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cryptidghostgirl · 7 months

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so sorry for this (very) specific request hope it's not ocish

anyways alastor x wife reader who's a virologist / kinda a mad scientist??(girl just wants to start a apocalypse without anyone to bother her)

Like they got married for mutual benefits (whatever benefits he would gain and her having access to money for her wildest dreams) when they were humans (whether he actually loves her or not is up to you lmao)

They both die (I assume that she would die around when he died from her own negligence caused by her 'freedom' to do her work more often without actually worrying about him finding out) and she avoids him like the plague (not that hard to realize this so called radio demon is your 'husband' when you find his secret stash of 'local cuisine' in the fridge)

Then he goes missing and she finally kinda goes out of makeshift hiding, just chilling doing her evil deeds before finding about the Hazbin Hotel from some gossip

Deciding that, while redemption is most likely not gonna happen mostly for the fact she does not care, she joins Charlie's little program. For her own little project (just wants to have a angel test subject, gotta see if they can be a good carrier for her little virus)

The reader doesn't know that Alastor's back (you think she's gonna use vox tech? Or listen to the radio? Girl uses a non vox tech phone and maybe a computer and does her work) so she goes and knocks on the door to the hotel

Thinking that this shit is gonna be easy, after all her husband is gone so she won't be bothered by him. She can focus on her beautiful creations and maybe destory hell and heaven with a apocalypse for some laughs. While also getting access to heaven through Charlie somehow (maybe even Lucifer, girl doesn't know nor care)

Anyways you can just IMAGINE her surprise that right after Charlie greets her (Vaggie ofc suspicious af cause she knows damn well no sinner wants to be redeemed for the most part) then here comes the strawberry pimp coming to say hello

Would he recognize his lovely wife? Maybe

Ofc reader had a plan, and by plan I mean she just says they were married and now acts like their divorced (death do us part and we fuckin dead)

(Just for example, do what you want <3)

Anyways I'm sorry again (can you tell that I've been watching a lot of mlp infection aus :') )

A/N bestie,, i love an overly detailed request. no apologies. i hope i did it justice <3 <3 I have literally been obsessing over the whole 'we're dead. we've been parted.' reader idea. It's so fun. Also I am very sorry it took me so long to get to this. Also, I am not a woman nor am I in STEM (I'm an enby in history) so apologies if science stuff in this is bad. I'm basing the character off of Entrapta (my love) from Nate Stevenson's She-Ra remake.

Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Gore. Murder. Bodies. Animal cruelty (not detailed at all just like test subjects and burning ants as a kid). Viruses/plague talk. Just capital d Death all around in this one folks. Suicide and starvation briefly mentioned.

Word Count: 2,584

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Y/n hadn't been sad when Alastor died. It didn't really even register on her radar that he was gone until the police showed up at her door. Their marriage was more of an agreement than anything else, a division of labor. Y/n was a talented virologist who came from a rather wealthy family. He got access to her money, using it to start his own radio studio, and Y/n? Well Y/n got a clean up crew.

She had always been fascinated by death. It was a morbid curiosity that had followed her since childhood. The typical 'burning ants with a magnifying glass to mass murderer' pipeline only, murder was not exactly her objective. Since learning of the Black Death in school, she had been fascinated by biological warfare and weaponry. The stories of soldiers throwing infected bodies over the walls of city's to break down their defenses? It was magnificent, masterful, absolutely awe inspiring. Living through the Spanish Flu epidemic in 1918, watching how it tore through her city of New Orleans, only furthered her determination.

As soon as she had had the knowledge base to do so, she began working on bio-weapons on her own. She wanted to create a disease, to devastate the world. She wanted to watch the things around her crumble into ruin and know it was by her hand.

She'd found out about Alastor's hobby by accident. They were friends, of a sort, in that Y/n would show up randomly where ever he was and quiz him about radio waves. He worked at a radio station and she knew that. She had followed him, tracked him down. There was no reasoning behind it save he was the first person she'd really found out about that was involved in the business in New Orleans. She would pick his mind about getting the word out about things, marketing, advertising. She was prepping for the main event, for the day she finally created her magnum opus.

One day, when she had shown up unannounced at his door and broken in when he didn't respond to her knocking, Y/n had discovered him dismembering one of his victims. Alastor had stared at her, wide eyed in shock, fear and adrenaline mixing into an intoxicating combination in his veins. Y/n had just smiled.

She had been wondering about human experimentation for a while now. Animals were easy to cover up, easy to bury in the back yard but people? It had always been too risky, up until now anyways.

So it went like this: Y/n funded Alastor's dreams and he hid the side effects of hers. When he died, Y/n didn't really feel anything too strongly about it at all. Yes, it made life harder in that if she wanted to keep using human guinea pigs she'd have to figure out a way to dispose of them on her own but it also made it easier. Alastor had always been so obsessed with image, dragging her to office parties and forcing her to sit down to meals with him. Now that he was gone, she could work on her projects in peace once again. The body thing was something she would figure out along the way. She was smart and she wasn't going to let something like that stop her, not when she was this close to cracking it.

As it turns out, Alastor had been more of a help than Y/n believed. So used to his nattering and persistence, she had stopped eating. It wasn't long before she joined her husband in death. The papers of course had a field day with it. Heiress and Virologist Y/n L/n Withers Away Due to Heartbreak. Y/n L/n Starved Herself to Death and Joins her Murderer of a Husband. Virologist Commits Suicide After Revelation of Dead Husband's Criminal Deeds.

When Y/n had woken up in Hell, her whole world had been turned upside down. If there was life after death, what was the point of killing everyone on earth? She was back at square one.

Rumors were already buzzing through the streets of Hell about some new overlord, some Radio Demon, who had a strikingly similar MO to her husband. Not wanting any distractions this time around, Y/n secluded herself in the outskirts of the pride ring to reformulate her plans.

For decades she worked, trying to create a poison to wipe out the dual planes of the underworld. Work was easier here. No one questioned why she bought the things she bought, no one got upset when people went missing. Hell, no one even blinked twice if they saw her burying a body. It was a veritable paradise for Y/n.

Eventually, news reached her of the Radio Demon's disappearance. Y/n had never been the biggest fan of technology that wasn't involved in her work. In the world of the living, she had barley read the papers. All the machines in her laboratory were ones she had built herself through trial and error. But still, somehow, the news reached her and she felt elated. The last thing weighing her down, the last road block had officially been lifted.

Within seven years, she had perfected the disease. Having run tests on lower rings of Hell, she prided herself on her ability to make it so infections, so deadly. The survival was on par with that of unvaccinated human's infected by rabies. But her plan wasn't complete, no. Taking out everyone in Hell wasn't good enough, she had to figure out how to get it into Heaven as well.

That was when the perfect opportunity fell in her lap. Y/n nearly cried when she caught sight of the interview through the window of a shop selling Vox branded TVs. Charlie Morningstar, Lucifer's little brat, was creating a hotel for sinners, where they could be rehabilitated and sent to Heaven. It was perfect, almost too perfect. Y/n didn't question it, her own excitement blinding her. She barley even took the time to come up with a plan that consisted of more than get into the hotel and get her hands on an angel. She figured that was something that could be dealt with later on.

After a few days of research and snooping, she finally made her move. Having packed her bags and woven her way through the streets of Pentagram City, she found herself before the brightly lit marquee of the Hazbin Hotel. Placing her bag on the ground beside her, the test tubes and various paraphernalia inside clinked gently against one another. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door.

It was Charlie herself who answered, with wide eyes and an earnest smile. A smaller moth demon beside her crossed her arms, eyeing Y/n with doubt. It barley registered with the excitable demon, she was used to the strange looks. The new form Hell had granted her with when she died was odd, after all. She was still the same height, still held a roughly human shape, but her hair had become its own beast. It moved like secondary limbs, falling nearly to the floor from the pigtails she had tied it up into. It shot up into the air around her in joy at the sight of yet another open door in her path, this one literal rather than figurative.

"Hello!" Charlie exclaimed, "Are you here to check in?"

"Yes, check in." Y/n nodded, using her hair to pick her bag back up.

She took a step forward, trying to enter the hotel, but found her path blocked by the smaller grey demon. Her arms were uncrossed now, one of them pointing a spear right at Y/n's neck. Y/n didn't flinch, she simply looked down at it in curiosity, reaching a finger up to touch the end.

"Ow." she said flatly as the spear's tip pressed into the pad of her finger.

Raising it to her eyes, she rubbed the droplet of blood that had pooled on her pointer finger with her thumb before turning back to the spear.

"Is this..." Y/n leaned forward, grabbing the spear's shaft.

"Hey!" Vaggie yelled threateningly as Y/n crouched down, examining the weapon carefully.

"Oh my stars, this is an angelic blade, isn't it?" she exclaimed, her eyes still fixed on the spear.

"Uh..."

Vaggie was more confused now than anything and she took the slightest step away from the excited demon. Y/n followed her and soon, they were in the entry way to the hotel. Charlie watched the scene play out with mild amusement, finding her girlfriends bewildered state rather charming. She let the door fall shut.

"It is, isn't it?" Y/n asked again, "But how did you get it? Did you make it? What do you do with it? Is it more effective than normal weapons? Why a spear? I-"

"What's this, we have a new guest?" a crackling voice cut Y/n off.

"Uh, yes!" Charlie stepped in, turning to face the newcomer.

Y/n, still preoccupied with the spear, was now engaged in trying to get Vaggie to let her hold it.

"I think..." Charlie doubtfully added, her brow furrowing at the site.

"Well well well, a little devil." Alastor hummed, turning to watch the show as well, "Honestly, reminds me of someone I knew back when I was alive and kicking. Ah well, what's her name?"

"I don't... actually know that yet." Charlie admitted, fiddling with her hands a bit as she spoke, "But she seems really enthusiastic about being here!"

"It seems she more interested in that spear of Vaggie's than the idea of redemption." Alastor noted in response.

"Are either of you going to help me or are you just gonna sit and watch?" Vaggie exclaimed, trying her best to pry the spear out of Y/n's grip.

Alastor sighed and with a twirl of his microphone, a shadow arose, pulling Y/n off Vaggie. There was a split second where the smile on the girl's face fell. It quickly returned as she caught sight of what exactly had interrupted her escapades. Placing her bag on the floor with her hair, she wormed around in the shadow's arms, turning to face it. Tentatively, she poked it.

"Would you stop that?" Alastor asked, his voice thick with irritation.

Y/n poked the shadow again.

"What is this? How are you doing this?"

When no response came from the demon in question, she at last turned to face him.

"Oh."

She stilled in her movements and Alastor allowed the shadow to disappear.

"No reason to be scared." Charlie quickly stepped in, "I know Alastor here has a bit of a... reputation, but he is actually helping us at the hotel. He's really a great once you get to know him."

Alastor's smile widened as he bowed his head slightly in recognition of the praise.

"If you're going to be staying her-"

"You can't seriously be thinking of letting her stay here, Charlie." Vaggie cut in, "She's been here what, five minutes? And all thats come of it is chaos."

"Vaggie, come on, don't be like that." Charlie turned to her girlfriend, "Everyone deserves a second chance, that's the whole reason we built this place."

"But does she even want to be redeemed? I mean, what if she's... I don't know, trying to take us down from the inside out? What if she's a journalist or some shit trying to write us bad reviews?"

"You flatter me." Y/n smiled and Vaggie scoffed.

"See?"

"Isn't that all the more reason to let her in? Vaggie, if she is undercover as a journalist or something, we just have to prove to her how amazing what we're doing here is."

"I don't know... I've never seen her before, what if she's another one Vox sent?"

Y/n shook her head, sticking her tongue out slightly in disgust at this notion and Alastor chuckled. There really was something so familiar about this demon and her antics. Even if she was a tad irritating, it was a comfortable familiarity.

"Then we will figure it out, same way we did with Sir. Pentious. Okay?"

"Fine." Vaggie relented at last with a sigh.

Smiling brightly, Charlie turned back to Y/n.

"So, hi. I'm Charlie, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! What's your name?"

Y/n's eyes flicked back and forth between Alastor and Charlie for a moment before settling on Charlie.

"Y/n L/n."

Alastor let out a little laugh of disbelief, a sound he had meant to keep in. He couldn't help it. Of course this little mess of a demon was his favorite crazy wife. Alastor had looked for Y/n on occasion, always keeping an eye on news involving anything scientific but, he had never found a trace. Not that he'd admit it but, in their time together, he had grown rather fond of the girl. Not love, never love, but a sort of familial feel. Everyone turned to face him.

"Are you alright, Alastor?" Charlie asked, walking over to him and placing a hand on his arm which he quickly brushed off.

"Yeah, do you know her or something?" Vaggie added, "Is she dangerous?"

"No..." he paused, his brow slightly furrowed, "She's my wife."

The room fell silent.

"You... you didn't recognize your own wife?" Vaggie asked in disbeleif.

"Ex-wife." Y/n corrected with a little sigh.

This was all becoming so tedious. She hadn't come here to sit and talk with people. While the spear and the shadow had been fun, they had both run their courses and she just wanted to get to work.

"I..." Alastor turned back to Y/n, "Ex-wife?"

Y/n shrugged.

"So you didn't recognize your wife and you didn't know you were divorced?" Vaggie asked, rubbing her temples, "Jesus fuck, man."

"I..." Alastor cleared his throat, "We were married when we were alive. I didn't even know she was dead yet."

"Yeah." Y/n shrugged, "Turns out all your nattering was what was keeping me alive. I forgot to eat, starved to death."

Alastor's eyes softened slightly for a moment at the notion. She had needed his care so badly that she had died with out it. It felt good, in a strange way. Satisfying. They darkened again as he recalled her earlier statement.

"Ex-wife?" he asked again, taking a step towards Y/n.

She looked up at him, her expression blank.

"Yeah?"

"When did we get a divorce!" Alastor exclaimed once he realized she would say nothing else on the matter without his prompting.

"Oh! We didn't." Y/n nodded, smiling slightly, "Now, can I go to my room?"

"No, Y/n. Why are you calling yourself my ex-wife? We are still married."

Y/n looked around at Charlie and Vaggie, seeing if they were going to back up her claim. Sighing, she turned back to Alastor.

"Do I really have to lay it out for you?" she paused and Alastor just stared at her, eyebrows raised, "Jesus. Uh, Al, we died."

"Yes...?"

"Till death do us part? That was the agreement."

"I... Well..." he was at a complete and total loss for how to respond.

She wasn't wrong, he just didn't like her answer very much.

"So... the agreement is done... yeah?"

"I mean," Alastor shook his head slightly, "I guess?"

"Great! Can someone please show me to my room now."

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Next Part -> Till Death Do Us Part pt. 2

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 months

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Can we please maybe get more disowned verse?

"I want to see my fucking kids-"

"And your fuckin' kids don't want to see you," you counter, folding your arms and blocking the door. Your big sister doesn't scare you. Mandy is all bark and no bite. There's no cash in the house and all the good shit is in safe deposit boxes and she knows it.

Also, the kids are at school. If she raised them. Or bothered to call them she'd know that.

She stands there. Yapping about her rights. About you "stealing her babies". And all you do is watch. Across the way you know Reba is peaking through her curtains- she's sent Alan, her husband to 'check on the plants' with the house phone in his hand.

You appreciate it, but honestly you'd rather just kick the living shit out of her. The kids aren't home to see it. And it's only 10am. The cops and the ambulance would be long gone before the bus got here AND you could probably hose the greasy patch off the driveway. That thought is satisfying. A little too satisfying- but you can't stop it, even if you know it would disappoint your mother.

Mama died waiting for her to get her shit together and you're still raw from watching her do it.

"Hey, Beautiful!" Jason said, strolling up the walk, "Looks like I'm just in time for a show."

"Who the fuck-"

"The man who takes care of Y/N's bitch work so she can raise your kids," Jason said, shouldering his way past Mandy and putting himself between the two of you."

"Fuck-"

"Nah," Jason said, towering over her comfortably. "You can fuck off though. Preferably before the cops show up."

Mandy snarled and Jason shrugged, "I'll give you a 30-second head start. It's more than you deserve. Don't think I didn't hear the shit you said to Y/N. Half of town heard it."

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #disowned!verse

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lovl3igh · 19 days

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"they made greens worse in show to push blacks agenda" "they made blacks worse in show to push green agenda" truth is they made daemon and viserys worse and greens are now arouse sympathy and rhaenyra is made more soft and all that destroys mostly female characters and is for more drama and to push whole tg vs tb thing for bigger marketing while saying that's not what we supposed to do (season 1)

and yes, greens are worse in the books, making alicent innocent in the beginning and stating murder of luke as accident was to make them look better. and yes daemon was more "grey" character in the book, while in show almost every scene who was supposed to make him look like good father, husband or just vulnarable guy was cut out or belittled, his relationships make him look like bad guy - killing rhea, admitting to not fully loving laena, abusing nyra - instead of book!daemon who is against everyone but his family (except of green side), there's show!daemon who goes against his family or ignore its' members. and yes there are things when the greens are shown worse than in the books and black better than they were written

but changing ages of characters harms team black only. and since there's many changes of those and that's of many important characters it DOES make team black look worse and makes team green victims

1. alicent instead of being adult woman going against little girl (alicent 18yo and rhaenyra only 9) is now teenager sexually abused by viserys who is even older than her in the show than in f&b. being rhaenyra's peer - and her former friend - also changes the dynamic because now people claim rhaenyra caused break up of their friendship as if she wasn't just suffering 14yo. no, alicent is no more adult woman climbing for power and acting against child, it's a teenager abondoned by her best friend after being force into relationship with much older guy

2. jace, luke and dragon twins aged up - now in book it was 10yo aemond who attacked 3yo joffrey and then fought 4yo luke and 5yo jace*. in the show 11yo (according to s2 timeline) aemond is fighting four kids in the age from 8 to 10. so he doesn't attacks children at least 2x younger than him but is jumped by almost his peers. poor aemond, right?

*before someone say "jace was 6 and luke 5" - jace was born in late 114 AC and luke in late 115, meanwhile laena died at the beggining of 120 AC, which makes them 5 and 4 years old respectively

3. we don't have actual age of twins but looking at actors' ages, jaehaerys and jaehaera were 4, maybe 5 years old, tho in s1 they looked like toddlers. now it's not a big book to show change, 6 to 4yo, but it still look kinda worse to murder boy who barely stopped being a toddler than 6yo

4. daemon fell in love with laena when she was 22 (!!!). she wasn't a teenager. she wasn't also 12yo when offered by her parents to viserys. making her younger in the show made daemon, corlys and rhaenys look worse than in f&b (the only person who looked "better" - there's no good word for that i'm afraid - in that situation was viserys, who decided to marry 15yo and not 12yo. good for you, pedo?)

5. joffrey being 6yo with baby dragon makes rhaenyra look worse and like an oathbreaker. sending baby dragons to the vale instead of dragon who can at very least carry his rider doesn't look cool even though was funny for a second, because she technically didn't break her word, she DID send a dragon, even two, but that was a loophole

6. not exactly the same but - fabien frankel and matt smith' casting. i'm not saying they don't play their characters well or anything. that's not the point. the point is that fabien was born in 1994, matt smith in 1982 and milly alcock in 2000. there's 12 years age difference between fabien and matt but between cole and daemon is supposed to be only a year. now daemon is still called a groomer and cole is not because he is played by a guy only 6 years older than milly. and there are also people who now call him a victim and not rhaenyra

so yeah, i don't really wanna see anymore how much blacks look better in the show than in the book and greens worse... because that's not true. yeah, there are things done that make tb look a bit better but the show started with making the greens victims they weren't at all in the book and a lot of that has to do with ages changing

#anti hotd writers #anti hotd #house of the dragon #hotd #fire and blood #anti team green #anti greens #pro team black #team black criticism #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #alicent hightower #book alicent criticism

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ereawrites · 11 months

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Hey gurl✨ I’m in my wife era rn so maybe some Shisui and/or Tobirama husband/jealous husband hcs?🫣 I loooovee your writing and tbh your thoughts are my thoughts so no pressure😩 If you not feeling it feel free to ignore me babe🧚🏻‍♀️

YOU HAVE FED ME SO GOOD MISS GIRL! under the cut for length

shisui

this isn't too relevant but I have to include it. it's too cute. I definitely see shisui getting married pretty young, like early 20s. if he finds his person he's going for it. probably gets a lot of shit for it from his family, but he doesn't care

loooong honeymoon period. in part because they're still a young couple but also... shisui is just a really devoted husband. he loves the married life. insists on kissing her goodbye every morning, eating together every night, stuff like that

LOVES DECORATING THEIR HOUSE are u kidding me. let's say they get a kinda shitty place right after they get married, and put a tonne of work into doing it up. he gets so into painting, building the furniture, even starts up a little herb garden in their kitchen

finds so many ways to drop his wife into conversation lol. he's down bad even after the honeymoon period ends, so he wants to show her off. his FAV is when she swings by his workplace to bring him his 'forgotten' lunch. he turns around to the rest of the guys like. yeah. that's my WIFE. isn't she hot.

very much a believer in keeping the romance alive. he wants to keep making the effort with her until the day he dies. veryyyy good at remembering anniversaries, scheduling regular date nights, etc. always makes sure she has fresh flowers in the house

obviously it isn't all perfect though. especially while they're young (and presumably both still active, high-ranking shinobi) their schedules keep them apart a lot. and this hits shisui really hard tbh. he hates coming back to an empty home after a long mission, knowing he might not even see his wife before he has to leave again

work is probably where most of their arguments stem from, actually. I don't see it being a regular thing, but it's easy for resentment to build in those kinds of situations. shisui is very torn between his love for his village, and his love for his wife, and the fact he can't prioritise both. thankfully shisui is a good communicator so they make things work.

in terms of jealousy... I don't see it being a common thing. maybe before they get married he tends towards it a bit more, but once she's his wife, why would he worry? she's his entire world and he knows she loves him just as much

the only way I rly see him getting jealous at all is if they're going through a bit of a rough patch for the reasons mentioned above. maybe they haven't seen each other in weeks, and they both get back from a mission on the same day. and there's some kind of event/function that evening that they have to attend

so they barely have a chance to acknowledge each other, before they're pulled apart again by the crowd. so if shisui sees some random guy getting a little too close and flirty with her, he gets more annoyed than he'd like to admit

even then though.. he's not necessarily jealous as much as he is upset. like goddamn just let this poor man have his beloved wife to himself for a night. in this situation he's more likely to behave more rashly than usual, and he might just make some excuses and take her home lol. he gets a little bit pouty until she gives him some attention

overall, though, he's very chill. he trusts her implicitly, and expects the same from her. they need to have a very honest, respectful relationship if he's going to wife her up

god okay and in old age they're so cute together. I bet they have a bunch of kids (probably accidentally tbh lol) so then they end up with a whole squadron of grandchildren. he's that fun grandpa who sneaks them sweets when the parents aren't looking. all the grandbabies want to sleep over at their house. and they LOVE it.

to sum up: very good husband. very relaxed, communicates well, makes her feel loved every day. why did he have to die I want to throw myself off a bridge.

tobirama

first of all. good job to this woman. wrangling tobirama into marriage is not an easy job. he's so fucking ANNOYING. it probably takes him years to confess he even has feelings for her, let alone ask for her hand in marriage

but once he gets there. it's pretty cute. he doesn't really act very differently for the most part - he'd already decided his heart belonged to her well before they married, and wholly committed. so his behaviour doesn't change much, and there isn't much of a honeymoon period. sorry. he's like marriage is just a contractual agreement why would it change anything between us

he does make a few little indulgences though. he gets this smug little look every time he introduces her as his wife. he's actually just a lot more prone to 'showing her off' in general, and more likely to show some physical affection in public. for tobirama that's maybe a peck on the cheek lol. but it's progress

he's definitely a lot.... gentler?idk. with her once they're married as well. he makes an effort to be more patient and less snippy, and shows his appreciation for her in a lot of quiet little ways. for example, he'll be sure to leave work on time no matter how busy it is if he knows she's putting a lot of effort into dinner that night. or if she spends a second too long looking at a new dress in the store, he's buying it for her

on that note. tobirama is such a provider once they're married. he does have that traditional idea of providing for his wife. he'll probably ask her if she wants to become a stay at home wife tbh. if she says yes, he still expects her to get out in the community of course. he'd love if she did volunteering work, maybe at the hospital or with kids or something. but he's also equally happy for her to keep working. power couple vibes very strong

they have a nice, quiet little house away from the village where no one bothers then and they loooove it. especially tobirama, his wife and their home are his sanctuary. everyone else gtfo

other than that, not much is really different from before their marriage. they probably actually lead quite independent lives, to the point where people don't even know they're married until tobirama drops it into conversation a few months later. they're very private and lowkey.

unfortunately for her, tobirama's paranoia also persists. he's a bit delulu sometimes lol and she knows this going in. but it does inevitably cause some issues, especially if she's headstrong (which is definitely the type of woman he ends up with)

he trusts his wife more than anything. he would never doubt her for a second. but other men? the enemy. not to be trusted. they're all dogs. it drives him absolutely batshit crazy to watch them ogling her, or god forbid trying to flirt with her. which is actually kinda common bc they're such a lowkey couple, so people assume she's single

tobirama isn't one to make a scene per se, but this definitely leads to a few awkward situations in public, and she probably ends up embarrassed a few times. and there's 10000% arguments behind closed doors. I don't see either of them being good with this lol. he acts like she's his political enemy he's ridiculous

but because he loves her so much, and he actually really wants to put work into the longevity of their marriage, he'll come around. he's a lot softer and more willing to compromise when it comes to her. but she can't point that out because he's mortified

over time, he chills out a lot more. they're one of those couples that just get stronger and better with time. they grow a lot together, and although they probably continue to disagree a lot throughout their marriage, it's always in a way that leaves their relationship stronger. and he only gets softer for her. people (hashirama) even start to point out how devoted he is and he can't even deny it. cute

overall a kind of difficult husband, because he is an exceptionally difficult man, but my god he loves her so much. he would do anything to make her happy.

#this was so much fun #I HAVE TWO RING FINGERS MY BEAUTIFUL BOYS #naruto #naruto x reader #shisui #shisui uchiha #shisui x reader #shisui uchiha x reader #tobirama #tobirama senju #tobirama x reader #tobirama senju x reader

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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[Warning- Angst, Cheating, smut but not written, crying, alcohol consumption, more crying, suicidal thoughts, people not knowing meaning of privacy, Hayden being a bitch]

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Y/Nupdates Y/N out with kids in London today getting ice cream.

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Harryfan1 Milf fr

Harryfan2 Where are the kids?

Y/Nfan1 They're cropped out. Harry and Y/N didn't want their faces to be public yet.

Y/Nfan3 Is it just me, or have you guys also noticed that Harry has not seen with kids for a long time

Harryfan3 Maybe he's busy with new album and stuff

Y/Nfan1 No me too

Y/Nfan2 @/Harryfan3 he was seen with his friends at pub few days ago

Harryfan5 Aww she bought flowers for Harry

*****

They say that when someone dies, their whole life flashes before their eyes. The good, the bad, all moments move in front of their eyes like a movie, that's how you felt when you opened the door of your bedroom.

A movie of your marriage dying.

You were going through your day like normal. Your shooting had ended early, so you decided to pick up the kids from school and take them out for ice cream. They were now standing in the kitchen. You could hear their muffled giggles while you stood upstairs in front of your room like a mannequin watching your husband scramble and quickly put on clothes.

"Fuck- Baby I can explain-" Harry tried to approach you, but you couldn't look at him or react to his words. Your eyes remained trained on the woman lying on the bed, on your bed. Sheets up to her chest, her head perched up on her arm while she looked straight in your eyes without any shame or remorse. Oh no, she had a smirk on her lips.

"Kids are downstairs," You motioned with your thumb downstairs, "I- I'm going to drop them off, and then we will..." You couldn't complete the sentence. You felt like your body was on autopilot as you went downstairs and ushered the kids back to the car, your and Harry's four years old daughter asking why she couldn't see her dad and what could you say?

"He has some important work to do. Why don't you guys have a sleepover at Elliott's tonight?" You asked them, putting all your acting skills out there to hide the waver in your voice. Elliot was your ex-boyfriend and father of your eldest son Emiel.

"Yayyy" Amie clapped her hands, excited to hang out with her best friend. Meanwhile, Emiel stayed silent and looked at his mom from the passenger seat. You knew he knew something was wrong, considering he was older and much more aware of his surroundings than your little girl.

You just sighed and kept driving to Elliott's house. Soon enough, they arrived at the familiar small cottage-esc house. You got out of the car and then unstrapped Amie from the seat belt. As soon as you put her down, Amie ran towards the door and knocked on it, being too short to reach the doorbell. Emiel laughed and picked her up so she could ring the bell.

Soon enough, Elliot was opening the door with the biggest smile on his face. "If it isn't my two favorite people," He exclaimed and pulled both of them in hugs. Behind him, his Fiancé laughed at his antics, and she smiled a bit, too.

"Mom said we're having a sleepover!" Amie screamed near Em's ear, making him groan. It's then Elliot looked up, his blue eyes met her tired ones, and he knew something was wrong considering they were friends for a long time.

"Em, why don't you take her inside with Bran?" He smiled at his son, and Bran took them inside, talking about something.

"Are you okay?" Elliot immediately asked, and you shook your head. Your brain was still too jummbled to speak or to cry or to be angry or even comprehend what had happened.

"Why don't you come inside for a second and drink some water? I fear you might pass out from the way you're looking so pale." He looked at you concerned, and before you could protest, Elliott pulled you inside.

You sat on the dinner table and looked out to the garden, finding Em holding Amie in his arms, her head on his shoulder. The tiredness of school and excitement finally caughting up to her and knocked her out.

You took your phone out and clicked a picture, them being the only hope she could grasp on at the moment.

Elliot didn't ask any questions. He understood that if you wanted to talk, you would. He just stood there as emotional support staring at their kids as you drank the water.

"I might need them to be here for a few days before I sort things out. I hope you don't mind." You asked Elliott, looking up at him sadly. "You hurt me, sucre. Of course I don't mind." He shook his head and pulled you in a hug.

*****

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User1 Omg babiess

User2 That's Emiel? He has gotten so big

User3 I mean he's 13 now

User2 the small Gucci bag🥺she's soo like harry

annetwist Oh my sweet babies...miss you so much

Yourinstagram miss you too mom🥺

User4 still can't get over that she calls Anne mom😭

User4 Harry didn't comment?

*****

When you arrived at you-Harry's house, the sun was setting. You was dreading the conversation that was bound to happen. Six years went down the drain in a few hours.

Your whole life felt like a lie.

Harry was sitting on the couch when you walked inside. A major part of you hoped he had some explanation, that it wasn't what it looked like or that it was just a mistake. But when you walked more inside and saw her there still after everything, your heart cracked a bit more.

"Y/N," Harry breathed out, his voice coming out in heaves as if he's out of breath, but you knew him. You knew he was just nervous.

He looked so young when he was sad, his eyes droopy yet shining, the mess of curls and clenched jaw reminded you of the early Harry who stole your heart.

Now, he reminded you of the one that broke it.

"Why is she still here?" was asked first thing first you asked. Harry looked behind him, and Hayden just shrugged and plopped down on the kitchen bar stool eating chips while scrolling through her phone.

"Emotional support for him after you leave" She said with a wink pointed at Harry.

"I just thought it would be better to talk with all of us here," he said, fiddling with his fingers, as if searching for a ring on his ring finger, but there wasn't one. Now that you think of it, you hadn't seen him wear it in so long.

You should have seen the signs.

All you could do was nod. You sat down far away from him on the loveseat, which was ironic cause there was no love in the atmosphere.

"I-" Harry started but couldn't. He closed his mouth again and opened it again, gaping like a goldfish. He looked at you, and you looked at him. Your husband, the person you loved the most after your kids, your first love, your everything.

"How long?" You asked, looking at Harry with dead eyes. It had nothing in them, no spark, nothing just lifeless saphire stones to see.

"Five months," Harry said, looking down at the rug, unable to look into your eyes.

Five months...

They were at your parents' house for Thanksgiving six months ago. The first time, he met Hayden after being with you for almost seven years. He never met your sister, and there was a reason for that.

"Thanksgiving," you mumbled out to herself more than to anyone. He fell out of love with you for so long, and you didn't even know.

"Why, Harry?" You finally asked. You still couldn't cry. No, you still had no expression on your face. You felt like a ghost, pale, feelingless, breathing ghost.

"I don't know," He said, his own lips wobbling.

"I'm going upstairs, babe. Come when you sort this out." Hayden said, walking towards the stairs like she owned the house, "See ya, sis!" She yelled from the top of stairs.

Awkward silence sat between them. The lovers who were laughing, kissing, and playing with their kids just this morning are now sitting in a souless house with a dead relationship.

How can things change so fast?

"Y/N" Harry called you softly. You looked up hopefully, thinking he would say it now, say anything to save whatever was left. You could make a home out of ashes, but for that you did need the ashes.

"I think it's better if you stay here. The kids will not be able to adjust somewhere els-" Harry spoke but stopped when he heard a sniffle.

For the first time since you walked in on them, tears flooded down your face. In just a moment, your eyes were blood red, glistening with tears.

"Where will you live?" You asked with your wobbling voice. A frown took over Harry's face watching you cry, but he was to blame for that.

"I didn't mean for it to happen this way Y/N" he said guiltily.

"Then which way did you want Harry?" You shouted at him, "Having one of our kids walk in on you two, or were you thinking of running away with her? or just wake up one day and throw divorce papers on my face?" You asked, your crying increased, making you choke on it and go into coughing fit.

Harry on instinct went to help you, but you raised your hand, stopping him. "Don't." You shook your head and stood up, calming down your coughing fit.

"I just thought I would talk to you," Harry mummbled his head down, looking at floor.

"You thought you would talk to me. Was this thought came before you stick your dick into my sister or after that?" You asked him clearly angry. You were still crying, your knees felt weak, and your head felt dizzy.

"Harry, we still have time. I- we can still be together just throw her out of house and never see her again. I will not go to my parents' house but please." You fell down to your knees sobbing. You wanted to save the only real thing you ever had, the only person you ever loved, who had been through her thick and thin. You needed him. You needed him for the kids.

Harry was looking down at you sympathetically, his own tears falling down. He felt too much shame to look in your eyes when you looked up at up for answers.

"I don't-" He choked a bit, "I love her Y/N" He whispered.

The final nail was in, the corpse was six feet under, there was no ashes to make home from.

You stilled on the ground, then a loud sob broke from you. You cried with your legs tucked to her chest in a fetal position on the floor. Harry came beside you and brought you to his chest. This time, you didn't move away or push him. You clutched onto his shirt, fully sobbing into it.

You digged your nose into his neck, and the shirt smelled like you. Even after everything, he still smelled like you, but it didn't matter now, did it?

The two lovers cried, holding each other, knowing that once they broke away. Everything else would also be broken.

You didn't know how long it had been. You just knew Harry's shirt was fully wet with your tears, and all you could hear was his heartbeat.

You pulled away from him and looked up in his glistening green eyes and after everything for some reason your eyes held hope.

Maybe it was denial after all they do say it's thr first stage of grief.

But you still knew you had to get out of this house. So, you got up and fixed your clothes to best of your knowledge, tears still falling from your eyes.

You didn't say anything just made your way towards the door concerning Harry. "Y/N were are you going?" He asked following behind you.

"Kids are wt Elliot's" Was all you said as you got into the car and drove off. You didn't know where you were going but you just wanted to go far away from all this.

You weren't a mother who knew her daughter didn't go to sleep until she told her a bedtime story or a wife who just got cheated on by her husband. No, you were just a broken soul who got betrayed by a person who vowed never to hurt her.

You drove in autopilot like you have been for the whole day, how you were alive you didn't know. How many cars and trucks you have doged you didn't know, you didn't even know where you were.

It was a bridge of some kind, you would thinking living in this place for so long would grant you the knowledge of where you are but you didn't know shit. Parking on the side of the road you turned off the car and pulled your windows down. The night cold air filled up the car, making your nose and ears red immediately.

You looked around the place, the small city lights twinkling in the diatance, people returning to their homes. Many who will return to a empty space many to someone waiting for them but you? You lost your home.

Having so much money and fame couldn't give you back your home.

You cried, you cried until you couldn't. You cried until all the tears were drained and all there wad left was a ragining headache and heartache.

You got out of the car and stood near the bridge. Your hair blew in the cold air and somehow you knew you have caught cold. You hugged your coat closer to you searching for any type of warmth.

Putting your hands on the metal bridge you leaned into it more. The rings you were wearing clinked against the metal making you look down to your hands and there it was the pretty diamond he especially got made for you, the one that once held a promise, a promise of faithfulness, love and family and some how in just couple hours you lost all of that or maybe you lost it six months ago just didn't realize it.

You took it off. It didn't held any meaning now did it?

You started crying again. It felt like once the dam broke, it didn't want to stop, but maybe that was for the best. You had kids to be strong for.

Oh god the kids...

What were you going to tell them? Maybe Harry would come back for the kids? He didn't love you but kids? He would come for them, right?

You were soo consumed in you misery you didn't realize your phone was constantly ringing in car or the texts or that from cross the bridge couple of girls were taking your pics.

*****

Harry was getting scared.

When you left the house, he thought you would go to Elliot's house, but you weren't there, and now both of them were constantly blowing up your phone to get a hold of you.

You were in no shape of driving. He should have stopped you, but like most of his decisions, he had nothing to do but regret on them.

He walked back to the couch and plopped down. Hayden was still in the bedroom upstairs. The bedroom that was once yours and his. It felt wrong cause it was wrong, wasn't it? But he loved Hayden, so it has to be right? right?

He looked up from his lap, and his eyes went straight to the flowers sitting on the coffee table. It was a habit of yours to bring something home whenever you come back home early. Mostly, it was flowers or the sushi from the sushi place you both love and went to on your first date.

His heart grew heavy as he picked up the flowers, which might be the last one he ever receives from you. Before he could examine them more or cry over them, a pair of hands were taking them out of his hold.

"C'mon baby, let go to bed. I'm tired" Hayden pouted just like you used to, her same yet different eyes as yours looking back at him, and he couldn't resist. He gave her a somber nod and stood up, making his way upstairs. Once he was out of eyeshot, Hayden threw away the flowers in dustbin and happily made her way to the bedroom.

*****

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User1 Why she looks so sad?

User2 I met her..it was my friends who took the picture. I tried to tell them not to but they didn't listen.

User3 What happened?

User2 She looked sad and tired. I mean it's hard being mom but she her usual aura was down like she's usually so chirpy and happy but she looked like she didn't want to be disturbed so we didn'task for a picture.

User3 Yet you invaded her privacy and took her pictures

User4 Is it just me or did anyone else seeing that she's not wearing her wedding ring?

User3 Omg yes I didn't realize

*****

You didn't know when you got here. All you know is Elliot somehow found you and brought you back to his house. He left you in the guest room and asked you to call him if you needed something.

You tossed and turned for hours in bed, or maybe it had been a few minutes, time didn't exist for you anymore. You got up to go to the kitchen and get some water when you saw the wine bottle. The temptation was bad, your fingers were itching, and your mouth went dry.

If there was any time to get wasted, it was this. The evil little voice in your head said and you gave in.

You took the bottle out of the cellar and sat down on the floor with your back against the kitchen counter. You brought the bottle to your lips, your hands shaking so badly that you almost dropped it.

The first drop felt like heaven. Like an old friend, you meet after a long time who you cut off cause you knew they were toxic, but the feeling of sweet reconnection and nostalgia still felt like bliss.

You were so in your head thinking about wine that you didn't see Bran coming to the kitchen or watching you from the doorway. He wanted to stop you but knew it wasn't his place, so he went back to his bedroom where his soon to be husband was sleeping.

"Babe," He shook him lightly, "Babe, wake up" He said a bit loudly, making him whine and grumble. He felt bad for a bit cause Bran knew that things have been hard, the school wasn't doing so well so he had to work extra but right now you needed him and Bran knew Elliot will blame himself if something happened to you.

"What happened?" Elliot asked, "I think you should talk to Y/N. She's is in the kitchen.." Bran paused, "Drinking".

That woke Elliot up, "But she hadn't drunk ever since she got cl-" "I know that's why I said go talk to her before things get worse"

You were halfway done with the bottle when Elliot came back to the kitchen. You were hitting the back of your head against the counter, filling the silent kitchen with a thumping noise.

"Y/N" He called out softly and for a second he wished he didn't. You looked like a mess your already ruined makeup was now in shambles, your eyes blood red and your lips were adoring a drunk smile.

"Put the bottle down Y/N you're hurting yourself" Elliot said, sitting next to you. You rolled your eyes and took a big gulp of the wine again.

"My life is already ruined. What's the worst can happen now?" You said laughing, but there was no humor in it. It was hollow like you felt. A hollow shell.

"You want to tell me what happened?" He asked quietly, trying to take the bottle from you by distracting you.

You burst into tears hearing his question. You wanted to tell him, tell him everything that happened, but your brain was not letting you talk. Like keeping it to yourself will make it go away. It was still in denial that it really happened.

"I don't know how to," you said in between sobs. Elliot pulled you to his side, his hand rubbing up and down your back, trying to soothe your crying.

"Harry-" you said and sobbed harder. "You want me to call him?" He asked, but you just shook your head.

"C'mon sucre tell me what's going on." He urged you to tell him. As time went by, Eilliot became more and more concerned. It wasn't like you to cry so much over a fight. You were the one who mostly solved them. So, it had to be something big for you to be here and crying rather than with Harry.

You stared at him for a few seconds, contemplating if you should tell him, but who else would you tell? He was the only friend you had except your little brother who was miles away in Sydney.

So you told him. You told him how your shooting wrapped up early, how you picked up kids, and went home to surpirse your husband only to get your heart broken in the worst way possible. How your husband of five years and almost seven years of love was now in love with someone else and that someone else was none other than your sister.

"I'm going to break his face!" Elliot seethed and scrambled to get up from beside you, but you took his arm and pulled him down back beside you, having no doubt he actually would.

"It will do nothing but harm to you and to him." You sighed, wiping your tears. You started to hate the feeling of being sober after crying, so you took swing of your wine again.

"I just don't understand how and what went wrong." You said staring at the cupboard's golden handle, "We were so happy this morning. I went to shooting, and he dropped kids to school I-" You choked on the lump in your throat.

"Do you think maybe he's doing this to get back at me for leaving him to go to Venice last minute?" You asked Elliot, "Do you think it's just a elaborate prank, I mean you know how Hayden is, she's bitch I won't be surprised if she came up with the idea of this prank."

Elliot looked at you with sad eyes, his hands rubbing your arms affectionately. "If it's a prank then it's one fucked up prank sucre so no I don't think it's a prank" Elliot said sadly looking at your sleepy eyes.

"It has to be. I mean, we were talking about having another baby after my shooting ended. Why would he want to have another baby if he didn't love me?" You asked him, hoping to get any just any answer to soothe the ache in your heart.

"I think you should ask that to him once you get a bit better. For now lets get you to bed" He said, taking the bottle out of your hand amd you let him. The physical and mental exhaustion of day caught up to you, and pairing that with wine had you sleepy.

Elliot carefully placed you on the bed and then put a glass of water and painkillers on the bedside table, knowing you would have a bad hangover since you drank after a very long time.

Sleep engulfed you soon enough, and you dreamt of the time your life wasn't in distress.

*****

Harry woke up in the morning and smiled when he felt soft hands around his torso. It was the part of the relationship he didn't experience with Hayden, but now he could do it as much as he wanted.

He turned around and pulled her in a lazy kiss, which soon turned heated and led to his boxers flying off from bed and his hands trailing around naked her body earing soft sounds from her.

Both of them fell asleep again. Harry woke up around 10 am to a hungry stomach. For a second, he was about to yell for you cause you always brought him breakfast in bed on weekends. Only to realize his mistake, but before he could feel bad, his eyes fell on similar blonde hair, fanning your his pillow, and he forgot everything.

He took a quick shower and got ready to get some coffee and breakfast. He decided to wake up Hayden to ask what she wanted. "Babe, wake up. I'm going to get breakfast. Do you want anything? " He asked her, getting a grumble in reply.

But then Hayden woke up fully alert. "I want to go with you!" She said excitedly, "I can finally have all for me please" She said pleading and how could he resist her?

She went to ready while Harry sat on couch downstairs going through his phone, but when Hayden took too long, he went to look for her.

He heard hushed voices behind the closed door, "Babe, are you ready?" He called her and opened the door. She stood there with a bright smile, her hair side parted with a white t-shirt and blue jeans much like his outfit.

"C'mon, let's go!" She said and took his hand in hers. Harry smiled and went with her. They sat in the car, and Harry brought her hands to his lips and drove off.

They arrived the hidden cafe they went most of the time cause it was in small area where most people didn't recognize him and there were no chances of him getting caught.

He ordered his usual, and so did Hayden, but as soon as they got out of the cafe with their food, the flash of the camera went off and then another. Harry went into full panic mode cause not only this will go back to you but to the whole world and quickly took Hayden's hand running to his car, dodging questions, and camera flash both.

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StylesNews Harry Styles seen out with mystery woman at secret cafe.

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Y/Nfan2 That's Y/N's sister wtf

Harryfan1 I didn't know she had a sister

Y/Nfan2 they're not that close, Y/N told in an interview.

Harryfan3 He's hanging out with her family aww

Harryfan4 they look a lot closer for my taste🤨

Y/Nfan1 IKR like that hand holding is suspicious

Harryfan4 I hope it's not what I'm thinking it is after seeing Y/N's pictures from yesterday

*****

Meanwhile, you woke up with the worst headache of your life. Thankfully, there were medicines and water beside your bed cause your throat felt dry as a dessert.

You walked out of your room groaning at the amount of light filtering through. "Good morning, sleepyhead." You heard your son say laughing.

"Good morning, mum. We made pancakes!" Your daughter squealed and held up pancakes with both of her hands above her head. You laughed and kissed her cheek.

"It looks delicious, baby and good morning to everyone," you said with a smile, forgetting about your pain for quite some time until your daughter asked you when they would be going home.

"What you got bored of me so fast?!" Bran fake hurt while you stood their staring at her thinking when were you going and where were you going cause you could go anywhere you wanted other than your home.

You were in literal, psychological, and in every sense homeless.

"Let mum have her coffee Amie, you know how she's without it." Elliot joked, and Bran picked Amie up, taking her to the living room to keep her busy, and Em followed them.

You took a mug out of the cupboard to make coffee while Elliot sat there looking at you with pity.

"How did you find me yesterday?" You asked, wanting to change the look in his eyes.

"Oh some girl posted you on twitter" He said biting into his pancake while you made your coffee.

"Someone posted me?" You asked and groaned when he nodded, "My manager is going to kill me"

Great now, top of a cheating husband. You also had to deal with getting your crying pics off the internet and deal with an amgry manager.

You took out your phone out of your jeans, which were getting uncomfortable as time passed.

But nothing matched the uncomfortable and shattering hurt you felt when you saw the trending topic of twitter.

They were already parading out? It had hardly been a day, and he was already over you? Did he not think what will happen when tabloids will find it? which they already had found out making their own stories.

Did he not think what kids will think when they will see it? Em was 14 he knew everything and had a phone of his own. What were you supposed to tell him if he asked you? you didn't even know yourself what was going on.

Your head started pounding more than before, and you could feel the migrain coming in . Even though you knew you had to talk to him, you couldn't today in any shape or form.

Your sadness was slowly subsiding now, and as your headache grew, so did your anger, and you knew it was going to be shit show happening in front of everyone.

*****

Same day in evening-

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Harryfan1 Harry and Y/N?

Y/Nfan2 Rumor has it one of them cheated

Y/Nfan4 Defo Harry remember the pictures

Harryfan2 Omg with her sister? that's fucked

Harryfan3 don't jump to any conclusion guys maybe it's someone else or maybe it's fake you know how these are.

Y/Nfan1 Fuck Harry and fuck Hayden

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Imagine Rengoku's son traveling to the past pt.2

Rengoku X Fem! Reader

Also in the future, there’s a long pause after red light arc. Hence tengen already retired in Future Son’s timeline. and [spoiler alert] yes we will absolutely ignore the mark curse

read part 1 here.

“Oh, what breathing technique do you use?”

You ask your…. son? kid? dang you never thought you would be able to say that to a teenager this early in your life, especially when you’re not long into the marriage

“Flame breathing!” He says with a proud grin (why this kid so cute you wanna coddle him to death)

“Following your father’s footstep, I see! Did he teach you personally?” You smile, thinking about your husband teaching your son swordsmanship. Ugh the thought of it makes your heart melt.

“Nope. From Grandfather!”

huh?

tafa???

Grandfather??? Like Rengoku’s father??? Your father in law???? The man who can’t even get up and do something else other than drinking and yelling at other people?????

He taught your son flame breathing?????

You are confusion

You ask why didn’t his father teach him instead

“… Anyway! Do you want to spar?”

This kid—

okay, well, clearly he doesn’t want to talk about it. Maybe he’s on bad terms with his father???

But you can’t imagine Kyojuro being a bad father or someone who has a tense relationship with his kids. The last thing he wants to be is to be like his father. You know that. He himself told you that before.

So maybe he’s just in the middle of an argument with his father??? Like… a really long one…

yeah that could be it

So you decide to spar with him (you don’t have anything else to do anyway other than walking around the nearby village)

you kick his butt

It feels refreshing and fun. not because you’re beating your future child.

You never have this feeling sparring with anyone before. It’s cute. You’re experiencing a mother-son time except…. you ain’t a mother yet… but you are— will??? idk

In the middle of sparring (how many rounds has it been??), Kyojuro appears with a big grin, before it fades and he tilts his head confusedly.

“MY LOVE! WHO IS THIS PERSON??”

Hooo boy

Both of you whip your head to see him

“HE LOOKS JUST LIKE ME! HAHAHA!”

Bless your husband, he isn’t even phased that there’s a rando lookin like he’s his clone

BUT YOU HECKAAA EXCITED, about to tell Kyojuro that he’s—

You see your (future) son’s conflicted face contorted to anger, then calm. “Ah. I’ll take my leave right now. I’m thirsty.”

He leaves just like that.

You’re confused

has future you ever taught him manners

Is… Was the argument that bad????

Poor Kyojuro is so confused, looking at the boy leaving.

“Who was that young fellow?”

You explain that that’s his son

His face shows a split second of surprise before it immediately switches to excitement

(he doesn’t even ask how that’s possible like ok)

“HE’S MY SON??? OH WHAT JOY! S/O. THAT IS OUR SON!”

Yes, yes you just told him that of course you know lol

But you’re so confused as to why your son would just leave like that. You honestly expect him to be just as excited to see his dad like he did with you

and so

the chaos and conflicts and confusion and everything related ensues

Practically everyone knows your future son is here

They’re dying to meet him

Uzui is proud of what he has become. Man’s flamboyant. can even take a hard pat on his back! (he nearly died)

Mitsuri is so excited!!! She keeps giving him sakura mochi and all other snacks and talks to him a lot!!! Sees him as her lil bro ngl (tho technically it should be nephew)

Shinobu too is very sweet towards him and tells him he’s welcome anytime to the Butterfly Estate to just have tea and chat (every time they interact your son’s face turns tomato red. does he have a school boy crush????)

Tomioka is just happy the boy talks to him often

its cute. you can tell he admires the water hashira a lot

Sanemi scoffs and thinks he still has a long way until he is strong

like who tf think does this kid think he is

but he supposes the kid has potential

Obanai acknowledges him and greets him even though he scares your son sometimes

Gyomei. Cats. lots of pats. lots of fluff. nuff said

Muichiro always forgets his name

Tanjiro is super shocked but is happy to get along with Rengoku’s future son!! Nezuko takes a liking to him immediately and warms up to him (Zenitsu seething rn)

surprisingly inosuke oddly silent around him at first…. before he inevitably challenges him to a fight

The son ofc know who they all are (he still does not like young Zenitsu)

Also, he nearly spilled Tanjiro and Kanao’s future relationship oops ig at the present they aint tgt yet 🤷‍♂️

They all think he’s great!

But… there is one thing for sure

And what confuses them the most

is that he absolutely hates the mention of his father

Whenever someone brings up the fact he looks just like Rengoku or they compare the father and son, boy gets real upset and angry

Like??? huh???

You’d thinking a kid would be proud to have someone like Rengoku as their father

Apparently not

Kyojuro catches on to this.

I mean, its hard not to tell that every time he approaches the boy, he just pretends the hashira never exist

Kyojuro kinda concerned and worried

And frankly, he’s kinda sad too.

He wants to spend his time with his future son before who knows when he’ll return back to his time!

Eventually, Rengoku catches him a place where the kid can’t escape easily

He asks the kid what is wrong and what is really going on

Dang… it really hurt seeing your own kid (even though technically not yet) glaring at you like that

The kid only grumbles excuses and that’s it

Kyojuro gently tries to push him to open up

Really wants to know what’s going on poor man please give him a break

“I can tell you don’t like to converse with me… why is that? I would love to get to know my own son!”

Rengoku Kyojuro would never expect that sentence would completely make his own future kid snap.

“Son??? Hah. Sure.”

???????????

The??? Audacity???

My man Kyojuro isn’t even phased (again, bless his patient heart) he’s just confused

What does that mean?

“Did… I do something…?”

“Something???? Something…?????” the boy clenched his jaw, “Don’t act like you care.”

… But he does tho.

At this point the flame hashira just wants to know what he did wrong to make him so mad

“Oh, you really wanna know what you did?” He says in such a bitter tone. Whatever Kyojuro did, he musta pissed him reeaaal off.

“Y…Yes…?”

“… Fine. Not like it’ll change anyway considering how easily you threw us away.”

pardon?

“You hurt Mother. You left her when she needed you the most. You left us! Because you think your job is better than this little family!”

….huh?

“I’m… I’m sorry, I don’t und-“

“When she needed you the most, you just up and left her! Just like that! What do you think I’ll feel about that, huh?”

Kyojuro… did that? He can’t even fathom leaving you for a split second! What was future him thinking?

“You left Mother! When I was still… When she was still pregnant and needed you… You chose to go on a mission instead of being there for her!”

“Do you know how much my mother begged you not to go? How she endlessly express her worries and concerns, even though she never doubted you before??”

“Do you know how much it hurt her when you promised her nothing will happen, only for some crow to announce that you died in a fight with an Upper Moon, a fight you could’ve avoided! A FIGHT THAT YOU SO SELFISHLY WENT ON AND JUST DIED?!”

…

Hold on…

Hang on—

What?

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I was supposed to finish this all in one post, but I reached the limit… Gonna post part 3 soon

#demon slayer #kny rengoku #demon slayer kyojuro #kny #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku my beloved #rengoku x reader #demon slayer rengoku #kyojuro x reader #kny kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku x you #rengoku x y/n #rengoku kyojuro x reader #hoo boy its angst time

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I'm sorry but I'm going insane for your idea of Lilith and Luci getting a sinner pregnant together can we please have more of your thoughts on this idea 🙏

Absolutely because I'm a dirty little heathen and Season 2 isn't just about to magically pop up out of the ground and I've had SOME THOUGHTS and also this post is way longer than it should be 💀

I was sitting and I was thinking of the concept of the Hotel having communal breakfasts or having at least one day of the week where there's food served and everyone (typically) eats together, not only as a bonding/unity sort of thing but also simular to how real hotels can have complimentary breakfast as part of your stay, and like, yeesh this is actually an entirely separate fic idea in of itself but you're talking with Alastor and you're saying something along the lines of "oh yeah, well, I was actually starting to think a lot about motherhood before I died, but, raising children is so complicated, not to mention society right now is so genuinely hostile and dangerous to children, and i wouldn't have been able to afford it anyways, and, well, you know, NOW i literally can't have them down here"

AND FROM THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE END OF THE TABLE

COMPLETELY UNPROMPTED

HERE'S LILITH, "Oh! It wouldn't be impossible at all! You and Lucifer could still have a baby :)"

RECORD SCRATCH SOUND EFFECT AS EVERYONE LOOKS TO THE QUEEN OF HELL. She seems completely unbothered while her husband is A TOMATO, he can barely even look in your direction, he's just tugging on her sleeve, "L-Lili, cmon, don't say things like that 😳🥴" and awkwardly laughing, maybe even asking to speak to his wife in private (I feel like its a regular occurrence for these two to dip out of a room and reappear and Lilith is reapplying her lipstick as she re-enters followed by a kiss covered Lucifer lmao)

Can you even imagine going to Charlie, "hey um, this is awkward, your mom keeps like. Jesus please don't kill me I'm not a homewrecker but your mom keeps making comments about me having a baby with your dad and she sounds completely serious about it and shes been bringing it up for like two weeks" and you could not be saying this in a more obvious "hey girl this is weird and I don't like it, can you chat with your parents for me to stop this" kind of way BUT, the actual way Charlie is responding ALSO THROWS YOU OFF. I can see it already, Charlie all but LIGHTS UP WITH EXCITEMENT and she, takes a breath, "oh!! I mean!! You don't have to do anything you don't want to obviously, bbBUT UH THAT BEING SAID oh gosh that sounds like it would make you really happy, aaaaand and I know you wanted a family of your own and, hey isn't this place about new beginnings and" GIRL WE AREN'T HAVING A BABY WITH YOUR DAD TF?

You know how I made that post "hey Lucifer kind of appears to have these vague Master Of All type powers down in Hell, what if he could manipulate your dreams and made you dream about being a kid because he's wanting to heal your inner child/adopt you". I also started thinking recently about Lucifer AND OR Lilith using these powers to make you dream about 1) being with them in general and more specifically 2) motherhood and i started mentally deep diving for that shit. Like. It could genuinely actually get so fucked up actually. Could you imagine you're just, VULNERABLE with the Queen of Hell and you're drunk and you're crying and you're just, SPILLING EVERYTHING, she's getting your entire life's story, and she's petting your hair as youre way too drunk to realize youre telling her way too much, amd she's just thinking "oh you poor thing, human society sounds absolutely dreadful now" and like. Think of it from a hypothetical fantasy psychology perspective. It's not like Lilith has never been part of modern society, she's been a member of Hell forever and has only been out of contact for 7 years, BUT she also exists from a time predating all of that AND she built Hell with Lucifer, so like, imagine she actually starts forming some um Strong Opinions on how, it sounds like all these complicated modern things are really dragging you down, both as a person and as a free spirit, and comes to a consensus that your life needs to be a little... simpler

I'm serious, I'm talking "Lilith makes you dream about being In The Actual Goddamn Garden Of Eden Itself with her and Lucifer and you're ALL naked". Just completely controlling your dream. You're naked as the day you were born and so are they and you can't control your dream at ALL. Lilith is wanting to like, watch you peacefully frolic around, I'm talking she wants to see you having your Hot Nymph Summer where you're napping in beds of flowers and you're having birds land on your finger and you're gasping at all the pretty flowers and wanting to explore and, experiencing the beauty of being alive without all these messy modern nuances and it's like NO MAAM I DONT WANT TO PICK BERRIES FROM THAT BUSH, YOU CAN SEE M Y BUSH AND I CAN SEE YOURS AND YOUR HUSBANDS---

Alastor is over here thinking he's hot shit, "oh I do so wish we could return to simpler times without all these modern trivial problems!!" MEANWHILE LILITH IS LIKE. ACTUALLY GOING THAT EXTRA MILE. Alastor is like "boo cellphones are bad and women dont dress modestly enough, people these days spend too mych time with technology and not with family" meanwhile in "the garden" a completely naked Lilith is braiding your hair and weaving flowers into it while an also completely naked Lucifer is feeding you berries by hand as they discuss the idea of having a nice fun swim in the lake passed the glade, like you guys really are frolicking and fucking around like a bunch of fairies and it's. It's peaceful and fun but also you miss your cellphone and having underwear 😩 like miss queen of hell can I PLEASE get some boob support--

Moving on, I was thinking of the Fake Garden in of itself, as its own idea, but like in this poly baby raising context, it would be essentially Phase 1 of the plan to normalize their presences to you and make you more comfortable around them and then skipping into Phase 10 of "oh hey by the way you're gonna have a dream about um sleeping with the King and Queen of Hell and it's Totally Not Real and you're Totally Definitely Not Actually Like For Real For Real Legitimately Pregnant Now ;)" like. First off before I get any farther in this post can we just like acknowledge the like HEINOUSNESS of you not knowing everything is "real dreams" and LiliLuci using this to their full advantage to ask and find out anything about you because basically to them, they think you're just being boggled down and negatively influences by modern human society and you're like an onion they have to peel some layers off of first to expose those juicy inner tender bits

Just. Ok. Like. High level fantasy horror concept ok, here we go I'm gonna cook here:

It eventually does move on to you having dreams about living in an actual home with Lucifer and Lilith, sleeping with them in you know, All Those Ways, basically in what you think is some weird imaginary throuple that while you do find yourself enjoying it like actually, you can't wake up from it, and these dreams can feel WAY too long sometimes. You're dreaming of some, "am I a man dreaming I am a butterfly or am I a butterfly dreaming i am a man" shit where you hit the pillow in Hell and Dream You is waking up, seeing your husband and wife get ready for work and you're basically a pampered stay at home spouse. I honestly can't decide what dynamic would be cuter: both of them having jobs, you and Lilith having jobs while Lucifer is the house husband, only Lilith having a job while you and Lucifer do dumb shit at home, or Lucifer being big daddy and bringing home all the money while you and Lilith lounge by the pool and she takes you to the spa and pampers you all day and is sending texts and photos of how cute you are to her husband while he's working

You're probably thinking "wait but weeb this is actually kind of cute, where is the horror" and for starters it just kind of, mentally wears your energy down over time to 'never shut your brain off' and have true rest, like Lilith and Lucifer intentionally 'trade' you being alert in reality to you being more conscious in the dream world, so, you're not as present when you're around ACTUAL people as you are when you're in their little, fucked up pocket dimension.

Then you've got. The baby. You're pregnant ONLY in the dream. You have THE ACTUAL PAINFUL EXPERIENCE of giving birth, BUT THEN you're waking up and you can't hold your child, show them to your friends, have the, SANITY AND COMFORT OF KNOWING YOU ACTUALLY HAVE ONE. You're waking up DEVASTATED. Where's your baby? 🥺 oh right.... They're not... actually real... like it fucks you up psychologically

I just picture, if I were to put it in an order of events. You go from 1. Lilith and Lucifer are just your casual acquaintances, Charlie's parents that you know through her 2. They start getting closer to you as you stay longer at the Hotel 3. Ok we get along and have fun moments and even sing songs and we have fun times with your daughter ^^ 4. Ok you're getting maybe a little comfortable, am I tripping or are you a little too comfortable 5. You're Bush Out in Fake Eden 6. You accidentally slip up and get more cozy with them in reality because Ok Maybe The Stupid Garden Bullshit IS Fun And Maybe A Little Soul Healing 🙄 7. You're getting banged in the Garden 8. Being in reality is awkward now, suddenly you're avoiding them less, so you're dreaming about them more, having them push themselves closer to you in response to you trying to pull away, like even if you're spending entire days outside of the Hotel you can't escape needing to sleep eventually 9. Suddenly you're like, not in Eden, you're in a hospital getting an ultrasound w Lili Luci holding your hands as a doctor tells the three of you you're pregnant and oh no you're actually really happy and excited about it 🥺 10. crushing crushing reality. You're single and not pregnant and you're beating yourself up for these fucked up dreams you're blaming yourself for having, as if they're some self conscious desire and you're kinkshaming yourself for having them 11. Dream You is having your baby, everyone is so happy like it's actually so perfect, even when you're stressed as a first time parent you have so much love and support to keep you strong 12. You wake up and it's nothing but DEPRESSION DEPRESSION DEPRESSION where is my baby and my wife and my husband who love me and I love them DEPRESSION DEPRESSION DEPRESSION 13. Lilith and Lucifer HAVE TO to spill that Hey Our Baby Is Real because you're like going near insane with "grief" like youre like actually wanting to try and end your life or constantly self harming because Where Is MY CHILD 14. You're so fucked up at this point you don't care to ask questions when they hand your Very Much Real Baby to you looking exactly how you remember them from your dreams. You're just happy your baby is real and now you can be with them all of the time and you don't even care that um This Was Such A Fucking Ethically Dubious Conception.

Do you think the other Hotel residents would have a sliding scale of being ok with this. Like you just SHOW UP WITH THIS LITTLE BLONDE BABY IN YOUR ARMS and Lilith and Lucifer are all but glued to you and they're all fucking confused because WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN??? you barely even spend time with these two, or so they thought??? When were you PREGNANT??? HOW??? I feel like realistically if they aren't all, you know, as Equally Crazy For You, that they would find this extremely manipulative and fucked up MEANWHILE CHARLIE DOESNT CARE and may have been in on it.

Also "something something what if Reader being able to get pregnant also turned out to be like God Himself being like 'hey lucifer lilith here's the deal I'm throwing you a bone right now, ok, this is for you, to keep things chill between us mk' and there are added layers of Oh Shit You Were Created To Be With Them" as if your ass wouldn't have an impossible enough time escaping as is 😭💀

But like... the concept of Reader falling so deep into "grief" that it gets so bad that you're basically not eating or sleeping, Lucirer and Lilith were always gonna tell you but they're forced to do it abruptly because you just breakdown and can't stop crying. Or it's even Charlie disobeying her parents and running up to you with your baby who stops crying the moment they're in your arms

I also just... as a final note..... just as a cute palette cleanser there's one specific idea I keep thinking of... you have your new baby and you're showing it to all your Hotel buddies and you give it to Alastor to hold because your baby was giggling and gurgling at him and you're just, death grip on his shoulder, "alastor please hold my child :) they're excited go meet you, say hi" and while you're like, vaguely threatening him to interact with this baby which he has Extremely Valid Reasons To Find Abhorrent, his deer ears move or twitch, and your baby is just looking up at him with their big eyes, watching those ears twitch, and, poof! Your baby has their first Lucifer/Lilith related shape-shifting incident and suddenly your baby has twitching little red ears and they're looking up at Alastor with these big cute eyes and here you are, "alastor :) aren't you going to praise my baby :) they just had their very first shift and it's for you :) tell them what a good job they did :) you're not trying to make my baby uncomfortable are you :)" and. Ok Maybe this does win Alastor over a bit being the narcissist that he is BUT THE TRUE REWARD is Lucifer scrambling into the room after you call out in excitement, dropping to his knees and all but wailing, "NO, WHY IS MY BABY HAVING THEIR FIRST SHIFT FOR Y O U AND I MISSED IT" and you just have Alastor being an ABSOLUTE SHIT, suddenly oh so cozy with your baby, "well talent recognizes talent! This little one clearly has potential! Why, look at how clearly they ALREADY ADORE THEIR DEAR UNCLE ALASTOR >:)" and from then on you can't leave these two men alone with your baby or they'll be having nonstop contests to "win them over" and prove who the best role model/caretaker is

Ok. Lastly. Lastly lastly lastly. THIS BABY SPECIFICALLY IS RUINING MY LIFE. Look at those STUPID CHUBBY cheeks and those big eyes and how attentive and focused she is like oh my godddddddd if LiliLuci handed one of those to me "this is yours" i would just die like 🥺🥺🥺 man, I'll have to tell you guys later about my idea for "Reader wants to see if Rosie will let them adopt a Hellborn baby and Alastor helps vouch for you and lowkey becomes your husband/the child's second parent" or "Reader finds an abandoned imp baby and all the shenanigans/protective possessive feelings from your yandere/s that follow once you begin your motherhood journey "

#yandere hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #yandere x reader #yandere hellaverse #hh #sinprompts #hhhhrrrrrrrrr I KEEP HAVING ALASTOR THOUGHTS THOUGH

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Our Life

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Genre: established relationship, parents au!, dad Pierre

Warnings: angst, yelling, arguing

Word Count: 1.5K+

Author's Note: I realize this is probably the most I have ever posted here. and this is probably the first time I have two different 'on-going' stories out at the same time. well I had this idea for a while, except it was with Charles and I can't keep posting things with Charles man. but this concept works with Pierre so yeah. I don't think there will be a part two, unless you guys absolutely beg for a part two but there's a happy ending so yeah. also Idk if this is a fear for a lot of people or if im just being irrational, because its definitely a fear for me lol. anyway enjoy reading, pls let me know what you think.

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“If I want my son at the race then he will be at the race,” Pierre spoke loudly as he tried to get his point across to you.

“Pierre, he’s only 10 months, I don’t think a race track when cars are flying past is the best idea for him,” you matched Pierre’s volume, you couldn’t understand why he just wouldn’t get it.

“He can wear a headset, just like all the other drivers' kids do, I want my son at the race with me,” Pierre wouldn’t let it go.

“No Pierre, I don’t want him there, and I don’t want all the media with pictures of our son, we’ll be…”

“You don’t have to come this weekend, but my son will be there this weekend, nanny can come with him.”

“Pierre you’re not getting it, I don’t think that's the best environment for our son, right now, maybe when he’s a little older.”

“y/n what do you think is gonna happen to him?”

“I don’t know,” you shook your head at this point, “anything could happen to him, I don’t wanna risk it.”

Pierre sighed, running his hands through his hair, “he’s coming to the race this weekend, he’s my son…”

“OUR SON,” you shouted at the top of your lungs, cutting Pierre as the tears finally escaped you, “he is our son.”

The sound of the baby crying coming through the monitor stopped you from continuing on. You and Pierre both sighed, knowing that you’re shouting at each other is what woke him. “Let me…” Pierre spoke up first.

You waved your hand to dismiss him, “I’ll get him.” You quickly exited your shared bedroom with Pierre and made your way to the nursery, wiping away the escaped tears. Down the hall, before you entered the nursery you took a deep breath, calming your racing heart.

“Hi boy,” you spoke softly to the crying baby, picking him up. You held him close to you, afraid that he would be taken away. You closed your eyes, breathing him in, your perfect son. You cradled him in your arms, rocking him back to sleep. You watched him sleepily yawn, he had his father’s eyes. Eyes you loved very much.

“Dear,” Marta called out to you. Marta was an older woman that Pierre hired as a housekeeper to help around the house. Marta didn’t have any kids, her husband had died many years ago. She became a mother to you, since your mother wasn’t anywhere near.

“Marta,” you sighed, “I’m sorry, did me and Pierre wake you?” Because it’s only Marta by herself, Pierre had her move into the downstairs bedroom, it’s especially helpful when Pierre is away during the season.

“Don’t worry about me, I can sleep plenty when I’m no longer here,” Marta smiled, taking a seat next to you in the nursery, “what’s bothering you?”

You shook your head, as you smiled at your little boy in your arms, “Pierre wants to take the boy to Monza this weekend, and I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“That’s not it,” Marta said, as she gave you a look. A look a mother gives when she knows her child is lying.

You felt the tears begin to well in your eyes, “he’s our son.” You whisper into the night, like the words are a sin. You look up at Marta, meeting her kind eyes, her eyes telling you to continue you on. “He’s our son,” you speak a little louder, as the tears fall, “he’s not just Pierre’s son, he’s my son too.”

“I see,” Marta hums, nodding her head, “and? Why does that bother you?”

“He’s all I have left Marta.” You pulled the baby closer to you. “He’s all I have.” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You breathed him in, you burned this moment to your memories. You treat this as if it’s your last moment with your son. You opened your eyes looking at Marta, “He’s all I have. You know, when I got pregnant, it wasn’t planned. It was an accident, me and Pierre had only been together for just under two years. But we said we were gonna do this, we were gonna have this kid and raise him together. Pierre makes more money than me.” You took another deep breath, trying to gather all your thoughts. “I had a good job, a place of my own, but there was no way I could raise a child by myself, and I couldn’t expect Pierre to move. He lives in Milan because it’s best for his career, he was set up already. I gave up all that I had, so he could be in his son’s life, and maintain his career.”

“You regret that?”

“No, no, never, Pierre is so good with him. He’s such a good father,” you smiled at the thought of Pierre with the boy. “But I’m so scared Marta.” you felt guilty for even speaking your feelings aloud. “Everything belongs to Pierre. I live in Pierre’s house, I drive Pierre’s cars, I fly on Pierre’s dime, I am completely dependent on Pierre. We’re not married, I own nothing, all I have is this boy, and Pierre has all the power to take him away.”

“You think…”

“I know,” you spoke quickly, “I know Pierre wouldn’t just randomly kick me out, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fear the possibility.” You felt the hot strikes of your tears, “If Pierre doesn’t want me anymore, I won’t have anything. I have no money to my name, I have no job, no place to stay, I have nothing without Pierre. If he decides he no longer wants me, I have no way to support myself or go back home.”

“That possibility scares you?”

“It does, and everytime we argue, he reminds me of that possibility, by saying ‘my son.’ He’s not his son, he’s our son, our child. Both mine and his, our son, together.”

“Oh dear,” Marta sighed, as she stood, pulling you close to her standing figure.

“Is it wrong to be scared?” you asked as you silently sobbed, holding your son closer to you.

“No dear, it’s not wrong to be scared, it’s the world we live in.” Marta said, as she held onto you tightly, wishing she could take away your fears. She wondered where in her lifetime did she go wrong? Why do the women of today have the same fears as the women of before?

Little to your knowledge, Pierre had overheard your conversation with Marta. And he thought how could he be so stupid? How did he not realize how damaging his words were? How did he not realize the weight they carried? How could he allow this to happen? He mentally slapped himself over and over again for not realizing his mistake. Our son, the boy, was your’s and Pierre’s son.

“Pierre, where are we going?” you asked as you sat in the passenger seat, as Pierre drove.

“To do something I should’ve done a long time ago,” Pierre said, as he pulled into a parking garage.

“Isn’t this your lawyers’ law firm?” you asked, as Pierre parked the car.

“Yes,” Pierre answered, as he made his way around the car to open the door for you.

“What are we doing here?”

“You’ll see,” Pierre said, taking your arm, as the two of you walked into the building lobby. You silently followed after Pierre, as he made through the lobby, up the elevator and to his lawyer’s office. You watched him exchange a few words with the man behind the desk, before the two of you took a seat, opposite of the lawyer. “I’m sorry these changes are a bit spur of the moment, but it’s something I should have done a long time ago.”

“Since the house is paid off, it was actually really easy changes,” the lawyer spoke before setting down paperwork before you and Pierre. “I’ll just need you both to sign on the line, and initially at the tabs.”

“Pierre what is this?” you asked, picking up the paperwork before.

“I’m putting your name on the house,” Pierre said, as he signed his set of paperwork.

“What?” you asked, as you threw the papers back on the desk, as if they were burning your hands. “Pierre this is a big thing, that’s your house…”

“Our,” Pierre said, correcting your statement. The one word had you shutting your mouth.

“Huh?”

“Our house,” Pierre said, as he set his paperwork and pen down, “We have a son together, and our son needs a home. We need a home for our family. This house can be our home, together. y/n, I should have done this when you gave up everything for me, for our family together. I am sorry this is so late, too late, but I want it to be our home together. This is our life together, none of this mine anymore.”

You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even if the devil himself appeared before you. You signed away at the line and initialed at all the tabs. You were so grateful that Pierre was willing to share his life with you. “You know, you could’ve just asked me to marry you,” you joked as you and Pierre made your way back to the car.

“I am, I’m just going to do it right,” Pierre smirked at you, “plus it actually doesn’t cost money to add someone’s name to the deed of a house, when the house is paid off.”

#formula 1 #formula 1 au #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 angst #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 au #pierre gasly #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly au #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly as a dad #alpine f1 #f1 2023

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whateverisbeautiful · 17 days

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♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL

#48: The Wedding Plans (1.05)

Of all the Jadis and Father Gabriel flashbacks, this was the best one right here because we get to learn something so special - Rick wanted to have a wedding with Michonne. 😭 Officially marrying his wife is one of the many milestones that trifling Jadis stole from them, and Michonne also addresses some other missed milestones Jadis took from them as they hunt her down 🚖...

Flashing back to two years ago, Jadis and Father Gabriel have another one of their annual meetings in the forest. Jadis asks, “How’s Rick’s wife doing?” And I do like hearing Michonne be referred to as 'Rick’s wife' by someone, even tho it’s one of my least favorite someones.

Father Gabriel says, “Michonne? She’s away helping people.” And even with this, I was like...SIR, are you at all curious why Jadis is curious about how Rick’s wife - who Jadis wasn’t close to - is doing? Like, please...

I'm not even saying Father Gabriel needed to immediately put together that Jadis had anything to do with Rick, since he, like many, thought Rick died. But still, he could have at least been a bit more suspicious of Jadis' whole situation and told some people back home about her and her helicopter.

And then I’m side-eying Father Gabriel again when he asks, “Why did you call her his wife?” Gabe, you have to ask? 😑 Lol, I know it’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but, the second I even realized these two were having these yearly meet-ups, everything they said and did had me looking at both of them like...

Jadis says, “I mean, wasn’t she?” And I just know she’s thinking about how Rick barely says five words to her in Philly and most of those words are about his wife. 😋

Father Gabriel says, “Well not officially. If that matters anymore.” I said now Father G, I know you see Michonne every day raising those kids and wearing a wedding ring around her neck. That’s Rick’s wife, stop playing.

Also, in TWD I was proud of Father Gabriel when he had his whole evolution into a real one and became a valued member of the group. But seeing TOWL made me remember that while Father G has grown a lot, this man did in fact enter this franchise with snake tendencies.

Had me wondering if his snake past is what makes him intrinsically drawn to this snake Jadis. But little does Father G know, that while he's actually tried to improve himself, Jadis is still slithering through life and causing so much harm.

Something I do like about this exchange between them tho is it feels like yet another thing TOWL came to set the record straight on regarding Richonne. Like for all the viewers that used to comment “no ring, no marriage,” stuff about Richonne, this was TOWL being like nope, Rick and Michonne are and have long been husband and wife, period. 👌🏽

This show didn't allow any room to downplay, discredit, or dismiss who Rick and Michonne are to each other and how much they mean to each other and I'll always appreciate TOWL for that. 😌

Then we get to the best part of these Jadis/Father Gabriel flashbacks when Father Gabriel says, “It’s funny. One day, Rick said that I should marry them. Maybe we should do it right there on the bridge that we were building”

Y’all. 🫠 When I tell you I was gagged when I heard that the first time.

I had been ready for them to just hurry this Jadis/Father G scene up but then I heard that line and...

I adore that we got to learn that Rick wanted to have a wedding and was making plans for it before he was taken. He wanted to marry Michonne on the bridge. 🥹 The very bridge he was then taken from her for years. 🥺

Watching Rick's season 9 episodes back, they’re now even better knowing that making his marriage to Michonne official was on his mind. It’s almost like you can see it with certain scenes, even tho obviously this detail was more added in TOWL rather than pre-planted in TWD.

It’s so sweet too because Rick was so adamant about that bridge being completed and I love knowing that it was both because of its practicality/symbolism of unity bringing the communities together and because it was where he and Michonne could celebrate their own special union with a wedding.

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This was esepcially great to hear because I had always felt that Rick would be the type to give Michonne a ring and want that traditional solidification of their marriage. So it was nice to hear these details that show he really was working on it. 🥹

Also, another TWD scene that becomes extra emotional upon learning that Rick wanted to marry Michonne on the bridge is Michonne’s first scene post-Rick in 9.06.

Michonne goes to the destroyed bridge years later and essentially expresses how she’s still so committed to Rick and still fighting for him and them and their family. It’s almost like she's saying vows.

And little did Michonne know (because I’m sure Father Gabriel’s secret-squirrel behind didn’t tell her) that bridge is the very place Rick wanted them to exchange vows and get married. 😭

Rick truly does look at Michonne and see his future because he had big plans for the two of them in season 9. He was fully ready to have a wedding and a baby with her in his final TWD eps.

Also, in the season 8 premiere, Maggie asks Rick if he’s been thinking about what 'tomorrow' looks like and he confidently says "Yes I have" as well as telling Maggie, "After this, I’m following you."

I already always got the sense that part of that meant Rick was thinking about expanding his family by having a baby with Michonne. But I like how now after TOWL that s8 scene really reads like Rick was thinking about having a baby with Michonne and officially marrying her. That's what he wanted his 'tomorrow' to look like. 🥲

And a Richonne bridge wedding would have been beautiful. 🥹 In my head, Rick and Michonne definitely go on to have a wedding with their kids a part of it now that they’re back home.

Father Gabriel says, “But I couldn’t see the future he described, so I sat on a log in the forest, and there at my feet in the dirt right in front of me was a ring. It seemed like it’d make a pretty nice wedding ring.”

See, see, see, even when others don’t see your vision, God gon’ see the vision. And He always makes a way. Amen. 🙌🏽

And Richonne is blessed and highly favored so of course a ring showed up. 😇

But then...y’all, I have to side-eye Father Gabriel yet again with what he does next.

Father Gabriel says how he picked up the ring and thought to put it someplace that Rick would find it “because I could suddenly see that someday” and then this man takes the ring out, revealing that he’s been holding onto it all these years 🙃...

Um imo, it would have been nice if shortly after the bridge he had told this story to Michonne and let her decide what she wanted to do with the ring.

Michonne clearly finds a lot of solace in these types of sentimental items and wore a wedding ring around her necklace. It could have possibly been a comforting thought for her to know this was the ring Rick might have proposed with since he was planning on them getting formally married with a priest and everything.

IDK, this was just making me feel like team family tried Michonne once again.

Father Gabriel says sadly, “But then what happened, happened.” And Jadis, perhaps masking remorse but still as self-centered as always, just starts talking about how she looks forward to their next visit and the chance to just sit and talk and feel like who she was. How can she be so unmoved by the fact that she’s kept two people who love each other dearly apart for years? She got to have moments of feeling like who she was while Rick lost himself day by day. 😑

Jadis starts opening up a bit more about what she does and how it weighs on her but she’s committed to the mission and...they just can never make me like Jadis, tbh. 😪 Even when she's supposed to be showing her more human side I'm still just like...

And then Father Gabriel gets one more side-eye from me when he gives Jadis of all people that ring. What? 🙃

The only thing I like about that choice to give her the ring is that it’s kinda like the ring had a similar journey to Rick. It was stuck with Jadis for years but then eventually found its way to its rightful person - Michonne. 👌🏽

But otherwise, I was like 'Father G, why would you...???' Jadis of all people should hold onto the ring he found for Rick to give to Michonne?? 😪 Wasn’t exactly here for that choice. But that wedding ring leads to not one but two of my absolute favorite Richonne moments going forward so it’s all good now. 😌👌🏽

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In the present, Rick and Michonne engage in a car chase with Jadis.

Rick says they can’t kill her but Michonne begs to differ saying, “Oh we can.” I promise Michonne and I stay on the same wavelength at all times lol. 💁🏽‍♀️ Michonne,...

Rick says, “I told you, she left a file about home for the CRM to find.” Michonne knows Jadis is just a neverending source of destruction when she says, “To destroy Alexandria because that’s what she does, Rick. She destroys!” Wrong where? 💯

Also, I love the little detail of seeing Michonne is wearing the M bracelet while she’s driving. Like they had to rush to get dressed and go chase after Jadis but Michonne still said I’m gonna remember to put on this bracelet from my man before we go. Here for it. 😊

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And then I so appreciate that we get a moment for Richonne to acknowledge the valuable and important life moments and milestones Rick missed because of Jadis as Michonne says, “She robbed us of you being there to see your son being born. Taking his first step.” 😭

I love that she says robbed ‘us’ because Rick being there to see his son being born and RJ's first steps would have been such incredibly special moments for Rick and Michonne to share. 😢

And Jadis really took that from them. Because while yes Rick was going to need the kind of medical assistance the Civic Republic could provide to survive the injuries he got from that rebar, he eventually would have been healed up enough to go home and recover there and be present for at least the tail end of Michonne’s pregnancy and birth. If only he hadn’t been held captive somewhere he couldn’t leave. 😞

Then I absolutely adore that, upon hearing Michonne mention super special milestones that Rick has missed in his wife and son’s life, Rick is immediately on the kill-Jadis train as he says, “Okay, what do we do after she’s dead?” I love the switch-up and how he’s instantly on board. 😋 He knows Jadis has got to go for, as he said before, stealing their family.

Michonne says they’ll do whatever they have to do and sis is not playing. 👏🏽 Jadis ain’t making it out of today alive if Michonne has anything to do with it.

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Michonne rams into Jadis’ car and then they eventually get Jadis to crash off the path. As they continue their Jadis hunt down on foot, Jadis flees and enlists the help of that one noodle-less trio. She clearly has a scheme in mind because one thing about a snake...

In the woods, Rick tells Michonne that the CRM's bases are spread out across the country and they have to figure out which one Jadis hid the dossier in. Rick suggests there might be a route where they can take Jadis alive and talk to her to get some info.

Rick notes how Jadis clearly hated being called Anne and he thinks that the Anne-version of Jadis is still in there somewhere. (Both versions gotta go, in my book 🤷🏽‍♀️)

He says, “If there’s something she can give us first - something to keep Alexandria safe.” But Michonne feels they don’t need Jadis for that when she says, “We’ll keep it safe." And then, determined for Jadis to meet her maker before the sun sets, Michonne adamantly says, "But she’s gonna die.”

You already know I'm with that energy. But I get where Rick is coming from too as he says, “We need to keep it safe without risking anything."

Rick then adds, "I couldn’t see some things. I couldn’t. You helped me. Maybe we can help her, and if we can’t...” And Michonne is in her full deadly mode as she finishes Rick’s sentence saying, “Then I can kill her.” She is not interested in deprogramming that lady. 😂

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First; I love that Rick stays giving Michonne credit for how she helped him. He knows that after the mental warfare the CRM did on him, he was finally able to see the light - the real light not ‘the last light of the world’ - because of his wife.

And second; it’s admirable that Rick has it in his heart to want to help even someone who has done him so wrong. However…Jadis done had too many chances for help and she squandered it or took advantage of it every time cuz she’s a snake through and through. So the time for helping her has passed, which is why Michonne is hellbent on killing her.

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Rick says, “Be my guest." because while he knows Jadis can be a resource to getting things they need, he also doesn't mind if she gets sent six feet under. I mean, killing her was a dream of his so he gets it. 👌🏽

Then Rick says, "Maybe just maim first.” and that delivery is great and always makes me smile. 😊 Rick trying to talk killing down to maiming - you can tell he knows his wife is gonna rip Jadis up somehow someway for everything she’s done to him and their family.

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I don’t think Michonne even quite heard Rick's 'maim' comment cuz she spots some fresh blood on a tree and as a lethal woman on the hunt, she’s immediately ready to follow where it leads. And as they go, this pursuit leads to Richonne's final confrontation with Jadis. 😌👌🏽

#richonne #towl #reveling in richonne #1.05 #RIR (48)#the ones who live #twd towl #michonne grimes #rick grimes #rick x michonne #twol #michonne #rick and michonne #twd: the ones who live #twd #richonnefandom

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Can't stop thinking about the concept of post-Scream (1996) and Billy and Stu's spirits being tied to Sidney for whatever reason. Maybe it's penance. Maybe it's unfinished business. Maybe they never figure it out. But they're just kind of stuck following her.

And maybe it takes her a while to notice. Maybe it takes Billy and Stu a while to become proficient enough at haunting for her to see/hear them and for them to be able to interact with objects or the living. At first they're not even sure they want Sid to know they're there.

But it eventually happens. And NONE of them are thrilled about the situation. For a long while. Maybe Stu finds it kind of funny, but Billy and Sid are PISSED. Billy & Stu aren't always around, though. They sometimes disappear for hours or even days at a time, but they always come back. They have no choice.

They follow Sidney to Windsor College, mock her choice in studies, and cannot stand her boyfriend Derek ("He's so corny it's painful, Sid.") And although Billy & Stu love finding out that they've inspired their own horror movie, they DON'T appreciate the new Ghostface(s) targeting Sidney. Sidney was THEIR final girl and she beat them fair and square. This New Guy should be more original, in their opinion.

When Sidney is distraught over Randy's untimely murder, Billy & Stu are actually a little bummed for her. And him. Stu was even rooting for them a bit. Thought Sid & Randy would have been cute together, but oh well.

And maybe Billy still hates Sidney, but he kind of respects her. He was once genuinely in love with her, before everything. Maybe Stu, who only ever got involved for funsies (and because he'd follow Billy to the ends of the earth) is even a little attached to her. So maybe they do their ghostly best to watch out for her (not that they'd actually tell her this, of course).

And when Billy eventually finds out one of the Ghostface killers was his mom, he spirals a bit (because why does she care NOW but not before he died? What right did she even have to be angry? SHE left HIM). And all Sidney can tell him is "Well, she's dead now."

After Sidney escapes death yet again following the Hollywood murders, she has to deal with several weeks of a falling out between her ghosts. Stu was there, he heard what Roman said about giving Billy pointers. About having a partner he could sell out if need be. And that had hurt more than any knife or smashed TV ever could.

(After a few weeks and with mediation from Sid, Billy finally confesses he never planned to sell Stu out. Only liked the idea of a partner, of not being alone, and Stu was the only person in the world Billy trusted with his life. And who Billy knew was unhinged enough to agree to murder for his friend. Getting this information out of Billy is like pulling teeth because not even death has cured his emotional constipation.)

And this just continues on through the franchise. And despite the fact that Sidney will never forgive Billy & Stu for what they did, she gets used to their presence. Even eventually begins to appreciate them, as fucked up as it is. They become a familiar constant in her life.

When they tease or mock her, Sid's not afraid to remind Stu that she dropped a TV on his face. Or that she put a bullet between Billy's eyes and would gladly do it again. But funny enough, she eventually says these things with very little malice. It's almost like a fun little inside joke. And to be fair, Stu can't think of a more ironic way for him to have died. He gets giggly about it sometimes.

They make fun of Sidney when she starts dating her eventual husband. They make fun of her even harder while she's pregnant because she's often tired, sore, and easily irritated. And while neither Billy nor Stu are big fans of kids, they have to admit Sid and Mark make some pretty cute ones.

Sidney is the one to break the news to Billy, "Congratulations, it's a girl" but 25 years late. She also has to break the news that his daughter is the latest target. And that Stu's nephew was already a victim. Both ghosts are left reeling over this information. Stu is weirdly disappointed to find out Billy cheated on Sid.

("Really, Billy? Didn't you plan an entire murder all because your dad cheated on your mom? And then you had the nerve...?!"

"Stu, while I appreciate you coming to my defense, I find it... fascinating that you're fine with murder but infidelity is where you draw the morality line."

"It's the hypocrisy, Sid! And you didn't deserve that."

"You literally both tried to murder me."

"... not the point, Sid."

If Billy wasn't so flabbergasted at the time, he might have felt more ashamed and embarrassed.)

When Sidney realizes what house Sam is at, Billy & Stu stay with her as she rushes headfirst into danger. All 3 of them are a little sick at setting foot back in that house. Billy & Stu are downright disgusted when they realize the killers are once again The Boyfriend and The Friend. ("Have some fucking originality, I am begging these kids.")

Billy later ends up genuinely thanking Sidney for helping save his daughter. They laugh over the irony of it all. Stu thinks about how Sam reminds him a lot of Sid, weirdly enough. But also of Billy, in some ways. He doesn't say these things out loud. But he does feel oddly protective of the young woman.

And I honestly have no idea how or when to end this concept, it could theoretically go on for decades... but I'm def obsessed with the idea obviously. So, if you actually read through all this (thank you and) feel free to expand upon the idea.

Maybe one day I'll get my shit together and write it out in detail myself. But probably not. BUT MAYBE.

UPDATE: after tons of positive feedback and although I am absolutely shitting myself with nerves, I have officially posted the first chapter of The Ghosts of Our Past for anyone interested.

#sidney prescott #billy loomis #stu macher #hinted at billy loomis x stu macher #underlying one-sided stu macher x sidney prescott if you squint and that's what you're into #scream ficlet #scream 1996 #scream franchise #stuilly #this was maybe too much #oh well

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Untamed

All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Full-time necromancer and part-time cam boy, Wei Wuxian, finds himself unexpectedly homeless. An enthusiastic patron comes to his rescue.

Conversely:

Immortal Cultivator Lan Wangji has been waiting a long time for his deceased husband to be reincarnated again. In retrospect, he should have anticipated that this is how it would go.

myself and this body that they stuck me in by misspickman

"Oh,” Bart says with a hint of surprise in his voice. “You look so pretty.”

“I look like a girl,” he rebuts. He's not sure why he's even continuing this conversation.

Bart, blissfully unaware of Kon's internal crisis, shrugs and says, “Well, I think you'd make a lovely girl."

when I see myself, I always know where you are by suzukiblu

"There's no point in killing Superboy," Match says reasonably. "It's not like you'd care if he died."

"The Agenda thinks I wouldn't care if Superboy died?" Superman asks incredulously, just staring at him. "Why, because he's a clone?"

"Because I reported back my interactions with you when I was pretending to be him," Match corrects, puzzled by the vehemence of the response. "And also the lack thereof."

"What?" Superman says, still just staring.

Stranger Things

smoking guns (hot to the touch) by fivecenturiesverse (+ podfic)

Sure, they've saved the world, but the best part of that really is that it doesn't end there and in a town where everyone thinks he murdered a girl, he's at least got Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. It's really not his fault he accidentally starts living at Steve's house, he was invited, after all. There's a mystery too, about Barbara Holland and Steve's pool.

“Your boner is digging into me,” says Robin, and Steve snorts a tired sort of laugh.

“I don’t have a —”

“You do, I can feel it. Gross.”

“Okay, but it’s only a little one,” he says in a small voice which sounds like he’s impersonating someone.

“Are you ever going to let that go? I peed a little bit when the Russians got the torture devices out, okay?” She sounds amused, though.

Eddie jolts. “Russian torture devices?”

Robin carries on like she didn’t hear him but Steve catches his eye and he’s grinning. “How do you even have a boner dude? You were definitely having a nightmare I know your twitching means a nightmare… Did you have a boner over Vecna?"

M!ik

Iruma's Bloodline Ability by SpeedOfSnake

"Of course!” Asmodeus took the bait. “I am talking about Iruma-sama's ability to wipe the minds of his enemies.”

...Iruma had the ability to do what now?

...

Asmodeus believes Iruma has a bloodline ability, and Iruma tries to figure out why.

Star Wars

Back Where We Belong by thiswildheart

"Obi-Wan," Anakin breathed, and the dread crystallised into heartbreaking terror.

Of course. He should have known. Maybe he had known, but been too afraid to look it in the eye.

Not the kids, not Padmé, but someone as dear to him as they were. No wonder he'd been so sure his family was in danger.

(The war is over and Palpatine's gone, yet traces of his intended empire still threaten Anakin's family. Anakin will not fall again, but he's prepared to use everything the Light can offer to get his brother home.)

#happy friday :))#weekly fic round up #my posts #fic recs #sw recs #untamed recs #m!ik recs #dc recs #stranger things recs

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Safe Haven

Series Part Listing Found Here

Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love.

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 24.

Xilä is my own creation.

Part 19 - Awa'atlu

Legs dangling from her perch, Xilä unseeingly stared out at the flowing mass of water before her. Thick tree roots canopied over the span of the pool and its perimeter- hiding the area from natural light. It made the vegetation littering around her glow even brighter in the dim forest.

Xilä was lost in thought, mulling over the words Jxo had just spilled. Processing.

“I’m not sorry I killed him,” he had said after telling her what he’d done.

Jxo killed T'shteyo.

Jxo killed T'shteyo!

“Do you hate me?” the elder asked, breaking her from her thoughts.

Xilä blinked, then, head snapping so fast to the man seated next to her, a firm, “No.” left her lips. “Never, Jxo. I could never hate you. I don’t- I’m not-” she heaved a breath, “I’m trying to wrap my head around it, is all. I- look, thank you for telling me… it’s just, I thought maybe he’d died some other way… or maybe even-”

Jxo nodded in understanding, he could tell she was trying not to spiral. So he backed off a bit to let her work out her thoughts.

It was a couple weeks after her and Neteyam’s housewarming and he’d been putting off telling her his side of what went down in Li’ona- or what he’d done specifically.

At first, Salveen didn’t think that he should- she thought it would mess with her healing process, but Jxo thought it felt wrong keeping it from her.

He glanced at his wife who was nervously wringing her fingers around as she sat quietly near them. When the silence became too stifling, she nudged him. “Go on,” she mouthed silently, signalling him to continue with a covert jerk of her chin towards their youngest.

“Xilä… when Neteyam first brought you to Sal and I, I vowed to protect you as if you were my own. And then you did- become one of mine. Doesn’t matter how quickly it all happened. Sal and D’avi have always been my world… and now you’re a part of it too. Permanently. You're my kid. Mine and Sal's, in every way that it matters. You look at me with the same eyes as my D’avi. You trust me, don’t you?”

“I do,” Xi replied, a bit choked up.

“Good. So, I’m telling you this in the hopes you won’t hate me for it, but also so I keep that trust you have in me. I may be an old man, darling, but I will always, always fight for you.”

Xi’s tears fell freely now. Head bowed she fell into Jxo’s arms, hoping her hug conveyed her love for him.

A pair of slim arms wrapped around the two of them and the sweet smell of the one and only Sal filled her senses.

When she eventually pulled away, Sal cooed and awed over her, mothering away as though she were a small child. Xilä didn’t care. She smiled and soaked up the affection, feeling loved and wanted.

“Mind if I join in?” a voice called out.

Three heads flicked up to find a beaming D’avi hiding in the shadows of a massive plant, and she was eagerly welcomed into the fold.

Their little family spent the remainder of the afternoon in good spirits. Laughter filled the forest as they swapped story after story.

And at one point when D’avi divulged into a rather overly dramatic and hilarious tale of when Jxo threatened the first boy to ever show an interest in her, the three women had him outnumbered while he tried to justify himself.

Later that night when Xilä crawled into bed, and into her husband’s open arms, she breathed him in deeply, face buried into the crook of his neck.

“How’d it go?” he murmured.

“Good… I’m guessing you already know, but he- Jxo told me… what he did.”

“Hm… How do you feel about it?”

“I feel… maybe relieved?” She wiggled out from her hiding place and perched her chin on his chest, finding his gaze already on her. “There was always this really small part of me that thought he escaped Kayoanaska… I knew he’d be dead, but… I’d have always wondered whether- well doesn’t matter anymore, but there’s closure now, you know?”

Neteyam brushed her cheek with his thumb, tracing over the faint scar left there- forever a reminder.

“I get it. Did he also tell you I was going to do it at first? That I wanted to?”

She nodded.

“I was so mad, so angry. We both felt like we’d failed you… I’m not sorry about it either, I don’t ever think I will be.”

Xi’s lip quirked up a fraction. “That’s exactly what Jxo said. I’m a damn lucky girl to have you two in my life.”

A soft smile graced his lips and in one fluid motion he lifted her higher up the length of his frame to hug her close. “I think we’re the lucky ones, sweetheart. You have no idea.”

Four months later…

“Baby?!” Neteyam called out when he’d gotten home that night, wooden chimes clanking together when he pushed aside the flap of their tent.

“In here!”

Neteyam looked around at their somewhat untidy mainroom. It was clean, but he couldn’t help smirk at the scattered toys, strewn cushions and a very impressive looking blanket fort.

In hanging up his riding-satchel his feet tripped over an overstuffed pack- it was one of the many they’d be taking with them on their trip.

“Was Tuk over today?!” he asked out loud, making his way to their room, accidently stepping on a little wooden figurine with an, “ow, shit,” under his breath.

“Yeah, she and the twins spent the day with me and we- ! Oh hi,” she ended in a blushing whisper when she caught sight of him staring at her from their bedroom entryway.

“Hi…Well don’t you look all cute and comfy,” he mused, taking in his wife’s relaxed position.

Xi was cozied up in their bed while she sewed, propped up against a mass of cushions. A bowl of a variety of fruit sat beside her and soft music played from his personal tablet.

She grinned, stretching her neck up to meet him halfway when he made his way to her side of their hammock and leaned over to peck her lips. “Hi, handsome.”

“Mmm, hi baby,” he hummed, cupping her nape to deepen their kiss before standing tall again. “Did Tuk not have school today?” he wondered as he moved around their room, removing and putting away his articles- jewelry, arm and leg braces, visor, warrior belt.

“She took a sick day,” Xi shrugged, “One day won’t hurt anyone. And today was my day off anyway, so she, me and the twins had a blast. You just missed her. Kiri picked her up.”

“Oh.”

Chewing on a piece of fruit, Xilä stared unabashedly as her husband began to remove his loincloth.

“Three kids, huh? I wonder what that's like?” he half joked, flinging his loincloth into their hamper before starting to splash water on his mud and grime speckled skin from a filled basin in the corner of the room.

Xi tossed a seed at him, hitting square on his left butt cheek which only made him laugh harder.

“Spider came around for lunch too,” she commented, turning back to the cloak she’d abandoned in her lap.

“Is he still sulking?”

“No- well… maybe a little. I think your dad letting him come on the trip is a good thing though. I know he misses Lo’ak. It’s been months.”

“Mhm. Oh yeah and I’m sure he’s also all too eager to cozy up all over my sister on the journey too, right?”

Xilä tossed another seed at her husband. “Be nice. He’s been having a hard time, okay? Kiri’s been getting a lot of attention lately and he’s… adjusting.”

Neteyam grumbled. “Oh don’t remind me. Tasam’s not as slick as he thinks he is either. What exactly is the dynamic there?” he asked, pausing his washing up to fix a frown at his mate.

“Kiri is your sister, handsome. Do you really want me to tell you about the details her love life?”

“Love. Life?!” he exclaimed in horror. “You know what, no. I think I’m good. In any case this is all your sister’s fault.”

Xilä chuckled but didn’t deny the accusation.

Humming softly to the beat of a familiar tune, she made another loop, stab and pull- just the way Sal had taught her, making sure the stitch was as perfect as possible before doing it all over again. She was putting the final touches on a riding cloak that she was excited to wear on their travels.

When Neteyam finished drying off, he prowled towards her in all his naked glory and snaked between her blanket covered thighs.

“How was your day?” she asked softly, one hand abandoning her project to gently stoke up the length of his ear with her thumb. He shivered, just the way she knew he would.

Neteyam released a frustrated groan at the reminder of his day’s events while burrowing his face into the space between her breasts, arms tightening around her waist.

She hissed quietly under her breath at the slight ache and tenderness of her chest but left him in his position.

“Busy. We had a hunt, and lots of last minute arrangements to make before we set off tomorrow,” he sighed, “amongst other things.”

“You sound upset, handsome. Do you want to talk about it?”

Xi moved her sewing and fruit bowl to the side so that she could stroke his hair, palms soothing along the smooth skin of his shoulders and back over and over.

Only after a few long minutes did Neteyam begin his rant.

“A few from the council are back on their bullshit. I had to sit through hours of fuckery today. I swear my dad needs to pull rank and get rid of Fe’ska and her minions. They’re so stuck in their ways and refuse to see the bigger picture! I’m telling you, baby, if I were Olo'eyktan, they’d be gone already.”

“What happened?”

He laid his cheek against her chest, allowing her heartbeat to lull him into calm before continuing.

“They were fighting some of the changes dad’s trying to put in place.”

“What? Which ones?”

“The clan outreach program. They’re fighting our ideas for the sharing of resources, the cross training, the communication set ups. All of a sudden they are questioning years of planning, and right before we set off?”

“Didn’t they agree to it all already, months ago? What changed?”

Neteyam groaned again, the sound vibrating through her body like a rippling wave.

“Who knows? It could be spiteful for all I know. I wouldn’t be surprised if Fe’ska’s just trying to sabotage the entire operation. Eywa knows the woman can hold a grudge. It’s all settled now, but not after a shit ton of back and forth. After the crap they tried to pull with me and Leati, I’m done defending them and following their ways blindly. I put my foot down today and I think they finally realized I’m no longer going to roll over and do their bidding whenever.”

A burst of pride filled Xilä’s chest as she listened to her husband and a happy noise escaped her.

“What, baby?”

“Nothing. I’m just listening to you talk and I have to tell you, I’m so proud of you, ‘Teyam. So very proud of how much you’ve grown.”

Her mate peered up at her with a tiny smile playing at his lips, tail gone lazy and laxed from its tense curl. “Well thank you, sweetheart.”

But then his expression turned from sweet and sincere into devious mirth. “I’m curious though. Just how proud are you?”

From his smile and unspoken intent, Xilä’s cheeks flushed and her nipples pebbled, arousal hitting her far more intense than she was used to.

Playing along, she bit her lip and stroked up the length of both his ears this time- body twitching in response to his shiver. “Maybe I should just prove it to you.”

Neteyam raised up on his palms to hover over her, lips brushing against her own. “What are you waiting for then?” he taunted. “Prove it.”

Grabbing his face in both hands, Xilä fused their lips together. Her kiss was demanding and determined to prove her point.

But just as quickly as she started, he was soon taking over control- kissing her in a way that made her weak.

Impatient, Neteyam pulled away the blanket dividing them, fingers greedily inching their way up the back of her thigh and under her skirt to squeeze at her butt.

Xilä mewled as he mouthed down the length of her throat, fangs and tongue leaving a blazing trail of heat.

“Oh sh- ah!” she gasped when he sharply nipped her collarbone.

In a flash, her top was untied and being torn off and then Neteyam was diving downward, lips parting with the intention of closing around a needy nipple.

He didn’t make it though.

Snapping backwards, his head tilted ever so slightly as his brows creased in confusion.

Was it his imagination or did her tits seem a little… different?

Were they fuller?

It was almost, almost unnoticeable, but the thing was… Neteyam had worshipped and memorized every inch of his wife’s body by now, so, of course he’d notice…

“What? Why’d you st-?” Xilä looked down at her own breasts then back at him. She rolled her eyes in amusement, misunderstanding his staring, thinking he was just savoring the image of them.

Feeling bold, she took advantage of his distracted state and at pushed at his chest until she was the one on top, straddling his lap.

“Nuh uh, you lost your chance. No touching,” she whispered against his lips, moving away the hands that automatically reached to grip her hips.

“Yes, touching,” he all but growled, sinking his fingers into her skin.

“No. Touching,” she ordered firmly, giving him a bruising kiss for good measure, breaking away to fix him with a look.

Neteyam frowned but obeyed anyway and then Xilä was kissing him again, only this time she was the one in control.

Hands on his cheeks, then creeping beneath his hair to grip his nape, she moved him to her liking- tongue punishing and dominant in a way she’d never been before.

Xi nipped the hinge of his jaw, sucked at the juncture of his neck and peppered tiny, almost featherlight kisses down his throat. And all the while, she ever so slowly rocked against the hard length pressed between her thighs.

Palms planted on his chest, she pushed him flat onto his back and grazed her fingertips purposely over his nipples. He shuddered and inhaled sharply from the action, so she did it again.

A sense of satisfaction filled her at the sight of him beneath her like this.

She felt powerful.

“Are you really not going to let me touch you?” he rasped, grumpily.

“Yep,” she replied in English, popping the P with a little giggle.

Flirtatiously biting her lip, she locked eyes with him whilst making slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, grinding down onto his bare shaft, making him grunt and buck up in response.

Neteyam raised onto his elbows, hips rocking in time with hers. She felt incredible, but he wanted- no, needed more.

“At least let me see you,” he begged.

Giving in, she lifted the bottom front of her skirt that was draped around them and tucked it into her waistband.

From his view, he could now see her clothed center working over his dick that laid flat on his abdomen. The thin fabric covering her was drenched, saturated in her slick and was now soaking him as she rotated between rocking back and forth and then rolling in tight, precise circles.

She paused and lifted up a little to pull the material to the side, allowing her to glide along him better with direct contact.

“Fuck.” Neteyam’s mouth watered. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. It was torment not being able to touch her.

“Mmm, you feel so good,” she sighed, eyes closing in bliss.

Xilä had them both moaning within seconds as her rhythm picked up speed, clit dragging right at the perfect angle.

“Baby-” he choked, jaw clenched and straining while he struggled not to burst.

Xi hissed when she cupped her breasts. Too pent up to make sense of the new sensation, she pinched and squeezed at sensitive mounds which caused her both mild discomfort and blinding pleasure.

“Oh shit, I’m coming!” Head thrown back and body gone taught, she reached her peak in a sweet symphony of melodic mewls and whines.

Neteyam groaned at the pretty smile she gave him when she shivered from an aftershock, still coming down from her high.

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me. Please let me touch you now. Please.”

Xi leaned over and pecked his lips. “Not just yet.”

He couldn’t help but squirm when she began moving downwards, sensually mouthing at his chest before venturing lower- her hair tickling him as she went. She was doing a damn swell job of pretending his dick wasn’t currently dragging along her skin, painting her with pre-cum.

Piercing silver eyes peered up at him as her tongue traced the lines of his abs. She swirled around his belly button painstakingly slow then mouthed lower and lower, before finally, finally planting a soft kiss right on the head of his seeping tip.

“Xilä!” His hips jumped on their own accord. He was painfully hard and her teasing ministrations weren’t helping one fucking bit. “Xilä-”

“No touching,” she said again, waiting patiently until he released her hair that he’d habitually fisted.

She smirked when his throat bobbed and nostrils flared, chest heaving from his deep breaths.

This was new for them. He was always the one in control and Xilä knew this must have been difficult for him. She on the other hand was ablaze in excitement.

Xi made herself comfortable between his thighs and swept her hair back. With another delicate kiss to him and tiny lick, she watched entranced as he twitched- the head of his dick angry and weeping in need.

Neteyam’s breathing came out in faster puffs and pants when she finally took him in her mouth, fingers barely completely squeezing around his base as she bobbed her head up and down. He was hot and heavy and delicious.

“Fuck! Fuck.” Neteyam surrendered. Elbows giving up and falling flat into their sheets, his head tipped back with a loud groan.

Xilä set a steady rhythm of licking, sucking and stroking- just the way he’d taught her. Neteyam was big, and no matter how much she relaxed her mouth and throat, she could never take all of him.

It never stopped her from trying though…

“Ngh! Shi- Fuck!” His moan sent a rippling vibration through her when she took him as deep as possible- breathing through her nose and holding him in her throat until her reflex kicked in.

Hollowing her cheeks, she released him with a messy pop, and still stroking, she watched him eagerly- watched the way his muscles tensed and tail coiled, watched the way his hips bucked and jaw hung open as he fisted their sheets and clenched his thighs- one arm flung over his closed eyes and furrowed brows.

She loved that he was so responsive- so vocal. It didn’t matter that her own body was begging to be touched- hot and aching and desperate for another release. Xilä was enjoying every minute of this.

“Where do you want to come?” she asked him, small fist still pumping his impressive length.

Thoughts scattered and hazy, he choked out an, “In you- inside you.”

She knew that would be his answer.

Releasing him, she crawled into his lap again, uncomfortably wet and throbbing between her thighs.

“Tsaheylu,” he urged.

Xi nodded and made the bond, sucking in air as the sensation washed over her. Every time.

“Xilä, if I’m not inside of you within the next three seconds I swear to Eywa I’m going to- gah! Shit!”

They moaned in unison when she sank down onto him- taking him by surprise when she took him all at once in one go, walls pulsing and clenching around him in a vice-like grip.

Stuffed full, she whimpered and, hand palming at the little bulge he always created in her stomach, she whined quietly as she adjusted.

“Baby?”

“I’m good,” she laughed through a wince. “Mmm, how many times are we going to do this before I remember that it keeps taking my breath away?”

He snickered, holding in a grunt while his eyes roamed over her. ‘Fucking gorgeous’ he thought. Her skirt fluttered around their thighs, hiding where they were joined, and he ached to tear it away.

“Sweetheart, you need to move,” he pleaded.

Xi nodded and then she was lifting up and dropping down again, using his abs for balance.

The build up she created had been so much by now that the pleasure was intense and all too consuming. Their room was filled with pants and gasps and sharp intakes of air as she moved.

It didn’t take long because the next thing he knew, he was coming. Hard. Groans and curses turned loud and maddening, he jerked beneath her- jaw clenching tightly as warmth erupted inside of her.

Xilä chased after him, fingers reaching down to strum her clit as her bouncing pace turned into a desperate grind. She collapsed over him the second she crested, teeth sinking into his bicep to muffle her scream as a powerful orgasm hit her in rolling waves.

Heavy breathing and shudders were the only sounds to be heard after that.

“Did I… was it good?” she asked as her body trembled and twitched in tiny jerks.

Neteyam snorted, snickering in between his own pants. “I’m fighting so damn hard to catch my breath after coming oh so fucking hard, and you my sweet wife, want to know if it… was good?”

Xilä hummed with a pleased smile, eyes closing in satisfying exhaustion.

“Can I touch you now?”

With a laugh muffled into his skin where she’d just bitten, she nodded. “Yes.”

One large hand instantly sank into her hair while the other gently dragged along her back. “That was- that was something else, baby. Fucking good…”

“But…?”

“But you’re in trouble, sweetheart. Big trouble.”

She grinned, already know that she was. “Yeah, I figured,” she yawned. “It was fun while it lasted. No spanking tonight though. I need to be able to fly Journey without wincing in pain.”

“Mmmm, you’re lucky we’re off to Awa'atlu tomorrow,” he teased, reaching down to fondle her ass.

“I’m excited,” she said for probably the hundredth time now. “I’ve never seen the ocean before.”

“You’ll love it. And well, we’ve been practicing your breathing and deep water diving, so you’ll be far better prepared than we were for our first time,” he murmured into her hair, fingers still idly playing with her braids.

“Hm, alright,” she said, blinking open her eyes. “Oh wow. I think I bit you too hard.” Xi frowned, fingertip tracing over the indentations of her teeth on his bicep. “Sorry.”

“I didn’t even notice.” He lifted his arm to see and barely blinked an eye at it.

Clanking sounds alerted them that someone was outside and Xi tensed.

“Are you expecting someone?”

“Crap, I forgot Si'dvol was dropping off my bow tonight.” Neteyam seriously did not want to move at all right now.

“Why does he have your bow?”

“The string was getting a bit loose. He’s the only one I trust with my bow anyway, so I asked him to do a full repair for me since we’ll be gone for so long. I got to move you, I’m sorry, baby.”

Xi whined unhappily from having to leave her comfortable sprawled position over his chest, but allowed herself to be manhandled out of it. She squirmed when his dick slipped out of her, instantly missing the stretch and fullness of him.

“Be right back,” he promised with a kiss to her jaw before rushing to snag on a loincloth.

Stretching out her limbs, Xi smiled to herself. She was blissfully happy and contentedly tired.

Neteyam’s poor tablet laid forgotten at the edge of their bed, so she mustered the strength to roll onto her stomach to reach for it and pressed the little play sign to resume whatever song it was last on.

Funny how she could somewhat use the device at last. She wanted to fling it away the first time Neteyam had tried teaching her to use it. She could never understand why all the strange symbols were so difficult to click.

Cheek resting on her folded forearms, she listened to the soft strumming sounds of the music, tail waving in time with the beat, while her eyes drooped.

By the time her mate returned to their bed, his hands were instantly back on her. “Why are these still on?” he grumbled, easing off her skirt and soaked undercloth from behind and flinging them across the room.

“Mmm.” Xi arched when his fingers found her center to quickly and carefully push back in any escaping droplets.

He was extra thorough lately, especially ever since their discussion and agreement to officially start a family together. Sure she had been careless with her tea before, but they’d been only actively trying for about a month now.

When he slumped down next to her, she cuddled into his side eagerly, nose finding its favourite place, squished under his jaw.

One arm supporting her head and the other flung across her waist, he tugged her flush against him. He was hard, and wanted her again, but when he heard her yawn for the third time, he backed out of initiating a second round.

“What are you looking forward to the most when we get to Awa’atlu?” she asked him.

“Seeing Lo’ak again. I missed the skxawng,” he chuckled. “And the sea. I can’t wait to go exploring again. What about you?”

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot actually. Your grandmother said that the Metkayina have a unique way of healing... Do you think their Tsahìk would teach me a few things if I asked?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“What is she like though?”

“Ronal? Mm, I think maybe Ronal’s much like my grandmother. Both are stern and no nonsense, but if you know my grandmother, you’d know she’s nothing but a big ole softy. You’ll be fine.”

“M’kay,” she mumbled sleepily.

Later that night as Xilä slept, Neteyam couldn’t help but stare at her, utterly mesmerized and devastatingly in love.

Shuffling downward he pushed aside the blanket he’d covered her with and pressed a kiss to her flat stomach, silently mouthing a prayer to Eywa.

He was very much looking forward to their future together as parents.

“You need to tighten that strap,” Neteyam ordered to the wrangler who was helping him ready Xilä’s ikran for their travels ahead, “and double knot the harness ties. They’re too slack, she can go sliding right off.”

He gained a “yes, sir” in response.

Neteyam checked over the secureness of the packs strapped to the ikran’s hide, pulling and tugging to make sure everything stayed in place before rounding to her front.

He patted her neck and tossed her a treat with a whispered, “Take good care of our girl out there, yeah?”

Journey purred when he scratched a spot under her jaw, nipping at his fingers as if asking for more treats.

A baby's shriek had him glancing over to where Xi was standing. She was surrounded by her family who had come to see her off- baby L’eo in her arms with a handful of her hair in his drooling mouth.

Sal was hugging her over and over again every few minutes and D’avi seemed to be talking a mile a minute, making Xi laugh while Yalnïk and Jxo hovered- the elder cradling a sleeping L’eya.

Jake approached his son with every intention of asking for a status report, but observing the way Neteyam’s brow crinkled in thought, he asked instead, “Everything alright, son?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Yeah, everything’s…” Neteyam shut his mouth and shook his head. “Dad, can I ask you a personal question?”

“‘Course, kid.”

“When you and mom… uh,” he struggled to find the right words. “When did- crap,” he heaved a breath then spewed, “How long did it take to find out that mom was pregnant? I mean- like as in, how long did it take… for you guys?”

“Oh. Ohh.” Jake’s brows rose high up at the question. “Ah, well for the first time, maybe just a couple of weeks? We found out about you right after the battle against the RDA, so a surprise, but not long at all.”

Neteyam nodded, swallowing down his disappointment. “Right,” he cleared his throat, “thanks.”

“But for Tuk,” Jake added quickly, “we didn’t even know for sure until your mother started showing.”

He squeezed Neteyam’s shoulder, “Son, it’s different for every couple and each pregnancy of its own is unique. Sometimes- sometimes it can take a while to happen.”

“I know. I really do, I’m just-” Unable to help himself, he grinned, thoughts drifting to an image of his mate swollen and round with his baby- their baby.

Impatient. He was terribly excited and impatient.

Jake released an amused huff as if he could read his thoughts. “You’ll be a great father, Neteyam.”

His head flicked up in surprise at his dad. “You think so?”

“No. I know so, kid.” His head jerked to Xilä. “She knows it too.”

“Thanks, dad,” he replied, chest light and grateful. “Did you want to go over the final report now?”

Halfway through his update, both men were distracted by a sound. Kiri’s giggle had them glancing over to her, which was weird because well, Kiri never giggled- at least, not like that.

“Disgusting right?” Spider scowled, coming up beside them as they all stared at Kiri and her admirer.

“Mm. I don’t like it,” Jake frowned with folded arms.

“Me neither,” Neteyam rasped deeply. “Are they-”

“No,” Spider answered before he could ask. “But he’s always around now. Can’t you leash him? He’s your friend.”

“Always around? You mean this isn’t new? When did this shit start?” Jake demanded.

They all watched from a distance as Tasam placed a brightly coloured flower behind Kiri’s ear. She laughed at whatever it was he was telling her- his cheeks slightly tinged in blush that Neteyam would have never had expected to come from the mighty Tasam… a warrior he knew he would choose to be his second-in-command when the time came.

“BOYS!” Neytiri hissed as she passed, snapping them out of their glowering. “Enough with the glaring and the bitching. Leave her alone!”

“Xi, I’d owe you forever if you could bring me back a Metkayina castaway net. I’ve only ever heard stories of how incredible they are.”

“You want her to haul back an entire fishing net?” Jxo’s gruff voice asked incredulously. “Thing probably weighs more than she does.”

“Yeah but Jxo, it’s a Metkayina castaway net,” Yalnïk stressed- as if that made anymore sense.

Xilä laughed at their bickering while trying to gently ease L’eo’s fingers out from her hair. “I’ll see what I can do, ‘Nïk.”

“Are sure you’re up for the trip, darling?” Salveen asked Xi again after seeing her yawn for the umpteenth time that morning.

“Of course. Don’t mind me. I’m just really tired for some reason. I’ll be okay, mother,” she said without thinking- the name slipping from her lips and ending in a gasp when she registered what she’d said. “I- Sal-”

Xi had been calling Sal mother for a very long time now- to other people mostly and many times over in her head. But never actually out loud to Sal herself. The same to be said about Jxo.

“Darling…” Sal's eyes misted and her cheeks plumped in sheer happiness at finally being called mother. She wrapped up Xi in another hug, squeezing her tightly.

Baby L’eo released a shriek of glee from between them, little hands abandoning her hair to grab fistfuls of his grandmother’s beaded shawl instead.

“Wow, Xi, now she’s definitely going to be crying the entire time you’re gone,” D’avi teased, meeting her father’s eyes as they both shared a smile.

Xi’s goodbye with her family was bittersweet and filled mostly with the chatter and fussing of Sal and D’avi. Jxo did a good job of hiding his sadness, but she knew better.

“Xilä,” Mo’at’s aged voice called serenely.

“Be right back,” Xi told them, handing over little L’eo to his dad who tossed him up in the air then landed noisy kisses into the squealing baby’s cheeks.

“Tsahìk,” she greeted the elder when she made her way to her.

“Oh hush now. I keep telling you to call me grandmother. When will you listen, child?” she chided mildly. “Come, let me look at you.”

The Tsahìk fixed a few of Xi’s askew braids then grasped her hands into hers as she looked her over. “Hmm. Do you feel fine enough to go on the trip?”

Xilä laughed. “Perfectly fine. Why wouldn’t I be? Are you over-worrying like my mother seems to be doing?”

“Perhaps,” she mused. “Can’t an old woman just be worried about her granddaughter-in-law who she won’t be seeing until who knows how long?”

“I’ll miss you too, grandmother,” Xi teased. “Although it seems like you’ve been worried for weeks. I’m not complaining- honest… but I have noticed you hovering.”

“Bah! Fine, I admit that I have, and I have my reasoning- ah, ‘Teyam, perfect,” she greeted her grandson when he made his way to them, his lips finding and pressing against Xi’s temple. “Good that you’re here too.”

“Grandmother,” he acknowledged kindly. “It’s almost time for us to go,” he told them.

“I’ll be quick,” she said with a flick of her wrist. “Now listen, young man. You take good care of her, understood? No wild tricks and risky flying. No pushing daylight- if she needs to stop to rest, you stop. Xilä, don’t be afraid to tell him off, do not worry about stalling the others- no more people pleasing nonsense either. Remember our sessions, yes?”

Both Neteyam and Xilä nodded obediently, not daring to question the elder’s sudden out of character orders.

“Eywa,” she whispered, lips finally breaking into a smile as she observed them. “Well? Aren't you two going to hug me?” she snapped, making them both blow out breaths of amusement and wrap her up into a group embrace.

A loud horn alerted them that their fleet was assembled and ready.

It was time to go.

Their group’s travels to the Metkayina clan went far smoother than Neteyam expected. And after only two minor incidents- one where they had to hunker down due to an unexpected passing storm and the other when they encountered a wild flock of small but vicious flying beasts, they were still able to make it on time like his father had initially planned.

With the end finally in sight when Neteyam spotted a familiar cluster of islands in the distance, and when a wafting smell of salty seas hit him, nostalgia flooded his senses.

Looking back at their fleet, he took in all the faces in awe at the wondrous scenery before them. Xilä especially, gleamed.

A crowd of welcoming faces and gleeful hoots greeted them from the shorelines of Awa'atlu. Once they landed and dismounted from their ikrans, Neteyam flanked his father as they made their way towards the gathered Metkayina.

Xilä stuck close to him while nerves and excitement danced in her tummy, anxious eyes darting around shyly. She hugged her riding cloak around her more, feeling slightly out of place as a few people openly observed her- most likely probably wondering what she was doing with the Omaticaya.

Her mate who seemed to pick up on her emotions brushed her lightly on the back of her thigh with his tail, silently comforting her.

A towering man with a face tattoo approached Jake, face stoic as both men made respectful gestures to each other. I see you.

“Tonowari,” Jake acknowledged, tone light and friendly.

“My friend, Jakesully, it has been far too long,” Tonowari responded, his grin finally appearing to match Jake’s as they clasped arms together.

The massive man’s eyes spanned the rest of their company, head bowed in welcome.

Jake introduced their group quickly and Xi paid caution to make her proper respects to the clan leaders, feeling slightly unnerved as Ronal who was introduced as their Tsahìk eyed her in questioning interest.

Xilä stepped back with a few of the others who had accompanied them. There was Norm, Akrew who was one of Jake’s most trusted council members and five warriors. They all watched as Metkayina and Omatikaya friends reunited in hugs and laughter.

Lo’ak who she spotted right away was immediately tackled by an overly excited Tuk, Spider following right behind her, eager to greet his best friend.

Neytiri was embraced by an intimidating Ronal who then seemed to introduce a cute little boy who looked just like her.

Kiri greeted a pretty girl with large blue eyes and a dazzling smile. And even Neteyam had been approached by two men, one of whom had a startling resemblance to Tonowari.

“Xi, sweetheart,” Neteyam called, reaching out for her and pulling her back to his side.

Neteyam introduced her as his mate to Rotxo and the ever famous Aonung. Both men gawked at her momentarily before shooting Neteyam with impressed looks of “well done”.

“Well aren't you a lucky bastard, brother,” Aonung guffawed, eyes never leaving a flushing Xilä for a second. “What’s a gorgeous thing like you doing with a forest skxawng like him?” he joked, grinning wildly when Neteyam purposely glowered at him- side eye sharp and deadly.

“You should be careful, Aonung,” Xilä said sweetly, cheek cushioned into her mate’s pec, “My husband might just kick your ass- again,” she said, gaining a not so stifled snort from Rotxo while Aonung’s brows shot up in shock, evidently rendered mute.

Neteyam hid his amusement in her hair by pressing a chase kiss to it as he pulled her closer with a palm to the back of her neck, silently pleased.

“Well fuck me,” Aonung chuckled, observing the pair of them. “I do apologize, Xilä. Forgive me.” He squinted at Neteyam over the top of her head, “Did you really have to tell her that story, bro?”

When a couple others joined their circle to welcome Neteyam, Xilä eventually squirmed away from her mate and left him to continue catching up with his friends, then made her way over to Lo’ak.

Her brother-in-law greeted her warmly with a hug and an enthusiastic “XiXi!” She missed hearing the nickname, he was the only one who called her that after all.

“Soooo, where is she?” Xilä whispered excitedly as she scanned the mass of bodies gathered on the beach. “Is Tsireya the pretty one talking to Kiri over there?”

Lo’ak snagged her pointing finger away. “Sheesh Xi, chill out will you? Don’t-” Her sudden gasp interrupted his scolding.

“Is that a tattoo?!” Xilä shrieked, poking at his side with interest. “Lo’ak!”

“Ow- shit! Xi, it’s still fresh.”

“Sorry. It’s lovely, but what does it mean?”

“Pfft what?! It’s not lovely,” he complained, “it’s badass, Xi. Badass. Do you know what I had to do to earn this? There’s nothing lovely about it.”

A melodic giggle interrupted Lo’ak’s attempts of batting Xi’s hands away. Said pretty Na’vi Xi had previously pointed at, giggled again when they both straightened up like children caught being naughty. Lo’ak turning sheepish, melted at the sight of her- fingers reaching to tangle with hers.

“Hey,” he murmured to her.

Beam blinding, Xilä’s eyes bounced between them, excitement doubling over at their joint fingers. “Hi!”

“Hi!” who Xi assumed was Tsireya, said back.

Lo’ak snorted at their behaviour and then it was he who bridged the gap between the two females.

“Tsireya, this is Xilä, my favourite sister-in-law in the entire world,” he joked, making Xi roll her eyes fondly. “And Xi, this is… this my Tsireya,” he said with a soft smile which made the girl duck her head in a blush.

‘Awwwwwww,’ Xi mentally sang, or judging by Lo’ak’s whiny “Xiiiii” she may have cooed her awws out loud. They were so freaking cute together.

Tsireya and Xilä were an instant friendship in the making. Both girls launched into easy conversation as if they’d always known each other and Lo’ak eventually left them to their own devices to reunite with his parents.

“Why have you brought a pregnant woman with you?” Ronal’s strong voice suddenly called out. “Ikrans are known for their temperament. Did you honestly think it was wise to-”

“What pregnant woman?” Jake interrupted, panicked and suspicious eyes falling on his wife who instantly smacked his chest with a fierce glare at him for even thinking it was her.

All conversations lulled and wide eyes and confused frowns stared back at the intimidating looking Tsahìk.

Face flashing in understanding, Ronal shook her head quickly. “Forgive me. I seemed to have misspoken. Come. Come! A feast has been prepared in your honour, my friends. Tsireya, show them to their marui first.”

A perplexed Xilä shot a few nearby others a confused smile, shrugging in a way that conveyed, “I don’t know either, but that was weird.”

“Come with me,” Tsireya grinned, taking her hand to pull her along, “I’ll show you where you will be staying.”

The two weeks that followed for Xi were packed full of all sorts of exciting activities and events… and sex.

So many clan leaders and their company arrived after them, all equally welcomed by the Metkayina. There were representatives from Tipani, Anurai, Ta'unui, Sarentu and so many others that Xilä had never even heard of.

It was fascinating seeing their varying hues of blues and all the little or big differences in each clan’s physicalities. Even more so the sight of the mingling clans and cultures all clashed together.

There were feasts and celebrations, music, food and dance.

Xilä in particular spent the majority of her time with Tsireya, Kiri and Tuk.

She was still learning how to ride an ilu, making more and more progress with each lesson. It was more difficult than she expected, but she refused to give up.

The girls went exploring every day- venturing out to all of the must see hidden locations of Awa'atlu and Tsireya, ever patient with her, started teaching Xi simple signs for when they explored underwater.

Neteyam’s days were far more over scheduled than hers. They had after all come here for a reason and he had a big role to play. Xilä was so proud of him. She had even snuck in once to hear one of his speeches. He was his father’s right hand man during all meetings, paving the way for a better future for the generations to come.

If he wasn’t attending one of the many daily delegation meetings, he was keeping busy somehow. Her mate was adamant to pull his weight and help out wherever he could.

Neteyam, Jake and Lo’ak joined in on hunts, fished early almost every morning, and yet still, her mate managed to make time to take her on romantic strolls at night along the beach.

As for the sex… Well, Neteyam was a man on a mission- not that she was complaining. Their lovemaking- no, babymaking, was at an all new level. Neteyam was greedy when it came to their sex, taking her in all sorts of new positions they’d never tried before- places included.

One time he fucked her right in the sea against the pole of a wooden pier while whispering all sorts of things that made her blush as she bit down hard on her bottom lip to quell her moans.

He’d gotten even more bossy too- Making her do ridiculous things like stay in bed with her hips in the air after he’d come inside her, fingers forever ensuring she’d taking every last bit of his seed.

He kept her hydrated and banned her from drinking any of the spirits that was served during clan meals.

Truth be told, Xilä loved it all. She’d told him as much already before. Although she basked in his sweet and tenderness, she was downright obsessed with his bossy side, and Xilä felt as if she was constantly turned on lately- and again, she was not complaining.

Suffice to say she was enjoying every moment of their baby making journey. Who wouldn’t want to be woken up right on the cusp of a mind blowing orgasm every morning… and stuffed to the brim with come?

Awa'atlu was also a dream. It was the first time she understood the term vacation. Her only issue was the food. She couldn’t stand any of it. So far she’d been living off the provisions they’d packed with them for the journey over. But other than that, Xilä was perfectly happy.

The good momentarily came crashing down one evening however- when Neteyam came back badly injured.

“Xi.”

She said nothing, head bowed and focused.

“Xilä.”

Still nothing.

“You’re mad at me.” It was a statement, not a question.

Xilä’s head snapped up from the wound she was dressing. “Of course I’m mad, Neteyam!” she hissed under her breath. “You could have died! When did you get so stupid?”

They were both huddled and partly hidden in the corner of a busy marui, surrounded by other patients and busy healers.

“We were just having fun- being idiots. It didn’t look that dangerous at first, and anyway, Aonung said-” He shut up when she fixed him with a seething, piercing glare.

“Aonung said the wave was massive. It could have crushed you, Neteyam- killed you all! Rotxo’s shoulder is dislocated, Aonung’s tail looks mangled, he’s lucky it didn’t break completely. Lo’ak suffered a head injury that could have been far worse- even his ilu has an injured flipper and I just finished putting sixteen stitches into your side! You can’t do this to me, Neteyam- you can’t just-”

“Okay, okay, you’re right,” he soothed, cupping her cheek, guilt churning in his stomach at the sight of her distress- tears rapidly pooling in her eyes. “It was foolish of me. I’m sorry, baby. I won’t let it happen again. I promise.”

Xilä nodded with a sniffle, then promptly burst into tears, full body shaking as she quietly sobbed into her palms.

“Shit. Xilä, come here. I’m sorry.” Neteyam tugged her sideways into his lap and she went without complaint, one hand clutching his nape to keep him close. She was mildly embarrassed by the scene she may have been causing- but no one except one person paid them any mind.

Neteyam met his mother’s questioning and concerned eyes from across the room where she was crouched beside Lo’ak and Tsireya- both women looking like they’d been giving him the same lecture Xi had. He shrugged helplessly at his mom while he held Xi.

It had been a stupid alright.

He and the guys decided to let loose and go exploring in their free time. Only they went venturing too far out near a rocky patch of sea where the waters were rough and choppy. The waves grew higher with each passing minute, and all of them being stupid and reckless- they decided to continue on.

By the time the tide began to recede far too quickly, they knew they were in trouble. It was too late to turn back; there was no way they would be able to outrun a growing wave of that height and mass.

They were lucky to be alive and come out of it with minor damage.

However, they made things worse by coming back to the clan wielding their injuries and telling their tall tale of “almost dying” in a joking manner, which was not taken lightly by their families- especially their women.

Xilä was pissed at him. She’d taken one look at the gaping, bleeding wound on his side and dragged him right to the healers to patch him up herself, giving him the silent treatment the entire time.

“Xi, you’re breaking my heart. Please don’t cry.”

“Well you just about broke mine, you big dummy!” she quarreled while wiping at her cheeks. “I don’t even know why I’m crying this much,” she shuddered, “but I’m so mad at you. You came back to me, bleeding and hurt. Stupid you and your stupid brother and your stupid friends were laughing Neteyam- laughing over the fact that you all almost died!” she hissed quietly. “You can’t joke about things like that. Not to me.”

“I know. I know… I’m such a skxawng, right?”

“The biggest,” Xi agreed. She sat up and traced her fingers over his skin in worry. “Are you in pain?”

He shook his head, and kissed her wrinkled brow, her sniffling nose and pecked her lips. “No, baby. My wife is a badass healer. She patched me up real good.”

Xilä wanted to sob all over again. She also maybe needed a nap.

What was wrong with her today?

Stomach rolling and twisting, Xi wrinkled her nose at the sight of Spider and Lo’ak stuffing their faces with the seared fish that was delivered to them for breakfast. She had finally run out of her packed rations two days ago and had no choice but to indulge in the traditional Metkayina meals now… It was not going well.

She sniffed her portion for the third time then put it back down, unable to bear the smell. “Does it taste good to you?” she whispered to her mate who was eating his meal without issue. “It smells funny.”

“Does it?” Neteyam sniffed his own, then hers, and shook his head. “It’s good, babe. Fresh. The same as yesterday. Do you want to try mine instead?” he offered.

“Mm. No thanks.”

“Xi, you gonna eat that?” Spider asked, eyeing her abandoned meal.

“Oh, have at it!” she exclaimed eagerly, relieved to get it out of her sight.

“Not hungry, again, Xi? You need to eat, you didn’t have dinner last night,” Neteyam said gently.

“I know, but it’s the fish… and the clams and those ugly squiggly ones I could never pronounce- and pretty much everything here. It’s not agreeing with me,” she murmured back. “I miss yovo fruit,” she sighed, slouching into his side unaware that Neytiri was listening to them as she got to her feet. “Am I complaining too much? I feel like I am.”

“You’re fine, sweetheart but I’m a little worried about you now.”

“Here, Xi,” Neytri said, rejoining their family breakfast huddle. “It’s not freshly picked, but it’s the last of the provisions from our trip.”

Xilä gasped loudly, accepting the bowl of overly ripe, bruised yovo fruit like it was the most precious gift she’d ever gotten.

The entire family paused their eating and stared at her when she suddenly started to cry, smiling between her tears as she thanked Neytiri while hugging the bowl to her chest.

“Is she crying over the… half rotten fruit?” Spider asked not so quietly to an equally baffled Kiri.

“Maybe it’s her happy tears again,” Tuk chimed in- also not as quietly.

“Again?” Kiri asked.

“Yep. She cried when I gave her a pretty sea stone that I said looked like her eyes. She said they were happy tears,” Tuk shrugged.

Lo’ak frowned. “She cried when I kissed Tsireya in front of her two days ago… what’s with her?”

“Shut up,” Jake hissed at them quietly. “Eat,” he ordered, and they all instantly went back to their meals, all- and even Jake, failing to cover up their obvious glances at a still blubbering Xilä.

Neytiri smiled easily at Xilä- unperturbed by her tears, eyes crinkling as if she’d just confirmed some hidden secret.

“Baby, are you sure you’re okay?” Neteyam asked in concern, palm testing the temperature of her forehead and neck. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m fine, fine,” she huffed with an embarrassed laugh. “Please ignore me, you guys. I think I’m probably just a little homesick is all.”

When breakfast was over, they all went their separate ways. Neteyam fussed over her some more before eventually leaving her with a kiss and a murmured, “I love you,” while he cheekily and covertly squeezed her butt.

Around midday Xilä nerves suddenly kicked in when she got summoned to immediately meet with the clan’s Tsahìk.

Ronal’s healing tent was much like Mo’at’s, but all different at the same time. It was cozy and almost familiar- infused with medicinal aromas and heavily cluttered with hanging, dried pods and plants, little pots and baskets.

There were a couple mats rolled out and ready for incoming patients, a well worn work table filled with instruments and ingredients and in the far corner, a bubbling pot of some kind of medicinal concoction.

It also had an incredible view of a stretch of mauris, allowing them to see the doings of clan members going about their daily routines.

The Tsahìk greeted Xilä warmly, welcoming her with a platter of a variety of fish and clams- which she only picked at out of politeness.

They chatted and made pleasant small talk. Ronal asked her many questions about her life with the Omatikaya and Xilä was more than happy to sing their praises.

Halfway through her visit, Xi turned embarrassed when her stomach growled loudly, yet her meal remained untouched.

Ronal didn’t bat an eye however and Xilä was forever grateful when the older woman offered her fresh fruit instead. It was no yovo fruit, but it was delicious all the same and she inhaled it with gusto.

“I’ve been meaning to invite you to come by for some time now and make my apologies,” Ronal said, gaze unnerving- watching Xi carefully as if waiting for a reaction. “But you know how busy we’ve been with the current meetings.”

“Apologies?”

“Yes. I learned this odd saying from Lo’ak… What is it again? Ah yes- I almost spilled the beans.”

When Xilä blinked at her in confusion, Ronal continued, “In truth, I honestly had no idea your pregnancy was still a secret.”

Xi choked on her cup of some kind of brewed seaweed tea. “My what?”

“Your pregnancy… how is it coming along?”

Ronal’s lips cracked into a smile when Xilä gaped at her, mouth opening then closing- no words falling out. “Ah, so you did not know then?” she asked, pursing her lips when Xi remained silent. “Xilä… You are pregnant, my dear,” she revealed gently.

Xilä licked her lips, hand moving to hover over her flat stomach. Pregnant?

Meanwhile Ronal moved away their tea, then began plucking and fiddling with odd items and ingredients. “This is good news, I hope?” she asked, trying to gauge Xi’s reaction. “Will your mate be happy?”

“What?” Xi asked, blinking out of her initial shock. “Yes. No, yes it’s wonderful news,” she said quietly, a soft smile gracing her lips. “And no, Neteyam won’t just be happy, my mate will be ecstatic. It’s all he’s wanted for so long now.”

“Hmm, well that pleases me to hear. How long have you two been trying for?”

“We’ve- we’ve been trying for about over a month now,” she replied, unable to help her blush at the question.

“A month?” Ronal clicked her tongue. “Hmmm. We shall see then, yes?”

She hummed a melodic chant under her breath and lit a small bundle of dried leaves, waving the fragrant smoke towards Xilä’s stomach. Taking Xi’s hand she made a tiny prick with a needle and squeezed a drop of her blood into a cup of clear liquid.

Xilä stared entranced by the older woman’s actions, keeping quiet as she watched the clear liquid change colour while Ronal’s chants grew louder before quieting.

“Trying for a month you say…Bah! My dear, you seem to be around the end of your third month.”

“What?!” Shaking her head in disbelief, Xi racked her mind. “Three months… I’m three months pregnant?! Are you sure? Of course you’re sure. You are Tsahìk. I mean I know before we officially decided that I’d been careless with the tea but…Three months. Three months. How did I not know… how have I not known?! I’m a healer in training- I-”

“And these things can happen to anyone. Don’t be too harsh on yourself.”

“Ronal,” Xi glanced at her stomach. “I’m not showing though.”

“It happens. No disrespect, my child but you are quite small in stature as well… Xilä, every pregnancy is beautifully different in their own way. I myself didn’t start showing until my fourth month with my Tsireya. She was a very tiny baby.”

“Oh. Okay,” she whispered, feeling her panic ebb away. “You must think me such a fool. I feel like I’ve forgotten everything Mo’at taught me on the subject.”

“Of course I don’t think that. You’re having a perfectly normal reaction. Now… Have you been having symptoms?”

“Well, since you’ve mentioned it… tender breasts? They ache at the slightest touch lately and my tops are a bit too tight.” Flushing, she continued sheepishly, “I’ve indefinitely banned my husband from touching them,” she admitted, gaining a rare chuckle from Ronal.

“Any others?”

“Food. Fish particularly makes me a bit nauseous.” Ronal moved their seafood platter away at once, for which Xilä was grateful. “I’ve also done quite a bit of crying lately… especially over the smallest things and- By Eywa, all the signs were there, weren’t they?!” she cried, slapping a palm to her forehead. “I feel so stupid.”

“Don’t. It is all perfectly normal.” Ronal handed her a pouch containing the pods of a lilac, coral-like plant. “You can steep these in water to help with the nausea.”

“Thank you, Ronal… Wow. I can’t believe I’m going to be a mother,” she beamed, trying her hardest to keep her tears at bay without success.

“Congratulations, my dear.”

The rest of the visit went by quickly, and by the end Xi was more than comfortable to finally bring up the question she’d been dying to ask.

“Ronal, I know this is a usual ask, but was wondering if you could teach me a few things during my stay here- Tsahìk teachings in particular. Our ways are different, and I would love to learn from you.”

“You said you are a healing in training… are you also Tsakarem like my Tsireya?”

“Yes. Although my lessons have advanced, I know I have not even put a dent in all that I am to learn. I know it is a journey and it will take me years to connect with Eywa the way you and Mo’at do, years to get to your level. I am patient and willing to make that journey for my people. Especially so that I can be what Eywa needs me to be for them when the time comes.”

“You surprise me, Xilä Sully,” Ronal admitted, “Every time I think I’ve figured you out, I am mistaken again. Do not fret, it is a good thing,” she assured. “Very well. I will teach you what I can during your stay here.”

By the time the week ended, Xilä unfortunately still hadn't gotten the chance to tell Neteyam the good news. Her poor mate had been rendered completely exhausted lately- his busy days starting out with ridiculously early mornings and ending in too late nights.

On one breezy and calm evening, when the colours of the sky slowly turned from day into night, Xilä rocked in a woven basket-swing just outside their mauri while she worked on a new sewing project- a very special one at that.

Deep voices alerted her that her mate was finally home.

After a long day of plans and discussions with the other clan leaders, Neteyam and Jake made their way back to their mauris, steps in sync along the bouncing pathways of the Awa'atlu village.

“Night, Xi,” Jake both greeted and bid goodbye to her.

“Night, Jake,” she smiled, watching him part ways with his son who made his way towards her.

“Neteyam!” she squeaked, when in one fluid motion she was lifted and planted on his lap.

“Hi.”

“Hi- mmm,” she laughed into his kiss and squirmed when his hand squeezed around her inner thigh, making its home there like it usually liked to.

“You smell incredible,” he murmured into her mouth, pausing the kiss to duck and eagerly nose at her neck.

“Courtesy D’avi of course,” she hummed. “Tsireya said when you guys work out the trading system, she wants some of D’av’s scented concoctions delivered to her.”

“Well I’m sure that can be arranged. Actually, that’s exactly what we’ve been discussing for the past three days alone.”

“D’avi’s scented concoctions?” Xi teased.

Neteyam snorted and pinched her thigh. “Ha. Ha. Yes, that’s all we’ve been talking about. Which scents pair nicer for the day and then which ones suit the night,” he joked, making Xilä giggle.

“But no, the trading system is in the works. There was some back and forth on how to make it accessible for each clan but we finally worked out all the kinks today. Sarentu’s olo'eyktan had some great suggestions for how the bartering should go. I personally would have never thought to- Xi, you’re giving me that look again, and every time you do, it makes me want to take you to bed and make you scream my name.”

“I can’t help it, okay? It-” she looked away from him, cheeks inflamed as she mumbled, “it turns me on when you talk like that.”

Neteyam’s brows went high and then he smirked when it registered what she’d said. “Talk like what, baby?” he asked.

“Stop. Don’t tease me,” she sassed, poking him in the chest. “You know what I meant… When you get all serious and passionate about your work, it… does things to me, alright?”

“Alright.” He clicked his tongue. “Good to know, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Xi rolled her eyes playfully and leaned into him as he rocked them on the swing. They watched the last of the light fade on the horizon while listening to the many sounds around them- waves crashing in the distance, muted chatter of nearby people, ilus’ and ikrans’ cries.

“This is new. What are you working on now?” Neteyam asked, fingers playing with the material of the cloth in her lap. “Wait, is this a baby sling?” He lifted the fabric higher to see it better.

“Um, yes,” she replied, suddenly turning nervous.

“I like it. It's very cute, but it’s a little small for the twins though, don’t you think?”

“Mhm, yeah it is… but it’s okay, cause it’s not for them.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, not quite picking up on her meaning just yet.

Holding his gaze, Xi took the large hand resting on her thigh and brought it towards her middle, pressing until his warm palm was spread out and covering the span of stomach completely.

Gold eyes widening, he sucked in a breath of air. “Xi…”

“I’m pregnant, ‘Teyam,” she whispered, lips tugging upward at the corners, eyes shiny in happiness.

“You’re-” His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat with a little shake of his head. “You’re having a baby- you’re having our baby? My baby?”

“Mhmm, yes. You’re going to be a father, Neteyam. A daddy.”

Silence played out for a long minute as he stared where his hand was pressed- Xilä’s palm sitting over his.

A loud whoop escaped Neteyam, and then he was capturing Xilä’s lips with his- all messy and silly and eager because he was just so incredibly happy- so fucking ecstatic.

They laughed in between their kisses, hands cupping each other's tear stained cheeks as they whispered excitedly.

“I can’t believe it. Xilä, I’m so happy. Oh Eywa, I could just burst. Shit, your boobs,” he laughed, “I knew they looked different! And you never let me touch them anymore- how did I not figure it out sooner?”

“Isn’t that the question? I’ve been asking myself the same thing for the past two days and I-”

“Two days? You’ve known for two days?”

“Mmm, yeah. I’m sorry, handsome. I couldn’t find the right time to tell you. There’s something else though… I’m three months along, almost four.”

Neteyam’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding… four months? Holy- wait how are you feeling, sweetheart? Are you okay? Have you been sick?” he asked, palm resting against her stomach in what Xi could only describe as lovingly possessive perhaps.

“I’m good, promise. But at least it now explains all the crying, and my aversion to fish. Seems our baby only wants fruit for now.”

“Our baby…” he repeated, eyes drawn to where his palm rested. “You’re having our baby. We’re going to be parents… I’m going to be a daddy.”

Xi wiped away his tears as he spluttered in giddiness.

“God, I’m so happy, Xi,” he kept saying.

“Me too- oh! No wait, where are you going?”

Neteyam had gotten up and gently placed her back down, a determined expression now gracing his face.

“To get you fruit. You’ve not been eating lately and our baby only wants fruit. So stay put, I’m going to get you some.”

Xilä may or may not have cried right there and then.

A baby!!!!!!! Gosh these two have come so far, I could cry lol.

Y'all, I am not versed in Na'vi pregnancy at all- no clue how it is for them. I took inspiration from real life circumstances for Xi. So shout out to my friend who cried for almost an hour straight when I surprised her at work with a birthday cupcake while she was preggo and had no clue that she was at the time. Lol.

Also, I feel like one chapter alone at Awa'atlu isn't enough, so there will be another one to come. We. Need. More Aonung and definitely more Lo'ak and his precious Tsireya!

If you have ideas, feel free to share.

Last but not least, special shout out and big thanks to my friend Tori who is a gem in my opinion. You're the best!

As always, please let me know what you think :)

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