended a tear in one of his loincloths. 

“Teyam, do you have any single males in your unit? Handsome ones preferably.” 

His chiselling stopped and his head flashed so fast in her direction that an audible crack of his neck was heard. 

He frowned deeply. “Come again, baby?”  

She looked up and huffed a laugh at his expression. “Not for me silly. I’m still on my mission to help F’valii find a mate, remember? Wingwomaning.”

“Oh, right,” he said, relaxing before returning to his task. “Um yeah I guess. There’s three unmated guys, A’oak, Tqeres and Bwo. No wait, not Bwo, he just started a courtship.”

“Hmm, well you know F’valii right? Do any of them seem like they’d be a good match for her?”

He glanced at her with an unsure frown and a single curled lip. “Flower, my guys are warriors, they’ve fought many battles and have nerves of steel but even I know your friend would chew them up and spit them out. F’valii is intimidating as shit.”

“No she’s not- okay fine, maybe a little but she’s got a secret soft side and she just needs someone sweet and patient and I’m running out of options. She is oddly very specific about what she's looking for.”

“What about that Avator guy, umm Steve? He’s a little older than her but he seems sweet as you say. He’s good friends with Spider.”

“Steve. Hmm. I don’t know him. I'll ask Spider to introduce me.” 

She got up to put away her sewing, stopping on the way to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you ‘Tey.”

~

They were fighting. Enyu hated it and Neteyam hated it. But if there was anything marriage had taught them it was that it was better to get it out than keep it bottled up. 

“I already said no, you’re not going without me.” 

“You’re being ridiculous Neteyam! I’m going. I’ve always wanted to go and now I am. And plus I’ll be fine, it’s not like I’m going by myself, it's a big group.”

“I don’t give a crap about that because you’re not going. Like I said, it’s not safe.” 

Fury blazed behind her eyes. “I’m not even going to be gone for long! Even Spider will be there. I’ll just stick with him if it will make you feel better.” 

“Spider is going to be preoccupied with protecting his own mate. I know my sister, she’s a handful.”

“Fine, then I’ll stick with another warrior, like I said, it’s a big group.”

“Great Mother…woman, why do you insist on being so stubborn?”

“Net-”

“For shit’s sake, En’yuna, would you listen to me?! I’m only looking out for you here!”

“I don’t need you to, Neteyam! You can’t always protect me from everything! I hate that you feel like you have too!” 

“Feel like I have too? Feel like I have too ? Baby, you are my wife! You are mine! Mine! I protect what’s mine. So if I want to protect you, I damn well will- you better get that through your pretty little head right now. And for the last goddamn time, you are not going!” 

She folded her arms and looked away, hot tears staining her face, brows furrowed and lips pressed together. She thought that he was being unreasonable and was three seconds away from walking out the tent. They were getting nowhere. 

Neteyam rubbed the heels of his palms into eyes and blew out a frustrated breath, trying to calm himself. He hated that she was crying, even more he hated knowing that he was the cause of her sadness. They’d been fighting for almost an hour now- since he’d gotten home to be exact, going in the same circle. Over and over. They needed to stop.

Hugging her from behind, he pressed his lips against her temple and spoke in a firm but softer tone. “Flower, please hear what I’m trying to say. I’ve been on that terrain before. It is dangerous and littered with predators. Not only that but there are land mines left behind by the RDA that we still haven’t found. I get that your friends are going to the waterfall and you want to go too…but I do not and will not trust them with your protection.”

She sniffled and remained stiff in his arms but he took it as a good sign since she didn’t try to break free from his hold. 

“I promise you, I will take you myself the moment I get the chance too, and they are more than free to come along if they so choose. But you are not going, not without me. I’m sorry baby, but I won’t allow it. Please don’t try and fight me on this anymore.” 

“Fine,” she said relenting, wiping her tears away. “I’m still mad at you right now though. So I’m going to go for a walk.”

“Baby-”

“I’ll see you in an hour,” she said, cutting him off, breaking free of his hold and walking off without a glance. 

Neteyam hated watching her walk away but he knew he would only make things worse by stopping her.

Some of her ex-roommates, their friends and a few other Na’vis had planned a grand trip to visit the Great Indomi Waterfall. Enyu had always wanted to go and had happily told him the news as soon as he came home. Only he had all but told her a big fat NO, thus ensuing their argument. 

With a frustrated groan, he threw himself onto their sheets and closed his eyes. A headache was brewing. 

They didn’t fight very often, so this was rare for him. Thinking over their argument, he knew he could have handled it better. He should have. Blinded by his need to protect her, he was too harsh. He felt a pang in his chest, instant regret bloomed. Guilt. Neteyam also felt as if something was missing. He missed her already. 

And so he laid there, mentally counting down the hour. If she wasn’t back when time was up he was going after her. 

Around the forty minute mark, he got up and removed his warrior garb. He straightened their bed as best he could to how she usually liked it then peaked at the meal she had prepared for them. 

Shit . He’d gone and ruined their special night. It was supposed to be date night. 

“Hey.” His heart leapt. She was back. 

“Flower…I am so sor-” 

“Wait.” When she came closer, his heart broke a little more. She wasn’t crying but eyes were red rimmed and puffy.

“Can you just hug me please?” 

He rushed forward immediately to wrap her up and she melted into his embrace, hiding her face in his chest, centring herself with his scent. Like they had done many times over the years, they swayed back and forth basking in each other’s comfort.

They were going to be okay. After all, they had each other for the rest of their lives. 

~

I honestly had so much fun writing these moments.

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[aconflagrationofmyown]

Hi Marina! Today is my birthday and you just gave me an amazing gift! Your post about how long Elvis lives in your stories popped up and this gem about Gigi and Daddy jumped out at me:

“There’s a sensitive young man named Austin who comes knocking on Graceland’s door to see the home of the man he is about to portray and ask his younger widow about him. Is it possible for two people to love a man together who’s been gone for little while now? They don’t know, but they manage it all the same, and somehow, it’s a little less lonely together…”

I am so disgustingly obsessed with this?! I can imagine that after all those years Gigi still loves her Daddy so much. She still talks about him like he’s there and she lives her life knowing that he’s watching over her and their babies. It provides enough peace but when Austin shows up, it’s almost like a breath of fresh air. He’s so dedicated to learning about Elvis and preserving his legacy in the best way possible, and Gigi is so willing to help him do that in any way she can. She loved that man so much and to know that someone loves him too is almost too much for her to bare. They bond so closely over Elvis, and Austin grows so close to her and sees something in her. It not sexual at all but it’s a different type of love that is so profound.

(I am so sorry that I got carried away, but I love this so much!)

OH MY GOSH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART! 🎂💋🌸

All that love has to go somewhere, ya know? And I’m just picturing her and Austin and Lisa able to gush about him together uninhibited because there’s so much trust and love and mutual understanding between them that nothings off the cards and all nuances are understood, no caveats needed, just loving the exceptional man that Elvis was! 🤧

…would you hate me if there was an eventual relationship between Austin and Gigi? Would you? I don’t see Gigi having single socially acceptable relationship in her life yet each one is from the heart in the purest sense and utterly devoted. Gigi is attracted to love and to quote Van Morrison:

“Love loves to love love”

Happy birthday again and thank you for being such a sweet friend to me, so glad Elvis brought you into my life! Xoxo

[strawberrystepmom]

i am so disgustingly obsessed with dr stone it's such a good show and it's so heartwarming when ur feeling down about like oh i dont have a place or like man this world is garbage like no it isn't we have each other and that's a lot

[bluefrogbubbles]

I love this man. So much. I want his obsession with Hiccup, to be an obsession with me. I want him to fuck my brains out. You know those stories, or fan arts with such unrealistic sex positions and dick lengths and all that? Yea. I want that from Viggo Grimborn. I am absolutely disgustingly in love with this man.

[pierregazly]

a diamond's gotta shine ꨄ lance stroll smau

lance stroll x fem!reader

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i know lance is daddy's money through and through (and i love a nepo baby sorry), but he is so 'my love language is gift giving so i'm going to spoil my girlfriend with everything i can' boyfriend material so here's that basically

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lance_stroll it is not a truck and PLEASE stop eating in the aston martin

lance_stroll at least stop eating in it without me

chloestroll wouldn't want a matcha date with anyone else 💗

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username imagine just casually eating fruit in a literal aston martin??? i dont even eat fruit in my car in fear of everything getting sticky 😭

username i want her life so bad

lance_stroll

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lance_stroll spent the last 2 years with her shoes in my hands after nights out, hoping for a hundred more

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yourusername i am SO obsessed with you

yourusername even after 2 years, gonna be obsessed with u forever lance_stroll wouldn't have it any other way

username the toaster and i have a hot date with the bathtub tonight

username the things i would do to have lance stroll hold my shoes in his million dollar hands after a night out :(

username i want someone to love me even half as much as lance loves y/n ugh

chloestroll i taught you well

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yourusername all i asked for was a picture, and he decided to give me 2 years of his life and his heart. i'll love you til my lungs give out.

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username all she asked for was a PICTURE 😭 and he gave her his heart 😭 and she'll love him til her lungs give out 😭

username im literally throwing up, sobbing, screaming, dying at this caption

lance_stroll my heart has been yours since the day you blew my breath away

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username i usually hate lovey-dovey couples but these two... girl they got me wanting to be adopted frfr

username im calling it... girlypop's gonna have a ring by year 3 for sure

lance_stroll

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lance_stroll yeehaw

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username this is such a look... are we sure this man isn't from alberta

yourusername i will save all the horses if it means i get to ride this cowboy

username y/n.... estebanocon there are children on this app

username i was literally waiting for that y/n comment... these two are disgustingly unhinged

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lance_stroll why didn't you post the pic of both of us in the bath :(

yourusername i wasn't trying to traumatize your family my love lance_stroll u posted that you're going to 'ride this cowboy' but a pic of me in the bath is too much?

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yourusername do you think i get to meet emily in paris or am i stuck with lance

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lance_stroll i just bought you that croissant and coffee and this is what i get as thanks????

yourusername i am so obsessed w u im sorry my favourite cowboy 🥺

username this is so wholesome lance is so boyfriend coded im crying

username y/n is literally living her best life ever i want to be her so bad

scottyjames31 i just know all of these photos were taken at least 75 times

yourusername mind ur own business scotty

lance_stroll and yourusername

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lance_stroll watching you walk down the aisle will make me the luckiest man alive

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estebanocon did you pay her to say yes?? congratulations you two 🥂

chloestroll even though i helped plan this entire thing i STILL cried on the phone. so happy for you both!!

username this man bought her like 5k worth of goodies and then put a RING that's probably worth my yearly salary on her finger??? god has chosen his favourite

yourusername im so lucky to be the one you've chosen to spend the rest of your life with. je t'aime 💗

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i didnt tag anyone that specifically requested in the replies to be tagged for 'to live for the hope of it all' and all its parts (mostly bc idk how taglists work and i dont wanna bother yall), so if you'd like to be on my taglist for everything please send me a quick ask/dm (or u can just reply and say you'd like to be tagged for everything)! thank you for all the love

[goldandgreenflakes]

Short Aizawa x fem! Reader because I'm rewatching and I'm becoming disgustingly obsessed with this man

"One second," the man said when he heard a knock at his office door.

The woman on the other side paused. "Making me wait at a time like this?" She teased.

Aizawa sighed, placing down his pen and standing. He walked over to the door and opened it. "A time like this? What is a time like this?"

I smiled slightly, checking my watch. "A time like seven thirteen at night, when you said you'd be home by six."

He frowned, glancing at the clock. "Shit, darling, I'm sorry. I got caught up-"

"Don't worry about it. I'm here now and even though we missed our reservation, we can pick up something quick to eat on the way home. How does that sound?"

The man reached out and tugged me into a hug by my shirt sleeve. "I am sorry though. I lost track of time." He let out another sigh.

I placed my hands on the sides of his face. "It's okay, I understand you're tired. Why don't we go home and get some rest?"

Aizawa nodded, and the two of us walked out of the school, hand in hand.

[ieroween1031]

My Thoughts in Real Time as I Watched Episode 9 of Love in the Air That Absolutely Nobody Asked For (Spoiler Alert!):

- I can’t even skip the intro, I love them so much

- HE JUST PUT THE FUCKING BROWN JACKET ON, THE ONE FROM THE PREVIEWS! ARE WE GONNA GET THAT NC SCENE IN THIS EPISODE? I CAN’T BREATHE.

- Side note: I saw someone say that the teaser with the clips from that NC scene was filmed before the show was finished, and that that was their original one-night stand but they reshot it, and honestly? I’m gonna be so disappointed if that doesn’t resurface somewhere in the show because just from the 7 seconds they showed in the trailer, I can without a doubt tell you that it was a better, hotter NC scene than the one we got. The one we got was good, but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; Prapai sucking on Sky’s fingers while he’s being ridden like a prized stallion just does things to me and if they don’t give us that whole scene, I may actually die.

- Are Prapai’s siblings twins? Do we have another set of twins in a MAME show?

- That flashback almost made me cry. Nothing happened, but I knew what it meant and I literally gasped.

- Are those actual shorts, or is Sky just walking around in his boxers? Because that’s a power move if I’ve ever seen one.

- Sky, my sweet baby, you’re beautiful. Don’t belittle yourself and don’t think that you’re not just because of what your prick of an ex said and did to you. Do me a favor and just please let Prapai love and adore and spoil you for the rest of your life and wax poetic about how breathtakingly beautiful you are inside and out until you believe that you are a god that walks among men, because you are.

- I mean, we know it’s gonna happen eventually, but I want it to happen now!

- OH MY GOD YES I KNEW IT I TOLD YOU IT WAS CANON THAT SKY HAD HIS NIPPLES PIERCED THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

- Oh, wait. If he had them pierced and then took them out, I hope it wasn’t something his ex did to him or forced him to do. I’m getting whiplash from these back and forth emotions.

- I don’t know why, but I’m obsessed with that backwards “Some kine of wonderful” shirt, although I don’t understand if the misspelling is intentional or not

- They did it a-fucking-gain. These flashbacks are killing me. My poor baby.

- Come on, text him back. No, that’s the opposite of what I want you to do!

- My whole stomach dropped seeing Sky holding that x-acto knife. I can’t tell you how fucking happy I am that that did not go in the direction I was expecting it to.

- Prapai and these half-unbuttoned shirts are gonna kill me. Put that on my mortuary report: Cause of death: delicious man tiddies

- Okay, I think I read somewhere that in the book, Sky faints from exhaustion and Rain calls Prapai for help, and I think that’s where this is going.

- Called it.

- Sky, stop, I’m gonna cry!

- I will never get tired of someone rushing to the side of their love interest who’s sick/injured/in grave danger. Give me all of this trope!

- P’Joy is annoying and nosy but utterly delightful.

- “He’s so hot, and I’ve got a soft spot for hot guys.” You and me both, sister.

- I wonder if the character description at the casting was like “We need two disgustingly hot guys that literally everyone is gonna fawn over, and two others”. Cuz like, it must be a blow to the ego to work on a set where two of your castmates are constantly being ogled in the script, and nobody ever talks about the fact that you’re also smoking hot.

- Oh my god, they’re so cute all cuddly. My heart can’t take this.

- Prapai’s wearing Sky’s clothes. I can’t, I fucking can’t. Jesus can just come take me now.

- Fort’s thighs. This is not a drill. I repeat, Fort’s thighs. Fort really said “Sky’s out, thighs out.”

- Yes, we love a moral compass. Good to know that MAME finally realized that a sleeping person can’t consent and that kissing someone while they’re sleeping is assault.

- Love Sky Easter eggs. 😂

- He’s practicing saying Sky’s name in the mirror, it’s so fluffy, I’m gonna die!

- No NC scene, but it’s so gotdamn adorable that I don’t even care.

- I’m so fucking gone for them. These two beautiful assholes have got me in an LGBT chokehold and I don’t ever want to be let out.

- Half of me is super happy that I found this show when I did so I can enjoy everything in the moment and fanboy with everyone else, the other part is fucking pissed that I have to wait for new episodes and I can’t just binge everything all at once.

[wejustvibing]

Exactly, I am not even fazed by Lewis slander anymore, that's what I expect from F1 pundits but Nico's comments are so disgustingly personal. Just criticize his driving and career like everyone else instead of commenting on his body language, his character, his private matters (like why the hell is he commenting on Angela???)? This sort of psychosexual obsession is not normal. Lewis was so emotionally damaged that he can't even maintain the veneer of civility, mind you he's perfectly capable of doing so even with Alonso and Max, so I am not sure how it's amusing or insightful in any way to laugh along his harassment. I really hate how people still romanticize his toxic behaviour.

he's a sick man refusing to live in reality doing the most not even realizing his twerking for cameras with these "inside" takes only make him look ridiculous. LH has checked out years ago it's only you buddy

[foesofthefemme]

Patriarchy and the "Kill All Men" Feminist-Mentality.

It is quite obvious that patriarchy has imposed an excruciating number of disadvantages on women. Feminist scholars and activists have dedicated decades of research, literature, and activism to illustrate the ways in which this occurs. Traditional gender roles place women in small boxes that require them to be submissive, petite, passive, and insatiably obsessed with male validation. This is only the tip of the patriarchy-induced-downfalls iceberg. 

As previously mentioned, patriarchy is a well-covered subject, there is certainly no shortage of literature and commentary on the construct. However, people often want to oversimplify patriarchy so intensely that some of its most important aspects are lost or forgotten. I don’t blame them, it’s a disgustingly complex topic to cover. This is especially true when the blame game enters the conversation. Who do we blame for patriarchy and why? The given answer is almost always men, of course. Furthermore, I think that giving this answer is a way of taking the easy way out. To oversimplify patriarchy and play the blame game is to deny its overarching impact on both women and men, exacerbating the vicious cycle. 

Author and feminist theorist, Bell Hooks, addresses this aspect of patriarchy in several of her works. It was when I first read “Understanding Patriarchy” that I realized the “kill all men” feminist-mentality that many have adopted is outright backwards. Patriarchy negatively affects women in ways that seem obvious to us because of how well it has been deconstructed, analyzed, and disseminated by talented authors like Bell Hooks. This is not a bad thing by any means. However, the ways in which patriarchy negatively affects men don’t jump out at us at first since this aspect of feminism is largely overlooked, unexamined, and not discussed often enough. 

The rise and spread of the “kill all men” feminist-mentality has set us back several years, I fear. This mentality is based on the notion that past and present-day men are the enemy and the root of all feminist problems. I am not denying that patriarchy was and still is a structure set up by men. However, the fact that men, especially young men, also fall victim to the patriarchy and have no means to escape is almost never considered. Most men go their entire adult lives not considering this either. Hooks provides a thorough analysis of this, “Patriarchy demands of men that they become and remain emotional cripples. Since it is a system that denies men full access to their freedom of will, it is difficult for any man of any class to rebel against patriarchy, to be disloyal to the patriarchal parent, be that parent female or male,” (Hooks, 2004, p. 5). 

Both women and men are socialized into adhering to strict gender roles. This often begins with the “patriarchal parent,” as Bell Hooks calls it. Associate professor Michele Ramsey says, “Children learn their communication patterns and gender roles from a variety of people and institutions, but their parents are the ones that they, in theory, interact with the most” (Hartley, 2017). Why do you think Chad from gym class is the epitome of toxic masculinity? He was most likely raised to be that way by parents who imposed strict gender roles onto him, creating a horribly misconstrued and toxic perception of what it means to be a man. Having sympathy for men like Chad is inherently difficult, but once it is realized that their actions reflect their upbringing and the mold they were taught to fit in, it becomes much easier. 

Fathers teach their sons to suppress emotions, provide for the women in their lives, be aggressive and violent, and look “masculine,” as society defines it. The men who don’t conform are labeled “pussies” or “pansies,” and are socially ostracized. Men’s mental health is often overlooked, and the suicide rates among young men reflect this. Men are placed into small boxes, just as women are. To solely blame men for the patriarchy and all its implications is to ignore some of the most imperative values of feminism. It is my opinion that we cannot dismantle patriarchy until society understands how it is present in all walks of life, especially men’s lives. It is not until we acknowledge that patriarchy has historically affected both men and women negatively that we can deconstruct it. 

"To truly address male pain and male crisis we must as a nation be willing to expose the harsh reality that patriarchy has damaged men in the past and continues to damage them in the present. If patriarchy were truly rewarding to men, the violence and addiction in family life that is so all-pervasive would not exist." - Bell Hooks

References

Women Aren't Nags- We're Just Fed Up. (Hartley, 2017).

Understanding Patriarchy. (Hooks, 2004).

[maxemilianverstappen]

no pls the "angry little man incapable of love or emotion who needs a sunshine to show him how to love" portrayal always just gives me the ick. and idk where it comes from either? i don't even really get into maxiel as far as fic reading anymore because quite a few of their writers do that and it's just? max smiles and laughs when daniel is joking around with him too, even returns the energy/keeps the joke going somtimes, u people act like he's a brooding petulant child who snaps over everything. even lando. their past streams - that interview after their podium this year - max is ALWAYS cracking jokes with and being just as sarcastic as lando is when they're together!! we don't really have a ton of lestappen recent, non-racing moments to go off of, but even throughout this season, max seemed genuinely disappointed that ferrari didn't give charles the strategy/support to fight him for the championship? i don't really ship them (nor do i know anyone who does), but i'm always drawn to yuki and max in those combined rbr/at PR/challenge things because he's also pretty smiley and jokey with yuki as well? idk i could go on with other examples as well but max! verstappen! cares! about! people! and! has! emotions! a lot of media may villainize him and portray him as a dick, but if you actually look at his interactions with other drivers, it's pretty apparent that's not reality lmao.

All this.

The fucking media did an absolutely excellent job of making him look like a merciless and loveless robot. Anyone who actually doesn't follow his interviews or watches the team content or focuses on the way how his close circle of friends and people talk about him are simply swallowing up this disgustingly fake and damaging persona like some starved man.

People say they hate toxic stuff, but 90% of the fandom is obsessed with this toxic media presentation and further using it to either to push their own agenda/angle or just use it in their fan creations because it is both very easy and also creates the desired dramatic effect to become popular on social media (for whatever it is worth).

I seriously can't take anyone painting him like this as a fan no matter how many fics they might have written with him in it as the protag (since we are talking about fanfiction) because they themselves are just being tools to further cement this deliberate villanization/dehumanization of him. They are also the reason why this characterization has become so popular. People see it garners reaction, so they produce more of it. It is also a very easy trope to build conflict upon, so...

I am also a fan of stories where the character finds their happiness again/gets out of depression (or learns to battle it better)/turns into a better self of themselves not only because he finds this sunshine person that miraculously cures them out of whatever the fuck they had, but because they grow as a character, (re)discovers themselves, and genuinely starts to stand on their own feet, not using the sunshine person as their emotional clutch as so many fics love to do.

Dunno why we are romanticising and elevating dependency that takes its roots from brokenness due to past abuse&oppression and using the other character as the sole reason/bane of this damaged character's existence as the highest form of love where the said character magically knows and understands the damaged person. Always.